Voices from the Graves Page #2

Synopsis: A Chicago Police Detective is being investigated by the departments Internal affairs division for misconduct following his confession of ghost sightings.
 
IMDB:
6.6
Year:
2006
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I'm out.

- Oh, come on...

this place is awesome.

- That was freaky, Meg.

- Oh, you're being

ridiculous, Abby.

- I'm gonna wait in the car.

- We just got here...

let's go.

- Come on.

- You come on.

Wow, look at this place!

- I assume this is where

they dumped the bodies?

- No, that's where

they keep the gold.

- Look, it's cute

guy from the diner.

- Cute guy?

- Wait a minute.

Something's wrong.

- Don't mess with me.

- He's bleeding.

- Meg, it's not funny.

- Sh, don't move.

They're coming.

- Help!

Please!

- Jonah Lee, come in.

- Go on, over.

- I gotta couple of Phillies

heading your way.

- I'm not done with

the first batch.

- He's gone.

We gotta go.

We can't stay here.

We gotta go.

Abby, come on.

Abby.

Wait.

Wait there.

He might be alive.

- No, don't-don't-don't.

No, Meg.

Meg.

- Let's go!

Abby, come on...

get up!

Come on!

- What the hell was that?

Where's mama?

- Sh, don't talk.

Go, go.

Come on.

We gotta make a

run for the road.

- We're Miles from anything.

- We gotta make a

run for the road.

- We're next.

We're next.

- Just a matter of time!

- Go, go, now!

- Wait up!

- I'm sorry.

But this is the

way it's gotta be!

- Quiet.

- I'm sorry.

- Something's you gotta do.

Don't mean you

ever like it none.

- Come on.

- I ain't in no hurry.

Nope, however long it takes,

It takes.

- No, stay away!

- We can help...

we're your friends.

- My little girl is gone.

- What's your name?

- Valerie.

- Valerie, I'm Megan...

this is Abby.

You need to come with us.

- No, he can't find me here.

- Meg, it's only a

matter of time, okay?

- We got separated...

I didn't know what to do.

- Come with us.

- Meg.

- He was taking

pictures, you know.

- I'm not leaving her.

- You're with him.

Both of you stay away.

- No.

No, we're not here to hurt you.

- Leave me alone.

- Valerie.

- Stay away.

- We want to help.

Remember us...

we're from the diner.

- I'm getting married soon.

- Valerie, come with us.

- No.

- Come on.

- I picked out my

wedding dress.

- Valerie, come with us!

- I picked out my

wedding dress.

- Don't look at me like that!

- Abby, move!

- I don't take no

pleasure in this.

That's the honest truth.

- Please.

- I answer to a higher power.

- No.

- This way...

this way.

- He knows this place.

- They gotta have a car.

Come on.

- Stay here.

Get in.

- What do I do?

- Find the keys.

- Keys...

- he's coming.

Come on, let's go.

- Mama?

Mama!

- There's like a million keys.

Come on...

come on.

- I can't think

with you talking.

Damn it.

- He's coming...

he's coming.

- We don't have time for this.

Come on... come on...

come on.

Let's go!

Abby.

- I'll try to make

this painless.

- Come on!

Come on!

You heard me.

Come on!

Come on!

- Well, is he dead?

- I'm not checking.

- I didn't know you

could do that.

- Thanks for helping.

- What's that?

- What is it?

Flies?

- What's that?

- I don't know.

- Stay there.

- No-no-no,

You don't understand...

they killed my brother.

Have you seen my sister?

- Valerie?

- Yeah.

- She's gone.

- What about my...

what about Gordy?

- I don't know, man.

- What's happening?

- Hell if I know,

but it's over now.

We need his keys.

- They got to our car.

- We need his keys.

- I'm not going near him.

- Me either.

- I was in charge.

- Someone's coming.

I'm gonna talk to

him, okay, guys?

- You guys okay?

- We need a ride.

- A ride?

Where's your car?

- Back there.

- Oh, in Skull City Mine?

Well, you all need a jump?

- No, uh, you don't understand.

- Something weird's going on.

- Abby.

- Something weird...

I don't get your drift.

- Look, sir...

- you can call me Caleb.

My friends call

me Cookie... what's your name?

- Megan...

this is Abby.

- I'm Pete.

- Hey.

- Look, look, Caleb, we're a

little wound up right now.

That blacksmith just

tried to kill us.

- The blacksmith

tried to kill ya.

- Yeah.

- Well, you're the ones

with blood on ya.

- It's not what it looks like.

- Where's the blacksmith now?

- Look, can we just get a ride?

- You know, this just

isn't adding up.

I mean, I-I gotta make

some sense outta this.

So, I-I think, uh, I'm gonna

go take a look around there

And-and then you

get your ride.

So why don't you guys

just jump in the back.

- No, we're not

going back there.

- Look, back off.

Now, you all might be

killers for all I know.

I can't take no chances.

Now get in the

back of the truck.

Get in the back!

Please.

- What are we gonna do?

- Stay cool.

- Who is this guy?

- Let's take a look around.

Don't do anything stupid.

- Guys, what are we gonna do?

We gotta get outta here.

- He's gonna find him.

- If he does,

we'll explain everything.

- Hold up.

That way.

- We gotta get outta here.

- Well, I'll be damned.

You all have anything

to do with this?

- No.

- That just sounds guilty.

You wouldn't believe us if we told you.

- C-can we go now?

- I told 'em you can't put

In charge of this thing.

Never mind a little God

fearing religious fanatics.

No, you need somebody

who loves the job,

Who lives for it.

Craves it.

It was you who killed

him, wasn't it?

I can see it in your eyes.

You got the instinct.

- Please.

- He was a weakling,

my little brother.

That's what got his ass killed.

- Brother?

- Oh, exactumundo.

I've been wiping

his ass longer than

You been wiping hers.

- Oh, God!

- Oh, no God here,

little missy.

This is a godless place

if ever there was one.

And Jonah, well he just

didn't have the heart

For the job.

But me, I got an

appetite for hurting.

Born to it.

- Abby, run.

- Not you, boy.

- Don't, sir...

please, don't.

- No!

- Oh, I got your attention!

Exacto.

Well, here's how we're

gonna play this game.

I'm gonna start singing

a little ditty

And when I'm done, I'm coming.

So if I was you,

I'd gain some ground.

And, hey...

No more guns...

no bullets anyway.

I prefer to get up close and

personal with the ladies.

And you, I'm gonna

take my time with you.

- You first.

I'll lift you.

Come on...

oh, come on,

No girly [deleted], let's go.

Damn it, Abby.

- Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go.

- What, like I planned it?

- Come on!

- I'm trying.

- Baby, please don't go

well I need you so.

Baby, please don't go.

- Come on.

- Ah, the wet stuff.

- Meg?

Meg?

- What?

- What the hell is this place?

This is a human

gaming preserve?

What about the guy's

face, the blacksmith?

And-and the ghosts?

- Abby-Abby-Abby-Abby-Abby,

it's okay.

It's okay.

- You wanna make this

interesting,

You gotta do better than this.

- Come here.

Come here.

Okay, listen none of

that matters, all right?

What matters is getting

outta here alive.

Are we clear?

- All clear.

- Okay.

Go... go.

- You're leakin'.

I like that in my women.

- Meg!

- Abby, wait up.

Abby!

Abby.

Abby.

- Your hopes and dreams

seem a long way off.

But mine are coming true.

Sweetie, you home?

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