The Dead Girl
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- Year:
- 2006
- 85 min
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[pigeon cooing]
[bird crying out]
(Mother)
Arden?
(female voice)
Arden?
Are you down there?
Arden?
Arden?
(Mother)
All right.
Right there.
(officer No. 1)
Ma'am,
please wait here.
Oh, sh*t!
(officer No. 2)
Dispatch 27,
got an 1 144--
What did they
say to you?
- [doorbell]
- Nothing.
Twenty five minutes
of nothing?
There's a dead girl.
They just asked
some questions.
What are they
asking you for?
You don't
know anything.
I found her.
And you
called the Police.
You're the reason
those bloodsuckers
are out there,
swarming all
over my yard,
ringing my bell,
like they know me.
Before I know it,
they're going to be
pouring into my cupboards,
climbing up my stairs!
I just told them
about the dead girl!
You found her.
So what!
You keep walking!
You keep your
mouth shut!
You stupid!
Are you the one
that found the body?
(woman reporter)
Could we just get
an interview?
(male reporter)
What were you doing
in that area?
Did you know
that she
was mutilated?
[muted voices]
[upset breathing]
[supermarket music]
[indistinct female voices]
(female cashier)
And 60 cents change.
You want help out?
That's okay.
U h, where is--
where is your car?
Hey, you look
sweet on Tv.
That was you,
wasn't it?
Yeah, some people--
some people are mean,
you know,
you can see it
right here but--
you look real sweet.
Oh, I got it.
You want 'em in the back
or the front?
Back, please.
Uh, you--you need
to open it.
I'd like to take
you out sometime.
Oh!
I don't really--
You don't want
to go out with me?
Come on.
Come out with me.
It'd be fun.
I get off
at 1 1.
I can't.
Why? You got
a boyfriend?
No.
I'm not
gonna hurt you.
Thank you.
So, I'll see
you at 1 1?
(female voice)
Arden?
What did you do
to your face?
Nothing.
What's that stink?
Nothing.
The milk is sour.
[agh]
Take that off.
No!
Take it off!
You look like
a two dollar hooker.
You'd have
to pay them!
Where are
the cameras now,
Miss America?
Prancing up and down,
look at me!
Iook at me!
Spending all
my money on
all this crap!
Looking in the mirror
day and night
like a goddamn whore!
Oh, Jesus!
He took
the wrong one!
It shoulda been you,
not my boy!
Don't you talk
about him!
Don't you ever!
[breaking glass]
[gasps]
Ah!
[glass falls
on floor]
(Mother)
You filthy thing!
I'll tell them
what you did!
They'll arrest you!
You leave me,
nobody can want you.
You have nothing.
I'm bleeding.
Arden, I'm bleeding.
There 's blood on me!
[soft music on radio]
So, what was it like?
What was what like?
Finding that dead girl.
I don't know.
Sad.
I guess.
She had cuts
on her hands, right?
How do you know?
It's defense.
It means
she tried to fight.
Her clothes
were all cut up,
too, right?
She wasn't wearing
any clothes.
Why would
her clothes
be cut up?
Not a functional cutting.
That's what they call it
when the cuts don't
serve any purpose.
The 405 killer
did the same thing.
All of his victims
had these cuts
in their clothes
that the cops
couldn't explain,
'cause they didn't
make any sense
with the wounds
the girls had.
And then,
when they
finally caught him,
they realized
that it was part
of his foreplay.
And then,
when they looked
into his records,
they found out
that he'd been caught
stealing women's clothes
off the clothesline
when he was 12
years old.
And the cops went
to his parents' house
and they asked him
why he did it,
and he started crying
and he handed over
a box full
of women's underwear
bras and nylons
and underwear
all cut up.
And right
then and there,
the cops let a serial killer
slip through their fingers.
Why did he do it?
It made him
feel better.
You know, he'd get
all frustrated
or something,
then he'd cut
up things.
No.
Why did he kill
the women?
Probably something
to do with his mother.
[gasps]
[laughs]
That's what
it usually is.
Her eyes were open.
Oh, yeah?
She was just
lying there.
Hey, you know,
what would be
the coolest thing
if when somebody's died,
you could--
peel off the top layer
of their eyeball
and develop it like film
so you could have
a picture
of the last thing
they saw.
It was trees.
And the sky.
This was hers.
Could I hold it?
Hmm.
You ain't yanking
my chain, are ya?
That's her hair.
I know.
Sorry.
Just, sorry.
Why do you think
I brought you here?
I don't know.
You think it's maybe
because I like you?
I don't know.
You want
to kiss me?
Okay.
So do it.
Then you don't
want to kiss me?
I don't know.
You want me
to kiss you?
You gonna hold still
this time?
Okay.
I don't have to tie
you up, do l?
Maybe.
Maybe what?
Maybe you
should tie me up.
Or maybe
you should
just hold still.
Okay.
You want to get
in the back seat
with me?
Why not?
What's that for?
I don't know.
Is this
what you want?
I'd probably
get out of that.
[whimpers]
[in pain]
Oh!
[sigh]
Sh*t.
Sh*t!
Ow!
What's the matter?
Oh!
What's wrong?
No, I just can't
do it like that.
Why?
What'd I do?
You don't even
kiss me.
You're just lying there,
like you want me
to rape you!
Okay.
You want me
to rape you?
I'll kiss you back.
And take
the gloves off.
You need
stitches for that.
It doesn't really hurt.
Not when--
you're kissing me.
Some serial killers
use objects when
they can't get it up.
You know,
like they'll, uh,
they'll find bottles
[indistinct]
and all sorts
of things
out there.
I don't want to talk
about serial
killers anymore.
[phone ringing
at other end]
(female voice)
may I assist you?
What's your
emergency? Hello?
There's a woman,
the woman
needs help.
Is she injured?
Her daughter
left her.
Is the woman
there with you?
Hello?
No.
Where is she?
Ma'am?
She's in the house--
where they found
the dead girl.
(female voice)
They finally approved
our proposal,
to post a missing
childrens' board
near Jenny's bench.
It's good, it's good.
It'll just be one more
way of spreading the word.
(young female voice)
Oh.
Pigtail shot, you know,
we've overdone that.
I'm gonna have
to rule that out.
Your father thinks
we should go
with the headband
but, l--l--I like
the Christmas tree.
Y eah.
We have used this shot
so many times,
you know, l--
maybe the pigtails.
[loud water from tap]
the black
and white is not--
doing it for me anymore,
I think the color
would be better.
So, I'm--I'm gonna,
yeah, I'm gonna
go with the color.
I don 't know.
Maybe we should go
with the age progression.
Whichever you think.
What do you think
it might look like
to move on?
Well, my mom,
and Dad
and me, we'd--
pack up all the stuff
from her room,
and we'd take
all the boxes
with the--
newspaper reports,
and the false leads,
and the posters, and--
we'd burn everything
in a big bonfire.
And then we'd--cry
and hold one another.
and then we'd--
fall asleep
for like--
a thousand years
and then,
in the morning,
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