Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 2, Episode 10 - Sleepers - full transcript

That doesn't look good.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Just stay here.

I think somebody just went over!

Honey, be careful!

Anybody in there?

Oh, God.

Call 911!
There's a dead guy down here!

What?

Sanctuary - Season 2 Episode 10
Sleepers (v. 1.00)

I pulled some strings with the cops.
If anyone asks, we're Feds.



- Any special unit?
- Narcotics.

Hold on a second, guys.

Though I doubt drugs has anything
to do with what's in this body bag.

- Don't you mean who?
- Not so much.

Dear God.

That's all that's left
of one Thomas Rayburn.

Sliced and diced.

His wife's body
was found over this way.

The wound pattern's
the same as her husband's.

The cuts are uneven,
some deep, some superficial.

The attack was fierce, frenzied.

Doesn't look like she had
much time to put up a fight.

Do you think we could spin this
as a wild animal attack?

I don't know. There's no tracks
around here, just footprints.



Okay, so the way I figure it,
husband and wife spot this wreck,

husband goes to investigate,

and when he doesn't come back,
wife follows.

It was her voice we heard
on the 911 call.

She said her husband
found a dead body.

Now, judging from the blood spatter,
I'm guessing major chest wound.

Steering column probably punched
right through the heart.

Death would be instantaneous.

So then where's the body?

You look like you've seen
a ghost, brother.

Did you get that link I emailed you
of the security camera footage

of that parking lot?

Yeah, I just finished watching it.
Is the killer who I think it is?

Henry's facial recognition software
caught a hit,

and I pulled a frame from the video.

Chad Spencer,
our missing car-crash victim.

24 years old
and clearly very much alive.

He's a trust-fund baby
on his fourth Ivy League tour.

Who walks away
from a crash like that?

Actually, what am I saying?
We know a lot of people who does that.

Why hasn't he been in touch
with his family or any of his friends?

He has.

This is Darrin Wilson,
the other guy in the footage.

Reported missing two days ago.

Darrin is Chad's roommate.

From another wealthy family,

and it's not a kidnapping.
There've been no ransom demands.

What've we got?

We got a dead man,
walks away from a crash,

becomes homicidal.

Run the data again. There's obviously
a common denominator we're overlooking.

See if anyone else has disappeared.

You know, this would be
a lot easier with Henry's help.

- He's unavailable.
- Why, again?

He's on a mission
of utmost importance.

I was sworn to absolute secrecy.

Wait a second.

San Diego Comic-Con?

That's the mission
of utmost importance?

You did not hear it from me.

Where's the Big Guy?

- He's with him?
- It's the place he actually blends in.

Great, so they're fan boys.

I'm working with fan boys...

Darrin!

What the hell?

I got your text.
Where have you been?

Don't worry about it.
It's all good.

Your parents have been calling me.
They're freaking out.

- I'm sure they have. Let's go.
- What are you doing?

Take it easy.

This is not...

Chad?

Holy crap.

It's nice to see you, too, Laura.

Okay, but I...

I went to your memorial service.

It's a shame I had to miss it.

I heard it was nice.

It was beautiful, buddy.

- You guys are really freaking me out.
- Just relax.

We're all friends here.

What the hell's going on?

That's what I wondered, too, at first,
but then I remembered that week

that we had spent
at that Mexican clinic.

And?

And...

I'm just saying...

Then it all made sense.

Oh, my God.

Welcome to the club.

Any luck so far?

Just had a report
of another missing kid.

And?

That common denominator
that Magnus was looking for...

You found it?

Out of sheer desperation,
I ran the names

through the North American
Security Institute.

You don't seriously think
they're terrorists?

No, but check this out.

The NASI also monitors
customs and immigration,

and it looks like all these missing kids
recently spent time in Mexico.

On vacation?

Just the opposite.

So they checked into a drug clinic,

very expensive, very exclusive.

Headed by the noted Viennese scientist
doctor Heinrich Baumschlager.

Never heard of him.

The place is called
La casa de la nueva vida.

The house of new life,

and it appears to be
living up to its name.

I'll tell Dr. Baumschlager
you're here.

Thank you.

Gracias.

Plastic.

Why do I get the feeling we're gonna
sit through a timeshare pitch?

Because there's something a tad dodgy
about all of this.

The crash forensics came up zilch.

Right now we have nothing.

None of this makes any sense.

El doctor will see you now.

On the contrary,
now it makes perfect sense.

Hola, amigos!

And right over here,

we have our friendship Lanai.

It's a small, intimate
space for sharing...

Nikola, we're not here for the tour.

I notice you do seem a bit on edge.

Might I suggest
one of our green-tea detox massages?

It makes you feel 100 again.

We know what's going on here.

And I don't like
the tone of your voice.

And we don't like
being lied to, so...

Why are you people always so ready
to think the worst of me?

You've seen
my facilities for yourself.

You don't honestly expect us to believe
that you are running a detox clinic?

You're...

You're not exactly
the philanthropic type.

I never said I wasn't making a profit,
but in return,

I provide a public service.

I'm waiting.

Wealthy parents
ship their drug-addled teenagers to me.

They arrive,
their poor little bodies wracked

by the best designer drugs
trust funds can buy.

It breaks your heart,

but then after one week
of my treatment,

I send them home to mater and pater
completely cured of all addictions.

One week?
That's impossible.

Which part of "I'm a genius"
aren't you getting?

- Less ego, more facts, please.
- All right.

Do you remember that weapon I invented
to combat the Cabal's super abnormals?

Yes, all too well.

This may go over your head.
Just try to play along.

Suffice it to say,

I redesigned the biotechnology core,
creating a blood matrix scrubber

- with selective protein inhibitors...
- Enough!

Whatever you've done
to these young people,

- they're disappearing.
- As in...

Something's killing them
and stealing their bodies.

You don't say.

Come on, out with it.

I want to hear you say the words.

All right.

I may have...

- sort of...
- Spill it, Nikola.

... turned them into vampires.

Amazing.

Solid.

Admittedly, I was too impatient
with my previous experiments.

They were... imperfect.

- They were homicidal.
- Semantics.

- This time, it's different.
- How?

You would used your own blood.

Yes, but I programmed
the little tykes' DNA

for a time release
of the vampire gene...

30 years minimum
for the metamorphosis to complete.

Time release?

We're talking about ancient vampire
blood. It's not cold medication.

Same principle, Junior.

I thought that if I slowed down
the genetic mutation,

I'd sidestep the antibody rejection
which was plaguing my former subjects.

- Clearly, something went wrong.
- Clearly.

How many subjects
did you treat here?

Oh, man...

Enough to raise a little hell.

I can smell your blood.

You want to taste me?

Yummy...

You gotta see this, man.

- Now is not a good time.
- Would you hear me out, please?

I hired this hacker to break through
Dr. Frankenstein's firewalls, right,

and most of what we found
were medical journals,

records of his experiments,
that kind of stuff,

but then I also found this.

What is it?

It's a history of vampires, Laura,
but nothing like I've ever heard before.

What does it say?

"Vampires were once the best
and brightest race

"on the planet.

"So many of the great minds
were bloodsuckers."

The humans bowed down to us?

We were immortals?

Kings.

King of the world.

I like the sound of that.

So do I.

I think it's time
to rebuild the empire.

I don't know. I don't get it.
I adhered to all the protocols.

Have a look for yourself.

And yet the incubation period
was drastically truncated.

Instant vampires.

Maybe there's some sort of
environmental variable

I didn't take into account.

What, like weather,
or diet, lifestyle?

Death.

Death?

Death would be the last thing
that an immortal would think of.

- This first kid died in a car accident.
- And showed up two days later, alive.

Chad Spencer.

I remember him.
Alpha-male type.

If a human, having undergone
your treatment, dies...

The vampire gene would kick in.

It was programmed to survive
at all costs.

Okay, so Chad comes back to life,
starts rounding up the other patients.

And killing them, thereby triggering
their vampire genetics.

The little bastard.

This was supposed to be my party!

Nobody hijacks Nikola Tesla!

You guys must be high.

Are you using again?

We are clean, my friend.

What's with the eyes?

- They don't do that on True Blood.
- Look, this isn't a TV show.

This is real.

So, what do you think?

Are you in?

I don't know.

I didn't get to do spring break
at the clinic like you guys did.

Now's your chance.

Be part of the group.
That is, of course, if you're up for it.

Immortality?

You're serious?

I'm very serious...

But you better be sure about it,

because there's no going back.

What do I need to do?

You just leave everything to me.

What's going on?
Why isn't he coming back to life?

- Not cool.
- Oh, my God.

I killed him.

- What the hell happened?
- No, I really killed him.

- It's not your fault, okay?
- What do you mean it's not my fault?

I bit him on the neck
and now he's dead!

- It's not supposed to happen like this.
- I don't get it.

Everyone knows
that's how you make more vampires.

Yeah, well, clearly they're wrong.

Clearly, Chad.

You know, for the superior race,
we're not doing so hot.

- So, what do you want to do now?
- This is ridiculous.

Why are we trying
to figure this out on our own?

- We know exactly who did this to us.
- That doctor in Mexico.

That's exactly
where we're gonna find the answers.

I'm starting to get
a bad feeling about all this.

Are you gonna bail
because of one screw-up?

That's what you call dead Steve?

Come on, man, okay?

That quack down south
did this to us,

but we have a chance now
to take our power back.

If we nail this...

There isn't anybody on Earth
that can push us around anymore.

- We're good.
- What about you?

You gonna be okay?

I've never killed anything
in my life,

so how can I feel so sad,

and at the same time, so...

hungry?

We are what we are.

Hey there.

How are things in the land
of the 65-cent margarita?

Well, the phrase
"Bloody awful" comes to mind.

We're on our way back.

In the meantime,
I've emailed you a list of patients

who spent time at the clinic.
Find out all you can about them.

Okay. Am I looking for anything
in particular?

Vampires.

Come again?

Yeah, it seems Nikola's
been up to his usual selfish tricks.

- I'm selfish?
- Shocking, I know.

Because I tried to save my race
from extinction?

Because you used innocent children
in a potentially deadly experiment.

- There was that.
- Professional jealousy.

You've no idea
what you've unleashed!

Let me guess.

This must be your graduating class.

Incredible...

It worked.

You're coming with us.

But you didn't even say please.

What are you doing?

Crude, yet magnificent.

Dammit!

It's an honor to welcome
the source of our greatness.

You're like our own personal Obama.

What the hell are you playing at?

This isn't a game, okay?
We both know that.

Don't read me the rule book, sonny.

I wrote it.

What's your problem?

This was your idea, remember?

The spontaneous generation
of vampires

decades ahead of schedule
was not my idea.

I had a plan,

an intricate, ingenious design,
and, strange as it may sound,

it did not involve you blowing away
your friends and taking over.

Do you have any idea
what you've become?

That's why you're here,
to fill in the gaps for us.

Sanguine Vampirus.

The preeminent race on the planet.

Born for greatness,

bred to rule.

Kings and pharaohs.

There was a time when we sighed,

and the world trembled.

We know.
We read your journal.

Let's just cut to the chase, okay?

You chose us
not because of who we are,

- but because of who we'll become.
- How astute.

Our parents have
more money than God,

and they hold positions of power
and influence all over this world.

And in a few decades' time,
you would have stepped into their shoes,

creating a new ruling class,
returning us to the old ways.

So let's bring it on.

Now!

And if anyone stands in our way,

they'll die.

Nice.

All the subtlety of brain surgery
with a chainsaw.

But why wait?

We're here right now.

And you think
that your 24 years' experience

has prepped you
for ruling the Earth?

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying you'll blow it.

You've turned what was supposed
to be a symphony into rock and roll!

French-Canadian rock and roll.

I was hoping
you'd be a little bit more cooperative.

Life's a bitch,
and then you don't die.

What, we're gonna do this old-school?
Is that it?

You're not facing Magnus.
This is me.

Bring it on, kiddies.

I hate them.

I hate them...

Let's talk.

You know, I almost broke a nail
on the way down.

This should counteract the sedative
we gave her during transport.

Just tell me
the straps are gona hold.

Titanium webbing, vampire-proof.

Rise and shine.

Where am I?

- I'll be asking the questions now.
- And who the hell are you?

Where have your friends
taken Nikola?

Dr. Baumschlager?

Wouldn't you like to know?

I don't have time to play games.

Chad's not gonna be cool with this.

If he finds out where you're holding me,
he's gonna whip some serious

vamp action on your ass.

You have no idea what you've become.

Insolence will only
make things worse.

Why don't you bite me, bitch?

Why don't you go get an Earl Grey
and let me take a shot?

Hey, cute boy.

This is unconscionable,
even by my standards.

I wanted to do it the easy way,

- but you forced my hand.
- So you steal my equipment,

my research, my blood?

- Hey, Biff!
- Darrin.

Whatever.

Take it easy with the centrifuge.
It's not a toy.

- I'm just following your notes.
- It's not paint by numbers.

It's a highly sophisticated
biochemical process.

Does this chump even know
what he's doing?

Looking through your data,
I saw that you were able to create

a single strand of recombinant DNA
based on your vampiric genetic pattern,

then using a restriction endonuclease,
you were able to cleave the DNA strands

onto chromosomes number four,
seven, and eight sequentially,

then reintroduced this third strand back
to the separated double-helix matrix

and spliced it in,
which, of course, ultimately created

a stronger, super-triple DNA helix
within these chromosomes.

Darrin was pre-med.

Was?

Dropped out.

Why?

I don't know, the parties were lame?

Look, you know that we're only
trying to help you, right?

Who's your cute little friend
in the thrift-store wardrobe?

We're cool, right?

Right?

I get it. You were brought
to that clinic under false pretences,

and you were experimented on
without your consent...

I checked in a meth-head.

I checked out a vampire.

Bonus.

If you tell us
where the others have taken Tesla,

we might be able
to reverse the process.

That's your pitch?

Rat out up my friends,
I get to go back to being an addict?

I'm not telling you anything,

and you can't make me.

Have it your way.

Kill her.

About time.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

I'll just heal again.
I'm immortal.

If this gun was loaded
with regular bullets,

you'd be right,

but these, sweetheart,
are solid silver,

blessed by a priest
with holy water from the Vatican.

Yeah, only us sanctified
monster hunters get 'em.

I pump just one of these babies
into your heart...

And wham!

We found out
where they're holding Tesla.

Oh, good. So the psychological
approach worked?

I had my doubts.

But, hey, result.

Did you find anything interesting
in Laura's blood?

Perhaps.

Her mutated DNA
shows a triple helix.

Translation, please?

If I can find a way
to break the peptide bond,

I might be able to detach the 3rd strand
and undo Nikola's handiwork.

Tesla said he used the biotech developed
for the super abnormal weapon.

- We can adapt it in some way?
- Without Nikola's research,

I'd be flying blind.
We can't take that risk.

But you may be able
to reverse the process.

"May" being the operative word.

Nikola's really done it this time.

His creations are better, stronger,
even deadlier than he is.

Conventional means of control
are no longer sufficient.

What if we can't put the genie
back in the bottle?

These people know what they are,
and now they have Nikola.

Wait, you think they're gonna start
pumping out vampires?

I do,

and unless we find a way
to stop them immediately,

we could be looking
at a full resurrection

of the deadliest race of abnormals
ever to roam the Earth.

I know how Nikola thinks.

He would never create something
that he couldn't destroy, or control.

So you're saying
there's a failsafe somewhere?

Like a kill-switch
that'll un-vamp the vamps?

It makes sense.
He'd never let his work get compromised.

- Right, but what is it?
- Where is it?

Didn't Tesla say the timeline
for the vampires was 30 years?

So he'd have to have hidden it somewhere
that would still be around then.

Right, someplace solid, secure,
like a... bank.

Or a vault.

A Sanctuary.

Dammit, that was the last Borges,
and I was positive.

Nikola so loves Jorge's
"A new refutation of time".

What about Trollope?

No, it's not his taste.

Try Whitman.

He went through a free-verse phase
for a while.

So that's Curie, Einstein,
and Hawking down.

- Nothing?
- No.

No hollowed-out compartments,
no hidden failsafe schematics,

just a bunch of wine stains
on the first editions.

Looks like fang-boy's a real slob.

Not to be a Debbie Downer,
but isn't this one hell of a long shot?

And the alternative?

- I don't know.
- Exactly. Keep looking.

- Over here.
- What did you find?

It's what I didn't find.

Dust.

Squeaky clean.

The '45 Bordeaux.
Bastard.

That was a gift from Winston.

Churchill.

D-Day.

Long story.

Either that's a lot of sediment,
or...

Yeah, baby.

Great.

What is it?

Must be some kind of weapon,
knowing Nikola.

- So how do we figure out how to use it?
- Well, that's quite simple.

We ask the inventor.

Look, I know that you're pissed
that we messed up your plan,

but you gotta give us some credit.

You know, thanks to what we've learned
from your blood sample, it...

It looks like
we've cracked the code.

Well, forgive me if I don't applaud.

You know,
by duplicating your experiment,

I could turn anyone I want
into a vampire.

- Unstoppable army, anyone?
- God help us all.

I don't get you.

Isn't this what you wanted,

the preeminent race reborn?

On my terms, not yours.

See, kid, you've stolen
my life's work,

and you've destroyed my dream,

but really, what's worse
than all that, you little punk,

is the arrogance to presume that
you even have a clue what you're doing.

You still don't get it, huh, gramps?

- We are your dream.
- No, you're my nightmare.

You know,

I really wanted us to work together.

I did.

You'd be my mentor,

teach us the ways of the race,

but all you wanna do
is bitch and moan.

You know,

you're just like my dad,

my coaches, and my profs.

There's no sense of possibility.

You may be immortal,

but you died a long time ago.

Do you have any idea
who you're talking to here?

Right, the...

The king of vampires.

You're nothing
but a giant pain in the ass.

I'll see you next century.

What do you want?

I mean, clearly, you're the man
with the plan, so...

You call this a plan?

Whatever happened to the good old
stake through the heart?

Doesn't work.

What about all those movies
like Buffy or...?

Misinformation propaganda,

spread by the vampires themselves.

Confuse the enemy,
preserve the race.

What about exposing them
to sunlight, or garlic?

All you get is tanned vampires
with bad breath.

Besides, we don't want to kill them.
We want to help them.

No, I'm thinking kill them.

Trust-fund vampires?
I'm thinking she's right.

Granted, but it wasn't their choice.

They may be rich,
spoiled, insolent children,

but that doesn't mean
we shouldn't save them.

That's a terrible sales pitch.

So it's just us against a bunch
of badass blood-sucking immortals, huh?

It's a good thing
we have our magic glass stick

that we don't know how to use,
otherwise, I would be worried.

All right.

You ever done this move before?

Are you kidding?

I invented it.

Bram Stoker?

Alcoholic irish hack.

Bats, indeed.

Struggle, and he'll break your arms.

Look what we found.

Well, well, well,
the appetizers have arrived.

This is the last time
I come to your rescue.

I'm sorry to say that's true.

Tie them up.

And no feeding until I say.

It's good to be king again.

If we ever get out of this alive,
I'll kill him.

- Me first.
- Both of you, back of the line.

Well, it's about time!

- Before you thank me...
- Thank you?

You're welcome.
I just saved all of your lives.

Really?
You expect us to believe that?

What, you didn't believe
that little display out there, did you?

No, that was just melodrama
for the peanut gallery.

Well, then, let's end
this stupidity right now.

Yeah, untie us.

What is it with kids these days?

All right, where is it?

My failsafe? The '45 Bordeaux,
tell me you brought it.

You were taking an awful chance
that we'd actually find it.

Yes, but, Helen, we've known each other
for 100-plus years.

I think I know your mind by now.

Left side.

I've often wondered
what this moment would be like.

Me...

You tied up.

It's a shame
you brought the children.

Focus, Nikola.

Okay, so what is that thing?

I call it...

The de-vamper!

You're a genius, and that is
the best name you could come up with?

Watch it.

If this is some sort of weapon,
what's its power source?

You're looking at him.

Fascinating.

Now untie us.

You're safer tied up here.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna teach those kids
some manners.

Oh, dear.

I think Nikola's about to bite off
more than he can chew.

You know, you have such command

of the Queen's English.

This thing works like a charm.

What happened?

You're fired.

This is driving me nuts.

Okay, look, why don't you...

- Why don't you try to reach...
- Don't.

Just reach down...
Can you... Can you feel it?

Oh, crap.

I'm trying.

Faster is better.

Well done.

So, any time.

Right.

Unnecessary, but appreciated.

You're welcome.

- What the hell did you do to me?
- You'll thank me in the morning.

Sit! Stay!

You should have stayed
in med school.

- Nicely done.
- It's all in the wrist action.

- Toss it over or I'll kill her.
- Not that old chestnut.

- Put it down.
- Trust me, this will all end in tears.

Do it!

I'm famished.
You think you could light the barbecue?

Doubtful. They're only tranqs.

Pity. Perhaps I could help?

How very gracious of you.

- Magnus, shoot him!
- Shut up.

Listen to me.
I'll slice her, man.

Chad, my man, my bro.

We can work this out.

- It's not too late to hit rewind.
- Don't mess with me.

I'm sensing there's some anger here.

We were gonna rule
the world together, huh?

See, the thing is,

I'm more of a one-man show.

So this was all some sort of set-up?

Well, what can I say?
Never trust anyone over 130.

You little...

I can't...

I can't...

I can't...

Well, I hope you're all happy now.

I'm ordinary.

Hey, there you are.
I was looking for you.

I'm sorry, Will.

You must be holding dinner for me.

Yeah, except it's 10:00.

You've been in here for six hours.

Have you gotten anywhere, at least?

I'm afraid not.

I've been trying to splice together
Nikola's normal DNA

with the abnormal strands
from Laura.

But it's not working.

Can't you use his research to help?

I have been.

His cells are rejecting
the synthetic vector he created.

Quite simply, there's no way to reverse
the effects of his de-vamper,

speaking of which...

He's in the lab with Laura.

He's trying to cobble together
an energy source with enough juice

to power the de-vamper,
now that he can't do it himself.

And I'm guessing he figured it out.

Well, I guess I better
break the news to him.

- Could you send him to my office?
- Yeah, sure.

Are you okay?

This really bothers you, the fact
that you can't get his powers back?

- It's not that.
- Well, I should hope not.

I mean, the guy's been a thorn
in your side for what, a century?

Why are you working so hard
to turn him back into a vampire?

Nostalgia, perhaps?

With Watson and Griffin dying,
John's departure, and now Nikola...

You're the last of the Five.

- So?
- Yes, it's done.

Laura is back to her snivelling,

spoiled self.

This may cheer you up.

The Premier Cru?
You must be feeling guilty.

- You can't seriously blame me for this?
- Forgive me, Helen.

It's just my soul-crushing
depression talking.

I'm not myself.

On the contrary.
You are your real self again.

Human.

- Mortal.
- Watch your language.

I'm sorry, Nikola, but it's true.
I've tried everything I can think of.

There's simply no way
to re-vamp you.

You see how this puts a crimp
in my plans for world domination?

Not to say I won't keep trying.

I would expect nothing less.

Very well. If this is to be a wake,
then let's do it properly.

Join me in a toast.

To happier times.

To those halcyon days
of bloodlust now gone,

plus you gotta admit,
vampires are just plain cool.

Amen.

Here's to the glorious vampire race,
once mighty, now extinct.

Well...

I can work with that.