Transcribed by Victoria E. Meredith (meredith@ab.wvnet.edu). Please send any corrections or additions to me at the address above. Enjoy! DARK KNIGHT PART 2, written by Barney Cohen and James D. Parriott Forever Knight episode 2, season 1 transcribed by Victoria E. Meredith with extra scenes transcribed by Janet A. Dornhoff Characters with lines other than "AAAAAAH!" (in the order in which they appear.) LaCroix, vampire (L) Detective Nick Knight, vampire (N) Janette, vampire (J) Dr. Alyce Hunter, assistant curator of the museum (A) Desk officer Detective Don Schanke, Metro homicide detective (S) Police Captain Stonetree (ST) Mechanic Blood bank nurse Don Fenner, a blood bank technician (F) Dr. Natalie Lambert, coroner (NA) Jeannie, a homeless friend of Nick's TEASER [LaCroix speaks in his Night-Crawler voice; his speech is intercut with scenes from part one.] L: Do you remember, Nicholas? Do you remember that night, centuries ago? The first night you became one of us. Did her heart sound strong? Did it call to you and make you dizzy with the first rush of her warm blood? How can you turn your back on what you've been given? ---R1: Is this another vampire murder? ---N: Oh, come on. You're not going to call them that, are you? L: What guilt is this that drives you to become an officer of the law? ---N: (whispers) I'm going around. ---S: Around? What the hell is around? L: What folly is this, that you aspire to be mortal again? ---NA: It's the blood that keeps you from coming over. ---N: I caught a killer tonight. I'm paying my debt. ---NA: You can be human. L: What turn of the heart compels you to seek mortal love? ---A: They say that everything in our future can be found in our past. ---N: No. It's too easy a place to hide. ---A: Hold me. ---N: No, I can't. ---NA: The curator from the museum? ---N: I kissed her. And then I nearly killed her. L: Someone's been killing the homeless with type O blood. ---NA: This is not your fault. ---N: It is my fault, Nat, it is my fault. L: One of the victims had punctures in his neck. ---NA: Is this something that I should worry about? L: Is it me? ---J: He hasn't been making these kills, if that's what you think. Nowadays nobody is that stupid. L: Is it you? I have the answers, Nicholas. I have the other cup. ---A: It could, in fact, be the cure for vampirism. ---NA: If he believes that if you perform this ceremony, you could become mortal again-- ---N: We both do. L: Are you coming, Nicholas? I have what you want. ---N: It's his way of calling me out, Nat. L: Are you there? Nicholas? Are...you...coming? The Night-Crawler's waiting for you. [Fade to black] OPENING CREDITS He was brought across in 1228. Preyed on humans for their blood. Now he wants to be mortal again, to repay society for his sins. To emerge from his world of darkness...from his endless, forever night. COMMERCIAL [Night. The screen legend reads, "Dark Knight: The Second Chapter."] [Nick stands in a dark alley outside CERK. LaCroix appears in the background; Nick follows him. Alyce, out of breath, tails Nick. She turns a corner just a few steps behind him, and sees that he and LaCroix are an impossibly large distance away, standing on a fire escape. She pursues.] [Nick is in a slaughterhouse. Gutted animal carcasses hang from the ceiling. A fresh pig is still dripping into a metal barrel. LaCroix reappears.] L: I thought we might talk over a midnight snack. [He draws a dipper from the barrel beneath the headless pig and drinks. Alyce, in the shadows, suppresses a whimper.] N: Where is it, LaCroix? L: Is that any kind of hello? So long.... And I moved here especially for you. I guess it could be a--a little more appetizing. [LaCroix removes a green jade Mayan cup from his coat, fills it, and drinks again.] You look pale. Are you sure you're not hungry? N: All I want is the cup. L: I don't think you know what you want. You never have. Immortality. Wasn't that your big wish? To live forever? To never have to wind up like this? [LaCroix shoves the pig carcass.] I gave that to you. What did I get in return? Desertion. Hatred. Contempt. N: I couldn't kill anymore. L: [Laughs.] Who needs to kill? N: You do. L: The guard, yes. But not those pathetic others. N: You're lying, LaCroix. L: Why would I lie? Give me a reason. I've never been ashamed of killing. N: (hoarsely) They were my friends. L: And what are we? We need to trust each other. We should trust each other. How long is the longest friendship? N: I want the cup. L: Then come...and...get it. [He drinks again, then "vamps out" and flies straight up to land on a catwalk.] Feeling a little weak, are we? [He rushes back down, knocking Nick over as he lands. He puts a booted foot on Nick's throat.] Is this what you want to be? A pathetic mortal cowering on the ground? [He pours from the cup.] Taste the blood on your face. Taste it. You can't deny what you are. [Removes his foot with a shove.] You're never going to get this cup. You don't have the courage. No guts. No glory. Come on. [Nick begins to rise, but LaCroix shoves him back down again with his foot.] What's it going to take to get a rise out of you? [That did it. Nick "vamps out"--and Alyce screams. They look.] N: Alyce, get out of here! L: Is this someone I should meet? N: Run! [LaCroix flies to the balcony and grabs Alyce.] L: Maybe this is a good way to find out how much you want to be mortal. I'll give you a choice. Which do you want to save--the cup, or the girl? [He drops the cup. It falls in slow motion. Nick hesitates-- until LaCroix makes for Alyce's neck and she screams.] A: Nick! [Nick makes his decision, flying straight for LaCroix. He pins LaCroix against the wall.] L: Either way...I've won. [The cup shatters against the floor.] A: Oh...Nick.... N: Get out of here! [She runs. Nick and LaCroix fight, but LaCroix is stronger. He picks Nick up and throws him over the railing. Nick lands on his back and lies motionless.] L: [Coming down.] You're weak. You need blood. You want mortality, I'll give you mortality. With fire. A stake through the heart. The sun. All of these will do it, my friend. [He picks up a meat cleaver.] And one more--decapitation! [He draws back his arm, and Nick wakes up. Nick kicks LaCroix backwards with full vampire force and impales him on a metal spike. LaCroix goes limp and drops the cleaver. Nick fingers the spike protruding from the place where LaCroix's heart should be. Nick turns to look at the pieces of the shattered cup, then back at LaCroix.] ************Extra Scene**************** Violin-type music in background overlaps from shot of cup fragments into flashback. FLASHBACK: Nick, same costume as first feeding scene [same night?], leaning against doorway or pillar, row of candles behind. LaCroix comes in playing his rebec. [LaCroix's manner here is rather like that of a parent patiently explaining the obvious to a child] Nick: (upset, urgent) I want to go back. LaCroix: (matter-of-fact) It's far too late for that now. N: You've made me a murderer! L: I made you a god. I made you eternal. I made you my brother. You need never fear anything again. N: I fear what's inside me now. L: Man _is_ a predator, Nicholas. And we are the ultimate. You will live longer than in your wildest dreams. You will watch life begin, and end, and begin anew. I taught Nero the tune, and together we watched Rome burn. I rode with Charlemagne, and taught Genghis Khan lessons in war. All of these opportunities I have given to you. A life never threatened by age or disease. You are a blessed man, Nicholas. (Clasps his hand to Nick's neck, fatherly/brotherly) The Crusades you have endured will be but as a heartbeat in your lifetime. Nick pushes/pulls LaCroix's hand away in a quick movement. Their hands lock between them. Nick looks into LaCroix's eyes. N: I will repay you. He looks away, touches his lips to LaCroix's hand. LaCroix smirks. END FLASHBACK - back to the meat rack Nick wipes his face with a cloth. Spots sunlight coming in window, hurries out, leaving LaCroix where he is. **********End Extra Scene************* A long close-up on LaCroix's face. Suddenly, his eye moves to follow Nick's retreating footsteps. His lips turn up in an evil smile, and he growls low.] COMMERCIAL From asabo@vt.edu Fri Apr 7 11:27 EDT 1995 Return-Path: Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by jbxs2 (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA11891; Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:26:56 +0500 Received: from [128.173.4.85] by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id LAA06726; Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:18:23 -0400 Date: Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:18:23 -0400 X-Sender: asabo@mail.vt.edu Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 To: steeleld@mcmaster.ca, welshkin@dfw.net, tmp_harkins@dirac.physics.jmu.edu, ecarlson@unlinfo.unl.edu, xyjf60b@prodigy.com, fa55%nemomus@academic.nemostate.edu, bedardma@ere.umontreal.ca, steff@jbx.com, ksmith@swcp.com, ngenge@nlnet.nf.ca, margaret@cs.arizona.edu, hypatia@drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu, boicejo@expert.cc.purdue.edu, sysdeb@ukcc.uky.edu, charding%bernal.uucp@lll-winken.llnl.gov, be913@freenet.carleton.ca, richard.robbins@ipalace.com, echelbar@binc.net, randolph@tenet.edu, clf6873@acs.tamu.edu, don.fasig@pegproj.com, jacie@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu, mfarrell@admin.cabot.nf.ca, marcoux3108@mtroyal.ab.ca, l.cooksey@genie.geis.com, vmerrima@indiana.edu, wastle@dolphin.envirolink.org, maureen.wynn@mailgw.uprod.music.umich.edu, hs7@columbia.edu, kgibney@pipeline.com, atomika@aol.com, u64625@uicvm.uic.edu, katrynk@aol.com, lcottrel@wsuvm1.csc.wsu.edu, izzye6e@mvs.oac.ucla.edu, seismo@primenet.com, geno@nevada.edu, msreed@ucs.indiana.edu, arsrry@mailserv.mta.ca, magena@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu, lecf@aol.com, laremy@cris.com, blaket@acy1.digex.net, esinger@amgen.com, gebbie@eden.com, jorgenrb@bigvax.alfred.edu, hbadger@world.std.com, jag@cup.hp.com, killian@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au, gabrielle.beer@its.utas.edu.au From: asabo@vt.edu (Allison Sabo) Subject: Dark Knight pt 2 transcript, 2/5 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Length: 6601 Status: O Dark Knight pt 2, transcript, part two ======================================= [Dawn. Nick staggers into the daylight. The sunlight burns him so that he is actually giving off smoke. He finally makes it to the trunk of his Caddy, wrenches the lid open, and crawls inside.] [Museum. Alyce calls the station.] Desk officer: Desk. A: Yes. Has Detective Knight come in? Desk officer: Knight? No, ma'am, he hasn't checked in. A: If he does, would you tell him that Alyce called? Desk officer: Sure thing. [Inside the station.] ST: Are you telling me that you haven't seen him or heard from him since he stopped off? S: I was asleep, sir. I'm on the day shift, remember. NA: He was pretty upset when he left. He knew the victim. He was blaming himself. [Catches herself.] Ah--but, I think he was working on a lead. ST: Well, I hope I can make that sound all very rosy to the mayor. Got a blood type? NA: O. S: I'm telling you, that's the key. The O, the homeless, the bloodmobile- - ST: What about the guard? Desk officer: Uh, Captain, line three. ST: Thank you. [Picks up phone.] Stonetree....Yeah, where?....Yeah, we've got some keys, we'll get someone down there. Thank you. [To Schanke and Nat:] They just found his car parked in an alley, illegally. They're towing it in. [Garage. Schanke, retrieving Nick's Caddy, rambles on. The mechanic ignores him.] S: I don't know why nobody's listening to me. We all know that Knight's a hotshot. He's got no experience. Sure, he looks good in leather, he's got the blond hair and everything. But between you, me, and the lamppost, he's in the dark about a few things. [The mechanic hands him a clipboard to sign.] Mechanic: Here, and here. [Schanke signs.] S: Feel that cushion of air. [He hits the trunk. Inside, Nick awakens and hears Schanke.] This car takes me back, you know. Yeah. 1976, Madison, Wisconsin, a wild bicentennial summer. I was with my buddy Dino Armiros, a really great guy. That was before he became a lawyer. He had a Coupe DeVille just like this. Just like it. [Laughs.] Look at that. A classic. [Gets in.] Oh....feel that door slam. Yeah, we'd drive down to Milwaukee, down to Chicago, up to DeKelb(?), a different set of girls for every leg of the journey. Wild summer. Mechanic: Is that it, Mr. Memory. S: Yeah. Yeah. That's it. [Takes the keys.] That's it. [Starts the engine.] Nice. [Blood bank. *Somebody* (we can't see his face) pushes a Styrofoam cooler full of blood bags up to the nurse at the desk.] Nurse: Hey! You're early this morning. I don't think the test lab's ready for it, but I'll start the cataloging. [Phone rings, nurse answers.] Blood bank....The police? [Close-up of *someone's* eye--it twitches nervously.] Well, you can send them up, but I have to check with Dr. Kipper before I release any information....Okay. [Parking building outside blood bank. Nick gets out of car trunk, and a woman notices him.] N: Well, it's a little bit cramped--but you can't beat the rent. [He walks into the building.] [Inside blood bank at desk.] S: Look, could you get this Kipper guy on the phone? We are _this_ close to nailing a suspect. [Around the corner, Nick walks down the hall. Sounds are distorted as we hear the voices from Nick's point of view.] S: I am a cop. You can't give me access to the computers? Nurse: Not without Dr. Kipper's approval. [Nick sees a door marked "Dr. David Kipper, Blood Bank Administrator," and ducks inside. Sunlight from the open blinds momentarily incapacitates him, but he quickly shuts them and heads for the computer on Kipper's desk.] [Blood bank desk.] S: Listen. I'm just trying to make a few connections here. Could you at least tell me if the victims all donated blood? [Ominous footsteps. *Someone* is approaching.] Nurse: Dr. Kipper will be back at six. S: Back at six. Back at six. [Schanke turns--and recognizes Fenner.] Hey, Fenner, my man. Good to see ya. Listen, could you tell this lady that I'm a good guy? That I, um, donated a pint of A negative blood the other day? Fenner: He's a loyal donor. S: See? There. Nurse: The information is confidential. Fenner: Sorry. Hey, uh, those old Cadillac keys? S: Yup. '62 ragtop. It's a classic. [Dr. Kipper's office. Nick is on the phone.] N: Who told him he could drive my car? NA: [In her office.] Stonetree. I mean, there was nothing I could do. Of course, Schanke was supposed to bring it back here--look, where are you? N: The hospital. Checking out blood donors. Schanke was right, Nat. Homeless type O's, that's the link. NA: What about LaCroix? N: Only the guard at the museum. The guy who did the other killings is still on the street. Hey, look, I think my ride's leaving. I've got to go. NA: W--wait a minute. You sound weak. Can you eat something? N: You crazy? Hospital food? Listen, they were all blood donors. This is it. I'll call you when I get up tonight. [Hangs up.] [Blood bank desk.] S: Did you know that the '62 Caddy has more trunk space than any other car made in the last 30 years? Fenner: Yeah, how's the mileage? S: Hey, with a ride like that, who's counting? [Fenner laughs and walks off.] [To the nurse:] You're not going to help me, are you? [Parking building. Fenner walks to the Caddy, reaches down and cuts the brakeline. Inside the trunk, Nick hears him. He also hears the keys jingling on Fenner's belt.] [Blood bank desk.] S: You know, there is a word for a woman like you. And it isn't nurse. I'll be back with a warrant. ***************Extra Scene******************* Schanke goes back to the caddy, turns on engine, fiddles with radio, finds polka station. Nick, in trunk, clasps ears. N: God, Schanke, I'm gonna kill ya. Schanke backs out of his parking space, the camera staying on the spot as a large puddle of brake fluid is revealed. Schanke cruises down the road, snapping his fingers. Shot of Nick in trunk, leaning on his elbow, looking resigned/bored. Schanke passes, brakes fail, as on CBS. **************End Extra Scene***************** [In the Caddy. Schanke is driving. Bouncy polka music plays very loudly.] N: [Inside the trunk, Nick covers his ears with his hands.] God! Schanke! I'm gonna kill you! [Schanke comes to a hill. He tries to brake, but nothing happens.] N: Oh, no. S: Oh, no! [He weaves in and out of traffic, picking up momentum. Nick is thrown around the inside of the trunk.] He's gonna kill me! Outta the way! Oh, no. No! [Car horn sounds....Fade to black.] COMMERCIAL From asabo@vt.edu Fri Apr 7 11:29 EDT 1995 Return-Path: Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by jbxs2 (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA11897; Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:28:32 +0500 Received: from [128.173.4.85] by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id LAA06813; Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:18:41 -0400 Date: Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:18:41 -0400 X-Sender: asabo@mail.vt.edu Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 To: steeleld@mcmaster.ca, welshkin@dfw.net, tmp_harkins@dirac.physics.jmu.edu, ecarlson@unlinfo.unl.edu, xyjf60b@prodigy.com, fa55%nemomus@academic.nemostate.edu, bedardma@ere.umontreal.ca, steff@jbx.com, ksmith@swcp.com, ngenge@nlnet.nf.ca, margaret@cs.arizona.edu, hypatia@drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu, boicejo@expert.cc.purdue.edu, sysdeb@ukcc.uky.edu, charding%bernal.uucp@lll-winken.llnl.gov, be913@freenet.carleton.ca, richard.robbins@ipalace.com, echelbar@binc.net, randolph@tenet.edu, clf6873@acs.tamu.edu, don.fasig@pegproj.com, jacie@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu, mfarrell@admin.cabot.nf.ca, marcoux3108@mtroyal.ab.ca, l.cooksey@genie.geis.com, vmerrima@indiana.edu, wastle@dolphin.envirolink.org, maureen.wynn@mailgw.uprod.music.umich.edu, hs7@columbia.edu, kgibney@pipeline.com, atomika@aol.com, u64625@uicvm.uic.edu, katrynk@aol.com, lcottrel@wsuvm1.csc.wsu.edu, izzye6e@mvs.oac.ucla.edu, seismo@primenet.com, geno@nevada.edu, msreed@ucs.indiana.edu, arsrry@mailserv.mta.ca, magena@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu, lecf@aol.com, laremy@cris.com, blaket@acy1.digex.net, esinger@amgen.com, gebbie@eden.com, jorgenrb@bigvax.alfred.edu, hbadger@world.std.com, jag@cup.hp.com, killian@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au, gabrielle.beer@its.utas.edu.au From: asabo@vt.edu (Allison Sabo) Subject: Dark Knight pt 2 transcript, 3/5 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Length: 11525 Status: O Dark Knight pt 2, transcript, part three ========================================= [Night. Museum. Alyce is asleep at her desk. A tiny alarm beeps, and she wakes up and calls the station.] A: Yes, Detective Knight, please.....No. No, I'll call back. [She hangs up and dials Nick's apartment. His answering machine kicks on.] N: [On the machine.] Yeah. I'm either in bed or incommunicado, so if you want to leave your name and number, go ahead. [Alyce hangs up. She thinks, then walks to the Mayan stela.] A: The first four digits match his alarm code. [The same garage as before. The same mechanic inspects the crushed Caddy. Schanke, a Band-Aid on his nose, shakes his head regretfully.] S: Man, oh, man, oh, man, oh man. I feel sick. Mechanic: Why don't ya just shoot it and put it out of its misery? S: [Deep breath.] You can fix it, right? I mean, tell me you can fix it. Mechanic: Fix it? Are you crazy, man? This is a sculpture. People look at this and say, "What the hell is this?" 'Cause it sure don't look like no automobile. Look at that bumper. S: That's the Ferrari I took out. Never seen a grown man get so angry. Mechanic: And that fender? S: Bread truck. Mechanic: Door? S: Lincoln Town Car. Mechanic: Rear fender _and_ bumper? S: Totally escapes me why somebody would leave a thirty-foot cabin cruiser on their front lawn. Mechanic: Look at that trunk. Flat as a pancake. Gonna have to use a torch just to open it. S: Come on. I think you're exaggerating. [Mechanic tries to crowbar the trunk open. Inside, Nick desperately holds onto the trunk lid to prevent it from opening. The mechanic gives up.] Yeah, I see. Mechanic: Look, man, find me a Caddy from some junkyard, and then maybe I can do something. Otherwise, you got two tons of scrap metal. S: Man, oh, man, oh man, he is gonna kill me. Worse still, he's gonna make me pay for it. N: Schanke. S: Ohhh....I'm a dead man. [Nick appears from behind the car.] N: [*Too* calm:] Schanke.... S: [Very fast, panicked:] Honest to God, Nick, I was only gonna drive it to the station, but the hospital was on its way, and I--and I said, "Why not?" This kills me, this kills me more than it kills you. N: The brakes failed, huh? [Nick walks slowly around the car, forcing Schanke to retreat backwards. Nick looks dangerous.] S: Absolutely! I was on that big hill on Deerborne Parkway, and I go to put on the brakes, and nothing! Nada! Niente! So I yank it over to the right, right? A--and--and--and I try to jam it against the curb, but no, this baby just jumps right over the sidewalk, so I yank it over left, and I almost hit this kid on a bike! N: Is that when you hit the fire hydrant? S: Creamed it! Water all over the place, I'm slippin' and slidin' like Gretzky in a bad dream! [Takes a breath.] Wait--wait. How did you know about the fire hydrant? [Nick ignores him and turns to the car. He inspects the underneath, and takes hold of the cut brakeline, showing it to Schanke.] N: The brakeline's cut. S: You see, I had nothing to do with it! It was cut! By who? N: By the guy we're looking for. You were right, Schanke. S: I knew I was right. N: The murder in the museum. It was a different killer. S: It was? N: Type O and homeless. They were the keys all along. S: I knew that. N: [Smiles.] I know. S: [Relieved.] So--so you're not mad about the car? N: [Advances on Schanke.] I could *kill* you about the car. But I owe you an apology about the case. S: I accept it. N: Good. [Schanke sighs with relief. Nick walks around behind him, weakens, and has to lean against the car.] S: Hey, are you okay? You look like death warmed over. N: [He recovers with forced cheerfulness.] Yeah, I'm just a bit hungry. [Schanke, relieved to be on familiar ground, grabs Nick by the shoulders.] S: Hey, why don't I take you for a souvlaki, my treat? N: No, ah, I...think I'll wait until I can sink my teeth into something. Oh, come on, we've got to get back to the hospital. [Alyce's jeep pulls up outside Nick's place. She enters the alarm code and goes inside. *Someone* watches her, and follows.] [Inside a car.] S: I'm telling you, you're not going to get anywhere without a warrant. N: We won't need one. All of the victims were regular blood donors and only used the regular bloodmobiles. S: Who told you that? N: Dr. Kipper. S: Oh. So that's where he was. N: Have they found Jeannie? S: Nothing yet. Hey, what were you doing in the warehouse district last night? N: Anybody report anything unusual up there this morning? S: No, why? N: Alyce and I had a lead on the museum's Mayan cup. S: [Chuckling.] Oh, ho, ho, "Alyce?" You were with "Alyce" last night? *************Extra Scene*************** Nick turns on the radio. An unfamiliar voice comes on, doing a sort of a cross between Porky Pig and Max Headroom. R: Th-th-th-this is the Beamer, sitting in for Nightcrawler. Crawler, you listenin', man? Call in, say what? We're worried about you. Nick turns the radio back off, smiling slightly. Schanke is oblivious, carrying on with the conversation. S: Is there something going on between you and her? **********End Extra Scene************** N: Dr. Hunter and I? S: No, no, no. I mean "Alyce" and you. N: You're the detective. What do you think? S: I think you are suppressing evidence. [Alyce enters Nick's living quarters.] A: Nick? [She sees the other jade cup. Suddenly, something *thumps* outside.] Nick? [She walks around the apartment nervously, looking for the source of the noise. She goes to the door and speaks.] If you're trying to scare me, you're doing a pretty good job. [Alyce hesitates, then opens the door to discover a bruised and beaten Jeannie lying outside.] Oh! Jeannie: [Weakly:] Where is he? [Blood bank. Nick and Schanke are questioning the same nurse.] N: All we need from you are some answers to a few questions. Nurse: Like? N: Like, who has access to the donor records? Nurse: The blood bank staff, the physicians, hospital administrators-- S: Oh, that narrows the field. N: Anyone come in and out of here this afternoon while Detective Schanke was around? Nurse: Well, there were several nurses. Dr. Edelman popped through. [Nick catches sight of a Styrofoam cooler filled with bagged units of blood and falters, catching himself on a gurney.] Are you all right? S: Oh, he's just hungry. N: I'll be fine. I think the person we're looking for is more like an orderly, or a lab technician. Someone who wears his keys on his belt. [In front of Nick's house, Fenner stands. He has a big ring of keys attached to his belt.] [Inside Nick's house. Alyce points a remote and a fire blazes in the fireplace. Jeannie is on the couch.] A: I don't think he's ever used this before. The ambulance will be here any minute. Jeannie: [Panicked:] No! No hospitals! A: You need help. Jeannie: No, he'll be there! A: Who? Jeannie: He works there! A: Who will be there? [Jeannie passes out.] [Blood bank desk.] S: Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was asking a lot of questions about the Caddy, but how' you know about the keys? Nurse: Here. [Hands Nick a file.] Don Fenner. He's a wonderful man. S: Yeah, Knight, he's just a regular guy. Come on. N: Did anything happen to him this year? Maybe something that could have pushed him over the edge? Nurse: Well, he lost his mother. S: How? Nurse: A car accident. Well--not really. See, she lost a lot of blood. What killed her, I guess, was the hepatitis that she contracted through the transfusion. [Nick jumps on the phone, dials.] S: Ten to one she was type O. Nurse: Well, what does that have to do with anything? N: Type O's the universal donor, but can receive only type O blood. S: Wait, wait, wait, wait. So--so if you knew--if some of the blood used came from street people, maybe you'd blame them. Maybe you'd see to it that they couldn't ever donate again. N: (on phone???) Yeah, this is Knight. We need to put out an A.P.B. Yeah. Donald Fenner. [Outside the apartment, Fenner pushes the call button. Inside, Jeannie awakens.] Jeannie: No! No.... [She continues to gasp in panic.] A: Easy. Easy. It's okay. I won't leave you. I'm going to stay with you. [Alyce walks to the security speaker and talks.] A: Ambulance? Voice over speaker: Yeah. A: Take the elevator up. We're on the second floor. Voice over speaker: All right. [Blood bank desk] S: Okay, we know he only works days. Do you know any of his friends, or acquaintances? [Schanke and the nurse walk off.] Nurse: He's a very private person. N: Be outside in a sec. Just let me check my machine. [Nick's apartment. Alyce comforts Jeannie.] A: They're coming right up. Jeannie: No.... A: No, no, no--don't try to stand. [Phone rings. Nick's machine kicks on.] N: [On machine.] Yeah, Nick Knight. I'm either in bed or-- [Sound of remote access code. The machine begins to play back messages.] NA: [On machine.] [beep] Hi, it's Nat. Where are you? Will you please check in with me? I'm getting nervous. [Alyce picks up phone.] A: Nick? N: [Confused.] Alyce? What are you doing there? A: Looking for you. Where are you? Are you okay? N: How'd you get in? A: The Mayan numbers on the stela. N: Very clever. A: Someone named Jeannie's here. N: She's alive? A: Barely. The guy who beat her left her for dead. She knows who's doing the murders, Nick. N: Look--uh--have you called for an ambulance. A: They're on their way up right now. N: If the paramedic says she's stable, don't move her. A: Hang on. The guy's here now. [Alyce opens the door to reveal Fenner.] Wait a minute--where's your stuff? Don't you have a medic bag? [He advances. She backs away.] Who are you? [Fenner grabs her, throws her over a table.] A: Aah! Nick! [In the blood bank, Nick drops the phone and rushes out.] N: [Throwing his keys at Schanke:] At my place! Take the car and meet me there. S: [Schanke yells after him.] Hey. Hey! Hey, Knight! You wanna tell me how you're gonna get there? [Flying shot over the city. Nick overhears parts of Jeannie's screams from the air.] [Nick's apartment. Fenner bends over an unconscious Alyce, and Jeannie yells.] Jeannie: No! Please! Get away! Keep back! I mean it! Stay back! [She grabs a broom.] I mean it! Get out! [She sticks the broom end into the fire and brandishes her new torch.] I'm gonna hurt you! Get away! I mean it! [Fenner grabs the blazing broom from her and throws it over his shoulder. A can of spilled paint catches fire and spreads. The unconscious Alyce is dangerously close to the flames.] Get back. Stay away from me. Please! [Fenner starts to choke Jeannie. Wham! Nick crashes through the window and prepares to bite Fenner, but stops himself in time. When he looks up, he is normal.] N: Where's Alyce? Jeannie: Over there. [Points towards corner.] N: You've got to get out of here. Can you make it to the stairs? [She nods.] Run. [She does.] [Alyce awakens and screams. Nick leaps over the flames to her.] Can you walk? A: I'm not sure. [He cradles her face tenderly for a second.] N: Come on. [They stand.] [Suddenly, LaCroix is there, draining the blood from Fenner. LaCroix drops the body to the floor.] L: I believe he got what was coming to him. [He delicately removes blood droplets from around his mouth with one finger.] Now it's your turn. COMMERCIAL From asabo@vt.edu Fri Apr 7 11:30 EDT 1995 Return-Path: Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by jbxs2 (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA11902; Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:30:06 +0500 Received: from [128.173.4.85] by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id LAA06924; Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:19:01 -0400 Date: Fri, 7 Apr 1995 11:19:01 -0400 X-Sender: asabo@mail.vt.edu Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 To: steeleld@mcmaster.ca, welshkin@dfw.net, tmp_harkins@dirac.physics.jmu.edu, ecarlson@unlinfo.unl.edu, xyjf60b@prodigy.com, fa55%nemomus@academic.nemostate.edu, bedardma@ere.umontreal.ca, steff@jbx.com, ksmith@swcp.com, ngenge@nlnet.nf.ca, margaret@cs.arizona.edu, hypatia@drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu, boicejo@expert.cc.purdue.edu, sysdeb@ukcc.uky.edu, charding%bernal.uucp@lll-winken.llnl.gov, be913@freenet.carleton.ca, richard.robbins@ipalace.com, echelbar@binc.net, randolph@tenet.edu, clf6873@acs.tamu.edu, don.fasig@pegproj.com, jacie@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu, mfarrell@admin.cabot.nf.ca, marcoux3108@mtroyal.ab.ca, l.cooksey@genie.geis.com, vmerrima@indiana.edu, wastle@dolphin.envirolink.org, maureen.wynn@mailgw.uprod.music.umich.edu, hs7@columbia.edu, kgibney@pipeline.com, atomika@aol.com, u64625@uicvm.uic.edu, katrynk@aol.com, lcottrel@wsuvm1.csc.wsu.edu, izzye6e@mvs.oac.ucla.edu, seismo@primenet.com, geno@nevada.edu, msreed@ucs.indiana.edu, arsrry@mailserv.mta.ca, magena@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu, lecf@aol.com, laremy@cris.com, blaket@acy1.digex.net, esinger@amgen.com, gebbie@eden.com, jorgenrb@bigvax.alfred.edu, hbadger@world.std.com, jag@cup.hp.com, killian@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au, gabrielle.beer@its.utas.edu.au From: asabo@vt.edu (Allison Sabo) Subject: Dark Knight pt 2 transcript, 4/5 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Length: 3269 Status: O Dark Knight pt 2, transcript, part four ======================================== [Inside the Caddy. Sirens. Schanke is driving, talking to dispatch on the car radio.] S: I'm on my way there now. Meet him at his warehouse, that's all I got, then he flew out of here. [Nick's apartment. The flames are high.] L: Steel spikes can't kill a vampire, Nick. But fire can. Isn't it about time you came out? N: [To Alyce:] Stay here. He won't come through the flames. A: Nick-- N: When I get to the other side, try to make it to the stairs. [Nick starts to rise but falls forward, weakened.] L: You look weak. When did you last feed? You need blood to fight, Nicholas. You need blood...to live. A: Nick....Take me. L: Yes! It's a wonderful offer. Take her. Make her one of us. Mortals die. Does it really matter how, or when? [Flashback] [Catacombs beneath Paris. Nick prepares to take his first victim.] J: Take her. [Present. Nick's apartment.] A: Take me. It's the only way you can fight him. N: It will kill you, Alyce. A: Or make me--immortal. [Flashback] L: The blood. Can you smell her blood? Drink. N: I'm so hungry. J: Then take her. [Present. Whispers from the past overlap dialog in the present. Flashbacks come fast and furious.] A: Take me. Don't you see? I'm a scientist. (L: (whisper) ...her blood...) I want to. (J: (whisper) ...her life...then take her...) N: You don't know what you're saying. A: I do! The chance to live through an entire civilization. L: Yes! A: To watch the world change, evolve. L: Listen to her. [Flashback] J: You must. L: Yield to your thirst. J: Drink, my love. L: Drink out her goodness. [Present] A: Take me. L: Take her! (Whispers echo, "Take her.") [In the past, Nick bites the woman's neck. In the present, LaCroix yells.] L: Do it! [Nick bends Alyce's neck and approaches her, but his fangs stop millimeters above her skin.] N: [In agony.] No! [He pushes her away, then looks up at LaCroix. He picks up a flaming wooden spike and heads towards LaCroix.] L: [Amused:] You really think you can beat me as a mortal? N: Go to Hell. L: [Chuckles.] Not before you do. [Nick shoves the flame at LaCroix's face, singeing him. LaCroix bellows in pain.] Ow! That hurt! [Enraged, LaCroix takes the spike and flings Nick across the room. He hurls the spike after Nick, and it lodges in the wall inches above Nick's head, still burning. Then LaCroix turns on Alyce. She runs, but is trapped by the flames. She pivots--and suddenly LaCroix is in front of her. He seizes her, and holding her almost tenderly, whispers to her in French. LaCroix bares her neck. Across the room, Nick awakens. He starts at the nearness of the burning stake. By the time he can grab the stake from the wall, it's too late. LaCroix lets Alyce's body fall to the ground as Nick rushes him with the burning spike. Nick plunges the stake into LaCroix's body and LaCroix looks up, surprised.] N: Damn you. Burn in Hell. Va au diable! [Nick gives the stake another shove and skewers LaCroix to the wall. As he watches the burnt-paper remnants of his master drift to the floor, Nick cradles Alyce's body in his arms and weeps without tears. Sirens.] COMMERCIAL Dark Knight pt 2, transcript, part five ======================================== [Museum. Nat and Nick are looking at a display case containing Nick's jade cup.] NA: [Reading the dedication plaque on the case.] "In the memory of Dr. Alyce Hunter." N: She wanted to live forever. NA: So did you. It's very seductive, isn't it? The idea of never dying. N: Yeah. And...never being able to be in love. Is that seductive? She had no idea. No. Alyce and LaCroix, *they're* the lucky ones. NA: Oh, come on, you don't mean that. N: If you hadn't given me the transfusion-- NA: You would have starved to death. Or is *that* why you wanted to become mortal again--to die? Or is it to live, and love like a human being? N: God, I was that close. [Nat gestures back towards the cup.] NA: Are there any more like it? N: Ah, nobody really knows. I guess I'll just have to keep looking. NA: And eating. [Nick laughs, then spins around to catch Nat about the shoulders with his arm in an affectionate half-hug.] N: Do you think you can really bring me back over? NA: Well, all we can do is keep trying. [Schanke appears from upstairs.] S: Ah--you guys ready? I gotta get home for some shut-eye. [They begin to walk towards the exit.] You really owe me on this one, Knight. Let's count up what I did: I, ah, put together the uh, hospital leads, the blood bank info, um...what else did I do? N: What about the car? S: Oh, yeah, I remember, Knight. Do you realize you've got a pint of grade-A Schanke running through you? [Nick stops.] N: What? The transfusion? Nat, you didn't. NA: Sorry, he was the only available donor. S: So I guess from now on you won't be able to walk past a souvlaki stand without feeling the urge. [Nat and Schanke laugh; Nick is not amused.] You know, there's one thing I don't get, Nat, though. NA: What's that? S: Well, I understand this whole story about Jeannie, that she's B negative so the guy thinks he kills her but he doesn't drain her blood. I got that. But what about Fenner himself? NA: What about him? S: Well, if he was the guy taking the blood, why was his body missing two pints when we found him? [Nick and Nat are stuck for a second. An instant of panic. Then:] N: Evaporation. S: Oh, come on. No. NA: [Catching on.] A--absolutely. The--heat from the fire sucked up, as it were, the blood from his body. N: [Whispers to Nat:] He'll buy it. S: Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. Yeah, sure, right. Evaporation. Makes perfect sense. [Schanke pulls out a cigarette and starts to light it.] NA: Fastest way to a coffin. N: One of them, anyway. S: You guys are starting to sound like my wife. I am trying to quit, all right? I am trying--Will you stop looking at me like that? You guys have *no* idea what it's like to live with an addiction. [Nick and Nat look at each other, roll their eyes, and walk off. Schanke follows them.] I'll make it up to you. I really will. [The view changes to a high shot, through the skylight. Schanke hesitates, then hands his cigarettes and lighter to Nick and Nat. Nat and Schanke walk off, but Nick lags behind. He looks around, as if sensing something, then walks ahead to rejoin his friends. The camera pulls farther back to reveal a figure looking through the skylight. It is Alyce--as a vampire. She looks down on the scene as the wind outside blows her clothes and hair, and she draws back her lips to reveal gleaming white fangs.] [Flying shot over the city.] [Fade to black] COMMERCIAL END CREDITS