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Hasta El Fuego. Please hold.
Here you are. Your server will be right with you.
Hey, Jason. Hey.
Hi. Do you know what you want?
- Uh, yeah. - Cool. Thanks.
Okay. - Another shot? - Yeah, sure. Okay.
Hi. Hi, Reggie. Laura, hi.
Hello. Um, so nice to phone-meet you in this incredibly embarrassing way.
Oh, you know, no-- no problem. It's fine.
This is what I get for picking a trendy place with no sign out front, huh?
Yeah, why do they do that here? I don't know.
I've only been in the city for a few months.
Me, too! No way! Yeah. Oh, wow.
Well, um, it's a very cool restaurant.
Is it on Hudson? Yes.
Am I on Hudson? I don't know.
I am not on Hudson. Shit.
Uh, I am now walking towards Hudson.
Okay. I am so, so sorry.
This is not the first impression I wanted to make on a college professor.
Oh, pfft. Associate Professor, and it's just Film Studies,
so... you're safe.
Film Studies? That's... ...cool.
You say that, but try teaching a class on 20th-century slashers
to a heap of hungover 19-year-olds.
Slashers, huh? What's your favorite scary movie?
Um, not that one.
So why slashers?
Well, I just, you know, I think it's interesting.
You can really examine the culture of the moment
by looking at the tropes of the time.
Like, um, the masked killer, the final girl, the different rules:
Don't split up. Don't have sex.
Don't answer the phone. Exactly, exactly, exactly.
It's all cliché.
But out of those clichés comes an opportunity for outsider art.
A voice for the voiceless, you might say.
Yeah, I'm more of a rom-com guy, to be honest.
Okay, I think I'm on Hudson. Okay.
What color is the outside of the restaurant?
I-I think it's red.
I don't see anything red.
I, um-- I could be wrong. Let me just, um...
Let me go have a little look-see.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
Yep, it's definitely red.
Yeah, I'm not seeing anything red here.
Sure you're on Hudson?
Um... Oh, crap, I'm still a block over.
It looks like there's an alley I can cut through.
Is the restaurant near an alley?
Yes! Yes. There is an alley.
Oh, perfect. I'm coming down the alley.
I don't see you.
Wait. Really? Are you sure?
Uh, there are some dumpsters about halfway down.
I see them, but I don't see you.
Yeah, I don't see you, either.
This is creepy, right?
Uh, a little bit.
20th-century slashers, huh?
Yeah. Are you sure you're walking towards Hudson?
Oh, wait, I think I see you! Can you wave?
Can you see me?
Uh, the person I'm looking at isn't waving. They're just staring at me.
Are you sure?
Okay, this is weird.
Now they're moving towards me.
Are you okay?
Shit. He's following me.
I don't see anybody.
Holy shit! He's after me!
Where are you?
He's got a knife! What?
And that's not the worst part.
The worst part is...
...you teach a class about slashers
and you still walked into a dark alley.
Alone. Okay, that's not funny.
Now I see something red.
Oh, hey. Tara!
Are you and Greg gonna come to the OKB party?
Well, if he finishes his Spanish project in time, yes, we will.
Is your sister coming?
No, Sam wouldn't be caught dead at a frat party.
There's a first time for everything.
Not tonight, though.
- Can't convince her? - No. That's not my problem, that's yours.
- Save me a drink! - All right. I'll see you.
Honey, I'm home!
I'm sorry, okay?
I-- I just got massive blue balls, and I-- I had to practice.
Please don't be mad. How mad are you?
Oh, I'm not mad, Jason.
Dude. We said we wouldn't use the voice on each other.
We said a lot of things.
This is Greg, right?
Who else would it be?
Where are you? I want to tell you about it.
Oh, by the way,
we should go to that frat party. Tara's going.
What was it like? Not on the phone, man.
Seriously, turn off the fucking voice modulator.
I'm just trying to get the voice right.
You got to have your practice, I get mine.
Just tell me what it felt like.
Then maybe I'll come out.
Dude, I know you're not here.
All right, fine.
It was even better than we ever could have imagined.
I mean, when the knife went in her,
it's like she wasn't human anymore.