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♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah

Oh, careful.

You was almost about to
have to buy me dinner.

There we go.

Um, how long
have you been with the FBI?

Three whole months.

In case y'all didn't
notice, I'm Black.

So all this harsh light
y'all got me under,

it's gonna be a problem.

Y'all got a diffuser or
something you can put on this?

If not, you can dial
down the key light

and bring it a little closer.

'Cause it's either that
or I'm gonna have to wipe

some Vaseline
on the lens.

Wow, you really know your stuff.

I used to be a high
school guidance counselor.

So I had my share of
substitute teaching

the media arts department.

How about I just help y'all out?

Uh, actually, that's not
kosher with the union...

So, you're a rookie?

Probationary agent.

But even though I'm
relatively new to it,

I've seen some crazy things.

Like the Laughlin investigation?

Yeah.

That one shook me.

Good morning.

Good to see you
again. Thanks for doing this.

You ready to just jump right in?

Let's do it.

Tell me about the day you
found the body in the hills.

It was the morning I started
filming my reality show...

Wait. You have a reality show?

Oh, when you got a
money-maker like this

and a life like mine,

it demands documentation.

I'm shooting the
pilot episode myself.

Wow. And what's it called?

7-Adam-9,
Nichols Canyon,

report of a mudslide
blocking the road.

There was a heavy
rain last night.

So, like, almost an inch.

When water falls
from the sky here,

the city of angels
becomes a city of demons.

But not today.

Not on "Smitty's Streets."

Holy

The name of the victim
was Dante Smith.

He was a missing persons.

Disappeared about eight months
before his body was found.

But the mystery was, I
mean, he'd only been dead

for less than 24 hours.

We didn't know where he'd
been for all that time.

What did
you know about him?

The poor boy came to L.A.
with a dollar and a dream,

hoping to become an actor.

But let's just say,

he wasn't very realistic
about his talents.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey,
hey, hey. And I...

What? That's mean. You
don't have to say that.

What? You know he w...
h-he wasn't that good.

Simone, he's dead.

Listen, I am sorry
that the boy is dead,

but he had no business
trying to act.

That's the bottom line. Mnh.

Dante Smith, reading for
the role of Bartender.

Hey, here's your rum and Coke.

You always order dad
drinks?

Uh, the Bartender instantly
regrets saying that.

Hope she didn't hear him.

♪ Make some noise,
repeat after me ♪

♪ To be or not to be, my G

♪ That's the question

52% of men

suffer from some form
of erectile dysfunction.

He had two puncture
wounds on his neck.

He died from exs... He...

Um...

Oh, man, I can't say that word.

Exsanguination.

It means the victim
died of blood loss.

And how
did you determine that?

Well, blood coagulates
after death, you see,

and you usually you see livor
mortis within a few hours...

It presents itself
like bruising,

mostly in the lower extremities.

But in this case,
there was none.

Which means whoever killed
him drained the body of blood.

That's right.

The murderer was a vampire.

I knew I had to
bring the Feds in.

They have an agent who's
an expert in the field.

Before I joined the
FBI, I-I played, uh,

vampire detective Stoker Ramsey

for six years on
"Vampire Cop."

Oh, damn, Stoker. You look
deader than our victim.

Ugh. Don't remind me.

What do we got?

Name's Lars Cross. He's a
coder for a tech startup...

A ride share app that
went public last week.

Looks like their IPO wasn't the
only thing making a killing.

I got coffins bigger than this.

What's a successful coder doing
living in a place like this?

Let's see if your blood
memory will help us find out.

Ready?

Yeah.

Stoker?

What did you see?

Killer
came for his phone.

Let's get a warrant
for his cell records.

But that doesn't
make me an "expert."

What did I tell you
about dimming your shine?

Stop it. Okay, l-let
me just say this.

My boy here was a
method actor... Mm-hmm.

So he learned everything

there is to know
about bloodsuckers.

Read every book, uh,
went to Transylvania...

Tell them, B.

He even got nominated for
two People's Choice Awards,

and remember when you won
that MTV Award for Best Kiss?

Yeah. I-I-I do.

Uh, so, yeah, I-I know a
lot about vampiric lore.

Um... happy? Okay.

So, uh, when Officer
Smitty called me,

I-I took it straight
to our boss.

Tell me about the
Special Investigative Unit?

It's a pilot program
of my design.

I hand-picked this
squad in order to create

a fast-moving,
problem-solving unit.

And one of the perks is
I choose my own cases,

and this one was
right up our alley.

And why was that?

Well, the body was found
in a section of the canyon

that is federal land, and
that's our jurisdiction.

Plus, it was also not your
run-of-the-mill homicide,

so it needed serious outside-the-box
thinkers in order to solve it.

Are your
cellphones off just in case?

Y... Uh, yeah. We're
good. We're good to go.

Okay, great. Then
let's go. Mm-hmm.

What were your first
impressions of the victim?

Uh, well, the victim
had old bruises,

collapsed veins, and track
marks all over his arms...

Telltale signs of
intravenous drug use.

I-I'm a profiler by training,

and I built a preliminary
theory that Dante had developed

a serious drug habit and
lived on the streets,

which, of course, would explain
his eight-month disappearance.

But we had to throw that theory
out once the report came back

from Dante's tox screen.

Yeah, he had no signs of
any drugs in his system.

In fact, at the
time of his death,

Dante was in perfect health.

Were you able to build a profile
of who the killer might've been?

No.

Not at that time.

You
investigated Dante's death,

and your unit
never gave credence

to the possibility of
a supernatural suspect?

Supernatural?

You mean like vampires
or something, right?

Is that... You said you built a
team of outside-the-box thinkers.

Did you at least consider it?

Okay, let's,
uh... let's play your game.

In any vampiric folklore,
hmm, when has a bloodsucker

ever kidnapped someone
for eight months

and then... only then...
Drank their blood?

So that's a no, you
never considered it?

No. I didn't.

Perhaps you should have.

Tell me, Brendon,
why didn't you disclose

that you had a conflict
of interest in the case?

A conflict of in... interest?

Uh, no, I-I don't.

W-What are you talking about?

Brendon knew the murder victim.

We have a photo. What?

Let me see that.

This was taken at a
nightclub about a year ago.

There's you, and there's
Dante Smith, the victim.

Huh. That is him, B.

Yeah, that's weird.
I-I never met him.

You sure about that?

Uh... yeah.

I mean, if he said he... he doesn't
know him, he doesn't know him.

Right, that's a picture of
a drunken me at a nightclub

and another guy.

So, you know, it's a
good old-fashioned...

Coincidence.coincidence.

That was no coincidence.

Brendon Acres isn't
who he claims to be.

Then who is he?

A corpse with the
blood of human victims

coursing through his body.

Have you seen "Vampire Cop"?

No way an actor could
be that convincing.

This ends
tonight, Albus.

If you were a smart man,
you'd get out of the way.

Too bad I'm not a smart man.

What are you?

Justice.

Had to learn the hard way...

Crime sucks.

No way that's an act.
Brendon is the real thing.

Is my son a real vampire?

Well, I'll tell you one thing...

His mom was a
complete horror show

who drained me financially.

So there's nothing
that supports the accusations

that Brendon is,
in fact, a vampire?

Well, since I knew
you'd be asking,

I brought his baby teeth.

Look at those
canines right there.

That little ragamuffin could
tear through a steak at age 2.

Okay, okay. What are you
doing? What are you do...

I'm telling... telling the
truth. Okay, that's enough.

That's enough.
Please. Thank you.

That's a wrap.
That's a wrap. Okay.

Let's go. Okay.

What are you doing?
Okay, I'm... I'm...

I'm leaning into the controversy.
You can't just make that stuff up.

People are gonna believe it.
People are gonna believe it.

Let's go. Well, listen,
it's great TV, man.

Let's... It'll put you
back in the zeitgeist.

I don't want to be
in the zeitgeist.

I don't want to be
in the zeitgeist.

Yeah, okay. And where
did you get these teeth?

Uh, I know a guy. What?

You want some? Ew.

How do you
respond to allegations

that Brendon Acres is a vampire?

Um, well, as Brendon's
training agent,

and as a rational human being,

I can confirm he's
not a vampire.

My ex-wife grew
up in New Orleans,

and I worked there for years,

so I've heard all
of the vampire lore,

and these are just stories.

Zero evidence it's
even possible.

Hmm.

Hmm? Did you say, "Hmm"?

Yeah. Just interesting
hearing such skepticism,

from someone who
believes in, um...

Bigfoot. Well,
that's different.

Bigfoot's real.

Unh-unh.

Whatever you do, don't
get Carter started

talking about Skookum.

Well, the thing
about Bigfoot is...

You know, I really think that
we should just stay on topic.

You know, about the murder.

Okay, but... let's
pick this up later?

Uh, yeah.

Okay, anyway,
statistically speaking,

murderers usually
bury and dump bodies

in places they know,
live, or frequent.

So we began the investigation
where Dante's body was found.

And after canvassing the
neighborhood, we, uh,

spoke to several residents
who all pointed to one man.

Anders Huxley.

Uh, he had an
extensive rap sheet...

Assault, battery,
public intoxication.

Word was Mr. Huxley only
went out at night...

Which is an opportune
time to bury a body.

So we paid him a visit.

Though, in retrospect, we
probably should have waited

until daylight. Mm, yes.

Alright.

Is that blood?

Yeah, that's blood.

Door's ajar.

Does the blood give
us PC to go inside?

Someone may be in imminent
danger, so, yeah, it does.

FBI! Anyone in there?

Mr. Huxley? Anyone here?

Carter. More blood.

Let's go up.

Good?

Is he breathing?

Is he dead?

I don't know.

Mr. Huxley?

Oh, my God! FBI!

Oh, my God!

FBI! Hands
where we can see them!

I mean, none of us
really believed Anders

was actually a vampire.

Pale skin,
sharp teeth, red eyes...

He did have some attributes
that might lead one to assume

he was a creature of the night.

Am I being SWAT-ed?

I've read about this.

People make a fake
911 call as a prank

to get the cops to raid a house.

It's not a prank.

Why are you here?

We just wanted to ask a few
questions about a murder victim

we found near here.

Let me guess.

All the neighbors
said it was me.

Just because I'm different, it
doesn't mean that I'm a killer.

I have porphyria.

It's been called
"vampire's disease."

It's like a blood disorder
that affects the skin.

But you know more about
it. T-Tell him, B.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So, porphyria...

People with this condition have
a severe aversion to sunlight.

Also, it can lead
to gum recession,

so the... the teeth show more.

They look like...
You know, like fangs.

And then tell him
about Count Dracula.

Yeah, the Romanian
Prince Vlad the Impaler,

a.k.a. Vlad Dracula,
Count Dracula...

He... he apparently
had porphyria.

Left untreated, it...
it... it causes,

uh, massive, uh,
paranoia, hallucinations.

Vlad apparently thought
everyone was, like, after him.

So he would just
kill them first.

And is that why
you thought Anders Huxley

killed Dante Smith?

I didn't kill anyone.

And an unfounded allegation
does not give you the right

to charge into my home.

Well, we saw a trail of
blood. That's why we came in.

What happened to your hand?

I caught it in an Uber
door this morning.

Blood everywhere.

So, why didn't you
clean up the blood?

I was just so damn jet-lagged.

Turns out, Huxley had an alibi.

Where were you last night?

On a plane, flying
back from a work trip.

My condition means I
try to avoid being awake

when the sun is up.

You wouldn't believe
what our alleged vampire

did for a living.

I'm a children's book
author and illustrator.

Wait. You're the author
of "Alistair the Aye Aye"?

Yes, and I used to read his
books to my son, Isaiah,

when he was a kid.

Alistair was always teased
because he was different

from all the other animals.

But then he'd teach
them that differences

were what made each
of them special.

Anders turned his own
experience of being ostracized

for his condition into a
hit children's book series.

So we apologized to
Mr. Huxley for the intrusion.

And he was really kind and
forgiving about the whole mix-up,

just like Alistair
the Aye Aye is.

He loves that book.

Uh, he even gave
us signed copies.

Yeah, that was nice.

Are federal
employees allowed

to receive gifts?

So, Mr. Huxley wasn't
a vampire or the killer after all.

That is correct, which is
why we could officially put

this ridiculous
vampire theory to rest,

once the Medical Examiner
finished her report.

Is that when you realized

you might have a serial
killer on your hands?

Well, a body completely
drained of blood,

buried in the hills
above Nichols Canyon...

It... It did.

It had commonality with the
M.O. of the Canyon Killer.

Great. I mean, not great

it was a serial killer involved,

but great that you had a lead.

Oh, no, no, no. There's
just... There's a problem here.

You see, the Canyon Killer

couldn't have done it
because he's in prison.

Put there by one
of your own agents.

Isn't that right?
Yeah. That's right.

I caught the Canyon Killer.

We caught the Canyon Killer.

Ah, yes. Interviewer:
And you are?

Special Agent Mark Atlas.
FBI. Behavioral Science Unit.

We led the
investigation together.

Which was built on my profile.

She gave some of the clues.

Okay, you gave the
important ones.

And what were the clues?

Well, the Canyon Killer's
first victims were found

in the Hollywood Hills
in the summer of 2018.

Uh, all victims had evidence
of being bound by the wrists,

and they were drained of
blood before they were buried.

So while Agent Atlas was
focused on the killer's M.O.,

I gathered details on the
victims and retraced their steps

before their time of death.

You both seem very
pleased with yourselves.

Do... Do... Do your
colleagues find that annoying?

Uh, I can be very
passionate about what I do.

That's a way to put it. I take
a lot of pride in profiling.

Hmm. Um, and some people may feel
like that steps on their toes,

but that's not my problem.

She's a little annoying.

The Canyon Killer made
national headlines.

I followed the story in D.C.

I was calling my dad
every night to check in,

because Los Angeles
was... It was on edge.

Mm-hmm. I mean, you were
here at that time, B.

Were you scared?
Oh, my God, yeah.

Me... Me and my friends, we
stopped clubbing for weeks.

I mean, we fit the
victim's profile perfectly.

You know, like,
young, super hot guys

with, uh, h-hairless...

That sounded
pretentious. Can, uh...

Who cares? No, it's...

Tell your truth. If
you're cute, you're cute.

Can you just... If
you're hot, you're hot,

and if you're not, you're not.

Right. So, we're
gonna cut that?

Oh, yeah.
Leave it in. Thank you.

Sure, no problem.
Leave it in. No.

I really like
that target on your wall.

Did you actually fire the
bullets that went through that,

or did you just stab it
with a pen and hang it up?

I, uh...

I won it in a raffle.

So, um, did you work the
Canyon Killer investigation?

I consulted with
Laura and Mark Atlas

on the Canyon Killer task force.

It's where I first saw
Laura in action on a case,

and she was brilliant.

No stone left unturned.

Which is why I eventually
asked her to join my squad.

It was a complex profile.

You made it look easy.

Oh. You delivered
great evidence.

Thank you.

At first,
the Canyon killer

was meticulous, but then,
after the sixth body,

got sloppy.

They all do. They all do.

Sorry, you go... You want to go?

No, you go.

Well, you should start. Okay.

Um, where should we start?
The... The victimology?

The victimology, yes.
So... Then you got to go.

Alright, well, we,
um... That's you.

We realized
that he was gregarious,

and probably attractive himself.

It's why he felt he could
approach his victims

with such ease.

He ran in the same
circle as they did.

And we figured he worked in
the service industry... Mm-hmm.

Like many of his victims...
All aspiring actors or models.

And then on top of that,
all of his victims lived

or worked near the
Franklin corridor.

See? Just there.

And then on the
seventh murder...

Ohh. We caught a break.

Forensics discovered primo trace
evidence at that crime scene.

Mm-hmm. Purple wig hair.

Yes, but not just
any purple wig.

This was a custom job
with real human hair

that had been
professionally dyed.

It was a signature headpiece.

That's what I thought.
Hollywood bull's-eye, baby.

Is that a term?

Is that a thing, a real thing,
or are you just making that up?

Well, you know what I'm saying.
It's like a... Like "nailed it."

Yeah, nailed it. That's
what I'm trying to say.

Now, we've pulled over here
because you do not want to miss

what is on your right.

Across the street from
the famed Bronson Gate

is the apartment building
where Bela Lugosi,

the world's most famous Dracula,

died of a heart attack in 1956.

Now, Lugosi was found in his
bed, naked, clutching a script

to "The Final Curtain," a, uh,
movie he was set to star in

for schlock film
maestro Ed Wood.

Gulliver Farris?
We need to talk.

Hands behind your back.

Okay. FBI. Put the
phones down, please.

Thank you. We'll get you
on the road soon enough.

Mm. That was a good day.

Yeah, it was probably
one of our best. Mm.

We gave the victims'
families closure,

let the people of Los
Angeles rest their fears,

and put a monster behind bars.

I'm an innocent man.

Of this
current murder, perhaps.

But it's interesting
how Dante Smith died

in the exact same way as
you killed your victims.

Do you think you have a copycat?

No. Because I've
never killed anyone.

Ever.

What exactly are you saying?

That I'm not the Canyon Killer.

I've only been saying
that since my arrest.

Special Agent Laura
Stensen framed me.

I'm at the center

of the biggest FBI
cover-up since Bigfoot.

And... And how's this for
your little, uh, TV program...

I have proof.

That's ridiculous.

Yes, of course he
says he's innocent.

They all do. They all do.

I-I did not frame Mr. Farris.

So you've said,

but I've seen the evidence,
and it's quite damning.

Which means the real killer
could still be out there.

And if he is, then the blood
of this newest victim...

Well, that's on your hands.

Are you suggesting that Special
Agents Stensen and Atlas

framed a serial killer?

I'm just
looking for the truth.

No. No, you're not.

You're fishing for
provocative sound bites

that you can edit
out of context. Hmm?

Anything to make this little
documentary of yours, uh,

I don't know, a
bit more salacious.

This isn't some news mag
with gotcha questions.

I'm an award-winning
documentarian.

Film is my medium.
I deal in truth.

Yeah, right.

Look, I don't appreciate
what you're insinuating.

Especially when
we have the proof.

No, you don't. We do.

Overwhelming evidence that
proves that Mr. Farris

was the one and
only Canyon Killer.

And how dare you, huh?

How dare you disparage
Laura Stensen's good name.

She is one the finest FBI
agents to ever carry the badge.

She's a train wreck.

My lawyer found evidence

that she was, uh,
mentally unstable

around the time she arrested me.

Wait, you've been screwing
my best friend behind my back

for months, and somehow
that's my fault?

No, I never want
to see your face again.

Do you hear me? Never!

You're such a

Get your stuff out of
my condo right now!

Do you hear me, you
piece of Laur...

Maybe just relax a second, okay?

I can't relax! Ohh!

What, Kristal?!

Do you really trust this woman
to catch a serial murderer

when she couldn't even
tell her own fiancé

was stepping out on her?

Agent Stensen was... was too
busy spiraling to solve the case.

I'm the real victim here.

Okay, yes, fine.

At the time of
Mr. Farris' arrest,

my personal life
was... challenged,

but that in no way affected
my performance at work.

Not at all.

Of course it did.

She got fired from the BSU
right after her meltdown.

But to keep her from losing
her job, they conspired

and, uh, falsified
evidence against me.

Wait, who are
you saying conspired with her?

Special Agent Mark Atlas.

That's a wild accusation.

Why would Agent Atlas do that?

If it looks like a duck and
it quacks like a duck...

Those two FBI agents
are having sex.

Agent Atlas, did
you conspire with Agent Stensen

because of a secret
romantic relationship?

Nothing could be
further from the truth.

So you didn't cover
for Agent Stensen?

No. Of course not.

And are you having
a secret romance?

Okay, e-enough with
this tabloid BS. I...

Excuse me?

All of these questions
about our personal life...

It's utterly shameful. Hmm.

So, you're denying your affair?

Can we just stop the cameras
from rolling right now?

I just need a minute.

You okay? Yeah, fine.

Can you just come
with me, please?

Uh... I'm gonna...
We can take a break.

Yeah. Thank you.

Just... Yeah.

Keep rolling.

But we are having
sex.

We could be having more sex.

Just tell them that then.

Okay. Well...

I do. What?

I do have my mic on.

Uh-oh.

Excuse me, what?

My Atlas and... and, uh, Laura.

I definitely didn't
know that, no.

Why didn't he tell me?

Wait, did you know?

Yeah. What?

I mean, I knew, yes.

A-And I am 100% on Team Laura.

I mean, she finally
getting some.

When you say romantically,
you mean like...

Somebody is
jealous.

Huh.

And then the case of the
Mudslide Marauder took a...

Wait a
second. Mudslide Marauder?

No one calls it that.

On "Smitty's Streets" they do.

Your claims of patsies
and copycat killers...

You know, it may
help boost ratings,

but it's irresponsible to
cast aspersions on my people

and the FBI.

Dante Smith's murderer
wasn't the Canyon Killer,

and you know that.

So stop creating a narrative
that never existed.

It's lazy storytelling, and
you're better than that.

Fine.
You were saying?

The case of the Mudslide
Marauder took a turn.

So, the M.E. came in
to work that morning

to do the autopsy on
Dante Smith's body.

And, uh... It was gone.

Body gone.

And last I checked, dead
bodies do not move themselves.

The undead do.

Officer
Smitty, what are you saying?

What everybody's thinking...
Dante, the victim,

took a turn...

Became a vampire and escaped.

Seriously? You're still
on the vampire thing?

That's not at all what happened.

Earlier that morning,
someone broke into the morgue

and stole his body.

I suppose I could speculate
as to why someone would steal

a dead body from a morgue
before it had even been

autopsied and processed for
forensic evidence, but...

But the odds were, whoever
took him out... took him out.

So, your suspect
got away with Dante's body.

How did he pull that off?

Our subject was able to walk out
of the medical examiner's office

with Dante's body by
impersonating a morgue attendant.

He was smart enough
to cover his face

from all the
surveillance cameras,

but not smart enough to cover
the license plate on his car.

Which was registered to our
body snatcher... Jake Alpert.

So my team went to
go pay him a visit.

Jake Alpert,
show us your hands.

Hey!

Cut him off at the back.

Jake!

Where's Dante's body?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Carter, check the freezer.

So
who is Jake Alpert?

Jake moved to L.A. from
Montana five years ago.

Spent a year trying to make
it until a modeling scout

saw him working in a Jamba Juice
and plucked him from obscurity.

After that, he was
on a hot streak.

Emphasis on the hot.

Are you seriously trying to
deflect from your relationship

with Atlas like
that? What? No.

Who told you we were
in a relationship?

Uh, really?

Jake was a, you know,
model on the rise.

Worked with all the
big fashion houses.

At the height of his career,
he even dated Layla Laughlin.

The cosmetics maven?

Founder of Untold Cosmetics

and the inventor of
de León Miracle Cream.

The woman's an icon.

De León Miracle Cream.

Ageless.

Timeless.

Beautiful.

By me, Layla Laughlin.

Layla was a single mother,
working as a waitress

when she had a dream to
start her own beauty company.

I mean, she used to mix all her
products in her own kitchen,

and then sold them to local moms
out of the back of her minivan.

You admire her.

What's not to admire? I
mean, she took a risk.

She bet on herself, built
a Fortune 500 company,

all while raising
her son? Hmm.

Plus, have you seen her?

The girl had looks, poise,

and always had a young,
hot boy on her side.

She was living her
best life for sure.

And that life included...

Jake, until...

Until it didn't.
Didn't. Right.

Jake was riding high,
until the harsh realities

of the business brought
his dreams crashing down.

He hit 30, and his modeling
contracts dried up.

And Layla left him... for Dante.

That's right.

Dante was dating Layla Laughlin

at the time of
his disappearance.

Hey, uh, you're not gonna
wait until like 40 minutes

into this thing to tell the
audience this part, are you?

I hate when docs do that...

Hold back information that the
investigators knew on day one.

Ugh. The worst.

Don't screw with the audience.

I would never. Cool.

I was never at the morgue.

Mm, but we saw you in
the security footage.

I have an evil twin.

Swear to God, we
barely even talk.

We have surveillance
footage of your vehicle.

That's not even my car.
It's registered to you.

Someone stole it. We found
the body in your freezer.

I have an evil twin.

You tried that one already.

Oh, damnit.

Those improv classes were
a total waste of money.

Why were you so
confident about Jake Alpert?

Well, Jake Alpert had clear
motive to kill Dante Smith.

Jealousy because he was
now dating Layla Laughlin,

who dumped him. Yeah. And stealing
the body shows consciousness of guilt.

But for a slam dunk, we needed
to tie him to the murder

with physical evidence.

And we were most
definitely able to do that.

So, once we processed him, we
found traces of Dante's DNA.

Isn't that to be expected
since he moved the body?

Oh, DNA, yes.

But he actually had
Dante's blood on him.

But Dante had been
completely drained of blood

before he was buried.

Exactly. So,
here's the thing...

We didn't just find Dante's
blood under his fingernails,

which is where most
murderers get caught.

We found traces of his blood
all over his hands and his arms

and his face and his chest.

What, did he bathe in it?

No.

It's even weirder, actually.

Dante's blood had been infused

in his anti-aging
cosmetic cream.

Jake!

Layla Laughlin's
number-one-selling

anti-aging cosmetic
cream, de León,

was made of human blood...
Our victim's blood.

I mean, I admire the
woman and all, but damn.

That's just...

Gross. Nasty.

In all your
years at the Bureau,

have you ever seen
anything like this?

Well, let me think.
I don't know.

Uh, have I ever worked a case
where someone completely drained

the victim of their blood,
only to use it as an ingredient

in an anti-aging cosmetic cream?

What do you think?

Well, Elizabeth Bathory...
She was the first

female serial killer in history.

The phrase "bathed in blood"
originated with her... Mm.

Because, supposedly, she
would drain her victims

and then washed
herself in their blood.

Wow. Now, Elizabeth Bathory...

she had nothing
on Layla Laughlin.

And Layla got rich
while doing it.

De León Miracle Cream

grossed over $200
million last year alone.

It's the signature product
in Untold Cosmetics.

Did you have
any theories at the time

as to why Layla targeted
her own boyfriend?

Uh, yes. It's because Dante
had an exceptionally rare

blood type... Rhnull.

And what's that?

Rhnull is known as,
uh, "Golden Blood."

You know, it's the
rarest blood type.

Only 40 people on the
entire planet have it.

Well, make it 39 now.

Right. Yeah. So...

Anyway, most people have
eight common blood types...

You know, O
positive, O negative,

A positive, et cetera.

But what most people don't
know is that there's actually,

you know, millions
of blood types,

determined by the presence or
absence of certain antigens.

But there's also a protein
called the Rh factor,

which determines if your
blood is... is positive

or... or negative.

Most people have some Rh factor.

But if you lack it
entirely, you're Rhnull.

You're golden.

Damn. How
did you know all that?

"Vampire Cop," Season 4.

Our Big Bad was...
Was Golden Boy,

the vamp who only
fed on Rhnull blood.

He became invincible, killed my
character in the cliffhanger.

I-I regenerated and came
back the next season, but...

You said you watched
every episode.

That was a whole... That
was a whole story line.

Yep. I-I did.

And you...

You were so good on that show.

W-Wasn't he goo...
Have you ever seen it?

So, we brought Ms. Laughlin
in for questioning.

We found that your
de León Miracle Cream

was infused with Dante's blood.

T-That's insane.

We agree.

But Dante was never
really missing.

You held him captive
for eight months,

all for his rare blood.

What happened? Went
too far one day?

Took too much blood?

Did Dante go into shock
or just die of blood loss?

And then you buried
him in a shallow grave,

thinking nobody
would ever find him.

But what you didn't
count on was the mudslide

that caused Dante's
body to resurface.

You think that I killed
Dante for his blood?

We tracked a $50,000 payment

from your company
to Jake Alpert.

Sounds to us that you hired
him to steal the body back

so the evidence against you
would never be discovered.

I had nothing to do with Dante's
murder or... or any of this.

Ms. Laughlin, I really
looked up to you.

Single mom like myself,

getting her second act at life.

You taught me the key to
success was helping others.

What happened to that woman?

You're staring her in
the face right now,

and she is hoping that you're
good enough at your job

to find Dante's real killer.

Now, that's it for me.
I want my lawyer. Now.

We obtained a search
warrant and raided the lab

at Layla's company, looking
for proof of Dante's demise.

However, it was squeaky-clean.

Layla's smart. Doing any sort
of experimental blood work

in her place of business
would raise too many red flags

and create potential witnesses.

So we got a warrant
for her residence.

Ma'am, we have a warrant
to search the premises.

Is Ms. Laughlin here?

They're fighting.

Who is?

Ms. Laughlin and Chance.

Who was Chance?

Chance was Layla's son.

The boy genius. More
of a con man if you ask me.

Talked his mother
into giving up control

of her own company
so he could run it.

Let us in.

So Layla's son was the one

putting Dante's blood
in the cosmetic cream?

Yeah. That's right.

And after Carter and
I interviewed her,

Layla figured it out.

But instead of telling
us that her son

was the real-life vampire,
stealing that poor boy's blood,

she confronted him on her own.

Which
was a bad idea.

Yes, it was. And by
the time we got there,

it was already too late.

Stay right there.

FBI, drop it!

Do it, now!

Mom...?

Chance!

Put the gun down now.

I-I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.

I just...

She's gonna be okay, right?

Right?

Shock waves rippled
around the world

as cosmetics mogul
Layla Laughlin was shot

and killed in her Bel
Air home earlier today.

The alleged shooter, her
son, Chance Laughlin,

was arrested by FBI
agents at the scene.

In related news, Laughlin's
new "miracle" cream, de Léon,

is being recalled
after it was determined

that the secret ingredient

that promised the
"fountain of youth"

was, in fact, human blood.

Where did this
blood-infused cream idea come from?

After we arrested Chance,
we learned that once he took

the reins from his mother,
he became the company's

head scientist in charge of
research and development.

And in an effort to boost sales,
he created the de Léon cream

using Dante's golden blood.

And at that point, well,
Layla was just a figurehead.

She had no knowledge
of her son's misdeeds.

Chance had sunk, you
know, millions into R&D,

trying to isolate the
anti-aging antigens from...

From normal human blood.

And then when Dante
walked into his life

with his golden blood...

Like a
gift from above.

Who was banging his mom.

So, you had no ill
will towards Dante?

No, no, not when I found
out he has Golden Blood.

He was one of six
people with Rhnull blood

in the whole country.

Hospitals all around the world
would call on him to donate.

Chance knew Dante would
never agree to donate

for cosmetics, so...

He abducted him and
held him prisoner.

Chance fed him nourishing
food and kept him well-rested.

In order to keep Dante and, most
importantly, his blood healthy.

But Dante's blood was
basically a renewable resource.

Why kill him?

I'd have kept him locked
away indefinitely.

Would you now?

Let's move on. Mm-hmm.

So what went wrong? Why
did Chance kill him?

It was an accident.

The demand for the de
Léon cream skyrocketed.

And one day Chance
took too much blood,

and Dante had a heart
attack and died.

So you drained him
of every last drop.

I even had to punch holes
in his neck to suck out

that precious blood
from his carotid.

That was annoying.

Yeah. I bet it was,
then you buried him

in a shallow grave
like an animal.

I know. I know, my bad, okay?

But do you know how hard it
is to dig a six-foot grave

in the rain?

I just don't have that kind
of upper-body strength.

The guy was an
unrepentant megalomaniac.

And it made me realize
that if Dante died,

Chance would need a new
victim with the golden blood

to keep making product.

So we searched his house.

FBI!

Help me.

Okay. You're gonna be okay.

I need a medic in here, now.

Mr. Laughlin contacted Kumiko

through an Rhnull
support group website.

Helping folks with
"golden blood"

navigate the medical system.

Chance lured her to Los Angeles
last week with the promise

of a high-paying job,
then kidnapped her.

Yeah. She was lucky.

Though the trauma of her
abduction and torture

will live with her forever.

You seem
proud of your team.

I am.

I am.

We solved a homicide.

We saved a life.

And ended a global
cosmetic conspiracy.

I mean, it doesn't get any
better than that, right?

You know what? I think
this interview is over.

But I still have a
few more questions.

No, I know, but I don't care.

I got work to do.

Can I reschedule with
your... Okay. Thanks.

Oh.

Okay.
Yeah, I think I...

See? There you go.
Yeah. I remember. Mm.

You have a plane to catch.

I do, but I'm not
ready to leave yet.

Okay. You know the only reason

I came here to do
this dumb documentary

was so I could spend
more time with you.

You know that, right?
Well, it's just sex.

We don't need an excuse.
We can do it any time.

What if I want more than that?

Huh?

Oh. My. God.

What?

Your mic is still on?

Ugh.

Get a life.

Douchebags.

Okay. Stupid.

I'm sor... I didn't... I don't know how
I didn't see it. I hate this documentary.

Given you
were a fan of Layla's,

how do you feel about
the news that her company

had gone bankrupt?

I admire how Layla refused
to let people count her out,

I mean, just because she was
a woman of a "certain age".

Uh-huh. But what
about her company?

Her company? I'll put
it to you like this.

After working this case, I
realized all she was really doing

was making folks feel
bad about growing old.

Mm-hmm.

So you're not using any
more of her products?

Hell no. Who knows what
other bodily fluids

that crazy son of hers
might've put in it.

Yeah. I mean, who the hell wants
Layla Laughlin products now?

Not me.

Not me, either.

I bought out every store
I could before the recall.

That's just being smart.

I don't care what's in
it. This stuff works.