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- Mom.

- They're here.

- Mom, something's wrong with me?

- Oh, honey.

Something's wrong with everybody.

- No, I just threw up blood.

Like something's not right.

Oh, you'll be okay.

- Mom,

are you okay?

- I'm fine.

C'mere.

Let me see if you have a temperature.

C'mere.

Come on.

My baby.

Oh, you are a little warm.

Oh, you do have a little bit of a fever.

You should've shared, honey.

- On August 6, 1991,

the World Wide Web went live to the world.

It created a new virtual reality,

one in which we were free to express our views,

making it possible for hundreds of millions of us

to communicate regardless of what's reaching.

Users of this revolutionary interconnected network

had hopes that the Internet would be a place

free from government restrictions and censorship,

which ruled the world.

As if this digital utopia would somehow

bring out the best in us, but they were wrong.

The industrial revolution and its consequences

have been disastrous for the human race.

We have destabilized society, made life unfulfilling,

subjected human beings to indignities

which led to widespread psychological suffering.

The continued development of technology

will worsen the situation.

It was subject to human beings to greater indignities

and inflict greater damage onto the natural world.

It will lead to greater social destruction

and psychological suffering.

The industrial technological system will break down,

but only after passing through a long

and very painful period of adjusting

and only at the cost of permanently reducing human lives.

There is no way of reforming or modifying the system.

The bigger the system grows,

the more disastrous the results of its breakdown will be.

We therefore

advocate a revolution against the industrial system.

Prepare for the revolution against society.

- 23 likes already.

That's like one like a minute.

- This guy can't get the hint.

- Is that Junior again?

- Yeah, he's like so annoying.

- Selfie.

- Lemme do one with my phone.

- Tag me, I look better in that one.

- Oh my god, Jessica.

Chad just told me Sarah's dead.

- What?

- He said her mom went crazy and killed her.

- No way.

We should totally post on her page.

- Yeah, totally.

- Earlier today in this small, quiet community,

911 received a bizarre, disturbing phone call.

It has shocked the community

and left local law enforcement on edge.

19 year old Yostville high school student Sarah McCormick

was found brutally stabbed to death by her mother,

46 year old Robin McCormick.

Now we still did not have a clear answer

as to why this mother, who friends and family

described as loving and warm,

would kill her only child in cold blood.

We spoke with friends and family

and they believed that this is somehow connected

to the "Share or Die" post.

Believing that a post can somehow

cause someone to go into a homicidal rage

is difficult for most to understand,

but it's important to look at how

all these separate instances are connected.

Just over the past few days alone,

several people have been killed or killed themselves.

In all of these senseless deaths,

family and friends claim that at some point

shortly before their death,

the victims all received the "Share or Die" post.

Just three days ago, Chad Wilson, a 23 year old junior

at the community college, was found dead.

Official reports rule it a suicide.

But his roommate stated that he was the joker of the bunch,

made great grades and was not the kind of person

to take his own life.

After reviewing his social media accounts,

Chad Wilson had in fact received the "Share or Die" post.

21 year old Elisa White's body

was found in the backyard of her parents' home.

It appears that she may have been murdered

by her younger brother.

Once again, the last post shared

on one of her social media accounts

is the "Share or Die" post.

Tanner Jacobs was a popular online gamer.

Police and fire department rescuers

were called to Buena Vista Beach Bridge

after someone reported they saw a body in the water

near a nearly submerged vehicle.

A body was recovered and later identified

as 16 year old Tanner Jacobs.

A friend of Tanner's came forward to authorities

and admitted he had sent the "Share or Die" post to Tanner

minutes before the crash.

And lastly, Sarah McCormick.

Everyone involved, friends, family and investigators

seem to be asking themselves the same question: Am I next?

Now we will continue to monitor the situation

and keep the community updated.

With Yostville News, I'm Hunter Williams.

- What are you talking about?

- I guess you heard about Sarah.

- Yeah.

- Did you share it with her?

Oh you did,

didn't you?

- Why do you care?

She was a bitch anyway.

- Dude, that's fucked up.

- Whatever.

If she would've just sent the post

then none of this would've happened, right?

You know what, you're gonna get the post next

and we'll see what you do.

- She hung up on me.

Oh, she sent it to her, dude.

She didn't say like yes or no, but I could just tell, man.

She definitely sent it to her.

- Fuckin' bitch.

You know what we need to do?

We need to tell everyone and I mean everyone that we know

to send it to her next.

- Who?

- Becca, dude.

What the fuck are we talking about?

If we make sure that everyone that we know

sends it to her next,

that at least limits the amount of times that we get it.

You know what I mean?

- What's the difference?

I mean you know, that's never gonna stop it

and she could still send it to you.

I mean look, I'd share it with her if I were you,

but I already know who I'm gonna send it to anyway.

- Who?

- I'm not telling you, bro.

- Come on, bro.

Who is it?

- Bro, no.

I'm not telling you.

- It's me, isn't it?

- No, man.

- Are you bein' serious right now?

- I'm not telling you, dude.

- Why can't you tell me?

- I'm not.

- It's me, isn't it? - No, dude.

- Okay.

We're here.

- Can I take this off now?

- Yeah.

Surprise!

- Where are we?

- We're going camping.

- Camping, like in the woods?

- Yeah.

- Hell no.

- What?

- I mean I was kind of expecting a hotel or something,

you know?

Pool, spas, hot tubs.

You know, even if not a hot tub,

least a bathtub that makes the little bubbles.

- I know.

I know, babe.

But this is gonna be even better.

Come on, Neiko.

Please?

Give it a chance.

You comin' or what?

You smell that?

- Mmm.

Yeah, I do smell that.

It smells like a break up to me.

- Come on, Neiko.

Live a little.

- I'm trying.

But these damn mosquitoes

are sucking the life right outta me.

- C'mon, babe.

- Did I get tanned?

- Totally. Did I?

- Not really.

Dude, I can feel sand like all in my vagina right now.

- That's gross.

- Eww, like blow it out for me or something.

- Bitch, I'm not gonna blow sand out of your vagina.

- A real friend would.

- I don't care. That's gross.

- Whatever, you suck.

What's this about?

- What?

- I just got this weird post.

- Lemme see.

"You have two choices and two rules.

Share a secret about yourself in a public post

something you've never told anyone

or share this post with someone you know.

You have one minute to share. Share or die."

Ooh, this sounds like fun.

So what're you gonna do, tell a secret about yourself

or share it with someone else?

- I'm not playin' that stupid shit.

- Oh, come on.

Share a secret, Jessica.

- Shut up.

- Well then at least share it.

- Why?

- 'Cause you'll die.

Didn't you read what it said?

- I'm gonna share it.

Jeez, slow down, dick!

God.

- A mysterious post

has been circulating through social media.

It's called the Share/Die Challenge

and it's supposedly killing anyone who doesn't share it

within a minute of receiving it.

Numerous deaths,

brutal, savage killings and suicides have been related

to this post.

- Did you make dinner? - If you get this post-

- I never know when you're gonna be home.

Why would I make dinner?

You don't come home 'til the middle of the night

half the time.

- Fucking figures.

I can't remember the last time you made dinner.

- Oh, I can't remember the last time

you were here for dinner.

- Well I'm home now, ain't I?

And I want some dinner.

So what're you gonna make?

- How 'bout a bowl of cereal?

- Don't fuck with me, Kelly.

Get your ass in there and make me some fucking dinner.

Go, goddammit!

- Fine. Okay, Rob.

You know,

it'd be nice if I knew when you were comin' home sometime.

- Well it would be nice if you sucked my dick sometimes

so I wouldn't have to jerk off.

But you don't, do ya?

- Whatever.

- A real Western welcome.

- And it better be fucking good too.

Don't half-ass some bullshit.

- Okay, I heard you the first time.

- I'll fuckin' throw it in your face.

Where are you going?

- Out.

- Out where?

- Why do you care?

- Yeah, you're right. I don't fuckin' care.

Goodbye.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you.

- There she is, sweetest sister in the world.

Exactly.

What's up, dude?

- 'Sup?

- How you doin'?

Damn, you look like shit.

- Oh wow, appreciate that.

Get that outta my face. - What is goin' on

with you, man?

What's the matter?

- Everything.

- Yeah, like what?

- Just everything.

- Okay.

So how's mom doin'?

- Same as usual.

- Yeah, how's dad?

- Same as usual.

- Yeah.

- I cannot wait to get the fuck outta there.

- Oh, I know.

You sure you just don't wanna come with me, man?

It's like three days, dude.

It'll be fun.

- I don't do the outdoors.

- You kiddin' me, man?

Like no cellphones, no internet.

Just being one with the good old outdoors.

- Not my thing.

- It's a shame, man.

You kids nowadays,

all you wanna do is sit on your phones and shit.

You know, one day the Internet's gonna get hacked into

and it's gonna get completely shut down for like years.

Then what are you gonna do?

- Die.

- You suck.

- Thanks for the ride.

- You sure you don't wanna come, dude?

- I'm sure.

- I can bring you home right now.

It won't be but a second to just pack up and shit

and we can go.

- See you in few days.

- Last chance. - Bye.

- Dude, I'm serious.

You can film this shit all you want.

It's the truth, all right?

- Right, right.

- All right, I'm gonna read your mind.

Think of a number one through 10.

- Okay, got it.

- Seven. - Four.

- But you were thinkin' about seven first, right?

- Nope.

- Okay, whatever.

Okay, I haven't got the process down yet.

But once I train my pineal gland

and I block out all those excess branch control waves,

I'm gonna get it right every time.

- What the fuck is a pineal gland?

- Are you serious right now?

You don't know about the pineal gland.

- Uh-uh.

- That flows right in the center of your fuckin'.

It's in your own head and you don't even know about it.

Jesus, what do you know about?

I know about all this stuff because my uncle

lived up in the Tibetan Mountains with a bunch of monks.

He taught me how to kill a man

with his bare hands in 30 seconds.

- Bro, what the fuck are you talking about, bro?

- I'm telling you this is real shit.

- Yeah, I'm totally postin' this video.

- Okay, what do you think?

- It's a tent.

- Is that all you see?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Do you wanna know what I see?

- What?

What do you see, Chase?

- I see you and I together

free from civilization,

free to explore our wild,

free to explore animal instincts.

- Couldn't we have done that in down feather comforters

or like on the beach in Miami somewhere?

I mean a lotta things say sexy.

But a tent in the woods surrounded by mosquito repellent,

it just isn't it.

- Okay.

Listen, there's a reason why I brought you here.

This place is actually very special.

- I don't see how that's possible.

- This land was once owned

by one of the wealthiest men in the world.

At least he was in his time.

This was back in the 1800s.

Legend has it that this man grew up sickly as a child.

His mother never allowed him to go outside,

play with any of the other kids

for fear that its illness would progress.

One day, his mother never returned home

and he never spoke another word until one day much later.

He was about 13 or so at the time

and his mother's estate was worth millions.

He would later go on to cure himself and invest in cures

that would later shape modern medicine as we know it today.

- And this is better than the beach in Miami, how?

- Come on, babe.

Just let me finish.

He would later go on to marry the woman of his dreams.

- Aww.

- Her name was Delphine.

- That is a terrible name.

So anyway, he loved her more than anything,

more than himself.

He had huge enormous home custom-built just for her.

Supposedly it took years and years to build

and that house was located right here where we're sitting.

One day, Delphine fell ill and died inside the home

where he kept and preserved her body,

hoping that one day he'd find the cure for her dad

and be able to bring her back to life.

He spent his entire fortune searching for answers.

The whole town knew that he was keeping

the dead body of his wife inside the house.

They claimed he was conjuring spirits

and meddling in black magic.

Nevertheless, they all claim that he had gone mad.

So

One day,

all the townspeople got together

and raided his house with torches.

They tied him to the bed alongside the body of Delphine

and set the house on fire.

He was burned alive.

Some say they still see the ghostly man

walking these woods,

calling out for

the only

word he would ever speak again.

- Oh, you asshole.

Are you serious right now?

What is wrong with you?

- You shoulda seen your face.

- Was that entire story bullshit?

- No, the story's true.

That part's all true.

- So that's why you brought me out here.

- Don't you see it?

It's the ultimate story of true love and sacrifice.

Where you see a tent, I see more.

I see the foundation of true love.

- That's kind of romantic in a really weird,

dark, demented kinda way.

- Right.

I'll be back.

- Where are you going?

- I gotta pee, babe.

- Hey, did you get lost out there?

Chase.

Chase?

You better not be messing with me again, I swear to God.

Chase.

Chase.

Where are you? This isn't funny anymore.

Chase.

- Please don't kill me.

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me.

- Neiko, Neiko.

Come on, I'm just messin' with you.

- Oh, you son of a bitch.

That's it, Chase.

I'm leaving.

- Come on.

Neiko, please.

I was just messin' with you.

- Well it's not funny.

- I promise I will never do it again.

- Promise? - I promise.

- Good. Because if you do that shit again,

I swear to God, I'll cut you.

- Hey, hey.

Never again.

- Are you serious right now?

All right, you don't know about the pineal gland.

It's your third eye.

It floats right in the center of your fuckin' head.

Jesus Christ.

- Bro, what the fuck are you talkin' about?

- Bro, I know about all of this shit, okay?

My uncle was from the Tibetan Mountains.

He used to stay up there.

- Ty?

Junior, what the fuck are you doing?

- I told him it was a bad idea.

- My dad is seriously gonna kill you

when he finds out about this.

- Your dad is not gonna do shit.

- Mere ornaments with the ivory-handled knives

thrust in their bellies.

- Yeah, well my brother will.

- "Yeah, but my brother will."

You'll be dead way before he finds out.

- You guys are kidding me.

You're gonna kill me?

Really? What the fuck, Junior?

- I told him it was a bad idea.

- Yeah, well you killed my girlfriend.

So now it's payback time, bitch.

- Wait, you weren't even dating

because you cheated on her, remember?

Her mom killed her, not me.

- Yeah, well you sent her the post.

- That's ridiculous.

The post doesn't actually kill people.

- Yeah, well that's what we're gonna find out.

- What do you mean?

- You can't share the post if I have your phone, can you?

- Really, Tyler?

That's your plan?

- That's right.

- So lemme get this straight:

you're gonna keep me strapped to this chair

just hoping that someone sends me the post?

What happens if I don't get it?

- 'Cause you forgot about me, Becca.

And if I get it, I'm gonna send it to you

and Junior's gonna do the same thing.

- No, I'm not.

- Ty, this is a horrible plan.

- Yeah, you would say that

since you're the one that's gonna die.

- Okay, genius.

What are you gonna do with my body?

- I'm gonna bury it.

- Where?

- I'm tellin' you that.

- How are you gonna get my body there?

- Junior's gonna let me borrow his truck.

- No, I'm not.

- Are you serious?

But you're gonna gimme a ride though, right?

- No.

- Really?

- You didn't really think this through, did ya Tyler?

- Whatever, 'kay?

You're still gonna get what you deserve

and that's all that matters.

- Hey Bec?

Hey Rob, have you seen Becca?

- What?

- Have you seen Becca?

- No.

- Well she didn't come home last night.

- So what?

Wouldn't be the first time.

- No, no. Normally she calls.

- She's a big girl.

She can take care of herself.

- Really?

Like nothin'.

Father of the year.

- Bitch, what the?

- Why'd you share this with me?

- What?

- Why'd you share this with me?

- I don't know.

- Who do I share it with?

- I don't care.

Share it with mom.

- What is this?

- He told me to share with you.

- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did.

- Why don't you guys go outside and play for once?

- Outside?

- What are we gonna do out there?

- I don't know.

Eat grass for all I care.

- Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,

eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it.

Does it taste good?

- It sucks.

- So close.

What, is your mommy textin' you now?

I'll go ahead and take care of this.

Let her know everything's fine.

This is almost too easy.

- Ty, this is crazy.

You're never gonna get away with this.

- I told him it was a bad idea.

- Shut the fuck up, Junior.

- Are you really gonna go to jail for the rest of your life

for this, Ty?

And you too, Junior.

You're an accomplice.

You know that, right?

- Dude.

This is crazy.

- Ty, listen.

I get it.

You're upset and this is just not worth it.

If you let me go, I'll forget it.

I won't say anything to anybody.

I swear. - Yeah.

She's right, man.

I think I'm gonna go.

- Really?

You're just gonna bitch out like that.

- This was your plan, not mine.

- That's fucked up, man.

- Hey look, I can't go to jail, but I'll visit you.

- Junior.

Junior. - Junior.

- Hey Rob, something's not right.

- Yeah, with your brain.

- No, with Becca.

- No shit.

- No, no.

Something's wrong, right?

She sent me a text and she said I love you.

Like she hasn't said that in years.

- Wait, she said she loved you?

- Yeah, I mean somethin's wrong.

- Like the recurring theme in a symphony.

- I got a bad feelin' about this.

- Reenacted nearly once a week.

Always similar, yet always different.

- Dammit.

- Aw shit.

Payback time.

Aight, you wanna break up with me?

Aight, bitch.

Let's make it official.

What if we get back together?

She is hot.

No, fuck that.

Damn, bro.

Coulda killed me.

- What's up, bitch?

- Let's get drunk.

- Monica?

It's like 10:00 a.m.

- And?

- Hold on a sec.

- Who's that?

- It's just Junior being stupid.

- Is he still tryin' to get back with you?

- No, he sent me that "Share or Die" post.

- Oh shit, you better hurry up and share it.

- Yeah, I'll get right on it.

- No, for real.

I heard Sarah got that post right before her mom killed her.

- Whatever.

It's like the Momo Challenge.

It's a bunch of bullshit.

- Jessica, seriously.

Sarah's not the only one who died.

It's like all over the news.

You're just gonna play around

after I tell you something like that?

- No, I literally didn't put that filter on.

- Well take it off.

It's annoying.

- I'm trying.

- Just click it off.

- I'm trying.

It won't go away.

- Oh my god, it's so annoying.

- Oh my god.

Oh my god.

- What? - It's not a filter.

- What're you talking about?

- It's my face.

- It's just a filter, Jessica.

Turn it off.

- I can't. It's my face.

Oh my god!

- Turn off the fucking filter.

- It won't go away.

Help me.

- Jessica?

- It won't go away.

- Jessica?

Jessica?

Jessica.

- Ty, I'm begging you.

Please you have to lemme go.

How long are you really gonna do this?

- You know what?

You're right.

- Thank you.

- I swear to God.

I should shove this fucking knife in your throat right now.

I mean why go through all this stupid, right?

I always wanted to know what it's like to kill somebody.

I need you to ask yourself

are you happy with the way your life is right now?

If you died today, would you be happy with it?

Truly happy.

Are you ready to die today?

Are you, Becca?

- Oh my god.

- Becca, Becca, Becca.

Could this be it, the moment we're all waiting for?

- Please tell me that you have another can.

- You used that entire bottle already?

- Uh, yeah.

- I think there might be some in the car.

- In the car?

That's like forever away.

- I'll go.

- No, no, no.

It's okay.

I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- I mean if you want to.

- Of course I want to.

- I'll go with you.

Do you want me go? - No, no, no.

No, no, babe.

It's all good.

Someone needs to watch the fire anyway.

I'll be back.

- Thank you, Chase.

"You have two choices and two rules.

Share a secret about yourself in a public post,

something you've never told anyone.

Share this post with someone you know,

not the person who shared it with you.

You have one minute to share.

Share or die."

Chase?

Chase?

Hello?

Chase.

Chase!

Come on, where are you?

- I got it.

Neiko.

Neiko.

I know where you're hidin'.

You better be naked under there.

- A brutal killing, a malicious act of insanity.

That's what took place here today.

If you look behind me,

you'll see a rather unsuspecting scene.

But that is where police found the body of Neiko Hays

who was brutally hacked to death with an ax.

Police did find the victim's cellphone nearby.

And again, authorities found a connection

to the "Share or Die" post,

reportedly being the last message

the victim's cellphone received.

Reporting to you live, I'm Hunter Williams.

Yostville News.

- Ah, shit.

Rome?

Who's Rome?

- I don't know.

- Well he messaged you.

"This might seem strange,

but I know about the 'Share or Die' post.

It's important you contact me immediately."

What's that about?

Don't know Rome?

- No.

- Let's find out.

Who

is this?

"It's not important.

How many times have you gotten the post?"

He's askin' how many times you got the post.

- Once.

- Once.

"Good.

Please listen to me.

I know how it works.

It has a method, an algorithm.

I know how to break the chain."

Okay, so he's saying he knows how it works.

It's somethin' about an algorithm

or breakin' the chain, 'kay.

Then do it, biotch.

"I can't do it alone.

I need your help.

Please trust me."

Help how?

"Meet me and I'll explain everything."

Okay, so this guy's tryin' to meet you.

- Good, yeah.

I've been wantin' to meet new people.

Oh my god, are you letting me go?

- Not exactly.

- Well what are you doing?

- We're gonna go and meet your good friend Rome.

- Hey Brenda, it's Kelly.

I've been lookin' for Becca.

Is she there?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh my god.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

Well you know,

if there's anything I can do, lemme know.

Yeah.

Okay, bye.

- What'd she say?

- Yeah, Becca's not there.

- Oh.

- So Jessica.

Jessica was found dead in her bedroom this morning.

- Wait, what?

- Yeah.

She had ripped the skin right off her own face.

- Kelly.

Get my fucking gun.

Go.

Go.

- You dick.

- Yo, what?

- You sent Jessica that post, now she's dead.

- No way.

Are you serious?

- How can you do that?

- Look, Monica.

I didn't think she would actually die, all right?

I thought it was just a game.

- Well it's not.

You fucking killed her, Junior.

- Well.

You know, maybe it's for the best, you know?

I've seen the way you look at me.

- What? Ew, gross.

- Hey look, Monica.

I've always wanted you.

- Really?

- Yeah, baby.

- Don't you wish we could just

go back to the way things were?

- What do you mean?

- C'mon, Becca. We had our fun, right?

What?

Is that not why you sent Sarah the post in the first place?

- Oh fuck you, Ty.

I didn't think it would actually kill her.

- Shit, bro.

The hell did you come from?

- Are you Becca?

- Yeah.

- Who's this?

- Don't worry about who I am, bro.

Who the fuck are you? - Hey, hey.

Take it easy, 'kay?

Look, I'm only tryin' to help.

I'm only here to stop this thing from killing anyone else.

- Yeah, what is this thing?

- A curse, a creation of AI perhaps.

Look, I really don't know.

- So what is this, a joke?

What are we doin' out here, bro?

- Look, it doesn't matter what it is,

but I do know how to stop it.

- How would you know?

- Because I survived it.

Look, I broke the chain once.

But it's gonna take more than just a couple

or a few people to stop this thing.

- Well if you don't know what it is,

then how are we supposed to stop it?

- Look, it feeds on people who hide who they really are.

You know, the people that would rather pass the blame, 'kay?

The first choice says it all.

You could either choose to tell a secret

or you could choose to pass it along.

But it's much easier to pass the blame, isn't it?

So what we have to do is share something,

something that you hide from everyone,

something that shows who you really are, okay?

That's the only way this will work.

- But what if I don't get it again?

- It uses an algorithm

based on the number of friends in your list, 'kay?

I already tracked it back to you.

You're gonna get it again soon.

It's just a matter of time.

- How much time?

- Could be hours, could be days.

- What am I supposed to say?

- Look, that's entirely up to you.

But what's important is that you are honest, okay?

Be honest about who you are.

Because if you're not.

Well look, I don't have to tell you

what else is gonna happen.

- So that's it?

- Yeah, that's it.

You decide what happens from here.

- But if you survived it, how come it didn't stop?

- No, it did. It did for me and my friends.

But all it takes is for one of your friends

to add someone or friend someone

and it could start the chain all over again.

- Then what the fuck is the point?

I mean you're basically sayin' it never stops.

- That's not what I'm saying at all.

I'm saying change starts with one,

but it takes a whole army to win the war.

- No, this is bullshit.

C'mon, let's go.

- Look, lemme just say this, okay?

That message I sent you,

that message I sent to dozens and dozens of people

and you're the only one that responded to it.

You see?

The people just don't care.

I mean the people would rather pass the blame

but the choice is yours.

- Okay, I've heard enough of this shit.

Let's go.

- Wait, wait.

Take this with you.

- What's this? - It's good luck.

- Stupid ass.

- You said you were gonna let me go.

- I said if,

if he knew how to stop this thing and he doesn't.

- Ty, you're missing what he's saying.

- No, actually I'm not.

I know exactly what he's sayin'

which is you're gonna get the post again.

And when you do, it's bye-bye Becca.

- Are you really not even gonna try to break the chain?

- Shut up with that bullshit

and walk.

- Tyler, will you please listen to me?

- Becca, shut the fuck up and walk.

- Ty, please. - Becca, go.

And I swear to God if you turn around again,

I'm gonna shove this knife in your fucking neck.

- You know what?

You're gonna pay for this.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- C'mon. C'mere, kid.

- Oh my god.

- It's okay.

C'mere, it's okay.

It's okay.

You're okay.

I got ya.

Wait, wait, wait.

You sure you're okay?

Okay.

Look, we gotta go.

- What about him?

- He's dead.

- But we can't just leave him here.

- What, do you wanna take him with us?

- No. - Then we leave him here.

- Really?

Just like that?

- Yeah, just like that.

- But that just doesn't seem right.

- Look, this isn't "Weekend at Bernie's".

C'mon. - What?

What's "Weekend at Bernie's"?

- Wait, what?

You've never seen "Weekend at Bernie's"?

- No.

- You're sure you're okay?

It's only like the best movie ever.

Are you kidding me? - Okay, then show it to me.

- Oh, I failed so bad.

- Look at you two love birds.

Still got some moves, huh?

- Becca.

- Come on.

Show me how old people dance.

Don't be shy.

- You better not be posting any of that.

- Oh, I am.

Lemme get in on it.

I remember the day you fell in

with your phone and everything.

- It was your damn fault.

- No, it wasn't.

- No, not you.

It was your mom's fault. - Oh please.

I told Becca it was an accident.

Did you really?

I knew it.

I knew it.

- You knew nothing.

- Yes, I did. - No 'cause I'm good.

- I'll be right back. - Yeah.

- Yeah, you're dreaming.

- I knew it.

- You totally didn't.

- I totally knew.

Becca, are you okay?

- Yes, are you okay?

- Yeah.

- You sure you're okay?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

- Your brother comin' home today?

Would you give him a call for me?

- Yeah.

- All right, man.

See ya.

- 37 new calls.

28 new messages.

Tina.

What?

No.

Becky.

Yes.

What's up, girl?

Just got home.

What is this?

- What in the fuck?

Whoa. - What's up?

- My whole gimbal just rolled.

- Fuck.

- Keep going. Go, go, go, go.

Right there. - Right there.

- That's it. - Now that's the money shot.

- Uncomfortably close. - Yeah.

- So yeah, you wanna be uncomfortably close.

Now the blade, let it come up between.

You know, let it come up between the gap

because I don't wanna see that blade until then

you know, when it comes up.

- Oh my god. - All right, that's great.

- It's a lotta dialogue, dude.

You're doin' a terrific job. - Yeah, I got it.

I need to slow down.

I think I'll get it if I slow down.

I'm just goin' a little fast. - Just take your time, man.

- 'Cause you're doin' good.

- Yeah? Thank you.

- Hurry up, man. It's hot.

Let's go, let's go. - Yeah, you're right.

- And you just put him in rush mode again.

- "Share this post with someone you know,

not the person who shared it with you.

You have woman to share."

I messed up.

- Action.

- Goddammit. - Nope.

- Well that's exactly what I'm doin'.

However, she was sayin' that I'm gonna be sayin'

the exact same thing back to her.

Yeah. - He's mimicking her.

- Okay, okay. - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not sucking her dick

'cause that'd be hard to do.

I'm just sayin'. - That'd be impressive.

- It might be a way to get in to the situation.

You know what I mean?

- That's a whole other party for a whole other movie.

- We're rolling.

- You never cut. - Oh really?

- Editor's gonna love that.

- Oh my god, that's a good blooper right there, baby.

- Hey, we got that on there. - That's a good blooper.

- I don't do the outdoors.

- You kiddin' me, man?

No cellphones, no internet.

Just the good old, fresh,

fresh, old fuckin' goddammit. - Mm-hmm.

- Did I get tanned?

- Totally. Did I?

- Not really.

- Do it one more time without the laugh.

- Dude, what'd you laugh for? - I'm so sorry.

Did I get tanned?

- Totally. Did I?

- Not really.

- Bitch.

- One more. - Dude, you're still smilin'.

One more time.

- You know what?

You're gonna pay.

- Oh. - Shit.

- What happened?

- God smacked him. - It blew off?

- The fuckin' sign folded in half

and hit me in the head.

- I'm still rolling.

Still rollin' after one. - Sorry, we're still rolling.

- Take two.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah yeah.

- And everything is all right.

- Jogger. - All right.

- And JC. - Woo.

- Let's go. - Yeah.