Silent Hill: Downpour2011

[Murphy comes upon the Devil's Pitstop, a dilapidated B&B and diner with an old truck parked out front]

Murphy:
Well, look at that... an old '52. Flathead V8, no doubt about it.

[Murphy prepares to break into the truck when a mailman approaches]

Howard:
Wicked old beast, ain't she?

Murphy:
What?

Howard:
I said she's a wicked old beast. Me, I'm partial to something with a little less rust, but to each his own.

Murphy:
Look, I don't want any trouble. Just point the way out of town and I'll keep right on going.

Howard:
Now who said anything about trouble? Just trying to be helpful, son. [extends his hand] Name's Howard, by the way.

Murphy:
Murphy.

Howard:
Heading to prison, are you, Murphy?

Murphy:
Just looking for a way out of town, that's all.

Howard:
That so? 'fraid all the roads are out. Every last one of them. Strangest thing.

[Murphy looks up and sees a mutilated figure in a wheelchair in the hotel's second floor window]

Murphy:
What the - ?

Howard:
Something wrong, son?

Murphy:
Did you see it? Up there in the window. [the window is now boarded up] Never mind.

Howard:
I suppose if you're really desperate, you could try the old sky tram. Course, it hasn't really been kept up since the accident.

Murphy:
I'll take my chances.

Howard:
That's the spirit. Well, this mail ain't gonna deliver itself. Good luck, Murphy. Hope you find whatever it is you're looking for. [walks off into the fog]