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Well that doesn't look good.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Just stay here.

I think somebody just went over!

Hey, call 911. There's a dead guy down here.

Pulled some strings with the local cops. If anyone asks, we're feds. Any special

unit? Narcotics.

Hold on a second, guys.

Though I doubt drugs has anything to do with what's in this body bag.

Don't you mean who?

Not so much.

Oh, dear God.

Yeah. That's all that's left of one Thomas Rayburn.

Sliced and diced.

His wife's body was found over this way.

The wound pattern's the same as her husband's.

Cuts are uneven.

Some deep, some superficial.

The attack was fierce.

Frenzied. Yeah.

Doesn't look like she had much time to put up a fight.

Do you think we could spin this as a wild animal attack?

I don't know.

There's no tracks around here, just footprints.

Okay, so the way I figure it, husband and wife spot this wreck.

Husband goes to investigate, and when he doesn't come back, wife follows.

It was her voice we heard on the 911 call. She said her husband found a dead

body.

Judging from the blood spatter, I'm guessing major chest wound.

Steering column probably punched right through the heart.

That would be instantaneous.

Yeah.

So then where's the body?

Hey, did you get that link I emailed you or the security camera footage of that

parking lot in New City?

I just finished watching it.

Is the killer who I think it is? Well, Henry's facial recognition software

caught a hit and I pulled a frame from the video.

Oh.

Chad Spencer, our missing car crash victim.

24 years old and clearly very much alive.

He's a trust fund baby on his fourth Ivy League tour.

Ah.

Who walks away from a crash like that?

Actually, what am I saying? We know a lot of people walk away from a crash

like that. Question is, why hasn't he been in touch with his family or any of

his friends? Uh, he has.

This is Darren Wilson, the other guy in the footage, reported missing two days

ago. Darren is Chad's roommate.

From another wealthy family.

And yet it's not a kidnapping scheme. There have been no ransom demands.

Okay, so what do we got? We got a dead man walks away from a crash, becomes

homicidal.

Run the data again. There's obviously a common denominator we're overlooking.

See if anyone else has disappeared.

Yeah.

Hey, you know, this would be a lot easier with Henry's help. He's

unavailable. Why again?

He's on a mission of utmost importance. I was sworn to absolute secrecy.

Wait a second.

San Diego Comic-Con?

That's the mission of utmost importance? You did not hear it from me.

Where's the big guy?

He's with them. It's one of the few places he actually blends in.

Okay, great. So they're fanboys.

Working with fanboys.

Darren, what the hell?

I got your text.

Where have you been?

Don't worry about it.

It's all good.

Your parents have been calling me. They're freaking out. Sure they have.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Take it easy.

Darren, stop.

Chad?

Holy crap.

It's nice to see you too, Laura.

Okay, but I... I went to your memorial service.

Yeah, it's a shame I had to miss it.

I heard it was nice.

Oh, it was beautiful, buddy.

Okay, you guys are really freaking me out. Just relax.

We're all friends here.

What the hell's going on?

I wanted to at first, but then I remember that week that we had spent at

that Mexican clinic.

And?

And... I'm just saying... And it all made sense.

Welcome to the club.

Any luck so far? Just had a report of another missing kid.

And? That common denominator that Magnus was looking for.

You found it?

Well, out of sheer desperation I ran the names through the North American

Security Institute.

You don't seriously think they're terrorists?

No, but check this out.

The NASI also monitors customs and immigration.

And it looks like all these missing kids recently spent time in Mexico.

On vacation.

Just the opposite.

So they checked into a drug clinic. Very expensive, very exclusive.

Headed by the noted Viennese scientist, Dr. Heinrich Baumschlager. Never heard

of him.

Place is called La Casa de la Nueva Vida.

Ah, the house of new life. And it appears to be living up to its name.

I'll tell Dr.

Baumschlager you're here.

Thank you.

Gracias.

Plastic.

Why do I get the feeling we're going to sit through a timeshare pitch?

Because there's something a tad dodgy about all of this.

Yeah. Well, the crash forensics came up, zilch.

Right now we have nothing.

None of this makes any sense.

El Dr. Rosina.

On the contrary.

Now it makes perfect sense.

Hola, amigos.

And right over here, we have our friendship lanai. It's a small, intimate

space. for sharing. Nicola, we're not here for the tour. I notice you do seem

a bit on edge. Might I suggest one of our green tea detox massages? It makes

you feel a hundred again.

We know what's going on here.

And I don't like the tone of your voice.

And we don't like being lied to, so... Why are you people always so ready to

think the worst of me?

You've seen my facilities for yourself.

You don't honestly expect us to believe that you are running a detox clinic.

Yeah, you're a...

You're not exactly the philanthropic type. I never said I wasn't making a

profit, but in return, I provide a public service.

I'm waiting.

Wealthy parents ship their drug-addled teenagers to me. They arrive, their poor

little bodies wracked by the best designer drugs trust funds can buy. It

breaks your heart.

But then after one week of my treatment, I send them home to Mater and Pater,

completely cured of all addictions. Whoa.

One week? Mm-hmm.

That's impossible.

Which part of I'm a genius aren't you getting?

Less ego, more facts, please.

All right.

Do you remember that weapon I invented to combat the Cabal's super abnormals?

Yes, all too well.

This may go over your head. Just try to play along.

Suffice it to say, I redesigned the biotechnology core, creating a blood

matrix scrubber with selective protein inhibitors. Enough!

Whatever you've done to these young people, Nicola, they're disappearing.

As in?

Something's killing them and stealing their bodies.

You don't say.

Come on, out with it.

I want to hear you say the words.

All right.

I may have... sort of... Spill it, Nicola.

...turned them into vampires.

Solid. Admittedly, I was too impatient with my previous experiments.

They were imperfect.

They were homicidal.

Semantics.

This time it's different.

How? You would still have had to use your own blood.

Yes, but I programmed the little tyke's DNA for a time release of the vampire

gene. 30 years minimum for the metamorphosis to complete. Time release?

We're talking about ancient vampire blood here. It's not cold medication.

Same principle, Junior.

I thought that if I slowed down the genetic mutation, I'd sidestep the

antibody rejection which was plaguing my former subjects.

Well, clearly something went wrong. Clearly.

How many subjects did you treat here?

Oh, man.

Enough to raise a little hell.

I can smell your blood.

You want to taste me?

Yummy.

Chad?

You gotta see this, man.

Yeah, um, now is not a good time. Would you hear me out, please?

So listen, I hired this hacker to break through Dr.

Frankenstein's firewalls, right? And most of what we found were medical

journals, records of his experiments, that kind of stuff. But then I also

found... This.

What is it?

It's a history of vampires, Laura, but nothing like I've ever heard before.

Well, what does it say?

Vampires were once the best and brightest race on the planet.

So many of the great minds were bloodsuckers.

The humans bowed down to us?

We were mortals?

Kings? King of the world.

I like the sound of that.

Yeah.

So do I.

I think it's time to rebuild the Empire.

I don't know. I don't get it. I adhered to all the protocols. Have a look for

yourself.

And yet the incubation period was drastically truncated.

Instant vampires.

So maybe there's some sort of environmental variable I didn't take

into account.

More like weather, diet, lifestyle?

Death.

Death?

Death would be the last thing that an immortal would think of.

This first kid died in a car accident. And then showed up two days later alive.

Chad Spencer.

Yes, I remember him. Alpha male type.

If a human, having undergone your treatment, dies... The vampire gene

would kick in. It was programmed to survive at all costs. Okay, so Chad

comes back to life and starts rounding up the other patients.

And killing them, thereby triggering their vampire genetics.

A little bastard.

This was supposed to be my party.

Nobody hijacks Nikola Tesla!

You guys must be high.

Are you using again?

We are clean, my friend.

What's with the eyes?

They don't do that on True Blood.

Look, this isn't a TV show.

Okay, this is real. So what do you think?

Are you in?

I don't know.

I mean, I didn't get to do spring break at the clinic like you guys did.

Well, now's your chance to be part of the group.

That is, of course, if you're up for it.

Immortality? Yeah.

You're serious.

I'm very serious.

But you better be sure about it.

Because there's no going back.

What do I need to do?

You just leave everything to me.

Whoa.

What's going on?

Why isn't he coming back to life?

Wow.

Not cool.

Oh, my God.

I killed him. What the hell happened?

I mean, I really killed him.

It's not your fault, okay?

What do you mean it's not my fault? I bit him on the neck, and now he's dead.

It's not supposed to happen like this. I don't get it. I mean, everyone knows

that's how you make more vampires.

Well, clearly, they're wrong. Clearly, Chad.

You know, for the spirit race.

We're not doing so hot. Okay, so what do you want to do now?

This is ridiculous.

Why are we trying to figure this out on our own?

You know exactly who did this to us.

That doctor in Mexico.

Yeah, that's exactly where we're going to find the answers.

Yeah, Chad, I'm starting to get a bad feeling about all this.

Are you going to bail just because of one screw-up?

That's what you call dead Steve?

Come on, man, okay?

Look, that quack down south did this to us.

We have a chance now to take our power back.

If we nail this, there isn't anybody on Earth that could push us around anymore.

Okay.

We're good. What about you?

You gonna be okay?

I've never killed anything in my life.

So how can I feel so sad?

And at the same time, so... hungry.

We are what we are.

Hey there.

How are things on the land of the 65-cent margarita?

Well, the phrase bloody awful comes to mind. We're on our way back.

In the meantime, I've emailed you a list of patients who spent time at the

clinic. Find out all you can about them.

Okay. Am I looking for anything in particular?

Vampires. Come again?

Yeah, it seems Nicola's been up to his usual selfish tricks.

Oh, I'm selfish.

Shocking, I know. Because I tried to save my race from extinction.

Because you used innocent children in a potentially deadly experiment.

There was that. Professional jealousy.

You've no idea what you've unleashed.

Ah, let me guess.

This must be your graduating class.

Incredible.

It worked.

You come with us.

Well, you didn't even say please.

Nikola, what the hell are you doing?

Rude yet magnificent.

It's an honor to welcome the source of our greatness.

You're like our own personal Obama.

What the hell are you playing at?

Look, this isn't a game.

Okay, we both know that. Don't read me the rule book, Sonny.

I wrote it.

What's your problem?

This was your idea, remember?

No, no, no. The spontaneous generation of vampires decades ahead of schedule

was not my idea.

I had a plan. An intricate, ingenious design. And strange as it may sound, it

did not involve you blowing away your friends and taking over.

Do you have any idea what you've become?

Well, that's why you're here to fill in the gaps for us. Sanguine vampirists.

The preeminent race on the planet.

Born for greatness, bred to rule.

Kings and pharaohs. There was a time when we sighed and the world trembled.

We know.

We read your journal. Look, let's just cut to the chase.

Okay, you chose us not because of who we are, but because of who we'll become.

How astute.

Our parents have more money than God.

And they hold positions of power and influence all over this world. And in a

few decades' time, you would have stepped into their shoes, creating a new

ruling class, returning us to the old ways. So let's bring it on.

Now.

And if anyone stands in our way, they'll die.

Nice. All the subtlety of brain surgery with a chainsaw.

Why wait?

We're here right now. Oh, and you think that your 24 years experience has

prepped you for ruling the earth?

What are you saying?

I'm saying you'll blow it.

You've turned what was supposed to be a symphony into rock and roll.

French-Canadian rock and roll.

You know, I was hoping you'd be a little bit more cooperative.

Yeah, well, life's a bitch, and then you don't die.

Oh, what, we're gonna do this old school? Is that it?

You're not facing Magnus. This is me.

Bring it on, kiddies!

I hate them.

Oh, I hate them.

Okay. Let's talk.

You know, I almost broke a nail on the way down.

You should counteract the sedative we gave her during transport.

Yeah, just tell me the straps are going to hold.

Titanium webbing.

Vampire proof.

Rise and shine.

Where am I?

I'll be asking the questions now. And who the hell are you?

Where have your friends taken Nicola?

Dr. Baumschlager.

Wouldn't you like to know?

I don't have time to play games.

You know, Chad's not gonna be cool with this.

If he finds out where you're holding me, he's gonna whip some serious vamp action

on your ass.

You have no idea what you've become.

Insolence will only make things worse.

Yeah?

Why don't you bite me, you bitch?

Why don't you go get an Earl Grey and let me take a shot?

Hey, cute boy.

Ow!

This is unconscionable, even by my standards.

Yeah, well, I wanted to do it the easy way.

You forced my hand. So you steal my equipment, my research, my blood.

Hey, Biff.

Darren. Whatever.

Take it easy with the centrifuge, please. It's not a toy. I'm just

following your notes.

It's not paint by numbers.

It's a highly sophisticated biochemical process.

Does this chump even know what he's doing?

Well, looking through your data, I saw that you were able to create a single

strand of recombinant DNA based on your vampiric genetic pattern.

Then, using a restriction endonuclease, you were able to cleave the DNA strands

onto chromosomes number four, seven, and eight. Sequentially, you then

reintroduced this third strand back to the separated double helix matrix and

spliced it in, which, of course, ultimately created a stronger super

-triple DNA helix within these chromosomes.

Um, Darren was pre-med.

Was?

Dropped out.

Why?

I don't know. The parties were lame.

Look, Laura, you know that we're only trying to help you, right?

Blah, blah, blah.

Who's your cute little friend in the thrift store wardrobe?

Whoa, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're cool, right?

Right?

I mean, look, I get it. You were brought to that clinic under false pretenses and

you were experimented on without your consent. I checked in a meth head.

I checked out a vampire.

Bonus. Look, if you tell us where the others have taken Tesla, we might be

able to reverse the process.

That's your pitch?

Yeah. Rat out my friends, I get to go back to being an addict?

I'm not telling you anything.

And you can't make me.

Okay.

Have it your way.

Killer. About time.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

I'll just heal again. I'm immortal.

If this gun was loaded with regular bullets, you'd be right. These,

sweetheart, are solid silver.

Blessed by a priest with holy water from the Vatican.

Yeah, only us sanctified monster hunters get them.

I pump just one of these babies into your heart.

What?

we found out where they're holding tesla oh good so the uh psychological approach

worked i had my doubts but hey result yeah uh did you find anything

interesting in laura's blood perhaps her mutated dna shows a triple helix

translation please If I can find a way to break the peptide bond, I might be

able to detach the third strand and undo Nikola's handiwork. Tesla said he used

the biotech developed for the super abnormal weapon. You think we can adapt

it in some way? Without Nikola's research, I'd be flying blind. We can't

take that risk.

But you may be able to reverse the process.

May being the operative word.

Nikola's really done it this time.

His creations are better, stronger, even deadlier than he is.

Conventional means of control are no longer sufficient.

What if we can't put the genie back in the bottle?

These people know what they are, and now they have Nicola. You think they're

gonna start pumping out vampires?

I do.

And unless we find a way to stop them immediately, we could be looking at a

full resurrection of the deadliest race of abnormals ever to roam the Earth.

I

know

how Nicola thinks.

He would never create something that he couldn't destroy, at the very least

control. So you're saying there's a failsafe somewhere?

Like a kill switch that'll unvamp the vamps. It makes sense.

He'd never let his work get compromised.

Right, but what is it? And where is it?

Didn't Tessa say the timeline for the vampires was like 30 years or something?

So he'd have to have hidden it somewhere that he could be certain would still be

around then.

Right, someplace solid, secure, like a bank.

Or a vault.

A sanctuary.

Damn it, that was the last bore haze and I was positive.

Nicholas so loves Jorge's A New Refutation of Time.

Hey, what about Trollope?

No, it's not his taste.

Try Whitman. He went through a free verse phase for a while.

So that's Curie, Einstein, and Hawking down.

Nothing? No. No hollowed out compartments, no hidden fail-safe

schematics.

Just a bunch of wine stains on the first editions.

Looks like Fangboy's a real slob.

Hey!

Not to be a Debbie Downer, but isn't this one hell of a long shot?

And the alternative?

I don't know.

Exactly. Keep looking.

Hey.

Over here.

What did you find?

It's what I didn't find.

Dust.

Squeaky clean.

A .45 Bordeaux.

Bastard. That was a gift from Winston.

Churchill.

D-Day.

Long story.

Either that's a lot of sediment, or...

Yeah, baby.

Great. What is it?

Must be some kind of weapon, knowing Nicola. So how do we figure out how to

use it?

Well, that's quite simple.

We ask the inventor.

Look, I know that you're pissed that we messed up your plan.

But you gotta give us some credit.

Thanks to what we've learned from your blood sample, it looks like we've

cracked the code.

Well, forgive me if I don't applaud.

You know, by duplicating your experiment, I could turn anyone I want

into a vampire.

Unstoppable army anyone?

God help us all.

I don't get you.

Isn't this what you wanted?

The preeminent race reborn. On my terms, not yours.

See, kid, you've stolen my life's work.

And you've destroyed my dream. But really, what's worse than all that, you

little punk, is the arrogance to presume that you even have a clue what you're

doing. You still don't get it, huh, Gramps?

We are your dream. No, you're my nightmare.

You know, I really wanted us to work together.

I did.

You'd be my mentor.

Teach us the ways of the race.

All you want to do is bitch and moan.

You know, you're just like my dad.

My coaches, my profs.

There's no sense of possibility.

You know, you may be immortal, but you died a long time ago. Do you have any

idea who you're talking to here, huh? Oh, right, the, uh, the king of

vampires.

You're nothing but a giant pain in the ass.

I'll see you next century.

What do you want?

I mean, clearly, you're the man with the plan, so...

You call this a plan?

Whatever happened to the good old stake through the heart? It doesn't work.

What about all those movies, like Buffy or... Misinformation propaganda.

Spread by the vampires themselves.

Confuse the enemy, preserve the race.

What about exposing them to sunlight?

Or garlic? All you get is tan vampires with bad breath. Besides, we don't want

to kill them. We want to help them.

No, I'm thinking kill them.

Yeah. Trust fund vampires?

I'm thinking she's right.

Granted, but it wasn't their choice.

They may be rich, spoiled, insolent children, but that doesn't mean we

shouldn't save them.

It's a terrible sales pitch.

Yeah.

So it's just us against a bunch of badass blood-sucking immortals, huh?

Well, it's a good thing we have a magic glass stick that we don't know how to

use. Otherwise, I would be worried.

All right.

You ever done this move before?

Are you kidding?

I invented it.

Bram Stoker.

Alcoholic Irish hack.

Bats, indeed.

Helen.

Nicola.

Oh! Struggle and he'll break your arms.

Look what we found.

Well, well, well. The appetizers have arrived.

Well, this is the last time I come to your rescue. I'm sorry to say that's

true. Tie them up.

And no feeding until I say.

It's good to be king again.

If we ever get out of this alive, I'll

kill him. Me first. Both of you, back of the line.

Well, it's about time.

Before you thank me. Thank you. You're welcome. I just saved all of your lives.

Really? You expect us to believe that?

What? You didn't believe that little display out there, did you? No, that was

just melodrama for the peanut gallery. Then let's end this stupidity right now.

Yeah, untie us.

What is it with kids these days?

All right, where is it?

My failsafe. The 45 Bordeaux. Tell me you brought it. You were taking an awful

chance that we'd actually find it. Yes, but Helen, we've known each other for a

hundred plus years. I think I know your mind by now.

Left side.

I've often wondered what this moment would be like.

Me, new, tied up.

It's a shame you brought the children.

Focus, Nicola.

Okay,

so what is that thing?

I call it the Devamper.

You're a genius, and that is the best name you could come up with?

Watch it. If this is some sort of weapon, what's its power source?

You're looking at them.

Fascinating. Now untie us. Nah.

You're safer tied up here.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to teach those kids some manners.

Oh dear.

I think Nicola's about to bite off more than he can chew.

You know, you have such command of the Queen's English.

This thing works like a charm.

What happened?

You're fired.

Oh, this is driving me nuts.

Okay, look.

Why don't you, uh... Why don't you try to reach... Don't. Just reach down with

the knot. Can you feel it? Oh, crap.

Magnus. I'm trying.

Faster is better.

Hey,

well done.

So anytime.

Unnecessary, but appreciated.

Welcome.

What did you

do to me? You'll thank me in the morning.

Sit. Stay.

You should have stayed in med school.

Nicely done.

It's all in the wrist action.

Hey!

I'll sit over, I'll kill her.

Oh, not that old chef's nut.

Put it down.

Trust me, son, this will all end in tears.

Do it!

Helen, I'm famished. Do you think you could light the barbecue?

Doubtful they're only tranks.

Pity. Perhaps I could help.

How very gracious of you.

Magnus, shoot him! Shut up.

Listen to me.

I'll slice her, man.

Hey, hey, Chad, my man, my bro.

We can work this out. It's not too late to hit rewind.

Don't mess with me. I'm sensing there's some anger here.

So... We were gonna rule the world together, huh?

See, the thing is, I'm more of a one-man show.

So this is all some sort of setup, huh?

Well, what can I say? Never trust anyone over 130.

Helen. Yep.

Nicola.

I can't.

Well, I hope you're all happy now.

I'm ordinary.

I was looking for you.

I'm sorry, Will. You must be holding dinner for me.

Yeah, except it's 10 o'clock.

I've been in here for six hours.

Oh.

Have you gotten anywhere, at least?

I'm afraid not.

I've been trying to splice together Nicola's normal DNA with abnormal

strands from Laura, but it's not working.

Well, can't you use his research to help? I have been.

His cells are rejecting the synthetic vector he created.

Quite simply, there's no way to reverse the effects of his devamper.

Speaking of which... He's in the lab with Laura.

He's trying to cobble together an energy source with enough juice to power the

devamper and that he can't do it himself.

And I'm guessing he figured it out.

Well, I guess I better break the news to him.

Could you send him to my office, please?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, are you okay?

This really bothers you, doesn't it? The fact that you can't get his powers back.

No, it's not that.

Well, I should hope not.

The guy's been a thorn in your side for, what, a century?

Why are you working so hard to turn him back into a vampire?

Nostalgia, perhaps?

With Watson and Griffin dying, John's departure, and now Nicola... You're the

last of the five.

So? Yes, it's done. Laura is back to her snivelling, spoiled self.

This may cheer you up.

Oh, the premier crew. You must be feeling guilty.

You can't seriously blame me for this. Forgive me, Helen.

It's just my soul-crushing depression talking. I'm not myself.

On the contrary, you are your real self again.

Human. Mortal. Watch your language.

I'm sorry, Nicola, but it's true. I've tried everything I can think of. There's

simply no way to revamp you. You see how this puts a crimp in my plans for world

domination?

Not to say I won't keep trying.

I would expect nothing less.

Very well. If this is to be a wake, then let's do it properly.

Join me in a toast to happier times.

To those halcyon days of blood lust now gone. Plus, you gotta admit, vampires

are just plain cool.

Amen.

Here's to the glorious vampire race once mighty now extinct.

Well, I can work with that.

Come on.

Didn't hurt.