The Breed (2001) - full transcript

Plenty of police cruisers out,
so we can knock off.

Come on.

We're NSA. Field work
isn't our job. Let's go home.

I want dinner and a hot bath
waiting for me.

And wear that black G-string.

I told you I love you.
I'm not in love with you.

Why look for a stolen van?

Talk to the locals,
maybe they saw something.

Not that anybody here
ever sees anything.

Hey, cracker boy, I grew up
in this kind of neighborhood.

And how often
did you help out the cops?



Look.

Clear.

Nothing.

Looks like
you been here a while.

Yeah. It's my thinking place.

See anyone leave that van

while you were thinking?

Maybe her?

Your approach sucks.

You never heard
of positive reinforcement?

You know, the reward system?

What are you doing?

What are you--Aah.

Is that positive enough
for you,



or do you want me
to reinforce you?

Okay, okay. Out there,
the light. The light.

All right?

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Shit.

Wait.

Government agents!
Get your hands up!

Get up with your hands raised,

or I'll blow your brains
all over the wall.

Get up!

Get up! And stop
fucking laughing.

Aah.

Aah!

Oh, Christ.

Put your dick down and pick up the phone. You there?

Don't forget about dinner.
Gina's having London broil.

If you put ketchup on it,
she'll kill you, then me.

Life's on the line.
Don't let me down.

See you, buddy.

Informing upon your
enemy makes them your friend.

That which
we cannot speak about,

we must pass over in silence.

Section chief, please.

Privacy is illusion.

The open hand
cannot grasp discipline.

Section chief, please.
Steven Grant is present.

Fine. Steven Grant
has clearance. I'll be down.

Okay.

Nothing is cruel.

Everything is...

Thank you.

The open hand
cannot grasp discipline.

The Capitol saw your report.

- Yeah. I was expecting this.
- No.

You weren't expecting this.

Informing upon your enemy
makes them your friend.

Comrade. Comrade.

Privacy is illusion.

Two steps forward,
half a step back.

They were friends.

Steven Grant, Arthur Kellman,

director of
the National Security Agency.

Mr. Grant, meet John Seward,

deputy chief
of Central Security.

Good to see you healthy.

- And officer Aaron Gray.
- Pleasure to meet you.

- We read the report.
- I know it's unbelievable.

We believe you.

Perhaps we should show him
the videotape.

- That's why we believe you.
- You caught him!

Not him.
That's not the man you fought.

It has to be. How many
have teeth like that?

Roughly 4,000 worldwide,
as far as we can discover.

You're shitting me big time.

Gentlemen,
please follow me.

They're a genetic offshoot
of humanity.

An evolutionary mutation.

Their lifespan is measured
in hundreds of years.

They're incredibly strong.

Any nonfatal wound
regenerates in seconds.

- And they need blood to survive.
- Dr. Bathory.

The victim--female,
Caucasian, 22 years old.

Found hanging
in an inverted position

with bound hands
and feet and clothes ripped.

Christ.

Symmetrical lacerations
across the neck

severing the carotid artery
and the internal jugular veins.

The tissue borders
are frayed as if torn,

not sheared, as you'd expect
with a knife or a blade.

The x-rays show
crush fractures of the carpals.

Anything else, doctor?

There are six victims
with one thing in common--

perforations of the esophagus
with multiple lacerations.

In plain English,

their throats were ripped out
and their blood drained.

Their reflexes, movements
are so much faster than ours.

They exist in an uncanny world,
a parallel universe.

They can blend in
like an ordinary human...

- unless they choose not to.
- Vampires?

They're a cell mutation
of the human species,

a different kind of breed.

There are 4,000
of these things?

- Yeah.
- How do we get rid of them?

- We don't.
They're not hostile.

They revealed themselves to us
last year voluntarily.

Not hostile?

The one that attacked my partner
was pretty goddamn hostile.

He was a renegade.
A deviant.

I get it. There's vampires
who ain't deviant?

Their desires are no different
than most people's.

- Safety, security--
- Blood.

We don't feed on human blood.

We've developed
a synthetic substitute.

We? We?

Promise me you just didn't
fucking say "we."

What makes you
such a goddamn expert?

You haven't told him.

- Hold it, Grant.
- Aaron, would you step outside?

We were hoping
you'd work with him.

Grant, listen to me.

They're immune
to virtually all disease,

and that's only a start.

The potential military
and medical benefits

of integrating
with them are incalculable.

Don't think we've
entered into this casually.

We've taken
all necessary precautions

in controlling their population.

- What are these precautions?
- That's classified.

But that is

until we see your willingness
to fit into this project.

You mean I've got to fit in
with them?

If a Puerto Rican
had killed your partner,

you'd
exterminate them all?

Puerto Ricans don't bench-press
trucks and drink blood.

Neither do they.
They've evolved past that.

Increasing their population

by turning humans
into vampires is suicide.

I don't think
you want someone else

find Phil's killer.

Aaron is the best man
in their police force.

He wants this murderer
as badly as you do.

You must get that a lot.

Sometimes.

This must have come
as quite a shock.

Do me a favor.

Don't try to be my pal.
Let's just go to work.

Phil got bit in the neck.

There's no way he'll become
one of you, is there?

For a person to be transformed,

there has to be
an exchange of blood.

Even when that happens,

20 % of the population
is naturally immune.

Don't worry. Unintentional
infection is minimal.

You actually fought him,
and you're still alive.

- I am impressed.
- Yeah?

Well, you just made my day.

Did anything strike you
as unusual,

aside from the obvious?

Actually, yeah.

He's killed six others.
No eyewitnesses, nothing.

This time,
there's an eyewitness.

He parked his van
in plain sight.

Could be he got careless
or wanted to get caught.

Not necessarily caught
but seen.

This is a critical time
for us.

We've just revealed
our existence to you.

It's a decision
not all of us supported.

Someone may not want an alliance
with humanity to succeed.

Yeah, and that someone

has still got a taste
for the real thing.

It's broad-fucking-daylight.

Aren't you supposed to be
bursting into flames?

That only happens in movies.

We prefer night.
The sun's a minor irritation.

- That's why I wear the glasses.
- Well, I do like the shades.

I thought you said we were
going over your notes.

We are. They're at headquarters.

Where the fuck is that,
Transylvania?

You should be
in the movies, Mr. Grant.

"Serenity"?
You've got to be kidding.

Definitely worth the trip.

Hungry, Mr. Grant?

Bet they make
a great blood sausage.

There has been a sixth
consecutive murder victim

killed in the same horrifying
manner as the others.

Throats brutally cut and all
blood drained from the body.

Police continue to maintain
they have promising leads,

but public outcry is growing
with each new killing.

This is Arthuria Homewood,

NSA-TV, with
a special news bulletin.

Now the science news.

A comet fragment
exploded in the air

- over Tunguska in Siberia.
- My son.

Mister, get your hands
off my--my son.

Back off, fucker!

- Esther, no.
- You're scaring my son.

You shouldn't bring him here.

- Go.
- Get him out of here.

- Go.
- It's all right.

- It's all right.
- Get out!

The boy is fine.

- Are you satisfied?
- Look, man, I thought the kid--

You thought. I know exactly
what you thought.

What were you thinking
bringing me here?

They don't need some racist cop
throwing his weight around.

Racist? You calling me a racist?

You. Humanity.

"Made in God's image."

You're all so arrogant.

Let's just go to work.

- Who the fuck's this?
- One of many suspects.

Excuse me. Everything
is in specific order.

Look, man, if we're gonna
be working together,

we have to be straight-up
with each other.

Is that right?

Some plants would
brighten up the place.

I didn't know you were
a comedian, Mr. Grant.

The handcuffs are silver.
The bullets--silver-jacketed.

Isn't that a little expensive?

We're allergic to silver.

The wounds won't heal
until the bullet's removed.

What the fuck is this?

Prison cells.

Made of plastic compound.

They can withstand
high explosives.

Bars are too easy to bend.

No guests?

These are set aside for
violent criminals. Murderers.

No stake through the heart?

This is not the movies.
And up until now...

we have had no use
for either.

We are a very peaceful people.

I've looked forward
to meeting you.

- Who the fuck are you?
- The name is Cross.

Dr. Cross.

I founded this town.

Let's compare notes, shall we?

I reviewed the autopsy
on the latest victim.

No forensic evidence.

Her throat was cut
with a knife.

My partner's wasn't.

We couldn't get
a dental imprint.

He was careful not to bite down.
He just used his fangs.

The effect was the same
as if he had used forceps.

We were discussing
the possibility

that the killings
were politically motivated.

Oh, most certainly.

This is not the work of a man
who is in a grip of blood lust.

Our synthetic substitute
stamped out that behavior

years ago. No.

The being who perpetrated
these horrible crimes

is deliberately
defying our community.

He's making a statement.

You too must understand,
Agent Grant,

our people are afraid.

We are an easy target
for human paranoia here.

I thought that's
what you wanted.

I advocated coming forward.

I said we'd be safe.

Help us to find the rogue
before it's too late

and my people
are punished unfairly.

This disk
contains a database

of all known vampires
worldwide.

Sir, I can handle that.

I'll be in the car.

- You can't give them names.
- We have to trust each other...

with our lives.

Privacy is illusion.
Trust authority.

Cross has made overtures for
months about this information.

How did you persuade him
to do it?

- He just gave it to me.
- But why?

God knows. Maybe he really wants
what's best for his people.

Bad news is, I don't have
the faith in them that he does.

We spoke of precautions.

After the work you put in,
you deserve a look.

Existence proceeds essence.

The open hand
cannot grasp.

Nothing is true.
Everything is permitted.

Fleming.

Damn it.

Dr. Fleming, Agent Grant.
Grant is our field man.

Show him why we aren't worried
about tracking these creatures.

This is a sample
of their blood

infected with a deadly
airborne virus we have created.

- Highly contagious.
- What will it do to humans?

Oh, very little.

The lab tests are done,

and volunteers
have started the human trials.

The human effect is only
mild flu-like symptoms.

That's as bad as it should get.
The vampire effect...

is rather like the Ebola virus.

Dispatch. Agent Grant,
report to 71st Street.

The Freudian Building.

Right. Her name's Barbara Steel.

Died around 4:30 a.m.
Sophomore at the university.

Christ. Kellman's daughter
goes there.

Apartment's owned by
Graf Orlock, psychiatrist.

He saw patients there.

- Anybody locate him yet?
- Nope.

We put out an APB on him,
but nobody's seen him in 3 days.

Anybody see her come in?
Doorman? Security camera?

No. That's what I don't get.

There's security cameras
everywhere.

In the lobby, even in the roof.

We reviewed the tapes
but nothing.

One of Orlock's patients?

No idea.
His appointment book's missing.

Sewage.

Is there a way into the sewers?

There's a drain
down in the basement I think.

The superintendent,
he can tell you more.

But I'll tell you what--
if the killer got in that way,

he must've been some kind
of Olympic acrobat or something.

So, is this Orlock one of you?

Yes.

When were you gonna tell me?

Orlock can't have killed
that poor girl.

Why not?

He's one of Cross'
strongest supporters.

He has no motive.

Something you'll learn
tracking humans--

sometimes being a sick fuck
is all the motive you need.

Hello?

Anybody home?

There's a book in the fire!

Aaron, where the fuck are you?

Shit! Shit! Aaron!

Get the book!

Yaah!

Fuck.

Come on,
let's take this asshole!

- No. He's gone.
- All that was for nothing?

Not quite nothing.

It was him.
The one who killed Phil.

Are you sure?

Your senses
are heightened, right?

Did you recognize him?

- His smell? Anything?
- No.

The odor of burning flesh
overpowered everything else.

There are pages missing.
He was ripping them out...

and burning them individually

till he heard you coming
and threw the whole book in.

The leather's protected it.
Most of the interior is intact.

An appointment next week.
"Albert P. 52." Who's Albert P?

He wasn't planning on
disappearing.

No. Exactly the opposite.

- Anything listed for today?
- Lucy Westenra.

Somebody you know?

Thanks.

For what?

For saving my life.

Just doing my job.

If somebody saves your life,
don't act like it's nothing.

That's not human.

You're supposed to say
something. Give him his props.

Props?

Yeah.

- What is "props"?
- Proper respect.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Ah, respect.

That's a big-ass house.

What is "big-ass"?

Excuse me.
It's time for his medicine.

What, the fucking cat's
a vampire?

They're born killers, Lucy.

If you provoke them, they'll
act on their natural instincts.

I doubt your friend
finds that attitude reassuring.

You could easily
say the same about us.

You're Steven Grant, aren't you?

The man who's going to save us
from ourselves.

We saw your name
in Orlock's appointment book.

He's my therapist.
I have a session.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

When I made the appointment.

What do you know about
the dead girl in his apartment?

I didn't know there was one.

You don't sound surprised
to hear it.

I didn't think
this was a social call.

You think Orlock is your rogue?
Ridiculous. He has no motive.

I love the way everybody
talks about motive

like it's some kind
of big mystery.

He got tired of decaf,
felt like sucking real blood.

Maybe invited you
for a taste of the real thing.

I don't suck human blood,
Detective Grant.

And if I did, would I rob some
little college girl of hers?

No. I'd hunt
for some real red meat.

You have an alibi for 4:30 a.m.?

I was at an after-hours club.

That proves jack shit.

Since when must I prove
anything to you, detective?

Anyway, ask the owner.
His name is Boudreaux.

I was there from 2 until 6.

Here's the phone number.

So this came from that address?

- Where'd you get this?
- Orlock's apartment.

Interesting.

What is Orlock's connection
with Boudreaux?

It has to do with
Orlock's habits.

He doesn't like
to limit himself.

He's also at the top
of my list of suspects.

So what's keeping us?
Miss, if you'd accompany us...

you might be of assistance
in questioning this Boudreaux.

Hmm.

Let me change my clothes.

She knows something.

She knows a lot of things

not necessarily
connected to our case.

She's trying to play me.

She's always like that. There's
no point in bringing her.

She's hiding something,
which means she's coming.

Which means
we'll be here a while.

- Allow me.
- Thank you.

I'll do the talking.

Anyone ever tell you
your approach sucks?

I guess we're in.

Now take us to Boudreaux.

Ready for the nightlife,
Mr. Grant?

Be gone! You tamper with forces
far beyond your comprehension.

He didn't just say that.

Quit the Anne Rice routine.

We're not amused.

Look, what can I tell you?
I got a great life.

The costume, the accent,

gets me all the ass
I can handle.

If this is about sex and drugs,

I got no control
over my clientele.

This time it's not
about drugs, my friend.

And it's not about sex.
It's about Graf Orlock.

He's missing.

Oh. Well, Orlock and I,
we have common interests.

We're not close. If he's not
home, I don't know what to say.

Boudreaux, you know better
than to lie to me.

Since you know him so well,
perhaps you can tell me

about the connection
between him and the murders is.

Orlock's a pussy, not a killer.

That's what I told you.

But what's a killer
doing hiding in his basement?

- West.
- Hello, Aaron.

Hmm.

Keep an eye on him.

This is the guy whose rap sheet
was on your desk.

Feel like telling me who he is?

Keeping secrets
from your partner, Aaron?

- Where's the trust?
- His name is West.

He's the leader
of the opposition to Cross.

He believes exposing ourselves
to humans is suicidal.

Not believes.

Knows.

I've seen witch hunts,
slavery,

the massacre
of millions of Jews, Aaron.

I realize that war between us
is inevitable.

- Boudreaux?
- Orlock.

- Oh, crap.
- Jesus!

- He's mine. Cover West.
- Come and get me, human.

Orlock? Ah, shit.

- Freeze, fucker!
- Come and get me, human.

Stop fucking laughing!

Fuck.

Fuck you!

Aah! Unh.

You're all so pathetic--humans.

Come and get me.

- Allow me.
- Let go! I'm too heavy!

Is everyone all right?

Everyone's fine.

Except West. He's dead.

Is he?

Yeah.

What the...?

Going somewhere?

Damn it.

You'll be happy to know
West got away,

although he won't get far.

But Orlock's dead. So...

Tell us what we want to know.

Start with what
were they doing here.

Go to hell.

Wrong answer?

- I thrive on pain.
- Well...

Steven, no.

Not feeling talkative, huh?
You still got one left.

No, wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait!

Orlock called,

asked me to set up a meeting
with West.

- Why?
- I don't know. I don't know.

West said
he didn't, either.

Orlock was scared shitless.
I've never heard him like that.

What was West planning?

Some big operation.
Some big deal.

He said he'd
fill me in on it today.

Now none of us gets to find out.

Let me explain the fucking
concept of partners to you.

Yes, why don't you?

Okay. Partners
work together as a team.

They don't hold back
information.

This West
is a militant revolutionary

who thinks that humans
are the great Satan.

And you decide
he's not worth mentioning.

He'd gone underground
a long time.

It's not like him
to show his face here.

Okay. Any other leading citizens
you forgot to mention?

That's enough.

- Maybe a Hitler type...
- That's enough.

...who'd like to put us all
in camps?

That's enough.

What?

I thought you might like
to come in

to talk about the case.

Are you serious?

So let's talk about the case.

Is that why you're here?

If I knew why I was here,
I probably wouldn't be.

I'm moved that you care at all
what I think.

Yeah, well,

I should probably have
my head examined.

You are a top
homicide detective.

The weight of the world
is on your shoulders.

What do we know from the way
you relate to women?

You want to be a hero to them.
A protector.

But they scare you.
At some level, you hate them.

I'm going to say

abusive mother.

A younger sister you protected.
Am I right?

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I don't know
when to....

So, you figured me out.
I guess we're done here.

Absolutely. All you have to do
is get by the cat.

Shit.

Is there any other way
out of here?

I'm afraid not.

Locked in a house
with a vampire.

I used to have nightmares
like this when I was a kid.

- Whiskey.
- Yes, sir.

Never did like the taste.

I owe you an apology.

That Hitler line.

No. We've all done things
we later regret.

I lost my family to the Nazis.

- You're Jewish?
- Yes. Polish.

Gray is an Anglicized name.

But that was a long time ago

when the Nazis
took everything we had.

And I decided

my family would not be led
like sheep to be slaughtered.

So we fled

through the sewers...

...and into the forests.

But this was
the middle of winter.

We escaped the soldiers,

but not the cold.

When he found us...

...my wife and daughter
were dead.

And I was close
to following them.

He gave me life
and a reason to exist.

You want to die
with your child,

with your wife?

Or live and take revenge?

I found them in a bar

drinking.

My daughter's body
was frozen to the ground,

and they were singing.

A Jew.

What do you want?
You piece of shit!

You Jewish piece of shit!

Sounds like they got
what they deserved.

Everybody's got that rage
inside of them. Everybody.

It started as revenge...

...but then when I tasted
human blood,

everything else
was forgotten.

The blood lust took control.

And it was that moment...

...that I realized
what was inside me.

What I'd become.

What's it like?

What?

Biting into human flesh
and finding the blood.

Was it like getting high?

It's a place
you never want to visit.

Come on. Let's go to work.

Graf Orlock
is one of Cross' lieutenants.

The other is Dean Fusco.

We have to find him
and get some answers.

What, here?

He has an attachment
to his family life.

This is the family crypt.
His mother's in there.

You know Italians
and their mothers.

- He's been here recently.
- How do you know?

I can smell him.

Some of us gotta get by
on police work alone, pal.

Have you noticed
anything strange in all this?

Besides the obvious?

Every time we need a lead,
someone is willing to supply it.

The killer waits for you
and your partner

at the scene
of one of his crimes.

He does the same again
at Orlock's,

conveniently tossing the book
into the fire,

knowing full well
I'll be able to retrieve it.

Why is he making it so obvious
he's one of us?

Do you get the feeling
we're being led by the nose?

Are you complaining
that this case is too easy?

If the killer is smart enough
to manipulate you,

me and everyone else,
this is far from easy.

I can't believe
he doesn't fillet you.

He trusts me. I'm not sure
I can say the same for you.

You still flinch
when I touch you.

And you're
brooding about something,

but you won't tell me what.

Sorry.

- It's hard to get used to.
- What I am?

Trusting someone.

As for what's on my mind,
it's this case.

We've hit a wall.
Trying to find this guy...

Dean Fusco.

Dean was turned in 1941.

He was always kind of
stuck there.

The way he dressed and talked.

He always wanted to be
a movie star, but never made it.

But Aaron said he was attached
to his human side.

Yes. Always visiting
his mother's grave,

his old neighborhood,
his sister,

in disguise, watching the people
he knew grow old and die.

He was a very lonely man.

Son of a bitch.

His sister. Different last name.

Do you know her married name?

Yeah. Mm...

Solerno, Mary.
She lives upstate.

If you found this rogue,
this killer,

would it really
make a difference?

Would it convince your leaders
to accept us?

If it doesn't, I will.

Fusco's sister owns a theater
in the town they grew up in.

Lucy says she lives upstate.

We can check it out
on the way to question her.

Do you think this is
such a good idea?

Oh, come on, man.

I'm only human.

Mm...

You go in first,
and I'll circle around.

Are you kidding me?
He's a vampire. No offense.

None taken, but he'll smell
whoever goes in first.

- If it's me, he may run.
- So?

Hopefully he'll think
you're a homeless person.

Hopefully.

Hopefully.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd
his wrinkled front.

See, see where Christ's blood
streams in the firmament.

One drop would save me.

I must always walk alone.

And yet, always I am followed.

Sound asleep and yet--
and yet I can hear it!

It is me pursuing myself.
I-I...

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm a cop.

We had reports of a break-in.
Who are you?

Oh? I? Oh, my dear boy,
I am an actor.

I can be anyone I wish to be.

Uh-huh.

Well, you got any I.D.?
A driver's license?

Maybe an Academy Award?

Oh, I never leave home
without it.

I know why you're here.

You're an
errand boy sent by shopkeepers

to collect the bill.

I hear your heart beat speed up
when you lie.

So, one more time.
Who the hell are you?

Okay, take it easy.

Drop it!

Look what you're doing
to my shirt!

Sit down! Sit down!

Now, we can do this
one of two ways.

- My way or my way.
- Relax.

We just want to know who you're
hiding from. Was it West?

West? Pfft.

West is only part of it.
It goes much deeper than that.

You wouldn't believe
who's involved in this.

- People I don't even know about.
- Just start from the beginning.

You know, Aaron, not everybody
was wild about this

coming-out-of-the-closet
routine.

Things were already tense.
This made it worse.

You should have
thought of that! You!

All right. All right.

Orlock heard West was back

and into something.

Smuggling. We didn't know.
We presumed weapons.

But West was still spouting
the same old revolutionary poop.

Would you just stick
to the point?

We were supposed to
find out more.

Orlock was supposed to
tell Cross.

I guess he never got the chance.

He phoned me. He was scared.
He was hiding.

He wouldn't talk
on the telephone.

He said our lives
were in danger.

He told me to leave town and
he'd contact me. He never did.

- He's dead.
- He never did!

Why would Orlock take a meeting
with West if he was afraid?

Maybe he was trying
to cut a deal.

Uhh, it's true. Orlock wasn't
the toughest guy in the world.

Being on the run
was hard on him.

- We're missing something.
- You dug into West's operation.

Did you find anything?

Something about a shipment
coming in on the 20th.

Tomorrow?

Weapons smuggling.

But with the money involved,
West can't pull this off alone.

Then somebody else
had to be involved. Who?

Somebody I thought I knew.

Come on. Come on.

Lucy. Lucy Westenra.

He's lying.

No. I'd know if he was.

It's all right.

We don't know the whole story.
You said it yourself.

- When is this going down?
- I don't know.

I don't even know
how they were bringing it in.

- Planes, trucks--
- It makes perfect sense!

She thought she'd send me
on a wild goose chase upstate

so I'm not around
when the shipment came in.

She hustled me away
so West could escape.

Also saved your life.

So she could use me.
Why are you sticking up for her?

- I'm not.
- Damn it!

I can't believe
she'd be involved in this.

Please don't report this.
They'll assume the worst.

Why shouldn't they?

We're trying to prevent war,
not start one. Please.

Don't call in until we've had
the chance to check it out.

"Albert P." Isn't a person.
It stands for Albert Pier.

- I came to the same conclusion.
- We'll check it out.

If it's more than we can handle,
I'm calling it in.

Fair enough.

Grant's here right now.
I'll get back to you.

That's your
official recommendation?

Hold off?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Just what it says.

This looks more complicated
than just plain murder.

It's political. They're
fighting among themselves.

We don't have time for
half-baked conspiracy theories.

I agree with Mr. Grant.

If this is manipulation,
I want to know.

- Damn it, I thought we agreed.
- Something big's going down.

You've got to let me get
to the bottom of it.

If you brought me in
because you wanted a stooge,

you made a big mistake.

What is the rush, Seward?

The virus can reach them
anywhere.

Same thing as before? I'll go in
the side and you circle around.

As you wish.

- This place stinks.
- That's good.

It'll cover your approach.

This is Agent Grant.
Get me Kellman.

They don't make a move
unless I say.

Seward's SWAT team's

a bunch of trigger-happy
motherfuckers.

- Where are you?
- Albert Pier, number 52.

We'll be waiting.
Special forces are in position.

Rear left perimeter.

Bring her over here.

Just be patient.

We rest.

All right, the ship will be here
in a few minutes.

Are there any questions?

I got a question for you.

How fucking stupid
do you think I am?

Back off, fucker!

Steven, you don't understand.

I wanted to tell you.
I couldn't risk it.

I understand perfectly.
You used me.

Get Seward on the radio.
We're moving in.

Where the fuck is Grant?

Put the gun down.

I should have known you had
something to do with this.

Don't be an idiot, Steven.
Open your eyes.

Look. Fusco led us
to the wrong conclusion.

Weapons are being smuggled in.
People are being smuggled out.

Steven, can't you see?
My people, they're afraid.

Seward,
give them the go ahead.

Weapons?
Is that what you thought?

You wouldn't let me tell him.
Look what almost happened.

Fuck.
Seward, you motherfucker!

- I didn't give the word!
- Steven, you betrayed us!

Steven.

Yaah!

Die.

Traitor!

I've been waiting for this...

- ...for centuries.
- Tell them to cease fire!

Get off!

- Mama!
- Take me home. Let's go.

- Mama.
- No!

Steven, save the kid!

Take him!
I'm going after his parents.

Move, move, move!

Aah.

No! Lucy!

Hold your fire!

Lucy.

- Oh, Steven. No, you're wounded.
- It's nothing.

- Smell my blood.
- I don't care!

Steven.

What's going on?

- How is she?
- Stable.

The transfusion from Aaron
helped.

She's not getting any worse.

But she isn't getting
any better?

She's in a coma.
But understand.

Our physiology
is different from yours.

The body goes into
a coma-like state

when it's severely damaged

as it attempts
to heal itself.

- She will fully recover.
- What are her chances?

Twenty-five percent.

I have to get back to Serenity.

Half of my people
are going into hiding.

The other half
are arming themselves.

It will take a lot of work

to clean up the mess
you've made.

Is that her blood?

Yeah.

My God.

You could be infected.

You should
check in here yourself.

And if I'm infected?

You'll transform

within three days.

Is there any way to stop it?

No.

What's the point of checking in?

There has to be some mistake.
You couldn't have shot my men!

Tell me I'm wrong. Go ahead!

Tell me, goddamn it!

Your men weren't even scratched.
I shot at their body armor.

The only reason I didn't
shoot them in their heads

was because I knew
they were acting on your orders.

I had to use my judgment.
You were in there a long time.

I was in there five minutes!

Informing on your enemy makes them your friend.

I called you in

to tell you you're going back
to your old job.

The official story
is you're on medical leave.

Seward wanted to fire you.
I said overruled him.

- He's too busy to fight, so...
- Busy with what?

The situation's
becoming untenable.

- We're releasing the virus.
- Not yet.

I'm close, damn it.

Last night, another girl
disappeared from the university.

She is my daughter.

We can't stop anyone
from leaving.

Make sure they have enough of
the blood substitute to last.

We're at
the laboratories already.

Good.

It's Steven Grant.

Tell him I'm busy.

He says it's urgent.

Yes?

They're mixing up
a big supply of the virus

all over the world.

And I should trust you?

I screwed up. I know.

But you have to trust me.

Right now,

your entire race
is living on borrowed time.

Why should I believe
this fantastic story?

Your senses are heightened.

You tell me if I'm lying.

We must do something.
Our people will all die.

So Agent Grant is going to steal
a sample of the virus?

Where is he planning
to get it from?

From Fleming's laboratory?

Yes. That's the name he used.

You knew of this?

I gave you your life.

And I will take it.

You know, I really
ought to thank you.

You just make everything
so easy.

The incident at the pier
was a gift.

Not only did it give us

a perfect opportunity
to release the virus,

but it got the slime
so worked up,

they believed everything
I told them. Your gun.

Give me your gun, slowly.

Well, you were sabotaging
the virus.

You go for your gun,
there's a struggle.

Et cetera. Et cetera.

Et cetera.

Not original...

but it works.

So the virus
is lethal to humans.

Oh.

There's that
community-college education

coming into play.

I'm actually quite proud of it.

You see, the initial infection
with vampires

is quite severe,
and in humans quite mild.

But after a week,
the vampires recover,

the humans...

die.

You're human. You got
an antidote or vaccine?

Oh, no. No, it doesn't apply.

By the time the virus
has been released,

I won't be human anymore.

He's going to turn me tonight.

Who?

You're not James Bond,

I'm not Blofeld.

No more explanations,
and no last-minute escapes.

How about no bullets?

Say something about
my education now, you fuck!

I knew you'd come.

I knew I could rely on you.

I promised

you'd never know disease,
weakness...

or pain again.

And I intend
to keep that promise.

I bled him dry.

He is starving.

I'm surprised that
he's been able to keep

from trying to attack you
this long.

It's all right.

I've sent everyone home.

We have time.

You will be pleased to know

that you won't be implicated
in Fleming's death.

His body will never be found.

Granted
questions might be asked.

But by tomorrow, their minds
will be on other things.

You will be dead,

and I'll have given them
their rogue.

I'll have killed him,
of course,

but it's too late to keep you
from becoming his last victim.

Pity. I like you.

You have qualities
that most people today lack--

determination...

loyalty to friends...

and partners.

It was you.

You killed Phil.

I took no pleasure in it.

Playing a murderer has been
extremely distasteful to me.

I'm not a violent man
by nature.

Yeah, right. All this talk
about peaceful coexistence.

All along, you're planning on
wiping out humanity.

Don't be ridiculous.

Civilization would collapse.

That's not what I want at all.

I already have a cure.

It's made from our blood.

And I plan to share it
with humanity.

It will make people resistant
to the virus,

to all disease.

One race.

I saw with my own eyes

what happened to the Indians,
the Africans, the Jews.

The only difference was race.

We can't fight you...

but we can't trust you,
either.

This is the only way.

No.

No. No.

No!

Incredible!

I don't think I have ever seen
willpower like this!

Too bad. It's utterly pointless!

Go!

Excellent choice.

These silver bullets
are overkill on you.

Aaron!

But you will leave
an expensive corpse.

That's enough of that.

Goodbye.

That hurt.

Not bad for a final act.

But not quite good enough.

Hang in there.
Hang in there, partner.

I think we won.

The catastrophe
that almost befell us

could only
have been created

by mutual cooperation
between our two people.

And mutual cooperation

is the only way
it could have been stopped.

We owe Steven Grant
and Aaron Gray a debt

for showing us that,

for good or evil,
we are no different.

And I owe them
a more personal debt

for my daughter's life.

Sorry I missed it.

Are you all right?
You seem strange.

I got tested yesterday.

I'm not infected
with your blood.

I never will be.

I'm immune.

One of the twenty percent.

I can never be like you.

Forty years from now...

you won't have changed.

I'll be old...

or dead.

I wasn't gonna tell you
till you got back on your feet.

I didn't want to upset you.

Why did you think I'd be upset?

Because I'll lose you
in 40 years...

or am I losing you now?

I just thought--
I mean, when you heard...

Steven...

do I strike you
as the kind of woman who...

who...

who takes the easy way out?

No.

Then the question is...

are you that kind of man?

You know it won't be easy.

Nothing good ever is.

- What's up?
- They want us downtown.

I'll see you soon.

I'll be waiting.

You drive, partner.

Let's go to work.

♪ Eternity ♪

♪ Stretchin' out
In front of me ♪

♪ My energy ♪

♪ Always changing palms
On me ♪

♪ I eat and I sleep ♪

♪ And count the things
I cannot comprehend ♪

♪ Living, breathing ♪

♪ Just passing time
This life will never end ♪

♪ Keep on going, going
But you'll find ♪

♪ The reasons
In the stop sign ♪

♪ Keep on running in a circle
But you'll never find ♪

♪ The finish line ♪

♪ But there is ♪

♪ No doubt ♪

♪ Coming true ♪

♪ Night ♪

♪ And there is ♪

♪ No death ♪

♪ Only real ♪

♪ Life ♪

♪ I tried to breathe ♪

♪ But suffocate
in every single skin ♪

♪ I want to scream ♪

♪ Another sun
Is rising up again ♪

♪ Endless living ♪

♪ A tale of death
That pulls on children ♪

♪ Rattle my chains ♪

♪ I have no choice
I take another breath ♪

♪ Keep on going, going
But you'll find ♪

♪ The reasons
In the stop sign ♪

♪ Keep on running in a circle
But you'll never find ♪

♪ The finish line ♪

♪ But there is ♪

♪ No doubt ♪

♪ Coming true ♪

♪ Night ♪

♪ And there is ♪

♪ No death ♪

♪ Only real ♪

♪ Life ♪

♪ And there is ♪

♪ No doubt ♪

♪ Coming true ♪

♪ Night ♪

♪ And there is ♪

♪ No death ♪

♪ Only real ♪

♪ Life ♪