All language subtitles for Graveyard Story _ 1991

- There was
a long winding driveway

that led to the mansion.

Stonehenge it was called,
so named by my father.

But behind its beautiful
gray monotonous walls,

would soon live an unknown force

that would play
havoc with my life.

- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

- Mr. Hunt?

- That's correct.

- Dr. McGregor is
waiting in the limo sir,

may I take your bag?

- Please.

How was your trip?

Fine.

You know it is
true what they say,

taking the train is a
romantic way to travel.

- Yes, the last time
I was in Europe,

I took the Orient Express
from Paris to Venice.

As I remember it,
it was quite a trip.

- Oh I'm sure it was.

Why did you bring
me here doctor?

- Well...

In your ad, you stated quote,

"former police detective
seeking employment,

"anything considered."

Well Mr. Hunt, two
words puzzled me,

former and anything.

- You see, I worked with
the Metropolitan police

as an undercover
agent, narcotics.

It took me three
years to infiltrate

a particular drug network.

Unfortunately when
the raid went down,

my superiors thought
it best I leave,

change my name,
start a new life,

and here I am.

- Yes.

- May I ask now, why does
a doctor of your standing

need a former detective
willing to do anything?

- Well...

Mr. Hunt, it's a
rather unusual story.

- I've heard 'em all before doc,

nothing ever shocks me anymore.

- I think this story might.

I was visiting the
grave of a friend

in this cemetery and
that's where it all began.

What is it little girl?

Died too young.

Why do you look so sad?

Are you trying to
tell me something?

I was standing right
there in front of her

not knowing what to do

or what to think, except,

that the girls statue
completely changed my life.

- You never married?

- No.

Until a few years ago, I
had a successful practice.

I'm a psychiatrist,
or rather I was.

I'm retired now.

But as sometimes happens
in my profession,

some of my patient's complexes
and neuroses became mine.

I fell into a state of
depression and loneliness.

A friend of mine,
also a psychiatrist,

suggested that I marry,

but starting a family at my age

didn't seem to be the answer,

so I decided...

This is a strange story.

- That's all right,
continue please.

- I decided to adopt a
little dead girl instead.

I visited her grave
more and more often.

It became an obsession.

Then I realized that there
was some strange feeling

between the two of us.

We needed each other.

Finally...

She began to visit me.

I'll never forget
the first time.

I was asleep.

Very gently, her
hand awakened me.

I thought that she wanted to...

Well like when I saw
her the first time,

her statue at the grave site,

I thought then she wanted
to tell me something.

I guess what I'm
trying to say is

there must be, there
must be some mystery

surrounding her death.

- Well what exactly is it
that you wanna find out?

- It said on her gravestone

that she left this
world tragically.

I would like to know how.

Who were her parents?

And who left her
grave so unattended?

- But why?

I know it's none of my business,

I'm just naturally curious.

- Mr. Hunt, why is
the most overused word

in the English language.

That is why I'm hiring
you to find out why.

Just name your price.

- 200 a day plus expenses
will do me just fine.

But just so we
understand each other,

I came to town to do a
job, money's not the issue.

Now when do I start?

You started the day
you got off the train.

Here you are, your
first payment.

2,000.

Oh by the way, very important,

no one is to know about this.

You're just a cousin here
for a little vacation

and you can use my Chrysler
for transportation,

it has a phone.

- Morning Father.

- Good morning.

- Can I have a couple
of words with you?

Please, come in.

- Father, I was wondering
if you could help me out.

I saw a monument commemorating
the life and death

of a young girl.

The name on the stone
was Dolly Cooper.

Cooper?

- You see, I had cousins
that lived in this area

by that name, cousins who
I haven't seen for years.

So I was wondering if maybe
you could help me find out

more about her, she
could be their child.

- Of course, come this way.

Please, sit down.

- Thank you Father.

- Now what year did you
say that she passed on?

- 1980.

- 1980?

And you said the name
was Dolly Cooper?

- That's right.

- I don't understand,
there's no one by that name

registered in 1980.

- Are you sure?

Please,
see for yourself.

- But...

How's it possible
that one can be buried

without being registered?

- I don't know.

Maybe Father Johnathan forgot
to enter it into the records.

I took over this parish last
year after he passed away.

- I don't believe it.

The child's grave is there.

It says she died
tragically in 1980

and you're telling me
it's not even registered

in the church books?

- But you said that
she died tragically?

- Maybe the police station
would have some information.

If she was in an accident,
they would know about it.

- I hope so.

Well thanks Father.

- Thank you.

- No...

Nothing tragic happened
to any child in 1980.

We had two robberies,
both solved,

a workman fell off the
top of a new building,

some woman committed suicide,

a farmer cut his left leg badly,

and that's about it.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Constable Strickler speaking.

Oh, hi Judy.

Yes?

Uh huh.

Okay.

Thanks anyway.

No, that's it for now.

That was the township
office returning my call,

they checked
everything available

but found no trace of a
child named Dolly Cooper.

I'm afraid your relatives
probably never lived

in this area mister.

- Can I take a
look at that thing?

- Sure.

- What about...

What if they worked
as seasonal laborers

or if they were just passing
through the district?

The child could've died due
to an accident or illness

they didn't want to
report to the authorities,

so they simply buried the
child in the Weston Cemetery

and moved on.

- You've got a good
imagination there,

but how to prove it?

After nine years?

- Yeah.

Is there a local
newspaper in this town?

- The Weston Evening Star.

- Okay, thanks for your time.

- You're welcome.

He said what?

Oh come on, he did not.

You are a riot!

Oh no, oh that is too much.

Just too much.

I remember that one.

Oh for sure.

There's a man here.

Oh [chuckles].

He's gorgeous, hang on.

Hi, is there anything
I can do for you?

- Hi, I was wondering if you
could help me with something.

- Oh I just love helpless men.

- Well as a matter of fact,
I'd like some information

dating back to 1980.

- 1980?

Yeah...

Yeah, that's a good year,

the rock group The
Phantom's were formed

and their hit song
was Sweet Molly, yeah.

And of course mini
skirts made a comeback.

And I lost the most precious
thing a girl can have.

- I beg your pardon?

- Mickey, my favorite doll.

Are you real?

- I know this will
probably sound crazy,

but I've been waiting
for you all of my life.

- Well I'm sorry I was so late,

but before I ask for your hand,

can I have a look at
a complete edition

of your paper from 1980, now
that would help me a lot.

- I'll do anything to
keep you around longer.

You have no idea how boring
this little town can be

for a big girl like me.

- No, but I'm getting
a pretty big peek

at what you mean.

- There, start with the
first three months of 1980.

You can use my colleague's desk,

he's on an out of
town assignment.

- Well thanks.

And what pages usually
cover crime stories?

- Crime? In Weston?

You've gotta be kidding.

You mean accidents, fires,
or brawls in local taverns,

try the last page.

- Thanks.

- Call me if you need me.

Yeah Jan, yeah.

Well I think maybe you
should just dump the chump.

Uh huh.

Oh that's my advice.

- No motive has
yet been determined

in what appears to be a
suicide in a local winery.

An investigation is
underway to determine

whether the recent
disappearance of a little girl

linked to this tragic event.

Elizabeth Cooper was found in
her attic room earlier today.

Cooper?

Miss Elizabeth worked as a maid

for the wealthy Niagara
wine grower, Miss Bloor.

Bloor?

10 year old daughter
Dolly Cooper...

That's it.

That's it!

- Find anything?

- Uh no, not what
I was looking for.

- Well I brought us
some refreshments.

- Thanks, but I
really gotta run.

Don't wanna run, but
I really have to run.

- Oh just like that?

I mean I thought we
were gonna have dinner?

- Well next time,
I promise, really.

- Next time?

What's he think, I
come with a rain check?

Well I'll be damned.

- Miss Bloor?

Someone to see you.

- Hi, my name is Ron Hunt.

- Yes what can I do for you?

- I was wondering if I could
ask you a few questions

about a previous employee,
that is if you don't mind.

- Well Mr. Hunt, a number of
domestic and seasonal employees

come and go each year, but
I'll do the best I can.

- Her name was Elizabeth Cooper.

- What did you say?

- She also had a lovely
young girl named Dolly.

Is something wrong?

- No...

It's nothing.

Memories.

Elizabeth did live
here some 10 years ago

but she left without
giving notice

and I would really have no idea

where she or her
daughter would be.

- Miss Bloor, I'm a
private investigator

and I already know
what happened,

but I'd like to know more
about her daughter's death.

Specifically, why she
was buried without

even being registered
in the church books.

And why don't the
police know about it?

- Oh God.

Do I have to go
through all this again?

- Miss Bloor?

- Mr. Hunt...

It was right here
at this very spot

that I first met them.

When I saw them, I thought
my heart would break.

Heartbroken, she had the
gumption to ask for a job

rather than charity.

God bless her.

I was overwhelmed
by their misfortune.

She told me how her
husband had left them

without warning, penniless,

that many employers tried
to exploit or abuse her,

while families turned her
away because of the child.

As you can imagine,
that lovely child

was like a burst of
sunshine in my life.

Now you chose anything you want.

I discovered how much I
needed beauty and innocence

around me again, how
much I needed someone

like little Dolly.

As if I were a new
mother, I showered her

with all my wealth would allow.

Not having a child of my own,

it gave me great pleasure to
see the look on Dolly's face

when I took her shopping.

I think that's a definite.

- I think that's...

I was
surprised how pleased I was

to have someone in my
life who didn't claim

to already know everything.

Well Dolly, I think
these are the last days

of Indian summer.

- Why do they call
it Indian summer?

- You know, I don't know.

I've never really
thought about it,

but that's a very good question.

I wonder if it has anything
to do with the fact that...

We spent Christmas
at my winter home.

I discovered the joy
of giving and sharing

with those less fortunate.

I longed desperately
for her love.

Those were the most
beautiful days of my life.

But they didn't last long.

We had a very good
harvest that year

and a shortage of
seasonal labor,

so we hired a
couple of drifters.

They must've thought that
Dolly was my daughter,

little did I realize
what they were planning.

I know it's really hard to
imagine that these vines

grow very...

Dolly?

Dolly?

Dolly?

Dolly?

I found a note.

They said Dolly would
be killed that night

unless I brought them
$25,000 in person.

They wanted the money in cash

to be brought to
them at 10 o'clock.

Hello?

Bring it
tonight, or she's dead.

- Listen to me, you're
making a terrible mistake!

She's not my daughter!

Okay Elizabeth, listen to me...

We were both desperate.

This is what we're gonna do.

It was already Friday afternoon
and the banks were closed.

I gave Elizabeth all the cash
I had in hand, some $3,500.

Do you understand?

- Yes.

Oh thank you.

- Elizabeth, don't lose hope.

Dolly will be back with us.

- Who the hell is this?

- I don't know.

She
explained to the kidnappers,

that the child
was actually hers,

that she herself was
only a servant of mine

and that they had made
a terrible mistake.

- The money, it's
right here but I wanted

to explain something,
there's a terrible mistake.

They
didn't believe her.

They accused us of
trying to trick them.

- You tell whoever's
involved the girl is safe--

- It's only 3,500 here.

- Oh but that's what I've
been trying to tell you.

I've been trying to tell
you it's my daughter,

it's not Miss Bloor's daughter.

- Shut up!

Bitch!

They
warned her that we better

produce the money by
noon of the next day,

and now they wanted $50,000.

- No, no!

No!

Elizabeth?

I'm gonna go ahead and make
the funeral arrangements.

- Don't please, don't.

Don't, let's...

Don't tell the police
about the body,

let's just bury her ourselves.

Let's just bury her
secretly by the--

- Elizabeth, Elizabeth
they already know

about the kidnapping.

- But they don't
know that she's dead.

The priest
of the local parish

was an uncle of mine,
Father Johnathan.

He understood our
problem and agreed

to put the child to rest
quickly and quietly.

We buried her secretly
that same night.

The next morning, oh my God,

it was horrible.

I opened the door
to Elizabeth's room.

She hung herself.

I had to call the police.

To have buried
another body secretly,

would've killed me too.

A few days later,
one of the kidnappers

was arrested in an
attempted bank robbery.

They never found the other
one as far as I know.

- What ever happened to
the man that was captured?

- He was convicted
of the kidnapping

and sentenced to
several years in jail.

I guess he's still there.

- You wouldn't happen to
remember his name would you?

- Vic Morieta.

Thanks.

- A few years later,
I had a statue

of a little girl erected
to mark her grave.

Oh it must be in
dreadful shape now.

I just can't bear
to go there anymore.

I haven't visited
Dolly in years.

- I am grateful
for the information

and I'm sorry you had
to go through it again.

I think the secret that
you, and Elizabeth,

and Father Johnathan
shared should stay buried.

- Thank you Mr. Hunt.

Excuse me.

- [Mr. Hunt] You
didn't happen to keep

any of Elizabeth's
things around, did you?

- Come with me.

Elizabeth left very
little when she died.

Dolly was really
everything she had,

but I do have some
of her things.

Yes...

Oh.

I think I can let you
have these now Mr. Hunt.

- Thank you very
much Miss Bloor.

You have been very helpful.

- I don't understand.

How could you learn all
this in just 48 hours?

- I'm a detective sir,
just doing my job.

- Well, you've made
a damn good start.

- More than a start,
you know the kidnapper

that was never captured?

Well I've already
located his partner.

After spending eight
years in prison,

he was recently released.

He has a small
country music band now

and they're playing
in local taverns.

It might take a little
to make him talk.

- Offer him whatever he asks.

Money isn't important, the girl,

the girl is.

♪ Well I waited here an hour
to find my baby, didn't show

♪ I waited half a lifetime
but how was I to know ♪

- Give me a glass of water.

♪ She was already running
with the boys in the blocks

♪ And I'd never leave.

♪ Everybody told me
not to ask her to dance

♪ She'd be

- Hey.

♪ Given half a chance

♪ And I could be her only
effort 'til the day we die

♪ Over my dead body

♪ 40 years old and
I can't settle down

♪ I'll never have
nothing to lose ♪

Wouldn't you like something?

- Yeah, right.

Add a twist of lemon.

♪ Yeah that'll be a life
that a cowboy will choose ♪

Hi, can I have a couple
of words with you?

- Yeah, sure come on in.

- Really loved your performance.

- Yeah right.

You an agent?

- Not exactly, but
I represent a man

who's ready to pay a
lot for your services.

- What kind of services?

- Does the name Dolly
Cooper ring a bell?

- Look man, you don't
know what the hell

you're talking
about, you got that?

- Take it easy pal.

I'm a private
investigator not a cop.

It's my client who
wants to know more

about the kidnapping,

and he's a very rich man.

- Listen man, I just
spent eight years

of my life in prison
teaming up with a creep

who left me to pay
for his crimes.

They were all his idea.

Now you're coming
around here telling me

somebody is interested
in a kidnapping

that happened nine years ago?

Who?

That kid's mother hung
herself the next day.

I read it in the papers.

- Are you aware the
little girl was killed?

You see my friend, when
you left your partner,

he got scared and instead of
letting the little girl go,

he killed her and sent the
body back to her mother.

- No, no, no, no,
you're full of it man,

that's not the way it happened.

I would've read about
that in the papers.

- That's because Dolly's
mother after seeing the coffin

buried her daughter
secretly that very night.

It was never
reported, the killing,

because the secret died
with her in the attic.

Come on Vic, I need your help.

I have to know how that
little girl was killed.

I have to find her killer
and bring him to justice.

Remember Vic, he left you behind

to take the fall.

- Yeah, yeah.

You know, I'm starting
to like you man.

What do you want me to do?

- When you finish here tonight,

you and I are gonna go up
to the Weston Cemetery,

and dig up the grave
of little Dolly Cooper.

We're gonna take a good
look inside of her coffin.

- No way man, I ain't
no grave robber.

- We're just gonna take a peek.

So tell me about this
partner of yours.

- Bruce, when I first met him,

he used to be a butcher.

You know he was always
bragging about how good

he was with knives.

I don't think this is
gonna be a pretty picture.

- You got a hairpin
or something?

- Man, let me handle
this, will ya?

- I'll drive the car through,

don't you go getting
cold feet on me.

- Yeah right.

Dig.

Damn this place.

I don't know man, this
just don't seem right.

- Oh come on, dig will ya?

Dig.

- I spent eight years in prison

and I just look at this,
this is not something...

I don't know what
I'm doing here.

It drives me crazy how
you talked me into this.

- Quit your complaining will ya?

- I don't like the
look of that thing,

and it's pretty weird.

Oh geez!

Jesus, Jesus.

- Like hell she did.

Get back in here.

Oh my God.

This is gonna come
as a bit of a shock.

This is what I found.

- This is our last warning.

If you don't come up
with the money on time,

I'll send you the rest of
your beautiful daughter.

What is this?

- Well Elizabeth
saw Dolly's dress

sticking out of the coffin,
she naturally thought

it contained Dolly's body.

Looks like she jumped to the
wrong conclusion too quickly.

And it cost her her life.

- That means there's a...

There's a chance that
the child is still alive.

- A small chance, but
not a child anymore.

If she's alive at all, she's
a 19 year old woman now.

- Hunt, you've got to find her.

You've got to

and you already know I
don't care what it costs.

- I know that, but something
else I've gotta know now...

- What?

- The truth.

Before I do anything,
I've gotta know why

you're doing all this.

I have a strong feeling

you're not telling me
everything, doctor.

- Mr. Hunt, Dolly Cooper is...

I'm her father.

- What?

- 19 years ago, I was
working in a mental hospital.

- Hello Dr. McGregor.

Oh it's such a
pleasure meeting you.

My name's Elizabeth Cooper.

My assistant was

a beautiful young nurse
named Elizabeth Cooper.

She had just come from England

and she was beautiful.

I wanted her and she knew it.

The desire

was mutual.

She had a gorgeous body

and she used it well.

She was insatiable.

Love was anytime and anywhere,

my office, my car.

- I'm pregnant.

She became pregnant,

three months pregnant she said.

I thought of her, of her
career, and of my own.

Stupidly, I offered her
money to have an abortion.

She was hurt, terribly hurt.

She wanted our child.

- This is our, our baby.

This is our love.

Do you wanna kill our baby?

She threw the money in my face

and walked out.

I never saw her again.

- You can take your
money and stuff it!

- I wanted to, I really did,

but I didn't.

And now, I'm tormenting myself

for something that
happened 19 years ago.

You know at Dolly's grave,
the name Cooper and the years,

made me wonder if

she might be our daughter.

I've got to know Mr. Hunt.

I've got to know what
really happened to them.

- I'll do what I can.

- Okay guys, one, two,

a one, two, three, four.

♪ You're so fine
and she's all mine

♪ She'll be ready
by eight or nine

♪ She's my baby

♪ She's my baby

- What do you want now?

Who's grave do you
wanna dig up this time?

- I was asked to find Bruce.

There's a possibility
the girl's still alive

and he's the only one
that knows for sure.

Come on, I already know you've
paid your debt to society.

I'm giving you $1,000 here.

Maybe you can buy
a little publicity

for your band.

- Yeah right, what places
are gonna book the guy

that kidnapped a little girl?

Spare me the bullshit.

Come on, we can't talk here.

Yeah, I'm gonna
help your old man,

but for my own reasons

and I've been thinking
about all the time

I spent in prison while he was

out enjoying himself.

Yep, Bruce knew I was
in the slammer man,

he used to send me some
money every Christmas.

I gotta admit it wasn't
much, but it helped.

I bought a guitar
with that money.

Believe me, I had a lot
of time to practice.

- Did he ever mention the girl?

- Bruce wasn't into
letters man, just cash.

- Detroit.

Windsor.

Buffalo.

Last three are from Toronto,
what do you make of it?

- Well it doesn't take
a genius to figure out

that he's moving around
and wound up in Toronto.

Well what do
you think he's doing there?

- What do I look
like? His mother?

I told you before, he
was a butcher, wasn't he?

Maybe he's in Toronto
beating his meat.

Take this man.

I never showed this to the cops,

maybe that's why he
never got caught.

- Where exactly was this taken?

- It was taken in
front of a scrapyard,

I thing it was kind of a front.

- You wouldn't happen to know

who these friends
are, would you?

- Come on man, that
was 10 years ago,

you gotta be kidding.

- One more question Vic.

Why would Bruce send you money?

- I think it's
because of the way

things went down.

I got caught, and he got away.

I guess he figured he'd
send me some money,

help me out.

He knew he owed me man.

- Does Bruce know
you're out of jail?

- No, he doesn't know.

My parole officer called
me about a month ago,

said there was some
cash there for me,

so he doesn't know.

- Good, can I borrow these?

- Keep 'em man, I
don't need anything

or anybody to remind me of
that jerk, including you.

You satisfied?

- Yeah.

Yours?

- Get out.

- Hi, how are you?

- Hi, I'm all right.

- Maybe you could help
me out with something.

Got a quick question, I wasn't
disturbing anything, was I?

- No.

- Have you ever seen this guy?

- Nope, never seen
him, what'd he do?

- What does it matter if
you've never seen him?

- It doesn't.

- Hey Bob, got a minute?

Listen, have you ever
seen this guy before?

- Which one?

- The guy on the left.

- No, not in the scribe game.

But you know, I
could swear I've seen

this guy someplace before,

down at the mall maybe.

Yeah, yeah that's it.

Reminds me of the shoe shine guy

that works down at the
mall on the promenade,

you know, down by the river.

- Promenade, huh?

- Yeah.

- Good, thanks a lot.

- No problem.

- What's that?

No, no, no I'll be
there I promise okay?

I'll be there.

No I'll be there, look
I gotta go all right?

I promise you I'll
be there, okay bye.

- Jack, someone's
been looking for

that strange friend
of yours, you know,

the shoe shine guy.

- Bruce?

Was he a cop?

- I dunno, but he had a
photograph of him too.

- Okay, thanks a lot.

- Yeah.

Yeah I got it.

Mary hope and the...

Yeah, okay.

- Damn.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

- Bruce,

the cops are onto you.

Stay where you are.

We've sent someone
out to get you.

His name is Ron Hunt.

Don't panic.

Hey kid, come here.

- Yeah?

- Listen, I want you
to do me a favor.

See that guy over there?

- Yeah.

- The guy running the
shoe shine stands.

- Yeah.

- Okay, I want you
to give this to him.

Don't talk to him,
just drop it off to him

and take off, okay?

- Okay.

- Just wait a second,
I wanna give you

something for trouble.

Here's a [mumbles], buy
yourself a chocolate.

- Thanks.

- Hey!

- You Bruce?

- Yeah.

- The boss sent me to help
you out of some trouble.

Come on, let's go.

- Wait, how the hell
do I know who you are?

- The name's Ron Hunt.

Didn't anyone tell you?

- Maybe.

- Well come on, what
are you waiting for?

- Well let me get
my shit together.

Yeah?

Oh Jack--

- Listen, listen to me.

A guy was here and
he was asking...

No, will you listen?

- Oh our friends
took care of it.

Yeah.

Thanks a lot.

- Where is the son of a bitch?

- I don't know.

See if you see him?

- Get all of them together.

I talked to them this morning

and we got 10,000 bucks
for us to pick up,

now where the hell is he?

- What do you want me
to say to you Mike?

- What's that other guy's
name at the scrapyard?

- Something like Jack,
something like [mumbles].

- You got a number?

- Yeah I got a number,
and I got a [mumbles].

- All right, just what
the hell is going on?

Look, I wanna get
one thing straight,

I got no problem with the law.

I ain't had no problem
with the law in 10 years.

- You mean since you
kidnapped a little girl?

- Oh shit, I--

- Shut up.

You see someone's been
flashing your picture

all over town and asking
too many questions.

He looks like a cop.

So we've been doing a
little digging of our own.

We found out about the girl.

The police probably
found out too.

You know your buddy Vic Morieta?

Remember Vic?

Doing time up at Kingston?

I think the cops want you
for suspicion of homicide.

You know Bruce, took
a lot of hard work

to organize the network
we got going here.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

- What the hell do
you want me to do?

- We can't afford to
have a child killer

working for us Bruce,

real bad for business, a
lot of nasty headlines.

- Look, I am not a child killer.

It's all a big god damn mistake.

- Are you saying
our source is wrong?

- What I'm saying is I
did not kill that child.

- Really?

What'd you do with her then?

Leave her in a convent?

- She's alive.

She's still alive.

- We're listening.

- It's like I told you.

This joker was around
here looking for Bruce,

asking a lotta questions.

I told Bruce about it right away

and he said that everything
was under control.

He said that you guys were
gonna take care of him.

- We didn't, but we will
as soon as we find him.

Now shit here,
where does he live?

- And speak up a little
bit because I'm starting

to get mad if you
know what I mean.

- He's in an old city
building just east of here.

- Where exactly does
the son of a bitch live?

- She lives with me.

You know, I couldn't
kill that innocent kid.

When I heard that her
mother had killed herself,

I didn't know what
the hell to do,

I made up a story.

I told her that we kidnapped her

because I was her father.

But I couldn't drag
a little girl around.

I told her...

I told her that her
mother had left me,

that she wouldn't even
allow me to visit her

or see her.

I told her that I
loved her so much

that I missed her, that
I wanted her for myself.

- She believed you?

- She was just a kid.

Well she cried for
a couple of days,

but what could she do?

Hey, she was just a kid.

Well...

What do you want to do with me?

'Cause if you take me out,

somebody's gotta take
care of that little girl.

Somebody's got to.

- What are you talking about?

No one's gonna get hurt.

I was sent to help
you, not to kill you.

You've done all right
by us over the last

couple of years, we'll
take care of you Bruce,

don't you worry about that.

You got any money stashed away?

- A little, not much.

I've got enough maybe, but look,

I got no ID, I gotta have
papers, I need transportation.

- Don't worry about it,
we'll look after that.

Finish up.

- I'll get that.

Hey Bruce, put 20
on the leagues.

- I'm not taking
no more damn bets,

I've got bigger
business than that.

- Asshole.

Does
anyone know where we are?

Give me the paper.

- [mumbles] because I don't
like taking any chances.

- Neither do I.

This is a hell...

Just what do you
think you're doing?

- Giant fool, I don't give
a god damn about any one,

son of a bitch.

You're gonna be
real quiet now aren't you?

- Who is this man father?

- I don't know darling.

I don't know.

But I'm damn sure
gonna find out.

Private I, I might have known.

- Why would a private
I be looking for us?

- You know darling,
these are the bad people.

They wanna take your
father away from you.

- Maybe...

Maybe my mother
sent him to find me?

Where are we going?

- I don't know!

I don't know, don't
ask so many questions.

- Well I want to go home.

I want to go home to my mother.

- Shut up!

Shut up for God's sake, shut up!

There is no mother,
you have no mother.

There's just me, me,
me, you understand me?

- Why don't you
tell her the truth?

- You want the truth?

- No, daddy.

Dad, dad you're gonna kill him.

Daddy, please, please
don't kill him.

Okay?

Don't kill him daddy.

- He'd kill us if
he had a chance.

Darling,

I know this is hard
for you to understand

but I'm doing this
for your sake.

- I don't want
anybody to die daddy.

- One word rent-a-cop,
one god damn word,

and I'll put this where
the sun don't shine.

You dumb ass cop, took
me for an idiot huh?

Well you got some
things figured out.

You figured out a few but you
didn't figure out everything.

Oh yeah, yeah, I'm a bookie,

much more than you'll
make in your lifetime,

but I don't work for
no [mumbles] Canadian,

I work for the mob,

the mob out of Detroit.

They're real bad.

When I saw your Canadian IDs
and your Canadian plates,

I knew something was wrong.

I knew something
was god damn wrong.

I'll talk to you later cop,

but right now I've
gotta get over

and see my friends
so they don't get

the wrong idea.

Dolly?

Dolly?

I'll be back in an hour.

Just, just stay quiet,
don't talk to him.

He's full of lies and
he wants to hurt you.

Dolly, whatever happens,

I want you to know that your
father's always loved you.

- Dolly, you've gotta
come here and untie me.

Dolly, I know everything
about you and your mother.

- My mother?

Did my mother send
you to find me?

- Your mother's dead Dolly,
she's been dead nine years.

Your real father
hired me to find you,

he wants me to bring
you back to him.

- I, I...

I don't understand you.

My father is not my real father?

- Dolly if he was, would
he treat you like this?

Would a real father
confine someone he loved

in a basement?

Dolly, when was the last
time he let you outside?

When was the last
time you talked to

someone your own age
or went to a movie?

When was the last time
you walked in the sun?

- Well he lets me out sometimes

and I play in the scrapyard,

and he only locks me
up when he goes out.

It's for my own safety, you see,

there are bad people after me.

- They're after him!

Not you!

He keeps you in
here so you can't

tell anyone about
the kidnapping.

- Please be honest with me,

please tell me who
you really are.

- Dolly, I'll tell
you everything later,

we don't have the
time right now.

Bruce will kill me
when he gets back.

- How do you know
my mother's dead?

- See that paper?

Look at it Dolly.

Look at it!

That's a newspaper article
from nine years ago

announcing the death of your
mother, Elizabeth Cooper.

She killed herself after
Bruce took you away from her.

- Hello? Jack?

What the hell is going on?

This guy is a cop!

- I know, I tried to tell you.

- Look I am in deep shit.

- Well that's not all, the
boys from Detroit were here

and they're mad.

No, I sent them
over to your place.

- Fine, just make damn
sure they're there.

All right Jack.

- My mother...

She's dead?

- Dolly, I'm sorry,
I'm afraid so.

She thought you were dead,

so she took her own
life after she buried

your coffin in the cemetery.

- What are you talking about?

What coffin?

You better explain
yourself to me mister

if you want me to help you.

- Okay, all right, but
I'll have to make it brief.

Nine years ago, you and
your mother were destitute.

You had no place to go.

- You wouldn't lie
to me would you sir?

- Dolly why would I lie to you?

Listen, I've told
you everything,

now pull yourself together.

We've gotta get outta here.

- What do you want me to do?

- You've gotta untie me
before Bruce gets back

and then I'll take you
away from all this.

I'll take you to
your real father

and Miss Bloor.

- Miss Bloor?

- Thanks Dolly.

Hurry up.

[door creaks]

- Who in the hell are you?

- The name's Hunt, I'm
a private investigator.

- Oh yeah?

Why you looking for Bruce?

- An old kidnapping case.

About nine years ago,
he took this girl

from her mother for ransom.

Her father hired me to
find her, that's all.

- So wise guy,

how much do you know?

- Not much, just that
Bruce is a bookie.

I'm not interested in him.

- Where's the son
of a bitch now?

- I don't know.

About 20 minutes ago he
stuffed a lot of cash

into a bag and took off.

- Tie the girl.

- Nice and easy or my
friend's gonna shoot you.

Nice and easy.

That a girl.

I don't want to hurt you.

Shut up or my friend
is gonna shoot you.

It's clear.

- We'll get back to you.

- Damn am I glad
to see you guys.

Look I got something...

- You stupid piece of shit.

This scumbag doesn't
even have a gun.

- Don't worry about it.

Let's go.

Listen, I want you
to put this on.

It's not very warm out there.

There, are you all right?

Okay, let's go.

- Hey, couldn't wait huh?

- We said wait and
now look what we see?

- I got a better idea.

- Get 'em.

- Come here, come here.

- Come on guys, let the girl go.

She's got nothing to do with
it, she's completely innocent.

- Oh she is, is she?

Do you want me to
check her out boss?

- Why do you talk
so much, just do it.

- All right, come on, move.

Come on.

- Try and untie me.

- Die fucker!

- Oh my god.

- You goofed.

So I bet you could
use that drink now.

- Vicky!

Get us out of here, those thugs

are gonna change their
mind and come back here

and check on us.

- So Ron, do I have
exclusive rights

to your story or what?

- Hurry up Vicky, this is
no time to horse around.

- Don't worry, I
called the cops,

they'll be here any minute.

- See now look at us you
stupid piece of shit,

you stupid idiot,
you're an idiot.

Look at yourself, I'm
gonna be doing time

and when I get out,
I'm gonna bust you.

- God, now I know
how a sardine feels.

Hey, get the girl.

Oh God am I glad to see you.

Don't get me wrong
Vicky please don't,

what are you doing here?

- You're a hell of
a detective Ron,

but I'm a hell of a newswoman

and you smelled
like a big story.

So I've been following you
ever since you left my office.

I knew something big
was gonna happen,

and now I'm here to collect.

Who's the jungle girl?

- This Vicky, is Dolly Cooper.

She is your story.

- Oh.

- You're going to do
time, I'm making you...

I feel like killing you, you.

I feel it, that's what
I feel like doing,

I feel like killing you!

- Mr. Hunt, as a detective,
you are [mumbles].

Here--

- Oh come on.

- No, our appreciation
for what you've done

for my daughter and for me.

And as they say, our
house is your house.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Miss Bloor, I
was wondering if...

- Call me Sara.

- Okay Miss, I mean Sara, I
was wondering if we could...

- I think what my
father's trying to say is

he'd like you to join
us for lunch sometime.

- Yes.

Yes that's what I
was trying to say,

could we have lunch together?

- I'd be delighted.

- As for you, I'll
never forget you.

- Why don't you take
care of yourself, okay?

- Bye.

- Let's get going, I've
been waiting a month

for this story.

- Okay Vicky,
sharpen your pencil,

I want you to take
down every word

I'm about to tell you.

- This better be good.

- Oh don't worry, it will.

After all, we've got three
whole days and nights

ahead of us.

- Nights?

- Yeah.

Nights.

- I don't work nights.

- Who said anything about work?

- Think we're gonna get wet?

- Oh!

- Well I tried.

- That's for sure.

But Vicky, I've gotta warn you,

it is a strange story.