Inkubus

[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,

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