Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [theme music] [ominous pipe organ music] [music continues] -Poison. Poison. -Feels good, doesn't it? Allow me to be the first to bow before the new Count Dracula. -Keep a lookout. The shapeshifter could be anyone. -You think she'll come back after us? -No, she's after me. Get his legs. -No, no! No! No! If I go in there, I'm never coming out. Put me down. Put me down. Down. Down. How long have I got? How long? -Oh, sir, it's a slow-acting poison. You've got about six hours, tops. First you get muscle paralysis. Then your veins go black. Then you start hallucinating as the poison kicks in. And the pain-- cor, it's excruciating as you burn up from the inside before exploding into a massive fireball. Forget I said anything. -He's dead then? -The poison'll keep him alive long enough to see his loved ones wiped out. -Shame, really. I was starting to like having a brother and sister. ELIZABETA: Don't get sentimental. While Vlad lives, he's still a threat to your bloodline. -Fair enough. I suppose it's two less birthday cards to write anyway. [hiss] [music stops] -Make that three. -Ah, ah, ah. She's on our side now. [hisses] [hiss] -She still loves him. It's written all over her fangs. -You're not the only one who can change. -If you want to prove that you love my son, kiss Vlad. Let father and son share the same fate. -He'll know it's a trap. -Not if you dump me first. -Careful. The poison's strong. Apply it at the last possible moment. And don't lick your lips. -Killed with a kiss. [laughs] [footsteps] What a pathetic way to die after-- -Sh! Someone's coming. [footsteps] [knock] -Who-- who is it? INGRID: Ingrid. Dad, are you OK? Can I come in? -Since when did Ingrid ever ask if you were OK? -She's a shapeshifter! THE COUNT: Run. Run! It's your only chance. INGRID: What are you doing in there? -Enter. INGRID: You idiot. You should have known the real McCoy would never kiss you. You're a disgusting, pale, skinny antique. -Yep, that's Ingrid. -Your track record of picking girlfriends is appalling. -Oh, what can I say? Love is blind. RENFIELD: Oh, which reminds me-- after you hallucinate but before you explode, you go blind. Forget I said that. -Vladdy, I need to see Miss McCauley one last time. Bring her to me. -We need an antidote. RENFIELD: That's impossible! One antidote, coming right up. -Bring Miss McCauley, the real one. Watch your backs. Be vigilant, Ingrid. Come on, Dad. -Thank you, thank you, thank you. Ooh! -Here we go. OK. -No. No, no, no, no. No, no, it can't be! Arta? [breathing heavily] But-- but you're dead! -You don't kill me that easily. I will always be alive in here, watching you live the life that should have been mine. THE COUNT: It was an accident! You knew the rules. You take my title, you take my wife-- now it's my turn to watch you die. [laughs] -Do you see him? Do you see him? Do-- do-- do you see my brother? -Dad. -What? VLAD: There's no one there. [school bell ringing] -Ah, Cody. Off you go, Sally. This doesn't concern you. If you're going to graffiti "McCauley is a moron" in the toilets, I suggest you don't post a photo online saying, "Look what I just done." It's "did," not "done." -Yes, Miss. MISS MCCAULEY: Detention for a week. [spritz] CODY: Yes, Miss. [sniffs] -Do you smell garlic? -No. Dad's not well. He wants to see you. -Oh, nothing serious, I hope. -It's better if he tells you himself. -No running, Eve. [girl screaming] -Abbie, let go of her hair this instant! -No, wait! -Girls! Girls, stop that! It's totally unacceptable. What on Earth do you think you're doing? -Relax, Ingrid. I've no reason to harm you. I only want to harm the people the Count loves. Think what you could do with this power. I'll teach you. -When do we begin? -After you've bitten that little blood blister of a teacher. [small hiss] -He's hallucinating. We don't have much time. Will this antidote work? -Yes, Master. -Well, hurry up. -Yes, Master. -You should kiss your mother goodbye. She won't be around for much longer. -Get out now, while you still can, and take Erin with you. -I thought she was with you. -I don't need your castoffs. Now I'm Count Dracula, I can take my pick. [hiss] [scoffs] -You and Malik going somewhere nice? I hear Paris is very romantic this time of the year. -Don't push it. Still haven't packed these yet. -Hey, for what it's worth, I thought you and Malik were perfect for each other. What happened? Did his mother not approve? -Do you know what I liked about Malik? He saw something he wanted, he just took it. -Poison lipstick. You're Elizabeta.