Bond of Silence Page #2
- TV-PG
- Year:
- 2010
- 98 min
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Oh, I know. Come here.
Should we call the cops?
No, maybe I'll just go over there
and talk to Shane.
Come on, pilgrims.
Let's go over there
and scare those kids straight.
I love you, Daddy.
Oh, my baby, come here. I love you.
Go upstairs.
Don't wake your brother up.
Hurry back. I'll put her to bed.
Good night, Sara.
Let's split up, ask for Shane.
You got it, cowboy.
Have you seen Shane Batesman?
Uh-uh. I-- I don't know.
Hello, ladies.
You know where Shane is?
Yo, go long.
He's a future Heisman winner, baby.
Nice catch.
I can't take you anywhere.
I know, right? Here.
You're unreal.
Oh, man.
How's that going?
- Not bad.
Oh, hey. Come here,
come here. Heh-heh. Oh.
You are so wasted.
What? Lighten up.
You're such a drunk.
New Year's Eve celebration
from Times Square...
They are asleep.
- Come on.
Where's my drink?
Hey. Hi, honey.
Well, where's your posse?
I don't know. I lost them.
Lost them?
Three Stooges.
You left them there?
Oh, that place is a mob scene.
Can I come in?
Just shut the door.
- All right.
- You're an all-star?
- A real all-star.
- You gotta hold it.
Yeah, good one.
Busted.
Hey, what's going on in here?
Who are you?
Where's Shane?
He's not here right now.
This is my friend's house and you're
gonna have to take it downstairs.
This room is off-limits.
It's almost midnight.
Oh, guys, we gotta-- We need refills.
I hate it when Ryan is drunk.
Everybody, get downstairs!
First kiss and hug of the New Year.
I like the odds. Get ready, ladies.
You're a devil.
Jordan?
I'm gonna take him home.
I'm gonna call Bob.
He's missing everything.
Okay, honey, it's yours, it's you.
It's you, baby, it's you.
I'm sorry.
- Sixteen, 15,
Eight, seven, six--
- Five, four, three, two--
- One.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
B-- Bob?
Cheers.
Hey, hey. Hey.
It's New Year.
Aren't you gonna give me a kiss?
I kissed him and he just
pushed me away like I was gross.
It's gonna be a wonderful year.
Yeah.
Happy New Year, sweetie.
Get in the car.
Why don't you give him another call
on his cell?
It's good. I need more.
- This is good.
I know.
Hi. This is Bob McIntosh.
Leave a message.
Larry, what's going on?
It's-- It's Bob. He's unconscious.
What? What happened?
What do we have?
Adult male, full cardiac arrest.
Start external compressions now.
It's Bob McIntosh.
Steve?
Steve, is Bob gonna be okay?
I'll take good care of him.
Let me do my job.
Mrs. McIntosh, I'm sorry,
but you're not allowed in here.
What the hell's going on?
Nothing.
Well, obviously something.
What about you all?
Can you tell me
what happened here?
Some guy got hurt.
They took him away
in an ambulance.
Somebody got hurt? Who was it?
How should I know?
Did any of you see what happened?
No.
No, officer.
I mean, I just got here, so...
You're Shane Batesman, right?
Yeah.
I know your dad. You think
he's gonna be happy with this?
No, I think he's gonna be
pretty pissed off.
I'll drop your truck
off tomorrow.
You're mad at me.
Yeah.
Ryan.
I love you like crazy. Heh.
I love you too.
Thanks.
So you don't know who this guy was?
Other than he was an ass, no.
He said he was your dad's friend
or something.
Wait, so you talked to him?
We only talked to him
for, like, a second.
Yeah.
He told us to leave so we went out.
It's not a big deal.
But what happened to the guy then?
Who called the ambulance?
I don't know.
I was down here partying
when it all went down.
My parents are gonna freak.
The waiting is the hardest part.
Remember when you were
in that car accident?
What? I never heard about that.
It's back when we were dating.
He broke his arm,
a couple of his ribs, his nose.
And look at him now.
Steve.
I tried to resuscitate him.
No, don't--
I-- I did everything I could.
But Bob died.
Steve, no.
Katy, I'm very sorry.
Oh, my God.
Okay.
Katy, I'm so sorry.
They think maybe
it was a heart attack.
They're not sure.
They're gonna do an autopsy.
The stock market closed
with a solid...
Hey, happy New Year, Jordy.
Happy New Year, Daddy.
How was the party?
It was okay. Mm-hm.
Just okay?
We're gonna check out a matinee,
if you'd like to come.
Mm. Thanks,
but I have to take Ryan's truck back.
Okay.
A Rees Harbor man has died after
being rushed to Rockport General
from a New Year's Eve party
on King James Road.
What's going on in here?
Where's Shane?
He's not here right now.
--At the home of a neighbor where
I have to find my phone.
Attempts to revive
were unsuccessful.
Jordan?
What's this big emergency,
you had to get me up so early?
You know that guy from the party
last night? He died.
What guy?
What are you talking about?
The guy who came into the bedroom
and told us to get out.
You really don't remember.
No.
I'm calling Angie.
Angie, did you hear about the guy,
the one from the party?
I know, he died.
I'll get Keith and Aaron to meet us.
You call Ryan.
I got Ryan already.
He doesn't remember anything.
He got way too drunk.
Shh. Calm. Quiet.
What are we gonna do?
Don't say anything.
Just get over to Rees Point and
we'll figure it out when we get there.
- Katy, can I get you some tea?
- Sure, thanks.
Hey, Sara-bear, come here.
Come here. Hey.
Hey. Where's your brother?
Where's Daddy? I can't find him.
I know, baby. Come here.
I gotta talk to both of you. Come here.
I have something sad
to tell you about Daddy.
Hey, this is Keith.
Leave a message after the tone.
Did you guys get Keith?
No, he's not answering his phone.
So this guy really died, huh?
Man, that sucks.
Yeah. Yeah, it sucks.
This cop was asking us
all these questions.
What did you tell him?
Nothing.
I mean, there's nothing to tell, really.
Right?
How can you say that?
What do you mean?
You were there. It was no big thing.
Come on, let's just go.
The rest of you too. Let's go.
Yeah, we heard you.
We're on our way out, all right?
We should say
we never saw the guy.
There were other people up there
when he came in.
We should tell the cops
what we told Shane,
that the guy came into the bedroom,
he told us to get out and we left.
And the last time we saw him,
he was alive and well, which is true.
Is it?
Yes. You were there.
I went out before you guys.
You were in there when I left.
Yeah, we were right behind you.
Would you please tell her?
Man, I don't remember any of this.
I have a snowboard
competition coming up.
I want that endorsement deal.
My dad got me that internship
at the paper this summer.
Yeah, so if we open our mouths,
we're all screwed.
She's not gonna say anything.
She's cool. Right, Jordan?
Fine.
I won't say anything.
Good.
Now, what about that sophomore
that was there?
Aaron.
Hey.
I thought maybe you and I
could go take a little ride.
Mom, I'll be right back.
Yeah?
- It's Sandy.
Come on in.
A Detective Jackson is here
to see you.
Okay.
I'll be right down.
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