The Crush Page #3

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
2,987 Views


Now, look.

Let's avoid any confusion here.

I'll make this very simple foryou.

You're too young for me.

There's nothing between us.

Nothing.

Hmm.

Wait till you see this.

I can't believe

you bought me a car.

I didn't.

I won't feel

any different about you.

I didn't buy you a car.

Then what's the surprise?

Wait right here.

Okay. Grab an end.

You ready?

Never been so ready.

Huh?

Check it out.

Factory paint.

I got matching vinyl interior.

This is one of

the fiinest pieces of iron

ever came out of Detroit.

Sugar?

Well, um...

ifyou didn't, uh,

actually see her--

is that right?

No, I didn't actually see her.

So you're not absolutely certain.

Well, no, I'm...

not absolutely.

But--But I do feel--

But I--I just...

I just feel very strongly

that she did this.

Mm-hmm.

Hi. I'm going out with Cheyenne.

Hi, Nick.

Adrian...

I have a question.

Hmm?

Did you scratch up Nick's car?

Why would I do that?

Got to go.

Bye.

Well, uh, that's that, then.

Can I have some ofthat newspaper?

Not the crossword.

Hey, Cheyenne.

I--I need to talk to you...

about Adrian.

What?

Not now.

Meet me in back ofthe orchard

at 7:
00 when the streetlights come on.

Cheyenne, wait.

Wait.

Hi, Cheyenne.

Why are you so slow?

Everybody asks me that.

Cheyenne, come on!

We're waiting!

Sh*t.

Don't worry.

Go get dressed.

I'll take care of Buttercup.

Thanks.

Sure.

Keep a feel of her

through the triple.

That's good.

Just relax.

Thanks for helping me

tack her up.

Sure.

Good.

Adrian, let's go!

Bye. Good luck.

Good luck.

Cheyenne, you're up!

[Clucks]

[Whinnying]

Keep her steady.

Don't let her roll.

Go call Mr. Gassinger.

Willie, get after that horse.

Cheyenne, stay still.

Cheyenne, are you okay?

Oh!

Oh!

Hang on. Hold on.

[Cracking]

[Crack]

Cheyenne?

Adrian!

You scared the hell out of me.

Just out for a stroll?

I thought you were Cheyenne.

So now you like Cheyenne?

Don't be ridiculous.

Maybe you'd like to visit her

in the hospital.

Hospital?

What are you talking about?

Cheyenne took a little spill

at riding today.

I-Is she all right?

She'll be okay.

Itjust goes to show you, Nick,

you can never be too careful.

Go ahead.

I'll be right there.

Hi, Amy.

Hello, Adrian.

You know, I was wondering.

Have you ever been

out to the lighthouse?

You mean Shelter Point?

Yeah. Make-out place.

Not since high school.

It's nice.

You should defiinitely go.

Nick took me.

Maybe he'll take you sometime.

Hi.

Let me remind you

about the benefiit next Sunday--

mandatory attendance.

Nicholas, what do you got for us?

The printout should be here soon.

What was Levansky like?

Is it true about his hair?

Ha ha ha!

It was interesting.

I was sitting in

what must have been his den.

There were pictures were everywhere--

him with the governor,

the White House--

[Whispering]

Uh, excuse me one minute.

What is it?

It's blank.

What?

I don't know what to tell you.

There's nothing on it.

Something wrong, Eliot?

No, no. Um...

must have brought the wrong fiile.

It's okay.

I have plenty ofcopies at home.

I'll be right back.

[Beep]

[Beep]

[Beep]

[Telephone Rings]

Yeah?

It's gone, Amy.

The whole thing--

the interview, the disks,

my cassettes, my notes, everything.

She came in here

and completely f***ed me!

Whoa. What are you talking about?

Adrian. Who do you think?

The biggest story of my career,

and she-- she wipes me out.

What can I do?

I need you to cover for me

with Michael.

Can you do that?

Hello?

I'll try.

Great. Thanks...

And, Amy?

As soon as I fiinish

rewriting this thing,

I'm out of here for good.

Smart move, Eliot.

All right. Bye.

[Ring]

Yeah.

[Adrian]

I think we should talk.

[Ring]

F***.

[Ring]

Hi. l'm not in.

You knowtheprocedure.

[Beep]

Nick, this is pretty pathetic.

You're there.

Just answer.

Answer the f***ing phone.

[Beep]

[Beep]

[Beep]

Uhh!

Uhh!

You sure you want the Kryptonite?

It's 40 bucks extra.

[Beep]

Give me the Kryptonite.

But does it make me want

to read the magazine?

I can't understand it.

It's all in...

I found it.

Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Ifyou're going to use

this lettering,

use it right.

Make it simple, meaningful.

People are very simpleminded.

Treat them such.

Do it again.

I'll get a plumber to fiix the shower

and have my grandson

give you fresh paint.

First ofthe month sound okay?

I was hoping to move in this week,

if it's all right.

Why don't we let your check clear

and get that shower fiixed?

I'll let you know

fiirst thing next week.

Great. Thankyou,

Mrs. Tinkerman, really.

Hi.

Hey.

Brought you a present, Nick.

Cool.

I don't think we need to

let it breathe, do you?

No, I don't think so.

Looks like you took care ofeverything.

Pretty much.

If it's worth anything,

I'm glad you're moving.

You're glad.

I'm overjoyed.

Hey, Nick.

Yeah?

I got to askyou a question.

Shoot.

Next week, Michael's benefiit--

Are you going?

Well, we, uh... have to, right?

I want you to go with me.

What, you mean,

like together, on a date?

Okay. Never mind.

I know I shouldn't have--

No, no, no. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Whatever happened to, um...

''don't get your meat

where you lay your eggs'' thing?

Bread. Where you make your bread.

Bread, right.

Well...

I wouldn't want to...

see you slow dance with Samantha.

Mm-hmm.

Or some 1 3-year-old.

1 4.

Uh...wouldn't like that.

[Distant Banging]

[Banging And Grunting]

Adrian!

What are you doing?

Making lemonade.

Want some?

Hello, Adrian.

How are you today?

Fine.

That's good.

Hey, Amy.

What?

What did you do last night?

What do you mean?

I mean, you slept at Nick's,

didn't you?

Adrian...

Well, I mean, you didn't...

you know.

Adrian...

let me explain

a little something to you.

One day,

when you're all grown up

and you have a real relationship,

you'll realize your feelings

for Nick werejust a crush.

In fact,

I bet by the time school starts,

you'll have completely forgotten

all about him.

God, Amy...

when I grow up,

I hope I can be

just as smart as you.

Adrian...

go play.

[Coughing]

[Buzzing]

Oh, my God.

Aah!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, God!

No! No! No!

[Telephone Rings]

Hello.

Oh, hi, Michael.

No, no. I wasjust

going over a few things.

[Knock On Door]

Really?

Can I come in?

No. It's fiine.

What is it?

Sorry.

[Michael]

There's been an accident.

Just want to give you

the info on the competition.

Wh-What happened?

What?

Oh,Jesus!

Um...yeah.

Wh-Where is it?

Okay. I'll be right over.

All right. Bye.

What's wrong?

Uh...it's Amy.

She's at the hospital.

She's been in

some kind ofaccident.

Oh, Nick!

I'm so sorry.

Goodmorning, ladiesandgentlemen.

l'dlike to welcomeyou to the Regional

JuniorJumping Championships.

He literally cried on my shoulder.

Poor baby.

Broke my heart.

So how is she?

Oh...well,

they think she'll live, but...

I think it's brought

Nick and I a lot closer.

Well, you'll sit with him,

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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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