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My name is Thomas Vail.
Or at least it was.
I'm a photographer.
I had it all.
A wife, Allison.
Friends. A career.
And in one moment it was all taken away.
All because of a single photograph.
I have it.
They want it.
And they will do anything to get the negative.
I'm keeping this diary as proof that these events are real.
I know they are.
They... Have to be.
Time used to mean something in my life. Time to get to work.
Time for dinner.
Time for a soft kiss.
I had time.
Forever.
Since the events of my life have become what they are, time no longer seems to
have any meaning.
Tonight, though, is an exception.
I had an appointment. A phone call.
A phone call that might provide.
Some real answers.
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah.
Yes.
I changed my mind. I won't do it.
Look, all I need is the list of names.
their ranks, and where they were stationed in 92.
They'll kill me if they even know I'm talking to you.
Look, they don't have to know.
I don't need to know who you are. I don't need to know what you look like. I
just need the list.
I'm running out of time.
Please.
Look, man, you said it yourself.
It's a matter of conscience.
It's not just a matter of conscience.
It's a matter of time.
Does your fear really clear things up for you?
If you're not there on time, I won't wait.
I want the negative.
And the search begins, night people, for the answers that wait within the
darkness and shadows.
This is Karina, your light in the night.
Here to guide you through your travels and lend a helping hand.
Hang on. We're almost there.
I'd go easy with that arm for the next couple of days. You don't want to pop
these babies.
I bet you've sewn up your share of gang members around here, huh?
For those guys that were Korean is retro pikes The Mac boys
You get mixed up with them. There's not gonna be enough left of you to sew up I
mean we might as well just tag and bag you right now Well, I'll take my chances
what can you tell me They're about as bad as they get They find you on their
turf. They just as soon cut you as it give you the time of day
Where's their turf?
It runs from 93rd to 95th between Broad and McCarty.
Four square blocks of hell right in the middle of the civilized world.
Step softly, my curious friends.
Though the darkness is gentle, it holds the secret to our fears.
As I stepped off the bus, I felt as if I'd stepped out of the civilized world
and into a jungle.
Not a jungle located 5 ,000 miles away in Chile, but one that lives alongside
24 hours a day.
I had 11 hours until my meeting one night.
I needed to find my negatives, and to do that, I should have navigated this turf
alert and with caution.
I'm not looking for trouble.
And I guess you came to the wrong place.
Hey, look, I know I'm on your streets. One of your guys has something that
belongs to me. It's a bag.
I just want to get it back.
He's got nothing.
You call him one of my boys, the thief?
No, I'm not calling anybody anything. There's something in that bag.
It's not worth anything to him. That's all I want. He can have whatever else is
in there.
That's real generous of you.
But you see, whatever my boys take, we keep.
You understand?
Yeah.
Good.
Well, I'm glad we cleared up that little misunderstanding.
Let's get out of here.
Search is never easy, my lonely wanderers. But remember this. Though you
in darkness, you need not always travel alone.
You got it, man.
Hey!
Let me go!
I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see if you're okay. Get out of here!
Get out!
No, not much.
How much?
Shouldn't you be at home?
No, shouldn't you?
You're not from around here, are you?
What are you doing here?
Me, I'm looking for someone.
A Mac boy.
Man, forget it.
Yeah, I wish I could. It's important, though.
He's about 6 '4". He's got muscles out to here. He's got a... He's got an
earring, a nose ring, a chain running between them.
You know him?
Some things you just don't do on the street.
Telling people where other people are is one of them.
And saving people at knife points is another.
Or would we be without rule breakers?
His name's Tiny.
He lives on the second floor.
That's his window. You shouldn't go in there.
At least wait until morning.
Oh, I can't.
What's your name?
Marco.
Thanks, Marco.
I'm feeling no pain, rolling with the cycles of cyclical pain.
Cycles.
Everything goes up and down.
Cycles.
Everything goes up.
There are things that go bump in the night.
Be prepared, good people.
Be prepared and always stay one step ahead of the game.
Three shots to the neck.
Who's that guy?
The one who was looking for him. It's got to be.
Who saw this?
I did.
Come here.
What he looked like, boy.
The man that did this.
He wasn't from around here.
About my height.
Light brown hair.
Bring him back to me.
Truth is life's blood, my gentle seekers.
So follow that truth.
Take your fear and doubt and follow the truth wherever it leads.
Not in this neighborhood!
I'm sorry, this is a private function.
You see a guy come in here, he has a cut on his leg, he's bleeding kind of
badly. I'm sorry I didn't. Now, please, you're going to have to... That's why I
hate coming down to this neighborhood.
Excuse me.
Look, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to find somebody.
Look, why won't you people help me? I just need to find someone.
Let's go, buddy.
Look, man, I'm just trying to find somebody. I don't want to create any
Yeah, well, at least we agree on something, then.
Man, I'm just looking. A big, tall guy with a ponytail.
He's wearing a suit. I thought he might have come in here. No, not him. Just
you, my friend.
Buy yourself a hot meal.
Look over there.
Come on, around here.
Come to confess, Matt?
This is none of your business.
If it's in this church, it is my business.
We ain't hurting anything.
We're just looking.
You're always looking for something, Mac. It's the same thing every night.
Another person, a different reason.
Look, Ray.
You got what you're looking for.
Now you let me find mine.
What I'm looking for is right here.
And here.
I don't have to go searching for it out in the streets.
Yeah.
Spare me the sermon, Father.
I'm gonna find this guy.
This is my church, Maggie.
It's not your church. You understand what I'm saying to you?
Now, do you and your boys have any business with the Lord tonight?
No.
You sit proudly in my pews. They're not for cowering under.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I brought these guys into your church, Father.
What's your business, son? You're not from around here.
A lot of people have been pointing that out, yeah.
Well, leave while you got the chance.
I'm afraid the church's influence doesn't extend far past these walls.
I need to find someone.
He's got something that belongs to me.
Take my advice, son.
Nothing could be worth the price you would have to pay.
Go home.
I wish I could.
There haven't been many occasions when I've thought about giving up the chase.
But now I find myself closed in on two sides.
Two sides with different purposes but the same target.
Me.
And, as always, it begins and ends with the negatives.
It's down 50, man.
I want my cash.
Now, my girl says you wouldn't pay her.
And the question becomes, which one of you do I believe?
Get off the phone.
Tough night, Uncle? Looks like the old lady bit down a little too hard.
Now, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to drop by personally to pick
up my dead present. Make sure you're home.
What the?
It's all yours, baby.
No problem.
Sorry. No problem.
Operations. Is this Angler A9 Delta? I have the negative.
You need to bring me in.
I need medical attention.
Location.
95th and McCarthy.
Mark point and hold position, Angler. We're rolling.
The answer is at hand, my children.
You just need to know where to look.
This is Karina, your light in the night, taking you to dawn.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
What are you doing here?
I've been trying to find you for hours.
The McBoys are looking for you.
Why?
They think you killed Tiny and the other people in that building.
Listen, Margo, I was trying to save the guy. I just got there too late.
You know, we shouldn't stay here. They might find us.
Us? Us? Hey, wait a minute.
Look, I appreciate you trying to help me, but you shouldn't be here.
Go home.
I don't have a home. Well, then go wherever it is you go. If they find us,
just, I don't want you to get dragged into this.
I want to help you.
You don't know me.
You don't know anything about this.
Yeah, well, you don't know me, but you bailed me out.
I didn't need your help.
But you need mine.
What's that?
The pipes.
What pipes?
Come on, let's get out of here.
I was right.
Listen. What is it?
How they talk to each other.
Oh man, that's what I've been hearing all night. I just thought it was steam
the pipes.
What? What's wrong?
They know where we are.
Come on.
Where are we going?
Where they aren't.
They're heading north.
How do you know that?
Because it says so.
They were just here.
N arrow 195.
Mackey's got a net out from Noble to 195th. We could go over to 193rd and be
safe there for a while.
You know where the ice works are?
Yeah. Why?
I'm going to meet somebody there at 8.
It's about 20 minutes away if we could catch a bus.
You want me to take you there? No, I gotta find this guy first.
Why? Why is he so important?
Because he has something that belongs to me.
Something worth dying for?
No, something worth living for.
It's important.
So that guy killed Tiny because Tiny took it from you?
He was trying to make a phone call.
Who?
The guy I'm looking for is trying to call for help.
He needs to find a phone.
Most of the payphones around here don't work.
You know the ones that do?
Check this place!
Find him!
Find him!
What do you want people wrong homie to mess with?
It works.
So is he here?
I don't know. It doesn't look like it.
Where's the next one?
Over on McCarty.
Come on.
There's someone in there.
That's it.
That's it.
Right.
Why'd you kill Tiny?
I didn't kill your friend.
He was dead when I got there.
He's telling the truth, Maggie. There was someone else there. I saw him.
Blindfold him. You're making a mistake.
For God's sake, she had nothing to do with this. Let her go. Yeah?
You tell me the truth then, boy.
You tell me you killed Tiny, and I'll let her go.
If not, I'm gonna do her first.
Okay. I did it.
I did it. Just let her go.
Good. Very good.
Kill the girl.
Yeah!
Do them both!
No!
Matthew!
Somebody just wasted Blaze. I saw it.
Where? On McCarty. It's the guy I'm telling you about.
Shut up!
Tell me what you saw, boy.
Dude just popped him three times in the neck.
In the neck? That's where Tiny got it.
Where on McCarty? At the phone booth near the tunnel, Dave. He's still there.
I'm telling you, that's the guy you're looking for.
I said shut up!
Well, somebody's gonna die.
Let's go!
It's all right. Stick your heads out.
Okay.
Here.
Get the hell out of here.
What the hell?
Is that what you were looking for?
Yeah.
What time is it?
7 .45.
Oh, I get to the ice weeks.
You can grab a bus over on Broad.
I'll come with you.
No, no.
I gotta do this alone.
Look, um... I want you to have this.
Bus ticket?
It's an open ticket.
Just take it and go home.
I don't have a home.
My parents don't even care where I am.
Look, however bad it was, I mean, it can't be worse than this.
I mean, you can't have a life here, not even a bad one.
What about you?
Are you going to go home?
are seen in the darkness than in the light.
Hey. An image, a photograph, lines and shadows.
The answers will just have to wait until the darkness returns.
The station you're listening to.
It's the WKZN.
You know who they broadcast from?
You're looking at it.
That's all for me, night people.
Until sundown, this is Karina, your light in the night, reminding you that
dreams are what take you where you go.
In the darkness or the light, your dreams are what make you who you are.
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