Is there anybody else
in the house anywhere?
Upstairs?
Can you hear me?
Is there anybody
else in the house?
Is there anybody
still in the house?
Fully involved.
Sinistral.
Easy one.
S-I-N-I-S-T-R-A-L,
left-handed, of or pertaining
To the left side.
Egalitarianism.
Damn.
E-G-A-L-I-T-A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M,
the belief that all men are
Of an equal intrinsic
worth, et cetera.
How you doing.
Hey.
Lieutenant Owen.
John.
Joe Rosales.
This is my partner, Phil Archer.
Hi.
Nice to meet you. -What
have you got for us?
Well, we found a drink spilled
by an electrical outlet.
But even at 150 proof, the
chances of that igniting...
I can't say it's
definitely arson.
All right if we look around?
Sure.
Carefully.
John?
Yeah.
Where's the kitchen?
What do you mean?
Which room's the kitchen?
That would be over there.
What room's this?
Well, living room.
With part of the upstairs
bedroom collapsed into it.
Strange.
Huh?
WOMAN: Are you looking
forward to living
With your grandmother?
I don't know.
I don't remember her.
My mom hated her, though.
Well, she sounded
excited to see you.
She's got lots of
things planned for you.
MAN (ON TV): Sex!
Yes, sex, dr*gs,
and rock and roll.
And who is behind sex, dr*gs,
and rock and roll but Satan
Himself?
Now friends, we must
save our children
From this dark and
evil temptation
That is visited
upon them by Satan.
[Car door closing]
So I say to you,
friends, we cannot
Let our children
have idle minds.
You know, it reminds
me of something...
Oh, there you are.
I'm so happy to see you.
Come on in and give
your grandma a hug.
Miss Long, I'm Anna Nakashi.
We talked on the phone.
Oh, yes.
Hello.
How strange.
You didn't sound
Asian on the phone.
[Barking]
Oh, hush, Bebe.
Hush now, Bebe.
Oh, it must be difficult for you
with all these strange people
About.
I'll be fine.
I meant the dog.
She's not used to
strange people, you know.
She's very protective
of her mommy.
Well, I should get going.
I'll be checking in
from time to time.
FIONA: Oh, of course.
But please, call
before you drop by,
Just in case I have guests over.
ANNA: Of course.
Fabulous.
Remember, if you
need anything at all...
Oh, she'll be fine.
The only thing she needs is
a good Christian household,
Which I'm sure my daughter
didn't provide for.
Well, if you need
anything, please.
Let me show you
to your room dear.
I'll cook you some supper.
You must be starving.
Grandma, I'm going to need
some new clothes for school.
I was wondering if
I could go shopping.
Shopping?
At this time of night?
There's plenty of
clothes in the closet.
Those are for me?
They belonged to your mother.
They'll do you just fine.
I can't wear those.
You be grateful for
the gifts God gave you.
I'll look stupid.
Now, listen to me,
girl, this is my home,
And you will wear what
I tell you to wear.
Now, sit!
There.
Ah, that'll put the color
back in your cheeks.
Debbie?
Wake up, sweetheart.
Let's get up.
Let's start our day.
Grandma, it's
still dark outside.
I know, dear.
But I want to show
you something.
Up, up, up, up, up!
Now, I want you to organize
everything up here.
Now, what I don't save
you put it that big trunk.
I'm sending it as a care
package to our church's mission
In Brazil.
Lord knows those ungodly
beasts need our salvation.
All right, get started.
When you're finished
here, I want
You to start in the garage.
Get moving.
Idle hands do the devil's work.
Come on, Bebe.
Come on, you.
Good morning.
Bam!
Bam!
Now, don't dawdle after school.
I want that attic finished
before supper, you hear me?
Yes, grandma.
BOY: Guys, what's up?
Hey, Greg.
[Rock and roll music]
Nice dress!
Having trouble
with your locker?
I can handle it.
Morning, Greg.
Good morning, Mr. Rinaldi.
You guys are done.
That's cool.
We were just playing
a little game.
See ya later.
You must be new.
Yes.
These lockers can
be tricky sometimes.
Let me give it a try.
OK.
There you go.
[School bell]
Thank you, Mister...
Rinaldi.
And you better get
to first period.
You're late.
I'll see you later.
Cute, huh?
Yes, he is.
You better put your
tongue back in your mouth.
He's way to old for you.
Really?
Yeah.
I'm Janie.
Debbie.
Hey.
Hey.
What does Mr. Rinaldi teach?
Creative writing.
I'm in his first period class.
It's a total bitch.
Where you from?
Is he a writer?
Yeah, I guess.
Cool.
A writer.
Hey.
Hey!
Did you get Rinaldi
first period?
Yes.
Cool.
Class together.
So, um, what are
you doing later?
Oh, come on.
You understand what I mean?
Uh-huh.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Mr. Rinaldi?
Yes.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Call me Peter.
Oh.
Peter.
I'm gonna be in your
first period crea...
Writing class tomorrow.
Hey, Mr. Rinaldi,
a little help?
Or if you want to, you can
set it down on the ground
And roll it this way.
OK, Mr. R. Just try
and hang on, and I'll
Come over there and grab it.
You know, Todd, if you
spent half as much time
On your homework as you do
on this basketball court,
You might actually graduate
sometime this century.
Well, don't hold
your breath, Pete.
Homework's for pussies.
Oh, I'm sorry, Todd.
Did you say one-on-one?
Well, Todd, there
goes your ass.
Yeah right, Megan.
It's Meegan.
What's with the Malibu Barbie?
That's Mee-gan.
She's perfect, just ask her.
My money's on Mr. Rinaldi.
I don't want to take
your money, Megan.
I'll tell you what, Todd.
What's say we don't
make this about money.
How about we say that if
you win, you pass my class,
No questions asked... no more
homework, no more hassles.
And if I lose?
You start applying
yourself, and you
Give me no less than an A.
An A?
Yeah, an A. What's
the matter, Todd?
You afraid you're
gonna strain something?
Take it out.
Yeah, Peter.
Kick his ass!
[Cheering]
Oh, come on, Todd!
Sorry, Mr. R. You OK?
So long, homework.
He should be educating
them, not playing with them.
[Honk]
That's my ride.
Yo, what's the score?
14-8.
14-8.
Peter.
And what's your name?
I'm Debbie Strand.
I'm in your creative
writing class tomorrow.
Cool.
Oh, uh, Todd, I believe
you owe me an A. Hey, baby.
You playing with
the boys again?
Or the girls?
He's madly in love with her.
Take me shopping.
Very cute.
You like?
Yeah.
Whoa.
No problem.
Just, um, let me know
if someone's coming.
So?
Where to next?
Let's see.
We could, um...
Oh, wait a second.
OK.
Shopping makes me thirsty.
Somniloquist.
S-O-M-N-I-L-O-Q-U-I-S-T,
someone who talks in his sleep.
What's up, guys?
Hold these?
Just kidding.
You, uh... you did the
autopsy on the Strand matter?
Strand?
Burn victims.
Oh, yeah.
There was a lot of assembly
required on that one,
Guys... more like an
inventory, actually.
Well, they were both
b*rned so badly,
There was barely any
tissue left at all.
Could you tell if either victim
suffered from a s*ab wound?
s*ab wound?
Yeah.
Well, I don't know, you know.
With so little tissue,
it's really tough to tell.
Now, if the blade
had nicked a bone,
I might be able to find that.
I thought this was
an accidental death.
Will you take another look?
Yeah, I can take an
extra look, but we're
Going to have to delay
the release of the remains
To the family.
Someone's going to have to
break the good news to them.
Oh, that's no problem.
We'll take care of it.
OK.
Cool place.
Yeah, come on.
Look.
City, beach.
f*cking crazy.
Yes.
And generous.
Now you don't have
to borrow mine.
Cool.
We need to celebrate.
You're bad.
In a good kind of way.
Friends.
[Giggling]
Hello, hello.
Oh, I am so glad
you came home early.
I made cookies.
They're just cooling off now.
Oh, who's come to see you?
Your mother and she
brought her friend.
I think he was
your teacher, huh?
Hi, Deb.
Oh, sh*t.
My grandmother's
gonna hemorrhage.
Where have you
been, young lady?
Answer me.
Where have you been?
With a friend.
Who?
Just a girl from school.
A girl you met at school.
And I suppose her
parents don't mind
Her being out all
hours of the night.
It's only 8 o'clock.
Don't you dare use that
kind of talk with me.
You were supposed to
be home four hours ago
To finish that job in the attic.
I lost track of time.
I'm sorry.
Oh, well.
Well, well, Debbie,
these things happen.
I mean, you're young,
and you're full of life.
But if you want to
remain in this house,
You better learn to give
me the respect I deserve.
Now, when I tell you
something, I mean it.
And you better obey
me and be on time.
God damn it, you're hurting me.
How dare you use that
language in this house?
You're not going to turn
into the foul-mouthed tramp
Your mother was.
Oh, no, no, no.
I'm gonna teach you
a little discipline.
Now, you sit in there, and
you think what you have done.
Tomorrow you'll clean
the garage and the attic.
MR. RINALDI: Now, Joy can't
deal with the spiritual world
At all.
So what she is symbolizing
is is the non-believer.
So we have the devil, and
we have a non-believer.
Good morning, Miss Strand.
Good morning.
Class, this is Debbie Strand.
She's a new student.
[Whistling]
All right, settle down.
Just settle down.
Thanks for helping
me yesterday.
You're welcome.
Please, take a seat.
Oh, my.
OK, moving on.
Miss Wright, could
you pass out this list
Of possible themes for
tomorrow's homework?
OK, now getting back to
what we were talking about,
Joy as the intellectual.
Her wooden leg
represents Joy's soul.
Now, what if he takes her...
Sorry.
From the school room and
takes her into the barn,
Opens his briefcase, and...
What a spaz!
Sorry.
Hey, what are you laughing at?
Meegan, are you all right?
Yes.
I'm fine, thank you.
[School bell]
OK, don't forget to write
a page in your journals
For tomorrow.
Miss Strand, you
need to start one.
Oh, and last call for the
garage sale on Saturday.
Anything you want to get
rid of bring to my place.
We're gonna be there all day.
I also need one kind-hearted
volunteer to help me Saturday.
I will.
I will.
Great.
Two volunteers, very cool.
OK, great.
I'll see you Saturday.
See ya.
OK.
[School bell]
I want to talk to you, Strand.
Piss up a rope, Megan.
It's Meegan, with two E's.
BOTH: Too ease.
I know what you're up to.
What?
Come on.
What am I up to?
Megan?
Well, I know what you are.
You're a little bitch.
Don't show up on Saturday,
you or the freak.
Excuse me, miss?
Debby?
Who are you?
Joe Rosales, LAPD.
This is my partner, Phil Archer.
What do you want?
We need to talk to
you about the... I
Know it's only been
a few days, Debbie.
I really have to go.
I realize this must
be tough for you,
But we'd really like
to talk about the fire.
I don't want to talk about it.
Debbie, the sooner
we talk about this,
The sooner we can put the
whole matter behind us.
I really don't want
to talk about it.
Oh, yeah.
She's gonna be a lot of fun.
Yes?
What do you want?
Miss Long?
Mrs. Long, yes.
We're Detective
Rosales and Archer.
We're sorry for your loss.
I know this is a tough time.
But if we could speak to
Debbie about the fire.
No, you may not.
That poor child has
been through enough.
Now, it's time to
put this in the past.
Ma'am, we feel
like we still have
Some unanswered
quest... questions.
Grieving mother.
Poor thing.
Anhydrous.
A-N-H-Y-D-R-O-U-S,
without water.
DEBBIE (VOICEOVER):
Met Janie, thank god.
More importantly, Peter.
The first time I saw you,
the hate in your eyes,
I knew you were different.
What are you making?
Pepper steak, broccoli, salad.
Oh, my.
No.
No, I just got
out of the shower.
Oh, that's going to stop me.
Come on, I'm hungry.
I'm hungry too.
My hair's wet.
So?
I don't know.
I gave it a sh*t.
Honey, is the stove on?
Honey.
Honey, I need a bed.
OK.
OK.
Let's go get in bed.
Oh, sorry.
I'm sorry.
I am looking forward
to this weekend.
You are?
Yes.
An entire weekend to ourselves.
Well, sort of.
I have two students
coming over to help out.
What?
Wait... what are
you talking about?
I'm talking about the
garage sale on Saturday.
I have two students
from my first period
Coming over to help out.
No.
No.
We are going to the
desert this weekend.
Honey, I changed my whole
flight schedule around.
sh*t.
Uh-huh.
Oh, man.
I am so sorry.
It's OK.
Don't be sorry.
Just postpone the garage sale.
I can't postpone it.
I have commitments to
the art department.
I have two students
giving up their Saturday.
I can't.
This happens all the time.
Come on, it doesn't
happen all the time.
Oh, yeah?
Well, what about my
sister's wedding?
I had 35 final papers to grade.
And besides that, I
don't like your sister.
OK, I really hate your sister.
I'll make it up to you.
You know what?
I... I got it.
Where are you going?
I'm going to see if
I can trade shifts
With another flight attendant.
I need some time away from you.
Marilyn?
Hey, Greg.
Hop in.
No, I'm walking today, guys.
All right.
Later.
Need some help?
Shouldn't you be with
your jock-itch friends?
I just wanted to walk my
new neighbor to school.
Be nice.
Is this fun for you?
Fun?
Yes.
You don't know what fun is.
Debbie!
[Screaming]
Ow!
Ow, my leg.
Ow.
Guess she won't be making
it to the garage sale.
Ma'am?
Yes?
May we speak with
the principal, please?
He's gone for the day.
Your business?
Former teacher of
yours, Mr. Roberts,
d*ed recently in a fire.
Now, maybe you can help us.
Possibly.
Do you remember a student
by the name of Debbie Strand?
She just transferred
out of here last week.
Yes, she left something
of an impression here.
How's that?
She had a nasty
crash on Mr. Roberts.
How long did that go on?
Oh, months.
She was finally suspended
when Mr. Roberts complained
That she had been stalking him.
Stalking?
Oh, the whole thing turned into
quite a soap opera, especially
When he got involved
with Debbie's mother.
Oh, sh*t.
Damn it.
What on earth is going on here?
Nothing.
I was just playing with Bebe.
What do you have there?
Let me see.
They're just clothes.
Well, where did you get these?
Answer me.
I bought them.
Don't you lie to me.
I told you, I bought them.
And where are you
hiding the other things?
Oh-ho, I know
there's more of them.
Where are they, you sneaky
little... get upstairs
And finish packing that trunk.
Hi, Bebe.
Come on.
Yes, that's good.
Oh, yeah.
Goodbye.
Hasta la vista, Bebe.
[Barking]
MR. RINALDI: Yeah, who is it?
It's Debbie.
MR. RINALDI: Oh, hi.
Come on in.
Hello?
MR. RINALDI: Yeah,
come on in here.
Hi.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
No, actually I'm early.
Thanks for helping out.
It would have been nice if
Meegan could have made it too,
But I'm sure we'll manage.
She's such a klutz.
Broke her leg.
Don't you have any compassion?
I didn't mean anything by it.
Whatever.
Are you mad at me?
No.
No, I'm not mad.
I had a really bad night.
My girlfriend and
I were, uh... things
Aren't what they should be.
I'm sorry.
No.
No, I shouldn't be
taking it out on you.
Friends?
Friends.
Great.
Let's sell some junk.
OK.
See, this isn't for milk.
This is for cream.
Alta Dina Dairy... $10.
No?
$5.00.
Nah.
Two.
Two?
OK.
WOMAN: How much
for the lunch box?
MR. RINALDI: A quarter?
WOMAN: I don't know.
Thank you.
Hey, you.
Hey.
What are you doing, girl?
I thought I'd come
check out the junk.
Debbie, does this work?
I don't know.
Peter!
Hey, Janie.
You come to help us out?
Yeah, right.
Does it work?
Boy, that's a cool tattoo.
I don't know.
Here, let's try it out.
It works.
$10.
Why don't I get one of
you grabbing his ass?
What?
I'm not doing anything.
Cool picture, huh?
Bebe?
Where are you, sweetheart?
Bebe?
Mommy's got a biscuit for you.
76, 77, 78... $178.
Get out.
We make a good team.
Yeah, we do.
[Phone ringing]
I'll get it.
Thanks.
It's locked.
Sorry.
The spare key's under the pot.
[Beep]
PETER (ON MACHINE):
Hi, it's Peter.
Leave a message.
MARILYN (ON MACHINE): Peter,
there's a flu bug going around.
Some of the girls are out sick.
I'm gonna pick up a
couple more flights,
So I don't know
when I'll be back.
Probably Monday.
We need to talk.
Bye.
[Dial tone]
ANSWERING MACHINE:
Message erased.
MR. RINALDI: Who was it?
No one.
It was a wrong number.
What are you doing?
Where's the bathroom?
It's right there.
Thanks.
That door's screwy.
Let me get it.
Well, thanks for
helping me today.
You were great.
My pleasure.
So, I guess I'll see you Monday.
Yeah, I'll see you.
Peter, Peter, Peter.
They didn't make them like
that when I as in school.
Where have you been?
I was at church,
praying for my mother.
Oh, praying.
Isn't that nice?
Don't you lie to me,
you blasphemous slut.
You've been out carousing.
Carousing?
I was out with a friend.
Oh, a friend.
Are all your friends
deviant men twice your age?
What are you talking about?
Giving your body
to men... you're
A whore, just like your mother.
Don't call me that.
I'm nothing like her.
Don't you dare talk back to me.
I saw him.
He's the one... the one
you've been writing to.
I'm talking about this.
How dare you?
This is my house,
and I will not
Have this immoral
behavior in it any longer.
Now, I am calling the police.
Then I am calling the school
and reporting this devil Peter.
Then I'll call that
Asian woman and have
You put in a reform school.
You're not gonna do anything.
What?
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
Is that the idea?
Is this how you
raised my mother?
No wonder she was
such a f*cking bitch.
Please, dear child.
Please don't.
I'm sorry, Grandma.
Did I hurt you?
Oh, please, dear...
Get me a doctor.
I'm hurt.
Please, have mercy on me.
f*ck mercy.
You never showed any mercy.
My mother never had any mercy,
and now I don't have any mercy.
It's a family thing.
[Groaning]
Fiona sure has been generous.
She's very excited
about this mission.
MAN: Careful, this
thing ways a ton.
Yeah, I remember she said
that if she were younger,
She'd love to go herself.
Oh, she is.
Spiritual, of course.
Tell Fiona we
missed her at church
And that we're all praying
for her speedy recovery.
Uh-huh.
MAN (ON TV): What prompts
the children to stray so?
Idle minds are the
devil's workshop.
We must show them that
Satan is not the way.
Marilyn?
[Shower running]
I didn't expect
you back so soon.
I certainly didn't expect this.
You have no idea how
glad I am to see you.
Glad to see you too.
What the hell are
you doing here?
Taking a shower.
You know what I mean.
How did you get in here?
Don't you have any conditioner?
How did you get in here?
Your spare key, remember?
Yeah, I remember.
No, don't.
You stay right there.
We will discuss this
when you're dressed.
[Phone ringing]
Hello?
Marilyn.
Yeah, yeah.
No, I'm fine.
Where are you?
No.
No, I'm sorry.
I... you just caught me
a little bit off guard.
So where are you?
No.
No, I didn't.
You left a message here?
Yeah.
Yeah that sounds great.
No, it sounds great.
OK.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, me too.
Bye.
So how's Marilyn?
You have to leave.
Peter.
I just want to have some fun.
Apparently you think there's
more to our relationship
Than there is.
I saw the way that you
looked at me the other day.
I don't know what kind
of a schoolgirl fantasy
You've got concocted
for us, but you
Have to understand
something right now.
There is nothing going on here.
There is something.
No.
There is nothing going on here.
[Door closing]
f*ck!
[School bell]
OK, everybody.
Sit down.
Open your readers to page 212.
That's "Young Goodman
Brown" by Hawthorne.
Read that while I get organized.
We'll discuss it
when you're done.
These are for you.
Well, Mr. Monsour,
this is so sudden.
[Giggling]
They're not from me.
Who?
Be right back.
What's the problem?
They were sent to
my room by mistake.
I assumed they were for
me, and I opened the card.
I thought you were
still seeing Marilyn.
I am.
She must be very understanding.
- No, this is a student who...
- A student?
Are you out of your mind?
It's not what you think.
It might be in your
interest not to go to prison
For boffing your student.
I mean, we all have
our little fantasies.
I just don't think you
should act on them.
I am not boffing my student.
Yes, the flowers are for
your diction and penmanship.
Miss Magray, you're late.
[Dialing]
[Beep]
PETER (ON MACHINE):
Hi, it's Peter.
Leave a message.
[Dialing]
MARILYN (ON MACHINE):
Hey, I'm arriving at 6:00.
I got a great idea.
Dinner at Umberto's around 8:00?
Let me know.
I'm at 212-555-0183, room 876.
Bye.
[Dialing]
CONCIERGE (ON PHONE):
New York Gardens Hotel.
Yes, hello?
Hi.
I'd like to leave a message
for room 876, please.
CONCIERGE (ON
PHONE): Please hold.
Thanks.
Miss Takashi?
Can I help you?
Joe Rosales, LAPD Homicide.
That's my partner, Phil Archer.
I was wondering if we could
talk to you about Debbie Strand.
Sure.
How can I help?
We need some family
background information.
Not much I can tell you.
Anything would be helpful.
Well, She's a minor.
That stuff is confidential.
Yeah.
Do you mind?
Please.
We're not looking
to hurt anybody.
But we have an open
investigation with this fire
Incident, and nobody
wants to talk about it.
Now, I don't want to
call the DA and drag
This kid and her grandmother
into court if I don't have to.
Off the record, otherwise
we do the court and DA thing.
What do you want to know?
[Rock music]
DEBBIE (VOICEOVER):
It is true, this love.
You'll see, with your beautiful
stare that sees only me.
I will stay in your arms
till forever meets...
[Knocking]
What do you want?
You weren't in school today.
I wanted to make sure
you're feeling OK.
Obviously you are.
Thanks for caring so much.
Yeah, where's the witch?
She's asleep, so
you should leave.
Asleep?
Oh, asleep.
Well, good.
Then she won't hear us.
I told you, I'm seeing someone.
Oh, yeah?
Who?
You don't know him.
Yeah, because he doesn't exist.
Yes, he does.
Yeah, who?
Mr. Rinaldi?
Oh, bingo.
Yeah, I think I nailed it.
I've seen the way
you look at him.
You know, every chick in
school has a crush on him.
It's that poetry bullshit.
It's not a crush.
It's serious.
You're nuts.
You know, he doesn't
even know you exist.
Really?
Then what was he doing
with me Saturday?
Oh, because you helped him
with his garage sale, nut bag.
That's what everyone
thinks we did.
Oh, really?
Well, then why don't you show
me what he's been teaching you?
Not interested.
Well, then if you're having
an affair with Mr. Rinaldi,
I better have a talk
with Principal Saunders.
You know, it's just not right,
his corrupting a minor and all.
So that's where we're at?
Yeah.
Let's see what we can work out.
This is gross.
Let's go to your bedroom.
No, my grandmother
will hear us.
But it smells like
that bug spray stuff.
But, uh, I like bug spray.
Hey.
Take it easy.
Come on.
Hey.
Stop it.
You'll rip it.
I'll get you a new one.
Look, maybe we
shouldn't do this.
Look, what the f*ck
is wrong with you?
Huh?
You're not getting
out of this now.
Stop it.
Stop.
No, stop.
Please.
Shut up.
Shut up.
No!
Stop.
Let me help you with that.
Yeah, that's right.
[Groaning]
Big mistake.
Bitch.
Damn.
No means no.
Don't you guys get that?
What is it, you stop
understanding English
When you get a hard on?
Oh, it's too bad your macho
friends can't see you now.
You look so pretty.
Oh, Marilyn.
I'm so sorry about
the other night.
Sh.
[School bell]
Peter?
Yes?
Have you got a moment?
I'm running really late, Joyce.
This won't take long.
Have a seat.
How are you doing, Peter?
Fine.
I could use a little more sleep,
but otherwise no problems.
Everything OK at home, then?
Yeah, perfect.
Uh-huh.
[School bell]
Joyce, if this is all
you want to talk about,
Can we do it later?
I'm late for class.
Peter, sit down.
OK.
Peter, it's been
brought to my attention
That you may be
getting a little too
Involved with your students.
What has that pompous
ass been telling you?
What pompous ass would that be?
Monsour?
Monsour and I didn't
talk about you?
Is there something he knows
that I should be aware of?
Peter?
No.
Peter, I heard about
the basketball game.
Come on, Peter.
Gambling for grades?
The basketball game?
Oh!
Oh, yeah.
Rather unorthodox,
don't you think.
Not to mention setting a
bad precedent, perhaps.
Yeah.
I guess I see your point.
Good.
Thanks, Joyce.
Anytime.
Debbie?
Miss Long?
Hi, Miss Nakashi.
You scared me.
Sorry.
How's school?
Good.
Any trouble with Fiona?
No.
She's OK.
Thanks.
Oh my god.
What happened to your face?
The cut...
Nothing!
Nothing.
I just... fell.
Debbie, you can tell me.
What happened?
Was it Fiona?
You can tell me.
It's really OK.
She won't be doing that anymore.
I'm so sorry.
I should have known with your
mother's history of abuse.
What?
I think it's best
you come with me now.
I like it here.
I don't want to leave.
I have to take you out
of any abusive situation.
And after what those
detectives told me, I...
Detectives?
Would you like some lemon?
I think it's best you
come with me right now.
I'm sorry, Anna.
I just can't do that.
I've got a date.
Of course.
May I help you, sir?
Yeah.
I have a reservation.
Rinaldi for two at 7:30.
Rinaldi?
Yes.
The lady is already here.
If you would follow me, sir.
Here you are, sir.
Hello, Peter.
How sweet.
No... no.
These are my new friends.
This is Dan, and this is Art.
And this is Peter.
Hey, Peter.
If you'll excuse me.
Peter, have a seat.
Where's Marilyn?
She couldn't make it.
Who's Marilyn?
The other woman.
Come on, let's go.
I'm gonna take you home.
But you just got here.
And we're having so
much fun, aren't we?
I said, let's go.
Why don't you go, Peter?
I'll take her home.
Why don't you and your friend
go back to your antipasto?
She's a minor.
Let's go.
I don't want to go.
I don't think she
wants to go, Peter.
It's not your business.
I said, come on.
Let's go.
Come on.
I'm making it my
business, Peter.
Jesus, Peter.
I know.
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
Honey, who's that?
That's her.
Just wait in the car.
I've been waiting here forever.
Peter, thank God
you're all right.
Don't.
You were so great with
those men last night.
- Listen to me...
- Peter...
Just listen to me.
You need some help.
Peter.
Listen, I'm going to talk
to somebody at the school.
No, you can't.
I don't love you.
Don't say that.
Peter?
It's all right, Marilyn.
Just get back in the car.
It's her.
That's why you're
being like this?
This game stops now.
OK, now this right over here?
This could have been done
with a large kitchen Kn*fe.
And if that is
indeed the case, it
Was probably done with
a right-handed sweep,
Like this, from behind.
And it could have
gone deep enough
To sever the carotid
sheath, in which case,
Would have stroked
out like that.
Detectives Homicide, looking
for Principal Saunders.
Just a moment.
Cyanometry.
P-S-Y-A-N-O-M-E-T-R-Y,
blue tissue... anything blue.
Wrong.
S-I-A-N-O-M-E-T-R-Y,
the study of blue light.
Gentlemen, cyanometry,
C-Y-A-N-O-M-E-T-R-Y,
The study of blue in light.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
Uh, yeah.
Mr. Rinaldi, she's in
a meeting right now.
Just ignore me.
Joyce, I need a minute.
We were just going
to call for you.
Please come in and sit down.
Peter, this is Detectives
Rosales and Archer.
They're here because
of Debbie Strand.
We haven't been able to
locate her this morning.
And we understand that
you were involved with her
In some sort of an
altercation last night.
Yeah, I can explain that.
Is something... is she OK?
Well, I'd have to
say no, she's not OK.
What do you think?
What do I think?
Well, the reason I was coming
to talk to Joyce this morning
Was about Debbie Strand.
You see, Debbie believes
that she's... that
We are in love with each other.
Oh, good.
Yeah.
I've tried talking to her.
Nothing gets through.
She's obsessed or
delusional or something.
You haven't done
anything to encourage
This kind of behavior.
No.
No, I didn't.
But you didn't feel it
was necessary to tell
Miss Saunders about this?
Well, I thought
I could handle it.
I thought that it was a
simple schoolgirl thing.
You don't have kids?
I have dozens.
This girl's father was
k*lled when she was a child.
There was suspicion her mother
did it but never proved out.
On top of that, it looks like
both her mother and father
Abused her when she was young.
Nothing about this
girl is simple.
[Knocking]
I'm sorry.
I have a call for Mr. Rinaldi.
It's Debbie Strand.
She says it's an emergency.
[Sirens]
We need to make
this real clear.
You do what we say, or
I cuff you to the car.
Stay behind me.
Debbie?
This is Detective Rosales.
I've got Peter with me.
DEBBIE: Go away.
I only want to see Peter.
He's out here.
Come on out.
We can talk about this.
DEBBIE: No, I don't
want to talk anymore.
Just leave me alone.
Debbie, you know
we can't leave.
We're here to help you.
Let me go in there.
Let me go first.
Debbie?
Why don't you...
[g*nsh*t]
Joe?
DEBBIE: Why did
you bring him here?
Why won't you love me?
No!
God damn it, Peter.
Get back here.
f*ck, this hurts.
Debbie?
Debbie, it's Peter.
Open the door.
You can trust me, Debbie.
DEBBIE: I don't want
to talk anymore.
Debbie, you don't
have to do this.
You come out of there, I promise
I'll stick by you all the way.
DEBBIE: I know how
you really feel.
MR. RINALDI: Debbie,
I am on your side.
I'm on your side, I promise.
Officer down, request backup.
1729 Oxford.
Debbie, you come out of there.
Debbie, please
come out of there.
[g*nsh*t]
No!
Thanks.
Boy, that's a cool tattoo.
It's her.
That's why you're
being like this?
Oh, God.
No.
Oh, no.
What the hell?
Come on.
Come on.
[Screaming]
[Siren]
Oh, my God.
Come on, come on, come on.
Stay with me.
You're not going anywhere.
[Glass shattering]
f*ck!
You bitch!
He's mine!
Marilyn.
Marilyn.
Debbie.
No!
Marilyn?
Marilyn?
Please be...
OFFICER: Don't move.
Officer, there's a girl
in here with a Kn*fe.
Let me see your hands now.
I'm telling you,
there's a girl...
No, shut up.
Get down.
You're making a mistake.
Shut up.
DEBBIE: Get off.
This is ruining everything.
No.
No, no.
Forget her.
I will in a minute.
Debbie, there's no
need to k*ll her.
Peter, we need some time alone.
I know.
I know.
It's just you and me, Debbie.
It's just you and me.
I love you.
[Screaming]
[Screaming]
Peter?
Come on, Peter.
No.
Peter, come on.
Don't die on me, Peter.
Come on.
OK.
OK.
[Sirens]
[Music playing]
Devil in the Flesh (1998)
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