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Don't ask questions.
Fuck you!
Starting to recognize a pattern?
What do you want?
Who is Machine?
I don't know...
I want his name.
I told you, I don't know.
I will never get tired of hurting you, Eddie, so you might want to change your attitude.
What the fuck am I gonna protect that freak for? He was Dino's boy, not mine. He shows up with his mask on, leaves with his mask on. Nobody knows.
Okay, we'll come back to that. So, six years ago a guy contacts you, through the classifieds, over the phone, however he does it. It's Longdale, looking for a snuff film. And you, entrepreneur that you are, tell him you can hook him up.
Yeah, the fucking lawyer.
Told him you could get him a snuff film.
Yeah.
How much did he pay you?
Thirty thousand each, that fucking cocksucker.
That's all? Thirty each. That's all it took for you to murder her?
It was a lot of fucking money.
So... you brought Dino in, and he brought Machine. And, one day, a girl walked into your office because you had an ad in the paper for models. And she never walked out.
Something like that.
What did you do, knock her out, shoot her up... ?
What the fuck do you want from me?
I want to know. I want to know exactly what you did to her!
Fuck you then, you want to know? I talked her up, told her how beautiful she was, told her she was gonna be a star. I told her I was gonna get her a screen test, and while I'm doing that, I got her a soda and dropped a mickey. When it was dark enough, I rang Dino and told him it was go time, I put her in the trunk of my car and we went and we fucking did it. That's what happened. She's dead. She's been dead a long fucking time. Nobody fucking cares!
Show me where you did it, on the map, exactly where you did it.
Why?
Because we're going there.
I don't know. I felt like it. I never saw anyone get done before.
You enjoy it?
Made me sick, but what did I care? What did I care if some hump wants to beat off to that. It was just something I was doing for money.
Tell me what happened.
What do you want to know? You saw it, you saw the loop...
Nobody saw you bring her in?
There wasn't nobody around. This place was a shithole. I backed up the car to the door and we carried her in, like groceries. Dino made her eat a bunch of pills, we laid out the plastic, put film in the camera and Machine went to work.
What did you do with her body?
Took it out the bathroom window. Buried it in the woods.
Show me.
Keep moving.
Where do you think you're taking this, huh? Gonna be a big hero, avenge that little girl's death? Gonna make everything right with the world? How you gonna do that... ?
You can't go to the cops. All you can do is cut me loose and walk away, because you got nothing...
Stop talking.
You got absolute zero.
Show me where you buried her.
I don't know... ... out there somewhere.
Where? Show me where.
I fucking don't know. What do you think... we weren't burying treasure. We didn't pace it out so we could come back and get it. We dug a hole and we put her in it. Your guess is as good as mine.
Do it.
Don't think I won't.
Do it! Put me out of my misery so I don't have to listen to you whining anymore. You think it's so easy?
Easy enough for you.
I never killed anyone.
That's right, you just stood there and watched, because you "felt like it." Almost makes you worse.
What do you want? You want me to fall to my knees and start crying like a baby... ?
What can I do for you, Mr. Welles?
Call me Tom.
Alright, Tom.
What I'd like, very simply, is access to your archive. And, now I understand this isn't something you normally do for private citizens...
There are reasons for the way we do things here.
Absolutely. Of course I'll abide by whatever decision you make, but I'd appreciate if you'll hear me out...
Few days ago, I was contacted by a couple living in Philadelphia, a doctor and his wife. What happened was they picked up a young girl hitchhiking off 81, which heads into Philadelphia, started up a conversation with this girl, she looked homeless, seemed about eighteen maybe. They convinced her to let them buy her a meal in the city. Nice kid, mature, didn't have much to say, but they got a sense she's a runaway, so all through dinner the doctor's working on her, trying to convince her that at the very least she should pick up a telephone. Not surprisingly, she ate her food, excused herself... That's the last they saw her. The reason they came to me for help, the reason I'm coming to you, is we had a friend of mine in the department work up a sketch... They want to see if I can I.D. this girl, somehow pass along a message to let the parents know the kid's alive, doing alright.
Why not go to the N.C.I.C. or N.C.M.E.C.?
I figured you share information.
We do.
For whatever reasons I thought you might be more receptive.
Why don't they come to me?
This doctor and wife, they're nice people, but they don't want to get too involved. They're not trying to have the parents come looking for the girl either. You and I both know sometimes, not often, but sometimes there's real reasons why a kid'll run. Molestation, whatever. Besides that, the girl's probably eighteen, so she's legal.
I'm not so sure about this.
They're putting themselves in place of this kid's parents and thinking they'd want to hear their girl's okay, even if that's all they hear.
I can give you my card, if your clients want to call me...
They were pretty clear they didn't want this coming back on them.
Well, that's all I can do. Sorry.
Files are mostly by state and year of disappearance. We try to keep the children and adults separate. No eating or smoking in here, but there's a coffee machine in the hall.
Any good?
It's horrible, but it'll be your best friend after a few days. I hope you realize what kind of long shot you're chasing after.
You're gonna be seeing a lot of me. You're sure you don't mind?
It's good what you're doing.
Is that him?
Put the gun down, take the handcuffs. Handcuff yourself to the bed.
Don't let Longdale's questionable choice of weapon give you any ideas. If his fey little gun puts enough little holes in you, you'll be just as dead... and so will Max.
Move it, dirtbag... !
You're a dead man.
Leave him alone.
Fuck off.
... sorry...
First things first. You might want to watch this, Mr. Welles...
You got the guts, tough guy? Gonna kill us all, is that it?
You betrayed us.
It's an honor to meet you. Thank you for seeing us.
What can I do for you today?
I'd like to commission a work. I'm a great admirer of yours.
Flattering. And, who's your colorful little chum?
A fellow investor.
Hmm.
You said something about money.
Yes. What we're looking for is rather specific.
That's five thousand dollars.
Is it?
Five thousand now, five thousand on delivery. Two women, one white and one black, as long as they have large breasts. Hard bondage, or course. Other than that, trusting your artistic interpretation, I have only two stipulations.
And they are?
I want to watch you work.

Don't ask questions.

Fuck you!

Starting to recognize a pattern?

What do you want?

Who is Machine?

I don't know...

I want his name.

I told you, I don't know.

I will never get tired of hurting you, Eddie, so you might want to change your attitude.

What the fuck am I gonna protect that freak for? He was Dino's boy, not mine. He shows up with his mask on, leaves with his mask on. Nobody knows.

Okay, we'll come back to that. So, six years ago a guy contacts you, through the classifieds, over the phone, however he does it. It's Longdale, looking for a snuff film. And you, entrepreneur that you are, tell him you can hook him up.

Yeah, the fucking lawyer.

Told him you could get him a snuff film.

Yeah.

How much did he pay you?

Thirty thousand each, that fucking cocksucker.

That's all? Thirty each. That's all it took for you to murder her?

It was a lot of fucking money.

So... you brought Dino in, and he brought Machine. And, one day, a girl walked into your office because you had an ad in the paper for models. And she never walked out.

Something like that.

What did you do, knock her out, shoot her up... ?

What the fuck do you want from me?

I want to know. I want to know exactly what you did to her!

Fuck you then, you want to know? I talked her up, told her how beautiful she was, told her she was gonna be a star. I told her I was gonna get her a screen test, and while I'm doing that, I got her a soda and dropped a mickey. When it was dark enough, I rang Dino and told him it was go time, I put her in the trunk of my car and we went and we fucking did it. That's what happened. She's dead. She's been dead a long fucking time. Nobody fucking cares!

Show me where you did it, on the map, exactly where you did it.

Why?

Because we're going there.

I don't know. I felt like it. I never saw anyone get done before.

You enjoy it?

Made me sick, but what did I care? What did I care if some hump wants to beat off to that. It was just something I was doing for money.

Tell me what happened.

What do you want to know? You saw it, you saw the loop...

Nobody saw you bring her in?

There wasn't nobody around. This place was a shithole. I backed up the car to the door and we carried her in, like groceries. Dino made her eat a bunch of pills, we laid out the plastic, put film in the camera and Machine went to work.

What did you do with her body?

Took it out the bathroom window. Buried it in the woods.

Show me.

Keep moving.

Where do you think you're taking this, huh? Gonna be a big hero, avenge that little girl's death? Gonna make everything right with the world? How you gonna do that... ?

You can't go to the cops. All you can do is cut me loose and walk away, because you got nothing...

Stop talking.

You got absolute zero.

Show me where you buried her.

I don't know... ... out there somewhere.

Where? Show me where.

I fucking don't know. What do you think... we weren't burying treasure. We didn't pace it out so we could come back and get it. We dug a hole and we put her in it. Your guess is as good as mine.

Do it.

Don't think I won't.

Do it! Put me out of my misery so I don't have to listen to you whining anymore. You think it's so easy?

Easy enough for you.

I never killed anyone.

That's right, you just stood there and watched, because you "felt like it." Almost makes you worse.

What do you want? You want me to fall to my knees and start crying like a baby... ?

What can I do for you, Mr. Welles?

Call me Tom.

Alright, Tom.

What I'd like, very simply, is access to your archive. And, now I understand this isn't something you normally do for private citizens...

There are reasons for the way we do things here.

Absolutely. Of course I'll abide by whatever decision you make, but I'd appreciate if you'll hear me out...

Few days ago, I was contacted by a couple living in Philadelphia, a doctor and his wife. What happened was they picked up a young girl hitchhiking off 81, which heads into Philadelphia, started up a conversation with this girl, she looked homeless, seemed about eighteen maybe. They convinced her to let them buy her a meal in the city. Nice kid, mature, didn't have much to say, but they got a sense she's a runaway, so all through dinner the doctor's working on her, trying to convince her that at the very least she should pick up a telephone. Not surprisingly, she ate her food, excused herself... That's the last they saw her. The reason they came to me for help, the reason I'm coming to you, is we had a friend of mine in the department work up a sketch... They want to see if I can I.D. this girl, somehow pass along a message to let the parents know the kid's alive, doing alright.

Why not go to the N.C.I.C. or N.C.M.E.C.?

I figured you share information.

We do.

For whatever reasons I thought you might be more receptive.

Why don't they come to me?

This doctor and wife, they're nice people, but they don't want to get too involved. They're not trying to have the parents come looking for the girl either. You and I both know sometimes, not often, but sometimes there's real reasons why a kid'll run. Molestation, whatever. Besides that, the girl's probably eighteen, so she's legal.

I'm not so sure about this.

They're putting themselves in place of this kid's parents and thinking they'd want to hear their girl's okay, even if that's all they hear.

I can give you my card, if your clients want to call me...

They were pretty clear they didn't want this coming back on them.

Well, that's all I can do. Sorry.

Files are mostly by state and year of disappearance. We try to keep the children and adults separate. No eating or smoking in here, but there's a coffee machine in the hall.

Any good?

It's horrible, but it'll be your best friend after a few days. I hope you realize what kind of long shot you're chasing after.

You're gonna be seeing a lot of me. You're sure you don't mind?

It's good what you're doing.

Is that him?

Put the gun down, take the handcuffs. Handcuff yourself to the bed.

Don't let Longdale's questionable choice of weapon give you any ideas. If his fey little gun puts enough little holes in you, you'll be just as dead... and so will Max.

Move it, dirtbag... !

You're a dead man.

Leave him alone.

Fuck off.

... sorry...

First things first. You might want to watch this, Mr. Welles...

You got the guts, tough guy? Gonna kill us all, is that it?

You betrayed us.

It's an honor to meet you. Thank you for seeing us.

What can I do for you today?

I'd like to commission a work. I'm a great admirer of yours.

Flattering. And, who's your colorful little chum?

A fellow investor.

Hmm.

You said something about money.

Yes. What we're looking for is rather specific.

That's five thousand dollars.

Is it?

Five thousand now, five thousand on delivery. Two women, one white and one black, as long as they have large breasts. Hard bondage, or course. Other than that, trusting your artistic interpretation, I have only two stipulations.

And they are?

I want to watch you work.