-I've lost the scent.

Which way?

-This way.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Could be dangerous.

Vampires down here don't play by the rules.

-They will when I'm finished with them.

How can they live like this?

-They've nowhere else to go.

Sometimes immortality just gives you more time to fail.

-Nice of you to join us.

Hope you like what we've done with the place.

-You made a big mistake at the football match.

-Oh, tell me about it.

I should have headed Ryan's cross

instead of going for the volleys.

Sorry, man.

-You bit your way through half the Slayer team.

-Oh, that mistake.

-The Slayer's Guild have given us

48 hours to stop attacking breathers,

otherwise the ceasefire is over.

-Does this mean they don't want a rematch?

[laughter]

-I'm starting a new training course at Garside.

We'll teach you the skills you need to rebuild your lives.

-We'll help you make the switch from biting

breathers to using blood banks.

-To learn how to become part of society

again-- have jobs, nice homes.

Be trusted, respected, admired-- not scratching

a living down here with the rats.

I can revamp you.

Now who's with me?

-"Revamp you?"

Really?

-I thought it was catchy.

Obviously not everyone agrees.

-Sorry, Vlad.

We tried to play ball, but, uh, it's just not our game.

-Blood sports-- that's more our thing.

-Times have changed.

There's a new way to live.

-Yeah, and an old way to die.

-That went well.

-Yeah, I thought so, too.

-Trouble?

-I'm going to help Vlad bring in the street defense.

-Stand down.

-You are?

-They're out of control.

In 48 hours, the ceasefire will be over

and we'll be at war again.

-You want him to fail.

-No, but I do think it's fitting that the deadline

expires on Halloween night.

-He'll meet the deadline.

-We can hope for the best.

But we must prepare for the worst.

I need you to do a weapons check.

-I'm going to help my friend and you can't stop me.

-Yes, I can.

-Can we please bust them all and go home now?

-Violence won't get us anywhere.

-Seems to be working quite well for them.

[gasps]

-It's revamp, or rest in peace.

-A wise choice.

-Forgive me for saying this, but, uh,

the chosen one has lost his way.

-We need to nudge him back on course.

What's the saying?

Oh, ew-- "old age and trickery will always

overcome youth and ambition."

-Ah.

What did you have in mind?

-If Vlad doesn't beat the deadline,

the Slayers will break off the ceasefire

and life returns to normal.

Vampires and Slayers at each other's throats.

-And this time we'll wipe out the Guild once and for all.

Nothing will stand in our way.

We will own the night.

-All "we" have to do is ensure that Vlad's

little revamp project fails-- spectacularly!

[laughter]

-Of course, it would be better if we

didn't get our own hands dirty.

-Ah.

Never do a job yourself, when you've

got a daughter who can do it for you.

-Ah.

[plasma shots]

[laser]

[door opening]

-You're good.

-You wanted to see me?

-We would like your opinion on something.

-Why?

You've never asked for it before.

-We'd like a woman's perspective--

someone who's intelligent.

-Refined.

-Selfish.

-Unscrupulous.

-You're plotting something and you

want me to do your dirty work.

-She's good.

-The compliments were a bit of a giveaway.

We would like you to sabotage Vlad's revamping unit.

-What's in it for me?

-The ceasefire ends and you go back

to doing what you do best-- inviting the neck that feeds.

[hiss]

-Don't tempt me.

Now ask me what I want.

-You want to show some respect when talking to your father.

I would never let my daughter talk--

-Ba, ba, ba, ba.

What do you want darling daughter, apple of my eye.

-I told you.

I want a seat on the high council.

[laughter]

-I thought you were joking.

You're far too young.

-I'm sure I'd be a fast learner in the hands

of a more experienced council member.

-I blame her mother.

-Better warm up that seat.

This won't take long.

[explosion]

-You can't stop me this time.

-Malik's gang bit another breather tonight.

This experiment was a mistake.

Vampires will never change.

-No, it's you that will never change.

Slaying vampires won't bring dad back, but helping them

might save someone else.

-Eh, the electrics are gone-- lights, sockets, everything.

-Strange that it's only this classroom.

-Yeah, that, that is a mystery and no mistake.

-It could be a loose wire.

We'll have to close this classroom until it's fixed.

-Oh, no, that, that's a bit drastic, isn't it?

I'm, I'm sure it's a bit of a--

[screams]

I was, uh, just kidding.

[laughs]

-Let's get to work.

-The first phase of the revamp is

to get control of your blood lust.

-You have to go cold fang-- no blood for 24 hours.

-They're loaded with concentrated garlic juice.

-Go ahead, punk, make my day.

-There is no way out of this room.

-We sprayed the windows with garlic juice.

-And the walls, and the ceiling.

-Control your blood lust-- it's the only way

you're getting out of here.

Renfield, you take the first shift.

Anyone comes through this door, you know what to do.

-Yeah.

I'll give them both barrels.

[squirt]

Oh!

Sorry.

Itchy trigger finger.

Itchy all over, actually.

[squirt]

Ah!

Eh, sorry.

-Phase one of the revamp is underway.

-Excellent Vlady.

Isn't that excellent, Ramanga?

-Excellent.

-And you were able to round up all of the street fangs?

-Malik and his gang got away.

-Oh, dear, that is regrettable.

-Most regrettable.

-Ah.

-Don't worry.

We'll find him before the deadline.

-Well, if you need our help, just say the words.

We are right behind you.

-Go Team Vlady.

-Halt!

Who goes here?

There.

There.

Who goes there.

Put 'em up!

[clears throat]

-You're feeling hungry, very hungry.

You have an irresistible urge to go to the kitchen

and fix yourself a snack.

-I have an irresistible urge to go to the kitchen

and fix myself a snack.

-Uh, what are you doing here?

-Oh, felt peckish.

Made myself a slug sandwich.

Anybody want one?

Eh?

-Who's guarding the revamp room?

[swallows hard]

-Oh!

What are you two still doing in school?

You should have gone home hours ago.

I don't recognize you.

Whose form are you in?

-Miss McCauley?

I just wanted to say, goodnight.

-Vlad, do you know who these-- Night, Vlad.

-All present and correct.

-Uh, I'll take this shift.

[school bell]

-Uh, pathetic.

He's missed her jugular by a country mile.

-Oh!

Morning, Mr. Cart.

-Ah, morning.

-I saw some odd-looking kids in the school last night.

-Chess club?

-No, they weren't peoples.

They looked, well, homeless.

-Oh, no, no, no, that's Vlad.

He's rounded up some street urchins, trying to clean

them up, teach them life skills.

I'll tell him to get rid of them.

-How kind of Vlad to try and help those less fortunate

than himself.

-Actually, it was my idea.

Yes, I thought the whole thing up, not Vlad.

But I, I don't like to talk about

my (WHISPERING) charity work.

-Oh.

We need more people like you-- selfless, caring, humane.

-Well I only wish I could do more.

Those poor souls.

-I'd like to meet them.

-Well, they're quite a shy bunch,

but yes, I'll, I'll see what I can do.

-We've got 24 hours to bring Malik and Ryan in.

-They won't come without a fight.

-Promise me you won't hurt my brother.

-We're out of time.

We have to stop them, whatever it takes.

-He's the only family I've got.

-You're not his sister anymore.

You're a breather.

[sighs]

-Let me talk to Ryan and see if I get through to him.

-The time for talking is over.

-You're in charge when I'm gone.

-Where are you going?

-Into the lion's den.

-Right, Miss McCauley had taken an interest in the revamp unit.

It's probably best we don't destroy it just yet.

-Why do we care what a breather thinks?

They're about to be put back on the menu.

[sighs]

-It's complicated.

Besides, I've had a better idea.

The quickest way to ensure the ceasefire ends

is for Jono to get bitten-- turned into one of us.

-Vlad loses his closes ally.

-Hm.

-And the guild lose their poster boy for peaceful coexistence.

Clever!

Who's going to bite him, Ingrid?

-Hm.

[laughs]

-Ryan?

It's me, Erin.

[chainlink fence shakes]

[hiss]

Stupid torch.

(FRIGHTENED) I've got a stake, and I'm