Night Carnage (2025)

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(soft dramatic music)

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(wind howling)

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(horn honking)

(footsteps tapping)

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(quiet footsteps)

(cane thudding)

(lock clattering)

(door clicking and creaking)

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(door clicks)

(cane clattering)

(footsteps tapping)

- [Aidan] Remember,

you don't do anything.

Just scout it out.

First sign of anything,

you come grab me. We clear?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I, I got this.

If I find something, I

come out and call you.

I know, I got it.

- Good.

- Okay.

(eerie orchestral music)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps tapping)

(bag rustling)

Oh, sh*t.

(exhales) I found

it. I found it.

- [Aidan] Negative. If you have

confirmation, retreat.

- I'm going in.

- Negative.

If you have

confirmation, retreat.

(bag rustling)

Lucas. Lucas.

- Ah. (grunting)

(coffin lid creaking)

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(Vampire Queen

hissing and growling)

(hammer whacking)

(Lucas screaming)

(blood spurting)

(Vampire Queen screaming)

(hammer whacking continues)

(Vampire Queen wheezing)

(blood spurting)

(Vampire Queen gasping)

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(Lucas exhaling)

- Adrian, Adrian. I

got her, I got her.

Hello?

(body rustling)

(Michael growling)

I hear something.

I hear something.

(body rustling)

(Lucas breathing uneasily)

(Lucas groaning)

(Michael hissing)

(Lucas screaming)

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(Michael hissing)

(blood spurting)

(Michael snarling)

- Lucas?

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Lost him.

- Another night is gone.

(Michael breathing heavily)

(Michael blowing)

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music continues)

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music continues)

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music continues)

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(intense orchestral music)

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music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

Marcus, is that you?

(footsteps tapping)

- Yeah, it's me.

- Come a little, come

a little closer, son.

You remember Aidan?

He works for me.

- Yeah, course.

- Marcus.

I'll give you guys some time.

- Okay.

And there you are. My boy.

(footsteps tapping)

(birds chirping)

There's something

I gotta tell you.

I've needed to tell you

this for a long time.

(soft dramatic music)

- What is it?

- There's a small group that's

been around for centuries

known as The Knights Society.

And their main

job is to protect.

They seek out and

destroy the undead,

banish them back to Hell.

- (scoffs) Sounds like one of

the comic books I'm reading.

- (chuckles) Don't laugh,

depending on the comic book,

there are codes from the Society

that indicate orders

to be carried out.

And I need to tell you

about your birthright.

- sh*t, Dad, was I adopted?

- (chuckles) No.

No. You are my blood.

(folder rustling)

- What's this?

- That's the coin of a knight.

Open this. Open it.

(papers rustling)

Easy, easy, easy

with that stuff.

That's been around

for three generations.

That's all about your bloodline.

(photos rustling)

Now I know that you like

to collect all kinds

of really cool

stuff for your bar.

(photo rustling)

- Who's this?

- Ah, just keep

reading, keep reading.

Read. Go on.

(papers rustling)

- (exhales) I, I don't

know what I'm reading here.

What are you trying

to tell me, Dad?

- That's all about your

great-great-grandfather.

- Uh, no sh*t?

Wow, ah...

(papers rustling)

(chuckles) I've

never heard anything

about your side of the family.

And I, I tried to

do a family tree

a few years ago

for your birthday.

I couldn't find anything.

- Oh.

- I learned that Mom's

side were bootleggers

from Kansas City.

(Father laughing)

- My side were knights.

And just keep reading.

Check that out.

I wanna leave this world knowing

that you understand

what I'm telling you.

- Oh, you got me.

This is about Dr.

A. Van Helsing.

- And about the Society

that our family formed.

- Ah, um, I'm not following.

What does Van Helsing

have to do with me?

And, and what's, what's

the Knight Society?

- He was your

great-great-grandfather.

- What?

The fictional character

in the monster novels?

- Yes. Yeah, fiction is

most often based in truth.

- Dad, just because we

have similar sounding names

does not mean that--

- "Von Helsin"

was "Van Helsing."

(eerie orchestral music)

- What are you telling me?

- When they came

through Ellis Island,

they thought it was a misprint,

and they really

couldn't understand

his heavy Dutch accent,

so the name was altered forever.

"Van Helsing"

became "Von Helsin."

- You're serious?

- Yes.

That is your

great-great-grandfather,

Van Helsing. And that other

picture

is a man that we believe

k*lled your

great-great-grandfather.

Son, our family has been in

the hunting game for centuries

- Vampire hunters?

- Yeah.

All those stories you

heard, they're true.

He was a hunter.

And, um, I've just been

waiting for the right time

to, ah, to share

all this with you.

- So you're saying that

my great-great-grandfather

is the famous vampire

hunter, Van Helsing?

- Yes.

- Uh, written about in

the damn horror novels?

- Yes.

- And we come from a long

generation of hunters?

- Yes.

- And I'm a Van Helsing?

- No, you're a Von

Helsin without the G.

(soft dramatic music)

(Marcus exhaling)

- Okay, so, ah, now what?

- That coin is now

your birthright,

and someday you'll share

that with your blood.

- Do you want me to,

to hunt vampires?

(Father coughing)

- Revenge, extinguish

all of them.

(crows cawing)

(Father coughing)

That man.

He's identified by

the Society as Michael Connor,

and the man who k*lled your

great-great-grandfather.

(soft piano music)

(Father coughing)

Aidan will help you get settled.

(soft vocalizing)

Son,

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carrying out this tradition

is God's will.

(breathing uneasily)

- Dad.

(inhales) Dad.

(melancholy vocalizing)

(Marcus breathing uneasily)

(Marcus exhaling)

(trees rustling)

(birds chirping)

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(waves crashing)

(waves lapping)

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(gate clicking)

(footsteps pattering)

(door clicking)

(cap twisting)

(phone ringing)

(knocking)

(blinds clattering)

- What are you doing?

- Hi, Mom.

- One sec.

- Tell Aunt Julie I said hi.

- [Julie] How did

you know it was me?

- 'Cause I have caller id.

- [Julie] Oh, yes, the

caller ID.

Why do you waste your

money on things like that?

- I don't. It comes

with the phone.

- Does mine?

- Yes.

Along with a bunch of other

things that you don't use.

- [Julie] Oh, really?

Before I forget, are you

coming up this weekend

for the family retreat?

You said you might.

- No, I can't.

I have a few things to

handle for work. Sorry.

- [Julie] (scoffs) What

do you have to handle?

More dates with

strange men? Please.

You might find a nice

man at the retreat.

Someone who will accept

you for who you are.

- Mom, I'm good.

It's part of my job.

I go on the dates and then I

blog about them afterwards.

- [Julie] Sounds like a

stupid way to find a man.

Who pays for these

so-called dates?

And how do you make

money with this bogging?

I'm worried about you.

Listen to your mother

and come to the retreat.

- It's called blogging.

- What is?

- My job, Mom. It's what I do.

Mom, I have people

that pay me to do this.

This is a real job.

- [Julie] (scoffs) Go

out with strange men?

Sounds like one of

those escorts. Contessa.

You're not an escort, right?

- No, I am not an escort,

but I am totally miserable

with what I received

from your side of the family.

- [Julie] Tessie,

don't say that.

You know how many people would

love to have what you have?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Mom, I have to go.

- [Julie] You need to

come to this retreat.

Just think, you could

meet your soulmate.

Just the way I met your father.

- Um, I cannot do that,

but I can send Laura.

- [Julie] Laura? You know that

child doesn't have the gift.

The only gift she

has is annoyance .

And she gets that

from my poor brother.

- That's true. Mom,

let me call you back.

I have to go.

- Okay, dear.

I love you.

- Me too, bye.

- That's so not true. I have

good traits I get from my dad.

- (chuckles) What's up, Laura?

- I was gonna take you

to breakfast. Remember?

- Oh, cuz, I can't.

I have to do work.

I have too much to do.

Can we go tomorrow?

- Fine.

- Thanks. Do you wanna lock

yourself out when you leave?

- (scoffs) And

she throws me out.

You know, you're

lucky I love you.

(Tess chuckling)

See you tomorrow.

(door creaking)

(lock clicking)

Locked.

(blinds clattering)

(lock clicking)

(birds chirping)

(door clicking)

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(shower spraying)

(curtain scraping)

(shower spraying continues)

(birds chirping)

(message dinging)

- Oh.

Let's see.

Oh, a date tonight. Perfect.

(keyboard clattering)

Steve.

Steve. I like that.

Steve. It's very mature, Steve.

Steve and Tess.

Okay. That's nuts.

(bottle crinkling)

(water dripping)

(mellow electronic music)

(bottle crinkling)

(birds chirping)

(hands rubbing)

All right.

"Dear Tess, let's

talk about manners.

Why do grown men forget

that they were taught this

or should have been

at an early age?

My date the entire night was

belching various names

at me all night."

What?

(bottle crinkling)

Oh no. Okay.

Ew. Okay, first of all,

let's break it down.

Belching at the dinner table,

that is not cute nor polite.

(bottle tapping)

(cork popping)

(wine trickling)

Some cultures find it respectful

to belch after a good meal.

They find it to be

complimentary towards the chef.

(keyboard clattering)

Okay, I get it, but belching

while saying random names

is not cute nor polite.

It's just rude.

(wine pouring)

Dump him.

(keyboard clattering)

I mean, I would've

bit his head off.

"Dear Tess, my first date

was a bit on the boring side.

He kept talking and all I wanted

to do was jump his bones."

Oh my gosh. Settle

down, tigress.

A first date should be

like a job interview.

Two people finding out

if they can get along

and are interested in building

something cool together.

Jumping their bones the

first night takes away

the mystery and the excitement.

That's what I think.

But you never take

your own advice.

(wine pouring)

(glass tapping)

(keypad tapping)

(keypad tapping continues)

(phone ringing)

- [man] Yo.

- Hi, Steve?

- [Steve-O] Steve-O, please.

- Oh, Steve-O.

I'm sorry. (chuckles)

- Hey, who this pretty voice,

sweetheart?

- This is Tess

returning your

call back tonight.

- Oh, yeah. 7:00 PM, Renfield's.

I'll see you there.

(birds chirping)

(keyboard clattering)

Steve-O. (chuckles)

Steve-O.

Steve-O.

(soft jazz music)

(traffic whirring)

(customers chattering)

(dishes clacking)

(fork scraping)

(customers chattering continues)

(heels tapping)

- Vanessa.

My eyes deceive me,

but so much like her.

- Mm. I need to take you

to my father's place.

You will love it.

They have everything.

The chef is pretty unique

in what he whips up.

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- Tell me your name.

- It's Trudy.

(utensils clinking)

(diners chatting)

- How you doing?

Thanks for coming.

I'm, I'm Steve-O.

- I beg your pardon?

- You just asked me

what my name was.

- Did I?

- Mm.

(fork scraping)

- Nice. Go easy.

You're gonna give me diabetes.

(Trudy scoffing)

- I can smell your cologne.

- Oh, th-thank you.

You like it? It's, you

know the Dollar Store?

You, you used to

go to Dollar Store,

nothing there, and now

you can get everything.

They get the cologne,

they get everything

you need there, it's good.

- I could smell it

when I walked in the front door.

(customers chattering)

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- More cake?

- Mm. (chews)

- Yeah, you look, you

look real nice tonight.

What, what, what is

it? Louis, Gucci?

What do you got, what do you

got going on here? Huh, huh?

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Ah, so we got sangria?

- We do, we do. Got sangria,

the red wine sangria.

Hey, you, you come here a lot?

- Yes, I do.

- You been here before?

Yeah? What do you...(chuckles)

You know, I, I just got some

of the piggies in the blanket,

and I don't know about you,

but I got a big side of mustard,

'cause I like putting mustard

on the piggies in the blanket.

I like the piggy

and the blanket,

and you know, it goes really

well, pairs really well

with the garlic

cheese bread here.

I've been coming to

this place for 15 years,

so I think we're gonna

have a real good time.

Oh, and I'm so sorry.

I forgot the, the

best part of all this.

I got some shrimp

c*ck for you.

And I know you, I know you

like the c*ck sauce,

so I got a bunch of c*ck

sauce for us to just nibble on.

And we'll talk about each

other, talk about you.

I wanna know a lot about you.

I don't, I'm talking a lot.

I'm talking a lot. I

know I'm talking a lot.

I'm gonna let you talk 'cause

I wanna hear about your life.

I know you're, you're a blogger,

real interested in the

blogging that you do.

(needle scratching)

(gentle piano music)

(record crackling)

(gentle piano music continues)

("Ave Maria" playing)

("Ave Maria" continues)

(door clattering)

- (Woman) Let me out!

("Ave Maria" continues)

- [Woman] Let me out of here!

(door banging)

Let me out!

("Ave Maria" continues)

(lights buzzing)

(water flowing)

- Let me out of

here, you as*h*le!

(faucet clicking)

(Trudy breathing uneasily)

Do you know who my father is?

(door banging)

(Trudy breathing heavily)

Let me out of here!

(faucet running)

(lights buzzing)

My father will bury you!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Michael growling)

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music continues)

(Trudy screaming)

(flesh squelching)

(intense orchestral music)

(Michael growling)

- Steve. (chuckles)

- Hey.

- Seriously,

that was so much fun.

- Hey,

you are so damn beautiful, huh?

(Tess chuckling)

- You wanna maybe

- No, thank you, I can't.

- go back?

- I have an early

morning planned.

- Okay. Maybe another night.

(Tess chuckling)

Another, different night?

- Yeah. We'll talk.

- Hey, ah, where, where'd

you park down here?

Let me walk you.

- You really don't need to.

- No, all right, hey, hey.

- I'm right here.

- I'm a gentleman.

- Steve-O, it's really okay.

- It's a dark night

in this scary alley.

Let, let me walk you. Come on.

Come on.

- Steve.

- Please, call me Steve-O.

- Steve-O, stop seriously.

- (kisses) Huh?

- Okay, okay, okay. All right.

- Not tonight.

- All right.

Well, hey, maybe we

should do this again. Huh?

I like you, you like me.

We had good time, huh?

- Yeah, definitely. We'll talk.

- Yeah?

- I'm, I'm a little busy

next week, but...

- Well, maybe

next weekend, huh?

- We'll talk.

- We're talking right now.

Okay?

Well, have a good night. Huh?

- Have a good night, Steve.

(traffic whirring)

(footsteps shuffling)

- Steve-O.

- Did I do something wrong?

- No.

- I felt a bit, ah, slighted.

- "Slighted?"

- Slighted.

I mean, we, we put

it on the phone, huh?

And I take you out. And

I dropped 375 bucks!

- Steve-O, I've had-

- We left, I figure you wanna,

Shut up!

(tense electronic music)

All I wanted was a hug

and to take you out again.

(traffic whirring)

Why wait until next time, huh?

- Steve, stop, stop!

- Huh, huh, huh?

- Get off of me! Uh!

(traffic whirring)

- Look, I...

Look, I like you.

- Well, I don't in

that way. Leave.

(body thumping)

- Hey, hey!

You shouldn't tease a man

and dress the way you do

with these little short

dresses you got on.

Huh? You shouldn't do that.

- A woman in a dress

is not an invitation

for a man to have

his way with her!

Get the f*ck away from me!

(Steve-O chuckling)

- Ah, wait, wait, wait. Is

that, is that your story?

Is that what you

think I'm doing here?

Is, is that what you're

gonna write about

in your shitty

little blog tomorrow?

Huh, you gonna say, "I went out

with such a bad man last night.

He was so bad. He

attacked me last night."

That's why people

do crazy things.

You, you, you, you women,

you, you lead us on

and make us spend our

hard-earned money on you.

You take advantage of us,

you make us think that

we're gonna, we have a chance,

we're gonna get something.

You're, you're gonna put out!

Chicks put out all

day, every day,

whenever the hell they want to,

but the second that a

man attempts to get some,

he's labeled as a r*pist!

Huh? You gonna write about

that in your little blog?

- Good night, Steve.

(heels tapping)

- You know, you're

not even worth it.

(door clicks and bangs)

You're not worth it, honey.

(Tess breathing uneasily)

(traffic whirring)

You're a wh*re! Huh?

(tense electronic music)

b*tches love Steve-O!

b*tches love

Steve-0, sweetheart!

(fist pounding)

- Mm!

(footsteps shuffling)

(traffic whirring)

(engine stalling)

(hand pounding)

(Steve inhales and exhales)

(door clicks and bang)

(tense electronic music)

(hood clicking)

(rod clattering)

(Steve exhaling)

- Dammit.

(caps clicking)

Mm! Damn.

Uh.

(door clicks and bangs)

(traffic whirring)

(cans clattering)

(trash rustling)

(growling)

(Steve groaning)

(flesh tearing)

(claws scratching)

(snarling)

(blood spurting)

(flesh tearing)

(Steve gasping)

(growling continues)

(mellow rock music)

- Well I'm fighting battles

with impossible odds.

I look down at this

symbol of celebration.

You know what it does?

(upbeat rock music)

It lets me know that no

matter how bad things are,

the end of it telling 'em,

"Put them red panties on,

Daddy's coming home.

(Marcus chuckling)

It's a celebration, baby."

So never say that I

don't know about fashion

'cause I'm wearing red

Penney's on my wrist, huh.

- Yeah, Aidan knows fashion.

(drink pouring)

He usually just gets

dressed in the dark.

(man laughing)

- Hawkin' me out.

I don't even know

why I come here.

Oh, that's right. I

promised your dad.

- Huh, and the drinks are cheap.

- And I put up with your sh*t.

- Well, that's it.

- (chuckles) Hey, whatever

happened to that clown

you had in the front, the

Siamese, weird, petrified thing?

- Yeah. Freaked a

few customers out.

I had to move it

to the courtyard.

- Are you serious?

That thing was badass.

Ah, can't make everybody happy.

- Another one.

(drink pouring)

(footsteps tapping)

(pages rustling)

(mellow rock music)

- There she is.

Pepper's in the house.

- Boo

(Marcus chuckling)

(exhales) We need to talk.

- Yeah, yeah, just, ah,

meet me in the back.

- Seriously? Wow.

- She's been gathering

intel for me.

It'll be okay. Hey Aidan,

watch the bar for me.

- Let me get another beer.

- Sure.

Just add it to your tab.

- What are you talking

about? Doing a job for you?

Yeah, I'm protecting

this establishment,

handling your customers,

and doing it with class.

It deserves two

drinks on the house.

- Okay. Grab a glass of water.

- For what?

- Pretend it's a glass of gin.

- Oh my God. What?

Wow. You got jokes now.

You should probably put

that bit up on stage

with those other shitty acts.

- Ah, wow, hey, thanks.

- I'm just being serious, bro.

(Marcus chuckling)

(mellow rock playing)

So what's up buddy?

Want another drink?

- Hell, yeah.

- First one's on me.

(mellow rock music continues)

- (exhales) Not saying

much tonight.

(papers rustling)

You all right?

(bottle tapping)

(papers rustling)

- Thanks.

- Any issues?

- Nope, the guy's

a missing persons,

never asked me any sh*t.

In fact, the one

guy's been trying

to get in my pants for years.

He'd probably give me his

bank account info if I asked.

- Really? You should ask.

- That's not gonna happen.

(exhales) Thank you, by the way.

- All good. So, ah,

what'd you find out?

(folder rustling)

- (sighs) You're

gonna want a drink.

28 missing persons have been

reported since the summer.

18 of those cases

are still open.

- 10 cases were closed.

What you thinking, Pep?

- Why do you collect

all this odd sh*t?

- Ah, because it's odd.

I guess it's in my genes.

My great-great-grandfather

was a hunter of the macabre,

I'm a collector of the macabre.

- Yeah. Seems like it.

- Hmm. What made

you become a cop?

- Detective. And,

ah, I don't know.

It's a family business. I

guess it was in my genes.

My granddaddy was one too.

- Well look at that. Another

thing we have in common.

(Pepper scoffing)

Now the world

is filled with bad people.

There's not enough good ones

out there to hold it down.

So what do you think

about these pictures?

- Those aren't all coming

from the same crazy.

And all 28 cases,

(exhales) they were all last

seen at Renfield's Place.

- (scoffs) Is that a real place?

- Yeah, it is.

- Wow. It's, that's bizarre.

- It's a popular place.

What are you thinking?

- Well, it's also the

name of a character

in those novels about

my great-grandfather.

- So we're on the same page?

- Regarding?

- That can't just

be a coincidence.

And I'm willing to bet

you that we are dealing

with multiple predators here.

- You gonna be back

here all night?

A bunch of weirdos

that just showed up

call themselves

Freaks of Russia.

- (sighs) Damn, forgot

about those guys.

Ah, just show 'em the green

room behind the stage.

- Yeah. Getting

another beer, dog.

- Yeah, sure.

- Awesome.

- The victims that

were found, (exhales)

it suggests that they were

all mauled by an animal.

(traffic whirring)

- Welcome to Renfield's Place.

I have your table ready for you.

(customers chattering)

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Salute.

(glasses clinking)

- To you.

(both chuckling)

(soft jazz music)

- Why to me?

- Pretty incredible.

I mean, do they always

stare like this?

- The envious stare. Uh.

Staring at you.

- Mm.

- Should we get out of here?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

- I hope everything was to

your liking, Mr. Connor.

- Pristine as always, thank you.

- Enjoy your dinner?

- Loved it.

Thank you.

- Great.

That's what I like to hear.

- If you could bring

the car around as well.

- Actually, your car is ready,

and till next week, good

night to you and the lady.

- Thank you.

- Perfect.

And for the staff as well.

- Thank you.

- It was a pleasure.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you.

- Have a good evening.

- Good night.

- Ah, it will be

a good evening.

- Mm.

- Shall we?

(customers chattering continues)

(utensils clinking)

(soft jazz music continues)

- You look absolutely beautiful.

- (chuckles) Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Here's your menu.

- Thank you. How are you, Raoul?

- I'm great. How

are you, Ms. Wagner?

- Good.

- Have a wonderful evening.

Ah, Bella will be here

with your specials.

- Thank you.

- I really like this place.

Has a wonderful vibe.

- Yeah.

- This is awesome.

- Hi, how are you?

- I'm good.

How are you?

- Good, thank you.

Do you like pinot noir?

- Yeah.

- This one's on the dry

side, but it's my favorite.

I love pinot noir.

- But, no, I'm cool with that.

- Okay, great.

- Toast.

- What do you wanna toast to?

- Those eyes. That smile.

Very inviting.

To this evening.

May it last forever.

- (chuckles) That

sounds wonderful.

(glasses clinking)

(soft jazz music continues)

- Wow.

This place has everything.

So much to choose from.

- I know. I am so

getting the lamb chops.

- Really? I kind of

assumed you'd be vegan.

- (scoffs) What? Vegan?

No. I will destroy those chops.

- Well, here's a man

surprised. (laughs)

(traffic whirring)

(siren wailing)

(soft jazz music continues)

(soft jazz music continues)

(traffic whirring)

(soft jazz music continues)

(horn honking)

(engine humming)

(soft jazz music continues)

(traffic whirring)

(engine humming)

- I thought you said we were

going back to your place.

(chuckles) Where are we?

- This is my home.

- (inhales) This is your home?

(seat belt clacking)

- Yeah.

Please.

(door clicking)

(seatbelt clacking)

(door clicking)

(Michael chattering)

(door thudding)

- Mm.

(Michael chuckling)

- Don't be afraid.

(Hope chuckling)

I've got you.

(keys jangling)

- Oh. This place

seems very peaceful.

(chuckles) Are you an artist?

(Michael chuckling)

I love the ambiance.

- I tried to give it a

sense of the old world

when I had it built.

Huh. If these walls could talk.

- Mm.

- Some embarrassing

stories for sure.

- Hmm.

- Let's get a drink.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

(pages fluttering)

- I feel like I've

been here before.

- I'm sure I would remember.

I never forget a face.

(footsteps tapping)

- Mm.

(book rustling)

So, do you live here, um...

- Alone?

Yes. Most of the time, anyway.

- Thanks.

Um, so you never forget a face?

- Mm. There have been many.

Maybe not quite as

pretty as yours.

Some fade over time.

Others still haunt you.

It's, ah, you know how

that goes. (chuckles)

- Mm, cheers.

(glasses clinking)

(glass shattering)

Oh, I am so sorry. Oh, sh*t.

Oh my gosh. I'm such an idiot.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Um, do you have a towel?

Um, oh, I'm so embarrassed.

I'm such an idiot.

(breathing uneasily)

(tense electronic

music continues)

Michael?

Michael? Mm.

(suspenseful electronic music)

Michael?

(footsteps)

Michael? (gasps softly) Oh.

- Sorry. Didn't

mean to startle you.

- That's okay.

Hmm. Um, here.

- No, don't worry.

(Hope chuckling)

Just a priceless crystal

glass and $1,500 brandy.

- Oh, sh*t. Uh,

how embarrassing.

I am so, so sorry.

- I'm kidding. It's

a cheap rock glass.

You're lucky, though.

- Oh.

- As a child, if

I broke something,

I'd be punished, sent my room.

- Mm.

Thank you, Mr. Connor,

for a beautiful night.

It was so enjoyable meeting you.

(intense electronic music)

(eerie electronic music)

(eerie electronic

music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(soft footsteps)

Michael?

(suspenseful orchestral

music continues)

Michael?

(Hope breathing uneasily)

Michael, Michael, are you there?

(Michael growling)

(Hope breathing heavily)

(gasps) Michael?

(suspenseful orchestral

music continues)

Michael, are you there?

This isn't funny anymore!

(breathes uneasily)

Oh!

(Hope breathing heavily)

(Hope whimpering)

No.

(Hope whimpering)

(growling)

(Hope screaming)

(Hope gasping)

- Forgive me.

(blood spurting)

(Hope moaning)

(flesh squelching)

(Michael breathing heavily)

(body thuds)

I had hope for us. (exhales)

(birds chirping)

(trees rustling)

(eerie electronic music)

(shower spraying)

(birds chirping)

(clothes rustling)

(towel on mirror squeaking)

(knocking)

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

(continued knocking)

- [Tess] Ah, sh*t.

- Oh my God. It took

you long enough.

Could have been r*ped or k*lled.

- Even if you screamed,

no one would've heard

you over that outfit.

- Uh, wardrobe

advice from a woman

who answers the door in a robe.

Cute.

(chair scraping)

Ready for breakfast?

- Hmm.

(Laura sniffing)

- It smells like sex in here.

(Tess chuckling)

How was he?

- He tasted like sh*t.

- Uh, you ate him? Why?

You texted me that picture.

I thought you guys

were hitting it off.

Oh my, when I said

go in for the k*ll,

I meant seal the deal

romantically, that is.

Not k*ll him.

- I thought he was the guy,

but then he went and

did something stupid.

- Okay. What did he

do that was so stupid?

(tense electronic music)

(birds chirping)

(soft dramatic music)

(blankets rustling)

(Bryan exhaling)

(coins jangling)

(watch clicking)

(mints clattering)

(Bryan sighing)

- Oh, damn. That sh*t

was good. (exhales)

(tense orchestral music)

(shirt rustling)

(glass tapping)

(Bryan sighing)

(Bryan sighing)

(keys jangling)

(blankets rustling)

Hey, babe.

(door clicking)

Oh, hey, babe. Hey.

Babe, what did I do?

I know. I know.

- Uh.

Hold up. Is that a tip?

Okay. I am not a hooker.

(Tess inhales and exhales)

- Well, I told you,

I had to stay late.

Yeah, I, I was hanging

out with the fellas.

Yeah, I told you we

closed that big deal.

Yes.

I don't know, all we

did was hang around,

(exhales) drink

c*ck, smoke cigars.

(birds chirping)

Yes, of course.

Yes, I love you.

Okay. I'll be home soon, okay?

All right. I love

you too. (kisses)

(traffic whirring)

(tense electronic music)

What the heck?

(Bryan sighing)

(phone buzzing)

Mm.

Hello, beautiful.

Yes, I'm back in town.

The trip took a little

longer than expected.

Sure. I can make it over.

Maybe not for breakfast,

but I could bring dessert.

(eerie electronic music)

(phone buzzing)

(sighs) Oh my God.

Yeah, babe?

- [Woman] Bryan, did you leave

the office yet?

- Yeah.

- You did?

- Yeah, I had to go back

to the office and get my wallet.

(woman sighing)

I'll be home in a few.

- Fine. Can you pick up

sparkling water from the store?

- Pick up what from the store?

- Sparkling water.

- Okay, fine.

- Good, thank you.

- Yeah, I love you too.

- Love you, mm-hmm, bye.

(Bryan kissing)

(Bryan inhaling and exhaling)

(glove compartment clicking)

sh*t.

(wrapper crinkling)

(Bryan spitting)

Ah, what's up?

(lips smacking)

(traffic whirring)

(tense electronic music)

(paws stomping)

(lips smacking)

(Bryan blowing)

(hands rubbing)

(lips puffing)

(clothes rustling)

Dude, (chuckles) you

are too cool for school.

(lips smacking)

(Bryan exhaling)

(suspenseful electronic music)

Come on now.

Oh, you gotta be kidding

me. A f*cking ticket?

(door thudding)

(ticket rustling)

Is this a joke?

Tess, you following me?

Huh?

(suspenseful electronic music)

Oh, sh*t.

(Werewolf growling)

Oh, that is a big f*cking dog.

(Werewolf growling)

Oh God, that's, that's,

that's, that's a...

(Werewolf growling)

(Bryan screaming)

(claws scraping)

(flesh tearing)

(blood spurting)

(Werewolf growling)

(intense electronic music)

- Tossing money on a dresser

as if you were some

cheap hooker? (chuckles)

Although you did sleep

with him on the first date.

I mean, I would've

k*lled him too.

- Seriously? You're

judging me now?

- Uh-huh. I mean,

you did eat him.

- I did. (belching)

- Oh, oh, God! Nasty.

- Sorry, cuz.

- It smells like hot dogs.

- What do you need?

- Ah, I mean, I was gonna

take you to breakfast,

but seeing you ate already.

- I can still taste

his drugstore cologne.

He said such sweet

things to me, Laura.

- Yeah, was that before or after

you played hide the salami?

Ha-ha, yeah, I bet

it was before. Right?

- Oh my god, you are so

judging me right now.

- Look, I know you go on

dates with these creepy guys

to build a following

on your blog.

I get it, but you're

looking for Mr. Right,

and he doesn't exist.

You keep on finding

Mr. Screwed up.

- He's out there somewhere.

- Yeah, whatever.

Our mom needs to help,

me to help her out.

Her hip's out again.

Where's this chew toy of

yours I need to bag and burn?

- The parking garage.

- Here? Are you freaking nuts?

(Tess chuckling)

Why so close?

- Hello? My bed is here.

- Uh, what if someone saw you?

You could have

gone to his place.

- He's married. Remember?

- Uh-huh. Yeah,

you did say that.

- I didn't want to eat the dude.

Like the wedding band, I

could have gotten over,

but the money, I'm not a hooker.

- Yeah, you really need

to rethink your meal plan,

'cause, uh-huh, no more

eating where you live.

I am doing the

heavy lifting here.

- Sorry, cuz. It just happened.

- Why do you get to dine and

dash and I have to clean up?

I mean, if I were to change,

I would not do that to you.

Yeah. I would clean up my mess.

- Seriously, you think

I like tearing up

my designer outfits

on a weekly basis?

You think I like eating people?

- Don't you?

I'm sure you enjoy

devouring these shitty...

I mean, hell, I'd much rather

your curse than my period.

- Oh my God. Listen to you.

I'm sorry the wolf blood

skipped over you and went to me.

My mom just probably has

stronger genes than your dad.

- Hey, my father does

cool things too. You know?

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Growing a unibrow

is not a talent.

- It, it's not just his unibrow.

He can also-

- Okay, cuz, I don't care.

Can you please just get a

mop and clean up my date?

- Okay. Where is he?

- All over the garage.

Mm, I'm kidding.

By the dumpster.

- Dammit, Tess.

You couldn't have done

'em in a cleaner place?

- Sorry. Next time.

- All right.

Oh, and actually, um, if you

come across the hooker money,

can you bring it back?

Your girl needs

some new clothes.

- Mm, gotcha. (chuckles)

- Thank you.

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks and thuds)

Hooker money. I'm not a hooker.

(traffic whirring)

(birds chirping)

(soft dramatic music)

- That was the last

time I saw him.

- (inhales) Your

father was a good man.

You know, he sort of helped

me win my first fight?

- Really? How so?

- (inhales) Well back

when my dad would leave

for long periods of

time with the Society,

your dad would check

in on us sometimes,

making sure we were good.

- The benefits of living across

the hall from each other.

(Marcus chuckling)

- And I came running

up the stairs, crying.

And your dad grabbed

me by the shirt,

and he said, "Why

are you running?

Why, why are you crying?"

I told him, "Lenny, another

10-year-old had hit me."

So then he stood

up, he looked at me,

then he punched me

right in the arm.

- (chuckles) Why?

- (chuckles) Ow.

It hurt so bad.

And I remember I stopped

crying really fast.

I was confused.

And then he yelled

at me, "Cry, dammit!"

- (inhales) Wait a

minute. I remember this.

I was in the kitchen with Mom.

Pops went in the

hallway...(inhales)

- He hit me again, even

harder. He said, "cry!"

(chuckles) And then he said,

"Boy, Mr. C. hits harder

than any 10-year-old."

- (laughs) Oh, yeah.

- "You can cry once.

Now go down there and deal

with Lenny." (chuckles)

So I ran downstairs,

I kicked Lenny's a*s.

Never ran again.

- God, Lenny was such

a bully to both of us.

Ah, my dad was a good man.

Different time, different world.

You know, they would've called

Child Protective Services now.

(both laughing)

So, ah, you wanna tell me

what happened here last night?

- Ah, well, I had a

heads up that these two

were going to pay a

visit to the Society.

(intense electronic music)

(stake stabbing)

(blood spurting)

(hand patting)

(Marcus breathing heavily)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense orchestral music)

(Vampire growling)

(intense electronic music)

(fist whacking)

- Uh! (screams)

(body slamming)

(Vampire growling)

(Marcus groaning)

(Vampire growling)

(Vampire roaring)

(feet tapping)

(eyeball squishing)

(Vampire screaming)

(Vampire groaning)

(elbow whacking)

(hand thudding)

(both grunting)

(fist whacking)

(stake stabbing)

Ah! (screams)

- Uh!

(head slamming)

- Wow. Okay.

That sounds, um, pretty epic.

- It was.

(both laughing)

- So, you gonna help me this

time or do you gotta go?

- Oh, actually I've got a

date I need to get ready for.

- Oh, huh.

- And get this.

It's gonna be at

Renfield's Place.

- Well, I hope that you're

working on your date.

- Yeah. Kind of.

Sort of.

(Pepper sighing)

- Okay.

Looks like it's just

the two of us. Huh?

(saw buzzing)

(mellow electronic music)

(mellow electronic

music continues)

(mellow electronic

music continues)

- How do you weed out the

creeps from the good guys?

When do you tell your date

you're not interested in them?

Before the dinner? After?

While you're having dessert?

While getting attacked

in the parking lot

when you lay down the law

regarding, "no means no"?

(keyboard clattering)

Yep, I said that.

Sure, dating can be

exhausting each time.

You're looking forward to that,

maybe this will be the one.

But within a short

period of meeting them,

your highest expectations

get kicked in the gut.

And then you're

planning your exit.

(Laura knocking)

Just a minute.

You then hope that the

night will go by super fast.

The one thing to look forward to

is not the date but the food.

That's where we can

all be a winner.

Suggest your favorite spot.

Go where you are comfortable.

Make it a requirement.

Pick the wine.

Yes, the wine.

(Laura knocking)

I'm coming.

That's the only real

advice I can share.

The last few weeks, I have found

out nothing about my dates.

Each one was different, but

deep down they were the same.

Mama's boys. This kitty cat

wants a tiger, not a cub.

There is love waiting

out there for all of us,

but unfortunately, we all have

to meet a few duds before.

Different faces, same asses.

I will tell you one thing,

none of these stud

muffins I went out with

made me want them in the

way I crave crme brle.

Oh, yes. The dessert is always

the best part of any date.

(exhales) This is Tess Wagner.

Until next week.

(Tess exhaling)

(Laura knocking)

Mm, it's open.

(door creaking)

And it's you.

- You must want someone

attacking me outside.

- Oh, yeah. Exactly.

That's why I live in

the safest neighborhood.

- What does that mean? Huh.

Do you know who I was on the

phone with for 45 minutes?

- Hi, Laura. How are you?

I was working. I was on a roll.

- Your mother, my aunt, trying

to set me up with Willie.

- I don't know Willie.

- Are, are are you drunk?

- No. Oh my God. (chuckles)

- Wait, what the hell?

You look amazing. Another date?

- Yes, with Marcus.

I met him at that bar you

took me to two weeks ago.

- Marcus? Seriously, why?

- Yeah, Mar-

- He's a creep. (chuckles)

- What? Are we talk, are we

talking about the same person?

- Bartender guy, right?

- Yeah.

- The sh*t collector?

- sh*t collector?

- Mm-hmm.

- I don't know, he's

just been annoying me

to go out with them, so...

(wine pouring)

- So what?

I have a hangnail

that's annoying.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna date it.

- Okay. That's hardly the

same thing. (chuckles)

And besides, we

know you don't date.

That's why my mom's setting

you up with Willie. Remember?

- Why date when I

live life through you?

You continue to show me

that nobody's out there.

At least not worth eating.

- Okay. Stop.

That's not right. You know

I can't control this sh*t.

- "Not right?"

What's not right is

you turn yourself

from beauty to the beast.

You know, I wake up sounding

like a beast. It's so not fair.

- Well, maybe you should

lay off the cigars.

- And lose my only

enjoyment? Please.

- (inhales) Does this

dress make me look fat?

- (coughs) God, what?

- So you're saying

you like the dress?

- Yeah. (chuckles)

(Tess chuckling)

- Should I wear some

earrings with it?

Should I do long or short?

- Wearing heels or flats?

- Heels.

- Go with the long earrings.

- Thank you.

(cash rustling and thudding)

What is that?

- (laughs) Tip from the cleanup.

- Oh, the hooker money.

(cash rustling)

It's actually kind of

messed up. Just kidding.

You're the best though.

Thank you so much.

I don't know what I

would do without you.

- Like $500 worth?

- (chuckles) Deal.

- Thank you. Oh, and

refrain from eating Marcus.

Lots of people know him.

- Good point.

- Mm.

(glass tapping)

Woo. (belches and laughs)

- Oh my God.

- Yeah, see you later.

That smells like hot

dogs. What are you eating?

(door thudding)

Disgusting.

(keyboard clattering)

And he's not a serial k*ller.

(traffic whirring)

(soft jazz music)

(customers clattering)

(dishes clacking)

(wine pouring)

- I've, ah, I've read your blog.

- Why?

- I, ah, wanted to get the

female perspective on dating.

Make sure I did things

right on the date.

(wine pouring)

- So tell me about you.

- Me?

- Yes, you, silly.

- Well, I, I run my own bar,

and I collect odd things for it.

- How did you get into that?

- I don't know.

Attention, maybe.

- "Attention?"

Are you one of those people

that needs to be validated?

Didn't get enough

attention as a kid?

- I had a great childhood.

What do you mean?

- (coughs) Nothing.

(clears throat)

So how long have

you had the bar?

- Ah, years. Been, ah,

thinking about expanding.

Franchising, maybe. You know?

- No, I actually don't.

Do you ever eat crme brle?

(customers chattering)

(footsteps shuffling)

(soft jazz music continues)

(customers chattering continues)

(utensils clinking)

(chuckles) Are you trying to

get me drunk so soon, Marcus?

- Who me? Hmm.

- Pardon my intrusion.

- Hey man. What's up?

- Well, I noticed

your wife here.

- Oh, "wife." She,

she's not my wife.

- Apologies.

I noticed your lady.

- She's my friend.

My date.

So what can I help you with?

'Cause we're kind of in

the middle of something.

- Well, I'm alone this evening.

I enjoy the music here.

It reminds me of better times

I spent with my beloved wife

taken from me long ago.

- Okay, ah, I don't

mean to be rude,

but what do you mean, pal?

We're in the middle

of something here.

- Marcus, stop.

- I'm sorry.

As you both were.

- No, wait, what

were you gonna say?

- I wanted to know if I

could have this dance?

- Absolutely not.

- I would love to.

- That would be beautiful.

- Tess.

- Just once dance.

- Sorry.

- Are you kidding me?

- This means so much to

me. You have no idea.

- I'm glad I could help

you fill your void.

Unbelievable.

(customers chattering)

(soft jazz music continues)

- My name is Michael,

Michael Connor.

- Hello, Michael. I'm Tess-

- Tess Wagner.

- Excuse me?

- I know all about you, Tess.

I've watched you every

time you've come here.

- Do you work here?

- Mm.

You know I don't.

Do you like to tango?

- Actually, yes.

I love to dance.

I just don't get to do it often.

- Born in Argentina

in the 1880s.

- I didn't know that.

- Frequently practiced

in brothels back then.

- Really?

- Brothels would hire bands

to keep their

patrons with music,

and the tango spread like

wildfire throughout the world.

- Interesting.

(soft jazz music)

(customers chattering)

Was that a true story

about your wife?

- Yes.

- I'm so sorry you carry

that pain with you.

- Thank you.

(soft jazz music continues)

- Why me?

- Why you?

- Why did you choose me?

You're always surrounded

by beautiful women.

(customers chattering)

- Yes, a lot of pretty women,

but tonight, I'm

with pure beauty.

- Stop.

- First time laid eyes on you

was the last time I

would love another.

- What? What does

that even mean?

- Do you believe in

love at first sight?

- I'm not sure.

- Why are you unsure?

- [Tess] Because I've never

felt the way I do right now

- Than you do.

- Pepper,

get ahold of Aidan.

Meet me at the bar in an hour.

(soft jazz music continues)

I found him.

- Who are you?

- What does your heart tell you?

(hand pounding)

(dishes clattering)

- This isn't real, is it?

- As real as your date

leaving you behind?

(soft jazz music continues)

(customers chattering)

(customers applauding)

(gentle jazz music)

(dishes clacking)

(gentle jazz music continues)

(chair scraping)

You are an incredible dancer.

- (chuckles) Thank you.

I don't care how

much money they have

and what kind of job they have,

as long as they have a job,

some type of responsibility.

Thank you.

Not someone who's sitting

in their mom's garage

playing video games,

waiting on their next bang.

- (chuckles) Sounds like

you know what you want.

- I'm good at giving

advice, but taking my own,

the jury's still

out on that one.

- Is that why you blog?

- You know I blog?

- Yes, I, I told

you, you intrigue me.

I had to know who

captured my heart.

- (chuckles) Do

you have a heart?

- I did (chuckles) once.

It was a long time ago.

- What happened?

- Safe to say, I was reborn.

- What keeps you going, Michael?

- Hope.

Hope that one day I

can stop searching,

reset my life how I was.

Maybe let some light into

this stark, lonely world.

(both chuckling)

- You sound ready.

People need to be ready when

they take the next step.

Most people are just forced

into it by peer pressure,

and then it fails.

- (inhales) Do you

wanna get outta here?

- Sure.

(soft jazz music continues)

(customers chattering)

(cash rustling)

There's a lot of eyes on us.

- They've just never seen

the real life Cinderella.

(tense electronic music)

- [Pepper] You're certain?

- I'm so certain

this is the b*stard

that k*lled my grandfather.

I never forget a face.

Especially that one.

- Since you already owe me.

(cap clattering)

- Ah, you can add

that to your tab.

- (sighs) Miss anything.

- So what do you wanna do?

- I wanna put an end to this.

Free Tess from him.

- (inhales) This girl Tess

that you wanna rescue.

Maybe she doesn't

wanna be rescued.

- What do you mean?

- Marcus, she writes a blog

about looking for Mr. Right.

She goes out on a ton of dates,

and who knows how many

of them she sleeps with?

- She's easy, guy.

- (chuckles) Maybe they had

a real connection. You know?

Maybe she decided to

go with the so-called

bad boy on your date.

Chicks dig bad boys. Gives

'em a sense of adventure.

- (swallows) Is that what

you look for? A bad boy?

- Not at all.

The one I like is too oblivious

to figure that one out.

- What?

- Look-

- Listen up people, we

have location of his lair,

422 West 98th Street.

Getting a little

leeway from Society,

but we need to move and

we need to move fast.

Cheers up to the heroes.

- Cheers.

(bottles clinking)

Come on.

- [Aidan] Uh, I'll bring that.

(intense electronic music)

(Michael chuckling)

(soft dramatic music)

- You are breathtaking.

- (chuckles) I was just

gonna say that about you.

(both chuckling)

- You're trembling.

Don't be afraid of me.

- I'm not afraid of

you, I'm afraid of me.

- Oh.

(both laughing)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(Tess moaning)

- I want you so bad.

- Then take me.

(Michael moaning)

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

(Michael breathes

heavily and growls)

(flesh squelching)

(Tess gasping)

(body thudding)

(dress tearing)

(Tess groaning)

- Tess?

- Ah!

(flesh squelching)

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! (growling)

(bones cracking)

(Tess growling)

- Tess?

(tense electronic music)

(Tess growling)

(body whooshing)

(wall smashing)

(Michael groaning)

(Tess growling)

Uh!

(Tess growling)

(Michael groaning)

No!

(door banging)

(suspenseful electronic music)

- Clear.

(Pepper breathing uneasily)

- What's the plan?

- We've got 15 minutes.

We need to do this quick and

then contact the Society.

- We don't need 15 minutes.

Go in, take him

out, Rescue Tess.

Call it in and make the bust.

- It won't be a caller if

I don't get a confession.

- No confession.

He dies tonight.

We'll be your witnesses.

- We'll be heroes to

those victims' families.

Let's do this for them.

We have God on our side.

(shotgun clacking)

- Ooh!

(arm whooshing)

Huh, uh!

(arm whooshing)

(Tess growling)

(Michael groaning)

Ah! (grunting)

(suspenseful electronic

music continues)

- You got it.

- Uh! (groaning)

(body thudding)

(Tess growling)

(Michael breathing heavily)

(g*n blasting)

- Uh! (groaning)

Ah!

(Michael groaning)

(shotgun clacking)

(bat whooshes and whacks)

- Uh!

Ah! Son of a...

All right.

(bat whacking)

(Michael groaning)

(bat clinking)

(bones cracking)

(laughs) Look at you.

Not so tough no more.

Now it's coming, buddy.

(Michael wheezing)

Get your hands off me.

(Michael groaning)

(Michael spitting)

(tooth clattering)

(Michael gasping)

- Take me.

(Aidan chuckling)

- Take you? I'm

gonna stake you, man.

(Tess growling)

Lycanthrope.

- They exist.

(Michael gasping)

(Tess growling)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(claw whacking)

(Pepper groaning)

(Aidan grunting)

(Tess growling)

(foot pounding)

(g*n blasting)

(Tess growling)

(claw scratching)

- Oh!

(g*n clattering)

(Tess snarling)

(intense electronic music)

(neck cracking)

- Let's do this.

(Michael wheezing)

(Tess growling)

Ah!

(stake stabbing)

sh*t.

(Tess growling)

Eat me.

Ah!

(flesh squelching)

(blood spurting)

Ah! (screaming)

(Tess growling)

Ah!

(flesh tearing)

(Tess spitting)

(Tess growling)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(flesh squelching)

(blood spurting)

(Tess growling)

(Marcus groaning)

(eerie electronic music)

(Marcus breathing heavily)

(bag rustling)

(g*n clacking)

(hammer clicking)

(Marcus breathing heavily)

- Pep. Pep.

Pep, come on.

Pepper, come on.

Pep, Pepper, come on.

Pepper, come on. Oh, thank God.

Come on. I gotta

get you outta here.

Come on.

Come on.

(soft dramatic music)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

- Marcus.

- Yeah?

- I love you.

- I know.

Okay, come on.

- (exhales) So,

you're a werewolf?

- (laughs) Don't even go there.

- Are you all right?

- I will be.

It wasn't real silver.

- That actually works?

- Oh, yeah.

(Michael chuckling)

I mean, it hurts like hell

still, but are you okay?

- Huh.

(exhales) I've been here before.

I feel much better now.

What should we do with him?

- I'll clean him up.

(phone ringing)

I'll eat him.

- Good evening, Mr. Connor.

Confirming your usual

reservation for two

tomorrow evening at Renfield's.

I will have your

usual bottle on ice

and look forward to

seeing you again, ciao.

- What are you doing

tomorrow night?

We should have dinner.

- Maybe. Depends

what bottle's on ice.

- (chuckles) Have

to wait and see.

Got a lot to talk about.

- We do?

- Not every day you fall

in love with a werewolf.

- Oh, is that what's

happening here?

(both laughing)

(soft dramatic music continues)

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