Among the Shadows

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Why don't you go to the European police?

Because I think it's one of you.

I have a feeling I'm gonna wish

I never answered that call.

I already do.

President Sherman

is running his first election campaign,

nearly two years after his referendum compromise

lifted him to acting-president

of the newly-formed European Federation.

John Kilborn and President Sherman

met and shook hands

in the Palais du Congress in Bruxelles

after each spoke to the conf...

First Lady Patricia Sherman

addressed delegates in Paris

on behalf of her husband's campaign.

I'm immensely proud of our European Federation.

We will use our fears to stay the United States of Europe

and become a stronger, more peaceful order,

as an example to the rest of the world,

something my husband wanted for so long,

to unite us all.

As far back as I can recall,

they've been at war.

Codes established.

Every so often, something occurs

to set off the balance,

to tip the scales.

This is where it gets complicated.

Peace of God, which passeth all understanding.

Keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God.

Blessing of God Almighty,

the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

be amongst you and remain with you always.

It's time.

Bon appétit.

Hello, darling, it's me. I'm delayed.

He's late as usual.

So, uh, but do wait up for me.

I love you very much. Okay.

Your wallet.

On the hood. Now.

Don't shoot.

- Now! - I'm getting it.

Your Rolex also.

Now the briefcase.

Allow me to take out the contents, at least.

Briefcase on the hood.

You know, I'm quite fond of this suit,

and I really don't think you want to put a hole in it.

Well, silver bullet make big holes.

Who are you?

I know you. Who are you?

Sorry, Harry. Nothing personal.

Uncle Harry, how are you?

- I've been shot. - Good one!

Auntie Emma catch you eating before dinner again?

This time...

it's a silver bullet.

What did you say?

What are you talking about?

Shh. It's Randall.

- Rand... Randall Jackson? - Yes.

Now, listen to me...

- You know I love you. - Harry, where are you?

Harry?

Harry!

Harry, stay with me!

I'm coming to get you, Harry! Stay there.

Excuse me. Move. Move!

Lieutenant Hunter! Detective Hunter.

Detective Hunter!

Let her through.

So, uh, it's a mugging gone bad.

No ID. Wallet's missing.

Got an anonymous tip.

No ID on the shooter.

Bastien!

It's McGregor.

What's she doing here?

Private investigator on my crime murder scene?

Shouldn't you be out chasing

some cheating wives or husbands?

The victim was Wolfe's uncle.

Really? How interesting.

You okay?

Yeah. I've had better nights.

Do you wanna tell me what a presidential campaign manager

was doing down here at this time of night?

I don't know, Lieutenant.

I'm off to Lieutenant McGregor's house.

I'm sure I can find a cheating wife there.

Smart ass.

What do we have? Gauge?

Forty-five.

Motive?

I want a full autopsy done.

Go through this with a fine-tooth comb.

Get that report first thing in the morning, Bastien.

Good job tonight.

Blaze, come on.

What do you think is the difference

between people and wolves?

They're animals, silly. I'm not an animal.

Well, no, not like...

Not the same as them, no.

Like me...

when I discovered...

I had an animal inside of me.

Maybe you will too.

Maybe you will discover the animal inside of you.

Understand?

Ms. Wolfe? The private investigator?

My name is Jean Tesaud.

I work for the First Lady, Patricia Sherman.

Okay.

Ms. Sherman requests a meeting with you

at your residence or offices

to discuss a matter.

May I ask what this is regarding?

No. It's a private matter,

and your every discretion will be greatly appreciated.

I see.

Please. Take a seat, Mrs. Sherman.

What can I help you with?

- I want to hire you. - For what?

Someone wants to kill my husband.

He is the president, after all.

The call asked if we got the message.

Harry.

Why don't you go to the European police?

Because I think it's one of you.

By me, you mean...

A werewolf.

And what makes you so sure it's one of us

and not one of you?

And by you, I mean vampire.

Your kind are a lot more vicious than us.

And stronger.

He said he knew what my husband was.

Why would a vamp marry a wolf?

Because I love him.

Both candidates wolves.

If only the humans knew.

Five thousand up front, plus expenses.

Here's ten.

Come see me if you run out.

Do you know Randall Jackson?

No. Should I?

He's one of my kind.

Suspect?

Yeah. He killed Harry.

How do you know that?

Money in the hand always jars my memory.

Do the police know about it?

No, not yet.

And I want to find him before they do.

Here's my private number.

Call me if you just happen to remember anything else.

Does it burn you that we have all the power in the Federation?

You mean drunks or wolves?

Wolves.

You're weak, but stronger than the rest.

You already have the desire.

I'll give you everything you need.

We're not doing this.

Get out of my head.

Fine. Please keep me updated.

Vamps and humans never bother me.

Nothing much does.

But Harry's dead,

and I've got the president's wife

asking me to figure out who it was.

I think I'm gonna regret ever answering that call.

I already do.

They seem to have no idea about who runs their city.

Decisive vote for apathy.

I think they know.

The werewolves and vampires

accept their support graciously,

and that graciousness is all they ask in return

for compliance.

Hey! How about some service in here

whilst I'm still a pup?

What?

You got a problem, bub?

Yeah. This place is a dump.

Missed you, Frank.

Ah, my little Wolfie-wolf.

How come you don't come around no more?

Your old lady threatened to hurt me if I ever came back.

I believe the exact term was "spay."

She's always been the jealous type.

Want your usual? Hair of the Wolf?

Your jokes are worse than her spaying.

Sorry about Harry.

He was a class act.

Another wolf has passed on!