Michael approaches Trevor, who's digging up the grave.
Michael: Hey, you're wasting your time.
Trevor: Is that why you flew out here? Huh? Tell me I'm wasting my time?
Trevor continues to break away the rubble and dirt.
Michael: Go ahead, dig it up. I don't give a shit.
Trevor: Yeah, it's what you look like, a guy who doesn't give a shit.
Michael: Ah, this is ridiculous.
Trevor: How long are you going to keep lying for, Mikey, huh? When's it going to stop? What happens in the dark, comes out in the light.
Michael: Give it a rest, Trevor. There's nothing there!
Trevor gives it one last swing with the axe, then picks up the spade, ready to break open the casket.
Trevor: This is it. Moment of truth.
Having broken open the casket, Trevor looks at the corpse with dismay. He throws the spade down, crouches down to the open hole and breaks away the dirt. Brad's face is revealed. Trevor struggles to contain his shock having predicted it. Shouting in rage, he stands up from the casket, glaring despairingly at Michael, who stands over the grave, not daring to look.
Trevor: As if I didn't know...Brad.
Michael: Hey, you're wasting your time.
Trevor: Is that why you flew out here? Huh? Tell me I'm wasting my time?
Trevor continues to break away the rubble and dirt.
Michael: Go ahead, dig it up. I don't give a shit.
Trevor: Yeah, it's what you look like, a guy who doesn't give a shit.
Michael: Ah, this is ridiculous.
Trevor: How long are you going to keep lying for, Mikey, huh? When's it going to stop? What happens in the dark, comes out in the light.
Michael: Give it a rest, Trevor. There's nothing there!
Trevor gives it one last swing with the axe, then picks up the spade, ready to break open the casket.
Trevor: This is it. Moment of truth.
Having broken open the casket, Trevor looks at the corpse with dismay. He throws the spade down, crouches down to the open hole and breaks away the dirt. Brad's face is revealed. Trevor struggles to contain his shock having predicted it. Shouting in rage, he stands up from the casket, glaring despairingly at Michael, who stands over the grave, not daring to look.
Trevor: As if I didn't know...Brad.
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