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:
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.
LIFE CYCLE,
PLANT A SEED,
AND DIE AT SUNRISE.
[sighs]
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
- 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.
TO ATTRACT YOUR ATTENTION?
HMM?
I'D ALMOST FORGOTTEN
HOW GOOD IT FEELS.
- MAGIC OR KILLING?
YOU SEE--
IT'S CARETTI, ISN'T IT?
- DETECTIVE CARETTI.
- YES, WELL...
I HAD BECOME FRUSTRATED
I SO RICHLY DESERVE,
- 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:
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.
WHEN CHRIS DAWSON
WAS ARRESTED FOR MY KILL,
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.
- 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
THE MURDER.
ELIZABETH SHORT,
THE FAMOUS BLACK DAHLIA
FROM HOLLYWOOD.
AREN'T YOU, BUDDY?
- AMBROSE SMALL
WAS A MILLIONAIRE
IN 1919.
THOSE OTHER FIVE
WERE THE VICTIMS
OF THE WHITECHAPEL MURDERS,
- BIT OBSESSED,
AREN'T WE, GILBERT, MM?
[chuckles]
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
BATHED IN AND DRANK THEIR BLOOD.
- BRAVO.
- ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
- IT'S AN ACQUIRED TASTE.
TURN YOURSELF IN NOW?
- I AM NOT TURNING MYSELF IN.
GIL, HERE, AND I
HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS
TO TEND TO.
- WE'RE DONE HERE.
MOST OF THOSE MURDERS
THAT YOU JUST CONFESSED TO
WERE DONE OVER 100 YEARS AGO.
YOU'VE LOST YOUR CREDIBILITY.
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.
WOULD HAVE LIVED UP
TO THE DIE-AMANTE NAME?
- MY FAMILY NAME
IS DIAMANTE,
NOT DIE-AMANTE,
YOU F***ING A**HOLE.
- 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.
- THE TRUTH IS,
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME.
- [grunts]
- [winces]
F***.
- WHAT'S THE MATTER,
MY PUSS?
MISSED YOUR WORKOU THIS MORNING?
- OH, BELIEVE IT,
PRETTY BOY.
"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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