The Murder Pact Page #5

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I know how you feel,

but please don't hesitate to...

Abs... I can't...

I can't make the match.

All right, well,

I will let them know.

Well, that was Rick's mom.

It's not good.

He's alive, right?

But they don't even know

if he's ever gonna wake up.

This has gone way too far.

I don't know.

Maybe we do just...

Come clean?

What?

That is not happening.

Rick might die.

Do you even care?

Of course I do,

but turning ourselves

in isn't gonna wake him up.

Guys, we have dug the hole

too deep to turn back now.

I think Rick was right.

I think someone's onto us.

I got a note backstage

with one of Lisa's pictures.

What's it say?

$4 million.

Let me see the note.

- I... I don't have it.

- Where is it?

I threw it away.

Why would you do that?

I don't know, what was

I supposed to do with it?

Not leave it

where anyone can find it.

Will, I...

Who would have access

to put it there?

Anybody at class.

Um, Poppy was the last person

I talked to.

She did say something

about knowing my secret.

How the hell

would Poppy know anything?

Well, she's the biggest

gossip in school.

I mean, she could have

eavesdropped on any one of us.

She'll be at the masquerade.

We can pull her aside

and confront her there.

How can you want

to have your stupid party

with everything that's happened?

At the scene

of the crime, no less?

No, we... we can't cancel.

Why not?

'Cause if we do,

Dakoulas'll think something's up

and ask even more questions.

I don't know, you're the one

who wants to come clean.

I know that, but...

You're right.

We're in this way too deep,

so I'm just gonna go on and act

like everything's normal.

I mean, Rick is gonna be fine.

We're all gonna be fine.

William,

you're only 20 minutes late.

Careful, you might actually be

here on time one of these days.

You can always find

someone else.

Not if I ever

want to work again.

- Hi, Will.

- Hi.

Good to see you again,

sweetheart.

The chair's all yours.

And I will be back

in a second.

Is everything okay?

No, everything is not okay.

Will, I really need you to

hurry up and get into wardrobe.

Hey, I can't do the shoot

today.

We have to reschedule.

We can't reschedule. The

client's on a strict deadline.

Just call them

and figure it out.

What's wrong? Is there some

sort of emergency or something?

I forgot my contacts.

Will, I don't need you

to be able to see.

I need you to stand over there

and look pretty.

Oh.

We can... we can totally

Photoshop that out, no problem.

Jesus, Dad.

What are you doing here?

Your mother insisted

that I take three days

out of our vacation

and that I fly home immediately

and speak to you in person.

Uh, is everything okay?

Well, apparently not,

unless you want to explain to me

why some detective is,

uh, sending me letters

asking me about your involvement

with some missing girl.

I don't know

what he told you...

You know what?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

You've had everything.

You've had the freedom to go

and come

and do whatever

the hell you want.

You never so much as lifted

a finger.

All I ever asked of you

is that you stay out of trouble.

I know, Dad.

What, I didn't keep

my mouth shut

while you're going through

your modeling phase?

I didn't, uh...

I wasn't tolerant enough

for this girl with whom

you seem to be so enamored?

Well, you think, what?

You're gonna drag the family

name through the mud?

I have everything

under control.

You better, for your sake.

You know, we all do a lot

of questionable things, son,

only most of us are not stupid

enough to get caught.

You have my word.

You have nothing to worry about.

If I get one more phone call,

that's it.

You can forget about

taking over the company.

You're on your own.

I mean it.

I won't be there

to bail you out.

Do we understand each other?

- Yeah.

- All right.

I've got the plane

waiting for me.

You just got here.

I promised your mother.

Why didn't she come too?

You want the honest truth?

She doesn't want to see you.

She doesn't want to see you

until all of this is blown over.

You got to fix this, Son.

Babe, what's wrong?

Nothing.

You used to talk to me

about everything.

When you need to know

something,

I'll tell you, Camille.

Go back to sleep.

Tomorrow's a very important day

for us.

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Let me know when you see

Poppy.

Would you please excuse me

for one second?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Quite an extravagant gathering

you got going on here

tonight, huh?

Detective.

No offense, but I don't remember

putting you on the guest list.

Lisa didn't happen to be

on the guest list, was she?

Hardly.

- Then why is she here?

- What?

I'm going by her check-in.

Why don't you

gather up your friends,

and we'll find a quiet

place to chat?

Maybe later.

I wasn't asking.

Looks like we lost one.

There was an accident.

So I heard.

It's almost in bad taste to be

throwing an event like this

when your good friend is

clinging to life

in a hospital bed.

Rick loved a good party.

He wouldn't want

us to cancel it.

Fair enough.

And I'll let you guys

get back to it

as soon as you tell me

why my missing girl

just tagged the three

of you here with her?

We've all told you

that we don't know her.

If she says she's with us,

it's just her pathetic attempt

to climb the social ladder.

Sure, makes sense.

The only problem

is I'm not buying it.

Something's not fitting.

I don't know what else

to tell you.

Shut your mouth.

I have a girl from the other

side of the tracks dead.

Her roommate goes missing

a few days later.

She's last seen

on a ferry boat heading here.

Add to that the fact

that your stories

about the night in question

don't even match up,

and you can understand

my hesitation

in believing any of you.

Is everything all right,

Miss Montgomery?

Yes?

Doesn't look like it.

Looks like you have something

you want to tell me.

No.

You look like you're

under a lot of pressure.

You know, it's gonna feel a hell

of a lot better if you just

get it off your chest.

I'm just really upset

about Rick.

Rick?

That's right.

Isn't it strange how he

just OD'd all of a sudden?

Not really.

He's had a drug problem

for years,

which we have tried

to get him help with before.

Years, huh?

But he's passed

every single random drug test

he's had since he joined

the crew team freshman year.

You know, maybe

you should go find Lisa.

If she's here, I'm sure she

can answer all your questions.

That is a good idea.

I'm gonna be on the island,

so why don't you guys do me

a favor and stick around, huh?

We're not going anywhere,

detective.

Fantastic.

Hey, you did good, baby.

Don't touch me.

What?

You know,

I knew your reputation

before we started dating,

but I was dumb enough to think

that you'd be different.

- Cam, is...

- Now it's led us to this.

No, go ahead.

I want to hear what kind

of excuse you have for this.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

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