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Previously on Moonlight:

Being on the hunt with you is kind of fun.

It's a giant thrill ride that never ends.

Silver's like poison to you.

You've been avoiding me ever since...

So how does it work, anyway? The sex thing.

Your parents never told you?

They skipped the part involving vampires.

I saw the way you two looked at each other.

What we want doesn 't always matter.

But then again, sometimes it's all that does.

Gorgeous, Renee, yeah.

Right there, yeah, yeah. Show me that, show me that. Raise it up.

Gorgeous. Come on.

We're here with photographer Nigel Hart...

shooting a sneak peak of the exciting new collection...

of hot young designer Ghislaine Tavares.

Outfits only a broomstick could wear.

You got it, yes.

All right, let me just go in for a little peek.

Hold, hold.

Watch the platter hands.

Not loving that. Come on.

Show me sexy, babe. Let's go.

- Hot, Renee. - Steve.

- Hello? I'm over here. - Can I say something?

I think you got the wrong attitude about this assignment.

I'm a crime reporter. We should be covering a trial...

or a riot, not this fluff.

Beats corpses in an alley, right? At least everyone here's alive.

Barely.

Get up. Up!

Okay, okay.

Oh, God.

- Tell me it's not twilight. - No. I'm looking for somebody.

- What, do you think they're in here? - I need your help.

- You need my help. - Don't make me say it again.

Dolores Maxford Whittaker. Lola to her friends.

Nice.

- She a vampire? - Of course she's a vampire.

She's the vampire. Oldest one I've ever met.

We've had this on-again, off-again thing for a hundred years or so.

She came back into town, so it's on again.

Until she disappears.

- What you get for dating older women. - Better than dating a human.

Beth and I are not... What's this about?

I told you, she's vanished.

And I haven't found her in her usual haunts.

Believe me, I've been looking.

- You got her phone number? - She usually calls me.

So you guys are really close, huh?

In our own special way.

She's always been sort of unpredictable, exciting.

Traits you'll come to value when you hit the 400-year mark.

Yeah, yeah. So she's been calling you?

- Yeah. - Cell phone.

So let me get this straight.

She stood you up.

So instead of moving on, you became so worried...

that you immediately came over here and woke me up.

How much does she owe you?

You see what you can find out.

- Thanks. - Hey.

Yeah, that's good. Right there.

The theme for Ghislaine's collection is celestial bodies.

And this outfit is the focal point, the linchpin that holds it all together.

Loving you right now, Renee.

- Was that better? - There's just a tinge of condescension.

- Just a tinge. - Beautiful.

What is that? Come on, come on, keep it up.

That's not so high-fashion, sweetheart.

Renee?

- Get an ambulance. - Let her breathe.

- Come on. - Call 911, go.

- Some kind of seizure. - Hang on, Renee.

- Renee? - No.

- It's okay. - Did you get that?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it all.

- And I wouldn't call that fluff. - Renee.

No heartbeat. She's dead.

Excuse me.

You're with that video crew. Go away.

You were her friend, obviously.

Don't pretend you're all concerned.

- You don't even know her name. - Renee, Renee Beresford.

Moved here from Shreveport last year.

I didn't know her, but I do know her name.

- I've done my homework. - I really should go call her mom.

So you were friends.

Do you have any idea what just happened?

Not really.

We went out last night to two clubs.

Then around 11, she wants to go to this other place...

but I really needed to go home.

- Where'd she go? - Club Valis.

Just opened. She never came back home.

Just showed up today wearing what she had on last night.

She said none of this mattered anymore and that she was gonna quit.

Anyway, I really should go find out if someone called her mom.

- Okay. - Confirm with the coroner...

before they go ahead and move.

I'll talk to him.

Beth. What are you doing here?

Covering a story that just got way more interesting.

- Get any video of what happened here? - Yeah.

- I'm gonna need that tape. - I'm gonna need it back.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the crime scene.

A girl just convulsed and died. This is a crime scene?

I'm not gonna discuss an ongoing investigation.

Ongoing? Since when?

- What's going on? - Excuse me.

- I'm gonna ask you not to follow this. - You're not gonna give me anything?

This is our third OD in two weeks from a drug we can't even identify.

- Come on. Let's go. - Hey. Take it easy.

- How about I owe you dinner? - You owe me dinner anyway.

Yeah, give him the tape.

All right. Here you go, big guy.

- Thank you. - Hey, Josh.

I'll call you later.

- What was that all about? - Do you know of Club Valis?

Mm-mm.

I love the way the camera caught the light on her cheekbones.

You could dance on those.

Digital photography. What a boon for the tribe, huh?

Remember the old film days, no image?

- It was like you didn't even exist. - Okay, okay, so did you find her?

Before I tell you that, I just have to know.

Is there any chance that you hired me to find Lola...

so you could cut off her very photogenic head?

Why would I wanna do that?

You tell me.

I tracked the cell that she called you from.

- Wanted to see who she was talking to. - And?

She bought a metric ton of silver from a place called Allied Metals.

- A ton of silver? - Yeah, quite an arsenal.

She got a vampire problem?

I can't think of any who'd wanna go up against her.

All those centuries she's lived. With that kind of age comes power.

I'm beginning to see why you're so attracted to her.

You know, when I met her, she was building a pirate army.

- A pirate army? - Back in the day, you could do that.

- Okay, so, what aren't you telling me? - Your vamp sense must be off.

I'm telling you all I know.

No, it's actually my detective sense at work here, Josef.

- What's going on? - It's embarrassing, okay?

She stole money from me.

- I knew it. How much? - A million bucks.

Siphoned it from my accounts right before she disappeared.

What, did you give her your password or something?

- You gave her your password? - Not on purpose.

- I don't wanna know. - I can't let this happen.

On principle alone, I can't let her cheat me like this.

It'll ruin my reputation.

So this is just about money.

There's no hurt feelings about being stood up...?

- No, of course not. - No, of course not.

I got the address where they shipped the silver.

It's a storage facility downtown.

Well, don't forget, she's powerful.

You can't just confront her.

Thanks to your once-a-decade booty call...

a dangerous vampire now possesses a large quantity of a lethal substance.

I kind of have to check it out.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Thank you. - Can you believe this?

- Right hand. - Thank you.

You're gonna hate that. The drinks suck here.

- I'm not here for the drinks. - That's what I'm talking about.

I'm not here for that either.

Right.

Ah. Yes, the upstairs VIP room.

Forget about that unless you've been pre-approved.

- What do you mean? - It's qualified buyers only.

How do you get to be one?

No offense, but if I knew, would I be out here talking to you?

No, no, no. I didn't mean... Wait.

I just...

- Sorry. - What? I got a stamp.

A stamp doesn't get you into the VIP room.

- What will? - Being a VIP.

There's a list.

- How do I get on it? - You talk to the owner.

- Who is where? - In the VIP room.

- Sorry. - I'm a friend of Renee's.

She said it wouldn't be a problem getting upstairs.

Well, it's not a problem if you know how...

but you don't, so...

If you're human, a metric ton of silver is maybe a good inflation hedge.

Or a lot of jewelry.

If you're a vampire, it has a different meaning.

Lola had bought enough silver to paralyze every vamp in L.A.

Made me wonder what she was planning.

Silver.

Terrance. Where's Guillermo?

A straight flush won me a week's won'th of his night shifts.

Please tell me that's just lunch in there.

Not this time.

Oh!

This is L.A. County Morgue...

not Help-U-Autopsy. Can't just bring in your own bodies.

I need to know what killed him.

- I'm thinking fire. - Well, not just.

- Silver. - Yeah, a lot of it.

The silver should show up in the blood.

Blood should show up too.

- What? - This vamp's been drained.

Someone soaked him in silver and drained his blood?

Then set him on fire. It's kind of excessive.

- Silver would paralyze the vamp. - So would a stake.

Yeah, but with a stake, there would be blood loss, right?

With silver, you can paralyze with no leakage.

- Whoever did this wanted the blood. - But why?

I got a list three pages long of vamps who want human blood.

Never heard of anyone wanting vampire blood.

Some freak is out there feeding on his own kind?

Actually, her own kind.

I'll let you know when I find out.

- I could so lose my job. - You're happy to risk it, though.

What am I buying you this time?

- IPhone? - IPhone.

- I just wanna see her hand. - Some friend of yours?

- No, she's a model. - That explains it.

- What? - She's really hot.

- Do you mind? - Knock yourself out.

Just make it quick.

- What's the V? - Nothing, it's what I have.

That's not what got her in.

- Got her in where? - The VIP room at a club.

There was a bouncer checking people's hands and letting them in.

What's that incision?

Something under her skin. We removed it.

- What? - A microchip.

A microchip? What, like James Bond?

No, like "Find my lost cat."

People get them put in pets. Any vet can do it.

Do you read those with a scanner?

Yeah, shelters do.

But I've never seen one in a human before.

Wow. So Club Valis uses a microchip and a scanner.

How 21 st century.

- This VIP room, do they serve silver? - Silver? What do you mean?

The other weird thing about your pal is that she had silver in her blood.

What? How much?

More than if you used it as a supplement.

This silver was pure. My guess? It's what did her in.

You really gotta go.

Hey, what you got for me?

- Hey. - Hey.

So this isn't awkward or anything...

running into each other in the middle of the night in a morgue.

Again.

Look, I don't wanna invade your privacy, whatever you do here.

Oh, no. I'm working on a case, it's...

- Oh, me too. A story. - Oh, how's it going?

- Great. - Good, that's... That's good.

Listen, I'm trying to get into this club. You don't know a good vet, do you?

Me? No.

Vampires can't really be trusted with pets.

- It's... - Of course.

What kind of club is it that you're going to...

that you need to go to a vet?

I...

I need this microchip inserted in my hand.

- Well, of course you do. - They scan them.

- Can't you just hold it? - They check carefully.

- Okay. - Found it in this model who collapsed.

The morgue guy thinks it's from traces of silver found in her blood.

- Silver? - Any more than trace amounts...

and you overdose. - Any idea how it got in there?

No idea, but she was fine before she went to Club Valis.

I don't have a vet, but I have something else.

Come on.

Don't worry, it's sterile.

Honestly, I was more worried about the size.

Why do you even have that, anyway?

Oh, right. Stupid question.

Okay. This may hurt a little bit.

Okay, but I'll be fine, right? Wort I?

Let's hope.

By the way, the whole kiss thing...

Yeah, the kiss.

I was thinking that maybe that was, like, an accident.

Oh, okay.

Tell me when.

All done.

Put your finger there.

So I wanna go with you.

- To Club Valis. - Oh, I'll be okay.

I'm actually looking for someone.

The silver makes me think that maybe she's there.

She?

- Yeah. - I'll see you there in two hours.

I can't believe this.

I spent two hours getting myself up to club admissionability...

and you're wearing the same thing you always wear.

Yes, well, perpetual coolness is the vampire's curse.

By the way, how do you get away with silver?

- I thought it was poison for vampires. - It's gold.

- And where's this VIP room? - Upstairs in the back.

Good.

You're gonna do that vampire-jumping thing, aren't you?

- I don't have a chip. - Just being human is so lame.

I know, but you wear it well.

I'll see you inside.

I got my invite.

Thank you.

Don't let anybody else in.

Black crystal?

Yeah, baby.

Okay, sure.

Black crystal?

- Thanks. - Ready?

Okay.

I need another cognac.

- All right. - You got it, baby.

That girl that just came up?

- Scanner said Renee Beresford. - Your model friend.

- You want me to pull her out? - I'll handle it.

Black crystal?

Thank you.

Thank you.

We prefer you consume it on the premises.

I was just waiting for a friend. We were gonna share.

Why are you wasting your time? She's not even supposed to be here.

Calvin, go get me a drink.

You're not Renee Beresford.

How did you get her chip?

Oh, Renee gave it to me.

I just wanted to try what she was doing.

Then try it. It's all for you.

- I'm gonna wait for my friend. - Sorry I'm late.

I knew I should have closed the window.

You must be Lola.

- And you are? - We have a mutual friend.

He's been worried about you.

If it's the friend I'm thinking of, he's not worried. Trust me.

This little thing helping you track me?

- She's got nothing to do with this. - Oh, I think she does.

Your friend and I have something in common.

But you can see that, can't you?

And you two, don't tell me, just friends.

Leave her alone.

He lets you know what we are...

and then leaves you on the edge of our world, looking in.

Don't you wanna do more than just look?

- What is that? - It's what she came here for.

- It's black crystal. - Well, you found it. You should go.

He cares about you, but he hasn't turned you.

- Nobody's turning anyone. - I don't want that.

You say that now.

You're young.

But in a year or two, when he stops coming around...

and you look in the mirror...

I know you've looked at him and wondered:

"What does it feel like to move through the night...

so powerful nothing can touch you?"

- I can give you that... - Leave her alone.

- Without turning you.

Taste it.

Just once, and you'll see.

This is the police.

We need everybody to move against the far wall. The south wall.

Cops. Get rid of everything.

This is the police. Everyone, stay where you are.

No one leaves the building.

- Everybody out. - We can get this over with quickly.

Remember, darling, half the world is night.

The back stairs.

Bag that.

You have got to be kidding me.

- Seal off those exits. - Yes, sir.

- Josh... - Don't.

Pat everyone down, starting with him.

With pleasure.

- Come on, private eye. - Hey.

You know the drill.

Come on.

Thanks for taking me home.

Look...

I asked you not to follow that story.

- Be angry if you want to. - I don't want to.

But what do you expect when I walk into a club we're raiding and see you there...

with Mick St. John? - That's what this is about.

- How do you think that looks? - Like I'm a good reporter...

who got to a drug source before the DA's office.

And I wasrt there with Mick.

- Not really. - Look, I'm gonna go.

I'll call you later, okay?

Okay.

- So? - Got something for you.

Oh, yeah?

Black crystal.

What, so I'm financing a drug operation?

Not just.

- This is vampire blood. - Yes.

- Apparently, the high is us. - Where's she getting the blood?

I found one vamp drained. I'll bet there's more.

She's preying on her own kind. I should've known.

She stole a million bucks from you. How could you know?

- She didn't steal it. - She didn't steal it?

She asked and I gave it to her.

Can't help myself.

But I thought she had, you know, limits.

The vampire used to make this survived maybe hundreds of years.

This used to be someone, and Lola exterminated him...

reduced him down to a vial of party drugs, fed him to humans.

Yeah, some of those are dying too.

I know this isn't what you signed up for...

but you can't let the cops solve this case.

Lola won't hide what she is.

- The cops find her... - They find us.

- Yeah. - Don't worry about that.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

PCP, bitter chemical taste.

Heroirs bitter too.

What does it feel like?

Just once and you'll see.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

We got no drug.

What do you mean? We have 5 ounces.

Toxicology ran it four times.

They can't identify anything illegal in it. It's just filler.

- Traces of silver? - Take too much of that, it'll kill you.

No, people are paying a lot for this stuff.

We must be missing something.

Well, we got one guy that might talk. You just gotta ask him.

Look, I'm a damn doorman, is all, okay? I just...

I create a cool factor.

Let's think how a jury will see it.

First...

they'll see three people...

dead from a drug bought in your club.

Three innocents who bought your marketing.

The best high ever.

They'd hear all about your cool factor...

where kids line up outside just so you can tell them...

they're not good-looking enough to get in.

You see how this looks?

You're a predator, these kids are your victims.

I want a deal.

Immunity, and I'll give you Lola.

She makes the drugs.

I can tell you where she is.

How about this?

You wear a wire and say exactly what we tell you to.

You're not worried about the cops. They've got nothing.

We're gonna have to distribute somewhere else.

A new location will be even better.

We'll have a fresh supply of vamps to choose from.

If we take any more from here, someone's gonna start noticing.

And we've already drawn enough attention.

Thanks to you and your human girlfriend, Renee.

Lola...

Did you forget something?

Hey. Can I come in?

Yeah, of course.

- Is everything okay? - Everything's great.

I feel fine.

I walked all the way here.

Why?

I wanted to feel the night.

Did you take some of that drug?

It was research for my story.

It tasted really weird.

Yeah, that's because it's vampire blood.

Do you feel like this all the time?

I don't know.

- I doubt it. - I feel everything.

When I was walking...

the breeze felt like individual molecules brushing against my skin.

I felt people in their houses.

I could feel their lives.

Can you do that?

Do you feel me?

Or is it more of a scent?

You have no idea what you're doing.

I feel close to everything.

To you.

There's no space between us.

Hey, there is space. There is space.

You saved me twice.

- There are no barriers between us. - You just think there aren't.

- This is the drug, it's not you. - No, no, no. Shh.

This is me. I just didn't know it.

And I like it.

I wanna be close to you.

Come on, Mick.

Join me.

It's the drug.

Turn me.

Turn me.

- Do it. - No, Beth.

Do it.

It's just the drug.

What time is it?

It's early.

- Is this yours? - Yeah.

Your clothes were wet, but they're dry now.

- So do you remember much? - No.

Yes.

The drug made me feel invincible.

Like I was more than human.

I felt like the hottest thing on the planet.

Like no one could resist me.

Well, sounds like this drug gives you...

all the highs of being a vampire without the lows.

What could be the downside of feeling like that forever?

The scrounging.

The hiding.

Missing all the things that you once loved...

like sunbathing, food.

I used to love that prime rib at Musso's.

Now I can't even remember what it tastes like.

They say it gets easier the longer you live...

but I hope that's not true.

Really? I think you'd hope for the opposite.

To forget what it's like to be human?

No way. Never.

I was wearing that?

Yeah.

- That is not like me at all. - Actually, you said it was the real you.

I better get going.

I have some apologies to make.

- Rough night? - You could say that.

I'm...

I'm glad you're here.

Sorry I was insensitive about your case. I know it's important to you.

Don't know what I was thinking, trying to order you off.

The fact that I was in the club, it was just work.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

I shouldn't have made such a big deal out of it.

It's just...

This case is driving me crazy.

I really messed it up.

- The drug evidence vanished. - It's gone?

We seized the drug, but there's nothing illegal.

Toxicology couldn't get a read.

The guy we got from the club is giving us the manufacturer.

Some woman named Lola.

- Hey, he's wired. - Is he okay?

- He's a little scared, but he'll do it. - Okay.

Warehouse is at Fifth and Alameda.

- Hey. I got the officers ready. - Okay.

All right.

- Hey, look, I better go. - Okay.

Okay? Good luck.

Mick, it's Beth.

Listen, the police are about to raid Lola's warehouse at Fifth and Alameda.

If there's anything there you don't want them to find, you get there first.

Okay.

- Where's Lola? - I don't know.

- Where's Lola? - She's in back.

Get out.

It finally made sense.

The silver, the vampire blood.

Oh, my God.

Lola had made her own little factory.

Immobilize, extract...

and eventually, dispose.

I wouldn't do that.

It'll kill him.

They're vampires.

You're preying on your own kind.

Don't get all sanctimonious on me.

Humans kill each other every day, no one even blinks.

It's evil.

"Evil" is a word that gets tossed around a lot.

Like "great" or "awesome."

You're enjoying this.

Everyone should enjoy their work, don't you think?

You're done here. You're done everywhere.

So self-righteous. Like Josef.

Both of you, with your rules and laws.

We're above all that.

But you, still trying to be human, hanging onto your little freshie friend.

Being all tragic and dark.

You can't go through eternity that way.

You'll understand when you're older.

I don't need to be older.

I understand now.

All right, bring it around, men. All right, listen, we're going in hot...

There's nothing I could do for the others.

With that much silver in their bodies, they're dead already.

You three, go around, come in the back entrance.

You three, take the east door. You two, come with me.

Believe me, I'm doing them a favor.

Down, down!

Moving back.

Moving back.

The explosion happened just after midnight.

Police believe this is the site of the drug-manufacturing facility...

that's responsible for the black-crystal overdoses.

They have no leads as to the whereabouts of the people involved.

- This is Beth Turner for Buzzwire. - So you got your story.

Yeah.

This fire...

Anybody can see how convenient it is.

It's Lola covering her tracks.

I would think that somebody obsessed with mysteries, like you...

would seize on that.

And get in the middle of your investigation?

No, thanks.

L5nvestigatiors over.

DA's just happy black crystal's disappeared from the scene.

And so has Lola.

She won't be back.

I don't wanna know.

The warehouse is torched.

Everything's been taken care of.

What about...?

She's dead.

Well, you know, Lola never told me exactly how old she was.

- You know how women are. - Yeah.

She was at least 500 years old.

- Five hundred? - Yeah.

Wow.

Imagine everything she must have seen.

- Yeah. - All the history.

Lola said she thought you and I were alike.

- Alike? - Yeah.

- You and me? - Yeah.

Self-righteous, following human rules and laws...

moral principles, that kind of thing.

Don't worry. She was wrong.

You're 100 percent vampire.

Well, you know, when you've lived as long as Lola...

it tricks you into thinking you're above it all.

That you really are immortal.

Yeah.

Then it ends.

Beth, dinner's ready.

Okay, I'll be just a minute.