The Axe Murders of Villisca Page #2

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I miss you guys. I miss Chicago.

-Well, get your ass back here

and stop hanging out

with farmers.

-Uh, you know, actually

this kind of cool thing

did happen today at school.

-Yeah?

- So Rob came up to me today

and was like

"Connor wants to talk to you."

And I just walked away

and he was yelling all this

mean sh*t at me.

And then this other kid,

I think his name is Caleb

he went up to Rob and just

slammed his face

into the locker.

- What?

- Yeah.

It was awesome.

-Yeah.

Okay, uh, what's his last name?

-Um..

- Hirsche?

- Hirsche.

What? How did you...

-Facebook. Geographic search.

Perfect for stalking.

- Oh, my God, you're creepy.

- Wait a minute.

- What?

- He's got his address

on Facebook.

- And?

- Go!

-No, Ellie.

-Look, at least go tell him

to take his f***ing address

off Facebook!

Jess, you're a Chicago woman.

Do this, b*tch!

Come on!

- Okay, okay, okay, fine.

Whatever.

I'll go... to his house.

But if I get murdered,

it's totally your fault.

Girl, please, nothing

ever happens in Iowa.

- Give me that.

You can take that.

-Brooks Brothers?

Where'd you get

a Brooks Brothers shirt?

-Not this one.

-No.

Now, what time are you

leaving tomorrow?

-Around noon. Greyhound.

-Awesome.

-What, riding a bus?

-No, seriously.

Going someplace else,

getting out of here..

It's awesome.

-What's up?

- Nothing.

- Denny.

-Nothing.

I mean..

- It's like two hours away.

You can visit any time you want.

-Oh, sh*t. We gotta move.

- For what?

- The tour.

- Dude, no.

- Yeah.

We've been planning this for,

like, two months, dude.

The Maryville

Paranormal Institute.

- We're not even close. -The

Villisca axe murder house.

Last video. Big finish.

- No.

- You promised.

- You promised to help me pack

last night.

Instead we got drunk, so..

- Well, me and your

"high school equivalency.."

This isn't even a real diploma.

- What are you..

What.. What are you doing?

- We're going to Villisca.

- No, no, no.

- Oh, no. Did I rip it...

- Don't, don't, don't! Denny!

Give me that...

- Now, easy.

- Denny, really,

don't make me hurt you.

-Hurt?

-Give it! Give it to me!

- What, what, what?

- Quit f***ing around..

-Hah.

- Oh.

- Am I interrupting something?

-Hey.

- Your name is Jessica, right?

This is Denny.

- Yeah. We gotta go, dude.

We're gonna miss our tour.

- Where are you guys going?

- Somewhere you're not.

Ow.

- You wanna come?

- Are you sure?

I mean, it seems like you guys

have it all figured out.

Ca... Ca... Caleb, we don't have

room for her on the scooter.

-I can drive.

- Great, let me get my jacket.

- Dude, what the f***, man?

I only made reservations

for 2 people.

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