I Know What You Did Last Summer Page #2

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You got that, sh*t smear?

Loud and clear.

Get in the car.

[Car radio, indistinct]

[Laughter]

[Helen]

Here. Jesus!

You can't drive for sh*t,

you know that?

- God.

- Can you say "alcoholic"?

How are the reasons

pushed through

the sound track

All right, what the hell is this crap?

[Presses button]

[Raucous drumbeat, loud rock]

[Yells]

[Screams]

Yeah!

- Barry.

- [Continues screaming]

- Hey!

- You a**hole!

What's wrong with you?

Watch out!

[Tires screeching]

[Helen] What was that?

[Ray] I don't know.

[Julie] Is everybody okay?

[Moans]

[Ray]

I think it was an animal.

[Helen]

God, you're bleeding!

It's not mine.

It must've been a dog or something.

Jesus Christ,

my f***in' car!

You f***!

Can't you see where you're goin'?

Look, it-it came out of nowhere.

I didn't see it!

A dog couldn't have done that.

Yeah, well, a f***in' deer could.

Look, you dropped your bottle.

I was just trying to--

my dad is going to freak.

Barry, it was an accident.

Leave him alone.

Where is it?

If it was a deer, then where is it?

[Ray]

Look, m-maybe it ran off.

[Helen] I hope so.

I hope we didn't kill it.

F*** that. Let's go.

Oh, my God!

- [Breathing heavily]

- No way.

Oh, my God.

But I thought--

- [ray] I didn't see it.

- No, there's no way!

Oh, my God,

this isn't happening!

You check that side.

Yeah.

Come on.

Helen.

[Screams]

No!

I couldn't see it!

Look, I swear!

Is he dead?

I don't know.

Check his pulse.

No way!

You're the one who rammed him!

Just do it!

I think he's dead.

Sh*t! F***!

Who is he?

I can't tell.

His face is all messed up.

What the hell was

he doing out here?

[Julie] We've gotta call the police

and get an ambulance out here.

Hey, hey, what's

your hurry?

The guy's dead.

You're not a doctor.

You don't make that decision.

Use your brain, Julie.

We call the police, and we're f***ed.

- It was an accident.

- Look, let's think about this a minute.

Think about what?

Think about what?

He was crossing the road in the

middle of the night, okay?

It was an accident.

You weren't drinking or speeding.

There's liquor all over the car.

But you're sober.

- They'll never believe I was driving.

- It's my car.

They'll nail my ass.

That's not true.

Are you kidding?

Look at me.

I'm drunk as sh*t.

I'm f***ed.

No, we'll call the police.

We'll tell them the truth!

- They'll believe us.

- It's manslaughter.

- We're gonna fry no matter

who takes the fall.

- Then we leave right now.

No way.

Are you crazy?

- The grill's busted.

There's blood everywhere.

- We can clean it up. Come on.

Listen to yourselves.

No, we are going to the police!

We don't have time for your sh*t!

We gotta move fast!

Hey! Now, let's try

to stay calm.

Focus.

Don't you get it?

If there's some of him on the car,

there's some of the car on him.

They're gonna trace it back to you.

You're looking at a hit-and-run.

Then we dump

the body.

You've lost it.

Look, just pretend we were never here.

We could drag him to the

water and dump him in.

They wouldn't find

the f***er for weeks.

By that time all the evidence

would be washed away.

If they found him

at all.

The currents are strong.

The undertow-- it could

carry him out to sea.

[Sighs disgustedly]

I won't be any part of it.

Look, I'm scared, Julie.

I'm not like the rest of you.

I don't have your family or the

money to get me out of this.

- Please.

- This is your future, Julie.

Think about it.

College. There's

your scholarship.

The guy's already dead.

If we go to the police, we're dead too.

[Tires squealing]

F***.

What do we do?

Help me.

[Gasping]

Sh*t, they're

slowing down!

- [Helen] Who is it?

- It's Max.

Get rid of him!

Julie, what you got,

car trouble?

- Actually, um--

- [Retching noises, coughing]

It's Barry.

He's had way too much to drink.

And we're trying to keep the

upchuck out of the new car.

- [Max] Well, it doesn't look

so new anymore.

- Yeah, don't drink and drive.

Daddy's gonna be mad.

[Laughs]

- What can I do for you, Max?

- You can wipe that

"my sh*t don't stink" grin off.

Okay, Max. Will do.

Have a good night.

Y-you almost got

that rich boy act down, ray.

We'll be seeing you,

Max.

Yep. Take care, Julie.

[Barry] Even if his body washes

ashore in the next couple of weeks,

it'll be eaten

by crabs and small fish.

Maybe we'll get lucky

with a shark.

Take him to the side.

Put him down.

[Ray] Easy.

That's it.

- Let's do it.

- Wait.

What?

Should we check his wallet

and see who he is?

- Why?

- I don't know, okay?

- Just to know.

- I don't wanna know.

Let's just pretend

he's some escaped lunatic...

With a hook for a hand, and

we're doing everybody a favor.

Ray, help me.

- I don't think I can, Barry.

- Sh*t! We agreed.

- Come on, Barry.

It's not too late.

- You! Shut up!

- Just shut up!

- Christ already, I'll do it!

[Julie screams]

Help! Get him off of me!

- Get him!

- [Screams]

[Helen] My crown! He's got my crown!

[Barry yells]

No!

Barry!

Barry!

[Muffled scream]

[Ray]

Over here!

[Grunting]

Ooh!

Let's get out of here.

We're going home now,

and never ever,

under any circumstances...

Known to God,

speak about this again.

Is that clear?

It is now merely a future

therapy bill, agreed?

Helen!

I'll never mention

it again.

We make a pact, right here and now.

We take this to our grave.

Agreed.

Julie?

Don't you nod your head.

You f***in' say it!

Yeah, okay.

We take this to our grave!

Let me hear it!

Let her go, Barry!

You f***in' say it.

[Panting]

Okay, Barry, we take

this to the grave.

It'll be okay.

[Exhales]

[Door opens]

[Door shuts]

[Engine starts]

[Tires squealing]

She'd talk

of standing

in the rain

no fault

and doing it again

some kind of happiness

is measured out in Miles

what makes you think you're

something special when you smile

Yo, it's time to go.

Come on.

Move your tired, ugly ass, girl.

We're late.

I changed my mind.

I'm not going.

Julie, get

your white-as-death,

chalky corpse

in the car now.

I said, "come on."

Julie, you're going home

for the summer,

and you're gonna get a tan on

that pasty-pale tail of yours.

[Laughs]

Let's go.

Remember.

Sun and fun.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Woman]

Julie?

Welcome home,

dear.

I missed you.

[Mother]

How's the snapper?

I-I really wanted monkfish, but,

uh, it's been a bad season and--

are you

on drugs?

What?

I just wanted to surprise you.

I want an honest reaction.

No.

No, mom.

No drugs.

Well, then, what is wrong?

I mean, you look like death.

Yeah, well, I've had

a rough year.

You got some mail.

A letter came today.

It's not your report card, though.

That came last week.

Mom, I know it looks bad, but the

summer session went really well.

Well, it would have to, because according

to the Dean, you only have one more chance.

It's not that serious.

Really.

What happened

to my daughter?

I mean, you went away, and you

don't call and you don't visit.

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