The Tape Dedicated to Maren

I wasn't quite sure where to post this, so I decided to post it here. this is a full transcript of the tape Frank left for Maren from the movie Bones and All. I hope somebody finds this useful!!

                                Tape Transcript.

I’ve got some things to say. And then…I want you to make sure this, uh..this tape is good and destroyed. Don’t keep it. This has got my voice on it.

You’re not going to see me again, Maren. I can’t.. Help you anymore. I can’t do anything else, either. Call the cops or whatever somebody might do in my place. 

So I gotta leave you to figure it out for yourself… Like your mother did. 

I’m sorry. You know what I mean now. I don't know much…how much of what I’m gonna say you’ll remember. Yeah, never was sure. But just in case, I’ll tell you everything I know.

          First time was when you were three. I had a sitter for you then, her name was Penny. When I came in, she was on the bathroom floor.

There was…so much blood.

Her face was chewed up bad, but the worst of it was her neck. She must’ve been holding you when you started in on her. Her hands, all chewed up, I…

I thought you were dead too. That somebody had done you both, 

but… you were sleepin’. 

When I turned you over, I saw blood on your mouth. You had something in your cheek. I fished it out, it was soft… like a wad of gum. It had a little hole in it, where an earring would go.

I remember thinking, Thank God she hadn’t been wearing any..

you could’ve choked.

I got the body out, I bleached the place three times, and then I packed us up and left. 

They never found where I put her.

That was the last time I used our real last name.

Now you know why.

          Nothin’ happened for a few years, I relaxed. 

You had to start school and I thought… I thought you wouldn’t do it in public,
and you didn’t.

But you got clever,

So fucking clever.

        The next few, I didn’t see.

A boy went missin’ at a camp you went to. I shouldn’t have let you go.

But you wanted to. 

It was just a week.

You were eight.

When that boy went missin’, I knew…this is who you are.

I never thought “what” you are.

I don’t know if I loved you the way a father should, but I…I didn’t hate you.

You…

You ate them.

I believed you had to. I don’t know why.

They found his pup tent pitched in the heavy woods, all bloody inside.

Luke, somethin’ Vanderbilt.

They ruled it a homicide, I…I never heard. 

Vanderwall, or somethin’ like that.

I watched after to see…if you looked sad, and you didn’t.

That was the beginnin’ of sayin’ no to things. 

Now you know why for that, too.
 

I haven’t thought much beyond this tape. I can’t. 

I don’t know what’s going to happen to you, or what should happen to you.

I wake up nights sick to death,
Wondering and… hoping.

Hoping that whatever troubles you, is over. And that, if there is a God in Heaven, that you’re just a regular girl, 

With…regular problems, and regular pain, and that you stop wanting things you shouldn’t want, Maren.

And that your heart has a chance.