River's Edge Page #2

You think so?

- No free food, Layne.|- Come on, Mike. I just came by to say hi.

- Hi.|- Hi.

Oh, no.

- You can't use my truck, Layne.|- Come on, Mike. It's important.

What's all this?

We're the newly appointed truant patrol.

Looking to capture and kill ten-year-old|runaway homeboys. Like you.

- Hear you're all gonna go see a dead girl.|- What do you know about a dead girl?

Me and John are close. Huh, John?

Yeah.

- Thinking of coming with you guys.|- No room. Both you guys, outta here.

John wants us to stay.

Don't you, John?

Nice try, Layne. Nice try, but forget it.

I won't let you do this to me again.|I promised myself.

- N-o spells nuh-uh.|- Mike.

No. No one drives that truck but me.

- Well, then, you drive it, then.|- Thank you. Thank you very much.

My supervisor's gonna kill me|if he sees me talking to you.

Now you want me to just walk out,|leave work, lose my job?

- I ain't got all day, you know.|- I know, Mike.

Some of us have to work, Layne.

- Is that it over there?|- That's just a log, man.

What, that?

It's a dummy. This is a joke.

We all came out here|for some stupid joke.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You're in trouble, dude.

No, man.

Nobody has to find out.

OK, listen up.

We've got a lot of people here.

We could bury her so she's never found.

Is anybody gonna help me?

Where are you going, Mike?|Get back here.

- I gotta get back to work, Layne.|- I said get back here, goddammit.

Layne, leave me alone.

- Let me go.|- We're dealing with a friend's future.

- He killed somebody.|- You're gonna bring her back?

He brings us out here|like it's some f***ing show.

We're here to deal with it.|Give me your keys.

No, dammit!

- You son of a b*tch.|- Layne.

- Leave him alone, Layne.|- What the f*** are you doing?

He doesn't have to stay|if he doesn't want to.

So me and John are gonna have|to do this all by ourselves, huh?

What the f*** are you doing?

She's heavy. Come on.

Are you coming?

You people are a f***ing test, I swear.

You nailed it.

- Sure you don't wanna come?|- Yeah, I'm tired.

- Hey, you, stubdick. Come here.|- Suck me.

I'm serious, Tim.

Keep your f***ing mouth shut, you hear?

- About what?|- You know. Tony told me you know.

Oh, the death.

Don't worry, I'm with you.

I'll trust you.

Why are you two such delinquents?

Because of our f***ed-up childhood.

- What are you doing?|- Taking my gun.

You gave it to me two months ago.

I gave it to you two months ago.

You pothead fuckbrain!

- I have to work tonight, honey.|- Miss work.

Don't smoke in the house.|Jim is sensitive to smoke.

Jim, Jim, Jim.

He pays the rent, Matt. He has|a right to his comfort. Where's Tim?

Outside being worthless. Why do you|let him play with that hoodlum?

Why do I let him? What am I gonna do?

Why do I let you|smoke dope in the house?

- Where did you get that, anyway?|- Don't worry, it's not yours.

- Will you come to Missy's funeral?|- I'll come.

- Hole.|- You're losing your touch.

It's the circuits inside.|The owners have 'em reconnected,

cos they know if I ever learn this machine,|I'll take control of the f***ing universe.

So what's gonna happen?

I'll put a quarter in this machine|and murder it.

No, no, with John and all that.

Nothing's gonna happen. I'll tie up|a few loose ends tonight and...

- nothing's gonna happen.|- That's it?

He murders Jamie and we just ignore it?

He had his reasons.

She was shooting her mouth off|about his mom.

- His mother's dead.|- Yeah. See?

He's got a couple loose springs|when it comes to his dead mother.

But he's bragging.|It's like he wants to get caught.

He's not gonna get caught, because|no one's gonna tell. Isn't that right, Tony?

- I wouldn't nark.|- Don't you think...

I think we should just quit talking about it,|cos some potential fink could be listening.

- That's what I think, right, Tony?|- Sure thing, man.

OK. Clarissa.

Wouldn't want John hearing you|shoot your mouth off about it, right?

- Bullshit. Layne's full of bullshit.|- There's the phone there.

He thinks he controls us. Thinks because|he says something, we have to do it.

- We usually do.|- Well, this isn't right.

I don't care if it was John, or who it was.

There's the phone.

What makes John more important than|Jamie? Wasn't Jamie our friend too?

- I've known her since kindergarten.|- Here, here's a quarter.

He's dangerous. It could have been you or|me dead now. He probably raped her, too.

Here.

- Who do I call, anyway?|- The police, I guess.

- I don't know the number.|- Call the operator.

- You do it.|- I don't know what to say.

Here, I'll dial and you talk.

Damn him, anyway.

Everybody that's been exposed|to the infection stays here. You too.

- Me? Well, what do you mean?|- You're quarantined.

Why, that's ridiculous.|I won't stand for it.

It's meningitis.|Just a kid's disease, isn't it?

Hardly. It hits all ages.

Matt.

I can't get the damn thing|to stand up straight.

Don't cuss.

Sh*t, that's Layne.

- Tell him I'm not here, OK?|- OK.

- He's not here.|- Yeah? Where'd he go?

- To buy an egg. Goodbye.|- Hold on there, little lady.

- I said he's not here.|- I believe you. Can I use your phone?

- No.|- Your mommy and daddy home?

Mommy's at work, Jim's at a bar.|I don't have a daddy.

Oh.

Thank you, Samson.|Will you read to me later?

What tonight?

Cat in the Hat. No, Green Eggs and Ham.

Sure thing, Aunto.

Yeah?

Fixing Aunto's dinner.

Yeah.

No.

No, no. I have to read to her later.

Jesus, Layne, don't worry about it.|It ain't that important.

Ain't important?

They're gonna nail you, dude.

I've known you for too f***ing long|to let something like that happen to you.

F*** you, then. I'll do it myself.|And I'll be expecting a sixer for this.

What I do for my f***ing friends.

Good work.

Sh*t.

Hello?

Just a sec. It's Clarissa.

- Do I tell her you're buying an egg?|- No.

- Is it your girlfriend?|- Get out.

Hello? Clarissa?

That's right. Just called to see what's up.

Nothing much.|I was just helping my sister with, uh...

- With what?|- Nothing.

I didn't see you at the arcade today.|Figured you had something going on.

Yeah.

You probably want to get back|to whatever it is you're doing.

- No, I can talk.|- No, no, you're busy.

I was just sitting around,|figured I'd call you.

You know how it is. Nothing important.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Matt.|- Yeah, I'll see you, Clarissa.

I'll be there in a second, OK?|You go in now, all right?

You'd think I'd at least rate a Michelob.

- Don't be an ingrate.|- You're calling me an ingrate?

I never asked you to do it, Layne.

A friend doesn't have to ask a friend|to do something like that.

Urgh, it's warm, even.

You don't even care, do you?

- I ain't drinking it.|- About yourself, you dumb f***.

How do you expect other|people to care about you?

It's people like you that are sending|this country down the tubes.

No sense of pride, no sense of loyalty,|no sense of nothing, man.

Why do you think there are so many|f***ing welfare cases in this country?

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