Inkubus Page #2

MAY BE USED AGAINST YOU

IN A COURT OF LAW.

YOU HAVE THE RIGH TO AN ATTORNEY!

- IF I CANNOT AFFORD

AN ATTORNEY.

ONE WILL BE APPOINTED FOR ME.

DO I UNDERSTAND?

WHY, YES, I DO.

- I CAN'T CUFF HIM.

HE'S GOT SOMETHING

ON HIS WRIST.

- HERE.

ALLOW ME.

[thudding]

- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

- CAREFUL NOW.

YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO, UH...

shing!

PUT YOUR EYE OUT.

- COLE, TAKE THAT.

MUDGE, BAG.

- HELLO, LOVE.

THIS ONE YOURS,

LIEUTENANT?

- HEY, PAL!

HOPE YOU ENJOY:

GROUP SHOWERS:

AND EATING MYSTERY MEA THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

- JUST AS LONG

AS THERE'S NO BONES.

I DON'T LIKE BONES

IN MY MEAT, MEAT.

- ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY,

JUST CALM DOWN.

TECH, WRITE HIM UP.

HAVE A SEAT.

MEAT, PAX, WHY DON'T YOU

TAKE MILES OVER THERE

AND PUT HIM:

IN THE HOLDING CELL?

- WHY?

- 'CAUSE YOU'RE COVERED

IN THE VICTIM'S BLOOD.

THAT'S WHY.

GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

- HE JUST WALKED IN HERE

WITH HER F***ING HEAD!

THIS IS BULLSHIT!

[clattering]

- SO WHY DON'T YOU RELAX?

IT'S GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT.

- INDEED IT IS.

WELL, LET'S GET TO IT THEN,

SHALL WE?

I'D LIKE TO MAKE

MY PHONE CALL.

- [sighs]

WHAT'S THE NUMBER?

- [shushes]

[line trilling]

IT'S RINGING.

[line trilling]

[telephone ringing]

[ringing continues]

- THIS IS GIL DIAMANTE.

- MR. DIAMANTE.

I'M CALLING YOU

FROM THE OLD POLICE STATION,

A PLACE YOU ONCE CALLED HOME.

I DON'T KNOW

IF YOU READ THE PAPERS,

BUT THEY'RE TEARING THE OLD GIRL

DOWN.

- WHO IS THIS?

- OHH...

I AM STUNNED:

YOU DON'T KNOW.

IT'S ME.

INKUBUS.

- INKUBUS IS DEAD.

- YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?

REMEMBER MY VAN.

REMEMBER?

I BROUGHT HER WITH ME.

- PUT A COP ON THE PHONE NOW.

- CAPTAIN DIAMANTE.

- WELL, I--I HAVEN' BEEN CALLED THAT IN A WHILE.

- IT'S TOM CARETTI

IN HOMICIDE.

YOU PROBABLY WOULDN' REMEMBER ME.

I WAS MOVING UP:

WHEN YOU WERE...

RETIRED.

- YOU MEAN WHEN

THEY CARTED ME OFF

TO THE CRACKER FACTORY,

DON'T YOU, TOM?

SORRY.

IT'S NOT LIKE

IT'S A BIG SECRET.

SO WHAT'S GOING ON

OVER THERE?

- WELL, WE GAVE THIS GUY

HIS PHONE CALL:

AND DIDN'T KNOW

WHAT HE WAS UP TO.

SORRY TO DISTURB YOU.

- NO BOTHER.

I'M PLENTY DISTURBED ALREADY.

LOOK, I'M GONNA CALL

MY CASEWORKER.

WE'LL BE OVER THERE

IN HALF AN HOUR.

- UH, OKAY.

- DETECTIVE,

I HAVE TO CAUTION YOU.

IF THERE'S EVEN

THE SLIGHTEST CHANCE

THAT THIS GUY:

IS THE REAL INKUBUS,

I ADVISE YOU TO KEEP YOUR

HANDS UP AND YOUR EYES OPEN,

IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

- SO GOOD TO HEAR HIS VOICE

AGAIN.

I DO MISS HIM.

- YOU'RE REALLY PUSHING IT.

HEY, MUDGE,

WE NEED THAT V.I.N. NUMBER.

LET'S GET OUT THERE

AND MOVE THE VAN INTO A LOT.

HEY, YOU GOT THIS GUY?

- I GOT IT.

[phone beeping]

[line trilling]

- DR. WINSTROM, PLEASE.

EMILY, IT'S GIL.

I NEED YOU TO COME OVER HERE

RIGHT AWAY:

AND PICK ME UP.

- I'D LIKE TO GET OUT OF THIS.

- CAN YOU PROMISE ME

THAT WE'LL HAVE

A CIVILIZED CONVERSATION?

- YES.

- GOOD.

- [inhales]

[sighs]

- OH!

- OH, MY GOD.

- [gagging]

- OH! OH!

- [coughing]

[gags]

[flies buzzing]

THIS SH*T DOESN'T HAPPEN

AROUND HERE.

IT'S LIKE WE'RE IN CLEVELAND.

OH, F***.

- NAME.

- YOU USED TO WEAR GLASSES,

THICK ONES.

BUT I DON'T SEE ANY EVIDENCE

OF CONTACT LENSES.

AH...AH.

LASIKS.

- NAME.

- EVER LOST SOMETHING

REALLY IMPORTANT,

JUST COULDN'T FIND IT?

AND WHEN YOU DID,

THERE IT WAS,

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT IT,

RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES.

- I'M ONLY INTERESTED

IN YOUR NAME.

- WELL, THEN, IF THAT'S ALL

YOU'RE INTERESTED IN...

INKUBUS.

- COLE, CALL THE GUYS

AND TELL THEM TO COME UP HERE.

- PAX, MEAT,

GET OUT HERE NOW.

BRING GLOVES AND BAGS.

- F***...

JESUS.

[man speaking indistinctly

over police radio]

- IT'S LIKE HE'S SOME

THROWBACK NAZI FREAK.

- GO ON THE COMPUTER

AND TRANSLATE THIS.

- TECH'S ON THE COMPUTER.

- JUST DO IT.

- NO, THAT'S CORRECT.

I LIKE THE INVERTED "K."

SEPARATES ME FROM

ALL THE OTHER INCUBI.

THEY'RE SUCH RABBLE.

- DATE OF BIRTH.

- LET'S SEE, NOW.

WHEN WAS LUCIFER

CAST OUT OF HEAVEN?

- HOW OLD ARE YOU?

- 99 YEARS, 364 DAYS,

AND CHANGE.

ONE MIGHT SAY:

I'M PUSHING 100.

- YOU LOOK GREAT.

- THANK YOU.

- [scoffs]

F***-HEAD.

ADDRESS?

- ALL OF CREATION.

- SUPER.

"ADDRESS UNKNOWN."

- [huffs]

OH, THIS IS SO BORING.

HEY,

WANT TO HAVE SOME FUN?

[laughing]

MR. HOUDINI LOVED THAT ONE.

[gasps]

THERE IT IS.

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT IT.

MIGHT I SUGGES ZIP TIES?

- ALL RIGHT.

CUT THE SH*T.

SHUT THE F*** UP.

IT'S FINGERPRINT TIME.

- [chuckles softly]

- STAND UP.

THERE, HOLD IT.

ALL RIGHT, NEXT.

- HAD I KNOWN YOU WERE GOING

TO BE SO THOROUGH,

I WOULD HAVE HAD

A MANICURE.

- LIKE I F***ING CARE.

[flies buzzing]

- WHAT THE F***?

- HOLY SH*T.

- [sighs]

- WELL, WHY DON'T YOU GUYS

START BAGGING THIS UP?

- REALLY?

- YEAH.

BRING IT DOWNSTAIRS

TO THE STORAGE BASEMENT.

- JESUS CHRIST.

- F*** ME.

[sighs]

BETTER NOT GE ANY OF THIS SH*T ON ME.

JOIN THE FORCE.

HIGH-SPEED CHASES.

CATCHING BAD GUYS.

- ALL RIGHT,

GIVE ME THE HAND.

- HIGH FIVE?

[groans]

WHAT THE F***?

I JUST GOT THIS CLEANED.

- WE'RE GONNA NEED

A BIGGER BAG.

- ALL RIGHT, TIME FOR YOU

TO LOOK PRETTY.

TURN YOUR HEAD:

TO THE RIGHT.

[camera clicks]

[electronic buzzing and humming]

WHAT THE F***?

ALL RIGHT, TO THE LEFT.

[camera clicks]

[electronic buzzing and humming]

[beep]

HOLY SH*T.

SIT DOWN.

[keys jingling]

[gasps]

- A LITTLE JUMPY?

- I DON'T LIKE BEING ALONE

WITH THIS GUY, ALL RIGHT?

WOULD YOU...

JUST TAKE HIM:

TO THE INTERROGATION ROOM.

- ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO!

- HERE, I RAN THAT V.I.N.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT,

DO ME A FAVOR.

PLEASE TELL THOSE TWO IDIOTS

TO TREAT DIAMANTE

WITH A LITTLE RESPECT.

HE'S ONE OF US.

IMAGINE RESPONDING

TO A CALL,

AND YOUR WIFE:

IS SPLIT IN HALF.

AND WHILE YOU'RE

MOPPING UP THE BLOOD,

YOU FIND OU THAT YOUR KID IS GONE,

TAKEN BY THAT ANIMAL.

HE'S NOT A LUCKY GUY.

- HEY.

CAN I TALK TO YOU?

WE GOT A PROBLEM HERE.

I JUST RAN HIS PRINTS.

I GOT TEN DIFFERENT NAMES,

A DIFFERENT NAME

FOR EACH FINGER,

ALL DECEASED,

ALL VICTIMS:

OF VIOLENT MURDERS.

- AND YOU'RE SURPRISED?

DOES ANYTHING F***ING WORK

IN THIS PLACE?

RUN IT AGAIN.

- I ALREADY DID.

I GOT TEN NEW NAMES,

ALL DECEASED,

ALL VICTIMS:

OF VIOLENT MURDERS.

WE GOT TO GET HIM

OUT OF HERE.

- HE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

WE'LL TAKE HIM

TO THE NEW STATION TOMORROW.

RUN IT AGAIN.

PLEASE.

- I DON'T LIKE THIS AT ALL.

- [scoffs]

- MIND IF I BORROW

THE COMPUTER?

- HA.

[faint echoing murmurs]

[haunting noises,

roaring]

- [moans]

THIS DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT.

- WHAT?

YOU GETTING SICK?

- [sighs]

SO IF NO ONE:

COULD EVER DESCRIBE HIM

AND HE NEVER LEFT ANY DNA

OR FINGERPRINTS AT THE SCENE,

HOW DID THEY IDENTIFY HIM?

- HE SHOT HIMSELF

IN THE MOUTH:

IN A GAS STATION,

IN THE BATHROOM.

AND WRITTEN ON THE WALL

WAS A SUICIDE NOTE

WITH DIAMANTE'S WIFE'S BLOOD.

[footsteps approaching]

HOW YOU DOING, CAPTAIN?

I'M TOM CARETTI.

THIS IS ERIN COLE.

- OFFICER.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

TO THIS PLACE?

LOOKS LIKE A REAL SH*T HOLE.

- WELL, WE'RE IN TRANSITION

WITH THE NEW STATION.

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