01x05 - Deadly Departed

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

[knocking]

Hey, Mike.

Glad to see you alive.

I was going to have to send out a search party.

I got your messages.

I've been busy.

Well, look who over ordered, as usual.

Got to help me here.

I'm not here for Chinese.

This is serious.

I've never seen you turn down free Chinese.

You should've told me Fitzroy was a vampire.

Yeah, because you've been so open to that kind of thing

before.

So what do you want me to do?

Rally the villagers? Light a few torches?

Drive a stake through his heart?

Yeah, maybe.

Kind of forgetting that he saved my life.

So he can't actually be a thr*at to me.

OK.

So you do admit though that he is a danger to other people.

Don't twist my words.

Last time I was at the multiplex

these were the bad guys.

You believe everything you see at the movies?

Look, he's helping me.

Helping you with what?

Catching zombies and werewolves, that kind of thing?

Mike, I know this seems unbelievable,

but is it any stranger than any of the guys that we put away?

Wait, how about that guy who stalked his victims

and use them as marionettes?

Does it get any weirder than that?

Comparatively, Henry is a frigging lightweight.

[music playing]

How much did you order?

Far, far too much.

Got any Kung Pao in there?

Yeah.

I think I, uh, lost my appetite.

[music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hey, Hon.

Lost track of time, I'm leaving right away.

5-10 minutes ba--

VOICE ON PHONE: [heavy breathing]

O'Connor?

VOICE ON PHONE: You failed me.

How'd you get to a phone this late at night?

VOICE ON PHONE: You're a dead man.

You hear me?

Look me up when you get out of prison, I'll buy you lunch.

[phone ringing]

Leave a message at the sound of the beep.

[eerie music]

You hear me?

Stamp, you're dead.

Stamp.

[music playing]

EERIE VOICE: You hear me?

You failed me.

Stamp, you're dead.

You're dead.

[heavy breathing]

No.

No.

[screaming]

[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 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.

When Freddy wasn't home by midnight,

I knew something was wrong.

A janitor found him in the elevator.

There saying it was a heart att*ck.

But, uh, you believe otherwise?

[crying] Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just--

It's OK.

Take your time.

It was Magnus O'Connor.

Magnus O'Connor.

He's a former client Freddy's.

Yes, well, defense attorneys are

bound to make a few enemies.

But why do you think Magnus O'Connor is involved?

This is from his cell phone voicemail.

VOICE ON PHONE: Stamp, you failed me.

You're a dead man.

You hear me?

You're dead.

You're all dead.

What did O'Connor have against your husband?

All I know is that Freddy loved to win.

When he lost that case, he seemed relieved.

[music playing]

Whatever you want, it's going to cost more than donuts.

You can't hide ulterior motive behind a box of donuts.

Plus, I would make sure that we were totally squared

before I ask for any favors.

You know, like everything you have on Magnus O'Connor.

And what is so important about Magnus O'Connor?

Remember Fred Stamp, the defense attorney?

Found dead in an elevator.

And it couldn't have happened to a nicer bottom feeder.

Coroners report said natural causes.

Well, Mrs. Stamp thinks that O'Connor

wanted her husband dead.

[sighs] All right.

Connor, Magnus.

Oh, he's a sweetheart.

Solid jacket of assaults from his teens on.

Suspect in six hits with the Irish mobs in Montreal

and a couple of the bike clubs.

Any affiliations?

Nope.

Pure a freelancer.

Seems like hurting people was a vocation.

10 years ago, he got nailed on a traffic violation

with a severed head on the passenger seat of his car.

Well, nobody likes riding alone.

They gave him dangerous offender status,

no chance of parole.

First night in Mill Haven, he kills his cellmate.

Did he try to turn him out?

No.

I think he just wanted his own room.

Well, what about prison?

Any gangs, any other affiliations?

No.

Total loner.

Only one visitor every week--

Mom.

Mom.

Nope.

Nope.

He's not your guy.

Why not?

k*lled himself a week ago.

[music playing]

MUSIC: Party people put 'em up.

Yo, take it down and turn it up.

Yo, party people put 'em up--

Henry?

MUSIC: Take it down and turn it up.

Party people turn--

Henry?

Henry?

Work not going well?

is this really necessary?

If you want to talk you have to pose.

[sighs] OK.

Fred Stamp is a defense attorney, right?

He's found dead in his elevator.

Coroner says cardiac arrest, but his wife

finds a threatening voicemail on his phone

from psycho freak ex-client, Magnus O'Connor.

Henry.

Hmm?

This works a little better if we

bounce ideas off of each other?

OK. Why?

Because we want to consider every possibility.

You know, you don't want to commit to any one theory

too soon.

What if the first theory is the correct one?

This is the way we do it, OK?

You said you want to learn how to work cases,

this is how we work cases.

Fair enough. I'm listening.

OK.

Mrs. stamp thinks that Magnus O'Connor is the prime suspect,

but there's a little problem with that one.

The guy committed su1c1de a week ago.

He hired somebody.

That was easy.

[sighs] But why go to all the trouble

to have someone k*lled when you're planning

to commit su1c1de?

Maybe this is just a coincidence.

Or maybe, O'Connor sought revenge from beyond the grave.

Oh, yeah, that is great.

That is just what I need.

I thought you wanted to consider every possibility?

Are you done?

Just about.

Hmm.

Yeah, it's just you forgot the cheesy job, bad eyesight,

and demon tattoos.

Well that's I see you.

Great.

Vicki Nelson, warrior princess.

[music playing]

The salon is closed.

I'm not taking any customers.

This is a house of mourning.

I'm not here for a haircut.

I'd like to ask you some questions about your son.

Brady, what have you been up to now, you no good layabout?

Actually, it's your other son, Magnus.

I'm here about-- I'm a private investigator.

What do you want to know?

Just wanted to know about any of his friends

or acquaintances.

Why don't you just let him rest?

Mrs. O'Connor, your son's defense attorney

was found dead the other morning.

He was a good lad.

He quit school when his dad d*ed so he

could support me and Brady.

He built me this salon.

They k*lled his spirit in there.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

You have no idea.

Get out.

Get out now.

You shouldn't have done that, made her cry.

You come out here again, you'll live to regret it.

You're not like your brother, he might

actually have intimidated me.

People who cross this family get hurt.

That's not intimidation.

That's a fact.

Brady.

On your way then.

[door closing]

Is it possible something besides cardiac arrest k*lled

Fred Stamp?

Oh, no.

Everyone will die of cardiac arrest.

That just means that your heart has ceased to b*at.

What you want to ask is, what caused

the myocardial infarction that led

to Mr. Stamp's cardiac arrest?

What k*lled Fred Stamp?

There were no injection marks on his body and nothing

unusual in his toxicology report.

So no external triggers?

Not necessarily.

Bruises on his heart.

See it?

Observe.

Someone reached into his chest,

and squeezed his heart until it stopped?

Like I said, a heart att*ck.

What do you know about Magnus O'Connor's su1c1de?

I have access to every coroner's

report for the last 20 years.

Oh, Yes.

This is the coroner's diagram showing

the location of wounds Magnus O'Connor inflicted on himself.

Right up your alley.

What?

No donuts?

Hmm?

Did O'Connor's file happened to mention

he had a pentagram carved into his chest

when he k*lled himself?

Oh, let's see.

Well, now that you mention it--

And you failed to tell me this why?

Because I am not going to give you

any more excuses to go hunting for the boogeyman, that's why.

So you lie to me about a case?

I'm trying to stop a k*ller.

And I'm trying to keep you alive, Vicki.

Detective Celluci, you have homicides to investigate.

Your socializing can wait till after hours.

You're one of those kids that got off on being

the hall monitor, weren't you?

The rules are there for a reason, Nelson.

Not that you have understood that.

Yeah, rules don't solve cases.

Detective Celluci, my office.

Great.

Look, Mike, I need that coroner's report, OK?

There's something hinky. - Fine.

On one condition.

I'm feeding you information, you tell me where it takes you.

Got it?

Fine.

Fine.

[music playing]

So the guards found him on the floor, surrounded

by a circle of salt with a burning candle, glass of water,

and incense. - OK.

Keep going.

He carved the pentagram into his chest,

and then sliced open his arms with a-- wow, an elaborate shiv

made out of a flattened spoon.

Apparently, it was arts and crafts day on the cell block.

There are four Celtic elements of life.

Earth, air, fire, and water.

The pentagram is the connection between the elements

and the spirit.

Now, I think k*lling himself was part

of some sort of magic ritual.

So what?

He sacrificed himself to k*ll Stamp?

Yes.

Look, people hate their lawyers, but that's, um--

that's a bit much.

I need to find out exactly what this ceremony means.

There's-- there's-- there's someone

we can talk to, but I haven't talked to them in a while.

Well, now's the time to catch up.

No, well, you see initiating contact with this person

carries certain implications I'm compelled to consider before--

Oh, well, considering on the way.

[music playing]

[car alarm]

[engine starting]

[horn]

[car alarm disarm]

[engine revving]

[horn]

[eerie music]

[deep breath]

[laughing]

[screaming]

[music playing]

This is your expert?

Henry Fitzroy.

I never expected to see you again.

That's one hell of an entrance.

And you brought a friend. Sit.

No thanks.

I'm actually just here for your professional opinion.

Anyone can purchase my services, cash only.

In your case, I consider an alternative form of tribute.

Oh, Henry, you do miss me, don't you?

I'd like you to have a look at these.

All in good time.

Have you been tattooed recently?

Scarred?

Show them to me.

Don't.

What do they mean?

These marks are like these sticks, spells or rituals.

They can focus great power.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Your faith brands this magic as evil, Henry.

My interpretation is much more enlightened.

I prefer the word foolish.

So what else do the sticks say?

The photos you brought may show a cleansing spell.

A Wiccan equivalent of last rites.

What does it do?

It prepares the spirit for the journey to the house of dawn,

or heaven, you might call it.

It's a very simple spell.

Anyone could do it, even you.

I'll keep that in mind.

Now, unless there's anything else you want to talk about?

We're done here.

Then I'll ask you to show yourselves out.

Gratuities are always welcome.

There's a box on the table.

Don't touch that.

Vicki, everything she said about magic was a lie.

Those marks are evil.

Do you think I need reminding?

She's hiding something.

So are you.

Sinead and I were involved before I realized how immersed

she was in the dark arts.

[laughs] I'll give you one thing,

you have the best breakup stories of anyone I know.

Thank you.

[music playing]

This is going to be one of those, I want to know,

I don't want to know situations, isn't it?

His name is George Neely.

He d*ed by the same hand as the defense attorney.

Neely, the prosecutor?

Tell me, have you ever heard of iodine and a-napthoflavone

fingerprint visualization?

What do you think?

A process that can lift fingerprints

from generally unprintable surfaces, such as human skin.

Are you telling me that you found fingerprints

on George Neely's heart?

Partial thumb print on Neely's, and a forefinger

on Stamps.

This would never stand up in court,

but the fingerprints matched those of Magnus O'Connor.

You do realize we're talking about dead people

k*lling people, right?

It would appear so, yes.

Can I borrow this?

[phone ringing]

Coreen, hey, I you to find out of George Neely

ever prosecuted Magnus O'Connor.

You know, and find out who the presiding

judge was while you're at it.

Sooner rather than later.

Thanks.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Sinead.

I was surprised to see the other night.

It was a good surprise.

Now's a bad time.

You painted.

You're really here to talk about decorating?

Don't be such a grouch.

So I used a little magic on you.

I never complained when you drink my blood.

It's impolite to refuse a drink when offered.

I never asked you to use magic on me.

I did it for us.

To keep me tied you?

You used to enjoy being tied.

You don't want me to use my craft, I won't.

[music playing]

And you can still drink my blood, as much as you want.

[growling]

Justice Pettigrew?

Hello?

Justice Pettigrew?

[phone ringing]

[music playing]

[knocking]

Justice Pettigrew?

Who are you?

My name is Vicky Nelson.

I'm here to help you.

He told me he k*lled Neely and-- and Stamp.

And I was next.

Tried to call 9-1-1, but all I heard was his voice.

Judge, what's going on here?

What is this all about?

I have no idea.

He's a psychopath.

See, in my experience, guys who

go to jail blame either the prosecutor or their defense

attorney, but not both.

And not the judge.

And what exactly are you implying?

I'm not implying anything.

I'm not the one who was hiding in a panic room.

What is Magnus O'Connor have against you?

Nothing.

Magnus O'Connor is a k*lling machine.

So you all put your hands together

and decided to railroad him?

OK.

Sorry to have bothered you.

I will be on my way, but, uh, be sure to say hi

to O'Connor when you see him.

No.

It didn't start out as a setup.

Everyone knew he was guilty--

of all the killings, not just the one where he was caught

red handed.

Everything needed to convict him was in that car.

And then a rookie detective blew the whole thing

by opening a door.

The evidence fell out.

The Cop covered it with a jacket.

The evidence was corrupted.

So you, Neely, and Stamp buried that information

in the name of justice?

Stamp never knew.

And now, Miss Nelson, it's your turn.

I'm working for Stamps widow.

I figured out the connection between Stamp,

Neely, yourself, and O'Connor.

I figured O'Connor would want you dead as well.

So I came here to try and stop that from happening.

And now, the full story?

Magnus O'Connor isn't quite alive.

It's going to take me some time to explain.

I just need you to do what I say,

and I will try and get you out of here in one piece.

Pack a bag.

I'm getting you out of here.

[music playing]

[crackling fire]

I missed this.

It did have it's moments.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

I'm on my way.

Henry, no, stay with me.

I have to go.

[music playing]

You'll have more fun if you stay.

That's more like it.

You did it again, didn't you?

That's what you want.

No.

You dare use magic on me?

It's to protect you.

I saw your future.

You're in danger and I just want to keep you safe.

Vicki?

Forget about her.

It's too late.

Pray your wrong.

[music playing]

Hey.

I want you to take him to a hotel.

Make sure you're not followed.

Pay cash.

Don't contact anyone.

OK.

How do I know I can trust him?

Because I trust him with my life.

You do?

Thank you.

How do I know I can trust you?

Would you like to stay here and wait for O'Connor?

Let's go.

Mother of God.

[music playing]

[growl]

[screaming]

Vicki, you OK?

Yeah.

Come on.

Vicki, no.

Don't.

Victoria, he's dead.

I can smell it.

[cries]

Please just meet me back at the office.

I have to call 9-1-1 now.

I know these men are connected.

I want to know why they d*ed.

Quid pro quo or persona non grata?

Neely and Pettigrew conspired to railroad

a con name Magnus O'Connor.

Stamp got painted with a conspiracy .

Brush

Evidence?

Pettigrew confessed before he d*ed.

Suspects?

I think a member of the O'Connor family

is trying to avenge Magnus's death.

Any of them wear loud silk tracksuits?

Neighbor saw a guy lurking around Pettigrew's house

yesterday morning.

When he confronted the prowlers he told the neighbor

to, eff off you effing w*nk*r.

His effs, not mine.

That could be Brady O'Connor.

You two, go question O'Connor.

You should have come to us first.

I wasn't sure.

And now a judge is dead.

You never could follow protocol.

Pettigrew's death is on your hands.

Come on, Mike, I don't need this from you too.

Tough.

What happened to our deal.

I didn't have anything concrete.

You've always been a bad liar, Vicki.

And you better start talking right now before I

arrest you on obstruction.

Yeah, but just remember if I do, you can't freak out.

Fine.

Pettigrew, Stamp, and Neely were k*lled by the ghost

of Magnus O'Connor.

Ghost?

Great.

Got any proof?

I saw him.

Any real proof?

Two crushed hearts with Magnus O'Connor's fingerprints

on them.

Anything else?

Neely and Pettigrew forced a rookie detective

to lie on the stand in order to ensure O'Connor's conviction.

I think that the ghost is going to go after that cop next.

You're taking this rather well.

Well, you know, in light of everything else lately,

a k*ller ghost seems like nothing, right?

OK.

I can ID the detective from the casebook,

but, listen, from now on, I am part of this.

Do you understand me?

Somebody's got to watch your back.

You know, you could lose your job for this.

Well, I guess I'll just have to open up

a private investigation agency, won't I?

[music playing]

We've got to find a way to stop this son of a bitch,

and fast.

That might be tough when he can walk right through you.

We can't even touch him.

I can.

We were on the stairs at the house, I reached out for him.

I mean, it was just instinct, but I grabbed his ankle.

Henry, my marks heated up and glowed.

He was as surprised as I was.

Sinead's needs right about these things.

No.

It's not that simple.

Dark magic marks you.

It draws forces towards you, and you're already

in enough danger because of it.

So be my safety net.

[music playing]

You can throw them all you want.

You're not going to find a future with Henry and there.

I'm closed.

Oh?

You start talking, this won't take long.

All your answers are in here.

What?

Are going to tip me to death?

You don't want to know.

Now, tell us the truth.

Henry.

Three men connected to your brother's trial are dead.

Now, one, I say it's natural causes.

Two, an unhappy coincidence.

Three, I say that smells like revenge.

You know what I smell?

Look, you got motive.

Witnesses placed you at the scene.

You k*lled three men, right?

Is that a question?

Look, I--

Dave.

[footsteps]

Look, Brady.

[clears throat] We understand.

Really.

He was your brother, your blood.

Now, he's dead.

You had to do something.

I get honor, family.

If somebody messes with one of my own,

I'm not wait for the system, you know what I'm saying?

The reason he's dead is because of the k*lling.

That was my brother's way.

He knew I wouldn't do it, so--

Who knew?

Brady, you know who did this.

Tell me.

I don't know anything.

Who did Magnus hired to k*ll these men?

Ah, he didn't hire no one.

That's the truth.

I'm not saying nothing else.

Not without a lawyer.

[music playing]

I touched a ghost tonight, even though I

know that's impossible.

We're trying to save somebody's life.

It's in your best interest to help.

Your marks, do you notice anything familiar

in the photos?

The pentagram?

It's a powerful symbol, binding the soul in the flesh.

The natural and the supernatural.

You and the demon.

What are you talking about?

How is Vicki bound to Astaroth?

Only time will tell.

All I want to know is how to stop O'Connor.

OK, that was not a cleansing spell he performed.

What did O'Connor do?

It blocks the spirits passage, traps it.

Binds it to what?

Something or someone.

Why did you lie to us?

I know better than to cross any person

who's capable of teaching that kind of magic to a thug.

Who's doing it?

Take a look at your photos.

You already know the answer.

Let's go.

Goodbye, Sinead.

See you soon.

Is it true what they say?

Were you at that judges house? - No.

Liar.

I didn't do anything.

Quiet.

Whew, I'm glad she's not my mom.

Yeah.

So is she.

Yeah.

[laughter]

[music playing]

She suddenly already had the answer.

What are we looking for?

I don't know.

Just keep looking.

OK, let me think about this.

Revenge is personal, right?

Crushed hearts are personal.

I mean, if you just wanted somebody dead

you'd hire a hitman, you know.

One sh*t to the head it's over, right?

It was a binding spell.

And it binds the spirit to someone.

Than a pentagram is a binding symbol, right?

And that's Gaelic for mother.

Son of a bitch.

And I mean that literally.

We've got a problem.

Mike?

One guess who screwed up O'Connor's case.

[music playing]

Just put it down there.

Who knows who else O'Connor is going to target.

He was in and out of the system so many times,

anyone to be his next k*ll.

OK, well, I'll help.

Thank you, detective.

I'll take it from here.

[music playing]

So let me get this straight.

Magnus kills himself in prison, and his mother

makes his ghost get revenge on the people who put him there?

Stamp loses his case.

Neely, Pettigrew, and Crowley all conspire

to conceal the evidence.

It makes sense.

Well, what terrifies me is that I'm

starting to get to the point that that makes sense to me

too.

Where's Crowley?

Back at the office.

You need to go keep an eye on her.

O'Connor's being summoned by the mother,

so we have to go find her.

Well, if she's behind this then I'm coming with you.

No.

Someone has to stay with Crowley.

I mean, I really don't think she wants to spend

quality time with me, so--

Right, so I'm supposed to go babysit

her while you go square off with some psycho ghost

all by herself?

I've got her covered.

I'll hold you to that.

[music playing]

Oh.

[laughs] I can't believe this.

All these years, Crowley has been

writing me about obeying the rules

and she's the one breaking protocol.

She's not the villain here, Vic.

I know.

It just still sucks to have to go save her.

[music playing]

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

Ah, now, see this b*at is moving hectic.

I've been elected.

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

up electric.

I know girls saying, hit the exit.

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

I'm coming through with more flavors than--

We need to talk.

I don't have time.

Make the time.

Please.

Lavena O'Connor?

BRADY: Your too late.

Oh, my God.

It doesn't pay to cross my ma.

Where is she?

She's gone off to k*ll that cop, Crowley.

- We have to help him. - No.

No, don't.

She says it will wear off, if she lets it.

I can't believe she'd do this to her own son.

What she did to Magnus is worse.

But he performed their binding spell all on his own.

Magnus wasn't always a k*ller.

She turned them into that.

She used her magic, made him get a taste for it.

When the prison put him out of her reach,

she made him k*ll himself.

Said she could bring him back.

That's insane.

Sanity is not this family's strong suit.

Go.

Go help your friend.

You'll try not to hurt her, yeah?

She is my ma.

[music playing]

I pulled the Magnus O'Connor case.

You had just been assigned to homicide

when O'Connor got pulled over.

You were the rookie cop who spoiled the evidence

in that case, weren't you?

Nice detective work.

Even after I opened the door and the head fell out,

we still would've had him dead to rights.

So what happened?

A playground.

Kids everywhere, I didn't want them to see the head,

so I draped my jacket over it.

Well, you can't b*at yourself up for being compassionate.

I do not want this becoming squad room gossip, understand?

Breathe a word of this to anyone and I will bury you.

This, um--

This doesn't make you look incompetent.

It certainly doesn't make you look weak.

I mean, if anything, it makes you look human.

Yeah.

Thanks for the hug.

I'm tired.

I'm going home.

All right.

Well, then I'm going with you.

Three men have already d*ed because of this.

You're likely the next target.

I can take care of myself.

[music playing]

I touched him before, if I have some kind of connection

to him, I'm going to use it.

It'd be silly to try to convince you otherwise.

Straight up waste of breath.

At least you're consistent.

[music playing]

[footsteps]

[celtic language]

[music playing]

[groaning]

MIKE: Crowley.

Whoa.

Don't do that, Celluci.

[police sirens]

[groaning]

Magnus.

[music playing]

Hey, mama's boy.

No, Vicki, don't.

k*ll her.

k*ll her.

k*ll her.

You talk too much.

[music playing]

[screaming]

Mike, are you OK?

Yeah.

Oh, she's alive.

Oh, thank God.

Where's Lavena?

She's dead.

How did she die?

Heart att*ck.

I was just trying to stop her.

Here, help me.

VICKI: You're OK.

Come on.

[music playing]

What did you tell them?

The truth.

That Lavena O'Connor att*cked Crowley in the parking lot.

I just tell them that her w*apon of choice

was the ghost of her dead son.

Thank you, both of you.

Right.

Oh, for God's sakes.

Would the two of you pretend to play nice just for a minute?

It's been a long night.

Saving lives is exhausting.

Mm.

Saving lives?

There is a first for you, huh vampire?

Like you'd know.

Your job doesn't even start until it's

too late for the victim.

Really?

All right, listen.

You two better get going.

I got this report to file.

Oh, yeah.

I got to figure out how to bill this?

Goodnight, Mike.

Goodnight.

[music playing]

[footsteps]

Just like magic.

[THEME - TAMARA RHODES, "LIVE FOREVER"]

THEME SONG: Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

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

Ah, see, this b*at is moving hectic.

I've been elected.

So y'all best sit your ass real, because I'm dropping

like electric.

I know girls saying, quick, hit the exit.

Keep it up, get beaten up on, getting your head split.

I'm coming through with more flavors

than Nesquik and desperate.

Making fresh hits.

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

Who wants to--

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

You, and me, it's in the blood.