01x02 - Blood Price: Part Two

[bunniefuu]

Victoria Nelson, PI.

[sniffs] Cute.

You son of a bitch.

Oh.

Easy, easy, easy.

I was just trying to protect myself, perhaps a bit

too forcefully.

You think?

I didn't have time to pick up your glasses.

I see you carry an extra pair.

Thank you.

Now, I know you won't believe me,

but I don't want to hurt you.

Yeah, you got a funny way of showing it.

I wasn't the one threatening the other's dental work.

My smile's my best feature.

I've never met a vain serial k*ller.

I didn't k*ll that woman.

I was trying to stop it.

Yeah.

Why would I believe that?

You were there.

You must have seen it.

I saw something.

I don't know what I saw.

The problem with your eyes, it's more than just bad vision.

Yeah, it's called retinitis pigmentosa.

It's a progressive loss of visual function.

It starts with night blindness.

Then your vision tunnels so that it feels like you're

looking through a straw.

Next stop, blindness.

And to top it off, I'm nearsighted.

People with that condition might want to stay

away from nighttime stakeouts.

Yeah, are we going to talk about my vision,

or are you going to tell me what it

was I'm supposed to have seen?

OK.

It was a demon.

Demon?

Sure.

Why not?

You're taking this rather calmly.

Well, I'd be more concerned if I actually believed it.

I suppose I wouldn't neither.

So how did you wind up there?

I would--

I'm busting your chops for talking about demons,

and I was out hunting a vampire.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I know.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

OK?

You believe in vampires.

I am a vampire.

You didn't try and k*ll me.

Was I supposed to?

Isn't that what vampires do?

And I suppose you also thought that garlic and silver crosses

would hurt them.

Call me old-fashioned, but I'm pretty religious.

OK.

Say you are a vampire, Mr.--

Henry Fitzroy.

Fitzroy.

Why would you be trying to stop another bloodsucker?

That's hardly professional courtesy.

Is it?

And I couldn't have something like that running around town

terrifying the masses now.

Could I?

Next thing you know, the villagers

are out with their stakes and their torches.

- That happen much? - Often enough.

- Really? - Really.

I've lived a long time, almost 500 year.

Oh, see, I wouldn't have pegged you for a day over 450.

I use a great moisturizer.

You know, it's a shame you're not the more trusting type,

Vicki.

Um.

[groans]

[hisses]

That's a nice trick.

It's not a trick, Victoria.

I'm telling the truth.

That's what I'm afraid of.

[THEME - TAMARA RHODES, "LIVE FOREVER"]

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

And it burns in the night, 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 our 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 our blood.

[siren wailing]

[chatter]

The wounds are exactly the same,

but she hasn't lost the same amount of blood.

Whoever k*lled her didn't have time to take it.

Right.

Radio car was on the scene about a minute

after they heard the screams.

Yeah, they get a look at the guy?

Well, uniform thought he saw something

before he flipped the light on.

[scoffs] What makes me think I'm not going to like this?

Well, he thought it looked like a man in black

carrying a woman.

And there's another thing.

They found these.

Ah, dammit.

VICKI (ON VOICEMAIL): This is Vicki.

Leave a message.

Vicki, it's me.

Where the hell are you?

Call me as soon as you get this.

But why did you bring me here?

If you had a more compliant personality,

I could have made you forget what you saw.

But considering you're so--

What?

Strong-willed?

Try hard-headed.

I had two options.

I could eliminate you, or I could trust you.

Trusting is good.

If I sense I can't trust you, I can still eliminate

you before you do me any harm.

Huh, just because you got in a lucky sh*t

doesn't mean that I'm easy to k*ll.

Everybody's easy to k*ll.

Why me?

You're a private investigator, and you

were good enough to find him the same time I did.

The demon hunts nights, as do I. But there's

a human who's calling him up.

And chances are he's living his life by day.

You want to team up?

Until the demon's stopped.

Uh, I gotta think about this.

Come to me tomorrow night with your answer.

And, Vicki, I may be the only one who can stop this demon.

Don't even think of giving up my secret.

Who'd believe me?

MAN: [muffled speech]

All right, when you find that, just

give me a copy of that report.

Yeah, just put it on my desk.

Yeah, I'll see you in the morning.

All right, bye.

Should I call the cops, or do you

just want to arrest yourself?

Hey, I've been up all night looking for you.

God, you sound like my mother.

How the hell did you get in here?

I showed the super my badge.

It works wonders.

You gonna use that or what?

You know what?

I haven't decided yet.

So what-- why were you looking for me?

A uniform saw a woman being taken from the scene

of a homicide last night.

You were there.

You are messing around with my investigation.

It's my investigation too.

No.

Vicki, you're wandering around half

blind looking for somebody who's already k*lled four people.

That's a good way of becoming number five.

Ah, you know what?

I'm just happy that you're alive.

All right?

Talk to you later.

- [barks] - [gasps]

Ew.

You said you had this covered.

We're on it.

OK?

And the chief is on me.

The mayor is on him, and the papers are on all of us.

All right, look.

We found a pattern to the crimes.

Looks like there's some kind of Satanist agenda here.

Great.

Even if we break it, it's going to make

news for the next 10 years.

I want this freak taken down and fast.

We done?

One more thing.

I heard Vicki Nelson's got her nose in this.

No.

No.

She's working a separate investigation.

That's not what I heard.

We can't afford her anywhere near this.

She's a wild card.

Vicki cleared just about every homicide she ever pulled.

We'd be lucky to have her on this.

You do not want to stake your career

on that statement, Celluci.

[cello music]

[knocking at door]

I guess we're working together.

A history buff?

Family photo.

Right.

You believe I'm a vampire, but you

don't believe I had a father.

And he just happened to be one of the most

famous figures in history.

But that would make you Henry, Duke of Richmond.

You surprise me again.

How did you know that?

I have a minor in history.

Hm.

I learned the hard way.

I lived through it.

So how did you end up drawing comic books?

Graphic novels.

Art and literature have always been my passions.

I finally found a medium where I could

fully realize the both of them.

This is going to take some getting used to.

OK, partner, why don't we start by you telling me how

you know so much about demons?

London in the 1890s--

they called themselves the Hellfire Club,

rich men and women who went to any length

to relieve the boredom of their pampered lives.

Mr. Fitzroy, I've heard so much about you.

HENRY: The club gave them the sense they were being wicked.

They had no idea.

Welcome.

And that's when the evil at the center of it

all came out to play.

[non-english chanting]

O'Mara was performing a ritual.

I didn't know if it was real or not.

I knew he was trifling with something better left alone.

[non-english speech]

[booming]

Why?

I demand your service.

What do you demand?

Eternal life.

And what do you offer in return?

Blood and a soul, a nightwalker in our midst.

Take him, and give me his power.

Oh, yes.

You shall have your power, and I shall be free.

Ah!

[growls]

Finish the ritual, nightwalker.

Use his blood to bring me through.

The power will be yours, anything you want.

All I want right now is for you to go to hell.

We will meet again, nightwalker.

I took the grimoire so that none of O'Mara's followers

would use it again.

It was the smell of one of the crime scenes

that gave it away, the worst kind of corruption imaginable.

Well, I guess demonology's not for people

with sensitive noses.

Once the demon touches them, their minds

are just so broken they don't even know the difference.

Whoever has called this demon still thinks he's in control.

Well, if this guy's not calling the sh*ts,

then what does the demon want?

The thing I saw last night was a minor demon.

His job is to open a door to bring a much

more powerful demon through.

And once the pentagram is complete, all it takes

is one more sacrifice to open that door.

Are you sure about this?

His master is Astaroth, the same demon

I fought 100 years ago.

Great.

And what, pray tell, happens at Astaroth's coming-out party?

That's when all hell breaks loose.

So for those of us who skipped Demonology 101,

define "all hell breaks loose."

Pure evil unleashed on earth.

Like what, wars?

Of biblical proportions, death, pestilence, and despair

ruling for 1,000 years.

Most will become corrupt and fall sway to the dark forces.

Those who don't will die horribly.

You know, don't go painting it all

rosy-colored for my benefit.

Demons have escaped in the past.

Why haven't I heard of this?

You've heard of their work--

the sl*ve trade, the Black Death,

Stalin's atrocities in Russia.

OK.

So if we stop the one who's calling the demons,

do we stop the demon?

If we get to it in time.

The trick is finding him.

Where do we start?

Well, the demon from last night

can only offer material goods.

Well, we can't just go looking at every newly

rich person in town.

Well, a demon can't create the goods.

He has to steal them from somewhere close

to where he's going to deliver them.

Well, I guess you know what I'm doing.

How about you?

Now it's time for me to take a nap.

Oh, OK.

Victoria?

Vicki.

Victoria was an overweight queen.

She wore it well though.

Trust me.

I wanted to thank you for your help.

I haven't met anyone quite like you in over a lifetime.

Well, you know, 500 years old or not,

you and I start hanging out together,

people will say I'm robbing the cradle.

I'm willing to take that chance if you are.

It must be that vampire magnetism I find so tempting.

My powers of persuasion don't work on you.

Then I guess it's just you.

Past your bedtime, isn't it?

[door closes]

So you found the vampire?

You know what?

I can honestly tell you it's not a vampire.

You're as bad as the police.

Look.

I threw the I Ching, consulted my spiritualist.

How much more proof do you need?

I know a vampire did it, and so do you.

Coreen.

If you won't help me prove it, I'll do it myself.

[MUSIC - MY PROJECT BLUE, "CONTROL OF ME"]

[chatter]

You see any vampires lately, Coreen?

I don't have time for this.

Maybe it was a giant mosquito.

Hey, it was her boyfriend, man.

Give her break.

It was a vampire, and I'm going to prove it.

Coreen, get yourself some help.

(SINGING) Oh, girl, it's just you and me.

You're looking pretty.

You're taking on that city.

Oh, it's just a matter of time.

It's just a matter of time.

That's the theft reports from the last week,

more the last couple weeks than the whole month before.

Keep that stuff in order, or you're going

to have some filing to do too.

Hm.

It's like I never left.

It's good to see around again, Vic.

Yeah, you too.

MIKE: Hey.

Hey.

You still searching for your vampire?

Not a vampire.

It's definitely not a vampire.

Since when?

I was just messing with you.

Come on.

Who believes in vampires?

Well, you were all over me about it yesterday.

Weren't you?

Oh, Mike, you're out of practice.

What?

You don't even know when I'm playing you anymore?

So what's this?

I've walked away from the homicide.

I've got to trace a stolen Mercedes for a bail bondsman.

Really?

Mhm.

Vicki Nelson, walking away from a case just like that.

Huh?

Yep.

Other paying clients waiting for service.

Well, good luck to you then.

Thanks.

Nice tie.

No!

If you didn't get the blood you needed, that's your problem.

[non-english speech]

You're supposed to be so powerful.

You let them stop you.

Unforeseen circumstances.

It won't happen again, not when the one after me arrives.

And you are sure he will serve me.

Every wish, every whim, every dream, every desire.

You're the master.

That's right.

Go, go.

Run off and do whatever you gotta do.

I just want her to be mine.

[bats shrieking]

I've ID'd a number of thefts that seem kind of hinky, stuff

stolen from a locked room, a Porsche taken from a showroom

full of people, cash taken from a bank

vault that had a time lock.

Child's play for a demon.

Well, all of them are around the university annex.

I mean, chances are good that our target

is right in the center.

I mean, our demon caller might even be a student.

That's still too big an area.

Well, unless you have a demon GPS around here somewhere,

this is all we have.

I was hoping not to have to do this.

What do you mean?

You actually have a demon GPS?

I have always avoided contact with the dark arts.

Although what I'm going to do isn't much more than a parlor

trick, it is still repugnant.

Do you want to leave?

I'm always up for a good trick.

[non-english speech]

Hey, I can see you.

Man, another vampire myth blown to bits.

That's not what we needed to show.

I took this from the demon in the park.

This is the one we seek.

We need to know where it will strike next.

[whooshing]

I know where that is.

It looks like a city park.

There could be 20 places like that.

Demons aren't the only ones who

hunt lonely places at night.

I know this city.

It's by Queen's Park.

All right then.

Let's go.

Too bad that spell didn't tell us when he was going strike.

He won't waste any time.

He'll take his last sacrifice tonight.

You love it, don't you, the night, all of this?

It's what I am.

It's what I've been for a long time.

Speaking of which, how exactly does one become a vampire?

Vacation in Transylvania.

Come on.

I mean, I'm serious.

There was a woman, Christina.

We met at my father's court.

She was only there during the evenings,

and she wouldn't let me see her during the day.

I suppose you can love someone so much you just

shut off your rational mind.

Yeah, I'm familiar with the phenomenon.

So she-- she fed on you?

That's one reason to take a mortal lover.

Didn't you notice the marks on your neck?

My neck wasn't the only place she put her mouth.

Oh.

Then after about a year, she finally

confessed to me what she was.

People in the court had become suspicious,

and she had to move on.

I begged her to turn me.

Wait.

You wanted to become a vampire?

I wanted to be like her.

I wanted to be--

I wanted to be with her forever.

Forever is a long time.

She warned me that two vampires

couldn't share the same hunting grounds,

but I didn't believe her.

I told her that true love would prevail.

She drank my blood, and I drank hers.

I d*ed and returned from death.

She showed me the ways of the night.

Our lovemaking was like we were on fire.

You should work in recruitment.

Then shortly after a year, I was feeding on a woman

I'd met at the tavern.

Christina was suddenly there, angry, vicious.

Jealous.

It was the territorial instinct she'd warned me about.

We almost k*lled each other, then she was gone.

I'm sorry.

I should have listened to her.

I'd have lost her anyway, but still--

You never saw her again?

You live long enough, everything comes around again.

[man screaming]

I needed your friend's blood, but I've never been

able to refuse a second round.

[grunting]

[gasping]

You OK?

The hell are those things?

You know what?

You really don't want to know.

But you might want to get out of here.

Now. Come on.

Go.

See?

We're stronger.

When the master arrives, you'll suffer.

Whoa.

Ah!

[bats shrieking]

Henry?

Henry?

[gasping]

Oh, are you OK? You're OK.

Right?

You're OK.

Come on. You just heal.

Right? You just heal.

You can do it.

Come on.

You're OK.

I need-- I need to feed.

[gasps]

Give me more.

[panting]

I've got to go.

I need to go.

Take me home.

Mr. Fitzroy?

[groans]

Come on.

Henry?

Henry?

You OK?

What?

So we're skating nation on that.

Right?

And bust some sweet backside air, and we're thrashed.

I mean, we're stoked, but we're thrashed.

So then we come walking back through the park.

All of a sudden, bam.

This thing jumps on my buddy, Chad, and then hits my head,

busting the South Shore birthday.

What the hell did you just say?

- Man, English. - Dude, look.

I don't know what this guy was.

All right?

He was just scary and strong.

I mean, check it.

This is seven-ply maple hardwood.

He sliced through it like it was cheese.

And then he just let you go.

No.

That's when the other dude came. - Oh, yeah.

Another guy with like big teeth and floating on the wind.

No, no. He was this dude.

But he went all Bruce Lee on this thing.

Man, I mean, you should have seen it,

like faster than you could see.

Brother, and the chick, oh.

Wait a minute.

Don't tell me.

Glasses, blond, good looking.

Oh, yeah.

Hot.

Yeah, the first guy laid the smack-down on her too.

Wait a second.

Is she all right?

I don't know man.

First chance I saw, I was out of there.

All right, I'll tell you what.

Make sure that this officer has your information,

and we'll be in touch with you soon.

All right?

My buddy, Chad, he's--

MIKE: Going to be in touch with you.

Thank you.

Best bet at finding this guy, and the poor guy's

a space case.

REPORTER (ON TV): Another m*rder last evening

by Metro's vampire k*ller brings the death toll to five.

Now, few details are available at this time,

but sources suggest that, although he did escape,

the k*ller may have been injured in the encounter.

Keep it here on your local news for complete coverage

of this developing story.

And we'll continue to bring you--

Vicki, it's me.

Left messages at your office, your home, and your cell.

Call me as soon as you get this.

[knocking at door]

DOORMAN: Mr. Fitzroy?

Oh, crap.

Hi.

Oh, hi.

Can I help you?

Uh, which-- which--

I was just checking in.

I was worried about Mr. Fitzroy.

Oh, that's so sweet of you.

Henry's, um-- Henry's fine.

Hey, babe.

It's just the doorman.

Henry's a little bit tied up right now.

Ooh, yeah.

I'm sorry.

Absolutely.

I did-- I didn't want to disturb anything, anyone.

It's OK.

Sorry.

But you have yourself a good night.

All right? - Thank you.

You too. - Thanks.

- OK. - Bye.

What am I, an idiot?

[groans]

[gasps] How long have you been awake?

Long enough.

Yeah?

Well, get dressed.

We've got a lot of work to do.

You're beautiful.

Chop, chop, mister.

So I guess it shouldn't really be a surprise that a professor

of the occult works late.

She's a bit of a nighthawk herself.

I've consulted for her on various matters over the years.

Mm.

Does she know what you are?

She's been a good friend.

Henry.

I missed you.

And so this is your new friend.

Hi.

Vicki Nelson, private investigator.

We're working together on something.

Sorry to keep you late, but we need some information

about a student.

Anything, Henry.

You know that.

We believe a student at the university

might have taken an interest in demonology.

Ah.

A more than academic interest.

Every year there's a few.

They play one too many games of "Dungeons and Dragons,"

and then they start looking into places they have no business.

Hm.

Can you get us names of current students, anyone

perhaps from previous years?

If you give me an hour, I could

fax you seven or eight names you might want to check out.

All right, here's my card, fax number.

Henry--

[phone ringing]

--I hope nobody's gotten into trouble because of this stuff.

Vicki Nelson.

MIKE (ON PHONE): Vic, it's me.

Hey, Mike.

How's it going?

MIKE (ON PHONE): I've got a body at the skate park.

Skate park?

Yeah, no.

I have no idea.

MIKE (ON PHONE): This kid says you were there.

You want to come in for a lineup?

Oh, well, that sounds like a really good time,

but I'm kind of busy tonight.

Ah, come on, Vicki.

Talk to me.

Tell me what the hell is going on.

Let me help you.

Listen.

I'm getting a list of names that I have to run.

And I think one of them might be our k*ller.

All right.

And don't tell me.

One of them is a vampire.

VICKI (ON PHONE): It's actually worse than that.

Oh, Vicki.

Mike, listen.

I don't expect you to believe me.

But you asked me to keep you in the loop on this,

and that's what I'm doing.

All right?

I'm not going crazy.

At least I don't think I am.

All right.

Fax it over, and I'll see what I can do.

VICKI (ON PHONE): OK.

Appreciate it.

Thank you.

Yeah.

This cop, Mike, there's a story there.

A long and twisted one.

You still care about him?

Professional curiosity as a writer?

You could say that.

I don't know what's between me and him anymore.

Speaking professionally, that's pretty common.

I've got to go.

If you find our man before tomorrow night,

don't try to take him yourself.

Wait from me.

And what should I tell him, just to stop

k*lling for a little while?

Bravery is a powerfully attractive trait in a woman.

Stupidity is not.

I'll call you.

Travis MacDonald, 30 Edith Street.

Got it. OK, you know what?

As you go through the list, be on the lookout for anyone

with a fancy, red Porsche.

OK?

Do anything stupid?

Mike, come on.

You know me better than that.

All right.

Talk to you.

Bye.

[chatter]

Hi.

You're Coreen.

Right?

Yeah, I'm Norman from the pub, big tipper.

Remember? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, what's up?

Well, I heard you talking to those people

the other day about how you were looking for that vampire.

You know what?

I don't need anybody else to make fun of me right now.

No, no, no. I don't want to make fun of you.

No, no, no. I believe you.

There are supernatural forces at play here.

You're serious?

Mhm.

I can prove it to you.

And you're the only person who will believe me, Coreen.

You know who k*lled him?

Yeah.

What proof do you have?

I'll answer all your questions,

but I can't do it here.

All the proof is back in my place.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hey, that's cool.

You don't want to come, that's fine.

You know, I called the police. They didn't want to listen.

I thought you'd understand. - No, it's all right.

Just give me a minute. OK?

Sure.

[phone ringing]

VICKI (ON VOICEMAIL): This is Vicki.

Beep's coming.

Leave a message.

Vicki, it's Coreen.

I met this guy named Norman.

He says he knows about Ian's m*rder and the vampire.

I'm going to his place.

I'll call you if I get anything.

You all set?

You know, Coreen, I've waited for somebody like you

for a long time, somebody who I could really talk to,

somebody who cared about the same things I do,

like vintage computers, medieval fairs, all the things--

You know what, Norman?

Can we make this quick?

I have to meet somebody.

[screams]

Come on.

I'm the only friend you're ever gonna need, Coreen.

MIKE: Thank you.

DAVE: So these are the candidates

for our serial k*ller?

[sigh] Half these kids haven't left their bedroom this month.

Somebody on that list is our guy, Dave.

Mike, that last guy's mom still cuts his crusts off.

And I know Vicki.

If somebody on that list isn't our guy, then he's a witness.

So who's next?

Nobody believed me.

But that's all changing now.

Isn't it?

And soon, you're going to see for yourself.

See what?

A demon, but not just a demon.

This time, I'm going to call a demon lord.

What are you going to do?

Well, it's a ritual.

And you know how it is.

You call up a demon.

Something's going to die.

Right?

Oh, no, no, no. Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Baby, no.

Not you.

Not you.

Never you.

And some of those people had to die.

They had it coming.

But when I chose your boyfriend--

what was his name?

- Ian. - Yeah, whatever.

You k*lled Ian?

Well, I did it so we could be together.

I did.

I did it so we could be together.

And when I call that demon lord and he serves me,

you can be my queen.

All right.

You ready?

Let's get this show on the road.

COREEN (ON VOICEMAIL): Vicki, it's Coreen.

I met this guy named Norman.

He says he knows about Ian's m*rder and the vampire.

I'm going to his place.

I'll call you if I get anything.

What?

Oh, sh**t.

Henry, it's me.

I've got our guy.

His name is Norman Bridewell, 52 Lunnigan Ave. I'm on my way.

Get there as soon as you wake up.

52 Lunnigan.

[screaming]

Don't worry.

I'm going to get you out of here.

Uh.

Well, I think we found our final sacrifice.

[rock music]

COREEN (ON VOICEMAIL): Henry, it's me.

I've got our guy.

His name is Norman Bridewell, 52 Lunnigan Ave. I'm on my way.

Get there as soon as you wake up.

[non-english speech]

See, I need another life to bring the demon lord.

I was going to order a pizza delivery guy,

but you're so much better.

You know, she's like part of the family.

Yeah, well, next time, leave me

off the list for the reunion.

[non-english speech]

Took you long enough to get here.

Sorry.

See, you couldn't even find a proper sacrifice,

so I had to find my own.

Lord Astaroth will be please.

Don't listen to him.

He's using you.

He's trying to mess with your head.

And what are you talking about?

You don't even know him.

For all you know, he's a nice guy.

Look at him.

Right?

All right, so tell me.

What do I gotta say again?

[non-english speech]

NORMAN: [non-english speech]

[screams]

He's here.

[rumbling]

Ah, finally.

Finally is right.

I've been waiting a long time.

You were the one who called me.

Yes.

Quickly perform the sacrifice so I

can fully enter this plane, and then

you will have what you wish.

That's what I'm talking about, man.

Norman!

Norman, he's lying.

He's not going to give you anything.

He's going to k*ll you.

He's gonna k*ll all of us.

Shut up!

Does this happen much in sacrifices?

Because I think she could be a little bit more cooperative.

Ah!

[non-english speech]

No.

k*ll her!

[non-english speech]

No.

Aw, crap.

Ah!

Ah, eternity is mine.

I will be back for you.

[whooshing]

My hands.

VICKI: It won't come off.

We can't worry about that now.

You're OK.

Let's get out of here.

Vicki, what the hell did I just see?

It's a really long story.

But I'm sure glad I'm not the one writing the report.

[dramatic music]

Vicki, I can't thank you enough,

not just for finding Ian's k*ller but for proving to me

there really are vampires.

Oh.

Who said there really are vampires?

Henry.

I saw him, remember?

The eyes, the teeth, all the rest.

Well, I think it would be better for all

concerned if you just never mentioned that ever again.

I agree.

Nobody would believe me.

But now that I know, I will be a great assistant for you.

What?

Look.

I haven't been to class in two months,

so school's not an issue.

I can help you.

Plus, it'll help keep me quiet about what I've seen.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

$500 a week, no benefits unless you count bad coffee.

Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you.

Don't ever do that again.

Hey.

I wanted to thank you for your help, Vicki.

You're a great detective.

Thanks.

Though it was weird working with you, but I enjoyed it.

Good.

This won't be the end for us.

No?

You gave me your blood.

You're part of me now.

You know, feel free to call me if you need to hunt down any

demons or anything.

And, Vicki, speaking of demons.

Ah, yeah.

These, right?

I don't know what they mean or if they mean anything at all.

But you're worried that I may have just agreed

to go steady with a demon.

All I know is Astaroth is an enemy of both of us now.

Well, then I guess we'd better stay in touch.

MIKE: Vicki.

You'd better--

Talking to yourself again?

You know me.

Yeah.

I was just enjoying the night air.

Look at you.

You're shivering.

It's not that cold.

Well, maybe it's not the cold.

Ooh.

Well, come on.

What is this with the arm?

Uh, sorry.

Excuse me.

I miss the arm.

[soft piano]

[THEME - TAMARA RHODES, "LIVE FOREVER"]

THEME SONG: Who wants to live?

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

Yo, I know a lot of y'all wouldn't expect it.

Hard now, seeing as it's been looking real hectic.

I've been elected.

So y'all best sit on your ass real fast because I'm trucking

like electric.

I know girls saying, quick, hit the exit.

Keep it up, get beaten up, or get your head split.

I'm coming through with more flavors than Nesquik

and desperate, making fresh hits, now check the next hit.

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in our blood.