The Breed

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Plenty of police cruisers out.

We can knock off.

Come on.

We're NSA, field work isn't our job.

Let's go home.

I want dinner and a hot bath

waiting for me.

And wear that black G-string.

I told you, I love you.

I'm not in love with you.

Why look for a stolen van?

Talk to the locals,

maybe they saw something.

Not that anybody here

ever sees anything.

Hey, I grew up in this kind

of neighbourhood.

And how often did you help out

the cops?

Look.

Clear.

Nothing.

Looks like you been here a while.

Yeah. It's my thinking place.

See anyone leave that van

while you were thinking?

Maybe her?

Your approach sucks.

You never heard

of positive reinforcement?

You know, the reward system?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Is that positive enough for you,

or do you want me to reinforce you?

Okay, okay.

Up there, the light. The light.

All right?

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Wait.

Government agents!

Get your hands up!

Get up with your hands raised...

...or I'll blow your brains

all over the wall.

Get up!

Get up! And stop f***ing laughing.

Put your dick down

and pick up the phone. You there?

Don't forget about dinner.

Gina's having London broil.

If you put ketchup on it,

she'll kill you, then me.

Don't let me down, partner.

See you, buddy.

Informing upon your enemy

makes them your friend.

That which we cannot speak about,

we must pass over in silence.

Section chief, please.

The open hand cannot grasp discipline.

Section chief, please.

Steven Grant is present.

Fine. Steven Grant has

clearance. I'll be down.

Thank you.

The open hand cannot grasp discipline.

The Capitol saw your report.

- Yeah. I was expecting this.

- No.

You weren't expecting this.

Informing on your enemy

makes them your friend.

Comrade.

Privacy is illusion.

Two steps forward...

...half a step back.

Mr. Grant, Arthur Kellman, director

of the National Security Agency.

Mr. Grant, meet John Seward,

deputy chief of Central Security.

Good to see you healthy.

- And officer Aaron Gray.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- We read the report.

- I know it's unreal.

We believe you.

Maybe we should

show him the videotape.

- That's why we believe you.

- You caught him!

Not him.

That's not the man you fought.

It has to be. How many

have teeth like that?

Roughly 4000, worldwide,

as far as we can discover.

You're shitting me big time.

Now, gentlemen, please follow me.

It's a genetic offshoot of humanity.

An evolutionary mutation.

Their lifespan is measured

in hundreds of years.

They're incredibly strong. Any

nonfatal wound heals in seconds.

- And they need blood to survive.

- Dr. Bathory.

The victim:
female, Caucasian,

22 years old...

...found hanging with bound hands

and feet and clothes ripped.

Symmetrical lacerations

across the neck...

...severing the carotid artery

and the jugular veins.

The tissue is frayed as if torn...

...not sheared, as you'd expect

with a knife or blade.

The x-rays show crush fractures

of the carpals.

Anything else, doctor?

There are six victims

with one thing in common:

Perforations of the esophagus,

with multiple lacerations.

In plain English, their throats were

ripped out and their blood drained.

Their reflexes, movements

are so much faster than ours.

They exist in an uncanny world,

a parallel universe.

They can blend in like an ordinary

human, unless they choose not to.

Vampires?

They're a cell mutation of the human

species, a different kind of breed.

- And there are 4000 of these things?

- Yeah.

- How do we get rid of them?

- We don't. They're not hostile.

They revealed themselves to us

last year.

" Not hostile. "

The one that killed my partner

was pretty damn hostile!

He was a renegade. A deviant.

There's vampires who ain't deviant?

Their desires are no different

than most people's.

- Safety, security-

- Blood.

We don't feed on human blood. We've

developed a synthetic substitute.

We? We?

Promise me you just didn't

f***ing say "we. "

What makes you such a goddamn expert?

You haven't told him.

- Hold it, Grant.

- Aaron, would you step outside?

We were hoping you'd work with him.

They're immune to virtually all

disease, and that's only a start.

The potential benefits of integrating

with them are incalculable.

Don't think we've done

this casually.

We've taken all necessary precautions

in controlling their population.

- What precautions?

- That's classified.

But that is until we see your

willingness to fit into this project.

I've got to fit in with them?

If a Puerto Rican had killed your

partner, you'd exterminate them all?

Puerto Ricans don't bench-press

trucks! Or drink blood.

Neither do they.

They've evolved.

Increasing their population by turning

humans into vampires is suicide.

I don't think you want

someone else to find Phil's killer.

Aaron is the best man

in their police force.

He wants this killer

as badly as you do.

You must get that a lot.

Sometimes.

- This must have come as quite a shock.

- Do me a favour.

Don't try to be my pal.

Let's just go to work.

Phil got bit in the neck.

There's no way he'll become

one of you, is there?

For one to be transformed,

there must be an exchange of blood.

Even when that happens, 20% of the

population is naturally immune.

Don't worry, unintentional infection

is minimal.

You actually fought him,

and you're still alive.

I am impressed.

Well, you just made my day.

Did anything strike you as unusual,

aside from the obvious?

Actually, yeah.

He's killed six others.

No eyewitnesses, nothing.

This time there's an eyewitness.

He parked his van in plain sight.

Could be he got careless...

...or wanted to get caught.

Not necessarily caught, but seen.

This is a critical time for us.

We've just revealed our existence

to you.

It's a decision

not all of us supported.

Someone may not want an alliance

with humanity to succeed.

And that someone...

...has still got a taste

for the real thing.

It's broad f***ing daylight.

Aren't you supposed to be

bursting into flames?

That only happens in movies.

We prefer night. The sun's a minor

irritant. That's why I wear glasses.

Well, I do like the shades.

- You wanted to go over your notes.

- Yes. They're at headquarters.

Where's that? Transylvania?

You should be

in the movies, Mr. Grant.

"Serenity"? You've gotta be kidding.

Definitely worth the trip.

Hungry, Mr. Grant?

I bet they make

a great blood sausage.

- A sixth consecutive

murder victim...

...killed in the same horrifying

manner as the rest.

Throat brutally cut...

...and all blood drained

from the body.

Police continue to say they have

promising leads...

...but public outcry is growing

with each new killing.

This is Arthuria Homer...

...with a special news bulletin.

My son!

Get your hands off my son!

Back off f***er!

You are scaring my son!

You shouldn't bring him here.

- Go. Go!

- Get him out of here.

It's all right.

- It's all right.

- Get out!

The boy is fine.

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