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Chris! Crucified is the foundation of all our hopes.

The fountain of all our joys.

And by his death we live.

And it will be foolishness to all.

The message of Christ, plainly delivered,

ever has been e sure touchstone by which men may learn

what road they are traveling.

Traveling.

Despised doctrine of salvation by faith

in a crucified Saviour,

God, in his human nature,

purchasing the church with his own blood

to save the multitudes.

And the weakest instruments God uses

are stronger in their effects

than the strongest men can use.

Anybody here better come out!

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch ♪

♪ Like me ♪

Who the hell are you?

♪ I once... ♪

Katarina?

Katarina?

We lost our little girl

and I miss her so much.

Do you know where she is?

Things look more alive when they're dead.

Tell Belinda it's time to go.

Do you know where she is?

Time to say goodbye.

Now, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?

You wouldn't lie to Mommy.

I never saw no little girl.

Do Mommy a favor.

Take this gun...

and show me how it works.

Boy's name is Roy Cody.

Raised in Kansas.

Moved here when his parents died.

Been on the force three years.

He's a good cop.

Straight shooter.

He don't lie, he don't drink, he don't smoke.

Believes in God Almighty.

Sounds exhausting.

So, what do you think?

What do I think? What do I think about what?

Kid made detective this morning.

We're hoping you can work with him.

He's 20 years old.

He's 25.

Good work.

Look, you have to help us out here.

Oh yeah? Says who?

Says his uncle.

The fucking mayor of this fine city of ours.

Jesus Christ, Frank.

I'm not a God damn babysitter.

Mayor is a personal family friend.

He wants someone to keep the kid out of trouble.

Why me?

I told them you were the last honest cop in the city.

Hilarious.

You got to stop lying to him.

Harry...

this would be be a personal favor for me.

And it would look good if you would play along.

I'm guessing I don't have a choice in the matter.

I'll owe you one.

Cody!

Come here.

Roy Cody, meet Detective Harry J. Ganet.

My uncle says great things about you.

Pleasure's mine.

So I said, "Absolutely."

You want to bet me at 20 yards? I can do that.

I can do better than that.

I could nail that headshot at 30.

I mean, I'm not a gambler, but for $500?

"I'm going to put a bullet in a piece of paper at 30 yards."

Uh-huh.

So, guess what happens?

No idea.

Sergeant hits the roll switch

and that target's now flying back to 30 yards.

Paper flying all over the place

and he tells me to hit a moving target.

I mean, I can't even see the head of this thing.

You want a bite?

What? No, I'm good. Thanks.

So, you know what I do? You a vegetarian?

No, I just don't eat like that after midnight.

Eat like what?

Whatever that is you're eating.

Anyway, I close my eyes and I made that headshot.

Eyes closed with help from above.

That's amazing.

Possible code 53.

Dubois County. River Road 314.

Goddamn it.

Got to love Christmas. Nothing but suicides.

Neighbor heard a dog barking,

then a gunshot.

Fellas.

My new partner, Roy Cody.

Yeah, we heard.

We found a Parish kid inside.

It's all the same with you, we'd rather not get involved.

Yeah, well, go home to your wife, Fred.

Okay.

Look at this stuff.

Hey, what's a Parish kid, anyway?

I mean, aren't we supposed to have this place locked down by now?

How about we do a little less talking?

You think I talk too much?

Lonny Destrie.

You knew him, Harry?

Shit, I'm sorry.

No. No, I didn't know him.

Took one to the temple.

Exit wound from the side of the head.

And one hole in the wall.

It's a suicide. Case closed.

He killed himself.

He didn't kill himself.

I take it that's the Parish kid?

Roy. Roy, wait in the car.

This is complicated.

I speak English pretty good.

Try me.

Hey, kid.

You Okay?

Who do you belong to?

All right, Roy, let's get out of here.

We don't want to get involved in this.

Are you kidding?

Come on, kid.

What's wrong with you?

How can you drive her home if you don't know where she lives?

She lives in Metier Parish.

Harry, nobody lives there. It's just empty buildings.

They're not empty.

Okay, kid.

You're close to home, you can walk it from here.

I don't want to go alone. They'll be angry at me.

This is crazy.

How can she walk back home alone?

Roy, if I were you, I'd...

Screw that.

Cody!

Cody!

Shit.

You live way out here?

We move from house to house.

Who takes care of you?

Sometimes they bring me down here with the others.

The others, huh?

I'll show you if you promise me something.

Sure.

You won't let them hurt me.

Not a chance.

No matter what?

No matter what.

Come on.

You know what fucking time it is?

We got a problem.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

What's the problem now?

I told you this was a bad idea.

Why'd you let him go in there?

What the hell was I supposed to tell him?

I don't give a fuck what you tell him,

just go in there and get him out.

You understand me, Harry?

I'm not bullshitting and I'm not playing around.

Get' your ass in...

It's not your average house, is it?

No. It's way worse.

And I'm not supposed to tell.

Sometimes they bring us here.

Us?

Lots of kids like me.

But I'm their favorite.

Excuse me.

NOPD. I'd like to ask you some questions.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Well, well, well...

Look what the kitten dragged in.

I didn't tell him anything.

I really can't thank you enough

for bringing our little girl home.

My darling.

Mommy's here.

I'm going to need to see some identification.

Stop right there.

Back off. Let's keep this civilized.

Let's not do anything stupid now.

No. No. No.

Put your gun down now.

Now, get on your knees.

That's a good detective.

Now, take your gun

and put it in your mouth.

No!

Put it in your mouth.

No.

I said, "Put it in your mouth."

No!

That's enough, Carlo.

You don't have the right.

It is my club.

I can do whatever pleases me.

This policeman must die.

My guests would like to hear music,

not watch you rip a police officer apart.

Now, get out.

Now.

Fucking roadblock.

Roy Cody.

How long have you been a detective?

About nine hours.

They sense your fear, Detective.

Relax.

Didn't anyone tell you that Metier Parish is off limits

to the police?

Who are you?

I am Brisbane.

The owner of the Nocturna.

This is Dmitri and the lady is Lydia.

I shot a man in the face.

Yes, you did.

Mauricio Moldero, head of the Moldero clan.

We had to clean his brains off the floor.

I don't think he's going to be very happy about that.

He's not dead? That depends on your definition of "dead."

Where's the little girl I came with?

Yes, unfortunately, you must forget about her.

She's Moldero's property now.

They're very deviant.

Ever since their bloodline became diseased

we have distanced ourselves from them.

What are you people?

We are very impressed with you.

Not many can resist...

our voice.

We have a proposition for you.

If you work for us during the day,

we will protect you at night.

I don't think he understands.

Without our protection,

you will not survive the night.

Roy Cody...

us letting you leave is not the same

as us letting you go.

Can you hear me?

Interesting how pain can get a man's attention.

Roy.

Come on. Get on your feet.

Get on your feet. Come on. Come on.

There you go.

Rise and shine.

I told you you shouldn't have walked that little girl home.

It wasn't a home.

It was a... Shh, shh. Uh-uh.

You're doing that talking thing again.

But, Harry... Just keep it to yourself.

I don't want to hear about it, okay?

They're not human.

They took that little girl.

If you're smart, you won't tell anybody

about anything you saw in there.

I shot a man in the face

and he didn't die.

Well, maybe you didn't shoot him hard enough.

♪ Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle ♪

♪ The cow jumped over the moon ♪

♪ The little dog laughed ♪

♪ To see such sport ♪

♪ And the dish ran away with the spoon ♪

Don't worry.

It'll get better.

First day on the job and already getting in trouble.

Now, we going to find who jumped you.

Don't you worry about a thing.

Can you put someone outside his door just in case?

I've already taken care of it. And...

Harry has volunteered to stick around for tonight.

Didn't you, Harry?

Yeah.

You've always been a fighter.

Back on your feet in no time.

You did good, kid.

Just stick to the robbery story

and all of this will blow over.

♪ Hush little baby, don't say a word ♪

♪ Mommy's going to buy you a mockingbird ♪

♪ If that mockbird don't sing ♪

♪ Mommy's going to buy you a diamond ring ♪

How are you, my darlings?

Tell Mommy you love her.

I love you, Mommy.

That's a good boy.

Tell Mommy you love her.

We do, Mommy. We love you.

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

You got this? Yeah.

Hi.

I'm looking for Detective Cody.

Visiting hours are over.

What room is he in?

Can I help you, ma'am?

Hi.

It's a lovely evening, isn't it?

Well, well, well...

You made quite an impression, little man.

Bravo.

Not like a new face.

But that's okay, it'll grow back.

But yours...

won't look the same...

without those eyes.

That nose.

That tongue.

You'll look so hideous...

you'll wish you had died.

But you won't die.

We'll keep you alive.

Put you on a leash.

Rip his eyes out!

Go, go, go!

Goddamnit!

Just drive, Goddamnit!

Goddamnit.

Just drive, Roy, drive.

Try these on, hon.

Thanks.

We need to talk.

Oh, Roy, why do you got to ruin a good thing?

Ladies, meet Roy Cody.

The mayor's fine looking young nephew from Kansas.

Mm. Long way from home.

Roy's been having some trouble down at Metier Parish.

Oh, Lord. Them Parish people?

They crazy with a capital.

My grandmother told me

that whole place, bad juju.

They raise the dead there.

After Katrina, you saw people walking around after they was

dead in the water for days.

I don't know nothing about dead people

walking around, but there's a reason

we don't go to that Parish.

Bunch of blood-soaked

voodoo fanatics there.

They're not fanatics,

and they're not human.

Get out of here.

GO, go! go...

You talk like that, people end up dead, you get it?

So, you know what's going on there?

We are paid to look the other way.

Those people who don't?

They disappear.

We have to tell someone.

Yeah, I told someone, once.

Told my wife, you know what happened to her?

She's dead.

Maybe we head south of the border for a little while

until this cools off.

They said they would protect me

if I worked for them during the day.

Work for who? Doing what?

Maybe Mexico's a good idea.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't speak Spanish.

And if there's another way out of this

you better start talking.

ROY... '

who's offering you protection?

I swear the place was packed last night.

So, Roy...

have you discovered who your friends are yet?

I am not your friend.

Then who are you?

We're here for the job.

I told him you could protect us.

I never agreed to protect him.

Well, I'm his partner.

I know who you are, Harry.

I knew your father.

Your grandfather.

And the father before him.

Not a history of very good men.

I didn't know you were looking for good men.

I thought you were looking for killers.

We just want to get out of this mess alive.

Do you know the rule of the Parish?

Breathe a word and we're dead.

It seems as though we have a common foe, Harry.

We know who killed your wife.

Obviously, we require complete discretion

or you and anyone you tell will be killed.

Who are these Molderos?

A family that are no longer related

and there's bad blood between us.

How do we find where they sleep?

If I had the answer to that question,

I wouldn't need you, would I?

Please ignore these blood cows.

If any of them try to grab you, just kick it.

Blood cows?

I run a nightclub, Roy.

My guests don't come for the whiskey.

So, the Molderos keep children to bleed

and you keep men?

These men are criminals.

Rapist, murderer, pedophile.

Filth your police couldn't catch.

Actually, your mayor should pay us to keep them locked away.

Your room is right through here.

Lydia will teach you the rules of the house.

Let me clean your leg.

My leg's not bleeding.

You don't think I can smell blood?

So, what's your job here?

House doctor?

Actually, I was a nurse during the war.

Which one?

The Civil War.

Last time I was alive.

This will be your room

until you find out where the Molderos are sleeping.

At night, this is the only place where you can be.

What's this bad blood between you and the Molderos?

You know that little girl you brought in?

Katherine.

I used to be just like her.

A Moldero child.

A prisoner before Brisbane saved me.

Brisbane promised the Molderos

would pay for what they did to me.

The keys are in the ignition.

The gas tank is filled.

Be home before sunset

or the Molderos will kill you.

Happy hunting.

You drive.

Where to?

I don't know, Roy, just drive.

Morning, ma'am.

Detective Cody.

This is my partner, Detective Ganet.

Mr. Wingate at home?

I'm sure he didn't do anything.

We don't believe he did anything wrong.

Just looking to ask him some questions about his car.

He don't have no car.

Well, ma'am, he used to.

That old Ford? Back in 1958.

Last known registration was Michael Wingate.

And this was his address.

Michael's in a wheelchair,

he don't have nothing to say.

Well, can we talk to him anyway?

Can I see your identification again?

Well, here we are.

He's been in a wheelchair for 20 years,

and he doesn't talk much.

He doesn't eat much, either.

You mind leaving us alone a moment?

Good luck.

Mr. Wingate.

We found your car.

Old Ford from 1958?

Thought maybe you could tell us a bit about it.

You ever heard of the Moldero family?

Let me help you.

That was my car.

Used to drive Lydia around in that car.

What she promise you, kid?

Money?

Immortality?

Want us to find where the Molderos sleep.

They asked me to do the same thing.

Back in 1975...

but...

Molderos found me first.

Took turns cutting off my legs.

Fed me on their blood.

Keep me alive.

That little Lydia.

She's a crafty one.

Which one of you two she got her hooks into?

She doesn't have any hooks in us.

You going to help us find the Molderos or not?

Come here.

Come here.

Back in the Civil War,

Battle of Gettysburg,

sweet Lydia used to creep out.

Into the fields under the moonlight

looking for the wounded

wearing a nurse's uniform.

Thousands of soldiers died.

Thought they were seeing a vision

until she fed on their blood till dawn.

Don't trust any of them.

Especially her.

We don't have a choice.

If...

I help you find the Molderos,

you got to do something for me.

Under the bed.

There's a suitcase.

Take it.

Promise me...

you'll send those bloodsucking bastards to hell.

Well, that was interesting.

Very interesting.

Think Wingate just gave us his rock collection.

Give me the keys.

Who's this guy?

We're going to find out.

Lieutenant James Cort.

Born January 28th, 1921.

Who?

Dead guy in the trunk had a wallet and ID.

Used to be a cop.

Wingate was obsessed with all of this.

Seriously?

Just took that dead guy's money?

What's he going to do with it?

These must be the kids the Molderos keep for blood.

Long dead by now.

Well, there's obviously plenty more.

We need to save them and burn the whole place to the ground.

Burn them all to hell.

These people, whatever they are,

they're demons. All of them.

You need to calm the fuck down.

They're using us.

Just like Wingate and that guy in the trunk.

And look what happened to them.

I won't help Brisbane.

I won't be a part of their revenge.

I'm telling my uncle.

You tell anyone and we're both dead.

We're dead anyways.

The Molderos killed my wife.

You got that? You understand that?

You want that to happen to you and your family?

Look, I want justice

just as bad as you.

I'll help you.

But I won't help those demons

and I sure as hell won't go back as their house pet.

Mr. Ganet.

Are you alone?

Yeah.

Oh. Well, please, join our table.

No. No, thanks.

Brisbane would be deeply offended.

Harry, please,

come have a glass of wine with us.

I'm more of a whiskey man myself.

It is a $10,000 bottle of wine.

Please.

Where's your partner?

He's staying somewhere he thought

was safer tonight.

Frank Wingate shot himself today.

I don't blame him.

The bitter old man had been in a wheelchair for over a decade.

He said the Molderos ate his legs.

Yes.

They did.

They're sick.

They are not like us.

Wh... Why do they feed on children?

The adult blood makes them sick.

They keep dozens of children

and bleed them slowly.

Their favorites like Katherine, are kept alive for years.

And with your help, Harry, we will wipe them

from the face of the Earth.

Boy, this wine sure packs a kick.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I...

I think I'm going to head up to my room.

I should stick to whiskey.

Drink had nothing to do with it.

I mixed my blood in your wine.

To see the side effects.

Why?

Some people overdose on our blood.

Others have temporary benefits.

What were you hoping for?

I was hoping for benefits.

Look at your wound.

And, by the way, there are no candles in this room.

You're seeing in the dark.

So, where's your partner?

Safest place I know.

Please come with me, hon.

Harry said I'd be safe here.

Here. It's on the house.

What is it?

It's scotch.

We're all out of chocolate milk.

You'll wake me up if I fall asleep, right?

Hey, for $100 I'll keep you up all night long.

I'm good. Thanks.

Promise me something.

You won't let them hurt me.

These "men."

Rapist, murderer, pedophile.

I used to be...

Detective.

You were supposed to keep me up.

I didn't know you were asleep.

Yeah, anything on our dead guy?

Yeah, he still makes a lot of phone calls.

Run that by me again?

There's a James Cort in the Parish District

with an active cell phone.

Same social security number as the stiff in the trunk.

You got an address?

Yeah, that old factory out past 10.

Harry, it's going to be dark soon.

Drive fast.

What's the plan?

Plan was for you to be here half an hour ago.

Whoa.

You ain't got no business here.

You James Cort?

Who?

Somebody used the social of a dead guy

to get a cell phone.

Was that you?

Let's find out.

Why don't you get the fuck off my property?

How do we open this?

She has a key.

Ah, fuck.

Come on. Let's go.

It's all right. It's all right.

Come on, come on, come on. Go, go, go.

Whoa.

Go, go, go!

Go, go.

GO, go! go...

These kids lost a lot of blood.

Mr. Ganet, where's your partner?

I told you, he doesn't like it here.

It's not safe anywhere else.

Yeah, well, that's up for debate.

Find who did this.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm bleeding. What does it look like?

Brisbane wants to hear of your progress.

I'm supposed to clean you up for dinner.

No more blood wine, thanks.

He's the only reason you're still alive.

Maybe you could show some respect.

Hopefully, I haven't lost my touch for cooking.

Yeah. I thi... I think I'm good.

So, Harry.

What is it that you have found out?

We found the Moldero woman

and her secret collection of stolen kids.

So...

guess it's one down.

What do you mean "one down?"

Well, she burned to death in her house.

Sort of an accident.

Please tell us that you're kidding.

You told us to get rid of them, right?

Like father, like son.

You arrogant bastard.

The Moldero's reach goes beyond this city.

Beyond your limited comprehension.

You were supposed to find out where they were sleeping.

And inform us.

Not burn their Queen.

Well, I won't kill any of them next time.

Harry. Brisbane, don't.

There won't be a next time.

This act could have brought

the entire Moldero clan upon us.

This could start an open war.

The Moldero's must be killed all at once, not one by one, Harry.

We've had an unfortunate death in our family.

We believe...

this man was responsible for the attack.

This man sleeps here the entire day.

I doubt that he is responsible.

You keep him around for amusement?

Yes.

Then you're not protecting him.

No.

Glad to hear it.

Did you set her on fire?

Huh?

No.

Where's your partner?

Where is he?

The man obviously doesn't know.

I believe you.

Remember Katherine?

We'll be making her one of us.

On...

her...

birth.

Lydia, you are a fool for speaking.

He could've recognized your voice.

Then I'm a fool.

He is so pathetic.

Get him out of here.

He's already done enough damage.

Give me your blood.

You would need too much. We would both die.

You want revenge, don't you?

Enough.

Stop.

You have too much of me.

Now we'll both die.

No.

We won't.

Come on.

It's all right, come on.

Don't let her suffer anymore.

It's time to say goodbye.

I need your blood, darling. No.

The child needs to be alive for her birthday party.

Belinda wants the child to be made, not killed.

Who did this to our Queen?

The detective denies everything.

But Lydia may know.

Lydia.

That woman's just a showpiece.

I have not in a hundred years heard her speak.

She did today.

And it was a voice that we know.

I think she was one of ours

who escaped long ago.

One of ours?

I never forget a voice.

And if she was one of ours,

then by rights, Brisbane must give her back to us.

Which, of course, he will never do.

It's a perfect excuse for a war.

So Lydia has our mark on her hand.

We should demand her back...

or war it is.

War it is.

Soon you'll be stronger than most men.

You'll heal quicker, move faster.

You might even have a voice of your own.

For how long?

The effects will last a few days.

Long enough for you to get as far away

as you can from the city.

Where am I going?

Brisbane made me.

His blood is my blood.

I have to stay with him.

It's quite the evening for mistakes, isn't it?

You could be more specific.

I could feel the man's heartbeat.

Yes, he's alive.

I gave him my blood.

Your blood?

Is it your blood to give, Lydia?

I wanted the Molderos dead.

At least he has the courage to do what needs to be done.

Did you make him?

What do you care?

You never loved me.

You felt pity for me.

Pity is not the word that I would use.

Carlo recognized your voice.

They know that I took you.

It was either giving you back...

or start open war.

Welcome to hell, little man.

Yeah, I told someone, once.

Told my wife.

You know what happened to her?

She's dead.

Hey. Hey'-!

Hi. How you feeling?

Want to make a phone call?

I got my phone still. Want to make a phone call?

Want to make a phone call?

I'm going to unlock some of these coffins.

You know where you are?

This is... this is the starving room.

That's what they call it.

It's where the Molderos bring their enemies

if they really, really, really want them to suffer.

What they do is they make them one of their kind.

And lock them down here.

And they...

they starve them.

Some of them, they get very hungry.

Then they bang, and they bang, and they bang.

Every once in a while,

the boss will just throw them a little morsel.

Kind of like you.

And then that keeps them strong enough...

to bang because he just likes it when they bang.

Aren't you scared?

Well, they only come out at night.

And then they just crawl out.

They'll see you. Tear you to pieces.

There's a lot of competition.

It's a...

it's a big mess.

So, that's the starving room,

and have a good time.

Untie me.

Untie me.

Okay.

Shh. Shh.

Now, calm down.

Now, tell me where Lydia and the little girl are.

She's getting ready to take a sunbath.

Hey.

You want some suntan lotion?

Just get in.

You fucking pig!

Hey, you can't just leave me here!

Come on.

We got to be quick.

Here, give me your hand.

Lift this up.

Bring him to me.

Come on, come on.

Where's Katherine?

I don't know.

Come on. Easy.

We'll stay here tonight until you heal.

Here.

When you get better, we'll leave.

Harry?

I've lost too much blood.

We could both die.

What are you talking about?

Unless I feed, I have no blood to give you.

Yeah? Hey, it's the from' desk

and there's someone here who wants to see you.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

I promised Lydia I wouldn't harm you.

How did you find me?

I always know where my blood is.

So, you're on your honeymoon with your new bride.

Honestly, how long do you think it will last?

We'll be just fine.

Lydia doesn't have her own voice.

She can't control others like I can.

When you're on the hunt, you need to control people.

It gets very messy.

Very dangerous, Harry.

Can you provide for her, Harry?

Can you help her?

Can you help her kill?

You're free, Harry. Free to go.

Start a new life for yourself.

I know how to take care of Lydia.

Lydia doesn't want you anymore.

Then run.

Run, run, run.

The Molderos are having a celebration tonight.

They are going to turn that little girl that you brought them,

and then they are going to use her...

to hunt you down.

Oh! Ow!

O”, yeah;

You know you like it!

Get off, asshole!

Don't say a word.

Who the hell are you?

Room service?

You got a problem?

You sadistic piece of shit.

No, man.

Just sounds like y'all are having a party in here.

What's it to you?

Well...

My girl and I are staying next door and...

she's pretty wild. She likes it rough.

Maybe y'all can come over and party with us.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Start a new life.

Honey? I'm back.

Brought a friend.

Damn, sure is a fine looking lady.

Yep.

So you like it rough, huh?

Now I understand.

You two enjoy yourselves.

You like it rough?

You're going to get it rough.

How long will your blood stay in me?

A few days.

Then you'll go into withdrawl.

First shakes, then blindness, then death.

So I guess we need each other now.

So let's go away.

Let's go somewhere far away from here.

We've got some business to take care of first.

We got to take out those Molderos.

We can't do that alone.

We're not going to be alone.

I got the key to their starving room.

We're going to let out some

very angry, very hungry victims of theirs.

It's better than running forever.

Hello?

Hey, partner. I could use some help from above.

Where are you?

Meet me at Louie's.

So you belong to her now?

Bring the stuff?

You know, I never stole anything before in my life.

You said you wanted to burn the Molderos to the ground, right?

That's why I'm here.

You coming with us?

Yeah. Grab that.

Hmm.

Oh, my darling.

My beautiful little doll.

You're going to be so perfect.

Are all these presents for me?

Yes, they're all for you.

But it's not my birthday.

But it will be.

We need some backup.

Yes, sir.

SWAT team is on the way.

Remember to make a wish.

You haven't forgot about me, have you?

No.

I also brought you a gift.

After she makes you...

you'll be living in a box for a few years,

until you learn respect.

Shh. Be quiet, little one.

All right, stay down.

"GO, go! go."

It's all right, let's go.

Come on. Come on out. We're not alone.

No!

Hello, Lydia.

My, how you've grown.

Take Katherine. Now.

I'm not leaving you here alone. Go!

I'll be back.

Did you miss Mommy?

I can't see anything.

Stay close.

What's the matter?

Seeing in the dark now, are we?

Run. Now. As fast as you can. Go.

Lydia gave you Brisbane's blood.

Made you a little hero for a night.

Let's see how long you last.

It's not the blood, little man.

It's experience.

You used to be such a sweet little girl.

I'm not a little girl anymore.

Oh, come on! I'm right here!

Open the door.

Open the door.

Are you trying to use your voice on me?

No.

On them.

Katherine!

Don't move.

Walk towards me. Don't look at them.

Roy, get them out of here.

Take care of Lydia.

Okay?

Go.

Go! Come on, come on.

It's all right.

I got your blood

and it's killing me.

Now, go.

Go!

Forget everything you think you know about vampires.

They're very real.

And they live all around us.

You've never even noticed.

But I always will.