(Chapter 4)
Sam comes charging into Carly and Spencer's apartment in a frenzy.
SAM: "Where is she?! Where's Carly?!"
SPENCER (sitting at the kitchen, looking dejected): "In the bathroom."
Sam throws her school bag to the floor and barges into the bathroom and "Ho! Chiz!" is taken aback by what she sees. The floor and walls of the bathroom are painted dark red with blood. Sam finds Carly, her clothes completely soaked in her own blood, lying in the empty bathtub.
SAM: "Oh my god! What happened?!"
CARLY (slowly turning her head toward Sam): "(weakly) It's okay, Sam. It's gonna be alright."
Sam kneels down beside the bathtub. She is about to touch Carly, but pulls back in fear and uncertainty.
SAM: "Your WRISTS! What did you DO?! HOW?!"
CARLY: "We can't do iCarly anymore, Sam. Did you see?"
SAM: "See? See what?"
CARLY: (weakly) "Look at my phone."
Sam picks up Carly's blood-splattered PearPhone from the bathtub. She presses play on the loaded video. The video depicts Spencer and Freddie's mom having rough, slippery, sweat-soaked sex on the set of iCarly.
SAM: "WHOA! I don't know who to feel bad for more... you or Freddie!"
(laugh track)
CARLY (weakly): "Spencer accidentally turned on... (deep breath)... the cameras. It streamed online on iCarly. Live."
SAM: "What. The. FUCK?!"
Sam, in a brewing fit of rage, starts to hyperventilate, and starts stirring to stand up. Carly, weakly, grabs hold of Sam's sleeve. Sam freezes still.
CARLY: "No. Sam. Stay here with me. There's no point. I don't have any more time. I just want to be with you. I want you beside me one last time."
Sam falls back down onto her knees. She begins to cry inconsolably.
CARLY: "I'm sorry if I've acted selfishly. I just couldn't be able to face our fans anymore. Please tell Freddie to... maybe... if you guys want to try to apologize to our fans. For me."
SAM: "{sniff}...We will, Carly."
CARLY: "I love you, Sam."
SAM: (breaking down further) "I love you, Carly."
CARLY (weakly): "Hey look, Sam. My big toe is stuck in the faucet. Again."
Sam laughs bittersweetly, choking back tears.
CARLY: "Nyeeeea! Ungh. Oh no! Coffins! Sam, Please make sure I get cremated. You know I couldn't stand to be locked inside a tiny coffin."
SAM: "Okay, Carly. I'll make sure of it."
CARLY: (freaking out a little) "Nyeeeea! Nyeeee!"
Sam chuckles at the strange sounds Carly makes when she feels trapped.
Sam reaches towards Carly, placing one hand on her head and taking Carly's hand in the other.
Carly calms down, looking deeply into Sam's eyes. Gently smiling.
SAM: "I love you so much Carly. (crying) Thank you. For being my best friend."
Carly, looking into Sam's eyes, smiling a little more, lets go a little breathy giggle. Sam looks into Carly's silent, motionless eyes for a long minute.
Sam holds Carly's blood soaked body closely in her arms, hiding her sobs in Carly's shoudler.