Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Wynter and I had a true blood connection tonight.

She showed me her most private self-mutilations

and I let her pierced my ear.

[laughs] Dante.

Dante.

I gotta rest.

I told you, you shouldn't have done that last hit, man.

You've been doing too much lately.

[laughs] You're not doing enough.

I love the venom and the sweet venom loves me.

Yeah, come on, we gotta go.

The last night bus is in 10 minutes.

Don't touch me!

Fine.

Sleep it off, I'll see you later.

[sirens in the distance]

[rock music]

Sweet, man.

[THEME - TAMARA RHODES, "LIVE FOREVER"]

THEME SONG: I can't explain these things of late.

And it burns in the night in the place where I keep my peace.

Yeah.

And I can't explain these strange things of late.

And when the darkness falls, I hear you call,

it goes on and on and on.

I say who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

Who wants to live forever, it's you, it's me,

it's in your blood.

Who will be my fantasy?

Who will be my ecstasy?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you, it's me, it's in my blood.

[music playing]

(SINGING) I like to play at night.

At night.

The reaper's influence has fallen over my sanctum.

Sorry, the reaper?

Oh, the grim reaper.

A dead body was found outside Lexia's club.

My sweet angel, you read my mind.

Death's hand touches us all, but this boy's passing

might doom the Underground.

And the Underground is the name of your bar?

The Underground is not a bar, it's more of a--

Booze scam for bloodsucking wannabes?

LEXIA: A sanctuary for children of the night,

where they can congregate.

It's $9 a drink.

I thought you said she was open to those of us who choose

to live alternative lifestyles?

She is.

You are.

Believe me.

VICKI: OK, here's the part I don't understand.

If he died in the alley, what exactly

do you want me to investigate?

I have enough problems with the city already.

I don't need them trying to blame Dante's death on me.

Is there any reason to believe your establishment might

be connected to his death?

My customers are like my children.

I nurture them.

Like Coreen.

My favorite.

The most spiritual of the night breed.

OK, I'll take the case.

My fee is--

500 a day.

Plus expenses.

VICKI: What a sweet girl.

Do you think she uses a forklift to get her hair that high?

Before you start, Lexia is my friend.

After Ian died, she was totally there for me.

She doesn't really strike me as the warm, fuzzy type.

COREEN: You just don't know her.

Lexia is guarded when dealing with mundanes.

Mundanes?

You know, normals.

Outsiders.

You mean me.

This is why you should let me work the case with you.

Coreen, I don't even know if there is a case.

And if there is, ever since I got these, half of my cases

are a horror show.

I don't want to drag you into it.

Excuse me?

I almost became a demon bride, twice!

I had my mouth stolen by a voodoo queen--

I can handle anything that they throw at us.

Oh, I'm sure we'll read that in the book

of famous last words.

First thing we need to do is find out about the dead guy.

I bet he's chock-full of clues.

Did you just say chock-full of clues?

I'm in, right?

I mean, Vicki, this is going to be so much fun.

VICKI: I don't know if I agree with your definition of fun,

but all right, you can help. - Yes.

VICKI: Coreen!

Be still, no one likes a perky goth.

[eerie music]

[knock]

[hiss]

RAJANI: Gene Hanson is proving to be a bit of a conundrum.

We know he was last seen alive at around 4 o'clock

in the morning.

But his physical condition belies that estimate.

Oh.

Looks like he's been dead a lot longer.

Yeah, or he was swarmed by something.

Exactly what I was thinking.

On areas not consumed by insects,

I found blisters, hives, and swelling.

Anaphylactic shock?

From insect bites?

Anything could have triggered the allergic reaction.

COREEN: My cousin, if she even looks at a peanut--

blowfish.

VICKI: Well, these are insect bites,

and that gets Lexia off the hook.

Still!

I mean, that is one hell of a bee sting.

RAJANI: Mm-hmm.

You need to go to the underground,

find out what Gene Hanson was doing before he died.

Underground?

I have to go change, I can't go looking

all corporate like this.

Ugh!

Corporate!

[phone ring]

Hello.

VICKI: Hey, I've got a case that's

taking a tour through Weirds-ville, you care to join?

I'm a little tied up at the moment, I'm going to dead--

--line to meet.

All right.

You don't have to explain yourself to me.

I've got a life.

I thought you were dead.

I'm busy.

BOTH: You're wearing that?

OK, this is strictly a fact-finding mission,

you understand? - Right.

We're here to find out what Gene Hanson

was doing the night he died.

I got it.

If you suspect someone, don't accuse them, OK?

Don't let on that you suspect.

OK?

Do not pass go, do not collect $200, you come directly to me.

You understand?

OK, OK.

Can we just go in now?

All right.

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't you think we should go in separately?

You don't think I fit in?

Yeah.

Sure.

(COUGHING) Narc.

[loud goth music playiing]

OK, you take the customers.

Don't let on that we know each other.

Hmm.

What?

So, what you serving?

This is a private club.

LEXIA: It's OK, Wynter.

This is Vicki Nelson, she's doing some work for me.

She'll have some questions for you.

Please feel free to give her any assistance that she needs.

WYNTER: Taking a walk on the dark side, are we?

Unfortunately, I live there.

How long did you know Gene?

Since eighth grade.

Drama club.

I never should have let him stay.

She dragged him into that bus.

COREEN: It's not your fault.

All our talk about death's sweet embrace.

You know what?

It's not sweet.

It hurts.

Did Gene have any allergies?

I can ask his mother.

WYNTER: Absinthe and wine are the only thing

Lexia'd drink, so.

It's all we serve.

Got to say, I could go for a tequila every now and then,

you know?

And Gene Hanson?

What was he drinking the night he died?

Absinthe.

Anything else?

Not that I know of.

dr*gs?

In a nightclub?

Half the kids here are using.

Did Lexia know that?

She'd have to be blind not to.

Yeah, she sure would.

Now this is truly a surprise.

I need your help, detective.

Oh, I don't do parking tickets.

It's not about parking tickets.

Really?

Well you must want to know what to get Vicki for her birthday.

You know what, between you and me,

she really loves kitten posters.

This was a mistake.

Hey, hey, Fitzroy, come on.

I mean, c'mon.

Tell me, what's going on.

Somebody left a dead body on my doorstep.

There's another vampire in the city,

and it's just getting started.

MIKE: You moved the body?

Are you out of your mind?

FITZROY: Under the circumstances,

it made the most sense.

No, you totally compromised the evidence.

I preserved the body to the best of my ability.

No, you should've called the police, that's

what you should have done.

FITZROY: And that's why I came to you.

You know my life doesn't bear scrutiny,

isn't it your job to serve and protect?

Actually, I don't think that motto was

meant to extend to the undead.

There's another vampire out there.

And this one is k*lling people.

Detective, I need your help.

Unless you'd rather me handle this on my own.

Fine.

What's done is done.

Let's just move on, shall we?

What happened?

This is what I know.

The body appeared at my door around 9:00 PM.

She was already dead.

The neck had been savaged, and she

was drained of all her blood.

So-- what?

This is the vampire equivalent of a gift basket?

It wasn't a present.

Vampires are solitary predators, it's in our nature.

It keeps us from overpopulating and depleting

our hunting grounds.

He wants my territory.

Does Vicki know about this?

No.

And I don't want her to know.

I've been targeted, and that puts everyone

who's close to me in danger.

Oh gee, thanks for bringing me into this.

OK, if only one of you can work this town, how

do I know I'm not going to like this other vampire more than

you?

Because I'm the devil you know, detective.

Yes, you are.

OK.

OK.

Two conditions.

One-- we find this thing, we put it down.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

What's the second?

Full disclosure.

I ask you something, you answer.

I want to know what color your underwear is, you tell me.

You got it?

Red.

Silk, actually.

Not actually asking, Fitzroy.

When do we start?

Soon as somebody phones the police about a dead body.

You got a quarter?

LEXIA: I feel so bad for that Evan guy.

He blames himself for Gene's death.

VICKI: Does he have reason to?

Typical Friday night.

Go train in from the burbs.

Burger and a movie after the Underground.

They must have been up to something.

Come on, you don't go out for a burger

and wind up as the main course of an insect buffet.

What are you thinking?

Well, if it was an allergic reaction, then

maybe it was something they took.

Were they into dr*gs?

No, didn't seem like the type.

Yeah, people don't always seem like the type,

that's why you have to ask.

You think I screwed up.

VICKI: Coreen.

You're the investigator, right?

So you have to consider all the options.

If it's any consolation, if he was doing dr*gs,

chances are he wouldn't have been honest with you about it.

But what makes you think he was doing dr*gs?

Because they dress in black? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

I always judge a person's character based entirely

on their wardrobe decisions.

If Lexia had knew that dr*gs were for sale in her place--

COREEN: No.

I know her.

Never let your emotions cloud your investigation.

Because you're the only one that can do that, right?

Look, Lexia is not involved.

Believe me.

[fast-paced music]

RAJANI: Are you sure you wouldn't rather

wait for my report, Detective Celluci?

MIKE: Doc.

You and I both know that what you find

isn't going to end up in any report.

Meet Jane Doe.

RAJANI: I see.

Extensive trauma to the neck.

Flesh looks torn, doesn't it?

Yes.

Most likely by hand.

I thought they used their, um.

Y'know.

Well, if that's the case, then maybe

we should be talking to Vicki.

MIKE: Uh.

Well you see, she's so busy these days.

Hate to see her torn in too many different directions.

So-- let's not.

I understand.

Good.

VICKI: Hi, guys.

MIKE: Oh, hey!

Say, did you, um--

did you get Gene Hanson's toxicology report back?

I'm looking for any evidence of narcotics.

I'll check and see when the results are due in.

VICKI: OK, thanks.

Hey.

VICKI: What's up?

Working that Beetle-mania case?

Yes, I am.

Reason to believe the club owner might

have known about drug dealing in the establishment, so.

Ah.

If dr*gs led to the kid's death, she could be held responsible.

Mm-hmm.

You got it.

Speaking of which, I need you to check some names for me.

Her and her staff, see if they have any priors?

Do you mind running them?

Sure, let's go.

Yeah, I'll even throw in a little lunch, maybe if you--

wait a minute.

Usually takes a few minutes of sparkling repartee

before you'll give up anything.

I'm trying to be nice, is that a crime?

No.

No.

Who's the customer?

Hey, are we doing this or not?

Let's go.

All right, already.

Oh!

Uh, glasses.

[rattle]

Hi!

You know, when you're around someone long enough,

you can spot their little clues, their "tells".

And this is apropos of?

VICKI: Well, I was in the morgue today, and Mike was there,

you know, investigating that Jane Doe.

And he offered to help me gather information,

no questions asked.

- That was nice of him. - Yeah.

He's never done that, not in the 10 years I've known him.

Well there's a first time for everything.

Hmm. Apparently.

Like you hanging up on me last night.

I have to get some pages to my editor.

Henry, what's going on?

Vicki, I've been thinking.

It might be a good idea if we don't

see each other for a while.

Oh.

I have to focus on my work.

Yeah.

Sure.

Whatever.

I have to go.

You, um.

Planning on bringing your portfolio

with all those pages in it?

Thank you.

Lexia Chang had no priors.

COREEN: Toldja.

However, Mohadevan did find an unknown substance

in Gene Hanson's blood.

That doesn't mean she's selling dr*gs.

All right, then sping me a better theory.

Something supernatural.

Huh, used to be that would be my last suspicion.

Now it's my go to.

All right, hit me.

The bugs.

There are lots of references from Miss.

There's the curse of the locust from the Bible,

and there are spells specific to insect infestation.

And the Beelzebub, it's often referred to

as Lord of the Flies.

Then why did they go after Gene Hanson?

They running some kind of black magic thing down at the club?

Goths are sometimes into Wicca, not black magic.

Listen, Coreen, I know you don't want to hear this,

but somebody's into something nasty down there.

Whether it's dr*gs or black magic or whatever.

Chances are, your friend knows about it.

Are you coming with me or not?

[goth music]

Malek!

Malek.

Do you want another drink?

It's Evan.

And no, thanks.

Sorry about Dante.

Gene.

They figure out what k*lled him?

What does it matter?

He's dead, right?

Living people around here asking questions.

You haven't said anything, have you?

Course not.

WYNTER: Good boy.

No thanks.

I'm just trying to make you feel better.

Yeah, well it didn't do much for Gene.

You don't think this is what k*lled him?

He was doing a lot.

Yeah, and he was sleeping it off in an alley.

Who knows what could have happened to him?

Hey!

I know how we can make each other feel better.

I have a new piercing.

Where are you?

[sighs]

There's evidence to indicate that Gene Hanson

died of anaphylactic shock.

The pathologist found an unknown substance in his bloodstream.

Yeah, an unknown substance.

VICKI: I need you to be straight with me.

Are you selling dr*gs here?

I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.

Coreen, tell her I'm not selling dr*gs.

You have to tell her.

Whichever way it is, you have to tell the truth.

VICKI: If Gene died from something he bought here,

you are responsible.

Are you selling dr*gs?

No.

And we're done here.

[groans]

LEXIA: You said you could help me.

You call this help?

She's practically accusing me of m*rder!

We're just trying to get to the bottom of--

She's just the same as all the other mundanes.

They see the way they dress, and they think we're freaks.

She's really just trying to help.

It's OK, Corinna, I see who you're siding with,

your minimum wage paycheck.

I thought you knew me.

I thought you understood the dark beauty of what

I'm trying to create here.

I do!

Lexia!

VICKI: Hey, Coreen.

You came into this with an attitude about my friend--

and me-- and our lifestyle.

You were never looking to help her.

That is not true.

Oh, come on.

Think about it, Vicki!

You can't ever trust anyone, can you?

[woman screaming]

VICKI: Hey!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh my god.

COREEN: [yelps] Ugh.

[yelps] Get off him!

VICKI: Number one.

Yeah, we need the ambulance to the Underground Club,

it's at Queen West and Crawford.

Thank you.

Got you.

Good idea.

I'm going to take them to Dr. Mohadevan.

Oh, unless of course, you want to do it.

No, you're perfectly capable.

FITZROY: We can't risk letting Vicki find

out about this other vampire.

You don't understand the potential fallout

from this conflict.

[snickering] You just love to dramatize everything,

don't you?

This is a two-bit turf w*r, nothing more.

This is much more than that, Detective.

Fine.

Inside.

I'm all ears.

In the late 1700's, a vampire esconced in a Polish village

found himself under siege.

By another vampire, who had set out to take over his territory.

MIKE: And don't tell me, they both wound up

k*lling each other.

That would've been preferable.

The newcomer methodically disassembled

the life the first vampire had so painstakingly created.

He k*lled friends and acquaintances, lovers.

Those closest to him were the first to die.

Which one were you?

The one still alive.

MIKE: Rest of the village?

Not exactly winning me over, here, Fitzroy.

Just be careful how you act around her.

The less suspicion we arise in her, the better.

If the other vampire believes she's with me,

Vicki will most certainly die.

Well, speaking of aroused suspicions.

Do you often stand her up to go meet with your editor

in the middle of the night?

Point taken.

What do you have?

Her name was Gabrielle Claremont.

That's it?

A name?

Yeah.

And it's more than I had a few hours ago.

But now that I do have a name, I get to meet with her parents,

and tell them that their child was m*rder*d--

for no apparent reason--

while trying to find out what they know of her last 48 hours

alive.

That's what I get to do.

Then I'll leave you to that, Detective.

Keep in mind, Fitzroy, I'm not doing this for you.

I don't even like you.

Since we're affording each other

the courtesy of bluntness, I don't like you either.

Vicki seems to trust you with her life.

That's good enough for me.

[dark music]

VICKI: Any luck with the insects?

COREEN: Sent them to the morgue this morning.

Doctor Mohadevan is sending them to an entomologist

at the University for identification.

Hmm.

What about the second victim?

Evan Crane has a puncture wound on his arm.

I was just talking to him the night before,

and now he's dead.

I know.

But you're just going to have to put that aside for now.

OK, tell me about the injections.

Well, it's either that or a sting.

Her words, not mine.

So it's bugs or dr*gs.

Maybe it's both.

OK, now you're losing me.

No, listen.

What if there were a substance common to both victims that is

somehow attractive to the bugs?

Like some kind of pheromone?

Yeah, maybe it's being sold as a party drug down at the club.

And you think whoever's selling

the drug doesn't even know it?

No, I didn't say that.

But why?

Let's start with who.

RAJANI: It is feasible, I know that wasp venom has

a pheromone in it that signals other members

of the hive to attack.

Of course, one question still stands--

if this is a pheromone, then how did

it get into their bloodstreams?

Are you kidding me?

C'mon, people will try anything if they think

it's going to get them high.

Remember a couple of years ago, people were licking

the backs of cane toads?

RAJANI: (LAUGHING) Do I!

Awful things.

So, this, um, substance.

It could ostensibly be attracting the insects?

It is possible, but to be sure,

I need to be able to run some tests with a pure sample.

VICKI: All right, I'll get on it.

Oh, hey, uh, did you, um, have any luck with that thing you

were working on the other day?

What thing?

The Jane Doe, you and Mike.

Yes, we were able to get an idea of her dental records.

You gonna tell me, or what?

Why wouldn't I tell you?

It's a Gabriel Claremont.

Oh.

OK!

The thing I'm not supposed to tell you

is that this may have something to do with Henry Fitzroy.

Oh!

Trust me.

MIKE: According to our agent, Miss Claremont had

a photo sh**t three days ago.

Nobody's heard from her since.

So the last person to see her would be the photographer.

Yeah, I'm still working on that.

I did, however, find the address to the studio.

Wanna go check it out?

I'll get my coat.

OK.

Oh, uh, one other thing.

This photographer does lead us to the vampire--

how do we stop it?

I'll take care of that.

Oh, really.

What?

Surely, Detective, you don't have

a problem with vampire and vampire v*olence?

Uh, what if this vampire is stronger than you?

Come on, Henry, anything is possible here, OK?

I just want to know how to k*ll the thing.

All right.

I swear that if I ever try to k*ll you again,

I won't use any method you tell me about.

Strangely enough, Detective, I believe you.

Thank you.

FITZROY: A stake through the heart always works.

Sunlight, immolation.

Come on, I've seen the movies, give me some special here.

What?

Like a secret word that makes our heads explode?

That would work, is there one?

FITZROY: No.

Decapitation is always effective.

Watch where you swing that thing.

If we are confronted with the other vampire,

it will attack me first.

How can you be so sure?

FITZROY: It won't find you any kind of threat.

And we can use that distraction to our advantage.

Hey, I'm the one wearing the badge here, remember?

And I'm the vampire.

If you want the k*lling to stop, you'll do as I say.

Oh, hey, uh-- what about holy water?

No.

Dammit.

Shall we?

[inaudible]

FITZROY: Blank photo release forms.

Yeah.

See what we find here.

All right, uh.

Looks like a basic supermodel diet--

diet pills, vodka, cigarettes--

Gabrielle.

MIKE: Ah, well at least this confirms that she was here.

MIKE: No sign of a struggle.

No sign of anything.

What about blood?

No.

All right, well, I guess we're done here.

Somebody is coming.

Wait!

Hi!

If you guys were planning a party,

I mean, you could have at least put me on the guest list.

All right.

Who's going to tell me what's going on?

It's best if you don't know.

Best if I don't know what?

FITZROY: Telling you would kind of defeat the purpose of,

it's best if you don't know.

OK, you two have been skulking around the city for two days.

I want to know what's going on.

VICKI: I can't believe, neither of them

would tell me what was going on.

This is a little hard to picture.

Mike and Henry are hanging out?

VICKI: No, they're not just hanging out,

they're working together.

They're investigating that fashion model m*rder.

Know what drives me crazy?

That they didn't even want me involved,

didn't want my help, nothing.

Yeah.

There's nothing worse than when you find out somebody

close to you doesn't trust you.

It's not the same thing, Coreen.

Of course not.

So what are you going to do?

Well.

We still have a case to work.

That might be a little difficult, since our client

isn't talking to us anymore. - Hmm.

Doesn't mean we drop the case.

Listen, two men are still dead.

The police aren't treating this as a homicide.

You still think it has something to do with that drug?

Well, unless there's some kind of insect infestation

that we don't know about, the drug

is the only thing those two deaths have in common.

Hmm.

You know, we need to get a pure sample of that drug

so we can find out what the hell it is.

You're going to have to go in.

Me?

You don't think I'll mess up your investigation?

Coreen, I trust you.

Clearly you're the one suited to this.

I don't know that world.

And to be honest, I wasn't really serious

about it to begin with.

Is this your way of apologizing,

or are you just trying to avoid having your hair dyed black?

Is it OK if it's a little of both?

All right, listen.

There is one condition.

You'll have to wear this transmitter,

I'll be able to hear you at all times.

COREEN: OK.

VICKI: All right, you will have one hour.

If you don't make contact during that time,

I want you to get out.

If you look nervous, you're going

to draw heat, so be careful.

If you do get into trouble, I want

you to say my mother is not going to like this,

and I will come right in.

I know what I'm doing.

Now, and don't accept any drinks from anyone,

don't leave your drink unattended.

If anyone gives you dr*gs, take them but do not take them.

Do you understand?

And I will look both ways before I cross the road,

and I will floss after every meal,

and I'll wear a sweater just in case it gets cold.

I'll be fine.

Well, you better be, or I'm going to kick your ass.

I'll meet you back here at midnight.

I have to run an errand.

Hey.

Aw, Mike stand you up?

Look, if you're here to grill me again, I just--

VICKI: Listen.

Coreen's going to go undercover tonight,

and I need someone who can blend to the Goth scene,

keep an eye on her.

I can't.

Not tonight.

Henry-- there are two men dead.

And I think there's going to be more.

I need your help.

And I'm working on something that could

prove to be just as dangerous.

For both of us.

VICKI: I know!

That's why we should be working together, right?

We're supposed to be partners?

FITZROY: Yes.

Just not tonight.

OK.

Sure.

Can't blame a girl for trying, right?

You know, if you um.

You feel like it.

We'll be at the Underground later.

You know.

If it's not too much trouble.

Christina.

What do you want from me?

[loud goth music]

I'm in, over.

Ah, C'mon Coreen, it's a one-way radio.

Hey, have you heard the good news?

Hey.

Looking to score.

You know, party favors?

C'mon, Coreen.

You want Angel Tears or Crow?

Angel Tears?

C'mon, c'mon.

Angel Tears is acid.

Crow's cocaine.

Come on.

I'm actually looking for something a little different.

Evan told me about it, but I can't remember the name.

Venom?

That's it.

Venom.

Do you know where I can find any?

Ugh.

Something I said?

I've got a lead.

Over.

COREEN: (GASPING) Wynter.

Hey.

I hear you're looking for some Venom.

Yeah.

Do you know where I can get some?

Mm-hmm.

How about straight from the source.

First time's free.

COREEN: You don't have to do this.

You're wrong.

I do.

Be on our way.

Why?

WYNTER: Well, didn't you know?

Your friend has a powerful enemy.

It's open season on her, and I wanted to be the one to do it.

COREEN: (SCREAMING) Vicki!

It's me-- I don't know if you can hear this.

It's Wynter, she's some kind of demon.

Watch out! (SCREAMING)

WYNTER: You're too late to save your friend.

I'm over here!

Nope. (ECHOING) Here!

What are you?

WYNTER: What I am.

You know.

Demon.

WYNTER: There are all kinds of us.

All kinds of hungers.

What are you doing slumming it down here?

WYNTER: Nothing is without purpose.

You want me, right?

Ugh!

Why did you k*ll the kids?

WYNTER: I hook them on the bottle.

Then move them up to the spike.

That's when I feed.

All their sweet juices.

I had to sacrifice a few to get your attention.

If your kind get too much of the bug in them, my,

the little ones go crazy, and they feed too.

That's kind of a win-win, right?

Unh!

That tickled!

Darkness is waiting.

VICKI: Ugh!

Let it wait!

It'll take a lot more than that to beat me, b*tch.

Ugh.

Henry?

Sorry I'm late.

Sweet ride.

(SCREAMING)

All right, mom, thanks.

Well, Mohadevan says it was some kind of insect venom,

although it's unlike anything she's ever seen.

It's a good thing you didn't get too much of that in you.

She said to just keep taking the antihistamines for the next 24

hours, you should be fine.

That thing used me and my friend to get to you.

I almost got you k*lled.

You were right not to trust me.

VICKI: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

No.

That is not the point.

You did fine.

All right?

You have a little work to do on the whole, uh, trust-thingy.

What do you think, is it me?

(LAUGHS)

VICKI: You just, rest, OK?

Just take it easy.

MIKE: So what the hell was this thing again, a demon bug?

It's actually the other way around.

A bug demon.

VICKI: Well, I think you actually both might be right.

You two, huh.

You're just like peas in a pod lately.

Hey, you know what, I am so ready to take my pension

and retire somewhere else, sweetheart.

What did it want?

Apparently it wanted me.

It was k*lling those kids to draw me in.

It's dead now, so you don't have to worry about that anymore.

Which means I am free to help you

two find that vampire you've been looking for.

Oh yeah, yeah I figured it out.

All by myself.

I can do that.

I'm a private detective.

No.

Yeah, Henry's right.

Now, you're out too.

Hey, wait a minute Henry, we had a deal.

I help you, we take it down together.

The deal's changed.

I don't want anyone else to die.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who's going to die?

Yeah, and since when did you become altruistic?

What the hell's going on?

It was a mistake to involve you.

Wait a second.

You know who it is, don't you.

Anyone else dies, Henry, then I'm holding

you personally responsible.

I work better alone.

Stay out of my way.

She's too powerful.

MIKE: Henry!

Well that's great.

I mean, that's just great.

So now I've got two of them running around the city.

VICKI: No, he's doing it to protect us.

She's been watching him.

She's probably been watching him all night.

She?

VICKI: And he's figured out who it is, and he's protecting her.

Woman behind the vampire.

Christina.

MIKE: And who the hell is Christina?

Trouble.