The Dead Girl Page #2

we'd wake up and--

the sun would be

shining and--

my mom would

go back into

the kitchen

and start making

breakfast and--

my dad would say,

"Go get ready for school"

and smile.

And--

everything would

be okay again.

[rain and thunder]

Well, not okay, but--

you got a chance to be.

She's been

gone for--

It'll never be okay.

It'll never be over.

I'm heading out.

Oh. Okay.

Murray wants to do

the Jane Doe

in the morning.

She's parked

in the deep freeze.

Do you mind

prepping her?

Sure.

My roommate and I are

having a little get together

tomorrow night.

Just a host dissertation,

throw-your-computer

out-the-window

celebration kind of thing.

Um, if you feel like

stopping by--

I'll probably be

in the library

but, thanks.

You could come

by afterwards.

I'll see.

Okay. Don't

work too hard.

Hasn't your sister

been missing

a long time?

She was taken

from the state park

less than ten miles

from where this girl's

body was found.

Leah, with age-progressed

photos, though--

I know,

they're a guess.

This girl,

she has a birthmark

on her left hand

between her fingers,

same as Jenny.

I want Andy

to do the dentals.

Okay.

All right.

Who is this?

Detective sent this photo

as a possible match

for a Jane Doe

we have in the morgue.

No. Those

aren't her eyes.

Her--her eyes--

her eyes

aren't that light.

She has a birthmark

on her left hand

between her fingers

just like Jenny.

No--it's not Jenny.

I checked the report

and they can't find

any family.

Those are not

her eyes!

It's her.

No.

[children shouting happily

and dog barking]

Hard to believe

it's over.

Yeah, I know.

[loud party music]

You came.

Yeah.

All right!

Um, want something

to drink?

A beer?

A soda?

Champagne?

Um,

champagne.

All right.

So, why tonight?

I've been inviting

you to my parties

for three years.

Have you?

I don't know

about you but,

every now and then

I like to be around

somebody that's not dead.

Yeah, I guess.

So, how's it

going so far?

So far, so good.

Excellent.

You're a lot

more talkative.

Right.

I'm on antidepressants.

Oh.

Oh, yeah?

Used to spend

most of my free time

in bed.

That could be nice.

It can also be

kind of depressing.

Yeah, it's good

to get out of bed

every once in a while.

It's kind of hard

to make friends.

In bed?

Yeah.

Although,

Yeah.

[slow music]

You have

excellent posture.

Do l?

Oh!

Naw, it's nice.

I feel like

if I let go of you,

you're gonna run away.

Well, then

don't let go.

[moaning]

Hey.

Hi.

Stay.

Please?

Promise I'll

let you sleep.

Oh, no,

I can't,

I have to go.

I was getting

kind of sick

of you anyway.

Really?

No, just joking.

I'm really glad

you came.

So am l.

Are you?

Yeah.

I wanted to,

for a long time.

Really? That's

good to know.

Okay, I have to go!

I gotta go.

Well, see you later.

[birds chirping]

Bye.

[phone ringing

on other end]

Yo.

Derek?

Hey you.

How you doing?

Good.

Good, actually.

Work must be

pretty boring

without me.

(boss)

When you got

a minute.

What are you wearing?

That sexy--

I gotta go.

I'll call you back.

Wait!

Did Andy

get the stuff?

It's not her.

Did he check

the films?

They were negative

for a match.

I got a call this morning

from a Detective Graily.

They tracked down

the girl's mother

and she's driving

down from Washington

to lD the body.

Well, that's--wrong.

It has to be,

I mean--

The woman's name

is Melora Kutcher,

and her daughter's

real name was

Krista Kutcher.

She faxed the detectives

a birth certificate

and a photo.

I'm sorry.

Hi, it's Leah,

leave a message.

[beep]

(Derek)

Leah, it's me.

Are you around?

You okay?

You alive?

[sigh]

Okay, I'm just,

uh, trying you again.

Just call me

back, okay?

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.

Liar.

I just want

to take a drive!

Jesus Christ! Why do

you have to make a f***ing

federal case out of it?

All right!

You with your mouth,

just go. Go.

Jesus!

Don't you ever take

the name of the Lord

in vain!

Don't you ever take--

Don't you ever--

take His name in vain

in my house.

[voices from TV]

Well, how do you think

it makes me feel

to be left here?

I did tell him.

No, he doesn't,

he has no idea

how lucky he is.

Lucky he's got

both of us.

[knocking]

That's the door.

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