The Breed

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Plenty of police cruisers out.

We can knock off.

Come on.

We're NSA, field work isn't our job.

Let's go home.

I want dinner and a hot bath

waiting for me.

And wear that black G-string.

I told you, I love you.

I'm not in love with you.

Why look for a stolen van?

Talk to the locals,

maybe they saw something.

Not that anybody here

ever sees anything.

Hey, I grew up in this kind

of neighbourhood.

And how often did you help out

the cops?

Look.

Clear.

Nothing.

Looks like you been here a while.

Yeah. It's my thinking place.

See anyone leave that van

while you were thinking?

Maybe her?

Your approach sucks.

You never heard

of positive reinforcement?

You know, the reward system?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Is that positive enough for you,

or do you want me to reinforce you?

Okay, okay.

Up there, the light. The light.

All right?

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Wait.

Government agents!

Get your hands up!

Get up with your hands raised...

...or I'll blow your brains

all over the wall.

Get up!

Get up! And stop fucking laughing.

Put your dick down

and pick up the phone. You there?

Don't forget about dinner.

Gina's having London broil.

If you put ketchup on it,

she'll kill you, then me.

Don't let me down, partner.

See you, buddy.

Informing upon your enemy

makes them your friend.

That which we cannot speak about,

we must pass over in silence.

Section chief, please.

The open hand cannot grasp discipline.

Section chief, please.

Steven Grant is present.

Fine. Steven Grant has

clearance. I'll be down.

Thank you.

The open hand cannot grasp discipline.

The Capitol saw your report.

- Yeah. I was expecting this.

- No.

You weren't expecting this.

Informing on your enemy

makes them your friend.

Comrade.

Privacy is illusion.

Two steps forward...

...half a step back.

Mr. Grant, Arthur Kellman, director

of the National Security Agency.

Mr. Grant, meet John Seward,

deputy chief of Central Security.

Good to see you healthy.

- And officer Aaron Gray.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- We read the report.

- I know it's unreal.

We believe you.

Maybe we should

show him the videotape.

- That's why we believe you.

- You caught him!

Not him.

That's not the man you fought.

It has to be. How many

have teeth like that?

Roughly 4000, worldwide,

as far as we can discover.

You're shitting me big time.

Now, gentlemen, please follow me.

It's a genetic offshoot of humanity.

An evolutionary mutation.

Their lifespan is measured

in hundreds of years.

They're incredibly strong. Any

nonfatal wound heals in seconds.

- And they need blood to survive.

- Dr. Bathory.

The victim:
female, Caucasian,

22 years old...

...found hanging with bound hands

and feet and clothes ripped.

Symmetrical lacerations

across the neck...

...severing the carotid artery

and the jugular veins.

The tissue is frayed as if torn...

...not sheared, as you'd expect

with a knife or blade.

The x-rays show crush fractures

of the carpals.

Anything else, doctor?

There are six victims

with one thing in common:

Perforations of the esophagus,

with multiple lacerations.

In plain English, their throats were

ripped out and their blood drained.

Their reflexes, movements

are so much faster than ours.

They exist in an uncanny world,

a parallel universe.

They can blend in like an ordinary

human, unless they choose not to.

Vampires?

They're a cell mutation of the human

species, a different kind of breed.

- And there are 4000 of these things?

- Yeah.

- How do we get rid of them?

- We don't. They're not hostile.

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