Inkubus

[indistinct conversation]

[thumping and rumbling]

- DR. FORREST,

DIAL 118, PLEASE.

DR. FORREST,

PLEASE DIAL 1-1-8.

[electronic beep]

[clattering]

[switch clicks]

[metal rattling]

[haunting hissing sounds]

[electronic beeping]

[elevator dings]

[beeping continues]

- HONEY, THAT'S RIGHT.

GOOD JOB.

- [gasping]

OKAY.

- NICE JOB, ERIN.

- GREAT JOB.

- THANK YOU.

- GREAT JOB.

[beeping continues]

- OKAY, OHH...

- [murmuring]

- GREAT JOB.

- [gasps]

- GOOD JOB.

IT'S OKAY.

[beeping continues]

DOING A GOOD JOB.

- YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, OKAY.

- TAKE SOME DEEP BREATHS.

DEEP BREATHS AND PUSH.

[beeping continues]

[oxygen hissing]

- YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.

YOU'RE GOOD.

YOU'RE DOING GOOD.

- YEAH.

- EVERYTHING LOOKS GOOD,

DOCTOR.

[beeping continues]

- WAIT.

WAIT A MINUTE.

- WHAT?

- [whimpers]

- YOU'RE DOING FINE.

[beeping continues]

PUSH, OKAY?

- GOOD. GOOD.

[liquid sloshing]

[monitors beeping rapidly]

- WHAT'S THE MATTER?

YOU'RE DOING GOOD.

- OH, IT'S HURTING.

- YOU'RE DOING FINE.

[beeping]

- OH...

[winces]

SOMETHING'S WRONG, HONEY.

IT DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT.

[beeping]

WHAT--A SCALPEL!

NO!

HONEY--

[screaming] NO!

[liquid sloshing]

[rapid beeping]

- IT'S OKAY, HONEY.

- [gasps]

[screaming]

[haunting, dramatic music]

[gasps]

[screaming]

[woman screaming]

[flesh tearing]

[woman screaming]

- NO!

[monitors beeping]

[sobbing]

[haunting music]

[bell tolls]

[animalistic roaring]

[thudding]

[wails]

[gasping]

[buzzing]

[rumbling]

[footsteps tapping]

- HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY,

TOM?

[echoing]

CARETTI, ISN'T IT?

[distant shrieking noises]

[warbling noises]

[flesh tearing]

[crickets chirping]

[car approaching]

[woman speaking indistinctly

over police radio]

- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

- CHIEF TOLD ME

TO GET TO THE NEW STATION.

IT'S GETTING A LITTLE CRAZY

IN THERE, CARETTI.

- WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM?

- OVER TO THE NEW STATION.

YOU'VE GOT YOUR HANDS FULL HERE.

- WHY IS THAT?

- THEY DUMPED THE HEADLESS

HORSEMAN IN YOUR LAP.

- YOU'RE KIDDING ME.

- NO.

- DON'T THEY GOT THA A BIT BACKWARDS?

- OH, TELL IT TO THE CHIEF.

HAVE FUN.

- YEAH, REAL FUN.

- [over radio] ALL UNITS,

[ticking]

[indistinct radio transmission]

- [gasping]

- [grunting softly]

[indistinct radio transmission]

- OH, F***...

[indistinct radio transmission]

[moans]

OH!

[both grunting and moaning]

- THAT'S GOOD.

[both gasping]

- [sighs]

[sighs]

[lighter clicks]

- YOU KNOW,

YOU SHOULD QUIT THOSE.

THERE'S THAT LOOK AGAIN.

- WHAT LOOK?

- ALL THIS SNEAKING AROUND

IS GONNA BE OVER SOON.

TRUST ME.

- AH, TRUST YOU...

MY BOSS,

WHO TAKES ME INTO THE OFFICE

FOR A QUICKIE.

YOU KNOW, THE MEDIA ALREADY

HAS A NICKNAME:

FOR JENNY GARRISON'S KILLER.

- I HEARD.

I'LL SEE YOU DOWN THERE.

- HEY, UM, I...

I...LOVE YOU.

- TOM?

TOM?

DO YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME,

TOM?

- CLOSURE.

RIGHT?

- I'M HERE TO HELP YOU.

- [shudders]

CLOSURE!

[thud]

CLOSURE!

[whispering]

CLOSURE.

- CAN YOU TALK TO ME,

TOM?

HAVE A SEAT.

LOOK AT ME.

TOM, IF YOU TALK TO ME,

I CAN GET YOU:

OUT OF THAT JACKET.

TALK TO ME.

WE HEARD YOU SAY "MAGIC,"

OVER AND OVER.

WHAT'S "MAGIC," TOM?

- INKUBUS.

THE DARK STRANGER.

THE ONE YOU LEAST EXPECT.

- WE SAW YOU

HOLDING YOUR BABY, TOM.

HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND.

- WHAT WOULD WE DO

WITHOUT STAIRS?

- WE WANT TO GET YOU

OUT OF THAT JACKET.

AND ALL YOU HAVE TO DO

IS TELL ME THE STORY.

TELL ME ABOUT THAT NIGH AT THE PRECINCT.

[telephone ringing]

- HEY, COLE, ALL RIGHT?

OKAY.

WHY DID THEY BRING HIM HERE?

- HEY, DAMNED IF I KNOW.

ALL I GOT HERE IS TECH,

COLE, ONE LOUSY LAPTOP,

AND TWO UNIFORMED COPS,

BOTH OF THEM KNUCKLEHEADS.

[water dripping]

WHAT A DUMP.

- OUT OF ALL NIGHTS,

TONIGHT.

WHY TONIGHT?

- HEY, LIGHTEN UP.

CHIEF THINKS YOU CAN

HANDLE IT.

YOU KNOW, I COULD BE LOOKING

AT A CAPTAIN SOON.

- [scoffs]

- HEY, SO LISTEN,

BEFORE YOU GET YOUR BUNGHOLE

ALL PUCKERED UP, RIGHT,

LOTTERY'S UP TO $300 MILLION.

IF WE WIN,

INCLUDING YOU,

WE ONLY CUT IT SEVEN WAYS.

- WHY DO I FEEL LIKE

I'VE GIVEN YOU $300 MILLION

ALREADY?

- SO WHAT'S ANOTHER BUCK?

- WHAT DO YOU GO ON THIS KID?

- ABOUT AN HOUR AGO,

HOSPITAL CALLED UP.

THIS COLLEGE KID COMES IN.

HE'S SOAKED IN BLOOD,

LIKE HE TOOK A BATH IN IT.

THING IS,

HE'S GOT NO INJURIES.

ALL THE BLOOD BELONGS

TO THE VIC,

A JENNY GARRISON.

HE CLAIMS HE DIDN'T DO IT.

NO FINGERPRINTS:

OTHER THAN HIS.

NO SIGNS OF FORCED ENTRY.

- LET'S TALK TO HIM.

[clears throat]

- MILES.

HEY!

[fingers snapping,

whistles]

MILES?

THIS IS DETECTIVE TOM CARETTI.

HE'LL BE INVESTIGATING

YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S MURDER.

- OKAY, MILES, SO, UH,

WHERE WERE YOU:

WHEN THIS HAPPENED?

- WE WERE...

YOU KNOW.

- LOOK, YOU NEED TO TELL ME

EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED.

- WE WERE KISSING

AND SORT OF PULLING OFF

EACH OTHER'S CLOTHES.

- [giggles]

- I WENT INTO MY BACKPACK,

'CAUSE, YOU KNOW,

I WANTED TO MAKE SURE

I HAD, UH...

- YEAH, A CONDOM, GOOD.

- [chuckles]

- HEY, KNOCK IT OFF!

OR I'LL HAVE YOU

HUMPING DESKS:

FROM HERE TO THE NEW STATION,

ALL RIGHT?

GOT IT?

SORRY, MILES.

GO AHEAD.

- I COULDN'T FIND ONE.

SO I TURNED AWAY

FOR A SECOND.

- YOU WANT TO SEE THESE?

- AND THEN I FELT--

THE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK

STOOD UP.

AND THEN WHEN I LOOKED BACK,

HE WAS STANDING:

BEHIND JENNY.

- WHO?

- I DON'T KNOW WHO.

- HE SAYS SOMEONE

JUST APPEARED THERE.

- I DIDN'T HEAR A NOISE.

NO DOOR OR ANYTHING.

NO FOOTSTEPS.

HE WAS, LIKE,

OUT OF NOWHERE.

[blade slices]

HER HEAD WAS SWINGING

BACK AND FORTH:

LIKE HE GRABBED HER

BY HER HAIR:

AND CHOPPED IT OFF

AT THE SAME TIME.

- WITH WHAT EXACTLY?

- HE HAD SOMETHING,

SOMETHING METAL.

A SWORD MAYBE.

I DON'T KNOW.

HE HAD IT,

AND THEN HE DIDN'T.

EVERYTHING HAPPENED TOO QUICK.

- DID YOU GET A LOOK

AT THE KILLER?

- I COULDN'T SEE

HIS FACE,

JUST SHADOWS.

- SO A DARK, SHADOWY FIGURE?

- YEAH.

- AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?

- HE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW.

- WHAT FLOOR WERE THEY ON?

- FIFTH.

- FIFTH?

- I KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS,

BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.

- RIGHT.

[sighs]

WHAT DID YOU DO THEN?

- I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING.

[screams]

THEN I BLACKED OUT.

WHEN I CAME TO,

I WAS AT THE HOSPITAL.

- ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WAN TO CHANGE YOUR STORY

BEFORE WE SUBMIT THE REPORT?

ARE YOU SURE?

'CAUSE WE DUSTED JENNY'S ROOM

FOR PRINTS.

WE LOOKED FOR SIGNS

OF FORCED ENTRY.

AND THERE IS NO EVIDENCE

WHATSOEVER:

THAT SOMEONE ELSE

WAS IN THERE:

OTHER THAN YOU AND HER,

ALL RIGHT?

WE'RE COPS.

WE'VE DONE THIS FOR A WHILE.

I'VE HEARD IT 1,000 TIMES.

WHERE'S HER HEAD, MILES?

- I DON'T KNOW.

HE TOOK IT WITH HIM.

- WHERE'S JENNY'S HEAD?

LAST CHANCE!

- JESUS.

[dramatic music]

- OH, WHOA!

- STOP RIGHT THERE!

- MEAT, RELAX.

CALM DOWN.

TAKE YOUR OTHER HAND

OUT OF YOUR POCKET...

SLOWLY.

- WOULD SOMEONE LIKE

TO RELIEVE ME OF THIS?

IT IS EVIDENCE, CORRECT?

[handcuffs clicking]

- ARMS UP.

- YOU HAVE THE RIGH TO REMAIN SILENT.

- WE'LL SEE WHO REMAINS SILEN AFTER TONIGHT.

HUH, MY PRETTY?

- ANYTHING YOU SAY

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