"I grew up in the shadow of Ashley Bryant because I lived next door to her my whole life." "But I never saw the shadow." "To me, Ashley was the sun, and to be close to her would mean to always stay warm." "Let's move!" "What?" "What?" "What?" "You know you have a thing for her." "I don't question it anymore..." "why I made Ashley my God" "There's probably some obvious psychological answer... my mom left when I was 9, blah, blah, blah." "But the earth rotates around the sun, whether it knows it or not." "Can you blame the earth for making the sun its God?" "Mmm." "It's good sauce, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "You know, I like these..." "these chunks." "So, um, Glen got me a gig out in Palm Desert this weekend... a really big contractor out there." "Yeah?" "It's gonna be kind of boring, but there is a pool at the hotel." "Okay." "Or, I mean, I..." "I could just stay here." "By yourself?" "Or, um..." "What?" "I mean, I could ask Ashley to babysit." "I doubt she would do it, but..." "She doesn't really seem like the babysitting type." "Yeah, you're right." "Forget it." "It's stupid." "Sandy..." "No." "Forget it." "I'm retarded." "Hey." "Ask her." "I'm cool with it." "You sure?" "Positive." "Okay." "Hi, Terry." "Um, it's Sandy, from next door." "Oh." "Sorry." "I don't have my contacts in." "How's your dad?" "He's good." "Oh, um, so, I was wondering..." "is Ashley home?" "Ashley, the door is for you!" "See ya." "Sandy!" "Hey." "What's up?" "Um, okay, so, my dad's going out of town this weekend, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to sleep over." "Sleep over?" "Y-yeah." "I mean, like..." "you know, like, babysit." "Oh." "Um..." "I mean, my dad would pay you." "Yeah." "No." "Um, it's just..." "it's been a while." "Oh." "O-okay." "You know, yeah, you're probably super busy, so just forget I asked." "I-I'm sorry." "Wait." "You said that your dad was going out of town?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "He's going to Palm Desert." "Oh." "Well, can Chad stay over, too?" "Sure." "Well, then, yeah." "Why not?" "Really?" "A-are you sure?" "Yeah." "Why not?" "It'll be like old times." "It'll be fun." "Okay." "Cool." "Hey, Sandy." "Hey." "Uh, do you want to come over this weekend?" "We got a panini maker." "Um, actually, I can't." "I have a friend sleeping over... you know, Ashley Bryant, the senior." "What?" "How'd that happen?" "Whatever." "I've known her for a long time, okay?" "Don't be all weird about it." "Hello?" "Hey, I'm here!" "Hey." "Are you hungry?" "'Cause my dad got all of this food." "God." "Are you trying to make me puke myself?" "No, of course not." "I'm just kidding." "I don't do that anymore." "And you shouldn't, either." "I won't." "So, Chad invited a few friends over." "Is that cool?" "Yeah." "Just a few friends, not a party." "Okay." "Hi." "Aww." "Sandy!" "Oh, my God." "I love Sandy." "Isn't she so pretty?" "She's so pretty." "Isn't she pretty, huh?" "I'd do her." "Do you remember... do you remember when I used to babysit you?" "We would make up, like, these really stupid dances." "Wait." "What was the song?" "What was the song?" "You have to help." "Um, I don't..." "I don't really remember." "No, what was the song?" "You know." "What was it?" "It was "bump it"!" "It was "bump it."" "It went... ♪ Dun, dun, dun, dun" "♪ bump it, whoo, bump it, whoo ♪" "Do it!" "You have to do it!" "♪ Bump it, bump it" "♪ whoo" "I love Sandy." "So embarrassing." "Oh." "Okay." "Whose house is this?" "Hi, there." "What's the trouble?" "We got a noise complaint." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "We'll totally turn it down." "What's your name, miss?" "It's Ashley." "What's yours?" "Ashley, we're gonna have to write y'all up for underage drinking." "Come on." "It's Friday night." "We're seniors." "Don't you have anything better to do?" "Is there anything I can do?" "Okay." "Everyone out!" "Come on." "We're shutting it down." "Let's go!" "Everyone, up now!" "Sorry." "I tried." "Have a good night." "Well, that sucks." "Sorry." "What's wrong?" "I am gonna be in so much trouble." "Why?" "Your dad is not gonna find out." "Yeah." "It must have been one of our neighbors who called, or maybe your mom?" "No." "My mom spends the night at Larry's on Friday night." "It's not even that dirty in here." "I mean, we'll just pick up the bottles and then do the rest in the morning." "Okay." "I'll help you in a second, okay?" "I got it!" "Surprise." "Oh, my God, what..." "what are you doing here?" "Oh, you know," "I heard there was a party and I figured you'd be here." "Cat got your tongue?" "I don't even know what to say." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm really surprised." "Hi, there." "Could you..." "could you give us a second?" "Okay." "How you doing?" "You don't need to say anything." "Just come here." "I have a boyfriend." "Yeah, I didn't say anything about all that." "I just want a hug." "Come on." "Just a little hug." "Look at you." "I missed you." "I can't." "Two years, and I thought about you every single day." "Please stop." "Beautiful tits, tight little ass." "Okay." "Jesus." "Really fucking romantic." "What?" "I forgot what a pig you are." "Calm down and come back." "I... just calm down and come back." "I am so embarrassed that I ever hooked up with you." "Why you being so cold?" "You know where I've been." "Right?" "I'm just saying, I thought about you every single day, every day, sometimes twice." "Oh, God." "You know what?" "That's it." "You just really... you should..." "you should go." "Why you doing me like this?" "Why am I doing you like... what, are you some big black guy now?" "Look, I just came to chill." "Why you got to give me attitude?" "Because I told you, I have a boyfriend." "Yeah, you said that." "See, but I'm wondering, would he take the heat for you?" "What are you talking about?" "Oh, I think you owe me." "I think that's bullshit." "Yeah, well, you believe whatever you want." "When I got popped, the cops knew about Bakersfield, the bus, see, all that shit." "But I didn't bring you into it, so I guess they decided to let it go." "You are such a fucking liar." "Why would the cops care about a 15-year-old girl?" "Get the fuck out of here before my boyfriend gets here and beats your ass." "Yeah, that's gonna happen, you stupid trick." "Hey." "Who was that?" "No one." "Just, uh..." "just a guy I used to know." "But he's..." "he's kind of a stalker, so just don't tell Chad, okay?" "I won't." "Thanks, Sandy." "Oh, my God." "I know, right?" "No." "The one cop was kind of cute, right?" "Oh, please." "Chad would kill me." "Uh, hang on." "I have to take this." "Do you care if I just help you in the morning?" "Um, yeah, it's no problem." "I'll just do it." "You're the best." "Oh, my God." "What was jocelyn thinking?" "Um, hi." "Ashley's on the phone." "Oh, that's cool." "I just came to say hey." "Do you want me to go get her?" "No, I meant to you." "Oh." "Hey." "Hey." "I'm Justin." "Sandy." "Care to come outside for a bit?" "Oh." "Um, I..." "I don't bite." "I know." "I just, you know, have, like, dishes and cleaning and stuff." "Well, I could give you a hand if you want." "That's okay." "So, wait." "What... do you live..." "do you live around here?" "Yeah, I'm staying at my mom's place on lameda." "Oh." "Cool." "We're neighbors." "You got any beers left, neighbor?" "Yeah." "What do you say you run inside and bring me one out?" "Okay." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Where you going?" "Stay out here for a minute." "Okay." "Now, that's better." "Sandy, right?" "Yeah." "I'm Justin." "I know." "You just told me." "Well, I guess I can't get nothing past you, can I?" "Um, how do you..." "how do you know Ashley?" "Oh, Ashley and I..." "we're old friends." "Not from high school." "You're too old." "Too old, huh?" "That's harsh." "You know, I went to Bannerton." "You did?" "When?" "How old are you?" "Oh, don't worry about how old I am." "How old are you?" "How old do you think I am?" "16?" "17?" "I'm 14, but my birthday is in two weeks." "Well, Happy Birthday." "No?" "You're cute." "You know that?" "No, I'm not." "You see, that's one thing you got to learn in life, is how to take a compliment." "You just say "thank you."" "What do you say we, uh..." "we try that one more time?" "You're cute." "You know that, Sandy?" "Thank you." "Come here." "Let me look at you." "There we go." "You know who you look like?" "Who?" "You know that girl from, uh, "Charlie's Angels,"" "the, uh, one when, uh..." "Carmen Diaz." "Cameron Diaz." "Cameron Diaz." "That's it." "I wish I looked like Ashley." "Oh, no, you're much cuter than Ashley." "Let me have a sip." "Cold?" "Yeah." "A little bit." "Come here." "I'll warm you up." "So, um, how come I've never seen you at Ashley's house before?" "Oh, I was up north for a little bit." "Just got home." "I have family up near Stockton." "Like around there?" "Yeah, right around there." "So, what's up?" "You got a... a boyfriend?" "No." "Why is that?" "I don't know." "I guess it's just my lucky day, then, huh?" "You want to know a secret?" "What?" "I didn't come here to see Ashley." "I came here to see you." "Liar." "You never even saw me before." "Oh, I've seen you before." "I don't believe you." "You believe me now?" "What the fuck?" "!" "Sandy, get over here." "You don't need to go anywhere." "It's all right." "She is 14." "We're just getting to know each other." "You need to relax." "I'm sorry." "Get inside." "Get out of here!" "Sandy, what were you thinking?" "!" "I don't know!" "I don't know." "He just showed up." "It's not my fault!" "Excuse me." "I told you to leave." "What is your problem?" "Hell, you're the one with the problem." "Sandy and I were just having a little fun." "Oh, really?" "Not anymore." "Why?" "You jealous?" "Shut up." "You need to leave." "We're going to bed." "This is Sandy's house, right?" "You ain't the boss." "Sandy, come here." "Get out of here, or I'm calling the cops." "You don't even want to joke about that." "I'm not joking." "I don't think your parole officer would like to hear you're raping little girls." "Shut the fuck up!" "I'm calling the police." "I don't think so." "Let go of me." "Let go of me!" "Sandy!" "Sandy, help me!" "Get off of her!" "Unh!" "Ashley?" "Sandy." "Ugh!" "You fucking cunt." "Ashley, he's getting up." "Do something." "He's getting up." "I'm gonna fucking kill you." "Give it to me." "Unh!" "Holy shit." "I think he's really hurt, like..." "like bad." "I mean, is he... is he okay?" "He's not moving." "He's not moving." "But, um, we should..." "we should, um... we should call the police." "We should check his pulse." "No, we should check his pulse." "I don't know where I'm supposed to look at." "I don't know what..." "I don't know where..." "I don't know where it's..." "I don't know where it's supposed to be." "I don't know." "Check the neck." "Okay." "Okay, um..." "Sandy, I don't feel anything." "I don't feel anything." "Oh, my God." "He's dead, isn't he?" "No, I don't know." "I don't know." "I don't know." "Maybe." "He's dead!" "He's..." "He's dead." "We..." "we need to call the police." "No, no, no, no, no." "Ashley, if he's dead, we need to call 911." "It's an emergency." "We need to call 911!" "This is an emergency!" "He's dead!" "He's dead!" "Calm down!" "Please!" "Sandy?" "Please open the door." "Please?" "Sandy, please open the door." "You're my only friend right now." "I really, really need to talk to you right now." "Please open the door." "Sandy?" "Please." "It's gonna be okay." "It's gonna be okay, okay?" "I promise." "It's okay." "You understand why we can't call the police?" "No." "Not really." "Think about it." "I mean, we could go to jail." "Well, maybe..." "can we call my dad or... or even Chad, just to help us think?" "That's retarded." "Chad is the last person that can ever know about this." "Why?" "That guy... we used to hook up." "So?" "So, I was with Chad already." "I cheated on him." "If Chad finds out..." "His dad has a lot of connections in the fashion business, and he's gonna help me when I get out of school." "If this got out..." "It would be over." "Right." "I-I understand that, but..." "Sandy, Justin was gross." "No one is gonna miss him." "Do you know where he's been the last two years?" "Up near Stockton." "In Folsom..." "'Cause he's a drug dealer." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay?" "We need a plan." "Okay." "We used to go camping near here." "Can you see my mom camping?" "No." "It was a long time ago, when they were still married." "We never do shit like that anymore." "Neither do we." "Maybe after this..." "We can do something fun..." "Like go to the beach." "Yeah." "Let's do that." "Fuck." "It's getting light out." "Hey." "It's gonna be okay." "I know." "Let's just hurry." "Ashley, Ashley, what if somebody comes?" "No one's gonna come, Sandy." "We're in the middle of nowhere." "Just pull." "Okay." "Let's roll him down." "One, two, three." "Okay." "Okay." "Let's go." "I'm so tired." "We need to shower." "Why?" "You know, because we're, like, covered in DNA and stuff." "Okay, um..." "You can go first, I guess." "I don't want to be alone." "Will you come with me?" "Yeah." "What?" "You've seen it all before." "Will you take off my necklace?" "Thank you." "Do you think that we would ever go to jail if we were caught?" "I don't know." "We're not getting caught." "How do you know?" "It's just something I know." "It's like I'm meant for something better..." "Better than the valley, our shitty house, and... my mom and her stupid boyfriends." "Of course you are." "I know I sound conceited, but I really..." "I believe it." "I'm special." "I believe it, too." "There's something I never told anyone before, not even Chad, 'cause it's so embarrassing." "My dad didn't just leave." "I mean, he did, but he didn't just move to Florida." "He went to the federal prison there." "He was doing something, moving drugs and vans across the country, and..." "I don't know." "Wow." "Do you know when he gets out?" "Oh, he's out." "He stayed in Florida." "Oh." "Do you think it's weird that I told you that?" "No." "No, you... you can tell me anything." "You're not going to jail." "I know..." "'Cause we're never gonna tell anyone what happened tonight." "I know." "We're gonna be special friends now." "I'm gonna tell you everything, and you're gonna tell me everything, and no one else." "Yeah." "Everything's gonna be okay." "I know it." "I know, too." "You're sweet." "Good night, Sandy." "Sandy." "Sandy, wake up!" "Wake up!" "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Nothing's wrong." "It's just a normal day." "We're gonna eat breakfast, go to the mall, and then do our homework." "So, get up." "Okay." "Dad!" "Oh!" "Hey!" "How was the weekend, huh?" "Fine." "Yeah, we, uh..." "we went to the mall, we did our homework, and I got earrings." "Right on." "Yeah." "Hey." "How was..." "how was your weekend?" "Um, uh, good." "Yeah." "Everything go okay here?" "Yeah, it was fine." "It was boring." "Well, thanks." "I, you know, appreciate it." "Mm-hmm." "Oh, yeah." "Right." "Easy come, easy go." "Thank you." "Well, it was fun." "We should do it again sometime." "Yeah." "All right." "Bye." "So, you hungry, huh?" "The hut?" "Yeah, well, we... we had pizza yesterday." "Oh, you did?" "Uh, how about Mexican?" "I could dog a burrito." "Sure." "So, uh, what else you guys do around here besides have pizza, huh?" "Uh, nothing." "We kind of did nothing." "No?" "You maybe have a party?" "No." "No." "Who... who said that?" "Oh, no one had to say it." "I could tell." "This place is way too clean." "I'm s-so sorry, dad, okay?" "I know I should have told them no, but I didn't." "Sandy, it's not a big deal, okay?" "It's what I get for leaving you with a teenager." "It's my bad." "Really?" "Seriously." "I am way too tired to even care right now." "You're a good kid, all right?" "Okay?" "I trust you." "It wasn't a big party or nothing." "Nothing bad happened." "Nice job." "Nice job, Brittany." "Good hustle, good hustle!" "Come on." "I hate exercise." "Why do we have to do it?" "I don't know." "Excuse me." "Laurel?" "We were just wondering... do you and Sandy eat each other's pussies?" "Ew." "No." "That's... that's gross." "So, what if we do?" "Ew!" "I knew it." "Laurel, shut up!" "We don't." "Hello?" "Oh." "Hi." "I just rang your bell." "My name is Jay." "Hi." "I'm Sandy." "I think I know you from somewhere." "You go to Bannerton?" "Yeah." "I'm a freshman." "Cool." "I'm a sophomore." "Bannerton sucks, right?" "Yeah." "Totally." "Um, what's up?" "Oh, well, this is kind of weird, but we live a few blocks over, and my brother hasn't been home in a few days." "Oh." "Wow." "I'm sure it's nothing, but, you know, my mom... she just wanted me to come ask around." "Yeah, of course." "So, um..." "Well, here's a picture." "I haven't seen him." "Sorry." "Oh." "You sure?" "You guys look different." "He's only my half-brother, but, um, the thing is, his car is out front here, and my mom saw it." "So she wanted me to come and ask around." "Um, I don't..." "I don't..." "I don't know." "I mean, I've never really noticed it before." "That's cool." "I just had to ask." "Have you talked to anyone else yet?" "These people here, the girl and her mom, but no one knows anything." "That's Ashley Bryant." "She goes to our school." "I know." "My friend likes her." "She's hot." "Oh." "But not as hot as everyone says." "I like brown hair way better." "Right." "Well, anyway..." "Yeah, um, good luck." "I hope everything's okay." "Thanks." "See you around?" "Okay." "Oh, hey, Sandy." "She's downstairs." "Thanks." "Let me call you back." "Hey, uh, did you, uh, talk to that Spanish boy?" "Yeah." "So sad." "I know." "Wait." "Um, how's your father?" "He still seeing that lady, the, uh, dental hygienist?" "No, they broke up." "Oh." "Well..." "Oh, my gosh." "You scared me." "What are you doing here?" "Um, nothing." "I just..." "I haven't seen you in a while." "Um, it's been two days." "Did you need to tell me something?" "Yeah, well, I-I talked to the brother." "Me too." "Tell me exactly what you said." "Um, just that I hadn't seen him or the car before." "What else?" "Nothing." "I mean, we said that we both knew you from school, and his friend likes you." "What, you talked about me?" "No." "I mean... well, yeah." "I just said that you were my friend." "Sandy, you have to be smart." "No one can know that we're friends." "Oh." "Oh, 'cause I..." "I thought that... you know what?" "Never mind." "It's fine." "What are you doing?" "Getting rid of some stuff, trying to forget that I ever knew him." "Can I see that?" "Wow." "You look so young." "Told you he was a perv." "Give it back." "You really don't think that his brother ever knew about you guys?" "No." "It was always a secret." "I told him I'd never even seen him before, and he believed me." "Yeah." "Me too." "I can't believe it." "He was my first." "You know?" "Are you sad?" "No." "I'm just such a fucktard." "Why?" "Because I forgot about the car." "'Cause he didn't have one when we were together." "How ghetto is that?" "Pretty ghetto, I guess." "What are we gonna do?" "Well, I was thinking, if we move the car, it'll seem like he's okay, like he just went somewhere." "How are we gonna move it?" "We have to get the key." "What?" "Okay, it must be in his pocket because we cleaned every inch of the house, and we didn't see a key." "I don't understand." "Do you mean, like, go back to him?" "Yeah." "And, like..." "like, touch him?" "Yes." "Ashley, I can't do that." "You can do it." "Yes, you can." "You can't make me do that." "Please don't make me." "Sandy..." "please." "I... we have to." "No." "I can't!" "I'm not doing that!" "Sandy, stop being such a baby!" "Sorry." "Sandy, I'm sorry." "Just, please?" "I really need your help right now." "Are you with me?" "Okay, then I'll take my mom's car after she goes to bed, and when we get back, we'll move his car close by because we want them to find it." "Right." "Well, you should go before your dad gets home." "Okay." "Oh, and will you throw this at your place?" "My mom totally goes through my stuff." "Sure." "Thanks, Sandy." "Are you sure that this is the right place?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "I think so." "Looks familiar." "I can't see anything." "Shit." "I'm really scared." "Okay?" "I don't like it here." "Can we just go home?" "No." "What if the body's gone?" "God." "Jesus, Sandy, will you stop?" "You're freaking me out." "Did you hear that?" "Maybe we should just go home, then, 'cause I don't like it here, I'm scared, and..." "No!" "Oh, my God." "There it is." "There it is." "Okay." "Watch." "Oh, my God." "Okay." "Come on." "Help me unwrap him." "Oh, God." "Oh, my God." "Sandy, come down here!" "Okay." "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Ew." "Ew." "Ew." "I'll check this side first." "Where's your flashlight?" "Hurry." "It's not in this one." "Oh, God." "Shine the flashlight." "It smells!" "Check his pockets." "Do you hear something?" "What?" "Did you hear that?" "Oh, my God." "That's a car." "Somebody's coming." "Okay, get down." "Get down." "Get down." "Okay, let's just find this." "Oh, my God, this is so..." "Oh, God." "Where is it?" "That's not it." "Anything in his pockets?" "Wait." "I got it." "I got it." "I got it." "I found it." "I got it." "Okay." "Okay." "Let's go." "Um... oh, my God." "Ashley, wait." "So, your birthday's coming up, hmm?" "Yep." "Want to have your party here?" "Whatever." "Hello?" "Yeah." "She's sitting right here." "It's Ashley." "Um, I'll take it in my room." "Dad, hang up the phone!" "Hey." "Hey." "Listen, I have awesome news." "Chad's parents are going away for the weekend, and he's throwing an awesome pool party, and you're invited." "What?" "Why?" "What do you mean "why?" Because we're friends." "Oh." "I thought you said that..." "Sandy, are you coming or not?" "Yeah." "Yeah, totally." "Okay." "That's what I wanted to hear." "Hey." "Hey." "Uh, thanks for giving me a ride." "Whatever." "I had to pick Ash up, anyway." "What's up?" "Shotgun." "Hey." "Hey." "Well?" "Sorry." "No problem." "You ready?" "I'm so excited." "I'm so excited." "Are you excited?" "You better be." "Let's go." "Ah, shit." "What's up?" "Are you guys coming?" "Just go, and we'll be there in a second." "All right." "Chad lives all the way out here?" "Um, no." "This is just his beach house." "It's nice, isn't it?" "It's really nice." "You understand now why I can't tell him." "Yeah, I get it." "I know." "Wait." "Um... do I look okay?" "There." "Are people gonna think it's weird that I'm here?" "No." "'Cause you're with me." "Ooh!" "Let's go, Sandy!" "You ready?" "Hello." "Gosh, Lacey, nice suit." "Hey, Ashley." "What up, ladies?" "Hi." "Oh!" "Looks impressive." "Oh, Huff, you remember Sandy." "Jailbait." "What's up?" "Nothing." "Do you want to go sit down?" "Yeah." "Sandy?" "Hmm?" "What are you doing?" "Take off your dress." "Lay down." "Uh, that's okay." "I-I'm sort of cold." "It's like 90 degrees out." "You're gonna get a weird farmer's tan." "I don't care." "But I want to see your suit." "Ow!" "Ow!" "Oh, my God, we're twins!" "Yeah, except I look retarded." "No, you don't." "You look fine." "Hang on." "I'll be right back." "What?" "W-where are you going?" "So, uh, who wants to go in the pool?" "I don't know." "I think Sandy does." "No." "No, I actually don't." "Stop!" "Come on." "I don't want to go in the pool!" "Get used to it." "One, two, three!" "Cannonball!" "That's my boyfriend!" "Yeah!" "You can do it, babe." "Yeah!" "Ohh, we lost!" "Beer, Sandy!" "Go get us a beer." "Okay." "Okay." "Hey, look, I know her." "I wish I was skinny like that." "Yo." "Come here." "Hey." "It's weird seeing you here." "Yeah, I didn't know that you knew Chad Johnson." " Well, yeah, you know?" " Come on, dude." "I got us in 'cause my brother's on the football team." "Why you got to act stupid?" "Get out of here." "Come on." "Let's go." "So, you want to sit down?" "Um, I'm supposed to be getting my friend a beer." "I don't bite." "I know." "So, what's up?" "Um, n-nothing." "What's up with you?" "Well, you know that thing with my brother?" "They found his car." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, but we still don't know where he is." "That sucks." "Sorry." "I don't mean to be all depressing." "Oh, no, it's okay." "So, like, I can hit you up on Facebook?" "No, I'm not on Facebook." "I know that's retarded, but..." "How can I hit you up?" "Oh." "Um..." "I don't know." "I guess you could just call me." "Cool." "Yo, Ray, can you give me a pen?" "Boy getting the digits." "So, is your mom gonna freak?" "No." "My mom's not with us." "Sandy?" "What happened to our beers?" "I'm sorry." "Hey, Ashley Bryant." "I'll get you a beer." "That's really sweet." "Um, Sandy, can you please come here and rub lotion on my back?" "I'm burning up." "Yeah." "What the fuck are you doing?" "Nothing." "Then why is he here with like 17 Mexicans?" "I don't know." "I didn't invite them." "You have to rub it in evenly." "Here." "Just do it." "Look, his friend's brother's on the football team or something, and that's how they found out about it." "I didn't tell him." "I promise." "Okay." "Relax." "It's not a big deal." "Just blow him off." "But what do I say?" "What if he gets mad at me?" "God, you are so needy." "That is so unattractive." "And by the way, guys don't like it, either." "I'm not." "I just..." "I don't want to be rude." "Well, I'm just letting you know how it sounds..." "So desperate." "Here." "Help me." "Just go wash your face and then come back and be like," ""see you later, guys."" "Watch." "Like this." "See you later, guys." "Hey, Ashley, you're not the boss of me." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "We're not gonna have this conversation here." "Well, then I want to go home." "Well, then go call your dad because Caitlan isn't gonna drive you home." "I'll take her." "Don't encourage her." "It's fine, all right?" "Fine." "So, what's up?" "Everything cool?" "Yeah." "What happened?" "Was one of my friends a dick?" "No, it's not that." "It's... whatever." "I don't care." "You guys are like my sisters." "You bitch out, but you like each other." "Do you like me, Chad?" "Yeah, you're a cool chick." "Thanks." "You're cool, too." "Thanks." "I mean it." "Awesome." "We should hang out sometime." "Yeah, that's probably not gonna happen." "Sorry." "See you around." "Stupid!" "Sandy, what's wrong?" "Nothing!" "Just leave me alone!" "What?" "It's me." "Can I come in?" "Yeah." "Are you okay?" "Yep." "Have you been crying?" "No." "Sandy, I'm sorry about today." "I was a bitch." "Yeah, whatever." "Just, I don't think that you should be hanging out with Jay." "It's too weird." "Ashley, you don't understand." "I think he really likes me." "And I really like him." "I know." "But a lot of other guys are gonna like you." "Nobody likes me." "My whole class totally thinks that I'm queer." "That's not gonna be forever." "You're hot, just like your mom." "You remember her?" "Of course." "And you thought she was hot?" "I mean, in a mom way, but still." "You look like her." "I do?" "Yeah, and you are hot, and tons of boys are gonna want to fuck you." "But you have to promise me right now that you will stop hanging out with Jay." "Okay." "Promise." "Okay." "I got you something for your birthday, and I want to give it to you now." "I got it at this really cool store on Robertson, and I thought of you when I saw it." "Oh, my God." "I-I love it." "You can be honest with me." "You can really tell me if you don't like it." "No." "No." "No." "I love it." "Okay, good." "Can you put it on me?" "Yes." "Of course." "How does it look?" "You look hot." "Come here, slut." "Oh!" "I'm gonna tell you everything, and you can tell me everything." "We're gonna be special friends now." "And no one else." "I believe it." "I'm special." "I believe it, too." "Sandy, get the door!" "Detective Lopez, LAPD." "Is your mom or dad home?" "No." "All right." "Well, maybe you can help me." "Okay." "I'm investigating a homicide." "Oh, my God." "He... he was murdered?" "You know him?" "No!" "No, but I-I saw his car here last week." "How'd you know it was his car?" "Well, a boy came and asked about it... his brother, I guess." "And, uh, he handed out that flyer, but... and the next day, the car was gone." "Probably scared someone into moving it." "Were you home the night of Friday the 7th?" "Why?" "I'll ask all the questions, if you don't mind." "Were you at home the night of Friday the 7th?" "Um, yeah." "Yeah, I think so." "Remember anything special about that night, maybe a party in the neighborhood, shouting on the street, anything like that?" "No." "No, I-I don't think so." "You ever see Justin before on your street?" "Nope." "Did you ever see him or anyone else driving the car, the gray Ford, is it?" "Sorry." "Okay." "Well, that's it." "Um, I want you to give me a call if you think of something, okay?" "Hello?" "Hey." "It's Sandy." "They found him." "Hang on, you guys." "Fuck." "Yeah." "A detective just came to my house." "He asked about a party, but I don't..." "I don't think he knew anything." "Just... it's gonna be okay." "Babe, who is that?" "I can't talk right now." "I'll call you later." "Okay." "Sandy." "She's, like, stalking me." "She's such a freak." "Yeah." "You're too nice, babe." "I know." "Hey, bitches." "It's Ashley." "You know what to do" "Hey." "It's Sandy." "Um, I never heard back from you." "I just need to talk." "I'm really scared." "But, I mean, I'm fine." "Um, I don't mean to sound needy or whatever, but just call me back, okay?" "Uh, thanks." "Bye." "Hello?" "Hi." "It's Sandy." "Oh, hey." "You heard?" "Yeah." "What happened?" "They found his body out in the country somewhere." "That's..." "that's terrible." "Do you know who did it?" "Not yet." "That's so sad." "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "It's not your fault." "Do you get to stay home from school?" "Yeah." "At least until Monday." "I have to help my mom get ready for the funeral." "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Whatever." "Okay, well," "I just wanted to say hi." "Um, I'll leave you alone now." "Wait." "I'll see you later?" "Bye." "...two, three, four." "All right, then left." "Stretch those arms." "Hey, Laurel." "Hey." "Um, so, my... my dad is having this little party thing for me on Sunday." "Anyway, I was..." "I was wondering if you wanted to go." "You want me there?" "Yeah." "I do." "Then I'd be honored." "Stop talking." "Come on." "Oh, my gosh." "You're having a party, Sandy?" "Can I come?" "Pretty please?" "Fuck off, Skyler." "You're not invited to Sandy's party." "Skyler, let's go." "That's right, and..." "Hope we got enough stuff." "I only have like two friends." "That's all right." "I invited a few people." "Hey." "Who's that?" "Hey." "It's fine." "I know him." "Hey." "Hey." "Is this weird?" "No." "No, my dad's just, you know..." "I had to get out of the house." "I don't want to get you in trouble." "I'm not in trouble." "Um... come here." "Hey, dad." "This is my friend Jay." "What's up, bro?" "Nice to meet you, sir." "Is it okay if we go for a walk just around the neighborhood?" "Be back soon, okay?" "Okay." "All right." "Take a sip?" "You don't drink, huh?" "Yeah." "I do sometimes." "When I was 10, my brother gave me half of his 40." "I finished it, and then I puked all over his friend's car." "He was pissed." "How was the funeral?" "Okay." "My mom is real freaked out." "And my uncles are all at the house, getting drunk, talking shit." "I wish..." "What?" "I wish he weren't dead." "Yeah." "What about you?" "You know anyone who died?" "No, not really." "I mean... my grandpa, but he was really old." "I thought your mom died." "No." "She just went crazy." "We don't really know where she is." "I mean, when she left, I know that she moved to Oregon, but she stopped calling after a while." "That sucks." "That's worse than being dead." "No." "Um, she could come back." "Whatever." "My brother was just a little punk, always looking for trouble." "People said he was gonna end up dead for the shit he was doing, and they were right." "That's not true." "It's okay." "I mean, that's the way it is." "Some people are assholes." "You don't mean that." "I do mean it." "He was a fucking asshole, and now he's dead." "Stop saying that!" "That's not true!" "How would you know?" "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "You've never kissed anyone before, huh?" "Yeah, I have." "It's okay if you haven't." "You're really cute." "I'm sorry." "This is so gay." "Oh, it's okay." "I should probably go home, anyways, with my dad." "Yeah, me too." "I'm sorry about your brother." "It's okay." "M-maybe they'll catch the guy soon." "If they do, I'll kick his ass." "Yeah." "Hey!" "Do you want to come to my birthday party tomorrow?" "I mean, it's not a big deal if you don't." "I'll be there." "What, mom?" "It's me." "Oh, hey." "What's up?" "Nothing." "I just thought we could chill." "Oh, uh, Caitlin's cousin got her plus-two on the list at French." "Oh, okay." "Can I come?" "Actually, Chad's coming." "Sorry." "Oh." "Okay." "Maybe next week." "We never really just, like, hang out, you know?" "I miss you." "Are you drunk?" "Yeah, a little bit." "Do you want some?" "Oh, what is this?" "It's awful." "I don't know." "I like it." "I feel good." "Yeah, it feels good now, but soon your head's gonna be over a toilet." "Bullshit." "Listen, I need to get dressed." "Okay." "I'll help you." "I've seen it all before." "Okay." "So, where did you get the booze from?" "From my dad." "You stole alcohol from your dad and then just got drunk by yourself?" "Yeah." "Hmm." "And then what?" "Tell me a story." "No." "Well, then tell me about your first kiss." "What?" "No." "Sandy..." "Come on." "Was it with Chad?" "No." "It was in the sixth grade." "When did you lose your virginity, then?" "Sandy, why are you asking me all this shit?" "Because we're friends, and I want to know everything about you." "Give me another sip." "Okay." "I was 15." "He was 22 or 23, and for our first time, he got us a hotel room." "I thought it was, like, so romantic, but now I realize it was, what, $59 a night?" "Whatever." "Anyway." "Everyone says it's always supposed to hurt your first time..." "But I liked it." "I guess I was just a natural." "Plus, I was sneaking around, lying to my mom, to Chad." "It was fun." "So, you liked him." "Well, I guess he was the first man I was ever with." "I mean, I had been with guys in school." "Justin was a grown-up." "He was aggressive and stalker-ish." "I guess that kind of turned me on." "Plus, he had money, at least compared to me." "He bought me this little cellphone he would call me on so my mom wouldn't find out." "I thought that was, like, big pimpin'." "What an idiot." "Anyways, I liked him for a while." "Then I got to know him, and he just got annoying." "Like me?" "Shut up." "I thought he was cute, too." "Yeah." "He was sexy." "I'll give him that much." "He was my first kiss." "Okay." "That's weird." "I think that I want to have sex, too." "Will you tell me, like, what all the best positions are?" "Jesus." "Sandy!" "What?" "You are creeping me out." "Why?" "'Cause you're being a perv." "I'm sorry." "I'm just drunk." "Yeah, drunk and horny from your little boozefest." "No, I'm not." "I can so tell." "I'm not horny." "You are so horny." "No, I'm not!" "You are so horny." "Stop!" "I'm not." "You're horny!" "No, I'm not." "You're a little slut!" "You're a slut." "Sandy?" "Sorry." "I was just kidding." "You should probably go." "Caitlin will be here soon." "What?" "I don't want to go." "Yeah, well, I really just want to get dressed alone." "But why?" "Why?" "Because I think you have the wrong idea about us." "No." "You said we were gonna be friends." "Yeah, well, I don't do that with my friends." "You said we were gonna be special friends and tell each other everything." "So?" "So, you don't think of me like Caitlin or Taylor or any of your real friends." "Um, no shit." "So, you're a liar!" "Yeah, well, at least I'm not a freak." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Come on." "You think I don't know that you spy on me?" "Ew!" "No wonder you don't have any friends." "Yeah, well, you're a liar..." "And a murderer, and you only pretended to like me so that I didn't tell anyone what happened." "You better shut your mouth." "You're happy he's dead." "Shut the fuck up." "No." "It's true." "So that Chad never finds out that you're ghetto, just like you're mom, and so that nothing messes up your stupid modeling career." "You are crazy!" "Yeah?" "Well, guess what." "You're too old to be a model!" "I want to be a designer, you fucktard!" "Sandy, you in here?" "Aw, geez." "Oh, come on." "I am so sorry." "It's okay." "I'm so bad." "Let's get you up." "Let's get you in bed." "It's gonna be all right." "I threw up." "It's okay." "Come on." "Careful." "I'm not really the guy to lecture you about partying." "Just, like... don't do it too much, you know?" "I wish your mom was here." "I mean, not really because she would make everything worse, but..." "Is there something you want to tell me?" "I fucked up." "No." "What are you talking about?" "I fucked up, and there's nothing I can do about it." "You can do anything." "You're young." "You're smart." "I'm retarded, and I'm old." "I'm turning 15 tomorrow." "It's gonna be okay." "Just go to bed." "I love you." "Ugh." "How you doing, birthday girl?" "A bouncy house?" "Really?" "Nothing's too good for my baby!" "Don't." "It says "awesome!"" "Yes!" "Go on." "Give it a shot." "Get in there." "Do some bouncing." "Here." "Thanks." "You, uh, having fun at the party?" "Yeah." "Hey, um, I'll be right back." "Hey." "Hey." "So, Happy Birthday, right?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "I didn't bring you anything." "That's okay." "So, what's up?" "You okay?" "I need to talk to you." "About what?" "Um, just come inside with me for a second, okay?" "Okay." "Your room is so girly." "Yeah, it's lame." "I never had my own room." "I'm sorry." "For what?" "For everything." "I messed up a lot." "What are you talking about?" "What was that for?" "Because I wanted to, before everything changes." "You're a cool girl, Sandy." "I like you." "You can relax." "No, I can't." "I'm the worst." "I suck." "Why you saying that?" "There's... there's something that I need to show you." "What are you talking about?" "I really, really don't want to." "You're freaking me out." "What is it, already?" "What's this?" "They used to date, when she was 15, and it was a secret." "He came over after we had a party, and... and I went outside just to give him a beer, but then he kissed me." "And then she came out, and she saw, and they started fighting, and then I had to hit him, and she hit him and... and it just happened." "What the fuck?" "I can't believe this shit." "Oh, there's the birthday girl." "I'll be right back." "Sandy, Sandy, where did you go?" "Oh, whatever." "I just..." "I wanted to say I'm sorry about last night." "I... it got hectic, and I didn't mean anything, and I'm sure that you didn't mean anything by it." "Right?" "Sandy." "I told him." "What?" "No." "Where... where do you think you're going?" "What... what did you... where..." "what did you tell him?" "I told him the truth, okay?" "I don't want to lie anymore." "Okay." "And what did he say?" "Nothing." "Well, is he gonna call the police?" "I don't know." "How can you do this to me?" "I thought you were my friend." "How...?" "We're not friends." "But you're gonna be fine, because you're pretty and you always get your way." "What's going on?" "Who's that guy you were talking to?" "Just a friend." "Are you guys hooking up?" "Not anymore." "You want to go in the moonwalk?" "Sure." "We are not done talking about this." "You need to tell me exactly what he said." "Sandy." "Sandy!" "Sandy!" "Get out here right now!" "We need to talk." "Sandy." "Do... do not ignore me." "Please get over here!" "Sandy... wait." "Chad, could you leave me the fuck alone for a second, please?" "Sandy!" "Chad, leave me the fuck alone!" "Sandy, get over here, please!" "You cannot do this to me!" "Sandy, don't do this, please!" "Sandy!" "And in that moment, the shadow of Ashley Bryant passed over me and I stood in real sunlight for the first time." "And it was warm and beautiful, but also terrifying." "I know now I can't blame Ashley for everything." "I chose to worship her." "If she used me, it was because I offered myself up to be used." "Anyway, the future was scary, obviously, but somehow, for some unknown reason, I was okay." "In that moment, I was free." "You just watched a low-budget movie." "The makers of this didn't make loads of money for their work." "If you liked it, you probably agree they deserve to get paid." "So... buy it!"