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[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

[HISSES]

Hello there,
stranger.

I'd begun to think that
you'd forgotten all about me.

Don't you know you shouldn't
play with matches?

Oh, just living
on the edge, I guess.

What about you?

Shouldn't you be
out there

serving and protecting?

It's been a tough week.

Three homicides.

Two unsolved cases
that have us all backed up.

And I'm spending too much
time alone with Schanke.

I thought I needed a little
shelter from the storm.

Indeed?

Well, we are honored.

Now, don't you worry

your pretty little head
about a thing.

And if it's rest and
relaxation that you require,

well, I have a few...

suggestions.

Hey, wait.

[GUNSHOT]

How's everybody doing?

Just play it cool

and nobody gets hurt!

Move it! Over there!

Everybody, move it!

Move it! Come on!

There's too many mortals.

All we want...
is what you've got.

We'll wait till
they both leave.

Shut up!

[CRYING HYSTERICALLY]

Give him the ring.

Don't take my ring.

Give him
the goddamn ring!

No!

[SCREAMS, CRYING]

Put down the gun.

[HEART BEATING]

Put the gun down.

And tell your friend
to do the same.

I told you to shut up!

[SCREAMS]

WOMAN:
Help me.

[CRIES, GASPS]

Please help me.

[WHIMPERING]

I'm so cold.

[CRYING]

Please help me.

I don't want to die.

Help me!

[♪]

JANETTE:
This is not your fault, Nicholas.

[♪]

NARRATOR:
He was brought across in 1228.

Preyed on humans
for their blood.

Now, he wants
to be mortal again...

To repay society
for his sins...

To emerge from
his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[GROWLS]

COHEN:
The shooters were on probation.

History of weapons offenses
and drug abuse,

but, hey, it's not like
they killed anyone, right?

[POLICEMEN CHATTER]

This is not your fault.

I put her
in the line of fire.

And if you hadn't
gone after him,

there could have been a lot
more dead bodies on the floor.

Any of a half-dozen vampires
could have stopped them.

I prevented it.

Which was
right to do.

Revealing yourself
to so many mortals

would have had much
worse consequences.

You couldn't have
hypnotized them all, Nick.

A lot of people
aren't susceptible,

just like the shooter.

[SIGHS]

Let him brood.

It's always been his way.

[SIGHS]

He's okay, Schanke.
Knight's fine.

Thank God.

Thompson didn't have
the details.

Just that there was
a shooting.

A couple of thugs
killed a woman

and Knight's
blaming himself.

Hell, the way I see it,
he saved lives.

I just hope
Internal Affairs

is more forgiving
than he is.

Oh, right, yeah.
And pigs can fly.

Just give me a minute
with him, all right?

Hey, Nick.

Captain tells me
you did a real job here

and took those punks
down in a big way.

You know, you should--

I appreciate
the pep talk, Schank.

That doesn't
change the fact

that a woman
died here tonight.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

I've got to go.

Nick...

[♪]

[BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

What's with turning off
your phones, Knight?

We gotta roll here.

We got ourselves
a homicide.

Wagon ho, partner.
Let's move 'em out.

[DOOR BANGS]

[♪]

Hey.

Yeah. Yeah. Good call...

OFFICER:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stand back.

OFFICER 2:
Sir...

Sir...

It's your favorite
all-night bogeyman,

the Night Crawler.

Stabbed in the heart.

No witnesses,
no sign of a weapon.

I guess you could say
he crawled under

one too many skins.

Oh...

I forgot.

You were one of his biggest
fans, weren't you?

Maybe you can say a few

creepy words at the funeral?

Where's Natalie?

Natalie?

On a first-name
basis now?

What?

Where is she?
Been and gone.

I'm gonna check out
the premises.

Personally,
I think

the man got
what he deserved.

Next to him, Howard Stern
sounds like Regis Philbin.

[DOOR CLANKS CLOSED]

Janette?

Janette?

[♪]

Natalie?

Nat?

LACROIX:
Nicholas?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Mmm.

When they're
as beautiful as she,

the flesh is like
the sweetest fruit...

the blood like
the rarest wine.

The palate is tingled,

the brain intoxicated.

It is ambrosia.

There is nothing that compares.

Your first week of feeding
has gone very well.

KNIGHT:
Something isn't right.

Give yourself time.

You'll feel a little
out of sorts for a while.

No.

It's not that.
I feel fine.

The blood is not
the problem.

It's...

I don't know what it is.

But part of me
wants to run from this.

[SCOFFS]

Of course.

The last embers
of your mortal conscience

take a little time

before they flare out
completely.

It's the guilt,
Nicholas.

You haven't
quite shed

your mortality yet.

Then, this is normal.

Oh, perfectly.

To a point.

But there are dangers.

You must kill
this righteousness.

Do this now...

and you will
never question

your nature again.

But allow
your guilt to fester,

to grow and strengthen...

and there will...

be consequences.

Consequences?

Of a type you need
never experience...

so long as you
listen to me.

Do as I say.

[SLAPS LACROIX]

Wake up, Lacroix.

Wake up!

Come back!

[SOFTLY]
Come back.

[PHONE RINGING]

Nice to see you back
on the job, detective.

I hope we're not
interfering

in your personal affairs
too much.

Where have
you been?

I was about to ask you
the same question.

Lewis from IA wants to talk
to you about the shooting.

She'll be here
before you go off shift.

Any leads in
the Night Crawler case?

Morgue found metallic traces
in the wound.

Murder weapon
was definitely a knife.

Other than that,
just theory.

I'm thinking
lunatic fringe.

That's what his audience
was, for the most part.

We got ahold of the
radio station log tapes yet?

Yeah, Carpenter
at the sound lab

will let us know
if she finds anything.

Good work, Schanke,
as usual.

Thank you,
captain.

[SNAPS]

Come on, Knight.

Nat, I have
to talk to you.

Not here, Nicholas.

Call me at home.

SCHANKE:
Knight!

IA's gonna make us
squirm real good

about the last time
this happened.

The last time?

Well, yeah.
What do you expect?

Let's see what
we can find out

about this Night Crawler
clown, shall we?

All right, I think we should
start at the Raven.

Oh, you do, do you?

Well, yeah.

I know for a fact that
he used to hang out there.

And maybe Janette can cast
some light on a few things.

Janette?

Yeah.

Unless you've got
a better idea.

Not as screwy
as yours.

But, hell,
the Raven it is...

if you think
you can handle

being back there
so soon.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

LACROIX:
Tonight,

we mourn the loss
of a dear friend.

[CLOCK TICKING LOUDLY]

One moment, so full of life...

and the next...

what was...

lies shattered and broken.

Irretrievable.

Beyond reach.

Beyond hope.

[SIGHS]

And we ask ourselves,

"If there is a God...

how can this happen?"

[CLOCK CONTINUES TICKING LOUDLY]

Better to ask...

"If there is a God...

must it be sane?"

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

SCHANKE:
Didn't take 'em long to get over it, did it?

What is this,
some sort of kinky wake?

Let's work the room.

Ten minutes, Knight,
then we're out of here.

Got it?
I've got it.

[VOICES DISTORTING]

I've been looking for you.

Nicholas...

How nice of you
to drop by.

I've missed you.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Oh my, did I get
smoke in your eyes?

What on earth
is the matter, Nicholas?

Haven't you ever seen
a vintage burgundy before?

[LAUGHS, RELIEVED]

What are you doing here?

Miklos is sick tonight.

I own the joint.

Here I am.

Yeah, well, I'm--

I'm just looking
for someone, actually.

Lacroix?

It doesn't
ring a bell.

[HEART BEATING]

Where can I find Lacroix?

How long have you known me?

Years.

From the day
I opened the club.

Why are there
no vampires here?

Because...

there's no such thing
as vampires.

[EXHALES QUIETLY]

[HEART BEAT STOPS,
MUSIC RESUMES ABRUPTLY]

Oh, my goodness.

Perhaps I should have
eaten something.

Now, tell me,
Nicholas,

we wouldn't be having
some kind of relapse, would we?

We're not gonna get
word one from this crowd.

No offense, Miss Cohen,
but your clientele

could use a little bit
of upgrading.

Maybe you'd prefer it
if they all wore baseball caps

and ate chicken wings
by the barrel.

Maybe a wet T-shirt
contest would--

Knight?

What the hell
are you doing?

Let him go,
detective.

Unless you want to
push him over the edge.

[SIGHS]

[TOY SQUEAKING]

[♪]

[DOOR CLOSES]

JANETTE:
Nick?

Are you all right?

[BABY CRYING]

Oh, damn it!

I just got him settled down.

[BABY CRYING LOUDER]

[DOOR CLOSES]

So where have you
been all night?

Out.

[SCOFFS]

Fine. Don't talk
about it...

as always.

If you're hungry,

there's leftover
corned beef hash

in the fridge.
Take it or leave it.

No, thanks.

I'm sorry, but it's
the best I can do

on the salary
that you bring home.

[SIGHS]

Not to mention the two
months' rent we owe...

the bills that are
past due,

and the fact that the baby
doesn't even have

his own room in this
godforsaken place.

[♪]

Nick...

[CRYING]

We need you.

I need you.

Just talk to me.

A woman was shot tonight.

Killed.

I put her in the
line of fire.

There's going to be
an investigation.

And I don't know, I--

It might go my way,
it might not.

We'll get through it.

We did last time.

Lacroix is dead.

Our master is dead.

Oh, no.

No, no.

Not this vampire
nonsense again.

Don't do this to me.

Don't do what?!

And why's everyone

talking about
"the last time"?

All your delusions,

they're happening again.

Nick...

try to remember...

the shootings at the stakeout
two years ago...

the woman who was killed
in the line of fire.

Try to remember.

I don't know
what's happening to me.

If there is a God...

[CAMERA CLICKS]

[BLOWS]

Lacroix?

Doesn't ring a bell.

...must it be sane?

[BABY CRYING]

Nick...

Nick, don't go!

Please?

[DOOR BANGS CLOSED]

[TAPE RECORDER SQUEAKING]

LACROIX [ON TAPE]:
My word, gentle listener,

what have I said
to upset you so?

That there is madness
in the world...

fueled by hatred...

by guilt.

That we all share

in the collective sins
of our past...

and that none
will be forgiven.

Is this not so?

Is that from tonight?

[PLAYBACK STOPS]

The topic on the night
in question was guilt.

Collective sins,
or some crap like that.

[IMITATING LACROIX]
"That leads to madness,

"for there is
madness in the world,

born of guilt."

Nutcase.

We couldn't trace
the numbers,

but we may be able to get a fix
on some of the locations

by breaking down
the background sounds.

There's something on
the tail end of this one.

LACROIX:
Guilt is for the weak.

To harbor it is to deny
yourself freedom.

To be a captive,
a slave.

The strong know this.

They do what
must be done

and think nothing
of the consequences.

And so they survive...

free.

Agree or disagree?

Discuss.

[PRESSES BUTTON]

And who have we here?

MAN:
Your assassin.

[CHUCKLES]

Really?

My, my, we are
in a mood tonight.

[STOPS TAPE]

Now I can isolate
that noise

in the background.

[TAPE REWINDING]

[RESTARTS TAPE]

LACROIX:
And who have we here?

[FAINT METALLIC RINGING]
MAN: Your assassin.

It's a buoy.
[LACROIX CHUCKLING]

He lives near the lake.

LACROIX:
Really?

There's something else.

It's very faint.

CARPENTER:
I'll check it out.

[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.

Sound lab, Carpenter.

[HANGING UP]

Hate to tell you this, Nick,

but IA's waiting for you
at the precinct.

Captain Lambert
wants you there ASAP.

Time to face the music,
huh, Knight?

Your service profile

makes for some
very interesting reading.

Some might say
disturbing.

May I?

"Knight does not
work well with others.

"He's not a team player.

"Frequently operates counter
to department regulations.

Disregards orders."

Is it just me, or does this
sound like a police officer

who should maybe be
in another line of work?

I wouldn't know.

"Knight has a cavalier attitude
towards his own safety

and the safety of others."
That's not true.

What did you
become a cop for, Knight?

It couldn't have been
for the discipline.

It doesn't matter how I answer,
you'll twist it somehow, so--

Guess we can add "mistrusts his
fellow officers," to the list.

You are a loose cannon,
aren't you?

You know what I think?

I think with you,
it's a power thing.

Guys like you,
you could be cops,

you could be
hired killers.

It doesn't matter.
Mentality's the same.

Every time
you flash your badge,

every time
you pull your gun,

it's a kick,
isn't it?

Gives you that big,
tough-guy rush?

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

Is that a fact?

Well...let's just
pull back another layer

and have a look-see,
shall we?

You see, I think
what's going on here

is smoke and mirrors.

Inside, you're terrified
of being found out.

Am I right?

I mean, all this hero crap
is just a cover.

Oh, I've seen your psych report.

And, uh,
people do talk.

Your life's been threatening
to fall apart on you for years.

We both know

you've been there before.

And it's the same thing
all over again.

You're out of control, Knight.

But as long
as you can be a cop,

as long as you can
fool yourself and others

into believing that
what you're doing is good,

serving and protecting,
then, hey,

you don't have to deal
with the truth.

And the truth
is scary, isn't it?

All your deepest fears,

all the guilt,

all the pain
you've caused others?

It's boiling
just beneath the surface.

A cop gets to that point
and he makes mistakes.

[GUNSHOT]

People die.

I'm so cold.

Please help me.

LACROIX:
"The sun was shining on the sea.

"Shining with all his might.

"He did his very best

"to keep the billows smooth

"and bright.

"And this was odd,

because it was
the middle of the night."

[CLOCK TICKING IN BACKGROUND]

Is the sun shining
in the middle of your night?

Is your wonderland getting
"curiouser and curiouser,"

as young Alice would say?

Is everything that you know...

wrong?

Good.

That's exactly how it should be,
Nicholas.

Yes, I'm talking to you,
Nicholas,

from nowhere.

From everywhere.

Where the hell
have you been?

Why is everybody
asking me that?

Oh, for God's sake,
come on in here.

This dress is not
for public consumption.

[SIGHS]

Something I said?

Well, no, it's just
I wasn't expecting this.

I came to talk.
Talk?

I've been looking forward
to this all week.

Ow!
Haven't you?

Well, yeah,
of course I have.

Of course.

Oh, well, I suppose
an IA grilling

would ruin the mood
for me too.

But let's try to forget
about all that tonight.

What did you say
to your wife?

What about?
About us.

I don't think she's gonna buy
that overtime line much longer.

I know I wouldn't.

Especially when it seems
to happen every week

at the same time.

Well, I didn't, uh...

You know,

Nicholas,

you really are one umbrella
short of a cocktail sometimes.

If she finds out about us,
we're toast,

and personally, I don't want

to have to put in
for another transfer.

And you, my dear,

are on thin enough ice
as it is.

Here you are,
something to

loosen the screws.

Nat,
you know I can't.

You're off-duty,
Nicholas,

and besides,
your captain commands you.

Single malt, there really
is nothing quite like it.

Cheers,

darling,
and don't you worry

that pretty little head
of yours about a thing.

[CHOKES, COUGHS]

Aw, poor boy, did it
go down the wrong way?

[CHUCKLES]

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[SIGHS]

Well, actually...

I'm not fine.
Mmm.

Everything's wrong, Nat.
Oh.

Nothing makes any sense.

[SIGHS]

Nicholas, this IA thing

will pass, trust me.

It's not that.

I'm married to Janette.

I appear to be
having an affair with you,

and you're the captain.
Schanke...

well, he's different.
Everything's different

except the damn shooting
at the Raven, and Cohen...

Amanda...

It does not make sense.
I mean, everything is real

but how can it be real?
It--

It's--

NAT:
Oh, God. It's happening again,

isn't it?

You're not kidding.

Nat, what is
happening again?

I don't know, I can't remember.
What is happening again?

You lost it, Nicholas.

Cracked up.

And if it's
happening again,

I suggest you go

and seek help, now.

Okay, look.

Why don't you
go home, dear?

Get some sleep,

and we can talk about this
in the morning.

Okay?

[♪]

[STATIC HISSING]

"The time has come,"

the Walrus said,

"to speak of many things.

"Of shoes

"and ships and sealing wax,

"and cabbages and kings,

"and why the sea

"is boiling hot,

and whether pigs have wings."

[CHUCKLES]

It's all nonsense,

isn't it, poor Nicholas?

Yes.

All this guilt.

That nice Miss Lewis
from Internal Affairs

nearly had it right.

I warned you, didn't I?

Do you know the rest
of the tale

of the Walrus and the Carpenter,
by any chance?

How they feasted on their
unwitting little Oyster pals?

Mmm, so delicious,

and guilt-free.

They hardly gave
their treachery

a second thought,
really.

They were hungry,

they ate, end of story.

But our story still
has to be played out.

I don't like being dead.

It's...

quite annoying,
actually.

But I will have
my revenge.

My killer will pay.

And you will lead me to him.

Won't you?

Why are you doing this?

What's happening to me?

Where are you?

Lacroix, I need your help!

[BABY CRIES]

Come back!

[DOOR OPENS]

[BABY CRYING]

What are you yelling for?

Again you woke
the baby.

Where've you been?
I called the precinct.

They said you'd left hours ago.
I was out.

Out. Oh, out! It's wearing
a bit thin, isn't it, Nick?

I can't deal with this--

Don't you dare walk out on me

twice in one night!

I have to!

I have to work this through
before I really do lose my mind.

[BABY CRYING]

Here, listen.

LACROIX:
And who have we here?

MAN:
Your assassin.

LACROIX:
Really?

[PLAYBACK STOPS]

CARPENTER:
I ran it through an audio co-comparitor.

The database says
stadium crowd noise.

So he lives near the Skydome
or the warehouse district.

That's your neck of the woods.
[TAPE WINDING]

Play it again.

I'm still hearing
something else in there.

[PLAYBACK RESUMES]

LACROIX:
And who have we here?

[METALLIC CLANGING]

MAN:
Your assassin.

[FAINT SQUEALING]

LACROIX:
Really? My, my...

I don't hear anything.

LACROIX:
...tonight.

We're just spinning our wheels.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

Cap--

Uh, Amanda?

Spare a minute?

Of course, Nicholas.

Thanks, guys.

What's your poison?

Not for me.

In that case,
what's on your mind?

That's a good question.

Could you tell me
about the last time?

You mean your breakdown?

Yeah.

What was I like
back then?

I mean,
how did I behave?

Be honest.

You don't remember?

You were quite
a piece of work.

I've seen my share of people
on the edge in here,

but you...

[WHISTLES]

Mad as a hatter.

Delusional?

Not unless you really
were a vampire.

I claimed
I was a vampire?

It wasn't
a claim, really.

You believed it.

Told me in some detail,
I'd rather forget,

what it was like.

Drinking human blood,

this Lacroix, whoever he was,
and your history together.

It was fascinating stuff,
Nicholas,

but after a while
it wasn't funny anymore.

You were getting
a little creepy,

if you know what I mean.

How do I seem
to you now?

A little stressed.

Nicholas,

it's not happening again,
is it?

Frankly, I don't know.

Look...

if there's anything I can do,
just call.

I'll help you
in any way I can.

I know therapy's expensive.

[PEOPLE WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

Lewis has filed
her decision.

Put your gun
and your badge on my desk.

You're suspended
without pay.

I'm sorry, Nicholas.

But I think this may be
the best thing for you.

IA and I both agree that
you really do need some help.

[♪]

Just went to sleep.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING
BRAHMS' LULLABY]

I'm sorry
about before.

I've been suspended.

Hmm.

Your performance
not satisfying the captain?

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

What happened to you, Nick?

What happened to your vitality

and your humanity?

Your life?

Somewhere you lost faith in us.

You stopped dealing
with what your life had become.

With what you had become.

Lonely and unhappy.

And incapable of love.

So you turned away from us.

From yourself.

It's not the shootings

that are driving
you crazy, Nick.

It's the guilt of losing
your humanity.

[BELLS JINGLING]

[COOING]

For God's sake,
start dealing with it...

before it completely
destroys you.

[♪]

[METALLIC SCRAPING]

LACROIX:
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.

[GRUNTS]

His vorpal blade

went snicker-snack.

Time to kill Papa.

LACROIX [OVER TV]:
As I said, Nicholas,

now that have you led
me to the killer,

I will have my revenge.

LACROIX:
My, my...

we are in a mood tonight.

COHEN:
I'll help you in any way I can.

I know therapy's expensive.

JANETTE:
It's wearing a bit thin, isn't it, Nick?

Don't you dare walk out on me
twice in one night!

KNIGHT:
I have to!

LAMBERT:
Cheers,

darling, and don't worry

that pretty little head
of yours.

LEWIS:
You're out of control, Knight.

And the truth is scary,
isn't it?

MAN:
Your assassin.

Time to face the music,
huh, Knight?

[GUNSHOT]

LACROIX:
Beware the Jabberwock,

my son.

The jaws that bite,

the claws that catch.

[CLICKS]

Nicholas?

Come to slay the Jabberwock?

One, two! One, two!

And through and through

his vorpal blade

went snicker-snack.

Time to kill Papa.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANING]

And hast thou slain
the Jabberwock?

Happy, Nicholas?

Absolved?

[ECHOING]
Free?

[SIGHS]

KNIGHT:
Janette!

[GLASS BREAKING]

[♪]

"Come to my arms,
my beamish boy.

"O frabjous day!

Callooh! Callay!"
he chortled in his joy.

You know what's going on.

You've been
expecting this.

Yes.

Where are we...

really?

Here.

This is all quite real.

But I didn't kill you.

I couldn't have,
not with a knife.

Of course not.

[GRUNTS]

I warned you about this,
many years ago.

Of what would happen

if you insisted on
allowing your guilt

to fester.

We do not have the capacity
to contain it.

When we become vampires,

we lose that particular
mortal gift.

To us, then,
guilt is a disease

that we cannot control.

It takes on a life of its own,
so to speak.

This life.

This strange little world
you've been living in.

It's all your guilt,

incarnate.

But--

Confused?

I shouldn't wonder.

Examine the facts.

You're married to Janette,

having a torrid affair with
your medical-examiner friend,

being bossed around by Schanke

and confessing all
to your captain.

Everything I've denied them.

Everything you feel
guilty about and more.

Eight centuries rising

to haunt you.

So unnecessary.

If only you'd listened to me.

But I'm not like you,
Lacroix.

I can't dismiss the pain
I've caused others.

You must!

Going through this state
has only pushed the guilt back.

It will surface again,
with more ferocity,

if you do not release it.

I can't.

Then I'll do it for you.

This is hurting me

far more than
it's hurting you.

[GRUNTING]

[MOANING]

What is the greatest guilt

that you carry, Nicholas?

Your hatred of what you are,

and the fact

that you're still alive.

[SNARLING]

[BANGING AT DOOR]

What's with turning off
your phone, Nick?

We've been trying
to reach you all night.

IA's report is coming down.

Captain wants to see you
in the precinct as soon as--

You okay?

It all depends.

On what?

On what the captain's name is.

The captain's name?

Have you fallen on
your head or something?

Just humor me, Schanke.

What's her name?

Cohen.

Got any more
brilliant questions?

No. No, let's go.

It's time to face
the music.

Yeah.

I take it
the recommendation

from Internal Affairs
came in.

I'll get straight
to the point.

"It is our determination
that Detective Knight

"acted in a manner consistent
with department guidelines

"with respect
to the public safety,

"and therefore should be

exonerated of any wrongdoing
in this matter."

Yes.

I want you to forget
this ever happened.

There's no need whatsoever to
feel guilty about the shooting.

You did everything
you could, Nick.

I'll try, captain.

But how do you get
rid of guilt?

I guess you just have to
find ways to deal with it.

Easier said than done,
Nick.

Come on, partner,
let's celebrate.

I can't,
I'm on duty.

So at least walk me
to the coffee machine?

What's this,
Lewis?

This just came in.

It's a homicide...

at a radio station.

[♪]

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