Lying Eyes (1996) - full transcript

Yeah, come on, come on! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

All right! Yeah! Whoo!

Timeout, Vikings.

So, he takes

me rollerblading.

And we're having an

awesome time, right?

But then, he introduces

me to his friend Ryan,

and my God, one look, and I'm

ready to dial 911.

Dana, you have got to

stop falling in love

with every guy you meet.

Who said anything about love?

Speaking of "to die for,"

I hear Justin Parker

asked you to the Coolio

concert, Saturday night.

I have to finish that college

admissions essay this weekend.

Wait a minute. You blew him off?

Justin Parker is only the

cutest guy in the whole school.

I mean, his dimples should

be registered as weapons.

Along with his

hormones and shoe-size IQ,

like all the other

dweebs our age.

So we mature faster than them,

doesn't mean we have to sit around

and wait for them to catch up.

My dad.

Reminding me I'm still

grounded for getting a tattoo.

Hey, you want to

come over tonight?

I better make an

appearance at home,

or my mom's going to

rent out my room.

Great!

Are you okay?

You mean, even though I'm

gonna lose my insurance

even though, for once,

it wasn't my fault?

Listen, I'm

really sorry about this.

I was talking to a client

on the phone, and...

I'm Derek Bradshaw. And you are?

Amy. Amy Miller.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, that's the most

important thing, right?

And about your insurance...

It's my mom's insurance.

I was going to say that I'd be happy

to have my garage fix your car.

Bill me directly, of course.

Really?

Hey, I figure it's

the least I can do.

That would be great, I

mean, if you don't mind.

Call my office.

My secretary will

handle all the details.

Law offices...

Maybe you'd rather see my

license and registration?

Sorry, I...

You know, you hear

all this stuff.

Well, it's hard to trust

people these days.

Yeah, exactly.

If you have any problem, don't

hesitate to call me directly, okay?

Thanks a lot, Mr. Bradshaw.

Derek.

And, again, I'm

sorry about this.

Yeah.

So, in this article,

we name the teacher who's

accused of the harassment.

We even have testimony

from two of the girls

who have allowed us

to use their names.

You seen my keys, Pumpkin?

But Mr. Stuart, the principal,

refuses to let us print it in

the school paper.

I mean, talk about censorship.

There's chicken in the fridge,

and don't wait up

for me, peaches.

I've got another sales

meeting tonight.

Mom, enough with the

"Peaches" and "Pumpkin."

I'm not a food group, okay?

Did you hear a

single word I said?

- House to show in 20 minutes.

- Love you.

We tuned her up, the clutch was

slipping a little, so we replaced it.

Whoa! The only thing that

needed replacing was a bumper.

Don't worry about it. It's

already been paid for.

And I put your old radio in the

trunk in case you still want it.

What's going on with the water pump.

Is it done yet?

Another two hours.

We got to stop bumping

into each other like this.

I hope those aren't

too old-fashioned.

I heard the one with Hootie and

the Breadfish is really hot.

It's Hootie

and the Blowfish.

Right!

I was just having my car

serviced over there, and...

This is incredibly generous.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

Or you could say yes to dinner

tonight at the bistro on Main.

Dinner?

I won a

very big case today.

The kind that you celebrate

with someone special.

And since I don't have

anybody in my life

that's special right now...

But you don't even know me.

I mean...

You don't know

anything about me.

What say I pick you

up around 8:00?

Okay. Why not?

You see, that wasn't so hard.

Actually, I may not

be home later,

so maybe it's better if I meet you.

Okay.

See, I'm leaning toward

NYU for next year.

They have this really great

dance therapy program.

So you can devote your life

to helping other people?

I really admire that.

Especially in someone who's

still in high school.

Does that bother you,

the high school part?

Not at all.

And what about you?

Does it bother you having

a 33-year-old lawyer,

feed you dessert?

Thirty-three, really?

I could have sworn you

weren't a day over 32.

Well, I think I can honestly say

that that was the most

incredible dinner I've ever had.

Yeah, I would have to agree.

And the food was good, too.

You know, I really don't

know how to thank you.

No, I should be thanking you.

Hey, you like stars?

Stars?

There's supposed to be incredibly

clear skies tomorrow night,

and I have a telescope over my beach house.

Thought if you were free...

God,

you're going to spoil me.

Hey, if you're lucky, I'll even

make you my famous lasagna.

How can I say no?

Good.

I'll call you tomorrow,

give you directions.

Okay.

I guess I better go.

Good night, Amy.

Good night.

Good night, Derek.

He quotes poetry, he

went to Stanford.

He's... Did I mention

he's got a beach house?

And he has a twin brother, right?

His name's Derek.

He's brilliant.

He's totally cool.

Dana, I'm freakin'!

Take it slow, Amy.

Hey, Dane, anytime

you wanna maybe

help me out over here,

that would be great.

Okay. My sister is such a pain.

You know, she was all set

to go away to college,

but then no, she had to

stay and go to state

just to make my life miserable.

Move.

Thank you.

So, how old's this guy, Amy?

Well, he's slightly

older than I usually...

What, what? 24, 25?

He's barely the other side of 30,

if you want to get technical.

No way!

But, hey, if you find someone

you can click with mentally,

and who also turns

you on, then...

Excuse me. A

30-something-year-old guy,

who's hitting on a

17-year-old girl?

18, as of last month.

And who said he was the one

doing the hitting?

You go, girl.

Didn't I tell you it would

be incredibly clear tonight?

It's amazing.

You never really get to

see this in the city.

Hey, you like surprises?

I love surprises.

Good. Come on.

Come on. Have a seat. What?

Derek, you didn't have to.

Go ahead. Open it.

Do you like it?

I don't know.

I mean, it's absolutely

gorgeous, but...

Why don't you try it on?

Wait.

Don't look.

Okay.

You look like an angel.

Come here.

Derek, maybe I

shouldn't be doing this.

We don't have to do

anything you don't want to.

I could just hold you.

That's all.

Amy?

Do you know what time it is?

Didn't you get my note?

I went to a party with Dana.

Till 3:00 in the morning?

I'm sorry.

I had to drive some kids home,

and I got totally lost.

Honey, I know it's

your senior year, but

how can you stay out like

this on a school night

and still keep up your grades?

It's just this one time, Mom.

Well, next time pick

up a phone, okay?

Otherwise, I worry.

Okay.

Go back to sleep.

1759, Fort

Niagara, Ticonderoga,

Crown Point in Quebec fall

to victorious British.

And in 1763, The Treaty of Paris

ends the French-Indian wars.

French rivalry...

Listen, a bunch of the guys are going

to get together after practice.

I can't make practice today.

What do you mean "can't"?

So, is this where you bring

all your other girlfriends?

As if you didn't

know that you're the only one.

You are so beautiful, so sexy.

I am not! You

don't even know it.

Which makes you all the more.

Come here, come

here, come here.

No. What?

I have to be home by 10:00.

My mom, you know?

But this Saturday, I can stay over,

and I can say I'm at Dana's.

I'm not free most weekends.

Pro Bono case.

I don't think I can get

away till next Tuesday.

So I have to wait five whole

days to see you again?

I'll be thinking of

you the whole time.

Which reminds me...

So you know that I'm not

bringing anybody else here.

And feel free to bring your

friends anytime you want, okay?

You are so sweet. You know that?

Yes, I do.

Five, six, seven, eight.

And one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Work it, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Okay. Let's try this again.

Where's Dana?

Probably off flirting

with some guy, as usual.

New earrings?

Yeah, they were a gift.

And that cool leather jacket you were

wearing today, that a gift, too?

Dana, if you want to say

something, just say it.

Look, all I know is that

you're seeing some older guy

who buys you expensive gifts...

Look, it's not like that, okay?

Okay, fine.

So what is it like?

I really care about him,

and he cares about me.

And just because he's

incredibly generous...

Amy, I hardly see you anymore.

I mean, newsflash, I am

your best friend, remember?

My God!

Amy, your new jacket!

Why did you just ask

me about this?

Come on!

You can't honestly think I had

something to do with this!

Then who did?

How the hell should I know?

I mean, unless...

What?

There was some lady asking about

you, before practice, today.

What lady? Asking what?

What classes you take, where you hang out.

Stuff like that.

She was pretty.

She had red hair.

I don't think she was a teacher.

I've never seen her.

Dana, why didn't you

tell me this before?

Excuse me! I forgot, okay?

I'm sorry.

I can't believe this.

When you think about it,

everything we do is for women.

The clothes we wear,

the car we drive.

That's why there's no

greater aphrodisiac

than when you feel

a beautiful woman

wrap herself around

your little finger.

Hey, check that out.

That...

Is my date.

You like them young?

You're a lucky guy.

Yeah, I am.

I was so right to

buy you this dress.

Every eye in this

place is on you.

I missed you. Don't worry.

I'll have weekends free soon.

Maybe I'll take you up the coast.

Come on.

Amy, are you with me?

Just thinking about

something that happened today.

Tell me.

No, it's not important, really.

Speaking of things

happening today,

I saw something with

your name on it.

Derek, you can't

keep doing this!

I've never given you anything.

No, you're wrong, Amy.

Just being with you is

the best present in the world.

You are something else.

Does that mean you like it?

Well, if you didn't have to

go back to work tonight,

I'd show you how much.

Daddy! Daddy's home!

Yeah, daddy's home.

You're so big.

You know that?

Hey, how you doing guys?

You have a good day today?

Good.

Sorry I'm late, darling.

Another one of those

stupid client dinners.

Come on.

So, did you

guys miss me today?

Yeah. Daddy sure missed you.

Mom, you scared me!

I thought you were

working late tonight.

Amy, honey, I need

to talk to you.

Mom, there's a sleepover at Dana's,

remember? I'm already late...

I found this in the mailbox.

No.

Not again.

What do

you mean "again"?

Don't tell me you

know who did this.

No, what I meant was...

Is this someone at school, honey?

Something happened?

Mom, please.

It's just a stupid prank, okay?

The other cheerleaders

and their parents

have been getting

the same things.

It's probably some dateless

wonder with a pom-pom fetish.

Look, I'm an hour late.

I'm going to take this,

put it in the trash

where it belongs.

Well, at least they

got your sizes right.

It's too creepy.

I think you should

go to the cops.

Really? Yeah.

Bummer.

Cops? No, the popcorn.

I left it in the microwave.

I'll get it.

Let me guess.

My boy-crazy sister is going

on about her latest obsession.

Thanks for the save. Sure.

So, what's new? How's it

going with Mr. Dreamboat?

It's great. It's

better than great.

It's off the chart.

So, how

do you really feel?

Well, it's kind of weird, though.

Ever since I met him,

someone's been trying

to play with my head.

What do you mean?

Well, like, my locker

gets trashed at school.

Then, my mom gets this

creepy package in the mail.

I mean, why would someone

do stuff like that?

Well, obviously, someone's

just jealous of you,

or the attention you're giving this guy.

Who do you think it could be?

I don't know.

Well, what does

your boyfriend say?

I haven't told him.

Well, I'm sure it

will work itself out.

Wow, this was different.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were talking

to Dana about this,

she'd go on about how

dumb and naive I am.

And my mom... My mom would skip

right to nuclear alert, you know.

I guess it's just really

nice to hear someone

just being supportive for once.

Well, anytime.

I mean, I am not the greatest

when it comes to advice,

but whenever you need to talk...

Thanks, Jen. I really

appreciate that.

Sure.

Do you appreciate it enough to

let me borrow that nightshirt?

I'll think about it.

Supposedly, Cindy's going

out with Evan, right?

But according to Tina, Evan paged

her brother at, like, 2:00 a.m.,

and left Suzy Baron's number.

If anyone asks, I

went home sick.

Excuse me? And if my

mom calls you tonight,

tell her I fell asleep

helping you with a test,

and you don't want

to wake me up.

But, Amy, it's not

this guy again, is it?

Yeah.

For you. Thank you.

My dad took us to a

little place like this once...

Before he left my mom for

one of his psych students.

After that, I didn't

see him much.

He taught psychology.

Isn't that perfect?

Anyway, that was a

million years ago.

Derek?

Go, Vikings!

Come on, guys! Whoo.

Whoa! Dana!

Amy. Um, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Amy, it was just an accident.

Come on. Let's get going.

Shouldn't take too

long to repair it.

For the record, do you know the

name it was purchased under?

Bradshaw. Derek Bradshaw.

Here it is, Bradshaw.

Two deluxe women's

tennis bracelets.

Two?

Well, according to this,

one was picked up at

the point of purchase,

the other delivered.

Delivered where?

I'm sorry, Miss, I can't...

Of course. I understand.

If you'll wait here, this

will just take a minute.

One moment, Miss.

You did say a safety

clasp, didn't you?

I changed my mind.

Just keep it, okay?

Good one.

Having fun? Can I join? Yeah.

Whoa!

Let me get this straight.

Mr. Delaney, you say that

you started feeling pain

about a week after the accident,

yet you didn't file for

workman's comp until...

Mr. Bradshaw,

there's someone here to see you.

Not now, Mary.

It's a Miss Miller, sir.

She says it concerns your wife.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

This shouldn't take long.

Amy...

You rotten liar.

I can explain.

Explain what?

That you're married?

That you have a family?

That the whole time you were

sleeping with me, lying to me.

They weren't lies.

I meant every word.

When I saw your wife, your kids...

God, I feel sick.

Amy, listen to me.

My marriage is over.

It's been over for a long time.

Why should I believe you?

I couldn't tell you because I was

afraid that I would lose you.

I was afraid that you

wouldn't understand.

Amy,

I'm in love with you.

I'm leaving my wife.

That's right, I am. For you.

That's why you gave us the

same bracelet, right?

My secretary did that.

It was a stupid mistake.

You have an answer

for everything.

Now, okay, okay. Listen, I know that

you're angry with me right now,

and you've got

every right to be.

But... Get out of my way!

I was planning to tell

you everything tonight.

Do you know how rare

it is, what we have?

I never thought I

could have this,

not until you came into my life.

So I'm begging you, Amy. Please,

please don't throw this away.

But I can't go out

with a married man.

Of course you can't.

And that's why I'm asking you

for just a little more time,

just so that I can tie

up a few loose ends.

And your kids?

I love my

children very much,

and they will always

be cared for, always.

Just like I'll

always care for you.

Come on.

All I need is some

time, that's all.

Just some time to make sure that

everything is okay for both of us.

Yes, I see.

Of course. I understand.

Hey, Mom.

Well, thank you for calling.

Goodbye.

Another meeting, right?

I know. There's chicken

in the fridge.

That was Mrs. Adams,

your guidance counselor.

She wanted to know why

you've been missing classes

for the last couple weeks.

What? Just a minute, young lady.

While you're explaining,

perhaps you'll also tell me

where you've been

since last night.

Come on, Mom.

I left you a voice

mail yesterday

saying I was staying

over at Dana's.

Dana's again?

Yeah!

And then after school,

we went to the beach.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is I

called Dana's house,

and her mother said

you were never there.

Are you checking up on me now?

Amy, this isn't like you.

Who are you hanging out with?

I don't believe this.

I mean, you're skipping school.

You're staying out

until all hours.

That's it. You're grounded.

Grounded? Yes.

How are you going to ground me?

You're hardly ever even here,

you're so wrapped up

in your stupid job.

That "stupid job" pays

the bills around here.

That "stupid job" pays for

the rent on this house.

It pays for our food.

Ever since your father

left us, remember?

He left you, not me.

And maybe if you hadn't driven him

away with your needy guilt trips...

I

am your mother.

And don't you ever talk

to me like that again!

Do you understand?

Derek... What are

you doing here?

It's nice to see you again.

Amy, isn't it?

Right.

Darling, this is that

student I told you about,

the one I had the

little accident with.

Pleased to meet you, Amy.

I'm sorry that you had

to meet my husband

under such unpleasant

circumstances.

Yeah, me too.

I just came in to order

some takeout, so...

Perhaps you'd care to

join us for dinner.

No, that's okay. It's

really nice of you, but...

Then at least sit with us while

you're waiting for your food.

Elizabeth, I'm sure...

You see, when our

children are older,

they're going to go to the

same high school as you,

and I'd love to hear

your thoughts about it.

My husband did say you're

still in Franklin High?

Well, yes, but...

Wonderful. Make that

table for three, please.

Yes, Ma'am.

When we first met, Derek was

only an associate in my father's law firm.

More coffee, Amy?

No thanks, Mrs. Bradshaw.

Elizabeth.

Call me Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Anyway, I think I was

dropping something off

for Daddy, or...

Well, you know how it is when you

finally meet the right person.

High school, sweetheart.

You said you wanted to

talk about high school.

Derek specializes in divorce.

Did you know that, Amy?

I don't

believe in divorce.

Or what it does to children.

You understand that,

don't you, Amy?

Yeah, I think my order should be ready

by now, but thanks for the coffee.

It was great talking to you.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

The way she looked at me with

her husband right there.

If that was me, I probably would

have passed out or something.

I have this feeling that

she knows, you know?

Like maybe she's the one

who trashed my locker.

I think you should drop this

guy like a ton of bricks.

Come on, Jen.

He's practically twice your age,

and he's married.

He told me he's

leaving his wife.

Well, obviously, he hasn't said

a word to her about divorce.

Well, it doesn't mean

he's not going to.

He will, when the time is right.

And that's why you came

here, to tell me, right?

Because you thought if you actually said

it out loud, you might convince yourself?

Jen, I really love him.

I know how it feels, but there

is no future with this guy.

Yeah, it sounds

easy, but it's not.

I've been there. Who hasn't?

But you'll be going off to

school in a few months.

I don't know.

What is that supposed to mean?

You're not actually thinking of

giving up college for this guy?

I don't know.

God, why is it so hard?

Because guys make it that way...

If you let them.

Come on.

No message? You sure, Marge?

Okay. I'll give them

a few more minutes.

Hi. Hi.

Your office said I

could find you here.

Weird old place.

Anybody live here?

A couple in their 80s did.

They died. Their kids wanted

it on the market right away.

Mom, I've been

thinking about the other day.

You know, all the stuff I

said about you and Dad.

And I guess that

I was just feeling...

I know.

I just wanted to say

that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I've always been able

to trust you, Amy.

I just want to keep it

that way, you know?

Yeah.

I was supposed to show this place

to a couple a half-hour ago.

Now I'm going to be late for an

appointment on the other side of town.

Well, I can wait for them.

That's sweet, but...

No, just give me the keys. I've

seen you lock up enough times.

You sure? Yeah!

Go on, get out of here.

I love you, honey.

I love you, too.

Hello?

Is someone up there?

Get a grip, Miller.

Sorry. We're late.

Over here!

Okay, pop quiz.

"The type of guy who

really rates with you will

"A. Rent videos and crash

with you on the couch.

"B. Work out at the gym

as much as you do.

"Or C. Be super sweet and

nice to your friends?"

Definitely not "C."

Why? What's wrong with a guy

being nice to your friends?

Nothing, if he's

sincere about it.

But not if he's showing off.

Like how?

Like inviting your friends to use his

beach house whenever they want to.

What's that supposed to mean?

Amy...

Shut up, Dana. I asked

her a question.

Come on, Miller. It's not

like it isn't obvious.

Yeah?

What's so obvious?

Amy, just ignore her.

She doesn't know what

it's like to date a guy

who's actually nice

to his girlfriend.

Amy isn't this guy's girlfriend.

She's his mistress.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

It looks like we're low on chips.

Does anybody need anything?

No, we're fine.

Christie, you are such a pig.

You look absolutely

incredible tonight.

Look, what do you say

we get out of here?

We just got here.

So?

So, I got grounded, and

I had to lie to my mom

for the millionth time

just to get here.

Amy. Derek.

Hey, all I said was that

you looked incredible.

Derek, where were

you this weekend?

I'm sorry? And while

we're on the subject,

why do we always get

together when you want?

And why do you take me to

these out-of-the-way places,

where you won't bump

into any of your friends

or people you work with?

What are you trying to say?

What I'm saying is that, this

doesn't feel like a relationship.

It feels more like

I'm your mistress.

That's really what

I am, isn't it?

Come on, admit it.

You have no intention of leaving your wife.

Why would you?

This way, you get

to have us both.

Look, I have two

children to think about.

You said you'd always

take care of them.

You said... Amy, could we

talk about this later?

It's over, Derek.

No more. I really

mean it this time.

Are you sure you're okay?

Christie and the

others are gone, so...

I'll be home,

so call me and let

me know you're okay.

Dana, are you out there?

Somebody help!

Somebody please help me!

Somebody help me!

Help!

I need help!

Is anybody out there?

Help me!

Help! Help!

Please!

Help me!

Let go of me!

Let go!

Amy, it's me.

The door... I heard

you screaming.

What are you doing here?

I got tired of talking to

your answering machine. So...

So you come looking for me

in the girls' locker room?

You expect me to believe that?

Your car was the only

one in the parking lot.

The janitor said that you finished

practice a while ago. I was worried.

And then I heard you scream.

And you show up just

in the nick of time.

Amy, come on.

Don't touch me!

Why would I hurt you?

You're the most important

thing in my life.

Look, we already

talked about this.

This isn't about words.

It's about caring.

If you really care about

me, then leave me alone.

You need some space. Okay.

But that doesn't change the fact

that we're still in

love with each other.

Dinner's almost ready.

I'm afraid it's chicken again.

That's fine.

I meant to get to the store...

That's fine, Mom.

You know, I remember

when your dad left,

and I was so hurt and angry.

Let me tell you about angry.

And yet, I... I hid it inside

because I thought

if you saw that,

I'd lose you, too.

You'd tell me you

wanted to live with...

And then one day, we were

driving back home from one

of your ballet classes,

you must have been

seven or eight.

And you said,

"Are you all right, Mommy?"

And for some crazy

reason, I told you.

I told you how lonely I

was and how afraid and

I will never forget

what you said.

You said, "I'm scared,

too, Mommy, but

"isn't it better being

scared together?"

God. I said that?

I was smart?

You still are.

Look, I just wanted to say that

whatever it is that's

eating you up, Amy, I

wish you could just tell me.

Talk to me about it.

Thanks.

But everything's fine.

Is it possible that he was being

straight with you, about being there,

that maybe the door was

just jammed or something?

Well, anything's

possible, I guess.

In which case, he's

just a lovesick guy

who doesn't like being dumped

and probably saved your life.

Back so soon?

What, no guys at the mall?

No, the way I feel right now, I'd be

happy if I never saw another guy again.

Something happen with that

Dan guy you were seeing?

Derek.

Jen, you were right.

It was a big mistake.

The good news is I

told him it's over.

The bad news is he

doesn't believe me.

Well, since when is breaking

up multiple choice?

She thinks he might

be stalking her,

maybe even locked her

in the sauna at school.

Is that true?

I don't know.

I don't know what that

word means anymore.

Well look, if you want him to

get the message loud and clear,

you can always use

the direct approach.

What's that?

It's simple. Just tell his wife.

Sure. Right.

I'll just walk up to her

and say, "Hi, I'm Amy.

"By the way, I've been

sleeping with your husband."

Well, no, I'm sure

it won't be easy,

but I think it'll definitely

solve the problem.

Jen's right, Amy.

If it turns out that it's his wife

that's doing all that other creepy stuff

she already knows anyway and

it'll give her a reason not

to harass you anymore.

It'll kill two birds

with one stone.

Hi. Hi there.

Honey, who is it?

Hi, Elizabeth...

Mrs. Bradshaw, I don't

know if you remember me...

Sure, at the restaurant last week.

Amy, right?

Yeah. Look, if this

is a bad time...

Not at all. Honey, go tell

Andy to get ready for soccer.

They're my whole

life, those kids.

Would you like to come in?

No, that's okay.

I just wanted...

Yes?

Well, what I mean is, I

came to tell you that...

What are you trying to say, Amy?

That I really enjoyed our

conversation the other night and

you know, if you ever want to talk

about high school, like you said...

High school?

Right. Well, I can see

you're really busy,

so I... I'm just going to go.

You're in love with

him, aren't you?

Pardon?

That's the real

reason you came here,

to tell me that you're

having an affair with Derek

and that you have no

intention of letting him go.

No, that's not true.

You deny having sex

with my husband?

Mrs. Bradshaw... Do you have

any idea what it feels like

to watch your family, your whole life

be destroyed by some teenage slut?

Look, you

have got this all wrong.

If you have any

decency left in you,

you'll leave him alone.

Leave us alone.

That is so funny.

Can I offer you

some more coffee?

Here's my daughter now.

Amy, this is...

Derek Bradshaw. Nice

to meet you, Amy.

Mr. Bradshaw... Excuse me. Derek,

is interested in the Rice house.

Your mother's been telling

me all about you, Amy.

I feel like I

practically know you.

Honey, is something wrong?

Well, I think I've taken

up enough of your time.

Don't be silly. The

pleasure's all mine.

It was nice meeting you, Amy.

Perhaps we'll see each

other again sometime.

Um, Mom, I forgot

something in my car.

I'll walk you out.

What the hell do you

think you're doing?

Attractive woman, your mother.

Actually, I can see where

you get that fine figure.

You stay the hell

away from my mother.

If you'd just stop playing

these silly games.

Derek, I told you... it is finished.

It's over.

I cannot believe

that you're willing

to throw something

this special away.

Let go of me.

You think this is easy for me?

You're the first thing I think of

when I wake up in the morning,

and the last before I

go to bed at night.

Your wife knows.

What?

You heard me.

You know something? You'd

make a very good lawyer.

Do you think I'm kidding?

I think you're hurt,

and I think you're

afraid to trust.

But I also think

you're worth it.

Isn't he cute? Yeah,

I think he's really cute.

Yeah, I think he's cute.

Yeah!

Come on, Vikings!

Dana... What?

Amy, what is it? What's wrong?

I don't... I don't feel well.

Um...

I'll be right back. Okay?

All right. Okay. Go! Go! Yes!

God.

Who's there?

Mrs. Bradshaw?

My God.

Lauren, hey.

Hey. Looking for Dana? She's over there

beating the pants off of some guy.

Hey, Miller. Over here.

Look who I finally met

while waiting for a table.

Small world?

Yeah, what are the chances?

And may I say that I

am totally jealous?

I mean the way this

guy talks about you.

Dana, would you mind

making a phone call?

Sure. To who?

To the Pope, to Elvis.

I don't care, as long

as it lasts a while.

Gotcha. It was nice meeting you.

I don't suppose you'd

be up for a game.

Dana tells me you got

quite a bank shot.

Why are you doing this?

Do you even realize how

exquisite you look?

Of course, I wish you were wearing

something I had given you.

What is this, some kind of lawyer thing?

You think if you butter me up,

I'll be your little

mistress again?

Amy, listen... No, you listen.

Ever since we started

seeing each other,

someone's being trying to scare

the living hell out of me.

And guess what. It's working.

Okay, you were right.

My wife knows.

Yeah, I know she knows.

That's why she's trying

to destroy my life.

No, no.

It was a good thing

you did, telling her.

Now she's ready to

accept the divorce.

Accept the divorce?

Are you crazy?

She was at my game last night.

She's been following me.

She even left a message

on my locker room mirror.

My wife was at your game?

Don't you get it?

It's been her doing

this stuff all along,

and she's not going to stop

until she knows

that we're through.

Amy, calm down.

That's why you just

have to leave me alone.

You have to leave me

alone so that it stops.

Whoa, whoa. Easy.

Look, I'll take care of it.

Okay?

I promise.

I am so tired of these

out-of-town away games.

I'm so hungry by the time

we get out of school,

and we don't get to eat till after

the game at that awful truck stop.

Hey, save me a seat.

Thanks.

You want to talk gross?

What about guys into piercing?

Ew.

And the ones who take

longer to get ready than we do.

Yeah, well, my personal favorite

is the goatee, hat backwards,

underwear coming out

of the pants combo.

What, we're not

trendy enough yet?

I'm going to meet you

guys back at the bus.

It was his wife.

His wife pushed me in

front of that truck. Amy,

I know what you're thinking.

"Come on, Miller.

"The woman followed you

all the way out of town,

"I mean if she wanted to kill you, why

would she go to all the trouble of..."

You got to stop

beating yourself up.

"Besides, you probably

deserve it for

"getting involved with her

husband in the first place."

Okay. Stop.

Jen...

I'm scared.

I can't sleep.

I think it's time I

go to the police.

I would probably feel the same

way if I were you, but...

But what?

Well, are you really ready

for your mom to find out?

I mean, that you've been sleeping

with this 30-year-old married man?

We're talking tabloid

heaven here...

"Jealous socialite tries to

kill husband's teen mistress."

So what do I do?

I can't tell you what to do.

Jen, please?

Okay.

Okay.

If I were you, I would

just stand my ground.

I would stay as far away

from this guy as possible.

You avoid the fire, you

don't get burned, right?

You always seem to

know what to do.

Thanks.

Of course.

You're not just Dana's friend.

You're my friend, too.

Right? Right.

Mom... Hi, honey.

Those people want to look at

the Elm Street property again.

Damn. Where are my keys?

Mom, I really need to talk

to you about something.

Amy, I'm running late here.

Sorry.

I do that a lot, don't I?

That's okay.

No, it's not okay. That's not how

I want things to be with us.

Now, what did you want

to talk to me about?

It's nothing.

You sure?

Yeah.

There's your keys. Right

under my nose as usual.

If that's Maggie, tell

her I'm on my way. Okay.

- Hello?

- Do you know how much I've missed you?

Derek, I thought I

told you that I...

I said I'd take care of that

harassment thing, and I have.

I need to tell you about it.

Tell me what?

Meet me at the bistro at 8:00.

We'll discuss it over dinner.

No, tell me now.

I'm being called to a meeting.

See you tonight.

I was starting to think

you weren't coming.

Did I have a choice?

Champagne, please.

The best you've got.

Excuse me, Miss but

I will have to...

I'll have an iced tea, thanks.

Very well.

Do you remember the first

time we came here,

how much fun we had?

Derek, you know why I'm here

and it has nothing

to do with fun.

You sure you don't want a

little champagne first?

You said you took care of this.

You talked to your wife.

And I did.

It is your wife, isn't it?

And you told her to stop this?

Let's eat first. No, let's not.

In that case, let's

get out of here.

We'll go to the beach house,

discuss it there.

That's what this

was really about, wasn't it?

You just wanted to get me here.

Amy, please.

You didn't find out anything. You

didn't even talk to your wife, did you?

God! I am such a damn idiot!

Will you please

lower your voice.

You were supposed to

take care of this.

You promised.

And now it's just getting worse.

Amy?

I know it's late,

but I didn't know where else to go.

Hey. What happened to you?

It was his wife. I saw her car.

She tried to run me...

Amy, enough already.

Look, you've got to tell your

mom and go to the police.

My mom would freak, and how

do I explain the fact that...

You're not going to be explaining

anything if you're six feet under, okay?

Look, either you

tell her, or I will.

No, I just need time.

Okay, I need time to think about this.

All right. Okay. Calm down.

Come on, I'll call your mom

and tell her that you're sick

and you're spending the night. We'll work

this whole thing out together tomorrow, okay?

Thanks, Dana.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, Mom. Hey, honey.

You got a sec? Actually, I'm late

for a big signing at the bank.

Mom, there's something I

really have to tell you.

If it's about staying

at Dana's last night...

No, Mom...

I'm having an affair

with a married man.

And it gets worse.

That man is Derek Bradshaw,

the guy who pretended to be

interested in the house.

Honey.

That's why he didn't

call you back.

You said it gets worse.

Yeah, you know that thing you found

in the mailbox with the lingerie?

That was just the beginning.

A few days ago, I got

pushed in front of a truck.

And then last night, his wife tried

to force my car off a cliff.

Mom, she's trying to kill me.

Why didn't you

come to me before?

I was afraid.

Of how I'd react?

Amy, this is all my fault.

If only I'd been paying

more attention to you.

No, Mom. It had nothing

to do with you.

I mean in the beginning,

I didn't even know he was married

and then I thought I loved him.

And then he lied, you know, and

it got really complicated.

I let you down.

I just wasn't sure

what you'd do.

I'll tell you what we're going to do.

We're going to go right to the police.

It was his wife. Who

else would it be?

My daughter is not a liar, Detective

if that's what you're implying.

Mrs. Miller, I'm not

implying anything.

I'm simply pointing out

that there's no evidence

nor a single witness,

besides your daughter,

that this Bradshaw woman

actually did these things,

or, for that matter, that

any of them even happened.

So in other words, I'm

just a jealous mistress

who wants to eliminate

her competition?

You said it, not me.

What about the guardrail?

Anybody could have written that.

Or maybe I wrote it myself.

Mom, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to

stay here and listen to this crap.

Do you have kids, Detective?

Two daughters.

The oldest one turns

16 next month.

Going on 30.

Then you can imagine what it must be like to

watch her go through something like this.

Look, it's not as if

we're underworked here.

If I had to investigate

every harassment complaint

that came across my desk...

But what if it's true?

What if this woman

actually did these things?

Unfortunately, you're going to need

more than "what if" to make this stick.

Is that what you'd say to your wife

if this happened to your daughter?

All right. I'll check it out.

But no promises.

Thank you, Detective.

Mr. Bradshaw, there's a

Miss Miller here to see you.

Did you say Miller?

I told her you were going into a meeting,

but... No, that's all right, Mary.

Send her in.

Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Bradshaw.

I've heard what a

busy man you are.

Excuse me, but...

Don't tell me you were

expecting someone else.

Miss Miller, if this is about

that house we discussed...

I think you know damn

well what this is about.

How much has Amy told you?

Enough to make me come here.

Did she also tell you

how hard this has

been on my family...

This adolescent

fantasy of her's,

us having an affair?

Fantasy?

Or how she came to my house

to blackmail my wife?

Wait a minute.

You are not actually going to

stand there and try to make me...

Miss Miller, I love

my wife very much,

and I would never do anything

to jeopardize our marriage.

Now, if your daughter persists in

spreading rumors to the contrary,

I will be forced to

take legal action.

You're not talking to some jury

you can confuse with your

fancy defense tactics.

Take my word for it...

I am not someone you

want to mess with.

Is that supposed to be a threat?

Call it whatever you like,

but if you so much as breathe in

my daughter's direction again,

I'll be the one

taking legal action.

So, concerning this alleged incident

at the truck stop, you're saying...

I was with friends that evening,

here in town.

But you do own a

Jaguar, late model,

exactly like the one this girl says

tried to force her off a cliff.

My car was stolen that night,

which I reported hours before

this alleged incident took place.

Mrs. Bradshaw, what exactly was your

husband's relationship with Miss Miller?

Are you asking if my

husband was faithful?

I'm asking what you'd do if

you found out he wasn't.

Detective Meyers,

the only involvement my husband had with

this girl was over a minor traffic accident.

If she's chosen to

make more of it,

then she's the one you

should be questioning.

Now, if there's nothing else...

What did they ask you? What

do you think they asked me?

And what did you tell them?

Don't worry, Derek.

You came out smelling like a

rose, just like you always do.

You know something, darling?

I've been thinking maybe we

should go away together.

You know, just the two of us.

I don't think so, Derek.

No, look. I'm sure your old man

wouldn't mind squeezing a few days...

That's not what I'm talking about.

I don't follow.

You know, you have any

idea what it's like being

constantly humiliated like this?

Knowing about the lies,

knowing about these girls?

Elizabeth, please... No, I wanted

to believe you every time, Derek.

Every late-night dinner, every

out-of-town conference.

All right, look... I wanted to believe

you because I love you, Derek.

I wanted to hold onto you.

But I can't hold on any longer.

I can't keep living like this.

This Miller girl

meant nothing to me.

Do you understand me?

Absolutely nothing.

It was just a stupid

one-night thing, that's all.

That's what you said

about the last one, too.

Elizabeth, I love you.

And I love our children.

I swear... I swear this

will never happen again.

You're right, Derek. It won't.

Because I'm going to

make sure it doesn't.

I'm filing for divorce.

My father will be

in touch with you.

I wouldn't

think twice about it.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, who was that?

That was the police. They

checked out Derek's wife.

And?

And she has an airtight alibi,

which means she isn't the one

who's been trying to get me.

Then who is?

I don't know.

But I'm going to find out.

We've got practice.

Amy...

You realize this is nuts.

This is totally crazy.

Don't you get it, Dana?

It's got to be someone

from his past,

someone who never

really got over him.

Since I never saw anything

at the beach house,

maybe he's got something

in his office.

Amy, I don't like this.

There's got to be something

with her name on it...

A letter or an address

book or something.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

Derek.

I was looking for you.

Looking for me? Why?

First you open your

big mouth to my wife.

Then you sic your guard-dog

mother after me.

You've been drinking.

You ungrateful little bitch.

Do you have any idea

what you've cost me?

Derek, I have

missed you so much.

That's why I came here.

I don't know why I

did those things.

That's why I had to see you,

to ask for another chance.

You're lying.

Don't you see? I only did those

things because I was so hurt.

Why should I believe you?

You're right.

You gave me everything I ever wanted,

and I... I threw it all away.

Hey...

Wait.

No, I've waited long enough.

I just want everything

to be perfect.

I want to look extra

special for you

just like the first time.

Remember?

I want you now. No,

no, let me go home

and change into something

that you got for me.

And then I'll meet you

at the beach house,

and we can be together, alone.

Just the two of us. Okay?

Nine o'clock.

Okay?

I'm telling you, there was

somebody there watching.

They probably heard

everything you guys said.

So whoever it is knows I'm meeting

Derek at his beach house.

Amy, please tell me you're not

thinking what I think you're thinking.

Dana, the police aren't

exactly helping, right?

Which means if I want this person

stopped, I've got to do it myself.

- Hot date?

- She's going to see Derek again.

Amy, I thought you

said you weren't.

I have to see him. I have to

find out what's going on.

Don't tell me his wife

is still out to get you?

Well, it's not his wife,

according to the police,

so we think it's somebody

connected to him and the school

because of her

locker being trashed

and the message on the mirror.

Yeah. I mean obviously, it's

someone who's jealous of you,

like Christie, maybe.

No. Too vain for something like

pushing me in front of a truck.

She'd be worried about

breaking a nail or something.

Well, what about Lauren?

I doubt he'd be stupid

enough to have dated someone

I might run into in the halls,

so it's probably someone who graduated

or transferred out or something.

You cheerleadered last year.

You know, like, everybody

in your class.

Are you sure you don't remember

hearing about some girl

who dated a married guy?

You know, actually, I did.

There was this girl who

was seeing this lawyer,

and his wife found out about it.

I don't have to tell you

guys what happened.

This girl, do you

remember her name?

No, I don't. Sorry.

Well, maybe I can seduce

Derek into telling me.

You're not actually thinking of

sleeping with him again, are you?

I'm his teen mistress. Remember?

Fine, but what if this

mystery person shows up

and tries to kill you again?

That's why you'll

be there, right?

Keeping a lookout.

Just like old times?

Yeah.

Remember how shy I was the

first time I came here?

God.

A toast...

To what's her name.

Who?

The girl you were

seeing before me.

Whoever she is, I hate her.

Who said I was seeing

anybody before you?

Just tell me her name wasn't

Bambi or Tiffany or something.

Or maybe she had one

of those exotic names

like Monique or Arabella.

Enough talk.

Come on. Derek, wait.

Take off your clothes.

I want to look at you.

Just tell me what letter

her name started with.

Why do you care so much?

I'm not angry. I'm just curious.

Then why do you keep

looking outside?

Is there somebody out there?

Derek, please.

What, is it my wife you're worried about?

Is that it?

Your wife? She's out

of the picture, Amy.

We're getting a divorce,

which means we can

finally be together.

No more secret rendezvous.

We can be together

whenever we want.

No, I don't think so.

What's wrong?

You know what, Derek? I think

it's time we end this. I'm sorry.

What is that supposed to mean?

You're a smart guy.

You figure it out.

And on second thought,

I'm not sorry one bit.

Amy...

Amy!

Damn it!

Come on.

Amy.

You couldn't leave him

alone, could you?

No. You had to keep

tempting him away.

Jennifer? Hey, it's not

like I didn't warn you.

You even came to me for

advice, for God's sake.

But did you listen?

Did you listen to a

single word that I said?

That girl you told me about...

That was you?

Until I got traded in for the

brand-new, improved model.

Jen, please?

I think we're way past

"please" here, Amy.

But I... Just shut up and drive.

Okay, pull up to the edge and

keep the engine running.

Jen, you can't do this.

Yeah? Watch me.

But I don't even want Derek.

It doesn't matter!

As long as you're

in the picture,

he'll want you.

See, he has to win.

That's just the way he is.

He'll never leave you alone.

What are you doing?

I'm helping you commit suicide,

just successfully this time.

It's the only way

that I can have him.

God. Please?

Goodbye, Amy.

I wish I could say it

was nice knowing you.

Come on! Come on.

Why?

Because you didn't know

what you were doing.

I love him so much.

I know.

I know that more than anybody.

Ready? Yes! Get

closer, real close.

One, two, three...

I am so proud of you, Pumpkin.

You know what, peaches?

I'm proud of you, too.

Come on, Miller. Party at Christie's.

Remember?

Yeah! Amy...

I know, be home by midnight...

Just have a great time. Okay?

Thanks.

Thanks, Mom.

Bye.

One, two, three, four... Kick...

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four... Smile...

Six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four... Walk...

Five, six, seven, eight.

Pose... One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven... Point your toes.

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