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Previously on Moonlight:

- What are you? - I'm a vampire.

You really hate being a vampire, don't you?

Josh.

- Turn him, he'll live. - That's not living, Beth.

He's human, this is what happens.

One of these days, you're gonna have to stop hating what you are.

There is some kind of cure. I have to find it.

I've waited to feel human for a long time.

But I forgot how painful it can be.

Are you human?

For now, yeah.

How does it feel?

It feels amazing.

It's been 55 years since I slept in a bed...

felt the softness and warmth of pillows and blankets.

Do I miss sleeping in an industrial freezer? Would you?

It's been six days, eight hours and 42 minutes...

since I took the cure that turned me from a vampire back into a human.

And I'm 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.

Or maybe these days, I just think everything is better.

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 them.

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?

- Hi. - Quite a spread.

I realized I have no idea what you like, so I got a bit of everything.

Looks great.

- You look great. - So do you.

Mortality suits you.

Well, thank you.

I forgot how long it takes to heal up, though.

- Wow. Will they scar? - I hadrt actually thought of that.

I might need to find myself a good plastic surgeon.

Lucky we live in L.A., right?

It's good to see you so happy. It's like a whole new you.

No, this is the old me. From when I was still human.

How long will it last...

until you turn back?

I don't know.

Six months, maybe. Maybe less.

But I'm making every day count. I don't wanna have any regrets.

I'm really glad you called.

I wanted you to know 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.

At the funeral, you were wearing his ring.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

But, um, I realized that even if he had proposed to me...

I wouldn't have been able to say yes.

Why not?

There is 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.

I see Palm Springs, mid-century Rat Pack.

I've been there, done that.

We've updated it to fit the 21 st century.

- Think Clooney. - No, think Kostan.

Mick. Just leave the plans, okay. I'll get back to you.

No matter how much money you throw into this, remodeling's a bitch.

- Are you...? Are you tanned? - Am I?

I had lunch at the beach with Beth.

Not something you'll be doing anytime soon.

- How'd that go? You seal the deal yet? - It's not that simple.

Sure it is, boy likes girl, girl likes boy. Didrt your dad explain all this?

- Okay, and when I turn back? - Vampires and humans can have sex.

- This isn't about physiology. - It isn't about sex.

- It's about sex, everything's about sex. - 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... - Some women like that.

You keep coming up with all these excuses.

You're not afraid Beth's gonna get hurt, you're afraid you're gonna get hurt.

- I am in love with her. - Yeah.

Yeah, you are.

Now, go do something about it before it's too late.

- Hey, Maureen, what's up? - I've been trying to get ahold of you.

I was at the beach. I guess I get bad reception there.

Yeah, well, playtime's over. I'm at Buzzwire. Get yourself down here.

- Now? Can't it wait till the morning? - News doesn't care what time it is.

- I've got a hot lead on a story. - Okay, but...

- Twenty minutes, my office. - Okay, I think l...

Maureen, if this is another Brangelina alien-baby thing, I swear to...

Oh, my God.

Maureen?

No. Maureen.

No, no, no.

Maureen.

Help.

Somebody help!

If you think of anything else, Beth, don't hesitate to call me, okay?

Thank you.

Miss Turner?

Ben Talbot, from the district attorney's office. It's a pleasure.

You're a reporter here? Maureen Williams was your editor?

Yeah, she wanted to meet me. Said she had the lead on a story.

- Did she say what kind of story? - 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? - No, not yet.

She never went anywhere without it. If it's not here, I think the killer took it.

You think a picture of Britney without panties is won'th murdering for?

- This isn't just a trashy tabloid. - No offense, but yeah, it kind of is.

We cover serious news stories here. One of which just got Maureen killed.

Beth, I got your call. What happened?

- Maureen... - She was murdered. And you are?

I'm Mick St. John, I'm a private investigator.

Right, yeah, of course. I've heard a lot about you.

- Good things? - No, not really.

Excuse me.

- Are you all right? - Not really.

- Okay, you ready? - Yeah.

Single gunshot wound to the head, .38 caliber.

- Powder burns around the wound. - She was shot at close range.

- Maybe she knew her killer. - I doubt it. You really can't smell it?

- Give me a hint. - Starts with a V. You used to be one.

- Maureen was killed by a vampire? - I don't know, but she was around one.

- Why would a vampire use a gun? - To make it look like a human crime.

What?

Well, you're creeping me out, man. You being human? It's unnatural.

Well, thanks. That's, uh, nice.

- Call them like I see them. - Whatever.

What about that gallon of A-positive I got stocked up, man?

You're the only one that drinks that.

Hm.

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.

Yeah, well, the jumping was kind of tied to the whole blood-sucking thing.

The killer may have Maureers laptop.

But she was obsessive about backing things up.

Trust me, there's gotta be a USB drive stashed here somewhere.

We don't have a lot of time. The police are gonna be here soon.

Come on.

Nothing. We gotta narrow down the hiding places.

It's all about psychology.

People hide things in the last place they think anyone else is gonna look.

- Tampons. - Excuse me?

I always hide my nice jewelry in a box of tampons.

Yeah, okay. I'll admit that's the last place I would look.

Uh, if my jewelry goes missing, I'll know who took it.

You gotta be kidding.

Okay.

Travis.

Hi. Hi.

Hey.

Hey, don't worry, we'll find someone to look after you.

God, first Josh and now Maureen.

You once told me that everyone you love dies.

I'm beginning to understand what that feels like.

No, not a good idea. Animals are naturally afraid of...

- Of vampires. - I think he likes you.

- Okay. - Hey.

It's all password protected. I can't open the file.

Don't worry about it. I know somebody who can.

- Just in time for my solo, man. - Is that all you do?

No. Tuesdays and Thursdays, I rule "World of Warcraft."

Hey, can you turn it down?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

- Didrt see you brought company. - Logan, this is Beth. Beth, Logan.

She knows about us.

Huh.

- Cool. - I've some password-protected files.

Since you brought lunch...

- He's not lunch. - Right, we're paying cash today.

Your call.

These files aren't just password protected, they're encrypted.

None of my algorithm programs are working.

Amateurs with a little bit of know-how are usually the trickiest.

Did you try Maureers birthday? Her mother's maiden name?

Yeah, and her phone number, driver's license number, social security.

For all we know, she used the name of her favorite TV show.

Try her cat's name. Try "Travis."

Nobody really uses their cat's... Oh.

- It worked. We're in. - We shall never speak of this again.

"Jill Button, spokesmodel for The Donut Diet...

recently found dead of a heart attack."

Maureen thought the diet could be responsible.

Killer doughnuts. Who knew?

Hey, here's something on Kent Morrow.

Well, he's running for mayor. I hear he's gonna win.

Maureen received an e-mail from Luis Perez.

Claims the car accident that killed Kent's wife three years ago wasrt an accident.

Political scandal. That's the one.

My money's on Josef Kostan, running some sort of charity scam.

Josef Kostan?

Guillermo smelled vampire on Maureen.

- Maybe it was Josef. - You know Kostan?

- Yeah, yeah, I do. - He's the richest vampire in town.

How come you never introduced us?

- Logan, you never leave your basement. - Hm.

- Josef didn't kill Maureen. - Like, Josef's not capable of murder?

Josef probably murders every day. But Maureen? That's not his style.

Beth, one of these other people killed Maureen.

And I'm not gonna let them get away with it.

- Hey. - Oh, look. It's my two favorite humans.

Did you know my editor was investigating your involvement in a charity scam?

Nice to see you. I'm doing great. Except for the drywall dust. It gets everywhere.

Beth's editor, Maureen Williams, was killed a few hours ago.

I'm sorry.

Am I a suspect?

Cool, it's like role-playing without the leather.

Your name came up in a story Maureen was working on.

- Well, was her body in La Brea Tar Pits? - No.

That was the only person I killed this week.

- Josef, this is serious. - No, this is stupid.

Yes, Maureen called me, and I'll tell you what I told her.

I'm on the board of dozens of charities. I can't keep track, my PR man sets it up.

I had no idea this charity was bogus until she told me.

- Okay, we'll talk to your PR man. - Remember, the Tar Pits?

Here's my schedule. I was supposed to meet Maureen again this Tuesday...

and give her an exclusive on a charity Kostan Industries is setting up...

to help victims of the scam. I even got Oprah as the honorary chairwoman.

Why would I go through all that trouble if I could just kill her?

It's tempting to always blame the vampire, but this time...

you guys are gonna have to look for your killer someplace else.

The country, the state...

the second-largest urban center in North America...

I asked Logan to track down Maureen 's 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.

Finally, this is not just a race for the mayor's office.

This is an election about hope, about family.

- We're with you, sir. - Yes.

Politicians. There's the truth, and there's what they want you to think is the truth.

Figuring out the difference, that's the tricky part.

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...

- What a great dad. - Alone.

It taught me the importance of family.

The pillar upon which we will build our shining city.

- Thank you, thank you very much. - Nice job.

We're gonna win this one.

- Good speech. - Heard it like a million times before.

Always sounds exactly the same.

- Well, maybe he's lip-syncing. - Heh.

Yeah, that could explain it.

- You must be Bonnie. - You must be lost.

You seem too cool to be hanging out with these losers.

Well, appearances can be deceiving.

Mr. Morrow. Mr. Morrow, can I have a word with you?

Sorry, the candidate has a tight schedule. He doesn't have time now, Mr...?

- St. John, Mick St. John. - Where are your credentials? You press?

- No, I'm a private investigator. - You're going to have to leave.

Did you know that Maureen Williams was looking into your wife's car accident?

Who are you?

- Has this man been bothering you? - No.

- Do you know a man named Luis Perez? - Never heard of him.

Well, he claims that your wife's death was not an accident.

I don't know where you're getting information, but you're out of line.

Mr. Morrow's campaign is built on integrity and honesty.

I have nothing to hide. Okay.

Our doughnuts have been rigorously tested. Every ingredient is perfectly safe.

Yet your spokesmodel, Jill Button, is perfectly dead.

She had a heart attack.

Tragic, but it had nothing to do with my diet. Nothing at all.

I understand you're in talks with a major conglomerate to sell this company.

- Fifty million is a lot of money. - You're implying?

That they might not be so interested if your doughnuts are killing people.

This interview's over. Any more questions, you can talk to my lawyer.

Take a box of doughnuts on the way out.

They tell the story.

I have nothing to hide.

Huh. The offer for Dee Dee's company is legit.

Filed with the FTC and board of directors.

So Dee Dee had 50 million good reasons to keep Maureen quiet.

I checked out the doughnuts, nothing special.

Mostly fiber bombs sprinkled with some vitamins. No bad reactions, though.

Okay, so I talked to our next mayor... Ah, doughnuts.

Mmm.

- Not bad. - How long since you've had a doughnut?

- 1952. - Two words: Krispy Kreme.

I spoke to Kent. I didn't have to hear his heartbeat to tell he's hiding something.

I pulled up the police accident report.

Kent's wife was driving, she smashed into an oncoming car.

She and driver of other car were killed.

- Any alcohol or drugs in the system? - She was clean.

Anything on Maureers tipster, Luis Perez?

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 e-mails to Maureen.

But it's gonna take time, so I'll call you.

I got Guillermo to pull Jill Buttors body for us.

I thought he was mad at you.

I bought up all the A-positive he couldn't unload.

Hey, you can't drink blood anymore.

I sent it to Josef. Kind of a "sorry you were a suspect" present.

Jill Button. Washed and autopsied. Coroner lists c.o.d. As a heart attack.

- What are these? - Looks like surgical incisions.

No, those are liposuction scars.

- Really? - What, I have friends.

Could these have been a factor?

Danger in liposuction is internal bleeding. Blood pools in the back. Let's see.

- No lividity. - So the liposuction didn't kill her.

It's weird the coroner didn't mention the incisions in the report.

Every scar, birthmark, even moles are usually noted.

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.

- No problem. - Thank you.

Hey, fancy meeting you here.

- What a coincidence. - Yeah.

- So, what brings you to the morgue? - Just visiting a friend.

I thought you were investigating Maureers death...

and circumventing the police to do it.

We're not going around...

My office got a call from Kent Morrow regarding a PI that's been nosing around.

Then I find out the same PI put in a request...

for Jill Buttors coroner's report. Another coincidence?

Mick and I are just following up on a few of Maureers stories.

Miss Turner, we both want the same thing. Find Maureers killer.

I know that. I also know that you have a lot of cases to worry about.

The DA's office is overworked and understaffed.

Keep doing this, and you're gonna taint any evidence you do uncover.

And Maureen was my friend.

Evidence I'm still gonna have to take to a jury.

Do you really wanna risk finding Maureers killer...

only to have them walk on a technicality?

Mr. Perez.

I'm actually gonna have to chase this guy? Crap.

Hey.

Hey, Perez.

Hey. Police.

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey.

Hey.

I haven 't had to run like this for a long time.

Hey.

The first few minutes were fun. And 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 hot dogs and doughnuts.

Please, please.

I thought you were INS.

Two immigration officers came by this morning.

Asking my neighbors questions. Somebody tipped them off about me.

Yeah, Kent Morrow. He's trying to keep you quiet.

Why? I mean, what's your connection to Kent Morrow?

I was the valet that night. At the restaurant where the Morrows ate.

Okay, and? You brought the car around, gave the keys to Mrs. Morrow.

No.

I gave the keys to him. Her husband.

Look, I knew he was drunk, okay? But he was angry. What could I do?

Kent Morrow was driving that night? Why didn't you tell the police this?

I didn't want to get involved. I was working illegally.

Why you getting involved now?

Why contact Buzzwire just as Morrow is about to be elected mayor?

Who's Buzzwire? I didn't contact anybody.

Let me see your computer.

Luis Perez says he didn't send any e-mails to Maureen.

Send me something from his computer.

Son of a bitch, the configuratiors all wrong.

Someone rerouted the IP address...

to make it look like the e-mails were coming from Perez.

Well, who sent the e-mails?

No one from this office would be talking to Buzzwire.

The e-mails were sent from a computer in this office.

- Your computer. - Ellen?

Dozens of staffers use my computer. What is going on, Kent?

This is harassment, all right? And I will press charges, believe me.

Mick, come here.

- What's Talbot doing here? - Lf Kent is Maureers killer...

there is gonna be a political firestorm. We're gonna need his help.

- Will Perez testify? - He's afraid of getting deported.

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.

I'll be right back.

- No, Bonnie. - Don't come near me.

- No, Bonnie. - Go away.

- Bonnie, stop. - Just stay away from me.

You don't wanna jump, you don't wanna jump.

You gonna give me the "there's so much to live for" speech?

- You've no frigging idea. - Well, try me. Come on.

So you can talk me out of it?

No, but people are gonna ask why you jumped.

And I wanna be able to tell them that you made an informed decision, okay?

- What? Now you're gonna jump too? - I'd rather not.

I've never even had a Krispy Kreme doughnut.

- Are you nuts? - Yeah.

No, you're not. But you know what is?

Living every day with a secret that you wanna tell someone...

anyone, about, but you can't.

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's nothing left, until it feels like we're already dead.

- You do have a secret, don't you? - Yeah, I do.

And it ate me up until I finally told somebody.

Yeah? And did it turn out okay?

You know what? I think it did.

- Mick. - Bonnie.

- Stop, or I'll jump. - Stay back, stay back.

- Bonnie. - Get him away.

- It's okay, I'm here. - Get him away, I don't want him here.

- Get him away. - Hey, it's just you and me up here.

It's just you and me up here. You talk to me, okay?

I woke up in the back of the car, and Mommy was dead.

Bonnie, don't. We're family.

- You're all I got left, baby. - That's because you killed my mother.

It's okay, it's okay.

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.

You wanted people to know the truth, right?

I just wanted someone else to know what really happened.

To tell the world the truth about my father...

because I was too chicken to. But I screwed that up too.

It was all just for nothing.

- No. - Ah!

It's okay. You're okay.

Come on, it's all right.

- We'll finish this in my office. - My daughter.

If you cared about your daughter, you wouldn't have had her lie for you.

- Bonnie. - It's okay, baby.

Oh, God.

Are you okay? For a second, I thought...

Yeah, I just remembered, I don't like heights.

- Lf you'd have fallen, you'd have died. - Yeah, but I didn't.

If you had... I'm not used to worrying about you like this.

Me neither.

It's kind of exhilarating.

Not exactly the word I'd use.

So, what now? If Kent didn't kill Maureen, then...

I guess we're left with the doughnut queen.

What did the coroner say?

I finally got him to admit...

he was paid off by Jill Button 's plastic surgeon.

What's the surgeors name?

Come on, Talbot, quid pro quo.

We gave you Kent Morrow on a silver platter.

Dr. Pierce Anders. Already has two complaints filed against him.

The patients were hospitalized after procedures for unexpected blood loss.

Maybe he figured three strikes, he's out. What's the address?

No, no, you're not talking to him without me, all right?

I'll text you his address and meet you there in the morning.

He's starting to grow on me.

Hey.

You wanna come over to my place for dinner tonight?

I've, uh, figured out how to work the oven.

- You're gonna cook me dinner? - Yeah, I'm gonna try.

Are you asking me out on a date?

Why, isn't that what humans do?

I consider myself an artist. My clients are my canvas.

- Their fantasies, my inspiration. - What was Jill Buttors fantasy?

Miss Button had very realistic expectations.

She was having difficulty maintaining her weight...

so she came to me for some strategic reshaping.

Liposuction.

I removed 500 cc's of fat from her target areas.

- No post-op complications? - None.

Miss Button was happy and very much alive when she left.

There are witnesses that can verify this?

My nurses and office staff will provide you statements.

We'd like to see her charts.

I'm sure you understand that's an impossibility.

- Doctor-patient confidentiality. - Yeah, well, look, I can get a warrant.

You have no grounds for a warrant.

I know a judge who got a bad nose job. She's bitter.

Beth, get out.

Type AO-negative. Unusual and tasty.

- Careful, man. - Sorry.

- Most of my customers don't complain. - Hurry, I gotta get out of here.

I'm doing the best I can. You should be in a hospital.

Already lost two hours when I was unconscious.

Look, seriously, man, you're a mess.

No wonder Anders thought you were dead.

Man, I can't believe I didn't know that guy was a vampire.

I should've sensed it the minute he walked in the room.

- Disadvantage of being a human. - Yeah, that and getting my ass kicked.

When I was a vampire, I would've wiped the floor with this guy.

You know, I never thought I'd say this, but right now, being human sucks.

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.

So he siphons a few pints of blood from each of his patients...

and most of them never know.

Oh, man, that's why he took Beth. She has a rare blood type.

I don't know why he took Talbot. Maybe to find out what he knows.

- Where I can find Anders now? - No way, man.

This vamp is seriously badass. He won't be alone.

Hey, the address.

Ben, are you all right?

Yeah. How long was I out?

Don't know, an hour maybe. You probably have a concussion.

I don't think I'll be calling for a doctor.

I tried, it's some kind of surgical tube. It won't budge.

What kind of psycho is this guy?

Mick will find us.

- He's good, he's really good. - And most likely, really dead.

- Don't say that, you don't know that. - You gotta face the facts.

No one knows where we are, no one is coming to save us.

We're on our own.

What are you doing?

- Don't do that. - What?

Use my crafty vampire abilities to sneak up on you?

Why are you here?

Guillermo said you were about to do something stupid.

I said, " Wait, that can't be the Mick that I know."

- You should come, you love a challenge. - No, see, I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Besides, I'd just get dead trying to protect you, the human liability.

I can take care of myself.

Is this how you're gonna fight them? This is how you want it to end?

Get off me, get off me.

I hope I made my point.

Yeah, you did.

- What? - 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.

Whoa, uh-uh.

- You hold on. This is not... - You have to turn me back, right now.

Mick, you're human again. After all you went through to get the cure...

you're gonna give it up this easy? - You think this is easy for me?

This is not easy, okay? I don't have a choice.

- What you're asking me to do... - Listen to me, all right?

He has Beth.

He has my Beth.

So please.

Please, brother.

Mick, forgive me.

Come on, Mick. Rise and shine.

- Beth, what's going on? - You're a...?

- Oh, yeah. - It is so on.

Beth, you okay?

Ooh. Very dramatic. I like it.

- I'm here. - Mick.

- It's okay. - Oh, God.

Wait, who's there? St. John? What's going on?

Your face. What happened?

Like they say, life is short.

Keep the blindfold on him.

- What the hell's going on? - We're saving your ass.

Talbot took a bunch of cops around to Anders'. The place was immaculate.

Yeah, well, the Cleaner is very good at what she does.

No one will find any evidence of what happened there.

He had a lot of questions. I told him I was unconscious most of the time.

- And I don't remember much. - He should just be happy he's alive.

He doesn't strike me as someone who likes unanswered questions.

How is everything?

- Delicious. - Good.

I was worried about the seasoning.

I don't know what to say about what you did for me.

What you gave up.

- Part of you must hate me. - I could never hate you.

But you're back to being a vampire.

I don't have any regrets, okay?

None?

Yeah, this isn't exactly how I pictured our date either.

- What do you mean? - You know what I mean.

I'm human, you're a vampire. We're right back where we started.

- I just... I don't want you to get hurt. - Maybe you're afraid of getting hurt.

I know what it's like to lose people you love.

But it's part of life.

Relationships between humans and vampires...

Are difficult, dangerous and complicated. I know, you told me.

If you hadrt 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.

Maybe you're right.

I don't know.

But just give me a chance to figure it out, okay?

Just don't take too long.

You may have forever, but I don't.