[suspenseful music]
[crash]
[gasps]
Oh, [gasps] Bill, sorry, you scared me.
This place is getting to me, I guess.
Yeah, amazing how empty it gets on a Friday night, huh?
Yeah.
You're Terry, right?
Right.
Terry Carver, yearbook staff, remember?
Sure.
Well, goodnight.
Terry, wait.
What?
I always sort of wondered about, you know?
There's not much to know.
I wonder what you'd be like?
Let go.
Come on.
It's Friday night.
[scoffs]
You don't have to go anyplace.
You're hurting me.
Then don't be in such a hurry.
Don't you ever wonder about me?
No.
What are you doing?
Stop it!
[gasping]
Relax.
Please, just-- just leave me alone.
[suspenseful music]
[gasping]
Please. - Shut up!
I don't want to hurt you.
[suspenseful music]
[terry screaming]
[clothes ripping]
[theme music]
THEME SONG: We never thought we'd
find a place where we belong.
Don't have to stand alone.
Never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
Woo!
I said, jump down on Jump Street.
Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall.
You're finally need us, cause there's no one else to call.
When it was hopeless, a decision is what you need.
You gotta be ready to, be ready to, jump!
21 Jump Street.
Yeah, she-- she looks pretty athletic, pretty athletic.
What?
- She's got the height. - Height, yeah.
She-- mm, long arms, too. Lookit.
Long arms, strength.
What are you guys talking about?
- Basketball. - Basketball, yes.
Tell us-- tell us you can play.
Now tell us she can play good.
- Good basketball. - OK.
I can play good. - How good?
How good?
Try three times All City Guard.
Why? - Three times.
All City.
[chuckles]
Yeah, so what are you guys getting at?
Well, you see, Philby at the 45th,
he bet me 200 bucks that he, his partner,
and the girl behind the dispatch desk could beat us in a three
on three.
200 bucks?
Yeah.
Sounds good. When is it?
Tonight.
Oh, I'm sorry, guys.
I got plans.
- Plans? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Plans?
What are plans compared to a sure thing?
Not tonight.
[interposing voices]
OK, it's the money.
Hey, if it's the money, I'll put up the stakes.
You just sink the baskets.
Some other time.
Let her go, guys.
Captain, she can have a date with Mr. Wonderful any time.
Hoffs doesn't have a date.
That makes it worse.
Is there something wrong with Hoffs, Captain?
No.
Then what?
[phones ringing in background]
It's just that Hoffs has a personal thing
on Wednesday nights.
Like what?
If you want to know more, you'll have to ask Hoffs.
[crickets chirping]
Take a look at this.
See what's missing.
[inaudible]
Does it say on the report?
[inaudible]
I, uh--
I need to talk to somebody.
MONICA: Should we tell the police [inaudible]
You can talk to me.
[phone ringing in background]
MONICA: West Side Rape Crisis Center.
This is Monica.
Have a seat.
MONICA: It's OK.
Calm down.
My name's Judy.
[crying]
Uh, Terry.
[crying]
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
Sometimes it's good to cry.
I hate crying.
I really do.
[phone ringing in background]
I hate everything about this.
[sniffling]
I know.
No, you don't.
You don't know, because you can't
know unless you've been there.
You're sad.
You're scared.
You're mad at the world.
You don't like yourself too much, either.
[scoffs]
You don't want to tell people about what
happened because of what they may say
or how they might treat you.
Am I getting warm?
[scoffs]
You've been there.
[sniffling]
God, I was so stupid.
I keep thinking, maybe I said something,
or I-- or I did something that he misinterpreted.
You know him?
[sighs]
Sort of.
[scoffs]
I, um--
[scoffs]
The funny thing is I was glad to see him.
The library gets so creepy at night.
And then he turned.
[sniffling]
And I was so scared.
I know.
[sniffling]
[sighs]
Go on.
Tell me what happened after it was over.
I stayed in the library a really long time.
I was scared to breathe.
[music playing]
And then I ran to the Student Union.
And I called the Campus Police.
They came, and they asked me a bunch of questions.
And then they took me to the Med Center.
The medical exam is rough, huh?
Yeah.
[sniffling]
[music playing]
So, did the police arrest him?
I don't know.
The campus cops said they'd take care of it.
What did the city cops say?
Oh, the Dean said she would look into it.
[sighs]
But it's been almost a week and a half, and I haven't heard.
I keep calling, but she's never there.
I have a-- a friend who's a cop.
And, uh, I could get him to look into your case
if that's OK with you.
[music playing]
OK.
But I may need a little more information.
What was his name?
His name is Bill Howard.
He cornered her in the stacks of the library
and then raped her at knife point.
Did you pull the file?
I tried.
There's nothing in the computer, and I can't find any precinct
for the record investigation.
You're saying nobody reported the rape?
JUDY: All I'm saying is that it's been almost a week.
The more time goes by, the less chance
we have to prosecute this guy.
[sighs]
All right, listen, I've got to go downtown for a budget
meeting, all right?
On the way back, I'll, uh--
I'll stop by the campus.
I'll see what I can find out.
OK, thanks.
[knocks]
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'd like to speak with your commanding officer.
You're looking at him.
Captain Briggs.
Ah, Captain Fuller.
Well, what can I do for you, Captain?
Well, I had a few questions about the rape last Friday
night.
Rape?
Yeah.
That's the first I've heard of any of this.
[phone ringing in background]
I believe the victim was a student named Terry Carver.
According to Ms. Carver, she called your emergency number.
Campus security officers picked her up.
They took a report and dropped her off at the hospital.
Hey, Daniels, get me the blotter from last Friday night.
There's no way in hell anything like that could have happened
without my hearing about it.
[phone ringing in background]
Take a look-- no rape report and no call
from anyone named Carver.
[police radio chatter]
[sighs]
Thank you, Captain.
[background chatter]
[crickets chirping]
You still here?
JUDY: Yeah, just doing a little, uh, organizing.
Ah.
- Well? - [sighs]
Well, I stopped by the Campus Security Office.
And?
And they never heard of Terry Carver.
Are you sure?
The Captain showed me the blotter for that day.
[scoffs]
Captain, unless this girl is some amazing actress,
she's telling the truth.
I'm not saying she wasn't--
But you thought it.
I'm sorry.
Listen, I-- I've been in her shoes.
You cannot fake what that girl's going through.
I trust your instincts.
Let's get you on campus, and check this thing out, huh?
Thank you.
But since there might be a camouflage job going on,
we can't ask the University's cooperation on this one.
You'll need a cover.
Not to worry--
super fingers.
Super fingers?
You are looking at the star of Ms. Baroni's
12th grade typing class--
80 words per minute.
[ding]
You're much too good at this to be a temp, Judy.
Every think of going full time?
No, ma'am, I'm just doing it to make
ends meet till I finished my MBA at night school.
Ambitious-- I like that.
Uh, Dean Crane?
Yes.
While you were at the Alumni Brunch,
you got a message from a student named Terry Carver.
Well, thanks for the message.
But she sounded very upset.
Should I get her on the line for you?
Well, not now.
Well, what do I say when she calls back?
Take another message.
But I noticed in the log that the last temp got
10 messages from the same girl.
[phone ringing in background]
It's just that, uh, she said something about being raped.
Aren't you concerned?
[scoffs]
Well, of course I am.
I'm concerned for her mental health.
But I've already talked to her several times.
I don't know what else I can say.
How can I handle the girl who keeps
calling me about an incident that
simply couldn't have happened?
Couldn't have happened?
Well, the boy she accused of raping her
was 50 miles away with a friend buying
beer for a fraternity party.
[car starting]
Car, Carter, Campbell--
sorry, no Carver.
Maybe it was in a separate file.
She was here for a rape forensics exam.
This file has all the ER admissions logs for that night.
If she was here, it'd be in the file.
And Jane Does?
Nope.
Oh, one Jane Doe in cardiac--
no rapes.
- Are you sure? - Positive.
No one named Terry Carver came in here that night.
[suspenseful music]
Are you OK?
I've been better.
Terry, you have to tell me the truth if I'm going to help you.
I have been telling you the truth.
But you didn't go to the hospital, did you?
I did.
Then why don't they have any record of it?
Because I didn't stay.
I meant to.
[sighs]
But the emergency room was full of hurt people
and screaming babies.
I waited for hours for someone to come and get me.
And then I found out what they wanted
to do to me for that exam.
[scoffs]
I had already been raped once.
So I took off.
I went home.
I took a hot bath.
I had some Valium. And I went to sleep.
Weren't the Campus Police with you?
No, they just dropped me off.
[sighs]
[scoffs]
I blew it, didn't I?
Nothing's going to happen to him, because I
didn't take that exam.
Right?
It's not going to be easy.
He's got an alibi.
And we have no evidence.
GIRL IN BACKGROUND: Why did this have to happen to me?
I just don't understand it!
[thunder rumbling]
It says here that you dropped out of the Police Academy.
Is that right?
Yes, sir.
Why?
Didn't like it.
Well, it didn't like you much, either,
from the looks of your grades.
Look, man, I'm honest.
I'm tough.
And I'm available.
[phone ringing in background]
All right.
I'll take a chance.
You can start tonight.
You buy your own uniforms, and we supply the gear.
Come on.
I'll show you around.
Thanks a lot.
[phone ringing in background]
The pay's not great.
The work's not that hard, either.
What's this?
The emergency line.
If somebody on campus dials 7-9-1-1, the recorder kicks in.
Get many calls?
No.
Usually, it's just stolen bikes, loud parties,
and an occasional fight with the townies.
What do we do if it's a real thing, like--
like murder or something?
What anybody else would do--
we call the cops.
[phone ringing in background]
Ah, well, how'd it go?
Great.
They've got all the state-of-the-art
stuff in there.
They even have a recorded 9-1-1 number.
Did you get the job?
[scoffs]
I start tonight.
Good, so do I.
At, uh, Bill Howard's fraternity?
Yeah, Phi Kappa Delta.
I can't wait.
I kind of always wanted to be in a fraternity, you know?
You?
Yeah.
You know, they always look like they're having so much fun.
They always got those girls hanging around,
you know, named Buffy and Muffy, you know?
[chuckling]
Don't they make you do, like, a bunch of weird rituals
where you have to, like, run across town in your underpants
with, like, olives taped to your nipples?
[chuckling]
Just the pledges, you know?
I would be an active.
See?
I've got my fraternity pin.
How'd you get that?
A pawn shop, where else?
FRAT BOY: Yeah, I feel lucky tonight.
FRAT BOY: Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!
[rock music playing]
[inaudible]
JIM: You know, so why don't you just make it easy on us
and take all the money right now?
[rock music playing]
OK, ante up.
[rock music playing]
FRAT BOY: Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!
Guys, meet, uh, Tony Parker, a brother from Syracuse.
Hey, Tony, nice to meet.
Bill Howard, chapter president.
Nice to meet you.
This is, uh, Jim, Ron, and Phil.
Hi.
So you're on vacation?
I wish.
No, I'm just going town for a couple of days,
see if I get a transfer.
Oh, you're another, uh, Phi Kap trying to run his grades,
huh?
Yeah, something like that.
Listen, you stay as long as you want.
If you need any help, advice, directions, whatever,
I'm your man. - Thank you.
I appreciate that.
OK, no problem.
PHIL: Tony, you play poker?
- Yeah. - Pull up a chair, man.
I promise not to take all your money.
Never listen to him.
He's cleaned me out three times already, lucky stiff.
Oh, luck had nothing to do with it, my boy.
So are you guys playing with cookies here?
[inaudible]
Yeah, Jim forgot where he put the chips.
Yeah, so, uh, creams, $0.25, chocolate chips,
$0.50, oatmeals are $1.00.
All right, I think I can handle that.
Lay it on me.
Right on.
[phone ringing in background]
Hey.
JUDY: Hey.
Cookies?
$43.35 worth.
What, are they made of gold?
No, but that's what they were worth at the poker
game I just sat in on at Bill Howard's fraternity.
Did you meet him?
Yeah.
I also met Dave Gibson, the alibi.
And?
And the alibi is going to be a tough one to break.
Gibson even handed in a receipt for the beer.
Apparently, there's some store out in Brimley that
doesn't card the customers.
Which means the clerk will deny having
seen both Howard and Gibson.
Right.
So what's he like?
Who, Bill Howard?
Yeah.
You're not going to like the answer to that question,
either. - I figured that much.
He's friendly.
He seems real nice.
Unless you're a girl and he's got a knife.
Told you you weren't going to like the answer.
You got to face the fact that he has an alibi, Jude.
I mean, what do we got?
Nothing, except Terry and her word.
[crunches]
[crickets chirping]
Hey, Tony.
Hey, what's up?
What's that?
Uh, it's my transfer application.
What did you major in, anyway?
History. Why?
Well, I got to say what I'm going to major
in if I get a transfer.
Why don't you just put what your major is at Syracuse?
I don't think undecided would wow them.
[scoffs]
Oh, I guess not.
You know what you do?
[phone ringing in background]
If you write down a major that's not too crowded,
that'll give you better odds of getting in.
[chuckling] I like it.
I like the way you think.
Is history crowded?
No, I don't think so.
MAC: All right.
So what are you going to do with the history major, anyway?
- Bill, it's for you. - Thanks.
Uh, I'm applying for law school.
Oh, yeah, you got good grades, huh?
Yeah, in the bank.
Listen, I got to get that.
I'll see you later.
MAC: All right.
[chuckling]
What?
Ah.
All that stuff about applying to law school, forget it, man.
They've been saving him a spot in that class
since before he was born.
Why?
His dad's the chairman of the board of PatramCo Corporation.
MAC: Oh, you mean he's rich?
I mean they give tons of money to this school every year.
Escort service?
Yeah, I've been waiting for over half an hour.
Nobody showed up.
[sighs]
Well, how much longer?
Yeah, OK, I'll wait.
Escort service?
Yeah.
You?
You're the escort service?
[struggling]
[screaming]
No!
No, no!
[struggling]
Hey!
Go limp, jerk.
I'd love an excuse.
Put your hands behind your head.
Stick around, people.
You're all witnesses.
DAVE: Yeah, we're all witnesses.
But he didn't do anything.
What do you mean he didn't do anything?
He raped me.
Try to calm down.
He won't touch you again.
No, man.
You-- you got it all wrong.
She attacked him.
[music playing]
What?
She's nuts.
She was all over me.
DAVE: Well, why don't you your two witnesses, sir?
[suspenseful music]
[chatter]
[suspenseful music]
CAPTAIN: You've turned out to be a real piece of work!
What would you have done?
It looked like he was all over her.
You get in between them, and you
find out, what's the matter?
You don't touch anybody.
You don't insult anybody.
And you sure as hell don't handcuff anybody.
You're serious?
These are not street trash.
They're college students!
So does that mean you should turn
your head whenever a crime's being committed by one of them?
CAPTAIN: Whatever happens is between them.
Let them sue each other, not you!
[background chatter]
[phone ringing in background]
Hi, Judy. Any calls?
Just that girl, Terry Carver, again.
And you handled it the way I told you.
Well, yes, I did.
But I just hate to give her a line
like that when she seems to think we're
busy doing something for her.
But we are doing something for her.
We're doing everything we can to give
her all the help she needs.
What kind of help?
Well, psychiatric counseling, financial assistance.
But she said she saw the rapist in the library
last night.
Shouldn't we call the police or something?
From what I hear, she attacked him.
Yeah, for raping her.
Well, if he raped her, why would he be so stupid
as to go anywhere near her?
I don't know.
It just seems unfair to her.
That's all.
7 in the corner pocket.
Oh!
So what did you say happened last night?
I told you, man.
[sighs]
This girl just went nuts and started trying to beat Bill up.
The date from hell, huh?
BILL: No, it's nothing like that.
She's, uh-- I don't know.
She's crazy.
And Gibson was there.
He saw it.
Yeah.
It's not funny, man.
I mean, this chick was really freaking out.
She's cry, screaming, trying to hit him.
I don't know.
For some reason, she's obsessed with me.
Really?
DAVE: [scoffs]
She's weird is what she is, man.
I mean, what if she comes after when
there's no one else around?
FRAT BOY: Hey, don't pour that stuff out.
That's when I call my dad's lawyer.
He's going to take care of it.
FRAT BOY: Quit hitting the book and get back down here.
Come on!
MR. JOHNSON: Your Honor, my client,
Mr. William Campbell Howard, requests a restraining order
against Ms. Teresa Jane Carver.
JUDGE: Cause.
Two days ago, Ms. Carver assaulted
Mr. Howard in the presence of 14 witnesses.
Their depositions are included with the complaint.
JUDGE: Ms. Carver, you have not been charged with a crime.
But you do understand that, if this is granted,
it will mean a curtailment of your liberties.
You will not be allowed to come within 100 feet of Mr. Howard,
nor say anything that would cause his reputation harm.
Do you object to this grant?
Yes.
He's the one who should be--
JUDGE: Yes or no is all I require.
You are eligible for representation.
Do you wish time to arrange an attorney?
No, Your Honor.
Proceed.
Ms. Carver, when you saw Bill Howard on the night
in question, did you strike him?
Yes.
He raped me two weeks ago--
almost two weeks ago.
Counselor, has your client been charged
with assault on this woman?
No, Your Honor.
Ms. Carver, have you made such a charge to the district
attorney's office?
No.
MR. JOHNSON: Your Honor, if I may--
now this is an example of the need for the restraining order.
Now I submit that Ms. Carver is a mentally
unbalanced, unattractive girl who
has become obsessed with a, uh, very popular, good-looking
young man.
Ms. Carver, I caution you.
You are under oath.
Anything that you say which is untrue
might open you to charges of perjury.
Go on.
MR. JOHNSON: Ms. Carver, how did you meet Mr. Howard?
I was on the yearbook staff, and he was the editor.
Did you, uh, think about him a lot?
Did you have, uh, sexual fantasies about him?
No.
Do you have a steady boyfriend, Ms. Carver?
No.
Have you ever had a steady boyfriend?
TERRY: Not really.
Well, then, what about, uh, dates?
Do you ever go out on dates?
Sometimes.
MR. JOHNSON: How often?
Every week, once a month, once a year?
I don't know!
Well, when was your last date?
About a month and a half ago.
About a month and a half.
And did you and your date have sexual intercourse?
Do I have to answer that?
Your point, Mr. Johnson?
I'm attempting to demonstrate that, uh, Mr. Howard
represented an unattainable sexual ideal
and that, when he ignored Ms. Carver,
she struck back at him as only she could,
attacked him physically, and even accused him of rape, which
this court has just witnessed.
I will allow it.
Answer the question, Ms. Carver.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't hear that.
Yes.
And have you, uh, dated this person again after a month
and a half has gone by?
No.
Would you agree if I characterized
this sexual relationship as unsatisfactory?
What?
MR. JOHNSON: You never saw this boy again.
Was that because the sex was not fulfilling?
You bastard!
You know what he did to me!
You have no right!
He raped me!
Sit down, Ms. Carver.
TERRY: He raped me!
Sit down, Ms. Carver--
now.
Well, I've heard enough.
Ms. Carver, if Mr. Howard did force
you to have sexual relations with him,
I urge you to take the proper steps to press charges.
In the meantime, I see no legitimate reason
why you would want to have further contact with him.
Therefore, I will grant this restraining order.
You will adhere to its provisions
or be in contempt of this court.
You are excused.
Next case.
[music playing]
Terry, I'm sorry.
Just let me go.
- Where are you going? - Home.
I'll walk with you.
[inaudible]
Don't you give up, Terry!
I'm not giving up.
I lost.
You're doing exactly what he wants you to do.
You're running away.
So you-- you got to show him that this was a mistake.
He just did this just to scare you.
Well, it worked, OK?
I am scared.
What you saw was the worst you could possibly go through.
And you survived it.
No.
Do you know what I saw?
I saw that Bill Howard can rape me,
and there is nothing that I can ever do about it.
That's what I saw!
If you don't fight back, you're going to regret
it for the rest of your life.
Judy, I'm not you.
I'm not a fighter.
I just want to be left alone.
What am I supposed to tell the next girl Bill Howard rapes?
[sighs]
Tell her there's nothing she can do about it.
[suspenseful music]
[sirens wailing in background]
Hey, sorry I'm late, guys.
There was a party at the house.
While Terry is sitting alone at her
parents' house wondering how her life got totaled--
party, party.
I had to go.
It's my cover, remember?
Yeah, well, I hope you didn't have any fun.
CAPTAIN FULLER: Your cover doesn't matter
any longer, anyway, guys.
What are you talking about, Captain?
It's time to pull out, cut our losses.
Pull out-- pull out nothing!
If we don't stop him now, what's to keep
him from doing it again?
Guys, we haven't even come up with any proof
that a rape happened at all.
And we don't even have a victim any longer.
We've got nothing.
We've got her word.
We've-- we've gone with less before.
I'm sorry, Hoffs.
I-- I can't sanction devoting anymore of this unit's
resources to a dead-end case.
Then split us up.
Let me stay under alone.
Sorry.
You've got half a day to pull out of your cover.
FRAT BOY: Come on, you guys.
This bathroom looks like a pig pen.
There's towels all over.
Who's responsible?
FRAT BOY: It's not my fault. It's Jim's.
Hey, Tony.
I just heard.
Sorry your transfer didn't come through.
Yeah, well, Syracuse isn't that bad.
When do you go back?
Today.
Well, listen, good luck, man.
Hey, thanks.
OK.
[suspenseful music]
Dave.
DAVE: Syracuse.
What's happening, man?
This is a nice car.
Thanks, I like it.
You need some help with it?
No, I got under control.
Thanks.
I always wanted a little two-seater like this.
Well, why don't you get one?
You can pick them up pretty cheap these days.
Yeah, I'd like to.
But you know, I'm always carting stuff around.
I don't think I could fit it all in one like this.
I never have a problem.
The trunk's pretty big.
That's not that big, Dave.
I mean, what if you wanted to pick up a couple of keggers
of beer or something like that?
No, problem.
Put one in the trunk, one in the passenger seat.
I did it just a couple of weeks ago.
Oh, yeah? Oh, that's right.
That's the time that, uh, Bill Howard went along for the ride,
right?
Yeah.
As a matter of fact, it is.
Why?
MAC: Oh, well, I was just wondering, you know,
if, uh, you had a keg in the front seat with you,
uh, where did Bill sit?
On your lap?
Why are you asking all these questions?
Because, Dave, it's my job.
Man, Bill never raped anybody.
They were trying to frame him.
You planning to testify in court to that effect?
Yeah.
I have to, I guess.
Well, you better make sure.
Because if it isn't true, that's perjury.
And that is a crime.
I'd also have a good case against you
for aiding and abetting.
[sighs]
What do you want to know?
I want you to tell me what really happened that night.
[sighs]
Campus cops showed up at the door.
Bill said he was with me.
Well, what could I say?
He's my best friend.
[birds chirping]
Anyway, they took us down to their office.
And then what happened?
DAVE: Nothing.
Nothing?
Nothing, Dave, huh?
What kind of nothing?
Well, at 2 o'clock, the security captain
got a call from somebody on the phone, the one
with the tape machine on it.
The emergency line?
DAVE: Yeah, I guess.
Anyway, after that, he told us we could go.
[chatter]
[phones ringing]
[police radio chatter]
Uh, Gibson said it was in the middle of the night, right?
Yeah, about 2:00 AM.
That makes it the 16th.
What are you doing?
Oh, we're just playing a tape.
It's an oldie but a goodie, you know?
Yeah, well, just get away from those.
I lied about dropping out of the Academy.
I graduated!
What do you want?
It's all on the warrant.
CAPTAIN [ON TAPE]: Let the police sort it out.
DEAN [ON TAPE]: You mean, the city police?
No, let's not get them involved in it.
CAPTAIN [ON TAPE]: Dean Crane, rape is a felony.
It's a crime not to report it.
DEAN [ON TAPE]: Look, I know that boy.
His father's given this university over $4 million.
Bill Howard wouldn't do this.
CAPTAIN [ON TAPE]: It's not up to us to decide.
DEAN [ON TAPE]: It is if you want to continue working here.
Oh, Briggs, Briggs, Brings.
You know, you should have erased that tape
when you redid your blotter.
You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to speak with an attorney,
to have the attorney present during questioning.
If you so desire and cannot afford one,
an attorney will be appointed for you without
charge before questioning.
Do you understand these rights I've explained to you?
Judy!
Do you understand these rights?
Of course, I understand.
But this is ridiculous.
Conspiracy to do what?
To prevent the reporting of a felony,
to destroy evidence of a felony, to aid a felony
suspect in avoiding apprehension.
You can read the rest on the way downtown.
Come on, Mac.
What I did was in the best interest of those students.
What you did was protect a rapist because he was
the son of a big contributor!
I would never.
Oh, don't worry.
I'm sure the University will use some of those big contributions
to get you a lawyer.
Let's go.
[music playing]
Terry.
Hi.
How are you doing?
I just, uh--
well, I just wanted to stop by to thank you.
I was just doing my job.
No, I meant I wanted to thank you for setting
such a good example.
[sighs]
I mean, I see you, and I see where I'm going.
It doesn't look so bad.
Well, I gotta go.
Keep in touch, OK?
Oh, we'll be seeing a lot of each other.
I'm testifying at its trial.
Pressing charges?
Well, that's what you would do, isn't it?
Yeah, I guess it is.
See you.
Take care.
[music playing]
I-- I need to talk to somebody.
[music playing]
You can talk to me.
I'm Judy.
[music playing]