(ALL SCREAMING)

GIRL: They're pills!

BOY: It's Ecstasy, bro!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

You heard about this on Craigslist?

Craigslist, yeah. It's on the thing, on the page, right there.

J.B.: Whoa, we are so fucked.

COSTA: Relax, man. J.B.: We need to tell Thomas.

COSTA: T-Rick's so burned out, he probably forgot about it already.

J.B.: This is bad.

Mom, Dad, it's me, Thomas.

Um...

I'm drunk. I mean, that's not an excuse.

Hopefully we'll meet again, so I can explain things.

I don't really have an explanation...

other than fucking Costa made me do it. So...

(BANGING ON DOOR)

- Fuck off! COSTA: Dude, it's us.

THOMAS: I know.