Night Hunter

Secured upstairs.

It's gonna be okay, Jack.

You're safe.

Dad, I wanna help you.

You're too important to us.

Oh, I hate the smell of this stuff.

Yeah, so do they.

(crickets chirping)

Hold onto this, son.

Never let it outta your sight.

Jack, you promise me, no matter what you hear,

no matter what happens,

don't come out from your hiding place.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Mary!

Let me in.

It's me, Sid.

Open the door!

Sid, you know I can't open the door!

You can't just leave me out here to die, Mary.

Please, Mary!

Sid, it's too late, the sun has already set.

Open the door, Mary.

Christ's sakes.

Mary, it's not like I'm some stranger, just open the door!

Are you alone?

There's nobody else out there?

Yes, Tom, I'm alone.

Just open the door, Tom.

No.

We can't just leave him out there to die.

He's our friend.

Thank god.

Let me in, thank god.

Thank god.

I thought you guys were never gonna let me in.

Sid, what are you doing here?

I had to come, I had to warn you.

Drop the gun, Mary!

Sorry, Tom.

They made me an offer, man.

Eternal life!

You know how their blood has to power to heal, man.

Well, if you drink an ounce every year

you live forever, man.

Without even becoming a vampire.

You're one of us.

A hunter!

Not anymore I'm not, man.

Always knew that joke was gonna be your downfall, man.

Mom, wake up.

What good fortune.

The list of secret families.

You've done well, Mr. Romero.

How many generations of your family did

it take to compile this?

Now it's over.

Mom, wake up.

Wake up.

Mom.

Mom.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

Now it's up to you.

I love you, son.

I love you, too.

Get out of here, Jack.

But I don't wanna leave you.

Run!

Never trust anyone!

All dead?

The entire family?

The child is missing.

The boy.

I'd like to make a toast.

To our little family and our impending reunion.

Argento, 1857?

Was a good year, wasn't it?

A bloody good year.

Joaquin is this chicken or is this fish, man?

Excuse me, would you like

another bottle of wine, Mr. Argento?

Yes, definitely.

Would you like to have your picture taken?

Not right now, thank you.

Okay.

Thank you.

As I was saying.

He's here.

Quintin! - What is it?

(screaming)

Did you see the shotgun blast in the shirt?

Yeah. - Take a look.

That is an old wound, Hoop.

From the scarring I'd say a month old.

Yeah, boy has seen some action.

Yep.

But according to his id he's an investment banker.

Well whatever he is, or whatever he was,

this wound did not come from tonight.

So what's the cause of death?

A broken neck.

But it looks like he got hit somewhere with all this blood.

Send a sample for DNA testing,

maybe the blood came from the perp.

Yeah, maybe.

Yo, Hoop.

I got something for ya.

What is it?

You're gonna love me for this.

Well, as long as I don't have to kiss you.

Photographer here got a picture of the guy.

Get me an APP out on this guy,

armed and extremely dangerous, four counts of murder one.

Yeah?

Raimy, this is Kendall.

Wake up.

Kendall.

What, did I miss a deadline?

Come on, come on,

you have to get to Los Angeles right away.

Why do I have to go to Los Angeles?

Some maniac just shot up a restaurant.

Come on!

So?

This is the World Inquisitor,

we don't cover real stories, remember?

Hey, we are a real newspaper,

we cover real stories.

Browning!

Yes, Hooper, what is it?

Good news?

Reference to prints.

Too many wild ones.

Hundreds of customers in and out of there every day.

It's hard to tell which ones belong to our boy.

Plate and script for 148 19th Avenue,

prowling in that scene.

State you are clear.

Unit 14 clear.

You too, eastern and western.

What's up?

Medic four--

Do you see that?

Guy.

Come on. - Let's drive.