Inkubus Page #3

- [sighs]

WHAT'S THE NUMBER?

- [shushes]

[line trilling]

IT'S RINGING.

[line trilling]

[telephone ringing]

[ringing continues]

- THIS IS GIL DIAMANTE.

- MR. DIAMANTE.

I'M CALLING YOU

FROM THE OLD POLICE STATION,

A PLACE YOU ONCE CALLED HOME.

I DON'T KNOW

IF YOU READ THE PAPERS,

BUT THEY'RE TEARING THE OLD GIRL

DOWN.

- WHO IS THIS?

- OHH...

I AM STUNNED:

YOU DON'T KNOW.

IT'S ME.

INKUBUS.

- INKUBUS IS DEAD.

- YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?

REMEMBER MY VAN.

REMEMBER?

I BROUGHT HER WITH ME.

- PUT A COP ON THE PHONE NOW.

- CAPTAIN DIAMANTE.

- WELL, I--I HAVEN' BEEN CALLED THAT IN A WHILE.

- IT'S TOM CARETTI

IN HOMICIDE.

YOU PROBABLY WOULDN' REMEMBER ME.

I WAS MOVING UP:

WHEN YOU WERE...

RETIRED.

- YOU MEAN WHEN

THEY CARTED ME OFF

TO THE CRACKER FACTORY,

DON'T YOU, TOM?

SORRY.

IT'S NOT LIKE

IT'S A BIG SECRET.

SO WHAT'S GOING ON

OVER THERE?

- WELL, WE GAVE THIS GUY

HIS PHONE CALL:

AND DIDN'T KNOW

WHAT HE WAS UP TO.

SORRY TO DISTURB YOU.

- NO BOTHER.

I'M PLENTY DISTURBED ALREADY.

LOOK, I'M GONNA CALL

MY CASEWORKER.

WE'LL BE OVER THERE

IN HALF AN HOUR.

- UH, OKAY.

- DETECTIVE,

I HAVE TO CAUTION YOU.

IF THERE'S EVEN

THE SLIGHTEST CHANCE

THAT THIS GUY:

IS THE REAL INKUBUS,

I ADVISE YOU TO KEEP YOUR

HANDS UP AND YOUR EYES OPEN,

IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

- SO GOOD TO HEAR HIS VOICE

AGAIN.

I DO MISS HIM.

- YOU'RE REALLY PUSHING IT.

HEY, MUDGE,

WE NEED THAT V.I.N. NUMBER.

LET'S GET OUT THERE

AND MOVE THE VAN INTO A LOT.

HEY, YOU GOT THIS GUY?

- I GOT IT.

[phone beeping]

[line trilling]

- DR. WINSTROM, PLEASE.

EMILY, IT'S GIL.

I NEED YOU TO COME OVER HERE

RIGHT AWAY:

AND PICK ME UP.

- I'D LIKE TO GET OUT OF THIS.

- CAN YOU PROMISE ME

THAT WE'LL HAVE

A CIVILIZED CONVERSATION?

- YES.

- GOOD.

- [inhales]

[sighs]

- OH!

- OH, MY GOD.

- [gagging]

- OH! OH!

- [coughing]

[gags]

[flies buzzing]

THIS SH*T DOESN'T HAPPEN

AROUND HERE.

IT'S LIKE WE'RE IN CLEVELAND.

OH, F***.

- NAME.

- YOU USED TO WEAR GLASSES,

THICK ONES.

BUT I DON'T SEE ANY EVIDENCE

OF CONTACT LENSES.

AH...AH.

LASIKS.

- NAME.

- EVER LOST SOMETHING

REALLY IMPORTANT,

JUST COULDN'T FIND IT?

AND WHEN YOU DID,

THERE IT WAS,

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT IT,

RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES.

- I'M ONLY INTERESTED

IN YOUR NAME.

- WELL, THEN, IF THAT'S ALL

YOU'RE INTERESTED IN...

INKUBUS.

- COLE, CALL THE GUYS

AND TELL THEM TO COME UP HERE.

- PAX, MEAT,

GET OUT HERE NOW.

BRING GLOVES AND BAGS.

- F***...

JESUS.

[man speaking indistinctly

over police radio]

- IT'S LIKE HE'S SOME

THROWBACK NAZI FREAK.

- GO ON THE COMPUTER

AND TRANSLATE THIS.

- TECH'S ON THE COMPUTER.

- JUST DO IT.

- NO, THAT'S CORRECT.

I LIKE THE INVERTED "K."

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