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[BEEPS]

MAN: You're late.

I want you here before dark.

Sorry, Mr. Lindley.

Do you want me to come back tomorrow?

Come in, and be quick about it.

[GATE BUZZING]

Uh...

Can't you, like, put the gun down

when I'm here, Mr. Lindley?

Son, I never put my weapon down.

Not even when I'm sleeping.

If I sleep.

I'll just leave these here.

[BILLS CRINKLING]

Take your girlfriend out tonight.

Thanks.

I'll see you in a few days.

Hey.

Did you talk to Casey Brooks?

Oh.

Uh, yeah.

I called him, but he said he never even heard of you.

I already called him.

I told you that!

Now go see him!

Okay, I will.

I've been busy with work and school and stuff, but...

I will, I promise.

I gotta go.

You tell him he's gonna deal with me.

If he don't come, I'm going to him!

Okay, Mr. Lindley.

Okay.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

I can't take this much longer.

I'm gonna do something, damn it!

You tell him!

Tell him!

Tell him I'm still here!

[TWIGS SNAPPING]

[LINDLEY SCREAMING]

[♪]

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]

POLICE OFFICER: Please stand back.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Well, he'll tell us more downtown.

Man, oh, man, this is amateur night.

I beg your pardon?

Not you, Natalie. The perp.

He left everything but his business card.

You might notice that this fits neatly

into the empty sheath on the victim's hip?

So he was killed with his own knife.

The question is why.

Someone who's after money and guns

takes money and guns, right? Right.

Well, this guy was armed to the teeth.

He didn't even get a shot off.

I mean, whoever whacked him,

they hit him quick and they hit him hard.

Well, I'll go check it for prints,

and by the way, what does your partner think of all this?

I don't know.

He's still "meditating."

Ah.

Listen, Nick, I'm sure that graffiti is very important

but what about the possible murder weapon

we just found?

Hello? Nick.

Anyone home?

[BIRDS CHIRPING, INSECTS BUZZING]

SCHANKE [WHISPERING]: Nick...

Binh Loc.

Bin what?

Well, whatever it is, it can wait.

It's show-and-tell time.

Did these all belong to the victim?

All the guns have serial numbers

but aren't registered here.

That, plus a fistful of phone calls

to the old U.S. of A.,

tells me that this dude was Americano.

Groceries were delivered today.

That means he had company.

I got an APB out on the delivery boy.

The landlord says Lindley had rented here

about three months.

Says he never went out.

So far, I haven't met anybody who knew him, or even saw him.

But I got the distinct feeling

he made the neighbors very nervous.

Ah, he'd make me nervous.

Hmm. Was he on parole?

No. We checked.

Maybe he knew a probation officer.

Maybe.

KYLE: Uh, Casey Brooks.

He's all Mr. Lindley ever talked about.

I was supposed to set up a meeting,

but Brooks had never even heard of Mr. Lindley.

Any idea why he wanted to talk to Brooks?

Well, I asked once,

but I got a look that said I'd better not ask twice.

Did Lindley ever threaten or attack you?

No.

I mean, a couple of times

when I first started delivering to him,

I thought he was gonna.

Lindley was a strange guy.

You think I killed him?

None of his guns were fired,

so it must have been someone he trusted.

What?

Lindley didn't even trust his own shadow.

I mean, he was paranoid or something.

Come on, Kyle!

You were Lindley's contact with reality.

Now, why the fortress and the guns?

Who was he so afraid of?

I don't know.

What?

I don't know.

It could have been anybody, or everybody.

I mean, he never said.

Brooks was the only thing he ever talked about.

I swear, that's all I know.

The kid's not big enough

to have taken Lindley hand-to-hand.

Yeah, but he could have helped the killer

get through Lindley's defenses.

Why is an American who's not on parole

desperate to meet a Canadian parole officer

who's never heard of him? Let's go.

SCHANKE: Hey, captain, we're off to see Casey Brooks.

I assume you know he runs night seminars

for young offenders out on probation,

along with other valuable services

to the community.

Is that all, captain?

Be advised, people downtown

think very highly of Brooks and his work.

I'll keep that in mind, captain.

SCHANKE: This Casey Brooks is not only connected,

he sounds like a saint.

Yeah, personally,

I don't trust anyone that sounds that good.

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

KNIGHT: Did it rain last night?

CHILD: Yes.

Always rain.

What?

This?

Ah, this is

to put the medicine in your arm.

Hurt?

No.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

But it's good for you.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Your English is very good.

Thank you.

I'm teaching my daughter.

How was your trip here today?

Fine, thank you.

Uh, maybe you can help me.

Answer a question?

On the road back there

there was a tree cut down with markings on it.

What does it mean?

Oh, it is a symbol,

an old form of writing no longer used here.

The symbol means "clean."

Nobody knows who put it there.

That didn't hurt, did it? Not too much.

There.

SCHANKE: Kids.

KNIGHT: What?

I said he works with kids.

You know, Nick,

sometimes I get the feeling

that you're not listening...

at all...

to me.

[KIDS TALKING]

WOMAN: Come here. Come here.

What time's that clock say?

Are you blind or something?

It's five after.

Man, Casey's late.

He's the one always sweating us

about being on time.

I'm out of here.

I wouldn't do that.

I got better things to do

than wait for him to drop in.

[BAG HITS FLOOR]

Damn, look out!

What's with the dramatic entrance, Case?

First thing, I wasn't late.

You just didn't see me.

Second thing is,

you didn't see me for a reason.

See, because out there on the street,

trouble will drop on you a lot faster than I did.

Of course, you two knuckleheads already know that,

and the rest of you too. That's why you're here.

You have to anticipate, okay?

You see trouble coming,

you gotta step out of the way.

Oh, I get it.

It's like a moral- to-the-story-thing, right?

Yeah, yeah, it's like a moral-to-the-story thing,

only sometimes morals are kind of hard to remember,

right?

Sometimes they go in one ear

and out the other.

So, what we need is a visual reminder.

You got to see trouble coming

and get out of the way.

That's exactly right.

See, I wasn't

hanging around up there for five minutes

for my health.

I wanted to see who would be tempted to split, Damon.

I wanted to see who might take the bait.

Huh?

Now, you can't fight the temptation to drugs,

and all the rest of the stuff out there on the street,

just kicking back, laying at home,

thinking up excuses for your repertoire, you know.

It just doesn't fly, does it?

You're right, man.

You're right, Case.

I'm always right. Casey Brooks?

Can I help you?

Detective Knight, Metro Homicide.

Can we have a minute?

This doesn't have anything to do

with either of you, does it?

Any of you?

Don't even think about leaving.

Nice gear.

Where did you learn to rappel?

I picked it up along the way.

What's this about?

Do you know an Abraham Lindley?

No.

We hear he's been trying to contact you lately.

Oh, yeah, is he kind of a crazy guy?

Depends on your definition.

Um, there's a kid... There's a delivery kid.

He told me that Lindley was trying to get a hold of me

and that... I don't know.

Said that he was kind of psycho, weird or something.

I got plenty of that around here, you know?

So I just figured,

life's too short.

KNIGHT: Funny you should mention that.

Sorry, it's the only photograph we have.

Lindley's dead.

Well, I'm sorry too.

You sure you don't know him?

No, it's just that... The photo.

I'm, uh...not used to seeing that kind of blood.

Well, believe me, we understand.

Well, excuse me, uh,

if you gentlemen are through with me,

I have to get back to work now.

He knows

we don't believe a word he's saying.

BROOKS: Come on, guys...

He could have given Lindley a fight.

Think he's our guy?

Well, we've got a nice set of prints

all over the photograph.

If they match, breakfast is on me.

[SIGHS]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[MAN YELLING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[GUNFIRE, PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Move, move, go! Go, go, go, go!

Move, move, move, move!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Ou est le Vietcong?

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

LAMBERT: Cause of death is a full-thickness laceration

from the left inferior sternocleidal mastoid muscle

to the right mid-sternum,

severing both carotid and jugular.

Of note, numerous old injuries

suggestive of buckshot or shrapnel

in the left thigh, buttocks and lower back.

Come here.

See the jagged edge of the wound?

Yeah.

It's not a clean incision. It was torn.

What's the point?

Well, it means

when the wound was inflicted,

the skin was stretched taut.

or in other words--

When he was killed, he was looking up.

Well, you can rappel out of a tree.

There were traces of blood on his face and his belt.

Somebody cleaned them up.

Oh, and another thing.

That carving on the wall at Lindley's place

must have meant something personal.

[BIRD HOOTING]

[HOOTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]

Don't move!

You don't do anything unless I say!

Get your hands on your head and step away from the jeep.

Now!

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Drake!

Who are you and what the hell

are you doing on my road?

The name is Nick Parker.

I'm with the International Red Cross.

ID's in the top pocket.

I was just up inoculating kids

in the village up the road.

That'd be Binh Loc.

We hear it's a contingent of V.C. dug in up there.

Yeah, well, the only contingent I saw

were very sick kids.

The rest of the village looked like friendlies.

What the hell do you know?

Check the jeep.

Where you going

in such a hurry, Parker?

Can I take my hands down?

Take them down.

I was going to the firebase

at Hill 1-3-0,

before sun-up.

What unit you from?

They call us the Clean-up Crew.

The symbol means clean.

Nobody knows who put it there.

If there's any V.C. up in there, we'll go in and clean them out.

Vehicle's clear.

Can I go now?

Can I have my ID back?

Yeah, you can go now. Thanks.

Hey, Parker.

You ain't gonna make it.

[SOLDIERS LAUGH]

[JEEP STARTS]

Nick?

What do you think?

I think we need to hear about those fingerprints.

[VILLAGERS SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

[SOLDIERS YELLING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Bring them in, bring them in, let's go.

In there!

Come on out!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Check the trap down the road.

[SCREAMS]

Move it, move it!

Get out here!

Go, come on!

Move it!

Come on, come on, come on!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Get them in!

Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah! Yeah!

Let's get them in here!

[SHRIEKING]

Hey, this one speaks English, lieutenant.

Where's the V.C.? Where's the...

Ou est le Vietcong?

Where are the Vietcong?

Where's the V.C.?

No V.C.

[SHRIEKS]

You're a liar.

MAN: No V.C., no V.C.!

No V.C., no V.C.

We need the lines back up right now.

Oh, come on, there's gotta be something--

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Here's my report.

Schanke says you're going to

close this thing out before breakfast.

I think he's right,

but for all the wrong reasons.

Oh?

You know something, don't you?

I've met Brooks before.

I know what he's capable of.

Well, we won't get the fingerprint results

until the computers come back up,

which will be sometime in the 29th century.

So you won't buy me breakfast,

you will buy me lunch,

which will be a much-anticipated historic event.

We can't wait that long. Let's go.

Go? Go where?

Another hour, Brooks'll be across the border.

We can't even put him at the scene of the crime.

We have to arrest him.

We can't prove anything, Nick.

Schank, trust me. Knight, Schanke!

Sorry, captain, we're on a siren.

Schanke, where's he going?

To pick up Casey Brooks.

The prints come back?

Uh, no, there was a delay.

Nick doesn't feel we can wait.

Can you make a case?

I have no idea.

Nick, wait!

[SIREN WAILING]

If you don't mind me asking, Nick,

why do you think

that Casey Brooks is the killer?

We don't have any evidence.

I mean, what the hell is this belief based on?

Experience.

Wake up!

All of you!

All right.

Who is it?

Who did it?

Who's feeding on the children?

Complain, complain...

That's all you ever do.

Do you think

you're the only one with principles?

I should have known.

V.C., ou?

Where's the V.C.?

No V.C., no V.C.!

No V.C., no V.C.!

BROOKS: Where's the Vietcong?

Ou est le Vietcong?

You're lying!

Where's the V.C.? V.C.!

[GUNFIRE]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

No, no, no!

Hold your fire!

[SIREN WAILING]

Couple more minutes, Nick. Still time to change your mind.

Why would I do that?

Because we're gonna bust in on a guy sitting in his pajamas,

watching The Late Show,

and arrest him for something we cannot prove.

Nicholas, I am entirely without fault

in this matter.

How can you victimize the living...

[SCREAMING] the young living...

when there are so many dead out there?

Is it your greed, Lacroix?

Your perversity?

Or both?

It's just a fever.

They will recover.

What if they're made so weak that other diseases kill them?

Which is exactly why I prefer to take a few drops from many

rather than a large swallow from one.

How thoughtful of you.

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

Thoughtful, indeed,

considering that our little debate

will soon be irrelevant.

[SCREAMING, MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

BROOKS: Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

No!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

[YELLING IN VIETNAMESE]

[SCREAMING, GUNFIRE]

[SIREN WAILING]

There's his house.

[TURNS OFF SIREN]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

KNIGHT: Casey Brooks?

[GRUNTS]

I'll go around back.

Damn.

[HEART BEATING]

Schank?

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. Get him, get him!

Mr. Brooks, we need to talk.

Hmm?

We need to talk about Binh Loc

and the Clean-Up Crew.

KNIGHT: Phony passport,

phony birth certificate, phony driver's license,

pilot's license, gun permit, uh, credit history.

All fake.

Except for this.

It's the real thing.

Our photo people

blew up the insignias on the shoulder patches,

and then we got in touch with the Pentagon.

Your real name is Travis Drake, right?

Lieutenant Travis Drake.

Commanded a platoon in Quang Trí Province

in Vietnam, 1971.

On the 24th of November,

your unit massacred 18 unarmed civilians.

You were court-martialed,

and all of your men testified against you.

KNIGHT: Of the 12 men you had in Binh Loc,

five died in-country,

and the seven who made it back

have all died violently since then.

Except for you.

Now, Travis, do you have something to say?

I didn't kill Lindley,

and I don't know who did,

but somebody tracked down

and killed everybody

that I was in the bush with.

Everybody but me.

Well, who else had a motive,

except for you?

Hey, my guys told the truth at the court martial.

I wouldn't expect them to do anything else.

But the fact is, three of my guys

between 1973 and 1980 were murdered.

In 1981, us four survivors

hooked up in Los Angeles.

Including Lindley?

Yeah, Abe was there.

We wanted to pool our resources.

Remember Munich '72, the Olympics?

Remember how the Israelis

tracked down every single PLO terrorist?

Well, we thought

somebody was doing the same thing to us,

some covert operation,

but this time, from Vietnam.

Any leads?

Not a one.

But my guys kept dying.

So I disappeared.

My family and friends

haven't heard from me since 1983.

Well, then, how did Lindley find you?

I don't know. I'd like to...

I would have liked to ask the guy.

[SIGHS]

Look, I...

I like my life here, you know?

I thought I was doing something,

trying to help out, trying to...

Trying to make up for what happened.

I thought that if I...

just played it off like he had the wrong guy,

then maybe he'd just disappear and take the killer with him.

[DOOR OPENS]

Gentlemen.

COHEN: You're wasting your time, detective.

Tell them, doctor.

Well, there are prints

all over the murder weapon

but they're not Brooks', or Drake's,

or whatever his name is.

You can't identify them? No.

Does Brooks tie into this case in any way?

I think he's either the killer or the killer's next victim.

[SIGHS]

I have no idea what's going on here,

and I don't like that.

Get this case organized

and report back to me before your shift is over.

I guess I'll take a rain check for lunch.

What about holding Brooks for a while?

I think we've got enough.

Right. I'll talk to the Crown.

Let me know what they say.

Where are you going?

I've got a source I think can help us.

What source? Who?

You don't want to know.

[MAN CLICKING TONGUE]

LACROIX: "Water, water, everywhere,

and not a drop to drink."

Or something like that.

I'm afraid they're all dead.

Such a pity they didn't save the raid

until later in the day.

Why did they attack at all?

There was no military here.

I told them.

C'est la guerre, mon ami.

This isn't war.

This is a crime!

Yes.

Yes, it is.

What are you going to do about it?

What will you do

to bring these criminals to justice?

[SLOW, HYPNOTIC POP PLAYING]

I can't believe he's here.

♪ ...to leave the past behind ♪

♪ The only answer ♪

♪ Gets harder to find ♪

[GASPS]

Nicholas, what a welcome relief.

From what?

Taxes.

My accountant says they're inevitable,

like death.

He's an accountant. What does he know?

That's a good point.

Mm-hmm. So you have that

"I'm here on business" look

about you.

Is there anyone new in town?

From overseas, maybe?

There are always rumors.

Who is to say?

Did Lacroix ever...

Did he ever mention Vietnam?

Vietnam? Only that it was a much nicer place

under the French.

Of course, he had plantations there.

Where didn't he have plantations?

And he never really forgave them,

that's right, for defoliating the place,

and--

Vampires.

Did he ever mention

any vampires that he might have made?

No.

En foi, Nicholas, so many burdens.

Tell you what.

One night,

I will close the bar early

and you will be my only guest,

and I will help you to...

relax, hmm?

Janette...

[WHISPERING] Yes?

Don't cheat.

[CHUCKLES]

LACROIX: I'm listening also.

I hear your thoughts.

You feel you're alone, but you're not.

I know your pain.

Your frustration.

Your hunger for justice.

I...

am the night crawler.

I feel...everything.

Come to me.

Now.

I can be your strength where you have none.

I can be your wisdom and your truth,

and all you need to share with me

is your very soul.

What are you going to do about it?

Nicholas.

How unexpected.

You did it.

Back in Vietnam, you brought one over.

Ah.

So many things slip my mind these days.

Believe it or not, Nicholas,

it was your righteousness that inspired me.

It shamed me.

Of course, I got over it quickly enough,

but not before I had deduced

an ingenious solution to your dilemma.

[FLIES BUZZING]

After you left, I returned...

uh, compelled by my shame.

I searched the village for survivors.

I had all but given up when I heard a heartbeat,

faint in strength, but strong in emotion.

[HEART BEATING]

And then...

Then I felt him,

his young blood boiling with rage,

his heart crying out for vengeance.

The crimes of the Cleaning Crew

were before me,

and here I was with the power

to make justice possible for the victims.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes. But not this way.

Lieutenant Drake and his murdering minions

should not have been punished

for what they did?

What, Nicholas,

no justice for the wronged?

No vengeance?

What about the victims of his ill-conceived crusade?

What about my plantations?

Drake was court-martialed.

He's changed his whole life.

He works with kids.

Oh! Well, that makes everything all better, then.

Play basketball twice a week with disenfranchised youth

and all is forgiven.

Or...

Or can it be

that if Drake can be forgiven for his sins,

then it follows

that you can be forgiven for yours?

How perfectly convenient your logic is.

How perfectly self-serving.

It isn't about me.

It's always about you!

About you and your eternal struggle

to manage your guilt.

You used to be so much more fun, Nicholas.

Where is he?

Stop tormenting yourself.

You cried out for justice

in the midst of the madness and the horror,

and I delivered it.

Let it run its course.

Leave this one be.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

I have to go.

Don't say I never gave you anything.

[CHUCKLING]

Yeah. Schanke?

Nick...

Casey's out. The Crown cut him loose.

They cut him loose?

But we had him, Schank.

We had him for resisting arrest, forged documents, weapons.

I know, I know. He said he was afraid for his life

and they believed him.

No, no. Someone put the word out.

What can I say? Cohen was right.

Casey's got friends in high places.

He's a parole officer with a good reputation.

Yeah, okay, okay. Hang tight.

I think I know where to find him.

But where, Nick?

Nick!

Great.

[AIRPLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

[WHOOSHING]

It's nice to have friends, isn't it, lieutenant?

Someone with, say,

their own private plane to lend out?

I don't suppose you ever mentioned Binh Loc

to your friends at City Hall.

How the hell did you find me here?

Someone with a pilot's license wants to get out of town?

This is where I'd come.

You're not gonna survive on your own.

Well, thanks. I'll take my chances.

What the hell choice do I have?

I'm your only choice.

Let me put you in protective custody

till we get this killer.

Thanks, but I don't have much trust to give.

Lieutenant!

Hey, don't call me that, all right?

I'm not Lieutenant Drake anymore.

I paid my debt.

And what happened at Binh Loc...

it just got out of control.

I tried to stop it, but I couldn't.

I tried!

You don't have any idea what it's like

trying to live with that kind of guilt,

and living with that guilt is payment enough!

Some debts can never be repaid.

and someone out there won't forgive you for what you did.

Unless you come with me now,

you're gonna be dead very soon.

I'll take my chances.

All right, take this.

Take it.

What the hell is this?

Come on.

What the hell's going on?

Where did you come from?

MAN: They warned me about you.

Some said you might stay out of it.

Well, that's not going to happen.

DRAKE: Who the hell is this guy?

No V.C.!

[GUNFIRE, SCREAMING]

[YELLING]

Good.

You haven't forgotten,

lieutenant.

You're dead.

Hmm.

Matter of opinion.

He's the one who killed

all the other soldiers who were at Binh Loc.

And this...

is my final task.

[WHISPERS] Binh Loc.

You were...

You were that doctor! The Red Cross doctor!

You haven't aged. You haven't...

You haven't aged a day.

Lieutenant Drake...

It's useless to run.

I will not let the pain of the cross

stop what I must do.

If you interfere...

I'll destroy you.

I have no wish to.

[SIZZLING]

And I'm not gonna let the pain of the cross

stop me, either.

[SNARLING]

[BOTH GROWLING]

[GUNSHOT]

I want to know.

For 23 years, I want to know.

Are you V.C.?

Why don't you ask that of my neighbors?

Why don't you ask that of my grandfather?

My mother?

My sister?

They only wanted the war to end!

They liked you, Americans!

[WHISPERING] I'm asking you.

Yes.

I am.

[LAUGHS]

And you think

you will shoot me again?

For what it's worth...

I'm sorry.

Drake!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUN CLATTERS TO FLOOR]

It's done.

I've never forgotten your service to my village,

my family.

I know I can speak for them.

Thank you,

for all that you tried to do to help them.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Now...

there's just one more task.

No, please, don't interfere.

Go. Now.

[BEEPING]

[SCREAMS ECHOING]

You owe me breakfast.

Dinner.

You've typed up the report already?

Yeah, captain told me to write it up.

[CHUCKLES]

You wouldn't believe how fast

people are jumping off Drake's bandwagon.

I mean, his friends downtown

want this put to bed very quietly.

Yeah, that's no surprise.

All evidence at the scene points to suicide.

Witnesses saw flames in the hangar.

I figure he burned something

and, uh, pulled the trigger.

Any idea what he burned?

Evidence, maybe?

Forensics can't make heads or tails of the few ashes left,

but Natalie looked at it,

said it could be personal papers, letters,

that sort of thing.

Well, she would know.

So case closed.

Drake had everybody fooled,

including me.

I guess everyone has something that catches up with them

sooner or later.

I wish I could say it's a shame, but...

when a killer dies, how much sympathy can you have?

Hmm.

You gonna sign off on that thing

or are you gonna have it framed?

Just one thing.

Don't call him Travis Drake.

I think by the end he was Casey Brooks.

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