Demon Knight Page #2

You're kiddin'? That

old hunk of junk? Yeah.

Right out of the diner

parking lot.

Sheriff and Deputy Dipshit

showed up too.

Damn, you look sweet.

Thank you, honey.

You know, I've been looking

forward to this all week.

That makes two of us. Hey, what

are those panties you got on there?

I got the cherry flavor.

Are those edible panties?

You know I want pieces

of panty in my salad later.

Oh, Roach,

you're so dirty!

Why don't you set the basket

by the steps, Wally.

She's gonna be needing

clean sheets soon enough.

Your boy did the right thing.

You should be...

That about covers it. We'll let

you know if we hear anything.

Sheriff, you there?

Go ahead, Mavis.

I just got a call from Irene at the mission

about that fellow you're looking for.

Let's go, Sheriff.

Get in.

He's really holding on tonight,

isn't he?

Okay.

So what were you in for?

I'm not passing judgment.

Stealin'. 'Kay?

- Good evening, Irene. Where is he?

- That's him, in the dining room.

Excuse me, mister. We'd like to have a word

with you about the fender bender on the highway.

Sheriff, you better

watch it. He's armed.

Told you.

- Drop the guns, or I'll kill her.

- Don't!

- I said, drop your goddamn guns.

- He won't do it.

- The hell I won't.

- I know this man, and he will not do it.

Drop the knife.

Drop the goddamn knife!

Her blood's on your head,

a**hole.

Spread 'em!

Well, well, well.

Mr. Brayker.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance.

- You lyin' son of a b*tch.

Said his name was Smith.

Call it in, Bob.

I believe you'll find what

I'm looking for in there.

What's he got

to do with this?

- I'm... I work for a collection agency.

- It's empty.

Really.

That can't be.

Well, I guess that means

it's somewhere in the house.

- Keep him away from me!

- Shut up!

Where is it? I don't know

what you're talking about.

Maybe it's up in his room.

What you guys looking for?

- What the hell are we looking for anyway?

- A piece of antiquity.

A relic...

in the shape of a key.

- Bob!

- Yeah?

Search his room.

It's number five.

Come on, give it to me.

Come on.

Give it to me.

Come on. Ahh!

Come on.

Crank me up.

Come on. Ahh! God! Is that good?

- Freeze!

- Ohh!

Jesus Christ, Bob,

you son of a b*tch!

Turn it off! Turn it off! I'm sorry.

Oh! My nipples are smoking!

Get your clothes on.

Now!

Good work, Mavis.

Looky, looky.

I didn't find anything

in the perp's room...

...but I sure found something

in the room down the hall.

Thanks, Mavis.

Sorry to drag you down here,

but we'll sort this thing out...

...and then you can get back

to your business.

I am assuming it was

personal business, Cordelia.

Actually, Sheriff...

...it was kind of like

a tune up and lube job.

Shut up, Bob! I don't

want to hear about it.

You know how it is when you get

your car... I don't want to hear it.

Shut up, Bob.

This Brayker fella's

getting more interesting.

According to the computer, Frank

Brayker died over five years ago.

Who the hell are you?

What's your name?

Maybe if you cool your heels in a jail

cell, you'll be a little more chatty.

Come on, Bob.

Help me get him to the car.

I'd appreciate getting back

what he stole from me.

That way I can

get on my way...

...and you can give this lowlife

what he deserves.

Why don't you tell us

where you put it?

You make it easy for me,

I'll make it easy for you.

- Mind you, you're off to a pretty bad start.

- I know where it is!

It just occurred to me. I watched

him stash it and didn't even know it.

Willy, no!

Relax!

I'm sorry, mister.

I'd like you

to put it inside.

Look what he's done.

He's put somethin' awful inside.

Would you mind dumping that out

before you place it inside?

Sure.

No, don't do it.

He's not what he says he is.

He's just...

Just pop that lid.

I'll take that, Willy.

Bob, escort Mr. Brayker, or

whatever his name is, out to the car.

Sheriff, I am much obliged for

your assistance in apprehending...

Don't bother.

You're coming with us.

See, both those cars

were stolen.

We're going down to the station and

we're going to sort this sh*t out.

Sheriff, you're making

a big mistake.

It won't be for the first time.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

The man said,

if you knew who I was...

We'll find out soon enough.

Why wait?

Give me the keys!

Give me the goddamn keys!

Ah, come on!

Get off me!

Ahhh!

Sh*t!

Heads up!

Ahhh!

Humans! You're not worth

the flesh you're printed on!

F*** this cowboy sh*t!

You f***in', hodunk Podunk,

well, then, motherfuckers!

All you had to do was give me

the goddamn key!

Then we could get on

with our lives.

All right, this property...

...is hereby... Condemned.

Sh*t!

What is that?

Oh, my God!

Sh*t!

Ahhh!

Oh, great. What the hell

happened with the lights?

They're gone.

Everybody, back!

Where do you suppose

they went?

What's that smell?

Aaaaah!

Ahhh!

Let's get out of here!

There's more of them!

No, shoot 'em.

Go out the back door. Come

on. Hurry up. Hurry up.

Oh, that is disgusting.

What the hell is that sh*t?

Sh*t!

I don't see them. Do you see them? No.

Where the f*** did they go?

Cordelia, stay away

from the door!

You see what I mean? We can make it

to my truck. No, I don't think so.

Listen! You can stay here and die

if you want to. I sure as sh*t ain't.

Roach, be smart for once.

Cordelia!

Roach, wait.

Just come on, would ya?

Ahhhh!

Cordelia, I'm coming!

I'm sorry.

Give me that gun!

Hey, f***-face!

Get the eyes!

Get the eyes!

Oh, Wally.

Wally. Oh, God.

Need a hand?

Give me the key, Brayker.

For cryin' out loud!

Wally? Wally,

please don't die.

Wally?

Oh!

Cordelia!

Brayker, what the hell are those

things? Demons or something?

Worse. Demons. That's sweet.

That's just f***in' sweet!

And they want to kill us

because of you?

Who's going to protect us?

You?

Deputy Bob? Or the headless

horsemen? We'll be all right.

Just stay inside and stay together. We

just have to make it through the night.

And that stuff's

gonna keep them out?

There are only two things

we can use against them.

- The blood in this key.

- It's blood?

And anything that destroys their

eyes. Frees their tortured souls.

- This is crazy!

- Deal with it!

You deal with it.

They got no quarrel with us.

They just want you

and that thing you're carrying.

I say we give it to them. I

say they'll kill you anyway.

Or possess you. Or use you

to get to the rest of us.

Like it or not,

we stick together.

- My cat's outside. I gotta get my cat.

- You go out, you stay out.

Is that so?

What are you gonna do?

Shoot us?

Right in the eyes.

Stay down here.

I'm going to seal

the upstairs.

- Damn it!

- What are you doing up here?

I thought I told you

to stay downstairs.

Damn!

I thought you might

need help.

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry about your cat.

And before, with the knife,

I wasn't gonna hurt you.

I knew you weren't. I just

had a feeling about you.

Can I ask you something?

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