Bad Vlad Young Dracula

ALARM RINGS

Everybody out into the playground. Come on!

SCREAMING

HE SCREAMS

Everybody out in an orderly fashion, please.

Single file in an orderly fashion.

ALARM CONTINUES RINGING AND SPORADIC SCREAMS

Out, go on.

HE WHIMPERS AND SOBS

Oh...

That's... No, no, no! Oh!

How could Vlad do this to me?

You and stairs make him laugh.

In the old days the Count would throw me off the battlements.

I expected it from him but Vlad...

He's on his way to being so much worse than his father.

-Renfield?

-It's the Master he's in a terrible mood.

Dad did all this?

No, no, not your...

Not my "what", Renfield?

Say it you servile wart.

Not, not your father, miss.

If not Dad then there must be another master. Who?

Vl...

-A.

-A?

D.

-Spells ?

-Vlad.

He's been evil for one day

and you're already calling him the Master.

Please, don't tell the Count.

It's not the Count you have to worry about.

It's me.

Oh, no!

Vlad!

I expect you'll want to see me in your office.

-Was this all down to you?

-I thought you'd enjoy a chat with the firemen.

There is no excuse for this kind of behaviour.

You're suspended for a week. Now leave the school premises

and report to my office in...

Vlad.

Oh, Erin. I've been looking for you.

-Get back or I'll...

-Stake me with a blunt HB?

I know your secret, breather.

Vlad, please.

Is that the best you can do?

Why didn't you...?

Erin, can you make a start on this place, please?

I love the smell of chaos in the morning! Dear, Vladdy.

I knew he'd come bad in the end. With my genes.

And my expert tuition.

-To Vlad.

-Indeed.

Long may he reign.

Salut!

Renfield! Renfield!

Help!

He's pinned him to the wall! That's genius that is, genius!

-Thank you.

-You...?

How dare you humiliate Renfield! That's my job.

A word of warning, Ingrid.

If I were you I wouldn't try and compete with Vlad.

And what makes you think he could match me?

Please stay.

Stay!

Stay!

It's not our Vlad who is doing this. It's his reflection.

His reflection is too dangerous. I can't reach him.

-Yes, you can.

-I can't defend myself against him.

The Vlad we know is still in there... but not for long.

You all wanted him bad, now you've got him. Deal with it.

Oh, this is not about your safety. You're already a half fang.

Help the Vlad you cared for or others will suffer terribly.

-It's too much.

-Give him the strength to fight!

-You must do...

OK. Let me get this straight. You want me to tell the baddest,

the strongest vampire on earth, that I believe in his good side?

Yup.

It's Vlad. I've had to suspend him for vandalising school property.

Really?

I need you to talk to him.

Ah.

We have an OFSTED inspector arriving at this school any minute.

-Do you know what that means?

-Not at all.

If she sees the mess that Vlad has caused

it could affect our report and the future of the school.

OK, Miss McCauley, leave it with me.

Right, in you come, class.

I hope you've got your ingredients for today's lesson,

which is a chicken Kiev.

What's up with you?

Has Vlad had a hair cut? He looks kind of different.

-Just ignore him.

-Have you had a row or something?

So between you you're going to need chicken or a vegetarian substitute,

lemon, butter, tarragon, bread crumbs and, of course, garlic.

I gather you're suspended,

you're not supposed to be on school property.

So it's true, you actually have gone bad.

Chucked out of home economics. What's next?

Not handing in your history assignment?

Have you ever actually bitten anyone?

Don't push me.

You're still the same old puny, little Vlad

who can't stand the sight of blood.

Well done, guys.

Mrs Cotton, welcome to Garside Grange. Alex McCauley.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Hello.

Well, we'd best begin.

Absolutely. This way.

-On second thoughts how about a cup of tea?

-Lovely.

I think what you're doing is great.

The chaos, violence, wanton destruction.

Although there is an inspector in school today

Good, another breather to bite.

No seriously, can we give it a rest until tomorrow morning?

I think we owe it to Miss McCauley.

Ah, the delicious Miss McCauley.

You leave Miss McCauley alone!

And why would I listen to you?

Until you're 18 I'm the one in charge.

Aagh! Vladdy! Vladdy, I just think we need to be more sensible!

We? There is no "we". All right?

Well, what a wonderful view it is up here.

And round the corner here we have our state-of-the-art science block,

which really must be... seen to be believed.

And this is of course a poster wall of all our after-school activities.

We have music, sport, theatre.

It's all part of what makes Garside Grange a special place to be.

OK, sales pitch over. Can I see the science block please?

Renfield! >

Ah, Miss McCauley.

Mr Count, I'd like you to meet Mrs Cotton,

the OFSTED inspector I was telling you about.

Mr Count is the chairman of the board.

-A positive influence on the school.

-Well, one does what one can.

About what we were discussing earlier?

The situation has developed.

All sorted. Excuse me.

Fetch me a pair of fang cuffs and report to my chambers.

It's time to teach this boy a lesson.

Look, just leave me alone.

Actually, it was Becky I was after.

I wondered if you'd like to come round for lunch, for a bite to eat.

-Yeah, all right then.

-Hm.

That's supposed to make me jealous, is it?

Sorry, what was your name again?

I really don't think it's a good idea for you to be meeting up with Vlad.

He's dangerous, Becky.

Yeah, I know!

I don't want you to get hurt.

Are you jealous..?

-No!

-I knew it.

Becky!

You know, you're right.

I still really like Vlad. And I thought he really liked me too.

Just...promise me you won't go out with him.

It's only lunch. Erin?

Eeeergh!

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Fang cuffs. One pair for yourself.

Gas mask. Another one.

Now we have one chance and one chance only.

-Ah, got it!

-Well done.

-All we need now is the net and the...

-And a pitchfork, Master?

We're in this together, Renfield, you and me,

shoulder-to-shoulder against the...

Not that close.

Shoulder-to-shoulder against the forces of evil.

I thought we were the forces of evil.

-We are, but it's just... This is... diff...

-Different?

-Exactly!

-Now are you clear about the plan?

-I think so.

There's no thinking about it, especially for you.

There you are.

Bertrand. Sorry, I've got a date with eight pints of fresh blood.

-And no, I don't fancy going halves with you.

-Vlad.

Ingrid's sharpening a stake and I think it's got your name on it.

Oh, that's priceless!

-She's jealous of your power.

-Hmm.

She wants to take you out before you become untouchable.

Well, I'd like to see her try.

Do you want me to deal with her?

Deal with her? No! Bring her on.

Quickly, the argentalium spray!

No!

HE GROANS

COUNT: 'Vladdy? Vladimir?'

Renfield, you idiot, you've given him too much!

-THUD

-Ow!

Vladdy?

And welcome back.

HE SNARLS

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Slayer's finest fang cuffs.

Let me out or I'll...

HE GROANS

Throw a wobbly?

Daddy, help me, please.

You don't think for a minute I'm going to be fooled

by those crocodile tears?

All right, fine, what do you want?

-I want you to do what your father tells you.

-Never!

Until the age of 18. At which point I want equal partnership.

You and me. 50/50.

All right. It's a deal. 50/50.

Spit on my gr... no, not mine. Spit on your mother's grave.

Why not? We'll be stronger together.

Who knows what we'll achieve?

How do I know I can trust you?

Oh, great! After all these years,

I'm finally the son you want me to be and you don't trust me?!

Make up your mind, Daddy, which Vlad do you want?

The old fangless wimp you could trust with your grandma...or me.

Well you, clearly.

-So let me out.

-Right, right.

-Let me make you proud of me.

-Master, no!

-Shut it, Renfield!

What would you know of the trust between a vampire and his son?

Well, clearly a lot more than you.

Renfield! Do something!

Renfield.

Renfield.

No! No! No!

No!

Renfield! BELL RINGS

-Oh, that'll be lunch.

-Vladdy, Vladdy, Vladimir!

-You can't just leave me like this!

-See ya.

I'll die! Renfield? Renfield! This hurts!

-Becky.

-Hiya.

-Come on in.

Ooh, Gothic, very on trend.

< COUNT SCREAMS

Is that...?

So what's on the menu?

-Take a wild guess.

-Salmon?

Well, it doesn't matter if you haven't cooked anything.

I've got my packed lunch here, look. We could share it.

Oh. Aren't you hungry?

Hungrier than you'll ever know.

Me too.

-Garlic!

-I'm sorry! I tried to cover it.

Get out!

But it's not my fault, I swear! It was Erin.

Erin.

Are you all right, did he hurt you?

No, but he's not the guy I thought he was.

He's just going through some stuff. Deep down he's still a good person.

I think you're wasting your time with him.

I don't.

HE TUTS

Vlad, let me go!

SOFT BLOWING

Aaaaargh!

SIZZLING

What are you doing?

Vlad, I'm your friend. I'll get you some blood.

You don't need to bite anyone.

Oh, I don't need to, but I want to.

He's still in there, isn't he? The real Vlad.

I'm the real Vlad! I'm the powerful one!

I know you're in there. Be strong.

You're stronger than him.

I believe in you.

Agh!

Go!

Vlad?

Ingrid.

Dad.

Erin.

Vlad, you're not supposed to be in school.

-I've got somewhere to be.

-Not good enough.

-I've informed your father. Leave the premises now.

-Later.

Dad, speak to me.

Dad!

Renfield.

SNAPS FINGERS

Renfield.

Oh, erm, check his pulse?

Oh, yeah.

Dad?

Blood...

Dad?

Turn on me again, boy,

and I will personally fang cuff you to a sun bed.

So...you're all right then?

EVIL LAUGHTER

You're so weak.

I'm going to make you wish you'd finished me

-when you had the chance.

-Give it a rest, will you?

What?

Make me.

Me and you, in the cellar, now.

Oh, Ingrid. I'm so sorry.

Vlad?

I need to get to the mirror room.

# Ten green bottles hanging on the wall... #

Listen.

That'll be Year 8.

# And if one green bottle... #

Jamie, just the man.

-Mrs Cotton, why don't you go ahead?

-Of course.

# ..hanging on the wall... #

Vlad Count's still in school.

# Ten green bottles hanging on the wall

# Ten green bottles hanging on the wall

# And of one green bottle should accidentally... #

Miss McCauley...

Can you get him off the premises pronto?

-Miss McCauley...

-I've told him that once today, he didn't seem to care.

# ..bottles hanging on the wall... #

-Miss McCauley...

-I need to get the inspector away.

Miss McCauley.

Mrs Cotton, is there a problem?

They're hanging from the ceiling.

Well, they always enjoy a good sing-song.

What?

# Nine green bottles hanging on the wall

# And if one green bottle... #

-They were hanging from the ceiling.

-Mrs Cotton.

I wonder if I might have a word.

Mr Count, I don't think this is the time.

Mr Count!

Mr Count!

-Marvellous. Very good news indeed.

-News?

Miss McCauley, goodbye. And congratulations once again.

A shining example of what a school can be.

Thank you.

Ow!

What was that about?

I made her understand what a first rate headteacher you really are.

And Vlad?

Back to his old self.

Perhaps a drink to celebrate?

You are joking?

We've got clearing up to do. Come on.

WHISPERS

Vlad!

-Erin, It's too dangerous.

-I'll wait outside.

-No, just go!

You took your time.

Nervous, are we?

I'm not the one who should be nervous.

You'll never win.

What are you going to do, fight me off forever?

No, no, I'm not.

-I'm the one in control.

-You're not strong enough.

Bad idea.

Vlad?

-I told you to go.

-But I knew you'd win.

It is all over, isn't it?

He's part of me now.

How can it ever be over?

-Where are you going?

-I don't know.

I need to sort this thing out.

Stay. I'll help you!

When will you be back?

Vlad!

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