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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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