INT. FRAT HOUSE - KITCHEN
A party is in progress. Rave music rattles the walls. DONNIE
and GREG sit at a filthy kitchen table, littered with half
empty liquor bottles and crushed beer cans.
Greg is swaying drunkenly and Donnie is holding a
Ah dude, again? You maniac, you
can't get enough. Hey HALEY, get in
here. Donnie's about to try his
Haley staggers into the kitchen and slowly absorbs the
Donnie, why the fuck do you have a
Evidently you've never seen Donnie
drunk. He does this every time he
drinks. He's like a roulette whiz kid.
Haley throws sardonic glance in Greg's direction and then
opens her mouth to speak.
This isn't just a gun, as a matter
of fact, it's a Smith & Wesson
model 36 chambered in .357 magnum.
This weapon is a masterpiece.
What exactly are you gonna do with
it. Should you be playing with your
gun when you're schnockered?
Man, last weekend he played like
seven times. He's a showman. It's
quite a spectacle.
Haley, it's called Russian roulette.
Observe. I'm going to load one, only
one, chamber. Now...
We see Haley's eyes widen and her jaw hang slightly open as
she envisions the mayhem that seems inevitable.
...now you spin the cylinder like
so. And once it locks...
CLOSE UP of the revolver as Donnie thumb-cocks the hammer.
...you put it to your head, and
pull the trigger. Once for kicks.
Twice if you're feeling real lucky.
Three if you need a thrill.
CLOSE UP of Haley's eyes, clenched shut. We hear three
hollow clicks reverberate. We pull out as she opens her eyes
to see Greg's face contorted in pure joyous silent laughter.
Donnie stares Haley square in the eyes, smirking a little.
See how that works? Here Greg, you
Donnie tosses Greg the magnum. Greg seems to have regained
his composure, but is wiping tears of laughter from his
I've got a feeling it's in the last
chamber. Should I do it Haley?
Absolutely not! Donnie's an idiot.
Bite me Haley, and Greg, for
Christ's sake, spin the cylinder.
The model 36...
We hear Click, BANG! In slow motion we see the kitchen painted
with Greg's brain, we hear Haley shrieking in the back ground.
...is a five-shooter. Goddammit.
FADE TO BLACK