[bell ringing]

-I was going to tell him shackles.

Oh, bats.

-Oh, this room stinks of breather.

-I'm sure you'll make it your own.

-Is this my blood wedding gift?

-I took great pain to get exactly the one you asked for.

-Oh, thank you, Father.

-No.

Not 'til after the bloodbinding.

It'll taste all the sweeter once Vlad is dead.

-You took your time.

-Your dad lost the key.

-Well, don't stress.

I'm about to be bloodbound to someone

I don't love, literally forever.

So being roasted alive will probably

be the highlight of my day.

-It's only natural to get cold feet.

-You haven't told me how I'm supposed to kill Vlad.

-I was trying to protect you.

If they found out, we could be executed for this.

-Executed for what?

-The Rings of Arianrhod.

Forbidden dark weapons.

Generations shudder at their very name.

They must be activated by a tear from the victim's bloodline.

-How am I supposed to get that tear?

-No, that's my job.

You focus on getting Vlad's first bite

which will give you great power.

And then, he will place this on your finger.

This is the Ring of the Mother.

And you will give Vlad the Ring of the Son.

Now, once he wears this, Vlad will

be forced to obey your every command.

-I'll order him to his death.

-You might want to have a little fun with him first.

Yes.

-Vladdie, Vladdie, Vladdie, Vladdie.

I was just about to come and get you.

-Sorry, mate.

They said it was traditional, but--

-It's a classic bloodbinding prank.

-And by classic, you mean I could've died?

-Exactly.

Vampire Vlad, you wouldn't get to be whinging

about with a little bit of charring.

-Well, I can see you're made of stronger stuff.

-You better believe it.

-I see the bloodbinding rituals have begun.

-And ended.

Unless you want to go to the ceremony without a bloodgroom.

-Aren't you even going to get me a wedding peasant?

-A wedding peasant?

-Yes.

Ancient vampire tradition.

As soon as the bloodrite has been completed,

the bloodwife and bloodgroom sink

their fangs into a peasant together.

-That's disgusting.

-It's a great honor for the peasant.

Everyone's a winner.

-Oh, Master, bitey, bitey, bitey.

-As long as I don't have to bite you, thank you very much.

-There will be no biting tonight.

-No biting?

On our bloodbinding day?

-The leaders of the Slayers Guild will be here.

To prove to them we're serious about peace,

we're going to share a goblet of low-sodium soy blood.

-Think of the Dracula reputation.

-And the Ramanga clan tradition.

-I don't want to hear one more word

about biting or vampiric tradition.

I'm this close to calling the whole thing off.

-He can't do that.

Can he?

-There will be a bloodbath.

-Oh, sounds fun.

-Of Dracula blood.

-I'll talk to Vlad.

-Ingrid.

I've thought about your third task.

Come.

[burp]

-Look, everyone gets first bite nerves.

But you are doing the right thing.

-Am I?

-Well, you can't call it off now.

There will be a dustbath.

-I know.

-Look, what's wrong?

You can tell me.

Is it the breather girl?

-Her name is Erin.

-Erin, Erin, Erin.

-She left me a note.

Warned me not to try and follow her.

-I'm sorry to hear that, Vlad.

-Really?

-I know how it feels to love a breather.

So wrong and yet so-- so--

-Dad.

Are you trying to tell me something?

-What?

No, no, no.

That it's all for the best.

Look, you'll get over Eric-- Erin in a couple of centuries.

-You've got some strange ideas about equality.

But deep down, you're old school bad.

We need more vamps like you on the High Council.

-And fewer like my brother, am I right?

-So we come to your final task.

Bring me one single tear from a member of your bloodline.

-You're plotting against Vlad, aren't you?

-What makes you say that?

-Experience.

Optimism.

Don't worry.

This task's in the bag.

[knock on door]

-What?

-Happy bloodbinding day, Bro.

-I haven't got time for your games.

-Oh, don't you want your present?

-What is it this time?

Garlic flavored chocolates.

Oh!

Another sunlamp.

-No.

I thought it might help you to remember the old days.

It must be so hard knowing that you'll never see her again,

living without her for thousands and thousands of years.

-Thanks, Ingrid.

-You're very welcome.

-Thanks for reminding me of what's really important.

-Vlad, where are you going?

You can't leave now.

-Get out of the way.

-Listen to me for Erin's sake.

-Say what you like.

I am not getting bloodbound to Adze.

-Then thousands will die.

If you insult the Ramangas again,

then they'll take their revenge in blood.

And the slayers will retaliate.

And everything you've worked for will be lost.

-Yeah?

Why do you care.

You never wanted peace anyway.

-After all we've been through, you still don't trust me.

-The only person I trust is Erin.

So I'm going to find her wherever she is.

-But you don't know where she is.

She's a trained slayer.

She's blocking your telepathic powers.

Don't you get it?

She doesn't want to be found.

ADZE: Did you put the plan into action?

Why the delay?

-It would not be seemly.

I mean, we are after all guests of the Dracula.

-You are joking, right?

-I never joke when it comes to vampiric tradition.

ADZE: Once Vlad's dead, what then?

-Bertrand.

What is the mean of this unexpected visit?

-I have a message from Vlad.

-Which is?

-Vlad wishes to apologize for his discourteous behavior

this morning.

He begs for your forgiveness and hopes that there will

be no more unpleasantness today.

-I accept his apology.

-I thank you on Vlad's behalf.

-But why are you being so formal?

This is a moment of joy.

We should be having fun.

-Sounds good to me.

-Not you.

You're a girl.

But us stags, we should be celebrating.

Downstairs in 10.

Bring Vlad.

[whistling]

-Oh.

[inaudible] It can't be.

-What's wrong now, Renfield?

-Nothing, Master.

COUNT DRACULA: What have you got there?

Show me.

-What are you doing?

-Shh.

Winning my place on the High Council.

-You toadying lick-spittle.

Where did that come from?

-In the coffin.

-No.

No, no, no.

-Show time.

COUNT DRACULA: It can't be.

Tell me the truth, am I-- am I-- am I losing my--

-Happens to all of us when we get to a certain age, like 640.

COUNT DRACULA: 608!

-And he's losing his memory too.

-Master, shall I just give them a decent burial?

-No, no, no, no, no!

Just let me hold them one last time.

Goodbye, my old friends.

Wait a minute.

These aren't my lustrous locks.

This is filthy girl hair.

-Really?

I can't imagine how that got there.

Fancy something?

-As long as you promise not to spike it with hair remover.

-I reserve inflicting pain for family members only.

-Lucky them.

-So loner boy, why are you hanging

around our house of dysfunction?

-What?

Apart from this?

Well, the glamorous company, of course.

-No, really.

-Shouldn't I be asking you that?

You obviously despise your family.

-We're vampires.

It goes with the territory.

I can hardly believe yours is any different.

-Devious, despotic, deceitful-- yeah, the usual.

-So how come you were living at Fang

City with a bunch of filthy ferals?

-One should spread their wings, don't you think?

-Not if you end up in Stench Central.

-I forgot you prefer hiding under daddy's wings.

-Bat off.

-Just saying it like I see it.

-But why are you hanging around Vladimir's peace co.

-Because.

-Nobody loves you and you've no better place to be.

-Actually, I do.

INGRID: Wolfie.

Heal.

-Did I do something wrong?

-Everything about you is wrong.

If I had my way, we'd dump you back

with your furball of a father.

-You're mean.

-Of course I am.

I'm a vampire, a full vampire, not a mongrel mutt.

Look at you.

[bark]

Perfect.

Come on, Wolfie, I just need one little tear.

[growling]

It's not funny.

-It's ridiculous.

Why are you doing this?

-Because I have to complete all my tasks

in order to impress the High Council.

-Yeah, a bunch of stuffy old men.