"Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime," "Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator... and vanished." "He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own... and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better." "His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear." "And so, Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong... and hoping each time that his next leap... will be the leap home." "No." "Oh, no!" "Darling?" "Did you sleep well?" "Oh, boy." "Leaping in and out of new situations... has taught me to be prepared for the unusual, but I suddenly had the feeling I had left "unusual';... and landed smack-dab in the middle of"bizarre. "" "The night is torrid." "It's just as you said it would be." ""It"?" "Blood moon." "I don't think I ever really saw the world until you showed it to me." "I don't pretend to understand everything about you, Nigel." "I only know that when you look at me, I'm helpless." "You've given me so much in the short time we've known each other, and tonight, when the moon is high," "I will return that love a thousand times more." "Nigel, did I say something to offend you?" "No." "No, no, no, no, no." "No." "No." "Gosh, no." "No." "I just, uh" "Everything is fine." "Really." "It is." "Does the master wish to inspect the livestock?" "The, uh, livestock?" "I had Horst bring up some sheep from the village." "Oh." "Sheep?" "For the ceremony." "Right." "Right, for" "The sheep for the ceremony." "Easy, uh, boy." "Vlad." "Take it easy." "Uh-huh." "B" " Be careful." "That's a" "He must sense your excitement." "I'll take him with me." "Wait a second." "Wh" " Where are you going?" "I have to prepare." "The others will be arriving soon." "Vlad?" ""Others"?" "This has got to be some kind of a joke." "Right?" "I'm in a castle, the coffin, the whole storm and everything" "Right?" "Horst?" "Ah" "Uh, Horst?" "We're having, uh, some kind of a party?" "Right?" "That's-That" "Here." "Let me help you." "Right?" "That's what's happening?" "We're just gonna have some kind of a little, uh, party or something?" "Will the master be needing anything else?" ""The master"?" "Oh!" "The-The master." "Um, well, uh, no." "I just was wondering about this, uh, this whole "Blood Moon," uh, ceremony- ceremony." "Horst?" "Hello?" "Gee, I hope the sheep are okay." "What's the matter?" "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?" "Give you a heart" " I'm having a heart attack." "All right, all right." "Okay." "Let me ask you this question." "Is it Halloween?" "What?" "Is it Halloween tonight?" "Not unless they moved it to March." "Hmm." "Oh, uh, Sam" "Hmm?" "Sam, have you, uh- have you looked in a mirror yet?" "Uh, no." "I have" "No, I haven't seen any around." "Why?" "Ah." "Haven't seen any mirrors around." "Well, that's not surprising." "Well, what does that mean?" "What does that mean?" "I think you've leaped into a" "A what?" "A vampire." "A vampire?" "I know." "It sounds strange, but you should see the guy in the waiting room." "He looks like a cross between Bela Lugosi and a sick corpse." "He's got all the markings of the undead." "And you have all the markings of the brain-dead." "Now what does Ziggy have?" "Well, it's March 10, 1975" "Yeah?" "And you're just outside London." "You leaped out of the country." "I figured that out already." "Now, what else?" "Yeah." "Uh" "Your name is Nigel Corrington." "You're, uh, London's most eccentric and expensive artist." "Hmm." "Your family has lived in this castle for five generations." "And you just shocked the art world... by marrying a homeless girl named Alexandra Hill." "Homeless girl?" "Yeah." "Uh- Why am I here, Al?" "Uh, well, um, I don't know." "We haven't run the program that far yet." "Why not?" "Oh, uh- Because of the vampire?" "You're not running the program because there's a vampire in the waiting room." "Is that it?" "Is that what you're telling me?" "Wait a minute." "You should see this guy Corrington, Sam." "He's" " He's a first-class flesh eater." "He's got all the classic signs." "He's got the pale complexion, the beady eyes, the lustful stare." "Al?" "You just described yourself." "Ha-ha!" "Very funny, Sam." "Yeah." "You're gonna laugh, but I'm telling you, you have leaped into a night stalker." "All right." "All right." "Now that's enough." "Now I want you to repeat after me." "There is no such thing as a vampire." "Oh, come on, Sam." "Say it." "There's no such thing as a vampire." "Okay." "It's all in my mind." "Go on." "Uh, it's all in my mind." "Right." "And I will never, ever bring up the subject again." "Sam- Al?" "I'll never, ever bring up the subject again." "Okay." "Now maybe we can get on to figuring out why I'm here, okay?" "I'm just glad you didn't show up when I was in the coffin." "Aha!" "Aha!" "You see?" "Ah!" "That's it." "You're a" "You're a blood-sucking ghoul from hell." "Go." "Go away, and don't come back until you find out why I'm here." "Go on." "Well, I just hope Tina remembered to pick up my turtleneck from the cleaners." "There's something so powerful in his eyes." "Don't you think?" "It's hard to believe he stood in this very room over 300 years ago." "Yes, well, I'm sure he'd be happy to know that, uh" "Nothing's changed since he left." "Oh, here." "Let me help you." "Uh, I hope you don't mind me wearing this dress." "I found it in a trunk upstairs." "It must have belonged to your great-great-grandmother." "Uh-huh." "Alexandra, could I ask you a question?" "Anything, darling." "Listen." "It's about the coffin" "Uh, I was just" "Well, I can't seem to figure out why I was" "They're here." "Huh?" "Do I look all right?" "Yeah." "You look wonderful." "I want to make a proper impression." "After all, I'm the lady of the castle now." "Company, sir." "Lord Corrington, it is an honor to finally meet you." "Yes." "Well, hello." "Thank you." "Allow me to introduce myself formally, sir." "I'm Victor Drake." "Uh, this is my companion, Claudia." "My lord, it's an honor to join you on this most sacred of nights." "Yes, well, it's really nice to have you here too with us." "I must say, I was quite surprised... when you responded favorably to my letter requesting... the privilege of joining you on the night of the Blood Moon." "Your name, sir, is legendary among the followers." "Although I never expected to encounter such a vision ofbeauty... upon my arrival." "I'm sorry." "This is my wife, uh, Alexandra." "A pleasure." "Shall we retire to the dining room?" "I believe dinner is nearly ready." "That would be lovely." "I'm ravenous." "It's quite impressive." "I understand your family has lived here for many years." "So I've heard." "I mean, yes, that's true, of course." "Nigel's great-great-grandfather built the castle." "There's a portrait of him in the study." "Perhaps you'd like to see it." "I'd like that very much." "Uh, Sam?" "Uh, I think we'd better talk for a minute." "Would you excuse me for just a moment, please?" "I need to go, uh, check on the dinner." "Darling, I'm sure Horst has everything under control." "Yes, I'm sure you're right, but it never hurts to double-check." "You know?" "So, just- just to be sure, I sometimes" "I'll be right back." "How's life in the netherworld?" "What is that?" "This?" "Yes, this." "This is a cross." "No." "That." "It's garlic." "I know it's garlic." "Why is it around your neck?" "Hmm?" "Hmm?" "No reason." "No reason." "I thought we had all this vampire stuff settled, Al." "Yeah, well, you may change your mind after you find out why you're here." "There's a 95.2% chance that you're here to solve a murder." "Murder?" "Who?" "Yeah." "Alexandra." "Her body's found in the forest in a couple of days." "And that's not all." "What?" "When her body is found" "What?" "His" "What?" "It's completely... drained of blood." "What do you mean, drained ofblood?" "I mean drained." "Emptied." "Sucked dry." "Arroyo seco, Sam." "Admit it." "You have leaped into a- a vampire." "Oh, stop it with the garlic." "Al, I cannot believe that there are guys out there running around in bad tuxedos, biting people on the neck." "Now, there's gotta be a more logical explanation." "What's logical about the walking dead?" "Why is it difficult for you to admit that I could be right?" "Because it's insane, that's why." "I'm a scientist." "I deal in facts, not fiction." "Aha!" "All right." "All right." "Explain the fact that you woke up in a coffin." "Well, that's easy to explain." "Yeah?" "It's easy to explain?" "Go ahead." "Explain it." "Go ahead." "A marketing ploy." "What?" "Yes." "Yes." "Corrington is a painter, right?" "So?" "Right?" "Well, he probably lives this bizarre lifestyle... to drive up the price of his work." "People love quirky, especially when it comes to art." "Now, you gotta admit I'm right there." "What about the murder?" "I don't know, Al." "Does Ziggy have anything else?" "No, nothing." "She's trying to interface with some of the British systems, but it shouldn't be much longer." "Have Ziggy run a check on something called "Blood Moon. "" "Blood Moon." "B" " Blood" " Bl-Blood Moon?" "What the hell is that, "Blood Moon"?" "It's some kind of a cult ritual thing." "And also, have her run a check on Victor Drake." "Uh, that guy in there?" "Yeah, yeah." "He and his girlfriend are big fans of mine" " Corrington's- and I guess they're here to celebrate this Blood Moon ritual." "You think Alexandra's part of this cult?" "No, I don't think so." "What's she hanging out with a guy like Corrington for?" "Look." "You told me she was a street kid, right?" "She came from the streets." "Now she's all of a sudden queen of her own castle." "Now, who'd wanna give that up?" "Uh" "And as hard as it is to believe, I think that she really loves this Corrington guy." "Okay, Sam." "Just- Just be careful, okay?" "Al" " Be careful because this leap is getting weirder by the minute." "May I propose a toast?" "To stab the hearts of mortal men, they spill their blood like rain." "And to the night we offer ours, to demons without shame." "To the Blood Moon." "The Blood Moon." "The Blood Moon." "To the m-moon." "Sorry." "I wasn't paying attention." "I should have been." "I believe my husband is more excited than he dare admit." "He hasn't been himself all evening." "Is that right?" " Nothing serious, I hope." " No, no." "Just kind of one of those days." " I trust everything's been prepared for the ceremony." " Ceremony?" "Must be very satisfying to experience such a sacred event... with such a hauntingly beautiful creature." "You flatter me, Mr. Drake." "I worship you, Lady Corrington." "To be honest, I'm not quite sure what to expect." "I know that the ritual involves some kind of..." " sacrifice." " An offering... to the beast." "It's quite simple, really." "Within each of us... there lives a beast" "a power." "Some... choose to fear it." "Others, to deny it." "Then there are others... who seek to embrace it" "to feed off it." "As with everything, there is a price to be paid" "A sacrifice to be made." "We have hours before the moon is high." "Shall we move to the study for cognac?" "Perfect." "No." "Uh, no." "I feel like we- we should clear the table first." "You know?" "I'm sure your domestic can attend to it." "Well, I'd rather do it myself." "Alexandra, would you give me a hand?" "Alexandra?" "Sorry." "There we go." "We'll have this all cleaned up in no time." "Just the two of us." "Nigel, what's come over you?" "Me?" "Nothing." "I just felt like you could use some fresh air." "You seemed a little, uh, distracted." "It's the ceremony" "You're having second thoughts, aren't you?" "Well, as a matter of fact, I am." "I knew it." "You don't think I'm worthy." "What?" "It's because of my past, isn't it?" "Nigel, you're the only one I care for." "I want to be part of your world." "Why?" "You're so young and you're so alive." "It has to be terribly lonely for you, living here like this." "I never knew my mother and father." "They left me in a boot box on the steps of a small church... when I was only a few hours old." "I grew up in a room... with 20 other girls just like me" "20 lost souls." "When I left there," "I lived on the streets." "Until I met you," "I was sure I would die alone." "Please." "Don't make me die alone." "Alexandra" "I really think we should call off the ceremony." "Call it off?" "But the moon won't be like this for another" " Forget about the moon." "I'm talking about your life." "I don't understand." "I hope you're not planning to monopolize your lovely wife all evening, milord." "I don't mean to intrude, but I was hoping I could present you with a gift." "A gift?" "Darling, isn't that wonderful?" "It's so beautiful." "Wherever did you find it?" "I bought it from an old peddler." "It belonged to Count Bathory himself." "I've never seen anything like it." "It must be worth a fortune." "At least." "Victor is a very generous man." "It pleases you, Lord Corrington?" "Yes, this is a very generous gift, but..." "I can't accept it." "I insist." "I'm sure you'll find it very useful in the future." "Yes, well, I'm sure it has a great deal of sentimental value for you." "Value can only be measured by the individual." "Don't you agree?" "Are you all right?" "Will you excuse me for a moment?" "Alexandra?" "I need to freshen up." "I can see why you chose her." "She's really quite vulnerable, isn't she?" "We're all vulnerable in our own way." "So we are." "We have hours before the ritual." "I wonder if I might bother you for a more secluded location, where we can prepare." "Yes." "There's some rooms upstairs." "I'll have Horst take you up." "I don't think that'll be possible." "I took the liberty of excusing him for the evening." "I hope you don't mind." "Uh, well, I guess, uh" "Join us." "What?" "I want to bathe in your power." "You do?" "I can assure you, Claudia is quite... energetic." "Yes, well, I'm... sure she is." "Some other time perhaps." "Of course." "Well, that proves it." "They are definitely vampires." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talk" " Look at this." "Proves - "How to Spot a Vampire, by Dr. Laszlo Fang"?" "Where did you get that?" "It's not funny." "Where'd you get this book?" "This is one of the" "This is the world's foremost expert on vampires." "Oh, that Dr. Laszlo Fang." "Yes." "Yes." "Now listen to this." "Please, read something to me." "I'm gonna quote to you from chapter six." "Please." "Please do." "All right." "Shush." "Listen." ""Vampires are not merely blood seekers." "Oh, no." ""They are sexually obsessed," ""and many of them possess insatiable carnal urges... beyond the grave. "" "Now, what does that tell ya?" "It tells me that vampires and holograms have a lot in common." "Ha-ha-ha." "You are not gonna laugh when I tell you about the  the Blood Moon." " What about it?" "Yeah, the Blood Moon." "The Blood Moon" "It's this very sacred night that happens once every 10 years... when the walking dead... honor the name of Count Bathory." "Victor mentioned Bathory." "Count Bathory" "Yeah." "This is one of the first vampires in recorded history." "Legend has it that he was personally responsible... for the ritualistic deaths of 650 virgins." "He believed that their blood would rejuvenate him... and give him eternal life." "Al" "Well, they caught this guy, and when they caught him... the townspeople walled him up inside his own bedroom." "Hmm." "And he lived in there." "He stayed alive for three years drinking his own blood." "That was in the book?" "Huh?" "Yeah." "This Dr. Laszlo Fang book?" "Yeah, and they say that that night" "This is a good book." "I gotta read this." "They say that that night... the moon turned blood red." "And ever since then, it's been required for the vampires... to offer up a sacrifice in his name." " And this is what Ziggy thinks happened to Alexandra?" " You tell me." "According to Scotland Yard, the cause of death was acute loss of blood... due to a puncture wound in the carotid artery, which is right- right here." "I know where that is, okay?" "Yes." "Yes." "Yeah, and the murder weapon was found near the body." "It was a silver dagger." " A what?" " A silver dagger." "Something like this?" "Are you saying that Corrington sacrificed his own wife?" "No." "No?" "No." "No, if it was Corrington, then history would have changed as soon as I got here, because I'm him and I'm not gonna kill her, right?" "Right." "Well, wait a minute." "Al- Uh, wait." "Let me check" "Oh!" "Drake." "Well, of course Drake." "But do we have anything on this guy yet?" "Uh, well, no." "It's these English frequencies." "This country hasn't been the same since the Blitz." "Al, this is crazy- this whole leap." "I leap in, and I'm in the middle of a Stephen King novel." "I don't even know what I look like." " Oh, well, that's no problem." " What do you mean?" "You wanna know what you look like, just look at the portrait over the fireplace." "What are you talking about?" "What am I talking about?" "Yeah." "That's the guy in the waiting room." "That's you." "No, no." "That's impossible." "Alexandra told me that that guy has been dead for over 300 years." "Dead... or undead?" "Don't start with that again, Al." "Sam, you've been here long enough." "You gonna tell me there's nothing weird going on here?" "Weird, yes." "Living dead, no." "Now what is it gonna take to convince you of that?" "This is ridiculous, Al, absolutely ridiculous." "But if this is what it takes to prove that he's not undead, then I'm gonna do it." "Good, Sam." "There it is." "Yeah." "I know "there it is. "" "Well, I guess I'll open it then." "I guess so." "When you see his bones in here, I don't wanna hear anything more about vampires." "Alexandra!" "Gooshie, get me the hell out of here!" "What is it?" "What's wrong?" "Uh-huh." "No." "Look at his throat, Al." "I see." "The throat." "What's left of the throat." "Who could have done something like this?" "Maybe it wasn't a who." "Maybe it was a what." "Is everything all right?" "I heard a scream." "How did it happen?" "I was just about to ask you the same question." "You don't think I had anything to do with this?" "Alexandra must be very upset." "Perhaps I should speak to her." "She's my wife." "I'll handle it." "Of course." "I'll await you both in the study." "Alexandra?" "I'm sorry I ran off." "I couldn't bear to look at" "It must have been terrible, finding him like that." "I don't understand." "Who could have done something like this?" "I don't know." "Listen, I-I've been thinking about tonight." "I think we should call off the ceremony." "Because of this?" "Because of a lot of things." "But it's so important to you." "It's what you've waited for ever since we met." "It's all you've talked about." "Well, it's not as important as you are." "I don't understand you." "You're at once frightening and exciting." "I find myself wanting to run away, yet I'm drawn to you like no other." "You've gotta trust me on this." "What about the others?" "They're in the study." "I'll go tell them." "I'll come with you." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Lady Corrington- I hope you're feeling better." "Yes, thank you." "The moon is nearly high." "We have much to do." "I've decided to call off the ritual." "This is quite unexpected." "Are you sure that there's nothing I can say to change your mind?" "Yes, I'm sure." " Well, then." "I think we should be going." " I think that would be best." "I hope, at least, you will allow me... the honor of a final toast." "Well, uh, under the circumstances, I suppose it's the least we can do." "What shall we drink to?" "Destiny." "Destiny." "Alexandra?" "Are you" "Alex" "Well, the count will be pleased." "Instead of one offering, we shall give him... two." "You greatly disappoint me, Corrington." "I must admit, I never imagined you the type to fall for a pretty face- especially one with such a sordid pedigree." "You drugged me." "You'll wish you'd stayed drugged before this night is over." "You've done a very foolish thing." "The count will be displeased with your lack of commitment." "Where is Alexandra?" "She's tied up at the moment." "Don't worry." "Soon you'll be together again... for eternity." "What do you want?" "Isn't it obvious?" "I want your soul- more directly, your blood." "You can't be serious." "I'm more than serious." " I'm compelled." " But that's murder." "Nonsense!" "The soul can never die." "It can only be... reinvented." "My dear, we've been waiting for you." "The moon is high, my love." "Yes." "It's time." "I envy you." "Soon you'll know the secrets beyond the grave." "Claudia, you have to untie me." "Victor's gonna kill Alexandra." "I've gotta stop him." "You heard him." "He said you were the chosen one- the one that would take us through the forest." "But you're just like the others." "You're weak and afraid." "This is not some gothic novel." "This is real life." "And unless you untie me, innocent people are gonna die." "It's too late." "Tonight will see the evil of man reborn." "Victor says our fates are preordained." "I don't know how to break this to you, but Victor is insane." "Victor is a genius!" "He is my king." "And soon... he will be yours." " Al!" " Oh, my God, Sam!" "Sam" " Al." "Shh." "Don't speak." "I want you to hear the sound of our union." " No, don't do this." " It's already done." "She's a vampire.!" "Oh, no, Sam, do something.!" " Horst." " Are you all right, sir?" "Thank God you came back." "I thought you'd gone home for the evening." " Forgot my cap, sir." " Where's Alexandra?" " I don't know, sir." " I can't get a fix on her." "Must be the lightning." "Go find her, Al." "All right." "Gooshie." "Center me on Alexandra." "Horst, I want you to go to town and get help." "But, sir" "Go!" "Yes, sir." "You're not real." "And I'll prove it." "They're fake." "Huh?" "What's fake?" "Your vampires are fake, unless they got a dental plan in hell." "Now, did you find Alexandra?" "Yeah, yeah." "Victor's got her staked up on the roof." "You better hurry up because he's gonna start the service." "It's just as it was in the beginning, when Bathory ruled the night." "I've awaited this moment my entire life- to bridge the gap between the living and the dead, to fly with fallen angels and to soar into the night." "And you- oh, you shall be my wings." "So delicate, so fragile." "And soon you will be... with the master." "Victor." "Stay where you are." "I know you want to believe... that this is all real," "but we both know the truth." "What are you talking about?" "You killed her." "No." "But I'll kill you if I have to." "You still don't understand, do you?" "You can't change this." " Why do you reject your own destiny?" " Because it's wrong." "End this, Victor." "Let her go." "Yes." "She shall be released." "We shall all be released." "Pass softly, my love." "No!" "The young lady has indeed confirmed your version of the story, and, uh, seeing as you and your family have lived her for many years," "I really don't see much point in bringing you in at the present time." "Would you mind waiting, though, for a few minutes?" "I'd like to talk to my wife." "I don't see any harm in that." "Thank you." "Well, it, uh, certainly looks as though the storm has passed." "Yes, I sure hope so." "Yes, indeed." "Al, I don't think she should be here when Corrington gets back, do you?" "No, of course not." "Alexandra." "Uh, are you all right?" "I've been thinking." "I think you should leave here." "Leave?" "You don't belong here." "You don't belong here." "And what happened tonight should convince you of that." "I know." "I know." "Where shall I go?" "I want you to take this, and sell it." "You should get a lot of money for it." "And I want you to go as far away as you can from here." "You hear me?" "Please." "Please." "Now go on." "The police are waiting to take you to town." "Go." "I don't think I'll ever understand any of this, but I'll love you for all eternity." "Don't feel bad, Sam." "You didn't have any choice." "You couldn't leave her with that- that that." "Anyway," "Ziggy says she's fine." "She's" " She's just fine." "She doesn't end up on the street again, right?" "Well, yeah." "She- Yeah, she ends up on the street." "But- She becomes a missionary... on the street, see." "A missionary?" "She's fine." "A missionary." "Hmm?" "Ha-ha, what?" "You gotta be feeling a little silly right now, huh?" "You know, with your garlic and your cross and all that stuff, considering how everything turned out." "I wondered how long it would take you before you'd try and rub my nose in that." " I don't wanna be an I-told-you-so." " No." "I just got a little- little carried away." " "A little carried away"?" "Al!" " Yeah." "Just a little." "You were scared to death." ""A little carried away. "" "I just hope that this proves to you, once and for all, that there are no such things as vampires." "Hmm.!" "Okay?" "Okay." "I'll finally find out what I look like." "Al?" "Ohh, boy!"