Previously on Moonlight:
It's been six days since I took the cure...
that turned me from a vampire back into a human.
- How long will it last? - I don't know.
Maureen? No!
Ben Talbot, district attorney's office.
I'm Mick St. John, private investigator. Maureen was killed by a vampire.
I can't save Beth as a human. You have to turn me back.
- Your face, what happened? - Vampires and humans can have sex.
You're not afraid Beth's gonna get hurt. You're afraid.
Being a vampire is not what's keeping us apart.
It's just you.
He's still on us.
Okay, this is a one-way street.
So?
- I'm going one way. - Yeah, the wrong way.
Hang on.
Okay, you can't die. You can't die, you cannot die.
- What? - Nothing, it's fine.
Listen, I've worked with many DA's offices...
and whenever you get a new boss...
Well, everybody runs things differently. You know, it's all about personality.
Yeah, but Maureen was what made Buzzwire work for me.
She was supportive of the stories I wanted to pursue.
- Your new boss isn't? - I don't know.
He's calling a big meeting to discuss Buzzwire's new direction.
Which might not include stories about demented professors or serial killers?
- You've looked at my stories. - Yeah.
- They're not what I expected. - What do you mean?
- They're not all fluff. - Thanks.
I think.
I can shake him.
No, no, no!
Oh, God!
- You did it. You lost him. - That J-turn gets them every time.
Okay, so you've done that before.
Afraid so. Welcome to my world.
So you've been reading my stories, you've asked me to lunch. Why?
Nothing nefarious. I just wanted to learn more about you.
We went through heavy stuff.
It's not like you get kidnapped by a surgeon every day.
We almost died, and I wanna talk about it...
but I can't seem to explain it to most people.
You can't unless you've experienced it. No point of reference.
Exactly. I still don't understand how Mick and that other guy got us out of there.
Who is that?
- Where did you learn to drive like that? - Three sessions at NASCAR.
Oscar gift bag, 2006.
- Tierney. - Yeah, over here.
- Nice. - You ready?
- Let's go. - Tierney.
- Is that Tierney Taylor? - Yeah.
Making her "Look at me, I'm a celebrity" entrance.
Being human again, however briefly...
put me back out into the world.
And it made me realize I was tired of hiding.
Beth was right when she said that being a vampire doesn 't have to define me.
Maybe I can use my job to live in both worlds.
But jumping into this world makes me feel like...
l've gone straight from the minor leagues to the World Series.
Welcome to Hollywood.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Too close. - There's no such thing.
Are you sure you're not hungry?
Yeah, I had a big breakfast.
- Doesrt this bother you? - I expect it here. Or Kitson, the Grove.
Any place they think a celebrity will show up.
But they were waiting outside my house this morning.
Like they knew exactly what time I was leaving.
And they shouldn't have.
I sent fake schedules to your manager, your agent, your publicist.
- It's not them tipping off the paparazzi. - Somebody close to you.
Like a friend, your boyfriend.
No, no way. This nightmare is affecting Scott too.
Doesrt Scott's band have a new album that's coming out?
I'm just saying, maybe he wants the publicity.
I get it. I'm a celebrity. I chose to live my life in the public eye.
But I at least have to have a couple people in my life that I can trust.
That's why you hired me. To make sure you trust the right people.
Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite movie star.
- Jason. - Ha, ha, ha. Tierney.
Honey, you look fabulous, as usual.
Ah, this one's new.
Oh, no, Jason, this is Mick St. John.
He's overseeing some new security arrangements.
Mick, this is Jason Abbott. He's producing my new movie Lusitania.
And this little girl is the reason for Lusitania.
We're gonna have a billion-dollar franchise on our hands.
Yeah, now that we finally have a start date. I am so excited.
This movie could never happen without you.
Jason, stop.
Would you two excuse me? I'm gonna go to the ladies' room.
- Hot lunch date? - Very hot.
And sunny. Definitely too much sun.
It's not a date.
Are you working for Tierney Taylor?
- What do you know about her? - Just what everybody does.
What her favorite color is, everybody she's ever dated.
- What she had for dinner last night. - Right.
I've been meaning to call about the other night.
- The other night when you kissed me? - So how do you wanna do this?
It's called dating.
Right. We go out, get to know each other.
You've known me since I was 4.
Okay, it's weird when you say it like that.
- Tierney. - Tierney, Tierney.
Can we get one right here?
Tierney!
- Hey, hey. - How was lunch?
- What, are you following me? - No, not me.
"Hottie," huh? You should put it up on your Facebook page.
- You've seen my Facebook page? - Of course I've seen your Facebook page.
- Did you like it? - Yeah.
I was surprised that Mr. Skulk- in-the-Shadows is all over the Internet.
Yeah, well, I wanna expand my business...
and I realized that I need to put myself out there.
Your flashy new client will certainly see to that.
- Now, this Tierney girl... - Yes.
I know, she's a celebrity and you're concerned...
I'm endangering myself with this kind of exposure.
But don't worry, Dad, I'll, uh, be careful.
Don't call me that.
- Well, you did turn me. - Re-turned you.
Okay, re-turned.
You were gonna become a vampire again anyway.
- I'm not your sire. - You're kind of my step-sire.
No.
Now, you wanna know what I was gonna say?
I was gonna say Tierney reminds me of Jean Harlow.
- You went out with Jean Harlow? - I mostly stayed in with Jean Harlow.
If I were going to give you advice, which I'm not...
I'd say go for it, yeah, have some fun.
For somebody who's finally decided to join the 21 st century...
you're going from zero to 60 in half a second.
- Jean Harlow? - Yeah.
As reporters, you've all been scrupulous about researching your stories...
and checking your sources, and not intruding into people's privacy.
Mm-hm. And while you've been doing that...
Buzzwire has been scooped on an hourly basis...
by TMZ and Perez Hilton, and Ain't It Cool News.
So new rule: If you hear Amy Winehouse...
is out snorting vodka shots with Prince Harry, run with it.
- Yeah? - And if it's not true?
We'll retract it later. So off you go, my little scoopsters.
Get me that news.
- Hi, Mr. Lewis, I'm Beth Turner. - Oh, I know.
- I've had my eye on you. - Really?
I hear you have an in with Tierney Taylor's new boyfriend.
- Scott Walsh? - Mick St. John.
He's a private investigator.
Even better. More likely to have the inside scoop on the curse.
- The curse? - On Tierney's new movie.
The Jason Abbott Lusitania thing.
Start date's been pushed three times.
So you think there's a supernatural curse on the movie?
Of course not. But it makes for a great headline.
So Abbott's throwing a party for the movie.
I scored you an invite and since you're in so tight with her new hottie...
I'm expecting you to come back with something hot.
- Okay. - Okay?
Oh, my God.
The last time I saw The Grey Ghost was December, 1942.
I was with my regiment, sailing from New York to England.
Scared to death.
Off the coast of Scotland, we got hit by a 92-foot wave, almost capsized.
Some guy wrote a book about it.
He called it The Poseidon Adventure.
Exaggerated things a bit...
but I like to think the Gene Hackman character was based on me.
Oh, please. Don't shoot.
- Tierney Taylor's new boyfriend. - Who I am is none of your business.
- Who are you? - Dean Foster.
And actually, everything that Tierney does, it is my business.
That's called stalking.
- It's called making a living. - Oh, yeah?
You getting any help with that? Anyone close to Tierney tipping you off?
- Think I would tell you? - I get the obsessed fan thing.
You seen her movies, feel some connection.
Listen, I don't give a damn about Tierney.
I care about how much I can make off her.
Girl's my ride, man.
Dude, I've been knocked out by guys way more famous than you.
So go ahead. Hit me.
And then we'll see how much I can squeeze out of you.
Come on.
I don't have time for trash like you.
I told you this was a paparazzi-free night.
- Have a good time. - You don't pay me to party.
I don't pay you to be my bodyguard.
Why don't you just think of it as a night off?
- Go talk to your friend. - What friend?
Oh, how many movies? Let's see...
I saw you with her at lunch.
Yes. She's, um...
Last week, I was talking to Malkovich, and, I mean...
- I think we're dating. - You think?
Well, it's complicated.
- Can you be yourself with her? - Mostly, yeah.
Then un-complicate it.
- Scott, let's go, babe. - It's the makeup.
- Sure. - Yeah, see you later.
I'm only 26 years old.
- Can you believe that? - Later.
But I know I look more mature, and, hey, look, this is a mature town...
it needs mature people, okay?
And that's why you guys...
That was the most boring conversation of my entire life.
Tierney's producer has the most unbelievable ego.
What about the other guys? Were they Abbott's body guards?
Investors. Paying for the movie and party.
- This guy is hilarious. - Really?
- Looks like Tierney's having fun. - Yeah, she doesn't get to relax much.
So, uh, where does a vampire take a girl on a date?
- I don't know, the usual places. - Probably not a lot of restaurants.
I'm guessing you get bored watching women eat.
Actually, I haven't exactly been in a romantic relationship with a human...
since I became a vampire.
What? You mean you haven't...?
Not with a human.
- Wow. - Not like you've slept with a vampire.
- Once, in college, but I was really drunk. - Right.
What else are you doing behind my back?
I can't believe you don't trust me.
- How can I when you do stuff like this? - I'm not the one keeping secrets, Tierney.
I'll see you back inside.
- Are you okay? - It's nothing.
- It looked like something to me. - It's a misunderstanding, that's all.
I'm gonna go to my stateroom, fix my face.
- I'll come with. - No, I'm fine.
You really are very nice.
There you are. I've been looking for you.
- I'm sorry about that. - Not a problem.
Look, I gotta get back to Buzzwire and fabricate a hot story.
- Did you hear that? - What?
It's Tierney.
Mick, no!
Ahh! Oh, God!
Stay back.
Show some respect.
For what? Some drunk actress who fell overboard?
Hey! Hey!
You wanna go for a swim too?
Excuse me.
- Was she drunk? - No, she wasrt drunk.
I would've smelled it on her.
- Where are you going? - Tierney's stateroom.
It had to be an accident. Who would have a reason to kill Tierney?
Nobody I know of.
But since I was reviewing the security...
if she was in danger, I should've known about it.
- You can't think this is your fault. - I told her she could trust me.
I'd look out for her.
Now she's dead.
What is it?
Blood.
This was wiped and put back.
Somebody hit her?
She was dragged from the room.
Tierney was murdered.
Well, well, well.
- What a pleasant surprise. - What are you doing here?
The DA's office wants to make sure...
the police don't screw up another high-profile case.
Is that right?
Either way, I need you both to clear the scene.
- The display case. - What about it?
That anchor's your murder weapon.
Bag it.
What amazing luck, you being on the scene like that?
TMZ didn't have anyone, and Perez Hiltors sitting at home...
waiting for somebody to e-mail him. I already have the headline.
"Wild child Tierney takes drunken plunge."
Tierney wasrt drunk.
Okay, if we're wrong, we'll do a retraction, but in the meantime...
People think that she deserved what she got?
I can't help what people think.
There is a chance this was murder.
- Seriously? - Yes.
But don't post this until I have the facts straight...
or I'm not writing it, and you have no story.
This would go so great with murder.
Okay, I'm thinking splash page. Don't ask me what I paid for it.
- Where did you get this? - Dean Foster.
And he's got more where that came from.
Mm-hm. Heh, heh, heh.
Mick. Welcome back to the land of the undead.
Here for a little A-positive? I restocked.
No, I'm here about Tierney.
Yeah, it's a shame. I liked her movies.
- Never actually saw one. - She did a bunch of teen movies.
They're not really my thing, but a matinee at the Chinese Theatre?
Best air-conditioning in town. Like a giant freezer unit.
Yeah, if your freezer smells like popcorn.
Dude, I sleep here.
Popcorn would be a huge improvement.
You know the press are saying this was an accident.
- That she was drunk. - You know her blood alcohol was normal.
The c.o.d. Was a skull fracture.
- So she was hit in the head? - Yeah, with this anchor.
I found traces of her blood on it and the shape matches the fracture.
- Where did you get that? - ADA Talbot brought it in.
- Hey. - Hey. Guillermo confirmed it.
Tierney was dead before she hit the water. Someone killed her.
I came to show you this.
Grant bought it off a paparazzo named Dean Foster.
- I ran into him on the dock. - To get this, he had to be on the boat.
So how did he get past security without an invite?
I don't know. Maybe whoever's leaking him information got him in.
I gotta speak to Tierney's boyfriend. Find out what they were arguing about.
Love to help, but Grant insists I speak to Tierney's producer.
He wants a quote using the words "movie and cursed."
Listen, once you're done, you wanna come by?
- We could share some information. - I'd like that.
They werert here five minutes ago.
Hey, Tierney's boyfriend. Over here.
- Go, save yourself. - See you later.
- Tierney's boyfriend. - Right here, right here.
He went this way.
We lost him.
Hey. Hey.
- You little punk, give me that camera. - You kidding? Know how much this cost?
The camera, Lost Boy.
You should be ashamed of yourselves, making a living like this.
Talk about bloodsuckers.
It's perfect. We work at night.
We get places other people can't.
A cigar?
Really?
What? It's gonna stunt my growth?
What can you tell me about Dean Foster?
He's intense for the work.
Yeah, most of us will take a picture of anyone, but old Dean?
Well, let's just say he lacks diversity in his subject matter.
Let me guess. Tierney Taylor.
- Where can I find him? - Nobody's seen him since she died.
He's probably curled up in his shrine room crying.
Mm-hm.
Can you keep your colleagues off me?
In the name of vamp solidarity, we'd love to help, but...
You're a celebrity PI now. You're the story, dude.
Yeah, the movie's dead. The studio pulled the plug.
I heard the studio thinks the movie was cursed.
Sometimes I think there was a curse.
Every time we were ready to roll, something happened.
- Like the fire and the boat sinking. - Heal the Bay is on my case.
And now Tierney's accident.
Except it wasrt an accident. It looks like murder.
- Who'd wanna murder Tierney? - That's what I'm trying to find out.
That's pretty ballsy of you, Miss Turner. Chasing down Tierney's killer.
You should sell me your story. I could get Cameron Diaz to play you.
Why don't you get her to replace Tierney?
Tierney was the movie.
The studio would never let me do it without her.
You think I killed her?
- I loved her. - People kill for love all the time.
Tierney and I fought sometimes, sure, but we always made up.
At the party, what was the argument about?
I found out she was hiding something from me, okay?
I was upset. The two of us, we didn't have secrets.
Everybody has secrets, Scott.
Not me and Tierney.
I heard a message that her business manager left for her.
She paid this paparazzo, Dean, 50 grand to keep some photos off the market.
When I asked her about it, she blew up.
I figured Dean had snapped her fooling around with some other guy.
Maybe you even.
There was nothing going on between myself and Tierney.
I didn't wanna believe she was cheating, but when she wouldn't tell me...
My band hasn't hit yet.
And Tierney had.
And it was tough, sure, but we loved each other.
And, um, whatever Tierney was keeping from me...
we would've worked it out.
- What are you doing? - I'm watching for the paparazzi.
I figure we got about 10 minutes before they track me down.
Or less.
Mick.
Oh, God. Mick.
Here.
Let's get inside.
You okay?
Yeah.
Thank you.
I got a partial plate number off the car.
- Whoever's after you is... - Wait, after me?
They were trying to kill me?
They were headed for you. I pushed you.
You had to push me out of the way because I was standing next to you.
Maybe they were after both of us.
I mean, my case and your story both connect to Tierney, right?
Maybe we're closer to her killer than we thought.
What did Abbott say?
There's definitely something weird going on with the movie.
And now the studio's shut it down.
- They're not gonna replace Tierney? - No.
The movie was insured, so investors will get money back.
What about Tierney's boyfriend?
We found out that Tierney was paying Dean off.
- For what? - I don't know.
Scott thought Tierney was cheating, and Dean found out and blackmailed her.
Maybe she got tired of paying him, and he killed her.
Or she wasrt paying him at all.
Boyfriend was lying to cover up his guilt.
The boyfriend's only crime is being in an emo band.
What's wrong with emo?
Nothing, when they were influenced by Husker Du.
But now they all just copy Jimmy Eat World...
and, well, that explains Dashboard Confessional.
I like Dashboard Confessional.
No, you don't.
- Where you going? - Home.
Not alone, you're not. Somebody just tried to kill you.
Well, you can't drive me. There's a mob of paparazzi outside.
Well, then, you should probably stay here, then, with me.
Oh, wow.
From dating to speed dating.
No, I don't mean "with me" with me.
I mean, I just can't drive you, and my couch is comfortable, and...
Besides I sleep in my freezer upstairs, so...
Okay. Well, better safe than sorry.
Okay.
You know, I mean, if you need anything, I'm just right upstairs, anyway.
In your freezer.
Yeah.
Sweet dreams.
You too.
You know, Tierney spends $ 1000 a month on cat grooming.
Cat grooming.
Wait, whoa, whoa. Here's something. A check for 50 grand to Dean Foster.
Scott was right. Tierney is paying him off.
This is weird.
Her business manager, Ryan Gold, he writes all her checks, right?
Well, there's a payroll account, which is how he gets paid.
But every month like clockwork, he also writes himself a check...
from her personal account.
Twenty grand a pop.
Maybe she found out Gold was embezzling from her.
"I sort of remember seeing that guy" isn't gonna stand up in court.
Look, depose him again.
Somebody tried to kill me last night.
Oh. Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back.
This seems to happen a lot.
Well, I wouldn't say a lot.
- I'm looking into the Tierney murder. - Because I asked you not to.
The car that almost ran me down might lead to something.
Can you run the plate?
Why me?
What if I told you that everything I found points to one suspect?
- He might be the guy who tried to kill me. - Which suspect?
Dean Foster.
Paparazzo with an unealthy interest in Tierney.
Well, Tierney wasrt the first.
- You know about him? - Yeah.
He's a person of interest.
Years ago, an actress filed a restraining order against Foster...
which he proceeded to violate with wild abandon.
Threat Management got involved, but Foster wouldn't back off.
Actress finally moved off to London, and Foster moved on to someone new.
So Tierney became more than just a subject to him.
And she rejected him, and he killed her.
It's possible, yeah.
- Why haven't you picked him up? - Because we haven't found him yet.
I gotta take this. I'll get back to you on the plate.
Everyone thought she was one of those vapid little girls...
who runs around without underwear...
gets married to guys they meet in gas-station bathrooms.
Tierney wasrt like that.
Sorry.
Ahem. You're looking for what we owe you.
I'm here to talk about a payment that Tierney made to Dean Foster.
It was a private matter.
What about the $20,000 checks that you cut each month from Tierney's account?
- Is that a private matter too? - Yes.
Leave it alone.
Well, you can tell me, or I'm gonna find out myself.
And if I do that, it may not remain private.
Tierney Taylor wasrt her real name. She legally changed it.
Her dad was a drunk.
He'd slap Tierney and her mom around.
And then, one day, her mom had enough. She snapped.
She killed him.
When she got out of jail, she was an emotional wreck.
Tierney bought her mom a house, hired staff, private doctors.
But the payments, they couldn't trace back to her.
You made them in your name.
That kid would've done anything to keep her mom out of the limelight.
And then, somehow, Dean found out. Despicable freak.
So in the middle of everything else, we had to find money to pay him off.
Everything else?
Her movie, Lusitania.
Tierney was shelling out her own money for costumes, swimming lessons.
Abbott kept saying he was gonna reimburse her, and she kept believing...
because he swore he wouldn't make the movie without her.
Frankly, I'm surprised he stuck to his word.
I thought the studio shut the movie down.
No. It was all Abbott's decision.
Hey, Mick. What's up?
No-go on the business manager.
Found out Tierney's pouring...
a whole lot of her own money into the movie, though.
And it wasrt the studio that shut the movie down.
It was Abbott.
Why would Abbott tell me the studio was?
Look, go see Logan. See what you can dig up on Abbott.
- Beth Turner. - Dean Foster.
Did you get my e-mail?
Pictures of Mick St. John?
Yeah, he's not a story without Tierney Taylor.
- Buzzwire is not interested. - I didn't send them to Buzzwire.
I sent them to you.
So how did St. John get hit by a car, then just get up and walk away?
I don't know.
I'm willing to bet that you do know.
What do you want?
You get a tip on a hot story, I'm gonna be the person that you call.
From now on, I get all of Buzzwire's exclusives.
Otherwise, Mick St. John becomes my number-one priority.
It's up to you.
Logan discovered that Abbott was broke.
He spent all of the investors' money before they even shot a frame of film.
He needed the insurance to pay.
And the only way to do that was if the plug was pulled on the movie.
And that meant getting rid of Tierney.
Hey, Abbott.
Hey.
I was just, uh, heading off to a meeting.
For your next movie?
Heh. Fish gotta swim.
I'll never, you know, forget Tierney.
Yeah, me neither.
One thing we were hoping you could clear up.
Sure, yeah, I'm glad to help, but...
You know what? I left my phone inside.
I'll be right back, okay?
He's making a run for it.
Yeah. They always do.
Chasing people is so much different when you're a vampire.
A vampire is always in control.
It's easy to forget that it isn 't just a game.
And I can 't deny the rush...
- Please. - when I catch the bad guy.
- I didn't wanna kill her. - Why did you?
To payback the investors.
With Tierney gone, insurance kicked in force majeure.
It's not an act of God when you kill somebody, Abbott.
You murdered that girl.
She would have done anything for you, but you killed her.
But my investors are bad news.
They were gonna kill me. I had to shut the movie down.
Look, I tried other things.
Paparazzi. I thought it would stress her out.
I tried to get her to drop out of the movie on her own and nothing worked.
Let's go.
Hey, Abbott.
Jason Abbott, why did you murder Tierney Taylor?
- Did he kill Tierney...? - Hey, get these vultures out of here.
Come on, you heard him. Let's go.
I ran the plate. It traced back to Abbott.
- You knew that. - We just came to talk to him.
- He confessed. - Be better to the police.
I'm sure he'll give a repeat performance.
You move out of the way.
Jason, Jason.
I guess that's the end of my 15 minutes of fame.
What happens when a vampire thinks he's about to be exposed?
He moves on.
Changes cities, names. Starts all over.
- Have you ever done that? - No.
But I've been careful and lucky.
I suppose one day my luck will run out.
But until then...
Listen, how about dinner tonight? Arbor Bistro.
It's a great restaurant. They grow all their own vegetables.
You are gonna get so tired of watching me eat.
I hope so.
It's a date.
The rest of the paparazzi have moved on.
Dean won't.
He won't stop stalking Mick.
Eventually, he'll get a picture of Mick vamping or drinking blood.
This whole digital revolution is bad for vampires.
Back in the day, a photo didn't matter.
Because vampires come out blurry?
It's the silver in the emulsion.
And all a blurry photo proves is the photographer's incompetence.
Are you speaking from experience?
Let's just say there was a rowdy night at Garbo's I wouldn't want documented.
Don't tell me. You're the reason she wanted to be alone.
Now, Beth, you wouldn't want me to kiss and tell, would you?
So, what do you want me to do about this Foster character?
I thought you could handle it, you know.
Pay him off or something.
You think that will work?
No.
Well, then, you know how I'm gonna handle it.
Mick has protected me. Saved me more times than I can count.
And you're returning the favor.
- Just don't tell him we're doing this. - I can keep a secret.
But as long as you're involved with Mick and you work at Buzzwire...
his secret will always be in danger.
- I, um... - Yeah?
- I have something to tell you. - Mm-hm.
I quit Buzzwire.
Why?
With Maureen gone, there's not a veneer of respectability.
I'm not gonna make a living feeding off people like some kind of...
Yes, well, um...
I suppose we're all vampires in one form or another.
To vampires.
To us.
Hey, get out of here, kid. Come on.
There ain't nothing for you to see. Go on, move along.
Hey, I'm talking to you, you little punk. Go on, get out of here.
Don't you got a curfew or something?
Not in over a hundred years or so, punk.
Hey, what's going on?
Oh, God, no.
I'm thinking yes.
And for the last time, this is Beth Turner reporting for Buzzwire.
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