V Wars

Oh, God.

Hello?

It's Claire O'Hagan. I need you in the situation room, right away.

Okay.

Okay.

She call you?

Mm. 5:32.

You?

5:34.

It's like you're at attention.

She's regional director.

Since we didn't get to have breakfast, you want this?

Oh... no.

Thanks, I'm not hungry.

Gentlemen.

Good morning.

Two dead cops.

No Fayne...

no leads on whereabouts,

no cure for this thing in sight.

As far as dumpster fires go, gentlemen, can pin a blue ribbon on this operation.

Fifteen of us spread out in those woods, and we couldn't even lay eyes on him.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

He's been on the run for four days, and he's barely left the county.

Why do you think that is?

I mean, if he... if he's this elusive and this strong,

why not just cross the border and disappear?

I think it's because part of him, the good part of him,

the part that I know, wants to turn himself in.

Listen to me.

If I could just talk to him, face to face,

I could convince him to surrender.

You have 24 hours to bring him in.

- Wh... - That's how long Washington

has given us to find Fayne,

or the military steps in.

I recommended that you stay on and assist CDC, but...

But what?

- You're gonna hand me back to the police? - That's up to you, Doctor.

I am not leaving my son.

He'd be with Child Services. He would be safe.

You know I can't do that.

Which is why you're gonna find Fayne and bring him in.

The infection is spreading faster than any of us could have anticipated.

There is no telling how many people have turned.

Maybe they're hiding in fear, maybe they're resisting the urge to feed.

But every time they switch on the news and see Patient Zero, Michael Fayne,

thriving, feeding without consequence, it gives them hope.

We can't have that.

Twenty-four hours, Doctor.

Help!

There was major trauma to his neck.

There was nothing we could do. The wounds were too severe.

- Thank you. - I'm sorry, sir.

- Fuck me. - What the hell was that?

Could this be the same thing that killed that family?

I don't know.

It's these fucking vampires. We need to do something.

Like what, Steve? We don't even know where to start.

There's a rumor going around that Ron O'Malley killed the Wilsons.

- I say we track him down. - Yeah.

I think I know where to find his daughter.

Why can't we go back to the house every once in a while?

Because it's a crime scene.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

And every day is just a picnic for me.

We're both going through a lot of stuff here,

so... let's not start taking it out on each other, okay?

This work that you do, it's just research, right?

Science stuff?

Mm-hm.

It's what I do.

I mean, you're not doing anything dangerous, right?

They have people to handle that end.

Don't worry, kiddo.

Dad, I may be a kid, but I'm not stupid.

I know that there's stuff to worry about.

Cheers.

Another nine reported serial killer attacks last night,

all fatal, and it's reported the victims had their necks torn out.

- Stay tuned for a special report... - Almost finished, Bobby.

It's a scourge upon us.

Yeah.

Havin' fun?

Now, normally, I would bring you along slowly, but...

you're my smartest guy.

So I'm gonna give you a little job, and you're gonna do it right,

and you're gonna get your patch.

Thanks, Bobby.

What is it?

Come back here tonight and shoot him in the head.

What?

Why?

Because he's a fuckin' vampire, retard.

How do you know he's a vampire?

'Cause I have a gift.

I was put here to kill vampires.

Yup.

When he closes at nine...

don't disappoint me.

The Bureau says to drop the RICO case, at least for now.

After eight months?

Tracking the cocaine supply is on ice, so sit tight.

Stay with Bobby, follow the vampire thread.

No way. I can't.

What are you talkin' about?

His mechanic, Mendoza. Bobby thinks he's a vampire.

He wants me to kill him tonight.

- Fuck you! I'm not gonna do it. - Bobby was right about Monster.

- Let's see if he's right about Mendoza. - The guy's unstable!

It's not a request, it's an order...

Agent.

We're gonna run that now, if you wanna look in.

Geoprofiling.

What?

It's a crime prediction protocol I'm working with.

It uses event mapping to find serial killers.

That's how I located the victim from the other night.

I want to see if it happens again.

It might lead us to Michael Fayne.

At this point, I'll try anything.

Great, thanks.

We've received the initial test results from the dentist's DNA.

Morning, ma'am.

Agent.

Hey. It's Ava, right?

Ron O'Malley's daughter?

So?

I'm Niles Woodson.

This is my buddy Steve.

Oh, I know who you are.

We're concerned about your dad. No one's seen him for a while.

That gas can looks heavy. Put it in the back, we'll give you a ride.

Aww.

You're supposed to offer me candy first.

Now, how about you get out of my face?

What is it?

We're supposed to be running I2P, but the tunneling protocol's wrong.

Okay. English, please.

The countermeasures I use to mask our location.

- The ones you said were impenetrable? - They're disabled.

See these pings?

Someone's been using a traceroute for the last hour.

We have to go.

- You go. - What?

No. No... I'm... I'm not leaving you.

- It's an order. - What order? You don't even pay me.

I'll meet you at Beanie's in 15.

What's the matter with you?

I love you.

Look.

If you stay,

it won't make a difference between us at all.

So save yourself.

What took you so long?

How are you doin', Miss Vo?

I'll have to get my fucking hair done after this.

I'm sorry, we didn't get that.

- I said I'm fucking bored. - Oh, we understand.

But you also need to respect the very real damage

you're doing to millions of people.

Yeah.

Yeah, the whole truth thing is a bitch.

So you've got two options.

One, shut down your site immediately.

Or two, we could put you in admin.

What's admin?

Close custody under a mountain in Colorado.

Might see a human every three or four days.

A guy from Morocco is the current record holder,

some seven and a quarter years, I believe.

Keeps trying to beat his brains out.

So, two choices.

Pick one.

You know, I am amazed how you guys totally fucked this up.

DNS, right?

Can you spell your name for me?

I wanna make sure it's right when I post them.

Hm.

You recognize your partner, Jergen Weber?

He's sitting at Beanie's Coffee as we speak.

- He's not my partner. - He's been wanted in the UK since 2014.

- What's your point? - No family, no green card.

No one to miss him.

- This is beyond your risk tolerance. - Do you have him?

They're waiting on go.

Go ahead and shoot him.

If we kill him,

we pretty much have to kill you too.

So what's it going to be, Kaylee?

Hey, Luther, remember you said we weren't dealing with Hollywood vampires

- who leave little holes on the neck? - Huh?

Look at this. When the cops picked him up, he had no memory.

He behaved like a junkie.

Unidentified biological narcotic in his system. That sounds fun.

This may sound crazy,

but I went looking through folklore, and get this -

when Bram Stoker wrote Dracula,

he based it off of Eastern European legends