Beneath the Darkness

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Pick a spot.

Take a dump.

Let's go.

Who's that?

Hey.

Evening.

Hey, Vaughn.

Hey, Jack.

I see he's got you

well trained.

Who's walking who, right?

Whew.

How you, uh...

how you holding up?

It's day by day, you know.

But I'm gonna be all right.

Yeah, these things take time.

Hmm.

Well, exercise helps.

I've been running a lot.

And I've been lifting weights.

Can you tell?

I got two tickets

to the gun show.

You're a funny son

of a b*tch, Vaughn.

No, I mean I got two

tickets to the gun show.

Now look, I've got my van

parked right down the street.

You and I are going

to take a little jog.

What's this about, man?

I think you know

what this is about.

No, I don't know

what this is about!

I think you do... know...

what... this... is... about!

Turn your ass around...

and we're gonna

run up the road.

All right, Vaughn.

Come on.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Let's go.

Damn it, Vaughn!

Turn around.

Let's go.

Go home, Max.

All right!

Come on, let's go come on...

We're gonna jog.

We're gonna jog.

Run.

What are you doin'?

Run.

Run!

Let's go.

Run.

Come on, let's go.

Run.

Almost done.

You dug that pretty quick.

But then again,

it is fresh dirt.

All right. One more.

One more.

All done.

Put the shovel right over here.

Right there.

What?

Come on...

Hey!

Open it.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

No, man.

Open it.

Don't make me do this, friend.

Open it.

Ooh-hoo.

What the f***?

God!

Ohhh!

Comfy?

Vaughn, don% do this, man.

Look... I swear to God...

no one's going to know

anything about this.

I'll never tell anybody.

I'll never tell a soul.

Oh. Oh, please.

Please. Oh, no.

Please don't do this.

Vaughn! Look, man,

we go way back!

What, it's gonna be

our little secret?

Yes, it is.

I don't think so.

Come on.

I'll tell you what,

maggot-meat...

What?

I'll leave the light

on for you.

Jesus!

Vaughn!

Woo-hoo.

F***.

Vaughn!

Vaughn!

Vaughn!

I don't have air!

So someone give me an impression

of The Telltale Heart.

Who wants to start?

Danny?

I thought the blue

eye was kinda cool.

Okay.

Anything else?

He really loves

exclamation points.

All right.

Hey, Travis.

What about you?

What is Poe really telling

us about this murderer?

Hmm. I don't know.

Oh, come on, Travis...

we don't have optional

participation in this class.

Say you were encouraging a friend to read it.

What would you tell him?

I'd say... you're inside

this killer's head.

The longer you're in it,

the scarier it gets.

Why is it scary?

Because he's crazy.

Are you sure?

Well, he keeps

telling us that he's not.

Abby, what do you think?

I would have

to agree with Travis.

He's definitely crazy.

Anyone that would kill somebody

just because they had a funny eye.

Damn right. And he

slab-chops the dude.

So, Brian, you're saying he

cuts him into little pieces.

Right. Then he hides it

all underneath the floor.

So why would he go to all that

trouble to hide the body...

if he's gonna confess?

I guess because he knew

the cops could hear it.

You know?

The heart beating and all?

But Miss Moore, I don't

think it was beating.

I think he just thought it was

beating because he was mental.

Yeah, he was nuts,

so he was hearing sh*t.

Stuff.

Okay. Okay.

So what would make somebody

keep hearing something...

a sound, if it's

all in his head...

that would drive

him to confess?

Travis.

Uh, it was, uh...

guilt.

Don't forget, we continue

with Macbeth next week.

I want you to review

Act Ill this weekend.

To get us in the mood, Travis

and Abby will do a scene...

as Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.

Maybe you can come by for

pizza, like sevenish?

Sure. We should

really go that way.

Okay, Brian.

Hold on.

Ooh. "Never shake thy

gory locks at me."

What?

Sit worthy, my friends.

My lord often thus.

Macbeth.

Yeah.

No one has any idea what

you two are talking about.

Isn't that where

he sees the ghost?

Yeah.

You won't have any trouble

nailing that scene.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Uh, does anyone else

getting tired of pizza?

Danny, you can get wings.

Abby, we should go.

What are you talking about?

It should come easy...

since I saw something strange

the night my sister died.

Like a... like

a ghost?

I don't know what it was.

But I saw something.

No, no, please,

we're all friends here.

Why don't you share with us?

Brian.

No, I'm just curious.

Let me guess.

You called your

ghost Richard Headen...

you know, in

D*ckhead for short.

Kinda like what they call you.

Mm. You're funny.

Aren't I?

I'm a funny guy.

Brian, it's his sister.

Oh, fine, he brought it up.

It's not my fault.

Nice, Brian.

Travis.

Mr. Sovic.

You were supposed

to come see me.

Yeah.

Travis, you've never come out for

track or baseball, have you?

Nope.

All you do is P.E.

Yeah, just P.E.

Track tryouts are next week.

I'd like to see you out there.

I gotta go...

Listen a second.

You know what's

neat about track?

Hmm.

There's always a goal.

You're always running

towards something.

Now, you see...

I think you'd be good at that.

Just not interested.

Not interested, huh?

I see.

I guess I've been

wasting my time.

What was all that crap?

The hell if I know.

Let's go.

Sovic's a creep.

Yeah.

Is he even married?

It wouldn't surprise

me if he wasn't.

Probably not, man.

Ahh, I think he's got

a thing for Miss Moore.

Ohhh, that'd be interesting.

Gotta mow Ely's lawn tomorrow?

Yep.

Doesn't it ever creep you

out being around him?

Not really.

Dude. With

those dead bodies?

I'm pretty sure Ely

keeps them in the funeral home.

Mr. Ely?

- Boo!

- I'm all done.

Here.

Travis, you didn't set

the mower low enough.

I thought I did it

the way you wanted.

What I said

on the last cutting...

is that I wanted

it really low...

so that it looks

good until spring.

Now, wasn't that clear?

I guess.

Well, you just have to do

it over again, that's...

Yes, sir.

You know, uh...

my dear wife, Rosemary...

taught your sister...

um, what was

her... Ellen?

Erin.

Erin. Taught her

in the sixth grade.

Hm. Yeah.

Here you go, just put

it right in here.

Said she was a really

smart young lady.

Very special.

Now they're both gone.

Here, back to work.

Hey, Travis.

Hey.

So, Danny said that you

weren't gonna go tonight.

Yeah, got some homework to do.

Travis, you can do homework

whenever you want.

So...

So what?

It's just... that you

promised that...

you would tell me about

the whole ghost thing.

I just... don't want this

getting around school.

I'm not gonna tell anyone.

I promise.

[Travis, off? One night,

when I was seven years old.

Some strange noises woke me up.

They were coming

from my sister's room.

Erin?

Erin?

Erin.

Leave my sister alone!

My mom called 9-1-1.

I knew there was

nothing they could do.

Don't go, Erin.

Please don't go.

I knew she was gone

I'm sorry, Travis.

I just stood there.

Frozen.

I'm sure you couldn't have

changed anything if you tried...

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