Where is...
my golden arm?
You promised.
Take it.
Please take it.
Lachine police...
they never could figure out what happened.
But the good folks here
reburied Heather's body with that golden arm
just the way she wanted it.
And we put David's body in there next to her.
We simple folk around here.
Most folk didn't even get out of high school.
And everyone of us knows exactly where
that certain golden arm is buried...
just waiting for to take it.
But ain't nobody a fool enough to dig it up.