Super Dark Times Page #3

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You should really sell this.

I have no idea.

Does pot go bad?

I don't think so.

Then he'll probably be looking

for it when he gets back.

I mean, it might. I don't know.

Dude, like a pinch. Let me get one pinch.

- Why?

- I've never done it before.

- Have you?

- No.

- You?

- Yeah.

In Colorado this one time.

[Daryl] Was it awesome?

I don't know. Just the

lights get really bright,

- and then your head...

- He won't know.

Not enough for him to know.

How long has he been gone anyway?

A year. I mean...

He has eight years of

active duty, but Christmas...

He can't even smoke weed

while he's a f***ing Marine.

This isn't Vietnam or whatever.

They'll kick his ass out.

Please.

Please, please?

I'll think about it.

You'll think about it?

- That's what I said.

- Guys...

We should get a watermelon or something,

'cause these f***ing

nunchucks are pretty badass.

[Daryl] Let me f***ing see.

- [Zach] Come get 'em.

- No, I don't feel like getting up.

- [Zach] You're a bum

- [Daryl] F*** you.

Hey, guys.

He's got something cooler than those.

How sharp is it?

Well...

It's not bamboo grade, so...

It's not a real, real sword, but,

it's better than just a display thing.

We used to f***ing crush

milk cartons with this.

So, can we, like, do that?

This is so rad!

Yes!

[distorted] Oh, here

she comes. Motherf***er!

[all cheering]

[Charlie] That's so sick.

[Zach] Dude, do you wanna go?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, let Charlie go.

- [Charlie] Come on, let me go.

- Sure.

Here, use this.

Mm. Pretty sick.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, f***.

[Josh] Here. Put it up on

this sh*t, like a tee-ball.

[Charlie] I'm not good at baseball.

[Josh] Keep your eyes on it.

[Charlie speaks indistinctly]

[Josh] Take a deep breath.

[coughs] Jesus!

The trick is you should make the

blade seem as light as possible

in your hands.

[Charlie] You all right over there?

What? Yeah.

- What's happening?

- It's nothing. Just don't worry about it.

- What's he doing?

- [Daryl coughs]

Daryl.

- Daryl, is that weed?

- Josh.

Daryl, did you take that bag

of weed from my brother's room?

I swear to God!

- Dude, it's a f***ing cigarette, man.

- Let me see it.

- Daryl!

- Let me see that sh*t.

- Daryl!

- Come and get it, motherf***er.

Give it to me, I'm serious.

- You want it, come and get it.

- I'm not kidding, Daryl.

Don't f***ing blow smoke in my face.

- Daryl, come on...

- What?

If you took the bag,

you should give it back.

You guys are f***ing lame.

Lame!

- [Zach] It's all right. Calm down, Daryl.

- [Daryl coughing]

- [Josh] Daryl!

- [Zach] Josh.

Daryl, come on.

Daryl, come on.

What the f***, dude. Don't...

Don't do that.

F*** you guys.

[Josh] What the f***?

- A**hole!

- Dude, he's...

Just give him a minute.

How'd you like it if I came to

your house and took all your sh*t?

Can you relax?

Oh, you don't have anything.

You live in a f***ing duplex.

- Josh, can you stop?

- Motherf***er.

Just relax.

What?

Zach, thanks for inviting me out today.

Too bad your boyfriend's on the rag.

When you get home, make sure

to slap him around a little bit.

- Both of you just shut up.

- Keep him in f***ing line.

This is stupid, all right?

Daryl, give me the bag.

[shouting] F***!

[Charlie] Guess we should call it a day.

Here's your stuff, man.

Hey...

Dude, relax.

Relax.

- [Zach] Daryl.

- [Charlie] Daryl.

Daryl!

Stop! Stop!

Guys, what the f*** are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- Please, this is... Stop!

Guys, this is just... You're

being idiots right now.

- Okay? Can you just...

- [Charlie] Guys, please stop.

Stop!

[Zach] Guys, this is not a good idea.

[whimpering]

Josh...

- Josh!

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- Josh, what did you...

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

What did you do? What are you doing?

[Daryl gasping]

[all clamoring]

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

I don't know. Take it out.

All right. I'm gonna take it out.

What did you do! What did you f***ing do!

What did you do!

Josh, what the f*** did you do!

[gasping]

Okay, I'm gonna pull it out.

No, no, no. Don't take it out!

You're supposed to leave it in.

[Daryl gasping]

Daryl.

What the f***!

[gasping for air]

Daryl!

Oh, sh*t!

F***, f***, f***!

Daryl!

Daryl!

Daryl!

Daryl!

Is he...

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

Zach, can you please...

It was an accident. Please believe me.

I know, I know.

I need you to calm down, okay?

I need you to calm down.

Zach...

[sobbing] Oh, no.

Daryl.

Daryl, are you awake?

Daryl.

Is he dead?

I can't...

I can't touch you.

He's dead. We're f***ed.

You stupid f***.

[sobbing]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Zach, what do we do?

[Zach] I don't know... I don't know...

[Josh] Zach!

[screaming] F***!

F***.

We have to go.

We have to go, right now.

What are you doing?

- We gotta leave.

- What are you doing?

I'm covering him up.

It's something, right? We just gotta,

we gotta cover him up.

- Should we get help?

- No, Josh.

No one's gonna help us, all right?

We need to bury the body, okay?

I'm sorry, Zach.

[Charlie] Guys...

I think we should hide this too.

[sword clanging]

And his bike?

I'll take care of that.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Just have to hide it.

It's getting dark.

I don't think we should both get back late.

You need to clean yourself

up before you go home.

Thank you.

[punches wall]

[grunts]

Oh, sh*t.

[country music playing on radio]

Oh.

Hi.

Sorry, uh...

I just stopped by. Your mom

said you'd be home soon, so...

She went downstairs to get some Cokes.

God, it looks...

I was on my bike.

Are you okay?

Hi.

Hey.

Looks rough.

We have caffeine-free

Coke, if that's okay.

There he is.

You're bleeding.

I fell off my bike.

It's okay.

Oh, it looks nasty.

You should clean it.

I will.

Okay.

I'm gonna...

I'll be in my room for a second.

- Okay.

- Excuse me.

You can go down.

- Yeah? Okay.

- Yeah.

It's, uh...

- on the left.

- Okay.

- At the end.

- Thank you.

Sure.

I was just walking and I passed by.

I guess I should have called first,

but I didn't realize I'd

be so close to your house

until I saw it, and then I said,

"Oh, that's Zach's house.

Maybe I should stop by and scream

'penis' at the top of my lungs."

She's right. You should...

You should clean it.

Yeah, I'm going to.

You know, for now I'm just gonna do this.

Do you want me to go?

You okay?

Yeah, I just really hurt my hand.

[sobs softly]

Allison...

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

I like your room.

It's cool.

[Zach] Yeah?

[Allison] Yeah.

[Zach] Uh... See you.

[Allison] Bye.

Short visit then?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she has to go home.

She's very cute.

[Zach] Yeah, I think so too.

I'm gonna go to bed.

It's early.

Yeah. I'm tired.

I'll probably read.

- Did you eat anything?

- I'm fine, Mom.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hey, I'm cleaning those cuts.

Let's take a look.

Ow, Mom.

- That hurts?

- Yes.

Can you... I'm sorry.

- That, too?

- Yes. Please...

Well, sh*t.

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