The Murder Pact Page #3

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class warfare.

Your hard-knock life

doesn't make

you better than the rest of us.

You don't understand.

Heidi wasn't just my roommate.

She was my only friend here.

You know, never once

did any of you even

acknowledge my existence

until it threatened

your perfect lives.

Yeah, you're right.

Why would we?

But, you know, here we are,

so...

Look, do you have the photos?

Good.

You wouldn't have come here

without a number in mind.

4 million.

Even I don't have that just

laying around the house, Lisa.

I know.

Um, I have an account set up.

Just transfer the funds, and

you'll never hear from me again.

You put a lot of thought

into this for someone

who can't be bought.

What do you guys think?

Expensive price tag

for such a low-end product.

Annabel?

What the hell?

It's pocket change, right?

Looks like you're

the tiebreaker, Cam.

What do we do?

Give it to her.

Why not?

Two to one.

There's no other copies

I got to worry about popping up

down the road

or anything like that?

- No, just these.

- No? That's good.

Good, well, looks like

it's your lucky day, Lisa.

Really?

There's one problem.

I... I can't...

I cannot bring myself to trust

that you'll just disappear,

which is why I can't let

you leave here tonight.

Did you drug her?

Yeah.

I don't know about this.

Well, it's a little late

to go back now.

Well, we could just pay her,

let her go.

No.

We are all in this together.

What?

So this is how it's gonna be?

You were the most

reluctant, Cam.

You guys dragged me into this,

and you expect me to do it?

Fine.

Camille, w-wait.

What, do you volunteer?

She lives in Goff Hall.

Go pack a bag

and bring back her laptop.

- What for?

- Because we're gonna need it.

Rick, go with her.

What happened?

Her eyes twitched.

She's dead, Will.

Get it together.

Go, go, go.

She's not summering

in South Hampton, Bel.

Just grab some stuff

so we can get out of here.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

Making it look

like she ducked out in a hurry.

You're doing it wrong.

You've got to make it so

the last one's out further

so it looks like she worked her

way down

but she could still get

into them.

That's actually kind

of brilliant.

I saw it on "Forensic Files."

We should get back.

Anything else?

Oh, her computer.

Hey.

She's so...

still.

That's kind of the point.

Is that all of them?

Yes.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Hey, do you have her computer?

Yeah.

She only had a tablet.

What are you doing?

I'm sending her out of town.

Okay, all set.

She was never here, and no one

saw or spoke to her tonight.

Agreed?

Mm, what are you doing?

Shh, nothing.

Go back to sleep.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on.

Let's go.

Okay.

Cheers, Pops.

It's good to see you.

I can't believe

you actually live here.

This is insane.

Well, you can come here

whenever you want.

You mean when your girlfriend

isn't around?

What girlfriend?

Come on, everyone

knows you're dating Camille.

Correction,

I'm engaged to Camille.

Is that a problem?

Not if it isn't for you.

Let's go! Let's go!

Do you think this is acceptable?

Get going, Rick!

Go faster!

Faster!

Hit the showers!

My office.

I'll be all right.

I need you to be better

than all right,

do you understand me?

Yes.

You... you look terrible.

Well, I didn't get

much sleep last night.

Why's that?

Were you out partying?

Answer me, Rick.

Yes, sir,

I was out partying.

You know the rules.

I need you focused

during the season.

I'm sorry, Coach.

I made a mistake.

Oh, this is what's wrong

with your generation.

You're all raised in this bubble

where you have no

repercussions for your actions

so you slack and take

advantage of everything.

Will you say something?

You're right.

We get away with everything.

- Hey.

- Hey, Bels.

You look like hell.

Yeah, thanks.

How'd you sleep?

What sleep?

Yeah, me too.

I feel bad.

I never feel bad.

Of course you do.

You have a heart.

Shocking, I'm sure.

When I got home last night

all I could think about

was her lying in the ground.

Can we talk about this later?

Don't you feel bad at all?

Look, of course I do,

Roderick,

but it's done now.

What do you think

would happen if we got caught?

- Are you kidding?

- Worst-case scenario?

You know what would happen.

Well, it's not like either

of us did anything.

We were just kind of there.

We were a big part of it.

You know that.

Uh, I guess you're right.

I just can't help but think

someone's gonna

find out eventually,

that it'd be easier

if we just tell someone now.

No, no, look.

Everything's fine, okay?

We're gonna finish school,

and we're gonna

start our new lives,

and we're gonna forget

that this even happened, okay?

Look, as far as I'm concerned,

it's just a bad dream.

I hope you're right.

Walk much, Screech?

Sorry.

Um, actually, I'm...

I'm applying to grad schools

now, and I was wondering

if maybe you could write me

a recommendation letter?

- Sure.

- Excuse me.

Yes, can I help you?

My name

is Detective Alex Dakoulas.

You mind

if I ask a few questions?

Well, sure.

I needed to talk to one

of your students, Will LaSalle.

Oh, Will, yeah.

He's right over th...

He was just there.

I don't know where he went.

Can I do anything for you?

One of you was in my room,

so just tell me who,

'cause this is not funny.

If none of you did it,

then somebody else knows.

That's not possible.

Of course it's possible.

If anyone found out,

it's because you let it slip.

- I didn't tell anybody.

- Stop.

We should have just gone

to the cops

after what happened with Heidi.

Yeah, we should have.

Maybe you didn't bury

it with her, you know?

Maybe you forgot

and accidentally took it home.

Of course

I didn't take it home.

You saw me put it in the duffel

bag with the rest of her stuff.

Look, I'm just trying

to think logically, okay?

Yeah, well,

don't strain yourself.

I wouldn't want

you to break a sweat.

Look, you don't have

to be a jerk about it, okay?

I'm just saying

leave the thinking

to the rest of us, you know?

Stick to what you're good at,

throwing up your dinner.

You know what?

Screw all of you.

Can you believe her?

I can't believe you.

Annabel told us how you

wanted to go to the cops

and rat us out?

She doesn't know

what she's talking about.

Oh, I hope so,

because I would hate to see

something happen to you as well.

Or worse, your reputation.

Are you threatening me?

Because I'd be careful

about throwing those stones.

That is not a threat.

That is a promise.

Let's just say it became public

knowledge of where you really

test on the Kinsey scale

during a pop quiz.

Please, half the team

would score at least a three.

Besides, this is New England,

not the Bible Belt, okay?

No one would care.

Oh, not even your dad?

It's been a while since

I've chatted with the senator.

Maybe I should give him a call

and ask him how the campaign

planning is going.

You wouldn't.

Oh, here we go.

Knock it off, Will.

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