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