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That doesn't look good.

I'm going to go check it out.

Just stay here.

I think somebody just went over!

Honey, be careful!

Hey!
Anybody in there?

Oh, God.

Hey, call 911!
There's a dead guy down here!

What?

[tree branch snaps]

[startled bird takes flight]

[beastly roar]

[ ♪ ♪ ♪ Theme music ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[Will]: I pulled some strings
with the local cops.

If anyone asks, we're Feds.

[Magnus]: Any special unit?
- Narcotics.

Hold on a second, guys.

Though I doubt drugs
has anything to do with

what's in this body bag.

[Magnus]: Don't you mean who?

[Will]: Not so much.

[Magnus][: Oh, dear God.

Yeah.

That's all that's left
of one Thomas Rayburn.

Sliced and diced.

His wife's body was found
over this way.

[Will]: The wound pattern's
the same as her husband's.

[Will]: The cuts are uneven,
some deep, some superficial.

The attack was fierce, frenzied.

Yeah.

Doesn't look like she had
much time to put up a fight.

You think we could spin this
as a wild animal attack?

I don't know.

There's no tracks around here,
just footprints.

[Will]: Okay, so the way I figure it,

husband and wife
spot this wreck,

husband goes to investigate,

and when he doesn't
come back, wife follows.

[Magnus]: It was her voice we
heard on the 911 call.

She said her husband
found a dead body.

[Will]: Now, judging
from the blood spatter,

I'm guessing major chest wound.

Steering column probably punched
right through the heart.

[Magnus]: Death would be instantaneous.
- Yeah.

[Will]: So then where's the body?

Hey, you look like
you've seen a ghost, brother.

[Will]: Hey, did you get
that link I emailed you

of the security camera footage
of that parking lot in Newcity?

[Magnus]: Yeah, I just
finished watching it.

Is the killer who I think it is?

[Will]: Well, Henry's facial
recognition software caught a hit,

and I pulled a frame
from the video.

Huh...

Chad Spencer, our
missing car-crash victim.

24 years old and clearly
very much alive.

He's a trust-fund baby
on his fourth Ivy League tour.

Ah...

Who walks away
from a crash like that?

Actually, what am I saying?
We know a lot of people

who walk away
from a crash like that.

The question is,
why hasn't he been in touch

with his family
or any of his friends?

He has.

This is Darrin Wilson,
the other guy in the footage.

[Will]: Reported missing two days ago.

[Will]: Darrin is Chad's roommate.

From another wealthy family,

and yet it's not
a kidnapping scheme.

There've been no ransom demands.

Okay, so what've we got?

We got a dead man,
walks away from a crash,

becomes homicidal.

Run the data again.

There's obviously a common
denominator we're overlooking.

See if anyone else
has disappeared.

Yeah.

Hey, you know,

this would be a lot easier
with Henry's help.

He's unavailable.

Why, again?

He's on a mission
of utmost importance.

I was sworn to absolute secrecy.

Wait a second.

San Diego Comic-Con?

That's the mission
of utmost importance?

You did not hear it from me.

Where's the big guy?

He's with him?

It's one of the few places
he actually blends in.

Okay, great,
so they're fan boys.

[Will]: I'm working with fan boys...

Darrin!
What the hell?

I got your text.
Where have you been?

Don't worry about it.

It's all good.

Your parents
have been calling me.

They're freaking out.

I'm sure they have.
Let's go.

What are you doing?
Take it easy.

Shh...
- Darrin, this is not--

Chad?

Holy crap.

Well, it's nice
to see you, too, Laura.

Okay, but I...
I went to your memorial service.

Yeah. It's a shame
I had to miss it.

I heard it was nice.

Oh, it was beautiful, buddy.

Okay, you guys are really
freaking me out.

Just relax.
We're all friends here.

[Laura]: What the
hell's going on?

That's what I wondered, too,
at first,

but then I remembered that

that week that we had
spent at that Mexican clinic.

And?

And...
I'm just saying...

then it all made sense.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God--

[Silenced pistol fires]

[Laura gasps]

Hi.

Welcome to the club.

[Kate]: Any luck so far?

[Will]: Just had a report
of another missing kid.

[Kate]: And?

[Will]: That common denominator
that Magnus was looking for--

[Kate]: You found it?

Well, out of sheer desperation,
I ran the names

through the North American
Security Institute.

You don't seriously think
they're terrorists?

No, but check this out.

The NASI also monitors
Customs and Immigration,

and it looks like
all these missing kids

recently spent time in Mexico.

On vacation?
- Just the opposite.

[Will]: So they checked
into a drug clinic,

very expensive, very exclusive.

[Magnus]: Headed by the
noted Viennese scientist

Doctor Heinrich Baumschlager.

Never heard of him.

[Will]: Well, the place is called
La Casa de la Nueva Vida.

Ah, the House of New Life,

and it appears to be
living up to its name.

I'll tell Dr. Baumschlager
you're here.

Thank you.

Gracias.

Plastic.

Why do I get the feeling

we're going to sit through
a timeshare pitch?

Because there's something
a tad dodgy about all of this.

Yeah, well, the crash
forensics came up zilch.

Right now we have nothing.

None of this makes any sense.

El Doctor will see you now.

On the contrary,
now it makes perfect sense.

Hola, amigos!

And right over here,
we have our friendship lanai.

It's a small, intimate
space for sharing--

Nikola, we're not here
for the tour.

I notice you do seem
a bit on edge.

Might I suggest one of our
green-tea detox massages”?

It makes you feel 100 again.

We know what's going on here.

And I don't like
the tone of your voice.

And we don't like
being lied to, so...

Why are you people
always so ready

to think the worst of me?

You've seen my facilities
for yourself.

You don't honestly
expect us to believe

that you are running
a detox clinic?

Yeah, you're, uh, you're not
exactly the philanthropic type.

I never said I wasn't
making a profit,

but in return,
I provide a public service.

I'm waiting.

Wealthy parents ship their
drug-addled teenagers to me.

They arrive, their poor
little bodies wracked

by the best designer drugs
trust funds can buy.

It breaks your heart.

But then after one week
of my treatment,

I send them home
to mater and pater

completely cured
of all addictions.

Whoa, one week?

Mm-hm.
- That's impossible.

Which part of "I'm a genius”
aren't you getting?

Less ego, more facts, please.

All right.

Do you remember that
weapon I invented

to combat the Cabal's
super abnormals?

Yes, all too well.

This may go over your head,
just try to play along.

Suffice it to say, I redesigned
the biotechnology core,

creating a blood matrix scrubber

with selective
protein inhibitors--

Enough!

Whatever you've done to
these young people, Nikola,

they're disappearing.

As in...

Something's killing them
and stealing their bodies.

You don't say.

Come on, out with it.

I want to hear you
say the words.

All right. I-l may have...

sort of...

Spill it, Nikola.

Turned them into vampires.

[Silenced pistol fires twice]

[Girl gasps]

Amazing.

Solid.

Now admittedly, I was too impatient
with my previous experiments.

They were... imperfect.

They were homicidal.

Semantics.
This time it's different.

How?

You would still have had
to use your own blood.

Yes, but I programmed
the little tykes' DNA

for a time release
of the vampire gene.

30 years minimum for
the metamorphosis to complete.

Time release?

We're talking about
ancient vampire blood here.

It's not cold medication.

Same principle, junior.

I thought that if I slowed
down the genetic mutation,

I'd sidestep
the antibody rejection

which was plaguing
my former subjects.

Well, clearly,
something went wrong.

Clearly.

How many subjects
did you treat here?

Oh, man...

Enough to raise a little hell.

I can smell your blood.

You want to taste me?

Yummy...

Chad!

You gotta see this, man.

Yeah, um...

Now is-
now is not a good time.

[Darrin]: Would you hear
me out, please?

So, listen, I hired this hacker
to break through

Dr. Frankenstein's
firewalls, right,

and most of what we found
were medical journals,

records of his experiments,
that kind of stuff,

but then I also found this.

What is it?

It's a history
of vampires, Laura,

but nothing like
I've ever heard before.

What does it say?

"Vampires were once
the best and brightest race

"on the planet.

So many of the great minds
were bloodsuckers."

The humans bowed down to us?

We were immortals?

[Darrin laughs]

Kings.

King of the world.
I like the sound of that.

Yeah.

So do I.

I think it's time
to rebuild the empire.

I don't know. I don't get it.

I adhered to all the protocols.

Have a look for yourself.

And yet the incubation period
was drastically truncated.

Instant vampires.

So maybe there's some sort of
environmental variable

I didn't take into account.

What, like weather,
or diet, lifestyle?

Death.

Death?

Death would be the last thing
that an immortal would think of.

This first kid
died in a car accident.

[Will]: And then showed up
two days later, alive.

[Magnus]: Chad Spencer.

Yes, I remember him.
Alpha-male type.

If a human, having undergone
your treatment, dies--

The vampire gene would kick in.

It was programmed to survive
at all costs.

[Will]: Okay, so Chad
comes back to life

and starts rounding up
the other patients.

And killing them,

thereby triggering
their vampire genetics.

The little bastard.

This was supposed to be
my party!

Nobody hijacks Nikola Tesla!

[Steve]: You guys must be high.

[Steve]: Are you using again?

[Darrin]: We are clean, my friend.

[Steve]: What's with the eyes?

[Steve]: They don't do that
on True Blood.

Look, this isn't a TV show,
okay? This is real.

So, what do you think?
Are you in?

I don't know.

I mean, I didn't get to do
spring break at the clinic

like you guys did.

[Chad]: Well, now's your chance.

Be part of the group.

That is, of course,
if you're up for it.

Immortality?

Yeah.

[Steve]: You're serious?

Oh, I'm very serious...

But you better be sure about it,
because there's no going back.

What do I need to do?

You just leave everything to me.

Whoa.

[Steve screams]

What's going on?

[Laura]: Why isn't he
coming back to life?

[Darrin]: Wow.
Not cool.

Oh, my God.
I killed him.

Look, what the hell happened?

No, I mean, I really killed him.

Look, it's not your fault, okay?

What do you mean
it's not my fault?

I bit him on the neck
and now he's dead!

Well, it's not supposed
to happen like this.

[Darrin]: I don't get it.
I mean, everyone knows that's

how you make
more vampires.

Yeah, well,
clearly they're wrong.

Clearly, Chad.

You know, for the superior
race, we're not doing so hot.

Okay, so, what do
you want to do now?

Look, this is-
this is ridiculous.

Why are we trying to
figure this out on our own?

[Chad]: We know exactly
who did this to us.

That doctor in Mexico.

Yeah. That's exactly where we're
going to find the answers.

Yeah, Chad, I'm starting to get
a bad feeling about all this.

What, are you going to bail
just because of one screw-up?

That's what you call Dead Steve?

[Chad]: Look, come on, man, okay?

Look, that quack down south
did this to us,

but we have a chance now
to take our power back.

If we nail this...

there isn't anybody on earth
that can push us around anymore.

Okay.

We're good.

What about you,
you going to be okay?

I've never killed anything
in my life,

so how can I feel so sad,
and at the same time, so...

hungry?

We are what we are.

[Cellphone rings]

Hey there.

How are things in the land
of the 65-cent margarita?

Well, the phrase
"bloody awful" comes to mind.

We're on our way back.

In the meantime,
I've emailed you

a list of patients
who spent time at the clinic.

Find out all you can about them.

Okay. Am I looking for
anything in particular?

Vampires.
- Come again?

Yeah, it seems Nikola's

been up to his usual
selfish tricks.

Oh. Oh, I'm selfish?

Shocking, I know.

Because I tried to save
my race from extinction?

Because you used
innocent children

in a potentially
deadly experiment.

There was that.

Eh... Professional jealousy.

You've no idea
what you've unleashed!

Ah, let me guess.

[Magnus]: This must be
your graduating class.

Incredible...

It worked.

You're coming with us.

But you didn't even say please.

Nikola, what the hell
are you doing?

Crude, yet magnificent.

Dammit!

[Chad]: It's an honor to welcome
the source of our greatness.

[Laura]: You're like
our own personal Obama.

[Tesla]: What the hell
are you playing at?

[Chad]: Look, this isn't a game, okay?
We both know that.

[Tesla]: Don't read me
the rule book, sonny.

[Tesla]: I wrote it.

What's your problem?
This was your idea, remember?

No, no, no, ho.

The spontaneous generation
of vampires

decades ahead of schedule
was not my idea.

I had a plan,
an intricate, ingenious design,

and, strange as it may sound,

it did not involve you
blowing away your friends

and taking over.

Do you have any idea
what you've become?

Well, that's why you're here,
to fill in the gaps for us.

Sanguine vampirus.

The preeminent race
on the planet.

Born for greatness,
bred to rule.

Kings and pharaohs.

There was a time when we
sighed, and the world trembled.

We know.
We read your journal.

Look, let's just
cut to the chase.

Okay, you chose us
not because of who we are,

but because of who we'll become.

How astute.

[Chad]: Our parents have
more money than God,

and they hold positions
of power and influence

all over this world.

And in a few decades' time,

you would have stepped
into their shoes,

creating a new ruling class,
returning us to the old ways.

So let's bring it on. Now.

And if anyone stands in our way,
they'll die.

Nice.

All the subtlety of
brain surgery with a chainsaw.

But why wait?

We're here right now.

Oh, and you think that your
24 years' experience

has prepped you
for ruling the earth?

What are you saying?
- I'm saying you'll blow it.

You've turned what was
supposed to be a symphony

into rock and roll!

French-Canadian rock and roll.

You know, I was hoping you'd be
a little bit more cooperative.

Yeah, well, life's a bitch,
and then you don't die.

Oh, what, we're going
to do this old-school?

Is that it?

[Tesla]: You're not facing
Magnus. This is me.

Bring it on, kiddies.

I hate them. I hate them...

Okay...

Let's talk.

You know, I almost broke a nail
on the way down.

This should counteract

the sedative we gave her
during transport.

Yeah, just tell me
the straps are going to hold.

Titanium webbing, vampire-proof.

[Kate]: Hmm, rise and shine.

[Laura]: Where am I?

[Magnus]: I'll be asking
the questions now.

And who the hell are you?

Where have your friends
taken Nikola?

Dr. Baumschlager?

[Laura laughs contemptiously]

Wouldn't you like to know?

I don't have time to play games.

You know, Chad's not
going to be cool with this.

If he finds out
where you're holding me,

he's going to whip some serious
vamp action on your ass.

You have no idea
what you've become.

Insolence will only
make things worse.

Yeah? Why don't you
bite me, you bitch?

Why don't you go
get an Earl Grey

and let me take a shot?

Hey, cute boy.

Ow!

This is unconscionable,
even by my standards.

[Chad]: Yeah, well, I wanted
to do it the easy way,

but you forced my hand.

So you steal my equipment,
my research, my blood?

Hey, Biff!

Darrin.

[Tesla]: Whatever.

Take it easy
with the centrifuge, please.

It's not a toy.

I'm just following your notes.

It's not paint by numbers.

It's a highly sophisticated
biochemical process.

[Tesla]: Does this chump even
know what he's doing?

Well, looking through your data,

I saw that you were
able to create

a single strand
of recombinant DNA

based on your vampiric
genetic pattern,

then using a
restriction endonuclease,

you were able to cleave
the DNA strands

onto chromosomes number four,
seven, and eight sequentially,

then reintroduced
this third strand

back to the separated
double-helix matrix

and spliced it in,

which, of course,
ultimately created a stronger,

super-triple DNA helix
within these chromosomes.

Um... Darrin was pre-med.

Was?

[Darrin]: Dropped out.

Why?

I don't know,
the parties were lame?

Look, Laura,

you know that we're only
trying to help you, right?

Mmm, blah, blah, blah...

Who's your cute little friend
in the thrift-store wardrobe?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're cool, right?

[Will]: Right?
I mean, look, I get it.

You were brought to that clinic
under false pretences,

and you were experimented on
without your consent--

I checked in a meth-head.
I checked out a vampire.

Bonus.

Look, if you tell us where
the others have taken Tesla,

we might be able
to reverse the process.

That's your pitch?
- Yeah.

Rat out up my friends,

I get to go back
to being an addict?

I'm not telling you anything,
and you can't make me.

Okay.

Well, have it your way.

Kill her.

About time.

What are you going to do,
shoot me?

I'll just heal again.
I'm immortal.

If this gun was loaded
with regular bullets,

you'd be right,

but these, sweetheart,
are solid silver,

blessed by a priest with
holy water from the Vatican.

Yeah, only us sanctified
monster hunters get 'em.

It's...

I pump just one of these
babies into your heart...

and wham!

[Kate]: We found out where
they're holding Tesla.

[Magnus]: Oh, good. So the
psychological bapproach worked?

[Will]: I had my doubts.

But, hey, result.

Yeah.

Uh, did you find anything
interesting in Laura's blood?

Perhaps.

Her mutated DNA
shows a triple helix.

Translation, please?

Well, if I can find a way
to break the peptide bond,

I might be able to
detach the third strand

and undo Nikola's handiwork.

Tesla said he used the biotech

developed for
the super abnormal weapon.

You think we can
adapt it in some way?

Without Nikola's research,
I'd be flying blind.

We can't take that risk.

But you may be able
to reverse the process.

"May" being the operative word.

Nikola's really done it
this time.

His creations
are better, stronger,

even deadlier than he is.

Conventional means of control
are no longer sufficient.

What if we can't put the genie
back in the bottle?

These people know what they
are, and now they have Nikola.

Wait, you think they're going
to start pumping out vampires?

I do, and unless we find a
way to stop them immediately,

we could be looking
at a full resurrection

of the deadliest race
of abnormals

ever to roam the earth.

I know how Nikola thinks.

He would never create something
that he couldn't destroy,

or at the very least, control.

So you're saying there's
a failsafe somewhere?

[Kate]: Like a kill-switch
that'll un-vamp the vamps?

It makes sense.

He'd never let his work
get compromised.

[Will]: Right, but what is it?
- [Kate]: And where is it?

Didn't Tesla say the timeline
for the vampires

was, like, 30 years
or something?

So he'd have to have
hidden it somewhere

that he could be certain
would still be around then.

Right, some place solid,
secure, like a... a bank.

Or a vault.

A Sanctuary.

Dammit, that was
the last Borges,

and I was positive.

Nikola so loves Jorge's
"A New Refutation of Time."

Hey, what about Trollope?

[Magnus]: No, it's not his taste.

[Magnus]: Try Whitman.

[Magnus]: He went through a
free-verse phase for a while.

So that's Curie, Einstein,
and Hawking down.

[Magnus]: Nothing?

No. No hollowed-out
compartments,

no hidden failsafe schematics,

[Kate]: just a bunch of wine
stains on the first editions.

[Kate]: Looks like
fang-boy's a real slob.

[Magnus and Will snicker]

Hey!

Not to be a Debbie Downer,

but isn't this
one hell of a long shot?

[Magnus]: And the alternative?

[Kate]: I don't know.

[Magnus]: Exactly.
Keep looking.

[Will]: Hey... Over here.

[Magnus]: What did you find?

[Will]: It's what I didn't find.
Dust.

Squeaky clean.

The '45 Bordeaux. Bastard.

That was a gift from Winston.

Churchill.

D-day.

Long story.

Now, either that's
a lot of sediment, or...

[Smash]

[Kate]: Yeah, baby.

Great. What is it?

Must be some kind of
weapon, knowing Nikola.

[Kate]: So how do we figure
out how to use it?

[Magnus]: Well, that's quite simple.

We ask the inventor.

[Chad]: Look, I know that you're pissed
that we messed up your plan,

but you gotta give us
some credit.

[Chad]: Thanks to
what we've learned

from your blood sample,
it, uh...

Well, it looks like
we've cracked the code.

Well, forgive me
if I don't applaud.

You know, by duplicating
your experiment,

I could turn anyone I want
into a vampire.

Unstoppable army, anyone?
- God help us all.

I don't get you.

Isn't this what you wanted,
the preeminent race reborn?

On my terms, not yours.

See, kid, you've stolen
my life's work,

and you've destroyed my dream,

but really, what's worse
than all that, you little punk,

is the arrogance to presume

that you even have a clue
what you're doing.

You still don't get it, huh, gramps?
- Hmm-mm.

We are your dream.
- No, you're my nightmare.

You know, I really wanted us
to work together.

I did.

You'd be my mentor,
teach us the ways of the race,

but all you want to do
is bitch and moan.

You know,
you're just like my dad,

my coaches, and my profs.

There's no sense of possibility.

You know, you may be immortal,
but you died a long time ago.

Do you have any idea
who you're talking to here, huh?

Oh, right, the uh...
the king of vampires.

You're nothing
but a giant pain in the ass.

I'll see you next century.

What do you want?

I mean, clearly, you're
the man with the plan, so...

[Kate]: You call this a plan?

[Kate]: Whatever happened to

the good old
stake through the heart?

[Will]: Doesn't work.

[Kate]: What about all
those movies like Buffy or--

[Magnus]: Misinformation propaganda

spread by the vampires
themselves.

Confuse the enemy,
preserve the race.

[Kate]: What about exposing
them to sunlight or garlic--

[Will]: All you get is tanned
vampires with bad breath.

Besides, we don't
want to kill them.

We want to help them.

No, I'm thinking kill them.

Yeah.
Trust-fund vampires?

I'm thinking she's right.

[Magnus]: Granted, but it
wasn't their choice.

They may be rich, spoiled,
insolent children,

but that doesn't mean
we shouldn't save them.

That's a terrible sales pitch.

[Kate]: Yeah...

[Kate]: So it's just us against
a bunch of badass

blood-sucking immortals, huh?

Well, it's a good thing
we have our magic glass stick

that we don't know how to use.

Otherwise, I would be worried.

[Will]: All right.

You ever done this move before?

Are you kidding?
I invented it.

[Tesla]: Bram Stoker?
Alcoholic Irish hack.

Bats, indeed.

Helen...

Nikola.

Oh, ow!

[Tesla]: Struggle, and he'll
break your arms.

Look what we found.

Well, well, well,
the appetizers have arrived.

Well, this is the last time
I come to your rescue.

I'm sorry to say that's true.

Tie them up.

[Tesla]: And no feeding
until I say.

It's good to be king again.

If we ever get out of this
alive, I'll kill him.

Me first.

Both of you, back of the line.

[Magnus]: Well, it's about time!

Before you thank me--

[Magnus]: Thank you?

[Tesla]: You're welcome.
I just saved all of your lives.

[Will]: Really?
You expect us to believe that?

What, you didn't believe

that little display
out there, did you?

No, that was just melodrama
for the peanut gallery.

Well, then, let's end
this stupidity right now.

[Kate]: Yeah, untie us.

[Tesla]: What is it with
kids these days?

All right, where is it?

My failsafe? The '45 Bordeaux,
tell me you brought it.

You were taking an awful chance
that we'd actually find it.

[Tesla]: Yes, but, Helen,

we've known each other
for 100-plus years.

I think I know your mind by now.

Left side.

I've often wondered
what this moment would be like.

Me...
You tied up.

[Tesla]: It's a shame you
brought the children.

Focus, Nikola.

[Tesla]: Ah...

Okay, so what is that thing?

I call it...
the De-vamper!

You're a genius,

and that is the best name
you could come up with?

Watch it.

If this is
some sort of weapon,

what's its power source?

You're looking at him.

Fascinating.
Now untie us.

No, you're safer tied up here.

[Magnus]: What are you
going to do?

I'm going to teach those
kids some manners.

[Will - quietly]: Oh, come on...
- Oh, dear.

I think Nikola's about to
bite off more than he can chew.

Hey.

You know, you have such command
of the Queen"s English.

[Buzzing]

This thing works like a charm.

[ex-vamp gasps]

What happened?

You're fired.

[Will]: Oh, this is
driving me nuts.

Okay, look, why don't you, uh,
why don't you try to reach--

[Kate]: D-don't.
- Just reach down--

[Kate]: No.
- Can you-can you feel it?

[Will]: Oh, crap.

[Will]: Magnus...

I'm trying.

[Kate]: Faster is better.

[Magnus]: Ah... Ah, yes.

[Will]: Hey, well done.

So, any time.

[Magnus]: Right.
- [Will]: Ow.

Unnecessary, but appreciated.

You're welcome.

What the hell did you do to me?

You'll thank me in the morning.

Sit! Stay!

You should have
stayed in med school.

Nicely done.

It's all in the wrist action.

[Kate]: Hey!

Toss it over, or I'll kill her.

[Tesla]: Oh, not that old chestnut.

Put it down.

Trust me, son,
this will all end in tears.

Do it!

[Tesla]: Helen, I'm famished.

[Tesla]: Do you think you could
light the barbecue?

Doubtful.
They're only tranqs.

[Tesla]: Pity.
Perhaps I could help?

How very gracious of you.

[Kate]: Magnus, shoot him!
- [Chad]: Shut up.

Listen to me.
I'll slice her, man.

[Tesla]: Hey, hey, hey, Chad,
my man, my bro.

We can work this out.

It's not too late to hit rewind.

Don't mess with me.

I'm sensing there's
some anger here.

[Chad]: So...

[Chad]: We were going to
rule the world together, huh?

[Tesla]: See, the thing is,
I'm more of a one-man show.

So this was all
some sort of set-up, huh?

Well, what can I say?
Never trust anyone over 130.

Helen...
- Yeah.

[Loud flaming woosh]

[Tesla]: You little...

I-I can't... I can't...

Nikola.

I can't...

Well, I hope
you're all happy now.

I'm ordinary.

[Will]: Hey, there you are.
I was looking for you.

[Magnus]: I'm sorry, Will.

You must be holding
dinner for me.

[Will]: Yeah, except it's
ten o'clock.

[Will]: You've been in here
for six hours.

Oh.

[Will]: Have you gotten
anywhere, at least?

I'm afraid not.

I've been trying to splice
together Nikola's normal DNA

with abnormal strands
from Laura...

but it's not working.

[Will]: Well, can't you use
his research to help?

I have been.

His cells are rejecting
the synthetic vector he created.

Quite simply,

there's no way to reverse
the effects of his De-vamper,

speaking of which...

[Will]: He's in the
lab with Laura.

He's trying to cobble together
an energy source

with enough juice
to power the De-vamper,

now that he can't do it himself.

[Will]: And I'm guessing
he figured it out.

Well, I guess I'd better
break the news to him.

Could you send him
to my office, please?

Yeah, sure.

[Will]: Hey, are you okay?

Hmm?

[Will]: This really bothers
you, doesn't it?

- the fact that you can't
get his powers back.

No, it's not that.

[Will]: Well, I should hope not.

I mean, the guy"s been
a thorn in your side

for what, a century?

Why are you working so hard
to turn him back into a vampire?

Nostalgia, perhaps?

With Watson and Griffin dying,

John's departure,
and now Nikola...

You're the last of The Five.

[Magnus]: So?

[Tesla]: Yes, it's done.

Laura is back to her sniveling,
spoiled self.

Oh.

This may cheer you up.

Oh, the Premier Cru?
You must be feeling guilty.

You can't seriously
blame me for this?

Forgive me, Helen.

It's just my soul-crushing
depression talking.

I'm not myself.

[Magnus]: On the contrary.

You are your real self again.

Human, mortal.

Watch your language.

I'm sorry, Nikola,
but it's true.

I've tried everything
I can think of.

There's simply no way
to re-vamp you.

You see how this puts
a crimp in my plans

for world domination?

Not to say I won't keep trying.

I would expect nothing less.

Very well.

If this is to be a wake,
then let's do it properly.

Join me in a toast.

To happier times.

To those halcyon days
of bloodlust now gone,

plus you gotta admit,
vampires are just plain cool.

Amen.

Here's to the glorious
Vampire Race,

once mighty, now extinct.

[Tesla]: Mmm...

[Metallic "schwing"]

Well...

I can work with that.

Azra Young was the daughter of
actor Jonathan Young (Nikola Tesla).

Azra (14), along with her cousins
Phoebe (10) and Fergus (14)

died July 23rd, 2009, in a cabin fire.