Previously on Moonlight:
I saw Coraline last night.
You look just like someone I know.
- Ex-girlfriend, maybe? - Ex-wife.
Coraline is dead.
You saw her die with your own eyes.
I was kidnapped when I was 4.
I don't remember much. But the man who rescued me, he was fearless.
As long as I was in his arms, I knew I was safe.
I know who saved me when I was a little girl.
I found my guardian angel.
Memories can be fragile.
Mick.
Fleeting as a whisper one moment...
powerful as a scream the next.
I got the proof. She's been lying to us, stalking us.
Morgan is Coraline.
- I know she is. - You know?
I spent so long hiding from my past.
- Hi, Beth. - Ignoring the whispers.
- How could you? - This is not what you think.
But I remember everything now...
and the screams are the only thing I can hear.
Hey.
- I got your message. - Get in.
- Wanna tell me what you're doing here? - Get in.
Okay.
Does this seem healthy to you?
Morgars quite the exhibitionist, isn't she?
- See? That got your attention. - What?
So tell me about her.
- Who? - Your ex-wife.
What do you wanna know?
Well, we got time, so why don't you start from the beginning?
How did she become a vampire?
Coraline was turned in the early 1700s in France.
- She was a courtesan. - Oh, she was a hooker.
No, more like a friend of the court.
She's still got the moves.
- Beth, that's not her. - Was the sex good?
- You understand that? - So you were on and off for 33 years.
- The sex kept you coming back? - What is this?
She kidnapped me when I was 4, took me from my bed...
terrorized me, almost killed me.
Yeah, Coraline did that...
not the woman that you are currently stalking.
You're sure, 100 percent? No room for doubt?
Get down, get down.
If that's the same woman who destroyed my childhood, I've gotta know.
- You telling me you can't understand? - All right, what do you want me to do?
If Coraline reinvented herself as Morgan...
there must be something she forgot, some piece of evidence left behind.
You're the one who told me that her story checked out.
On the surface, but now I wanna dig deeper.
- Keep her occupied. - How am I supposed to do that?
Just turn on the Mick St. John charm.
What girl could resist?
All right, listen to me. If Morgan is Coraline...
and I'm not saying she is, if...
and she realizes that you suspect her...
I don't know what she'll do.
I'll be careful.
But one way or another, I will finally find out the truth.
We both will.
Pretty.
My wife, Tina. I want you to follow her.
I wanna know where she goes and who she sees.
So, what makes you think she's cheating on you?
I didn't say she was.
I've been doing this for a while, Mr. Haggans.
Man wants his wife followed, he thinks she's having an affair.
Tina's my second wife...
obviously much younger.
I've given her financial stability, social status.
And what I expect in return is fidelity.
Lately she's been distant, secretive.
If she were an employee, I'd suspect that she was interviewing for another job.
But she's not an employee, she's your wife.
The principle's the same.
I'm the CEO of a Forbes 500 company.
If my trophy wife is stepping out...
I wanna know before my board of directors does.
And I want someone with no ties to me to be looking into it.
Twenty-five thousand now...
another 25,000 upon delivery of all audio and photo surveillance.
I know a photographer who'd be perfect for this job.
I hope he knows how to keep his mouth shut.
You're the only person that knows.
Anything shows up on the Internet, I'll know who leaked it...
and there will be severe consequences. Do I make myself clear?
Crystal.
She's leaving my office building on Bunker Hill today around 1 p.m.
Just one more question, Mr. Haggans.
You obviously don't trust your wife.
- Do you love her? - I own her, Mr. St. John.
That's all you need to know.
- I wasrt sure that you'd show up. - Yeah, me either.
Notice I chose a public place.
- You're buying, right? - Yes, of course.
Ready to order?
I'm gonna have the carpaccio plate with some french fries...
and this Burgundy here, the Romanée-Conti Richebourg.
Excellent choice. And for you, sir?
Oh, nothing for me.
I'm on a special diet.
Yeah, you and everybody else in this town.
Body-image freaks.
If you're not here to break bread, what's this about?
I want to apologize.
- I would think so. - The other night.
- I was completely out of line. - That's an understatement.
There's absolutely no excuse for the way I acted.
Are you talking about when you ripped off my clothes...
or threw me to the ground or just generally scaring the crap out of me?
- Which one? - Pretty much all of the above.
It's just you look so much like someone I know.
Knew a long time ago.
If that's the way that you acted towards her too...
I gather it didn't end very well.
No. No, it didn't.
But I wanna make it up to you.
I have a surveillance case. I need a photographer.
It's gonna be $ 10,000 for a couple of days of work.
- Ten thousand dollars? - Yeah.
- The Romanée-Conti Richebourg. - Apology accepted.
- Thank you. - You're very welcome.
- French fry? - No, thanks.
You sure?
Why don't you enjoy them for me?
So, what's this case about?
Husband thinks his wife's having an affair.
- He wants proof before he confronts her. - Mm.
- Sordid. - Well, you can't always judge.
No, I meant that in a good way.
Oh.
About this ex-girlfriend that I remind you so much of...
what happened?
- Did she cheat on you, or...? - Ex-wife, actually.
And no, fidelity wasrt our problem.
It was a very complicated relationship. It's probably best if we leave it there.
That sounds like a story.
So do you want the job or not?
Let me see, $ 10,000 to follow people around...
and take pictures of them having sex?
I'm in.
Digging into a person 's background these days is pretty simple.
Google search here, credit check there.
But when their background goes back almost 300 years...
Journalism 101. Begin at the beginning.
Go back to where it all started.
No!
No! No!
What's that?
Oh, a fleur-de-lis.
Did you know French courtesans...
were branded with them in the 18th century?
It's like a permanent scarlet letter.
Oh, does this have something to do with Paris Hilton?
Uh... No.
Oh. Then I don't care. Do you have a story you're working on?
I do, actually. I'm off to do some research now.
Bring me something sexy that I can lead with.
Sex, betrayal, murder, this one's got it all.
Hmm.
Oh, she's pretty.
But for 50 grand, he could've upgraded to a new model.
There's a lot of people around, a lot of cell phones.
That means a lot of interference.
We're gonna have to stay close if Haggans wants all this on tape.
I'll keep moving and try to get clean shots.
Okay. This is for you.
Keep the line open. You let me know if you see anything that I don't.
This is so Bourne Identity, I love it.
Okay.
- It's a little independent place... - Kids, calm down.
Yep. Well, if they wanna use my space, tell them to call me. All right.
Target entering plaza from northeast corner.
I'm on her.
I'm not sure.
I think we got something.
I see him.
- How about we take a walk? - What are they saying?
There's too much interference. I'm gonna have to get closer.
Okay, so I know you're going to the office tonight...
Look, don't worry. We got it all worked out.
I don't know. Sometimes I feel like we waited too long.
Okay. I told you, no one else knows, it's just us.
How can you be sure that he doesn't know?
Oh. She sees you. Mick.
- What's the matter? What is it? - Nothing.
I'm just being paranoid.
Understandably so.
I really should be getting...
What are they saying?
This microphone's not picking up anything.
That was the money shot.
All right, you go.
But, listen, when you go home, act natural, okay?
It's planned out, but if he finds out...
I know. He'll kill us.
- Talk to you later. - Mick, I got it.
It's full-frame, the kiss. I'm amazing.
What's your problem? We can go to Haggans now.
It'll be the easiest 10 grand ever.
- Yeah, I don't think we should do that. - Why?
I just heard Tina say that Haggans is gonna kill her.
I know you're going to the office tonight...
- but what about me? - Don 't worry. Got it all worked out.
You know, after the kiss, I heard what Tina and Owen were saying.
Wow, you were right about the interference.
Cell phones, traffic noise.
It's gonna take a while to sort this out.
- It's just us. - How can you be sure he doesn 't know?
Because I know. If I ever...
No, that's not it.
It was right around here.
When you go home, act natural.
It's planned out, but if he find...
I heard it. I heard it.
The man said, "But if he finds out..."
And then Tina responded, "You know he'll kill us."
- I swear to you, I heard it. - It can be a figure of speech.
Like "I'd kill for a burger." You're not gonna really kill somebody.
No, it didn't sound like that to me.
- And you're sure it was them talking? - I'm positive.
Maybe the mike missed it.
You think your ears can pick up something...
that a $5000 digital unidirectional microphone can't?
Look, what if Haggans isn't thinking about divorce?
What if he's gonna use this evidence as an excuse to murder his wife?
- Wouldrt divorce be easier? - Yeah, and it'd also be more public.
Haggans doesn't strike me as the kind who wants his personal life on display.
Does he strike you as the kind of man that would be capable of murder?
Anybody is capable of murder.
Given the right circumstances.
Haggans hired you to get information.
You're not responsible for what he does with it.
- I'm not gonna get those people killed. - No info, no paycheck.
All right. I'll talk to Haggans again, okay?
You gonna ask him if he's planning on murdering his wife?
I might try something a little more subtle than that.
Well, on the way, we can stop by Buzzwire.
I'm friendly with one of the sound guys.
Maybe he can help us clean up some of this audio.
I had a boyfriend in college who taught me how to pick locks.
Thought it was a cool party trick.
He also taught me how to chug a beer in one gulp.
Not really as useful as an adult.
It's one thing to be in someone's space when they invite you in.
They make the bed, clean the dishes, hide the bong.
But when they're not expecting company...
that's when you see how someone really lives.
So let's see how Morgan really lives.
I need to see Mr. Haggans.
Mr. Haggans isn't here.
I can see him.
He's here technically, but I've been given strict orders not to disturb him.
Tell him Mick St Johrs here to see him.
When Mr. Haggans gives me an order, I take it very seriously.
You tell him or I'm gonna tell him myself.
What is it about "I don't wanna be disturbed"...
you don't understand?
Get everything.
Don't come back in here, okay?
Mr. Haggans wants to know if you have the surveillance.
If so, I've been instructed to give you your final payment.
I'm not giving this surveillance to anybody but Mr. Haggans.
Personally.
You tell your boss...
when he's ready to see me, he can have his surveillance.
Not before.
- How'd that go? - Haggans wouldn't see me.
- Doesrt mean he's a murderer, though. - Doesrt mean he's not.
I'm gonna keep following Tina until we know for sure.
Biltmore Hotel, Room 713, one hour.
We should follow them.
They're gonna be at the Biltmore in an hour.
Wait, how did you know that?
Trust me.
Don 't know what I was expecting to find.
Impressive shoes, though. Prada, Y-3, Manolos.
I'm in the wrong line of work.
Guess immortals don 't shop at The Shoe Barn.
I know, I know, but this'll only take a minute.
Or maybe just two minutes. I have one thing I have to pick up.
I have the perfect rig for this...
and a long lens that'll pick up a bead of sweat from 100 yards.
You're enjoying this way too much. You know that, right?
Beth?
Hi.
Did you say something?
Yeah, I said...
"Come on, hurry up, let's go."
Okay, I'm just... Ow.
Just making sure I have everything.
Now, let me see.
- Are you okay? - What you've got is good.
We don't have much time. We don't wanna miss anything.
- Let's go. - Wow.
Someone's sure getting into the spirit.
I don't know how you heard them talking about this.
You must have ears like a bat.
Not like a bat exactly.
You know what? Be grateful. I used to date a lot of musicians...
and after a few years on-stage, they're just, like, deaf as doornails.
Musicians, huh?
Yeah.
Hey.
Hey. Can you talk?
Not really. Where are you?
Still at Morgars. That was close.
Yeah, it was way too close.
Oh, hurry up. The clothes are starting to hit the floor.
- Where are you? - I'm at a hotel.
- Whose clothes are hitting the floor? - You know something, l... I, uh...
I can't get into this right now.
- Oh! Oh, my God, look at her. - Seriously, what are you guys doing?
- We're working the case. - You're working something.
Hurry up or I'm just gonna start without you because this is hot.
Mick?
I gotta go. I gotta go.
Mick.
Are they saying anything?
Not unless they're using deep breathing and moaning as code.
Listen to this.
What would your father think about that?
You're his wife. Ask him yourself. Heh.
Haggans' wife is having an affair with his son.
Her stepson.
Like that wouldn 't be the final nail in our coffin.
That's kinky.
And a pretty good motive for murder.
Yeah.
Hey.
- Hey. - How's the case going?
There's nothing like spending the afternoon...
cuddled up in a hotel room watching family members have sex.
- Huh? - They're not even...
actually related, biologically speaking.
It was like pay-per-view, but more hair. Do you wanna see the photos?
You know what? I think no. They're confidential.
You're not blushing, but I think you're actually embarrassed.
- You're so cute. You're so old-fashioned. - No, I'm not.
You werert shy when it was happening.
Well, I'm so glad you guys are working so well together.
Seems you make quite the team.
Maybe we could make this a permanent arrangement.
I tend to work alone.
There's gotta be something for Beth to do. We could make it a threesome.
I would love that, but I've got my own investigation going on.
Research on this new story.
You know Maureen, relentless.
But you two have fun.
Hey, listen, Beth. Uh...
Morgan and I are gonna be here for a couple of hours...
so maybe I'll see you when you get back.
Maybe.
I'll call you when I'm wrapping up.
Hey.
- About what happened at the hotel... - Which part?
The kiss.
That was nice, huh?
Well, sure, but...
Don't be all weird.
It doesn't mean anything.
Oh.
- Unless you want it to? - No.
Of course not. I mean...
Oh, I get it. You don't want me to tell Beth.
You've got it bad for her, don't you?
Which I gotta say, I don't think she's your type.
Really? And what do you think my type is?
Well, that would be me.
Looking so much like the ex and all.
- Mick St John. - This is Mr. Haggans' assistant.
Mr. Haggans wants to know if you're ready to hand over the materials.
Well, that depends. Is he ready to meet with me?
Mr. Haggans will meet with you if you have the surveillance.
Okay, you tell him one hour, the Savoy Restaurant.
We can discuss my terms of handing over the surveillance.
You're meeting with Haggans?
Maybe I can find out if he suspects his son is involved with Tina.
What about the surveillance files?
I'm taking everything back to my office on the way.
I'm not giving Haggans anything until I know what he's up to.
Let me have your memory card.
Well, this is unexpected.
Sell that.
I need to talk to you about Mick.
I know you're his friend.
- Is he in trouble? - I don't know.
I think so.
It's his ex-wife, Coraline.
Coraline died a long time ago.
I don't think she did.
I think she survived and became human and is masquerading as Morgan Vincent.
I don't know what Mick has told you about me.
Not much.
But I know you're a vampire.
And I know he trusts you.
And what do you want?
The truth.
I'm sorry, you can't just keep sitting here without ordering something.
I'm waiting for someone.
Have a sandwich while you wait. Something off the dessert menu?
Not hungry.
Then why do you keep meeting people at restaurants?
Fine. But at this point, maybe you should consider...
your date's not showing.
- How did it go with Haggans? - He never showed.
It was a ruse to get me out of my office so he could steal the surveillance.
- Let's go to his office and confront him. - No.
I have to get to Haggans' son.
Haggans now knows about his relationship with Tina.
All right. I'm gonna look up his address for you right now. Let's see.
Okay.
All right, here we go. Owen Haggans.
22 Wedgewood Lane, Bel-Air.
- I'm on my way. - Be careful.
- Yeah, yeah. - I thought you were a photographer.
Yeah, I am. You can still think that.
Why did one of my sound guys give me this JumpDrive to give to you?
Because I asked him to clean up some audio for me, that's why.
Hmm. What story is this for?
It's still in the concept stages, but I think you're really gonna love it.
Hmm.
I met Morgan.
And sure, she looks like Coraline, a lot like Coraline, but it's not her.
Morgan is not a vampire.
What if Coraline found a way to become human again?
First Mick, now you.
There is no cure for vampirism. There's no magic pill.
No " click your ruby slippers together and rejoin the mortal coil."
Becoming a vampire is a one-way street.
There has to be a way. I think Mick...
When it comes to Coraline, Mick doesn't think with his big head.
Hey, you have to understand.
Mick and Coraline's relationship was one of those terrifying...
self-destructive freak shows that you spend your whole life searching for...
knowing it can only end in one or both of you dead.
That's your idea of love?
What can I tell you? I'm a romantic.
This was Coraline's house in Hollywood, where they first met.
It was quite the scene back then.
She could really throw a party.
So you knew her?
Met her for the first time in New York.
Lincoln was president.
Mick said she was a courtesan.
Yeah? Well, Coraline was a lot of things to a lot of people...
most of them men. - But Mick was different?
Yeah, she wanted him and got him.
And then really worked him over.
But eventually, the crazy got to be too much...
and Mick wanted out.
He'd break it off, but Coraline was like a bad drug habit.
He kept going back to her.
Until she took me?
Mick couldn't stand the thought of a child dying because of him.
Finally, one happy family.
It was too much.
It gave him the strength to break away once and for all.
I remember the fire.
I watched her burn.
I haven't been able to ask Mick this.
I know he feels guilty enough as it is.
But why did Coraline choose me?
She thought she could put a family together and settle down.
You know, like the woman who gets pregnant to save a bad marriage.
You specifically, you were probably just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
It didn't work. She didn't get him back.
- I think you know Mick better than that. - And you knew Coraline for a long time.
So if she is back, what does she want?
If Coraline is back, and that's a big "if"...
then she's back for Mick.
I made up my mind to see Coraline's party house for myself.
It's one thing to wanna know the truth...
it's another to confront it head-on.
My mind has spent so long trying to protect me...
shielding me from what happened.
It was the only way I could feel safe.
Even now, something inside me is screaming "stop."
But I can 't.
And I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever feel safe again.
- Yeah? - My name's Mick St John.
I'm a private investigator hired by your father.
Come on in.
Thanks.
All right, I told you, no one else knows, it's just us.
Now listen, when you go home, act natural, okay?
It's planned out, but if he finds out that we're trying to kill him...
Now, listen, when you go home, act natural, okay?
But if he finds out that we're trying to kill him...
I know. He'll kill us first.
So why would my father hire a private investigator?
To follow Tina.
He suspected she was having an affair, but he didn't know with whom.
It was you? You broke into my office.
We can't take the chance that anyone else knows.
We'll never get to my father if he suspects.
So we kill him tonight.
Mick?
Come on, pick up, Mick.
Mick.
Here.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
- They must have hit me from behind. - Oh, my God.
Here.
Thank you.
All right, let's get you to a hospital.
No, no, I'm fine. It's just a scalp laceration.
- They're always worse than they look. - What?
Look... Look worse than they are.
That's what I meant.
Haggans wasrt the one planning the murder.
I know that.
Haggans is the intended victim.
They're going after Haggans now. We have to get to him first.
Oh, my God.
Hey, honey.
It's okay.
You have to go to bed now, okay?
Oh.
This is where she kept me, alone.
Locked in this room, waiting for her to bring me to meet Mick.
To lure him back, to make us a family in her deranged mind.
Okay, little girl.
Oh. You need to get some sleep tonight. You know why?
Because tomorrow's a big day.
You're gonna meet your new daddy tomorrow.
I'm gonna take you to meet your new daddy.
- Hey. - Mr. Haggans isn't here.
- Where is he? - Gone for the day.
- Where'd he go? - I'm not at liberty to say.
Tell me where Haggans is or better hope this job has a good dental plan.
He just left two minutes ago with his son.
You take the elevator.
Tina's waiting in the car for us.
You're not gonna tell me where we're going?
Come on, Dad. That'll ruin the surprise.
Surprise.
Mr. St. John.
Hey, what the hell are you...? He's my son.
Yeah, it's your son. It's also your wife's lover.
These two have been conspiring to kill you.
That's impossible.
Call the police. Now! Now!
Morgan!
Holy crap. What was that?
And they said Jordan had air.
So the son and the stepmom have an affair...
and conspire to kill the husband/father?
With him out of the way, they could have both the company and each other.
Remind me to have kids.
Listen, Haggans' assistant, a guy named Tucker...
lured me out of my office for Owen.
- He had to have been working for them. - I'll send a car.
You do have evidence to back all this up?
- Audio and visual. - We're gonna need those photographs.
Morgan.
Sorry.
Sorry, I'm just still a little freaked out. Uh...
I've never been almost killed.
- You got everything you need? - Yeah.
Go and get cleaned up.
You can bring everything down to the station tomorrow.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Do you want something, Mick?
Coraline.
Are you really surprised?
Huh? How many clues did I have to give you?
The Proust book, an old song.
I even ordered my favorite glass of wine.
You really thought you'd killed me, didn't you?
How have you done this? Huh? How have you done it?
- Become human? - Yeah.
I thought it would get your attention. You like human girls.
You're telling me there's a way back? Huh?
You're telling me there's a cure?
Tell me, tell me.
- Mick! - Wait.
Mick.
I got the proof.
She's been lying to us, stalking us.
Morgan is Coraline.
- I know she is. - You know?
Hi, Beth.
How could you?
This isn't what you think.
No, no, no!
What are you doing?
Oh, my God. Try not to move.
What have you done?
Listen to me, Coraline. Try not to move.
We have to get her to a hospital.
Stakes don't kill vampires, they paralyze them.
- She's not a vampire. - She's Coraline, you said so yourself.
She's Coraline, but she's not a vampire.
Not anymore. She's human.
There's a cure.
She has a cure.