17!
18!
19!
Ow. Sarika, he's gonna break the record!
Okie dokie, everybody.
Sit down and start to shut up.
Uh... oh, hey.
Kudos for you guys acting like normal teens.
Normally when I walk in here it's like a freaking creep show.
I just found out today that
I have a mailbox here at this school. Who knew?
My family's mailbox
is a tiny replica of our actual house.
I like to imagine a tiny Victor lives in there
and that my house is a mailbox for an even bigger Victor.
Good to know, Vic.
All right, Sarika, I need you to separate out
all the mail order catalogues, okay?
The junk mail's great research for my book.
I want to examine why people find happiness
through the consumption of ridiculous products.
So, uh, who here has parents that have bought things
off of an infomercial?
My mom swears by the Ped-Scraper.
It's like this potato peeler for the dead skin on your feet.
It reveals her glowing, sexy foot
without the price of a spa.
Hmm, guys, I can't be the only one who cuts him off.
All right, now who else has something?
Hey, yo, Jackie. Jackie.
Yeah, man. Over here, man.
Check this out. You ready for this?
- I am. - So, yo, you ready?
Yes.
If I told you that you can cook an egg inside your pocket
while you're in the gym, would you buy it?
Is that real?
These are the A.P. Bio practice exams!
Yeah, well, Sarika, you don't really need
to practice for something you're never going to do.
All right, who else here has a house filled with,
like, infomercial crap?
Marissa! You seem like you probably got
a couple of hoarders in your household.
- Pappy loves treasure. - I bet.
You will hand over the practice tests right now
or I'm gonna show everyone these.
What are those?
This is pictures of me and Lynette.
Wow, these are... these are great.
Sarika, did you take these?
That's very creepy of you, but these are really good shots.
- Can I keep these? - Yes.
And just so you know, I'm a grown-up ass man
and I don't get embarrassed when I like somebody.
Same here. I like Grace.
No, I... I'm embarrassed.
That was embarrassing.
One, two, three, four!
- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -
Mr. Jack Griffin.
You, sir, are suspected of murder.
Mur... is this about Tampa?
I can't... I... I... I... I'm tired of explaining this.
Look, if you call it a dolphin ride,
I'm gonna mount it. All right, they didn't tell me
that you're supposed to just ride on its tail.
How the hell was I supposed to know?
I was just reminding you about my murder mystery party tonight.
Oh, God. Oh yeah, got it.
Yeah. No, thanks. Thank you.
- Thank you. Ew. - Yeah.
Hey, man, congrats on the party invite.
I bet it never gets old.
Yeah, respect.
Yes, respect.
- Socializing is important. - Okay, thanks, guys.
I appreciate the respect. Yuyao, thank you,
but needless to say, I won't be attending.
Look, I'm gonna tell you guys something that's not really
going to register for probably ten-plus years
but alone on your couch is the ultimate Friday night.
We need those practice tests.
If we don't get them, we'll be forced to study with online knockoffs.
We need to sneak in tonight and take them.
- Oh... - Sorry, Sarika.
We already have a plan to meet up for hot dogs at Target.
Grace is working.
VIP treatment.
Trust us, it's fun. It's really fun.
- Fun is not important. - Wrong.
Do you wanna nail the A.P. Bio exam
and go to college or not?
Uh, college is going to be pretty sick.
Eating ramen and snatching V-cards.
We're in.
Meet back here at dark.
What... what time is dark?
8:00.
What time does "Room Raiders" come on?
- It's... it's early. - It's, like, 7:30.
Last year the murderer kept putting
the kill stickers on our butts!
Buttholes! Okay, I'm telling you, she aimed.
I would not miss this party for anything.
Unless my mom wakes up.
Oh, and I just love the theme this year.
I know! Murder at Whitlock High
Instead of playing, like, butlers and aging starlets,
we get to play each other!
Ooh, are you going to Michelle's
murder mystery party, Jackie Chan?
Ah, I can't unfortunately.
I've got firm plans to sort through my junk mail.
Oh, Jack, you've got to go!
I... I can pick you up in any car you want.
I have a trick that I use at Enterprise.
You ask for a 15 passenger van.
They never have one
and then you drive off in whatever sweet ride you choose.
I can't wait to play one of you guys this year.
Oh, you guys talking murder party?
Yup. Uh, you're still coming, right?
Of course. I'm the reigning champ.
Last year, I solved the mystery in 47 minutes.
Broke Durbin's record and he is a brilliant detective.
Hey, well, my ex-wife always called me Sherlock.
Like when I would ask her, "Hey, are you cheating on me?"
And she would go, "What do you think, Sherlock?"
And I also solved the mystery
of my neighbor's missing penis.
Turns out, it was inside my wife.
Oh!
Feels good to laugh.
Yeah, so it took you 47 minutes
to solve a silly parlor game?
Oh, you think you can do it faster?
Oh, I know I can.
- Game on. - Okay.
Ooh-la-la.
Looks like someone is trying to impress someone.
Yeah, well, if that first someone is me
and that second someone is Lynette
then someone is correct.
Ooh!
I was gesturing to you. You're that other someone.
Damn it, Jack.
You used up the rest of our break time for that nonsense?
- Right. - And that someone is you.
- Boo! - Come on someone.
I can't believe they had one!
Welcome to hell.
If you find a sticker on you,
you've been murdered.
- Hmm. - Keith will be providing the ambiance.
- I really do love you so much. - I love you.
I'm... I'm also in love with you.
- I remain in love with you. - You stay perfect.
Thanks for coming everyone and welcome to hell.
You're all to remain in character as each other.
The game ends when someone catches the murderer
in the act or the murderer kills us all.
Winner gets this trophy.
- Ooh! - Sweet.
Yes, queen. Yes!
Wow, you know what? I see you, Coach.
I see you.
We begin with...
A murder!
- It's you, Dave. - No, it's not!
If you would lay down,
you're our kickoff murder victim this year!
I was the first victim last year!
I drove all the way from Morenci for this.
- We know, Dave. - Down.
I mean, I just loaded up.
I... I, you know, I haven't taken a bite yet.
- Down. - We know. We know.
- Dave, come on. - Really.
- You all want that? - Yes!
- Well, keep your eyes open. - It just doesn't seem fair.
I mean, two years in a row.
Uh, but... what would you do if it was...
it's just not right!
- Down, David. - I don't wanna do it.
I'm laying down because I respect the rules of the game.
I live in Morenci. Ugh!
And I believe you all have your assignments.
Let the games begin!
Clock's ticking.
Um, oh, J'accuse!
J'accuse. Yeah, Michelle?
Your music-y husband there with the too-much-equipment.
Yup, I see him touching Mary's elbow there.
Why don't you check your elbow? I bet you'll find a sticker.
Oh, I... I just wanted to feel the fabric.
I'm kind of a textile head.
Wait, you're Helen?
I'm Helen!
Maybe that's a clue!
Or maybe it's a...
Mistake!
Okay.
Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Whoa, the faculty lounge.
This is where the teachers talk about what pills they use.
- Wait. - Come on, Sarika.
No. No, you guys.
The murderer has struck again!
Uh-oh!
Oh, ooh.
Oh, he snuck a drink in there, didn't he?
Who amongst us shall be next?
Oh, I... I hope it's not me.
I live in Morenci.
- He's... he's still doing Dave. - That's good.
That was really good. Get him, Durb!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Who's... who's over there near Fred?
Helen, you were over there.
You're the murderer.
I mean, you seem nervous.
No, I'm not... I'm not... I'm not...
Which, you know, makes sense because you are 25 minutes in
and it looks like that record is slipping away.
You only have two accusations left.
Look, it doesn't matter because I'm gonna...
- I'm gonna... - Tick tock, tick tock.
Well, that's fine because I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna go ahead and end this right now.
Michelle, I have an accusation to make.
I accuse Helen of murder! J'accuse,
- j'accuse! - What?
Okay, thanks. Remember, you're playing coach.
He doesn't know French.
I know enough.
Tell me the truth, Mary. Did you put the sticker on him?
Hey, no Mary here.
Fake Mary's over there, laying down,
wearing a pair of boner-killing khakis
that no woman would ever wear.
That is not true!
I borrowed these from my wife!
"I borrowed these from my wife!"
Get him, Durb!
What's your favorite type of brown coffee?
- Folgers. - Me too.
There's a lot of half-eaten salads in here.
I'm just gonna take a Cobb.
My parents paid for it with their tax dollars.
Guys.
Stop goofing around.
I got the key.
Let's get these tests.
Hi, Helen. I'm Jack, I'm an Ivy Leaguer
and I'm not the murderer because I'm too busy stomping around
and grumping around and, uh, shopping for sweaters.
Yes!
And howdy, I'm Helen and I'm not the murderer
because I'm too busy buying sweatshirts.
Wow.
You bitch.
Did you just touch my back? Did you put a sticker on me?
- Dude. - Hey, hey Jack.
- What are you doing? - Whoa!
Have you solved it yet?
'Cause your time is nearly up.
Yeah, you know what? I think I got it.
I'm gonna make a... I'm gonna j'accuse.
- Check this out. - Yeah? All right.
- A food drive? - Yeah.
- Hey, ladies. - Oh, Jack. Hi.
- Hi. - Hi!
Yeah, save it, lady. I saw you over by the snack table earlier.
Yeah, where Ms. Malinowski got stickered?
Oh, no!
Oh, I'm onto you, you sneaky son of a bitch.
Excuse me?
Uh, yeah, I bet you if I reach into this pocket right now,
what am I gonna find? I think I'm gonna...
well, I think I'm just gonna find a...
Ow! Why do you have forks in your pocket?
Okay, Jack, Jack, take it easy.
Oh, go easy. Let's go... everybody go easy.
No, no, no, I'm sorry, Ralph, but I'm trying to play the game.
Isn't that why we're here? To play the game?
All right, you... you know what? You guys are just jealous
'cause I'm gonna break the record.
That's... that's what it is. 'Cause I'm... I'm a winner.
Yeah, I'm the smartest guy here!
And I'm going to be at home eating that cookie cake
while you guys are in your beds
pulling stickers out of your buttholes!
Hmm?
You know what? I... you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna go to the kitchen.
Mavis, we're gonna need those forks back, okay?
Hmm?
I don't know if she heard me or not.
Oh, God.
That was an awesome meltdown.
Well, you sure seem like you enjoyed it.
"I'm the smartest one here"? I mean, that was spectacular.
Mm-hmm. By the way,
why are you carrying that folder around?
Durbin always has a folder.
- No, he doesn't. - Yes, he does.
- J'accuse. - What?
J'accuse! Let me see this thing.
What's in here?
Oh-ho-ho! You're the killer!
Ho-ho! I win. I win, what time is it?
Did I... did I break the record?
- There's just one problem. - What?
You died ten seconds ago.
What did you... oh, when you came in.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah. - Yeah, oh, damn it.
You know, if we form an alliance,
I think I can win and end this game in record time.
What's in it for me?
10,000 cookie cake calories.
- Mmm, I love cookie cakes. I'm in. - Yeah.
Dial that coach thing up to, like, an 11.
I can handle that.
That's good. Let's go kill our friends.
Strong enough for a man, strong enough for a woman.
Who gives a rip? It's all deodorant.
So good.
I liked it.
I thought I was talking to coach.
Now a mesh short, that'll let 'em breathe,
but spandex will save you from the chafe.
Bingo, but you still got a talc.
Oh, ya got a talc.
Yeah!
Any dope with a dingus can be a father,
but it takes a real man to be a dad.
Get on in here champ!
Huh? Give us a hug?
Oh, heck.
How does a Harvard man die?
Uh...
Oh, treachery!
Oh, sweet dagger!
Horatio, I'm dying.
Oh, my kingdom for a horse!
Ooh, ooh.
Ow, I'm Jack!
That is... that's how you would die.
Leg work, okay.
Oh, no! Your butt got murdered again!
Oh, no, wait. Let me see yours. Let me see.
Oh, it got you too!
Oh, girl, let's go die at a wine table.
- Come on. - Man!
- Oh, hell. I'm out. - Me too.
Whoa!
Not too fast, not too fast!
You guys, I did it! I got the tests from Mr. Griffin's desk!
We just found the janitors' mops and we're gonna joust.
We are not supposed to be having fun.
There's no question on the Harvard application
about how much fun I had in high school.
Look.
I know I'm a lot.
I know nobody likes me.
We like you Sarika. Right, guys?
- Yeah, you're fun. - You're hardcore.
You're my best friend.
Oh.
Thank you.
So what do you say?
I guess I could do one joust.
Just so we can get out of here.
- Aim for the soft meat! - Shut up.
Three, two, one.
Oh, my God!
That was amazing.
- That was amazing. - That was good.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Are you not gonna tell them that you're the murderer?
No, I think I want it to be a mystery forever.
Kind of like a Zodiac Killer type of thing.
Ooh!
Hey, so, I don't know if you noticed,
but I grabbed your trophy on the way out.
That's a delicious looking cookie cake.
Are you just gonna eat it by yourself or...?
I mean, technically, half this thing's mine,
so if you wanted to go somewhere and split it.
You know what I've always wanted to do?
To kick a field goal.
- Right now? - What, you busy?
No.
And..
here's the kick!
Going, going, it's gone!
It's good!
Oh!
You know, it's true what they say.
I am great at football.
Yes, you are.
Okay, who wants to go next?
Heather, You want some of this?
Bitch, I was born to joust you.
Oh!
Hey, can you guys let me know
if you find, like, a little screw?
- Let's do it! - Three, two, one, roll!
Anthony, watch out!
Hey, what are you kids doing in here?
Run!
- Really? Come back! - Go, go! Aah!
Stop! Stop right there!
Stop!
Go, go, go!
- Sarika, the tests! - Oh, no.
You know what? Leave them.
Go, go, go! Oh, my God!
This is so much fun!
Seriously, can I tell you something that
might be hard to hear?
Oh, absolutely. I can't wait to hear this.
You impression of Coach sucked.
- Oh, no, - It was bad.
No, my Coach was excellent.
- I, on the other hand... - Mm-hmm.
I did a perfect Durbin.
- Yeah, it was pretty good. - In fact, I'm still doing Durbin.
Everything I've said tonight. Durbin.
- Really. - Mm-hmm.
Ev... everything you're saying and doing right now,
that's not you, that's you doing Durbin?
Every single thing.
How about now?
- Yeah. - Really, still Durbin?
Still Durbin.
- Still Durbin? - Still Durbin.
- How about right now? - Yep.
You need to sign your permission slips!
Oh, Ralph.
Whoa, guys, guys! Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Is that Mr. Griffin?
Yeah. That's that payroll lady he lies.
- Aww. - Get some!
Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Let's go!
Everyone's having fun but me.
So what do you think? You'll...
sign with the Chargers, Patriots?
- Ooh. - Me?
I'm probably heading to Green Bay.
Yeah, you know what? I... I think I'd think I'd sign with
any of them to get out of Toledo.
You don't like living in Toledo?
God, no. No.
Can't wait to get out of here.
I'm thinking probably Tokyo, maybe Berlin.
You know, London if a lot goes wrong.
Okay, well, I'm here to stay.
Oh. Come on, really?
Yeah.
I love Toledo.
Okay.
Well, I...
don't like it.
Yeah.
- Bye! - Drive safe!
- Great party, guys. - Okay, that's the last one.
Yeah, I have been waiting for this all night.
Then get off those jeans.
My sweater is tucked all the way into my underwear.
You got something for me?
- You wanna see that? - Oh, yeah, I do.
- How about this one? - The other one too.
- Who's the Devil? - You're the Devil.
You're the Devil tonight. I'm more the...
Um, guys, I'm still here.
- Oh, my God! - Dave, get out!
- Right. - Get out of here!
- Get out! Go! - Yeah, I'm leaving.
He saw my shoulder, Keith.
He saw... you saw my baby's shoulder.
- Go! Idiot! - I'm leaving!
Oh, God. I don't feel like it now.
- Dave! - I'm gonna...