Shimmer Lake Page #5

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we'll never see a penny of it.

I don't want the money.

Steph, what the hell are you doing?

Chris, he's lying.

Hey, give me my gun back.

Give me back my gun!

All right. Hold on, Chris.

- We're gonna slow this down.

- Chris, don't trust him.

Just give me the tape

and leave me out of this!

No! Give me back my gun back!

- We're gonna slow it down.

- Chris, he's lying.

Don't do anything stupid.

- Did you just call me stupid?

- Don't... Don't come further.

'Cause I ain't stupid, okay?

- All right, hold on.

- You people are always calling me names!

- Don't come any further.

- But you don't know me!

- I was smart once!

- I have a gun in my hand! Stop! I have...

Jesus, Judge.

I didn't... I didn't...

What have I... What have I done?

You killed him.

You provoked him!

Why did you provoke him?

Just making sure.

- You manipulative little sh...

- Focus, Judge.

You just emptied a machine gun.

There's gonna be cops all over this place.

- Ed. Where the f*** is Ed?

- Ed's keeping a low profile.

There's way too much heat on him

to risk being seen.

All right, where's my tape?

We'll give it to you

when we come pick up the bag.

No! I don't want the bag! I want the tape!

We need you to hold on to the money for

a couple days until things cool off a bit.

No, no, no. Just give me the tape.

I'm gonna get out of here. I don't wanna

have anything to do with this.

It's just a day or two,

and then this will all be over.

No! This has gone too far.

Just make sure your wife and kids

aren't around for a few days.

'Cause we want to keep this thing

nice and simple, right?

See you soon, Judge.

"Rudy's scrapyard at ten."

[imitating Chris]

"I got it. Okay. I'll see you there."

F***ing a**hole!

[grunts]

[clock ticking]

Shh.

- What the heck are you doing?

- Huh? Oh, nothing.

Uh, go back to sleep, honey.

- You're obviously doing something.

- It's a... It's a surprise.

That'll be the day.

[sighs]

- Are you all right, dear? You're shaking.

- Oh, I'm fine.

You're not fine. You're shaking.

Hey, listen,

what do you say the four of us

go up to the cabin this weekend?

We can spend the weekend up there.

You can take the kids up there tomorrow,

and then get a head start on the clean-up.

I see.

You want to get rid of us

so you can host

one of your big poker games.

Uh, well, I guess you know me too well.

[cries]

Bradley, what's wrong?

- What's happened?

- I don't know. I don't know.

Forget it.

I love you, that's all. And, uh...

I wish...

I could be a better husband to you.

It's just a poker game, dear.

You don't have to feel so guilty.

Sometimes, boys just need

to be with other boys.

[footsteps approaching]

- [Steph] You all right?

- I'm fine.

- Big day today, huh?

- I suppose it is, yeah.

I thought you'd be more excited.

I don't know.

When I was in prison, I told myself

that I'd be done with this life,

get on the straight and narrow.

Robbing banks

isn't exactly straight and narrow.

Then why are you doing it?

- That's a stupid f***ing question.

- Why are you doing it?

- For you.

- Bullshit. You're doing it for you.

What are my options here, Steph, huh?

Okay, we got no money.

We got no f***ing opportunities.

What are we supposed to do, huh?

You tell me, Steph.

- What are we supposed to do?

- Nothing, I guess. I...

I suppose this is just who you are.

What the hell do you want from me, huh?

For starters, you could accept

responsibility for my son's death.

You are never gonna get over it, are you?

Get over it? It's not a cold, Ed.

- You don't think that I hurt, too?

- For what, eight months?

I see! You wanted me to spend

ten years of my life in prison

because of bad f***ing luck?

The school called us 'cause he was sick!

He had a stomachache

and I'm the one who answered!

- I was at work!

- So was I!

At a drug lab! And you killed my son!

You don't scare me, Ed.

You only kill people by accident.

[door opens, closes]

Don't forget, Sally's got

her ballet recital tonight.

Uh-huh.

I want to get there an hour early

so I can get a good seat.

That's great, sweetie.

Wait, tonight? No, um...

Sorry, I can't tonight.

I got a football reunion.

You're gonna miss

your daughter's dance recital

so you can drink beer

with a bunch of degenerates.

Is your brother going, too?

We asked him.

He's gotta work at the bank.

Oh, well, if he can miss it,

then surely you can.

You weren't even on the team

when they won.

Okay, hey, sweetie. Hey! You know what?

I'm so sorry I'm gonna miss

your thing tonight, but I have an idea.

What about tomorrow you and me,

we go to Funland?

She's got school tomorrow.

You don't want to skip school

and spend the day with your dad?

- Can Lissa come?

- [scoffs] No, Lissa can't come.

- No, it's just you and me. That's the...

- Melissa is her imaginary friend.

Oh! Lissa, yeah, sure. Bring her.

Bring your whole imaginary

gang along. That's fine.

Maybe we can go on Saturday.

- There's no school...

- Damn it! What is the problem here?

We are going to Funland tomorrow

and that's final!

[sighs] Are you happy now?

- As a f***ing clam!

- Oh...

[vehicle approaching]

Hey.

Sorry, man.

Escorting our state champion quarterback

from his meeting

with our state champion parole officer.

- Do you mind hoppin' in back?

- No, not at all.

- Hey, Ed.

- How's it going, Reed?

The back, huh?

Never been back here.

- I have.

- [engine starts]

My guess is... you don't wash it

after the canine unit uses it.

You guys smell that?

[laughs]

No, no, no, it was, uh...

- It was Westmoreland.

- Oh, yeah. Yes, yeah. Westmoreland.

That was the game that Coach Denton called

Reed's goal line play on fourth and one,

except we weren't on the goal line.

Yeah, it was an important play.

And I dropped back,

and I tossed a pretty little daisy

- right in your waiting mitt.

- It was perfect.

You were just so damn excited

to finally get your hands on the football,

you forgot we were at midfield.

And then, uh... [laughing]

And then, that big-ass linebacker, uh...

- Reggie Cutler.

- Reggie Cutler.

- Reggie Cutler.

- F***, that guy was big.

- He just laid you out mid-jiggle.

- He was huge.

[laughing]

And then, 30 seconds later,

you stare up at me and you're like,

"Uh, did we score?"

And then you said...

You said, "Someone scored."

[laughs]

Yeah, yeah. That's what you...

Yeah, well, somebody scored,

but it sure as sh*t wasn't us.

[chuckles]

Still have that game on tape.

My dad shows it on Thanksgiving.

[clears throat]

Those were the days, huh?

Come out here!

You got a phone call!

- [Ed] Hello?

- [Dawkin] It's me.

[Ed]

Judge Dawkins. Lay it on me, brother.

You've got a lot of nerve blackmailing me

twice with the same tape.

Yeah, I don't know.

It just kinda felt like a two-chit tape.

You know, now, especially.

I hear you're running for the Senate.

Burton, if you ever show up

flaunting this tape in my face again,

I swear to God, I'm gonna...

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