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Previously on Moonlight:

I wanna help people. It's why I became a PI.

- I heard what you said. - That I'm a vampire.

So do you bite people's necks and suck the blood out?

Actually, I get most of my blood from the blood bank.

- What about daylight? - Daylight's not good.

Too much direct sunlight will kill me.

It's gonna get dangerous, Beth.

Then it's a good thing I got you around.

In 1952, my wife, Coraline...

turned me into a vampire against my will.

You're the first human that I've told any of this to.

So, yeah, I trust you.

What do you do when the one thing you need to save your life...

is the one thing that would make life unbearable?

You're probably wondering how someone like me...

ends up near death in no-star motel hell.

Hard to believe it started just yesterday.

Blood is life for vamps and humans alike.

It warms us and thrills us.

Helps us heal.

But vamps will always be jealous of the living...

like renters versus owners.

You can make your own blood.

We've gotta beg, borrow or work it into the budget.

Day 16 of the murder trial of arms dealer Amir Fayed...

brought few surprises and no real progress...

for prosecutor Joshua Lindsey.

Fayed is accused of murdering Jack Toland...

an associate who was later revealed to be a police informant.

Since the federal racketeering case fell apart last fall...

Deputy D A Lindsey says that this murder trial...

may be the last chance to bring this monster to justice.

But the defense has painted a solid picture of Fayed...

as a diplomat, philanthropist...

and most importantly, an innocent man.

With reasonable doubt running high...

Lindsey will have his hands full this Monday as the trial nears its end.

This is Beth Turner for Buzzwire.

Your confidence in me is overwhelming.

I think I was overcompensating with the dry and factual.

I was afraid I'd start babbling about how hot you are.

Uh-huh.

So, what do you have cooked up for Monday?

- What are you talking about? - Please.

All the late-night calls, the cat-that-ate-the-canary smile.

Maybe I'm cheating on you.

Who would cheat on this?

Good point.

I know you. You wouldn't be this cool unless you had an ace in the hole.

I don't know.

A secret witness?

Yeah, right.

Let's tell the reporter all about the secret

witness stashed away in a safe house.

This place might be safe, but it's never quiet.

What's up with all the helicopters?

- Crime never sleeps. - So we can't either?

Heh.

There's a good DJ spinning down the street.

- Who wants to go clubbing? - Yeah, let me just put my bling on.

Fine.

I'll just read my trashy tabloid.

If someone remembered.

Ye of little faith.

LENl: Thank you, Officer Colden.

- Good night. - Sleep well.

Hey, it's Leni. Can you talk?

Everyone's got an opinion. You know, gas, propane.

Who cares? I hate barbecuing.

Anna's parents, they like that mesquite crap.

You gotta go with the gas line.

- Who is it? - Oh, yeah, hey.

My name's Eli. I live down the hall.

I'm sorry to bug you guys, but I shelled out for the pay-per-view.

Gonzalez and Whitaker? And now my cable's gone all wonky.

- Can you check yours? - Sorry.

Leni, take cover!

Go, go, go!

Ah!

Go, Leni, go.

Some couples just aren 't meant to be together.

Take me and Beth. She has a very real boyfriend.

And, well, after Coraline, I have understandable trust issues.

Still, when I see it's Beth calling...

I always pick up.

- Hello? - Mick. Hey, it's Beth.

I hadn 't heard from her in a week...

ever since I trusted her with the charming story...

of how my wife turned me into a vampire on our wedding night.

Now Beth wanted to come over.

- Josh. - Oh, thanks.

Sorry about crashing your morning. I wouldn't if it wasrt an emergency.

Well, you're here now, so...

I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot.

But I've heard good things from Beth.

I'm glad the buzz is good.

- What's your point? - I wanna hire you to find someone.

A witness who's gone missing.

- Don't the cops work for you? - They do.

And they're running their own investigation...

but there's a leak. I need someone outside the system to find her.

I actually had to drag Beth here. She didn't want me to bother you.

Okay, tell me about your witness.

- This mean you'll do it? - No, it means I'll listen.

Hey, you came to me.

Her name's Leni Hayes.

She was the nanny for Amir Fayed's daughter.

- The arms dealer? - Yeah.

Now, she's only 22, but smart.

Leni was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She saw Fayed murder one of his guys. Jack Toland.

She's been in a safe house in Hollywood for the last month.

Last night, they were hit.

I need you to find my witness and bring her back to testify.

Okay.

Two cops protecting her were DOA.

They were good guys.

An hour later, I would've taken over graveyard shift for Nagawa.

Probably wouldn't use that term today if I was you.

I told you to take the day off today.

I wanna catch the bastards who did this and get Leni back.

Then go back to my office and give Kevin your statement.

- Who's he? - He's none of your business.

We think there must have been a couple of shooters.

There was only one.

Smoke makes a good silent partner.

- We don't think this is Leni's blood. - It's not. There's no estrogen.

Beth said you had an interesting way of working.

- Yeah? - She said it's never boring around you.

If an attack came from the front...

Leni was instructed to go out through the kitchen service entrance.

But she didn't.

- What makes you think that? - Well, there were bullets flying that way.

You think she went out the window?

Yeah.

She cut herself on the latch on the way out.

Hey, sir.

Just one second. Just one second.

She went this way.

This guy's good. Somehow, I thought you were exaggerating.

What did you find inside?

Beth, remember our deal.

Come on, I waited outside while you walked Mick through the scene.

Leni's trail ends at a spot just past that dumpster.

The freshest tire treads are something big, a truck, SUV.

- Officer Colden drove a truck. - Can you put an APB out on it?

He had a LoJack. I'll get a warrant.

- We're running out of time. - It's the best I can do.

Look, I gotta get back to my office.

- Keep me informed. - Yeah.

- Warrant's gonna take too long. - I know.

Steve, it's Beth.

I need you to tap into the LoJack system.

Find me the current location of a truck registered to Richard Colden.

Okay, she steals the cop's truck to get away...

but why would Leni come here?

There's no friends or family to hide out with.

Dalton Avenue sounds so familiar.

I think I've covered a story here once.

So, what's your deal with Josh?

Oh. We've been together for a while.

He's smart, funny...

No, no, I meant your deal from the alley.

Oh, right, heh.

Quid pro quo.

He's really worried about this leak.

Thinks his calls are being tapped.

I'm a clean line of communication with you.

- So, what's in it for you? - The story of Leni's safe recovery.

- Sounds like a conflict of interest to me. - Post-verdict, it's all legal.

Hey, I've been covering my boyfriend's cases long before I met you.

So how long can you stay outside?

Like, how much sun is too much?

Any is too much.

You're a delicate flower, Mick St. John.

Don't you have a job or something?

Yes. Today, it's following you.

After last time, what with the incinerator...

I wasrt sure if I was gonna see you again.

It was a lot to process.

But I'm glad you told me about your wife turning you and...

Yeah.

I think this is it.

Whose house is this?

I don't know.

I think Leni knew where the spare key was. Hold that.

Why would Leni come here?

To clean herself up.

And to get some protection.

Okay. So the mystery owner has a gun, bandages...

subpar housecleaning skills.

Mick, this is Jack Toland's house.

The guy Fayed's accused of killing?

- I didn't know Leni knew him. - Nobody did, not even Josh.

Leni was his witness.

Why would she hide something like this?

Looks like they were in love.

If that were true, maybe she kept it a secret...

so her testimony wouldn't seem biased.

Let me see that.

164 Las Cruces Lane.

It's in Victorville.

Fingers crossed.

Rapid Trek Bus Lines.

Can I have the times for all the L.A. - Victorville buses today, please?

One moment, please.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, this is where we go our separate ways.

Oh, why can't I go with you?

Because this girl is scared, and she has a gun.

Besides, you're my contact to Josh, remember?

I know.

It's just that being on the hunt with you is fun.

Yeah, it's a giant thrill ride that never ends.

You know, sometimes it does end.

With terrible screams and bloodshed.

Still, we make a good team.

Come on. Come on.

Try this one.

I'll swap you.

Thanks.

You got a problem?

No. But you do, Leni.

Who are you?

Mick St. John. I'm a private detective.

Josh Lindsey hired me to get you back to L.A. Safely.

Well, I'm not going back.

- Don't come any closer. - I'm here to protect you.

- Yeah, that's what the cops said. - Listen...

When I get shot...

- it still hurts like hell. - Oh, my God, are you okay?

But I know it won 't last for long.

I'm okay, you missed me.

I've never even fired a gun before. My boyfriend always said I should learn...

- Your boyfriend? - Just in case.

Jack Toland?

I've been to his house. I know you two were involved.

So I'm supposed to trust you?

If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

I just wanna talk.

You hungry?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Come on. Come on in.

Mick seems pretty confident he can get the jump on her.

Seems like he could get the jump on just about anyone.

Josh, I just got this... Beth, hey.

When you gonna run away with me?

Oh, I think one DA's enough for me.

Ah, but you'll always wonder if it was the right one.

Anything from the call log?

Ten-thirty, Colden called a cell phone...

paid for by none other than Amir Fayed.

Are you serious? Colden called the hit on his own safe house?

Frigging dirty cop on the take.

I doubt if he expected to be part of the body count.

- Looks like our leak was plugged. - Lf Colden was our leak.

- You think there's more? - I don't know.

Either way, I wanna follow up on this cell-phone call.

Yeah, hi, this is Deputy DA Lindsey for Judge Howard.

I need a warrant.

Yes. I know he's on the course.

I'll get backup. Meet you out front in five.

Make sure he gets back to me. I need this today.

When I get thirsty, I start to see blood everywhere.

Even the damn tomato juice made me think...

that maybe I'd found a vamp-friendly vending machine.

Thank you.

So why were you working for Fayed, anyway?

I was his daughter's nanny.

It's not Mara's fault her dad's a sociopath.

What happened?

I went downstairs to get Mara a glass of water...

and I heard shouting.

It was the night Mr. Fayed found out that Jack was talking to the cops.

Fayed just lost it.

Right there in the living room, he just...

shot Jack.

I couldn't even scream.

I mean, it was like I was frozen.

Probably saved your life.

Oh, I see what you're doing.

Trying to be all friendly, all "you can talk to me."

I already told you, I am not testifying.

You went to the DA. You wanted to testify.

You cared so much about this guy.

Don't you wanna see some justice for him?

Jack. "This guy"? His name is Jack.

And I got him killed.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

He's not just some thug.

He was a good guy trying to go straight.

For you.

Yeah. For me.

The human heartbeat is always there in the background.

But I finally understood the strange echo I'd been hearing.

A smaller-but-faster heartbeat.

You're protecting the baby.

How did you know I'm pregnant?

It makes sense. You ran instead of calling Josh...

because you knew it wasrt just your life you were risking anymore...

right?

The guard at the gate should have told you, Mr. Fayed isn't home.

Heh, heh, well, if he isn't, he's violating the terms of his parole.

Got a warrant.

Hi.

- Hello? - Beth, it's Mick.

- I'm with Leni. - Oh, thank God.

She was in Victorville.

Yeah. I think she's gonna let me bring her back.

- Why wouldn't she wanna come back? - She's pregnant.

Oh.

You gotta handle her carefully, Mick. Reassure her.

Yeah, well, it's not really my forte, but I'll try.

Okay, I'll get Josh. Josh.

- Did he get her? - Yes.

Mick. All right, sit tight.

I wanna have local cops escort you guys in.

- What do you think? - Yeah, I worked with them last year.

Okay, Victorville P.D. Will be there within the hour.

An hour?

I don't need an escort, okay? I'm better on my own.

That wasn 't a request.

Mick?

Come on, honey.

- You okay? - Yeah, uh.

I'm almost three months in.

- I heard it gets better. - It's all gonna get better.

- You got kids? - No.

No, I don't.

Well, if it's a boy, maybe I'll call him Mick.

You should call him Jack.

Jack's a good name.

I want justice for Jack.

But...

Look at me.

You come with me...

I'm gonna protect you both, I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

Let's go.

Right, there.

My lawyer is on his way.

M.B.A. From Stanford...

figured you could read a simple warrant.

It's not bad enough you torment me in court.

Now you invade my home on a Sunday?

Home? Looks more like visiting day in San Quentin.

Cell-phone records. What is this?

We're investigating a suspicious call to your phone.

Cell phone I pay for. There are dozens.

My family, my staff, my associates.

Well, how about we get your associates' cell phones out here on the table now?

- What will that prove? - Maybe nothing.

Maybe a lot.

Ringers on, fellows.

Hey, you're Mara, right?

I'm Beth, a friend of Leni's.

I miss Leni. She used to take me to the beach.

- Well, she's safe. - I know.

- How do you know she's safe? - I'm not supposed to say.

If my dad found out... He's really mad at her.

Oh, that's okay. I won't tell your dad, I promise.

Did Leni call you last night?

It was my birthday.

- Can I see your cell phone? - Yeah.

Thank you.

Josh, it's me.

Don 't say anything.

Just come outside.

Officer Colden didn 't call this number.

Leni did.

I show Squad Car 18 not responding.

All units, Squad Car 18 reported stolen.

Mr. St. John? I'm Officer Clark, Victorville P.D.

Supposed to give you an escort back to L.A.

I told the DA I didn't need an escort.

I just know what I was told.

Must be hot in that jacket today.

- I never get hot. - Cold as ice, huh?

Something like that. Your girl ready to go?

Yeah, she's resting up in the ladies' room. I'll get her.

You know what?

She's a little overwhelmed at the moment.

Why don't you wait here?

Sure.

Leni used the cop 's phone to call the little girl?

Yeah, a phone her dad pays for.

- That call had nothing to do with the hit. - Which means there's still a leak.

Call Mick. Tell him to get Leni out of there.

I tried. The call won't go through.

Excuse me.

LENl: What's going on? Why'd we steal a cop car?

To put miles between us. Damn it. Still no signal.

- Miles between who? - Us and the guy sent to kill you.

What? How did he find us?

Doesrt matter. Now it's about losing him.

- What? - You had to piss off an arms dealer...

didn't you?

- Look out! - Hold on.

- Get out. - What?

Do it. Get out, get out.

Shut the door.

Great.

Are you okay? LENl: Yeah.

Just a little freaked out.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I will be, as soon as we can get out of here.

The police. Do you think we can still trust them?

I'm probably gonna regret this...

but we're not gonna stick around to find out.

Come on.

Thanks.

Well?

That was Victorville P.D.

On the way to the bus station, they found a fresh accident scene.

Apparently, Mick and Leni stole a police cruiser.

They were attacked.

Looks like they're dead.

Dead?

There must be some mistake.

The car was in flames. It's too hot to even get close.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

You got a big problem.

Mick didn't talk to anyone but you and I.

Are you suggesting that I'm the leak?

I'm saying someone on your team is responsible...

and you should find out who.

When I was still human, I survived the Battle of the Bulge.

Six weeks in a trench in the Ardennes.

Coldest winter I ever felt.

My buddy lost a foot to frostbite.

I thought that was hell.

I was wrong.

LENl: You look dehydrated.

Do you wanna stop for a while?

We can't.

Vampire survival instincts are simple.

If you're dying, you need blood.

Doesn 't matter that I'd sworn to protect Leni and her baby.

If I can 't get blood any other way, I'll have to feed on her.

I won 't be able to stop myself.

Mick, look.

Um, maybe you should lie down.

Mick.

Find the ice machine. Get a lot.

Please go. Go.

Go.

Ice.

I raided the minibar.

- For you. - No.

We have to get you to a hospital.

This is not just regular dehydration.

Something is seriously wrong.

No hospitals. Just keep trying to get a signal.

Call the number I gave you. Ask for Beth.

Just talk to her.

Only Beth.

- Who is she? - I trust her.

Hey, is she your girlfriend?

No.

It's complicated.

Is there anything else I can do?

Mick.

- Please, you must leave. - No, I wanna stay here with you.

Call Beth.

Go.

Go.

- Beth Turner. LENl: Hi.

It's Leni Hayes.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

Is Mick all right? Can you put him on the line?

Mick's not doing too good.

We had to walk a couple miles to get to this old motel.

And it was hot.

- Really hot. - But he's alive?

Yes.

- He's alive. - Tell me where you are.

Mick, I spoke to Beth. She's coming.

Mick?

Mick?

Mick? Ahh!

Mick?

Did you hear me?

- Beth's coming. - Get out.

Get out, Leni, get out now.

What do you get when you put a vampire in the desert?

Maybe no more vampire.

- You wanted to see us? - Yeah.

Come in.

We just heard from Wetherly that the cruiser was nuked.

But there are no signs of bodies inside.

I know. Beth just talked to them.

Our witness is safe.

That's great.

Victorville P.D. Will babysit tonight, bring her in first thing tomorrow.

St. Johrs giving them a debrief on what happened.

What the hell did happen?

Leni, I'm Beth.

- You have to help him. - Where is he?

In here.

- I think he's dying. - Stay here.

Mick. Mick.

Mick.

Stay with me.

Stay with me. Mick.

- You're burning up. - I bit her.

I'll die before I feed on her.

Mick, Leni's in the other room. She's fine.

I guess...

I guess I am a delicate flower.

I guess you are.

Take Leni back.

Get her out of here. He's coming.

- I'm not leaving. - You have to protect her now.

You're dying.

I don't know how to do this...

but I know you need it, so...

No. Get out. Get out!

- You need blood. - No, not yours.

- Look... - Not like this.

I want to do this.

What do you do when the one thing you need to save your life...

is the one thing that would make life unbearable?

I know you won't kill me...

and I know you wouldn't try to turn me either.

I've got this vampire friend who's been explaining this stuff.

At some point...

you're gonna have to stop me.

Victorville P.D. Till 0600 tomorrow.

You want the address?

- Josh, man, I can explain. - Really?

It looks like you just dialed Fayed.

I got in a little bit over my head. You know, March Madness.

This guy came to me. He told me he could give me a clear slate.

- We're friends, man. - That just makes it worse.

Leni?

Scream and you're dead. Scream and you're dead.

Where's the girl?

Are you okay?

Mick, are you okay?

Yeah, I feel better.

In the Jack Toland murder case...

Deputy D A Josh Lindsey confirmed that it was the testimony...

of Fayed's nanny, Leni Hayes, that clinched the trial.

Charges are also being brought against Fayed...

for the brutal safe-house murders of two L.A.P.D. Officers...

Good guys win, day is saved.

You know the rest.

- How's the arm? - Oh, okay.

It's all my fault, I'm such a klutz.

- Lucky thing you're so good-looking. - Heh.

Listen, I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about before.

When you thought Mick was dead, um...

I wasrt very understanding.

I didn't mean to accuse you. I was just upset.

Well, it worked out okay.

We make a pretty good team, don't you think?

Maybe it was her blood in my veins that let me feel her.

The beating of her very living heart.

Or maybe we've always been connected.

Either way...

being near me puts her in danger.

So it has to stop.