Lisa

Synopsis: Fourteen year-old Lisa is raised by her unmarried mother Katherine who overprotects her by forbidding her to date until she's sixteen. In despair, Lisa and schoolmate Wendy make up a game that consists of inferring attractive men's phone numbers from their car ID and giving them anonymous calls. Last victim is the handsome Richard, with whom Lisa begins a passionate phone relationship, unaware that he's also a psycho-killer and sex maniac...
Director(s): Gary Sherman
Production: United Artists
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.9
PG-13
Year:
1989
95 min
9 Views

( tape rewinding )

( beep )

Woman:

Mary? Marsha.

Private sale at Maxfield's

on Saturday.

Doors open at nine.

Bring plastic. Bye.

( beep )

Man:

Hi, beautiful, it's Andy.

Don't worry,

I'm not canceling.

I just, uh,

want to ask you something.

Actually, I just want

to talk to you.

As a matter of fact,

I love talking to you

and seeing you and...

call me.

( beep )

Man:

Hi, Mary.

This is Richard.

I'm in your apartment...

and I'm going to kill you.

I LOVE YOU.

( gasping )

( bell rings )

READY?

I'M READY.

THE QUESTION IS --

IS MR. WONDERFUL READY?

LOOK WHAT I DID -- TOM AND ME

ON OUR DATE LAST NIGHT.

SO YOU LET HIM:

GET TO FIRST BASE, HUH?

DID HE USE HIS TONGUE?

C'MON. WE GOTTA

MOVE OUR BUTTS.

I GOTTA BABY-SIT.

Girl:
HURRY UP

AND CLOSE THE DOOR,

SOMEBODY.

WHY?

WHOA! RAD SHOES!

THEY'RE MY MOM'S.

I CAN'T BELIEVE

SHE LETS YOU:

BORROW HER STUFF.

WHY NOT? SHE ALWAYS

BORROWS MY CLOTHES.

CAN YOU IMAGINE MY MOTHER

BORROWING MY STUFF?

YOUR MOM LOOKS LIKE WHAT A MOM

IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE.

Girl:

GOD, HOW CAN YOU GUYS EVEN READ

ABOUT THE CANDLELIGHT KILLER?

DID YOU BRING THE FILM

THIS TIME?

YEAH, BUT ARE YOU SURE

HE'LL BE THERE?

I GOTTA BE HOME BY FOUR.

YOU'LL GET HOME IN TIME.

WE WERE TOO LATE YESTERDAY.

THAT'S WHY WE MISSED HIM.

WEND, YOU'RE LOPSIDED.

( engine roars )

Woman:
STOP!!!

( tires screech )

LOOK!

I GOT IT! COME ON!

WHA--

WHAT, ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY?

HEY!

( phone rings )

GOOD AFTERNOON,

DESIGNS BY KATHERINE.

HI, SARAH.

OH, HI, LIS'!

YOUR MOM:

JUST STEPPED OUT.

HOW'D YOUR DATE

GO LAST NIGHT?

( mirthless chuckle )

NOT MY TYPE.

NICE, THOUGH.

A HANDSOME HUNK OF A MAN, TOO.

IT JUST DIDN'T CLICK.

YOU SHOULD PASS HIM ON

TO MY MOM.

YEAH, THAT'LL BE THE DAY.

SO WHO ARE YOU:

IN LOVE WITH THIS WEEK?

OH, I DON'T KNOW.

MAYBE GEORGE MICHAEL.

BEYOND CUTE, HUH?

( giggling:
)

YEAH, YOU BETTER WATCH OU FOR THOSE GUYS

WHO BLEACH THEIR HAIR

AND WEAR EARRINGS.

HE DOES NOT BLEACH HIS HAIR.

HA HA HA!

I WISH YOU TWO MY BEST.

LOOK, I'D BETTER GO.

COULD YOU TELL MY MOM

THAT I WAS HOME,

I PICKED UP THE DRY CLEANING,

AND I'M GOING OVER TO WENDY'S?

MMM, CHECK-IN NOTED.

I'LL TALK TO YOU

TOMORROW, KIDDO.

OKAY? BYE-BYE.

HI, GUY,

WHAT'S UP?

OH, YOU JUS MISSED LISA.

I SWEAR, THAT LITTLE GIRL

IS GONNA BREAK SOME HEARTS.

WHAT'D SHE SAY?

OH, SHE'S GOT A NEW GUY.

A BOY AT SCHOOL?

HA HA! NO.

GEORGE MICHAEL.

HA HA HA!

OH, STOP LOOKING SO WORRIED.

SHE'S JUST A KID.

( buzzer )

( door opens )

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

RALPH, TELL WENDY I'M HERE.

WENDY'S NOT HERE.

SHE'S DEAD.

I KILLED HER.

( scary voice:
)

I'M THE CANDLELIGHT KILLER.

WENDY!

Wendy:
RALPH,

GET OUT OF HERE!

COME ON! I JUST GOT THE NUMBER

OF THE DMV IN CULVER CITY.

WE HAVEN'T USED THEM YET.

( both giggle )

( intercom buzzes )

ADAMS. VEHICLE I.D.

( sexy voice :
)

HELLO, IS THIS THE SUPERVISOR?

YES, MA'AM.

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

I'VE SPOKEN

TO SEVERAL PEOPLE

WHO WORK UNDER YOU,

AND THEY'VE ALL SAID

THAT THEY DIDN' HAVE THE AUTHORITY

TO HELP ME OUT.

THAT'S WHY I'VE ASKED TO SPEAK

TO SOMEONE OF YOUR STATURE.

THAT'S USUALLY

THE CASE, MA'AM.

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

WELL, YOU SEE,

SOMEBODY HIT MY CAR

WHILE IT WAS PARKED.

HIT AND RUN'S

A POLICE MATTER,

DOESN'T COME UNDER

THIS DEPARTMENT.

OH, NO, NO.

IT WASN'T HIT AND RUN.

THE GENTLEMEN WHO DID I WAS VERY CONSIDERATE,

AND HE LEFT ME A NOTE

WITH HIS NAME,

TELEPHONE NUMBER,

AND A SWEET APOLOGY.

BUT GUESS WHAT?

I LOST THE NOTE.

I, UH, I DON'T SEE HOW

I CAN HELP YOU.

WELL, THE ONE THING I DO --

EXCUSE ME?

YOU LITTLE BRAT!

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