The Dead Girl Page #4

Even if it's just

to tell me to--

you know,

leave you

the hell alone.

Just want to know

you're okay.

Okay.

Bye.

(Mom)

He billed me $ 3, 000

for a a couple of researches.

He can't do that.

Jim gave me the name

of another investigator.

I wanna have

a memorial service

for Jenny.

What?

Jenny's dead

and I want to have

a memorial service.

Why would you

say that?

Because it's true.

Honey, we

don't know that.

She isn't dead,

for all we know--

She's dead.

She didn't

run away.

She wasn't raised

in the woods

by wolves.

She didn't hit her head

and forget her name

and where she lived,

and she's not staying

with some nice gypsies.

Some man took her,

and did horrible

things to her.

And hid

her body so well,

that we'll never find her.

And it doesn't matter

how many posters

we hang

or petitions we sign

or which picture

we put near Jenny's bench,

because no one's

gonna recognize her,

because she's dead

and she's never

coming back!

If--she were dead,

don't you think

I wouldn't know it

in my heart?

I know she's alive,

I know she's out

there somewhere.

And the only way

I'm ever gonna

see her again,

is if we

never give up.

Someone out there

knows my baby,

they know her,

they just don't know

we're looking for her.

I will never

give up on her.

Just like I would

never give up on you!

Ever. Ever!

[dialing]

[phone rings on other end]

(Derek)

Yo.

[weeping]

Will you please

help me?

[voices from TV]

[rustling of clothes]

You're going

out now?

Y eah, I just

feel like driving.

Did you ever think

I might want to go

out sometime?

Did you ever

think about that?

Yeah.

But when I want

to go somewhere

you don't want to go

if I want to go.

Bowling, or dancing--

Dancing?

I am a good dancer.

You don't know it 'cause

you never took me.

Come on, Ruth.

When you coming back?

I don't know.

Tonight, tomorrow,

a week from Wednesday?

Don't be

like this.

I just want to know.

Maybe I want to make

my own plans.

I'm not doing

this anymore.

You expect me

to step in,

and do your business

while you are

out gallivanting,

Mike only knows where,

with Mike only knows

what kind of filth!

Jim's working tomorrow.

Well, I won't be here

when you decide

to come back.

Then who's--who's gonna

wash your clothes

and feed you?

Who's gonna talk

to your boss

out of firing you

when he comes

breathing down

your neck again?

I just said Jim's

working tomorrow.

He'll be here.

But not you.

I don't know.

Maybe.

I'll see you

later, okay?

No!

Come on, Ruth.

Why do you

hate me so much?

I don't hate you.

Then why do you keep

trying to get away

from me all the time?

I don't hate you.

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