Wild Things 2

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l miss you.

Testing. Testing.

-Hey, Brit.

-Hey.

-How you doing?

-l'm okay.

Don't worry, sweetie.

lt'll be okay.

Your mom will always be with you.

Seniors.

Quiet down.

Seniors!

This party atmosphere

quite simply has to stop.

Move.

God, b*tch!

No wonder they held her back twice.

Maya, l heard Principal Mosster's

making you work the school paper.

Yeah, that or juvie.

Now, l'm joined today by Detective

Morrison and Coroner Haynes.

They're here to enlighten you

on the dangers of excess.

Now, listen up.

Detective.

-l can promise you all one thing.

-That this will be short?

That if you party too hard

for the rest of this school year...

...we're the people

you're gonna meet.

l've seen it too many times

to even count.

A kid gets a hold of some alcohol,

maybe some drugs...

...and you don't know

when enough is enough.

Call goes out...

...and that's where the coroner,

Dr. Haynes, comes in.

That's where l come in.

And a few days later...

...a badly decomposed corpse

washes up on the beach.

lt becomes my job

to identify the body.

-And do you know how l do that?

-Dental records.

-Kiss ass.

-Yeah.

lt's a sad and sorry task,

but yes, that's how it's done.

And if there's no dental records?

Well, then we would have to carry out

a DNA analysis...

-...of the corpse's bone marrow.

-That's f***ed up.

lt's not that difficult of a process.

You take the bone marrow

and grind it up in these little pieces...

...and then you add in some

dye elements and some chemicals...

...and you put that all

in an agarose gel.

-Get it up!

-Then you take your gel and put that....

My apologies, detective.

lt's so hard to keep their attention,

especially today.

-Why, what's today?

-The district volleyball final.

They love their volleyball here

at Blue Bay.

Can't think why.

Blue Bay sucks!

Here's a new angle

on the Brittney Havers story.

Forget that whole preppy,

popular-girl bullshit.

Let's go deeper.

Let's expose how

little Miss Trailer Park...

...became the richest b*tch

at Blue Bay High.

Get it up! Get it up! Let's go!

-Come on!

-Yeah! Good shot. Come on!

Almost, Brittney.

You suck!

All right, let's go! Get it on!

Tie breaker.

Close. Very close.

The suspense is killing me.

Party at your house, Brit.

Blue Bay! Blue Bay! Blue Bay!

Hey, Brit, what's up?

l'll be in a world of sh*t when

my stepfather finds out about this.

Oh, my God. Have fun.

Don't worry about it. lt's a party.

Look at those guys.

They're college guys, frat guys.

l think they're Zeta Pis...

...or KOK. l'm not really sure.

Come on, have fun.

What's wrong with you?

Look!

What are you doing?!

Just giving her a little makeover.

l want everybody

out of my house, right now!

Out!

Not me.

What's her f***ing problem?

That's her dead mother's portrait,

you dumb-ass.

l'm sorry, Brit.

They're just a**holes.

l messed up bad this time.

Why don't you marry a millionaire,

just like your dear, dead mother?

What the hell are you doing here?

Thought l'd write a story

for the school rag.

''Gator white trash makes good.''

-What you think?

-Don't you dare, you b*tch.

So...

...tell me what your poor,

desperate, alcoholic mother...

...ever saw in booty-chasing

millionaire Niles Dunlap.

Why don't you get

the f*** out of here?

You may fool your

cardboard-cutout friends...

...but l still remember

where you came from.

You can take the girl

out of the trailer park...

...but you can't take the trailer park

out of the girl.

Out of my f***ing house

before l call the police!

Trouble in paradise?

l'm not gonna say it again!

Out of my f***ing house

before l call the police!

l said, now!

You. You can stay.

Great party, Mr. Dunlap.

This is not my fault. l didn't--

Well...

...that's trash.

Like mother, like daughter.

Green, baby.

You know what that is? Cash!

Cash! Everything around me!

You have my cash? Do you?

You remember me, right?

Bald head, tall, glasses.

Where's my money?

What did l tell you?

What did l tell you?

You think you're a gambler?

A hundred.

Two hundred.

That's enough.

Look. Look at me.

-Oh, my God!

-l'll blow your f***ing head off!

Next time l'm here,

your whole family--

Niles?

What happened?

Nothing.

Who was that guy?

lt's none of your business, okay?

l'm leaving tomorrow,

and you pull this party sh*t?

How am l supposed

to trust you now?

l'm sorry, okay?

You can trust me, Dad.

Stepdad.

-You feeling okay?

-Yeah, it's just....

What's up?

There was just this guy

at the house last night.

-What happened?

-No, nothing like that.

What, then?

Just forget about it.

Tell me about the guy, Brit.

-Was it one of those cute frat guys?

-No.

Come on.

Tell me.

There was a man threatening Niles

with a gun.

Seriously?

Jesus.

When l asked Niles about it...

...all he did was give me sh*t

about the party.

l'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

l don't want to talk about this

right now. Let's go to practice.

Hey, Brit. Brit.

Principal's looking for you.

Call you back.

Brittney.

What is it?

Maybe you'd better sit down.

Last time you asked me to do that,

my mother was dead.

There's been an accident.

No.

No, not again.

Afternoon, detective.

lnsurance investigator. Great.

Any word on what caused the crash,

if you don't mind me asking?

You know what? l do mind.

We're on the same team.

We're both looking for answers.

No, we're not. l'm looking

to wrap this up and go home.

-You're looking to find trouble.

-l'm just trying to do my job.

Oh, yeah? What's your job?

Scratch a wound till it bleeds?

What happened here

is the guy took on gravity and he lost.

That simple enough for you?

Nothing is ever as simple

as it appears.

Hey, look around you, pal.

This is a police investigation.

You don't belong here.

So pay that girl her check and go back

to wherever you came from.

Detective.

What do you got?

-Looks like swamp rats.

-They probably went in after the body.

Excuse me.

You ever hear of a rat running

into a burning airplane?

l'm sorry to be bothering you.

-l know this isn't an easy time for you.

-Something wrong?

We....

We found rats in the fuselage

of Niles' airplane.

-They'd chewed through the wiring.

-Are you serious?

Like somebody put them there

on purpose.

You know anybody

who may have been angry...

...or had a grudge

against your stepfather?

Hey, Brit. What about that guy

you told me about?

The one that threatened Niles.

Wanna tell me something?

What did l tell you?

You think you're a gambler?

A hundred.

Two hundred.

That's enough.

Look at me. l'm gonna f***ing--

l'm gonna have to take that tape.

According to Mr. Dunlap's will, Miss

Havers shall be furnished a stipend...

...until she graduates

from a college of her choice.

After that, she'll be provided

with a small trust.

-How small are we talking?

-$25,000 a year for life.

$25,000 a year?

What about controlling interest

in the company?

His 51 percent will revert

to the corporate trust...

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