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[¶]
[WOMAN GASPS]
[GASPS]
[WHIMPERING]
MAN: All I want to know...
is where is Katherine?
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
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NARRATOR: He was brought across in 1228.
Preyed on humans for their blood.
Now, he wants to be mortal again...
To repay society for his sins...
To emerge from his world of darkness...
From his endless forever night.
[GROWLING]
[SIREN WAILING]
It's not a pretty sight.
Was there ever one that was?
Any ID?
Not yet.
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[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
Katherine!
[RATTLES DOOR]
Katherine, are you in there?
Katherine!
[VAPOR HISSING]
[MUFFLED] Katherine!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
[PANTING]
Katherine, answer me!
Katherine, can you hear me?
MAN: Katherine!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
[GROWLING]
[GASPS]
[GASPING]
Nick...
Did you know her?
No. No, I didn't.
NATALIE: Ligature marks on wrists and ankles
suggesting that she was tightly bound, period.
Blunt force trauma in the occipital region
with resultant massive intracranial hemorrhaging.
I couldn't wait any longer.
I had to start the party without you.
Anything?
Could say that.
Our Jane Doe here was tortured to death.
How long ago?
Minimum 24 hours, maybe more.
Do we know who she was yet?
Metro doesn't.
But you do.
I did...a lifetime ago.
Her name was Madelyn Pinchot.
[¶]
KNIGHT: I met Gordon and Katherine Barrington
in London in the mid '50s.
He used to fly with the RAF,
and she worked with the Red Cross.
We became close friends.
They moved to Toronto after the war.
We corresponded, but I didn't see them again
until I received Katherine's urgent telegram.
[RINGS DOORBELL]
Yes?
Hello. I'm here to see Katherine Barrington.
My name's Nicholas Hammond.
Mrs. Barrington's not receiving uninvited guests,
certainly not tonight.
I'm sure she'll see me.
You must be Madelyn.
Please, give her this.
Just a moment.
[SIGHS]
Hello, Nicholas.
Hello, Katherine.
KATHERINE: I always hoped you'd keep it.
Look at you.
How was your trip?
It was uneventful.
I'm so sorry about Gordon.
How are you holding up?
The worst is over, thankfully.
Most of the guests have gone.
We'll bury him tomorrow.
[SOBBING]
So how did our friend fit into all this?
She was Katherine's private secretary.
Actually, she was more of her confidante, really,
almost like the sister she never had.
And...?
And she and Katherine disappeared without a trace
shortly after I arrived.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Am I interrupting something? Good.
God forbid you let me know where you're going.
People might actually start to think we're partners.
Missing Persons received a report
about a woman that matches
our mystery guest.
Let's "boojey."
Oh, oh, oh, wait a minute.
How did they disappear?
She had help...
from an expert.
SCHANKE: "Madame Natasha's Psychic Readings"?
Jeez.
I wonder if she has something
for a precinct captain's hex.
WOMAN: Come in.
It wasn't poltergeists,
if that's what you're thinking.
What happened here?
It was like this when I came in.
I thought someone tried to rob the place,
but they didn't take anything.
I'm Ava Franklin,
Madame Natasha's amanuensis,
her pupil.
[¶]
I'm Detective Schanke,
this is Detective Knight.
You found madame, didn't you?
She's...
She's dead.
She was tortured.
Ava, I'm sorry, but we have to do this.
Is this Madame Natasha?
Ava, how did you know
that madame was dead?
You won't understand.
We already don't understand.
I'm psychic,
gifted, Madame always said.
I have visions, premonitions.
Sometimes they come true.
That's why she hired me.
She was helping me to sharpen my gift.
It's unpredictable, you see.
When did you notice Madame was missing?
Three days ago.
She missed a lecture, and she never missed one before.
I tried and tried to contact her.
Did you notice anything unusual
before she disappeared
about madame
or a client, maybe?
Mm-hmm, an old guy came to see madame.
It looked like they were arguing,
but I was in the back.
I couldn't hear. They kept their voices down.
Could you describe him?
He had a powerful aura.
Could you use more mundane terms,
something I could maybe pull out of a lineup?
I'm sorry, but my third eye
is a little rusty.
He was about 6 feet,
broad shoulders.
I don't know, just an old guy.
[¶]
Thank you for coming.
It means so much to me.
Good night.
Dear Katherine, how will you ever survive such a tragedy?
I'll manage, Jeremy.
Look, if there's anything I can do,
anything at all, just...
You've done enough, Jeremy.
Katherine, I know this isn't the time,
but perhaps tomorrow we can discuss
some of the more urgent matters
pending before the board.
Business can wait, Jeremy.
The board has already voted,
and I assured them that we will have
your full consent.
All you have to do is just sign--
Talk to Madelyn.
She'll schedule us some time in the next few days.
Mr. Stanton...
Very well.
I'm sorry for your loss, Katherine,
truly sorry.
Ava...
Did you see anything else?
Something that might help us
catch this killer?
[WINCES]
People...
They're dancing.
Music...
And something spinning.
A ball.
[WINCES]
[SIGHS]
I'm sorry.
Mind if we look around?
Her room's right through there.
We'll just be a minute.
What did this woman have that was so important?
If you ask me, this Ava lady
is one piece of lamb short of a souvlaki,
if you get my drift.
Haven't you heard, Schank?
We must remain open to possibilities.
Right, well, my grandmother and her cronies used to do
this table-levitating thing
asking famous dead people skill-testing questions.
Give me a break.
Well, I guess we should get the Forensics boys in here.
[¶]
SCHANKE: Man, oh, man, this place is a mess.
You find anything?
KNIGHT: Nothing.
[SIREN WAILING]
Harry, do me a favor, will you?
Yeah.
Take this down to the lab,
have them blow it up big without losing definition.
Sure.
Jeremy Stanton, huh?
Catching up on the business news
at the taxpayers' expense?
He's a suspect.
Oh, yeah, right, Jeremy Stanton?
The zillionaire?
The megabuck mover and shaker,
bastion of the business world?
That Jeremy Stanton?
You might as well try to nail the royal family
while you're at it.
What would you charge them with, Schank?
Misuse of the gene pool, perhaps?
You know, I hate to be the one to tell you this,
but Jerry Stanton is very politically connected.
I mean, he's got big bucks, big muscle.
He sprinkles guys like us over his breakfast granola,
for crying out loud.
Like I said, Schank, I still think--
Yeah, we should remain open
to all the possibilities, right?
Well, what could Jeremy Stanton
possibly have to do with this?
I know Jeremy Stanton killed Madame Natasha.
Hello.
What?
Oh, man, oh, man,
if you can make that stick, I will build you a shrine.
We're partners, right?
Partners row in the same direction, right?
Well, row with me.
This is everything I've got on Madame Natasha.
Reams of stuff from every provincial bureau.
Born in Winnipeg,
of Ukrainian immigrant parents,
undergrad at McGill, master's at UBC.
I've got tax records, driving records.
I've got a record number of records here.
I even know how many boxes of cookies
she sold as a Girl Guide.
Is that a fact? Yes.
It's remarkable.
This is where the real detective work starts, huh?
The bull work, it's called research, Nick.
Nevertheless, Schank, keep an eye on Stanton.
[SIGHS]
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I guess now I'm the Barrington
of Barrington-Stanton Industries.
Nick, I don't know how to run a corporation.
It's all so... So overwhelming.
Let Stanton run the day-to-day operations.
It's always such a struggle with him.
He wears me out so.
Sell your interest, then.
Reinvest. Start anew, Katherine.
You're still young.
There are so many possibilities.
Somehow I don't think Gordon would want me to.
He worked so hard to build the business.
And besides, there's part of me
that enjoys Stanton's frustration.
I like keeping him in check.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
An Auburn.
It was a birthday gift from Gordon.
It means so much to me.
I remember when Gordon was flying missions
over Germany.
Every day I'd watch him go,
and I prepared myself for the reality
that he might not come back.
I steeled myself for it,
and when the war was over, I stopped doing that.
I stopped...
preparing myself for the possibility that...
That I might...
have to face life without him.
Maybe...
I took him for granted a little.
Oh, God, how I wish I were back in London...
or Paris, any place but here
dealing with Stanton and the business.
You must make your happiness paramount, Katherine.
That's what Gordon would have wanted for you.
Don't let Stanton get to you. After all, it's only business.
It's more than business, Nicholas.
Jeremy Stanton murdered my husband,
and I'll be next.
[SIGHS]
Damn clock hasn't worked right since I started here.
What you get on the Jane Doe?
Her name's Natasha Perry.
She's a psychic reader.
You know, tarot cards, tea leaves,
that sort of thing.
Apparently, she's only lived in Toronto
the past few years.
Why would someone want to torture
a quiet old woman to death?
We don't know yet.
Lab boys are still going over the stuff
from her apartment.
It's a sick, sick world we live in, Knight.
Oh, and tell someone in maintenance about that clock.
It's driving me nuts.
[TYPEWRITERS CLACKING]
Detective Norton.
You selling something?
I'm not a salesman.
My name is Nicholas Hammond.
I'm Norton, then.
I want to talk to you about Gordon Barrington's death
on behalf of Katherine Barrington.
She has reason to assume
that her husband's death was not an accident.
Yeah, well, grief does funny things
to a widow's imagination.
Barrington died in a car accident.
I assume you know that he rarely drove his own car himself.
He had a regular driver.
Too bad.
[CHUCKLING]
He could have used the practice.
Barrington was exceeding the speed limit.
He went that way,
the road went that way.
Found him at the bottom of Scarborough Bluffs.
End of sad story.
We may not be, uh, Scotland Yard, Mr. Hammond,
but we do know what we're doing.
What about his business partner?
Why didn't you question Jeremy Stanton
about his falling out with Gordon Barrington?
Mr. Hammond, you're from out of town,
so you wouldn't know this.
Jeremy Stanton is a pillar of this community.
You know why they call him that?
Because he holds it up.
Get it?
He supports us, you know what I mean?
If people in this town had their way, he'd be the pope.
And since you're wondering,
he shares your concern
about Barrington's unfortunate demise.
Mr. Hammond...
I got real work to do.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
WOMAN: Come on!
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
Where's Janette?
She's in the back.
I was just about to indulge
in one of my finest vintages.
Care to join me?
Finest vintages. Meaning human?
What do you think, darling?
I'll pass.
Always so politically correct.
What did you come for?
I need to get in touch with Aristotle.
Oh.
You've finally decided to move on.
Not yet.
You'd miss me too much.
Aristotle?
I'll see what I can find out.
Hmm...
Thanks.
You're welcome.
[STARTS ENGINE]
[STOPS ENGINE]
[MUFFLED CRIES]
[STARTS ENGINE]
[CRASH]
[BANG]
Katherine!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
Katherine, are you in there?
Katherine!
[MUFFLED] Katherine!
Katherine, answer me!
Katherine, can you hear me?
NICK [MUFFLED]: Katherine!
[RATTLES DOORKNOB]
[GROWLING]
[COUGHING]
Are you all right?
I don't know...
I-I drove in, and...
there was a man.
Oh, Nick, thank God you were there!
H-he changed.
Nicholas, what is she talking about?
NATALIE: You told them?
[NICK SIGHS]
I made Madelyn forget.
But I told Katherine the truth.
I'm not sure why.
Some friendships are deeper than others, huh?
You'd trust your soul to them.
In 800 years,
how often have I had that happen to me?
So how did Katherine take it?
She was fascinated.
I think she understood a little
what I'd been through.
So it was Stanton who tried to kill Katherine.
Tried to make it look like a suicide.
I guess he figured no one would question it.
A grieving widow kills herself after her husband's funeral.
I knew it was only a matter of time
before he'd go after her again.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
Maybe we should go to the police.
I've already tried that, Katherine.
I think Stanton has them all in his pocket.
I can't just wait for him to make his next move.
Katherine...
Because of what I am,
I have had to leave one life behind
and start another many times.
It's difficult to do, but it can be done.
There's nothing here to keep me.
I know someone who can make Katherine Barrington disappear.
You'll have a new identity, a new beginning.
And Madelyn, what will happen to her?
If she chooses to go,
it can be arranged.
But if I disappear, Stanton will have won.
Not necessarily.
Gordon left you 51-percent ownership of the company.
Yours is the deciding vote.
Each year, mail in a proxy.
Arrange to have it sent
from a different part of the country, of the world,
so it can't be traced.
As long as your signature can be verified,
Stanton can't assume control.
I used to dream... of having a family.
With Gordon gone...
Dreams are portable, Katherine.
I carry mine with me.
So where is she?
I don't know.
But I thought you helped her disappear.
I took them to someone who could.
After that, it was out of my hands.
Well, whoever it was did a bang-up job.
He's probably the very best in the world.
It was just dumb luck
that led Stanton to have that chance encounter with Madelyn.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Knight.
Nick, you better get over here.
Ava Franklin's dead.
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I guess she knew something after all.
I'm a believer now, Ava.
Take her out.
Single shot, back of the head.
Execution-style.
Probably a 9 mm,
and, uh, Nick, she was bound and gagged.
Same m.o. as madame.
Looks like someone was pressing her
for information she wouldn't give.
Or didn't know.
Well, you guys know where I'll be.
I hope you're not still thinking Stanton.
Because I checked him out, the guy is squeaky clean.
So he paid someone else to do it.
Nick, you are spinning your wheels.
Unless you know something you're not telling me,
and you'd never hold on your partner, would you?
Especially if you had the inside track
on a murder suspect?
I'll fill you in when I'm sure.
Nick!
Nick, come on, we're partners, remember?
Apparently not.
What are you looking at?
[HORNS HONKING]
KNIGHT: Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice, Mr. Stanton.
It's my pleasure.
My good friend the mayor
speaks highly of your department's efforts.
Have we met somewhere before?
I'd remember if we did.
Ah, strange.
You do look vaguely familiar.
Please sit.
A woman by the name of Natasha Perry
was found murdered a few nights ago.
She was a psychic,
had a place on Yonge Street. Yes?
Her assistant said that she'd seen you there.
Ah, yes.
She bore an uncanny resemblance
to someone that I thought had passed on years ago.
You can imagine my surprise
when I saw her walking down the street.
Of course, she wasn't who I thought she was,
so I thanked her for her time
and left.
That was the only time that you spoke to her?
Are you suggesting
that I might have had something to do with her death, detective?
You argue with a woman,
and then the next day she's found dead.
Am I wrong to assume that there might be
some connection?
I beg your pardon, sir.
Oh, I'm sorry.
This is a stressful time for you, isn't it, Mr. Stanton?
I read how your Tokyo merger deal fell through.
[WHISPERING] Imagine it.
Only one vote between you
and a half-a-billion- dollar commission.
Katherine Barrington's vote, am I right?
Good night, sir.
Thank you for your time.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Knight.
Aristotle says that he will see you.
Thanks.
I owe you.
And I assure you, I will collect.
[DIAL TONE HUMMING]
[KEYBOARD CLICKING, COMPUTER BEEPING]
[FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS]
Nicholas!
[LAUGHS]
I can't believe it, is it time already? Hmm.
Well, Pacific Rim is booming.
How about Hong Kong?
Oh, no, wait a minute,
the Chinese are taking that back, aren't they?
Hmm. I've got it, Alaska! Mm.
Northern lights, Eskimos.
Lots of opportunities opening up.
Six months of night.
Of course, it's followed by half a year of daylight.
Could be problematic.
How about--?
Aristotle.
I'm not going anywhere.
You helped a friend of mine disappear years ago.
I want to know where she is.
Nick...
You know the rules.
[FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS]
Nicholas! Is it time already?
I'd stay away from the States.
They might take you for a commie.
It's not for me, Aristotle.
I need a favor.
Two friends, they need to disappear.
They're mortals.
Nicholas, I'd be incinerated
for even thinking what you're suggesting.
If the enforcers ever catch wind of this,
we're dead. I mean really dead.
I don't do mortals, period.
Their lives are at stake.
And I'd get the stake, you too.
They'd double us up in one big, long skewer
like shish kebab. Oh-ho!
You still owe me for that time at the Battle of Hastings.
Oh, please.
And what about that Inquisition matter?
Well, yeah, that was a bit of a tight squeeze
for a minute there.
I wouldn't ask
unless it was a matter of life and death.
I choose their new names, location,
any necessary documentation
they will require in their new lives.
No argument, no discussion.
Tell them they must leave everything,
and I do mean everything,
of their present existence behind.
Once they leave here,
no one will know where they've gone.
Those are the rules.
No one.
No.
Point me in the right direction.
If someone came in here asking for you,
I wouldn't tell them,
on pain of whatever.
You're the detective, Nick.
You find them.
[TIRES CRUNCHING ON GRAVEL]
[CUTS ENGINE]
I gave the staff the night off.
We tried to pack light.
The rest of the stuff's in the car.
You can't take the car, Katherine.
But, Nicholas, it was a gift from Gordon.
Those are the rules.
Everything stays behind.
But...
Nick, no, I can't leave it.
I won't.
Everything. No loose ends.
To remember.
Always.
Have a good life, Katherine.
Goodbye, Nicholas.
[ENGINE STARTS]
MAN: I found her.
It's about time.
I was right about the dead drop.
Used a safe deposit box.
Ava Franklin was the go-between.
I found some letters--
Where is Katherine?
Let me handle it from here.
The cops are getting too close.
You keep the police at bay.
I will have the pleasure
of dealing with Katherine Barrington myself.
Now, where the hell is she?
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NATALIE: Don't be so hard on yourself, Nick.
People who want to be lost are hard to find.
You don't need to tell me about disappearing acts.
I know all about it.
Well, let's try it from another angle, then.
I mean, maybe somewhere, sometime,
Katherine made a mistake.
Like what?
I don't know, I mean,
she's been underground all these years.
Maybe she felt safe now.
Let her guard down.
Wait a sec. What?
Look at this.
In the background.
The shadow on the wall. The shape's familiar.
I know where I've seen it before.
It's from a car, Katherine's car.
It's a shadow of the hood ornament.
But I thought you made her leave everything behind.
Maybe she bought another one.
And if she did...
Katherine, where are you?
[BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, George!
Thank you for bringing me back here.
You know, this was my favorite place
when I was a girl.
Don't tell me
you're finally revealing a secret
from your mysterious past?
You honor me.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
I love you.
I didn't quite catch that.
I said, I love you.
I can tell.
I tell you, you're in for nothing but grief
with this Stanton thing.
Keep pushing his buttons, he's gonna blow, Nick.
How long is this gonna take?
A couple more seconds. Would you just relax, all right?
Detective Knight, I just got the nastiest call
from Jeremy Stanton's lawyers.
They said you're to desist immediately
from harassing him
unless you want to spend the rest of your career
chasing stray dogs.
What's this all about? He's guilty.
He killed Natasha Perry
and probably killed Ava Franklin, too.
Come on, Nick is obsessed.
I, on the other hand,
am doing this thing by the book, captain.
I'm being meticulous, I'm being thorough, I'm being--
Can it, Schanke. You make sure
what you get on Stanton is solid,
or his friends in the mayor's office
will hang you out to dry.
Here it is.
I don't know why you're looking for them,
but there's exactly two 1936 Auburns
still registered in Ontario.
One in a museum, the other owned
by a woman named--
You're welcome, partner.
[SCOFFS]
Unbelievable.
[¶]
Oh!
[SCREAMS]
Unless I miss my guess, you work for Stanton.
Yes?
Yes.
Does Stanton know for certain where Katherine Barrington is?
Does he?
Yes.
[PHONE BEEPS, LINE RINGING]
SCHANKE: Hello.
Yeah, Schank.
Yeah, Nick. What's up?
My car's in an alley at Winford and Garamond.
There's a guy in the trunk. Guy in the trunk?
He's a suspect in the murder of Ava Franklin,
maybe Natasha Perry too.
Bring him in and book him, will you?
Katherine's in Hamilton.
I'm going to get her.
AVA: People...
Dancing...
Music...
Something spinning...
A ball.
A ball...
[BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
GEORGE: I think they're trying to tell us something.
I'll get the coats. You stay here.
George?
Is that you, dear?
Jeremy...
Jeremy Stanton.
Katherine Barrington.
How did you find me here?
Let's just say
Madelyn clued me in.
Madelyn would never tell.
Not even when I had her tortured?
Oh, my God!
Madelyn--
Is now quite dead.
You will join her soon enough.
Why, Katherine?
You made my misery your life's work.
Every chance you got,
you tormented me with your obstinacy.
I disagreed with you.
Always within my right.
You did well by me.
You profited from my work.
I built your fortune.
And in return, you ruined the deal
that would have capped my career.
You were right, you know.
I did kill your husband.
Now, it's your turn.
Nicholas?
Oh, my God.
Nicholas, it is you.
Hello again, old friend.
KATHERINE: There's Gordon.
Oh, you remember, hmm?
Oh, dear.
Poor Madelyn...
And all because of me.
You can't blame yourself
for Stanton's ruthlessness, Katherine.
She was loyal to the end...
As you have been, Nicholas.
Why did you return, Katherine?
After all these years?
Yes, and in spite of Aristotle's rules?
I know, I know, Nicholas,
but George, my husband, and I,
we have memories here.
It's late in life for us.
And I just thought after all these years,
it would be safe.
You remember what you said once
about...leaving one life for another?
Surprisingly, I didn't find it at all hard.
I didn't miss Katherine Barrington.
NICK: I did.
[KATHERINE CHUCKLES]
All right, everyone says
that Barrington-Stanton is yours for the asking.
Oh, let them sell it to whomever.
I don't want it.
Stanton's in jail now. He can't profit.
I don't want it. I never really did.
I have everything I want right here.
Say, I don't suppose...
Oh...
[CHUCKLING]
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