Bond of Silence

Mrs. McIntosh.

bBOND OF SILENCE/b

Don't you care

what you're doing to him?

You could ruin his life.

- You leave our kids alone.

You hang in there, bro, all right?

Keith, the whole town is behind you.

We're with you.

Okay, there you go.

Bob, hang on.

The kids don't want you to leave

without saying goodbye.

I would never forget something

that important.

Come here, you guys.

Pink? Whatever that color was

looked good.

There he is.

What? Who?

Don't look at him.

- Oh, Aaron.

Can you, like, smell him

from 100 yards now or what?

Bet he's going to Shane's

party tonight.

Yeah, so?

Well, we have to get into that party.

Who do you know

who can get us into it?

I know.

Tabitha Lienart wants to know

if she can come to Shane's party

and bring Daisy.

Ew. They're sophomores.

It's New Year's Eve for everyone,

sophomores too.

Whatever. It's Shane's house.

You should ask him.

I'll ask Ryan.

Hey, sweetie. You hungry?

I can whip you up some French toast.

No, thanks. I had some cereal, so...

Wow, that is really good.

Yeah?

Didn't you have a history paper

due before Christmas?

I'll get to it. Jordan's coming over

to help me with it.

I think getting good grades

sounds like a heck

of a New Year's resolution.

Ryan, what's up, man?

Yeah, dude, that's totally cool.

Yeah. Oh, I think Grace

already put it on Facebook.

It's gonna rock tonight.

It's gonna be so awesome, right?

Later, man.

All right, catch you later.

You wouldn't be getting rid of us?

Damn it, you figured me out.

Okay, ready. I'm ready.

Bob, good luck in the big race. I was

looking forward to kicking your ass.

Hey, have a margarita for me

down in Cabo.

Bye, Trudy. Have fun.

Bye, Katy. Happy New Year.

You coming to Daddy's race?

- Yeah.

Good.

Go strike fear in your competition.

I would, if I had any competition.

Smart-ass. Go.

Bye. All right,

we'll see you at the finish line.

All right! Go!

Oh.

There.

A friend indeed. I smelled coffee,

but I didn't dare miss the finish.

At least we know he'll finish.

Excuse me, miss.

Yes, sir, can I help you?

I wanted you to know

those are real nice buns.

Oh, really? Well, you can look,

but you can't touch.

Hey.

Angie. What's happening?

Aaron. No.

What you got here?

What? Come on.

Go get your own.

Yo, yo, yo, the great Keith Moore,

gracing us with his presence.

Can I have your autograph?

No.

Did you know our buddy Keith broke

the California high school record

for most touchdowns

in a single game?

Attaboy.

Thank you very much.

Go, Daddy! Daddy!

What a ride. Best race time ever.

Rees Harbor's own

former triathlon champion,

and by the way,

one hell of a good lawyer,

Mr. Robert McIntosh.

Hey, buddy.

Yeah, buddy! Yeah!

Hey, I'll meet you outside.

Okay.

Boo!

Oh, my God. Hi.

Is this how you see me?

Yeah.

Ew. I don't need to see tongue.

Keith wants me to go to Shane's

to make Jell-O shots.

Give me a ride?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah.

Oh, my God, Ryan. Tell your mom

you need a new ride for graduation.

No, I like the way it rumbles.

Seriously? You wanna be seen

in a hunk of junk?

Hey, ladies. You need a lift?

Not from you.

Oh, come on. Come give us a kiss.

- Ew.

Get lost, dude.

What the hell is your problem?

What are you gonna do about it?

- Ryan.

- If you don't knock it off,

I'm gonna tell my friend

to kick your ass. He's Keith Moore.

Man, this is a waste of time. Let's go.

You gonna hide

behind your girlfriend, man?

I was taking care of it.

Whatever.

They're gone. Who cares?

Hey.

What?

It's no big deal, okay?

Okay.

Ryan.

Oh, nice.

Jordan, can you grab the fridge?

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