Mean Creek Page #4

This is what I paid for? Come on!

- Come on!

- Let's go!

I want my money back.

OK. There you go.

There you go! Ten.

Nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two...

Oh, sh*t. Oh, man.

Yo, Rock. Rock, I just had

an amazing flash

of what your brother and Millie would

look like all hot and bothered in bed.

- That's gross.

- Sammy, go. It's your turn.

Wait, wait, maybe... Maybe we

shouldn't call him Sammy anymore.

Maybe we should call him

"lover boy."

OK, then.

Marty.

- Truth or dare?

- Dare.

All right.

I dare you to pull down

your pants and your underwear,

and show us that famous dick of yours

for at least ten seconds.

Ten seconds.

Wow, you are a killer, Sam.

All right, I will do it,

because I am proud of my boys.

But if I do,

I don't want anyone else

wimping out on their dares.

So let's see the penis.

- Bring on the penis!

- All right.

Millie, close your eyes.

Marty doesn't want to go to jail.

No cameras.

We ready?

That's sick.

- Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!

- Oh! OK. OK.

All right.

You f***ing a**hole.

- It was hairy as a chimp!

- Yeah, was it?

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

It looked like a giant frog.

All right, a**holes.

That was pretty funny, douche bag.

- At first I thought it was all deformed,

- Thank you.

- Because it was just so f***ing ugly.

- OK. All right.

Have you gotten out

all your stupid chuckles yet?

Have I gotten out all

my stupid chuckles? No!

All right. Well, whenever you're done,

let me know, because it's my turn next.

"Whenever you're done, let me know,

because it's my turn next."

- What are you doing?

- Yeah, well, what are you doing?

- Stop imitating me.

- "Stop imitating me."

- Enough is enough!

- "Enough is enough!"

Is that what your dad says to you?

You don't know sh*t about my father.

If you ever say anything

about my father again, I will kill you.

Do you understand?

Marty, I...

I was just messing around with you.

OK, messing boy.

I dare you to strip butt naked

and jump in the river.

Marty, leave him alone.

I did my dare.

Now he does his.

Those are the rules, Clyde.

Marty, why don't you

just calm down?

- OK, the game's over.

- The game'll be over in a minute!

Right after fat-ass here takes

his clothes off and gets in the bath.

Chill out, Marty, all right?

Because you know what?

I didn't even pick dare, all right?

I pick truth.

You want a truth?

OK, I'll give you a truth.

The truth is, lard-fart,

is that we didn't invite you out here

because we've been secretly in love

- with you all these years.

- Marty, don't do this.

We invited you out here

because you smacked Sammy boy

- right there in the cranium.

- Marty, stop.

So we came up with a plan

to mess you up.

Is that true, Sam?

Yeah.

But then we changed our minds

because we liked you.

Wait, you...? You tricked me?

Yes, we tricked you.

And, yes, all these suckers here

changed their minds,

but I didn't change mine.

I'm a man who likes to

follow through with his plans.

What have you been planning?

We were planning

on stripping you,

throwing you in the river,

then making you run home naked.

- It's not funny.

- Oh, it's super-duper funny to me.

- I'm sorry, George.

- You're not sorry!

I'm sorry.

Is...? Is it even your birthday?

No.

You're a f***ing lying

son of a b*tch, Sam!

All right? And I hope you

f***ing go to hell!

- Don't make things worse, George.

- Shut the f*** up, Millie.

You f***ing stupid JAP c*nt!

Sit down, George.

You're out of control.

Shut the f*** up, Clyde!

You f*ggot!

F***ing skinny,

butt-munching f*ggot!

I hate you, you know that?

I really do!

Because all you do is

f***ing prance around school,

talking about your f***ing

faggoty, fairy fathers!

I'll tell you what!

I don't want to hear

about your f***ing fathers

and how their a**holes work.

All right? It makes me sick!

And I... I f***ing hope they

f***ing die of fag disease!

Yeah!

And... And speaking

of dead fathers...

...I just remembered

why bonehead, white-trash,

f***ing donkey-dick Marty

got so f***ing freaked

when I started talking

about his daddy.

His Neanderthal

drunk dad put a gun in his mouth

and splattered his brains

all over the wall.

You know, I almost forgot

that my mom told me that.

She said, "His daddy splattered

his brains all over the wall."

I thought it was sad at first.

But, now, I like it.

His daddy splattered

his brains

all over the wall.

- His daddy splattered his brains

- Shut up, George.

- All over the wall.

- George, come on. Shut up.

His daddy splattered his brains

all over the wall!

- Stop it, George!

- All over the wall!

- His daddy splattered his brains

- No one talks to people like that.

- All over the wall!

- Shut the f*** up, George!

- Shut the f*** up!

- All over the wall!

All over the wall!

His daddy splattered his brains

- Shut up!

- All over the wall!

- Marty!

- Stop it!

- Marty! George!

- All over the wall!

Shut the f*** up!

- Help! Help!

- That's what happens

when you f*** with Martini Blank!

- Help, help! Please!

- Martini Blank's friends back him up.

- That's what friends do, f***-o.

- Help!

- Help! Help! Help!

- That's why you're in the water.

- Because you've got none.

- Help! F***er!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Please help.

Sh*t, you guys,

he's not coming up!

Help!

Guys, help, now! Hurry!

Get him up.

George.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Do you know what you're doing?

One, two, three, four...

Help!

Help!

Help!

Can anyone help us?

- Help!

- One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Come on.

Wake up. Come on, wake up!

Wake up.

Sh*t.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up! God, wake up!

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Wake up, wake up!

Wake up! Wake up,

wake up, wake up!

Wake up!

F*** you! F*** you!

F*** you!

We can never be forgiven

for what we did.

You didn't do anything.

I don't wanna be here.

I don't wanna be here.

I wanted to kill him before

I threw him over. Now he's dead.

Maybe this was his time to go.

Maybe it was his fate.

Why would it be his fate?

Because everything happens

for a reason, Rock.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Anybody know what time it is?

What if we say

we were playing Truth or Dare,

and then we dared him

to jump into the river,

and he did, and he drowned.

What the hell are you doing?

Looking for his f***ing

video camera.

If it gets found, then everybody

finds out what we did.

Everyone's gonna find out

what we did,

regardless if the video camera

gets found, Marty.

Not if we don't want them to.

Are you joking?

Look, this was a prank that went

wrong. We come completely clean.

No one's got a ton of sympathy

for guys who throw fat kids in the river.

All right? If we turn ourselves in,

we're all screwed.

What do you think's

gonna happen, Marty?

Superman's gonna fly around

Earth and turn back time?

No. I don't think Superman's

going to turn back time.

Think we gotta bury the body.

Rocky, if we bury the body, it's gonna

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