You can sit in the chair there.
How we feeling today?
It's a big day for you, huh? Last session as a guest here.
Three years just flies, doesn't it? Must feel great.
You've come a long way, buddy.
And I appreciate your help.
Walter, my friend, you are book-worthy. I'm thinking a whole chapter.
My new one comes out next spring, I'm going for a broader market,
and the story of a man in a mountain climbing accident
who cut his own friends off the rope to save himself,
convicted of second-degree manslaughter,
that's compelling stuff.
Technically, I took a plea bargain.
Yes, and technically, that means you pled guilty.
Just one formality to cover.
This sets out the schedule of your appointments for the next year.
But the judge said I wouldn't...
The judge doesn't mandate the need for continued treatment. I do.
Just because I think it's safe for you to see different trees
doesn't mean that our work here is done.
One year mandatory treatment.
Then we re-evaluate.
Look, I understand what I did was wrong.
I know three people are dead because of what I did.
I'm sorry for that.
I believe you.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be getting a conditional release.
But it's the choice business where we get hung up.
I realize I could have made different choices that day.
See, that's where the sincerity gets sticky for me.
'Cause I remember your exact words, Walter. Do you?
You said, "Anyone would make the same choice I did."
Anyone.
I don't believe that anymore.
Those are just words, Walter.
Let's see how you do out there.
One year.
Continue treatment.
It's either that or go back to your room.
You know what that is, Walter?
That's progress.
Progress doesn't mean closure.
Closure is what we seek.
Hey, put the camera down, man. Watch the road.
No, not till Nicole says it and means it.
I love you.
Seriously, when was the last time
that we passed a rest stop or a gas station?
I need to pee so bad.
Well, we would've been there already
if we didn't have to wait on you two jackrabbits all morning.
For the 10th time, we slept in.
Uh-huh. You know, ever since you got so serious about her,
you started holding out on all the details.
That's weak sauce, bro. Weak sauce.
He's a gentleman way beyond his years.
Thank you, baby.
And, Brent, tell me, do I ask you about you and Amber all the time?
What do you wanna know? She shaves, I shave.
It's a freak show from head to toe.
Brent, enough.
Bathroom's on the right.
Brent, my boy, I love this fucking house, dude.
In case you didn't notice.
Motherfucker.
Hey, Freddy, hottie stepsister at 12 o'clock.
I'm not hooking up with Brent's sister. That is disgusting.
Step. Stepsister, okay?
I know that's got a little bit of a redheaded, pasty sound to it,
but she don't look too red and she don't look too pasty.
You are tapping her ass.
So, I didn't know you were coming this weekend.
Didn't know it was my job to tell you when I'm staying at my house.
If you got friends coming, sorry, the rooms are occupied.
Not all of us travel in herds.
I'm here alone soaking up solitude.
Doing the weird-girl thing.
Mmm-hmm.
What's up? What's up?
That was Alex.
Yo, if it helps, Nicole and I will sleep on that outside porch.
A little outdoor loving. Carlos-style, baby.
Hey, sexy.
Magic bag got you jumpy?
Don't go all Dr. Phil on me.
If it wasn't safe, they wouldn't prescribe them.
Student Health Services prescribes anything. You know that.
Especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Dr. B. loves the belly button ring.
I'll bet he does.
The story is you messed around with my girlfriend
and she couldn't handle your size.
Please, just don't embarrass me, guys.
Tell them, Freddy, you don't need their help. She'd be lucky to have you.
I'm Jennifer.
Hey, I'm Alex. Great to meet you.
Hi, I'm Freddy.
Way to be, Dad!
Don't let my boy's physique fool you here, he's got a heart of gold.
The girls at school call him Freddy Bear.
FYI, tornado between the sheets.
They're lying.
Freddy, grilling is your specialty, right?
Do a favor and get it started.
I'll play bartender if you show me that black steel, right now.
Dock bar is officially open.
What are you looking at?
I can't believe Brent's dad trusts him with all this.
Uh, I think Brent's dad has more toys and homes than he knows what to do with. So...
Bet Amber loves that.
Be nice.
So? So?
So, how long have you had your hog?
My hog?
A year.
Cool. I'm, you know...
I think I got it.
Everybody's hooked up, right? Yeah.
You're alone and I'm alone.
I'm gonna make this real simple, though.
You look like a really nice guy,
but I don't do the nice guy thing.
I never even slept with a teddy bear when I was young.
Anyway, I'm set up in the bedroom and you're on the couch.
It's great to meet you.
Fair enough.
This is sick.
Don't tell me you are not nailing a full menu of bitches on this boat.
This boat does treat me well.
This way.
Okay, be careful.
This is so gangster.
I'm like Tony Montana.
Oh! Jesus.
Dude, why don't you just keep it in the house?
'Cause of drunk shitheads like you, that's why.
Let me just shoot it once.
Tomorrow, okay? When we go out on the boat, you can shoot it.
I swear it's like the fucking definition of boondocks
when you can't even get a text out.
Will you?
Come on, we're all adults.
You know, the last time we did this was on that cruise we took freshman year.
Yeah, that was a fun trip.
You're a liar. I bitched the entire time
because you didn't take me to Cancun to do the whole spring break thing.
Yeah, you did.
Little lower.
Looking back, though, I realized it was the best spring break I ever had.
I can't believe we're going to graduate, huh?
Oh, God, please don't talk.
Why, you don't want to graduate?
No, it's not that.
It's just you get towards the end and you realize that
you didn't get everything you wanted.
You weren't mature enough to realize the important things sooner.
Amber. Relax, I was just kidding.
We don't play those games anymore. We haven't for a while. So...
Last summer qualifies as a while?
We'd been drinking for 10 hours.
It was a drunken mistake. You know this.
Come on, let's go hang out or something. Jesus!
Prairie fire shots? Yeah.
Snake and Jake's tradition.
I swear, whoever thought 151 in Tabasco sauce made a good drink should be killed.
It's a puke drink, that's the point.
Freddy, burger patties made yet?
No, I'm just, you know, cleaning...
Yeah, well, the shit has to marinate.
All right.
Thanks, bro.
No. What?
Don't tell me you're gonna throw big boy a charity fuck.
What is that? Some sort of "quasi brother protection"?
Alex, I actually think your mom seems nice.
But just 'cause she happened to be standing next to my dad at the craps table
on a night he just happened to be tossing sevens
doesn't exactly make us family.
That's cool.
'Cause to me your dad is just rich guy number five.
Cheers, bro.
Do you remember the girl Freddy was talking to last weekend?
Yes, the brunette at the house party.
Yup.
At the end of the night, she blew Brent in the bathroom.
Poor Amber.
More like poor Freddy.
I mean, I know you're roommates with Amber and everything,
but it's not like Brent has stealth game. She has to know.
Hey, at least his dad's house is tight, right?
"Hey, bro, can you make me, like, a hamburger, huh?"
God, he's such an asshole.
"Bro, can you, like, fix me, like, a hamburger, bro?"
Like... Fix you, fix you.
Now, how about a little hot sauce to marinate?
And a dash of salt. That's good. That should taste good, huh?
Enjoying your eats, FB?
This is the best burger ever. How's yours?
All you fucking booze hounds.
Then you're up, La Bamba.
Someone's getting limp over Brent's whiskey dick.
Yeah, I'm not going to be the one
with the little whiskey dick after you eat that shit.
Hey, leave some.
Oh! Jeez.
I'll show you how it's done here, baby. Ready?
All right, I'm gonna follow her.
Assuming that that's possible.
That's my man.
Attaboy.
Oh, my God.
Would you get a room, you two? Man.
Let's go upstairs after this and get away from everybody.
Well, you know I'm doing the toast thing.
So, do it.
I'll do it later.
I brought the handcuffs.
Everyone, listen up.
Since we're all about to graduate
and most of us will be in different cities next year,
I figured a toast was in order.
Not a bad idea.
Jennifer, I don't think I ever told you this.
But all of us were so psyched when you came along,
because the girl that Mikey was dating before you...
No, leave it alone. What?
Boy! Take it.
You fucker.
What about her?
Let's just say
she had freakishly short arms.
T. rex. "Mikey, I can't reach your pants. Mikey."
Thanks for bringing it up. I appreciate it.
I can't believe I'm about to admit this,
but first time I ever saw you was at Shamrock's.
You were wearing that little white top
with those jeans with the tear in the perfect spot.
Easy access.
Oh, my God.
And all I remember is just being incredibly nervous
because I knew I had to come up and talk to you. I just... I had to.
But I had no idea what to say.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is that it's been a great four-year ride.
And I just want all of you to know that
I couldn't have traveled it with better people.
I mean that. Fuck, yeah.
Love you guys.
Yeah, absolutely. Cheers.
I just teared up. I just teared up a little.
Whoa, hold the phone. Cheers.
I know I didn't go to school with you guys, but can I add something...
Absolutely. ...anyway? Is that cool?
Please. Sure?
Thanks. Aye, here's to my fast bike, fast men
and getting bent sideways with a bunch of fucking yuppie college motherfuckers.
Yes, salud. We're all high.
Let's get more.
Let's do this.
Then the wine.
The more, the merrier. We gotta drink that.
Who shit in my shot glass?
You like that "to kill ya"?
It tastes like old-man urine.
I got you. I got you.
Oh!
Go soft, baby.
No.
You are so fucking beautiful.
And I'm so fucking lucky.
And I've seen enough.
Oh. It's on, mama.
You got a one-way ticket south before we go there, okay, babe?
All right, you saucy little minx.
Baby?
What the fuck did you do, man?
What just happened?
I didn't do anything! Help me move her.
What the hell? What the fuck happened?
Just fucking move her. Fuck!
My God, you motherfucker!
Baby!
What the fuck? Is that fucking...
Are you fucking kidding me?
Oh, my God.
What happened?
We gotta call someone.
Oh, my God. Oh, my fucking God.
Are you fucking kidding me? There's no dial tone!
Fuck the phone. Somebody block the window now.
I'm going to try and call out.
I'm so sorry.
What happened? What the fuck happened?
I don't know. Somebody must be outside.
Hello? Hello?
What the fuck?
Oh, my God, what the fuck does that say?
"TV."
Turn it on.
I love you.
Oh, jeez. Look at her.
Why's he giving her a gun?
Please, please, please.
Oh, my God, Carlos.
No, I can't. I really...
What is he doing?
You can do it, Nicole.
Who the fuck is that?
Just squeeze the trigger.
What the fuck?
Turn around, turn around.
She saved you, Carlos.
These were my best friends.
If you had asked me when I took this picture if I could kill them,
I'd have said, "Not possible."
But I did.
Nicole had the same options that you all have.
The choice to end someone else's life
to save your own.
Certain death now confronts everyone in the house.
There is only one way out,
kill your friends or die with them.
Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off.
If you run, you're dead.
Turn it off.
At 6:00 a.m., if one person is alive, they go free.
But if 6:00 comes and more than one is alive, everybody dies.
What the fuck?
How could you not hear them?
I was drunk and passed out!
Brent!
Brent, what are you looking for?
My dad has a rifle.
Now you say so?
Not now, trailer park.
Go screw yourself, frat boy.
Screw you. Hey, get the rifle.
Oh, Jen. Yeah, I'm okay.
Rifle's gone.
It's gone?
Are those of us?
What the hell?
This was two months ago.
Is he following you guys?
He's been stalking us.
The rifle was your first move.
I also know your second and third moves.
Now look around. Oh, my God.
Who do you trust the most?
Your boyfriend? Your girlfriend?
Who do you trust the least?
The narcissist? The outsider?
Perhaps the guy that puts Tabasco in a friend's burger?
Over the next three hours you'll learn that
all of you have the will to survive.
Escaping me is impossible, so start thinking about how to escape each other.
Only one can go home.
What are we gonna do?
What about a neighbor's phone?
We can start a fire.
We could set a fire to something. The fire department has to come.
Listen to me, there's no one for 50 miles.
Jesus.
Well, why don't we just leave?
Brilliant. He's probably perched up in a tree
with my dad's rifle, which happens to have
a fucking laser scope, by the way!
Hey! All right, we're gonna... We'll block the doors and then we'll set a trap
in case he tries to get into the house.
Fuck this.
Carlos, will you calm down?
No, I'm not going to sit here
and wait for some psycho to ass-rape us.
He has a gun. We do, too.
Carlos. No, dude.
He's going to get my handgun.
Hello,
is anybody there? Shit.
Hello, can anybody hear me? Hello?
What do we do? All right,
forget what that bastard said, okay.
He's just trying to freak us out and make us separate.
Now, we're gonna go, we're gonna lock the doors,
we're gonna lock the windows and we'll wait for the boys to get back.
Yeah? All right, let's go.
Front checked.
Carlos, wait up!
Carlos. Carlos, stop. Carlos, what are you doing?
Carlos, stop.
The fucking key. I gotta get the...
You're not getting that key, man. Look at the boat. It is 10 feet under water.
Look, stand up.
What the fuck can we do?
Come on, man! Come on!
Fuck! Fuck!
Open up. Get it open. Fuck!
This isn't going to stop him.
But it'll make noise if he tries to come in.
Fucking help me, man!
Help me!
Hang on, hang on.
God!
Come on!
Don't shoot, don't shoot.
I'm sorry, man.
We got to get out of here, man.
We got to get the hell out of here.
We can't leave without them!
They might not even come back.
Dude, that's so harsh.
Oh, we're so fucked.
Man. This is it, man. We're all going to die, dude, seriously.
Why are we just standing here?
Shh!
Relax. Please.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe we should just go to the van and leave.
Baby, we have to give them more time, okay?
Amber, come away from the window. Come here.
He'll come back.
Where is Carlos? Shut the door!
Where is Carlos! He's dead.
He's fucking dead.
I found him in some big-ass trap or something.
Wait, a trap! What do you mean a trap?
Like, does your dad own a bear trap or something?
No, he doesn't own any bear traps.
Doesn't own any human traps, either.
Oh, God.
No, I've got to get out of here.
Slow down. You're not going outside.
Oh, God, this is bad, man. This is bad. This is really bad.
Oh, God.
Where did you put the fucking key?
You had it last.
Oh, damn it. Let me just think a second.
What is this shit? Of all the fucking places, this guy chooses my place?
What the fuck is that?
I know that look.
What look?
You didn't tell us everything that happened out there.
Maybe it's the "I just saw my best friend bleed to death" look.
It's how I know when you cheat on me.
Not now, Amber.
It's our little game. I ask where you've been and you make something up.
You give half the truth because that's what good liars do.
You just leave the part out about the girl.
But you still have that look of not telling everything.
I'm alone in this house.
There is a fucking killer out there and I'm alone in this house.
Hey.
Look, I may not be Joe Boyfriend or whatever,
but I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
I wanted to talk alone. I don't trust Brent with that gun.
Baby, Brent can be a cocky asshole sometimes,
but he's not gonna shoot us.
All I know is that two people went outside.
Only one came back.
I don't know. I'm too busy thinking about how you and I are gonna get out of this.
That's so wrong.
We're so fucking fucked.
God, I'm so right.
I'm fucked, you're fucked, they're fucked... Dude, dude!
Freddy! Block it out.
Come sit. Come here, come here.
We are so fucking fucked.
Freddy, we could die tonight,
so why don't you and I go into one of these rooms and get busy?
It could be our last chance. Hmm?
Seriously?
No, but at least I got you thinking about something else, huh?
Why don't you keep your shit together?
You want to know what I didn't tell the others?
He sunk my boat.
He let you have the gun because he wants you to use it.
Like Nicole.
Maybe.
Who cares?
We sit in a corner, we stay away from the windows,
and if that sick fuck comes in here, I'll kill him.
Promise you won't let anything happen to me.
Of course.
Hey, a month from now, we'll be drinking $2 pitchers at Shamrock's.
How can you read?
I'm trying to keep my mind off it,
and unless you want to walk through this dark-ass house
and help me find my pill bag, this is the best that I can do.
Why are you all so calm?
Can everyone stop breaking my shit?
We are just sitting here waiting to be killed!
Freddy, Freddy, you need to calm down.
We don't even know if he's still out there.
Yeah, sure, Barbie. You think he sends us a tape
to tell us we're fucking toast for kicks?
If we stay here, I know we'll die. I can feel it. Okay?
So, we gotta go to the van.
And we got to get out of here. Yes.
Yeah. Yeah, and the guy that sent America's freakiest home video
didn't think about doing something to the van.
We have to at least try. I know it's fucked up.
We're just fucking sitting here!
It's okay to be scared. We're all scared.
Freddy, we've got you.
No, no, I gotta go. I gotta get out of here.
Yeah, like you're gonna leave. Sit down!
You're freaking out the girls.
Listen. Hey, look at me. All right.
Our best chance is to stick together. I promise you this.
No, we gotta get out of here, man.
Freddy, this is what he wants.
He wants us to panic. You're having a panic attack.
You're having one of your panic attacks.
No. Look at me. Breathe.
No, I can't breathe. No. Get off me. I'm fucking suffocating.
Oh, my God!
Is he out there? Is he fucking out there?
Oh, God! He bandaged him up and brought him back here.
This is so messed up.
You said that he was dead.
Back off me.
What happened in the boat house?
I thought he was dead.
I am not a fucking doctor.
All right. We need to get him to a hospital right now.
Yeah, sure, I'll call an ambulance.
What is wrong with you?
Look at him. You think he's gonna make it even if we do go?
You guys, if we don't leave right now, he's going to die!
You guys, can't we just get out of here, man?
I guarantee you this psycho wants us to go to the van.
It is the first thing he would have thought of.
Brent, if I take him myself, will you just give me the gun?
No way.
My God. Fuck you.
Brent left me.
Did he say anything?
Baby, what's going on?
Fuck! Shit!
Jennifer, what the fuck?
Carlos said Brent left him.
Of course I left him.
I thought he was dead. Fuck!
All right, listen, anyone who wants to stay here till morning can do so.
Jennifer and I are gonna bring Carlos to the hospital
because if we don't, he's gonna die.
And if you don't like that, you can go fuck yourself.
I'm going, too.
I'm getting the van.
I'm gonna pull it up to the porch,
but I'm not doing it without the gun.
No, we give her the gun, she never comes back.
She hits the road and we're left holding our collective dicks.
Brent's right, we should think about this.
There's no time. Good luck.
Thank you.
Be careful.
When she gets back, you take the gun while I go get Carlos, okay?
You stay close to me no matter what, all right?
All right, smart guy, we'll just sit here
and wait for her to turn the van keys
so we can all hear the very loud boom.
No more sis, no more gun.
Now, when the van comes, you grab his legs and I'll grab him under his arms, okay?
We just got to be careful. He's so cut up.
Mikey, we're boys.
Do you really think this is a good idea?
I'm not gonna watch him die.
Fine, but you're the one who's about to get us all killed.
Fuck!
God! Come on. This way.
Aren't you coming?
Hurry. Let's go.
I got it. I got him.
Just watch his left foot...
Okay, hang on.
I'm sorry. It's okay, it's okay.
Brent.
Come on!
Take the gun.
Stay awake. All right?
We're out, we're out.
Oh, my God.
Now what did we hit?
I don't know.
You gotta rock it. You gotta... I don't know. I am!
I'm trying!
What did I fucking tell you, man?
Fuck!
Fuck this.
Imagine you're hanging from a rope.
One minute, rock climbing, the next minute, staring at certain death.
The line was splitting above because it couldn't hold everyone's weight.
I was closest to the top.
Do I take the knife from my belt?
Do I cut them loose?
I stared down below and everything became so still, so perfect.
And then I cut.
One by one their screams faded, and hers was last to go.
And I survived.
I had 10 seconds to find my primal core.
You have until 6:00 a.m.
Right now you cut someone loose.
Send one person outside. You have 60 seconds.
Holy shit!
Oh, God!
What the fuck?
It's gasoline.
Fifty seconds.
Leave us alone!
You give me that fucking gun right now!
Brent! Brent, settle down!
God damn it!
Stop fighting!
All right, I'm gonna fire out shots.
Everybody run for the trees and you go in different directions.
We're dead if we try that.
Oh, my...
Forty seconds.
Fuck this.
Don't you even fucking think it!
He is fucking dead already.
We're going to fucking burn, man! We are all going to burn!
He'll fucking kill us anyway!
No, no, he won't.
If we do this for him, he won't.
Thirty seconds.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Freddy!
He's our friend.
Michael, look at her. Look at her.
She is going to die.
Don't you fucking talk to me about Jennifer.
Look at her!
Twenty seconds.
Baby.
Fifteen seconds.
Ten, nine...
Eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three,
two, one.
Fuck this! No!
Mikey.
Run! Run!
Run!
We're taught to bury it,
but it's primal.
Deep down, we're all killers.
I tried to tell you guys.
He's thought of everything.
This van, that gun, everything.
I mean, did you think he was gonna let us leave?
You quit talking like you know this fucking guy.
You quit fucking talking like that!
Are you going to shoot me?
Not gonna fucking shoot you, you motherfuck.
I'm gonna run. If he doesn't shoot, fucking follow me.
Don't leave me.
Brent! No!
All right, you take the gun, you go back.
I'll meet you there. I'll meet you there.
What? No! No!
Fuck! What are you doing?
Come on! Go!
Freddy! Freddy, open the door!
Freddy, come on!
Open the door!
Freddy, come on! Freddy! Freddy!
Come, come. Go, go in.
No, no, no. No. Please, no. Please.
There is no escape.
Only the choice between dying with friends or living alone.
Decide.
We let Carlos die?
It was the only choice.
Where's Alex?
She tried to run.
He shot her.
And Brent?
He left me.
Fuck you!
You fucking back-stabbing piece of shit!
Fuck!
You see?
Do you fucking see?
What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
We can all figure this out.
Jennifer.
Why don't we just go?
It's not like he's gonna be watching all of us.
You know we can't do that.
What's gonna happen at 6:00? Are you even thinking about that?
We should leave now.
I have a gun. I'm not gonna let anything happen to us.
So, just try and calm down. Okay?
Okay? Okay.
Give me that.
You know, the way you wigged out earlier,
I figured you got it before I did.
Got what?
That we're alone.
And that's why we die.
Outside there's a guy who gets off making us kill each other.
Inside,
our friend Michael has a gun.
And he's the best man that I've ever met.
It's exactly the reason I know we're both gonna die.
You're not making any sense.
At 6:00, a choice will have to be made.
Who do you think Michael's gonna choose?
He's already choosing Jen over me.
Do you really think he's gonna pick you?
He'll pick Jen over himself, Freddy.
Their love is gonna kill us both.
Don't say that!
Idiot, you're sitting next to an open window.
Talk quietly.
I thought you left us.
I never leave my crew,
especially after I found a way out.
What?
The boat.
Probably rigged that, too.
I checked it.
All he did was take the keys,
but I have an extra set. I mean, he must not know that.
Okay, I gotta go get Michael. No.
There is no time for a group discussion on this.
We have to act.
No. Let go of me.
No.
You've seen the way Michael's behaving?
He has the gun, he calls all the shots.
What if he doesn't want to go?
Yeah, but if we tell him about the boat...
We can't chance it.
As long as he has the gun, he makes all the decisions.
I'm not leaving them.
We're not leaving anyone.
Everyone goes.
We just need the gun to have the final say. That's all.
Jennifer doesn't trust me,
which means Mikey doesn't trust me.
I can't get close enough to the gun.
But they trust you, Freddy.
Everyone in this house needs your help.
You said it yourself. If we stay, we die.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
I really can't.
Do you want to live?
Freddy, do you want to live?
Amber, where's Freddy?
I guess he wanted to be alone.
Mikey.
Hey.
Freddy.
Do you remember freshman year
when those guys were making fun of me?
And you stuck up for me.
You didn't even know that we were roommates yet.
Yeah, I remember.
I just...
I just really want you to know that I appreciated that.
Listen, buddy.
Hey, no saying goodbyes, all right?
I'm so sorry.
That's it, Freddy.
No, Amber. Stay back, stay back.
That's it, bring it to me.
Give me the gun!
No.
Now, Freddy! Don't give him the gun.
No, I got the gun and we're going to the boat.
Brent told me that the boat sunk.
No, what I was saying is that...
Just don't even start!
Look, Freddy...
I said don't!
I'm really scared, Mikey.
I know you are. I know you are.
But we're all scared shitless, man. This isn't the way.
Fuck me. Fuck me!
Fuck me!
I shouldn't even be here!
The only reason I'm here
is because I was matched up in the dorm
with you guys freshman year. That's it.
That doesn't happen. I'm some dude you guys make fun of at parties.
Now that is not true! And you know it.
You're just telling yourself that to convince yourself to do this. Stop!
Yeah?
Freddy. What happens if morning comes, huh?
What happens if we're boxed in and you have choose between us and Jennifer?
You know that's not gonna happen.
That's not what I said!
I said what if.
What if that happens?
That's right, Freddy. That's why he can't make the decisions.
Now give me the gun. Oh, please!
Like I didn't know you were going to shoot every one of us!
What are you talking about?
Just because you fucked more girls than me does not mean you're smarter.
As a matter of fact, you are a fucking moron.
I could have left, but I came back. I came back for you.
Now give me the gun.
Give me the gun, you fat fuck!
How did it feel last week?
What?
Come on! You don't know what I'm talking about?
Come on. How did it feel?
What are you fucking talking about?
I bet you don't even know her name.
But you had to have her blow you, right?
You had to. You just had to have her blow you
so everyone would know that you're stronger and I am weak.
Give me a fucking break. Give me the gun.
Well, how do you feel now, huh?
Do you feel weak, hmm? Do you feel insecure?
Like the fucking fat kid.
Fuck you!
What are you gonna do, huh?
You going to kill us all, Freddy?
No, tough guy, just you!
Fuck.
Freddy.
Freddy, Freddy, don't shoot.
Just leave, man. Come on, just go.
Just go, all right?
God, Freddy!
Come morning,
I'm the only one here with this gun. You hear me?
Just me and this gun!
Now leave.
If you make us leave, it's just like shooting us yourself.
I don't want to die, man.
I know you don't.
Michael.
Baby, it's all right. It's okay.
Freddy's not gonna shoot us because Freddy is our friend.
Carlos was our friend, too!
Leave!
Jen, sit.
Get out!
You said it yourself.
We're on our own.
No, Freddy.
What I said is we're both going to die.
Mikey! I want you to leave.
I want you to leave.
Freddy.
If you want us to go away, you're gonna have to come here and shoot us.
Please.
Please, just go!
You come in here and you look me in the fucking eye and pull the trigger.
Baby, don't.
It's okay.
Freddy, you're like a brother to me.
And you're freaked out right now. We all are.
Freddy.
Freddy, that is not the way.
That's right, Freddy.
It's okay.
I told you to give me the gun, fat fuck.
Yo, Mikey.
Come out now, I'll let you leave.
But if not,
I will come in there.
Is there a way out of here?
Can you find the light?
Fuck! Fuck, open!
Over there.
All right, when we get outside you run and you don't look back, all right?
You run, you go for the motorcycle. Okay?
Come on.
All right, stay low. Whichever way he goes, we go opposite.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
You just... You can't do this.
It's the only way, bro.
Survival of the fittest.
All right, give us a chance to say goodbye to each other.
You owe me that.
You are my boy.
And I'm sorry it's gotta go like this, but...
Not you, you narcissistic prick!
You got 10 seconds.
I'm going to rush him.
No, he'll kill you.
Gives you a chance. You get that gun.
I'm sorry. I really am.
Cheat on this, motherfucker!
Oh, Jesus!
Are you okay?
I'm just...
Amber?
Let's go.
Amber, come on.
Come on.
It's so fucked up!
Don't look.
What are we going to do?
It's almost 6:00.
We're going to back into a corner with the gun. Come on.
No, that's not working. What about Amber?
What about her? I don't think she's coming out of that basement.
And what if she does? What are we going to do, shoot her?
What?
Did you not see what she did to Brent?
I saw her save our lives. Yes...
We can't trust her anymore.
This guy can't stop bullets, all right?
What we need to do is back into a corner. That's our best chance.
Back into a corner, wait for him to come to us.
You're not listening to me!
We have to make a run for it.
You saw what happened to Alex when she tried that.
This guy is out there. Baby, he can see what we're doing.
We can't stay here anymore!
Listen, please, Jen.
If we go outside, we die.
If we stay in here, we fucking die!
Michael, get down!
What the fuck are you doing?
Where'd you get that gun?
I found it.
What do you mean you found it?
I fucking found it.
Stay calm, both of you. Just...
You were about to point it at Michael. Put it down.
Put yours down.
I wouldn't shoot him. He's the only reason I came back.
Everyone put their guns down. Everyone put their guns down!
We all pretend like it's not true. We all know that I love him.
That's why I'm all fucked up on pills.
It's not my fault you love him.
This is not the time for this.
I love you and I know that I fucked up,
but it's torture seeing you with somebody else.
Put it down.
Jennifer, she's not going to shoot us. Just...
Amber. Amber.
Put the gun down and then we'll talk. Okay?
Okay?
I know that you love me, too.
Since when, freshmen year? Jennifer!
You think what you have with him is so special?
Not true.
If you really loved her, you wouldn't have secrets with me.
Amber.
Are you talking about last summer?
He confessed the next day.
We got over it. He doesn't love you, Amber.
Amber, give me the gun.
Amber, don't.
Give me the gun.
Well, I guess that's it then.
Amber, put the gun down.
She's the girl that guys marry
and I'm the girl that guys fuck!
God!
Oh, God.
I had to, right?
Hold on.
She was going to shoot you.
What are you doing?
He was just there.
Come on, the basement.
Michael. Michael, come on.
Michael, come on!
We shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be here.
We still have a chance and she doesn't.
This is the best chance for all three of us.
Get behind me.
Shoot. We need to wait.
Shoot.
Keep coming fucker, keep coming.
You got him.
No!
No! God!
Jennifer, we need to go. We need to go, come on.
Jen, I need your help. I need your help.
There's no time for this.
Michael.
Jennifer, listen to me.
He's going to kill us both.
No matter what happens, he can't touch this.
Look, I love...
I would have killed myself for you.
It's the only way.
Jennifer.
I loved you so much.
Why couldn't you see that?
I do see it.
I'm so sorry.
No.
No. No!
No! Stop.
No! No! No. No. No.
Finish it, you sick bastard.
It is finished.
You go through all of this to try to prove something.
But there's one thing you never considered.
You were crazy before you cut that rope.
And you know what?
I will never be anything like you.
We'll see.
This is Dr. Karl Truftin.
You've reached my personal office line.
Leave a message.
Hello, Doctor. I want to talk to you personally.
I have a new chapter for your book.
Remember when you made me say others
wouldn't make the same choice that I did?
You were incorrect. Your son proved my theory.
You know what that is, Karl? Closure.