CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 11, Episode 3 - Blood Moon - full transcript

- ♪♪ [rock, slow tempo]
- Mmm.

- No.
- Yes.

♪ You lay me down ♪

- Oh.
- ♪ You lay me down ♪

♪ You lay me down... ♪

♪ Well, every song is a sad song ♪

[yells]

[grunts]

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

- No! Stop, please!
- Don't stop.



- [grunts]
- [screaming]

Hey.

You know that the speed limit
is not a suggestion, right?

You gonna give me a ticket, copper?

I used to bring Lindsey up here.

Mount Charleston always
has been a hot spot

for skiers and hikers and...

Now murderers.

You can see the terror in his eyes.

This man knew he was going to die.

[liquid dripping]

This is a serious blood pool.

He was alive
when his head was chopped off.

Still tacky.



Fresh kill.

So the park ranger said
he thought he heard wolves howling,

but they're not native to the area,
so he came down here to check it out.

[Willows]
Looks like his body's been posed.

Could be some kind of a cult killing.

Satanic rituals are often performed
in a natural setting like this,

but this fence is a poor altar.

If this was a ritualistic killing,
there would be some...sign.

Blood moon.

In the Book of Revelations,

it was considered to be
a precursor to the end of days.

Well, it certainly was for this poor guy.

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Come on, tell me, who are you? ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ You ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

No tire tracks, no footprints.
I can't even see my own.

- He's not dressed for hiking.
- Mm-mmm.

- He had to get out here someway.
- There's no ID on him.

- [camera shutter clicks]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where is the bug man
when you need him?

I'm right here, buddy.

What is that?

That is a long-horned beetle.

Nick, there's something else in his mouth,
and it's not moving.

Hair.

- Maybe he got a piece of his attacker.
- Mm-hmm.

- Guys, I'm gonna need some bigger tools.
- Yeah, okay.

I've got some ligature marks on his wrist.

You check the other one, Nick.

Yeah, same thing over here.

But these patterns are inconsistent
with this barbed wire.

Stop! Stop! Please stop!

Looks like somebody
brought chains to the party.

You see these abrasions
and cuts here in the chest?

They appear to have been made
by the barbed wire.

So, our victim ran into
the barbed-wire fence,

and then our killer...turned him around.

[grunting]

Killer wanted to look him in the eye.

It would have made the killer
feel very powerful.

[sighs]

Hang on, now, Super Dave.
You just gonna chop him up?

Oh, Dr. Robbins said that he wanted
the head with the pike,

and the body with the fence.

- I'll take the saw.
- Okay.

- [grunts]
- [sighs]

- I'll grab the head?
- Yep.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. It's like trying to get meat
off a shish kebab.

- [straining]
- [grunts]

- You all right?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Give me a hand, David.
- Mm-hmm.

[Dr. Robbins] The post went through
the trachea, soft palate,

and all the way into the brain.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Heads or tails?
- I'll take heads.

♪ Just drift down ♪

♪ From place to place ♪

♪ Always looking for ♪

♪ A little breathing space ♪

♪ Looking at my face ♪

♪ Every other day ♪

Lizzie Borden got an ax
and gave her mother 40 whacks.

Contrary to the poem,

Lizzie Borden gave her parents
a total of 29 whacks.

In this case, we won't know
the number of whacks

or the type of weapon
that did the whacking

until we boil off the flesh
and examine the tool marks.

He has got symmetrical scars
on both palms.

That would support the theory
that we're dealing with some kind of cult.

Bloodletting is a common practice.

Abrasions are deep.
He struggled.

It's a powerful thing-- the will to live.

So is the will to kill.
It looks like

more than a dozen chop marks.

Oh. The water's beading.

Lotions and massage oils
make water run off the skin like this.

Yeah. This man has very little body hair.

He's been waxed.

From head to toe.

And everywhere in-between.

[Langston]
Doesn't seem to be any hair regrowth.

This was done recently.

The thing about wax is...

it likes to stick around.

I'll get this to Hodges.

Hey. I ran our vic's prints through AFIS.
He's not in the system,

and no one matching his description
has been reported missing.

Well, if he's a tourist, it could be
that no one knows he's gone yet.

I got his photo out to all the hotels,
so maybe somebody will recognize him.

- You know, uh, last night--
- Mm-hmm?

- ...was--
- Really great.

- We gotta do that more often.
- Yeah.

Why don't you move in with me?

What did you just say?

[chuckles]

Yeah, I'm, uh-- I'm serious.

I'd like to make dinner
for you every night.

Maybe a little breakfast in bed,
if you're good.

That sounds nice.

I-- I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

I always imagined Wendy and me
moving in together.

Cuddling on the couch,
watching the Iron Chef.

Battle Garbanzo Bean was our favorite.

Do you have something for me?

Olive oil, rosemary,
and a little lemon juice.

Salad dressing.

Yeah. You throw in a balsamic,
and you have a vinaigrette.

But in this case,

it's the ingredients in the wax
that was used on your victim

for his extensive man-scaping.

Double ouch.

I used to go to the Anubis Spa.

They had this sugar-based wax which is
similar to what they used in ancient Egypt.

So an olive oil-based wax...

I'm guessing the Mediterranean Hotel.

So the hotel spa confirmed
that Michael Wilson

had a full-body wax there
three days ago.

- Should be the room up here, huh?
- Yeah. Yeah, it's right here.

Front desk recognized the photograph
that Vartann's been shopping around.

Said that Wilson came in from San Diego,
and he's here for some kind of convention.

Huh.

[beeps]

Obvious signs of a struggle.

It would be pretty hard to take someone

out of a hotel room against their will
without getting caught on camera, right?

I'll pull surveillance.

It looks like Mr. Wilson was here
for a special occasion.

- [Stokes] Yeah?
- [camera shutter clicks]

"Today and for all eternity,

I dedicate my soul to you."

- I love you, too, honey.
- They're wedding vows.

He was getting married.

Found a yellow contact lens.

That's an unusual color.

The victim wasn't wearing contacts.

Huh. A Celtic love knot.

It's where the expression "tying the knot"
came from, you know.

Uh-huh.

Got a couple of receipts here--
one for flowers, one for a cake.

And according to this,
they're supposed to be delivered

to the Unity Room of this hotel
on the 7th.

The wedding's today.

[hissing]

You wouldn't happen to have
any garlic on you, would you?

- No, I'm fresh out.
- Uh-huh.

[hissing]

I think I'm going to be sick.

Julie, we just have a few more questions.

Hasn't she been through enough?
I'm going to put a stop to this.

Your kind clearly have no right
to badger her like this.

"Our kind"?

Mr. Stewart, a young man
has been brutally murdered.

We have every right to be here.

And as far as I'm concerned,
you can drop the act.

The act?

Miss Crenshaw, when was the last time
that you saw your fiancé?

Yesterday afternoon,
when we rehearsed the ceremony.

So, roughly 24 hours ago.

They didn't want to see each other
before the wedding.

It's tradition.

We embrace the principles
and the morals of centuries past.

Not like the present,

where you drive through a chapel
and Elvis will hand you a license.

As to Michael's state of mind last night,
did he seem agitated or unsettled?

No. Michael was about to marry
the love of his life.

I've never seen anyone so happy.

Ethan, you're the best man, right?

Right.

So you were in charge
of the bachelor party?

Bachelor party?

Yeah, did you guys party
like a rap star last night, or what?

We simply dined.

Then Michael went back to his room
to work on his vows and meditate.

Vampires meditate?

A true vampiric state can only be achieved
through discipline and self-control.

Self-control wasn't exercised
in Michael's hotel room.

The place was completely trashed.

This is all my fault.

I was the one who wanted
to get married at the convention.

Where they let anyone in.

All of our friends were
going to be here anyway.

I wanted them to see
how happy we were.

Let's go back
to "where they let everyone in."

- Who's "everyone"?
- This is a Covens and Clans convention.

Vampires and, unfortunately,
werewolves.

Mr. Stewart, may I see your hand, please?

Huh.

Miss Crenshaw?

We found the same scar
on Michael's palms.

In the movies,
vampires thirst for blood.

We're not sanguinarians.

For us, blood is a-- a symbol
of the life force that flows through us.

We shed our blood in ceremonies
to bind one another together.

Whoever killed Michael
put a stake in my heart, too.

This has Van Helsing written all over it.

- The vampire slayer?
- Mm-hmm.

I thought he just staked them
through the heart.

The staking was just to
keep them in their coffins.

If you really want to kill a vampire,
you have to cut off his head.

Only, this guy wasn't a real vampire.

Someone thought so.

You know, a few years ago,
in Romania,

a family dug up their dead relative

because they thought he was a vampire.

They ripped out his heart, burned it,

mixed the ashes with water,
and then drank it.

Seriously?

And, much like you,
the Romanian police

didn't believe in vampires,

so they charged the family
with abusing a corpse.

Served three years in prison.

But the townspeople
thought they were heroes.

Individual stria match.

A single tool made all these cuts.

Depth impressions range
from one to three-eighths of an inch,

indicating varying degrees of force.

Killer used a curved,
heavy-headed blade.

Most likely an ax or a hatchet.

- ♪♪ [goth]
- Yeah, okay. Thanks, Arch.

[distant howling]

[growls]

Well, so much for our abduction theory.

Surveillance confirmed that Michael Wilson
left the hotel at midnight by himself.

There had to be some kind of altercation.

You did see his room.

Yeah, whoever started it
probably finished it at Mount Charleston.

[growls]

- Ah. Whoa.
- [chuckling]

What do you think?

- Creepy.
- Yeah. I do feel powerful.

I feel, you know, dangerous.

I think maybe the reason
these people dress up like these creatures

is to help them embrace their dark side.

Yeah. No, I get it.

- You kind of scared me for a minute there.
- Okay, okay.

Same contact lens as the one that we found
in Michael Wilson's room.

They've sold 500 of these
at this convention in the last two days.

Well, great.
That's impossible to trace.

- We'd better hope DNA comes through.
- Yeah.

- [hisses]
- Wow.

Cool eyes.

Mom, I need your credit card.

I think you just turned another one
over to the dark side.

[chuckles]

That's nice. Nice.

Remember, you're undead.

So you think it's the neck biting,
the bloodsucking,

or the carnal sex that's the appeal?

It's probably all of the above.

Once you mate, it's for life.

You know, if it's worth, uh, living for,

it's also worth dying for.

[Woman on P.A. system]
Wiccans, bring your best spells and potions

to the sharing circle
when the hour strikes...

Whoo! Quite an arsenal.

I didn't realize that vampires
and werewolves needed weapons.

Oh, they don't, you do.

Back to work, honey.
Don't flirt with the dogs.

It's slay or be slayed out there.

So have you ever used one of these
weapons to slay a vampire yourself?

[chuckles]
If these blades could talk.

No, but seriously,
can I tell you guys something?

I'm a direct descendant
of the great Van Helsing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So ridding the world of monsters
is in my blood.

I've seen the evil they can do.

Killing machines really.
No conscience, no mercy.

So what kind of weapon
would you recommend

to, say, decapitate a vampire?

Ooh, I like how you think.

I would go with the TransVlad 5000.

Top o' the line.

Stainless steel, leather-wrapped handle.

And how much does that set you back?

Well, for you young slayers,
I could do 450 bucks.

- Yeah. That's a little pricey.
- Kind of steep.

Well, why don't you let me slash the price?

425, just for today.

We were thinking of something more along
the lines of the ax or hatchet family.

- Mm-hmm.
- I get it.

You guys are on some kind of budget.
You're not yanking my chain here?

You're not wasting my time?
'Cause I might have to--

[imitates flesh ripping sound]
...decapitate you.

- All right.
- I'm just kidding.

Honey, can you get me the wood ax?

Right.

If he doesn't die, he'll--
he'll have to get a tetanus shot.

[chuckles]
No, but seriously,

this might do the trick
on your entry-level blood junkies,

but, uh, no guarantees.

And no returns.
[imitates flesh ripping sound]

Heavy head, curved blade,
about five inches long.

- How many of these have you sold?
- None.

People usually go for the crossbows,
or the-- or the scimitars.

They don't go for something
you can get at Home Depot.

[together]
We'll take it.

- [splash]
- [chuckling] Oh, man.

Sorry.

That's okay.
This shirt was begging for it.

Recreating the event, I see.

Analyzing tool marks and blood spatter.

According to Doc Robbins, Michael Wilson
was struck no less than 18 times.

- How many you up to?
- About 11.

I keep trying to hit the same place twice,
but every time I miss,

I have to start over again,
and my hand is killing me.

Want to let me give it a whack?

- All right.
- [grunts]

My Paw-Paw used to say the great thing
about wood is it warms you up twice--

once when you chop it
and once when you burn it.

[chuckles]

That's my five, your 11.
That makes 16.

I think we shaved a couple
off the killer's total.

Come take a look at this with me,
will you?

The victim was struck from all sides.

That's very difficult to do
with a guy who's chained to a fence.

That would mean
the killer hopped the fence

so he could take shots
from the other side.

- [grunts]
- Why do that?

I mean, we just proved you can get
the job done standing in the same spot.

Maybe he didn't know that.

There is another possibility.

Maybe he wasn't alone.

[Hodges] That's a hair we found
in your victim's mouth.

The scale patterns are mosaic.
It's not human.

I ran it against this exemplar.

- Canis lupus.
- Wolf hair?

Or maybe werewolf.

I have been doing extensive research.

According to the legend,
vampires enslaved werewolves

during the Trajanic War.

Werewolves revolted, and they've
been mortal enemies ever since,

like Cain and Abel,
Romulus and Remus--

Tom and Jerry. I get it.

There were a lot of werewolves
at that convention.

But as scientists,

we know that wannabe werewolves

cannot physically
transform themselves into wolves.

So where did this hair come from?

Perhaps one of them
has a four-legged companion.

They say that people look like their dogs.

Greg's running canine CODIS right now.

- Thank you.
- Um, out of curiosity, uh,

will you and Detective Vartann
be sharing your house or his?

Really none of your business.

I had love in my grasp,

and I let it slip through my fingers,

and I don't know

if I'll ever be able to forgive myself.

It's a terrible thing
to wake up to every day.

I'll keep that in mind.

Your wolf's in the system.

- His name's Timber.
- [Willows] How original.

He was entered into canine CODIS
two years ago,

when his owner assaulted someone
in front of the Tangiers.

Timber, here, joined in on the fight.

Wolves don't normally attack humans.
Blame the owner, not the wolf.

Who's the owner?

Kurt Francis.
He's also in the system.

Multiple assaults,
drunk and disorderly, DUI.

He's registered at the convention.

He's the leader of a werewolf pack.

Well, we're looking for multiple attackers.

Wolves do hunt in packs.
Maybe werewolves do, too.

[Man] Drink. Get your glasses up.
Come on. Come on.

- Looks like we need another round.
- Sorry.

- Who's buying another round?
- Yo, yo, check her out.

- [Man howls]
- Sorry, guys.

[laughter]

That is a nice piece of meat.

You're right, Kurtis. Sweet!

How about it, honey?
How about a lap dance?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going?

- Come on!
- Get your hands off of me!

Come on! Ahh!

- You're hurting me!
- Get your hands off of her.

What do you think you're doing
with that stick, old man?

Relax, relax, relax.
Everybody be cool now.

Be cool now, boys.
Just relax.

- Move it along, old man.
- What is that?

Is that wolf hair?

Back up! Back up!

Back up!

The hold I have you in
is called a lateral vascular hold.

The discomfort you're feeling

is my forefinger and thumb
constricting your airway,

cutting off the oxygen to your brain.

You should pass out

right about...now.

Why don't one of you take these chains
off of me and give me my vest back?

Well, you can't have it back.

You know, when I was a kid,
we had a dog,

and when he died,
we never once considered

turning him into a jacket.

No. Never.

Timber was a loyal member of the pack.

I wanted to keep him with me.

We found some of Timber's hair in the teeth
of a murder victim-- Michael Wilson.

- Who?
- Michael Wilson.

He was at your convention.
He was of the vampire persuasion.

Well, I don't hang with parasites.

You should think about it.
You have a lot in common.

You're in the same movies.

You know, there's a creature
in the Philippines called an Aswang.

- A what?
- Aswang.

It's a half-breed.
Half vampire, half werewolf.

We are nothing like those bloodsuckers.

There's a reason why
they hide in the dark, you know?

Act like the elite,

pretend to be, uh, refined.

You see, us animals--

we're honest.

We follow our instincts.

We give in to our urges.

Like the urge to kill.

We found a contact lens
in Michael Wilson's hotel room.

The DNA says it's yours.

Kurt,

I think you're taking this mortal
enemy thing a little too far.

Now, where were you two nights ago?

I don't remember.
There was a full moon, and I shifted.

- You shifted?
- When there's a full moon,

I'm not as strong.

- I can't control it.
- [bang]

Can you remember where you were
when the sun came up?

I was in my car.

Where was your car?

Self-park garage, the Mediterranean,
level three.

Good dog.

This car is a gas guzzler.

You'd think a wolf would be more
environmentally conscious.

Oh...

I think I know why Kurt Francis
couldn't remember what happened last night.

That pooch has been hitting the hooch.

It's not the moonlight that turns him
into a beast, it's the moonshine.

Got some dog collars.

Similar pattern to the ligature marks.

It's probable that Kurt and his pack
used these to restrain Michael Wilson.

Spatter on the passenger door.

Positive for blood.

The truck might have been parked

near the fence
when they were killing Michael.

Well, there's blood in
the window well, too-- a lot of it.

The window must have been open.

Then why isn't there any blood
inside the truck, on the seats?

- What is that smell?
- Vomit.

Is that really what we're gonna talk
about right now, man? I'm eating.

- Well, you're always eating.
- You were saying?

The blood on Kurt Francis's truck
came back to the vic,

but mixed in with it were traces
of pepsinogen and hydrochloric acid.

Digestive enzymes.

Yeah. Someone drank Michael Wilson's blood
and then puked it out the window.

- Yeah. Kurt Francis.
- No.

It did not come back to Kurt Francis.

Of course. A vampire.

If we accept the mythology,

werewolves don't drink blood,
vampires do.

So, what was a vampire doing
in Kurt Francis's truck?

- Don't they hate each other?
- Mm-hmm.

I can't tell you why they were carpooling,

but I can tell you that the vampire
we're looking for is sick.

Hodges found traces of hematin
and mesoporphyrin in the vomit.

Both of those are used to treat porphyria.

It's a blood disorder.
It's also known as the vampire disease.

We had a case about ten years ago
where the killer had porphyria. Remember?

She chopped up her victims
and turned them into protein shakes.

[coughing]

[chuckling]
I'm sorry, man.

It's all right.

So we're not just looking
for a vampire poser.

We're looking for a sanguinarian.

[Mr. Stewart]
By sharing our blood with Michael,

he takes a part of each of us
into the next world.

It's one in life, one in death.
It's how we honor our dead.

Well, may a stranger offer a few words?

- Uh, no, actually.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Michael lived and died as a vampire,

a being hated for centuries.

Hatred is born of fear--
fear of things we don't understand.

In medieval times, for example,

when someone saw a bloated corpse
with blood running from its mouth,

they believed it was a vampire,
such as yourselves.

Science now teaches us that that's just part
of the decomposition process.

It's simply gasses

purging fluids from the body
through the nose and from the mouth.

This is highly inappropriate
at a memorial service.

You know, you're right, Thomas.
This is a somber occasion, Dr. Ray.

Maybe we should
lighten things up a little bit.

Maybe we should.
What does it say in the Good Book, Nick?

- "Let there be light."
- [vampires gasp]

[growls]

[hisses]

Science has a way of revealing
other truths about vampires,

like your acute sensitivity to sunlight.

It's actually a symptom

of a medical condition called porphyria.

Even brief exposure to sunlight

can cause your skin to...

burn and blister.

[Stokes]
The great thing about science

is that it always
sheds light on the subject.

I didn't kill Michael.
When I found him, he was already dead.

So you thought,
why let all that good blood go to waste?

You know, I take offense to that.

You said yourself that your coven
doesn't drink blood.

No, we don't.
I made an exception for Michael.

Why?

Because I wanted his soul
to live on through me.

They lured him to the mountain.

I tried to get there in time to save him,
but I was too late.

- Yeah? Who's "they"?
- Wolves.

They had their noses open that night.

You know, there's only one problem
with your story, Thomas.

You hitched a ride back to town
with the leader of the wolf pack.

The evidence tells us that you
and Kurt Francis killed Michael together.

[grunts]

[grunting]

You see, the thing
about drinking human blood is,

our bodies lack the enzymes
to break it down properly.

It induces vomiting.

I understand why the werewolves
would want Michael dead,

but why would he turn against
one of his own?

[Langston]
Maybe Michael lost faith.

Maybe Michael started to see you
for what you really are--

a frustrated Web site designer
from London.

Or maybe it was about the girl-- Julie.

You wanted her all to yourself, didn't you?

I want a lawyer.

The yellow contact lens puts Kurt Francis
in Michael Wilson's hotel room.

Michael's blood in Kurt's car
puts him at the crime scene

along with Thomas Stewart.

But without the murder weapon, we can't
prove that either of them killed Michael.

Right. But when Nick and I

hacked off Jell-O man's head,
we were covered with blood.

So if Kurt and Thomas
hacked off Michael's head...

- The clothes should prove it.
- They should.

You know, there should be
a lot more blood than this.

[Willows] Could be castoff
from simply being at the scene.

All it proves is that Kurt and Thomas
were there.

Well, at the least, they were there.
If they only took one or two swings,

that could account for the lack of blood.

He was hit with an ax at least 18 times,

so whether they were just there
or they took a couple of swings,

it means that someone else
took the rest of the swings.

Yeah. Yeah, another wolf.
Or another vampire.

I admit that a black cloak
does lend a gentleman

a certain kind of mysterious allure.

There's just one drawback:

It drags along the ground
and collects plenty of trace.

- What did you find, David?
- Alpine rock butterweed.

It's a flowering herb
that only grows above 2,500 feet

on Mount Charleston
along the south loop trail.

We didn't find any of this stuff
at the crime scene.

Makes me wonder what else is up there.

[Sidle] We know that Michael
was running from his attackers.

We know that the chase
ended at the fence.

Where did it begin?

Did you know that a 12-letter word
for "across the woods" is "Transylvania"?

Grissom? Is that you, Grissom?

- Shut up.
- Gil?

I don't think he'd appreciate you
calling him that either.

- No? You don't think so?
- I don't.

After all this time.
That's a shame.

All right. Here you go.

I'll see you at 2,500.

If you can keep up.

[chuckles]

[grunts]

[Sidle]
Alpine rock butterweed.

[Stokes]
Mm-hmm.

[Sidle]
Big fat tire treads.

Consistent with Kurt's gas guzzler
of a truck.

[Stokes]
Got something here.

[Sidle]
Dirt's been disturbed.

Another piece.

I know this guy.

That's Kurt Francis.

- I can beat that.
- Yeah?

I think somebody tried to bury the hatchet.

This photo was taken
at last year's convention.

Do you recognize the werewolf
standing next to Kurt Francis?

How about now?

Michael Wilson.

He was part of Kurt's wolf pack?

Looks that way.
I think Michael was a wolf

who fell for a vampire.

But the only way he could have her
was to become a vampire himself

and hope that nobody recognized him
from last year's convention.

[Willows]
Well, someone obviously recognized him,

and that someone was Kurt Francis.

[Stokes]
He followed Michael to his room,

he confronted him,
and he got in his face.

Once a werewolf,
always a werewolf, Michael.

We were brothers,
and you betrayed us for one of them!

Well, my guess is that Kurt
went looking for Thomas

to let him know that
there was a traitor in his midst.

And for one night
and one night only,

they joined forces
to kill a common enemy.

Fluorescein green.

Enhances contrast and latent blood.

Excellent choice.

Thank you.

The handle's been wiped clean,
but they didn't get all the blood.

There's some patterns in the wood.

Huh.

I think I've seen this before.

[clicks off]

Look at this.

This is the test ax that Nick and I
used on Jell-O man.

- See the pattern?
- Similar markings.

- Right.
- But not the same.

They came from this-- my, uh--

My wedding ring
made a pattern in blood on the handle.

Kurt Francis wears a ring
that has a wolf insignia.

[camera shutter clicking]

- [beeps]
- That doesn't look like a wolf to me.

That's a beautiful engagement ring.

Thank you.

It's designed to fit your wedding band, yes?

May I?

And the two halves become one.

Michael and I liked the symbolism--

the idea that we'd be together forever.

Well, we like symbols, too.

They have a way of making an impression,
especially in blood.

[Langston] When you were swinging
that ax at Michael's head

again and again,

his blood seeped
onto the handle of the ax,

and your ring left behind
an unusual pattern.

You got his blood all over you--

on your clothes, in your hair.

CSIs are searching
your hotel room right now.

Even if you washed your clothes,
even if you took a shower,

they'll find evidence of his blood there.

Michael never told you
that he used to be...

a werewolf, did he?

No.

How did you find out?

Thomas told Michael and me
to meet him at Mount Charleston

for a pre-wedding ritual.

As soon as we got there,
I knew something was wrong.

Thomas ordered Michael to hand over
his contacts and his fangs.

What are they doing here?

Michael?

Michael ran, and they ran after him,

and by the time I caught up,

they had chained Michael to a fence.

[Michael yelling]

Stop! Let me go!
Do something! Help him!

- Show her.
- Don't! Stop!

Your beloved used to be a werewolf.

[Michael grunting]

Michael said he'd seen me
at the convention last year.

Said he knew
we were destined to be together.

So he changed who he was
because he loved you.

Love built on a lie isn't love.

You can't be someone you're not.

He wasn't one of us.

And that didn't sit well with anyone,
did it?

Traitors must die.

Julie, I love you.
It doesn't matter what side I'm on!

- He's not on any side.
- [Michael yelling]

He's not one of us,
he's never been one of us,

and he's not even one of them.

Now, you align yourself to this man,
that makes you no better than him.

We're all watching, Julie.

- Choose.
- Aahh!

[Michael grunting]
Julie--

Julie, this is all make-believe.

Vampires, werewolves...
None of this is real.

My love for you-- that's what's real.

We can just walk away from all this.

Do you really love me?

Yes. With all my heart, I love you.

That was your mistake.

You can't be you and love me.

No! Stop! No!
[yelling]

[yelling]

If you agree to testify against
Thomas Stewart and Kurt Francis,

you may be able
to avoid the death penalty.

I killed Michael.

Maybe the werewolf and vampire

can work out a peace treaty
while they're sharing a cell.

And Julie Crenshaw will be spending
her honeymoon behind bars.

So much for love.

Well, there's still hope
for the rest of us, I hope.

[chuckles]

You never did give me an answer.

Okay.

Look, if you don't want
to move in together,

you know, I understand.

Lou...

I think that what we have now

is pretty awesome.

Mm-hmm.

And I just fear that

if we were to move in together,
we're going to start to argue

about who forgot
to unload the dishwasher

and all kinds of crap like that.

And besides, we're both armed.
It could end badly.

Yeah, but, uh,

I'm willing to risk it.

I'm not.

Can't we just enjoy
what we've got now?

Yeah.

I'll take it.

♪♪ [organ]

Man, I saw this movie
when I was about seven.

- Freaked me out.
- Really?

Yeah. That particular Nosferatu
just scared me to death.

[both chuckling]

Well, you know people invented stories
about werewolves and vampires

to explain the evil in the world.

Couldn't believe that people were capable
of such terrible violence.

Sometimes I can't even believe it myself.

But I suppose if there
were no evil in the world,

we'd be out of a job.

[ringing]

[beeps]

Speak of the devil,
triple homicide at the Tangiers.

[sighs]

Let's go hunt some monsters.