FEVER
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Linda Wyatt: Your T-cell count is holding at one-twenty.
Calvin Tucker: Oh, good.
Linda: Still no symptoms?
Calvin: Nah. Just the cough. You're a lifesaver.
Linda: Yeah, well, that's what we get into this business for, isn't it?
Calvin: Um....
Linda: See you Thursday.
Calvin: Wouldn't miss it for the world.
Linda: Dan, what are you doing here?
Dan Garrett: Ah, just checking up on some vi--I needed my notes. You wanted them ready by tomorrow. Looks like another all-nighter, I'd better get to it.
Linda: Wait! What were you taking? (He leaves the room and she follows) Dan? Dan! Where are you going? Why are you taking my work?
Dan: (Stopping at the top of the stairs) Linda, it is not what it looks like.
Linda: The hell it isn't! (She struggles with him)
Dan: Linda, please.
Linda: (She tries harder) You're stealing my work. (She pulls harder, and slips down the stairs)
Dan: Linda? (He checks her pulse, but there's none) Oh, God!
Screed: With a love of the liquor he was born.... (Ducks into the dumpster as Dan comes out of the building) With a gallon of a whiskey ev'ry night...and a drop of the creature ev'ry morn.... Hello.... (Then, spying a pretty white rat...) And where'd you come from my lovely.... Looking after old Screed, huh? Ah, there we are.... (Snack time.)
Tracy: Agh. What is it about these places that always smells the same? Have they used the same cleaning service...lab smell incorporated? You ever notice? It's like cherry car deodorizer, only not?
Nick: I've never noticed. (Spots something over by a garbage dumpster)
Tracy: Something?
Nick: It's a lab rat.
Tracy: Cat must have got at it. Do you think it has something to do with the case?
Nick: (Puts the rat in an evidence bag--barehanded) It's fresh.
Nick: Did Dr. Wyatt often work late?
Dan: There's a lot of demand for equipment, Detective. We're underfunded, undersupplied. Linda was dedicated to her work. Nights, weekends, whatever it took. She must have slipped. They're always over-waxing the floors.
Nick: Then there's nothing missing?
Dan: No, nothing. I checked. You're not saying somebody...?
Nick: I'm not saying anything right now. (Holding up the bagged rat) Could this be hers?
Dan: Uh, there would be a tattoo behind the right hind. Hers is the 700 series. Where did you get that?
Nick: Any idea how this might have gotten away?
Dan: No. We're very safe here, Detective, even with the animals that have a harmless antigen. We handle some things here that if they ever escaped the lab, the whole city would go down.
Nick: How about this rat?
Dan: Linda's work wasn't like that.
Nick: What was she working on?
Dan: Immune deficiency. She was hoping to clone a benign virus that attacks HIV. She thought she was getting close. She was gonna save lives.
Nick: Thanks. That's all for now.
Nick: Her assistant called it in. He thinks it's an accident.
Natalie: The landing up there is pretty slick with wax, I suppose it's conceivable that she could have gone for a skate and then fallen down the stairs.
Tracy: I've got her appointment calendar out of her office. It looks like she had three appointments after business hours--Janet Dornhoff, Derek Swanson and Calvin Tucker.
Nick: Well, that's where we'll start.
Natalie: Calvin Tucker?
Nick: You know him?
Natalie: Since med school. He was on his way to becoming head of surgery at Metro General.
Nick: But?
Natalie: He got sick. Aids. Howsen Pharmaceuticals isn't exactly a Fortune 500. I mean, old equipment and second string research grants. What would Cal have been doing here?
Calvin: Well, I was looking for a miracle. Linda was working on an experimental treatment and she needed guinea pigs. I was desperate enough.
Natalie: First trials? Cal, you're a doctor. You know the risks.
Calvin: Natalie, I've been sick for four years. I've outlived a half a dozen of my friends who were all diagnosed at the same time that I was. Linda Wyatt was onto something. I wanted in. See, the approval process for a new drugs takes two years, four years, ten years, more years than I have. When you're staring at death in the face, you'll try anything. Believe me.
London, England -- about 1665
LaCroix: I haven't had a decent meal in weeks. They all have the taste of plague. London used to be such a nice city. I think we should move on.
Nick: I thought you thrived on human suffering, LaCroix.
LaCroix: Disasters are a useful distraction, Nicholas. Who questions a few more dead here, or the way of their going. But there is too much of a good thing. Besides they closed the theatres. I detest a city with no culture.
(A Doctor, Gerald Archer, is nearby and spots the two. He leaves, and Nick follows)
LaCroix: Nicholas, leave him. (Nick ignores him, and he follows as well)
Preacher: We are creatures of death, my children. We are rotting on the inside from the day we are born. Look to your souls. Tell me they are not rotten with sin. It is God who gives life and health. It is by His grace we are spared to live our few years upon the Earth. God has not spared this city, because it is a city of sin. (He pulls a woman from those gathered, and shows the crowd her neck) These are the marks of evil. The evil have fallen in great numbers and more will have fallen before God is done with London. But the righteous man will survive! God will spare him who is without sin....
LaCroix: (To Nick) Well spoken, wouldn't you say?
Gerald Archer: (Pulling the woman away from the preacher) Is this Christian charity? This poor child has done no wrong. There is not a neighborhood in this city I haven't visited to tend the sick. Not a house that is safe from this terrible illness. Righteous and sinners, tavern keepers and priests, we are all equal in the eyes of this plague.
LaCroix: (To Nick) Not quite all of us.
Tracy: Well, that's three for three. It seems like everyone who knew Linda Wyatt thought she was a saint. A miracle worker.
Nick: Is it possible there might be something to this cure of hers?
Tracy: What are you thinking? Industrial espionage?
Nick: Well, if it worked, it would be worth a lot of money.
Natalie: If it worked, it would be worth the Nobel Prize.
Nick: Nat, I'm sorry about your friend.
Natalie: He's thirty-five and he looks fifty-five. He's dying. Is it any wonder he would latch on anyone with a theory, any kind of a treatment or magic crystal?
Nick: Nat....
Natalie: I'm all right. I'm just tired. Why don't you have some samples of whatever Linda Wyatt was working on sent over and I'll take a look tomorrow and see if there was anything worth stealing.
Tracy: Sure. Is there anything else you need?
Natalie: Right now? Sleep. (She walks off)
Tracy: Is she gonna be okay?
Nick: Oh, yeah. We should head home, too.
Tracy: Vachon, I found a lab rat at a crime scene partially chewed. I think Screed might have been in the neighborhood.
Vachon: Well, he wouldn't do you much good on the witness stand, assuming you could get him there.
Tracy: Well, maybe he could give me a lead. Something he saw or heard.
(Screed appears and goes for Tracy.)
Vachon: Hands off!
Screed: Smell her, V-Man. Ah...fruit in her veins. Best vino on earth.
Vachon: I said hands off!
Screed: Hungry man will take any wine, Jack. Any loaf you got. First kill, any kill. Jacks or Jills.... Even sweet baby Jane.
Tracy: What is he saying?
Vachon: First night, first feeding, you wake up so hungry you'll do anything for the blood you need, take anyone. Enemy, friend, lover. If your first kill isn't human, you don't hunger for humans.
Screed: Got my teeth cut inter a squealer that first night, I did. Rest is history.
Tracy: But he went for me.
Screed: Got to have something. (Bites into his own hand.)
Vachon: He's starving. (Let's Screed take his blood.)
Tracy: I take it this isn't normal?
Vachon: No.
Tracy: He's sick.
Vachon: He can't be, we can't get sick, but I think you're right.
Nick: I take it you need something?
Vachon: Your doctor friend.
Nick: What for?
Vachon: I've got a sick friend, I need her help.
Nick: She's not that kind of a doctor.
Vachon: I hear she'd pretty good with the dead, and the undead. Look, I can't take this one to the hospital, and the emergency room...what am I gonna tell them? 'He's allergic to penicillin, garlic, sunlight, crosses and food, he's about four hundred and fifty and he can fly'?
Nick: One of us?
Vachon: Screed. Tracy said he put the bite on some experimental rat. I guess he picked up something.
Nick: It's impossible.
Vachon: It's true. I've seen sick Knight, I'm seeing it now, fever, the shakes, the way they breathe. I've been feeding him all morning, and uh, he's still starving.
LaCroix: The young doctor, is it not?
Gerald Archer: (In introduction) Gerald Archer.
Nick: We've seen your work. You've been kept busy.
Archer: There are more sick every day. And fewer doctors willing to see to them. Most of my colleagues have left the city if they could or shut themselves up in their houses. Sirs, I have watched you. You move about the city with no fear, no cloth over the face, no garlic hung about the neck to ward off this plague. You stay in the center of all this death, and yet you have your health.
LaCroix: Perhaps we are righteous men as the good father Layard suggests.
Archer: Righteousness does not guard a man from illness, but I believe you know what does. Sirs, if you have a physic of some sort that can ward of this black death, I beg you to share it with me.
Nick: I wish I could help you.
Archer: Please.... I must live. I must continue my work.
LaCroix: If there is such a physic, it will not come without cost.
Archer: Anything....
LaCroix: Free consent, freely given. Let him be saved.
Nick: Is it possible?
Natalie: You tell me.
Nick: Nothing's ever touched a vampire. Not the bubonic plague, not leprosy, not influenza, not ebola.
Natalie: Not Aids?
Nick: Not anything. Stay out of the sun, keep away from sharp sticks, you'll live forever. That is supposed to be the deal.
Natalie: Well, God just changed the deal...or nature or whatever you want to call it. Look, Nick, there have been some major changes to this planet over the last fifty years. We've pushed further into the rain forests, further into cellular structure, we're discovering new things every day--new medicines and new diseases. It's possible that there's something in this world that could infect you guys. Anything's possible.
Nick: I'm not talking about something that just came out of the jungle. Screed was affected by Linda Wyatt's rat. What if whatever it was, she made it.
Natalie: High fever, extreme hunger, delirium. If he were human, I'd prescribe antibiotics, but.... He's bleeding out, Nick. It's one of the effects of a multiplying retrovirus. The cell walls start to break down and the lungs and abdomen fill with fluid, in this case blood. Then the brain. He's in the final stage.
(A short distance away, is Screed and Vachon)
Screed: Nice bit of toast, that.
Vachon: She's a doctor, Screed.
Screed: She can't be. She didn't try leeches or nothing.
Nick: (Quietly to Natalie) You can't do anything?
Natalie: I'll get the sample back to the lab, but we don't have much time, and I don't really know what to look for. I'll let you know.
Tracy: Hey, where you been?
Nick: I was visiting a sick friend.
Tracy: Sorry, didn't mean to pry. So, I've been going through Linda Wyatt's records and I realized something. Natalie's friend, Calvin Tucker? He's on the placebo. Linda Wyatt needed a control group. Half of her patients were receiving saline injections.
Nick: You think Tucker knew?
Tracy: Well, she wouldn't have told anyone in the control group, but he is a doctor. What if he figured out she wasn't giving him anything? That even though her stuff works, it's not working on him.
Nick: So he killed her.
Tracy: Well, he wants to live, doesn't he? What would he do if he thought she was withholding a cure?
Nick: Let's talk to him.
Calvin: I went to Linda against everything that I've learned, against all the advice I would've given anybody, and I went on her program. Ten CCs of salt water twice a week for my trouble.
Nick: You didn't know about the placebo?
Calvin: No. Detective, please, let me explain to you what a sucker I am. I thought the stuff was working. Six months without an opportunistic infection. I--My T-cells were up. I thought it was helping. I guess I wanted it so bad....
Nick: Sorry we had to tell you.
Calvin: No. No, it's all right. I'll be fine. You've got your own problems.
Nick: I believed him.
Tracy: Yeah, me, too. But the theory might be okay, I-- (Nick, in pain, staggers against a car) Nick, are you okay?
Nick: (Straightening) Sure. (Yet, his attention is on her heartbeat and throat as she continues to speak)
Tracy: The theory might be okay. Maybe one of her other patients? (He doesn't answer) No?
Nick: We'll keep looking.
Screed: Had a good run didn't we? Bit of fun. Can't say nothing better 'n that. That's a fact. Been a bit too busy to pick after myself I'm sorry to say. I-I-I meant to give the place a good scrub. Tidy it up. Needs a little spit and polish. Do us a favor, mate? One last?
Vachon: Anything.
Screed: Put me bones down by the water if you can. Bury 'em good in the sand. Never felt right on land.
Nick: Is it possible?
LaCroix: It is not possible Nicholas. It is a fantasy.
Nick: But I saw him. He was dying.
LaCroix: Nonsense. We are immortal. This is a convenient fantasy that you have constructed, Nicholas. A danger to the vampire community, something that strikes at only us, leaving your precious mortals sleeping safely in their beds never knowing that an invisible people have been killed off by some germ. We are not so easy to eradicate. Men have struck us with fire and lies and we are still here. I am still here.
LaCroix: It seems the good doctor was not the only one with suspicions about us. Father Layard is most alarmed. He seems to think we may have had a hand in the young doctor's most recent odd behavior. Nick: Gerald!
Nick: Why, if the doctor's discreet?
LaCroix: Ah, would that were the case. Unfortunately, he appears to have become careless.
Nick: What are you talking about?
LaCroix: Apparently, the sick are dying faster in Dr. Archer's dispensary than they have a habit of doing on their own. Good Father Layard was here to inquire if we could explain the strange marks on the necks of the patients. Would you care to offer an explanation?
Nick: I don't believe it. He's not like that.
LaCroix: I leave tonight. I suggest you do the same before the good reverend returns with holy water and a stake.
Archer: Nicholas. My savior.
Nick: I saved you for a reason, Gerald. I gave you your life so that you could help people.
Archer: You made me a vampire. A man who need never worry of sickness or death. They are mere candles, barely lit before any wind extinguishes them. It is only we who know life, real life, life unending.
Nick: This isn't life, Gerald. This is a shadow of a life. What about your practice, your work?
Archer: Playthings to a man who believed he had but a short time to make his mark. Less than nothing to a man who has forever.
Nick: I've destroyed you.
Archer: No, my friend. You have given me deliverance.
Tracy: Are you all right?
Vachon: I've been better.
Vachon: Screed was right. You do smell like fruit. Tracy: So. Have you had a chance to look at those samples from Howsen Pharmaceuticals? Anything interesting? Natalie: Are you having any kind of dizziness, nausea, DTs? Nick: I should not have made you. (Then, as a 'mob' approaches led by Father Layard) Quickly! Nick: Divine justice. Tracy: Vachon? Brought you something. (Pulls the blood bag out of her pocket, and he shakes his head) Not hungry? Reese: Knight! Your partner's taking a personal day. Said she has to sit with a sick friend. How many times have I heard that one for everything from a golf date to a little bit on the side? So, the Wyatt case. Any progress? Nightcrawler: They say the ages of man are denial, awareness and acceptance. A young man believes he will live forever. A middle aged man knows he will not. And an old man is ready. What then of those taken out of sequence? How to prepare them for the bitter end? A man who knows he will not die is a young man. He is kept young by the knowledge that death shall have no dominion. There's nothing so hard as watching that die. A dozen in a single night. My children and my people who should have lived forever, living their last. Who would have ever believed that they would die? My people. My children. One short sleep past we wake eternally and death shall be no more. Death, thou shalt die! We will survive.
Calvin: What have we done? Calvin: Help me, somebody, please! (Nick runs in, and Calvin explains) Poison gas. He tried to kill me. He killed Linda. We both did. Calvin: I thought it was working.... I thought Linda...she had really found a cure. An anti-virus that binds with HIV to protect its host. It worked in the test tube, it's just that HIV overwhelms it in the body. Howsen Pharmaceuticals is a small-change operation. They don't even have a full-time patent lawyer. It would have taken ten years for Linda's treatment to get on the market. That's ten years that I don't have. That's ten years that a lot of people don't have. I have connections. I have a good lawyer. I have a good lab. I could have had nationwide roll-out, eighteen to twenty-four months. Natalie: Captain, do we have to press charges on this? Nick: I'm sorry Nat, I didn't want this to happen. LaCroix: You have faced human justice tonight, doctor, and it has released you. Natalie: (Arriving back at the morgue) At least I can get a larger viable dose from these. A better look at what you're facing. Vachon: Still here? How long? Nick: Natalie...when LaCroix asked you why? Vachon: Told you I'd dance on your grave. I uh, tidied up a bit. The place looks better than it did. Might even move in there myself. See you in hell, sailor.
Tracy: Must be my shampoo.
Vachon: No. It's inside you. Every woman has her own scent. Her own flavor. Your blood is who you are. A taste of apricot. A scent of calla lilies. Every drop tells its story.
(As Vachon's hunger rises, he eventually pushes Tracy roughly away and to the floor)
Tracy: What?
Natalie: Well, I don't think she was about to win the Nobel Prize. The anti-virus has very low viability. I'm getting fragments. Dead samples. Nothing I can really get a good look at.
Tracy: Nothing worth stealing? Or killing for?
Natalie: Not so far. I'm thinking about calling Cal. If he's been taking this stuff for six months, I might get a better breakdown from a sample of his blood. See if it's having any affect on the HIV.
Tracy: Didn't Nick tell you? He's not on the stuff. He's a control.
Natalie: You're kidding? It's stupid, I know. I, of all people, should know better, but...I was hoping it was working. I was hoping Cal....
Tracy: Hoping he'd live? (Tracy carefully steals a bag of blood from a cooler)
Natalie: It's really hard to watch him go, you know. He's not the first. You start to wonder who else you're gonna lose. I just feel like I should be able to do something!
Tracy: Well, I guess everybody must feel that way. When someone they care about is sick.
Natalie: Yeah, well, I wonder if everybody feels quite as useless as I do right now. You go into medical school, thinking you're gonna save lives...save the world. Maybe if I graduated a few years later, after all the AIDS stuff broke, maybe I'd have done something different, you know? Maybe I'd be Linda Wyatt, looking for a cure. Trying to give a few people a few more years. Instead of staying up all night, trying to figure out who pushed her over the railing.
Tracy: That's important, too.
Natalie: Yeah, I know. Just once I wish that I could help someone before it was too late.
(Nick comes in, and leans heavily against the door)
Tracy: Nat, I've got to go. I'll catch up with you later. (Tracy leaves)
Natalie: Is something wrong?
Nick: (He unsteadily moves closer) I'm hungry...and I'm hot.
Nick: No, its the hunger mainly and the fever.
Natalie: Your temperature is 98 degrees. That's not even human normal.
Nick: Well, it feels like fever to me.
Natalie: I know. I know, I'm sorry. Nick, Nick?
Nick: I have to feed.
Natalie: No. Nick, Nick, no! Look. Look, this virus of Linda Wyatt's, it can't live in saline it can't live in air. The only viable specimen I've gotten of it has been from the blood of that rat. Did you touch it?
Nick: I...I am not...not sure. Why?
Natalie: Because if the disease is transmitted by simple contact....
Nick: Then all vampires are at risk.
Natalie: Okay, okay. From what I know about what it does in your body and your friend Screed's, it...it-it binds to the vampire element in your blood and then multiplies. The more you drink--the more you give it to feed on--the faster it grows. You haven't gone as far or as fast in your disease because your blood intake is restricted.... Well-well, relatively. (Notices Nick's attention is fully on her throat) Nick? Nick, the progress you have made has saved you. You can't stop now.
Nick: (He grabs her by the throat, but after a moment lets go) I can't. The hunger....
Natalie: Nick. Nick, the blood will kill you.
Nick: And staying off it will save me?
Natalie: No. No, not unless I can find a way to kill the virus. But it will slow it down, it will give you more time.
Nick: Slow or fast, what's the difference? Maybe this was meant to be, Nat. What if nature has decided that it's had enough of unnatural creatures feeding on this world? What if this is nature's way of getting rid of us?
Archer: Let them come.
Nick: Are you mad!?
Archer: They are only men!
Preacher: There is the man whose false medicine has gone against God!
Archer: Move away, Father. I gave no medicine.
Preacher: Explain, then, how you still live. For months, you have gone into sick houses and allowed the sick to come to you, and yet you show no sign of the plague. What pact with the Devil is this?
Nick: Is it a pact with the Devil to have medicine to survive?
Preacher: It is for God and God alone to decide who shall live and who shall die. This plague is the word of God! Giving pause to the evil man and sparing the man of righteous faith. Those who come to you die, and you grow stronger. What sorcery is this?
Archer: Come and see! (Gerald vamps out)
Natalie: Don't you dare! What, God sent sickness to punish the wicked...to wipe the unnatural from the earth? What about Calvin? I've seen to many good friends with aids, with--with cancer, with pneumonia. God does not choose.
Nick: Natalie, I do not claim to know what God does. I stepped out of that light too long ago, but whoever sent this, however it came about, this plague does nature's work. It kills vampires.
Natalie: It's killing you. Is that the kind of mortality you've been looking for?
Nick: Maybe it's the only kind I'm allowed.
Natalie: Don't you give me that crap! How can you stand there and not care if you die? Not care how that's going to make me feel? Maybe you'd like to explain that to someone like Cal. Someone who would give anything in the world just to live a little longer.
Vachon: Not anymore.
Tracy: This isn't fair, is it?
Vachon: Probably not.
Tracy: I'm mean I knew there'd be some disadvantages to getting involved with a vampire, sure, but.... Dying young was not supposed to be one of them.
Vachon: If it's any comfort, you know, I'm not actually young.
Tracy: You know what I mean. Dying before we had a chance- We just met.
Vachon: I'm the one usually left behind, Trace, and in 500 years I've buried a lot of mortal friends.
Tracy: So when does it get easier?
Vachon: I'll let you know.
Nick: We're working on it.
Reese: Maybe you want to tell me how come nobody's gone over their personnel records, checked alibis, had this Garrett guy in for an interview? (Nick doesn't answer) You've got things on your mind--okay. But you're letting the case slide--not okay. Go talk with them, Nick.
Dan: W-what do you mean? You said it was working.
Calvin: Because I felt better. I wasn't even on the damn drug. Look! It only works in the test tube. HIV destroys it in vivo. What an idiot I've been! (He turns to leave, but Dan grabs him)
Dan: Where are you going?
Calvin: Home!
Dan: Wait! You think you're going back to your fat job at Metro General? You're gonna leave me here in this place, picking up mouse droppings? Hey! What about the job you promised me? What about the research grant?
Calvin: What, you don't get it? The stuff doesn't work. There is no job. There's no project. You killed Linda Wyatt for nothing!
Dan: Dammit, you promised me!
Calvin Tucker: Dan, stop! (As they struggle, the valve on a tank of gas is turned, shooting Dan with a spray of it, killing him) Dan!
Nick: We've got to go! Now!
Nick: So you promised Dan Garrett a split, if he stole it from her?
Calvin: It had nothing to do with the money, or the credit. God help me, I just thought it was working. I wanted people to live.
Nick: Instead, two people died.
Calvin: I would have done anything. I would have paid any price for a cure. It would have been worth it.
Reese: He was involved in a crime that resulted in a woman's death. That's murder and we can't just let that slide. I don't like it any better than you do. He's cooperating--he's facing up to it. I don't think he's a flight risk. We'll release him on his own recognizance. Who knows, the way court calendars are these days, he might not reach trial.
Natalie: I know. So the case is solved. Where does that leave us? He's still dying. You're still dying.
Calvin: Who are you?
LaCroix: One of the damned. One of your damned. Your search for a cure for your harmless little virus has brought my people to their knees. How many deaths will be on your conscience, Doctor? A dozen? A hundred? A whole race? A race that dare not speak its name, that cannot turn to medicine for help. They die...silently, invisibly, out of the light. I am their only voice, and my people cry out for revenge!
Nick: (Seeing LaCroix across the room) What do you want, LaCroix?
LaCroix: Oh, nothing much. I just thought that now, at the hour of our death, the good doctor might appreciate seeing firsthand the results of her hypocrisy. You purport to help people, doctor. You proffer modern medicine as religion. And that faith and technology will not be defeated. It's a false promise. A lie. You can't save your friend. You can't save us. You are powerless.
Natalie: Why are you so angry? You're not sick.
Nick: But you were sick, LaCroix, what happened?
LaCroix: I've looked into that abyss, Nicholas. I have faced death this night, and I have called his bluff.
Natalie: You killed him? You drank his blood?
LaCroix: Yes, a reward for the plague that he visited on my house.
Natalie: Oh my God. Oh my God, that's the answer. Cal...Cal said it in the precinct. HIV overwhelms it in the body.
LaCroix: So...the killer is the cure, isn't that fascinating. His tainted blood will be our salvation.
Tracy: Well, the sun will be up soon.
Vachon: You'd better go.
Tracy: I can stay. I don't mind.
Vachon: I'm not going to make another night. You don't want to see this.
Tracy: You told me once, the day you became what you are...the woman who made you....
Vachon: She rejoined the sun, or something. I always wondered what that would feel like.
Vachon: (Seeing Nick in the background) Tracy, go. Thanks...for trying.
(She kisses him, and then leaves)
Vachon: Care to give me last rites?
Nick: Were you expecting a priest?
Vachon: Umm.... (Shakes his head) Uh uh.
Nick: Give me your arm.
Natalie: Why save vampires? Why not let them die? You know there are still some people who think that aids isn't worth curing. That men like Calvin Tucker aren't worth saving. Who are they to decide that? Who am I?