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That's really cute.

- It's fine. - You don't? You wouldn't...

No, no, no. It's fine. It looks good.

It'd be a cute blazer.

All right, I'll try it.

- There's nothing you want here? - No.

Hey! Yeah, I want to try this and this.

Also this...

Bye.

Cool necklace.

Thanks.

Who makes it?

I don't know.

The army?

- Oh, so it's real. - Yeah.

That's dope.

I'm so over fake shit.

- Hi. - Hey.

Hand it over.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- I see you stealing. - Hey! Get your hands off of me!

Jesus, Owen!

Do you know this girl?

Yeah.

I told her I'd spot her on the way out.

My bad.

Say hello to your mother.

So, do you live here, all year?

All my life.

That's crazy.

I've always wanted to meet a real townie.

I'm sorry.

Is that rude?

No, it's cool. It's what I am.

You know, we've names for people like you too.

- What? - Joyriders.

- Emily? - Oh, shit!

That's my mom.

I better go before she thinks I've been abducted.

- True story. - Emily!

I'm Emily, by the way.

Sammy.

All right, girls, good job today.

Okay, let's pick up the balls.

We don't want to pick up balls.

Mommy says we don't have to.

Well, yeah...

Okay? I'll see you at the hart ball tonight.

Bye.

Hi, darlings.

You're a darling, Samantha. See you Thursday.

- Thank you. - Let's go!

Snacks at the country club, okay?

Hey!

You can't let 'em push you around like that.

- Mm-hmm. - You want those people to respect you,

you show 'em you're not afraid of them.

Yeah, well, I don't mind their money.

They'll give it to you, anyway.

Trust me, I've been

doing this job for a long time.

Yeah.

Hey, let's, uh, head to the clubhouse.

There's somebody I want you to meet.

Come on.

Hi. Elaine.

Hi, Emily. Hey, so this is Sammy.

The girl I was telling you about earlier.

- Hi. - Hi.

So the greenfields here are staying for the summer,

and I thought maybe you two would wanna hang out,

hit a couple balls on the courts?

Do you want to meet on the courts around three?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Um...

Take down my number.

You play well.

Who taught you?

Uh, Jerry. I'm friends with his daughter.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- Can I see your racquet? - Yeah.

Your strings are loose.

Yeah, I've been meaning to get it restrung.

Here.

Take this one.

- Really? - Yeah.

I have like, four more.

- Thank you. - Of course.

Do you want to go in the lake?

Huh?

Do you want to go in the lake, with me?

- Uh, I can't... - Don't worry.

You're not going to get in any trouble.

You're with me.

Suck my big fat...

So, the one in the blue is Seth.

The one in the green

is his idiot, fraternal twin brother, Brett.

Our parents have been friends forever,

so they got the brilliant idea that we should

all rent houses here for the summer.

Which is fine. Like it's nice. But it's not the Hamptons.

No offense.

No, it's cool.

I get it.

That's why I already like you.

You're not sensitive,

like my idiot bitch friends in Manhattan.

My friend Lauren threw a hissy fit

because I didn't like her pedicure.

Can you believe that?

But seriously, who gets a "French" on their toes?

Just do it, dude. Don't get scared.

So, what do think about Seth?

Um, he looks nice.

We hook up sometimes.

When we're drunk

or bored.

It's kind of the same thing, right?

Right.

He came over last night.

Do you want to know what happened?

Sure.

If you don't care, then I won't tell you.

Of course, I care.

We drank a 40 in my backyard,

and then he fingered me...

And then I almost had an orgasm, but then I didn't.

Why not?

Why... didn't I have an orgasm?

They're super rare.

Like, only 5% of girls

have them before they're 25.

He's totally obsessed with me.

How do you know?

Trust me, I just do.

What do you think?

Old fart? No. This guy?

No, I'm serious.

I once went to school drunk, just took some shots.

- Would you like anything else? - No.

She got her labia stuck in her tennis skirt

- and she couldn't play... - Oh, god.

For the rest of the game...

- What's up? Look at this. - Hey.

Yes, Seth, you can have one of our mozzarella sticks.

Yeah I know, that's why I'm eating it.

You're welcome.

You see the lifeguard's new bikini?

Yes.

It's disgusting.

- Really? - Yes.

I mean, Brett liked it, though. Didn't you?

Of course, he did.

I told you that in confidence.

Well, you said it.

Um, this is Sammy.

What's up Sammy?

Hi.

You guys should totally come over later.

Um...

We have plans later.

Oh, yeah? Sure.

- Fine. - Fine.

Well, Sammy seems like a chill girl, so...

I think she's down.

You down, Sammy?

- Don't do this to her. - What?

- I'm asking her if she's down. - Don't listen to him.

Are you down, Sammy?

We're busy.

Yeah, we're busy.

All right.

Well, you guys have fun with your plans later.

All right.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Assholes.

Honestly,

I was really scared my first time.

I just, kind of like...

Closed my eyes and lowered my head

until it was in my mouth.

It wasn't that bad.

It was kinda fun.

So you're still a virgin?

Yeah. I mean, technically,

but I like all the other stuff.

I keep them in my wallet, just in case.

I think it's a good idea.

So, I've been thinking about it.

I feel like we should lose it together,

like in the same room,

at the same time.

That way, we can be there for each other,

if it's fucking terrible.

My cousins Becky and Brooke did that.

At some sleep-away camp in New Hampshire.

They lost it to two of the baseball coaches.

It was dark, so it wasn't like lesbo or anything.

What's so great about sex anyway?

I don't know.

I figure everyone's so obsessed with it,

it must be worth some of the hype.

- Hey, there. - Hi.

Sorry.

I'm Emily, Sammy's friend.

I should hope so,

because I do not remember bringing you home last night.

I won't tell.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Are you ready to go?

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

- Let's go. - All right.

Bye.

So, you really don't know who lives here?

Nope.

An agency found the place for us.

Well, like where do the people go when you're here?

I don't know.

I guess they also go on vacation?

Hmm.

Well, aren't they afraid that you'll steal their stuff?

Heh. No.

Why would we do that? We have our own stuff.

Wait. Cheers.

I can't believe your parents paid $200 for that stuff,

it's disgusting.

I know.

Adults are idiots.

What were you and Travis talking about?

Nothing.

But you were laughing.

Was I?

So... he's your brother?

Stepbrother.

When I was ten, he moved in

after his dad, Rick, married my mom.

But Rick died last year,

just after Christmas.

Freak heart attack.

But Travis still lives with us.

What about your real dad?

Where's he?

Uh...

He left before I was born.

He was in the military,

and after he came back from his tour of duty,

he left for good.

Those are his?

Yeah, that's all I have of him.

It's an abomination.

When did the senate become a tribunal

for assessing our president's sexual proclivities?

It's not just about the Clintons.

Screw the Clintons!

It's about the whole damn system.

It's a travesty!

This is not the United States we grew up in.

So, Samantha...

Is everything okay?

Yeah, it's delicious, Mrs. Greenfield.

Thank you.

It's our pleasure.

Girls, what are your peers saying

about this Lewinsky mess?

I don't know. It's summer.

We don't really talk about current events.

But you must have some opinion about it.

Okay, yeah, like she's gonna get

a huge book deal off of this

and never have to work again. The end.

You see, Elaine?

Even their generation can see that the media

has become a tabloid circus.

Heh. I mean, there used to be honor in journalism.

Nothing is sacred anymore. Not even sex.

But it wasn't even sex, mom, it was a blow job.

- Emily! - What?

It's not like it's a big secret.

It was splashed all over

the front page of the New York times,

let's be honest.

You know what I think?

I think the whole thing is just appalling.

I cannot wrap my head around

what on earth that Monica girl was thinking.

Um...

Maybe she thought he loved her.

What?

I don't know,

when she realized that he didn't,

she had already done it

and it was too late.

Emily, Samantha.

It is a woman's job to always know better.

Somehow, our understanding of discretion is getting

lost along the way.

More chicken, Gary?

Of course, darling.

Thank you.

Wait, one sec. Hold on. Hold on.

Wait, wear this.

God! Are you sure?

I mean, you haven't even worn it yet.

- Who cares. - Okay.

Oops!

All right.

- Good? - Yeah.

Let's go get wasted.

Hey, boys!

Samantha, Samantha, this is what you do, okay?

You put one finger right here, the other to your mouth...

And then you suck in.

Wanna try it?

Do you remember your crazy neighbor?

- What was her name? - Sally rubin?

- Sally-fucking-rubin. - She was drunk. She was wasted.

She was trying to hook up with me and Brett

- the whole dinner. - What?!

She put her hand on both of our knees under the table.

She took my mom into another room

and she told her that the tank top

that she was buying me, made me look like a whore.

One more, one more.

Shit, how wasted are you?

Are you okay?

Oh, my god!

Oh, god. Oh, no.

Oh, my god. Oh, hey, come on.

Let's go home. Let's go.

She just puked all over the lawn.

Where're you going?

Wait!

Okay...

I forgot that not everyone showers together

like me and my friends.

Um, it's okay.

I feel like it's weird that your nipples are pink

and mine are brown.

I don't know, really...

I think it has to do with hair color.

Do you have pink hair?

I wish my nipples were pink.

I hate you.

Um...

We have nothing to drink,

only water and grape juice and beer.

- You don't want beer? - No.

- Why not? - I don't like it.

I do!

You again.

Me again.

I'm Owen.

I think we've met?

Yeah, we met.

I'm your friendly, neighborhood shoplifter.

Right.

Your friend's funny, Sammy.

- Let's go upstairs. - Hey, I...

What are you two ladies up to tonight?

Um... I don't know.

What are we up to?

Come out with us. Mitch and I are spinning.

Where?

You ever been to a rave, Emily?

Yeah.

That sounds like a no.

Come on.

Why don't you hang out with us anymore, Sammy?

Huh? Is it 'cause trav

tried dog food when he was drunk?

You all know you're curious what it tastes like.

Yeah, something like that.

Come on.

- This is good. - Bye, boys!

- Bitch. - Nice.

I'm sorry you had to meet them, such jackasses.

I think they're funny.

Mmm.

I kind of think we should go to the rave.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - Why not?

It'll be fun.

We can burn off some cheese calories.

Can I wear this?

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's cute.

You can go if you want.

- No! - Mm-hmm.

Look, we don't have to hang out with them.

We can just use them for a ride and ditch when we get there.

You're my best friend.

I'm not going without my best friend.

- I'm your best friend? - Yes.

- Why? - Do you think

that it's a random coincidence that we met?

Yes, absolutely.

- I don't. - Okay.

- I think it's fate. - Mm-hmm.

I swear, if it sucks, we'll leave.

- Okay. - Yes.

- Okay. - Yes!

Good, because I brought booze.

Oh, no!

This is that stuff, it's disgusting.

We were drinking by the pool the other day.

I know, and make-up.

Uh, where're you going at this time of night?

- Out. - With them?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

- And you are? - Emily.

What kind of party is this, exactly?

Oh, you know, few friends hanging out.

Come on, it can't be that cool of a party

if we're letting Mitch tag along.

- Fuck you. - Hey! Language.

We've got a parent in the room.

Don't worry, Diane.

Ladies?

Man.

Trav.

Don't let them drink too much, okay?

Of course.

Nice to meet you!

- Yeah. - Bye.

But first...

All right.

God!

Let's go!

- Hey! - Hey!

What's up?

You made it. Let's go.

- You ready for this? - What is it?

- Does it matter? - Take a couple.

I don't trust you.

- Don't chew it. - Sammy, take some.

Sammy, come on.

- Come on. - It's like pulling teeth.

Do you know where Emily is?

Fuck, if I know.

This tastes weird.

It's a special cigarette.

Why are you here?

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

No, I mean...

I mean, why are you here?

Why do you still live here?

Everyone leaves.

But sticking around a small town,

your whole life?

That's the stuff of poetry.

I feel crazy.

Don't worry, it won't last.

You comin' in? I'm about to go on.

Whatever.

What the fuck?!

Sammy! Sammy! Stop!

Sammy! Get off of him!

Oh, my god, shit!

Sammy, we've gotta get out of here.

Sammy, help me.

- God! Is he breathing? - I don't know, I can't tell.

- Emily! What are you doing?! - Trying to get him to wake up!

Sammy!

Oh, my god. Fuck!

That car came out of nowhere!

I want to go home.

We can't be here, Sammy.

We can't just leave him here!

An ambulance will find him. Someone will find him.

We have to take him to a hospital or something,

I don't know.

You can do what you want, but I just...

Sammy, we need to get out of here, please.

Please, please, please! We need to get out of here!

My dog tags are gone.

What?

Fuck.

We have to go back.

We can't. We can't.

Sammy!

I'll meet you at your house!

What time is it?

It's almost 11.

Fuck! Oh, shit! I'm gonna be sick.

You're just hungover.

Everything was perfect, as usual.

Well, here we are.

We'll we see you at our...

4th of July party tomorrow, at our house?

Um...

I don't know.

It would be our pleasure,

you'll be our guest.

Um, thank you, Mrs. Greenfield.

And, uh, thank you for the ride.

You're welcome.

Hey.

The truck's not there.

I drove past the spot on the way here.

Have you heard from him?

No. My mom said he was out.

I don't understand.

He was unconscious when we left him, I don't...

He's just suddenly fucking gone?

He probably drove somewhere else.

I mean, Travis comes and goes.

He's always out with a different girl, every night.

I mean, I never know where he is.

Okay.

What? Are you jealous or something?

What?

I just...

I just don't know what you're freaking out about.

I mean, if the truck is gone, he's probably fine.

But what if he's not fine?

What if he went to the police?

What if he's in a hospital somewhere

or a ditch with brain damage?

I don't know... He can sue me and my family.

You think we set you up?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Wait!

I don't... That's not what I mean.

I just... don't like that we don't know where he is.

He'll show up. He always does.

- Hey, have you seen trav? - No.

He promised he was going to help me clean up the front yard today.

It's not like him to promise me something and then disappear, you know?

I mean, is he angry at me for some reason?

Why do you care what he thinks?

I mean, it's not like he just sits around and thinks about us.

Where is this coming from?

Hey, whatever crap-nonsense is going on between you and him,

it stops now, you got me?

You are going to find a way to live under one roof.

I'm late for work.

All right, girls. Pick up time.

Where do you think you're going?

To the lake.

No, we're going to go pick up balls right now.

But I don't want to.

You will pick up these balls, right now, got it?

Hey, Sammy...

Oh, hey, Mitch.

Did you have fun the other night?

Uh, yeah, sure, it was fun.

Hey, so, trav must have been pretty fucked up

that night, huh?

- What? - To let you drive his pick-up, I mean.

It's hilarious, really. He won't let Owen pump his fucking gas,

and he lets you behind the wheel after dropping e.

Except I wasn't driving...

I was outside the rave smoking

and I saw you guys leave with Emily,

right before the cops showed up.

Seriously, you don't have to lie to me, I don't give a shit.

Travis drove us home way before that...

So whatever you think you saw, you're wrong.

God, the car moves on its own?

Oh, I am kidding.

That's why I don't let anybody

drive my truck, for that reason.

Well, I'm not just anybody.

No. You're not.

If you're old enough to cause a car wreck,

you're old enough to drink a beer.

Well, technically I'm not old enough to do both, so, um...

What are you doing for Christmas?

Not sure.

Might go visit my mom in Michigan.

Lucky.

You know I've never even been on a plane before?

If I bought you a plane ticket, right here, right now,

where would you go?

Um...

Amarillo, Texas.

Try again.

No, listen.

There's this really cool art installation there,

it's called the Cadillac ranch.

Uh...

Yeah, it's all these upside down cars, um...

And people go to graffiti them, 'cause they're allowed to.

You know, it's supposed to symbolize freedom,

and the downfall of the American dream 'cause,

you know, they're upside down in the ground.

I've seen pictures of it, it looks amazing.

Let's go.

I'm serious.

Well, I don't believe you.

So, a dog walks into a bar.

Goes up to the bartender and he says,

"you got any grapes?"

The bartender says, "no, this is a bar.

We have beer and pretzels."

So, the dog leaves.

Goes back the next day, he says,

"same question."

The bartender says,

"no, you stupid dog, get the fuck out of here, I don't have any grapes."

So, the next day, the dog comes back, same routine.

Bartender says, "listen here, you fucking mutt,

"you coming back in here asking me for grapes again

I'm gonna blow your fucking dog brains out."

So, dog leaves. Comes back again.

Only this time he goes up to the bartender and he says,

"you got a gun?"

Bartender says, "no, course not."

So, the dog says,

"all right, well, you got any grapes?"

Is that a joke?

That's a proverb.

What does it mean?

You're the scholar, you tell me.

Be a man of your word.

Don't make a promise if you can't keep it?

Am I right?

I hate tupperware, I can never find the right lid.

I don't care.

Oh, my gosh, that is not Emily, is it?

- That's my girl! - Oh, my goodness.

I know. She's beautiful.

You are such a little adult!

- It's good to see you. - What a beautiful young lady.

She really is. Is your friend coming?

- She's late. - Okay.

Well, she could've had the decency to say so after all we've done for her.

Sweet local girl, but a bit clueless with social mores.

- She's not like your daughter. - No!

His mother's in Detroit.

But they haven't...

They haven't spoken in months, I think maybe longer.

I... I... I guess I have to call her...

We're still determining the cause of death,

which is why we need to keep him overnight.

He got drunk and drove off the road.

Isn't that the cause of death, Steve?

There are certain procedures that we have to follow.

What?

Listen, I think we've all had enough for one night.

Di, Sammy, I want you to try and get some sleep.

We'll take care of the rest of this tomorrow.

How're you holding up?

I'm doing fine.

Have you guys seen Sammy?

The puker?

Funny. No really.

- I know. - Uh...

I haven't seen her. But I have a serious question.

Okay.

Was I your first bj?

- It's a serious question. - Don't flatter yourself.

Was I?

Shut up, Brett.

Wasn't that good, anyway.

Here.

- Hello? - They found him.

Where are you?

I'll come meet you.

Ashes to ashes...

Hey, Sammy.

I can finish telling you that story.

So, um, I was in class with Mitch...

And he was just like,

"well, if you don't want to dissect the frog,

I bet Mr. Wellburne will let you sit out."

But secretly, I think he thought I was lame.

And now he's here and I don't know how to act.

How should I act?

Just act like yourself.

'Cause that's worked great so far.

Huh.

You know what this party needs? Some music.

How much did you guys drink?

Relax, we just loosened him up.

Honey, are you sure...

Listen,

my dad wouldn't want us to just sit around

and talk about why he shouldn't be fucking dead, right?

He'd want us to have a good fucking time.

This is one of his favorites...

Feels appropriate for today.

Hey, Owen? Where's my whiskey?

Well, let's dance.

C'mon, Sammy, dance with me.

Come on...

So, is there going to be an investigation?

I don't know. Maybe.

I think we should tell my parents.

Because my dad could get us a really good lawyer...

No. Your dad'll get you a really good lawyer.

Sammy, are you kidding me?

I might be a cunt sometimes, but I'm not a back-stabber.

I'm not gonna fuck you over and if I wanted

to fuck you over, I could've done it by now.

Also... we both know that

I'm covering up for somethin' that you did.

You mean, when I was saving you?

Saving me?

He was raping you, Emily.

No, we were fucking.

That's not rape.

Well, then you must be happy.

What about this situation makes you think I'm happy?

You wanted to lose your virginity this summer and you did.

What are we gonna do?

If he drove off the road,

that means he was fine when we left him there, right?

It was an accident, so...

It'll blow over.

And if it doesn't?

Lasalle: So, Travis drove with you?

- No. - No, what?

No, ma'am. Sorry, dad.

Uh... he drove himself, Sammy, and...

That's Samantha Edwards?

Yeah. And her friend, Emily.

Last name?

I dunno. She's one of those joyriders.

Joyriders?

Sorry, yeah, it's this dumb slang thing our friends made up.

For the rich kids who come to town for the summer.

They like to slum it with us,

get some small town fun.

Couple years back, we met this chick

from Boston who had never been joyriding.

So we took her out in trav's pick-up,

we told her to flash every car that drove by.

She did.

I guess the name just stuck...

So you get to the party. Then what?

Uh, I pop into the booth...

We're in there, on and off, for...

I don't know, about two hours, spinning.

Then the police, showed up.

So I went outside, I found Mitch and we headed out.

And you never saw Travis again?

What about you, Mitch?

Did you see Travis at all, during the party?

Yeah, I mean, right at the beginning when we all got there.

But then we split up.

Did you see him leaving the party?

What about the girls?

No.

So neither one of you saw Travis or the girls leaving the party,

or any other time during the party after you got there?

I mean, I saw Sammy floating around at one point,

but that's about it.

Is that typical?

To go to a party with your friends,

not spend that much time with them,

and have no knowledge of when they've left?

We're DJs.

We don't go to the party to party, we go to spin.

Okay.

I think that's enough for now.

Mind your manners.

I'm sorry. I didn't do anything.

In all honesty, I didn't want to go to the party,

but Emily did, so I went.

And we probably stayed three hours?

Em and I got tired,

so we asked Travis to drive us home.

He said it was too far, so he dropped us off at Emily's house.

And then he went back to the party.

And where is that? Emily's house?

Um, loomis road. Twenty eight, I think.

And what time would you say?

Midnight.

So you guys weren't there when the party

was broken up, then?

No. We'd already left by then.

I'm sorry. I'm feeling really nauseous,

- do you mind if I just go lay down? - I'm fine, mom.

Okay, you sure?

Sammy, you seem like a smart girl.

So I'm gonna need your help with something.

Travis's truck ran off the road

on the northbound side of highway 20,

about half way between the center of town and the party.

Which indicates he was on his way home.

But if he dropped you gals off at midnight,

he wouldn't have had enough time to get back to the party and then leave again.

So he probably went somewhere else.

I'm wondering, maybe you know

where that somewhere else might be?

Maybe I got the timeline wrong?

I mean it could've been before midnight?

I don't remember.

Do you mind if I get a glass of water?

Sure, go ahead.

So how long have you and Emily been friends?

Mmm, since the beginning of the summer.

We play tennis together.

She come here a lot?

Yeah. But, I go to her place too.

Bet it's pretty nice, huh?

It's super nice.

It's not even theirs though,

they're just renting it from some other people.

It's weird.

Rich people are funny, right?

A lot of them came through where I grew up, in lakeville.

You know where that is?

One summer, when I was your age,

I made friends with this girl named Jackie.

Her parents were from Providence.

They were what she liked to call summer-ing in lakeville.

First time I heard a season being used like a verb...

I wondered, why's she wanted to be friends with me, you know?

She was beautiful. And rich.

And I was, well, me.

One night we come home,

and my mother has this terrific black eye.

Her shit boyfriend, Ted, beat her up over $200,

and then took off, drunk.

Of course, I'm trying to calm everyone down,

but this Jackie, she convinces me

that we need to get revenge.

So, we borrowed her parents' BMW,

and drove around town looking for this jerk.

Wasn't that hard to find him.

There's only three bars in lakeville,

and his beat ass Datsun was parked right outside one of 'em.

So Jackie went in, meanwhile, I waited by the car.

A half hour goes by and I'm like, what the hell?

So I walk in

and see her making out with the asshole Ted at the bar...

So I storm in, I rip her off him...

At this point, he's completely toasted.

But I drag her outside

and you know what I find?

The cops.

And her parents.

They had called 911 once they found out the car was missing.

And you know what she does?

She starts to cry...

Says it was my idea to go to the bar and find this guy.

That I had threatened her with a knife,

and forced her to let me drive that BMW...

So, what happened?

Well, they searched me...

Found a Swiss army knife that I carry around with me.

And then I got arrested.

Did you go to jail?

Spent the night.

My uncle came down the next morning

and bailed me out.

Her parents left town and never pressed charges,

so they dropped my case.

But had it gone the other way...

Well, who knows.

I should get going.

Am I okay to leave these glasses in the sink?

Yeah. Thanks, it's fine.

Take care of yourself.

If you think of anything else, you call me, okay?

Stop!

Stop!

You know what I think? I think your generation

watches far too much television, and you get all sorts

of crazy ideas about how people spend their lives.

Most people, they have jobs and families.

They talk about politics and car trouble.

Try new recipes and tolerate rude in-laws.

And that's just about it. That's about it.

Mcclain: Now, go on.

Tell lasalle what you told me this morning.

I didn't tell you the whole truth about that night.

I said that I didn't see Travis or...

- Mrs. Greenfield? Hi. - Yes? Can I help you?

Good evening, I am detective Jessica lasalle,

yorktown county police department.

Can I have a moment to chat with you

and your daughter, Emily, is it?

Detective lasalle, how do you know

my daughter's name?

In case you haven't heard, ma'am,

a young man was fatally injured in a car accident few days ago.

Multiple sources have confirmed

that your daughter was with the deceased that evening.

We have reason to believe she may have been

the last person to see him alive.

It's okay, we're still in the early stages

of investigating what happened that night.

There must be some mistake. We don't even live here...

What's going on here?

This detective says that

Emily is a witness to a homicide?

Homicide? What is this, some kind of joke?

Excuse me, sir, if you would let me explain.

I never said homicide. I said investigation.

Okay, no. You fucking excuse me.

If your rinky-dink police station has any questions

for me, my wife or my daughter,

you can take it up with my firm, Davis & warshaw, in Manhattan.

Gary!

- Gary, yelling does not help. - Emily! Emily!

Stop it! Stop it! Gary!

Emily, open this goddamned door right now.

- Yelling doesn't... - I'm not just yelling.

- I just want to know... - No.

What the goddamned police want with our daughter.

- Okay? Okay? - No.

- Emily open the door! - Please stop yelling at me!

Emily it's okay, we're not upset.

We just want to help you, please.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry. - No.

The police showed up at my house today.

There was a detective

and she was asking questions about that night.

- What did you tell her? - Nothing.

My parents kicked her out.

But then I had to tell them something.

So what did you tell them?

That we did a bunch of drugs and then...

Then Travis drove us back home and then he went out

and that we...

And did they believe you?

Yeah.

So why are you so upset?

Because if I don't give them a written statement,

they're gonna keep the investigation open.

And we could go on trial!

Well, that's why we have to stick to our story.

I don't think I can.

I can't lie anymore.

Oh, you lie all the time.

About bullshit.

So, just pretend that this is bullshit.

This isn't bullshit, Sammy.

These are the police.

I can't... I can't do that.

I'm a good person.

I just had to tell you...

Before we go.

Go?

We're going home tomorrow.

After I give my statement.

You can't just leave this all on me.

But you swore!

You swore that we were best friends!

Please let go of me. Please.

Take me with you. I saved some money...

Sammy! Sammy!

I can't!

I'm 15!

I'm 15 and my parents are taking me home.

So that's just it?

You come here, you fuck up everything,

you just fuck everything up and then you just leave?

Your life was fucked long before I got here.

Oh...

Fuck you, Emily.

No, fuck you, Sammy.

You and this stupid town

are the worst fucking things

that ever happened to me!

I drove the truck off the road.

- What? - I lied to you.

I didn't lose my dog tags.

When we were running away, I realized that

I couldn't just leave him there...

You know, I was hoping that by the time

that I got back, he'd be awake,

or gone, I don't know.

But he was dead. Travis was just dead.

I heard the cops coming,

so I panicked,

and I thought that if...

That if the car had really gone off the road

and crashed into the ditch, that it really actually

would've made it look like an accident...

But it was.

Maybe it wasn't.

You doing okay?

No.

Sorry, I...

Well, I don't mean to laugh. It's just...

People ask that question all the time

without expecting a real answer.

Well, I'm done faking it.

Well, you don't have to fake it.

I mean, not with me at least.

We should go back outside.

I need you, Sammy.

I...

I just think you should go to bed.

I think you're just drunk.

Stop! Stop it!

Afterwards, he acted like it didn't even happen...

Or like he didn't remember it at all.

You know, I thought maybe...

I thought maybe it just wasn't a big deal.

Like I could just forget about it forever.

And for a while I could.

But I saw you guys in the woods...

And I just snapped.

And before I knew it, there he was, on the ground.

Bleeding.

So, that's what you meant...

When you said you were saving me...

But...

I didn't want someone to die.

And you think that I did?

I don't know!

I don't know.

Maybe you're right!

Maybe it wasn't an accident.

Maybe you didn't tell me about Travis

because you didn't want me to know how much you hated him.

You're right! I did hate him.

But I also I loved him...

And now he's gone.

Because of me.

How do I... How do I live with that?

Lasalle: Got here as fast as I could.

So Emily, why don't you go ahead.

Sammy...

Drove the truck when we left the party that night.

She was paranoid, because Travis was drunk.

Um, when we got back to my house,

me and Sammy fell asleep.

Honestly, I wasn't ready to home yet,

so Travis and I ended up

leaving to go back to the rave.

But then as we got closer we heard sirens.

And we figured that the party got busted or something.

So we ended up pulling off to the side of the road

and hung out.

Um, we were talking in the truck...

And then he kissed me.

And then he got on top of me

and I couldn't move...

And... I panicked

and I told him that I wanted to stop.

And he kept going

and he started unbuttoning his pants...

And I told him, "no."

And he put his hand over my mouth

and I couldn't breathe.

And I've never done anything like that before,

so I didn't know what was going on.

And I was scared.

Um, but during, he said...

"You know that you want this..."

"Because a girl who keeps condoms in her wallet

knows she wants to be fucked."

Seems they were headed back to the party,

when they saw authorities approaching.

Travis tried to make a u-turn,

but started spinning, the car skidded out of control,

the girl somehow managed to eject herself

from the vehicle on the passenger side

just before it fell into the precipice...

At least we can put this all to rest...

Finally.

We'll see that our end is handled

as quickly as possible.

There must be something you want to snack on, sweetheart.

We have a four-hour drive ahead of us.

I'm not stopping at Roy Rodgers

despite what your father might think.

How about the chips?

No calories on a road trip, right?

Wait, honey. Please.

Would you just come sit with me? Just for a minute.

We sure do appreciate your business this summer, Mrs. Greenfield.

Ah, thank you.

Keep... keep it.

Take the bag, baby.

You know, life's funny.

It's 17 years ago,

exactly,

to the day, that...

Your father walked out that door and didn't come back.

I mean, he said he was just going to the convenience store.

But then he looked at me

all big, fat,

and pregnant...

And then he left.

But I'm fine.

We're fine.

Am I the worst thing that's ever happened to you?

You're the only thing that's ever happened to me.

It's just, sometimes,

I think that...

That you wish that it was...

That it was me

that was gone and not the rest.

No!

Oh, baby.

What would I do without you?

Sheriff, what do you think?

That story Emily told us.

Do you think it's true?

A young man is dead,

two girls are alive, sleeping in their beds tonight.

So in this case, Jessica,

I'm willing to settle for the fact that it's true enough.