How's it look?
Like a New Mexican shithole.
Perfect spot for a nest.
Let's hit it.
All right. Gio?
Bene dica vow omnipotens deus.
In nomine Patrius, et Filius, et Spiritus Sanctus. Amen.
-Everything set? -Ready, boss.
We got a nest inside this place.
Figure at least six goons, maybe more.
Chances are, we'll find the master.
You find the nest, you find the master. He usually won't leave it.
It's strictly by the book today. Questions?
Let's get to work.
-I'll do it, boss. -My turn.
Anthony?
Easy with that door. Slow...
...and easy.
Sorry, boss.
Jesus!
-What was that? -I don't know.
Did I wake you, Montoya?
Relax. Dead body. Bled out and cold.
Dead body. Bled out and cold.
Suck it up.
Bambi!
Get it off!
Wait! Hold your fire!
Get it off now!
Now! Fire!
-What? -I don't know. Hang on.
What's going on in there?
Big Deyo, what's going on in there?
We got a live one. Female goon.
We'll save her for you.
Open wide, baby.
Anthony, stick her!
Clear! Take that!
Ortega, we got a fish! Go!
Go from Montoya.
We're losing him!
Bambi, reload!
Shit!
Catlin!
Safety on, boss!
-Got it? -Clear! Clear!
Oh, Lord.
Take over.
Come on! Right here.
Die!
Fucking die! Die!
Fuck it! Not only ugly, he smells bad. Jeez!
Give me the radio.
-Everybody okay? -Yeah, boss.
Got another one. He's dead. Send in the cable.
Give me a minute.
May her soul and the souls of the departed...
...with the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
Nothing like a little head, eh, Padre?
Okay, boys. Time to mop it up.
Deyo, Ortega, Bambi. Upstairs.
Catlin, Anthony, Davis.
Basement.
Enjoy the barbecue, baby!
One, two, three, four...
...five, six, seven, eight...
...nine! Goons, man!
It's not a bad day's work.
You the man!
What is it, Jack? Is something wrong?
Yeah. Where was the master?
-Want us to check once more? -He's not there.
You don't suppose there's another nest, do you?
Sure as hell better not be.
-Let's get out of here. -Get the hookers!
Thank you for all your help.
Father, I've spent two weeks running whores and buying liquor.
-When are they leaving? -We're clearing out tomorrow.
I can't say that I'm sorry to hear it.
You get that little package from us?
Yeah, I got it.
Good, then you're happy.
You all work together?
That's right.
What do you do?
We kill vampires.
I briefed Rome. They're wiring a payment.
-Thanks, Gio. -Cardinal Alba's flying in.
-He wants to see you tomorrow. -It's my day off.
Jack. Not anymore.
What happened to the master?
I don't know, Padre.
A master won't leave a nest filled with goons.
What says he's in New Mexico? He could be anywhere.
Why would he run? It's not like he knew we were coming.
No, really. What do you guys do?
I'm not kidding. We kill vampires.
Tell the lady what we do.
Kill vampires. Hunt them down.
Kick the shit out of them.
Right.
I know how you feel, baby. Nobody believes in vampires.
See, the thing is, we know vampires are stalking the earth.
We also know there's a God too.
We just don't understand him.
Nice party.
You look like you got something other than me on your mind.
Feel like telling me about it?
I was looking for something I didn't find.
That's a pain in the ass.
Maybe you should try looking somewhere else?
I can tell you where you might wanna start.
Well, Jesus, you're right.
I should've been looking in a whole different place.
So why don't you get me something to drink?
And we can meet back in your...
...room.
That's the first good idea I heard today.
Deyo, give me a couple beers, will you?
You're magnificent, you know? Have I ever told you that?
-Slow down, Padre. -No, I'm not drunk.
Oh, really? What are you on, acid?
Doesn't it feel beautiful?
Something you'll never forget.
I know I won't.
I think we're out of beer.
I think we ought to knock over a liquor store.
Hell, why not? I don't give a shit anymore.
I got beer.
Got beer in the other room.
Fucking people. I don't know why I gotta take care of everybody.
And you.
You. You don't go anywhere.
I got plans for you.
Jack Crow.
Quick! The pickup. Keys!
Come on! Come with me!
Did he bite you?
Wait!
I'll use you. Come here.
Leave her! She's dead anyway!
Just take her. I can use her. Go!
Step on it, goddamn it!
-Hit it! -I'm going!
He's right behind us!
Come on! Go!
Kill him!
You okay?
Can you walk?
You alive? Come on!
Come on.
-What are you doing? -She's going with us.
He just bit her!
She hasn't turned yet.
Well, she's on her way!
It's under 48 hours. The telepathic link won't hold.
So what!
She'll start receiving his thoughts, seeing what he sees!
Exactly. Like a surveillance camera.
So we can find him and shove a stick up his ass!
I'm gonna use her to get to the master and whoever tipped him off.
We were set up. He knew my fucking name!
-Come on. -Who set us up?
I don't know, but I want the son of a bitch.
Can you walk?
Wake up! Can you walk? Are you with me?
Come on!
Do you hear me? Well?
This ain't my first time to the dance. Let's go.
Hey, cowboy!
Can I help you?
I'm borrowing your car.
Say, "Help yourself."
-You want me to say what? -Shut the fuck up!
I'll blow your teeth out of your head.
Back off!
Help yourself, boy.
Much obliged, partner.
Get in!
Take her to Apache Springs. Plaza Hotel.
Hole up there. I'll find you soon.
-Dump this thing. Take the Jeep. -You can't bury them all.
Get going.
I need to talk to you!
We're wasting time!
Rule number seven:
Never bury a member by yourself.
Special circumstances.
The team's slaughtered!
-I can handle it! -Bullshit! You know better.
Got any bright ideas?
We kill the whore, bury the team and head back to Monterey.
If you wanna pull out...
-...go ahead. -I didn't say that.
The rules changed. We'll do whatever it takes.
We got 11 hours until sundown.
If you got something to say, spit it out!
I got something to say. Don't take too fucking long!
I get nervous when you're not around.
-How you doing? I need a room. -For how long?
A few days.
It's $375 a week.
Plus $25 for your cable TV.
-What's the fucking total, guy? -That's $400.
Is that your girlfriend?
No, it's my fucking mother. Give me the key.
Come on. Take my arm.
Hey, wake up, will you? Let's go!
Jack Crow.
Cerritos at 14th and Santa Fe. Need immediate pickup.
None of them.
I'm alone.
Dead.
Sources report that all the bodies were decapitated.
The heads were found buried a mile from the murder scene.
The number of dead now stands at 19...
... with police still combing the motel.
Of course, we'll be standing by to bring you any updates.
Forget it.
Buon giorno.
Come. Please sit down.
Who's this?
This is...
...Father Adam Guiteau.
Father Adam's in charge of our archives.
A bookworm.
He's familiar with all your activities.
So speak freely.
Tell me what happened.
We cleaned out the nest.
A master showed up.
No master was ever like this. Superhuman strength. Unkillable.
We didn't stand a chance. So tell me, cardinal...
...but couldn't he be the one?
The one we knew would come along one day?
There are some other developments.
Sad developments.
Tom.
Our Tom. Our Tom Callahan. He's dead.
And the whole European team is wiped out.
When?
Three days ago.
Callahan was clearing a nest near Cologne, Germany.
Local authorities reported it as a terrorist act.
We found this at the site.
Is he the one?
Yes.
What is this?
A celebratum.
It's medieval Latin for "celebrate." "Celebrate this."
Celebrate what?
We don't know.
I've authenticated it. It was painted in 1340.
The subject's name is- was- Valek.
Jan Valek, born in Prague, 1311. He was a priest...
...who turned against the Church and led peasants...
...in an uprising, capturing several towns.
Valek was captured.
He was tried for heresy and burned at the stake.
But after his death he was seen walking at night.
He killed the living to drink their blood.
They opened his grave, and it was found empty.
It's the first known case of vampirism.
A priest.
Valek is not like the other masters you've hunted. He is the first...
...and most powerful.
Of our slayers, you are the only one who faced Valek...
...and survived.
I'm going back out.
You mind if I hang on to this?
I've been in contact with Rome. The Vatican Council...
...requests that you rebuild your team.
-There isn't time. -You're to return to Monterey...
...recruit new team members...
...and try again when you are at full strength.
Father Adam will accompany you and take the place...
...of poor Father Giovanni.
I don't think so.
This is nonnegotiable.
Valek is the original. The source of the disease.
The first vampire created by the Church-
-By accident. -Shut the fuck up!
This was your fight, cardinal. Now it is mine.
If you refuse to obey the rules, the operation will be canceled...
...the funding withdrawn.
You have any idea how this Valek knows my name?
Stay close to him.
What's your name?
Do you understand what's happened to you?
Help me!
Don't fuck with me, honey!
I'll snap your neck like a twig!
Now nod your head yes or no.
Do you understand what's happened to you?
Do it!
All right.
Now I'm going to explain it to you.
First, I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth.
You scream....
Good.
What's your name?
Katrina.
Okay, Katrina.
Here's the score.
I took off your clothes. I cleaned you up.
I tied you down. I also saved your ass.
You've been bitten by a vampire. Remember the party at the motel?
Big guy, pointy teeth. Really shitty breath.
Don't worry.
It'll come back to you.
A master vampire has a telepathic link with his victims.
You're gonna help us find him.
While he's sleeping, we unleash on him.
You're the bait, honey.
Sorry.
I know all about you, Mr. Crow.
I know your parents were bitten by vampires.
You were raised by the Church as it's master slayer.
The truth is, I didn't want to be forced on you.
I was supposed to take over when Father Giovanni retired.
I always dreamed of this.
Ever since I first heard about you, the slayers.
I want to be part of the team, just do whatever I could.
For example, if you wanted to receive...
...the sacrament of confession-?
Fucking priest!
Who set us up?
Was it you? Who set us up?
Who was it?
Was it you? Who set us up?
I don't know what you mean!
You don't think I'll kill you, a priest.
You're seriously misjudging me!
You want to kill me, you go ahead!
I don't know what you're talking about!
I don't.
We'll see about that.
Where are we going?
You have to tell me, Mr. Crow.
You ever seen a vampire?
First of all, they're not romantic.
They're not a bunch of fags in rented formalwear...
...seducing everybody with Euro-trash accents.
Forget what you've seen in the movies.
They don't turn into bats. Crosses don't work.
Garlic? Stand there with garlic, one of them will bend you over...
...and walk up your strata chocolata while sucking your blood!
All right? And they don't sleep in taffeta-lined coffins.
You wanna kill one? Drive a wooden stake through his heart.
Sunlight turns them into crispy critters.
Got it?
See this map?
This map shows all the encounters in the U.S. as far back as the 1800s.
-I've never seen it. -No one has.
Look at the Southwest. See the spiral pattern?
Time-sequence the encounters, you get a logarithmic pattern, ever-widening.
It's a search pattern, Padre. They're looking for something.
Do you know what it is?
I heard stories when I was young.
Something about a black cross.
About vampires walking in the sunlight.
Padre.
Can I ask you something?
When I was kicking your ass...
...did that give you wood?
You get a little mahogany from that ebony?
I'm just fucking with you. Forget about it.
And what God has given her...
... is that she sees her guardian angel.
Oh, Jesus!
What time is it?
9:10.
You want one?
You gotta eat something.
I can't.
I wouldn't mind a cigarette.
We have to work on this.
The less you eat, the faster the virus moves.
Virus?
That's what I call it. Nobody knows what it really is.
Poison, Kool-Aid, it all does the same thing.
Turns you into a vampire.
What happened to the other girls?
They didn't make it.
I'm sorry.
So you remember now?
Yeah, some.
-Why doesn't anyone know? -Nobody wants to know.
That's how vampires survive. They're smart.
They keep their numbers low, and the world never catches on.
Will I be one?
I don't know for sure.
Probably.
Unless we find him before you turn.
Then, maybe there's a chance.
Here's what we do know.
You're connected to the master vampire. He's a part of you.
And this link will grow.
You'll never get him out of you.
Not while he still exists.
Then I don't want to live.
You may not.
Can I get dressed now?
Sure.
Could you get me a towel or something?
It's not like I haven't seen you naked.
Fuck it!
Easy, easy. I'll get you a towel.
One towel coming right up. I won't peek.
Nice try. Leave the door open.
No way.
A little bit.
-Don't do it! -Goddamn it, let me go!
Let me go!
Shit!
Stop it!
Look what you did!
You fucking bit me!
Are you fucking nuts?
Where are you going?
You bite me, huh? Get up!
Fucking bite me!
Fucking bitch!
Fuck!
Goddamn it!
Fucking stupid whore.
Where are you?
I'm fine.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Room 312.
I'm coming up.
Stay put.
I'm Father Adam Guiteau. You're Tony Montoya?
You look different.
I'm an archivist. I've studied the team extensively.
What's this bruise on her jaw?
I had to hit her.
She tried to kill herself. I had to pull her off the fire escape.
Then I fell through the window.
That's all?
Why'd you slug her?
I cut my arm on the broken glass.
I was pissed. I don't know.
I fucking slugged her. Who cares?
That's our new Padre.
We've been ordered to Monterey. Rebuild the team.
-We're going back to Monterey? -No.
Callahan's whole team is gone.
Slaughtered.
So it's just us now.
That's right.
Who is she?
Some hooker.
Bitten by Valek. These vampires are psychically linked.
As soon she hooks into Valek...
...we go look for him.
We have orders to follow.
Fuck you, Padre.
Language!
If you don't follow orders, I'll have to call Cardinal Alba.
Excuse me.
Language.
We'll chat about language. Shall we?
See if this syntax works.
You don't make a call, don't blow your nose...
...don't wipe your ass, unless I tell you. Okay?
Show me.
Katrina?
Can you hear me?
What is it?
There's someone else that you're connected to in your mind, you know?
What're you seeing?
I can't.
Yes, you can, honey. You're with us and safe.
Now, where is he? What're you seeing?
It's dark.
All right. Keep trying.
There's a map.
A circle on the map.
We need a location.
-I'm working on it! -Before she loses him!
-You wanna switch places? -Just come on!
Katrina, listen very carefully now.
I need to know exactly where you are.
What you're seeing right now. Details.
He killed a priest!
You're safe!
Did she say a priest? What priest?
Moving now.
Come on. Stay with it.
There's a sign...
...on a highway that says San Miguel.
San Miguel? San Miguel?
Keep trying! You have to!
I can't!
-Goddamn it! -Jack, the link's broken.
What priest? Goddamn it!
I can get a list of churches if you'll let me call the archdiocese.
Call every church. Find one where a Padre is missing.
Road trip. Your job is to watch this girl.
Goddamn it!
Hey, what's wrong with you?
I'm just tired, that's all.
Is there something you want to tell me?
Nothing you'd want to listen to, man.
I got the fax from the cardinal. You're an investigator for the Church?
We're looking into a pattern of anti-Catholic hate crimes.
-May I? -It's pretty savage.
-Is any of this blood the old priest's? -His name is Father Molina.
Sorry.
You get something, you'll share it, right?
-That's right. -I'd better not find out different.
You won't.
It looks like this blood's from Mrs. Fisher.
We won't know until we get a sample from pathology.
Was anything stolen?
-Just Father Molina. -We found him!
Lord!
I don't get this!
Why come all this way to attack some old priest and a cleaning lady?
Valek didn't feed on either of them.
Father Molina was a scholar of early Catholic history-
-What's the point? -I don't know.
I don't know why Valek killed him.
-What's this? -The Church doesn't know.
You and the cardinal are lying sacks of shit!
Come on. Help me. The hour's getting late!
It's a medieval astronomical sign...
...for the sun.
There are seven more with him now.
Powerful.
Are they masters?
Yes.
I like you. So don't make me hurt you, okay?
Tell me what you know. I'll buy you a beer and get you laid.
You don't tell me, I'll start cutting on you.
No, you won't. You're a righteous man, Mr. Crow.
Besides, I serve a higher master.
Secrets are kept to protect the Church and its followers. Part of-
-Open your mouth. -What?
Open your mouth.
Give me your hand.
You listen to me, you fuck!
My father kept a secret once.
He'd been bitten by a vampire.
He kept it a secret from me and my mother.
By the fifth day, he was turning.
That night, he attacked my mother.
And then he came after me.
I killed my own father, Padre.
I got no trouble killing you.
Last chance.
Now open your mouth.
Open your fucking mouth!
Then prepare to-
What? You ready? Excuse me?
Valek is looking for an ancient relic. The Cross of Berziers.
After his trial, the Church declared Valek possessed.
He was taken to a town in France called Berziers.
An exorcism was performed using an ancient...
...forbidden form of the ceremony.
It was long and very brutal.
Something went wrong.
The wooden gate is opening.
The accounts are confused, but they refer to an inverse exorcism.
The body is destroyed, but the possessed soul remains.
Valek was transformed into a creature...
...whose body is dead but lives on.
A vampire.
It's a cross.
The stories about the Black Cross are true.
It was used in the exorcism and taken to Rome.
It's known as the Berziers Cross.
It was shipped to the New World.
It was moved from one Spanish mission to another.
Its location was kept secret, even from the Vatican.
For hundreds of years it was lost. Cardinal Alba found the name...
...of the only living priest who knew the location.
Father Joseph Molina.
Cardinal Alba and I came to the U.S. to find Father Molina.
To reclaim the Berziers Cross. And that is all I know.
You're a good man, Padre.
Welcome to the team.
God forgive me.
He found it.
Let's hit it.
Wait! Wait, stop the car!
That way.
It was here.
You picking up anything?
He's gone.
-You don't look good. -She hasn't turned yet.
-She can't eat. -Maybe what she wants is human blood?
-She hasn't turned- -I heard what you said.
Why don't you back off?
-What's with you? -What's with me? What's with you?
You're being an asshole.
What the fuck is your problem?
You're not falling for this half-dead-
Fuck!
Nice shot. Wanna try again?
-Stop it! -Get the fuck out of here!
What're you doing?
We're about to have one fuck of a fight!
Do you know why Valek wants the cross?
Think about it for a minute!
I think Valek wants to finish his transformation.
The exorcism wasn't completed.
Valek's vulnerable, able to survive only at night.
So if he completes the ritual?
I think the balance shifts.
For 600 years, Valek has wanted to find a way to live in the daylight.
Fuck me.
Now with the Berziers Cross, he will.
A master vampire able to walk in the sun. Unstoppable.
Unless we stop him.
We'll have to finish this some other time.
We got eight hours of sun left. Come on. Come on.
Come on, baby.
That's where he is.
Santiago.
Place looks empty.
He's near.
What do you figure the population is? 20?
I'd say 30, maybe more. The question is, how many are goons?
Our worst-case scenario, half.
15 dead, 15 goons.
Valek would have been here several days?
That's right, Padre.
He set this up. Slowly. One goon at a time.
He's got the cross and the biggest nest the world's ever known.
What do we got? Three slayers.
Two slayers.
It's time to kill some vampires.
You with us, Padre?
Yeah, I'm with you.
Their location.
Where is he?
Everywhere.
Katrina, baby, listen.
Is he in there?
Yes.
He's in there.
In the dark.
Great. Good girl.
And the best constructed building in town is?
The jail, of course.
Bingo.
She senses him in there.
You think she's telling the truth?
Suppose he's taking control of her?
Then I guess I'll pay with my life.
You're not the only one, amigo.
You're not the only one.
Can you hear me?
I'm sorry.
It'll be all right.
I'll take care of you.
I promise.
It's thirsty.
Think she smells your blood.
I got it! I got it!
Take the woman, Montoya!
Cocksucker! Come on! Come on!
Help!
Padre, kill it!
Kill it, damn it!
Don't just sit there, kill it!
With the stake!
Kill him with the stake! Through the heart!
How do you like your stake, bitch?!
-Is there another way up? -It doesn't look that way.
We have to make them come out of the elevator.
-That means using the cable. -We'll attach it to the Jeep.
Yank them right out into the sun.
Someone has to drive the Jeep.
-How will you lure them in? -Somebody's gotta be inside.
Escape hatch, huh?
When they get in, one of us goes through the hole.
The other guy presses the control button.
The doors shut. They get trapped.
-But it has to be me. -What?
You have to be up here to fire the crossbow.
-You wanna drive? I'll do it. -I can't drive. I never learned.
Okay, Padre.
Light her up and shave your ass. You're the bait.
Katrina, listen to me!
You've gotta try to hold on. Okay?
-You seen Valek? -Not yet.
Anything?
There.
And there.
Okay, I'm ready.
-You gotta be fleet of foot. -I know.
-I'm not kidding. -I know.
I used to play soccer.
-Soccer? -I was captain of my team.
-I'd better be the one in- -No, I'll be fine.
-You will? -Don't worry.
-Just shoot when the door opens. -You can count on that.
-Padre- -I know.
-He's on his way. -Hooked and ready.
What're you doing?
Get back in the elevator!
Shit!
Get ready, Montoya. Here we go.
Open!
Montoya, now!
Sayonara, motherfucker!
Pull!
Padre, you okay?
Did it bite you or scratch you? Okay, come on.
No! Keep the doors- Shit!
Sorry.
It's going all the way down.
I'm bringing it up.
-Sorry about the doors. -No harm, no foul.
-You did good. -I have to do it again.
We're out of time!
Why aren't the doors open? What's wrong?
You should look at this!
Shit!
Goddamn it!
Montoya!
Go! Go!
Montoya, go! Go!
-Come on! -Go!
Shit!
-You never said they could do that. -I didn't know.
Get out of the way!
Let's do it, you bloodsucking bitch!
Montoya! Hook it up!
Padre, get a spike!
She can't take you with her!
Here comes the sun! Come on!
Jack!
Die!
Die, you fucker, die!
Die, you miserable....
Look at the sun!
We're finished.
No, we gotta go back.
Rule number 10, Jack:
You can't kill a master at night.
It's over.
He's right, Padre.
Let's go.
Hello, Jack.
Motherfucker!
Your war's over, crusader.
Hello, Jack.
From your expression...
...I assume you can't understand my presence here.
I'm sorry to disillusion you.
As one grows old...
...as death approaches...
...we begin to question...
...our faith.
And I found mine lacking.
Is there a God? Is there a Heaven?
I can no longer answer this for certain.
I've witnessed no miracles, had no visions.
And the prospect of death terrifies me.
I realized I've only one alternative.
And I made a bargain with the devil, if you wish.
You are truly...
...a pile of dogshit, cardinal.
Yeah. That's right.
That's correct, Jack. And I can live with that.
After I've given Valek what he wants...
...he'll fulfill our bargain.
And I will be transformed into one of his...
...new children.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Eternal life.
Immortality...
...can change your heart.
Prove you can kick my ass. Come on. Untie me.
Fucking pole-smoking, fashion victim. Come on over here.
Five minutes, then you can bite my ass. Would you like that?
What will silence you?
Come on. Untie me, you prick!
Perhaps this will help.
Apparently, your friend is one of my children now.
You are alone, crusader.
What do you want from me?
You hate me so, don't you?
But you made me, crusader.
You hate what you've made. You fear it.
Because it is superior to you.
For 600 years, I fed on your kind at will.
-Why don't you just kill me? -Because you're needed.
The ceremony is a reenactment of the original exorcism.
It requires the blood of a crusader...
...and his crucifixion upon a burning cross.
The climax of the ceremony must coincide...
...with the first rays of the rising sun.
Sorry, Jack.
Padre!
Now what're you gonna do, Valek?
You got nobody to complete your ritual.
The sun's starting to rise!
You will finish the ritual.
Try and make me!
That-a-boy, Padre. Fuck with him! Hey, Valek!
You're shit-out-of-luck.
Give it up.
Finish it.
No.
Finish it!
No!
Come on, Padre! My nuts are on fire here!
Come on. Let's get some vampires.
End of the line, Valek!
You still with us, Crow?
I don't burn so good, bloodsucker.
Give me the cross.
This cross? Let me just ask you one thing.
After 600 years, how's that dick working? Pretty good?
Suck this!
Die, you fucker! Die!
You can't kill me.
You ugly, bloodsucking fucker!
Die!
Shit!
Jesus!
Listen to me. It's going to be okay.
I'll be right back. Okay?
Put your head back.
You look like shit.
Where you going?
South.
You love her?
We make the perfect couple, Jack.
You're not leaving!
Back off.
No.
Don't make me come over...
...and beat the shit out of you!
Back off!
He's a vampire!
Rule number one:
If your partner is ever bitten by a vampire...
...never...
...ever let him live.
I'm not a slayer anymore.
Besides...
...the way I figure...
...you two got plenty to do cleaning the rest out.
She hides in the van while you make for the border?
Try to catch it by nightfall?
I need a vacation, Jack.
When did she first bite you?
Two days ago.
I still covered your ass.
Yes, you did.
I would say I owe you two days.
What do you say?
You've got two days.
Wherever you go...
...I will find you.
I will hunt you down...
...and I will kill you.
The girl too.
Vaya con Dios, my friend.
Vaya con Dios, slayer.
Time to slay some vampires, Padre.
You up for it?
I guess so.
-Just the two of us. -No, Mr. Crow.
He was always with us.
Fair enough, Padre.
Let me ask you a question.
When you were stabbing that vampire, did you get wood?
Mahogany.
-Excuse me? -Ebony.
Teak.
Are you possessed by demons?
-A major chubby. -Language, Padre, language.