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[music playing]

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 going to 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.

[crash]

[alarms]

Liar!

[screaming]

[music playing]

[tires squealing]

Hello?

Hello?

Don't just sit there.

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

Hey!

[tires squealing]

Are you crazy?

No, I'm Debbie.

What?

My name is Debbie.

Listen, we've got to get out of here or he's going to 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 faraway from here as possible.

OK.

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.

OK, 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.

[music playing]

Debbie?

[gasps]

Why'd we stop?

Uh, I... I had Togo to the bathroom.

Um, but it's closed, so... [sighs]

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... I don't care what you did, OK?

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.

Whatever 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?

So much for fairy tales.

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

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

Stay away from me, OK?

I have pepper spray.

And I'm going to disappear, that's all.

You eat shit and die, bitch!

[phone ringing]

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 Ina 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.

OK.

Consider it a warning, then, Miss.

Have a good day.

Thank you.

Sheriff's son.

Old man's training him to takeover 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.

[engine starting]

Huh.

[music playing]

COMPUTER: 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... I just wanted to thank you, again.

[Spanish], I... 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 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, um, 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, um, I don't think I can make lunch today.

OK, 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... I've been doing some thinking.

And uh, 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.

[scoffs] 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 PM on weekdays.

I beg your pardon.

You must be kidding me.

And there is no loud music during study hours.

That's 3:00 PM to9:00 PM on weekdays.

Hello, you guys are going to 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.

O, 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.

OK, 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... 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 check edit was still a free country.

OK, you know what, I'm only going to say this once.

I took this glorified babysitting job

because, 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 going to 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, a possible suspension.

At the very least, they call your parents.

Mm-hm.

Which, I might add, will goon your permanent record.

Oh, and just so we're clear, curfew is 11:00 PM on school

nights and 1:00 AM on weekends, at which time

the doors are going to be locked,

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

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

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

And it's going to go off.

And I'm going to take you straight

down to Dean Slocum's office.

Welcome to my floor.

Sydney.

Listen, um, 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.

OK.

Apology accepted.

Great.

Thanks.

Bye.

Well, that was a pretty little speech,

made me kind of thirsty.

- Umm... - Yes, Laney, I know.

Rule 12 in the student handbook, "no consumption"

of alcohol beverages anywhere on school grounds."

OK, 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, um, no.

I don't...

You've 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, OK?

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

going to turn out like my mother.

Come on, roomie.

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

That's the spirit.

[coughing]

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.

[coughs] You know, this is, um, 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, uh, there, um... there is this one site.

OK.

[music playing]

What?

Oh, god.

OK.

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.

COMPUTER: You have a message.

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

Right.

"Jim and I are back together.

I'm sorry, Carla."

Cool.

OK, 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, um, I'm really sorry before when

I called you "Lamey."

Oh, that's OK.

People used to call me that in high school too.

Oh.

[laughs] Why is the room spinning?

[gasps]

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, OK?

Wait a minute.

OK.

Yeah?

Yeah.

[coughing]

Mm.

So um, 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.

LANEY: Well, are you going to 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.

[applause]

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.

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... I got to make a phone call.

Oh.

Damn.

Shit.

Over here.

Shit.

Get down.

Come on.

Laney, come on.

I think I'm I'm going to be sick.

Laughing.

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!

[groans]

Laney.

Laney?

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

[grunts]

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, Laney.

Please.

We need to leave right now, Laney.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

[moaning]

[retching]

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.

[laughs]

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?

Uh, uh, couple people remember him

last night drinking in the bar.

Hit on a few women.

Didn't get lucky, though.

He left by himself around1:00 AM, kind of in a hurry.

That's about it.

Check out his shoes.

Those things went outwith 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.

[groans]

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.

LANEY: 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.

[laughter]

OK, 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 2 by 4

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 2 by 4 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.

OK.

Now, how many men's shirts have you

seen with a bottom 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 going to 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, OK.

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...

SAM (VOICEOVER): 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 now?

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.

OK, 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.

OK, but when Hart says to Lila that true love has no limits

and, um, 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.

Uh, Mr. Deckner, I... I was wondering

if you'd, um, read one of my poems.

OK, sure.

I'd be happy to.

Could you wait till I'm gone?

Oh, OK, sure.

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

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

Uh, 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.

[knocking]

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 going to go for a ride on his Harley.

I just love motorcycles, don't you?

No, not really.

And actually, um, 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.

OK, you read it.

OK, 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.

OK.

People are going to get the wrong idea.

Yeah, sorry.

I'll bring them.

Right.

Good.

Yeah, that was Sam.

Something you want to talk about.

[door closes]

Hey.

Hey, girl.

What's up?

Um, 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.

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

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

the English department shaving 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.

8 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 going to 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?

Uh, 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?

[laughter]

What are laughing at, huh?

Sorry.

Um, guys like that just, um, bring out the worst in me.

That's OK.

Is that for me?

Yeah.

Um, I feel really naked.

There's a lot of personal stuff in here.

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

Well, then, I would be honored.

Just be gentle, OK?

OK.

I can tell he wants me.

LANEY: How can you tell that?

A woman just knows.

You know, it's a lookin their eye, the things

they say, things they don't say.

Aren't you going to get dressed?

LANEY: What for?

We are going to a party.

A party?

The English department's open house.

Cool.

Um, but I'm not taking English this semester.

You sure it's OK?

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

going to be doing a lot of things

that you have never done before.

Now come and get dressed.

I... 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.

OK, sit back.

Relax.

And the doctor is in.

Hi.

I'm Sheila, Sheila Lipton.

We're in the creative writing class together.

Kathy this is Tracy Carley.

Um, her father owns Carley Hotels.

So very nice to meet you.

Kathy and I are sisters.

You don't look like sisters.

[laughter]

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 outwith phonies like you.

(MOCKINGLY) 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.

[laughs] 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, uh, writing most of my life.

And I've been teaching for five years.

So I like to 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 to 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 OK?

I think I'd just better leave.

Sam.

[engine stalling]

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?

You know what, I am really not in the mood for you,

so move out of my way.

[gasps]

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.

[shouts]

Mr. Dean, look what she did to me.

I'm going to need stitches.

Yeah, and I suppose you want me to believe

you didn't have it coming.

You OK?

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're not going to have an arm to throw with.

Do we understand one another?

Get out of here.

You OK?

Is it this one here?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Ow.

I think it's... it's swollen.

Just lay back here on the couch.

OK.

Let's get some ice on that ankle.

94 Oakwoods, nice.

You know your wine.

Yeah, don't be surprised.

I mean, uh, 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 going to 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, um, I'd better get you back to the dorm.

Oh.

You know, it's... 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.

That was incredible.

Yeah, it was.

You want to know a secret?

What?

OK.

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?

SAM: 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 happen.

I'm your teacher.

It's OK.

No, it's not OK.

We drank too much wine.

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

No.

You just... you just need sometime 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.

[crying]

[banging]

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.

No 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, um, I'm actually really sorry.

I don't want to hear it.

Well, can you at least then hear me out?

[slam]

SYDNEY: 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?

SYDNEY: What?

How much money is it going to 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.

[shower running]

What do you think you doing?

Blow me.

[groaning]

[screaming]

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.

Uh, 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?

DEBBIE: 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.

OK?

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.

OK?

Just give me your share of the $2,000

and we'll call it even, OK?

Um, I... I don't...

Laney, I'm kidding.

Oh.

Listen, Carla, I don't want to talk about this right now, OK?

Sam, can we take this inside?

OK, 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.

OK, 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 going to be blunt.

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

Uh, 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.

[chuckles]

Hello.

What are you doing?

Celebrating.

Right here, in your office?

Want me to stop?

So we were working on something and, uh...

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.

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?

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

Aren't you going to 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 through that rock.

Just a little warning.

Warning?

Are you threatening me?

I don't make threats.

Stay away from Sam.

Thank you.

[beeps]

Laughing, that's where I know you from.

[beeps]

[beeps]

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.

[screaming]

[crying]

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... she was drinking

and she was it sneaking out.

And then she started smoking cigars.

Cigars?

Yes.

I tried to stop her, I did.

And she was... 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?

Uh, yeah, she's probably at the Crisis Counselor Center.

Crisis Counselor?

Well, where'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.

[door opening]

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

Tracy, Carla's going to 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.

She's... 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...

Uh, 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.

OK.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

[gasps]

[phone ringing]

[knocking]

Well, maybe she's asleep.

Somebody turned that light out.

Now you go around to the side door.

[shouts]

Easy, what's the matter?

She has a knife.

[groans]

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 going to have my baby.

That's all lies, Sam.

No, please, I really am.

Shut up.

Hey, what's going on in here?

No!

[gunshot]

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 OK.

See about my boy.

[coughing]

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

[coughing] Is he OK?

Professor.

Professor, she's... [groans]

[tires squealing]

What the hell's going on?

I'm sorry, sir.

There seems to bra 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 going to 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... 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,

uh, 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.

[music playing]