River's Edge

- It's a real nice sign. How much?|- I have to see ID.

- I left it at home. How much?|- Not unless you show me ID.

- Stop being a sh*t. Keep the change, man.|- I'm not keeping it. I have to see ID.

I don't have any. I been coming here|three months, Frank never carded me.

Frank lost his job because|he didn't get proper ID when he sold beer.

Why you being an a**hole? Take the|money and let me get the f*** out of here.

- It's the law and the policy...|- I don't give a f*** about you,

and I don't give a f*** about your laws.

- Take the goddamn money, all right?|- Let go of the beer.

- Don't be an a**hole.|- Let go of the beer.

- Dick.|- Shithead.

Dick.

Don't mention it.

I saw you this morning.

Yeah?

Got any dope?

No.

Get in. I know where to get some.

Where are we going?

Feck's.

Radical.

He did something bad to her, I know it.

We'll find her.|Where is that brother of yours?

Where's my Missy?

- I killed her.|- No!

I drowned her.

- A man's trying to sleep.|- Shh, Kim, please.

- You little punk.|- I said I'm trying to sleep up here!

Please, Kim.|We'll make him buy you a new one.

It wouldn't be the same,|I want my Missy back.

Why are you so mean?

- Where are you going?|- Somebody is trying to sleep.

Stick your head up your ass if you|want quiet. Tim, you get back here.

Tim!

- Lighten up.|- Tim.

Remember my age.

Stupid enough you pull a stunt like that,|but then to brag about it...

Open this door.

Hurry your ass!

Be right there.

- He's here early. Drug run, right?|- None of your business.

Matt!

What about your other doll, pretty Tracy?

- No.|- I'll make the turdface buy you a new one.

I don't want the turdface to buy me|a new one. I want you to beat him up.

Oh, honey... Tim?

- Tim.|- Matt!

- Going to Feck's, huh?|- What do you know about Feck?

Beat it, fart.

Let me go with you guys.|Could show you a dead body.

What? You got a girlfriend now?

I'm not kidding. Look, I'm dying for a joint.

Aww!

You get back in this house|right this instant. Tim. Tim!

What's this? Feck doesn't charge.

I charge. What? You think this car|runs on God's own methane?

- I don't know.|- Where were you last night, anyhow?

John was getting all out of control.

- I'll bet. Who else was there?|- Jamie.

Oh, Jamie. I didn't miss anything.

Now, Clarissa, maybe.

Keep your hands off Clarissa, dude.

Sh*t, what am I worried about?

Feck.

What? Are you dying in there?

Feck.

Feck.

Feck.

- Cheque's in the mail.|- It's me, Feck, Layne. Don't shoot, OK?

I could blow your brains out.

- I know, Feck.|- I shot a girl once.

I know. You keep telling me that.|You want to lower that barrel some?

I am your friend.

Yeah, you say so, huh?

- You're my friend?|- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe so.

- Don't you try anything.|- OK.

Why don't you and Matt come in and, uh...

- see Ellie?|- Oh!

I'd love to, Feck, you know?|But we're kind of, we're late for school...

- Oh, yeah.|- Yeah.

Well? How much you want, then?

Aw, come on. No, I came by to see|how you're doing, good old Feck.

Yeah, good old Feck.

Yeah. How much you want?

Just a couple of joints.

Wait here.

- You're my friend.|- Of course.

She had it coming, man.

Yeah, I know, Feck. You know,|women are evil. You had to kill her.

- Yeah. They're still after me, you know.|- Yeah.

- All right. See you.|- All right, see you.

Thanks for the weed.

Friends.

You're my friend.

Ellie, huh? The gun - did he have the gun?

Right.

You're my friend.

- Gimme a cigarette, man.|- You f***ing gave up cigarettes.

- I gave up yesterday, not today.|- I gave up lending.

Learn some self-control,|you're interrupting. Go on.

I don't know. I just figured|we could dump this place, you know?

Go up there, and if we like it,|we stay, don't come back.

- Where did you get Portland?|- Well, nobody knows us up there.

- People know us here?|- I know you, babe.

That's really annoying.

So, what, man?|We could be lumberjacks or something?

- There's other things to do.|- Like what?

- Like get stoned.|- It almost sounds like a plan.

Except we're all broke,|and I'm the only one with a car.

We could just take all our parents' money,|take off, discover America,

and make like we're Easy Rider plus five.

I gotta go. Burkewaite's gonna|have a spaz attack if I'm late.

She's in love with his middle-aged ass.

He's not middle-aged, a**hole. Hi, John.

Didn't think you'd make it.

Where's Jamie?

- I killed her.|- She'll be in trouble if she keeps ditching.

- You what?|- I killed her.

You're strange, John.

What did you do, man? Sit on her?

They don't believe me.

Crazy f***ing story like that,|why should anyone believe you?

If you brought us all the way|out here for nothing...

Come on.

It's a joke. What BS.

You crazy motherf***er, John.

- Do you see this?|- Yeah, I see it.

You crazy motherf***er.

Why did you kill her?

She was talking sh*t.

You could fry for this, you know.

Yeah.

This is unreal, completely unreal.

Matt.

- What's with you?|- We better go, huh?

John.

It's like some f***ing movie, you know?

Friends since second grade,|f***ing like this.

And then one of us gets himself|in potentially big trouble,

and now we've gotta deal with it. We've|gotta test our loyalty against all odds.

It's kind of exciting.

I feel like Chuck Norris, you know?

So, what was accomplished?

I mean, that's the normal question.

All the hippies are executives now,|and everybody's sold out.

Well, let me tell you something, Tom.|Save it, Kevin.

Fundamental changes were made,

changes so basic|that we now take 'em for granted.

The civil rights movement,|later the Women's Movement.

I mean, like it or not, ladies,|you're now expected to have careers,

then maybe later|the husbands and the babies.

And Vietnam.

We stopped a war, man.

We took to the streets|and made a difference.

We turned public sentiment around,

and we made people see the truth. Not|that we always thought good thoughts.

Cops around you cracking skulls,|you got a picket sign in your hand,

you're not thinking about|stopping the war now,

you're thinking about|knocking a few pigs on their asses.

But as crazy as it all seemed, though,

there was a meaning in the madness,|a clear and a real purpose.

- But don't you think violence is wrong?|- F*** off, Kevin. Wasting pigs is radical.

You missed my point.

- Come on, let's go grab a smoke.|- You go on, I'll be there in a minute.

You're hooked.

- Yes.|- Bullshit.

Would I lie?

- You really...|- Really what?

- No way.|- Look, dude.

I saw it right there in front of me.|I poked at it with a stick.

- No chance.|- Poked at what?

- By the river, huh?|- Tony.

We'll take you there,|and we'll show you. Right, Matt?

- Count me out, OK?|- Count you out of what?

What's by the river,|and what are you guys talking about?

- Layne's saying Samson killed Jamie.|- No way.

And you believe them?

A bunch of us are going|out there to check it out.

I don't know. It's probably some joke.

Yeah, they're just trying to lure|you up there so they can rape you.

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