Demon Squad: Tooth and Claw

(somber music)

Got some good news and some bad news.

Gimme the good.

Good news, it's definitely a ghoul.

And the bad?

It's hungry.

Very, very hungry.

You got eyes on it yet?

Nothing yet, but I'm watching,

and you need to watch that shoelace.

Daisy, I don't know how you do it.

Can I get a medium match a latte with almond milk

and the biggest darkest roast you got for Daisy?

Don't worry about how I do it.

Just be glad that I do.

I'm a detective,

How is basically the number one thing I concern myself with.

What about why?

If there's time.

Moon?

Nick?

Shit!

Yeah, still hate Mardi Gras.

Hmm...

Dais, we have a second vic.

This ghoul means business.

Daisy?

I am sorry, Skip.

Truly am.

(monster grunting)

Ah! (Sparks crackling)

Little help, Dais.

(sparks crackling)

Oh!

Aw!

Wherever I end up next,

I'm taking some of you with me.

Come on.

(object plopping)

You owe me a cup of coffee.

Hold your horses, I'm coming.

Damn!

Somebody better be in a lot of trouble.

Who's there?

It's Moon. (Sighing)

Open up.

Ah!

Somebody is trouble.

I said, we should go to a hospital,

but what does this one say?

- I need Hank. - I need Hank.

Well,

lack of insurance aside.

It's like making a bet against yourself.

This sort of thing ain't exactly taught in med school.

No argument there, Daisy, by the way.

Oh, where are my manners?

Hank, Daisy;

Daisy, Hank.

He was my you before you.

Hank Treme, spiritualistic, esoteric techie

also dabble in watercolors.

Hell, it's like a haunted hayride in there.

So you're the empath, I heard about you.

Empath has a name,

yet Nick's never mentioned yours.

Great.

Well, now the introductions are out of the way,

somebody wanna help me with not dying?

Bagoom be with you.

You trust this guy.

With my life. (Chuckling)

What's got you spooked?

I'm not spooked, (utensil clinking)

It's just...

You are jealous.

- I'm not jealous. - Oh, I must be dying

because I never thought

I lived to see Daisy O'Reilly jealous.

You call me jealous one more time,

you'll be dead, not dying. (Nick chuckling)

(Nick sighing)

He's probably more threatened by you than you are by him.

You're thinking of bears.

- Okay. - Ah!

Kettle's on.

Come on, Hank!

Don't you have something stronger?

Nicholas, this ain't the kind of tea

that you have biscuits with.

What's wrong with him?

Arrogance, terrible social skills.

Could use a shave.

But mystically speaking,

he's just this side of tapped out.

Guys, all I need is a little rest and

Listen, you're in my house

rapidly losing your reputation as death-defying,

you don't get a say.

Yes, sir.

Usually ain't the patient with a bad bedside manner.

Careful, it's hot.

- Hmm. (Grunting) - What did I just...

Oh! (Sighing)

What happened to my beautiful battle glove?

That's my spitfire gauntlet.

Daisy made some adjustments over the years.

Including a better name.

Be nice!

Sweet baby. (Nick sighing)

What did this mean lady do to you?

This mean lady improved accuracy,

reduced overall weight,

and added a few extra surprises

that would definitely (Nick sighing)

Void the warranty if it had one.

Guys, I am literally dying here.

Can we get back to the problem at hand?

The problem is not the problem,

problems have solutions.

The problem is, you don't like the solution.

The solution is unacceptable,

which makes it another problem.

Hold up!

You knew something was wrong.

You didn't tell her.

Didn't tell me what?

A good mystic,

which Moon is not

uses crystals or gemstones

as a power source for their magics.

For our more shall we say nitty-gritty conjurers,

the magic pulls from their own physical energy

or life force each time they use it.

For most people, regular exercise

and not eating something that you order from a speaker

is enough to keep them in shape,

they can recharge themselves.

You know when you have a phone,

screen's cracked, little charge,

gotta keep it plugged in all the time.

Yeah.

I give you Nick Moon.

What did he just... Eh, uh-huh-huh!

Bad for the plant.