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Act One

Night. Various establishing shots of Toronto, Ontario Canada and then the camera zooms in on a lone woman walking on a public street. Vicki Nelson gets out a cell phone and makes a call to her mother as she heads home from a date.

Vicki: Hi Mom. (pause) Yeah my date ended early so I thought I’d give you a call. (pause) Mom, with you if it ends too late, I’m going too fast. If it ends too early, I’ve driven him away. You know what? We just didn’t fit. Okay?

Another pause as Vicki listens to her mother.

Vicki: No, I did not hit him. He was just – he was one of those guys you know? I mean he held the door and he pulled out the chair. (pause) Mom, he tried to read me the menu. (pause) You know what? I don’t need help. I’m not blind.

Vicki bumps into a guy as she walks along the street.

Vicki: Yet

In a dark apartment, lit candles are placed at strategic areas on the floor and dark, ominous music plays in the background as a man speaks ceremonial words.

Norman: Corpus malefectorum et obey dire… Oof. Demonus veni vite…

Norman cuts his hand and spills blood. The music swells and strange squeaky noises fill the room.

Norman: You know my desire. And you may have your price.

The strange noises disappear.

Norman: Was that a yes?

On another street Ian Reddick walks along as he talks into a cell phone.

Ian: I .. I don’t know. Savage Garden? Fun house? The Bovine? Yeah, we’ll do the Bovine. (pause) Okay, you choose then.

Ian hears strange noises coming from an alleyway and he trails off, looking for the source.

Ian: What? (pause) Sorry, I thought I heard something. (pause) There’s some guy. He’s wearing a black cape or something. (pause) Cool, he looks like the freaking Prince of Darkness.

Ian stops talking and just looks and then is attacked and beaten up. Across the street, Vicki hears the sounds of struggle and looks across to see Ian’s attack.

Vicki: Mom, something’s come up. I got to go. (pause) Yeah, I love you too. (pause) Mom I got to go.

Vicki hangs up and makes her way across the crowded street. When she finally reaches the other side Ian lies dead on the ground and his attacker is walking away. Vicki checks Ian and then sees his attacker further in the alley heading into a small alcove. She runs after him but when she reaches the alcove she finds nothing. She turns around, confused.

Vicki: What?

 

Act Two

Police have arrived at the crime scene and several investigators mill around collecting evidence. An officer approaches Vicki.

Policeman: It’ll just be a few more minutes ma’am. Detectives are on their way and want to ask you a few questions.

Vicki: All right. Who’s catching tonight?

Policeman: Detectives Celluci and Graham.

Vicki: Had to be Celluci, huh?

Mike: Vicki.

Vicki: Hey

Mike: Hey. What the hell are you doing here?

Vicki: Uh… almost getting myself killed trying to stop a homicide. Hi to you too.

Mike: Uh, Dave Graham, Vicki Nelson.

Dave: Hi. You’re a legend. I mean, he’s burned through a lot of partners.

Vicki: Yeah, how much longer are you going to last?

Mike: Listen, Dave, why don’t you see if they’ve been able to lift any prints, will you?

Vicki: You look nice. You dress for work these days?

Mike: I just came from a wedding don’t start with me okay?

Vicki: Well if you can’t close cases you might as well look good.

Mike: Well, thank you. You look good too. So, what did you see?

Vicki: I saw someone. Big and dark. It looked like he was wearing a cape. Tossed the kid around like a doll and then disappeared into that alcove there.

Mike: What do you mean disappeared?

Vicki: What? Do you need a Webster’s? I mean he went in and didn’t come out. I … I saw from across the street and came over to try and stop it.

Mike: So, let me get this straight. Uh, no weapon. No backup. No idea really what’s going on plus you can hardly see. So what, you turned PI and forgot everything you ever knew?

Vicki: No, I did forget how ignorant you can sound. What would you have done?

Mike: Well I certainly wouldn’t have gotten myself almost killed trying to prove I’m some kind of superhero.

Vicki: Oh – Oh. That’s good Mike. What, you… you know what? You should go in to psychoanalysis.

Mike: Oh well shoot me for caring Vicki!

Vicki: Okay. I’m good, all right? Settled? I’m all good.

Dave: (approaches) You… you’re not going to shoot him again are you?

Vicki and Mike: (at once) That was an accident.

Dave: Uh… Mike? It doesn’t look like a robbery. The money and wallet are still there. The wounds on his neck make it look like somebody came after him with a chainsaw. It also looks like he’s been bled out.

Mike: Bled out where?

Dave: Well, uh… a few drops leading down the alley… a couple more down that alcove. It’s a dead end from there.

Mike: Yeah. Yeah, it’s just like the other one.

Vicki: (overhearing) What other one?

Mike: The other one that’s also police business.

Vicki: Well, I’m the primary witness. I think I deserve a little information.

Mike: Right. Just like you went out of your way to inform your witnesses when you were on the job, right?

Vicki: I can not believe you are shutting me out.

Mike: I can’t believe you walked away from the job and expect to be treated like a cop.

Vicki: Then I guess I’ll just leave this up to the, um… professionals.

Mike: Yeah, you do that.

Dave: (as Vicki walks away) Well… it was nice meeting you.

Vicki bumps into a car as she leaves as Dave and Mike exchange glances.

Dave: What?

It’s daytime in Toronto. The camera again pans various points in the city before settling on a sign saying “Vicki Nelson Investigations”. Inside, Vicky is on the phone working a case.

Vicki: Hi, Mr. Chan? Hi. My name is Vicki Nelson. I’m an investigator working for a lawyer in Hong Kong. Yes, I – I was wondering if you remember an uncle named Chi Fung Chan. No? Okay, sorry to bother you.

Vicki hangs up as Coreen slaps a paper down on her desk.

Vicki: Can I help you?

Coreen: The papers say you were there last night. You saw Ian’s murder.

Vicki: You know what? If you’re some kind of graveyard groupie…

Coreen: My name is Coreen Fennel. Ian was my boyfriend. I was on the phone with him when it happened.

Vicki: I – I’m sorry. What can I do for you?

Coreen: He saw something.

Vicki: He saw who killed him? You should be telling this to the police.

Coreen: I did. They won’t believe me. I need somebody who will.

Vicki: What exactly do you need people to believe?

Coreen: Ian was killed by a walker of the night. A vampire.

Vicki: Coreen, I understand…

Coreen: Don’t patronize me! They’re real. Out there. Walking the night. Looking to slake their unquenchable thirst. Feeding on us the way we feed on cows or chickens.

Vicki: Chickens?

Coreen: Ian told me what he saw. He said it was a guy wearing a black cape.

As Coreen talks there is a black and white flashback to what Vicki saw the night before.

Coreen: The police tried to hide it from me but it was in the paper this morning.

Vicki: Well…

Coreen: Whatever killed him, took all of his blood.

Vicki: You know what? I’m sure when they find who did this there will be a reasonable explanation.

Coreen: They won’t find him because they’re not looking for what really killed him. It was a vampire. I know it. I can pay you. I’ve got a job at the university pub. It wasn’t a human that killed Ian Miss Nelson. You were there. You must know that.

Vicki again flashes back to the events of the night before.

Vicki: You know what? All I know is that whoever did it was big and they wore black.

Coreen: If it’s not a vampire, fine. I just need somebody to investigate it. Please.

Vicki: I don’t want to waste your time or your money so I’ll put a few days into it. That’s it. Okay, it’s um… 500 per day plus expenses. Just don’t put too much hope into this okay? It may not turn out to be what you think.

Nighttime has come again to Toronto and in a penthouse a man and woman are in bed. Henry wipes blood from his mouth as Sandra recovers.

Sandra: That... was… delicious.

Henry: You have no idea.

Sandra: From your graphic novels I thought you’d be dark and angry. I never figured you for a lover.

Henry: Passion is at the center of my work. There’s nothing else worth living for.

Sandra: (laughs) Oh you’re smooth. I bet you’ll even say you’ll call me.

Henry: Oh. You know it’s sad to see someone so young be so cynical.

Sandra: Yeah. Like you’re all of 23.

Henry: (Chuckles) Huh. Looks can be deceiving.

Sandra: (As Henry gets out of bed) Hey, what are you doing? I thought we could play some more.

Henry: It’s late. You should go home.

Sandra: Well I could… just sleep here.

Henry turns to face her, his eyes going black and his voice diminishing to strange whisper.

Henry: You have a very busy day tomorrow. You should go.

Sandra: Man, what was I thinking? Tomorrow’s crazy. I should, I should go home.

Henry: Good night Sandra.

Later, Henry exits his building, passing the doorman on the way.

Greg: Good evening Mr. Fitzroy. You been following the excitement in the news?

Henry: I avoid it whenever possible.

Greg: It’s all about the vampire. Two killings already. Not a drop of blood left in either of them. Just like in the movies huh?

Henry: Just like in the movies. Vampires are a myth. The people who write this and the people that who read this are idiots.

Greg: Yeah, I guess.

Henry: They play on people’s fears. You’d think reporters would stick to the facts.

Greg: Uh, you can keep that.

Henry: (looking at the paper) Do you believe this?

Greg: No.

Henry: Good.

Vicki is investigating Ian’s crime scene. She takes a picture of a pentagram like drawing and then inspects the blood in the alcove. She finds some in a crack in the wall and digs out a sample as Henry enters the alley and investigates as well. When he catches sight of the pentagram he lays his hand over it and flashes back to an incident in his past.

Man’s voice: Diabolus est modium… terra!

Henry: No!

As Vicki leaves the alcove she catches sight of Henry

Vicki: Hey! Hey, excuse me! Can I ask you a couple of questions?

A van passes between them as she yells out to him. When the alley is clear again, Vicki is the only one standing in it. She looks around, confused.

Vicki: Huh?

Later, in the police morgue, Vicki is getting information from the coroner.

Mohadevan: You understand I wouldn’t normally share this kind of information outside the police force. But there are times when we must rise above the rigidities of conventional ethics. Solving this young fellow’s murder is all that’s important now.

Vicki: Amen to that. Whoever did this did not care about the extra marks for neatness.

Mohadevan: Please, not in front of the client.

Vicki: I don’t think he’ll mind.

Mohadevan: Oh! Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings. Most are more sensitive than the living.

Vicki: What do you think caused these marks on his neck?

Mohadevan: Frankly, I haven’t a clue.

Vicki: Celluci said there was another victim killed the same way.

Mohadevan: Yes. With both, the wounds are jagged and uneven.

Vicki: Like from teeth?

Mohadevan: Like from teeth. But whatever did the cutting was razor sharp. It cut right through skin, muscle and cartilage in one fell swoop. No animal can do that.

Vicki: what about the blood?

Mohadevan: Exactly. What about the blood? Both victims were drained nearly dry. That’s  unnatural.

Vicki: And what do you think this is? I - I found it in the crack in the wall, near where I lost sight of the killer. I know what I think it is but I need confirmation.

Mohadevan: Hmm. Blood. Most certainly blood. Ah, yes. Now whether or not it’s from our young friend I can’t say until I do more testing. Maybe I should ask him. (laughs) I’m kidding.

Vicki: Just let me know.

Vicki leaves and Mohadevan turns to Ian’s body.

Mohadevan: Look familiar?

At the university pub Norman draws Coreen as she works and two friends of his approach.

Friend 1: Hey Norman, you said you were going to show up at the Ever quest Tournament last night.

Friend 2: We had 8 computers networked at once. It was freaking awesome.

Norman: Wow. I was busy. I have better things to do than hang out with undergrads.

Friend 1: Right. Because you’re social life is such a whirl.

Norman: Something like that… yeah.

Friend 2: What? You got a date?

Norman: I might have.

Friend 1: Doing math tutoring for girls in the cheerleading squad is not considered a date, all right?

Norman: Look. I’m doing some stuff, some serious stuff, all right? I’m making some changes.

Friend 2: Oh where to start? Wardrobe? Bank account card? Personality?

Friend 1: Hey we got another game Tuesday night if you’re interested.

Norman: Screw that. All right? I’m not like you guys all right? I’m – I’m going to get the clothes. I’m going to get the money and I’m going to get the hot car, okay? And I’ll tell you another thing. I’m going to get a girlfriend. A HOT one all right? You’ll see. You’re going to see all right? (To Coreen who’s just come up) Oh hi.

Coreen: How’s the orange pop?

Norman: Uh…

Coreen: You want another one?

Norman: No. Uh, I’m done. Say… here, take that (He hands her some money).

Coreen: Thanks.

Norman: No problem.

Friend 1: (As Coreen walks away) Dude, where’d you get all that money?

Norman: Like I said boys, things are changing.

Norman gets up and walks out.

 

Act Three

Henry wakes up alone in his penthouse. In another part of the city Vicki’s getting ready to leave her office for the night but before she can the phone rings. She hesitates for a moment and then goes and picks it up. It’s Mike Celluci.

Vicki: Nelson Investigations.

Mike: I heard you spoke with the coroner.

Vicki: Oh, news travels fast.

Mike: Well it’s a small world.

Vicki: (chuckles) Did you call to trade cliché’s or is there something you have to say to me?

Mike: What the hell are you doing sniffing around this case?

Vicki: You know that information is confidential. That means it’s between me and my client.

Mike: What Client?

Vicki: Your inquisitive mind. That’s what I always loved about you.

Mike: (laughs) Oh, why don’t you tell me some of the rest then?

Vicki: No, I don’t think so. You’re too obnoxious already. Uh, you know, though, if you were willing to share information this case could be solved a lot faster.

Mike: Oh I’m sorry; my ears must be playing tricks on me. Vicki Nelson, asking for help?

Vicki: That’s not what I said. I said share information.

Mike: Well that’s an interesting idea. Why don’t we discuss it over Chinese?

Vicki: You buying?

Mike: (chuckles) I figured you could write it off as a business expense. You know, consulting with the city's finest and all.

Norman returns home from the pub and throws his sketching book at the wall. Turning on some music he enters a hidden part of his loft where a pentagram and candles await him. Lighting the candles he begins his incantation and spills his blood.

Norman: Domini Diabolus agge… dum! Ugh.

Demon: You surprise me, my son, calling me up so soon and after all those lovely toys I got for you.

Norman: This isn’t like I thought. I want more.

Demon: Of course you do. And I’m here to provide.

Norman: Good. Good okay. ‘Cause I want more money, I want some new clothes. I want a car, okay? A nice car. Get me a Porsche.

Demon: You know the price. Blood and souls.

Norman: Blood and souls. Fine, fine, whatever, take what you need okay? But do… just do what I say.

Demon: Your wish is my command… sport.

The Demon laughs as he turns away and disappears in a rush of wind and a flurry of bats.

Norman: Cool

At Vicki’s place, she and Mike are finishing up their Chinese. Mike picks up a fortune cookie.

Mike: Ok, here is mine. “It is easy to suggest solutions when you know nothing about the problem”.

Vicki: (laughing with Mike) That’s the story of your career.

Mike: Oh that is the job description baby and you know it. What’s yours?

Vicki: “The night will be filled with mystery and budding romance”.

Mike: Ooh, I could help with part of that.

Vicki: You going to fill me in on the murders or what?

Mike: Oh, Vick, come on. This is a hot case. None of it is supposed to leave the department, you know that.

Vicki: Mike, come on. How many cases have we solved over beer and bad Chinese? Oh, I get it. You’re doing Chinese with somebody else, aren’t you? Oh, its Dave isn’t it?

Mike: Yeah, its good old Dave, you found me out. (They both laugh) God, I miss this.

Vicki: Yeah.

Mike: You ever think about coming back to the force?

Vicki: Yeah, sure, just as soon as a miracle happens and somebody gives me my eyes back.

Mike: Aw, come on Vick, it can get better, you know that. They say that mega doses of Vitamin A and E can make a difference. No, seriously, it can, uh, uh, increase your visual field; help with the dark adaptation, right?

Vicki: Sounds like you’re reciting this crap.

Mike: I googled it.

Vicki: You googled it?

Mike: Yeah I wanted to know. Why?

Vicki: All the better to pity you, my dear?

Mike: Now you see that’s your problem right there, Vick. You never knew the difference between pity and somebody actually caring about you.

Vicki: Oh is that what this is?

Mike: Yeah, and if you weren’t so damn angry all the time you’d know it.

Vicki: So I have anger issues too. Wow.

Mike: All I’m saying is that you never needed to leave the force all right? With a few simple adjustments you could have lived a perfectly normal life.

Vicki: I am. Okay? And one of those “adjustments”? It would have meant me riding a desk for the rest of my career watching third rate detectives fumble their way through homicide cases.

Mike: Am I supposed to resent that remark? What’s that about?

Vicki: You know what? You can take that however you want. You started it.

Mike: All right. All right. Rather than have this whole evening go off the rails, I’ll make a deal with you, okay? You tell me why you’re poking around in this and I will share some, some of what I know.

Vicki: Fine. You show me yours first though.

Mike: It always was that way with you wasn’t it? Okay, fine. Ah, I figure from the way Reddick was beat up before he was killed that the killer had to be on something.

Vicki: Yeah, maybe crystal meth, PCP. That would give him that kind of crazy energy.

Mike: Exactly. The wounds they could have been caused by, uh, a glove with razors or knives on it.

Vicki: Like Freddy Krueger?

Mike: Yeah, something like that.

Vicki: What about the blood?

Mike: Well, it could be a ritual thing you know?

Vicki: Oh, for the occult maybe.

Mike: Yeah, could be. Why you got a better theory?

Vicki: Okay, um… my client is Ian Reddick’s girlfriend. She believes a vampire killed him.

Mike: A Vampire. Come on, Vick, going private is no excuse to take money from somebody who’s not playing with a full deck.

Vicki: Listen. From what I’ve seen this is as good a theory as any okay? There was something about the killer. The way he moved. His strength you know? I mean, how about the fact that he took every drop of blood. Come on!

Mike: Maybe he had something with him, I don’t know.

Vicki: Like what? A portable blood sucking machine? Mike I went back to the alcove where the killer disappeared and I found blood four inches into a crack in the wall.

Mike: Oh, well, that’s a hell of an escape route. I mean, Vicki, come on. You’re talking about real life murders being committed by some character out of a monster movie. It is ridiculous. What are you doing?

Vicki: Why are you…? You know what? Ohhh, I’m sorry. I - You know I was just about to tear your head off for something I don’t even believe. This is crazy. Maybe I am losing it.

Mike: Here, eat your fortune cookie. Get some Vitamin A.

Mike tosses the cookie at Vicki but she misses catching it.

Mike: Nice catch.

Vicki: Clearly I need more beer.

In a parking garage a woman is talking on a cell phone as she makes her way to her car.

Woman: Yeah, I just got out of a meeting with Cindy and Rob. Network is screaming about the violence in the show. Well I told them this isn’t the fifties, there’s more violence in your kid’s nursery schools. (pause) Well they started the whole chicken and egg thing and that’s when I lost it.

As she’s walking the woman hears some noises and stops talking as she starts running towards her car, getting in quickly and trying to calm down a little before continuing the conversation.

Woman: Gerry? Uh… no. No, it was nothing. Where was I? Yeah, so I said, you know it’s just a TV show. What does one more lousy murder at an act end matter?

The demon puts his hand over her face as she screams and holds up one finger, a long, sharp razor shooting out from it.

Demon: Sorry, luv, you just got cancelled.

 

Act Four

Mike and Vicki are standing outside, next to a cab.

Mike: Well that was fun. Kinda like old times, huh?

Vicki: The talking or the fighting?

Mike: I was thinking both actually.

Vicki: (as she opens the cab door) Bye.

Mike shuts the door again and takes off Vicki’s glasses. He leans in and they kiss lingeringly until Vicki pulls away.

Vicki: I’ve got some work to do still.

Mike: It is ten o’clock.

They kiss again and again Vicki pulls away.

Vicki: I’ve got to check out that bar that Ian worked at.

Mike: Vicki, I already checked out that bar. It is a dead end all right?

Mike tries to kiss Vicki again but she pushes him away.

Vicki: Maybe it needs a better investigator.

Mike: (as he opens the cab door) Just like old times.

Mike leans against the cab and looks at Vicki but she can’t meet his eyes. So he hands her her glasses and she gets into the cab. Shaking his head he walks away.

In a diner Henry reads the Toronto Sun as a waitress approaches.

Waitress: The city's finally world class eh?

Henry: What?

Waitress: The vampire? I mean you always imagine them in like New Orleans or London. Now we’ve got our own.

Henry: Who knows? They might have always been here.

Waitress: Oh, people would have known. I mean, hideous blood-sucking freaks running around kind of make an impression.

Henry: They might at that.

Waitress: I knew that guy, Ian, the one who was killed. He lived across the street.

Henry: Really?

Waitress: He worked at the Nervosa Club. Nice guy. He used to let people in the service biz in for free.

Henry: I’ll have to check it out sometime.

Waitress: If you need someone to go with I get off at ten.

Henry: I’m glad I kind of made an impression.

Henry sets some money down and gets up to leave the diner.

At the Club Nervosa Vicki stands outside, waiting to get in. Inside, Henry mills around, looking for something among the masses of dancers. He catches sight of Vicki cautiously making her way down the entrance steps and grabs her wrist as she walks by.

Henry: You’re new here.

Vicki: Not new to that line.

Henry: (eyes black, his voice once again a strange whisper) What are you doing here?

Vicki: You might want to take that hand off my arm before I snap it off at the wrist.

Henry watches as Vicki turns and walks away. He continues to watch her for a moment before finding and stopping a waiter as he passes.

Henry: I need to know about Ian Reddick.

Waiter: What do you think people have been talking about? Last night was a perfectly normal night.

Henry: You don’t wind up being killed on a perfectly normal night. Trust me on that one.

Waiter: He had a problem with a couple of guys. Had to cut them off.

Henry: What guys?

Waiter: (pointing them out) They’re in here every night.

Henry: Thanks.

Henry makes his way over to the guys the waiter indicated.

Henry: Good evening gentleman.

Tough Guy 1: We’re busy.

Henry: (gets out a large amount of cash) I’d like to ask you a few questions.

Tough Guy 1: Why didn’t you say so? Love meeting new people. Step into our office.

Henry and two of the guys head out through a gated exit as Vicki approaches the bar.

Vicki: Hey! Hey, can I talk to you a minute? ‘Scuse me!

Henry and the two tough guys have made it out to the alley behind the club. Henry’s still holding the cash.

Tough Guy 1: So this is better. So what do you want to know?

Henry: They say the waiter who was killed the other night had a problem with you guys.

Tough Guy 1: Well that’s a more expensive question. (takes the money Henry’s offering) He said we were bothering the girls, got us kicked out.

Henry: That might make some people angry at him.

Tough Guy 1: Yeah, try pissed.

Henry: But you didn’t kill him. You’re unpleasant but you’re not involved in the kind of evil that killed him.

Tough Guy 1: (chuckles) How do you know what the hell we are?

Henry: We’re done here.

Tough Guy 1: You know we’ve done a lot of talking for you pretty boy. I think we deserve a bonus.

Henry: I’ll give you something you don’t deserve. And that’s a warning.

The two guys laugh, look at each other and then attack Henry who easily fends them off. Inside Vicki is still hitting up the bartender for information.

Bartender: Ian worked a normal shift, picked up his check and headed home.

Vicki: Is that the best you can give me?

Bartender: There were some guys he had a problem with. (addressing the waiter who has just come up) Hey, are those freaks Ian threw out around tonight?

Waiter: They went outside with that guy.

Vicki: What guy?

Waiter: Pale, black suit.

Vicki: That sure narrows it down.

Waiter: Pretty boy. Long brown hair.

Vicki: Where’s outside?

The bartender points out the exit and Vicki heads toward it. Outside, Henry is feeding from one of his attackers and turns around to see the second one trying to get up.

Henry: (strange deep voice) Stop.

Back inside, Vicki approaches the gate Henry and the two tough guys left through. It’s still being guarded by one of their friends. He steps in front of her as she tries to leave.

Tough Guy 3: You don’t want to go out there beautiful.

Vicki: Yeah actually I’m pretty sure I do.

Tough Guy 3: Aw… maybe we should dance instead.

As he reaches up and touches her hair Vicki takes him down quite handily, then makes her way through the exit.

Vicki: You picked the wrong dance partner.

Outside Henry is done feeding from his first attacker and picks up the second, talking to him again in that strange deep voice.

Henry: You will not remember what happened tonight but you will remember there are bigger predators than you out there. You will not do this again.

Henry is startled by the door opening but by the time Vicki exits the club Henry is gone and the second attacker falls to the ground.

Vicki: Who did this to you?

Tough Guy 2: I don’t know.

Vicki looks up, trying to find the man who did this but she sees no one. Henry watches her from atop a nearby building. All of the sudden he realizes dawn is fast approaching and he quickly makes his way home. He’s not quick enough however and his hand gets burned by the sun as he takes shelter inside his building. The doorman sees the burn as he passes through the lobby.

Greg: Are you all right Mr. Fitzroy?

Henry: Cooking accident. Making dinner at a friend’s.

Greg: It - It looks bad. You want me to call somebody to take a look at it?

Henry: No! I’m sorry, I’m fine thank you.

As Henry hurries away the security guard looks down at his paper where there is another story on the Vampire killer.

Greg: Hmph.

Mike and Dave are questioning a street vendor.

Vendor: Look if it was up to me. I wouldn’t have said nothing to nobody. But my wife, she said it might be important to stopping this guy.

Dave: Yeah, well, anything helps right? So you say you saw somebody?

Vendor: Man I’m not sure what I saw. I was working the block next to the park and I seen something drop out of the sky.

Dave: What something?

Vendor: Okay this is where it starts to get messed up. It started out as birds or bats and then when it gets close to the ground it kind of came together. They sort of took a shape as they dropped over the treetop.

Mike: Yeah? What kind of shape?

Vendor: I don’t know, like a guy.

Mike: Like a guy.

Vendor: He was all flappy. Like he was wearing a long coat uh… made a noise in the wind. See this is why I didn’t want to say nothing.

Mike: So what happened next?

Vendor: It was just after that I heard the screams then the cops show up.

Mike: All right. Well, thank you. Thank you for your time. You’ve been a great help.

Mike and Dave start to walk away but are stopped by the vendor.

Vendor: If this thing is a vampire you need holy water.

Dave: Holy water.

Vendor: Yeah. That’s what the wife says.

Mike: That’s what the wife says, don’t you know that?

At the university, Norman is sitting in the driver’s seat of his new Porsche. He sees a pretty blond approach and hops out, running over to her.

Norman: Hey, I’m Norman.

Cassie: Good for you.

Norman: Hey this is uh… my new ride. Pretty cool huh? You want to go for a cruise?

Cassie: Why would I want to do that?

Norman: Oh because I did it right? Yeah I – I got the car. I got the uh… fancy clothes.

Cassie: Really. Look are you going to let me pass or do I have to scream for help?

Norman: Yeah.

He watches as she goes by and drops her half eaten apple into the trash. Going over he gets it out.

Norman: Like screaming’s going to help.

 

Act Five

Daylight in Toronto. City Morgue. Mohadevan is chatting with more of her clients as Vicki looks on.

Mohadevan: Where did you go?

Vicki: Wild guess but I don’t think they go anywhere?

Mohadevan: You’d be surprised. Ah! Now where were we?

Vicki: Blood, we were talking about blood.

Mohadevan: Yes, yes, blood. Well it was blood and it was Ian Reddick’s blood. How it got there I can’t say. There really is no reasonable explanation.

Vicki: Ahh, you’re going to think I’m crazy for mentioning this but the woman that hired me believes it was a Vampire that killed him.

Mohadevan: Well that would explain certain other findings. Well there was a substance on Ian’s throat and that of the other victims which was something like saliva.

Vicki: Like saliva?

Mohadevan: Well I’d be more precise if I could but it doesn’t match any animal or human species. And there’s something else. I found this under the nails of the woman that was killed in the parking garage last night. It’s very similar in structure to a bat’s wing but …

Vicki: But it doesn’t match any human or animal species.

Mohadevan: Exactly. Intriguing, isn’t it?

Vicki: So… so what are we talking about then? We’ve got Count Dracula out there on a bender?

Mohadevan: We must keep an open mind. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in the police officer’s training manual.

Vicki: Oh, ho, ho. I’m starting to believe that.

Mohadevan and Vicki share a laugh as she leaves the Dr. to her work.

Mohadevan: Now, Mary Baum. Where would Mary Baum be hiding?

Mike and Dave enter the station. Dave is chuckling.

Dave: I seen the way you looked at her man. You were gone. No, no you were way past gone.

Mike: Now we were talking about the case. How the hell do you get that?

Dave: Look man, I got eyes. Let me tell you, last time you got out with all your parts intact. Next time, you might not be so lucky.

As they talk they approach the coffee pot. There is a woman standing there re-filling her cup as Mike and Dave approach.

Mike: Yeah.

Kate: Who are you to talk Dave? Your third marriage is on its last legs.

Mike: Yep.

Dave: My… my girlfriend’s not too happy either. (They all laugh) You know, I think this kind of qualifies me as having a certain amount of… experience, you know, with difficult women.

Mike: Uh-huh.

Kate: Gee, you ever think it might not be them?

Dave: You see what I’m talking about in dealing with difficult women?

Kate: So Vicki has a strong personality so does Mike. Maybe they’re made for each other.

Dave: Yeah, like um… gasoline and a match. My bet is? He gets whooped.

Dave laughs heartily as he leaves.

Mike: I’m so thrilled to have been a part of this conversation. Honestly.

Kate: Don’t listen to him Mike. She got away once. If there’s even a chance it could work? You have to take it.

Mike: (As Vicki approaches) Well, I do appreciate that. Thank you for your concern.

Vicki: Anybody do any work around here?

Kate: I’m… going to go talk to the…

Mike: Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Ahem.

Vicki: Man, somebody get that girl a doughnut.

Mike: You are here for a reason right?

Vicki: Mmhmm. Just checking with the ME, did you read that report?

Mike: That report is for me only.

Vicki: Well, what do you think of it though. I mean, the bat wing that’s not from a bat? The saliva that’s not human or animal.

Mike: Well, it’s so obviously a Vampire right?

Vicki: Look, I’m just trying to make sense of this.

Mike: Vicki, I’m not going to start hunting vampires. And I don’t need you running around scaring people okay? The papers are already having a field day with this thing.

Vicki: Oh. I am a concerned citizen all right? I’m trying to help with an investigation. You don’t want my help? Look, I’m cool with that.

Mike: What? Vicki! (Vick walks away from him as he mumbles to himself) Great. Great.

Nighttime falls and Henry approaches the latest crime scene in the parking garage. He sees another pentagram like drawing and flashes back again to his past.

Astaroth: Finish the ritual, nightwalker. The power will be yours.

Henry is interrupted by two security guards approaching.

Security 1: I saw something on the monitor.

Security 2: Probably somebody’s dog got loose. There, you see? Nothing.

They enter the crime scene but Henry has gone.

Daylight. Vicki’s office. The phone rings as Vicki is working.

Vicki: Vicki Nelson.

Coreen: Ms. Nelson? It’s Coreen.

Vicki: Hi Coreen.

Coreen is walking down the steps of one of the university buildings as she talks with Vicki on her cell phone.

Coreen: Have you found out anything about Ian’s killer yet?

Vicki: You know I told you this would take a little time.

Coreen: We might not have time. How many people is this undead creep going to kill before somebody stops him?

Vicki: Coreen. Okay say this is something supernatural. You’re all over this occult stuff right?

Coreen: Like ectoplasm on a poltergeist.

Vicki: What’s the significance of a pentagram?

Coreen: It’s a power symbol. They’re used to focus power in rituals… like to call spirits that kind of thing. Why what did you find?

Vicki: It – It may be nothing. Uh, if I find anything out I’ll get back to you though.

Coreen: You know something. Tell me.

Vicki: Look, if – if I find anything I will call you back okay? Bye. (hangs up)

Vicki continues marking lines on a map and then makes another phone call. Unfortunately she gets Mike’s voicemail.

Mike’s voice: This is Celluci. Leave a message.

Vicki: Hey Mike its Vicki. This is going to sound crazy but I’ve plotted the locations of the three murders and they make up the first three points of a pentagram. I – I think I know where the fourth is going to be and I think it’s going to be tonight. Call me back please.

Nighttime falls once more and Norman is once again calling up the demon. He holds up the apple he took out of the trash and talks to it.

Norman: You thought I wanted you? Stupid. It’s her I’m doing this for.

Norman unwraps his hand and spills some more blood as he performs the ritual

Norman: Incendia… ud telum… quadmi co… quatendo… quadagato… sapiens ragaus in duvei.

At his penthouse Henry too has plotted the murders on a map and with a drawing completes the pentagram. He throws his marker down and leaves.

Vicki walks with her flashlight, looking for clues

The demon appears again to Norman.

Demon: You seem disturbed. What do you want?

Norman: I’ll tell you what I want. The girl who ate this, she’s yours. All right? I offer her to you. But there’s another girl. Her name is Coreen. She works at the university pub. I… want her… to love me. Can you do that?

Demon: Stealing trinkets is one thing. But to steal a heart… well, that’s a tall order. You have to understand see… I don’t have the power of love. For that, you need someone much more powerful than I.

Norman: Great. Yeah, fine, how do we call him up?

Demon: First let me finish marking the doorway in blood on the city. Then, one more sacrifice… here, in the center. And he’ll arrive and he’ll be… ready and willing to serve you.

Norman: I don’t care how much blood has to be spilled. I want her, all right? I’m tired of playing the nice guy, okay? Make it happen. You’ll find her in Parkdale.

Demon: Yes, Master.

Vicki and Henry continue to look for the Demon as Cassie walks through a park with a friend.

Cassie: That’s why I dropped physics in the first place. (Non-understandable response from her friend). Shopping.

Friend: See you tomorrow.

Cassie: Bye.

Cassie’s friend leaves and she continues to walk home through the park. She hears the sound of the demon approaching and begins to run but instead runs right into him.

Cassie: Huh! I’ll scream.

Demon: I’d appreciate it if you would.

Vicki and Henry both here her screams and rush toward it. The Demon slashes away at Cassie but is interrupted by Henry. They fight at faster than human speed and Henry slams the demon into the ground but the demon kicks him away.

Demon: you’re not like them. My master knows you. He’s coming for you!

The demon gets up and charges Henry and then disappears in dust and bats. Henry covers his face and coughs. Then he rushes to check if Cassie is still alive. He finds a batwing in her hand and takes it as Vicki runs up unsheathing her baton.

Vicki: Hey! Stop right there. (She catches sight of Henry’s teeth as he growls). Make another move and you’re going to lose all the fancy dental work.

Henry doesn’t listen but gets up and approaches her. She swings the baton but he knocks her out, catching her as a police car drives toward them on the grass.

Henry: Oh no.

Henry picks Vicki up and disappears with her as the car comes to a stop where they once were.

Policeman: Hey! Hold it right there!

The police go over to Cassie’s body.

End Blood Price, Part One

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