Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles VLADIMIR: All my life I've wanted to fit in, to be ordinary. So I thought moving to a new town would be my chance, my chance to be normal. But I was forgetting one little thing. I'm a vampire. -I'm we should have taken a left back there. -Can you stop breathing in my face? You can't have brushed your teeth for weeks. Am I the only one gagging here? I can't believe we have to speak this stupid language. -We've got to keep a low profile. -And why did we have to move anyway? -Please be quiet, Mistress Ingrid. I'm trying to read the map. -Don't tell me to be quiet, insect biter. -All right. That is it. -Don't you touch me, you fungus. -Brat. -Creep. RENFIELD: Witch. INGRID: Pus face. VLAD: Turn right. RENFIELD: Can't do it. Crescent freak. Fart breath. INGRID: Spider licker. -Scab picker. -Snot eater. COUNT DRACULA: (ANGRILY) Renfield! What exactly is going on? -Sorry for disturbing you, Master. -Silence! -Ingrid wants Renfield to turn the hearse around and go back to Transylvania. -Oh, you do, do we now? And what about the angry torch-wielding Tryansylvanian peasant mob, hm? Would you like to go back to them, too? [angry yelling] -Yeah, well, better going back to face them than living in this dump. I mean, look at it. It's so normal. -Normal. That's just what I was thinking. ELIZABETH: Robin! Robin! Robin! -Face it, mum. You did a good job with me and Paul. -And me. -Three out of four ain't bad. -It's just unfortunate you also had a weirdo goth child. -Ian, this isn't funny. He hasn't come out of his room all morning. -PAUL: And that's a bad thing? -If he doesn't come out, no one's going camping. -Hey, nut job! Open up! -Ah! RENFIELD: Can I proceed now, Master? -Yes, yes. -Good. It smells like a zombie's armpit in here. I thought so. It's Vlad's stupid stuffed dog. -Hey, he's not a dog. He's a wolf. And he doesn't smell. -Well, actually, Master Vlad, I do smell a bit. My sawdust seems to have got a little damp in transit. COUNT DRACULA: Renfield, drive. What is that? -Home sweet home. Maybe Dad should go on a diet. COUNT DRACULA: I heard that. Well, here we are at last. Hmm. It's not exactly what I was expecting. I mean, where are the cobwebs? The damp? The rotting corpses? -Look, Dad, you just said find a castle. It was the best I could find on the internet at short notice. COUNT DRACULA: Well, I suppose I might feel better when I've had someone to eat. -All right. I'll get my things. Bagsie the tower room. INGRID: Uhh, I don't think so. I'm the eldest. I'm having that one. -But I called it. -When? VLAD: In the hearse. -Right. Well, I called it before you were born. So kiss my cape. COUNT DRACULA: Please, this is very simple. Vladimir will have the room. -Brilliant. Oh, Ingrid, I do believe you were about to chew on that. -This is because he's your favorite, isn't it? -Yes, that's right. INGRID: I hate you more than garlic. COUNT DRACULA: She is so much like her mother. Ugh. In the attic. RENFIELD: Yes, Master. -Behind some boxes. RENFIELD: Yes, Master. COUNT DRACULA: Under a sheet. -Thanks, dad. -Oh, Vladimir. There's no need to thank me. You are the son and heir of the Dracula family. So you're right, you should have the best room. -Well, actually, I only wanted the tower room because I thought I might get a TV, and the reception is better up there. -Arrgh! [low rumbling noise] -Time to meet the neighbors. -Not juicy enough, go away. -A TV? A TV? If you want to see moving pictures, Vladimir, run around the portrait gallery. Does he think he's living in the 19th century? ZOLTAN: Of course not, Master Vladimir, the Count thinks he's living in the 17th century. He's a few hundred years behind everyone else. -I hate being a vampire. It really sucks. -Hmm, isn't that rather the point? -I just hoped this move will be a new start for us, you know, a chance to be a bit less-- -Vampiric? -Exactly. Come on. Take a look at this. See? Semi-detached houses, streetlights, a newsagent, a golf course, it's all so normal. Right. New life, new neighborhood. Time to check 'em both out. ZOLTAN: But Vladimir, your father has forbidden us from leaving the castle. We need to keep a low profile. -Zoltan, I'm a preteen vampire. That means I've got the reflexes of a night hunter combined with the incredible ability to sneak up behind my parents' back. [sighing] -Mmm. Ingrid. How's the grand sulk going? -I've decided I'm going to go live with mum. -Ingrid. Your mother's dead. -You're dead. We're all dead. -Still can't go and live with her. -You're just mad because she left you for a werewolf. -She did not leave me for a werewolf. We mutually agreed to separate. -After she met a werewolf. -Vladimir keeps the room. It's his birthright. -And what's my birthright? -I don't know. Cleaning my capes? Housework? Something like that. I haven't really given it much thought. -I hope you get some really painful splinters from your coffin. -Ah! -Renfield. My stomach tells me it's lunch time. Time to sample a local peasant. -Now, Master, promise you won't be angry. -No, I like being angry. -Promise you won't hurt me. -Again, not a commitment I feel I can make. -We, um, we may have a food problem. -What sort of problem? RENFIELD: Sort of, we don't have any problem. -(ANGRILY) What do you mean? -I thought you wanted to keep a low profile so I turned a peasant away. COUNT DRACULA: Arrgh! RENFIELD: And what with the driving and map reading and the cobweb hanging, I didn't have time to stock up with any fresh blood. -Two weeks from Transylvania and all I've had to eat is some black pudding in a motorway services. It's not good enough. I need a juicy peasant or at least a steak! -Steak? -Hmm. Extremely rare. RENFIELD: Don't worry, Master. I'll think of something. -Going somewhere? -Yeah, just popping out. COUNT DRACULA: Ow, ow ow, ow! You're not going anywhere, young vampire. Go to your room. -But Dad. -Ooh. Ah! -You know which room is yours, don't you? It's the one that should be mine. RENFIELD: I'm coming, Master! -I hate sunlight. -(SINGING) We're all going on a camping holiday. Just some tent pegs and a rope or two. -Dad, you're making strange noises again. -It's called singing, Robin, people do it when they're in a good mood. Oh, sorry, good mood, I hope I'm not confusing you with my complicated technical jargon. -Ha-ha. Small drama inside, we're out of Kendal mint cake. -What? We can't have a Branagh family camping expedition without Kendal mint cake. This is a disaster. Elizabeth! -I wish they'd do -I'm disappointed in you, son. I mean, where's this bad attitude coming from? The cheeriness, the- the optimism. Ugh, love of the outdoors. -Dad. COUNT DRACULA: And the clothes you wear-- why? Why the bright colors? Make my eyes hurt. -It's what kids wear. -Well, not my kids. Vladi, come stand here. This is what we are, son, we're vampires. What are we? -Vampires. -There's no escaping that. You know, in a few years you'll come into your full powers and your reflection, like mine, will disappear. Now, I am going to sort out the food situation. -Can't we have something normal, like a hamburger? -Oh. A person from Hamburg. -No! -Vampires. You can't escape it. It's your destiny. Hehe. [door closing] -Oh, great. -Ah! Cool. -OK. No cape. This is serious. If I wasn't already undead I'd be dead. -Look, Master Vlad. -Shh. ELIZABETH: Looks like someone's moved into the castle. -You'd have to be pretty weird to want to live there. -Mum, we can't find Robin anywhere. -Where could the weirdo have got to? -OK. I'll go and get him. -Ahhh! -I got you! -Thanks. -Who are you? -What a good time to have a discussion. -You rang? -Sorry to bother you. RENFIELD: Have you come to donate blood? -GRAHAM: What? RENFIELD: The sign. You going to donate blood? GRAHAM: No. Look-- RENFIELD: It's for a good cause. GRAHAM: What cause? -Lunch GRAHAM: No. I'm here because-- did you just say lunch? -Uhh, no, got a cough. COUNT DRACULA: Who is it? -Some local peasant, Master. -I beg your pardon? -Oh, well done Renfield. So nice to see you, peasant. Do come in. -OK. But first, I'm not a peasant. And can you stop staring at me like that? -Like what? -You sure you haven't come to donate blood? -Yes. -Oh, just flirting with us, were you? Well, sling your hook. -Sling your hook? That was a 10 pint delivery. -He said he didn't want to give blood. Ah! -They never want to give blood. That's why I've got these. Aaaghh! -This is like a horror film. You know, one by one up to the castle never to return? -Though he is going to return, isn't he? -He's probably talking to them about the plumbing, you know what he's like. Maybe someone should go up and get him. She can't go by herself. -Right. Oh, you mean us. Come on, Paul. -Shall I bite him, Master? -Not yet. INGRID: Right, Vlad, you rancid little worm. -Quick! Hide, hide! INGRID: Ah! Here you are in my room. -It's not your room. [sniffing] -What's that smell? VLAD: Smell? What smell? Can you smell a smell, Zoltan? -No, Master Vlad. Only your sister's cheap perfume. -Shut it, four wheels. I can smell something different, something rather, uhh, aha! VLAD: No! -I can't wait to tell Dad about this. -I can explain. INGRID: Oh yeah. -Climbed in through the window, nothing to do with me. -A massive pile of dirty laundry climbed in through the window. -What? -Where'd he go? INGRID: Who? The dirty sock fairy? -Uhh, yeah. INGRID: You're such a loser. VLAD: Zoltan, did you see where that boy went? ZOLTAN: Unfortunately, I was distracted by the sawdust running down my left side. -We better find him before Dad does. -Please, Master, take it out. No, Renfield. COUNT DRACULA: It's important that you know why you are being punished. RENFIELD: Is it because I smell? -No. Well you do, but no, that's not the reason. -Is it because I picked m nose and ate it? -No. RENFIELD: After going to the loo without washing my hands? -No. Ughh. But no. The reason you're being punished is because I'm hungry! In fact I'm starving and when I'm starving I get nasty. -And that's what you put a tarantula down my shirt? -Correct. And also because I like watching you squirm. -Ah. Ahh, I think she's just gone down my trousers. -Shh. Quiet. I sense an intruder. There is a human in the castle. -A human, Master? COUNT DRACULA: Yes. Well a human who doesn't smell of mouse droppings. [sniffing] COUNT DRACULA: Mmm. I smell young blood. Right. Where are you? Hmm? So close. So very close. Heh heh. Come to Daddy. VLAD: Daddy? Can I have a word? COUNT DRACULA: Not you. I'm trying to find dinner! VLAD: Well, it's just I think I've got my first fang. -A fang? Oh my boy! Let me have a look. Hmm. I can't see anything. Never mind, my favorite child. INGRID: Nurture him why don't you? You just hate me because I'm a girl. COUNT DRACULA: No. I hate you because you're really annoying. -Oops. INGRID: Right. [squishing] -Oh, Master. I've sat on your tarantula. COUNT DRACULA: Imelda! No! -(WHISPERING) Come on. [whimpering] -Imelda! -If it's any consolation, Master, she wouldn't have felt a thing. -Except your huge bottom squishing her. -(SARCASTICALLY) Hello, we haven't been properly introduced. My name's Vlad. And, oh, you must be the kid who just climbed in through my window and started wandering around. -Robin. I brought your cloak back. -Oh, thanks. What are you doing? -Aren't you going to bite me? -Bite you? Why would I want to bite you? -You can if you want. -No! -Oh, OK. -You're lucky my dad didn't find you. You've got no idea what he's capable of. ROBIN: I know exactly what he's capable of. You're vampires, aren't you? -Haha. Don't be ridiculous. What a silly idea. -Talking wolf? Blood thirsty dad? First fang? -Oh bats, I knew this would happen. Please don't get an angry mob and drive us out of town. -I think you're underestimating suburban apathy. Anyway, vampires are awesome. VLAD: Awesome? -I know everything there is to know about them. Or at least I thought I did. How come you got a reflection? -Well, we don't come into our full powers until our sixteenth birthday. So I've got a reflection. I can't turn into a bat and I don't bite people. -Really? -I don't get burnt by sunlight and I have no adversary reaction to garlic either. -You know, for my first vampire, you're not coming across as very-- -Vampiric? Can I say for my first normal kid you're not coming across very-- -Normal? INGRID: First fang? You scrawny little scab. Talking to yourself, you little freak? -My darling sister, how nice of you to rudely walk in without knocking. -Stick a stake in it. [sniffing] -Ahh, yes, my socks. How did that get there? -Hello. -What are you playing at? You know we're not supposed to mix with breathers. What if he found out that we're-- -Vampires? -Yes! Hang on, he knows. -Yes, and it's fine. He's promised not to tell. -Oh. He's promised. Oh, that's fine then. Listen to me, meat face, swear by all that is morbidly evil not to tell anyone about us on pain of a long and gruesome death. -You're very pretty. -Yes, I am. Now swear. -I swear. INGRID: Good. Now let's get you out of here before my father decides to have you for dinner and us for dessert. VLAD: Thanks, Ingrid. --[scoffs] Oh, you don't think I'm saving this stinking blood bag just be nice do you? Oh no. You and I are going to have a little conversation about room allocation. -OK. Give us our dad and brother back. Nah, too confrontational. Have you seen a man in sensible waterproof clothing and a weird-looking goth child? -Look, are you going to knock or not? -Yeah, you know, I'm just getting ready to knock. CHLOE: Uggh. PAUL: You do the talking. IAN: No you. -Yes? -Uhh. -Have you seen anyone wandering around here with a cloak? -Yeah, loads. But I presume you want this one. Now get lost. -You're quite rude, aren't you? -It's my thing, deal with it. -See you then, Robin. -Yeah. Come to mine if you fancy it any time. Number 22 down the hill. VLAD: Oh, thanks. Oh, hey. Maybe you can do me a favor. Get these things for me? -Sure. -So will we be seeing you again? -Perhaps. IAN: Catch you later. -I can't believe you were so dumb. Do you have any idea what Dad would have done if he caught us talking to those breathers? -Cut our allowance? -And our throats. -Oh, I think you underestimate me, my darling children. -Split up, then perhaps one of us will live. [sighing] -Come on. Let's find dad. [snoring] COUNT DRACULA: Mixing with zombies I could forgive, understand even, but breathers! Socializing with possible dinner ingredients. -Dad, we don't want to be driven out again. Perhaps we should be blending in more. More blending, less biting. Then maybe we won't have angry mobs storming the castle. COUNT DRACULA: Ah, now that, that was the result of a small misunderstanding between me and the village elders. -You drained their blood. -Well, right. A big misunderstanding. -Here's a radical idea, how about actually being friends with our neighbors? COUNT DRACULA: Friends? With our neighbors? [chatting] -Huh. Right, that's it. Definitely no contact. Just go to your rooms! -Talking of rooms, we're swapping. COUNT DRACULA: Nobody is swapping rooms without my permission. In fact, from now on nobody does anything without my permission. Now get out of my sight! You're a disgrace. I think sometimes the boy hates me. -You could always kill him. -Not helpful, Renfield. [knocking] -OK, Master. -No one there, but I found this on the doorstep. It's for Master Vlad. -Well, open it. Something called a Juice-A-Tron 3000. Ah! And some steaks. -Mmm. [sniffs] -Oh, Vladimir. Vladimir, I-- I wanted to say thank you for the meat. If I had a working heart it would have been touched. Vladimir. Vladimir? [gasp] -Vladimir. Vladimir! -(TELEVISION) But these bats that live in the wild here, we'll see them hiding in-- VLAD: Hey, Robin. -Wow. You flew up to my window. -Um, no. I climbed up. -Oh. Are you sure you're a vampire and not a burglar? -Yes, Robin. -So what happened to the camping trip? -Cancelled. My dad keeps falling asleep for some reason. -It will wear off. ROBIN: Oh, great. Well, I'll go get some drinks. -A cup of blood, a little bit of milk. Joke. So this is what my room should look like. [tapping] -Ah! COUNT DRACULA: You're lucky I don't drop you. -D- Dad! [screaming] -My neighbor's a vampire. Excellent! [thunder]
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