Devon Sawa credited as playing...
Eric
- Eric: This is rash. This is the rashest thing that's ever happened to us before.
- Kyle: Right, what are we even talking about this for?
- Brad: Why don't we just go home?
- Eric: The guy's a fucking fugitive, man!
- Brad: Great, I hate this, you realize that?
- [Eric breaks a stick with his knee and throws it into the woods]
- Eric: What? What do you hate?
- Brad: Yeah, hilarious, the guy said it was the police that are after him. So why don't we just not do this, okay? Are you even listening to me?
- Eric: No.
- Kyle: Look at this thing.
- [Kyle, Brad and Eric see a old car]
- Brad: What does this say about him? I guess he was a little disappointed.
- Kyle: C'mon, he's a cop, Brad, we gotta help him.
- Brad: We don't- we don't even know the guy, I mean, there might be accomplices. Kyle, the guy's been shot. He needs real medical attention, I mean we could have a real doctor go down there and no one would know the difference.
- Eric: What? Look, you heard what he said, right? The only thing he's got is us. Us three, our shack, our fucking shit, okay? All right? Let's go Kyle.
- [Kyle taps his hands on the back of the trunk of the car]
- Eric: What? Look, you heard what he said, right? The only thing he's got is us. Us three, our shack, our fucking shit, okay? All right? Let's go Kyle.
- [Kyle taps his hands on the back of the trunk of the car]
- Eric: One, two, three.
- [They start to push the car, but Brad stops]
- Kyle: This doesn't have to be a big deal, Brad. We push the car, so what?
- Eric: [shouting to Brad] Here we go, Bradley! Are you in or are you out? Huh?
- Brad: [shouting back] Of what?
- Eric: No, he's a fucking cheese sandwich. I mean, he sucks about this, he sucks about that, he sucks about everything! And now the bullets. Luke can't even protect himself.
- Kyle: He isn't a cop, eh? Yeah, he told me.
- Eric: What?
- Kyle: Don't tell Brad.
- Eric: He told you?
- [They see a cop car at Eric's house]
- Eric: [muttering] Oh, we're in shit.
- Eric's Father: Eric, come over here please?
- Officer Cole: You too sir?
- Eric: Dead, we're dead, we're definitely dead, we're dead, we're dead.
- Kyle: Okay, what are we gonna do?
- Eric: We're gonna say it was as stupid as hell, right?
- Brad: Kyle! Kyle, I am not going back there!
- Eric: Kyle! The fuck happened? Where's the fucking car?
- Brad: Shut up! Kyle, are you okay?
- Kyle: Yeah.
- Eric: We're getting a car! My mom's car! We'll get my mom's car!
- Brad: Shut up!
- Kyle: We'll fucking get my mom's car!
- Brad: Kyle!
- Eric: [to Brad] He's gonna kill him, asshole!
- Brad: Yeah? He's gonna kill all of us, asshole! Do you understand?
- Kyle: Guys, I'm just trying to think, okay?
- Eric: You weren't there! He fuckin' shot 'em!
- Kyle: [Yelling] Guys, I'm trying to think, okay?
- Eric: What the fuck? What the fuck is happening?
- Brad: That's it! I'm calling 911. We're getting the cops in here-
- [Eric grabs Brad]
- Brad: and I'm...
- Eric: You fucking think he wants to hear that? Huh? You think he wants to hear that? You don't care if his brother dies,
- [Eric pushes Brad away]
- Eric: do you?
- Brad: I'm not the one who brought the bullets now, did I? Fucking punk!
- [Eric and Brad fight on the ground, and Eric grabs Brad, by the collar of his jacket]
- Brad: [to Eric] You are a very average, boring stupid guy! With a big mouth and I don't respect you and I never have.
- Eric: Fuck you, you little asshole! You think I respect you?
- [Eric kicks Brad]
- Kyle: [yelling] Stop it, okay? Just forget it!
- [Eric kicks Brad again]
- Kyle: Guys! Stop it!
- Brad: [to Eric] Fuck you!
- Kyle: Just don't do anything. I gotta go s-see my dad, okay?
- [Kyle kicks at some leaves and walks away]
- Eric: [at Brad] Fucking pansy.
- Brad: Shut the fuck up.
- [Brad spits on the ground]
- Kyle: Your old man has a gun?
- Brad: Eric...
- Eric: Yeah, he's got a box of em' in the closet!
- Brad: Why does somebody ask for bullets? To shoot bullets. At what? People. Like, what are we? Five?
- Eric: [sarcastically] He's a cop, smart guy. I mean he's gotta have some
- [Brad scoffs]
- Eric: sort of protection.
- Brad: So we have to get involved in it? Look, If anybody gets hurt now, it's because of us. Or you two, because I'm out of this.
- Kyle: Wait! We'll- we'll just tell him we couldn't get it.
- Eric: What? All right fine, okay, I- I don't even care anymore.
- Brad: Eric, I'm right this time.
- Kyle: Simon, over here!
- Eric: Kyle, what's he-?
- Kyle: Simon, you got it right?
- [referring to the beer]
- Simon: Yes, thank you.
- Eric: Oh, big surprise. He's taking it from...
- Kyle: Oh, c'mon don't be an asshole, just give us our booze!
- Simon: [scoffs] What are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna fight me for it, huh? You wanna come and get it, I'll give it to you, huh? Come and get it!
- [Simon pushes Kyle]
- Simon: C'mon!
- [to Brad]
- Simon: What about you? What are you gonna do about it?
- Brad: [Mutters to Kyle and Eric] Let's go.
- Kyle: [Kyle picks up the gun and points it at Luke] Look who's in charge now! See how this works, you motherfucker?
- Eric: Guys!
- Kyle: Not so fucking tough anymore are ya?
- Eric: Kyle, Kyle, Kyle! C'mon! Kyle!
- Kyle: [to Luke] Look at me! That's what a gun's all about, you filthy fuck!
- Eric: [softly] Kyle, c'mon, Kyle.
- Luke: So what? Use it.
- Eric: [to Kyle] Don't do it, man. Kyle.
- Luke: Use it.
- Eric: Come on, Brad.
- Brad: Kyle, Don't do this, man. Kyle.
- Luke: [Luke is talking on Kyle's Dad's phone] I know where I am. What are you telling me? Kyle, come out here for a second! What? That was a long time ago! Oh, give a break!
- [Kyle comes out of the clubhouse]
- Luke: Wait a second.
- Luke: [to Kyle who is now outside] I'm thinking tonight. Can you help me?
- Kyle: Yeah, sure.
- [Luke motions for Kyle to go back inside]
- Eric: [Inside the clubhouse] It had to look like a break in, Brad. I mean what was he supposed to do?
- Brad: Yeah, but your own dad's car?
- Eric: Oh, fuss...
- Kyle: So- whats your point?
- Brad: I don't know, its just- it's weird. It's something Jake would do.
- Kyle: Jake didn't do it, I did it! He pissed me off. Fuck off, Brad. I don't care!
- Eric: Hey, hey, hey, relax, okay, guys? All right?
- Luke: [Luke is outside talking on the phone distantly] I've had a radio all day, I haven't heard it. Oh, fuck you. Wait, the battery. Can you hear me? Okay, fuck you. Now you hear me clear that time? Listen, your cutting off, Betty? Betty? Hello?
- [Luke starts banging the phone on a old tire wheel]
- Luke: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- Brad: [to Kyle] He just trashed your dad's phone. I'm not kidding, about ten times.
- Luke: [Luke comes inside the clubhouse] Uh, sorry, this things uh, busted. You boys stay out late tonight? Just get me to the road. I can't stay here.
- Kyle: No problem.
- Luke: And a road map. Gotta swipe a car. This is it, boys.
- Luke: What are you doing?
- Megan: What?
- Luke: Go ahead.
- Megan: Oh, you mean ta- yeah. Yeah, right.
- Luke: We've outlined the rules. Very specifically. Women have to take off their tops. Right, boys?
- Megan: That's uh, pretty funny.
- Eric: Go ahead.
- Luke: Turn down the music, Brad.
- Brad: [worried] Why?
- Luke: Brad.
- [Brad turns down the music]
- Megan: Okay, hold on, are you some kind of pervert or something?
- Kyle: [nervously chuckles] Kay, lets say we talk about something else, eh, guys?
- Eric: Yeah but after, I mean the getting shot part. Oh, here.
- [Eric lights Luke's cigarette]
- Luke: That I don't know. It happened so fast. I'm with this dealer guy, right? I'm shaking him upside-down, shaking the change out of his pockets. You see my friend, Bruce, ya know he's a Sargent, he's my boss. Well, he looks at me, so I smile. Then he pulls his .38 out of his pocket. Ping! That's I guess the mechanics of it.
- Kyle: So- so, how'd you get away?
- Luke: Through the window. I fell out. Funny, isn't it? I start shooting back, missing everything, Bruce's coming out, he's gonna do the same thing again. Then I see this cab on the curb just sitting there so I jump in.
- Eric: No way!
- Luke: I got a few days on him anyway. But this pain is real. I tell ya.
- Eric: Um, do you need painkillers?
- Luke: And booze. Can you guys get rid of a car?
- Kyle: [scoffs] Sorry.
- Luke: How old are you anyway?
- Kyle: Fourteen.
- Eric: So?
- Luke: It's just off the road, it's in a ditch. It's broken. It's just sitting there. Push it down a hill so nobody sees it.
- Kyle: Sure, I guess.
- Luke: Well, then do that. Don't make a mistake, this is hairy. You guys might not want to come back and that's fine. But just tell me no one knows about this place.
- Eric: Just us.
- Luke: Okay, okay. I don't know if you've ever been in a real situation, but this is one of them. All I got right now is you guys. I need you to keep your mouth shut. You're fourteen, that's young. Have you learned to do that yet? Bunch of bored kids, huh?
- Eric: Look, the cops didn't even mention you.
- Brad: Okay, it's just that if they do, my parent's will kill me.
- Eric: You know what? The store doesn't even know anything's missing. All right? Okay?
- Brad: Fine.
- Eric: Good, now, shut up. Hey, Luke, I uh, brought you a little present.
- [Eric lays the box of bullets down]
- Luke: Well, well, well, that's what I call good timing little brother. What can I say? Thank you.
- Eric: No problem. So, what's with these handcuffs, anyways?
- Luke: What?
- Eric: Oh, yeah, right.
- Luke: Kind of a strange question. I'm a cop.
- Eric: Yeah, of course. I know that.
- Brad: I don't understand how it's a question.
- Luke: It's all right. Sometimes the brain misfires, Eric.
- Eric: [about the handcuffs] Ow, I closed them too tight.
- Luke: How's it feel?
- Eric: No, Luke, c'mon. They're digging in.
- Luke: We'll, you're a criminal now. Right, Brad?
- Eric: C'mon, Luke, take them off.
- Luke: Nope.
- Eric: [laughs] Very funny. You know what? Whenever you feel it all right?
- Luke: I know. Maybe I'll take this key, and chuck it into the woods.
- [Luke pretends to throw the key into the woods]
- Eric: Shi- Brad, did you see where it went? Brad?
- Brad: No.
- Luke: I'm sorry, bad joke. I wouldn't have thrown it, give me some credit.
- Eric: C'mon, Luke take them off.
- [Luke tosses the key to Eric]
- Eric's Mother: Hi Eric! Back from the library?
- Eric: Hi, Mom.
- Kyle: [whispering to Eric] Catching up on some school, Eric?
- Eric: [whispering back] Yeah, well, what she doesn't know can't get us in a lot of shit!
- Eric's Mother: [to Eric] Study hard?
- Eric: Yeah! Chemistry is really fascinating, Mom.
- Eric's Mother: We're proud of you, honey.
- [Eric nervously laughs]
- Kyle: [after splashing Luke with water] It just pisses me off, that's all.
- Luke: Why, do you respect the guy?
- Kyle: Who?
- Luke: The dick headed guy, Simon. Do you respect him? For stiffing ya?
- Eric: No.
- Luke: Then what do you care? That's what he wanted and that's what he didn't get. Forget all that. I got problems of my own. I miss my girlfriend. Right? Right, Brad?
- Brad: Yeah.
- Luke: Well, there I am, alone in the shack, middle of the night, missing my girlfriend, with all those naked girls you guys got pinned up all over the walls. So off I go, maybe it'll help me sleep. The problem, something must connect your dick to your thigh. Does anybody know about this?
- Eric: Brad
- [Eric laughs]
- Eric: .
- Luke: Well, it hurts my leg so bad, I've got to stop. I'm talking about my health, boys.
- [Brad, Kyle and Eric chuckle]
- Luke: Sorry.
- Eric: No, that's okay.
- Brad: Yeah, it's cool.
- Luke: Everybody does it, it's good for the country. Especially your age when girls are illegal. It's like they're fucking paid not to like it. You see them in the hallways with their new cosmetics. Where do you think they get the money?
- Eric: Kyle, what are you thinking about, man?
- Kyle: What? I'm just listening.
- Eric: C'mon, c'mon, what are you thinking about?
- Brad: C'mon, Kyle.
- Eric: Yeah! There you go!
- [he chuckles]
- Luke: A girl? She's cute. I got ESP. I see her face in the river. Did you tell her you're a pilot? Might help.
- Eric: Hey, we shouldn't stay out in the open, should we? I mean cause...
- Luke: If I can't fix things, I'll be living in the open.
- Kyle: When you leave?
- Luke: When I leave, I got an empty gun. I'm the type of guy I like to have a solution to the problems when they come up. You understand what I mean? Hit me.
- [Eric pours water on Luke]
- Brad: So what do you say we start talking about the plans?
- Luke: Yeah, pretty soon.
- Eric: I brought the bullets.
- Luke: You're a good man, Eric!
- [he takes a sip of whisky and he chuckles]
- Luke: Now, here's to the wind at my back, it's gonna be hairy but, I'm sick of this hiding shit.
- [Megan is outside and knocks on the door to the clubhouse]
- Megan: Kyle? Hello? Kyle?
- Eric: Oh, Kyle.
- Kyle: Megan?
- Luke: [to Kyle] Get the fuck up.
- Kyle: Hang on, I'll come out.
- [he gets up]
- Luke: Hold on,
- [Luke grabs Kyle's arm]
- Luke: let her in. She's already here, right?
- Megan: [Kyle opens the door] Um, hi. Um,
- [she sees Luke]
- Megan: oooh, um, sorry, maybe this isn't such a good idea. Maybe I should just go.
- Kyle: No, no, no. Come on in, stay for a while.
- Megan: Yeah.
- Luke: Yeah, come on in, welcome have a seat.
- Kyle: Thanks.
- Eric: Hi, Megan,
- Megan: Hey, Eric.
- Eric: This is my uncle from Michigan. Weird, huh?
- Luke: Luke, nice to meet ya.
- Megan: Nice to meet you too. Um, Kyle, didn't, like, tell me to to come here or anything. I'm just kind of crashing it. Hey, you're Brad, right?
- Brad: Yeah, actually we met, when...
- Kyle: [Interrupting] So what do you think?
- Megan: What do I *think*? Um, do you really wanna know?
- [Brad laughs]
- Kyle: Just being a smart ass.
- Luke: Just being a smart ass. Yeah, well everybody's a smart ass every now and then. We won't hold it against ya Megan. Hey, guys, I mean to not cause any trouble but, since when do we let women in here?
- Eric: [Eric laughs] Good point!
- Megan: I don't know, those girls on the wall there, they seem welcome enough.
- Luke: They're different. Look what they're wearing.
- Eric: Yep! No women. Unless those women are wearing no tops.
- Megan: Eric, that's *so* mature.
- Eric: Actually, Megan, that's the rules. Right, guys?
- Luke: Those are the rules.
- Megan: Well, If those are the rules, guess I better follow the rules eh?
- Eric: Now we're talking! Take it off!
- Megan: [Megan teases them by lifting her shirt then quickly putting it back down] Woah!
- Brad: I actually thought she was gonna do that.
- Megan: Yeah, you know what? That's because you're drunk, and whoa, whoa, so am I. I just shouldn't have gotten up like that.
- Luke: [after Kyle reenters the clubhouse, he sees Eric on the ground and Brad next to him] Where is she? Your friend caught me.
- Kyle: [mumbling] Luke, what?
- Luke: Fuck! Eric,
- [Luke walks on top of the newspaper article about him]
- Luke: You're face is all bloody. What's your mom and dad gonna say?
- Kyle: Luke, It's okay, man.
- Brad: Just don't hurt us, please.
- [Luke grabs Brad roughly]
- Luke: Fuck! Now I gotta kill him! You had to bring that girl here! You had to bring the little girl here! Eric, you're not going anywhere, buddy, you're staying right there. You two, get a fucking car! Do it now! Do it!
- Kyle: Luke, man.
- Luke: You messed up. You really messed up, son. You talked to that girl, and Kyle, if you call the police, I'll kill him. You hearing me?
- Kyle: Yeah, I hear ya.
- Luke: It's weird, don't take long do it?
- [Luke gets out the handcuffs]
- Eric: Oh, Luke, no.
- Kyle: It's okay, Eric, don't worry, man.
- [Luke grabs Eric from off the ground]
- Kyle: Ow, fuck, ow. Kyle, Please!
- Luke: Go! Get the car!
- Eric: Kyle.
- Kyle: Eric, you can get your dad's gun, right?
- Eric: What? Yeah, sure, I- I can get it.
- Brad: Whoa,
- [stammering]
- Brad: what- what about your dad?
- Kyle: Don't just say it. Don't say it to me unless you're going to do it.
- Eric: Yeah, I'll do it.
- Kyle: Good.
- [Brad scoffs]
- Kyle: I gotta go there. See, I'm worried about Jake. I wanna see him.
- Brad: Shut up, okay?
- Eric: He's going to frisk you.
- Kyle: No, one of you. You, just get me the gun. Get it to me while I'm in there. Some- some signal or something.
- Eric: Wait, you're going to be the one, that does it, right?
- Brad: Stop. Could we actually talk about something?
- Eric: You know what? We know what we're talking about all right, faggot?
- Brad: [to Eric] Shut up.
- [to Kyle]
- Brad: Kyle, do you actually think you can just go up in somebody's face with a gun?
- Kyle: I don't know, Brad. I don't- I don't know what else to do.
- Brad: No, Kyle, if you do this, you wreck your life. That means you wreck all of it.
- [Kyle picks up a basketball and throws it]
- Kyle: Don't be a part of it.
- Eric: [Eric and Brad are outside and find the old car that had hit the tree] Look at this.
- Brad: Shit. This thing is totally wrecked.
- Eric: [gets on top of the car] Like this?
- [takes the crowbar tat is sticking out and hits the car, he gives the crowbar to Brad]
- Eric: What the hell reeks?
- [he jumps down from the car]
- Brad: Oh, God. What is that?
- [the scene switches to Luke inside the clubhouse with Kyle]
- Luke: The cop I told you about? That's where I got this stuff. He wouldn't let me go. I tried to change.
- Eric: [the scene switches back to Eric and Brad] Oh, shit!
- Brad: Oh my God.
- Luke: [the scene switches back to Luke and Kyle] He wouldn't let me. He just kept pushing and pushing and pushing. So I shot him.
- [the scene switches back to Eric who slams the car trunk closed]
- Luke: I don't know if I regret it or not.
- Eric: Fuck! Fuck!
- Luke: [the scene switches to Luke with Kyle] Probably not. I tell ya Kyle, I can't wait till the morning.
- Kyle: That's when they can get the car. What can you do?
- Eric: [yelling out loud in the store] All I wanna do, is get totally pissed, huh? What should we get?
- Kyle: [scoffs] I don't know.
- Eric: Speak up, what should we get?
- Kyle: [louder] I don't know.
- Eric: There ya go.
- Liquor Store Manager: [overhearing] Kids, fuck. I hate them.
- Liquor Store Cashier: Excuse me, I think you boys had better leave.
- Kyle: C'mon. We're just shopping.
- Eric: Yeah, we're shopping, pal.
- Liquor Store Manager: He said you'll have to leave or we're call the police.
- Kyle: Oh, relax, okay?
- Liquor Store Manager: That's it, Barney. Call the police.
- Eric: Yeah, Barney, could you do that for us, big guy? Hey, ah,
- [picks up a bottle of wine]
- Eric: Do you like this?
- Liquor Store Manager: Put the bottle back, sir.
- Kyle: You don't recommend this one?
- Eric: No, you know what? I think that was a yes.
- [he pulls off the cap]
- Eric: Oh, good, it's a screw cap.
- Liquor Store Cashier: Put the bottle back.
- [Eric drinks from the bottle]