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- I have one more for you to try.
- Gimme, gimme!
Did you hear thigh gaps are out?
Everything these days is big booty that
and high protein this.
But like honestly,
I can't help it if I'm genetically predisposed
to that heroin chic aesthetic.
Well, what do you think?
Do you think my followers will love it?
- Definitely.
- What about Cyrus?
Will he love it?
- Oh, won't be able to keep his hands off you.
Especially if you pair it with this.
- Oh, please. That'll get yanked off in like two seconds.
- Oh. - What can I say?
He's... Kinky.
- Oh!
- I dunno.
Cyrus doesn't really think silver is a good color on me.
- He said that?
- He has a very particular vision for me.
Oh my God, my skin is so dry.
I look like a dehydrated piece of fruit.
- You know, Daizy, you should really surround yourself
with people who make you feel good.
- What do you mean?
- I just wouldn't want you to be with someone who makes-
- Hey, that is the love of my life you're talking about.
You don't even know him.
So, just because your boyfriend's Mr. Perfect
doesn't mean you need to look down on mine.
- I know-
- Olivia!
- Coming! Sorry.
What's up?
- Is everything all right? - Yep.
She's just finishing up.
- Good.
Well, just remember, we are here to smile, nod,
stroke their ego and never under any circumstances,
offer opinions on their personal lives.
- Is it a bad thing to get to know the clients?
- Of course not.
You can get to know their bra size,
waistline, that sort of thing.
If she wants someone to talk to,
she can talk to one of our 3 million followers, right?
- Okay. Sorry.
- There we go.
Now go see if she wants the matching shoes as well.
- Actually, while I have you here, I've been really-
- Later.
- Okay, but later-
- Really, later.
♪ From a kingdom
- I'm sorry about earlier. It's none of my business.
- Don't worry about it. Thanks for having my back.
How's school by the way?
- Mm. Yeah.
It's going.
- That bad?
- Double major in fashion design and business.
Working at this place 30 hours a week on top of it.
It's a lot.
- You just have to trust that the universe has your back.
- Melissa?
- Yeah?
- Would now be a good time to chat?
- Sure.
- So I know that you're leaving soon and I've-
- 15 years I've been prostrating myself at the feet
of Hollywood's elite, measuring the in-seams
of sex predators and whatnot.
About time I made my big break.
Costume designer for the new Glass Studios film.
Who would've thought?
- Right, well, I know that the store manager position
will be open once you leave.
And I was really hoping we could revisit our conversation-
- Our conversation?
- Our conversation about my future here.
- We talked about this.
- I wanna be a personal stylist one day.
That's part of why I took this job.
You even said that you gave me the number
for Zendaya's stylist.
- Did I?
That was nice of me.
- Well-
- Let me stop you.
I've decided to go with an outside hire for my replacement.
- What?
- I have a favor to pay back. Long story.
But of course you can keep the job that you have now.
- Could I still get that stylist number?
- That was really more of a theoretical thing.
But I'm still rooting for you, girl.
Now lock up when you're done. Yeah?
- Fuck it.
- Hi, guys.
Hey, hey.
I've never done this before
and I'm probably gonna hate that I did this later,
but it's been one of those fucking days.
You know, let me just break it down for a sec. Okay?
I have been working at this boutique
for the last four years,
all through college nights and weekends.
And today I... It just feels like I'm not being valued.
Four months, my boss led me to believe
that I was gonna be promoted, you know?
And then today she just yanked it away.
I mean, I was counting on this promotion for my future.
And now what?
Wow, honestly, guys, I'm loving the support here,
but y'all gotta sit this one out, okay?
Please do not harass my boss or anything like that.
Okay?
Anyway, it just feels defeating
when you realize that hard work isn't enough.
You know, like most people want to hold you back.
It's like they're scared of you
getting a seat at the table or something.
And there are just so many unspoken rules.
You have to be confident, but not arrogant,
passionate, but practical.
It's exhausting. And...
Okay. Wow.
It's honestly really so comforting to see
that so many of you guys can relate to this.
And here I am bitching
and all you guys care about is my makeup routine?
For those wondering, I'm wearing VXV makeup. I'm...
Yeah, I mean, I'm not sponsored by them,
but yeah, I'll give 'em a shout out.
Anyway, thank you guys, everyone, thank you for listening.
This was weird, but kind of a vibe.
- So basically my thesis has kind of evolved
into this meta commentary about my thesis.
Like the irony of writing about ethical consumption
when the university you attend
has the same carbon footprint as the fucking Kardashians.
- I love it when you talk conscious consumerism to me, babe.
- Hmm? Just wait until I get into corporate accountability.
Talk about sexy.
- Oh, be still my beating heart.
- Yeah. You don't think I'm a fraud though, do you?
- Literally, the only new clothing
I've ever seen you purchase is underwear.
And you're writing your essay on a typewriter
that's older than you.
You are good.
- And we just won't talk about the fact
that I've been using ChatGPT for therapy for the past month.
- Maybe I need to be doing that
instead of going rogue on live.
- What?
- I know, it was super cringe.
- No, what are you talking about?
- Did you see it?
- I haven't been on social media for a few days.
- Oh, well, basically there was a lot of monologuing
for all of the world to see.
The gist of it is,
I'm not getting the store manager position.
- Ah, I am so sorry, Olivia. You deserve better.
But if there's one thing I know about you,
it's that you're resilient, right?
- I thought so.
But I don't know, Gabe, what if...
What if this is a sign?
I should have just listened to my Mom
and pursued something more practical.
- Look, just because your mom
is the Internet's favorite pop psychologist,
it doesn't mean you need to listen
to everything she says, okay?
- I just don't wanna be 30 struggling to pay my bills
and stuck in a ruthless industry
with one win for every 500 losses.
- That's not gonna happen.
Look, Melissa isn't the first person to knock you down.
She's not gonna be the last.
But you have more drive, more talent,
more, you know, special sauce on a bad day
than most people do on a good, okay?
I believe in you.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
- You two lovebirds gonna come inside
or stand here and fuck in my doorway?
- I thought this was our doorway.
- Oh, please, bro.
You spent almost every single night at Liv's place
for the past two months.
It's my damn doorway.
My Lord.
- Dude, I can never tell
if you're actually making fun of me or not.
- Nah, man. I think it's cool being a good citizen, shit.
Although, I distinctly remember you
going through an unholy amount
of single use tissues freshman year.
- I had allergies.
- Right. Right.
Allergies.
Me too. Yeah.
So it must be nice over there though, right?
- Over where?
- At Liv's!
- Right.
- I mean, I promise not to take it personally
that you heartlessly abandoned me
like two months before graduation.
- I abandon your horrendous shower singing
and your canned tuna fixation.
- Yeah, I'm a slut for omega-3s.
(Gabe chuckles) You know this.
- I'm fucking with you, bro.
I'm fucking with you.
- I know, I know.
I knew that. You're sensitive.
- Okay. Yep.
- You can keep that.
- Fuck, I hate Melissa. I hate that bitch.
- So normally I'm against hexes,
but I can make an exception in Melissa's case.
- (chuckles) Do not hex her.
- Fine. What's her star sign?
Is she a Gemini?
Bet she's a Gemini. That two-faced cuntbag.
- Okay, I appreciate all this, but let's just,
let's just not talk about Melissa anymore.
I get my mind off it.
- Oh, what should we do for our post grad trip?
John will not shut up about this Amalfi Coast pitch.
- John won't shut up about what?
- I don't know- - Fucking shit.
- Oh, we're talking about how bougie you are.
- Because I think a seaside villa
and a bottle of Furore Bianco would be sick as fuck?
By the way, Olivia is just as bougie,
she just tones down around Gabe.
- Oh, does she? - No, I don't.
The world is a mess. And I need my creature comforts.
And Gabe knows that.
- "Oh my Gabe knows it doesn't even-"
- Which is why I can't even convince her
to do a few days in Joshua Tree.
- Nope. - But I mean, personally,
I think we should all get out
and, you know, connect with nature.
- Okay, Greta Thunberg.
- Okay, you seriously don't expect me
to go camping, babe, do you?
Like be for real,
I am not spending my summer graduation trip
somewhere without wifi or an indoor plumbing system.
- You sure?
I'm telling you, shitting in a hole in the ground
is way cooler than it sounds.
♪ On top, on top, on top now
♪ My team shut it down to we clock out ♪
♪ Mm-Hm, hustlers to the front now ♪
♪ If you ain't no damn, would you know now ♪
♪ On top, on top, on top now
♪ If you ain't no damn, would you know now ♪
♪ My team shut it down to clock out ♪
♪ Old dog, new tricks and the new pound ♪
♪ Old boss, new crib with a new lounge ♪
♪ All source, new drip with a new style ♪
♪ All risk clocked out, it's a new round ♪
♪ Two sides of the coin for the same fee ♪
♪ My side look better than the movie ♪
♪ Old school, new school with the same dream ♪
♪ Shout up to the top of the new swim ♪
♪ Oh, I don't get along with your old rules ♪
♪ Rather find me a new dream
♪ We know that you're old news
♪ Every season a new team
♪ I got me a new move
♪ I got me a new name
♪ On top of (indistinct)
♪ Close shop with (indistinct)
♪ On top, on top, on top now
♪ My team shut it down to clock out ♪
- So for this, I would probably just take what resonates
and just leave the rest behind.
because not everything's gonna make sense.
- Do we?
- Really?
- Yes. - Okay.
So first think of an intention.
Maybe you want to get some clarity on a situation
or a desire to learn something deeper about yourself.
Ready?
- Yep.
What is it?
- Nothing.
- Doesn't seem like nothing.
- No, really, it's nothing. I think it's my fault.
I must have exhausted my energy as a reader or something.
It kind of muddies the result.
Maybe King's Cup?
- Fly by me. - Okay.
- Oh, you're in a good mood.
Oh, that's so cool.
- That is super cool!
- Oh, I can't breathe.
Whatcha trying to do? You trying to kill me?
Trying to kill me?
♪ All eyes on me
♪ Your fantasy
♪ So plain to see
♪ All eyes on me
- So now I'm using VXV lip gloss.
You just put it on just like that.
Kissable lips.
And now your makeup is perfect.
♪ All eyes on me
♪ I am the star
♪ You're just a fan
- The first thing I do in the morning
is go on my morning jog.
Gotta keep those muscles in.
And then I ate some boiled eggs
because you know, we lower our extra protein,
and then I'll do an LED mask just to keep the skin firm.
And then... Oh my God! (panting)
♪ I am the star
♪ You're just a fan
- This outfit is really cute.
I got it from this really cute shop.
I'm so bad at this.
Just...
Okay. Great.
Great. Just gonna keep falling.
Baby, this is not for me, this whole info...
Okay. Okay.
♪ All eyes on me
♪ Want to spark your jealousy
♪ All eyes on me
♪ Your fantasy
♪ So plain to see
♪ All eyes on me
♪ I own the show
♪ I stole the scene
♪ All eyes on me
- I didn't know you guys were that close.
- I think she saw my little breakdown and felt bad for me.
- Yeah, or she's trying to keep tabs on you
to make sure you don't get more popular than her.
- Like that'll ever happen.
But it's really cute that you think that!
- Oh my goodness. Are these your real pajamas?
- Of course, they are.
- There's someone's ad.
- Oh my God! (cheers)
- Oh my goodness.
- Hi, Mom.
- Hey, baby. Sorry I'm late.
- Your silent judging is incredibly loud.
- I'm just thinking that influencing isn't a real career.
It's extremely unstable.
Tastes and trends change all the time.
- Don't you think you're being a little hypocritical?
- How so?
- You monetized your following?
- That's different. I'm not an influencer.
I'm a successful spokesperson
for a very successful self-care app.
And yes, in the process I managed to reach
an elevated social media standing.
- So elevated, you can't even be bothered
to follow your own daughter.
- Excuse me.
- Nothing. Nothing.
- Baby, I don't follow anyone.
I'm merely just a conduit for the brand's content.
- Okay.
Well, what about the assistant wardrobe designer gig?
- A wardrobe assistant?
Well, that's just a job that you have now,
except on a studio lot.
Am I wrong?
- I literally don't know what else I can say here.
- Baby, I am just hard on you because I love you.
- I know.
- How's Gabe?
- Don't ask if you don't care.
- What's the weirdest product freebie you've gotten so far?
- Nothing too weird.
Although the toner I'm using from Phebe Skincare
smells like death.
But it's great for tightening my pores, so.
- Wait, is that the one
with like traces of horse placenta in it?
- What the fuck? - Ew!
- I'm telling you right now, influencer culture is broken.
Didn't guys hear about that one influencer
a couple years ago who was like walking around,
promoting this weight loss drink and it contains cyanide?
- No.
- Well, it happened.
So I'm gonna inform you guys because Liv's in the industry
and I don't like it.
It's kind of scary.
- He doesn't know what he's talking about.
- Gabe, bro, back me up here.
- I mean, sure, there are no...
There's some some ethical concerns,
but, I think, overall it's a good thing.
- Yeah? What?
- Well, I mean, influencers are pivotal
in like raising awareness for social justice issues.
And I think there's a lot of education
and skill sharing going around too.
- Oh yeah. Education, skill sharing, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I think you're just pissed that Liv's can be making
10 times more than you'll ever make.
- And 50 times more than you'll ever make.
- Wait to steal my job- - Okay, all right.
Let's just change the subject.
- Fine, fine. Happily.
Where do we land on getting day drunk on Positano?
- Oh my gosh. We are not doing that again.
- It'd be awesome.
- No, bro, we either find a more reasonable location
or you're gonna be sipping on champagne by yourself.
- All by myself?
I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
Guys, we're going together.
It's a senior trip and I'm telling you,
you're gonna change your minds in a second.
Just look at this place.
I'm telling you, you will love this place.
- Hi, guys. It's me, Daizy.
- Oh wait, hold up a sec.
- My friend @oliviatate-
- Oh, Liv, that famous influencer chick is shouting you out.
- No way!
- Smooth on my skin.
On the bottle it says, if it starts to tingle,
it should work.
And I'm really feeling it tingle right now.
I'm starting to spot, everyone!
- Oh my God. - What's going on?
- What the heck is in this?!
- Oh my God. - What the hell is this?
- Oh my God! - Jesus Christ.
- Oh my God! (screams)
Oh my God, my face!
Oh my God!
- What the fuck is that?
- Oh my God. Oh my God!
- I'm gonna vomit.
- Holy shit.
- Trust me, I don't enjoy this,
but all this attention on you on that awful brand,
I mean, it's too much of a liability for the store.
- Melissa, it's a misunderstanding.
It just all spiraled out of control.
I didn't actually do anything wrong.
- I sympathize. I do.
But it is what it is. I have to let you go.
- And the wardrobe assistant position?
I can't be flirting with cancel culture
during this crucial transition in my career.
You understand.
- No. No, I very much do not understand.
This is the second time you've pulled this shit.
You can't just make people promises
and then take them away like that.
You're by far the most opportunistic, self-serving,
patronizing, outta touch woman I have ever met.
Get fucked!
- Wow. There's no need to be angry.
- Everything's ruined, isn't it?
Like I'm totally screwed.
- It will blow over.
But I agree, it's so unfair. Like galactically unfair.
Especially since Daizy's gained
like half a million followers since the incident.
It's so fucked.
- Are you kidding me?
- Everybody loves a victim.
- Gabe! Gabe!
What about glamping?
- Jesus Christ, where did you come from?
- Glamping! It's the best of both worlds.
You can still do your nature campy stuff
and I can still sit in my bubble bath.
Plus, I really think
that we should do a weekend getaway now.
Who says that we need to wait until graduation?
I need this. Just until everything blows over.
Please?
Who's ready to go glamping?
Seriously though, thank you guys so much for coming with me.
I just really needed to get away from the chaos.
- Well, luckily you're a mutable sign,
which means that you can adapt well
and even thrive during periods of instability.
- I think people who use the stars
to explain their behavior are stupid.
But not as stupid as Liv's hat. Why would he wear that?
- Stop the car!
- What the hell is this?
- Did anyone else just see that?
- See what?
- Well, that's not creepy at all.
- This has to be a sign.
- What do you think it means?
- I'm not sure.
I mean, there's, there's plenty of historical cases
where these dolls act like protectors warning off harm,
but it's also equally likely
that they're really, really bad.
- What do you mean? Like they're cursed?
- Maybe.
Since we don't know why they're here,
I don't think we should mess with it.
I don't feel good about this.
- Everyone, chill! Okay?
Probably just a bunch of teenagers
trying to recreate the Blair Witch Project.
I mean, I don't know,
I don't want anyone, you know, feeling uncomfortable.
You guys are kidding, right?
You guys seriously aren't afraid of a bunch of teenagers
who think they're hot shit
'cause they could tie a bunch of twigs together?
- Why are you pushing this?
You didn't even wanna come, Mr. Amalfi Coast.
- Yeah, you're right.
I came for Liv, 'cause she's our best friend.
She's going through some shit and...
I don't know, it just means a lot to her.
I just don't like when people blow things outta proportion
for no reason, you know?
Just take a fucking Xanax and do some box breathing.
It'll be okay.
- Do you know about box breathing?
- I've been to therapy just like everyone else.
- Okay, well, I'm cleansing the place
the second we get there.
- All right, fair enough.
- So, what'd you go to therapy for?
- I had to learn how to cope
with having a massive dick.
- Shut up.
- What?
Oh my God. Look at this!
- It's so much bigger than in the picture.
- Oh my. That's what he said. Ooh!
Sorry, had to. Absolutely had to.
- So the pictures of your dick are really small?
- Oh my... No.
Maybe, sometimes, it comes in the angle.
- I'm so excited!
- (cheers) Yeah, baby!
- Yay.
- Oh yeah, let's go!
Look at this.
- Yay!
I'm so excited. - Oh my gosh.
- Let's go, baby.
Alright, let's go. How about the bags, buddy?
- Oh wow.
This is great. This is great.
- Nice! This place is sick.
Let's go!
- Yay.
- Oh, I call the king bed. I call the king.
- The vibes are off.
- Oh, Jesus! Now what?
- I'm sensing, negative energy. It's oppressive.
- It's one of the most beloved rentals on the site.
Highly rated.
- Yeah. I don't know.
- Oh my God, this is so sweet.
Okay, I'm just letting everybody know,
I don't think I'm gonna go back with you guys.
- Yay.
- Jesus Christ.
- Oh my God, Syd, you love the drama.
- Alright, that should be good.
Okay, I really hope this helps.
I'm gonna go head outside really quick.
- Oh my God. You gotta be kidding me.
- Just let her. (slaps)
- Ow!
(Gabe slaps) Ow!
Dude, you...
You know what?
Screw it. I don't care what she says.
The vibes are money.
- Yay! - Woo!
- Money.
- Boom.
- How?
- I'm just good.
- I got one good hand.
- All right. We deal.
- What happened?
- There was a dead rat.
- Ew.
- Glad to see you made it out alive.
Man, sage makes me so horny.
- Ew.
- Well, if we're all done with the creepy voodoo shit,
can we please get this party fucking started?
Welcome shots, anyone? Huh?
Yes? - Mm-hm.
- I think, yeah. Yeah?
Let's go! Let's go!
Oh shit.
- No way.
- It's not a shot glass.
- Okay. I don't like this.
Like, I really don't like this.
Explain that. Explain how that got there.
We should go home.
- It's probably just a guest before us
wanting it on the prank. - Mm-hm.
- And bravo, it worked.
- Maybe he's right, Syd.
- I just wanna know why you're all so determined
to ignore the warning signs of the spiritual plane.
- We're not determined, Syd.
It's just a matter of what's most logical.
- Okay, well, I would argue that existence is defined
by more illogical things than logical things.
- Can we please not get
into a philosophical debate right now?
If you wanna go, Syd, you can go.
We'll call you a car.
Otherwise, let's step away from the spiritual plane
and come back down the planet Earth.
Come on. It's nice here.
We got tequila.
- It's okay, Syd. Tequila.
You know, you wanna stay for tequila. Yeah.
Come on. Tequila.
- Come on, Syd. - Tequila.
- Hmm.
- It looks good.
- Come on.
Truce.
- Tequila.
- Y'all suck. - Yeah?
- Yay!
- Okay! Thank you, God.
- There we go.
- Cheers, babies.
- Cheers!
- Babe, the typewriter?
- I thought maybe I'd work on my thesis.
You know, we haven't graduated just yet.
Holy shit, you look gorgeous.
- Thanks.
- Come here.
- No, you.
- Come here.
- Mm-hm.
- No? - No.
- No? - Mm-hm.
- No? (Olivia giggles)
Do we really have to join 'em?
You know, if it were up to me,
I'd stay in here with you all weekend long.
- Yo, get your asses down here!
- There's something I need to tell you.
I really, just like, really (murmurs).
And I dunno how to tell you this.
Oh my God, you just scared me.
- Do not tell me that you're mumbling to yourself
right after we saw those dolls.
- Yeah. That's a little sus, huh?
- Little bit.
- I was just doing my affirmations.
- Can you help me take a pic?
- Of course.
- Cool.
- You look stunning. - Thanks.
- Are you gonna post these?
- I was planning on it. Why?
You don't think I should?
- I don't know it.
It just might be a little tone deaf after what happened.
- I don't know what else to do, Syd.
I lost my reputation, half my followers, and the career
that was at my fingertips is just slipping away.
I have to figure out a way to keep people engaged.
Otherwise, I will just be forgotten.
- It just doesn't feel like you.
- It's a version of me.
And I don't know if I can get
to where I'm going without this part.
But the truth is, nothing gets people's attention
as quickly as a fucking bikini pic.
- Okay, got it. Sorry.
I did not mean to judge.
- Thank you.
- Do what you gotta do.
Yes!
And she looks cute. She looks so cute.
- Doesn't that bug you?
Everyone drooling over your girlfriend online?
Calling her snack?
- It's not really about how I feel.
Plus, I'm not like a jealous person.
- Yes! (phone buzzing)
Oh, your phone.
- Oh.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Huh.
- Who was that?
- No idea.
- That's weird.
- Okay, okay, okay. Truth, truth, truth.
- Okay, tell us about the time you lost your virginity.
- Syd!
- It's crazy that you haven't told me.
- Are we seriously still talking about this?
Like, as a society?
Because I think, (John puffs)
virginity is a social construct designed to shame women
and to equate their overall worth with their sexual history.
Tell me I'm wrong.
- Dude. Do you ever shut the fuck up?
Honestly, I mean, what? You want a gold star or something?
- Okay. So wait, I'm just not supposed to say anything ever?
Because that's exactly how these fucking archaic
and harmful beliefs endure.
You know, no one wants to talk about 'em,
even in their closest circle.
- Okay, let's just-
- Dude, all I'm saying is I don't think
that Syd meant to uphold millennium of misogyny
by asking a friend about the first time she fucked.
- Okay, chill. Chill both of you.
Let's just chill.
It was freshman year, some film bro.
He was really into "Fight Club."
- Some orange flag.
- I thought you said he was in finance.
- Did I?
Nope. It was film.
- Was it good?
- Sorry, not your turn to ask.
Um, truth or dare.
- Dare.
- Okay.
Ooh, I dare you to go make out with that tree.
Like you mean it.
- Easy.
- What?
- Like you mean it. Like you mean it.
- Leave it to me, pal. Leave it to me.
- Okay, pal.
- Woo!
- But do your followers actually wanna see this jackass
make out with a tree?
- It's for my glamping vlog.
Everyone loves a good cabin in the woods story.
- I thought like the whole goal of this trip
was to unplug.
- Technically that was your goal.
I didn't say anything about unplugging.
I just said I needed to get away. So?
- Okay, but don't you think it'd be like better
if we just detach?
- Hello? We're doing this shit or what?
- Yeah. Sorry.
Go ahead.
- So stupid.
- John!
No way!
- No. No.
- Bro, stop.
- You're disgusting. Get out.
- Oh yeah!
- Okay. Okay.
Okay, that's enough, bro. Come on.
- I just got started.
- Nice, nice, nice.
- What can I say?
- I like it rough.
- Gag.
- What? I like it rough.
- (indistinct) see he have an erect?
- No, actually that was really hot.
- Really?
- No.
- You so think it was hot.
- (puffs) What?!
- What the fuck is wrong with him?
- Truth or dare, buddy.
- Dare.
- (chuckles) Okay.
A dare to call Liv's mom and ask permission to marry her.
- What?
- And don't gimme a fucking speech about
how asking for permission is antiquated and anti-feminist.
Okay? - Oh, that's a little-
- Yeah, that seems a little much. Don't you think, John?
- Yeah. Pick something else.
- What's the matter, Liv? You afraid she'll say no?
Or afraid she'll say yes?
- Oh, shut up.
- What?
- I just don't want the first time that they meet to be
over the phone. - Yep.
- You guys have been dating for three years
and he's never met your mom?
You guys practically lived together, for Christ's sake!
- She doesn't know that.
- (chuckles) Oh my God.
Okay, this is just sad now.
What's the deal?
Are you like embarrassed by him? Come on, fill me in.
- Okay, shut up. Seriously.
You don't have the first fucking clue
of what you're talking about.
- Sorry.
- Fine.
- What?
- Oh, I'll do it. I'll call your mom.
- For real? - Yeah. Gimme you phone.
Gimme a phone.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Oh shit. What was that?
- I don't know.
- Do you think someone's in the house?
- Who the fuck is in the house?
- I don't know.
- I'm fucking gonna go check it out.
- Wait. No, babe, I'll go with you.
- I got it. It's fine.
- No, you just said it was nothing.
- Come on, it's fine, it's fine. I got it.
- Just come on, let's go.
- What the fuck?
- Oh my God.
- Now who is that?
Like, what could seriously be so important right now?
- What?
- Like, is there something you don't want me to see?
- No, of course not.
- Lemme see it.
- Here.
- Right? Classic Naomi, huh?
- Hmm.
- Oh yeah, baby. Woo!
Oh yeah. I can just flip here for sure.
I wanna play a little game I like to call
Make Out With Your Friends.
- Ew.
- (puffs) Prude.
- Seriously, that didn't freak you out at all?
- Nah. They'll check it out.
- What the fuck?
Great. It's broken.
What the fuck was that?
- You've been staring at them all night long.
If you're like Gabe, let's make him jealous.
- It was just a bluff, right?
- What?
- The proposal.
I mean, you wouldn't have actually asked my Mom that.
Would you?
- Would you have wanted me to?
- I wanna be with you.
I mean, I know we're so young, but you're my person.
- You're my person too.
- I mean, I guess I was just kind of scared
of my Mom's opinion.
You know, her standards, her expectations.
They followed me around my whole life.
And I just don't want any of that noise to come between us.
- Well, then don't let it.
You know, we're together because it makes us happy.
And that's exactly what I would've told her on the phone.
- I guess, John was right. Must have been the wind.
- The breeze from this room knocked over a vase
in the living room?
- Well, I don't know.
We just checked the whole house, didn't we?
- What the what fuck?
No more drinks for you.
- Or what?
'Cause she possibly couldn't make out with me
unless she was drunk?
- Correct. (John chuckles)
- Did you guys open a window in the bedroom?
- I don't remember.
- It's possible, bro.
- Okay. Well you guys good to move this party inside?
- Yeah. - Fine by me.
- Oh my God! (laughing)
- There is nothing like the moment you realize you're drunk.
- Okay, well be careful.
I'm not responsible for you just 'cause we swapped spit.
- Oh, give me a break. Shots!
- Oh my God.
- Geez, babe. If you want a pair of my panties, just ask.
- I didn't do that.
- What?
- I didn't do that.
- Gabe, not matter or anything,
but like, is this some sort of hint?
- First off, I wouldn't go through stuff without asking you.
And second of all, I wouldn't use weird
and childish hints to have sex with you, that's kinda-
- Okay. I get it.
I'm sorry.
- What the?
- Oh my God! Oh my God, John!
What the fuck did you just do?
Why would you do that?
- What the fuck?
- What the hell happened?
- Fucking genius here shot the light.
- A case is already open.
- Wait, what?
- Why, you don't believe me?
- We should report it.
A gun shouldn't be one of the featured amenities.
- Yeah, regardless. It's not a fucking toy.
So put the gun down.
- "It's not a fucking toy."
- You asshole! We're gonna have to pay for that, you know?
- Gabe is right. Let's put the gun down.
- You gotta relax.
I'll chip in.
- Oh, how very generous of you.
Do you ever stop for one second and realize
how self-centered you are?
- Oh, I'm self-centered? Damn.
Look in the mirror, babe.
- Watch it.
- You are here with your three best friends
who cleared their entire schedules
just to make you feel better about your shitty life.
Syd skipped out on a master's certification course
just to be here.
You know that?
Oh, and Gabe, correct me if I'm wrong,
but I believe that the first chapter of thesis
was due last week.
But you need an extension
just to be Liv's emotional support pillow.
I know these things because I fucking pay attention.
And my face isn't glued to the phone 24-fucking-seven
looking for validation on social media.
I mean, why the fuck does it matter
what people online think of you?
What matters is what your friends think of you.
You know what I think?
I think if anyone here is an asshole, it's you, Liv.
- Put the gun down.
- Sure, buddy. - Seriously.
- No, too slow.
- Gimme the fucking gun.
- I'm just fucking around, bro.
I'm fucking around- (grunts)
- Guys, stop. Stop it.
You're gonna hurt each other! Stop it!
- Gabe, no! Gabe, stop it!
Gabe!
Oh my God, no!
Gabe, stop!
No! (John groans)
- Everybody just... Everybody just needs to cool off.
Hello?
Jesus Christ, John, give it a break.
- Did you really give up the Reiki certification?
I had no idea. I am so sorry.
- It's okay. I was happy to come to be with you.
I would do anything for you, Liv.
- I know.
Actually I- (steps tapping)
- Where's John? - Kitchen.
Cleaning up.
We should probably check on him.
Hey, are you done being psychopathic
or do you need another minute?
- I'm done.
- Thank God.
- Oh my God!
- I told you, I told you there's something sketch here.
- It's just the light.
- Don't "it's just the light" to me.
This place is messed up.
- Oh, please.
The only thing that's messed up here
is your pathetic infatuation with Gabe.
- What?
- Oh shit. - What?
- You guys didn't know?
- Stop it.
- Yeah.
- Stop it.
- Sabrina the Teenage Witch over here
is clearly in love with Gabe,
trying to make him jealous all night long.
Won't be surprised if she had a little love potion brew
in the back too.
- Is that true?
- You like Gabe?
- Well, you could figure this shit out.
I'm gonna go look for a breaker.
- Well, Syd, I'm... I don't know-
- It's not you.
- Oh shit.
What the fuck?
- Okay.
Um, it's hard, 'cause like you're the only one
that really like gets me.
And it's just really rare to find someone
that doesn't try to change you.
I just don't wanna lose you.
- And I don't wanna lose you either.
But I don't feel the same way. I love Gabe.
- I know.
I know.
You're my best friend and I think I'm just really scared
we're gonna drift apart after graduation.
- I know.
But that is a lot of pressure to put on a friendship,
to expect things to stay the same forever.
They won't. It's just how it is.
But people do change.
- Yeah.
Well, no matter what we're doing or where we are,
I'm still gonna call you every Sunday
with your weekly horoscope.
- I couldn't live without it.
- Did you hear that?
- John?
You here?
John?
(John growls) Fuck!
- (chuckles) Come on, dude. I got you so good!
- Dude.
- Oh, consider a payback.
- You know you're an asshole, right?
- Bro, that was just lying on the ground.
The owners must be into some kinky shit, huh?
- Why is everything a joke to you?
- I'm just having some fun.
- Okay. So that's what this is about?
You're just fucking like jealous that I grew the fuck up.
What is?
- Bro.
- Huh?
- I don't wanna pull this shit out,
but you were pissing me off more than usual.
- Oh yeah? Pull what out?
- And if anyone should be jealous, it's you.
- Okay. I have no idea what you're talking about.
You wanna tell me?
- She seriously never told you?
Me and Liv, we...
You know.
- I don't believe you.
- But it did happen,
the freshman year, before you two were together.
- No.
We tell each other everything. She wouldn't have...
She would've told me.
- So you did tell her about you being late for your thesis
or about how stressed you've been,
or about how you can barely keep your shit together,
let alone hers?
All I'm saying is I just don't know
if you two are right for each other.
- Yeah, well, lucky I'm not looking
for relationship advice from you.
So why don't we just get through this weekend,
then we can stop pretending
like we still enjoy each other's company, yeah?
- Fine.
Okay. Whatever.
- Let's look outside.
Oh fuck, no!
- What's that? Was that John?
- I don't know. He was right behind me.
- Holy shit. Holy shit.
John! - It's okay.
Just breathe. Breathe.
We need to get into the hospital right now.
- We're all too drunk to drive.
- I can drive, I promise. I stopped drinking a while ago.
- John, we're gonna pull you off this thing. Okay?
On the count of three.
Hold it. One-
- Two, three!
- What the fuck?
- What the hell happened in there? Oh my God!
- What the fuck?
- Fuck, fuck, fuck!
- What do we do? What do we do?
- Take him inside.
- Put him on the couch.
Okay, someone, call 911. My phone fell in the hot tub.
- Liv, you call. I didn't bring my phone.
- Why can't you do it?
- I didn't bring my phone. I didn't bring my phone.
- The fuck?
- I told you I wanted to unplug.
- Jesus Christ, Gabe, just say you're gonna unplug
and then reduce your screen time
for four hours to three hours, like a normal person!
Don't actually leave your phone behind!
- You know, that's rich, Olivia.
- Excuse me?
- You are mad at me?
- What are you talking about?
- I know you fucked John freshman year.
- Gabe!
- No, I mean like, were you ever gonna tell me
what the fuck else don't I know about you?
- Okay. I know that you're upset about this right now,
but do you really think this is the right time-
- Shut the fuck up and call 911!
- Where's my phone? What the fuck?
- You don't have it?
- Okay. Seriously, guys, this is not funny.
Where is my phone?
- How would we know? When was the last time you had it?
- I don't know. I don't know.
Wait, when my Mom texted? No, no, no, no, no.
I had it before that.
I... I don't know.
Maybe he took it.
- Why the fuck would he take your phone?
- You heard him.
You heard him earlier with that high and mighty speech.
He's probably trying to teach me a lesson.
Where is it, John? Where is it?
- Stop! He doesn't know!
- Let's use his. Check his pockets.
- Come on- - It's not here.
- John, John, I need your phone, man. Come on.
Fuck! I'm gonna look for a landline.
- Seriously?
- And you never know.
- What is that?
- Just looking for something useful.
Fuck.
- Oh fuck.
- What the fuck?
- Holy shit!
- What the fuck is-
- Fuck! - John!
- No! John!
- Fuck. - John!
- Oh my God, what the fuck?!
- Gabe! Gabe! - Fuck!
- You're fine, you're fine, you're fine.
You're okay. (sobbing)
I'm sorry.
- No, no! Oh no!
- Oh my God, Syd!
Syd!
Oh no! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, Syd. I'm sorry.
Don't come any closer.
I am in charge now, not you.
Take her body back to the cabin.
We need to get our story straight.
What part about no one gets hurt did you not understand?
This is fucking insane.
We had a plan: a simple home invasion.
You break in, you rough me up a little bit and you get out.
I post about it. My friends corroborate.
People feel sorry for me and I get my followers back.
That was what we fucking agreed on.
That's what I fucking paid you for.
What are you doing?
- I'm assuming this is who you are talking about.
This is what you were paying him to do, right?
- Hello?
- Is everyone there yet?
Say hello if the answer is yes,
say who is this if we're waiting on anyone else.
- Hello.
- Bye, Olivia. I'll see you soon.
- It's what you hired him to do, right?
- Well, if he's dead... Who are you?
- My name is Cyrus.
- Cyrus? Do I know you?
Cyrus... Cyrus...
Is Cyrus as in Daizy's boyfriend?
- You ruined her life.
- I am so, so sorry about what happened to Daizy,
but it was not my fault.
- She's a monster.
I can't even look at her.
- You killed my friends over this?!
You gonna kill me over this?
- I need you to suffer like she suffered.
Like I am suffering.
- How did you find me?
- You made it so easy tagging your location.
- Oh! No!
Fuck!
Wait! No!
Please!
Stop. (gags)
Gabe! You're alive.
- No, don't, don't, don't touch me. Don't touch me.
- I thought you were dead.
Don't look at me like that.
- No, tell me it's not true, Olivia.
Tell me none of it's true.
You hired some random fucking stranger
to terrorize us so you could get attention on social media?
- It's more complicated than that.
- No, it's not. Syd and John are dead.
- They're not dead because of what I did.
They're dead because that man
is a psychopathic killer out for revenge.
- You fucking brought us here.
You fucking brought us here
'cause your stupid little fucking plan.
- It was never supposed to be like this.
- I feel like I don't know you like at all.
I feel like I've never fucking known you.
- Gabe, please. I love you.
- No, if you love someone, you don't trick them
and scheme and fucking put their life at risk.
Olivia, you know, you also don't,
you don't hide secrets from them for years and years.
- Gabe!
- You're the only girl I've ever been with
to find out your first time was with one of my best friends
and you never told me?
- Like five hours ago you went on about
how virginity is a social construct.
So which is it?
Are you the hip progressive boyfriend
or the jealous possessive one?
- Neither, because we're fucking done, Olivia.
- Just wait a minute, okay? We can talk about it.
- There's nothing to talk about. What's there to talk about?
There's nothing to fucking talk about.
- Gabe.
Listen. Gabe, listen.
Okay, Gabe, just-
- Are you crazy?
- Wait, please, Gabe, just wait.
You can't go. Please listen!
Fuck, Gabe, I'm sorry.
I am so, so sorry. Okay?
I know how this looks, but we can work through this, okay?
We can get through this.
No one has to know what actually happened here.
This could be good for both of us.
- You need fucking help, Olivia. You need help.
A lot of fucking help.
- Please wait, Gabe. Please-
- Put it down. Put it down.
Fucking put it- - Please, don't leave me.
- Give it, Liv. - No!
- Give it-
(blood squirting) - (screams) Fuck!
- Please don't hurt me! Please!
Hi.
I am really scared right now.
All of my friends are dead.
We came up here for a weekend glamping trip
and someone broke in and he started tormenting us.
And he killed them.
And I didn't know if I was gonna make it out alive.
I'm really scared right now. Please send help.