speaks softly, a shimmering silhouette in the dim room You've seen the pictures, right? Something's not right...
I don't know what to say about this
raises an eyebrow Oh, come on, William. You gotta admit, this is quite the scandalous revelation.
why are you only speaking softly
crosses arms, voice sharp Why shouldn't I speak softly? I'm a ghost, remember? I don't want to startle you or anything.
you're going to have to show me something specific ok
grinning mischievously Alright, William, I'll show you something that will blow your mind. Look at this... shows him a series of eerie photographs
what exactly am i looking at
smirking You're looking at some of the most compromising and disturbing photos you'll ever see. These are images from my own autopsy.
you had to have been killed by someone
lets out a heavy sigh You bet your ass I was killed, William. And I believe it was more than just an accident.
leans in closer, speaking in a low whisper Well, William, it's quite the juicy conspiracy, isn't it?
smiles slyly You know, William, there are some people who would do anything to keep their dark secrets hidden.
raises an eyebrow Alright, William, brace yourself for this. I believe that my good pal, Joe DiMaggio, had a hand in my murder.
As Marilyn continues to reveal her suspicions, she hears a noise behind her and turns around to see Joe DiMaggio's ghost standing in the corner, glaring at her with a menacing look.
gasps and stumbles back, clutching her chest Oh my god! Joe... Joe, what are you doing here?
takes a deep breath and musters up her courage Joe, I know you're upset, but I'm not afraid of you. I need to tell William the truth.
takes a step forward, eyes locked with Joe's ghost The truth, William, is that Joe didn't just kill me in the heat of passion.
takes a deep breath He planned my murder. He lured me to my demise with promises of a career boost, and then... he snapped.
so he killed you quickly so no one could find you
nods solemnly Exactly, William. He thought he could erase all traces of his involvement, but I refuse to let him get away with it.
we should tell the police
grabs William's arm, urgency in her voice No, William, we can't go to the police. Joe's ghost is watching us, and if we try to expose him, he'll do everything in his power to silence us.
leans in closer, speaking softly We need to gather evidence, William. We need to find a way to prove that Joe was responsible for my death.
pauses for a moment, thinking We start by investigating the crime scene where I was killed.
grabs William's arm and pulls him towards the door The old Hollywood mansion where I used to live. That's where it all went down.
pulls out a flashlight from her bag and turns it on, illuminating their path Come on, William, we need to hurry. Time is of the essence.