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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