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♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah

Oh, careful.

You was almost about
to have to buy me dinner.

There we go.

Um, how long have
you been with the FBI?

Three whole months.

In case y'all didn't notice,
I'm Black.

So all this harsh light
y'all got me under,

it's gonna be a problem.

Y'all got a diffuser or
something you can put on this?

If not, you can dial down
the key light

and bring it
a little closer.

'Cause it's either that
or I'm gonna have to wipe

some Vaseline
on the lens.

Wow, you really know
your stuff.

I used to be a high school
guidance counselor.

So I had my share
of substitute teaching

the media arts department.

How about I just help
y'all out?

Uh, actually, that's not kosher
with the union...

So, you're a rookie?

Probationary agent.

But even though
I'm relatively new to it,

I've seen some crazy things.

Like the Laughlin
investigation?

Yeah.

That one shook me.

Good morning.

Good to see you again.
Thanks for doing this.

You ready to just
jump right in?

Let's do it.

Tell me about the day you found
the body in the hills.

It was the morning I started
filming my reality show--

Wait.
You have a reality show?

Oh, when you got a money-maker
like this

and a life like mine,

it demands documentation.

I'm shooting
the pilot episode myself.

Wow.
And what's it called?

7-Adam-9,
Nichols Canyon,

report of a mudslide
blocking the road.

There was a heavy rain
last night.

So, like, almost an inch.

When water falls
from the sky here,

the city of angels becomes
a city of demons.

But not today.

Not on "Smitty's Streets."

Holy

The name of the victim
was Dante Smith.

He was a missing persons.

Disappeared about eight months
before his body was found.

But the mystery was, I mean,
he'd only been dead

for less than 24 hours.

We didn't know where he'd been
for all that time.

What did you know about him?

The poor boy came to L.A.
with a dollar and a dream,

hoping to become an actor.

But
let's just say,

he wasn't very realistic
about his talents.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey.
And I--

What?
That's mean.
You don't have to say that.

What?
You know he w--
h-he wasn't that good.

Simone, he's dead.

Listen, I am sorry
that the boy is dead,

but he had no business
trying to act.

That's the bottom line. Mnh.

Dante Smith, reading
for the role of Bartender.

Hey, here's your rum and Coke.

You always order dad drinks?

Uh, the Bartender instantly
regrets saying that.

Hope she didn't hear him.

♪ Yo, yo

♪ Make some noise,
repeat after me ♪

♪ To be or not to be, my G

♪ That's the question

52% of men

suffer from some form
of erectile dysfunction.

He had two puncture wounds
on his neck.

He died from exs--
He--

Um...

Oh, man,
I can't say that word.

Exsanguination.

It means the victim died
of blood loss.

And how did you
determine that?

Well, blood coagulates
after death, you see,

and you usually you see livor
mortis within a few hours--

it presents itself
like bruising,

mostly in
the lower extremities.

But in this case,
there was none.

Which means whoever killed him
drained the body of blood.

That's right.

The murderer was a vampire.

I knew I had to bring
the Feds in.

They have an agent
who's an expert in the field.

Before I joined the FBI,
I-I played, uh,

vampire detective
Stoker Ramsey

for six years
on "Vampire Cop."

Oh, damn, Stoker.
You look deader than our victim.

Ugh. Don't remind me.

What do we got?

Name's Lars Cross. He's a coder
for a tech startup--

a ride share app
that went public last week.

Looks like their IPO wasn't
the only thing making a killing.

I got coffins
bigger than this.

What's a successful coder doing
living in a place like this?

Let's see if your blood memory
will help us find out.

Ready?

Yeah.

Stoker?

What did you see?

Killer came for his phone.

Let's get a warrant
for his cell records.

But that doesn't
make me an "expert."

What did I tell you
about dimming your shine?

Stop it.
Okay, l-let me just say this.

My boy here
was a method actor...
Mm-hmm.

...so he learned everything

there is to know
about bloodsuckers.

Read every book, uh,
went to Transylvania--

Tell them, B.

He even got nominated
for two People's Choice Awards,

and remember when you won
that MTV Award for Best Kiss?

Yeah. I-I-I do.

Uh, so, yeah, I-I know a lot
about vampiric lore.

Um... happy? Okay.

So, uh,
when Officer Smitty called me,

I-I took it straight
to our boss.

Tell me about
the Special Investigative Unit?

It's a pilot program
of my design.

I hand-picked this squad
in order to create

a fast-moving,
problem-solving unit.

And one of the perks
is I choose my own cases,

and this one was right
up our alley.

And why was that?

Well, the body was found
in a section of the canyon

that is federal land,
and that's our jurisdiction.

Plus, it was also not
your run-of-the-mill homicide,

so it needed serious
outside-the-box thinkers
in order to solve it.

Are your cellphones
off just in case?

Y-- Uh, yeah. We're good.
We're good to go.

Okay, great.
Then let's go.
Mm-hmm.

What were your first impressions
of the victim?

Uh, well, the victim
had old bruises,

collapsed veins, and track marks
all over his arms--

telltale signs
of intravenous drug use.

I-I'm a profiler
by training,

and I built a preliminary theory
that Dante had developed

a serious drug habit
and lived on the streets,

which, of course, would explain
his eight-month disappearance.

But we had to throw that theory
out once the report came back

from Dante's tox screen.

Yeah, he had no signs
of any drugs in his system.

In fact, at the time
of his death,

Dante
was in perfect health.

Were you able to build a profile
of who the killer might've been?

No.

Not at that time.

You investigated Dante's death,

and your unit never
gave credence

to the possibility
of a supernatural suspect?

Supernatural?

You mean like vampires
or something, right?

Is that--
You said you built a team
of outside-the-box thinkers.

Did you
at least consider it?

Okay, let's,
uh-- let's play your game.

In any vampiric folklore, hmm,
when has a bloodsucker

ever kidnapped someone
for eight months

and then-- only then--
drank their blood?

So that's a no,
you never considered it?

No. I didn't.

Perhaps you should have.

Tell me, Brendon,
why didn't you disclose

that you had a conflict
of interest in the case?

A conflict of in--
interest?

Uh, no, I-I don't.

W-What are you talking
about?

Brendon knew
the murder victim.

We have a photo.
What?

Let me see that.

This was taken at a nightclub
about a year ago.

There's you, and there's
Dante Smith, the victim.

Huh.
That is him, B.

Yeah, that's weird.
I-I never met him.

You sure about that?

Uh... yeah.

I mean, if he said he--
he doesn't know him,
he doesn't know him.

Right, that's a picture of
a drunken me at a nightclub

and another guy.

So, you know, it's a good
old-fashioned...

Coincidence.coincidence.

That was no coincidence.

Brendon Acres
isn't who he claims to be.

Then who is he?

A corpse with the blood
of human victims

coursing through his body.

Have you seen
"Vampire Cop"?

No way an actor
could be that convincing.

This ends tonight, Albus.

If you were a smart man,
you'd get out of the way.

Too bad
I'm not a smart man.

What are you?

Justice.

Had to learn the hard way--

crime sucks.

No way that's an act.
Brendon is the real thing.

Is my son a real vampire?

Well,
I'll tell you one thing--

his mom was a complete
horror show

who drained me financially.

So there's nothing
that supports the accusations

that Brendon is, in fact,
a vampire?

Well, since I knew
you'd be asking,

I brought his baby teeth.

Look at those canines
right there.

That little ragamuffin could
tear through a steak at age 2.

Okay, okay. What are you doing?
What are you do--

I'm telling--
telling the truth.
Okay, that's enough.

That's enough.
Please. Thank you.

That's a wrap.
That's a wrap. Okay.

Let's go. Okay.

What are you doing?
Okay, I'm-- I'm--

I'm leaning into
the controversy.
You can't just make
that stuff up.

People are gonna believe it.
People are gonna believe it.

Let's go.
Well, listen,
it's great TV, man.

Let's--
It'll put you back
in the zeitgeist.

I don't want to be
in the zeitgeist.

Yeah, okay.
And where did you get
these teeth?

Uh, I know a guy.
What?

You want some?
Ew.

How do you respond
to allegations

that Brendon Acres
is a vampire?

Um, well, as Brendon's
training agent,

and as a rational
human being,

I can confirm
he's not a vampire.

My ex-wife grew up
in New Orleans,

and I worked there
for years,

so I've heard all
of the vampire lore,

and these are
just stories.

Zero evidence
it's even possible.

Hmm.

Hmm?
Did you say, "Hmm"?

Yeah. Just interesting hearing
such skepticism,

from someone who believes in, um...

Bigfoot.
Well, that's different.

Bigfoot's real.

Unh-unh.

Whatever you do,
don't get Carter started

talking about Skookum.

Well, the thing
about Bigfoot is--

You know, I really think that
we should just stay on topic.

You know,
about the murder.

Okay, but...
let's pick this up later?

Uh, yeah.

Okay, anyway,
statistically speaking,

murderers usually bury
and dump bodies

in places they know,
live, or frequent.

So we began the investigation
where Dante's body was found.

And after canvassing
the neighborhood, we, uh,

spoke to several residents
who all pointed to one man.

Anders Huxley.

Uh, he had an extensive
rap sheet--

assault, battery,
public intoxication.

Word was Mr. Huxley
only went out at night--

which is an opportune time
to bury a body.

So we paid him a visit.

Though, in retrospect,
we probably should have waited

until daylight.
Mm, yes.

Alright.

Is that blood?

Yeah, that's blood.

Door's ajar.

Does the blood give us PC
to go inside?

Someone may be in imminent
danger, so, yeah, it does.

FBI!
Anyone in there?

Mr. Huxley?
Anyone here?

Carter. More blood.

Let's go up.

Good?

Is he breathing?

Is he dead?

I don't know.

Mr. Huxley?

Oh, my God!
FBI!

Oh, my God!

FBI!
Hands where we can see them!

I mean, none of us
really believed Anders

was actually a vampire.

Pale skin, sharp teeth,
red eyes--

He did have some attributes
that might lead one to assume

he was a creature
of the night.

Am I being SWAT-ed?

I've read about this.

People make a fake 911 call
as a prank

to get the cops
to raid a house.

It's not a prank.

Why are you here?

We just wanted to ask a few
questions about a murder victim

we found near here.

Let me guess.

All the neighbors said
it was me.

Just because I'm different, it
doesn't mean that I'm a killer.

I have porphyria.

It's been called
"vampire's disease."

It's like a blood disorder
that affects the skin.

But you know more about it.
T-Tell him, B.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So, porphyria--

people with this condition have
a severe aversion to sunlight.

Also, it can lead
to gum recession,

so the--
the teeth show more.

They look like--
you know, like fangs.

And then tell him about
Count Dracula.

Yeah, the Romanian Prince
Vlad the Impaler,

a.k.a. Vlad Dracula,
Count Dracula--

he-- he apparently
had porphyria.

Left untreated,
it-- it-- it causes,

uh, massive, uh, paranoia, hallucinations.

Vlad apparently thought everyone
was, like, after him.

So he would just
kill them first.

And is that
why you thought Anders Huxley

killed Dante Smith?

I didn't kill anyone.

And an unfounded allegation
does not give you the right

to charge into my home.

Well, we saw a trail of blood.
That's why we came in.

What happened
to your hand?

I caught it in an Uber door
this morning.

Blood everywhere.

So, why didn't you clean up
the blood?

I was just so damn
jet-lagged.

Turns out,
Huxley had an alibi.

Where were you
last night?

On a plane,
flying back from a work trip.

My condition means I try
to avoid being awake

when the sun is up.

You wouldn't believe what
our alleged vampire

did for a living.

I'm a children's book author
and illustrator.

Wait. You're the author of
"Alistair the Aye Aye"?

Yes, and I used to read
his books to my son, Isaiah,

when he was a kid.

Alistair was always teased
because he was different

from all the other animals.

But then he'd teach them
that differences

were what made each of them special.

Anders turned his own experience
of being ostracized

for his condition into
a hit children's book series.

So we apologized to Mr. Huxley
for the intrusion.

And he was really kind
and forgiving about
the whole mix-up,

just like Alistair the Aye Aye is.

He loves that book.

Uh, he even gave us
signed copies.

Yeah, that was nice.

Are federal employees allowed

to receive gifts?

So, Mr. Huxley wasn't a vampire
or the killer after all.

That is correct, which is why
we could officially put

this ridiculous vampire theory
to rest,

once the Medical Examiner
finished her report.

Is that when you realized

you might have a serial killer
on your hands?

Well, a body
completely drained of blood,

buried in the hills
above Nichols Canyon--

It-- It did.

It had commonality with the M.O.
of the Canyon Killer.

Great.
I mean, not great

it was a serial killer involved,

but great
that you had a lead.

Oh, no, no, no. There's just--
There's a problem here.

You see,
the Canyon Killer

couldn't have done it
because he's in prison.

Put there by one
of your own agents.

Isn't that right?
Yeah. That's right.

I caught
the Canyon Killer.

We caught
the Canyon Killer.

Ah, yes.
And you are?

Special Agent Mark Atlas. FBI.
Behavioral Science Unit.

We led the investigation together.

Which was built
on my profile.

She gave
some of the clues.

Okay, you gave
the important ones.

And what were the clues?

Well, the Canyon Killer's
first victims were found

in the Hollywood Hills
in the summer of 2018.

Uh, all victims had evidence
of being bound by the wrists,

and they were drained of blood
before they were buried.

So while Agent Atlas was focused
on the killer's M.O.,

I gathered details on the
victims and retraced their steps

before their time of death.

You both seem very pleased
with yourselves.

Do-- Do-- Do your colleagues
find that annoying?

Uh, I can be very passionate
about what I do.

That's a way to put it.
I take a lot of pride
in profiling.

Hmm.
Um, and some people may feel
like that steps on their toes,

but that's not my problem.

She's a little annoying.

The Canyon Killer
made national headlines.

I followed the story
in D.C.

I was calling my dad every night
to check in,

because Los Angeles was--
it was on edge.

Mm-hmm.
I mean, you were here
at that time, B.

Were you scared?
Oh, my God, yeah.

Me-- Me and my friends,
we stopped clubbing for weeks.

I mean, we fit
the victim's profile perfectly.

You know, like, young,
super hot guys

with, uh, h-hairless...

That sounded pretentious.
Can, uh--

Who cares?
No, it's--

Tell your truth.
If you're cute, you're cute.

Can you just--
If you're hot, you're hot,

and if you're not,
you're not.

Right.
So, we're gonna cut that?

Oh, yeah.
Leave it in.
Thank you.

Sure, no problem.
Leave it in. No.

I really like
that target on your wall.

Did you actually fire the
bullets that went through that,

or did you just stab it
with a pen and hang it up?

I, uh...

I won it in a raffle.

So, um, did you work
the Canyon Killer investigation?

I consulted with Laura
and Mark Atlas

on the Canyon Killer
task force.

It's where I first saw Laura
in action on a case,

and she was brilliant.

No stone left unturned.

Which is why I eventually
asked her to join my squad.

It was a complex profile.

You made it look easy.

Oh. You delivered
great evidence.

Thank you.

At first,
the Canyon killer

was meticulous, but then,
after the sixth body,

got sloppy.

- They all do.
- They all do.

Sorry, you go--
You want to go?

No, you go.

Well, you should start. Okay.

Um, where should we start?
The-- The victimology?

The victimology, yes. So--
Then you got to go.

Alright, well, we, um--
That's you.

We realized
that he was gregarious,

and probably attractive himself.

It's why he felt he could
approach his victims

with such ease.

He ran in the same circle
as they did.

And we figured he worked
in the service industry...
Mm-hmm.

...like many of his victims--
all aspiring actors or models.

And then on top of that,
all of his victims lived

or worked near
the Franklin corridor.

See? Just there.

And then
on the seventh murder...

Ohh.
...we caught a break.

Forensics discovered primo trace
evidence at that crime scene.

Mm-hmm.
Purple wig hair.

Yes, but not just
any purple wig.

This was a custom job
with real human hair

that had been
professionally dyed.

It was a signature headpiece.

That's what I thought.
Hollywood bull's-eye, baby.

Bam.
Is that a term?

Is that a thing, a real thing,
or are you just making that up?

Well, you know what I'm saying.
It's like a--
Like "nailed it."

Yeah, nailed it.
That's what I'm trying to say.

Now, we've pulled over here
because you do not want to miss

what is on your right.

Across the street from
the famed Bronson Gate

is the apartment building
where Bela Lugosi,

the world's most famous Dracula,

died of a heart attack in 1956.

Now, Lugosi was found in his
bed, naked, clutching a script

to "The Final Curtain," a, uh,
movie he was set to star in

for schlock film maestro
Ed Wood.

Gulliver Farris?
We need to talk.

Hands behind your back.

Okay. FBI.
Put the phones down, please.

Thank you. We'll get you
on the road soon enough.

Mm.
That was a good day.

Yeah, it was probably
one of our best. Mm.

We gave the victims' families
closure,

let the people of Los Angeles
rest their fears,

and put a monster
behind bars.

I'm an innocent man.

Of this current murder, perhaps.

But it's interesting how
Dante Smith died

in the exact same way
as you killed your victims.

Do you think you have
a copycat?

No. Because I've never killed anyone.

Ever.

What exactly
are you saying?

That I'm not
the Canyon Killer.

I've only been saying that
since my arrest.

Special Agent Laura Stensen
framed me.

I'm at the center

of the biggest FBI cover-up
since Bigfoot.

And-- And how's this for
your little, uh, TV program--

I have proof.

That's ridiculous.

Yes, of course he says
he's innocent.

- They all do.
- They all do.

I-I did not frame
Mr. Farris.

So you've said,

but I've seen the evidence,
and it's quite damning.

Which means the real killer
could still be out there.

And if he is, then the blood
of this newest victim--

well, that's on your hands.

Are you suggesting that
Special Agents Stensen and Atlas

framed a serial killer?

I'm just looking
for the truth.

No. No, you're not.

You're fishing
for provocative sound bites

that you can edit
out of context. Hmm?

Anything to make this little
documentary of yours, uh,

I don't know,
a bit more salacious.

This isn't some news mag
with gotcha questions.

I'm an award-winning
documentarian.

Film is my medium.
I deal in truth.

Yeah, right.

Look, I don't appreciate
what you're insinuating.

Especially when we have
the proof.

No, you don't.
We do.

Overwhelming evidence
that proves that Mr. Farris

was the one and only
Canyon Killer.

And how dare you, huh?

How dare you disparage
Laura Stensen's good name.

She is one the finest FBI agents
to ever carry the badge.

She's a train wreck.

My lawyer found evidence

that she was, uh,
mentally unstable

around the time
she arrested me.

Wait, you've been screwing
my best friend behind my back

for months, and somehow
that's my fault?

No, I never want
to see your face again.

Do you hear me?
Never!

You're such a [bleep]

Get your stuff out of my condo
right now!

Do you hear me,
you piece of
Laur--

Maybe just relax
a second, okay?

I can't relax!
Ohh!

What, Kristal?!

Do you really trust this woman
to catch a serial murderer

when she couldn't even
tell her own fiancé

was stepping out on her?

Agent Stensen was--
was too busy spiraling
to solve the case.

I'm the real victim here.

Okay, yes, fine.

At the time of Mr. Farris'
arrest,

my personal life
was... challenged,

but that in no way affected
my performance at work.

Not at all.

Of course it did.

She got fired from the BSU
right after her meltdown.

But to keep her from losing
her job, they conspired

and, uh, falsified evidence
against me.

Wait, who are
you saying conspired with her?

Special Agent Mark Atlas.

That's a wild accusation.

Why would Agent Atlas
do that?

If it looks like a duck
and it quacks like a duck...

Those two FBI agents
are having sex.

Agent Atlas, did
you conspire with Agent Stensen

because of a secret
romantic relationship?

Nothing could be further
from the truth.

So you didn't cover
for Agent Stensen?

No. Of course not.

And are you having
a secret romance?

Okay, e-enough
with this tabloid BS. I--

Excuse me?

All of these questions
about our personal life--

it's utterly shameful. Hmm.

So, you're denying
your affair?

Can we just stop the cameras
from rolling right now?

I just need a minute.

You okay?
Yeah, fine.

Can you just come with me, please?

Uh... I'm gonna--
We can take a break.

Yeah. Thank you.

Just-- Yeah.

Keep rolling.

But we are having sex.

We could be having
more sex.

Just tell them
that then.

Okay. Well...

I do.
What?

I do have my mic on.

Uh-oh.

Excuse me, what?

My Atlas and--
and, uh, Laura.

I definitely didn't know that, no.

Why didn't he tell me?

Wait, did you know?

Yeah.
What?

I mean, I knew, yes.

A-And I am 100%
on Team Laura.

I mean,
she finally getting some.

When you say romantically,
you mean like--

Somebody is jealous.

Huh.

And then the case of
the Mudslide Marauder took a--

Wait a second.
Mudslide Marauder?

No one calls it that.

On "Smitty's Streets"
they do.

Your claims of patsies
and copycat killers--

you know, it may help boost ratings,

but it's irresponsible to
cast aspersions on my people

and the FBI.

Dante Smith's murderer
wasn't the Canyon Killer,

and you know that.

So stop creating a narrative
that never existed.

It's lazy storytelling,
and you're better than that.

Fine.
You were saying?

The case of the
Mudslide Marauder took a turn.

So, the M.E. came in to work
that morning

to do the autopsy
on Dante Smith's body.

And, uh...
It was gone.

Body gone.

And last I checked, dead bodies
do not move themselves.

The undead do.

Officer Smitty,
what are you saying?

What everybody's thinking--
Dante, the victim,

took a turn--

became a vampire
and escaped.

Seriously? You're still on
the vampire thing?

That's not at all
what happened.

Earlier that morning,
someone broke into the morgue

and stole his body.

I suppose I could speculate
as to why someone would steal

a dead body from a morgue
before it had even been

autopsied and processed
for forensic evidence, but...

But the odds were, whoever
took him out... took him out.

So, your suspect
got away with Dante's body.

How did he pull that off?

Our subject was able to walk out
of the medical examiner's office

with Dante's body
by impersonating
a morgue attendant.

He was smart enough
to cover his face

from all
the surveillance cameras,

but not smart enough to cover
the license plate on his car.

Which was registered to our
body snatcher-- Jake Alpert.

So my team went to go pay him
a visit.

Jake Alpert,
show us your hands.

Hey!

Cut him off
at the back.

Jake!

Where's Dante's body?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Carter,
check the freezer.

So who is Jake Alpert?

Jake moved to L.A.
from Montana five years ago.

Spent a year trying to make it
until a modeling scout

saw him working in a Jamba Juice
and plucked him from obscurity.

After that,
he was on a hot streak.

Emphasis on the hot.

Are you seriously trying to
deflect from your relationship

with Atlas like that?
What? No.

Who told you we were
in a relationship?

Uh, really?

Jake was a, you know,
model on the rise.

Worked with all
the big fashion houses.

At the height of his career,
he even dated Layla Laughlin.

Yeah.
The cosmetics maven?

Founder of
Untold Cosmetics

and the inventor of
de León Miracle Cream.

The woman's an icon.

De León Miracle Cream.

Ageless.

Timeless.

Beautiful.

By me, Layla Laughlin.

Layla was a single mother,
working as a waitress

when she had a dream to start
her own beauty company.

I mean, she used to mix all
her products in her own kitchen,

and then sold them to local moms
out of the back of her minivan.

You admire her.

What's not to admire?
I mean, she took a risk.

She bet on herself,
built a Fortune 500 company,

all while raising
her son?
Hmm.

Plus, have you seen her?

The girl had looks, poise,

and always had
a young, hot boy on her side.

She was living her best life
for sure.

And that life included...

Jake, until...

Until it didn't.
Didn't. Right.

Jake was riding high,
until the harsh realities

of the business brought
his dreams crashing down.

He hit 30, and his modeling
contracts dried up.

And Layla left him--
for Dante.

That's right.

Dante was dating
Layla Laughlin

at the time
of his disappearance.

Hey, uh, you're not gonna wait
until like 40 minutes

into this thing to tell the
audience this part, are you?

I hate when docs
do that--

hold back information that the
investigators knew on day one.

Ugh. The worst.

Don't screw
with the audience.

I would never. Cool.

I was never
at the morgue.

Mm, but we saw you
in the security footage.

I have an evil twin.

Swear to God,
we barely even talk.

We have surveillance footage
of your vehicle.

That's not even my car.
It's registered to you.

Someone stole it.
We found the body
in your freezer.

I have an evil twin.

You tried that one already.

Oh, damnit.

Those improv classes were
a total waste of money.

Why were you so
confident about Jake Alpert?

Well, Jake Alpert had clear
motive to kill Dante Smith.

Jealousy because he was now
dating Layla Laughlin,

who dumped him.
Yeah. And stealing the body
shows consciousness of guilt.

But for a slam dunk, we needed
to tie him to the murder

with physical evidence.

And we were most definitely able
to do that.

So, once we processed him,
we found traces of Dante's DNA.

Isn't that to be expected
since he moved the body?

Oh, DNA, yes.

But he actually had
Dante's blood on him.

But Dante had been
completely drained of blood

before he was buried.

Exactly.
So, here's the thing--

we didn't just find Dante's
blood under his fingernails,

which is where most murderers
get caught.

We found traces of his blood
all over his hands and his arms

and his face
and his chest.

What,
did he bathe in it?

No.

It's even weirder, actually.

Dante's blood
had been infused

in his anti-aging
cosmetic cream.

Jake!

Layla Laughlin's
number-one-selling

anti-aging cosmetic cream,
de León,

was made of human blood--
our victim's blood.

I mean, I admire the woman
and all, but damn.

That's just...

Gross.
...nasty.

In all your years
at the Bureau,

have you ever seen anything
like this?

Well, let me think.
I don't know.

Uh, have I ever worked a case
where someone completely drained

the victim of their blood,
only to use it as an ingredient

in an anti-aging
cosmetic cream?

What do you think?

Well, Elizabeth Bathory--
she was the first

female serial killer
in history.

The phrase "bathed in blood"
originated with her... Mm.

...because, supposedly,
she would drain her victims

and then washed herself
in their blood.

Wow.
Now, Elizabeth Bathory...

she had nothing
on Layla Laughlin.

And Layla got rich
while doing it.

De León Miracle Cream

grossed over $200 million
last year alone.

It's the signature product
in Untold Cosmetics.

Did you have
any theories at the time

as to why Layla targeted
her own boyfriend?

Uh, yes. It's because Dante
had an exceptionally rare

blood type-- Rhnull.

And what's that?

Rhnull is known as,
uh, "Golden Blood."

You know,
it's the rarest blood type.

Only 40 people
on the entire planet have it.

Well, make it 39 now.

Right. Yeah. So...

Anyway, most people have eight
common blood types--

you know, O positive,
O negative,

A positive, et cetera.

But what most people don't know
is that there's actually,

you know,
millions of blood types,

determined by the presence
or absence of certain antigens.

But there's also a protein
called the Rh factor,

which determines if your blood
is-- is positive

or-- or negative.

Most people
have some Rh factor.

But if you lack it entirely,
you're Rhnull.

You're
golden.

Damn.
How did you know all that?

"Vampire Cop," Season 4.

Our Big Bad was--
was Golden Boy,

the vamp who only fed
on Rhnull blood.

He became invincible, killed my
character in the cliffhanger.

I-I regenerated and came back
the next season, but...

You said you watched
every episode.

That was a whole--
That was a whole story line.

Yep. I-I did.

And you--

You were so good
on that show.

W-Wasn't he goo--
Have you ever seen it?

So, we brought Ms. Laughlin in
for questioning.

We found that your
de León Miracle Cream

was infused
with Dante's blood.

T-That's insane.

We agree.

But Dante was never
really missing.

You held him captive
for eight months,

all for
his rare blood.

What happened?
Went too far one day?

Took too much blood?

Did Dante go into shock
or just die of blood loss?

And then you buried him
in a shallow grave,

thinking nobody
would ever find him.

But what you didn't count on
was the mudslide

that caused Dante's body
to resurface.

You think that I killed Dante
for his blood?

We tracked
a $50,000 payment

from your company
to Jake Alpert.

Sounds to us that you hired him
to steal the body back

so the evidence against you
would never be discovered.

I had nothing to do with Dante's
murder or-- or any of this.

Ms. Laughlin,
I really looked up to you.

Single mom like myself,

getting her second act
at life.

You taught me the key to success
was helping others.

What happened
to that woman?

You're staring her in the face
right now,

and she is hoping that you're
good enough at your job

to find Dante's real killer.

Now, that's it for me.
I want my lawyer. Now.

We obtained a search warrant
and raided the lab

at Layla's company, looking for
proof of Dante's demise.

However,
it was squeaky-clean.

Layla's smart. Doing any sort
of experimental blood work

in her place of business
would raise too many red flags

and create
potential witnesses.

So we got a warrant
for her residence.

Ma'am, we have a warrant
to search the premises.

Is Ms. Laughlin here?

They're fighting.

Who is?

Ms. Laughlin
and Chance.

Who was Chance?

Chance was Layla's son.

The boy genius.
More of a con man
if you ask me.

Talked his mother
into giving up control

of her own company
so he could run it.

Let us in.

So Layla's son was the one

putting Dante's blood
in the cosmetic cream?

Yeah.
That's right.

And after Carter and I
interviewed her,

Layla figured it out.

But instead of telling us
that her son

was the real-life vampire,
stealing that poor boy's blood,

she confronted him
on her own.

Which was a bad idea.

Yes, it was.
And by the time we got there,

it was already too late.

Stay right there.

FBI, drop it!

Do it, now!

Mom...?

Chance!

Put the gun down now.

I-I didn't mean
for any of this to happen.

I just...

She's gonna be okay, right?

Right?

Shock waves rippled
around the world

as cosmetics mogul
Layla Laughlin was shot

and killed in her Bel Air home
earlier today.

The alleged shooter, her son,
Chance Laughlin,

was arrested by FBI agents
at the scene.

In related news, Laughlin's
new "miracle" cream, de Léon,

is being recalled
after it was determined

that the secret ingredient

that promised
the "fountain of youth"

was, in fact, human blood.

Where did this blood-infused
cream idea come from?

After we arrested Chance,
we learned that once he took

the reins from his mother,
he became the company's

head scientist in charge
of research and development.

And in an effort to boost sales,
he created the de Léon cream

using Dante's
golden blood.

And at that point, well,
Layla was just a figurehead.

She had no knowledge
of her son's misdeeds.

Chance had sunk, you know,
millions into R,

trying to isolate
the anti-aging antigens from--

from normal human blood.

And then when Dante
walked into his life

with his golden blood...

Like a gift from above.

Who was banging his mom.

So, you had no ill will
towards Dante?

No, no, not when I found out
he has Golden Blood.

He was one of six people
with Rhnull blood

in the whole country.

Hospitals all around the world
would call on him to donate.

Chance knew Dante
would never agree to donate

for cosmetics, so...

He abducted him
and held him prisoner.

Chance fed him nourishing food
and kept him well-rested.

In order to keep Dante and, most
importantly, his blood healthy.

But Dante's blood was basically
a renewable resource.

Why kill him?

I'd have kept him locked away indefinitely.

Would you now?

Let's move on.
Mm-hmm.

So what went wrong?
Why did Chance kill him?

It was an accident.

The demand for the de Léon cream skyrocketed.

And one day Chance took
too much blood,

and Dante had a heart attack
and died.

So you drained him
of every last drop.

I even had to punch holes
in his neck to suck out

that precious blood
from his carotid.

That was annoying.

Yeah. I bet it was,
then you buried him

in a shallow grave
like an animal.

I know.
I know, my bad, okay?

But do you know how hard it is
to dig a six-foot grave

in the rain?

I just don't have that kind
of upper-body strength.

The guy was an unrepentant megalomaniac.

And it made me realize
that if Dante died,

Chance would need a new victim
with the golden blood

to keep making product.

So we searched his house.

FBI!

Help me.

Okay.
You're gonna be okay.

I need a medic in here, now.

Mr. Laughlin
contacted Kumiko

through an Rhnull
support group website.

Helping folks
with "golden blood"

navigate
the medical system.

Chance lured her to Los Angeles
last week with the promise

of a high-paying job,
then kidnapped her.

Yeah. She was lucky.

Though the trauma of her
abduction and torture

will live with her forever.

You seem proud of your team.

I am.

We solved a homicide.

We saved a life.

And ended
a global cosmetic conspiracy.

I mean, it doesn't get
any better than that, right?

You know what?
I think this interview is over.

But I still have
a few more questions.

No, I know,
but I don't care.

I got work to do.

Can I reschedule with your--
Okay. Thanks.

Oh.

Okay. Yeah, I think I--

See? There you go.
Yeah. I remember. Mm.

You have a plane to catch.

I do, but I'm not ready
to leave yet.

Okay.
You know the only reason

I came here to do
this dumb documentary

was so I could spend more time
with you.

You know that, right?
Well, it's just sex.

We don't need an excuse.
We can do it any time.

What if I want more
than that?

Huh?

Oh. My. God.

What?

Your mic is still on?

Ugh.

Get a life.

Douchebags.

Okay.
Stupid.

I'm sor-- I didn't-- I don't
know how I didn't see it.
I hate this documentary.

Given you were a fan of Layla's,

how do you feel about
the news that her company

had gone bankrupt?

I admire how Layla refused
to let people count her out,

I mean, just because she was
a woman of a "certain age".

Uh-huh.
But what about her company?

Her company?
I'll put it to you like this.

After working this
case, I realized all
she was really doing

was making folks feel bad
about growing old.

Mm-hmm.

So you're not using any more
of her products?

Hell no. Who knows
what other bodily fluids

that crazy son of hers
might've put in it.

Yeah.
I mean, who the hell wants
Layla Laughlin products now?

Not me.

Not me, either.

I bought out every store I could
before the recall.

That's just being smart.

I don't care what's in it.
This stuff works.