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You have to believe me.

I did not mean it. I didn't mean it.

Mary, of course I believe you.

Okay? How long have we been going out?

Two years, right?

I believe every word

that comes out of your mouth, okay?

Okay?

All right, so, what,

this dude's still in the garage?

Mary, if I'm gonna help you,

you're gonna have to talk to me, okay?

I buried him.

You buried him?

No, please. You have to understand,

I was... I was so scared. I was so...

I know I probably should have

called the cops, but I didn't...

I didn't know what to do. Please, Rick.

- Please, just help me, just help me.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, I just need to think, all right?

We need a plan.

- What kind of plan?

- One that works.

Okay? One that we've gotta stick to,

and it's gotta be rock solid.

Okay, but what do we do?

Okay, okay.

No one, nowhere, no how,

can know about this, okay?

I know you want to vent right now,

but the most important thing you can do

- is keep your mouth shut.

- I don't think I can.

And then we move on one day at a time.

No mouthing off,

no loose ends, no haircuts,

nothing that brings attention to yourself,

Mary, and I mean nothing.

This will pass, okay? I promise.

This guy will get his 15 minutes of fame

and then bam, he ain't sh*t no more.

They'll find someone else to talk about.

That's the plan.

You on board?

Okay, come here.

You feeling better now? Huh?

Come on. Come on.

What?

I heard something.

- What?

- Just go check it out.

- I will, in a sec. Come on.

- No, now.

It's probably not...

F***.

- It's probably nothing.

- Just check it.

Rick?

Rick?

Rick?

Rick?

F***ing jerk, you're lucky

I didn't stab you with this!

Whoa!

Whoa! Easy there, girl.

That would be

murder, Mary.

Oh, f*** off.

Come on.

Hey, little f***er, what's up? Huh?

Hey... Jesus!

Little b*tch.

I'm sorry.

Just relax, all right?

Take some of your dad's meds,

it'll take the edge off, and just go to bed.

- I'll see you later.

- Where are you going?

I gotta go, Mary.

You know, my head is pounding,

I got to be up in, f***, like, four hours.

You know, I can't think straight.

I gotta get some sleep.

So do you, okay?

Hello?

Hello?

Rick?

- Mary?

- Rick, I'm scared.

- It's 3:
30 in the f***ing morning.

- I can't help it, Rick. They know.

There's a flyer.

- A flyer?

- Yes. It has his face and everything.

They know.

Mary, it's probably just a cop

or a volunteer or something, all right?

- That's what they do.

- At 3:
30 in the morning?

Okay. These guys work

around the f***ing clock, all right?

There's probably one

under my door right now.

Can't you come over?

And do what, huh?

What are we gonna do?

Sit around and worry?

Trust me,

it's only gonna make things worse.

Listen, Mary, all right? I'm counting on you.

You need to calm yourself down.

All right, sweetie?

Yeah, I know, I know.

You're probably thinking,

"That's easy for you to say. "

F*** me, right? Yeah, but...

Look, I'm in this with you now, all right?

All the way.

So go take another downer, you know?

And if they're fives, take two,

wash it down with some booze

and get some sleep. All right?

Now, I need you to hold yourself together

for the next couple of days, all right?

And don't let this flyer thing

f*** with your mind, all right?

It's just routine. Okay?

Oh, yeah, and another thing,

don't drink and dial, all right?

That's how you get snared,

talking sh*t on the phone. All right?

- Hey.

- Thanks.

Hey, there, you children of the night,

almost 36 straight hours

into the Spaz-a-thon,

and I'm feeling like a dead rat

slept in my mouth.

It's 3:
45 EST.

I'm not talking Eastern Standard Time,

I'm talking Eddie the Spaz Time.

Step out.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Step out. Step out.

Who taught you that? Grandma?

Smart birds.

- Mary, don't go crazy.

- Crazy.

- Shut up!

- Crazy. Crazy.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Today, police divers searched

the waters of Spring Lake without success

for the kindergarten teacher

who mysteriously vanished

from his home, late Friday night.

Police now believe his fragile mental state

may be behind his disappearance.

Emser was recently diagnosed

with bipolar...

Hear about the two kids

who kissed in the fog?

They missed.

Oh, yeah!

Whoo! Suffering from some serious

sleep deprivation here, man,

so don't hold me accountable

for my actions.

Stepped out of the studio

for a little air intake.

Ooh! Tell you, man,

it is a real blanket of fog out there.

F***!

F***.

F***!

Oh, you gotta be f***ing kidding me.

- Mary, go back to bed. F***.

- Rick.

- Rick, the blanket.

- What blanket?

The blanket.

I wrapped the body in a blanket,

and if they find that, the fibers...

They're gonna be on me in a second.

I'm f***ed. Rick!

- You wrapped him in a blanket?

- Yes!

That was a dumb thing to do.

- You gotta go back there and get it.

- No.

Uh-uh. No. No. I can't go back there.

I can't.

I get it. You want me

to go back there with you, right?

Yeah, well, right now

I'd rather cut off a nut.

Please, Rick. Please.

- Where?

- Okay. Right on Clover Road,

all the way until you hit the woods.

I will be there in 20.

What?

- Don't leave me hanging, all right, Mary?

- Yeah, I won't. Promise.

F***.

Where is he?

Rick, it's me. Where the hell are you?

I can't believe this.

Rick?

Come on. Just f***ing call.

F***.

Rick? Rick?

Oh, f***, Rick. Rick!

Rick.

This isn't...

Rick.

Rick, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, my God.

Hello?

Bloody Mary.

Hello?

Who is this?

I'm gonna call the cops.

Mary had a little lamb

Stop it, please. Just...

Little lamb

Stop it. Just stop it.

Oh, f***!

Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary.

Hey, hey! This is full service only.

Hey, fella.

Hey, wait a second.

I know you.

Aren't you that teacher on TV?

The missing guy?

Emser.

Hey, it's okay now. It's okay now.

I'll get cops, okay?

Tim? Tim? Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Oh my... Jesus Christ.

What happened?

Look at you.

I thought you were dead.

Oh, my God.

You need to get to a hospital.

Tim, do you hear me?

Why don't you let me help you?

I don't understand. What is going on?

Why can't you tell me what happened?

Please talk to me.

Andy, do not come in here. Go to sleep.

I'm not sleepy.

Dad, can I stay up, please?

Just a little bit longer, I'm not that tired.

Can I go to the garage

and get my laser gun?

- No.

- Daddy said no, now go to bed.

- Did you brush your teeth?

- Yes.

Mom, is Dad gonna be okay?

Yes, honey,

now close your eyes.

Please, Tim, take your medication.

Why are you doing this to me?

F***!

All right, fine, be that way.

It's because you didn't take it,

this whole thing happened.

God damn it. I can't stand it anymore.

You don't want me to take you

to a hospital, you're covered in blood,

you disappear from the face of the earth,

and you expect me to act normal?

I saw you send the letter to the school.

What are you talking about?

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