Hard Candy Page #4

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What you do is work

with teenage girls, put them at ease

so they can trust you

with all their secrets.

No, that's not what I was doing.

Janelle's birthday.

Janelle's phone number.

Janelle's phone number backwards.

You're an honor student.

Try every possible combination

of numbers.

Should only take you

the rest of the week,

if you figure in breaks for meals.

Or I...

Or I could just try

March 19th.

March 19th. First with Janelle.

What's this, Jeff?

You are lensman319 after all.

Was this the first photo session

or the first time you banged her?

Or was that the same thing?

Hm. What year would that have been?

Nope.

How sentimental you are.

What's so special

about these photos?

This is what they make

those federal laws for, Jeff.

This is officially sick.

What makes this girl

so special?

Why does she get

to keep her clothes on?

I recognize this girl.

Hayley?

Where are you?

Oh, f***!

Welcome back.

I'm sorry to expose you like this.

It's not about sex,

although I have to admit...

you are built.

I never touched you.

I was trying

to hold you off me

while I called the cops.

Would you have shown them this?

Why do you have a picture

of Donna Mauer in your safe?

And have you seen her,

because no one else has.

I did meet Donna for coffee.

I took a shot of her

to make her happy.

So how happy did you make her?

Look at her.

She's fully dressed.

You can see the coffee shop

behind her.

I never brought her home.

So, what?

You just said,

"See you later, kid.

It's been fun. "

You could have thrown this away.

You didn't.

You needed to hang on to it.

You could have talked

to the police.

- You're right.

- Yeah.

Or maybe you had something to hide,

like the extensive kiddy porn collect...

Look. I'm not the monster

you think I am.

But okay, I... crossed a line.

Just call the cops.

I'll turn myself in.

A cute pedophile pleads guilty.

"But, oh, it's not his fault.

He's sick.

He has an addiction. "

I'll do jail. Isn't that

what should happen?

Yeah, you might.

You might get jail time.

I don't know...

Therapy, drugs,

group discussions, notifying people

when you move into a new house.

- How bad is that, really?

- It'll ruin my career, my life.

Didn't Roman Polanski

just win an Oscar?

So why the ice?

I read the psych profile

about the person who took Donna Mauer.

Said he's a loner.

Thinks he's pretty damn bright

and as powerful as a teenage girl.

He's gonna strike again.

Kind of sounds a lot like you.

It's not me!

Maybe not, but...

Those photos that I found

and the way you let me get drunk...

You're a headline

waiting to happen.

Everybody will be safer

if I do a little preventive maintenance.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- I have to shave you down here.

I can't have any hair

on the incision site, right?

What?

I've been going in my dad's

medical library at school

and, um, well, you said

I was pretty bright, right?

I think I'm smart enough

to perform a successful castration.

No!

- Please.

- No! Ow!

Okay, okay.

I guess you're not numb enough yet.

What should we talk about

while we're waiting?

"Dear Janelle.

My name is Hayley Stark.

I hope you don't mind me

writing you like this.

I met this guy

that I think you know... Jeff Kohlver.

He's so cute.

Well, he seems to really like me.

He even asked me over

to his place to do some photography,

and I am so excited about this

because, well,

for a 14 year old like me,

this could be a huge break,

you know?"

And here I put in a little smiley face icon.

"Thing is,

and I've tried to pretend this isn't the case,

but he talks about you a lot,

and I have this ooky feeling

he's still in love with you.

I'm pretty sweet on him too,

but I don't want to go crazy

over him if there's some chance

that you two

might get back together.

So, so, so, so,

I found your e-mail address

in his PDA,

and I thought I'd just ask.

Is this insane?

Am I insane?

Is Jeff?

And this other girl

he talks about all the time.

Her name is... Donna Mauer.

Do you know anything about her?

I found these photos on his computer but,

silly me, I can't figure out how to open them,

but I'm attaching them to this note.

Are they pictures of you or Donna?

Anyhoo, thanks a mil.

Your complete honesty

will be "mucho" appreciated.

Love and peace, Hayley. "

I tried to make it sound as innocent

and moronic as possible.

How do you think I did?

Fine.

Guess I'll just send it

and that'll be that.

You're getting yourself

in terrible trouble.

Oh, and how's that?

If you cut me in any way,

you won't forget it.

It changes you when

you hurt somebody.

And you speak from experience,

I guess.

I've just lived.

Unlike you.

The things you do wrong...

They haunt you.

Tell me what you're haunted by.

You wanna remember this day

when you're with a guy on a date?

Or on your wedding night?

'Cause I promise you,

you will.

Don't do that to yourself.

Wow.

You know, that is so thoughtful.

You are speaking to me

so selflessly.

I mean, you just don't want me

to castrate you for my own benefit?

Wow, I'm touched.

Jeff.

Why don't we imagine

someone saying the same thing to you

at a random moment?

Imagine that, when you

downloaded this little girl...

I was sitting by your side saying,

"Stop. Don't do that to yourself. "

Would you have listened?

Stop.

Don't do that to yourself.

Stop.

Don't do that to yourself.

Stop.

Stop.

You are good and numb, aren't you?

F*** off.

Your conversational skills

are really deteriorating as the day goes on.

Seriously. It turns out that castration

is the easiest surgical procedure around,

and thousands of farm boys across

the country guild their own livestock.

So I figure, if they can do it, then I can

pull it off, if you know what I mean.

I'm not f***ing livestock.

You keep telling yourself that, stud.

Help!

Help!

Look, that wasn't necessary.

You b*tch.

No more wiggling.

Does your mother know

you cut off men's balls?

I've never done it before today, but...

Maybe I'll tell her

when I get home,

see what she says.

"Hayley, I knew you needed

a science fair project, but really... "

So you and your mom

are both whacked.

I don't know. That's that whole

nature versus nurture question, isn't it?

Was I born a cute, vindictive

little b*tch or...

did society make me that way?

I go back and forth on that.

I'll be done in a sec.

I'm almost done.

There's money in the safe.

- So?

- So you could take it.

Take the camera equipment.

Take whatever you want!

I am.

You really can't talk me

out of this by bribing me, okay?

How... How can I?

What? Talk me out of it?

I don't know.

I haven't thought about that.

You know what? I need

to sterilize this before we start.

Do you want me to use

the vodka,

or do you have

another alcohol you wanna offer me?

Okay.

Okay, all that scraping I did...

The blood probably rushed back in.

I have to numb you out a bit more, okay?

I'll be right back.

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