Shimmer Lake Page #3

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to drop the reckless manslaughter charge.

I want you to admit you traded

a little boy's life for a fancy car.

You make it sound so simple.

What about Judge Dawkins?

Nobody cares

that he signed off on Ed's plea deal.

We're not talking about Judge Dawkins.

We're talking about my brother.

We're talking about you.

Okay.

Fine.

Ed bought me off.

Okay? You happy?

Andy, you need to turn yourself in.

[scoffs]

Turn myself in? Are you kidding me?

With Chris dead?

Now that's f***ing felony-murder.

Andy, I can't get you out of this.

You either turn yourself in

or you face the consequences.

- Where'd the Feds go?

- They went to check on a lead.

The old barn. The Metcamp property.

- Someone found Chris's Caddy.

- Really?

I think we should have the Feds

camp out here tonight,

keep an eye on Steph,

in case Ed gets any bright ideas.

- You know, two guys he doesn't recognize.

- That makes sense.

- Hey, who was that? Martha?

- Yeah, sloppy joes tonight.

I love a sloppy joe.

Except, this morning, you told me

you were having fried chicken, Zeke.

Who was that? Your brother?

You really want to know?

I just don't want you to get yourself

into something you can't get out of.

[scoffs] Reed, how long

have we known each other?

- That's not the point. Blood is blood.

- Exactly.

So let's just leave it at that. Okay?

All right, let's do it.

So, what is it?

- You having sloppy joes or fried chicken?

- Who cares?

[man] It's me. No, baby, listen.

Don't hang up. Don't hang up.

I know I said

that I'd never call you again

but I just could use

a little company right now.

Stop, no, no. Stop. Don't hang up.

I'll pay.

I know you're not a whore.

No, I'm not implying anything.

I just... I just...

I'm desperate.

A thousand dollars?

What, are you insane?

Stop, stop! I know.

No, you're fine. You're right.

A thousand dollars is right.

Just get over here.

[laughing]

It's very, very good. It's very good.

Well, thank you, Ezekiel.

That's awful kind of you to say.

Isn't that nice of him to say, Sally?

[giggling]

What is so funny, little miss giggles?

I swear, sometimes, I don't know

what to do with this one.

Are you gonna be my new daddy?

[Martha coughs]

Sally, now listen here.

Your daddy is gonna be home very soon

safe and sound, okay?

Now, eat that chicken so you can grow up

big and strong like your daddy

and not small and weak like me.

Okay.

I tell you, you sure have a way

with the little ones.

Why didn't you ever settle down

and have one of your own?

Sally Ann Sikes, what in God's name

do you think you're doing?

[Sally giggling]

[chuckles] On second thought,

consider yourself lucky.

- Give me that.

- [Sally giggling]

You are so beautiful.

[lighter clicking]

I tell you, this is way better

than anything that degenerate Ed

used to cook up.

Ed is such a two-bit hustler.

He used to cook his sh*t

with, like, MSM, Lexapro.

You name it, he used it.

But this stuff...

I mean, for a thousand bucks,

I went straight to the magic man.

Can I have a kiss?

- I thought you were still mad at me.

- [scoffs]

No, I was never mad at you.

You were young, you needed money.

It's an opportunity. You took it.

I was mostly mad at myself

for being so weak.

- [stomach grumbling]

- Oh...

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just gotta take a sh*t, that's all.

- How romantic.

- Oh, sorry, honey.

It's not you. It's the drugs.

Sometimes, these things

just flush me right out.

[sighs]

- Andy! What the hell are you doing here?

- I want the money.

- [stutters] Why would I have the money?

- Don't you play f***ing dumb with me!

- I don't have it!

- Really?

- You haven't seen Ed recently?

- I'm afraid you've been misinformed.

You should be afraid

that I'm gonna shoot you in the...

Seriously? Under the f***in' bed?

You didn't think I was gonna search

under the goddamn bed?

- [groaning]

- Andy, think about what you're doing.

- Ed will kill you...

- F*** Ed!

He should be afraid I'm gonna kill him!

- [groaning]

- [stomach grumbling]

You know, I just don't get it.

Why are you helping him?

None of your business.

Look, you have your money, right?

Why don't you just go?

You've got everything.

You've got a career.

In fact, I heard you're running

for the goddamn Senate.

What does Ed have on you?

Enough. He's got enough.

Please, just go.

No, no, no.

- See you around, Judge.

- [sighs]

[defecating loudly] Oh!

What the f***? Someone's in there.

- Is it Ed? I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

- No, it's not Ed.

Please don't open that door,

I'm begging you.

- Get your hands off me!

- Andy, I'm on my knees.

Please, let's just talk about it.

Once you open that door,

there's no going back.

[grunts]

[screaming]

What the f***? Oh!

- [both grunting]

- [screaming]

[screaming]

- [screaming]

- [both grunting]

Allison, do you know

where my slippers are?

Allison?

Hey, Allison, do you know

where my slippers are?

I can't find 'em.

I need my slippers, Ally.

[flushes toilet]

Get the hell out here!

Stop! Get on your knees.

Please, I won't say anything, I swear!

- That's what everybody says.

- Jesus, you've done this before?

No. No, I...

I just don't believe you.

- I'm just a kid. Who am I gonna tell?

- Shut up.

Turn around.

- What's happening?

- Shut up! Stop talking!

Our Father, Who art in heaven...

Stop praying!

God!

If you tell one goddamn soul,

I will f***ing kill you.

I was never here.

Get out!

[Walker]

Good night, Steph. Sleep tight.

[Biltmore] Let me ask you something.

Do you think my wife's hot?

Yeah. Hot enough.

What do you mean "hot enough"?

My wife?

Yeah, she's... I mean... I said she's hot.

She's hot enough. She's hot. She's...

What do you mean by "hot enough"?

- She's plenty hot.

- You qualified it with "enough."

- She's plenty hot enough?

- I said she was f***in' hot!

F*** you.

F***in' hotter than Margaret.

Oh, sh*t. They forgot my chalupa.

- What the f*** is that?

- What?

The naked kid!

What naked kid?

I was looking for my chalupa.

F*** the f***ing chalupa!

A bummed-out crackhead just streaked us.

[chuckles]

Okey-doke.

I think it's time for someone

to cut out the hot sauce.

Andy?

Andy, are you awake?

[whistling]

Bah!

- Hey, what happened last night?

- Shh! Just give me a minute.

[groans]

[sniffles, sighs]

- What?

- What happened last night?

What do you mean,

what f***ing happened last night?

- Ed f***ed us is what happened.

- No, he wouldn't do that.

Listen, Chris, I know that something's

wrong with you up in the head,

but please don't say that Ed wouldn't

do that when he just f***ing did that!

- No way.

- Jesus Christ, you're stupid.

- Don't call me stupid, Andy.

- Don't be stupid, then.

[sighs]

- What should we do?

- Check the radio.

[turns on radio]

[static]

[instrumental music playing]

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You dipshit! The news!

[static]

[man] ...have been identified

as Edward Burton, Andrew Sikes,

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