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(roller skates clattering)
(grungy rock music) ♪ 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 ♪
- [Singer] 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 ♪
(crowd chattering)
(lights clicking)
(games beep)
(car tires screech)
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
- Roller King, this is Rachel.
- [Caller] Satan!
- Fuck off!
(tense music)
- Wendy the hoe.
- Felicia the slut. (ominous music)
(knocking)
- 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.
(ominous music)
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.
- [Rachel] 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?
(ominous music)
- Gotta take a shit.
Hey, French, you see this?
(guys laughing)
- [French] Yeah.
- Toilet's kinda tripping.
Shit!
- What?
- [Daley] 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.
- [Rachel] 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.
(doors slamming)
- 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? (ominous music)
- 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.
(chuckling)
- 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.
- [Rachel] 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. (ominous music)
- This, this is the good shit.
What's up, Rach?
What's up, boss?
- [Rachel] What's going on here?
- A little lesson for the day.
French, grab me a straw, buddy.
(Rachel chuckling)
- [Rachel] Oh my God.
Oh my God, are you really gonna smoke that?
- Heh, I sure am.
Anybody got a light? (ominous music)
(coughing)
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.
- [Wendy] I wanna try it.
- Oh, I haven't done that since middle school, shit!
- [Rachel] Oh my God.
(Rachel chuckling)
- Yeah! (Wendy coughing)
Gimme that. Gimme that.
(group laughing)
(coughing)
- [Wendy] Come on, Rachel!
- [Daley] Yeah?
- [All] Come on!
- No.
- [Wendy] Don't let it go out!
- [Daley] 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.
(group cheering)
- Good stuff. Good stuff.
Good stuff. Who wants one?
- Oh, you know, hit me up with me one.
(ominous music)
(intense music)
(ominous music)
- It makes the back of my head tingle.
(coughing)
- You know, I used to smoke coffee too.
- [Cara] 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.
(Daley coughing)
- Tea or mustard?
- [Wendy] 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.
(phone ringing)
(ominous music)
Seriously...
- [Daley] 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?
- [All] 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?
- [Daley] 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?
- [Rachel] Who knows?
- Well, the tragic irony is that the parents
have enough money to put the kid in college.
- Ugh, man, Daley. (Daley laughing)
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.
(group chuckling)
- Race you for the lockers?
- [French] Let's go.
- [Rachel] 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?
- [Rachel] 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.
- [Rachel] 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.
(ball clattering)
- [Daley] 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.
(girls distantly chattering)
- 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?"
(laughing) - 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.
(phone ringing) (ominous music)
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.
(phone ringing)
- 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.
- [Cara] You like Rachel?
- I mean, she's all right.
You can tell she was a real honey back in the day, you know?
- [French] 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.
- [French] Hah.
- Was that Brandon? - Yes.
(phone ringing)
(ominous music)
Roller King.
- [Caller] Satan!
- Was it the guy again?
- And I thought I was a fucking loser.
(phone ringing)
Satan!
See, I can do it too, man.
(caller laughing)
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!
(ominous music)
- [Cara] 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.
- [Daley] 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.
- [French] 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?
- [Rachel] 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.
- [Rachel] 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.
- [French] 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!
(group cheering) (upbeat rock music)
- 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 ♪
(exciting rock music)
♪ 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 ♪
(Daley sighing)
- Hm, actually, it would probably awkward to have sex
with these things on.
- My mind would be on other things.
(Daley laughs) 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.
(phone ringing)
- 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.
(ominous music)
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.
(owl hooting) (ominous music)
- [French] 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.
(pinball machine beeping)
- Come on, girls. Party's over.
- Come on, Rachel.
You never let us play.
- [Rachel] 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.
(knocking)
You better die soon.
- [Wendy] Love you, Rach.
- I'm serious.
I'll pull the plug.
(knocking)
- 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?
- [Rachel] Sure. That's fine.
- [Alicia] Okay. Can I use your bathroom real quick?
- [Rachel] Sure. Come on in. - [Alicia] Okay, thank you.
(suspenseful music)
- What are you looking at?
- Your ugly fucking face, hoe.
(ominous music)
- Fucking bitch.
(toilets flushing)
- Hey, guys.
- [Both] 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.
- [Daley] 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?
- [Cara] 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.
(Cara indistinctly whispering)
- 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.
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(car revving)
(phone ringing) (ominous music)
- Okay.
That's it.
Son of a bitch.
(payphone ringing)
We would have to have the last payphone on Earth
still allowing incoming calls.
(knocking)
- Thank you.
- [Rachel] 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.
(door slams)
- [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.
- [Rachel] Does anyone have any jumper cables?
- Why?
- Sorry.
- Why?
Does she need a hump? I mean, a jump?
(group laughing)
- Come on, guys. Be serious.
- No. - Sorry.
I'll give her a hump then.
(group laughing)
- [Rachel] Sorry, nobody had any cables.
- That's okay. I'll call Eddie.
- [Rachel] Okay, Alicia.
(crickets chirping)
Come on, Eddie.
(ominous music)
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.
(tense music)
(intense music)
(ominous music)
- 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.
(tense music)
- Oh, you're so dead!
(Wendy's voice echoing)
(lockers slamming)
(Wendy sighs)
Sorry, a psycho bitch...
- Seriously?
(Cara sighs)
(suspenseful music)
Daley, what the fuck?
This isn't funny!
Daley, I have shit to do! Cut it out!
(tense music)
(lockers clattering)
- [Daley] Hey, French!
- [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?
(Wendy laughing)
- Nice, French.
Nice to know you got my back, man.
- Oh, come on.
Like Rachel wouldn't tell them anyway.
(ominous music)
- 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.
(Daley sighs)
Here I go.
(Daley coughs)
- Cara!
(Daley sighs)
(knocking)
- Come in!
- What's up, Daley?
- Hey! - Hey.
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.
(ominous music)
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.
(phone ringing) (suspenseful music)
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.
- [Caller] Satan!
Fuck you, I'm trying to, suck it, loser!
- [Caller] 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.
(Daley gasping)
- 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.
(vacuum cleaner whirring)
- 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.
(ominous music)
- Spaz was right.
Stop screwing around, French. Come on.
(suspenseful music)
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!
(intense music)
- Come on, Cara. Where are you?
(suspenseful music)
- 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.
- [Rachel] 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.
(ominous music)
(rock music playing) ♪ The beat ♪
♪ Feel it in your lungs ♪
♪ Feel it vibrate ♪
♪ The bass, it pounds ♪
♪ The power of the heavy drum ♪
(machine whirring)
(intense music)
- 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.
(suspenseful music)
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.
(tense music)
So how come you're wearing all that nasty stuff anyways?
(suspenseful music)
(Wendy gasping)
(ominous music)
(rock music faintly playing)
♪ Let's do it, or don't do it ♪
♪ Nothing's in the rules of the game ♪
(tense music)
- [Rachel] Hey.
- [French] Hey.
- [Rachel] Where'd everybody go?
- [French] I don't know.
- [Rachel] 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.
(ominous music)
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.
(ominous music)
- 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?
(tense music)
(French's footsteps echoing)
Shit!
Where's Wendy?
- What's left of her is on the edge of this blade.
- You bitch!
(ominous music)
- 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.
(ominous music)
(French panting)
As for the phone calls, I think it's Allen,
but it doesn't matter now.
(suspenseful music)
- 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?
(Rachel laughs)
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.
(tense stinger)
Who's there?
- [French] Daley?
- Daley's dead.
- Then who the hell is that?
(tense stinger)
- I don't know.
Why don't you go find out?
(tense stinger) Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
- Sorry, Wendy.
(tense stinger)
(ominous music)
Damn!
(intense music) (French groaning)
- 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!
(tense music)
Fuck, damn it!
(Rachel screaming)
No, stop!
Fuck, no!
(Rachel screaming) (ominous music)
(French gasping)
(crickets chirping)
- 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.
(French sighs)
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.
(crickets chirping)
(suspenseful music)
Mike!
Mike?
(ominous music)
Mike?
(somber music)