Inkubus Page #3

AND, YOU KNOW, IT'S...

IT'S A SH*T HOLE.

- DETECTIVE,

I'M DR. EMILY WINSTROM,

GIL'S CASEWORKER.

I AM TO ACCOMPANY HIM

EVERYWHERE,

AND IF HE IS PUT UNDER

ANY UNDUE STRESS,

WE'RE LEAVING IMMEDIATELY.

- AGREED.

I JUST NEED HIM:

FOR THE INTERROGATION,

AND YOU CAN OBSERVE.

- IF YOU DON'T WAN TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS,

WE CAN GO.

- NO, I--I'D LIKE TO, EMILY.

I NEED THIS.

- CLOSURE, RIGHT?

[suspenseful music]

[music swells]

- I'M TOM CARETTI.

THIS IS ERIN COLE.

- [echoing]

OFFICERS.

- HE WALKS IN

THE FRONT DOOR:

WITH JENNY GARRISON'S HEAD,

DRIVES A STOLEN VAN

LOADED WITH HUMAN REMAINS.

- DOESN'T SEEM TO MAKE

MUCH SENSE, DOES IT?

SERIAL KILLER:

I'D THOUGHT TO BE DEAD,

COMES BACK TO LIFE

AND TURNS HIMSELF IN

AFTER 13 YEARS.

MAYBE I'M NOT SO CRAZY.

- COLE, WHAT DO YOU GO ON THIS BOOK?

- SOME OF IT'S WRITTEN

IN AN ANCIENT DIALECT,

BUT THE TITLE IS A DIREC TRANSLATION FROM GERMAN:

"EVERY HUNDRED YEARS."

- MAY I?

- WHAT DO YOU THINK?

- ONE OF MY PATIENTS

WAS AN OLD GERMAN WOMAN

WHO CLAIMED SHE WAS IMPREGNATED

BY A DEMON,

A DEMON WHO NEEDED A HUMAN HOS TO REGENERATE.

AT THE END OF ITS 100-YEAR

LIFE CYCLE,

HE WOULD FIND A HOST,

PLANT A SEED,

AND DIE AT SUNRISE.

[sighs]

SHE CLAIMED THE BIRTH

ALMOST KILLED HER.

HER NIGHTMARES:

WERE SO INTENSE,

SHE HAD TO SLEEP

IN FOUR-POINT RESTRAINTS.

- A DEMON

THAT DOES THE NASTY,

IT'S, LIKE, RIGHT OU OF A COMIC BOOK.

- THAT DEMON IS CALLED

AN INCUBUS.

- SO...

WHAT IS THE SUBTITLE

OF THIS BOOK?

- IHR GESTALT IST MEINE.

"YOUR MIND IS MINE."

LET'S SEE

WHAT HE HAS TO SAY.

- GIL DIAMANTE.

YOU LOOK SURPRISINGLY WELL,

SIR.

- SO...

WE FINALLY GET TO MEET,

FACE-TO-FACE.

- INKUBUS, RIGHT?

OH, A STARING CONTEST.

YOU KNOW WHAT,

I CAN STARE TOO.

I HAVE ALL NIGHT LONG.

- AH, YES.

A GOOD STARE,

THE SUMMI WHERE SOULS CONNECT.

- I'M GETTING TIRED

OF YOUR BULLSHIT, OKAY?

BEFORE I ASK ANY QUESTIONS,

IS THERE ANYTHING

YOU'D LIKE TO TELL US?

- NO.

- HOW DID YOU

GET IN HERE TONIGHT?

- MAGIC.

- MAGIC?

LIKE DAVID COPPERFIELD?

- [chuckling]

NO, NO, NO.

HE'S AN ILLUSIONIST.

THOSE ARE TRICKS,

MISDIRECTION, SLEIGHT OF HAND.

REAL MAGIC BENDS REALITY.

- SO HOW DID YOU GE INTO JENNY GARRISON'S ROOM?

DID YOU JUS ABRACADABRA YOURSELF INTO IT?

- YES, AND THEN

I CUT OFF HER HEAD

AND LEFT FOR HERE.

- ANY REASON?

- IT'S WHAT I DO.

BESIDES, HOW ELSE WAS I GOING

TO ATTRACT YOUR ATTENTION?

SO HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN NOW,

HMM?

I'D ALMOST FORGOTTEN

HOW GOOD IT FEELS.

- MAGIC OR KILLING?

- KILLING IS MAGIC.

YOU SEE--

IT'S CARETTI, ISN'T IT?

- DETECTIVE CARETTI.

- YES, WELL...

I HAD BECOME FRUSTRATED

AT NOT RECEIVING THE ACCLAIM

I SO RICHLY DESERVE,

SO I BEGAN USING MY MARK.

- THE "K"?

- YES, THE "K."

EVEN THEN, SOME GLORY HOUND

ATTEMPTED TO TAKE CREDI FOR MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

- LET ME SEE

IF I GET THIS STRAIGHT.

THIS WHOLE THING

IS ABOUT YOU GETTING CREDI FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE,

KIND OF LIKE:

A LITTLE EGO TRIP?

SO WHY SHOULD WE BELIEVE

THAT YOU'RE NOT JUS SOME F***ING GLORY HOUND?

- WELL, IF ANYONE SHOULD KNOW,

IT SHOULD BE YOU.

YOU WERE THE BEST.

YOU GOT THE CLOSEST TO ME.

WHEN CHRIS DAWSON

WAS ARRESTED FOR MY KILL,

IT WAS YOU WHO PROVED

IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN HIM.

YOU KNEW YOU HAD

THE WRONG MAN,

JUST LIKE THE MAN I KILLED

THAT THE COPS I.D.'D

AS INKUBUS.

- I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR THIS.

- DIAMANTE AND HIS TEAM

WERE GETTING CLOSE.

YOU WERE RUTHLESS,

RELENTLESS.

SO I KILLED A VAGRAN TO THROW OFF THE SCENT.

YOU WERE RIGHT, GIL.

BUT NOBODY WOULD LISTEN.

SO CASE CLOSED.

I CAN'T IMAGINE THE PAIN

YOU MUST HAVE ENDURED,

THE HUMILIATION.

BUT I DO LIKE TO TRY.

- OKAY, WE'RE DONE HERE.

- OH...

BUT THERE'S SO MUCH MORE

LEFT TO TELL,

ALL THE ONES:

YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT.

MARILYN SHEPPARD

OF BAY VILLAGE.

CAROLINE CONNORS

OF PENNSYLVANIA.

ELIZABETH SHOR OF LOS ANGELES.

AMBROSE SMALL:

OF TORONTO, CANADA.

CATHERINE EDDOWES,

MARY JANE KELLY, ALL...

ALL OF LONDON TOWN.

- MARILYN SHEPPARD'S MURDER

WAS CALLED:

THE SAM SHEPPARD CASE,

BECAUSE EVERYBODY THOUGH

HER HUSBAND HAD COMMITTED

THE MURDER.

ELIZABETH SHORT,

THE FAMOUS BLACK DAHLIA

FROM HOLLYWOOD.

- SHOOTING A LITTLE HIGH,

AREN'T YOU, BUDDY?

- AMBROSE SMALL

WAS A MILLIONAIRE

WHO VANISHED INTO THIN AIR

IN 1919.

THOSE OTHER FIVE

WERE THE VICTIMS

OF THE WHITECHAPEL MURDERS,

- BIT OBSESSED,

AREN'T WE, GILBERT, MM?

[chuckles]

YOU HAVE NOT LOST YOUR TOUCH,

SIR.

- SO YOU'RE NOW

JACK THE RIPPER.

[slaps table]

- I AM NOT FINISHED HERE,

DETECTIVE.

BENJAMIN BATHURS OF NORWICH, ENGLAND.

JACQUELINE FORCHE OF GAY PAREE.

SOFIA AND ERNESTO GIANNINI

OF FIRENZE, ITALIA.

AND MY LOVELIES:

LORELEI, ADELAIDE,

GRETCHEN,

AND THE GERHARDT TWINS,

HEIDI UND ZELDA:

FROM COLOGNE.

YOU WON'T FIND ANY RECORDS

OF MURDERS PRIOR TO 1800.

YOUR KIND WAS A LOT LESS

THOROUGH BACK THEN.

- 1891, THEY WERE CALLED

THE COLOGNE MURDERS.

FIVE TEENAGE GIRLS,

VIRGINS,

WERE KIDNAPPED:

AND THEIR BODIES MUTILATED

AND LEFT IN THE WOODS

OUTSIDE THE CITY.

IT WAS FURTHER REPORTED THA THEIR BODIES HAD BEEN BLED DRY

AND THAT THE KILLER HAD BOTH

BATHED IN AND DRANK THEIR BLOOD.

- BRAVO.

- ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

- IT'S AN ACQUIRED TASTE.

- SO WHY DID YOU

TURN YOURSELF IN NOW?

- I AM NOT TURNING MYSELF IN.

GIL, HERE, AND I

HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS

TO TEND TO.

SORRY ABOUT THE MISSUS.

- WE'RE DONE HERE.

MOST OF THOSE MURDERS

THAT YOU JUST CONFESSED TO

WERE DONE OVER 100 YEARS AGO.

YOU'VE LOST YOUR CREDIBILITY.

- THE SECRET TO IMMORTALITY

IS FOUND IN THE BLOOD

OF THE INNOCENT,

LIKE, UH,

YOUR LADY FRIEND THERE,

BEHIND THE GLASS.

[sighs]

GIL, I'M FRANKLY SURPRISED

THAT YOU HAVEN'T INQUIRED

ABOUT DAVID.

DO YOU THINK YOUR SON

WOULD HAVE LIVED UP

TO THE DIE-AMANTE NAME?

- MY FAMILY NAME

IS DIAMANTE,

NOT DIE-AMANTE,

YOU F***ING A**HOLE.

- YOU WANT TO PLAY GAMES?

- YES!

ABRA-F***ING-CADABRA.

[door bangs open]

- ALL RIGHT, GUYS.

PUT THIS GUY IN A HOLDING CELL,

PLEASE.

- YOU GOT IT, DETECTIVE.

- [sighs]

- LOOK, I WAS THERE...

I DIDN'T BELIEVE IT.

HE PLAYS THESE MIND GAMES.

HE VANISHED RIGHT IN FRON OF MY EYES.

YOU SEE WHAT HE WANTS YOU

TO SEE.

BUT I SAW THE TRUTH.

- WHAT IS THE TRUTH?

- THE TRUTH IS,

YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME.

- [grunts]

- [winces]

F***.

- WHAT'S THE MATTER,

MY PUSS?

MISSED YOUR WORKOU THIS MORNING?

- I DON'T BELIEVE THIS GUY.

- OH, BELIEVE IT,

PRETTY BOY.

- WHY DON'T YOU CALL ME

"PRETTY BOY" AGAIN?

- TRUE BEAUTY

IS ON THE INSIDE.

[cuffs jingling]

- WHAT THE F***!

- CUFF HIM!

- [laughing]

CUFF ME, PRETTY BOY.

[echoing, whooshing noises]

- [grunts]

- AH!

- I'LL SHOW YOU "PUSS,"

YOU F***-FACE.

- [yelps]

[grunts]

- ALL THE MURDERS

HE HAS CONFESSED TO

ARE EITHER UNSOLVED

OR ATTRIBUTED TO INKUBUS...

EXCEPT FOR TWO.

IN THE MURDER:

OF PHILIP DARROW,

HIS WIFE WAS ARRESTED

AND SENTENCED TO DEATH.

IN THE MURDER:

OF CAROLINE CONNORS,

HER HUSBAND WAS CONVICTED

AND DIED IN PRISON.

IN BOTH CASES,

THE CONVICTED MURDERER

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