Inkubus

Synopsis: Inkubus tells the story of a skeleton crew working the final shift at a soon to be demolished police station. The night takes a gruesome turn when the demon, Inkubus, calmly walks into the station holding the severed head of a murdered girl. Inkubus toys with the crew, allowing himself to be restrained, and begins to proudly confess to his litany of crimes, some dating back to the Middle Ages. Why? Inkubus has a score to settle with the one detective that almost put him away some thirteen years ago. To their dismay, the cops quickly become pawns in Inkubus' brutal crowning achievement of murder, gore, and mayhem. They ultimately realize it's his world, they only die in it.
Genre: Horror
Director(s): Glenn Ciano
Production: Screen Media Films
  1 win.
 
IMDB:
3.9
R
Year:
2011
80 min
Website
64 Views


[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.

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Carl V. Dupré

Carl V. Dupré was born in Providence, Rhode Island, USA. He is known for his work on Detroit Rock City (1999), Hellraiser: Hellseeker (2002) and The Prophecy 3: The Ascent (2000). more…

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