Hi. My name is Bridgette Dubois,
and I'm going into seventh grade at Bates Middle School.
I'm taking a media class, and my summer homework
was to create a movie about someone I met
or an experience I had this summer.
This is my video.
BRIDGETTE: Before you meet our houseguest, I want you to meet my family.
Go away.
This is my little sister, Marie.
Or at least that's her eye.
I know you're probably wondering
what the rest of her is like,
but it's okay-- you're not missing anything.
Bridgette, turn that camera off!
This is my older sister, Ariel.
She thinks she's God 'cause she can drive
and is kind of pretty and got born before I did.
But I don't care.
She's leaving for college soon, and then I'll be God...
if you don't count Mom and Dad.
Put that thing away!
(snoring)
This is my dad.
He falls asleep on the couch a lot on weekends.
My mom keeps saying not to wake him up.
It's not his fault that he's so sleepy.
I don't get it, but that's adult stuff, and it bores me.
And this is my mom.
She has a really cool job at the district attorney's office.
Look, I'm sorry. I can't help you.
And I'd really appreciate it if you'd just leave my house.
Leave your house?
What kind of respect for the dead is that?
Bad enough I can't taste nothing.
Bad enough I can't change out of this suit.
Bad enough I can't do nothing
about this unfortunate blemish I got here.
And now I got to deal with your bad attitude?
And this is our summer houseguest.
His name is Tony.
And, oh, yeah... he's dead.
You see, my mom talks to dead people,
and sometimes they drop by to ask her things,
whether they're invited or not.
Have a little pity, psychic lady.
How would you like it?
You're walking down the street minding your own business
and a bunch of goons sneak up behind you,
put a bag on your head,
throw you in the trunk of a car, and pop-pop,
next thing you know, you're buried under an overpass,
never to be heard from again.
Leave me alone.
You talking to me?
No! No.
I just want names.
Tell me who did this to me.
I know you can do it.
I heard about you from well-connected people.
No. I'm sorry. I can't help you.
I just don't help bad men.
Wait a second.
What makes you think I'm a bad man?
You can tell by just looking at me?
Tony decided he was going to wear Mom down.
He'd stay as long as it took.
Classic, shmassic.
This movie's ridiculous.
Shh.
I don't even think Jimmy Caan is Italian.
Is he still here?
My dad had the hardest time with it.
The rest of us thought he was fun.
And if you roll two sixes, what do you call that?
Boxcars!
(chuckles) Right again, sweetheart.
But the nights were hard for him.
Ghosts don't sleep, you know.
Come on. What do you say we put on a little music,
have a little fun?
Anyone got the password
so I can get the adult channel on the cable?
TONY: I don't think your mother's ever
going to tell me what I need to know.
BRIDGETTE: She's afraid you'll find a way to get even somehow.
She doesn't want to be a part of anyone getting hurt.
I think I got to get out of here, Bridgette.
There's some place I'm supposed to be,
and I think it's time I get there.
I'm going to miss you, Tony.
I think you're the coolest.
You know what?
I am the coolest.
You wouldn't happen to know where your father keeps
his ATM card, would you?
And then, one day, we woke up, and he was just gone.
Just disappeared.
I still miss him.
I thought that he was
the most amazing human being I'd ever met.
And maybe that's why I've decided that,
instead of starting seventh grade today,
I'm going to embark on a life of crime.
Oh, which reminds me...
Mom, I've got your car keys, and I've got your wallet.
And don't worry.
Once I make it over the state line, I'll call.
(gasps)
(groans)
You okay?
Yeah. No.
Just a weird, stupid dream.
Bridgette, first day of middle school.
Just makes me nervous.
Relax. It's going to be fine.
It's school.
It's not like she's going to be hanging out with criminals.
Where are you going?
It's still early.
I got to find my car keys and my wallet.
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MAN: Look, I know the district attorney is a very busy man.
CITY WORKER: You need to make an appointment.
But you don't understand.
All right? I... I need help with this now.
I don't have time to make an appointment.
I'm sorry, but if you don't have an appointment,
I can't let you through.
Why don't you try the police?
The police won't do anything.
Excuse me, sir?
Hi. I-I'm sorry.
I couldn't help but overhear.
I... I work for the district attorney,
and maybe I can help you.
MAN: I don't know about this.
DISTORTED VOICE: Come on, Walter.
You said your tooth's killing you, right?
So do it. Come on, man. Just yank it out of there.
I'll throw in an extra 20 bucks.
That's $30. (coughs)
Okay, I've seen enough. (man screaming over video)
This is just one of many.
There's got to be a law against that.
Right? I mean, he's humiliating my father.
He's getting him to injure himself.
And then, if you can believe it,
he puts these things on the Internet
for other people to see.
I mean, that can't be right.
That's invasion of privacy, right?
You're right, it's terrible,
but I'm not sure it's actually a crime.
I mean, your father's an adult,
and he's taking money for what he's doing.
But he's obviously impaired.
Look, we're not close.
I wouldn't let him live on the street like that
if I were in his life.
If he would let me in his life.
But I... I can't just let people do this to him.
How long has it been since the two of you have spoken?
Uh... I don't know.
Ten years?
He's a troubled guy.
He's got his demons.
Can't you find the guy
making these videos?
Arrest him or something?
How can he be allowed to do that?
WOMAN: We've just enough time
for one more summer media project.
How about... Cameron?
I'm Cameron Berkley, and I'm new to your school.
I just moved to Phoenix this summer.
I wish I could tell you about my old hometown,
but the FBI won't let me.
I guess that's just life in the Witness Protection Program.
(chuckles)
(school bell ringing)
Your video was great.
Really? I don't know.
Mrs. Hudson seemed pretty annoyed.
Said I made a mockery of the assignment.
Yeah, well, that's what made the video great.
And I can see you like movies.
I love movies.
Especially science fiction and anything by Kubrick.
Well, it was cool meeting you, and...
thanks for liking my video.
WALTER: I don't know.
I ate breakfast a little while ago.
DISTORTED VOICE: So?
There's good protein in there, man.
Come on, Walter, go for it.
Okay. That's enough.
I get the idea.
Yeah. Nice, huh?
And this one's fairly tame.
I mean, there's-- ugh-- four or five
other ones in there that... (sighs)
It's terrible-- it's disgusting--
but it isn't illegal.
As long as he keeps taking money for it, it isn't illegal.
I don't think there's really a lot that I can do for him.
Have you called social services?
He's a regular at all the... the shelters.
Beyond giving him a warm bed for the night
or trying to convince him to dry out,
there's not really a lot they can do.
Oh.
("Thus Spoke Zarathustra" by Richard Strauss plays faintly)
You hear that?
(music continues over TV)
Hey, Bridge, what are you doing up?
You're supposed to be in bed.
You have school in the morning.
Oh, hi, Mom.
I'm just trying to watch this old space movie.
(shuts TV off)
Why? Is it an assignment or something?
No. There's this new kid at school,
and he kind of really loves movies,
and I think this is one of his favorites.
He?
So, what do you think?
Actually, it's pretty boring.
First, there are these monkeys,
and then we're in space.
Eh. I got to be honest--
I've seen a lot better movies about monkeys in space.
Yeah, well, I've actually seen this movie before,
and it's... it's pretty amazing.
It's pretty spectacular.
You just... you just have to be patient with it.
You just have to give it a chance.
I don't know.
I mean, I don't even know who the bad guys are yet.
Well, you want me to sit out here with you
and watch it for a little while?
Sure.
(turns on TV, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" playing)
DISTORTED VOICE: Walter.
Hey, Walter.
You still thirsty?
Come on, Walter.
Let's see you drink this.
I think-think I had about all I need.
Yeah, well, you're thinking wrong.
This stuff is special.
This stuff is the best ever.
Just one sip.
Come on, you're gonna love it.
Got quite a kick, doesn't it?
(coughing)
(coughs)
("Thus Spoke Zarathustra" continues playing over TV)
Weird dream.
Wow. What time is it?
Is it midnight?
Yeah, it's late.
Time for bed.
(crickets chirping)
Good night, Mom.
Night, sweetie.
(doors close)
JOE: Bridge?
What are you doing in here?
It's the middle of the night.
Go get in your own bed.
BRIDGETTE: "Bridge"?
What are you talking about?
It's me, Allison, and I am in my own bed.
JOE: Whoa!
What do you mean, you are Allison?
What do you mean, "what do I mean"?
And why are you looking at me like that?
How's a kid supposed to get any rest
with all this yelling out here?
Oh, no.
Mom, you look funny.
"Mom"?
Why are you calling her Mom?
Okay, what is everybody doing in the hallway?
Mind your own beeswax and crawl back into your hole.
Mom.
Ariel, just give us a minute here to figure things out.
Dad, what is going on here?
I don't know, honey. I just got here myself.
What's going on?
Are we having a family meeting?
Boy, you are dumb.
Mom! Mom! What?!
Dad! Dad!
Yep, that's me.
Still.
What are you doing?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
Uh, yeah, I... I completely get the talking part.
It's the "I'm" part that's, uh, throwing me.
I need to sleep on the couch.
Why?
Have you looked in a mirror?
You know, this is one of those moments
where I could really use your support.
You have my support.
You have it in heart, in mind, in spirit.
Just... not in bed.
Excuse me.
Fine. You do what you need to do.
I got to make a call, anyways.
Call? Br-- Allison.
What-- It's 20 past 12:00.
Who are you calling?
Devalos.
Before all this happened, I had a dream about that man's father.
The one in the videos.
Someone tried to make him drink rubbing alcohol.
That could kill him, you know.
Okay, okay, give me the phone.
Hey!
You can't make that call. Listen to yourself.
You sound like...
Like my 12-year-old daughter.
*
Okay, you want me to do it?
(dialing)
(sighs softly)
Holy crap.
What are you staring at?
We're all going to look like this someday.
Ooh.
*
Can I ask a question?
I don't know.
Can you ask a question?
Of course you can ask a question.
What are you guys going to do about school and stuff?
Okay, so here's what we're going to do.
I'm going to e-mail my boss, I'm going to explain to him
that I'm not feeling well and that I can't come in today.
Oh, and same thing goes for you, too, kiddo.
No school today.
Yes!
Excellent.
Outstanding thinking, Mom.
Oh, darn.
I have my pre-algebra test today.
That's okay. That's not a problem, because I will--
your mom and I will write you a note,
and you can take a makeup test.
Oh, no.
I have Mean Mr. Morris for math this year.
He hates makeup tests almost as much as he hates kids.
ARIEL: Actually, that's true.
I had him.
He thinks that kids try and cheat by skipping school
and then finding out what's on the tests.
And then he makes the makeup tests twice as hard.
Yeah, well, doesn't seem like we have a lot of options.
Well, hold on a second.
Allison, you know math.
Don't you think you can pass
a seventh-grade math test?
What are you talking about?
I think I know what he's talking about.
You go to my school and you take my test for me.
No, no, no.
That is not going to happen.
What-- no, it's a great idea.
Listen, no one's going to know that you're not her.
You don't have to stay the whole day at school.
You just take the test, and then you tell them
that you feel sick, and you go down to the nurse's office,
and I'll come pick you up.
Or I could pick you up.
You can't drive.
Yes, I can.
I have a license with my picture on it and everything.
No. No, you won't.
Because you're staying right here.
And if you touch either one of those cars,
you're going to be grounded for life.
Understand?
Right.
But I still get to watch TV all day, right?
(sighs)
(exhales sharply)
Can't believe I'm actually doing this.
Ah, it's going to be fine.
Um, do you want to go over it again?
Yeah, maybe.
Homeroom number?
304.
Teacher's name: Mr. Hanley.
First period?
English. Mr. Wesley.
Second? Art. Ms. Manson.
Third?
The main event.
Math.
I take the test, and then I'm getting out of there.
(groans)
Yeah.
I guess I'll see you later.
You'll definitely see me later.
God, I hated seventh grade.
(phone ringing)
(turns off TV)
(phone beeps on)
Hello.
DEVALOS: Allison?
Maybe. Depends.
Who's asking?
It's Manuel.
Look, uh, I know you're not feeling well,
but I thought you'd want to hear.
After Joe called last night,
I sent some officers to that alley.
They found the man you'd dreamed about.
Unfortunately, they didn't find him soon enough.
I'm afraid he's dead.
Wow. You found a dead guy?
Allison, you all right?
Oh, yeah, sure.
Other than being sick.
So where's the dead guy now?
Well, he's in the morgue.
Really?
Uh, am I allowed to go look at him?
Of course you can go look at him,
but I thought you were sick and staying home.
Well, not if you order me to come and look at him.
If you order me to come in and look at the dead guy,
then nobody could really get mad at me, you know,
leaving the house and maybe taking a cab down there.
You know?
Allison, I... I'm really concerned about you.
You don't sound like yourself at all.
Does that mean you want to see me?
Are you ordering me to come down and see you and the dead guy?
Well, I don't know how to answer that.
Only you know how you're feeling.
I'm feeling like that's an order.
So, let me ask you, how does this work?
Do you have a lunch room down there
or do I have to bring something?
Hmm?
(school bell ringing)
Nurse's office. Nurse's office.
Hey, Bridgette! Bridgette!
Hey, been trying to get your attention
ever since the bell rang.
You mad at me or something?
Me? Mad? At you?
Why would I be mad at you?
I don't know.
You just seem... different.
Anyway, I brought in some of those movies
we were talking about yesterday.
I mean, if you wanted to borrow them.
Oh.
Cameron.
Thanks.
That's really nice.
You're nice.
Isn't that nice that you're nice?
I'm sorry that I didn't pay attention
to you back there.
I mean, I'm just, I'm not feeling very well.
And I was actually headed to the nurse's office.
I think I'm going to end up going home.
Oh. Well, you want me to walk you there?
Do you actually know where it is?
Sure.
So is it, like, a stomach thing or a head thing
or kind of an all over thing?
It's kind of an all over thing.
Well, you think it'll be gone by Saturday?
Boy, I hope so.
Good. 'Cause the original Planet of the Apes is playing
at this old movie theater downtown,
and my dad's gonna drop me off,
and I was kind of wondering if you wanted to go.
You're not saying anything.
Did you just ask me out?
Like, on a date?
Okay. Yeah.
I... I guess.
So, is it okay?
Do you want to go?
(elevator bell dings)
*
(grunts)
(sighs): Hi.
You wanted to see me, boss?
Yes.
You remember Mr. Durant.
Yes.
No.
DEVALOS: Um, you feeling any better?
Your feet giving you trouble?
No, these shoes.
I mean, who thought those up?
Some grown-up, probably some boy grown-up.
I was just about to bring Mr. Durant down to the morgue.
See if he's able to identify the body of his father.
You know what your dad looks like, right?
Yes.
Don't worry. He can do it.
Would you like to join us?
To see the dead guy?
Cool.
GARY: That's him. (clears throat)
That's my father.
(sighs)
It's the first time I've seen him in...
I don't know-- it's got to be ten years.
(sighs)
I just hoped he'd...
pull himself together...
get some help.
I'm sorry. This is hard.
It's okay, Mr. Durant.
You take all the time you need, sir.
(whispering): Hey.
That's not really him, is it?
What are you talking about?
He looks so phony.
You're not trying to trick this guy, are you?
Allison.
(clearing throat)
Thank you, Mr. Durant.
Yeah. (clears throat)
Uh, when they called to tell me they found my father,
uh, they told me they thought there might be a video
of whatever it was that happened to him on the Internet.
DEVALOS: It's true.
We're in the process of having it taken down.
It's footage of an unidentified man
paying your father to drink
from a bottle labeled rubbing alcohol.
According to the medical examiner,
the bottle was actually filled with drain cleaner.
Oh, my God.
Now, because the man behind the camera
misrepresented the contents of the bottle,
we are treating this case as a homicide.
MORGUE ATTENDANT: Excuse me.
Ma'am, what are you doing?
I'm sorry.
I just... he didn't look real.
(doorbell rings)
No key.
Where have you been?
We've been worried sick about you.
You are in so much trouble!
I'm starving. What's for dinner?
Hey. We are talking to you, young lady.
Your father just got off the phone
with the district attorney.
You went to my office today, didn't you?
Can't believe you ate without me.
What your mother is trying to say
is that you were supposed to stay at home today.
That was the plan. (scoffs) What?
Mom's boss called me,
and he practically ordered me to go down there.
Oh, no. In fact...
he told Daddy that you were acting
like a crazy person at the morgue today.
Sit down at that table, young lady.
Daddy had to come up with an excuse
that you were on medication.
Bridgette, how could you do that to us
when we specifically told you not to?
Hey, look, I'm sorry.
None of this is my fault.
I didn't plan this.
How would you like to be a 12-year-old
sitting at home all by yourself all day long.
And by the way, your job is boring.
Boring!
I mean, besides the dead guy
and the... the snacks, I would much prefer
to be at school taking that stupid test.
So how did my test go, anyway?
(exhales)
Went okay.
Just okay?
No, I... maybe they've changed pre-algebra
since I last took it.
Or added some new pre-algebra.
Well, either way, I think I did all right.
All right?
I put goop all over my face and you're giving me "all right"?
You better not have done anything embarrassing.
Bridgette, what kind of a way
is that to talk to... to her? Huh?
For your information, I left right after third period,
so I didn't get a chance to talk to anyone.
Oh, except that boy-- Cameron.
You talked to Cameron?
(sighs) What did he say?
Nothing. Nothing that he isn't going
to say to you next time you see him.
Well, what does that mean?
Well, it means that he said some things,
and I made him promise to say them again
next time you see him at school
so that you don't miss out on anything.
But... what if I don't want to wait?
When am I going back to school?
When is this thing going to be fixed?
You know I don't know the answer to that.
Then, tell me what he said.
No. I really want you to hear it from him.
Fine, then I'll call him.
You can't do that. You don't sound like you.
This sucks.
Then, can you call him?
And what, ask him to repeat
the same things he already said to me today?
Then, you should just say them to me.
Just... tell me what he said.
(sighs)
He likes you.
He said that?
No. He said...
that he's going to a movie on Saturday,
and he was wondering if you could come.
And what did you say?
I said, "Ask me again when I'm feeling better."
What? You couldn't just say yes?
Well, I knew that was the first time
anyone had ever asked you out,
and I wanted you to be the one to say yes.
But I'm not there to say yes, and I may never be.
Bridge...
But what if he changes his mind?
And what if this thing isn't fixed by Saturday?
You know, you guys are yelling at me.
Mom spends three hours in my shoes--
she completely ruins my life, and you guys are yelling at me.
I-I don't know about this.
DISTORTED VOICE: Come on, Walter.
You said your tooth's killing you, right?
So do it. Come on, man, just yank it out of there.
I'll throw in an extra 20 bucks.
That's $30. (coughs)
(groaning)
(with distorted voice): Oh, my God.
That's so gnarly.
Best one yet, Walter.
You earned your money today.
BRIDGETTE: I'm telling you, it was Bridgette's friend, Cameron,
who shot all those videos and killed that man.
JOE: So, if I understand you correctly,
our daughter is in love with a sociopath?
It's not funny, Joe.
What are we going to do?
How are we going to tell her?
Well, I don't think there's anything to tell her.
You've e-mailed all the pertinent information
to the district attorney,
and I think all we can do now is just sit tight...
But I don't want to just sit tight.
I mean, I think everything
that's going on right now is connected.
Don't you see?
I think I had to become Bridgette
so I could meet this Cameron kid and find out who he truly is
and put a stop to all this.
ALLISON: No. You're wrong.
Cameron would never do any of the things
that you said that he did.
Sweetie...
No. Don't "sweetie" me.
All right. Honey, come on.
Come sit down.
Let me tell you what's going on.
Let me tell you what I know.
No. I know what you know, and you're wrong.
(door slams)
(school bell ringing)
ALLISON: Hi, Cameron.
Do I know you?
Uh, no, but...
but you know my daughter, Bridgette.
Did you know that the police think that you, uh,
made all these awful videos with this homeless man?
They think that you...
killed him.
I even know this... this person
who said that they, uh, saw you do it,
but, you know, she doesn't know you like I know you.
Thing is, the police
take this person's word really seriously.
So... you know, you might want to be ready
if case they come looking for you.
You might want to talk to your parents or...
(car pulling up)
You know, you could tell me that you didn't do it.
I mean, that's a really good place to start.
(car doors opening and closing)
Oh, no.
SCANLON: Cameron Berkley?
My name's Lee Scanlon.
These officers are going to give you a ride.
We're going to meet with you and your parents,
see if maybe you can answer a few questions for us.
Didn't expect to see you here.
Figured you'd be down with the flu or something.
Where are they taking him?
Uh, the computer guys think they found a way
to link the kid to the videos.
Manny asked me to scoop him up,
bring him back to the DA's office
so we could have a conversation.
If you're feeling up to it,
I'm sure he'd love you to sit in.
DISTORTED VOICE: Got quite a kick, doesn't it?
(Walter gagging, coughing)
(coughing)
I apologize for making you sit through that,
Mr. and Mrs. Berkley, but I do think that it's important
that you understand the serious nature
of the crime that we believe your son committed.
CAMERON'S DAD: You're insane.
You all are.
If you think our son had anything to do with...
Mr. Berkley, if I may.
My client has already told you he doesn't know that man.
My client has already told you he didn't make this video,
nor any of the others you've alluded to.
So what are we doing here?
Can you see my client's face on the other videos?
Because I certainly can't see it in this one.
In every video, the person who made it
took great care to keep himself off camera.
Then, I will ask you again: What are we doing here?
Late yesterday, our Computer Crimes Division
was able to trace the IP address of the hard drive
the perpetrator used to upload most of his videos.
Turns out they came from a public access computer
at the Saguaro Branch Public Library.
I assume that that library is familiar to you.
I believe it's within walking distance of your house.
Nine of the 12 videos produced
were uploaded at the library.
In each instance, the computer was signed out
to one "Dave Bowman."
That's the name of the lead character
in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Your client is quite the movie buff.
I have a copy of Mr. Bowman's signature here.
(Devalos clears throat)
I have a strong suspicion that if our handwriting expert
were to compare that to a sample of Cameron's writing,
it would be a match.
What do you think, Cameron?
Would you like to give us a sample right now?
Prove me wrong?
(softly): I didn't kill him.
I'm sorry. I need you to speak up, Cameron.
I didn't kill that man.
And I didn't make that video.
The county medical examiner puts Walter Durant's death
at approximately 9:15 two days ago.
Can you account for your whereabouts at that time?
I was home.
My parents were out.
I was playing video games until about 11:00,
and then I went to bed.
(rock music blaring)
Yes!
He didn't do it.
I beg your pardon.
He's telling the truth.
Hey! You're innocent!
Allison, what are you doing?
It's okay. Seriously. I saw it.
He was playing video games.
He's not the killer.
I'm sorry, Dubois, what do you mean when you say you "saw it."
I saw it... in my head.
He was doing just what he said he was doing.
DEVALOS: Allison!
I... need to speak with you... outside.
(groans)
Have you lost your mind?
Is that a trick question?
Allison, I kid you not, if you and I didn't have the history that we do
I would be firing you right now.
I don't understand.
Cameron is innocent-- that's all that really matters.
I don't know why you're all mad.
Why? Because I don't happen to think that he is innocent.
I think you actually had it right in the first place.
Cameron Berkley humiliated Walter Durant
for his own sick amusement, and then he murdered him.
But none of that matters anymore,
because you just destroyed any chance I have
of making a case against him!
Why would you have to make a case?
He was just playing video games, like he said he was-- I saw it.
I even saw the time on the clock-- it was 9:04.
Oh, that's great.
Did you also happen to see a calendar?
Did you see anything at all that would indicate
that it was 9:04 two nights ago
and not 9:04 any other night of the year?
Allison...
I'm at a loss.
You've basically announced to that attorney
that you're the source of the anonymous tip.
Now, it's not gonna take her long to figure out
that you probably didn't actually see any of this.
And don't you think she's gonna have a field day with that in court?!
So not only did you
make a liar out of me,
you told him and his attorney that there was no real grounds
for investigating him in the first place.
Forget about charging him, we'll be lucky if they don't sue us!
Well, I'm sorry.
I don't think I would have seen it if it wasn't true.
Allison... just go home.
I don't know what's gotten into you these past few days,
but I'd rather you just stay at home until it's past.
I can't go home; I don't have a ride.
Wait a second, I think my ride just got here.
(smacks lips)
(crickets chirping)
Fresh pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow,
straight from the lion's den.
If you want anything else from Bridgette's room,
you're going to have to go get it yourself.
After everything that she's done today,
I can't believe that she's mad at us.
I wouldn't go expecting an apology anytime soon.
She's convinced her would-be boyfriend is innocent.
Maybe I should just go tell Devalos
what's really going on.
How do you think he would feel about a 12-year-old
working in his office?
I don't know.
Do you think Bridgette's school would be okay
with a mother of three in seventh grade?
(doorbell rings)
Are you expecting somebody?
I'm 12-- who would I be expecting?
Uh, hi. My name's Cameron.
I'm a friend of Bridgette's.
I, um, know it's late, but...
I was wondering if maybe I could talk to her.
She was awesome.
Your mom, I mean.
She really stuck up for me.
Mm-hmm.
That's the real reason I came over tonight.
I had lied, Bridgette.
I lied.
I did know the man in those videos.
But I don't understand.
Why would you do that?
(sighs)
He used to panhandle in front of this theater I liked to go to.
I was coming out of a movie one night,
and he asked me if I had any spare change.
He told me if I gave him a quarter,
he'd eat it.
I don't know why, but... I thought that was funny.
I asked him why he'd want to do something like that.
He just shrugged.
He said it was gonna be worth the same coming out
as it was going in.
So I gave him a quarter.
And he did it.
Then I gave him another one...
and another one...
Then I whipped out my phone and recorded it.
And then you put it on the Internet.
So, then, when did you get the idea to kill him?
Cameron, don't say another word!
She's trying to trick you.
She thinks that you're guilty.
You think I'm guilty?
Cameron came here, Mom,
because he wants to tell the truth.
Don't you want to hear the truth?
I already know the truth. No, Mrs. Dubois, you don't.
I know Walter...
and I did make most of those videos,
but I didn't make that last one, and I certainly didn't kill him.
He was my friend, okay?
I know how crazy that sounds...
but it's true.
I made this.
It's kind of a documentary
about Walter and his life.
I came here to ask Bridgette
to ask you to please show this
to the district attorney.
I think if he looks at it, he'll see I...
I could have never killed Walter.
WALTER: I guess "bum" is the word I hate the most.
A bum's a guy
who never did nothin', and that ain't me.
I'm a veteran.
I fought hard for this country.
You coming
to bed soon? It's not like I have to get up
and go to school in the morning.
WALTER: People say, "Hey, man, this is America; get a job."
You understand
this doesn't prove anything.
That he could've made this movie
and still killed Walter Durant.
Yeah, and you know that he could have erased all this, right?
He could've gotten rid of everything and anything
that connected him to this guy
and never said a word to anyone about it.
But he didn't.
He came to us.
( Walter continues narrating indistinctly)
(sighs)
WALTER: ...but then I realized...
If there's one thing I regret...
I suppose it's what I did to my family--
my son, especially.
I don't think he was ever the same after I left.
Oh.
Oh, what time is it?
(groans) It's time for bed.
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Hey, I'm me! You're you! Hey, I'm me! You're you!
I just, I saw my face in the bathroom mirror!
I just did the same exact thing!
We're us again!
But I don't understand; what is different?
Everything! Everything's different!
I mean, I'm 12 again, and you're... whatever you are.
Honey, listen,
I mean, what happened?
Why did we switch back?
We didn't do anything but fall asleep, did we?
Last thing I remember, Cameron's movie was still on,
and Walter was saying something about his family.
WALTER: If there's one thing I regret...
I suppose it's what I did to my family--
my son, especially.
I don't think he was ever the same after I left.
Hey, that's the guy that was in the morgue with me.
Isn't that Walter's son?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is.
BRIDGETTE: That's weird.
The other day at your work, he was saying that
he hadn't seen his father in years.
Yeah, that's the same thing he told me when I met him.
WALTER: If there's one thing I regret...
I suppose it's what I did
to my family--
my son, especially.
I don't think he...
Well, obviously,
I misspoke.
Uh, I went to visit him a few weeks ago.
We did speak.
It was right after I became aware
of his stunts on the Internet.
I begged him to stop.
But you didn't mention any of this to Mrs. Dubois
the day you asked for her help.
Well, it seemed sort of beside the point.
My dad wasn't the one I needed legal help with.
It was the monster making these videos.
Were you aware that your father
was worth a lot more dead than he was alive?
What are you talking about? Even though the man
walked away from you and your mother,
he made sure you'd both be comfortable when he died.
Life insurance,
property up north, Army death benefit.
Now that you're his only survivor,
you stand to make out all right.
I loved my father.
That's a very ghoulish and ugly thing to say to someone.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
How about you let us look at the camera?
What camera?
Oh, you don't have a camera?
A video camera?
No. I have no children.
I have no need to have a video camera.
This is a copy of your most recent credit card statement.
On the day your father died,
you purchased a fairly expensive video camera,
a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bottle of drain cleaner.
Were you lying just now, or did you simply misspeak again?
(chuckles) N-None of this proves anything.
Maybe not-- but it certainly paints an ugly picture.
You see, I think you murdered your father,
and I think you wanted him dead for some time.
So I suspect when you saw him in these videos on the Internet,
you saw an opportunity to get what you finally wanted.
Confess to everything right now,
and I'm willing to offer you life in prison.
You make me prove it all, Mr. Durant,
and you're looking at the death penalty.
The choice is yours.
(school bell rings)
Hey, I thought Daddy was supposed to be
picking me up today. You know, he was going to,
but, um, I kind of miss seeing your face in the mirror,
so I figured, you know, I'd settle for the next best thing.
Come on, what, you didn't get your sense of humor back
along with your personality?
What's this?
It's the math test you took for me.
C-plus. I thought you knew math.
Yeah, I thought I did, too.
You know this is gonna go down on my permanent record, right?
Hey, you know, C-plus is pretty good
for someone who didn't study.
BRIDGETTE: The next time I switch places with someone,
I'm totally switching with Daddy.
That guy knows math.
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