"Blood Money", written by Jason Brett transcribed by Allison Sabo with assistance from Sarah Welsh character abbreviations (in order of appearance): C = Charles Du Champs; H = Sean Du Champs; S = Schanke; N = Nick; O = Officer (generic); M = Man (generic); B = Bouncer; W = George Walken; K = Jenkins; Co = Cohen; LC = Lacroix; J = Janette; Nat = Natalie; F = Feliks Twist notes: >Flashbacks are indicated by: **flashback** >Scene changes are indicated by: --------------- >All scene description/movement of characters is enclosed in (* *) >All descriptions of actual lines is enclosed in ( ), ex. (to Nick) >Comment/corrections/suggestions requested >All uncertain/indecipherable lines will be followed by (?) And now, the episode: =================================================== (*Charles Du Champs sits at his desk. Sean stands across from him by the mantle of a fireplace; finishes the drink in his hand*) C: How dare you jeopardize the reputation of this firm. Three hundred and fifty years of discretion and trust threatened by the reckless actions of my own son. H: I need a loan, father, not a lecture. C: What kind of trouble are you in? (*Sean walks over to a small table, pours himself another drink*) H: I told you, it's nothing. Some margin calls. I'm hardly the first to misread the market. C: One million dollars is not a misread, it's a debacle. (*stands up behind his desk*) You've lost control. You've become a liability to this company, as well as to yourself. H: (*downs drink*) So what are you saying, I'm fired? C: I'm saying that I want you to get help. H: (*walks over to stand in front of the desk*) Look, I'll sign a promissory note. Two points over prime - you can deduct it from my fees, and I'll, uh, make a balloon payment in five years. C: Don't bargain with me, son. I'm not the devil. H: Then help me. C: I am. The only way I know how. (*Later. Cuts between two scenes repeatedly. Sean is at a flashy nightclub, obviously high on something, dancing with several women, drinking from a champagne bottle. At one point, he stumbles and falls at the base of a raised platform with a dancer on top. He looks up, then climbs to the top to dance with the girl. He copies the dancer's movements, then holds his arms up, like he was basking in the glory, and falls face forward off the platform. Meanwhile, Charles Du Champs is seen leaving his office, walking to his car. As he approaches it, a black car is seen driving away from the parking space next to his car. He gets into the car, and as he turns the key to start the car, the car explodes, corresponding with Sean's fall from the platform. Sean ends up rolling onto his back, dazed, and accepts another bottle of champagne that some woman offers him.*) -------------------------------- (*Schanke comes out of a building (?), passing by a door that says "Dime Variety", and has ads for the lottery and fresh coffee. He walks up to Nick's car, and leans in the open passenger window.*) S: Nick, give me a loony. N: A dollar? What for? S: I'm gonna make you a wealthy man. N: Aha. S: I just had a vision. I saw the winning lottery number. N: Yeah, and I just saw Elvis coming out of a doughnut shop. S: Young Elvis or old Elvis? Very funny. But don't go pleading poverty on me when I'm sitting on 15 million big ones and you can't eke a vacation out of cop pay. N: Fair enough. S: So, give me a loony. N: Neither a lender nor a borrower be, Schank. S: I'm asking you for a buck, not a kidney. (*over the police radio*) 81 Kilo, 81 Kilo. Car bombing, 415 York St. Copy? N: (*Schanke gets in the car*) 81 Kilo, copy. (*drive off (license plate of Nick's car: 35H MV6)*) -------------------------------- (*At the car, with emergency equipment and police everywhere. Nick walks up to the car. An officer walks up, hands him the license plate*) O: Name plate says "DUCHAMPS". N: Thanks. -------------------------------- **flashback** (*Charles and Nick sitting across from each other, playing a game of chess*) C: $40 million is an extraordinary sum of money. Philanthropy of such magnitude defies anonymity. Do you really want to risk making all these contributions in the same year? N: Yes. These charities make a real difference. They depend on the money. C: That's going to take a fair degree of finagling on my part. And even then, I can't assure you that I can keep your identity a secret. N: Well, finagle all you have to, Charles. That's why I pay you. C: I've known you for nearly half a century, Nicholas. I know you as a man of honor and probity. And yet, I've always had this feeling that there's some dark secret behind your fortune. N: A dark secret. Now why would you say that, Charles? C: You regard your money more as a curse than a boon. As if it were tainted somehow. (*pauses, waiting for Nick's response*) N: Your move, Charles. -------------------------------- (*Schanke walks up to Nick at the scene of the explosion*) S: Minister of Transport says the car was registered to a Charles- N: Du Champs. It was on the parking platt. S: Oh, must have missed it. (*watches the men roll the body away in a body bag*) What a mess. (*sniffs*) Enough C4 here to launch a rocket. I feel sorry for whoever's got to identify the parts-which reminds me. The victim had a son. N: Sean. -------------------------------- (*Sean at some establishment (Paparazzi), smoking and shooting craps. He shakes the dice, closes his fist on them*) H: Four the hard way. (*kisses the fist with the dice, shoots*) (slurring) Come on. (*loses?*) Give me another twenty five. (*craps dealer rakes in the chips and dice, looks over at a man in a tuxedo standing at the table, turns his hand palm up and lifts it as if asking "what now?"; no one says anything*) Come on, hear it, let's hear it. Twenty five more. (*Man walks over to Sean*) Tuxedo, Brad? M: I don't believe in fashion. (*walks on to stand next to the dealer*) H: I don't care what Mr. Walken says, you know, just give me another marker. -------------------------------- (*Nick and Schanke pull up outside of Paparazzi, get out of the car. Nick offers the car to the valet.*) -------------------------------- (*back at the craps table*) H: (*shoots again*) Come on! (*his face falls, apparently he lost*) That don't matter, there's more where that came from. -------------------------------- (*Schanke and Nick make their way through the crowd at the door to the bouncer, wearing a headset, with Schanke's badge showing*) S: Ahh, out of the way, Bluto. (*no response from the bouncer*) N: (*flashes his badge*) Metro Homicide, we're looking for Sean Du Champs? B: (into headset) Mr. Walken, there are two cops here to see Mr. Du Champs. (*cut to shot of Mr. Walken, sitting at his desk, with another man who puts down a note of some sort*) W: (to the man with him) Tell him he's exceeded his limit. And let him know that there are two police detectives here to see him (*man leaves; Mr. Walken presses the intercom button*) (to the bouncer) Extend my warmest greetings to our city's finest, Luke, and let them know Mr. Du Champs will be joining them shortly. -------------------------------- (*Sean opens the body bag in the coroner's office, looks inside, then backs up and turns away*) H: That's him. -------------------------------- (*Schanke, Nick, and Sean in the interrogation room. Sean sits in a chair, Schanke sits on the edge of the table, while Nick stands against the wall*) S: Okay, did you father have any enemies, any hostile competitors, any disgruntled clients? H: The Maison Du Champs' clients are among the wealthiest people in the world, Detective. Things like this just don't happen in our business. S: Oh yeah? I've got a flash for you, kid. I've seen money make even the most wealthy do the most disgusting things. Guess you can never have enough, know what I mean? (*knock on the door. Schanke walks over and opens it. Jenkins is in the door*) K: His limo's here. S: His limo? K: Yeah, and the captain wants to see you in her office. (*Schanke and Jenkins look over at Nick, who's watching the discussion*) (laughs) That's the both of you. (*leaves*) N: Okay, Sean, we'll be in touch. (*Sean stands up*) And...my condolences. H: Detective, our business relies on confidentiality, so if you could just...(*runs his finger across his closed lips*) S: Listen, kid. We're trying to find the guy who murdered your father. Now if that means we have to dig into every single account, I'm sure you'll understand, right? N: (to Sean) Don't worry. These things are done in a professional manner. (*Sean clears his throat at Schanke, walks out of the door, looks over his shoulder at them one last time, then leaves*) S: (*laughs, shakes his head*) The little-- N: Schank? You're leaning on him pretty hard. The kid just lost his father. S: Is that so? Well, the little ingrate seemed a hell of a lot more concerned about the damn business, than about who launched daddy dearest sky high. (*turns and walks out of the room*) -------------------------------- (*Cohen's office, with Cohen sitting at her desk, Nick and Schanke standing opposite her*) Co: And? S: Junior did it. Co: Did he confess? S: Come on, the old man controlled millions, on and off the books. Now a savvy kid like Sean Du Champs could figure out a way of putting his grubby mitts on the cash. Problem is, the old man's in the way. Solution? (*makes motion of detonating dynamite*) BOOM! Now I say we're looking at a classic case of blood money. -------------------------------- **flashback** (*Lacroix and Janette in a courtyard, next to a well. A (dead) victim laying on the wall of the well.*) LC: The quality of our prey has been reduced...to this. (*Janette and Lacroix dump the victim into the well, Lacroix picks up his hat from the well wall, tosses it in, too, while Janette sighs and wipes the corners of her mouth*) We must leave this region now. J: But what about Nicholah's business? LC: Whatever business it is, we can be certain that it is pure folly. And that will only bring us trouble. (*Janette sighs, turns her head with Lacroix at a noise. They move into a shadowed doorway*) (*Nick and a man come in, with Nick carrying a bag, and the man carrying a small chest*) N: (out of breath) I think we'll be safe here 'til the king's guards pass. (*Janette and Lacroix move out of the doorway*) M: Who's that? N: Allies. Show them the prize. M: Look. (*opens the chest, which is filled with gold coins*) A king's ransom. The Dauphin thought himself so clever in orchestrating his own abduction, and to be sure, the king paid a mighty sum for the return of his first-born son. But the Dauphin had not considered that in myself and my young apprentice here (*looks at Nick*), he had accomplices even greedier than he. J: So you stole the ransom, and you killed the Dauphin? M: Of course we killed him. The ungrateful wretch had it coming to him. Imagine, swindling the king, his father, like that? Shameful behavior, shameful. J: But surely the king's guards will stop at nothing to catch you? M: Well, everyone has his price. (*Nick draws his sword, lays it against the man's chest*) N: And yours, sir, is your life. (*Lacroix looks on, perhaps in interest; Janette looks amused*) N: (*backs away, sword out, ready to fight*) There is no honor among thieves. LC: Be careful, Nicholas, blood money brings only misfortune. (*man draws his sword*) N: Oh, Lacroix. Where's your sense of adventure? (*Lacroix and Janette retreat to the doorway to watch the sword fight. The man attacks first, and Nick counters, gets him off balance, then retreats halfway up a set of stairs leading to a balcony. The man follows, passes him on the steps, and the fight leads to the balcony, where the man kicks Nick to the floor when Nick ducks to avoid a swing of the sword. The man jumps over the railing to the ground, turns back to the balcony, and Nick is gone. Nick lays his sword against the man's shoulder from behind, where he's standing on the wall of the well. The man turns around, they fighton the wall a bit, hop down. After a little bit more, the man manages to knock Nick's sword out of the way, and stabs him with his sword. Janette says/mouths "Oh", and shares a little look with Lacroix, who rolls his eyes, as Nick sinks to his knees.*) -------------------------------- (*back in Cohen's office*) Co: Detective Knight? You've been quiet tonight. What do you think? N: Well, I think Schanke's right. Sean Du Champs is a savvy kid, which is why I don't think he killed his father. A bomb attracts attention. If you were going to kill for an inheritance, you'd make it look like an accident, not something that invites investigation. Co: Possibly. But we're gonna turn that foundation upside down, one account at a time. -------------------------------- (*See Nick by the fire, burning papers on Maison Du Champs stationery. First sheet says "The Nicholas de Brabant Foundation". The second one says "Listing of Assets held in trust". The last page gives the total: $478,000,000.00 Nick looks worried, leans over to hold his head in his hand*) ============================= (end part one -- commercial) ============================= ================================= Blood Money, transcript, part two ================================= (*Nick, in his car, watches Sean go into the office building of Maison Du Champs, then he drives to the Raven*) (*Janette and Nick walking through the club*) J: It's a new club -- overcrowded, overpriced, overrated. I don't think Paparazzi's going to last very long. N: What do you know about the owner? J: George Walken? Well, let's just say that for a man of such exquisite taste, it's a shame that he sullied himself in such a sordid enterprise. N: Like? J: The usual. N: Gambling and drugs? J: (non-committedly) Mmmm....? N: Why so coy? J: Why so interested? N: The man, killed in the car bombing. J: The one in the paper today? The financial advisor? N: Charles Du Champs. He was an old and trusted friend. J: What did you trust him with? N: Everything. And he's handled all the assets of the foundational trust for the past fifty years now. J: Your "blood money", as Lacroix called it. The scrutiny of something like this could put our community at great risk. N: I've thought of that. Charles Du Champs had a son. J: Sean. Yes, he used to come in here. Very lost and empty young man. He spends his money at Paparazzi now. N: Is he capable of murder? J: Aren't we all? Do you think he killed his father? N: I don't think so. But he's in trouble, which concerns me, because he worked with his father, and has access to a lot of capital. J: Hmmm, trouble and money. It's a very dangerous combination. Cover your assets (*leans up and kisses Nick's lips*), mon amour. -------------------------------- (*Sean sits typing at a computer terminal. He pulls a little folded up piece of paper out of his shirt pocket, unfolds it, and places it on the top of the monitor where he can see it.*) -------------------------------- (*Coroner's office; Natalie stands next to Nick as he looks through a microscope*) Nat: The victim's body was riddled with fragments like that. N: Looks like a piece of an electronic relay. Nat: Very good, but since when did Jaguar start using Japanese parts? N: (*looks up*) What do you mean? Nat: Check out the left-hand corner, next to the scorch mark. N: (*looks through the microscope again*) Oh, the Tai Chiwa. Japanese industrial coding. (*looks up*) Well, he could have upgraded his stereo. Nat: Not unless he was sitting on it -- I pulled that out of his left buttock. -------------------------------- (*at the precinct, Jenkins backs up away from Schanke as he advances on her, holding her hands up in front to ward him off*) K: (*keeps saying "No" until she backs up as far as she can go*) No! S: Listen to me! I saw the winning numbers, they floated into my mind like a vision. K: Uh uh. I don't think so, Schanke. S: Oh, come on. Why not? K: Because of the last time you suckered me into something like this. S: Last time? K: That sure bet at the racetrack? You remember, the horse that refused to leave the gate? S: Just had nerves. By the time she started going, though, she set a track record. K: So what? The race was over! S: It's a moot point. (*Jenkins groans and walks away. Schanke walks up to two other officers*) Melvoyne, Lang, you guys want a little piece of this, huh? (*the two turn away from Schanke*) Why is everybody so tight with a buck? Co: (calls from across the room) Schanke! In my office! -------------------------------- (*in Cohen's office*) Co: Shall not engage in, nor solicit, nor encourage contributions, wagers, bets, or gambling of any kind, pursuant to section A of city bylaw 45993. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Detective Schanke? S: Well, uh... (*stalling for time, when Nick walks up to the door, knocks, then comes into the office*) I'm glad Nick's here. N: Uh, I've got a signature on the bomber. Japanese relay from a garage door opener. S: Remote detonator. Sounds like "Plastik Polchuk". Co: I thought he was in Millhaven. N: Paroled three weeks ago. Co: Where is he now? N: Well, I've got Ministry of Corrections working on it. S: Why don't you call your buddy Sean Du Champs? Maybe he dropped off his garage door opener at Polchuk's. N: (to Cohen) Investigators come up with anything in the audit? Co: No irregularities. S: Yet. Co: All right. Follow up on Polchuk, and check with Bomb and Arson. See if they have anybody else in their files with similar MO's. (*Nick leaves the office, Schanke turns to follow him*) And Schanke? (*Schanke turns back around. Cohen gives him a disapproving look*) S: Yeah. (*walks out of the office*) -------------------------------- (*Sean is at a printer, picks up a page just finished printing that says, in French and English, "Your wire transaction has been completed. The funds have been deposited as directed. Thank you." Sean takes out a piece of metal, and uses it to short out the printer*) -------------------------------- (*Feliks and Nick in a greenhouse, surrounded by plants growing in beds under sun lamps*) F: Ahh, the wonders of science. The indoor greenhouse is a boon to the vampire gardener, Nicholas. My lovely little leafy lasses flourish under the sun lamps, and, as long as I avoid the lamp's rays, we're all happy. A compromise arrangement you would do well to emulate, instead of this mad pursuit of yours to become human. N: I don't mean to be impertinent, Feliks, but I don't need a lecture from you right now. What I do need is to find out what happened to the de Brabant trust. F: Your obsession with this money. It will be your ruination, Nicholas. Plants! Plants are the answer. All you need invest is dirt, water, light, and love, and in return, they supply beauty. Something your precious money cannot buy. N: The trust fund, Feliks? F: Patience, my boy! Even as we speak, I am tracking it. Now, where did I put it? (*walks away, starts looking around under some plants. Finally finds it on a table under a fern*) Ahh, here it is! (*holds it up, blows the leaves/dust off of the top of it*) It has an infrared data communications port for wireless data transfers to my computer, which is linked to your Swiss bank. N: Oh. Thank you. F: Now, as I recall, your arrangement with Maison Du Champs was iron-clad. Foundation's accounts were kept separate from the rest of the Du Champs business. N: Exactly the way you had me set it up. F: Yes, a brilliant stroke, if I say so myself. And, ah, we created some sort of electronic trigger, did we not? N: Yes, so that the assets would automatically transfer to a Swiss account in the event of Charles Du Champs' death. F: Elegant, as always. Let's see what we've got. (*sits down*) What's your access code? -------------------------------- (*outside Paparazzi; Sean drives up, gets out of his car, walks inside*) -------------------------------- (*back in the greenhouse*) F: (*pushes some buttons*) Most unusual....Give me your access code again. -------------------------------- (*in Walken's office*) W: (*looks at the printed sheet that Sean had printed out*) And what am I to make of this? H: We're even. W: Hmmm. -------------------------------- (*in the greenhouse*) F: This just doesn't make any sense. N: What? F: I keep getting bumped out of the system. As if the account's been closed. N: What do you mean? F: (*sighs*) I don't know how to tell you this. (*walks away, then turns to look back at Nick*) You've got 478 million dollars of missing assets. The entire account's been cleaned out. ============================= (end part two -- commercial) ============================= =================================== Blood Money, transcript, part three =================================== (*Nick, driving around town; hear Lacroix's voice on the radio*) LC: It is said that Nature will not tolerate excess. As in the case of those who take more than their fair share. They're dealt with accordingly. -------------------------------- **flashback** (*Nick has just been stabbed, and the man removes his sword. Nick drops his fangs, grabs the man, and holds him pinned up against a wall. Janette and Lacroix walk out of the doorway*) J: Nicholah! LC: Have I taught you nothing? N: You taught me to take what I desire. LC: I taught you to take what you _need_! This chest contains only a trap of greed, and greed, my arrogant child, breeds tragedy. (*Nick bites the man*) -------------------------------- (*Nick driving in his car, Lacroix's voice on the radio*) LC: For when you have too much, there will always be someone wanting to take it away from you. (*switch to view of Lacroix in the studio*) So maybe you should ask yourself, "Has your blood money been a blessing or a curse?" (*switch back to scene of Nick in his car; the car phone rings, Nick answers*) N: Yeah, Knight. S: (*at precinct*) Polchuk's staying at the Summit and Arms Motel. N: All right, I'll meet you there. I've got to make a stop first. -------------------------------- (*Nick walks into Paparazzi, gets stopped by the bouncer*) B: Back of the line. N: (*flashes his badge*) Official business. B: My bosses want any cop, and no cops in here. (?) N: Come here. (*grabs the guy's collar and pulls him close*) (hypnotizing) But your boss is a fool. So you're going to let me and all my friends inside. (*breaks spell*) Thank you. (*walks on inside*) B: (to crowd) Yo! Everybody inside. (*Nick walks into the middle of the room, scans around a bit. Hears the conversation going on in Walken's office, and moves over to stand outside the door*) (*Inside the office, Walken sits at his desk, Sean stands on the other side of the room with a drink in his hand*) H: Partners? You want half the foundation? You can't be serious. W: Yes, I see our relationship as more of a partnership now. H: I have more money than God. What makes you think I need a partner? W: Experience. Having money is one thing, holding onto it is another. H: My father had plenty of experience, and money. Now he's dead. (*takes a drink*) W: I'm disappointed. I had thought you'd see the sense in my proposal. H: (*walks over to stand in front of the desk*) You're disappointed because you have your talons in the back of a beast you can't control. W: Most ungrateful beast, for all his newly inherited wealth. H: I owe you some money, Walken, not my soul. W: Soul? One doesn't usually think of a patricide as having one. H: (*finishes drink*) I had nothing to do with my father's death. (*puts his glass down on the desk, walks away*) W: Oh, but you did. Partner. H: (*puts on his coat*) You're making a mistake, Walken. A big mistake. Wipe off my debts, call off your dogs, or I'll go the authorities. (*Nick has been listening to all of this, and now walks away from the door*) (*Sean leaves the office*) (*Walken reaches for the phone? *) -------------------------------- (*Schanke in his car outside the motel, on the phone, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel*) S: Come on. (*answering machine picks up, "This is Nick Knight. I'm not in or I'm asleep. Leave a message."*) Great. Nick. Nick, I'm at the hotel, our friend the bomber's here, where are you? -------------------------------- (*Sean walks to his car, weaves/staggers a bit while looking for the key*) N: (from inside the car) It's open. Get in. (*Sean peers through the window, opens the car door, shakes his head quickly, as if to clear it, and gets in the car*) H: Uh, I'm sorry, Detective ....? N: Knight. H: Right. Isn't there a law against unlawful entry, Detective Knight? N: Yes, and there's also a law against drunk driving, so why don't we just have a little chat off the record, okay? H: What about? H: The de Brabant Foundation. H: Yes? N: It's worth a fortune, right? H: Perhaps. N: What happened to it? H: I don't know what you're talking about. N: Sean, your father's death may be related to the disappearance of hundreds of millions of dollars. It could have been stolen. It could have been embezzled. Now, do you want to tell me what you know? Or would you like to tell it to a judge? H: Information concerning clients is confidential. N: Sean, (hypnotizing) Where is the money? (*pauses, Sean shrugs off the trance*) Your life is in jeopardy, Sean. H: I appreciate your concern, Detective, but I have a responsibility. I'm just doing my job. N: Fine. Have it your way. (*reaches over and takes out the car keys*) H: What do you think you're doing? N: My job. I have a responsibility, too. H: How am I supposed to get home? N: Funny, a minute ago you had all the answers. Sean, let me give you a little piece of advice. Right now, you're swimming in self importance. But in time, all your greed and your wealth will weigh you down. And eventually, you'll drown. (*gets out of the car*) H: Hey! (*leans over to the other side to keep Nick in sight*) Hey, what about my keys? -------------------------------- (*Schanke gets out of his car in front of the motel, still stands with the door open, and watches a black car drive by in front of him. He closes the door, starts to walk toward the motel, then the motel explodes, knocking Schanke to the ground.*) =============================== (end part three -- commercial) =============================== ================================== Blood Money, transcript, part four ================================== (*Schanke walks into the precinct with a bandage on his left hand. Nick meets him, and they walk over to Schanke's desk*) N: Hey, are you all right? S: Yeah, three stitches and a lot of luck, considering I was blown halfway to buttonville. The ER docs asked my name and what day it is and boom, I'm back here. Anything about the bomb? N: Well, lab says it wasn't his own. Polchuk could be murdered. (*Natalie walks up and Schanke sits down*) Nat: (to Nick) He was. (*holds up a plastic baggie*) Bomb techs tell me this used to be a pager, but there was enough of a serial number on the back for them to run a trace. (*looks at Schanke*) Are you all right, Schank? (*Schanke takes the bag*) S: Yeah, my name's Donald G. Schanke and it's Tuesday. Nat: (to Nick) Pager is registered to Sean Du Champs. S: (*looks up from examining the bag*) Bingo. N: Doesn't prove anything. S: No, but it's enough to bring him in. -------------------------------- (*Interrogation room, Sean sitting in a chair. Schanke tosses a paper with a photo/fingerprints on it down on the table in front of Sean.*) H: I have no idea who this man is. (*pushes the paper away*) S: (*leans in close to Sean*) Was. Past tense, as in dead? H: (to Nick) Come on, this is ridiculous. I was at Paparazzi when it happened, you know that. How could I be talking to you one minute, and the next minute be across town blowing somebody up? S: Modern technology, Sean. Wire C4 to a pager, dial a number, beep beep beep kaboom. N: Any idea how your pager got into his possession, Sean? H: I don't know. It was probably stolen. S: You have a garage door opener? H: I lost it. N: How long ago? H: I don't know. Past couple of weeks? N: Did you report it lost? H: Come on, it's a thirty dollar item, I haven't had time to replace it. S: Did you report your pager stolen? H: (stammering) I told you, I didn't know it was stolen. I haven't used it in a few years. S: Ooh, not according to the phone company. N: Sean. (*pulls out a piece of paper, unfolds it, and places it on the table in front of Sean*) Do you recognize any of these numbers? H: No. S: Oh yeah, well, let me help you out. This one's a known drug dealer, and this one, and this one... Do you do drugs, Sean? N: Schank. H: I don't have to answer that. I'm warning you, Detective -- S: Now don't threaten me. H: My lawyer will be here any minute. I pay him big money to eat insects like you. S: You can't buy your way out of murder, Sean. And I've got another flash for you. There's no penthouse in Millhaven. -------------------------------- (*outside the interrogation room*) Co: (to lawyer) He's all yours. (*lawyer goes down the same hall that Nick and Schanke come out of*) S: Who's that? Co: Du Champs' lawyer. S: We're letting junior go? Co: We don't have enough to hold him, and I don't need to be up all night engaged in a spitting contest with his attorney. (*walks away*) S: (to Nick) Bet she'd win. Co: I heard that. (*keeps walking; Schanke and Nick follow her to the door of her office, where she stops and turns around*) Why are you following me? N: I think we should tail him. Co: He'll slap us with harassment. S: (to Nick) Why do you keep giving this creep the benefit of the doubt? N: What time does your watch say? S: It broke in the explosion. N: Exactly. What time does it say? S: One twenty five. N: Yeah, well, I was with Sean at that time. He couldn't have dialed the number that set off the bomb. I think someone's setting him up. Someone who knows he's got access to a lot of money. I think Charles Du Champs was murdered to send Sean a message. Pay up or you're next. S: And Polchuk? N: Well, someone came up with a convenient way to get rid of a witness and tighten the screws on Sean. I can guarantee you he's not going home tonight. He's going to make his move. And I think we should be there when he does. Co: We never had this conversation. (*goes into her office, closes the door*) -------------------------------- (*Sean gets out of his lawyer's car in front of the office*) H: Thanks again, Jeff, for the bailout (?). I'll call your office tomorrow. (*goes up the steps towards the door, where a man is waiting*) (*Nick and Schanke watch from inside Schanke's car across the street*) S: I thought _we_ worked odd hours. (*Sean meets up with the guy, who turns him around. Sean jerks away, saying "get off", "leave me alone", etc, then is ushered down the steps to a black car that drives up, jerking away from the man's grip repeatedly*) What's wrong with this picture? N: Either Sean's making his move, or they're making it for him. S: Shall we make ours? N: Let's let it play. (*Sean gets in the black car*) I know where he's going. Follow him. -------------------------------- (*at Paparazzi, in Walken's office; A man is tied up to a metal rack with duct tape across his mouth. Walken stands next to him, Sean sits in a chair, two other men are guarding the door*) W: This is Mr. Foster. Mr. Foster built the bomb that killed Mr. Polchuk, who built the bomb that killed your father. Now, I can dispose of Mr. Foster in a manner that would clear you of suspicion. Or I can make it look as if you killed Mr. Foster to cover your tracks. (*walks to stand in front of Sean*) One murder, there's reasonable doubt. Two murders starts to look very unsympathetic. And three... Well, consider what it will cost just to defend yourself. Then reconsider my offer. Half of the foundation's assets, more than either of us will ever need. It's a simple question of greed, Sean. Ask yourself this, "How much is my life worth?" ============================== (end part four -- commercial) ============================== ================================== Blood Money, transcript, part five ================================== (*Nick and Schanke sit outside on a fire escape (?) right beneath a window of Walken's office at Paparazzi. Schanke listens to the conversation in the room with a directional microphone (?) through head phones.*) (*inside the room*) W: What's it going to be, Sean?... I'm waiting, Sean. (*outside the window*) S: Damn, I hate when that happens. N: What? S: You were right about the kid being blackmailed. How'd you know? N: I had a vision. (*inside the room*) H: All right. I'll do it. W: We're on-line to your bank in Switzerland. All you have to do is complete the transaction. (*Sean gets up and sits down at the computer, starts to type*) (*outside the window*) S: Looks like it's time to break up the party. N: Let them make the transaction first. It will give us a paper trail. (*Nick looks through the window to see the account's access code (?) 70-283419-42 08/671/448 DM *) -------------------------------- **flashback** (*in the courtyard, right after Nick killed his accomplice*) N: I desire the money. LC: You do not need it, Nicholas. Leave it for the king's guard. N: I will have it. LC: Mark my words, Nicholas. You will learn this lesson well. Material wealth is a burden! (*Lacroix and Janette fly off together*) -------------------------------- (*inside Walken's office; Sean types some more*) H: It's done. (*gets up*) W: Good. (*turns to Mr. Foster and shoots him, then turns back and points the gun at Sean; Sean stands still for a moment, then runs for the door, where he's stopped by the two guards*) (*outside, Schanke and Nick start to move as soon as they hear the gunshot*) N: Try the doors, I'll take the roof. (*inside the office*) W: I could have taken it all, but that would have been conspicuous. This way there's plenty left for me, and enough left over to make it look as if you just couldn't embezzle it all before the remorse set in...and drove you to suicide. (*a beeping device goes off - probably an intruder alert; see Nick walking down some stairs*) (to the guards) Gentlemen... (*The two guys holding Sean let go of him and leave the room, go looking through the club for Nick. Walken keeps the gun trained on Sean, but looks away to turn off the alarm and Sean runs out of the room. Nick is still moving through the club, while Schanke tries the front doors of the club, which are locked. Sean is hiding from the guards, Nick is still looking around, and Schanke goes over to the side doors and starts trying to pry the doors open with a crowbar. Someone inside turns on the music and the lights. Nick sees a guy coming down a corridor towards him, flies up until the man gets there, then drops down on the guy and knocks him out.*) (*Sean walks back into Walken's office, sits down at the computer, and starts to type*) W: I knew you'd be back. (*walks out from behind the dead man*) Even given the chance to escape, you just couldn't bear to part with the money, could you? (*meanwhile, out in the club, Nick sees the other guy, and the other guy sees him. He shoots at Nick as Nick dives for cover behind the bar*) (*in the office*) H: All I've done is access the account. I'll give you everything. 478 million, you can have it all. W: Avarice, young man, is a deadly sin. (*out in the club, the guy runs to the bar, looks behind it for Nick, but Nick is already gone and running up the steps that lead to Walken's office. The guy turns around and shoots at Nick, but he misses. Schanke finally gets the door open, and comes inside of the club. The guy chases up the steps after Nick, looks around, but can't find him. Nick drops down behind the guy, who turns around, with his eyes golden and his fangs out, and scares the guy into falling down the steps, knocking himself out.*) (*in the office; Walken goes to shoot Sean; Nick comes in the room with his gun pointed at Walken*) N: Walken! (*pause*) Drop the gun. (*Schanke comes in the other door with his gun out as well*) S: Put it down, Walken, right now. N: Do it. S: Walken! We're not playing games here, Mr. Walken. Put the gun down and back away. Now. (*Walken turns towards Schanke, and Schanke shoots him twice. Everyone seems a little dumb struck. Sean had moved over towards the dead man as soon as Walken turned toward Schanke. He realizes where he is, then backs up away from the body.*) **mini-flashback** (*Lacroix's voice, "Mark my words. Material wealth is a burden."*) (*Sean turns around to face the wall of the room, hangs his head.*) -------------------------------- (*precinct; Schanke doing paperwork at his desk. Several people walk behind him, including Sean Du Champs' lawyer, followed by Sean. Sean stops by Schanke and extends his hand.*) H: Thank you, Detective. Appreciate what you did for me. (*Schanke stands up, shakes his hand*) S: No problem. That's my job. (*Sean leaves, Cohen walks up*) (to Cohen) So where's he going? Co: Wherever he wants. S: You mean the auditors didn't find anything? Co: A couple of unreported transactions raised some eyebrows, but nothing illegal. S: Oh, man, what a life. Money, mansions, limousines. Co: Go home, Detective. Get some sleep. And keep dreaming. (*Schanke laughs, Cohen walks away*) K: (from across the room) Oh my god. Oh my god. (*Schanke walks over to her*) S: What is it, Jenkins? K: Oh my god, I got off the phone... Melvoyne and Lang won the lottery. (Calls to the entire room) Melvoyne and Lang won the lottery. S: No. Melvoyne and Lang and they wouldn't cough up a buck for my office pool? They won the lottery? Fifteen million dollars, Oh my god. K: They asked me to go in with them on the ticket and I turned them down. Because of you! S: Oh my god. Oh! (*turns a bit, grabs his chest*) I'm having a heart attack. Yep, yep, that's what it is. Old stiff feeling in the left arm, old shortness of breath. (*turns to Jenkins, who's just watching him*) Call an ambulance. (*Jenkins still just looks at him, looking ticked off*) -------------------------------- (*at the Raven; Nick and Janette are sitting on the floor against a wall, Janette with her legs laying across Nick's, and a crystal goblet of her private stock in her hand. The club's closed, and only a woman cleaning up the bar is left in the room.*) N: When he transferred the money, he wiped the account off the books. As if the money never existed. I gave Feliks Twist the new access codes. By now, the assets should be parked in a bank in Luxembourg. J: Tell me something. Why didn't you just let the money go? N: Too many people have died over the centuries for it. I can't change that. I can't bring them back. J: But Nicholah, many of them were wicked. N: All the more reason to put the money to good use. J: (*smiles*) Ah yes, you would do something like that. So now you have your burden back. (*lifts her glass in a toast*) To your burden then... and to what I might do to ease it for you. (*takes a sip from the glass, Nick pulls her hand down and kisses her*) ============================= end of episode - Blood Money =============================