[alarm ringing]

-Everybody out into the [inaudible].

Come on.

[screams]

-[roar]

-[scream]

-Everybody out, now.

Get out, please.

Single file or we will be busted.

Move slowly.

[screams]

[inaudible]

Out, come on.

-Ohh.

Ahh.

Ah, ah, ohh.

[alarm stops]

That's.

No, no, no.

[crunch]

Ohh!

Ooh-ah.

How could Vlad do this to me?

-You and stairs make him laugh.

-Heugh, in the old days the count

would throw me off the battlements.

Heh.

I expected it from him.

But Vlad?

He's on his way to being so much worse than his father.

-Renfield?

-Eh, it's ther master.

He's in a terrible mood.

-Dad did all this?

-No, no, not your.

-Not my what, Renfield?

Say it, you servile wart.

-Not, not your father, miss.

-If not dad, then there must be another master.

Who?

-Vluh.

Ah.

-Ah?

-Duh.

-Spells?

-Vlad.

-He's been evil for one day, and you're

already calling him the master?

-Oh, please don't tell the count.

-It's not the count you have to worry about.

-Oh.

Mm.

-Its me.

-Oh no.

Vlad?

-I expect you'll be wanting to see me in your office.

-Was this all down to you?

-Well I thought you'd enjoy a little chat with the firemen.

-There is no excuse for this kind of behavior.

You're suspended for a week.

Now please leave the school premises

and report to my office in.

-Vlad.

-Oh.

Erin.

I've been looking for you.

-Get back, or I'll.

-Stake me with a blunt HP?

I know you're a secret breather.

-Vlad, please.

-Em.

Is that the best you can do?

Ah.

-Why didn't you?

-Ah.

Erh.

Arh.

-Erin.

Can you make a start on this place, please.

-Ha ha, oh.

I love the smell of chaos in the morning.

Ah, dear Vladi.

I knew he'd come bad in the end, with my genes.

-And my expert tuition.

To Vlad.

-Indeed.

-Long may he reign.

-Salute.

-Heh heh.

-Renfield!

Renfield.

-Mmph.

Mmph!

--[laughs] He's pinned him to the wall.

That's genius.

That is genius.

-Mm-eh-umph.

-Thank you.

-You?

How dare you humiliate Renfield.

That's my job.

A word of warning, Ingrid.

If I were you, I wouldn't try to compete with Vlad.

-And what makes you think he can match me?

-Please stay.

Stay.

Grrr.

Stay!

It's not our Vlad who's doing this.

It's his reflection.

-His reflection is too dangerous.

I can't reach him.

-Yes you can.

-I can't defend myself against him.

-Oh, the Vlad we know is still in there.

But not for long.

-You all wanted him bad.

Now you've got him.

Deal with it.

-Ohh.

This is not about your safety.

You're already a half fang.

Help the Vlad you care for or others will suffer terribly.

-It's too much.

Give him the strength to fight.

You must do this.

-OK.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to tell the baddest, the strongest vampire on Earth

that I believe in his good side?

-Yep.

-It's Vlad.

I have to suspend him for vandalizing

the school property.

-Hm.

Really?

-I need you you talk to him.

-Ahh.

Mm.

-We have an Ofsted inspector arriving

at this school any minute.

Do you know what that means?

-Not at all.

-If she sees the mess Vlad had caused,

it could affect our report and the future of the school.

-OK, Miss McCauley, leave it with me.

-Right, in you come, class.

I hope you've got your ingredients

for today's lesson, which is a chicken Kiev.

-What's up with you?

Has Vlad had a haircut?

He looks kind of different.

-Just ignore him.

-Have you had a row or something?

-So between you, you're going to need chicken or a vegetarian

substitute, lemon, butter, tarragon, bread crumbs,

and of course garlic.

I gather you're suspended.

You're not supposed to be on school property.

-So it's true.

You actually have gone bad.

Chucked out of home economics.

What's next?

Not handing in your history assignment.

Have you ever actually bitten anyone?

-Don't push me.

-You're still the same old, puny, little Vlad

who can't stand the sight of blood.

-Well done guys.

Mrs. Cotton, welcome to Garside Grange.

Alex McCauley, pleased to meet you.

-Hello.

Well, we'd best begin.

-Absolutely.

This way.

On second thought, how about a cup of tea?

-Lovely.

-I think what you're doing is great,

the chaos, violence, wanton destruction.

Although there is an inspector in school today.

-Oh, good, another breather to bite.

-Aha.

No, seriously, can we give it a rest until tomorrow morning.

I think we owe it to Miss McCauley.

-(IN DRACULA'S VOICE) Ah, the delicious Miss McCauley.

-You leave Miss McCauley alone.

--[laughs] And why would I listen to you?

-Until you're 18, I'm the one in charge.

Agh.

Argh!

Ahh.

Vladi, Vladi, Vladi, I just think

we need to be more sensible.

-We?

There is no we.

All right?

-Ahh.

Well.

What a wonderful view it is up here.

-Aheh.

-And round the corner here, we have our state

of the art science block, which really

must be seen to be believed.

And this is, of course, a poster wall

of all our after school activities.

We have music, theater, sport.

It's all part of what makes Garside

Grange a really special place to be.

-OK.

Sales pitch over.

Now can I see the science block, please?

-Renfield!

Ah, Miss McCauley.

Mr. Count, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Cotton, the Ofsted

inspector I was telling you about.

Mr. Count is the chairman of the board.

A really positive influence on the school.

-Well, one does what one can.

-About what we were discussing earlier.

The situation has developed.

-All sorted.

Excuse me.

Fetch me a pair of fang-cuffs and report to my chambers.

It's time to teach this boy a lesson.

-Look, just leave me alone.

-Actually, it was Becky I was after.

I wondered if you'd like to come around

for lunch, for a bite to eat?

-Yeah, all right then.

-Mm.

-And that's supposed to make me jealous, is it?

-Sorry, what was your name again?

-I really don't think it's a good for you

to be meeting up with Vlad.

He's dangerous, Becky.

-Yeah, I know.

-I just don't want you to get hurt.

-Are you jealous?

-No.

BECKY: I knew it.

-Becky.

You know, you're right.

I still really like Vlad.

And I thought he liked me, too.

Just promise me you won't go out with him?

-It's only lunch.

Erin?

[cough]

Ugh.

[bell]

-Fang-cuffs, one pair.

Do it yourself.

Gas mask.

-Ehh.

-Another one.

-Now we have one chance and one chance only.

-Ha ha, got it.

-Well done.

All we need now is the net.

And the, um?

-And a pitchfork, master?

-Now we're in this together, Renfield, you

and me, shoulder to shoulder against the-- not that close.

Shoulder to shoulder against the forces of evil.

-I thought we were the forces of evil.

-We are.

But it's just, you know.

It's just.

Fwah.

-Different?

-Exactly.

Now are you clear about the plan?

-I think so, master.

-No thinking about it, Renfield, especially for you.

-There you are.

-Bertrand.

Sorry, I've got a date with eight pints of fresh blood.

And no, I don't fancy going halves with you.

-Vlad.

Ingrid is sharpening a stake.

And I think it's got your name on it.

-Ahah ha, ha, ha.

Oh that is priceless.

-She's jealous of your power.

-Hm.

She wants to take you out before you become untouchable.

-Aheh, well, I'd like to see her try.

-Do you want me to deal with her?

-Deal with her?

No.

Bring her on.

Ah!

[roaring]

-Quickly, the argent-allium spray.

-[roaring] Gyah!