River's Edge Page #3

Why do you think it is that Russia's|gearing up to kick our asses, man?

- Drink your beer.|- I won't drink my beer. I'm talking here.

These things are important to me. And,|believe it or not, you're important to me.

Look at that.

- Son of a b*tch. Duck down.|- Hope they don't upset Aunto.

Duck down, goddammit!|You want to get caught?

Somebody f***ing narked.

- Yeah.|- OK. Now, we can't panic.

I'll bet you it was Mike.|I'll bet you anything it was Mike.

We're just gonna drive around a little|while, see if we can't figure this thing out.

We have to get you out of town somehow.|You have any money? We'll need money.

We have to put you up somewhere|until we get money.

We can't panic, though.|We're dead if we panic, OK?

Whatever you say, Layne.

OK.

Sure this is the right place?

- I can't understand it.|- You said she was buried.

No, she was just lying down here,|in the grass.

If this is some joke that you're playing...

Captain Bennett! Over here.

Did the sight of this dead girl|move you in any particular way?

- I don't know.|- Were you shocked, angered, saddened?

- Did the sight please you?|- I don't know how I felt.

- You knew this girl.|- Yeah.

- How did you feel about her?|- I don't know.

OK, I'm getting sick of "I don't know",|do you hear me?

Did you love her? Did you hate her?|Did you f*** her when you got bored?

- She was a friend, I guess.|- You guess? She was or she wasn't?

She was.

So you're standing there,|staring at your dead friend

like it's all some kind of a big joke, right?

Some adventure. What the hell|was going on in your head, Matt? Huh?

Exactly what?|What were you thinking about?

Or were you even thinking at the time?|Answer me, goddammit!

I don't know, OK?|You want me to make something up?

No.

I want you to tell me the truth.

The body, Matt.|How do you figure it got in the river?

- I don't know.|- Well, take a stab, huh?

What do you think? You think|maybe it rolled, or a big gust of wind

peeled off the river and scooped it up?

- Maybe.|- Or maybe somebody pushed it.

- Maybe.|- Maybe you.

- I didn't push it.|- You're the only one we know was there.

- I told you about John.|- John?

Samson. We call him John|because of his last name, Toulette.

You know. Toulette, toilet, john.

That's very clever.

So you... you helped Samson,|John, push the body off.

- After I helped kill her.|- Yeah?

Yeah, and f*** you, too!|I reported the thing, man.

- You act like I'm guilty of a crime.|- You think you're going somewhere?

I've got rights. You can't keep me here.|I didn't do anything.

That was exactly your mistake, buddy.

You saw this and didn't act immediately.|Makes you an accessory after the fact.

I could arrest you right now if I wanted to,|so why don't you sit down?

We'll talk some more.

I find you very interesting.

Feck.

Feck.

Feck.

- Cheque's in the mail.|- No time for bullshit. Open up.

And put that thing away, last thing|we need is cops. Hurry your ass.

- You've met John.|- Hey, I've killed men bigger than you.

He knows, Feck, he knows.|Look, Feck, John's in trouble.

- He needs your help.|- Trouble? What did you do?

Nothing, Feck.

- I killed Jamie.|- Dammit, John!

He didn't exactly kill her,|it was an accident.

I killed a girl once. It was no accident.

Put the gun right to the back of her head,|blew her brains right out the front.

I was in love.

- I strangled mine.|- Did you love her?

- She was OK.|- OK, OK, Feck.

We've got to get John out of state.|Need your car.

You're not using my car.|You've got a car of your own.

- Mine won't make it that far.|- No, I might need mine.

Feck, you haven't been|out of this house in over five years.

What if somebody sees it, then?

They're still after me.

You know that.

They've been after me for 20 years.

I mean, you kill a person,|they don't let you forget.

They stick after you like ghosts.

I mean, they don't believe you|when you say you're sorry.

They want you to pay somehow.

OK, OK, OK. Uh, Feck.

Forget the car.

How about if John just stays here|while I go figure this thing out?

- Sure.|- OK, I'll be back.

John. I don't want you showing|your face outside this house.

Company.

Yeah. I...

I love company.

- What are you staring at?|- You're involved in this murder.

I didn't kill anybody, dammit.

- John did it. John wasted Jamie.|- You don't seem too concerned.

Well, what the hell do you know?

You don't know anything.

Tim hasn't come home tonight. He's only|12 years old, Matt. It's past midnight.

Where do my children go at night?

Put the car into gear, Mom. He's OK.

Hey. I saw your friend on TV tonight.|I thought maybe I might catch you, too.

- F*** off.|- Don't you two start.

Why? His best friend killed a girl.|That's big news.

I mean, he dumped her body and he|bragged about it all round school. Whoo!

- I'll bet you know where he's hiding.|- They haven't caught him?

Don't give me that phoney surprise sh*t.|Your punk friend's been calling all night.

- What? He help you kill the poor girl?|- Maybe he did. Maybe I am a killer.

Why should you care? You're just here|to f*** my mother and eat her food.

- Matt!|- Oh, he moves.

- You're a f***ing a**hole.|- Try something.

Motherf***er! Food-eater!

- I'm gonna shove that up your ass.|- Come on.

Come on, hit me.

- Hit me.|- Come on. Come on.

- Tough guy, huh? Show me how tough.|- You're not worth it.

Sh*t.

Great.

He's still killing her.

Come here. Come here!

- Why do you pull sh*t like that?|- Leave me alone.

Answer me. Answer me.

I didn't do anything.

- F*** you!|- Answer me. Why? Why?

Hey. Get off of him. Come on.

You dirty traitor.

- What do you mean by that?|- You know what I mean.

I saw you on that phone tonight.

You keep your little mouth shut.

You're gonna pay for what you did.

You're gonna die for what you did.

- You little sh*t.|- Hey.

- You're a dead man, Matt.|- Hey!

Hey!

Hey, Timmy. Timmy.

Hey, where you going? Come on.

You let them both get away?

Madeleine, I got troubles of my own.|I don't want to fight your delinquent sons.

- You don't care.|- You're the mother.

I didn't give birth to the monsters.

My f***ing brother. Go get your|nun-chucks and your dad's car.

I know where we can get a gun.

Matt.

Where the hell have you been?|I've been looking for you all night.

- We should have never let Mike in on it.|- It could have been anybody, Layne.

Bullshit. I happen to know my friends,|f***ing know them.

I know who's cool and who's not.

Maybe John finked on himself.

And maybe you finked on him.|Be realistic. This is us we're talking about.

We're a f***ing team.|We're like Starsky and Hutch.

- None of us would f*** it up on purpose.|- Where's John now?

Safely hidden away,|where he can't get in any trouble.

No finer weed have you ever tasted.

My sister, she drives|this down from Humboldt,

along with the regular Feck weed.

She comes to visit about once a year.

She's real fat.

You ought to see her,|she's like a goddamn hippopotamus.

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