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And tonight, he faces a baptism by fire.

You're on the air.

I'm gonna kill myself, Jack.

But before I do, I'm gonna take her with me.

Hey, I'm sitting in her apartment right now, waiting.

The police better, Jack, not some radio show.

She walks through that door, I pull the trigger twice.

You want me to tell you what it's gonna be like if you pull that trigger?

We got some suicidal, homicidal, every kind

of cidal maniac on the air with a nighthawk.

Talk to me right now!

Well, well, well, look who's finally home.

You're running out of time, Jack.

L-O-V-E.

Yes.

Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha.

Think of a cultural artifact.

Eleven letters.

Do Randy's know it?

Ink-a-dink-a-dink.

Yeah, that doesn't fit.

Get everyone to sign this petition.

There is no way old man Allard can ignore us anymore.

I don't know, sweetie.

All I can say is good luck.

Thank you.

Appreciate you listening.

Well, well, well, look who's finally home.

Have a good night.

You too.

Oh, and say hi to Donnie for me.

I will.

Ancient Druid sporting ritual.

Whatever happened to baseballs, babe?

Nothing wrong with the way you move, babe.

So, did you see any shows for me the other day?

Yeah, one.

What, Manilow?

Or one of them frou-frou-day-poverty extravaganzas?

Manilow? No.

This, uh, this Dutchman...

What was he, one of them guys that makes elephants turn into motor scooters?

No, he's a guy at a craft table.

Got a hooker to the right of him, a hooker to the left of him, hookers all around him.

Charging the night brigade.

Right?

So the Dutchman was on a roll.

No, I was on a roll.

And the Dutchman is getting rich.

I must have held the dice for 45 minutes, made nine or ten passes,

and this guy made 75 hundred grand.

So how'd you make out?

I won a few bucks, nickel and dime stuff.

But then, when it's over, the Dutchman flips me a 500 dollar chip.

Then, like a genius, I go to the sports book, I blow the whole wad on the niners.

Bam!

So, the, uh, Dutchman share anything else with you, Jack?

The gentleman never says.

The gentleman never asks.

You gonna give me a ride to the station, or what?

Yeah, I'm parked over by the hospital cab zone.

Good night, Marv.

Talk to you later, Jack.

Hey, Billy.

Nice of you to join us, Jack.

What? I'm not late.

Only about 13 seconds to air.

See?

Look at this stuff.

Ten seconds.

Five, four, three, two, boom!

It's the midnight hour, and this is Jack Killian, the Nighthawk.

My man, Billy Poe, the producer, the, uh, the hyper-hip maestro of the macabre.

Ooh.

Did you like that, Billy? That sounded like a real radio guy there.

For a second.

Uh, anyway, my man, Mr. Poe, hands me this, uh, file when I walk in here tonight.

Uh, his thoughts on how we should spend the next three hours.

And it's filled with stories of forensic dentistry.

Now, that is the medical art in which one

identifies badly mutilated or decomposed corpses

by checking for overbites and second-rate bridge work.

That's delightful stuff, Billy.

Uh, you sure you're not related to Edgar Allen, Poe?

No?

Nah.

You don't spell your name the same way.

Anyway, um, tonight's show is about gambling.

Should it be legalized here in California or even right here in San Francisco?

The lines are lit up, and we're gonna take our first call right after this.

I'm sorry, I just don't get it.

Don't get what?

The appeal of those radio talk guys you hired, Devin.

Like Killian.

They're the antidote to television, Edward.

You mean Jack Killian's the cure for Vanna White?

I mean that Jack gives people a sense of community.

With Jack, there's a shared experience.

All right, I'll buy that.

But who are these people that share this experience?

Anybody.

Like maybe the women who wander into your office in search

of an overpriced divorce attorney to stroke their ego.

Or whatever else happens to be convenient.

Don't get personal.

Jack is personal, Edward. Very personal.

That's what it's all about.

Jack is there for people.

When Jack Killian is on the air, Edward, even you are not alone.

One more time.

He sniffed you, Sporty. Is that what you're saying?

Yeah. Yeah, he left the country, I think.

He went to Mexico or Delaware or someplace.

That's bad, Sporty.

And all this time I thought there was honor among thieves.

Come on, you're a cop, Jack. You should know better than that.

That's better now. Just relax.

10, nurse station 2 West.

Doctor 10, nurse station 2 West.

Well, down at the parish, we just don't approve of gambling.

Well, let me ask you something. Do you run a bingo game down there at the church?

Every Wednesday night. It's one of our best fundraisers.

Well, case closed. In my book, hypocrisy is original sin.

I'm down at 3750. You guys are acting like a bunch

of high school kids looking for the vice principal.

Anybody mind if I show a movie?

Hey, guys, can you keep it down?

Good hands, Pete.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, man.

Just real excited to talk to you, Jack.

Anyway, Jack, I just want you to know that me and the boys couldn't

agree with you more about that police thing you were saying.

Yeah, well, you know, I think it's just a damn crime to

waste a taxpayer's money and a police department's time.

It's a travesty of justice is what it is, Jack.

Especially when they got dumb S.O.B.s like Jockaman

drawing inside straights and trying to bluff the crowd.

Hey, Jockaman, did you hear that? You're famous, Jockaman.

Well, you know who wants to keep this gambling thing illegal, don't you?

The airlines that fly you to Reno and Vegas and Atlantic City.

Oh, I'm getting a signal here from Billy Poe,

so we'll be right back after these messages.

Nice timing, Jack. You look at your rundown once in a

while, maybe you'll see we got an airline spot coming up.

Hey, Billy.

What?

Who said I didn't look at my rundown?

And it is Hank.

Hank, you're on a midnight caller.

Yeah, I'd like to talk about gambling, too.

You're gambling with someone's life.

Whose?

Mine.

I'm talking about suicide.

I don't really think I'm your guy for that,

Hank. I don't have much experience in that field.

But if you're really looking for help, why don't you dial 555-4357. That's 555-HELP.

That's a suicide stop line, okay?

Alright, we go to San Rafael. Alright, let's talk about legalized gambling.

Real sensitive guy there.

Somebody calls up crying for help and your hero Killian disconnects him.

Typical cop.

The caller was probably just some crazy guy trying to stir up trouble.

Ladies and gentlemen, I guess that settles

all accounts. I will be taking my leave now.

By the way, anybody know where Carmen is?

Flying down to Rio.

Oh, right, I forgot. Okay, good night, boys.

Why do I always get the feeling if the lieutenant

ever loses, he'll be back in here with the vice squad.

Bustin' us.

You're on the air with the Nighthawk, Jack Killian.

You shouldn't have hung up on me like that, Jack.

It's Hank again.

Let's talk about suicide.

I loved her, Jack.

I gave her everything I had to give, but...

that bitch just dropped me, just...

left me in the dump like I was disposable.

Like I was something you use and you throw out.

Bitch.

Have you talked to her about it?

Yeah, I'm sitting in her apartment right now, waiting.

When she comes home, I'll talk to her about it.

And when I'm done talking, there's not gonna be any more talking,

because there's gonna be nothing more to have to say.

I'm gonna kill myself, Jenny.

But before I do, I'm gonna take her with me.

Are you with me, Jack?

Yeah, Hank, I'm with you. I'm with you all the way.

Good, good.

Because I want you to know something.

What's that, Hank?

I'm serious.

I'm dead serious.

Look, Hank, just be cool.

You can talk about this as long as you want, you know.

I'm pretty sure that I know how you feel.

You do, huh?

I needn't be surprised.

A lot of guys have been through something like this.

I don't think so, Jack.

Not with someone like her.

With who, Hank? Tell me her name.

You think I'm stupid.

I tell you her name, you find out where I am.

It's all over.

No, it'd just be a lot easier to talk about her if I had a name to call her.

Life's a bitch, then you die.

It's like your show, Jack.

You know, some nights I can't sleep, so I stay up and I listen.

Frankly, Jack, your act's getting a little stale.

So I figured I'd call on it, you know, liven things up a bit.

Is that your idea of a joke?

Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.

You're missing my point, Jack.

The point is, talk is cheap, just like her.

But I'm not just talk, Jack.

Yeah, I know.

You sure know a lot, Killian.

For a guy who doesn't know anything...

Come on, man, it's me, Deacon.

You know what I like about this?

Well, look, you heard what's going on on the radio, right?

What?

Well, look, you're the telephone company, man.

Reach out and touch someone?

Look, you gonna run the trace for me, man?

Well, what do you gotta wait for the police for?

What about the public's right to know?

Oh, look, man, this is a big, a big damn story we're talking about here.

We got some suicidal, homicidal, every kind of cidal maniac

live, on the loose, and on the air with the Nighthawk.

Okay?

Okay, look, you're right, you're right.

You can't do anything illegal. You can't.

But, I tell you what.

The second you run the trace for the cops, you call me.

You call me, man. Deal?

Anything you want.

Forty-niners tickets?

No, I can't do that.

Dinner?

Dinner! Dinner!

You name the place, meal's yours, tab's mine.

Pleasure doing business with you, man.

You call me, right?

You call me, man?

You call me, right?

Call me, man.

Squirming.

Squirming sounds like a guy who likes to be in charge, losing control.

Sounds like a guy who's hearing something he doesn't expect.

I cannot believe you don't have a car phone, Edward.

Mobile, cellular phone, Edward?

Come on, Jack.

Right now, I'm playing the cards you dealt me.

And those cards tell me that

maybe I know what you're going through.

You know, you keep saying that to me, Jack, but do you?

I mean, do you really know what I'm going through?

I mean, do you know what it's like when a

when a woman walks into your life and everything changes?

Hank?

Hank, you still there?

Everything changes, Jack.

Just like that, she walks out.

After the way she made me feel so good,

then she hurt me so bad.

She just tossed me away.

She'd probably just as soon see me dead now, but

I remember, Jack.

I remember the way she used to caress me,

the way she used to touch me.

Like nobody ever touched me before.

There was this day.

It was a cool breeze blowing.

And the boat was cutting through the water.

And the wind,

it was making this noise.

I mean, I don't know, it was cheering for us.

Like the crowded candlestick

when Clark goes to bed at night.

It was deep.

Man, it was special.

It is special.

It still is special.

If it was special before, it can be special again.

You gotta trust me on that.

Lieutenant Zondorf?

Hey, Marge.

You been listening to Killian?

Nope. Why?

Some guy is on there live

saying that he's gonna shoot everybody

who walks in the room and then do himself.

Where?

On the radio call.

Killian situation, right?

Uh-huh.

So, what are you doing?

Uh-huh.

Oh.

That's very good, Antin.

Tell me something, Antin.

Did you get somebody to take a sergeant's exam for you?

Uh-huh.

Look, I'm going down to the radio station.

I'll call you from there.

Doing great. Don't worry about words.

Just keep on going.

Billy, what's going on here?

Can you get me up to speed?

Oh, hello, Devin. Good to see you.

I'll go call the police.

Nice to see you too, Billy.

Billy.

Guess what's going on.

This guy called in. Killian's handling it like a pro.

They already called the cops.

Okay, good. Is that it?

That's it.

Well, what about the press, the media?

Devin, we are the media.

And even better, tonight, we're the story.

The rest of them will figure that out soon enough.

You know, this time of night,

I think what he feels is an overpowering sense of loneliness.

As if someone died?

No. No, I think it's more overpowering than that.

I think it's as if he died,

except that he's remained conscious and aware

throughout the whole experience.

I feel for him.

I feel for all of them.

And I'm not sure I understand.

I've been doing this for a while,

and I'm not sure I understand.

Listen, every once in a while,

go in there and check on him.

And if he can't sleep,

just work on him the way I did.

Let him know that he is still alive

and there's something to fight for and to care about.

I'll try my best. I'm sure he'll do fine.

Good night. Good night.

Just make sure they're ready to move out.

As soon as we get an address,

I want a perimeter set up.

This girl is not getting home.

You understand me.

How can I talk to Killian?

That won't work, son.

Billy showed the lieutenant how to use the P.L. to the studio.

Friends care.

How about brothers or sisters, Hank?

You got any brothers or sisters?

A brother.

You want me to find him?

Maybe it'll help if you talk things out with him.

What are you, Jack?

One of those, what do they call them in the seance?

Medium?

Why?

Because you're going to have to be one

if you're arranged to have me talk to my brother.

He's dead?

Yeah, yeah.

He came home from the war in a body bag.

Sorry.

That's okay.

It wasn't so bad, you know.

Because he got killed, you know, I didn't get drafted, so...

You know, maybe he saved my life.

Which is just great, because I got so much to live for.

You feel bad about it?

About what?

Living when your brother died.

You're starting to sound like a shrink.

Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't want to do that, Hank.

You know, I do that, I'm on in the middle of the day.

You know, doing three hours daily

on the plight of the bored and lonely housewife.

Excuse me, Hank.

Hold on a second.

I'm going to catch my breath here, okay?

Doing great, Jack, great.

Just keep him talking.

We're running a trace on the line.

It should be in place in a few minutes.

Okay, good.

Just one quick suggestion.

Why don't you try to find out about this shrink he's talking about?

It might help us get a fix on him.

Look, I'm doing everything I know.

Let's make a deal here.

You do your job and I'll do my job here, okay?

This is my job, Jack.

A man with a gun is threatening to kill two people

live and in stereo on your radio show.

You're damn right this is my job.

And your ego is not going to get in the way.

Hank, here he is.

Sorry, Hank.

We're going to be back on the air here in a few minutes.

Hey, Killian, what the hell is going on over there?

Are you trying to keep me on the line

long enough to trace this call?

Come on, Hank.

You know, the first rule of radio is not to cough on the air.

Hey, Jack, you know, I might be crazy,

but I'm not stupid.

Thanks for your understanding.

We'll get you next time.

Okay, we've cleared all the lines.

So why are all these lights flashing?

You sure we can't keep a line open so that he can get through?

Positive. I'll screen all the calls as fast as I can

and in the meantime, you vamp.

Those are all the calls that have come in

in the last 30 seconds.

Well, at least you've got the city's attention.

So how do we know which one is our man?

Pick him up one at a time and go,

Hank, is that you?

That won't work.

No kidding.

Comedian.

Miss King, we've got a problem downstairs.

What's that?

Well, there are a bunch of reporters and television crews

saying they want to come up here

so they can cover the story.

Now, I've got a man down there

holding him off the best he can.

Edward, can you do me a favor and take care of this?

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

Skipping a copy, Billy.

That's fine.

Five, four, three.

This is Jack Killian, the Nighthawk,

on KJCM Radio 98.3 on your FM dial.

You know, Hank,

I thought we were getting somewhere.

I thought we were developing a rapport,

but I guess I was wrong.

Now, I figure there's either one or two things

going on here.

Either you don't have the courage

or the character to deal with this,

or you were a fake.

And there's only one way to prove me wrong.

You call me back and we deal with this

one-on-one.

Now, we're going to take a break now

and give you a chance to call in.

You know the number.

Check out, Jack.

Two loons making threats and four chicks

volunteering to date him.

They go for that sensitive suicidal act

every time.

That's it?

Once he hung up, you lost the trace?

Son of a...

Whatever happened to the new computerized

telephone company, huh, amigo?

Yeah, great, why don't you call

San Quentin, buddy?

Permanent trace was the only way to go.

What is that, Billy, 12 to 12?

Lucky 13.

I think we're going to keep him on the line

before we get a good number.

Depends, right now the computer is running

a trace on every call that comes in

to the radio station.

If we get lucky and it picks his call

first, two, three minutes.

20 seconds.

And if we don't get lucky?

Could be a real long night.

It already has been, lieutenant.

All right, Billy, I'm taking over.

I'm going to screen the calls myself.

On the air?

On the air.

I'm on your FM dial.

You know, Hank, I've been thinking

about you some more, and my guess is

that you really want to talk,

but you've probably been calling

and getting a busy signal.

The problem is that you're big news

and everybody wants a piece of the action.

So tonight, if everyone could just

hold back and refrain from calling,

I would be profoundly grateful.

Let's keep those phone lines clear

so my man Hank can get through

to the other side, all right?

Okay, you're on the air with the Nighthawk.

Let's try it again.

You're on the air.

Jack, you ever taste the cold hard steel

of the barrel of a cut-off shotgun?

Hey, shut up, man.

You're on the air.

Hey, Jack.

Hank?

Is that you?

Do you know a five-letter word

for an ancient druid sporting ritual?

I can't find a good dictionary around here,

and the damn thing's been bugging me all night.

I had you worried there, huh, Jack?

All right, somebody turn off the cameras.

What's going on here?

Well, according to the Constitution, Devin,

the people have a right to know.

Yes, I understand that.

But please, if you could all be patient,

Lieutenant Zymak will be down as soon as he's able.

That's definitely our man.

We're ready to go as soon as you come up with a number.

That's why you never had me worried, Hank.

No, you're wrong, Jack.

Here's the facts, Jack.

I have absolutely no reason not to hurt somebody.

See, that bitch hurt me.

But I remember one night

I was right here in this apartment.

It was after a long day.

I was bone-weary.

Couldn't take it anymore.

She understood.

She knew.

Like no one ever has before.

She walks through that door,

I pull the trigger twice.

It'll be like that forever.

We'll be together forever.

You're wrong, Hank.

You're really wrong.

You want me to tell you what it's gonna be like

if you pull that trigger?

I've seen what that's like.

I know what that's like.

Yeah, you're a real man, Jack.

Okay, let's see.

What are you working with there, Hank?

A 12-gauge?

Yeah.

Okay, a 12-gauge in the same room,

at close range?

That's gonna put a crater in her.

That's gonna be messy, you know?

And the mess is gonna be everywhere.

You wear glasses, Hank?

No.

Well, that's gonna be a problem

because there's gonna be nothing to protect your eyes.

And let me tell you something,

blood burns when it gets in your eyes.

But what's that matter to you?

You're just gonna turn around,

stick the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger.

So what's that you said, though?

So that you and she will be together?

If I know, how anyone's gonna figure out who you are?

Now, you pull that trigger, Hank,

you're gonna blow the top of your skull off.

You got a police record?

No.

Then it is gonna be a long time

before anyone figures out who the hell you are,

who she's together with.

Because your only good idea is gonna be fingerprints,

and with no service record

and no police record to check them against,

you're just gonna roll into the morgue

what's left of you, anyway.

Nothing dull.

Nobody special.

Just a little tag on your big toe

saying something like unknown man number 44.

You gotta give us more information than that, Lieutenant.

Okay, okay, I'll give it a shot.

Just tell us, in your own words, what's going on?

You're listening through the radio, right?

That'll give you your what, won't it?

And the where's pretty obvious, isn't it?

That's the when, that's the who and the why.

Just do what you usually do, fellas.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Make it up, make it up.

Hey, Lieutenant, come on.

Look, Edward, I have to go back upstairs.

Would you do me a favor and help out here?

No problem, darling.

Okay, okay, man.

I got it, got it, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Listen, I owe you, man, I owe you.

Come on, let's go.

Okay, got it, thank you, good job.

You got it?

Yeah, got the address.

Okay, it's in Inouye Valley,

What's that?

I violated police procedure a little while ago.

You know, when you're in the police academy,

they tell you to avoid what they call

negative suggestibility.

It's a great cop phrase, isn't it?

They tell you to say things like,

you're not gonna hurt anybody

or we're not gonna hurt anybody.

But you know what?

What?

My gut told me that you were smarter than that.

So I didn't have to bother you

with all that police academy boy scout crap.

That's real white of you, Jack.

What do you mean that's real white of me, Hank?

Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?

Huh?

Hank?

Hank, you still there?

Well, well, well.

Look who's finally home.

Come on in.

Henry?

Come on, Hank, talk to me, man.

Talk to me.

I just walked in there, right?

You gonna talk to me or what?

Kill us, Mike.

Kill us.

Okay, Jack, from now on it's strictly by the book.

No more mind games.

No more reverse psychology or pop psychology

or whatever that crap was you just tried before.

We've got a hostage situation now

and it's a police matter, got it?

All right, Hank, talk to me.

Who's there?

Tell me who's there.

What, did you get stupid on me, Jack?

Who the hell do you think it is?

All right, Hank, I just want you to stay calm now.

Don't worry about me, Jack, I'm calm.

You're the one who's nervous.

No, you're wrong, Hank, I'm not nervous at all.

I got faith in you, I've gotten to know you.

You're not the kind of guy who wants to hurt anyone.

Or himself.

Now you've got too much to live for.

Oh, Jack, if only you could see me.

You know how wrong you are.

Henry, tell me what this is all about.

Don't come any closer, sit down.

Hank.

Now you've got all those beautiful memories

you don't want to hurt her.

She's never hurt you.

Have you listened to anything that I've said to you?

She's never done anything to hurt me.

Henry, who were you talking to?

Jack Killian, the Nighthawk.

On the radio.

I wanted everybody to know.

Know what?

How you left me, you bitch, what you did to me.

Hank, don't.

Jack, back off, this is personal.

How could you have abandoned me after what we had?

Henry, I didn't abandon you.

Your therapy was complete.

It was time for you to get on with the rest of your life.

You were my life, Arden.

We had something special.

When I felt pain, you knew.

You were there, you made it go away.

When I was lonesome,

you made me feel like I had somebody.

And you just dropped me.

I saw you with him, by the way, all of them.

With who?

Tonight, even tonight, I saw you with him.

Henry, you don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

Get on with the rest of your life.

What life?

You know, I used to look at the skyline.

I used to pick out the buildings one by one.

I'd say, hey, I built that.

I taught that off.

Now they just stand there and they taunt me.

See these hands?

For years, I had calluses on these hands.

I was proud of it.

Tell me something, Arden.

Am I going to walk the high iron again?

Get on with the rest of your life.

Don't you know you were my life?

Now I'm going to make sure we're together forever.

Wait, Henry, please.

Please, you don't want to do this.

Hank!

Hank!

I'm a reporter from the dispatch.

Go away.

Hank, I've been listening to you on the radio

and I was wondering if I could talk to you.

I'm warning you, man, go away.

I don't know who the hell it is.

My guys are just setting up the perimeter now.

Hank, listen, I promise it won't take long.

I warned you, man.

Hank, what the hell's going on in there?

Talk to me right now.

Calm down, Jack.

Everything's fine.

Hey, what the hell's going on here?

Arden, are you okay?

She's fine.

Now you get the hell out of there

or I'm going to blow a hole in you.

What the hell was that?

I don't know, man.

I think he's gone now.

All right, is the girl all right?

She's fine.

Let me talk to her.

That's it, Jack, my turn.

All right, listen, Hank,

I'm going to put somebody else on the line right now.

Hank, Hank, this is Lieutenant Carl Zymak, Hank, SFPD.

You're a lucky guy, Hank.

To tell you the truth, you haven't hurt anyone

and there's nobody here that wants to see you get hurt,

so why not just give it up now before anyone gets hurt

and we can all go home?

Nice, Carl.

Real nice.

Give it a break, Jack.

What's your next move? Are you going to bomb the place or what?

The shot was fired. It's my business.

What, are you telling me I'm not handling this right?

It's a police matter, Jack, not some radio show.

Where are you going?

To the scene.

You don't get it, do you?

I got everything I need to get. The shot was fired.

Let me say it again. There's a man with a gun.

He's threatening to kill someone.

Wrong. There's some poor bastard on the phone in there

crying out for help.

You think if he really wanted to commit suicide,

if he wanted to kill someone, he would have called me?

He's just looking for someone to give him a reason to live.

And you're that someone, Jack?

All I'm saying is that I think that I can get through this guy.

Now, you do whatever you got to do.

Just give me a chance.

The number. You're right about one thing.

You always could talk.

Jack, I spoke to the neighbor.

The girl's a physical therapist, if that helps any.

Okay.

Yeah?

Hank, it's Jack Killian.

What happened to the cop?

That was a mistake.

Yeah, a big one.

Yeah, well, it's just like the one you're going to make, Hank.

Because this is going to get bad real fast.

You don't believe me, you look out the window.

I get the picture.

The department's never been too subtle about things like this.

Now, Hank, listen, I need to talk to Art,

and I need to make sure that she's okay.

Everybody needs something.

Sometimes we get it, sometimes we don't.

Now, what I need is time to think.

That wasn't the answer I needed.

I'm almost there.

My field commander says we're ready to move.

You're running out of time, Jack.

Answer this.

I don't know what to say.

Hello?

Art, this is Jack Killian. You all right?

I'm fine.

Look, Henry says the cop leaves now,

or he's going to kill me.

He says you've got one minute.

You hear that, Carl?

He had a difficult time after the accident.

Now, there was never anything between us.

It was all his fantasy.

I wanted you to know that.

That's nice work, Jack.

Hank, listen to me.

I want you to do something with me, okay?

You're always asking for favors.

I want you to get into your own mind.

Then I want you to take me through that path again.

Remember, just walk me through.

You're a smart guy, Killian.

Now, you tell me, Hank.

I don't know. I was thinking maybe I'd go for a run.

You really want me to feel sorry for you, don't you?

You want me to tell everybody

that you're some poor pathetic soul who lost his way

because life wouldn't give him a break.

But I'm not going to do that.

Because you still have a chance.

Now, you let Arden walk out of there.

And you give her the gun.

And Lieutenant Zymak and I

will make sure that you get the help you need.

You know, Hank, I know what it's like

to shoot someone that you care about,

to kill someone you love.

That sears a hole right in your heart.

That pain is unbearable.

And that emptiness, that's final.

Now, in the second or two that it's going to take you

to turn that gun around on yourself,

that second or two is going to seem like an eternity.

And your consciousness will be consumed by one thought,

that pain and that emptiness.

Now, I know, Hank.

I know that you don't want that

to be your last conscious thought.

I know.

Now, you love Arden.

She made you feel like a man again

when you thought that no one ever could.

Now, don't be a coward, Hank.

Just give her the gun.

And sometimes, Hank,

the illumination is a betrayal.

The shadows cast become more distinct, sharper,

more treacherous.

In the contrasting darkness, there is more fear.

In the light, there is unspeakable agony.

You yearn for sleep, but it never comes.

You cry out for relief, but it always seems to elude you.

The ghosts of the future that you never had haunt you.

The memories of the past that you yearned for mock you.

Death seems to be the only way to exact revenge

against the life you never asked for.

But ultimately, what you discover is that

living in any way, however you have to,

is the only answer to every question.

This is Jack Killian, the Nighthawk, on KJCM Radio 98.3

on your FM dial.

And goodnight, America, wherever you are.

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