Super Dark Times Page #6

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[Zach] This is my mom's bike.

- [Allison] Really?

- Mm-hmm.

[Allison] Oh, no way.

That's cute.

[Zach] You really don't think it's weird?

[Allison] What?

That John...

He fell.

People f*** around on

the bridge all the time.

It just makes sense

that someone would fall.

Yeah, but...

What if he didn't fall?

Oh, my God.

You think he jumped?

I don't know.

Maybe. It means you're right.

It's not weird I guess, right?

Why do you care so much?

God. Wow, I sound like such a dick.

Don't I?

Why do you care so much a

kid in our class is dead?

And that kid Daryl's still missing.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep

bringing it up either. It's just...

I don't really feel like I have

anyone to talk to right now.

It's my fault, isn't it?

Um, what?

You and Josh?

I mean, I could tell you two were...

Well, he's got a thing for me.

I like you, Zach.

A lot sometimes.

Well, this is me.

You already knew that.

Do you wanna come inside?

[door opens]

[Zach] Hey, Mom.

[door shuts]

Mom, are you home?

[Karen over answering machine] Hey,

honey. I'm gonna be home a little late,

so eat whatever you feel

like and don't go anywhere.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

Love you.

Bye.

[beeps]

[ominous music]

[breathing shakily]

[twig snaps]

Oh, sh*t.

[line ringing]

- Hey.

- Hey, it's Zach.

So, could I have that number?

What number?

Charlie... uh, Carol

Barth. Her number.

Uh, yeah.

Okay, just one second.

[whispers] A**hole.

- [telephone ringing]

- [whistling tunefully]

[Charlie] F***. F***.

Barth residence.

Charlie, it's Zach.

How did you get my number?

Don't worry about that

now, all right? Just listen.

I think it's Josh.

You think what's Josh?

I think he killed John Whitcomb.

What the hell, Zach?

No, I need to talk to somebody who

knows and you're the only one who does.

So just like f***ing let me

work this out, all right?

- What?

- Okay.

So f***in' Daryl gags at a bit of f***in'

Josh's weed, and he loses his sh*t.

But then the other night, all of a

sudden, Josh just like gives it all away

to some girl as a gift.

But then he says he's gonna

sell some to John Whitcomb.

- So?

- So, like a f***ing week ago,

Josh is talking about how much

he f***ing hates John Whitcomb,

and all of a sudden he's

gonna sell him weed?

And then all of a sudden

John Whitcomb turns up dead

at the exact same f***ing spot

where we were all hanging out?

I mean, it's just a little too

f***ing coincidental, don't you think?

All right, so he's

acting weird. So are you.

So am I, probably.

I know. But I couldn't

stop thinking about it.

So I decided to go out where Daryl is,

and it's f***ing different.

Wait, wait, wait...

You're saying you went back out there?

- What the...

- The sword is gone.

Someone took it. I looked, I checked.

It's not f***ing there.

Someone has taken the sword.

Why would you go back up to the woods?

You know that three people

know about that sword, right?

You, me, and Josh.

And I don't think he

went out there alone.

- No.

- No.

I think Josh did. I think he went there,

he took the sword, he

f***ed with Daryl's body,

and then he went and pushed John

Whitcomb off the f***ing bridge.

And now I have no idea where he is,

'cause he won't answer any

of my f***ing phone calls.

It's so f***ed up.

I know, man.

Why would you add all this extra

nonsense onto the situation?

Isn't it bad enough as it is?

You are not listening, Charlie.

Daryl is dead.

Charlie, Charlie. Listen, all right?

Josh, or f***ing somebody else,

they went up there, and

if they found Daryl alive,

they f***ing finished him off.

And if they didn't and they found him dead,

well, then they were just f***ing

hacking at his dead f***ing body.

What, so it was Josh?

He's your friend, isn't he?

Of course he is.

Then why go out of your way

to put this on him?

Is this not concerning? I mean,

where is the f***ing sword?

- Do you have it?

- No.

Did you take it?

How do we know you didn't take it?

How do we know if it's even gone?

You wanna take me back

out there and show me?

Lure me back out there?

No thank you.

Charlie, you need to listen.

No, I don't. You need

to listen to yourself.

You're f***ing losing it, dude.

Don't call me again.

Ah, sh*t!

I didn't want you to see this, Mama.

[TV plays indistinctly]

[door opening]

[footsteps approaching]

Look who I found.

Yo.

Hey.

I got chicken.

I already ate. You told me to eat whatever.

- Oh, I did?

- Yeah.

Oh. Well, then we'll reheat.

Josh, you want some chicken?

I'm fine. I shouldn't stay long.

- Do you wanna...

- Yeah.

We're gonna be outside for a sec.

- Don't go far.

- I won't.

So what are you doing here?

I don't know, dude. Just hanging out.

I'm sorry I ditched you at Allison's.

Yeah, she was pretty bummed.

What? What are you doing?

Are you like afraid of me now?

No, I'm not afraid of

you. There's just some...

Josh, I went off to the woods again.

- What?

- Yeah, and I saw that someone took the sword.

Did you talk to Charlie?

Obviously I f***ing talked to Charlie.

Okay, why are you yelling at me?

I'm not... I wasn't yelling at you.

- Yes, you were.

- I wasn't yelling.

Look... Okay, Josh, this is...

Look, we need to be talking.

Like really talking.

Not like you showing

up at my house sometimes

and bumping into each other

at a f***ing party, like...

We're friends.

And I need my friend back, you know.

Because we're in this sh*t together.

Whose number is that?

Josh, I'm willing to draw a line.

Really. I'm willing to

f***ing put everything,

like what happened with Daryl,

and what maybe happened

with John Whitcomb...

What are you talking about what

happened with John Whitcomb?

Lower your voice. My

mom is inside, all right?

Look, I... We...

We can forget about all that stuff and...

Look, I know how you feel.

No, you f***ing don't

know how I feel, okay?

All you f***ing do is say a bunch of sh*t

that you think sounds nice,

because you're scared all the time.

Well, you're wrong.

And you're wrong about me too.

He left?

Wish you would have told

me. I could have driven him.

No, he can take care of himself.

They found that Whitcomb boy.

Daryl's still missing. It's just too much.

I keep thinking if I was their mother...

Come here.

- Mom.

- Come here.

F***ing hug me.

Jesus.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you.

Don't hurt me, please!

Hello!

Josh?

Josh?

F***.

Where did he put it?

Where is it?

Oh, you can't trick me.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, sh*t.

[doorbell ringing]

- Hey.

- Hey, Josh.

- Allison.

- Hey.

How's it going?

Fine.

[Meghan] What's with the beach towel?

It's a surprise.

You're full of surprises, aren't you?

You should come in.

I'd love to.

- What?

- Is Allison here?

Who wants to know?

[stammers] I do.

- A mess...

- Yeah. I know. Please don't do that right now.

Right, so she's not here?

- Nah.

- So where is she?

She left with the b*tch

from down the street.

What b*tch?

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