- OH. [sighs]
YOU WANT ME TO MAKE THIS PLACE READY FOR A PARTY IN TWO WEEKS?
- NOT JUST A PARTY. THE PARTY.
- MADISON, MAYBE WE SHOULD FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE
TO HAVE YOUR SWEET 16.
- YEAH, LISTEN TO YOUR OLD MAN HERE.
I MEAN, I CAN GET YOU THE RITZ ALL DAY LONG.
- THE RITZ? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, THIS PLACE WAS THE BOMB.
AND THEN THEY CLOSED IT.
- MADDIE, HORRIBLE THINGS HAPPENED HERE.
- I DON'T CARE IF THE TITANIC SANK HERE.
YOU SAID I COULD HAVE ANY SWEET 16 I WANT,
AND I WANT A SKATING PARTY.
- HOW MUCH?
- [laughs]
MAN, THIS IS A MASSIVE JOB.
- WELL, IF YOU CAN'T DO IT,
WE'LL JUST HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE WHO'S UP FOR THE CHALLENGE.
- I'M UP FOR IT.
IT'S JUST GONNA COST YOU.
- THAT'S OKAY.
WE'RE VERY RICH.
MY FRIENDS ARE GONNA FREAK
WHEN THEY FIND OUT I REOPENED THE ROLLERDOME.
[exhales]
- MAKE IT HAPPEN.
[clatter]
- SOMEBODY THERE?
[cell phone rings]
AH, WHAT UP, PETE?
YEAH, NO. I'M LEAVING THE ROLLERDOME.
I DON'T KNOW. A FEW MINUTES.
[electrical buzzing]
[Chumbawamba's Tubthumping]
- ¶ PISSING THE NIGHT AWAY ¶
- ¶ HE DRINKS A WHISKY DRINK, HE DRINKS A VODKA DRINK ¶
¶ HE DRINKS A LAGER DRINK, HE DRINKS A CIDER DRINK ¶
¶ HE SINGS THE SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF THE GOOD TIMES ¶
¶ HE SINGS THE SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF THE BETTER TIMES ¶
- ¶ OH, DANNY BOY ¶
¶ DANNY BOY ¶
¶ I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN ¶
¶ YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO KEEP ME DOWN ¶
¶ I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN ¶
¶ YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO KEEP ME DOWN ¶
¶ I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN ¶
¶ YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO KEEP ME DOWN ¶
¶ I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN... ¶
- YOU READY?
[intercom feedback]
- ATTENTION, ROLLERDOME,
ANYONE HERE FOR CRAIG'S BIRTHDAY BASH,
ROLL ON OVER TO THE SNACK BAR.
IT'S CAKE TIME.
[click]
HERE WE GO.
- SO WHEN AM I GETTING MY PRESENT, BABY?
[musical fanfare]
WHAT THE HELL?
- I AM LORD OF THE RINK.
- KAREN, CHECK OUT THIS FREAK SHOW.
- HERE TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU HAVE A SUPER BIRTHDAY.
[laughter]
- WOW, DAD, YOU PAID 15 BUCKS FOR THIS DUDE?
[laughter]
- OH!
[laughter]
- SORRY, YOUR MAJESTY. IT LOOKS LIKE THE CAKE DROPPED.
MY BAD.
[gasps]
DUDE, LET GO OF ME.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS.
[laughter]
I DON'T NEED THIS.
[laughter]
- LOSER.
[electrical buzzing]
- [giggles]
- OH, THIS IS GONNA BE SICK.
[glass shatters]
DUDE, SWEET.
WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE,
A JOUSTING STICK POOL CUE?
[laughs]
- [giggles] - YOU LIKE THAT?
- YEAH.
COME ON, LET'S GO HAVE SOME FUN.
- ALL RIGHT.
[heavy metal music]
¶ ¶
- [giggles]
- AW, COME BACK, KAREN. - CATCH ME.
- OH, SO WE'RE PLAYING GAMES NOW.
- [giggles]
- I WIN.
- NOT YET.
MISSED ME.
- DON'T BE LIKE THAT, BABY.
KAREN?
[electrical buzzing]
- [screaming]
[whimpering]
- DADDY!
- STAY ON THE LINE. THEY'LL BE THERE ANY SECOND.
HELLO? HELLO?
[indistinct radio dispatch]
- I GAVE THEM WHAT THEY DESERVED.
[groans]
- DON'T HURT HIM!
- [laughs]
[groans]
- STOP IT!
I HAD TO, DADDY. I'M SORRY.
- [groans] MY GOD.
- IT'S THE CASE THAT STUNNED A COMMUNITY.
ROLLERDOME EMPLOYEE CHARLIE ROTTER,
WHO PLAYED THE LORD OF THE RINK TO COUNTLESS KIDS' PARTIES,
HAS BEEN CHARGED WITH SIX COUNTS OF FIRST-DEGREE MURDER.
- TWO 16-YEAR-OLDS SLAUGHTERED ON THE RINK FLOOR,
FOUR MORE DISMEMBERED AND STUFFED INTO AN OIL BARREL
IN THE BASEMENT.
- POLICE RESPONDING TO A 911 CALL
MADE A GRUESOME DISCOVERY.
ROTTER, THE MANAGER OF THE ROLLERDOME,
WHO LIVED ON THE PREMISES
AND PERFORMED AS THE POPULAR LORD OF THE RINK,
WAS TURNED IN BY HIS YOUNG DAUGHTER.
- OUR TOP STORY TONIGHT, TRAGEDY AT A LOCAL SKATING RINK.
THE BODIES OF SIX TEENAGERS DISCOVERED LATE THIS EVENING
AS POLICE RAIDED THE POPULAR TEEN HANGOUT, THE ROLLERDOME.
- THE ROLLERDOME HAS BEEN SHUT DOWN BY POLICE.
IT IS NOT KNOWN WHEN OR IF IT WILL REOPEN.
- WHAT THEY FOUND HAS BEEN DESCRIBED
AS THE MOST GRUESOME MURDER SCENE THE CITY...
- THE BODIES OF TWO TEENS ON THE RINK FLOOR
AND FOUR MORE TEENAGERS
WHO HAD BEEN REPORTED MISSING LAST YEAR
WERE FOUND DISMEMBERED AND STUFFED INTO METAL DRUMS.
- A SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS IN THE ROLLERDOME MURDERS CASE.
- TODAY WAS THE DAY CHARLIE ROTTER WAS TO BE
OFFICIALLY CHARGED IN THE ROLLERDOME MURDERS.
- ALLEGED SERIAL KILLER CHARLIE ROTTER HAS DIED
IN AN EARLY MORNING CAR ACCIDENT
WHEN THE POLICE CRUISER LOST CONTROL, ERUPTING INTO FLAMES.
- CHARLIE ROTTER, WHO CONFESSED TO KILLING SIX LOCAL TEENS,
WAS AMONG SEVERAL PRISONERS KILLED.
THE BODIES WERE BURNED BEYOND RECOGNITION.
- SKYE ROTTER, THE ONLY CHILD OF CHARLIE,
SAW HER FATHER COMMIT HIS LATEST MURDEROUS ACT.
- NEW EVIDENCE IN THE ROLLERDOME MURDERS CASE
REVEALS A HISTORY OF MENTAL ILLNESS
IN THE ROTTER FAMILY.
- THE WHEREABOUTS OF SKYE'S MOTHER ARE UNKNOWN.
- BUT PERHAPS THE MOST TRAGIC VICTIM IS YOUNG SKYE ROTTER,
NOW IN THE CUSTODY OF HER AUNT SARAH.
- THE ONLY PERSON LEFT ALIVE
WHO WITNESSED THE SHOCKING CRIME
IS YOUNG SKYE ROTTER.
- SKYE, YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL.
- I'M UP, AUNT SARAH.
- HURRY UP.
[alarm beeps]
[alarm stops]
- YOU NEED TO JUST GET YOURSELF A REBOUND,
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? JUST SOME SKANK
TO LET MADISON KNOW YOU'RE OVER HER.
- I AM OVER HER.
- YEAH, BUT YOU NAILING SOME RANDO WOULD BE WAY BOMB.
I MEAN, LOOK, DUDE, YOU'RE BRIGG, YOU'RE COOL,
YOU'RE GOOD-LOOKING, YOU'RE FUNNY.
YOU'VE GOT IT ALL, MAN. HEY! HEY, WEIRDO!
- LEAVE HER ALONE, MAN. - NO, NO, NO.
YOU'D GIVE YOUR LEFT NUT TO DO IT
WITH THIS GUY, WOULDN'T YOU?
- SOUNDS LIKE YOU'D GIVE YOUR LEFT NUT
TO DO IT WITH HIM.
- WHAT'D YOU--
WHAT'D YOU SAY, FREAK SHOW?
- NOTHING. I JUST THING BRIGG CAN DO BETTER
THAN A QUARTERBACK LIKE YOU.
- OH, HA HA HA. FUNNY. IDIOT.
I'M NOT A QUARTERBACK. I'M A RECEIVER.
- I BET YOU ARE.
- WHAT?
- [laughs]
- THAT'S NOT WHAT--
LOOK, I'M NOT GAY FOR BRIGG.
- [laughs]
I'M SORRY. - OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?
SCREW YOU, AND I'LL SEE YOU AT PRACTICE.
- THAT WAS SWEET.
- YEAH, WELL, KEVIN MAKES IT EASY.
- [clears throat]
- WELL, SEE YOU LATER.
- OKAY. HEY, SKYE.
YOU'RE IN MR. NEELY'S BIO CLASS, RIGHT?
UM, DID YOU FINISH THE LAB?
WHAT?
- UM, NOTHING.
I'M JUST NOT USED TO POPULAR PEOPLE
TALKING TO ME.
- WELL, RELAX. I'M JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE,
EXCEPT WAY COOLER.
[both laugh]
YEAH.
- YOU KNOW, YOU ONLY TURN 16 ONCE, CLAUDIA,
SO MY PARTY HAS TO BE PERFECTION. TOTES.
- MADISON, I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
I MEAN, YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE--
- I'M SORRY, DID I GIVE YOU THE IMPRESSION
I WAS DONE TALKING?
DAD WANTED ME TO HAVE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE,
BUT EVER SINCE THE DIVORCE,
HE'S SO WRAPPED AROUND MY FINGER.
- I WISH MY PARENTS WERE DIVORCED.
- ANYWAY, HOW EXCITED ARE WE ABOUT THE ROLLERDOME?
- LIKE, SO MUCH.
- IT'S THE PERFECT PLACE, RIGHT?
- IT'S GENIUS, PURE GENIUS.
MADISON, ONLY YOU COULD BRING THE ROLLERDOME
BACK FROM THE DEAD.
- I KNOW.
DAD'S TAKING US DRESS SHOPPING ON HIM.
I WANT YOU TWO TO LOOK GOOD FOR ONCE.
ALL RIGHT, OLIVIA.
WHAT ARE YOU PEEING YOUR PANTS ABOUT?
- I JUST SAW YOUR EX
FLIRTING IN THE HALL WITH SKYE ROTTER.
- TELL ME YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT.
- IT'S TRUE.
THEY WERE TOTALLY DIGGING ON EACH OTHER.
- I CAN BELIEVE BRIGG'S INTO THAT FREAK.
I MEAN, SKYE ROTTER IS PSYCHO.
- HE'S NOT INTO HER.
WE JUST BROKE UP.
BESIDES, WHEN HE SEES ME AT MY PARTY,
HE'LL BE BEGGING TO GET BACK WITH ME.
- DEFINITELY. - I DON'T KNOW, MADISON.
THERE WAS A VIBE GOING ON THERE.
I THINK SHE'S TRYING TO MOVE IN ON HIM.
- WELL THEN, WE'LL JUST HAVE TO REMIND SKYE
THAT THERE ARE SOME BOYS WHO ARE OUT OF HER LEAGUE.
[pop music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ ANY WAY YOU LOOK AT IT ¶
- OKAY, LET'S MAKE A PACT.
IF I HAVEN'T LOST MY VIRGINITY
BY THE END OF THIS SEMESTER,
YOU'LL TAKE IT FROM ME.
- LIKE, BY FORCE?
- TRUST ME, THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY.
- I'M NOT GONNA SLEEP WITH YOU, DEREK.
- OH, COME ON, LOOK. WE'RE BEST FRIENDS, OKAY?
BEST FRIENDS LIKE SLEEPING WITH EACH OTHER.
PLEASE? I'D DO IT FOR YOU.
- HAVE FAITH.
YOU'LL FIND SOME POOR, PATHETIC GIRL
WHO WILL GIVE IT UP.
- YEAH, YOU KEEP SAYING THAT.
I JUST DON'T SEE IT HAPPENING.
- SO I THINK BRIGG WAS FLIRTING WITH ME THIS MORNING.
- [laughs]
I THINK YOU'RE OFF YOUR MEDS.
- NO, SERIOUSLY, WE HAD, LIKE, A MOMENT.
- YOU AND THE BRIGG-MAN, HUH?
YEAH, I MEAN, THAT--THAT'S--THAT'S COOL.
THAT'S AWESOME. AND IT COULD HAPPEN.
I'M NOT SAYING IT COULDN'T. I MEAN, YOU'RE CUTE.
AND YOU--YOU'RE REALLY STARTING TO FILL OUT
THAT A-CUP.
- SCREW OFF.
YOU'RE RIGHT. IT WAS PROBABLY NOTHING.
- [inhales deeply]
THIS IS NICE.
- YOU SERIOUSLY WEIRD ME OUT.
- [laughs]
[intermittent drips]
- HELLO?
- IS THAT BLOOD?
- NO. PAINT. - OH.
SO THAT'S WHAT MADISON AND HER BITCH SQUAD
WERE DOING BY YOUR LOCKER.
WHAT'D YOU DO TO PISS HER OFF?
- I TALKED TO BRIGG THIS MORNING.
- OUCH.
I HEARD MADISON WAS TRYING TO HOOK UP WITH HIM
AT HER SWEET 16 THIS WEEKEND.
GUESS SHE THINKS YOU GOT A SHOT.
YOU SHOULD TOTALLY HOOK UP WITH BRIGG.
THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.
- LILY, AREN'T YOU ONE OF HER FRIENDS?
- WHEN I NEED TO BE. IT DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE HER.
- SO YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HER PARTY?
- OF COURSE I'M GONNA GO TO HER PARTY.
IT'S LIKE THE PARTY OF THE YEAR.
CAN'T MISS THAT.
SORRY FOR... YOU KNOW.
[bell rings]
[laughter and chatter]
- OH, SKYE, YOU WEREN'T GOING TO LEAVE
WITHOUT SAYING GOOD-BYE, WERE YOU?
[laughs]
- NICE LOOK.
IT'S VERY-- WHAT'S THE WORD?
PATHETIC.
- ARE YOU DONE?
- WELL, THAT DEPENDS.
ARE YOU DONE SCAMMING ON MY BOYFRIEND?
- ALL WE DID WAS TALK.
- THE ONLY REASON BRIGG WOULD TALK TO A PSYCHO LIKE YOU
IS IF HE FELT SORRY FOR YOU.
- I'M NOT THE ONE WHO GOT DUMPED.
- YOU'RE NOTHING.
NOBODY.
YOU COULD DIE, AND THE YEARBOOK
WOULDN'T WASTE AN INCH OF SPACE ON YOU.
SO WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO YOUR PATHETIC, LITTLE LIFE.
THIS END OF THE POOL IS JUST TOO DEEP.
FREAK.
LOVE THE SUIT, BY THE WAY.
IT REALLY SHOWS OFF THAT 12-YEAR-OLD BOD OF YOURS.
[car horn honks]
- DADDY, WE ARE SO READY TO GET OUR SHOP ON.
[laughter]
- UH, ACTUALLY, HONEY,
THERE'S BEEN A LITTLE CHANGE OF PLANS.
WE'RE NOT GONNA GO SHOPPING. - WHAT?
- I FLEW IN A STYLIST FROM L.A. AND HE'S BACK AT THE HOUSE.
[gasps and laughter]
- DADDY, YOU ARE THE BEST.
[somber music]
¶ ¶
- YOU NEED A RIDE?
- UH, NO, THANKS. I'M GOOD.
- IT'S A LONG WALK IN FLIP-FLOPS.
- YOU KNOW, I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE TALKING TO YOU.
YOUR CRAZY GIRLFRIEND IS THE REASON
I'M ROCKING THIS ONE-PIECE.
- EX-GIRLFRIEND.
COME ON, I DEFINITELY OWE YOU A RIDE HOME.
GET IN THE CAR.
COME ON.
- OH!
WHOA.
MY BAD. - [giggles]
- LOOK, I'M REALLY SORRY MADISON'S BEEN MESSING WITH YOU.
- YEAH, I GUESS SHE THINKS THERE'S, LIKE,
SOMETHING GOING ON BETWEEN US.
WEIRD, RIGHT?
- SO, WHAT--WHAT ARE YOU DOING SATURDAY NIGHT?
- THE USUAL.
I MEAN, ME AND DEREK WILL PROBABLY JUST GO TO THE MALL
AND MAKE FUN OF ALL THE OTHER KIDS THAT HAVE NO LIVES.
- COOL.
- UM, BUT I MEAN, YOU KNOW,
THAT'S NOT SET IN STONE OR ANYTHING.
I MEAN, IF SOMETHING ELSE CAME UP...
- ACTUALLY, I WAS WONDERING
IF YOU MIGHT WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME
ON SATURDAY.
- WHAT ABOUT MADISON?
- WHAT ABOUT HER? WE'RE BROKEN UP.
- SHE WANTS TO KILL ME. - [laughs]
DON'T WORRY. I GOT YOUR BACK.
- I'M TRYING TO DECIDE.
SHOULD I JUST GIVE BRIGG HIS INVITE
OR SHOULD I MAKE HIM SWEAT A LITTLE?
- WELL, AFTER THE WHOLE SKYE THING,
I'D MAKE HIM SWEAT.
- WHAT IF BRIGG DOESN'T WANT AN INVITATION?
- OLIVIA,
WILL YOU STOP BEING RETARDED FOR, LIKE, ONE SECOND?
OF COURSE HE WANTS AN INVITATION.
BRIGG AND I ARE DESTINY.
- HE DID BREAK UP WITH HER.
- WHATEVER. DRAMA. WE BREAK UP, WE GET BACK TOGETHER.
WE'RE PASSIONATE. IT'S SERENDIPS. DEAL WITH IT.
- YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE RIGHT, MADISON.
SKYE'S PROBABLY JUST A HOOK-UP OR SOMETHING.
- [gasps]
- THEY ARE NOT HOOKING UP.
THESE DRESSES ALL SUCK.
- NOW MADISON, THAT LOOKS BEAUTIFUL.
- THAT IS RIDICULOUS.
- HONEY, WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
- THE PROBLEM IS THIS LAME STYLIST
AND HIS TRASHY-ASS DRESSES.
- WHAT ABOUT, UH, THIS ONE? THIS ONE LOOKS NICE.
- NICE. YOU HEAR THAT?
MY DAD THINKS THIS ONE'S "NICE."
YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?
WE DIDN'T FLY YOU 3,000 MILES
TO SHOW ME SOME MALL STORE MILF-WEAR.
NOW FIND ME SOMETHING PERFECT.
- MADDIE, HE'LL FIX IT, I PROMISE.
[pop music]
¶ ¶
[hip-hop music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ I STAY HUNGRY FOR THE MONEY SO I GRIND ALWAYS ¶
¶ DON'T GET IT TWISTED IF I SHINE ALL DAY ¶
¶ I AIN'T AFRAID TO GO AND PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE ¶
¶ I STAY HUNGRY FOR THE MONEY SO I GRIND ALWAYS ¶
¶ DON'T GET IT TWISTED IF I SHINE ALL DAY ¶
¶ BEIN' ON TOP IS ON MY MIND ALWAYS ¶
¶ AND YOU CAN HEAR IN EVERY RHYME I SAY ¶
¶ I GIVE IT TO YOU STRAIGHT ¶
¶ THAT IS HOW I FEEL ¶
¶ PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE, NO MISTAKE, I WILL ¶
¶ ALL THESE FALSE MISCONCEPTIONS ¶
¶ 'BOUT ME I KILL ¶
¶ THESE CRITICS ARE MO' BITCH MADE IN THEIR HIGH HEELS ¶
¶ I'M FROM THE HOME OF THE BRAVE ¶
¶ WE BLOW HABALA ¶
¶ THEY SAY WE COUNTRY, WE AIN'T SLAVES ¶
¶ BOY, WE GOT A LOT ¶
¶ GANGSTAS BEEN TO ATLANTA ¶
¶ LEARNED TO ROB A LOT AND BOB A LOT ¶
¶ AND I AIN'T TALKIN' BARBERSHOP ¶
¶ WE'RE NOT SENDING SHOT ¶
¶ I STAY HUNGRY FOR THE MONEY SO I GRIND ALWAYS ¶
¶ DON'T GET IT TWISTED IF I SHINE ALL DAY ¶
¶ I AIN'T AFRAID TO GO AND PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE ¶
[somber music]
¶ ¶
- HE'S GOING TO THAT PARTY.
- OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO THAT PARTY.
EVERYONE IS GOING TO THAT PARTY.
- WHY DID I THINK FOR ONE SECOND
THAT ME AND BRIGG WOULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN?
- I CAN'T BELIEVE MADISON'S HAVING HER PARTY
AT THE ROLLERDOME.
I MEAN, THAT HAS...
THAT HAS GOT TO BE WEIRD FOR YOU.
- YEAH. WELCOME TO MY LIFE.
YOU KNOW, JUST ONCE,
I WOULD LOVE TO BE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING.
- WELL, THEN YOU SHOULD CRASH MADISON'S PARTY WITH ME.
- YEAH. THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA.
- NO, NO, NO, SKYE, LOOK. MAYBE IT'S A GREAT IDEA, OKAY?
- [woman on computer moans] - YOU ALWAYS--UM...
- WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? - [woman on computer moans]
- HOW DO YOU CLEAR YOUR BROWSER HISTORY?
- OKAY, GIVE ME THAT. - OKAY, JUST--LOOK.
YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A REGULAR PERSON, RIGHT?
RIGHT?
WELL, ALL THE REGULAR PEOPLE AT THAT SCHOOL
ARE DYING TO GO TO THAT PARTY.
- I CAN'T GO THERE.
- SKYE, WHAT HAPPENED WAS, LIKE,
A MILLION YEARS AGO, OKAY?
MAYBE IT'S TIME TO, YOU KNOW,
JUST LET IT GO.
- DEREK, I DREAM ABOUT MY DAD
ALMOST EVERY NIGHT.
I MEAN, THE THINGS HE DID.
AND KIDS AT SCHOOL LOOK AT ME
LIKE I AM THE SPAWN OF SATAN.
MY MOM LEFT BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T HANDLE IT,
AND MY AUNT CAN BARELY LOOK AT ME.
SOMETIMES...
- WHAT?
- I WONDER IF HE COULD STILL BE OUT THERE.
THEY NEVER FOUND HIS BODY, DEREK.
- SKYE, HE'S GONE, OKAY?
HE'S NOT COMING BACK.
OKAY?
[doorbell rings]
- STAY OUT OF MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER.
- THERE WAS ONE TIME. IT WAS JUST...
ONCE.
- [sighs]
[sighs]
WISH I WASN'T WEARING SWEATS RIGHT NOW.
- HEY.
SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND? - YEAH.
YEAH. LISTEN, ABOUT-- ABOUT SATURDAY NIGHT.
I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO GO--
- BRIGG, IT'S COOL.
I MEAN, I GET IT. IT'S THE PARTY OF THE YEAR.
- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, IT'S NOT THAT.
IT'S JUST-- IT'S COMPLICATED.
ME AND MADISON HAVE HISTORY AND IT'S A BIG NIGHT FOR HER.
- DON'T--DON'T EVEN-- DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT.
- LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU.
- OKAY.
UM...
YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THIS ISN'T GONNA WORK.
I MEAN, YOU'RE YOU,
AND I'M, WELL,
YOU KNOW.
- IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.
- IT'S EXACTLY LIKE THAT.
I MEAN, I JUST NEED TO ACCEPT
THE FACT THAT I'M ALWAYS GOING TO BE--
- I LIKE YOU, SKYE,
AND I WANT TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU.
I JUST HAVE TO GO TO THIS PARTY,
AND--AND AFTER THAT, YOU AND ME ARE GONNA GO OUT.
NICE SWEATS, BY THE WAY.
- SHUT UP.
[door opens, closes]
- WAS THAT BRIGG?
- YOU STILL WANT TO CRASH THAT PARTY?
¶ GOT THIS CRAZY FEELIN' AND I THINK IT'S ABOUT YOU ¶
¶ OH, YOU GOT A MAN BUT NOW HE'S SOMEWHERE WITHOUT YOU ¶
¶ I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONE THAT FOLLOWS YOU HOME ¶
¶ HANDS INSIDE MY POCKETS I'M ALONE ¶
¶ AND YOU'RE TURNING ME ON ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME DOWN ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT AND UPSIDE DOWN ¶
¶ YOU TURN ME ON, YOU'RE TURNING ME DOWN ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT ¶
¶ AND UPSIDE DOWN AND AROUND ¶
¶ ¶
¶ AND AROUND ¶
¶ ¶
¶ AND AROUND ¶
¶ ¶
¶ AND AROUND ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ME ON, YOU'RE TURNING ME DOWN ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT AND UPSIDE DOWN ¶
¶ YOU TURN ME ON ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME DOWN ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT ¶
¶ AND UPSIDE DOWN ¶
¶ ¶
¶ OOH ¶
¶ ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME ON ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME DOWN ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT ¶
¶ AND UPSIDE DOWN ¶
¶ YOU TURN ME ON ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME DOWN ¶
¶ YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT ¶
¶ AND UPSIDE DOWN ¶
¶ NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH ¶
[rhythmic music]
¶ WHOO ¶
¶ EASY ¶
¶ ALL DAY BE EASY ¶
¶ WHOO ¶
¶ MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION ¶
[cork pops]
[laughter]
- I'D LIKE TO PROPOSE A TOAST...
TO ME...
THROWING THE PARTY OF THE CENTURY
AND GETTING THE CAR OF MY DREAMS.
[laughter]
- DO YOU THINK YOUR DAD GOT YOU THE BEAMER?
- EITHER THAT OR A LEXUS.
BUT IF HE GOT ME THE LEXUS, I WILL VOM ALL OVER IT.
OKAY.
- [laughs]
[all laugh]
- SHUT UP.
¶ ¶
[music and chatter]
[cheers and applause]
[cheering grows louder]
- WHEN I WAS EIGHT YEARS OLD,
MY BEST FRIEND RICK HAD A BIRTHDAY PARTY
AND BUZZ LIGHTYEAR SHOWED UP.
I THOUGHT THAT WAS AWESOME.
I WAS WRONG. THIS IS AWESOME.
SKYE.
YOU KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO IN THERE, RIGHT?
- YES, I DO.
[music playing inside Rollerdome]
¶ ¶
[spray spray]
- WOW.
YOU LOOK...
GREAT.
- YOU THINK?
- YEAH.
SO, HOW DO WE, UH,
HOW DO WE SNEAK INTO THIS FIESTA?
- UH, I TEXTED LILY AND ASKED HER
TO LEAVE THE BACK DOOR OPEN FOR US.
THAT GIRL KIND OF HATES MADISON,
SO SHE WAS ALL TOO HAPPY.
- SWEET.
IT'S OPEN. COME ON, LET'S GO.
- ALL RIGHT, GOOD. FINISH LACING THOSE UP
AND THEN JUST WAIT FOR THE DJ TO CUE YOU.
- IT HAS TO BE F-A-B. FABULOUS.
- OH, KITTEN, THAT'S WHY YOU HIRED ME.
OKAY, TELL THE DJ WE'RE ABOUT TWO MINUTES.
- WHAT?
- ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE 16?
I DON'T KNOW.
YOU LOOK WAY OLDER TO ME.
- THANKS.
- YEAH.
- ARE YOU DRUNK?
- THIS ISN'T DRUNK.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I'M A KID.
- SO? I JUST WANTED TO MAKE IT A CELEBRATION TIME.
- STOP! EW! YOU THINK I WOULD KISS YOU?
YOU'RE, LIKE, 30, DUDE.
[cheering]
- HEY, Y'ALL, PARTY PEOPLE, PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MISS MADISON PENROSE.
[cheers and applause]
- THE BRAT'S COMING YOUR WAY.
[musical fanfare]
- WHO WANTS TO PARTY?
[cheers and applause]
- HMM. THE JOKE'S ON YOU.
I'M 35.
[club music]
¶ ¶
- WHY COULDN'T I HAVE BEEN BORN RICH?
ARE YOU FREAKING OUT IN HERE OR WHAT?
- ACTUALLY, NO.
I THINK TONIGHT'S GONNA BE OKAY.
I'M GONNA GO FIND BRIGG.
- COOL. I'M GONNA FIND ANY GIRL THAT'LL TALK TO ME.
- GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.
- THANKS.
- WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?
[blade scraping]
- HEH.
THAT'S CUTE. YOU GOT ME.
[static]
- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MAN?
[groans]
- ¶ OOH, OH, YOUR DRIVE IS AFFECTING ME ¶
¶ ¶
¶ OH, AS YOU'RE TAKING THE WHEEL ¶
¶ ¶
¶ MOVE LIKE YOU'RE MORE THAN JUST WANTING ME ¶
¶ ¶
¶ SOON I WILL DIG IN MY HEELS ¶
¶ JUST LISTEN TO THESE WORDS THAT I SAY ¶
¶ THIS IS NOT A GAME I PLAY ¶
¶ I'M NOT JUST ANY OTHER GUY ¶
¶ YES, YOU USED TO LOSE YOUR WAY ¶
¶ JUST KEEP ME IN YOUR EYES, BABY ¶
¶ DON'T GET CARELESS WITH MY HEART ¶
- WHAT'S THIS?
I DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE YOU TONIGHT.
YOU LOOK...WOW.
[both laugh]
- WELL, YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH ME.
- [laughs] I DID, DIDN'T I?
SORRY. THIS IS JUST...
YOU CAUGHT ME A LITTLE OFF-GUARD.
- [laughs] THAT WAS MY PLAN.
- SO WHAT'S NEXT IN YOUR PLAN?
- ACTUALLY, I DIDN'T REALLY THINK PAST THIS PART.
UM, YOU COULD ASK ME TO SKATE.
[pop music]
¶ ¶
- HEY, LILY.
WHAT, SAY, A HOTTIE LIKE YOU
DOING SITTING HERE ALL BY YOURSELF?
- I GOT TIRED OF SWEATY-PALMED TOOLS
SKATING UP ON ME.
- OH. YEAH, I HATE THAT.
CAN I, UH, HAVE A SIP OF YOUR WATER?
[coughs] - [laughs]
- WHAT IS THAT, MOONSHINE?
- IT'S VODKA, YOU LITTLE GIRL.
- [groans]
- WHY DON'T YOU GO GET YOURSELF SOME OF THAT FRUITY PUNCH
AND WE CAN HAVE OURSELVES A DRINK.
- I MEAN, UH, YEAH.
UH, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
LILY TOTALLY WANTS ME.
[boys laughing]
NO, NO!
[thud]
- CAN I SEE YOUR INVITATION, PLEASE?
- OH, JEEZ,
I'M SORRY, I MUST HAVE LEFT IT IN YOUR MOTHER'S PANTS.
[laughs]
- YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.
LOOK, THIS IS HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK.
I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS,
AND THEN THEY'RE GONNA THROW YOU OUT.
COOL?
- NOT REALLY.
[thud] AAH!
- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
- IT'S CHARLIE ROTTER'S MASK.
BOO!
- [grunts]
[coughs]
- IT'S FINE. HEH!
YOU WANT TO STAY AT THE PARTY?
- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
- THEN STAY.
WHOO!
- DUDE, I WAS GONNA HOOK UP WITH LILY.
- [laughs] - AW, DUDE, COME ON.
CAN'T WE DO THIS ON MONDAY?
[groans]
THIS SUCKS!
- ALL RIGHT, Y'ALL.
WE'RE ABOUT TO SLOW IT DOWN
FOR ALL YOU COUPLES OUT THERE.
[slow music]
¶ ¶
- HEY, JUST--JUST SO YOU KNOW, I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE,
SO I'M PROBABLY GONNA SUCK.
- OH, COME ON, YOU'LL BE GREAT.
THERE YOU GO. [gasps]
- [laughs] - ARE YOU OKAY?
YOU SUCK AT THIS.
OKAY, THERE YOU GO.
NOT SO BAD, RIGHT?
- NOT BAD AT ALL.
- SO, UM, UH... - SORRY.
- I NEED TO ASK YOU SOMETHING,
AND I'M NOT REALLY SURE I WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER,
BUT, UH, HOW DO YOU GO
FROM MADISON PENROSE TO SKYE ROTTER?
SHE'S, LIKE, EVERYTHING I'M NOT.
- THAT'S WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU.
THE BETTER QUESTION IS,
HOW DID I GO THIS LONG WITHOUT NOTICING YOU?
- THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION. [laughs]
YOU'RE A LOT DIFFERENT THAN I THOUGHT YOU'D BE.
- HOW'S THAT?
- UH, YOU'RE LESS JOCK-ISH.
[both laugh]
- THEN I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T TELL YOU
THAT I'M SCREWING MY WAY THROUGH SCHOOL ALPHABETICALLY.
I'M MIDWAY THROUGH THE Rs RIGHT NOW,
SO CONGRATS, YOU'RE UP.
- [laughs]
I THINK I LIKE THE OTHER BRIGG BETTER.
- YEAH.
- LOOK AT YOU.
YOU'RE SKATING LIKE A PRO.
- [squeals]
- [laughs]
SMOOTH, SMOOTH, SMOOTH. I KNOW.
- AW.
HEY, KEVIN, WE CAN PARTY, HUH?
- NOT NOW, LILY, I'M ON OFFICIAL BUSINESS.
MADISON, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
- WHAT YOU NEED TO DO, KEVIN, IS LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE
WHILE I GET MY GROOVE ON.
- LOOK, I JUST CAUGHT THAT DUMB-ASS DEREK
CRASHING YOUR PARTY.
- WELL, HOW THE HELL DID HE GET IN HERE?
- MADISON, YOU ARE SO NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS.
- WHAT THE W-T-F IS SHE DOING AT MY SWEET 16?
THIS IS MY NIGHT, AND SHE'S TRYING TO RUIN IT.
- MADISON, MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST LET IT GO.
- OLIVIA, SERIOUSLY,
CAN YOU STOP BEING SO FREAKING LAME ALL THE TIME?
YOU'RE KILLING ME.
- IT'S OKAY, UM,
WE'LL TAKE CARE OF SKYE.
- YES, YOU WILL.
- HELP!
SOMEBODY HELP!
[rattles]
- DAMN.
LILY.
- I DIDN'T SCARE YOU, DID I?
- PFFT! NO.
JUST--HOW'D YOU KNOW I WAS DOWN HERE?
- JUST FOLLOWED THE SOUND OF A CHICK SCREAMING FOR HELP.
- UH, SO YOU HEARD THAT. AWESOME.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?
- OH, YOU KNOW, KEVIN AND HIS DOUCHE SQUAD
THOUGHT I'D ENJOY THE PARTY A LITTLE MORE FROM DOWN HERE.
- KEV'S JUST TRYING TO SCORE POINTS
SO HE CAN HOOK UP WITH MADISON.
- THANK YOU.
WELL, I HAVE TO GO TELL SKYE ABOUT MADISON.
- LISTEN, HERE'S THE DEAL.
I'M SERIOUSLY DRUNK RIGHT NOW
AND FINDING YOU STRANGELY IRRESISTIBLE.
SO IF YOU WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH ME,
THIS IS, LIKE, YOUR ONLY SHOT.
LIKE EVER.
- SKYE'S A BIG GIRL.
SHE CAN HANDLE HER OWN PROBLEMS, RIGHT?
- I'M GONNA GO GET US A DRINK. COOL?
- YEAH.
- WHAT?
- UH, NOTHING.
I JUST KEEP THINKING YOU'RE GONNA WALK AWAY
AND NEVER COME BACK.
- I'LL BE BACK. I PROMISE.
[club music]
¶ ¶
- IS IT REALLY YOU?
- WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
[laughing]
WHAT, NO CLEVER QUIP? COME ON, NO COMEBACK?
AW, YOU'RE GONNA CRY? REALLY?
YOU'RE GONNA CRY? DADDY'S GONE?
MAKES YOU SAD?
[laughs]
YEAH, YOU KNOW, BRIGGS IS USING YOU!
JUST WONDERING WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO GET SOME OF THAT CRAZY LOVE.
[sighs]
WHAT A TEASE.
[gasps]
[gagging]
[screaming]
- I.D.K, OLIVIA, ALL I KNOW
IS MADISON WANTS SKYE OUT.
- LOOK, I DON'T LIKE SKYE ANY MORE THAN YOU GUYS DO,
BUT DON'T YOU THINK WE'VE MESSED WITH HER ENOUGH?
- OLIVIA, THIS IS MADISON'S SWEET 16.
IT ONLY HAPPENS, LIKE, ONCE IN A LIFETIME.
IT HAS TO BE THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.
- I KNOW.
- GOOD.
[gasps]
I HAVE AN IDEA.
[squeals]
HERE'S THE PLAN.
I'M GONNA GO IN THE...
[whispers] BATHROOM, AND THEN,
WHEN SKYE COMES IN,
I'M GONNA BLOW THIS EXTINGUISHER ON HER.
- OKAY, BUT HOW ARE WE GONNA GET SKYE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM?
- OLIVIA, I THOUGHT OF THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER.
GOD, DO I HAVE TO THINK OF EVERYTHING?
- ALL RIGHT.
[club music]
¶ ¶
- BARKEEP, A SHOT OF JAGER.
GOOD IDEA. I'M DRIVING.
DUDE.
- HEY. - HEY.
SO I JUST MADE OUT WITH LILY.
I SEVERELY MADE OUT WITH HER, MAN.
SHE TOUCHED ME.
- CONGRATULATIONS. I HOPE SHE REMEMBERS.
- I'M GONNA REMEMBER, SO...
- DUDE, YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SKYE, HAVE YOU?
- CRAP.
UH, NO.
I TOTALLY FORGOT.
AND YOUR BRO KEV KNOWS WE CRASHED,
SO I'M ASSUMING HE STOLE MADISON BY NOW.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
IT'LL BE FINE.
- TRUST ME, IT WON'T.
- OOPS.
SORRY.
[gasps]
STOP IT! SKYE, I SAID I WAS SORRY!
- SORRY.
- IT'S...
IT'S OKAY.
WHY DON'T YOU GO CLEAN YOURSELF UP.
THE RESTROOM'S-- - YEAH, I KNOW WHERE IT IS.
- DAMN IT.
- MADDIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- COME ON, BRIGG, DON'T YOU WANT TO KISS THE BIRTHDAY GIRL?
- MADISON--MADISON, I-- - SHH, BRIGG, DON'T TALK.
- WE--WE BROKE UP, REMEMBER?
- SO LET'S GET BACK TOGETHER.
- MADISON, BACK OFF.
- OH, PLEASE, YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT LOSER? WHY?
DO YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF SERIAL KILLER FETISH OR SOMETHING?
- WE'RE DONE, MADISON.
WHEN ARE YOU GONNA REALIZE THAT I DON'T WANT YOU?
- EVERYBODY WANTS ME.
- NOT ME.
NOT ANYMORE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
- YOU KNOW, I ONLY INVITED YOU 'CAUSE I FELT SORRY FOR YOU.
YOU CAN'T RUIN MY BIRTHDAY.
NO ONE CAN RUIN THIS NIGHT.
- [exhales]
THERE YOU ARE, FREAK.
ONE, TWO, THREE!
[laughs]
SKYE?
WHERE ARE YOU?
[coughs]
SKYE?
AAH!
¶ I ESCAPED THROUGH A KEYHOLE ¶
¶ BEFORE THEY ERASED ME ¶
¶ I MARRIED THE BEETLE ¶
¶ AND LEARNED TO BE GRACEFUL ¶
- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
- SWEETIE, YOU SAID YOU WANTED A SUSHI CAKE.
- THAT'S A CRAPPY, DISGUSTING CAKE
SHAPED LIKE SUSHI.
I WANTED FIVE TIERS OF PREMIUM,
FLOWN-IN-FROM-FRICKIN'-TOKYO HAND ROLLS.
YOU KNOW, A SUSHI CAKE. - FINE.
WHERE THE HELL IS THAT PARTY PLANNER?
YOU, I WANT YOU TO FIND ME A SUSHI PLACE THAT DELIVERS,
AND I WANT YOU TO HURRY YOUR ASS OFF.
- [groans]
- MADDIE, DADDY'S GONNA MAKE IT...RIGHT.
DAMN IT.
- HEY, DEREK'S LOOKING FOR YOU.
- WHERE IS HE?
- AROUND SOMEWHERE.
BUT YOU SHOULD FIND HIM AND TAKE OFF,
BECAUSE MADISON KNOWS YOU'RE HERE.
- SCREW MADISON.
- THAT'S THE SPIRIT.
HEY, I SAW A BEEMER PARKED OUTSIDE
WITH A BIG, PINK BOW ON IT.
WHAT DO YOU SAY WE GO GIVE IT A LITTLE MAKEOVER?
- NO, I'M--I'M DONE TRYING TO PLAY THIS GAME.
I MEAN, I'M DONE WITH ALL OF YOU.
I JUST WANT TO FIND DEREK AND--AND LEAVE.
- WHATEVER.
I'M GONNA GO HAVE SOME FUN.
- COME ON, PICK UP.
- YO!
- DEREK, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?
- OH, SORRY, MAN, MY RECEPTION IS CRAP IN THIS PLACE.
- [sighs]
I WANT TO GO HOME.
- YEAH, YEAH. UH, I MEAN, ARE YOU OKAY?
DID MADISON DO SOMETHING?
- I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
I-I JUST WANT TO LEAVE.
- SURE, UH, YEAH, NO PROBLEM.
LOOK, LET ME FIND LILY AND SAY GOOD-BYE.
I'M GONNA MEET YOU AT THE FRONT ENTRANCE.
- NO, NO, FORGET ABOUT LILY.
LET'S JUST GO NOW. - MM-HMM, OKAY. UH, TEN MINUTES.
LOOK, SKYE, SERIOUSLY, YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TONIGHT, ALL RIGHT?
I WAS IN THE BASEMENT, AND LILY COMES--
[beep]
- DAMN IT!
[sighs]
[sniffles]
- OH.
OH, WELL, HELLO.
THAT IS ONE KILLER AUTOMOBILE.
IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING'S MISSING.
[scraping]
[rock music]
¶ ¶
[blows]
[laughing]
[engine starts]
WHAT THE HELL?
[engine revs]
HA HA, REALLY FUNNY.
YOU GOT ME. WHATEVER. LAME!
HA HA, REAL FUNNY. I'M GOING INSIDE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
[screaming]
NO! NO!
NO!
AAH! HELP ME!
COME HELP ME, PLEASE!
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
PLEASE! NO!
NO! NO, NO!
OH! OH!
GOD!
HELP!
NO!
OH, MY GOD!
[screams]
[grunts]
OH!
[screaming]
NO! NO!
[groans]
NO!
[grunts]
NO! NO!
[groans]
[screams]
[slice, blood splattering]
[electrical buzzing]
- HEY, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU ALL NIGHT.
APPARENTLY THE FIRST PLACE YOU CHECKED
WAS IN MADISON'S MOUTH.
- THAT--THAT WASN'T WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE.
- IT DOESN'T MATTER.
- YES, IT DOES. IT DOES TO ME.
- YOU KNOW,
I WAS FINE BEING THE OUTCAST.
AND THEN YOU SHOW UP
AND I THINK, MAYBE,
JUST MAYBE I CAN BE NORMAL.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I REALIZED TONIGHT?
THIS ISN'T NORMAL.
THIS IS THE FREAK SHOW, AND YOU'RE PART OF IT.
- SKYE, I-- SKYE, DON'T.
- BRIGG, LET GO OF MY ARM.
[club music]
- WHAT THE HELL, CHLOE?
- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
EVERYBODY HAVING A GOOD TIME?
[cheers and applause]
- GOOD. YOU GUYS KNOW THIS IS NO ORDINARY NIGHT, RIGHT?
THIS IS MADISON PENROSE'S SWEET 16!
ALL RIGHT!
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
AND GIVE UP THE MADDEST OF PROPS
TO OUR GUEST OF HONOR, MISS MADISON PENROSE.
THAT'S RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT.
[cheers and applause]
- HEY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, EVERYBODY.
THANKS FOR BEING HERE.
I, UH, WANT TO START OUT
BY SAYING I APPRECIATE YOUR BEING HERE
TO HELP CELEBRATE, UM,
THIS VERY HISTORICAL MOMENT FOR MY BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL.
- NO. [crowd ahing]
- CHLOE?
OH, THE SLUT'S PROBABLY SOMEWHERE, HOOKING UP.
[sighs]
NICE.
[sighs]
- YOU KNOW, I EVEN REMEMBER, YOU KNOW,
THE GIRL SCOUT FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCES
ON VALENTINE'S DAY, AND, UM...
- OH, THE DANCES. - YEAH, THE DANCES.
AND, OF COURSE, YOU KNOW, WHEN--
WHEN STEPMOM CAME IN
AND HELPED TURN US ALL AROUND.
I MEAN, THAT WAS A HAPPY DAY FOR ME,
AND, UM, AND, YOU KNOW, FOR ALL OF US, I THINK.
AND, UM, IT SEEMS REALLY LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY...
- EW!
EW.
- I HAVE TO TELL YOU
THAT I'VE TAUGHT MADISON MANY, MANY THINGS.
I'M ESPECIALLY PROUD THAT I TAUGHT HER HOW TO BE SUCCESSFUL,
HOW TO, UH, TO GO AFTER WHAT SHE REALLY WANTED
AND NOT LET ANYBODY STAND IN HER WAY,
AND, UH...
AND WHEN I LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER,
I SEE MYSELF.
[crowd ahing]
AND, UH, THAT'S THE GREATEST GIFT
THAT A FATHER COULD ASK FOR.
- JUST GET TO THE PART WHERE YOU GIVE ME A CAR, DAD.
- OKAY, OKAY, ALL RIGHT. FIRST THINGS FIRST.
UM, SORRY.
UM, WELL, WHY DON'T WE JUST GO AHEAD THEN
AND BRING OUT THE CAKE?
BRING OUT THE CAKE, PLEASE.
[cheers and applause]
- CHLOE?
IS SOMEBODY IN THERE?
- THERE IT IS, RIGHT THERE.
[cheers and applause]
- OH, GOD!
[screaming]
[sound muted]
- [gasps]
MY SUSHI CAKE!
[all screaming]
- BRIGG, BRIGG, BRIGG, BRIGG!
WHAT WAS THAT IN THERE? WAS THAT REAL?
- MY GOD, DUDE! IT DOESN'T GET MORE REAL THAN THAT.
WHERE THE HELL IS SKYE?
- I THINK SHE'S STILL INSIDE!
[all screaming]
- WHERE ARE YOU GOING? THIS PARTY ISN'T OVER!
DADDY! - MADISON!
- DADDY! YOU HAVE TO FIX THIS!
- MADDIE! MADDIE!
[all screaming]
- YOU BITCH.
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
YOU PSYCHO SKANK! YOU RUINED MY PARTY!
- IT WASN'T ME.
IT WASN'T ME!
[door slams]
- WHO THE HELL IS THAT?
- IT'S MY FATHER.
WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE.
MADISON, RUN!
THIS WAY.
COME ON, COME ON!
- [whimpering]
- MADISON, WE'RE GONNA GET OUT OF HERE!
- [gagging]
[squealing]
NO!
[whimpering]
[panting]
- THERE IS A WINDOW IN HERE, I THINK.
- YOU THINK?
NO.
- BRIGG! YOU CAME BACK!
- ARE YOU OKAY?
- [whimpers]
RUN, RUN!
- [squeals]
WHY ARE WE UP HERE?
- I'LL HOLD HIM OFF! YOU GUYS GET OUT OF HERE!
- OKAY. - NO, NO, NO!
BRIGG, DON'T, DON'T.
- COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!
[club music playing]
COME ON, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!
[both scream]
- BRIGG!
- HE'S DEAD! COME ON!
- IT WON'T OPEN!
- DEREK!
LEAVE HIM ALONE! HE'S MY FRIEND.
- SKYE!
SKYE!
- DADDY.
- WHAT'S GOING ON? WHERE ARE WE?
- THE BASEMENT.
- HE'S GOING TO KILL US.
WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE HE GETS BACK.
- HE'S STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU.
- YOU SICK BASTARD! LET ME GO!
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
- BECAUSE HE THINKS YOU DESERVE IT.
- THAT'S NOT TRUE.
TELL HIM IT'S NOT TRUE.
- I TRIED TO TELL HIM, MADISON.
I TRIED TO TELL HIM YOU'RE A GOOD PERSON,
THAT HE'S GOT YOU ALL WRONG.
- IT'S TRUE. I AM A GOOD PERSON.
- BUT YOU'RE NOT.
YOU'RE A MONSTER.
- I'M A MONSTER?
WHAT ABOUT YOUR CRAZY-ASS, MASK-WEARING DAD?
HE KILLED MY FRIENDS.
HE KILLED THE BOY YOU LIKE.
- THE BOY YOU TORTURED ME FOR LIKING.
- THAT WAS A JOKE.
- YOU'RE A BULLY, MADISON.
- SO I'M A BULLY.
I'M A HUGE BITCH.
I DON'T DESERVE TO DIE FOR THAT.
[crying]
[blade scraping]
PLEASE STOP.
PLEASE, PLEASE STOP.
UHH! HUH!
- AAH!
- KILL HER.
- WHAT?
- SHE ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS.
NOW GIVE HER WHAT SHE DESERVES.
DO IT, SKYE.
- PLEASE. PLEASE.
I'M SO SORRY.
I'M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING I DID.
PLEASE, DON'T KILL ME.
I'M SORRY.
- I'M SORRY, TOO.
BUT I HAVE TO DO THIS.
- [groans]
- JEEZ, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME!
- [groans]
- WILL YOU HURRY UP, YOU IDIOT? - I'M TRYING!
- THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU HADN'T CRASHED MY PARTY,
NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!
- [groans]
- UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW, LOSER,
OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!
- [grunts]
- OUT OF MY WAY!
- [grunts]
HELP ME, YOU FREAK!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
YOU CAN'T DO THIS!
- HAVE A SUPER BIRTHDAY, MADISON.
- I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A PSYCHO!
YOU LOSER! YOU'RE NOTHING!
YOU'RE NOBODY!
YOU SUCK!
¶ HEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I ¶
¶ MAKE BEAUTY STAY IF I TAKE MY LIFE ¶
[Madison screams]
- [calmly] HE'S IN THE BASEMENT.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- [groans]
¶ ¶
¶ WITH JUST A LOOK ¶
¶ THEY SHOOK ¶
¶ AND HEAVEN'S BOUND BEFORE HIM ¶
¶ SIMPLY A LOOK ¶
¶ CAN BREAK ¶
¶ YOUR HEART ¶
¶ THE STARS THAT PIERCE THE SKY ¶
¶ HE LEFT THEM ALL BEHIND ¶
¶ WE'RE LEFT TO WONDER WHY ¶
¶ HE LEFT US ALL ¶
¶ BEHIND ¶
¶ HEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I ¶
¶ MAKE BEAUTY STAY IF I ¶
¶ TAKE MY LIFE ¶
¶ OH OH OH ¶
¶ ¶
¶ OHH ¶
¶ ¶
[engine revs]
¶ HEY, MISS MURDER, CAN I ¶
[engine revving] ¶ MAKE BEAUTY STAY IF I ¶
¶ TAKE MY LIFE ¶
¶ OH OH OH ¶
[electrical buzzing]
[heart monitor beeping]
- YOU'RE AWAKE.
- SKYE?
WHERE AM I?
- THE HOSPITAL.
YOU'VE BEEN OUT FOR DAYS.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD.
- IS IT OVER?
- I DON'T KNOW.
IS IT?
- I'M GLAD YOU CAME BACK.
- I HAD TO.
FOR YOU.
- [screaming]
- SKYE! SKYE, DON'T.
- NOW CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN.
IT'S OKAY.
- [breathing heavily]
WHERE'S SKYE?
- DON'T WORRY.
NOBODY'S SEEN THAT GIRL FOR DAYS.
TRY TO GET SOME REST, OKAY?
I'LL COME BACK AND CHECK ON YOU IN A MOMENT.
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