Walking the Halls Quote
Holly Benson: [Casey unemotionally walks the streets after exiting the hotel. She finally phones her mother. The line rings]Casey.
Casey Benson: [softly, voice slightly breaking]Mom.
Holly Benson: Honey! Honey, what's the matter? What is going on?
Casey Benson: [weeping]I need you to come pick me up.
Holly Benson: Okay, okay. Where are you? [cut to a shot of their home at nighttime]
Holly Benson: So, how many girls are involved in this?
Casey Benson: [in casual clothes, hair up, resting head on her hand]I can't say, really. A few.
Holly Benson: [concerned, determined]I mean, are they all from your school?
Casey Benson: Mom, I told you, I can't talk about it. [turns to her mom]
Holly Benson: Here. [hands her a cloth ice pack for her cheek]
Holly Benson: This pimp, wh-where did you meet this pimp?
Casey Benson: Mom, stop. All I can say is that they're dangerous, and if I say anything...
Holly Benson: Honey, we can't let them get away with this. They're gonna do it to - to another girl. Somebody has to stand up to them.
Casey Benson: Mom, they'll kill me, okay? So just drop it.
Holly Benson: Honey, if they've threatened you, then we're going to the police.
Casey Benson: My God, no, no. Definitely *not* the police. Promise me you will not call the cops.
Holly Benson: [passionately, yet gently]Why?
Casey Benson: [thinks for a few moments]I don't want to tell them what I did. I don't want to tell them I'm a prostitute.
Holly Benson: [takes her face]Honey, they deceived you. They pulled you into something you didn't want to do.
Casey Benson: [shakes head, not looking into Holly's eyes]Not really. I chose it. I... chose to take the money. [more confident sounding]
Casey Benson: No one made me do it. I'm not who you think I am, Mom. I'
Casey Benson: [softly, voice slightly breaking]Mom.
Holly Benson: Honey! Honey, what's the matter? What is going on?
Casey Benson: [weeping]I need you to come pick me up.
Holly Benson: Okay, okay. Where are you? [cut to a shot of their home at nighttime]
Holly Benson: So, how many girls are involved in this?
Casey Benson: [in casual clothes, hair up, resting head on her hand]I can't say, really. A few.
Holly Benson: [concerned, determined]I mean, are they all from your school?
Casey Benson: Mom, I told you, I can't talk about it. [turns to her mom]
Holly Benson: Here. [hands her a cloth ice pack for her cheek]
Holly Benson: This pimp, wh-where did you meet this pimp?
Casey Benson: Mom, stop. All I can say is that they're dangerous, and if I say anything...
Holly Benson: Honey, we can't let them get away with this. They're gonna do it to - to another girl. Somebody has to stand up to them.
Casey Benson: Mom, they'll kill me, okay? So just drop it.
Holly Benson: Honey, if they've threatened you, then we're going to the police.
Casey Benson: My God, no, no. Definitely *not* the police. Promise me you will not call the cops.
Holly Benson: [passionately, yet gently]Why?
Casey Benson: [thinks for a few moments]I don't want to tell them what I did. I don't want to tell them I'm a prostitute.
Holly Benson: [takes her face]Honey, they deceived you. They pulled you into something you didn't want to do.
Casey Benson: [shakes head, not looking into Holly's eyes]Not really. I chose it. I... chose to take the money. [more confident sounding]
Casey Benson: No one made me do it. I'm not who you think I am, Mom. I'
Movie: Walking the Halls
