[serene music]
[church bell ringing]
In my planet, the women are barren.
I traveled secretly...
across the depths of space, assuming human form...
so I'd may came to know earthly women...
and repopulate my desolated planet.
I wish for you to know my true name. Xunobulax.
Xunobulax?
Yeah.
Our race makes love just once.
We put all our cosmic energy into that one explosive... act...
and then, like your terrestrial mayfly...
we die of a sweet early content.
I want to make love to you in the manner of my people.
I want it to be my last act.
Keep that up, Rod, and it will be your last act.
I can't return home without accomplishing my mission.
I said stop!
- I want my first time to be with you. - And so do I.
Cool, I understand. Please, Stacy.
What the fuck is this?
Hold on.
Ben! Get your ass over here!
Mark, is that you in there?
This isn't funny!
What the hell...
Rod!
[screams]
[slashing]
No! Rod!
[groans]
[in a shaky voice] Stacy...
[coughing]
[crying] Stacy....
Stacy!
[coughs]
Stacy!
No! Rod!
Oh, my God!
[screams]
[slashing]
[scary intense music]
[panting and moaning]
Mmm...
I was supposed to be home 15 minutes ago.
Sixth graders can stay out later than you can.
[moaning] [heavy breathing]
No, baby, come on...
No, no, no, no...
No.
Mmm...Stop.
Doesn't it ever bother you you could die a virgin?
Yeah.
It's right up there with global warming.
[laughs]
I think we should start seeing other people.
What?
Look...
We've been dating for about a year,
and I really don't think it's working out.
All right?
[knocks on car window]
- Hi, Mrs. Marken. - You two having fun?
Hi, Mom.
Kenny, you wouldn't happen to have a cigarette for me, would ya?
Sure.
Mrs. Marken, smoking's really bad for you.
Ah....
The industrial strength.
I owe you.
I'm going to have to smoke this here.
Brent doesn't like me to smoke in the house.
- It's my last guilty pleasure. - Is Dad still up?
- My, we're out late tonight, huh? - Kenny was just leaving.
Too bad.
It looks like the coast is clear.
If you want to beat the heat, you better hurry up.
Mrs. Marken?
Mm-hmm.
- Your headlights are on. - Very observant.
Thanks. Good night.
So, is this goodbye or good night?
Pick one.
- Pick one. - I think it's up to you.
Don't... slam the door!
Like a little tiny mouse.
Ssh.
- Good night. - Good night.
- Do you know what time it is? - Daddy, don't scare me like that.
You're grounded the next two Friday nights.
Most 6th graders stay out later than I can.
They're not the sheriff's daughter.
[sighs]
[eerie music]
[phone ringing]
[Sheriff] Marken.
Alright, I'll get down there as soon as I can.
[car door opens and shuts]
[car engine starting]
[dramatic soft music]
Daddy.
- You're the only one here? - First on the scene.
The forensics and homicide are on their way from Richmond.
That's the victim's car. It's covered in blood, Sheriff.
Over here, I found the boy faced down in the water...
with about a million stab wounds. And the girl...
Well, nailed to a tree.
A lot of blood pumped out of her wounds, which means...
Which means all this was done to her while she was still alive.
[screaming]
[techno trance music]
Jody, doll...listen...
I'm trying to pump out a special edition of the paper before lunchtime.
And if you tell me all that you know, I'll be your best friend...
your very, very best friend...
and you can be co-editor of the paper,
and apply to all those Ivy League schools
with those young marriageable boys. What do ya think?
Don't be silent like that. No, no, no.
I want you to talk to your dad and snoop dog for me.
You know what I'm saying?
Timmy, I don't have a clue what you're talking about.
You haven't heard about Rod and Stacy?
Are you already taking footnotes for your pathetic little gossip column?
- Did they break up? - Break up? Wake up, they're dead!
They flatlined, they shuffled off the mortal coil,
they croaked, and gone to see their maker.
Duh...
How can you be so critically uninformed?
Will you look, the whole school is buzzing with that music.
Hey, look!
Maybe there's something for my incredibly pathetic gossip column
after all.
[school bell ringing]
Like I'm not paying attention.
Mr. Sisler, Sheriff Marken's here to see you, sir.
Shall I bring him in?
Yeah.
Thank you, Diana.
- Oh, Brent. It's been a while. - Tom.
I don't need to tell you what an uproar the school is in.
I canceled all the regular classes for the day and...
asked the teachers to counsel and console the kids.
I know there are professionals for these sorts of situations, but...
I thought it'd be best coming from—
Listen, Tom.
I'm to have to stop by some of your classes...
to ask a few questions.
I'd like to start with the ones those two kids attended.
Naturally, you're all horrified...
by the sudden senseless loss of your classmates.
Perhaps some of you feel guilty
that you weren't nicer to Rod and Stacey while they were alive
or maybe you're... I don't know...
haunted by something unpleasant you might have said to one of them.
Once, in the 8th grade, I had a fight with Rod...
And I told him to fuck off and die!
[sobs]
[stifled laughter]
Hey, come on, guys.
It's alright, Heather.
[sobs]
Maybe we'll all feel better if we talk about our lost classmates
and how we feel.
Mark, you were friends with Rod. Do you want to say something?
Oh, man...
I don't know, I'm just...
Thank you, Mark.
How about you, Sandy?
Sandy!
Oh, um...
I...I, uh...
I guess at times like this...
...I just hope there's a heaven.
[sighs] Lame.
Cindy, come on.
I think it's important in times like this
we offer each other some support.
I'd like to offer the killer's ass some support
in the fucking electric chair.
[chatter]
That's a legitimate reaction,
unfortunately, the means of execution in this state
happens to be lethal injection.
Ben, I know you have a very different point of view regarding this tragedy.
So...
Go ahead.
Well, I would like to know whether this killer...
removed any body parts, or sexually defiled any orifice of either victims.
You're tragically sick.
I wanna know, because if he didn't,
I'm starting to think this loser deserves a thumbs down.
How can you be so insensitive?
And you're like Mother Teresa?
You're the one told Rod to drop dead.
You're only fooling yourself with this display of indifference.
Hey, Jackhole, you're not playing Death Quake now,
this is the real world!
Fuck you.
This is Ben's pathetic concept of cool,
He has to pretend he's not afraid.
Well, hello Cindy Freud!
What's your concept of cool, doc?
Bang the entire senior class starting with "A"?
If I'm so all used up then, why do you try to hook me up nonstop?
I find experience attractive!
Alright, shut up now, would you please?!
Everyone! Jesus!
What is wrong with you people?
Jody...
certainly I can count on you to say something singularly constructive.
Dad?
Please excuse the intrusion, Mr. Marliston,
but Sheriff Marken would like to address the class.
Hi, Sheriff...
Leonard Marliston. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
Likewise.
Class, please give your attention to Sheriff Marken.
Two of your fellow students, Rod Harper and Stacy Twelfmann...
were murdered last night at the falls...
by a person or persons unknown, in a cold-blooded fashion.
The reason I came here was to ask you, as friends and good citizens...
to come forward to me or my staff...
with any information you might have concerning this terrible crime.
[teacher] Is there a suspect yet, Sheriff?
[Sheriff] No.
[teacher] Well, is there any other information you can give us?
I'm not at liberty to discuss the case any further.
Well, Sheriff, Plato says that polis can only remain healthy
if truth is available to all citizens.
Well, Plato can give out all details he wants
when he's the sheriff of this town.
[Jody] He's doing it deliberately.
Of course he is.
All the more reason why you should ignore it.
Do you think she goes all the way?
Doubt it.
Who'd want to fuck her?
Look.
[laughter]
Shit.
Stop throwing shit!
- Fuck you! - Jesus Christ!
[laughing]
Okay now, I am done with relationships...
but I see a hope for you. Come on.
- No, Jody, no. - Come on.
It's sad and pathetic.
You watch him eat every single day and you never talk to him.
My parents have been married for 25 years
and all they do is watch TV.
Come on, you're going to go. You're going to talk to him.
You don't want to make a scene!
How are you doing?
[sighs]
It's a pretty freaky day today, isn't it.
Yeah, I guess so.
You shit sucking liar!
I'm gonna kill you!
Better than a cock-sucking liar!
I'll kill you, you little shit!
What's going on here?
[cheering and yelling]
It's a compliment when a guy says you can suck good dick.
You got something on your mouth there.
- He's lying to everyone about me! - Tell me about it in the office!
[boos]
Hey, hey! What's your phone number, Annette?
No, it was someone, not me.
What's up with that?
Dylan's been telling people Annette gave him a hummer.
- Did she? - Are you kidding?
No.
She thinks fellatio is a character in Shakespeare.
She wouldnt know a dick if it's name was Woody.
[laughs]
That's funny.
What do you think, Mark?
Huh?
I think these ribs rule.
[grinding metal]
[scary music]
Come on, honey, we're late.
- Hi, handsome. - Hi.
[slow blues music]
Here we go.
Hello. Come here handsome.
Good to see you!
[clock chimes]
[door knock]
Who is it?
Hi, Annette?
Yeah?
It's Loralee Sherman.
Excuse me?
Loralee Sherman.
Is your mom home?
Uh...
No.
She didn't tell you I was coming by?
No.
I must have just missed her. Can I leave a note?
Okay, just one second.
Could you slip it through the door, please?
[screams]
[scary intense music]
I think I'm ready for the run.
[drunken laugh]
Hey, hey, come on now. What's the hurry, gorgeous?
Slow down. Slow down.
- Who left the door open? - I don't know.
- Annette? - Annette?
Annette!
[eerie music]
[scream]
[screams]
- Grab there... - Okay.
Grab underneath. Get a good grip, alright?
Step through, let their weight and their momentum take them over.
Okay.
The most important thing is this grip.
Latch on like a pitbull.
[growling] Grrr...
Is there any way you could give me some mace,
or maybe a ray gun, stun gun, anything?
No, it's against the law. Here I come.
[phone ringing]
- Take 5, champ. - Okay.
Marken.
[eerie music]
Looks like we have an encore performance, Sheriff.
Agent Bronhill, this is special agent Majestik.
- Who was first on the scene? - My deputy.
I responded to the father's call around 11:00 pm,
notified the sheriff immediately afterwards.
We got this.
We're in the big league now.
[Coroner] As you can see on the inside left thigh
there's a one inch deep carving of the word "virgin".
The ones we found in all 3 victims.
Like Stacy Twelfmann...
Annette DeWolde was in fact a virgin at the time of death.
The hymen was intact. We found no evidence of semen on the clothes...
skin, hair, mouth, or the anus.
No abrasions or contusions in the pubic region.
In fact no evidence of sexual penetration of any kind.
Neither was the boy we found in the first killings sexually assaulted.
Of course I can't tell you if he died a virgin...
but I can tell you that he did not have sex at the time of the killings.
It would appear...
that your killer has been quite accurate
in the application of his signature.
[eerie intense music]
[scream]
[door knock]
Come in.
Hi, honey.
Hi, Daddy.
Listen...
I need to ask you a personal question.
About what?
[sighing]
It's about you and Kenny.
- What is it? - About how far you've gone?
Gone?
Gone, you know...
base wise.
Are you two kissing?
Of course.
I'm not a child anymore, Dad. That's normal.
I'm not criticizing.
I know. I know...
Have you gone further than that?
Listen, I wouldn't ask you this unless it was absolutely necessary.
Can you go further... than you have?
Yes.
[sighs]
No, no, but you don't have to worry about it.
Okay?
We just broke up the other day.
Yeah.
Are you disappointed...Dad?
Hm?
Are you disappointed that I'm still a virgin?
No, no...not at all.
Okay...
I'm very, very, very proud of you.
[kiss]
You're still my little girl.
- Good night. - Good night.
I love you.
[serene music]
Parents in our town need to know what's really going on here.
Does that mean revealing the signature?
Yeah, I suppose it does.
Textbooks say don't.
It'll leave us no conclusive way to verify the killer's confession.
- It could also spur copycat crimes. - This is different.
This isn't a signature. It's a message.
Message?
I want you to set up an emergency town meeting.
Tonight at 6:00 pm.
And I want every parent of every teenager in town there. Do it.
We don't have a venue big enough for that.
We'll use the gym at the high school.
No kids. Not yet.
There you are, Mr. Marliston.
- Oh, Jody....Hi. - Hi.
I finished my T.S. Elliot paper.
Great. Wow.
I want you to know, I really love his work.
Good.
"Alas, our dried voices When we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless As wind and dry grass
[both]: Or rats feet over broken glass In our dry cellar"
[laughing softly]
Do you think that that's how it is between people, Mr. Marliston?
Everything dry...
and meaningless and hopelessly empty?
Um...
I heard that you broke up with Kenny.
What does that have to do with it? I'm very over him.
Do you think that any serious thought that I have...
is solely attributed to my one misspent year with Kenny Ascot?
No, I'm sorry. Jody, I'm...it's, uh...
[under her breath] Oh, god...
I'm sorry. I'm very embarrassed that I just yelled at you.
No, I...I'm really sorry, it's none of my business.
What's wrong?
It's weird. I just saw someone standing there.
- Jody, no...Jody... - What?
[anticipatory music]
Come out!
[eerie music]
- Anything? - No, no.
I guess we've spooked each other pretty good, didn't we?
[giggles]
[nervous laugh] Yeah...
Come on, I have to go to this meeting your father organized.
- Are you gonna be alright? - Yeah.
- Hey, Mr. Marliston? - Yeah?
Um...
Can we talk again sometime?
- Jody, of course. - I mean just us.
Um....yeah.
Sure, yeah...
- Go home, Jody. - Okay.
- Run! - Okay.
You cannot tell these parents that somebody's murdering virgins.
Maybe Annette DeWolde would be alive today...
if I had revealed details about the first two killings.
Jeez, Brent, get a hold of yourself. You've got responsibilities.
Get your hands off me!
Don't talk to me about responsibilities!
You and I both know what it means to walk away from those.
If word gets back to these kids that somebody is...
murdering virgins, we're gonna have a goddamn...
...fuck fest on our hands.
It's better than a pile of dead teenagers.
[gasps]
Oh, god...
Boo!
- What are you doing here? - Timmy, what are you doing here?
- I'm getting the scoop. - Then, get it.
[sheriff] I want to thank you very much for coming out this evening.
As I'm sure you all know...
in the last two days we have lost 3 of our children.
We have now established a common link between those killings.
Well, what is it?
All 3 victims attended our public high school...
and all 3 victims, to the best of our knowledge...
appeared to be... virgins.
[crowd gasping and shouting]
Holy hymens, Batman! They're killing virgins?!
You're not suggesting that's more than coincidence?
Are you close to an arrest?
No.
Well, what are we supposed to tell our kids?
To go out and get laid if they want to feel safe?
No, I'm not saying that.
I can't lock my daughter up in the basement.
I wouldn't worry about it, Victor.
What are you saying about my daughter?
Sit down, Victor, I was joking.
It 's a hell of a time to be joking about a thing like this!
Hey, back off!
[yelling and shouting]
[grunting]
This is totally excellent! Would you look at them?
They've turned into a bunch of mindless animals down there!
Jody, get out of the way.
[crowd shouting and yelling]
Battery! Can I use your phone for a second? Please?
- Please? No, no, no, no. - You never give it back to me.
[sheriff] Please, remember why we came here!
- Just give this to me. - Here, here, here.
Elway? Stop the presses... Listen, I've got your story for you.
Virgin killer terrorizes— Wait, you're breaking up.
No, no, no, not virtue killer...virgin killer!
I gotta get out of this corridor, hang on.
I'm asking you for the last time!
Alright, that's enough!
Oh, Daddy...
Timmy?
Timmy!
I need my cell phone back!
Timmy!
Timmy?
Shit!
Timmy!
Timmy...
[eerie music]
Timmy?
Timmy, come on! This isn't funny anymore!
I'll be your best friend. Your very, very, very best friend.
[eerie intense music]
[cellphone ringing]
Oh...is that for me?
[cellphone ringing]
[screams loudly]
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
Virgin.
[loud screaming]
Ah...!
[glass breaking]
[intense scary music]
[screams] [glass breaking]
Uh...!
[glass breaking]
Jody! Jody!
- Daddy, she was after me! - What?!
She killed Timmy! She's in there!
- Take her! Stay back! - Dad, be careful, please!
Maybe the nose was just a little bit smaller.
And there was a gray streak right there.
Like that, yeah.
That's her.
That's at least what I saw of her.
Can you make her, Sheriff?
I don't know.
[ringing bell] Hey, listen to me! Listen to me!
- Listen to me! - Give me the bell.
Hey, you stupid fucking FBI sons of bitches,
why don't you come out here and get me?!
Watch your language!
You did good, baby.
Listen to me, I killed those kids.
I've got to make a couple of calls.
Okay.
Your mother will be here in a couple of minutes, okay?
- Okay. - You'll be fine.
Hey!
- I killed those kids. - Watch your language.
You're a bunch of sons of bitches! That's what you are.
And you know what? I loved killing those kids. They were evil.
I loved killing them. But do you know what I did before I killed them?
I kissed them.
Like this!
[screaming]
Rolly, that's my name! Don't you hurt me!
I'm telling you! I'm telling you! I know my rights!
Brent.
Great meeting last night.
Very comforting to the parents.
Listen, are you alone?
Yes.
Good, because I got something I wanna show you.
I'm faxing to you now.
Are you looking at it? Tell me that's not her.
Who?
Loralee Sherman. Tell me that's not her?
Oh, jeez Brent, you are cracking up.
A few years ago, I thought about contacting her.
I traced her to West Virginia.
About two hours from here. This time I'm going out there.
Listen, Brent...
Nobody has seen or heard of her for over 25 years.
Now why the hell would she be showing up now...
as some sort of psycho killer?
Put the phone down, I'll call you back.
- What are you doing? - What's wrong?
Were you listening to me? What did you hear?
No, I didn't hear anything. I just picked up the phone to call Mom.
I couldn't figure out how to get a line out, that's all.
Sorry, honey. This case, I guess it's, uh...
guess it's really getting to me.
I'm sorry, baby, it's not your fault, honey.
It's not your fault.
Hi, Sheriff Marken.
Hello, Sandy.
Oh, my god, Jody. Are you okay? Everybody's been asking about you.
Sheriff! Rolly, prisoner wants to make a full confession.
I hope it's faster than last week's confession.
- God, you're not gonna believe this. - What?
Hurricane hormone has hit the whole entire school.
Word got out that your attacker has this thing for virgins.
So everyone's decided to take themselves off endangered species list.
And have sex.
You're making it sound like it's some kind of a flu shot.
We're talking hymen holocaust here.
But they couldn't print the location, so I'm gonna give you the 411.
- Where is it? - The old Donkey Hill hunting lodge.
That skashy keg place? That place is such a shithole.
All we need is floor space.
Didn't you want your first time to be something beautiful,
something romantic?
Jody, you have to go! Everybody's gonna be there.
Mark's going, of course. And Kenny.
And you cannot leave saving his life up to that slut Sharon.
Cindy's holding her pre-game talk at the bleacher's at lunch. All girls.
Jody...
- Sweetheart, how's my baby? - I'm fine, Mom.
How's your leg?
Mm...baby.
Hi, Mrs. Marken.
Sandy, good to see you. I'm so happy you're here.
Honey, are you finished yet? You ready to come home?
I was gonna go to school with Sandy.
I don't think that's a very good idea.
Why don't you go home with your mother?
Dad, I'd really like to be with my friends right now.
She'll be safe with us, Mr. Marken.
It's okay, Sheriff. I'll keep an eye on her.
[ominous music]
[school bell ringing]
Jody!
Come on!
- It's nice to see you, Jody. - Are you alright?
How did you make it through?
Hi.
[breathing heavily]
Jody...
I almost lost you.
I don't think I could go on living if I had.
- Really? - Of course.
What about what's her face?
Ah, Jody, I love you.
But I still have female friends.
- But? - But...
Let's not fight. Come with me to this party tonight.
No, I promised my dad I'd be home after school and I'd stay there.
I promised.
Look, if you don't want to go with me...
just say so.
Don't use your dad as an excuse.
I'm not.
Who's that?
- It 's my bodyguard. - Bodyguard?
Yeah.
I told my dad I'd be home at 3.
But you'll come with me?
You'll come with me later and we'll go together?
I'll think about it.
[laughs]
Girls have to do everything.
Boys are totally clueless when it comes to sex.
It starts with them trying to unhook our bras,
fumbling around and it never changes.
Wait until they try to put their dicks in you.
[giggling]
Please don't say they need help with that?
Always.
What about birth control?
Girls, there's no time for the pill...
and certainly no chance for withdraw, so...
I recommend condoms.
What about clitoral or vaginal orgasm?
Unless we're talking about masturbation, forget it.
Aren't you being just a little hard on the boys?
Dennis asked me today if chicks had 2 holes or 3.
- Did not! - How could you not know that, dude?
Oh yeah, I forgot I was hanging with the poontang clan back here.
I get it that four kids are dead, but...
I'm sorry, this is still pretty choice.
No shit!
Next thing we have to do, is find a psycho
who's offing chicks who don't give head.
[twisted laugh]
Yeah...
Then I don't have to worry about one hole.
Nice and good afternoon.
This is Stan Michaels,
coming to you live from George Washington High School...
the epicenter of what can only be described as...
the senseless slaughter of innocence here in Cherry Falls, Virginia.
In the last 3 days, four teenagers have been killed,
a fifth viciously attacked.
Certain local officials believe the killer, still at large...
may be targeting teenage high school virgins.
And now, students here on campus
are rumored have organized a sex party
to actually eliminate themselves as possible targets.
[chime]
[P.A. announcement] Attention, this is your principal speaking.
It has come to my notice that certain individuals
have taken it upon themselves to organize a wild party tonight.
I want you to know...
that any George Washington High student attending this gap,
will be disadvantaged by every penalty it is in my power to impose.
[chime] [school bell ringing]
[yelling and cheering]
[driving industrial music]
This report says local school officials at a loss
as to how to handle the situation.
We'll get comments now from students...
[loud cheering and yelling]
Hail, hail, Virgin High! Drop your pants and fuck, or die!
Hail, hail, Virgin High! Drop your pants and fuck or die!
Hi, Mom.
How's my brave little baby?
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Don't worry, Deputy Mina was watching me like a hawk all day.
Must've been a very interesting day at school.
Yeah...
Definitely wasn't your typical Thursday.
[laughs]
I smell fresh cookies here.
These are a little bit burnt,
but I've got another batch coming out of the oven in a second.
Mmm.
Oh, honey. Don't eat this. Spit it out. Come on.
Then let me get you some water to wash it down.
Mom? Do you know anything about a woman named Loralee Sherman?
Loralee Sherman?
Yeah.
No, why?
I overheard Daddy talking to Mr. Sisler and they mentioned her.
I have no idea who you're talking about.
Mr. Sisler said that she had disappeared 25 years ago.
Wouldn't a story like that make small town news?
[sighs]
I've never heard of her, and I've lived here all my life...
except those two years at Berkeley.
You know, I think you should go lie down,
take a little rest. You're looking a little pale.
And I'll call you when it's time for dinner, okay?
I'm wasted.
Okay, sweetheart?
I'm going to West Virginia.
West Virginia? We need you here.
Well, there's something I've gotta do there.
Okay, I'll hold down the fort.
But we are getting some calls from some irate parents.
What do you want us to do about this sex party
the high school kids are throwing?
Sex party? Do you know where it is?
I'll find out.
Treat it like any other party.
If there's trouble, move in. Otherwise, lay off.
I could be gone a while.
[instrumental music]
[eerie foreboding music]
[distant sound] [gasp]
[eerie suspenseful music]
Oh God, Mom!
What are you doing here? You get your ass home right now!
Mom, tell me about Loralee Sherman. Tell me! Tell me!
Tell me!
When I was in high school...
there was a girl named Loralee Sherman...
that claimed she was raped by...
4 drunken seniors.
And?
Nobody was ever formally charged.
Nobody.
Nobody was ever charged.
Was there any evidence?
Did she identify them?
Yeah.
Then why weren't they charged?
Because they were from good families, stars of the football team.
That kind of thing. And she was just this loner
that nobody cared for.
She just thought she was smarter than everybody.
Nothing would have ever come from it.
I don't know if it would have held up in court.
Not then, and I don't think it would have held up now.
So, you all just let it go?
Yeah...
She left town...
and nobody ever saw her again.
And that was...
That was 27 years ago.
Who were the men that raped her?
Well...
Two of the guys left town about the year after that.
And that was good thing,
because we were all able to move forward from there.
Who else?
- Tommy Sisler. - The Principal.
You said that there were four men.
Who is the fourth?
Mom?
Who is the fourth, Mom?
Mom!
Your father. Your father.
Honey, he didn't participate. He was sick, he was falling down drunk.
But he went to the police then, and then he told them what happened?
Honey, those were his good friends. He couldn't do that.
And besides, what are you gonna tell the police?
That a drunken girl had sex with three drunken boys?
- I mean who— - No.
You said it was rape.
[police radio chatter]
[eerie music]
[cracking sound] [child screaming]
[baby crying]
[police radio dispatcher] 44, 10-5 to 45.
45.
What's your twenty?
I'm headed back now.
Did you find what you were looking for, sir?
Sir?
I don't know.
Well, I got a message for you to meet up with Tom Sisler
at the high school tonight, ASAP.
Say what?
Something to do with a Loralee Sherman. I spoke to his secretary, sir.
Sir, are you there?
Roger that. I'll check it out.
[rock guitar playing]
Honey, I really need to see you.
You're early.
My parents are total frauds.
- It's disgusting. - Of course they are.
They're your parents.
My dad's into hookers.
I think my mom probably was a hooker.
[snickers]
I can't believe I let them influence
every single decision that I've ever made.
You lose your spiritual virginity...
when you realize that your parents...
are even bigger hypocrites than your friends are.
Yeah...
[breathing getting louder]
Mmm...
[softly] Bite it.
Bite it.
Mmm...
Harder.
Mmm...
[panting] yeah...
Harder.
Mmm...
- Harder. - Mmm...
- Harder. - Mmm!
Harder!
Mmm!
Let's do it.
Kenny, you've been pressuring me for a whole year to sleep with you.
Let's just do it.
You're only doing it ‘cause you're pissed at your parents.
Aww...
What's wrong, Kenny?
Can't you decide?
It doesn't have to be this complicated, baby.
Oh...
Don't you like my body?
I love your...
I love your body, baby.
I just want you to be with me because you want to be with me.
That's all.
Spare me the violins.
Hey, where are you going?
I changed my mind about tonight.
I don't need some stupid kids sex party.
You have better company in mind?
Well...
Frankly, yes.
Like Mr. Marliston, maybe?
Whoa...
Where did that come from?
I've seen you hanging out with him.
Well, you probably have.
So now, I should start looking for you around every corner...
eavesdropping, snooping and sneaking about?
[sighs]
Kenny, I had no idea that your poor mind...
was so diseased.
If you go now, I don't want to see you again!
It's over!
[door slamming]
[intense music]
[thud] Ah...
[mob yelling and shouting]
You take the north side, you take the rear. Beau, you get the south.
I'll watch the front.
Hey Deputy, do you want to infiltrate the party with me?
Go undercover for half an hour?
Get movin'!
[laughs]
[distant screams]
[slow dance music playing]
Hey...
Oh...Hi, Mark.
Sharon, you look voluptuous.
Eww...
What is that smell?
It's just a little cologne.
I, uh, wouldn't go near any candles if I were you.
You might spontaneously combust.
- Hi, Mark. - Oh, hi.
What's that smell?
Uh...
Nothin'.
I like it.
Yeah?
You like to dance?
Hi.
Have you ever played Death Quake?
Okay, but you have to wear a rubber.
- And I want your CDs. - Not my imports.
I want everything. Domestic, imports, bootlegs, works.
Okay, you can have my CDs.
- And your K2 snowboard. - Not my snowboard.
Alright, the board too.
You know, that's an awful lot for 10 minutes of beasting.
Don't flatter yourself, you'll be lucky to last 10 seconds.
Ha-ha...
You just better hope that when I erupt you don't end up on the ceiling.
Hi.
Hey, Sharon...
You don't have to be nervous.
You're the one who's shaking.
You okay?
Yeah...
Yeah.
Oh...
What 's wrong?
I can't face this is happening again.
Twice today I stopped a girl from putting her hands in my pants.
Is there something you want to tell me? I don't mind a challenge.
Right. Neither do I.
Thank you, Sharon.
Thank you.
You could've given it a shot.
Hey, uh, I always knew he was a butt pirate.
- You wanna get with a real man? - No. Do you?
Ow!
[grunts]
Hi, Mr. Marliston.
Oh, jeez Jody, you scared me. Hi.
I'm sorry.
- How are you? - Good. How are you doing?
What have you got in this trunk?
Oh, just, you know, just some old memorabilia.
Do you want a hand or something?
Yeah...yeah, I could use a hand with this.
Are you sure you're up for it?
It's going all the way into my basement.
There, go this way.
You know...
You're just about the only person that I trust these days.
Me? Come on.
What about your dad? I know how close you are with your father.
I found out some pretty terrible things about my father recently.
- Oh, yeah...? - Yeah.
Like what? That he's a liar, a fraud...
a criminal?
Yeah.
What's in the trunk?
Your dad.
[laughs]
Maybe mine.
[intense music]
[screaming] Daddy!
[screaming] Ah...
[moody dance music]
[giggling softly]
[smooching] [moaning]
Hey Brent, tell us the story...
Tell us about what happened 27 years ago...
when you were very drunk.
Tom Sisler's in the story,
and so is a woman by the name of Loralee Sherman.
There are people who can help you.
Don't hurt her! Please!
I'm not gonna hurt her.
[laughs]
You are, with the truth.
I'll get you started.
See, I remember the story like this. It was...
a dark and scary night...
kind of like tonight.
My mother already told me this story!
You can't hurt me with this story!
Shut up!
Shut up! I'll kill you if you don't shut up!
[screams]
Alright! I'll tell you!
There were four of us.
We were drunk.
About ready to graduate from high school.
We were going to a party to celebrate the end of our senior year.
Then we saw a car broke down on the side of the road.
It was Loralee.
We all knew her from school.
She was a weird kid.
Kind of pretty in a way, I guess.
I was in really bad shape.
Tom told her to get into his car, but...
she wouldn't do it.
So, they started teasing her.
Laughing at her.
And then she got mad.
She called Tom a homo...
[crying] and then she just took off.
And they took off right after her.
That's when things got crazy.
They poured booze down her throat.
Then, I guess what happened...
Well, you know what happened.
Yeah, well, I don't remember, so, keep going.
First Tom, then Harry...
[crying]
then Jim.
Then, they came looking for me...
and they grabbed me...
[sobs]
they threw me on top of her.
But I knew what I was doing.
God help me, I knew what I was doing!
God, daddy, no.
Happy graduation, baby! Woo!
I knew.
[crying]
Did you know that she was in love with you, Brent?
Oh, yeah. Love letters, poems, songs...
All things she wrote before you raped her.
That's why she came over to the car. Because she saw your face.
She never had the nerve to approach
the big star quarterback, Brent Marken.
You never knew that she loved you, did you, Brent?
Oh, how could you?
She never had the nerve to approach you before you raped her.
And after you raped her, there was no one to tell.
Except me.
[hitting] [screaming]
[hitting and screaming] Over and over again.
It's very difficult to look like the one person in the world
your mother loves and hates the most.
We have the same color of eyes...
No...
Dad.
No, no...
No...
No.
It's a stinking hypocritical world, isn't it, Brent?
Where rapists become the pillars of the community.
And the stinking hypocritical people in it...
wouldn't even miss their own worthless befouled lives very much.
So...
So, what better to deprive them of the only innocence they have left.
Their precious...
virginal children.
[car engine revving and stopping]
Please! Don't hurt her!
[Sheriff Marken] No!
[cutting sound]
Does that hurt?
[doorbell ringing]
Please, help!
[muffled scream]
Help!
Shut up!
[doorbell ringing]
Goddamn that bell!
[muffled scream] Help!
I'm C (0) ming !
Hi, Kenny. What are you doing here at midnight?
Mister Marliston...
Mister...M..[mumbling]
Something wrong with your mouth, Kenny? What do you want?
Unh...
Unh!
- Where's Jody? - How should I know?
‘Cause her bike is parked by your stairs.
No, it's not.
[grunting]
Why are you looking at me like that, Kenny?
- Why are you wearing lipstick? - Because it makes me pretty.
Oh...!
[intense music]
Jody!
[crashing and glass breaking]
[grunting]
Jody!
[muffled screams]
You hurt my daughter! I'm gonna kill you!
Ah...!
Jody! Jody! Jody!
[screaming]
Get out of here!
Fuckin' move!
Jody, come on!
[screaming] Ahhhh....I!
The music! To the lounge, come on!
Hold it! You stop right there!
Mr. Marliston just killed my daddy!
He killed all those kids. He's trying to kill us!
- Jody? - Yeah.
Well, who's that with you?
I'm Kenny Ascott! And everything she says is true!
[police radio] This is White Knight on the south side
to Black Queen, do you copy, over?
Black Queen to White Knight, over.
Brent's dead! Marliston's the killer!
He nailed the chief!
Do you copy, over?
You better come, come on.
This is my post, I can't just split!
[screams]
[grunts] Shit!
[grunts] Goddamn it!
[slow dance music playing]
Nobody's here. Let's move!
- Help! - Run!
It's Mr. Marliston! He's the killer!
Let's run!
Class dismissed!
[screams]
Run, Jody! Run!
Kenny!
[slashing]
[screams]
Kenny!
Come on!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Go away!
[screams and groans]
Jody!
[screaming]
Stay there.
[screams]
[screaming] Ahhhh!
Kenny!
[slow motion] Kenny!
[sinister music]
[screams]
- Mark, don't! - Man, get back here!
Mister Marliston.
Nol!
Get outta here!!
[gunshots]
[panting]
[heavy breathing]
[haunting piano music]
So you have absolutely no idea why your father was in West Virginia?
And you can think of no reason...
why Leonard Marliston committed these murders?
No.
And after all this, you can think of nothing else to tell me?
I think you've asked my daughter enough questions.
Agent Bronhill.
Well, thank you for now, ladies.
[sigh]
You've been very cooperative.
[serene music]
Let's go.
[car engine starting]
[birds chirping]
[changing to eerie music]