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How dare you jeopardize
the reputation of this firm?

350 years of
discretion and trust

threatened...

by the reckless actions
of my own son.

I need a loan, Father.

Not a lecture.

What kind of trouble are you in?

I told you, it's nothing.

Some margin calls.

I'm hardly the first
to misread the market.

One million dollars
is not a "misread."

It's a debacle.

You've lost control.

You've become a liability
to this company,

as well as to yourself.

So, what are you saying?
I'm fired?

I'm saying
that I want you to get help.

Look,
I'll sign a promissory note.

Two points over prime.

You can deduct it from my fees

and I'll, uh, make
a balloon payment in five years.

Don't bargain with me, son.

I'm not the devil.

Then help me.

I am.

The only way I know how.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey!

♪ The darker the night ♪

♪ The deeper the silence ♪

Want a sip?

♪ But the light on the road
Keeps shining bright ♪

♪ The hotter the flame
The longer the burning ♪

♪ The heat of the moment ♪

♪ Just touched off the night ♪

Whoo!

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ We can never give in ♪

♪ We'll set the sky on fire ♪

[CROWD CHEERING]

♪ It gets
Right under your skin ♪

♪ When you're dying
For desire ♪

♪ Dying for desire ♪

Whoo!

♪ The cool of the rain
And the roar of the thunder ♪

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

WOMAN:
Come on, sweetheart!

[CROWD HOOTING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

♪ You'll get caught
In the storm ♪

♪ It'll pull you under ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Watch me!
All right!

♪ Now just disappear ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ We can never give in ♪

♪ We'll set the sky on fire ♪

[WHOOPING]

♪ There's only one way to win ♪

♪ It gets
Right under your skin ♪

♪ When you're dying
For desi-- ♪

WOMAN:
Yeah. That'll get you going.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[♪]

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]

Nick, give me a loonie.
A dollar? What for?

I'm gonna make you
a wealthy man.

Uh-huh.

I just had a vision.

I saw the winning
lottery number.

Yeah, and I
just saw Elvis

coming out
of a doughnut shop.

Young Elvis or old Elvis?
Very funny.

But don't go
pleading poverty one me

when I'm sitting
on 15 million big ones

and you can't eke a vacation
out of cop pay.

Fair enough.
So give me a loonie.

Neither a lender nor
a borrower be, Schank.

I'm asking you for a buck,
not a kidney.

DISPATCHER:
81-kilo, 81-kilo.

Car bombing, 415 York Street.
Do you copy?

81-kilo, copy.

[CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

The nameplate
says "Du Champs."

Thanks.

CHARLES:
Forty million dollars

is an extraordinary
sum of money.

Philanthropy
of such magnitude

defies anonymity.

Do you really
want to risk

making all these
contributions

in the same year?

Yes.

These charities make
a real difference.

They depend on the money.

Well, it's going to take

a fair degree
of finagling on my part,

and even then,
I can't assure you

that I can
keep your identity a secret.

Well, finagle

all you have to,
Charles.

That's why I pay you.

I've known you for nearly
half a century, Nicholas.

I know you as a man
of honor and probity.

And yet...

I've always had this feeling
that there's some...

dark secret behind your fortune.

A dark secret?

Now, why would you say that,
Charles?

You regard your money
more as a curse than a boon,

as if it were...

tainted somehow.

Your move, Charles.

The Ministry
of Transport

says the car
was registered

to a Charles--

Du Champs.

It was on
the parking plaque.

Oh. Must have missed it.

What a mess.

Enough C-4 here
to launch a rocket.

I feel sorry for whoever's
gotta identify the parts,

which reminds me,
the victim had a son.

Sean.

Four, the hard way.

[KISSES]

Come on.

Give me another 25.

Come on, hear it,
let's hear it.

Twenty-five more...
tuxedo breath.

[QUIETLY]
Haven't you had enough for the evening, Sean?

I don't care
what Mr. Walken says, Nino.

Just give me
another marker.

Come on!

[CHIPS CLATTERING]

That don't matter.

There's more
where that came from.

Uh, out of the way,
Bluto.

Metro Homicide.

We're looking
for Sean Du Champs.

Mr. Walken...

There are two cops here
to see Mr. Du Champs.

[BEEPS]

Tell him
he's exceeded his limit.

And let him know that there are

two police detectives here
to see him.

[BEEPS]

Extend my warmest greetings
to our city's finest, Luke.

And let them know Mr. Du Champs
will be joining them shortly.

[BEEPS]

[UNZIPPING]

That's him.

SCHANKE: Okay...

did your father
have any enemies?

Any hostile competitors?
Any disgruntled clients?

The Maison Du Champs clients

are among the wealthiest people
in the world, detective.

Things like this

just don't happen
in our business.

Oh, yeah?

I got a flash
for you, kid.

I've seen money make
even the most wealthy

do the most
disgusting things.

I guess you can
never have enough,

know what I mean?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

His limo's here.

His limo?

Yeah, and the captain

wants to see you
in her office.

[CHUCKLES]

That's the both of you.

[SIGHS]

Okay, Sean,

we'll be in touch.

And...

my condolences.

Detective, our business
relies on confidentiality,

so if you could just, uh...

Listen, kid,
we're trying

to find the guy
who murdered your father.

Now, if that means we have to
dig into every single account,

I'm sure you'll
understand, right?

KNIGHT:
Don't worry.

These things are done
in a professional manner.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[DERISIVE LAUGH]

The little--

Schank?

You leaned on him pretty hard.
The kid just lost his father.

Is that so?

Well, the little ingrate
seemed a hell of a lot

more concerned
about the damn business

than about who launched
Daddy dearest sky-high.

And?

Junior did it.

Did he confess?
Come on.

The old man controlled millions,
on and off the books.

A savvy kid like Sean Du Champs
could figure out a way

of putting his grubby mitts
on the cash.

Problem is,
the old man's in the way.

Solution? Boom.

Now, I say we're looking

at a classic case
of blood money.

LACROIX: The quality of our prey
has been reduced...

to this.

[SPLASHES]

We must leave
this region now.

But what about
Nicholas' business?

Whatever business it is,

we can be certain
that it is pure folly.

And that will only
bring us trouble.

[SIGHS]

[RAPID FOOTSTEPS]

[COINS JANGLING]

I think we'll be safe here
till the king's guards pass.

Who's that?

Allies.
Show them the prize.

Look, a king's ransom.

The dauphin thought
himself so clever

in orchestrating
his own abduction,

and to be sure,

the king paid
a mighty sum

for the return
of his first-born son.

But the dauphin

had not considered
that in myself

and my young
apprentice here,

he had accomplices
even greedier than he.

So you stole
the ransom

and you killed
the dauphin?

Of course
we killed him.

The ungrateful wretch
had it coming to him.

Imagine,

swindling the king,
his father, like that?

Shameful behavior.
Shameful.

But, surely,
the king's guards

will stop at nothing
to catch you.

Well, everyone
has his price.

And yours, sir,
is your life.

There is no honor
among thieves.

Be careful, Nicholas.

Blood money brings
only misfortune.

Oh, Lacroix,
where's your sense of adventure?

Hah!

[GRUNTS]

[WHOOSHING]

[KNIGHT GRUNTS]

[SWORD CLATTERS]

COHEN:
Detective Knight?

You've been quiet tonight.

What do you think?

Well, I think Schanke's right.

Sean Du Champs is a savvy kid,

which is why I don't think
he killed his father.

A bomb attracts attention.

If you were going to kill
for an inheritance,

you'd make it look
like an accident,

not something
that invites investigation.

COHEN: Possibly.

But we're gonna
turn that foundation

upside down,
one account at a time.

[SIGHS]

JANETTE:
It's a new club.

Overcrowded, overpriced,
overrated.

I don't think Paparazzi's
going to last very long.

What do you know
about the owner?

Jules Walken?

Well, let's just say

that for a man
of such exquisite taste,

it's a shame
that he sullied himself

in such
a sordid enterprise.

Like?

The usual.

Gambling and drugs?

Why so coy?

Why so interested?

The man killed
in the car bombing.

The one in the paper today?
The financial advisor?

Charles Du Champs.

He was an old
and trusted friend.

What did you
trust him with?

Everything.

And he's handled
all the assets

of the foundational trust

for the past
50 years now.

Your blood money,
as Lacroix called it.

[SIGHS]

The scrutiny
of something like this

could put our community
at great risk.

I've thought of that.

Charles Du Champs
had a son.

Sean.

Yes, he used to come in here.

A very lost and empty young man.

He spends his money
at Paparazzi now.

Is he capable of murder?

Aren't we all?

Do you think
he killed his father?

I don't think so.

But he's in trouble,
which concerns me,

because he worked
with his father

and has access
to a lot of capital.

Mm. Trouble and money.

It's a very dangerous
combination.

Cover your assets...

mon amour.

The victim's body
was riddled

with fragments
like that.

Looks like a piece
of an electronic relay.

Very good,
but since when

did Jaguar start using
Japanese parts?

What do you mean?

Check out
the left-hand corner,

next to the scorch mark.

Ah, the dai-ichi wa.

Japanese
industrial coating.

Well, he could have
upgraded his stereo.

Not unless he was
sitting on it.

I pulled that
out of his left buttock.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

[BUMPS DESK]

No!

Listen to me.
I saw the winning numbers.

They floated into my mind
like a vision.

Uh-uh, I don't think so,
Schanke.

Oh, come on, why not?

Because of the last time
you suckered me

into something like this.
Last time?

That sure bet
at the racetrack.

You remember the horse
that refused to leave the gate.

Just got nervous.

By the time she started going,
though,

she set a track record.

So what? The race was over.

It's a moot point.

Oh...

Melvoyn, Lang, you guys want
a little piece of this, huh?

Yeah, right.

Why is everybody
so tight with a buck?

COHEN: Schanke,
in my office.

"Shall not engage in,
nor solicit,

"nor encourage contributions,
wagers, bets,

"or gambling of any kind,

pursuant to Section A
of City Bylaw 45993."

Do you have anything

to say for yourself,
Detective Schanke?

Well, I'm...

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

I'm glad Nick's here.

KNIGHT:
Uh, I've got a signature on the bomber.

Japanese relay from
a garage-door opener.

Remote detonator.

Sounds like
"Plastique" Pullchuck.

I thought he was in Millhaven.

Paroled three weeks ago.

Where is he now?

Well, I've got Ministry
of Corrections working on it.

Why don't you call
your buddy Sean Du Champs?

Maybe he dropped off
his garage-door opener

at Pullchuck's.

Investigators come up
with anything

in the audit?

No irregularities.

Yet.

All right,
follow up on Pullchuck

and check with Bomb and Arson.

See if they have anybody else
in their files

with similar M.O.s.

And Schanke...

Yeah.

[PEOPLE CONVERSING
INDISTINCTLY]

[ZAPPING]

Ah, the wonders of science.

The indoor greenhouse is a boon

to the vampire gardener,
Nicholas.

My lovely little leafy lasses
flourish under the sun lamps,

and, as long as I avoid
the lamps' rays,

we're all happy.

A compromise arrangement
you would do well to emulate,

instead of this
mad pursuit of yours

to become human.

I don't mean to be impertinent,
Feliks,

but I don't need a lecture
from you right now.

What I do need

is to find out what happened
to the De Brabant trust.

Your obsession
with this money,

it will be your ruination,
Nicholas.

Plants.
Plants are the answer.

All you need invest

is dirt, water,
light and love,

and, in return,
they supply beauty,

something your precious money
cannot buy.

The trust fund, Feliks?

Patience, my boy.

Even as we speak,
I am tracking it.

Now, where did I put it?

[BIRDS TWITTERING,
MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY]

Ah, here it is.

It has an infrared
data communications port

for wireless data transfers
to my computer,

which is linked

to your Swiss bank.

Oh. Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, as I recall,

your arrangement
with Maison Du Champs

was ironclad.
The foundation's accounts

were kept separate from the rest
of the Du Champs business.

Exactly the way
you had me set it up.

Yes, a brilliant stroke,
if I say so myself.

And, uh, we created
some sort of electronic trigger,

did we not?

Yes, so that the assets

would automatically transfer
to a Swiss account

in the event
of Charles Du Champs' death.

Elegant, as always.

Let's see

what we've got.

What's your access code?

[BEEPING]

Most unusual.

Give me your access code again.

And what am I
to make of this?

We're even.

Hmm.

This just
doesn't make any sense.

What?

I keep getting bumped
out of the system.

As if the account's

been closed.

What do you mean?

[SIGHS]

I don't know
how to tell you this.

[SIGHS]

You've got $478 million

of missing assets.

The entire account's
been cleaned out.

[♪]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

LACROIX: It is said that nature
will not tolerate excess,

as in the case of those
who take

more than their fair share.

They're dealt with accordingly.

JANETTE: Nicholas!

Have I taught you nothing?

You taught me
to take what I desire.

I taught you to take
what you need!

This chest contains

only a trap of greed.

And greed,
my arrogant child,

breeds tragedy.

[GROWLING]

LACROIX:
For when you have too much,

there will always be someone

wanting to take it away
from you.

So maybe you should
ask yourself...

has your blood money
been a blessing

or a curse?

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah, Knight.

Pullchuck's staying
at the Somerton Arms Motel.

All right,
I'll meet you there.

I've gotta make a stop first.

[DANCE MUSIC BLARING]

MAN:
Hey, hey, hey, buddy.

Back of the line.

Official business.

My boss doesn't want
any comps

and no cops in here.

Come here.

But your boss
is a fool...

[HEART BEATING]

...so you're going to let me
and all my friends inside.

Thank you.

Yo, everybody inside!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey! Hey!

SEAN [ECHOING]:
Partners?

You want half
the foundation?

You can't be serious.

Yes, I see our relationship

as more of
a partnership now.

I have more money than God.

What makes you think
I need...a partner?

Experience.

Having money is one thing.

Holding on to it is another.

SEAN: My father

had plenty of experience.

And money.

Now he's dead.

I'm disappointed.

I had thought you'd see
the sense in my proposal.

You're disappointed
because you have your talons

in the back
of a beast you can't control.

A most ungrateful beast,

for all his
newly-inherited wealth.

I owe you some money, Walken.
Not my soul.

Soul?

One doesn't usually think
of a patricide as having one.

I had nothing to do
with my father's death.

[SLAMS GLASS DOWN]

Oh, but you did...

partner.

SEAN: You're making
a mistake, Walken.

A big mistake.

Wipe off my debts,
call off your dogs,

or I'll go the authorities.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[PRESSES BUTTON]

Come on.

KNIGHT [ON MACHINE]:
This is Nick Knight.

I'm not in,
or I'm asleep.

Leave a message.

SCHANKE:
Great. Nick, Nick, I'm at the hotel.

Our friend, the bomber, is here.
Where are you?

KNIGHT: It's open.

Get in.

Uh, I'm sorry,
Detective...?

Knight.

Right.

Isn't there a law

against unlawful entry,
Detective Knight?

Yes, and there's also a law
against drunk driving,

so why don't we just
have a little chat,

off the record, okay?

What about?

The De Brabant Foundation.

Yes?

It's worth a fortune,
right?

Perhaps.

What happened to it?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Sean, your father's death

may be related
to the disappearance

of hundreds of millions
of dollars.

It could have been stolen.

It could have been embezzled.

Now, do you want
to tell me what you know,

or would you like
to tell it to a judge?

The information
concerning clients

is confidential.

Sean...

where is the money?

[HEART BEATING]

[GRUNTS]

Your life
is in jeopardy, Sean.

I appreciate your
concern, detective,

but I have
a responsibility.

I'm just doing my job.

Fine.

Have it your way.

What do you think
you're doing?

My job.

I have a responsibility too.

How am I supposed
to get home?

Funny, a minute ago,
you had all the answers.

Sean, let me give you
a little piece of advice.

Right now, you're swimming

in self-importance,

but in time,

all your greed and your wealth
will weigh you down.

And eventually, you'll drown.

Hey!

Hey, what about my keys?

[DOOR SLAMS]

Hey, are you all right?

Yeah, three stitches
and a lot of luck,

considering I was blown
halfway to Buttonville.

The ER docs
asked me my name

and what day it is,

and boom,
I'm back here.

Anything about the bomb?

Well, the lab says
it wasn't his own.

Pullchuck
could be murdered.

He was.

Bomb techs told me
that this used to be a pager,

but there was enough
of a serial number

for them to run a trace.

You all right, Schank?

Yeah, my name's
Donald G. Schanke

and it's Tuesday.

Yeah.

Pager is registered
to Sean Du Champs.

Bingo.

Doesn't prove anything.

No, but it's enough
to bring him in.

I have no idea who this man is.

"Was." Past tense,
as in dead.

[SCOFFS]

Come on,
this is ridiculous.

I was at Paparazzi
when it happened, you know that.

How could I be talking to you
one minute

and the next minute

be across town
blowing somebody up?

Modern technology, Sean.

Wire C-4 to a pager,

dial a number,
beep-beep-beep, kaboom.

Any idea how your pager
got into his possession, Sean?

I don't know,
it was probably stolen.

You have
a garage-door opener?

I lost it.

How long ago?

I don't know.
The past couple of weeks?

Did you report it lost?

Come on, it's a $30 item.

I haven't had time
to replace it.

Did you report
your pager stolen?

I told you,
I didn't know it was stolen.

I haven't used it
in a few years.

Ooh, not according
to the phone company.

Sean, do you recognize
any of these numbers?

No.

SCHANKE:
Oh, yeah, well, let me help you out.

This one's a known drug dealer,
and this one, and this one.

You do drugs, Sean?
Schank.

I don't have to answer that.
I'm warning you--

Don't threaten me.

My lawyer will be here
any minute.

I pay him
to eat insects like you.

You can't buy your way
out of murder, Sean,

and I got another flash
for you.

There's no penthouse
at Millhaven.

He's all yours.

Who's that?

Du Champs' lawyer.

We're letting
Junior go?

We don't have enough
to hold him,

and I don't need
to be up all night

engaged in a spitting contest
with his attorney.

Bet she'd win.

I heard that.

Why are you
following me?

I think we should tail him.

He'll slap us with harassment.

Why do you keep
giving this creep

the benefit
of the doubt?

What time does
your watch say?

It broke
in the explosion.

Exactly.
What time does it say?

1:25.

Yeah, well, I was
with Sean at that time.

He couldn't have
dialed the number

that set off the bomb.

I think someone's
setting him up.

Someone who knows
he's got access

to a lot of money.

I think

Charles Du Champs
was murdered

to send Sean a message:

"Pay up or you're next."

And Pullchuck?

Well, someone came up
with a convenient way

to get rid of a witness
and tighten the screws on Sean.

I can guarantee you
he's not going home tonight.

He's going to make his move,

and I think we should

be there when he does.

We never had this conversation.

Thanks again, Jeffrey,
for bailing me out.

I'll call you
at your office tomorrow.

I thought we
worked odd hours.

[ARGUING INDISTINCTLY]

What's wrong
with this picture?

KNIGHT:
Either Sean's making his move,

or they're
making it for him.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Shall we make ours?

Let's let it play.

Let me-- Hey!
Hey, that's--

I know where
he's going.

Follow him.

WALKEN:
This is Mr. Foster.

Mr. Foster built the bomb
that killed Mr. Pullchuck,

who built the bomb

that killed your father.

Now, I can dispose
of Mr. Foster

in a manner that will
clear you of suspicion,

or I can make it look
as if you killed Mr. Foster

to cover your tracks.

One murder...
there's reasonable doubt.

Two murders starts to look
very unsympathetic.

And three...

well...

consider what it will cost
just to defend yourself.

Then reconsider
my offer.

Half of the foundation's assets,

more than either of us
will ever need.

It's a simple question of greed,
Sean.

Ask yourself this:

"How much is my life worth?"

WALKEN [OVER HEADPHONES]:
What's it going to be, Sean?

I'm waiting, Sean.

Damn, I hate
when that happens.

What?

You were right

about the kid
being blackmailed.

How'd you know?

I had a vision.

All right.

I'll do it.

We're online to your bank
in Switzerland.

All you have to do

is complete the transaction.

[TYPING,
COMPUTER BEEPS]

Looks like it's time
to break up the party.

Let them make
the transaction first.

It'll give us
a paper trail.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

I desire the money.

You do not need it,
Nicholas.

Leave it
for the king's guard.

I will have it.

Mark my words, Nicholas.

You will learn this lesson well.

Material wealth

is a burden.

[WHOOSHING]

[COMPUTER WHIRRING]

[CONTINUES TYPING]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

It's done.

Good.

[GUNSHOT]

Try the doors,
I'll take the roof.

I could have
taken it all.

But that would have been...

conspicuous.

This way,
there's plenty left for me,

and enough left over

to make it look as if you just
couldn't embezzle it all

before the remorse set in...

and drove you to suicide.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

Gentlemen?

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

[PRESSES BUTTON,
BEEPING STOPS]

[GRUNTS]

Jeez.

[DANCE MUSIC BLARING]

♪ Spinning around and around
In slow motion ♪

♪ Let your heart go
In the sea of emotion ♪

[WHOOSHING]

♪ Away in the smoke
And the grace of the night ♪

[WHOOSHING]

[YELLS]

I knew you'd be back.

Even given the chance to escape,

you just couldn't bear
to part with the money,

could you?

♪ With every taste I get
I can't stop... ♪

All I've done
is access the account.

I'll give you everything.

$478 million.
You can have it all.

Avarice, young man,
is a deadly sin.

♪ To survive ♪

♪ When the sparks fly... ♪

[GUNSHOTS]

♪ Two lovers cast
A magnetic attraction ♪

♪ Open your heart ♪

♪ And throw all of your fears
To the wind ♪

♪ The bright lights come up
And you're ready for action ♪

[GROWLING]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[ROARING]

Walken!

Drop the gun.

[COCKS GUN]

SCHANKE:
Put it down, Walken, right now.

KNIGHT: Do it.

SCHANKE: Walken...

We're not playing
games here, Mr. Walken.

Put the gun down
and back away.

Now.

LACROIX: Mark my words.

Material wealth is a burden.

Thank you, detective.

I appreciate
what you did for me.

No problem. It's my job.

So where is he going?

Wherever he wants.

You mean the auditors
didn't find anything?

A couple of unreported
transactions

raised some eyebrows,
but nothing illegal.

Oh, man, what a life.

Money, mansions,
limousines.

Go home, detective.
Get some sleep.

And keep dreaming.

[CHUCKLES]

JENKINS:
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

What is it, Jenkins?

Oh, my God, I just...

I-I-I got off the phone.

Melvoyn and Lang
won the lottery.

[PEOPLE GASPING]

Melvoyn and Lang
won the lottery!

Ugh.

Melvoyn and Lang,

and they wouldn't
cough up a buck

for my office pool.

They won the lottery?!
$15 million. Oh, my God.

They asked me to go in
with them on the ticket,

and I turned them down...
because of you.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

I'm having a heart attack.

Yep, yep, that's what it is.

Old stiff feeling
in the left arm.

Shortness of breath.

[WHISPERS]
Call an ambulance.

KNIGHT:
When he transferred the money,

he wiped the account
off the books,

as if the money
never existed.

I gave Feliks Twist
the new access codes.

By now,

the assets
should be parked

in a bank in Luxembourg.

JANETTE:
Tell me something.

Why didn't you just
let the money go?

Too many people have died
over the centuries

for it.

I can't change that.

I can't bring them back.

But Nicholas,

many of them
were wicked.

All the more reason

to put the money
to good use.

Ah...

Yes, you would do
something like that.

So now you have
your burden back.

To your burden, then.

And to what I might do
to ease it for you.

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