River's Edge Page #2

Well, let me tell you something, Tom.|Save it, Kevin.

Fundamental changes were made,

changes so basic|that we now take 'em for granted.

The civil rights movement,|later the Women's Movement.

I mean, like it or not, ladies,|you're now expected to have careers,

then maybe later|the husbands and the babies.

And Vietnam.

We stopped a war, man.

We took to the streets|and made a difference.

We turned public sentiment around,

and we made people see the truth. Not|that we always thought good thoughts.

Cops around you cracking skulls,|you got a picket sign in your hand,

you're not thinking about|stopping the war now,

you're thinking about|knocking a few pigs on their asses.

But as crazy as it all seemed, though,

there was a meaning in the madness,|a clear and a real purpose.

- But don't you think violence is wrong?|- F*** off, Kevin. Wasting pigs is radical.

You missed my point.

- Come on, let's go grab a smoke.|- You go on, I'll be there in a minute.

You're hooked.

- Yes.|- Bullshit.

Would I lie?

- You really...|- Really what?

- No way.|- Look, dude.

I saw it right there in front of me.|I poked at it with a stick.

- No chance.|- Poked at what?

- By the river, huh?|- Tony.

We'll take you there,|and we'll show you. Right, Matt?

- Count me out, OK?|- Count you out of what?

What's by the river,|and what are you guys talking about?

- Layne's saying Samson killed Jamie.|- No way.

And you believe them?

A bunch of us are going|out there to check it out.

I don't know. It's probably some joke.

Yeah, they're just trying to lure|you up there so they can rape you.

You think so?

- No free food, Layne.|- Come on, Mike. I just came by to say hi.

- Hi.|- Hi.

Oh, no.

- You can't use my truck, Layne.|- Come on, Mike. It's important.

What's all this?

We're the newly appointed truant patrol.

Looking to capture and kill ten-year-old|runaway homeboys. Like you.

- Hear you're all gonna go see a dead girl.|- What do you know about a dead girl?

Me and John are close. Huh, John?

Yeah.

- Thinking of coming with you guys.|- No room. Both you guys, outta here.

John wants us to stay.

Don't you, John?

Nice try, Layne. Nice try, but forget it.

I won't let you do this to me again.|I promised myself.

- N-o spells nuh-uh.|- Mike.

No. No one drives that truck but me.

- Well, then, you drive it, then.|- Thank you. Thank you very much.

My supervisor's gonna kill me|if he sees me talking to you.

Now you want me to just walk out,|leave work, lose my job?

- I ain't got all day, you know.|- I know, Mike.

Some of us have to work, Layne.

- Is that it over there?|- That's just a log, man.

What, that?

It's a dummy. This is a joke.

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