Dead on Campus Page #5

there may be

a place for you here.

- Are you serious?

- Work harder than everyone

else, be fearless in your design

and come see me

in the spring.

I will, thank you.

- Alexa.

- Ms. Williams!

- Can I speak to you?

- Of course.

I'll catch you guys later.

- Small world, isn't it?

- How so?

- One of your new pledges was

out with my brother,

the night that he died.

- Was she?

- You're too smart

to play dumb.

- Not smart enough

for you to recommend me.

It was you.

- My father pulled a lot of

strings to get me that opportunity,

and you just cut them.

- Gutless little b*tch!

- Excuse me?

- You killed him!

- I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

- You disappointed your daddy,

and you killed my brother.

- I'm sorry

for your loss,

but you are way

out of line here.

- How can you...

You killed him.

You need help.

I'm going down

Can't see the light

There's no turning back

I'm losing my mind

Thank you.

- Doctor Niroc.

You wanted to see me.

- Have a seat.

- OK.

- First, allow me to offer my

sincerest condolences

for the loss of your brother.

- Oh... Thank you.

I got the flowers that you sent.

They were beautiful.

- You've been with us

almost 10 years now.

- Yes, sir.

- I trust you understand

the various fiduciary duties we

have as a university.

- Of course.

- Someery wealthy,

very influential people

have entrusted us,

not only with the higher

education of their children,

but often with

substantial endowments.

This is about Alexa, isn't it?

- I can only imagine how

difficult this must be for you,

but we can't have

a member of our staff

accosting students on campus.

- She's responsible for my brother's death.

- And we certainly cannot make

unsupported allegations.

I get it.

Money talks.

- This isn't a matter of money.

It's a matter of proper conduct.

As one of the most esteemed

schools in the country,

we must hold ourselves

to the highest of standards.

(footsteps)

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Hey, what's up?

- Natalie left.

- What do you mean, she left?

- Someone saw her leaving earlier.

She had a bag packed.

- Dad? I didn't see

your truck out there.

- Natalie.

- Where's my dad?

- There was an emergency

at one of his buildings.

We were right

in the middle of Chinatown.

- I'm going to go

grab some food.

- We made lasagna, let me heat

some up for you.

Your father does nothing but

rave about you, you know.

He couldn't be more proud.

He exaggerates.

I doubt that.

I know we haven't talked much,

but I want you to know that

I care about your father

very much.

He's the... kindest, sweetest,

most honest man I've ever met.

The way he talks about you, your

passion, your integrity...

I would never do anything

to hurt him, or you.

Never.

I'm gonna go...

- No... I mean,

you don't have to.

He'd want you to stay.

(TV playing)

Dad?

Hey.

Got any hot chocolate?

Yeah, come on.

So I take it you two talked.

Yeah.

She's all right, I guess.

- I know, I'm just glad

you think so too.

- I'm happy to see you and all,

but what are you doing here?

- I just needed

to clear my head.

There's this boy I met...

Uh-oh. Boy trouble already?

He... died.

What happened?

- There was an accident.

A car accident.

- Wait, I think I read about

this in the paper.

Kid ran varsity track.

You knew him?

Not very well, but yeah.

- Said there were drugs

involved.

That's what I heard.

- I'm afraid you're going to see

a lot of that in college.

- Yeah, I saw a lot

of that in high school.

How long can you stay?

- Just 'til tomorrow, I have

class in the afternoon.

I'll drive you.

Thanks, Dad.

So... that's the whole story.

(Nikki):
Ok, well...

Like, say you do the right thing

and tell the truth.

What's the worst case

scenario?

Some of the girls blame me.

I get expelled,

maybe even go to jail.

Well, if you weren't involved,

then there's no evidence

that you were, right?

- We were out that night.

I mean, he called me.

And I already lied

about knowing him.

- Well, you can't be the only

one with a conscience.

Like, can't you get one of the

other girls to back you?

- No. I mean, they're all

either too loyal

or too scared.

I never should have gone along

with the whole thing.

- And you never should have

pledged to that stupid sorority.

But you're not responsible

for this kid's death.

- It's just all the stories my

mom used to tell me

about Delta Psi, and how they

supported each other

and helped each other...

These b*tches have

twisted it all around.

So...

What do we do about this?

Well, dj vu.

I know, right?

- Nat, I get the feeling there's

something you're not telling me.

It's complicated.

Anything I can do?

- No.

- Is there anything you can do?

- That's where it

gets complicated.

- Well, when things get

complicated, I like to simplify them.

I wish it were that easy.

I didn't say it was easy.

You know, doing the right thing

rarely ever is.

- How did you know it was about

doing the right thing?

- 'Cause I know you, and I know

that look on your face.

Just like your mom

used to get.

Look, just know that

whatever you do,

I'll be there for you.

Thanks, Dad.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hello?

Can we talk?

Sure.

- Then I guess he must have gone

back to his car,

and by then, I mean,

there was nothing I could do.

And you really didn't know

what Alexa was up to?

I never would have been a part

of something like

that on purpose,

even if I hated the guy - and I

liked Sumner, I really did.

- And you're going to tell this

all to the police?

- I will, but I think it might be better

if I can find someone else to back me up.

- Those girls will never do it.

- There's one that might. (cell phone ringing)

- (Leanna):
They're meeting again.

Doesn't look good. - I see.

Yeah, we're going to have

to put an end to this.

Should we prepare the package?

- Yeah, I'll let you know

when they're ready.

(Leanna hanging up)

You can't go to the police.

- I have to. We have to!

- No way.

- You said yourself, you didn't know what

they had planned. - No one's going to

believe me. Or you. OK?

These b*tches mean business.

- So do I.

- Look...

When I was making the brownies,

Alexa had her camera.

She'll make it look like you and

I set up Sumner together.

- Unbelievable.

- It's what she does.

Gets dirt on people and then uses it

as leverage to get whatever she wants.

- Well, I'm sorry,

but I have to do this.

- I really thought

we were friends.

- Orange jacket, burgundy bag.

That's her.

- Natalie Kellison?

- Yes?

- We need to search you.

- Search me for what?

Hand over the bag, please.

Raise your arms for me, please.

What's going on?

What are those?

- You tell us.

It's not mine.

Stop, it's not mine. Stop!

- (officer):
Save your stories

for the police.

- (student):
Don't

tase me, dude!

(students laughing)

Dad?

- Case number 14539-2,

Natalie Jean Kellison,

possession of controlled

substances.

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