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Previously on Moonlight:

I was a medic
back in World War II.

Multiple gunshot
wounds were common.

You must be older,
but you look about 30.

I'm gonna be 85 this November.

- It can't be all that bad to live forever.
- It's not fun to experience things alone.

I haven't been in a romantic relationship
with a human since I became a vampire.

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

He moves on. Starts all over.

As long as you're involved and you work
at Buzzwire, his secret will be in danger.

I have something to
tell you. I quit Buzzwire.

If you hadn't been a vampire,
I'd have died 23 years ago.

Being a vampire
isn't all you are.

Hey.

- I got your message.
- Wow, look at you.

Thanks for coming by
so early. Get you a coffee?

- Yeah.
- All right.

- Hey.
- Hello.

- Two coffees.
- Coming right up.

- So how's unemployment treating you?
- Ugh.

Quitting Buzzwire was the
right decision, but I don't know.

Being noble and unemployed isn't
everything you dreamed it would be?

I have been baking a lot.

I'm sure. MAN: Get this one.

- Let's sit here. MAN:
Yeah, no problem.

So you hear about the little
boy who was abducted last night?

I covered two similar kidnapping
cases for Buzzwire last year.

- Yeah.
- Do you think it's the same guy?

I do. That's why I
pulled your reports.

Very well-researched.
Really insightful.

Huh. Didn't help.

The boys were still
found dead within a week.

The cops never caught the guy.

That's why I want you to come
with me. Look at the crime scene.

I'm not a profiler.

No, but you've done the
legwork on the last victims.

There's gotta be some
kind of connection.

Maybe you'll see
something we're missing.

How could you not know a Roche
Bobois couch from a Manutti?

You invite me to a night on the
town. I'm thinking jazz, cigars...

maybe a fresh-from-the-vein
pitcher of sangria.

- Not window-shopping for couches.
- So sue me.

My new office is almost ready, and
I just fired my bonehead designers.

And 4 a.m. really is
the best time to browse.

Are we gonna find your
designers at the bottom of the pits?

Mick, please, I don't have the energy
to kill everyone who pisses me off.

I have to hire some people.

Uh... Blood, juice, day, night.

A few weeks as a human, and my
body can't work out what it wants.

Well, blood-orange juice
must be particularly confusing.

Now, sorry about your jet lag, or
maybe I should say human lag...

but I am feeling the
call of subzero oblivion.

Personal plea from the
boy's father, Robert Fordham.

This is my son,
Jacob. He just turned 6.

He's 45 pounds.

Just under 4 feet.

Well, you are positively Pavlovian
where that girl is concerned.

Brown hair, brown eyes.

Please, whoever you
are, bring my son back.

Mick.

Hey.

- You're not here with Buzzwire?
- No, Talbot asked me to come.

Why are you here?

- I grew up in this neighborhood.
- You grew up here?

Beth.

Go ahead.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Josef thought it was seeing
Beth that drew me here...

but it wasn't.

It was the house, and the
people who once lived in it.

My buddy, Ray.

His wife, Lilah.

Mick, keep an eye on him.

You know he trips
over his own shoelaces.

Well, if he does, I'll
be there to pick him up.

Be safe, Ray.

I love you.

I'll be home soon, Lilah.
You can count on that.

We'd been friends all our lives.

I loved them.

And then I betrayed them.

I already took shots of this.
- Okay.

All right, I'll be in the room.

Detective? MAN 3: Yeah?

All the detectives are upstairs.

I'm actually a... I'm a private
investigator. Mick St. John.

- Robert Fordham.
- Good to meet you.

I think there's a mistake.
I didn't call anyone.

No, I volunteered my help. I
grew up right down the street.

I can't believe this is
happening. I'm really very sorry.

These your parents?

Yeah, my folks passed
away a few years ago.

- You know them?
- Kind of.

I didn't know they
had any children.

Just me. I was a baby boomer.

Mr. Fordham, why don't you
go have a seat with your wife?

- We still have some questions.
- Okay.

I don't know who
let you in here...

Detective, there's
a child missing.

We can use all
the help we can get.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

They'll finish the
interview up in there.

Okay.

All right.

Okay, had anyone been
bothering Jacob at school?

On the playground?

- No, he would've told us.
- You said he was having nightmares.

- Was he seeing a doctor?
- No, it was nothing like that.

He's 6. He has
a big imagination.

Every little creak he
heard was a monster.

He said he heard tapping
coming from the walls.

I checked the crawl spaces,
and put rat traps in the attic.

- It's okay.
- Detective.

Okay, you guys. Take a minute.

You mind if I take a
look in the boy's room?

Forensics are still working.
Come back in a couple hours.

- I can only imagine him...
- Yeah, great.

A couple of hours, so they
can trample anything useful.

The cops never found blood
or prints at the previous scenes.

Hey, do you know Robert?

What? No, why?

I don't know. You
were acting kind of odd.

Oh. WOMAN: Come on, honey.

Think it's the guy who
took the other boys?

Well, the m.o.'s
exactly the same.

Little boy taken from his
home while his parents slept.

No sign of forced entry.
The perp is a ghost.

Yeah, or a vampire.

Were any of the other
victims missing blood?

- You have anyone in mind?
- Yeah.

Somebody Talbot
won't know about.

My name didn't ring
a bell with Robert.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised
Lilah and Ray never mentioned me.

Damn.

This makes K rations seem gourmet.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- File a complaint.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- Oh, wait a minute...

we're in the middle of
nowhere fighting Germans.

This isn't nowhere.

It's a forest in Italy.

Ugh. What I wouldn't give for one
of Lilah's Sunday dinners right now.

- Mm.
- Mm.

I mean, not only does she have
Lana Turner's legs and Garbo's laugh...

but my wife could cook a
ham so juicy it'd tempt a rabbi.

Oh, God, he's hit. - Get down.

Stay with me, Ralphie.

Hey, Ray. RAY: Aaah!

Ray, stop.

Ray saved my life several times.

And I saved his a time or two.

It's what happens when
you're fighting in a war.

You know, when I asked you
here, it wasn't a group invitation.

Oh, I didn't call Mick.

Well, it just seems wherever one of
you goes, the other one isn't far behind.

This room. Downstairs.

What?

Look at the toys.

Okay, so the kid's a little OCD.

No, it's a defensive line.

If a monster showed, he'd
have to break through...

and make enough
noise to wake Jacob.

Is that what you did after
you were taken as a child?

- How do you know about that?
- Well, it's my business to know.

Come on, tell me you didn't
Google me after we first met, huh?

Every vamp knows
children's blood is more pure.

Less free radicals.

But some crave it because
they think it tastes better...

like something cooked in
butter instead of margarine.

Leo is one of those vamps.
He's also the nervous type.

If Jacob heard tapping in the
walls, I may have found the mouse.

You're killing me, man.

Tell me you didn't take that kid
in West Adams last night, Leo.

Mick, you wound me.

I'm not some kind of pervert.

And I'm not the cops, Leo, but I
will get the truth before I leave.

The only question is,
easy way, hard way.

I didn't take him.

Children are a precious gift.

I just like their blood.

Where do you get it?

Runaways mostly.

I buy them booze, then I tap a
vein while they're sleeping it off.

Do you kill them?

Hell, no.

I even leave them cash.

More than they'd
get at the blood bank.

Ask anybody.

Leave the runaways alone, Leo.

So, what kind of monster were
you and Mr. Talbot talking about?

Oh, I was just wondering if there
was any kind of real-life explanation...

for Jacob's fears.

- You mean, someone he knew?
- Right.

Somebody who had a key,
like the housekeeper you fired...

or an angry ex-wife.

No. No, there is
no one like that.

Huh.

Is that photo from World War II?

Yeah, that's my
dad, Ray Fordham.

His company was
stationed in Italy.

Robert was a child of
the baby boom, all right.

Thousands of reunited couples
celebrating life had thousands of babies.

But Robert was born only
seven months after Ray got home.

Hey, I saw a photo of you at Robert's.
You were in the war with his father.

Why didn't you tell me you wanted
to help because you knew the family?

Because they could be my family.

Your family?

How?

Years before I
became a vampire...

I was just another
soldier in World War II.

Ray was my best friend.

In the late summer of 1944,
we were fighting together in Italy.

Hold up. Hold up.

- Where's that coming from?
- That's the road to Florence.

- Okay, move out.
Go. MAN 2: Okay.

Incoming!

Take cover!

Ray, you're in the open!

Get over here!

Ray, answer me. - Ray!

- Ray. MAN 5:
Sarge, where are you?

Ray, Ray, Ray. RAY: Uhn.

- It's okay. MAN
6: Are you all right?

My legs feel funny.
They still there?

Yeah, of course.

Two good legs, and
I still gotta run to you.

You stay with me, Ray, okay?

- Take care of Lilah, okay?
- Shut the hell up.

You gotta take
care of her yourself.

Tell her that I love her.

Tell her.

I'll tell her, Ray.

I'll tell her.

Ray.

A week later, I woke
up in a field hospital...

wounded but alive.

They told me I was the only
one who survived from that patrol.

And eight months later,
I was back in the States.

Of course, Lilah knew
that Ray was gone...

but I needed to see her.

We were devastated.

Then, a week later, the
war in Europe was over...

and there were
parades in the streets.

There were picnics.

Everybody was starting over.

Mick, take a break.

I swear you're gonna start fixing
things that aren't even broke.

I like to keep busy.

I know that feeling.

It works until I close
my eyes at night.

I can't believe a woman who built
airplanes for 3 years can't change a fuse.

It's not that I can't.

Ray just always used to
take care of some things.

He wanted me to
take care of you.

Well, you do, Mick.

You do.

You started over with Lilah?

I know how it sounds, but you...

It just kind of happened.

It didn't... It just happened.

So you think Robert...?

How could you not
know you had a son?

When I left Lilah, I had
no idea she was pregnant.

But I checked
Robert's birthdate.

It's possible.

Why did you leave her?

Because Ray survived.

He was in a coma for months.

He lost his dog tags. The
Army didn't know who he was.

When Ray turned up,
I made myself scarce.

What else could I do?

I left my best friend for
dead, and then I stole his wife.

It was wrong.

It wasn't wrong if it was love.

Was it love?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think it was.

It's getting late. Cops
should be done by now.

Yeah.

Thanks for letting
us have a look.

Yeah, well, CSI and the
police have combed every inch.

I don't care who finds
Jacob as long as he's found.

It's strange to have a son who
looks old enough to be your father.

You seem familiar somehow.

Oh, he was all
over TMZ last week.

No.

Do I maybe know your family?

No, I don't think so.

Excuse me.

This was a human crime.

There's no scent
of vampire in here.

Hey, can't you smell
if Robert's your son?

No, it's not that specific.

- Can you get a DNA test?
- Wouldn't work.

My DNA was fundamentally
altered when I became a vampire.

What about pre-vamp DNA?

I have a lot of skills. Time
travel is not one of them.

Now, what about a lock of hair
from a family Bible or something?

Maybe.

I didn't keep much from
when I was human, though.

Is that fingerprint powder?

No, it's powdered metal.

CSI has probably
bagged a sample.

Lucky for us we have
the mobile vampire lab.

Let's take a look upstairs.

Jacob's room...

would be right under here.

He was here.

- This is where he watched Jacob.
- Ugh.

And this is the door he came in.

Who's had physical
access to the attic?

We renovated last year.

Other than the contractor,
there were dozens of workers.

Okay, we're gonna
need those names.

If he made a secret
way into Jacob's room...

maybe he made a
secret way into the house.

Or found one
that's already here.

A lot of these old
houses had coal chutes.

Like this one.

And it's a way into the house.

It's been opened recently.

Once he was in the kitchen,
he could take stairs to the attic.

- And take his time.
- To take my son.

So Jacob was right. The
monster was in the walls.

And in the floors.

And in the ceilings.

- How'd you know the coal chute?
- I grew up in a house like this.

- Here in L.A.?
- Yeah.

What school did you go to?

- You investigating me now?
- Depends. You got something to hide?

No, not anymore. The paparazzi
exposed my deepest secrets.

Shoe size, 10 and a
half. Favorite color, blue.

Boxers, not briefs.

How did we get on to
this delightful subject?

We digressed.

I know the other crime
scenes were in different parts...

but they're all
turn-of-the-century Victorians.

Maybe our guy worked on them.

Check and see if
they have coal chutes.

It would explain how he got in.

I'll have our guys check it out.

This is every piece of paper
from the renovation last year.

- Every work order, invoice.
- Every suspect.

- That's a lot of names.
- We need to get started.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

- I'll make some coffee.
- Hey.

It's after 3.

You know, why don't
you try to get some sleep?

Easier said than done.

Robert's DNA.

One sample down. One to go.

You should try to
get some rest too.

Yeah, it's hard to sleep knowing
Jacob's out there with this nut.

- We'll get him back.
- Cut through yet?

We have to.

DA's office will narrow it down.

- Ben's got a good team.
- Ben? Wow.

- Should I be jealous?
- Of course.

Even if I have no
romantic interest in him...

your jealousy makes
me feel desirable.

Maybe I can't time travel...

and I definitely don't have a
lock of hair in the family Bible...

but every soldier had
to fit his life into a box.

This I kept.

So Robert's contractor is legit, but
he hired a lot of labor off the books.

They could either be nice guys
from the Home Depot parking lot...

or convicted felons.

Right. I did have better luck
with the other crime scenes.

Both houses have been
renovated within the last year.

The first victim was taken from
a 1911 Victorian in Ocean Park.

The second was taken from
a 1903 Victorian in Pasadena.

- Do they both have coal chutes?
- No.

But Ocean Park had a wine
cellar with an access door.

Pasadena had an in-floor
heating system riddled...

with a bunch of steam tunnels.

- Both have been sealed up for decades.
- Have they been opened recently?

- Yep.
- I bet you a hundred dollars...

even the owners didn't
know those entrances existed.

- You'd win. MAN:
Long morning, huh?

You ever think of becoming
a civilian investigator?

I did some investigating at
Buzzwire, but I'm not a cop.

But you don't have to be, but
you would have to work for me.

- Is that a job offer?
- Yeah, it is.

I thought my human past was
dead, hidden away in storage...

but now I find out it
might be alive and well...

living in a house in West Adams.

Only my human DNA
will tell me for sure.

Oh, nice footlocker. What,
did you mug an Army guy?

Josef, to what do I
owe this pleasure?

I left my cell phone
here yesterday.

I spent 400 years without
one, now I can't go a day...

So, GI Mick, why the
trip down memory lane?

I need DNA to confirm
that I fathered a child...

with my best friend's
wife after the war.

Wow, never a dull moment,
huh? I'll give you that.

- Ahem.
- Come on.

Give me your best shot.
I know you're dying to.

You want the truth?

I'm jealous.

You see, I've sired plenty of
vamps in my day, but no rug rats.

Well, that I know of.

I guess they'd all be dust by now,
so it's kind of a moot point, but...

Yeah, you know, it's
one of my only regrets.

And I don't believe in regrets.

That boy who was kidnapped...

he might be my grandson.

Yeah.

I hope you get the kid back.

Your last contribution to
the human gene pool, huh?

Yeah, I guess he is.

Unless you and Beth rewrite
the rules of vampire love...

and figure out how to procreate.

Hi, Beth.

Beth's here.

What did you find out?

I think the kidnapper
saw original blueprints...

- of the victims' houses.
- Could he get those online?

No, all hard copies are filed
at the County Assessor's office.

He would have
had to sign them out.

Okay, I'll drop you
at the Hall of Records.

Oh, you found it?

Yeah.

Pre-vampire DNA.

- Well, we should take it to Bionalysis.
- Okay.

So the lab promised to
rush your DNA results...

and we should know by tomorrow.

So about what Josef said.

What? That we can't have a baby?

- You wanna have my baby?
- What do you think of Elliot for a boy?

I'm kidding. Relax.

But I mean, children are a part of
most normal human relationships.

Our relationship being
neither normal nor human.

But Josef was right,
vampires can't have kids, so...

- I mean, if it's a deal breaker...
- Oh, whoa, whoa.

I think we're getting
ahead of ourselves.

I mean, we haven't even
slept with each other yet.

It may not be any good.

Let's just focus on
getting Jacob back...

and we'll worry about our
children when the time comes.

Yeah.

Bye.

Already went through this...

- with the police.
- I understand it's a lot of names...

but I need you to try to
remember faces, voices.

Anyone who was
off-kilter at all.

Hey. Hey, hey, it's okay.

- Let's just take a breath.
- Okay.

Okay?

You know, we had
Jacob late in life.

He was our little
miracle, you know?

Just like I was for my folks.

Why were you a miracle?

Because my father
was partially paralyzed...

when he came back from the war.

They didn't think that
he could have any kids.

And then I came along
seven months later.

I was the biggest preemie
my mother's doctor ever saw.

He was big because
he wasn't premature.

He was mine.

Robert, I...

How do you tell a man twice
your age that you're his father?

You don't.

I'm gonna get Jacob back.

Thank you.

Just, you know, I never thought
that I'd ever have a son, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Okay, so listen,
these workmen...

Were any of them
especially interested in Jacob?

You know, it's chaos when
you're renovating, you know?

There's a lot of dust and
noise and people everywhere.

Wait a minute.

There was this one guy,
though. He liked to work at night.

Did he ever speak to Jacob?

Maybe once or twice.

I think he did the
metalwork on the roof.

Uh... I don't know
his name. Um...

Wait a minute, it was Kevin
or Ken. Started with a V.

- Verdolino. Ken Verdolino?
- That's him.

Hello?

Have you figured it out yet?

Verdolino.

Yeah, and you're Mick St. John.

The PI who drives
the old Mercedes.

- You've been watching me?
- It's what I do.

- Where's Jacob?
- Jacob's mine now.

Stay away.

We can talk about this
in person, Ken. Come on.

How about I talk to your
blond friend instead?

She's lonely all by herself among
the files and the bookshelves.

I always did like
the smart girls.

Hello?

Hey, I'm still in here. Can
you turn the lights on, please?

Hello?

Flashlight.

Hello?

Hey.

Hello?

- Oh!
- Beth! Beth, you okay?

There's somebody in
there. He's watching me.

Listen to me. His
name is Ken Verdolino.

He's the guy who took
Jacob. You stay here.

- Oh, my God.
- Listen, stay here.

Okay.

Okay, I got it. Thank you.

- Oh.
- He's long gone.

If you keep sneaking up on
me, I am gonna Mace you.

Well, it's only a matter
of time. Who was that?

It was Ben. He's got
Verdolino's address.

It's 1532 Hobart in West Adams.
He's getting a search warrant.

Why don't we pull Verdolino's
blueprints while we're here?

- This is them?
- Mm-hm.

1532 Hobart.

It's right under the freeway.

And there's a basement.

It's gotta be where he's
holding Jacob. Let's go.

Mick, wait. Mick.

I know this boy means a lot to you,
but we should wait for the warrant.

You wanna play it by-the-book
while this guy could be moving Jacob?

I just don't want you to spook him.
He might do something desperate.

I know what I'm doing.

Verdolino knows I'm onto him.

He's out of time.
And so is Jacob.

They tore houses down years
ago to make room for the freeway...

but they left scars behind.

Basements...

for monsters to hide in.

Cops are on their way.

You let Jacob go, and you
can walk out of here alive.

Verdolino likes the dark.

Fine by me.

Ken Verdolino, L.A.P.D. Open up.

Break it down.

Kitchen, clear.

Bedroom, clear.

Office, clear.

I know how you feel, Ken.
Always on the outside looking in.

Always alone.

Always in the dark.

That's why I can't let him go.

We all have to learn there's
nothing to fear in the dark.

You think kidnapping him
and terrorizing him is therapy?

Clear.

- St. John said Verdolino was here.
- He did.

No sign of them.

No, I saw Mick's car outside.
He's still here somewhere.

Once Jacob gets over
his fear, he's free to go.

How can he get over his
fear when he's cold and alone?

Life's cold, Mick. It's a harsh
lesson we all gotta learn.

- Actually, you're pretty close.
- Closer than you think.

Where's Jacob?

Tell me where he is now.

Oh, my God.

Why aren't you scared?

- It's over.
- So it is.

And now Jacob's gonna die
alone and scared because of you.

No.

Let's go.

Scan the lot.

No, there's nothing over here.

Blue Team, back.

Go.

Go, let's go.

Jacob?

Jacob?

Jacob, if you can hear me,
you gotta make a noise, buddy.

Jacob?

Beth, there's nothing here.

- You heard the gunshots.
He's here. TALBOT: Yeah.

Jacob, you gotta give me a sign.

Come on, kid.

Jacob.

Beth. Beth, Beth.

- Guys, I found something. SWAT
MEMBER 8: Let's go, let's go.

Jacob? Jacob.

Jacob.

Jacob. Come on, Jacob, breathe.

Breathe.

Okay. Okay.

Come on.

Someone moving there.
- Let's go.

This is L.A.P.D. Come
out with your hands up.

- It's Mick St. John. I have Jacob.
- It's St. John.

- Clear me.
- You're clear.

- Where are the paramedics?
- There. Where's Verdolino?

He killed himself.

Put him down.

You're okay.

Alive. Check him out.

No response, three.

- Airway's clear.
- Pupils, dilated.

- Get a mask on him?
- He's gonna be okay.

- The DNA test.
- The lab sent it over this morning.

Robert's not my son.

Good for you, Ray. Heh.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

No, this is the way
it's supposed to be.

I just didn't know how much I
wanted a family till I almost had one.

You know?

Hey.

Family's not only about DNA.

Jacob.

Hey, buddy.

- Look, it's Mick.
- I know, I know.

I just saw him pull
up. We'll go say hi.

No, in the picture.