The Gallows Page #4

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Stage boy. Yeah.

Hey there, chief.

How you doing, bud?

What can I help you with?

It's Number 28 here.

It's just a little too heavy for me.

- You can do it.

- I probably can, yes.

You just can't, ugh...

It's pretty stuck. Is it this one?

Price got some balls, dude. Ugh.

- You just need it pulled down?

- It's fine if you can't.

- Are you sure it's this one?

- It's this one.

- It's fine if you can't do it.

- I can do it.

It just needs a good pull.

That's gonna leave a mark.

Smile for the camera.

Come here, you sick...

Hey. Stage...

Hey.

Come here, boy.

No, look. Look, it was just a joke.

- We're even.

- It was a joke?

- It was not funny.

- Please don't hurt me. Okay.

- What?

- Stop, Ryan.

- Come on, Price. Come on. Ryan.

- You're lucky, boy.

Ryan, stop.

- We're even.

- No. This isn't over.

Price.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

What?

No way.

Hey, hey, Brooke.

It's Kelly.

Okay. What is up with this door?

It's broken. Everybody knows that.

No.

What?

Reese. Reese.

Dude. Dude, Reese. My man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What?

- Do you still wanna do this play?

Do you still wanna do this play?

Are you kidding me?

Okay. Listen. I was talking

to Pfeifer and that stupid stage boy...

and I was chasing him,

but I found this door.

I found a door over here that's unlocked.

It never locks. Always open.

What are you guys talking about?

What'd she say?

- Who?

- Pfeifer.

Oh, my God, heh, Reese.

You like Pfeifer?

Reese, this is your chance.

We break into the school tonight.

We come in through that door,

we ruin the set. Ten minutes.

- You don't have to do the play anymore.

- Heh, that's awesome.

Cassidy, please.

What do you think, Reese?

Heh, you're insane, man.

- Reese, it's a great plan.

- No.

- Why not?

- No. Ryan, this is illegal.

Why would you even want to film this?

...bail on the show. If I bail on this

show, they all hate me.

Especially Pfeifer.

And if you don't bail on the show...

you let everyone down

and they all hate you. Especially Pfeifer.

Dude, I'm done.

I'm done sugarcoating this whole thing.

You suck.

You're a terrible actor,

and you need to do something about it.

Why not do something

that's not your fault?

Tear this mother down.

They're gonna come in, they're gonna be like:

"Oh, my God. The set's broken.

What are we gonna do?"

And who's there for Pfeifer to lean on

in her time of need?

Dude, you are.

- It's a win. I'm a freaking genius.

- You're not a genius.

What time?

You're not coming, Cassidy.

- Yes, I'm coming.

- No, you're not. You're a cheerleader.

What does that have to do with anything?

You're a cheerleader

that likes to do other girl-dance stuff...

not cool, awesome, scary stuff

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