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# Summer, time to suffocate #

# I'm faded #

# I see the pictures
telling me it's fine #

# I think about the good of things #

# Why can't I get off my butt #

# Maybe it's the weather now #

# Maybe it's the environment #

# So much to do, why am I bored #

# Will it now be so hard #

# It's so hard #

# Summer, time to suffocate #

# I'm faded #

# Should I pick up a guitar and play #

# I hit the notes like never before #

# Why can't I just do something #

# Maybe it's the weather now #

# Maybe it's the environment #

# So much to do, why am I bored #

# Will it now be so hard #

# Maybe it's the weather now #

Okay, boys and girls.

That's gonna do it for us this evening.

We hope you had a fabulous
time here at Roller King.

Come back and see us!

# Will it now be so hard #

- Roller King, this is Rachel.

Satan!

- Fuck off!

- Wendy the hoe.

Felicia the slut.

- Hey, Cara. Ready?

Any problems tonight?

- Just the usual.

No onions. Why is the soda so flat?

Why are your prices so high?

As if we have any control over it.

Some birthday though.

- I didn't know it was your birthday.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'd have let you off the hook.

- It's not the end of the world,

but how was your night?

Did he call again?

- Uh-huh.

- I never get the chance
to answer the phone.

How many times?

- Three times.

- Oh my goodness.
- What?

- So, you get anything good tonight?

That's it?

- That's it, genius.

Found it in the parking lot.

- What about those two guys

you busted on the railing?

Oh!

Ah, where's the rest of it?

- Flushed it down the toilet.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. I'll
give you five bucks for it.

- I'm not a dealer, man.

Get your own stuff, and
don't bring it here.

Every time I come here,
it's something different.

Last time it was bubble gum in my hair.

This time it's soda pop.

I'm never going to come back.

You guys gotta take
better care of this place.

- That dude looked like a fag.

- So, are you going to go out with him?

- I don't know.

- Did you look him up?

- I don't even know his last name.

- Worst case scenario,
you call him and find out

just like we did back in my day.

- Ladies, sorry to interrupt.

I flushed that weed down the toilet

and sent those two kids home.

They're both 15.

I told them, "Hey, don't come back. "

You know, they're only 15.

That's fine.

- This came off another guy.

He has also been sent home

and the cops should be coming
by tomorrow to pick it up.

I'll be outside if you
need me for anything.

- Great, another police
report with my name on it.

Thanks, Mike.

So, is he cute?

- I mean, yeah.

- Then what's the problem?

- Gotta take a shit.

Hey, French, you see this?

Yeah.

- Toilet's kinda tripping.

Shit!

- What?

There's no graffiti.

- So?

- What the hell am I supposed to read?

- I'm all done, Rachel.

- Okay, Alicia.

- I'll see you on Tuesday.

- Don't forget that we're going to start

the two sessions a day
now that school's out.

- Okay. That's fine.

- All right. Do you
want Mike to walk you out?

- No, Eddie's picking me up.

That's fine.

- All right. Well, be safe.

- All right, I will, bye.

- Bye.

- Yo, Mike, let me see that picture, man.

Hah, nice, dude!

That's like barn door red, bro.

Let me have it.

- No.

- Hey, did you really flush that weed?

- I sure did.

- In the men's room?

- Where do you think?

- Did you see that sign on the john?

- You mean the one that says,
"Toilet's kinda tripping"?

Yes.

- Fuck, he really did flush it.

Fuck, Mike. That's such a waste, man.

That sucks.

You got any cigarettes?

- Get your own smokes, man.

- You know what? I'm
going to do even better.

Fuck, he's so wasteful.

Mike, God damn it.

I'll show you better, dude.

- What are you looking for?

- You'll see.

- What are you doing?

Can you just tell me
what you're looking for?

- Tea bags, tea bags,
I'm looking for tea bags.

- You want iced tea?

- They're under the
sink. We never use them.

- Yeah!

Primo right here.

- The dumpster is sealed,

the back door is locked,

and my report about the
knife is in the ticket booth.

- That's great. You can take off.

You've done enough for tonight.

- You ready to leave?

- No, we still have a while
here, but you can go home.

I mean, I know this is your second job.

- Yes, ma'am, but I think I should stay.

No, it's okay, really.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, don't worry.

I'll activate the alarms.

French and Daley are here.

- All right.

I'll take one more lap around
the building and then I'll go.

- Sounds great.

Thanks again, Mike.

- This, this is the good shit.

What's up, Rach?

What's up, boss?

What's going on here?

- A little lesson for the day.

French, grab me a straw, buddy.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, are you
really gonna smoke that?

- Heh, I sure am.

Anybody got a light?

Oh, it's so, it's good.

It's good, man. Try it, try it.

Oh, but don't let it go out.

Don't let it go out, man.

Don't let it go out.

Heh, yeah.

- Kind of strange.

I wanna try it.

- Oh, I haven't done that
since middle school, shit!

Oh my God.

Yeah!

Gimme that. Gimme that.

Come on, Rachel!

Yeah?

Come on!

- No.

Don't let it go out!

- It won't make
you fail a drug test.

Promise!

- Wow, look at me, hanging
out with a bunch of teenagers.

Smoking a tea bag.

I have reached an all new low.

- Good stuff. Good stuff.

Good stuff. Who wants one?

- Oh, you know, hit me up with me one.

- It makes the back of my head tingle.

- You know, I used to smoke coffee too.

No, you didn't.

- Yeah.

Hell, if it burns, I've tried to smoke it.

I used to take the sawdust
home from shop class

and try to smoke that.

I mean, by tea's the best thing

if you ain't got nothing else.

- You're a weird motherfucker.

- Coming from the guy who
dips his popcorn in mustard.

- Tastes better than real cigarettes.

- Tea or mustard?

Both.

- Look what I found!

Alicia left her purse.

- Let's raid it.

- No, leave it alone.

I'll put it in the office later.

- You oughta throw it in a dumpster.

- That's a great idea.

- Be nice. We all know
you don't like each other.

- - Hey, I've got nothing against her.

You know, I just think
her ass looks like a TV,

and square and shit,

and I just keep waiting
for the channel to change.

- Weren't you the one who
tried go out with Alicia?

- Yeah, but that was just for sex.

- Is this shit going to
give me the munchies?

So, Daley, how do you like
working at the skate counter?

- It's all right.

I mean, it's pretty
boring on the weeknights.

I usually just sit around
and try to figure out

what kind of socks to wear next Tuesday.

- So have you decided

what socks you're gonna wear next Tuesday?

- Next three Tuesdays.

- Do you know what socks
you're going to wear

on Independence Day?

- I ain't got that far yet.

Probably by next week, though.

- Well, now that school's out,

you won't have as much
time to think about it,

especially with the day campers.

Seriously...

Was it Satan again?

- No, just someone calling to
see if we had any specials.

- Specials? It's a skating rink.

- I know, right?

- It must have been a cheapskate.

A cheap skate.

- Oh, no.

- Boo!

- Come on, guys!

- Okay, but what about the Satan guy?

- Yeah, do we have any leads yet?

- It's probably some bored freshmen.

- It's probably some asshole

who used to work at this dump.

- Exactly.

The cops say they're on it,

but he's calling from a payphone.

Several payphones, actually.

He'll never get caught.

- A payphone?

25 cents a pop?

Shit, the dude's gotta spent
at least 50 bucks by now.

- Well, what does he even say

when you guys pick up the phone?

Satan!

I'm sorry I don't get to answer the phone

when I'm working at the snack bar.

- Just be thankful you
don't have to smell skates

that haven't been cleaned since 1981.

- Well, maybe you should
clean the skates, Daley.

- Yeah, do you guys ever get people

who try to not return the skates?

Not really.

- Why would anyone not
want to return our skates?

- I'm assuming it's the same cheapskates

who try and call and ask about specials.

- Our skates have been
here since like 1981.

- Oh, so you're saying he wasn't kidding?

- The ones in the back, the
brown ones, the size 13s?

They don't get a lot of miles on them,

so they've been here
since the place opened.

- Ew.

- Hey Rachel, what's the
deal with the lawsuit?

- Who knows?

- What lawsuit?

- The skateway's being sued.

- For real?

- Yeah, back in March, when
the fat lady fell, she's suing.

- Where's Al Bundy when you need him?

- You think this place will close down?

- Nah, we've got insurance
and the sign out front

clearly says, "Skate at your own risk. "

We do all the right things,

and it didn't close
down when that kid died.

- What kid?

- What happened?

- Well, some fat lady who
shouldn't have been skating

fell and broke her finger.

She's suing.

- I was obviously talking
about the kid that died.

What happened?

- Yeah, a kid died here back in the 80s.

- What happened?

- Well, he was epileptic,

and he had a seizure because
of the strobe lights.

He collapsed on the floor,

and then got ran over by
the speed skate session.

- Ouch

Parents didn't know about
strobe lights and seizures?

- It was the babysitter that brought him.

She didn't know any better.

She learned the hard way.

- And then the parents sued?

- Yeah, they got a settlement,

but I don't know the terms of it.

It was real hush-hush.

It didn't close down then.

There's a lot of lawsuits that
you guys don't know about.

- Whatever happened to the babysitter?

Who knows?

- Well, the tragic irony
is that the parents

have enough money to
put the kid in college.

Ugh, man, Daley.

You're a jerk.

- I'm a polite dick.

- And you're honest.

- Now, I'll be the first to admit that.

So would your parents.

- Race you for the lockers?

Let's go.

Ready? Go.

- I'll bet the bathroom French wins.

- I'll take Daley. He plays dirty.

- Okay, you heard her.

So don't let Cara weasel
out when French wins.

- Hey, Rachel.

So what's up with you and Brandon?

- I don't know. I haven't
talked to him since Wednesday.

- Do you think you guys
will get back together?

I really don't care right now.

I'm not going to play
those stupid games anymore.

- So, they still play
games when they're 30.

- Oh, the games get much worse.

You get married men trying to tell you

that they're separated
or getting divorced.

- Maybe I should be glad I'm single.

How about a game?

- You suck.

- When did you get so fucking good?

- I've been taking Sunday
classes with kiddies, French.

- Whatever.

It's the first time you've beaten me.

- It's the first time I've tried.

I won!

- Shit!

- Don't let her try to
weasel out when French loses.

By the way, somebody clogged
the middle stall again.

- Damn it.

- Tampons again?

- Tampons, paper towel,
an empty cigarette box.

You name it, it's in there.

- Oh my God.

- It's not that bad.

- Last weekend, we found a girl

who stuffed her entire bra in there.

- When I first started working here,

we found much worse things in there.

- So, uh, what'd you bring?

- A six pack and half a bottle of tequila.

- Half a bottle?

- It's all I could get.

- Where's it at?

- It's in the fridge.

- Well, bust out with it then, Frenchie.

Come on, man.

- You think Rachel will be okay with it?

- She's here, isn't she?

Besides, her boyfriend's
out messing around on her,

and I bet you she wants
to get fucked up too.

Would you ever hook up with Rachel?

- Would you?

I asked you first, Frenchie.

'Cause I would.

I mean, I wouldn't make her
my girlfriend or anything,

but I'd hit that.

- You'd get with any chick.

- Yeah.

- Even some 80-year-old granny.

- Yeah, I'd fuck a bitch

just to say I fucked that bitch.

- You are one sick
motherfucker, you know that?

But yeah, I'd get with Rachel.

She'd be an easy score.

- He just thinks I'm an easy score.

- Alicia's an easy score.

- I just want a boyfriend
who'll call to talk to me.

Not just to get laid.

- Isn't that the only reason they'd call?

- Think about it.

You wouldn't have to call
in or any of that bullshit,

hooking up with Rachel.

Banging her right here on this floor,

wearing nothing but a pair
of roller skates, Frenchie.

- It's like some seventies porn plot.

- Like you don't skip
ahead to the good stuff.

- Yeah, but it doesn't mean
you can't tell what's going on

even when you fast forward.

- Dude, dude, that reminds me,

the other day, Cara asked me,

she says, "Oh my God, have
you ever seen a porno?"

Stupid.

- He'll get tired of watching porn.

- Have you driven by his house yet?

- I ain't doing that high school shit.

- Why don't you just call him?

- No. If he wanted to
talk to me, he'd call me.

That's it.

Roller King.

- Hello?

Hi, I was wondering if I could

rent some skates out on Saturday.

Size six.

- Who is this?

- My name?

Satan!

- Fucker.

- Hello?

- Daley! That shit ain't funny!

It's bad enough that we have
Satan calling every day,

and the cops aren't doing shit about it.

I don't need a fucking copy cat.

- Calm down, Rachel.

It was just a joke.

- Yeah. Come on, chill out.

- Roller King.

- Hello?

How are you?

I haven't heard from you in a while.

Just working, you?

- What's up?

- Rachel's getting a booty call.

Her boyfriend's trying to get laid.

- Aren't we all?

- Later.

- I thought they were on the outs.

- Oh, well, there goes your big chance.

Oh, Daley wants to bang Rachel

on the skate floor after hours.

- You dick.

- Yeah. I missed you too.

So when am I going to get to see you?

Maybe this weekend?

Okay.

Oh, really?

Yeah, that could work.

You like Rachel?

- I mean, she's all right.

You can tell she was a real
honey back in the day, you know?

- You like
any girl that breathes.

- Yeah, even that skank, Alicia.

- Hey, I don't necessarily like Alicia.

I just want to bust her dry, you know?

- Ew.

- I would use protection if I were you.

- Now you're starting to sound like Wendy.

- Just offering a little
bit of friendly advice.

I heard she's been around.

- She ain't been around me.

Hah.

- Was that Brandon?
- Yes.

Roller King.

Satan!

- Was it the guy again?

- And I thought I was a fucking loser.

Satan!

See, I can do it too, man.

Since I got you all here.

To lighten the mood up around here,

and in honor of Cara's birthday,

French has got a surprise for everybody!

- To the fridge.

- Happy birthday!

We are just getting wasted.

- So, uh, Cara, since it's
your birthday and all,

I'd be willing to drink some tequila

if it meant I get to lick you.

- That's for body shots.

- I'm willing to take a shot at her body.

- You're a pig, Daley.

- Oink oink, baby.

- So, Rachel, what's up with Brandon?

- Brandon. That's your boyfriend's name?

Brandon? He sounds like a prep.

- Well, he's not really my boyfriend.

- Parley. I mean, per say.

- What is he then?

- A guy that calls when he's bored.

- When he's horny.

- So, you're going to see him again?

- I told him I'd call.

I just didn't say when.

- Make him wait, give him blue balls.

- Why do girls do that?

- Us?

- You guys are the ones
who get our phone numbers

and then never call.

- Satan calls every day.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

You give us blue balls.

- There's no such thing as blue balls.

Like hell.

- Yeah, why do guys do that thing though,

where they go out,

they have a great date, and
then they never call again.

Hey, I called again.

Beside you, I mean.

- Yeah, well, I hate it when girls

send their friends over to talk to you.

- Not me. It makes my job a lot easier.

- Job?

Here's a tip, Daley.

When they get older, they stop
sending their friends over

and wait for you to make the move.

- I've got no problems making moves.

- You also got no problems
striking out either.

- Rachel, how long have you worked here?

- Three years.

- You ever catch anybody having sex?

- More petting and groping.

Maybe a blowjob.

- What do you do when that happens?

- Yeah, do you break it up or
do you let them ride it out?

- I can only
think of one incident.

- So, what did you do?
- I called their parents.

- How old were they?

- She was like 14. He was 15.

- When was that?

- Right around the holidays.

- I didn't give the parents any specifics.

I just told them they
needed to pick them up.

- So, I got a question, Rachel.

Honestly, how much money
does this place make?

- About a quarter million a year.

- That's it?

- What do you mean, "That's it"?

That's like $5,000 a week,

and they're open, what?

Like, a couple days a week.

- Profit margin must be tiny.

- Yeah, I hear the owners
complain about it a little bit.

- Yeah, Wendy.

A quarter million a year
ain't enough for you?

- I just thought we made more than that.

- Well, if we made more than that,

they could afford to buy new skates.

- They could afford to pay me more.

Me too.

- How much do they pay you, Rachel?

- Not enough.

- Hey Rachel, how come
I never see you skate?

- Oh my God.

- Can you even skate?

- Well, of course I can skate.

I'm here like eight hours a day.

- Do you skate before opening?

- Once in awhile.

Let's see it then.

- Now?

- What better time? No damn customers.

- I don't know.

I've been drinking a little bit.

- Come on, come on.

Hey, I won't even charge you for a rental.

- Yeah, come on!

- Okay, all right, all right, all right.

# I've got the highest heels #

# I've got the biggest wrist #

# I drank from the cup #

# I threw it all away #

# I've got the muscles out #

# I got high and came up #

# You drank from my lips #

# I threw it all away #

# And it was all I ever wanted #

# I'm in my zone #

# All I ever wanted #

# I threw it all away #

- Woo, woo!

# I've got the muscle clenched #

# I've got a couple of thighs #

# I wiped away my mouth #

# I threw it all away #

# I think you sit and don't do anything #

# I think you are a murderer #

- Hm, actually, it would
probably awkward to have sex

with these things on.

- My mind would be on other things.

Okay.

- What's so funny?

- Have I ever told you about
the first time I got laid?

- Thankfully, no.

- Well, I was 15, and I was in
Mexico with this prostitute.

- Oh, shut up.
- No, no, no, no. I'm serious.

I'm serious.

My cousin brought me to this whore house.

Anyways, I'm in there, banging her,

like whoosh, whoosh,

boom, boom, boom, boom,

and she's just lying there,

reading the fucking comic book page, dude.

It was fucking amazing, dude.

- Didn't feel a thing, huh?

- Her or me?

- Her, dumbass.

- I dunno.

That was the best 20 bucks
I ever spent in my life.

- Huh, I would've tried to go for 15.

- Hello, Roller King.

- Hello?

Oh, hi.

In a locker?

Oh, no.

It was behind the counter.

Yeah. We found it earlier.

Sure. Come on over.

Alicia's on her way.

She forgot her purse.

What, Little Miss Slutshine

forgot her birth control pills?

- She's off tomorrow.

- Yes.

- All right, guys, you gotta go clean up.

Let's go.

Hate to be the buzzkill,

but somebody's got to be the
authority figure around here.

- When was the last
time you checked this thing?

- I don't know, a few weeks ago?

- Oh, huh.

Neat.

- Oh, yeah, that was from a
Halloween party a while back.

I put it on one night, and
scared the hell out of the girls.

- Yeah. I'd be scared too.

This thing's kind of creepy.

You said it was from a Halloween party?

- I know, right?

- I wonder why they left it here.

There's nothing good in here.

- Lighters, sunglasses.

If they're dumb enough to lose them,

they can buy new ones.

- Come on, girls. Party's over.

- Come on, Rachel.

You never let us play.

- That's because
you're not supposed to be

playing while you're at work.

- Come on, Rachel, just this game.

- Yeah, come on, Rachel, please.

- Fine.

You better die soon.

Love you, Rach.

- I'm serious.

I'll pull the plug.

- Hey.

Thank you.

I'm so glad you're still here.

We're going out of town
tomorrow morning, so.

- Oh, where are you going?

- To the mountains.

Eddie's parents have a cabin, so.

- Oh, nice.

- So I really appreciate this.

- It's no problem,

and nobody got into it, I promise.

- No, it's just, have you seen my phone?

- No.
- No?

Okay, I've just tried calling
it from another phone,

but I think the battery's dead,
but it'll show up, I think.

Is it okay if my sister

picks up my paycheck for me tomorrow?

Sure. That's fine.

- Okay. Can I use
your bathroom real quick?

- Sure. Come on in.
- Okay, thank you.

- What are you looking at?

- Your ugly fucking face, hoe.

- Fucking bitch.

- Hey, guys.

Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- Just hanging out.

- Impromptu party.

- And I wasn't invited.

- Sorry.

It was kind of a spur of the moment thing.

- That's okay, Daley.

You don't have to lie.

I'm not, I just...

- Awkward.

- Hey, would you ever smash Alicia?

- I already have.

- What, what, what?

And you didn't tell me?

Does Wendy know?

- Uh-uh-uh.

- So, I made sure that nobody
went through your purse.

- You got your damn purse.

Now leave before they
lock you in the dog pound.

- Nasty skanky bitch!

- You're an ugly hoe!

- Come on, girls!

God, so how do you get
along with Eddie's folks?

- They're fine. They're nice
enough to go out of town,

so Eddie and I can sneak off
to the cabin for the weekend.

- Oh, is there any power up there?

Is electricity on?

- Nope. Just the fireplace.

No X-Box, no TV, no distractions.

- You can watch TV on that
TV tube of an ass you have.

- God, go to hell, slut bucket!

- Oh, shit!

- Girls, what is going?

You two used to be friends.

- That's before I found out
what a phony bitch she is.

- What are you guys doing here?

- Well, it's Cara's birthday,

so, end of year celebration, whatever.

- And you're still not invited.

So, get the hell out of here.

- Okay, I can tell when I'm not wanted.

Besides, I've got better
things to do anyway.

- Okay, well, have a good time.

- Thanks.
- I'll see you next week.

- Okay, bye, guys.
- Okay.

Happy birthday, Cara.

- Thanks.

- She's so fake.

Who'd want to sleep with
her sorry psycho ass?

- She says the
same thing about you.

- Well, have you seen her mom?

She's a blimp.

Bright future for her.

- Guys don't care about that anymore.

So, would you ever go out with Daley?

- No.

I mean, I had a crush on
him in the sixth grade,

but that's about it.

Wait, would you?

- I don't think so.

I mean, like, he's funny, but
he's definitely not my type.

- No one's your type.

You're too good for everyone.

- I'm just glad that I
don't need a boyfriend

to feel good about myself.

- Well, I like having a boyfriend.

- They'll be fat cows down the road, man,

so get 'em while they're hot.

As long as they ain't
got any kids, I'm game.

- You wouldn't hook up with
a chick if she had a kid?

- I mean, maybe for sex,

just 'cause I know she'll put out.

- That's what I would think too.

- Okay.

That's it.

Son of a bitch.

We would have to have the
last payphone on Earth

still allowing incoming calls.

- Thank you.

What's the matter, Alicia?

- Uh, my car won't start.
I think it's my battery.

Can you give me a jump?

- Do you have any cables?

- No.

- Maybe, let me go ask everybody.

- Don't ask Wendy.

Who was at the door?

- Alicia. Her car won't start.

- Tell her to call a cab,

or better yet, tell her
to call someone who cares.

- Does anyone
have any jumper cables?

- Why?

- Sorry.

- Why?

Does she need a hump? I mean, a jump?

- Come on, guys. Be serious.

- No.
- Sorry.

I'll give her a hump then.

Sorry, nobody had any cables.

- That's okay. I'll call Eddie.

Okay, Alicia.

Come on, Eddie.

Come on, just pick up the god damn phone.

Hey, Eddie.

Just give me a call back
when you get this, okay?

Come on, Daley.

I'm not falling for that again.

It's not funny.

You should go scare Wendy with that.

She's scared of aliens.

You should see her when we visit Roswell.

Do you need the phone or what?

Well, when you're done,
can you lend me a quarter?

I really don't want to go back in there

and use the other phone.

Come on. Eddie doesn't know that I'm here.

- Bitch!

Did you see what that bitch
wrote about me in the bathroom?

Where is she?

- I don't know.

I think her boyfriend
came and picked her up.

- Oh, you're so dead!

Sorry, a psycho bitch...

- Seriously?

Daley, what the fuck?

This isn't funny!

Daley, I have shit to do! Cut it out!

Hey, French!

Hey, what's up?

- Find anything good?

- Yeah, about 50 cans
of soda you can recycle.

- Check this out, dude.

What do you think if I
put the moves on Rachel?

- You mean, now, tonight?

- Yeah. Dude, think about it.

It's the perfect time.

She's been drinking.

She's lonely, and if she turns me down,

I could just blame it on the tequila, man.

- That's true.

Plus, she's got a bit of a buzz herself.

- Exactly, exactly, dude,

and chicks think just the same way we do.

Every time you turn down is one less time

you're going to get it before you die.

- I'm on board.

What's the game plan?

- I don't know, but
I'll think of something.

- Oh, you better.

If she shoots you down,

things are going to be
really awkward around here.

- If it's awkward, I'll just quit.

- Good luck.

- Did you see what that slut Alicia did?

- What?

- She wrote on the mirror.

- Oh, sorry.

But, hey, Daley's going
to make a pass at Rachel.

- Oh my God, what?

Are you serious?

Yeah, yeah, he says that
if she shoots him down,

he's just going to blame it on the booze.

- We have to tell Cara.

Are you seriously trying
to hook up with Rachel?

- Nice, French.

Nice to know you got my back, man.

- Oh, come on.

Like Rachel wouldn't tell them anyway.

- Where's Cara?

- I don't know, but she's
got a big mess back here.

Really sucks to be her.

- So, are you going to do it?

- I guess I have to now, huh?

Any inside info?

- Just be direct.

You never know until you try.

- Yeah.

Yeah, worst she could say is no.

- Or file sexual harassment
charges and fire your ass.

- She should be thankful.

I always wanted an older chick.

Here I go.

- Cara!

- Come in!

- What's up, Daley?

- Hey!
- Hey.

I was, uh...

I was, uh...

I was just about done with the rink.

All I gotta do is sweep.

- Good.

Was there something else?

- You know what, yeah.

Actually, I was just wondering,

is anything ever going to
happen between you and I?

- Well, I am your boss.

And I'm kind of seeing someone.

- It's not serious, is it?

- Well, that's hard to say.

- And you know I'm over 18, right?

- I'm aware of that.

- And, uh...

This could just be a summer thing.

- Well, um...

You're really catching me off guard here.

I mean, wow.

Wow.

- You know what, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

It was the tequila we were drinking.

It was, it's-

- No, no, no, no.

Wait a minute.

I mean...

- Yeah?

- Hmm, maybe.

I took that off the hook.

Did you put it back on?

- I don't know.

- Hey, everybody.

Don't answer the phone.

I took it off the hook.

Who put it back?

- Hey, not me.

- It was probably Alicia.

- Are you gonna answer that?

- No.

- Fuck it, I will. Fuck it.

Satan!

Fuck you, I'm trying to, suck it, loser!

Satan, Satan!

- Fuck!

- Guys, leave it off the hook.

- So, where were we?

- I don't remember.

- After everyone leaves,
we're going to stay behind.

I'm so going to enjoy this.

- French, French, French!

Dude, it's on.

- Shut up!

- No, I'm serious.

Something was going to happen

before that god damn phone rang.

- What'd you say?

- Oh, hey, is anything going
to happen between you and I?

- You said that?

- Yes.

- And what'd she say?

Well, she was like, "I'm
kind of seeing someone. "

I was like, "Well, you know,

this could just be a summer thing. "

- So now what?

- Now, after work, so hurry up.

- Hey, have you guys seen Cara?

- No. Tell her to hurry up.

- Where do you think Cara went?

- Maybe she had her period.

- Periods don't make you vanish.

- True, but it can make guys vanish.

- That's true.

- Why don't you just call her?

- Fucking soda, God damn it.

Fucking idiot was right.

- Spaz was right.

Stop screwing around, French. Come on.

You know I'm trying to
get laid here, dude,

and I bet you she's as horny as I am.

I don't want to take a chance

that she sobers up and changes her mind.

Dude, I will give you
all the details, man,

and fuck it, dude, I'll
even work your Friday shift.

French, if you screw this
up for me, I swear to God,

I will kick your ass.

All right.

All right, if you get lost right now,

I'll do the rest of your chores.

I will do the rest of your
chores if you just go.

French, come on.

All right, I didn't want to go there.

I didn't want to go there, dude,

but if you don't get lost right
now, I'm going to tell Wendy

that you banged Felicia in the butt.

Fucking asshole, are you fucking kidding?

You're just going to stand there

and ruin all my fucking-

Oh, fucking!

- Come on, Cara. Where are you?

- Daley, where are you at, man?

- Hey, Cara, it's Wendy.

Just wondering where the hell you are.

Dude, I have so much
gossip I need to tell you,

but I'll probably see
you before you get this.

So, bye.

How are we looking?

- Oh, just about done.

Just need to finish up
changing the garbage bags.

- Yeah, I'm going to need
a couple more minutes

in the ladies' room.

- Have you seen Cara and Daley?

- Oh, I think Daley just
finished up on the rink floor,

but I haven't seen Cara.

- Okay.

- Are we in a hurry to leave?

- I'm ready to go home.

I wasn't planning on spending Thursday

hanging out past midnight.

# The beat #

# Feel it in your lungs #

# Feel it vibrate #

# The bass, it pounds #

# The power of the heavy drum #

- Holy...

Ew, all of that stuff's
from the lost and found.

Yeah, I remember that mask.

Okay, so are you really
trying to hook up with Rachel?

Okay, Daley. Sorry to ask.

Usually, you can't wait to
talk about stuff like that,

but regardless,

I'd rather you hook up with
Rachel than that slut Alicia.

I mean, Rachel is kind of
old, but Alicia slept with

way more people than all of us combined.

You know what I mean?

Want a chip?

No?

Okay, I offered.

I mean, I'm sure Rachel's been around,

but she'll rock your world, buddy boy.

My money says she's a freak.

But I would still use protection,
just between you and me.

So how come you're wearing
all that nasty stuff anyways?

# Let's do it, or don't do it #

# Nothing's in the rules of the game #

Hey.

Hey.

Where'd everybody go?

I don't know.

Did they all leave?

- No, I don't think so.

At least, I hope not.

Shit, Wendy better not
have left me behind.

- Come help me look for them.

- Okay.

- Where was the last place you saw Wendy?

- She was out by the
payphone, calling Cara.

- What is this shit?

I am not cleaning that up.

What about Daley?

- He was over by the skate rink, last.

- Something's not right.

- Why don't we just call the cops?

- No, let's get out of here.

I have a really bad feeling.

- What's this doing here?

- What's what doing here?

- This was in the lost and found.

- What difference does it make?

- Hey, I'm just asking.

Hey, why are you so on edge?

- They're around here somewhere.

We just need to call the cops
and wait for them in here.

- Damn it, French. I
was gonna let you live.

- What?

- I was going to let you live.

- What are you talking about?

- Don't you see?

I was the babysitter.

- The boy that got killed?

Shit!

Where's Wendy?

- What's left of her is
on the edge of this blade.

- You bitch!

- I've been called worse things
by better people than you.

- What's the deal with these
scary calls, the Satan guy?

- Honestly, I don't know who that is,

but it worked into my plan perfectly!

- What plan?

- To finally see this place
shut down, once and for all!

I was gonna torch the place.

Those crazy phone calls?

They just were gonna help my story.

As for the phone calls,
I think it's Allen,

but it doesn't matter now.

- Who's Allen?

- The fat, ugly, bald guy
that used to work here.

He got fired for jerking off
in the middle of the rink.

- Well, what changed your plans?

- I had everyone here tonight.

I sent Mike home early,
and then Alicia showed up,

and it was perfect.

- Why were you going to let me live?

- Because you remind me of him.

- What about Daley?

- What about Daley?

Are you kidding me?

He was never worthy of having me.

All the doors are locked.

The alarm's off.

It's just you and me.

Who's there?

Daley?

- Daley's dead.

- Then who the hell is that?

- I don't know.

Why don't you go find out?

Fuck!

- Sorry, Wendy.

Damn!

- You want some mustard, huh, bitch?

You god damn motherfucker son of a bitch!

Stop it, motherfucker!

Just die!

You fucking dick, stupid bitch, die!

Fuck, damn it!

No, stop!

Fuck, no!

- That was you on the skate floor?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

Those two punks with the
weed in the parking lot,

they attacked me, but I
think you had a worse night.

- Hah.

Seriously, thanks.

Who knew she was such a crazy-ass bitch?

- Listen, I'll call the police,

then you can call your parents.

Go outside and get some fresh air,

then come back in and make us some coffee.

We're gonna be here a while.

- Okay.

- Go ahead.

- Sure.

Mike!

Mike?

Mike?

Mike?