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[♪]

[WATCH BEEPS]

WOMAN:
...later, but what are you gonna do?

MAN:
Hey, he's got a knife!

[WATCH BEEPS]

[CLANK]

[OBJECT CLATTERS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

[♪]

NARRATOR:
He was brought across in 1228.

Preyed on humans
for their blood.

Now he wants
to be mortal again...

To repay society
for his sins...

To emerge
from his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[GROWLS]

SCHANKE:
Myra-- M-M-Myra, can I just interject something here?

When am I gonna have time

to visit
the Gulf of St. Lawrence?

I mean, the whales can wait.

You mean, mating season
is a month--

You want
to watch whales mate?

Why, honey?

Yeah, right, captain.

Listen, honey,
I gotta get going.

Work is just
piling up here.

Yes, I'll call you later.

I love you too.

I hope that's Myra.

She says we never talk,
so I call her,

and she does the talking,

usually about the vacation
we'll never have.

At least she's including
you in her plans.

Yeah.

Is that the file on
the courtyard killing?

Yeah, William
Bartholomew Yates.

Oh, Bartholomew.
Got to love it, huh?

See what we miss
on our day off?

Anyway, you're
wasting your time.

Maybe, but it's a comfort
to know

you're wasting it with me.

Nick, nobody saw, smelled,
tasted nothing.

Unless you want to believe

the word of one of those zombies
in the courtyard.

You know,
one of them

actually thinks
he's Napoleon.

Rasputin.

Yeah, right.

One of those dictators.

Look, the perimeter team

found a slug
embedded in the wall.

Yeah, might get us something.

Captain's pushing
Forensics on it.

They find a gun?

No. He was
firing blind.

Never saw who
dropped him.

One minute he's got the gun,
the next minute he's dead.

The gun's nowhere.

So where did
the gun come from?

Yeah, and what about
those damn watches?

I mean, six identical watches
and six killings

in less than a month.

I mean, this guy is first class.

I mean, he's real slick.

What are you, a fan?

You know what
I like to call him?

The "Garbage Man."

Just came through.

The bullet in the wall
and the one that killed Yates,

were both 9 mil
hollow points,

and from
different guns,

but they were clean.
Nothing to trace.

Monsieur le Garbage
strikes again.

We're not looking so great
on this, are we?

Six bodies
in our little piece of heaven

in less than a month.
What the hell is going on?

I'm telling you, captain,
it's the Garbage Man.

LAMBERT:
Single shot.

Blew up his heart.

Death was
instantaneous.

Oh, come on,
this can't be

a surprise
to you guys.

Nick's got the hots
for the shooter.

I call him
the "Garbage Man."

I have the prelim
on the blood work.

You want
to hear it?

Will I like it?

The victim was wired
very, very tight.

Methamphetamines
and PCP.

His systolic pressure

had to be
way up over 250.

With the drugs that
this guy had in him,

he was a walking
time bomb.

Another thing.

You saw the knife
he had?

Look at this.

He was
a knife fighter

who momentarily
took possession

of a semi-
automatic weapon.

As if someone

were giving him
a fighting chance.

Like I said,
the killer's a garbage man.

Okay, Schank,
I'll bite.

Why the "Garbage Man"?

Because he takes out
the trash.

Well, I liked it.

I don't like the pattern
to these killings.

The first two
were old, homeless,

easy pickings.

Number three
was a laborer.

Number four,
a bike courier.

Good shape so far,
but number five

is a small-time
street punk.

And now, a wired
skinhead knife-fighter.

Each of the victims
is more dangerous.

Your killer?
It's a game to him.

He kills
for the thrill.

JANETTE:
Enough of this. I'm bored and I'm hungry!

LACROIX:
Good. It'll make

the feeding
all the better.

KNIGHT:
What feeding?

We'll never find
anything on foot.

I say we take
to the air.

Use our powers.

No, no, no, no.

Where's the
challenge in that?

Right now, I would prefer
a meal to a challenge.

Have you gone
soft as well?

Have you
never hunted?

We hunt every night.

Oh, yes, the fat,
sleepy flock

in the towns
and villages,

but this
is different.

Out here, the smells
are stronger.

The sounds are clearer.

Our senses are enhanced.

Sharpened by the thrill
of the chase.

We do not need
our powers for this.

You see, there is
no greater ecstasy

than to kill in this way.

What are we hunting?

A hunter.

[LACROIX GIGGLES]

A master of the woods.

One who lives
as we do:

for the kill.

What greater challenge
could there be

than a chase
through the moonlit forest

in pursuit of a predator?

What if these people
were being hunted?

You said it looks like
a thrill sport for the shooter.

It might be exactly that.

Someone's
hunting people.

Hey, why not?

It's instinct.

We were born to hunt.
It's in our blood.

Okay, okay, so it's
not necessary anymore.

But if you want to understand
man's primal self,

you've got
to understand

it's all about the hunt.
Man against nature.

LAMBERT:
Against nature. That's perfect.

You know what I mean.

Schanke, people
are dying here.

Jeez, Nick,
would you relax?

It's just a philosophical
conversation.

But we do
have a problem.

A shooter extraordinaire
who's out there

having a major field day.

Any ideas?

That's what I thought.

Mmm.

I've got Yates' rap sheet here.

Drug busts, wounding
with intent, assault.

Hmm, big surprise, huh?

Oh, yeah,
and the department psychologist

did a profile of the doer.
Get this.

They checked
the phases of the moon

against the hits.

Like the guy's a werewolf
or something.

Well, nobody ever said
that psychology

was an exact science.

Amen to that.

We've got victims number
1 and 2 here and here.

Barely a block
and a half apart.

Numbers three and four,
here and here.

Number five, there.

Now Yates here.

Guy really likes our patch,
doesn't he?

Yeah, well,
we're so lucky.

SCHANKE:
What's the news, captain?

Don't bother.

It's the last
of the uniform reports.

Now we've got
more of nothing.

Captain, why don't
Schanke and I go undercover?

Get on
this guy's turf.

Yeah, we could
go "street."

I'll hit up
department wardrobe

for an outfit.

[TRUMPET PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

Here you go, pal.

Ha-ha!

Huh.

[WHISTLES]

[RASPY VOICE]
Hey, buddy. Yeah.

Got some change?

I think so.

[WHISPERING]
Hey, what's with the trench coat?

I thought you were
supposed to wear

an outfit from
department wardrobe.

I was.

[LOUDLY]
Here you go.

[QUIETLY]
This is all they had left.

Looks good on you.

Thanks!

Keep your head
on a swivel.

This place
is a hornet's nest

with snakes
in it, okay?

Let's lift up
some rocks

and see what
we can find.

[GRUFF]
It's for coffee.

Stay in touch.

No!

Do I look like a bank machine?

[MOTORCYCLE REVS]

[CUTS ENGINE]

[CAT YOWLS]

[COCKS GUN]

[WHOOSHING]

[GUN COCKS]

[WHIMPERS]

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

[WATCH BEEPS]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Just for laughs,

where did you
get this?

BIKER:
That cop's dead.

I shot him.

Hey, well, thanks
for the confession.

That's real
thoughtful of you,

but are you the
legally registered owner

of this fine

nine millimeter
semi-automatic weapon?

Didn't you hear
what I said?

I shot him.

He just...

stood there.

Yeah, right, well,

do you think we're
stupid, my friend, huh?

No, it didn't look
like...

It looked like
it was just...him.

Right, right.

Okay, if we could
just concentrate,

concentrate.

Where did you
get this gun?

I found it.

You found it.

Great.

Who is it?

His senses
are sharp.

He'll make
stimulating sport.

Who's there?

Weary travelers.

The woods are dangerous
at this time of night.

Hardly the place
for a lady.

Finally, some courtesy.

Thank you, good sir.

You are welcome at my fire.

Thank you.

Have you come all the way
from the village?

Much further.

Where are you headed?

There's nothing
in this direction

clear to the coast.

We're hunting.

You've no weapons.

True. How is the game?

Always a challenge.

Then the kill must be
all the more satisfying.

I don't kill for satisfaction.

I kill for food.

How prosaic.

Do you not
bask in the kill?

Do you not relish

the control you have
over life...

and death?

The night is getting chill.

I must return home.

I'm overdue,
you see.

My wife frets for my safety.

Ah...

Then have
a safe journey.

[CHUCKLES]

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Come, let us
savor the chase,

and not
too quickly, now.

Allow the anticipation
to build.

Let it rise
slowly within you,

until to resist
is almost unbearable.

And then...

then...

we kill.

Excellent bust,
partner.

Nine-millimeter
and everything,

creep's got a record,
crimes of violence.

Think this
could be our guy?

No, he was the target,
Schank.

He had the watch.

Hitter's still
out there.

[SIREN WAILING]

[SIGHS]

Are you absolutely sure
this isn't our guy?

Well, so much for
an early night.

How about we stop
at the M.E.'s office,

and see that
this isn't our gun?

It isn't.

Humor me a little,
all right?

Got to love Kevlar.

Great stuff.

It's not the same gun.

The murder weapon has six lands
with a right-hand twist.

You sure?

Thanks, Nat.

So, what's the story
on this biker?

He admits
to a manslaughter conviction.

He's got the gun.

It's like you said...

A step up.

A more dangerous victim.

So our killer
is escalating the kick.

God, how sick
do you have to be

to get your thrills like this?

[MAN PANTING]

There!

No, that way.

He's clever
and fast.

You see, Nicholas,

how the hunt
has aroused you?

How the scent of
the prey intoxicates?

How can we get
ahead of Lacroix?

We might not have
to get ahead of him

if we begin to think
like the prey.

But our prey
is a hunter.

Well, then,
perhaps he understands

what it is
to think like us.

We must do the unexpected.

I'm going back to his camp.

Nicholas, the thrill
is in the chase!

The forces of evil
never rest. Come on.

Nick?

It's nothing, Nat.

Another time.
Another place.

[CLICKS ON TAPE RECORDER]

I got nothing
to say.

Sure you do.

I want you
to tell us all about

what you were
doing down there.

I was digging for worms.
You want some?

Oh, yeah, so what?

You're gonna do "good cop,
bad cop" on me now.

You're gonna rough me up,

and you're gonna
be my pal.

[MOCKING]
Whoo...

No, I don't
rough you up,

and he's
not your friend.

That would be
too clichéd.

We like to do things
differently around here.

We like an open,

honest exchange
of information.

You give us

direct answers
to specific questions.

Anything else
is unacceptable.

I don't like
confrontation.

I hate it.

Anytime.

I was in this bar.

Which bar?

Hog Heaven.

Parkdale or North York?

Parkdale.

What time?

About three hours...

Come on,
keep going!

So I get back from the john...

What were you doing
in the john?

What do you think
I was doing?

Buying or selling?

We can nail you either way.

Jeez, I was
taking a leak.

Spare me the details.
So?

So I get back to the table,

and there's this itty-bitty
tape recorder sitting there.

Did you just have a stroke?

No, I figured you guys

were going
to interrupt me again.

We probably will.

Please...

continue.

So...there's a note
on the tape recorder.

It says "play me."

Hand-written or typed?
Hand-- No, typed.

KNIGHT:
Do you still have the note?

Why would I keep the note?

I played
the tape, okay?

And this weird voice says...

SCHANKE:
Define "weird."

All messed up.

KNIGHT:
Electronically?

I don't know,
maybe.

SCHANKE:
What did the voice say?

It said there was
two million in cash,

and it was all mine.

All I had to do
was go get it.

SCHANKE:
You see who left the tape recorder?

No, nobody saw anyone.

The place was crowded,
and I was drinking alone.

Aw... Bad hair day?

I was fighting
with the old lady, okay?

Oh, our sympathies.

Do you still have
the tape recorder?

No, I tossed it in the Don.

Where was the cash
supposed to be?

It was in that parking lot
where I, uh...

Where you shot me.

Yeah,
where you shot my partner.

What else?

The voice said
that there was going to be

somebody hunting me.

KNIGHT: Somebody?
Nothing more specific?

No.

No.

And there's a watch

strapped around
the tape recorder,

and it's counting down to zero,

and I got as much time
to pick up the cash

as is left on the watch,

and that's it.

That's all I know.

KNIGHT:
You never saw anyone

the whole time
you were being hunted?

No.

Are you done?

For now.

I haven't had that much
fun grilling someone

since Myra drove
the Cordoba into a ditch.

I mean, did we have
that guy or what?

Tell me
you got something in there.

Says he got
a taped message

offering him
two million dollars

to let himself be hunted
across the city.

Hunted? What for?

Our hitter's
a thrill killer.

Sets his victims up
for cash.

And the watch?

Supplied anonymously,
free of charge.

Counts the victims down

to the thrill of victory
and the agony of defeat.

And that's it?
No other motive?

None that
we can figure.

You sure he's
on the level?

Nobody could make up
a story like that.

20 years on the force,

and there's always something new
to amaze and disgust.

So where do we
start now, captain?

Talk to Monique Belaveau

with the R.C.M.P.
behavioral science unit.

She'll issue a psych profile,

and coordinate
with the bureau and Interpol.

I can tell you one thing
they'll find.

Our killer
has brains and money.

A rare combination.

Let's get on this fast,
gentlemen,

before this nut strikes again.

Monique Belaveau,
please.

[CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

POLICEMAN:
Hey, Mike, hold up, will you?

[MUFFLED GUNSHOT]

[GROANS]

[WATCH BEEPS]

VOICE [DISTORTED]:
Detective, do you recognize this voice?

SCHANKE: Tell him
to go to hell, Nick.

By the time
you listen to this,

you will have 30 minutes
to rescue your partner.

The watch
is already counting down.

At the end of that time,

a small but powerful bomb
will explode under him.

You can find him

in the old Harris
generating station.

There will be two ground rules.

One, you must do this alone,
unarmed and on foot,

or your partner will die.

And, two, while you're hunting
for your partner,

I'll be hunting you.
Oh, and one more thing.

Ordinarily, the prize would be
two million in cash, but...

[LAUGHS]

What would cash mean
to one of your kind?

Yes! I got a good look at you
earlier tonight.

I know what you are.

I know
what I'll be dealing with.

[WATCH BEEPS]

[RATS SQUEAKING]

Where is Nicholas?

He stayed behind.
He's using his wits.

Odd.

There's something
about this area.

Yes, it is familiar.

We've been here before.

He's led us back
to where we began!

[GRUNTS]

Congratulations, Nicholas.

To reward you
for your cleverness,

I give you
the honor of the kill.

[GROWLS]

As a hunter,

you know why
I do this.

[GASPS]

We are not
that different,

you and I.

[SCREAMS]

Now you know what it means
to truly be a hunter.

Now you feel
the thrill,

the exhilaration
that only death can give.

[MAN SCREAMING]

[METAL CLINKING]

[RATS SQUEAKING]

[GRUNTS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

You know,
this is not gonna work.

You're just buying yourself
a whole lot of trouble, pal.

In about five seconds,

this place is gonna
be crawling with cops.

You know, you cannot
kidnap a cop

and get away with it.

You're a woman.

I've been this way
all my life.

Lookit, there's a psycho
running around here loose.

If you can just
cut me free,

maybe I can protect you from him
when he comes back.

Oh... You know,
it's refreshing to realize

that some things
never really do change.

Just like every man
I've ever met,

you're sure
that I need protecting.

You're just the hero
to do it.

You just don't get it.

You're the guy.

In a manner of speaking.

What the hell
is this all about?

You don't know,
detective?

No.

It's about sport.

[WATCH BEEPS]

So why me?

I knew that your partner

couldn't be lured
with money.

His kind
doesn't need money, do they?

I wonder what that
must be like.

What must be like?

Discretion.

Is it?

Well, there's hardly
any point, really.

Why are you doing this?

Why kill all those people?

I like it.

Feels wonderful,

and it's
an exquisite challenge.

Tell me, detective.

What is the one thing

human beings have fought for
throughout history?

I don't know.

Food.

Well, I can see
why you'd say that,

but no, detective.

Power. Control.

In itself the greatest thrill,

and to kill, oh...

is the ultimate control.

To rival the gods.

At that lofty height,
power can be consuming,

an insatiable
addiction

to drink in with every pore.

What's with the bullets?

Oh, I'm just stuffing
these hollow points with garlic.

Nothing you need
to be concerned about.

They're just to, uh...

soften him up a bit.

You know, you are one huge
road map

of sickness, lady.
You know that?

[LAUGHS]

Nick is not
gonna show up,

and all you're doing

is getting yourself in
deeper and deeper.

Deeper and deeper.

Just the way I like it.

Now, I really should get going,

but, uh...there.

Mind the bomb, now.

It's an anti-personnel thing.

It's lethal within about, oh...

20 feet.

If you wriggle around
too much,

it will go off.

So will you.

[WATCH BEEPS]

[SLOW APPLAUSE]

Congratulations, detective,

on getting this far.

Your partner is so near,

and yet so far.

Unfortunately,
there's no more

underground access to him.

Now you have me
to deal with.

It's true, then?

About the sunlight?

Well!

How exciting.

When I saw you last night...

Realized what you must be...

[LAUGHS]

It took my breath away.

A creature
designed

to hunt...

to kill.

The perfect adversary?

[HEARTBEAT PULSING]

[ECHOING DISTORTEDLY]
Come to me.

Take me to him.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well!

That was, um...interesting.

Take me to him,
and I'll let you survive.

Oh, no, no, no, detective.

I'm the one in control here.

I say who lives and who dies.

So that's what this is about.

Oh, you know
the answer to that.

You spend
your whole life killing.

You know how it feels.

Why we hunt.

For sport.

Yes.

You do understand.

All of it.

Well, uh...

Enough idle chitchat.

Let's get on with the game,
shall we?

Uh, let's...

synchronize
our watches.

I make it...

13 minutes, 27 seconds,

and counting.

Oh, don't sneeze now, Don,
don't...

Oh, Myra, I'm sorry.

We will go
on a vacation, honey.

I ever get out of this,

I promise I'll take you
on a vacation,

and I won't tease you anymore.

[GASPING]

There.

I told you that
we would have fun, didn't I?

[CHUCKLES]

I must remember this place.

Come. It's late.

What is it?

I couldn't stop.

It's done.

We enjoyed it.

It was thrilling.

That's what
really matters.

Next time, I get
to make the kill.

WOMAN:
Walter? Walter, can you hear me?

Are you there?

Walter, where are you?

Oh, dear God, no.

Please, no!

[SOBBING]

Oh, please!

Please, God, don't
let him be dead.

No!

[ECHOING]
No!

[GRUNTS]

Oh, man, how do I
get myself into this stuff?

You'll live to see
another day, Donny.

You'll see another day.
It'll be okay.

[BEEPS RAPIDLY]

[GUNSHOT]

[WATCH BEEPS]

[STEAM HISSING]

WOMAN [FAINTLY]:
...another life judged by the limits,

and no accomplishments.

I held him above the rest.

How can you know yourself,
how can you understand

if you don't
rise above your limits?

Push until they break.

The rest of it,
the money, the lovers,

people like you.

Just things that happened

while I was trying
to find myself.

Who are you?

What are your limits?

Do you have limits?

You and I are so much alike.

A greatness in us
no one can possibly appreciate.

We prey on the weak and stupid.

That's why they're here.

For us.

[BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[GASPS]

Holy water.

And here. A chaser.

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

What would you give me
if I let you live?

Hmm?

A taste of hell.

[GASPING AND PANTING]

SCHANKE:
Come on, Donny boy,

you can do it.
You can do it.

Oh, yeah,
you can do it.

You'll see
another day, Donny,

you'll see another day.
Come on.

Ah. So the cross works.

I thought
it might be myth.

[GASPS AND SNARLS]

[LAUGHS]

I'm something
of an overachiever.

You may have guessed.

Oh, it can make
for a tedious life,

especially if one
is born well.

There's no obstacle so big

that old family money
can't overcome.

No accomplishment
it can't eclipse...

and one has to make
one's mark in life,

wouldn't you say?

And I'm to admire you?

To call you a kindred spirit?

You are everything I detest.

Well, well.
A vampire with a conscience.

[WOMAN WEEPING]

[BEEPS]

No wonder you're losing.

[GASPS]

Oh, I am enjoying this.

[COCKS GUN]

Where is he?

Oh, near.

Where?

Oh, that would be telling.

It doesn't have
to be like this.

Oh, of course it does.

I have to win.

[FIRES GUN]

And you have to lose.

[SCREAMS]

[BEEPING EXTREMELY RAPIDLY]

You missed him,
didn't you?

[SHOUTING]
Get her, Nick!

Shut up!

SCHANKE: Nick!

Nick! She's turned off
the lights!

Nick, she's wearing
night-vision goggles!

[COCKS GUN]

Nick!

[FIRING GUN]

[GUN CLICKS]

WOMAN: Ah!

Nick.

SCHANKE:
I can't see, Nick.

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

Come on.

Oh, sh--

LAMBERT:
Well, that is the last

of the garlic.

Has the irritation
stopped?

If by "irritation"
you mean the feeling

that a thousand scorpions
had stung me all at once,

yes, thank you very much,
the irritation has stopped.

You know,
I can't believe

how fast
your burns healed.

Why did you go
back out in the sun

at the power station?

Did you just think
to yourself,

"Ooh, today would
be a good day

to spontaneously
combust?"

She was a hunter, Nat.

First thing a hunter does
is to understand its prey.

She thought she knew
what I could or couldn't do,

so I had to do
something unexpected.

Well, it looks good.
I'm glad she missed.

She didn't.

She could have killed me
right there and then,

but what's the thrill
in that, huh?

She needed to chase me.

To anticipate me.

To be better than me.

That's why a hunter hunts.

Believe me, I know.

Am I interrupting
something?

No, just
seeing my doc.

How you doing?

Oh, fine.
I spent the morning

sitting on
a tactical nuclear weapon,

and when I got back
to the station,

Myra's on the blower saying,

"Donny, you could have called
a little bit earlier."

And I said, "Myra, you won't
believe what just happened."

And before I can get
another word in edgewise,

she's saying, "Oh, what about
the Gulf of St. Lawrence?

And "The whales can't wait.

It'll be another year
before mating time."

Another year
before mating time?

Yeah, well,
it's a long story.

At least
when I was sitting on that bomb,

I had a few minutes to think.

Oh, well,
you know, Schank,

it's very peaceful
around here.

You could just find
a nice place to lie down.

I'm sure the others
wouldn't mind.

Oh, thank you, Natalie.

I think I'll just pull up
a nice cold slab.

You know, she's got

a real twisted
sense of humor.

It's a little dark, yeah.
But then, I like dark.

Bye.

SCHANKE:
You like dark, huh?

Then you would enjoy
some candlelight bowling.

[♪]

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