Lisa
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1989
- 95 min
- 125 Views
( tape rewinding )
( beep )
Woman:
Mary? Marsha.
Private sale at Maxfield's
on Saturday.
Doors open at nine.
Bring plastic. Bye.
( beep )
Man:
Hi, beautiful, it's Andy.
Don't worry,
I'm not canceling.
I just, uh,
want to ask you something.
Actually, I just want
to talk to you.
As a matter of fact,
I love talking to you
and seeing you and...
call me.
( beep )
Man:
Hi, Mary.
This is Richard.
I'm in your apartment...
and I'm going to kill you.
I LOVE YOU.
( gasping )
( bell rings )
READY?
I'M READY.
IS MR. WONDERFUL READY?
LOOK WHAT I DID -- TOM AND ME
ON OUR DATE LAST NIGHT.
SO YOU LET HIM:
GET TO FIRST BASE, HUH?
DID HE USE HIS TONGUE?
C'MON. WE GOTTA
MOVE OUR BUTTS.
I GOTTA BABY-SIT.
Girl:
HURRY UPAND CLOSE THE DOOR,
SOMEBODY.
WHY?
WHOA! RAD SHOES!
THEY'RE MY MOM'S.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
SHE LETS YOU:
BORROW HER STUFF.
WHY NOT? SHE ALWAYS
BORROWS MY CLOTHES.
CAN YOU IMAGINE MY MOTHER
BORROWING MY STUFF?
YOUR MOM LOOKS LIKE WHAT A MOM
Girl:
GOD, HOW CAN YOU GUYS EVEN READ
ABOUT THE CANDLELIGHT KILLER?
DID YOU BRING THE FILM
THIS TIME?
YEAH, BUT ARE YOU SURE
HE'LL BE THERE?
THAT'S WHY WE MISSED HIM.
WEND, YOU'RE LOPSIDED.
( engine roars )
Woman:
STOP!!!( tires screech )
LOOK!
I GOT IT! COME ON!
WHA--
HEY!
( phone rings )
GOOD AFTERNOON,
DESIGNS BY KATHERINE.
HI, SARAH.
OH, HI, LIS'!
YOUR MOM:
JUST STEPPED OUT.
HOW'D YOUR DATE
GO LAST NIGHT?
( mirthless chuckle )
NOT MY TYPE.
NICE, THOUGH.
A HANDSOME HUNK OF A MAN, TOO.
IT JUST DIDN'T CLICK.
YOU SHOULD PASS HIM ON
TO MY MOM.
YEAH, THAT'LL BE THE DAY.
SO WHO ARE YOU:
IN LOVE WITH THIS WEEK?
OH, I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE GEORGE MICHAEL.
BEYOND CUTE, HUH?
( giggling:
)YEAH, YOU BETTER WATCH OU FOR THOSE GUYS
WHO BLEACH THEIR HAIR
AND WEAR EARRINGS.
HE DOES NOT BLEACH HIS HAIR.
HA HA HA!
LOOK, I'D BETTER GO.
COULD YOU TELL MY MOM
THAT I WAS HOME,
I PICKED UP THE DRY CLEANING,
AND I'M GOING OVER TO WENDY'S?
MMM, CHECK-IN NOTED.
I'LL TALK TO YOU
TOMORROW, KIDDO.
OKAY? BYE-BYE.
HI, GUY,
WHAT'S UP?
OH, YOU JUS MISSED LISA.
I SWEAR, THAT LITTLE GIRL
IS GONNA BREAK SOME HEARTS.
WHAT'D SHE SAY?
A BOY AT SCHOOL?
HA HA! NO.
GEORGE MICHAEL.
HA HA HA!
SHE'S JUST A KID.
( buzzer )
( door opens )
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
RALPH, TELL WENDY I'M HERE.
WENDY'S NOT HERE.
SHE'S DEAD.
I KILLED HER.
( scary voice:
)I'M THE CANDLELIGHT KILLER.
WENDY!
Wendy:
RALPH,GET OUT OF HERE!
COME ON! I JUST GOT THE NUMBER
OF THE DMV IN CULVER CITY.
WE HAVEN'T USED THEM YET.
( both giggle )
( intercom buzzes )
ADAMS. VEHICLE I.D.
( sexy voice :
)HELLO, IS THIS THE SUPERVISOR?
YES, MA'AM.
I'VE SPOKEN
TO SEVERAL PEOPLE
WHO WORK UNDER YOU,
AND THEY'VE ALL SAID
THAT THEY DIDN' HAVE THE AUTHORITY
TO HELP ME OUT.
THAT'S WHY I'VE ASKED TO SPEAK
THAT'S USUALLY
THE CASE, MA'AM.
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
WELL, YOU SEE,
SOMEBODY HIT MY CAR
WHILE IT WAS PARKED.
HIT AND RUN'S
A POLICE MATTER,
DOESN'T COME UNDER
THIS DEPARTMENT.
OH, NO, NO.
IT WASN'T HIT AND RUN.
THE GENTLEMEN WHO DID I WAS VERY CONSIDERATE,
AND HE LEFT ME A NOTE
WITH HIS NAME,
TELEPHONE NUMBER,
AND A SWEET APOLOGY.
BUT GUESS WHAT?
I LOST THE NOTE.
I, UH, I DON'T SEE HOW
I CAN HELP YOU.
EXCUSE ME?
YOU LITTLE BRAT!
GET OUT OF HERE!
ARE YOU STILL THERE?
GET OUTTA HERE!
UH, YES, YES.
THAT WAS --
THAT WAS MY SECRETARY.
THE ONE THING:
I DO REMEMBER FROM THE NOTE
WAS THE LICENSE PLATE NUMBER.
IT WAS ONE OF THOSE
PERSONALIZED PLATES.
IT WAS "WANT MORE."
COULD YOU PLEASE
RUN THAT FOR ME?
"W-N-T M-O-R-E."
( whispers:
)Does he have it?
( taps keyboard )
I'M SORRY, I CAN'T DO THAT.
I SUGGEST YOU:
CALL THE POLICE.
OKAY. MR. ADAMS,
LET ME BE:
I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU
THE WHOLE STORY.
IT WASN'T MY CAR.
IT WAS MY FRIEND'S CAR.
I BORROWED IT,
AND SHE SEES THIS DENT,
IT'LL BE LIKE...
HA HA HA HA!
OHH, YOU KNOW, I WOULD REALLY
LIKE TO HELP YOU OUT, BUT --
MR. ADAMS,
I UNDERSTAND THE PRESSURES
ON A MAN IN YOUR POSITION,
BUT NO ONE WILL:
EVER HAVE TO KNOW.
IF I HADN'T LOST THE NOTE,
I NEVER WOULD HAVE
HAD TO CALL YOU.
UH...
( tapping keyboard )
ALL RIGHT.
THANK YOU, MR. ADAMS.
YOU REALLY:
MADE MY DAY.
( both shriek with delight )
THANK YOU, MAGNUM P.I.
AND MY PARENTS SAY
WE DON'T LEARN ANYTHING FROM TV.
YOU KNOW, LISA,
WE COULD TOTALLY
BE PRIVATE EYES:
IF WE WANTED TO.
SO WHAT'S
MY STUD MUFFIN'S NAME?
ROBERT TRAVIS.
CALL HIM.
NO. YOU CALL HIM.
NO WAY, LISA.
I MEAN, YOU SOUND
JUST LIKE YOUR MOM.
I SOUND LIKE A KID.
( phone rings )
HELLO?
OH, HI.
( whispers )
FRIDAY NIGHT?
YEAH.
YEAH, SURE,
THAT SOUNDS FUN.
LISA?
ERIC WANTS TO:
GO OUT WITH LISA?
( whispering )
UM, WELL...
I'LL-I'LL TALK TO HER.
OKAY?
OKAY.
CALL ME BACK. BYE.
OH, MY GOD, LISA!
THIS IS SO UNBELIEVABLE!
I CANNOT BELIEVE IT.
THAT WAS NICK RIVALDI CALLING.
HE ASKED ME OUT,
I HAVE MY FIRST DATE!
AND ERIC WANTS TO
GO OUT WITH YOU, TOO,
WHICH MEANS WE CAN DOUBLE!
THIS IS SO EXCITING!
YEAH,
JUST MAKE THE PLANS
FOR TWO YEARS:
FROM FRIDAY NIGHT.
YOU DON'T HAVE
TO TELL YOUR MOM.
YOU WERE COMING OVER HERE
YEAH, AND THEN
SHE TALKS TO YOUR MOM
AND I'M DEAD.
BESIDES,
I CAN'T LIE TO HER.
WE TELL EACH OTHER EVERYTHING.
YOU DON'T TELL HER
ABOUT THE SCRAPBOOK
AND FOLLOWING GUYS.
SHE DOESN'T HAVE
TO KNOW ABOUT THAT.
THAT'S NOT FOR REAL.
LISA, COME ON.
I CANNOT BELIEVE
YOUR MOTHER'S REALLY SERIOUS
ABOUT THE SIXTEEN THING.
SHE'S SO COOL
ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE.
SHE LETS YOU SWEAR,
WEAR HER CLOTHES --
SHE TREATS YOU:
LIKE A BEST FRIEND.
LISA, YOU REALLY
GOTTA DEAL WITH HER.
BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE TO WAI TILL YOUR SIXTEEN TO DATE,
EVERYBODY'S GONNA
THINK YOU'RE WEIRD.
( crying softly )
HI, GUY, I'M HOME!
UH-OH, A LOCKED DOOR.
LET'S SEE,
IT'S NOT REPORT CARD TIME...
GEORGE MICHAEL:
HONEY?
UH-OH.
SERIOUS, HUH?
WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?
NO?
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.
WHY DON'T YOU AND I
MAKE SOME DINNER?
AND I'LL LET YOU
PEEL THE ONIONS:
SINCE YOUR EYES:
ARE ALREADY RED.
OKAY?
( sighs )
( onions sizzle )
Katherine:
...ONLY I DON'T KNOW
WHO THE HELL:
I'M TALKIN' TO, RIGHT?
SO HE SAID, "YOU DON' REMEMBER ME, DO YA?"
WHAT'D YOU SAY?
I SAID, "UH, WELL,
"I'M NOT SURE."
AND HE SAID, "WHAT,
THERE'S SO MANY MEN
"IN YOUR LIFE
YOU CAN'T REMEMBER ME?"
NOW I'M GETTING ANGRY.
BUT I DON'T WANT TO INSULT HIM
IN CASE HE'S A CUSTOMER.
SO HE SAYS, "WELL,
IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME,
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