-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.