Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [theme music] -I had a great time. -Me too. Well, this is me. [heartbeat] -What are you two playing at? -It's not me. It's-- it's her. I have first claim on all new prey. -He's not your prey. He's my boyfriend. -And its my castle, so I'll bite who I want to. Hmph. -Look, Ingrid. Perhaps you should stay away from Will. This close to your transformation you've got no control over your powers. -You worry too much. I meant to do it. -That's Will again. Don't answer it. -He's my boyfriend, and no one is going to stop me kissing him good night. If you tell anyone about this, bat-breath, I will chop off your tongue and feed it to Renfield. -I think I'm in love. Read. -The Staff of Carpathia, a new attraction at Stokely Museum. Legend has it that one blow from the staff will cure the curse of vampirism. Robin, this is brilliant! -Huh? Oh yeah. -Come on. -Thanks for coming today, Chloe. I really appreciate it. -Who couldn't resist the chance to authenticate a historical artifact like the staff? -Out of everyone I know, just you. -Oh, map! -I don't suppose Ingrid-- -She thought you were Will. Get over it. -I know, but. -Shh. Right, so we're here, and the staff is there. Anyone know which way to go? Good. -It's this way. -I'd go with her. She's usually right. -When I suggested a family day out, this isn't quite what I had in mind. -Well, on a Sunday in Stokely, it's either the museum or the bowling alley. -Oh, well I like bowling. -I'm banned. There was a theme night. Some of the staff were dressed up as vampires. You don't want to know the details. -Some of these exhibits -Calm down, Jonno. They're not real. -Are you sure it was the count? -Yes. -I knew it. He's out to destroy the Staff of Carpathia. -Well, you can't go after him. Mum will go mad. -Leave your mother to me. Honestly, Jon. You're getting a bit old for that, aren't you? -What's this? -Jonathan wants to play hide and see in the museum like we did when he was little. All right. Just this once. Count to 100 and come and find me. -I don't know. Screaming at the exhibits? Playing hide and seek? We're going to have to toughen you up a bit. -It's down there and left at the severed head. -Ugh. It really smells like the plague in here. -It's sort of familiar though. -Moldy cabbage with a hint of toejam. -Yeah. Week old armpit sweat. -Renfield. -Put those rats down. -What rats? Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow ow. -What are you doing here? -Nothing. -Where's dad. -I lost him. Um-- but he's definitely not here, and we're not after the staff. -If your dad's after the staff-- -That means it's got to be for real. Thanks, Renfield. -Please, don't tell Master. You forced it out of me. Ow! -Oi, Ozzy Osbourne. Keep away from the exhibits. -You may address me as Count. -Oh? Really? Well, Count, rules is rules. Now back off. Oi. I told you. Stay away from the exhibits. Go on then. [bell rings] -Cool. Who says I can't control my powers? [bell rings] Isn't anyone going to get that? COUNT: Put that down. -How did he-- COUNT: I said, put it down. -What did I-- Where are you? [chuckling] COUNT: I'm in your body, you fool. -You seriously expect me to believe that? COUNT: Look in the display cabinet. [screaming] [bell ringing] -Do I have to do everything around here? To be opened by Count Dracula only. In your dreams. -Leave that alone. You should have seen your face. You'll regret that, you mangy mutt. -The staff's still here. -So's my dad. Dad? Dad? -Sorry, Vlad. I think your dad's dead. -Well, of course, he is. He's been dead for 600 years. This is an old vampire party trick. Their lifeforces can leave their bodies. -So he could be anywhere? -Pretty much. He'd never for far, unless he was in trouble. I have to find him. You two look after his body. -Body? We'll have to move him. -I'm not touching it. -Where do you hold a vampire? -80, 81-- -Shouldn't you be counting to 105 or something? -I always give him loads of time. He's rubbish at hiding. -I know. I would always find my Christmas presents. -Mum? -Mhm? -You going to be -Of course, now that your dad's given up that vampire nonsense. He has given it up, hasn't he? -Yeah. You know what? I'm going to stop him-- find him. -So Daddy's got a brand new throne? Wouldn't he just hate it if I sit on it first? -I don't think you should do that. -Good job it's not up to you then, isn't it, furball? Now get lost. Did I just do that? Sweet. -Out! [inaudible] I'm sorry. I didn't mean-- Or I'll drain all your blood! [chuckling] Will you stop that? Sorry. Ugh! -What do you mean "ugh?" Look at me! I haven't seen my reflection for 600 years! -That's the face of pure, unadulterated evil! -Yes, yes. Obviously. But look at the bone structure, those brooding eyes! -We'll just sniff in here for a quick snack. You'll be elevensies, and you'll be half elevensies. And then we'll find the Master. -Get out. Get out of my body now! -And where do you suggest I go? -Him! You can go into him! -I would rather be stuck inside a rotting badger. -What have you done, you-- -Oh dear. [screaming] -Dad. -Dad. -Oh, this is bad. -Dad? What happened? -The Count's lifeforce is trapped inside me. So his body's defenseless. Go to the Staff of Carpathia exhibit and-- -Give him a nice bar of chocolate. -Bar of chocolate? -No. I didn't say that. It was the Count talking. I meant-- [stuttering] -Sing to him. [laughter] -No. -You mean stake him? -Yes. -No. -Yes. -No. -Yes! -Don't even think about it. -Try and stop me. -That's my boy. -J'ai mal a la tete. -Oh dear. That bang on the head's turned him French again. Renfield, go find the staff of Carpathia. -Huh? -Allez chercher la Baton de Carpathie, vite. -Uh-- oui, Maitre. -I don't even speak French. -Hm. You'd be surprised at what you can do now I've moved in. How do you fancy draining the blood from a large mammal? [laughter] -Oi! No running! -He's gone. -Well, I'm going to find him and turn him into dust. -Not if I find him first. -I said, no running! -Doesn't seem right leaving Count Dracula in a boiler room. -I'll be fine. Just leave me a bottle of blood-- bottle of blood. -You do know, his lifeforce could be looking at you right now. -Sorry. -Candles on. Candles off. Candles on. Candles off. This is so great. Candles on. -Hm? -I am so undead. -I don't want to say I told you so. But I told you so. -Right. That's it. I warned you. -I can't find Vlad anywhere. Can you smell burning. -I'm in control, slayer. -No, you're not you blood-sucking beast. -There you are. -Well, hello. What a joy you are to behold. -Thank you.