Page 22 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
Alessandra: “Nice try. But it’s over. I’m leaving now.”
Nash: “Just wait one second.”
Alessandra: “No.”
Nash: “Wait!”
Alessandra: “Fine!”
Nash pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. This is when he dials me and I don’t pick up.
Nash: “Goddammit, Hunter!”
He dials again.
Nash: “Fucking Hunter!”
This is when he sends me that series of texts:
—“Where are you?!”
—“Pick up!”
—“Hunter!”
—“Answer me!”
—“Bruh!”
Alessandra: “Nice try, Nash.”
Nash: “Don’t go!”
Alessandra: “Get out of my way!”
Nash: “I didn’t post those videos!”
Alessandra: “Move!”
Nash: “I’m not chatting with gay dudes!”
Alessandra: “I said move!”
Nash: “I’m not gay!”
Alessandra shoves Nash. And because he wasn’t expecting it, he stumbles back and hits the wall.
Nash: “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Alessandra: “Leaving!”
Alessandra tries to walk out the door, all of her things gathered in her arms in front of her. Nash grabs hold of her wrist. She tries to yank it away from him. He yanks back, causing her to drop everything onto the floor.
Nash: “You’re gonna stay here until we talk to Hunter!”
Alessandra: “Let go of me!”
Alessandra tries to walk out of the room again, but Nash holds on tight. She suddenly knees him in the balls. He screams, lets go of her, and falls to his knees.
