Crush Page #3

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- I'M AFRAID THIS IS WRONG.

WAIT, WAIT.

THIS IS WRONG.

I HARDLY KNOW A THING ABOUT YOU.

- YOU'VE ALREADY MADE LOVE

TO ME ONCE.

- WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

WHAT DO YOU DO?

- WHAT IF I DON'T WAN TO TELL YOU?

THIS IS POINTLESS, JULIAN.

THIS IS OUR SECRET.

I WON'T TELL.

I PROMISE.

TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME.

- I LOVE YOU.

[birds screeching]

[eerie sounds]

[woman screaming]

[eerie atmospheric sounds]

[gentle piano music]

SH*T.

[eerie atmospheric music]

ANNA?

IT'S NOT FUNNY.

[eerie music]

ANNA?

ANNA?

[intensifying high-pitch tone]

[touch-tones beeping]

- HI, IT'S CLARE.

I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW, BUT IF YOU'D

LIKE TO LEAVE A MESSAGE,

WAIT FOR THE BEEP.

- CLARE, LISTEN,

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

I'M SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT.

[sighs]

JUST CALL ME, OKAY?

[loud pounding]

- HEY, JULES.

- HEY, GUYS.

- YOU DON'T LOOK SO GOOD, MATE.

- YOU STILL BOGGED DOWN

WITH YOUR ASSIGNMENT?

- NO, NO, IT'S, UH...

IT'S NOT THAT.

- I KNOW WHAT IT IS.

HE'S BEEN UP ALL NIGHT,

JERKING OFF:

OVER THAT HOTTIE, HUH?

HOW IS SHE?

- HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN CLARE YET?

- NO.

SHE HASN'T SHOWN.

- LOVE IS CRUEL, HEY?

- CLARE NEEDS A CARING,

MATURE GUY.

LIKE ME.

[laughter]

- YOU READY FOR THIS ARVO?

- HUH?

- YOUR FIGHT.

- UGH, DAMN IT.

[eerie music]

[eerie music]

[exhales]

[crowd cheering]

- I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ARSE,

PRETTY BOY.

- YEAH, SURE YOU WILL.

- FIGHTERS READY.

[shouting indistinctly]

SET POSITION.

HA!

SHI-JAK!

[crowd cheering]

- [grunting]

- TELL ME YOU LOVE ME,

- FIRST WARNING:
TRAVELING

OUTSIDE THE ALERT LINE.

SET POSITION.

- MAKES ME SO HORNY.

- OH!

- [groaning]

- COME ONE, JULES.

[cell phone ringing]

- UGH.

- YOU LIKE THAT?

- HEY, MOVE BACK.

SET POSITION.

- GET UP.

COME ON.

[crowd cheering]

- YEAH!

- NO!

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- WARNING.

SHI-JAK!

ONE, TWO, THREE,

FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN...

YOU'RE OUT.

[crowd cheering]

WINNER BY KNOCKOUT,

HONG!

[crowd cheering]

- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG

WITH YOU?

- LOOK, I HAVEN'T BEEN SLEEPING,

AND I'M LOOKING AFTER

THIS HOUSE, AND...

- YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING!

- NO.

NO, I HAVEN'T.

- I WAS WARNED

ABOUT TAKING YOU ON.

GOT KICKED OFF THE U.S. TEAM

FOR UNDERAGE DRINKING.

- HEY, I'M SORRY!

- SORRY?

SORRY ISN'T ENOUGH.

I'VE WASTED THE LAST SIX MONTHS

OF MY LIFE TRAINING YOU,

AND THIS IS THE WAY

YOU REPAY ME?

- HEY, SETTLE DOWN, MATE.

- NOT ONE MORE WORD.

GET YOURSELF A NEW COACH.

- DON'T WORRY ABOUT HIM.

- I LOST FOCUS.

I SCREWED UP.

- NO, YOU DID YOUR BEST, MATE.

- YOU SCORED SOME GOOD POINTS.

- HEY, GUYS, JUST...

LEAVE ME ALONE.

CLARE?

- [sniffling]

- CLARE,

WHAT'S WRONG?

- [crying] I GOT YOUR EMAILS.

- EMAILS, WHA--HEY.

HEY, WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

- DON'T.

IT'S OVER, JULIAN.

OKAY?

IT'S OVER.

- HEY, CLARE,

I SAID I WAS SORRY.

- NO, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT,

OKAY?

YOU CAN HAVE THIS.

REALLY HOPE SHE'S WORTH IT.

- HEY, HEY.

CLARE, LOOK AT ME.

LOOK AT ME.

SHE DOESN'T--

SHE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME.

- DON'T.

JULIAN, IT'S OVER.

YOU CHEATED ON ME.

- CLARE.

- GO TO HELL!

[door shuts]

[eerie atmospheric music]

- ANNA?

[creepy whispering sound]

AH, CRAP!

[phone ringing]

HELLO?

- JULIAN, IT'S HARRY.

HOW'S THE HOUSE?

- IT'S FINE.

UH...

NOTHING'S DAMAGED.

NO SIGN OF YOUR CAT.

- UGH, STUPID ANIMAL.

- I MET YOUR NIECE.

- SORRY, WHAT WAS THAT?

- YOUR NIECE,

SHE DROPPED BY FOR A SWIM.

- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

I JUST SPOKE TO HER.

SHE'S VISITING KELLY'S MOTHER

IN SYDNEY.

HELLO?

YOU STILL THERE?

- BUT SHE'S GOT KEYS

TO THE HOUSE.

- JULIAN, APART FROM ME,

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WITH KEYS.

WHO THE HELL:

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

- SHE SAID HER NAME IS ANNA.

- ANNA.

HOW DARE YOU?

YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY?

[click and dial tone]

- WHY'D YOU DO IT?

- WHAT?

- THE EMAIL.

- EMAIL?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

YOU KNOW EXACTLY

WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

- NO, I DON'T.

- WHO ARE YOU?

- [laughing] WHAT?

- EXACTLY WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

- HEY, COME HERE.

- GET OFF ME.

YOU SAID YOU WERE THE NIECE.

- NO, I DIDN'T.

- YES, YOU DID.

WHEN I MET YOU,

YOU SAID YOU WERE THE NIECE.

- I NEVER SAID THAT.

- HI, YOU MUST BE THE NIECE.

- YOU MUST BE THE HOUSE SITTER.

- AH, ANNA.

YOU'RE IN THAT PHOTO.

WHY DOESN'T HARRY KNOW YOU?

- HE KNOWS ME.

I'M HIS DAUGHTER.

- WHY WAS HARRY SO PISSED

WHEN I MENTIONED YOUR NAME?

- WE'VE GOT ISSUES.

[sighs]

I DON'T GET ALONG WITH HIS WIFE.

- KELLY'S NOT YOUR MOTHER?

- NO.

HE LEFT MY MOTHER FOR HER.

SHE HATES ME.

THAT'S WHY I DON'T LIVE HERE

ANYMORE.

- I NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH.

DID YOU SEND AN EMAIL

TO MY GIRLFRIEND?

- NO.

- TELL ME THE TRUTH.

DID YOU SEND AN EMAIL

TO MY GIRLFRIEND?

- NO.

- YOU...

- WHY DO YOU GUYS

ALWAYS DO THIS?

THESE HORRIBLE ACCUSATIONS?

- ANNA, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE

WHO COULD HAVE SENT THE EMAIL.

- PLEASE, JULIAN.

PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

- YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE

WHO COULD HAVE SENT IT!

- YOU EITHER WANT ME OR NOT.

[creepy whispering sounds]

[eerie music]

[light footsteps]

[eerie music]

- [started gasps]

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU--

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- HAVE YOU

MADE UP YOUR MIND YET?

- LOOK, I CA--

I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

- DON'T YOU LOVE ME?

- I'M WITH CLARE.

NOT YOU.

- YOU TOLD ME

THAT YOU LOVED ME.

- 'CAUSE YOU ASKED ME TO.

- YOU MEANT IT.

- YOU JUST DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?

- COME HERE.

- HEY, STOP IT.

- PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!

DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE.

PLEASE, PLEASE,

I'LL DO ANYTHING.

- ANNA, GET OFF ME.

- I'LL DO ANYTHING!

I'LL CUT MYSELF FOR YOU.

- WHAT SORT OF SCREWED-UP THING

IS THAT?

GET OUT!

COME ON.

- PLEASE, JULIAN.

- GET OFF ME.

- PLEASE...

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU.

- ANNA.

ANNA!

ANNA.

THIS WHOLE THING...

WAS A BAD MOVE, OKAY?

OKAY?

- MAKING LOVE TO ME

WAS A BAD MOVE?

NO.

- IT WAS.

- NO.

- YEAH.

- NO.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- NO!

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

[eerie music]

GO!

LEAVE!

OKAY?

IT'S OVER.

LEAVE!

- NO!

- GET OUT OF HERE!

[eerie music]

- IT'S OVER

WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER.

IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER.

IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER!

[door slams]

YOU MUST BE...

THE NIECE.

[crying] YOU MUST BE

THE HOUSE SITTER.

I DIDN'T SEE YOU COME IN.

[sobbing]

I'VE GOT KEYS.

HARRY DIDN'T MENTION YOUR NAME.

[sobbing]

I'M ANNA.

I'M ANNA.

[gentle piano music]

- WHERE'S MY ASSIGNMENT?

B*TCH!

PROFESSOR!

PROFESSOR.

- OH, YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, YOUNG MAN?

I FINISHED IT.

THE 252 ASSIGNMENT.

- WELL, HAND IT OVER.

- THING IS...

I LOST IT.

- YOU LOST IT?

- YEAH.

I JUST--I CAN'T FIND IT.

- IT WAS DUE AN HOUR AGO.

EVERYONE ELSE SUBMITTED ON TIME.

THERE CAN BE NO EXCEPTIONS.

- PLEASE, PLEASE, PROFESSOR.

I CAN'T FAIL THIS.

I'M ON A STUDENT VISA.

- I'M SORRY, JULIAN.

- PROFESSOR, I--

[cell phone ringing]

- YEAH.

- I'VE JUST HAD A CALL

FROM A VERY IRATE CUSTOMER.

- HARRY, RIGHT?

- SWEETIE,

I'VE SMOOTHED THINGS OVER,

BUT IN THE FUTURE, CAN YOU

PLEASE JUST--A LITTLE RESTRAINT?

- I GOT TO GO.

- IF HE WAS STUPID ENOUGH

TO DO IT IN AN EMAIL,

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