Moonlight (2007–2008): Season 1, Episode 3 - Dr. Feelgood - full transcript

Previously on Moonlight:

I wanna help people.
That's why I became a PI.

If I can help others, it
might make up for what I am.

Now, if I got this right, a stake
in your heart will paralyze you.

I see it now. It's like your
own little prison, isn't it?

This whole vampire thing.

You can't have anybody poking
around. A girlfriend, anyone who cares.

Is that your friend? The blond?

This is Beth
Turner for Buzzwire.

Since you met that guy, screwed
up has started to seem normal.

Please don't look at me.



What are you?

I'm a vampire.

- Beth.
- I'm here to talk to you about, um...

you.

Maybe you should come in.

I really need you to tell me
that I didn't see what I saw...

What I think I saw
the other night.

The blood, the fangs.

- I heard what you said.
- That I'm a vampire.

How am I supposed...?

Are you the only one? Or
are there other vampires?

A few hundred here in L.A.

- How can people not know you exist?
- We're extremely careful.

Sometimes people see
things, but they dismiss it.



- How can they?
- Or no one believes them.

People have been hunting
us for thousands of years.

So it's extremely important
that no one knows we exist.

- Do you understand?
- Mm-hm.

So do you bite people's
necks and suck the blood out?

Actually, I get most of my
blood from the blood bank.

Oh.

The Red Cross does not
mention that in their literature.

- I don't think they know.
- Do you know how crazy this is?

I'm trying really hard...

to wrap my mind around
what you said and what I saw.

Hey, I get it.
It's a lot to get.

So how does a person
even become a vampire?

How did you become a vampire?

I'll love you forever.

- Forever?
- Forever.

Mick?

I'm sorry, I can't. Not...

I'm sorry, you gotta go.

Were you bitten by another
vampire? Is that how it works?

One minute, you're Mick the human,
and the next, you're Mick the vampire?

- Another time.
- What was it like?

Another time.

What's it like to
turn into a vampire?

As if there were some
way to describe it.

What do you do when your whole
world changes in the blink of an eye?

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

Sir? Are you all right?
Everything's gonna be all right.

I'm a doctor. Okay, I'm just gonna
feel your neck a little bit, sir, okay?

Stay with me, come on.

When suddenly,
all the rules change.

Hey. What are you doing?

- You have to pay for those.
- I'm not paying for anything.

Something's wrong
with your food!

It doesn't have any taste.

You're crazy.

You stay away from me.

You get back. I mean it.

At this time, the police
aren't releasing any details.

But earlier tonight...

a store clerk was murdered
at this downtown location.

We'll post details as
soon as we get them.

This is Beth Turner for Buzzwire.
- And we are good.

I'll go to the van and upload
your report to the archives.

- Yeah, give me...
- I know that she was inside.

It's a bloody mess in there.
The guy was chewed up.

- A wild animal maybe? WOMAN
2: In a convenience store?

Maybe someone didn't
approve of his slushy flavors...

and then sicced his
dog on the poor bastard.

Pit bull?

Like the one that mauled
the woman in San Francisco?

- Maybe. WOMAN
2: Best theory so far.

We'll see what the coroner says.
- All right.

Let's call it a night.

You got it.

Listen, whatever you heard...

off the record.

I heard "bloody,
chewed-up body."

- I don't want you going out with this.
- Then give me something.

Come on, Carl. It's me.

Just give me a little something.
Off the record, I swear.

- That's what you always say.
- And I always hold the story.

Look, fine.

This guy in here was not just
chewed up. Okay? His blood was gone.

Somehow, his body
was completely drained.

Jeez, Guillermo, you're like a
12-year-old girl with the messages.

Texting.

All right, I'm here.
What's the emergency?

Came in a couple of hours ago.

Look at how the flesh
has been ripped away.

It's like something was
trying to eat this guy.

What are the cops saying?

- Well, for now, dog attack.
- Yeah. Right.

Not many vampire victims
come into the morgue.

That's why I wanted you to get down
here before the coroner took a look.

The vampire that did this must
have been severely pissed off.

Or newly turned. I can
barely smell any decay.

But why wasn't his
sire controlling him?

Maybe this sire
changed his mind.

- Deserted the newbie.
- That goes against every rule.

A sire has to be responsible for who they
turn. Help them through the transition.

I hardly remember anything from
when I got turned. I was too out of it.

I remember the rage...

the need to satisfy a hunger
that I didn't understand...

and what it felt like to
feed for the first time.

We've got a rogue on our hands.

The way to find this
guy is to find his sire.

What are you doing here?

Word is something slashed him
open and drained all his blood out.

Something? What, as
in something like me?

- I didn't say that.
- Whatever did this is nothing like me.

- Okay?
- Okay, fine. I believe you.

- I want you off this case.
- Why?

Because there's a vampire involved?
Oh, God, I can't believe I just said that.

Yeah, exactly.

Hey, I've been doing this job
long before I knew about vampires.

- I don't have to ask your permission.
- It's gonna get dangerous.

Then it's a good
thing I got you around.

Okay.

All new interns, report
to OR 2 for observation.

You still wanna know how
someone becomes a vampire?

Well, first, you have to
reach a point near death.

Then the vampire, your sire,
feeds you their own blood.

- Your sire, like a parent?
- Kind of.

So do they tell you what to
do? Are you close forever?

Like humans, some relationships
are terrible, some are amazing.

It can go a million
different ways.

There's no way to predict, but
something has gone wrong in this one.

I'll go through
the wire reports...

see if the cause of death matches
any other recent murder victims.

Will you ask the other
vampires if they know anything?

There's not, like, a big
clubhouse where we all hang out.

Oh, okay. Well,
however it works.

I'll deal with the cops
and the computers.

The other thing,
you're the expert.

Time was, I didn't even
know vampires existed...

let alone being an expert.
But I know one thing:

A rogue vampire won't
stop killing on his own.

The first thing a newly turned
vampire needs to do is feed.

Problem is, if you don't
know what you're hungry for...

you'll try anything...

when, really, you're
only looking for one thing:

Blood.

City sidewalks are
covered in all kinds of crap:

Gum, bits of food,
cigarette butts, spit.

But I can always find the blood.

That smell can't be
mistaken for anything else.

And vampire blood
smells like no other.

A vampire was here.

And then there were two.

This is where the
rogue was sired.

Poor guy. Probably
didn't know what hit him.

Don't be afraid.

It's okay.

What have you done?

- What have you done to me?
- Don't be scared.

It's my wedding
gift. I freed you.

I freed you from death.

Tell me what you did to me.

I joined us forever.

Why?

No, you don't understand.
I've given you a gift.

The greatest gift I can give.

But I don't want this.

I love you.

I love you.

You made me into a monster.

I don't know. "Monster"
may be a little extreme.

Yeah? You didn't see the body.

I gotta play with Tiger. Do you think
Tiger would up for a little night putting?

It was pure carnage, man.

Yeah, well, the blood lust can be
pretty heavy when you're first turned.

And you can really lose it.

I know I did. Damn,
those were good times.

You know...

a newly turned vampire
is like a feral kitten.

If you don't socialize it, it's never
gonna be able to live with humans.

Well, if I were you, I'd
pay a visit to the Cleaner.

And she knows where all the
bodies are buried, so to speak.

I've never needed
the Cleaner's services.

However, a lot of vampires
don't share my moral code.

But if vampires and
humans are going to coexist...

she's necessary to
maintain the balance.

Mick St. John.

Don't tell me you
need a cleanup.

No.

What happened here?

Mr. Sloppy and Mr. Stupid
over there got carried away...

offed their midnight snack.

- These two?
- Accidents happen.

Everyone feels bad, but at
least they called for cleanup.

Yes?

Let's take a walk.

Anything unusual
about your recent calls?

We've been a little
busier than usual.

Couple of coeds on
the west side last week.

The week before that,
gangbanger in Torrance.

What about downtown,
First and Main?

Oh, yeah, last night.

That was a false alarm.

What do you mean, false alarm?

Vampire called about
an accidental kill.

I hauled my guys all the
way from the west side.

But when we got there,
no vampire, no kill.

I didn't even get
out of the car.

So did you get the name
of the vamp who called it in?

Come on, Mick.

You know how it is.
All calls are confidential.

That's why the system works.

Really? Because, uh,
they left this behind.

I'm gonna find him eventually.

The reason there was no body there
is because it got up and walked away.

A turning?

Gone rogue. If I
don't find this guy...

there's gonna be a lot more cleaning
up to do with no one to pick up the tab.

The vampire who called for
cleanup, his name's Gerald Stovsky.

You find this sire...

call me.

- Damn it, Josh. Don't sneak up on me.
- I didn't sneak.

- Why are you so jumpy?
- I'm not jumpy.

- Ow. What is this about?
- Oh, nothing. What time is it anyway?

Uh, it's late. And I know
you usually forget to eat...

so I picked up some
Chinese. Kung Pao, extra spicy.

- You're the best.
- Still don't know how you can eat that.

- Uh-oh. I know that look.
- No look.

It's just you've
been so busy, we...

We haven't talked
about what's going on.

What is going on?

Shooting a guy. PI buddy.
Your new obsession.

Look, I know the last couple
weeks have been crazy.

And I've been juggling
a lot with the new job.

But it has nothing
to do with you.

With us.

I promise.

I traced Stovsky...

to the Jet Propulsion
Laboratory in Pasadena.

It turned out he was a
vampire and a rocket scientist.

Hi.

Hi.

Yours?

My notes. Oh, thank
you. I thought I'd lost them.

- Corner of First and Main last night?
- Maybe. I go by there every night.

There you go. Were you alone?

Yes. You know, I think I've finally
gotten used to my solitary existence.

Other vampires seem to avoid
me, and my human colleagues are...

- Well, you know how that is.
- Right.

- Where were you coming from?
- The Empress Pavilion.

I love their barbecue pork buns.

- But we don't eat.
- I know.

But I sure used
to love those buns.

Anyway, last night, after your
pork bun, what did you eat?

And by "what," I mean "who"?

- What?
- I found your pad in a pool of blood.

And since you're a vampire, I
figured it's probably not a coincidence.

That wasn't my fault.

As I said, I was
just walking along...

when suddenly, out
of absolutely nowhere...

this car mows me over.

- So you attacked the driver?
- Oh, no, no, no. I was in no condition.

Fortunately, a Good
Samaritan came by.

- So you fed on him?
- Drained him, I'm afraid.

It was just an accident. I
don't ordinarily feed on humans.

I was just desperate, and I...

Look, I called the Cleaner
as soon as I got home.

She should've disposed
of the body, so...

Did you check if the guy was
dead before you left him there?

Yes, of course I checked.

I mean, he wasn't moving.
Why wouldn't he be dead, right?

You screwed up. Some of
your blood got into his system.

You didn't kill him, you turned him.
Then you left him there by himself...

not knowing what he was
and not knowing what to do.

- Now he's out there killing people.
- Oh, my. Oh, dear.

- What do you remember about him?
- Nothing much.

It all happened
so fast. It was dark.

Ah, yes. He said something
about being a, um...

A doctor. No. Yes,
a doctor. A doctor.

- A doctor?
- Yes.

Are you sure?

What the...?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Everything's gonna
be okay. I'm a doctor.

Again, the details are sketchy.

But the police appear to be
treating this as a homicide.

As of now, nobody knows who...

or what is responsible for the
bloody crimes of the past few days.

This is Beth
Turner for Buzzwire.

And we're out. Good job.

Think this is related
to the other murder?

There's only one
way to find out.

Watch these people over here.

So, what happened
to holding the story?

I did hold it. This is a
different crime scene.

Or are you telling me you think this is
related to the convenience-store murder?

- Initially, we thought this was a suicide.
- And now?

It was unlikely that he chewed out
his own throat before he took his leap.

Was his blood missing?

We still don't know
if this is a serial.

Don't you go giving
this psycho a nickname.

You name him, all the wack
jobs come out of the woodwork.

- People start panicking.
- Carl. Would I do that to you?

Yes, you would.

This is Beth
Turner for Buzzwire.

Watched your report.

- You don't know "what" did this?
- I didn't say "vampire."

- Came awfully close.
- By not saying it, I'm lying to people.

Well, keep it up.

Why do you think
you can't trust me?

I found the rogue vampire's blood
on the corner of First and Main.

Use your police contacts...

to see if anybody has filed any kind
of reports in the last couple of days.

You're a private investigator.
You don't have any contacts?

It takes time to develop
a contact. Years.

People age, I don't.

Cops, especially, tend to
pick up on those kind of details.

Kind of makes long-term
relationships with humans difficult.

First and Main? I'll
see what I can find out.

Part of me felt
bad for the rogue.

It's not easy being a newbie.

Trust me.

- There you are.
- Get away from me.

I know you're hurting. I
brought you something...

- that'll make you feel better.
- No. Take her away.

- You don't really want me to do that.
- Yes, I do.

Make it stop. Make
it stop, please.

I can't. It's done. And it's
gonna be so wonderful.

- You gotta kill me. I wanna die.
- No, you don't. You wanna live.

What in the world?

Jeff, what are
you doing in there?

I'm tired.

So tired.

Needed some sleep.

You were sleeping
in the refrigerator?

Cold.

- It's nice. Feels good.
- Where are your clothes?

I didn't need them in there.

Okay, honey. Come inside.

You've been under a lot of
stress taking on those extra shifts.

- You're just exhausted.
- Something's happening to me.

- Something that I don't understand.
- Jeff, please, honey.

Let me call the
hospital. You need help.

- You're sick.
- I'm not sick!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

I'm just so hungry.

I should be getting those police
reports, but there's no cell coverage here.

I'll try later.

Chip?

I got the ones without garlic.

I can eat garlic.

I mean, well, I
could if I ate food.

But I don't eat food.

- Just blood?
- Didn't we just cover that?

- Mm.
- Mm.

Can you fly?

Mm-hm. Just like Superman.

- Really?
- No.

Oh.

That'd be pretty cool,
though, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

So you know what you said
earlier? Vampires really don't age?

- Really don't.
- So how old are you?

- Not polite to ask people their age.
- That's just women.

I know you must be
older, but you look 30.

That's how old I was
when I was turned.

- So when I was 2...
- I looked 30.

When you're 82, I'm
still gonna look 30.

So how old are you really?

I'm gonna be 85 this November.

- Immortality looks pretty good to me.
- Not from where I'm sitting.

Here we go.

No police reports of a
hit-and-run on First and Main.

No 911 hits either.

Parking Enforcement towed an
abandoned car from that intersection...

registered to a Dr. Jeffrey
Pollock. 2810 Hillside.

And "wait in the car" means...?

Yeah, because that
worked out so well last time.

What's that smell?

Blood. Stay close.

Is she dead?

- Maybe she's not dead.
- She's dead.

- There's no heartbeat.
- You can tell that from here?

- Is she going to turn into a vampire too?
- No. He didn't turn her.

He just murdered her.

We need to figure
out where he's gone.

With every kill, Pollock
becomes more dangerous.

His blood lust
will only get worse.

It was his wife.

He killed his own wife.

They look so happy.

You must've had a normal life
before you became a vampire.

A job, friends, family.

I did.

Once I was turned, I became a
danger to them all. I had to give them up.

Were you married?

- Once.
- What happened?

She died.

- Did you try and turn her into a...?
- She's dead. Period.

Okay. Sorry.

You're not, trust me.

- He works at Sacred Angels Hospital.
- You think he'd feed on his patients?

New vampires crave blood. Where
better to find it than a hospital?

He's back.

- Stay here. Stay.
- Okay.

You didn't...?

It was her husband.
The vampire you turned.

Are you tracking him?

After you left, I realized I
had to make things right.

I had to take the poor
vampire under my tutelage.

Help him through the transition.

You're too late, Gerald.
He's out of control.

- No, he's just confused.
- He's not confused, he's feral.

He's killed three people
already. He has to be put down.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't completely
honest with you.

I did remember the
doctor's license plate.

I am good with
numbers, after all.

Please understand, I was
never able to sire before.

This mistake has given me
something I've never had.

A son.

A companion.

I won't let you
take him from me.

Mick? You still here?

Oh, my God.

Mick.

Oh.

Mick. Mick.

- Take it out.
- Oh, my God. You're alive.

- Wait, what'd you say?
- The stake, take it out.

Okay.

Maybe it's like glass.

- You're supposed to wait...
- Take it out.

Okay.

Ouch.

Thanks. I'll take that.

I thought stakes were
supposed to kill vampires.

No, they only paralyze us.

- Are you gonna be okay?
- I heal fast.

- Did Pollock do this to you?
- No. It was his sire.

We have to get to the hospital.

Pollock. You missed it, man. I
didn't know you were working tonight.

- Missed what?
- Car wreck.

Driver's radial
artery was severed.

Yeah, I mean, look at this.

I have never seen
that much blood.

- How much blood was there?
- What'd I just say? A lot.

Lucky guy. You were
probably playing golf.

I got a patient down in
304 I need to check up on.

- Can you cover the floor?
- Yeah, sure.

Dr. Pollock.

Do I know you?

We need to talk. It's important.

Can't right now. I'm on call.

Ma'am? Sir?

- Hey, you seen Dr. Pollock tonight?
- Yeah, he's up on 4.

You can't go up there.

- You're not my doctor.
- I'm covering for Dr. Duffy tonight.

I'm gonna need to
take a little blood.

- Doctor, I need to speak with you.
- Who are you?

- What do you want?
- I'm here to help you.

- I'm your friend.
- I don't need any friends.

Doctor, please.

I can't stop him. He's insane.

You created a killer
vampire and just left him?

What's wrong with you?

Gerald Stovsky.

We need to talk.

Hey.

Back away.

Now.

I can smell you.

You're like me.

- I'm nothing like you.
- Yeah, you are.

We're vampires, aren't we?

The strength, the
speed, the blood.

I figured it out.

- You need to come with me right now.
- I'm not going anywhere.

Can't you smell
how delicious it is?

- You don't have to kill to survive.
- I like killing.

Come on. I'll share. There's
enough blood here for both of us...

and they restock every day.

You can't feed here.

We have rules.

There are no rules.
I'm top of the food chain.

These are people.
They're human beings.

You used to be a human.

Remember?

Well, not anymore.

I understand now.

I'll stop killing.

I'll go back to my old life.

You can't. You destroyed it.

Mick. Some woman came
and took Gerald away.

Pollock? You found him?

- And staked him.
- Should we call the police?

Suggestions like that are
why you shouldn't be here.

You said a stake doesn't kill a
vampire, it only paralyzes him.

- What should we do?
- Not "we." Me.

You can't just kill him.

He's already dead.

- After all this?
- No, Beth, okay?

No.

The incinerator? Damn.

Remind me to never piss you off.

- I didn't have a choice.
- Well, like I'm judging you.

I would've done the same thing,
except I would've enjoyed it more.

Hm.

You know, after all these
years, I still don't understand you.

The bad guy was caught.
Justice was served.

- You're sitting there like someone died.
- Actually, four people died.

It was collateral damage
for a greater good.

I mean, Pollock was
a danger to all of us.

- Humans and vampires.
- I could've been like Pollock.

If Coraline had let me
go after she turned me.

If she hadn't taught me
how to survive as a vampire.

You're saying something
good about the ex?

No.

But you're still
thinking about her.

I'll tell you something I've
learned in my 400 years.

Two Buddhist monks
are walking down a road...

and they see a woman
trying to cross a stream.

The first monk picks
her up, carries her across.

She says thanks, and
they go their separate ways.

But the second
monk is spitting mad.

After a couple more miles, the second
monk speaks up, tells the first monk:

"You violated the
rules of our order...

when you carried that woman across
the stream." And the first monk replied:

"I may have carried
her across that stream...

but you've been
carrying her ever since."

I have?

Yeah. Stop carrying
Coraline around, Mick.

If you can't change the past...

then you can't let it stop
you from going forward.

I know.

I know.

When you're asleep, you
should be unconscious...

and not even know there
is anyone next to you.

But somehow you do.

More than ever.

- Hey.
- Mick.

- Do you wanna come in?
- No. I mean...

Um...

You wanna know how
I became a vampire?

Yes.

- Okay. I told you I was married, right?
- Uh-huh.

Well, she was a
vampire. I didn't know.

And on our wedding
night, she turned me.

I went to bed a happily married
man, and I woke up a monster.

- You're not a monster.
- Believe me, I was.

You must find it hard
to trust anyone now.

You asked me if I trusted you.

You're the first human
that I've told any of this to.

About who I am and what I am.

So, yeah.

I trust you.