01x06 - Love Hurts

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GARY HOWSEN: Marcy sh*t in the lower 90s that day.

Outplayed me by three strokes.

We were unbeatable.

Used to be we did everything together.

Now she's busy.

I'm busy.

VICKI: And you think she's getting

busy with somebody else?

That's one way of putting it.

Do you really want to find out if your wife is

cheating, Mr. Howsen?

Or do you want to stay married?

Yes, and yes.

Because what I'm saying is, your money could

be better spent on counseling.

Or a hit man.

I'm kidding.

People get upset.

They overreact a little and suddenly they're divorced,

wondering how they got there.

Can you help me or not?

I can start first thing tomorrow.

But you should know that some spouses

find out they've been investigated

and the marriages never recover.

I'm dying by slow degrees here, Miss Nelson.

If it's over, I want to know.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Anything juicy?

Ectoplasm in his Beamer?

A poltergeist in the summer house?

It's wearing horns.

Adultery, again.

Where do people find the time?

[gasping] You're so worth blowing off that meeting for.

MAN: [laughs]

Are you free tomorrow?

Gary's working late every night this week.

Last night, he didn't make it home till 5.

Anyhow, it's all wine and roses, right?

[whoosh]

[gasps, screams]

[theme music]

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

and it burns in the night, a place where I keep my peace.

Yeah.

And I can't explain, ooh, these strange things of fate.

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 his servant?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in your blood.

Oh, with my fantasy, ooh, ooh, with my fantasy.

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in my blood.

MAN: Hey, Dan?

Make sure you keep it roped off.

I don't want anybody coming through here.

[indistinct conversation]

All right.

Call me later.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

- What, did we have plans? - Well, that depends.

Did you get that raise?

[laughs] Yeah.

Yeah.

I bought this place with it, too.

Oh, well, in that case, I am free for dinner.

Oh, that's good to hear.

Let me just, uh, clean up this mess and we'll be on our way,

all right?

Oh, this mess is why I'm here.

My client called.

She's dead.

[pensive music]

[zip]

I came upstairs.

The bath was running.

I found Marcy.

VICKI: I'm sorry.

It was him.

The guy, whoever she's been--

I want you to find out who did this.

Well, that's why the police are here, Mr. Howsen.

You know, they know what they're doing.

I didn't come home last night, Miss Nelson.

I sacked out in the office.

I just came home this morning to change my shirt.

Nobody saw me.

I know how it looks to these guys.

Mr. Howsen?

Detective Graham.

Can we talk over here?

I need somebody on my side.

I didn't k*ll my wife.

I didn't!

[dramatic music]

Vic?

He thought his wife was cheating on him and hired you?

Could be.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct conversation]

We should have gone to my bar.

I hate training new bartenders.

[whoosh]

Where have your hands been tonight?

Ask me again in a couple hours.

[scoffs]

So what's eating you?

Mm.

My client made a joke about hiring a hit man.

And 24 hours later, his wife is dead.

If he's going to have her k*lled,

why would he joke about it?

Maybe he's setting me up as his alibi.

Are you always this paranoid?

Well, he doesn't have an alibi.

He also doesn't have a ghost, or a monster, or a zombie.

Hm.

This will be great!

So you say.

But your eyes say something else.

Right.

Your eyes say that plain old m*rder's boring.

I say that supernatural, otherworldly,

freaky turns you on.

It always has to come back to you, doesn't it?

This could be your fate.

Fate, right.

Yeah.

Like I'm fated to go blind.

Like I'm fated to bring hell to earth.

[whoosh]

So is your client worried about his upcoming

experience with justice?

If that's supposed to be a slag against cops,

I'd stop right there.

Well, it's not a slag against ex-cops, which is what you are.

Are you trying to suggest that Mike is good at his job?

Not just his job.

I'm sure.

Good night, Vicki.

Henry, come on.

[dramatic music]

[door opens, closes]

Marcy was great, Miss Nelson.

She wanted it all.

And she was getting it.

And then somebody broke in and k*lled her, for no reason.

Broke in?

Well, it wouldn't have been anyone here.

Oh, it had to be a stranger.

All of our people are vetted.

See, Mr. Howsen thought Marcy might have been seeing someone.

So maybe that's your stranger.

I don't think Marcy was fooling around.

No Marcy loved Gary.

Oh, yeah.

Right.

And love has such a great track record.

She was very happy.

We all are.

Marcy had a meeting that day.

But she was home and the bed was a mess.

How's that?

She wasn't the best housekeeper.

[scoffs]

Who knows what happens inside a marriage?

Just so you know?

Avoiding my questions isn't going to help

solve your friend's m*rder.

There's nobody here.

Who's that?

My gardener.

Your gardener?

Our gardener.

Emmanuel.

He works for all of us.

Was he working last night?

In a way.

He was teaching us flower arranging.

He's very talented.

MIKE: Crime scene says the prints

are of the loving couple.

A few others came up, checked out as the cleaning staff.

Leave their prints behind?

What kind of cleaning is that?

Good help, Dave.

Hard to find.

[sighs]

What is that, a dig?

[laughs] If you don't know, you proved my point.

Celluci.

Yeah?

The friend of a friend delivered.

- Thanks. - You know what?

I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone.

Ah, but watch out.

He's still carrying that Vicki torch.

Thanks for the tip, Cupid.

Yeah.

Thanks, Dave.

There was a message.

Yeah.

Something like, the next time Celluci wants me to spend

a day in Records investigating a m*rder from 1932,

tell him he can go--

forget it.

Later.

Hey, Kate.

Thanks.

[pensive music]

Vicki Nelson, private investigator.

I have a few questions.

You want to know where I was last night.

Well, that would be a start.

I gave a class in flower arranging

to Cheryl, Isabel, and Wendy.

Marcy not invited?

She didn't come.

VICKI: Didn't she?

If only she had.

You two spent time together.

I took care of her garden.

Ah-- you did.

[laughs]

She shines, like the rose fingered moon,

rising after sundown, erasing all stars around her.

[laughs] Poetry is not my thing.

Her light spreads on roses and tender time.

And the blooming honey Lotus.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, well, you're sure you didn't see Marcy last night?

Flower arranging lesson.

Would you like one?

[laughs] No thanks.

BRUCE: Cheryl?

Cheryl?

Hi.

Who are you?

Vicki Nelson.

Working for Gary.

Oh, the PI. VICKI: Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Bruce Caldwell, Cheryl's husband.

VICKI: Mm.

Is she around somewhere?

Or--

Ah, I'm sure she's not far.

She's never where I think she's going to be.

Hm.

Well, come on inside.

Terrible about Marcy.

Do the police have any suspects?

Not as of yet.

How about you?

You mean, do I suspect somebody?

No, not around here.

And they're sure it's m*rder?

Well, she didn't strangle herself.

How about that gardener.

I don't know the guy. I don't know.

Hm.

Don't the police usually suspect the husband?

Oh, especially if he's jealous?

BRUCE: Well, I don't know if Gary was jealous.

I do.

Subtle.

My mother's.

She was an anthropologist.

I used to be fascinated with those things when I was a kid.

No cable.

Ah.

Where are they from?

Oh, all over.

And a shame.

It's a significant collection and I

don't remember much about them.

Um, they're a little valuable.

A little creepy.

No, I don't think so.

My mother used to keep them in individual cases.

Uh, Cheryl thinks that's tacky.

Too "collectory."

Women were really women back then, weren't they?

Hm. Yeah.

I always figured the sculptors must've been teenage boys.

[laughs] Yes.

That would explain a lot.

Well, I'm going to take another look around for my wife.

[music playing]

(SINGING) Haha!

[inaudible] so you can see the sun.

Ha.

A gardener who quotes poetry.

You sound almost jealous.

How enduring.

Jealousy's a useless emotion.

Hm.

After 450 years, I don't waste my time on futile feelings.

Don't knock experience.

I never do.

And experience is telling me that there

is something between those women and that gardener.

I mean, their alibi is too neat.

Why wasn't Marcy invited?

I'm going to go over tomorrow and sniff around some more.

[inaudible]

You're kind of twisted.

Has anyone ever told you that?

Maybe I'll come.

Sounds irresistible.

So he's handsome.

There's no crime in noticing.

You don't sound like a cop talking about a suspect.

I'm trained to notice details.

So am I. Like your heart b*ating faster.

Too much caffeine.

If you need to relax, I could quote you some poetry.

You could try.

Apparently it works.

If you want to know what works,

you could get the garbage on your way out.

[whoosh]

[suspenseful music]

[sighs] [moans]

[sighs] [moans]

[suspenseful music]

[gasping]

[dramatic music]

[sniffs] [sniffs]

[knocks]

[door opens]

Hi.

Are you OK?

You weren't just, uh, over at my place,

you know, somehow, um, like, in bed with me running

your hands all over my body.

That kind of thing.

That depends.

Were you enjoying it?

VICKI: Henry!

No.

Are you sure?

I think I'd remember it.

OK.

OK, good.

No.

[laughs] That's a load off.

Phew.

Disappointed?

No. No.

Relieved.

You don't look relieved.

Oh, no.

This is-- um, this is my relief face.

Because finding me in your bed, running my hands

all over your body would be horrible?

Well, unless you were invited.

Well, yes.

Obviously, here's the catch--

you're a vampire.

I'm a half-blind private investigator.

These stories always end up tragic.

I could b*at the odds.

I'm not much of a gambler.

Night, Hank.

We could cuddle after.

[pensive music]

What about the gardener?

Did you check him out?

[laughs] Not as much as you did, I bet.

Come on, Mike.

You know Coreen ran a dozen databases, came

up with nothing on this guy?

Hm.

Yeah, we figured Zorro's an illegal immigrant.

Hm.

We're going to sit with it.

He'll get nervous, make a mistake.

Then we'll bring him in.

What about his alibi?

Oh, you mean his harem?

[laughs] The harem that just figured out they're a harem?

Yeah, that's the one.

[laughs] Yeah.

Remarkably consistent.

Hm.

So any other suspects?

Come on, Vic.

You know we like Gary for this.

But I'm not going to talk to you about it.

OK.

How about we don't talk about it over dinner?

No work talk.

I swear.

This so-called dinner just the two of us?

Is there someone you want me to bring?

Is Henry working this with you?

He is.

And you're k*lling the moment, in case you were wondering.

Well, you know, wouldn't want to k*ll the moment.

But, um, come on, Vic.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

I'm going to try and remember that this is coming out

of your concern for me, not out of some kind of caveman

complex.

[laughs] Why can't it be both?

[knocks]

Emmanuel?

Emmanuel?

[distant laughter]

[dramatic music]

EMMANUEL: [moaning]

Mhm.

Ah!

[laughs]

[beeping and clicking]

[laughter and moaning]

[water splashing]

Ah!

VICKI: Hot?

A little.

[clang]

I'd say a lot.

So, Isabel, Marcy.

Just how many lawns are you trimming around here?

Oh, you have such great energy, Vicki.

You must have many lovers.

I saw you with Isabel.

Gary saw you with Marcy.

The police are watching you.

I didn't do anything--

that people didn't want me to do.

I cared for Marcy.

I didn't hurt her.

Who did?

I don't know.

See, I think you do.

Cheryl!

I, uh, finished up work early and I wanted to talk to you

about the fall plantings.

Any luck with Marcy's m*rder?

Shouldn't you be at work?

Shouldn't you?

Isabel has brochures about the new irrigation systems.

Excuse me.

Emmanuel was just giving me a little Shoka primer.

You said the flower you started with is in this garden?

Which one is it?

The pink one.

That one.

The-- [laughs].

My mistake.

The pink one.

Thanks.

[dramatic music]

These women are lying about the night of Marcy's m*rder.

So we are going to unleash Henry's mojo on them.

I don't have mojo.

I have charm.

Charisma, if you will.

I would.

Well, whatever it is, you're taking it to the Golf

and Country Club tonight.

A golf club?

I know.

I know.

But sometimes you gotta go where the case takes you.

Meanwhile, we're going to go back to Richie Rich Estates.

I want to search the gardener's cottage.

I want to search the gardener.

He's our suspect.

Delicious until proven guilty.

[music playing]

VICKI: So you OK with this?

- I've talked to women before. - Yeah.

But not as a PI.

Yet I usually get what I want.

You're not going to, you know, bite them, are you?

Are you going to tell me I can't?

No.

Good.

It's just that it's not exactly protocol.

You are going to tell me I can't.

Well, it's an investigation, not a picnic.

Is this really about something I might do?

Or something I didn't?

The other night when I didn't stay,

then you showed up at my place--

Oh, no.

No.

This is completely different.

Completely.

If you say so.

Yeah.

I've got to change.

OK.

Um, call me later?

HENRY: You got it.

I'm not going to.

Bite them?

HENRY: Bite them.

[upbeat music]

[ambient party sounds]

Tell me about your flower arranging class.

What really happened that night?

We were practicing Shoka.

It's a Japanese style.

Sounds exotic.

Yeah.

And was Emmanuel there with you?

Emmanuel was in the living room.

We all were.

To think that Shoka could have saved her life.

Except that Emmanuel wasn't there.

Emmanuel was there.

He's the Shoka expert.

Oh, god.

My query did come.

Excuse me.

I think you like living life on the edge.

Other people think they understand you.

But they don't, do they?

Nobody does.

Like my neck, I've always got this pain right here.

And I never talk about it.

Oh, excuse me.

[growls]

[music playing]

(SINGING) Haha.

VICKI: Just keep that filthy mind of yours

on the case and Emmanuel.

All I'm saying is two great guys,

and every night you're going home alone.

Look, I--

I'm just too busy for the messy relationship stuff right now.

Too busy for the messy?

Because the working women here sure aren't.

I appreciate your concern, Coreen.

But I'd appreciate you shutting up more.

[sighs] Well, you know, there was this thing the other night.

Who?

Henry or Mike?

Neither.

Wait.

It was really-- it was just this weird dream.

It was like someone was in bed with me, running

their hands all over my body.

No face?

Just an impression.

You know, like a--

like the weight of a body pressing down on me?

And then what?

It-- it really real though.

Really real?

Real.

You know, Vicki, it sounds like an incubus.

A what?

Incubus.

A sex demon.

Sort of a virtual vibrator for the medieval set.

Nah, I think it was just a dream.

[woman screaming in distance]

Call the police!

[woman screaming]

[door opens]

[woman screaming]

[hisses]

[woman screaming]

[thud]

[woman screaming]

[eerie distorted noise]

Ah!

[gasping]

What happened?

Is she all right?

Are they on their way?

On their way.

Oh, god!

Isabel!

Isabel!

[dramatic music]

[whoosh]

Oh.

Bloody hell.

[sighs]

Henry!

HENRY: Please, some respect for the game.

Vicki fought a demon.

HENRY: What?

Something att*cked Isabel and Vicki tried to k*ll it.

And it knocked her across the room.

And it has glowing red eyes.

And we think it might be Emmanuel.

[laughs] You golf?

My father k*lled the Scottish king.

Yes.

I golf.

Demons att*ck night.

It's kind of a large search term.

Well, it looked like it was sucking the breath out of her.

Incubus do that.

Yes.

Vicki had a visit the other night, you know?

Lucky.

The other night when you came over, the hands all over you.

The hands you hoped were mine.

Feared.

[beep]

Incubus from the Latin incubo, meaning burden or weight.

Do I need to explain that part to you?

No. No.

It's OK.

I, uh, remember.

Check this out.

The incubus could be a nasty lover

with a sexual organ that was freezing cold, double pronged,

or painfully large.

Do those two words really belong together?

And you think I should take up with the messy?

An incubus has the power to put everyone in the house

into a deep sleep.

Once she succumbs, the woman is dragged into hell for eternity.

Contra-glam.

That's how they resisted me.

They were under the influence of the incubus.

I thought you were irresistible.

You resist him.

The incubus got there first.

Hm.

Some excuse.

Look, it looks like one of the idols at Cheryl's house.

She

Has an incubus idol?

Uh, sort of.

They're the husband's.

[suspenseful music]

Doesn't make sense.

Idols are used to worship.

Yes.

But they're also used to summon demons,

like the creep who did this to me.

So somebody summoned an incubus

and it k*lled Marcy and Isabel?

You're asking the wrong gal about out that.

But find out more about these idols

and get me a meet with Cheryl.

[dramatic music]

And I want to know, how many more of your friends

have to die before you tell me about you and Emmanuel?

You don't have to yell.

Well, apparently I do.

We have this networking group.

It's a way for us to get together [inaudible]..

Usually we don't end up talking much business,

just complain about our husbands not giving us attention.

[laughs] I swear to God, every time I'm feeling frisky,

he's just laying there like a log.

Mm.

At least you're getting wood.

[laughter]

Oh, Gary, give me a little loving.

[mimicking male voice] I am too busy with that right now, baby.

Oh, come on, Gary.

I'll pay for that golf vacation you always wanted to.

Marcy, Marcy, these things are worth money.

[LAUGHTER AND INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Yeah.

Yeah.

He could solve one of my problems.

[laughter]

It'd be great if he was like a genie in a bottle.

VICKI: Ooh, and all you had to do is rub him.

You'd make a wish.

[LAUGHTER AND INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

[gasps, screams]

And Emmanuel showed up the next day?

Not exactly.

We all started having these weird dreams,

like someone was in bed with us.

Someone you wanted to be in bed with.

And then I figured Marcy had hired him.

Turns out Marcy Isabel had hired him, and so on.

He needed a place.

I had the guest cottage on my property.

So--

And the dreams?

We're all pretty career driven.

You have your own business.

You must understand that.

I focus fully on one thing, other things disappear--

cooking at home, lazy Sundays, sex.

There's not much time.

Not much will either.

So you traded in the dreams for reality?

There was no Shoka class.

I was with Emmanuel the night Marcy was k*lled.

I asked the girls to cover for me.

[laughs] And that was when we discovered we were

all using the same gardener.

Wasn't your husband ever home?

Bruce-- Bruce could sleep through an earthquake.

[sighs] And the night Isabel was k*lled?

I asked, none of us were with him.

All right.

sh**t.

OK.

I know you hate this stuff.

But Emmanuel might be an incubus.

[sighs] What is that?

A special interest group?

No, it's the type of sex demon.

No, Vicki.

I know what it is. All right?

I read. I watch TV.

I know all about these things.

All right?

They're just fiction, myths, stories.

Like Henry?

Hey, speaking of which, where is he?

All right?

Attacking women in bed sounds like more his kind of thing,

don't you think. - No.

Don't mistake this for something that it's not.

You mean don't mistake an incubus for a vampire?

I can't believe I just said that.

All I'm saying is that if you find Emmanuel, just be careful.

That's all.

Well, we'll find him all right.

And when we do, we'll put him away for life.

Yeah.

But how do you lock up an incubus anyway?

Well, you're the expert.

Why don't you tell me?

I'll get back to you on that.

Vicki, what are you scheming?

Nothing.

I'll be in touch.

[door closes]

Dr. Sigara says there's no definitive method

to trapping an incubus.

Hm.

Well, apparently all you have to do

is cry the unhappy marriage blues in your million dollar

McMansion and he just shows up.

That's calling him.

We want to trap him.

Excuse me.

Sigara thinks the item might help bring him in.

And we'll need a ritual circle to hold

him, spruce for manifestation, civet for lust,

and the right bait.

Hm.

I'd volunteer but the bait has to be sexually frustrated.

What?

Wha-- I'm-- [sighs].

I'm not sexually frustrated.

And when he ended up here the other night, what?

He took the wrong exit?

CHERYL: We haven't seen him since Isabel.

Yeah.

I can't imagine why.

[sighs] The murders are so at odds with the way he is.

Was. Is.

Hm.

BRUCE: What the hell are you doing?

Bruce, Vicki's going to borrow it.

These belonged to my mother.

You-- you don't just give them away.

I wasn't.

Show got some respect for once.

CHERYL: [sighs] - They're not for you.

They're not for anyone.

Understand?

VICKI: I'm sorry.

I should have asked.

Sorry.

I paid off the mortgage when I got my promotion.

I think it's been hard on him.

Well, if this doesn't work, at least it smells nice.

So now what?

I just wait?

I know this might be hard for you.

But try to be in an open receptive mood.

OK.

Open and receptive to a demon coming to k*ll me.

Sure.

[whoosh]

[gasps]

Open yet?

[sighs]

So, this is your trap.

Henry was out of line.

Sorry.

How did you get in?

VICKI: Hey.

You were supposed to give those back.

Sorry.

VICKI: And what are you doing here anyways?

[sighs] Well, I figured you could

use a little professional help.

She's already got it.

No, I said "professional help."

Not bloodsucking, bastard son of the king help.

I looked it up, Fitzroy.

HENRY: He reads.

[laughs]

Yeah, you two are going to be big help.

[dramatic music]

[screams]

[screams]

[screams]

OK, so we caught an incubus.

Now what?

I must say, Vicki, I am disappointed in you.

You should try it from my side.

[growls]

Would you give me your hand, please?

No, I don't think so.

Look, we know what you are.

Demon.

Why would you k*ll Marcy and Isabel?

It wasn't me!

I care for these women.

And it makes no sense for me to harm them.

I have food, shelter, sex.

And look at him.

Thank you, Bella.

[growls]

So you just get pulled through to this side

and decide to take on physical form?

Pretty much.

But why?

What is so great about this world?

These women, so tough by day.

At night, with me, they were vulnerable.

They responded to me.

Needed me.

I could feel that.

I can feel that within you too, Vicki.

Your longing.

I have no longing.

There is no longing!

OK.

Well, actually, I have been thinking about getting a dog.

You don't have to explain.

MIKE AND HENRY: No, explain.

The women?

Look, I made a difference in their sleeping lives.

I wanted to make a difference in their days.

[door closes]

He's lying.

He's a demon.

It's like breathing to them.

Yeah, unlike vampires.

VICKI: Focus.

MIKE: [sighs] All right.

Cheryl's confession has him outside of Marcy's house

at the time of the m*rder.

OK.

Well, say he didn't do it. Right?

There were a dozen other idols in that house.

Maybe we're looking at the wrong one.

I may be able to help there.

You said to find out what I could, so--

A doll did it?

Did you miss the part where the demon showed up?

Did you miss the part where you

started talking about dolls?

Idols.

Look, the same rules just-- they don't apply anymore, Mike.

Yeah.

I get that, Vic.

Tiny little K*llers, huh?

No.

That's not such a stretch now, is it?

Tell me, detective.

You sleep with your windows open?

VICKI: I repeat-- focus.

So then whose our hooded k*ller?

Maybe her.

She's one of the furies, the angry ones.

MIKE: Relative of yours stop?

VICKI: Stop it!

From Greek mythology.

Sigara says it's probably the oldest piece in the collection.

This one seems to be Megaera.

She att*cks whoever you're jealous of.

VICKI: Well, Gary was jealous of his wife.

I mean, admittedly so.

MIKE: Was Isabel's husband jealous of her?

VICKI: No. Not so much.

All the women were jealous of each other.

Isabel was the focus of that.

I mean, she was spending the most time with Emmanuel.

Yeah. But there's no pattern here.

Listen to this.

In the myths, Megaera responds to the strongest

feelings of jealousy, not necessarily

to the person who summoned her.

So either they're passing around this idol or--

Or someone hasn't learned how to use it properly yet.

VICKI: I think I know who.

HENRY: Come on, demon.

We're taking a ride.

[suspenseful music]

I know you can feel it eating me up inside.

She ruined everything.

Ridiculed me.

[whoosh]

Feel it.

[whoosh]

[door opens, closes]

You're a child, Celluci, cutting me off at the light?

You've been driving for, what?

90 years?

You still choke at a yellow?

It's pathetic.

OK, boys.

We have a m*rder to stop.

[dramatic music]

k*ll her.

[door opens]

Hey, stay here.

Excuse me.

[thud] All right.

That's it.

What are you going to do?

sh**t me?

If you can't control yourself, somebody else will.

[door closes]

Hey!

Get a grip!

[whoosh]

You go in.

She's in there.

Get back here!

I'm in control here!

Henry, cut it out!

[suspenseful music]

[growls]

[thud]

Ah!

[thud]

[g*nshots]

[grunts] Uh!

[whoosh]

[inaudible]!

I'm the angry one!

It's a jealousy demon, you idiot!

[whoosh]

Sorry, love.

Already dead.

[thud]

Mike!

[grunts]

[sound of struggle]

[groaning]

Hand it over, Bruce.

Don't make me hurt you! - It's mine!

- Give it to me! - No!

- Give it to me! - No!

Give it to me!

[groaning]

CHERYL: What's going on in here?

Get back!

[groaning]

MIKE: Vicki!

[whoosh]

[groaning]

[whoosh]

[gasping]

[panting] Oh, glad I'm not the one writing the report.

Oh, [laughs].

m*rder by jealousy demon and second degree.

Yeah.

It practically writes itself, doesn't it?

Trepidation adds a certain vibrancy to any encounter.

But I prefer curiosity, willingness, passion.

A constant diet of coercion gets tired after a couple hundred

years.

Exactly.

And it's amazing how-- how women have

changed over this [inaudible].

The art of romance is lost on women today.

I know.

MIKE: So, what about him?

EMMANUEL: --romance.

HENRY: Women are not just--

Henry's free to do what he wants.

No.

The other freak.

I mean, is he sticking around or what?

He hasn't broken any laws.

No.

Just a couple of hearts, right?

Oh, I, uh, think he can cure them.

I was talking about the husbands.

I knew that.

Still, freak factor aside, it does just come down

to human emotions, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Jealousy.

Seemed to be a lot of that flying around tonight.

Vicki, I'm not jealous of Henry.

I'm just worried about you.

Well, you know, I always work better with a partner.

Maybe.

There's a lot about Henry you don't know.

And you do?

Look, I know that every time I've needed him in my corner,

he's been there.

Reminds me a lot of somebody else I used to work with.

Just trust me on this.

I do trust you.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

THEME SONG: Who wants to live?

Who wants to live?

[inaudible] Who wants to stop the silence?

Who wants to live?

[inaudible] I've been elected so you best sit on your ass

because I'm talking like electric.

I know you [inaudible] hit the exit [inaudible]

getting your head split.

I'm coming through with more flavor [inaudible]..

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to start the [inaudible]..

Who wants to?

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to start the [inaudible] in the [inaudible]..