01x07 - Heart of Ice

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

Now, where would you go if you were an accountant who

had just stolen $15 million?

MIKE: $15 million?

Where wouldn't I go?

Well, he's routed the money through the Turks and Caicos.

Well, follow the money.

Or follow your phone bill.

Let's see.

20 calls to a number in Paris from his cell phone.

Girlfriend?

Silvie Girard.

325 Rue Montaigne.

Man, what did we do in the days before reverse directories?

And another case solved.

Yes.

And a potential payday.

My landlord has called me three times this week.

Oh, so I take it I'm buying dinner tonight?

Look at you.

You just solved a mystery too.

Yes, look at me.

Listen, I was wondering what your weekend is looking like.

Besides tracking down the accountant

that's blown all of my client's money on the Champs lys es?

Not much.

You have a better offer?

Well, it's Dylan's birthday.

No way.

Huh.

How old is he now, like seven?

No. Eight.

Can you believe it?

You think that might be kind of weird though?

Actually he asked if I could bring Aunt Vicki to the party.

I was at Molly's the other day.

And I guess he overheard me talking about you.

What exactly were you talking about?

I don't know.

That I was seeing you again.

You know?

That you were seeing me or that you were seeing me?

I don't know.

That I was seeing you around.

Molly was happy.

She always did like you.

I'm just-- I'm so close on this accountant thing.

I think I should probably you know

stay in and follow it through.

Absolutely.

I mean, you got make hay.

I totally get that.

But we're still on for dinner though, right?

Damn right we are.

Great.

Turkey soup with the mission tomorrow, Francine.

Too damn salty, every time.

They can keep their damn salty soup.

[growling]

Who's there?

Annie?

Is that you?

[growling]

[screaming]

[music playing]

(SINGING) I can't explain these things of late.

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

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 [inaudible]?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in your blood.

Who will be my fantasy?

Who will be my [inaudible]?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in our blood.

Oh, could you put that down, please?

It's from a friend.

Swarovski?

I think so.

I used to sell these things.

Ms. Nelson should be back really soon.

Can I get you a coffee?

Hey, I know you.

This is the panhandle queen of young and Carlton.

ANNIE: Yeah, and you were the only decent cop on that b*at.

I work Yorkville now.

Less coins, more bills.

Good stuff.

Annie Howard.

Word on the street is you went private.

I looked you up.

Well, I hate to break this to you,

but if you're going door to door,

you may have picked the wrong door.

My friend Francine was k*lled last night.

People just keep getting k*lled.

How do you know they're--

they're being k*lled?

Some of them have just disappeared.

And last night, I heard Francine screaming.

And then, she was gone too.

How many people are we talking about here?

Frankie, Daryl, and Linda, four at least, maybe more.

Annie, we have to call the police.

You were a cop.

You know that they're not gonna listen to us.

Maybe they'll listen to you.

Vicki, I don't know which one of us is gonna be next.

I can pay you.

A bunch of chipped in.

I got almost $100.

It's OK.

I'll open an account.

Really, this--

Do you want me to take it? Let me.

OK. OK.

Great. That's-- that's great.

COREEN: I got it.

All right.

Take-- take a big breath.

And we're just gonna start from the beginning.

All right?

So looks like she's a working girl.

And you're gonna love this.

Yeah?

No idea?

Better.

No blood.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Looks like return of the Vampire k*ller, on both screens.

Look, it can't be the same guy.

All the other vics, they had their throats ripped open.

This--

Maybe he's getting neater.

Everything pointed to the Norman Bridewell dude, right?

I mean, we never did get our hands on him.

Crowley heard about this?

Oh, yeah.

She's got all the dogs out on this one.

All hands on deck.

Like that'll help.

See that guy over there?

Look like a local to you?

Seems a little upscale for this hood.

How about we go say hello?

Yeah.

Listen, make sure you get a photo of this guy, right--

MAN: Don't worry about it.

He's been taking pictures for the last half hour.

She lived here?

Francine didn't like crowds.

Actually she didn't like individuals either.

Not a people person.

Did you notice anyone new around the park lately, anybody

on or off their meds?

People are in and out and--

and on and off.

What about anyone who might have

had a specific beef with her?

Not with her or any of the others.

It's just someone who likes hurting people.

Where's her stuff?

She had some good stuff, man.

Sleeping bag's almost knew.

If something happened to her, that's evidence.

Nobody k*lled her for it, if that's what you're getting at.

Annie, look, I believe you.

All right?

I just need some kind of proof that someone took her.

What is this?

Looks like drag marks.

That's Francine's bag.

That's the kind evidence I mean.

No.

Don't touch that.

You don't want your fingerprints on that.

Looking for something?

I am surprised that you have time to go

digging through cold cases.

There could be a connection to our case.

What?

You think someone broke out of the retirement home

to k*ll a working girl?

There are similarities with all of this and our girl.

OK?

It could be a copycat.

It could be one of those ongoing ritualistic things.

You said Norman Bridewell looked good for it.

That's why I put out a national warrant.

Is he back or what?

I still think Bridewell did those murders.

But this is a different guy and I'm developing some theories.

Involving 75-year-old crimes?

Yes.

Well, I look forward to hearing it, Detective.

Should be entertaining.

Do you know what it's like trying to draw with somebody

looking over your shoulder?

It makes you want to stop working and discuss my case?

I have a deadline.

If this book isn't into the printers

by the end of the month, my editor is gonna k*ll me, again.

So much for a timeless existence as one

of the children of the night.

Welcome to the 21st century.

Look, Henry, these people need our help.

What gave at the office?

What?

The Little Prince doesn't help the homeless?

I wandered Europe for years after the Great w*r.

I know what it's like to have nothing.

What do you need?

Well, I've called the police in on this,

but I just think that a vampire's nose for blood

will find things in the sewer that they will miss.

Sewer?

Well, you didn't say anything about a sewer.

Well, that's because I was saving the best for last.

I have to meet Annie at the coffee shop around the corner.

But I will call you later, OK?

I'm going alone?

Vicki?

Nice picture.

You should get a better frame, man.

Like something in a rustic with--

Yeah.

You want-- you want to put the picture down please?

It's OK, Annie.

Mike's gonna help us.

I picked this us in the park.

It's Francine's.

It's covered in blood.

It's OK.

Yeah.

It's covered in blood and you have no victim.

I have half a dozen witnesses who heard screams.

Vicki, come on.

You know how this is gonna play out.

Even if I get a statement, by the time I need her in court,

she's gonna be gone, she's gonna be on something,

she's gonna be off her meds.

Mike, I just handed you a bloody bag.

Annie says there are four people missing, maybe more.

We might be dealing with a serial k*ller.

Or this Francine woman decided to move into the sewer,

cut herself on the grate or she OD-ed.

Vick, just have a really full caseload right now, OK?

So give me someone who can spare an hour.

I can't sell this.

Send out a uniform, at least to bag and tag the evidence.

Why don't you handle it?

Fine.

Loan me the forensics team and I'll get right on it.

All right.

You know what?

I'll make a deal with you.

OK?

I will help you with your case if you help me with mine?

Still need me for the tough stuff, huh?

Something I want to show you.

Follow me.

VICKI: Five minutes.

[growling]

This isn't Henry.

He doesn't do this.

Oh, really, Fang Boy, doesn't eat?

He doesn't k*ll.

He tell you that?

You've never actually even asked him, have you?

I trust him.

Who are you and what have you done with Vicki Nelson?

Look, Henry is not a k*ller.

No?

And how do you know so much about his drinking habits?

How many times has he sucked your blood, Vicki?

You really want to know?

Once.

Are you insane?

He was dying.

Any idea who he was with two nights ago?

Two nights ago, he was with me.

MIKE: All night?

Most of it.

Well, I hope I never need you as an alibi.

Listen, I've got a body with two puncture wounds, no blood,

and no sign of struggle.

Even if I didn't believe in vampires,

I'd be thinking vampire.

So help me out here, Vick.

Is it Henry, your new partner, or are

we talking about some kind of bloodsucking

convention in town?

Maybe it's a wannabe or a cult. Maybe it's another demon.

OK.

Fine.

If Henry didn't do this, then he won't mind helping me out,

will he?

You k*lled the woman, Francine.

I didn't k*ll anyone.

I'm hunting.

Hunting what?

The wendigo.

VICKI (VOICEOVER): What the hell's wendigo?

A hunger, pure hunger.

It doesn't happen to drink blood, does it?

It eats your flesh, cracks your bones,

sucks out the marrow.

To each their own.

So what is it then?

Some kind of animal?

Some say wendigo was once a lost man in the woods.

Cannibal spirit came into him, kept him alive,

k*lling other lost souls he'd meet.

k*lled Francine.

How do you know that?

Did you see it?

We met before.

When I was 10, my father took me out to sh**t a deer.

There was no deer.

There was a sound like the wind, but not like the wind.

My father went to meet it.

That's when it took him.

[screaming]

That's when I [inaudible] on me.

I grabbed a branch out of the fire to keep it back.

But it never came for me.

Next day, I found my father's bones.

Do you believe in destiny, Ms. Nelson?

Not a big fan.

My people say, when you wendigo,

you're marked for death.

No matter how far you run, it'll find you.

You can't believe it followed you here?

Maybe it just moved here for better hunting.

But maybe if it would've k*lled me back then,

all these other people would still be alive.

Just do me a favor, Peter, would you stay in a shelter

tonight?

I like it outside.

It's my home.

Do you believe him?

I believe he believes it.

Great.

Aboriginal cannibal spirits infesting city ravines.

Maybe he's got the right idea.

Maybe somebody should put together a hunting party.

That's the spirit.

Actually us not being the somebody I was referring to.

My book's still got four pages that need inking.

The police can handle this, Vicki.

OK.

Yeah, Mike did say he would look into it for me.

Good.

Had to make a little deal though.

He's got a body, puncture marks on the neck, no blood.

He wants to talk to you about it.

Imagine that.

Henry, you're the only vampire he knows.

What do you think?

That you didn't do it.

Henry, it's just a conversation.

It's nothing to worry about.

That's what my father said to Anne Boleyn, right

before he took her head.

You have a visitor.

Did he say what he wants?

He said it's a personal matter.

Detective Sergeant Celluci, what can I do for you, Mr--

Javier Mendoza.

I saw you the other day at the place where they found

that poor young girl's body.

I saw you too.

Make it a habit of hanging around crime

scenes, Mr. Mendoza?

I was there for the same reason you were, Detective.

I'm hunting for the k*ller.

Oh, really?

Well, do you have any suspects for me?

We both now who did this, Henry Fitzroy.

COREEN: Pretty much every northern culture

has its own variation of the wendigo myth.

Some researchers figure it's easier

to have a supernatural explanation for cannibalism,

rather than admit people actually eat each other.

The wendigo is human?

Depends on the legend.

Some cultures say they possess a person,

make them crave human flesh.

This sounds more like the monster version.

I'm not gonna like the monster version, am I?

You know what a Sasquatch is, right?

Bigfoot?

Yeah, I' got it, a Sasquatch.

It's like a Sasquatch, only it's taller

and thinner and less hairy.

And Sasquatches are vegetarians.

Vegetarian?

These things eat people.

Well, then, the burning question is how do we

get it to stop eating people?

You've been following me?

I've been tracking him.

Like, you I'm an officer of the law, canon law.

I work for the church.

I deal with anomalies.

You think that's what Fitzroy is, an anomaly?

I think he's an abomination.

And we both know that your law is ill

equipped to deal with his kind.

If he k*lled this girl, he'll pay for it.

Really, Detective?

And if you can catch him, how do you intend to prosecute him?

Do you think a cell can hold him?

Even if you can imprison him, are you

prepared for what will happen on his first sunrise in captivity?

I know this is difficult for you.

Men like us, we follow a code.

Then, you know that this badge means that I don't believe

in vigilantes or lynchings.

I don't k*ll vampires.

I have a means to neutralize them so they won't k*ll again.

I offer them salvation.

Mr. Mendoza, saving souls a little outside

of my jurisdiction.

And that poor girl we saw earlier, was

she outside your jurisdiction?

I don't think the law can help.

But you can.

Delphine Guillaume, age 26, lover of Fitzroy's.

These photos must be at least 50 years old.

A little more than 60.

Fitzroy k*lled her, after he seduced her.

My number's in the file.

How do we do this?

Do you hit me with phonebook until I confess?

MIKE: Yeah, if you like?

Ever meet her?

She's not exactly my type.

Oh, and what exactly is your type, Henry?

O negative?

Mike, what are you doing?

He's trying to help.

That a vampire bite?

It might be.

Might be or is?

Told you already, I've never met her.

Any other vampires in town I should know about?

We don't all belong to the same book club.

I've answered your questions.

Are we done?

Not quite.

Any of these ladies look familiar?

VICKI: What is this?

You're gonna try and pin every cold case in the file on him?

No.

Just the ones I think he might actually have done.

If I'm going to k*ll somebody, I'm not going

to be that sloppy about it.

Really?

Well, maybe it's an accident, huh?

You know, you start going at it, things get a little too frisky,

before you know it--

If I take a life, I remember it.

Let's test of that, shall we?

You know what, Mike?

This is enough.

He's answered your questions.

Delphine.

Old friend?

Where'd you get this?

You first.

Did you k*ll her?

Now, unless you want to try to charge

me for something that happened in 1944, we're done here.

Don't worry.

Annie, I'll watch your ride.

Are you ever gonna talk to me again?

Are you gonna tell me why you let Celluci do your dirty work?

No.

He told me he just wanted to ask you about the girl

they found the other night.

I had no idea he was gonna ambush you.

Who was the woman in the old photo?

It was a long time ago.

You know what?

What about those other women though?

If you didn't know them, why not just say so?

Who says I didn't know them?

[growling]

You should go back.

It's my fight.

[growl]

What is it?

Death.

Oh, sh**t.

That jacket belongs to Francine.

Peter, I'm sorry.

[growling]

Look out.

Peter, no.

He's mine.

Why did it let us go?

It has it's food.

We got to go back.

Peter's still in there.

It's too late.

It's too late.

God.

I thought you could take that thing.

So did I.

What's the matter?

You're not healing.

I lost too much blood.

I need to feed.

I wasn't asking.

I'll drop you downtown.

[music playing]

You've been here all night?

What?

It's morning already.

I think you need this more than I do.

God bless you.

Kate, hypothetical.

Hit me.

MIKE: All right.

There's this case.

And you know who done it.

I mean, you just know.

But you can't make it stick?

You got evidence, maybe even a confession.

But it's no good because of how you obtained it.

Or because of who the guy is.

They're connected.

Untouchable.

But there is someone at another agency

who can put this guy away.

Only this agency doesn't play by the same rules.

FBI?

RCMP?

m*llitary?

Right.

Hypothetical.

Hypothetical.

How bad is this?

Serial k*ller.

Lots over a long time.

You hand it over.

No matter what they do to him?

We both believe in due process.

We wouldn't be having this conversation otherwise.

And the important thing is to get the bad guy off the street.

No more k*lling.

You know, Peter said that once this thing sees you,

you're marked for death.

What does that mean?

I have a new stalker?

That's one version.

Great.

Before you know it, the supernatural types

are gonna have to line up to take a sh*t at me.

Henry too.

You guys should stick together.

That's a bit complicated right now.

Is there anything else on the aboriginal connection?

What's Peter's heritage?

Iroquois?

Mohawk?

Algonquin?

I never thought to ask.

What difference does that make now?

The wendigo has over 60 names and more

than twice as many stories of how it kills

and why and how to stop it.

If it is Peter's wendigo, maybe I can narrow down the options.

All the myths are culturally specific.

OK.

Best guess.

How do we k*ll this thing?

We could try silver b*ll*ts.

Come on.

I mean, even I know that's a werewolf thing.

A lot of cultures believe that silver has mystic properties.

I've got a documented case from 1864

where the Ojibwe go hunting for the wendigo

with silver b*ll*ts.

They have documented cases?

COREEN: How cool is that, right?

Well, I guess I'll be melting down

grandma's bracelet tonight.

Also, a lot of cultures believe

that wendigo's hearts are made of ice

or turned to ice or freeze.

Some people say that's a metaphor.

But there are stories about burning wendigos

or boiling them alive or--

Wait.

That's it.

When Peter was little, he hid by the fire.

When Francine was k*lled Annie was by the fire.

It's afraid of fire.

I mean, it didn't go after Peter until after he

dropped his torch.

That's why it lives up north.

It can't stand the heat.

Well, that's great.

All we need now is a flame thrower.

Done.

I'll meet you in an hour.

I made one last year for a party.

Course you did.

You look better.

Did you have a nice dinner?

Body's in the next room, if you'd like to take a look.

Yeah.

I'll take your word for it.

Listen, Henry, we got to go back.

Into the sewer to k*ll an unkillable spirit?

Unless you have a better idea.

Not going to the sewer.

This isn't your problem, Vicki.

Henry, I have an obligation.

$100?

That's all it takes to risk your life?

Actually, it was $98.56.

Look, Henry, it k*lled Peter.

It's going to keep k*lling.

And who's gonna go out there and stop it, huh?

The police aren't gonna go near this.

Why does it have to be you?

Are things out there that people can't or won't see.

Now that I've seen them, I am not just gonna walk away?

You know how I survived 500 years?

Mega doses of vitamin C and complete danger avoidance?

Picking my battles.

Then, if I were you, I would put your coat on.

Because if Peter is right, the wendigo seeing us

means that we are firmly on the entree section of his menu.

One doesn't win an argument with--

Don't even bother.

Javier, sorry I'm late.

You're here now.

Listen, I need to ask you something right up front.

Anything.

How many people has Fitzroy k*lled?

Including this latest girl?

He's lived nearly 500 years.

He feeds every night.

I mean, how many do you think?

You said that he has a pattern.

Most of these creatures are quite predictable.

Fitzroy prefers women.

He seduces them.

Brings them into his world.

Once he gains their trust, perhaps even their love,

he consummates the relationship with the only thing

that is real to a monster like him, their blood.

Does he ever drink from them before he kills them?

Always.

But once he tastes a lover's blood, they will die.

The only question is how soon.

Javier, what you need from me?

Why me?

I need somebody he trusts.

Oh, and you think Henry trusts me?

Of course.

You know what he is and you're still alive.

Henry Fitzroy wouldn't let me anywhere near him, but you--

Not my style.

The Illuminati in Del Sol, it drains a vampire's power.

It allows me to deal with him.

Look, Javier, I've seen what Henry can do.

How's this gonna stop him?

Believe me, Detective, I've trusted

my life to this many times.

All you must do is to place it on his chest.

And that's it?

You have feelings for this Victoria Nelson.

You know he's already tasted her.

If you fail to do what I ask, she will die.

You must know that.

If I ever had any doubts about your plan, seeing that

certainly allays them.

Bring on the wendigo.

HENRY: I'd better let you lead.

I don't think I can trust my back anymore.

Henry, don't do this.

I don't judge you.

How generous.

Then, what does it matter what I've done?

My life is my business.

I drink blood or I die.

You chose to be a vampire.

I chose to give my life to be with the woman I loved.

I chose to experience hundreds of years of human history.

And every time I feed, I am choosing to live.

What is your choice, Vicki?

It's time, Delphine.

[moaning]

Thank you.

Thank you for your confession.

You made me a promise.

You said if I confessed, you'd set me free.

And I always fulfilled my promises.

In a few short hours, the sun will set you free.

You bastard.

How many have you k*lled?

I don't k*ll.

I give them salvation.

You should be grateful.

Thank you for giving me the one I've been looking for,

the one who made you.

Henry Fitzroy, I'll save him too.

Why don't you just ask me what you really want to know?

What is it that I really want to know?

About the woman in the photo, Delphine.

Not sure I want to know.

She asked me to turn her and I did.

Oh.

OK.

But you have to understand.

I have k*lled people and I will k*ll again.

It's part of who and what I am.

I was raised to be a king.

I learned the art of w*r when children

today are learning color.

I thought I had a dysfunctional childhood.

I k*lled for my country and I k*lled for honor.

When I met Christina, I became much more intimate with death.

But couldn't you control it or something?

When you turn, you don't see people anymore.

You see prey.

I spent a lot of time learning to control my impulses.

But I'm not human, Vicky.

And every once in a while, somebody is gonna die.

Oh, hey, Coreen.

Hey, Mike.

She's already left.

Did she go to the ravine?

Is Henry with her?

Yeah.

Vampires, don't leave home without them.

So you know what he is and you're OK with that?

He's amazing.

It's like if vampires are out there, anything's possible,

you know?

Sasquatches, UFOs, angels?

He hasn't sucked your blood too, has he?

I wish.

You guys are all insane.

Mike, if you're going out there, take these.

What?

b*ll*ts?

Silver b*ll*ts.

Do I look like the Lone Ranger to you?

For the wendigo?

I've been reading more about the purification

properties of silver.

It's like demon penicillin.

You know what, Coreen--

This might be the only thing that could stop it.

So just take them.

OK?

All right.

Oh, hey, how'd you know my g*n's caliber.

Glock, 9 millimeter, 9 by 19 casing, right?

I've seen you use it.

Sweet piece.

Yeah.

You're gonna be able to smell him, right?

Maybe.

Think reassuring tone.

This is your plan.

You're the one who was learning m*llitary strategy

in his diapers.

You must have some ideas.

I'm not the one who needs to be worried, Vicky.

It's not my blood it'll be able to smell.

Good work on the reassuring tone.

It's not here.

It's here.

It's here.

VICKI: Not working.

Use the electricity.

Light it up.

Get out of the water.

Do it.

You OK?

I'm fine.

You've got to be kidding me.

[g*nshots]

Mike?

How did you--

Silver b*ll*ts?

Coreen said they'd come in handy.

But what are you doing here?

I have something, for Henry.

What?

What did you do?

We meet again, Henry Fitzroy.

You.

Time to pay for your crimes.

What did you do?

Henry has k*lled too many people.

I can't let him k*ll you, Vicky.

You let him go.

A vampire's whore.

You think I haven't seen the devil's own marks on you?

Hey, hey, hey, Mendoza.

Sorry, Detective.

This wasn't part of our deal.

What are you doing to him?

If you care about this creature, then do as I say.

Give me your g*n.

Lock those gates with your handcuffs.

Mike, don't.

Now.

You bastard.

The key.

Thank you.

Henry.

Vicky, I didn't know.

Don't say a word.

[music playing]