The Black Dahlia Haunting Page #3

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I don't buy it.

Well, I'm leaving now.

Going back to New York already?

No. Just leaving the office.

Okay. Alright. Well, stay

in touch, now.

If you want to do this again

let me know, I'd be glad to let

you talk to him again.

Yeah, whatever.

B*tch.

Speak to me.

Speak to me.

WHAT?!

Speak to me,

tell me what you want...

Ugh, disgusting.

Did you know how to fire the gun

before you lost your sight?

I mean, I saw people on TV do

it. It didn't seem that hard.

How were you able to aim the

shotgun in the proper direction?

Well, they were talking.

They were saying

'Don't shoot, don't shoot'.

So you kind of got lucky?

In a sense, yes.

How did you find the shotgun?

I had a gut feeling

about it,

where it was.

So it wasn't like you were

guided by something, or someone?

I guess that was my feeling.

I want to talk to you about

something else before we finish

up.

What?

Your drawings. You've been blind

since you were 10 years old.

But you keep sketching things

that you couldn't possibly

have seen before then,

in particular, the woman that

keeps appearing in them.

It's one thing that you draw

your room...

... its another thing that you

draw someone who has been dead

for over 60 years.

Is this someone who you saw on

television before you lost your

sight?

The internet? A book?

I see her. Here with me.

In your room, this facility?

Yes,

she speaks to me.

What does she say to you?

To hurt the ones who hurt me.

Your father?

Yes.

Has she said anything else to

you? Maybe her name?

Yes,

her name is Elizabeth.

Sir, block three

and block four are down!

Get the hell out of there!

Shhhh...

There's no need to

dream anymore...

There's no need to

hide anymore...

To lie anymore...

To carry the guilt of your

father's touch anymore...

I will...free...you...

AHHHH!

OH GOD!

NO!

AHHHHH!

Good evening, Betty.

Look at me.

You don't look so good.

I'm not.

I know what you did.

Got no money for no

back alley butcher.

What are you gonna do, you know?

At least I didn't

get a black eye.

Don't tell them you love them.

Don't do that.

You didn't have to do it.

Not by yourself.

Not like that.

You could have helped? How?

I know a guy.

Yeah? You're lucky.

He helps girls in

this situation.

You know how it is,

Norma Jeane.

They think they can do anything

they want to you,

and even if you try to say

something, you disappear.

Jenson? Jenson...

Good boy.

What is this place?

You don't feel it all around?

Something cold.

Something familiar.

This is where he

disposes of everything.

My dress,

the knives he used on me,

my blood.

You could almost call this home.

I don't understand.

What are you doing to me?

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