Night Flier Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Night Flier Script


 

                   

( radio static )



 

                   

( man )

 1-0-1  BRAVO LIMA,



 

                   

COME IN, OVER.



 

                   

 - - 

BRAVO LIMA,



 

                   

I CAN'T HAVE YOU SITTING 

IN THE MIDDLE OF MY RUNWAY,



 

                   

RESPOND, OVER.



 

                   

THIS IS BUCK KENDALL

TRYING YOU AGAIN.



 

                   

 - - 

BRAVO LIMA,



 

                   

YOU GOTTA MOVE IT,

AND I MEAN NOW NOT LATER.



  

                   

WHY DO ALL THE WEIRD ONES

HAVE TO FLY AT NIGHT ?



  

                   

OKAY.



  

                   

YOU DON'T 

WANNA MOVE...



  

                   

I'LL MOVE YOUMYSELF.



  

                   

OKAY, LET'S ROLL IT 

OFF ON THE GRASS.



  

                   

CURTAINS ?



  

                   

HEY, HEY,

HEY, BUDDY !



  

                   

BUDDY !



  

                   

YOU IN THERE,

FRIEND ?



  

                   

GOOD LORD !



  

                   

WHAT HAPPENED 

INHERE?



  

                   

OH, JESUS...



  

                   

SAVE ME.



  

                   

MA'AM, WHEN THESEALIENS

WERE EXAMINING YOU,



  

                   

WAS THERE ANY

PENETRATION INVOLVED ?



  

                   

A   -YEAR-OLD 

TENNIS STAR



  

                   

SHOULDN'T BE SHOOTIN' UP

ON HEROIN ANYWAY !



  

                   

IT'LL MESS UP

HER BACKHAND !



  

                   

FRONTAL NUDITY,

BACKALNUDITY,SIDE-ALNUDITY,



  

                   

HE'S FAMOUS ENOUGH,

WE'LL PRINT WHATEVER YOU GOT.



  

                   

YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT,

WHAT TIME ?



  

                   

( woman )

TATTOO ?

YEAH, HE DO.



  

                   

LET ME SEE THAT.



  

                   

HEY !



  

                   

GIVE THAT BACK !



  

                   

WHERE'S 

MY PICTURE ?



  

                   

WHERE'S MY GODDAMN

DEAD BABY ?!



  

                   

I TOLD YOU BEFORE, LIBBY,

DO NOT FUCK WITH MY STUFF.



  

                   

AND I TOLD YOU BEFORE,

DON'TFUCKWITH ME.



  

                   

MORRISON CUT YOUR 

GODDAMN DEAD BABY.



  

                   

YOU GOT A PROBLEM

WITH THAT, HOTSHOT,



  

                   

TAKE IT UP 

WITH HIM.



  

                   

( grunting )



  

                   

( man )

LET ME TELL YOU WHAT 

"INSIDE VIEW" IS, MISS BLAIR...



  

                   

IT'S A MICROSCOPE...



  

                   

A CULTURAL MICROSCOPE



  

                   

FOCUSING IN ON

THE COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS



  

                   

OF THE AMERICAN

POPULACE.



  

                   

NOW WHAT WE DO HERE AT

"INSIDE VIEW", KATHERINE,



  

                   

IS IDENTIFY AND DEFINE

THE CULTURAL ARCHETYPE



  

                   

OF THE 

AMERICAN MIND.



  

                   

NOW, READ THAT

LIST BACK TO ME,



  

                   

THE STORIES I WANT YOU

LOOKING FOR.



  

                   

ALIEN ABDUCTIONS...



  

                   

AMUSING 

ANIMAL STORIES...



  

                   

ATTACKS ON 

THE HANDICAPPED.



  

                   

ONLY IF 

IT HAS A TWIST,



  

                   

SOME KIND OF KINKY SEX

IN THERE OR SOMETHING.



  

                   

BATTERED WIVES...



  

                   

BIZARRE

BODY FUNCTIONS...



  

                   

BREAST SURGERY

HORROR STORIES.



  

                   

THAT'S ALWAYS GOOD.



  

                   

"C", CELEBRITIES...

ADDICTED, PERVERTED,



  

                   

DYING, DEAD.



  

                   

AND OF COURSE

BACK FROM THE DEAD.



  

                   

DEMONIC POSSESSION...



  

                   

JUST BECAUSE YOU 

DON'T HAVE ANY BALLS



  

                   

DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN

CUT MINE OFF.



  

                   

'MORNING, 

RICHARD.



  

                   

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO DO

WITH THAT MORGUE ATTENDANT



  

                   

TO GET 

THAT PICTURE ?



  

                   

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA

HOW COLD THOSE SLABS ARE ?



  

                   

KATHERINE, THIS EMOTIONALLY

UNSTABLE INDIVIDUAL



  

                   

IS RICHARD DEES,

OUR SENIOR REPORTER.



  

                   

KATHERINE BLAIR.



  

                   

IT'S VERY NICE 

TO MEET YOU.



  

                   

DID HE SPOUT OFF 

ABOUT THAT



  

                   

COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUSNESS

CRAP YET ?



  

                   

KATHERINE,

WE'LL FINISH THIS LATER.



  

                   

SURE,

NO PROBLEM.



  

                   

THANK YOU, MR. MORRISON,

FOR EVERYTHING.



  

                   

I WON'T 

LET YOU DOWN.



  

                   

WELCOME TO "INSIDE VIEW",

KATHERINE.



  

                   

THANKS.



  

                   

IT WAS 

NICE MEETING YOU.



  

                   

WHAT ABOUT 

MY PICTURE ?



  

                   

WE ALL 

LOVE YOUR PICTURES,



  

                   

BUT IN THE FUTURE,

JUST AS A ROUGH GUIDELINE,



  

                   

LET'S KEEP THE VICTIMS 

OVER TWO YEARS OLD, OKAY ?



  

                   

NOW SIT DOWN, PLEASE,

I GOTTA SHOW YOU SOMETHING.



  

                   

SORRY, 

MR. MORRISON,



  

                   

I FORGOT 

MY PURSE.



  

                   

THANK YOU.



  

                   

SO WHAT DO YOU 

THINK OF KATHERINE ?



  

                   

ANOTHER 

JIMMY OLSEN.



  

                   

SHE DOESN'T HAVE 

MUCH EXPERIENCE



  

                   

BUT SHE'S SHARP,

GOOD INSTINCTS,



  

                   

GREAT ASS.



  

                   

DID YOU

MENTION TO HER



  

                   

WHY THE POSITION 

OPENED UP ?



   

                   

OF COURSE I DIDN'T,

I WANTED TOHIREHER, 

NOT SCARE HER AWAY.



   

                   

THERE'S NO REASON SHE NEEDS

TO KNOW ABOUT DOTTIE.



   

                   

ANYWAY, LOOK,

HERE'S YOUR NEXT ASSIGNMENT.



   

                   

I THOUGHT I WAS DOING

NINA BRIGGS.



   

                   

SHE'S DOWN TO    POUNDS,

SHE WON'T BE AROUND FOR LONG.



   

                   

SHE CAN STAY OR GO,



   

                   

WHO CARES ?

A COUNTRY STAR WITH AIDS ?



   

                   

THAT'S WAY TOO SOFT

A STORY FOR YOU.



   

                   

BESIDES, THIS IS

MUCH MORE UP YOUR ALLEY.



   

                   

THIS IS GONNA BE A BIG ONE,

RICHARD, REALLY BIG.



   

                   

A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE GONNA

WANNA READ ABOUT THIS GUY.



   

                   

THERE'S NOTHING HERE.



   

                   

A MAN...



   

                   

NO, A MAN WHO THINKS 

HE'S MORE THAN A MAN.



   

                   

FLIES INTO DESOLATE AIRPORTS

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,



   

                   

AND KILLS WHATEVER POOR SCHMUCK

HAPPENS TO BE AROUND...



   

                   

DRAINS THE BODY 

OF THE BLOOD.



   

                   

THEN HE 

FLIES AWAY AGAIN



   

                   

IN SEARCH OF HIS NEXT

UNSUSPECTING VICTIM.



   

                   

AND HE CALLS HIMSELF

DWIGHT RENFIELD.



   

                   

DWIGHT JUST HAPPENS TO BE

THE FIRST NAME OF AN ACTOR



   

                   

NAMED DWIGHT FRY,



   

                   

WHO PLAYED THE ROLE

OF RENFIELD,



   

                   

THE BUG EATING LUNATIC

IN THE      VERSION

OF "DRACULA".



   

                   

C'MON, RICHARD,

THAT'S NOT A STORY ?!



   

                   

THE GUY'S A MOVIE FAN,

SO WHAT ?



   

                   

VAMPIRES ARE A DIME A DOZEN

IN THE TABS.



   

                   

NEXT TIME THIS PSYCHO GOES OUT

THEY'RE GONNA NAIL HIM.



   

                   

WHY IS THAT ?



   

                   

THEY'VE GOT THE MAKE OF 

HIS PLANE AND THE TAIL NUMBER.



   

                   

IF YOU WANTED 

TO ROB BANKS,



   

                   

WOULD YOU DO IT WITH THE SAME

CAR AND LICENSE PLATE

EVERY TIME ?



   

                   

NO ONE'S 

CAUGHT HIMYET.



   

                   

LOOK, PUT THAT PILOT LICENSE 

AND PLANE OF YOURS TO SOME USE.



   

                   

BESIDES, YOU'RE GOOD WITH

THE HICKS, YOU'RE THE BEST.



   

                   

THANK YOU.



   

                   

YOU NEED THIS ONE, RICHARD,

TAKE MY WORD ON IT.



   

                   

YOUR WORK HAS BEEN

A LITTLE LACKING LATELY.



   

                   

YOU HAVEN'T HIT

THE FRONT PAGES INMONTHS,



   

                   

AND THIS IS 

FRONT PAGE MATERIAL !



   

                   

THIS IS A WASTE OF SPACE

IS WHAT IT IS.



   

                   

IT'S A WASTE 

OF MY TIME.



   

                   

I'LL STILL GONNA RUN IT,

WITH OR WITHOUT YOU !



   

                   

AND IT'S GONNA BE

A SCREAMER, GUARANTEE IT !



   

                   

WHY DON'T YOU 

GIVE IT TO JIMMY ?



   

                   

SOMETHING NICE AND JUICY FOR HER

TO SINK HER TEETH INTO.



   

                   

FUCKING PRICK !



   

                   

( car starts )



   

                   

"LACKING" MY ASS.



   

                   

( Richard )

OH,SHIT!



   

                   

HI, MR. DEES.



   

                   

HI.



   

                   

I'M KATHERINE BLAIR,



   

                   

WE MET THIS MORNING

IN MR. MORRISON'S OFFICE.



   

                   

YOU REMEMBER ME ?



   

                   

I REMEMBER YOU,

JIMMY.



   

                   

"JIMMY."



   

                   

AS IN "OLSEN".



   

                   

YOU MIND 

IF I JOIN YOU ?



   

                   

DO I HAVE A CHOICE ?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

SO...



   

                   

WHAT AN EXCITING FIRST DAY

THIS TURNED OUT TO BE.



   

                   

I ALREADY GOT 

MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT,



   

                   

A PIECE ABOUT 

A PSYCHO PILOT



   

                   

WHO THINKS 

HE'S A VAMPIRE.



   

                   

I KNOW, I ALREADY 

PISSED ON IT--



   

                   

I PASSED ON IT.



   

                   

WHY ARE 

YOU HERE ?



   

                   

I DOUBT YOU FOLLOWED ME

JUST TO SHOOT THE SHIT.



   

                   

I DIDN'T 

FOLLOW YOU.



   

                   

I WAS JUST--



   

                   

IT DOESN'T MATTER.



   

                   

YOU'RE HERE NOW,

WHAT DO YOU WANT ?



   

                   

WELL, OKAY...



   

                   

I GUESS 

I WAS HOPING



   

                   

THATYOUCOULD GIVE ME THE

INSIDE VIEW OF "INSIDE VIEW".



   

                   

WHO BETTER TO LEARN FROM 

THAN THE PAPER'S STAR REPORTER ?



   

                   

MAYBE YOU COULD SHARE

YOUR PHILOSOPHY WITH ME.



   

                   

MY "PHILOSOPHY".



   

                   

YOUR SECRET, FOR STAYING

ON TOP SO LONG.



   

                   

I'D LOVE 

TO HEAR IT.



   

                   

THAT IS 

IF YOU HAVE ONE.



   

                   

UH...



   

                   

OKAY.



   

                   

HERE IT IS,

YOU BETTER TAKE NOTES...



   

                   

NEVER BELIEVE 

WHAT YOU PUBLISH...



   

                   

AND NEVER PUBLISH

WHAT YOU BELIEVE.



   

                   

WHAT'S THE MATTER,

I TALK TOO FAST ?



   

                   

I GUESS I WAS 

JUST EXPECTING



   

                   

SOMETHING MORE.



   

                   

FROM SOMEONE WHO THINKS

OF HIMSELF AS A--



   

                   

AS A WHAT ?



   

                   

WELL...



   

                   

A REAL REPORTER.



   

                   

HA !



   

                   

HA-HA !



   

                   

LET ME 

ASK YOU A QUESTION.



   

                   

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW 

ABOUT BEING A REAL REPORTER ?



   

                   

GODDAMNIT !



   

                   

I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T

MEAN TO OFFEND YOU.



   

                   

WHY DON'T 

WE START OVER ?



   

                   

I KNOW YOUR STORY, HONEY, 

I HEARD IT A MILLION TIMES.



   

                   

YOU COME FROM LOCKPORT

OR ROCKPORT,



   

                   

OR BRIDGEPORT,

OR EUGENE, OREGON,



   

                   

OR SOME 

GODDAMN PLACE.



   

                   

YOU TRIED TO GET INTO

COLUMBIA OR YALE,



   

                   

BUT YOU ENDED UP

AT ILLINOIS STATE, DIDN'T YOU ?



   

                   

THEN YOU 

INTERNED FOR



   

                   

"THE EXAMINER"

OR "THE PATRIOT".



   

                   

HELP ME HERE, 

PLEASE.



   

                   

"THE HERALD."



   

                   

YOU COVERED EVERYTHING

FROM CAKE SALES,



   

                   

TO DOG SHOWS,

TO CLASS REUNIONS.



   

                   

BUT THAT GOT A LITTLE

MUNDANE FOR YOU, DIDN'T IT ?



   

                   

SO YOU CAME TO US FOR JUST 

A LITTLE MORE SPICE.



   

                   

OF COURSE THE MONEY,

STOP ME IF I'M WRONG HERE.



   

                   

WHAT ARE YOU GETTING AT,

MR. DEES ?



   

                   

YOU'VE BEEN 

HERE BEFORE, JIMMY,



   

                   

AND YOU'LL 

BE HERE AGAIN.



   

                   

THE FACES CHANGE 

BUT THE END IS ALWAYS THE SAME.



   

                   

YOU WON'T LAST.



   

                   

MAYBE 

I'LL SURPRISE YOU.



   

                   

MAYBE YOU WILL.



   

                   

MAYBE YOU'LL STICK AROUND

FOR A WHILE...



   

                   

END UP 

JUST LIKE DOTTIE.



   

                   

WHAT ARE YOU 

TALKING ABOUT ?



   

                   

YOU WANT MY INSIDE VIEW 

OF "INSIDE VIEW"...



   

                   

ALRIGHT,

I'LL GIVE IT TO YA.



   

                   

AND IT AIN'T ABOUT NO FUCKING

PHILOSOPHY, BELIEVE ME.



   

                   

"INSIDE VIEW" IS AN

ILLUSTRATION OF THE INSANE.



   

                   

IT'S A DIARY OF THE DERANGED

AND DANGEROUSLY SICK...



   

                   

KINDERGARTEN TEACHERS 

SETTING FIRE TO THEIR STUDENTS



   

                   

BECAUSE THEY THINK

THESE  -YEAR-OLDS



   

                   

ARE PLOTTING

THEIR EXECUTIONS.



   

                   

SATANIC BIKER CULTS

SLAUGHTERING HITCHHIKERS,



   

                   

BUT, HERE'S 

THE FUN PART...



   

                   

AFTER TALKING 

TO THESE CRAZY PEOPLE



   

                   

ALL DAY,

EVERY SINGLE DAY,



   

                   

SOMETIMES THEIR STORIES

CAN GET TO YOU.



   

                   

CREEPING LIKE SOME 

FUCKING CANCER



   

                   

AND PRETTY SOON ALL THE SHIT

STARTS MAKING SENSE.



   

                   

THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED

TO DOTTIE WALSH.



   

                   

REAL GO-GETTER,

JUST LIKE YOU.



   

                   

SHE STARTED TO BELIEVE

IN THE UNBELIEVABLE.



   

                   

NOT MORE THAN A YEAR 

AFTER DOTTIE WAS HIRED...



   

                   

SHE WAS DEAD.



   

                   

WENT HOME ONE NIGHT

AND TOOK A BATH



   

                   

WITH A DRY CLEANING BAG

WRAPPED AROUND HER HEAD.



   

                   

BYE, BYE, DOTTIE...



   

                   

HELLO, JIMMY.



   

                   

MADE FOR A KILLER

HEADLINE, THOUGH.



   

                   

I'M SORRY 

I BOTHERED YOU.



   

                   

THAT'S OKAY.



   

                   

I THOUGHT MAYBE 

WE COULD BE FRIENDS, BUT--



   

                   

YEAH, WELL.



   

                   

I GUESS 

I WAS WRONG.



   

                   

JIMMY...



   

                   

LISTEN TO ME NOW,

I DON'THAVEFRIENDS.



   

                   

I'VE GOT MY CAMERA,

MY PLANE AND MY STORIES,



   

                   

THAT'S ALL I WANT

AND THAT'S ALL I NEED.



   

                   

SO, IF YOU 

WANT A FRIEND,



   

                   

BUY A DOG.



   

                   

NO HARD FEELINGS.



   

                   

( man )

HELP ME !



   

                   

HELP ME,

HELP ME !



   

                   

HELP ME !



   

                   

( crashing sounds )



   

                   

( man )

HELP ME, HELP ME !



   

                   

( man gagging )



   

                   

ALRIGHT, WHAT'S SO

GODDAMN IMPORTANT ?



   

                   

OUR BATTY FRIEND...



   

                   

HAS STRUCK AGAIN.



   

                   

IS THAT SO ?



   

                   

LAST NIGHT,

DUFFREY, MARYLAND.



   

                   

A LITTLE PISSANT TOWN

   MILES OUTSIDE OF WASHINGTON.



   

                   

GOT CLEAN AWAY, TOO.



   

                   

YOU SHOULDN'T LET IT

BOTHER YOU, RICHARD.



   

                   

AFTER ALL THIS IS 

AYOUNGMAN'S BUSINESS...



   

                   

OR YOUNGWOMAN'S.



   

                   

THAT'S RIGHT,

KATHERINE FOUND IT.



   

                   

SOMEHOW SHE TAPPED

INTO A NETWORK



   

                   

OF LOCAL LAW 

ENFORCEMENT AGENCIES



   

                   

WHAT THAT 

COMPUTER OF HERS...



   

                   

SEARCHED THROUGH

    MURDER WIRES



   

                   

TO FIND ONE THAT FIT

OUR BAD BOY'S M.O.,



   

                   

HAD THE INFORMATION,

WAITING FOR ME, 

ON MY DESK.



   

                   

NOWTHAT 

IS AMBITION.



   

                   

GIVE ME THE FILE.



   

                   

WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY,

THAT I WAS WRONG ?



   

                   

JUST THAT YOU

MIGHT'VE BEEN WRONG ?



   

                   

YOU KNOW WHAT 

A PUSSYCAT I AM.



   

                   

OKAY, I MIGHT'VE BEEN WRONG,

YOU HAPPY NOW ?



   

                   

HOW VERY LARGE-HEARTED

OF YOU TO ADMIT IT.



   

                   

FIRST THIS GUY 

CLAIRE BOWIE IN MAINE,



   

                   

THEN BUCK KENDALL

IN NEW YORK.



   

                   

AND NOW RAY AND

ELLEN SARCH IN MARYLAND.



   

                   

THERE'S DEFINITELY A STORY HERE

THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD.



   

                   

AND I THINK I HEAR DWIGHT

CALLINGYOURNAME RICHARD.



   

                   

ANYBODY FROM THE STRAIGHT PRESS

PICK UP ON THIS ?



   

                   

IF YOU'RE ASKING

IF ANYONE'S SUGGESTING



   

                   

THERE'S A SERIAL KILLER

FLYING AROUND OUT THERE,

THE ANSWER'S NO.



   

                   

BUT THE FAA AND COPS

ARE TRYING TO 

KEEP THIS HUSH-HUSH.



   

                   

HERE THEY ARE,

MR. MORRISON.



   

                   

WE NEED TO KNOW

WHICH ONE TO RUN,



   

                   

WE GO TO PRESS

IN    MINUTES.



   

                   

WHAT'S THAT ?



   

                   

IT'S TOMORROW'S 

EDITION...



   

                   

IF YOU WANT IT 

TO BE, THAT IS.



   

                   

SO...



   

                   

WHAT'S IT GONNA BE ?



   

                   

YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH.



   

                   

IS THAT A YES ?



   

                   

RUN IT.



   

                   

WHAT'S THAT, PLAN "B",

AS IN BLAIR ?



   

                   

NOT IMPORTANT.



   

                   

I WANNA RUN 

THIS GUY'S BACK TRAIL



   

                   

STARTING WITH THE

FIRST MURDER WE KNOW ABOUT,



   

                   

UP IN MAINE, 

RIGHT ?



   

                   

WHAT ABOUT YOUR 

NINA BRIGGS STORY ?



   

                   

FUCK NINA BRIGGS.



   

                   

NOT ME !



   

                   

THERE IS ONE 

SMALL PROBLEM, RICHARD.



   

                   

KATHERINE, I'M AFRAID

I HAVE SOME BAD NEWS.



   

                   

THE STORY IS MINE,

YOU GAVE IT TOME.



   

                   

LOOKS LIKE

HE'S TAKING IT BACK.



   

                   

I APOLOGIZE ABOUT THIS,

BUT DEES IS BACK ON THE STORY.



   

                   

NOW GIVE HIM YOUR FILES

IF YOU WOULD.



   

                   

MR. MORRISON,

IF I--



   

                   

PLEASE, I MADE MY DECISION,

JUST DO IT.



   

                   

THANK YOU, 

DEAR.



   

                   

I SUPPOSE 

YOU WANT THIS TOO ?



   

                   

I HAVE MY OWN 

PLANE, THANKS.



   

                   

HOW YOU DOING,

FRIEND ?



   

                   

DON'T BELIEVE 

I KNOWYOU,MISTER.



   

                   

MY NAME'S RICHARD DEES,

I'M A REPORTER.



   

                   

I WAS WONDERING IF I CAN

TALK TO YOU FOR A MINUTE.



   

                   

EZRA HANNON.



   

                   

I FIX THINGS AROUND HERE,

WORK THE PLANES.



   

                   

WHAT PAPER YOU SAY

YOU'RE FROM ?



   

                   

"INSIDE VIEW",

YOU KNOW IT ?



   

                   

OH, YEAH.



   

                   

MY WIFE MARTHA 

READS YOUR PAPER.



   

                   

AFTER SHE'S 

DONE WITH IT



   

                   

I USE IT TO LINE

OUR KITTY'S TOILET BOX.



   

                   

SOAK'S UP THAT 

CAT PISS REAL GOOD.



   

                   

THEN YOU WON'T MIND

ANSWERING A FEW QUESTIONS.



   

                   

YOU WANNA TALK TO ME 

ABOUT THE KILLING



   

                   

OF MY FRIEND CLAIRE BOWIE,

DON'T YOU ?



   

                   

HOW DID 

YOU KNOW THAT ?



   

                   

AIN'T NO OTHER REASON

CITY FOLKS VISIT THESE PARTS,



   

                   

EXCEPT SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS,

AND THIS WAS...



   

                   

REAL BAD.



   

                   

BUT I GOTTA 

TELL YOU,



   

                   

I ALREADY TOLD EVERYTHING

I KNOW TO THE POLICE.



   

                   

BUT, SEE,

I'M NOT THE POLICE.



   

                   

THIS'LL ONLY

TAKE A FEW MINUTES



   

                   

SO IF YOU 

DON'T MIND.



   

                   

I SUPPOSE 

IT'LL BE ALRIGHT.



   

                   

SPEAK LOUD AND CLEARLY 

AND YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED



   

                   

THE NIGHT THAT

CLAIRE WAS MURDERED.



   

                   

IT ALL BEGAN THE NIGHT

BEFORECLAIRE WAS MURDERED.



   

                   

THE NIGHT THAT BASTARD 

FLEW IN HERE.



   

                   

THAT PLANE WAS A 

BLACK SKY MASTER, RIGHT ?



   

                   

 - -  

WITH RED PIPING,



   

                   

TAIL NUMBER  - - 

BRAVO LIMA ?



   

                   

IT WAS ONE OF THEM  

SKY MASTERS ALRIGHT.



   

                   

AT LEAST 

I THINK IT WAS.



   

                   

I CAN'T SAY AS I REMEMBER

THE TAIL NUMBER...



   

                   

BECAUSE I DON'T.



   

                   

AIN'T THAT 

THE DAMNDEST THING ?



   

                   

DOESN'T MATTER.



   

                   

DOESN'T MATTER AT ALL,

YOU JUST GO ON AHEAD NOW.



   

                   

THE NIGHT SHIFT

BELONGED TO CLAIRE.



   

                   

QUIET MOST TIME,

BUT NOT THAT NIGHT.



   

                   

NO, SIR...



   

                   

NOT THAT NIGHT.



   

                   

( plane approaching )



   

                   

( Ezra )

MY SHIFT WAS OVER



   

                   

AND I WAS LOADING UP 

TO HEAD HOME...



   

                   

THAT'S WHEN 

HECAME DOWN.



   

                   

LET ME TELL YOU,

MISTER...



   

                   

RIGHT FROM THE GET-GO



   

                   

THAT FELLA 

DIDN'T SEEM PROPER.



   

                   

JUST SORTAOFF.



   

                   

( Richard )

WHY WAS THAT ?



   

                   

( Ezra )

HE WAS WEARING 

A BIG CLOAK.



   

                   

HE WAS.



   

                   

RED AS A FIRE ENGINE 

INSIDE,



   

                   

BLACK AS A WOODCHUCK'S

ASSHOLEOUTSIDE.



   

                   

AND WHEN IT 

SPREAD OUT BEHIND HIM,



   

                   

IT LOOKED LIKE A GODDAMN

BAT'S WING, IT DID.



   

                   

COME TO WORK ABOUT  :  

THAT NEXT MORNING,



   

                   

HEADED TO CHAT WITH CLAIRE

BEFORE HE WENT HOME,



   

                   

LIKE I ALWAYS DID.



   

                   

'MORNING !



   

                   

CLAIRE ?!



   

                   

( Ezra )

I GOTTA TELL YA...



   

                   

CLAIRE SEEMED A BIT

ODD THAT DAY...



   

                   

NOT QUITE HIMSELF.



   

                   

THIS SOME SORT OF

NEW SERVICE, CLAIRE ?



   

                   

CLAIRE ?



   

                   

JUST DOING 

MY PART IS ALL.



   

                   

SAW YOU HAD A 

NIGHT FLIER LAST NIGHT.



   

                   

THIS HIM ?



   

                   

YEAH.



   

                   

DWIGHT RENFIELD...



   

                   

FLEW IN 

FROM DERRY.



   

                   

NICE FELLA...



   

                   

DIFFERENT...



   

                   

SAID HE WAS 

LEAVING TONIGHT.



   

                   

SAID HE'D STOP BACK

TO SAY GOODBYE.



   

                   

( Ezra )

LOOKED LIKE 

HE CAME BACK ALRIGHT.



   

                   

CAN'T IMAGINE 

IT BEING ANYONE ELSE.



   

                   

CAME BACK AND RIPPED

MY FRIEND'S THROAT



   

                   

CLEAN OUT

FROM HIS NECK...



   

                   

AND LEFT HIM 

DEAD AS DIRT IN WINTER.



   

                   

UGLY WAY TO DIE.



   

                   

SO THE PLANE WAS THERE 

THE WHOLE DAY ?



   

                   

YEAH.



   

                   

DID CLAIRE MENTION 

CALLING A CAB



   

                   

FOR THE PILOT 

TO TAKE TO A MOTEL ?



   

                   

THERE DOESN'T 

SEEM TO BE ANY



   

                   

WITHIN 

WALKING DISTANCE.



   

                   

NO, I DON'T REMEMBER ABOUT

CLAIRE SAYING AWORD



   

                   

ABOUT CALLING

A FELLA A CAB.



   

                   

WHAT ABOUT 

A LIMO ?



   

                   

DIDN'T SAY NOTHIN'

ABOUT NO LIMO NEITHER.



   

                   

AND HE WOULD'VE 

MENTIONED THAT.



   

                   

CHECK TAXI,

LIMOUSINE SERVICES.



   

                   

SEEN ONE MORE 

THING, TOO.



   

                   

MIGHT NOT 

MEAN NOTHING,



   

                   

BUT THEN AGAIN 

IT MIGHT.



   

                   

STRUCKMEPECULIAR.



   

                   

SO GIVE...



   

                   

SEEN SOMETHING STRANGE 

UNDER THAT PLANE.



   

                   

I DID.



   

                   

TELL ME.



   

                   

BIG PILE OF DIRT



   

                   

RIGHT UNDER

THE LUGGAGE BAY IT WAS...



   

                   

NASTY STUFF,



   

                   

LIKE WHERE 

SOMETHING HAD DIED.



   

                   

YOU'RE GOING 

AFTER HIM,



   

                   

AIN'T YOU ?



   

                   

YOU BEST BE 

CAREFUL.



   

                   

THIS FELLA WHO

KILLED OLD CLAIRE,



   

                   

HE AIN'T NO MAN.



   

                   

THANKS FOR 

YOUR INPUT.



   

                   

NOT SCARY ENOUGH,

CLAIRE.



   

                   

( loud thundering )



   

                   

WHAT THE HELL 

ARE YOU DOING HERE, MISTER ?



   

                   

YOU SCARED THE SHIT

OUT OF ME, BUDDY !



   

                   

YOU DO THIS 

TO CLAIRE ?



   

                   

NO, I DIDN'T,



   

                   

BUT I THINK THE GUY WHO DID

JUST RAN THAT WAY.



   

                   

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE 

OR WHAT YOU WANT.



   

                   

WE RESPECT THE DEAD 

AROUND HERE, MISTER.



   

                   

I SUGGEST 

YOU DO THE SAME.



   

                   

YOU MIGHT BE JOINING CLAIRE

SOONER THAN YOUTHINK.



   

                   

REALLY.



   

                   

THANKS FOR 

THE ADVICE, TIGER.



   

                   

YOU'RE A REAL CREDIT 

TO HUMANITY.



   

                   

YOU'LL GET YOURS,

YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH !



   

                   

I ALREADY 

GOT IT.



   

                   

( thumping )



   

                   

( loud thump )



   

                   

I REALLY GOTTA DRINK

SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT.



   

                   

MUST'VE BEEN THAT KID

FROM THE CEMETERY



   

                   

AND HIS BOOZED UP 

BUDDIES



   

                   

EXERCISING THEIR

FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS



   

                   

ON MY MOTEL ROOM WINDOW,

FUCKING HICKS.



   

                   

IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT MORE

THAN THAT TO SCARE ME OFF.



   

                   

I CHECKED OUT

EZRA HANNON'S STORY

WITH THE POLICE,



   

                   

THEY BACKED UP EVERYTHING 

THE OLD GIN-HEAD HAD TO SAY.



   

                   

THEN I CALLED

THE DERRY AIRPORT



   

                   

WHERE THIS NUT-BAR

SUPPOSEDLY FLEW OUT



   

                   

AND THEY NEVER HEARD OF

A DWIGHT RENFIELD



   

                   

OR A BLACK SKY MASTER

WITH THAT TAIL NUMBER.



   

                   

SO WHERE THE HELL 

DID HE COME FROM ?



   

                   

AND WHY DIDN'T CLAIRE QUESTION

HIS MISSING FLIGHT PLAN ?



   

                   

THESE LITTLE HICK AIRFIELDS

ARE ALWAYS USED BY DRUG RUNNERS



   

                   

TO TRANSPORT 

THEIR SHIT.



   

                   

IF THE FAA FOUND OUT

THAT CLAIRE BOWIE



   

                   

LET MR. RENFIELD

IN SO EASILY



   

                   

THEY'D SHUT HIM DOWN

FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY



   

                   

"BUM-FUCK COUNTY.

MAINE".



   

                   

I GUESS CLAIRE DOESN'T 

HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT NOW.



   

                   

ALDERTON, NEW YORK 

IS NEXT.



   

                   

SEE WHAT OTHER MISCHIEF

OUR CAPED CRUSADER



   

                   

GOT HIMSELF INTO.



   

                   

YOU MAY NOT 

KNOW IT YET, DWIGHT,



   

                   

BUT YOU'RE GONNA BE

MY ONE WAY TICKET 

BACK TO THE FRONT PAGE.



   

                   

( money shuffling )



   

                   

( man )

YOU'RE A VERY 

GENEROUS MAN, MR. DEES.



   

                   

( Richard )

ONLY WHEN 

I HAVE TO BE.



   

                   

MUST'VE BEEN A MIGHTY MAN

GOT BUCK KENDALL.



   

                   

GUY MUST'VE 

GOT HIM FROM BEHIND,



   

                   

THAT'S THE ONLY WAY 

I CAN FIGURE IT.



   

                   

WHY DO YOU 

SAY THAT ?



   

                   

BUCK WEIGHED

AROUND    .



   

                   

AN EASY MAN

MOST OF THE TIME,



   

                   

GOD-FEARING 

CHRISTIAN.



   

                   

BUT IF YOU DID GET HIM RILED

HE MADE YOU SORRY.



   

                   

YOU GOT HERE 

RIGHT IN TIME.



   

                   

I WAS JUST ABOUT

TO SEW HIM UP.



   

                   

DAMN THAT GLUE !



   

                   

I HOPE THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN

DURING THE WAKE.



   

                   

IS THIS WHAT

YOU WANTED TO SEE ?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

THATIS.



   

                   

( Ezra on tape )

And he kept on washing

that damn plane.



   

                   

So I said,



   

                   

Saw you had 

a Night Flier last night.



   

                   

So I said,



   

                   

Saw you had

a Night Flier.



   

                   

Night Flier.



   

                   

NIGHT FLIER.



   

                   

SWEET.



   

                   

( phone ringing )



   

                   

( man )

This is Morton.



   

                   

IT'S DEES.



   

                   

WHEREAREYOU,

RICHARD ?



   

                   

ALDERTON, 

NEW YORK.



   

                   

Oh, Buck Kendall

territory.



   

                   

GOT MY PICTURE OF THE 

NIGHT FLIER'S SECOND VICTIM,



   

                   

UP CLOSE, PERSONAL 

AND DEAD.



   

                   

DON'T WORRY, HE'S OF AGE,

I CHECKED HIS I.D.



   

                   

WE'RE CALLIN' HIM

THE NIGHT FLIER NOW, NOT BAD.



   

                   

Mr. Renfield is not

your typical count.



   

                   

HOW'S THAT ?



   

                   

THERE WERE TWO BIG WOUNDS

ON KENDALL'S NECK.



   

                   

I'M NOT TALKING LITTLE

BELA LUGOSI BITE MARKS,



   

                   

I'M TALKING ABOUT 

MASSIVE HOLES.



   

                   

THIS GUY'S EITHER GOT TEETH

THE SIZE OF BIG FOOT



   

                   

OR HE'S RUNNING RAILROAD SPIKES

INTO THEIR NECKS.



   

                   

THIS IS GREAT SHIT !



   

                   

THE FATTIES IN

THE SUPERMARKET LINES



   

                   

ARE GONNA 

LOVE THIS GUY.



   

                   

GOD, I HOPE 

HE KILLS MORE PEOPLE !



   

                   

FAX ME YOUR COPY,

SEND THE PICTURES !



   

                   

KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS,

IT'S NOT READY YET.



   

                   

IT'S GONNA 

GET BIGGER.



   

                   

IT'S GONNA GET WEIRDER

I CAN FELL IT.



   

                   

SEND ME WHATEVER

THE HELL YOU GOT !



   

                   

WE ALREADY RAN THE TEASE, 

YOU KNOW THAT !



   

                   

IT'S NOT GONNA

BE READY FOR NEXT WEEK,



   

                   

YOU GOT THAT ?



   

                   

YOU'LL GET 

YOUR STORY



   

                   

when I decide it's time

to give it to you.



   

                   

IN THE MEANTIME STAY 

THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE.



   

                   

I'M FLYING OUT OF

DUFFREY TOMORROW.



   

                   

I'LL CALL YOU WHEN

I THINK I HAVE SOMETHING.



   

                   

IDIOT.



   

                   

WORKING LATE ?



   

                   

JUST TRYING TO HIT 

THAT DEADLINE, BOSS.



   

                   

THE PSYCHIC DOGS OF THE STARS

PIECE IS REALLY TOUGH.



   

                   

WE'RE CALLING HIM THE

NIGHT FLIER NOW, BY THE WAY.



   

                   

I'M SORRY,

MR. MORRISON,



   

                   

I JUST COULDN'T 

LET IT GO.



   

                   

I'M NOT 

ASKING YOU TO.



   

                   

BUT YOU'RE NOT GONNA FIND

ALL THE ANSWERS



   

                   

IN THIS ELECTRONIC

BOX OF YOURS.



   

                   

THEY'RE OUTTHERE.



   

                   

DO YOU WANT THIS STORY

BACK, KATHERINE ?



   

                   

YOU KNOW I DO.



   

                   

THEN TAPE THAT TICKET

OF YOURS BACK TOGETHER.



   

                   

DEES NOT RUN THIS PAPER,

IDO.



   

                   

BRING ME THE NIGHT FLIER

AND THE BYLINE'S YOURS.



   

                   

BUT I'LL

TELL YA SOMETHING,



   

                   

IF YOU WANNA 

BEAT DEES,



   

                   

YOU GOTTA PLAY

THE GAME LIKE DEES.



   

                   

YES.



   

                   

( sirens )



   

                   

SHIT !



   

                   

LOOKS LIKE 

BONUS DAY.



   

                   

MOVE IT ALONG, PAL.



   

                   

WE GOT ENOUGH 

PROBLEMS HERE.



   

                   

I SAID 

MOVE IT ALONG, BUDDY.



   

                   

GET YOUR HANDS 

OFF ME, PAL.



   

                   

I'M THE 

FUCKING PRESS !



   

                   

JUST DON'T GET

IN THE WAY, ALRIGHT ?



   

                   

BUCK KENDALL WAS

A ONE NIGHT STAND FOR YOU.



   

                   

YOU FLEW IN SHORTLY

AFTER   :   ON THE   rd,



   

                   

SPIKED OL' BUCK DEAD



   

                   

AND TOOK OFF AGAIN

INTO THE UNFRIENDLY SKIES.



   

                   

THAT'S NOT THE NORM

FOR YOU, IS IT, PAL ?



   

                   

YOU LIKE TO LINGER.



   

                   

WHY ?



   

                   

MAYBE MOST TIMES YOU WAIT AROUND

UNTIL YOU'RE REALLY HUNGRY



   

                   

BUT POOR OL' BUCK

WAS A MIDNIGHT SNACK.



   

                   

YOU BEEN GETTING

UNDER MY SKIN, FELLA.



   

                   

DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THIS STORY'S

ABOUT TO LET ME GO,



   

                   

THAT'S OKAY, 'CAUSE 

I'M NOT LETTING GO EITHER.



   

                   

IT'S FUNNY,

WHEN YOUGIVEBLOOD...



   

                   

THE MOST YOU CAN EXPECT

IS A CUP OF ORANGE JUICE.



   

                   

BUT WHEN YOUTAKEBLOOD,



   

                   

YOU GET HEADLINES.



   

                   

SICK FUCKER.



   

                   

FILL IT UP ?



   

                   

HIGH-TEST,

IF YOU PLEASE.



   

                   

I'M LOOKING FOR

THE DUFFREY AIRPORT.



   

                   

CAN YOU TELL ME 

HOW TO GET THERE ?



   

                   

SURE I COULD.



   

                   

AIN'T GONNA DO YOU NO GOOD,

THE PLACE IS CLOSED UP.



   

                   

I KNOW, I TRIED TO LAND THERE

THIS MORNING,



   

                   

HAD TO LAND IN 

WASHINGTON NATIONAL INSTEAD.



   

                   

THEN YOU MUST KNOW

ABOUT THE SARCHES.



   

                   

THAT'S WHY 

I'M HERE.



   

                   

TRYIN' TO FIND OUT 

MORE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED.



   

                   

YOU A COP 

OR SOMETHING ?



   

                   

SOMETHING LIKE THAT.



   

                   

SO YOU KNEW

THE SARCHES ?



   

                   

HELL, YEAH,

I KNEW 'EM.



   

                   

ACTUALLY SAW RAY AND HIS WIFE

THE DAY THEY WERE MURDERED.



   

                   

THEY STOPPED IN HERE ON

THE WAY HOME THAT AFTERNOON.



   

                   

I COULD TELL RIGHT AWAY THERE

WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEM.



   

                   

WHAT DO 

YOU MEAN ?



   

                   

RAY LOOKED ALL

TIRED AND PALE



   

                   

LIKE HE WAS

SICK OR SOMETHING.



   

                   

BUT, ELLEN,

SHE WAS LOOKING FINE.



   

                   

I ALMOST DIDN'T 

RECOGNIZE HER.



   

                   

LET'S GO, RAY.



   

                   

HONEY.



   

                   

HE'S WAITING 

FOR US.



   

                   

SELIDA DONE ELLEN UP

REAL GOOD.



   

                   

WHO ?



   

                   

SELIDA McCAMON.



   

                   

SHE WORKS OVER IN TOWN

AT THE BEAUTY BAR.



   

                   

THAT'S SOMEBODY

YOU SHOULD BE TALKING TO.



   

                   

SHE BEEN PASSING ALONG SOME

MIGHTY STRANGE STORIES SHE HAS.



   

                   

( Richard )

DID YOU NOTICE ANYTHING

OUT OF THE ORDINARY ?



   

                   

JUST THE FACT 

THAT ELLEN'S VISITS



   

                   

WERE USUALLY AS REGULAR

AS CLOCKWORK.



   

                   

AND THIS TIME SHE CAME IN

AT LEAST TWO WEEKS EARLY.



   

                   

THAT MIGHT NOT MEAN 

ANYTHING TOYOU.



   

                   

BUT FOR ELLEN SARCH

TO BREAK A ROUTINE



   

                   

SHE'D BEEN FOLLOWING

FOR THE LAST    YEARS,



   

                   

IT WAS 

DOWNRIGHT ODD.



   

                   

HOW DID ELLEN

SEEM TO YOU ?



   

                   

DREAMY SOMEHOW.



   

                   

LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL

WITH A CRUSH.



   

                   

   YEARS OLD OR NOT,



   

                   

HER COLOR WAS SO HIGH

I THOUGHT IT WAS MAKEUP.



   

                   

WILL IT 

BE THE USUAL, EL ?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

SOMETHING DIFFERENT

THIS TIME.



   

                   

A PERM, I THINK.



   

                   

AND MAYBE...



   

                   

A LITTLE BIT

OF COLOR TOO.



   

                   

AND AS I 

WORKED ON HER,



   

                   

ELLEN TOLD ME ABOUT THAT PILOT

WHO FLEW IN THE NIGHT BEFORE.



   

                   

I KNEW THEY'D 

NEVER MET HIM.



   

                   

BY THE WAY 

SHEWAS TALKING



   

                   

IT WAS LIKE HE WAS

A LONG LOST FRIEND.



   

                   

RAY AND ELLEN WELCOMED HIM

WITH OPEN ARMS



   

                   

INTO THEIR HOME.



   

                   

THEY EVEN 

HAD DINNER,



   

                   

ACTUALLY WATCHED 

A LITTLE TELEVISION.



   

                   

THE NEXT MORNING

ELLEN CAME TO SEE ME.



   

                   

SHE WANTED 

TO LOOK SENSUOUS.



   

                   

SHE WANTED 

TO LOOK BEAUTIFUL.



   

                   

SHE WANTED 

TO LOOK YOUNG.



   

                   

COULD YOU LOOK 

THIS WAY, PLEASE ?



   

                   

THANKS, HON.



   

                   

( cop )

WHEN YOU FBI BOYS

FIND THIS SON-OF-A-BITCH



   

                   

GIVE HIM A SWIFT KICK

IN THE TEETH FOR ME.



   

                   

RAY AND ELLEN

WERE GOOD PEOPLE.



   

                   

TELL ME ABOUT 

THE MURDERS.



   

                   

TELL ME ABOUT WHAT 

YOU FOUND AT THE TRAILER.



   

                   

NOTHIN' LOOKED OUT OF

THE ORDINARY AT FIRST...



   

                   

'TILL WE 

STEPPED INSIDE...



   

                   

( cop )

RIGHT AWAY WE KNEW 

SOMETHING WAS WRONG.



   

                   

IT WAS THE SMELL...



   

                   

WE FOUND 

RAY FIRST,



   

                   

SPRAWLED OUT 

AT OUR FEET...



   

                   

HARDLY ANY BLOOD

ON HIM AT ALL...



   

                   

SOMETHING ELSE

WAS MISSING TOO.



   

                   

( Richard )

WHAT'S THAT ?



   

                   

( cop )

HIS HEAD.



   

                   

IT WAS SITTING OVER IN 

THE FAR CORNER OF THE ROOM,



   

                   

STARING TOWARD 

THE OPEN DOORWAY.



   

                   

AS IF THERE WERE 

ACTUALLY SOMETHING TO SEE.



   

                   

NEVER SEEN NOTHING 

LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE.



   

                   

AN FAA WARNING FOR THIS GUY 

WAS POSTED ON THE WALL.



   

                   

AND HE WAS THERE ALL NIGHT,

AND ALL THE NEXT DAY,



   

                   

AND STILL THEY DIDN'T

BLOW THE WHISTLE ON HIM.



   

                   

IT JUST 

MAKES NO SENSE...



   

                   

POOR ELLEN.



   

                   

I CAN STILL 

SEE HER NOW.



   

                   

SHE WAS LYING THERE

PALE AS SNOW.



   

                   

EVERY DROP OF

HER BLOOD GONE TOO.



   

                   

BUT GODDAMN IF SHE

DIDN'T LOOK AT PEACE.



   

                   

ALMOST HAPPY, LIKE IT

WAS WHAT SHE WANTED.



   

                   

( Richard )

WERE THERE ANY STRANGE PUNCTURE

MARKS ON THEIR BODIES ?



   

                   

HOLES ?



   

                   

( cop )

THERE WERE HOLES

ALL RIGHT.



   

                   

HOLES BIG ENOUGH

YOU COULD SIPHON FROM.



   

                   

WHICH IS WHAT

WE FIGURED HE DID.



   

                   

HOW HE DIDN'T SPLASH BLOOD 

ALL OVER THE ROOM



   

                   

IS ANYBODY'S 

GUESS.



   

                   

WHAT KIND OF FUCKING GAME

IS THIS ANIMAL PLAYING ?



   

                   

I WISH SOMEBODY

WOULD TELL ME THAT.



   

                   

( fierce growling )



   

                   

NICE PUPPY.



   

                   

THAT'S A 

GOOD BOY.



   

                   

I DON'T FUCKING

BELIEVE THISSHIT.



   

                   

( horn blowing )



   

                   

( Richard )

THE BLOOD STOPS HERE,



   

                   

UNTIL DWIGHT SPIKES AGAIN,

THE TRIAL'S COLD.



   

                   

( Morrison )

Anything new

in Duffrey ?



   

                   

Richard,

you still there ?



   

                   

NO, IT'S MORE

OF THE SAME.



   

                   

THIS MANIAC DEFINITELY HAS 

AN INFLUENCE OVER THESE PEOPLE.



   

                   

A LOT OF SERIAL KILLERS

CAN CHARM THEIR VICTIMS,



   

                   

BUT THIS GUY'S

GOT IT IN SPADES.



   

                   

Did you pack 

your garlic ?



   

                   

YEAH, RIGHT NEXT TO

MY CRUCIFIX.



   

                   

IT'S TIME TO HIT THE PHONES, 

I NEED TO FIND THAT PLANE.



   

                   

IF ANYTHING COMES OVER THE WIRES

GIVE ME A CALL.



   

                   

I'M STAYING AT 

THE FALLING STAR MOTEL.



   

                   

YOU GOT IT.



   

                   

WHEN HELL 

FREEZES OVER.



   

                   

SORRY TO KEEP YOU

HOLDING, KATHERINE.



   

                   

( Katherine )

I don't feel comfortable

bribing police officers.



   

                   

IT TAKES PRACTICE,

YOU'LL GET THE HANG OF IT.



   

                   

Yeah, I guess so.



   

                   

WHERE ARE YOU STAYING

IN CASE I NEED YOU ?



   

                   

The Falling Star Motel,

room    .



   

                   

YEAH ?



   

                   

I HEAR IT'S

A PRETTY NICE PLACE.



   

                   

GOOD LUCK,

KATHERINE.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

GOD, I LOVE 

THIS JOB.



   

                   

( hysterical laughing )



   

                   

EXCUSE ME.



   

                   

HARD DAY ?



   

                   

HARD LIFE.



   

                   

YOU'RE NEXT,

DWIGHT.



   

                   

WHAT'S THIS SHIT ?



   

                   

YOUR FRIEND AT THE END OF 

THE BAR ORDERED IT FOR YOU.



   

                   

THAT'SFUNNY.



   

                   

HE WAS JUST THERE

A SECOND AGO.



   

                   

WHAT DID 

HE LOOK LIKE ?



   

                   

COULDN'T TELL,



   

                   

HE WAS ALL DRESSED UP 

FOR HALLOWEEN OR SOMETHING !



   

                   

WHAT'D HE SAY ?!



   

                   

JUST TO BRING YOU

THE DRINK.



   

                   

WHERE'D HE GO ?!



   

                   

I DON'T KNOW !



   

                   

MISTER, 

BACK OFF !



   

                   

( flapping sound )



   

                   

FUCK YOU, DWIGHT !



   

                   

I'M NOT STOPPING,

FUCK YOU !



   

                   

OH, MY GOD.



   

                   

DEES.



   

                   

WHAT THEFUCK 

ARE YOU DOING HERE ?



   

                   

TAKING BACK 

MY STORY.



   

                   

MORRISON PUT YOU 

UP TO THIS ?



   

                   

I DON'T SEE WHAT THAT

HAS TO DO WITH ANYTHING.



   

                   

MORRISON SENT YOU DOWN HERE

TO PISS ME OFF.



   

                   

HE'S FUCKIN'

WITH YOU.



   

                   

I DON'T 

BELIEVE YOU.



   

                   

I DON'T 

GIVE A FUCK !



   

                   

GO ON HOME BEFORE

YOU REALLY MAKE ME MAD.



   

                   

I DON'T NEED

SOME BITCH CUB REPORTER

SCREWING UP MY LEADS.



   

                   

I DON'T NEED YOUR LEADS, 

I HAVE MY OWN.



   

                   

IS THAT RIGHT ?



   

                   

MM-HMM.



   

                   

I HAVE A COMPLETE SET

OF POLICE REPORTS



   

                   

FROM THE CUMBERLAND COUNTY'S

SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT.



   

                   

I TRACKED DOWN A VERY

COOPERATIVE CLERK



   

                   

FROM THE FAA OFFICES 

IN WASHINGTON.



   

                   

AND I HAVE ALL THREE SETS

OF AUTOPSY PHOTOS !



   

                   

LIKE I SAID, I'M TAKING

THIS STORY HOME.



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

YOU'RE JUST 

PLAYING CATCH-UP.



   

                   

WHAT ARE YOU 

GONNA DO NEXT ?



   

                   

I HAVE MY IDEAS.



   

                   

WHERE YOU GOING ?



   

                   

WAIT, WE'RE 

TALKING HERE.



   

                   

JIMMY, WHY DON'T WE CUT THIS

COMPETITION BULLSHIT ?



   

                   

YOU WANT ME TO

TELL YOU THE TRUTH ?



   

                   

I'M DRY.



   

                   

SO ARE YOU,

RIGHT ?



   

                   

DWIGHT WAS HERE,

HE JUST LEFT.



   

                   

HE'S FLYING

RIGHT THIS MINUTE,



   

                   

HE'S GONNA HAVE TO COME DOWN

SOONER OR LATER.



   

                   

HE'S BEEN VERY LUCKY 

THREE TIMES ALREADY.



   

                   

HOW MANY MORE TIMES YOU THINK

THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN



   

                   

BEFORE THIS STORY 

BREAKS WIDE OPEN



   

                   

AND WE LOSE HIM 

FOR GOOD ?



   

                   

YEAH, SO,

WHAT'S YOUR POINT ?



   

                   

MY POINT IS THIS...



   

                   

WE GOTTA GET A LEAD

ON THIS GUY SOON



   

                   

OR WE'RE FUCKED.



   

                   

TWO PEOPLE CAN DO THAT 

KIND OF WORK FASTER THAN ONE.



   

                   

I'LL TELL YOU 

WHAT I'M GONNA DO.



   

                   

THIS IS THE BEST DEAL 

YOU HAD ALL DAY.



   

                   

IF YOU WORK WITH ME 

ON THIS...



   

                   

I'LL SHARE

MY BYLINE.



   

                   

HOWVERY 

GENEROUS OF YOU.



   

                   

YOU LAUGH.



   

                   

YES, I DO.



   

                   

IT'S AS GOOD 

AS IT GETS, BABY.



   

                   

THE TRUTH IS,



   

                   

IF IT COMES DOWN

TO JUST ME OR JUST YOU,



   

                   

IT'S GONNA BE ME



   

                   

ALL THE WAY.



   

                   

SO WHAT 

DO YOU THINK ?



   

                   

YEAH, THAT'S WHAT

I NEED TO KNOW FROM YOU.



   

                   

IT'S  - - 

BRAVO LIMA.



   

                   

OKAY, THANKS,

FORNOTHING.



   

                   

PLEASE CALL ME 

IF YOU SEE IT.



   

                   

OKAY, BYE.



   

                   

YES, I KNOW THERE'S 

A FUCKING FAA WARNING



   

                   

IN EVERY 

FUCKING AIRPORT,



   

                   

I ASKED IF YOU 

SAW THE FUCKING THING !



   

                   

YES, I'LL HOLD.



   

                   

NO, I WON'T HOLD.



   

                   

HIS NAME IS 

DWIGHT RENFIELD.



   

                   

JESUS, YES !



   

                   

RENFIELD, DWIGHT !



   

                   

RENFIELD !



   

                   

DWIGHT RENFIELD,

ARE YOU DEAF ?!



   

                   

BASTARD !



   

                   

BITCH !



   

                   

ANYTHING ?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

YOU ?



   

                   

HELL, NO.



   

                   

WHAT ABOUT THAT ?



   

                   

HE'S NOT GONNA HIT WILMINGTON,

IT'S WAY TOO BIG.



   

                   

UH-HUH.



   

                   

( phone ringing )



   

                   

( man )

Wilmington Control,

this is Bill.



   

                   

HI BILL, THIS IS

MERTIN MORRISON WITH THE FAA.



   

                   

I WAS WONDERING 

IF YOU COULD HELP ME OUT.



   

                   

Always interested in helping

the FAA any way possible.



   

                   

What can I 

do for you ?



   

                   

WE'RE CALLING ALL

THE COASTAL AIRFIELDS



   

                   

LOOKIN' FOR AN AIRCRAFT

WE BELIEVE IS INVOLVED



   

                   

IN SOME 

ILLEGAL ACTIVITY.



   

                   

THIS PARTICULAR PLANE

IS A SKY MASTER  - - .



   

                   

We got lots of those,

very reliable.



   

                   

THIS IS ABLACK

SKY MASTER  - - 



   

                   

WITH RED PIPING, 

TAIL # - -  BRAVO LIMA.



   

                   

HAVE YOU SEEN 

THE PLANE, BILL ?



   

                   

SIR, HAVE YOU 

SEEN THIS PLANE ?



   

                   

SIR ?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

( dial tone )



   

                   

HE WAS LYING.



   

                   

YEAH, HE WAS.



   

                   

NOW WHAT ?



   

                   

NOW WE GET OUR ASSES

TO WILMINGTON.



   

                   

IT'S TIME TO BAG

THIS PRICK, GO PACK.



   

                   

I'LL BE BACK 

IN TWO MINUTES.



   

                   

DEES ?



   

                   

WAY TOO EASY.



   

                   

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?

LET ME GO !



   

                   

DEES !



   

                   

DEES !



   

                   

OPEN THIS DOOR !



   

                   

DEES !



   

                   

OPEN THIS DOOR !

WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY ?!



   

                   

DEES !



   

                   

THANKS FOR 

YOUR HELP, JIMMY.



   

                   

BUT I DON'T 

SHARE MY BYLINE,



   

                   

AND I'M NOT SHARING

THE NIGHT FLIER EITHER.



   

                   

HE'S ALL MINE.



   

                   

OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR

RIGHT NOW !



   

                   

DEES, SHIT !



   

                   

WHAT DID 

YOU TELL ME, DEES ?



   

                   

THESE STORIES 

CAN GET TO YOU.



   

                   

THEY CAN CREEP INSIDE

LIKE SOME KIND OF CANCER.



   

                   

ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU

WARNED ME ABOUT ?!



   

                   

ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU SAID

HAPPENED TO DOTTIE WALSH ?!



   

                   

SORRY, JIMMY,

YOU LOSE.



   

                   

SEE YA ON 

THE FRONT PAGE.



   

                   

DEES !



   

                   

SHIT !



   

                   

GOD, FUCK !



   

                   

LOOK OUT, LADIES

AND SENSATION SEEKERS,



   

                   

A VERY BAD MAN 

IS COMING YOUR WAY.



   

                   

YOU'LL READ HIS REAL NAME

AND FORGET IT.



   

                   

BUT THAT'S OKAY,



   

                   

BECAUSE YOU'LL REMEMBER 

MYNAME FOR HIM.



   

                   

A NAME THAT'S GONNA PUT HIM

UP THERE WITH JACK THE RIPPER



   

                   

AND THE CLEVELAND

TORSO MURDERER



   

                   

AND THE BLACK DAHLIA.



   

                   

YOU'LL REMEMBER 

THE NIGHT FLIER.



   

                   

COMING SOON TO A 

CHECKOUT COUNTER NEARYOU.



   

                   

( controller )

This is Runway  - 



   

                   

descendant 

maintain     .



   

                   

ROGER, FLIGHT HEADING

 - - 



   

                   

LEAVING SIX

FOR     



   

                   

 -  DELTA ROMEO.



   

                   

We got some nasty 

weather down here.



   

                   

WILMINGTON, THIS IS

 -  DELTA ROMEO,



   

                   

YOU GOT A SKY MASTER  - -  

DOWN THERE ON THE RAMP ?



   

                   

TAIL # - -  

BRAVO LIMA ?



   

                   

( static )



   

                   

WILMINGTON THIS IS

 -  DELTA ROMEO,



   

                   

DID YOU GET

MY LAST TRANSMISSION ?



   

                   

( people screaming )



   

                   

( screams continue )



   

                   

GODDAMNIT, WILMINGTON,

TALK TO ME !



   

                   

WHAT'S GOING ON 

DOWN THERE ?!



   

                   

( evil voice )

Dees.



   

                   

DWIGHT.



   

                   

Turn around while

you still can, Richard.



   

                   

I don't 

want you here.



   

                   

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE,

I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO.



   

                   

DWIGHT, 

YOU IN THERE, BUDDY ?



   

                   

( wind howling )



   

                   

( woman screaming )



   

                   

FUCK.



   

                   

NO MORE.



   

                   

( vomiting )



   

                   

( footsteps approaching )



   

                   

( zipper unzipping )



   

                   

( urinating )



   

                   

( evil voice )

I'VE BEEN 

WATCHING YOU, DEES.



   

                   

I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU

VERY CLOSELY.



   

                   

YES, I KNOW YOU,

YOU SEE.



   

                   

I KNOW...



   

                   

ALL ABOUT YOU.



   

                   

I TRUST YOU 

NOW UNDERSTAND



   

                   

THAT YOU CAN NEVER WRITE

WHAT YOU KNOW...



   

                   

CAN NEVER REVEAL

WHAT YOU HAVE SEEN.



   

                   

OPEN YOUR CAMERA,

NOW !



   

                   

YOU'RE REAL.



   

                   

SO ARE YOU,

FOR NOW AT LEAST.



   

                   

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE,

MY WOULD-BE BIOGRAPHER.



   

                   

OPEN YOUR CAMERA

ORI'LLDO IT !



   

                   

YOUR APPETITE FOR BLOOD

INTRIGUES ME.



   

                   

WE HAVE A LOT 

IN COMMON, YOU AND I.



   

                   

PERHAPS YOU

NEED ME, DEES.



   

                   

BUT THERE ARE OTHERS 

WHO NEED ME AS WELL.



   

                   

DON'T FEAR 

FOR YOUR LIFE, DEES.



   

                   

I HAVE NO INTENTION

OF KILLING YOU.



   

                   

AFTER ALL,



   

                   

WE ARE BROTHERS IN BLOOD,

ARE WE NOT ?



   

                   

THIS SAD WORLD 

WOULD BE MUCH SADDER



   

                   

WITHOUT THE 

LIKES OFYOU.



   

                   

BESIDES,



   

                   

I'VE FED 

WELL TONIGHT.



   

                   

SOVERYWELL.



   

                   

BUT LISTEN CLOSELY,

MY INQUISITIVE FRIEND.



   

                   

BECAUSE I SAY THIS

ONLY ONCE.



   

                   

DO NOT FOLLOW ME 

ANYMORE,



   

                   

OR I WILL SWALLOW 

YOU WHOLE.



   

                   

THAT MUCH...



   

                   

I PROMISE.



   

                   

DWIGHT !



   

                   

I NEED TO 

SEE YOUR FACE !



   

                   

SHOW IT TO ME, 

DWIGHT !



   

                   

SHOW IT TO ME.



   

                   

I SUPPOSE IT WAS

INEVITABLE.



   

                   

YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME

ALL YOUR LIFE.



   

                   

IN THE MORGUES,

IN THE GRAVEYARDS,



   

                   

IN THE FACES OF

THE DEAD AND DYING.



   

                   

YOUR WHOLE EXISTENCE 

HAS BEEN A SEARCH FOR ME.



   

                   

WELL, HERE 

I AM, MY FRIEND.



   

                   

AM I NOT ALL 

THAT YOU HOPED FOR ?



   

                   

AM I NOT ALL THAT 

YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BE ?



   

                   

( loud growling )



   

                   

BELIEVE IN ME, RICHARD,

FOR IAMREAL.



   

                   

YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW

WHAT HELL WAS LIKE.



   

                   

NOW YOUWILLKNOW.



   

                   

( voices whispering )



   

                   

( girl sobbing )



   

                   

YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO DO

TO GET THIS, RICHARD ?



   

                   

I HAD TO PULL IT 

OUT OF ME.



   

                   

IT WAS SO COLD,

RICHARD.



   

                   

SO COLD.



   

                   

RICHARD, COULD YOU

LOOK THIS WAY ?



   

                   

I'M DROWNING,

RICHARD.



   

                   

I'M DROWNING.



   

                   

I THOUGHT MAYBE

WE COULD BE FRIENDS.



   

                   

LET ME 

BE YOUR FRIEND.



   

                   

YOU'VE BEEN HERE

BEFORE, RICHARD.



   

                   

AND YOU'LL

BE HERE AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

AND AGAIN.



   

                   

DWIGHT !



   

                   

NO WAY, BABY !



   

                   

IT AIN'T HAPPENING !



   

                   

FREEZE, 

ASSHOLE !



   

                   

DROP IT !



   

                   

YOU TOO.



   

                   

I'LL CUT YOU TOO.



   

                   

AAHHH... !



   

                   

AAH !



    

                   

WHO ARE YOU ?



    

                   

KATHERINE BLAIR.



    

                   

REPORTER...



    

                   

"INSIDE VIEW".



    

                   

PLEASE JUST, 

KEEP YOUR DISTANCE.



    

                   

"NEVER BELIEVE

WHAT YOU PUBLISH...



    

                   

NEVER PUBLISH

WHAT YOU BELIEVE."



    

                   

WHAT A 

SICK BASTARD.



    

                   

WHO THE FUCK 

IS THIS GUY ?



    

                   

HIS NAME IS 

RICHARD DEES.



    

                   

WE CALL HIM 

"THE NIGHT FLIER".



    

                   

SORRY, DEES.



    

                   

YOU LOSE.







  

  

  

 
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