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(melancholic music)

- Just 'cause you're a transfer

doesn't mean you can do whatever the fuck you want.

What'd you do anyway?

- Those girls deserved what they got.

(music growing tense) All of 'em.

(metal clicking) - You sick fuck.

(metal springing)

(officer grunting)

(tense music continues)

(officer grunting)

(officer gasping)

(shot firing)

(inmate choking) Oh fuck.

(inmate gasping)

What did I do?

(intense music) (air whooshing)

(menacing music)

(women screaming)

(music growing intense)

(upbeat music)

(driver coughing)

- Okay, seriously, you need to slow down.

You're gonna spill it. - Dude, seriously.

Shut up, all right?

I've got this under control.

(liquid splashing) Oh.

- I told you. - Shut up.

Great, now it looks like I pissed myself.

- Yeah, and you have vodka all over my car.

- Who cares, we're going to Vegas, okay?

Everybody smells like vodka.

- Okay, well I care because if we get pulled over,

we're gonna be in trouble.

(upbeat music continues) (vehicle passing)

- Just shut up, all right?

You're always bitching about something.

- Well yeah, because this isn't cool,

we're breaking the law right now.

- This isn't cool, we're breaking the law right now.

- Okay, focus on the road.

(vehicle passing)

(all yelling over each other)

(women screaming) (tires screeching)

(body hitting ground) - Oh my God.

- Shit, shit. - What the fuck

did you just do? - Shit, you guys.

- [Eden] What the fuck did you just do, Eboni?

- I don't know, I think I hit a deer or something.

- [Jackie] It's not a deer.

(tense music) It's a fucking police officer.

(Sunday screaming)

- Is he, is he dead?

- [Jackie] You don't need a doctor to call this one.

(Sunday sobbing)

(music growing intense)

(air whooshing)

- [Eden] We need to call the cops now.

- No. - What?

He needs an ambulance.

- An ambulance isn't gonna help.

- It was clearly an accident.

- Why do I feel so drunk right now?

- Because we have been drinking, you idiot!

- Fuck, I don't wanna spend my whole life in jail.

- Are you okay, Eboni?

Because he was looking at you.

- I'm fine. - Are you sure?

Because I'm definitely not fine.

- What the fuck do we do now?

- We gotta dump the body.

- What? - Dump the body?

Do you hear yourself?

No, we need to call the cops.

- We really don't have a choice,

I just killed a police officer.

- That's right Eboni, you just fucking killed someone.

- You really don't have to be so bitchy.

Do you wanna spend the rest of your life in jail?

- No, I don't. - Man, this is so fucked.

- So what do we do now?

- Eboni, are you gonna fucking do something?

- Come on. (Sunday sobbing)

(ominous music) (vehicle passing)

- I don't feel so good. - You're fine.

Just keep it together.

(Sunday sobbing)

(car beeping)

(vehicle stuttering to a stop)

- Seriously?

Seriously, what else could possibly go wrong right now?

Eboni, are you even listening to me?

- Do you have a jerry can?

- A jerry can, what are you an old man?

Do you mean do I have a tank of gas in the back of my car?

No, I don't have a jerry can.

- All I've seen for the last couple of miles

was that creepy motel.

- There's a gas station up the road about a mile.

- And how do you know that?

- I checked the maps online before we left the house.

- Well, that's the first time in your life

you've ever been prepared.

- Somebody needs to stay with the car.

- Okay Sunday, baby?

You stay here, okay?

- No, no, I don't wanna be left alone.

- I could stay with her. - Okay, no.

You got us into this mess,

so you're gonna get us out of this mess.

- You know, I'm actually not feeling like myself.

Maybe I should stay.

- Okay, yeah, you know what, that's fine.

I'll just fucking do everything.

(Eboni chuckling) - Settle down there, sis.

- Seriously, now is not the time.

Fucking, fucking kidding me.

Oh great, no service.

- I just wanted to get high.

(Sunday retching)

(glass bottle dragging)

(door opening)

(ominous music)

We should've gone to Cancun.

Planes don't hit people.

Just seagulls and their shit.

(bottle breaking) (Sunday retching)

- You okay, sweetie?

- I've never drank that much.

Not feeling well.

- I can make you feel better.

(flesh tearing) (Sunday gasping)

- You like it when I put it in your throat.

(Eboni chuckling)

- What was that?

- [Jackie] I didn't hear anything.

- No, I heard something behind us.

- No, it's just the green, it's making you paranoid.

- Okay, well let's just get to the gas station

and get back, so we can end this night already.

- Oh, come on!

This is not cross country.

How are you running with those shoes, ugh.

(ominous music continues)

And now I'm alone, thank you.

Wonderful. (coyote howling)

Rainbows and puppies, Jackie.

Rainbows and puppies.

(music grows creepier)

- Hey, brunette.

(Jackie screaming)

(something falling)

- Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie, where are you?

Jackie.

(aggressive music) (Eden crying)

Somebody please, somebody please, somebody help me, please!

Help.

Anybody here?

Oh my God, no.

What the fuck, what the fucking fuck?

(aggressive music finishes) (Eden sobbing)

What the fuck?

(locked handle turning) (Eden gasping)

- Eden? - Eboni?

Is that you?

- Yeah. (door opening)

- Oh my God, are you okay?

What happened?

- Just having a little fun.

That's all (chuckles).

- What is going on?

- What do you mean?

(Eden gasping) Where do you think

you're going? (flesh ripping)

(Eden screaming) - Bitch.

(door shutting)

(malevolent music) (Eden screaming)

- You have a really pretty mouth.

I guess that means I do too, huh?

- You're not my sister. - No.

(flesh smacking)

(Eden screaming)

You've been a very dirty girl.

Somebody needs to clean you up.

(metal striking)

(flesh smacking)

(flesh ripping) (Eden screaming)

(Eboni yelling)

(music grows more intense)

- How 'bout a taste of your own medicine?

(flesh ripping)

(metal hitting)

(intense music) (air whooshing)

- I was always the hotter one anyway.

(upbeat music)

(ominous music)