Moonlight: Dr. Feelgood

Beth:

So do you bite people’s necks and suck the blood out?

Mick:

Actually, I get most of my blood from the blood bank.

Beth:

Oh. The Red Cross does not mention that in their literature.

Mick:

I don’t think they know.

Mick:

What are you doing here?

Beth:

Word is, something slashed him open and drained all his blood out.

Mick:

Something? What, as in something like me?

Beth:

I didn’t say that.

Mick:

Whatever did this, is nothing like me, okay?

Beth:

Fine, I believe you.

Mick:

I want you off this case.

Beth:

Why, because there’s a vampire involved? Oh God, I can’t believe I just said that.

Mick:

Yeah, exactly.

Beth:

Hey, I’ve been doing this job long before I knew about vampires, and I’m going to keep doing it. I don’t have to ask your permission.

Mick:

It’s gonna get dangerous, Beth.

Beth:

Then it’s a good thing I got you around.

Beth:

And will you ask the other vampires if they know anything?

Mick:

There’s not like… a big clubhouse where we all hang out.

Mick:

It was pure carnage, man.

Josef:

Yeah, well, the blood loss can be pretty heavy when you’re first turned. And you can really lose it. I know I did. Damn, those were really good times!

Mick:

You don’t know what did this?

Beth:

I didn’t say “vampire”.

Mick:

You came awfully close.

Beth:

In fact, by not saying it, I’m lying to people.

Mick:

Keep it up.

Beth:

Chip? I got the ones without garlic.

Mick:

I can eat garlic. I mean, well I could if I ate. Food. But I – I… I don’t eat food.

Beth:

Just blood?

Mick:

Didn’t we just cover that?

Beth:

Can you fly?

Mick:

Uh-huh. Just like Superman.

Beth:

Really?

Mick:

No. Nah. That would be pretty cool though, wouldn’t it?

Beth:

So, you know what you said earlier… vampires really don’t age?

Mick:

Really don’t.

Beth:

So, how old are you?

Mick:

It’s not polite to ask people their age.

Beth:

That’s just women. I know you must be older, but you look about thirty.

Mick:

That’s how old I was when I was turned.

Beth:

Wow. So when I was two…

Mick:

I looked thirty. When you’re eighty-two, I’m still gonna look thirty.

Beth:

So how old are you, really?

Mick:

I’m going to be 85 this November.

Beth:

Immortality looks pretty good to me.

Mick:

Not from where I’m sitting.

Mick:

And “wait in the car” means?

Beth:

Yeah, ’cause that worked out so well last time!

Beth:

Were you married?

Mick:

Once.

Beth:

What happened?

Mick:

She died.

Beth:

Did you try and turn her into–

Mick:

She’s dead. Period.

Beth:

Okay, sorry.

Mick:

You’re not. Trust me.

Beth:

Pollock — you’ve found him?

Mick:

I staked him.

Beth:

Shouldn’t we call the police?

Mick:

Suggestions like that are why you shouldn’t be here.

Josef:

[to Mick] The incinerator — damn! Remind me to never piss YOU off.

Mick:

Well, she was a vampire. I didn’t know. And on our wedding night she turned me. I went to bed a happily married man and I woke up a monster.

Beth:

You’re not a monster.

Mick:

Believe me, I was.

Beth:

You must find it hard to trust anyone.

Mick:

You asked me if I trusted you. You’re the first human I’ve told any of this to. About who I am, and what I am. So yeah. I trust you.