Beneath the Darkness

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Pick a spot.

Take a dump. Let's go.

Who's that?

Hey.

Evening.

Hey, Vaughn.

Hey, Jack.

I see he's got you well trained.

Who's walking who, right?

Whew.

How you, uh...

how you holding up?

It's day by day, you know.

But I'm gonna be all right.

Yeah, these things take time.

Hmm.

Well, exercise helps. I've been running a lot.

And I've been lifting weights.

Can you tell?

I got two tickets to the gun show.

You're a funny son of a bitch, Vaughn.

No, I mean I got two tickets to the gun show.

Now look, I've got my van parked right down the street.

You and I are going to take a little jog.

What's this about, man?

I think you know what this is about.

No, I don't know what this is about!

I think you do... know... what... this... is... about!

Turn your ass around...

and we're gonna run up the road.

All right, Vaughn.

Come on.

Turn around.

Turn around! Let's go.

Damn it, Vaughn!

Turn around. Let's go.

Go home, Max. All right!

Come on, let's go come on...

We're gonna jog.

We're gonna jog. Run.

What are you doin'?

Run. Run!

Let's go. Run.

Come on, let's go. Run.

Almost done.

You dug that pretty quick.

But then again, it is fresh dirt.

All right. One more.

One more.

All done.

Put the shovel right over here.

Right there.

What?

Come on...

Hey!

Open it.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

No, man.

Open it.

Don't make me do this, friend.

Open it.

Ooh-hoo.

What the fuck?

God! Ohhh!

Comfy?

Vaughn, don% do this, man.

Look... I swear to God...

no one's going to know anything about this.

I'll never tell anybody. I'll never tell a soul.

Oh. Oh, please.

Please. Oh, no. Please don't do this.

Vaughn! Look, man, we go way back!

What, it's gonna be our little secret?

Yes, it is.

I don't think so.

Come on.

I'll tell you what, maggot-meat...

What?

I'll leave the light on for you.

Jesus!

Vaughn!

Woo-hoo.

Fuck.

Vaughn!

Vaughn!

Vaughn!

I don't have air!

So someone give me an impression of The Telltale Heart.

Who wants to start?

Danny?

I thought the blue eye was kinda cool.

Okay. Anything else?

He really loves exclamation points.

All right.

Hey, Travis. What about you?

What is Poe really telling us about this murderer?

Hmm. I don't know.

Oh, come on, Travis...

we don't have optional participation in this class.

Say you were encouraging a friend to read it. What would you tell him?

I'd say... you're inside this killer's head.

The longer you're in it, the scarier it gets.

Why is it scary?

Because he's crazy.

Are you sure?

Well, he keeps telling us that he's not.

Abby, what do you think?

I would have to agree with Travis.

He's definitely crazy.

Anyone that would kill somebody just because they had a funny eye.

Damn right. And he slab-chops the dude.

So, Brian, you're saying he cuts him into little pieces.

Right. Then he hides it all underneath the floor.

So why would he go to all that trouble to hide the body...

if he's gonna confess?

I guess because he knew the cops could hear it.

You know? The heart beating and all?

But Miss Moore, I don't think it was beating.

I think he just thought it was beating because he was mental.

Yeah, he was nuts, so he was hearing shit.

Stuff.

Okay. Okay.

So what would make somebody keep hearing something...

a sound, if it's all in his head...

that would drive him to confess?

Travis.

Uh, it was, uh... guilt.

Don't forget, we continue with Macbeth next week.

I want you to review Act Ill this weekend.

To get us in the mood, Travis and Abby will do a scene...

as Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.

Maybe you can come by for pizza, like sevenish?

Sure. We should really go that way.

Okay, Brian. Hold on.

Ooh. "Never shake thy gory locks at me."

What?

Sit worthy, my friends. My lord often thus.

Macbeth. Yeah.

No one has any idea what you two are talking about.

Isn't that where he sees the ghost?

Yeah.

You won't have any trouble nailing that scene.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Uh, does anyone else getting tired of pizza?

Danny, you can get wings.

Abby, we should go.

What are you talking about?

It should come easy...

since I saw something strange the night my sister died.

Like a... like a ghost?

I don't know what it was.

But I saw something.

No, no, please, we're all friends here.

Why don't you share with us?

Brian.

No, I'm just curious. Let me guess.

You called your ghost Richard Headen...

you know, in Dickhead for short.

Kinda like what they call you.

Mm. You're funny.

Aren't I? I'm a funny guy.

Brian, it's his sister.

Oh, fine, he brought it up. It's not my fault.

Nice, Brian.

Travis.

Mr. Sovic.

You were supposed to come see me.

Yeah.

Travis, you've never come out for track or baseball, have you?

Nope.

All you do is P.E.

Yeah, just P.E.

Track tryouts are next week.

I'd like to see you out there.

I gotta go...

Listen a second.

You know what's neat about track?

Hmm.

There's always a goal.

You're always running towards something.

Now, you see...

I think you'd be good at that.

Just not interested.

Not interested, huh?

I see.

I guess I've been wasting my time.

What was all that crap?

The hell if I know.

Let's go.

Sovic's a creep.

Yeah.

Is he even married?

It wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't.

Probably not, man.

Ahh, I think he's got a thing for Miss Moore.

Ohhh, that'd be interesting.

Gotta mow Ely's lawn tomorrow?