The Breed Page #3

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He doesn't like to limit himself.

He's at the top of

my list of suspects.

So what's keeping us?

Miss, if you'd accompany us...

...you might be of assistance

in questioning Boudreaux.

Let me change my clothes.

She knows something.

She knows many things not

necessarily connected to our case.

She's trying to play me.

She's always like that.

There's no point in bringing her.

She's hiding something,

which means she's coming.

Which means we'll be here awhile.

- Allow me.

- Thank you.

- I'll do the talking.

- Anyone tell you your approach sucks?

I guess we're in.

Now, take us to Boudreaux.

Ready for the nightlife, Mr. Grant?

Be gone! You tamper with forces

far beyond your comprehension.

He didn't just say that.

Quit the Anne Rice routine.

We're not amused.

What can I say,

I got a great life.

The costume, the accent,

gets me all the ass I can handle.

If this is about sex and drugs,

I got no control over my clientele.

This time it's not about drugs,

my friend.

And it's not about sex.

It's about Graf Orlock.

He's missing.

Well, Orlock and I,

we have common interests.

We're not close. If he's not

home, I don't know what to say.

Boudreaux, you know better

than to lie to me.

Since you know him so well,

you can tell me...

...about the connection between him

and the murders.

Orlock's a p*ssy, not a killer.

That's what I told you.

What's a killer doing

hiding in his basement?

- West.

- Hello, Aaron.

Keep an eye on him.

His rap sheet was on your desk.

Feel like telling me who he is?

Keeping secrets from your partner,

Aaron?

Where's the trust?

His name is West.

He's leader of the opposition

to Cross.

He believes exposing ourselves

to humans is suicidal.

Not " believes. "

Knows. I've seen witch hunts.

Slavery...

...the massacre of millions of Jews,

Aaron.

I realize that war between us

is inevitable.

- Boudreaux?

- Orlock!

- Oh, crap.

- Jesus!

He's mine. Cover West.

Come and get me, human.

Orlock? Ah, sh*t!

- Freeze, f***er!

- Come and get me.

Stop laughing!

F*** you!

You're all so pathetic. Humans!

Come and get me.

- Allow me.

- Let go! I'm too heavy!

Is everyone all right?

Everyone's fine.

Except West, he's dead.

Is he?

Yeah.

What the-?

Going somewhere?

Damn it!

You'll be happy to know West got away,

though he won't get far.

But Orlock's dead. So...

- Tell us what we want to know.

- What were they doing here?

Go to hell.

Wrong answer?

- I thrive on pain.

- Well...

Steven, no.

Not feeling talkative, huh?

You still got one left.

No, wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait!

Orlock called, asked me to set up

a meeting with West.

- Why?

- I don't know. West didn't either.

Orlock was scared.

I've never heard him like that.

What was West planning?

Some big operation. A big deal.

He said he'd fill me in on it today.

Now none of us gets to find out.

Let me explain the concept

of " partners. "

Why don't you?

Partners work together as a team.

They don't hold back information.

This West is a militant

revolutionary...

...who thinks that humans

are the great Satan.

And you decide

he's not worth mentioning.

He's been underground a long time.

It's strange he's here.

Great.

Any other leading citizens

you forgot to mention?

That's enough.

- Maybe a Hitler type...

- That's enough.

...who'd like to put us all in camps?

That's enough.

What?

I thought you might like to come in...

...to talk about the case.

Are you serious?

So let's talk about the case.

Is that why you're here?

If I knew,

I probably wouldn't be here.

I'm moved that you care at all

what I think.

Yeah, well, I should probably have

my head examined.

You are a top homicide detective.

The weight of the world

is on your shoulders.

We know from the way

you relate to women...

...you want to be a hero to them.

A protector.

But they scare you.

At some level, you hate them.

I'm going to say...

...abusive mother.

A younger sister you protected.

Am I right?

I'm sorry.

I don't know when to...

So you figured me out.

I guess we're done here.

Absolutely. All you have to do

is get by the cat.

Sh*t...

Any other way out of here?

I'm afraid not.

Locked in a house with a vampire.

I used to have nightmares like this

when I was a kid.

- Whiskey.

- Yes, sir.

I never did like the taste.

I owe you an apology.

The Hitler line.

No. We've all done things...

...we later regret.

I lost my family to the Nazis.

- You're Jewish?

- Yes. Polish.

Gray is an Anglicized name.

That was a long time ago...

...when the Nazis

took everything we had.

And I decided...

...my family would not be led

like sheep to be slaughtered.

So we fled...

...through the sewers...

...and into the forests.

But this was the middle of winter.

We escaped the soldiers...

...but not the cold.

When he found us...

...my wife and daughter were dead.

And I was close to following them.

He gave me life

and a reason to exist.

You want to die with your child...

...with your wife?

Or live, and take revenge?

I found them in a bar...

...drinking.

My daughter's body

was frozen to the ground.

And they were singing.

A Jew!

What do you want? You piece of sh*t!

You Jewish piece of sh*t!

Sounds like they got

what they deserved.

Everybody's got that rage

inside of them. Everybody.

It started as revenge...

...but then when

I tasted human blood...

...everything else was forgotten.

The blood lust took control.

And it was that moment...

...that I realized what was inside me.

What I'd become.

What's it like?

What?

Biting into flesh and finding blood.

Is it like getting high?

It's a place you never want to visit.

Come on. Let's go to work.

Graf Orlock

is one of Cross' lieutenants.

The other is Dean Fusco.

We have to find him.

What, here?

He has an attachment

to his family life.

This is the family crypt.

His mother's in there.

You know Italians and their mothers.

- He's been here recently.

- How do you know?

I can smell him.

Some of us gotta get by

on police work alone, pal.

- Have you noticed anything strange?

- Besides the obvious?

Every time we need a lead,

someone is willing to supply it.

The killer waits for you and

your partner to see his crime.

Then again at Orlock's,

tossing the book into the fire...

...knowing I'll be able to save it.

Why is he making it obvious

he's one of us?

Do you think we're

being led by the nose?

Are you saying this case

is too easy?

If the killer is smart enough to

use you, me and everyone else...

...it's far from easy.

I can't believe he doesn't fillet you.

He trusts me. I'm not sure

I can say the same for you.

You still flinch when I touch you.

And you're brooding about something

but you won't tell me what.

- Sorry. It's hard to get used to.

- What I am?

Trusting someone.

As for what's on my mind,

it's this case.

We've hit a wall.

We're trying to find this guy.

Dean Fusco.

Dean was turned in 1941.

He was always kind of stuck there.

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