River's Edge Page #5

It was you.

I didn't think I'd be the only one.|Don't tell Layne.

Of course I won't. God, weren't|you scared of people finding out?

Yeah.

But I kept seeing her face, Clarissa.|Didn't you keep seeing her face?

I mean, it affected me. Didn't it affect you?

It did.

I mean, we knew Jamie, right?

And there she is, dead,|right there in front of us.

And even that close, we don't|even feel like we've lost anything.

At least, I didn't. That got me the most.

I couldn't even cry for her, Matt.

I mean, I cried when that guy|in Brian's Song died.

You'd at least figure I'd be able to cry|for someone we hung around with.

It'll hit us. I know it will.

Probably at her funeral.

Sometimes I think|it'd be a lot easier being dead.

Ah, that's bullshit.|You couldn't get stoned any more.

I hear it's the same sensation.

I like you.

OK.

OK, OK, OK, OK.

I'm gonna take care of you, Toulette.|I'm gonna find you.

Someone's gotta take care of you.|I'm gonna take care of you, OK?

Dammit, John, where the f*** are you?

Hey, Ellie don't drink.

- She does something with this mouth.|- Ellie's a nice girl.

I'm sure she is.

Like, real nice.

Let's see what kind of tricks|she knows here, huh?

Oh, yeah, baby. That's nice.|Oh, that is real nice.

Would you please not do that, John?

Oh, baby, not so quick,|you're making me hot.

Please, John. Stop that.

Oh, oh... Oh, baby, baby, baby,|baby, baby, baby...

Please!

Cool.

You hear that?

Hey!

Hey, you, eat me.

Don't give me no sh*t. You eat me.

No, you eat me.

- No, you eat me.|- You eat me, a**hole.

- No, you eat me, a**hole.|- Shut up before I call the cops.

You shut up.

Yeah?

Call 'em.

You better settle down, John.

You try it.

I better not. You come here,|and you sit down.

We don't want to attract attention, man.

Come on, Feck. Fire your gun.

Bet you haven't fired it in years.

It's not something that|I just shoot off, without reason.

Why not?

It's got a sentimental value.

Is this the gun you wasted the chick with?

Huh?

It is.

I bet you look back with pride, huh?

It's something I did.

You wanted to show her who was boss.

I don't know if you can understand.

I loved her.

So why'd you kill her?|Did she tell you to eat sh*t?

No. No.

Come on, Feck, I'm with you.|Man, I killed a girl, too.

I wanted to show the world who's boss.

What's that?

It's nothing. Close your ears.

You better give me the gun, John.

I didn't need no gun.

I did mine with my hands.

I was right there, I was right on top of her,|I was face to face.

I wasn't even mad, really.

She didn't look too surprised.

Just a little stoned.

After a few minutes,

her face puffed out and it turned|dark purple and she just stared at me.

She couldn't move.

She couldn't scream.

I had total control of her.

I had total control of her.

It all felt so real.

It felt so... real.

She was dead, there, in front of me,|and I felt so f***ing alive!

Is that how you felt, Feck?

Not quite, man.

Funny thing is...

I'm dead now.

- They're gonna fry me for sure.|- Ah, don't say that.

Layne's gonna help you out.

Layne?

What the f***...|Layne's gonna send me to Portland,

and hide me out in some|dark room for 20 years.

So I end up like you, Feck.

You think I want that?

No.

You don't.

Layne was never really a friend, anyway.

He doesn't even know me.

I'll be your friend.

I like you.

- I'm glad we decided to go against Layne.|- Mm-hm.

Sometimes I feel like|I don't even know him any more.

He's lost. Let's get some sleep.

You weren't supposed to get old.

Oh, God.

Hit him again.

I'm awake, I'm awake.

Oh, f***.

Hi.

Can you tell us anything|about the murder?

- Are you the killer?|- What?

Don't I even get a f***ing phone call?

- So now we get married, right?|- No. Let's get stoned instead.

Ah, that'd be great.

I could just lie here all day,|cut school and soak up the rays.

Sh*t, school.

I really shouldn't miss Burkewaite's class.

You really have the hots|for that guy, don't you?

No.

I just...

- I don't know, respect him.|- You respect an adult?

I really do need to get stoned.

We'll stop at my house on the way to|school. I think I have some Feck weed left.

I feel like someone|dipped me in used cooking oil.

We could take a shower.

I mean, you could, you know. By yourself.

No.

What am I supposed to do, then?|What am I supposed to do with him?

- Look, if it's gonna be a hassle...|- No, no hassle. OK? No hassle.

Be right back, OK?

You're supposed to raise him right.|The both of them. Control them.

That easy? Just tell 'em what|to do, tell 'em what not to do. Perfect kids.

It's not impossible.|My father raised me right.

- Your father beat the sh*t outta you.|- So what? Huh? It'd make 'em listen.

Big f***ing talk.

Matt.

Matt?

- I'm upset, Matt.|- Kick that idiot outta the house, then.

Suppose I just kick you outta the house?

Tim didn't come home last night.

- Did you hear me?|- You got any spare dope?

Oh, sh*t, I don't believe this.|Your little brother.

He's 12 years old. He hasn't come home,|hasn't called. God knows what he's doing.

What am I supposed to do?|I'm not his mother.

Then I'm not his mother either.|I am nobody's mother.

I give up this mother bullshit, it's not|worth it. You were all mistakes anyway.

Don't give up, Mommy.

I'm gonna leave you all,|just like your father did.

Jesus, Ma, settle down, OK?

Tim's all right.

Look, everything's just a little crazy now,|a little outta control, OK?

Look, I got somebody waiting outside|for me, I'm in a rush. We'll talk later.

I'm gonna take this joint. And don't|worry about Tim, OK? I'll get him home.

Yeah, it really shocked me.|I think killing is wrong.

What about all those people|going to see the body?

That shocked me too.|I think they should have arrested John.

- John?|- Well, he killed Jamie.

- You knew the killer?|- Yeah.

You know, we both kinda knew the killer.

As well as, um, in addition to,|you know, who he killed, too.

I mean, because of that,|it's pretty hard for us to be, um...

- Objective?|- Yeah, that's it, objective.

You know, since we knew the two|alleged people involved and everything.

And whereas we might be upset|this morning or something,

you know, we're not, because of|the fact that we're not objective at all.

I also play guitar, by the way.

- You don't even know what a friend is.|- I'm tired.

- You call Samson a friend?|- Don't I get a phone call?

Enough of a friend to cover up for?

Help him hide the body. Maybe...|maybe even help him kill the poor girl.

I didn't kill nobody.

Did he tell you why he did it?

Weren't you even curious?

Did you even give a flying f***?

These are stupid questions. I know|my rights. I know I get a phone call.

You don't have any rights just yet, Layne.|We haven't arrested you.

Great. See you.

OK.

OK. OK.

Go. Make your phone call.

Go call one of your precious friends.

- I asked you a question.|- I didn't know her, OK?

I just want to say,|it was horrible what those kids did.

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