River's Edge Page #3

We all came out here|for some stupid joke.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You're in trouble, dude.

No, man.

Nobody has to find out.

OK, listen up.

We've got a lot of people here.

We could bury her so she's never found.

Is anybody gonna help me?

Where are you going, Mike?|Get back here.

- I gotta get back to work, Layne.|- I said get back here, goddammit.

Layne, leave me alone.

- Let me go.|- We're dealing with a friend's future.

- He killed somebody.|- You're gonna bring her back?

He brings us out here|like it's some f***ing show.

We're here to deal with it.|Give me your keys.

No, dammit!

- You son of a b*tch.|- Layne.

- Leave him alone, Layne.|- What the f*** are you doing?

He doesn't have to stay|if he doesn't want to.

So me and John are gonna have|to do this all by ourselves, huh?

What the f*** are you doing?

She's heavy. Come on.

Are you coming?

You people are a f***ing test, I swear.

You nailed it.

- Sure you don't wanna come?|- Yeah, I'm tired.

- Hey, you, stubdick. Come here.|- Suck me.

I'm serious, Tim.

Keep your f***ing mouth shut, you hear?

- About what?|- You know. Tony told me you know.

Oh, the death.

Don't worry, I'm with you.

I'll trust you.

Why are you two such delinquents?

Because of our f***ed-up childhood.

- What are you doing?|- Taking my gun.

You gave it to me two months ago.

I gave it to you two months ago.

You pothead fuckbrain!

- I have to work tonight, honey.|- Miss work.

Don't smoke in the house.|Jim is sensitive to smoke.

Jim, Jim, Jim.

He pays the rent, Matt. He has|a right to his comfort. Where's Tim?

Outside being worthless. Why do you|let him play with that hoodlum?

Why do I let him? What am I gonna do?

Why do I let you|smoke dope in the house?

- Where did you get that, anyway?|- Don't worry, it's not yours.

- Will you come to Missy's funeral?|- I'll come.

- Hole.|- You're losing your touch.

It's the circuits inside.|The owners have 'em reconnected,

cos they know if I ever learn this machine,|I'll take control of the f***ing universe.

So what's gonna happen?

I'll put a quarter in this machine|and murder it.

No, no, with John and all that.

Nothing's gonna happen. I'll tie up|a few loose ends tonight and...

- nothing's gonna happen.|- That's it?

He murders Jamie and we just ignore it?

He had his reasons.

She was shooting her mouth off|about his mom.

- His mother's dead.|- Yeah. See?

He's got a couple loose springs|when it comes to his dead mother.

But he's bragging.|It's like he wants to get caught.

He's not gonna get caught, because|no one's gonna tell. Isn't that right, Tony?

- I wouldn't nark.|- Don't you think...

I think we should just quit talking about it,|cos some potential fink could be listening.

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