Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [music playing] BERTRAND: Focus your energy. Hold it. Let it circulate through every nerve and channel. Now push the power outwards, towards the book. THE COUNT: Uh. Ha. That's it. Well done, Vladdy. -Keep going. THE COUNT: At last we'll see how you lead us into the future. -Ugh. [sigh]. -Two fingers, that's it. If you were any good at your job, this pile of bones would have given up weeks ago. Vladdy would be commanding a glorious vampire army, and I-- I would be out of this stinking breather hole. And in a luxury castle in Surrey. -Surrey. -Well, it's just a little pad I've had my eye on for a while. If it wasn't for this buffoon, I'd be picking out a portcullis by now. Do better, or you'll answer to me. -Sorry. -[sigh] He's right. You should've opened the book by now. You've got the raw power, I can sense it. Something's distracting you. What? -No he didn't. He said kismet. -Oh, uh, global warming. Well, yeah, you know, the little polar bears and penguins. Uh. Ice. -All right. Let's take a break. We'll do vertical flying at eight. -Hi. -Hi. -Homework? -Yeah. "Romeo and Juliet." -Ah, pretty stupid story, right? -One guy gets the wrong message at the wrong time, and they both end up-- -(IN UNISON): Dead. VLAD: So, I was thinking. If you'd like, maybe you and me could go into town? Not like on a date or anything. Unless-- unless you want to. -Are you asking me out? -No. Yeah. Yeah. -I'll meet you by the gates at eight o'clock. -OK. Cool. Uh, catch you later. -Where are you going? -Hunting. -Can I come? -Well, I suppose it might be educational. -Oh. Master? The uh, last of the Duchess of Cambridge, 1937. -Ah. -I'm going on a night hunt. -Master, you're taking this pup hunting? -My not? Man's best friend, and all that. -If he's your best friend, what am I? -A filthy, infected pustule I can't seem to get rid of. -Oh. Thank you. -Ah. Soy blood! My vintage blood replaced with this tasteless synthetic goo! Right! Assemble everyone. I will worm out this cowardly maggot, and crush them. -So when are we going hun-- THE COUNT: Cancelled. ---ting. -You are all suspects. Well, except for Renfield, obviously. Because he's a filthy little breather. -Well, thank you very much. -And Wolfie, because he's too young to drink blood. You two may go. -Might I suggest you put a guard on the blood, sir? -Good idea. Wolfie. Guard the blood cellar. Don't let anyone in. Or you'll be out on your ear. -Master, all that pup does is bark and scratch himself. And yet he gets-- -And yet he's more useful to me than you've ever been. -But I can prove myself, Master. I'll catch the blood thief. Yeah. -Oh, stop wingeing. Now go and help Wolfie prepare for his guard duties. -Yes, Master. -Yes, Master. RENFIELD: I'll catch the blood thief. I will, I will. I will discover who drank the blood. THE COUNT: So, which of you was it? -You know I don't touch the stuff. I only drink soy substitute. -Me too. -Yeah, right. I've seen you drinking blood with my own eyes. And he drinks it by the gallon. -How could I have stolen it? I spend all my time training Vlad. -Enough! You are all grounded until the culprit owns up. -But I've got-- -The only thing you've got to do is open the book, so we can all get out of here. When are you going to do that? -Ow. Too tight. Do it again. -I don't know why you need a tie. You're just a glorified guard dog. -No. I'm a pup security guard. Dad said so. -He's not your Dad, and he never will be. -Well, at least he trusts me. -I'm the only one he can rely on. -[laughter] [wolf howling] -Oops. [barking] [whine] -Mm. My prince. Smart. Eh? But not smart enough. VLAD: So, where do you want to go tonight? -We can't, can we? We're grounded. -That's OK. Bertrand will cover for us. -Cover for you? -Oh, uh, Erin and I are going out tonight. -You're skipping training, and you want me to lie to your father? -Well, if that's OK with you. -Yeah, Of course. Don't worry about the Count, I'll take care of him. -Thanks. Really appreciate it. -Good boy, Wolfie. Good boy. [growling] -Little look. [barking] [panting] RENFIELD: Ah! There's a footprint. I caught you. -Woof. Woof. Woof. [panting] -Good boy, Wolfie! Stupid dog. -I know what's distracting Vlad. -Get rid of it. -It isn't an it. It's Erin. -Mm. That half breed still has her fangs into my Vladdy. -They're going on a date tonight. -Excellent. Ambush them, get rid of her. Job done. -With respect, this problem may require more finesse. -Subtlety is for breathers. -I don't think so. You're Vlad's father and his regent. Why don't you show him where his true duty lies? -Because. I don't want him to hate me. Look we need a clever plan. We have to make it look like an accident. And frame somebody else. But who? -Mhm. -Because I'm worth it. -Soy blood. Doesn't seem very you. Mm. Duchess of Cambridge, '37. An unmistakable vintage. -It's just soy blood. -Ah, what a shame. I thought if anyone dared to taste forbidden blood, it's be you. -I've had plenty of forbidden blood. -I could always spot a bad girl. -Oh, you never met a girl as bad as me. -Prove it. You can take me to dinner. In the blood cellar. Eight o'clock. [hiss] -Not the one. -[sigh] Soon, my beloved. Soon we will be together. -Erin? Did you get the message? -No. -It's about meeting Vlad. Can you meet him in the balcony instead? -Yeah. OK. Thanks. -My pleasure. [fly buzzing] -Hm. Wicked. -Shoes. Not them. Yeah. Gloves. Heh, heh. Oh. I gotta-- Oh, why don't you come to Daddy? [laughter] ERIN: Vlad? [door opening] [door closing] [door opening] -Sunrise. And then you're toast. Hm. [humming softly] [fly buzzing] -Play dead. -[snapping fingers] Isn't he supposed to be guarding this place? -I can handle Wolfie. BERTRAND: Seems to me you can handle almost anything. -But can you handle this? -Genghis Fireblood Tempest, 1488. -Just one. -[sigh] Oh, when your father finds out about this-- -You'll tell him? Come on. What are you? A mad, bad vampire, or just some stuffy tutor? -Mm. I take my responsibilities to your brother seriously. -Playing nursemaid? -Ah. It's not as simple as that. -What do you mean? Oh.