Cut to the neon sign atop the "City Centre Motor Hotel." The camera pans down to find a swarm of SWAT cops streaming across the second floor's balcony towards a room in the center of the building. If you blink, you'll miss Linda Blair scuttling along towards the back of the pack.
"Well," The Show Killer begins, entering an interrogation room to straddle a chair at the table, "at first I thought you were just stepping up your game." Opposite Detective Sheridan is a person of the gentlemanly persuasion, but all we can see of him are his hands, cuffed to the chair.
Meanwhile, the SWAT cops plus Blink-And-You'll-Miss-Her Linda Blair edge closer to their targeted door.
"Credit card fraud," The Show Killer continues, voice overlapping with the visual above, "breaking and entering, but this one? Puzzled me." The camera's back on Detective Sheridan's face as he eyebrows, "Grave desecration." "Still," he allows, "these are all a long way from murder."
Meanwhile, the slowest team of SWAT cops in the history of the world plus I'm-Ready-For-My-Close-Up-Mr.-Kripke Linda Blair finally arrive at their targeted door. Linda takes a step forward from the greenish gloom of the overhead fluorescents in the background of the shot to allow the camera to focus in on her face, and GO BACK! GO BACK INTO THE GLOOM, LINDA BLAIR! Yikes! "Far be it from me to point this out to you," Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon begins, "but the dear woman is pushing fifty. What did you expect?" No close-ups for starters, thanks. And for God's sake, keep it down until the opening credits at least, otherwise we're never going to get through this rather complicatedly constructed expository sequence. "'Complicatedly constructed'?" Raoul sniffs. "I'll assume you meant to include a parenthetical 'for this show, of course' in there somewhere, and allow you to carry on."
"Then we got a fax from St. Louis," The Show Killer adds, back in the interrogation room. "You're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman," Detective Sheridan continues. "However, no one can prove anything," Sheridan admits, "because supposedly, you died there."
The Slowest Team Of SWAT Cops In The History Of The World plus GO BACK INTO THE GLOOM Linda Blair finally ram into their targeted room and train their array of weapons on the fifteen-foot-tall human-shaped blob in the blurry foreground of the shot.
"I gotta tell ya something," The Show Killer near-whispers. "You look pretty healthy to me."