Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [theme song] -Yo, Berti. Slumming it with rest of us? -I'm conducting a sweep for insurgents. Anyone intending to harm Vlad must get past me first. -Are you checking under his bed for monsters as well? You into antiques now? -Smoke is the enemy of the shapeshifter. Reveals their true form. But then you already knew that. -I'll take your word for it. I'm telling you, he thinks I'm the shapeshifter. Bertrand's onto us. -Then we will have to neutralize him. But if you had killed Vlad when you had the chance, the Count would have accepted you as his heir. -I'm sorry. -You sound like that feeble brother of yours. -I'm nothing like him. -Prove it. Make the Count see what he's been missing in a son all these years. -He barely notices I'm there half the time. -Nothing like a near-death experience to sharpen the senses. -What are you going to do? [laughter] -Give Bertrand to me. -No. But why-- why would anyone want to steal lead from the roof? -Well, sign of the times, I suppose. Probably already been sold to the scrap merchants. Perhaps Vlad's students might be able to shed some light. -Well, I sincerely hope you're not accusing his charges. -Of course not. The work you do with them is nothing short of amazing. -Hm. -But then, old habits die hard. -Yes, I'll take your word for it. What's this? -A purchase order for the repairs. We'll need to start work as soon as possible. -Leave it with me. -There's something I've got to tell you about Erin. She's bit a breather. -Erin bit a breather? -Yeah. We've got witnesses. -No one can find out about this. -What do you suggest then? A cover up? -We both know she's doing this to get back at me. The Coexistence Deal hangs by a thread. Everything we've worked for. -Do you want me to talk to her or-- -She's one of us now. I'll talk to her. -And what if she won't listen? -She has no choice. Ugh, whatever it is, I don't have the time. -Then make time. Those little weasels have been running amok for far too long. -I can't right now. I've got things to do. -Like what? Teaching your little groupies peace and love? -Just get off my case. Jonno. BERTRAND: Well, he's as cool as a cadaver, I'll give him that. -It doesn't give you the right to look through his things. -Something will prove his connection with the shapeshifter. -Like the last time you found proof before it miraculously disappeared? -Why do you think you're here? If I do find something, I'll have you as a witness. -I so don't care about your conspiracy theories. -Even if it leads me to Ryan's killer? -What have you find? -I don't know yet. "My darling Malik Hellfire Vaccaria. Love, Mum." -Could you excuse us for a minute? -Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of Bertrand. -What are you playing at? Biting a breather? -You're hardly in a position to take the moral high ground with me. -The Coexistence Deal will be adhered to. No one, including you, especially you, is exempt. -Or what? You'll ash me? -This is your first and last warning. -So masterful. I'm quaking. -There's holes in this one too. -And this one. -We'll have breathers crawling all over the roof at this rate. -Right, Renfield, you'll have to carry out the repairs. -But Master, my-- my vertigo. I-- I get dizzy standing on a chair. -Well then, it's time to overcome your fears. Now make yourself useful. -Yeah, but what if I fall off the roof? -One lives in hope. -What are you waiting for? Buckle up. -Blood and garlic, they've really had a go at this one. -Buckle up. -Dad, your coats covered in-- -Get back. And I do wish you'd stop calling me that. -Sorry. -Careful. Unless you want to be barbecued. On second thought. -Move. Right. -What is all this stuff anyway? -Usual junk. Furniture heirlooms, priceless Carpathian artwork. -A bicycle? -Ah. Your mother's get fit phase. -Right. Well, I'm not wasting my time up here, and I'm certainly not standing anywhere near Renfield with a hammer in his hand. It won't budge. -Give it some welly. -All yours. -Elizabeta. -What's that? -Hm? Oh, this old thing. Painted for our blood union. -It looks nothing like Mum. -The artist was very cheap, very cheap indeed. -Yeah, that's stuck. -Right. Move. Then we'll just have to go old school -Haven't you mastered walking through walls yet? -It's been lined with lead. I haven't seen this since on of the Van Helsings tried to incarcerate me in a lead-lined coffin. -Even your powers of telepathy won't penetrate through that lock. -There is one thing we haven't tried. -What? -Help! Help! Help! [pounding] INGRID: Help! MALIK: Help! Help! COUNT DRACULA: Help! Help! INGRID: Help! -Hello? -Shh, shh. Renfield, is that you? -Come again? -It's me, your lord and master. We're-- we're trapped. You need to let us out of here. -You're eating lettuce and a beer? -No, no, no! You must find a key. -You're feeling achy? -A key! Simpleton. A key! -I'm surprised. Beer and lettuce. [inaudible] I'll let you sleep it off. -No, no, no, Ren-- oh. -Vaccaria. Vaccaria. Elizabeta Vaccaria. Look. See for yourself. -What? -There-- Elizabeta Vaccaria. She's Malik's mother. She's still alive. Her birth is written, but there's no date of death. Malik's lying. -All vampires lie. -And we lie for gain. Have you asked yourself what he's after? -You've got a class to teach. And remember, no biting. -What was that about? -Vlad can't see what's right in front of his face. -Malik? -According to him, his mother was ashed during the uprisings of 1882. But she wasn't there. -How do you know? -She was studying in Kerala on the other side of the world. A pupil of Daralam. -Who's Daralam? -The only vampire to teach the dark arts of shapeshifting. -Mrs. Van Helsing, thank you for seeing me. -We don't get many house calls from your kind. -So now you know how grave this situation has become. -Well, you're the mind-reader, not me. -Vlad's no leader. He dithers. He's losing all respect. What he needs is direction. -What he needs comes in nine inches of sustainable oak. -If we don't intervene, then the Coexistence Deal will collapse. -We? Slayers and vampires? -Your son is prepared to give up his life so that we can live in harmony. He'll never forgive you. -Do you seriously expect me to sit down with Adze? -Would you rather she had sole influence over Vlad? -No. -Then take the meeting with him for all our sakes. If you won't do it for me, then do it for Jonno. -Do you think I was born yesterday? It's a trap. -So bring some insurance. -What time? -Half 11. -I'll be there. -It's Vlad. He's not coping. The responsibility, it's too much. [laughter] -My cold dead heart bleeds. -I appreciate you're hurt. -I never loved Vlad. I was only ever interested in the power that he could give me. -Why do you think I'm here? -Good question. You disapproved of my union with Vlad. What's changed? -I realized I was wrong. -A vampire showing humility? Now I've seen it all. -I was naive to believe in Vlad's Coexistence Deal. As if vampires and breathers can live in harmony. -Speaking of which, how's Erin? -Dead. Food for worms. -Vlad didn't save her? I was sure he would. -He's still not yet bitten. And once he does-- -Whoever receives it will receive his power. -Vlad's first bite is yours for the taking. -Vlad wouldn't go anywhere near me. There's way too much baggage between us. -Take the meeting with Vlad. He'll change his mind. I'll make sure of it. -I'm starting to like you. -This is obviously a slayer trap. -It's an inside job, if you ask me. It was Malik that lured us in here in the first place. -Do you think I want to spend my time flicking through Dad's holiday etchings witn you? -Enough. We have a problem, a very big, planet-shaped problem. -What is it? -The sun rises in the east, sets in the west. This roof is south-facing. -Meaning? -We'll be directly under its path at midday. -We'll be barbecued to a cinder. -What time is it now? -11 o'clock. -Help! -Help! -Renfield! Help, Renfield! INGRID: Help! Help! -Look, it's no good. They can't hear us. -Well, we can't just give up. What are you doing? -I'm not letting my family cook without a fight. -We can use this as a curtain. -A curtain? That-- that is my ascension gown. -So? The firstborn wears it to celebrate the passing of the father to become head of the family. Looks like Vlad is going to need it sooner than I thought. -This is far too big for Vlad, and you for that matter. -It wasn't meant for me. -What's she doing here? -You said she knew. -You would never have agreed to come if you knew a slayer was attending. -This was obviously a wasted journey. -Don't go. Adze's a little emotional. She's had much to contend with. -Explain. -Ramanga was defanged by Malik and the Count. -What are you two whispering about? -I'm sorry to hear about your father. Couldn't have happened to a nicer vampire. -And how is Jonno these days? He's good-looking for a breather, very tasty. -You keep your fangs out of my son. -Please, remember why we are here. -So where is he? -I shall tell Vlad you've arrived. -Arta was everything I wasn't-- charming, erudite, born leader. -You forgot handsome. -I wouldn't go that far. -And where is he now? -He passed to the other side the night of his ascension to the Dracula title. -How? -Yeah? -Fell from the battlements. -You're lying. -What does it matter? The end result is still the same. -You had something to do with it. -That is a slanderous lie. -Well, it hardly matters now, does it? -The whole tragic episode was a dreadful accident. -Adze and Mina, they're here. -Together? -Rumors are rife. -What rumors. -That you're no longer in control. -You barge into my home, make demands, undermine my authority. I should dust you for your insolence. -Wake up and smell the garlic. You need us. Me anyway. -I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. -That's not what Bertrand said. -What? -According to him, you're only just hanging in there by your fingertips. -Are you still here? -Get used to it, princess. This is a three-way deal. If you want to ensure the success of this Coexistence Deal, you need me onboard. -There is no Coexistence Deal. -What? -Didn't Bertrand tell you? All bets are off. -So why did he invite me? -Lunch. -Self-defense. -The Coexistence Deal expressly forbids slayers bearing arms in the presence of vampires. -I merely did as Bertrand advised. -Astral what? -Projection. An out of body experience. The ability to travel the world in the blink of an eye. -So Malik's mum could literally be anywhere in the world? -Well, this might narrow it down a bit. -What's the locket got to do with anything? -E. V. Who do you think this belonged to? -Malik's mother. So-- -Vampires give off vibrations. Infinitesimal, like sound waves. They're absorbed by the real world-- walls, objects. It's just a question of tuning in. -Like a sniffer dog. -You're not as dumb as you look. -So what happened that night? -All right. The party was in full swing. Tipsy, I may have been, but I certainly wasn't drunk. He said I was embarrassing myself. Killjoy. I mean, everyone love the cavort. -Arta wasn't happy, I take it. -No, he wasn't. He confiscated my goblet, so I-- I decided to dine out. He was waiting for me on the battlement on my return. There was a scuffle and he lost his footing. -But the fall itself wouldn't have killed him. -I didn't wait to find out. Returned to find Elizabeta grieving over his ashes. Apparently had impaled himself on a fence. Wooden post staked right through his heart. -That's one way of receiving the title. -And his wife now my betrothed. -You had to bind blood with her? -It's vampiric law. The next in line has to marry the widow. -Right. [bell] -Did you love her? Arta's wife. -No. But it was my duty to marry her. -Then why didn't you? -Because there was only ever one vampiress for me. Your mother was bewitching. Well, what can I say? Love is the sweetest poison. I've never-- never told a soul. -Except for me. -I didn't realize I was responsible for Elizabeta being pregnant. That I would have a son. -You made my mother an outcast. You drove her mad. -She had a head start, believe you me. -Do you know how hard it was for her bringing me up on her own? All I ever wanted was a family. -Join the club. -Oh. -Don't you think you're becoming a bit obsessed? -Vlad is the leader of our people. I would lay down my life for him. -I thought vampires didn't care for anything but themselves. -We both know that's not true. -So what do you do now? -Read the instructions. -Oh, you've never done this before. Great. Great. -Just hold the book so I can see. [speaking latin] Oh, how was your meeting? -You betrayed me. Give me one good reason I shouldn't dust you right now. -Oh, on a beautiful day like this, I hope the Count and Ingrid packed their suncream. -What are you talking about? -I'd check the attic if I was you. There's nowhere to hide with those holes in the roof. -You're lying. -Tick tock. -We must face our destiny with dignity. It is the Dracula way. I am so sorry. Goodbye, my son. -Master! Master! Master! [speaking latin] -How many more times? Where is that? Wait a minute. That's here. Elizabeta could be anywhere in the world, and you can't make it past the front door. -Did you see what? -What? -I thought-- it ripples. OK. Come on. Come on. -He's useless. -The Count felt sorry for Arta. Hah. I've heard it all now. -Hang on. You locked us in? My own mother? Don't you care that I nearly fried? -Please don't go all sentimental on me. Besides, my plan worked. The Count accepts you as his son. -Well, I know, but I still didn't-- -And now, for phase two, hm? The Count can recognize you officially. And we can dispose of Vlad once and for all. -You do realize Dad's going to start asking questions about how you locked us in. ELIZABETA: So frame someone. There's always collateral damage. Just ask Bertrand. -Why? What's happened? What have you done to him? -Where is he? -Who? -That traitor Bertrand. -What? No way, he's on your side. -Oh, I get it. The cozy little chats. You're in league with him too. -Vlad! I've got it! I've got the proof. -What? Are you out of your mind? Do you really despise me that much? -No, no. Of course not. -Get back to your room. VLAD (VOICEOVER): I will dust him. -You can't kill him! -You heard that? You can read my mind? -Vlad, I've been looking for you everywhere. I know. I know who it-- -Vlad, no! What have you done? -Spread the word. No more Mr. Nice Guy. [ending theme]
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