Forever Knight (1992) s02e17 Episode Script
Blood Money
How dare you jeopardize the reputation of this firm? discretion and trust threatened by the reckless actions of my own son.
I need a loan, Father.
Not a lecture.
What kind of trouble are you in? I told you, it's nothing.
Some margin calls.
I'm hardly the first to misread the market.
One million dollars is not a "misread.
" It's a debacle.
You've lost control.
You've become a liability to this company, as well as to yourself.
So, what are you saying? I'm fired? I'm saying that I want you to get help.
Look, I'll sign a promissory note.
Two points over prime.
You can deduct it from my fees and I'll, uh, make a balloon payment in five years.
Don't bargain with me, son.
I'm not the devil.
Then help me.
I am.
The only way I know how.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Hey! The darker the night The deeper the silence Want a sip? But the light on the road Keeps shining bright The hotter the flame The longer the burning The heat of the moment Just touched off the night Whoo! Oh, oh We can never give in We'll set the sky on fire [CROWD CHEERING.]
ââ¢Âª It gets Right under your skin ââ¢Âª ââ¢Âª When you're dying For desire ââ¢Âª Dying for desire Whoo! The cool of the rain And the roar of the thunder [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
WOMAN: Come on, sweetheart! [CROWD HOOTING.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
You'll get caught In the storm It'll pull you under Oh Watch me! All right! Now just disappear Whoa We can never give in We'll set the sky on fire [WHOOPING.]
There's only one way to win It gets Right under your skin When you're dying For desi-- WOMAN: Yeah.
That'll get you going.
[SIRENS WAILING.]
[.]
NARRATOR: He was brought across in 1228.
Preyed on humans for their blood.
Now, he wants to be mortal again To repay society for his sins To emerge from his world of darkness From his endless forever night.
[GROWLS.]
Nick, give me a loonie.
A dollar? What for? I'm gonna make you a wealthy man.
Uh-huh.
I just had a vision.
I saw the winning lottery number.
Yeah, and I just saw Elvis coming out of a doughnut shop.
Young Elvis or old Elvis? Very funny.
But don't go pleading poverty one me when I'm sitting on 15 million big ones and you can't eke a vacation out of cop pay.
Fair enough.
So give me a loonie.
Neither a lender nor a borrower be, Schank.
I'm asking you for a buck, not a kidney.
DISPATCHER: 81-kilo, 81-kilo.
Car bombing, 415 York Street.
Do you copy? [CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY.]
The nameplate says "Du Champs.
" Thanks.
CHARLES: Forty million dollars is an extraordinary sum of money.
Philanthropy of such magnitude defies anonymity.
Do you really want to risk making all these contributions in the same year? Yes.
These charities make a real difference.
They depend on the money.
Well, it's going to take a fair degree of finagling on my part, and even then, I can't assure you that I can keep your identity a secret.
Well, finagle all you have to, Charles.
That's why I pay you.
I've known you for nearly half a century, Nicholas.
I know you as a man of honor and probity.
And yet I've always had this feeling that there's some dark secret behind your fortune.
A dark secret? Now, why would you say that, Charles? You regard your money more as a curse than a boon, as if it were tainted somehow.
Your move, Charles.
The Ministry of Transport says the car was registered to a Charles-- Du Champs.
It was on the parking plaque.
Oh.
Must have missed it.
What a mess.
Enough C-4 here to launch a rocket.
I feel sorry for whoever's gotta identify the parts, which reminds me, the victim had a son.
Sean.
Four, the hard way.
[KISSES.]
Come on.
Give me another 25.
Come on, hear it, let's hear it.
Twenty-five more tuxedo breath.
[QUIETLY.]
Haven't you had enough for the evening, Sean? I don't care what Mr.
Walken says, Nino.
Just give me another marker.
Come on! [CHIPS CLATTERING.]
That don't matter.
There's more where that came from.
Uh, out of the way, Bluto.
Metro Homicide.
We're looking for Sean Du Champs.
Mr.
Walken There are two cops here to see Mr.
Du Champs.
[BEEPS.]
Tell him he's exceeded his limit.
And let him know that there are two police detectives here to see him.
[BEEPS.]
Extend my warmest greetings to our city's finest, Luke.
And let them know Mr.
Du Champs will be joining them shortly.
[BEEPS.]
[UNZIPPING.]
That's him.
SCHANKE: Okay did your father have any enemies? Any hostile competitors? Any disgruntled clients? The Maison Du Champs clients are among the wealthiest people in the world, detective.
Things like this just don't happen in our business.
Oh, yeah? I got a flash for you, kid.
I've seen money make even the most wealthy do the most disgusting things.
I guess you can never have enough, know what I mean? [KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
His limo's here.
His limo? Yeah, and the captain wants to see you in her office.
[CHUCKLES.]
That's the both of you.
[SIGHS.]
Okay, Sean, we'll be in touch.
And my condolences.
Detective, our business relies on confidentiality, so if you could just, uh Listen, kid, we're trying to find the guy who murdered your father.
Now, if that means we have to dig into every single account, I'm sure you'll understand, right? KNIGHT: Don't worry.
These things are done in a professional manner.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[DERISIVE LAUGH.]
The little-- Schank? You leaned on him pretty hard.
The kid just lost his father.
Is that so? Well, the little ingrate seemed a hell of a lot more concerned about the damn business than about who launched Daddy dearest sky-high.
And? Junior did it.
Did he confess? Come on.
The old man controlled millions, on and off the books.
A savvy kid like Sean Du Champs could figure out a way of putting his grubby mitts on the cash.
Problem is, the old man's in the way.
Solution? Boom.
Now, I say we're looking at a classic case of blood money.
LACROIX: The quality of our prey has been reduced to this.
[SPLASHES.]
We must leave this region now.
But what about Nicholas' business? Whatever business it is, we can be certain that it is pure folly.
And that will only bring us trouble.
[SIGHS.]
[RAPID FOOTSTEPS.]
[COINS JANGLING.]
I think we'll be safe here till the king's guards pass.
Who's that? Allies.
Show them the prize.
Look, a king's ransom.
The dauphin thought himself so clever in orchestrating his own abduction, and to be sure, the king paid a mighty sum for the return of his first-born son.
But the dauphin had not considered that in myself and my young apprentice here, he had accomplices even greedier than he.
So you stole the ransom and you killed the dauphin? Of course we killed him.
The ungrateful wretch had it coming to him.
Imagine, swindling the king, his father, like that? Shameful behavior.
Shameful.
But, surely, the king's guards will stop at nothing to catch you.
Well, everyone has his price.
And yours, sir, is your life.
There is no honor among thieves.
Be careful, Nicholas.
Blood money brings only misfortune.
Oh, Lacroix, where's your sense of adventure? Hah! [GRUNTS.]
[WHOOSHING.]
[KNIGHT GRUNTS.]
[SWORD CLATTERS.]
COHEN: Detective Knight? You've been quiet tonight.
What do you think? Well, I think Schanke's right.
Sean Du Champs is a savvy kid, which is why I don't think he killed his father.
A bomb attracts attention.
If you were going to kill for an inheritance, you'd make it look like an accident, not something that invites investigation.
COHEN: Possibly.
But we're gonna turn that foundation upside down, one account at a time.
[SIGHS.]
JANETTE: It's a new club.
Overcrowded, overpriced, overrated.
I don't think Paparazzi's going to last very long.
What do you know about the owner? Jules Walken? Well, let's just say that for a man of such exquisite taste, it's a shame that he sullied himself in such a sordid enterprise.
Like? The usual.
Gambling and drugs? Why so coy? Why so interested? The man killed in the car bombing.
The one in the paper today? The financial advisor? Charles Du Champs.
He was an old and trusted friend.
What did you trust him with? Everything.
And he's handled all the assets of the foundational trust for the past Your blood money, as Lacroix called it.
[SIGHS.]
The scrutiny of something like this could put our community at great risk.
I've thought of that.
Charles Du Champs had a son.
Sean.
Yes, he used to come in here.
A very lost and empty young man.
He spends his money at Paparazzi now.
Is he capable of murder? Aren't we all? Do you think he killed his father? I don't think so.
But he's in trouble, which concerns me, because he worked with his father and has access to a lot of capital.
Mm.
Trouble and money.
It's a very dangerous combination.
Cover your assets mon amour.
The victim's body was riddled with fragments like that.
Looks like a piece of an electronic relay.
Very good, but since when did Jaguar start using Japanese parts? What do you mean? Check out the left-hand corner, next to the scorch mark.
Ah, the dai-ichi wa.
Japanese industrial coating.
Well, he could have upgraded his stereo.
Not unless he was sitting on it.
I pulled that out of his left buttock.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no.
[BUMPS DESK.]
No! Listen to me.
I saw the winning numbers.
They floated into my mind like a vision.
Uh-uh, I don't think so, Schanke.
Oh, come on, why not? Because of the last time you suckered me into something like this.
Last time? That sure bet at the racetrack.
You remember the horse that refused to leave the gate.
Just got nervous.
By the time she started going, though, she set a track record.
So what? The race was over.
It's a moot point.
Oh Melvoyn, Lang, you guys want a little piece of this, huh? Yeah, right.
Why is everybody so tight with a buck? COHEN: Schanke, in my office.
"Shall not engage in, nor solicit, "nor encourage contributions, wagers, bets, "or gambling of any kind, pursuant to Section A of City Bylaw 45993.
" Do you have anything to say for yourself, Detective Schanke? Well, I'm [KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
I'm glad Nick's here.
KNIGHT: Uh, I've got a signature on the bomber.
Japanese relay from a garage-door opener.
Remote detonator.
Sounds like "Plastique" Pullchuck.
I thought he was in Millhaven.
Paroled three weeks ago.
Where is he now? Well, I've got Ministry of Corrections working on it.
Why don't you call your buddy Sean Du Champs? Maybe he dropped off his garage-door opener at Pullchuck's.
Investigators come up with anything in the audit? No irregularities.
Yet.
All right, follow up on Pullchuck and check with Bomb and Arson.
See if they have anybody else in their files with similar M.
O.
s.
And Schanke Yeah.
[PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY.]
[ZAPPING.]
Ah, the wonders of science.
The indoor greenhouse is a boon to the vampire gardener, Nicholas.
My lovely little leafy lasses flourish under the sun lamps, and, as long as I avoid the lamps' rays, we're all happy.
A compromise arrangement you would do well to emulate, instead of this mad pursuit of yours to become human.
I don't mean to be impertinent, Feliks, but I don't need a lecture from you right now.
What I do need is to find out what happened to the De Brabant trust.
Your obsession with this money, it will be your ruination, Nicholas.
Plants.
Plants are the answer.
All you need invest is dirt, water, light and love, and, in return, they supply beauty, something your precious money cannot buy.
The trust fund, Feliks? Patience, my boy.
Even as we speak, I am tracking it.
Now, where did I put it? [BIRDS TWITTERING, MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY.]
Ah, here it is.
It has an infrared data communications port for wireless data transfers to my computer, which is linked to your Swiss bank.
Oh.
Thank you.
[CHUCKLES.]
Now, as I recall, your arrangement with Maison Du Champs was ironclad.
The foundation's accounts were kept separate from the rest of the Du Champs business.
Exactly the way you had me set it up.
Yes, a brilliant stroke, if I say so myself.
And, uh, we created some sort of electronic trigger, did we not? Yes, so that the assets would automatically transfer to a Swiss account in the event of Charles Du Champs' death.
Elegant, as always.
Let's see what we've got.
What's your access code? [BEEPING.]
Most unusual.
Give me your access code again.
And what am I to make of this? We're even.
Hmm.
This just doesn't make any sense.
What? I keep getting bumped out of the system.
As if the account's been closed.
What do you mean? [SIGHS.]
I don't know how to tell you this.
[SIGHS.]
You've got $478 million of missing assets.
The entire account's been cleaned out.
[.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
LACROIX: It is said that nature will not tolerate excess, as in the case of those who take more than their fair share.
They're dealt with accordingly.
JANETTE: Nicholas! Have I taught you nothing? You taught me to take what I desire.
I taught you to take what you need! This chest contains only a trap of greed.
And greed, my arrogant child, breeds tragedy.
[GROWLING.]
LACROIX: For when you have too much, there will always be someone wanting to take it away from you.
So maybe you should ask yourself has your blood money been a blessing or a curse? [PHONE RINGING.]
Yeah, Knight.
Pullchuck's staying at the Somerton Arms Motel.
All right, I'll meet you there.
I've gotta make a stop first.
[DANCE MUSIC BLARING.]
MAN: Hey, hey, hey, buddy.
Back of the line.
Official business.
My boss doesn't want any comps and no cops in here.
Come here.
But your boss is a fool [HEART BEATING.]
so you're going to let me and all my friends inside.
Thank you.
Yo, everybody inside! [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Hey! Hey! SEAN [ECHOING.]
: Partners? You want half the foundation? You can't be serious.
Yes, I see our relationship as more of a partnership now.
I have more money than God.
What makes you think I needa partner? Experience.
Having money is one thing.
Holding on to it is another.
SEAN: My father had plenty of experience.
And money.
Now he's dead.
I'm disappointed.
I had thought you'd see the sense in my proposal.
You're disappointed because you have your talons in the back of a beast you can't control.
A most ungrateful beast, for all his newly-inherited wealth.
I owe you some money, Walken.
Not my soul.
Soul? One doesn't usually think of a patricide as having one.
I had nothing to do with my father's death.
[SLAMS GLASS DOWN.]
Oh, but you did partner.
SEAN: You're making a mistake, Walken.
A big mistake.
Wipe off my debts, call off your dogs, or I'll go the authorities.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[PRESSES BUTTON.]
Come on.
KNIGHT [ON MACHINE.]
: This is Nick Knight.
I'm not in, or I'm asleep.
Leave a message.
SCHANKE: Great.
Nick, Nick, I'm at the hotel.
Our friend, the bomber, is here.
Where are you? KNIGHT: It's open.
Get in.
Uh, I'm sorry, Detective? Knight.
Right.
Isn't there a law against unlawful entry, Detective Knight? Yes, and there's also a law against drunk driving, so why don't we just have a little chat, off the record, okay? What about? The De Brabant Foundation.
Yes? It's worth a fortune, right? Perhaps.
What happened to it? I don't know what you're talking about.
Sean, your father's death may be related to the disappearance of hundreds of millions of dollars.
It could have been stolen.
It could have been embezzled.
Now, do you want to tell me what you know, or would you like to tell it to a judge? The information concerning clients is confidential.
Sean where is the money? [HEART BEATING.]
[GRUNTS.]
Your life is in jeopardy, Sean.
I appreciate your concern, detective, but I have a responsibility.
I'm just doing my job.
Fine.
Have it your way.
What do you think you're doing? My job.
I have a responsibility too.
How am I supposed to get home? Funny, a minute ago, you had all the answers.
Sean, let me give you a little piece of advice.
Right now, you're swimming in self-importance, but in time, all your greed and your wealth will weigh you down.
And eventually, you'll drown.
Hey! Hey, what about my keys? [DOOR SLAMS.]
Hey, are you all right? Yeah, three stitches and a lot of luck, considering I was blown halfway to Buttonville.
The ER docs asked me my name and what day it is, and boom, I'm back here.
Anything about the bomb? Well, the lab says it wasn't his own.
Pullchuck could be murdered.
He was.
Bomb techs told me that this used to be a pager, but there was enough of a serial number for them to run a trace.
You all right, Schank? Yeah, my name's Donald G.
Schanke and it's Tuesday.
Yeah.
Pager is registered to Sean Du Champs.
Bingo.
Doesn't prove anything.
No, but it's enough to bring him in.
I have no idea who this man is.
"Was.
" Past tense, as in dead.
[SCOFFS.]
Come on, this is ridiculous.
I was at Paparazzi when it happened, you know that.
How could I be talking to you one minute and the next minute be across town blowing somebody up? Modern technology, Sean.
Wire C-4 to a pager, dial a number, beep-beep-beep, kaboom.
Any idea how your pager got into his possession, Sean? I don't know, it was probably stolen.
You have a garage-door opener? I lost it.
How long ago? I don't know.
The past couple of weeks? Did you report it lost? Come on, it's a $30 item.
I haven't had time to replace it.
Did you report your pager stolen? I told you, I didn't know it was stolen.
I haven't used it in a few years.
Ooh, not according to the phone company.
Sean, do you recognize any of these numbers? No.
SCHANKE: Oh, yeah, well, let me help you out.
This one's a known drug dealer, and this one, and this one.
You do drugs, Sean? Schank.
I don't have to answer that.
I'm warning you-- Don't threaten me.
My lawyer will be here any minute.
I pay him to eat insects like you.
You can't buy your way out of murder, Sean, and I got another flash for you.
There's no penthouse at Millhaven.
He's all yours.
Who's that? Du Champs' lawyer.
We're letting Junior go? We don't have enough to hold him, and I don't need to be up all night engaged in a spitting contest with his attorney.
Bet she'd win.
I heard that.
Why are you following me? I think we should tail him.
He'll slap us with harassment.
Why do you keep giving this creep the benefit of the doubt? What time does your watch say? It broke in the explosion.
Exactly.
What time does it say? Yeah, well, I was with Sean at that time.
He couldn't have dialed the number that set off the bomb.
I think someone's setting him up.
Someone who knows he's got access to a lot of money.
I think Charles Du Champs was murdered to send Sean a message: "Pay up or you're next.
" And Pullchuck? Well, someone came up with a convenient way to get rid of a witness and tighten the screws on Sean.
I can guarantee you he's not going home tonight.
He's going to make his move, and I think we should be there when he does.
We never had this conversation.
Thanks again, Jeffrey, for bailing me out.
I'll call you at your office tomorrow.
I thought we worked odd hours.
[ARGUING INDISTINCTLY.]
What's wrong with this picture? KNIGHT: Either Sean's making his move, or they're making it for him.
Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Shall we make ours? Let's let it play.
Let me-- Hey! Hey, that's-- I know where he's going.
Follow him.
WALKEN: This is Mr.
Foster.
Mr.
Foster built the bomb that killed Mr.
Pullchuck, who built the bomb that killed your father.
Now, I can dispose of Mr.
Foster in a manner that will clear you of suspicion, or I can make it look as if you killed Mr.
Foster to cover your tracks.
One murder there's reasonable doubt.
Two murders starts to look very unsympathetic.
And three well consider what it will cost just to defend yourself.
Then reconsider my offer.
Half of the foundation's assets, more than either of us will ever need.
It's a simple question of greed, Sean.
Ask yourself this: "How much is my life worth?" WALKEN [OVER HEADPHONES.]
: What's it going to be, Sean? I'm waiting, Sean.
Damn, I hate when that happens.
What? You were right about the kid being blackmailed.
How'd you know? I had a vision.
All right.
I'll do it.
We're online to your bank in Switzerland.
All you have to do is complete the transaction.
[TYPING, COMPUTER BEEPS.]
Looks like it's time to break up the party.
Let them make the transaction first.
It'll give us a paper trail.
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
I desire the money.
You do not need it, Nicholas.
Leave it for the king's guard.
I will have it.
Mark my words, Nicholas.
You will learn this lesson well.
Material wealth is a burden.
[WHOOSHING.]
[COMPUTER WHIRRING.]
[CONTINUES TYPING.]
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
It's done.
Good.
[GUNSHOT.]
Try the doors, I'll take the roof.
I could have taken it all.
But that would have been conspicuous.
This way, there's plenty left for me, and enough left over to make it look as if you just couldn't embezzle it all before the remorse set in and drove you to suicide.
[ELECTRONIC BEEPING.]
Gentlemen? [BEEPING CONTINUES.]
[PRESSES BUTTON, BEEPING STOPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Jeez.
[DANCE MUSIC BLARING.]
Spinning around and around In slow motion Let your heart go In the sea of emotion [WHOOSHING.]
Away in the smoke And the grace of the night [WHOOSHING.]
[YELLS.]
I knew you'd be back.
Even given the chance to escape, you just couldn't bear to part with the money, could you? With every taste I get I can't stop All I've done is access the account.
I'll give you everything.
$478 million.
You can have it all.
Avarice, young man, is a deadly sin.
To survive When the sparks fly [GUNSHOTS.]
Two lovers cast A magnetic attraction Open your heart And throw all of your fears To the wind The bright lights come up And you're ready for action [GROWLING.]
[SCREAMS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[ROARING.]
Walken! Drop the gun.
[COCKS GUN.]
SCHANKE: Put it down, Walken, right now.
KNIGHT: Do it.
SCHANKE: Walken We're not playing games here, Mr.
Walken.
Put the gun down and back away.
Now.
LACROIX: Mark my words.
Material wealth is a burden.
Thank you, detective.
I appreciate what you did for me.
No problem.
It's my job.
So where is he going? Wherever he wants.
You mean the auditors didn't find anything? A couple of unreported transactions raised some eyebrows, but nothing illegal.
Oh, man, what a life.
Money, mansions, limousines.
Go home, detective.
Get some sleep.
And keep dreaming.
[CHUCKLES.]
JENKINS: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What is it, Jenkins? Oh, my God, I just I-I-I got off the phone.
Melvoyn and Lang won the lottery.
[PEOPLE GASPING.]
Melvoyn and Lang won the lottery! Ugh.
Melvoyn and Lang, and they wouldn't cough up a buck for my office pool.
They won the lottery?! $15 million.
Oh, my God.
They asked me to go in with them on the ticket, and I turned them down because of you.
Oh, my God.
Oh I'm having a heart attack.
Yep, yep, that's what it is.
Old stiff feeling in the left arm.
Shortness of breath.
[WHISPERS.]
Call an ambulance.
KNIGHT: When he transferred the money, he wiped the account off the books, as if the money never existed.
I gave Feliks Twist the new access codes.
By now, the assets should be parked in a bank in Luxembourg.
JANETTE: Tell me something.
Why didn't you just let the money go? Too many people have died over the centuries for it.
I can't change that.
I can't bring them back.
But Nicholas, many of them were wicked.
All the more reason to put the money to good use.
Ah Yes, you would do something like that.
So now you have your burden back.
To your burden, then.
And to what I might do to ease it for you.
[.]
[.]
I need a loan, Father.
Not a lecture.
What kind of trouble are you in? I told you, it's nothing.
Some margin calls.
I'm hardly the first to misread the market.
One million dollars is not a "misread.
" It's a debacle.
You've lost control.
You've become a liability to this company, as well as to yourself.
So, what are you saying? I'm fired? I'm saying that I want you to get help.
Look, I'll sign a promissory note.
Two points over prime.
You can deduct it from my fees and I'll, uh, make a balloon payment in five years.
Don't bargain with me, son.
I'm not the devil.
Then help me.
I am.
The only way I know how.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Hey! The darker the night The deeper the silence Want a sip? But the light on the road Keeps shining bright The hotter the flame The longer the burning The heat of the moment Just touched off the night Whoo! Oh, oh We can never give in We'll set the sky on fire [CROWD CHEERING.]
ââ¢Âª It gets Right under your skin ââ¢Âª ââ¢Âª When you're dying For desire ââ¢Âª Dying for desire Whoo! The cool of the rain And the roar of the thunder [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
WOMAN: Come on, sweetheart! [CROWD HOOTING.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
You'll get caught In the storm It'll pull you under Oh Watch me! All right! Now just disappear Whoa We can never give in We'll set the sky on fire [WHOOPING.]
There's only one way to win It gets Right under your skin When you're dying For desi-- WOMAN: Yeah.
That'll get you going.
[SIRENS WAILING.]
[.]
NARRATOR: He was brought across in 1228.
Preyed on humans for their blood.
Now, he wants to be mortal again To repay society for his sins To emerge from his world of darkness From his endless forever night.
[GROWLS.]
Nick, give me a loonie.
A dollar? What for? I'm gonna make you a wealthy man.
Uh-huh.
I just had a vision.
I saw the winning lottery number.
Yeah, and I just saw Elvis coming out of a doughnut shop.
Young Elvis or old Elvis? Very funny.
But don't go pleading poverty one me when I'm sitting on 15 million big ones and you can't eke a vacation out of cop pay.
Fair enough.
So give me a loonie.
Neither a lender nor a borrower be, Schank.
I'm asking you for a buck, not a kidney.
DISPATCHER: 81-kilo, 81-kilo.
Car bombing, 415 York Street.
Do you copy? [CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY.]
The nameplate says "Du Champs.
" Thanks.
CHARLES: Forty million dollars is an extraordinary sum of money.
Philanthropy of such magnitude defies anonymity.
Do you really want to risk making all these contributions in the same year? Yes.
These charities make a real difference.
They depend on the money.
Well, it's going to take a fair degree of finagling on my part, and even then, I can't assure you that I can keep your identity a secret.
Well, finagle all you have to, Charles.
That's why I pay you.
I've known you for nearly half a century, Nicholas.
I know you as a man of honor and probity.
And yet I've always had this feeling that there's some dark secret behind your fortune.
A dark secret? Now, why would you say that, Charles? You regard your money more as a curse than a boon, as if it were tainted somehow.
Your move, Charles.
The Ministry of Transport says the car was registered to a Charles-- Du Champs.
It was on the parking plaque.
Oh.
Must have missed it.
What a mess.
Enough C-4 here to launch a rocket.
I feel sorry for whoever's gotta identify the parts, which reminds me, the victim had a son.
Sean.
Four, the hard way.
[KISSES.]
Come on.
Give me another 25.
Come on, hear it, let's hear it.
Twenty-five more tuxedo breath.
[QUIETLY.]
Haven't you had enough for the evening, Sean? I don't care what Mr.
Walken says, Nino.
Just give me another marker.
Come on! [CHIPS CLATTERING.]
That don't matter.
There's more where that came from.
Uh, out of the way, Bluto.
Metro Homicide.
We're looking for Sean Du Champs.
Mr.
Walken There are two cops here to see Mr.
Du Champs.
[BEEPS.]
Tell him he's exceeded his limit.
And let him know that there are two police detectives here to see him.
[BEEPS.]
Extend my warmest greetings to our city's finest, Luke.
And let them know Mr.
Du Champs will be joining them shortly.
[BEEPS.]
[UNZIPPING.]
That's him.
SCHANKE: Okay did your father have any enemies? Any hostile competitors? Any disgruntled clients? The Maison Du Champs clients are among the wealthiest people in the world, detective.
Things like this just don't happen in our business.
Oh, yeah? I got a flash for you, kid.
I've seen money make even the most wealthy do the most disgusting things.
I guess you can never have enough, know what I mean? [KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
His limo's here.
His limo? Yeah, and the captain wants to see you in her office.
[CHUCKLES.]
That's the both of you.
[SIGHS.]
Okay, Sean, we'll be in touch.
And my condolences.
Detective, our business relies on confidentiality, so if you could just, uh Listen, kid, we're trying to find the guy who murdered your father.
Now, if that means we have to dig into every single account, I'm sure you'll understand, right? KNIGHT: Don't worry.
These things are done in a professional manner.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[DERISIVE LAUGH.]
The little-- Schank? You leaned on him pretty hard.
The kid just lost his father.
Is that so? Well, the little ingrate seemed a hell of a lot more concerned about the damn business than about who launched Daddy dearest sky-high.
And? Junior did it.
Did he confess? Come on.
The old man controlled millions, on and off the books.
A savvy kid like Sean Du Champs could figure out a way of putting his grubby mitts on the cash.
Problem is, the old man's in the way.
Solution? Boom.
Now, I say we're looking at a classic case of blood money.
LACROIX: The quality of our prey has been reduced to this.
[SPLASHES.]
We must leave this region now.
But what about Nicholas' business? Whatever business it is, we can be certain that it is pure folly.
And that will only bring us trouble.
[SIGHS.]
[RAPID FOOTSTEPS.]
[COINS JANGLING.]
I think we'll be safe here till the king's guards pass.
Who's that? Allies.
Show them the prize.
Look, a king's ransom.
The dauphin thought himself so clever in orchestrating his own abduction, and to be sure, the king paid a mighty sum for the return of his first-born son.
But the dauphin had not considered that in myself and my young apprentice here, he had accomplices even greedier than he.
So you stole the ransom and you killed the dauphin? Of course we killed him.
The ungrateful wretch had it coming to him.
Imagine, swindling the king, his father, like that? Shameful behavior.
Shameful.
But, surely, the king's guards will stop at nothing to catch you.
Well, everyone has his price.
And yours, sir, is your life.
There is no honor among thieves.
Be careful, Nicholas.
Blood money brings only misfortune.
Oh, Lacroix, where's your sense of adventure? Hah! [GRUNTS.]
[WHOOSHING.]
[KNIGHT GRUNTS.]
[SWORD CLATTERS.]
COHEN: Detective Knight? You've been quiet tonight.
What do you think? Well, I think Schanke's right.
Sean Du Champs is a savvy kid, which is why I don't think he killed his father.
A bomb attracts attention.
If you were going to kill for an inheritance, you'd make it look like an accident, not something that invites investigation.
COHEN: Possibly.
But we're gonna turn that foundation upside down, one account at a time.
[SIGHS.]
JANETTE: It's a new club.
Overcrowded, overpriced, overrated.
I don't think Paparazzi's going to last very long.
What do you know about the owner? Jules Walken? Well, let's just say that for a man of such exquisite taste, it's a shame that he sullied himself in such a sordid enterprise.
Like? The usual.
Gambling and drugs? Why so coy? Why so interested? The man killed in the car bombing.
The one in the paper today? The financial advisor? Charles Du Champs.
He was an old and trusted friend.
What did you trust him with? Everything.
And he's handled all the assets of the foundational trust for the past Your blood money, as Lacroix called it.
[SIGHS.]
The scrutiny of something like this could put our community at great risk.
I've thought of that.
Charles Du Champs had a son.
Sean.
Yes, he used to come in here.
A very lost and empty young man.
He spends his money at Paparazzi now.
Is he capable of murder? Aren't we all? Do you think he killed his father? I don't think so.
But he's in trouble, which concerns me, because he worked with his father and has access to a lot of capital.
Mm.
Trouble and money.
It's a very dangerous combination.
Cover your assets mon amour.
The victim's body was riddled with fragments like that.
Looks like a piece of an electronic relay.
Very good, but since when did Jaguar start using Japanese parts? What do you mean? Check out the left-hand corner, next to the scorch mark.
Ah, the dai-ichi wa.
Japanese industrial coating.
Well, he could have upgraded his stereo.
Not unless he was sitting on it.
I pulled that out of his left buttock.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no.
[BUMPS DESK.]
No! Listen to me.
I saw the winning numbers.
They floated into my mind like a vision.
Uh-uh, I don't think so, Schanke.
Oh, come on, why not? Because of the last time you suckered me into something like this.
Last time? That sure bet at the racetrack.
You remember the horse that refused to leave the gate.
Just got nervous.
By the time she started going, though, she set a track record.
So what? The race was over.
It's a moot point.
Oh Melvoyn, Lang, you guys want a little piece of this, huh? Yeah, right.
Why is everybody so tight with a buck? COHEN: Schanke, in my office.
"Shall not engage in, nor solicit, "nor encourage contributions, wagers, bets, "or gambling of any kind, pursuant to Section A of City Bylaw 45993.
" Do you have anything to say for yourself, Detective Schanke? Well, I'm [KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
I'm glad Nick's here.
KNIGHT: Uh, I've got a signature on the bomber.
Japanese relay from a garage-door opener.
Remote detonator.
Sounds like "Plastique" Pullchuck.
I thought he was in Millhaven.
Paroled three weeks ago.
Where is he now? Well, I've got Ministry of Corrections working on it.
Why don't you call your buddy Sean Du Champs? Maybe he dropped off his garage-door opener at Pullchuck's.
Investigators come up with anything in the audit? No irregularities.
Yet.
All right, follow up on Pullchuck and check with Bomb and Arson.
See if they have anybody else in their files with similar M.
O.
s.
And Schanke Yeah.
[PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY.]
[ZAPPING.]
Ah, the wonders of science.
The indoor greenhouse is a boon to the vampire gardener, Nicholas.
My lovely little leafy lasses flourish under the sun lamps, and, as long as I avoid the lamps' rays, we're all happy.
A compromise arrangement you would do well to emulate, instead of this mad pursuit of yours to become human.
I don't mean to be impertinent, Feliks, but I don't need a lecture from you right now.
What I do need is to find out what happened to the De Brabant trust.
Your obsession with this money, it will be your ruination, Nicholas.
Plants.
Plants are the answer.
All you need invest is dirt, water, light and love, and, in return, they supply beauty, something your precious money cannot buy.
The trust fund, Feliks? Patience, my boy.
Even as we speak, I am tracking it.
Now, where did I put it? [BIRDS TWITTERING, MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY.]
Ah, here it is.
It has an infrared data communications port for wireless data transfers to my computer, which is linked to your Swiss bank.
Oh.
Thank you.
[CHUCKLES.]
Now, as I recall, your arrangement with Maison Du Champs was ironclad.
The foundation's accounts were kept separate from the rest of the Du Champs business.
Exactly the way you had me set it up.
Yes, a brilliant stroke, if I say so myself.
And, uh, we created some sort of electronic trigger, did we not? Yes, so that the assets would automatically transfer to a Swiss account in the event of Charles Du Champs' death.
Elegant, as always.
Let's see what we've got.
What's your access code? [BEEPING.]
Most unusual.
Give me your access code again.
And what am I to make of this? We're even.
Hmm.
This just doesn't make any sense.
What? I keep getting bumped out of the system.
As if the account's been closed.
What do you mean? [SIGHS.]
I don't know how to tell you this.
[SIGHS.]
You've got $478 million of missing assets.
The entire account's been cleaned out.
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[TIRES SQUEALING.]
LACROIX: It is said that nature will not tolerate excess, as in the case of those who take more than their fair share.
They're dealt with accordingly.
JANETTE: Nicholas! Have I taught you nothing? You taught me to take what I desire.
I taught you to take what you need! This chest contains only a trap of greed.
And greed, my arrogant child, breeds tragedy.
[GROWLING.]
LACROIX: For when you have too much, there will always be someone wanting to take it away from you.
So maybe you should ask yourself has your blood money been a blessing or a curse? [PHONE RINGING.]
Yeah, Knight.
Pullchuck's staying at the Somerton Arms Motel.
All right, I'll meet you there.
I've gotta make a stop first.
[DANCE MUSIC BLARING.]
MAN: Hey, hey, hey, buddy.
Back of the line.
Official business.
My boss doesn't want any comps and no cops in here.
Come here.
But your boss is a fool [HEART BEATING.]
so you're going to let me and all my friends inside.
Thank you.
Yo, everybody inside! [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Hey! Hey! SEAN [ECHOING.]
: Partners? You want half the foundation? You can't be serious.
Yes, I see our relationship as more of a partnership now.
I have more money than God.
What makes you think I needa partner? Experience.
Having money is one thing.
Holding on to it is another.
SEAN: My father had plenty of experience.
And money.
Now he's dead.
I'm disappointed.
I had thought you'd see the sense in my proposal.
You're disappointed because you have your talons in the back of a beast you can't control.
A most ungrateful beast, for all his newly-inherited wealth.
I owe you some money, Walken.
Not my soul.
Soul? One doesn't usually think of a patricide as having one.
I had nothing to do with my father's death.
[SLAMS GLASS DOWN.]
Oh, but you did partner.
SEAN: You're making a mistake, Walken.
A big mistake.
Wipe off my debts, call off your dogs, or I'll go the authorities.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[PRESSES BUTTON.]
Come on.
KNIGHT [ON MACHINE.]
: This is Nick Knight.
I'm not in, or I'm asleep.
Leave a message.
SCHANKE: Great.
Nick, Nick, I'm at the hotel.
Our friend, the bomber, is here.
Where are you? KNIGHT: It's open.
Get in.
Uh, I'm sorry, Detective? Knight.
Right.
Isn't there a law against unlawful entry, Detective Knight? Yes, and there's also a law against drunk driving, so why don't we just have a little chat, off the record, okay? What about? The De Brabant Foundation.
Yes? It's worth a fortune, right? Perhaps.
What happened to it? I don't know what you're talking about.
Sean, your father's death may be related to the disappearance of hundreds of millions of dollars.
It could have been stolen.
It could have been embezzled.
Now, do you want to tell me what you know, or would you like to tell it to a judge? The information concerning clients is confidential.
Sean where is the money? [HEART BEATING.]
[GRUNTS.]
Your life is in jeopardy, Sean.
I appreciate your concern, detective, but I have a responsibility.
I'm just doing my job.
Fine.
Have it your way.
What do you think you're doing? My job.
I have a responsibility too.
How am I supposed to get home? Funny, a minute ago, you had all the answers.
Sean, let me give you a little piece of advice.
Right now, you're swimming in self-importance, but in time, all your greed and your wealth will weigh you down.
And eventually, you'll drown.
Hey! Hey, what about my keys? [DOOR SLAMS.]
Hey, are you all right? Yeah, three stitches and a lot of luck, considering I was blown halfway to Buttonville.
The ER docs asked me my name and what day it is, and boom, I'm back here.
Anything about the bomb? Well, the lab says it wasn't his own.
Pullchuck could be murdered.
He was.
Bomb techs told me that this used to be a pager, but there was enough of a serial number for them to run a trace.
You all right, Schank? Yeah, my name's Donald G.
Schanke and it's Tuesday.
Yeah.
Pager is registered to Sean Du Champs.
Bingo.
Doesn't prove anything.
No, but it's enough to bring him in.
I have no idea who this man is.
"Was.
" Past tense, as in dead.
[SCOFFS.]
Come on, this is ridiculous.
I was at Paparazzi when it happened, you know that.
How could I be talking to you one minute and the next minute be across town blowing somebody up? Modern technology, Sean.
Wire C-4 to a pager, dial a number, beep-beep-beep, kaboom.
Any idea how your pager got into his possession, Sean? I don't know, it was probably stolen.
You have a garage-door opener? I lost it.
How long ago? I don't know.
The past couple of weeks? Did you report it lost? Come on, it's a $30 item.
I haven't had time to replace it.
Did you report your pager stolen? I told you, I didn't know it was stolen.
I haven't used it in a few years.
Ooh, not according to the phone company.
Sean, do you recognize any of these numbers? No.
SCHANKE: Oh, yeah, well, let me help you out.
This one's a known drug dealer, and this one, and this one.
You do drugs, Sean? Schank.
I don't have to answer that.
I'm warning you-- Don't threaten me.
My lawyer will be here any minute.
I pay him to eat insects like you.
You can't buy your way out of murder, Sean, and I got another flash for you.
There's no penthouse at Millhaven.
He's all yours.
Who's that? Du Champs' lawyer.
We're letting Junior go? We don't have enough to hold him, and I don't need to be up all night engaged in a spitting contest with his attorney.
Bet she'd win.
I heard that.
Why are you following me? I think we should tail him.
He'll slap us with harassment.
Why do you keep giving this creep the benefit of the doubt? What time does your watch say? It broke in the explosion.
Exactly.
What time does it say? Yeah, well, I was with Sean at that time.
He couldn't have dialed the number that set off the bomb.
I think someone's setting him up.
Someone who knows he's got access to a lot of money.
I think Charles Du Champs was murdered to send Sean a message: "Pay up or you're next.
" And Pullchuck? Well, someone came up with a convenient way to get rid of a witness and tighten the screws on Sean.
I can guarantee you he's not going home tonight.
He's going to make his move, and I think we should be there when he does.
We never had this conversation.
Thanks again, Jeffrey, for bailing me out.
I'll call you at your office tomorrow.
I thought we worked odd hours.
[ARGUING INDISTINCTLY.]
What's wrong with this picture? KNIGHT: Either Sean's making his move, or they're making it for him.
Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Shall we make ours? Let's let it play.
Let me-- Hey! Hey, that's-- I know where he's going.
Follow him.
WALKEN: This is Mr.
Foster.
Mr.
Foster built the bomb that killed Mr.
Pullchuck, who built the bomb that killed your father.
Now, I can dispose of Mr.
Foster in a manner that will clear you of suspicion, or I can make it look as if you killed Mr.
Foster to cover your tracks.
One murder there's reasonable doubt.
Two murders starts to look very unsympathetic.
And three well consider what it will cost just to defend yourself.
Then reconsider my offer.
Half of the foundation's assets, more than either of us will ever need.
It's a simple question of greed, Sean.
Ask yourself this: "How much is my life worth?" WALKEN [OVER HEADPHONES.]
: What's it going to be, Sean? I'm waiting, Sean.
Damn, I hate when that happens.
What? You were right about the kid being blackmailed.
How'd you know? I had a vision.
All right.
I'll do it.
We're online to your bank in Switzerland.
All you have to do is complete the transaction.
[TYPING, COMPUTER BEEPS.]
Looks like it's time to break up the party.
Let them make the transaction first.
It'll give us a paper trail.
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
I desire the money.
You do not need it, Nicholas.
Leave it for the king's guard.
I will have it.
Mark my words, Nicholas.
You will learn this lesson well.
Material wealth is a burden.
[WHOOSHING.]
[COMPUTER WHIRRING.]
[CONTINUES TYPING.]
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
It's done.
Good.
[GUNSHOT.]
Try the doors, I'll take the roof.
I could have taken it all.
But that would have been conspicuous.
This way, there's plenty left for me, and enough left over to make it look as if you just couldn't embezzle it all before the remorse set in and drove you to suicide.
[ELECTRONIC BEEPING.]
Gentlemen? [BEEPING CONTINUES.]
[PRESSES BUTTON, BEEPING STOPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Jeez.
[DANCE MUSIC BLARING.]
Spinning around and around In slow motion Let your heart go In the sea of emotion [WHOOSHING.]
Away in the smoke And the grace of the night [WHOOSHING.]
[YELLS.]
I knew you'd be back.
Even given the chance to escape, you just couldn't bear to part with the money, could you? With every taste I get I can't stop All I've done is access the account.
I'll give you everything.
$478 million.
You can have it all.
Avarice, young man, is a deadly sin.
To survive When the sparks fly [GUNSHOTS.]
Two lovers cast A magnetic attraction Open your heart And throw all of your fears To the wind The bright lights come up And you're ready for action [GROWLING.]
[SCREAMS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[ROARING.]
Walken! Drop the gun.
[COCKS GUN.]
SCHANKE: Put it down, Walken, right now.
KNIGHT: Do it.
SCHANKE: Walken We're not playing games here, Mr.
Walken.
Put the gun down and back away.
Now.
LACROIX: Mark my words.
Material wealth is a burden.
Thank you, detective.
I appreciate what you did for me.
No problem.
It's my job.
So where is he going? Wherever he wants.
You mean the auditors didn't find anything? A couple of unreported transactions raised some eyebrows, but nothing illegal.
Oh, man, what a life.
Money, mansions, limousines.
Go home, detective.
Get some sleep.
And keep dreaming.
[CHUCKLES.]
JENKINS: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What is it, Jenkins? Oh, my God, I just I-I-I got off the phone.
Melvoyn and Lang won the lottery.
[PEOPLE GASPING.]
Melvoyn and Lang won the lottery! Ugh.
Melvoyn and Lang, and they wouldn't cough up a buck for my office pool.
They won the lottery?! $15 million.
Oh, my God.
They asked me to go in with them on the ticket, and I turned them down because of you.
Oh, my God.
Oh I'm having a heart attack.
Yep, yep, that's what it is.
Old stiff feeling in the left arm.
Shortness of breath.
[WHISPERS.]
Call an ambulance.
KNIGHT: When he transferred the money, he wiped the account off the books, as if the money never existed.
I gave Feliks Twist the new access codes.
By now, the assets should be parked in a bank in Luxembourg.
JANETTE: Tell me something.
Why didn't you just let the money go? Too many people have died over the centuries for it.
I can't change that.
I can't bring them back.
But Nicholas, many of them were wicked.
All the more reason to put the money to good use.
Ah Yes, you would do something like that.
So now you have your burden back.
To your burden, then.
And to what I might do to ease it for you.
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