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Lying Eyes (1996)

Yeah, come on, come on!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

All right!
Yeah! Whoo!

Timeout, Vikings.

So, he takes me rollerblading. And
we're having an awesome time, right?

But then, he introduces me
to his friend Ryan,

and oh, my God, one look,
and I'm ready to dial 911.

Dana, you have got to stop falling
in love with every guy you meet.

Who said anything about love?

Speaking of "to die for,"
I hear Justin Parker

asked you to the Coolio concert,
Saturday night.

I have to finish that college
admissions essay this weekend.

Wait a minute.
You blew him off?

Justin Parker is only the cutest guy
in the whole school.

I mean, his dimples should
be registered as weapons.

Along with his hormones and shoe-size
IQ, like all the other dweebs our age.

So we mature faster than them,

doesn't mean we have to sit around
and wait for them to catch up.

Mmm.

My dad.

Reminding me I'm still
grounded for getting a tattoo.

Hey, you want to come over tonight?

I better make an appearance at home,
or my mom's going to rent out my room.

Oh, great!

Are you okay?

You mean, even though
I'm gonna lose my insurance

even though, for once,
it wasn't my fault?

Listen, I'm really sorry about this.

I was talking to a client
on the phone, and...

I'm Derek Bradshaw.
And you are?

Amy. Amy Miller.

- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I guess.

Well, that's the most
important thing, right?

And about your insurance...

It's my mom's insurance.

I was going to say that I'd be happy
to have my garage fix your car.

- Bill me directly, of course.
- Really?

Hey, I figure
it's the least I can do.

That would be great, I mean,
if you don't mind.

Call my office. My secretary
will handle all the details.

Law offices...

Maybe you'd rather see
my license and registration?

Sorry, I...
You know, you hear all this stuff.

Well, it's hard
to trust people these days.

Yeah, exactly.

If you have any problem, don't
hesitate to call me directly, okay?

- Thanks a lot, Mr. Bradshaw.
- Derek.

- And, again, I'm sorry about this.
- Yeah.

� I want more
� Impossible to ignore

� Impossible to ignore

So, in this article, we name the teacher
who's accused of the harassment.

We even have testimony
from two of the girls

who have allowed us to use
their names.

You seen my keys, Pumpkin?

But Mr. Stuart, the principal, refuses
to let us print it in the school paper.

I mean, talk about censorship.

There's chicken in the fridge,
and don't wait up for me, peaches.

I've got another sales meeting tonight.

Mom, enough with
the "Peaches" and "Pumpkin".

I'm not a food group, okay?

Did you hear a single word I said?

House to show in 20 minutes.
Love you.

We tuned her up, the clutch was
slipping a little, so we replaced it.

Whoa! The only thing that
needed replacing was a bumper.

Don't worry about it.
It's already been paid for.

And I put your old radio in the trunk
in case you still want it.

What's going on with the water pump.
Is it done yet? Another two hours.

We got to stop bumping
into each other like this.

I hope those aren't too old-fashioned.

I heard the one with Hootie and
the Breadfish is really hot.

It's Hootie and the Blowfish.

Oh, right!

I was just having my car
serviced over there, and...

This is incredibly generous.

- I don't know what to say.
- You don't have to say anything.

Or you could say yes to dinner tonight
at the bistro on Main.

Dinner?

Mmm-hmm.
I won a very big case today.

The kind that you celebrate
with someone special.

And since I don't have anybody
in my life that's special right now...

But you don't even know me.
I mean...

You don't know anything about me.

What say I pick you up around 8:00?

Okay. Why not?

You see, that wasn't so hard.

Actually, I may not be home later,
so maybe it's better if I meet you.

Okay.

See, I'm leaning toward NYU
for next year.

They have this
really great dance therapy program.

So you can devote your life
to helping other people?

Hmm. I really admire that.

Especially in someone
who's still in high school.

Does that bother you,
the high school part?

Not at all.

And what about you?

Does it bother you having a
33-year-old lawyer, feed you dessert?

Thirty-three, really?

I could have sworn
you weren't a day over 32.

Well, I think I can honestly say

that that was the most incredible
dinner I've ever had.

Yeah, I would have to agree.

And the food was good, too.

You know, I really
don't know how to thank you.

No, I should be thanking you.

- Hey, you like stars?
- Stars?

There's supposed to be incredibly
clear skies tomorrow night,

and I have a telescope over my beach
house. Thought if you were free...

Oh, God, you're going to spoil me.

Hey, if you're lucky, I'll even
make you my famous lasagna.

- How can I say no?
- Good.

I'll call you tomorrow,
give you directions. Okay.

I guess I better go.

Good night, Amy.

Good night.

Good night, Derek.

He quotes poetry, he went to Stanford.

He's...
Did I mention he's got a beach house?

And he has a twin brother, right?

His name's Derek. He's brilliant.
He's totally cool. Dana, I'm freakin'!

Take it slow, Amy.
Hey, Dane, anytime you wanna maybe

help me out over here, that would
be great.

Okay. My sister is such a pain.

You know, she was all set
to go away to college,

but then no, she had
to stay and go to state

just to make my life miserable.

- Mmm-hmm. Move.
- Thank you.

So, how old's this guy, Amy?

Well, he's slightly older
than I usually...

What, what? 24, 25?

He's barely the other side of 30,
if you want to get technical.

No way!

But, hey, if you find someone
you can click with mentally,

and who also turns you on,
then...

Excuse me. A 30-something-year-old guy,
who's hitting on a 17-year-old girl?

18, as of last month.

And who said he was the one
doing the hitting? Huh?

You go, girl.

Didn't I tell you it would be
incredibly clear tonight?

It's amazing.

You never really get to see this
in the city.

Hey, you like surprises?

- I love surprises.
- Good. Come on.

- Come on. Have a seat.
- What?

- Derek, you didn't have to.
- Go ahead. Open it.

Oh.

- Do you like it?
- Uh... I don't know.

I mean,
it's absolutely gorgeous, but...

Why don't you try it on?

Wait. Don't look.

Okay.

You look like an angel.

Come here.

Oh, Derek,
maybe I shouldn't be doing this.

We don't have to do anything
you don't want to.

I could just hold you.
That's all.

Amy?
Do you know what time it is?

Didn't you get my note?
I went to a party with Dana.

- Till 3:00 in the morning?
- I'm sorry.

I had to drive some kids home,
and I got totally lost.

Honey, I know
it's your senior year, but

how can you stay out
like this on a school night

and still keep up your grades?

It's just this one time, Mom.

Well, next time pick up a phone, okay?
Otherwise, I worry.

Okay. Go back to sleep.

1759, Fort Niagara, Ticonderoga,

Crown Point in Quebec
fall to victorious British.

And in 1763, The Treaty of Paris ends
the French-Indian wars.

French rivalry...

Listen, a bunch of the guys are
going to get together after practice.

Oh, I can't make practice today.

What do you mean "can't"?

So, is this where you bring
all your other girlfriends?

As if you didn't know
that you're the only one.

You are so beautiful, so sexy.

- I am not!
- Oh, you don't even know it.

Which makes you all the more.

Ah, come here, come here,
come here.

- Oh, no.
- What?

I have to be home by 10:00.
My mom, you know?

But this Saturday, I can stay over,
and I can say I'm at Dana's.

I'm not free most weekends.
Pro Bono case.

I don't think I can get away
till next Tuesday.

So I have to wait five
whole days to see you again?

I'll be thinking of you
the whole time.

Which reminds me...

So you know that I'm not
bringing anybody else here.

And feel free to bring your friends
anytime you want, okay?

- You are so sweet. You know that?
- Yes, I do.

Five, six, seven, eight.
And one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Work it, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Okay. Let's try this again.

Where's Dana?

Probably off flirting
with some guy, as usual.

- New earrings?
- Yeah, they were a gift.

And that cool leather jacket you
were wearing today, that a gift, too?

Dana, if you want to say something,
just say it.

Look, all I know is that
you're seeing some older guy

who buys you expensive gifts...

- Look, it's not like that, okay?
- Okay, fine.

So what is it like?

I really care about him,
and he cares about me.

And just because
he's incredibly generous...

Amy, I hardly see you anymore.

I mean, newsflash, I am
your best friend, remember?

- Oh, my God!
- Amy, your new jacket!

Why did you just ask me
about this, huh?

Oh, come on!

You can't honestly think I had
something to do with this!

- Then who did?
- How the hell should I know?

I mean, unless...

What?

There was some lady asking about you,
before practice, today.

What lady? Asking what?

What classes you take, where you
hang out. Stuff like that.

She was pretty. She had red hair.

I don't think she was a teacher.
I've never seen her.

Dana, why didn't you tell me this
before?

Excuse me! I forgot, okay?
I'm sorry.

I can't believe this.

When you think about it,
everything we do is for women.

The clothes we wear, the car we drive.

That's why there's
no greater aphrodisiac

than when you feel
a beautiful woman

wrap herself
around your little finger.

Hey, check that out.

That...

Is my date.

You like them young, huh?
You're a lucky guy.

Yeah, I am.

I was so right
to buy you this dress.

Every eye in this place is on you.

- I missed you.
- Don't worry.

I'll have weekends free soon.

Maybe I'll take you up the coast.
Come on.

Amy, are you with me?

Oh, just thinking about
something that happened today.

Tell me.

No, it's not important, really.

Speaking of things happening today,
I saw something with your name on it.

Derek, you can't keep doing this!
I've never given you anything.

No, you're wrong, Amy.

Just being with you is
the best present in the world.

Oh...

- You are something else.
- Does that mean you like it?

Well, if you didn't have
to go back to work tonight,

I'd show you how much.

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� A totally amazing mind
� So understanding and so kind

� You're everything to me

� Oh my life

� Is changing everyday

� In every possible way

� And oh, my dreams

� It's never quite as it seems

� 'Cause you're a dream to me
� Dream to me

- Daddy! Daddy's home!
- Yeah, daddy's home.

Oh, you're so big.
You know that?

Hey, how you doing guys?
You have a good day today?

Good.

Ah, sorry I'm late, darling.

Another one of those
stupid client dinners.

Come on.

So, did you guys miss me today?

- Yeah.
- Daddy sure missed you.

Oh, Mom, you scared me!

I thought you were
working late tonight.

Amy, honey, I need to talk to you.

Mom, there's a sleepover at Dana's,
remember? I'm already late...

I found this in the mailbox.

"Your daughter is a whoring slut"

Oh, no. Not again.

What do you mean "again"? Don't
tell me you know who did this.

No, what I meant was...

Is this someone at school,
honey? Something happened?

Mom, please.
It's just a stupid prank, okay?

The other cheerleaders
and their parents

have been getting the same things.

It's probably some dateless
wonder with a pom-pom fetish.

Look, I'm an hour late.
I'm going to take this,

put it in the trash
where it belongs.

Well, at least
they got your sizes right.

It's too creepy.
I think you should go to the cops.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, bummer.

- Cops?
- No, the popcorn.

- I left it in the microwave.
- Oh, I'll get it.

Let me guess.

My boy-crazy sister is going
on about her latest obsession.

- Thanks for the save.
- Sure.

So, what's new?
How's it going with Mr. Dreamboat?

It's great. It's better than great.
It's off the chart.

So, how do you really feel?

Well, it's kind of weird,
though. Ever since I met him,

someone's been trying
to play with my head.

What do you mean?

Well, like, my locker
gets trashed at school.

Then, my mom gets this
creepy package in the mail.

I mean, why would someone
do stuff like that?

Well, obviously,
someone's just jealous of you,

or the attention you're giving this
guy. Who do you think it could be?

I don't know.

- Well, what does your boyfriend say?
- I haven't told him.

Well, I'm sure
it will work itself out.

Wow, this was different.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were talking
to Dana about this,

she'd go on about
how dumb and naive I am.

And my mom... My mom would skip right
to nuclear alert, you know.

I guess it's just
really nice to hear someone

just being supportive for once.

Well, anytime.

I mean, I am not the greatest
when it comes to advice,

but whenever you need to talk...

Thanks, Jen.
I really appreciate that. Sure.

Do you appreciate it enough to
let me borrow that nightshirt?

I'll think about it.

Supposedly, Cindy's going
out with Evan, right?

But according to Tina, Evan paged
her brother at, like, 2:00 a.m.,

and left Suzy Baron's number.

If anyone asks, I went home sick.

- Excuse me?
- And if my mom calls you tonight,

tell her I fell asleep helping you
with a test,

and you don't want to wake me up.

But, Amy, it's not this guy again,
is it? Yeah.

- For you.
- Thank you.

My dad took us to a little place
like this once...

Before he left my mom
for one of his psych students.

After that, I didn't see him much.

He taught psychology.
Isn't that perfect?

Anyway, that was a million years ago.

Derek?

Go, Vikings!

Come on, guys! Whoo.

Whoa! Dana!

Amy. Um, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- Amy, it was just an accident.

Come on. Let's get going.

Shouldn't take too long to repair it.

For the record, do you know the name
it was purchased under?

- Bradshaw. Derek Bradshaw.
- Here it is, Bradshaw.

Two deluxe women's tennis bracelets.

- Two?
- Well, according to this,

one was picked up at the point
of purchase, the other delivered.

Delivered where?

- I'm sorry, Miss, I can't...
- Oh, of course. I understand.

If you'll wait here,
this will just take a minute.

One moment, Miss.

You did say a safety clasp,
didn't you?

I changed my mind.
Just keep it, okay?

"The Bradshaws, 811 Woodlawn Ave."

Good one.

- Having fun? Can I join?
- Yeah. Whoa!

Let me get this straight.

Mr. Delaney, you say
that you started feeling pain

about a week after the accident,

yet you didn't file
for workman's comp until...

Mr. Bradshaw, there's someone here
to see you.

- Not now, Mary.
- It's a Miss Miller, sir.

She says it concerns your wife.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
This shouldn't take long.

Amy...

- You rotten liar.
- I can explain.

Explain what?

That you're married?
That you have a family?

That the whole time you were
sleeping with me, lying to me.

They weren't lies.
I meant every word.

When I saw your wife, your kids...
God, I feel sick.

Amy, listen to me.

My marriage is over.
It's been over for a long time.

Why should I believe you?

I couldn't tell you because
I was afraid that I would lose you.

Oh! I was afraid
that you wouldn't understand.

Amy, I'm in love with you.

I'm leaving my wife.

That's right, I am. For you.

That's why you gave us
the same bracelet, right?

My secretary did that.
It was a stupid mistake.

You have an answer for everything.

Now, okay, okay. Listen, I know that
you're angry with me right now,

and you've got every right to be.

- But...
- Get out of my way!

I was planning
to tell you everything tonight.

Do you know how rare it is,
what we have?

I never thought I could have this,
not until you came into my life.

So I'm begging you, Amy.
Please, please don't throw this away.

- But I can't go out with a married man.
- Of course you can't.

And that's why I'm asking you
for just a little more time,

just so that I can tie up
a few loose ends.

And your kids?

I love my children very much,

and they will always be cared for,
always.

Just like I'll always care for you.

Come on.

All I need is some time, that's all.

Just some time to make sure that
everything is okay for both of us.

Yes, I see.

Of course. I understand.

Hey, Mom.

Well, thank you for calling.

Goodbye.

Another meeting, right?

I know. There's chicken
in the fridge.

That was Mrs. Adams,
your guidance counselor.

She wanted to know why you've been
missing classes

for the last couple weeks.

- What?
- Just a minute, young lady.

While you're explaining,
perhaps you'll also tell me

where you've been since last night.

Oh, come on, Mom.

I left you a voice mail yesterday
saying I was staying over at Dana's.

- Dana's again?
- Yeah!

And then after school, we went
to the beach. What's the big deal?

The big deal
is I called Dana's house,

and her mother said
you were never there.

Are you checking up on me now?

Amy, this isn't like you.

- Who are you hanging out with?
- Oh, I don't believe this.

I mean, you're skipping school.
You're staying out until all hours.

That's it. You're grounded.

- Grounded?
- Yes.

How are you going to ground me?
You're hardly ever even here,

you're so wrapped up
in your stupid job.

That "stupid job"
pays the bills around here.

That "stupid job" pays for the rent
on this house. It pays for our food.

Ever since your father left us,
remember? He left you, not me.

And maybe if you hadn't driven him
away with your needy guilt trips...

I am your mother.

And don't you ever talk to me like
that again! Do you understand?

Derek... What are you doing here?

Ah, it's nice to see you again.
Amy, isn't it?

Right.

Darling, this is that student
I told you about,

the one I had
the little accident with.

Oh, pleased to meet you, Amy.

I'm sorry that you had
to meet my husband

under such unpleasant circumstances.

Yeah, me too.

I just came in
to order some takeout, so...

Perhaps you'd care to join us
for dinner.

Oh, no, that's okay.
It's really nice of you, but...

Then at least sit with us
while you're waiting for your food.

Elizabeth, I'm sure...

You see,
when our children are older,

they're going to go to
the same high school as you,

and I'd love to hear
your thoughts about it.

My husband did say
you're still in Franklin High?

Well, yes, but...

Wonderful. Make that table
for three, please. Yes, Ma'am.

When we first met, Derek was only
an associate in my father's law firm.

- More coffee, Amy?
- Oh, no thanks, Mrs. Bradshaw.

- Oh, Elizabeth. Call me Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth.

Anyway, I think I was dropping
something off for Daddy, or...

Well, you know how it is when
you finally meet the right person.

High school, sweetheart.

You said you wanted
to talk about high school.

Derek specializes in divorce.
Did you know that, Amy?

I don't believe in divorce.
Or what it does to children.

You understand that,
don't you, Amy?

Yeah, I think my order should be ready
by now, but thanks for the coffee.

- It was great talking to you.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

The way she looked at me
with her husband right there.

If that was me, I probably would have
passed out or something.

I have this feeling
that she knows, you know?

Like maybe she's the one
who trashed my locker.

I think you should
drop this guy like a ton of bricks.

Oh, come on, Jen.

He's practically twice your age,
and he's married.

He told me he's leaving his wife.

Well, obviously, he hasn't said
a word to her about divorce.

Well, it doesn't mean
he's not going to.

He will, when the time is right.

And that's why you came
here, to tell me, right?

Because you thought if you actually said
it out loud, you might convince yourself?

Jen, I really love him.

I know how it feels,
but there is no future with this guy.

- Yeah, it sounds easy, but it's not.
- I've been there. Who hasn't?

But you'll be going off
to school in a few months.

I don't know.

What is that supposed to mean?

You're not actually thinking
of giving up college for this guy?

I don't know.

God, why is it so hard?

Because guys make it that way...

If you let them.

Come on.

No message?
You sure, Marge?

Okay. I'll give them
a few more minutes.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Your office said
I could find you here.

Weird old place.

- Anybody live here?
- A couple in their 80s did.

They died. Their kids wanted it
on the market right away.

Mom, I've been thinking about
the other day.

You know, all the stuff
I said about you and Dad.

And I guess that I was just feeling...

I know.

- I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.

I've always been able
to trust you, Amy.

I just want to keep it
that way, you know?

Yeah.

I was supposed to show this place
to a couple a half-hour ago.

Now I'm going to be late for an
appointment on the other side of town.

Well, I can wait for them.

Oh, that's sweet, but...

No, just give me the keys.
I've seen you lock up enough times.

- You sure?
- Yeah! Go on, get out of here.

- I love you, honey.
- I love you, too.

Hello?

Is someone up there?

Get a grip, Miller.

Ahh!

Sorry. We're late.

Over here!

Okay, pop quiz.

"The type of guy
who really rates with you will

"A. Rent videos and crash with you
on the couch.

"B. Work out at the gym
as much as you do.

"Or C. Be super sweet
and nice to your friends?"

Definitely not "C."

Why? What's wrong with a guy
being nice to your friends?

Nothing,
if he's sincere about it.

- But not if he's showing off.
- Like how?

Like inviting your friends to use
his beach house whenever they want to.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Amy...
- Shut up, Dana. I asked her a question.

Come on, Miller.
It's not like it isn't obvious.

- Oh, yeah? What's so obvious?
- Amy, just ignore her.

She doesn't know
what it's like to date a guy

who's actually
nice to his girlfriend.

Amy isn't this guy's girlfriend.
She's his mistress.

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

It looks like we're low on chips.
Does anybody need anything?

No, we're fine.

Christie, you are such a pig.

You look absolutely incredible
tonight.

Look, what do you say
we get out of here?

- We just got here.
- So?

So, I got grounded,
and I had to lie to my mom

for the millionth time
just to get here.

- Amy.
- Derek.

Hey, all I said was
that you looked incredible.

Derek, where were you this weekend?

- I'm sorry?
- And while we're on the subject,

why do we always get together
when you want?

And why do you take me to these
out-of-the-way places,

where you won't bump into any of
your friends or people you work with?

What are you trying to say?

What I'm saying is that,
this doesn't feel like a relationship.

It feels more like I'm your mistress.

That's really what I am, isn't it?
Come on, admit it.

You have no intention of leaving
your wife. Why would you?

This way, you get to have us both.

Look, I have two children
to think about.

You said you'd always
take care of them.

- You said...
- Amy, could we talk about this later?

It's over, Derek. No more.
I really mean it this time.

Are you sure you're okay?

Christie and the others are gone,
so...

I'll be home, so call me
and let me know you're okay.

Dana, are you out there?

Somebody help!

Somebody please help me!

Somebody help me!

Help!

I need help!

Is anybody out there?

Help me!

Help! Help!

Please!

Help me!

Let go of me!
Let go!

- Amy, it's me.
- The door... I heard you screaming.

What are you doing here?

I got tired of talking to your
answering machine. So...

So you come looking for me
in the girls' locker room?

You expect me to believe that?

Your car was the only one
in the parking lot.

The janitor said that you finished
practice a while ago. I was worried.

And then I heard you scream.

And you show up
just in the nick of time.

- Amy, come on.
- Don't touch me!

Why would I hurt you?

You're the most important
thing in my life.

Look, we already talked about this.

This isn't about words.
It's about caring.

If you really care about me,
then leave me alone.

You need some space. Okay.

But that doesn't change the fact

that we're still in love
with each other.

Dinner's almost ready.

- I'm afraid it's chicken again.
- That's fine.

- I meant to get to the store...
- That's fine, Mom.

You know,
I remember when your dad left,

and I was so hurt and angry.

Let me tell you about angry.

And yet, I...
I hid it inside

because I thought if you saw that,
I'd lose you, too.

You'd tell me you wanted to live
with...

And then one day, we were

driving back home from one
of your ballet classes,

you must have been seven or eight.

And you said,
"Are you all right, Mommy?"

And for some crazy reason,
I told you.

I told you how lonely I was
and how afraid and

I will never forget what you said.

You said,
"I'm scared, too, Mommy, but

"isn't it better
being scared together?"

God. I said that?

I was smart, huh?

You still are.

Look, I just wanted to say that

whatever it is that's eating you up,
Amy, I wish you could just tell me.

Talk to me about it.

Thanks.

But everything's fine.

Is it possible that he was being
straight with you, about being there,

that maybe the door was just jammed
or something?

Well, anything's possible, I guess.

In which case,
he's just a lovesick guy

who doesn't like being dumped
and probably saved your life.

Back so soon?
What, no guys at the mall?

No, the way I feel right now, I'd be
happy if I never saw another guy again.

Something happen with that Dan guy
you were seeing? Derek.

Jen, you were right.
It was a big mistake.

The good news is I told him it's over.
The bad news is he doesn't believe me.

Well, since when is breaking
up multiple choice?

She thinks he might be stalking her,

maybe even locked her
in the sauna at school.

- Is that true?
- I don't know.

I don't know what
that word means anymore.

Well look, if you want him to get
the message loud and clear,

you can always use
the direct approach.

- What's that?
- It's simple. Just tell his wife.

Oh, sure. Right.

I'll just walk up to her and say,
"Hi, I'm Amy.

"By the way, I've been sleeping
with your husband."

Well, no, I'm sure it won't be easy,

but I think it'll
definitely solve the problem.

Jen's right, Amy.

If it turns out that it's his wife
that's doing all that other creepy stuff

she already knows anyway and

it'll give her a reason
not to harass you anymore.

It'll kill two birds with one stone.

- Hi.
- Hi there.

- Honey, who is it?
- Hi, Elizabeth...

Mrs. Bradshaw, I don't know
if you remember me...

Sure, at the restaurant
last week. Amy, right?

Yeah. Look, if this is a bad time...

Oh, not at all. Honey, go tell Andy
to get ready for soccer.

They're my whole life, those kids.

- Oh, would you like to come in?
- Oh, no, that's okay. I just wanted...

Yes?

Well, what I mean is,
I came to tell you that...

What are you trying to say, Amy?

That I really enjoyed
our conversation the other night and

you know, if you ever want to talk
about high school, like you said...

High school?

Right. Well, I can see you're really
busy, so I... I'm just going to go.

- You're in love with him, aren't you?
- Pardon?

That's the real reason you came here,

to tell me that you're having
an affair with Derek

and that you have no intention
of letting him go.

No, that's not true.

You deny having sex with my husband?

Mrs. Bradshaw... Do you have
any idea what it feels like

to watch your family, your whole life
be destroyed by some teenage slut?

Look, you have got this all wrong.

If you have any decency left in you,
you'll leave him alone.

Leave us alone.

That is so funny.

Can I offer you some more coffee?
Oh. Here's my daughter now.

- Amy, this is...
- Derek Bradshaw. Nice to meet you, Amy.

Mr. Bradshaw... Excuse me.
Derek is interested in the Rice house.

Your mother's been telling me
all about you, Amy.

- I feel like I practically know you.
- Honey, is something wrong?

Well, I think I've taken up enough
of your time.

Don't be silly.
The pleasure's all mine.

It was nice meeting you, Amy.

Perhaps
we'll see each other again sometime.

Um, Mom,
I forgot something in my car.

I'll walk you out.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Attractive woman, your mother.

Actually, I can see where
you get that fine figure.

You stay the hell away
from my mother.

If you'd just stop playing
these silly games.

Derek, I told you... it is finished.
It's over.

I cannot believe that you're willing
to throw something this special away.

Let go of me.

You think this is easy for me?

You're the first thing I think of
when I wake up in the morning,

and the last before I go to bed
at night.

Your wife knows.

- What?
- You heard me.

You know something?
You'd make a very good lawyer.

Do you think I'm kidding?

I think you're hurt, and I think
you're afraid to trust.

But I also think you're worth it.

- Isn't he cute?
- Yeah, I think he's really cute.

Yeah, I think he's cute.

Yeah!

Come on, Vikings!

- Dana...
- What?

Amy, what is it? What's wrong?

I don't...
I don't feel well. Um...

I'll be right back. Okay?

- All right. Okay.
- Go! Go! Yes!

Oh, God.

Who's there?

Mrs. Bradshaw?

"I warned you slut! Now you die!"

Oh, my God.

Lauren, hey.

Hey. Looking for Dana? She's over there
beating the pants off of some guy.

Hey, Miller.
Over here.

Look who I finally met
while waiting for a table.

- Small world, huh?
- Yeah, what are the chances?

And may I say
that I am totally jealous?

I mean the way this guy
talks about you.

Dana, would you mind
making a phone call?

- Sure. To who?
- To the Pope, to Elvis.

I don't care, as long as
it lasts a while.

Gotcha. It was nice meeting you.

I don't suppose you'd be up
for a game.

Dana tells me
you got quite a bank shot.

Why are you doing this?

Do you even realize
how exquisite you look?

Of course, I wish you were wearing
something I had given you.

What is this, some kind of lawyer
thing? You think if you butter me up,

I'll be your little mistress again?

- Amy, listen...
- No, you listen.

Ever since we started seeing
each other,

someone's being trying to scare
the living hell out of me.

And guess what. It's working.

- Okay, you were right. My wife knows.
- Yeah, I know she knows.

That's why she's trying to destroy
my life. No, no.

It was a good thing you did,
telling her.

Now she's ready
to accept the divorce.

Accept the divorce?
Are you crazy?

She was at my game last night.
She's been following me.

She even left a message
on my locker room mirror.

- My wife was at your game?
- Don't you get it?

It's been her doing
this stuff all along,

and she's not going to stop
until she knows that we're through.

Amy, calm down.

That's why you just
have to leave me alone.

You have to leave me
alone so that it stops.

Whoa, whoa. Easy.

Look, I'll take care of it. Okay?
I promise.

I am so tired of these
out-of-town away games.

I'm so hungry by the time
we get out of school,

and we don't get to eat till after
the game at that awful truck stop.

Hey, save me a seat.

Thanks.

You want to talk gross?
What about guys into piercing?

And the ones who take longer
to get ready than we do.

Yeah, well, my personal favorite
is the goatee, hat backwards,

underwear coming out
of the pants combo.

What, we're not trendy enough yet?

I'm going to meet you guys
back at the bus.

It was his wife. His wife pushed me
in front of that truck.

Amy, I know what you're thinking.
"Come on, Miller.

"The woman followed you all
the way out of town,

"I mean if she wanted to kill you, why
would she go to all the trouble of..."

You got to stop beating yourself up.

"Besides, you probably deserve it for

"getting involved with her husband
in the first place."

Okay. Stop.

Jen...

I'm scared.

I can't sleep.

I think it's time I go to the police.

I would probably feel the same
way if I were you, but... But what?

Well, are you really ready
for your mom to find out?

I mean, that you've been sleeping
with this 30-year-old married man?

We're talking tabloid heaven here...

"Jealous socialite tries to kill
husband's teen mistress."

So what do I do?

- I can't tell you what to do.
- Jen, please?

Okay.

Okay.

If I were you,
I would just stand my ground.

I would stay as far away
from this guy as possible.

You avoid the fire,
you don't get burned, right?

You always seem to know what to do.

Thanks.

Of course.

You're not just Dana's friend.
You're my friend, too.

- Right?
- Right.

- Mom...
- Oh, hi, honey.

Those people want to look at
the Elm Street property again.

Damn. Where are my keys?

Mom, I really need to
talk to you about something.

Amy, I'm running late here.

Sorry.

I do that a lot, don't I?

That's okay.

No, it's not okay. That's not
how I want things to be with us.

Now, what did you
want to talk to me about?

- It's nothing.
- You sure?

Yeah.

- There's your keys.
- Oh. Right under my nose as usual.

If that's Maggie,
tell her I'm on my way. Okay.

- Hello?
- Do you know how much I've missed you?

Derek, I thought I told you that I...

I said I'd take care of that
harassment thing, and I have.

- I need to tell you about it.
- Tell me what?

Meet me at the bistro at 8:00.
We'll discuss it over dinner.

No, tell me now.

I'm being called to a meeting.
See you tonight.

I was starting to think
you weren't coming.

Did I have a choice?

Champagne, please.
The best you've got.

- Excuse me, Miss, but I will have to...
- I'll have an iced tea, thanks.

Very well.

Do you remember the first time
we came here, how much fun we had?

Derek, you know why I'm here
and it has nothing to do with fun.

You sure you don't want
a little champagne first?

You said you took care of this.
You talked to your wife. And I did.

It is your wife, isn't it?
And you told her to stop this?

- Let's eat first.
- No, let's not.

In that case, let's get out of here.

We'll go to the beach house,
discuss it there.

That's what this was really about,
wasn't it?

- You just wanted to get me here.
- Amy, please.

You didn't find out anything. You
didn't even talk to your wife, did you?

- God! I am such a damn idiot!
- Will you please lower your voice.

You were supposed
to take care of this.

You promised.
And now it's just getting worse.

"Derek, forgive me. Amy"

Amy?

I know it's late,

- ..but I didn't know where else to go.
- Hey. What happened to you?

It was his wife. I saw her car.

- She tried to run me...
- Amy, enough already.

Look, you've got to tell your mom
and go to the police.

My mom would freak, and how
do I explain the fact that...

You're not going to be explaining
anything if you're six feet under, ok?

- Look, either you tell her, or I will.
- No, I just need time.

- Ok, I need time to think about this.
- All right. Okay. Calm down.

Come on, I'll call your mom
and tell her that you're sick

and you're spending the night.

We'll work this whole thing
out together tomorrow, okay?

Thanks, Dana.

Hello?

Hello?

- Hi, Mom.
- Hey, honey.

You got a sec? Actually, I'm late
for a big signing at the bank.

Mom, there's something
I really have to tell you.

If it's about staying at Dana's
last night... No, Mom...

I'm having an affair with
a married man. And it gets worse.

That man is Derek Bradshaw,

the guy who pretended to be
interested in the house. Oh, honey.

- That's why he didn't call you back.
- You said it gets worse.

Yeah, you know that thing you found
in the mailbox with the lingerie?

That was just the beginning.

A few days ago,
I got pushed in front of a truck.

And then last night, his wife tried
to force my car off a cliff.

- Mom, she's trying to kill me.
- Why didn't you come to me before?

I was afraid.

Of how I'd react?
Oh, Amy, this is all my fault.

If only I'd been paying
more attention to you.

No, Mom. It had nothing to do with you.
I mean in the beginning,

I didn't even know he was married
and then I thought I loved him.

And then he lied, you know,
and it got really complicated.

- I let you down.
- I just wasn't sure what you'd do.

I'll tell you what we're going to do.
We're going to go right to the police.

It was his wife.
Who else would it be?

My daughter is not a liar, Detective
if that's what you're implying.

Mrs. Miller,
I'm not implying anything.

I'm simply pointing out
that there's no evidence

nor a single witness,
besides your daughter,

that this Bradshaw woman
actually did these things,

or, for that matter, that
any of them even happened.

So in other words,
I'm just a jealous mistress

who wants to eliminate
her competition?

- You said it, not me.
- What about the guardrail?

- Anybody could have written that.
- Or maybe I wrote it myself.

Mom, I'm sorry, but I'm not going
to stay here and listen to this crap.

- Do you have kids, Detective?
- Two daughters.

The oldest one turns 16 next month.
Going on 30.

Then you can imagine what it must be like
to watch her go through something like this.

Look, it's not as if we're
underworked here.

If I had to investigate
every harassment complaint

that came across my desk...
But what if it's true?

What if this woman
actually did these things?

Unfortunately, you're going to need
more than "what if" to make this stick.

Is that what you'd say to your wife
if this happened to your daughter?

All right. I'll check it out.
But no promises.

Thank you, Detective.

Mr. Bradshaw, there's a Miss Miller
here to see you.

Did you say Miller?

I told her you were going into a meeting,
but... No, that's all right, Mary.

Send her in.

Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Bradshaw.

- I've heard what a busy man you are.
- Excuse me, but...

Don't tell me you were expecting
someone else.

Miss Miller, if this is about
that house we discussed...

I think you know damn
well what this is about.

- How much has Amy told you?
- Enough to make me come here.

Mmm-hmm.

Did she also tell you how hard this
has been on my family...

This adolescent fantasy of her's,
us having an affair? Fantasy?

Or how she came to my house to
blackmail my wife? Wait a minute.

You are not actually going to
stand there and try to make me...

Miss Miller,
I love my wife very much,

and I would never do anything
to jeopardize our marriage.

Now, if your daughter persists in
spreading rumors to the contrary,

I will be forced
to take legal action.

You're not talking to some jury

you can confuse with your
fancy defense tactics.

Take my word for it... I am not
someone you want to mess with.

Is that supposed to be a threat?

Call it whatever you like,

but if you so much as breathe
in my daughter's direction again,

I'll be the one taking legal action.

So, concerning this alleged incident
at the truck stop, you're saying...

I was with friends that evening,
here in town.

But you do own a Jaguar, late model,

exactly like the one this girl
says tried to force her off a cliff.

My car was stolen that night,

which I reported hours before
this alleged incident took place.

Mrs. Bradshaw, what exactly was your
husband's relationship with Miss Miller?

Are you asking
if my husband was faithful?

I'm asking what you'd do
if you found out he wasn't.

Detective Meyers,

the only involvement my husband had with
this girl was over a minor traffic accident.

If she's chosen to make more of it,

then she's the one
you should be questioning.

Now, if there's nothing else...

- What did they ask you?
- What do you think they asked me?

- And what did you tell them?
- Don't worry, Derek.

You came out smelling like a rose,
just like you always do.

You know something, darling?

I've been thinking maybe
we should go away together.

- You know, just the two of us.
- I don't think so, Derek.

No, look. I'm sure your old man
wouldn't mind squeezing a few days...

- That's not what I'm talking about.
- I don't follow.

You know, you have any idea
what it's like being

constantly humiliated like this?

Knowing about the lies,
knowing about these girls?

Elizabeth, please... No, I wanted
to believe you every time, Derek.

Every late-night dinner,
every out-of-town conference.

All right, look... I wanted to
believe you because I love you, Derek.

I wanted to hold onto you.

But I can't hold on any longer.
I can't keep living like this.

This Miller girl meant nothing to me.

Do you understand me?
Absolutely nothing.

It was just a stupid
one-night thing, that's all.

That's what you said
about the last one, too.

Elizabeth, I love you.

And I love our children.

I swear... I swear
this will never happen again.

You're right, Derek. It won't.

Because I'm going to make sure
it doesn't.

I'm filing for divorce.
My father will be in touch with you.

I wouldn't think twice about it.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, who was that?

That was the police.
They checked out Derek's wife.

- And?
- And she has an airtight alibi,

which means she isn't the one
who's been trying to get me.

Then who is?

I don't know.
But I'm going to find out.

We've got practice.

Amy...

You realize this is nuts.
This is totally crazy.

Don't you get it, Dana?

It's got to be someone from his past,
someone who never really got over him.

Since I never saw anything
at the beach house,

maybe he's got something
in his office.

Amy, I don't like this.

There's got to be something
with her name on it...

A letter or an address book
or something. Okay.

"Brockway, Grant & Bradshaw"

- What are you doing here?
- Derek...

- I was looking for you.
- Looking for me? Why?

First you open your big mouth
to my wife.

Then you sic your
guard-dog mother after me.

- You've been drinking.
- You ungrateful little bitch.

Do you have any idea what
you've cost me?

Derek, I have missed you so much.

That's why I came here.
I don't know why I did those things.

That's why I had to see you,
to ask for another chance.

You're lying.

Don't you see? I only did those things
because I was so hurt.

Why should I believe you?

You're right.

You gave me everything I ever wanted,
and I... I threw it all away.

Hey...

- Wait.
- No, I've waited long enough.

I just want everything to be perfect.

I want to look extra special for you
just like the first time. Remember?

- I want you now.
- No, no, let me go home,

and change into something
that you got for me.

And then I'll meet you at
the beach house,

and we can be together, alone.

Just the two of us. Okay?

Nine o'clock.

Okay?

I'm telling you, there was
somebody there watching.

They probably heard
everything you guys said.

So whoever it is knows
I'm meeting Derek at his beach house.

Amy, please tell me you're not
thinking what I think you're thinking.

Dana, the police aren't exactly
helping, right?

Which means if I want this person
stopped, I've got to do it myself.

- Hot date?
- She's going to see Derek again.

Amy, I thought you said you weren't.

I have to see him.
I have to find out what's going on.

Don't tell me his wife
is still out to get you?

Well, it's not his wife,
according to the police,

so we think it's somebody connected
to him and the school

because of her locker being trashed
and the message on the mirror.

Yeah. I mean obviously,
it's someone who's jealous of you,

like Christie, maybe.

No. Too vain for something like
pushing me in front of a truck.

She'd be worried about
breaking a nail or something.

Well, what about Lauren?

I doubt he'd be stupid enough
to have dated someone

I might run into in the halls,

so it's probably someone who graduated
or transferred out or something.

You cheerleadered last year.

You know,
like, everybody in your class.

Are you sure you don't remember

hearing about some girl
who dated a married guy?

You know, actually, I did.

There was this girl
who was seeing this lawyer,

and his wife found out about it.

I don't have to tell
you guys what happened.

This girl, do you remember her name?

No, I don't. Sorry.

Well, maybe I can seduce Derek
into telling me.

You're not actually thinking of
sleeping with him again, are you?

I'm his teen mistress. Remember?

Fine, but what if
this mystery person shows up

and tries to kill you again?

That's why you'll be there, right?

Keeping a lookout.

Just like old times, huh?

Yeah.

Remember how shy
I was the first time I came here?

Oh, God.

A toast...

- To what's her name.
- Who?

The girl you were seeing before me.
Whoever she is, I hate her.

Who said I was seeing anybody
before you?

Just tell me her name wasn't Bambi
or Tiffany or something.

Or maybe she had one of those
exotic names like Monique or Arabella.

Enough talk.

- Come on.
- Derek, wait.

Take off your clothes.
I want to look at you.

Just tell me what letter
her name started with.

- Why do you care so much?
- I'm not angry. I'm just curious.

Then why do you keep looking outside?
Is there somebody out there?

Derek, please.

What, is it my wife you're
worried about? Is that it?

- Your wife?
- She's out of the picture, Amy.

We're getting a divorce, which means
we can finally be together.

No more secret rendezvous.

- We can be together whenever we want.
- No, I don't think so.

What's wrong?

You know what, Derek? I think
it's time we end this. I'm sorry.

What is that supposed to mean?

You're a smart guy. You figure it out.

And on second thought,
I'm not sorry one bit.

Amy...

Amy!

Damn it!

Come on.

Amy...

You couldn't leave him alone,
could you?

No.
You had to keep tempting him away.

Jennifer?
Hey, it's not like I didn't warn you.

You even came to me for advice,
for God's sake. But did you listen?

Did you listen
to a single word that I said?

That girl you told me about...
That was you?

Until I got traded in
for the brand-new, improved model.

Jen, please?

I think we're
way past "please" here, Amy.

- But I...
- Just shut up and drive.

Okay, pull up to the edge
and keep the engine running.

- Jen, you can't do this.
- Oh, yeah? Watch me.

- But I don't even want Derek.
- It doesn't matter!

As long as you're in the picture,
he'll want you.

See, he has to win.

That's just the way he is.
He'll never leave you alone.

What are you doing?

I'm helping you commit suicide,
just successfully this time.

It's the only way that I can have him.

Oh, God. Please?

Goodbye, Amy. I wish I could say
it was nice knowing you.

Come on! Come on.

Why?

Because you didn't know
what you were doing.

I love him so much.

I know.

I know that more than anybody.

- Ready?
- Yes! Get closer, real close.

One, two, three...

Oh.

I am so proud of you, Pumpkin.

You know what, peaches?
I'm proud of you, too.

- Come on, Miller.
- Party at Christie's. Remember?

- Yeah!
- Amy...

- I know, be home by midnight...
- Just have a great time. Okay?

Thanks.

Thanks, Mom.

Bye.

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