Talamasca: The Secret Order
Created by: John Lee Hancock
Based on: The Vampire Chronicles and Lives of the Mayfair Witches by Anne Rice
Season 1 – Episode 6
Episode title: The 752
Stars: Nicholas Denton, Celine Buckens, Maisie Richardson-Sellers, William Fichtner, Elizabeth McGovern
Original release date: November 23, 2025
Plot: In the wake of Jasper’s actions against the Maida Vale, police take suspects into custody. Meanwhile, Helen makes a significant discovery about her own past.
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Talamasca: The Secret Order – S01E06 – The 752 | Transcript
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Thug: Oh. Come on. You’re taking the piss, mate. You and I both know that’s not who they really are. These are con artists. Grifters.
Thug #2: How can you say that? They’re helping people.
Where are we going?
Helping groupies into the back of their disease-ridden limos is who they’re helping. I mean, “We Are the World”? More like you’re a bunch of coked-up pop stars who can’t even sing.
What are we doing down here? Why won’t the Deputy Minister see me in his office?
Deputy Minister?
[Laughs]
Oh, you’re way past him, mate.
Oh, way past him. Well… here we are. Good luck.
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[Door closes]
TALAMASCA HEADQUARTERS
AMSTERDAM
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[Door opens]
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Who are you?
Housman: My name… is Housman. Do you know why you’re here? Well, it has come to our attention that you murdered two vampires in Marseille last week. Your wife… and her lover.
They had it coming.
Housman: Oh, I’m sure they did. Caught in the act. Jealousy, rage, et cetera, et cetera. [Sighs] And I’m sure the surviving members of the coven will be forgiving about the entire business. I can hardly wait to discuss it with them.
There’s no reason to do that.
Housman: Oh, on the contrary, there is every reason. It’s the Talamasca’s bread and butter. It’s what we do.
You brought me all the way here just to tell me that?
Housman: Oh, no, no, no, no. No, I brought you here to demonstrate our vast benevolence. To offer you a way out.
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[Monitor beeping]
What the hell is this?
Housman: [Scoffs] I think you see what it is.
You want me to kill her.
Housman: [Laughs] Kill her? Please. [Sighs] I’m not a monster.
Why me?
Housman: Because you are just good enough and no better.
This is against everything my kind believes. It isn’t who we are.
Housman: Who you are is a murderer in a tight spot. Something for something, my friend. Quid pro quo.
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[Door opens]
[Door closes]
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[Hissing]
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[Guy Breathing deeply]
[Vehicle passing]
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[Footsteps]
[Objects clattering]
[Board cracking]
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[Grunts]
[Crowbar clunks]
[Clattering continues]
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[Sylvia gasping]
I can’t find it. And there’s no sign of our chum or his mystery girl.
[Sylvia gasping and whimpering]
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Jasper: Where is it?
[Gasping] Uh… uh… [Spits]
[Exhales slowly, breathing stops]
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Jasper: Come on. It’s not here.
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Cashier: Right. Just this then?
[Cash register beeping]
Cheers.
Guy: What are you doing?
Doris: Leaving.
Guy: Just like that?
Doris: Yes. I don’t want you to get hurt. We can’t just run off together.
Guy: Why not?
Doris: Guy.
Reporter: …on a houseboat here at the Maida Vale Canal. As you can see, multiple Metropolitan Police units are on the scene and have cordoned off…
Guy: Aw, shit.
…the surrounding area.
Guy: Doris!
[Sirens wailing, police radio chatter]
[Indistinct conversations]
Man: Run that CCTV as quick as possible.
Man #2: Right, guv’nor.
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Martin: You gotta be kidding me. Ridge! For Christ’s sake! Did they call you on this?
Ridge: I heard it from dispatch.
Martin: Yeah, that’s what I thought. Hough was spouting off around the station last night. You went around them on that DNA from Hepworth Lane? He ain’t happy.
Ridge: Is he ever happy?
Martin: He’s your boss, ain’t he? Do yourself a favor. Stick to your knitting for a couple of days.
Ridge: Oh, come on, Marty. I just want to look around.
Martin: You might regret that. Looks like some dogs or something got in there. It’s a real mess. Let the leads have first crack before you go shoving your nose in. Give them an hour or two. Yeah?
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Police radio chatter]
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[Panting]
[Siren wails]
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Doris: It should have been me.
Guy: What the hell are you talking about?
Doris: This is what happens when people get close to me. First Keves, now the witches.
Ridge: Hey! I need you both to come with me. Now.
[Sirens wailing]
[Indistinct conversations]
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[Horn honks]
Man: Hey! Move it!
[Engine starts]
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[Indistinct conversations]
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Guy: This is fucking bullshit. On what basis are you taking us in?
Ridge: Save your breath.
Guy: No, seriously.
Ridge: We’ll take it down word for word at the station.
Guy: Really?
Ridge: In you go. This way.
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[Church bells tolling]
[Doorbell rings]
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Patricia: May I help you?
Helen: I’m here to see Dr. Jameson.
Patricia: Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. There’s no one here by that name.
Helen: Oh. Cute. Dr. Melville then, my white whale. I’m here from Amsterdam.
Patricia: I didn’t receive any call from Amsterdam.
Helen: Of course you didn’t. This is that call. We can get on the horn and rouse an elder at headquarters, if you’d prefer. But I guarantee by the end of that conversation, you’ll be on your way to cleaning bedpans at the field clinic in Winnipeg.
Jameson: Let her in, Patricia.
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Ridge: And then there’s one of you following the man who wound up dead next to Keves Papadouris. And Keves? Well, Her best friend. That’s you, lives on a houseboat in Maida Vale. Same houseboat which happens to be the scene of a mass murder. Same houseboat I found the two of you looking down at this morning just hours after the crime. Never seen those trainers before in your life. Eh?
Jameson: It’s been a long time. Some tea please, Patricia. Can we get you anything?
Helen: No. Thank you.
Jameson: Why don’t you have a seat and we can talk?
Helen: What a good idea.
Guy: It’s all circumstantial. Everything you’re saying. I don’t know anything about any of these murders. And neither does Doris. I mean, all I’m hearing is coincidences and guesses, but not a shred of forensic evidence that ties either of us to a crime.
Ridge: Forensic evidence, perhaps not, but photographic evidence… Who’s this?
Guy: No idea.
Ridge: No idea.
Guy: I’m sorry. Doesn’t ring a bell.
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Ridge: Ding, ding, ding.
Helen: Tell me what happened to my sister.
Jameson: I don’t know. I haven’t known for years. They kicked me out of the program once my utility had been exhausted. Just like the Talamasca, eh? Use you for what they need and then toss you aside.
Helen: What was the program for? What did you want with Emma?
Jameson: I suppose you have a right to know.
Guy: You could have five more photos like this or 5,000. It wouldn’t matter. Ei incumbit probatio qui dicit, non qui negat.
Ridge: Oof. Clever clogs. What does that mean?
Guy: It means that we don’t have to explain these pictures, or who we’re friends with or how we like our eggs, because the law presumes that we didn’t do a damn thing. But, hey, if you think that you’ve got enough evidence here to convince a jury to convict us of murder based on some blurry pictures of me kind of sort of maybe in the same vicinity as this lady, I mean, best of luck.
Jameson: The program was created to identify children of outsized talent, and your sister proved to be the most talented of all.
Helen: Because of her memory?
Jameson: Yes, it was extraordinary. Unnatural. You could ask her how many bricks there were in a building she’d walked past two days before. Or the precise weather for any day of her life. She was always right. She could remember passages from any text. And then entire books verbatim after reading them only once. That’s when we took her to Amsterdam, where her training really began. She was exactly what we’d been looking for.
Ridge: Last night I received a DNA report on hair, blood and skin gathered at Keves Papadouris’ flat, but belonging to neither victim. Belonging instead to a third person.
Jameson: For the first 10 years, she flourished. It was a miracle watching what she took in.
Helen: Flourished? Emma grew up alone in Amsterdam without her family. Why would you do that to her?
Jameson: She’s not like the rest of us. Not anymore. And she hasn’t been called Emma since she left London.
Guy: Okay. My DNA would be on Keves, should be, okay? We were… We were together the night before she was killed.
Ridge: Well, that’s a wrinkle to add to my elbow. But DNA wasn’t yours. Belongs to your friend. Helen’s her name. Right? Now does it ring a bell? It’s her DNA that’s all over the flat.
Jameson: We let your sister pick a new name. She called herself… Doris.
Helen: Doris?
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Guy: You’re not gonna charge us with a crime. I can tell. That means that you can’t hold us. Come on, Doris, we’re going.
Ridge: With all that fancy Latin falling out your pockets, I’m sure you passed the American bar with flying colors. But on my side of the pond, I can arrest you and hold you for 24 hours on suspicion of perverting the course of justice. So do me a favor. Sit tight.
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Ridge: This is Agent Wakefield from MI5.
Olive: I’ll be taking over from here.
Ridge: [Sighs deeply]
[Telephones ringing in distance]
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Jameson: There was unrest in the Talamasca. If leadership hadn’t done what they did, the organization would have been torn apart long ago from within by those who wished to use all our knowledge for evil. Once we had a safe backup, we had to destroy all the original texts and information in order to protect the greater good. The 752 worked. The program was a success.
[Gunshot]
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Stop.
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Ridge: If nothing else, I’m the one who brought these two in. I’m the one who’s been working this case, who put the damn pieces together. She can’t just barge in.
Hough: Enough. You’re the one that pissed all over the command chain. That’s what you’ve done.
Olive: I have my controller’s order and the signed approval of your direct supervisor.
Ridge: One question. If I called MI5 right now and asked them to verify an Agent Wakefield, what would they say?
Olive: Because they’re professionals, they’ll say they never heard of an Agent Wakefield. But if you give them this badge number along with my verification password, Zephyr, you’ll be connected to my section chief. Phone number’s on the back.
Hough: Ridge. If I were you, I wouldn’t go near that phone. Right. Come on, you two.
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Guy: Where’s Helen? We were supposed to meet her.
Olive: Where?
Guy: Waterloo. She has our passports.
Olive: Guy, listen. I think it’s a trap. We can’t trust Helen anymore. I’m sorry. She’s betrayed us all.
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Doris: [Voice whispering] It’s right there. She has it. She has the fucking book.
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Guy: Doris!
[Knife clicks]
Olive: Drive!
[Tires screeching]
Guy: Doris!
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[Doris hisses]
[Olive gasps]
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Guy: Wait, wait. No! [Grunting] Hey!
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Doris: We need to go.
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Doris: Shut the boot!
Guy: What are you doing?
Doris: Daylight!
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Jesus! [Grunting]
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[Sighs]
[Tires screech]
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[Cellphone buzzing]
Helen?
Helen: Jay, I need your help. Can you talk? Are you on your own?
Helen. Helen, stop! Interpol has a red notice out for you for a double murder. They’ve matched your DNA.
Helen: How did they get my DNA?
And they want you in for questioning about a mass killing in Maida Vale. What the hell is going on?
Helen: Olive.
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[Turns engine off]
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Doris: Guy. What are you doing? You can let me out now.
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Doris: Can you hear me? Guy!
Guy: What the fuck?
Doris: Guy?
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Guy: It’s just a scrapbook.
That’s exactly what I told you.
Guy: You didn’t tell me what you are.
Does it change anything?
Guy: Yes. I don’t understand. If you’re a vampire, how do you hide your…
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Guy: When we first met, you called me a liar. I’m not sure what that makes you.
Doris: Well, now you see. Now you understand why I have…
Guy: Just stop, okay? We’re getting out of the country, and we’re going our separate ways. You understand?
Doris: Guy.
Guy: Would you just tell me the truth?
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Guy: Doris.
Doris: I wouldn’t know where to start.
Guy: If you can’t tell me… show me. Let me in.
Doris: Guy.
Guy: Let… me in.
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Doris: Okay.
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[Indistinct voices]
Doris: I was taken from home when I was very young. My parents were both dead. My sister and I were separated. I was taken to Amsterdam. I spent most of my time inside a library. The books, the knowledge, it was everything I wanted. And then they took it all away. They said it was inside me, that they didn’t need the books… because I was the library now. The 752 isn’t a book, Guy.
Guy: It’s you.
Doris: After the fire, everything changed. Talamasca minders would come to extract information. They told me that I was a vital part of some mission to keep the peace between the mortal and the immortal worlds. And then, when I was old enough, they… made me into what I am today so that they could keep me forever and use me forever. They moved me from Amsterdam. They hid me. I had no one, I was miserable. I was a tool. I didn’t even know what for.
Guy: But you’re powerful. Couldn’t you just…
Doris: No. They’d made me into a vampire. But a weak one. I was immortal, yes, but I couldn’t freeze time or read other people’s minds. I felt trapped. I had to get out.
Guy: You escaped?
Doris: Yeah. And then I met Keves. She had just lost her mum, and she was just a kid. So I took care of her, watched her grow up. She gave my life meaning. When she found out that people were getting close to me like Archie, she couldn’t help but get involved.
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Guy: You killed Archie.
[Indistinct yelling]
[Growls]
[Gasping]
Doris: But I was too late to save Keves.
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[Growling]
Doris: And then you showed up.
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[Crying softly]
Doris: Keves got hurt because she got close to me. The witches were massacred because they took me in. And now I have hurt my sister because the police think that she is the one who killed Archie.
Guy: Your sister?… Helen.
Doris: Fiona to me. I was Emma back then. They tried to change everything about us. They tried to wipe away everything about who we were, but they couldn’t. Because we’re identical twins and twins share an awful lot, including our blood.
Guy: The detective had the right DNA.
Doris: But the wrong twin.
Guy: Does she know? That you’re, um… what you are?
Doris: [Sighs] I know everything in every single book I’ve ever read, but I have no idea what my sister knows about me.
Guy: We’re about to find out.
[Classical music playing]
Houseman: Yes.
[Door opens]
Adjutant: Director Houseman. Intercepted an all-ports warning, sir.
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Houseman: Well, there you are. They’re gonna try and flee the country. I want agents fanned out across the city.
Adjutant: And what about the other thing?
Houseman: Yes. He’s served his purpose. Hmm? Led us straight to her.
Adjutant: The team is standing by.
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Houseman: Clean it up.
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Doris: Thank you.
Driver: Alright.
Doris: Are you okay?
Guy: It’s just… I thought that if I found the book, the 752, that maybe I would get closer to finding my mom.
Driver: Excuse me.
Doris: Yeah, we’re getting out.
Jasper: Where are you?
The girl’s a damn vampire. She killed Highsmith. They’re on their way to Waterloo now. And they have the 752. I’m coming back to you.
[Call ends]
Jasper: [Winces] Ah! We got him.
I’ve had enough of this. You’ve gone too far.
Jasper: What the fuck are you yapping about?
I know what you did in Maida Vale, and I won’t put up with any more of it.
[Sighs]
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Jasper: You won’t put up with any more of it?
No, I will not.
Jasper: And what exactly are you going to do? File a grievance form? Bury me in org charts? [Chuckles] What power exactly do you think you possess?
It’s not mine to possess. That’s how powerful it is. You’ve no idea what you’re toying with, Jasper.
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Jasper: You are a flea bouncing off the hard dick of our immortal history. And you landed under a fucking tidal wave.
And yet I stand.
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[Elevator whirring, bell dings]
[Elevator doors open]
[Explosion]
[Jasper coughing]
Jasper: Hey! Get the fuck off me!
Man: Go. Restraints. Go!
[Grunts]
Roll and lift.
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[Revenants growling]
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[Hissing]
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[Rapid footsteps approaching]
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[Indistinct conversations]
[Engine starts]
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[Indistinct talking over PA]
Guy: Oh, shit. Come on. In here. … Okay?
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[Indistinct talking over PA]
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Hey. Isn’t that the one from New York?
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[Man over PA] Your attention please. The red line is going to be closed. Red line is going to be closed. Please refer to the track nine program. Thank you.
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Doris: Can you see her?
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Helen: Excuse me. Excuse me. I’m so sorry to bother you. I need the police.
Sorry?
Helen: I’m wanted.
Why?
Helen: For a double murder.
Ah ha. Very funny, ma’am. Behind the yellow line, please.
Helen: Is this funny? Thank you.
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There in the blue jacket, she just…
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Helen: Wait. They’ll see you.
Guy: Shit.
Helen: I’m so sorry.
She pulled a gun out on me. Says she murdered two people.
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Helen: Oh.
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[Giggles]
[Both blowing]
♪ To see what he could see, see, see ♪
♪ But all that he could see, see, see ♪
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
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Helen: You are very gifted, Guy.
Guy: I do know that you care about me.
Helen: If I want you to know something, you will.
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Helen: I’m so sorry.
Helen: Go.
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Guy: We can’t blow our cover.
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Guy: I’m sorry.
Doris: She seemed to really care about you. It’s almost like you’re family.
Helen: I’m so sorry.
Guy: I’m gonna be right back.
Doris: What are you doing?
Guy: I don’t know.
Helen: I’m sorry.
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Guy: Sorry.
[Indistinct conversations]
Oh, Ridge. I thought you were sleeping in the doghouse.
Ridge: Oh, that’s just Hough. Butterfly flaps its wings in Leeds, he goes from hugging you to kicking you. I’m doing the grunt work. You know how it is. I’ll take her in.
[Indistinct conversations]
Ridge: Watch your head.
Ridge: [Sighs] You don’t look much like a homicidal maniac, do you?
Helen: It’s always a mistake to underestimate a woman of my age.
Ridge: I’m gonna tell you a secret. I’m not supposed to be here. I’ve been suspended. And if my supervisor knew I was picking you up, I’d be busted down to desk duty in Croydon if I came out the good side of his ass.
Helen: Why are you telling me all this?
Ridge: Because I’ve just laid eyes on some information no one else has seen yet. And since I won’t get a chance with you in an interview room, I thought I should ask now. This is a photo of an MI5 agent named Wakefield, turned up on an encrypted drive belonging to a dead woman named Soledad Marcel. But I made some calls. And MI5 have never heard of an Agent Wakefield.
Helen: Sounds like she’s quite the impostor.
Ridge: Hmm. Well, you should know. You’ve been all over London with her. I’ll tell you what. Let’s circle back to that, because the thing that’s a real head spinner… is this. Just one hour after you apparently killed two souls in a London flat, you’re all the way back at JFK, boarding a flight to Heathrow. Now, how is that possible?
Helen: You might be very surprised by what’s possible. What’s your name?
Ridge: Ridge.
Helen: Ridge You strike me as someone who’s been overlooked, but who has quite a bit of potential.
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[Engine starts]
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[Growling] [Snarling]
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[Breathing heavily]
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[Classical music playing]
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[Knock on door, door opens]
Adjutant: They’re ready for you downstairs, sir.
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[Cellphone buzzing]
[Door closes]
[Buzzing continues]
Houseman: Go ahead.
Man: Target is in sight.
Houseman: Very good.
Man: Shall I bring her in?
Houseman: No. Let’s see who she leads us to.
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[Coughing]
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Houseman: Do you know why you’re here? You’ve been training a little army of half-bred vampires… in the London Mother House. Now that… that is a no-no.
Jasper: Whoever the hell you are, why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?
Houseman: [Laughing] No, no. I prefer to show you my vast benevolence. Offer you an alternative. Quid pro quo. You help me, I help you. Something… for something.
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[Sighs]
Jasper: Who are you?
Houseman: My name is Houseman. And I am the man who watches. Tell me, how many vampires would you say are in the world?
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Jasper: Not enough.
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Houseman: Come.
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Jasper: What is this?
Houseman: It’s your destiny. Better get to work.
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Guy: Hey.
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Guy: You gonna be okay out there… on your own?
Doris: I’ve been there before. The world’s a big place.
Guy: So… where are you gonna go?
Doris: [Sighs] Guy.
Guy: It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.
Doris: I think, um…
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Doris: I think I know where your mother is.
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