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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, ever 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 equal intrinsic worth, etc.

How you doing?

Lieutenant Owen.

John. Joe Rosellis. This is my partner, Phil Archer. Nice to meet you.

What do 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.

So, uh... Alright, can we let go now?

Yeah. Have fun.

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.

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.

himself. Now, friends, we must save our children from this dark and evil

temptation that is visited upon them by Satan. So I say to you, friends, we

cannot let

Oh, there you are. I'm so happy to see you. Come on. 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.

Oh,

hush, baby.

Hush now, baby. 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. And, oh, she's very protective of her mommy.

Well, I should get going. I'll be checking in from time to time. Oh, of

course. But please, call before you drop by, just in case I have guests over.

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 belong to your mother. They'll do you just fine.

I can't wear those. You'll 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.

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 in 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.

Good morning.

Bam! Bam!

Now don't dawdle after school.

I want that attic finished before supper. You hear me?

Yes, Grandma.

Nice throw!

Having trouble with your locker?

I can handle it.

Morning, Greg.

Good morning, Mr. Rinaldi.

You guys are done.

Yeah, it's cool. We're just playing a little game.

See you later.

You must be new.

Yes. These lockers can be tricky sometimes.

Let me give it a try.

Okay.

Thank you, Mr.

Rinaldi. And you better get to first period. You're late.

See you later.

Cute, huh?

Yes, he is.

You better put your tongue back in your mouth. He's way too old for you.

Really? Yeah.

I'm Janie.

Debbie. Hey.

What does Mr. Rinaldi teach?

Creative writing.

I'm in his first period class. It's a total bitch.

Where are you from?

Is he a writer? Yeah, I guess.

Hey. Did you get Rinaldi first period?

Yes. Cool. Class together.

So, um, what are you doing later?

Come on.

You understand what I mean? You're sure? Mr. Rinaldi?

Yes. Hi.

Oh, hi.

Call me Peter. Oh, Peter.

Uh, I'm going to be in your first period career... writing class tomorrow.

Mr. Rinaldi, a little help?

Oh, if you want to, you can set it down on the ground and roll it this way.

What are you saying, Mr. Saucer?

Nothing, just that sitting and reading all that poetry must have a softening

effect. I wouldn't want you to strain anything.

Yes, you're quite right, Mr.

Saucer. In fact, I'm having a hard time just keeping the ball aloft.

Oh, I'm sorry, Todd. That means up in the air, you know, off the ground.

Okay, Mr. R. Just try and hang on, and I'll come over there and grab it.

You know, Todd...

If you spend half as much time on your homework as you do on this basketball

court, you might actually graduate sometime this century.

Don't hold your breath, Pete.

Homework's for pussies.

I'm sorry, Todd. The poetry must affect my hearing also.

Did you say one-on-one?

Well, Todd, there goes your ass.

Yeah, right, Megan.

It's Megan?

What's with the Malibu Barbie?

That's Megan.

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.

Let'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.

Sorry, Mr. Rahr.

You okay?

So long, homework.

be educating and not playing with them.

It's my ride.

Better go. 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.

Well, the girl is madly in love with her.

Take me shopping.

Very cute.

You like? Yeah.

Whoa.

No problem. Just let me know if someone's coming.

So,

where to next?

Let's see. We could, um... Oh, wait a second.

Okay.

Stop being nice and thirsty.

Somniloquist.

S-O-M-N-I-L-O-Q-U-I-S-T.

Someone who talks in their sleep.

What's up, guys?

Hold these.

I'm 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.

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

Stab wound?

Yeah.

Well, I don't know. I don't know. 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.

Can you take another look?

Yeah, I could take an extra look, but, uh... We're gonna have to delay the

release of the remains to the family.

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

Oh, that's no problem.

We'll take care of it.

Okay.

Cool place.

Yeah, come on.

Look. City.

Beach.

Fucking

crazy.

Yes.

And generous.

Now you don't have to borrow mine.

Cool.

You need to celebrate.

You're bad.

In a good kind of way.

Hey, friends.

Oh, I am so glad you came home early. I made cookies.

They're just cooling off now.

Oh, look who's come to see you. Your mother actually brought her a 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 tone 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.

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 going to teach you a little discipline.

Think what you have done!

Tomorrow you'll clean the garage and the attic!

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 we have a non-believer

Class, this is Debbie Strand. She's a new student.

All right, settle down. Just settle down.

Thanks for helping me yesterday. You're welcome.

Please, take a seat.

Oh, my.

Okay, moving on.

Miss Wright, could you pass out this list of possible themes for tomorrow's

homework?

Okay, now getting back to what we were talking about, Joy's the intellectual.

Her wooden leg represents Joy's soul.

Now, what if he takes her from the schoolroom and takes her into the barn,

opens his briefcase?

What a spaz.

Sorry. Hey!

What are you laughing at?

Megan, are you all right?

Yes. I'm fine, thank you.

Okay, don't forget to write a page in your journals for tomorrow.

Ms. 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 going to be there all day.

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

I will.

Great. Two volunteers. Very cool.

Okay. Great.

I'll see you Saturday.

See you. Okay.

I want to talk to you, Strand.

Piss off a rope, Megan.

Megan with two E's?

Two E's.

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 freight.

Excuse me, miss.

Debbie?

Who are you?

Joe Rosales, LAPD.

This is my partner, Phil Archer.

What do you want?

Debbie, we need to talk to you about the, uh... I know it's only been a few

days, Debbie. We 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.

What do you want?

Mrs. Long.

Mrs. Long, yeah?

It was 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 questions.

Grieving mother.

Poor thing.

Anhydrous. A-N-H-Y-D-R-O-U-S.

Without water.

Met Janie. Thank God.

More importantly, Peter.

The first time I saw you, the heat 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 gonna 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, we need a bath. Okay.

Okay. Let's go get a bath.

Oh, sorry.

I'm sorry.

to this weekend?

You are?

Yes.

An entire weekend to ourselves?

Well, sort of. I have two students coming over to help out.

What? 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 okay. 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.

Hmm.

This happens all the time, and, uh... Well, 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.

Besides that, I don't like your sister.

Okay? I really hate your sister.

I'll make it up to you.

You know what? 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.

I'm walking today, guys.

Alright, 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.

I've just had a nervous breakdown

I assume we'll be making it to the garage soon.

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 crush 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.

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 at all?

I know there's more of them. Where are they, you sneaky little...

Get upstairs and finish packing that trunk.

Hi, Bebe.

Hey.

Yes, that's good.

Oh, yeah.

Bye.

Hasta la vista, Bebe.

Yeah, who is it?

It's Debbie.

Oh, hi. Come on in.

Hello? Yeah, come on in here.

Hi. Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

No, actually, I'm early.

Thanks for helping out.

Would have been nice if Megan could have made it too, but I'm sure we'll manage.

She's such a cuck.

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. Well, let's sell some junk.

Okay.

See, this isn't for milk. This is for cream.

Altadena dairy, $10.

No? $5.

Nah. $2.

$2? Okay.

How much are the lunch boxes?

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, Jenny.

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?

Where are you sweetie?

Mommy's got a biscuit for you.

Baby?

Where are you?

Baby? Where are you precious?

76, 77, 78, $178.

Get out.

We make a good team.

Yeah, we do.

I'll get it. Thanks.

It's locked. Sorry.

The spare key's under the pot.

Leave a message.

Peter, there's a flu bug going around. Some of the girls are out sick.

I'm going to pick up a couple more flights, so I don't know when I'll be

back.

Probably Monday.

We need to talk.

Bye.

Who was it?

No one It was the wrong number

What

are you doing?

Where's the bathroom?

It's right there Thanks

That door is 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 was in school.

Where have you been?

I was at church praying for my mother. Oh, pray.

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 going to 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. I'm sorry, Grandma.

Did I hurt you?

Please, dear.

Can I talk to you?

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.

Fiona sure has been generous.

She was very excited about this mission.

This thing weighs a ton. Yeah.

I remember she said... That if she were younger, she'd love to go herself.

Oh, she is.

Spiritually, of course.

Tell Fiona we missed her at church.

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

Uh-huh.

the children to stray so i don't mind car the devil's workshop

Marilyn?

Marilyn?

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 your 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.

Hello? Marilyn?

Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine.

Where are you?

No, no, I'm sorry.

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.

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, me too.

Bye.

So how's Marilyn?

You have to leave.

Peter.

This one had 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.

Hey, 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. Monsoor.

This is so sudden.

They're not for 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. 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 buffing your student.

I mean, we all have our little fantasies. I just don't think you should

act on them.

I am not buffing my student.

Yes, the flowers are for your diction and penmanship.

Miss McGray, you're late.

Hey, I'm arriving at 6.

I got a great idea.

Dinner at Umberto's around 8? Let me know.

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

Bye.

New York Gardens Hotel.

Yes, hello?

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

Please hold.

Thanks.

Miss Nakashi?

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.

You mind?

Please.

We have an open investigation with this fire incident and nobody wants to talk

about it.

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?

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

What do you want?

You weren't at school today. I want to make sure you're feeling okay.

Obviously you are.

Yeah, thanks for caring so much.

Where's the witch?

She's asleep, so you should leave.

Asleep?

Oh, asleep.

Well, good. 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.

Now who, Mr. Rinaldi?

Oh, bingo.

Yeah, I think I nailed it.

I've seen the way you look at him. And 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 nutbag.

That's what everyone thinks we did.

Oh, really?

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

I'm 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.

I like bug spray.

Hey.

Hey, take it easy.

Come on.

Hey.

Stop it. You'll rip it. Look, 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.

Big mistake.

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.

I'm so sorry about the other night.

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 okay at home, then?

Yeah, perfect.

Uh-huh.

Joyce, if this is all you want to talk about, can we do it late around late for

class? Peter, sit down.

Okay.

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?

Mansoor?

Mansoor 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 McCarthy.

You scared me.

Sorry.

How's school?

Good.

Any trouble with Fiona?

No, she's okay.

Thanks.

Oh, my God. What happened to your face? Nothing.

Nothing. I just fell.

Debbie, you can tell me.

What happened? Was it Fiona?

You can tell me.

It's really okay.

She won't be doing that anymore.

So sorry.

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

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

I like it here. I don't wanna leave.

I have to take you out of any abusive situation.

And after what those detectives told me, I have no choice.

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.

May I help you, sir?

Yeah. I have a reservation.

Rinaldi for two at 7.30?

Yes.

The lady's already here.

If you would follow me, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Hello, Peter.

How sweet.

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.

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 Annapasto?

She's a minor.

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.

I mean, 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.

Okay, 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.

Detective's homicide. Looking for Principal Saunders?

Just a moment.

I'm still holding.

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?

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 okay?

I'd have to say no.

She's not okay.

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 Ms. 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 it 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.

I'm sorry.

I have a call for Mr. Rinaldi. It's Debbie Strand.

She says it's an emergency.

No, Peter.

I need to make this real clear.

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

Stay behind me.

Debbie, this is Detective Rosales.

I've got Peter with me.

Go away.

I only want to see Peter.

He's out here.

Come on out. Let me talk about this. No, I don't want to talk anymore. 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.

Why don't you... Joe!

Why did you bring him here?

Why won't you love me?

God damn it, Peter! Get back here!

Fuck! This hurts.

Debbie?

Debbie, it's Peter. Open the door.

You can trust me, 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.

I know how you really feel.

Debbie, I am on your side. I'm on your side, I promise.

Officer down. Request backup.

Debbie, you come out of there. 1729 Oxford.

Debbie, please come out of there.

No!

Thanks.

Boy, that's a cool tattoo.

It's her.

That's why you're being like this.

Oh, God, no.

Oh, no.

Come on, come on.

Oh, my God.

Come on, come on, come on.

Stay with me.

Don't move!

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

Let me see your hands! Now!

Shut up! Get down!

You're making a mistake! Shut up!

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.

Peter.

Come on, Peter. Come on.

Peter, come on.

Don't die, Peter.

Come on. Okay.