I Know What You Did Last Summer Page #4

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family member of the guy we hit.

What was his name?

David egan.

Right.

David egan.

Look, I don't think

we should give up on Max.

I mean, it could still be him.

Then find him, ray.

Prove Barry wrong.

That's what you want, isn't it?

No. Now, what I want is for you and me

to just-- listen to me, ray, okay?

I want you to get something.

There is no "you and me".

[Woman on intercom]

Dr. brown. Dr. brown.

[Julie] Okay, I can access

the local library on-line.

I think we can cross-reference

and pull up all we need to know.

Egan, David.

- [Helen] All these articles

are about David egan?

- Yeah, or at least mention him.

It should pull up anything with his name.

[Computer beeps]

Wait, July 5.

Two years ago.

What's this?

[Julie]

"Susie Willis died of drowning.

"She was trapped in a car after

it skidded out of control...

"In the reefs

near Dawson's beach.

The driver, David egan, was

unharmed." I remember that wreck.

[Julie] "Susie was engaged to David.

They were going to be married."

Wait a second.

I remember he had her name

tattooed on his arm. I saw it.

"Survived by his mother Claire and

sister Melissa egan of maribel county."

They live in the sticks.

What do you think?

What have we got

to lose?

[Helen] Turn right.

Where?

Back there.

A melancholy

butterfly just cries

tears that sting

what exactly

is the plan?

Are we gonna ring the doorbell

and say, "we killed your son,

we're in the neighborhood, so--"

look, I thought we'd scope

it out, then play it by ear.

Don't you think we should have

some sort of a plan?

Angela lansbury always

had a plan.

What if they're

waiting for us?

What if they recognize us?

They could have a gun, shoot us dead.

It's been a year, Helen.

They could've done that already.

Jodie foster tried this, and a

serial killer answered the door.

Well, it was

a good try.

[Birds chirping]

Adding breaking and entering

to our crime spree?

Can I help you?

Oh, um, hi.

Our car stalled down the road,

and we were just wondering if

maybe we could use your phone?

Phone's over there.

Oh, thanks.

Um, Jody,

will you call

triple a?

You got it, Angela.

[Gasps]

[Laughs]

My name is missy egan.

Are you girls from maribel?

Oh, southport.

Uh, I went to southport high.

Yeah, I-I knew you looked familiar.

Wh-what year?

- Uh, class of '88.

- Your name, egan, sounds very familiar.

Did you have a brother or something?

I did, but he was younger.

David. Younger.

- What class was he?

- Uh, '92, but he's dead.

He died last July.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

- Thanks.

- D-do you, uh, do you live alone?

Yeah, I do.

Uh, well, my daddy died a long

time ago, and my mama, she's...

In a home in aurora, because she didn't

take too well to what happened to David.

Things just haven't been

the same since he died.

They're on their way.

I could, uh-- I could make you guys

a cup of tea while you're waitin'.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, thanks. That-that's nice of you.

[Helen] You know, I

think I remember David.

He had a friend, right?

What was his name?

Who?

Didn't he hang out with this guy?

And they were really close.

- God, what was his name? Um.

- Oh, I-I-I don't know.

I didn't-- I didn't know

too many of David's friends.

Oh.

But there was

one guy, one guy.

He-he stopped by not too long

after David's death,

and-and he came

to pay his respects.

- Really?

- Oh, yeah.

He was a really nice guy.

He was cute and smart and--

well, we were-- we were

sweet on each other...

For about two minutes,

but it didn't work out.

You know, he did-- he never really said it,

but I think it hurt him to be around me.

Where is

this old friend now?

Oh, I-- I don't know.

Do you remember his name?

Billy.

Did he have a last name?

Blue. Billy blue.

Well, you know what?

We should probably wait back at the car.

No, don't be ridiculous.

Why don't-- uh, stay.

No, I-I don't, I don't want

to miss triple a.

We appreciate the phone.

Anytime, you know.

I-I don't get too many knocks

on my door nowadays.

You okay?

I wigged out.

I'm sorry.

But being in his house

and seeing his sister--

God. Do you see

what we've done?

It was an accident.

Helen, we killed a man, and then

ruined the lives of everyone he knew.

I don't think we're that powerful, Julie.

You're giving us too much credit.

Hey!

You forgot your cigarettes.

Thank you.

Well, I see you've got this

car started, didn't you?

Yeah, damnedest thing.

It started right up.

Funny how that happens.

So, what now?

Now we try and locate

this Billy blue.

Maybe he wanted

to die.

What?

David egan.

His girlfriend was killed on that

same road July 4, one year earlier.

Maybe he blamed himself.

Maybe he was sitting in the road

waiting for us to hit him.

Yeah, if that will help you

sleep at night.

What happened between us?

We used to be

best friends.

We used to be

a lot of things.

I miss you.

Yeah, well.

[Tv commentator #1]

Low in the dirt, ball two.

[Commentator #2] Garrett doesn't seem

to have his typical control today, Greg.

In fact, this is as wild as we've

ever seen him in the season.

[Greg] That's right, Dave. In

fact, over the last three games,

he's only allowed three bases on balls,

not one of those runners ever scoring.

Pretty remarkable indeed as

neale steps back into the box--

hey, dad.

One to nothing here in the third.

Garrett taking his time.

Here's the pitch.

Strike one.

[Dave] Wicked cut. Neale

seemed fooled by that pitch.

In fact, in addition

to the split-fingered fastball--

[continues, indistinct]

[Greg] Ready now with the

sign and the pitch. Fouled off.

Strike two.

Last year, neale would've

been sending that pitch...

Over to the next county.

[Dave] It's true.

[Commentary continues, indistinct]

[Greg] And the pitch.

Very high and very inside.

[Dave]

I don't know what it is.

[Greg] I couldn't agree more, as the

count is full now at three and two.

Garrett settling himself,

looking at the sign.

Here's the windup.

There's a smash up the middle!

[Continues, indistinct]

They got him!

[Dave] Nice play at second.

Wow, what a play.

[Commentary continues, indistinct]

[Sighs]

[Faint breathing]

[Gasps] Hey, is the washed-up,

dried-out has-been having a moment?

What do you want?

We're doing inventory

at the store tomorrow.

I need you there by 10:00.

I can't.

I'm in the parade tomorrow.

Well, dad put me in charge of the

store, and I want you there by 10:00.

The outgoing queen has to ride in

the parade prior to the pageant.

It's tradition.

There's nothing I can do about it.

You and your hair.

It is so pathetic.

You can leave now.

So very pathetic.

[Sighs]

[Whimpering]

[Gasping]

[Breathing heavily, whimpering]

[Crying]

[Screams]

No!

No! No! No!

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

What?

Oh, my God.

[Scratching, shuffling]

[Shuffling, scratching resume]

[Screaming]

Max!

[Crying, hyperventilating]

[Horn honking]

[Breathing heavily]

You sure he was dead?

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