Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [music playing] -This better be good, Zoltan. -A note from Mr. Boris, he specifically requested you wait until-- -Dear Vlad, by the time you read this, I'll be gone. Blah, blah, blah-- 16th birthday. Blah, blah, blah-- transformation. I'm running away. Sorry, Boris. [sighing] -But aren't you going to try and stop him, Master Vlad? -No need, he won't get far. [wolf howling] -Let me out. Let me out. [growling] -Why me? -Oh, happy birthday. How far did you get? -Front gate. -Oh, not bad. Better than yesterday, anyway. -It's all over, Vlad. In a few hours, I'm going to become an evil, blood-sucking monster. And there's nothing I can do about it, unless of course, you've come up with some ingenious plan to save me in the nick of time. -Well, there is this one. La mange is easy. We can make that ourselves. Robin will release the pigeons on cue here, creating a diversion, while I roller skate past and switch the mirror. OK, it sucks. But we'll think of something else. There's still time. -Ah! -I wouldn't be so sure. -Knee pads, camouflage jacket, night-vision goggles-- -I thought you were going to a woodwork conference. -Chisel, spirit level, sand paper, right. I think that's everything. -What's this? -Hm? No, don't. ANNOUNCER (ON TV): Want to get your hands on the latest X-15 rapid-firing crossbow? These guys just keep letting you down? You need to go the Annual Vampire Slayers Jamboree, for a day packed full of fun, education, and most of all-- slaying. Only for slayers aged 18 and over, payment will not be refunded, if you're bitten and become one of the undead. -I'll pack my bag. -No. You heard what it said-- 18 and over. -I am. -Years Jono, not inches. -This isn't a fair. Why do I have to miss out on all the good stuff? -Because one of us needs to stay here and protect the innocent people of Stokley. It's a big responsibility, son. Are you ready? -I will be, if you show me where the secret headquarters. -Jono, remember, the first rule of slaying-- patience. -But what if I-- -It's the most important discipline for a slayer to master-- stop, wait, and wait some more. Practice it while I'm gone. -Stop, wait, and follow Dad. -Remove the blindfold. Happy birthday, my son. -Hey, this is great. But you really shouldn't have gone through so much-- oh, you didn't. -That Boris, is the doorway to your destiny. -I don't suppose you kept the receipt. -You can do this, Boris. Just remember to stay focused. You are not evil. Say it. -I'm not evil. -Again. -I'm not evil. -Once more. -(EVIL VOICE) I'm not evil. -OK. We'll leave that for now. -Way to go, Vlad. Can you coach me? -Any last requests? Yeah, can we do this a different time? -You're not going anywhere, Doris. -Come, come. -No, Dad. Please don't. -Now, Robin, do you think Boris would prefer chocolate or a Victoria sponge? -I don't think cake is really Boris's thing, Mum. -A boy his age doesn't want a birthday cake? He has got blood pumping through his veins, hasn't he? -Well, actually-- ow! Dad-- -Mm-hm? -Can you help me with my homework? -Hm, of course, sweetheart. Now then, what's it to be-- spelling or coloring in? -I've got to perform my psychological evaluation of a subject, using psychodynamic and cognitive methods. -She has study someone's brain and find out what makes them tick. -OK, OK. I'll put the stupid shelf up. Hm, hey? Just don't nag me, that's all. -Listen. -What? -Total silence, not a sound since that scream five minutes ago. -Numb to sensation-- four letters. -Dead. [scream] That's it. I'm getting him out of there. -Enough. Look, I have every confidence that Boris will emerge safe and sound. -Will uh six feet be deep enough, Master? -Not now, Renfield. What, what? [bell] -Daddy, how much longer is this going to take? -Depends on how much of a fight he puts up. -Fight? No one said anything about a fight. -Well, if he's strong, it could take all day. If he's a pathetic, spineless wimp, then-- -Well that answers that. -Boris, Boris-- -Well, I guess, he didn't make it, such a tragic loss. -You mean, he's-- he's dead? -Congratulations! Or maybe not. What have I missed? -Nothing much. Oh, I broke a nail. Ugh, and Boris is dead. -Does that mean I get double allowance, Daddy? -Well, seeing as you're my only child, yes. -What is wrong with this family? Boris is gone. Doesn't anyone care? -No. -Sorry, Vlad. -Look, if it's only consolation, I never really liked the boy. He uh lacked the killer instict. -It's my fault. I was far too soft on him, If only I'd been-- -Boris? -Son. Well, lock up your daughters. Look at you! VAN HELSING (ON RECORDING): Memoirs of a Vampire Slayer, by-- ELECTRONIC VOICE: Please speak now, clearly. VAN HELSING (ON RECORDING): Eric Van Helsing. ELECTRONIC VOICE: Voice recognized. Access granted. -Let the games beging. [evil laugh] -Ah. [chicken squawking] Bravo, bravo! -The boy is a prodigy. It take five years to perfect midflight combat. He's mastered it in five minutes. -They were chickens. They were hardly going to fight back. -So fetch me a couple of lions. -My son has the thirst. -Excellent! Renfield, saddle the horses and polish my horn. Tonight, we shall hunt. -Hunt? -Horses. -Daddy, I want a horse. Get me a horse. -So does this mean you're evil? -Vlad, Vlad, Vlad, come on. It's me, Boris. I wouldn't hurt a fly. -Really? -I remembered what you said. I stayed focused. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. It works Vlad. I'm the same Boris I was before. Only now I'm stronger, braver, and more powerful. And you will be too. Just look at what you can become. To the bat pack-- sorry, men only. -Go sit on a stake. Wake up, loser. It's an act. You can't possibly believe him. -Oh, garlic. -The name's Van Helsing-- Jonathan Van Helsing, license to slay. Take this, vampire scum. Oh, splinter. -I'm not evil. I'm not evil. Want to bet? Mirror, mirror on the floor, you've given me power. But I want more. -Boris! -Ah, there you are. Cake's upstairs. It's not a good time. Uh I'll come back later. -You know, you really shouldn't wander about the castle on your own. It's not safe for a breather. VLAD: Boris-- -Just kidding. -Happy birthday! -Well, come on then. Blow out the candles and make a wish. How on earth did that happen? VLAD: Strong lungs-- come from playing the tuba. -Robin! -If you wanted a slice Robin, you should have just asked. -But I didn't-- but he-- -Come with me. Let's get you a towel and a doggy bag. -I'm not sure if it's safe to leave Mum alone with Boris. -Of course it is. You heard what he said. He wouldn't hurt a fly. [fly buzzing] [thunder] -Cool. [door slams] -Stop, wait, and wait some more. -Vlad, about Boris-- -Isn't it great? All this time, I've been worrying about becoming evil. And now I don't have too. -But Vlad-- -If a total wimp like Boris can handle the transformation, then I'll walk it. [sighing] At last, there's hope. Sorry, you were saying? -Nothing, that's great, Vlad. I'll get you a clean t-shirt. -Uh no offense-- I don't think your style will suit me. -That's where you're wrong. Wait right here. -You were gonna tell Vlad, weren't you? -Tell him what? I don't know anything. I'm stupid. -I won't let a breather ruin everything. -Patience. -Should be making a move soon. -Hi-ya, Doris. -Don't move an inch-- spider. -Ew, nasty little critters. You ready to go, Robin? -Robin's gonna stay for a while, help me out with a few things. -Yes, master. -Well, have fun then. -Um I'm Olga. Um can I go with you? I'm sick of this dump. -Oh, what a good idea. I've got a daughter your age. I'm sure she'd love to meet you. Thanks for the chicken, Boris. -No problem. Draw round soon. -Hello, sweetheart. This is Olga, Vlad's cousin. -Oh, you're one of them, are you? -Well, she's American, if that's what you mean. Honestly, Chloe, where are our manners? -Get out. -Oh, look, how beautiful, how delicate. -Don't you dare. -The Rorschach Inkblot Test. -How did you know that? -Mom's into all that psycho claptrap. It's enough to drive you nuts, if you're not already. -What does this look like? -Splattered blood. -Could you be a bit more specific? -Your splattered blood. [groaning] -My boyish good looks and porcelain complexion ruined. -I can't believe my own son could be so wicked and deceitful. -Yes, yes. When you've quite finished gloating, maybe you could use your super-sensitive vampire hearing to find the little snake. -What? -I said, you-- oh, never mind, we'll have to track him down ourselves. Now, fly. Fly like the wind. -You can run, but you can't hide. INGRID: I wouldn't let Dad catch you sitting there. -Oh, really? And why'd that? -She's right, Master Boris. Only the Count is permitted to sit on the throne. -Thanks for the warning, but I don't take advice from stuffed dogs. -He's a wolf. -I wasn't talking to him. -Ouch. -You think you're so great. -Let's see-- I'm charming, devilishly handsome, cunning as a fox. Yup, I've pretty much got it all. Oh, why be modest? I have got it all. -You might have Vlad fooled. But I'm not so stupid. You're up to something. -Hey, hey hey, it's the Bat Pack back together. -Can't believe you're falling for this. -Just accept it, Ingrid. Vampires don't have to be evil. -No, but it is fun. -I'm going to say a word. And I want you to say the first thing that comes into your head. -Boring. -No, you have to wait till I've said the word. -Tedious. -I haven't started. -Annoying. -Wait! -Irritating. -Stop it. -No. [rumbling] -There's something rotten in the state of vampiredom. -That might be me, Mistress Ingrid. I'm due a bath, ew. -Life. -Death. -Death. -Boris. -Happy. -This is stupid. -OK, OK. I'll give you my diagnosis. Based on your answers, I'd say, you're a very unhappy child. You feel that your parents don't love you. And to compensate for this, you're mean and nasty and cruel. -It's all true. I'm a mean, nasty, horrible person. I'm so ashamed of myself. -Really? Some of it was guesswork. -No, you're right. I'm going to change, right now. I'll go back up to the castle, and I'll start being nice. Thank you, Chloe. -Hm, glad I could help. [coughing] -Sucker. -Oh, I'm starving. What are we having? -I don't know about everyone else, but you're going to be eating your words. -You just won't give up, will you? Give me one single shred of evidence that Boris is evil, and I'll wear your lipstick to school for a week. -OK. How do you explain that? -Well, he's just being helpful. It's not like Boris is going running around like another Renfield. -Oh, what's that? -Lavender. -Oh. -OK, so he's been having fun with this new powers-- harmless. You're going to have to do better than that. -He's been stealing power from the blood mirror. -He's addicted. -If he's not hurting anyone, then what difference does it make? [coughing] -Where is he? -Dad? -Where's that pig? Time he was taught a lesson. -10 to 7:00. -Master, what's happened? -Get off me, you vile creature. -But sire, it's me-- Renfield. Age has ravaged his poor memory. -I know who you are, you stinking bag of filth. Now, pick up my stick! -Ow! -I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. -Ah, ugh! There he is and sitting on my throne. You'll pay for this, young whippersnapper. -Boris obviously didn't know he was draining your power. Now he does, he'll do the right thing and give it back. Won't you, Boris? Boris-- -You're embarrassing yourself. -Tell them it's possible to be a good vampire, that you're not evil. Tell them you're not evil. -I own this family. No one can stop me. I'm the king of the world! [evil laugh] -Oh, poo. [creaking] Think you need to get some practice. -And I want a giant statue built in my name. And every Thursday will be renamed Boris day. And the peasants will bring me a human sacrifice and bow down before me. -Awesome, it's queen Doris. If you need any gloss, just let me know. -What's wrong with you? You're killing them. -Sad isn't it? Maybe I should put them out of their misery now. One more fix on the blood mirror, they'll be gone. I'll reign supreme-- Count Boris, the eternal overlord. -Eternity's a long time, Boris, all alone, no one to talk to, no one to tell you how great you are. -Vlad, you could join me. Picture it-- the Bat Pack ruling together, people obeying our every commend, the power, the glory, the girls. -Let's do it. -You wouldn't dare. -Stay out of this, Ingrid. On one condition-- we have to be on equal terms. You have to give me some of your power now, even things out a little. -Agreed. You won't regret this, cuz. No, what are you doing? -Big mistake, Boris. -You will pay for this. -You'll have to catch me first. -Impressive, but not fast enough. [hissing] -Going somewhere? Well done, Vlad. Once again, you've saved the day. -Uh, no he didn't. It was me. -Don't split hairs, Ingrid. Well, it's been a hideous nightmare, as always, Brother. You must come and stay again soon. -Maybe in another couple of hundred years. -Better make it three. -Bye, garlic breath. -Get off me, you little creep! Oh, and if I were you, I'd take care unpacking your suitcase. You never know what you might find. -Ha, knew I'd have the last laugh. -Psst, Vlad, come here. -Just want to let you know, when it's your turn, you'll become just as evil as I am. Just you wait, you can't escape your destiny. [laughing] I'll be back. No one can stop me-- no one. [laughing] -He's lost it big time. -I'm not really going to become that evil, am I? All in good time, Vlady-- all in good time. [theme music]
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