DC Showcase: The Spectre

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Mornin', Mr. Brenner.

Enjoyed your latest picture?

Thank you, Deandre.

When most people

think of L.A.,

they think of the bright lights

and glamour in Hollywood.

But those lights

cast dark shadows.

Shadows that hide even

darker secrets.

My name is Corrigan,

I'm a cop.

And I have a few secrets

of my own.

No, I didn't see anyone suspicious.

Stay in the area now,

we have sealed the crime scene.

Yes sir, no sign of explosives.

We're running a trace of the residues.

You weren't assigned to this case,

Corrigan.

What gives?

Don't worry Brice,

I won't take credit.

Got a call from a friend.

Jim!

Thank God you're here.

They killed my father,

Jim.

- They killed him.

- We'll find out who did this.

Can you think of anyone

who would want your father dead?

Dad had as many enemies

as he did fans.

Everybody was jealous of him.

- Did you see anything...

- Flemming.

I've been in Mr. Brenner's employ

for over 20 years.

- You didn't answer my question.

- See anything?

Besides the terrible aftermath,

no.

I believe the security camera

caught something.

Brenner have any enemies?

As many as any successful man.

Any reason altercations come to mind?

There were set long-time collaborators

that Mr. Brenner...

...did not use on his latest film.

They were quite upset.

I'm gonna need some names.

Who is there?

I said who's there?!

Didn't expect to see

me again, did you, Flynn?

You're dead.

- We killed...

- Killed me?

All because you got

cut out of a job.

That was worth my life?

Who are you?!

I am vengeance.

I am The Spectre.

This is impossible!

In the land beyond the living,

all things are possible.

No!

Please!

Corrigan!

Get you ass in here!

Just what do you think

you're doing, Corrigan?

Working a case, Captain.

You know, my job.

The Brenner murder

isn't your case...

just because you had

a thing with his daughter.

It's Detective Brice's.

How about you looking to

whoever's knocking-off our suspects?

Come again?

One of Hollywood's top

special effects guys...

was found squashed like a freakin' bug

this morning.

And he was on Brice's

suspect list.

I'll look into it.

And then you should tell Brice

to work faster.

- Peter McCoy.

- What the hell?!

Only a guilty man flees,

Peter McCoy.

Get away from me!

As you wish. But you will

never escape your fate.

No!

Jim.

- I'm so glad you came.

- What's going on, Amy?

Just this.

We always had something,

didn't we?

Once upon a time,

maybe.

Run away with me, Jim.

We through anywhere.

Be together.

like this, forever.

You're good kid.

Your daddy shoulda let you

star in his movies.

- What do you mean?

- You're not going anywhere, baby.

Your father's death

was an inside job.

Wasn't just a lucky guess

when the killers punched in the...

security code,

you gave it to 'em.

The real connection

is the money.

All them bills.

Should be easy to trace

under your account.

Jim, I'm rich now.

You'll love me.

We can be together.

No dice.

I coulda given you

the world.

I left this world

a long time ago.

You can't kill

a dead man.

The guilty must be punished

for their crimes.

Sometimes...

there isn't a hell of a lot of satisfaction

in my job.

It's hard watching talented,

beautiful people...

throw their lives away

for nothing.

But this is a town

where fame and fortune...

too easily bring out the worst

in people.

When that happens,

I'm here to avenge.

As my secret...

I am The Spectre.

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