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Packing It Up, written by mads.

Volume One.
( Everything I never knew about love )

A pink background center screen, with a person standing in the middle. In her hands in cardboard cutouts of faces of previous costars and current friends stuck to popsicle sticks. DALLAS HUGHES looks up and smiles.

DALLAS: (cheerily)
I like this game. You never really think about "who's most likely to," and yet it's like you always know the answer right away when the question is asked, somehow.

DALLAS looks down at the cutouts, shuffling the sticks in her hands before looking back at the camera.

PRODUCER: (behind the camera, V.O.)
Who's most likely to be twenty minutes early to set?

DALLAS chuckles. Lifting her right arm, a cardboard cutout of ZENDAYA is displayed.

DALLAS:
Daya, 100%. She was always on set before anybody's call times, even on the days we tried to beat her.

PRODUCER: (behind the camera, V.O.)
Well, who's most likely to be twenty minutes late, then?

DALLAS: (chuckling, fond)
Other than me? Yeah, okay, hmm...

Shuffling through the faces in her hands, DALLAS lifts her left hand. In it, two sticks are held up.

DALLAS: (continuing)
Lukas or Olivia. But that second one is going off when I would drive her, and I'd end up making us late.

Behind the camera, chuckles can just be made out. DALLAS smiles.

PRODUCER: (behind the camera, V.O.)
Last one. In the context of Smile's world, who's most likely to get away with murder if it was needed?

Briefly stunned, DALLAS laughs a little too loud. She shakes her head, immediately lifting a cutout

DALLAS: (shrugging)
Mike, definitely. Or at least, he's who I'd call if I had to hide a body. Not that I know if he'd pick up the phone, but because I feel like he'd know what to do.

DALLAS shrugs, cheeks a light pink.

DALLAS: (giggling)
Don't ask me why I feel like that, though. I don't know y'all.

Act One.

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