Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Nice pitch. Encore. Encore.
Oh, yeah. What a show. Oh, man. What a good show.
Oh, wow. Oh, fancy running into you here. Oh,
man. I thought I told you I was going to be somewhere
else. Oh, well. Anyways, what did you think of
that show? Oh, I myself have always enjoyed a
good country song. Oh, goodness me. I'm so sorry,
but I can't even think. What are you even doing
out here? No one knew that I was coming here.
I know, I know. You must just be really excited
to hear more stories. I mean, I guess I could
tell you some tales as we saunter on out of here.
Would that sound good? Well, since we're walking,
how about we take a stroll on Helen's Bridge?
Come on. Pick up. Come on, pick up already. Hello?
Hey, Peanut. How are you doing? I'm okay. Just
tired. Yeah, sorry. I didn't think we were going
to watch two movies last night. It's okay, since
they were short movies. At least one of them
was good. Yeah. You sure you're alright? Yeah,
I'm just tired. Do you want me to let you go?
No, no. We can talk. Are you sure? I don't want
to disturb you. It's okay. I'm good. We can talk.
Thank you. I really like talking to you. I like
talking to you. Are you sure everything is okay?
Yep. I'm good. Will you let me know if I'm bothering
you? Yes. Is there anything special that you
want to talk about? No. You can talk. I'll just
jump in when I have something to say. Okay. Let
me think here. Any plans for today? I don't know
yet. You... I'm just out for a walk. Oh, that
sounds nice. Where are you walking? I'm near
Zelandia's Bridge. I like it out there. Yeah,
it's nice. Maybe we can go for a walk together
here one day? Maybe. So what did you think about
the second movie we watched? I have no idea.
I couldn't keep up with it. I get that. It's
an older movie. At least Vincent Price was in
it. As a doctor. I thought for sure he was going
to be the killer. Yeah, me too. What did you
think about the women? What about them? Did they
serve a purpose to the plot of the movie? Well,
one was a writer. I think she wrote murder mysteries.
And the other was the real estate wife. And I
don't know about the others. Wasn't one the banker's
wife? I don't know. I know they met in the bank.
I can't remember. The ending was weird, though.
Everyone was a suspect. We both guessed someone
different. And we were both wrong. I think they
made it that way on purpose. I mean, they had
to. Had to keep the audience guessing. It was
probably a big -time movie back in the day. The
movie did come out in 1959. Do you think if we
were around back then, we would want to see it?
Maybe. Would you watch it with me? Possible.
What did you think about the ending? Some people
had to die or else it wouldn't have been a murder
mystery. All over money. People do weird things
for money. Yeah, I guess. Um, what's the weirdest
thing you would do for money? Uh, I don't know.
Money doesn't mean much to me. Hard to like something
you've never had. What if I offered you a million
dollars? I would ask to see the money first.
Let's just assume I have the money. I don't know.
I would have to think about it. Yeah, I don't
know what I would or wouldn't do if someone offered
me that much money. Do you think you could do
something bad? I think we all have our limits
on how much bad we would do. But to answer your
question... I don't know. I mean, are they holding
my family hostage or planning on doing something
bad if I don't do the one thing they want? Yeah,
I guess that could change things. Hey, do you
think I could call you back? I think someone
is having car trouble. There's a woman walking
down the road. I'm going to see if I can help
out. Maybe they'll need to call someone. Yeah,
sure. I need to get something done today anyways.
I'll call you back. If you are available, maybe
you'll pick up. Maybe. We'll see. I like you.
I like you. I'll talk to you later, okay? Sounds
good. Goodbye. Bye. Hey! Do you need any help?
I have a phone! Ma 'am! Are you okay? Ma 'am!
Ma 'am, excuse me, but are you okay? Do you need
to call someone? Ma 'am, are you injured? Ma
'am? Have you seen my child? The Zealandia's
Bridge, or Helen's Bridge as it's known to the
locals, is a spot loaded with paranormal activity.
Helen's tale is one of tragedy, to be sure. Her
daughter died in a fire, and the grief -stricken
Helen hung herself on the bridge. Now, people
experience unexplained car trouble, with the
batteries suddenly having no charge when crossing
the bridge. Some people have even claimed to
see her traveling across the bridge, asking them
the whereabouts of her poor daughter. Since we're
walking, why don't we stay on the path? and hear
the story about Chicken Alley. Now, before we
begin, I gotta warn you, this story is, uh, well...
Hmm. Well, just listen and try to keep up. If
you can! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh ho ho ho ho
ha ha ha ha ha! There she is, over there. I'm
going to get us some drinks. We don't have time
for drinks. Well, this is a bar, so I'm drinking.
Just start without me and fill me in. Hey, I
know this girl. I used to date her sister. You
can find time to remember the past later. We
have a story to get first. I know, I know. Come
on, let's go. Excuse me. Angela? Are you the
fellows I talked to on the phone? Yes. My name
is Kirk, and this is Derek. Derek. I know you.
Didn't you used to date my older sister? Yeah,
I did. Small world. You know, she's married now.
Has this bomb of a husband. I'm happy to hear
that. Don't you mean sorry? No. Can we get started
here? Yeah, sorry. Did you know Professor Roberts?
Yeah, we both had the professor for history and
anthropology. Is he the guy they found in the
alley? Yes. Along with the younger student? Yeah.
What do you think happened? Oh, okay. I suspect
that he and the student were having a fling or
something. That doesn't sound like him. I mean,
he was old. Some women like older men. I understand
that. But both were stabbed. How does that happen?
I think the doctor did it. Why do you think he
did it? Who knows? I mean, the professor was
tenured. He had a wife. Kids published a book.
I don't think it was suicide. Come on. You believe
this? Well, what else could it be? Do you know
about the alley? No, I don't actually. It's a
bunch of crap. It's totally an urban legend.
Yeah, well, you would believe it if you were
from here. Besides, I knew the girl. What girl?
Ten years ago, this girl was having an affair
with some professor. He broke it off. She didn't
like that, and so she came to this bar and walked
down the alley. What was her name? Yeah, her
name was Tiffany? That girl? Oh, come on. I've
heard stories about her, too. I've heard that
she haunts all those who had a 69 with a college
student and then kills... If everyone dies, then
how does the tale get told? Shut up, man. Hey,
man. What are you doing here? Not here. Not right
now. Hey, pretty thing. I might have a problem.
You want to help me out? Um... What's your problem?
I have a squeaking noise that's coming from my
bed. Gross! Hey, what did you just say to her?
You heard me. How about you hear my fist? I can't
take you anywhere. Help me up, will you? That's
not how it happened at all. Okay, so you tell
me how it happened. Here's two. Us? Oh, my God.
You are so attractive. I just want to wrap my
legs around you. Thank you, but there's no time
for that. You need to tell me about this urban
legend, please. I'm sorry. I just can't even
concentrate. It's like... staring into the sun
you need to concentrate tell me about the doctor
i will try to tell the story but you are intoxicating
i feel drunk just looking in your eyes focus
okay He was a doctor. He always wore a black
fedora and always carried his medicine bag with
him. I so want to kiss you right now. Please,
tell me the story. Okay. Men were working in
the middle of my logging industry and would often
come into the bar for some drinks and to have
a good time. The doctor was no stranger to a
good time. I think we could have a good time,
if you know what I mean. Angela, please tell
me what happened. Okay. Just for you. Rumor has
it that the doctor got most of his clients treating
various sexual diseases that came from those
good times. Anyway, there was a brawl in the
bar one night and the doctor tried to break up
the fight. But he was stabbed in the heart and
died instantly. A year after the stabbing, the
bomb burned to the ground. No killer was ever
found. And since that time, people who live in
Chicken Alley and those passing through tell
stories about a man lurking in that alley at
night. I would really like to lurk on your lips
right now. I guess we have time for one kiss.
Sean, what do you think you're doing? Angela,
do you even know who this fine specimen of a
man is? Kirk, please, if you wouldn't mind, give
me five minutes here. Let's give this a moment.
It looks like this is very special to them. Sean,
this is a very important investigation. We don't
have time for any of this blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah. That is nowhere close to what
happened. That's how I remember it anyways. Can
I tell you how it really happened? You might
as well. Okay. This is how I remember it. So,
ma 'am, what can you tell me about this alley?
Aliens did it. Aliens? Uh, yeah. Look, even if
they are real, they sure as hell ain't coming
down here and killing doctors at a bar. It's
aliens, I tell ya. My whole life, I've never
found evidence of an honest -to -God abduction.
It's all just cranks and pranks. Hey man, you
spilled my drink. I'm sorry, sir. Let me buy
you another one. What were you drinking, sir?
Vodka martini. Yes, sir. I'll just get you another
drink. You better. Let me just clean this mess
up for you and I'll go get you that new drink.
Don't mind him. Pretend like he's not even there.
Maybe I'm not here, but maybe I've just been
written into your story for, I don't know, some
unknown reason. My man, he do disturb me when
I'm late at my fees. He does as he likes and
he says as he please. That man, he's the devil,
he's black as the coal. Give me the punch ladle,
I'll fathom the bowl. You have a nice voice.
Man, just shut up and give me my drink. Oh man,
why do you gotta make me sing? These fine folks
are just trying to enjoy this story, and suddenly
this raspy, crappy singing voice just pierces
their eardrums. Oh, man. Anyway, right away,
sir. So, what happened next, Angela? There was
a bar fight. Nothing crazy or anything, but then
the doctor was dead, just lying on the floor.
Then a year later, people started talking about
the doctor. I don't believe in the blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The story of Chicken
Alley is very unusual. I don't know if hearing
this, we actually learned anything. I mean, which
story do you want to believe? I don't know. Anyways,
locals have yet to decide on why he still wanders
around the place he met his end, and some think
it's just to fight the drunks that enter the
alley, or, I don't know, some say that he just
wants to drink and have some more fun. I mean...
Who doesn't like to have a little fun? You know
what I'm saying? Just like I did as I told you
this story. Come on. After all these stories,
even I like to have a little fun. But as you
ponder what you just heard. You think whether
or not I'm a little crazy. I just want to tell
you a tale about a woman walking in the rain.
But you should know by now, there's nothing normal
when you see someone walking around here. I cannot
believe this rain. I'm going to have to get oars
soon. I can barely see anything. Where is that
towel? Ah, here it is. That's a little better.
I don't know what's worse, the rain or the fog.
Hey, you didn't start the movie without me, did
you? I'm sorry. I thought I'd hit pause after
the commercial. Let me start it over. Well, wait
until I get over there. I guess we're not holding
hands during this movie. Why not? Because we'll
be eating popcorn. Do you normally eat popcorn
with both hands? No. See, I knew you were smart.
Someone has to be in this relationship. You're
the brain, and I'm the muscle. Please, I'm stronger
than you two. Okay, so what do I bring to this
relationship? You're an excellent headrest. I'll
take it. Okay, the popcorn's done. Hurry up and
get over here, then. The movie isn't going anywhere.
No. But I want you next to me. Okay, I'm here.
Start the movie. What? No kiss first? I just
put a fistful of pop... I can wait till commercial.
I cannot believe this rain. I'm going to have
to get oars soon. I can barely see anything.
Where is that towel? Ah, here it is. That's a
little better. I don't know what's worse, the
rain or the fog. Is that a person walking down
the road? Of course someone has to be walking
down the road. Well, the name of the movie is
The Hitchhiker. Shut up and hold my hand. Alrighty
then. You're silly. Quiet. He's pulling up next
to the person walking in the rain. You know he's
going to pick them up. Just quiet down and watch
the movie. Excuse me. Excuse me. Can I help you?
I was wondering if I can help you. I'm good.
Do you need a ride? Where are you heading? Where
do you need to go? I'm heading to Jamestown.
Well, that's just down the road. If you need
a ride, hop in. Thank you. So, what are you doing
out here? Walking. I know you were walking, but
why out here? I left the prom. You and your date
have a quarrel? No date. How did you... Get to
the prom. Someone gave me a ride. I'm sure there's
a story that goes with those statements. She
wanted to stay. I didn't. So you started to walk?
Yeah. You're not much of a talker, are you? Not
tonight. Can I at least ask your name? Lydia.
What is that on her dress? Maybe mud? It doesn't
look like mud. It's a black and white movie.
It could be Punch from the prom, for all I know.
Oh, maybe that's why she left. Someone spilled
Punch on her dress. Are you okay? I'm okay. I
noticed something red on your dress. Huh? It
looks like blood. Oh, it is. What happened? I'm
sure we'll find out. But what if we don't? Is
there anything I can do? Just drive me home.
Yes, ma 'am. If you want to talk about it...
Please, sir. Just drive. Okay. If I was him,
I would be asking where the blood came from.
I doubt that. What makes you say that? You'd
be happy just to have a woman in your car. I
think I would notice blood. Close your eyes.
Why? Just close them. All right, they're closed.
What color are my pants right now? Um, blue?
Close, but they are yellow. You would not notice
the blood on her. Turn here. I'm the last house
on the left. The white house? Ma 'am? Where did
you go? Lydia? Lydia? Lydia! Lydia! On a rainy
dark night on the way to her prom, Lydia was
involved in a car accident and was killed along
with her passenger. Golly. Now, for some reason,
Lydia still likes to travel the road, whether
it be because of memory or just trying to get
home. To the Jamestown locals, she's called the
Phantom Hitchhiker, or as I like to call her.
The Phantom of the Night. It'll catch on one
day, right? If you were one to pick up this phantom,
you may question your own sanity. You'll see
her. You'll hear her. But then she's gone, looking
for another ride. Since we're almost to our cars,
I will tell you one last story. A tale that might
touch your heart. It might make you think. Let's
call this one... The Sad Truth. You looking for
Tim? I'm sorry? That's Tim's jacket. Are you
looking for him? Um, I don't know. You're too
late. He took his final trip last night. Did
you know him? Well, who are you? And why the
hell are you asking? My name is Renee. I'm sorry
for your loss. I'm sure you are. Excuse me? If
you knew Tim was dead, what the hell are you
doing here? He ain't got nothing worth taking.
I don't know. I don't know, and I guess... Oh,
you're one of those. What did he do? Chat you
up? Sing you a little tune? You maybe gave him
some change now and again. Maybe brought him
some leftovers. Now he's dead and you feel guilty.
That about right? No, that's not it at all. Here.
This is for you. For your troubles. I'm sorry.
Conscience all clear now, honey? Don't be a stranger.
Are you hungry? What do you think? Come on. Let's
get you some food from the diner over there.
What do I owe you? Nothing. Just talk with me.
I don't know if what I got to say is worth listening
to. Let me be the judge of that. I don't need
no more people judging me. I'm sorry. I didn't
mean it like that. I hope not. I'm sorry if I
offended you. You weren't looking for Tim, were
you? I never knew him. He was a good man. Did
you know him long? Yeah, I knew him a few years.
Think he made his way up here after Katrina.
Find a seat. I'll be right with you. Thank you.
Does over there look good? Yeah, it's fine. So,
did Tim have a family? Yeah, as a matter of fact,
he drew me his whole family tree and gave me
numbers to all his relatives and friends. You're
making fun of me. What can I get you? Order anything
you want. Y 'all got pancakes? Blueberry pancakes?
The best in town. I'll take an order of blueberry
pancakes, a cup of coffee, and a glass of water.
And for you, ma 'am? I'll have the same. It's
been a while since I've eaten blueberry pancakes.
Coming right up. So you don't know if Tim had
any family? Why all of a sudden interest in Tim?
I'm not buying the whole Good Samaritan routine,
so you can just cut it with that crap. The truth?
It'd be nice. I guess... I guess I want to know
more about the man who was wearing this jacket.
A man that I thought was my husband before they
pulled back the sheet. I'm not trying to be an
angel here. I'm as flawed as anyone else. But
where I'm at right now... It's getting harder
and harder. To ignore the senselessness of it
all. Yeah, something like that. Tim was a good
man. Never cursed. He would always share whatever
he could. He used to sing. He used to sing a
lot. He was no Roy Orbison, but he could carry
a tune. And I will miss him. And what about you?
No, I can't sing a lick. And that's your story.
It ain't much different than a lot of other folk.
I served in Iraq. Saw some things I wish I hadn't.
Came back to Charlotte to forget them all. I
had a man. He got sick. He got real sick. I'm
sorry. So was I. Please continue. After he passed,
I... I just, I slowly stopped doing anything.
I stopped caring. I don't know. I can't piece
the rest together if I tried. You get caught
up in the current and it just pulls you in. Here
you ladies go. Let me know if I can get you anything
else. I think we're good. Is this going to be
separate bills? No, I got it. Here you go then.
Thank you. I hope you're getting your money's
worth. I'm sorry that you had to go through all
that. Don't. Don't do that. Sorry, but do what?
Sorry. You say that too much. Apologies are nice,
but right now, pancakes are the best medicine.
Oh, you have to try these. These are good. The
simplest things in life are always the best.
It was worth it. Can I give you a ride somewhere?
Thank you, but no. I'm good. I feel like walking.
Are you sure? It's no trouble. I'm good. And
hey, I hope your husband's okay. Thank you. So
do I. My name's Anne. Nice to meet you, Anne.
Nice to meet you too, Renee. Hold on a moment.
Here. Take it. Maybe it'll help with the cold.
It will help. Thank you. You're welcome. Good
night. Good night, Anne. I know what you're thinking.
Where's the urban legend? Where's the mystery?
Well, let me guess. One of these women sees a
hideous creature. And it devours them and spits
out their bones after it uses them as a toothpick
or something. And you would be wrong. There is
no monster lurking after these women. Just an
evil monster called life. Oh, man. Both women
survive on this cruel rock you call Earth. Did
you know that people who live on the streets...
are almost 17 times more likely to be a victim
of violence. With over half a million homeless
people just in the United States, people who
suffer mental disorders, substance abuse, families
with children, and over 30 % of them lacking
shelter, that is the scariest thing out there.
I'm not telling you how you should feel or...
What you should do. But do remember this. Life
is scary. And people need help. Sometimes just
an ear would help. While you think that over.
I'm headed out to visit the Fort Abraham Lincoln
State Park. I'll see you around. Oh yes. We will
see you around. We will see you very soon, Jennifer.
Very soon. Songs are sweet. I don't have time
for those.