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It got to be too much for him.
You have to forgive me, but in these circumstances... with your daughter... Were there any indications of... any sort of abuse?
There wasn't anything like that. The police and the FBI people asked, but there wasn't anything happened like that, never. My husband... his heart broke when Mary left...
I didn't mean to...
You try going through what we did. Bob couldn't take it, that's all. Christ, there's times when it still seems like I can't either.
I had to ask. I apologize.
No one knows what it's like. You can't even imagine how much it hurts.
People remember me from the news. Can you drive me back now?
Of course.
I... I shouldn't take anymore of your time. Maybe we can finish tomorrow. I'll call tomorrow...
Okay.
Doesn't make much sense, does it? When everything's happy, when life's fine and you have every reason to believe there's a God, you don't bother. Then, something horrible happens... that's when you start praying all the time. That's when you start going to church.
We're all like that.
Are you religious?
No.
You should be.
I've got what I need for my report. There is... there is one thing that bothers me though.
What?
It's not really my place, but it's not easy for me to set aside the private detective part of me either. See, I know a little about missing persons. When kids run, they almost always leave a note. It's guilt. They want to say goodbye.
There wasn't one. The police looked.
Do you think the police did a good job?
I don't know. I think so.
It is possible... and I know this isn't something you want to hear. Your daughter may have tried to hide a note where she thought you would eventually find it, but where she knew your husband would never find it. She might have wanted to tell you something...
No. You don't have any reason to think that...
If the police focused their search in her room, her belongings, well that'd be only natural, but they may have been looking in the wrong place.
How... how can you say that to me...?
Will you let me look?
My husband never laid a hand on her. She would have told me... she would have told me...
You're probably right, and I probably won't find anything. I don't have a right to ask this, and you can kick me out of your house if you want, but this is my profession and there's a part of me that can't let it go. Police are just as human as you or I. They could have missed something. They probably didn't. Wouldn't you rather know?
You were right. I didn't find anything. I'm going to run and get something to eat. Are you hungry?
Yes.
I think about it everyday. But, every time the phone rings... every single time, I still think it's her.
It's been six years.
What am I supposed to do? Forget her? Time heals all wounds, right? She's all I think about, and I've learned to live with that. But, you want the truth... the real truth? If I had a choice... if I had to choose, between her being out there, living a good life and being happy, and me not knowing; never finding out what happened to her... ... or her being dead and me knowing... I'd choose to know.
Hello... ?
Mrs. Mathews? It's Thomas. Do you remember, I was there a few weeks ago... asking about your daughter...
I remember. You just left...
I have to tell you something. It won't be easy for you to hear. It's about your daughter... Mary Anne... When I... when I was there with you, her diary, in your attic, in silverware. If you read it, you'll know what I'm telling you is true...
What are you talking about... ?
She went to California, to Los Angeles... she wanted to start over. She wanted to be an actress...
What... ?
Mrs. Mathews, your daughter is dead. She's dead.
Who is this... ?
Someone... some men, they took your daughter and they drugged her, and they took her to a motel room... they did terrible things to her...
Who are you?
They brought her into the room... one man, he put a knife to her throat and he raped her...
No...
He raped her and...and...and he murdered her...he cut her up with knifes...
No... no... no...
They killed her, and they took her out in the forest somewhere and they buried her...
Why... why are you doing this to me... ?
They murdered her, Mrs. Mathews, I'm sorry. It happened a month after she ran away. She's been dead all this time...
Mister Welles. You're very prompt.
I try to be.
Uh huh, pleasure.
Apparently Mr. Longdale has something he feels he simply must say before you and I speak.
Have a pleasant evening. Will you have tea, Mister Welles?
Thank you.
He's odd.
He's a lawyer. Please, sit, here...
I've spoken to friends of mine and my husband's, in Harrisburg, in Lancaster and Hershey. Asking about you. I must say you have friends in influential places.
I've been privileged to provide services for people I admire.
You are highly recommended. Praised for your discretion... your strict adherence to confidentiality.
As you know, my husband passed away recently. Two weeks ago now.
My condolences.
His passing has left me with... something of a dilemma. A terrible, terrible dilemma.
I'll do whatever I can to help.
Pittsburgh?
Mostly. That's where he started his empire building. He was a good man. Notorious as an eccentric, but that was something he cultivated. He wanted to be legendary.
He succeeded.
We were married fortyfive years. Hard even for me to imagine. We had our troubles. There were plenty of places for him to be other than here, but he was always loyal to me, and I to him. I loved him deeply.
Do you carry a gun, Mr. Welles?
I wear a gun when I can tell a client expects me to. Other than that, there's never any reason.
Just curious.
My husband was the only one with the combination to this safe. I knew about it, but as far as I was concerned it was none of my business. Not till now, that is.
You hired someone to open it. I'll bet the lawyer loved that.
There was nothing he could do. My husband left everything to me. I prevented anyone from seeing the contents. I felt these were my husband's private things. I didn't... I didn't realize...
Do you want to tell me what you found?
Cash, stock certificates, and this...
It's a film... of a girl being murdered.
I'm afraid I don't...
This is a movie showing a girl being murdered. She's sitting on a bed, and a man rapes her... and he begins to cut her with a knife... I only watched what I could.
I didn't know what to think. I can't tell you how horrible it's been, to know this belonged to my husband. To know that he watched this... this atrocity. But, I can't go to the police...
Mrs. Christian... please, will you sit down a moment? I want you to listen carefully. What you're talking about is a "snuff film." But, from what I know, snuff films are a kind of... urban myth. Like, red light district folklore. There's no such thing, I can assure you.
Please, believe me. This is probably a stag film. Simulated rape. Hard to stomach, and it might seem real, but there are ways of making it look realistic... fake blood and special effects...
No.
If you were to study it you'd see the camera cutting away... you'd see the tricks they can play...
I'm telling you it's not that.
I'm sure it is. It's probably something your husband was given as a bad joke. More than likely he never even watched it.
Will you watch it and see for yourself?
Of course. But, I'm certain it's nothing to worry about.
You... you need to go to the police.
I told you I can't, not yet.
You don't have any other choice.
No. For me to live with the ruin of my husband's name, I need know that whoever did this will be punished. If you can find them, I will take their names to the police. I'll say my husband confessed on his death bed. I'll say I didn't have courage to come forward at first...
It won't work like that.
Any evidence you collect can be given to the police later, anonymously. I've thought about it and there's no other way. If you can't find them... if the only thing that comes from this film is that this is all my husband will be remembered for, well I can't let that happen. I'm telling you I won't. If there's no chance that poor girl's memory can be served, then I'll just have to spend my last days trying to forget her.
I deal in divorce cases. Corporate investigations...
You've found missing persons before.
Nothing remotely like this.

It got to be too much for him.

You have to forgive me, but in these circumstances... with your daughter... Were there any indications of... any sort of abuse?

There wasn't anything like that. The police and the FBI people asked, but there wasn't anything happened like that, never. My husband... his heart broke when Mary left...

I didn't mean to...

You try going through what we did. Bob couldn't take it, that's all. Christ, there's times when it still seems like I can't either.

I had to ask. I apologize.

No one knows what it's like. You can't even imagine how much it hurts.

People remember me from the news. Can you drive me back now?

Of course.

I... I shouldn't take anymore of your time. Maybe we can finish tomorrow. I'll call tomorrow...

Okay.

Doesn't make much sense, does it? When everything's happy, when life's fine and you have every reason to believe there's a God, you don't bother. Then, something horrible happens... that's when you start praying all the time. That's when you start going to church.

We're all like that.

Are you religious?

No.

You should be.

I've got what I need for my report. There is... there is one thing that bothers me though.

What?

It's not really my place, but it's not easy for me to set aside the private detective part of me either. See, I know a little about missing persons. When kids run, they almost always leave a note. It's guilt. They want to say goodbye.

There wasn't one. The police looked.

Do you think the police did a good job?

I don't know. I think so.

It is possible... and I know this isn't something you want to hear. Your daughter may have tried to hide a note where she thought you would eventually find it, but where she knew your husband would never find it. She might have wanted to tell you something...

No. You don't have any reason to think that...

If the police focused their search in her room, her belongings, well that'd be only natural, but they may have been looking in the wrong place.

How... how can you say that to me...?

Will you let me look?

My husband never laid a hand on her. She would have told me... she would have told me...

You're probably right, and I probably won't find anything. I don't have a right to ask this, and you can kick me out of your house if you want, but this is my profession and there's a part of me that can't let it go. Police are just as human as you or I. They could have missed something. They probably didn't. Wouldn't you rather know?

You were right. I didn't find anything. I'm going to run and get something to eat. Are you hungry?

Yes.

I think about it everyday. But, every time the phone rings... every single time, I still think it's her.

It's been six years.

What am I supposed to do? Forget her? Time heals all wounds, right? She's all I think about, and I've learned to live with that. But, you want the truth... the real truth? If I had a choice... if I had to choose, between her being out there, living a good life and being happy, and me not knowing; never finding out what happened to her... ... or her being dead and me knowing... I'd choose to know.

Hello... ?

Mrs. Mathews? It's Thomas. Do you remember, I was there a few weeks ago... asking about your daughter...

I remember. You just left...

I have to tell you something. It won't be easy for you to hear. It's about your daughter... Mary Anne... When I... when I was there with you, her diary, in your attic, in silverware. If you read it, you'll know what I'm telling you is true...

What are you talking about... ?

She went to California, to Los Angeles... she wanted to start over. She wanted to be an actress...

What... ?

Mrs. Mathews, your daughter is dead. She's dead.

Who is this... ?

Someone... some men, they took your daughter and they drugged her, and they took her to a motel room... they did terrible things to her...

Who are you?

They brought her into the room... one man, he put a knife to her throat and he raped her...

No...

He raped her and...and...and he murdered her...he cut her up with knifes...

No... no... no...

They killed her, and they took her out in the forest somewhere and they buried her...

Why... why are you doing this to me... ?

They murdered her, Mrs. Mathews, I'm sorry. It happened a month after she ran away. She's been dead all this time...

Mister Welles. You're very prompt.

I try to be.

Uh huh, pleasure.

Apparently Mr. Longdale has something he feels he simply must say before you and I speak.

Have a pleasant evening. Will you have tea, Mister Welles?

Thank you.

He's odd.

He's a lawyer. Please, sit, here...

I've spoken to friends of mine and my husband's, in Harrisburg, in Lancaster and Hershey. Asking about you. I must say you have friends in influential places.

I've been privileged to provide services for people I admire.

You are highly recommended. Praised for your discretion... your strict adherence to confidentiality.

As you know, my husband passed away recently. Two weeks ago now.

My condolences.

His passing has left me with... something of a dilemma. A terrible, terrible dilemma.

I'll do whatever I can to help.

Pittsburgh?

Mostly. That's where he started his empire building. He was a good man. Notorious as an eccentric, but that was something he cultivated. He wanted to be legendary.

He succeeded.

We were married fortyfive years. Hard even for me to imagine. We had our troubles. There were plenty of places for him to be other than here, but he was always loyal to me, and I to him. I loved him deeply.

Do you carry a gun, Mr. Welles?

I wear a gun when I can tell a client expects me to. Other than that, there's never any reason.

Just curious.

My husband was the only one with the combination to this safe. I knew about it, but as far as I was concerned it was none of my business. Not till now, that is.

You hired someone to open it. I'll bet the lawyer loved that.

There was nothing he could do. My husband left everything to me. I prevented anyone from seeing the contents. I felt these were my husband's private things. I didn't... I didn't realize...

Do you want to tell me what you found?

Cash, stock certificates, and this...

It's a film... of a girl being murdered.

I'm afraid I don't...

This is a movie showing a girl being murdered. She's sitting on a bed, and a man rapes her... and he begins to cut her with a knife... I only watched what I could.

I didn't know what to think. I can't tell you how horrible it's been, to know this belonged to my husband. To know that he watched this... this atrocity. But, I can't go to the police...

Mrs. Christian... please, will you sit down a moment? I want you to listen carefully. What you're talking about is a "snuff film." But, from what I know, snuff films are a kind of... urban myth. Like, red light district folklore. There's no such thing, I can assure you.

Please, believe me. This is probably a stag film. Simulated rape. Hard to stomach, and it might seem real, but there are ways of making it look realistic... fake blood and special effects...

No.

If you were to study it you'd see the camera cutting away... you'd see the tricks they can play...

I'm telling you it's not that.

I'm sure it is. It's probably something your husband was given as a bad joke. More than likely he never even watched it.

Will you watch it and see for yourself?

Of course. But, I'm certain it's nothing to worry about.

You... you need to go to the police.

I told you I can't, not yet.

You don't have any other choice.

No. For me to live with the ruin of my husband's name, I need know that whoever did this will be punished. If you can find them, I will take their names to the police. I'll say my husband confessed on his death bed. I'll say I didn't have courage to come forward at first...

It won't work like that.

Any evidence you collect can be given to the police later, anonymously. I've thought about it and there's no other way. If you can't find them... if the only thing that comes from this film is that this is all my husband will be remembered for, well I can't let that happen. I'm telling you I won't. If there's no chance that poor girl's memory can be served, then I'll just have to spend my last days trying to forget her.

I deal in divorce cases. Corporate investigations...

You've found missing persons before.

Nothing remotely like this.