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That's got to be the prettiest girls we've ever had in the competition.

l tell you.

Gentlemen, let's welcome back our six finalists on stage.

Come on back out, girls.

There they are.

They're pretty as they can be, aren't they?

l tell you. We're proud of you, girls.

You've worked hard. Your mamas and daddies have worked hard.

We're mighty proud of you.

God, look at her. l mean, she was born for this.

l had no idea her breasts were so ample.

Dude, she does these exercises that pump them up.

Guys, hi. l'm on sexist overload as it is.

Kill the commentary.

"Now...

in the spirit of Mother Theresa, what will be your contribution...

to your community and the world at large?""

Well, Bob, at summer's end l plan to move to New York City...

where l'll pursue a career as a serious actress.

lt's my goal to entertain the world through artistic expression.

Through art, l shall serve my country.

Do you feed her this shit?

Work it, babe!

They're eating it up. Look. She's incredible.

And now, this year's croaker queen is...

Miss Helen Shivers!

Yeah, baby! Yeah!

That's my girl !

That's my girlfriend!

Yeah, baby!

Hi, baby! Yeah!

My baby's got the strangest ways of saying

- How's my hair? - Hurricane-proof.

Hey! lt's all about the hair. Don't you forget that.

Especially when you become some big hotshot lawyer.

Those professional women types think it's all about brains and ability...

and completely ignore the do.

So the do's vital. Got it.

- Hey, are you riding with me? - Uh, no. Tell mom l'll be home late.

ls little Miss Croaker getting sauteed tonight?

- Oh, a twit with a wit. - Eat me.

Julie, brought you a shooter on the house.

Oh, thanks, Max, but you know what?

l have this mental block. l can't get past the slime.

How about l take you out before you leave town?

Kind of a bon voyage thing.

You know what? l don't think so, Max.

We've been friends since forever. You can't just leave without a farewell.

Right.

A toast...

to us.

To our last summer of immature...

adolescent decadence.

Somebody's buzzed.

Yo, chum bait, take a hike.

Hey, easy!

- Barry, they're just friends! - Motherfucker!

Come on, man! This is tired!

Hey, Ray. Just taking care of your girl like l promised.

Thanks, buddy. Now let's blow.

Yeah. Hey.

Let's beam down to Dawson's Beach. Little joyride?

Bye.

So the boy and girl are making out, right...

when they hear over the radio that this lunatic killer's escaped...

from an insane asylum...

and he's got this long sharp hook for a hand.

Dude, you're telling it wrong.

Shut up. So the girl-- she gets all scared, right?

She wants to go home.

And the boy, all hot and bothered-- he gets pissed and peels out.

That's not the way it goes.

Okay, the boy goes for help, and the girl stays in the car.

- And she hears this scratching sound-- - lt's not a scratching sound.

lt's a drip. Drip, drip.

No, it's scratching because the guy's been hung...

from a tree limb and his feet are scratching the car roof.

No, he's been decapitated...

and it's the blood from his severed neck that's dripping on the car.

And it's going drip, drip, drip.

No, he wasn't decapitated. He was gutted with a hook.

- That's the way l heard it. - You're all wrong.

They get back to the girl's house...

and they find the lunatic's bloody hook in the car door.

Now that's the original story.

- That's the way it really happened. - Hey.

None of it really happened. It's a bullshit ghost story to begin with.

- No, it's not. lt's true. - l don't think so, Ray.

- l swear it. - Please!

lt's a fictional story created to warn young girls against premarital sex.

Well, actually, honey...

and you know how terrified l am of your lQ...

but it's an urban legend-- American folklore--

and they all usually originate from some sort of real-life incident.

So, by that time...

l will just be finishing my two-year contract on "Guiding Light''...

coinciding with your first year as starting quarterback for the Steelers.

- Cowboys. - Whoever.

Then we can elope to Europe...

or the Caymans--

wherever--

where I'll let you impregnate me...

with the first of three children...

before you head off to rehab.

And then...

we can live happily...

blah, blah, blah.

Where'd you go?

l'm gonna hook you!

You don't really believe all that crap, do you?

- That's true! - The hook is merely a phallic symbol.

- Oh, really? - Yeah, ultimately castrated.

- God, l'm gonna miss you. - You don't have to.

You can always ditch this Boston thing and come to New York with me.

Yeah, well, we can't all sit in a Village coffeehouse...

and ramble esoterically on our laptops.

- There just isn't enough room. - See? Nobody gets me the way you do.

- l understand your pain. - Precisely.

l hate this. I really hate this.

You're gonna go off, and you're gonna fall for some head-shaven...

black-wearing, tattoo-covered, body-piercing philosophy student.

That sounds attractive.

And l'll never see you again.

Did you know the success rate of high school sweetheart relationships...

is higher than any other type of relationship?

Yeah? Cite your source.

Are you sure?

- Get out of my pockets. - Give me the keys.

Whose car is this? Nobody drives my car but me.

l know, baby, but then Croaker Queen has to get home now.

Thank you!

- Hey, you two. - Give me my fucking keys.

- You're trashed, pal. - l'm not trashed.

Ride in the back with me. l'll let you do things to me.

- Promise? - Nobody drives my car but me.

- You got that, shit-smear? - Loud and clear. Get in the car.

Jesus!

You can't drive for shit. You know that?

- God! - Can you say ""alcoholic''?

All right, what the hell is this crap?

- Hey, don't do that! - You asshole!

- What's wrong with you? - Watch out!

- What was that? - l don't know.

ls everybody okay?

- Yeah. - lt was an animaI.

God, you're bleeding!

- lt's not mine. - lt must have been a dog or something.

Jesus Christ! My fucking car!

You fuck! Can't you see where you're going?

Look, it came out of nowhere. l didn't see it!

- A dog couldn't have done that. - A fucking deer could.

- You dropped your bottle. l was just-- - My dad's gonna freak on my ass!

- lt was an accident. Leave him alone. - Where is it?

lf it was a deer, then where is it?

- Look, maybe it ran off. - I hope so.

- l hope we didn't kiIl it. - Fuck that! Let's go.

Oh, my God!

- No way. - Oh, my God!

But l thought--

l didn't see it!

No! There's no way!

God, this isn't happening!

- You check that side. - Yeah.

Come on.

l couldn't see it! Look, l swear!

- ls he dead? - l don't know.

- Check his pulse. - No way!

- You're the one who rammed him! - Just do it!

l think he's dead.

Shit! Fuck!

Who is he?

Can't tell.

- His face is all messed up. - What the hell was he doing out here?

We've gotta call the police and get an ambulance out here.

Hey, what's your hurry!

The guy's dead.

You're not a doctor. You don't make that decision !

Use your brain.

- We call the police and we're fucked. - lt was an accident.

Look, let's think about this a minute.

Think about what? Think about what?

He was crossing the road in the middle of the night, okay?

lt was an accident. You weren't drinking or speeding.

- There's Iiquor aIl over the car. - But you're sober.

They'll never believe l was driving!

lt's my car. They'll nail my ass.

- That's not true. - Are you kidding?

Look at me. I'm drunk as shit.

- l'm fucked! - No, we'Il call the police.

We'll tell them the truth. They'll believe us.

lt's manslaughter.

We're gonna fry no matter who takes the fall.

- Then we leave right now. - No way. Are you crazy?

The grill's busted. There's blood everywhere.

We can clean it up. Come on.

Listen to yourselves! No, we are going to the police!

We don't have time for your shit!

You understand? We've gotta move fast!

Let's try to stay calm.

Focus.

Don't you get it?

lf there's some of him on the car, there's some of the car on him.

They're gonna trace it back to you. You're looking at a hit-and-run.

Then we dump the body.

- You've lost it. - Look, just pretend we were never here.

We could drag him to the water and dump him in.

They wouldn't find him for weeks. By then, the evidence will be washed away.

lf they found him at all.

The currents are strong...

and the undertow-- it could carry him out to sea.

l won't be any part of it.

Look, l'm scared, Julie.

l'm not like the rest of you. l don't have the family...

or the money to get me out of this.

- Please. - This is your future, Julie.

Think about it.

College.

You got your scholarship.

The guy's already dead. lf we go to the police, we're dead too.

Fuck!

- What do we do? - Help me.

Shit! They're slowing down!

Who is it?

- lt's Max. - Get rid of him!

Julie. What you got? Car trouble?

Actually...

Barry's had way too much to drink...

and we're trying to keep the upchuck out of the new car.

Well, doesn't look so new anymore.

Yeah, don't drink and drive.

Daddy's gonna be mad.

What can l do for you, Max?

You can wipe that ""my shit don't stink'' grin off your face.

Okay, Max. Will do.

Have a good night.

You almost got that rich boy act down, Ray.

We'll be seeing you, Max.

Yup. Take care, Julie.

Even if his body washes ashore in the next coupIe of weeks...

he'll be eaten by crabs and small fish.

Maybe we'll get lucky with a shark.

Take him to the side.

- Put him down. - Easy.

That's it.

Let's do it.

- Wait. - What?

Should we check his waIlet and see who he is?

- Why? - l don't know.

Okay? Just to know.

l don't wanna know.

Let's just pretend he's some escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand...

and we're doing everybody a favor.

Ray, help me.

l don't think l can.

Shit! We agreed!

God! Come on, Barry. lt's not too late.

- You! Shut up! Just shut up! - Christ already! l'll do it!

Help! Get him off of me!

- My crown ! - No!

He's got my crown !

Over here!

- Let's get out of here. - We're going home now.

And never, ever...

under any circumstances known to God speak about this again.

ls that clear?

lt is now merely a future therapy bill. Agreed?

Helen!

- l'll never mention it again. - We make a pact...

right here and now that we take this to our grave.

Agreed.

Don't you nod your head! You fucking say it!

Yeah. Okay.

We take this to our grave! Let me hear it!

Let her go!

You fucking say it.

Okay, Barry, we take this to the grave.

lt'll be okay.

lt's time to go.

Come on ! Move your tired ugly ass, girl !

We're late.

I changed my mind. l'm not going.

Get your white-as-death chalky corpse in the car now.

l said come on!

Julie, you're going home for the summer...

and you're gonna get a tan on that pasty pale tail of yours.

Let's go.

- Remember. Sun and fun. - Yeah.

Welcome home, dear.

l missed you!

How's the snapper?

l really wanted monkfish, but it's been a bad season.

- Are you on drugs? - What?

l just wanted to surprise you. l want an honest reaction.

No, Mom. No drugs.

Well, what is wrong? l mean, you look like death.

Yeah. Well, l've had a rough year.

You got some mail. A letter came today.

lt's not your report card, though. That came last week.

Mom, l know it looks bad, but the summer session went really well.

lt would have to, because according to the dean you only have one more chance.

- lt's not that serious, really. - What happened to my daughter?

l mean, you went away and you don't call, and you don't visit.

Your father must be turning over in his grave.

Who sent this?

- There's no postmark or return address. - Your guess is as good as mine.

- Why? What does it say? - Nothing.

Guys, easy!

lt's called gIass. lt breaks.

Good morning.

Well, well. Look what the cat drug in.

Elsa, hi. You know, l need to talk to Helen...

and l was wondering if you could give me her New York number.

- Her New York number? - Yeah. l need to talk to her.

Fact check, Julie. Helen doesn't have a New York number.

lf you need to speak with her, l suggest you go to women's fragrances...

ten feet to your left.

Frightening, isn't it?

When did you get home?

Yesterday.

lt's good to see you.

What happened to New York?

l went for a while, and it didn't really work out.

Somebody sent this to me.

Oh, my God.

- Somebody knows, HeIen. - How?

- l don't know. - We were so careful.

Were we?

What if somebody saw us? What if somebody else was there that night?

- Who? lt's been a year. - l don't know.

Has Barry seen this?

Do you ever see Barry at school?

- lt's a big campus. - Are you sure he came back?

Saw his car the other day at the gym.

Did you guys break up?

What are you two doing here?

Hi, Barr.

This is nothing. "l know what you did last summer''?

Ooh ! What a crock of shit.

- We need help. - Yeah, l'll say.

You guys should check out a mirror once in a while.

- You two look like shit run over twice. - You're a prick.

We can't just ignore it.

Come on. How do you know this is even related?

- You did a lot of things last summer. - Well, only one murder comes to mind.

You shut the hell up!

- We didn't murder anyone. - He was stiIl alive when we dumped him.

Do we have to rehash this? lt was an accident.

- The guy was in the middle of the road. - His name was David Egan.

Who?

David Egan.

He was found three weeks after we--

His body was caught in a shrimp net not far from Miller's dock.

lt was in the paper.

l think the police called it an ""accidental drowning.''

You can call it an accident all you want, but he died because of us.

That's certain.

What about Ray?

Have you shown it to him? What does he think?

l haven't seen Ray since last summer.

We broke up, and last l heard he was working up north.

Let's suppose somebody was there that night.

Why send a letter one year later? Probably some crack fucking around.

Max.

- Max? You think? - Who else? He was there.

- You two wait here. - What are you gonna do?

l know what l'm doing.

WelI, go figure.

And l was just thinking to myself, ""Whatever happened to that Barry Cox?''

Listen, can we talk a sec? ln private.

Oh, what? This isn't private enough for you?

Yeah, what?

- Look, we got your letter. - What are you talking about?

Don't fuck with me! You saw us that night.

What the fuck are you on, huh?

- Jesus! - l'm gonna say this once.

l'Il fucking kill your ass. l got no problem with that.

- Get the fuck off me! - You understand?

Motherfucker!

Don't you test me, motherfucker!

l'll call the cops on your college quarterback ass!

- So? Did he admit to the letter? - He won't bother you anymore.

- What did you do? - l took care of it, okay?

- How? - l scared the shit out of him, okay?

Well, l'll be damned.

So Ray grew up to be a fisherman, huh?

Yeah, almost a year now.

l work on that one over there on the end.

That's nice.

Have a nice life, guys. l'm out of here.

You got a minute?

l gotta get back to work.

Call me. We can get together.

Yeah. Okay.

We need to talk.

- You think Max sent it? - Barry does. l don't know.

Well, you know how Max feels about you guys.

He's probably just screwing around. He doesn't have much else to do.

Yeah, maybe.

So...

how's school?

So, you're a fisherman.

Yeah. Prophecy fuIfilled, right?

- l've become my father. - l thought you didn't know your dad.

Ah. He worked the boats. That's all I do know about him.

Look, I thought a lot about last summer.

l know you hold me responsible for what happened.

I don't hold you responsible.

No. I'm responsible for my own actions, and l don't blame you.

But l don't want to know you either.

Fuck!

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck.

My fucking jacket.

Hey, Hank. Who else is here? Anybody else working out?

Just you and me, pal.

Come back!

Max, you're fucking dead.

Help me!

Somebody!

What do you want?

l'm sorry! l swear!

We didn't mean it!

Please don't.

One moment, please, officer.

What happened?

No. For the 40th fucking time, l couldn't see his face.

We have no choice here, okay?

Somebody tried to kiIl you. We have to go to the police.

No, he wasn't trying to kill me last night.

lf he wanted me dead, he could have done it. He's just fucking with us.

- Who is? - l don't know! Some guy in a slicker.

Well, that narrows it down, this being a quaint little fishing village and all.

Since you bring it up, we all know you have a slicker.

- You are not gonna throw this on me. - No, guys. Please don't do this.

This isn't getting us anywhere!

Look, maybe we should just come clean.

- We made a pact and we're keeping it. - Yeah, but that's insane now.

Look at us. The secret's killing us.

l'm not going to the police, and you're not either.

Barry, please, we could put an end to it...

and maybe salvage some small fraction of a life.

And how do we do that, huh?

There was no accident. lt was murder.

Your words, remember? Murder.

l say we find the fuck who's doing this and have a little one on one.

- What, like last night, Barr? - Fuck you !

Barry's right.

Whoever's doing this isn't going to the police.

We could find him, talk to him.

How do we find him?

Well, it's got to be a friend or a family member of the guy we hit.

What was his name?

- David Egan. - Right.

Look, l don't think we should give up on Max. lt could still be him.

Then find him. Prove Barry wrong. That's what you want, isn't it?

No, what l want is for you and me to just--

Listen to me, okay? l want you to get something.

There is no ""you and me.''

Okay. l can access the local library on-line.

l think we can cross-reference and pull up all we need to know.

Egan, David.

All these articles are about David Egan?

Yeah, or at least mention him. lt should pull anything with his name.

Wait. July 5th, two years ago. What's this?

""Susie Willis died of drowning.

She was trapped in a car after it skidded out of control...

into the reefs near Dawson's Beach.

The driver, David Egan, was unharmed."

l remember that.

Susie was engaged to David. They were gonna be married.

Wait a second. l remember he had her name tattooed on his arm. l saw it.

"Survived by his mother, Claire, and sister, Melissa, of Maribel County.''

They live in the sticks. What do you think?

What have we got to lose?

- Turn right. - Where?

Back there.

What exactly is the pIan?

Are we gonna say, "We killed your son and we're in the neighborhood, so--''

l thought we'd scope it out, then play it by ear.

Don't you think we should have a plan? Angela Lansbury always had a plan.

What if they're waiting for us? What if they recognize us?

- They couId have a gun. Shoot us dead. - lt's been a year.

They could have done that already.

Jodie Foster tried this...

and a skin-ripping serial killer answered the door.

Well, it was a good try.

Adding breaking and entering to our crime spree?

Can l help you?

Hi. Our car stalled down the road...

and we were wondering if we could use your phone.

- Phone's over there. - Oh, thanks.

Um, Jodie...

will you call triple-A?

You got it...

Angela.

My name is Missy Egan. Are you girls from Maribel?

- Oh, no. Southport. - Oh. l went to Southport High.

Yeah, l knew you looked familiar. What year?

- Uh, class of '88. - Your name...

Egan, sounds very familiar.

Did you have a brother or something?

I did, but he was younger than me. David. Younger.

- What class was he? - Uh, '92, but he died last July.

l'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Do you live alone?

Yeah, l do.

Well, my daddy died a long time ago, and my mama--

she's in a home in Aurora...

because she didn't take too well to what happened with David.

Things just haven't been the same since he died.

They're on their way.

l could make you guys a cup of tea while you're waiting.

- Thanks. - Yeah, thanks. That's nice of you.

You know, l think I remember David. He had a friend. What was his name?

Who?

Didn't he hang out with this guy?

They were really close. What was his name?

l don't know. l didn't know too many of David's friends.

But there was one guy.

One guy-- He stopped by not too long after David's death...

and he came to pay his respects.

Really?

Yeah, he was a really nice guy. He was cute and smart.

Well, we were sweet on each other for about two minutes...

but it didn't work out.

He never really said it, but l think it hurt him to be around me.

Where is this oId friend now?

Oh, l don't know.

- Do you remember his name? - Billy.

- Did he have a last name? - Blue. Billy Blue.

Well, you know what? We should probably wait back in the car.

Don't be ridiculous. Why don't-- Uh, stay.

No, l don't want to miss triple-A.

- We appreciate the phone. - Anytime.

l don't get too many knocks on my door nowadays.

You okay?

l wigged out. l'm sorry.

But being in his house, and seeing his sister--

Do you see what we've done?

lt was an accident.

Helen, we killed a man, and then ruined the lives of everyone he knew.

l don't think we're that powerful. You're giving us way too much credit.

- You forgot your cigarettes. - Thank you.

Well, l see you got this car started, didn't you?

Yeah. Damnedest thing. lt started right up.

Funny how that happens.

So what now?

Now we try and locate this Billy Blue.

Maybe he wanted to die.

- What? - David Egan.

His girlfriend was killed on that same road July Fourth one year earIier.

Maybe he blamed himself. Maybe he was waiting for us to hit him.

Yeah, if that'll help you sleep at night.

What happened between us? We used to be best friends.

We used to be a lot of things.

l miss you.

Yeah, well--

Hey, Dad.

Hey, is the washed-up, dried-out has-been having a moment?

What do you want?

We're doing inventory at the store tomorrow. l need you there by 10:00.

l can't. l'm in the parade tomorrow.

Well, Dad put me in charge of the store, and l want you there by 10:00.

The outgoing queen has to ride in the parade prior to the pageant.

lt's tradition. There's nothing l can do about it.

You and your hair. Just so pathetic.

You can leave now.

So very pathetic.

Hello?

What? Oh, my God!

Max!

- You sure he was dead? - Don't ask me that again.

l saw him with these crabs.

You do it.

No, don't even. He was there, goddammit!

And he was wearing your jacket, Barry.

Where'd he go? Did the crabs carry him away?

l swear to God.

l believe you, Julie.

- He came and he took the body. - Why would he do that?

l don't know. Why would he try to run you over?

Why did he make coleslaw on her head? He's fucking with us!

- Let's go back to the house. - Where's your jacket?

He's got us now. This is what he wants. We can't go to the police now.

He's made sure of that. He's just watching us and waiting.

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

What are you doing here?

- l've been looking everywhere for you. - You're gonna die.

Hey! Stop it!

What are you doing? l didn't do anything.

- You're fucking lying! - Leave him alone, Barry.

Wake up, Julie. He's behind this.

-How many fucked-up fisherman are there? -He's after me too.

l got a letter.

Oh, you got a letter.

l got run over. Helen gets her hair chopped off.

Julie gets a body in a trunk and you get a letter. That's balanced.

What are you talking about?

Drop the act. You killed Max and took my jacket.

- Max is dead? - What is it with you, Ray?

You were dogging us from the start, wanting to be our friend...

but you were too jeaIous to handle it.

Fuck you !

Stop it!

We have to stick together.

We have to help each other.

So if it's not fisher-boy here, who is it and how do we find him?

We think his name is Billy Blue.

How do you know that?

Missy said there was a friend named Billy Blue.

Who probably went to school with David Egan.

According to sis, that would make him class of '92.

Elsa was class of '92.

Maybe there's something in her yearbook.

That's him, huh?

Hard to believe that's the guy.

His face isn't splattered all over the road, dumb ass.

Maybe Blue's not his real name.

That's right. He could have easily lied to Missy. We did.

We should bring the yearbook to Missy. lf she had it in front of her--

- She could point him out. - l'm not going anywhere.

High schooI mug shots?

l'll go.

- You've got that parade today. - Forget it.

You need to be there in case he shows up.

- l don't want him to show up. - This could be our chance.

We could catch him.

l'll go to Missy's.

Barry, go to the parade and don't let her out of your sight. lf he shows up--

- l'll pound his ass. - Listen to yourselves.

You sound like vigilantes.

lt's July Fourth.

This is his day.

Whatever he has planned is gonna happen, unless we stop him.

Come on, Julie. Don't you see?

lt's that moment where we have to make a decision.

Let's make the right one this time.

l'm not interested in what's right. l want to do what's smart.

Then let's get the hell out of here. We can leave town. Disappear.

l've already disappeared. Now l want my life back.

We have to face this.

What's it gonna be, Ray?

Over there!

Move!

Move it!

Shit.

Where the hell is he?

Hello.

Please.

Missy, do you remember me from the other day? The car trouble?

What are you doing here?

PIease, we need to talk.

l need to find your brother's friend Billy Blue. l need to talk to him.

Maybe you could look through this yearbook.

What's this all about?

lt's too crazy to explain, but it has to do with your brother...

and last July Fourth.

What about it?

What happened wasn't an accident. There's more to it.

- l know. - You know what?

- He killed himself. - He what?

He went up there to die that night. That's where Susie died.

See, the whole town blamed him for her death...

so he blamed himself.

How do you know it was a suicide?

He left a note.

l had to keep this hidden from the insurance company...

because they wouldn't pay me the money if it was suicide.

That don't much matter anymore...

because the money's been spent.

This isn't a suicide note. This is a death threat.

What are you talk-- What are you talking about?

Your brother didn't kill himself, Missy.

l saw him. l was there, and whoever sent this was there too.

Where did you see him?

He was crossing the road. We accidentally hit him.

My brother drowned.

He had ""Susie'' tattooed on his arm.

- He doesn't have a tattoo. - l saw it.

You didn't see anything! Get out of here.

Get out of my house.

Oh, my God.

lt wasn't your brother.

There's gonna be a lot of people in here who can't hear it.

One, two, three. Now we've got it.

Nobody mess with it. Leave it right there.

Stay calm. l'll be up in the balcony.

He had a hook, Barry.

l saw it. lt was a big huge hook.

Everything's gonna be all right.

l'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Very nicely done, ladies.

And now, let's meet last year's winner...

Miss HeIen Shivers!

As we continue with our pageant, we'll move into...

the talent competition, ladies.

Jesus.

Somebody help him, please!

Help him!

Help him!

Help him! Barry!

Help him now!

PIease don't let him die!

- Excuse me. - He's got him!

- What's the problem? - He's gonna kill him!

- Who's killing who? - ln the balcony!

Everybody stay calm.

Get off of me!

You people move back to your seats. Everything's under control here.

Ma'am, stay behind me. Okay?

There's nobody up here. This is not my idea of a funny joke.

- He was here. - Who?

- The fisherman. He killed Barry. - Barry who?

Who are we talking about? There's nobody up here. Let's go downstairs.

Come on. There's nobody up here.

Watch your step.

Ma'am, l'm gonna take you home. Your parents are worried about you.

You have to believe me.

Why don't you let me take you home, okay?

Excuse me. We'll be needing this.

Come on. Hurry.

So then he killed him with a fishhook.

Yes.

Did this fisherman guy use the same hook to cut all your hair off?

He used scissors, asshole.

Look, l know l sound delusional, but it's true.

l've heard this story before, except the way l heard it...

it was an escaped mental patient who had a hook for a hand.

We're gonna have to take the alley.

Look, you little shit-stick, Mayberry-ass reject...

there's been a murder, and you're gonna fry in hell if you ignore it.

l'll tell you what l'lI do, okay?

I'll contact Barry's parents, and we'll put out a search for him.

He was probably just playing a prank on you.

Oh, Jesus.

l'm just gonna be a minute.

l'm gonna see if this fella needs help.

That's him.

What's the trouble?

That's him!

Behind you !

""Susie Willis killed. Trapped in car.

Driver unharmed. Survived by her father, Benjamin...

a Iocal fisherman.""

Elsa.

Open the door!

Open the door! Hurry!

Please!

What are you doing?

Please, Elsa! Open the door!

Hurry!

Open the door now, please! This instant!

- l'm coming. - Elsa!

You could have walked around. The Broad Street entrance is open.

l'm being attacked!

You're what?

Lock the other door. l'll calI the police.

- What is going on? - Do what l say!

Come on.

Elsa, where are you?

Julie, what are you doing here?

We didn't kill David Egan on the road that night.

What?

lt was Susie's father, Ben Willis-- a fisherman.

But they found David's body in the water.

I know, but l think Ben Willis killed David Egan.

You think this Willis guy killed David, then we killed him?

But what if he didn't die? What if he's still alive?

This is crazy.

Come aboard. Come inside.

- We've gotta find HeIen and Barry. - We will.

You.

- lt's you. - What are you talking about?

Billy Blue. You went to Missy's.

You're the friend.

You're the fisherman.

l can explain.

Julie, wait!

Shit!

- Julie! - Stop it!

Please help me.

Easy, child.

l need to call the police.

On the boat. Hurry!

You in some kind of trouble, child?

Yes. Yeah. l'm in a lot of trouble.

That's a shame...

being it's Fourth of July and alI.

Kids like you should be out having fun...

drinking, partying...

running people over...

getting away with murder-- things like that.

You.

- Ben Willis. - Good.

l see you've been doing your homework too.

Shit!

Welcome aboard, Ray.

Open the door, Julie!

You got no place to hide!

Come on, Julie.

Happy Fourth of July, Julie.

lt was an accident.

l know aIl about accidents. And let me give you some advice.

When you leave a man for dead, make sure he's really dead.

We never killed anyone. This whole year was for--

l know.

The guilt was killing me...

and l had to know who he was.

That's why l went to see Missy.

l'm sorry l didn't tell you, but...

l wanted you back.

l couldn't lose you again.

l love you, Julie.

No one gets me the way you do.

l understand your pain.

Do you have any idea why this man would want you dead?

- None. - Here it comes.

Well, don't worry.

The body will turn up.

They usually do.

l made the dean's list.

Thank you very much.

l miss you too, but I'm gonna see you in a couple of weeks.

l cannot wait. l love New York.

No. Of course, l love you more.

l love you and you know that, but you know what?

l've gotta take a shower. l'm really late.

Julie, you got some mail.

Thanks, Deb.

A towel.

Ray, don't you start with me.

You, mister, can ravage me in two weeks.

Yes, l love you too.