River's Edge Page #4

John?

Where are you?

John?

Sh*t.

Who's that?

- Who's there?|- The mad rapist.

Layne?

John? Look, this isn't funny.

I'm getting scared here,|I'm about to scream.

Have a heart attack.

- What the hell are you doing here?|- Just came by to say hi.

- Some way of saying it.|- Hope I didn't wake you up.

Get dressed, come out here.|Bring all your money.

- What?|- Just do it.

- Clarissa? Is that you?|- Yes.

Let's have it.

- Quarters?|- What do you expect?

Waking me up in the middle of the night|and not telling me what's going on.

What's going on?

2 dollars and money for gas.

One of us should get a job or something.

Are you coming, or what?|We've got to get Tony.

You're letting yourself|get jerked around again, girl.

It's Tony's dad.

Tony.

Tony.

Sh*t!

You should have stayed in bed.

What a crazy f***ing guy.

Tony's always broke anyhow.

Clarissa! Hey!

Bitchin'.

Go up here.

That's Feck's.

Park over there.

John.

Oh, there you are.

- I was getting worried.|- Look what I found.

We could get it stoned.

- You got that special dope you promised?|- Yeah. Yeah, sit down.

You know, Layne said you weren't|supposed to leave till he come back.

Layne can be a little annoying sometimes.

He means well. Hey, look.

Hey!

Don't do that, man.

What's the matter? Is she allergic to cats?

Cats have claws.

Come on. Go get that cat|and get it out of here, man.

No.

Let it explore.

You're really attached to this thing,|aren't you? I saw you two dancing.

Hey, Feck.

Are you... You know,|are you a psycho or something?

No, I'm normal.

She's a doll. I know that. Right, Ellie?

But you, you killed a girl, right?|Are you a psycho?

Yeah, probably.

What other excuse do I have?

You were a biker.

Yeah, years ago.

Man.

I ate so much p*ssy in those days,|my beard looked like a glazed doughnut.

- Is that when you lost your leg?|- Motorcycle accident.

Whole gang ditched me...

kept on riding.

My leg was right out|in the middle of the street.

I remember lying in the gutter,|all bleeding and shaking,

staring at my leg, right next to a beer can.

And I remember thinking, "That's my leg.|I wonder if there's any beer in that can. "

I also remember thinking,|"Maybe they can sew that leg back on. "

And then there comes the ambulance|and runs right over all of it.

- Wasted that leg.|- What'd I need it for? I got another one.

I figure once you start fighting,|you're always defending yourself.

Me, I get in a fight,|I go f***ing crazy, you know?

Everything goes black.|And then I f***ing explode, you know?

Like it's the end of the world. Who cares|if this guy wastes me? I'll waste him first.

The whole world's gonna blow up|anyway. I might as well keep my pride.

I got this philosophy.

You do sh*t, and it's done...

and then you die.

You got any more beer?

Sh*t. What time is it? Is it two yet?

- It's creeping up.|- F***, man. Time for a beer run.

Does that car of yours work?

You're not supposed to go anywhere.|Layne said...

Layne, Layne, Layne.

You go. I'll stay here.

I'll be a good boy. Come on, Feck.

There are people out there who would|like to see me dead, and I've told you that.

So who buys your groceries for you?|Ellie?

That. Did you hear that? Huh?

Get paranoid, why don't you?

No. No. Out front.

- You didn't have to call me a stupid b*tch.|- You would have driven past us.

- We had to yell something.|- You yelled it.

I've got a name.|You're lucky I didn't just drive home.

OK, OK, OK, I'm sorry, Clarissa.

But you've got to understand that at a time|like this, where every second counts,

a man can't waste his time|choosing words.

What is this, Mission: Lmpossible?

- I don't even see why you need us here.|- OK, it's not like I need you here,

like, physically need you here.

I mean, I can drive, I can collect money,

but we're a gang,|and I need you here, you know?

Shut up. Would you shut up back there?

I feel real twisted now. Like I should go|to the cops and tell them where John is.

I wouldn't even joke about that, Clarissa.

What would you do? Kill me?|You'd love that, I bet.

You and John could run off|and be outlaws together.

But first, to show off, strap my body to|the top of this car and drive all over town.

Get... out.

What?

You don't understand|a goddamn thing, do you?

Jamie is dead, dammit.

And there's nothing that we can do to|save her. Now, I happened to like Jamie.

But John is still alive.

Don't you see that?

And who's next on his list?

You're just gonna leave me here?

What if John's around?

Ask him to forgive you.

Here. Here's your money.|We don't need this sh*t.

- We can't just leave her alone like this.|- OK.

F***.

You stay here, and you protect her.

I should have known that I was|the only one who could handle a crisis.

You want your money back, too?

Keep my money, Layne.

- What's with you?|- I don't know. I figured I'd walk you home.

I can make it on my own.

Well, come, if you're gonna come.

You want my coat or something?|You look kinda cold.

No, I'm OK.

- You agree with him, don't you?|- Layne? Not really.

You probably do. Everybody goes along|with him, like he has some special power.

I think he's totally wrong.

- Layne brags about me, doesn't he?|- What do you mean?

About getting me. I know he does,|so don't even say he doesn't.

- Doesn't he?|- Not to me.

You look kinda cute|when you lie, you know?

What?

You should see him when no one's|around and he's alone with me,

and he thinks he might get lucky.

Shakes like a leaf.|Always has to be drunk, too.

He's like Layne - Portrait of a Teenage|Alcoholic. They could make a movie.

Do you have to be drunk|before you can kiss a girl?

Wait here.

- Clarissa, is that you?|- Yes.

I'm too hyped up to sleep. Let's go to the|park and look at the stars or something.

We'll pick up a sixer on the way.

Come on, goddammit.

I know you're in there.

Those a**holes!

- Evening.|- Sorry, the bar's closed.

- Why?|- It's five after two, man.

- Hi, John.|- Hey, Matt.

Is this guy giving you any trouble?|You giving my friend trouble?

I cannot sell you guys beer|after two o'clock in the morning.

I'm here to turn back the time.|Matt, take your beer and leave.

- Look, John, it's not that...|- Do it.

Thanks.

Hey, you got any Bud in bottles?

- I told you he's crazy.|- Just keep moving.

F*** you, then.

You want to get caught,|want to f***ing fry,

go ahead, treat your friends this way.

Talk about speeding out.

Yeah.

Find the gun.

F***ing sh*t!

Moko. Come here.

Now we'll see if that gun|of yours still works.

You know, you're a crazy motherf***er,|you know that?

- You want a beer?|- You trying to get me drunk, Matt?

- I wish it was me who narked.|- What?

Who narked on John. And I don't even|care if you tell anybody what I just said.

But don't tell anybody what I just said.

I mean, I respect the person who narked.|You know, even if it was Mike.

Especially if it was Mike.

- It wasn't Mike.|- How do you know? Was it you?

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