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Previously on Moonlight:

It's been six days
since I took the cure...

that turned me from a
vampire back into a human.

- How long will it last?
- I don't know.

Maureen? No!

Ben Talbot, district
attorney's office.

I'm Mick St. John, private investigator.
Maureen was killed by a vampire.

I can't save Beth as a human.
You have to turn me back.

- Your face, what happened?
- Vampires and humans can have sex.

You're not afraid Beth's
gonna get hurt. You're afraid.

Being a vampire is not
what's keeping us apart.

It's just you.

He's still on us.

Okay, this is a one-way street.

So?

- I'm going one way.
- Yeah, the wrong way.

Hang on.

Okay, you can't die. You
can't die, you cannot die.

- What?
- Nothing, it's fine.

Listen, I've worked
with many DA's offices...

and whenever you
get a new boss...

Well, everybody runs things differently.
You know, it's all about personality.

Yeah, but Maureen was what
made Buzzwire work for me.

She was supportive of the
stories I wanted to pursue.

- Your new boss isn't?
- I don't know.

He's calling a big meeting to
discuss Buzzwire's new direction.

Which might not include stories about
demented professors or serial killers?

- You've looked at my stories.
- Yeah.

- They're not what I expected.
- What do you mean?

- They're not all fluff.
- Thanks.

I think.

I can shake him.

No, no, no!

Oh, God!

- You did it. You lost him.
- That J-turn gets them every time.

Okay, so you've
done that before.

Afraid so. Welcome to my world.

So you've been reading my stories,
you've asked me to lunch. Why?

Nothing nefarious. I just
wanted to learn more about you.

We went through heavy stuff.

It's not like you get kidnapped
by a surgeon every day.

We almost died, and
I wanna talk about it...

but I can't seem to
explain it to most people.

You can't unless you've
experienced it. No point of reference.

Exactly. I still don't understand how Mick
and that other guy got us out of there.

Who is that?

- Where did you learn to drive like that?
- Three sessions at NASCAR.

Oscar gift bag, 2006.

- Tierney.
- Yeah, over here.

- Nice.
- You ready?

Let's go. MAN 2: Tierney.

- Is that Tierney Taylor?
- Yeah.

Making her "Look at me,
I'm a celebrity" entrance.

Being human again,
however briefly...

put me back out into the world.

And it made me realize
I was tired of hiding.

Beth was right when she said that
being a vampire doesn't have to define me.

Maybe I can use my
job to live in both worlds.

But jumping into this
world makes me feel like...

I've gone straight from the
minor leagues to the World Series.

Welcome to Hollywood.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Too close.
- There's no such thing.

Are you sure you're not hungry?

Yeah, I had a big breakfast.

- Doesn't this bother you?
- I expect it here. Or Kitson, the Grove.

Any place they think a
celebrity will show up.

But they were waiting
outside my house this morning.

Like they knew exactly
what time I was leaving.

And they shouldn't have.

I sent fake schedules to your
manager, your agent, your publicist.

- It's not them tipping off the paparazzi.
- Somebody close to you.

Like a friend, your boyfriend.

No, no way. This nightmare
is affecting Scott too.

Doesn't Scott's band have a
new album that's coming out?

I'm just saying, maybe
he wants the publicity.

I get it. I'm a celebrity. I chose
to live my life in the public eye.

But I at least have to have a couple
people in my life that I can trust.

That's why you hired me. To
make sure you trust the right people.

Well, well, well, if it isn't
my favorite movie star.

- Jason.
- Ha, ha, ha. Tierney.

Honey, you look
fabulous, as usual.

Ah, this one's new.

Oh, no, Jason,
this is Mick St. John.

He's overseeing some
new security arrangements.

Mick, this is Jason Abbott. He's
producing my new movie Lusitania.

And this little girl is
the reason for Lusitania.

We're gonna have a billion-dollar
franchise on our hands.

Yeah, now that we finally have
a start date. I am so excited.

This movie could never
happen without you.

Jason, stop.

Would you two excuse me?
I'm gonna go to the ladies' room.

- Hot lunch date?
- Very hot.

And sunny. Definitely
too much sun.

It's not a date.

Are you working
for Tierney Taylor?

- What do you know about her?
- Just what everybody does.

What her favorite color is,
everybody she's ever dated.

- What she had for dinner last night.
- Right.

I've been meaning to
call about the other night.

- The other night when you kissed me?
- So how do you wanna do this?

It's called dating.

Right. We go out, get
to know each other.

You've known me since I was 4.

Okay, it's weird when
you say it like that.

- Tierney.
- Tierney, Tierney.

Can we get one right here?

Tierney!

- Hey, hey.
- How was lunch?

- What, are you following me?
- No, not me.

"Hottie," huh? You should put
it up on your Facebook page.

- You've seen my Facebook page?
- Of course I've seen your Facebook page.

- Did you like it?
- Yeah.

I was surprised that Mr. Skulk-
in-the-Shadows is all over the Internet.

Yeah, well, I wanna
expand my business...

and I realized that I need
to put myself out there.

Your flashy new client
will certainly see to that.

- Now, this Tierney girl...
- Yes.

I know, she's a celebrity
and you're concerned...

I'm endangering myself
with this kind of exposure.

- But don't worry, Dad, I'll, uh, be careful.
- Don't call me that.

- Well, you did turn me.
- Re-turned you.

Okay, re-turned.

You were gonna become
a vampire again anyway.

- I'm not your sire.
- You're kind of my step-sire.

No.

Now, you wanna know
what I was gonna say?

I was gonna say Tierney
reminds me of Jean Harlow.

- You went out with Jean Harlow?
- I mostly stayed in with Jean Harlow.

If I were going to give
you advice, which I'm not...

I'd say go for it,
yeah, have some fun.

For somebody who's finally
decided to join the 21st century...

you're going from zero
to 60 in half a second.

- Jean Harlow?
- Yeah.

As reporters, you've all been scrupulous
about researching your stories...

and checking your sources, and
not intruding into people's privacy.

Mm-hm. And while
you've been doing that...

Buzzwire has been
scooped on an hourly basis...

by TMZ and Perez Hilton,
and Ain't It Cool News.

So new rule: If you
hear Amy Winehouse...

is out snorting vodka shots
with Prince Harry, run with it.

- Yeah?
- And if it's not true?

We'll retract it later. So off
you go, my little scoopsters.

Get me that news.

- Hi, Mr. Lewis, I'm Beth Turner.
- Oh, I know.

- I've had my eye on you.
- Really?

I hear you have an in with
Tierney Taylor's new boyfriend.

- Scott Walsh?
- Mick St. John.

He's a private investigator.

Even better. More likely to have
the inside scoop on the curse.

- The curse?
- On Tierney's new movie.

The Jason Abbott
Lusitania thing.

Start date's been
pushed three times.

So you think there's a
supernatural curse on the movie?

Of course not. But it
makes for a great headline.

So Abbott's throwing
a party for the movie.

I scored you an invite and since
you're in so tight with her new hottie...

I'm expecting you to come
back with something hot.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Oh, my God.

The last time I saw The Grey
Ghost was December, 1942.

I was with my regiment, sailing
from New York to England.

Scared to death.

Off the coast of Scotland, we got hit
by a 92-foot wave, almost capsized.

Some guy wrote a book about it.

He called it The
Poseidon Adventure.

Exaggerated things a bit...

but I like to think the Gene
Hackman character was based on me.

Oh, please. Don't shoot.

- Tierney Taylor's new boyfriend.
- Who I am is none of your business.

- Who are you?
- Dean Foster.

And actually, everything that
Tierney does, it is my business.

That's called stalking.

- It's called making a living.
- Oh, yeah?

You getting any help with that?
Anyone close to Tierney tipping you off?

- Think I would tell you?
- I get the obsessed fan thing.

You seen her movies,
feel some connection.

Listen, I don't give a
damn about Tierney.

I care about how
much I can make off her.

Girl's my ride, man.

Dude, I've been knocked out by
guys way more famous than you.

So go ahead. Hit me.

And then we'll see how
much I can squeeze out of you.

Come on.

I don't have time
for trash like you.

I told you this was a
paparazzi-free night.

- Have a good time.
- You don't pay me to party.

I don't pay you to
be my bodyguard.

Why don't you just
think of it as a night off?

- Go talk to your friend.
- What friend?

Oh, how many
movies? Let's see...

I saw you with her at lunch.

Yes. She's, um...

Last week, I was talking
to Malkovich, and, I mean...

- I think we're dating.
- You think?

Well, it's complicated.

- Can you be yourself with her?
- Mostly, yeah.

Then un-complicate it.

- Scott, let's go, babe.
- It's the makeup.

Sure. JASON:
Yeah, see you later.

I'm only 26 years old.

Can you believe that? - Later.

But I know I look more mature,
and, hey, look, this is a mature town...

it needs mature people, okay?

And that's why you guys...

That was the most boring
conversation of my entire life.

Tierney's producer has
the most unbelievable ego.

What about the other guys?
Were they Abbott's body guards?

Investors. Paying for
the movie and party.

This guy is hilarious. - Really?

- Looks like Tierney's having fun.
- Yeah, she doesn't get to relax much.

So, uh, where does a
vampire take a girl on a date?

- I don't know, the usual places.
- Probably not a lot of restaurants.

I'm guessing you get
bored watching women eat.

Actually, I haven't exactly been in a
romantic relationship with a human...

since I became a vampire.

What? You mean you haven't...?

Not with a human.

- Wow.
- Not like you've slept with a vampire.

- Once, in college, but I was really drunk.
- Right.

What else are you
doing behind my back?

I can't believe
you don't trust me.

- How can I when you do stuff like this?
- I'm not the one keeping secrets, Tierney.

I'll see you back inside.

- Are you okay?
- It's nothing.

- It looked like something to me.
- It's a misunderstanding, that's all.

I'm gonna go to my
stateroom, fix my face.

- I'll come with.
- No, I'm fine.

You really are very nice.

There you are. I've
been looking for you.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Not a problem.

Look, I gotta get back to
Buzzwire and fabricate a hot story.

- Did you hear that?
- What?

It's Tierney.

Mick, no!

Ahh! Oh, God!

Stay back.

Show some respect.

For what? Some drunk
actress who fell overboard?

Hey! Hey!

You wanna go for a swim too?

Excuse me.

- Was she drunk?
- No, she wasn't drunk.

I would've smelled it on her.

- Where are you going?
- Tierney's stateroom.

It had to be an accident. Who
would have a reason to kill Tierney?

Nobody I know of.

But since I was
reviewing the security...

if she was in danger, I
should've known about it.

- You can't think this is your fault.
- I told her she could trust me.

I'd look out for her.

Now she's dead.

What is it?

Blood.

This was wiped and put back.

Somebody hit her?

She was dragged from the room.

Tierney was murdered.

Well, well, well.

- What a pleasant surprise.
- What are you doing here?

The DA's office
wants to make sure...

the police don't screw up
another high-profile case.

Is that right?

Either way, I need you
both to clear the scene.

- The display case.
- What about it?

That anchor's your
murder weapon.

Bag it.

What amazing luck, you
being on the scene like that?

TMZ didn't have anyone, and
Perez Hilton's sitting at home...

waiting for somebody to e-mail
him. I already have the headline.

"Wild child Tierney
takes drunken plunge."

Tierney wasn't drunk.

Okay, if we're wrong, we'll do a
retraction, but in the meantime...

People think that she
deserved what she got?

I can't help what people think.

There is a chance
this was murder.

- Seriously?
- Yes.

But don't post this until I
have the facts straight...

or I'm not writing it,
and you have no story.

This would go so
great with murder.

Okay, I'm thinking splash page.
Don't ask me what I paid for it.

- Where did you get this?
- Dean Foster.

And he's got more
where that came from.

Mm-hm. Heh, heh, heh.

Mick. Welcome back to
the land of the undead.

Here for a little
A-positive? I restocked.

No, I'm here about Tierney.

Yeah, it's a shame.
I liked her movies.

- Never actually saw one.
- She did a bunch of teen movies.

They're not really my thing, but a
matinee at the Chinese Theatre?

Best air-conditioning in
town. Like a giant freezer unit.

Yeah, if your freezer
smells like popcorn.

Dude, I sleep here.

Popcorn would be
a huge improvement.

You know the press are
saying this was an accident.

- That she was drunk.
- You know her blood alcohol was normal.

The c.o.d. was a skull fracture.

- So she was hit in the head?
- Yeah, with this anchor.

I found traces of her blood on it
and the shape matches the fracture.

- Where did you get that?
- ADA Talbot brought it in.

- Hey.
- Hey. Guillermo confirmed it.

Tierney was dead before she
hit the water. Someone killed her.

I came to show you this.

Grant bought it off a
paparazzo named Dean Foster.

- I ran into him on the dock.
- To get this, he had to be on the boat.

So how did he get past
security without an invite?

I don't know. Maybe whoever's
leaking him information got him in.

I gotta speak to Tierney's boyfriend.
Find out what they were arguing about.

Love to help, but Grant insists
I speak to Tierney's producer.

He wants a quote using the
words "movie and cursed."

Listen, once you're done,
you wanna come by?

- We could share some information.
- I'd like that.

They weren't here
five minutes ago.

Hey, Tierney's
boyfriend. Over here.

- Go, save yourself.
- See you later.

- Tierney's boyfriend.
- Right here, right here.

He went this way.

We lost him.

Hey. Hey.

- You little punk, give me that camera.
- You kidding? Know how much this cost?

The camera, Lost Boy.

You should be ashamed of
yourselves, making a living like this.

Talk about bloodsuckers.

It's perfect. We work at night.

We get places
other people can't.

A cigar?

Really?

What? It's gonna
stunt my growth?

What can you tell me
about Dean Foster?

He's intense for the work.

Yeah, most of us will take a
picture of anyone, but old Dean?

Well, let's just say he lacks
diversity in his subject matter.

Let me guess. Tierney Taylor.

- Where can I find him? BOY:
Nobody's seen him since she died.

He's probably curled up
in his shrine room crying.

Mm-hm.

Can you keep your
colleagues off me?

In the name of vamp
solidarity, we'd love to help, but...

You're a celebrity PI now.
You're the story, dude.

Yeah, the movie's dead.
The studio pulled the plug.

I heard the studio thinks
the movie was cursed.

Sometimes I think
there was a curse.

Every time we were ready
to roll, something happened.

- Like the fire and the boat sinking.
- Heal the Bay is on my case.

And now Tierney's accident.

Except it wasn't an
accident. It looks like murder.

- Who'd wanna murder Tierney?
- That's what I'm trying to find out.

That's pretty ballsy of you, Miss
Turner. Chasing down Tierney's killer.

You should sell me your story. I
could get Cameron Diaz to play you.

Why don't you get
her to replace Tierney?

Tierney was the movie.

The studio would never
let me do it without her.

You think I killed her?

- I loved her.
- People kill for love all the time.

Tierney and I fought sometimes,
sure, but we always made up.

At the party, what was
the argument about?

I found out she was hiding
something from me, okay?

I was upset. The two of
us, we didn't have secrets.

Everybody has secrets, Scott.

Not me and Tierney.

I heard a message that her
business manager left for her.

She paid this paparazzo, Dean, 50
grand to keep some photos off the market.

When I asked her
about it, she blew up.

I figured Dean had snapped her
fooling around with some other guy.

Maybe you even.

There was nothing going on
between myself and Tierney.

I didn't wanna believe she was
cheating, but when she wouldn't tell me...

My band hasn't hit yet.

And Tierney had.

And it was tough, sure,
but we loved each other.

And, um, whatever Tierney
was keeping from me...

we would've worked it out.

- What are you doing?
- I'm watching for the paparazzi.

I figure we got about 10 minutes
before they track me down.

Or less.

Mick.

Oh, God. Mick.

Here.

Let's get inside.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I got a partial plate
number off the car.

- Whoever's after you is...
- Wait, after me?

They were trying to kill me?

They were headed
for you. I pushed you.

You had to push me out of the way
because I was standing next to you.

Maybe they were
after both of us.

I mean, my case and your story
both connect to Tierney, right?

Maybe we're closer to
her killer than we thought.

What did Abbott say?

There's definitely something
weird going on with the movie.

And now the
studio's shut it down.

- They're not gonna replace Tierney?
- No.

The movie was insured, so
investors will get money back.

What about Tierney's boyfriend?

We found out that Tierney
was paying Dean off.

- For what?
- I don't know.

Scott thought Tierney was cheating,
and Dean found out and blackmailed her.

Maybe she got tired of
paying him, and he killed her.

Or she wasn't paying him at all.

Boyfriend was lying
to cover up his guilt.

The boyfriend's only crime
is being in an emo band.

What's wrong with emo?

Nothing, when they were
influenced by Husker Du.

But now they all just
copy Jimmy Eat World...

and, well, that explains
Dashboard Confessional.

I like Dashboard Confessional.

No, you don't.

- Where you going?
- Home.

Not alone, you're not.
Somebody just tried to kill you.

Well, you can't drive me. There's
a mob of paparazzi outside.

Well, then, you should
probably stay here, then, with me.

Oh, wow.

From dating to speed dating.

No, I don't mean
"with me" with me.

I mean, I just can't drive you,
and my couch is comfortable, and...

Besides I sleep in my
freezer upstairs, so...

Okay. Well, better
safe than sorry.

Okay.

You know, I mean, if you need
anything, I'm just right upstairs, anyway.

In your freezer.

Yeah.

Sweet dreams.

You too.

You know, Tierney spends
$1000 a month on cat grooming.

Cat grooming.

Wait, whoa, whoa. Here's something.
A check for 50 grand to Dean Foster.

Scott was right.
Tierney is paying him off.

This is weird.

Her business manager, Ryan
Gold, he writes all her checks, right?

Well, there's a payroll account,
which is how he gets paid.

But every month like clockwork,
he also writes himself a check...

from her personal account.

Twenty grand a pop.

Maybe she found out Gold
was embezzling from her.

"I sort of remember seeing that
guy" isn't gonna stand up in court.

Look, depose him again.

Somebody tried
to kill me last night.

Oh. Listen, I'm gonna
have to call you back.

This seems to happen a lot.

Well, I wouldn't say a lot.

- I'm looking into the Tierney murder.
- Because I asked you not to.

The car that almost ran me
down might lead to something.

Can you run the plate?

Why me?

What if I told you that everything
I found points to one suspect?

- He might be the guy who tried to kill me.
- Which suspect?

Dean Foster.

Paparazzo with an
unhealthy interest in Tierney.

Well, Tierney wasn't the first.

- You know about him?
- Yeah.

He's a person of interest.

Years ago, an actress filed a
restraining order against Foster...

which he proceeded to
violate with wild abandon.

Threat Management got involved,
but Foster wouldn't back off.

Actress finally moved off to London,
and Foster moved on to someone new.

So Tierney became more
than just a subject to him.

And she rejected
him, and he killed her.

It's possible, yeah.

- Why haven't you picked him up?
- Because we haven't found him yet.

I gotta take this. I'll get
back to you on the plate.

Everyone thought she was
one of those vapid little girls...

who runs around
without underwear...

gets married to guys they
meet in gas-station bathrooms.

Tierney wasn't like that.

Sorry.

Ahem. You're looking
for what we owe you.

I'm here to talk about a payment
that Tierney made to Dean Foster.

It was a private matter.

What about the $20,000 checks that you
cut each month from Tierney's account?

- Is that a private matter too?
- Yes.

Leave it alone.

Well, you can tell me, or
I'm gonna find out myself.

And if I do that, it
may not remain private.

Tierney Taylor wasn't her real
name. She legally changed it.

Her dad was a drunk.

He'd slap Tierney
and her mom around.

And then, one day, her mom
had enough. She snapped.

She killed him.

When she got out of jail,
she was an emotional wreck.

Tierney bought her mom a
house, hired staff, private doctors.

But the payments, they
couldn't trace back to her.

You made them in your name.

That kid would've done anything
to keep her mom out of the limelight.

And then, somehow, Dean
found out. Despicable freak.

So in the middle of everything else,
we had to find money to pay him off.

Everything else?

Her movie, Lusitania.

Tierney was shelling out her own
money for costumes, swimming lessons.

Abbott kept saying he was gonna
reimburse her, and she kept believing...

because he swore he wouldn't
make the movie without her.

Frankly, I'm surprised
he stuck to his word.

I thought the studio
shut the movie down.

No. It was all
Abbott's decision.

Hey, Mick. What's up?

No-go on the business manager.

Found out Tierney's pouring...

a whole lot of her own
money into the movie, though.

And it wasn't the studio
that shut the movie down.

It was Abbott.

Why would Abbott
tell me the studio was?

Look, go see Logan. See
what you can dig up on Abbott.

- Beth Turner.
- Dean Foster.

Did you get my e-mail?

Pictures of Mick St. John?

Yeah, he's not a story
without Tierney Taylor.

- Buzzwire is not interested.
- I didn't send them to Buzzwire.

I sent them to you.

So how did St. John get hit by a
car, then just get up and walk away?

I don't know.

I'm willing to bet
that you do know.

What do you want?

You get a tip on a hot story, I'm
gonna be the person that you call.

From now on, I get all
of Buzzwire's exclusives.

Otherwise, Mick St. John
becomes my number-one priority.

It's up to you.

Logan discovered
that Abbott was broke.

He spent all of the investors' money
before they even shot a frame of film.

He needed the insurance to pay.

And the only way to do that was if
the plug was pulled on the movie.

And that meant
getting rid of Tierney.

Hey, Abbott.

Hey.

I was just, uh, heading
off to a meeting.

For your next movie?

Heh. Fish gotta swim.

I'll never, you
know, forget Tierney.

Yeah, me neither.

One thing we were
hoping you could clear up.

Sure, yeah, I'm
glad to help, but...

You know what? I
left my phone inside.

I'll be right back, okay?

He's making a run for it.

Yeah. They always do.

Chasing people is so much
different when you're a vampire.

A vampire is always in control.

It's easy to forget
that it isn't just a game.

And I can't deny the rush...

- Please.
- When I catch the bad guy.

- I didn't wanna kill her.
- Why did you?

To payback the investors.

With Tierney gone, insurance
kicked in force majeure.

It's not an act of God when
you kill somebody, Abbott.

You murdered that girl.

She would have done anything
for you, but you killed her.

But my investors are bad news.

They were gonna kill me. I
had to shut the movie down.

Look, I tried other things.

Paparazzi. I thought
it would stress her out.

I tried to get her to drop out of the
movie on her own and nothing worked.

Let's go.

Hey, Abbott.

Jason Abbott, why did
you murder Tierney Taylor?

- Did he kill Tierney...?
- Hey, get these vultures out of here.

Come on, you
heard him. Let's go.

I ran the plate. It
traced back to Abbott.

- You knew that.
- We just came to talk to him.

- He confessed.
- Be better to the police.

I'm sure he'll give a
repeat performance.

You move out of the way.

Jason, Jason.

I guess that's the end of
my 15 minutes of fame.

What happens when a vampire
thinks he's about to be exposed?

He moves on.

Changes cities,
names. Starts all over.

- Have you ever done that?
- No.

But I've been careful and lucky.

I suppose one day
my luck will run out.

But until then...

Listen, how about dinner
tonight? Arbor Bistro.

It's a great restaurant. They
grow all their own vegetables.

You are gonna get so
tired of watching me eat.

I hope so.

It's a date.

The rest of the
paparazzi have moved on.

Dean won't.

He won't stop stalking Mick.

Eventually, he'll get a picture of
Mick vamping or drinking blood.

This whole digital
revolution is bad for vampires.

Back in the day, a
photo didn't matter.

Because vampires
come out blurry?

It's the silver in the emulsion.

And all a blurry photo proves is
the photographer's incompetence.

Are you speaking
from experience?

Let's just say there was a rowdy night
at Garbo's I wouldn't want documented.

Don't tell me. You're the
reason she wanted to be alone.

Now, Beth, you wouldn't want
me to kiss and tell, would you?

So, what do you want me to
do about this Foster character?

I thought you could
handle it, you know.

Pay him off or something.

You think that will work?

No.

Well, then, you know
how I'm gonna handle it.

Mick has protected me. Saved
me more times than I can count.

And you're returning the favor.

- Just don't tell him we're doing this.
- I can keep a secret.

But as long as you're involved
with Mick and you work at Buzzwire...

his secret will
always be in danger.

- I, um...
- Yeah?

- I have something to tell you.
- Mm-hm.

I quit Buzzwire.

Why?

With Maureen gone, there's
not a veneer of respectability.

I'm not gonna make a living
feeding off people like some kind of...

Yes, well, um...

I suppose we're all vampires
in one form or another.

To vampires.

To us.

Hey, get out of
here, kid. Come on.

There ain't nothing for you
to see. Go on, move along.

Hey, I'm talking to you, you
little punk. Go on, get out of here.

Don't you got a
curfew or something?

Not in over a hundred
years or so, punk.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, God, no.

I'm thinking yes.

And for the last time, this is
Beth Turner reporting for Buzzwire.