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A long, long time ago, nosferatu, the undead,
the race of the vampire, were driven from Egypt.
Most fled to the carpathian mountains of transylvania,
but others of befter taste, including myself,
lraveled south through Africa and over the Atlantic
lo a beautiful island hidden deep in the Bermuda triangle.
There we lived for happy centuries feasting on the blood of unwary travelers
until discovered by the hunters once again.
Then the blood that spilled was our own.
I alone escaped, but a vampire alone is a vampire doomed.
My only chance was to find the one known offspring of our tribe
that had been born in a foreign land.
A woman somewhere in this place called Brooklyn.
Family feud brings you
the world's first coast-to-coast war of the show girls.
Atlantic city vs. Las Vegas.
Here's my show. Come on, baby. You make me excited.
Name something a playboy might have made out of silk.
Sheets, baby. Sheets.
- She ain't gonna get it. - Why don't you put me down for ten
on the knickerbockers this weekend.
You betting on the Knicks. When will you learn?
Call me, baby. Call Silas. I'll take you to get your eight-piece special.
Sheets, baby. Come on, baby, sheets.
You make me excited. Okay, baby. Come on, now.
- C-h-e-e-t. Sheets. - Sheels.
- Yes. That's what I'm talking about. - Oh, shit. Sheets. The bitch said it.
Lel me see. Sheels.
What is that? What was that?
Quake. What is this? Earthquake.
This ain't no earthquake. This is New York, fool.
What the fuck was that”?
- Oh, shit. - What the fuck is going on?
Oh, shit. What the hell is that thing?
Is this how people come and drive up in your shit?
Disrespecting your shit, man? Ain't that a bitch.
What the...?
It's a bird.
Get the hell away from me. Good god.
What the hell's happening here?
Damn.
Look at this ugly thing.
Who the hell's piloting this vessel? Stevie fucking wonder?
Must be a dui. I don't see no lights.
I don't see no people either.
Damn. Look at the time.
I gotta bounce, unc, I'm supposed to be at my lady's crib.
Julius, bring your ass back here. “What?
I don't know nothing. My job is running numbers.
Your job is checking out spooky-ass ships.
- Go ahead with your bad self. - Chump.
Oh, I'm not supposed to be scared, huh?
Ahoy, there. Hello.
Ahoy, motherfucker.
Son of a bitch.
Oh, you're the silent type, huh?
Well, somebody's going to buy me a new TV.
Fifty-inch color.
Shit. Oh, damn.
Ahoy, there.
You in there, somebody?
Is this a joke?
Ahoy.
Arrogant motherfuckers in here don't want to say nothing.
Shit. I'm too old for this shit. Ahoy.
Hello.
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Help me. Help, somebody. Help me. Help me.
That sure as hell wasn't Lassie's ass. Big motherfucker.
Jesus, Mary, and Jo-Jo.
Get the hell out of here.
Don't even think about bringing your nappy black ass back here.
My Adidas. What... Damn, baby, what'd I do?
- You were snoring. - Woman, everybody snores.
Not while they're fucking. Piece of trash.
Eva, Eva, come back here. I was resting.
Rest this.
You gonna be begging for me back here tomorrow. That's all right.
- Yeah, she's gonna be begging. - That's Julius.
- He owes him money too. - Yeah, I see him.
Oh, shit. Pizza man.
- Oh, shit. Coming through. - I'll kill you. You better run, Julius.
I'm coming after you.
Run, baby. Run.
I'm coming after you, baby. Yeah.
Hey, get off my hood, man.
You mind if I borrow your hat?
- No. Go ahead. - Thank you.
Hey. Hey, come on. Hey.
Ain't as fast as you used to be, huh, Julius?
Shit, Tony, bro, I didn't know it was you.
What are you, mental? How many times have I gotta tell you?
I'm Anthony. He's Tony.
Oh, yeah. That's Tony. That's Tony. Right.
Well, you know, all you goombahs look alike to me.
Julius, Julius, Julius.
Tony.
- You got our money? - Yeah, I got your money.
- Oh, shit. I had it just a minute ago. - Yeah, then you're a minute too late.
Tony, Tony, you don't have to do that to me.
Tony, who's gonna take care of my kids?
- You don't have any kids, asshole. - I'll start.
Hey, don't worry about it, Julius. Nobody's going to miss you. Do it.
I wouldn't do that if I were you. “What?
You might miss the heart. Aim between the eyes
that way you get a nice, even spray.
- What the hell? - Who the fuck are you?
I'm maximillian, a connoisseur of death, you might say.
But no one seem to takes pride in the art anymore.
It's so rare you come across a clean kill nowadays.
Oh, you've got two seconds to beat it, eggplant.
Or you're gonna share a coffin with Carl Lewis here.
- I already have a coffin of my own. - Come on.
He's no fun. He fell right over.
There's some fucking whackos in this town.
Let's get back to you, Julius.
- I guess you're out of bullets, huh? - No, I kept one special just for you.
Interesting.
I have been stabbed, and I've been hanged...
And I've been burned, even broken on the rack once
but I've never been shot before.
It kind of itches a little.
You have quite decent aim, though.
But next time...
Put a little heart into it.
Fuck. Tony. Oh, shit.
Don't go away.
He's going to give me the gun.
Oh, shit.
He ain't gonna get me.
I have seen enough. I have seen it all.
I'm getting my ass the hell out of Brooklyn.
I'm going down to the islands. Something peaceful, yeah.
Coney island or riker's island or devil's island.
- Let me light that for you. - Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Hey, man. I don't know how you know me
but... everything is everything.
I ain't seen nothing, okay?
So you can just jump right back through the window.
Man, I won't tell nobody I saw you cause ain't really seen you.
I'm blind. I got, like, cataracts.
I mean, contacts. I got astigmatism, man.
I can't see. I'm blind. Where you at? Where you at? See, look.
Where you at? Where you at?
I saw you at the docks.
You're a liar, a thief, and a cheat.
No. That's my brother, miles. I'm the honest one in the family.
Well, that's unfortunate, because that's what I liked about you.
Hey, easy, easy, bro. Hey, now, come on.
You ain't got to pull that blacula shit with me, all right?
If you're hungry, I'll run you down to kfc
and hit you off with a two-piece.
I already had Italian.
You're going to make me think that you don't like me.
Wouldn't want to do that, now, would we?
I got nothing but love for you, baby.
Hey. What the fuck you doing?
- Welcome to the party, Julius. - Oh, shit.
It hurts, doesn't it?
Yes, pain is an underrated experience, but it happens to be my specialty.
And like it or not, you belong to me now.
Hey, hey, bro. Why'd you do that?
It feels kind of... kind of right.
Because I need your eyes in the day and your services at night.
But, first, I'll need my coffin. Come.
Come.
Wait, where are you going?
Hey, man. What's up?
You ain't gonna be sucking my neck?
Why would I do that? You're my ghoul now.
- I need you to help me find a woman. - A woman?
You came to the right spot, man. I mean Brooklyn's full of hoes.
I'm not interested in your hoes.
I am looking for a special woman.
One of my kind, the only one like her in the world.
As I've come to her, she'll soon come to me like a moth to a flame.
So you're checking for a vampster bitch, huh?
Half-vampire. And she's ignorant of it.
The other half of her still sleepwalks in humanity.
But that's nothing I cannot cure as long as I find her before the next full moon.
- Here? - Yes, here.
Somewhere in Brooklyn.
Oh, man, this night shift is kicking my ass.
How come you never get tired?
I've always been more of a night person myself.
Check it out. This is a good one. All right, listen up, now.
"Your fate will be tested as a loved one dances with death.
- Beware the dark stranger." - Dark stranger.
"When all's lost, look to your soul for the answers."
I sure wouldn't want to be you this week.
Hey, partner, that's your horoscope, not mine.
That's my horoscope?
Oh, shit.
Seventeen dead so far, apparently crew.
The ship was thought to be of Caribbean origin...
We have no information as yet on the cause of death,
but we have noticed that all bodies so far seemed drained of blood.
What the hell is this, captain?
Love boat here came in a few hours ago.
There's 18 that we know of. Whole gang's doa.
- Jeez. Ship's log? - Sort of.
It's half-rotten and written in some strange language.
We sent it down to nyu to see if they could figure it out.
- Witnesses? - Some night watchman over there
named Silas green. Let him tell you what he thinks he saw.
- Find out what really happened. - All right.
- Hey, Rita. - Hey.
- How's your new partner holding up? - She's cool. All right?
- She just needs some time. - She's had three months already.
Look, I know this is a rough time with her mother dying
in the nut house and everything. She's got a job to do.
She's a good cop. She'll surprise you.
That's what I'm afraid of.
- I got it. It's kind of narrow here. - Yeah, yeah.
- Watch your step, lady. - Excuse me.
Oh, my back is killing me. How many more we got?
Fifteen of them left.
- Careful there. - Shit.
Give me your light.
You need a cast-iron stomach.
So you say you saw... a what?
It was a wolf, goddammit. A big black stinking ass wolf.
The motherfucker jumped off the boat and ran over there.
When it got there, son of a bitch turned into a man.
It did the flip-flop shit on me,
just like a whore I knew in Detroit back in '52, '53.
I'd go over her house on Saturday night.
Just love me, man. Take her chicken and some pretzels.
I'd come to the door. She's a man.
Flip-flopping' and shit.
You ever seen a motherfucker flip-flop on you and shit like that in your face?
Going crazy and flipping and shit.
So the wolf you saw looked something like that right there.
- What, the wolf? - The wolf.
That ain't look like that. That's a chihuahua
compared to the motherfucker that come at me. You must be crazy.
- You seen the wolf man'? - Yeah.
To the 25th power.
You people belong behind the line.
- Hey, where's your coffin at? - My coffin is on the boat.
On the boat? Shit, we can't get it now.
Look at all these cops here. I'm allergic to cops.
And you people. You people better keep back.
Killer loves to bite.
And so do I.
Jump.
Killer?
- Here. Here, boy. - Oh, shit. Lovely, dude.
Hello.
Someone here?
Nol!
It's you.
Is someone there?
Shit. Damn it.
Wait.
- Hey, chill, chill. It's just me. - Shit.
- Did you see him? - There's nobody here but us.
Someone's here.
- I saw him or it. - It?
What the fuck? What's wrong with you?
There's a coffin.
Okay. Come on. Right in there. Look.
What? I don't see anything.
Give me that.
- I could have sworn. - Rita, are you okay?
I'm fine, all right? I'm absolutely fine.
Good, cause that's exactly what I told captain Dewey.
That you were absolutely fine.
Right.
- Are you all right? - I'm getting out of here.
What is that?
It's an ear.
A rotted-off human ear.
Yeah, but my ear, man?
Would you look at this? My fucking ear fell off.
You ain't said nothing about my ear. You have another on the other side.
And besides, the benefits of being a ghoul far outweigh the drawbacks.
Benefits? What benefits? Benefit my fucking ear back on, man.
What, you put me in the monster union?
I'm on blue cross... no, I meant blue shield. I meant blue shield, bro.
I've taken refuge in some sorry places in my time.
But this one is a bargain. You ain't gonna get a bargain like this.
My uncle Silas is the landlord. What the hell is all this damn noise?
- Oh, shit. - Julius.
Is that you? Yeah. It's me. It's me.
You little scared piece of shit.
I ought to whoop your ass for booking out on me like that.
- Sorry. - You wouldn't believe the shit I've seen.
I bet you I would, unc.
Nobody believes me. I know a big-ass wolf when I see one.
What the hell's going on?
Just...
- Who's that? - That's my boss.
- You got a job? - What you mean I got a job?
I can't have a job? I got a job.
I've got a good job too.
This cat got loot. He just needs a place to lay low.
Rent's double.
- No. What? - Triple.
- What...? - You know you missing an ear?
Oh, shit. Hey, look. That's just a trick I'm working on.
I got to talk to you about the rent. You can't triple the rent. We got...
Night started off like shit but end up pretty good.
See, I don't turn nothing down but my collar.
How do you do, sir. Welcome to the neighborhood.
Trash man comes on Tuesday. God loves you. God loves me. Bye.
Hey, man. Good thing you ran into me because I can hook you up.
I'll make sure that everything we do is going to be right.
But, first of all, we in Brooklyn now, man.
You got to get rid of this big-ass thing.
You ever heard of a futon? They lighter. They comfortabler,
they are better for your back.
You know they even good to fuck on, man. This is bullshit, here.
You're gonna scratch your ass fucking on this. What's the matter...?
A couple of things to know.
- One, never sit on my coffin. - Okay.
- Two, I want to find the girl tonight. - Sounds good, yeah.
Is there a three?
I don't like mirrors.
Got it.
Rita.
Maybe I am going crazy.
Mama, what's happening to me?
Justice, it's not just the bodies or the ear.
I got a strange feeling about this case.
Rita, you've got a strange feeling about everything,
and what do I say to you every time?
I know what you say. Everything by the book.
But what if this ain't in the book, huh? Going by the book won't solve it.
It might.
Come on, all I'm saying is give something to intuition.
- Excuse me. - Hey, captain.
If you two are finished, we got a development
in that boat people mess.
We've got couple of stiffs in the dumpster over on bates street.
- One guy was ripped to pieces. - Ripped to pieces?
What about the other guy?
Oh, he's in one piece at least, except he's missing a heart.
Bates street. Two blocks from the docks.
- Very good. - Thank you.
What about the ship's log? We've got anything on that?
The university couldn't make heads or tails of it,
so they sent it over to this Dr. zeko, apparently some sort of specialist.
- Zeko. What's the address? - 315 south rockaway.
315 south rockaway? That's a tough neighborhood.
- What kind of doctor is this? - I don't know.
- Maybe he's a heart specialist. - Come on. Let's check it out.
- I didn't get to finish my coffee. - Take it with you. Go, come on.
Zeko's, huh? Yeah, got me the 411.
I got the info and a happy meal.
Good.
Things were progressing well.
Rita's vision of herself dead in my coffin
was a certain sign she was destined to be my mate.
Even my ghoul was showing potential,
performing well those duties only a ghoul can do
when the cursed sun drives a vampire lo the shelter of his coffin.
In return, he would enjoy all the perks and pleasure of ghouldom,
maybe even someaay make vampire himself.
All with only the most minor of side effects.
Shit. What? Hey. What... what you...
- What you doing sitting there, bro? - You got the dropsies.
- That's what I think. - I ain't got no dropsies.
So, what you... tell me... tell me what you think of these wheels here.
I say lucky it's an automatic.
You sure as hell don't have enough hands
to shift and drive at the same damn time.
- A wedding? - A funeral.
- Very nice touch. - Come on. I knew you'd like it.
I used to look like that in '02.
- Same hair, same clothes. - Here you go.
- Would you stop harassing him? - If I was you, I'd take a dick check.
It's all there. It's all there.
Thank god for small favors. And I do mean small.
See that?
Young punk.
Hey, Max, let me ask you something.
Why didn't you bite this bitch when you had a chance?
It doesn't work that way. She has to give herself to me voluntarily.
Hey, this is Brooklyn, baby.
Don't nobody give up shit unless you got some cold cash
or a hot slug for their ass.
In this case, I know more about her than she knows about herself.
One dance with me, one dance, and she'll be mine.
Yeah. Now you're talking, player. Now you're talking.
Take her dancing.
I bet you dance that old wild hammer shit. Let's put on some music.
Show me what you going to do when you get into your wild vampire self.
Show me that old hammer shit you gonna do.
Go. That's some good shit, man.
Am I gonna disappear in the mirrors? You can do that shit. It's fly shit.
I'm warning you to drive the limo and shut your fucking mouth.
Shut up.
Hey, you can't do that while I'm driving.
Shut the fuck up.
- Shit. I'm driving. - Goddamn it.
What the fuck? Did you gave me a brain aneurysm? What was that?
Damn, man. You can put somebody's eye out like that.
So had the lab do a check on that seaweed that was all over the boat.
Seems that particular type only grows in an isolated area of the Caribbean.
Caribbean?
My mother did her studies down there somewhere before she had me.
Rita, how come you don't talk about your mother much?
The paper says she was an incredible woman.
There's nothing to talk about. I never really knew her.
I mean, she sort of flipped out after she had me.
They stuck her in the institution, me in a foster home.
How did your father handle it?
He didn't.
He was murdered down in the islands right before I was born.
I wish I had known him or at least something about him, but...
Wait a minute. “What?
If we got the right address, that's Dr. zeko's.
That's a pretty funky doctor's office.
- So where is this con anyway? - I don't know.
- Closer than you think. - Dr. zeko, I'm...
I know who you are and why you're here.
So you know where this ship originated from.
Any one of 100 isles in the swells of the sargasso sea,
in an area you call the Bermuda triangle. Come on, sit down.
I'm sorry. The Bermuda triangle?
Dr. zeko, what does the log say?
Spoke of a voyage filled with sickness and nightmares.
- They believed an evil was aboard. - An evil?
I thought they killed the last of them, but these men warn us from beyond.
- He's here. - He?
Nosferatu. The undead.
Vampire.
Look, nothing personal, my man,
but this is a murder investigation, not a witch hunt.
That boat's crew are all sleeping at the morgue.
They are not cruising the boulevard sucking necks.
The world is full of false notions, detective.
Vampires are an exclusive race, not a club to be welcomed into
- merely because they've been bitten. - Yeah, yeah, a race.
- Not a club. Of course. - Beware, detective.
What you're facing is more deadly than anything
your profession has shown you.
A vampire has no mercy, no regrets.
He can change shapes.
He could be sitting right next to us right now and we wouldn't even know it.
Yeah, well, I would know it.
Rita, I'm gonna call in, all right?
All right.
Dr. zeko, how do you know so much about this?
On my island...
I faced one over a woman.
I lost.
She was taken.
Here's my best advice, and please listen carefully.
Keep your faith, Rita.
If I know one thing, it's this...
- You'll need it. - Yes.
Do you have a problem, pal?
- There's a killer on the loose. - You don't say.
And what might you know about him?
Well, he's very smart and very quick and quite deadly.
And do you know where this killer is?
He's right behind you.
- Shit. - It's all right.
- Oh, I'm gonna die. - No, not quite yet.
- Oh, shit. - They're very much like us, you see.
Misunderstood.
Sorry.
This never happened before.
Oh, my...
That's unbelievable. Thank god you were here.
Oh, god had nothing to do with it.
I'm Max.
Rita. Rita veder.
I think...
You know, I know this is gonna sound like a line, but...
I really feel like I've seen you somewhere before.
Do you believe in the supernatural?
I might.
Well, I had this dream.
What kind of dream?
There was a beautiful woman...
A woman with a smile so lovely it could brighten the darkest night.
But she was trapped.
She was trapped in a prison where the moon never shined.
She couldn't escape because she didn't know how.
And then I came, and I set her free.
Did you?
The woman was you, Rita.
I recognize you.
Well...
How did you set me free?
I set you free with a dance.
Let me show you.
Come.
What am I thinking? I can't. I'm... I'm on duty.
You're on duty? Sounds like a personal problem.
We ain't try to hit at you. You know who this is?
This ain't Nick ashford, baby. This is maximillian. All right?
This motherfucker's got a pussy surplus.
Solid as a rock. Hey, hey. All right, fuck it, then.
He's trying to get his fuck on. He want to get it on with you, see?
So why don't you just be nice, show my man some respect
because he'll put it on you.
Hey, she's straightened out. Come on. Let's get out of here.
- I am sorry. - Oh, no.
Who knew you were so popular, huh? But it's a good thing.
Because I wouldn't dance with your ass if you were the last man on earth.
You ready? Yeah.
More than.
- I'll see you again, Rita. - In your dreams, Max.
- She's one of a kind. - She is.
Not your kind, though.
Fuck them. They were made for each other...
This tongue of yours has complicated a very simple plan.
If it happens again, I'll hang you with it. Do you understand?
I have to take drastic measures. My time is running short.
You're the boss man. Shit.
Rita, just give me a break.
Now you're saying there's some evil spirit stowed away on board?
Hey. What if I am, huh? Do you want cream?
No. If captain Dewey heard you, she'd have you wrapped in a straitjacket.
Sometimes I feel things, all right?
Now, I didn't ask for it, I don't understand it
but I do know you can't always explain everything by the book.
You finally get a man back in the apartment
and you gonna kick his ass? Interesting approach.
Justice, this is my roommate Nikki.
Nikki, my partner justice.
Well, from the way y'all was arguing, I'd swear you was in love.
- Good. - I'm gonna go on back to the crib.
Because it's getting a little late.
- And... - Wait a minute. You're going...
- You don't want the coffee? - No.
You can buy me some tomorrow.
I guess I've had my fill of superstition for one night.
Next thing you know we'll be seeing little green men.
Right. Sure. Whatever, okay.
You can find your way out, right?
You sure you don't want coffee? I'll make some.
No. I'm breaking out. Who painted this?
Oh, that's Rita's.
She paints things she sees in her nightmares.
Rita's got weird taste in art, but good taste in men.
It's real late. Got to go. Bye.
You know what Freud would say.
If you leave something this important behind, it...
It means you really don't want to go.
Hey.
Two words, cold shower.
Thank you.
Now, he's obviously a man of poor taste.
My sentiments exactly.
You sure ain't from around here.
Yes, you could say I'm a long ways from home.
Oh, well, mine's upstairs.
Would you like to come and warm up with some coffee, or...
Some other refreshment?
Well, I wouldn't want to keep you up.
Oh, baby! Fuck me!
Say my name, baby. Oh, yeah!
Keep it coming!
I feel... I feel like...
I feel...
Damn you, justice.
- Damn you. - Oh, god.
Oh, god!
I do not believe you.
I do not.
Let me see your face.
Let me see your face!
Nikki?
This part of the seduction is quite simple, really.
You just lake away everything that she has,
then, give her everything she needs.
Rita. Girl, I finally found a man who can make the room spin.
Moving out fo find a place of my own
cause we're going fo need the room fo roam. Ciao, baby. Nikki.
Great.
Oh, yeah. You, like, figure out what she's into
and then flip it and fuck her head up with it, huh?
In a manner of speaking, yes.
What church? She had to go to a church.
Hey, man. My pops always said,
the quickest way to a woman's heart is through the church.
It's actually through the rib cage but that's a bit messy.
No, Julius. There are much more interesting ways to her heart.
Through her fears, for instance, or through her faith.
- Excuse me. - Excuse me for a second, sir.
- Preacher pauley. - Yes. I'm preacher pauley.
If you've been misbehaving, preacher pauley's here for saving.
Well...
I think that I'm beyond saving.
- You going to church? - Yes. I just want to catch preacher.
Is he still in the parking lot?
Preacher pauley. I'm preacher pauley.
- Preacher pauley. - Yes, how are you tonight?
Rita, Rita veder. How are you tonight, girl?
I've been tossing about this case that I'm working on.
You're tossing. Right.
I've been having these really strange feelings.
Strange feelings and tossing. Yes.
And I just felt that I needed to talk to someone that I could trust.
Then you come to the right place. Come on.
You're tossing and having strange feelings. And you're tossing.
And then I heard the voices. Voices. You heard voices?
Yes, like they were inside my head.
Voices you've been hearing?
Really. I mean, does this make sense? Is any of this possible?
Well, sister, you'd be surprised at things that are possible.
I guess I'm just afraid of ending up like my mother.
- Afraid I might be losing my mind. - You're afraid you're going crazy.
Good. I mean, it's good to get that out. You can't leave that inside.
If you feel you're going crazy, tell people.
You gotta let it out. You need an outlet.
Well, actually, I get it out in my paintings.
- Oh, you paint. That's interesting. - Yes.
- Good to paint. - Yes.
When I was young, I used to paint...
Preacher pauley, come on, now. Everybody's waiting.
- Well, I don't know right now... - Go ahead, preacher.
- I'm talking to the young lady. - The lord waits for no one.
- Get your butt in here. - Right now is not a good time.
Goddamn.
What did he say?
God damn anybody who doesn't glorify in his work.
It's a hell of a night outside. Let's do the sermon on the lawn.
Come on, sister. Goddamn. Shit.
Excuse me.
Can we bring it down just a little bit, please? Can we bring it down?
Brothers and sisters, please quiet down. Thank you.
Brothers and sisters, we come here time after time,
and we talk about the same old same old.
Quiet.
- We talk about Jesus. - Yes, that's right.
- Jesus said and Jesus went. - Oh, yes.
Jesus heard and Jesus walked over it.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
I don't want to talk about Jesus this evening.
Because as the big man teaches us, there's two sides to every story.
Not one but two.
A story is not one-sided.
A story has duality.
There's two sides to every story.
Which brings to mind the phrase "necessary evil."
I know many of you may hear the phrase, necessary evil, and you say:
"That don't even make no sense to me. Can't be no such thing.
How's evil necessary? That don't match.
That's plaids and stripes, evil and necessary."
You see, because without bad, there is no good.
Without light, there is no dark. You need both these things.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
- If every day is a sunny day... - Yes, yes!
Well, then what's a sunny day?
Well, the bottom line, brothers and sisters,
what I'm trying to tell you tonight is that evil...
Evil is necessary.
Thereby, if it's necessary, evil...
- Evil. - Must be good.
Evil is good.
That's what I think. Evil must be good.
- Let me hear you all say it. - Evil is good.
That's right. Evil is good.
Take brother brown, for instance,
one of our strongest deacons, pillar of stability.
Brother brown was down on butrick Avenue last night
with a two-dollar hoe.
Oh, please, baby. I didn't know she was no hoe.
You told me you was at your mama's.
Now that's evil.
When you tell your wife, "I'm going to see mama."
Then you go on butrick Avenue and get you a two-dollar hoe, that's evil.
But brother brown had a good time with that two-dollar hoe.
You can push a two-dollar hoe to the line. She don't have no limits.
Evil and good, they walk hand in hand.
Evil is as evil does.
Rita, hey, I thought I'd find you here.
What are you doing here?
The captain wants us to check something out.
She got info on those two stiffs in the dumpster.
- What's wrong with you? - Remember Nikki.
- You fucked her, didn't you? - We got us another one.
Fucked who? You know damn well who. Nikki.
You know damn well who. “What?
Nikki. The whore of Babylon. That's what she was.
The whore of Babylon.
- Rita, I never touched that girl. - Oh, yeah?
You should change shirts more often. That's her lipstick on your collar.
Lipstick on his collar. What kind of man are you?
- It's a shame and it's shocking. - It didn't happen like that.
Tell her it didn't happen that way.
Don't be ashamed, boy. Ain't nothing wrong with that.
Don't be ashamed because you went out and got you a little ass.
Ass is good.
I know many of y'all may be saying,
"how does the preacher say ass is good?" How do y'all think y'all got here?
If it wasn't for ass, you wouldn't be here. Ass is good.
Evil is good, and ass is good, and if you get you a piece of evil ass...
Rita, where you going? Rita, you bugging.
- This is ridiculous, Rita. - If it's so damn ridiculous, forget it.
Let's not forget it. I left right after you went to bed.
You ain't got to explain.
No, I'm explaining it because she bumped into me.
I spent the night at the station. There's guys that can swear to that.
Hey, what do I know? She borrows everything else of mine.
Of yours?
Did you say yours?
- That came out wrong. - No. You said yours.
No, no. Forget it. It doesn't matter.
You got your own rules, you play by your own game.
Rita, you and I, we see things different.
We know that. But that don't have to be a bad thing. It just...
Means we have a lot to learn from each other.
Now, look, the reason I came here
is because I got a line on those two John does. Guess what.
- What? - They worked for kitty caprisi.
- The mob boss? - Bingo.
Now, it's getting ready to rain. You want to get in the car?
Get out of here, you piece of shit.
You ain't got the balls for this kind of work, guido.
You made your point. Need to tell you something.
I could be a good stickup man, bear. I'm the fucking best, all right.
Hey, there's a hot piece of ass.
You kiss your mama with that mouth?
I didn't know she was with somebody. Excuse me. Excuse the grabbing.
- I'm sorry. I don't want no trouble. - Get out of here.
- Angelo, you do me a favor? - Get the fuck out of here, guido.
I'm out of here. I'm going, all right?
Oh, shit. You should get an Oscar for that shit.
You the man, boy.
One minute, you's you, and the next minute, bam.
You change yourself into al sharpton.
- Like taking candy from a child. - Can you teach me to do that shit?
It takes a master vampire to transform oneself into a human,
especially to absorb their thoughts. You have such messy minds.
Boss, I got an idea.
Go change yourself into her partner. That'll fuck her head up.
The ones that I go into, they must first be a doorway of evil.
I've yet to discover such a thing with this man, justice.
Frankly, it's beginning to annoy me. Yeah. Me too.
"Ristorante italiano."
Perfeffo. If one is going to wine and dine a woman,
he must know what to wine and dine her with.
But she's in there with that toy cop.
Yes, and after I take her order, we are all going for a ride together.
That's what I'm talking about. It's about time. Let's heat it up.
Go in there and rip off his head and shit down his neck, boss.
- Act like a vampire. - Where did you get that?
This? Oh, that's from bloomingdale's.
I kicked in a window and took it off one of those mannequins...
Standing there like this. I figure I can use it more than he can.
You're improvising. That's very good. You're turning into my best ghoul ever.
Get your fucking hands up, sambo. Now get over here.
- Move your ass, all right? - Take my hand. It's all I got.
You take that fucking hand, you shove it up your ass.
Are you a magician? You got a dove in there?
Give me your fucking wallet. All your money. Come on.
- Brooklyn. - Come on.
- I love this place. - Jesus.
Oh, you fucking moolie bastard!
Dumbass.
They was making a pickup on, let's just say some business proceeds.
- Pickup from who? - Just a punk numbers runner,
name of Julius something or other.
I seen his girlfriend kick the living snot out of him once.
Some big broad named Eva, lives down on quart, I think.
So you think this Julius could have iced your boys?
- Ice the boys. - That putz couldn't ice tea.
He's almost as big a chicken-shit as guido.
Hey, bear.
Okay, drop your shit on the floor. Nobody be smart.
Put your guns on the floor right now. Everybody. Come on.
Everybody. Let's go. You, empty the cash register right now.
Hurry up. Do it.
Okay, here we go.
Hey, there's a lot of fucking love in this room. Look at this.
Speaking of which, do you believe in love at first sight, darling?
- Get the hell away from me. - Trying to play hard to get.
I'll work on you for a while. Watch it, John shaft.
I'll put a hole in your afro. You're gonna be my new girlfriend.
Come on. Here we go. Let's keep this moving.
Is that register empty? What's with this?
Get rid of this garlic. It's all over the fucking place.
Hold the fucking garlic bread.
The next person to offer a fucking garlic product
is going to get one in the ass, all right?
You tell that fucking cat to shut the fuck up or I'll whack him.
I'm fucking starving. You wanna get some takeout?
Let's get some takeout. What's your favorite pasta?
- Fusilli. - Mine too.
We need some pasta here. Fusilli. You, garlic boy.
- Okay. - Get her some fusilli. Two to go.
- Move your ass. - It's coming.
Jesus Christ. Fucking music is making my ears bleed in here.
We need some wine. What kind?
- Red. - Joey, red wine. Come on.
Move your ass. This place is making me itch in here.
- Sugar! - Hey, hey.
The fucking cat has it coming to him.
He's been fucking hissing and making claws since I came in.
Hey.
- Son of a bitch. I'll kill him. - I like cats.
Well, that's all you had to say, doll face.
All right, not so tight, Mr. tibbs.
Hey, lover, you're coming with me, all right?
I'm going with her, okay? I'm going with you. Let's go.
- Hey, bear, who's got the balls now? - Fuck you.
Back off.
Motherf...
- You always got to be the hero. - It was just an impulse, okay?
This guy had a fucking .38 to your head. He could've killed you.
Hey, not a .38. It was a .45. I resent that, all right?
- Shut up. - Hey, I know you.
Did I see you over at jugs on fifth street, that titty bar, the other night?
- Shut up. - Look, I brought him down, didn't I?
- Why can't you just give me that? - He's an asshole. That's why.
- Shut up! - I'm quiet.
You were out of line.
You know damn well, you should have waited for me.
She don't need you, soul train. You tell him, darling.
Shut up. Look.
I happened to be at the right place at the right time. No big deal.
The city of Brooklyn shall be judged as the city of Babylon.
It says here. Listen.
She bears a golden cup filled with her abominations
and the filth of her fornication.
We are supposed to be partners.
We are supposed to look out for one another.
- But you just don't get it, do you? - Get what? What are you talking about?
I care about you a little more than I'm supposed to.
But I can't help that.
Nikki. That's where I know you from.
Nikki told me some cop named justice came by the other night
and beast-fucked her. The other night, that was you?
- You fucked Nikki. - Will you shut the fuck up?
It was you. You beast-fucked her. You did it. You know you did it.
Rita, I don't know what he's talking...
Detective veder, I want you in my office right now.
You did good, honey. You did good. He's an asshole.
He deserved every piece of that palm that hit his face. He deserved it.
Hey, hey. Take it easy. What's the matter with you?
- Hey, police brutality. - Do something with this motherfucker.
Soul train, me and you, right now, huh?
You been informed of your rights, asshole?
- Two-day suspension. - What? Two days?
Yes. I've been informed of everything that I need to know.
- Another nut-case. All right. Move it. - Hey.
Try and kill the cop.
Yes.
Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!
What the hell is wrong...
- He went that way. - He went that way?
Yes, there.
Why don't you guys do a job, huh? Quit standing.
What are we doing on the floor?
Rita.
Watch out.
Idiot.
Hey, watch where you're going, lady.
Yeah. Thanks.
Jeez. Sunday drivers.
Hey.
- You're... - Mr. popular.
But my friends call me Max.
- Well, I'm... - Rita. I remember.
I was just going by and you looked like you could use a hand. You're bleeding.
Oh, yes.
You know, that's twice I owe you.
- You always got to be the hero? - Oh, I...
Just happened to be in the right place at the right time. It's no big deal.
- Look, the bar thing, you know... - Oh, that was my fault.
- No. - That was my fault. I apologize.
- My friend was drunk that night. - No. It was...
Really, it was one of those days, you know?
Kind of like today.
I understand. I'm actually more of a night person myself.
Really?
So am I.
Well...
I better get going.
I'm... I'm starving too.
- Thanks. Good night. - Good night.
Do you like Italian?
I make an excellent fusilli.
Actually, that's my favorite
but I really think I ought to take a rain check.
There's someone else.
No.
Not anymore.
Well, if there's no one else, then I would love to have you for dinner.
Look here. I'm a cop.
- The police. - The law.
Which means if you try anything funny, I'll shoot you.
Do I look like I would bite you?
You better not, not after the day I've had.
Can I send my car to pick you up in a half-hour?
Your car.
Well, then, let's make it an hour.
I'll see you then.
Look, Rita...
I just got a few things I need to say because this is real hard for me and...
Shit. I never said nothing like this before or nothing...
Damn.
Look, I'm the man
and I got a few things I got to set your ass straight on.
Right now, you're going to do what I say to do.
Shoot. I must be crazy.
I know I ain't gonna say that shit. Justice?
- Rita? - So, what are you doing here?
I was just...
Where you going?
Oh, dinner.
- Dinner. Dressed like that? - Yeah.
- Who you going with? - A friend.
A girlfriend.
I'm just saying because, damn, you look good.
Can I give you a ride or something?
- I've got one. Thanks. - Damn. That's your ride?
- Miss Rita. - Good Eve...
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Got to go.
Did you want something?
I was just going to get a pizza and, you know, I thought...
- Just have a good time, that's all. - Thanks.
Enjoy your dinner. Yeah. You too.
You thought you was gonna get some ass tonight, did you?
Take your ass to blockbuster, get a video.
Pizza place.
Ain't no pizza place around here, lying motherfucker.
See ya. You need to lighten up, standing there looking all mean.
Get your lying ass out of the street.
- Are you sure this is it? - Yeah, that's it. Very low pro.
Right down that hall to the right.
A minute earlier, and she'd have caught me casting every spell I knew
on Julius' pigsty of an apartment
but by the time she arrived, I had the place in reasonable shape,
if I do say so myself.
Please excuse the rest of my building. I only recently acquired it.
- This is incredible. - No. You're incredible.
- You look fabulous tonight. - Thank you.
I don't get to dress up too often.
Well, that needs to change. Do you like red wine?
Oh, of course. It's the only one I drink.
Really? We share similar taste.
Van gogh. He's my favorite painter.
Oh, have a closer look.
Is that the original? Yes.
He's my favorite as well.
So torn by visions that no one else around him could appreciate.
You know, I find myself strangely drawn to his art.
It's sort of an outlet for me.
I know what you mean.
- It's beautiful. - Yes, it is.
To the beauty...
Of the night.
Hey, right here. I got it for you.
- Go away. - Police officer.
Just want to ask you a few questions, ma'am.
What the hell you trying to do? Break my damn door down?
Let me see your shield, not like it's gonna mean shit.
Just want to ask you about a friend of yours, goofy-looking guy,
used to be a numbers runner for kitty caprisi.
Julius? He in trouble?
Come on in.
I feel as if you know me.
Yes, we do have a great deal in common, don't we?
Well, some things, yes, but...
I mean, you've been to so many places.
You've seen so much.
I mean, you've had such an exciting life.
You might say that I've had several.
You know, sometimes I wonder what's out there,
beyond the skyline, beyond Brooklyn.
Past everything I've ever known.
Well, there's no place you can't go.
No place the subway doesn't run.
But what about your dreams, Rita?
Your dreams of another life and another world, another you?
Everyone has those sorts of dreams.
You have a hunger never satisfied.
And a need never fulfilled.
God only knows what I need.
And I know.
You need to give me this drink, give me your hand...
- And come dance with me. - Oh, no.
- I'm not a good dancer. - Oh, come, please. Just one dance.
Come, come.
Oh, Max.
Oh, this is crazy.
There's nothing wrong with being just a little crazy.
I've never danced like this before.
And now you'll never stop.
I haven't felt like this since...
God, I've never felt like this.
How would you like to feel like this every night?
Is that a trick question?
Go to places you've never been?
Yes.
Drink the wine you've never tasted?
Yes.
I can give it to you, Rita.
A world where no one laughs at you for what you feel...
What you see, what you are.
All you have to do is just...
Say it.
Say the word. Say it.
Yes.
Yes!
Shit.
Looking for the girl?
Girl? What girl?
You're a cop. You're supposed to remember faces.
The night watchman, down at the dock, right?
Right.
And I'm also the proud landlord of this residential-type place,
so I do know who come, and I do know who goes.
I'm looking for a brother named Julius. Julius Jones.
Jones.
Knew a latoya Jones once. Used to call her Mrs. butterworth
cause she had an ass flat like a pancake.
I haven't seen her around lately. But I have seen your partner.
Yes, I have.
You've seen my partner?
Must have done some serious bumping last night with that cat.
What cat?
Some suave motherfucker. New tenant.
He's been tapping that top-shelf Booty.
I'm talking about bang, bang, bang, bang.
She walk out here this morning, she was bowlegged.
So you know where she went?
I'd say she's going home to get some sleep.
Of course now she didn't get none last night.
- Bang, bang, bang... - Thirteen fox, come in, over.
- Shit. - Justice, where are you?
Thirteen fox. What's up?
We got a doa at Brooklyn city hall.
Female, late 20s.
Captain requests you on the site.
- Hey, lieutenant. - Hey.
God knows who or what got her up there.
Let me see that thing.
Looks like a bed sheet or something she's wrapped up in.
Shit.
Damn. Nikki.
Rita.
If there's one thing a vampire has, it is Patience.
Especially with those of his own kind.
Rita.
But even that, in time, runs out
and then in the family of darkness,
blood will prove thicker than water can ever be.
Rita, wake up.
Rita, wake up. Wake up.
Justice?
Damn, girl, I must have called here 50 times. What, you sleep all day?
I'm thirsty.
What's going on? What are you doing here?
It's about Nikki.
Look, justice, whatever happened between you and her...
She's dead, Rita.
What?
But it's more than that.
The way she was hanging...
It was exactly the way you painted it.
No.
No. No... it was... it was just a dream.
No. It's real.
Justice, you saw her?
Somehow, I'm not crazy.
No. No crazier than the rest of us.
But why me?
- Why is this happening to me? - I don't know.
We'll figure this out. Together.
Now, we make mistakes, and we have differences, but...
It's okay. We're only human, right?
Oh, Nikki.
Rita.
You know what you're doing?
I'll make it up as I go.
I want this, but...
But damn. Oh, damn.
Nol!
- No! No! - Rita.
Forget you, bitch!
- Max! - Easy. Hold on, honey lamb.
Now ain't a good time to fuck with the man, okay?
Oh, shit.
- Oh, shit. He got you too? - I'll handle this.
Yeah, handle your business.
I'll be in the kitchen. Want a cappuccino?
Welcome home, Rita. Do you still take red? Wait, after last night,
you're probably wanting something with a little more bite.
- What have you done to me? - I only did what you asked.
I didn't ask for this!
But you wanted it, you needed it.
And now you can feel it. Look at you.
You're more alive than you've ever been, Rita. Stop fighting it.
- Death becomes you. - It was you, wasn't it?
All the murders, the alley, the boat, Nikki.
It's a gift, but you have the same thing too.
- I just unwrapped it for you. - Gift? Of what? Death?
Of life. I have given you eternal life.
No.
- This isn't happening. - It's happening right now.
Speak. Can you feel it? Come on. Come here. Listen.
Listen to me. Do you hear that? Do you hear it?
That is the sound of the night.
It's calling.
- Not to me. Not to me. - Yes.
Women.
Frightening.
Isn't it?
- You are. - I meant freedom.
To do anything you want, anytime, anywhere.
I know it's terrifying at first.
I passed terrified about half an hour ago.
Rita.
All your life you wondered why you felt things that no one else felt.
Why you never caught a cold. Never broke a bone.
This is just a dream, right? Pretty soon, I'm going to wake up and...
And I will be there.
Rita, I'm not going to be alone again.
I'd perish without you.
I can go back.
Go back... to my life.
You can't stop me.
You can't.
Then go.
Go back to your little shoe-box apartment.
Filled with those empty dreams, huh?
And go back to your church. Don't forget the collection plate.
Your preacher's whiskey supply is running low.
And go back to your job,
where they laugh at you behind your back, and they call you crazy, or...
You face the truth, Rita.
That you have no place left to go but to me.
What do you know about truth, huh?
You lied to me from the beginning.
Your father sent me to you.
- What? - That's the truth.
Your father.
If I had told you that when I first met you, when I had come to you,
if I told you what you were,
would you believe me if I told you that you were the daughter of a vampire?
You're lying!
You would have loved your father.
Your mother did before they killed him.
Who? Who killed him? Who?
Humans. Humans fear what they don't understand.
And they hate what they fear.
Your father sacrificed himself so your mother could survive.
That's what drove your mother insane.
But what if I don't... want this?
Rita.
What if you do?
Who's there?
Step into the light.
Detective justice.
You were expecting me?
You or the dark one.
Could have gone either way. Personally, I'm glad it's you.
I need your help.
Things have changed. Come on, sit down.
Rita has changed.
She's... she's seeing things in her dreams.
Now she's missing. What kind of dreams?
Nightmares. She paints them.
A girl was murdered, and it was exactly the way Rita painted it.
And then...
Then I saw this.
It was the last one she did.
Then it's true, there was a child.
I knew Rita's mother, detective.
I was in love with her years ago.
She studied the vampires of my island. I was her guide.
I saw her succumb to the powers of the dark one, and Rita is the result.
It's like, just please clean my house. I don't wanna hear that your kid's sick...
- Max, please don't. - We must do it.
Besides, she richly deserves it.
We must feed, Rita, or we die.
Well, here's my shortcut.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
This one that has come is the last
he needs her.
He has to move very, very quickly.
I'll kill him, if he hurts her. You have to.
If you want to save her, you must kill him
before she abandons her humanity and feeds.
Much as she is human, she's now also a predator.
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
I have pepper spray, and I swear I'll use it.
But I want you to know, I understand the negro people.
I understand how you've been chained down,
by the oppression of white capitalist society.
Yes, well...
Then you'll understand this.
Max.
Nol!
Your turn, Rita.
Taste her. Taste her and quench the hunger.
No.
- I won't do it. - You don't have a choice.
No deposit, no return, no going back.
Help me.
No.
I'm not going forward.
You can't run from your hunger, Rita.
There's no place you can hide!
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us
and lead us not into temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
Help me.
- Where are you taking me? - You need your rest.
- We have a long journey ahead of us. - Where are we going, boss?
We go home and while she rests, you pack.
We'll try to leave by dawn.
- Can I talk to you about my head? - Drive!
- Ready my coffin. We're leaving. - Now?
She don't look like she ready. She need a nap.
I'm going to ready the coffin. We can leave. We're getting the fuck out of here.
Rita.
My sweet, you must feed, or you're going to die.
I want to die.
I won't let you.
I'll find someone for you.
Hey, hey, hey. The Knicks won.
Julius, goddamn it, you owe me $50.
Good god, he's a bad motherfucker.
Julius. Where's my $50, jul...
You ain't Julius.
You're that cop's girl. What's wrong, baby? You look sick.
Had too much pork today, huh? Bad pig feet, ate the bay leaf.
Want some COD-liver oil, baby? Tell me what you need.
What she needs is some fresh blood.
Blood? Blood? I'll go to the red cross. Get all you need.
Shut up.
- Hey, brother, what's the idea? - The idea is dinner.
Dinner? I don't see no dinner. What we having?
- You. - Me? Don't do it, baby.
Do it, Rita. You don't have to resist. Do it.
Don't do it. I got old, tired, grandpapa blood.
I got high blood pressure, baby. High as the motherfucking moon.
You suck my blood...
- Rita. - No!
Police. Police.
- It's okay. - Get out of my way. Police!
Rita, it's all over. Just walk away.
- Hey, coffin's all ready. - Take care of that one.
I got him. All right, super cop.
Better take your uncle and get the fuck out of here,
or I'm getting ready to put this shit on you.
- You better shut up. - Here I come. Oh, you're not afraid.
That was my fucking eye.
Come back here. Shit.
You're quite a bulldog, justice, but Rita belongs to me now.
Fuck you, man.
Shit.
The heart.
This is my stomach. This is my heart.
You should know the rules, zeko.
No.
Not him.
Rital
Rita.
Are you okay?
My leg. I think he broke my leg.
Fuck your leg. Have you seen my eye? Easy.
- I'm just looking for my eye. - Your eye?
- Yeah, it came out my head. - I think I got your ear.
Damn. I said, "watch your step,” nigga, shit.
You mashed my shit all up.
The coast clear? Yeah.
You sure? Yeah. Give us a hand.
- I got to find an eye doctor. - I want y'all to get out of here, man.
And get him to a hospital. I'm not leaving without Rita.
Justice, remember the painting.
If she joins with him completely,
- she'll strike you next. - I'd let that Booty go.
The bitch tried to suck me like I'm a damn 40 ounce of malt liquor.
- Kill him. - Thanks, doc.
God is with you.
I'll keep that in mind.
- You're going to need him. - All right, come on, man.
- I'm going to get you out. - I ain't going nowhere.
My homie's in there. He taking care of me.
Taking care of you? Yeah.
Have you seen yourself lately?
- Let's get the hell out. - Don't do that.
Look at this shit, man. Look at this shit.
- That's my arm. - He taking care of you?
- Put that back on. - You're the fugitive.
I ain't no fugitive. Well, put that back on.
That's my shit. I need this shit, man. You can't just snatch a brother's arm.
Right through your black heart.
You shouldn't have come.
- Rita. - It's too late for me.
Rita... oh, shit. Look at you.
Now it's too late for you.
Still don't believe in vampires, detective?
I'm taking Rita with me. It's not too late for her.
You should be worried about yourself.
- Hey, bitch. - Rita, get away from him.
I can give her everything, justice. Tell me why you deny her that.
She doesn't belong in your world. She's not a killer.
- It's in her blood. - But not in her heart.
It's not in your heart, Rita.
- Are you sure about that? - I'm sure you're ugly.
Come, you bastard.
Shit.
That's it. Goddamn it.
Idiot.
Get the fuck away from that knife. Get... come here.
Not in her heart, you say? Why don't you ask her what she is?
I'm hungry.
Tell him, Rita. Is his blood good enough?
He'll do just fine.
- Rita, no. - Forget it, justice.
Time's up. It's too late.
It's much too late.
This is your destiny.
And yours.
- Take him. - A part of me loves you so much.
But that part of me must die.
It must die.
I told you...
That you were...
A killer.
Come on, Rita. Let's go.
Come on.
Come on. Get up. Come on, come on.
Get out. Come on.
I'll take care of you. Let's go.
- You'll be okay. - No!
Where did it all...?
You did good, Rita.
You okay?
Cross my heart...
And hope to die.
- Come on, let's go. - I warned you, James.
I got to find myself a safer job, like the motherfucking bomb squad.
Hey, unc, hey, at least you got your health.
Well, thank you.
And at least you got your...
Well, you know, you got...
- You got a limo. - That's right. I got a limo.
I got the front seat, now. Let me drive.
No more driving limos for me. Yeah, my little ass is in the back.
Look at this mother here.
- Hey, unc, talk to me. - Cruise control.
Power steering. Power brakes. Power windows. Power seats.
- And we're surrounded by leather. - Let's see what we got here.
Hey, look at... hey. Brother lost his mood ring.
Oh, shit. No.
No, man. This is Max's shit.
Yeah, well, Max ain't gonna need this.
Max is spread out all over Brooklyn. You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm going to wear this in great Max's honor.
You know, we got to represent our homie, the vampire.
Hey, unc, check it out.
- Gq or what, nigga? - Macaroni. Macaroni.
Jesus, Mary and little Bo-peep's mama. What the hell's wrong with you, Julius?
Ain't no smoking in the limo, Julius.
Good god almighty.
You done flip-flopped to end all the flip-flopping.
Unc, I got my shit back, man. I got my hand back.
I got my arm back. I got jewels out the ass.
Look at these jewels. Look at these fly-ass shoes I got, man.
Oh, my. “What?
Oh, my.
Man, Max said being a ghoul had benefits.
- What? - But goddamn.
- Well, I ain't no ghoul. - Welcome to the party, unc.
Let's get this show on the road.
- Well, you're the boss. - That's right.
There's a new vampire in Brooklyn.
And his name is Julius Jones.
Did I tell you I won the Indianapolis 5007?
- I beat a man called a. J. Fittipaldi. - Oh, yes.
- Yeah, I looked just like that in '62. - Sixty-two?
- Oh, they called me pretty Willy. - Stop it, pretty Willy. Drive the limo.
Oh, goddamn it.