Gossip Page #5

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And I made you believe it.

He never touched you.

That's insane.

Yeah. It is insane.

But the thing is, Naomi,

I still know you so well.

And I knew you'd fall for it.

You'd hear that story and your

imagination would start running.

And you'd think,

"I got raped again by my boyfriend.

Somebody I loved.

Somebody I trusted. "

You didn't know both times it was me.

Here you go.

Just like old times?

Mind if I keep this?

I have such fond memories.

F***ing a**hole!

What happened to you?

What? Oh.

I had a little showdown with

the lovely Naomi Preston last night.

Things got a little heated.

You told her?

- Yeah.

- And what did she say?

She was cool with it.

I got something for your wall.

You'll love this.

Did you guys hear what happened?

No, we just got up.

Naomi Preston's dead.

What?

They found her body this morning.

She killed herself.

- Oh, my God!

- Wait. Shut up, Jones.

Are you sure about this?

It's all over campus.

Sh*t.

They think maybe she....

It was an accident, because she was

drinking a lot and taking pills.

This is our fault.

Oh, please, Jones.

You can't drive a person

to kill themselves.

Naomi's weak.

She's always been weak.

- Yeah?

- I've been banging for five minutes.

I was in the bathroom.

Who are you?

I'm Detective Curtis.

You Derrick Webb?

Yeah, that's me.

What can I do for you?

- Can I come in?

- Absolutely.

I'd take the keys out of

the door if I was you.

Sh*t.

Roommates.

I'm here investigating the death

of a young student...

...Naomi Preston.

Naomi Preston, yeah.

I heard about that.

Can I make you some coffee?

Yeah, I'd like that.

So you didn't say.

Did you know her?

Well, we went to high school together.

Did you see her last night?

No.

Listen, I talked to a Beau Edson.

He says he saw you go into

her dorm last night.

He said that?

Well, Beau Edson's an a**hole.

You know he's under investigation

for raping Naomi.

Yes, I know.

If anyone pushed her

to commit suicide, it was him.

This is a homicide investigation.

Homicide?

I'm sorry.

I heard she killed herself.

We're not 100% sure what happened.

We have a dead body,

and there was a struggle.

How'd you get the scratch

on your face?

I was in a fight.

With Beau.

He looks worse than you do.

I was defending myself.

I mean, he jumped me.

Is that how you got

the bite on your hand?

Yeah, it is.

So you're saying Beau

may have done this?

No, I didn't say that.

I'll get back to you.

They can't really think

he did anything.

Then why are they asking questions

about where he was?

If he needs our help,

let's give it to him.

Travis, we could be named accessories!

What's going on?

They talked to me.

That detective asked where you were

the night of Naomi's murder.

- They don't know it was a murder.

- It's what they think!

What'd you tell him?

I told him you were over there.

You told me.

What?!

Are you a complete idiot, Jones?

How was I supposed to know you lied?

- He says you said you weren't there.

- You should have told him...

What?

I should've lied for you?

Which lie was I supposed to tell?

You told so many. If you'd bothered

to tell the truth, maybe...

Thank you for taking the position

of righteous indignation.

Why didn't you say you were there?

Your fingerprints have to be

all over the room.

Let's not forget who started

this little rumor.

You sent Naomi into a tailspin.

Curtis might like to know that.

You're such an a**hole.

I didn't kill her, Jones.

Then it won't matter that

I didn't lie for you.

F***!

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

They called and I'm supposed

to go down there.

Okay. Okay.

All right.

You tell them you went to see her

after I did, and she gave you this.

Why would she do that?

Just tell them that you were....

You told her about your art

and she wanted to help out.

So she gave you this picture.

Then you and I met for a drink.

What if they think I did it?

They're gonna... Are you serious?

No, there's no way.

You have absolutely no motive.

Travis, Naomi killed herself!

It's a suicide. We both know this is

an insane misunderstanding. We just...

It's too weird.

Wait, Travis. Listen to me.

Listen.

Do you trust me?

I do a lot for you, don't I?

Yeah.

The cops are making some serious

wrong accusations here.

You know? I mean, I just....

- I need your help.

- All right.

Will you help me? Cool. All right.

Enter!

Miss Jones.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

Well, as we all know,

the campus is abuzz...

...with the news of Naomi Preston's

untimely demise.

Now there's a juicy story.

A girl is raped by her boyfriend.

He's arrested, and she can't

take the pressure...

...so she drinks herself to death

with sleeping pills...

...or something tawdry and useless.

It's a real shocker.

We've all been having

quite a time with it.

You'll love this, because today we'll

talk about the genesis of these tales.

Where they get started,

why they get started.

Mr. Webb.

Perhaps you have some insights.

How do these stories get going?

I don't know. They just happen.

They just happen?

Is that the best you can do, Webb?

Lives are ruined, the campus is in

an uproar, and all you can say is:

"Sh*t happens"? I have to say,

usually you're a little more glib.

All that deep theory about...

...the Bible and human nature

and "Gossip is fun. "

Usually you have plenty to say.

I'd think you'd be proud of your

accomplishment, even brag about it.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

So what you're saying

is he made it up.

That's the rumor.

The date-rape scenario was

Mr. Webb's imagination...

...and we fell for it.

That's not what happened.

Why don't you tell us what happened.

Jones is the one who

started that rumor.

I was completely uninvolved.

She's dead, you a**hole.

That's not my fault.

Murderer. He's a murderer.

Listen to you people.

You told that story. Passed it around,

having the time of your lives.

You're the ones who are responsible.

Idiots.

I think you've proven your thesis.

"Gossip is loads of fun. "

Get out here, Jones.

What's going on here?

Warrant.

Are my roommates here?

Up on the roof.

- You told Goodwin?

- Yeah, I did.

- Do you know what this does?

- Cops know about Danbury.

They knew I asked about her.

- You got yourself into this!

- I won't take the fall for this.

If we had anything to do with

Naomi's death, we have to admit it.

You want to go it alone, okay.

But then get the hell

out of my apartment.

- Have you seen that before?

- Yeah, of course.

I saw this in Naomi's bedroom.

Officer Stevens just found

this in your sock drawer.

In my sock drawer?

No. This is my room up here.

That's my room.

That's Officer Stevens.

I have to show you something.

I admit, I should've told you

about this from the beginning...

...but I have a weakness

for my friends.

I wanted to protect Travis.

But he's clearly... He's just off.

Come look at this.

This guy has been obsessed with Naomi.

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