The Crush Page #2

Synopsis: Nick Eliot, a 28 year old newspaper reporter moves in the guest house of the Forresters'. Everything goes fine until he meets Adrienne, the Forresters' only child, a 14 year old girl. She develops a crush on him. When he ignores her advances, she's rebuffed and willing to kill him.
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Alan Shapiro
Production: Warner Home Video
  2 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
26%
R
Year:
1993
89 min
3,005 Views


Hi, Mr. Fogel!

Hello, Adrian!

How'd you get in?

It ain't Fort Knox.

Adrian, you can't do that.

It worked, though, didn't it?

Poor Nick.

You have such a terrible time

with the objective case,

and your split infiinitives

put such a stress on the adverb.

You just can't

go around doing that.

It isn't right.

I just wanted you to like me.

Ofcourse I like you.

Then take me for a ride.

Now?

Just for a little while.

There's a place

I want to show you.

I...I don't know.

Please?

Come on, I want to show you.

Adrian.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Look, I'm sorry

about the article,

and I won't do it again.

Look, I know I'm not

the world's greatest writer,

but, uh, believe me,

it's hard to take being bettered

by a 1 4-year-old kid.

It's okay really.

No, it's not.

You don't know how hard it is

for me to make friends.

My parents made me skip

two grades in school.

My only friend is Cheyenne,

and it's only because...

my mom and her mom

went to college together,

so she kind of has to.

It's like everybody thinks

I'm some kind offreak or something,

like I'm crazy.

Hey, hey.

Come on.

We can be friends.

You don't have to.

I know I don't have to.

It's not a ''have to''

kind ofthing.

That's better.

Please don't be afraid of me.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What?

What?

We got to go.

Nick.

Come on, come on.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

I love you, Mommy.

= You can taste that =

= Ifyou want =

= Mmm =

= You can taste that =

= Ifyou want =

= Mmm =

= You can taste that ifyou want =

= You can taste that =

= Ifyou want =

= Mmm =

= You can taste that =

= Ifyou want =

= Mmm =

= You can taste that ifyou want ==

[Laughter]

Nicholas, darling!

Oh, hi, Adrian.

This is my friend Amy.

Hi.

My landlord's kid.

Hi.

See ya.

''Nicholas''?

My ''darling''?

[Laughs]

Wow.

[Laughs]

= Baby, can't you see... ==

Nick?

Yeah?

You won't believe who's here.

Who?

Oh, my God.

Michael--ha ha ha--hi.

Jeez, I--I thought you knew

it was a barbecue.

I wanted to tell you personally.

I've been on the phone

with the lawyers.

Robert Levansky wants

to speak with you.

You're kidding.

There's a meeting.

There'll be an exclusive.

You're part ofthe deal.

Very good.

But why?

I don't know.

Frankly, I don't care.

Maybe something in the article

impressed him.

Ah, yes.

Um...here.

A gift.

Oh...

thankyou.

That's a very fiine bottle ofwine.

I'd let it breathe

for at least an hour.

As you were.

''As you were''?

Well, uh...

wine and marshmallows, anyone?

- Yay!

- Yeah!

- Yay!

Here. We need some sticks.

Okay. I'll scout the orchard.

[Click]

Ow.

[Buzzing]

Ahh!

F***.

Hi.

You scared me.

What are you doing?

Um...

sticks for marshmallows, you know?

But those bees.

Wasps.

Yellowjackets...

genus Vespula .

They all sting.

Bees won't botheryou

unless you bother them.

Wasps are different.

They're territorial,

and they're social.

Social?

Like they want to be friends?

Like they attack in groups.

We should leave.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Hey, looks like Nick

made a friend.

She's pretty.

She's like a model.

Ifyou like that kind ofthing.

Oh, don't worry, Amy.

Some guys really like girls

with small breasts.

What's with your friend Adrian?

I thought you guys

were hitting it off.

Yeah. I know,

but she gives me the creeps.

She'sjust a kid.

She's got a crush on you.

Don't be silly.

[Adrian] Hi. lt'sme.

Just thinking ofyou.

God, thatsounds corny.

Callme whenyou

get a sec, okay?

SayhitoAmy. Bye.

Nick, I've been there.

You have to be the adult.

You can't blur the line.

Are you saying I did something

to provoke this?

Well, did you?

No. Ofcourse not.

[Telephone Rings]

Hello?

Miss me?

Uh, hello, Adrian.

What you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

What am I always doing?

I'm working.

Aw, Nick.

Can't you come out and play?

No, Adrian.

I'm under deadline.

Guess what.

What?

Got my period.

I'm defiinitely not pregnant.

Not that I had

any reason to be.

Adrian...

Yeah?

Did you take my picture,

the one of me and my grandfather?

No. Why would I do that?

All right.

I'll talk to you later.

Adrian!

Hello?

Anybody home?

[Faucet Turns]

[Water Running]

Cliff.

Hi.

Nick, well, uh...

what are you doing here?

Oh, you mean, here?

Well, I wasjust, uh...

returning a book to Adrian.

She's upstairs.

Oh.

So, anyway,

I--I really got to get going.

Could you help me

get this upstairs?

I don't think my back's

going to make it.

Well, I--

It'll just take a minute.

Sure appreciate it.

You are a pal.

Uh, careful there, my man.

I don't need any lawsuits.

You know what I mean?

My little restoration project.

It's, um...

really something.

Yeah.

I had it shipped out here

from a carnival in Kansas

right after Adrian was born.

Dragged every damn piece up here

one at a time.

Want to see it work?

Sure.

[Music Plays In Slow Speed]

The motor's kind ofold.

It takes a while

to get up to speed.

Anyway...

[Music Stops]

you get the idea.

Plan was to turn

this whole attic

into a kind of playroom,

you know, for Adrian?

The only problem was

she never took to it.

Now I can't get

the damn thing down.

You know, Nick, Adrian's a...

very special girl.

Mm-hmm.

She's, um...

She's very bright.

This past year,

she's really, uh...

blossomed...

physically, I mean.

Mmm. I noticed.

You know, I swear to God,

not a night goes by

I don't lay awake

dreading that knock on the door.

You know what I'm talking about?

Not really.

Oh, some friggin' kid

will be standing there

with his hard-on

sticking out his pants.

Hope I don't go breaking it off.

Heh heh.

Yeah.

Hi, Daddy.

Huh? Oh, hi, sweetheart.

We werejust talking about you.

I didn't know

who was up here.

I was showing Nickyour carousel.

It's your carousel, Dad.

Remember, I ride real horses now?

Well, I really ought to get going.

Oh, Adrian,

what book did you loan Nick?

Book?

Oh.

Well, that must have been

WutheringHeights.

Did you like it?

Yes.

Very much.

Hmm.

WutheringHeights, huh?

Sounds femme to me.

Anyway, I--

Ahem.

I really ought to go.

Bye, Nick.

Thanks for returning the book.

Hi.

Can we talk?

Sorry?

I was wondering

ifwe could talk.

What do you want

to talk about?

Well, um...

I don't know.

To tell you the truth,

it's--it's a little awkward.

Uh...

would you mind stopping that?

Why?

Never mind.

I hardly know where to begin.

I--I guess

what I want to say is...

I really like you, Adrian.

I really like you, too.

No, I--I mean, as a friend.

I mean, let's face it.

You're 1 4.

I'm 28.

That's a big difference.

Whateveryou say.

No. No. Seriously, Adrian.

Now, I want you to know

you can count on me.

I'll always be your friend,

no matter what, okay?

Okay.

Like that night up

at the lighthouse

when we kissed?

Now, that was a mistake, Adrian.

Was sneaking in to watch me

undress a mistake?

Hmm?

Nick...

ever do a virgin?

What?

I know you want to.

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Alan Shapiro

Alan R. Shapiro (born February 18, 1952 in Boston, Massachusetts) is an American poet and professor of English and creative writing program at the University of North Carolina, in Chapel Hill. He is the author of numerous poetry books, including Tantalus in Love, Song and Dance, and Dead Alive and Busy. In addition to poetry, Shapiro has also published two personal memoirs, Vigil and The Last Happy Occasion. more…

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