Malcolm: It's my brother Francis. He escaped from military school and hitchhiked all the way here. He's all scraped up and smelly and hungry and dirty, and now he's hiding out at the creek. If my parents catch him, he's dead. He's talking like he's crazy. I don't know what to do.
Stevie: Squeal.
Malcolm: What?
Stevie: Squeal. Rat him out.
Malcolm: I can't do that. He's my brother. I promised him. I can't tell anybody.
Stevie: You told... me.
Malcolm: Yeah, but by the time you tell anyone he'll be a thousand miles from here.
Stevie: Tou...che.