"[ Tape recorder clicks on ]" "TREVOR:" "I am a privacy fence salesman." "[ Garage door squeaking ]" "Top sales, three straight years." "Goal -- make manager by next spring." "Quit selling dead people's crap on the weekends." "[ Tape recorder clicks off ]" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Tape recorder clicks on ]" "Get excited about my wedding." "[ Tape recorder clicks off ]" "[ Cell phone dialing ]" "[ Ringing ]" "Hey, man." "Want to do a couple funerals?" "'Sup, douche?" "[ Imitates explosion ]" "ROB:" "Go time, playa." ""You die, and we fly."" "Know what I'm sayin'?" "Know what I'm sayin', Trevor G?" "William Zill." "Centerville." "Sounds like a loser." "Yeah, that one looked hot." "Connie Campbell." "[ Chuckles ]" "Remember her three years ago?" "Yeah." "The unicorn collection got me my flat-screen." "[ Organ music plays ]" "[ Garage door squeaking ]" "TREVOR:" "Two weeks till they sell the house." "Mm." "Let's get the shit, hombre." "This is the place we've been looking for." "ROB:" "Hey." "I saw on the Internet that shrimp fettuccine is only 293 people in the whole world's favorite food -- out of 2 million." "I'm special." "Speaking of special -- did you and the little lady set a date yet?" "TREVOR:" "No, Rob." "Still waiting for the... .. .pagoda." "ROB:" "What's a pagoda?" "[ Garage door squeaking ]" "Ay, caramba." ""F."" "This looks like one of my mom's Bible-study buddies' places." "Ew!" "You're old enough for your own condo, man, especially with the big promotion." "[ Sarcastically ]:" "Promotion." "F'ing l.T. Wage wookie man." "I swear, every one of these places is getting worse." "Bunch of junk." "Look at that." "TV ." "Yep." "[ Sighs ]" "All this crap from Bang a Gong ain't selling on eBay, man." "Word." "We'll see what he's got upstairs." "Bunch of junk." "Yeah, baby." "Whoops." "Nice porn." "TREVOR:" "What do you know?" "Another nut." "What do you know?" "[ As Chris Rock ]:" "Why everybody got ta be so weird?" "[ Normal voice ]:" "Computer." "Yep." "Oh, shit." "Trevor, check it out." "This guy's seen "Four Boxes."" "What's "Four Boxes"?" "I'll show it to you." "Seriously, I thought I was the only one that knew about it." "It's this freaky little deep Google site I found googling cheap cardboard boxes." "[ Beeping ]" "Fourboxes.tv." "Regular voyeur site, whatever." "Chick put tiny, invisible cameras up all over her apartment." "Watch this chick eat cereal, flick the bean, get ready for work, blah, blah, blah." "But, no, then it starts to rock." "Couple weeks ago, chick moves out, takes her shit, but didn't unhook the cameras." "Then, a couple days ago, guy rents the place -- fourboxes.tv -- to a totally new person." "There he is." "This guy doesn't know he's being watched." "And the dude trumps the chick." "Man, he's fing weird." "I call him Havoc." "Where is this coming from?" "No way to know, man." "Four rooms, four boxes full of plastic crap from China." "I mean, where's it not coming from, yo?" "Sound?" "Silent movie." "Doesn't look like a chick's place." "l know." "Where's the Glade Plugins?" "It did, man." "A hot one, too." "Bummed to see her go." "She had an awesome ass." "This guy brought all this crap in and totally just trashed the place." "[ Beeping stops ]" "Hey." "What's up with this?" "Oh, yeah." "Cops said this dude's ex-wife hung herself over here six months ago just to fuck with the guy." "Suicides rule!" "Like my dad -- get out of our way, losers." "I love it, man." "I love it." "[ Camera shutter clicks ]" "ROB:" "When my parents were still married, this is all they had..." "everywhere." "[ Camera shutter clicks ]" "[ Train whistle blares in distance ]" "[ Sighs ] I'm probably gonna have to waste some money and pick up that new Chili Peppers disc when I get a sec." "It's out today." "Anthony Kiedis." "[ Camera shutter clicks ]" "Flea." "It sucks when suddenly you realize you're old school." "Yeah, it sucks." "Play some live, for Christ sakes." "Life sucks, dude, right?" "Yep." "Life sucks." "# Ooh #" "# Ooh #" "Shower." "Yeah." "ROB:" "No fing way!" "TREVOR:" "Yeah, baby." "Losers rule!" "What is this shit?" "That's about 500 hollow eggs." "[ Beeping ]" "Did you see the photo album of this dude's upstairs?" "All the faces are cut out of the pictures." "BFD." "My mom cut Tim's face out of all my baby pictures." "Yeah, one big difference here, homeslice -- these pictures ain't got no fat, ugly bitch in them next to the hole." "True dat." "That is pretty weird, I guess." "ROB:" "It's like someone was trying to get rid of themselves." "Man..." "I remember when I was a kid just laying on my bed listening to the fucking shit out of "Californication."" "Wasn't that just like five years ago?" "Yeah, I guess." "I don't know." "Oh." "Check these, man." "Mm." "Get in that basket, bitch." "[ Chuckles ]" "[ Laughs ]" "What's she here, dude?" "Chips-and-dip bowl, I guess." "[ Laughs ]" "Computers make me horny." "One cool thing the Internet makes you realize -- the only difference of all the world's chicks -- l mean, with their clothes off -- is their teeth and the fucking couches they're spread-eagle on." "If it's like a burlap bag for a couch, then it's probably, like, Russia." "Word." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Liquid pours ]" "TREVOR:" "Should we just sleep here, then?" "ROBB:" "Why not?" "Easy." "Mmm. I got to try to start drinking wine now." "How come?" "I've got to grow up." "[ Vehicle door opens ]" "[ Train whistle blares in distance ]" "Wack place." "Hey, babe." "Hey, honey bundle." "[ Smooches ]" "And hi, Trevor." "Got some breakfasts." "ROB:" "Sweet." "I'm flippin' ravenous over here." "What are you doing here, Amber?" "Hey, I invited her, man." "What?" "Why?" "Um, because she's my fiancee, and I wanted her here." "What about our work, homes?" "It's my choice, bro, and I wanted her here." "Any of you guys remember last summer?" "I introduced you guys at TGl Bardays?" "You, my girlfriend?" "You, my junior partner?" "You did me dirty, man." "Trevor, things just happen." "Fate and chance and" "Oh, here we go." "It's, like, don't you got a new girlfriend now, too?" "Things flow, Trevor." "Things are." "Every day's a new world." "Yeah." "Brit." "We're engaged, actually." "Brit." "That's right " " Brit." "Well, see, that's grand." "[ Mockingly ]:" "That's grand." "You sound like your mom." "Really?" "Well, awesome." "She's my best friend, so" "That bitch is your best friend?" "[ Scoffs ]" "Not cool." "Hey, man." "Come on." "You might have fucking told me the plan, partner." "Yeah, but it was my plan, broseph." "Plus, I knew if I told you, you would never have gone for it." "Oh, flubber!" "What happened, cooch?" "Oh, no biggie bigsville." "Just munched a $45 manicure in the ass." "Girl thing." "Still really ticked about my futon, too." "Futon?" "What futon?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah." "[ Straining ] This is super awesome." "Yeah." "Do it righteous." "[ Moaning loudly ]" "TODD:" "Yeah." "[ Mid-tempo music plays ]" "[ Moaning ]" "Totally awesome." "Yeah!" "Oh, keep having sex!" "I love it!" "[ Music continues ]" "[ Humming ]" "This is so strange." "What's that?" "Whatever, Rob." "What are you listening to?" "Music?" "Yeah." "I had to drown out the racket." "[ Music continues ]" "[ Chuckles ]" "[ Beeping ]" "Hmm." "Sunset." "Sunset." "Aha." "Ah, shit." "What the fuck?" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Guitar strumming ]" "AMBE R:" "# All we ever talk about #" "# Is all the things we think about #" "Organize my garage." "# Like love and pain and loneliness #" "Dump Brit." "# And me and you and tenderness #" "# And now #" "# Now #" "# And now I'm on my own again #" "# And learning how to love again #" "# And learning how to love again #" "[ Cell phone beeps ]" "[ Sighs ]" "La choy is in the hizz." "[ Garage door squeaking ]" "[ Door opens, closes ]" "[ Burps ]" "[ Snorts ]" "Why am I hungry again?" "Rankrizzle." "You just pile-drived, pile-drove, like 10 egg rolls." "God." "This bed is like holy hell." "[ Cell phone beeping ] I knew this would be weird with Trevor." "Us planning our wedding, and him -- so out of touch with the flow of his emotions." "You totally still have a thing for him, don't you?" "[ Cell phone beeps ]" "Someone posted something on my site." "What, on "Tears of sadness"?" ""Tears of confusion."" "Jesus, Rob." "Learn my site name." "[ Beeping continues ]" "[ Video game beeping ]" "Oh." "A pervert in Colorado thinks I'm hot." "Awesome." "Yeah, it is awesome." "[ Beeping continues ]" "What I mean is maybe it wasn't copacetic for us to come up here, or down here or wherever we are, you know what I mean, and, like, have everything be all out of tune." "[ Video game beeping ]" "Rob, it's like... you know, it's tough news, but it's true." "Trevor and I used to rump-ride, and that's always a BD, a big deal, you know?" "[ Beeping continues ] I mean, come on." "He's, like, out of tune with his, like, emotions, you know?" "I mean, and I know that's not our problem, you know?" "It's, like, he's the one that needs to be dealing with it." "Like, we can't come up here, come down here" "Like, what the fuck are you even saying?" "I mean, seriously." "I can't even follow it, actually." "[ Beeping continues ]" "Whatever." "Whatever." "Jesus." "God, I look fat with my guitar." "ROB:" "Oh, shit." "I forgot to pick up the new Chili Peppers disc today." "AMBE R:" "Creepy." "If you watch too much Web, it makes you a loser." "You know that, right?" "TREVOR:" "Look!" "AMBER:" "Oh, my God." "Those are feet." "That's so messed." "Remember, dudes, everything on the Internet is bullshit." "In fact, everything's bullshit everywhere." "[ Turns off music ]" "[ Sighs ]" "AMBER:" "Shouldn't we tell someone about that?" "Are you stoned?" "Yeah." "I'm always stoned, Trevor?" "Is that it?" "It helps me balance." "TREVOR:" "Actually, I'm thinking this is maybe Europe." "God!" "I should not have shown you that website, man." "I forgot how you get all..." "Ease up, man." "What'd I do?" "You stoned, too?" "Yeah." "[ Chuckles ] I could not live in a dirty shithole like that." "I swear to God." "AMBE R:" "I second that emotion." "ROB:" "What you doing, bro?" "Dude, not everything is a Stephen King book, yo." "Are you having your period?" "My bad." "She's the one that got me riled." "What'd I do?" ""Thistle, your tits are hot, but your singing sucks."" "Like, who would take the time to sit down and type this?" "Dudes." "AMBER:" "Oh, this guy." "Dudes, dudes, dudes, dudes!" "ALL:" "Oh." "Told you everything on the Web is bullshit." "I'm outie." "Amber!" "I'm gonna run and get a southwestern ranch hand on ciabatta." "You want one?" "Okay." "Awesome." "Where's the Subway?" "By BP." "[ Chuckles ]" "[ Engine turns over ]" "Finally got a remote car starter, huh?" "Total lifesaver, Trevor." "BRB." "[ Vehicle approaches ]" "[ Beeping ]" "Southwestern rizzle hizz." "Sauce?" "Three cheddar churn?" "Hmm." "Nice." "[ Beeping continues ]" "Where's Rob?" "Sleeping." "Gotta hit the gym." "Gettin' fat." "Tell me about it, dawg." "What happened to your Saturn?" "Oh, I backed into a pole at work." "I screwed up the wheels but good." "Drunk?" "Mm, yeah." "I was celebrating." "I had a big gig at Tracey's store." "The candle and incense store at Tamarack?" "That was your big gig?" "Yeah, Trevor." "It was a great turnout." "Thought it closed." "This was before, a while ago." "Rob ever find out about the shitface shack?" "No." "And he better not." "I'm really with him now, Trevor." "I'm 30 years old." "I'm finally in a place where l got to think about my future." "l got to grow up." "l know." "I'm going to bed." "I get it." "I know." "Trevor, grown-ups do what they don't want to do." "I know!" "[ Sighs ]" "ROB:" "Awesome!" "AMBE R:" "Yes!" "Oh, God!" "Yes!" "[ Groans ]" "ROB:" "Awesome!" "Dot." "Watching." "I'm dot." "House." "My." "Have you." "If." ""lf you have my money, you never leave this house alive." "I'm watching."" "What the fuck?" "Who wrote that?" "Oh, man." "Hey, Rob!" "God damn, dude!" "Smoking again?" "I've so got to quit." "Ew. I need some gum bad." "Check this." "Oh, my God." "What the F?" "And I think that leaf blower just blew the schnikes out of a kitty cat." "Okay, I'm sorry, but this site is getting really wack." "Mmm." "Are you still on Ambien?" "I have nightmares, Trevor." "Somebody should get all up in this asshole's grille." "You're right about that." "I miss my computer." "You could go home." "Mm, too scary there." "My roommate's in Tampa." "Lucky ducky." "I want to be in Tampa." "[ Guitar strums ]" "# Don't take away #" "# Another piece of me #" "# Don't break away #" "# Another part of me #" "# Don't leave me #" "# Crying to myself #" "# Don't make me #" "# Come crawling back to me #" "I can feel my hair getting all screwed up when I sing." "Where's Rob?" "Brown." "MAN:" "Did Bill Zill succumb?" "TREVOR:" "What?" "Did Bill Zill die?" "Yeah." "Trevor Grainger, I'm getting really tipsy." "Take me inside." "[ Soft moaning ]" "[ Both breathing heavily ]" "Trevor G, we are way out of line here." "I know, but I feel out of line." "[ Vehicle approaching ]" "But I want to start acting like I should, though." "[ Vehicle door closes ]" "Fuck!" "Oh, shit!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "What's up?" "Good morning, dollface." "Just grabbing -- grabbing a bloody for the shower." "Good choice." "You smell like Tommy for Men." "Dude, what are you even talking about?" "Looks like you two been eating the same Krispy Kreme at the same time." "Chill, Chachi." "You're dreaming." "[ Sniffs ]" "Just talking, dude." "Don't forget, we used to do it, you know?" "We have stuff to talk about." "Yeah, I know." "You used to do it." "Everyone keeps reminding me." "Don't forget whose idea to have her come here, hombre." "She's my fiancee, man." "I don't usually say shit like this to you, Trevor, but get over it." "Me and her -- we're getting married, dude." "We're gonna push plastic strollers full of babies around Disneyland, a'ight?" "You're just trippin', man." "Yeah." "That's what I'm hoping." "Oh, there's your mystery disk computer." "[ Beeping ]" "[ Cup clatters ]" "Wake it up, man." ""Shooting Spree"?" "Yep." "Should we play a little before we ship the TV?" "[ Videogame gunshots ]" "[ People screaming ]" "ROB:" "That thing is fucking old school." "[ Gunshots ]" "TREVOR:" "Hmm." "[ Gunshots ]" "ROB:" "They're all upstairs." "They're all hiding in the bathroom, you fucking idiots!" "There was something strange going on in this house." "There's something strange going on inside every house, yo." "[ Gunshots ]" "[ Man screaming ]" "Eh!" "Suck it, mall walker!" "[ Gunshots, woman screaming ]" "[ Beeping ]" "TREVOR:" "Rob!" "Come check this!" "[ Beeping continues ]" "ROB:" "Terrorists." "TREVOR:" "Yep." "And Havoc's the scientist." "It's just like in movies." "A terrorist hires a scientist to build him some bombs and then knocks him off when he's done with him." "You think that's it?" "Look how he's looking out the window, dude." "When he looks out, it's not right." "It's like he's looking past the window." "[ Beeping continues ]" "[ Amber screams ]" "[ Sighs ]" "You guys, there's someone outside." "I was just sitting here, and I saw someone out in the yard, and I thought it was Rob, but then you guys were talking, and the guy was, like, still there." "Oh, for real, Bambers?" "Yeah, for real, Rob." "TREVOR:" "Should we check it?" "ROB:" "No." "You know, I would so love to not have you always asking me," ""For real, for real?" Yeah, for real!" "Why would I make it up?" "Okay." "I'm not, like, making things up." "You think I'm lying?" "I said it was for real, so it's for real, obviously." "l'm not making it up!" "l'm sorry!" "Guys." "I'm not just saying it just to make shit up!" "God!" "[ Amber sighs ]" "[ Bird screeches ]" "TREVOR:" "I don't see anything." "ROB:" "Yeah, I don't see anything." "[ Cat yowls ]" "Fuck!" "What the F, man?" "!" "[ Chuckles ]" "God!" "[ Breathing heavily ]" "What did you see, guys?" "ROB:" "Yeah, there was somebody out there, Amber." "TREVOR:" "We saw a bunch of strange footprints." "AMBER:" "There's somebody watching this place, I think." "TREVOR:" "I get that feeling, too, you know?" "I found a really weird message on the typewriter if you run the ribbon backwards." "ROB:" "I think it's probably just the ding-hole neighbor." "I'm going to bed." "Come on, Amber." "Can I get by?" "God." "Can I?" "God." "is there something you want to tell me, partner?" "Have a good night." "[ Beeping ]" "Something hidden?" "[ Tape recorder clicks on ] Idea -- a website that tells you where something hidden is, things you hate but need, in your area, like new tires or vacuum-cleaner bags." "[ Tape recorder clicks off ]" "[ Tape recorder clicks on ]" "Those bran breakfast muffins, shit like that." "[ Tape recorder clicks off ]" "[ Beeping continues ]" "Mm, poor guy." "Hi, Trevor." "He'll wake up." "I gave him a noctizine." "AMBER:" "Yeah, baby, yeah!" "TREVOR:" "Mm!" "[ Breathing heavily ]" "Yeah!" "Yeah, baby!" "[ Amber moaning ]" "Yeah, baby, yeah." "AMBE R:" "Righteous." "Trevor G rocks my world." "[ Grunts ]" "Yeah!" "Yeah, baby!" "Yeah." "[ Trevor grunts ]" "Righteous." "Ow." "Oh, my goodness..." "[ Water pours ]" "Jesus and Joseph." "Mmm, nummy." "[ Dialing ]" "[ Ringing ]" "[ Cell phone plays upbeat tune ]" "ROB:" "What's up?" "AMBER:" "You guys got to look at this." "Okay." "Okay." "Crap." "He hurt her." "Should we tell someone about this?" "Just watch, guys." "That's what the Internet's for." "AMBER:" "Rob, I swear to God, you are so twisted." "What?" "Why's everybody against me here?" "I can't believe I'm still hungry." "AMBER:" "Here, have some Pop-Tarts." "We're busy watching this." "I don't want Pop-Tarts." "I want a frickin' McMuffin." "BFD, spaz!" "So go get one!" "Christ!" "TREVOR:" "Guys!" "AMBER:" "I should write a song about how big computers are in our lives." "ROB:" "Oh, my God!" "That's OOC!" "Who loves computers more than you?" "My brother!" "ROB:" "Oh, man.. ." "What happened?" "What happened?" "[ Trevor mimics beeps ]" "Dah." "There's someone at the door." "I think it's the police checking for a gas leak." "You mean the fuzz?" "Yeah, he must have caught his chemicals on some kind of sensor." "AMBER:" "Come on, man." "Find her." "Hurry." "TREVOR:" "Guys." "AMBER:" "Oh.. .my.. .crap." "This is insane." "Dudes, what if this is real?" "Then it's awesome." "Rob, you're like a person I don't even know sometimes." "Oh, yeah?" "Who cares?" "Guys." "It's got to be a joke, though, right?" "Shit's real, Rob." "Some shit's actually real." "Don't get too, like, theoretical." "I'm just saying it doesn't seem that likely that some lady doing regular voyeur, taking her clothes off, whatever, splits and these two terrorists show up and start building bombs and killing people while the cameras are on, does it?" "God." "Think sometimes, Bambo." "Guys, maybe that's it." "Maybe they're trying to terrify us -- l mean, terrorize us -- about how sick they are and how smart and all they are, how many bombs they made." "So, uh, they make up this crap about a naked woman, or they actually get a naked woman -- what better way to attract attention -- and then they move over to this stuff when they got a big audience." "Entertain them terrorize them." "That actually kind of makes a lot of sense." "So, it's about terror." "Big surprise." "What isn't nowadays?" "Bullshit." "September 11th?" "That was real, right, Rob?" "You got to remember, some stuff is, like, actually happening." "ROB:" "Yeah, well, if it's happening, don't worry about it." "Somebody else is probably watching this shit." "Somebody else will figure it out." "Amber, wild wings, come on." "You're not staying here." "I got to crap, Rob." "l think there's something..." "This crap's real." "There's something that we missed." "ROB:" "It's Friday." "We were supposed to be done with this job by now." "Amber!" "Let's roll!" "You need to step off, yo." "Shower, Rob." "ROB:" "Shower, shits, and wedding -- that's my life." "Yeah, so?" "Meat-lover's pizza, "Halo 3 "" "and "Let me cum on your tits" -- that's my life." "[ Door closes ]" "[ Cell phone dialing ]" "[ Cell phone rings ]" "Yo." "Rob, I figured something major out." "Oh, yeah?" "What did you figure out, buddy?" "The cylinders, the killer things, are in people -- dead people in coffins being shipped home to be buried." "They dig them up when they get where they're going, and they get out the killer things -- the cylinders." "They put them in tail pipes." "Uh, there are cities marked on every box, and they're going everywhere, 'cause they're impossible to trace through the coffins and through the people in the boxes." "Oh, man..." "Cars are the killers." "And everybody dies." "Okay." "Oh, man." "What?" "Well, everybody's gonna die." "Trevor!" "What's the most pervasive thing you think about?" "What do you mean?" "Like work?" "No." "Like for me, it's being afraid." "You know what I mean?" "No." "Afraid life's just gonna be more of the same." "Like..." "[ Water running ]" "[ Sighs ]" "Mother!" "[ Vehicle doors close ]" "Hey." "So, what did we miss on the site?" "ROB:" "What's up, douche?" "[ Beeping ]" "That guy's called Ziploc." "Hmm." "Are you mad at me?" "I'm mad at myself." "[ Sighs ] I act like such a kid." "ROB:" "What'd I miss?" "Cleaning the place out." "That's Ziploc." "Nice name." "Maybe we'll get to see if that guy finally gets offed." "This is the best shit ever on the Internet." "AMBE R:" "Oh." "He feels bad." "Poor guy." "ROB:" "'Cause they're gonna do him." "Rob, 'cause he made something that's gonna kill people, probably." "ROB:" "Or not." "I mean, why is he crying?" "That's weird behavior, if they're filming this to, like, try and terrorize people." "[ Beeping continues ]" "Mm..." "He looks depressed." "I know how bad he feels." "ROB:" "Look, he's doing something up there, see?" "TREVOR:" "Hmm." "AMBER:" "What I love about Internet shows is no ads." "I hope that's not the end of the story, 'cause that shit was weak as crap." "Although half the time, I love ads." "I don't know." "I'm going for a run." "I need to work off some of this Monterey Jack, for Christ sakes." "Oh, I guess I'll go with." "[ Beeping continues ]" "TREVOR:" "William Zill." ""Basement ceiling." "Red key."" "We're in "Four Boxes."" "[ Cell phone rings ]" "What's up?" "Rob, you're cracked." "Rob, where are you guys?" "Keeping it real, Amber!" "[ Keys clatter ]" "You guys got to get back here right fucking now." "Uh-huh." ""Four Boxes " uh.. ." "It was a fake." "It was a set." "They took it down." "You won't believe this." "You're not gonna believe this, dude." "It's a house." "It's this house." "We're inside of "Four Boxes."" "Right." "And I'm really freaked out." "You guys got to get back here right fucking now." "I guess they fucking taped it earlier." "It's this place, hombre!" "N.J. -- no joke." "I found the cash in the suitcase." "I -- which I guess is what Ziploc was looking for at the end." "Yeah, Rob." "Fucking real money hidden in the ceiling." "And if the cash is real, then Ziploc's real, and he's gonna be coming 'cause of the fucking note in the typewriter ribbon." "So, you guys have to get back here right fucking now." "Okay, okay, okay." "Um, if the -- lf the MF'ing website was filmed here, then, um, the cameras are there and everywhere." "So, the action we were watching wasn't live." "It was taped." "And Havoc didn't know he was being filmed." "Or he did." "Why would Havoc film this?" "To terrorize people." "He's a fucking terrorist." "He's a fucking terrorist." "We're in Havoc's house." "Oh, my God." "Ziploc in this house." "Oh, fuck me!" "Rob!" "I'm scared." "Okay, okay." "Good." "Um..." ""Silent/Microphone." Rob switched that when we got here." "What's that?" ""Live." "Webcast."" "We've been watching a webcast?" "Okay, switch it to "live."" "[ Leaf blower whirring ]" "Oh, fuck me!" "[ Leaf blower whirring ]" "Send the police right now." "It's an emergency." "I'm at, um, um, William Zill's house, um, at Deer Run Lane, and there's, uh, a Middle Eastern man wearing a turban, and, um, he's got no face," "and he's -- he's, um... uh, he's a terrorist!" "So, come now." "Please!" "God!" "Hurry!" "He's a fucking terrorist!" "[ Leaf blower approaching ]" "Oh, fuck." "Don't come down here." "[ Breathing heavily ]" "[ Whimpers ]" "[ Leaf blower whirring ]" "[ Whirring gets louder and louder ]" "Come on, come on, come on." "Fuck this!" "Okay." "Here we go." "[ Amber breathing heavily ]" "Trevor?" "Trevor?" "Trevor!" "You got to answer us right now, man!" "What's that smell?" "Amber, let's burn." "Something's wrong." "No!" "Rob, we gotta find Trevor." "No, we don't gotta..." "[ Crying ]" "You still love him, don't you?" "We're not the kind of people who live happily ever after, are we?" "No." "[ Leaf blower whirring ]" "Rob!" "What was that?" "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "[ Screaming ]" "[ Stops leaf blower ]" "[ Deep voice ]:" "This...isn't...good." "Hey, guys!" "That's a MF'ing wrap!" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Amber chuckles ]" "[ Amber sighs ]" "ROB:" "Yeah!" "Yeah." "Yeah, baby!" "[ As Austin Powers ]:" "Yeah, baby." "[ Normal voice ]:" "That's what I'm talking about." "We are gonna be huge stars, thanks to you, Trevor." "Let's get our little butts down to that Friday's and start celebrating." "We did it, man." "I am fucking bursting with wedding info for you, Trevor." "[ Amber sighs ]" "AMBE R:" "Good morning." "ROB:" "Yep." "Just uploading footage on the URL fourboxes.tv." "Time till completion -- 2 minutes." "You know, this really is the perfect TV show for the Internet." "Just one, long, stupid story in one room." "Rob, quit saying that, for real." "TREVOR:" "It's my script." "Don't say that anymore." "Well, it's pretty damn stupid, especially my part." "No, it's not stupid." "It's pretty perfect." "ROB:" "Dude, I didn't mean it to sound so harsh." "I'm just saying -- what won't people watch?" "[ Continues ]:" "Okay. "Begin webcast at URL fourboxes.tv?"" "Yes, please." "Hey, here's what I wrote earlier " ""Hey, guys." "Check out this website." "It's called fourboxes.tv." "This guy, we call him Havoc, he moved into an apartment set up for voyeur, but he don't know it." "What's cooler still, he's weird, always doing science on mannequins, and talking to some terrorist dude named Ziploc." "We think they're gonna kill someone." "Enjoy."" "Check this shit out." "40 hits." "80 hits..." "Let's get this dude's stuff moving for real now, what we didn't wreck for props." "Six days till we're on live." "ROB:" "Oh, shit!" "Trevor, check it out." "This guy's seen "four Boxes."" "Hmm." "TREVOR:" "What's "four Boxes"?" "[ Sighs ]" "I would do a threesome, I think." "No dudes, though." "[ Amber sighs ] 10 years since Diana died." "Wow." "That went fast." "Hey, Trevor!" "What?" "238,000 hits." "Can you believe that shit?" "l love it, man." "I love it!" "AMBER:" "Maybe it wasn't copacetic for us to come up here, or down here, or wherever we are, you know what I mean, and, like, have everything be all..." "Poor Bill Zill." "God, that's so sad!" "Seems like more than a week ago that we were putting these cameras up." "This place was an awesome backdrop." "Can't believe it took us four months to find, though." "Fuck!" "I got to go to Home Depot." "[ Water running ]" "AMBER:" "I can't believe you talked me into this." "You still got a hot bod, babe." "What's the problem?" "I'm flat." "I know guys don't care, but..." "But I know this project was something you wanted to get -- we wanted to get out of the way before our next chapter." "Before we give up for good?" "Sell privacy fencing for the rest of our lives?" "Lots of people get married and have jobs and do the kid thing and still do cool stuff, Trevor." "That's a lie, Amber." "You're so far inside the box, it's just hilarious." "ROB:" "They're all upstairs." "They're all hiding in the bathroom, you fucking idiots!" "[ Gunshots ]" "TREVOR: rhere was something strange going on in this house." "R08:" "There's something strange going on inside every house, yo." "Half a million hits, dude." "ROB:" "Half a million hits, dude." "Mm-hmm!" "[ Imitates explosion ]" "ROB, HIGH-PITCHED voice:" "Rehearsal!" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Normal voice ]:" "All right." "Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse." "We got to rehearse the ending." "Tonight's the night we switch to live, and there's gonna be a gang of people watching." "I'm into it." "I guess I am pretty nervous about tonight, actually." "I think I might take a Paxil." "No." "Hey, I will if I want to." "Guys." "Tonight's the night Ziploc kills us, and then we go live." "Trevor G!" "G money!" "Why don't you go first?" "All right." "Uh, so, end of feed, and then, um... .. .surprise!" "[ Chuckles ]" "No terrorists!" "No murderers!" "Just us, yo!" "Uh, what's up, everybody?" "Y'all boys and girls, how's it going?" "And, um..." "What you all just been watching is a great big show put on by myself, Trevor Grainger, along with my pals Amber Croft, Rob Rankrus, which are, together, what comprises FOURBOXES.TV, L.L.C." "Uh, I'm Trevor Grainger, as I mentioned, and I played Havoc and Ziploc and a city official and other parts in this drama that you've just been watching." "Oh, and we also sat down and decided to call it a cyberdrama." "So, uh, Amber, take it away." "I'm Amber, Amber Croft also known as Thistle." "Um, I played myself," "Havoc's victim, uh, man in the yard, movers, and other parts, and I'm a singer/songwriter and actress." "Oh, and you guys should click to my website," "You can't plug your own website, Amber!" "Shut up!" "You can't talk to me like that!" "I was just gonna say -- if you would have let me finish, I was gonna say that you can link to all of our websites through fourboxes.tv, if you would have let me." "God." "Anyway.. ." "Also, of course, there's lots of cool goodies for sale, too." "Wouldn't be a show, or cyberdrama, without goodies." "Such cool stuff." "Um, you can order a DVD of "Four Boxes "" "uh, cool t-shirt, you can see more racy pictures of me, oh, buy my CD, "Broken Down in the Middle of Nowhere "" "um, and just find out more about me and Trevor and Rob." "And then I'll be like," ""Peace!" "Over to you, Rob " or something." "Right." "Right." "And I'm like, "Hey, everybody." "What's up?" "I'm Rob Rankrus." "I played myself, of course," "Havoc, Ziploc, movers, and other good stuff." "I hope you guys liked our story." "I'm sort of the technical dude behind the operation." "I made it possible for you guys to watch, and I am so happy that you did." "You guys kick ass!" "Yeah." "Right on." "Yeah, you guys rule!" "Yeah, like, buy some stuff from our site." "You know the address, fourboxes.tv." "We're doing a live chat after the cyberdrama, so stick around for that." "Also will be some other good stuff." "That was pretty all right." "I think the main priority will be, you know, to see who puts us on the TV." "So, I think we should stay up live for, like, four hours, then get back, get ready to do the merch." "Once the story goes to TV, that's when the site pops the hardest." "I don't know if I'm gonna go through with it, you guys." "Trevor, you act like such a fucking dick!" "Good." "Work at Allstate forever." "Eat me, fag!" "I'm just trying to get a little reaction from you." "And you get all mental " "Guys..." "Well, what?" "No -- no one's even gonna care!" "All they want to know is did I harrumph both you guys or not." "So, what's so hard about that?" "Tell the truth -- you did me, you grinded him, right?" "Only I really know that, right?" "I'm gonna be like, I'm gonna be like," "# Goodbye, Allstate #" "Right?" "I'm like, "Fuck you, Maple Grove!" "I'm out!"" "I didn't do shit with my hair for tonight." "Hey, Amber, you want to come with me to Buffalo Wild Wings?" "All right." "ROB:" "All right." "Grab one of these boxes." "These are the last of the props in the house." "Proper props, y'all." "AMBE R:" "Are you coming?" "No. I'm tired." "All right, homes." "Well, is everything cleaned up, then?" "No trace of nothing, man -- just the cameras and us." "ROB:" "Sweet." "Meet you in the CR-V." "[ Sighs ] I've had something really important to tell you for the last couple days, but I just never feel like you would care." "And you don't." "# Ooh #" "# Ooh #" "# Ooh #" "# Ooh #" "[ Snoring ]" "TREVOR:" "We're in "four Boxes."" "Rob, where are you guys?" "You guys gotta get back here right now." "We're in "four Boxes."" "AMBER:" "Ugh, I don't feel so good." "You're never gonna believe this, dude." "It's a house." "Ugh, I feel kind of... lt's this house." "[ Garage door squeaking ]" "We're inside of "four Boxes."" "I guess I should have eaten something with that Paxil." "Vicodin." "Me, too." "[ Drowsily ]:" "What about our show?" "[ Snoring continues ]" "AMBER:" "Hey." "[ Moans softly ]" "[ Engine turns over ]" "We're in Havoc's house." "[ Car beeping, engine running ]" "Rob!" "I'm scared." "Okay, okay." "Good." "I want to be a Red..." "Hot..." "Chili Pepper." "[ Beeping continues ]" "[ Cell phone dialing ]" "[ Phone ringing ]" "WOMAN:" "911 , what's your emergency?" "Send the police right now." "It's an emergency." "Um, William Zill's house, um, at Deer Run Lane." "WOMAN:" "Are you on Deer Run Lane or on Deer Run Circle?" "Hurry!" "He's a fucking terrorist!" "WOMAN:" "Calm down, sir." "We have officers coming right now." "[ Object clatters ]" "[ Groans ]" "Trevor?" "ROB:" "You Qot to answer us right now, man." "Trevor, baby?" "Something's wrong." "AMBER:" "No, Rob." "We got to find Trevor." "No, we don't gotta.. ." "Trevor, baby I have something important to tell you." "You still love him, don't you?" "We got the pagoda." "We're not the kind of people who live happily ever after, are we?" "Mo." "Rob, what was that?" "!" "Oh, my God!" "[ Screaming ]" "[ Beeping continues ]" "[ Engine stops ]" "ZIPLOC, DEEP voice:" "This...isn't...good." "[ Sirens wailing, approaching ]" "# All we ever talk about #" "# Is all the things we think about #" "# Like love and pain and loneliness #" "# And me and you and tenderness #" "# And now we come to the place we start #" "# Living to be free #" "# Looking out for me #" "# Rise above this eventually #" "# Here I am #" "# On the dark side of the planet #" "# In the far side of space #" "# There's a universe of stars #" "# And someone to take your place #" "# And love can fill #" "# The emptiness between #" "# So the drift will come together #" "# And we'll live to be free #" "# Looking out for you and me #" "# Gonna rise above this eventually #" "# And now I'm on my own again #" "# Learning how to love again #" "# My fate will find me eventually #" "# My heart struggles on #" "# So spiritually #" "# And I'll get to the place #" "# Where I'm gonna start #" "# Living to be free #" "# Looking out for me #" "# Gonna rise above this eventually #" "[ Beeping ]" "[ Cell phone beeps ]"