Plot
Horror master Ulli Lommel is back with a terrifying tale of a copycat killer in Los Angeles. A young rookie cop and his team discover dismembered female bodies in L.A. similar to the Black Dahlia cold case from 1947. A serial killer seems to be copying the brutal massacre of 1940s Hollywood starlet Betty Short - The Black Dahlia. Ultimately his investigation leads him to a frightening lair of death and torture, all part of a terrifying fantasy that the killer is trying to bring to life.
Keywords: 1940s, abandoned-prison, alcoholic-cop, based-on-true-events, beretta, black-and-white-flashback, black-dahlia, black-woman, blood, blood
"The Black Dahlia" was a nickname given to Elizabeth Short (July 29, 1924 – January 15, 1947), an American woman who was the victim of a gruesome and much-publicized murder. Short acquired the moniker posthumously by newspapers in the habit of nicknaming crimes they found particularly colorful. Short was found mutilated, her body sliced in half at the waist, on January 15, 1947, in Leimert Park, Los Angeles, California. Short's unsolved murder has been the source of widespread speculation, leading to many suspects, along with several books and film adaptations of the story.
Elizabeth Short was born in greater Boston, Massachusetts; she grew up and lived in Medford. She was the third of five daughters of Cleo Short and Phoebe Mae Sawyer. Her father built miniature golf courses until the 1929 stock market crash, in which he lost much of the family's assets. In 1930, he parked his car on a bridge and vanished, leading some to believe he had committed suicide. Short's mother moved the family to a small apartment in Medford, and found work as a bookkeeper. It was not until later that Short would discover her father was alive and was living in California.
Hardcase
Fistful of brass
Double barrelled pistons and a tank full of gas
He's a heavyweight
Enforcer inside
Like a man in the chair he's gonna go for a ride
Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown
Against lightning
The wind from his sails
Takes on a man who's harder than a coffin nail
Priceless, the look on his face
If you look real close you can see the expiration date
Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown
Black Dahlia's in my head
Black Dahlia's in.. my head
Black Dahlia's in my head
Black Dahlia's in.. my head
Ice veined
Thousand yard stare
Breaking a man is like hunting for bear
And I'm loaded
Setting the trap
Tighten the noose
And bust a rat with my sap
Break him
Take him down
Squeeze him, watch him drown
Black Dahlia's in my head
Black Dahlia's in.. my head
Black Dahlia's in my head
Black Dahlia's in.. my head
Black Dahlia's in.. my head
Confession's good for the soul
Black Dahlia's in.. my head
You have no interest in the past
Where you came from
Where you're going to
There's a cliche in your eye
File the edges down
Soon be underground
There's nothing here for you under the sun
There's nothing new to do, it's all been done
So put your faith in another place
Never seem to get away from this
It's all falling into an abyss
So put your foot on the pedal boy
All you know is secondhand
The bullet passed through the cage inside you
You stole the only thing you love
I want to taste naked fixation oh
I am so hell bent I should kill her
I should wound her I'll wax tha'
Bitch, who I'm talking to who I'm
Sleeping with who I'm smokin with
I was afraid to unlock the door
Like a velvet tear like a moonlit
Sky I cant find it in my home I
Cant find it in my heart you told
Me don't worry love,
I loved you, you made me hate me
You gave me hate, see it saved me and these tears are deadly
You feel that? I rip back every time you tried to steal that
You feel bad? You feel sad? I'm sorry, hell no, fuck that
It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife
This strife it dies, this life and these lies
And these lungs have sung this song for too long
And it's true I hurt too remember I loved you
And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
I've been abused, I feel so used because of you
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
I wish I could I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you
And told you that I loved you every time I fucked you
The future that we both drew and all the shit we've been through
Obsessed with the thought of you the pain just grew and grew
How could you do this to me? Look at what I made for you
It never was enough and the world is what I gave to you
I used to be love struck, now I'm just fucked up
Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts
And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest
And your tears are dried up now, you just lay without a sound
Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest
And my fears are over now, I can leave with my head down
And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
I?m sorry, I?m sorry, I?m sorry
I?m sorry, I?m sorry, I?m sorry
Starve for there's no lack of money
Thrown every coin in the well
Fired for a speech, an impertinent lecture
Jumped 30 stories to tell
Save up for life in the fast lane
You put your Mercedes for sale
Spent too much time in glamorous states
Woke up in your living hell
While you wait
Its ready for you
It's a bad time
What you've aske me to do
Superstition
And the mirror you broke
All of these feelings are simple
Search for a mid 801s Buick
12 minutes South Santa Fe
Talked of the Celtics mixed up Tom Collins
Never has nothing to say
Wakes up high soide to an ashtray
Behind an abandoned hotel
Starved for some luck
And more starved for attention
Late for your own funeral
"In this concubine of countless nights
Reach for fullfillment and release
Cut down to size under the shades of anger, pity and confusion
Orange luminescent pain
Suck it up and suck it in kid
Superstitious and judicious
Consequences are profound in litigation
In the letting out
As we turn in a circle
Look are at yourself
You could've been aborted