Silent Hill: Downpour2011

DJ Bobby Ricks:
That, my brothers and sisters, was another rock and roll classic coming to you courtesy of DJ Ricks on this fine afternoon. Weatherman says there's a storm coming our way to spoil the fun, so batten down the hatches and snuggle up under the blanket with the one you love, 'cause it's gonna be a rough ride. And speaking of rough rides, we got another dedication going out to my man with the plan, Murphy Pendleton. Somebody out there's got and eye on you, M.P., so watch your back and keep it on track! [puts on a record, then Murphy comes into the broadcasting booth] Hey man, come on in. Got a disc spinning right now, so you ain't interrupting nothing. Man, you look like you just say a ghost or something. You all right?

Murphy:
Not really, no.

DJ Bobby Ricks:
Good to hear. So, what can DJ Bobby Ricks do for you, uh - ?

Murphy:
Murphy Pendleton.

DJ Bobby Ricks:
Like I was saying. What can DJ Bobby Ricks do for you, Murphy? Got a track you want to play or - ?

Murphy:
I'm the guy you've been putting out the dedications for. I got the message; I came to find you.

DJ Bobby Ricks:
'Fraid you got the wrong man, Murphy, I don't know what you're talking about. But if there's a song you want to hear or a dedication you want to make, I could... [the song ends and Ricks turns to the mic] You're listening to the DJ Ricks show on WLMN-FM, where the tracks are tight and the sweet melodies flow on and on. It's always a perfect day with DJ Ricks, your on-air friend to the end. [puts on another song]

Murphy:
Look, man, I came here through hell and high water because you called me? Now cut the bullshit, 'cause I don't have time for this.

DJ Bobby Ricks:
Chill out, man. You don't keep your voice down you're gonna get us both in trouble and you do not want that. [whispers] You don't know who might be listening, understand? Thank god someone finally heard me. I can't even tell you how long its been just spinning record after record after record hoping someone...

Murphy:
What the hell's going on here, Ricks? What is this place?

DJ Bobby Ricks:
No time to explain. If we're gonna get out of here, we gotta move fast! You getting this far tells me we just might have a chance of getting out alive.

Murphy:
What the plan?

DJ Bobby Ricks:
Right, listen... I've got this boat, she's moored down at the marina. She's fast, real fast. Problem is some motherf***er ransacked the studio and jacked the keys.

Murphy:
I'll hotwire it, no problem.

DJ Bobby Ricks:
That's not gonna work. This place, it does strange sh*t to reality, man. It's like there's rules you gotta follow, you know what I mean? [the booth phone rings and Ricks answers it] Bobby Ricks... uh-huh... yeah, sure. Who's it going out to? [pause] Uh, that's nice of you to think of me. Yeah, real nice. Thank you. [hangs up and turns to Murphy] They're coming.

Murphy:
Who?

DJ Bobby Ricks:
Doesn't matter. We gotta find those keys. They're on a silver chain that says "Freedom". You can't miss 'em.

[Suddenly, Anne bursts into the room with her gun drawn on Murphy]

Anne:
Pendleton!

Murphy:
Put the gun down, damn it. We might have a way out of here.

Anne:
[to Ricks] You, I need to use your phone.

DJ Bobby Ricks:
Sorry, lady. Calls come in, but don't go out. Just 'cause folks wanna be heard, it don't mean they're willing to listen. See for yourself.

[Anne picks up the receiver, but does not get a dialtone]

Anne:
What the hell's going on around here?

[Just then, several Screamer monsters smash through the booth's glass]