Digging Up the Marrow Page #7
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- 2014
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Good luck, guy. Good luck.
Have a good signing.
And whatever you're shooting,
I'm not signing the release.
Thank you.
All right, so, er...
Are we going to talk about it?
He said, right up front,
that he's tried
numerous ways to get
this story out there.
OK? So...
Yeah, it was embarrassing
that I didn't know
that he had already been
to everybody else.
OK, like what am I...
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want me to say,
"I am embarrassed"?
- that I feel stupid?
- No.
But, look, when we get back,
the next time we talk to him,
I'll ask him, point blank,
who else have you
brought this story to?
And, you know,
let's see what he says.
Yeah, we'll see.
You think he's going to be
truthful about that?
So, one thing that
I've been meaning to ask you
is why reach out to
a genre filmmaker with this?
Why go to somebody like me
who does what I do?
Well, heck, I tried the
authorities, I tried the press,
I was even
on a couple of talk shows.
Nobody wanted to hear it.
They all treat me like
I was a nut, you know?
So, I thought, you know,
a filmmaker who had
a built-in audience...
and who can capture
and tell the story...
convincingly and properly...
Properly. That would be
the way to go, you know?
OK, then why not got
to somebody bigger,
like an even more established,
you know, why... Why me?
You work outside the machine.
I like that.
So, you never reached out
Never went to anybody,
that is was straight to me?
Nope. Just you.
Just me.
So, there were a couple of
interesting things that happened
when you guys were gone.
I think
you're going to like this.
So, it'll start on
camera four here.
We're looking right at The
Marrow and here comes Dekker,
1:
30 in the morningwith a bag and flashlight.
All right.
This is where it
gets really weird.
He walks over to camera three...
looks right at it...
and turns it off.
Why would he shut...?
I don't know.
Goes over to camera one.
Again, right at it...
- And he shut...
- Turns it off.
All right, what I
want to know though is
if he shuts off all the cameras,
like what is he not...
Does he think we're not
gonna see that in the footage?
He doesn't turn off camera four.
So he either doesn't know
how to work the cameras,
he doesn't know how many
are up there...
whatever.
He's back at the hole
signaling something,
it looks like...
and if we get in close,
he starts pulling something
out of the bag, and I
don't know what's in the bag.
Maybe you guys can help me out.
What is that?
Just an old man talking
to a hole in the ground.
No, well, what's in his hand?
- I know what that is...
- What?
It's a... it's a spoon.
So, what is he doing?
He's taking dirt?
Was he taking samples
out of the...?
I mean, he's like...
he's digging down there.
And then he puts it in his bag?
No, no, no, he's taking
something out of...
What's he feeding,
feeding one of them?
I can't see... I can't see in.
There's no definition.
Such low light sensors that...
He's feeding something...
or he thinks
he's feeding something.
OK, then, what else?
What else?
I mean, after that,
fast forward a little bit,
he packs up his stuff,
stands up...
Uh huh.
Walks back over...
Turns the cameras on again.
Sets it up, clear as day...
He has to know
we're going to see that.
So, is this...
Here's a question,
Is this on purpose?
Did he want us to see that?
'Cause I'm...
I'm kind of... and then
he's waving and signaling again.
OK, awesome.
What else? Anything else?
This one is a little weird.
Um, the very next night,
- Mm-hm.
- Four o'clock in the morning,
- camera one...
- Yeah?
I'll zoom in so you can see.
Here he is sitting
on the edge of The Marrow.
He's like...
And I have no idea
what he's doing
but he's sitting here for about
a minute and a half, 2 minutes.
He's touching something
in there.
What, is he petting one of them?
I don't think is petting them.
What is it?
Oh my God, wait...
He's crying.
He's crying.
I didn't know
what to make of it.
He's like sobbing.
I mean, the only other
thing I'm doing is catching up
on cemetery footage,
just hours of cemetery footage.
This guy, it's like he's sick.
You know, like, he chooses the
weirdest things to lie about.
Isn't the lying just enough
to stop this whole thing?
No, it's not.
Why do you have to keep saying
that we need to stop it?
It's not enough. I don't care
about him lying to me.
That's irrelevant.
Did you tell Josh about
the other night?
- What happened the other night?
- Nothing happened the other...
It turns out that
this Dekker guy
has gone to every single
Hollywood director
with the story.
Who else did he go to?
It doesn't matter.
It... That's semantics.
What matters isn't him,
OK, it's 'it'.
It's where he can
take us because...
And I know I sound crazy
to everybody
but my whole life
since I was a little kid
I had prayed for this
to happen to me.
I have prayed for this
to be real,
and now I have seen it...
and for better or for worse,
this lunatic is the guy
who can bring me to it.
And, OK,
I know you guys
are going to say I'm trying
I swear to God I'm not but this
is just the theory I have.
I think that this is
some sort of psychosis,
like this whole thing.
I think that, like,
his kid died or something.
And this is why...
When we were in the cemetery
and you mentioned your kids,
he was all over you
about your kids, right?
That's right.
And then when we were doing one
of our interviews with him
he was showing me paintings
of the monsters.
"Oh, who painted that?"
- And he said, uh...
- He said my son.
Thank you. Yes.
- And then, when I try...
- "Oh wait, son?"
"Oh no", he
didn't want to go there anymore.
Now he's feeding something
in a hole,
something that's probably
not there.
Maybe he's imagining it, or...
This is where it gets
a little weird.
Maybe he thinks
his kid is down there.
His kid is one of them.
Oh, boy.
OK, I know... it's crazy. But if
we could just find one person,
one person to vouch for him,
a family member, a neighbor,
just somebody who actually
knows this guy in real life,
not the life
that he's presenting to us,
I'd feel so much better
because then I would know
is he crazy? Is he mentally ill?
Is it all a hoax?
And I'm just a sucker.
You know,
but you like you Google him
and he has no digital imprint
on the internet whatsoever.
There's literally
nothing about... What?
Boston.
He was a police...
He was a police detective.
So, what?
No, the original package
that he sent me,
the original letter,
it says he was a former
Boston police detective.
We can go talk to them.
We're not going to Boston.
We're going to Boston.
Awesome.
No, we're going to Boston.
Awesome.
Right now we're going to Boston
because I spoke to a guy
at the Boston police department
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