Page 21 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
Alessandra: “There’s nothing to figure out. Now leave me alone, so I can be on my way.”
Nash: “Baby.”
Alessandra: “You’re a fucking liar, Nash!”
Nash: “I’m not lying!”
Alessandra: “Oh, really? Fuck you. Do you think I’m blind?Iknow what I saw.Youknow what I saw. Don’t deny it.”
Nash: “I’m not denying it. I saw it too. I’m as shocked as you are. That’s why I’m trying to figure out what happened.”
Alessandra: “What is there to figure out? You recorded yourself masturbating in the shower and uploaded the videos to a porn site.”
Nash: “I told you I didn’t do that.”
Alessandra: “Oh, what, the porn fairy did it?”
Nash: “I told you: somebody must’ve hid a camera in my bathroom and—“
Alessandra: “Oh, yeah, right, Nash. Then why isn’t there a camera in there? Did it disappear all of a sudden?”
Nash: “Whoever installed it must’ve taken it down.”
Alessandra: “Oh, how convenient.”
Nash: “You have to believe me.”
Alessandra: “Your videos on that porn site isn’t even the worst part of it all. All these gay guys are watching you jerk off, and then they post comments on your videos, and you reply back to them. And the conversations you have with them are disgusting.”
Nash: “That’s not me. It’s not my profile.”
Alessandra: “They send you money, and you’re writing things like, ‘Oh, I can’t wait to meet you in real life, Daddy. I’m gonna fuck you good.’ Have you gone through with it? Have you met any of these guys in person?”
Nash: “No! I’m not the one replying to the comments. And I’m not gay. Jesus Christ, Alessandra.”
Alessandra: “At first, I didn’t want to believe it. I told my brother he was crazy, accusing you of uploading videos and making me look at some porn site as evidence. But he remembered your bathroom from all the times he’s been at this house, when I was in high school and he was in middle school and the only way my parents would let me come over here was if I let him tag along. He knew your bathroom, and even though your face is blurred he knew it was you. He always had a crush on you.”
Nash: “Don’t you think it’s a little coincidental that your brother found those videos of me?”
Alessandra: “What do you mean?”
Nash: “I mean, maybe it was him. Maybehewas the one who hid the camera in my bathroom. Like you said, he’s always had a crush on me.”
Alessandra: “How dare you. Accusing my brother. You’re just pissed that he’s the one who stumbled across your videos and told me about it. Plus, he hasn’t been in this house in years. When would he have ever secretly installed a spy cam? Will you just admit that you recorded yourself and posted those videos? And okay, maybe you’re not gay, but at least admit that you were flirting with all those gay guys because you were trying to get more money from them or something.”
Nash: “None of that is true. But if it wasn’t your brother, then it wassomeone. It could’ve been anybody. A maintenanceman who came to fix something in the house. One of my brother’s stupid friends, trying to make a buck . . . Wait a minute. What if itismy brother?”
Alessandra: “Hunter?”
Nash: “He could’ve easily installed a spy cam. That explains all the money he has. I mean, he bought a car, has all these nice clothes, is eating out all the time.”
Alessandra: “It’s the apps he made.”
Nash: “What if the money didn’t come from apps? I mean, I’ve never seen any of these apps. I’ve never cared enough. Also, Hunter is a little off. I’ve caught him a few times creeping around my room, looking in my drawers.”
Alessandra: “This is low, Nash. Trying to blame your brother? Hunter is like the sweetest guy. And you’re telling me he’s some kind of porn mogul? The mastermind behind this whole operation?Please.”
Nash: “It’s him. It’s gotta be him. I’ll get him to admit it. And then you’ll see.”
