Inkubus Page #4

WAS THE ONLY EYEWITNESS.

- THE CONVICTED MURDERER

CLAIMED THA:

THEY SAW A DARK STRANGER

THAT APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE

AND MURDERED THE VICTIMS.

LISTEN TO ME.

DO NOT LET THAT THING

OUT OF YOUR SIGHT.

ALL RIGHT?

ALL YOUR LIVES:

DEPEND ON THAT.

- CAN WE GO NOW?

[loud banging]

- WHAT WAS THAT?

- INKUBUS JUST HUNG HIMSELF

IN HIS CELL!

- OH, MY GOD.

- OH, GOD, NO.

NOT AGAIN.

- [gags]

- GO UPSTAIRS.

LOCK THE DOORS.

- F***ER!

- RELAX!

- GET HIM UP THERE NOW.

LOCK THE DOORS.

- [shouting indistinctly]

- MUDGE, GET MILES!

SH*T, INKUBUS MUST HAVE GOTTEN

INTO THE STORAGE LOCKER,

AND HE GOT HIS WRIST KNIFE,

'CAUSE IT IS MISSING.

YOU KNOW WHAT,

I NEED AN A.P.B. ON HIM NOW.

I NEED BACKUP.

NOW!

CAPTAIN, CAN I COUNT ON YOU?

- NOT A GOOD IDEA,

LIEUTENANT.

MY PATIENT NEEDS TO LEAVE NOW.

- IT'S ALL RIGHT, EMILY.

I CAN LEND A HAND.

- WHAT?

- LISTEN,

HE'S GOT THE EXPERIENCE.

WE NEED ALL THE HELP

WE CAN GE:

UNTIL BACKUP COMES HERE,

OKAY?

GET HER IN THE BREAK ROOM,

BARRICADE THE DOOR,

AND DON'T LET ANYBODY IN.

YOU READY FOR THIS?

- I GOT YOUR BACK.

[indistinct radio transmission]

[keys clacking]

- EIGHTH PRECINCT.

EIGHT PRECINCT, COME IN.

- WE'RE ALL SO F***ED.

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.

YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?

[game show music playing

over television]

- HELLO, AMERICA,

AND WELCOME TO...

- WHOA, HEY, DOC.

DON'T DO THAT.

YOU'LL BLOW MY PUMP OUT.

- OH, SORRY.

SORRY.

- WILL YA MOVE?

THANK YOU.

JUST A SECOND.

- HERE, WE HAVE TODAY'S

WINNING LOTTERY NUMBERS.

[static crackles]

- ALL UNITS,

DO YOU RESPOND?

[radio transmission crackling]

- HEY...

WANT TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN?

- EIGHTH PRECINCT,

DO YOU READ?

[crackling and beeps]

IS ANYONE OUT THERE?

[beep]

- 13.

- 8!

[laughs]

I'LL BE GOD DAMNED.

GO!

I LOVE YOU,

LITTLE WHITE BALLS.

- 6.

- 6?

I'LL BE GOD DAMNED.

- STAY TUNED.

WE'LL BE BACK FOR MORE.

- ONE NUMBER OFF.

THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN,

LIKE, A FREE TICKE

AND, LIKE, 200 GRAND.

IT'S THE STORY OF MY LIFE,

DOC.

SO, UH...

HOW LONG YOU BEEN

HEAD-SHRINKING?

- TOO LONG.

- WHY DON'T YOU SIZE ME UP?

I'M CURIOUS.

JUST...

WE GOT TIME TO KILL.

PLEASE.

- AND ALL DUE RESPECT,

OFFICER,

THIS REALLY ISN'T THE TIME

OR THE PLACE.

- YOU KNOW WHAT,

EVERYBODY'S ON EDGE.

JUST FOR A GOOF.

SIT DOWN.

- CARETTI, I--I JUST SEN A DISTRESS CALL TO ALL UNITS.

DID NOT RECEIVE REPLY.

I'M GOING DOWN

TO THE COMMUNICATIONS ROOM.

[static crackles]

- CAREFUL, NOW.

- I'LL BE FINE.

I GOT MY WEAPON.

- WE'RE ALL SO F***ED.

- [exhales]

- OKAY, UM...

YOU...

HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS HERE.

YOU'RE VERY WELL LIKED.

THAT'S PRETTY EASY TO TELL.

CLOSE TO RETIREMENT.

MAYBE YOU'VE MENTALLY

CHECKED OUT OF YOUR JOB ALREADY.

- YOU GOT THAT RIGHT.

I'LL BE FISHING IN ALASKA,

LAKE OKEECHOBEE,

COLORADO.

- YOU SEE...

RETIRED ALREADY.

- GOOD COPS NEVER RETIRE.

I'M STILL CATCHING STUFF.

- WHERE THE HELL

ARE THOSE STAIRS?

- [echoing whispers]

- DID YOU HEAR THAT?

- MM.

- HE TOYS WITH YOU.

HE TRIES:

TO GET IN YOUR MIND.

- DID YOU SEE THAT?

- THAT'S JENSEN'S OLD OFFICE.

[faint clattering]

[banging]

- WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?

- WE'RE IN THE SAME

F***ING HALLWAY.

- THAT'S WHAT HE DOES.

- ABRA-F***ING-CADABRA.

[door slams]

[faint haunting music]

[switch clicks]

[switch clicking]

- WHAT ELSE YOU GOT,

DOC?

- YOU'RE A PEACEKEEPER.

YOU DON'T LIKE CONFLICT.

YOUR PARENTS FIGHT A LOT?

- ALL RIGHT, YEAH,

THAT'S ENOUGH OF THIS.

- PERHAPS THAT'S WHY

YOU'VE NEVER BEEN MARRIED.

- MAYBE I'M JUST UNLUCKY.

- [laughs]

VERY UNLUCKY.

AND YOUR LUCK:

IS JUST ABOUT TO RUN OUT.

[blade rings]

- AH, AH, AH, AH.

[dial clicking]

[microwave beeps]

- HEY...

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING

OVER THERE?

[clicking and zapping]

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU--

DON'T TOUCH THAT!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

AH! AH!

[gagging]

AHH!

[groans]

[groaning]

AH! AH!

[timer dings]

- WE'RE ALL SO F***ED.

YOU KNOW THAT,

DON'T YOU?

WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE.

- SHUT UP.

[exhaling deeply]

- WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.

- SHUT UP!

- WE'RE ALL--

- SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!

[footsteps pattering]

- WHAT'S GOING ON?

- HOW DO WE GET UPSTAIRS?

[door slams]

- WHAT WOULD WE DO

WITHOUT STAIRS?

STAIRS ARE SO IMPORTANT.

[laughing]

[man screaming]

EVER LOST ANYTHING

REALLY IMPORTANT?

JUST COULDN'T FIND IT?

- SHE NEEDS MY HELP.

- COME ON, TOUGH GUY.

COME ON.

- LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME,

MEAT, COME ON.

YOU WANT SOME OF THIS,

DON'T YOU?

- WHAT DO YOU GOT?

- [growls]

- COME ON.

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?

- COME ON.

- LET'S SEE WHAT YOU GOT,

HUH?

SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT.

GIVE IT TO ME.

I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.

COME ON, MEAT!

SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT.

TOUGH GUY.

TOUGH GUY, COME ON.

KICK MY ASS.

COME AND GET ME, MEAT-PIE.

- [grunts]

[blows landing]

[screams]

[roars]

[door bangs open]

- [roaring]

- WHAT'S THE MATTER?

- NO.

I'M FINE.

- OKAY.

- I'M FINE.

- [roaring]

- REALLY, WHAT THE HELL

IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?

- I DON'T KNOW.

- WHAT'S WRONG?

- [gasps]

I DON'T KNOW.

- ARE YOU SAYING...

YOUR WIFE GAVE BIRTH

TO A DEMON?

- [sighs]

I KNOW EVERYBODY THINKS

I'M F***ING NUTS.

[scoffs]

WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?

WOULD YOU?

- TOM, THE FACTS ARE THA YOUR WIFE WAS IN LABOR.

SHE HAD A C-SECTION.

SHE WAS HEMORRHAGING.

DO YOU BELIEVE IT?

- I WAS THERE.

THAT THING WAS NOT HUMAN.

- [sighs]

- [sighs]

JESUS CHRIST.

[static crackling]

[static crackling louder]

[indistinct radio transmission]

[sighs]

[sighs]

CARETTI, CARETTI,

DO YOU READ?

[static crackling]

[screen clicks on]

- HEY!

[grunting]

- [panting]

[whispering]

MILES?

MILES?

[thud]

- [gasps]

JESUS.

- I DIDN'T DO IT.

IT WASN'T ME.

- STOP.

- [sobbing]

PLEASE HELP ME.

PLEASE.

- PLEASE, STOP.

- MILES WAS RIGHT.

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.

[flesh tearing]

- [screams]

[body thuds]

[groans]

- YOU CAN'T PULL THAT TRIGGER.

YOU CAN'T EVEN MOVE.

THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO

ABOUT THIS.

[blade slices]

[flesh ripping]

- [moans]

- DON'T FIGHT IT.

THAT'S IT.

THAT'S IT.

[sighs]

- I'VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE.

- LET'S JUST KEEP GOING.

THERE'S GOT TO BE

A WAY OUT.

[Inkubus hissing and murmuring]

[faint moaning]

- [moans]

[groans]

[inhales]

[moans]

- GIL...

- [inhales sharply]

[moaning]

- EMILY?

- I LAID YOUR WIFE OU ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE

JUST LIKE THIS.

- [moans]

- SHE WAS SO...

SO VERY RESPONSIVE.

- [moans]

- WHICH IS...

WHICH IS WHAT YOU WANT,

OF COURSE.

- [moans]

- IT CAN BECOME RATHER MESSY

WHEN THEY FIGHT IT.

AH, AH, AH.

DON'T FIGHT IT.

[bang]

THE DAHLIA:

WAS MY PIECE DE RESISTANCE.

BUT YOUR NANCY...

YOUR NANCY WAS SPECIAL,

BECAUSE SHE WAS SO SPECIAL

TO YOU,

WHICH IS WHY:

I'VE DECIDED TO...

CUT THE GOOD DOCTOR HERE

IN HALF...

- [moans]

- AS A SHORT OF TRIBUTE

TO YOU, GIL.

- [moans]

[gunshots]

- [laughing]

YOU SEE,

YOU'VE RUINED ME.

YOU'VE SPOILED ME.

AFTER YOU, I--I JUST COULDN' GET EXCITED ANYMORE.

- OOH...

- AND NOW...

[chuckles]

NOW I FEEL ALIVE.

- [inhales]

- THANK YOU.

- YOU F***ING COWARD!

TAKE ME!

YOU WANT ME!

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