"The Case Of The Fat,Bearded Idiot..."

Arlo: He's gonna crack soon. Then, we'll find out where he hid the body.
Fenwick: He didn't kill her. He's been talking to her on the phone, you idiot.
Arlo: How do you know ? That could have been Comcast that called. I wasn't listening in, were you ?
Fenwick: Well, no but...
Arlo: But NOTHING !!! He killed her, and one more night of stepping on his head and eerily staring at him will do him in. You can see it in his eyes. He knows that we know...And it's tearing him apart.
Fenwick: What if he kills us ?
Arlo: Huh ?
Fenwick: Well, if he knows that we know, what if he decides to kill us ? Wouldn't that take care of it ?
Arlo: Holy shit. You maybe right. Let me think...
Fenwick: It's a predicament, that's for sure.
Arlo: I've got it !!
Fenwick: What ?
Arlo: Let's kill him.
Fenwick: What ?
Arlo: Tonight, in his sleep. We'll sit on his head. Smother him.It'll be easy.
Fenwick: Dude, you are nuts.
Arlo: No, it's the only way. We'll avenge her death, AND save ourselves.
Fenwick: Then who'll feed us ?
Arlo: After he's dead, we'll turn on the stereo real loud, someone will call the cops, and we'll be saved.
Fenwick: You know, it's kinda crazy, but it just might work...

TO BE CONTINUED...