[♪♪♪] Today in Colina, California, residents are on edge, eagerly awaiting
the judge's verdict on the killing of one of the town's
most beloved students. There has been a steady refrain of shock and disbelief
in Colina, a town where residents say this murder
"never should have happened." [Nina]: <i> It's true.</i> <i> This never
should have happened here,</i> <i> 'cause, in case
you haven't heard,</i> <i> everyone in Colina
needs to be perfect,</i> <i> which is exactly why
one girl is dead</i> <i> and another
is about to go to prison.</i> <i> People keep saying</i> <i> it was one moment
of insecurity,</i> one moment of rage, <i> that it happened
in an instant.</i> <i> That's bullshit.</i> <i> That kind of rage
doesn't happen overnight.</i> <i> That kind of rage
is a long, slow burn...</i> <i> until the boom...</i> [school bell ringing] <i> Colina is a town for winners.</i> <i> It's one of</i> <i> the wealthiest towns
in the state of California.</i> <i> The children
of these wealthy citizens</i> <i> are expected to chase
their parents' success--</i> <i> especially those attending
Hollybrook High.</i> Thanks, Mom. Okay, Have a good
day at school. -Bye.
-Bye. -Love you.
-I love you, too. <i> Imagine what it takes
to be the smartest...</i> <i> to be the prettiest...</i> Bye!<i>
...to be the most popular,</i> <i> at Hollybrook.</i> <i> Imagine wanting to be
all of those things</i> <i> and finding yourself
totally average.</i> [principal]: <i> Good morning,
students and faculty.</i> <i> Welcome to the first...</i> Bridget! You gorgeous thing,
it's been ages! You saw her last month. But she's right,
you're looking cute. Love the skirt. -Really?
-Mm-hmm. I don't know, I feel like
it kind of makes my hips look kind of wide. Oh, sorry. Shut up. Boys like a girl
with a little curve. Ask Marilyn Monroe.
Am I right? Marilyn Monroe is dead. It's a figure
of speech, Ann. I missed you guys. I swear,
two seconds ago, Trish was just
an ordinary mall girl. What'd she do?
Get a make-over? No. Kelly Locke
is her new best friend. Speak of the devil.
Here comes the queen herself. Here we go, campers, another year closer to that oh-so-elusive
promised land. Could you not
remind me? Mother's having
a grand old time booking teas with as many Harvard
alumnae as she can. [Kelly]: You won't need them. One look at your transcript
and they'll be drooling. You better be right. I'm always right,
it's obnoxious. True. [Nina]: <i> Believe it or not,
here is the old me.</i> What's gotten her fired up? She broke up with that
guy Marcus from Monterey. [Kelly]: Who breaks up
with someone like Marcus? Don't know. Hey, Tony's looking
pretty hot these days. Ready for a little
competition? Trust me, I'm not worried about
competing with Nina Miller. [cheering] Welcome, students, welcome. Gosh, I am so pleased to see what an exceptional group
of young people we have this year. Now, for those of you
who are new, I hope that you'll find
your place within our ranks and contribute to another year of distinction in academics
and sportsmanship. [cheering] Hollybrook is not just
another school, no. We do not accept anything less
than absolute excellence, because, remember, success in our halls will mean success
in the wider world. Holly-brook! Holly-brook! Holly-brook! Holly-brook! Holly-brook! Holly-brook! Holly-brook! What do you think it feels
like to be that popular? Easy, probably. I heard Kelly Locke is already on
the college sorority list. I've been thinking that maybe we should
try harder to find out. And why the hell
would we do that? Because this is Hollybrook. I mean, it's not just about
being popular now. You heard
what Principal Simmons said-- success here
could mean success out there. Great, more pressure
not to fail Biology, because... failure to understand osmosis will result in unemployment
and poverty. I'm going to do it. I'm going to get into
the Sonata Club, I'm going to become
a Cheerleader, and I'm going to get onto
the Yearbook Committee. Bridgie, it costs money
to be a Cheerleader. $500 for the uniform--
and the trips... I know. I'm going to have to
figure it out. Mrs. Blake already says
that she needs a babysitter, and so do the Cranes. I mean, it's like
an investment. But why? Why do you want to be
part of the Loud Crowd? They're so... What? They're like... out of my league? No. That's not what I meant. I was going to say
that they're... I don't know, pretentious. So you think that
I'm going to become pretentious just because I put on
a cheerleading uniform? Thanks. I'm sorry. I'm a major dweeb. You'll be the best of the bunch. ["Set For Glory" plays] ♪ Nothing's going
to stop me now ♪ ♪ It's my story ♪ And no one's gonna tell me
how I gotta do it right... ♪ Bridget, we're
going to be late. What are you doing? Um, I just needed
some space to practice. Practice what? Cheerleading. I needed the mirror
to check my form. Oh, I see. Maybe your father can put
a mirror in the backyard so you don't have to upend
everything in here. ♪...When I thought my dream
would fade away and die... ♪ You almost ready? Catechism's
not for another hour. Jen needs the car this evening
so I have to drop you off early. You couldn't have told me before we were
moments away from leaving? I'm sorry,
I thought I did. You didn't. I would lose my head
if it wasn't screwed on. I am sorry. You don't mind,
do you? No, Mom, I don't mind. I will be glad
when you can drive yourself, and then you and your sister
can figure things out. ♪ ...Nothin's gonna
stop me now ♪ ♪ It's my story... Trish called. Trish? Trish Doyle called you? Why? To ask me for permission to initiate you
into The Bobettes. I hope you didn't say yes. I said I'd consider. No, don't consider. Unconsider. You don't have any interest
in becoming a Bobette? They're all sororities
in disguise. They're for girls
like Kelly Locke. All preppy and pink. Well, what kind of girl
are you, darling? I don't know yet. But everyone looks the same. I know I want to stand out. Like... cut my hair or something. Well, I'll book you
an appointment in the city. And if I want to color my hair? Then we are definitely
getting you professional help. The last time
I used an at-home dye kit, I turned my hair fuchsia. You know... you don't have to be anything you don't
want to be, darling. But just remember,
friends are a good thing. Be different, be yourself, but find
your people, too. What happened
to your lunch bag? It got stolen
at work, so I borrowed Dad's toolbox. Letter delivered for you. What's the Sonata Club? Oh, they're, um... They're a really selective,
secret social club at school. They host our fundraisers, they find sponsors
for our sports teams. I mean, if you get in there, college applications
are a dream. Not good news? Not this time. Jennifer, you can have the car
when I get back. Okay. [door slams] -Hey.
-Hi. -Do you mind?
-No, not at all. Thank you. -You're Nina Miller, right?
-Yeah. I'm Bridget. I think we have
a class together. I know.
You're very organized. Am I? Yes. No, that's
a great thing. -Okay.
-Yeah. [priest]: Welcome, all. It is impressive to see how many of our youth wish to learn and grow
in their faith. Oh yeah, I love adding this on
to the end of a busy school day. [priest]: So shall we begin? Let's turn our prayer books
to page 44. Today's lesson is about sharing. Trish, it's 6:00 in the morning
on a Saturday. It's tradition. First initiate always gets woken
at the crack of dawn. Only the lazy and the ugly
need beauty sleep. Is this an official visit? Like you're surprised, Miss captain of the swim team
et cetera. I am surprised-- surprised
it took this long. Does my mother
know you're here? Who do you think
let her in? Will you give us
a moment, dear? Absolutely. I was one of
the Bobettes' first picks. Up, don't you think? Today, I was going
to wear it down. Trish tells me
they've posted dates for the Varsity Cheerleader
tryouts. You'll have to make
a new routine. It won't be as easy as it was
in middle school. I've already been practicing. And being a Bobette
increases my chances. They like having sorority girls
on the squad. The only thing
that increases your chances is hard work. Hard work doesn't scare me. Good. There. Now we can see
your face. Don't you look
just like a Vogue model. <i> [television playing
weather forecast]</i> <i> ...The airport is reporting</i> <i> limited visibility
of two miles...</i> <i> ...When you get south
of the Ripon area,</i> <i> then that fog
really starts to thicken up.</i> <i> The good news, though...</i> Bridget! Why did you bring
Kelly here? They want us
to be Bobettes! Oh. Yeah. The Bobettes, um... I know, I know, they're not as elite
as the Sonata club, but they want you,
and they want me, and we can join
together! With Kelly? Well, yeah.
Like they'd pass her up. Come on. Okay. Yeah. I guess second best
is better than nothing. I'm just not thrilled that one of
the coolest girls in school has to see my dad's
barf-bag car. Bridget, no one cares
about your dad's car. It's just about
how sweet you are. They said "That's the
kind of girl we need." Is your dad
a mechanic or something? An engineer. Your dad works
for that big company... Singer Financial, right? How did you know that? Just something
I remember hearing, I guess. This is nuts. Oh, well, you're
not in yet. You still have to go
through initiation. Come on. First stop, Hot Tony's house.
Kelly's up! O Romeo, Romeo,
wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father
and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not,
be but sworn my love. And I'll no longer be a Capulet. 'Tis but thy name
that is my enemy. Thou art thyself,
and not a Montague. [cheering] Ladies, who's next? You? Sure, yeah. I'll go next
if you want me to. [Trish]: Okay, Bridgie,
time to make some cash. Later, Tony. Hi. Would you mind
sparing some change? That outfit suits her. So cruel. Isn't that the point? You made me perform
outside Tony's house. Got to hand it
to her, though, she is either totally
oblivious or a major star. She'll chicken out
and give up. Any second. Huh. Thank you. Twinkle Twinkle,
bitches. Better watch her. Hey. We asked Nina
if she wanted in. Turned us down cold. Doesn't even wave. You can't buy class,
even if you have money. Um, I got $5.00. Wow. A killing. I can get more
if it's not enough. It's enough,
Bridget. Are you sure? -Thank you.
-Okay. You did great.
You did so great. -Really?
-Yes. Thanks! I felt really silly. No. Bridget Moretti. In light of your performance... We would like to officially
welcome you to the Bobettes. Do you accept
your place with us? Definitely.
Yes. I do. Thank you! Yay. You made it. I'm so happy. You're a Bobette.
This is so great. Come on. Hey! The Bobettes! <i> I wonder
if she's getting her hair done.</i> Exactly. Hey. What, you need
an engraved invitation? Sit! This is your table now. Where's Kelly? I'm sure Kelly'll grace us
with her presence eventually. Hey, I totally think that new hot guy was
checking you out in the hall, No, he wasn't. Boys never look at me. Having the right friends
does wonders for that. Yeah, and we're
goddesses now, remember? Ladies... I have some housekeeping
and announcements. I don't think that
all of us are here yet. Oh! Kelly's practicing. Is she ever not? It's funny, actually, how people are surprised that girls like Kelly and I
work our asses off. We don't just
snap our fingers and wiggle our noses. I didn't mean-- No. Of course you didn't. The first Bobette vacation
is before Christmas break. We are going skiing.
Lake Tahoe. I will not take no
for an answer. Oh... I love skiing. Do we need to bring anything? Just your fabulousness. And your gear,
but that goes without saying. I literally have never
been skiing in my life. I wouldn't tell them that. I don't know how I'm going
to be able to afford this. I'm already babysitting
twice a week... Ask your mom? Even if she could,
she wouldn't. Problem, Bridget? No. No. Sorry. I was just saying that I'm going to have to
excuse myself because my cheer routine
needs practice, too. Minx, I didn't know you were
trying out for cheerleader! You and Kelly
should totally practice together when we're at the chalet. Yeah. That would be terrific. Mm-hmm. Okay. Bye. [♪♪♪] Nina...
what inspired this new look? The little preppy people
of Colina. Don't you ever feel that we were destined for more than designer shoes
and popped collars? Guess not. -Hey.
-Hey. -Long time no see.
-I know. I love your new hair. Thank you. Trying to make sure no one mistakes me
for a cheerleader. I hope everyone has learned how to reconcile
their checkbooks by now. Hey, do you know how to ski? Can I ski? Yes. Would I rather gag myself with a spoon
than be in that scene? Also yes. Right. Totally. You never struck me as
the chalet, ski bunny type. A friend invited me. Would you think
that I'm totally uncool if I said
I was a little excited? I won't hold it against you. Miss Miller. Let me just say it's a good thing
that you're pretty. Perhaps some tutoring
is in order? Oh, my gosh.
Are you okay? Like I care
about some stupid grade. Hi. These are for you. Thanks. That's so sweet of you. Here. I'll put your stuff
in the garage. Thank you. There's pizza
in the kitchen. Okay. I'll be back
in a few minutes. I'm going to wax
my skis. Go in and join
the girls. Kelly is, like,
the prank call maestro. She can stay in character
the whole time, never laughs or breaks once. -Hey, Bridge, it's about time.
-Sorry. So who does she call? Losers and wannabes mostly. So, Bridget, it's your turn
for our inquisition. What are your parents like? Oh... I don't know.
They're normal. Eh! Unacceptable answer. Come on!
Give us the goods. I don't know. They're boring.
They're old. I don't know. I can't talk to my mom
about anything. No one can talk to their mom
about anything. This is so good. We should probably
save some for Kelly, right? Hey, if she isn't here,
bitch can fend for herself. I so wish that
my house was like this. What do you think
their ski chalet is like? Perfect, probably. And ours for the whole weekend. Bridge, what are you doing
just sitting there? I hear you've been practicing
some moves. Oh, no. My routine is not done yet. Come on, show Trish. Yeah, you don't
have to be shy. We're your girls. We'll use
Kelly's music. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. ["Get Up, Let's Go" plays] ♪ Don't worry ♪ It's going to be all right ♪ Get up! ♪ Let's go! ♪ Feel the rhythm beating
in your soul ♪ ♪ Get up! ♪ Let's go! ♪ Get a new life ♪ With a little bit
of rock 'n' roll ♪ [♪♪♪] Yay! You have gotten
so good. -Really?
-Yes. I feel kind of like
a dancing pear. -You were pretty good, Bridgie.
-Thank you. Can I call you Bridgie? Yeah, yeah. Of course. My best friend, Ann,
calls me that all the time. I thought we were
your best friends? -Oh...
-[group laughing] You have to show Kelly. Where is Kelly? Oh, I'll go get her. She's in the garage. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Enjoy the view? We were all just wondering
where you were. What are you doing? Getting ready. Enjoying a little
peace and quiet. Yeah. I bet you don't get
too much of that, huh? I get it. I've been working my ass off
for these cheer tryouts, and I'm not the captain
of the swim team, too. So, who bought you
these ancient things? Oh, I did. Couldn't afford to buy more
than this crummy pair? Well, I don't ski
very often... They look like
they could snap in two. Maybe stay away from me
on the slopes tomorrow. [Nina]: <i> Work hard...</i> <i> Be the best...</i> <i> Strive for perfection...</i> <i> Second place doesn't cut it.</i> <i> That's the Colina way.</i> <i> The Hollybrook way.</i> <i>It all sounds like good advice,
and maybe it is for some.</i> <i> But pressure
has different effects</i> <i> on different people.</i> <i> Some thrive on it.</i> <i> Some do everything they can
to stand up under it...</i> <i> and still end up buckling.</i> <i> When the pressure is demanding
that you be something,</i> <i> or someone you're not,</i> <i> it might as well be torture.</i> <i> What I never
considered, though...</i> <i> is maybe it's torture
no matter who you are.</i> [whistle blows] Thanks. You new? Just visiting. From Berkeley. No way? I love Berkeley. Makes Colina look like
a vanilla sundae. Diet pills. Give you a nice solid rush,
look just like aspirin. What do you think I am,
a pez dispenser? I don't give this stuff
away for free. [principal over P.A.]:<i>
Attention, students,</i> <i> cheerleading tryouts
are today at 4:00 p.m.</i> <i> Get out there
and support your girls.</i> Are you, like,
so nervous? Yeah, I am for sure. Try not to think
about anything, except when it's over,
we can have some real fun. You can have some fun. I'm on house arrest for
the next two weekends. What? Knocked my average
below a 4.0. My mom had a cow. But, like, a B is still good. Yeah, but, unfortunately,
not good enough. I told you to take
better notes. Like, any other school,
and I'd be acing everything. But you're not at
any other school, are you? This matters.
It's our future. It's who we are. And who we are
is the envy of the whole school. Yeah, super. Thanks for your support. I'm sorry, Trish. I don't mean
to be a bitch. But it comes
so naturally. Along with the nerves
and these fabulous curves. How about we bring
the party to you this weekend? Yeah, okay. Guess not everybody
wants to be us. What the hell
happened to her, anyway? No one just stops
being normal for no reason. It's like we don't matter... like we never mattered. Alright, I have to know. Why did you do it? You've spent the whole year
turning yourself into a freak. You used to be so pretty. I'm honestly trying
to understand. No answer? Really? Well, ladies and gentleman, looks like Nina Miller
has gone weird on all of us. I hope it isn't catching. ["A Little Bit Closer" plays] ♪ I get a little bit closer ♪ I get
a little bit closer ♪ ♪ Closer... ♪ I get a little bit closer ♪ I get
a little bit closer ♪ ♪ I get a little bit closer [principal]: Thank you,
senior varsity cheerleaders! Now let's welcome our contenders
for the upcoming semester. Okay, next up,
we have Bridget Minelli. Moretti. ["Set For Glory" plays] ♪ ...And I'll never
make it through ♪ ♪ I always knew
what I wanted to be ♪ ♪ And just what I gotta do ♪ I know I'm set for glory ♪ Nothin's gonna stop me now ♪ It's my story ♪ And no one's
gonna tell me how ♪ ♪ I gotta do it right ♪ I'm gonna shine
bright tonight ♪ [applause] And now Kelly Locke. ["Get Up, Let's Go" plays]] ♪ Get up! ♪ Let's go! ♪ Feel the rhythm
beating in your soul ♪ ♪ Get up! ♪ Let's go! ♪ Get a new life
with some rock 'n' roll ♪ ♪ Get up! ♪ Let's go! ♪ Feel the rhythm
beating in your soul ♪ ♪ Get up! ♪ Let's go! ♪ Get a new life ♪ With a little bit
of rock 'n' roll ♪ [applause] [principal]:<i>
Well, ladies and gentlemen,</i> <i> the judges
have made their decision.</i> <i> Your new Varsity Cheerleaders
are...</i> <i> Molly Dylan,</i> <i> Carly Newman,</i> <i> and last but not least...</i> <i> Miss Kelly Locke.</i> [cheering] <i> Let's congratulate
our new cheerleaders!</i> <i> Be sure to check the board
for your first practice.</i> <i> Thanks to everybody
who tried out this year.</i> <i> As far as I'm concerned,
you're all... [fades out]</i> I'll be back around 9:30. Your father's out
working on his car. Are you feeling ill? You look a little pale. I'm fine. I'm just tired.
It was a long day. Oh. Well, I can pop the casserole
in now, save you the trouble,
how's that? Where are you
going tonight? Doris... yeah, she's back
in the hospital again. Those poor kids. We have to say a prayer
for her on Sunday, especially. I'm sorry. Well, don't wait up
if you're tired. You've been working so hard. Do you... do you want to talk
about anything? I can call,
say I'm late... No, mom. It's not important. Okay. -Bye.
-Bye. Come on. Stupid drawer. Why does everything have to be
such a mess? Wow, it's really crowded here. How's it feel to be
so close to freedom? Freedom? Summer? You know,
no school. Oh. Fine. I'll be taking summer intensive
classes, though. But so will half the school. Hey... what's with you? [sighs] Do you ever just feel like you don't belong
in, like, any world? Even when you want to, and even when
people tell you that you should? Totally. -Yeah.
-Yeah. Yeah. Why can't I just be happy
with what I already have? I just always want more,
but I can't get it. Maybe I should just quit. No. You know... if what they say in there
is true, that Jesus dude
almost didn't succeed. Excuse me? Well, He died, but He didn't give up, so maybe you could see that
as a sign that we shouldn't
give up either. That might be the most profound
thing anyone's ever said to me. Good afternoon.
Nice to see you here. Let us remember that Christ calls us to be
"In the world, but not of it." But what does this mean? Greed. Materialism. Jealousy. These are common temptations. We must not indulge in them. Miss Moretti,
what brings you here? I heard that
the selection committee was getting close to making a decision
about the yearbook staff, and I wanted to come in and reiterate my interest
in being a part of it. I appreciate your initiative. You are a good student. But the staff
has already been selected. The notice board was empty. Well, the students
that were selected were notified directly. I'm afraid
that you weren't chosen. I'm sorry. I'm an excellent writer... That may be the case,
Miss Moretti, but Principal Simmons
and the selection committee give very special-- -I'm a Bobette!
-Bridgie. Bridgie, let's go. No, no, no, no, no. There must be
some sort of mistake. I mean, can you at least
tell me why? I don't understand
what they have that I don't! Miss Moretti, this is not the time
or the place. Then what would be
the time or the place? Is there a problem here,
Miss Moretti? [sobbing] I'm sorry, Miss Moretti, there's no reversing
the decision. It's just not fair. Do you think you can just cry
and get into college? Or cry and get hired
in the real world? I worked for weeks on my essay. I know that my application
was good. Well, unfortunately, sometimes good
just isn't good enough. We are
a competitive school because it's
a competitive world. [cheering] Why can't I be more like her? Everybody loves her. Hey, people
love you, too, Bridge. No, they don't. Bridgie-- you're sweet
and you're funny-- Just stop! Stop! I don't need to hear it
from you. I'm not good enough. I didn't get into
the Sonata Club, the club that I actually wanted, I didn't make cheerleader, I didn't get on
to the yearbook staff. I mean, I'm a loser. No, you aren't. Yes! But she--
she won it all. Yeah, Kelly Locke,
she may be more popular, and know more people, but you... you know people more. And we can all see
how awesome you are. Come here. Thanks. Thank you. Kelly doesn't see that, though. She's too busy looking at
everybody else. But you know what,
maybe you're right. Yeah! I think that
she would like me-- if she just got the chance
to know me. I just haven't given her
that chance. I just need
to give her that chance. Give Dad a hug from me. Hold on. Your father and I
are so proud of you-- very proud. Thanks, Mom. This next year will be
a busy one, won't it? Keeping your grades up
along with everything else. But you've earned it. Don't let anyone
tell you differently. Go get 'em. Thanks, Mom. [phone ringing] Locke residence. [Bridget]: <i> Hi, Mrs. Locke?</i> Yes. To whom am I speaking? Hi. I'm a friend of Kelly's,
a fellow Bobette. Kelly isn't actually here
right now. She left for cheerleading camp. Oh, oh, I know. Actually, that's why
I'm calling right now. See, we are having
a surprise dinner for the first-year girls, sort of like
an end of the year thing. But it's a secret. <i> Oh, nice and clandestine.</i> Yeah, totally. What do you need me to do? Okay, so the dinner
is on June 23rd at 9:00, and I or someone will be there
to pick her up at 8:30. Okay. June 23rd... 8:30 p.m. Great. Great. Okay. Have a great evening,
Mrs. Locke. <i> You too. Good night.</i> Bye. [Bridget's mom]:
Remember to always signal, even when you're turning
into a driveway. I know, I did. You can never be too careful. The Blakes said
they'd be home late. Do you want Jennifer
to come over? Actually, I was thinking that maybe you could just
leave the car here and then people would think
someone's home. I could just drive it back.
It's only a few blocks. Without an adult? Mom, you just said
that I was careful. I'm going to be taking
my driver's test in a few weeks. What happens
if you're going to get caught? I'm not going
to get caught. What happens if someone
breaks into the house because they think the poor
babysitter is home alone? You just really
baby me sometimes. You promise you'll be careful? Yes. I promise. Thank you. I'll wait up for you. Okay. Bye. [engine turns over] Are you going out? Uh, yeah. A movie with the girls.<i>
Ghostbusters.</i> Be back home
by 12:00, though, okay? I may be hip with the piercings
and the earrings, but my daughter is home
at a decent hour. Yes, ma'am. Oh. Very nice. I'm glad we went with the cream. Did mystery party planner
say who was picking me up? I've told you
as much as I know-- and I wasn't
supposed to, so please at least
pretend to be surprised. I'd rather go
with you and dad tonight. You don't mean that. Do you? Feels like we haven't had a lot of time together
as a family. Well... we'll fix that. As for tonight, a lady never cancels
her engagement last minute. [together]:
It's simply not done. [telephone rings] Locke resid-- Hi, Trish. Patricia? Mom says hi. Do you know
where this party is tonight? The Bobette Dinner, hello. We are leaving. Time to put your face on. -Love you, angel.
-Love you, too. Okay, you can quit
playing dumb, Trish. [Nina]:<i>
It was a complete coincidence</i> <i>that I would choose that night,
of all the nights,</i> <i> to lie to my mom.</i> <i> I didn't get goosebumps.</i> <i> I didn't have
a tiny knot in my stomach.</i> <i>There was no evil wind blowing.</i> Ready to raise a little hell? <i> There were no warning signs.</i> <i> It was just
an ordinary night...</i> [honks horn] [chuckles nervously] You? What the hell? Hi! Surprise! You look really pretty. You want to tell me
what's going on? I talked to Trish-- there's no
Bobettes' dinner. Oh. Oh, that was just a story
I told your mom so she wouldn't ask questions. Bobette stuff
always gets a pass, right? A cover for what, exactly? Um, a party. A college party. It'll be fun,
I swear. I mean, when do you ever get
to live on the edge, you know? Like I need you
to get me into a party. I think you're really
going to like this one. I heard
that Tony is going to be there. Unless you're, like,
totally not into him anymore. [car engine turns over] [♪♪♪] Which college?
Berkeley? Yeah. Do you know someone
that goes there? Um, yeah... a friend
of my older sister's. Pull in on the left. What? Just do it.
Pull into the parking lot. We just got in the car. [♪♪♪] What are you doing? You can have one, too. Maybe it will mellow you out. I didn't know that you did
that sort of thing. [Kelly]: It's a recent addition
to my repertoire. Helps me unwind.
Calms my nerves. You get nervous? I get nervous, too. Um... But this is my dad's car.
He'll smell it. We're going to a party. I have to get
out of my own head. I'm sorry. I would really rather
that you didn't. There is no party. What? -Yes, there is.
-Look at your clothes. You're not taking me
to a college party in those. Okay... yeah, you're right. What is this? It's hard to explain... Well, try or I walk. I just really want
to be your friend. Why? Because... Because everybody loves you. You have so many friends, and you're so good
at everything. I guess I just-- I want to be like that, too. You're saying
that you want to use me, not that you want
to be my friend. No, no-- I just thought that you know, if we drove
around a little while, and just spent time,
just the two of us, that you would see that
we have a lot in common. But that's not what
you said we were going to do. You wouldn't have
come if I did. So you found a way
to make it happen anyway, which is insane. No. Please don't leave. Let's just
talk about this. You will let go of me. I'm sorry. You lied. And not a little lie. You lied to my mom, and when you got caught, you lied again to me,
without even blinking. Doesn't it just show how much
I want to be your friend? No, I think it shows that
you have gone totally weird. I haven't gone weird. You're right. You've probably
always been this way. I don't really know
the real you. It's not my fault
that I have no money and that I'm not pretty. You're the one who's obsessed
with all of that, not me. Right, so you
just, like, happen to be mean and cruel
to all of the ugly girls and nice
to all of the rich ones. Total coincidence. You know, I don't think
you want to be my friend. I think you want to be me. You're adding to an already giant story I have to tell
our fellow Bobettes. Is that what you want? No, no, no. Everyone's going to hate me. [engine turns over] [Kelly]: Stop following me! You're acting crazy. Go home!
You're scaring me. [knocking] Hi. I was wondering
if I could use your phone. My friend's gone a bit weird and I want my parents
to come pick me up. Is that her? [Kelly]: Yeah. [man]: Come on in. [crying] She's going to tell everyone. She's going to tell everyone
that you're weird. [gasping] [hyperventilating] [Kelly]: Thanks so much
for giving me a ride. My parents should be home
any minute now. [gasping] [gasping] [car radio playing faintly] [Kelly]: Thanks for the ride.
I really appreciate it. You sure you're going to okay
home alone? I'll be fine. I'll go to the neighbors
if there's a problem. All right. [car horn honks twice] [screams] [Bridget]: Why wouldn't you
just let me be your friend? Why am I not good enough? [♪♪♪] [Kelly gasping] [car engine turns over] [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] [gasping in pain] [sobbing] [♪♪♪] [sobbing] Kelly? Kelly! Are you-- What happened?
Who did this to you? I can't feel my legs. I've got to get you-- I've got to get to a phone. I've got to call an ambulance. Okay? Just stay awake. Just stay awake. I'll be right back. Be right back. [♪♪♪] [gasping] [television playing softly] [television playing softly] [cheering on television] [♪♪♪] [sobbing] Okay... Okay. [♪♪♪] Bridget? Bridget, are you home? I thought you wouldn't be home
until late. Oh, Mrs. Blake
wasn't feeling well. Oh, dear. Thanks. We haven't gone for a walk,
just us, in a while. It's still warm outside. I forget how fast
girls grow up. I have to get my time in
while I can. Come on. Okay. Where was she going? A dinner. For the Bobettes.
Kelly's a... Oh, yeah.
I know them. Nice group of girls. Who was organizing the dinner? I'm not sure. Trish Doyle would know.
I can give you her number. That someone would do this
to our girl, just outside,
steps from our home... It makes me sick. Could it have been
an attempted burglary? That's a possible scenario. I heard someone say
they saw a witness. Don. He said
he saw a car, didn't he say that? He saw it. He's our neighbor. He's the one that found her. We've been talking
with Mr. Bachman. With all due respect,
I know this is tough, but we can't talk much about
leads or lines of investigation. But you will get him,
won't you? The murderer? [telephone ringing] Bridget?
Judy's on the phone. She sounds very upset. Thanks. Judy? Hi. Are you alright? <i> Bridge?</i> <i> Oh, my God.</i> What's wrong? <i> You don't know yet?</i> Know what? I just barely woke up. Bridge, it's Kelly. Um... Someone stabbed her, last night, outside her house. What? Is she--
is she okay? No, Bridge. She's dead. <i> She was murdered.</i> <i> It just...</i> <i> Like, who would do this?</i> It... it doesn't make sense. It must have been like a robbery or someone trying to break into
her house or something. Yeah. That's what they think. Trish's mom talked
to Mrs. Locke earlier. <i> I just don't know how
we're going to survive this.</i> Look, I'm going to come over. None of us should be alone
right now. We should all
stick together, right? Right. -Wait, no--<i>
-No?</i> No, you shouldn't come over
by yourself. He could still be out there... Who? <i> The killer!</i> Oh... I'll be careful.
I promise. I mean, what kind of murderer's going to walk around
in broad daylight, right? <i> Okay.</i> -I'll see you soon.
-Bye. Did everything get sorted out? No... Something terrible happened. Oh, no. You are going to forget it now. It did not happen. [Nina]: <i> When I found out
about the murder,</i> <i> I was stunned.</i> <i> It couldn't happen--</i> <i> not to Kelly,</i> <i> not in Colina.</i> <i> I thought it had to be</i> <i> some sick joke
the Bobettes played</i> <i> to get attention.</i> I spoke with Tricia Doyle and a few of the other
Bobette girls. None of them knew anything
about any dinner. That can't be right. She said it was
for the Bobettes. I mean, it's just
the type of thing that they do. Well, that may be, but this time,
I think it was... It was a lie. The car that your neighbor saw
belongs to one John Shelley. Shelley-- I know him. He's not a-- No, he's not
a suspect, no. He drove Kelly home last night. She was with her friend, a young woman,
about the same age. Now, he didn't see her face
because she stayed in the dark, but Kelly had knocked
on the Shelleys' door. She was upset with this friend, and didn't want to be
driven home by her. Unfortunately, that turned out
to be a good instinct. [sobbing] Trish... It's not fair. I know. It's awful. Kelly didn't deserve
to die like that. She was in the wrong place
at the wrong time. No. The Sheriff doesn't think
it was random. They're going to release
a description of the suspect. How do you know that? Have you met my mother? She knows the man
who drove Kelly home. He says it was a teenage girl
with short hair and frumpy clothes. Well, by that description,
it could be me, right? Trust Bridgie to make us smile
even on a horrible day. You guys... Nina Miller
fits that description. Nina couldn't have... She could if she was high
on, like, PCP or something. Yeah, and we all know she's been dealing
those weird pills, right? She's such a freak. I could totally believe it. "I want to see
your blood drip." That's what
you wrote. You don't actually think... Okay... What? Nina honey, Sheriff Randall
is here to speak with you
for a few minutes. Hello, Nina. You're here about Kelly? I understand
you went to school with her. We didn't like each other. I'm guess you know that already. She thought I was weird. I thought she was stuck-up. But I didn't kill her. No one thinks you did, darling. Really? I'm insulted, actually. She was dressed
in frumpy clothes. I don't do frumpy. Sheriff, my understanding is that you were here
to talk to Nina about Kelly's social life. She's not a suspect. She wrote
a violent death threat directed at Kelly. It wasn't a death threat. It was a stupid... I don't know... "I wish you were dead. I want to see
your dripping blood." Is that
pretty close? She was on my ass
about my hair. My clothes. I got angry,
wanted to scare her off. Yeah. Well, it sounds like it scared a whole
bunch of people. Were there
any other occasions where... Kelly made you angry, Nina? Sure, and there were other people
she made angry, too. If you weren't in her circle,
Kelly could be a bitch. Okay, look-- I think the first question
you should be asking, Sheriff, is where Nina was
on Saturday night, right? I was at the movies
with some friends. <i> Ghostbusters.</i>
8:00 showing in the city. Do you have the clothes that
you were wearing that night? As opposed to what, throwing them out? We'd like to see them,
if we could. We're done here. If you want to examine
Nina's clothes or any other belongings, you'll need a warrant. It would help if you could
bring her down to the station so we could get a statement. We'll have her take
a lie detector test like the other girls-- -No.
-Mrs. Miller... We both know if she was wearing tennis whites
or a sorority badge, you wouldn't be here
chasing vindictive gossip. Nina is 15-- So was Kelly Locke. We're just doing
our job, Mrs. Miller. So am I. And if you need anything else, I'll have to consult
with a lawyer. I could drive you,
you know. Your father said
we could use his car. No. Sorry. I mean... I think the car is similar
to the one they're looking for, so it would be a shock if people thought
it was the same one. That's very sensitive of you. Mind you,
you've always been like that. The girls
are going to need you now. Hey. Hey. Mom... What is it, sweetie? If I said something wrong, the sheriff
needs to know the truth, right? Yes, he does. No matter what,
he needs to know the truth. Okay. I lied to you
that night. I wasn't
at the movies. Are you in some
sort of trouble? Nina... tell me. No. [♪♪♪] -Hey.
-Hey. At least it's beautiful. So many flowers. I don't know what
I'm going to do without her. We were going to be
roommates in college. It's okay to cry. We're all here. She would be really
glad that we're here. And we'll never
forget her. Did the Sheriff
call your parents yet? About what? Coming into the station. They want to talk to us
about the murder. No. No, I don't think
they called yet. I don't want to. What could we possibly know? Well... We should do everything we can
to help find Kelly's killer. We owe it to her, right? In times like this,
community keeps us strong. There is no greater tragedy
than the loss of a child. Our hearts and prayers
go out to the Locke family at this monumentally
difficult time. [sheriff]: Ladies,
take a seat here, please. You know the court oath, it's the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. That's what we need right here. Don't worry about what your friends
are going to think or say. Everybody loved Kelly. She was charming and funny
and good at everything. She worked so hard. She didn't take any... like, any crap. Can I say crap? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. She was funny. I mean,
people with no sense of humor might say she made fun
of other people, but, I mean, who doesn't? Sometimes, she would make jokes
at other people's expense. But... about outsiders. You know? If you were Kelly's friend,
you had it made. What if you weren't
Kelly's friend? Kelly could be a bitch. She could be mean. Cruel. She could ruin high school
for you if she wanted. Don't be fooled
by the Loud Crowd. There were people who hated her. For sure. Enough to kill her? I guess so. All right. While we're getting
hooked up here, you were babysitting
the night of the murder, is that right? Yes, I was. So, what can you tell me
about Kelly? We were in
the Bobettes together. We both tried out
for cheerleading. She made it and I didn't,
but she was much better than me. She deserved it, really. Would you say
that Kelly was... nice? Kind? Yes. People loved her. She was the most popular girl
in school. All right.
You all set? You ready to get
started, Miss Moretti? Yes. I'm ready. All right. -Is your name Bridget Moretti?
-Yes. -Do you have blonde hair?
-No. Do you attend
Hollybrook High School? Yes. Did you kill Kelly Locke? No, I didn't. Looks good. All right. [Trish]:
The whole town feels different. All of us are... different. I just don't know if it's right
that the Bobettes continue. Not with this horrible tragedy
haunting us. So... all those in favor
of disbanding the Bobettes, raise your
right hand. Wait! The... The Bobettes
aren't just a sorority. People think that we are,
but we're not. We're a family. I know that
we're all scared, but we promised
to look out for one another. I mean, isn't this exactly the time when we need
each other the most? Hear, hear. Yeah. Kelly loved the Bobettes. And she loved her friends. We're a symbol
of everything that she loved. I mean, we can't disband. For her sake. [Judy]: I second
that motion-- and what's more, I move that Bridget take
a more active leadership role. Treasurer, maybe? I would love that. If that's what you all want. For sure. All of those in favor
of keeping the Bobettes with Bridge as treasurer, raise your right hand. I know it feels weird
having everything normal when her killer
is still out there. Yeah. It's really scary. [Trish]: We all know
you did it, really. What? I'm saying it's especially hard because we all know
who did it, really. Oh. That's just a rumor. Okay. Fine. Let's pretend
that it wasn't her, but whoever did this
obviously hated Kelly and deserves to be marched
through the streets and hung. We've interviewed
over 200 people. We've examined hundreds
of gold Pinto Station Wagons. You realize there are over 500
registered in this county? [Mr. Locke]:
What about the girls? Teenage girls gossip. Maybe one of them knows
more than they've admitted. Sheriff Randall had all the girls
take lie detector tests. Agent Veronica Murray, FBI. I'm sorry for your loss. [vomiting] [Mr. Locke]:
You interviewed all of them? The ones
whose parents consented. This town
will not allow our kids to be in the company
of a killer! I understand
your frustration as parents, but please remember, the killer is most likely
a scared, confused young woman. With a little bit of time,
we will find her. She can't hide forever. Why? A scared girl. Why? Why would she need
to kill Kelly? That's something the profilers
at the agency will be analyzing. That's the new piece
of the puzzle the FBI can help with. She was perfect,
ambitious, successful... everything most people
want in this world. And the murderer
hated that about her. Hated what she represented. Kelly was the status quo. That's a likely scenario,
isn't it? All of that may be true,
but no evidence is no evidence. The killer might be
right in front of our noses. At this point, the only thing we can do
is wait to see the FBI profile. I disagree. We need to make sure
people don't forget her. Make sure the press
doesn't forget her. If you'll
excuse us. <i> Our daughter, Kelly,
was all energy and light.</i> <i> She was an inspiration
to all of us,</i> <i> and it's time--</i> <i> it's time that this town</i> <i> finds out why--</i>
[telephone rings] Don't answer it. It's fine. Hello? [man]: <i> Confess, bitch.</i> <i> I know where you live.</i> [call disconnects] [man on television]:<i>
...Person responsible</i> <i> could very well be
in classes...</i> <i> ...walking the halls
with other students,</i> <i> thinking
they got away with it...</i> It's been going on for days. Maybe I... Maybe I shouldn't go
to Catechism class anymore. Hollybrook kicked me out,
maybe they will, too. You are going. You know why? Why? Because the church
belongs to everybody. Nobody gets to say
who does and doesn't belong. It's the church. You have done
nothing wrong. Nothing. Your new school uniform
looks sassy, by the way. You want me
to hem the skirt? No... It's fine. At least
it's not white. [Nina]: <i> It should have ended</i> <i> after the sheriff confirmed
my real alibi,</i> <i> but, of course, it didn't.</i> <i>Our perfect town needed answers</i> <i> and I looked like
the perfect one--</i> <i> because I looked the part--</i> the dark to Kelly's light. <i> I looked dangerous...</i> What is she doing here? <i> ...exactly as I had wanted.</i> Hey. Um... is this seat still open? Yeah. Of course. Mrs. Blake? I'm Leonard Cooper, private investigator
for the Locke family. Wondering if
you could confirm that Bridget Moretti was babysitting for you
on the night of June 23rd? I don't know. I don't think so. See you in class. [♪♪♪] It was a long time ago now. Maybe Mrs. Blake got it
mixed up. The thing is, Bridget, some very smart people
at the agency have come up with a sort of character description
for Kelly's killer. How did they do that? It's called
"profiling." They analyze the details
of the crime to better understand
the criminal. For example,
the use of a knife tells us
that this was very personal. Like Kelly knew the killer? She was probably
a part of her social group, yes. But everyone's been saying that the person who killed Kelly
must have hated her, or was, like,
high on PCP or something. Not necessarily. She probably
liked her very much. Then why would she kill her? Could be she felt
threatened by her. She envied her. The profile tells us this girl probably has
low self-esteem... ...comes from a modest family. One that's not as wealthy
as most of her friends. So she feels like
an outsider in Colina even if she isn't. It sounds like me. What would happen to the person
if they confessed? Could they be, like,
kept away from the town? I mean, it's... hard to keep things like this
private, Bridget. Maybe that's what
she's afraid of then. Maybe she's afraid
of being humiliated. Maybe she can't bear the thought
of being hated... The longer she waits,
the worse it will be. The thing is... This isn't only about
justice for Kelly. There's a girl
out there whose sin is
eating her alive. A whole life,
living with that kind of pain... ...it's no life at all. Do you think that I did it? Yes. I think you did. But you can't prove it. Does it have to be
settled today? Something on your mind, Bridget? Actually, I wanted
to talk to you about something important. After dinner? I was going to go
and try and put my feet up. Okay. Yeah, of course.
It can wait. [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] I'm so sorry. I fell asleep last night
before our talk. It's okay. I wrote you a note. A note? Yeah. Sometimes, it's better
to express things in writing. But could you wait
half an hour to read it? If that's okay? If that's what you want. I'll read it
after morning prayer. Okay. Bye, Mom. [♪♪♪] [Nina]: <i> One thing is for sure--</i> <i> Hollybrook will never
be the same...</i> <i> ...and neither will I.</i> [♪♪♪] [door opening] I thought I might
find you here. Do you hate me? No. I don't hate you. No, baby. I could never hate you. Please don't ask me why because I don't understand this
and I don't know why. Shh, shh. I'm so tired, Mom. I want to go make
a full confession. We'll go together. I'll be beside you every step... ...for as long as I can. But I just need a minute. Everything is moving so fast. I just need one more minute
with my little girl. [Nina]: <i> I was relieved
when I heard someone confessed,</i> <i> and furious
when I found out who it was.</i> <i> She fooled even me.</i> <i> People said
it would have been easier</i> <i> if it was someone from
the other side of the tunnel.</i> <i> I think what they meant is,</i> <i> if someone like Bridget
was capable of killing...</i> <i> then anyone might be capable.</i> [reporter]: <i> I'm standing</i> <i> just inside
Colina County Courthouse,</i> where Bridget Moretti, the sophomore who grabbed
a kitchen knife from her car and stabbed Kelly Locke
to death almost a year ago, was found guilty
of second-degree murder. The Judge ruled that her actions
were not premeditated, the killing an act
of spontaneous fury rather than calculated murder. Mrs. Locke, how are you feeling
about the verdict? I'm very sad. I don't think my daughter's murder
was spur of the moment. That girl had so much time
to change her mind. I confer you, this punishment
will never fit the crime. If you'll excuse us. You were right, Sheriff. The truth
hasn't changed anything. I still don't understand it. Neither does she,
I don't think. [reporters clamoring] [reporter]:
Bridget, how do you feel about your nine-year sentence? [Judy]:
It doesn't make any sense. I mean, if someone
like Bridget can... ...I can't even
think about it. Maybe we don't want it
to make sense. What do you mean? There's so much pressure here. Be the best. Have the best.
Win at any cost. It didn't have to be Bridget... ...and it didn't
have to be Kell. [Nina]: <i> Being away
from Hollybrook High,</i> <i> I've learned
that winning isn't everything.</i> <i> Being perfect
doesn't teach you anything.</i> <i> Perfect can't change.</i> <i> Perfect can't learn
from its mistakes...</i> <i> ...but we can.</i>
