- Thanks for taking us to the movies.
- You're welcome, Donna.
See you at school tomorrow.
I'll wait for you at cheerleading tryouts.
Yeah, I think I'm gonna skip it this year.
Why?
Well, my mom doesn't think
it's such a good idea, you know,
- with all that's happened.
- She's probably right.
There's only one spot left on the team,
and one of us has to get it
so that Crissy doesn't.
What did that poor girl do to you two
to make you hate her so?
Where do you want me to start?
See you tomorrow. Bye.
Bye.
They had an 8 and 2 record in 1941,
when they won the Rose Bowl at Duke.
I'm home.
Dad?
Joey?
I almost killed myself on this!
Joey?
Did you hear me, butthole?
Hey!
Turn the TV down.
Where is she?
Where is she?
She's not here!
I swear to God!
Oh, help me, somebody!
Please, don't.
She belongs to me.
Where is she?
- I know you know, you're her mother.
- No!
Tell me where she is!
She's at a sleepover.
Please, don't.
Help me! Help me! Please, stop! Stop!
Help me!
I did it for us.
No!
And then what happens?
And then I wake up, just like I always did.
Well, like I told you before,
the nightmare is an associate form
of reliving the real experience.
It's to be expected.
I know.
I just...
They went away for such a long time.
I can't believe they're back.
Donna, it's going to take
more than three years.
You're doing amazingly well.
Think of him only as a phantom to you now.
He was caught and put away forever
The only place that he can hurt you
is in your dreams.
I just thought they stopped.
Psychological trauma often heightens
during times of transition.
And you don't need me to tell you
that your life is in transition.
High school is coming to an end,
college in the fall.
The uncertainty
that comes with being an adult.
The memories of that night
will come and go and fade with time,
but you will never forget it.
Just like you'll never forget tomorrow night.
But hopefully that will be a memory
that you'll always want to remember.
So, tell me,
what color is your dress?
It's a champagne color
with pink and gold beads and it's corseted,
so it's a little sexy.
Oh, it sounds pretty.
If you want to talk about sexy,
you should see Lisa's dress
with that plunging neckline.
Ronnie's gonna love you in it.
Yeah, he's gonna love me
even more out of it.
I made sure Ronnie got
the biggest limousine he could find.
I can't actually believe
that Michael is helping spring for the limo
and a two bedroom suite
with Ronnie and Bobby.
It's prom night.
That boy's planning on getting laid.
Yeah. In his dreams maybe.
All right, Donna. Have a look.
Oh, it looks good. I like it.
- Donna?
- What?
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
What time did Bobby say
to be ready for the limo?
- 7:00.
- Oh, I'm so excited.
- He's going to be here soon, Donna!
- Okay, Aunt Karen!
She's come so far.
Going to her senior prom.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, my God. Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry.
Sorry.
No, no, it's okay.
Have you stopped taking your pills?
Yeah, for like a week now.
You know what Dr. Crowe said.
I know, I just...
I don't want to be numb tonight.
I wanna remember everything.
Everything that happens.
Besides, you know, it's my prom.
I'm supposed to be really anxious, right?
Of course you are.
Gosh, you look so beautiful.
Thanks.
You are gonna have so much fun.
This is gonna be a great night.
Oh, my God! He's here.
Don't worry.
Here.
I know she would want you
to wear it tonight.
No, no. What if I get something on it?
She would be so proud of you.
Come here.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go downstairs
and tell Bobby that you're almost ready.
Okay.
Thanks.
I wouldn't be getting
a scholarship or anything, not my first year.
But I think if I work really, really hard...
You look beautiful.
Thanks.
You look so good. You clean up very well.
Thank you.
It's so pretty.
Yeah. Four hours with the flower lady.
- Did you pick it out yourself?
- Kind of.
Did not!
Okay, yeah. Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Here, I can do this.
- I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
- Oh, my God!
You totally scared me.
- Perfect.
- Photo op.
Okay, ready?
- So cheesy.
- Okay. One, two, three, four, five.
There we go.
We're trusting you.
- I went to prom once...
- Honey, honey. It's okay.
I know, sir.
You have nothing to worry about.
You're the most beautiful girl in the world.
- Thanks, Uncle Jack.
- Come here.
- I love you guys.
- Have a great time, all right?
- Thank you.
- Good night.
I cannot wait to get there.
You look awesome!
Let's get to the goddamn prom.
You guys look so pretty!
Well, not the guys,
the guys look very handsome.
Wait, now guys get in.
You know Crissy is going
all Hollywood with her theme this year
since she's the president
of the prom committee.
I heard that she spent $100,000 over budget
and her dad had to write a check.
- Stop it!
- He's totally pissed!
I wish that was my daddy.
Rich bitch, one word.
- Oh, hyphen.
- $100,000?
Come on, more pictures! Pictures!
Next?
Great. Perfect.
- Hey, Winn.
- Yeah, that's Detective Winn to you, kid.
This just came in for you.
What?
- Biller here.
- This is Detective Winn from Bridgeport PD.
I'm calling about a fax
concerning the escape of Richard Fenton.
What the hell is going on?
We just received word from the hospital
of Fenton's escape on Wednesday evening.
Why'd it take three goddamn days
to notify us?
Sorry, sir. I needed to notify the court.
- Damn it, I don't believe this.
- What is it?
This is a case I had three years ago.
Hey, Jones, get me a car?
Come on.
High school teacher, he got crazy obsessed
with a young female student.
They fired him. That didn't stop it.
Then the family got a restraining order
against him and he went psycho.
She got home from the movies,
he didn't know she was there.
She hid under the bed
and had to watch him kill her mother.
Oh, my God.
We arrested that son-of-a-bitch at his house.
We found journals of this guy
having fantasies about this girl.
He had pictures of her everywhere.
That was pretty hard for her, too,
she had to ID him.
You got something to say, Mr. Fenton?
Nothing can keep us apart.
- That's him.
- She needs me now more than ever.
She has no family.
- I see what you're trying to do.
- All she has is me.
- Hey, listen to me.
- You know we love one another?
- Ask Donna.
- Can we go now, please?
Are we almost done here?
Donna makes me feel,
and when I touch her...
That's enough!
Don't look over there, look at me!
- Can we go now, please?
- We'll be together forever.
You're gonna be in jail!
We'll be together forever.
That's my promise.
That's enough. We're going.
All right, you're going to jail.
I'll see you soon, Donna.
We matched DNA,
his prints were everywhere,
so her IDing him sealed the deal.
As far as we were concerned,
he was going to die. Definitely.
The jury didn't think so.
No, they came back with insanity.
He's been in a maximum security prison
for the criminally insane
up until three days ago.
What happened to the girl?
Well, she's got an aunt and uncle
that live here. They took her in.
After the trial,
things settled down a little bit,
- until she started getting the letters.
- Letters?
Yeah, and some sick shit, too.
Hang tight, kid.
I'm gonna go tell the aunt and uncle.
This is gonna rock their world.
- Oh, we're turning in! We're here!
- Are we here? Yeah!
Holy crap!
We're here!
Talk about Hollywood.
You look lovely.
Nice try, Mr. Nichols. Bad boy.
Oh, God!
May I help you, sir?
Donna Keppel, you look incredible.
And Claire, you, too.
And Lisa, wow!
That dress, it's so...
Inappropriate?
Crissy! Wow, your dress...
It's so simple.
It's so you.
Girls.
Gentlemen?
Crissy, come on, this is prom.
Okay, let's just all be nice,
and just forget about the past.
As fellow prom queen nominee,
I want to wish you luck tonight.
You're gonna need all you can get.
Oh, you think you got it all wrapped up,
do you?
Well, they're certainly not propped up
and on parade like yours are,
that's for sure.
- You know what, I'm so sick...
- Baby, baby, she's not even worth it.
Look, you're gonna be queen,
I'm gonna be your king, all right?
Look, I'm gonna go get the keys right quick.
I'll be back.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
Lisa, you really do look beautiful.
I just know you're gonna win.
Well, thanks, Ms. Waters.
- Have fun.
- Bye.
I know who she voted for.
- She is so in love with you.
- Shut up.
Bridgeport High, huh?
Come on, now. What's up, everybody,
and welcome to the prom of all proms!
- Oh, my God! Look at this place!
- Hey, look at me on the big screen.
Bridgeport High, make some noise!
Yeah!
My name is DJ Tyler.
I'm gonna be hosting the events tonight.
This has to be the greatest prom on Earth.
Brought to you also by Crissy Lynn.
I see you over there, girl. Yeah!
Congratulations, Bridgeport High,
to all 206 of you graduates.
It's time to get the party started!
Get out there and get your party pumping!
Now, it's time for a little Consequence.
I mean, you gotta hand it to Crissy, though.
This is amazing!
Wait, does this mean
we can't make fun of her anymore?
Nah!
And just so you know,
our fitness center will be closed
because of the renovations being done
on the mezzanine level.
Thank you, Mr. Ramsey.
If I can just get your autograph.
Can I get three keys to suite 312?
I have it reserved under Ronnie Heflin.
One moment.
All right. There you are, Mr. Heflin.
Thank you.
Do you have a preference
as to which floor, Mr. Ramsey?
Third floor would be great.
You really outdid yourself, Crissy.
I mean, we really appreciate it.
Thanks. I wanted it to look
just like an L.A. Club.
I mean, nobody can believe it, right?
- One for you.
- Thank you.
One for you.
- And one for...
- We're going up to the room to freshen up.
Why, baby? You look great.
That's correct!
You're doing very well tonight.
But I'll look even better when I get back.
Well, let's go get a table,
before they're all gone.
Oh, hold that door.
Thank you.
Oh, man.
So...
Which one of you beautiful young women
is my date tonight?
So, we're gonna take this party upstairs,
ladies. Room 604.
Yeah, we'll... Be right up.
Lisa!
- 604.
- Right. Got it.
Come on.
- I'm gonna hold you to that.
- Sixth floor.
Excuse me. What's his problem?
Oh, my God.
The one on the end looked like my dad.
I swear.
Kind of, yeah!
That one guy was kind of cute.
- No!
- No!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, you guys!
Come here, come here, come here!
Excuse me?
My card, it doesn't seem to work.
Can you help?
Here's your problem, it's got a scratch.
Call the front desk, and someone
will bring you a replacement card.
Thank you very much.
One more thing.
Can I have some extra towels?
Sure.
Jack?
Detective Winn.
- Is she here?
- No, no, she's not.
- She's at her senior prom, why?
- Jack, I gotta talk to you.
Come outside.
What's going on?
Jack, it's Richard Fenton.
He escaped from jail three days ago.
He's at large.
How could it take so long
for us to be notified?
Jack, I think we should bring Donna home,
just to be safe.
I can't take a chance. I gotta put
a unit on your house, you know that.
All right?
And I'm gonna put backup on the hotel.
No.
Thank you.
For what?
For tonight.
For everything.
Well, you're welcome.
I am pretty awesome.
- At prom, you're gonna talk about this?
- I don't understand...
Hey, what's going on
with Claire and Michael?
Oh, same ol', same ol'.
He's freaking out because
she's going away to college. You know.
Babe, they'll be fine.
- I gotta talk to you.
- Okay. I'll be right back.
- What's going on?
- Michael. He's making me so damn mad.
And on top of that, I have killer cramps.
Don't let a stupid argument
ruin your prom night, okay?
And I have Midol up in my purse.
I'll go get it for you.
Thank you.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I need the key to the suite.
I gotta go get something for Claire.
- I'll just go with you.
- Oh, no, no. It's okay.
Thank you.
Patrol car just pulled up.
I don't understand how you could not bring
her home with that maniac on the loose.
And Detective Winn, he said he wanted
to bring her home, you said that...
I know, I know, I know.
But he also said that there's no reason
to believe that Fenton's headed this way.
And, honey, if we show up at her prom,
in front of all her friends,
what's that gonna do to all the progress
that she's made over the past three years?
Do you remember how many nights
she woke up screaming?
I just don't ever want that little girl
to go through that again, do you?
No, of course I don't.
- But I'm so scared.
- I know, I know.
Hello?
Is anybody here?
Claire?
Bobby?
Is that you?
- Oh, my God.
- Sorry.
You scared the hell out of me!
Are you okay?
No.
What happened?
Michael thinks I'm going away to school
just so I can date other guys.
He just went ballistic because
he saw me talking to Rick. He's impossible.
I'm sorry.
Here, take these, it'll make you feel better.
Thanks.
Do you want me to hang out with you,
until you want to go back downstairs?
No. I'm just gonna fix my face,
then I'll come back down. Thanks.
How are you doing?
I'm good.
- You look beautiful.
- You look beautiful.
Okay, I'll go request some J.T.,
we'll dance, we'll have fun.
See you down there.
Donna?
Michael?
Michael? What are you doing?
Mr. Fenton?
- Nash.
- I'm at Pacific Grand.
Our girl's got the senior prom tonight.
I want you to get Hicks, Stryker, Ansen,
and Grant, get them in plain clothes,
get them over here ASAP.
Why, is something wrong?
No, and that's exactly how I want to keep it.
By some chance this bastard decides
to come here, we're gonna be ready for him.
You got it.
Hey. Detective Winn, Bridgeport PD.
How are you?
Doing fine, thanks.
Have you seen this man tonight?
No. Who is this guy, anyway?
Oh, he's just someone I'm looking for.
He dangerous?
Do me a favor, why don't you make
copies of that, give it to your staff.
- Let me know if anyone sees him.
- Will do.
You got exits here.
How many exits you got?
- Two outside fire stairwells.
- Let me see that. Yep.
There's the loading dock in the back.
Stairwell from the basement.
Three fire exits lit up on the ground floor,
in the main entrance.
- Can I keep this?
- It's all yours.
Okay, great. Thank you very much.
Should I be concerned?
No.
All right, folks.
You looking real good out there tonight.
But what I'm gonna do is,
I'm gonna slow it down just a little bit,
because I don't want you
to sweat out your good clothes.
On your way to the dance floor, though,
fellas, grab your girl
and thank your man Ronnie out there.
Ronnie Heflin is sending this song
out to his girl, Lisa Hines.
So, we gonna get that busy right now.
Here you go, folks.
You wanna dance?
What's going on?
I'm thinking about going to State
with you next year.
Why?
I don't know.
I guess I just don't think I'm ready
to be so far away from home.
If we were at State together,
then we'd get to see each other all the time.
I mean, if you wanted to.
No, I would love that.
I mean, I would. I mean, you know I would.
It would be amazing.
But?
But nothing, Donna.
You got into Brown with a full scholarship.
I mean, you don't just throw that away
for anything, or anybody.
It's not that I don't want
to be near you next year.
It's just that...
That would be really selfish of me.
And I'd always know in the back of my head
that I was the reason
that you didn't get a big-time
lvy League shot at the world, you know?
But what if this long distance thing
doesn't work out?
I mean, look what's happening
with Michael and Claire.
And Claire's gonna be only a two hour drive
away from him next year.
Claire and Michael are not you and me.
Not even close.
Right?
What is it?
I'm scared.
It just feels like
everything's falling apart.
And I'm scared of losing you.
I'm scared that somebody else
is gonna come along
and find out how amazing you are.
If this is real, it'll last.
I think we've been through some
pretty rough times already, don't you think?
- Yeah.
- Donna, you gotta stop being scared, okay?
Because there's nothing left to be scared of.
I promise.
Hey, you guys seen Claire lately?
Yeah. She's up in the suite.
What the hell is she doing up there?
You pissed her off, Michael.
She's been crying her eyes out.
You can't keep doing this to her.
You're gonna lose her.
Yeah, I doubt that.
Claire and Michael, exhibit A.
Nothing like us.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
Claire?
Claire?
Are you here?
Are you in there?
Come on, babe.
Look, I don't want to fight anymore, okay?
Honestly, I promise. I'm gonna stop
bugging you about going away and all.
I'm just gonna deal with it, okay?
I swear to God.
Claire, please, don't do this.
All right. Fine.
I'm just gonna sit out here.
I'm just gonna wait for you to come out.
I don't care how long it takes.
I got all damn night.
All right.
Claire,
what do you want me to say?
You want me to say that I'm sorry?
Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.
Claire, look, I really am sorry, Claire.
Look, don't let my being an idiot
ruin our prom, okay?
Okay? Claire?
All right, where'd you go?
Claire?
Gotcha!
But I already said I was sorry.
What else do you want me to say, huh?
This is getting silly. Enough already.
Claire?
Hey, what's up?
I did not know you partied like that
here at Bridgeport!
Man, you done wore me out up here!
I tell you what though, I'm gonna take me
a little 15-minute break.
But while I'm gone,
the AV department put together
a nice little yearbook for you, so enjoy that.
And when I come back, this year's
prom king and prom queen, all right?
See you in a minute.
Hey, let's go upstairs.
They're gonna announce king and queen.
DJ's taking a break, and then he's gonna
come back and play a couple other songs.
You don't care about this at all, do you?
What's to care about?
What if Ronnie wins king instead of you?
What if he does?
He's her boyfriend.
I have to be crowned with her boyfriend?
Look, Ronnie's the starting quarterback.
All-city two years in a row.
Yeah, Crissy, you could do a lot worse.
Besides, maybe you won't even win.
All right, look, I'm gonna go upstairs,
just call me when it's time, okay?
If he were any dumber I'd have to water him.
I wanna make a toast
to my little queen.
No matter what happens.
Cheers.
If that bitch wins, I swear
I'll hurl.
Okay, I'm sorry, but just explain to me
why do you care so much?
Because what do you get?
You get like a bouquet of roses and
a tacky tiara you can only wear at proms.
It's not about what you get.
It's, like, about the honor, you know?
It's about the respect of my peers.
- What?
- Your peers?
- That's the geekiest thing you've ever said.
- Okay, I guess it was a little geeky.
But seriously, I just want Crissy to know
that she can't buy everything.
And think about the reunions to come.
If I win, it'll eat away at her
till the day she dies.
That's awful.
You're so sexy
when you're mean and vindictive.
All right.
How's it going?
Yeah, well, so far so good.
Anything your end?
No.
Which one is she?
She's the blonde, at the back table.
She's pretty.
And alive. And I want her to stay that way.
Guys.
This is it.
This is all ending, this time of our lives.
You know, everyone always says that
prom is supposed to be this amazing time
that everyone looks forward to
since the beginning of freshman year.
But no one ever tells you
it's really sad, you know?
Because some of us are never
gonna see each other again.
- Except for us!
- Oh, thank you.
We'll see each other all the time.
Well, I don't know about any of them, but...
I'm sure gonna miss you guys.
Ronnie, I'm gonna be 100 miles away.
I'm not going too far.
And I'll be home on the holidays.
And Claire's only gonna be two hours away.
- Where is Claire?
- Oh, yeah.
- Where's Michael?
- Maybe they're still in the suite.
Where we should be.
All right, stop.
You know what,
we're gonna give you guys some space.
- Yeah, we'll be right back.
- I think that's a good idea.
Come on, Maria. Where are you? Maria?
Are you there?
Hello?
Hey, Simms, come here.
Have you seen Maria?
and I'm trying to get her on her walkie,
but she doesn't answer.
I've got this for 304.
I'll check and see if she's there.
All right, thanks.
- Great, thanks.
- Thank you.
Evening, sir.
Maria?
Excuse me, sir?
Yes.
Did you happen to see
the housekeeper up here?
She's right here in my room.
Turning down the bed.
Thank you.
Maria?
Hey, yo, Bobby, let me talk to you for a sec.
Me and Lisa are gonna head up to the suite,
see what's taking
Michael and Claire so long. All right?
Right. Just make it quick, all right?
Five minutes, max.
Is that all?
Very funny.
If you do see Michael and Claire,
tell them to get their butts down here.
Will do. Bye.
Where are they going?
Upstairs to the suite for a little alone time.
I'm not sleeping in that bed.
- I'm having a great time.
- Me, too.
I'm sorry.
Gotcha.
Look, come on, baby.
- Lisa?
- Yeah.
That guy, he looks so familiar.
His eyes.
Baby, your eyes are so...
- Where is it?
- The very back of the hotel's parking lot.
Come on, we ain't got a lot of time.
I swear that I know
that guy from somewhere.
Look, know him or want to get to know him?
Don't be stupid.
Did you see how he looked at me?
I mean, his eyes were so...
God, I swear I've seen him
some place before.
Why don't you stop
thinking about him, right?
Think about me, okay?
There you go, Bridgeport.
That's how you do a prom, everybody.
You need to come to the parking lot.
I think we got something.
All right, I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on out the way.
Clear the dance floor, because
this is the end of my time right now.
It's time for me to bring to the stage,
the prettiest P.E. Teacher
I've ever met in my whole life.
Ms. Waters, everybody,
because she's about to announce
this year's prom king and prom queen.
Here we go!
Okay. Oh, sorry, sorry.
Let's give it up for DJ Tyler
for giving us an awesome prom.
All righty.
Now, I have in my hot little hand here
Bridgeport High School's
prom king and prom queen.
Will the nominees please
join me here up on stage?
For prom queen I have,
Crissy Lynn, Lisa Hines...
- They gotta get down here.
- I know, I know.
... Michelle Evaretti, and Katie Higgins.
Come on up, girls!
- What's goin' on? You've reached Ronnie.
- Straight to voicemail.
Try him on the house phone.
All righty, and prom king is Rick Leland,
Ronnie Heflin, Michael Kelley,
and Dennis Long.
A woman over in Woodburn
filed a missing persons on her husband.
She said that he would take the train
to work every day in Portland,
but he would always
leave his car at the station.
But he didn't come home last night.
Open it up.
No wallet, no ID, no credit card, no money.
And the car was registered to
a Howard K. Ramsey, our missing person.
What about these decorations, everybody?
The prom committee, sensational job.
You're so beautiful.
Jesus Christ!
- Of course! It's him, it's him!
- Look, enough already.
No, I gotta get to Donna!
I don't believe this.
Come on!
Damn it!
- Why the rush?
- Oh, God!
It must be off the hook.
They're not answering the room either.
Well, you better go up and try to find them.
I'm sorry. Be fast!
Oh, my God!
Lisa?
Lisa?
- Ronnie Heflin, Lisa Hines.
- Oh, here's Ronnie! Here's Ronnie.
Hey, where's Lisa?
I don't know. She said she came down
here to tell you that...
Oh, maybe she's in the bathroom.
Okay, you get up on stage. Go, go.
- Ronnie, please.
- Sorry. I'm right here.
Give me the key to the suite.
I'm gonna go try to find her in the bathroom.
If she's not there, I'll go check upstairs.
Where the hell is she?
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
Has anyone seen Lisa Hines?
Excuse me, sir. Howard K. Ramsey,
is he registered here? Ramsey.
Yes, sir. Room 309.
Okay, here's what we're doing.
You stay here by the front door.
You tell the guys at the exits
what's happening,
- and get me some backup, okay?
- You got it.
Give me a room key to room 309.
Mr. Ramsey.
Ah, damn it.
No. No, he's here. He's killed a maid.
Cover all the doors.
I'm gonna pull the alarm.
I want the entire place cleared immediately!
We'll flush him out.
Find Donna Keppel and put her
in protective custody now! Nash, now!
All right. You got it. Stryker, watch the door.
All right, we're gonna
have to start without her.
Bridgeport High's
prom king and prom queen are...
Alert! Please exit the building.
This is an emergency.
- Please stay calm. Quiet, please.
- Everyone, please, quiet down!
I'm Detective Nash
with the Bridgeport Police Department.
I am going to need you
to exit the hotel through the lobby.
Now, there's no reason to panic.
The Fire Department will be here shortly.
They were just about to
crown king and queen!
People! I'm not kidding, here!
Please, let's move, now!
This will have to wait, all right?
- The hell it will!
- Crissy!
Shit!
Oh, my God! You have to be kidding me!
Lisa?
Alert! Please exit the building.
This is an emergency.
Keep it moving, people.
Crissy, what's going on?
Where's everyone going?
- Hey, Rick? What's going on?
- I don't know, but we gotta go outside.
I forgot my mom's shawl upstairs.
If you see Bobby can you tell him
I'll meet him outside?
Thanks.
Alert! Please exit the building.
This is an emergency.
If there is a Donna Keppel here,
will you please come
to the front of the stage?
Excuse me. Why are you looking for Donna?
Why? Do you know where she is?
- She went looking for my girl.
- Where?
Women's restroom
and then up to the third floor.
Why?
Hey, what's the problem?
Your attention, please.
Keep this area clear for emergency vehicles.
Stay on the sidewalk.
Alert! Please exit the building.
This is an emergency.
Lisa?
Claire?
Hello?
Oh, I've missed you.
There isn't a moment where
I haven't thought about you, Donna.
Please, don't do this.
Don't be afraid.
Donna!
Get out!
No!
No!
Donna, open up.
Open up!
Donna!
No!
No!
Leave me alone!
Ansen, Grant, I need these people back!
Push them 50 yards back!
Get them back here, put it right there.
Come on! Let's go!
You gotta be all the way back
to the sidewalk, all right?
- Winn.
- Where is she?
I don't know. They got separated.
- He said she went to go look for her friend.
- What the hell is going on?
Why won't anybody
tell me why you're looking for Donna?
Hey, man. She went back up
to your suite to get something.
Move, move, move!
She told me to tell you just to wait here.
She'd come back down.
You couldn't tell me sooner, Rick?
Did you see Lisa?
No.
Donna?
Donna, stop!
He's in there, he's in there,
he's in there, he's in there!
Claire's under the bed and she's dead!
She's dead!
- Get her out of here, Nash.
- You have to help me, please.
Hey! Donna! Donna!
Bobby. Bobby. Oh, my God! Bobby!
- Yeah, come on. Here. You okay?
- Donna, get in the car. Please.
- I'm going with her.
- Okay, get in the car.
Can he come with me?
- Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
- I won't. I'm coming, I'm coming, baby.
- Look, what's happening?
- Hold on.
I talked to your aunt and uncle.
They know what's going on, okay?
- I'm gonna take you home, all right?
- Look, did you see Lisa?
Claire's dead.
What'd you say?
Bobby! Wait!
Wait!
Clear a lane here, please!
Yeah.
He's somewhere in this hotel,
because all the exit points are covered.
We're gonna tear this place apart,
room by room, floor by floor,
until we get him.
How's the girl doing?
Yeah, she's safe.
And her boyfriend's with us, too.
Keep that house completely covered
until I find this guy.
Yeah, no problem.
My girlfriend is missing, and I need to know
what the hell is going on!
I'm sure she's out here somewhere,
all right? Just take a look for her.
Okay, let's go!
We'll find her.
Here it is. We have three dead.
One maid, two kids, okay?
We've had all the exits covered all night,
so there's no way he got out.
I want to start on the ground floor,
and work our way up.
The hotel already knows what's going on,
so let's get to work. Come on, let's go!
Hey, Hicks, do me a favor,
get all those people to go home. Everybody.
Consider it done.
Hey, is everybody out?
- Yes, sir.
- I think so.
Lisa?
Donna!
Oh, my God! Oh, thank God you're safe!
- It's all happening again.
- It's okay.
- Bobby, you okay?
- Yes, sir, I am.
I called my parents
and I told them what was happening.
- I'd like to stay with Donna tonight.
- Absolutely, absolutely.
Come on inside.
Mr. Turner, please.
- I'm Detective Nash.
- Hey, how are you?
How many entrances are on the house?
There's the front and the back, what?
Tell me you've caught this animal.
- I can't find Lisa!
- We are looking for her.
I've got some missing students inside.
I want to know what you're doing about it.
We are doing the best we can.
Please, be patient.
Copy that.
We're finishing fourth floor, north exposure.
Someone said that Claire was murdered,
and Michael and Lisa are missing.
- We all clear?
- We're all clear.
Let's close it up.
Over here.
Jesus.
... faculty, staff, and guests,
to evacuate onto the streets.
The news conference, I'm sure,
will be forthcoming, and we will be here live
to give you the updates as they come in.
But to recap,
a night that was supposed to be
one of the greatest nights in a student's life
may have ended tragically
in the historic Pacific Grand Hotel.
What's going on, Detective?
This is an active crime scene investigation.
If we have any more information to share,
you will be the first to know.
Is it true that a student was murdered?
And that other students
at the prom are missing?
- Can you give us anything?
- Detective?
The SWAT teams are engaged at the hotel.
Guests were evacuated and cleared.
Look, we're just down the hall
if you need anything.
What are you doing?
Checking to see if there's
any news on what happened.
Three students may have been
injured or killed in this historic hotel.
They're dead.
They're dead, Bobby. They're dead.
- No, you still don't know that.
- Michael, Lisa and Claire, they're all dead.
He killed them.
They're dead because
he was trying to get to me.
No, Donna. This is not your fault, okay?
This is not you, okay? This is him.
This is him, and they're gonna catch him,
okay? I promise.
How?
How can you promise me that?
I'm sorry.
Okay. Okay, come on.
Listen to me, I'm gonna be here, okay?
I'm gonna be here watching over you, okay?
Sorry, two, sir, is right here. Girl.
We got a positive ID from Ronnie Heflin.
His girlfriend was the female victim
we found up on the construction level.
- How's the kid doing?
- Not so good.
That's it. We turned the place upside down,
no sign of him anywhere.
What do you wanna do about the press?
They're getting kind of antsy.
I don't know.
I don't know.
What is that?
What the hell is that?
Get me a ladder. Get me a ladder!
Let's move this bed.
Come on, come on, put it right here.
Who's got a flashlight?
Jesus!
- Oh, my God.
- It's Simms!
- Hey, is everybody out?
- I think so.
Damn it. He walked right by me.
Move, move!
- Hey, has anybody talked to Nash?
- 10 minutes ago. Everything was cool.
- Nash.
- Hey, Fenton's out. He's not at the hotel.
Copy that. We're on it.
What's the status with the family?
They all went upstairs
about an hour and a half ago.
There's a light on in Donna's bedroom.
All right. I'm gonna call
and let them know what's happening.
- Copy?
- Yeah, you got it.
She's not supposed to be with somebody
else, she's supposed to be with me.
There was even the song on the radio.
- Donna?
- Oh, my gosh!
You scared me.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- I thought you were sleeping.
- No.
No, I was just resting my eyes.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
It's not like you hear the song Mandy
on the radio every day.
I haven't heard that song in like ten years.
What?
The number you have reached is not
in service at this time. This is a recording.
Were you sleeping?
No. I was just resting my eyes, okay?
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
It's not like you hear the song Mandy
on the radio every day.
I haven't heard that song in like ten years.
The number you have reached is not
in service at this time. This is a recording.
No, it can't be. It can't be.
I can't get through.
Something weird's going on with the phone.
Get in there and check it out!
- Everything is secure, sir.
- Get in there and check it out right now!
I'll be there in five minutes.
Nash!
I told you to get up in there and call me!
Nash?
Thank you for staying.
Bobby?
Hey. Hey.
Donna?
Be quiet, or they'll find us.
Oh, my God!
One of your guys is down in the backyard.
It's okay. It's okay.
Are you ready to go with me?
No!
Help!
Call me an ambulance.
I've got officers down,
I need backup, now, now!
Where is she?
- Let me go!
- Stop! Stop!
- Get off me!
- Donna!
No!
Bobby?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
Come on, sweetheart. It's okay. It's okay.
It's over.
It's over, it's over. Okay?