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On the next Nightmare, someone stopping by with the power to stop time, a

passion, and a plan to destroy Nightmare.

Coming up next.

out there at night, huh?

It's spots on the sun. Well, that's true. This is the highest incidence of

sunspot activity ever recorded. All kinds of airborne transmissions are

being interrupted by... Hey, this is Clark.

I'm on Highway 55, approaching the junction at Cedar City.

I load a widescreen TV, products for retail value, uh, 50 big ones.

18-wheeler.

Blue cap.

Yeah, look for the Gladstone trucking logo in red and yellow.

You betcha.

You hurt?

It's me.

It's going to hurt a little bit.

Hey, if you're 10 grand, I can bleed a little.

Make it look good, all right?

You better not.

Finish him.

911? That name's hard.

I've just been hijacked.

Yeah, Highway 55.

Junction 84.

They better send an ambulance.

I'm gonna hurt pretty bad.

Nice performance.

Who the hell are you?

Conscious.

Now, let's talk.

I gave him a loan for $10,000.

All right? Yeah, yeah, I got that. But why tell us this?

It's my conscience.

The, uh, I mean, it's been bothering me. A lot.

Oh, yeah. Oh, geez.

Here. I'm supposed to give you this.

No, no, no. Something doesn't add up here.

You've got to wait clean.

What are you afraid of?

Okay, it's the guy in the cape, all right?

Nightmare. I don't want him to hunt me down and hurt me.

Taking the law into his own hands again. He the one who gave you the beating?

No, no. He didn't lay a finger on me.

Sure. Look, I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me who you turned

your truck over to.

Look, I swear, I don't know.

I was given a number.

I was supposed to call with a description of my load.

And, uh, that's exactly what I did.

Answer it.

Uh... Hello.

For you.

Lieutenant Branca, who is the... You can find the rest of the gang waiting for

you in the warehouse at Branch Street and Harbor.

You have a good night, Lieutenant.

Listen to me, you crazy...

It was a nightmare, wasn't it?

What a guy.

Hey, I don't want to hear it now.

All right? This guy is as guilty of breaking the law as these hijackers.

He's a loose bolt ready to sheer off and hurt somebody.

She's right. He is nuts.

You can't have assault and battery committed at anyone's whim.

I'm going to go check something out. Hey, hey, hey, easy, easy.

Still, you've got to admit, I mean, the guy... Hey, hey, we're done talking, all

right? I've had up to here with this one-man vigilante.

I just don't buy what he's selling, all right, Sergeant?

Okay, Lieutenant.

Take care of this.

See you later.

Compliments me.

You are simply exquisite.

And what would make your life truly complete is me.

What I need more than anything in my life right now is you

Let me see if I got this right.

You three guards lost four bags containing a quarter of a million

dollars in cash in front of this bank, broad daylight, with 20 or so

eyewitnesses, all of whom claim they saw nothing happen.

How about it?

Okay, no shots fired. No apparent intruders into the scene.

The book would say this is an inside job. What do you think?

Any confessors?

No takers, huh?

All right, one by one. Now, let's get an APB out of that limo that everyone says

drove away at just about the time of the crime.

Got it, Lieutenant.

Now then, which one of you was carrying the money again?

I was.

Any insanity in your family?

Just kidding.

All right, let's retrace your route from inside the bank up to the fabulous

moment you first realized you dropped or lost the money.

Go.

Sunspots continue to dominate the news, throwing much of the world's

communications into a state of chaos.

Fires that leak miles into the air off the sun.

These sunspots are getting pretty serious. They're wreaking havoc on

satellite transmissions all over the place.

Sunspots block out satellites?

Well, mainly just our ability to send signals to and from them, and nobody can

predict when or why these disruptions are going to happen.

Another good reason to get back to basics, like music.

Everything is linked to satellites these days, man, from hospitals to air traffic

control. I mean, you can't just roll back the clock on technology, unless, of

course, you wanted to live 100 years ago.

You're probably right.

You know anyone that's into time travel?

I don't believe I've ever met

anyone quite as riveting as you.

I can't explain it.

Well, I wish I could take all the credit.

But you're picking up on some very compelling energy forces at the moment.

Which you'd explain how?

I'm a space traveler.

Oh, do you have one of those little saucer things?

No, I made the trip to Earth magnetically, using the argument time

-walk. Time-walk?

Mm-hmm.

You see, in layman's terms, my trip here a million light-years is

all but instantaneous.

Once you make adjustments to the small surplus of Earth time to be burned off

one way or another.

Oh, I'd kill to have some time to burn.

Really?

Could you help me peel off five years?

Oh, I'm afraid the quantum time gap of a visit to Earth is only an hour.

Time gap?

Mm-hmm. A surplus of 60 minutes that doesn't exist on Earth.

Mind you, it has to be burned off before the return trip.

An extra hour that doesn't exist.

Yes. What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Yeah. Why don't I show you? Okay.

Good Lord, how did you do that?

I used a few seconds of my 60 surplus minutes to change positions.

Why didn't I see you?

My extra time exists between the spaces of your time.

And I can use it whenever I choose.

Why do I get the feeling that none of this is real?

That whoever you are is all one giant amusement.

Don't be perfectly honest, darling.

I enjoy my little excursions here a bit more than I'm supposed to. You see, I

have this weakness.

It's almost human.

And what is that weakness, my time prince?

Perfect women.

Live to your weakness.

I'd like to see some ID, please.

What seems to be the problem, officer?

Are you the owner of this vehicle, ma'am?

Yes, I am.

My name's Estelle Waldrop.

What do we

have,

Sergeant? The vehicle matches the description of the APB from the robbery.

Occupant claims to be the owner.

It's Del Walder. Your ID seems to check out. Thank you, officer.

I'll take it from here.

I'm really not in the habit of being accosted like a common criminal, miss.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant Branca.

May I see your ID, too, please, sir?

Excuse me, officer. This gentleman here happens to be my guest.

What exactly is the purpose of your detaining me?

An armored truck was robbed in front of a bank a short while ago. Your car was

seen abruptly leaving the scene.

Well, I always leave a bank abruptly after making a transaction, don't you?

Your ID, please, sir.

It's been delightful in this wardrobe.

I really must be going.

However, I would love for you to join me for that music we just discussed.

Shall we say, House of Soul?

Eight o'clock?

Other than our date, you'll forget we ever met.

And as for the rest of you, you won't remember I even existed.

Uh, well, you're...

ID appears to be in order, Mrs. Waldrop.

Sorry to bother you.

Would you mind telling me your whereabouts during the past two hours?

Well, I left home to go to the bank, which is where I'm coming from now.

Thank you.

Sorry about the inconvenience.

Something wrong, Lieutenant?

Yeah.

Yeah. It was a robbery today that made no sense at all.

And neither did how I just handled that whole situation.

Fine.

Anyone need a cup?

Not today.

Good. Just fine.

I

hope

yours don't look better than mine.

Don't worry, I have no intention of doing it.

Sunspots.

Come again?

Raleigh's theory is an abnormal eruption of sunspots is the reason for any

weirdness we might encounter while they last.

It's no joke.

People accept the fact that the moon controls everything from ocean tides to

people's mood swings, right?

Well, that's nothing compared to the sun. We live and die by her outpouring.

Oh, the sun is suddenly a she, huh?

Of this I don't believe.

What's up?

This female son of yours, is she into practical jokes?

It's still a ball drop.

You know her?

Well, he's too modest to say that. She's hired him to play several of her society

gashes en route to trying to play him.

Uh-huh.

And who's Mr. White?

I want you to introduce me to my friend.

I guess we'll find out.

Well, well, we meet again.

Good evening.

Johnny, I'd like you to meet Paul Pentecost.

Paul's a space traveler.

He'll fit right in.

He's also a big fan of jazz.

Oh, good.

Something you'd like to hear?

Yeah, I'm rather fond of Too Close to the Sun.

Okay.

Enjoy the show.

Ladies and gentlemen, the star of our show, House of Soul's own Johnny Domino.

Well, Johnny, I sense you have a secret.

Shall I show you some of mine?

It's a good thing to share secrets, isn't it, Johnny?

What shall I call you?

Nightmare.

You know, on my previous journeys here, I've missed a suitable adversary.

Someone to play games with.

I think we should play, don't you?

Do you enjoy challenge, Nightman?

Alive? Oh, dear.

I said it's still a set, but one tune is coming in a little thin.

My party's on the move.

Does nobody care about our primary business here?

Can we get back on stage?

Thanks.

Hey guys, how about as time goes by?

It's me.

Raleigh, what are you sneaking up on me for?

What are you doing sneaking into your own place?

The suit.

Somebody knew exactly how to get in here, but who?

Pentecost. He sent me a message when I was on stage.

By message, you mean request?

By message, I mean a challenge.

The guy in the white suit wants to challenge you to what?

Seriously, what do you think he's up to?

It came from me.

Nightmare.

Hello? Anyone here?

Hey, Riley.

Riley?

You left the door open.

Uh, yeah, I, uh... Listen,

that Pentecost character, did he come this way?

No, I haven't seen him.

Hmm. Wasn't backstage either, and I was only a few steps behind him.

That's weird.

John here?

No. No, Johnny's not here.

Well, he couldn't be on stage, because... he would have had to pass me.

Right.

Sunspot.

Sunspot.

Yeah, that's what this is all about. People aren't themselves. Johnny, this

Pentecost, people are liable to do anything.

Bronca.

Where?

No, no, don't touch anything until I get there.

Yeah, right. Okay.

Look, when John shows up, tell him I had to run out on a call.

Looks like we may finally have this Nightman character.

Oh, is that the whole message?

I mean, he may want to know what you mean by that.

I just got a tip as to where we might find Nightman's secret lair.

Great.

Later.

See ya.

Take away, Nightman.

In here, Nightman.

Right on time.

What's the matter?

Picking up bad vibes, are we?

Negative energy, perhaps.

I am.

Merely a matter of perspective, Nightman.

Positive and negative energies are one and the same.

It's all in how you look at it.

The opposite side of the creation coil.

It's like we'll have to reschedule.

What a shame.

Damnedest thing you ever saw, Lieutenant.

You sure got his story by now.

Yeah, I thought you were Nightman's biggest fan.

Yeah, well, I can't very well admire a common thief, now can I?

So, this is his secret lair, huh?

Yeah, the seats are actually real fine. Check this out.

Okay, now, he must have emptied the sacks right here, getting away with one

quarter of a million dollars.

So, you were right all along.

He is nothing but a common sinner.

Myth or real? Hero or hoaxman? The truth may finally be known as police report

finding evidence pointing to Nightman as the leading suspect in an armored car

robbery. An APB has been issued along with a quarter of a million dollar

reward from a newly formed citizens group.

Law enforcement officials fear this large cash bounty might make it open

season on the mysterious mass crime.

This is really bad.

Who would do this and who posted that reward?

The guy who stole the money posted the reward.

Pentecost.

Well, whatever the grudge against you, he just made your operating as Nightman

virtually impossible.

Maybe that was the point.

What point?

Who in their right mind would risk stealing a quarter of a million dollars

in broad daylight just to give it away as a reward?

It's not about the money.

It's about stopping Nightman.

Well, you know what? I think Nightman should stop for a while.

It's one thing to go up against a criminal element in Bay City, but now

you've got the entire police department against you, along with the rest of the

population.

And I'll have the cops raid my place if we don't get those suits back.

The other demonstrations of defense systems back to you are pretty slim.

Now you're thinking like a scientist.

Both of our fingerprints are all over those suits.

When everything analyzed from the source of the material, the systems, to DNA

runs on every fiber, follicle, and perspiration circuit.

And I want it all by the morning.

You sure that's all you want by morning?

You're right. Get a print man in here, too.

Since when do you run the world?

Oh, and don't forget to put these suits under maximum security in between each

and every test you run.

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know it's quitting time.

The lieutenant playing overachiever again.

She thinks she's going to solve a big one by dawn.

Trust me, Chuck. She's going to talk herself right out of this place.

And get this.

She wants me to lock up the suits between tests in my own lab.

Like, what, are they going to walk out of here?

For somebody who's just about to nail Nightman, you don't seem too pleased.

We're going to nail someone, but not him, because he didn't do it.

Still won't get it, huh?

Look, I don't believe in citizens taking the law into their own hands. Sooner or

later, that can lead to bad things happening to innovative people.

That doesn't mean I ever thought of this flying overdose of testosterone as being

a common criminal.

Far from it.

Until now, I have to admit, I've admired some of his instincts.

Not that much different than a good cop.

The distinction is, he doesn't wear a badge. So we've got to shut him down.

Lieutenant? Yeah?

I seem to have a little problem.

Let's hear it.

They're back.

Where is he? Over there. Be careful. Not only don't we know who he is, we don't

know what he is.

Whatever he is, he came here for me.

Johnny, I'm flattered.

I've never had this much attention from you before.

Why don't you join us?

Sunspots. That's how you get here.

By way of the sun.

Well, he's on the way.

Del, would you mind? I'd like to talk to Pentecost alone.

Am I being dismissed?

Only temporarily, darling.

I'll see you shortly.

Ah, well, I'm sure I'll be quite satisfied regardless if we win.

How

much

time do we have?

Did you really retain everything I showed you?

You have control of the time.

That's how you could be where you weren't during the robbery.

And you've picked up all of this by reading my thoughts. Amazing.

And that your intentions are evil.

I can't help myself.

Negative energy in human form, by definition, must be evil.

She's lovely.

My proposition is simple.

Join me on the dark side.

And if I refuse?

May I remind you, the police are closing in on Nightman.

And if I so choose, I'll have him involved in something so heinous they'd

be compelled to hunt him down and shoot on sight.

What we have here is a decision to be made.

Put Nightman to work for me, or watch him go down in a bloody hail of gunfire.

It's quite simple, really.

At the club, by the way.

I want him followed.

Need backup. Call me.

I hear you have an interest in Mr. Pentecost.

Yep. There's something about him I can't quite put my finger on.

I know him from someplace.

Must be cop instinct.

He was there at the armored car robbery.

He told you that?

And he's up to something that'll make the robbery look like a traffic

violation.

Thanks. We're on him.

If he turns out to be more than a space case mouthing off, I'll owe you one.

I thought you were just a jazz musician.

Darling? Hmm?

How would you feel about being kidnapped and being held for ransom?

Before or after dinner?

You offer?

Pentecost found a way to exist between space and time in our world.

A quantum time gap between his world and ours.

He can actually go off the clock and exist in a hole in our time.

That's how he could be at the scene of the robbery and not there at the same

time.

And now he's trying to control Nightman.

Or destroy him.

So you know what he has planned?

He made a point of giving me a clue.

Hello, me darling.

Well, thank you, darling.

Well, how positively gothic.

What is this place, some wild new club?

It'll make your hair stand on end.

Lieutenant, you'll never guess where this Pentecost just led us.

No time for guessing games, Nan.

Okay, okay, I just can't believe that he would take a girl like that to the power

station.

Pentecost at Nightman's Hideout, huh?

Exactly. Maybe they're in this together. All right, look, I'm on my way.

Keep your eyes open for Nightman, but don't make a move until I get there.

Copy that. Over, Lieutenant.

You know, this is starting to feel just a little creepy.

You've no idea.

Someone get me down!

You know something, darling?

I think this looks like a job for Nightman.

Oh, my God.

I hope you know what you're doing. I know what he's planning to do. I just

don't know how. I'd say that's the important part. He's got 60 minutes to

play with. The way to destroy him is to use that time against him.

If I've guessed right, I'll know his weakness at the right moment. How?

He's going to tell me.

And if he doesn't? Oh, he will.

Any sign of Nightman?

No, nothing. We have got a serious situation here, Lieutenant.

Attention up there. This is the police.

You have the building surrounded. There is no way out.

You'd be surprised, Lieutenant.

But first, there is the matter of the ransom to be discussed.

Shall we say five million dollars?

I'm not in a position to negotiate any ransom.

Well, nor am I for that matter. Not until my partner gets here anyway.

The near bag in here.

You've gone down the wrong road this time, my miss.

I repeat, there is going to be no ransom.

Yes, there is.

You call my father, I'll have your back removed.

Good job.

Did you have a falling out?

You are committed to this rescue, Nightman.

Their high-powered rifles will pick you off before you get within two feet of

me. I thought you wanted me on your side.

I don't believe that's your choice.

Don't make us shoot, Nightman.

They're going to kill you, Nightman. And after I'm through, they won't have any

other choice.

You keep talking about time as if it's your only strength.

Is it possible it's also your only weakness? Time is always on my side.

But I can make it work for you, Nightman.

At the moment of truth, I can leave you here, Lord of Evil, in all its powerful

glory.

What are you doing?

Taking off my suit, giving you the power.

And so be it, Nightman. You end here and now.

Stripping your power in the hail of gunfire. Your choice.

Five, four, three, two...

You and me now.

You okay, Pentecost?

Looks like you passed out for a minute.

Or maybe it was more than a minute.

This meeting has ended.

I'll give you another option.

Why are you so anxious to deal? I'm not anxious to deal.

You're not going anywhere either.

What's the problem?

Out of time?

Out of all time I meet. I don't think so.

You don't know the rules, nice man.

What if I picked him up from you?

What if I used your quantum time against you?

How long was I out?

Too long.

Show me!

My guess is that when your 60 minutes is up, you won't be able to get back.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not one of you.

I'm a gun.

No!

It's my turn to deal. All right.

Name it.

Anything. I can't stay in this godforsaken planet.

You've got 20 seconds to undo everything.

Bring us back to the moment you arrived.

Yes,

yes, yes. God.

You're thinking 20 seconds.

There's enough time to destroy me and still make it home.

Ten seconds to count.

Nine. All right, all right!

You can find the rest of the gang waiting for you in the warehouse at

Branch Street Harbor.

You have a good night, Lieutenant.

Listen to me, you crazy...

It was Nightman, wasn't

it? What a guy!

Hell on wheels.

I'm going after them. On the next Nightmare. You've got to turn back. This

is not an option.

Top secret technology.

If you open your mouth about any of this, I will kill you. In the hand, on

the feet of rollerblade renegades.

I don't think these folks are going to give up without a fight.

I'm betting on the good guys.

Next Nightmare.

Coming next week.