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Remember, Lisa, the Manly ferry
takes no prisoners.

You told me, like,
a hundred times already.

Even the wake could flip us.

Stop kayak-splaining, will you?

What the hell is he doing?

He can see us, right?

Oi!

Hey!

Oi! Stop!

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Stop!
- Hey!

Oi!

Moron!

We should call the cops.

Totally. Once we open it.

- Are you kidding me?
- Why, are you scared?

Of course I am.

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It's a new take on "buried at sea".

Meet Petty Officer Third Class
Ezra Stokes,

23 in May.

I take it he wasn't
meant to be in there?

That's a negative.

On Cinderella liberty
from the USS Neimeyer.

Due back on board

at the stroke of midnight last night.

My guess is he's
only been dead a few hours.

There's no rigor mortis, no lividity.

He's lost a lot of blood,
maybe even exsanguinated.

Less Latin, mate.
For the primary school kids.

Ah, of course, I'm sorry.

Drained of blood,

perhaps even in toto,

meus amicus.

Now, given his age and size,

I'd say he's lost up to
five liters of premium blood,

AB negative, according to his dog tags.

How does someone even do that?

Oh, I'm so glad you asked.

Hmm?

Eugh.

Please tell me they're needle marks.

Teeth.

Canine, specifically.

So we're thinking wild dog, maybe?

Nah. Smaller jaw.

One bite, very precise.

Come again?

I'm just saying

that if it looks like a vampire

and it sucks like a vampire...

Come on, Doc,

there's no vampires in Sydney.

Yeah, not in Sydney.
Real estate's too exy.

Yeah. Melbourne.
Lots of vampires in Melbourne.

Yeah.

Y'all know there's no such thing

as vampires, period.

Ooh!

I think D's a little spooked.

Please, I was born south
of the 105, east of the 110.

It's vampires who should be
afraid of DeShawn Jackson.

So why are you suddenly
talking in third person?

You're shaking in your sneakers.

I'm not... I'm not scared.

- Constable Cooper.
- Uh...

Thanks for calling me back.

- This was in the vic's pocket.
- Yeah, great.

Oh.

- It's from the Hell Hole.
- Which is...?

It's like the Hard Rock Cafe
of Goth clubs.

In Berlin, Santiago
and Sydney, apparently.

You got all that from a drinks coaster?

I'm a cop. You should try it sometime.

Spoke to the coffin makers.

This one's a custom job.

And get this,

they made 25 for
a private client last year.

Who the hell needs 25 coffins?

Let's find out. You can be Xander.

I'll be Buffy.

Uh, I got it.

This is a young sailor
with a family, okay?

There's no way I'm telling Mom and Dad

Dracula did it, all right?

Let's go.

- Here.
- You play too much.

Always saying that I'm scared.

- I ain't scared.
- Yeah, right.

Bring your garlic and wooden stake?

Just remember,

it's the skeptics that get got first.

Can I help you?

We're looking for Dawn Lazar.

Whom should I say is calling?

- NCIS Sydney.
- AFP.

Two for the price of one.

Wow, the Draculas live here

while I'm living in a mate's garage.

Starting to question my life choices.

Sucks to be you.

- 'Fangs' very much.
- Nice!

Bine ai venit.

Welcome.

All right, people,

turning around for
the hero shot of the vodka.

- This is frame 28...
- Thank you, Atticus, darling.

Extra Tabasco.

What would I do without you?

Forgive me.

Big night.

Bloody Mary, Sergeant?

Or perhaps a virgin?

They're almost as good and you
can have as many as you like.

So the coffin...

..was one of several
you ordered, apparently.

One can never have
too many coffins, am I right?

We use them for merchandising.

We fill them with ice and vodka bottles

at our promotional events.

You should come to our big party
on the full moon.

It's tonight.

You definitely should.

Yeah, when did you s-say that was again?

The full moon. Tonight, remember?

What's the celebration?

A big partnership deal

that my son Nicholai
has been working on.

Kiss of Death is going global.

Do you recognize this man?

Cute.

But no. Why?

He's dead.

Found in one of your coffins,
drained of blood.

That's terrible!

- When?
- Last night.

Our dead guy also
has fang marks on his neck

and you have, well, very sharp teeth.

One should never judge a book
by its cover, Sergeant.

Sure, but you can see how
one might on this occasion.

If you're asking if I killed
this young man

and put him in one of
my coffins, I did not.

Self-promotion is one thing,
but that's taking it too far.

So you're telling me
that this is all for show?

Playing Queen of the Vampires
sells vodka, Agent Mackey.

I'm allergic to garlic,

but that's about as close
as I come to being a vampire.

But can we confirm
that you're missing a coffin?

Uh, possibly.

You'll need to talk to Nicholai,
our brand manager.

He's around here somewhere.

Get Atticus to find my son

and have him meet us in the piano room.

That is some serious girl power.

Mm, I can see who wears
the capes in the Lazar family.

We follow an ancient matrilineal
succession system.

Okay, so this is you.

- Who's this?
- That's my daughter, Celeste.

- Is she next in line?
- Supposed to be.

Bit of a black sheep.

- Ah, here's Nicholai now.
- Nicholai Lazar.

- How can I help?
- Jim Dempsey, AFP.

This is Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

One of your coffins

washed up in the harbor this morning.

So they send in the Marines?

You have an event
at the Hell Hole last night?

Yeah, it was Mum's birthday,

but it also doubled as a soft
launch for our new vodka label.

Nicholai never misses
a marketing opportunity.

He's a genius, really.

Dusted off a 500-year-old
legacy business

and turned it into the hottest
liquor brand on the market.

It took me every one of those
500 years to convince you.

What exactly is this about?

This guy.

You recognize him?

Uh, maybe?

I'm not sure.

A bunch of sailors
crashed our party last night.

Nice guys, but they
couldn't hold their vodka.

What happened to him?

He was drained of all of his blood

and ended up in one of your coffins.

That's... That's horrendous.

Who'd do something like that?

They think I did, darling.

No, seriously, what happened?

We're still working on that.

Well...

I'm really sorry. Do you mind?
I've got to take this.

Please, if there's anything
I can help with, just call.

Excuse me.

Nicholai Lazar.

Ah!

Thanks for your time.

Remind me why we aren't taking
our resident vamp in

for further questioning.

Somehow I doubt she's gonna
give us anything more

than she already has.

But this might.

She threw it out, I picked it up.

Oh, that's that cop thing
you're talking about, yeah?

Stokes's shipmates confirm
they were with him last night

at the Hell Hole.

Said they left him at the club
just before midnight.

What happened to "leave no man behind"?

Well, claimed they didn't
want to miss curfew,

but Stokes wanted to kick on.

Couldn't pry him away.

CO confirms their story.

Do they have any candids?

Some shaky phone videos.

I sent them to Blue for cleanup.

Why do grown men still play these?

What's that?

Oh.

Gaming improves cognitive function,

hand-eye coordination...

Reduces your chances of dating.

Makes you more likely
to live with your mum.

Pluses and minuses.

Okay.

Hm.

Looks like Stokes might have
had a thing for vampires.

Mm. Ooh.

Looks like someone
had a thing for Stokes.

"Dearest Ezra,

"I feel in my heart
a wicked, burning desire

"that you would kiss me
with those red lips.

"Love, Dhampirica."

Who's Dhampirica?

Dhampir,

or Dhampirica for the ladies,

originates from Albanian folklore.

Part human, part vampire.

So someone Stokes knows
calling herself Dhampirica

shares his obsession with vampires.

And he shows up in a coffin
with bite marks on his neck.

Is it just me or is someone
having a lend of us?

Well, vampires do exist.

What?

Not the cape-wearing, shape-shifting,

sun-hating kind, no.

What other kind is there?

You know, just like regular Josephines.

People that drink human blood
on a semi-regular basis.

There's all this research
in here if you want to read it.

Vampires typically can be put
into two categories,

contact feeders drink blood
directly from the donor

whereas non-contact feeders

drink blood from a cup or a bowl,

like you would a protein shake.

- Way to ruin smoothies forever.
- Wait, wait.

Why would anyone
want to drink blood, period?

"They believe
they imbibe the host's spirit,

"consume their life force
in order to be immortal."

Oh, that's cold!

Oh, D,

you are so getting your spirit imbibed.

- Why?
- Vampires prefer virgin blood.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

- What was that?
- No.

What? You just got an alert.

- No, I didn't.
- Show me, Blue, come on.

- What is it?
- It's okay, Blue.

Oh.

Count Mackula, huh?

Haven't heard that in a long time.

Uh, that's, um... That's nice lipstick.

Is that an upside-down cross
necklace you got going on?

I'm assuming you put Blue up to this.

I was just doing that police
work you were talking about.

You know? You seemed like the
resident Goth expert back there.

And I thought I'd follow up on my hunch

about your predilection.

- Uh, no.
- No, wrong word? Uh...

- Hobby.
- Hobby.

Uh, pastime.

- Pastime as well.
- Yeah.

Fine, I was a Goth in my younger years.

Now you know.

I'm gonna look into the Lazars.

Finances, history, the works.

Yeah, and I'm gonna, uh,

look at the footage from the Hell Hole.

Uh, while I...

..hunt down Dhampirica, you know?

See how she plays into all of... this.

- Just a bit of fun, yeah?
- Yeah, of course.

Bit of fun.

We're good, right?

Why wouldn't we be?

Cool.

Okay.

Okay.

The boss seemed totally fine about it.

- She's such a good sport.
- Hmm.

- He's toast.
- Dead man walking.

Huh?

Now, salt water ruined any chance

of a DNA match from Dawn's straw
to the traces of human saliva

that were on Stokes's neck, but...

..that's not the end of the story.

As luck would have it,
I managed to get onto

Dawn's fang-smith.

- Her what-smith?
- Fang-smith!

It's like a dentist for vampires.

They make cosmetic dental prosthetics,

you know, like, um...

Yeah, fangs, I'm catching on.

Now, to create customized fangs,

they need to take dental impressions.

Which is how you got
a mold of Dawn's chompers.

- Nice work, Doc.
- Thank you.

Now, observe, if you will.

Hey?

I think the old girl

had a bit of a nibble after all.

So Dawn's the killer?

No, no, hold your horses.

I said, uh, "nibble".

The fangs never touched
the carotid artery.

At the most, Dawn would have got
about 100 mils,

but this bloke lost
all five liters of blood.

Either way, Dawn lied
about being with Stokes.

That's good enough for me.

NCIS!

NCIS!

We have a warrant.

That's not creepy at all.

We're two consenting adults,

supposedly in the privacy
of our own home.

And we're two cops
with a search warrant.

Petty Officer Ezra Stokes.

You recognize him now?

He was at my birthday party
at the Hell Hole.

We know. What happened next?

The party came back to the house.

Ezra came back too. Things heated up.

We ended up in my bedroom.
One thing led to another.

- Meaning?
- We became intimate.

And what does that mean
for someone like you?

It means I drank some of his blood.

He wanted me to, by the way.
Full consent.

Did he consent to you
taking every last drop?

I wouldn't have taken
more than a shot glass.

We had a little cuddle,

then just after 1am,

I assumed he left
to go back to his boat.

Except he ended up
in one of your coffins

bled dry.

And why would I do something like that?

Blood is nature's foremost
renewable resource,

but only if the donor's heart
is still beating.

You okay?

Does that hurt?

In a good way.

Depends who's doing the biting, right?

You're wrong about us, you know that?

- About Dawn.
- How's that?

You think she preys on people.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

You lied

about being with Stokes.

And what would you have done if I said,

"Yes, I drank this boy's blood
the night he died"?

You would have assumed
that I killed him.

- Can you blame us?
- Sadly, no.

People don't react well
to things they don't understand.

Do you want to be immortal?

Is that it?

Do you believe drinking blood does that?

I believe I have nothing to lose.

Dawn brought me into her family.

Gave me a home.

When did you and Dawn get together?

A uni formal.

You took a woman 20 years
your senior as your date.

Go, you!

I was there with Celeste,

Dawn's daughter.

Dawn was there as a chaperone.

Oh, that must have impressed Celeste.

I guess not. We don't speak.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Still, you're living the dream.

Free rent, beautiful older woman.

You get to drive the Rolls?

Sometimes.

You're killin' it, mate.

And all you have to do is,
what, be the butler?

I'm Dawn's manservant.

Old school.

So you just take care of
the house, then, yeah?

It's a bit more complicated than that.

Sure, but, um, you would have known

what went down last night, then.

It's okay. We pretty much got
the gist of what happened.

You all came back here,
Stokes tagged along,

partied up a bit.

What time did he leave?

I'm not sure.

Late.

How did he leave?

Went down to the street.

Guess he got a ride from there.

You definitely saw him leave, right?

'Cause that's part of your role,

to make sure you know who's
on the property at any point.

I do whatever Dawn needs.

Including this.

Especially this.

From subletting to bloodletting.

Huh, I'm impressed.

But you must have been jealous,

seeing another man go to bed with Dawn.

Hardly.

Ezra was top shelf.

I can't compete with that.

Top shelf?

He was AB negative.

Only 1% of the population
has that blood type.

It's like drinking
an '86 Château Lafite.

Whereas I'm O-positive swill,

like most of the population.

Oh, don't be hard on yourself, mate.

Nothing wrong with a little cask wine.

That's because you've never had Lafite.

Perhaps at the party tonight, Sergeant.

Ah, the point of exsanguination.

A mysticus umbilicus.

Once the physical
and emotional attachment

between mother and child,

now just a humble belly button.

Yeah, or what's left of it.

Yeah, I found a needle puncture
in the celiac artery.

So someone extracted
five liters of blood

from a belly button?

Mm, well, they could have used

surgical suction equipment,

possibly a suspension system,
the full bloodletting kit.

None of which we found at Dawn's house.

What's cooking, Blue?

Stokes's pureed liver
in the chromatograph.

Best way to do tox
when there's no blood.

But that is not why
I called you down here.

Appreciate that.

I've been going through
Stokes's console,

specifically Fang Slayer Reckoning.

- What did you find?
- Where to begin?

I mean, as far as open-world RPGs go,

it leaves a lot to be desired.

Glitchy game play, non-reactive NPCs

and a UI that handles
like it's from the early '90s.

I think she meant the case.

Yeah, sorry, of course.

Um, well, according to
Stokes's gaming console history,

Fang Slayer Reckoning
is his most played game.

And his most played online friend is...

Dhampirica.

She back again?

Dhampirica, the same person
who signed the inscription

in Stokes's copy of Dracula.

Oh. Well, they've been playing
together for two years.

She kicked his butt too.

Can you find out Dhampirica's real name?

Um, ID, no, but...

..IP...

Oh, hello. Dhampirica is in Sydney.

And she's online right now.

Where?

She still online, Blue?

They should be right in front of you.

Dhampirica?

And you are?

- NCIS.
- Evie Cooper, AFP.

Celeste Lazar.

Any relation to Dawn Lazar?

Yes, she's my mother.

Why?

So when did you and Ezra first meet?

A few years ago.

Where?

Nicholai and I were opening
a vodka distillery

in Sendai, Japan.

Ezra was stationed there.

And you've been dating ever since?

Long-distance sucks, huh?

It makes sense why
you've been online gaming

for the past two years, then.

We know Ezra made port
in Sydney two nights ago.

You take him to meet the fam?

No.

How come?

It's too soon.

Well, he's been your boyfriend
the past two years.

What are you waiting for?

Well, you've met my family.

They're pretty full-on.

I didn't want to scare him.

And yet...

..there he is.

At the Hell Hole.

We know you were there with your brother

and your mother.

And your lover.

Some party, huh?

And at the end of the night,

Ezra wound up in bed with your mother.

What's that about?

You're next in line
for the throne, right,

Queen Celeste?

So?

So do you drink blood too?

From time to time.

- Part of family tradition.
- Like a birthright?

Is that why you groomed Ezra
for your mum to feed off?

I wasn't grooming Ezra.

You sure about that?

Looks a hell of a lot like
Ezra was fresh meat.

Like Atticus before him.

Did you and your mom
kill Ezra Stokes, Celeste?

Are you kidding me?

Ezra and I were together for two years.

We were in love.

Really?

Then why'd you serve him up
on a platter?

I didn't.

Ezra was pulled into Mum's orbit.

She's a force of nature.

Tell me you didn't feel her power.

If she summoned you,

you wouldn't be able to resist.

And you know it.

What's Celeste got to say for herself?

Turns out she's a vampire too.

Whose job, it looks like,

is to pimp blood donors for Mom.

Ah, keep it in the family.

Well, not quite,
because then she meets Stokes,

and he's got some
super-tasty, super-rare blood

perfect for Mom...

Except Celeste falls in love

and decides not to share after all.

Ah, trouble in paradise.

That's not how Mom rolls.

She's the matriarch, after all,

so she just keeps him
for herself anyway.

Which makes version A pretty simple.

Dawn claims Stokes,

prompting Celeste to kill him
in a jealous rage.

Still, I can't see myself
trying to sell that to a judge.

Anyone want to pitch version B?

Maybe Mom parties with Stokes,

things go too far
and she drinks him to death

in a night of debauchery gone wrong.

Or version C.

Aren't you supposed to be invited in?

And yet here I am.

Version C?

Evie, psst.

They don't have reflections.

Celeste, please, we are what we are.

It's not a legacy to be born a Lazar.

It's a curse.

This is gonna be fun.

Mr. Stokes's chromatographic
analysis results just came back.

Whew!

Like so many,

Ezra was fascinated by our lifestyle.

The allure of the occult
is a powerful thing.

Being in the military,

his world was all rules, regulations.

He wanted to experience
a world beyond all that.

He begged Celeste to
invite him in, but she refused.

Why?

I suppose she didn't want to risk

showing him that side of herself.

So you took it upon yourself
to show him anyway.

One can't fight one's nature, Sergeant.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

It's just... this is where it happened.

- You scared?
- No.

But ladies first.

After you, then.

Our bloodletting room.

This is where you took Ezra?

It's where we draw blood from our...

Victims.

Our donors.

You have a blood register?

Our records go back hundreds of years.

We keep track of how much people give,

blood type, tasting notes, the usual.

Tasting notes?

And of course it acts as a cellar.

So talk us through what happened.

I'd already tasted
Ezra's blood upstairs.

It was... magnificent.

I hooked Ezra up to the blood pump.

I was tired, a little tipsy. So was he.

We both passed out and...

..when I woke, he was dead.

It was an accident.

The machine had bled him dry.

Actually, you bled him dry.

The machine just did
what you programmed it to do.

What did you do with the blood, then?

Well, I drank it, of course.

Yeah, of course you did.

Waste not, want not, right?

It's not that.

I needed it.

Mm, so you can live forever.
Yeah, we get it.

It's more about making the most
of what I have left.

I have breast cancer.

What happened next?

I put Ezra in the coffin,
dragged it down here,

let it go on the run-out tide.

Into the harbor?

How far did you hope it would get?

I don't know.

I just assumed
it would fill up with water,

sink to the bottom,
never to be seen again.

I panicked. What can I say?

Long way to drag a heavy coffin.

Manage that all by yourself?

We do what we have to
in this life, Sergeant.

Excuse me.

- What is it, Rosie?
- It's Stokes's liver tests.

Showing...?

Showing a healthy young liver
awash with flunitrazepam.

Okay, and that's important because...

Flunitrazepam

is better known as roofies.

So Stokes was drugged?

Not just Stokes.

Blue then went back
and tested the saliva

from Dawn's straw,

and it also tested positive

for flunitrazepam.

So tell me this,

why did you strip Ezra naked

before you put him out to sea
in the coffin?

In our tradition, it's important

to send a body into the next life

in the same manner that
it came into this one.

Hm. Thanks, Rosie.

- She's lying.
- Mm-hm.

Through her very sharp teeth.

You drink blood, right?

When did you have your first drink?

I was 10.

You woke up one morning in 5th grade

and just chose blood over OJ?

It's lore.

There was a ceremony.

Did you like the taste?

No, but I came to need it.

Now it settles me.

But Nicholai doesn't drink.

Only the women do.

Who are you covering for, Dawn?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Please, you barely know
what you're talking about.

We found Ezra dead and fully clothed.

You told us he was naked.

You obviously didn't kill him

and you're trying to cover
for whoever did.

I went over the blood register,

called the most recent donors.

All AB negative. Super rare.

All sourced by you, as it turns out.

- So?
- So we were right.

You were procuring men for Dawn.

We found traces of flunitrazepam

in your saliva.

Stokes's liver was awash with it too.

And when it comes to roofies,

it's usually the victim,
rarely the perp,

but never both.

You wanna know what I think?

I think someone spiked both your drinks

so that when you and Stokes
got down to bloodletting,

you both passed out,

leaving you unable
to turn off the machine.

Then he just bled out.

The only question is, who?

I might be able to answer that.

Found it in Celeste's bedside table.

After Mum's cancer metastasized,
her meds stopped working.

I had to do something.

And you believed AB negative
blood would somehow help.

Mum believes it.

That's all that counts.

Being a vampire
is all about living forever.

Stage 4 breast cancer's the opposite.

So I scoured the world for it,
as much as I could find.

But then you met Ezra
and you fell in love.

You didn't want to share.

Selfish, right?

I think I'd know how I'd feel

if every time I met someone special

my mum snatched him away from me.

Reckon I'd be pretty vengeful too.

Take a look.

Ezra visited me several times
over the last two years.

Every time, I kept him a secret.

Why?

Because I loved him.

I was trying to protect him
from my family.

Then why invite him to party
at the Hell Hole?

I didn't.

He just turned up.

Well, someone invited him.

Hello, party people!

Give it up for Nicholai Lazar!

Good evening, goblins and ghouls.

And those of us
that fit somewhere in between.

500 years ago in the castles

and on the battlefields of Transylvania,

a legend was forged in blood...

- Whoo!
- ..a vampire family

who were kingmakers, courtiers

and fierce protectors

of the secrets of the original Dracula.

It is my honor to continue
this legacy and announce...

Well, it's my honor and birthright...

Mmm.

..to announce

the dawn of a new age here in Sydney.

Along with our new international
distribution partner,

we also crown a new vampire queen.

And it's that enduring female spirit

that we're really
celebrating here tonight.

And so, to my mother before me

and all the warrior women
of the Lazar line...

..I vow to continue your legacy.

Here's to 500 years of Lazar women,

and here's to 500 more.

- Noroc!
- Noroc!

What the hell is going on?

You're not calling the shots.

Mum's still alive, remember?

Yeah, and she's been arrested
for Ezra's murder.

- What?!
- She's abdicated.

- She didn't kill him.
- Yes, she did. She confessed.

What, and the cops believed her?

Well, they had evidence.

They found roofies in her room.

That's not true.
The roofies were in your room.

Party's over, Drac.

Anyone got eyes?

Got him.

NCIS! Stop!

Target heading east.

Come on.

Stay down! Stay down.

You're arresting me?

No, no, no, no, no. My sister,
my mum, they're the freaks.

They're the bloodsuckers.

Yeah? Well, they didn't murder anyone.

Atticus?

Why?

Boy, did you pick the wrong vampire.

This is some straight-up Houdini jam.

Motorized locking system

with state-of-the-art proximity sensors.

Not to mention the DESFire
integrated circuit swipe card.

Which Dawn does not have.

Not getting in without one.

Then how the hell did she get in?

- With a swipe card.
- But she doesn't have one.

- Nope.
- Exactly.

Right.

Blue, are we on the same page?

Definitely.

Just to be clear, though,
we're talking about the fact

that I let Dawn in, right?

What do you mean, you let her in?

Dawn said that she wanted to confess.

I thought that was a good thing.

You guys gotta see this.

Okay, so,

turns out Draculas aren't that different

from the rest of us.

Nicholai tried framing his sister

so that he could take over
the family company.

Couple of hundred million
would do that to a bloke.

If you say so, boss.

Hey?

What's up?

You never call me 'boss', DeShawn.

- Evie.
- What?

- What's going on?
- Oh, nothing, boss.

Okay.

Give me a look.

Yes, boss.

Okay.

Yeah, all right.

Oh, it is very far
from all right, brother.

That was for my mum's friend's
salon, okay?

It was a favor.

Indefensible, that's what it is.

Where the hell did you even find this?

With a lot of unauthorized
company time and resources.

Yeah, clearly.

All right, we're even now.

You happy?

Oh, no, partner,

I am just getting started.