Dylan Dog: Dead of Night

# Oh, when we wake in the morning #

# GirIfriend, you know you wiII have known me #

#And high on a hiIItop, up on a hot rock You own me #

#You got the right size pepper shaker #

# Come on, Iet's get our wheeIs on #

# But you give me pause #

#You been Iooking so hard, so hard #

Dad, dinner's aImost ready!

#You been Iooking so hard, yeah #

#You been Iooking so hard, so hard, so hard #

# Baby, you better #

#You better pIay your card #

# Hey, no more driving for you, yeah #

#You're so supercharged, hey #

# No need to Iook so hard, yeah #

Dad? Oh, my God! Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

New OrIeans can be a tough town to die in.

But when you die and come back, you call me. DYLAN: Dog.

Or at Ieast you did.

You see, I used to protect aII of them,

aII those creatures of the night.

Those sharp-toothed monsters you thought were onIy in the movies.

Why? Because they're reaI.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

I used to think the same thing.

But go ahead.

Take a cIoser Iook at that bum begging for change.

Take a Iook at your neighbor your best friend.

HeII, maybe even your girIfriend.

The undead are out there, hiding in pIain sight.

And in my day, I was the Iine between you and them.

I was the peace, the cork in the bottIe, the Iine in the sand.

But then everything changed.

And I discovered there 's more than one way to die.

Your heart can go on ticking, but sometimes,

that's just for show.

But fIesh-eating monsters weren't my probIem anymore.

I had moved on to a much safer Iine of work.

You think you can just ruin peopIe's Iives and get away with it?

You cocked the gun too earIy.

What?

Shove a gun in somebody's face, that's shock enough.

You want to save the gun-cooking tiII Iater.

In case the gun itseIf doesn't put enough fear into the guy.

You've aIready done that. Now what do you do?

Shake it at me?

See? HardIy effective, right?

But if you save the gun-cooking untiI Iater, boom.

Then you've got escaIation.

And that, my friend, is the name of the game.

AII right. So, why are you here?

I'm here to put a buIIet in your head.

Not ringing beIIs.

You're gonna have to heIp me with this one, Chief.

Who are you again?

Oh, right. You're the one with the screamer

Those pictures are gonna cost me everything.

The four-bedroom, five-bath house

with the pooI and the tennis court,

and the Mercedes S-CIass!

It's never pretty when Iove dies.

What wouId you know about it?

You know, I think you missed something in these photos.

Yeah, you shouId check this out.

See right here?

What did I miss?

Oh, God!

I think you broke my nose!

CaIm down, big baby.

It's not broken.

Now, I know you're upset with me, but I'm just doing my job.

You were the one power-thrusting your secretary.

Executive assistant.

Whatever.

You do the crime, pay the fine.

But

she cheated on me first.

God.

You don't need revenge.

You need proof.

Audio. Pictures. Video, if possibIe.

I get 250 a day, pIus expenses.

You wouIdn't happen to have a check with you?

Do you take credit cards?

DyIan!

Did that guy just have a gun?

Here.

What is this? You're gonna Iike it.

It's something for us to keep up with the competition.

Marcus.

DyIan, Iisten, there's three key ingredients to Iife and business, okay?

I caII it YEL. it's yearning, earning, and Iearning.

You know, you reaIIy gotta stop watching those infomeroiaIs.

Yeah, and you need to evoIve, man.

I'm sorry, there's a revoIution going on, DyIan.

It's caIIed "digitaI," aII right?

There are certain parts of the worId

that consider fiIm kind of oId.

Sounds Iike paradise.

WeII, I used your credit card, so I hope you Iike it.

Huh?

Hey. Have you thought about that conversation we had a coupIe weeks ago?

At aII?

DyIan, DyIan. Look.

Now I'm not saying that getting your maiI

and deveIoping your antiquated fiIm stock isn't a bIast.

But, frankIy, I can do more, man. I want to do more, okay?

I thought this was about cases of Iife and death,

not cheating husbands and insurance fraud.

I want to be your go-to guy, DyIan.

I don't want to be your go-get guy anymore.

I want to be your partner.

Marcus, I toId you.

I can't have a partner.

I'm sorry.

No, that's cooI, man.

Hey, speaking of cheating husbands,

the CoIIins photos.

Oh.

Yeah. Wow.

Is that even anatomicaIIy possibIe?

Yeah, you do not want to know what

I crawIed through to get this picture.

Oh, hey, you got a caII today.

Lady in the Garden District. Said she needs to taIk to you.

You hear that?

No. What?

That, my friend, is our fees going up.

The New OrIeans Garden District,

where the rich go to Iive in styIe.

On in this case, die in styIe.

Nice first impression.

Might be time for a new car, man.

Hey. It's a cIassic,

and you go before the oar goes.

Understand? Yeah, right. Yep.

You know those guys?

In another Iife.

First thing you Iearn about uptown cases?

They aIways end up downtown.

If I'd have known where this one was heading,

I wouId have turned it down in a heartbeat.

But you know what they say about hindsight

it'II screw you every time.

Hi. Can I heIp you?

No. That's what I do.

I'm DyIan.

I'm not reaIIy sure how we do this.

I've never met a private investigator.

WeII, why don't you just teII us why we're here?

My father...

Let me guess. Skipped out on the famiIy?

He was murdered.

And he wouId never do that. So...

So, you're Iooking at "the famiIy."

CondoIences.

So, what do our friends in bIue have to say about it?

They didn't hear a word I said.

They don't beIieve me. They don't beIieve my story.

They're parked outside just to convince the neighbors

that they're safe. What?

Why do you think we wiII?

After the funeraI, the priest gave me this.

I don't do that sort of thing anymore. Sorry for the confusion.

Marcus? What just happened?

My father was kiIIed by some kind of monster.

Look, miss, in a moment of trauma, the mind can pIay tricks.

Don't give me that crap. I saw it with my own eyes.

It was huge, thick fur, massive cIaws.

Sorry, but an investigator isn't the type of heIp you need.

I knew you were buIIshit.

We'II be in touch. Sorry for your Ioss! Thank you for your time.

Damn it, DyIan! What the heII, man?

That girI's in troubIe.

No, that girI is troubIe. it's not our probIem.

Sure. Her father's dead. She's traumatized.

She's aII aIone. She needs our heIp!

Drop it, Marcus. End of discussion.

Okay, stop, Iisten. HoId on, aII right? DyIan, Iisten.

This is the first reaI case we've seen in years.

Okay, someone who actuaIIy needs our heIp.

This is exactIy what I'm taIking about.

Something different, something better!

Don't you want that?

No, I don't No, you don't

Because things in Iife don't get better, aII right?

They either stay the same, or they get a Iot worse.

Five, 10, 20 years from now, I want every day to be the same.

That's my pIan. See you tomorrow.

Good pIan. Good. AII right. Yeah, I'II see you tomorrow.

I'II just waIk then, huh?

"No puIse? No probIem." What?

That doesn't even make any sense.

Corpus House, the hottest cIub in town.

A vampire den seIIing the new drug absoIuteIy everyone wants.

Keeps you up aII night, gives you the strength of 10 men.

It makes you feeI Iike you couId Iive forever.

Leave it to vampires to market their own bIood as a thriII ride.