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Maine: Well, we’re expecting a record crowd from the neighboring counties! Naturally, we hope to break the record set by last year’s Moosefest in our neighboring town Watery. Ladies and gentlemen, some people have asked me what’s the big deal about Deerfest, and I think that this sums it up: it’s about friendship and community. We’ve got a great party coming up, but let’s try to hold it in until tomorrow and get through the night in one piece, all right?
Cynthia: I have it. “Someone will come for it when the time is right.” Thomas said so. He wrote it. The key is insurance. It’s my job to keep it safe, safe in the light. Always in the light.
Wake (V.O.): All the manuscript pages were gone. The FBI agent had taken them.
Barry: I think… I think my tongue just took a crap in my mouth. Gah. Ohhhh, wait, we’re in jail now? Oh, Al, Al, this is not good.
Wake: That about sums it up.
Barry: Ohh. I am never drinking again.
Wake: I need to talk to Weaver. She’s the one in the song, the lady of the light.
Barry: What, the crazy lady? Whatever you say, Al, but we’re stuck here. They’re not gonna—
Sarah: What the hell kind of game are you playing, Nightingale? You haven’t even interviewed Wake.
Nightingale: I had some reading to do first, Sheriff. And let me tell you, it was an interesting read. Well, I’ve got you now, Raymond Chandler. It’s all here, all the evidence, including conspiracy to murder a federal agent. There’s no way you’re walking out of here. You hear me in there, Brett Easton Ellis? Huh?
Sarah: Agent Nightingale, I want to talk to your superior.
Nightingale: Well, we all want things, Sheriff. I wanted my—…look, that’s not possible right now.
Sarah: Agent Nightingale, I insist…
Sarah: Wake! What’s wrong?
Nightingale: Lady, are you stupid? It’s a trick! It’s an obvious trick!
Sarah: Okay, I’ve had enough of this crap. Wake, I’m gonna trust you with this.
Nightingale: You’re joking.
Sarah: Agent Nightingale, your opinion would matter more if you were sober and if I actually believed you were here on official business.
Barry: Whoa!
Nightingale: Get… get back in the cell, Stephen King! The only way you’re leaving this place is over my dead—Wait a minute! I know this—Haaaargh!
Sarah: Oh my God.
Wake: Light. We need light. It’s the only way to fight this thing.
Sarah: In my office. I’ve got your things there. Follow me.
Barry: Oh man! We’re sitting ducks with the lights out!
Sarah: Stay cool. I can get the emergency power on.
Sarah: Here are your things. Wake, what do I need to know? What do you need from me?
Wake: They can be hurt in the light. Only in the light. And I need to find Cynthia Weaver. She can help me stop this.
Sarah: Light. Check. Cynthia—she lives in the old, decommissioned power plant. I can get you there pretty quickly in the rescue chopper. C’mon, let’s get back to your friend. Wheeler, I need you to stay here.
Barry: What? No!
Sarah: We’re going to fetch our ride, but I have friends who need to be warned about this, and I can’t be in two places at once. I need your help.
Barry: Well… Okay.
Sarah: Here’s a list of people and phone numbers. I need you to call them and tell them that you have a message from me. “Night Springs”. Okay? They’ll know what to do.
Barry: “Night Springs,” like the TV show? Gotcha. Oh, hey, that radio guy is on the list. Maine. Who’s Frank Breaker? He related to you?
Sarah: My dad.
Barry: Hey, is this like a secret society?
Sarah: Can you do this? You’ll be safe here, the backup power’s on. These guys need to be alerted, just in case we don’t come back.
Barry: Uh, you’ll come back for me, though, right?
Sarah: As soon as we get the chopper ready. Thanks, Wheeler, I owe you one. Okay. Let’s go, Wake. Through the back.
Barry: My hangover wants a pizza. You think there’s any way I could order one, Al?
Wake: My hangover wants you to shut up and get to work.
Barry: Uh, hello, Mr. Breaker, this is Barry Wheeler? Yeah, I know it’s late, but listen, the Sheriff—Sarah asked me to tell you something. She says: “Night Springs”. Okay? So I guess she—Yes sir, okay, I—No, uh, she’s okay, she’s just busy so she asked me to— Oh, no, no. Actually, I’m a literary agent, sir, I’m just helping her out ‘cause she’s busy right now. Well, the one you’d most likely be familiar with is Alan Wake. You’re kidding! Well, I’m glad to hear that, sir. I’ll tell Al you said that, that’s really nice. But listen, I really need to make some more calls here. Uh, you got the message, right? Yeah, that’s right. Okay, thanks, sir. Bye now. Hey, the sheriff’s dad is a big fan, Al. Said you’re the best thing to happen to crime fiction since James Ellroy. I think he was a little drunk, though. Hello? This is Barry Wheeler. I’m calling on behalf of the Sheriff. Sarah says: “Night Springs”. Okay? Okay. Bye. hello? Hi, Barry Wheeler. I have a message from Sarah. “Night Springs”. Okay? Bye now.
Sarah: Oh, hell. Whatever took Nightingale must have broken the gate controls. We can’t reach the gate’s control box from here. We need to get to the other side over the rooftop.
Wake: I’ll go. I’ll open the gate for you once I’m across. You stay here in the light and cover me, Sheriff. Okay?
Sarah: Are you sure? Okay then. But hurry.
Wake: Hey, Sheriff? Your password, “Night Springs”, what’s that all about?
Sarah: It’s a stupid joke we have, that Bright Falls is the original inspiration for the TV show. This town can get weird at times. Never this weird though. You need to bypass the damaged control box!
Wake: What am I, an electrician? Hold on. Oww! Damn it, that smarts!
Sarah: Good job, Wake. Okay, stick close. Our first stop is the Town Hall. The keys to the chopper are there.
Wake (V.O.): The air smelled of fish. This was Bright Fall’s industrial area. There was probably a cannery nearby.
Sarah: I’m going to want explanations, you know. For example: what the hell happened to Rose? She’s seriously messed up now.
Wake: The same thing that I think happened to me after I arrived.
Sarah: During this week you can’t remember?
Wake: Oh, I remember now.
Sarah: Wake! Over here, there’s light! I have a key. Watch my back, Wake.
Wake: It’s an ambush!
Sarah: Let’s go, Wake.
Sarah: Okay, someone’s messed with the fuse box here, but you should be able to jury rig it while I find the keys…
Wake: I already got electrocuted once today. How about I look for the keys and you get burned for a change?
Sarah: Fine. They should be in the clerk’s office on the other side of the building, near the main entrance.
Wake: Gotcha.
Wake (V.O.): The message was from Barry. He was getting worried at the station. He wanted us to hurry.
Wake: Okay, Sheriff, I got the keys!
Wake: Barry?
Sarah: Why isn’t he inside?
Barry: Oh God. oh God!
Wake: Barry, look out! Barry, move!
Barry: Aaah!
Wake: Barry!
Sarah: He made it inside, Wake. He’s okay! The storefront’s blocked. Come on, Wake, let’s go around. We can meet him in the back.
Sarah: We can make it through the book store! Wheeler should be waiting for us in the back yard.
Doc: Hey! What’s wrong with you people? Keep it the hell down or I’ll call the sheriff!
Sarah: Oh, hi, Doc! I’ve got it, don’t worry about it.
Doc: Sarah! About time somebody showed up. All this shooting in the air is idiotic. One of these days they’ll kill somebody. And over Deerfest!
Sarah: I know! Go back to bed. He’s got a point, Wake. Look, this town can’t take this.
Wake: It’s me they want. The sooner I get out of here, the sooner you can all get back to “life as usual.”
Sarah: I hope you’re right. C’mon, let me get this door open.
Wake: Wait, you got the keys to the bookstore?
Sarah: Perks of being the Sheriff. A girl needs to get around. They’re really taking advantage of your presence here, Wake. I heard they’re selling a lot of your Alex Casey books!
Wake: Right now, I’m not a big fan of my own writing.
Wake: I don’t see Barry!
Sarah: Look, Wake! Maybe that’s him? That’s the way to the chopper. I’m gonna give Pastor Howard a piece of my mind about this lock. I told him to get it fixed! Okay, it’s open! Let’s go, Wake.
Wake: Wow.
Sarah: We keep them lit all night long on the night before Deerfest.
Wake: Why?
Sarah: Well, it’s tradition. We’re almost there! We’ll have to go through the basement to get to the parking lot.
Wake: Yeah, there’s no way going through the crypt’ll turn out to be a bad idea.
Barry: Guess that one saw the light! You didn’t like that one? A tough audience. Well I got plenty more.
Wake: What… what are the Christmas lights for?
Barry: Protection, man! Like garlic against vampires.
Wake: Vampires.
Sarah: The helicopter’s just across the parking lot and up the hill! C’mon!
Barry: The Bright Falls General Store is now my favorite place in the entire world. See this head lamp? It’s like a super power. I can just look at one of those things and they die! It’s my flaming eye of Mordor! I wish I didn’t say that.
Sarah: Yeah.
Wake: Hey, I want a head lamp.
Barry: Last one.
Wake: Bastard.
Barry: When someone throws a damn school bus at your head and you’re about to take a helicopter ride with someone who may or may not have a pilot’s license, you’re cleared for departure… to Night Springs. Uh, no offense, Sheriff.
Sarah: The helicopter’s just up ahead. I’ll need a while to prep for takeoff.
Barry: Don’t take too long. I wanna get out of here.
Jagger: You will never get her back.
Sarah: We’re not ready to take off yet!
Wake: Well, get ready! I’ll hold ‘em off.
Sarah: Try to stay alive, Wake! I’m skipping everything I dare on the checklist! Keep fighting, Wake! We’re almost ready to take off! Wake! We’re leaving! Get a move on!
Barry: Al! Come on!
Sarah: Wake, you better put an end to this.
Wake: Just get me to Weaver, Sheriff.
Barry: You’re taking a big chance on a local crazy lady, Al. I hope you’re right about her, or we can kiss this town goodbye.