Forever Knight

[Examining the contents of Tracy's refrigerator]

Javier Vachon:
You arrange this stuff alphabetically?

Javier Vachon:
So, what is this now? Every time you run across something really weird, you run to your supernatural chum, Vachon, for the inside dope?

Tracy Vetter:
Well, you're the only supernatural friend I have.

Janette:
Surely you are old enough by now to understand the difference between "not guilty" and "innocent."

Janette:
Poor Nicholas... tortured by a soul he hasn't got.

Janette:
That's not enthusiasm, it's desperation. They all dance as if Father Time were shooting bullets at their feet. Which, I suppose, he is.

Det. Nick Knight:
I need a favor, Nat.

Natalie:
I don't know, Nick, favors for you usually involve more than "Can I borrow your car?"

Det. Nick Knight:
I'll need that too.

Tracy:
Now that I've expressly told you I don't need your help... I need your help.

Javier 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.

Det. Nick Knight:
I take it you need something.

Javier Vachon:
Your doctor friend.

Det. Nick Knight:
What for?

Javier Vachon:
I've got a sick friend. I need her help.

Det. Nick Knight:
She's not that kind of doctor.

Javier Vachon:
I hear she's pretty good with the dead. And the undead. Look, I can't take this one to the hospital. In the emergency room, what am I'm gonna tell them? He's allergic to penicillin, garlic, sunlight, crosses, and food. He's about four hundred and fifty and he can fly.

Lucien LaCroix:
If there is a god, must it be sane?

Schanke:
I'm curious what happens when we die, but I don't go on reconnaissance missions to find out!

[Answering morgue phone]

Natalie:
Natalie's Bed and Breakfast.

Det. Nick Knight:
Don't. Don't get too close to me.

Natalie:
Why? You want to hurt me? Kill me?

Det. Nick Knight:
No. But I might anyway.

Lucien LaCroix:
I have faced death this night, and I have called his bluff.

Det. Nick Knight:
And you're not afraid?

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
Fear is based on ignorance. I'd rather try to understand. Understand who you are... *what* you are.

Det. Nick Knight:
You're a unique woman.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
No. I'm a scientist.

Det. Nick Knight:
Science won't help you to understand what I am, or the hell of an existence I've locked myself into.

Det. Nick Knight:
I am what I am, and I don't think Betty Ford takes vampires.

Lucien LaCroix:
Life is a gift. As sweet as a ripped peach, as precious as a guilded jewel. I've never understood the logic of willfully surrendering such a treasure. And what is there to gain? How dark can your existance be when compared to an empty void? Unless of course, you have faith that there is something beyond. What do you see from where you stand? A bright light at the end of the tunnel? Is it a ray of hope? A glimmer of something better? Or will it burn you like the rising sun? Is that sound you're hearing the trumpeting of St. Peter's angels, or the screams of Memnoch's tortured souls? You can't answer that, can you, because you will never know the answer, till the deed is done. And is your faith, really that strong? I understand the need to move on, it is something that happens, and your time has truly come. I also understand that with the beauty of this life there comes pain and despair. No one is immune. But consider what is in your hands. Don't trade a treasure for an empty box.

Det. Nick Knight:
I'm re-vamping myself, Janette. From now on, I say I'm a vampire and proud of it!

Det. Don Schanke:
You're not talking about a six-year-old here.

Det. Nick Knight:
We *could* debate that, Schanke.

Lucien LaCroix:
[Opening credits narration] 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 Knight.

Natalie:
Nick, I'm in the habit of believing 10 unbelievable things before breakfast every day, starting with you.

Tracy Vetter:
I dated him once.

Det. Nick Knight:
Was it serious?

Tracy Vetter:
No, I mean I dated him ONCE.

Lucien LaCroix:
Well I have seen stranger things in my time - men who walk through fire, children born speaking long-dead languages, and Harry Houdini had rather a nifty trick with handcuffs and a tank full of water.

Lucien LaCroix:
You don't look well, Don Constantine. Time's a b*tch, isn't it?

Lucien LaCroix:
I can see by the old clock on the wall that it's very nearly Father's Day. So, tonight's question is - what is a father?

Det. Nick Knight:
You are my truest... friend. [hands LaCroix a stake]

Lucien LaCroix:
Damn you!

Capt. Amanda Cohen:
I think you're very lucky to have such good friends. Appreciate them, Knight. It's what makes life worth living.

Natalie:
So, did you learn anything while you were dying on me?

Det. Nick Knight:
Yeah, I learned that I have to live with the choice I made 800 years ago, and that forgiveness is not something you ask for, it's something that you earn here, among the living.

Det. Don Schanke:
You're not going to be young forever, Knight.

Det. Nick Knight:
So who is the more powerful in the end - the hunter or the hunted?

Lucien LaCroix:
I don't know. Perhaps there is a power greater than both.

Det. Nick Knight:
And the possibility frightens you doesn't it?

Lucien LaCroix:
But what kind of god is it that can create such perversity, that can make such torture?

Lucien LaCroix:
Life will always find a way to cheat death.

Det. Nicholas 'Nick' Knight:
What are you doing here?

Lacroix:
The usual. Making your life a living hell.

Lacroix:
You are not one of them. Their rules do not apply, and the longer it takes you to realize that the longer your life will remain the living hell that it already is.

Lucien LaCroix:
Love? A blip on the monitor of involuntary human response. A hiccup of emotion when compared with envy, hatred, lust. And just who was this Saint Valentine? A bishop, Roman, Third Century, got his head sliced off... ouch. For marrying lovers against his emperor's decree. You see, Claudius The Second believed that men made better warriors unmarried. Power comes with the absence of love. Love...drains us of our strength. We never learn, do we?

Fleur:
Lucien, please. Take me. I cannot live without you.

Lucien LaCroix:
And you say that love conquers all. Well not for you, Saint Valentine. Not for me. Not for any of the... heartbroken.

The Inca:
El piensa que se ha escapado, pero no.

The Inca:
Me van a decir a d?nde se ha ido.

Screed:
You just do what needs to be done. You look her in the baby shoes and you give her the bloody jammin'! You boozle the girl.

Javier Vachon:
She won't whammy, I tried. She's a resister.

Screed:
Then you suck the puppy proper.

The Inca:
I am a soldier of the Great Atahualpa, leader of the People of the Sun.

The Inca:
I met my death in 1531, at the hands of a Spaniard named Javier Vachon.

The Inca:
He wore too much armor.

The Inca:
I thought I could crush him with ease.

The Inca:
She went to Father Sun... I will go to Mother Moon.

Lacroix:
It's Indian legend time. Native American fairy story for children of all ages. Legend has it that when the world was young and unfinished the Great Spirit Father made the mistake of leaving his paints were his children could get at them. Raven begged Eagle to paint him as beautiful and grand as the Great Spirit had made Eagle himself, and so he did, or so he tried, but when Raven looked at his reflection in the water he didn't like what he saw. Raven became angry. He and Eagle fought, and the Great Spirit Father's paints spilled all over Raven and made him all black. Black wings, black eyes, black breast. Raven flapped his wings against the river current but the color was indelible. The water wouldn't wash it away. 'This is your punishment' said the Great Father 'for interfering with my work. Black you are and black you will stay. You will never come clean.' Not much of a legend is there children? But I rather like the moral.

Det. Tracy Vetter:
I had a dog growing up. Sparky

Det. Nicholas 'Nick' Knight:
Sparky?

Det. Tracy Vetter:
Yeah, what's wrong with Sparky?

Det. Nicholas 'Nick' Knight:
Oh nothing. It's what I expected you to call a dog.

Det. Tracy Vetter:
What is that supposed to mean?

Det. Nicholas 'Nick' Knight:
Nothing. Sparky is a fine name. You didn't have a cat named Fluffy did you?

Lacroix:
I have no taste for holiness in any of its forms. It plays havoc with my digestion.

Lacroix:
Bless me father for I have sinned, and I am well pleased!

Schanke:
A tan will do you good. What's a little sunburn?

Det. Nick Knight:
I don't tan. I don't burn. I implode.

Schanke:
I can really see you two together. You must have been really something once.

Janette:
It was a very long time ago.

Schanke:
I know when. In college right?

Janette:
Actually it was closer to the Renaissance.

Lucien LaCroix:
And we ask ourselves, if there is a God, how can this happen? Better to ask, if there is a God... must it be sane?

Lucien LaCroix:
Is the sun shining in the middle of your night?

Lucien LaCroix:
They were hungry, they ate, end of story!

Lucien LaCroix:
Les mortels meurent. Qu'importe la fa?on?

["Mortals die. Does it really matter how or when?"]

Lucien LaCroix:
My very old friend Thomas wagered me he would be able to persuade you to deliver this most intelligent and beautiful woman to him by simply telling you what you so desperately wanted to hear. There may be a cure. Well there isn't one of course. When will you learn Nicholas, that this quest of yours is a hopeless one, that it will only cause you and others misery. Normally I hate to lose but the look of utter foolishness on your face almost makes it worthwhile.

Lucien LaCroix:
So it's question time on Nightwatch dear listeners. I see by the old clock on the wall that its very nearly Fathers Day. So tonight's question is what is a father? Ring. We have a caller and the caller says a father is altruistic. Bzzt. Too bad. Every parent wants something in return. Love. Loyalty. Nothing is free.

Lucien LaCroix:
I gave you life. I gave you power. I gave you my eternal protection, and you want to go back? Can you imagine how that makes me feel? You will stop this pathetic search for a cure. You make a fool of yourself and a fool of me. You're my creature, Nicholas, made in my image.

Det. Nick Knight:
Than I am a monster.

Lucien LaCroix:
I want you to stay out of this. I think a child owes his father that much courtesy.

Det. Nick Knight:
What about what a father owes his child. It works both ways you know.

Lucien LaCroix:
Let's see what your friend Schanke has to say about that shall we?

[picks up Schanke's fathers day paper]

Lucien LaCroix:
"A father provides love, guidance, discipline, protection and support." That's not bad.

Det. Nick Knight:
He left out freedom.

Lucien LaCroix:
So would I.

Det. Nick Knight:
Stay out of the sun, avoid sharp sticks, and you get to live forever. That's supposed to be the deal.

Det. Nick Knight:
Word to the wise - immortality is no excuse not to floss.

Det. Nick Knight:
You have to understand that every drop of blood has your whole life in it. It's just not our food. It's the way we feel life. Imagine if you could know someone's soul just by sharing blood. Everything you know, everything you are, transformed into touch and taste. Imagine the temptation to take just one sip. One sip and then another and another, to take them inside you and know every secret, to let them know yours, to be them. That's why it's such a tough habit to break.

Lacroix:
Let us peel back the layers, let us strip away the last vestiges of decorum and civility and reveal our inner selves. Oui, mes amis, it's amateur night at the Raven, and tonight our amateurs will reveal their inner selves by getting naked.

Lacroix:
Nicholas, how thoughtful of you to bring your own coaster... if only all my clients were as environmentally conscious.

Lacroix:
Really? You know, for all that I dislike what you do, it does appear to have some advatages...murder scenes and all that.

Urs:
[to Vachon, the vampire who brought her across] I asked you to kill me, not to bring me across, not to bear for eternity what I couldn't bear for another second. I asked for death, and you gave me forever-forever!

Javier Vachon:
[referring to Monica, a supposed novice stripper] If she's a amateur, I'm a vegetarian.

Det. Nicholas 'Nick' Knight:
[Ellen is suspected of being the killer. Natalie finished examining a piece of sexy lingerie with Ellen's hair found] Well, her closet was full of this stuff...but Ellen, I mean you saw her, she just isn't the type.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
I don't know, grandparents get busted for mail-order porn these days. You just don't know.

Javier Vachon:
We don't live to kill, we kill to live.

Lucien LaCroix:
Strange how things turn out isn't it? Through hellish circumstance she obtains what has been so elusive to you, only to have that one in a billion happenstance taken from her by you. I don't know whether to laugh or cry for you Nicholas.

Natalie:
[Sees Nick lost in thought] Nick?

Det. Nick Knight:
It's nothing Nat. Another time. Another place.

Det. Nick Knight:
You are everything I detest.

The Hunter:
Well well, a vampire with a conscience.

Det. Nick Knight:
The life I can give him is worse than death, Nat.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
Oh, is it really? Then why don't you just walk out into the sun and end it all right now? If what you have is so terrible, then just6 kill yourself. Here, let me do it for you!

Lacroix:
I *made* you!

Det. Nicholas 'Nick' Knight:
But what you made was a mistake.

[tracking down the felt sense of another vampire as his deceased maker, Lacroix, taught him in 1228, Nick discovers it to be... ]

Lacroix:
Nicolas? I knew you still had it in you.

[Lacroix notices Nick's stunned silence]

Lacroix:
You must have had some idea it was me.

[flashback to when Nick impaled Lacroix in the heart with a flaming 2x4 and pinned him against a wall]

Lacroix:
You didn't actually believe you'd killed me, did you?

[Nick silently nods]

Lacroix:
I'm much too old and powerful for that.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
Suicide is never the answer!

Lucien LaCroix:
Life is a gift. As sweet as a ripped peach, as precious as a gilded jewel. I have never been able to understand the logic of willfully surrendering such a treasure. And what is there to gain? How dark can your existence be when compared to an eternal void? Unless of course, you have faith that there is something beyond. What do you see from where you stand? A bright light at the end of the tunnel? Is it a ray of hope? A glimmer of something better? Or will it burn you like the rising sun? Is that sound you're hearing the trumpeting of St. Peter's angels, or the screams of Memnoch's tortured souls? You can't answer that, can you, because you will never know the answer, until after the deed is done. And is your faith, really that strong? I understand the need to move on; it is something that happens to us all, and your time has truly come. I also understand that with the beauty of this life there comes pain and despair. No one is immune. But consider what you have in your hands before you give it up. Don't trade a treasure for an empty box.

Lucien LaCroix:
Then what am I?

Det. Nicholas "Nick" Knight:
You... are my truest... friend. [hands LaCroix a stake and kneels with his back to LaCroix]

Lucien LaCroix:
DAMN YOU!

Lucien LaCroix:
Love. It warps our senses, twists our souls, can take us past hope, past cure, past help. I know about love. Its suffering, its anguish, its pain. Heaven makes means to kill our joy with love. And yet we must have it any cost.

Det. Nick Knight:
Have you ever had faith in anything but yourself?

Lucien LaCroix:
I have seen too much.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
So, did you learn anything while you were dying on me?

Det. Nick Knight:
Yeah, I learned that I have to live with the choice I made 800 years ago, and that forgiveness is not something you ask for, it's something that you earn... Here; among the living.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
Come on, you know what I believe. Is there an after life? Yes. Can you just knock, walk in and visit anytime you like? I don't think so.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
Nick, when the brain senses impending death it floods itself with signals doing everything it can to hang on to consciousness. Now there is evidence to suggest that what a dying person sees as a result of this brain activity is an intense light.

Det. Nick Knight:
The light that people have reported.

Dr. Natalie Lambert:
Exactly! Naturally induced hallucinations, that's all! These people are kidding themselves!

Lacroix:
We do not sit in judgement of you; we do not accuse. The Truth is simply the Truth. It must be confronted. It must be ACCEPTED.

Lucien LaCroix:
[after Nick finds him with a stake in his chest] Be so good as to relieve me of this will you?

Det. Nick Knight:
Only if you tell me how it got there.

Lucien LaCroix:
An instant of improvidence. A soldier's last lucky blow in battle. I was about to dispense a merciful end to his suffering when he managed to inflict this inconvenience on me.

Det. Nick Knight:
Such ingratitude.

Lucien LaCroix:
Yes. It is increasingly unpleasant, and more than a little annoying. The soldier has been dispatched to hell as I will be shortly if you don't help me.

Det. Nick Knight:
It's an interesting dilemma.

Claude:
[FLASHBACK: France, World War II, a cellar being used as headquarters by a cell of resistance fighters. Claude, leader of the cell, is poring over some papers on a table. The door opens behind him, and Nick enters] [subtitle for French dialogue] Welcome back, Nicolas. Successful?

Nick:
[Nick places the box he's carrying in front of Claude] [subtitle for French dialogue] You tell me.

Claude:
[Claude opens the box, and gazes at the contents triumphantly] [subtitle for French dialogue] High quality German blasting caps. You never cease to amaze me. [Looks up at Nick] After the war you will have a great future in crime.

Lucien LaCroix:
In courts and palaces he also reigns. And in luxurious cities, where the noise of riot ascends above their loftiest Towers, And injury and outrage: And when night darkens the streets, then wander forth the Sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Paradise... Lost.

Emily Weiss:
I'm thirsty. Do you want anything to drink?

Janette:
I'm debating that.

Lucien LaCroix:
We are all under one form of control or another. The Czar under the Czarina, the Czarina under Rasputin, and Rasputin under me.

Det. Nick Knight:
And you are under?

Det. Nick Knight:
Will you bring her across?

Lucien LaCroix:
Then I would have her with me for all eternity. Would that she were a less annoying woman. No, I will drink my fill and then begone, on to new game.

Det. Nick Knight:
Seems such a waste. Such a tragedy.

Lucien LaCroix:
Tragedy Nicholas? Tragedy is not a word I think I've heard you use before. It's not a word that has anything to do with my business. It's not a word that I like.

Lucien LaCroix:
Just remember he who dies with the most prizes still dies.

Javier Vachon:
Cars are sexier with fins, don't you think? More predatory.

Det. Nick Knight:
For me it's a question of trunk space.

Javier Vachon:
Pragmatist.

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