Scream for Summer (2017) Movie Script
(electrical buzzing)
(ominous tones)
(foreboding music)
(pop music)
- All right, bitches, listen up!
School is officially over!
(kids cheering)
Here's to endless parties on the lake
and staying fucking blitzed all summer.
- [Crowd] Yeah!
- And then getting the hell
out of this shitty ass town
and never looking back!
(kids cheering)
Hi.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey.
Hm, could you get me another beer, please?
- Just take that.
- No, I don't want that.
Will you just get me another drink?
A beer, anything?
- All right, hold on.
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- That was fucking epic.
- Best party ever.
- Seriously, Monica, how
did you convince your dad
to let you throw this party?
- Convince?
Tara, sweetie, dad's in
Tripoli Falls the next few days
with some therapist he thinks
no one knows he's banging.
- So he just like let you live alone?
- Let me?
It's 2017, Claire.
I am obviously a respectable
and responsible woman.
(clattering)
Hey, don't touch my shit, asshole!
(crowd cheering)
I'm going upstairs.
My makeup is starting to run.
- We'll come with.
- No, you both stay back
and clean up that mess.
- Okay.
- And see his clumsy ass
out of my house.
(cosmetics clacking)
(gasps)
Fucking Christ, Josh!
- (laughs) Sorry, babe, I couldn't resist.
- Shouldn't you be somewhere
drinking with your jock friends
instead of hiding out in my closet?
- You're hilarious.
Wow.
And why haven't seen you in these before?
- Because you're usually more concerned
with what's under my clothes.
- Speaking about that.
- It's probably not a good time
considering all the
people we have downstairs.
- Come on, just a quickie.
- That's a good one.
It's always a quickie with you.
(kisses smacking)
Wait.
- What?
- I need a beer first.
- You're fucking kidding me?
- A beer, from downstairs.
- Right now?
- Did I stutter?
- (scoffs) Fuck.
- That's a good boy.
- Woof.
(dance music)
(Monica screaming)
(blows thudding)
(Monica screaming)
(pop music)
(kids laughing)
(door clicking)
- Better be fucking worth it, babe.
Monica?
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
(ominous music)
- Hey Sam?
- Hey.
What's up?
- What time are you planning
on to get home tonight?
- I'm only working a half
day at the marina, why?
- Mom said she needs
you to pick up her meds.
- Can't you or Evan do it?
- Just do it, Sam, please?
I already have way too
much running around to do.
And besides, Mom wellbeing
isn't Evan's responsibility.
It's ours.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
(engine turning over)
(energetic music)
Hey, Tess.
- [Tess] Hey, girl.
Where you be?
- Oh, I'm just going into work.
What about you?
- Trying to convince myself
to do something other
than lay on my lazy ass.
- Shut up.
- Seriously, come get me.
I'm bored.
- Yeah.
Yeah, just give me a few.
Yeah, yeah just give me a few.
(screaming)
Brody, what the fuck!
- [Tess] Sam?
Sam?
- Hey!
Fucking Brody almost ran me
off the fucking road, Tess.
- [Tess] Oh shit!
Are you okay?
- No, I'm fine.
It's just I don't know
what his problem is.
(sirens whooping)
Shit.
- What?
- Hey, I gotta call you back.
(knocking on car door)
Yeah, I'm sorry, Officer.
I'm looking for my license, okay?
- [Matt] Yeah, I think I
know who you are, half-pint.
- Matt?
(Matt laughs)
Matt, it is you!
- Hey you.
- Oh my god.
Matt, it's been like--
- Almost a year, yeah.
- Where on Earth did you go?
- I had some things I had to take care of.
But I needed a break from
this place for a bit.
- Break?
Wow, does my sister know you're back?
- Danni?
No, kind of like to keep it that way
for a little bit, if you don't mind.
- Yeah.
- I'll get around to it,
but I just need to take some time.
- Yeah, I understand.
- How is she doing?
- Danielle?
She's doing good, considering.
You know, Matt, after you left,
a lot of things happened.
- Yeah, I heard about your boyfriend Sean.
It was a boating accident?
- Yeah, he was on the water late at night.
I mean he did that all the time,
but they said that he went over
and probably hit his head on something.
- That's awful, Sam, I'm so sorry.
How you coping?
- It was rough the first
six or seven month,
but I mean I'm doing all right.
- How's your mom doing?
- (scoffs) Still Mom.
(both chuckle)
- That good, huh?
- Yeah.
- God I haven't seen your mom in ages.
I'll have to stop by
the house at some point.
Unless that's not a good idea?
- Matt, like I said, whenever
you left a lot changed.
Danielle, she's kind
of seeing someone now.
- Okay?
- And he stays at the house.
- Ah.
- He's really sweet, though.
Evan, Evan Connors?
(Matt laughs)
You know him?
- Yeah, I know him.
All right, I'm glad she's happy.
She deserves it.
You look like you're doing good.
- Yeah, I'm working at
the docks over the summer.
So yeah.
- That's great, great.
Hey listen, I gotta go.
Apparently some craziness
happened out at the Prewitt house,
so I need to get down
there and see what's up.
- Monica Prewitt?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- Dunno yet.
- Oh, (sighs) yeah, no I'm sorry.
You should go, I don't
wanna keep you waiting.
- All right, later.
Take it slower next time.
Just because you're like a sister to me
doesn't mean I won't
lock your scrawny ass up.
(Sam laughs)
- Yeah, yeah, all right.
Be safe.
- You bet.
(people chattering)
- Thanks for picking me up again.
- Yeah, sorry I was late.
I ran into Matt.
- Oh yeah?
Anything interesting to say?
- He just told me he was sorry about Sean
and asked me about Danielle.
- Oh no, didn't Matt know about her?
(alternative pop music)
- So, Brody came over last night.
- So I see.
- Uh-oh, really?
Oh, I totally thought I
covered it up with concealer.
I look so trashy.
- You were saying about Brody?
- Oh, right.
After a little bump and
grind, we started to talk.
- About?
- So, he brought up Tristan
and his unhealthy obsession with you.
- And?
- And it had me thinking
about you and Sean, okay?
I know you loved my brother, we all did,
but I think it's time that
maybe you should start
progressing forward a little bit,
maybe realizing that
there are others out there
that wouldn't think it's the worst thing
in the world to be with you.
- Wow, thanks, Tess.
You trying to pimp me out, now?
- No, I'm not talking about Tristan, okay?
There are others out there.
- Thanks, Tess.
- I'm just worried that you're gonna let
some great things slip
through your fingers.
- [Samantha] I'll be fine.
(sighs) It's just, I'm not
ready for this part of my life
to move forward yet, you know?
- Well, when you are, I'll be right here
to help and glide your right through it.
- Time to go to work.
(both groan)
(giggling)
- Do it proud!
(man taunting)
- I will fucking kill you.
Hello lovely ladies.
- Tristan.
- Well, since this weekend is going to
be fucking retardedly
packed at the drive-in,
I hired young Tristan
here to be my little bitch
for the next couple days.
You know, gotta get the
lot clean for the masses.
What are you guys doing today?
- Working, sadly.
- Oo, oo, oo, why don't
you join the cohorts here
and we'll paint this fucking lake red?
- I think I'll pass.
You guys go have fun,
but hit me up later and
we'll go get some grub.
- Word.
- I can't take you anywhere.
- No.
(Tess giggles)
- Tacos later?
- Yeah.
- Cool, it's a date.
(ominous music)
- To be honest with you, I
don't really keep up with her.
- Do you know her?
Were you guys close?
- Not at all.
- What about this guy?
Why the fuck's he so nervous?
- He's not.
- He's sick.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- He has the flu.
- I didn't ask you.
- Was I stuttering?
- What the fuck
was up with that?
- I don't know.
- Hey guys.
- That's crazy.
- That cop just checked her out.
- What was that about?
- Holy shit kicks.
That dude was asking if
we knew anything about Monica Prewitt.
Yeah, apparently (clicks tongue)
she bit the dust last night.
- What?
- Yeah.
- How?
- This dude said that
she was found last night
during that huge party
that she was throwing.
Apparently someone killed
her and no one saw him.
- [Samantha] What, that is insane!
- Kind of wish we'd went
to that party last night.
Would have been epic as fuck.
- Brody!
- Relax.
- Morbid much?
- Eh.
- I mean, I guess it's sad.
Monica wasn't winning any
good Sarmatian awards anytime soon.
- Damn straight, bitch was terrible.
I mean it's not much of a stretch
to think that someone would off her.
- She torture you in school, too?
(Brody laughing)
- Oh my god.
- Did she torture her?
- Yeah.
She was the one that tried to prevent me
from joining the cheerleading squad.
I believe her exact words were,
"Maybe you'd have a better chance
"at joining a special needs squad."
Bitch was cold blooded.
- No yeah, I can't even count on my hands
how many times she's come up to me,
asking me for some new pharmaceuticals.
- Oh.
- I guess it's what
Matt was talking about this morning
when he said something
went down at Monica's.
- Hmm, she probably just
pissed off the wrong person.
I mean shit, it could have been anybody.
Even that fucking bimbo she
keeps hanging around with.
- (smacks lips) The usual suspects?
- Nice.
- Oh, where is that fucking food?
Food!
(upbeat music)
- All right, dudes.
As much as I'd love to sit around
and debate the unfortunate demise
of our illustrious ex-Prom Queen,
Zeke boy here is starving.
So, hey driver, can we
talk about this on the go?
- Yes, viva la beanersville, please.
- Oh my god, Brody.
- See,
and we always got there.
- Oh my god, Tess.
Take that little booger out of your nose.
- What?
(foreboding music)
(warped twangy music)
- Did you wash your hands?
- Shh, no.
- That's just disgusting.
- That's a waste of water.
- So who would hate Monica
enough to do that anyway?
Really?
- Yeah.
- Sweetness, Monica was the antichrist.
Did she deserve to die?
That's a matter of opinion.
- Sophomore year she taped the word cunt
on my shower locker in tampons.
- If only you could have crushed
her mentally or something,
Maybe light her up all
torch style, like in Carrie.
Like this, see?
- You know what?
Maybe you should just take a break
with that for a minute.
- You know, she came to
the docks all the time
and she always brought attitude,
but it was nothing more than all the other
uppity Daddy's girls here, so.
- Let's face it, she
passed life expectancy
way before she graduated high school.
I mean she did pill poppers
on a whole other level,
and on top of being Queen
Bitch, she had it coming.
- Yeah, I guess.
So does the officer have have any leads
on who might have done it?
- Yes, they do.
They think it might be the butler
with a silver dildo and they just punched
the shit out of her with it.
- So nothing concrete,
from the sounds of it.
- No, here's what I'm
saying, whoever did it
had a (ambient noise drowns out speech),
I mean to pull it off like
that at Monica's party,
that right there is some
Mission Impossible shit.
- Which means they're still out there.
- Oh, I wonder if they're taking requests.
I have a list of people who
I'd love to see disappear.
- [Jenna] I second that.
- No, it'll be a one and done deal.
Some kid is gonna get scared and butt hurt
and confess to the murder.
It's what happens, all the time.
- Mm?
- Yeah.
(piano music)
(people chattering)
(intense music)
(gravel crunching)
(Brody mumbling)
- See you guys!
- Well, here we are.
- Thanks for the ride.
- Yeah, anytime.
- Well, see ya later.
- Yeah.
Hey, Sam?
- Yeah?
- (Sighs) Nothing, just forget about it.
- Okay, drive safe.
- Yeah.
(eerie music)
(water sloshing)
- Josh?
- Oh, Sammy.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
Hey, do you wanna drink?
- No, I'm fine.
- You sure?
- Come on, let's get you up.
- Hey, amen to that.
Thanks a lot.
(grunting)
- Here you go.
Josh, you know you're not supposed
to be out here when the
docks are closed, right?
- I don't give a fuck.
- I heard about Monica.
I'm really sorry.
- Yeah.
Fucking cops questioned me
for like four goddamn hours.
I kept telling 'em I have
no idea what happened,
but they just kept looking at me
like I was the one who wasted her.
- I won't tell anyone
that I saw you out here
as long as you promise to
stay away from the edge, deal?
(Josh laughs)
Is there anything I can do for you?
- You know, you're a really pretty thing.
Has anybody ever told you that?
- Get your hand off me, Josh.
- What?
I'm just holding it.
What, is that a crime?
You asked me if I needed anything.
Maybe I need to be comforted.
- Get your hand off me, Josh.
- Why, come on.
Come on.
(Samantha sighs)
- Sorry, big guy.
(Josh grunts)
(Josh groaning)
- [Josh] Oh you fucking bitch.
(groaning)
Sammy?
Sammy!
(eerie music)
(blow thudding)
Fuck.
What in the hell is going on, man?
Where the fuck am I?
(suspenseful music)
Who the hell are you?
What the fuck is going on?
And why am I tied?
What the fuck?
I'm gonna fucking kill you
when I get out of here.
(Josh grunting)
I'm gonna fucking kill you, man.
(water splashing)
(choking)
(door creaking)
(keys jangling)
- Jesus Christ, Mom.
- Did you get my medicine?
- Yes, it's over there on the table.
(bag crinkling)
How do you feel?
- I'm great.
Don't I look great?
I think I look great.
- Mom, you look great.
- Thank you, sweetie.
Did you have fun at the dance tonight?
- Yeah.
- Did Sean take you in his truck?
- No.
- Well he is a good kid, Sam.
You two are a good fit for each other.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Don't stay up too late tonight.
And no candy.
You always get such tummy
troubles when you eat sweets late.
- Mom, I won't.
- Okay.
Goodnight, sweetie.
- Goodnight, Mom.
- I love you so much.
- You, too.
(sighs)
- Hey, what's going on, kid?
- Hey, Evan.
How is she?
- Ah, she's good.
Just had a long day, but she'll live.
Are you okay?
- Found out one of my classmates
was murdered last night.
- I heard about that.
Some, Monica?
- I mean we weren't besties,
I didn't know her that well.
How'd you know?
- Goddam, it's been all over the news.
It's still pretty crazy, though.
I'm here to talk if you need me.
- No, I'm good.
It's just a shock, you know?
Speaking of shock, what's wrong with Mom?
She was being all creepy
in the kitchen just now.
- Yeah, she's been a little,
one of those weirder days.
I'm sure she's just in a funk.
- Well, I brought her prescription home.
- Thanks.
- I think I'm gonna crash.
- Really it's like, what is it?
It's like 11:30, don't you
have a party to go to or?
- (scoffs) No, after what
happened at Monica's party,
I think I'm good.
- Good point.
Everything good?
- Oh yeah, yeah.
Everything's fine.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(melancholy music)
- Night, babe.
(glass breaking)
(sighing)
- Sam, that's gross.
Get a glass.
- Hey, you didn't happen to go
in my room last night, did you?
- Why would I need to go into your room?
- I don't know.
That's why I ask.
When I woke up earlier,
mine and Sean's picture frame was busted,
and it wasn't like that
when I went to bed,
so I just kinda figured someone came in
and accidentally knocked it off.
- Not me.
I mean if I wanted to borrow some
of your white trash pop music, then maybe.
But until then, I don't see
a reason to go in your room.
(Sam laughs mockingly)
I don't know, kiddo.
I mean maybe Mom went
in there for something.
She's been kind of out of it lately.
- Yeah, maybe.
(knocking)
I'll get it.
- Okay.
- Ha!
Caught you.
- Go get the door, brat.
(knocking)
- Matt?
Hey, everything okay?
What are you doing here?
- Yeah, not really.
I think you and me need to talk.
- Hey, Sam, who's at the, door?
(door creaking)
Matt?
- (sighs) Hey, Dani.
- What's going on?
Sam?
- Listen,
I hate to bother you girls
this early in the morning,
but there's a situation down at the docks.
- What type of situation?
- We found a body at the
landing platform at the docks.
A Josh Kirby?
- (exhales sharply) What?
- It's not so good.
We pulled the footage from
the parking lot cameras,
it shows you being the
last one around the area
around the same time they
think Josh may had died.
- How, I mean why do you
guys want to talk to me?
Am I in trouble or something?
- Is she in trouble, officer?
- No, it's standard procedure, Dani.
You know that.
Sam, I just need you to
come down to the station
and answer a few questions, that's all.
- Look, unless you intend to arrest her,
I suggest you leave,
and you don't come back
until you have a signed
warrant from a judge.
- Danielle, look, it's okay.
I'll go, okay?
- Why am I the only one
surprised to see him?
You knew he was back
and you didn't tell me.
- I--
- Do whatever you want.
Just don't call me to come get you.
(birds twittering)
- Come on, Sam.
- Let me go get changed.
I'll be right back.
- Here you go.
- Thanks, Matt.
- Well, (sighs) so let's start
from the beginning, okay?
- All right, well we had
just gotten done eating
and Tristan dropped me off at my car.
- Tristan Palmer, right?
- Yeah.
And that's when I heard a
noise over by the boats,
and I knew since the docks close at 8:00
that there shouldn't be anyone out there,
so I went and looked.
- And that's when you saw Josh?
- Yeah, he was drunk and
seemed pretty torn up.
I mean I was guessing it
was because of Monica.
- Sure, okay.
What happened next?
- Well he was on the ground,
so I told him that he needed to leave
and I helped him up.
But that's when he started
getting touchy-feely with me,
so I pacified him.
- Pacified?
- [Samantha] I kneed the
shit out of his balls.
- And what next?
- I left.
I swear to god, Matt,
Josh was alive when I last saw him.
- And there's nobody else
that would have seen you?
Maybe vouch for you?
- No, not that I saw.
Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
What happened to Josh?
(ominous music)
(chair scraping)
What happened?
- Don't know.
At first glance, it seems as if Josh may
have had a motive to kill
Monica, felt guilty about it,
decided to go with slicing the wrists,
paints the guilty on his forehead,
and cut his wrists.
- At first glance?
- Well first of all,
there's burn marks, bruising
around the throat, rope burn.
Sheriff thinks he may have
tried to hang himself,
failed, and then went
with cutting the wrists.
- And number two?
- Number two being it's a little difficult
to cut both your wrists,
then to write guilty
on your forehead without a
mirror while bleeding out.
Just seems a little thin to me.
- So you don't think
it's a murder-suicide?
- I think this is a little too clean.
Now the Sheriff is okay
with that explanation,
but I'm not so easily convinced.
(Samantha sighs)
You good?
- Yeah, I just need a second.
Hey, I'm sorry about
Danielle this morning.
- Nah, that's not your problem, kiddo.
- She's pissed I didn't tell
her you were in town earlier.
She not gonna forgive me for this one.
- Well listen, I know Dani can
hold a grudge like no other,
but you're family, Sam.
You'll be all right.
- Yeah but still, I
mean, she hates me now.
- You'll be fine.
- Is there anything else you need?
- That should be good.
Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You need a ride home?
- No, I'm gonna call someone.
- Hey.
- What?
- You watch your ass out there, all right?
(video game guns firing)
- Dude, Tristan, (mumbles).
- That's kind of rude, you stupid dick.
- Yeah, that's fucking rude.
Zeke, how is the scooby
dooby coming along?
- Chill out, all right?
Just chill out, man.
- I'm chill, Kim Jong-Crunk.
- First of all, it's Kim Jong-Un,
and second I'm Cambodian, you racist fuck.
- That's like the same difference.
(Tristan mumbling)
- Oh, back sass.
Well that's a new one.
Tell us, what's wrong, honey?
Did Sammy girl not give you
any nook-nook last night?
- Really?
You fucking told him?
- Sorry, man, it's like bro code.
- Right.
- Honestly, Tristan.
Let's talk about this for a moment.
You don't find it weird or odd
or even in bad taste to go
after a fallen comrade's girl?
- This isn't like that.
- It's not like that.
All right, then what's it like, Tristan?
- Why do you guys fucking care anyway?
- We don't care.
Don't think we care.
We just love pestering
the living shit outta you.
Now Sam is hot and severely bangable,
in that quirky, John Hughes way.
But you've been pining over this girl,
for years man.
Like even when she was with Sean,
you were still after her.
If it wasn't for the
entertainment value alone,
we would have put a stop to it.
- Blow me.
- Seriously, Tris, look.
What is it about Sam that turns you
into such a dripping pair of panties.
- You guys don't understand.
- Oh, god, try us.
- Sam's not like any
other girl I've ever met.
- You have met any other kind of girl.
You've been in Geneva,
Ohio this whole time.
- Tess is from Geneva, dipshit.
- Well that's a fair point.
- Can I continue or what?
Just something about Sam is just perfect.
You know she's gorgeous,
intelligent, funny.
- Oh god, I'm sorry.
Please continue with
your gay ass ramblings.
- Forget it.
- Fine, look,
you were just jonesing majorly over Sam
and so, why haven't you made your move?
- Just never had the right in moment.
(boys laughing)
No seriously, by the time I
got the balls to tell her,
she was already with Sean.
And then when Sean died,
there hasn't been a good time.
- (scoffs) Any time?
Okay, you guys have been friend since,
I don't even know, birth?
So it's obviously something
way worse than that
that's preventing you from
having your in moment.
- Like what?
- We can start with
the string hanging from your puss cushion.
- Ha ha ha.
Why don't you put something
else in your mouth
besides my dick.
- Oh, shit.
Fucking asshole. (laughs)
(phone buzzing)
- All right.
Hello?
- Zeke!
Oh.
- Will you shut up?
Yeah, what is it?
Really, wait, say that again?
Holy shit.
Yeah yeah, we'll be right over.
You guys aren't gonna believe this.
- What's up, dude?
- So Sam is at the police station.
They just found Josh
Kirby's body on the docks.
- [In Unison] Shut the fuck up.
- I always hated that dick anyway.
- All right, you guys coming
with me to pick her up?
- Wait, what about all this weed?
Do we not?
- Zeke, really?
Come on!
(Brody grunting)
- Ah, hold up.
- Fucker.
Were are my fucking shoes?
(energetic music)
(birds twittering)
(radio chattering)
(energetic music)
- Thanks for coming to get me.
- Yeah, no problem.
- Tristan!
- Yeah?
- Did they like give her a cavity search?
Did they give you a cavity search?
- No, no Brody.
- Do you want a cavity search?
I'll go back in and get like a,
baton or whatever the fuck they have.
- [Zeke] All right, let's go.
(knocking on desk)
- Hey, Sheriff.
- [Sheriff Hammond] Hey, you
get anything out of Willis?
- Nah, not really.
The report is in there,
claims that Kirby was alive
and well last time she saw him,
for lack of a better term.
- [Sheriff Hammond] Uh-huh.
Any issues when you picked her up?
- Issues?
- Yeah, Danielle?
- Well, she wasn't
entirely happy to see me,
if that's what you're asking.
- [Sheriff Hammond] Hmm, you good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Well they haven't seen you in
an awfully long time, you know?
- [Matt] And?
- Listen, I get it.
You had a lot of shit that
you needed to clear up
with the drinking and the black outs.
But you went away.
You took care of that
and you got cleaned up,
but now you're back.
And I don't have to tell you,
that girl was in here damn near
every day asking questions.
Questions I chose not to answer
because it wasn't my place.
- What do you wanna hear, Jack?
What do you want me say?
Hey, Dani, sorry I left for over a year
because I wanted to spare
you the embarrassment
of being proposed to by
the town's drunk deputy?
- No, but you know it wasn't
easy for either one of you.
Hell, you up and left town
without as much as a goodbye,
only to come back to find that
now she's with your old high school buddy.
- Yeah I know, Sam told me.
- I guess what I'm
trying to figure out is,
am I gonna find this Connors
guy out handcuffed to a tree
in the middle of no
where with a size 12 boot
shoved halfway up his ass?
- (scoffs) No, we're good.
Evan's a good guy.
I would be an idiot to think that Dani
would wait around for me anyway.
If he makes her happy, then
I'm happy for her, you know?
- All right, if that's
the way you want it.
But personally, if it were me,
I would go have a talk
with her, air things out.
'Cause you can bet your ass,
I'm not covering for you again.
I've got that karma or whatever the hell
that hippie shit's called to worry about.
(chuckles)
- I'll take your advice
under consideration.
- Yeah, damn right you will.
Now could you get back
to work or something
before the rest of the department
thinks I'm favoring you.
- All right, thanks Sheriff.
- Uh-huh.
(wistful music)
(water lapping)
- [Tess] You just need to relax
and clear some of this off your plate.
- I just feel so guilty
coming back here, you know?
The last guy I talked to
actually died here last night.
How do I look past that?
- I don't know, but like you said,
Matt said that it could have
been a murder-suicide thing, right?
- That's what the Sheriff thinks.
- Sounds pretty open and closed to me.
- I don't know, though.
Matt doesn't think it's that easy.
- Well maybe he's wrong.
I mean Josh and Monica were messed up
in their own way, anyways.
- Yeah, I guess.
- What's up?
- Sam is feeling a little off right now.
- Oh, babe, you doing okay?
- I wish everyone would
quit asking me that.
- All right, then let's
just try to hang out
and have a good time.
There's nothing we can really do
about Josh and Monica right now.
- I know!
I know, I just feel bad.
The last thing Josh experienced
was me crushing his junk.
- Yeah, and not to
sound too disrespectful,
but from what you told
us, he kinda deserved it.
- Yeah.
- He did.
- It's sad that he died, though.
But like Tess said, Josh offed Monica
and couldn't take the guilt.
- Yeah, maybe.
- Hmm, there's something else.
What's up?
- Well, on top of being
questioned by the police,
Danielle is pissed at me
because I didn't tell her
Matt was back in town.
- Oh my god.
It is not your responsibility
to update your sister
about her ex's whereabouts.
- I know, I mean, you should
have saw her face this morning.
- There she is.
She was the last one to see Josh.
Pretty coincidental that she saw him last
and then he winded up
being dead shortly after.
- Hey Tara, why don't you work
on your cottage cheese ass
rather than what's going on with us, yeah?
- Hey!
- What'd you say?
- I'd think over that next
move very, very carefully
before you become the poster child
of Abercrombie Lives Matter, capisce?
- Fucking faggots.
- He thinks we're gay.
(Brody giggles)
- Sam.
(Sam sighs)
- Hey, Sam, wait up!
(crickets chirping)
(romantic music)
- Your turn.
Wait, wait, wait.
- What?
- I gotta take a piss.
- Seriously?
- Really quick.
I promise, one minute.
I promise, babe.
- Oh my god,
just make it fast.
- Okay, you got it.
(crickets chirping)
(suspenseful music)
Thought you didn't wanna
see me take a piss?
You just couldn't wait
any longer, could ya?
Tara?
(ominous music)
What the fuck?
(gasping)
(Tara huffs)
(gasps)
(hyperventilating)
(gasps)
(line ringing)
(Tara screaming)
(rock music)
- Hey guys, turn that down.
- [Danielle] What?
Sam!
- Hold on a second.
- Sam, is everything all right?
- Did you guys hear that?
- Hear what?
(rock music)
- Danielle?
(Samantha scoffs)
- Hey, chica.
- Hey, Tess.
Can I ask you a favor?
- Sure.
- Can I stay with you tonight?
Things between me and
Danielle are still weird.
- [Tara] Sure, I'll turn
around and pick you up.
- God, thank you, Tess.
- [Tess] I'll be there shortly, okay?
- Yeah, all right.
(keys jangle)
(Danielle sighs)
- Matt?
- Hey, Dani.
- [Danielle] What do you want?
(keys clicking)
- Here ya go.
- I didn't need your help.
- Listen, I'm sorry I didn't
tell you I was back in town.
- Why are you back?
- The shit that needed to be resolved
got taken care of.
The Sheriff needed the help.
My job was still available.
- Yeah?
Well let me assure you,
just because that Andy Griffith
wannabe Sheriff of ours
wanted you back, doesn't
mean the rest of us did.
Don't!
- Listen, I just wanted to say.
(Danielle crying)
I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
- Where did you go?
I wake up one morning and you're gone!
There's no note, no explanation.
(groans) Not even a god
damned coward text message.
You just disappeared!
(crying)
I didn't know where you were.
I didn't know if you were in trouble.
I didn't know if you were hurt.
Do you have any idea what I went through?
- I know, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry?
I'm sorry?
Is that really all you have to say to me?
You know what, Matt?
I don't care that you're sorry.
And even more so, I don't
care that you're back, okay?
I moved on; I'm with Evan now.
You remember Evan, right?
You should.
He's someone else you left behind.
Oh gee, Matt.
Did I strike a nerve?
(scoffs) Good.
- I just wanted to say that I'm sorry
and not to take it out on Sam.
I told her not to say anything to you.
So blame me and not her.
- I do blame you!
You know what?
Don't ever get my family involved
in your bullshit again.
You know what, stay the hell away
from Sammy and I all together, got it?
(crying)
(knocking)
(breathing deeply)
- Listen, I'm really glad
that you're happy with Evan.
I truly am.
- Fuck you, Matt.
(engine roars)
(TV voices mumbling)
(door closing)
(footsteps)
(wistful music)
- So where's Jenna?
She does know I'm here, right?
- Oh yeah, she just showed up.
She jumped in the shower.
What are you watching?
- I don't know, some
random ass slasher flick.
Chill Billies or some stupid shit.
- Not thanks.
Aren't you gonna miss this?
- What's that?
- This.
When you go to college.
- Tess, it doesn't matter how far away
we go from each other.
You know we're always
gonna have these moments.
Just, it's gonna take a lot
of planning now, that's all.
- Damn straight.
- Besides, someone's gotta
keep you and Brody in line.
- Hmm, true.
- What's up?
- Oh nothing, just telling Sam here
she better not go too far
wherever she decides to go to college.
- Hmm, pretty sure the one who is gonna be
the most heartbroken
is our little Tristan.
Jesus, did you see how hard he snapped
at Tara this afternoon?
It's love, kid.
- Oh great, this again.
- I hate to admit it, but
he does sort of cherish you
in a creepy Tom Cruise kind of way.
- Friends, okay.
Once again, we are just friends
and that is all there is, okay?
You know as good of a guy Tristan is,
I just don't--
(door opening)
- Hey guys?
- Here we go!
Hit it!
(claps hands)
- Can't let you in here.
- What?
I came to see my baby girl.
- Oh and that required you bring the rest
of the boy's club?
- Well, I didn't wanna miss out
on seeing my baby girl.
- Tess!
- Yeah!
I'll be right there, Mom.
All right, behave until I get back.
- Always.
- Okay.
Mwah.
- [Zeke] So what are you guys into?
- Actually, we were just talking about
Brody having a get together soon.
- Ha, fuck yes!
Why don't we go that?
(phones buzzing)
- Party on the lake tomorrow night
in memory of Monica and Josh.
Free food, free booze, everyone's invited.
At the marina tomorrow
night, 10:00 o'clock,
see you guys there, Tara.
- What?
- You guys are not gonna
believe what I just got.
- Oh no?
- Oh, did you guys get that
message from Tara, too?
- Apparently.
- Great.
But why on Earth would she even invite us
to one of her shindigs?
I mean, if I'm not mistaken,
she was being a royal
bitch to us earlier today.
- I think the better question is,
why on Earth wouldn't we go?
Okay, hear me out.
You guys were just talking
about a get together,
or a shindig, or whatever the fuck?
And here it is.
- Yeah, you know, friends.
Not some stuck up slut's orgy.
- Well, I mean babe,
Brody does have a point.
- Thank you, Zeke.
- No, but it's free booze,
and free weed, annoying Tara a little.
I mean we can just show up, get drunk,
smoke all of her reefer,
and then we bounce.
- Attaboy.
- (sighs) I don't know
about this one, guys.
- Shut your blasphemous face.
You don't get a vote.
Your balls haven't dropped yet, Tristan.
- You know what, fuck you.
- Well, technically, you do have a point.
- Guys, I'm just not exactly
sure it's really our scene.
- Our scene?
- This is literally our scene.
This is lakeshore, music, booze, weed,
drunk hooligans all
over the fucking place.
This is our scene.
- I mean, I guess it's okay,
consider seeing certain
douchebags get slammed
and we're chunking all over the place,
could have its high points.
- That right there is four out of five.
Be a do-be, not a nope-y.
- There's six of us.
- (sighs) Shh.
The grownups are talking.
- (grunts) Fine.
We might not have a
disastrous time after all.
- And that is why I'm
the peer pressure king.
- Oh, that's nice.
Well, I think it's time
for you to go home.
- I just got here.
- I know, but Mom's rules, Mom's house.
Came directly from her lips,
that's why she called me downstairs.
- Your mom has never liked me.
- I know.
- That's fine 'cause me and T-boy here,
we have a shift tonight at the drive-in.
- No, you have a shift.
- We have a shift tonight at the drive-in.
So I will see you later.
Love ya!
- Love ya.
- You don't get a kiss, buddy.
- Maybe next time.
- There's your kiss.
- Douchebag.
(giggling)
- Savages, I tell you.
(girls giggling)
(ominous music)
- [Evan] Hey.
- [Danielle] Hey.
- You're smoking?
God I haven't seen you smoke in--
- Over a year, yeah I know.
I just kind of needed one.
Just don't judge me, okay?
- Not judging.
I just, is something bothering you?
- Just a lot on my mind.
- Okay.
This a lot wouldn't
happen to have something
to do with a certain ex
that decided to show up
out of nowhere after being
gone for a year and a half?
- I'm really the only one that was
in the dark about this, aren't I?
- Hey, I just found out.
Okay, I was the one
that drove by the store
and saw you two talking.
- Oh yeah?
(Evan scoffs)
- Do you wanna talk about it?
- I really don't.
- Do I need to be worried?
- What do you wanna hear, Evan, huh?
What that I'm not gonna leave you
just because Matt's back?
Because I'm not.
I'm not gonna do that to you.
- No, I think I would rather hear that
you don't still have feelings for the guy
that basically left you
without ever explaining
why or where he was going.
- Thanks.
I went like a whole two seconds
without thinking about it.
- Oh fuck, I gave the guy
the benefit of a doubt.
Who was the one that sat here and held you
while you thought the entire
world was crumbling around you?
Me, where was he?
Sure as hell wasn't here.
God you sit here and you act like
this is water under the bridge
and everything is gonna be hunky dory,
and it's just not.
- I spent three years
of my life with Matt.
Okay, I know him.
Probably better than he knows himself.
And it'd be a lie for me to stand here
and say that I don't have
any feelings for him.
To deny it?
No, I can't.
(sighs) Look, there's something there,
but I don't know exactly what it is.
But what I do know is that this is hard.
And I would appreciate it if
you could understand that.
- How am I not understanding?
You know what, don't answer that question.
Answer this question,
if you know him so well,
then why'd he leave?
Right.
(huffs)
You still love him?
- Did I say that?
- You didn't have to.
- That's not fair.
- Fucking life's not fair.
I'll sleep on the couch.
- Evan, wait.
(huffs) Great.
Way to go, Dani.
- [Tristan] So what time are
we going to the party tonight?
- After the movie.
Karen's gonna cover for me.
- Nice!
- Mm-hmm.
So you actually gonna try to get that
wick slick with Sam tonight or what?
- Dude.
- What?
I'm sorry, mister love sick
stereotypical best friend role.
- As a matter of a fact,
I'm working on a plan
to talk to her tonight.
- It's easy.
You're gonna walk up to her,
and you're gonna say, Sam.
Do you wanna fuck like
jackrabbits tonight or what?
- I think it takes a little
bit more finesse than that.
- Nah, dude.
I can do it for ya.
Like hell you will!
- No, seriously, I can
just walk right up to her
and just be like, hey Sammy girl.
Tristan here, he's so just
lovesick and broken over you,
and all he wants to do is slide
that ballot into your box.
Please, please, please do us a favor
and screw this poor boy before
he gives us 13 reasons why.
- You know what, pick up your damn bag.
- (laughing) Oh, I'm just
trying to help you, man.
- I don't really need your help.
I've got a plan.
- Oh, you've got a plan?
- Yeah.
- Roofies aren't a plan, bro.
Those are illegal.
- Yeah, whatever.
(Brody laughs)
Hey, I gotta get going.
I've got shit to do--
- Oh yeah, I'm sure you do.
- Uh-huh.
- All right, peace.
Boom!
- See ya.
- [Brody] See ya, bitch.
- Hey, cutie!
What are you to?
- Nothing, just working on my bike.
- Well have fun, but be careful.
- See ya.
- See ya.
Mom?
Evan?
Hello?
Danielle?
Danielle, took your mom to
get some things for the house.
Said she needed the fresh air.
Be back later.
Love you, Evan.
Okay?
(thumping)
Sam?
Sammy?
(sighs) Listen, I really
need to talk to you
about the last couple of days
and the way I've been acting.
Sam, listen I really
need to apologize to you
about the other day.
You know when Matt left it
put me in a really bad place,
and seeing him after all this
time just took me right back,
and I took it out on you.
And you didn't deserve it, Sam.
You didn't deserve any of it.
I can never tell you how sorry I am, Sam.
You think you can forgive me?
Sam?
(suspenseful music)
(door creaking)
What the hell?
Sam, I know you're in here.
I heard you.
(laughs) Seriously?
You've gotta try a little harder
if you wanna scare me.
(screams)
(Danielle screaming)
(Danielle crying)
(Danielle screaming)
Somebody help me!
(crying)
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
(squishing)
(Danielle gasping)
(Danielle crying)
Please?
I don't wanna die.
What do you want?
Don't touch her!
Stay away from my sister!
(crying)
No, no!
(engine revving)
No! (screaming)
(knife squishing)
(Danielle crying)
- Hey girl, what's up?
- [Tess] I'm still helping Mom out.
She needed me to help
her with some housework.
What about you?
- I'm just headed to this party.
I was trying to call Danielle
and let her know where I was,
but she's still not answering my calls.
I'm starting to think I
shouldn't go to this thing.
- [Tess] Oh no you don't.
You're already on your way.
Trust me, Danielle will get over
whatever shitty attitude she is in.
You need this.
Besides, I don't wanna be stuck in
keep-Brody-from-being-an-ass
role all by myself.
- Speaking of, when's everyone
showing up to this thing?
- Well, Zeke and Jenna are
apparently already there.
I talked to them earlier.
I have no idea where Tristan is.
Brody said he'll be
leaving the drive-in soon,
and I should just be a
little longer with Mom,
then I'll be there.
- Great.
- Just relax, I'll be there soon enough,
and we can get our freak on.
Cool?
- Cool.
Just hurry up.
- Working on it.
(phone clicks)
(dramatic music)
- Hmm?
(chuckling)
(knocking)
What?
- Really?
- What?
- It's nice that you're so relaxed.
- It is, isn't it?
- This is our busiest night.
You think you could take
this a little more serious?
- Listen, as soon as the movie
is over, I'm gone, remember?
That was the original agreement.
So, why don't you just calm down?
I have literally, I don't
know, 32 minutes until I bolt?
So just calm your tits.
- This place is a mess, Brody.
I want it clean before you bolt.
- That's a negative, breaker breaker.
- Excuse me?
- Listen, we both know that
this is a shit show of a job, okay?
So come down this authoritarian
vibe thing you got going on.
- Okay, you listen to this.
I don't know what creepy ass little soiree
you're planning on going to,
for all I care you can drink and screw
until your heart explodes.
- Oh, thank you, hon.
- But for now, while you're on the clock,
you do what I pay you to do.
So, that means get this place spotless
before you shuffle your
lazy ass outta here.
You get me?
- (pops lips) Last I checked,
it was Max that signed
the checks, not you.
So why don't you, again, calm your tits.
- You better learn to
watch your goddamn mouth.
- (gags) Is it that time of the mouth?
(Karen groans)
Uppity fucking cunt.
Cunt with a capital K.
K for Karen.
(knocking)
What?
Karen!
Jesus Christ.
(ominous music)
(knocking)
(knocking)
Are you the one knocking on this door?
- The screen is kinda fuzzy.
- Kid, (clears throat) fuck off.
I fucking hate this job.
(intense music)
(sighs)
(grunting)
(muffled conversation)
Fuck this movie.
(Brody gasping)
(Brody yelling)
(Brody coughing)
Fucking hell!
(Brody yelling)
(gasping)
Oh!
(coughing)
(knife squelching)
(foreboding music)
(chatter over radio)
- [Matt] Where is she?
- She's not here.
She's on her way down to the hospital.
She's lost a lot of blood.
I don't think she's gonna make it.
You don't wanna go down there.
It's fine.
All right, go ahead.
(distorted music)
- I'm surprised her intestines
didn't fall out on the floor.
- Ma'am, do you at least
remember what time you got home?
- Tammy?
It's me, Matt.
What happened here?
- My baby.
My baby girl.
- I'm so sorry, Tammy.
But what happened?
Where were you, where was Evan?
- Evan left for a while.
- What do you mean?
- I had to get cleaning supplies.
He said he had to go to the
office for work reasons.
We were only supposed to
be gone a few minutes.
I should have been here.
I never should have left.
- Where's Sammy?
- I think she's with Sean.
She needs to know.
She needs to be told.
- Tammy, Sean's dead.
He's been dead for over a year.
You knew that.
- Did I?
- Tammy, I need you to focus.
Where's Sammy?
- Why?
Why my baby?
Why, Matthew?
(sobbing)
- Tammy, where's Sam?
(dance music)
- There she is.
- Hey.
- Hey!
- What's up?
- So, where's our host?
- Tara?
- Yeah.
- I dunno, kinda figured she'd
be strutting it up in here.
- No, no, give it some time.
Look, I predict she's gonna be butt naked
being Chinese finger
cuffed by two random dudes
before the night's over.
- That's so fucking gross, Zeke.
- It's true, it's Tara.
- You never know.
- Still think this is a bad idea.
- Hey!
Oh, what took y'all so long?
- Actually, my mother let me bail early,
but I didn't get my stuff.
- Moving that stupid furniture around?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah,
I just had something going on.
- Yeah.
- Well,
I've already had three beers
and I'm feeling pretty good.
So both of you need to catch up.
- Oh, fucking A we do, yeah.
Where's the beer?
Over here, okay.
(dance music)
(laughing)
- I gotta pee.
- Hey wait, do you need help with that?
- Yeah, go and help her take a piss, bro.
- Yeah, you might need to wipe for her.
- Ooh.
- Whoa.
- Don't listen to these
miscreants, Tristan.
I, for one, think it was a sweet gesture.
- Wow, miscreants, huh?
Can you even spell that, Miss Willis?
- Yeah!
Actually yeah, I can.
It's spelled F-U-C-K O-F-F.
Oh, and I can even sign it.
- Fuck off, fuck off.
- Come on, Tristan, come help me wipe.
(giggles)
(phone vibrating)
- Ooh, there's my lover boy.
(water splashing)
- Boo!
- Hey you.
- Hey.
Hey look, I'm sorry about
face raping you back there.
I just get tired of them making fun
of you all the time, you know?
- Oh yeah, trust me, I know.
- Well.
- Hey,
I actually wanna talk to you about that.
- What?
- We're best friends, right?
- Yeah.
- Well,
ever since Sean died I
really haven't had a chance
to tell you, or I didn't
know how to approach it.
- Approach what?
- That kiss back there, Sam?
That wasn't horsing around.
I know the difference.
- Tristan, that--
- Just hold on.
You are my best friend.
You know I'd be there for
you in a heartbeat, right?
I mean why don't we just
take it to the next level?
I mean I know I'm not
prime dating material,
but I think we can work this out.
- Tristan, your great, I'm not ready.
It's just not like--
- Yeah, yeah.
It's not you, it's me, right?
- No!
Tristan, it's not like that.
- Whatever, forget it.
- [Samantha] Tristan!
(metal clanking)
- Hey hot mama.
Where'd lover boy go?
- Away.
I really think I messed him up this time.
- Well, Sam, Tristan is a big boy.
He'll get over it, okay.
But I just got a text from Brody,
and apparently his car isn't starting,
so I have to go pick him up.
So I'll be right back.
- No!
Tess, no, please don't.
Come on, I wanna talk to you right now.
- I know, I know.
Just 15 minutes.
15 minutes, I'll be right back
and we can do this, okay?
15 minutes.
- 15?
- 15.
- You sure?
You promise.
- Yeah, 15.
- 15!
- Fine!
- Hurry, hurry!
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Give me the keys.
- What?
- Give me the keys.
- What for?
- It's getting kind of hot
out here and I'm feeling not hot.
Just let me freshen up.
- Babe,
it's not that big of a deal.
- I know you don't think it is,
but I do, and that's what's important.
- Nuh-uh.
All right, go.
- Thank you.
("Wildcard" by Mickey Valen)
You're like a gamble
I pay the price
Thought I could handle
Something undefined
Give me a reason
To raise the stakes
'Cause I can't walk away
You keep taking the upper hand
And you're leaving me exposed
I don't think I stand a chance
When your feelings never show
Your love is a wildcard
(upbeat music)
(Zeke panting)
- I found it, awesome.
Hey, hey, you all right in there, babe?
You better not be sleeping.
You did not tell me you were
coming out here to take a nap.
(mumbles)
(coughing)
You know what?
I gotta give it to Tara.
This party is not that bad.
I just feel gross just saying
that out loud, you know?
Here's what I can't figure out,
is how the hell are you doing your makeup
in the car in the dark?
You keep taking the upperhand
And you're leaving me exposed
- Hey, you.
(laughing)
Come on, wake up.
(eerie tones)
(Zeke gasps)
Jenna!
No, no, no, no, no.
(Zeke sobbing)
Help, help!
(scuffling)
(muffled crying)
(coughing)
(squishing)
(blood dripping)
(gasping)
(woman screaming)
- Help!
(girls screaming)
- Sorry.
- Jenna?
Jenna, Jenna!
(screams)
(yelps)
(engine sputtering)
Fuck!
(hyperventilating)
(ax thudding)
Shit.
(handle clacking)
(glass shattering)
(Samantha screaming)
(car horn honks)
(glass clatters)
(eerie music)
(lock clicking)
(dial tone)
- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?
- This is Samantha Willis.
(dial tone)
Samantha, hello?
Hello?
Shit.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
- Sam?
- Matt.
Oh my god.
He's out there.
He killed Zeke and Jenna.
- All right, where's he at?
- I don't know.
I think he cut the phone lines.
- Stay away from Sam!
- Evan, what are you doing here?
- Okay, leave her alone, Matt.
- [Matt] Put it down, Evan.
- Fuck you!
Put yours down first.
- I'm not gonna tell you again.
Don't make me do this, Evan.
- Don't you fucking get it, Sam?
He's the fucking killer.
He fucking killed your friends.
He fucking, he fucking killed Dani.
- Danielle.
- Don't try to pin this--
- [Evan] No, fucking admit it!
Ad-fucking-mit it!
- Back off!
Don't even try to pin this on me.
You were the last one to see her alive.
Why'd you flee the scene, Evan?
(Samantha crying)
Don't you understand?
That's why I'm here.
I heard what was going down tonight,
and came to make sure you were all--
- Fuck you, fucking liar!
You're fucking full of shit.
None of this happened
until you showed back up.
- Don't.
- Why'd you fucking kill her?
Huh?
Why'd you fucking kill her?
- I didn't, you piece of
shit, and you know it.
I talked to Tammy.
You left her alone for an hour, Evan.
How'd you know Sam was gonna be here?
- Fuck you!
None of this shit happened until
you fucking showed back up.
You fucking disappeared for a year?
None of the shit's a fucking coincidence.
- I didn't kill Dani.
- I'm gonna fucking kill you.
(gun cocks)
(gunshots popping)
- No!
No.
(handcuffs clicking)
- Sam, you all right?
Come on.
- Don't come closer.
- Sam, calm down.
Listen to me.
- How did you know where I was, Matt?
- [Matt] Listen to me.
- Where are the rest of the police?
Where is the Sheriff?
- Listen, department's
spread paper thin tonight,
because of your sister and
the death at the drive-in.
I think it was one of your friends.
I came to make sure you were okay.
I need you to calm down and listen to me.
- Matt watch out!
Matt!
(suspenseful music)
What do you want?
- Just you.
- Tess?
- Peek-a-boo.
Aw, what's wrong Sammy?
At a loss for words?
Here, let me help you.
What, why, how?
(sighs) Am I right?
- You killed them?
- Ah, yeah I did.
- [Samantha] Why?
- That's a long, long story, puppy.
- [Samantha] I don't understand.
They were your friends.
We were your friends.
- Hmm, no you were my friend.
The others were just pawns.
They always were.
- I don't--
- You don't what?
Understand?
I mean, I don't blame you.
It's not like you ever paid
any attention to details.
I mean all the times I
tried to give you hints,
all the times I tried to
explain things to you,
but you were just too
goddamn oblivious to them.
Even while you were
dating my brother, Sean.
So I had to get rid of him.
Wait, you really thought Sean drowned?
(laughs) No.
- You killed Sean?
You killed your own brother?
- You're goddamn right I did.
- [Samantha] Why, Tess?
- Isn't it obvious, Sammy?
Because you're here.
Because I love you.
Ever since I've met you,
everything I've done has been for you.
And then you started dating my brother,
and let's face it, we had our
fair share of sibling rivalry.
But I couldn't fucking deal with the fact
that he took you away from me.
But, you looked happy.
And after I felt that one
out in my head for a while,
I thought fuck it.
You know, that's what you
do when you love someone,
you put aside all your selfish feelings
and just be happy for that person, right?
So I tried moving on
and started dating Brody
for a little while.
And I thought focusing on someone else
would have made not having
you to myself more bearable.
Hey, it worked, for like a minute.
But then I found something out.
There are things about my
brother that not even you knew.
So I'm out here, as I
am to do ever so often,
and what do I see?
My brother and Monica
getting rather intimate
with each other.
- You killed my sister, you stupid bitch.
- Now now, Sammy.
That is not a very nice
thing to say to me.
I mean after everything
I've been through for you.
Stop shaking.
I mean seriously, Sammy!
After everything I have
been through for you!
And you're gonna act like this.
- You're a fucking psychopath.
You've murdered people, Tess.
You're a goddamn murderer.
What, did you think I
was just gonna sit here
and act like everything
was not completely fucked?
- Is it naive of me to say yes?
- Fuck you.
- Okay.
Don't, Tess.
- Come here.
- Hey now.
- All right.
Hello mister law man.
You're pretty handsome.
- Tess, leave him alone!
- I can kinda see why Dani
was keeping you around.
If it wasn't for Sammy over here,
I would have a go at you myself.
- Are you gonna kill me or fuck me?
'Cause I'm getting some
mixed signals right now.
(Tess laughing)
- Oh, a feisty one, huh?
- No!
- See what you made me do, Sam?
(intense music)
Look at you.
(knife thudding)
(Tess exclaiming)
(Samantha crying)
(suspenseful music)
Aw, where are you going, sweetness?
I'll get you.
(Samantha grunting)
Sammy?
You know, I love ya, I do.
But, I'm kind of starting to feel like
you don't feel the same way.
And I mean, that would kinda suck,
because you know I have
been through a lot for ya.
You know?
I mean, I would hate to kill ya.
(eerie music)
Hey, puppy, come here.
(Samantha grunting)
Come here!
Ow!
Goddamn it!
(yelling)
- No.
- Come here.
- Oh.
- Come here, Sammy.
(Samantha groaning)
I wouldn't have to hurt you
if you would stop fighting me, Jesus!
So what's it gonna be, Sammy, huh?
Huh, I can end this now.
We can mend your wounds,
we can move on together.
Huh, just those three little words.
I, love--
- Go fuck yourself!
- Okay, all right.
All right, I would have
done anything for you.
- Then give me the people I love back!
- No, but I can send you to meet them.
(gunshot resounding)
(Samantha panting)
Oh Jesus fucking Christ,
was there a mass message
sent out to everyone to save Sammy here?
God, I thought you ran away
with the rest of the cattle.
- Listen, I've had one
shitfuck of a night.
I got a migraine the size of Texas,
and there are dead bodies everywhere.
So I'd really appreciate it
if you'd just tell me
what the fuck is going on?
- Tristan, it's her!
Tess killed everyone!
- Okay, I did not kill everyone, okay?
Evan's not on me.
That was deputy dipshit in there.
- What about Matt?
And Zeke and Jenna?
- Okay, you got me there.
Okay, Trist, I'm gonna
make a deal with ya.
All right?
- What?
Is this the part of the movie
where you're gonna say,
"Oh, I'll kill you quick and painless?"
- Ew, cute, no.
No see I haven't tried
to kill you, have I?
Could have, but I didn't.
You know, I thought Sammy
isn't really seeing things
how I thought she was gonna see,
and it's kinda ungrateful.
So how about this, I kill
her and you let me walk?
- You know, I'm not really seeing
the upside to this deal, Tess.
- Well for fuck's sake, you should.
I mean I killed everyone
that has ever given me grief.
You know, kind of a
scumbag and everything.
You know, I mean hell, Sammy
over here broken your heart
so many times I can't even count.
You know, just keeping you around
just to knock you back down
like you weren't anything.
- Well, she's right, Sam.
She hasn't tried to kill me yet.
- Tristan, please.
(gun clicks)
(dramatic music)
(groaning)
(yells)
(girls yelling)
(Tristan groaning)
(girls shouting)
- Oh what are the odds of that, huh?
A fucking misfire.
- Tess!
(gunshots popping)
(water splashing)
(gun clattering)
- Hey!
It's okay.
It's okay.
(melancholy music)
(people chattering)
- You kids all right?
- Yeah, how's Evan.
- He's lost a lot of blood,
but I think he's gonna make it.
He's on his way to the hospital right now.
- What about Matt?
- Did you find her?
- Tess?
No, not yet.
It's a big lake.
We're gonna start dragging the bottom,
but it's gonna take a while.
Parts of that lake are
several hundred meters deep.
Don't worry, we're gonna find her.
- Tell me I killed her, Sheriff.
Just tell me this is over.
- Well three rounds straight to the chest?
I don't know a man alive that
can survive that, or woman.
(radio chattering)
- Tristan, you saved my life.
- I'm pretty sure it was
the other way around,
but you can tell everybody
that's how it went down.
(both chuckling)
What was that for?
- For everything, and I love you.
- It's about damn time.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(energetic music)
(eerie music)
(ominous tones)
(foreboding music)
(pop music)
- All right, bitches, listen up!
School is officially over!
(kids cheering)
Here's to endless parties on the lake
and staying fucking blitzed all summer.
- [Crowd] Yeah!
- And then getting the hell
out of this shitty ass town
and never looking back!
(kids cheering)
Hi.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey.
Hm, could you get me another beer, please?
- Just take that.
- No, I don't want that.
Will you just get me another drink?
A beer, anything?
- All right, hold on.
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- That was fucking epic.
- Best party ever.
- Seriously, Monica, how
did you convince your dad
to let you throw this party?
- Convince?
Tara, sweetie, dad's in
Tripoli Falls the next few days
with some therapist he thinks
no one knows he's banging.
- So he just like let you live alone?
- Let me?
It's 2017, Claire.
I am obviously a respectable
and responsible woman.
(clattering)
Hey, don't touch my shit, asshole!
(crowd cheering)
I'm going upstairs.
My makeup is starting to run.
- We'll come with.
- No, you both stay back
and clean up that mess.
- Okay.
- And see his clumsy ass
out of my house.
(cosmetics clacking)
(gasps)
Fucking Christ, Josh!
- (laughs) Sorry, babe, I couldn't resist.
- Shouldn't you be somewhere
drinking with your jock friends
instead of hiding out in my closet?
- You're hilarious.
Wow.
And why haven't seen you in these before?
- Because you're usually more concerned
with what's under my clothes.
- Speaking about that.
- It's probably not a good time
considering all the
people we have downstairs.
- Come on, just a quickie.
- That's a good one.
It's always a quickie with you.
(kisses smacking)
Wait.
- What?
- I need a beer first.
- You're fucking kidding me?
- A beer, from downstairs.
- Right now?
- Did I stutter?
- (scoffs) Fuck.
- That's a good boy.
- Woof.
(dance music)
(Monica screaming)
(blows thudding)
(Monica screaming)
(pop music)
(kids laughing)
(door clicking)
- Better be fucking worth it, babe.
Monica?
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
(ominous music)
- Hey Sam?
- Hey.
What's up?
- What time are you planning
on to get home tonight?
- I'm only working a half
day at the marina, why?
- Mom said she needs
you to pick up her meds.
- Can't you or Evan do it?
- Just do it, Sam, please?
I already have way too
much running around to do.
And besides, Mom wellbeing
isn't Evan's responsibility.
It's ours.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
(engine turning over)
(energetic music)
Hey, Tess.
- [Tess] Hey, girl.
Where you be?
- Oh, I'm just going into work.
What about you?
- Trying to convince myself
to do something other
than lay on my lazy ass.
- Shut up.
- Seriously, come get me.
I'm bored.
- Yeah.
Yeah, just give me a few.
Yeah, yeah just give me a few.
(screaming)
Brody, what the fuck!
- [Tess] Sam?
Sam?
- Hey!
Fucking Brody almost ran me
off the fucking road, Tess.
- [Tess] Oh shit!
Are you okay?
- No, I'm fine.
It's just I don't know
what his problem is.
(sirens whooping)
Shit.
- What?
- Hey, I gotta call you back.
(knocking on car door)
Yeah, I'm sorry, Officer.
I'm looking for my license, okay?
- [Matt] Yeah, I think I
know who you are, half-pint.
- Matt?
(Matt laughs)
Matt, it is you!
- Hey you.
- Oh my god.
Matt, it's been like--
- Almost a year, yeah.
- Where on Earth did you go?
- I had some things I had to take care of.
But I needed a break from
this place for a bit.
- Break?
Wow, does my sister know you're back?
- Danni?
No, kind of like to keep it that way
for a little bit, if you don't mind.
- Yeah.
- I'll get around to it,
but I just need to take some time.
- Yeah, I understand.
- How is she doing?
- Danielle?
She's doing good, considering.
You know, Matt, after you left,
a lot of things happened.
- Yeah, I heard about your boyfriend Sean.
It was a boating accident?
- Yeah, he was on the water late at night.
I mean he did that all the time,
but they said that he went over
and probably hit his head on something.
- That's awful, Sam, I'm so sorry.
How you coping?
- It was rough the first
six or seven month,
but I mean I'm doing all right.
- How's your mom doing?
- (scoffs) Still Mom.
(both chuckle)
- That good, huh?
- Yeah.
- God I haven't seen your mom in ages.
I'll have to stop by
the house at some point.
Unless that's not a good idea?
- Matt, like I said, whenever
you left a lot changed.
Danielle, she's kind
of seeing someone now.
- Okay?
- And he stays at the house.
- Ah.
- He's really sweet, though.
Evan, Evan Connors?
(Matt laughs)
You know him?
- Yeah, I know him.
All right, I'm glad she's happy.
She deserves it.
You look like you're doing good.
- Yeah, I'm working at
the docks over the summer.
So yeah.
- That's great, great.
Hey listen, I gotta go.
Apparently some craziness
happened out at the Prewitt house,
so I need to get down
there and see what's up.
- Monica Prewitt?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- Dunno yet.
- Oh, (sighs) yeah, no I'm sorry.
You should go, I don't
wanna keep you waiting.
- All right, later.
Take it slower next time.
Just because you're like a sister to me
doesn't mean I won't
lock your scrawny ass up.
(Sam laughs)
- Yeah, yeah, all right.
Be safe.
- You bet.
(people chattering)
- Thanks for picking me up again.
- Yeah, sorry I was late.
I ran into Matt.
- Oh yeah?
Anything interesting to say?
- He just told me he was sorry about Sean
and asked me about Danielle.
- Oh no, didn't Matt know about her?
(alternative pop music)
- So, Brody came over last night.
- So I see.
- Uh-oh, really?
Oh, I totally thought I
covered it up with concealer.
I look so trashy.
- You were saying about Brody?
- Oh, right.
After a little bump and
grind, we started to talk.
- About?
- So, he brought up Tristan
and his unhealthy obsession with you.
- And?
- And it had me thinking
about you and Sean, okay?
I know you loved my brother, we all did,
but I think it's time that
maybe you should start
progressing forward a little bit,
maybe realizing that
there are others out there
that wouldn't think it's the worst thing
in the world to be with you.
- Wow, thanks, Tess.
You trying to pimp me out, now?
- No, I'm not talking about Tristan, okay?
There are others out there.
- Thanks, Tess.
- I'm just worried that you're gonna let
some great things slip
through your fingers.
- [Samantha] I'll be fine.
(sighs) It's just, I'm not
ready for this part of my life
to move forward yet, you know?
- Well, when you are, I'll be right here
to help and glide your right through it.
- Time to go to work.
(both groan)
(giggling)
- Do it proud!
(man taunting)
- I will fucking kill you.
Hello lovely ladies.
- Tristan.
- Well, since this weekend is going to
be fucking retardedly
packed at the drive-in,
I hired young Tristan
here to be my little bitch
for the next couple days.
You know, gotta get the
lot clean for the masses.
What are you guys doing today?
- Working, sadly.
- Oo, oo, oo, why don't
you join the cohorts here
and we'll paint this fucking lake red?
- I think I'll pass.
You guys go have fun,
but hit me up later and
we'll go get some grub.
- Word.
- I can't take you anywhere.
- No.
(Tess giggles)
- Tacos later?
- Yeah.
- Cool, it's a date.
(ominous music)
- To be honest with you, I
don't really keep up with her.
- Do you know her?
Were you guys close?
- Not at all.
- What about this guy?
Why the fuck's he so nervous?
- He's not.
- He's sick.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- He has the flu.
- I didn't ask you.
- Was I stuttering?
- What the fuck
was up with that?
- I don't know.
- Hey guys.
- That's crazy.
- That cop just checked her out.
- What was that about?
- Holy shit kicks.
That dude was asking if
we knew anything about Monica Prewitt.
Yeah, apparently (clicks tongue)
she bit the dust last night.
- What?
- Yeah.
- How?
- This dude said that
she was found last night
during that huge party
that she was throwing.
Apparently someone killed
her and no one saw him.
- [Samantha] What, that is insane!
- Kind of wish we'd went
to that party last night.
Would have been epic as fuck.
- Brody!
- Relax.
- Morbid much?
- Eh.
- I mean, I guess it's sad.
Monica wasn't winning any
good Sarmatian awards anytime soon.
- Damn straight, bitch was terrible.
I mean it's not much of a stretch
to think that someone would off her.
- She torture you in school, too?
(Brody laughing)
- Oh my god.
- Did she torture her?
- Yeah.
She was the one that tried to prevent me
from joining the cheerleading squad.
I believe her exact words were,
"Maybe you'd have a better chance
"at joining a special needs squad."
Bitch was cold blooded.
- No yeah, I can't even count on my hands
how many times she's come up to me,
asking me for some new pharmaceuticals.
- Oh.
- I guess it's what
Matt was talking about this morning
when he said something
went down at Monica's.
- Hmm, she probably just
pissed off the wrong person.
I mean shit, it could have been anybody.
Even that fucking bimbo she
keeps hanging around with.
- (smacks lips) The usual suspects?
- Nice.
- Oh, where is that fucking food?
Food!
(upbeat music)
- All right, dudes.
As much as I'd love to sit around
and debate the unfortunate demise
of our illustrious ex-Prom Queen,
Zeke boy here is starving.
So, hey driver, can we
talk about this on the go?
- Yes, viva la beanersville, please.
- Oh my god, Brody.
- See,
and we always got there.
- Oh my god, Tess.
Take that little booger out of your nose.
- What?
(foreboding music)
(warped twangy music)
- Did you wash your hands?
- Shh, no.
- That's just disgusting.
- That's a waste of water.
- So who would hate Monica
enough to do that anyway?
Really?
- Yeah.
- Sweetness, Monica was the antichrist.
Did she deserve to die?
That's a matter of opinion.
- Sophomore year she taped the word cunt
on my shower locker in tampons.
- If only you could have crushed
her mentally or something,
Maybe light her up all
torch style, like in Carrie.
Like this, see?
- You know what?
Maybe you should just take a break
with that for a minute.
- You know, she came to
the docks all the time
and she always brought attitude,
but it was nothing more than all the other
uppity Daddy's girls here, so.
- Let's face it, she
passed life expectancy
way before she graduated high school.
I mean she did pill poppers
on a whole other level,
and on top of being Queen
Bitch, she had it coming.
- Yeah, I guess.
So does the officer have have any leads
on who might have done it?
- Yes, they do.
They think it might be the butler
with a silver dildo and they just punched
the shit out of her with it.
- So nothing concrete,
from the sounds of it.
- No, here's what I'm
saying, whoever did it
had a (ambient noise drowns out speech),
I mean to pull it off like
that at Monica's party,
that right there is some
Mission Impossible shit.
- Which means they're still out there.
- Oh, I wonder if they're taking requests.
I have a list of people who
I'd love to see disappear.
- [Jenna] I second that.
- No, it'll be a one and done deal.
Some kid is gonna get scared and butt hurt
and confess to the murder.
It's what happens, all the time.
- Mm?
- Yeah.
(piano music)
(people chattering)
(intense music)
(gravel crunching)
(Brody mumbling)
- See you guys!
- Well, here we are.
- Thanks for the ride.
- Yeah, anytime.
- Well, see ya later.
- Yeah.
Hey, Sam?
- Yeah?
- (Sighs) Nothing, just forget about it.
- Okay, drive safe.
- Yeah.
(eerie music)
(water sloshing)
- Josh?
- Oh, Sammy.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
Hey, do you wanna drink?
- No, I'm fine.
- You sure?
- Come on, let's get you up.
- Hey, amen to that.
Thanks a lot.
(grunting)
- Here you go.
Josh, you know you're not supposed
to be out here when the
docks are closed, right?
- I don't give a fuck.
- I heard about Monica.
I'm really sorry.
- Yeah.
Fucking cops questioned me
for like four goddamn hours.
I kept telling 'em I have
no idea what happened,
but they just kept looking at me
like I was the one who wasted her.
- I won't tell anyone
that I saw you out here
as long as you promise to
stay away from the edge, deal?
(Josh laughs)
Is there anything I can do for you?
- You know, you're a really pretty thing.
Has anybody ever told you that?
- Get your hand off me, Josh.
- What?
I'm just holding it.
What, is that a crime?
You asked me if I needed anything.
Maybe I need to be comforted.
- Get your hand off me, Josh.
- Why, come on.
Come on.
(Samantha sighs)
- Sorry, big guy.
(Josh grunts)
(Josh groaning)
- [Josh] Oh you fucking bitch.
(groaning)
Sammy?
Sammy!
(eerie music)
(blow thudding)
Fuck.
What in the hell is going on, man?
Where the fuck am I?
(suspenseful music)
Who the hell are you?
What the fuck is going on?
And why am I tied?
What the fuck?
I'm gonna fucking kill you
when I get out of here.
(Josh grunting)
I'm gonna fucking kill you, man.
(water splashing)
(choking)
(door creaking)
(keys jangling)
- Jesus Christ, Mom.
- Did you get my medicine?
- Yes, it's over there on the table.
(bag crinkling)
How do you feel?
- I'm great.
Don't I look great?
I think I look great.
- Mom, you look great.
- Thank you, sweetie.
Did you have fun at the dance tonight?
- Yeah.
- Did Sean take you in his truck?
- No.
- Well he is a good kid, Sam.
You two are a good fit for each other.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Don't stay up too late tonight.
And no candy.
You always get such tummy
troubles when you eat sweets late.
- Mom, I won't.
- Okay.
Goodnight, sweetie.
- Goodnight, Mom.
- I love you so much.
- You, too.
(sighs)
- Hey, what's going on, kid?
- Hey, Evan.
How is she?
- Ah, she's good.
Just had a long day, but she'll live.
Are you okay?
- Found out one of my classmates
was murdered last night.
- I heard about that.
Some, Monica?
- I mean we weren't besties,
I didn't know her that well.
How'd you know?
- Goddam, it's been all over the news.
It's still pretty crazy, though.
I'm here to talk if you need me.
- No, I'm good.
It's just a shock, you know?
Speaking of shock, what's wrong with Mom?
She was being all creepy
in the kitchen just now.
- Yeah, she's been a little,
one of those weirder days.
I'm sure she's just in a funk.
- Well, I brought her prescription home.
- Thanks.
- I think I'm gonna crash.
- Really it's like, what is it?
It's like 11:30, don't you
have a party to go to or?
- (scoffs) No, after what
happened at Monica's party,
I think I'm good.
- Good point.
Everything good?
- Oh yeah, yeah.
Everything's fine.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(melancholy music)
- Night, babe.
(glass breaking)
(sighing)
- Sam, that's gross.
Get a glass.
- Hey, you didn't happen to go
in my room last night, did you?
- Why would I need to go into your room?
- I don't know.
That's why I ask.
When I woke up earlier,
mine and Sean's picture frame was busted,
and it wasn't like that
when I went to bed,
so I just kinda figured someone came in
and accidentally knocked it off.
- Not me.
I mean if I wanted to borrow some
of your white trash pop music, then maybe.
But until then, I don't see
a reason to go in your room.
(Sam laughs mockingly)
I don't know, kiddo.
I mean maybe Mom went
in there for something.
She's been kind of out of it lately.
- Yeah, maybe.
(knocking)
I'll get it.
- Okay.
- Ha!
Caught you.
- Go get the door, brat.
(knocking)
- Matt?
Hey, everything okay?
What are you doing here?
- Yeah, not really.
I think you and me need to talk.
- Hey, Sam, who's at the, door?
(door creaking)
Matt?
- (sighs) Hey, Dani.
- What's going on?
Sam?
- Listen,
I hate to bother you girls
this early in the morning,
but there's a situation down at the docks.
- What type of situation?
- We found a body at the
landing platform at the docks.
A Josh Kirby?
- (exhales sharply) What?
- It's not so good.
We pulled the footage from
the parking lot cameras,
it shows you being the
last one around the area
around the same time they
think Josh may had died.
- How, I mean why do you
guys want to talk to me?
Am I in trouble or something?
- Is she in trouble, officer?
- No, it's standard procedure, Dani.
You know that.
Sam, I just need you to
come down to the station
and answer a few questions, that's all.
- Look, unless you intend to arrest her,
I suggest you leave,
and you don't come back
until you have a signed
warrant from a judge.
- Danielle, look, it's okay.
I'll go, okay?
- Why am I the only one
surprised to see him?
You knew he was back
and you didn't tell me.
- I--
- Do whatever you want.
Just don't call me to come get you.
(birds twittering)
- Come on, Sam.
- Let me go get changed.
I'll be right back.
- Here you go.
- Thanks, Matt.
- Well, (sighs) so let's start
from the beginning, okay?
- All right, well we had
just gotten done eating
and Tristan dropped me off at my car.
- Tristan Palmer, right?
- Yeah.
And that's when I heard a
noise over by the boats,
and I knew since the docks close at 8:00
that there shouldn't be anyone out there,
so I went and looked.
- And that's when you saw Josh?
- Yeah, he was drunk and
seemed pretty torn up.
I mean I was guessing it
was because of Monica.
- Sure, okay.
What happened next?
- Well he was on the ground,
so I told him that he needed to leave
and I helped him up.
But that's when he started
getting touchy-feely with me,
so I pacified him.
- Pacified?
- [Samantha] I kneed the
shit out of his balls.
- And what next?
- I left.
I swear to god, Matt,
Josh was alive when I last saw him.
- And there's nobody else
that would have seen you?
Maybe vouch for you?
- No, not that I saw.
Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
What happened to Josh?
(ominous music)
(chair scraping)
What happened?
- Don't know.
At first glance, it seems as if Josh may
have had a motive to kill
Monica, felt guilty about it,
decided to go with slicing the wrists,
paints the guilty on his forehead,
and cut his wrists.
- At first glance?
- Well first of all,
there's burn marks, bruising
around the throat, rope burn.
Sheriff thinks he may have
tried to hang himself,
failed, and then went
with cutting the wrists.
- And number two?
- Number two being it's a little difficult
to cut both your wrists,
then to write guilty
on your forehead without a
mirror while bleeding out.
Just seems a little thin to me.
- So you don't think
it's a murder-suicide?
- I think this is a little too clean.
Now the Sheriff is okay
with that explanation,
but I'm not so easily convinced.
(Samantha sighs)
You good?
- Yeah, I just need a second.
Hey, I'm sorry about
Danielle this morning.
- Nah, that's not your problem, kiddo.
- She's pissed I didn't tell
her you were in town earlier.
She not gonna forgive me for this one.
- Well listen, I know Dani can
hold a grudge like no other,
but you're family, Sam.
You'll be all right.
- Yeah but still, I
mean, she hates me now.
- You'll be fine.
- Is there anything else you need?
- That should be good.
Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You need a ride home?
- No, I'm gonna call someone.
- Hey.
- What?
- You watch your ass out there, all right?
(video game guns firing)
- Dude, Tristan, (mumbles).
- That's kind of rude, you stupid dick.
- Yeah, that's fucking rude.
Zeke, how is the scooby
dooby coming along?
- Chill out, all right?
Just chill out, man.
- I'm chill, Kim Jong-Crunk.
- First of all, it's Kim Jong-Un,
and second I'm Cambodian, you racist fuck.
- That's like the same difference.
(Tristan mumbling)
- Oh, back sass.
Well that's a new one.
Tell us, what's wrong, honey?
Did Sammy girl not give you
any nook-nook last night?
- Really?
You fucking told him?
- Sorry, man, it's like bro code.
- Right.
- Honestly, Tristan.
Let's talk about this for a moment.
You don't find it weird or odd
or even in bad taste to go
after a fallen comrade's girl?
- This isn't like that.
- It's not like that.
All right, then what's it like, Tristan?
- Why do you guys fucking care anyway?
- We don't care.
Don't think we care.
We just love pestering
the living shit outta you.
Now Sam is hot and severely bangable,
in that quirky, John Hughes way.
But you've been pining over this girl,
for years man.
Like even when she was with Sean,
you were still after her.
If it wasn't for the
entertainment value alone,
we would have put a stop to it.
- Blow me.
- Seriously, Tris, look.
What is it about Sam that turns you
into such a dripping pair of panties.
- You guys don't understand.
- Oh, god, try us.
- Sam's not like any
other girl I've ever met.
- You have met any other kind of girl.
You've been in Geneva,
Ohio this whole time.
- Tess is from Geneva, dipshit.
- Well that's a fair point.
- Can I continue or what?
Just something about Sam is just perfect.
You know she's gorgeous,
intelligent, funny.
- Oh god, I'm sorry.
Please continue with
your gay ass ramblings.
- Forget it.
- Fine, look,
you were just jonesing majorly over Sam
and so, why haven't you made your move?
- Just never had the right in moment.
(boys laughing)
No seriously, by the time I
got the balls to tell her,
she was already with Sean.
And then when Sean died,
there hasn't been a good time.
- (scoffs) Any time?
Okay, you guys have been friend since,
I don't even know, birth?
So it's obviously something
way worse than that
that's preventing you from
having your in moment.
- Like what?
- We can start with
the string hanging from your puss cushion.
- Ha ha ha.
Why don't you put something
else in your mouth
besides my dick.
- Oh, shit.
Fucking asshole. (laughs)
(phone buzzing)
- All right.
Hello?
- Zeke!
Oh.
- Will you shut up?
Yeah, what is it?
Really, wait, say that again?
Holy shit.
Yeah yeah, we'll be right over.
You guys aren't gonna believe this.
- What's up, dude?
- So Sam is at the police station.
They just found Josh
Kirby's body on the docks.
- [In Unison] Shut the fuck up.
- I always hated that dick anyway.
- All right, you guys coming
with me to pick her up?
- Wait, what about all this weed?
Do we not?
- Zeke, really?
Come on!
(Brody grunting)
- Ah, hold up.
- Fucker.
Were are my fucking shoes?
(energetic music)
(birds twittering)
(radio chattering)
(energetic music)
- Thanks for coming to get me.
- Yeah, no problem.
- Tristan!
- Yeah?
- Did they like give her a cavity search?
Did they give you a cavity search?
- No, no Brody.
- Do you want a cavity search?
I'll go back in and get like a,
baton or whatever the fuck they have.
- [Zeke] All right, let's go.
(knocking on desk)
- Hey, Sheriff.
- [Sheriff Hammond] Hey, you
get anything out of Willis?
- Nah, not really.
The report is in there,
claims that Kirby was alive
and well last time she saw him,
for lack of a better term.
- [Sheriff Hammond] Uh-huh.
Any issues when you picked her up?
- Issues?
- Yeah, Danielle?
- Well, she wasn't
entirely happy to see me,
if that's what you're asking.
- [Sheriff Hammond] Hmm, you good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Well they haven't seen you in
an awfully long time, you know?
- [Matt] And?
- Listen, I get it.
You had a lot of shit that
you needed to clear up
with the drinking and the black outs.
But you went away.
You took care of that
and you got cleaned up,
but now you're back.
And I don't have to tell you,
that girl was in here damn near
every day asking questions.
Questions I chose not to answer
because it wasn't my place.
- What do you wanna hear, Jack?
What do you want me say?
Hey, Dani, sorry I left for over a year
because I wanted to spare
you the embarrassment
of being proposed to by
the town's drunk deputy?
- No, but you know it wasn't
easy for either one of you.
Hell, you up and left town
without as much as a goodbye,
only to come back to find that
now she's with your old high school buddy.
- Yeah I know, Sam told me.
- I guess what I'm
trying to figure out is,
am I gonna find this Connors
guy out handcuffed to a tree
in the middle of no
where with a size 12 boot
shoved halfway up his ass?
- (scoffs) No, we're good.
Evan's a good guy.
I would be an idiot to think that Dani
would wait around for me anyway.
If he makes her happy, then
I'm happy for her, you know?
- All right, if that's
the way you want it.
But personally, if it were me,
I would go have a talk
with her, air things out.
'Cause you can bet your ass,
I'm not covering for you again.
I've got that karma or whatever the hell
that hippie shit's called to worry about.
(chuckles)
- I'll take your advice
under consideration.
- Yeah, damn right you will.
Now could you get back
to work or something
before the rest of the department
thinks I'm favoring you.
- All right, thanks Sheriff.
- Uh-huh.
(wistful music)
(water lapping)
- [Tess] You just need to relax
and clear some of this off your plate.
- I just feel so guilty
coming back here, you know?
The last guy I talked to
actually died here last night.
How do I look past that?
- I don't know, but like you said,
Matt said that it could have
been a murder-suicide thing, right?
- That's what the Sheriff thinks.
- Sounds pretty open and closed to me.
- I don't know, though.
Matt doesn't think it's that easy.
- Well maybe he's wrong.
I mean Josh and Monica were messed up
in their own way, anyways.
- Yeah, I guess.
- What's up?
- Sam is feeling a little off right now.
- Oh, babe, you doing okay?
- I wish everyone would
quit asking me that.
- All right, then let's
just try to hang out
and have a good time.
There's nothing we can really do
about Josh and Monica right now.
- I know!
I know, I just feel bad.
The last thing Josh experienced
was me crushing his junk.
- Yeah, and not to
sound too disrespectful,
but from what you told
us, he kinda deserved it.
- Yeah.
- He did.
- It's sad that he died, though.
But like Tess said, Josh offed Monica
and couldn't take the guilt.
- Yeah, maybe.
- Hmm, there's something else.
What's up?
- Well, on top of being
questioned by the police,
Danielle is pissed at me
because I didn't tell her
Matt was back in town.
- Oh my god.
It is not your responsibility
to update your sister
about her ex's whereabouts.
- I know, I mean, you should
have saw her face this morning.
- There she is.
She was the last one to see Josh.
Pretty coincidental that she saw him last
and then he winded up
being dead shortly after.
- Hey Tara, why don't you work
on your cottage cheese ass
rather than what's going on with us, yeah?
- Hey!
- What'd you say?
- I'd think over that next
move very, very carefully
before you become the poster child
of Abercrombie Lives Matter, capisce?
- Fucking faggots.
- He thinks we're gay.
(Brody giggles)
- Sam.
(Sam sighs)
- Hey, Sam, wait up!
(crickets chirping)
(romantic music)
- Your turn.
Wait, wait, wait.
- What?
- I gotta take a piss.
- Seriously?
- Really quick.
I promise, one minute.
I promise, babe.
- Oh my god,
just make it fast.
- Okay, you got it.
(crickets chirping)
(suspenseful music)
Thought you didn't wanna
see me take a piss?
You just couldn't wait
any longer, could ya?
Tara?
(ominous music)
What the fuck?
(gasping)
(Tara huffs)
(gasps)
(hyperventilating)
(gasps)
(line ringing)
(Tara screaming)
(rock music)
- Hey guys, turn that down.
- [Danielle] What?
Sam!
- Hold on a second.
- Sam, is everything all right?
- Did you guys hear that?
- Hear what?
(rock music)
- Danielle?
(Samantha scoffs)
- Hey, chica.
- Hey, Tess.
Can I ask you a favor?
- Sure.
- Can I stay with you tonight?
Things between me and
Danielle are still weird.
- [Tara] Sure, I'll turn
around and pick you up.
- God, thank you, Tess.
- [Tess] I'll be there shortly, okay?
- Yeah, all right.
(keys jangle)
(Danielle sighs)
- Matt?
- Hey, Dani.
- [Danielle] What do you want?
(keys clicking)
- Here ya go.
- I didn't need your help.
- Listen, I'm sorry I didn't
tell you I was back in town.
- Why are you back?
- The shit that needed to be resolved
got taken care of.
The Sheriff needed the help.
My job was still available.
- Yeah?
Well let me assure you,
just because that Andy Griffith
wannabe Sheriff of ours
wanted you back, doesn't
mean the rest of us did.
Don't!
- Listen, I just wanted to say.
(Danielle crying)
I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
- Where did you go?
I wake up one morning and you're gone!
There's no note, no explanation.
(groans) Not even a god
damned coward text message.
You just disappeared!
(crying)
I didn't know where you were.
I didn't know if you were in trouble.
I didn't know if you were hurt.
Do you have any idea what I went through?
- I know, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry?
I'm sorry?
Is that really all you have to say to me?
You know what, Matt?
I don't care that you're sorry.
And even more so, I don't
care that you're back, okay?
I moved on; I'm with Evan now.
You remember Evan, right?
You should.
He's someone else you left behind.
Oh gee, Matt.
Did I strike a nerve?
(scoffs) Good.
- I just wanted to say that I'm sorry
and not to take it out on Sam.
I told her not to say anything to you.
So blame me and not her.
- I do blame you!
You know what?
Don't ever get my family involved
in your bullshit again.
You know what, stay the hell away
from Sammy and I all together, got it?
(crying)
(knocking)
(breathing deeply)
- Listen, I'm really glad
that you're happy with Evan.
I truly am.
- Fuck you, Matt.
(engine roars)
(TV voices mumbling)
(door closing)
(footsteps)
(wistful music)
- So where's Jenna?
She does know I'm here, right?
- Oh yeah, she just showed up.
She jumped in the shower.
What are you watching?
- I don't know, some
random ass slasher flick.
Chill Billies or some stupid shit.
- Not thanks.
Aren't you gonna miss this?
- What's that?
- This.
When you go to college.
- Tess, it doesn't matter how far away
we go from each other.
You know we're always
gonna have these moments.
Just, it's gonna take a lot
of planning now, that's all.
- Damn straight.
- Besides, someone's gotta
keep you and Brody in line.
- Hmm, true.
- What's up?
- Oh nothing, just telling Sam here
she better not go too far
wherever she decides to go to college.
- Hmm, pretty sure the one who is gonna be
the most heartbroken
is our little Tristan.
Jesus, did you see how hard he snapped
at Tara this afternoon?
It's love, kid.
- Oh great, this again.
- I hate to admit it, but
he does sort of cherish you
in a creepy Tom Cruise kind of way.
- Friends, okay.
Once again, we are just friends
and that is all there is, okay?
You know as good of a guy Tristan is,
I just don't--
(door opening)
- Hey guys?
- Here we go!
Hit it!
(claps hands)
- Can't let you in here.
- What?
I came to see my baby girl.
- Oh and that required you bring the rest
of the boy's club?
- Well, I didn't wanna miss out
on seeing my baby girl.
- Tess!
- Yeah!
I'll be right there, Mom.
All right, behave until I get back.
- Always.
- Okay.
Mwah.
- [Zeke] So what are you guys into?
- Actually, we were just talking about
Brody having a get together soon.
- Ha, fuck yes!
Why don't we go that?
(phones buzzing)
- Party on the lake tomorrow night
in memory of Monica and Josh.
Free food, free booze, everyone's invited.
At the marina tomorrow
night, 10:00 o'clock,
see you guys there, Tara.
- What?
- You guys are not gonna
believe what I just got.
- Oh no?
- Oh, did you guys get that
message from Tara, too?
- Apparently.
- Great.
But why on Earth would she even invite us
to one of her shindigs?
I mean, if I'm not mistaken,
she was being a royal
bitch to us earlier today.
- I think the better question is,
why on Earth wouldn't we go?
Okay, hear me out.
You guys were just talking
about a get together,
or a shindig, or whatever the fuck?
And here it is.
- Yeah, you know, friends.
Not some stuck up slut's orgy.
- Well, I mean babe,
Brody does have a point.
- Thank you, Zeke.
- No, but it's free booze,
and free weed, annoying Tara a little.
I mean we can just show up, get drunk,
smoke all of her reefer,
and then we bounce.
- Attaboy.
- (sighs) I don't know
about this one, guys.
- Shut your blasphemous face.
You don't get a vote.
Your balls haven't dropped yet, Tristan.
- You know what, fuck you.
- Well, technically, you do have a point.
- Guys, I'm just not exactly
sure it's really our scene.
- Our scene?
- This is literally our scene.
This is lakeshore, music, booze, weed,
drunk hooligans all
over the fucking place.
This is our scene.
- I mean, I guess it's okay,
consider seeing certain
douchebags get slammed
and we're chunking all over the place,
could have its high points.
- That right there is four out of five.
Be a do-be, not a nope-y.
- There's six of us.
- (sighs) Shh.
The grownups are talking.
- (grunts) Fine.
We might not have a
disastrous time after all.
- And that is why I'm
the peer pressure king.
- Oh, that's nice.
Well, I think it's time
for you to go home.
- I just got here.
- I know, but Mom's rules, Mom's house.
Came directly from her lips,
that's why she called me downstairs.
- Your mom has never liked me.
- I know.
- That's fine 'cause me and T-boy here,
we have a shift tonight at the drive-in.
- No, you have a shift.
- We have a shift tonight at the drive-in.
So I will see you later.
Love ya!
- Love ya.
- You don't get a kiss, buddy.
- Maybe next time.
- There's your kiss.
- Douchebag.
(giggling)
- Savages, I tell you.
(girls giggling)
(ominous music)
- [Evan] Hey.
- [Danielle] Hey.
- You're smoking?
God I haven't seen you smoke in--
- Over a year, yeah I know.
I just kind of needed one.
Just don't judge me, okay?
- Not judging.
I just, is something bothering you?
- Just a lot on my mind.
- Okay.
This a lot wouldn't
happen to have something
to do with a certain ex
that decided to show up
out of nowhere after being
gone for a year and a half?
- I'm really the only one that was
in the dark about this, aren't I?
- Hey, I just found out.
Okay, I was the one
that drove by the store
and saw you two talking.
- Oh yeah?
(Evan scoffs)
- Do you wanna talk about it?
- I really don't.
- Do I need to be worried?
- What do you wanna hear, Evan, huh?
What that I'm not gonna leave you
just because Matt's back?
Because I'm not.
I'm not gonna do that to you.
- No, I think I would rather hear that
you don't still have feelings for the guy
that basically left you
without ever explaining
why or where he was going.
- Thanks.
I went like a whole two seconds
without thinking about it.
- Oh fuck, I gave the guy
the benefit of a doubt.
Who was the one that sat here and held you
while you thought the entire
world was crumbling around you?
Me, where was he?
Sure as hell wasn't here.
God you sit here and you act like
this is water under the bridge
and everything is gonna be hunky dory,
and it's just not.
- I spent three years
of my life with Matt.
Okay, I know him.
Probably better than he knows himself.
And it'd be a lie for me to stand here
and say that I don't have
any feelings for him.
To deny it?
No, I can't.
(sighs) Look, there's something there,
but I don't know exactly what it is.
But what I do know is that this is hard.
And I would appreciate it if
you could understand that.
- How am I not understanding?
You know what, don't answer that question.
Answer this question,
if you know him so well,
then why'd he leave?
Right.
(huffs)
You still love him?
- Did I say that?
- You didn't have to.
- That's not fair.
- Fucking life's not fair.
I'll sleep on the couch.
- Evan, wait.
(huffs) Great.
Way to go, Dani.
- [Tristan] So what time are
we going to the party tonight?
- After the movie.
Karen's gonna cover for me.
- Nice!
- Mm-hmm.
So you actually gonna try to get that
wick slick with Sam tonight or what?
- Dude.
- What?
I'm sorry, mister love sick
stereotypical best friend role.
- As a matter of a fact,
I'm working on a plan
to talk to her tonight.
- It's easy.
You're gonna walk up to her,
and you're gonna say, Sam.
Do you wanna fuck like
jackrabbits tonight or what?
- I think it takes a little
bit more finesse than that.
- Nah, dude.
I can do it for ya.
Like hell you will!
- No, seriously, I can
just walk right up to her
and just be like, hey Sammy girl.
Tristan here, he's so just
lovesick and broken over you,
and all he wants to do is slide
that ballot into your box.
Please, please, please do us a favor
and screw this poor boy before
he gives us 13 reasons why.
- You know what, pick up your damn bag.
- (laughing) Oh, I'm just
trying to help you, man.
- I don't really need your help.
I've got a plan.
- Oh, you've got a plan?
- Yeah.
- Roofies aren't a plan, bro.
Those are illegal.
- Yeah, whatever.
(Brody laughs)
Hey, I gotta get going.
I've got shit to do--
- Oh yeah, I'm sure you do.
- Uh-huh.
- All right, peace.
Boom!
- See ya.
- [Brody] See ya, bitch.
- Hey, cutie!
What are you to?
- Nothing, just working on my bike.
- Well have fun, but be careful.
- See ya.
- See ya.
Mom?
Evan?
Hello?
Danielle?
Danielle, took your mom to
get some things for the house.
Said she needed the fresh air.
Be back later.
Love you, Evan.
Okay?
(thumping)
Sam?
Sammy?
(sighs) Listen, I really
need to talk to you
about the last couple of days
and the way I've been acting.
Sam, listen I really
need to apologize to you
about the other day.
You know when Matt left it
put me in a really bad place,
and seeing him after all this
time just took me right back,
and I took it out on you.
And you didn't deserve it, Sam.
You didn't deserve any of it.
I can never tell you how sorry I am, Sam.
You think you can forgive me?
Sam?
(suspenseful music)
(door creaking)
What the hell?
Sam, I know you're in here.
I heard you.
(laughs) Seriously?
You've gotta try a little harder
if you wanna scare me.
(screams)
(Danielle screaming)
(Danielle crying)
(Danielle screaming)
Somebody help me!
(crying)
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
(squishing)
(Danielle gasping)
(Danielle crying)
Please?
I don't wanna die.
What do you want?
Don't touch her!
Stay away from my sister!
(crying)
No, no!
(engine revving)
No! (screaming)
(knife squishing)
(Danielle crying)
- Hey girl, what's up?
- [Tess] I'm still helping Mom out.
She needed me to help
her with some housework.
What about you?
- I'm just headed to this party.
I was trying to call Danielle
and let her know where I was,
but she's still not answering my calls.
I'm starting to think I
shouldn't go to this thing.
- [Tess] Oh no you don't.
You're already on your way.
Trust me, Danielle will get over
whatever shitty attitude she is in.
You need this.
Besides, I don't wanna be stuck in
keep-Brody-from-being-an-ass
role all by myself.
- Speaking of, when's everyone
showing up to this thing?
- Well, Zeke and Jenna are
apparently already there.
I talked to them earlier.
I have no idea where Tristan is.
Brody said he'll be
leaving the drive-in soon,
and I should just be a
little longer with Mom,
then I'll be there.
- Great.
- Just relax, I'll be there soon enough,
and we can get our freak on.
Cool?
- Cool.
Just hurry up.
- Working on it.
(phone clicks)
(dramatic music)
- Hmm?
(chuckling)
(knocking)
What?
- Really?
- What?
- It's nice that you're so relaxed.
- It is, isn't it?
- This is our busiest night.
You think you could take
this a little more serious?
- Listen, as soon as the movie
is over, I'm gone, remember?
That was the original agreement.
So, why don't you just calm down?
I have literally, I don't
know, 32 minutes until I bolt?
So just calm your tits.
- This place is a mess, Brody.
I want it clean before you bolt.
- That's a negative, breaker breaker.
- Excuse me?
- Listen, we both know that
this is a shit show of a job, okay?
So come down this authoritarian
vibe thing you got going on.
- Okay, you listen to this.
I don't know what creepy ass little soiree
you're planning on going to,
for all I care you can drink and screw
until your heart explodes.
- Oh, thank you, hon.
- But for now, while you're on the clock,
you do what I pay you to do.
So, that means get this place spotless
before you shuffle your
lazy ass outta here.
You get me?
- (pops lips) Last I checked,
it was Max that signed
the checks, not you.
So why don't you, again, calm your tits.
- You better learn to
watch your goddamn mouth.
- (gags) Is it that time of the mouth?
(Karen groans)
Uppity fucking cunt.
Cunt with a capital K.
K for Karen.
(knocking)
What?
Karen!
Jesus Christ.
(ominous music)
(knocking)
(knocking)
Are you the one knocking on this door?
- The screen is kinda fuzzy.
- Kid, (clears throat) fuck off.
I fucking hate this job.
(intense music)
(sighs)
(grunting)
(muffled conversation)
Fuck this movie.
(Brody gasping)
(Brody yelling)
(Brody coughing)
Fucking hell!
(Brody yelling)
(gasping)
Oh!
(coughing)
(knife squelching)
(foreboding music)
(chatter over radio)
- [Matt] Where is she?
- She's not here.
She's on her way down to the hospital.
She's lost a lot of blood.
I don't think she's gonna make it.
You don't wanna go down there.
It's fine.
All right, go ahead.
(distorted music)
- I'm surprised her intestines
didn't fall out on the floor.
- Ma'am, do you at least
remember what time you got home?
- Tammy?
It's me, Matt.
What happened here?
- My baby.
My baby girl.
- I'm so sorry, Tammy.
But what happened?
Where were you, where was Evan?
- Evan left for a while.
- What do you mean?
- I had to get cleaning supplies.
He said he had to go to the
office for work reasons.
We were only supposed to
be gone a few minutes.
I should have been here.
I never should have left.
- Where's Sammy?
- I think she's with Sean.
She needs to know.
She needs to be told.
- Tammy, Sean's dead.
He's been dead for over a year.
You knew that.
- Did I?
- Tammy, I need you to focus.
Where's Sammy?
- Why?
Why my baby?
Why, Matthew?
(sobbing)
- Tammy, where's Sam?
(dance music)
- There she is.
- Hey.
- Hey!
- What's up?
- So, where's our host?
- Tara?
- Yeah.
- I dunno, kinda figured she'd
be strutting it up in here.
- No, no, give it some time.
Look, I predict she's gonna be butt naked
being Chinese finger
cuffed by two random dudes
before the night's over.
- That's so fucking gross, Zeke.
- It's true, it's Tara.
- You never know.
- Still think this is a bad idea.
- Hey!
Oh, what took y'all so long?
- Actually, my mother let me bail early,
but I didn't get my stuff.
- Moving that stupid furniture around?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah,
I just had something going on.
- Yeah.
- Well,
I've already had three beers
and I'm feeling pretty good.
So both of you need to catch up.
- Oh, fucking A we do, yeah.
Where's the beer?
Over here, okay.
(dance music)
(laughing)
- I gotta pee.
- Hey wait, do you need help with that?
- Yeah, go and help her take a piss, bro.
- Yeah, you might need to wipe for her.
- Ooh.
- Whoa.
- Don't listen to these
miscreants, Tristan.
I, for one, think it was a sweet gesture.
- Wow, miscreants, huh?
Can you even spell that, Miss Willis?
- Yeah!
Actually yeah, I can.
It's spelled F-U-C-K O-F-F.
Oh, and I can even sign it.
- Fuck off, fuck off.
- Come on, Tristan, come help me wipe.
(giggles)
(phone vibrating)
- Ooh, there's my lover boy.
(water splashing)
- Boo!
- Hey you.
- Hey.
Hey look, I'm sorry about
face raping you back there.
I just get tired of them making fun
of you all the time, you know?
- Oh yeah, trust me, I know.
- Well.
- Hey,
I actually wanna talk to you about that.
- What?
- We're best friends, right?
- Yeah.
- Well,
ever since Sean died I
really haven't had a chance
to tell you, or I didn't
know how to approach it.
- Approach what?
- That kiss back there, Sam?
That wasn't horsing around.
I know the difference.
- Tristan, that--
- Just hold on.
You are my best friend.
You know I'd be there for
you in a heartbeat, right?
I mean why don't we just
take it to the next level?
I mean I know I'm not
prime dating material,
but I think we can work this out.
- Tristan, your great, I'm not ready.
It's just not like--
- Yeah, yeah.
It's not you, it's me, right?
- No!
Tristan, it's not like that.
- Whatever, forget it.
- [Samantha] Tristan!
(metal clanking)
- Hey hot mama.
Where'd lover boy go?
- Away.
I really think I messed him up this time.
- Well, Sam, Tristan is a big boy.
He'll get over it, okay.
But I just got a text from Brody,
and apparently his car isn't starting,
so I have to go pick him up.
So I'll be right back.
- No!
Tess, no, please don't.
Come on, I wanna talk to you right now.
- I know, I know.
Just 15 minutes.
15 minutes, I'll be right back
and we can do this, okay?
15 minutes.
- 15?
- 15.
- You sure?
You promise.
- Yeah, 15.
- 15!
- Fine!
- Hurry, hurry!
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Give me the keys.
- What?
- Give me the keys.
- What for?
- It's getting kind of hot
out here and I'm feeling not hot.
Just let me freshen up.
- Babe,
it's not that big of a deal.
- I know you don't think it is,
but I do, and that's what's important.
- Nuh-uh.
All right, go.
- Thank you.
("Wildcard" by Mickey Valen)
You're like a gamble
I pay the price
Thought I could handle
Something undefined
Give me a reason
To raise the stakes
'Cause I can't walk away
You keep taking the upper hand
And you're leaving me exposed
I don't think I stand a chance
When your feelings never show
Your love is a wildcard
(upbeat music)
(Zeke panting)
- I found it, awesome.
Hey, hey, you all right in there, babe?
You better not be sleeping.
You did not tell me you were
coming out here to take a nap.
(mumbles)
(coughing)
You know what?
I gotta give it to Tara.
This party is not that bad.
I just feel gross just saying
that out loud, you know?
Here's what I can't figure out,
is how the hell are you doing your makeup
in the car in the dark?
You keep taking the upperhand
And you're leaving me exposed
- Hey, you.
(laughing)
Come on, wake up.
(eerie tones)
(Zeke gasps)
Jenna!
No, no, no, no, no.
(Zeke sobbing)
Help, help!
(scuffling)
(muffled crying)
(coughing)
(squishing)
(blood dripping)
(gasping)
(woman screaming)
- Help!
(girls screaming)
- Sorry.
- Jenna?
Jenna, Jenna!
(screams)
(yelps)
(engine sputtering)
Fuck!
(hyperventilating)
(ax thudding)
Shit.
(handle clacking)
(glass shattering)
(Samantha screaming)
(car horn honks)
(glass clatters)
(eerie music)
(lock clicking)
(dial tone)
- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?
- This is Samantha Willis.
(dial tone)
Samantha, hello?
Hello?
Shit.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
- Sam?
- Matt.
Oh my god.
He's out there.
He killed Zeke and Jenna.
- All right, where's he at?
- I don't know.
I think he cut the phone lines.
- Stay away from Sam!
- Evan, what are you doing here?
- Okay, leave her alone, Matt.
- [Matt] Put it down, Evan.
- Fuck you!
Put yours down first.
- I'm not gonna tell you again.
Don't make me do this, Evan.
- Don't you fucking get it, Sam?
He's the fucking killer.
He fucking killed your friends.
He fucking, he fucking killed Dani.
- Danielle.
- Don't try to pin this--
- [Evan] No, fucking admit it!
Ad-fucking-mit it!
- Back off!
Don't even try to pin this on me.
You were the last one to see her alive.
Why'd you flee the scene, Evan?
(Samantha crying)
Don't you understand?
That's why I'm here.
I heard what was going down tonight,
and came to make sure you were all--
- Fuck you, fucking liar!
You're fucking full of shit.
None of this happened
until you showed back up.
- Don't.
- Why'd you fucking kill her?
Huh?
Why'd you fucking kill her?
- I didn't, you piece of
shit, and you know it.
I talked to Tammy.
You left her alone for an hour, Evan.
How'd you know Sam was gonna be here?
- Fuck you!
None of this shit happened until
you fucking showed back up.
You fucking disappeared for a year?
None of the shit's a fucking coincidence.
- I didn't kill Dani.
- I'm gonna fucking kill you.
(gun cocks)
(gunshots popping)
- No!
No.
(handcuffs clicking)
- Sam, you all right?
Come on.
- Don't come closer.
- Sam, calm down.
Listen to me.
- How did you know where I was, Matt?
- [Matt] Listen to me.
- Where are the rest of the police?
Where is the Sheriff?
- Listen, department's
spread paper thin tonight,
because of your sister and
the death at the drive-in.
I think it was one of your friends.
I came to make sure you were okay.
I need you to calm down and listen to me.
- Matt watch out!
Matt!
(suspenseful music)
What do you want?
- Just you.
- Tess?
- Peek-a-boo.
Aw, what's wrong Sammy?
At a loss for words?
Here, let me help you.
What, why, how?
(sighs) Am I right?
- You killed them?
- Ah, yeah I did.
- [Samantha] Why?
- That's a long, long story, puppy.
- [Samantha] I don't understand.
They were your friends.
We were your friends.
- Hmm, no you were my friend.
The others were just pawns.
They always were.
- I don't--
- You don't what?
Understand?
I mean, I don't blame you.
It's not like you ever paid
any attention to details.
I mean all the times I
tried to give you hints,
all the times I tried to
explain things to you,
but you were just too
goddamn oblivious to them.
Even while you were
dating my brother, Sean.
So I had to get rid of him.
Wait, you really thought Sean drowned?
(laughs) No.
- You killed Sean?
You killed your own brother?
- You're goddamn right I did.
- [Samantha] Why, Tess?
- Isn't it obvious, Sammy?
Because you're here.
Because I love you.
Ever since I've met you,
everything I've done has been for you.
And then you started dating my brother,
and let's face it, we had our
fair share of sibling rivalry.
But I couldn't fucking deal with the fact
that he took you away from me.
But, you looked happy.
And after I felt that one
out in my head for a while,
I thought fuck it.
You know, that's what you
do when you love someone,
you put aside all your selfish feelings
and just be happy for that person, right?
So I tried moving on
and started dating Brody
for a little while.
And I thought focusing on someone else
would have made not having
you to myself more bearable.
Hey, it worked, for like a minute.
But then I found something out.
There are things about my
brother that not even you knew.
So I'm out here, as I
am to do ever so often,
and what do I see?
My brother and Monica
getting rather intimate
with each other.
- You killed my sister, you stupid bitch.
- Now now, Sammy.
That is not a very nice
thing to say to me.
I mean after everything
I've been through for you.
Stop shaking.
I mean seriously, Sammy!
After everything I have
been through for you!
And you're gonna act like this.
- You're a fucking psychopath.
You've murdered people, Tess.
You're a goddamn murderer.
What, did you think I
was just gonna sit here
and act like everything
was not completely fucked?
- Is it naive of me to say yes?
- Fuck you.
- Okay.
Don't, Tess.
- Come here.
- Hey now.
- All right.
Hello mister law man.
You're pretty handsome.
- Tess, leave him alone!
- I can kinda see why Dani
was keeping you around.
If it wasn't for Sammy over here,
I would have a go at you myself.
- Are you gonna kill me or fuck me?
'Cause I'm getting some
mixed signals right now.
(Tess laughing)
- Oh, a feisty one, huh?
- No!
- See what you made me do, Sam?
(intense music)
Look at you.
(knife thudding)
(Tess exclaiming)
(Samantha crying)
(suspenseful music)
Aw, where are you going, sweetness?
I'll get you.
(Samantha grunting)
Sammy?
You know, I love ya, I do.
But, I'm kind of starting to feel like
you don't feel the same way.
And I mean, that would kinda suck,
because you know I have
been through a lot for ya.
You know?
I mean, I would hate to kill ya.
(eerie music)
Hey, puppy, come here.
(Samantha grunting)
Come here!
Ow!
Goddamn it!
(yelling)
- No.
- Come here.
- Oh.
- Come here, Sammy.
(Samantha groaning)
I wouldn't have to hurt you
if you would stop fighting me, Jesus!
So what's it gonna be, Sammy, huh?
Huh, I can end this now.
We can mend your wounds,
we can move on together.
Huh, just those three little words.
I, love--
- Go fuck yourself!
- Okay, all right.
All right, I would have
done anything for you.
- Then give me the people I love back!
- No, but I can send you to meet them.
(gunshot resounding)
(Samantha panting)
Oh Jesus fucking Christ,
was there a mass message
sent out to everyone to save Sammy here?
God, I thought you ran away
with the rest of the cattle.
- Listen, I've had one
shitfuck of a night.
I got a migraine the size of Texas,
and there are dead bodies everywhere.
So I'd really appreciate it
if you'd just tell me
what the fuck is going on?
- Tristan, it's her!
Tess killed everyone!
- Okay, I did not kill everyone, okay?
Evan's not on me.
That was deputy dipshit in there.
- What about Matt?
And Zeke and Jenna?
- Okay, you got me there.
Okay, Trist, I'm gonna
make a deal with ya.
All right?
- What?
Is this the part of the movie
where you're gonna say,
"Oh, I'll kill you quick and painless?"
- Ew, cute, no.
No see I haven't tried
to kill you, have I?
Could have, but I didn't.
You know, I thought Sammy
isn't really seeing things
how I thought she was gonna see,
and it's kinda ungrateful.
So how about this, I kill
her and you let me walk?
- You know, I'm not really seeing
the upside to this deal, Tess.
- Well for fuck's sake, you should.
I mean I killed everyone
that has ever given me grief.
You know, kind of a
scumbag and everything.
You know, I mean hell, Sammy
over here broken your heart
so many times I can't even count.
You know, just keeping you around
just to knock you back down
like you weren't anything.
- Well, she's right, Sam.
She hasn't tried to kill me yet.
- Tristan, please.
(gun clicks)
(dramatic music)
(groaning)
(yells)
(girls yelling)
(Tristan groaning)
(girls shouting)
- Oh what are the odds of that, huh?
A fucking misfire.
- Tess!
(gunshots popping)
(water splashing)
(gun clattering)
- Hey!
It's okay.
It's okay.
(melancholy music)
(people chattering)
- You kids all right?
- Yeah, how's Evan.
- He's lost a lot of blood,
but I think he's gonna make it.
He's on his way to the hospital right now.
- What about Matt?
- Did you find her?
- Tess?
No, not yet.
It's a big lake.
We're gonna start dragging the bottom,
but it's gonna take a while.
Parts of that lake are
several hundred meters deep.
Don't worry, we're gonna find her.
- Tell me I killed her, Sheriff.
Just tell me this is over.
- Well three rounds straight to the chest?
I don't know a man alive that
can survive that, or woman.
(radio chattering)
- Tristan, you saved my life.
- I'm pretty sure it was
the other way around,
but you can tell everybody
that's how it went down.
(both chuckling)
What was that for?
- For everything, and I love you.
- It's about damn time.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(energetic music)
(eerie music)