Cracked (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Cherry Blossoms - full transcript

- Previously on Cracked...
- I miss you so much.

It's over.
I'm sorry, I'm done.

Still not sleeping? Your head kept
bobbing every time the car stopped.

- Red-light power naps.
- Nightmares?

You can't have nightmares
if you're not sleeping.

Look, I just want us to get
our coffees and go home.

Arrest me. Huh? Arrest me!

Nobody's day has
to be ruined!

Are you chicken?
Are you chicken? Huh?

♪ I got out of bed today ♪
♪ Swear to god, couldn't see my face ♪

♪ I got out of bed today ♪
♪ Staring at a ghost ♪



♪ Oh, have you seen
my ghost ♪

♪ Seen my ghost, seen my ghost ♪

♪ Oh, have you seen my ghost ♪

♪ Staring at the ground? ♪

You a police officer?

You gonna call me a chicken?

Yeah, kid, I'm a police officer.

- Why?
- Why?

'Cause I like helping people
when they're in trouble, or lost

- or hurt.
- Why?

Why do I like helping people?

No, why do people get hurt?

You don't know
the answer, do you?

Detective Black.



Hey. I'm Detective Black, this
is Dr. Ridley. Female EDP

approximately 42 years
of age, what else?

- Service weapon.
- What?

She's one of ours.
Her name's Beth Croxton.

Patrol Officer
out of 34 Division.

Ms. Croxton, my
name's Detective Black.

I have a doctor with me...
Daniella Ridley.

Go away.

- We can't do that, Beth.
- I said, go away!!!

- Lindsay, wake up, sweetie.
- Ms. Croxton?

This is Dr. Ridley.

I understand you're just
trying to protect Lindsay.

You're a police officer,

that's what you do.

I'm her mother.

That's what I...
what I should have done...

Beth, Lindsay needs our help.
Please let us in.

I can't... I
can't let her go.

You don't have to.

We can do it together.

But I need you to do something. I
need you to please take the weapon

and move it across the floor.

I know you don't want
to hurt anyone.

Give her a second.

Beth's in the ambulance.
I spoke with the coroner,

who won't know anything until
the autopsy report, but...

Suicide.

Beth said the car was still running
when she came home from work.

Lindsay's face was flushed,

consistent with carbon
monoxide poisoning.

Yeah.

Neighbours heard screams,
called 911,

but when the EMTs came and
they tried to take Lindsay away,

Beth drew her gun on them.

I guess she wanted a few
last moments with her daughter.

Anyway, it's pretty
straightforward.

C.I.B can take over.

- Or not. Watch.
- I wanted to make sure

you didn't get the last word,
like you always do.

You made sure my life was over

and now I get to finish
what you started.

I hope you're happy.

I'm so tired.

I just...

I can't anymore.

Too few or too many for
a phone number. A date?

- Date and time?
- Could be anything.

No, these numbers are chosen carefully.
It's the last thing she said. Ever.

Could be meaning in the fact
that they're meaningless.

But why wouldn't she just say,
"My life is meaningless"?

OK, well, what if
it's not the numbers,

but the fact that
there are 8 numbers?

She chose to kill herself
in a costume.

Strange numbers. I'm thinking
there's a likelihood

of criminal harassment.

So, all that stuff
in the garage...

basically an acute
stress reaction.

She's gonna stay the night in
seclusion, and go home tomorrow.

And?

No, nothing. She has no
idea what the numbers are.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Beth Croxton.

- She would've just been admitted.
- Excuse me,

I'm Detective Black, this is Dr.
Ridley. You know Beth Croxton?

Yes, we live across the
street. One of the officers

- told us she was here. Is she okay?
- She's resting right now.

It's just such a shock.
I can't believe it.

- Lindsay, she was at our house yesterday.
- Do you know the family well?

Molly is friends
with Lindsay.

- Molly, did anything happen to Lindsay
in the last little while? - No.

- Did you know she was depressed?
- I don't know.

- How are you doing?
- Lindsay's new to the school.

She and Beth just moved in
a few months ago...

it was a rough divorce.

And from what Beth said,
Lindsay was having a hard time

fitting in at first, but then
she got the lead in Pygmalion..

The school play.
I did costumes.

The two of them worked for
hours on the Embassy Ball gown.

It's a shame about that mishap
on opening night...

Take your slippers, and...

We found this when we went
through Lindsay's emails.

Whoever posted it tagged her, so
her inbox was full of comments.

Looks like half the school chimed in. They
even made up a bunch of nicknames for her.

My personal favourite?
"Eliza Booblittle."

Lindsay's understudy did the rest of the
performances, but that didn't stop anyone

from harrassing her about it
for her last two weeks.

The video went viral.
There's a lolcat version,

an animated gif... Someone
even made an autotune remix.

Take your slippers...

Your... your... Take your
slippers... Your... your...

Thank God the internet didn't
exist when I was in high school.

- Have you figured out who put it online?
- Our tech guys

- are working on it.
- Any luck with the sequence of numbers?

- Nothing on her computer so far.
- Check locker numbers,

page numbers... what's she reading? I
don't know, check the periodic table.

That girl was terrorized,
and it's criminal harassment.

Who makes that call? When
does taunting cross the line?

That's for a judge to decide.
Last year in Guelph, 6 girls

were convicted of criminal harassment
for an incident similar to this.

So if there's a ringleader
out there? I want them found.

I don't know what to say.
Lindsay was bright, talented,

- artistic...
- Did she have any issues,

problems, conflicts
with any other students?

Not that I know of.

In her suicide video, Lindsay seemed
to be talking about someone specific.

You're here every day; You don't have
any idea who was going after her?

Who's "in" and who's "out"
changes on an hourly basis.

Even if I thought I had an idea,
it would be wrong.

You're better off talking
to the kids directly.

- I'll find you somewhere to set up.
- Thanks.

So, what did you
think of Lindsay?

Well, I mean she's the
new girl in school...

everybody's gonna talk about the
new girl, see what she's about.

She did her own thing,
wasn't a part of the bullshit.

I liked Lindsay. People didn't
know, but she was really funny.

I didn't have
anything against her,

but, you know, she was not
really part of our group.

And what group is that?

Me, Jessica, a few others.
People call us the "Pit Crew."

But when she got the leading role in
the play, that got Jessica's attention.

But then what happened
with the play...

She kind of shut down
after that.

- The dress only dropped for a second.
- It was totally awful.

- Called her a bitch... - Slut...
- Jessica knew that if she...

screenshot it, somebody
would get a hold of it.

Lindsay went crazy after that.

Do you recognize
these numbers?

No. Should I?

I'm not sure if I should be talking to you.
People may not like it.

- What people?
- Jessica.

Her and her crew hang
out at The Pit, smoking

and drinking and
choosing their victims.

- But you didn't hear it from me.
- Jessica's just mean to everyone.

Last year, she took a picture
of me in the girl's locker room

and plastered it all over the
school. She drew circles on it...

you know, like plastic surgery?

See, Jessica
likes things in place,

and Lindsay just didn't fit.

So she buried her.

And she didn't deserve it.

It wasn't fair.

You haul my daughter down here in the
middle of the day, I have to leave work...

This is absurd.
That girl killed herself.

- Jess had nothing to do with it.
- We've received information

that Jessica had been harassing
Lindsay before she died,

posting a video online.

Is that true?

Sorry. I just had to send out
my biology assignment.

Give me the phone.

Give me the phone.

Did you post the video
they're talking about?

No. I did happen
to be filming

when Lindsay's dress ripped, but I
only emailed it to a few friends.

But you had to know it was
gonna end up online.

How?

Do you think I control
the entire school?

Some of the other students
think you do.

They're probably just jealous
because I have a lot of friends.

Jessica, our Tech guys
are tracking

whoever posted that video,
so I hope you're not lying,

'cause if you are, we're gonna
have to charge you

with obstruction of justice
and criminal harassment.

If you charge me,

then you're going to have to
charge half the kids at school...

anyone who made a gif,

posted a remake, sent
a text message, tweeted...

OK, we get it.

What happened with Lindsay's
dress, it was awful.

I know if it was me,
I would've been devastated.

But I didn't have
anything to do with it.

Can we go?

Phone?

Are you ready?

She's always in here playing,
practicing something...

She loves... concerts and... symphonies...
and the theatre...

Oh... She used to send me

on scavenger hunts
all over the house.

Leaving me clues.

Once, when I got
to the end of a hunt,

I found this a piece of paper,
and it had song lyrics on it

that she had written for me.

She didn't say goodbye.

Psychopath.

Psych. O. Path.

We don't diagnose kids
with psychopathy.

But you know, right?

I'm a psychiatrist,
not a psychic.

Ridley, for once,
don't think with your head.

Think with the hairs
on the back of your neck!

Kids' brains are
still developing.

Family dynamics come
into play, insecurity...

This girl's bad. I mean, you
don't write it down, but you know it.

Did the hairs on the back
of your neck stand up?

She could be mean.
We don't diagnose 'mean.'

Did they stand up?

We don't diagnose 'cold'

or 'bitch' either.
And she's all that.

You're not answering
the question.

Yeah. They did.

Fast forward a few years, this
girl's gonna be boiling bunnies

on some guy's stove.

You coming?

Uh, no, I'm gonna
stick around for a bit.

Been spending a lot of late
nights here. When do you sleep?

Goodnight, Ridley.

♪ I don't know
what you've done ♪

♪ To me ♪

♪ Don't know if it was planned ♪

♪ I'm trying hard
to understand ♪

♪ I don't know what
you've done to me ♪

♪ Don't know if it was planned ♪

♪ I'm trying hard
to understand ♪

♪ You heard about ♪

♪ What's happening ♪

♪ Look inside out ♪

♪ At everything ♪

Yeah, can I get a
medium meat lover's pizza

for delivery
at police headquarters?

Hey, bitch, so where ARE you?

I've texted you, like, 10 times!

Nadira?

Nadira?

Is that you?

It is about goddamned time...
Nadira, this isn't funny.

Shit!

Oh... Look what
you made me do.

- Where are we on Jessica O'Donnell?
- Nowhere.

The tech guys confirmed that the video was
uploaded and posted in the school library

- but have no way to prove who posted it.
- Oh, she did it alright.

She's just smart enough
to game the system.

She's still a kid,

and she's not that smart.
She'll slip up.

I'm having her school
records sent over to see

if we can establish
a pattern of intimidation.

What about the numbers
from Lindsay's suicide note?

You!

You dragged my daughter in here
like some kind of criminal yesterday,

and now she's gone missing and I want
to know what you're gonna do about it!

- Missing?
- You blamed her.

She was so upset, she locked herself in her
room, and when I went to look for her,

- she was gone.
- Could she be at a friend's house?

Would a friend do that?

A uniform's taking
Mrs. O'Donnell home.

They're gonna bring back
Jessica's laptop.

It looks like the photo
was posted by Jessica

from her own phone.

- Shoes.
- Two pairs. Plus the photographer,

so at least 3 people there.

Maybe there's something
in these comments.

Hey, scroll down.

- OMG, WTF, and LOL...
- Look.

Nadira. Wasn't she
Jessica's friend?

"Where are you? What's going
on? Are you at the Pit?"

But Jessica never responded. This
is a girl who lives on her phone,

texting, emailing, tweeting,

but hasn't sent anything back
in, what, 10 hours?

Nadira says they call her and her
friends the "Pit Crew." - Mm-hmm.

I heard the other kids mention it.
It's a place where they hang out.

In the woods
behind the school.

- What are you grinning about?
- Just remembering my version of The Pit...

There was this beat-up old tool shed
just outside the school grounds.

It was totally disgusting and
needed to be condemned, but...

all the fun I had in high
school was in that stupid shed.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- You don't strike me as the type.
- What type?

Well, you know... skipping,
smoking, screwing... The uzhe.

- I was totally that type.
- No, you weren't.

OK, I played Dungeons
and Dragons, so what?

Ha, ha, ha!

I remember this.

Hey. I think I found the bottle

Jessica was holding
in the photo.

I think I found her phone too.

Oh yeah. Yeah.

Alright, let's bag this and get
forensics down here for a full search.

Uh, can you...

Thanks. Wisnefski.
Hey. It's Aidan.

Uh huh... OK,
we'll be right there.

Hi, teach.

I don't... I don't understand.
I was being cooperative.

What's this about?

Jessica O'Donnell
went missing last night.

What do you know about it?

I don't know anything about
that. Why are you asking me?

We found this letter
on her computer.

Got a little handsy
with the kids, huh, Rick?

Absolutely not.

She was going to report
you to the school board.

Lotta detail in that letter.
I mean, that's a real career killer.

It isn't what you think.
Jessica brought this

to me after I flunked
her on a term paper.

A failing grade would have
jeopardized her chance

to get into AP English.

So rather than
actually doing the work,

she thought she'd
threaten me.

Are you saying she
tried to blackmail you?

Have you met her?

What did you do?

I called her bluff, I asked if she'd
really considered the ramifications

of going down this road.
She ended up backing down.

Can anyone corroborate
your story?

Talk to the principal,
Felicia Owens.

I gave her a copy
of this letter.

Do you believe him?

He sounded credible,
and she is a psychopath.

We don't know that.

Well, obviously,
the girl has issues.

- What's that?
- Print-out of Jessica's texts.

- How far back did you go?
- Um, that's just the last two weeks.

It's gonna take us
forever to get through.

- Ah, the important one's right on top.
- Jessica's BFF texted her

yesterday afternoon, asking her
to meet at the Pit at ten.

Hey, Nadira.

You and Jessica have fun
at The Pit last night?

What are you talking about?

Cut the crap. We got a
text from you to Jessica,

asking her to meet you
at The Pit at 10pm.

- Right before she disappeared.
- I never sent that.

- It came from your phone.
- Well, someone stole my phone yesterday.

I had volleyball practice,
I got back to the locker room,

it's missing.
I couldn't have texted her.

Aidan.

Well, there are no
obvious defensive wounds.

Maybe she was drugged.

- Or poisoned.
- Coroner'll pump her stomach

and run a tox screen.
We'll know soon enough.

What about the bag?

Standard issue grey hockey bag.
It's torn at the bottom, see?

I think whatever was
weighing it down spilled out.

Current flows south, so she
would have been dumped upriver.

Closer to the school.

I've got foot patrols
walking the bank.

Psychopath or not,
no one deserves this.

Jessica was queen bee,
Nadira's second in command...

Sleepy, Sneezy, Dopey in
the middle of the pack...

What? You remember
all their names?

Molly and the others
are a rung below that.

- Lindsay on the bottom.
- Good news.

Forensics found a fresh tire tread
on a dirt road near The Pit.

Bad news is, it's a common brand,
used on a whole bunch of car models,

- including mine.
- What about the bottle of vodka?

Jessica's prints were all over it,
along with two other unidentified sets.

And, the remaining vodka in the
bottle tested positive for GHB.

- The date-rape drug?
- That's right.

GHB overdoses can be lethal,
especially when combined with alcohol.

Maybe Jessica's death was
a high school prank gone wrong.

Well, we still gotta
figure out who did it.

Maybe we can get to the "who"

by following the "how."
The GHB.

We just need to trace it back to...
What?

I got liquorice in my teeth
or something?

How do you feel
about makeup and heels?

- You Kyle?
- Who're you?

Poppy. Zach's older sister.

Zach?

Yeah, he said you were
the man to talk to.

There's this club opening
on Ossington tonight.

I need some coke.

- GHB, anything.
- I don't know you.

But you know my brother.
He said you did.

Oh, come on.

I'm just in town from
Montreal for a few days,

I don't know anyone
else. Please?

Just a gram.

Alright, meet me at the
east gate in 10 minutes, OK?

You got it.

♪ I got a lesson for the
teary-eyed, don't you cry ♪

So the guy shows up

with a gram of GHB, and an ounce
of pot in addition to the coke.

- Like taking candy from a baby.
- A horny baby with a trust fund.

You want me to sit in?

Uh, not if you want him
to be able to concentrate.

Ha, ha! Yeah, I should probably...
You got this.

That bitch set me up.

Detective Wisnefski
is not a bitch,

but she did indeed set you up. And now
you're looking at some serious time,

unless you and I can come
to some kind of arrangement.

I want the names of everyone

you sold GHB to
in the last 3 months.

You joking? You think I'm gonna
hand you a bunch of other charges?

Every single person,
first name and last.

Cooperate, and
this little incident

with Detective Wisnefski
goes away.

Hold out, and I'm gonna sic the K-9
unit on your parent's basement

so fast it'll make
your head spin.

I'm sure Mom and Pop
will be real proud

to have a couple
of German Shepherds

tearing up
their son's bedroom.

Oh, and if you're feeling lucky?
Those dogs can smell a cannabis seed

inside a thermos of gasoline.

He gave her up.
Third name down.

Lindsay Croxton.

Our suicide victim.

Lindsay and I were very close.
We talked about... everything.

And when it came to drugs...
I mean, I'm a cop.

I'm not suggesting
Lindsay was using.

Then why would she
have bought GHB?

The coroner found evidence
of it in Jessica's tox screen.

It looks like someone may have
drugged her to get back at her.

And you think it was me?

- Using Lindsay's stash?
- I gotta play out all the angles, Beth.

My daughter died 3 days ago,

- and now you're accusing me of murder?
- Can you just tell me

- where you were Wednesday night?
- I was here.

Alone.

Trying to figure out how
the hell I'm gonna get on

with the rest of my life.
Convenient, huh?

Did you communicate
with anyone?

My sister.

She called around 9:30. We spoke
for an hour and a half.

OK, that's good. The phone records
should be able to prove that, no problem.

Oh, and 3 of Lindsay's
friends stopped by,

but that was earlier, about 6:30.
Three friends?

Yeah, Molly from
across the street,

Janelle Waters
and Caitlin Borysiuk.

What were they doing?

Just wanted
to take some things

for a memorial at the school.

From Lindsay's room.

I'm just gonna look
for anything out of place.

You won't find anything.

What?

That could be anything.

Contact lens solution.

It's not contact lens
solution, Beth.

Three girls they come up here,
they've got a crazy plan.

They're nervous... they've got a
bottle of vodka in their backpack

and a cop downstairs.
Trying to figure out

where they're gonna
spike this drink.

It's too dark in the woods,
too scary in the streets...

They're rushing. I mean, you
could be coming up at any time.

Hands are shaking,
Spill the GHB.

I know those girls.

Molly is a sweetheart. She's not
capable of something like that.

Sometimes when the mob
mentality takes over,

people are capable of doing things they
would never do when they're alone.

I'm sorry, Beth.

You seem like a nice girl.

Good grades...
on the track team...

You probably didn't want to have
anything to do with this.

Am I on the right track?

Take a look.

That's what a dead girl
looks like.

Now, here's how this
works, Caitlin.

If you're the first to confess,
you get the best deal.

Right now, my colleagues
are in the other room

with Janelle and Molly.

One of them is gonna crack.

And when they do, you can bet

they're gonna be
laying it all on you.

You made costumes for the school play.
You made Lindsay's dress?

- It doesn't mean she
murdered anyone.

We're just trying to find out
what happened, that's all.

Molly, did you rig Lindsay's
dress to fall off on stage?

I'm so sorry.

I cut the stitches
so the strap would fall off.

But Jessica told me to.

She said she'd let me
come out to The Pit with her.

I'm such an idiot.

She lied to me.

And then she told
Lindsay what I did.

I can't...

The look on Lindsay's face...

- Did you know about the GHB?
- Molly told me about it.

OK, look.

Maybe you got
caught up in the moment.

You didn't plan to drug
Jessica, let alone kill her.

Maybe one of the other girls
roped you into it.

Is that how it went down?

Look, I'm not trying
to get anybody in trouble.

It was just supposed
to be a prank.

Take a few pictures, so Jessica could
see how it feels for a change.

We owed it to Lindsay.

Janelle stole Nadira's phone.

We texted Jessica and
told her to wait at the Pit.

We got the GHB
from Lindsay's room,

and Caitlin poured it into
a bottle of raspberry vodka.

We left it there for Jessica.

We... we bought masks
so she wouldn't know it was us.

When we got back,
she was barely conscious.

We took her phone,
and we took some pictures...

- Then Jessica stopped breathing.
- Janelle took her phone.

- I smashed it. And we ran.
- We ran.

We ran away. We didn't
know what else to do.

We didn't know...

Three confessions.
Not one of them mentioned

moving Jessica's
body to the river.

We got Janelle to describe it in detail.
I don't think she's lying.

Why leave out the bit
about disposing the body?

Especially after you already
admit to killing someone.

Because they didn't.
Kill anyone.

That was the coroner. Official
cause of death was drowning.

- Jessica was alive when she hit the water.
- Oh, my God...

- She didn't overdose...
- Whoever moved her,

is the one who killed her.

Molly, Janelle and Caitlin
lure Jessica to the Pit,

drug her with GHB and then run away,
thinking they've accidentally killed her.

Only she's not really dead. Later, someone
comes back, moves her to the river.

- Who else knew they'd drugged her?
- Anybody who saw

- the pictures online.
- Whoever it was, they had a car.

You're 16, you and your
friends are getting revenge

on some crazy bitch who's been
terrorizing your school for months.

Someone who singled you out,

exploited your vulnerabilities
and used them to tear you down.

And then there she is,
drunk, helpless.

You're laughing.
You're posting photos online,

and then suddenly you
realize she's taking a dirt

nap right there on the
forest floor in front of ya.

You panic, you scream,
you shake her...

- She won't wake up.
- Crying, you smash her phone...

And then you run. Fast
as you can. Through the woods.

- Where do you go? You're terrified.
- You've got no one

to turn to. No boyfriends,
no older siblings...

- No support system at all.
- Who do you tell?

Molly, could you
stand up, please?

You're under arrest for the
murder of Jessica O'Donnell.

- Mom?
- What are you doing? Stop it!

- Stop it! My daughter didn't do anything.
- We believe she did, ma'am.

In fact, we believe she
planned the whole thing.

She was closest to Lindsay,

knew about her
stash of GHB...

- That doesn't prove anything!
- We also found

a partial tire track
near the scene.

- Matches the make and model of your car.
- Mom, help me!

- Let's go.
- Wait! What's going to happen to her?

She'll be charged with
second degree murder,

and in all likelihood,
the Crown Attorney will petition

- to try her as an adult.
- Mom, I am so sorry!

The duty desk can provide
you with a list of attorneys.

No, wait!

Wait!

- She didn't do this.
- We have her confession...

She didn't do it, OK?!

I did.

- Mom... what are you...?
- I did.

Tell us what happened.

I went back into the woods
and I found her.

She was just lying there.

There was no pulse.

I swear, I checked.

So I got my husband's
hockey bag out of the car.

And I weighed it down
with rocks.

Then I found a bridge...
over the river.

I didn't know what else to do.

But then, I... I could
see the bag moving.

She was alive.

I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't get down
to the water in time.

And so I got into my car.

And I drove home.

I'm so sorry, honey!
Molly tried to tell me

for months about Jessica,
about what was happening.

But I...

I just thought... I just thought
it was girls being girls...

Wait a minute.

Lindsay's numbers... we never
figured out what they meant.

With suicide, there's some
questions you just can't answer.

♪

♪ Sakura ♪

♪ Sakura ♪

♪ Cherry blossoms ♪

♪ In the sky ♪

♪ Come, come, come ♪