Original subtitles

Is there anybody else in the house anywhere?

Upstairs?

Can you hear me?

Is there anybody else in the house?

Is there anybody still in the house?

Fully involved.

Sinistral.

Easy one.

S-I-N-I-S-T-R-A-L, left-handed, of or pertaining

To the left side.

Egalitarianism.

Damn.

E-G-A-L-I-T-A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M, the belief that all men are

Of an equal intrinsic worth, et cetera.

How you doing.

Hey.

Lieutenant Owen.

John.

Joe Rosales. This is my partner, Phil Archer.

Hi.

Nice to meet you. -What have you got for us?

Well, we found a drink spilled by an electrical outlet.

But even at 150 proof, the chances of that igniting...

I can't say it's definitely arson.

All right if we look around?

Sure.

Carefully.

John?

Yeah.

Where's the kitchen?

What do you mean?

Which room's the kitchen?

That would be over there.

What room's this?

Well, living room.

With part of the upstairs bedroom collapsed into it.

Strange.

Huh?

WOMAN: Are you looking forward to living

With your grandmother?

I don't know.

I don't remember her.

My mom hated her, though.

Well, she sounded excited to see you.

She's got lots of things planned for you.

MAN (ON TV): Sex!

Yes, sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

And who is behind sex, drugs, and rock and roll but Satan

Himself?

Now friends, we must save our children

From this dark and evil temptation

That is visited upon them by Satan.

[Car door closing]

So I say to you, friends, we cannot

Let our children have idle minds.

You know, it reminds me of something...

Oh, there you are.

I'm so happy to see you.

Come on in and give your grandma a hug.

Miss Long, I'm Anna Nakashi.

We talked on the phone.

Oh, yes.

Hello.

How strange.

You didn't sound Asian on the phone.

[Barking]

Oh, hush, Bebe.

Hush now, Bebe.

Oh, it must be difficult for you with all these strange people

About.

I'll be fine.

I meant the dog.

She's not used to strange people, you know.

She's very protective of her mommy.

Well, I should get going.

I'll be checking in from time to time.

FIONA: Oh, of course.

But please, call before you drop by,

Just in case I have guests over.

ANNA: Of course.

Fabulous.

Remember, if you need anything at all...

Oh, she'll be fine.

The only thing she needs is a good Christian household,

Which I'm sure my daughter didn't provide for.

Well, if you need anything, please.

Let me show you to your room dear.

I'll cook you some supper.

You must be starving.

Grandma, I'm going to need some new clothes for school.

I was wondering if I could go shopping.

Shopping?

At this time of night?

There's plenty of clothes in the closet.

Those are for me?

They belonged to your mother.

They'll do you just fine.

I can't wear those.

You be grateful for the gifts God gave you.

I'll look stupid.

Now, listen to me, girl, this is my home,

And you will wear what I tell you to wear.

Now, sit!

There.

Ah, that'll put the color back in your cheeks.

Debbie?

Wake up, sweetheart.

Let's get up.

Let's start our day.

Grandma, it's still dark outside.

I know, dear.

But I want to show you something.

Up, up, up, up, up!

Now, I want you to organize everything up here.

Now, what I don't save you put it that big trunk.

I'm sending it as a care package to our church's mission

In Brazil.

Lord knows those ungodly beasts need our salvation.

All right, get started.

When you're finished here, I want

You to start in the garage.

Get moving.

Idle hands do the devil's work.

Come on, Bebe.

Come on, you.

Good morning.

Bam!

Bam!

Now, don't dawdle after school.

I want that attic finished before supper, you hear me?

Yes, grandma.

BOY: Guys, what's up?

Hey, Greg.

[Rock and roll music]

Nice dress!

Having trouble with your locker?

I can handle it.

Morning, Greg.

Good morning, Mr. Rinaldi.

You guys are done.

That's cool.

We were just playing a little game.

See ya later.

You must be new.

Yes.

These lockers can be tricky sometimes.

Let me give it a try.

OK.

There you go.

[School bell]

Thank you, Mister...

Rinaldi.

And you better get to first period.

You're late.

I'll see you later.

Cute, huh?

Yes, he is.

You better put your tongue back in your mouth.

He's way to old for you.

Really?

Yeah.

I'm Janie.

Debbie.

Hey.

Hey.

What does Mr. Rinaldi teach?

Creative writing.

I'm in his first period class.

It's a total bitch.

Where you from?

Is he a writer?

Yeah, I guess.

Cool.

A writer.

Hey.

Hey!

Did you get Rinaldi first period?

Yes.

Cool.

Class together.

So, um, what are you doing later?

Oh, come on.

You understand what I mean?

Uh-huh.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Mr. Rinaldi?

Yes.

Hi.

Oh, hi.

Call me Peter.

Oh.

Peter.

I'm gonna be in your first period crea...

Writing class tomorrow.

Hey, Mr. Rinaldi, a little help?

Or if you want to, you can set it down on the ground

And roll it this way.

OK, Mr. R. Just try and hang on, and I'll

Come over there and grab it.

You know, Todd, if you spent half as much time

On your homework as you do on this basketball court,

You might actually graduate sometime this century.

Well, don't hold your breath, Pete.

Homework's for pussies.

Oh, I'm sorry, Todd.

Did you say one-on-one?

Well, Todd, there goes your ass.

Yeah right, Megan.

It's Meegan.

What's with the Malibu Barbie?

That's Mee-gan.

She's perfect, just ask her.

My money's on Mr. Rinaldi.

I don't want to take your money, Megan.

I'll tell you what, Todd.

What's say we don't make this about money.

How about we say that if you win, you pass my class,

No questions asked... no more homework, no more hassles.

And if I lose?

You start applying yourself, and you

Give me no less than an A.

An A?

Yeah, an A. What's the matter, Todd?

You afraid you're gonna strain something?

Take it out.

Yeah, Peter.

Kick his ass!

[Cheering]

Oh, come on, Todd!

Sorry, Mr. R. You OK?

So long, homework.

He should be educating them, not playing with them.

[Honk]

That's my ride.

Yo, what's the score?

14-8.

14-8.

Peter.

And what's your name?

I'm Debbie Strand.

I'm in your creative writing class tomorrow.

Cool.

Oh, uh, Todd, I believe you owe me an A. Hey, baby.

You playing with the boys again?

Or the girls?

He's madly in love with her.

Take me shopping.

Very cute.

You like?

Yeah.

Whoa.

No problem.

Just, um, let me know if someone's coming.

So?

Where to next?

Let's see.

We could, um...

Oh, wait a second.

OK.

Shopping makes me thirsty.

Somniloquist.

S-O-M-N-I-L-O-Q-U-I-S-T, someone who talks in his sleep.

What's up, guys?

Hold these?

Just kidding.

You, uh... you did the autopsy on the Strand matter?

Strand?

Burn victims.

Oh, yeah.

There was a lot of assembly required on that one,

Guys... more like an inventory, actually.

Well, they were both burned so badly,

There was barely any tissue left at all.

Could you tell if either victim suffered from a stab wound?

Stab wound?

Yeah.

Well, I don't know, you know.

With so little tissue, it's really tough to tell.

Now, if the blade had nicked a bone,

I might be able to find that.

I thought this was an accidental death.

Will you take another look?

Yeah, I can take an extra look, but we're

Going to have to delay the release of the remains

To the family.

Someone's going to have to break the good news to them.

Oh, that's no problem.

We'll take care of it.

OK.

Cool place.

Yeah, come on.

Look.

City, beach.

Fucking crazy.

Yes.

And generous.

Now you don't have to borrow mine.

Cool.

We need to celebrate.

You're bad.

In a good kind of way.

Friends.

[Giggling]

Hello, hello.

Oh, I am so glad you came home early.

I made cookies.

They're just cooling off now.

Oh, who's come to see you?

Your mother and she brought her friend.

I think he was your teacher, huh?

Hi, Deb.

Oh, shit.

My grandmother's gonna hemorrhage.

Where have you been, young lady?

Answer me.

Where have you been?

With a friend.

Who?

Just a girl from school.

A girl you met at school.

And I suppose her parents don't mind

Her being out all hours of the night.

It's only 8 o'clock.

Don't you dare use that kind of talk with me.

You were supposed to be home four hours ago

To finish that job in the attic.

I lost track of time.

I'm sorry.

Oh, well.

Well, well, Debbie, these things happen.

I mean, you're young, and you're full of life.

But if you want to remain in this house,

You better learn to give me the respect I deserve.

Now, when I tell you something, I mean it.

And you better obey me and be on time.

God damn it, you're hurting me.

How dare you use that language in this house?

You're not going to turn into the foul-mouthed tramp

Your mother was.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm gonna teach you a little discipline.

Now, you sit in there, and you think what you have done.

Tomorrow you'll clean the garage and the attic.

MR. RINALDI: Now, Joy can't deal with the spiritual world

At all.

So what she is symbolizing is is the non-believer.

So we have the devil, and we have a non-believer.

Good morning, Miss Strand.

Good morning.

Class, this is Debbie Strand.

She's a new student.

[Whistling]

All right, settle down.

Just settle down.

Thanks for helping me yesterday.

You're welcome.

Please, take a seat.

Oh, my.

OK, moving on.

Miss Wright, could you pass out this list

Of possible themes for tomorrow's homework?

OK, now getting back to what we were talking about,

Joy as the intellectual.

Her wooden leg represents Joy's soul.

Now, what if he takes her...

Sorry.

From the school room and takes her into the barn,

Opens his briefcase, and...

What a spaz!

Sorry.

Hey, what are you laughing at?

Meegan, are you all right?

Yes.

I'm fine, thank you.

[School bell]

OK, don't forget to write a page in your journals

For tomorrow.

Miss Strand, you need to start one.

Oh, and last call for the garage sale on Saturday.

Anything you want to get rid of bring to my place.

We're gonna be there all day.

I also need one kind-hearted volunteer to help me Saturday.

I will.

I will.

Great.

Two volunteers, very cool.

OK, great.

I'll see you Saturday.

See ya.

OK.

[School bell]

I want to talk to you, Strand.

Piss up a rope, Megan.

It's Meegan, with two E's.

BOTH: Too ease.

I know what you're up to.

What?

Come on.

What am I up to?

Megan?

Well, I know what you are.

You're a little bitch.

Don't show up on Saturday, you or the freak.

Excuse me, miss?

Debby?

Who are you?

Joe Rosales, LAPD.

This is my partner, Phil Archer.

What do you want?

We need to talk to you about the... I

Know it's only been a few days, Debbie.

I really have to go.

I realize this must be tough for you,

But we'd really like to talk about the fire.

I don't want to talk about it.

Debbie, the sooner we talk about this,

The sooner we can put the whole matter behind us.

I really don't want to talk about it.

Oh, yeah.

She's gonna be a lot of fun.

Yes?

What do you want?

Miss Long?

Mrs. Long, yes.

We're Detective Rosales and Archer.

We're sorry for your loss.

I know this is a tough time.

But if we could speak to Debbie about the fire.

No, you may not.

That poor child has been through enough.

Now, it's time to put this in the past.

Ma'am, we feel like we still have

Some unanswered quest... questions.

Grieving mother.

Poor thing.

Anhydrous.

A-N-H-Y-D-R-O-U-S, without water.

DEBBIE (VOICEOVER): Met Janie, thank god.

More importantly, Peter.

The first time I saw you, the hate in your eyes,

I knew you were different.

What are you making?

Pepper steak, broccoli, salad.

Oh, my.

No.

No, I just got out of the shower.

Oh, that's going to stop me.

Come on, I'm hungry.

I'm hungry too.

My hair's wet.

So?

I don't know.

I gave it a shot.

Honey, is the stove on?

Honey.

Honey, I need a bed.

OK.

OK.

Let's go get in bed.

Oh, sorry.

I'm sorry.

I am looking forward to this weekend.

You are?

Yes.

An entire weekend to ourselves.

Well, sort of.

I have two students coming over to help out.

What?

Wait... what are you talking about?

I'm talking about the garage sale on Saturday.

I have two students from my first period

Coming over to help out.

No.

No.

We are going to the desert this weekend.

Honey, I changed my whole flight schedule around.

Shit.

Uh-huh.

Oh, man.

I am so sorry.

It's OK.

Don't be sorry.

Just postpone the garage sale.

I can't postpone it.

I have commitments to the art department.

I have two students giving up their Saturday.

I can't.

This happens all the time.

Come on, it doesn't happen all the time.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what about my sister's wedding?

I had 35 final papers to grade.

And besides that, I don't like your sister.

OK, I really hate your sister.

I'll make it up to you.

You know what?

I... I got it.

Where are you going?

I'm going to see if I can trade shifts

With another flight attendant.

I need some time away from you.

Marilyn?

Hey, Greg.

Hop in.

No, I'm walking today, guys.

All right.

Later.

Need some help?

Shouldn't you be with your jock-itch friends?

I just wanted to walk my new neighbor to school.

Be nice.

Is this fun for you?

Fun?

Yes.

You don't know what fun is.

Debbie!

[Screaming]

Ow!

Ow, my leg.

Ow.

Guess she won't be making it to the garage sale.

Ma'am?

Yes?

May we speak with the principal, please?

He's gone for the day.

Your business?

Former teacher of yours, Mr. Roberts,

Died recently in a fire.

Now, maybe you can help us.

Possibly.

Do you remember a student by the name of Debbie Strand?

She just transferred out of here last week.

Yes, she left something of an impression here.

How's that?

She had a nasty crash on Mr. Roberts.

How long did that go on?

Oh, months.

She was finally suspended when Mr. Roberts complained

That she had been stalking him.

Stalking?

Oh, the whole thing turned into quite a soap opera, especially

When he got involved with Debbie's mother.

Oh, shit.

Damn it.

What on earth is going on here?

Nothing.

I was just playing with Bebe.

What do you have there?

Let me see.

They're just clothes.

Well, where did you get these?

Answer me.

I bought them.

Don't you lie to me.

I told you, I bought them.

And where are you hiding the other things?

Oh-ho, I know there's more of them.

Where are they, you sneaky little... get upstairs

And finish packing that trunk.

Hi, Bebe.

Come on.

Yes, that's good.

Oh, yeah.

Goodbye.

Hasta la vista, Bebe.

[Barking]

MR. RINALDI: Yeah, who is it?

It's Debbie.

MR. RINALDI: Oh, hi.

Come on in.

Hello?

MR. RINALDI: Yeah, come on in here.

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

No, actually I'm early.

Thanks for helping out.

It would have been nice if Meegan could have made it too,

But I'm sure we'll manage.

She's such a klutz.

Broke her leg.

Don't you have any compassion?

I didn't mean anything by it.

Whatever.

Are you mad at me?

No.

No, I'm not mad.

I had a really bad night.

My girlfriend and I were, uh... things

Aren't what they should be.

I'm sorry.

No.

No, I shouldn't be taking it out on you.

Friends?

Friends.

Great.

Let's sell some junk.

OK.

See, this isn't for milk.

This is for cream.

Alta Dina Dairy... $10.

No?

$5.00.

Nah.

Two.

Two?

OK.

WOMAN: How much for the lunch box?

MR. RINALDI: A quarter?

WOMAN: I don't know.

Thank you.

Hey, you.

Hey.

What are you doing, girl?

I thought I'd come check out the junk.

Debbie, does this work?

I don't know.

Peter!

Hey, Janie.

You come to help us out?

Yeah, right.

Does it work?

Boy, that's a cool tattoo.

I don't know.

Here, let's try it out.

It works.

$10.

Why don't I get one of you grabbing his ass?

What?

I'm not doing anything.

Cool picture, huh?

Bebe?

Where are you, sweetheart?

Bebe?

Mommy's got a biscuit for you.

76, 77, 78... $178.

Get out.

We make a good team.

Yeah, we do.

[Phone ringing]

I'll get it.

Thanks.

It's locked.

Sorry.

The spare key's under the pot.

[Beep]

PETER (ON MACHINE): Hi, it's Peter.

Leave a message.

MARILYN (ON MACHINE): Peter, there's a flu bug going around.

Some of the girls are out sick.

I'm gonna pick up a couple more flights,

So I don't know when I'll be back.

Probably Monday.

We need to talk.

Bye.

[Dial tone]

ANSWERING MACHINE: Message erased.

MR. RINALDI: Who was it?

No one.

It was a wrong number.

What are you doing?

Where's the bathroom?

It's right there.

Thanks.

That door's screwy.

Let me get it.

Well, thanks for helping me today.

You were great.

My pleasure.

So, I guess I'll see you Monday.

Yeah, I'll see you.

Peter, Peter, Peter.

They didn't make them like that when I as in school.

Where have you been?

I was at church, praying for my mother.

Oh, praying.

Isn't that nice?

Don't you lie to me, you blasphemous slut.

You've been out carousing.

Carousing?

I was out with a friend.

Oh, a friend.

Are all your friends deviant men twice your age?

What are you talking about?

Giving your body to men... you're

A whore, just like your mother.

Don't call me that.

I'm nothing like her.

Don't you dare talk back to me.

I saw him.

He's the one... the one you've been writing to.

I'm talking about this.

How dare you?

This is my house, and I will not

Have this immoral behavior in it any longer.

Now, I am calling the police.

Then I am calling the school and reporting this devil Peter.

Then I'll call that Asian woman and have

You put in a reform school.

You're not gonna do anything.

What?

Spare the rod, spoil the child.

Is that the idea?

Is this how you raised my mother?

No wonder she was such a fucking bitch.

Please, dear child.

Please don't.

I'm sorry, Grandma.

Did I hurt you?

Oh, please, dear... Get me a doctor.

I'm hurt.

Please, have mercy on me.

Fuck mercy.

You never showed any mercy.

My mother never had any mercy, and now I don't have any mercy.

It's a family thing.

[Groaning]

Fiona sure has been generous.

She's very excited about this mission.

MAN: Careful, this thing ways a ton.

Yeah, I remember she said that if she were younger,

She'd love to go herself.

Oh, she is.

Spiritual, of course.

Tell Fiona we missed her at church

And that we're all praying for her speedy recovery.

Uh-huh.

MAN (ON TV): What prompts the children to stray so?

Idle minds are the devil's workshop.

We must show them that Satan is not the way.

Marilyn?

[Shower running]

I didn't expect you back so soon.

I certainly didn't expect this.

You have no idea how glad I am to see you.

Glad to see you too.

What the hell are you doing here?

Taking a shower.

You know what I mean.

How did you get in here?

Don't you have any conditioner?

How did you get in here?

Your spare key, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

No, don't.

You stay right there.

We will discuss this when you're dressed.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Marilyn.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I'm fine.

Where are you?

No.

No, I'm sorry.

I... you just caught me a little bit off guard.

So where are you?

No.

No, I didn't.

You left a message here?

Yeah.

Yeah that sounds great.

No, it sounds great.

OK.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, me too.

Bye.

So how's Marilyn?

You have to leave.

Peter.

I just want to have some fun.

Apparently you think there's more to our relationship

Than there is.

I saw the way that you looked at me the other day.

I don't know what kind of a schoolgirl fantasy

You've got concocted for us, but you

Have to understand something right now.

There is nothing going on here.

There is something.

No.

There is nothing going on here.

[Door closing]

Fuck!

[School bell]

OK, everybody.

Sit down.

Open your readers to page 212.

That's "Young Goodman Brown" by Hawthorne.

Read that while I get organized.

We'll discuss it when you're done.

These are for you.

Well, Mr. Monsour, this is so sudden.

[Giggling]

They're not from me.

Who?

Be right back.

What's the problem?

They were sent to my room by mistake.

I assumed they were for me, and I opened the card.

I thought you were still seeing Marilyn.

I am.

She must be very understanding.

- No, this is a student who... - A student?

Are you out of your mind?

It's not what you think.

It might be in your interest not to go to prison

For boffing your student.

I mean, we all have our little fantasies.

I just don't think you should act on them.

I am not boffing my student.

Yes, the flowers are for your diction and penmanship.

Miss Magray, you're late.

[Dialing]

[Beep]

PETER (ON MACHINE): Hi, it's Peter.

Leave a message.

[Dialing]

MARILYN (ON MACHINE): Hey, I'm arriving at 6:00.

I got a great idea.

Dinner at Umberto's around 8:00?

Let me know.

I'm at 212-555-0183, room 876.

Bye.

[Dialing]

CONCIERGE (ON PHONE): New York Gardens Hotel.

Yes, hello?

Hi.

I'd like to leave a message for room 876, please.

CONCIERGE (ON PHONE): Please hold.

Thanks.

Miss Takashi?

Can I help you?

Joe Rosales, LAPD Homicide.

That's my partner, Phil Archer.

I was wondering if we could talk to you about Debbie Strand.

Sure.

How can I help?

We need some family background information.

Not much I can tell you.

Anything would be helpful.

Well, She's a minor.

That stuff is confidential.

Yeah.

Do you mind?

Please.

We're not looking to hurt anybody.

But we have an open investigation with this fire

Incident, and nobody wants to talk about it.

Now, I don't want to call the DA and drag

This kid and her grandmother into court if I don't have to.

Off the record, otherwise we do the court and DA thing.

What do you want to know?

[Rock music]

DEBBIE (VOICEOVER): It is true, this love.

You'll see, with your beautiful stare that sees only me.

I will stay in your arms till forever meets...

[Knocking]

What do you want?

You weren't in school today.

I wanted to make sure you're feeling OK.

Obviously you are.

Thanks for caring so much.

Yeah, where's the witch?

She's asleep, so you should leave.

Asleep?

Oh, asleep.

Well, good.

Then she won't hear us.

I told you, I'm seeing someone.

Oh, yeah?

Who?

You don't know him.

Yeah, because he doesn't exist.

Yes, he does.

Yeah, who?

Mr. Rinaldi?

Oh, bingo.

Yeah, I think I nailed it.

I've seen the way you look at him.

You know, every chick in school has a crush on him.

It's that poetry bullshit.

It's not a crush.

It's serious.

You're nuts.

You know, he doesn't even know you exist.

Really?

Then what was he doing with me Saturday?

Oh, because you helped him with his garage sale, nut bag.

That's what everyone thinks we did.

Oh, really?

Well, then why don't you show me what he's been teaching you?

Not interested.

Well, then if you're having an affair with Mr. Rinaldi,

I better have a talk with Principal Saunders.

You know, it's just not right, his corrupting a minor and all.

So that's where we're at?

Yeah.

Let's see what we can work out.

This is gross.

Let's go to your bedroom.

No, my grandmother will hear us.

But it smells like that bug spray stuff.

But, uh, I like bug spray.

Hey.

Take it easy.

Come on.

Hey.

Stop it.

You'll rip it.

I'll get you a new one.

Look, maybe we shouldn't do this.

Look, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Huh?

You're not getting out of this now.

Stop it.

Stop.

No, stop.

Please.

Shut up.

Shut up.

No!

Stop.

Let me help you with that.

Yeah, that's right.

[Groaning]

Big mistake.

Bitch.

Damn.

No means no.

Don't you guys get that?

What is it, you stop understanding English

When you get a hard on?

Oh, it's too bad your macho friends can't see you now.

You look so pretty.

Oh, Marilyn.

I'm so sorry about the other night.

Sh.

[School bell]

Peter?

Yes?

Have you got a moment?

I'm running really late, Joyce.

This won't take long.

Have a seat.

How are you doing, Peter?

Fine.

I could use a little more sleep, but otherwise no problems.

Everything OK at home, then?

Yeah, perfect.

Uh-huh.

[School bell]

Joyce, if this is all you want to talk about,

Can we do it later?

I'm late for class.

Peter, sit down.

OK.

Peter, it's been brought to my attention

That you may be getting a little too

Involved with your students.

What has that pompous ass been telling you?

What pompous ass would that be?

Monsour?

Monsour and I didn't talk about you?

Is there something he knows that I should be aware of?

Peter?

No.

Peter, I heard about the basketball game.

Come on, Peter.

Gambling for grades?

The basketball game?

Oh!

Oh, yeah.

Rather unorthodox, don't you think.

Not to mention setting a bad precedent, perhaps.

Yeah.

I guess I see your point.

Good.

Thanks, Joyce.

Anytime.

Debbie?

Miss Long?

Hi, Miss Nakashi.

You scared me.

Sorry.

How's school?

Good.

Any trouble with Fiona?

No.

She's OK.

Thanks.

Oh my god.

What happened to your face?

The cut...

Nothing!

Nothing.

I just... fell.

Debbie, you can tell me.

What happened?

Was it Fiona?

You can tell me.

It's really OK.

She won't be doing that anymore.

I'm so sorry.

I should have known with your mother's history of abuse.

What?

I think it's best you come with me now.

I like it here.

I don't want to leave.

I have to take you out of any abusive situation.

And after what those detectives told me, I...

Detectives?

Would you like some lemon?

I think it's best you come with me right now.

I'm sorry, Anna.

I just can't do that.

I've got a date.

Of course.

May I help you, sir?

Yeah.

I have a reservation.

Rinaldi for two at 7:30.

Rinaldi?

Yes.

The lady is already here.

If you would follow me, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Hello, Peter.

How sweet.

No... no.

These are my new friends.

This is Dan, and this is Art.

And this is Peter.

Hey, Peter.

If you'll excuse me.

Peter, have a seat.

Where's Marilyn?

She couldn't make it.

Who's Marilyn?

The other woman.

Come on, let's go.

I'm gonna take you home.

But you just got here.

And we're having so much fun, aren't we?

I said, let's go.

Why don't you go, Peter?

I'll take her home.

Why don't you and your friend go back to your antipasto?

She's a minor.

Let's go.

I don't want to go.

I don't think she wants to go, Peter.

It's not your business.

I said, come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

I'm making it my business, Peter.

Jesus, Peter.

I know.

What the hell's going on?

I don't know.

Honey, who's that?

That's her.

Just wait in the car.

I've been waiting here forever.

Peter, thank God you're all right.

Don't.

You were so great with those men last night.

- Listen to me... - Peter...

Just listen to me.

You need some help.

Peter.

Listen, I'm going to talk to somebody at the school.

No, you can't.

I don't love you.

Don't say that.

Peter?

It's all right, Marilyn.

Just get back in the car.

It's her.

That's why you're being like this?

This game stops now.

OK, now this right over here?

This could have been done with a large kitchen knife.

And if that is indeed the case, it

Was probably done with a right-handed sweep,

Like this, from behind.

And it could have gone deep enough

To sever the carotid sheath, in which case,

Would have stroked out like that.

Detectives Homicide, looking for Principal Saunders.

Just a moment.

Cyanometry.

P-S-Y-A-N-O-M-E-T-R-Y, blue tissue... anything blue.

Wrong.

S-I-A-N-O-M-E-T-R-Y, the study of blue light.

Gentlemen, cyanometry, C-Y-A-N-O-M-E-T-R-Y,

The study of blue in light.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Uh, yeah.

Mr. Rinaldi, she's in a meeting right now.

Just ignore me.

Joyce, I need a minute.

We were just going to call for you.

Please come in and sit down.

Peter, this is Detectives Rosales and Archer.

They're here because of Debbie Strand.

We haven't been able to locate her this morning.

And we understand that you were involved with her

In some sort of an altercation last night.

Yeah, I can explain that.

Is something... is she OK?

Well, I'd have to say no, she's not OK.

What do you think?

What do I think?

Well, the reason I was coming to talk to Joyce this morning

Was about Debbie Strand.

You see, Debbie believes that she's... that

We are in love with each other.

Oh, good.

Yeah.

I've tried talking to her.

Nothing gets through.

She's obsessed or delusional or something.

You haven't done anything to encourage

This kind of behavior.

No.

No, I didn't.

But you didn't feel it was necessary to tell

Miss Saunders about this?

Well, I thought I could handle it.

I thought that it was a simple schoolgirl thing.

You don't have kids?

I have dozens.

This girl's father was killed when she was a child.

There was suspicion her mother did it but never proved out.

On top of that, it looks like both her mother and father

Abused her when she was young.

Nothing about this girl is simple.

[Knocking]

I'm sorry.

I have a call for Mr. Rinaldi.

It's Debbie Strand.

She says it's an emergency.

[Sirens]

We need to make this real clear.

You do what we say, or I cuff you to the car.

Stay behind me.

Debbie?

This is Detective Rosales.

I've got Peter with me.

DEBBIE: Go away.

I only want to see Peter.

He's out here.

Come on out.

We can talk about this.

DEBBIE: No, I don't want to talk anymore.

Just leave me alone.

Debbie, you know we can't leave.

We're here to help you.

Let me go in there.

Let me go first.

Debbie?

Why don't you...

[Gunshot]

Joe?

DEBBIE: Why did you bring him here?

Why won't you love me?

No!

God damn it, Peter.

Get back here.

Fuck, this hurts.

Debbie?

Debbie, it's Peter.

Open the door.

You can trust me, Debbie.

DEBBIE: I don't want to talk anymore.

Debbie, you don't have to do this.

You come out of there, I promise I'll stick by you all the way.

DEBBIE: I know how you really feel.

MR. RINALDI: Debbie, I am on your side.

I'm on your side, I promise.

Officer down, request backup.

1729 Oxford.

Debbie, you come out of there.

Debbie, please come out of there.

[Gunshot]

No!

Thanks.

Boy, that's a cool tattoo.

It's her.

That's why you're being like this?

Oh, God.

No.

Oh, no.

What the hell?

Come on.

Come on.

[Screaming]

[Siren]

Oh, my God.

Come on, come on, come on.

Stay with me.

You're not going anywhere.

[Glass shattering]

Fuck!

You bitch!

He's mine!

Marilyn.

Marilyn.

Debbie.

No!

Marilyn?

Marilyn?

Please be...

OFFICER: Don't move.

Officer, there's a girl in here with a knife.

Let me see your hands now.

I'm telling you, there's a girl...

No, shut up.

Get down.

You're making a mistake.

Shut up.

DEBBIE: Get off.

This is ruining everything.

No.

No, no.

Forget her.

I will in a minute.

Debbie, there's no need to kill her.

Peter, we need some time alone.

I know.

I know.

It's just you and me, Debbie.

It's just you and me.

I love you.

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

Peter?

Come on, Peter.

No.

Peter, come on.

Don't die on me, Peter.

Come on.

OK.

OK.

[Sirens]

[Music playing]