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