Death Clique Page #6

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What about at Ashley's house?

Did they look there?

They found nothing.

Ms. Tralman,

over here, Ms. Tralman!

Did you know Sara Cowan?

Ashley,

why do you think your friend

would want to murder Sara Cowan?

I don't know.

I can't imagine how anyone

would do something like that,

especially to their best friend.

How do you know she did it?

- Paul?

- Yeah.

Come here.

...after a judge declared...

What is it?

Take a look at this.

They let Ashley go.

What?

...is solely responsible

for the murder of 17-year-old

high school student Sara Cowan.

The unidentified teenage

suspect is currently

being held at

the women's detention facility

in downtown Los Angeles.

So what did you tell them?

What you told me...

that you were here

and Jade went out.

Well, it seems you finally

did something right.

What are you doing?

Buying myself

a new pair of shoes.

The State of

California has been rocked

by the news

of a local teen's arrest,

accused of murdering

her best friend,

17-year-old Sara Cowan.

Initially presumed a runaway,

the victim was found

in a downtown warehouse

stabbed to death

Monday afternoon.

Earlier today, the teen entered

a plea of not guilty...

Hey.

Those the new leopard kicks?

Yeah.

They're pretty hot.

Thanks.

- Hey.

- What do you want?

Hey, easy.

I just want to know

if it's true.

- What's true?

- That, uh...

that you were involved

with killing Sara.

Why, what have you heard?

Just that Jade said

that you did it, and not her.

- What's it to you?

- Nothing.

I just think it'd be

kind of cool to go to the dance

with someone who is all over

the news.

Okay, I'll go.

But just so you know,

I'm not a suspect.

What?

I don't believe this.

What have you kids got there?

Just a good old soda pop.

What's wrong,

Mr. Ramirez?

You don't seem

like you're having fun.

Maybe because I think this dance

should have been canceled

out of respect

for your classmate.

Maybe teach you kids

some remorse.

Tina!

Tina, I have to talk to you!

Do you want to get out of here

and hang out somewhere else?

In a little bit.

Hey.

Hey.

This dance is sort of weak.

Yeah, they always are.

Do you want to go out back,

have a drink?

Actually, I gotta go.

Every moment...

Means nothing

If you're not here

to share it with me...

Hey.

Let's go.

I already told you,

Ashley was home that night.

Actually, you didn't tell me.

Ashley did.

Well, I don't

know what you want from me.

I want you to put yourself

in my shoes,

as a mother

who just lost her daughter

and is desperately trying

to find out what happened.

I know you said

Sara had good manners.

But she was also warm and kind,

and she loved her family.

But if she ever hurt anyone,

I would be the first person

to step up

and make sure

she took responsibility,

no matter how much it hurt

me or Sara.

It's our job as mothers

to make sure

we raise good people,

no matter how hard that is.

Tina...

I saw how Ashley treated you,

and it's not gonna stop.

And maybe you think you failed,

but you only did if you don't

tell the truth

and stand up to her

and be the mother she needs.

Whoa, what are you doing?

Hey, relax.

I'll get you home by curfew.

Oh!

You bit me.

You're lucky that's all I did.

B*tch.

Hey, you're...

you're home early.

'Cause there's nothing

better to do.

- What's wrong with you?

- Hmm?

Nothing.

- What you doing?

- I need a new pair of shoes.

I thought you just bought

some new shoes.

I did.

These are for a friend.

What happened to the old ones?

I saw you washing them.

What happened?

- What do you care?

- I saw the blood.

Was it Sara's?

What the hell are you doing?

Telling the truth.

I saw both you and Jade

come home that night,

not just Jade.

You don't know what you saw,

you were drunk.

No, no, I know what I saw,

and I'm not lying, not anymore.

Look at you.

You don't know anything.

Sitting here,

collecting your welfare checks,

drinking your cheap wine.

Who's gonna listen to you, huh?

No one.

Because you're not gonna open

that drunk mouth of yours

to anyone, got it?

You're just like your father.

Self-entitled son of a...

I am your mother, Ashley!

And I've had enough!

You call yourself a mother?

Look at you, you're pathetic!

I should have put you out

of your misery a long time ago.

Like you did that poor girl?

Yeah, that's right.

You liked Sara.

Poor, sweet Sara.

Such good manners she had.

But oh, so weak.

Stabbing someone to death

hardly makes you strong.

- Shut up.

- It's over, Ashley.

Because as soon as I tell

the police the truth...

It's not over!

Because if you say anything,

I swear...

I'll kill you,

just like I killed

that stupid b*tch Sara.

No, you won't.

Because your mother's right.

It's over, Ashley.

- You set me up?

- I heard every word.

Yeah, well, it's your word

against mine.

No one's gonna

believe you anyway.

Get out of my house.

I heard it, too.

You are under arrest

for the murder of Sara Cowan.

Oh, oh!

Ashley, stop!

Ashley!

No, no, no, no, stop!

No, it was Jade!

It was Jade, I saw her come in.

She had blood on her...

She had blood

all over her shirt.

Give it up, Ashley!

Mommy!

No, Mom, Mom!

Please, tell them, tell them

it wasn't me, tell them!

Look, I didn't

mean what I said, okay?

I was just pissed at my mom.

Mom, tell them

it wasn't me, okay?

Tell them it wasn't me!

Why did you kill my little girl?

Tell me.

I don't know.

You can't do that.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

Tell them the truth, Mom.

If you cannot afford

an attorney,

one will be appointed for you.

Mom, tell them the truth.

Do you understand

the rights I have read to you?

Get off of me!

Get off!

Get off!

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