The first 178 lines.
- Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo, I got a fake ID though.
- All good things come to an end,
and by the things I mean a sick penthouse,
matching super guards, stupidly hot guys and vodka.
Way too much vodka.
Police! Nobody move!
Up against the wall!
Ahh!
Ok, that wasn't me, that's Rebecca.
I'm Zoe, I'm over here.
-Yeah, this is as bad as it looks
and trust me it just gets worse.
All of this is true.
Well, mostly-ish, the names and the places had to change
to protect the not so innocent.
This is the story of how me and my best friend
accidentally built and lost one of the largest fake ID empires
in North America and had everything raided by the feds.
We were 18.
Here's my student card.
Thank you.
Oh, hey sis.
-Didn't realize that you were home.
-Uh, yeah. For a bit.
When did you get in?
Just now.
Hey, you can't keep doing this.
-It's fine. I'll be fine...
Jesus, I gotta go, ok?
Jason, please?
Are you good?
What?
That is not your money.
Bye, sis.
Fuck! What?
- Zoe! I need a ride.
-I've known Rebecca since I was six years old.
I love her like a sister
and once I actually pulled my own tooth out
so she wouldn't feel self-conscious
about losing baby teeth.
She forgets my birthday sometimes.
Once. But it's cool.
Becca, I don't think that I-
-Why are you doing that with your voice?
-You know what? Pull over.
What?
Oh shit.
Pull over!
Oh, god
Zoe.
You should have been there.
Oh, well I wasn't invited.
I invited you!
-Yeah, but it's not your house.
Oh, my god.
They have the fluffiest dog ever.
Yeah, well, maybe next time.
Oh, Clem says hi.
He does?
Fuck.
Just gonna...
I'm good.
Are you going to go, or?
Just give it a minute.
Why? I'm fi-
Hey. Hey, what's this?
-Wait, where did you find that?
Cup holder.
Fake!
I lost mine tonight. Who's your guy?
-Oh. No, no, no. It's not like that.
Not like what?
-It's, uh... a student card that I made.
You made this?!
-Yeah. So I can study at the library.
-That is the most Zoe thing I've ever heard.
Zoe seven at most.
Oh, I love you Zo'.
I love you too.
Can you make me one?
A UPC student card?
Mother no, dummy.
A fake ID.
Uh, I don't think so.
Whole thing, her idea.
What are you doing?
Shh. Just count.
One, what about for like $400 bucks?
Becca no...
Just think about it.
Okay, Becca, Becca!
Just...
Ok, I'm driving, yeah.
Good Zo'.
Woah, woah, woah, woah.
Ok.
Fuck you, bitch!
Go ruin someone else's family!
Come on.
Ok.
Oh.
Here.
Nice and comfy.
Good.
Toy.
Ok. Good night, Becca.
Hey, B?
Hm.
B?
What do you want?
-Are you sure I can take this?
Whatever. That's fine.
Everything's fine.
Jason.
-Hey, kiddo. -Hey.
You're up late.
Yeah, just getting a snack.
Everything ok?
Yep.
Sure?
Ok.
One game?
Sure, why not.
That's my girl.
-Once again, and I can't possibly stress this enough.
The whole thing was her idea.
I really just wanted to see how hard it would be.
How are you feeling?
Hungover as shit.
Don't tip toe.
Stay pure.
What the shit is that?
-It's nothing. It's a birdhouse.
Just don't worry about it.
-Whatever. Look, did you come up last night?
I can't remember.
Yes, dummy.
Here.
-Can you just hold my birdhouse? -I don't want your birdhouse.
-Hold my birdhouse. -I don't want your birdhouse.
Take it!
Voila.
I lose mine last night.
Yeah, you told me.
The back is blank.
Yeah, it's just a prototype.
Wait, you made this?
You paid me.
-Shit, I did? How much?
You gave me like $400 dollars.
Doesn't matter.
-Zo'! You gotta teach me. -Shhh!
-Can't, I've got math. Math is now.
Zoe!
Uh no, I am math.
Please!
Woo! Go Clem!
Go Clemy!
- -Send it, send it!
How are you guys?
Good. He's so beautiful.
I'm breaking up with him, end of year, but-
Wait, what?
-Great. So now tell me. Teach me the thing.
The thing?
Please, Zo'.
Here? No way.
Nobody cares.
I know, but still.
I paid you. Didn't I?
Ok. But, I am not an expert.
I am an aspiring amateur, at best.
You made this.
You literally created this thing.
Yeah, but that's not anything
that a five-year-old couldn't learn from the internet.
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