Vampires

How's it look?

Like another New Mexican shithole.

Perfect spot for a nest.

Let's hit it.

All right. Gio?

Bene dica vow omnipotens deus.

In nomine Patrius, et Filius, et Spiritus Sanctus. Amen.

- Amen. - Everything set?

Ready, boss.

Alright, we think we got a nest inside this place.

Figure at least six goons, maybe more.

Chances are, we'll find the master in there somewhere.

Rule number five: If you find the nest you find the master.

He usually won't leave it on it's own.

So it's strictly by the book today, gentlemen.

Questions?

Let's get to work.

- I'll do it, boss. - My turn.

Anthony.

Easy with that door. Slow...

and easy.

Sorry, boss.

Jesus!

- What was that? - I don't know.

Did I wake you up out there, Montoya?

Relax. Dead body. Bled out and cold. Been here awhile.

Dead body. Bled out and cold.

Suck it up.

Bambi!

Get it off!

Dump her! Hold your fire!

Get it off now!

Now fire!

What?

I don't know, Padre, hang on a minute.

What's going on in there, boys?

Hey Deyo, don't make fucking hanging, what's going on in there?

Yeah, we got a live one. Female goon.

We'll save her for you, Montoya.

Open wide, baby.

Come on, Anthony, stick her!

- Clear! Stake her! - Pull her!

Montoya, we got a fish! Go! Go!

Go for Montoya.

We're losing him!

Bambi, reload!

Shit!

Catlin!

Safety on, boss!

- Got it? - Clear! Clear!

Oh, Lord.

Reload.

Hey! Come on, right here.

Die! Die!

Die!

Fucking die! Die!

There you go.

Fuck it! Not only ugly, smells bad. Oh, Jeez!

Give me the radio.

- Everybody okay? - Yeah, boss.

Montoya, we got another one. He's dead. Send in the cable. Hook him up.

Yeah, give me a minute, alright?

May her soul and the souls of all the people departed...

with the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

Nothing like a little head, eh, Padre?

Okay, boys. Time to mop it up.

Deyo, Ortega, Bambi. Upstairs.

Catlin, Anthony, Davis.

- Basement. - Got it.

Enjoy the barbecue, baby!

- Alright! - Yeah!

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven, eight...

nine!... Goons, man!

- It's not a bad day's work. -...that's my lucky number.

You're the man.

What is it, Jack? Is something wrong?

Yeah... Where was the master?

Want us to check the house one more time?

He's not there.

You don't suppose there's another nest somewhere, do you?

Sure as hell better not be.

All right.

- Let's get out of here. - Get the hookers!

Thank you for all your help.

Yeah Father, I've spent the last two weeks...

running whores and buying out liquor stores for these bunch.

- When the hell are they gonna leave? - We're clearing out tomorrow.

I can't say that I'm sorry to hear it.

You get that little package from us?

Yeah, I got it.

Good, you're happy then.

You all work together?

That's right.

What do you do?

We kill vampires.

I briefed Rome. They're wiring a payment to the Monterey account.

- Thanks, Gio. - Also, Cardinal Alba's flying into Santa Fe.

- He wants to meet with you tomorrow. - Tomorrow is my day off.

Jack, not anymore.

Listen.

What do you figure happened to the master?

I don't know, Padre.

A master won't usually leave a nest filled with goons.

Yeah, what says he's still in New Mexico? You know, he could be anywhere by now.

Why would he run? It's not like he knew we were coming.

No, really. What do you guys do?

I'm not kidding. We kill vampires.

Hey, Catlin, tell the lady what we do for a living.

Kill vampires. Hunt them down.

Kick the shit out of them.

Right.

I know how you feel, baby. Nobody believes in vampires.

See, the thing is, we know vampires are stalking the earth.

We also know there's a God too.

We just don't understand him.

Nice party.

Yeah.

So you look like you got something other than me on your mind.

Then telling me about it?

I was just looking for something today, I didn't find it.

- That can be a real pain in the ass. - Yeah.

Maybe you should try looking somewhere else?

I can tell you where you might want to start.

Well, Jesus, you're right.

I should've been looking in a whole different place.

So why don't you get me something to drink?

And we can meet back in your...

room.

That's the first good idea I heard today.

Deyo, give me a couple beers, will you?

You're magnificent, you know? Have I ever told you that?

- You better slow down, Padre. - No, no, I'm... I'm... I'm not drunk.

- Oh, really? - No, no, no, no.

What, are you on acid?

Doesn't it feel beautiful?

Something you'll never forget.

I know I won't.

- I think we're out of beer. - Are we now.

I think we ought to knock over a liquor store.

Hell, why not? I don't give a shit anymore.

Oh, no, no, no, no... I... I... I'm...

I got beer.

Got beer in the other room.

Fucking people. I don't know why I got to take care of everybody.

And you.

- You... You don't go anywhere. - Okay.

I got plans for you.

Jack Crow.

No!

- Quick! The pickup. - Keys!

Come on! Come with me!

Did he bite you?

Wait!

I can use you. Come here.

Come on!

Leave the bitch! She's fucking dead anyway!

Just take her. I can use her. Go!

Step on it, Montoya! Goddamn it!

- Hit it! - I'm going!

Jesus Christ, Jack! He's right behind us!

Come on! Come on! Go!

Hit it!

Kill him!

Fuck.

You okay?

Can you walk?

You alive? Come on!

Come on.

- What're you doing? - She's going with us. Oh, fuck!

He just bit her, man!

She hasn't turned yet. Come on.

Well, she's on her way!

It's under 48 hours, the telepathic link with the master won't hold.

So what!

After she'll start receiving his thoughts, seeing what he sees!

Exactly. Like a surveillance camera.

So we can find him and shove a stick right up his ass!

I'm going to use this piece of shit...

to get to the master and whoever tipped him off.

Come on, Tony. We were set up. He knew my fucking name! Come on.

- Come on. - Who the fuck set us up?

I don't know, but I want the son of a bitch.

Can you walk? Hey!

Wake up! Can you walk? Are you with me?

Come on!

Do you hear me? Well?

This ain't my first time to the dance. Let's go.

Hey, cowboy!

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm going to borrow your car.

Just say, "Help yourself".

- You want me to say what? - Shut the fuck up! Or..

I'll blow your fucking teeth out of the back of your head, asshole.

Back off!

Help yourself, boy.

Much obliged, partner.

Come on! Come on!

Get in!