Digging Up the Marrow Page #2

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going to be so many here.

Well, you want it

to look good, right?

I mean,

it's gotta be professional.

Which, actually, guys,

can you just... Here, my...

Here, my...

OK.

And is this eye good, or is...

No, you're fine.

I... you're sure? 'Cause I...

Yeah. Fine. You have enough.

About to roll!

- All right, we're ready.

- Take one.

My name is William Dekker.

I am a retired police detective.

I'm 61 years old and

I live in Southern California,

er, Chatsworth.

I have lived here

for the last four years.

Erm, now, I know

you've already told me this

but just for the sake

of the cameras,

basically,

what you're saying is that

you've discovered a world

underneath

our own world

where monsters live.

Every generation,

there are born children

who are different,

And these 'different children'

are given cruel labels like

'monsters', 'freaks', 'rejects'.

And these children reach

a certain age and they disappear

and nobody knows where they go.

And what's worse, they don't

even care that they vanish.

But I do.

I do.

See, these children,

they don't die.

They're not even

far away from us.

They're right next to us.

But they exist

in their own world.

I call it

"The Marrow".

Some 100 yards beneath

the surface of the Earth,

exists a metropolis

that mirrors ours

in very many respects.

Life goes on down there,

there are marriages,

and births,

and divorces, and deaths,

and friendships,

and er... creativity.

They can be free.

OK, so why don't we,

kinda start at the beginning?

Let's talk about your childhood.

Tell me a little bit

about growing up.

Well, I was born, um,

into, I guess you could say,

a lower middle-class family

in Nashua, New Hampshire.

I was a latchkey kid,

I didn't have any brothers

and sisters and I, uh,

I didn't have any real friends

to speak of.

So I, er, had to occupy myself.

There was a special spot

that I always went to.

And there was an old lumber

company, er, you know,

that sold board feet,

you know, lumber.

And it was all closed down

and locked up

and the buildings there would

by my fortress,

be my castle, you know?

And I used to, er,

I used to defend my fortress

against the invading

barbarian hoards.

I had a hell of an imagination.

I bet!

You bet.

Yeah. Um...

It was rather late

in the evening, as I remember,

and I was late for supper,

I knew my mom was...

she was going to kill me,

so I came running out of

the main building

where I played primarily, and...

And as I came out

into the yard I...

I saw a man standing

by an old wood-pile.

As I drew closer to him...

Where am I?

I'm looking at his face,

and it doesn't look human.

No, he had a, he had a mouth

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