Hard Candy Page #7

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- I had to.

- Yeah?

- You would have been down there forever.

Were you jerkin' off?

Which do you wanna f*** first,

me or the knife?

- You know how to use that?

- Honor student, remember?

Nothing I can't do

when I put my mind to it.

Toss the knife in the backyard!

Why?

Or you'll shoot again?

Go on, shoot me.

You're not gonna shoot me!

It's not me you have to worry about.

It's Janelle.

I called her.

Told her I was Lieutenant Hayley

from the L.A.P.D.

How far does she live, Jeff?

Look over there.

Look over there!

The deal's still open.

You put the noose around your neck,

you end this whole game.

I will still clean up all the evidence.

You're running out of time!

Or we can wait for her.

I'll pull off my clothes,

and I will run into her arms.

What? Unless I hang myself?

I'll find you.

I'll track you down!

Assuming you knew anything about me.

Calabasas girl who's dad teaches

at UCW shouldn't be that hard to find.

You believed all that, huh?

Who are you?

It's hard to say for sure.

Maybe not a Calabasas girl.

Maybe not the daughter

of a med school professor.

- Maybe not even a friend of Donna Mauer.

- Maybe not even named Hayley.

Who the hell are you?

I am every little girl

you ever watched...

touched, hurt,

screwed, killed.

- She's gonna find it, Jeff.

- No.

She's gonna find it all. Put on the noose

and jump and I'll stop it.

She'll never find out.

She'll just think you were

some sad man

who she never

should have left.

Jeff?

Bad things...

F***ing awful things

will happen to you in prison.

This is the only way. You'll wish you'd killed

yourself when you had the chance.

It's the only way, Jeff.

Jeff!

I didn't kill her.

I just watched.

I wanted to take pictures...

but he wouldn't let me.

It was me and another guy.

I didn't do it.

I swear.

I'll tell you the name,

and I'll help you find him.

I'll help you find him.

I know his name.

I know his name, Jeff.

You know what's funny?

Jeff?

Aaron told me you did it

before he killed himself.

It was him.

It wasn't me.

Jeff.

I don't care.

Jeff?

Don't worry.

I promise I'll take care of it all.

Or not.

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