Thingy (2026)

[bunniefuu]

(bright pensive music)

(triumphant orchestral music)

(bright ethereal music)

(eerie pensive music)

(static crackling)

(partygoer

speaking indistinctly)

(partygoer laughing)

(partygoer

speaking indistinctly)

- Hey. (laughs)

- Hey.

(partygoer groaning)

(partygoer coughing)

- And we out here, man.

This is my boy, gamer boy.

- How you doing?

Hey, what's up? (laughs)

(partygoer laughing)

- Nuts.

- [Partygoer] Exactly.

- Everybody, Big Pete.

You know where the party's at?

Come through.

(static crackling)

(static crackling)

(insects chirping)

(dog barking)

(engine rumbling)

(dogs barking)

(cigarette crackling)

(Amanda exhaling)

(door squeaking)

(pool ba*ls clacking)

(person speaking indistinctly)

- I don't really

do this, online dating.

- Tart's a funny name.

- Yeah, it is, isn't it?

- [Speaker] Cigarette

burning (indistinct).

- It's my mother's maiden name.

- You married or something?

- No.

(people speaking indistinctly)

Do you think

you're a bad person?

- In what sense?

- There are

a couple obvious ones.

- I wouldn't hurt anyone.

(bright music)

Thought you left.

- Give yourself

a little more credit.

- I think your tongue is blue.

May I?

(tongue squelching)

- [Amanda]

Where are you staying?

(eerie pensive music)

(lips smacking)

- I'd like to play you a song.

(jacket rustling)

Do you like Stravinski?

- Sure.

- This piece, "Rite of Spring,"

first time it was

performed, it caused riots.

(bright orchestral music)

In it, a young girl

dances herself to death

for the ritual of spring.

(lips smacking)

- Intense.

- Yeah, it's feverish.

Keeps me calm.

- It's kind of psycho.

- I thought you were into that.

- I am.

(lips smacking)

(Amanda exhaling)

(lips smacking)

- Wait.

- What? What is it?

- Do you understand what's

happening right now?

- Yeah.

In this moment. I'm good.

- [Tart] No,

no. Are you paying attention?

- To what?

- [Tart] To the world?

- What are

we even talking about?

- Before we continue, I need

to know that you are aware.

- Okay.

- That there's sh*t out there.

I'm not trying to scare

you, but we're not alone.

I got very close to something

and it's not what you think.

It was more like poison.

(lips smacking)

As soon as I saw you, I

knew you could take it.

- Your d*ck?

- Not everyone can.

Now you get to keep it.

(Tart and Amanda groaning)

(lips smacking)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie pensive music)

(fingers clacking)

(Tart coughing)

- Hey, I'm gonna go.

Thanks for the beer.

(Tart coughing)

Are you okay?

- [Tart] No. You need to go.

You need to go, please.

- Do you want

me to call somebody?

(door clacking)

- No.

Wait.

(Tart growling)

(body thudding)

(body thudding)

(Tart and Amanda groaning)

(neck creaking)

(Tart groaning)

(Tart gasping)

(liquid babbling)

(eerie pensive music)

(ice clacking)

(Winnie exhaling)

- [Winnie] Can you not be a

sulky b*tch tonight, please?

- Leave me alone.

- It's gonna be fun, dude.

Who knows?

Maybe you'll finally get to

suck some d*ck or something.

- Oh my God.

- What?

- I don't wanna see him.

- What did

we talk about, Frankie?

Hmm?

Okay.

He probably won't be there,

but, like, if

he is, who gives a sh*t?

- I hate him.

- f*ck him. He sucks.

(siren howling)

- [Winnie] See.

- [Frankie]

I feel like such a loser.

- What?

No.

No.

Okay.

But seriously,

like, are you good?

Like good, good?

- No.

- What? (exhales)

- I'm not gonna

k*ll myself, okay?

- Frankie.

We are going to

a party. Remember?

It's gonna be

a fun, slutty time.

- My God, this is so dumb.

- For someone who can't drive,

you can complain a lot.

- Winnie.

Wait, where are we going?

- [Partygoer] Yo.

(partygoer groaning)

(people chattering)

- [Partygoer] I'm

sorry (indistinct).

(people chattering)

- [Partygoer] What's up, man?

(people chattering)

- [Partygoer] What's up, man?

- [Partygoer] Hey.

(bottles clanging)

(people chattering)

- [Partygoer] f*cking

ragers in this house.

- f*ck.

He's like literally

the only person here.

- It's literally not true.

- [Frankie] This is stupid.

- Chill, dude. We're here.

- He came here with someone.

- I know.

It's Darla, too.

I'm sorry.

- I feel sick.

- Stop, Frankie.

Look at me.

f*ck him and f*ck her.

That chick sucks.

- Winnie, I want to go.

- We came all the way out here.

Can you please at least

just make it worth it?

- I just knew

this was gonna happen.

- Just let me f*ck

Pete and then we'll go.

Okay.

- Ugh.

(lighter clacking)

There's no service.

(Winnie coughing)

- What, you need to like

call someone all of a sudden?

- No, but I could

hide with my phone.

- Remember, no sulking.

Please.

Please.

- [Frankie] Okay.

(upbeat music)

- [Partygoer] Hey, guys.

- Hi.

- [Partygoer] Hi.

- Yeah.

What do you wanna do if

someone f*ck with me?

- Pull up, b*tch.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Because that's g*ng.

- For real.

On my sister. That's her.

My sister.

Thing one.

- (laughs) And thing two.

(people chattering)

(door clacking)

- So you did make it?

- Yeah.

- How's the whole

love addiction going?

You could have at

least texted me back.

- Yeah.

- Girl, I called you.

- Yeah, sorry.

(feet clacking)

(floorboards creaking)

- Yeah. What's up?

I'll be right down.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I want to feel you.

- (laughs) No, no, no.

I don't think

so, girly.

- Please.

- No, no.

- Please.

- f*cking stop.

Alright, stop.

- Please.

- Hey, stop.

- Sorry, I don't

know what just happened.

- You good?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I think I'm just

gonna go back downstairs.

(feet clacking)

(floorboards creaking)

(lips smacking)

- Oh, damn, Frankie.

- f*ck.

Right. Here we go.

- What's up?

- Hey, Silas.

(lighter clacking)

- Hey, try not to f*ck him.

- What's up?

Come here. Give me a hug.

Come on.

You missed me. (laughs)

What's up?

You need anything?

I got you.

- No.

- Are you good, dude?

- [Amber] Silas.

- Okay.

Okay.

I'm leaving.

- Why don't you go see your boy.

Yo, Silas cooler than

Cool and the g*ng

Doing his thing

While these girlies

want to Google his wang

d*ck looking like a

wet goose in the rain

Probably going to lose it

from what

that could do to his brain

He doodoo'd his brain

That means he's

going poopoo insane

That means thinking he

the sh*t is his usual game

Who could refrain?

I do it, man

I do what I do

Silas keep

it cooler than cool

- What's up, man?

Yo, what's up?

You want some smoke?

(upbeat music)

(Darla exhaling)

(people chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(water dripping)

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering)

(buttons clacking)

- Oh, no, no.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

- Hey, go.

- Jesus, sorry.

- [Partygoer] Yeah.

(partygoer laughing)

- [Partygoer] Boom.

Boom.

(indistinct) Silas the best

Take my girl out for chow

mein at the Panda Express

I'm in there with my

arm around her shoulder

Slap a hand on her breast

But inside panic attacks

I can deal with the stress

(indistinct) death

(Silas rapping indistinctly)

(door clacking)

(door clacking)

(grass crunching)

- Hey.

- Are we being cute?

- [Amanda] Is this your car?

- Yeah.

- You wanna

come sit for a minute?

- Yeah, say less.

- Honestly, Frankie.

(door thudding)

- Oh my God.

- We agreed.

We agreed.

We agreed on space.

- How would

I know you'd be here?

- Really?

- I don't wanna see you either.

- You think this is easy

for me or something?

- Yeah, I do.

- It's not.

- [Partygoer] Danny.

- Should I ask her?

- Oh (indistinct).

- No. You're kidding.

No way.

- Nice. Real nice.

- Leave me alone.

- Listen, if you gave me

some level of independence,

we might be in...

- [Darla] Danny.

- There you go.

- You should leave.

(eerie suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

- He's probably f*cking

smoking some other girl out

in his car right

now, high off his a*s,

saying some bullshit

I'm gonna have to explain

to people later about

how it's not even true and he

doesn't know what he's saying

'cause he's super f*cked up and

this is what he always does.

f*ck.

(lips smacking)

(eerie pensive music)

(metal clacking)

- What you gonna do with that?

(Silas laughing)

Kinky.

(Silas groaning)

What's up?

(metal thudding)

(Silas groaning)

(metal thudding)

(liquid squelching)

(upbeat music)

I do

Let's go

You came in

I was so hurt

Even then just another guy

But when you returned

You turned from me

That's all it takes

My destiny

Baby

Come home

Touch me

All over

Don't let

this angel die alone

Don't let

this angel die alone

Will you run

Run from me

When we burned

down it's gotta be

Will you run

Run from me

What I am, I'm empty

- [Jason]

I like dancing with you.

You're funny at it.

- Thank you.

- Trust me, it's a good thing.

- Didn't we go

to school together?

Will you run

- Maybe.

Run from me

- Okay.

- All right. You got me.

We did.

You left though.

- Yeah.

- I always

wondered where you went.

Will you run

Run from me.

I liked your hair.

- What?

- I don't knw.

It stood out.

- (laughs) Oh my God.

- Didn't mean to freak you out.

- You didn't.

- You were always

with Danny ayways.

- Yeah.

- Can I be honest with you?

- Okay.

- You deserve better.

You are so much more than

everyone at his party.

I mean, I was scared to

talk to you at first,

but, you kno,

I'm glad I can now.

(shoulder crackling)

What's up, mn?

- Hey.

- That guy's a trip. (laughs)

- What the fck?

- Do you want a beer?

I've been cooking 'em.

(door squeaking)

- Wow. Clever.

(door clanging)

Aren't you gonna have one?

- No, I don't...

I don't touch the stuff.

- But didn't you bring them?

- No, my buddy

did, but he won't mind.

(can clacking)

- Okay.

- [Winnie] Frankie La La.

- Oh no.

- Your keeper calls.

- Thanks for this.

- Yeah, yeah. No problem.

- [Partygoers] Hot seat.

Hot seat. Hot seat.

Hot seat. Hot seat.

Hot seat. Hot seat.

Hot seat.

Hot seat.

(Darla groaning)

Hot seat.

Hot seat.

Hot seat.

Hot seat.

Hot seat, hot

seat, hot seat, hot...

- So y'all do

know how to play right?

- I'm so ready for this.

- Okay, so everyone gets

one minute in the hot seat.

You have to sit on the radiator

and anyone can ask you anything.

If you're in

the circle, you have to play.

But don't be a p*ssy.

It's more fun when

you actually answer.

Okay?

So, who goes first?

- I think you probably should

for making us

play this dumb game.

- Okay, you b*tch, let's go.

- [Partygoer] Dad got mad at me

when we were

still living together.

- [Partygoer] Oh, my God.

- [Partygoer]

I know, what did you do?

- [Partygoer] Well, he moved

out of the (indistinct).

- Okay, Frankie.

Set the timer.

- [Partygoer] It's

enough he watches the TV

and he's like right next to it.

- [Partygoer] Like (indistinct).

- [Partygoer]

Yeah, it's f*cking weird.

- Starting now.

- Have you ever

had an eating disorder?

- Have you ever

watched someone die?

- No. And no.

- Did you like my d*ck?

- No, what the f*ck?

- [Partygoer]

Jesus Christ (indistinct).

- I think you're

supposed to answer that.

- [Partygoer] What?

(people laughing)

- Does chocolate milk

come from brown cows.

- That's what I've always said.

- What's

the worst day of your life?

- Um when dad left, probably.

- [Partygoer] Oh, sh*t.

- When?

- I don't know. I was like 16.

- He left?

- Yeah, he had,

like, another family.

- Uh, who do

wanna f*ck the most?

- Oh, I'm blushing.

- How about who in this room

haven't you f*cked, Winnie?

Hmm? Hmm?

- Obviously Danny.

- Oh yeah, for sure.

(timer buzzing)

- Time's up.

It's done.

- Yo, but for real, Winnie,

I had a great time with you.

- Eww.

- [Partygoer] Eww.

- Like, where

the f*ck even were you?

- Take a minute out in my car.

- What does that even mean?

- I was f*cking passed out.

You know?

- Okay.

- Jesus.

- Yeah, sure.

Okay.

- Come on, baby girl.

You know you're

the only one for me.

- How do I know that?

- Come on.

- You're agitating me.

(Silas gagging)

What?

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Now that I'm with you.

- (laughs) You're a joke.

- Come here, baby.

- Stop.

- Who else pulls

you close like me?

- Quit it.

- Who else touches you like me?

- Okay.

- God, you are packing

so much heat back here.

- [Amber] Okay.

- [Silas] God, you rev me up.

(lips smacking)

(Silas groaning)

- Baby, are you okay?

- Yeah, it's nothing.

I gotta quit smoking pot.

- [Amber] f*ck.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I just don't think it's that

weird to breastfeed as a kid.

- So you were four?

- Yeah, I was four.

So the f*ck what?

- [Partygoer]

That's why you're so big.

- [Pete] Sure.

(lips smacking)

- Well, that means you're

into milk play then, right?

- Yeah. I don't know.

It's not like I think

of my mom or anything.

All right?

Milk play.

- (indistinct) f*cking move.

(lips smacking)

- Yo, baby.

Slow down.

- If you guys had to

either k*ll each other

or f*ck each

other, what would you do?

- Oh my God.

I don't want to answer that.

- Wait, that's

actually kind of genius.

- I mean, I don't think

I could like k*ll you.

- Oh my God,

this game is so f*cked up.

- Wait, have you guys kissed?

They had to have

known someone would ask.

- That's a good question to me.

- Wait, did

I like miss the answer.

(lips smacking)

- [Partygoers] Kiss, kiss,

kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,

kiss, kiss.

- f*ck, guys.

I'd rather k*ll her.

- Sarah.

- What?

(head thudding)

(Amber groaning)

(fluid babbling)

- I don't think

I'm that experienced.

- Yeah, right, man.

- Okay. Okay.

So who in the room

do you want to smooch?

- No, I think

we need like a full answer

to that first question.

You know?

Come on.

- No, Darla, I've never

been up f*cked up the a*s.

(partygoers laughing)

- Hey, don't kick it

until you try it, babe.

- All right.

Time's up, little doggy.

- [Partygoers] Hot seat.

Hot seat. Hot seat.

Hot seat.

- So like do you sh**t

or do you just dribble?

- What does that even mean?

(partygoers laughing)

- It's about your c*m.

- [Partygoer] Bro.

- sh**t, I guess.

Yeah.

Whoa.

- [Winnie] Do you ever eat it?

- I mean, we all do, right?

- [Partygoer] Oh.

- I've certainly tried.

- [Pete] Who is this guy?

- Wait, wait.

I thought

I heard you were a virgin.

- I've done stuff.

- What stuff?

- Well, you know?

- Oh my god.

Incel alert.

- What?

No, I just haven't found

that special someone.

- I can be special.

(partygoer speaks indistinctly)

- Tonight can be special.

- I'm like

basically g*y, you guys.

- Oh yeah?

Why do you only f*ck dudes then?

- [Partygoer] Ouch.

- I mean, there's not like a

lot of girls out here, so...

- Hello.

- Winnie.

I don't think you count.

- Guys. Can I like get up?

Like, this thing

is like really hot.

- [Partygoer] No.

- Yeah. Wait.

So do you like guys or what?

- f*ck off.

(partygoer groaning)

- Bro. This isn't even

part of the hot seat.

How high are you right now?

- [Partygoer] Oh my God.

We could look this flexible.

- [Partygoer]

Yo, how's this guy?

- [Partygoer]

Winnie gone f*cked him.

- This one's for you, Dad.

- No, tweaker. Sit down.

- [Winnie] When did you

lose your virginity?

- Sit down so

we can ask you questions.

- Ask me, ask me a question.

Ooh, it's hot over here.

- What's your favorite drug?

- Love.

(partygoers laughing)

- [Partygoer] Right.

(people chattering)

(partygoer laughing)

- [Partygoer] Are you okay?

(people chattering)

- So, Darla, do those things

ever like get in the way?

- Oh, is it my turn now?

- I mean, you might as well.

We all know

you scrape the sh*t off

of his d*ck when you touch it.

- Actually, men are into them.

You would know.

- Men.

- They look cool to me.

- God, I bet there's so much

sh*t collected up under there.

- Winnie, leave it alone.

- Oh, I bet you like it.

Talons up your a*s.

- Would you shut the f*ck up?

- Hey, come on now.

- Oh, I see what you're doing.

- I ain't doing sh*t, b*tch.

- I think it's maybe Frankie's

turn to get in the hot seat.

- I don't wanna play.

- Oh, come on.

You're sitting in the circle.

No excuses.

That's what she said, right?

- Hey, she said

she doesn't want to do it.

- I don't know.

Dark to just spy.

- Oh, whatever.

(sighs) I'll just f*cking go.

- [Darla] Okay, Frankie's turn.

Let's go.

- Let's go, Frankie.

- Is it true that like you

were sent to Oak Woods?

- Bro?

- Yeah.

- [Game Boy] Why?

- I was into pills and sh*t.

- Yeah. Maybe ask Danny.

- Okay, my turn.

Tell us about your mom.

What's it like being the

kid of a skitso, huh?

Hey, wake up, b*tch.

- Come on, enough.

- Yeah, there's

like an intensity here

that's like a lot. (laughs)

- What's up with your mom?

- She was seeing stuff.

- You wanna know

why he dumped you?

- What?

- Darla.

- Yeah. What the f*ck?

- I can tell

you if you wanna know.

- Stop. Okay.

- It's sad when someone

doesn't love you, isn't it?

(door clacking)

(door clacking)

- Hey, Frankie, hey.

- Don't look at me.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You did not deserve that.

- Doesn't even matter.

(lips smacking)

I don't know if I can, you know?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I'm sorry.

- It's cool.

I'm just totally broken.

- I can leave you alone

if, or whatever, whatever.

(Silas coughing)

- Hey, hey, man.

Silas.

Hey, you okay, man?

- Yeah, no, I'm good.

I'm good.

My stomach's just f*cked up.

- You need a Pepto or something?

- No, I'm good.

I don't wanna

talk about it, man.

I'm good.

- [Frankie] Maybe

you ate something weird.

- Oh God.

It feels like something's

jumping inside my stomach.

- Oh, just relax. Okay.

We can go inside.

- I did something real bad.

I hurt her, man.

I really hurt her.

- [Jason] Who?

- Didn't mean to hurt her.

I just couldn't stop.

- [Pete] Hey,

stop f*cking around outside.

Weird.

- Are we just gonna let him go?

- I think he just needs

a breather, something.

(wind whooshing)

- [Pete] Hello.

(Silas coughing)

(people chattering)

- Guys.

Guys.

I think Amber is hurt.

- Who?

- Anyone?

Amber?

Where did Amber go?

- Oh, so you're

obsessed with Amber now.

- [Frankie] Where were you?

- I've been here.

- But Silas said

that you were hurt.

- I'm fine.

- Dude, this

girl is f*cking whack.

I don't wanna be around her.

Let's go smoke outside.

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

- That Frankie

girl is such a loser.

Like he's not your man,

girl, get it in your head.

And I'm, like, not calling

her fat or anything,

but Winnie really needs to

dress for her body type more.

Like, it's just kind of sad.

You know what I mean?

Amber, are you even

f*cking listening to me?

Oh my God.

What?

What is going on?

(eerie pensive music)

(lips smacking)

(lighter clacking)

(people chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(partygoers laughing)

(pills clacking)

(Frankie sighing)

(pills clacking)

(Frankie sighing)

(keys clanging)

(urine babbling)

(suspenseful music)

(beads clacking)

- [Danny] Hey.

- Oh, I didn't see you.

- It's dark. Whatever.

- What is it?

- Coral.

- Oh.

- Sit with me.

- Listen. That was

f*cked of Darla.

She doesn't know

what she's talking about.

- Everybody

always knows my business.

- It's not fair to you.

You miss her?

Your mom?

- Yeah.

I miss her.

- I'm sorry.

- It's fine.

It's over.

- No, for everything.

I had no idea.

- You must have had some idea.

- I was just

trying to make you happy.

I've never been through

anything like that.

That's f*cking dumb to say.

- Could we talk about

something else, please?

- Yeah.

Yeah, totally.

- I know you might think

that this isn't hard for me,

but it is.

- Danny, please.

- Look, I wanted it to work

out as much as you did.

- You dumped me.

- It's not that simple.

- Okay.

- Look, I was losing myself

in the whole thing, right?

- Why did you call me in here?

I can't...

- Frankie, when I see you,

I want to be near you.

Just 'cause it didn't work out

doesn't mean

I don't have feelings still.

- Please.

- [Danny] I should have

been there for you, Frankie.

(curtain clacking)

(melancholic music)

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

- [Frankie] What?

- I can't do

this again, Frankie.

- [Frankie] What if we're

meant to be together?

- That's not a real thing.

- [Frankie] Don't say that.

- I'm just not

the right person for you.

- Okay.

- What the f*ck

am I gonna tell Darla?

- We just kissed.

- It wouldn't be

that cool for her.

- Okay?

Don't tell her.

- Don't be pissed.

What did you expect?

- I get it.

- It's just gonna

be hard for us, I guess.

(suspenseful music)

- [Frankie] For you.

- What the hell is this?

- Darla?

- [Danny] What the f*ck?

- Danny, wait.

- Frankie.

(head thudding)

- I'm sorry.

I'm f*cked up.

- It's all right.

- Please don't leave me here.

- I'll be right back.

- No, no, no, no.

(feet clacking)

(crickets chirping)

(partygoers cheering)

(partygoer

speaking indistinctly)

- [Partygoer] Let's go. Come on.

(partygoer screaming)

- Yes.

(partygoer

speaking indistinctly)

- [Partygoer] Yeah.

(people clamoring)

- Are you ready to lose?

Are you ready to lose?

- One, two, three.

(cans clacking)

(partygoers cheering)

- [Partygoers]

Chug, chug, chug, chug,

chug, chug, chug, chug,

chug, chug, chug, chug, chug.

(partygoers cheering)

- [Partygoer] Come

on, Winnie, let's go.

(Winnie speaking indistinctly)

(Pete speaking indistinctly)

- You, outside.

(partygoers groaning)

- Whatever.

Who thinks

I can't do that sh*t again?

(partygoers cheering)

- [Jason] sh*t. Sorry

- For what?

- This isn't okay.

I just wanted

to tell you that...

- Yeah?

Mm-hm?

- That I think Frankie

and Danny are, you know?

- [Darla] Know what?

- I just figured you'd

want to be informed.

- [Darla] Yeah.

- You're drunk.

- You can touch me.

(fluid squelching)

- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

- I really don't want

to be alone right now.

(eerie pensive music)

(lips smacking)

(people chattering)

- She was walking around

f*cking naked in the street.

Listen, dude.

Bro, bro (indistinct).

(people chattering)

What the f*ck's wrong?

- [Danny] I don't know.

This is your house.

- Oh, I'm sorry (indistinct).

All right?

- She doesn't even do sh*t.

- Okay, then explain to me

then what the f*ck is going on?

- I don't know.

- Look, I can't

have the cops here again.

Okay? I can't.

You understand?

- Yeah, man.

- You understand?

- I got it.

(lighter clacking)

- Hello. Hi.

f*cking human glitter ball.

Jesus, come on.

- I'm nobody.

- Yeah.

- Man, go chill,

All right?

- You know what?

- Everything's fine.

- I will.

I'm gonna f*ck

someone up right now.

(door clacking)

- Well, he remembers me.

- Yeah.

- Danny.

I don't know.

I think something's going on.

- She saw us maybe, got mad.

- No, there's something here.

I think Silas brought something.

- You are not still...

I mean, you know?

- No.

- Look, I swear I didn't

start it with Darla.

(suspenseful music)

- [Frankie] I don't care.

- Hey, Frankie.

Wait.

Hey. No smoking.

- What?

- You shouldn't be smoking.

- Oh my God.

- I'm serious.

- Don't do this.

- What are we gonna do?

(Frankie sighing)

- Excuse me?

- Frankie,

we gotta figure this one out.

- I can handle it.

- Frankie, don't be Ret*rded.

We gotta do this together.

- Oh, so now you care about us?

- Dude, this is big.

- Dude?

Wow.

I'm leaving.

(lips smacking)

(lamp thudding)

(flesh squelching)

(lamp thudding)

- [Pete] You look

so good when you were

laying into Darla like that.

- [Winnie] I know.

- That sh*t was hot.

- It felt so satisfying.

She's always such

a c**t to my friend.

- That sh*t was hot.

You look hot when you're nasty.

- It feels good.

I would do it again.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, you should.

- I was doing

it to perform for you.

I wanted you to

think I was mean.

- I liked it.

- [Winnie] Yeah.

- [Pete] Yeah.

- It's cool.

Like "Mean Girls."

- [Pete] Yeah,

I like "Mean Girls."

It was good.

- [Winnie] I'm

definitely a mean girl.

- Yo, Winnie, I don't think you

get where I'm coming from.

- What?

- Yo, buzz off.

- You're gonna pretend like

you weren't into it, huh?

Well, I guess

it's true what they say.

sl*t.

- Hey, shut the f*ck up.

- I could absolutely take you.

- Oh my God.

Don't be an idiot.

- Come on, fatso.

Try me.

(fist thwacking)

- [Partygoers] Ooh.

(partygoer laughing)

(Pete groaning)

(body thudding)

- [Partygoers] Fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight.

(fist thwacking)

- Can we just go, this sucks.

- Come on.

I'm finally having fun.

- I'm not having fun.

- [Pete] Winnie.

- Plus, something's

really wrong here.

- Frankie.

Do you ever think maybe you're

just a little bit paranoid?

- Stop.

Don't do that.

- You need to f*cking relax.

Everything is fine.

- That's not true.

(partygoers clamoring)

(partygoers

chattering indistinctly)

- [Partygoer] Give it back.

f*cking give it back.

- Just take one.

- [Pete] f*ck.

f*ck.

- Winnie.

You know I can't.

- It's only Xanax.

(partygoers laughing)

I already took one.

(pills clacking)

They're only 25s.

(Pete groaning)

- [Pete] f*ck,

f*ck, I'll k*ll you.

- [Tweaker] Yeah, I'll k*ll you.

- Now, go find that Jason guy.

(Pete and Tweaker groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

(birds chirping)

(lighter clacking)

Come

Your way

Your way

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

(birds chirping)

(Jason gasping)

(floor creaking)

(floor creaking)

(floor creaking)

(suspenseful music)

- I am just gonna go.

- How?

LOL.

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

Don't leave me here.

Promise me you won't.

(pensive music)

(partygoers laughing)

- And like that.

Just like that.

If you want to

f*cking reverse it.

This was like

the sh*t we would do.

Boom.

Reverse.

- [Partygoer] Elmo.

- Hey, Winnie.

- [Winnie] Yes.

- No, no, no.

Listen, I really need

to tell you something.

Okay.

- Where's Darla?

- [Pete] What?

- She was just here.

- She's not in here now.

Okay?

Leave.

- I'm gonna go back downstairs.

- What? No.

- No.

Winnie, listen.

If I hurt you or

led you on or whatever.

I'm Sorry.

- f*ck this.

I'm so f*cking dumb.

- No, no.

It's not you.

I just...

It's just...

It's like...

I just like sometimes this

sh*t doesn't f*cking work.

- Dude.

- You should stay though.

There's still beer.

- Yeah.

Okay, cool.

Thanks.

- Hey, you seen Darla?

- No.

f*ck.

- Can we please leave?

Like can

you give me a ride home?

- Yeah.

You know I got you.

- Can we go?

- I mean, yeah, but I can't

just leave Darla here.

- I'm pretty sure I saw

Darla K-I-S-S-I-N-Ging

that dork kid.

- What?

(Elsa shushing)

- Danny boy.

Come here.

I got something for you.

(pills clacking)

- [Jason] Hey.

- Jesus f*cking Christ.

You scared me.

- Yeah. Sorry.

I didn't mean to.

- You good, dude?

- Yeah, I feel so good.

- That's great for you.

Cool if I smoke?

(lighter clacking)

- Can I have some?

- You smoke pot?

- Why not?

- I don't know.

Remember, sobriety, LOL.

- It's fine.

(items clacking)

(Winnie exhaling)

- Man.

You're so good at that game.

(fluid babbling)

(partygoer groaning)

- [Pete] Oh, sh*t.

(partygoer and Pete groaning)

(head thudding)

(Pete groaning)

f*ck.

What the f*ck?

(bat thudding)

(partygoer groaning)

(bat thudding)

- f*ck you.

(flesh squelching)

(feet clacking)

- [Frankie] Winnie.

We gotta go now.

- I don't feel so good.

- [Frankie] What's going on?

Come on.

We gotta get outta here.

- I was having

a really hard time.

A bad dream.

I think I took

all my pills drinking.

(lid clacking)

- sh*t.

Winnie.

Oh my God.

- That guy didn't even like me.

He likes you.

- [Frankie] What

are you talking about?

- No one really likes me.

- Come on, Winnie.

We have to get outta here, okay?

Understand.

- Okay. Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Come on.

(keys jingling)

- [Winnie] It's not working.

- What's going on?

- The battery

thingy light is lit up.

- Winnie, come on.

- The car will

not start, Frankie.

- f*ck.

Okay, let me think.

Okay, wait here.

I will be right back.

- You're gonna leave me here?

- I will be right back.

I just need to get

someone else's keys.

- (laughs) I don't wanna

be alone here right now.

Are you serious?

(bat thudding)

(feet clacking)

(drawers clacking)

(Frankie gasping)

(Frankie gasping)

(keys jingling)

- [Elsa] Pete, please, please.

Oh God. Oh God.

He's dead.

Oh God.

Pete, please.

Please, God.

Oh God, Pete.

Pete. (cries)

Pete.

(partygoer

speaking indistinctly)

Get up.

Get up.

Get up.

Please.

Please.

Please.

(bat thudding)

(glass shattering)

(Frankie gasping)

- f*ck.

- Danny.

You know that I've always

really liked you, right?

- Well...

- Danny.

(beads clacking)

- Danny.

- whoa.

- What happens if someone

tries to f*ck with Frankie?

Get smoked.

You don't like smoke, get

out the kitchen, b*tch.

Yeah, right there.

Cute.

All right, Frankie? (laughs)

(static crackling)

- You won't leave me. Frankie.

(Winnie coughing)

- Get up.

Get up, please.

We just have to go to the car.

Okay?

- I had a really bad dream.

- Okay?

- I dreamt

that you hurt me, Frankie.

- Danny.

- Hurt you how?

- I think like he k*lled me.

- Okay.

Come on.

I'm gonna drive us.

Let's just get out of here.

- My neck really hurts.

Does it look weird?

- Winnie. What the f*ck?

(suspenseful music)

- He k*lled me.

- Winnie?

(Frankie groaning)

Get off me.

Get off.

(foot thudding)

(Frankie groaning)

- Winnie.

- Something bad.

Not okay.

My f*cking head, Frankie.

- I'm gonna go get help.

- Frankie, listen.

Danny, I'm sorry.

You were at the hospital.

He called me.

And he said he was lonely.

I'm sorry.

You need to go.

- Come with me.

- Frankie,

I don't wanna hurt you.

- Winnie.

- Frankie, go!

(suspenseful music)

(car beeping)

(starter motor whirring)

- Open the door, Frankie.

Hey, Frankie, it's me

It's Danny. Okay?

Open the door, Frankie.

(starter motor whirring)

I need you, Frankie.

I missed you so much.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(hands thudding)

- You don't have to

love me, but the kid.

(car beeping)

Look at me.

The kid.

You don't even know how to...

Open the f*cking door.

Open the door, Frankie.

(Frankie crying)

Come on.

Come on.

Open the door.

You don't even drive.

Frankie. Open

the f*cking door. (groans)

(engine rumbling)

f*ck.

(eerie pensive music)

(upbeat music)