Devil in the Flesh

Is there anybody else in the house?

Anywhere?

Upstairs?

Can you hear me?

Is there anybody else in the house?

Is there anybody still in the house?

Fully involved.

Sinistral.

Easy one.

S-I-N-I-S-T-R-A-L, left-handed, of or pertaining

to the left side.

Egalitarianism.

Damn.

E-G-A-L-I-T-A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M, the belief that all men are

of an equal intrinsic worth, et cetera.

- How you doing? - Hey.

Lieutenant Owen.

- John. - Joe Rosales.

This is my partner, Phil Archer.

Hi.

Nice to meet you. - What have you got for us?

- Well, we found a drink spilled by an electrical outlet.

But even at 150 proof, the chances of that igniting...

I can't say it's definitely arson.

All right if we look around?

Sure. Carefully.

John?

Yeah.

Where's the kitchen?

What do you mean?

Which room's the kitchen?

That would be over there.

What room's this?

Well, living room.

With part of the upstairs bedroom collapsed into it.

Strange.

Huh?

Are you looking forward to living With your grandmother?

I don't know.

I don't remember her.

My mom hated her, though.

Well, she sounded excited to see you.

She's got lots of things planned for you.

Sex!

Yes, sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

And who is behind sex, drugs,

and rock and roll but Satan himself?

Now friends, we must save our children

from this dark and evil temptation

That is visited upon them by Satan.

So I say to you, friends,

we cannot let our children have idle minds.

You know, it reminds me of something...

Oh, there you are.

I'm so happy to see you.

Come on in and give your grandma a hug.

Miss Long, I'm Anna Nakashi.

We talked on the phone.

Oh, yes. Hello.

How strange.

You didn't sound Asian on the phone.

Oh, hush, Bebe.

Hush now, Bebe.

Oh, it must be difficult for you

with all these strange people about.

I'll be fine.

I meant the dog.

She's not used to strange people, you know.

She's very protective of her mommy.

Well, I should get going.

I'll be checking in from time to time.

Oh, of course.

But please, call before you drop by,

just in case I have guests over.

- Of course. - Fabulous.

- Remember, if you need anything at all... - Oh, she'll be fine.

The only thing she needs is a good Christian household,

which I'm sure my daughter didn't provide for.

Well, if you need anything, please.

Let me show you to your room dear.

I'll cook you some supper.

You must be starving.

- Grandma, I'm going to need some new clothes for school.

I was wondering if I could go shopping.

Shopping?

At this time of night?

There's plenty of clothes in the closet.

Those are for me?

They belonged to your mother.

They'll do you just fine.

I can't wear those.

- You be grateful for the gifts God gave you.

I'll look stupid.

- Now, listen to me, girl, this is my home,

and you will wear what I tell you to wear.

Now, sit!

There.

Ah, that'll put the color back in your cheeks.

Debbie?

Wake up, sweetheart.

Let's get up.

Let's start our day.

Grandma, it's still dark outside.

I know, dear.

But I want to show you something.

Up, up, up, up, up!

Now, I want you to organize everything up here.

Now, what I don't save you put it that big trunk.

I'm sending it as a care

package to our church's mission in Brazil.

Lord knows those ungodly beasts need our salvation.

All right, get started.

When you're finished here, I want you to start in the garage.

Get moving.

Idle hands do the devil's work.

Come on, Bebe.

Come on, you.

Good morning.

Bam!

Bam!

Now, don't dawdle after school.

I want that attic finished before supper, you hear me?

Yes, grandma.

- Guys, what's up? - Hey, Greg.

Nice dress!

Having trouble with your locker?

I can handle it.

Morning, Greg.

Good morning, Mr. Rinaldi.

You guys are done.

That's cool.

We were just playing a little game.

See ya later.

- You must be new. - Yes.

These lockers can be tricky sometimes.

Let me give it a try.

Okay.

There you go.

- Thank you, Mister... - Rinaldi.

And you better get to first period.

You're late.

I'll see you later.

Cute, huh?

Yes, he is.

- You better put your tongue back in your mouth.

He's way to old for you.

- Really? - Yeah.

- I'm Janie. - Debbie.

- Hey. - Hey.

What does Mr. Rinaldi teach?

Creative writing.

I'm in his first period class.

It's a total bitch.

Where you from?

- Is he a writer? - Yeah, I guess.

Cool.

A writer.

Hey.

Hey!

Did you get Rinaldi first period?

- Yes. - Cool.

Class together.

So, um, what are you doing later?

Oh, come on.

- You understand what I mean? - Uh-huh.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- Mr. Rinaldi? - Yes.

- Hi. - Oh, hi. Call me Peter.

Oh.

Peter.

I'm gonna be in your first period crea...

Writing class tomorrow.

Hey, Mr. Rinaldi, a little help?

Or if you want to, you can set it down on the ground

and roll it this way.

Okay, Mr. R. Just try and hang on,

and I'll come over there and grab it.

- You know, Todd, if you spent half as much time

on your homework as you do on this basketball court,

you might actually graduate sometime this century.

Well, don't hold your breath, Pete.

Homework's for pussies.

Oh, I'm sorry, Todd.

Did you say one-on-one?

Well, Todd, there goes your ass.

Yeah right, Megan.

It's Meegan.

What's with the Malibu Barbie?

That's Mee-gan.

She's perfect, just ask her.

My money's on Mr. Rinaldi.

I don't want to take your money, Megan.

I'll tell you what, Todd.

What's say we don't make this about money.

How about we say that if you win, you pass my class,

no questions asked, no more homework, no more hassles.

And if I lose?

- You start applying yourself, and you give me no less than an A.

- An A? - Yeah, an A.

What's the matter, Todd?