Flipped (2015) - full transcript

How's it going?

What's your name?

Natalie.

Thank you!

Sco...

Scott...
Scotty, baby.

Scotty, baby, please, wake up.

Scotty, baby,
You've got to wake up.

Wake up!

Please wake.

Please.



Please help.

Please help me.

Please.

Please.

Please!

Please, somebody help, please!

Help me.

Please.

Please.

Wake up.
Wake up!

Say a command.

Call mom.

Command not recognized.

Say a command.



Call mom.

Command not recognized.

Say a command.

Call mom.

Command not recognized.

Say a command.

Call Donna.

Command not recognized.

- Say a...
- Go fuck yourself!
How about that for a command?

Command not recognized.

Do you need help?

Yes.

Okay.

Hey, bitches!
Can't come to the phone

'cause I'm doing something epic!

Leave your deets at the beep!

Donna, it's Nicky. I...
I've been in an accident

I'm okay, but Scotty's
been hurt...

No message detected.

If you'd like to leave
a message,

press one, or press two
to disconnect.

Goodbye.

Hey, bitches!
Can't come to the phone

'cause I'm doing something epic!

Leave your deets at the beep!

Donna, it's Nicky.
It's an emergency -

I need you to call 911
because my phone is broken...

No message detected.

- If you'd like to leave a message,
- Seriously?

Press one, or press two
to disconnect.

Hey, bitches!
Can't come to the phone

'cause I'm doing something epic!

Leave your deets at the beep!

Donna, it's Nicky.
It's an emergency.

I need you to call 911.
I've been in an accident.

Oh, um... Wait. My, um,

My location is, um...

Um, I don't know.

I don't know.
I don't know where we are,

but just - just call me
as soon as you get this, please.

- Yes?
- Oh, thank God!

- I, I've been in an accident...-
You're gonna have to speak up.

- I've been in an accident...- Hang on...

Turning up my earpiece...

Yes?

I've been in an accident!

- I need help...- Accident?

- Give me that phone.
- Accident my foot!

You dirty crooks stole our
credit card number last time.

- Well, not this time!
- Wait, what are you...

What are you talking about? I...

Goddamn foreigners!

No, you don't understand!
I need your help!

- I've been in an acci...-
You people call here again

- and we're calling the cops!
- Yes! Yes, please call the cops!

Please!

What? No!

No, no, no!
No, no, no!

Martha, just ignore them.

Hang up!

Hang u...

Okay.

Mistress Dark Kitten
of the night.

What's your pleasure,

giving or receiving pain?

Is there anybody normal?

I'm gonna kill whoever this is.

Please don't hang up!

Please, I-I...
I've been in an accident,

- I'm in the middle of
nowhere...- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Slow down.
Who is this?

My name is Nicole Diamond...
you know, the model...

and I, I don't know...

Everything's a mess

- and everything's upside down...
Okay, slow down, slow down!

Christ!
I just woke up...

How many people in the accident?

Two. Me and Scotty.

Please, you have to help me.
You have to help me!

- Please!- Listen, I'm gonna help.

I just need you
to calm down, okay?

Okay. Okay.
Thank you.

Do you have any idea
where you are?

Um...

Um... I'm in a really bad
situation.

Okay, well, just tell me
what happened.

Was it a blowout
or someone hit you or what?

I...

I don't remember - Yeah,

Yeah, someone hit me.

I don't...

- Something's burning!- Okay. Are you hurt?

Umm...

Umm...

I can't... I don't...

I don't know.
I can't feel my legs.

They're pinned.

It's... It's like
they're stuck, you know?

I... I...
They're stuck.

Please, you have to call 911.

- You have to help!- Look outside.

Do you see any landmarks?
Anything familiar?

No, it's all...
It's all barren.

Please, you have to help me.
My legs... My legs...

Listen, your legs
are losing circulation.

All the blood's
going to your head,

which means you could get
a blood clot.

Now, we need to
handle that first.

Can you ease the seat back?

I can try.

Okay, hang on,
because the door's banged in,

so just hang on.

Okay, all right.

I'm gonna put you
on my hands-free,

but it's been broken.

So just tell me
if you can hear me, okay?

Okay, can you hear me?

Hello?

Shit. Can you hear me?

Ah, barely. Hang on.

Let me turn up the volume
on this thing.

Okay, say something.

Okay, I have a mirror
in my purse.

I'm gonna see if I can use it

to move the seat button, okay?-

Hello?

Can you reach the...

Hello? You cut out.

Fuck!

Hello?!

Fuck.

♪ The bell in the sound ♪

♪ Is ringing ♪

♪ Is ringing ♪

♪ Just lying around ♪

♪ Only lying around ♪

♪ Kids are singing ♪

♪ All the kids are singing ♪

Yes!

♪ It doesn't matter to me -
Oh, oh ♪

Nicole?

Hi!

Is that the car radio?

Oh, yeah, I didn't...
I... I needed company.

Want to join our party?

You're wasting the battery.

♪ When the sun rises, baby ♪

Do you have any wiggle room?

I don't know.
My legs are numb.

Try to get your shoes off.

Okay.

Hang on, I... I have to put you
on hands-free.

Okay - okay, they're off.

All right, good.

Now massage your legs.

Start with the thigh
and move downward.

Hey, did you call the cops yet?

Hang on, hang on.
I gotta adjust the volume.

- Are you massaging?
- Yeah.

- All right, good, good, good.

- It's so cold...- This will
help get blood circulating.

You know, the human body's
not designed to be upside down

for long periods of time.

You're not a bat.

You know, it could put
a real strain on your heart.

Getting blood to the head,
that's maybe 12 inches,

but, um, up to your feet?

Got to be four times
that distance.

I mean, look, I'm no scientist,

but gravity's your enemy
when you're upside down.

Well, as a model,

I guess, uh, gravity's
always your enemy.

But, you know, I digress.

I'm just saying there's
a danger in sitting still.

We've got to get
those legs moving.

Remember that inaction
is action.

Are you moving your legs?

Nicole, are you there?

Nicole?

Hello?

Nicole, are you there?

What the hell's going on?
Are you okay?

There was... There was,
I don't know...

I don't know. A wolf.

Listen, you got no circulation
in your legs.

If we wait any longer,

they'll need to be amputated.

So, in the future,

when you call up strangers,
you'll have to say,

"This is Nicole Diamond,
the legless model."

Is that what you want?

I could...
I could lose my legs?

Aside from blood clots,
stroke, and death, yeah.

We need to get them moving.
Do you understand?

Do you want my help or not?
Because I'll just hang up.

Yes, please.
Help me.

Are your shoes off?

- Yes.- All right, good.

Now try wiggling your toes

and tell me
if you feel anything.

Wait...

Feels like pins and needles.
Is that bad?

No, that's good.

Keep doing that

and move your legs,
like you're walking.

I'll... I'll try, but...
Okay.

Were you able to call
the cops before?

Help is on the way.
Now, keep moving your legs.

Okay.
Okay, I can feel it.

- It's like electric.- That's good.

The pins and needles will pass.

Sorry about, uh, the yelling.

I'm... I'm sorry, too.

You have a really nice voice.

I didn't even ask your name.

What's yours?

I already told you.
Mine's Nicole.

Yeah, I know, but...

are you the real Nicole Diamond?

As in, half of Diamond-Dee?

The better half, yeah.

I swear I am.

Name your favorite candy bar.

What? Why?

And, let's see...

What's your cat's name?

And what's the only gum
you'll ever chew?

Okay.

My favorite candy bar
is Snickers,

my cat's name is Napoleon,

and I'm endorsed by Big Softie
to say that they're my favorite

even though they're really not.

Your turn.
What's your name?

You may not believe this,
but we share the same name.

Your name is Nicole?

No, it's Casey.

I Wikipedia'd you,

and your real name
is Casey Skylar, right?

Gee, that Interweb
sure is smart.

Okay, so, what do you
look like, Casey?

Wait - Let me guess.

You are tall, but not too tall,

and you have dark hair.

Do you always introduce yourself

as "Nicole Diamond, the model"?

What? No.
Did I do that?

Maybe you thought it would
get you special attention,

you know,
for the supermodel woman?

Supermodel woman.
I wish.

Um...

Casey, why haven't the cops
called me?

You didn't have a signal.
Remember?

Oh. Yeah.

Do you have call waiting?

Yeah.

But you'll keep a lady company
until they call?

Oh, sure.
No problem.

So, like, when we
get through this,

will you let me take you out?

I mean, maybe, like,
for coffee or something?

You know I have a boyfriend,
right?

Yeah, that awesome guy Scott.

I'm just kidding.

People don't always get
my sense of humor.

Yeah.

It's just, you know, people say,
um, a lot of things

about Scotty, you know.

Yeah, I know.

But yes to coffee.

I'd like that.

Cool!

So, of all the people
in the whole wide world,

why'd you call me?

Well, if you want to know
the truth,

my phone is broken.
Certain keys were sticking,

so I dialed you at random.

Well, there you go.

We were destined to meet,
and, hey, you never know,

you might end up
falling in love with me

and dumping Scott, right?

Yes, we can all dream, can't we?

I was... I was joking.

That was my sense of humor.

I'm sorry.

Don't underestimate dreams.

I'm just messing with you.
C'mon!

Cool, cool, cool.

I can't wait to tell my friends

I'm dating a fuckin' celebrity.

Wait. Dating?

I'm just... I'm just
a regular person, just like you.

Oh, well,
thanks for the clarification.

I was beginning to think

I was talking to God herself.

That's some crazy sense of humor
you got there.

You really needed to point out
that you're a regular person,

the same way you pointed out
that you're a model?

Do you think you can try
calling the cops again?

Because despite what you think,

you're no different
or better than me.

Who the fuck
do you think you are anyway?

Oh! Oh, I hear the...
I hear the cops!

What?

Oh, Casey, thank you so much!
Thank you for everything!

Really, I really appreciate it,
but I have to go.

Oh, I see.
Yeah, sure.

Just a ploy to get me
off the phone, right?

No! No,
I really hear them,

and I... I have to go!
I want to be ready for them,

- so I... I...- What the hell
does that mean?

Putting on makeup so you can
bat your false eyelashes

for that special
model treatment?

Wait, where are they going?

Where did it...
Where'd it go?

Wait. Wait.

Where did I put my...

Where did I...

Casey, did you really
call the cops?

So, now you don't trust me,
is that it?

Did you call the cops?

You keep asking, so obviously
you don't trust me!

Where did I put...

Where the fuck did I put...

Did you call the fucking cops?

I said...

help... is on... the way.

Oh, so now I get
the silent treatment.

Hmm. You obviously have
some trust issues.

Pretty odd considering
who you do find trustworthy.

I'm sorry, I do trust you.

You're obviously
just trying to help.

You see, that's your problem,
Nicole.

You apologize too easily.

Get a spine.
Have some pride!

Where's the fight in you?

Well, you must have none,

choosing and sticking
with a piece of shit

like Scotty Douche-bag.

Okay, you don't know him
like I know him, okay?

- He's a good person.- Unbelievable.

You know he cheated on you,
right?

Yeah, what tabloid
told you that?

Okay, you keep defending
this "model" citizen,

and I'll play prosecutor.

Let's see...
Scotty Dee's rap sheet.

Five years ago,
your boyfriend, Scotty Dee,

a.k.a. Scott Wilbur Donnolly...

Wilbur!

Was arrested for assault
on his then-girlfriend

Brooke Fenty.

He wasn't charged for that.

Correct!

Charges were dropped when
she received death threats.

Can't imagine
where those came from.

A year after that,

his fiance had a bizarre accident
with a steak knife

when she was stabbed in the arm.

Fortunately, she never pressed
charges against the steak,

but sadly, the engagement
was called off two weeks later.

He wasn't charged
for that either, okay?

- The press likes
to blow this stuff up.- Two years ago,

a passerby videotaped him
in his car beating his girlfriend.

He pleaded no contest

and got two years probation.

No contest means
he never admitted guilt!

Jesus, woman!
He'll never admit guilt

'cause he thinks
he's a great guy!

'Cause people like you
tell him that.

- You want me to go on?
- No.

One year ago, assault on...

I get it. Please.

Nicole Diamond.

Charges dropped.

You're his enabler.

What, am I on trial now?

You don't see a bit
of a pattern here?

I mean, he finds women
who enjoy abuse.

- I don't enjoy...- He beats them up,

He gets away with it,
because nobody stops him.

Including you!

Scotty's good to me.

Does he profess his love for you

as he gazes
into your black eyes?

- Okay...- Is that how he's good to you?

Does he caress your bruised
arms and your cut-up face?

Stop it.

Does he kiss
your bleeding fat lips?

- Stop it!- You're telling me

there isn't a single part of you

that wants to scream out

- that what he did was wrong?
- Please stop! Please!

Either put him down
like a rabid fuckin' dog,

or admit that you
love the abuse.

Even from me.
You love this, don't you?

You could hang up,
but you hit the jackpot

with me, didn't you, lady?

What a disappointment.

The great Nicole Diamond

is just an
abuse-loving pushover.

You weak, little bully.
I'm hanging up.

You sure you want to do that?

You know, as blood pools
in the head,

the pressure builds and

pop goes the blood vessel.

Then we're talking stroke,
brain damage,

or the whole shebang...
death.

Go ahead.
Dial more random numbers

or wait for a friend
or a family member to call.

In any case,
it could be too late.

How long?

The world's greatest illusionist

went for the world record
in being suspended upside down

for 60 hours,

but his doctor insisted
that he take breaks

every hour on the hour.

Can you imagine
the disappointment

when people learned
that he'd be taking breaks

in the middle
of setting a world record?

The truth is,

no one knows how long
a human can be upside down

before they die.

Could be days,
maybe hours or minutes,

especially if you've got
an aneurysm.

I mean, forget it
if you've got an aneurysm.

- It's over.
- Look, are you telling
the truth,

because you're really
scaring me.

Look it up for yourself.
Your phone have a browser?

I'd say you have
nothing to worry about.

But of course I'd be lying.

In reality, you have a lot
to worry about.

Casey, can you please just have
the cops call me please?

- I told you...
- No, I... I don't understand.

How can they be on their way

when I never told you
where I am?

I never said I called
the police.

I said help is on the way.

And guess what, Nicole?

I'm the help.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no...

You need more help than
I do, you sick, twisted fuck!

Hello?

Hello?

Casey?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Was I ignoring you?

Kind of like a hot chick?

Too good for all the nice guys
out there?

Well, the tides have turned,
Nicole.

Now I'm the hot chick.

Watch this.
Are you watching?

You see that?

I'm looking everywhere else
but at you.

Oh, look!
There's a real hottie!

No, no, no, no, not you.

Oh, look, look, look.

Another hottie.

You sick bastard.

How's it feel to be ignored?

To be invisible?

Like a freakin' leper.

- Casey...
- If I was the

last man on Earth,

maybe, just maybe,
you'd give me a chance.

Well, guess what, Nicole?

As far as you're concerned,

I am the last man on Earth.

Casey, I'm dying out here.

And I'm not?

You want my help?
You be the nice guy.

You be polite and well-meaning,

where the thought
of abusing a woman

never crosses your mind,

and I'll be the hot chick.

Go ahead, pick me up.

Give me your best game.

You're serious.

Dead.

- Casey, there isn't any time!- Go ahead.

Muster up the courage
to bust a move.

Make me feel special.

Woo me.

Woo you?

Be careful, though.

I can be quite the ice queen.

Hey, you look nice...

Casey, this is stupid!

I... I don't know what
you want me to say.

Please, can you just
call the cops?

Just say hi
and ask me out on a date.

It's really not that hard.

Hey, do you want
to hang out sometime?

Piss off.

Casey?

Casey?

Casey, please don't leave me!

Please...

Wake...
Wake up Sc...

Wake up, please!

We're gonna die.
We're gonna die.

We're gonna die.

We're gonna die.

We're gonna die.
We're gonna die.

♪ You make me wanna scream,
you make me wanna shake ya ♪

♪ You make me wanna scream,
you make me wanna shake ya ♪

♪ Talkin' about shakin',
well, look who got shook ♪

♪ I be dippin' through
your town, brah ♪

♪ Just to get a look,
my man's swervin', pervin' ♪

♪ Servin' on fiends
about them hype dreams ♪

♪ The pipe dreams
and hood schemes ♪

♪ You make me wanna
make you stop ♪

♪ You make me wanna
just blow my top ♪

♪ You make me wanna... ♪

♪ When the sun rises, baby ♪

♪ I hope you're near... ♪

♪ You make me wanna shout ♪

Hello?

Heh hey! Guess who.

It's me.
Did you miss me?

Okay, listen, Casey,

I know you hate Scotty, but this
is about me right now, okay?

I'm desperate. I'm hungry.
I'm thirsty.

If you don't help me,
I'm gonna die out here,

and that would make you
a murderer,

and you're not a murderer,
right?

You're a nice guy, right?

How did it feel?
The rejection?

I'll be it's a whole new
sensation for you.

I got the keys in my hand
right now.

I'm just waiting
for you to pick me up.

So, let's go, player!

- Casey...- Get your best rap on.

Like you'd say to Scott...

hit me with your best shot.

Okay, for our date, I'm gonna
wear the hottest outfit.

And do you like bangs?

'Cause I can wear 'em,
or I can push 'em to the side.

What, red lipstick?

What?!

So pathetic.

Is it money, Casey?
What do you want?

Well, I'll gladly take
your credit card number.

I'll order a nice
expensive meal,

some wine, plus dessert, you know...

they always get dessert.

I'm not joking, Casey.

I'll buy you a car.
I'll buy you a goddamn house.

All I asked for
was to have coffee.

Fine! I'll give you sex!

I didn't say sex.
I said coffee.

Like there's a difference.

Wow!

Have you gone out with anyone
but scumbags, ever?

I just wanted to spend
some time with you,

get to know you,

but I guess that concept
is totally foreign to you.

Fine.

Let's go for coffee, okay?

Do we have a deal?

Well, let me ponder that.

In the mean time,

I'm gonna help myself to a nice,

thirst-quenching can of soda.

Ahh... frosted mug.

Ahh!

Excuse me.

You're unbelievable.

My fridge is full of goodies.

I can get whatever I want.

Just like you and Scotty Dee.

No effort.

All served on a silver platter.

I'm sorry, did I scare you?

That was me punching
my bag of potato chips.

Pow, bitch!

Congratulations.

You just killed
a bag of potato chips.

No, Nicole.

I just made this bag
a little less pretty.

Just messed up its crinkle cut.

But don't worry,
it'll keep quiet.

- They always do.
- Shh.

But come on,
let's forget my past.

I'll just toss it out
and get a new one.

You know, change up the flavor.

Barbecue or salt and vinegar
or some shit.

It's got to suck

hearing somebody pigging out
when you're starved, right?

You're just stuck there in that
metal frame

like a cripple,

living life through the eyes
of a nice guy.

Casey, shut up.

Shut up, Casey!
Shut up!

What'd you say?

What did you say?

You tell your only hope
for help...

Oh, God.

To shut up?

You and me, we're connected.

We're one.

You can't silence me!

But I sure as shit
can silence you.

Shh. Shh.

Hey, Nicole, you know what?

I said, you know what?

I won't be ignored.

Nicole?
Oh, Nicole?

Hey! Answer me!

Answer me or I'll hang up.

I said, you know what?

Okay, I'm hanging up.

Don't hang up!

You said "shut up,"
and you know what?

You know what?

What?

- You've hurt my feelings.
- I'm hurt.

Oh, I... kill me.

There was a fucking snake
in here, Casey.

I'm in serious danger.

All you have to do is lift a
finger to help, and you won't.

You call yourself a good person.

Oh, come on.

Like you're not used to
being around a snake?

And why should I help you

when you've done nothing
to help anyone else?

Are you kidding?

Yeah, like striking a pose

in front of a camera makes
the world a better place?

No, but obviously Wikipedia
doesn't talk about

all the charity events I plan,
all the people that I help.

I'm a good person.

I would never do
what you're doing to me.

What I do do is that I...-

What's so fucking funny?

You said "doo-doo"!

And you wonder why you're alone.

Yeah.

You really think you know me.

Look, I'm s...

I'm so sorry that you've had
some bad experiences,

but that means that you know me?

I know you.

Flirting to score free drinks.

Giving out fake numbers.

How about doing
the occasional dinner date

and never calling the guy back?

I don't... Wait.

Wait, not calling a guy back

after a bad date is insensitive?

When the guy buys you dinner
and pays for your valet,

yeah, it's insensitive!

Okay, a girl goes on a date
for one reason.

To see if there's chemistry,
that's it.

If a guy expects anything more,

it's rude.
It's also rude if a girl

tells a guy that she's not
interested in him

when the more sensitive
thing to do

would be to just
not call him back.

You leave a guy with his dick
swinging in the wind

and you call that sensitive?

I call that convenient.
And cowardly.

Okay.

I guess you're right.
I... I never saw it that way.

See?

The male perspective helps!

M... Maybe I can help you, too.

Well, you're stuck in a wreck.

How in the hell
are you gonna help me?

Maybe you're just lacking
female perspective.

You know? Maybe you need,
like, a mentor.

A wingwoman or a coach.

Well, how charitable of you.

I'm serious!

Think about it, the two of us,

hitting the singles scene
together...

I can introduce you
to some amazing people.

Hmm...

All right.
That could work.

Okay! Great!

We can even do it tonight.

So, what do you...
What do you say?

I say, uh...

Out... standing!

I... love it!

Just answer one question.

Why did you choose Scott?

Oh, come on, Casey!

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- I want to know.

You blow off
nice guys all the time,

and you choose an asshole
like Scott.

Now help me understand why,

and I promise I'll get you out.

I... already told you,
okay?

We went out a couple times,

he was charming and polite.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You knew his history.

It was all public.
And what,

you just choose to ignore it,

and you go out with him?

I don't get it.

I didn't ignore it, okay?

People love to make up stories,

for headlines in tabloids...

let's say a certain type
of woman,

for a paycheck.

Everybody extorts from talent.

"Talent."

Auto-tune on my ass would
sound better than Scotty Dee.

And you're saying, even
a well-established pop singer,

like Fenty, wanted to extort

from that piece of white trash?

Okay, he told me
about the Fenty thing, okay?

He... He lost his temper,
which he never did before.

And you believed him.
Are you kidding?

He made a mistake!

A mistake?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Okay, not a mistake.
- What I meant...

What I meant is
that he lost control.

He... he... nobody's perfect!
Not even you.

And, uh, plus he was
much younger then, anyway.

We're not talking about
eating fucking paste.

Fenty was no angel either, okay?

Nicky, I saw the photos.

Nothing could ever justify

what he did to that woman.

Okay.

So, what, so he should
be shunned for life?

Have you ever heard
of forgiveness?

Let me ask you something.

Should a killer be forgiven?

A... A killer?

What, you're comparing
a killer to...

to someone with anger issues?

I mean, he went
to anger management.

There's no such thing
as murder management.

Okay, how about this.
Um...

A guy hits a woman,
but he doesn't kill her.

No, that's too extreme.

But he causes enough head trauma

to make her a vegetable.

Is that forgivable?

What's your point?

Okay, so she's not
a fucking vegetable.

She's disfigured for life.
How about that?

Forgivable?

Does that make him
boyfriend material?

Where do you draw the line,
Nicole?

That's my point!

Where do you draw
the fucking line?

Here's a simple question.

Is it ever okay

for a non-threatened man
to strike a woman?

No, I thought that...

You thought you could fix him?

As if that's even possible.

You need to fix yourself.

So, wha...
So, what do you want me to say?

You want me to say that I made
a mistake by dating Scotty?

I want you to tell me
what you believe,

especially now, in hindsight,

knowing he never showed
an ounce of remorse.

I guess I should have used
better judgment.

Yes, I made a mistake.

Oh, good, good, good.
Now we're making progress.

When you look at him now,

do you see the same
charming guy you met?

No.

I see a damn pig.

Now you're talking my language!

You know, you could
cover up his face

and make him suffocate.

Or use some glass
and just cut his neck.

No one's gonna know.
He died in the wreck, right?

Yeah, I could...

but that's not me.

Even though he hurt me,
I should just walk away.

He's only gonna do it
to someone else.

He needs to be stopped.

Nice guy or piece of trash?

He's trash.

Just a piece of trash?

No.

He's a goddamn, son of a bitch,

lying piece of trash.

And what about that smirk?

That fucking smirk?

I hate that smirk.

You really hate him?

Yes.

Really?

Yes! I fucking hate him!
I hate him!

Let me hear you scream it!

I fucking hate him!

That's my girl!

Please, please, please...
please help me.

Scott?

Scotty!

Scotty, are you okay, babe?

Baby, are you okay?

Oh, my God!

I love you so much.
We're gonna be okay...

Oh, my God...

Oh my...

Oh, my God...

Scotty's... dead.
He's...

gone.

As are you to me,

you lying bitch.

He's gone. He's gone.

Oh, stupid!

Okay... Come on.

Dead.

Okay, okay...

Hello?

Hello?

- Katie, it's me.
- I'm coming over.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

- You ain't going nowhere,
bitch!
- Ow, stop it!

Scotty, stop, you're hurting me!

No!

Fucking cunt!
You ain't going nowhere!

Stop, please,
Scotty... Stop.

Shut the fuck up!

Shit!

Why'd you make me
do that, Nicole?

Why?

Was that what you'd call,
"a mistake"?

Where did you find that?

A better question is,

why did your BFF

post her voice mail
on the Internet?

She's not my best friend.

She's not a friend at all.

You don't have many friends,
do you, Nicole?

I mean, we've been on the line
like kids in high school,

but not a soul has called you
this whole time.

This may be going out
on a limb here, but, um...

I actually think
I'm your only friend.

Imagine that.

Just when I thought things
couldn't get any worse.

You're not a friend.

You let Scotty die.
You're a piece of shit.

It's called isolation.

Whatever.

Well, that's what they do,
these guys who beat women.

They isolate you.

Let me guess...
That house you guys bought?

I bet Scott picked it out,
right?

And it just happened
to be way out in the sticks,

far away from your family
and friends, right?

I know where you were headed,

and I know why you crashed.

A tiny jerk of the wheel,

gliding off the beaten path...

You know, there are easier ways
to avoid going home.

Think whatever you want.

You want to know what I think?

I think your friend tried
to let you in

on the dark little secret

that you're in
an abusive relationship.

But being in denial and all,

you didn't listen.

So, she posted it online,

sacrificing your friendship

for your own good.

Extreme problems
call for extreme measures.

Yeah?

And what extreme measures

are you willing to take
for me, Casey?

Heh. Yep.

Exactly what I thought.

What you played
was a stupid little fight

that meant nothing,

between Scotty and I.
Okay?

Welcome to our home,

minus the part
about being welcome.

You call that
a stupid little fight?

Who are you trying to kid,

me or yourself?

I called my friend
to come pick me up,

Scotty didn't want me to leave,

so, she sold the message
to tabloids

for her own personal gain.

According to this article,

your friend didn't make
any deals or even a dime.

She quote, unquote,

"Just wanted to help Nicole."

Yeah.

Funny hearing that
from the
same person

who let Scotty...

Die.

Stop jerking me off,
Casey, okay?

Are you gonna help me
or am I hanging up?!

Listen, I've been straight
with you this whole time.

Can you say the same thing?

I swear, from here on out,
no more lying.

I asked you to answer
one simple question.

- And I did!- And because you lied,

you get a penalty question.

A pen...
A penalty question?

Fuck this, I'm hanging up.

I'm calling anybody...
The first person who answers,

- I don't care!- Bullshit!

You just lied again.

You can't dial dick!

That right,

I'm calling your bluff.

Now, I asked you

why you chose to date Scott,

knowing his history
of beating up women.

I already told you.

And now for the bonus round!

Bing!

This is the very last question
you need to answer...

Unless you fucking lie again.

And then, I will help you.

Contestants ready?

Here goes!

Why did you choose
to stay with him?

- Because...- But hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on.

This is a multi-part question.

Well, it's...

It's really... it's really
one question, in two parts.

Just tell me,

was that recording

the first time you got hit?

Define "hit."

Okay, you say
you don't want to play games.

God damn it, Casey, do I sound
like I'm playing games?

Scotty's dead.
Is that a fucking game to you?

No.

No, it wasn't
the first time he hit me.

Okay, now you can happily
give me all sorts of shit

for sticking with
a guy that beat me.

This must be the best day
of your life.

I fell right into your trap.

You win.

You, you're a real man.

A true hero.

Are you all done
with your hissy fit?

I hate you.

You hate the truth.

Remember Nicole, you called me.

I called for help.

I'll help you!

Just answer the damn question!

Scotty was, as they say,
too good to be true.

He centered his world around me.

He's what any girl wants...

Amazing.

I had a swimsuit shoot in Paris
with a male model.

He flew out and surprised me.

He must have loved
the sight of that.

Actually, he was nice...

until we got back to
the hotel suite, and...

then he flipped.

He said that
I was out of control.

You... were out of control?

He didn't like the way
that I looked at the male model,

but I told him that he was gay
and he was.

And the next day,
the shoot was cancelled.

Listen, I must be stupid for
thinking you're intelligent.

I mean, what kind of moron

- sticks with a...
- Don't you see how
you're just like him?

What, are you kidding?

Am I pummeling you
to a bloody pulp

Yes!
Yeah, you are!

I'm stuck in the middle
of nowhere

and you let Scotty die.
You're doing the same to me!

I'm trying to help you live!

You're just too goddamn
stubborn to see it!

Sometimes words
hit harder than fists.

Face it, you're an abuser.

- Don't even...
- No!

You sit there on the phone
like the man behind the curtain,

but it's the same cycle
with twisted fucks like you.

Let's psychoanalyze you
for a change, huh?

Let's get inside
the mind of the abuser!

What's your deal?
What's your story?

You don't want to know my story.

Oh, yes I do.

You really want to go there?

Really?

Fine.

I present to you the portrait

of the perfect American family.

Mother was a businesswoman.

Father was old school,
blue collar,

the kind who provides.

The kind who doesn't like
the bitch being the breadwinner.

The kind who...

ensures

the bitch isn't,
and never will be,

the breadwinner.

Oh, he did a real number on us.

Yep.

But what the hell did I know?

I was just an ugly,
zit-faced kid.

I couldn't walk away.

But you can.

I'm sure that you weren't ugly.

Trust me, I was ugly.

And if I ever forgot that,

it was pounded back into
my fucking head.

I got the hell
out of that hellhole

as soon as I could.

The end.

Did you like my story, Nicole?

Because, guess what...

It's yours.

You're staring down
the barrel of your future.

Do you ever speak to them now?

The bottle did Father in.

Such a sad, sorry,
son of a bitch.

And Mother? Sure.

In emergencies.

Otherwise, hell no!

And you know why?

Because she took it.

She could've walked away
at any time,

but the dumb bitch stayed,
and she took it.

She just fucking took it!

These pricks,

they roam the planet
because of people like her.

And you.

You nurture them.

You enable them.

You help them thrive!

"In sickness and in health,

'til death do us part."

Does it make someone
a bad person or a "dumb bitch"

just because they stood
by their man?

Because they were loyal,
even if it was to a fault?

Did you ever talk to her
about him?

Casey?

Hello?

Listen, that's enough
psychoanalysis for this "session."

Actually, forever.

Goodbye, Nicole.

You should have spoken to her.

How'd you know
it was me calling?

I mean, what about
your girlfriends,

or your family
that you alienated?

You never knew what it was like
from her perspective.

You only thought you knew.

I guess, for them,
it was like watching

a loved one hooked on heroin.

Didn't matter
what they said or did,

the girl kept using,
despite the harm.

You're clearly incapable
of helping anyone,

and tragically,
that includes yourself.

You should have listened
to what she had to say.

Casey, I... I gotta
call you back.

What? What the hell's
going on?

Is someone else calling?

Yes, actually, a friend,
believe it or not.

I gotta go.

Tell them you'll call back

And don't say anything else
or I'm not helping you.

- You hear me?
- Yeah, right, not gonna help me.
Call 'em back. Got it!

Donna?

Nicky?

Oh, my God! Thank God.

Oh my God, I got your message.
What's going on?

We got into an accident,

a really bad accident.
Um, Scott... Sco...

Scotty's dead.

Wait, did you say he's dead?

Oh, my God, like, dead?
Oh, my God!

I couldn't call earlier
'cause I was at the stylist

and then I went shopping
'cause they had this sale on...

No, his phone is dead.
His cell phone is dead.

That's what I meant,
that his cell phone's dead.

He's fine.

Uh, he's okay?

He's... Scotty's fine.

Oh, good,

'cause I'm having
such a bad day.

Look, my phone
is gonna die, okay?

So, I... I need you
to call the cops.

Where are you?

I... I don't...
I don't know where I am,

but... but if you
have them call me

maybe they can trace
the call or something?

Okay, I'm calling right now.

Donna, thank you so much.
You're a life saver.

Bye.

You still on the line?

You didn't say anything, right?

No, we had a whole conversation
in mime.

You think this is funny?

You may not realize it,
but you need my help.

Yeah, you've been saying
that this whole time.

That's because
you don't underst...

Is that your call waiting again?

Yup. And this time it's
the cops, the actual help.

And after they're done with me
they're gonna come and find you

and lock you up, murderer.

Nicole, you need me!

Casey, go fuck yourself!

Hello?

Is this
Mrs. Nicole Diamond?

Yes.

This is Officer Gurney.

I understand you were in
some kind of crash.

Yes, officer, please,
I need your help.

Well, don't worry ma'am,
help is on the way.

I just need
to ask you a few questions.

Okay, but please hurry because

my phone battery is gonna die.

We're tracking the call.

Once the location is acquired,

we'll route a local patrol
to you.

Now, ma'am, can you tell me

the number of people
in the vehicle?

Two.
Me and Scotty.

But, Scotty's... Dead.

I... I... I'm... I'm sorry,
did you say someone's dead?

Yeah, my boyfriend.

How long has your ex-boyfriend
been dead, ma'am?

My... boyfriend,
not my ex-boyfriend.

I'm... I'm not sure
how long it's been.

Ma'am, I need to be specific
in the report.

If he's dead,
he's your ex-boyfriend.

Now, what exactly caused
the crash?

Uh...

I'm not sure.
I can't really remember.

I, uh... someone hit me.

Okay, ma'am.
Thank you.

One final question.

Okay.

It's a multi-part question.

Just bear with me, okay?

Okay.

The question is, what on earth

did you see in Scott,

and why can't you see that
Casey's trying to help you?

Excuse me?

Who is this?

Hiya, Nicole!
It's me...

On my cell phone.

The cops are calling me
any minute, okay, so...

Bullshit.

You forgot, my landline's
still connected.

So I basically have a monopoly
on your phone.

You thought you were
stuck with me before?

Holy shit are you stuck
with me now!

We'll see about that, jerk-off!

Hello?

Hola!

Adios!

Hello?

That was rather rude.

You wanna see rude?
I'll show you rude.

I'll...

Hang on, they're calling...

You know what?
Don't hang on.

Hello?

Still me.

Hello?

Do you wanna speak with me,
or with me?

I mean, I could just conference us,
if you prefer.

I just got the most
fucking awesome package
with this phone.

I mean, I can call
up to three people at once.

You wanna join my family plan?

It's perfect for you
with it's long-term contract

and occasional beatings.

Well, think about it.

Listen, I got great news.

I'm mobile!

And I'm headed
in your direction!

What...

How do you know...
How do you know where I am?

I've known all along,

and I'm pretty damn close.

We're finally gonna meet.

Excited Nicole?

What kind of reaction is that?

Aren't you thrilled?

C'mon, it's our first date!

And look, no offense, but...

I'll do the driving.

That's it!

That's the excitement
I'm looking for.

Come on!

A couple of hours ago you were
begging to get together.

What the hell was that?

They're here!
I see lights!

From who?

The cops!
The cops are here!

Help!

Help, I'm over here, please!

It's pointless, Nicole.

Shut up, Casey!

They're going the opposite way.

What?

How do you know that?

Your tire's been
burning a long time.

Rubber does that.

It burns slowly,
like a bad romance.

This wind ain't gonna help
at all.

Nice car, by the way.

At least, it was.

Casey, please!
You have to help me!

You promised!

I said, the last one

was a multi-part question.

The final question is,

how will it end?

I don't...
I don't understand.

What do you mean,
"how will it end?"

It... It already ended!
Scotty's dead!

Nothing's ended,

and from the looks of it
out here,

you better answer quick,

'cause the wind's picking up

and those flames
are getting higher.

But I don't understand.

It's ending one way or another.

I don't wanna die.

So, how's it gonna end?
I'm gonna die?

You're gonna let me die?
That's how it'll end?

It'll... It'll end
when I stop

picking guys who beat women.

Bingo!

And how will that happen?

I don't know.

I guess if I use
better judgment.

Better judgment, meaning...?

Meaning... Meaning,

not dating guys like Scotty.

Help!
Please, please!

The more you beat around
the bush,

the more the leaves will burn.

You're... You're
the one throwing

the leaves in the car?
You're sick!

You're twisted! Please,
it's getting dangerous!

No.
This is dangerous.

You're fucking crazy!

Answer the damn
question, Nicole!

You sick fuck!

Answer the question!

I don't...

I have to remember...
I have to look

for the warning signs,
and the warning signs are...

Drop the textbook.

You know the warning signs.

You let it start!

How do you make it stop?

It already stopped.
Scotty's dead!

If you kill a cockroach
in your house,

is the problem solved?

No.

Why not?

Be... Because more
will come.

So how does it end?

Please, Casey.
You have to help!

Casey, Scotty's on fire!
Please!

Casey, please,
I'm begging you, I'm burning!

The greatest lessons
often leave scars.

Ah!

It's ending, one way or another.

Ahh!

Motherfucker!

Finally, she runs from danger!

Run! Run away,
little girl!

Run, run, run!

Oh, I knew you could learn.

It's about fucking time.

Stop running and face the truth.

What do you want from me?

- It's not what I want.
- It's what you want.

Was it his looks?

To impress your friends?

I thought he'd be good for me!

Please.
Help!

Somebody help me!

Only you can help yourself.

Answer the damn
question, Nicole.

Why did you choose Scott?

It was a mistake!

Why did you choose Scott?

I don't want to die!
Please!

Why did you choose...

Because, I don't deserve
any better!

You do deserve better.

♪ You make me wanna... ♪

♪ scream!
You make me wanna shout ♪

♪ scream!
You make me wanna shout ♪

♪ When the sun... ♪

♪ scream! ♪

Don't change my fucking channel!

♪ Scream! Shout! ♪

♪ Scream! Shout! ♪
Fuckin' bitch!

Aah!

♪ You make me wanna scream!
You make me wanna shout! ♪

Fuck!
♪ You make me wanna scream!
You make me wanna shout! ♪

♪ You make me wanna scream!
You make me wanna shout! ♪

♪ You make me wanna scream!
You make me wanna shout! ♪

Are you okay, ma'am?

Are you okay?

The car's registered
to a Casey Skylar.

Is that you, ma'am?

Are you Casey?

He's gone.

They're all gone.

♪ Psycho ♪

♪ killer ♪

♪ made of ♪

♪ paper ♪

♪ Can you see ♪

♪ the disco lights? ♪

♪ You can see them ♪

♪ if you stand up. ♪

♪ You are such ♪

♪ a sweet friend ♪

♪ and I know ♪

♪ you love me. ♪

♪ Afraid of the dark ♪

♪ Afraid of the light ♪

♪ Afraid of the sky ♪

♪ Afraid at night ♪

♪ So far away ♪

♪ So far away ♪

♪ So come to me ♪

♪ So come to me ♪

♪ And we've nothing ♪

♪ to give. ♪

♪ Come anyway. ♪

♪ You will start to see ♪

♪ And I... ♪

♪ And I... ♪

♪ And I... ♪

♪ And I... ♪

♪ I keep the world ♪

♪ from falling apart ♪

♪ with some Scotch tape ♪

♪ and Band-Aids. ♪

♪ Keep my feet ♪

♪ on the ground. ♪

♪ I stand aside ♪

♪ It's getting late, ♪

♪ I'm gonna die. ♪

♪ I'm getting sleepy ♪

♪ I... I... I... ♪

♪ Psycho ♪

♪ killer ♪

♪ made of ♪

♪ paper. ♪

♪ Paper ♪

♪ lover ♪

♪ made of ♪

♪ killer ♪♪