1.13 - Fated to Pretend
Writer: Gabrielle Stanton, Harry Werksman
Director: David M. Barrett
CUT TO MICK’S APARTMENT
[Mick is waking up]
MICK’S VOICE OVER: It’s been 55 years since I slept in a bed, felt the softness and warmth of the pillows and blankets. Do I miss sleeping in an industrial freezer? Would you? It’s been 6 days, 8 hours and 42 minutes since I took the cure that turned me from a vampire back into a human. And I am enjoying every moment. I get to trade in my usual breakfast of blood for fresh squeezed orange juice. And most importantly: coffee. Coffee’s a lot better than it was half a century ago. But maybe these days I just think everything is better.
[Cut to the beach]
MICK’S VOICE OVER: Vampires don’t eat food. We can’t taste it and we can’t digest it. Most people would be worrying about their cholesterol right now. But me, I’m going for it! Sure, nobody knows what’s in it, but I used to be a vampire. You think I care? Carpe diem, right? Seize the day. Especially when I’ve spent so long sleeping through it. Today, I just don’t feel like I’m 85 years old. But I am. I’m an 85 year old former vampire. And sure, I’m living on borrowed time, but I’m not dwelling on that part. How can I when there’s so much living to do?
[Beth is at the beach, setting up a picnic and Mick joins her]
MICK: Quite a spread.
BETH: Well, I realized I have no idea what you liked, so I got a bit of everything.
MICK: It looks great. You look great.
BETH: So do you. Mortality suits you.
MICK: Well, thank you. I forgot how long it takes to heal up, though.
BETH: Wow. Will they scar?
MICK: I hadn’t actually thought of that. I might need to find myself a good plastic surgeon. Lucky we live in L.A., right?
BETH: It’s good to see you so happy. It’s like a whole new you.
MICK: No. This is the old me from when I was still human.
BETH: How long will it last until you turn back?
MICK: I don’t know, six months, maybe. Maybe less. But I’m making everyday count. I don’t wanna have any regrets. I’m really glad you called.
BETH: I wanted you to know that I don’t blame you for Josh’s death. I should never have asked you to turn him into a vampire. He wouldn’t have wanted that.
MICK: At the funeral, you were wearing his ring.
BETH: Yes. Yes, I was. But I realized that even if he had proposed to me, I wouldn’t have been able to say yes.
MICK: Why not?
BETH: There’s someone else, has been for a while. I care about him a lot. And I think it’s time he figured out what he’s gonna do about it.
CUT TO JOSEF’S OFFICE
[Two interior decorators are talking to Josef]
DECORATOR #1: I see Palm Springs, mid-century, Rat Pack.
JOSEF: I’ve been there, I’ve done that.
DECORATOR #2: But we’ve updated it to fit the 21st century.
DECORATOR #1: Think Clooney.
JOSEF: No. Think Kostan. [Mick walks in] Mick! Just leave the plans, okay. I’ll get back to you. [The decorators leave] Boy, no matter how much money you throw at this, remodeling is a bitch. Are you… are you tanned?
MICK: Am I?
JOSEF: I don’t know.
MICK: I had lunch at the beach with Beth. Not something you will be doing any time soon.
JOSEF: And how did that go? You sealed the deal yet?
MICK: It’s not that simple.
JOSEF: Well, sure it is. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy. Didn’t your dad explain all this?
MICK: Okay. And when I turn back?
JOSEF: Vampires and humans can have sex Mick. This isn’t about physiology.
MICK: And it isn’t about sex.
JOSEF: Of course it’s about sex. Everything is about sex.
MICK: I’m 58 years older than her. Okay? I sleep in a freezer. I drink blood I buy from the morgue and I have this tendency to bite down when I…
JOSEF: Some women like that. You keep coming up with all these excuses. You’re not afraid Beth is gonna get hurt. You’re afraid you’re gonna get hurt.
MICK: I… am in love with her.
JOSEF: Yeah. Yeah, you are. Now go do something about it before it’s too late.
CUT TO BETH’S APARTMENT
[She walks in and puts her phone in the music player. Maureen calls]
BETH: Hey, Maureen, what’s up?
MAUREEN: Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.
BETH: Oh, I was at the beach. I guess I get bad reception there.
MAUREEN: Yeah, well, play time is over. I am at BuzzWire. Get yourself down here.
BETH: Now? Can’t it wait till the morning?
MAUREEN: Oh come on. News doesn’t care what time it is. I’ve got a hot lead on a story.
BETH: Okay, but...
MAUREEN: 20 Minutes. My office.
BETH: Okay, I think I- [Maureen hangs up]
CUT TO BUZZWIRE
[Beth walks in]
BETH: Maureen? If this is another Brangelina alien baby thing, I swear-
[Beth sees that the newsroom is trashed]
BETH: Oh, my God. Maureen?
[Beth finds Maureen’s dead body]
BETH: No, Maureen!! No, no, no!! Maureen. Help. Somebody help!
[Cut to the police at the scene. They are examining the newsroom]
OFFICER NOVAK: If you think of anything else, Beth, don’t hesitate to call me. Okay?
BETH: Thank you.
BEN TALBOT: Ms. Turner? Ben Talbot from the District Attorney’s office. Pleasure. You’re a reporter here, right? Maureen Williams was your editor?
BETH: Yeah, she wanted to meet me here, said she had the lead on a story she was working on.
TALBOT: Did she say what kind of story?
BETH: No, but she wouldn’t over the phone. She always liked to keep the really hot stories under wraps until she had enough to go online. Has anyone found her computer?
TALBOT: No, not yet.
BETH: She never went anywhere without it. If it’s not here, I think the killer took it.
TALBOT: You really think a picture of Britney without panties is worth murdering for?
BETH: This isn’t just a trashy tabloid.
TALBOT: No offense, but it kind of is.
BETH: We cover serious news stories here, one of which just got Maureen killed.
[Mick walks in]
MICK: Beth! I got your call. What happened?
BETH: Maureen was-
TALBOT: She was murdered. And you are?
MICK: I’m Mick St. John. I’m a private investigator.
TALBOT: Right. Yeah, of course. I’ve heard a lot about you.
MICK: Good things?
TALBOT: No. Not really. Excuse me. [Talbot leaves]
MICK: You alright?
BETH: Not really.
CUT TO THE MORGUE
[Mick and Beth are there with Guillermo]
GUILLERMO: Okay. You ready?
[Guillermo opens one of the freezers and shows them Maureen’s body]
GUILLERMO: Single gunshot wound to the head. .38 caliber. Powder burns around the entry wound.
MICK: She was shot at close range.
BETH: Maybe she knew her killer.
GUILLERMO: I doubt it. You really can’t smell it?
MICK: Give me a hint.
GUILLERMO: Starts with a ‘v’. You used to be one?
MICK: Maureen was killed by a vampire?
GUILLERMO: Well, I don’t know about that, but she was definitely around one.
BETH: Why would a vampire use a gun?
MICK: To make it look like a human crime. [He looks at Guillermo] What?
GUILLERMO: You’re creeping me out, man! You being human, it’s unnatural.
MICK: Well, thanks. That’s eh, that’s nice.
GUILLERMO: Call ‘em like I see ‘em.
MICK: Whatever. [Mick and Beth start to leave]
GUILLERMO: Hey, what about that gallon of A-Positive I got stocked up, man? You’re the only one who drinks that stuff.
[Mick shrugs and walks off]
CUT TO MAUREEN’S APARTMENT
[Mick and Beth break in]
BETH: Breaking and entering was much more fun when you were a vampire. It’s a shame you can’t still do that sexy vampire jumping thing.
MICK: Yeah, well the jumping was kinda tied to the whole blood sucking thing.
BETH: The killer may have Maureen’s laptop, but she was obsessive about backing things up. Trust me, there’s gotta be a USB-drive stashed here somewhere.
MICK: Okay, but we don’t have a lot of time. The police are gonna be here soon.
[They start searching through the apartment]
BETH: Nothing in the kitchen. We gotta narrow down the hiding places.
MICK: It’s all about psychology, alright? People hide things in the last place they think anyone else is gonna look.
MICK: Excuse me?
BETH: I always hide my nice jewelry in a box of tampons.
MICK: Yeah, okay. I’ll admit that’s the last place I would look.
BETH: Uh, if my jewelry goes missing, I’ll know who took it.
[Beth has the USB-drive and puts it in her laptop]
MICK: You gotta be kidding me.
[Maureen’s cat walks in the room. Beth walks over and picks him up]
BETH: Travis. Hi. Hey, don’t worry, we’ll find someone to look after you. First Josh and now Maureen. You once told me that everyone you love dies. I’m beginning to understand what that feels like. [She puts Travis in Mick’s lap]
MICK: Not a good idea. Animals are naturally afraid of… of vampires.
BETH: I think he likes you. [She goes back to her laptop] Okay. It’s all password-protected. I can’t open the file.
MICK: Don’t worry about it. I know somebody who can.
CUT TO LOGAN’S BASEMENT
[He is playing Guitar Hero. Mick rings the bell and Logan lets him in]
LOGAN: Just in time for my solo, man.
MICK: Is that all you do. [Mick walks down the steps, carrying a basket with Travis]
LOGAN: No. Tuesdays and Thursdays I rule World of Warcraft.
MICK: Hey, can you-can you turn it down?
LOGAN: Ow, yeah. Heh, sorry. Didn’t see you brought company.
MICK: Logan, this is Beth. Beth, Logan. She knows about us.
LOGAN: Ah, cool.
MICK: I have some password-protected files.
LOGAN: You brought lunch. [Logan points at Travis]
BETH: He’s not lunch.
MICK: Right, we’re paying cash today.
LOGAN: Your call.
[Cut to Logan behind his computer. He is trying to open the files]
LOGAN: These files aren’t just password-protected, they’re encrypted. And none of my standard out rhythm programs are working. Amateurs with a little bit of know-how are usually the trickiest.
BETH: Did you try Maureen’s birthday, her mother’s maiden name?
LOGAN: Yeah, and her phone number, drivers license number, social security. For all we know she used the name of her favorite TV show.
MICK: Try her cat’s name. Try Travis.
LOGAN: Nobody really uses their cat. [He tries Travis]
BETH: It worked! We’re in.
LOGAN: You shall never speak of this again.
[Beth reads the files]
BETH: Jill Button, spokes model for the Donut Diet. Recently found dead of a heart attack. Maureen thought the diet could be responsible.
LOGAN: Killer donuts. Who knew.
MICK: Hey. There’s something on Kent Morrow.
BETH: He’s running for mayor. I hear he’s gonna win.
MICK: Maureen received an email from Luis Perez. He claims that the car accident that killed Kent’s wife three years ago wasn’t an accident.
BETH: Political scandal, that’s the one.
LOGAN: My money is on Josef Kostan. Ran some sort of charity scam.
MICK: Josef Kostan?
BETH: Guillermo said he smelled vampire on Maureen. Maybe it was Josef.
LOGAN: You know Kostan?
MICK: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
LOGAN: He’s the richest vampire in town. H-How come you never introduced us?
MICK: Logan, you-you never leave your basement. Josef didn’t kill Maureen.
BETH: Like Josef’s not capable of murder?
MICK: Josef probably murders every day, but Maureen? It’s not his style. Beth, one of these other people killed Maureen.
BETH: And I’m not gonna let them get away with it.
CUT TO JOSEF’S OFFICE
[Mick and Beth walk in]
JOSEF: Oh, look. It’s my two favorite humans.
BETH: Did you know that my editor was investigating your involvement in a bogus charity scam?
JOSEF: Nice to see you, Beth. Me? I’m doing great. Thanks. Except for all the drywall dust. It gets everywhere.
MICK: Beth’s editor, Maureen Williams, was killed a few hours ago.
JOSEF: I’m sorry. Am I a suspect? Cool! It’s like role playing without the leather.
MICK: Your name came up in connection with a story that Maureen was working on.
JOSEF: Well, was her body found at La Brea Tar Pits?
JOSEF: That was the only person I killed this week.
MICK: Josef, this is serious.
JOSEF: No, this is stupid. Yes, Maureen called me and I’ll tell you what I told her. Look, I’m on the board of dozens of charities. I can’t keep track, my PR-man sets it all up. I had no idea this charity was bogus until she told me.
MICK: Okay. We’ll talk to your PR-man.
JOSEF: Remember the Tar Pits? Look, here’s my schedule. I was supposed to meet Maureen again this Tuesday and give her an exclusive on a new charity that Kostan Industries is setting up to help the victims of the scam. I even got Oprah as the honorary chairwoman. Now, why would I go through all that trouble if I could just kill her? You know, it’s tempting to always blame the vampire, but I think this time you guys are gonna have to look for your killer some place else.
[Mick and Beth leave]
CUT TO THE ROSSLYN HOTEL
[Kent Morrow is giving a speech. Mick walks in]
MICK’S VOICE OVER: I asked Logan to track down Maureen mysterious tipster, while Beth checks out the Donut Diet. Me, I’m gonna have a chat with Kent Morrow. See what spin he’s putting on his wife’s death.
KENT MORROW: [Addressing the crowd] Finally, this is not just a race for the mayor’s office. This is an election about hope, about family.
MICK’S VOICE OVER: Politicians. There’s the truth and then there’s what they what you to think is the truth. Figuring out the difference, that’s the tricky part.
KENT: Public service is my life. It gave me a reason for living after the tragic death of my wife three years ago left me to raise my daughter Bonnie alone. It thought me the importance of family. The pillar upon which we will build our shining city. Thank you. Thank you very much.
[Mick is standing next to Bonnie]
MICK: Good speech.
BONNIE: Heard it like a million times before. Always sounds exactly the same.
MICK: Maybe he is lip-syncing.
BONNIE: Yeah, that could explain it.
MICK: You must be Bonnie.
BONNIE: You must be lost. You seem too cold to be hanging out with these losers.
MICK: Well, appearances can be deceiving. Mr. Morrow! Mr. Morrow, can I have a word with you?
ELLEN: I’m sorry, the candidate has a very tight schedule. He doesn’t have time right now, Mr.?
MICK: St. John. Mick St. John.
ELLEN: Where are your credentials? Are you press?
MICK: No, I’m a private investigator.
ELLEN: You’re going to have to leave. [Ellen and Kent walk away]
MICK: Did you know that Maureen Williams from BuzzWire was looking into your wife’s car accident?
KENT: Who are you? Bonnie, has this man been bothering you?
MICK: Do you know a man named Luis Perez?
KENT: No, I’ve never heard of him.
MICK: Well, he claims that your wife’s death was not an accident.
ELLEN: I don’t know where you’re getting your information, but you are way out of line. Mr. Morrow’s campaign is built on integrity and honesty.
KENT: I have nothing to hide. Okay.
CUT TO DIET DONUT
[Beth is talking to the president of the company]
DEE DEE: Our donuts have been rigorously tested. Every ingredient is perfectly safe.
BETH: Yet your spokes model, Jill Button, is perfectly dead.
DEE DEE: She had a heart attack. Tragic, but it had nothing to do with my diet. Nothing at all.
BETH: I understand you’re in talks with a major conglomerate to sell this company. Fifty million dollars is a lot of money.
DEE DEE: You’re implying?
BETH: That they might not be so interested if they found out your donuts are killing people.
DEE DEE: This interview is over. Any more questions: you can talk to my lawyer. [Beth gets up to leave] Take a box of donuts on the way out. They tell the story. I have nothing to hide.
CUT TO LOGAN’S BASEMENT
[Beth is there]
LOGAN: Huh, the offer for Dee Dee’s company is legit. They filed with the FTC and their Board of Directors.
BETH: So, Dee Dee had fifty million good reasons to keep Maureen quiet.
LOGAN: Oh, I checked out the donuts, they’re nothing special. Mostly fibre bombs, sprinkled with some vitamins. No bad reactions, though.
[Beth eats a donut. Mick walks in]
MICK: Okay, so I talked to our next mayor… Ah, donuts! [He takes one out of the box and eats it] It’s not bad.
BETH: How long since you’ve had a donut?
BETH: Two words: Krispy. Kream.
MICK: I spoke to Kent. I didn’t have to hear his heartbeat to tell he’s hiding something.
LOGAN: I pulled up the police accident report. Kent’s wife was driving and she smashed into an oncoming car. She and the driver of the other car were killed.
MICK: Autopsy come up with any alcohol or drugs in the system?
LOGAN: She was clean.
BETH: Anything on Maureen’s tipster, Luis Perez?
LOGAN: Eh, guy’s a ghost. No social security number, no address or phone number listed. The only thing I can try to do is trace the IP address of the computer that sent the emails to Maureen. But that’s gonna take a little time, so, I’ll call you.
MICK: I got Guillermo to pull Jill Button’s body for us.
BETH: I thought he was mad at you.
MICK: I bought up all the A-Positive he couldn’t unload.
BETH: Hey, you can’t drink blood anymore.
MICK: I sent it to Josef. Kind of a sorry-you-were-a-suspect present.
CUT TO THE MORGUE
[Guillermo is pulling open the freezer with Jill Button’s body]
GUILLERMO: Jill Button. Washed in autopsy. The coroner lists COD as a heart attack.
MICK: What are these?
GUILLERMO: Looks like surgical incisions.
BETH: No, those are liposuction scars.
BETH: What? I have friends!
GUILLERMO: Could these have been a factor in her death?
GUILLERMO: Well, the danger of liposuction is internal bleeding. Blood usually pools in the back. See.
MICK: No levidity.
BETH: So, her liposuction didn’t kill her.
GUILLERMO: It’s weird the coroner didn’t mention the incisions in the autopsy report. Every scar, birthmark, even mole’s are usually noted.
[Mick’s phone goes off]
MICK: Logan tracked Luis Perez to a residence in Burbank. I’ll head there. You see what you can find out about this coroner’s report. Let’s go. Thanks, man.
GUILLERMO: You’re welcome.
[Cut to the hallway. Beth runs into Ben Talbot]
BEN: Hey! Fancy meeting you here.
BETH: What a coincidence.
BEN: Yeah. So, what brings you to the morgue?
BETH: Just visiting a friend.
BEN: And here I thought you were investigating Maureen’s death and circumventing both the police and the D.A.’s office to do it.
BETH: We’re not going around you.
BEN: My office got a call from Kent Morrow regarding a certain P.I. that’s been nosing around. Then I find out the same P.I. put in a request for Jill Button’s coroner’s report. Another coincidence?
BETH: Mick and I are just following up on a few of Maureen’s active stories.
BEN: Ms. Turner, we both want the same thing: find Maureen’s killer.
BETH: I know that. I also know that you have a lot of cases to worry about. The D.A.’s office is overworked and understaffed.
BEN: Okay, you keep doing this and your gonna taint any evidence you do uncover.
BETH: And Maureen was my friend.
BEN: Evidence I’m still gonna have to take to a jury. Now, do you really wanna risk finding Maureen’s killer only to have them walk on a technicality?
CUT TO LUIS PEREZ’S HOUSE
[Mick knocks on the door]
MICK: Mr. Perez.
[He hears Perez running]
MICK’S VOICE OVER: I’m actually gonna have to chase this guy? Crap.
MICK: Hey! Hey! Perez! Hey! Luis! Hey! Wait a minute! Hey!
MICK’S VOICE OVER: I haven’t had to run like this for a long time. The first few minutes were fun, but now… Let’s just say right now I do feel like I’m 85 years old. And I really am gonna have to cut back on those hotdogs and donuts.
[Mick catches up with Perez]
PEREZ: Oh, please! Please!
CUT TO PEREZ’S HOUSE
[Mick and Perez are talking]
PEREZ: I thought you were INS. Immigration officers came by this morning, asking my neighbours questions. Somebody tipped them off about me.
MICK: Yeah, Kent Morrow. He’s trying to keep you quit. Why, what’s your connection to Kent Morrow?
PEREZ: I was the valet that night. At the restaurant where the Morrow’s ate.
MICK: Okay, and? I mean, you brought the car around. You gave the keys to Mrs. Morrow.
PEREZ: No, I gave the keys to him, her husband. I-I knew that he was drunk, but he was angry. What could I do?
MICK: Kent Morrow was driving that night? Why didn’t you tell the police this?
PEREZ: I-I didn’t want to get involved, okay? I was working illegally.
MICK: Why are you getting involved now? Why contact BuzzWire just as Morrow is about to be elected mayor?
PEREZ: Who’s BuzzWire? I didn’t contact anybody.
MICK: Let me see your computer.
[Cut to Logan. He is in his basement, drumming. Mick calls him]
MICK: Luis Perez says he didn’t send the emails to Maureen.
LOGAN: Send me something from his computer. Son of a bitch, the configuration is all wrong. Someone rerouted the IP address to make it look like the emails were coming from Perez.
MICK: Well, who sent the emails?
CUT TO THE ROSSLYN HOTEL
[Mick is there talking to Kent and Ellen]
ELLEN: No one from this office would be talking to BuzzWire.
MICK: Well, the emails were sent from a computer in this office. Your computer.
ELLEN: Dozens of staffers use my computer. What is going on, Kent?
KENT: This is harassment, alright. And I will press charges. Believe me.
[Beth and Ben walk in]
BETH: Mick, come here.
MICK: What’s Talbot doing here?
BETH: If Kent is Maureen’s killer, there’s gonna be a political firestorm. We’re gonna need his help. Will Perez testify?
MICK: He’s afraid of getting deported.
BEN: Either way, it’s still his word against Kent’s. There’s not a judge in this town that’s gonna go anywhere near this.
[Bonnie overhears it all and runs off]
MICK: I’ll be right back.
[Cut to the roof. Bonnie is standing on the ledge. She’s crying]
MICK: No! Bonnie!
BONNIE: Don’t come near me!
MICK: No! Bonnie!
BONNIE: Go away.
MICK: Bonnie, stop.
BONNIE: Stay away from me.
MICK: You don’t wanna jump. You don’t wanna jump.
BONNIE: You’re gonna give me the “there’s so much to live for” speech. You have no fricking idea.
MICK: Try me. Come on.
BONNIE: So you can talk me out of it?
MICK: No. But people are gonna ask why you jumped, and I wanna be able to tell them that you’ve made an informed decision, okay?
[Mick goes to stand next to Bonnie]
BONNIE: What? Now you’re gonna jump too?
MICK: I’d rather not. I’ve never even had a Krispy Kream donut.
BONNIE: Are you nuts?
BONNIE: No, you’re not. But you know what is? Living every day with a secret that you wanna tell someone. And you wanna bow but you can’t.
MICK: Listen to me, okay? Secrets are like a disease. And if we don’t share them, then they eat us up on the inside until there is nothing left. Until it feels like we’re already dead.
BONNIE: You do have a secret, don’t you?
MICK: Yeah, I do. And it ate me up until I finally told somebody.
BONNIE: Yeah, and did it turn out okay?
MICK: You know what? I think it did.
[Beth, Ben, Kent and Ellen come running over to Mick and Bonnie]
BONNIE: Stop. Or I’ll jump!
MICK: Stay back! Stay back!
BONNIE: Get him away.
KENT: Honey, it’s okay, I’m here.
BONNIE: Get him away! I don’t want him here.
MICK: Hey, hey, hey. Shh.
BONNIE: Get him away!
MICK: It’s just you and me up here. It’s just you and me up here. You talk to me, okay?
BONNIE: I woke up in the back of the car. And mommy was dead.
KENT: Bonnie, don’t. We’re family, honey. You’re all I got left, baby. You’re all I got left!
BONNIE: That is ‘cause you killed my mother!
MICK: It’s okay. It’s okay.
BONNIE: He was driving. But he said to say that she was. And he said that if I didn’t, that he would go to jail and I would be all alone.
MICK: You wanted people to know the truth, right?
BONNIE: I just wanted someone else to know what really happened, to tell the world the truth about my mother. Because I was too chicken to. But I screwed that up too. It was all just for nothing!
[Bonnie tries to jump, but Mick saves her before she has a chance to and they fall back on the roof]
MICK: It’s okay. You’re okay. Come on. It’s alright.
BEN: [To Kent] Let’s finish this back in my office, huh?
KENT: My daughter. My daughter.
BEN: If you cared about your daughter, you wouldn’t have had her lie for you.
KENT: Bonnie! Bonnie! [They walk off]
ELLEN: It’s okay, baby. Oh, God. [She picks up Bonnie and they leave]
BETH: Are you okay? For a second I thought you…
MICK: Yeah, I just remembered I don’t like heights.
BETH: If you’d have fallen, you’d have died.
MICK: Yeah, but I didn’t.
BETH: If you had… I’m not used to worrying about you like this.
MICK: Me neither. It’s kind of exhilarating.
BETH: Not exactly the word I’d use. So, what now? If Kent didn’t kill Maureen then-
MICK: I guess we’re left with the donut queen.
CUT TO STREET
[Mick and Beth are walking. Beth is on the phone with Ben]
BETH: What did the coroner say?
BEN: It took some doing, but I finally got him to admit he was paid off by Jill Button’s plastic surgeon.
BETH: What’s the surgeon’s name?
BETH: Come on, Talbot! Quid pro quo, we gave you Kent Morrow on a silver platter.
BEN: Doctor Pierce Anders.
BETH: Already has two complaints filed against him. Patients were hospitalized after the procedures for unexpected blood loss.
MICK: Maybe he figured three strikes and he’s out. What’s the address?
BEN: No, no! You’re not talking to him without me, alright? I’ll text you his address and meet you there in the morning.
BETH: He’s starting to grow on me.
MICK: Hey, you wanna come over to my place for dinner tonight? I’ve eh, figured out how to work the oven.
BETH: You’re gonna cook me dinner?
MICK: Yeah, I’m gonna try.
BETH: Are you asking me out on a date?
MICK: Why? Isn’t that what humans do?
[Mick walks away and Beth smiles]
CUT TO PIERCE ANDERS’S OFFICE
[Mick, Beth and Ben are talking to him]
ANDERS: I consider myself an artist. My clients are my canvas. The fantasy is my inspiration.
BETH: What was Jill Button’s fantasy?
ANDERS: Ms. Button had very realistic expectations. She was having difficulty maintaining her weight, so she came to me for some strategic reshaping.
ANDERS: I removed 500 cc’s of fat from her target areas.
MICK: No post-op complications?
ANDERS: None. Ms. Button was happy and very much alive when she left.
BEN: And there are witnesses that can verify this?
ANDERS: My nurses and office staff will be happy to provide you with statements.
MICK: We’d like to see your charts.
ANDERS: I’m sure you’ll understand that’s an impossibility. Doctor-patient confidentiality. [He gets up]
BEN: Look, I can get a warrant. [He stands up as well]
ANDERS: You have no grounds for a warrant.
BEN: I know a judge who got a bad nose job. She’s bitter.
[Anders throws Ben across the room and turns into a vampire]
MICK: Beth, get out!
[Anders throws Beth to the wall. Mick tries to shoot him, but Anders slams the gun from his hand. It lands at Beth’s feet. Mick is being thrown through a glass table, knicking him unconscious. Beth shoots Anders, but it doesn’t affect him. He goes over to her and licks the blood of her mouth]
ANDERS: Type A-O Negative. Unusual. Tasty.
CUT TO THE MORGUE
[Guillermo is removing pieces of glass from Mick’s leg]
MICK: Ahhh!! Careful, man.
GUILLERMO: Sorry. Most of my costumers don’t complain.
MICK: Just hurry up. I’ve gotta get out of here.
GUILLERMO: I’m doing the best I can here. You should be in the hospital.
MICK: I already lost two hours when I was unconscious.
GUILLERMO: Look, seriously, man. You’re a mess. No wonder Anders thought you were dead.
MICK: Ahh, man! I can’t believe I didn’t know that guy was a vampire. I should have sensed it the minute he walked in the room.
GUILLERMO: The disadvantage of being a human.
MICK: Yeah, that can get my ass kicked. When I was a vampire, I would have wiped the floor with this guy. You know, I never thought I’d say this man, but right now being human sucks.
GUILLERMO: Look, I made some phone calls. Anders’ plastic surgery practice is just a front for his real business: selling blood to vamps looking for rare blood types.
MICK: So, he siphons a few pints of blood from each of his human patients and most of them never know? Oh man, that is why he took Beth. She is a rare blood type. I don’t know why he took Talbot, maybe to find out what he knows. Where can I find Anders now?
GUILLERMO: No way, man. This vamp is seriously bad ass. And he won’t be alone.
MICK: Hey. The address.
CUT TO A LABORATORY
[Beth and Ben are sitting on the floor with their backs against each other, blindfolded and tied up]
BETH: Ben, are you alright?
BEN: Yeah. How long was I out?
BETH: An hour maybe. You probably have a concussion.
BEN: Don’t think I’ll be calling for a doctor. [He tries to get loose]
BETH: I tried. It’s some kind of surgical tube. It won’t budge.
BEN: What psycho is this guy?
BETH: Mick will find us. He’s good. He’s really good.
BEN: And most likely really dead.
BETH: Don’t say that, you don’t know that.
BEN: Beth, come on! You’ve gotta face the facts. No one knows where we are and no one is coming to save us. We’re on our own.
CUT TO MICK’S APARTMENT
[He is gathering weapons]
JOSEF: What are you doing?
MICK: Don’t do that!
JOSEF: What? Use my crafty vampire abilities to sneak up on you?
MICK: Why are you here?
JOSEF: Guillermo called me and said you were about to do something extremely stupid. I said: “Wait! That can’t be the Mick that I know.”
MICK: You should come, you love a challenge.
JOSEF: No, see, I’m a lover. I’m not a fighter. And besides, I just get dead trying to protect you: the human liability.
MICK: I can take care of myself.
[Josef turns into a vampire and attacks Mick. He nails him to the wall]
JOSEF: Is this how you’re gonna face them? This is how you want it to end?
MICK: Get off me! Get off me! [Josef steps aside]
JOSEF: Well, I hope I make my point.
MICK: Yeah, you did.
MICK: You were right. I can’t save Beth as a human. But I can save her as a vampire. You have to turn me back.
JOSEF: Woah, you hold on. This is not-
MICK: -You have to turn me back. Right now.
JOSEF: Mick, you’re human again. After all you went through to get the cure, you’re gonna give it up this easy?
MICK: You think this is easy for me? This is not easy, okay? I don’t have a choice.
JOSEF: What you’re asking me to do-
MICK: Listen to me! [He grabs Josef and pushes him against the wall] Alright! He has Beth. He has my Beth. So, please. Please, brother.
JOSEF: Mick… Forgive me.
[Josef bites Mick and drains him. He bites his arm and feeds Mick his own blood]
JOSEF: Come on, Mick. Rise and shine.
[Mick gets up and is a vampire again]
CUT TO THE LABORATORY
[Anders is there with two other men. Mick and Josef barge in]
BEN: Beth, what’s going on?
ANDERS: You’re a..
MICK: Ow, yeah.
JOSEF: It is so on.
[The vampires attack each other. Mick stakes one, while Josef kills the other. Anders tries to run, but Mick is able to stake him as well]
JOSEF: Ooh, very dramatic. I like it.
[Mick goes to Beth and Ben and tries to free them]
MICK: I’m here.
MICK: It’s okay.
BETH: Oh, God.
BEN: Wait. Who’s there? St. John? What’s going on?
[Mick removes Beth’s blindfold]
BETH: Your face. What happened?
MICK: Like they say: Life is short. [They all get up] Keep the blindfold on him.
BEN: What the hell is going on?
JOSEF: We’re saving your ass.
CUT TO MICK’S ROOFTOP
[Mick and Beth are on a blanket. Beth is having dinner]
BETH: Talbot took a bunch of cops round to Anders’s. The place was immaculate.
MICK: Yeah, well the Cleaner is very good at what she does. No one will ever find any evidence of what happened there.
BETH: He had a lot of questions. I told him I was unconscious most of the time and I don’t remember much.
MICK: He should just be happy he’s alive.
BETH: He doesn’t strike me as someone who likes unanswered questions. [She takes a bite of a strawberry]
MICK: How is everything?
MICK: Good. I was worried about the seasoning.
BETH: I don’t know what to say about what you did for me. What you gave up. Part of you must hate me.
MICK: I could never hate you.
BETH: You’re back to being a vampire.
MICK: I don’t have any regrets, okay?
BETH: None? Yeah, this isn’t exactly how I pictured our date either.
MICK: What do you mean?
BETH: You know what I mean. I’m human, you’re a vampire. We’re right back where we started.
MICK: I just- I don’t want you to get hurt.
BETH: Maybe you’re afraid of getting hurt. I know what it’s like to lose people you love. It is part of life.
MICK: Relationships between humans and vampires are-
BETH: -Are difficult, dangerous and complicated. I know, you told me. [She gets up] If you hadn’t been a vampire, I’d have died today. I’d have died 23 years ago. Being a vampire isn’t all you are. It’s not what’s keeping us apart. It’s just you.
[Beth walks away, but Mick stops her and kisses her]
MICK: Maybe you’re right. I don’t know. But just give me a chance to figure it out, okay?
BETH: Just don’t take too long. You may have forever, but I don’t.
[She walks away, leaving Mick on the rooftop]