All language subtitles for Kolchak.The.Night.Stalker.S01E17.Legacy.Of.Terror.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_eng

♪♪ [ Whistling ]

Among the philosophers,
the great thinkers and the
common joes of this world,

no question
is more controversial
than truth.

Remarkable as it may seem,
I can attest...

that the following events
did occur...

whether you believe them
to be true or not.

Monday, September 22. One of the brightest spots...

in professional football
was Lenny Strayhan,

maybe the best linebacker
in the history of the game.

Lenny played with fractures, sprains, torn ligaments and bone chips.

They said he had
the biggest heart
in the NFL.

But on September 22,

some maniac cut
out that big heart
with a very dull knife.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Wednesday, September 29.
Staff Sergeant Anderson,
D.S.C.,

Purple Heart, Silver Star,
was leaving
the Federal Building.

He'd already proved
himself a match for
a platoon of Vietcong,

so you'd figure he'd be at least half safe in a downtown Chicago building.

♪♪ [ Flute, Distant ]

♪♪ [ Flute Continues, Louder ]

[ Kolchak Narrating ] There was a publisher's convention at the Sherwood Hotel,

and my boss, Tony Vincenzo,

was buttering up
some potential subscribers.

He wanted me to help
with the buttering up,

and I promised I'd show up with a haircut, a new hat and a pressed suit.

But I lie a lot.

I told him 8:00.
Now, what time
did you tell him?

- 8:00.
- 8:00.

I've got 9:15.
What time do you have?

9:17.
Lobby clock says 9:18.

You want me
to call the time?

Oh, we can be even
more precise and contact
the Greenwich Observatory.

How about that?

[ Sighs ]

You don't smoke, Ron.

My friends think it gives me
a thoughtful look,

interested in people,
foreign correspondent image.

They're wrong.

I bet he didn't
get his suit pressed.

Well, we'll give him
the benefit of the doubt.

[ Woman On Scanner,
Indistinct ]

As usual, Carl, a day late
and a dollar short.

[ Man On Scanner ] 21-Bravo-Niner. 21-Bravo-Niner.

187 reported
at the Federal Building.

Third floor, Code 3.

Carl? Come back here!

Listen, Tony,
I'll see you later. I gotta
check out this homicide.

There'll be
a homicide right here
if you don't come back here!

Kolchak, come back here!

- [ Voices Overlapping ]
- Ladies, gentlemen, please.

I've always been fair with you,
but I cannot let you into
the investigation site.

Now, wait a minute. Hold on.
There are certain facts...

that we must prevent from
being published on this one.

Now, we cannot let you in.

Please,
understand our reasoning.

We're gonna get 40,
maybe 50 confessions
on a crime like this.

How can we discredit
the phony ones if you
publish all the facts?

Looks like the heart
was cut out with
a dull blade again.

- Pretty messy.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you know,
it's been seven days since
the football player got it.

And now--

You notice? The heart is
seven steps below the body.

That-That could
mean something.

- What are you doing up there?
Come on down here!
- I'm sorry.

I beg your pardon.
I'm looking for
the press conference.

I must've lost my way.
Could you tell me
where it is?

- Excuse me. Could you
tell me where it is?
- It's down the hall.

- Thank you.
Thank you very much.
- Kolchak, no pictures!

- No, no, no.
- Did you take any?

- No, no, no. I--
[ Stammering ]
- Give me that thing.

- Wait--
- Keep your hands off!

- You can't!
- Carl, I'm warning you.
One warning.

Whatever you heard here,
you keep in that fat head
of yours.

- Now, look, we're dealing
with psychotics here.
- No! Really?

What sane person cuts out
human hearts? Of course,
it was a psychotic, plural.

How many do you think it was?
Huh? I mean, it'd take
more than one...

to hold down a Green Beret
in order to cut his heart out,
wouldn't it?

And tell me this.

If Chicago Bears and Green
Berets aren't safe in the
streets of Chicago, who is?

- Carl, you're full
of good questions today.
- You know what you're full of?

Ah, come on!

[ Chattering ]

Carl? Carl, come here.
Carl, come over here!
Come on!

- I'm on a big story
like you won't believe.
- Carl, will you keep quiet?

Quiet! Carl?

Uh, folks,
I'd like you to meet
one of my team.

Carl Kolchak,
this is Tillie Jones,
Public Relations for the hotel.

Mm-hmm. How do you do?

- Hello, hello.
- Uh, take your hat off.

- What?
- Take your hat off!

She's also our coordinator
for the convention.

- This is Captain Timmons.
- Hello.

- And, uh,
Major Taylor there.
- Uh-huh.

- How do you do, sir?
- You missed a very, very fine
speech by Captain Timmons.

Well, it wasn't that fine,
Mr. Kolchak.

I wish you'd take the trouble
and give a text to Carl here
so he can use it in a story.

Oh, that's, uh--
Sorry, but I don't--
I don't do P.R. work.

Uh, solid idea,
Mr. Vincenzo.

You see, Mr. Kolchak,
Captain Timmons and I
are here...

to drum up publicity
for the air force.

You see,
the opportunities for women
in today's air force--

They're practically
limitless, believe me.

- They're better than they were,
but I wouldn't say--
- Captain Timmons, you see,

has been highly decorated.

And she's also expected
to be the first woman
qualified for combat.

- Imagine!
- That hasn't happened yet.

With all those qualifications,
she's deserving of
a feature from you.

- Mm-hmm.
- Captain Timmons
is living proof...

that a woman can make it
in this highly competitive
world today.

- Then why don't you two let her
finish a sentence for herself?
- Thank you very much.

- I'm sorry, Miss Jones.
I'm very sorry.
- Tillie. Tillie.

- Call me Tillie.
- Tillie, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to--

Hey, man.
How's everything on the tram?
They treating you all right?

- I beg your pardon?
- Mr. Torres, this is Major
Taylor of the air force.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh, right, man.

I'm sorry. I saw the suit,
and I thought you were Leo,

the dude that drives
our airport shuttle tram.

Don't he look like Leo
from the side?

- [ Woman ] Well--
- The hair?

- Hi.
- Hello.

- You're very beautiful.
- Thank you.

You know, I think that the
reception for Charles Loder of
the Timesis about to begin.

I'm sure you journalists
don't wanna miss that.

I can dig it.
Enjoy your stay
at the Sherwood, people.

Major, I--
I'm sorry about that.

Tillie, who was that fella?
The comic in the lounge?

No, he's one
of the vice presidents
of the hotel.

- That harebrain?
- This way, Captain.

Well, let's go, Carl.
Carl?

♪♪ [ Flute, Distant ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Screaming ]
No!

[ Kolchak Narrating ] 12:30 a.m. I should've tuned out my police radio...

and tuned in
some Duke Ellington.

[ Man On Scanner ]
One-George-63,
disturbance in Grant Park.

Neighbors report
woman screaming.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Chattering
On Police Radio ]

[ Man ]
Tim, there's something
moving through the bush!

Holy--

- [ Capsule Snaps ]
- [ Sniffs ]

- [ Mutters ]
- Just lie still.

- Whoa! Whoa!
- Let's see--

You look like you've got a
concussion. I think we're gonna
need some X-rays on that.

No, no. No X-rays.
No pictures.

No, I got things in there
I don't want seen.

Dark thoughts
and evil plans.

Think you're gonna
be all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
You just go on back
to your meat wagon there.

What do you think
of this, Tim?

I don't know.
I found it near the body.

- What'd you find?
- None of your business.

Uh, the officer said
that you arrived almost
as soon as he did, Carl.

- How come?
- I wanted to be first in line
for a skull fracture.

All right.
Now, what happened?

What do you think-- I got hit!
What do you think "what
happened," you dum-dum?

Listen, uh, what step
was the heart on this time?

Okay. Now, let's see.
I got here after midnight.

That makes it the ninth day.
Let me guess.

Was the heart
on the ninth step down?

As a citizen, it is your
responsibility to answer
myquestions.

Now, what hit you, Carl?

Well, I turned around,
and there was a great, big,
red and yellow chicken.

I didn't see a thing.

[ Kolchak Narrating ]
1:15 a.m.

My head was pounding. It probably should have been x-rayed like the medics ordered,

but I knew the police
would be all over
the Sherwood Hotel...

as soon as they connected
Madge Timmons to the place.

I was one step ahead of them, and I wanted to keep it that way.

- It didn't work out.
- Ah, ah, ah! No, no, no.

- Carl Kolchak, I.N.S. See?
- No, that's the problem.
No press.

What do you mean, no press?
You can't keep the press
out of here, Lyons!

You-- Lyons?
I know you.

I was at the ceremony
where you were awarded
the medal of valor, right?

- You wasted
two bank robbers, right?
- But you're not gettin' in.

- And it was three bank robbers.
- Yeah, I know it was three.
I just, uh--

I thought maybe I could do
an article on you.

A series of articles.
Maybe a two-parter?

You're still not gettin' in.

♪♪ [ Whistling ]

Imagine, a girl abducted
from the hotel, then murdered,

right with the convention
goin' on below.

It's tragic.
All these out-of-towners
are gonna get the impression...

that Chicago's
filled with nuts.

- Carl? Carl?
- Tony, shut up.

- Carl, what are you
doing with that?
- Will you shut up?

Terrific.
You just blew my cover.
Here.

- He works for you, doesn't he?
- Uh, who? That busboy? Nah!

- Uh-huh.
- Blueberry muffins.

[ Dings ]

[ Dings ]

I know you're in here,
Kolchak!

Is something the matter,
Officer?

Have you seen a redheaded guy
in a busboy's jacket?

No, I haven't.

Come on now, Kolchak.
I know you're in here!

You want me to dig you out?

I'm sorry.
You can't go in there.

Well, what's in there?

Dead storage.

[ Grunting ]

[ Straining ]

Aah!

Let me out!

Somebody, let me out!
Anybody! Hey!

Okay, okay.
All right.

Just don't-don't-don't get
that anxious, all right?

Will you wait a--
Just take the hands off--

Thank you, Officers.

Miss Jones, if you
wanna file trespass charges
against this man,

Officer Lyons will get you
extra speedy service.

Uh, no. No, I don't see
that he's done any harm.

But what I would like to know
is why you find it necessary
to carouse in our basement.

He also stole
a busboy's jacket
and some food.

- I did not!
- You want me
to write that up?

- Come on. I borrowed it.
- No, I don't think
that's necessary.

- Look, Mr. Carlchak--
- Uh, Kolchak.

- Kolchak.
- Yeah. Carl.

Carl, if you're hungry,
let me order you a Reuben
sandwich or something.

If something's bothering you,
why-why don't you share it
with me?

- I mean, after all,
I am Public Relations.
- [ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Uh, thanks.
Thanks, but, no, thanks.

No, there are certain things
that I don't share
with certain people.

Oh, that's our loss,
eh, Lyons?

I understand.
Well, thank you, gentlemen,
for coming up here,

taking the time
to bring this problem.

But I think
it's been solved,
don't you?

- Good night, Webster.
- Good night, Carl.
I got a lot of work to do.

[ Stammering ]

Listen, can you tell me
who's in charge of the
storage rooms downstairs?

[ Chuckles ]
Custodian, I suppose. Why?

Custodian? Come on! What about
that vice president across the
hall? What is he in charge of?

Mr. Torres? Isn't it obvious?
He's in charge of the flute.

No, no, I'm serious.

What's a bright, attractive,
intelligent girl like you...

doing in a lesser job
than that pinhead
across the hall?

No comment.

You've already made one,
downstairs in the lobby.

You intimated,
very strongly, that you
didn't like him very much.

- Oh, you're gonna
lose me my job.
- Would I do a thing like that?

- Yes, you would.
- I wouldn't.

- Off the record.
- Off the record.
Just for my own information.

That man
is a monumental dummy.

I mean, really!
That man makes one goof
after another,

and I'm supposed
to smooth things over,
or I'll get canned.

Do you know that I can cross a senator or I can cross the governor,

but I cannot cross
pretty boy?

Around here,
he gets what he wants.
Anything, anytime.

Why? I mean,
how long has he been here?

- Oh, about a year.
- Where'd he come from?

I don't know. One day,
he just appeared out of the blue
with the boss's blessing.

- [ Ringing ]
- With the--

Excuse me. Yes?

Who? What suite?

Good-bye, Carl.

Yes, I'll handle it.

♪♪ [ Identical Tune ]

Hey, that's
very interesting music
you're playing.

When we met downstairs in
the lobby, I didn't realize
that you were a flautist.

I mean, that's
remarkable that a guy,

a take-charge
executive like you are,
should also be an artist.

- We met?
- Yeah.

- I don't remember.
- You don't remember?

Oh, yeah, sure.

The people in the air force
down there, and the pretty girl
in the blue uniform.

The one that got killed?
You don't remember?

Well, maybe your, uh, uh,
friends here remember.

- You like my staff?
- Staff?

- Lona, she's my--
- Secretary. Hi.

- Nina.
- Art department. Hi.

- Ah.
- And Vicky.

- Executive assistant.
- Sure.

I, um, think he's
talking about the young lady
who was in the lobby...

when you were trying to decide on the new carpeting.

New carpeting?
For the whole lobby?
I mean, that's your decision?

Wow. You're responsible
for that too, huh?

Do your duties ever take
you down to the basement?

I mean, is the storage
room down there part
of your responsibilities?

Friend, you're bending
my mind off my music.

[ Stammering ]
Oh, I'm sorry about that.

- Mr. Torres thanks you
for your time.
- You do?

[ Kolchak Laughing ]

[ Door Closes ]

Oh, yes, Antonio.

That's one
of my better specimens.

- Of museum quality.
- Mmm!

It would take
a rather massive fireplace
to display it properly.

Yes. It wouldn't fit
in my joint.

Are you interested
in anything in particular?

Mammals? Invertebrates?
Piscatorial?

Informational, yes.
Carl Kolchak, see? I.N.S.

Get out!

I know the attitude
of the press towards taxidermy.

Always ridiculing us,
always using the term
"stuffed animals,"

as if we make toys
for children to drool on!

Drool-- No, no, no. You have
exactly the wrong attitude.
That's not what I think at all.

If you were a wild creature,
Mr. Kolchak,

would you rather
end up like this--

glorified, eternal--
or be dumped on some trash heap?

But there's no question
about how I'd like to end up--
like this!

Perhaps you're an exception.

Well, I certainly hope so.
I do try to be.

- Then I apologize.
- It's perfectly all right.

I get wrought up about my
profession and what I consider
demeaning attacks upon it.

You see,

we taxidermists
trace our roots back
thousands of years.

Some consider that the work
of Egyptian mummifiers is the
highest expression of our art.

Their efforts,
I'm happy to say,

are enshrined in museums
and are never ridiculed.

Yes, yes.
But they stuffed--

preserved human beings,
didn't they?

Undertaking is
a corollary line of our art.

- Though the materials differ.
- Ah, yes, yes.

Well, what can I do for you,
Mr. Kolchak?

Well, I thought that
you might be able to identify
these, uh, feathers for me.

Oh, yes.
[ Chuckles ]

These are the zygodactyl
of the order Psittaciformes.

- [ Mumbling Name ]
Certainly.
- Yes.

Yes, of the family
of cockatoos, macaws, lovebirds,
parakeets, et cetera.

This is from a rather
common variety of parrot,

- Uh-huh.
- native to southern Mexico.

- Really?
- I believe I have one
right here.

Ahh.

Ah, yes. Here we are.

Superb specimen, eh?
And a steal...

at $250.

Look--
125, and it's yours.

No, no, no. It's not
a matter of price, sir.

It's a matter of size.
Do these things get any bigger?

- How much bigger?
- About six feet?

- Very droll. Good day.
- No, no, I'm serious.

All right, let's just drop that.
About southern Mexico,
a parrot country,

do they ever mummify
human beings there
as they did in Egypt?

- I'm all out
of free information.
- Free.

Oh. Well, of course...

I would be expected
to buy... something.

All right. You see,

climatic dryness
was a great ally
of the Egyptians.

However,
humidity and dampness,

it led to
a faster deterioration
in the New World.

Still, as you can see,
the Incas, Mayas, Aztecs...

did some rather fair work
among their priests,

aristocracy
and royal families.

Yes! Yes, so I see.

[ Gasps ]
Yes.

- How much?
- 24.75.

You get half a dozen live ones
for that amount of money.

Just sign the voucher,
will you, Tony? Please?
Just sign the voucher.

[ Sighs ]

Thank you very much.
Here's the story. There it is.
It's all there and exclusive.

Now the bird that hit me
dropped parrot feathers.

Now parrot feathers
are from Mexico.
Now Mexico means Aztecs,

and heart sacrifice was
a big part of Aztec religion.

I think the last census
showed Aztecs in short supply
in Chicago.

Oh, yeah? Well,
that hotel chain is owned
by a guy named Andrews.

Pepe probably
has something on him,
maybe murder.

Anyway, that's how
he keeps his job. So I sent
wires off on the telex...

to newspapers
in each one of the cities
that the chain has a hotel.

Now this one here--
this one's from Mexico City.

It says here
the Andrews family changed
their name from Arguello.

And they're from--
[ Mispronounces "J" ]
Jalisco,

and the hotel chain
started in Veracruz.

It's Ha-lisco, Tony,
not Ja-lisco.

Oh, excuse me, Jose.
I don't care if they came from
Hersey City, New Hersey!

There are Mexicans there,
too, but none of them
are Aztecs.

Here. This one is from
the paper in Veracruz.

Five heart murders there
about a hundred years ago.
Never solved.

They opened their first hotel
in the United States about 52
years ago in Atlanta, Georgia.

Five more murders,
all heart murders,
never solved.

- Fifty-two years ago
and a hundred years ago?
- Mm-hmm.

You know, Carl,
I think I understand you.

It's not only that
Andrews is an Aztec,

but he's also part Spanish,
which naturally follows that
he's related to Ponce de León.

So he drinks the water
from the fountain of youth,

and that not only controls
the telltale gray,

but also allows him
to commit murders
a hundred years ago, right?

You're so busy being sarcastic.
You've never heard of psychoses
that run in a family?

Carl, why don't you
tell all this to the police?

I did. I tried. Webster
wouldn't take my calls.

You see why credibility is
so important to a newsman?

And your credibility
is zilch!

Well, you see, Tony,

that's-that's where
you come in.

You see,
credibility-wise, Tony,

you are a rock
within our industry.

- If you will just go down--
- Oh, no. No, no. I'm not
walking into any precinct...

with a lot of iffy charges
against a major hotel owner.

Well, then just put
the facts on the wire.

Let 'em catch up with us.
Sneak it in.

No, no, no, Carl!
I will not!

These allegations
are against a respectable,
important businessman!

You're gonna need
a lot more documentation.

What businessman keeps a mummy
in the basement and a dummy
in a key staff position?

Carl, you yourself said
that the mummy vanished,
right?

- Yeah.
- You had a terrible hit on
the head, and you saw things.

And as for having dummies
in key staff positions,
I'm as guilty as the next.

Thanks a lot. The mummy
was there, the facts are here!
What are you gonna do about it?

I'm asking you
to get rid of this.
Get this out of my office, now!

All right.

[ Sighs ]

[ Gasps ]

- Gracias.
- Yeah, Mr. Consul,

I'd like a little information
on one of the facets
of Mexican history.

- I-I am not
the consul, Mr. Kolak.
- Uh, K-Kolchak.

- Oh, Kolchak.
- Kol-chak.

I'm the commercial attaché.

The cultural attaché
is vacationing, so I
am filling in for him.

I see. I see. Well, maybe
you can help me anyway.

I was wondering about the
ancient Aztec religious custom
of cutting out human hearts.

Well, yes, I understand
they did a lot of that.

- Well, I think they're
still doing it.
- [ Chuckles ] Yes.

Well, uh, history
is not my forte.

The modern is my bag.
Like, for instance,

perhaps you could do a story
on this.

- Oh, yeah.
- Handblown glass
from Durango.

- It's very pretty.
- Or, the obvious-- tourism.

It's the second industry
in the republic.

- Acapulco.
- Yeah.

- Puerto Vallarta.
- Uh-huh.

- Cozumel.
- Yeah.

- Taxco.
- Uh-huh.

- Cuernavaca.
- Yeah! Beautiful, beautiful.

All garden spots, all.
But I'm not planning a trip.

Now, what about
the Aztecs and the hearts?

Uh, the industrial Mexico.

Steelmaking in Monterrey.
Oil in Campeche.

Uh, mining in Baja.

Tell me, when'll the
cultural attaché be back?

- [ Chuckles ]
October the first.
- October 1.

Well, would he have any
books on the subject that
I might be able to borrow?

[ Sighs ]
No.

Thanks a lot.
You've been a big help.

Now, wait a minute.
Who's he?

- [ Chuckles ] How would I know?
- Well, where would I
find out about him?

This is some kind of exhibit
on the myths and mysteries...

of ancient Mexico
by Professor Rodriguez.

Oh, Rodriguez?
Oh, at the university! Oh!

Thank you very much.

[ Kolchak Narrating ]
8:20 p.m.

While the police department
plodded along
in their usual fashion,

one officer, Medal of Valor
winner Earl Lyons,

was worrying about
a speech he had to give
to a high school class.

Lyons was shy
about his Medal of Valor.

He didn't know
what to say about it.

What seems to be
the problem, ma'am?

I don't know.
It just stopped running.

[ Kolchak ]
His worry was all
for nothing, however.

He would never
give that speech.

That very Medal of Valor
would end up getting him
torn apart.

[ Chattering ]

Uh, could you please
tell me which one
is Professor Rodriguez?

Thank you.

- Professor Rodriguez?
- Yes?

My name's Carl Kolchak.
I'm with the I.N.S., you see.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions,
if you don't mind,

about "Tezcatlipoca"--

- I'll have my secretary send
you a catalog of my courses.
- and "Nanautzin"--

- And I'll be glad to have
you in my class. Excuse me.
- No, no! Wait, wait. That's--

I heard you were a newsman.
You could be a big help to the
Physical Services Department.

They gutted
our budget this year,

and you know how politicians bow
to pressure from the media.

Yeah, they're terrible.
Uh-huh. Excuse me, Professor.
I tell you. This is imperative.

- Would you excuse me?
- Yes, of course.

Mr. Kolchak,
you're cramping my style.

We can do it in my office,
if you'd like.

I've got tons of figures there.
It's disgraceful how
the social sciences--

I understand that.
We'll get together
and have lunch someday...

and talk about the whole thing
and thrash it all out.

Now, Professor,
could you please tell me
what this is all about?

I'm very informed--
interested.

- The eternal triangle.
- Uh-huh.

The beneficent god
Quetzalcoatl fights
the evil god Tezcatlipoca.

Yeah, but which one won?

- Draw.
- What is-- What's
his name? Na-- Nau--

- Nanautzin.
- Yeah, how does he fit in?

Warrior head
of the cult of Tezcatlipoca.

He lost his last major battle
against the Spaniards,

so he had himself mummified
until the millennium.

The millennium? I wasn't aware
we were due for a millennium.

This particular millennium
we don't need, Mr. Kolchak.
Be thankful it's only a myth.

You see, the Aztec empire
fell in 1507...

- Uh-huh.
- after lasting 520 years.

- 520. 10 times 52.
- That's right. Yeah.

Now the millennium,
or Aztec rebirth,

is supposed
to begin in 2027,

which, by the way,
is 52 years from now.

- That's right. Yep.
- Now everything
in this calendar--

months, years--
is based on 52.

Aha! Well, there were
five deaths 52 years ago,

and there were five deaths also
about a hundred years ago.

It is said Nanautzin will rise
and lead that new era under
Tezcatlipoca, the evil god.

It's also said that Nanautzin will rise in intervals every 52 years along the way,

but only to obtain sustenance
from participating
in heart sacrifice.

"Fifty-two years."
Well, that's about now.

What about
the good god, Quetza--
[ Stammering ]

What is his position
in all of this?

The planet Venus,
the third part of the triangle.

Ally of Quetzalcoatl.
When it rises
as the morning star,

it's a danger to warriors
like Nanautzin.

Dark deeds were not permitted
within sight of Venus.

Uh-huh. Now, these heart
sacrifices, there were
always five victims, right?

No, Mr. Kolchak.
[ Clears Throat ]

That is to say,
there were always
five sacrifices,

but only the first four
were true victims
taken against their will.

All brave, young warriors
without blemishes.

You mean like a fullback,
a Green Beret,

a lady pilot,
and a-- and a cop?

You're great at parties,
Mr. Kolchak.

What about the fifth sacrifice?
You mean, he didn't go
against his will?

The last sacrifice
went willingly, Mr. Kolchak.

But then he had great physical
beauty and, for a year,
was treated like a god,

given women, wine,
peyote, money,

taught to play the flute,
the sacred instrument,

three beautiful women
given for his enjoyment...

named after the goddesses
of the wind--

Vixtociotl,
Xilonina, Atlatonan.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Will you take those last names
just a little slower, please?

Vixtociotl,

Xilonina,

Atlatonan.

Vicky, Nina and Lona.

That's right, Mr. Kolchak.

Pepe.

Ah!

- Hi, Tony.
- Hi, Carl.

What are you doin' here
this late?

Well, New York called,
and I had to finish up
some things.

- What are you doin' here?
- I went over to
the Sherwood Hotel.

Andrews is gone.
So is Pepe.

I thought I told you
to stay away from that hotel
and let Mr. Andrews alone.

What are you doing with
my personal phone directory?

Come on, Tony!
I gotta have that!
I gotta look up a number!

Tonight is the night
that Andrews is going
to have Pepe Torres...

as his last sacrifice
to Nanautzin.

You see, according
to the Aztec calendar,

Nanautzin-- that's the mummy--
will rise tonight
and cut out Pepe's heart.

You see,
that is Nanautzin's role
in this religious pageant.

- Religious pageant?
- Yeah.

First this vanishing mummy
of yours is cluttering up
somebody's basement.

And now he's gonna march in
the St. Patrick's Day parade?

Tonight, Nanautzin rises,
and he makes one sacrifice.

Then he goes dormant again
when Venus comes out
from behind the moon.

- Behind the moon?
- That's right. At 12:10
tonight, Venus appears.

I already checked
with the observatory.

But after 12:10,
it's all over.

Because then
Nanautzin will be dormant
for another 52 years.

- Of course.
- What's the highest
staircase in Chicago?

- What?
- The highest flight of stairs.

All these accidents,
these killings, have happened
on taller and taller staircases.

Seven, nine, 13--
They're all magic numbers
for the Aztec.

Now tonight's
the big one for Andrews,

so I have to have the name of
your friend, that big mucky-muck
in the building department.

- What's his name?
- Charlie Burns?
- Charlie Burns! That's it.

You're gonna reach Charlie Burns
at this hour at his home?

- Burns.
- Nothin' doin'!

- Tony, come on!
- Nothing doing!

I think that the sports
arena is the highest
staircase in Chicago.

But I don't know.
I gotta check with
Charlie Burns to find out.

Over my dead body!
And you get your body
out of my chair!

You know what your problem is?
You know what your
real problem is?

- You're just not cooperative!
- Get out. Go.

- "Get out. Go."
- Get out! Get out!

♪♪ [ Flute ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Door Opens ]

♪♪ [ Stops ]

- Hey, Pepe, how ya doin'?
- How'd you get here?

Well, I just followed
you birds south. So they
got you doped up, huh?

I'm straight.
Clear, beautiful.

- I've never been
so turned-on in my life.
- Uh-huh.

- I'll be cool
when I drink that.
- Yeah?

[ Sniffs ]

- Kills the pain.
- How did you agree
to a deal like this?

I gave my word, and they
gave theirs and did everything
they said they would.

I don't think a contract
like that would
hold up in court.

What am I giving up,
Kolchak?

I probably would've
gotten wasted by the cops
before I was 25 anyway.

I had it all.
A year treated like a god,
anything I wanted.

Money, women-- name it.
You're smarter than me,
Kolchak.

Ever had a year like that?

[ Chuckles ]
No, I've never had
a year like that.

- Nope.
- What am I saving
myself for?

Another job as a box boy,
living with the old lady?

I got the year
everybody wants.

And my mother, she'll have
all the bread she needs...

for the rest of her life.

Mmm. If they live up
to the contract
after you're gone.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Shouts
In Foreign Language ]

You blew it, man.

I can protect you
as long as I'm alive.

Should've gone north.

Watch-Watch
the knife, will you?
Just watch the blade.

Who says you have
to be a box boy?

To hell with it!

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

Ow!

[ Groans ]

Holy--

[ Screams ]

It must've been slow.

Well, officially,
the case was closed. They
never found Andrews or Pepe.

Though I did hear
that Pepe was working
in a supermarket downstate.

Nanautzin was dormant again,

and I urged
that he be destroyed.

Without his fifth sacrifice,
will he still rise up
52 years from now?

The police who found me
didn't seem to understand
what I was talking about.

They felt that Nanautzin
was a valuable museum piece
and nothing more.

Just dead antiquity.

Well, all I know...

is I won't be around
50 years from now
for the millennium.

Will you?