(heavy metal music)
- [Shane] Do what the nurse says.
Take the pain pills.
- I don't think I need this.
(pained gasp)
Oh, yes I do!
- Shane.
Shane Collins.
- Officer Moses.
Are you here about Claire?
- No, another damn fool who tried
to leave town without permission.
He's on life support.
This Claire?
- Yeah.
She had acid thrown on her.
Not like the cops in Morganville
do anything but protect vampires, anyway.
- You know that's not true.
- Maybe joining the army made you forget
what it's like in vamp town.
Now that you're back, you'll remember.
(soft, creepy music)
- You're so nice.
- All part of our door-to-door service.
- And you're cute.
- Good drugs.
Michael.
(knocks)
Come on, man, get up.
We need to talk about the meeting tonight.
(soft, suspenseful music)
(jazzy electric guitar music)
♫ I said that, one last time, I'd
♫ Let it go ♫
- Where's Michael?
- He couldn't make it, so you're stuck with me.
- Are you sure she's well enough to be here?
- I'm fine.
- See?
She's fine.
Is Dracula Jr. here, yet?
♫ I've got to let you go
- Eve, it's sundown.
- Sorry, guys.
Closing up early for inventory.
Free coffees tomorrow, okay?
Am I not speaking College?
That means, "Pack up your crap and go."
♫ Hey, you're no good for me ♫
(loud vibrating drowns out metal vocals)
♫ Stop beggin' and pleadin', this devil ain't leavin'
♫ And I can't keep holding on, yeah, yeah
♫ No good for me ♫ (buzzing)
♫ So now, I'm gone
♫ Staying up, night after night ♫
- [Voiceover] That's for nothing, buddy.
If you ever get your crap together,
come join us at Common Grounds.
Or not.
(grunts)
(slams door)
♫ You like to take a little of me
♫ And then, you take a lot
♫ And, when you hit the ground
♫ You know I'm all you got
♫ I've got to let you know ♫ (electric sizzling)
(frantic gasping)
♫ I've got to let you know ♫ (door slamming)
- Why did you just let me die?
♫ I've gotta leave it alone
♫ You won't do what you should for me
♫ You just do it all wrong
♫ Hey, you're no good for me ♫ - Shane?
Hey, man.
Everything okay?
- No, it's not okay.
Just get your ass down to Common Grounds.
- I can't.
There's something important I have to do.
- Important.
Right.
Well, just let me know when you get your important head
out of your important ass.
(phone beeping)
- Shane?
Shane?
(angrily grunts)
(angrily grunts) (smashes)
(air whooshing)
- On the house.
Well, on me, 'cause yikes, the boss is right there.
Oh, god.
What happened to her?
- Monica's groupie.
She's okay.
They fixed her up at the hospital.
They gave her all the happy juice.
- You were supposed to be watching her.
- Thanks for pointing that out.
Not like I was feeling guilty, or anything.
- Not his fault Gina threw acid on me.
Gina.
That's a fun name.
- We're ready.
Remember, I'm only the mediator.
Don't expect me to be your advocate.
- [Claire] Are you scared of that guy?
- Yeah, I'm scared.
Tall, dark, and sickening wanted me to sign on with him.
He didn't take it well when I said no.
Why didn't Michael come with you?
- Don't know.
Shane was mad.
He was missing when we got there.
Um, Michael, are you sure he's not...
(laughing)
- You think I didn't check him out, already?
We're pretty good at spotting the undead, around here.
- You can have it over my dead body.
- Well, that's going well.
- [Shane] I'll stake you before I let you
touch either one of them.
- Careful, Collins.
- If he flashes fangs near anyone I care about,
I'll put him down.
(flesh smacking)
(monstrous hiss)
(metal music) (Shane grunting)
- You know the rules!
Neutral ground!
- Enough of your stupid rules!
- Gentlemen.
The stupid rules are, in fact, mine.
(gasping)
Oliver, if you can't keep order, here,
perhaps I should find someone who can.
- Founder, this breather is refusing my right!
- He has no right to Eve.
- I don't care.
Solve this petty nonsense.
(nervous chuckling)
- Hi?
- What do you want?
- I told you I would introduce you to the man
that you're going to be working with.
This is...
Where has he gone?
(whooshing)
- Looking for me?
- Please, don't damage-- (crashing)
That.
Founder, please, I'd rather he not be here
with things that break.
- We won't be here for long.
Myrnin, come.
(squeaks)
This is Claire, your new assistant.
- Very pleased to meet you, Claire.
- I'm not your assistant.
- I hope you last much longer than your predecessors.
Well, two of them were really not my fault, by the way.
What type are you?
- Type?
(creaking)
- (groans softly) Type O.
Lovely.
I've always quite liked that aroma.
AB is also very nice, but I can't stand
the smell of B positive.
- Myrnin, leave the girl alone.
She's injured.
- Is she?
Amelie, did I do it?
- You said you would be on your best behavior.
- I can't remember hurting her.
I should, shouldn't I?
Oh, my mind!
- Perhaps this wasn't the right time, after all.
Myrnin, come.
(squeaks)
- I don't think I want this job.
(dramatic music)
- Why ever not?
- Because you're insane?
- Only occasionally.
Trust no one, girl.
Even me.
Especially me.
- [Brandon] Founder!
- [Amelie] Is this negotiation about Claire?
- She hurt a human under my protection.
I have rights.
- And I have a prior claim.
- Founder.
- This negotiation is at an end.
- Sorry. (murmurs softly)
- That was weird, right?
Seemed weird.
- Show of hands for weird?
- I believe our business here is concluded.
- I'm still owed something for my trouble.
- And I already said I'd donate an extra pint
of blood to the blood bank.
- I want Eve's blood.
Not yours.
- And you've been told you won't get it.
Now, take the pint offered or leave.
- Don't pretend you're the Founder.
- The Founder has given me the right to enforce her laws.
At least here.
Leave.
Now!
- Okay, what the hell was that?
The Founder?
You know the Founder?
- A little bit.
- Dude, she's still stoned.
Just stop.
- Oh, and you're not worried about that?
("The Imperial March" plays)
- Hey, man, it's me.
How'd it go?
- Well, no blood changed hands, so good, I guess.
- Knew you could handle it.
(female laughing)
How quickly can you get home?
Looks like Monica's throwing us a surprise party.
(dramatic crescendo)
(heavy metal music)
(creepy music)