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Vampire history has given us many spectacular failures.

Your assignment

is to choose a relationship from the list in front of you.

Analyze what went wrong, then try to suggest how that failure might

have been averted.

I can't stay here anymore!

When the great eclipse plunged the world into darkness, the vampire race erupted

in a civil war.

The bloodthirsty fury battled with the enlightened elders for domination of the

undead. In desperation, the elders gathered up those young vampires that

be saved and entrusted them to me.

To humanize them, to tame their instincts, and teach them how to live

mortals.

Little study has been made of the relationships between vampires.

The Mansbridge experiment affords ideal conditions to observe whether or not

they can experience true emotion.

And more importantly, can they share those emotions with each other?

It's not enough that you look like this.

You have to rip your heart out and bleed all over him.

Finally.

What?

You're paying some attention to how you look. Now I'd start with that hair.

Something like that.

What's the point?

No one cares what I look like anyway.

Like no one who?

Like Drew Nolan?

It's because they're total opposites, right?

I mean, he's Mr. Tortured Soul and you're Miss Know -It -All.

With the page number to prove it.

You got it all figured out, huh?

You're just feeling the effects of our limited gene pool.

Look, I even have moments where Carl looks hot.

But it passes.

First there's the flame.

And then there's just smoke.

Sherry.

What are you doing here?

I got brownie bombs.

What is this, another peace offering?

Hey, I come bearing brownie bombs, and you're going to tell me you don't love

them? That depends. How many are you offering?

All we can do is saturation bombing if you want, because I found a little case

downstairs in the pantry.

We're not supposed to go downstairs after curfew.

Spelled from the last school that will accept you for some brownie bombs.

Bombs are away.

Okay, give me some.

I'm gonna say please.

Please. Mr. Pretty Please.

Master Nick.

Nick.

Mmm. That's good, huh?

I'm gonna have to get some more.

No way the last Tsar and Tsarina were vampires.

Well, they were.

Let's not forget I spent time at the Winter Palace.

And Rasputin? Oh, country vamp who smelt like a stable.

What happened to them?

Executed. Why?

They abandoned their people.

How so?

Well, they just let a few go.

War, starvation, the usual.

What's wrong?

Somebody walk on your grave?

She's here.

I found you!

I don't understand, Ms. LaRue. You

don't belong here.

What's the big snit about a maker dropping by to see her child?

Well, I understood that you and Meryl were estranged.

We had a misunderstanding.

She clearly got past it. She did, after all, send out a beckoning for me.

And she wants out of here.

Is that true?

I got her distress signal loud and clear all the way to Atlantic City.

When you call, honeykins, I'm there for you.

Plus, it was a good time to move on, personally speaking.

And that wouldn't have anything to do with the serial murders there, I

Someone had to thin out the conventioneer herd.

Nice meeting you, Dr. Murdoch.

Now go get your things, sweetie pie.

It's not that simple, I'm afraid.

You aren't trying to interfere between a maker and her child, are you?

Not at all.

But since a withdrawal is unprecedented, I must insist that you remain at

Mansbridge until I confer with the elders.

What do they have to say about it? The clan bond between a maker and her child

is sacred. This is the 21st century. You don't own Meryl because you made her.

Now we will both defer to the wisdom of the elders.

In the meantime, you will remain here.

Fine.

Can I at least spend time alone with my child?

Maybe have her show me around?

Is that within my right?

Yes, of course.

But as our guest, you will follow our rules and confine yourself to the

designated boundaries.

This better not take too long.

Oh, Ms. LaRue, that way.

I didn't think you'd actually come.

Well, honey child, of course I'd come.

We ran off.

I knew you'd come to your senses.

Now, I see you spent your time finding some cute new friends.

Did not teach you any manners before you ran off?

Introduce us.

This is, uh, Patty LaRue.

Meryl's maker.

Hey.

Hi. Thank you.

Marty Strickland.

Meryl's never told us about her clearly interesting past.

Oh, you don't know the half of it.

So tell me more.

I keep a maker like that secret, too.

And you are?

S .B. Rakimova of the Royals. A Rakimova brat.

And you would be what? A bloodsucker in cha -cha pumps?

All mouth and nothing between the ears. That's the trouble with all that regal

inbreeding.

So, how did you all find each other?

Good hunting around here or what?

It's school.

For vampires?

It's something about feeding on others you need schooling for?

Let me show you around.

I'll tag along if that's okay.

We need some time alone to catch up. Oh, sweetie pie, you did miss me.

Well, well, well.

Meek Meryl be a runaway.

Brings her up a whole new level in my books.

No one's supposed to know we're here.

How did Patsy know where to find her, anyway?

Because Meryl let her know.

Imagine how wretched she must feel to send out that call.

Pretty fancy.

For a school.

What's up there?

Uh, we can't go up there.

Because?

It's just some rooms and stuff.

Then who cares?

It's one of Murdoch's boundaries.

Him. I don't take orders from anyone who wears tweed.

Don't.

We've got to get out of sight.

Please. Please.

You want more brownie bombs or what?

I changed my mind.

Then, uh... Then let's just sit in the moonlight.

No.

Nick, no.

Well, well, well, what have we here?

You have humans here.

It's a regular boarding school during the day.

How sweet.

You get to hang out with a band of vamps and right upstairs is the walk -in

buffet. We don't feed on them. It's forbidden.

Is this another of this Murdoch's rules?

Yes.

But you want to. No.

Yes.

You do.

Remember, I'm the one who taught you how to read minds.

You want to make a kill.

And it's that girl.

That Sherry.

We're being trained to control our predatory instincts.

Good for you.

But I'm not that good.

Listen, Missy.

You gave the beckoning for me to come to you.

I came.

Now it is our way that you will provide for me. It's not that simple here.

Yes, it is.

Now, show me where I sleep.

You expect me to crawl into that?

I want that one.

Yeah, right.

Listen, Miss Hospitality, you're going to give it up.

Or I'm going to remove one of your pretty little limbs.

Meryl, your trailer park maker needs to find a corner to sleep in.

Preferably one that catches some sun.

I'm staying, whether you like it or not.

And I know you don't like it.

Because, honey...

I read minds.

Now you're considering some flawed revenge.

That won't be happening.

Why do you insist on destroying my life again?

The sooner I get you away from here.

I'm not sure if I still want to. Oh, not now, child. We'll catch up on the last

50 years in the evening.

Go on.

Be honest.

I don't much like her.

Well, what's not to like? Her haystack or wardrobe or her industrial strength

makeup?

And she's really going to take Merrill out of Mansbridge?

Yeah, that's the ugly rumor.

But then again, what else could we expect from Miss Patsy? And Dr. Murdoch

agreed to this.

Me and my maker. One and one makes one. The vampire code.

So what does this do to the experiment?

I don't know.

She really stirred things up, though.

Poor Meryl. No wonder she's always been so repressed.

Yeah. Well, it's not her fault Patsy's her maker.

Ah, the Black Knight finally rises to his lady's defense.

What is it you're trying to say to me, Essie?

I said it.

Get on a clear channel, Drew.

Maybe, just maybe, Patsy's here because of you.

I'm worried about you, Drew.

Yeah, thanks for your concern. And all this getting in touch with your feelings

for Sherry, now Meryl.

Ain't exactly top dog behavior, Rover.

It's a full house, guys.

Emma.

You wanted to tell me something?

No.

I just wanted to see you.

Well, take a look.

You have to tell me why.

As clearly and simply as you can state it.

Why did you do this?

I'm not right for here.

I don't belong.

Look me in the eye and tell me that.

I don't belong here.

Meaning you belong with Patsy?

Yes.

All right.

But in doing this, you've created a grave security risk for all of us.

I'm sorry for that.

I really am.

I just didn't have a choice anymore.

In matters of your well -being, you always have a choice.

May I go now?

For now, yes.

Wake up, sleepyhead!

Everyone else is up.

Do you remember when we used to stake out those truck stops?

You wore that school uniform, and I was the frazzled mom whose car wouldn't

start.

Worked every time.

Fresh blood.

They didn't give you a little school uniform here, did they?

Look, I appreciate you coming for me and all, but when I leave Mansbridge...

I don't intend to service your decoy anymore.

Lost your nerve?

No, that's not it.

You'll do what I tell you to do.

You've had your little carefree time away from Mumsy.

And now that you've humiliated yourself with that James Dean wannabe, it's time

to get back to job one.

By the way, that would never have happened if you'd been with me.

I know what you're talking about.

I know I can teach you how to get any man.

I've had vamps, and I've had mortals. Three centuries worth.

So I can clue you in on a whole lot more useful techniques than anything

Murdoch's preaching to you.

By the way, what's his story?

For some reason, I couldn't get a clear reading of him.

Maybe he's smarter than you think.

Or just more thick -headed.

Same was true with Sigmund Freud.

I admit I was flattered when he begged to analyze me, even though he was short

and ugly and had that drug problem.

Patsy, I've changed my mind.

I really don't think I can leave with you.

Tell you what.

Let's find Drew.

I'll ask him a few questions.

We'll read his mind.

Maybe that'll help you decide.

No.

Oh, so now you don't want to know.

It's settled then.

Off we go.

We have to wait until we get permission from the elders.

We have to.

They won't mind.

Tradition states a child stays with her maker.

Tell you what, we slip away now and I won't be the word of any of this.

Deal?

Grab my bag.

Hurry up, I'm starving.

Just one last look.

Hey, you have no right to break the rules here, and you have no right to

Meryl away unless she wants to go.

How dare you challenge me?

How dare you?

I've had it up to here with stupid rules and motherly kids.

I'm the adult, you're children, and I'll do whatever I please. You got it?

I just want to say... You will not

move until I release you.

Step away, professor.

I'll give you a lesson you won't forget.

Why don't you try reading my mind instead?

Please don't, Pierre.

You're lying.

Stop this foolishness. I made the rules here. They must be obeyed. Now release

them.

Yes, yes, by the way.

I didn't know.

Whatever you say, I only came because of the child.

It would be helpful.

Meryl?

Are you still determined to leave the experiment?

I'd like to stay, my lord.

If you'll still have me after all the trouble I caused.

Your child will remain at Mansbridge.

But... I bind you to forget her whereabouts.

And everything about the experiment.

As for the rest of you, continue.

You heard the man.

They call us children and they act like that.

Okay, come on, Carl. I'll beat you a check.

Nah, I think I'll... Come on, Carl.

You don't have to read my mind.

I'm glad you're staying.

I'm glad that you're glad.

Vampires are obsessive, compulsive.

They form trusting relationships begrudgingly.

Some never form them.

It is my hope that here at Mansbridge such relationships will be forged.

This hope is complicated by the fact that the offspring of vampires are

molded by their makers into their own dark image.

Hey, soldier.

Need a ride?

And I am regretfully convinced that Patsy LaRue is not the only maker we

encounter.