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- There has not been a detention program in this school

for over 13 years,

but thanks to the eight of you,

we had to bring it back.

(Todd chuckles)

(chuckles) It's funny, right?

That's good times, huh?

Ah, it won't be so funny

when you're twerking on the chow line.

You ever wore prison-made lipstick?

Hmm?

You ever tossed a salad, not the kind with croutons?

You ever suck dick for soap?

Hmm?

What is wrong with you?

You will look back on these years

and find out how detrimental it was to be fighting,

lewd behavior,

threatening teachers.

What happened to you?

You were one of our brightest students.

Now you're cutting class.

W-w-what happened?

- I found better things to do.

- Like your niece.

- I'm, I'm sorry?

- You have to excuse him, sir.

He's stupid.

- Yeah, because Simon don't even like Kelly like that.

- Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Claudette.

- Fuck you, bitch.

- Hey, hey, come on now.

That is exactly what I'm talking about.

(Hopkins sighs)

Do you know how bad meth smells?

(stammers) Okay.

I'm-I'm... (phone dings)

Really?

I'm trying to save you kids.

It is better that you deal with me now

than my brother over at the precinct when you graduate.

If you graduate,

'cause only about half y'all gonna make it.

- Nobody's scared of Sheriff James.

- Wait,

why do you and your brother have different last names?

- Same mother, different father.

Y'all are like a year apart?

- Oh.

So your mama was hoe.

(students laughing) (Hopkins laughs sarcastically)

- Whoo!

Lemme tell you something, little girl.

If you ever reference my mother ever again,

they will be pulling every inch

of my size 13 Stacy...

(alert blares) (students clamoring)

- [Brock] It's about that time.

- Time to go. - Mm-hmm.

(desks scraping)

- [Hopkins] Take you that long to sit down...

- Hey, yo, Ho? - Yes, sir?

- I got a serious question.

- Talk to me.

- When you gonna stop giving me detention for PDA?

(Hopkins laughs) I mean, come on.

What are we, 12? (Hopkins chuckles)

You acting like I ain't raggedy-ass school to state twice.

- You did. (kiss smacks)

- Besides, I seen Mrs. Hopkins.

- Mm.

- I know you grabbing that ass in public.

- Oh, you can't... Wait, what?

Okay. All right.

Okay, okay, all right, all right.

You do not have to kill these kids,

but why did I take this job?

(Hopkins sighs)

(upbeat rap music)

(students chattering indistinctly)

- Do you guys smell that?

- What, your upper lip?

- (chuckles) No, asshole.

That's the sweet smell of freedom.

- Bro, shut the fuck up. (Todd laughs)

Where we going tonight?

Brock's crib?

- Uh, no. No.

Just like white folks, trying to show up early to the party.

That's tomorrow night.

- What about the 24-hour thotness center?

- What's that?

- Claudette's house. (group laughing)

- I mean, he do got a point.

He got a point.

She do be bussing...

(birds chirping faintly)

(Simon shouts) - Oh my God!

- You can just call me Simon.

- You are full of jokes today.

- More like full of shit.

Anyways, how did your debate practice go, best friends?

- It was good,

except Charlie was acting like-

- I, I don't care,

I was just asking to be polite. (chuckles)

- Leave it to Kelly to be at school voluntarily.

You ready to go, Simon?

- Hold on!

I was about to invite Kelly

to the kickback tomorrow night.

- Hold on, fool.

You can't just go inviting extra people to my house.

- Um...

- Girl, you know...

- Hello, Kelly.

Would you like to come to my quarters tomorrow

for a nice gathering among chaps and scalawags?

It should be a ravishing evening.

- Brock, why are you wasting your breath?

You know she's gonna say no.

- Uh...

I'll think about it.

(group exclaims) - Boo!

- Boo! - You suck!

- Leave now or I will press charges

against all of you for trespassing.

- Uh, her too?

Okay, okay.

No? Okay, man.

We out. You good.

- All goin' on with a stick up his ass and shit.

- What was that? - N-n-nothing.

Come on, man, come on.

Come on, come on. - See you later, bitch.

(door clunks)

(doors slam)

- Do me a favor,

please do not let them influence you.

You are my favorite niece,

and they're all terrible human beings.

Especially that little Tamara girl.

- Lara.

- Whatever.

- They're really not all that bad, Uncle Darius.

- Hmm.

(window thumps) (Hopkins exclaims)

Hell no!

I'm gonna...

No, I'm gonna run over this little mother.

No, he gonna die.

You gonna die, boy!

(funky music)

- Maybe I, maybe I spoke too soon.

- Yeah, just a little bit.

I'm gonna run his little ass over.

I'm tired of this asshole. (Kelly laughs)

(object clatters)

- Darius? (deep ominous music)

Darius?

Are you home?

- Hello. (Mrs. Hopkins gasps)

Ooh, oh, I'm sorry. (chuckles) - Oh God.

You scared me. - Did I scare you?

- Yes.

- I'm sorry.

You know, I thought I was walking into the wrong kitchen,

'cause are you cooking?

I should have invited Kelly.

I should have told Kelly to come over.

- Ha ha.

(Hopkins chuckles)

- Oh, baby, I really could use a home-cooked meal today.

Especially after drawing detention duty.

Okay?

Them little breakfast thugs.

- Oh. (Hopkins sighs)

Sweetheart.

- Mm. - I'll tell you what,

- Hm? - I can make you a nice,

- Hm?

- big,

- Okay.

- frozen Hungry Man meal.

- All right, see? (Mrs. Hopkins laughs)

Playing games with my emotions now!

- Oh no, no no no. - Come on!

- Okay, baby, baby.

See? - Now you're playing...

- No, no, no, we got, we got,

uh, steak and carrots.

- Mm-hmm. - How about...

Or chicken and broccoli. (Hopkins crying facetiously)

- Oh, baby.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, look,

I know how much these kids stress you out,

- Mm-hmm. - so I'll tell you what.

- Hm?

- You go and get yourself comfortable,

- Hm?

- and then I will make you something really quick.

- Seriously?

- Of course.

- All right.

Okay. - Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no, I forgot one, one thing.

- Hmm? - Um,

do you like, uh,

smooth or chunky peanut butter?

- See, that's, that's that, that's that...

Everybody got jokes today. (Mrs. Hopkins laughs)

Everybody got...

No, I'm, I'm the funny guy.

All right. - Okay, you so,

you so sensitive, Darius. (laughs)

Hey, don't let them kids steal your joy!

(plastic crinkling)

(sighs) Okay.

(water rushing)

(dramatic ominous music)

(Mrs. Hopkins gasps) (flesh squelches)

- Back up!

Mm-mm!

Oh, she done finally cooked something.

Lemme see what you...

(dramatic music)

(knife slashes)

(Hopkins groans painfully)

(floor thuds)

(Hopkins gasping)

(Hopkins groans)

(door thuds)

(people chatting faintly)

(pen scratching)

- Officer Roberts,

is there a reason why you invite yourself

to come in my house through my garage

with no permission?

- How did you know I was standing here?

- I could see you through the glass.

Now, when you put on that uniform,

you're supposed to be vigilant.

So,

is there something that important

that you had to come to my house

instead of telling me at the office?

(ominous music)

(door tapping)

What's up, baby girl?

- Good morning, Dad.

You okay?

(Kelly sighs softly)

Dad,

we have an agreement

of ripping Band-Aids no matter how bad it hurts.

So tell me what's up.

Please?

- Your aunt and your uncle got murdered last night.

(deep dramatic music)

- What?

Dad.

No.

No.

I just saw him yesterday.

How?

And who, who could harm Aunt Megan?

No, no,

this isn't right.

- I know.

We already lost so much.

- Daddy. (sniffles)

- If you thought I was being irrational

when I wanted revenge on your mother's doctor,

then you don't need to be around.

I'm gonna cause hell on my brother's killer.

(Kelly sobs softly)

- I refuse to lose you too.

Please be careful.

- I'm right here, all right?

(Kelly sniffles)

Always.

(Kelly cries)

I'm gonna figure this out.

You just stay here for now, all right?

- No, Dad,

I do not wanna stay here alone.

- Well, you can come to the office with me.

(Kelly exhales)

All right.

All right, you can chill for 30 minutes.

An hour.

- 30.

Call me every 20 minutes.

- Dad!

30 minutes.

Please.

- Fine.

- Tell Lara to stop talking to you like that.

You're a queen, all right?

- Thank you, Dad. (sniffs)

(door slams)

(Kelly sighs)

- I'm so sorry, Kelly.

I don't even know what to say.

- Thanks, Lara.

- That was so cold-blooded.

And nothing like that happens here.

Who the fuck do you think did this?

- I keep wanting to tell myself

that it was, like, a robbery gone wrong,

but killing them both like that?

- I mean,

maybe it was his side bitch.

Girl, what?

I mean, bitches be ruthless over men that's not theirs.

- My uncle wasn't a cheater, Lara!

- Okay...

Well, what if it was your Aunt's sneaky link?

I mean, (inhales sharply)

have you ever heard of OJ Simpson?

- Oh.

You've been watching way too many

Milton Brother movies, I see.

- Maybe so,

but you have to detach yourself from the victims

and focus on catching the killer.

- Are you quoting "CSI"?

(Lara groans)

- Girl, I don't watch that shit.

That came from "Law and Order."

- Okay. (chuckles)

I think I'm just gonna leave the police work to my dad.

- Do you know where I go to when I need an escape?

- Don't say it.

- Penis!

- You're so predictable.

- I mean, there'll be plenty tonight at the kickback.

You should come through.

- I'm not looking for sex.

- Well, it's not gonna be an orgy.

It's gonna be real chill.

You just need to ease your mind.

Plus, Simon will be there.

- Mm...

I don't know.

I think it would be awkward.

- Why?

- The last conversation I had with my uncle

was about how much he disliked y'all.

Wait,

do you think somebody

in the group could have been the killer?

- Girl, hell nah.

I mean, we ain't shit,

but we are not killers either.

That's crazy.

- You're right, yeah.

I wasn't think that through, okay.

(Kelly sighs)

- So, do you wanna go?

- All right.

Um, let me just go get a change of clothes,

and I'll be back.

- How often are you in here cleaning that thing?

- Mm,

a lot, actually.

It was my mother's.

We used to have family time at the gun range.

- Damn.

So the whole family was shooters?

(low somber piano music) (Lara sighs)

- Wow.

Kelly, she was so beautiful.

Do you still have dreams about her?

- Every single night.

(Lara sighs)

- You lost so much.

But tonight, I want you to try and have fun.

Tragedy is only as dominant as you allow it to be.

- And where did you lift that quote from?

- (scoffs) Dr. Phil, duh.

(Kelly scoffs softly)

Come on!

We don't wanna keep them waiting.

(upbeat rap music)

(Kelly sighs loudly)

Um, but can you please leave the gun?

- I'm bringing my gun.

- Whatever.

Let's just go.

- Fucking finally!

Come on, let's go!

We've been waiting forever, dude.

- One hour later.

- Don't rush me.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Who is that? (low tense music)

Yo, g-get down!

Get down.

- Man, get your scary ass up.

- That was weird.

You know who that was?

- No, but I got the license plate.

I'll send it to my dad.

- Yeah, y'all are definitely gonna be partners soon.

I can feel it, Sheriff Kelly.

- Shit, y'all, we still gotta go hit Old Mad Willie's.

Come on, bro! (ball smacks)

- Okay, who am I riding with?

(energetic pop music)

* Let roll up to the party

* Roll up, roll up to the party

* Roll up to the party

* Roll up, roll up to the party

* Roll up to the party

* Roll up, roll up to the party

* Roll up to the party

* Roll up, roll up to the party

- (sighs) Simon,

you go on ahead and get the brewskies, all right?

It's your turn.

- Man, I just went last week!

- Right.

If it's not broke,

don't fix it.

Come on, go. (upbeat hip hop music)

I'm tired of being sober, man, come on!

(door slams)

Motherfucker.

- Look at me, homie.

- Hey, what's up, player?

- Lemme get some of them, uh,

them Blue Rhinos and a pack of Magnum.

Man, you got some- (Willie laughs)

- Look here, 18 inches,

this is all we got.

- That's all you got?

Man, what the hell I'm supposed to do with this shit?

- Uh, hopefully protect yourself.

- (laughs) Protect myself?

They look like they gonna gimme something.

And plus, these are way, way too small for me.

- Well, look here, 18 inches,

this is all we got.

- Hey, look out, yo.

Think you can fit these, my boy?

Nevermind, you look like you ain't even getting none.

Hey, check this out, man,

I'm gonna roll with these out here, all right?

- [Willie] All right, 18, man.

- All right. (chuckles)

All right, man. - Appreciate you, family.

- All right, man, take care.

- All right, don't let it hit you in your ass.

- Good evening, sir.

- Uh,

yeah, ID.

- Huh?

- Identification card.

- Oh, oh.

- Yeah. - Yes.

- Oh, man, I must have left it back at the house.

- Oh, okay then.

- Can you let me slide?

- Yeah, sure., no problem.

- Appreciate it. (laughs)

- (laughs) Yeah, no problem.

Uh, look here.

Uh, baby boy, what I'm gonna need you to do,

is I'm gonna need you to go ahead on and step out

because the night light's going hit you

before you get on up outta here.

You understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Sideshow Bob, keep it moving.

Little too young, player.

(Willie laughs)

Man, these kids.

- Destiny's Childs, it's on y'all.

(soft upbeat pop music)

(doors slamming)

- Hey, don't be scared to show a little ass.

For real, though.

* Ooh

* I can't stop fantasizing - Mm mm mm.

* About you - Lord have mercy.

Um,

ID, please.

- Oh, sure.

Oops.

Oh my God, I'm just so clumsy today.

- Ooh.

Thank you, Jesus.

Yes.

- It's always wet for you.

You gonna be ready for tonight?

- Hmm.

- I can't wait.

(sighs) Okay.

Bye-bye.

I am so tired of these lame-ass young dudes.

- Yes. - Always wanna fuck

but don't know how.

- Mm-hmm.

- I need something a little more seasoned.

(Willie laughs softly)

- Well, you know... (chuckles)

- So, what's it gonna take

for us to walk out of this place with these drinks?

- Uh, can you say phone numbers

and meet me here tomorrow night?

Same place, same time, ladies.

(Willie laughs)

Viagra can't wait for me, baby.

* I never do

* Got me checking my phone

* Waiting for you

* You bring out things in me

* I never knew

* Got me like ooh

- Hey, ladies,

same time, same place tomorrow night!

With Old Mad Willie, baby.

You understand what I'm saying?

Woo-hoo!

Yeah!

* Uh, it's my birthday

* Uh, it's my birthday

This is what I'm talking about.

Mm, bring it, girl. Bring it.

(Willie howls)

I'm coming, baby,

gonna get me some!

Viagra ain't got nothing on Willie!

Nothing on Willie.

- Girl, naw!

Y'all nasty for that.

- Hell naw!

(Simon laughs)

(deep suspenseful music)

- Right here,

footsteps.

Had to get in right here.

- [Roberts] The report says they didn't take anything.

- But their lives.

- I'm sorry, Sheriff.

I-I'm just trying to make it make sense.

- Even if it was jealousy or hatred or anything like that,

would that make sense?

- You're right.

I couldn't imagine being involved in a case

where my family members were the victims.

You have a strong will, boss.

- Is that what you think?

Right now, I feel like it's just nightmare.

I feel horrible that this happened,

to any family.

But you,

you're lucky you got your family out in Michigan.

- Lucky?

(Roberts scoffs softly)

Well, that's an interesting way to put it.

I get your point,

but a killer would have to go through a hell of a maze

of concrete walls and gates to get to her.

- What, is she in prison?

- Worse,

psych ward.

Yeah. I found her a few years ago.

Out of respect to my foster parents,

I didn't search for her 'til I was about 18.

I just wanted some answers about my origins,

but couldn't get much out of her.

- What happened to your biological father?

- He's dead.

- Shit.

- What's up? (tense dramatic music)

- Oh, it's nothing, just my daughter.

She's hanging out with her friends tonight at a party.

- Oh, well, at least she'll be distracted.

It's somewhere safe?

- Yeah, over there on 20th Avenue,

she should be all right.

- Ah...

I assume there's not gonna be any parents at this hangout.

I could definitely ride by.

- Appreciate that.

- Copy that.

- Thank you.

- [Roberts] You, uh, get lurkers in your neighborhood often?

- [Sheriff] No, no, that don't even look like...

Lemme just run these plates real quick

and see what this is.

(low tense music)

(door slams)

(Bernice chuckles)

(door slams) - Well, hello, Sheriff.

Any new leads?

- Sir?

- Bernice, was you lurking in front of my house?

- Is it a crime to drive past your house, Sheriff?

- Just answer the question.

- Well,

after I left the station,

I decided to help out,

and I started a neighborhood watch.

I see Kelly and her friends are throwing a party tonight.

That's one hell of a way to grieve.

Like father, like daughter, I guess.

- Excuse me?

- Homecoming,

1999.

You just continued on with your life

like everything was all good.

I mean, it was weird,

it was like nothing ever happened.

- Bernice.

(Bernice chuckles)

- Everything okay?

- Yes, darling.

They're just inquiring about the incident.

- Sorry for your loss, Keith.

- Appreciate that.

Did y'all see anything crazy going on

in the neighborhood tonight?

- You mean besides my wife thinking she's one

of Charlie's forgotten angels?

Nah.

You know me, man, I stay out the way.

- All right.

Well, y'all gimme a call if y'all see anything strange.

Preferably you, though.

(Bernice sighs)

All right, be safe.

- [Bernice] Mm-hmm...

- What was that?

That's your people.

That's your people?

They acting strange,

and that's your people, huh?

(soft pop music)

(group chattering)

* Been livin' like I'm a king in that

* Foot on the gas, can't see through the tint

- Zoey!

- Hold on.

What?

- Do you see anybody else on their phone?

- No.

- Then put your phone away or leave.

- This is Brock's house, not yours, by the way.

- House rules, though.

You put your phone in the bucket or get your ass out.

(Zoey scoffs)

- Sorry, I gotta go, Grandma.

Bye.

Happy?

- Ecstatic.

* You work for me now, I'll employ you

- We're not even doing anything.

We're just listening to Ashley's gold-digging stories.

- Uh, excuse me?

I am not a gold digger.

I just like the finer things in life.

- Can you give us an example of the finer things in life?

- (sighs) If you have to ask,

you probably don't have it, honey.

- Indeed. (group laughs)

- Sounds a little shallow, don't you think?

- No, not at all, actually.

- I mean, my dad owns his own house,

and I'll inherit it,

so I'll already be up like 200K.

- Oh.

Where he at?

(group laughing)

- This is a party,

not speed dating.

- Oh, so now you want to engage.

Well, come join the couple then.

- Uh... - What?

(low hip hop music)

- Yeah, I'm not that drunk yet, boy.

- Hella random,

but why don't girls pay us for sex, am I right?

Yeah, I mean, I know they want it more than us.

Right?

- Because women can control their sexual appetite, Bryce.

- Speak for yourself.

- Most women can.

Besides, guys are desperate anyway.

All they want to do is fuck.

- So?

(hand smacks)

- Hey, man, forget all that.

You guys wanna play a game or what?

- Game? - Duh.

- Um, we can play hide-and-go-get-it.

Do you wanna play hide-and-go-get-it?

We can definitely play hide-and-go-get-it.

(group clamoring)

- You know Kelly's prude ass won't go for that anyway.

- Why are you always speaking like you know me like that?

- So, you wanna play?

- No.

- That's what I thought.

- Truth or dare.

- Don't you think we're a little too old for that game?

(Bryce muttering) (group laughing)

- Didn't y'all say y'all want to party?

- (sighs) Fine.

Truth or dare?

- Mm...

Dare.

(group muttering)

- I dare you to dance like a chicken.

- What? - Boo!

Next!

- No, a dare is a dare.

- Wow... - (laughs) Bryce!

Get it, Bryce. Yeah!

- Don't twerk, don't twerk.

Don't do that.

Don't do that.

(Bryce sighs)

- My turn.

Truth or dare?

- We're not the only ones playing.

- (sighs) Come on, dude.

- Fine, dare.

What?

- Hmm...

I dare you to kiss Brock.

- Oh! - Bryce, Bryce...

(group laughing)

- Really?

- Ooh. Bryce.

- Really? - What? Okay.

- No tongue, bitch.

- Oh! (group laughing)

(group chattering)

- Um, this is getting a little too explicit for me,

so I'm just gonna step out for some fresh air.

- No, no no no. - No!

- Bring that ass here, girl.

- Better be careful out there.

The weeping widow might get ya.

- The who? (low creepy music)

- What?

You don't know?

- You've never heard (Claudette laughs)

of the weeping widow?

- No, I don't think so.

(Claudette laughs)

- It's an old legend in our neighborhood.

Legend says when you hear her cry at night,

she's gonna suck the blood out of you!

- No, no, no, no, no, no,

she doesn't suck your blood.

She's not a vampire.

I heard she sings a melody that blocks your brain waves

and gives you cancer,

ass cancer!

(group laughs)

- [Bryce] Nice. (Todd laughs)

- She don't fuck with virgins, though,

so you'll be fine.

- Shut up.

I'll take my chances.

- So that means we can play hide-and-go-get-it, right?

Can we play hide-and-go-get-it?

- No. - Really?

- Stop with that already.

- I'll get some fresh air too.

- You know what, Simon?

You done become real boring

since you started hanging around Kelly and her square ass.

- Her ass look pretty round from here.

(hand smacks)

- That's my best friend, asshole.

- What? I got eyes too.

- [Simon] We'll be back.

- Anyways, um, Brock,

you didn't give me a tour of the house yet.

- What the fuck? I didn't get a tour.

- You ain't nobody.

- I showed y'all the house, soon as I...

(kick thumps)

Oh, oh...

I mean, (chuckles)

there is one room that I forgot to show you.

Let's go on ahead. Come on, come on.

Y'all keep y'all hands where I can see 'em.

- Let's go in Brock's kitchen

and find his mom's wine stash, okay?

- That part.

You know her alcoholic ass has it hidden

somewhere around here. - Mm-hmm.

- Let's check the fridge.

(Claudette laughs)

Uh, Todd, you coming, right?

- That wasn't the game I was hoping for,

but I guess I've gotta come! - Oh, just come on!

- Truth or dare?

- Dare.

(fire crackling softly)

- [Kelly] Thanks for coming out here with me.

- That's what I'm here for.

- What about your hoes at school?

You there for them too?

- What hoes?

- You know,

half of the cheerleader team,

a third of the volleyball team,

and two teachers.

- You heard all about that, huh?

I'm just playing.

That shit is just rumors.

Most of it, anyway.

But to be honest,

that doesn't mean anything.

This moment,

you and me right here,

it's all that matters to me.

- Oh.

But why me?

Out of all the girls you could have. (chuckles)

And if you say it's because I'm different,

I'm gonna push you in that fire pit.

- It's because you're unlike any other girl I know.

Okay? Let's put that down.

(Kelly chuckles)

(Zoey screams)

Shit.

What the fuck, Zoe?

- You should see y'all's faces.

- You think that shit was funny?

My aunt and uncle were murdered last night!

And you're running around here playing?

- Sorry. - I oughta beat your-

- Oh, oh, oh, oh, okay, okay, okay, okay...

- I, I'm sorry.

Geez, take a joke.

Hold her back.

It was just a dare that Bryce gave me.

- Fuck that!

I'm tired of playing y'all games tonight.

I'm going home. Move.

Let go of me!

(low ominous music)

- Ew!

Brock's parents didn't pay the light bill?

- It's a good thing they have backup lights.

Uh, Todd, can you go find us our phones?

Maybe we can use the flashlights or something.

- Uh, our phones are gone.

- [Bryce] Quit playing around,

where's our phones? - What?

- Come on. - I'm not playing.

Come see for yourself.

- What the fuck is going on?

- I'm gonna check the couch.

- Who was the last one with the phones?

- I don't know.

- Oh shit.

God damn!

Oh man, keep going. (Lara moans)

Keep going, I'm almost there.

(Lara moans)

I'm almost there. - Ooh.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I have a cramp. (low upbeat music)

I got a cramp.

Let's switch. (Brock mutters)

Just switch. - What?

Oh, you know, I do like it on top.

Oh yeah.

(tense ominous music)

- Hey,

I think the lights went out.

- Baby, the lights been out.

- No, look under the door,

the lights are out.

- [Brock] Baby, the lights been out.

What are you talking about?

- No, it's not right.

Oh my gosh.

- Well, maybe they getting in the mood.

Now, can we please get back to fucking?

- (sighs) Fine.

- Ooh! - So romantic, Brock.

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

- [Brock] I'm almost there again.

Almost there again.

(door knocks) God!

- Oh my gosh.

- Damn it, hold on.

(door knocking)

Yes, I swear,

I can't have five seconds.

That's it.

(door knocking) Damn it.

What?

- Here, here...

I-I was just coming up here to ask,

(Brock imitates stammering)

to ask if you guys have our phones.

Do you guys have our phones?

- Do we look like we have your phones?

- No, it's because we-

- [Brock] Do it look like we have your phones?

- No, but it's because we can't find them.

- Well, go find 'em.

- No, but see,

that's, that's not it works.

Yo, what are you doing?

Can you stop?

(stammering) My glasses.

(door slams)

- Now,

where were we?

(Brock laughs) (door knocking)

What?

- I'm sure you were too busy to notice,

but the power's out.

- I knew it!

- W-what,

what are you doing?

Why are you still here?

- Look, where's your breaker box?

- In the garage.

(door thuds)

Baby, what are you doing?

- Didn't you just hear Todd?

The lights are out,

and they can't find their phones.

We need to go see what's up.

- Girl, damn them phones!

And we don't need the lights to do

what we was about to start doing.

Come on, now.

- Oh my gosh, Brock.

Not every thing about you and getting what you want.

- Oh my gosh.

Why not?

Baby, you just need to calm down. Please.

- Don't tell me to calm down!

- Well... (door knocks)

I don't know if I should thank him right now

or if I should kill him. (chuckles)

What?

(deep ominous music)

(Lara gasps)

(Lara screams)

- Hey, listen, listen.

Do y'all hear that?

(Lara screams)

(Claudette laughs softly) Oh, damn.

My guy tearing her ass up.

(Lara screams)

(Lara screams)

(flesh squelching)

- Ooh, I know fake moans when I hear it. (laughs)

- Okay! (hands slap)

(both laugh)

Ooh. - Meow.

(both laughing)

- Uh... Yuck.

Why do you look like that?

(door thuds)

- Hmm... - Are y'all done

playing hide-and-go-get-it?

- (laughs) The only ones getting it is Brock

and Kelly's bestie.

(shushes) Just listen.

(Lara screams faintly)

- Oh my God.

- Mm-hmm. - Why would I want to listen

to this? - Are those dogs' noises?

- That's how babies are made.

- Zoey, you know you're a freak.

(deep ominous music)

- So, I found the breaker box,

but more importantly,

I found more booze!

- [Bryce] Hey, y'all wanna play a drinking game

or something?

- I have a better idea.

How about a scavenger hunt for our damn phones?

- What do you mean?

- Oh yeah, our phones are missing.

- What? - Surprise.

- [Simon] Y'all told Brock and Lara?

- [Todd] They said they don't have them.

- [Simon] And who turned the power off?

(door knocking)

- Uh...

(Todd muttering)

Why me?

(Todd gasps)

It's the police.

- Can you be serious for once, Todd?

Damn!

- You were saying?

- Good evening, everyone.

I'm Officer Bailey Roberts.

I work under the command of Kelly's father,

Sheriff Keith James.

He sent me over here to check on you all.

Well, mostly Kelly.

No offense to the rest of you.

So, uh, how's it going?

Especially with the, uh, obvious underage drinking.

- Someone stole our phones, Bailey.

- Someone as in one of you?

Your father says you kids are quite the pranksters.

So, uh, who has 'em?

Ah, let's not all speak at once now.

- To be honest, Bailey-

- Ah, it's Officer Roberts to you.

- Officer Roberts,

the only ones who weren't alarmed

about the missing phones

were the people upstairs bumping and grinding.

- Wow, Todd.

Boredom got you so bad that you be snatching a 12?

- There's more of you?

Show me where they are.

- Follow me, Officer Roberts.

(stairs stomping)

- Remind me to kick his ass later.

- I don't know about y'all,

but I want to see their faces

when Officer Roberts walks in on them.

(chuckles softly) Come on.

(stairs stomping) (friends chuckling quietly)

(group shushing)

- I didn't think I needed reinforcements,

but, uh, here we are.

(friends chuckle softly)

- Sorry, Miss Officer Lady,

but we couldn't missed this one.

(Todd chuckles)

(door knocks)

- Hm.

Well, y'all are gonna be disappointed

because it sounds like they're sleeping.

(group chattering indistinctly)

(all exclaim) (dramatic music)

Y'all go downstairs and stay inside.

I'll call for back up. Go.

Go!

- You guys, you guys, wait.

My smoking buddy Carter lives down the street.

He said I could always crash there if I need to.

Maybe there's a phone there or something,

and we can call for help.

Let's go!

(group clamoring) (Kelly screams)

- Come on! She said go downstairs.

(suspenseful music) (group chattering)

- Shit!

The keys aren't here.

- [All] What? - He just had to go

with his parents to Cancun.

It's okay, it's okay-

- Oh my God, are you serious?

- Come on, Zoey! (car horn honking)

- What the fuck is that?

Is that a horn?

(intense ominous music)

- Come on!

- Where are you...

- Where did the horn come from?

I don't see anyone out here.

- You guys! (friends shout)

Come on, you guys, I got it open. Let's go.

- Wait!

I'm going out there for help.

Does anybody wanna come with me?

- What? - Are you crazy?

- Get in this house or I'll lock you all out.

- Claudette!

- You're staying out here,

we're not taking anymore chances.

- Oh fuck you!

(door slams)

(deep ominous music)

- Claudette!

Hi, darling.

- Mrs. Stevens?

This be your nosy ass creeping

around this neighborhood this whole time?

(door slams)

Whose car is this?

- (chuckles) Now, this is the designated

neighborhood watch car.

I am the leader of the group,

and currently the only member at the moment,

but that's besides the point.

- Well, (chuckles)

you're doing an amazing job!

(both chuckle)

There's a killer on the loose.

- I've been patrolling out here all night.

There's no one out here.

You kids and your silly ghost stories.

- Bitch, who the fuck said ghost?

I said killer.

You know, the motherfuckers that create ghosts?

(fingers snapping) Wake the fuck up.

- Your generation has no respect

for your elders. (Claudette sighs heavily)

(Claudette groans)

- Oh, go suck on a titty, bitch.

Now, take me home, Captain Watchdog.

- Now, you think

that I'm gonna take you home

after you have the audacity to speak to me that way?

- Okay,

you can tell my parents how bad I've been.

Just get this shit rolling. What the fuck?

- Oh, you bet you I will.

You know what?

I don't know where the youth is going.

It's bad enough that you wanna dress like a bunch

of pimps and hoes, (low ominous music)

but you have nothing but filth coming out of your mouth!

(flesh squelches)

- Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

(Claudette exclaiming)

(flesh squelching) (Claudette gasping)

(Claudette coughs)

- What the fuck is going on? - Where's Claudette?

(deep ominous music)

(Ashley gasps)

(Kelly screams)

- (panting) What the fuck?

What the fuck? What the fuck?

What the fuck?

(Ashley exclaims)

- [Zoey] What is this?

- Oh fuck this!

(gun blasts)

Okay, okay. Run, run!

(door slams) (Todd gasps)

- What's wrong with y'all?

Y'all don't wanna see the face of the killer?

Scary asses.

(deep foreboding music)

Is that...

Oh, fuck!

Why, Claudette?

Oh shit!

(flesh squelching) (dramatic ominous music)

- How the fuck did this happen?

- Guys, I don't mean to break up your Kodak moment,

but where the fuck is Todd?

Can someone go check on him?

Hello? (hand slaps)

- Y'all stay put.

I'll go check it out.

- Thank you. (hand slaps)

- I can't take this anymore. I need to smoke.

I know where his extra stash is upstairs.

- No, no, no, no, we're dying over here, Zoey.

Sit your ass down.

Jesus Christ.

- This is crazy.

- All right.

I couldn't find anything.

The killer, Todd, gone.

- Of course. - What?

- My daddy ain't raised no fool.

I'm going home.

- No, Kelly. - Give me my gun.

- [Ashley] Kelly, no.

- I gotta do what I gotta do.

- Please, stay- - My gun!

- Kelly, don't go, please.

Everybody else is gone.

(Ashley exhales heavily)

- Y'all be careful.

- You'd be a fool to go alone, Kelly.

(Simon sighs)

Take care of the girls, Bryce.

(Ashley exhales nervously)

- Well, what the fuck are we gonna do?

- [Ashley] I think we should hide, obviously.

- Yeah, it'll give the police

a nice little game of scavenger hunt

when they search for our corpses.

- Well, what do you suggest, fearless leader?

- Stay here and fight.

There's three of us and one of him.

Plus, I got this.

(glass shatters)

Run.

- Officer Wilcox.

- Sir?

- Have you seen Officer Roberts?

- No, sir.

Um, why would you ask me?

- I mean, it's obviously why I'm asking you.

- Look, sir,

I know there's a lot of rumors going around,

and I have a reputation,

but whoever your girl was banging

in the back of that squad car a couple of weeks ago,

it wasn't me.

A-and wait,

and before you mention the body cam footage

of the incident circulating the office,

I will admit that that body cam was indeed registered to me.

B-but someone picked up my vest

b-by mistake in the locker room,

and, and...

Wait.

Did you say Officer Roberts or Officer Robinson?

- Officer Roberts,

from the academy you graduated with?

- Oh!

Um, no.

Is she missing?

- Yeah, but we gonna find her.

- W-we?

I mean, we.

- Yeah, you and I.

- Okay, all right.

- Hey, about Ms. Stevenson, the interrogation,

how did that turn out?

- (sighs) I don't know, man.

Something, something weird.

You know, she rambled on about Kingston High

and unfinished business.

I just know we need to pay close attention to her.

- All right. Get to call.

- Yes, sir.

(dramatic ominous music)

- [Ashley] (breathing heavily) Oh my God.

Please don't let me...

(deep intense music)

OMG, OMG, OMG.

(Ashley exclaims)

(Ashley groaning) (deep intense music)

(metal clicking)

- You killed my friends.

You killed a cop.

And you killed my principal.

Thanks for that one, by the way,

but you're not gonna kill me.

I saw you get shot,

and you're still here?

You seem unstoppable,

so I'm coming at you head on

to ask if I could help you out.

Yeah?

We should team up, just like in "Scream."

I can help you go kill Kelly and Simon right now.

I know where they are. Come on, let's go kill them.

Fish in a barrel.

You got an extra mask?

Well, it doesn't matter...

(flesh squelches) (Bryce grunts)

(Bryce groaning)

(flesh squelches)

I'll see you in hell.

(low tense music)

- You coward, hiding behind that mask.

I fucking hate you!

(flesh squelching) (Zoey groaning)

- Oh shit!

Officer Roberts.

(Roberts breathing heavily)

It's me, it's me, it's me.

Oh, you were hit up pretty bad.

(Roberts groans)

- Shit. - Did you get 'em?

- No, but he got some of the kids.

(Roberts groans)

Come on, we gotta get you patched up real bad.

- Oh, no, don't worry about me.

I'm sorry, sir, I, I should have protected them.

We gotta go get this killer.

- We gotta get you to a hospital.

- No, no, no, no. - Come on,

we gotta get up. - We gotta go get this killer.

(growing ominous music)

(intense ominous music)

- Wait, wait.

What the fuck are we doing here, Kelly?

- I don't know about you,

but I'm not losing anyone else tonight.

- Stop!

- What the fuck are you doing, Simon?

- Come on.

I've always admired your intelligence.

Figure it out, Officer Kelly.

- So you're the killer?

That's senselessly killing our friends

and my family?

But how? You've been with me practically the whole night.

So what's the plan?

To trap everyone inside and then kill me out here?

- No, silly.

We.

- We?

- Yes, we need you alive to pin the murders on.

Totally worked in this movie "Wolves" Lawrence made us watch

a while ago.

My only job was to babysit you all night

while my associate took care of business.

- Associate?

So you're working with this psycho?

And that's all we are to you?

Business.

- Since I'm getting paid, yeah. (chuckles)

And everyone goes their separate ways

after high school anyway.

- How could you be so cold?

I thought we were making a connection

through all this chaos.

I can't believe I was gonna give you some.

- Really?

(intense dramatic music) (blow thuds)

- If you come after me, I will kill you.

(gunshot blasts) (Simon groans)

(Simon screams)

- You bitch!

(Simon groaning)

(tense foreboding music)

- What are you doing here?

I thought you was dead.

- You.

You missed killing me

by three inches.

- Freeze, motherfucker!

I'm aiming to kill this time.

(intense music continues)

- Guess I wasn't the only one

who inherited daddy's killer genes, huh, sis?

- It's been you this whole time?

- Yeah.

- With a little help from a self-inflicted flesh wound

and somebody to keep you occupied.

Oh, fuck!

Did you kill Simon?

(tuts) He was so cute.

- I'm not a killer like you.

I'm nothing like you.

- I wouldn't be so sure about that, sis.

- Stop calling me sis!

We are not friends.

- Of course.

You're right.

We're more than sisters.

I would let my mother explain it,

but you gave her a lifetime of brain damage,

you fucking piece of shit!

(laughs) I thought all the effort that I put

into decorating this place would jog your memory.

But you'll have to excuse me,

I only had a few reference photos.

- Liar!

(pensive music)

(keys rattle)

- All right, what's wrong, Davina?

You've had that look on your face all night.

- Keith,

(exhales softly) I have a secret.

- What is it, beautiful?

Davina, you know you can tell me anything.

- Keith, I'm pregnant.

- You're what?

Oh shit.

- Wait, what's wrong?

It's everything that we've been talking about.

- I know.

- Is everything okay?

- No, I'm just...

I'm speechless.

(pensive music continues)

- You killed her, you idiot!

- It was an accident.

- What are you gonna do now?

I mean, w-w-we can't leave your truck here.

- I don't know.

- Mom and dad are gonna flip! - I don't know.

- Damn, Keith!

(Keith sobs softly)

- Darius, what are you doing?

Darius, wait, wait.

No, we can't do this, Darius.

Stop! Stop.

Darius, wait, wait.

I'll do it.

(Keith sniffles)

(Keith mumbles softly)

(flesh squelches) (Davina gasps)

(Davina groaning)

- Listen to me.

Let her bleed out.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, look at me.

Listen.

I'm gonna call 911 from the payphone I saw down the street.

Okay?

Just get in the car.

Get in the car!

(tense music)

- I'll just skip to the part where your brother left us.

You left us for dead.

But look at us now.

Still breathing.

- [Kelly] Is this true?

- You told me.

- What are you talking about, Roberts?

- Five years ago, you left this note

on my grandmother's death bed,

and you confessed to it all.

I found it the first time I visited my mother

at the hospital.

I guess you needed a clear conscience,

but what you did was create your worst nightmare.

I vowed from that day forward

to destroy everything that you love

and let you watch.

I wanted to discredit your ability to be a father,

a brother, and a protector of this town.

(laughs) This took years to plan.

I mean, do you know how fucking mundane cop work is?

If I had to arrest another sick fuck stroking his meat

on a bus stop,

I would have probably fucking killed myself.

But I remained patient,

and I decided to bring you here to end it all,

right where it started

23 years ago.

Oh, look, Daddy,

Mommy wants to dance.

Let's party like it's 1999.

Let me go turn on the music.

- [Kelly] Freeze, you crazy bitch.

- Oh, Kelly,

have you not been paying attention?

Are you really still pointing the gun at me?

Okay, okay.

Now, I'll admit, I, I was gonna frame you for the murders,

but we are both victims here.

If your trigger finger is that itchy,

that's the motherfucker you should be looking at

to scratch it!

(Kelly sniffs)

- Y'all should have stayed dead.

(gun slide clicks)

(gunshots blast)

(soft melancholy music)

(Kelly sniffling)

- Always.

- Always.

(soft melancholy music continues)

(soft melancholy music continues)

(soft melancholy music continues)

(soft melancholy music continues)

(soft melancholy music continues)

(soft melancholy music continues)