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Hello? Oh, hey, John.

Hey, now everything's fine. I'm cooking some lunch and the boys are watching TV.

So how's work?

Really?

How much?

Do you want to wait until you get home so you can tell the boys?

Okay, okay.

And Raymond's teacher called.

And she said that he got all his assignments in on time and he's going to

able to graduate.

I know. He's so excited. I told him, and he said,

Mom, I want you.

I can do anything.

He can't wait to tell you.

So, off the ground.

Boys!

Boys!

Let me see you first.

Okay. Sorry, Mom.

Price, give Ray Ray the remote.

It's a special day for him.

He should get to celebrate, okay?

Mom, I'm a graduated man now. You shouldn't call me Ray Ray.

It makes me sound like a baby.

I apologize, Raymond.

It's okay, Mom.

I love you.

I love you too, Raymond.

It's fine. It's fine. I want Zach and Cody. Why?

So you can think about Ashley Tisdale while you're having naughty time in the

bathroom? Bite me, Ray Ray.

I'm a big boy now. I graduated high school.

You should call me Raymond.

Big whoop.

I'm in middle school. Seventh grade. I'm a big boy too.

Fine. Well, I'm not watching your stupid Zach and Cody. I want to watch

cartoons. Oh, that's real going up, Ray Ray.

Oh, wait. Someone's at the door. I gotta go. I gotta let you go. Goodbye.

Love ya.

Can Bryce come out and play?

Sure, just a minute.

Bryce, your friends are here.

Sweet, can I go?

Yeah, yeah. I made some sandwiches, so you grab one on the way out, okay?

Can I come too?

Sure. Mom!

Will it kill you to take your brother with you?

He always comes with me.

Please, Bryce. I won't get in the way or nothing.

Fine. Come on.

Now, your father's going to be home at 6 o 'clock tonight, and I want you home

by then because we have big plans.

Big plans?

Yes. Tonight is going to be quite special.

Wait. See, Dad?

He's going to be so excited. I bet we get ice cream.

Did you have to bring Riri with? Don't call me Ray -Ray. I'm a grown -up now. I

didn't call you Ray -Ray. I called you Riri, you fucking tard. Leave him alone,

Paige. Hey, let's make a movie called Tartar 2, The Wrath of Kada. That joke

funny the first hundred times, so what's the plan?

Can we play baseball?

No, we can't play baseball, Riri.

Do it, Paige.

Figure we could smoke up, engage in some vandalism, and if we're lucky, we can

catch Tim and Jamie making out.

So what the hell are we waiting for? Come on.

I'm sorry about Paige.

It's okay, Tammy.

My mom says that when people are mean to me, it's just because I'm different and

they don't understand.

I don't think Paige understands much of anything.

That's a mean thing to say, Tammy, even if it's a little true.

Did you just make fun of Paige?

I did a little.

Good.

You know, you shouldn't let some pothead bitch get away with being shitty to

you.

Next time?

How would you repay it?

Okay. Hurry up, Raymond.

Sorry, Bryce.

We better hurry.

You like that?

Yeah.

You want to do it?

Ig, get off!

trying. I kind of need your help.

You're a haptic douche.

Come on, we've been going out for probably about a month now. If my balls

your blower, they're probably going to rot and fall off. So jack off. Right

here? You know not in front of me, sicko. That's right, I'm sick.

And you're the only one that has a cure.

It's really not a good week. I don't want to lose my virginity while I'm

ragging. That's what towels are for.

First of all, blast.

Secondly, I'd like to make it to high school with my hymen intact, if you

mind. That's like two years.

Good. I'm glad the sperm -backed into your brain hasn't wrecked your basic

skills. Okay, how about a handjob? Can't we just make out like decent people?

Fine.

Yes, my daughter!

Very fucking funny.

I thought it was a stair clock, so... I think you're a cunt.

What'd I tell you about the C word, dick?

Chill out, Paige. It's just a name. Even if it's gross.

And he's right.

Where's Raymond?

He's right behind me.

Jeez, Bryce.

You run fast.

Jeez, Bryce. The sky is blue.

Why do you have to bring this bed with you?

Leave him alone, Tim.

Aw.

Help you. The re -re -stick together.

You know what, Paige? It's not enough of your shit, bitch.

Well, I'm not the one who has to babysit Sling Blade over here.

Leave him alone. He's my brother.

It's okay, Bryce.

I'm retarded.

That's why I act like I do.

She's just mad because she doesn't have an excuse.

Fuck you!

Oh, shit! What the hell are you doing?

Asshole!

I

didn't

mean to.

Mom, we gotta get the fuck out of here. Come on!

What's wrong?

Bryce?

Bryce? Are you okay?

Who's gonna look after me?

Are you okay?

You're going to go to Juby for sure. We need to call an ambulance. Everyone,

shut the fuck up for a minute so I can think.

Okay, here's the plan.

Bryce hit me, and Raymond attacked Bryce to protect me, and accidentally

knocked him into the tree.

You can't be serious. The fuck, I'm not.

The fuck?

They don't fry people anymore. It'll be lethal injection.

No. No, it's good. He's just a retard. They're probably going to put him in

in a hospital or something, right?

We can go on with our lives and no one has to get fried or poisoned or

You in?

Yeah.

Edgar? Sure.

Jamie?

Jamie, you're in or not?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm in.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Hey, Edgar.

What's up, girl?

Not much. Just finishing up the dishes, getting Grandma to bed.

How is Methuselah?

Come on.

I'm just saying, how many centuries has that woman seen past?

Just the one as far as I know.

I'm sure you didn't drive that death trap all the way over here just to

about my grandmother's impressive number of years.

That's no way to talk about the chariot.

That has come to take you to the ball.

Come take the ball, then?

Why, yes, m 'lady. A celebration of our class's commencement.

Graduation party for the layman.

Graduation party, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I don't know about all that. Sounds kind of boring to me, honestly.

I suppose your idea of a good time is sitting around watching reruns and

listening to Grandma snore.

Okay,

point taken.

Look, just only for a little while, okay?

There's a disgusting marathon on tonight.

Come on.

Let me just do it again.

Buy you a drink?

I'll twist my arm.

Queen B is here.

Paige?

So what?

That ruined your night.

She's a fucking cunt.

Yeah, so come over and say hi.

Say it in your true corner.

If she fucking comes over here, I'll claw that bitch's eyes out.

I doubt it, but seriously, she's getting good and baked. I wouldn't worry about

her moving very far from that blonde anytime soon.

Look, fuck her, okay?

We're here to party.

You're here to party.

You know what? You're absolutely right.

You want to dance?

We're talking.

Right.

We have fun yet? Yeah.

You're welcome. Want a drink?

Yes, yes. Thank you so much for, you know, saving me from a long evening of

reruns and listening to my grandmother snore.

Shit.

Maybe you should say hi. That's what friends do. Hey, Tammy!

Hey, Jamie.

Good to see you. You too. It's been, like, forever.

I know, right?

How are things?

Bad. No, same old shit.

Taking care of Grandma.

How's she doing?

Icy as ever.

Baby!

Come and dance with me. Come on.

Baby, dance with yourself.

Look who came out tonight.

Tammy, what the fuck are you doing here?

Parties are not your thing.

No, that's true. I don't get invited to men.

But Edgar here was nice enough to escort me today. I can't ignore dancing with

me. Girl, you seriously needed some fun.

Ain't it the truth.

It's gotta be hard. You cooped up in that old house with the old bird and no

real friends.

Because... Tim!

No, no, he's absolutely right. I don't have many friends.

Gee, Tim, I wonder why that is.

Well, if you came out more often, woman, instead of staying at home doing

whatever it is you do... Yeah.

Yeah, sorry, I'm just... You know, I'm so busy. What with, um, you know, taking

care of Grandma and school and visiting graveyards.

Shut the fuck up, Annie.

No, Tim.

Oh, my God. You think this is the time or the place? Yeah, actually, I think

it's the perfect time and place, Tim.

Timmy. Timmy, we're all still really sad about what happened. Oh, really?

There's no offense, but when was the last time that any of you visited

grave or even thought about being there?

Enough, all right, Timmy?

It's about six years too late to be fighting about this.

Have a drink.

Chill out.

Maybe I'll just, you know, hit the bong.

Seems to be working out fine for Paige.

No need for all this drama, all right? It's a fucking party. What's done is

done, right, Tammy?

Fuck you. Up yours with a twirling lawnmower, Tim.

You know, I think I've had about as much partying as I can stand for one night.

What problem? What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait up. Wait up. What?

What? Easy, Tammy. It's me. Okay? You put down the closet, all right?

I'm sorry. It's just the whole thing just pisses me off so much.

It's like they don't even care at all.

It's not that they don't care. They just want to leave it in the past.

So should you.

Have you?

Listen, I still miss Bright, okay? I think about him all the time, but that

isn't going to bring him back.

All we can do is remember what a cool kid he was and try to move on with our

lives.

I think he would have wanted it that way.

Don't you?

Probably, but you know that tomorrow is... The anniversary, I know.

I know, I know.

But Bryce died, Tammy.

We didn't.

The only thing we can do to remember him is to live.

So let's head back up there and do something about it.

Wow.

The whole thing just isn't my scene.

There's a reason I stopped hanging out with the others.

Because they're kind of assholes?

Yeah, something like that. Yeah.

But I think it'd be cool. I mean, come on, one more drink.

Yeah.

I gotta get home.

Alright, well, I'm gonna at least give you a ride.

Okay.

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you an emergency news bulletin. Convicted

murderer Raymond James Bork has escaped from Brookview State Hospital.

Today, Rourke brutally murdered his younger brother in front of several

eyewitnesses. Two orderlies were wounded in that escape and are presently at

County General Hospital in critical condition.

If you have any information regarding Raymond James Rourke, please contact

local authorities immediately.

The fugitive is considered armed and extremely dangerous.

If you encounter him, do not attempt to initiate contact.

Mrs. Rourke.

Tammy.

What are you doing here?

I heard the news.

Come on in.

Want a drink?

Um, no.

I'm good, thanks.

More for me.

The cops just left.

They said Raymond broke out about 2 a .m., and they wanted to know if he

up here.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

That big son of a bitch shows up around here, he'll be sorry.

What do you mean?

I'll kill the fucker.

You can't honestly mean that.

He's your son.

He killed my son.

I lost both my boys that day.

Six months later, I lost my husband.

He said he couldn't stand to look at me anymore or this place because it

reminded him of everything he'd lost.

We already got married again.

And now he's got two little girls.

I always wanted a baby girl.

Raymond took that away from me, too.

Last time I saw that retarded piece of shit was at his sentencing.

I wanted the judge to give him the death penalty.

But he said he was too sick for that, so they put him in that damn halfway

house.

Looks like that went swimmingly.

This is Rourke.

You know he could need your help.

The only help he'll get from me is a hand into the empty plot next to his

brother.

I think you should go.

Damn it.

Yeah, I gotta water.

Answer your fucking phone, Paige.

Hello?

Paige, it's Tammy.

Tammy, why are you calling me at 9 .30 in the morning?

Look, have you...

Watch the news or listen to the radio at all this morning?

Fuck, no.

I went to a graduation party last night.

Just laid down like four hours ago.

Well, I was just listening to the radio and I heard that Raymond broke out of

the hospital.

Okay, so what?

So what?

So he hospitalized two people getting out of there. I mean, they think that

armed.

I still don't understand why this merits an early morning phone call from

somebody I've barely spoken to since middle school.

Oh, my God.

You know why I'm calling to warn you, you idiot.

God.

Fucking cunt.

Wake up.

Hey, babe.

Is it noon yet?

No.

Oh, get me up when it is.

Oh, fuck.

Okay, I'm awake.

Get up and get dressed. We gotta go over to James.

Fine.

Can I wake and bake first?

Now.

Fine, fine.

One quick hit for the roof.

Hold off here for a second. I'll be right back. I've got to talk to her.

Sure, whatever.

Why the fuck did he wake me up to?

Thanks.

We need to talk.

Can we go inside for a second?

Dude, this is the only chance I'm going to have to tan today.

You're going to tan in this?

There isn't even any fucking sun.

We need to talk now.

Shit. Okay.

What's up?

It's your dad here.

No, my parents left for Hawaii this morning.

Good, because we got a problem.

Ray Ray escaped this morning.

Are you fucking serious?

Yeah.

Tammy called me a half an hour ago. She heard it on the radio.

Okay, are you sure she's not just fucking with you?

Yeah.

That mousy little shit doesn't have the balls to fuck with me.

So you think he's coming here?

Oh, we did frame him for murder, right?

I mean, he's gonna be a little pissed off, don't you think?

You think?

We need to get a hold of the boys.

Shit, what about Simon?

You didn't tell him anything about any of this, did you?

What are you, high?

No, I didn't tell Simon anything. I didn't tell him shit.

Well, what are you going to do about it?

I don't know. Come up with something. I'll tell him some fucking retard killed

our friend and busted out and blames us for what happened. I don't know.

Something like that. That'll work.

Okay.

Well, Tim gets out of work at 6, and then he's coming over here.

Okay, um... Alright, you go talk to Edgar.

Um, I'm gonna talk to Simon, and then we'll meet back here at six o 'clock.

Okay.

Paige?

Yeah?

Maybe we should just go to the cops, you know?

Just go to the cops?

And what do you think we should tell them? I mean, sure, we can convince

because he's a moronic pothead, but do you really think cops are going to

believe this story?

No, probably not.

Definitely not.

No. Cops are fucking smart. Haven't you ever watched CSI?

And I'm not going to jail because some fucking retard busts out of his cage and

might be coming to get us.

We're going to handle this on our own, right?

All right.

Right. Fine.

I'm going to go change and then I'll go over to Edgar's.

Okay. Good.

Okay.

Edgar!

Edgar, get your lazy ass up and open this door!

I've got a meeting to - downtown in 20 minutes and I can't be late.

Get up!

Jesus tamp dancing Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?

What's wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?

You sleep all day, you party all night with your loser friends.

You can't even be bothered to do a few simple chores.

Now I need to go, but I need you to do the dishes and take out the trash.

Okay?

I'm expecting company tonight and I don't want the house to be a disgrace.

Really? Murray, again?

Yeah. As a matter of fact, and he hasn't run off yet, despite the fact that I

have a lazy pile of dog shit for a son.

I gotta go.

Love you.

You're probably taking more of your bitch.

Mrs. Kelsey?

Hello?

Raymond?

Let's get up there.

You know that I like to get high.

Take it all the time.

So if this dude killed your friend, why not go to the cops?

You want the fucking cops sniffing around here? They're going to find your

and they're going to charge you with...

Distribution. Nobody's going to believe you smoke as much weed as you do.

I see your point.

Besides, he's not going to come here. I mean, he's not going to come to this

town, let alone come at us like some B -movie monster.

I just wanted to tell you just in case.

In case of what?

In case you have to kick his ass.

That's funny.

Wait a second. You expect me to beat up some overgrown maniac?

You're going to protect me, aren't you?

Of course, babe, but I don't know.

What if you've got a retard strength or something?

Then it'll be a fair fight.

Ha ha! Fuck you!

You. He got Edgar.

What? Wait, what happened?

I went over to his house like you told me to.

Okay. Did you tell the cops?

Yeah.

I told them I'd found him that way.

And they asked me if I had seen Raymond.

And I told them I hadn't.

What did you say?

Okay, just go home, calm down, and we'll come up with a plan.

Fuck!

What happened?

Edgar's dead.

What can I do?

Fucking retard, Ray Ray.

We gotta do something.

I think we should go to the cops.

No! fucking cops.

So what do you suggest then? We kill the guy?

Oh, bullshit.

Do you have a better idea?

Yeah. We let the police handle it, get you protective custody or something.

Protective custody. Why, so they can keep me in jail until they find that

bus retard?

I think fucking not. Well, it beats going to jail for murder.

They tend to keep you in for a long time for that.

That's supposing that they catch us.

Any cops can't be that fucking smart if a retard like Ray Ray can elude capture.

So how do you suppose we avoid getting caught?

We'll make it look like a suicide.

And the guy's fucking batty, right?

Crazy people kill themselves all the time. Besides, he's a fucking murderer,

okay? Nobody's going to take too much interest in his untimely demise. The

will probably be happy if we hand him over dead.

Okay.

I'm not saying I totally agree with your plan, but how do you even do it?

How are you going to kill someone and make it look like a suicide, for that

matter? How the fuck are you ever gonna find that guy?

We don't have to find him. He'll find us.

I came as soon as I could.

You okay?

I can't believe he's gone.

Why? Why did they have to let that monster out? You just gotta relax.

Relax?

Ray Ray killed Edgar.

And now he's probably gonna come kill us too. It's Paige's fault. Why wouldn't

he just kill her and leave us alone?

It's a pretty fucking awful thing to say.

It's true, Kim.

She made us lie to cover her ass and now Edgar's dead because of it.

I'm done.

I'm calling the cops.

Let's slow down.

Whoa, whoa.

You, Narc, Paige, out now. We'll all go to jail. Right along with her for being

excepted. Put the phone down.

And calm down, okay?

All right, we just need to relax.

Yeah, you're right.

And Paige is going to be here soon. Once she gets here, we'll sit down, find out

a way to clean up this mess.

Just lock all the doors and windows and sit in the living room and calm down,

okay?

Hey, how was your day?

Oh, you know.

Tastes like bloodthirsty sped, friends dying, and you?

God, you can be a bitch, you know that?

Guys, this isn't helping.

Fine.

Has anyone talked to Tammy?

Uh, not since this morning. Why?

Well, don't you think we should call her?

She's just as much a part of this as we are.

Try telling her that.

So we're just going to leave her on her own. Don't you remember how she acted

when Bryce died?

There's no way she's going to go along with the plan now.

No, you have a plan, huh? Great.

Paige always has a plan.

Yeah, I do have a plan. And it always works out. Edgar is fucking dead. You

that working out? Edgar was my friend too. Stop being a fucking cunt.

Whoa, shit! I'll fucking

kill you, bitch! Seriously, neutral

corners already, alright?

Hey, go to the bathroom upstairs and clean up.

Now! Fuck, get the fuck off me!

Cool?

You gonna be cool?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm cool.

I'm gonna go get some ice.

Stay here.

Get some cloth and a whip.

I'm just gonna go help Tim.

What

the fuck

was that about? Ray Ray has brought up some mold.

Painful memories is all.

Well. Well.

Years ago, there was nothing we could do about it now. Just drop it.

Well, it didn't look like nothing when your girl was trying to rip Paige's face

off. Man, just forget about it, okay?

Fine.

Sure thing.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

That was pretty hardcore.

Looked like Jamie was trying to kill you.

Probably shouldn't have called her a cunt.

Did I just hear remorse there?

Careful. You're ruining your ice cream.

Yeah, well, it's a sentimental kind of day.

Here, let me take a look.

We should probably go.

She's going to be freaking out.

You guys helping?

Yeah.

No problem.

God, what the fuck is wrong with her?

You did hit her first, honey.

She called me a cunt.

She's lucky all I fucking do.

Sorry. It's just us. Nothing to be worried about.

What the fuck?

Yeah, that was my plan. Hey, psycho, don't kill us. We need to erase. Let me

tell you, I'm gonna hit the bug. Shut the fuck up.

You can knock the fuck off, right?

Fuck, it's heavy.

Yeah, he's a big boy. Come on.

Look, if anybody's got a better plan, now would be the time.

I suppose faking suicide's out of the equation.

Yeah, suicide by multiple bludgeoning isn't exactly blue. Let's talk even more

lifty. Let's get this fucker in the trunk.

Why don't we talk? I'm going to dump him off in the river. You guys just go

inside and be calm, okay?

We'll be back in like an hour.

Go inside, clean up.

I'll see you soon.

I'm sure they're going to be okay.

It's pretty dark out, and they're going in the middle of nowhere.

It'll be all right.

We should just go inside.

Come on, dude.

Fucking cop.

Are you sure he's dead?

Fucking no, man. I'm a fucking mechanic. I'm not a doctor.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey.

Come on.

Come on!

If he wasn't dead, he is now.

You're back.

I bet I would be, right?

He's gone, right? For sure? Yeah. We dumped him in the river. Exactly. Down

street by now.

Coffee. Water.

Good.

Well, we're going to head out, go back home. This has been enough excitement

one day, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Be safe.

You too.

It's over.

Good.

Let's go to bed.

Something wrong, Simon?

We just killed Simon.

Yeah, well, self -defense.

Hell, he almost killed us.

Thank you.

You good?

Very.

You're just gonna sleep there?

God, I would love to.

Oh, but I'm thirsty.

Give me some milk now.

Fuck it up. You gotta get up.

Damn you and your facts.

Okay, that's as far as I go.

Milk!

Now!

I ain't getting that.

Oh, I so hate you, Will.

Oh,

babe.

While you're up you mind getting me a snack pack?

God you're a dick

Jimmy?

Babe?

Oh.

Don't do this.

Don't do this, David.

What the fuck?

Hello?

Is there anyone out there?

Come sit down

You're

bleeding

It's

not mine

Well, let's get you cleaned up.

Why are you helping me?

Because you're my friend.

Why didn't you tell the police the truth about Bryce?

I guess I was scared.

I was a kid back then, Raymond.

I saw Paige kill someone.

I don't know, I...

Guess I thought that if I told, she would kill me too.

I saw you at the graveyard today.

You still visit, yes?

I think you should turn yourself in, Raymond.

You killed Edgar.

And Jamie.

And Tim.

I'm not done.

Paige still has to pay.

What do you think that that's going to accomplish, Raymond?

Killing them is not going to bring Bryce back.

I know.

But when I'm done, I can rest.

Bryce can rest.

I was supposed to take care of him.

It's my fault he's dead.

I have to try and make up for that.

But you didn't kill Bryce.

I didn't save him either.

Here.

These are yours.

I got them from the Goodwill after you went to the hospital.

I guess your mom brought all your stuff there.

I just... I just wanted something to remind me.

Mom's pretty mad at me.

I know.

Maybe when I'm done, I can fix things with her.

Do you need a place to stay?

Well, you should really get some sleep.

Soon.

Wait.

Paige moved.

She got emancipated when she was 16, and she's lived on her own ever since.

She's at an apartment over on Grand and Knight.

downstairs apartment.

Thanks, Tammy.

Be careful.

What exactly happened with the Raymond Dukes brother?

I'd rather not get into that.

Are you ever going to tell me?

Probably not, Simon.

It's the past, and I'd like to leave it there if you don't mind.

I'm going to go take a shower.

You're so interested in what's going on here. Why don't you come join me?

I will soon.

This is some bad old shit.

Hey, there you are.

I thought you fell asleep.

I'm retarded.

I'm crazy.

That's why I act like I do.

You're just mad because you don't have an excuse.

Mom? Raven.

Mom? What are you doing here?

You have no right.

You murderer.

I didn't kill Bryce, Mom.

Paige did.

I got her, though. We can be a family now.

Not another step.

I swear to God, I'll shoot.

One family.

Family.

Dad?

No cure.

No treatment.

No cure.

Sometimes when I wake up, I don't know where I am.

I get so easily confused.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

Can somebody get me some help, please?