All language subtitles for Devil.in.the.Flesh.2.2000

- How'd she take it?
- Not good,

not good at all.

You could hear her screaming
all over the east wing.

Well, it would seem
our resident poet

got a little
heartbroken, didn't she?

You know, we all
had a good laugh

over those pathetic poems
you wrote to Dr. Sims.

Let's keep in mind, she murdered

her own mother and grandmother.

- Both of whom were
physically abusing her.

Better wake up and
smell the dilaudid, sweetheart.

The only romance you're
gonna find in this place

is in those stupid books
you're always reading.

John, she's crossed
over the line.

To her, you're no
longer her doctor.

And I don't think
we're talking about

a school girl crush here.

Just what I thought,
all bark, no bite.

Bite this.

- What?

I said, bite this.

Liar!

- Hello?

- Hello?

- Don't just sit there.

Let's get out of here
before he comes back.

Hey!

- Are you crazy?
- No, I'm Debbie.

- What?
- My name is Debbie.

Listen, we've got
to get out of here

or he's gonna kill me.

- I don't see anyone.
- It's my husband.

Well, he's a perfect
angel when he's sober,

but when he's drinking
he gets angry.

What are you doing?

I'm calling the police.

No, please don't call
the police. You know why?

Because my parents,
they hated Johnny,

and I can't bear to hear
them say I told you so.

Please just get me as far
away from here as possible.

Okay.

Whatever.

I'm just really
grateful that you stopped.

Yeah, well, you didn't
leave me much of a choice.

What are you anyway, some
kind of nurse or something?

Yeah, I'm a nurse.

Okay, well, Nurse Debbie,

I can take you as
far as San Carlos.

- What's in San Carlos?

Homeby College.

You're going to college?

Hmm, unfortunately.

Wow, look at you.

I always wanted to go to
college and become a writer.

Yeah, well, you're welcome
to trade places with me.

I always wanted
to be an actress.

Think my father cares? No.

He's too busy flying all over
the world being a big shot.

Carley Hotels, for
the rest of your life?

If I hear that commercial one
more time, I am going to puke.

Just because he donated money

to their stupid
football stadium,

they kiss his ass.

On top of everything
else, it's Catholic.

Hey, don't nurses go to college?

Rude.

Debbie?

- Why'd we stop?

Uh, I had to go to the bathroom.

Um, but it's closed, so.

Looking for these?

Wow, I made the newspapers.

It's not a very good
picture, though, is it?

"Inmate's crush turns
deadly last night."

Crush?

It wasn't a crush.

I loved him.

Hey!

Hey!

What are you doing?

I don't care what you did, okay?

I just want to be on my way.

And call the police.

No.

No, I swear.

I swear, honest.

You know what, I'm not as
bad as they make me sound.

I'm not crazy.

- You killed two people.

- Yeah?

Who?

Nurse Bates?

She had it coming.

That sadistic bitch
used to feel me up.

And Dr. Sims, he was a liar.

He let the whole staff
read all my poetry.

I had opened my heart up
to him and poured it out,

and all he wanted
to do was put me

under a microscope
like a lab rat.

I mean, what ever happened
to true romantic love?

And how about all that
crap they spoon fed to us

when we were kids?

Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty.

Let me ask you, what is wrong
with wanting that fairy tale?

Where the hell is
my Prince Charming?

Well...

So much for fairy tales.

Now look, I just need your
car and your cell phone.

And I'm just gonna go to
Mexico for a little while.

Stay away from me, okay?

I have pepper spray.

And I'm gonna
disappear, that's all.

You eat shit and die, bitch!

No!

Thank you very much.

Oh.

- Hey, watch where you're going.

Pardon me.

Can I please see some ID?

Excuse me.

You broke the law,
parking in a red zone.

I'm sure the young
lady didn't realize

she was parking in
a red zone, Toby.

Good morning, Sam.

That sign's obstructed
by that tree branch there.

Yeah, so it is.

- So it's only fair that
you let the young lady

go with a warning.

Warning?

- We wouldn't want our visitors

to get a bad impression
of San Carlos' finest

being unfair, now, do we?

Visitor?

Oh.

No, I guess not.

Okay.

Consider it a
warning, then, Miss.

Have a good day.

Thank you.

Sheriff's son.

Old man's training him
to take over next year

when he retires.

He's not a bad kid.

He's just a little over eager.

- Well, thank you.
- Sure.

Oh, uh, you dropped that
back there outside the bank.

Very careless of me.

Wow, you must be the world's
most honest man or the richest.

Not on a professor's
salary, I'm afraid.

- Wait.

You teach here?

That's right, Sam Deckner.

Sam Deckner.

Why do I feel like
I've met you before?

I don't think so.

No?

Well, maybe not.

Thanks again. Have a good day.

Hey, Paco Sanchez.

- What?

- "If but our love were
the wings of a dove."

"Then we'd fly to the
distant shores of our hearts,

and we'd never be apart."

That's my favorite poem.

I can't believe that
you know Paco Sanchez.

I teach creative writing.

Well, like Toby said, you
have yourself a nice day.

You too.

Thank you.

Huh.

You have a message.

"Sam, thanks for the roses.

Running late.

See you in your office
in five minutes, Carla."

Carla.

Hmm.

Twice in one day.

Something tells me this
time it isn't a coincidence.

Well, I saw that
your door was open,

and I just wanted
to thank you, again.

, I can't accept that.

But a good cigar is my weakness.

How did you know?

Your book.

Let's see.

"Author Sam Deckner is an
avid sports enthusiast,

likes blues music,
Cajun cooking,

windsurfing, an
occasional cigar.

He currently resides
in San Francisco."

Well, he used to anyway.

I like you better
with the short hair.

Yeah, so you read
"Tempest Moon."

So you're the one.

It was the most romantic
thing I ever read.

I mean, I cried my eyes out.

- Yeah, unfortunately the sales

made my publisher cry as well.

Which would lead us
to the follow-up book,

"Blood on the Sand," more...

Accessible.

Yeah, I suppose it should
have been entitled,

"Sam Pays Rent."

You know, I knew
that was beneath you.

Werewolves at spring break.

I don't know which
was worse, your book

or the follow-up movie they
made from the book.

- Hey, I didn't write the movie.

So now you teach.

What's that expression,
those who can't do...

- Teach.

Right. It's very funny.

As a matter of fact, I'm
working on something right now.

Really?

What is it this time,
vampires at Mardi Gras?

I don't believe
I caught your name.

Tracy, Tracy Carley.

- Tracy Carley.

So you're a student
here at Homeby?

I'm in your creative
writing class.

Carley.

Carley, like the
football stadium Carley?

That's me.

Go team.

Hi.

- Carla.

Am I interrupting something?

No, no, no.

Tracy Carley, Carla Briggs.

She teaches English Lit.

- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

Well, you look
like you're busy, so-

- Yeah.

Hey, thanks again
for the cigars.

Pretty girl.

Yeah, she's very bright.

She actually read my book.

Come on, let's go
grab some lunch.

I'm starving.
- Actually, Sam,

I don't think I can
make lunch today.

Okay, what about tonight?

I'm sitting in at the roadhouse.

You can come watch me play. Hmm?

We'll get a bite after.

- I've been doing some thinking.

And these last three months
have gone really fast,

and I think I just need
some time on my own.

Time on your own?

Yeah, I was hoping that
you'd understand that.

Time on your own
or time with Jim?

Jim?

What, he asked me to
help him edit his book.

Come on, his book.

Jim Sykes can't even string
three sentences together.

I really need you
to trust me on this.

I just need some time
to clear my head.

All right, I'll just
leave it up to you.

Take however much time you need.

Thanks.

What? What is going on here?

Hi, I'm Tracy
Carley, and you are?

I'm Sydney Hollings.

I'm the RA on this floor and-
RA?

Resident assistant.

There are no men
allowed in the dorm

after 6:00 p.m. on weekdays.

I beg your pardon.

You must be kidding me.

And there is no loud
music during study hours.

That's 3:00 p.m. to
9:00 p.m. on weekdays.

Hello, you guys are
gonna have to leave.

I mean, I could call
the sheriff if you-

- No.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Mm, bye.

Apparently you didn't read
your orientation handbook.

- We got off on the wrong foot.

I'm Tracy Carley.

I know and you were supposed
to move in last Friday,

just like everybody else.

- Tracy Carley.

My daddy donated the stadium.

Rah, rah, sis-boom-bah.

- Oh, that Tracy Carley.

Why didn't you say so?

Please, just accept my
most humble apologies.

You know what, let me
escort you to your room.

We have special accommodations

for your stay here
with us, Miss Carley.

I just know you're
gonna love it.

- Great.

This is it.

Oh, hi.

I'm Laney.

You must be Tracy.

- Okay, there's been a mistake.

Oh, no, the only
mistake, Miss Carley,

was the one you made when
you thought you were supposed

to receive some sort
of special treatment.

- See, wait a minute here.
- You don't understand.

I cannot live here.

- Hey, Laney, why don't
you tell Miss Carley

why should has no
choice in the matter.

All freshmen have
to live in the dorms.

It's rule 17 in your handbook.

Well, Laney, while you're at it,

why don't you tell
Mother Superior over here

that the last time I checked
it was still a free country.

Okay, you know what, I'm
only gonna say this once.

I took this glorified
babysitting job

'cause, unlike some people,

I don't have a rich little
daddy to pay my way.

And I certainly do not intend
to let a spoiled little brat

like yourself make
things any worse for me

than they already are.

Here at Homeby College,

we have a much higher
standard for our students.

You're gonna follow the rules
just like everybody else

or you're down at
the dean's office.

Laney, why don't
you tell Miss Carley

what happens from there.

Uh, rule 14,
possible suspension.

At the very least,
they call your parents.

- Mm-hm.

Which, I might add, will go
on your permanent record.

Oh, and just so we're clear,

curfew is 11:00 p.m.
on school nights

and 1:00 a.m. on weekends,

at which time the doors
are gonna be locked,

and there is only one key
that will open them up.

And if for some reason you
decide to come in or out

before or after 11:00, we have
this thing called an alarm.

And it's gonna go off.

And I'm gonna take
you straight down

to Dean Slocum's office.

Welcome to my floor.

Sydney.

Listen, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean anything by that.

You know, it's that
time of the month,

if you know what I mean.

So really, I just
want to apologize.

And I hope we can
still be friends.

- Okay.

Apology accepted.

- Great.

Thanks.

Bye.

Well, that was a
pretty little speech,

made me kind of thirsty.

- Oh, um-
- Yes, Laney, I know.

Rule 12 in the student handbook,

"No consumption of
alcohol beverages

anywhere on school grounds."

Okay, I read the stupid thing.

I just wanted to shake up
Sydney's cage a little bit.

You know? Loosen that stick
that's perpetually up her ass.

There we go.

Let me tell you something
about rules there, Laney.

Rules were made to be broken.

Oh, nom I don't...

You got to turn down the
volume in your head, Laney.

Mommy and Daddy are deafening.

Mommy and Daddy don't
have anything to do with it.

- Sure they do.

Make us proud, Laney.

Be a good girl, Laney.

Don't have any fun, Laney.

Why'd you come to
college anyway?

- Oh, well, I got a scholarship
in computer science.

And?

- I don't know.

What?

- Freedom, okay?

Loosen those shackles that bind.

You know, be all you can be.

Let down your hair.

I can tell you one thing, Laney.

I don't know about you,

but I'm not gonna turn
out like my mother.

Come on, roomie.

Well, I suppose one
little sip can't hurt.

That's the spirit.

Is it your first time?

Oh, no, I've drank plenty of...

- Right.

When?

Communion?

So you've got a
scholarship, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, you must be pretty
good at those things, then.

- Sure.

You know, this is,
this is really pretty good.

Yeah, knock yourself out.

So can you show me how to
work one of these things.

You don't know how
to work a computer?

No, call me old-fashioned.

My god.

They're the greatest.

What would you
like to see first?

We can look up
anything you want.

I mean, the whole
world of knowledge

is right here at our fingertips.

- Porn.

- Porn?

Yeah, the raunchier, the better.

Oh, come on.

Don't tell me you've
never seen porn before.

- Well, there is this one site.

Okay.

- What?

Oh, god.

Okay.

My god.

So Laney, tell me something.

Can you send an email to someone
disguised as somebody else?

You mean, like use someone
else's email address?

- Yeah, I guess.

Sure, yeah, I could do that.

But I think something like
that is probably illegal.

- Again with the rules.

I just want to play a
prank on some friends.

Come on.

Well, I guess
I could give it a try.

You have a message.

Sam, I wanted to
tell you in your office today...

- Right.

"Jim and I are back together.

I'm sorry, Carla."

- Cool.

Okay, so now I want
Sam to talk to Carla.

"Carla, since we're being
honest, you should know,

there's someone else in my life.

It's better this way.

I'm sorry.

Sam."

Listen, I'm really sorry before

when I called you Lamey.

Oh, that's okay.

People used to call me
that in high school too.

Oh.

Why is the room spinning?

What are you doing?

Tracy's rule number one,

there are no rules.

Where did you get that?

Mother Superior dropped it.

Tell you what, why
don't you come with me?

- Are you crazy?

I mean, it's almost midnight.

I promise you
won't turn into a pumpkin.

- I don't know.

All right, well, you
tell Mommy and Daddy

I said hello, okay?

- Wait a minute.

Okay.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Mm.

So where are we going anyway?

- I have a date.

A date? With who?

Destiny.

We can't go in there.

Yes, we can.

Tracy, we can't...

Shut up, Mother.

Come on.

Hey, hey!

There's a fire down
there in the alley.

Oh, shit.

There he is.

- You're right. He is gorgeous.

- Yeah.

Well, aren't you
gonna go up there and say hello?

No. It has to appear to be
a coincidence that I'm here.

Come on.

Hey, two screaming
orgasms, please.

Relax, Laney, it's just a drink.

Haven't we met somewhere before?

Hey, buddy, do I look
like your right hand to you?

You've got to do it all
in one shot. Cheers.

You know, I've never
had an orgasm before.

Really?

I like mine in multiples.

Hey, two more.

Come on, let's go.

No, I'm serious.

I think I know you
from somewhere.

Get lost, jerk.

- Tracy?

Hi.

That was you up there.

Aren't you a little bit
too young to be drinking?

Well, if you
don't tell, I won't.

Hey, say hi to my
roommate, Laney.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So you really can play.

I mean, it's not
just pure nonsense

on the back of your book.

Well, you know, some boys,
they collected baseball cards.

I collected Muddy
Waters records.

Hey, listen, what are you
drinking? Let me get one.

Actually, I got to
make a phone call.

Oh.

Damn.

Shit.

Over here.

Shit.

Get down.

Get down.

Come on.

Come on.

Laney, come on.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Laughlin.

That's where I know you from.
You're the girl who gave them

all the trouble over
on the east wing.

- Why, you little bitch.
- Hey!

Laney.

Laney?

I bet they got a reward
out for you, huh, baby?

- Laney?

Laney, come on, get up.

Get up, Laney.

Laney, we've got to go.

Come here. Come
here, put these on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, Laney.

Please.

We need to leave
right now, Laney.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Laney.

Sweetie.

Breakfast of champions.

Drink up.

I just need to get
rid of this headache.

Thanks.

So we had quite a
night last night, huh?

Well, I'll have to
take your word for it.

Afraid I don't remember much
after that second orgasm.

Boy, that has got to hurt.

Still can't believe it.

It's my first murder
investigation.

- Yeah.

Break out the fireworks
and the party hats.

So what have you got?

- Couple people remember him
last night drinking in the bar.

Hit on a few women.

He didn't get lucky, though.

He left by himself around
1:00 a.m., kind of in a hurry.

That's about it.

Check out his shoes.

Those things went
out with bell bottoms, huh?

I'm talking about
what's on them.

Somebody wasn't
feeling too good.

Oh, yeah.

- Get a sample.

- You're kidding, right?

Hey, this is the glamorous part.

Hey, El Capitans.

These puppies ain't cheap.

- Say what?
- This lipstick looks fresh.

God, I had nightmares all night.

- Nightmares?
- Mm-hm.

What about?

- I don't know.

You know, that drunk in the
bar chasing us, you know,

creepy stuff.

But oh, now I feel incredible.

Oh my god.

You're going to class like that?

- Use it if you got it.

Let's go.

Wait up!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey, what's up?

Sydney lost her key.

Look what I found
on the bathroom floor.

Sydney, you really
should be more careful.

This could go on your
permanent record.

Okay, so we've got a murder
victim that's a trechant,

an ex-mental patient
with a criminal record

as long as your arm.

A guy like that's got to
have a lot of enemies.

It's more than likely that
he knew who his killer was.

What do we make of the fact

that the 2x4 had
no prints on him?

Killer wore gloves?

Well, that's a possibility.

But this time of year and all,

I'd say that he or she
wiped that 2x4 clean.

Oh, yeah, right.

So he or she is no dummy.

Now I'm counting on
the she, you know why?

The puke.

- The puke?
- Sure.

Chicks can't hold their liquor.

You follow some girl
out of the bar and wham,

she pukes all over his shoes
and then lets him have it.

- Well, I suppose that's
one way to look at it.

Actually I was
thinking about the fact

that the cigar had
lipstick on it.

And then, of course,
there's this.

Hard evidence, you know why?

- I'm oh for two as it is, pop.

Maybe you should just tell me.

I told you, don't call
me that when we're on duty.

- Right.

Sorry.

- Okay.

Now, how many men's
shirts have you seen

with a button like
that on them, hm?

- I don't know.

You've got a point there.

You'd better get to class.

Come on, you're gonna be late.

It's all part of
the plan, Laney.

Plan? What plan?

Yes, if you want to
get a man's attention,

you make a late entrance.

And then you give
them something that

keeps them coming back for more.

Love is a game.

It's a dance.

And contrary to popular belief,

the woman should always lead.

Wow.

This is pretty good.

You can really write.

Hopefully he thinks so.

"He wanted to be
single in himself,

the woman single in her self.

He wanted sex to revert to the
level of the other appetites,

to be regarded as a
functional process,

not as a fulfillment."

What is DH Lawrence trying
to say here exactly?

Sex sells.

Ms. Carley, so nice
of you to join us,

even if you're 15 minutes late.

- I'm so sorry.

It won't happen again.

Uh, okay.

Let's see.

Where were we?

Let's turn to page 12.

"On the whole, he hated sex.

It was such a limitation.

It was sex that
turned a man into...

Hey, Paco Sanchez.

I teach creative writing.

Something tells me this
time it isn't a coincidence.

El Capitans, eh?

A good cigar is my weakness.

How did you know? Yeah, so
you read "Tempest Moon."

Yeah, I suppose it should have
been titled, you're the one.

Don't believe I
caught your name.

Carley, like you're a
student here at Homeby.

Tracy Carley, hey, thanks
again for the cigars.

She actually read my book.

Okay, what about tonight?

I'm sitting in at the Roadhouse.
You can come watch me play.

I'll just leave it up to you.

I'm afraid we're
running out of time.

Were there any questions?

Miss Carley.

- Do you have any advice
for an aspiring writer,

such as myself?

Simple. Write what you know.

So when you wrote
the "Tempest Moon,"

you were writing from your
own personal experiences

and beliefs?

Well, to some extent, yes.

Of course, you have to
take some creative license.

Okay, but when Hart says to Lila

that true love has no limits

and their souls are
destined to find each other

through the millenniums

and they shouldn't
let anything stand

in the way of their love,

even to the point of dying
or killing for their love,

do you believe that personally?

Well, you could say yes.

I suppose there's a part of me

that's something of
the incurable romantic.

On that thought, we'll see you
back here tomorrow morning.

Hi.

- Goodbye.
- Hey, wait a minute.

Where's the fire?

Do you know that you have a zit

right on the end of your nose.

- Mr. Deckner, I was
wondering if you'd read

one of my poems.

Okay, sure.

I'd be happy to.

- Could you wait till I'm gone?

Oh, okay, sure.

Yeah, yeah, this is one
of our most popular brands.

But hey, you know, cigars are
in right now with these brats.

In the past week
alone, I probably sold
100 boxes of those.

Now I was thinking more
particularly of a female.

Female?

Matter of fact, there
was a pretty young girl

who came in here just yesterday.

She said something about
buying them for her teacher.

Hi.

Have you seen Sam?

I was supposed to meet
him in his office at 3:00.

No, I haven't seen him.

Oh.

We were gonna go for
a ride on his Harley.

I just love
motorcycles, don't you?

No, not really.

And actually, I'm kind of
busy, if you don't mind.

Hey, can I ask you
something, woman to woman?

Do you think this skirt
does anything for me?

Like I said, I'm
really rather busy.

All right.

Well, sorry to bother you.

Miss Carley.

I was just looking for you.

The suspense is killing me.

Did you read it?

Yes, I did.

Okay, you read it.

- Okay, you hated it.
- No.

Actually, I thought
it was quite good.

Really?

Really?

Isn't that Sam?

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

Well, you could
tell me there's more

- where those came from.
- There's more.

- Good.
- There's lots more.

- I'd like to see them.

Bring them tomorrow
to class with you.

- Okay.

People are gonna
get the wrong idea.

Yeah, sorry.

I'll bring them.

- Right. Good.
- Okay.

Yeah, that was Sam.

Something you
want to talk about.

Hey.

Hey, girl.

What's up?

Breakfast, lunch,
and probably dinner.

Those pills you gave me wore off

midway through my third class.

Where'd you get my key?

- What?

I want to know, right
now, where you got my key.

I told you, I found
it on the floor.

You think you're
pretty clever, don't you?

Let's see if you find this
one on the bathroom floor.

- Well, hun, you put it
where no one will look.

That's all the time
we have for this morning.

Oh, also, as you
may or may not know,

the English department is having

its annual open house
tonight at Sutter Hall.

Nothing formal, just
a chance for you

to get acquainted with
faculty and fellow students.

And of course, you
get a free meal,

for those of you
on a tight budget.

Eight o'clock sharp, be there.

Hey, look, it's the
teacher's pet, fellas.

Fuck off.

Oh, what a dirty
little mouth you have.

I love that in a woman.

- You know what,

you should just go pedal
your dimples somewhere else,

monkey boy, because I
am just not interested.

Apparently, you
don't know who I am.

Hey, Tony, tell teacher's
pet here who she's talking to.

Buddy Lyle, star quarterback
of the Homeboy hornets.

Now I know who you are.

You're the fucker
who's gonna be picking

his balls up off the floor

if you don't get out of my
way in about two seconds.

Now move.

Is there a problem here, Buddy?

No problem, Mr. D.

The young lady here and I
were just talking football.

Yeah, and I was
just telling Buddy

how I hope he throws a
better pass in the game

than he just through
at me, huh, Buddy?

What are laughing at, huh?

- Sorry.

Guys like that just bring
out the worst in me.

That's okay.

Is that for me?

- Yeah.

I feel really naked.

There's a lot of
personal stuff in here.

And you're the first person
I ever let read this.

Well, then, I would be honored.

- Just be gentle, okay?

Okay.

I can tell he wants me.

How can you tell that?

A woman just knows.

You know, it's a
look in their eye,

the things they say,
things they don't say.

Aren't you gonna get dressed?

What for?

We are going to a party.

A party?

- The English
department's open house.

- Cool.

But I'm not taking
English this semester.

You sure it's okay?

Of course.

They can't stop me from bringing
my best friend, can they?

Best friend?

Really?

- Sure.

I never had a
best friend before.

Laney, I have a feeling
that we're gonna be doing

a lot of things that you
have never done before.

Now come on, get dressed.

I can't go.

- What? Why not?

Look at me.

I mean, what will I wear?

I hate my clothes.

- Well, I've got plenty
of stuff you can wear.

Come on, take your pick.

This would be perfect for you.

Come here.

My god.

What do you think?

But what about my hair?

I mean, I hate my hair.

Hold on.

Okay, sit back.

Relax.

And the doctor is in.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Sheila, Sheila Lipton.

We're in the creative
writing class together.

Kathy this is Tracy Carley.

Her father owns Carley Hotels.

So very nice to meet you.

Kathy and I are sisters.

You don't look like sisters.

No.

In a sorority, Tri Delta.

We were wondering, with rush
week coming up and everything,

we were wondering
if you had given

any thought as to
how you might pledge.

Yeah. Yeah, I have.

I pledge not to hang out
with phonies like you.

"We're sisters."

Hey!

You see?

What'd I tell you, guys?

I knew she was a dyke.

Just ignore him, all right?

Hey.

What's your name, sweetheart?

- Laney.

Buddy, leave her alone.

She's a big girl.

Why don't we let her
speak for herself.

You a man hater, too, Laney?

No.

- Listen to me.

I don't hate men.

I just hate little boys who
have to wave their dicks

in everyone's face
to get attention.

Hey, carpet munch,
ditch the fish, get your wish.

Hey, Buddy.

Hey, give it a rest.

So I was hoping I
would run into you.

You got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

I've been writing
most of my life.

And I've been teaching
for five years,

so I think that I can
recognize talent when I see it.

Oh god.

Here it comes.

- I'd like to show your
works to my publisher,

with your commission, of course.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, I
think you're gifted.

And I think the world
needs to know about it.

Oh my god.

- You are a real piece
of work, you know that?

Excuse me.

I don't know what Carla

ever saw in you in
the first place.

Listen, Jim, you got what
you wanted, so don't push it.

What I want is
to see Carla happy.

Well, good.

Then I hope both
of you are happy.

Now if you'll
excuse me, I'd like

to get back to speaking
with the young lady.

Sure thing.

I guess some people just don't
mind shitting where they eat.

Oh my god.

- What are you doing?
- Next time you got something

to tell me, you do it in person.

- I don't ever want to
talk to you again, ever.

You okay?

- I think I'd just better leave.

Sam.

You made a fool
out of me tonight.

- No, you did that all
on your own, sweetheart.

Where do you think
you're going, huh?

Huh?
- You know what,

I am really not in
the mood for you,

so move out of my way.

You're forgetting, I'm a
lot stronger than you are,

so it won't do you
any good to struggle.

Yeah, you are
strong, aren't you?

I kind of like that.

It kind of turns
me on, you know?

Come on.

Just show me how strong you are.

Come on.

Come here.

Mr. Dean, look
what she did to me.

I'm gonna need stitches.

Yeah, and I suppose
you want me to believe

you didn't have it coming.

- You okay?
- Ow!

I think I sprained it.

- You could have
damaged my throwing arm.

Tell it to the sheriff.

- What?

No, no.

You don't need to
call the sheriff.

I don't want to make a
big deal out of this.

- No, it is a big deal.

He's been harassing
you from day one.

I think we're even.

All right, listen, you ever
do something like this again,

you ain't gonna have
an arm to throw with.

Do we understand one another?

Get out of here.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Is it this one here?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Ow.

I think it's swollen.

Just lay back here on the couch.

- Okay.

Let's get some
ice on that ankle.

94 Oakwoods, nice.

You know your wine.

Yeah, don't be surprised.

I mean, my dad had
quite a collection.

You know, we used to
have a glass of wine

with dinner every night.

Got a cork screw?

- It's probably not a good idea.

Oh, come on.

Medicinal purposes only.

After the night we both had,

I think we could
use a glass of wine.

Don't you?

- So I tell my
publisher this next book

is gonna break the bank.

So they gave me a
nice fat advance,

out of which I bought my Harley
and my sunburst Les Paul.

To date, I haven't
written one word.

Nothing.

I'm blocked.

And they're expecting
a draft next month.

Maybe you just need
some inspiration.

Yeah, well, I'd better
get you back to the dorm.

Oh.

You know, it's after 11:00.

Really?

Whoa.

Time flies when...

This isn't good.

Well, do you have a guest room?

Guest room?

Yeah, at your place.

Or we can go to a motel.

- Motel.

- Yeah.

Well, you can drop
me off at a motel.

- A motel?
- Yeah, yeah.

You know what, I'll be fine.

So yeah.

Ow, ow, ow.

Ow.

That was incredible.

- Yeah, it was.

You want to know a secret?

- What?

Okay.

That was my first time.

- What?

You're kidding, right?

No.

- Jesus.

You should have told me.

Are you mad?

No.

I'm just surprised.

It's just, you know,
waiting for the right person,

someone special, like you.

You know what I want now?

- What?

My second time.

I can't do this.

What do you... What?

What are you doing?

I can't do this.

You are mad.

No, I'm no mad.

I mean, to be honest with
you, I'm mad at myself.

This whole evening, this
should have never happened.

I'm your teacher.

It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

We drank too much wine.

Come on, I'll take
you to that motel.

No.

You just, you just need some
time to get used to the idea.

No.

No.

- I don't understand how you
can make love to me one minute,

and then the next-

- Tracy, look, you're
a terrific girl.

You're very beautiful.

You're very bright
and very talented.

But right now, my life is a
little bit too complicated.

I'm a complication?

No.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I really like you.

No, you know what?

I understand.

I'll leave.

- What are you doing?
- Can you let me in?

I'll explain later.

I can't.

The alarm will go off.

I made a copy of the key.

- It's under my desk.
- Now you tell me.

Can you do it before
the sun comes up?

- All right, all right.

Thank you.

Gotcha.

And I'm reporting both
of you to the dean.

- We're fucked.

I could lose my scholarship.

You know, the dean's office
will call our parents.

Tracy, I don't exactly
relish the idea

of my dad coming up here.

Tracy!

Our parents.

Our parents?

Yes.

- I'll take care of it.

Go back to bed.

I'll take care of it.

What do you want?

Listen to me, I'm
actually really sorry.

I don't want to hear it.

Well, can you at least
then hear me out?

I don't have to hear you out.

You think I don't know all about

spoiled little rich
girls like you?

How you think the world
just revolves around you.

Everybody's always kissing
your moneyed little ass.

Guess what, sweetheart,
not this time.

All right, how much?

What?

How much money is it gonna
take to shut you up, Sydney?

$10,000.

$10,000?

Make it $20,000.

You still want to argue?

All right.

All right, Sydney.

In my hand by noon.

What do you think you're doing?

Blow me.

You know, they say most
accidents happen in the home.

Not so fast.

I'd like to ask you two about
this unfortunate incident.

Incident?

I thought you said
it was an accident.

You suspect foul play?

Oh, no, not really.

It's routine, for the record.

We're asking all the girls on
the floor if they might happen

to remember to have
heard something

or seen something
out of the ordinary

this morning prior
to the accident.

No, sir.

We were sleeping like
two little cherubs.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

What the hell's a cherub?

Tracy?

- Yeah.

I was just wondering
what you meant last night

when you said you'd
take care of it.

- What?

With Sydney, last night.

You said you'd take care of it,

and I was just
curious what happened.

Oh, yeah, I paid her money.

What?

$2,000 to be exact.

You bribed her?

Well, yeah, it
was her idea, actually.

I can't believe
you gave her $2,000.

Well, I didn't kill her, if
that's what you're driving at.

Look, I went to the
bank, to the ATM machine.

And I brought the
money back to Sydney,

who didn't thank
me, I might add.

She went and took a shower.

I went to take a
walk to think about

how I wasted $2,000 on
that ungrateful bitch.

It was an accident, Laney.

Okay?

Now granted, she was
a first class bitch,

and you don't see me crying
any tears over the fact

that she fried herself.

Do I look like a killer to you?

No.

Of course not.

I'm sorry.

- Okay?

Just give me your
share of the $2,000

and we'll call it even, okay?

I don't...

Laney, I'm kidding.

Oh.

Listen, Carla, I
don't want to talk

about this right now, okay?

- Sam, can we take this inside?

Okay, I realize that
I made a huge mistake

ever getting involved with
you in the first place.

That's just something
that I will have to learn

to deal with on my own.

Excuse me, you made the mistake?

Just shut up, Sam.

It took everything
I could muster

to come down here
and just talk to you

so the least that you
can do is hear me out.

Okay, fine.

Would you hurry up, because
I got a class to go teach.

I've gone over this a
million times in my head,

and there's just no
easy way to say it.

So I'm gonna be blunt.

I'm pregnant, and
you're the father.

- Are you sure?

I mean, are you
sure that it's mine?

I mean, it's not Jim's?

Jim has nothing to do with this.

- Well, I was just asking
because you have been with Jim.

Jim? Where would
you get that idea?

You.

You told me yourself.

Me?

Email, the night after you
said you wanted time alone.

You told me through email

that you were seeing
somebody else.

- What?

No, I didn't.

You didn't?

You're not seeing someone?

No.

Not really.

Not really?

No, I am not
seeing someone else.

- Not even Tracy Carley?

- Tracy Carley?

- Well, she came into my
office looking for you

saying that you guys had a date.

No, I am not
seeing Tracy Carley.

You're not seeing Jim?

No.

Then I don't get it.

Well, that makes two of us.

Why didn't you tell me you
were pregnant the other day?

Because I was confused.

I didn't know how
you would take it.

And I've been so emotional,

I must have taken that pregnancy
test 100 times.

- Hello.
- What are you doing?

Celebrating.

Right here, in your office?

Want me to stop?

So we were working
on something and...

Project that we're
working on together.

Yeah, right.

And then, boom, the
thing comes sailing

right through the window.

- I see.

Did you see anyone
in the vicinity

when you first came in?

No.

No.

Anybody got it in
for you, Professor?

- Excuse me?
- Enemies.

Do you have any enemies,

an ex-student with a bad grade,

an ex-girlfriend
with a bad attitude?

Hm?

Okay, well, I guess that
about wraps it up, then.

- Aren't you gonna take the rock

and run some fingerprints
or something?

I'm afraid we won't
find much of anything

on something like that.

- Tracy.

You trapped him.

- What?

You couldn't have
him fair and square,

and now you're pretending
to be pregnant.

Hm.

How did you get in here?

- Do you believe in soul mates?

I believe it's time for
you to get out of my office.

Mm, I do.

I believe there's a
special person out there

for each and every one of us.

We're predestined to meet
and live happily ever after

with that one special person.

Sometimes you don't
even see it, and bah!

And we let them slide
right through our fingers.

I think I've heard enough.

I think that you know it

when you meet that
one special person.

If you just open up your heart,

and I don't think that
you should let anyone

or anything stand between
you and that one person.

It was you.

You threw that rock.

- Just a little warning.

Warning?

Are you threatening me?

- I don't make threats.

Stay away from Sam.

Thank you.

Laughlin, that's
where I know you from.

Now you can see
why I hate computers.

It's you.

You killed those people?

Laney.

Laney, Laney, listen.

Can't you see that some
people deserve to die, Laney,

bad people, mean people,
and stupid people.

No!

- Laney, Laney.

No, no.

I don't want to hurt you, Laney.

- No.
- Laney, no, shh.

Laney, give me the phone.

Laney.

Hm.

I think I know who did this.

But I didn't know.

She kept saying that she
didn't want to live anymore.

Do you know why she
didn't want to live anymore?

No.

But I know that she was
really depressed, you know,

because her parents were
pushing her too hard.

And she was taking
a lot of these.

And it wasn't even
just the pills.

I mean, she was drinking
and she was sneaking out.

And then she started
smoking cigars.

Cigars?

Yes.

I tried to stop her, I did.

And she was crying out for help,

and I couldn't even help her.

Miss Carley, is there
anything we can do for you?

The college has counselors
for this sort of thing.

No.

I'll be all right.

Thank you, though.

You've been really kind.

Hi. Do you know
where Tracy Carley is?

Yeah, she's probably at
the Crisis Counselor Center.

Crisis Counselor?

Well, why's that?

- Well, didn't you hear?

Her roommate committed suicide.

Yeah, the girl in the brown
sweater was with another girl,

pretty brunette.

Sam was chatting her up.

Sam?

I'm sorry about last night.

No, it's my fault.

I love you.

Surprise.

What's she doing here?

How did you get in here?

- I cooked you dinner
and I wrote you a poem.

It's about how we
made love last night.

- What?

Carla, I-

- Apparently there
are a few things

you conveniently left out
of our earlier conversation.

Goodbye, Sam.

Carla, wait.

Tracy, I had a little bit

too much to drink last night.

We both had a little
bit too much to drink.

It was a mistake.

No, because there was more.

I could see it in your eyes
when you made love to me.

Tracy, Carla's
gonna have my baby.

I've asked her to marry me.

She's lying.

She's trying to trick you.

She's not the one for you, Sam.

I'm the one for you.

- We don't even know each other.

I know you.

I've been waiting my
whole life for you.

- Please.
- I let you inside me!

Tracy, I love Carla.

I hate her.

She's got you confused.

You don't know
what you're saying.

It isn't fair,
because I love you.

Tracy, listen to me.

I'm sorry if I hurt you,

but I want you to believe
this when I tell you.

I don't love you.

Understand that?

And I want you to leave.

I wish she was dead.

Bartender said he saw you
talking to her that night.

- Well, she's a student of mine.

I spoke to her briefly
during the break.

What's this about?

We think she may
have been involved-

- We just wanted to ask
her a few questions.

We haven't been
able to find her.

Do you have any idea
where she might be?

Well, as a matter of fact,

she was here just a few
minutes ago, and she left.

- She was here?

- That's right.

Students do that often,
come to your house?

Sure, sometimes.

Well, do you know where
she might have gone now?

- I don't know.

She seemed pretty upset,
so I assumed she was-

- Upset, why?

Misunderstanding.

Sheriff, what is this about?

This girl may be in a
lot of trouble, Professor.

I think there's more to
this than he's telling.

Maybe it's time to pay
the girlfriend a visit.

- Okay.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

Well, maybe she's asleep.

Somebody turned that light out.

Now you go around
to the side door.

Easy, what's the matter?

She has a knife.

No!

No!

Sam, don't you see?

I have to do this for us!

Please, put the gun down.

You and I were
meant to be together.

She's gonna have my baby.

- That's all lies, Sam.

No, please, I really am.

Shut up.

- Hey, what's going on in here?

No!

- Don't.

Stop it!

But you're my Hart.

I'm your Lila.

No, I'm not.

You love me.

- You need help!

I need you.

What we don't need is her.

Oh my god.

Sam.

I'm okay.

See about my boy.

- Oh, good thing the old
man made me wear a vest.

Is he okay?

Professor.

Professor, she's...

What the hell's going on?

I'm sorry, sir.

There seems to be a young lady

lying in the middle of the road.

She was here.

- I believe you.

Let's just go.

Oh, come on.

Don't just sit there, let's go.

- What are you-

- My husband is gonna kill
us all if we don't just go.

Can we please-
He what? Your husband, what?

He's crazy drunk,
and we had a fight.

And he left me out here
in the middle of nowhere.

Now can we go?

- God, you're bleeding.

Nah, it's just a scratch.

No, no, no, don't call
the police, oh please,

because my parents,
they hated him.

And if they find out about this,

I'll never hear the end of it.

Come on, you heard
the young lady.

Let's go.

We can take you as
far as the next town.

- What's in the next town?
- My daughter.

She's mixed up in some
trouble there at the college.

You know, you kind
of resemble Tracy.