Sins of Our Youth Page #4

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- I can't do this!

- What the hell man?

- I don't want to go to jail,

I don't want to die like this!

I agree.

Agree with him.

It makes sense.

F***.

I can't believe I just did that.

I can't believe this

is actually happening.

I'm in.

F***.

- Would somebody turn that

f***ing thing off already!

- David.

It's our only option.

- You're really gonna

kill your own brother?

- I'd kill myself before

I'd let that happen, okay?

But, you gotta realize

no matter what happens,

our lives are over.

- I'm spent.

- What does that mean?

- It means fine.

Maybe you guys are right.

Maybe I'm just in over my head.

- This will probably be good.

Carlo, grab that, yeah.

Bring it around here.

- Sorry.

That should be ready to go.

- We killed Bradley.

And now, I mean, as

you're watching this tape,

by now we've killed ourselves.

- Yeah, you make a

mistake like this

and it changes the

rest of your life.

- Dude.

What life?

Sh*t's over.

- I had never even

met him before.

- I knew him.

We were neighbors.

I mostly remember him just

running around his pool

trying to get away

from his little sister.

- No.

He put us in this situation

by just showing up.

- Not on purpose though.

- It makes me so f***ing mad.

Honestly, I'd kill him

again if I had the chance.

- Dude.

- I'm just saying.

- We didn't even know

he was coming over.

Who's gonna believe that, right?

- Yeah.

- I want his parents

to know what happened.

I want them to know

that we didn't mean it.

- Of course we didn't mean it.

But people are gonna

believe what they want

which is why we're

forced to do this.

- David though.

That little sh*t is

so f***ing lucky.

He goes to his room

to make music right?

To mix music?

He didn't even hear

the gunshots go off

because the music in his

phones is so f***ing loud.

And we didn't even tell

until the next day.

- Tyler didn't have

anything to do with it.

He said we were acting

like a bunch of tools

and went off to

get some more beer.

- And Carlo was with

us at the arcade

but he left to go home

before we ever shot the guns.

He had homework or something.

- And even though Scott was

with us earlier that night,

he wasn't there when

it actually happened.

He got too drunk

and had to bounce.

It was just the three of us.

- But David wasn't there.

- Tyler wasn't even there.

- Carlo was never there.

- Scott wasn't there.

Drives are good?

- Yeah.

Now what?

- We stash 'em.

- Where?

- Baby Jesus.

In his basket.

- What?

- No way.

That's blasphemous.

Put him under the camel.

- Dude, what we did.

That sh*t's blasphemous.

- You're such an a**hole.

- I'm just saying.

- Guys, shut up.

It's going under the basket.

It's a good idea.

- You're right though.

About what we did.

It is blasphemous.

Unforgivable, even.

Even if our plan does work,

there's no escaping that.

Ever.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Let's go.

- Can I get a ride home?

- I think it was a mistake

to cover him up like that.

- What?

- Bradley.

It just seems wrong to

suffocate him under that tarp.

- Suffocate him.

I'm going to bed.

- I couldn't sleep.

- I feel like

my head's gonna explode.

- Hungover?

- Is that your gun?

- Yeah.

You might as well

take it though.

Two's better than one, right?

- I'm not taking it.

- I'm not shooting anyone.

Not my brother.

Not my best friends.

Besides...

I'm pretty sure the odds

of us living are better

if we don't gun each other down.

- Right.

We killed him.

We actually f***ing killed him.

- Let's just call Scott

and Carlo and tell them

that we're calling this off

and turning ourselves in.

- What were we

thinking last night?

Okay, I'll call them right now.

- Is everything all right?

- I don't know.

You wanna go get some breakfast?

- Yeah.

- Yes!

Wanna run inside first

and change or something?

I'll wait in the car.

- And listen to that

stupid b*tch lecture me

about not coming

home last night?

F*** no.

- Is that Gail?

- It's Pam now.

Let's go eat.

- Okay.

- Just get what

you want man, I got it.

- You serious?

- Totally.

- What can I get for you boys?

- Um.

I'll have the pancake egg thing.

The coke.

- Okay.

- And does that come

with hash browns?

- No, that's extra.

- Is that cool?

- Yeah man, get what you want.

- Okay, yeah.

Hash browns.

- Okay.

- And I'll take the

egg white omelette

with spinach and mushrooms.

Thanks.

- All right.

- It's Tyler again.

- Did he leave a voicemail?

- No, a text.

He said we all need to meet up.

I just don't understand

why he's not texting you.

- Well, I have no battery, so.

- I don't know Carlo, dude.

That's pretty f***ing sketchy.

Like why would he

need to see us?

- Maybe he changed the plan.

- Maybe.

Carlo.

Man, I just might

be paranoid but...

Last night we all

agreed that this is

the only way out, right?

- Yeah.

- Okay, well.

Tyler wouldn't just

change his mind.

Okay, he's too

f***ing controlling.

- Okay, so...

What?

- It's a trick.

We go and see him, thinking

he's changed his mind,

but he hasn't.

He just wants to get us

when we least expect it.

- Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Yeah, I think you're right.

- I know I'm right.

Holy sh*t bro,

he's gonna kill us.

- He's not answering.

- And Carlo's is off?

- Yeah.

- Well, we have no choice then.

We have to find them and tell

them that this thing is off.

I don't want it.

- Fine, but I'm keeping

mine on me until

this is all cleared up.

- Fine.

And what about the confessions?

We should get rid

of them, right?

- Don't worry about

that right now,

we need to find Scott

and Carlo first.

- All right.

- I'm sure they're just

at Scott's or something.

- Okay.

Should old acquaintance

Be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should old acquaintance

Be forgot

And days of Auld Lang Syne

For Auld

Lang Syne

My dear

For Auld

Lang Syne

We'll take a cup of

Kindness yet

For days of Auld Lang Syne

We'll take a cup of

Kindness yet

For days of Auld Lang Syne

- Oh.

You know what word I hate?

Stinky.

Like...

That's stinky.

Or, you're stinky...

- Stinky.

- You know what I mean.

- Stinky.

- What's funny?

- Nothing, Mom.

- Is that my bottle?

- You want some?

- Okay.

21?

- You down?

Let's play.

- You know what

they call a card dispenser

in a casino?

- What?

- A Shoe.

Isn't that funny?

I like to feel them

though, the cards.

More personal.

- Sh*t.

- I think he bust.

- F***.

- I'll stay.

- Flip 'em honey.

- Push.

- Push.

Sometimes it's good not

to be personal, though.

You get me?

With the folks, they deal too.

Sometimes I feel

like the Grim Reaper.

Ruining all those

lives, those men.

Betting money they don't

have or hope to have

or never had.

And I just sit there

smiling at them.

Made me stop going to church.

- I didn't know that.

- Why?

- It's too many sins.

I mean...

Gambling is a sin, fine.

But...

What I do...

Sh*t, it's like...

Driving a cab

straight off a cliff

cause the guy in the back

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