All language subtitles for Cherry.Crush.2007.DVDRip.XviD-ESPiSE

(young man)
I would say
each of them

had their own motives
for doing it.

And I didn't put them
under a spell or slip
GHB into their Red Bull.

Put your shoulders back.

In fact, a lot
of them came to me

after they saw
the shots I did.

That's great
right there.

(man)
So they were so blown away
by your photography

that they came to you
and they begged you to
photograph them in the buff

and then post
their pictures
on the Net?

It's not a porn thing
like you're making it
out to be.

Did you have sex
with these girls?

There were rules.

Rules?
Really?

I would never shoot
the same girl twice.

I would never post
anything that would
reveal their faces.

These were simple rules
that I came up with

so I wouldn't end up
in a situation like this.

The most important
rule was no sex.
Just pictures.

We found ten girls
on the site. Does that
sound about right?

Honey Delight.
Ruby Satin.

Sherry-licious.

Where'd you get
these names?

Lipsticks.

Your favorite shade?

So, since we can't
see their faces,

why don't you just
tell us who they
really are?

Their names were
gonna remain
out of this.

How many of them
were underage again?

None of them
are underage.

They're all
in my year.

Can you prove that?

Stop, stop.

Are you gonna
charge him with
the crime or not?

I'm trying
to work that out.

What is there to work out?
No one has leveled a
charge against Jordan.

No one's come forward
to admit that they're
on the site.

So, the only thing
you're gonna
accomplish

by letting this out
of closed doors, is to
tarnish Xavier's reputation.

And not to mention
your family's
good name.

I'm sure the press'll
love it, but it's not in
the best interest of Xavier.

Dean Mullen, it's your call.
If you want me to
pursue this, I will.

I don't think that'll
be necessary, Detective.

Jordan. I think I speak
for both your parents
and myself

when I say that you have
placed us in an extremely
precarious position.

Your father has
rendered invaluable
counsel service

to this school
over the years,

not to mention
our personal friendship.

And even so, after speaking
to the headmaster
and the trusties,

the only solution
we can come up with
is expulsion.

(Jordan)
Deep down
I didn't care

that the pictures
got me kicked out.

Or that they
landed me here.
Edgerton High.

Three miles from Xavier,
but it felt more
like a million.

My name is Jordan Wells.

A marketer's report
on me would read
something like this.

Rich, privileged.

Future doctor.
Future lawyer.

Future somebody.

It would be accurate
but incomplete.

It probably wouldn't
include confused,
indecisive,

Iacks confidence.

Kids like me,
our lives don't
happen by accident.

They're scripted
very tightly.

At Edgerton,

I thought I could
loosen things
up a bit.

[school bell rings]

The record will show that
I started my new school
on September 23rd.

I enrolled in some
AP classes.

Joined the photo club.

Figured I'd just fly
under the radar
for a while.

Write my own story.

(Mr. Wells)
Jordan, Jordan.

(Jordan)
Of course my dad had
a few ideas of his own.

M hmm.

[whispers]
Look at this.

Yeah, alright.
Keep me posted

because I wanna close
by next week.

Alright.
Bye-bye.

What do you think?

It's an art school
for troubled kids?

Mhmm.

Whose funding is
on the chopping block.

I'm considering chairing
their foundation.

I was thinking you
and I could co-chair.

I don't really know
anything about charing
a foundation, Dad.

So what?

Jordan.

Getting decent grades
in chem lab and
world studies

might move your resume
to the top of the stack

if you're looking
to make a career
at some coffee bar,

but if you aspire
to greater heights,
Jordan,

then you gotta distinguish
yourself from the pack.

Fine.

Fine.

Your friend Desiree chaired
the Chocolate Ball at
the club last winter.

Why don't you
give her a call?
Maybe she could help us.

I'll think
about it.

I wanna make sure
it's worth my time.

How could it not be?
We're talking about
saving an art school

for city kids.
Come on.

It's not the kids!
If I'm gonna be
putting in the hours,

I wanna make sure
you're really
in with this.

I'm a busy girl.

Are you still
at your dad's office?

Yeah. I'm officially a
New Visions Justice
Professional.

Which is what?
A glorified name

for someone who
delivers coffee to
the assistant DAs?

Ha!
Lunches, too.

Yeah. And l
pick up their laundry.

There's a lot of aspects
to fighting crime.

Which brings us
back to you.

How did Ben
talk you into this?

This?

Yeah, this.
Art project,
museum kids.

I bet your sabotage effort
really knocked him
on his ass.

And don't bother
telling me that's
not what it was.

I know you.
Sometimes even better
than you know yourself.

Then, I bet you know
the answer, Des.

Jordan, they just want
what's best for you.
Is that so bad?

I guess not.

You get that
shot, bitch?

[crowd cheers]

[cheerleaders singing]

[loud cheering of crowd]

(Jordan)
If you were at
the game that night,

you would've
noticed her, too.

We all have ways
of showing our defiance.

She flashed hers
like a roadside
attraction.

Daring you to drive by
without taking a look.

Of course I wanted
to shoot her the
moment I saw her.

She had everything
I looked for
in a subject.

Loneliness.

Mystery.

You guys
look miserable.

Okay? Y earbook's
for a lifetime.
Let's smile.

A lot of kids hide
who they really are.

They become masters
at doing it.

Behind perfect GPAs.

Behind fixed smiles.

Designer clothes.

The kids they
hang out with.

Some have been hiding
so long, they don't know
who they are anymore.

That's what I've tried
to find with my camera.

Who they really are.

[indistinct conversation]

Any recommendation
on a good read?

By a woman,
about a woman,

but required
reading for men.

The A wakening.
Hm.

Doesn't this end with
a suicidal drowning?

It's like the ultimate
form of sleeping.

It's kind of a contrast,
wouldn't you say?

Edna awakened to the fact
that in her society she was
nothing more than chattel.

And her mentor,
Mademoiselle Reisz,
taught her

that the artist must posses
a courageous soul which
dares and defies.

She felt like the only way
she could courageously act
in such a society

was to refuse
to live in it,
to defy it by death.

That's a very
fair assessment.

But wouldn't you say
the ending's weak?

You'd do it
differently?

Sure. I'd fake
my own death.

Set up a shop in some
tropical island.

You'd run away.

I would live to fight
another day.

And paint many,
many more.

(Trish)
We're out.
Shay, you coming?

No, I think
I'm gonna stay
and finish this.

Whatever.

What's your name?

Jordan Wells.

Shay Bettencourt.

What are you doing
after school today?

Do you have
a car?

It's right here.

Thanks.

Thanks?

That's all I get?
Thought we were
going get to hang out.

I'm sorry.
I have work.

Can you get someone
to cover your shift?

My boss doesn't like it
when we do that.

Where's that?

Oak Valley.

The country club?
My father's
a member.

I've done your brunches.
It's not really my scene.

You don't like
the food?

I don't like
the cigar smoke.

Guess you haven't
been in a while.

There's a new
no smoking policy
in the main dining room.

It's not the smoke
that bothers me.

Thanks for the ride.

(Desiree)
Good afternoon
and welcome to MoKA.

This is some
useful information

you guys are gonna
need tomorrow for
the press release.

You're welcome.
Here you go.

Thank you, dear.

Okay. Well,
let's begin.

(Jordan)
Desiree Thomas.

She fit perfectly
in the scripted world.

Did everything
with a natural grace.

Comfortable
wherever she was.

Effortless.

Seems everything I did
was calculated to get me
somewhere else.

Took me twice as
much energy for
half the result.

We dated a few times
but there was
no mystery.

A good relationship
needs mystery.

[ding-dong]

(woman)
Y es?

H i. Is Shay home?

I'm sorry?

Shay? We go
to Edgerton together.

I think you have
the wrong house.

Is this
the Bettencourts?

No.

I dropped
my lipstick.

I noticed.

Aren't you
gonna ask?

What?
Your real address?

Nice fake.
You trying to
throw me off balance?

No, not really.
I just didn't wanna
tell you where I live.

Why is that?

Because it's not
Ambassador Heights.

I'm sorry.

You think I'm so shallow
that I would judge you
by where you live?

We can talk about
my class inferiority
complex later.

Wouldn't you prefer
to discuss my
favorite shade?

I asked around.

I heard all about you
and your little
lipstick fetish.

You wanna add me
to your collection.

Oh, come on.

Those other ones
were like

homework assignments.

And I'm like
the final exam?

Yeah. And that's
a good thing

'cause I always
ace my finals.

So what exactly
do I get if you
"ace" me?

Some unbelievable
pictures of yourself?

Yeah, but those
are for you.

I guess I'm just
cashed out then, huh?

Maybe not.

(Jordan)
She learned the cello
taking night classes

at Rutherford
Music School.

Her mom's idea.

Thought it would add
a little refinement

to an otherwise
shaky upbringing.

She told me her mom
died a few years back.

Now she lived
with her sister,

who wasn't around
very much.

How's this?

I'll let you shoot a
roll of pictures of me

if you take some
pictures for me first.

I'm sorry.

I'm kind of slow
on the uptake here.
Can you--

Can you translate
that for me?

I'm in a bit
of a situation.

A situation?

Relationship.

Somebody at school?

It's complicated.

How so?

He is...older.

Married.

No, not married.
Not anymore.

But let's just say in his
position he shouldn't be
hooking up with me.

And what position
is that?

That would be in fact
that I'm still in
high school.

Okay.
I'm listening.

I'm not exactly sure
where things are
going right now,

but it seems
to be getting
out of control.

How does my camera
fit in to all this?

I'd like you
to follow us.

Capture a few moments,
if you know
what I mean.

Just in case
something happens.

My advice,
you should
call a cop.

He made me a promise
and I need to make sure
that he keeps it.

So I take pictures
for you

and you let me take
pictures of you?

Exactly.

I don't know
if I'm the right
person for this.

I've got my
own problems
at the moment.

Okay.
There's the door.

(Jordan)
It seemed like
a reasonable deal.

Pictures for pictures.

But the more I shot

the more intrigued
I was by her.

And it made me realize
how bored I'd been.

Every picture I took
peeled away
another layer.

And every time
I peeled one away,

it seemed like
I discovered
two more.

For the first time
in a while

I felt excited
by a challenge.

(Shay)
His name's
Wade Chandling.

His a member
at Oak Valley

and a parter
in a law firm
downtown.

We had a recital last
winter at Rutherford

for supporting patrons
and he was there.

And, um,
he came
up to me

and said he
remembered me
from the club.

And he liked
how I played.

And he promised
to help me get into
this program at Hartley.

A performance scholarship
awarded to four students
every year.

Full ride.
All expenses.

Do you know
what Hartley means?

That's one of the best
music schools
in the country.

It means
freedom, Jordan.

Not being trapped.
Not having my
options limited.

The fast lane into
any philharmonic
in the world.

And he's just going
to set you up?

He has some friends
on the advisory committee.

Huh.

So, this beautiful
young cellist

who, uh, basically
lives on her own,

he takes this
young artist
under his wing.

It wasn't like that.

It just slowly
developed into more.

And how many
other musicians
is he helping?

Any overweight
tuba players

with club feet
and bad cases
of acne?

You don't do jealous well.
Has anyone ever
told you that?

It feels
very natural.

I'm glad you think
you know everything.

Sorry. You're the one
who's having me
take the pictures.

Clearly you're
having doubts.

Can I see
the pictures?

Thanks.

Good.

Okay. So, your place
after school?

Better make it yours.

(Jordan)
It's been said

a good photographer
captures the subject.

But a good subject
captures the photographer.

She had me.

There was no doubt
about it.

She wasn't like
the Xavier girls.

But that's what
drew me to her.

Sit down.

Play.
Play Bach.

Look at me.

(Jordan)
Her face
spoke volumes.

I became
addicted to her.

Her haunted eyes

challenged me.

It's a strange
thing that happens

when an artist
and a subject click.

A synergy
is created.

Each senses that
they're playing
a role

in something that's
very powerful.

But it's unspoken.

Say that out loud
and you might kill it.

Hey!

You wanna shoot
some more?

Absolutely.

Meet me at my place
after school.

[indistinct conversation]

(Jordan to Shay)
I could take your
picture every day.

How about this
right here?

Yeah, that's it.

Wanna change roles?

No, I've got
one more shot.

Cute.

What's it
gonna be?

You're out of film.

[whispers]
I know.

(woman)
What is this shit?

T?

Why aren't you
answering your cell?

T, this is Jordan,
from school. Jordan,
this is my sister, Tarra.

You should answer your cell.
I've been calling you
since yesterday.

I haven't got any calls
form you. Are you dialing
the right number?

What the fuck
are you trying
to say?

You should go now.

Are going
to be okay?

(Tarra)
Shay, where
the fuck is it?

Where is what,
T arra?

You fucking
know what!

Tarra, you have
to be more specific.

(Jordan)
Picasso once said that
every child is an artist.

But that the secret
is to remain one
once you grow up.

The Museum of Kids Art,
the reason why you're
all here today,

helps artistically
inclined children
do just that.

But MoKA's
good intentions

will remain,
uh, intentions.

Without commitment,
without action,

without a few
checkbooks
behind them.

[laughter]

We started this foundation
to let MoKA know

that they do not stand
alone in their efforts.

That there are a number
of other people that
will support them.

(Ben)
And he told me that if
you get me $10 million,

I can retire.
And I never heard
from him again.

Jordan!

Someone I want you
to meet. This is
Wade Chandling.

Mr. Chandler is a
bankruptcy lawyer.
He's got a firm downtown.

Hopefully you'll never
need our services.

You're cleaning up
that High Falls mess.

Y eah, if I can get
the federal auditors
off my ass.

After what happened
in Albany, those guys
are gonna peel back

every state-funded
urban renewal project.

It's a dead end.
They're never gonna
find anything on my guy.

I liked your speech.

Thank you.

Listen, if you ever need
anything for your foundation,
just give me a call.

I will.

Jesus, Jordan.
what are you doing?

I'm abducting you.
If you scream, I'll be
forced to cover your mouth.

No, Jordan.
I didn't know he
was gonna be here.

What if he
catches us?

Let him.

What did you guys
talk about?

Some pictures
that I was gonna
show him.

Very funny.

I gotta go.
I gotta go!

Kiss me.

I gotta go.

Shay.
Shay!

>> Tell me
>> Tell me true >>

>> Do you speak
With the spirit >>

>> The way I do >>

>> Do you dance
The dance >>

>> The hands on you >>
>> Do you sleep at night >>

(Jordan)
Alright. Look
right at me.

Perfect.
Perfect.

>> I make a mistake >>

>> Forgive me now
I got something
To say >>

>> Do you see
That monkey air >>

>> Dance with me
Take my hand >>

>> I become a prison
I don't know
Where to stand >>

>> With you I can
Finally find a place
to land >>

>> If you dance with me >>

(Jordan)
Magenta Madness.

[laughs]
No.

Cotton Candy?

No.

Crimson Red.

No!

You're not
gonna tell me?

Not until you tell me
something first.

Okay.
What?

I don't know.
Anything.

Something no one else
in the world knows
except you.

You scare me.

I already knew that.
I said tell me something
that anyone knows.

You scare me
and I like it.

You're such
a charmer.

Oh, yeah?

(Jordan)
Her favorite shade
was Cherry Crush.

It fit so perfectly
that I didn't know whether
to believe her or not.

One thing I did know.

There was something
different about her.

I love you.

Have a good time.

She felt like
something I needed.

More than I wanted.

That maybe I was
crossing some line
without realizing it.

That uniform would look
great on the deck
next to my hot tub.

Jordan Wells.

Mr. Chandling.

Call me Wade.
What are you drinking?

A Coke.

Ooh, boy.
Bring this man
a Coke, Gary.

That speech you made
really impressed me.

Thanks.

Thanks, Gary.

Funny thing is,

watching you
that day

really reminded me
of myself at your age.

How is that?

High-powered father.

Gives you a lot,
but nothing without
strings attached.

Am I close?

Gotta give your father
some credit, though.

He must have
a lot of control.

After that
Xavier business.

Can't keep a secret
too long in the age
of information, can you?

[chuckles]
Charing the foundation,
your father's idea?

Yeah.

Got your eye
on Cornell?

That's the plan.

Look,

very few kids
grow up wanting
to be lawyers.

I mean, growing up
you wanna be
a ball player,

an astronaut,
a rock star.

Not a lawyer.

Do you think l
grew up wanting to be
a bankruptcy attorney?

Fuck, no!

You know what
lawyers are, Jordan?

Lawyers are translators.

Translating the language
of the land.

What is the language
of the land?

Money.

Money. Fuck, yeah.
You got that right.

The question is,

are you gonna speak
the language of the land

or are you going
to have it spoken
to you?

Freud had it right.

Two most important
things in this life.

Your work,
your sex.

Don't need to make it
complicated, Jordan.

Just don't let anyone
fuck with your money

or your pussy.

Drink your Coke.

I was so nervous
watching you two.

He's fearless.

I mean, he's the kind
of guy that just drives
through red lights

to let the world
know they can't
fuck with them.

You know how they
catch monkeys in
southeast Asia?

No, I do not know how
they catch monkeys
in southeast Asia.

Would you like
to know?

With a basket.

They cut a little
hole in the basket

that's just big enough
for the monkey to put
his hand into.

Then they put
fruit in it.

So, when the monkey
puts his hand in and
he grabs the fruit,

his closed fist is
too big to fit back
through the hole.

So, instead of just
letting the fruit go
and running free,

he just waits until
the trappers come.

Is that true?

Sucks for the monkey.

It's kinda like
most guys I know.

Once they get a taste
of it, they just can't
help themselves.

Even though logic
is telling them
to just back off,

they can't.

They just
keep coming
back for more.

(Jordan)
Her life wasn't easy.

That much I was
certain of.

There was something
tragic and sad just
under her skin.

A feeling which
she had limited time.

[telephone rings]

And that at any moment
her world might cave in.

[phone rings]

Hey.

(Shay)
Jordan?

What's wrong?

I need to see you.

I called Hartley.

They said the letters
went out two weeks ago.

Did you call him?

I'm gonna show him
the pictures, Jordan.

What?

Shay!

You gotta think
this through.

No. Fuck him!
He's not getting
away with this shit.

Fuck him! Treating me
like I'm some fucking
Barbie doll

Iike he can just
play with whenever
he wants to?

Fuck that!
I'm gonna take
these to the cops.

I'm gonna show his
friends, a lawyer,
I don't know.

I'm gonna show somebody
'cause someone's gonna
fucking listen to me.

Shay, I don't think
that's such a good idea.

It's too late.

We're meeting
by the glen tonight.

I can't let you
do that.

It's not up
to you, Jordan.

I'm involved in this.

You made me
a part of this, Shay.

Oh, I did?
I did? I'm sorry.

You're excused.
How about that.
Is that better for you?

One way or another
he's gonna help me
get into this program.

Without a scholarship?

You think he's just
gonna snap his fingers?

Just wave
a magic wand?

No, they want me.
I know that
they want me.

I just need the money.
And he's got the money.

Trust me.
He's got the money.

Did you know that
he's been under
investigation?

Have you seen these?

Yes.
And they haven't
found anything.

There was a metal box
bolted to the floor in
his bedroom closet.

It's not really a safe,
but one of those
fireproof things

that you put
really important
documents in.

I was at his place once
and I could've sworn l
saw Wade put cash into it.

A lot of cash.

[exhales]

What?

Say it!
Tell me what
you're thinking.

Tell me how naive I am.
Tell me I'm really
fucking stupid

for thinking that he
might actually
care about me.

I think you should
forget about him.
You should let it go.

That's easy for
you to say, right?
Easy for you to say

'cause you can hop back
under your cozy silk covers
whenever you need to.

It doesn't work
like that for me.

The world doesn't work
like that, okay?

I needed this!
I really needed it!

[cell phone rings]

Are you okay?

(Shay)
I just wanted
to hear you.

We should come up
with a signal
or something.

For?

In case you have the
feeling something
bad is happening.

I'll deal with it.

Just open up the door
and get out of the car.

Okay. And then what?

And then I'll come
and save you.

Jordan?

Yeah.

I'm gad you're here.

Right now.
Get off.

Shay!

What the hell happened?
I've been waiting
for an hour!

We were supposed
to meet about the
charity auction.

You totally
blew me off!

Jesus, what--

What happened
to you?

I'm okay.

Okay?
No, you're not--

I'm okay, please.

Jordan, look at you.
You're not okay.
What happened?

I've been waiting
here an hour

and you're not gonna
give me the courtesy
of an explanation?

[whispers]
I'm sorry.

Whatever.

[starts engine]

Just take it easy.

You're fucking in
on this with her?

What?

You trying to take
my fucking money!

You wanna take
my fucking money?

I don't think you and l
should be seen together
for a few days.

Okay?

Y eah.

Where are
Wade's keys?

I've got them.

Let me see.

One of these keys
unlocks the box.

I know Wade's
security code.

He left me the key
that time I was there.

Look, I think
the only thing
you and l

should be focused
on right now

is how to keep us
breathing free air

for the rest
of our lives.

[aircraft engines roaring]

[indistinct conversation]

(Jordan)
I've replayed it a
thousand times in my mind,

frame by frame.

And come up with
a thousand things we
should've done differently.

But life doesn't
give you the chance
to go back and edit.

Should we have
come clean?

Call the cops,
call my dad,

pleaded self-defense?

Or should we have
been more drastic?

Driven his body
hundreds of miles away?

Dropped into a river or
somewhere and hoped
we weren't seen?

A thousand things
we should've done
differently.

But all we're left with
is what we did.

(reporter)
His assistant
became concerned

when no one heard
from him Tuesday morning.

Police searched for signs
of Chandling in places
he frequented,

but found
no traces of him.

Early this morning his body
was discovered in the woods
near Corbetts Glen.

Sarah Cowen
is at the scene.

They found Wade
Chandling's body
in the park.

Attorney Wade Chandling
was discovered early
this morning by hikers.

Really?

He'd been missing
for a couple of days.

A hiker found him
near the glen
beaten to death.

I'm Sarah Cowen.
Channel Six news.

(woman teacher)
That's mezzo forte in the
second measure, Elena.

Help you?

Shay's not here.

She didn't show up
to practice today.

Elena, please,
listen.

Is she sick?

The office said
there was no call.

Thanks.

Is Shay home?

No, she's not home.

D'you know
where she is?

No, I thought
you might know
where she is.

Gordie, right?

Gordon?

Jordan.

What do you want
with her anyway?

Nothing.

We were just--
We were gonna
meet up later.

[calling by cell phone]

Hey, this is Shay.

Leave me a message
after the beep and
I'll call you back.

Shay, it's Jordan.
I know I keep calling.

I'm just trying
to track you down.

I'm on my cell.
If you can call me.

(Desiree)
So the, uh,

donations that we got
for the action are
several paintings

and drawings from
Elliot Damien, Gary
Fine, Robert Walker.

And they're all estimated
over a quarter of
a million dollars.

We got very lucky!

Jordan.

Put the phone away.

What's up?

What do you mean?

You didn't say
two words in there.

There was not much
to say. Desiree's
got a handle on it.

Who's co-charing this
with me, you or her?

Besides, last I heard
Desiree's already been
accepted to Yale for the fall.

I swear, Jordan, sometimes
I just wanna shake you out
of your complacency.

You do your homework
before the next meeting.

If you sit there
with your thumb
up your ass again,

I'm gonna break it off
and leave it there
permanently.

Put the phone away.

Remember me?
Detective Griffin?

We met when you had
that little problem
at Xavier.

Yeah.

D'you take these?

Yes.

Not bad.

You're a regular
Andy Warhol, huh?

No, not really.

He was more
of a painter.

You know, you're just
the guy I wanna see.

I'm thinking
about getting
a digital camera.

Any suggestions?
All that mega
pixel stuff

makes my head spin.

How much you
looking to spend?

Not a lot.

Well, I'll give it
some thought.

I understand you're
a friend of Shay
Bettencourt's.

Yeah, that's right.

Any idea
where she is?

She's been out
the last few days.

You know, I think
she's sick.

I don't think so.

I checked her place.
She's not there.

You and Shay
pretty tight?

We hang out, yeah.

Does she like having
her picture taken?

What's this about?

How much did
you really know
about her?

What do you mean?

You know about
her mom, right?

Yeah.
That she's dead.

Who told you that?

Shay mentioned it.

Well. No!

Her mom's alive
and well,

and living in the Attica
State Correctional
Facility for Women.

How is that?

She carved up Shay's step
dad with a steak knife a
couple of years back.

I think we're talking
about two totally
different people here.

Don't think so.
How long has she been
seeing Wade Chandling?

You know who
he is, right?

Never mentioned him.

I guess dating a guy
that's old enough
to be your dad,

that's not something
you wanna advertise.

How do you know this?

Well, Wade
Chandling is a--

was a member
of the Oak Valley
Country Club.

Same place
Shay works.

Some of the members had
a problem with their cars
being vandalized

in the past few months,
so they put a video camera
in the parking lot

to keep an eye
on things.

We got a look
at the tapes.

Lots of video of Shay
climbing into Chandling's
car after hours.

Yeah. That's a real
head-scratcher,
isn't it?

If you see Shay,

it's important
she contact me.

Take care, Warhol.

(attorney)
My office is getting up
to speed on this case.

I've spoken to Chief Malley
several timer over
the past few hours

and made it very clear
to him that he has
our full support.

In an investigation
of this type--

This is Desiree.

(Jordan)
D, it's me.
What are you doing?

Watching my dad feed the
media a few sound bites.
What's up?

I need to see you.

Jordan Wells
asking me for a favor.
What are the odds?

Can you meet me
in an hour?

Are you gonna
stand me up again?

D, come on.

Yeah, okay.
Where?

Hey.

With soy milk?

Yeah.

Hm. You must
be desperate.
Thanks.

I want to talk to you
about the other night.

And you've just gotta
trust me when I tell
you that it's okay.

And that I'm sorry.

Okay.

I wanted to get together and
thank you for everything you've
been doing for the foundation.

You're saving
my ass.

Right.

How's everything
going with you?

How's everything going
in your dad's office?

Everything's fine.

You guys must be on
this Chandling thing.

Not officially,
but you know, they're
moving kind of fast.

Do you have
any suspects?

I'm an intern, Jordan.
They don't really
tell me anything.

That's never
really stopped
you before, though.

True.

Okay. So off
the record,

it looks like they haven't
been able to pull that
much from the scene.

What do you mean?

It means whoever did it,
covered the tracks
pretty well.

They are hoping to catch
a break when the find
Chandling's car.

What about this whole audit
thing that everybody's
been talking about?

What about it?

If he was shuffling
around money for
some of his clients,

things could have
gone bad.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay, what's the deal?

You trade in your camera
for a pen and paper?

Does the Edgerton Bugle
have the whole staff
working on the story?

I'm interested
in what you do.
I'm trying to keep up.

Okay.
I'm gonna go.

I don't really feel
like hanging out
with a stranger.

Especially when it's
a stranger I've known
my whole life.

Thanks for the chai.

[door closes]

What are you
doing here?

I freaked out.

We talked about not
doing anything out
of the ordinary.

Do you remember that?

I'm just really
confused right now.

Where have
you been?

I went to the abandoned
house on the bluffs.

Huh.

I had to sort some
things out in my
head, you know.

I got a visit from
the Police today.

They know about Wade
and me, don't they?

Yeah. They have security
cameras installed
in the parking lot

at the country club.

So yeah,
they do.

Why didn't you tell me
about your mother?

My mother?

You know
what I mean.

Because I was
afraid, Jordan.

You made it out
like she was dead.

As far as
I'm concerned,
she is dead.

You didn't have
to hide it from me.

Not that.

You have to go
in there and you
have to talk to them.

What if they put
everything together?

I just talked to my
friend who interns
in the DA 's office.

They don't know
anything.

What if they find
his car and find my
fingerprints inside?

They know you were in the car.
They don't know you were
in the car that night.

If you keep
letting this
hang out there,

they're gonna get
really suspicious
about you.

And then they
could become really
suspicious about me.

What do I tell them?

(Jordan)
This is amazing.
Amazing.

I mean, in my
wildest dreams

when I first decided
to enter into this
with my father,

I did not think that
we'd get this
much support.

So many of you
tonight have been
given so much.

Not that I'm implying
you haven't worked
for what you have,

but there is some money
in here that is so old

I don't think there's
a carbon-dating test
to trace its origins.

[muffled laughter]

What we've all
been giving.

What is worth more
than money, though,

is the invaluable
blessings of our
supportive families,

respect for education,

and belief in our
hopes and dreams.

(Jordan)
Shay walked into the
Edgerton Police Department

and lied her way
out of it.

Later that day I put
the finishing touches
to my own story.

I completed my image
transformation from
prep school bad boy

to a shining crusader
for children's art.

Right back into
the lvy League
and beyond.

(auctioneer)
Forty-five once.
Forty-five twice.

Sometimes it feels
like a charmed life,
doesn't it?

(auctioneer)
Sold for $4, 500.

(man)
There we go.
Hey, awesome job.

Awesome job.

Thanks.

Hey.

You got a good
night tonight.

Probably made
enough to keep MoKA
running for years.

That should definitely
turn a few heads
at Cornell.

You sure know how
to throw a great
party, D.

What do you
want me to say?

I do.

It's in my blood.

The question
is, though,

is it in yours?

What does that mean?

They found Chandling's
car today.

It was parked
on the roof of
a city garage.

They're sure that
he didn't leave it there

because they found some
muddy footprints
in a size ten.

He's a 12.

The mud matches
the samples

that they took
from the woods
near the glen.

They also found
a few partial latents

that, uh, someone
didn't do a very
good job wiping off.

The Police got a tip
today, Jordan, that
a blue Audi

was parked at the glen
for a few hours the night
Chandling went missing.

Right about the same time
you and I were supposed
to get together.

You know the girl
they interviewed
today, right?

Yeah.

Jesus, Jordan!

That's what the
Chai Latte was all
about yesterday, huh?

Oh, come on, don't!

Don't you dare.

I saw you that night.
I saw the mud
all over you,

and I hoped to God
I was the only one.

You know something.
Let's go to my dad
right now!

I know that
she was involved
with Wade Chandling.

But that's--

That's really just
all I now, D.

They cleared me.
I'm free.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

(Detective Griffin)
Hey, Warhol.

Griffin.

We gotta talk
you and me.

I'm kind of in a little
something right now.

I suggest you drop it
and meet me at the ball
field in 20 minutes.

This was
my school, too.

You might not believe it
but I was kind of a
nobody back then.

During football games
I'd sit on the hill
over there

by myself.

Observing life like
it was being lived
without me.

Football players
on the field,

cheerleaders
on the sideline,

guys like you.

Wade Chandling
in the stands.

Smiles on
their faces.

Not a care
in the world.

I gotta get
to class.

Hey.

I'll write you
an excuse.

Your girl's off the hook,
did she tell you?

Yeah.

And, um,

Iook what landed
in my lap this morning.

You already know
what's in there.

But open it
anyway.

I wanna see
your reaction.

Now, there's two ways
we can play this.

One, I take those pictures
to a judge and get
a subpoena

to check your shoe size
and fingerprints.

Your previous history
with photography

should make that
almost a lock.

Or two,

you help me conduct
a little experiment

that just might
save your ass.

I've never seen those
pictures before
in my life.

Right. And your A4
wasn't at the glen
the other night.

I've got you, Warhol.

And the thing is,
I'm pretty sure it
wasn't your idea.

It was all hers.

You know anything
about meta-data files?

It's the most amazing
concept in digital
photography.

You store a file

with a photo
on a disk.

All sorts of juicy stuff
gets encoded in there.

Date, time,

what kind of camera,
serial number.

It's like a digital
fingerprint.

It's the nail
in your coffin

if somebody decides
to crosscheck
those files

against the number
on your camera.

A scholarship.

He was gonna help her
get a scholarship.

A scholarship?

To Hartley.

Oh, man.
That's beautiful.

All for the
advancement
of art, eh?

I don't think
that was it, Warhol.

It's just a theory
I'm working on.

I don't have it
all put together, yet.

But it involves
Chandling

and a whole
pile of money

I think your girl
was trying to get
her hands on.

And I am not talking
tuition money.

I'm talking about
something in excess
of one million bucks.

Come on.

See, I think Shay
made you think

that it was about
the music.

But really Chandling
was sitting on
something big.

And she knew it.

So she tried
to squeeze him

to get him to pay her
to keep her mouth shut.

Things went bad.

And then you came along
and helped clean up
the mess.

It was supposed to be
about a scholarship.

Like I said,
it's only a theory.

But we can test it.

I'm thinking, once
I run your prints,

they're gonna do
a whole lot of talking.

Maybe not enough to put
one of Ben Wells'
kids in Attica

for the rest
of his days,

but you think for
one second that your
life's gonna be the same?

Which brings us back
to our little experiment.

I want $1 million.

What?

One million.

I don't have that.

But she does.

And maybe you
already know
that, Warhol.

Here's my number.

I wanna hear from you
by the end of the day.

Now, get the fuck
out of here.

Jordan?

What happened
to my house?

You went back
for the keys, Shay.

Why would
you say that?

I met with that cop
Griffin earlier today.

What did he tell you?

That he found the box
in Wade's bedroom.

Empty.

Was this ever
about the music?

Of course it was!

He's trying to get us
against each other.
Can't you see that?

I'm telling you
the truth, Jordan.

What do you want me
to do to prove that
to you?

Where's the
money, Shay?

It's not here.
I hid it someplace safe.

In a few hours,
Griffin is gonna
get a subpoena

so they can check
my prints.

If you wanna prove it,
I need that money.

You pay him,
and then what?

He could arrest you.
He could even
kill you!

We have two options
right now.

We can either
get out of here
as fast as we can,

or we kill him.
And we're not killers.

We're not?

No, we're not!

I know a place where we
can go where no one
would ever find us.

And the cops
couldn't touch us.

I can't live
looking over my
shoulder, Jordan.

(Jordan)
I told her
I'd go with her.

But it was a lie.

The only place
I wanted to go
was back.

Back to simple.

Back to scripted.

Shay could ad-lip.

She could make it up
as she went along.

She'd been doing it
her whole life.

And my whole life
had been mapped
out for me.

I wasn't going anywhere.

[cell phone rings]

(Griffin)
Griffin.

You'll have it
in an hour.

(Jordan)
The life everyone
lives in their minds

is so much better.

So much more appealing

than the one they're
actually living.

But almost always

the moment they
have to give up

the real one
for the imagined,

the equation changes.

How much is there?

A little over
a million.

We're gonna be
okay, Jordan.

Shay, I can't.

What do you mean?

Sorry.

No! But everything
was all set!

I have to take
this to Griffin.

Just wait.
Think this through.

I already have.

[gunshot]

Where did
you get that?

It was in the box
with the money.

What are you gonna do?
Shoot at me?

I'm sorry, but
I can't let you go.

Do whatever
you gotta do.

Jordan!

Jordan.

Goddamn.

Got the pictures?

We done?

Yeah.

Well, maybe
not quite.

Get on your knees.

What?

I'm taking you
down, kid.

And you can tell
every cop in
the station

that I took this
money from you

because nobody's ever
gonna believe you!

I placed a call to Hartley
to check out your
girlfriend's story.

There was no
scholarship, Warhol.

She never auditioned.
Hell, she never even
filled out an application.

Nobody there
knew anything about
a Shay Bettencourt.

(Shay)
Get away from him.

I'll do it.
Let him go.

Shay, get out
of here.

Shut up, Jordan.
Throw me your gun.

It's not
gonna happen.

No, Shay!

[gunshot]

We gotta go.

I'm not going
with you.

You don't have
a choice, Jordan.

Who are you?

Me?
Who am l?

I guess I'm just a girl
who saw an opportunity
and took it.

For the money?

I only have two
real talents, Jordan.

And the second one
is that I know what
the first one is.

That's why you needed me.
You knew just the right
buttons to push.

You probably even have
the fucking log picked out
to crash his head in with!

I lied about Hartley.

Okay, I did.
And I'm sorry.

Look at me.

I'm here, right?
I saved you,
didn't l?

You saved--
You saved me or
you saved the money?

Believe whatever
you want.

But the reality is if
you stay here, they're
gonna arrest you.

Okay?

Jordan?

Come on.

You do realize your
life is over,
don't you?

(Jordan)
A good photographer
captures the subject.

But a good subject

captures the photographer.

I'd been captured alright.

D?

What the hell
happened?

How long have
you been here?

Not long.

J ust got off the phone
with my dad.

He's been out
all night.

They found another
body at the glen.

Detective Griffin
from the Chandling case.

You know him?

[whispers]
Yeah.

That's the right
answer, Jordan.

They took a look at
Griffin's phone records.
They saw you called him

an hour before
this happened.
T ell me.

Where you there?

Mhmm.

(Jordan)
And that's when
I realized it.

What Shay meant.

My life,
as I knew it

was over.

[door closes
at a distance]

(Desiree)
You better get out
of those clothes.

Jordan!
Go!

Where were you
last night?

I was right here.

We'll take it
from here.

Jordan, would you
have a seat?

You know Detective
Griffin, right?

Yeah, um, I spoke
to him last week.
Spoke to him last week.

Why did he come
and see you?

I'm friends with a girl
who was involved
with Mr. Chandling.

(Ben)
Who is this girl?

It's just someone
from school.

We found these
images on Detective
Griffin's computer.

I don't know anything
about pictures like these.

[all interrogate
at the same time]

Where you
at the glen
last night?

[all talk at
the same time]

Where were you
last night, Jordan?

I was here.

(Ben)
We'd like to help you, but
you're crossing the line.

And I think
you should leave.

You know, M r. Wells,
we will come back
with that subpoena.

You don't have
to get a subpoena.

Who's this?

Desiree Thomas.

DA Thomas' daughter.

I was with Jordan
last night.

We were right here.

Are there any
other questions?

Well, I guess
that's it then.

You know what,
Mr. Wells--

I think
that's enough.
Thanks for your time.

(Julia)
I'll see you out.

That won't be
necessary.

How well did
you know this girl?

(Jordan)
I was just
hanging out.

Jesus Christ, Jordan.
T ell me the truth.

Do not let them
blindside me with
something else.

There's nothing else.

There better
not be.

D, l, uh--

I don't know
what to say.

You know
what, Jordan?

Neither do l.

I just bought you
two days, maybe three.

But this isn't
over, Jordan.

(Jordan)
It was the final gift
she would ever give me.

Her last favor.

It's strange to think
of your future in
terms of days.

But it wasn't going to
take those detectives
any longer than that.

Money was her
only way out.

And now it became mine.

And that's why l
transferred most of
the money to another bag

before meeting Griffin.

The money was
the only leverage
I had left.

There's always a moment.

Sometimes more
than one.

When you can walk away.

Choose not to play a role
someone else may be
writing for you.

Reality finally
kicked in.

For my life,

it was time I started
writing my own script.

My name's Jordan Wells.

A marketer's report
on me would read
something like this.

Rich, privileged,

future doctor,

future lawyer,

future somebody.

But you wouldn't expect
an accessory to murder.

Twice.

With a million dollars
to decide what
to do next.

>> She dances for you >>

>> In the fading
Sun light >>

>> We're loosing
This battle >>

>> From the start >>

>> It's fatal within >>

>> If she knows
How to use it >>

>> She could tear
Your life apart >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Some one you
Could find strange >>

>> To walk away >>

>> If only you
Could clear
Your twisted vision >>

>> To see through victory >>

>> Before there's
Nothing left >>

>> Just the paces
on your life >>

>> They crumbled
In her hands
As you fell >>

>> To a fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> It's the killing now >>

>> And tell if your
Reasoning is dying >>

>> How many times >>

>> Must you get
Yourself found >>

>> Before you
Stop beauty
At the fire >>

[inaudible]

>> You're not the first
To discover >>

>> To her is just a game
Laced with desire >>

>> It was too late
To escape >>

>> When the poison
Was flowing >>

>> And she carved
Out her name
Across my heart >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>

>> It's a fatal beauty >>

>> Fatal beauty >>