Among Friends

How come there isn't booze in this thing?

Nice mullet, dude!

I do look wonderful, don't I?

Here's champagne, you guys. Champagne. Everybody, cheers.

- Cheers. - This is fun!

Party has arrived!

- Fuckin' rad! - What's up, bro?

Guys, come on, a toast. Seriously, everybody.

- Everybody. You got some? - Cheers.

Marcus!

Check it out, man. Limo, buddy!

Let's get fucked up!

Tonight is gonna be killer.

Bernadette went all out on this shit.

- Well, she is the queen of details. - More like obsessive.

I'd shoot myself in the face if I was anything like her.

Doesn't stop you from drinking her champagne.

- What is that? - Shroom ball.

I got 'em from the guy on set. He gave 'em to me.

- Mushrooms?! - What kind of movie is it gonna be?

Like psychedelic porn? Like people getting all tripped out

and, like, fucking goats and shit?

No, it is a real movie this time... totally legit.

I have lines and everything.

Oh, congrats, sis, that's awesome.

Thanks, bro. I'm totally psyched.

Speaking of lines, Jules, you got any blow?

Don't insult me. Of course I do.

Who's left?

- Lily. - Easy, trigger.

Hey, man, I think you have one more stop.

Thank you.

What the hell?

Lily's not on this list.

Goatee... bold choice.

Nice hair, motherfucker.

- Mmm, yes. - Creeper.

Suck a good dick, don't you?

Get out of this goddamn thing.

- Thanks, man. - Yep. You probably do, too.

Hi.

You dirty bitch.

- Bye. - Mmm, nice tits.

Fuck off.

Is she even home?

This may be our last party here ever.

Bernadette says she wants to move. She can't stand the people.

Can you imagine having to be a psychologist in this town?

Psychiatrist.

Psychologist.

I think I know. I introduced her to everyone.

Whatever. It's the same thing.

- No, it's not, Blane. - Whatever, Sara.

Oh, no!

I left my phone in the limo.

Oh, crap.

Bernadette?

- Dude, what's it say? - What's what say?

- The note, idiot. - Oh.

It says, "come around back."

Bernie?

Door's open.

Yo, Bernie, quit fucking around.

- Have a nice trip? - See you next fall!

Ow. Fuck.

Why is this shit lying in the middle of the fucking floor like that?

Bernie?

Ow, fuck.

Bernadette?

It's not fucking funny!

- A little bit. - You should have seen your faces.

- I almost had a heart attack. - Oh, you're fine.

Oh, we can't have you checking out early.

- I think I'm gonna... - Can I go to the bathroom?

Oh, you know what? My bathroom's off limits.

Sorry. You can use the one in the hall.

- I'm gonna go too. - Did you make fudgy panties?

Fuck off.

Everyone else ready for a cocktail?

- Yes. - Seriously, though, did you?

Nice little spread here.

Always impressive, Bernie.

Where's the vodka?

Dark days

Ooh, bright nights

You make it easy...

So when do we start the game?

- Soon. - You ever played this game before?

I got Blane's sister a "whodunit" game last Christmas.

But, anyway, I didn't end up going,

but, um, so I don't really know how to play.

And when you're near...

Cocktails?

You make me higher...

That one there is for you. It's a virgin.

Thank you for pointing that out.

Thank you.

Thank you.

To... integrity.

Hmm, integrity. I like that.

- Is that like honesty? - Kind of.

Integrity.

I want to make another toast.

To Adam.

60 days clean... that's awesome.

Cheers, Besty.

Wow, man, you're like an N.A. poster boy, man. Congratulations.

- Yeah, like N.A. Poser boy. - You shut your mouth.

Come on, Jules. Come on. You want me. Just a kiss.

- Never have, never will. - Come on.

Six years and this doofus doesn't get it.

Blane, she's a lesbian,

which means she doesn't like hot dogs.

If she had one bite of my hot dog...

- Ah, that's gross. - More like Vienna sausage.

Totally! Hot dog? And why would you want me to bite it?

A woman should bite it, like, with... not with your teeth,

kind of like a... like...

Your face looks like an asshole when you do that.

Oh, snap!

- Good one. - Where's Lily?

Lily's not here.

She will probably not be joining us for dinner.

Why not?

Ooh, it's part of the murder mystery we have to solve, isn't it?

Okay. "Tonight we're playing a game of 'whodunit.'

it's prom night in 1984.

You and your friends are gathered for some pre-prom partying."

Come on! Okay, come on, you guys have to get into it!

Okay okay, this is awesome. Okay okay.

"One of your friends is missing."

"It turns out that someone here...

Yes, one of your closest friends...

is, like, totally a killer!"

Ooh, I knew it! I knew it!

You're so smart.

So, okay. "It's your job to figure out who the killer is

and why he or she has snapped.

In this house, there's evidence to be found

which will help you figure out 'whodunit.'

there's evidence in the kitchen, the master bedroom,

and the guest bedroom. To find it,

think like a killer.

You should now split up and meet back in the dining room

with whatever you find, at which point,

more information will be given."

But we gotta smoke some crack first.

- Smoke crack? - I don't get it.

- Crack? - The '80s.

- Oh, right. - Hey, sheesh!

- So, wait, one of us is the killer? - Yes.

Okay, but how do I... How do I know if I'm the killer?

Blane, we need to play the game in order.

I could be the killer. Is that... yes?

- Yes. - Yes, Blane.

I just want to make it straight. I don't want to fuck it up!

- That's the best idea I've ever heard. - All right.

Please, God, just play the game.

- Just play the game. - I just want to get it right.

Let's play the game.

Melanie, partner up? Melanie?

Jules, it's really not fair

that the two geniuses should get paired up,

- but sometimes that happens. - Mmm.

The master bedroom doesn't stand a chance.

Yeah, party. Nice ass.

He's gonna try to have sex with my sister.

They're gonna ruin Bernie's bed.

That's so gross.

Hmm.

- Well... - If I was gonna be a killer,

I'd definitely be thinking about sex.

Really? Me too!

Mm-hmm.

- That's so weird. - Yeah.

Too bad you're packing meat.

Psych, motherfucker!

Really, I'd think about where to stash the body.

Ah.

Oh.

Did you get my texts?

Oh, I got your texts.

Very cute.

I was at the studio.

Figured you'd be here, right?

And look, there you are.

I'm not always gonna be here.

Play the game.

You are beautiful.

Amazing.

Look, I owe you an apology.

Trust me.

Yo, Jules, yo, check this out.

Huh?

It's everybody.

Aw, cute!

God, that must've taken her a long time.

Now I feel bad for talking all that shit. Hmm.

Bernie's all right.

Yeah.