[projector whirring]
[dramatic electronic music]
[computer beeps]
- J I have shed off J
J All of my skin J
J To let go of J
J My inhibitions J
J What you see is what you get J
J I am exposed J
J I am stripped J
J I'm stripped J
J Emotions worn on a sleeve J
J Run only skin deep J
J Stripped J
J I have shed off J
J All of my skin J
J To let go of J
J My inhibitions J
J No facades J
J Or pretenses J
J I am exposed J
J I am stripped J
[thunder crashes]
[siren wails]
[indistinct conversation]
[electronic chime]
- Hmm.
[monkey shatters]
Hey.
There you go.
Hey, you.
[smooches]
Hey.
[laptop rings]
[ringing continues]
[chuckles]
What are you doing?
[knock on door]
[knocking continues]
[sighs]
- [British accent] Hello, there.
I'm, uh, your new upstairs neighbor,
and tonight I'm having a, well, a "welcome me" party.
- I can't.
- There is gonna be champagne.
And there's cookies.
I baked cookies!
- Okay, bye-
[smooches]
[laptop chimes]
[chuckles]
[foreboding music]
[cell phone beeps]
[dialing]
[phone line ringing]
[woman speaking Thai]
[answering machine beeps]
Hey, Emilie, it's Lucy.
Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing,
or if you even gave me the right number.
Just call me back, okay?
[laptop chimes]
[laptop rings]
[static blares]
[gasps]
[echoing laughter]
[static blares]
[laptop slams]
[cell phone chimes]
[cell phone clatters]
- [chatters]
[footsteps approaching]
[lock clicks]
- Sorry for disturbing you earlier.
- That's okay.
Thanks.
- You missed a hell of a party.
Well, not really.
Good night.
- Wait, uh...
Do you want to come in?
- Ah, it's late and all.
- No, please.
- Are you sure?
All right.
- [breathing heavily]
- Are you all right?
Is someone out there?
[door slams, footsteps echo]
It's not a boyfriend, is it?
[echo intensifies]
Well, I guess that wasn't him.
L-O-L.
When I'm nudging you, you should answer.
[taser buzzes]
[electricity crackles]
[footsteps in distance]
- [chattering softly]
[groans]
- Sorry about all that earlier.
[laptop beeps]
It was just meant to be a bit of harmless role-play.
But you do have to admit,
you did make it harder than it needed to be.
Mm.
Wow.
A monkey.
Can I hold him?
Yeah?
[monkey screeches]
Aw, hey there.
I don't think he likes me very much, does he?
[screeching continues]
Oh, you're a little cutie pie, ain't ya?
What's his name?
- Stitch.
Hello, Stitch.
Aw.
[smooches]
You're a cutie, ain't ya?
How rude of me.
You don't know my name.
I'm Russell, by the way.
- I don't need to know your name.
- Relax.
No one's who they say they are.
Online or off.
- What do you want?
- Nothing much, really.
Nothing you haven't already done.
I want you...
to take your clothes off.
And I'm gonna shoot you.
I must say,
you have a very sexy chat history, Lucy.
And so do your friends.
Who was it...
Lonely girl.
Now she was interesting.
And nearby.
- You can't just go through my computer.
- I can do whatever I want.
I mean, after all, I'm you.
[humming]
[groans]
[grunts]
[dingling]
- Go ahead.
If you want to leave, take them.
It's okay. Come on.
It's okay.
[glass shatters]
Look at me.
Next time, I'm gonna stop you with this.
You got that?
- [sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
- Get up.
Are you trying to upset me, huh?
[shouting] Is that what you want?
Now, you're gonna stand up and you get over there
and you act fucking sexy!
[slaps]
Please stand up!
Come.
Do you think I like this?
Huh'? Huh'?
Do you think I like this?
Eh'? Eh'?
Do you think I like this, hmm?
Look what you're making me do.
Eh'?
Do you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna out your fucking head off!
That's what I'm gonna fucking do!
Get up!
Get up, yeah.
Come on, that's better.
That's better.
Come on.
Don't do that. Don't do that.
All right, come closer.
Come on, come closer.
Come on. You're doing good.
- [crying] Please...
- Shh, Shh.
- Why are you doing this?
- Because I'm a freak
and an ugly piece of shit.
- Please, I didn't mean to say it.
- Of course you did.
They all do.
Come on.
Before Lonely girl starts asking the wrong type of questions.
[ominous music]
You can put your clothes back on.
You did good.
No, really. We're done.
It's okay, put them back on.
[camera shutter clicks]
[printer whirring]
[siren wailing]
[lively rock music]
[violin music plays]
- Whoa, there.
No shoes in the pool area.
- And you are? - The lifeguard.
Even more dangerous.
- [French accent] I know you.
Queen Semiramis.
Past life. Babylon.
Or was it Pellinki?
Oh, Marrakesh.
- That'll be 50 baht, please.
Pool fee.
- Um... I have, uh...
a half-melted chocolate bar
and one, two, three small coins,
so... knock yourself out.
- Hey, how about something to relieve the terminal ennui
of human existence?
- Good luck with that.
The rental office is which way?
- There's only one available room up there,
and you don't want it.
- Why not? - Bad karma.
- I'm used to it.
- Fearless. I like that.
- The spirits will protect you if you make offering.
- Do the spirits take Visa?
- Hey, I've got an extra bed.
Problem solved.
- Don't mind him.
He's a total slut, but a mental virgin.
Come on, I will show you around.
You're gonna love it here.
- [laughs]
[radio playing]
- This is Pigboy, our resident sleaze.
- [Speaking Thai]
- He wants to anger-bang me in the most awful way.
[Speaking Thai]
Be super nice and he might take a month off your rent.
Maybe two.
- [Speaking Thai]
[Speaking Thai]
- Here, everyone has a secret.
Or will.
Her name was Lucy.
She lived here only a few weeks.
Poor girl.
American, like you.
- [gasps]
- Thai people have a thing for ghosts.
They seem them everywhere,
especially the foreign ones.
I don't know why.
Maybe they just enjoy seeing us dead.
- What happened?
- To Lucy?
Someone she met online.
A typical freak.
- How many?
- Pardon? - Victims.
- Three, four.
Depends who you ask.
All of them headless.
I'm sure he's got the head mounted on a wall
where he goes to jerk off every night.
Sorry, I excel in bad taste.
I got this idea for a social networking site.
It's called Assbook.
You know, like Facebook, but just for dogs.
Only pictures of dog's asses.
- What else do you know about the American girl-
[screams]
- Are you okay?
- [chuckles]
Yeah. Shit.
- I think you just earned yourself
a couple of months free rent.
- I'll take it.
- You're so very badass.
[chuckles]
[sniffs]
[indistinct conversation]
- [Speaking Thai]
- I'm picking them up. I'm picking them up now.
I'm picking them up.
- [Speaking Thai]
- Just calm down.
- [Speaking Thai]
- Yes, I'm doing it. Please stop.
Stop! Stop!
Stop it! Stop it.
Didn't I say sorry?
You want money?
- [Speaking Thai]
- There. There's your money, okay?
- Oh, you really must try this.
Good, no?
- No. - [laughs]
I agree; it's violently awful.
[laughs]
Ugh.
You can always tell the Americans.
They smell like breath strips and hand sanitizer.
- That's harsh.
- Wait for it.
They want to see Thailand, but god forbid they touch it.
- You're kind of awesome.
- And you're kind of cute when you smile.
You should do it more often.
Except for right now.
- Hi, lady!
I have a massage.
Welcome to massage.
- Ignore guys like that.
- 10 baht, 10 baht, 10 baht.
- Don't speak. Don't stare. Don't smile.
Isn't that right, sweetie?
- I don't see you ignoring them.
- I'm a professional.
You're a scammer magnet. Big difference.
- Okay, okay. Just moment.
- Little trick you should know.
- That was amazing.
- Works every time.
Except the one time it didn't.
- Ow! Watch it, asshole!
Hey! Hey!
What the hell's your problem? You bumped into me.
I said what's your problem, asshole?
- What's my problem? - Yeah.
Help! - Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up.
- [screaming] - Shut up. Shut up!
Shut up.
I'm sorry.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's called a thousand-year-old egg.
But I think it's not so old.
- That is so disgusting.
But this...
is beautiful.
- You want it?
- No, no, no, no. - I want you to have it.
- No, no, no, it looks much better on you.
- So, why Bangkok?
- Excuse me?
- Of all places, why here?
- I decided to take a year off from grad school
and see the world's best places.
- Then what?
- Then onto a boring degree in animal husbandry.
- Somehow I think there's more to you than that.
- [breathing heavily]
- I made a promise to myself
that I was not going to do the expected.
- Like what?
- You know, the usual-
marriage, babies, death.
- How do you make your money?
Like, how do you pay your bills?
- As in, do I have a job?
[chuckles]
I'm an online friend.
- Sounds a bit porn-y.
- Can be.
Doesn't have to.
Sometimes a friend is just a friend.
[laughs]
It's called Cam to Cam.
You should check it out.
It's tons of fun.
Naughty or nice, you decide.
And, best of all, there's no contact of any kind.
No touching. No nasty STDs.
You can perform for money or just chat.
No pressure.
Sometimes I just play the violin.
Naked.
- I'm not the performer type.
[scoffs]
That's what they all say.
Come, then, the night awaits.
- I-I should go.
- Oh, no, princess. You need a drink.
- That obvious, huh?
. Hey, you! Stop!
[shouting in Thai]
Hey, you! Stop!
[shouts]
- [Speaking Thai]
[both speaking Thai]
[no audible dialogue]
[horn honks]
[woman screams]
[tires screech]
[upbeat dance music]
[indistinct conversation]
- [giggling]
Oh, my God, this guy was totally into you.
- No, he wasn't. You're so crazy.
- [chuckles]
He was watching you all the time.
- Thank you for showing me around.
I-I owe you.
- Nightcap?
- I have to unpack.
- Room 504, if you change your mind.
Bye.
- You know, there's a reason people like her
go for fresh meat like you.
Every night you go out on the piss, and for what?
You wake up after the clubbing,
the blow, the internet hookups.
You wake up and you realize none of it's real.
It's all just a dream.
And the worst part is, it's not even your dream.
It's the dream of whoever you said you were last night,
when everyone thought you were the shit.
You're back to being you.
And you fucking hate it.
I mean, that's why you came to Thailand in the first place,
right?
You came for that adrenaline boner
that only new blood can give.
And when it's gone again,
well... it's gone.
- You sound like a bunch of vampires.
- I wish.
Hey.
Just do yourself a favor-
- And do what?
- Watch yourself.
- Look, it's not like that with me.
She's just showing me around.
Good night.
[scoffs]
[lock turns, door creaks]
[gentle piano music]
- Oh, my God!
- I check to see everything okay.
Everything okay?
- What are you doing in my room?
- I thought you still out there with your lesbian girl.
- Get the fuck out of my room.
- Cool at night, I work then.
Too hot in day.
- Okay, just please, get out of my room.
- I fix your rail, and put new brace.
And I wouldn't lean on it.
- I won't.
- And, you see?
A new air-fan blade.
I put there.
Brand-new one.
- Great.
- I'm in my pager number.
You want it?
- Not today. Maybe-maybe tomorrow.
- Oh, okay. Okay.
Sleep happy-
- Yes.
[sighs]
[insects chirping]
- Allison, it's mom.
Where are you'?
Why didn't you return my calls'?
- Hey, Allie, this is Kevin.
Um... where are you'?
H's like 10:30 right now,
and We were supposed to meet-
- This is to notify you that We will be terminating
your service as-
[cell phone beeps]
[sighs]
[keys slacking]
[upbeat music plays]
[gasps] Oh, my God.
[chuckles]
Mm.
[laptop chimes]
[ominous music]
[laptop chimes]
[fireworks crackle, whistle]
Okay, whatever.
[computer beeping]
[clicking]
[ominous music]
[phone dialing]
[line ringing]
[woman speaking Thai]
[cell phone beeps]
- [crying] Please don't kill me.
Please leave me alone.
[Clicks]
Please leave me alone.
Go away!
Please leave me alone.
Crying
- Where's Merit'?
- She's up in her flat, being all weird and shit.
She basically told me to fuck off.
- Are you sure she's okay?
- [scoffs] In what way?
- I mean, you talked to her, right?
- That's kind what I'm saying, yeah.
Aw, you worried? - No.
No, it's just, with the whole online stalker thing...
- They got him. - What?
- Oh, yeah, Jade saw it on the news this morning.
Russell Adkins, his name was.
He was packing two hatchets and a Taser.
Sweet, huh?
- Where is he now?
- Why? You want to meet him?
- No, I'm just- I'm just curious.
- He's dead.
He kill himself when the police try to stop him.
- Disappointed?
- Why would you say that?
- I don't know, your expression, maybe?
- No, I'm just... glad he's in hell where he belongs.
I'll see you around.
Mam, are you home'?
Marit!
- [laughing]
[soft orchestral music]
- Rest in peace, Lucy.
[sighs]
[opera music plays]
[rattles]
[laptop chimes]
Oh, screw this.
Shit.
[laptop chimes]
Shit.
[sighs]
[knock on door]
Who is it?
- It's me, Mike.
- What's going on?
- You all right? - Yeah, why?
- You just didn't seem like yourself earlier.
- I don't think you know me well enough to make that call.
- I'm very intuitive.
Can I come in?
You'll find we're a pretty tight-knit group here.
We look out for each other.
Being so far away from home and all.
We like to get up in each other's shit.
But then, I guess you already knew that.
Ah, you come to appreciate it after a while.
We're like family.
If, by family, you mean a-
a wasps' nest.
- Did you know that Russell?
- Yeah. We all did. Why?
- Because you didn't think of mentioning it until now.
- [chuckles] He was a freak job.
But, then, you meet a lot of freak jobs
on a website like Cam to Cam.
- Freak jobs don't cut up their playmates.
- You'd be surprised.
Russell was like one of those hard-core-gamer types.
The ones that always have to be on level 10,
even when everyone else is playing on level 5.
Do you know what I mean?
So, what you up to later?
Oh, I'm sorry, did you have to be somewhere?
- I'm leaving tomorrow.
I'm going back home.
I need to let management know.
- Oh, wow. Sorry to hear that.
I thought you'd be here for at least a couple of weeks.
You know, I barely had a chance to say hi.
- Yeah, just a lot of family things, change of plans.
- Sucks.
But I'd wait till morning.
You definitely don't want to interrupt Pigboy
during cocktail hour.
- Good advice. Thank you.
- Well, seeing as it's your last night in Bangkok,
can I at least buy you a drink?
- I'm just really busy with packing...
- I've, uh, taken a hostage.
Kidding.
Geez.
Beggings more my thing, anyway.
Please, don't make me beg.
I promise you, it's not a pretty sight.
- I can't. I'm sorry.
- Coffee, then?
I'll have you back in half an hour,
and you'll know every sordid thing there is to know about me.
And more. Promise.
- Half an hour.
- It's one of those places
you really have to see before you die.
- Wow.
- It's called Wat Arun- Temple of Dawn.
It's best seen at dawn.
- Well, maybe next time.
- I really hope there is a next time.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Here we go again.
- Why do you take off your clothes for total strangers?
It can't just be about the money.
- Listen, Allie, you've got to understand something.
Anyone, the instant they log on to a social network,
any social network, it's like...
it's like they're standing naked
in the middle of Grand Central Station.
- Come on, that's a little bit of a stretch, don't you-
- There are eyes out there, Allie.
Thousands of them.
And they see everything.
You have no idea.
The world is watching,
and they're not all out to friend you.
You either control the game or it controls you.
There's no in between.
I'm just sorry your sister had to learn that the hard way.
- How did you know that?
- That Lucy was your sister?
Someone dropped it in my bucket this morning.
That, and a whole lot of other cool shit about you.
- You hacked me. You asshole!
- I could've, but I didn't.
The girl in the photo, in the tutu, that's your sister, right?
That's Lucy. - I'm out of here.
- Oh, come on, Allie, wait.
Come on, look, it turns out we have a whole lot in common.
- Stay away from me!
- Jesus, Allie, why are you running?
I'm not gonna hurt you. That was Russell's thing.
He was the sick, self-loathing psychopath.
- I mean it! - I'm the nice-
- I mean it.
- Okay, Allie.
Why don't you put that thing away?
Didn't you ever see the film about the guy
who got his hand trapped in the boulder?
It took him all bloody day to cut one arm off.
Okay. Okay. I'm stopped.
All right? I'm not going anywhere.
Better?
You came all this way to find out what happened.
Don't you still want to know?
- I know you're a bunch of bottom-feeders.
I know that some shit named Russell killed my sister,
and now he's dead.
Or is there more to it?
- Oh, come on.
You and I both know there's more to it than that.
If you knew you could find out what he did with Lucy's head,
you'd do anything, right?
Whatever it takes?
I mean, that's why you came to Bangkok, isn't it?
To make her whole again no matter what'?
Or did that tempting little piece of French ass
make you forget all about it?
Yeah, I thought so.
She has that effect on people.
I should know.
- Did you have something to do with-
- Lucy's death?
Yeah.
I just didn't know it at the time.
- What did you do, Michael?
- We all just... kind of...
lost our heads.
- What did you do?
- If you want to know the truth, all of it,
meet me there at dawn.
I know, right?
How poetic.
Temple of Dawn.
- Tell me now. - Can't.
I need the light of day.
You'll see why.
Dawn.
And no police.
Or all secrets...
stay buried forever.
[laptop chimes]
[upbeat dance music]
- Hi, Allie.
- Hi.
I was getting worried.
- I'm just into doing my own thing.
My own way-.
- Are you okay? - You know What I mean?
- Marit, what's wrong?
Mam'? - Do you think Pm hot'?
- Marit? - Most guys do.
- Marit, can you hear me?
- Girls too. - What the hell is going on?
- Especially girls.
- Marit, stop!
- What about you, Allie'?
Do you think Pm hot'?
- Shit.
- [coughing]
[coughing continues]
[coughs]
- Do you like me now'?
Come on, Allie.
Aren't you just a little bi-curious?
- [breathing heavily]
- I'm just into doing my own thing.
My own way-.
You know what I mean?
- No.
- Do you think Pm hot'?
- [breathing heavily]
[beads rattle]
- Who's there?
Who's there?
- What about you, Allie'?
Do you think Pm hot'?
[gasps]
[screams]
[sobs]
Get back!
Get off of me!
[pepper spray hisses]
- [screams]
- [screaming]
[Pigboy screaming, grunting]
[gasping]
[loud thud]
[footsteps running]
[panting]
Why did you do it?
Why did you kill her?
I'm gonna take your fucking head off, bitch!
Talk to me, or I swear I'll fucking kill you!
You set me up!
I've got nothing to lose.
Tell me why you did it!
Talk to me!
Yeah?
Yes?
- Yes.
[pipe thuds]
[pipe clatters]
- [gasps]
[coughing]
[groans]
[grunts]
[birds chirping]
[indistinct chanting in distance]
- Jesus, Allie, what happened?
- I came like you asked.
- Right.
Right, and that was good.
Listen, I-I-I've done some fucked up shit in my time,
but I'm not a killer.
You have to believe that.
- I don't know what to believe anymore.
- You came back.
You trusted me enough to come back, and that means something.
That matters.
- Give me what I asked for, Michael,
right now, or I swear to God
I'm going to the police.
- Y-you can't.
You won't.
- You know better than that.
. Okay"
Okay. What was I thinking?
That you'd be cool about this?
Jesus.
It all started off as a game.
A-a way of punking our clients.
Scare them into thinking they're gonna die.
It was just a bit of fun.
I mean, who really gives a shit, right?
Bunch of low-life farangs.
Thinking they can demand whatever the fuck they like
'cause this is Thailand, right?
And that's what naughty boys and girls do in Thailand.
Fuck that shit.
Fuck 'em all.
Your sister...
Lucy wasn't like that.
She was just curious.
- What happened?
- We'd seen her about.
She kept to herself, mostly, and-and we just thought we'd...
thought we'd play a bit of a head trick on her.
You know, frighten her a bit. But then...
fucking Russell.
Fucking Russell with his twisted...
Thank God he had the good sense to die when he did.
- Is Marit part of this game?
- You mean Emilie.
Emilie Tindermans.
That's her real name.
Or maybe it's just one of many.
She's the master bitch.
The brains behind everything.
Thinks we're all just her little tools, and we are.
We are.
You don't get that kind of a mind inside that kind of a body.
Not without making some serious pact with the devil.
She had me whipped, for sure.
But Russell...
she fucking destroyed him.
I mean, he was a head case to begin with.
He had this whole thing about women and rejection.
But Emilie...
she sent him right over the edge.
Now Jade, on the other hand,
she didn't so much want to fuck Emilie.
She wanted to be Emilie.
I'm sure you can appreciate how Emilie gets inside your head.
That's the real game for her-
total fucking domination.
- Is that why she was killed?
Because you guys got tired of the game?
- Nice try.
She texted me 15 minutes ago,
said you were on your way over here.
- Not possible. - She's not dead.
- I saw her body in her apartment
right before I put a hatchet blade through the super.
- You're lying. She's not fucking dead.
- Call her.
Go ahead, call her.
[dialing]
That girl at the pool. - Jade?
- She was there. - No, that makes no sense.
Jade worshipped Emilie. - Don't you understand?
The game is over, Michael.
You've been played, and you don't even know it.
- No, no. We're all in this together.
We're like family.
Jesus, I just listened to myself.
- We need to find her!
- You don't find Jade unless she wants to be found.
I've got get out.
I've got to get out of Thailand.
- You can bet your passport was frozen
the minute the cops came to the apartment.
- No. No, no, no.
This can't be happening.
Emilie, she had it all figured out.
We'd be out before the shit hit the fan.
She had us catching some random flight on your plastic.
It didn't matter where.
Fuck! Lam so beyond fucked!
- Don't you get it?
I came here for one reason-
to find out what happened to my sister.
And now I have blood on my hands, Michael!
So don't talk to me about being fucked!
- You. You have to help me.
I don't know what to do, you have to help me.
What do I do?
- Tell me where my sister's fucking head is!
- I can't do time-not here.
If you knew what went down in Thai prison-
- Michael, we're both doing time!
- No, that's not an option! - It depends on how long!
- I have to go home!
- I can be a friendly witness, Michael,
or I can be an extremely hostile one.
It is up to you!
- You just don't get it, do you?
You just don't know when to let go.
Like it even matters.
It's just a fucking head!
Who travels halfway around the world for a fucking head?
Fuck.
- Am I wasting my time or not?
- You want it.
You really want it.
Fine. It's your life.
I hate this place.
I hate it.
Brings out the fucking worst in me.
- Is this where Russell lived?
- It was abandoned.
No rent. No hassles.
His perfect little playhouse.
You coming?
Over here.
They said I couldn't keep a secret to save my life.
It's down there.
What you're looking for is down there.
- I don't see anything.
- It's there.
We need a-a plan, Allie.
So how do we make them believe
that I had nothing to do with it,
that I was just an innocent bystander?
How do we do that?
I need to know.
Okay, o-okay, well, let's think.
What about that exchange student, the American one,
the one with the sex case and the murder?
She got off, didn't she?
And it was looking pretty bad for her-
I mean, really fucking bad.
Except she did like four years.
Four years.
[muffled] No. Not me. I can't do that.
- [gasps]
- I can't do time.
I can't-not here. Allie.
Allie are you listening to me?
[muffled] I'm freaking out here.
Just stop for a second and listen to me!
No, I-I've got to go, actually.
I'm f-I'm feeling kind of sick all of a sudden.
[muffled] I'm not kidding, Allie.
I've got to get out of here.
What am I even doing here?
I've got to go home-now.
Right fucking now.
I can't do this.
Allie, I can't do this.
Allie. Allie!
[muffled] Listen to me!
Allie, listen to me!
Allie, I can't do this!
- [muffled screaming]
[coughing]
'Aah!
- J I have shed off J
J All of my skin J
J To let go of J
J My inhibitions J
J What you see is what you get J
J I am exposed J
J I am stripped J
- [screams]
[ax chopping]
- J I am worth all J
[chopping continues, fades]
J Of your respect J
[monitor beeping]
J And will never settle J
J For anything less J
- You're awake?
I need you to tell me what happened.
What were you doing at the river house?
Did you fall into the river,
or were you pushed'?
Do you remember who pulled you out?
- [weakly] Marit.
Emilie.
- Emilie Tindermans is dead.
We found her body last night,
along with the building manager.
Pigboy.
- Several witnesses saw you attack him.
We know about the others.
Russell Adkins, Michael Shanly,
Emilie Tindermans- they are all dead.
This we know.
We want to know why.
- Emilie.
Did you flag her passport?
- Why would I flag the passport of a dead woman?
[woman speaking Thai]
We have her body,
and we have the videos from her computer.
- She's not dead.
- They have been altered to make it seem that she is alive,
but we are not so easily fooled.
We will, of course, run prints
and a DNA test to be sure.
- You'll be too late.
You'll be... too late.
[footsteps approach]
- Excuse me.
Allison Westbrook?
- Yes.
- You have a good day.
- Dear Allie,
I hope this brings you some small measure of peace.
I will never understand why you sacrificed so much
for such a pointless thing,
and yet somehow, {love you ah' the more for it.
I will remember you, Allie,
in this life and in all my lives to come.
Yours forever, Charlotte.