DreadClub: Vampire's Verdict (2024) Movie Script

Gather and hear this...
the greatest love story ever told.
Two lovers from feuding families, the De Ves...
and the Dravidians, a bloodline tangled, who...
plotted ruin and despair and murder.
When their son and daughter...
Emril and Elysee fell in love...
and then the vampire's curse took them.
The families blamed each other.
Tragedy, obsession and murder ensued.
And so the story asks, can true love last forever?
[thunder booms]
80 years ago, Bone Cove College became the...
unwitting crucible for the legacy of...
Dr. Peter De Ve, a writer whose 1940s love story...
Apocalyptica, was a vampire phenomenon.
- Dax! - Ah, sorry.
- How's my hair? - Soaking!
The novel details a romance...
between the heirs of two feuding families
and the curse that came between them.
You see in the novel...
the doomed lovers could lift the vampire's curse...
so long as they murdered three innocent...
victims and offered up their hearts...
on the August 20th Blood Moon.
And every Blood Moon on Bone Cove, copycat murders...
follow, in a symbolic attempt to lift the...
lovers' curse.
This year, the campus is shaken as the death of...
freshman Sienna Weaver fell on the day...
of the first murder on May 18th...
Dax!
Sorry!
Point the camera at the library behind me.
The library Pietra is where Dread Club...
dedicated to the story of Apocalyptica...
was known to meet every Saturday midnight.
Of course, no one is there tonight...
for it has been banned on campus for nearly 30 years.
Clara Boon, sophomore at Bone Cove College.
Okay, now let's get some shots of gargoyles.
Our electrics about to fry.
Dax, let's try and stay optimistic, okay?
Dread Club, commence!
Gothic literature distills the entire human...
condition down to one single genre.
Love, obsession, pride. It's all there.
I mean, why do women like vampire novels so much?
It's a love so brilliant, it is poison.
- Betty? - It's something bigger...
Than anything the world can offer.
Why can't the world offer it?
Maybe that's the point of art.
- Bullshit! - Art has to be better than reality.
That's bullshit. You know why? You're dating...
Harrison, the biggest jock on campus.
So?
There's no art in that baby.
Well, at least she's dating someone.
- Far cry from a vampire. - First of all...
I don't see how that's relevant.
He's a nice guy. Elysee says to her father, the more...
of me you take, the more of me you lose.
Gothic literature is about healing from scars...
that can't be healed.
- That's because of childbirth. - What are you...
talking about?
Okay, A woman's life is physically painful.
Ripping open for a brood.
Naturally she's looking for
trauma. Then healing and art.
Horror movies, vampire movies, serial killer videos.
What about men?
Men look for heroic acts in art.
It's called the Hero's Journey.
Duels to the death, vengeance. Everything for honor.
Okay, then what's the hero's journey for women?
The hero's journey for women?
- Isn't it obvious? - Enlighten us, Felix.
The choice between sex with a billionaire...
- and sex with a vampire. - Ideally both being...
- the same person. - That's the dumbest thing I've...
ever heard. - No, seriously, what was...
that whole vampire craze a decade ago?
- I was never into that. - The Vampire Diaries.
- Mortal Instruments, True Blood. - So?
I was never into vampire guys.
Betty, what kind of guys did you like?
I don't know. Nice guys? Funny guys?
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer? - Not my type.
Okay, we get it!
Women like vampires!
What difference does that make?
Admit it!
You, Betty Gray, want to have sex with vampires.
Okay, look, if a vampire was a nice guy...
if he was a funny guy, I might have sex with vampires.
- She admits it. - But one, I'm not...
gonna let him be biting me.
Two, I won't see it as a long term relationship...
Three, none of that haunted shit.
You wanna brood vampire, get your shit together.
- Ha ha, Betty Gray, a vampires lover! - Whatever.
- He's just kidding. - That would never happen. Not ever.
So drop it, okay? Besides, I'm
getting engaged to Harrison...
so it may not be a Gothic level romance...
but it'll do!
Ah... Yeah.
- Betty, what's wrong? - What's wrong?
You know I'm just a goof.
- Don't listen to anything I say. - None of us do.
Ah, okay.
Ever since Sienna died, I feel like I'm being watched...
and on the way here, I heard breathing behind me...
something...
- not human. - You sure you're...
- not being paranoid? - Listen...
before I went inside, I turned...
and I saw something shining in the grass.
- What was it? - It was like a little glimmering thing...
like it swallowed up my eyes and I knew I had to get out...
because it was... alive.
Wow. It's a cereal box necklace.
It's just a necklace, Betty.
No, it's not. You guys see this?
It's another Dread Club locket!
Hey, that's illegal on campus.
- We should report it. - You dumb ass!
What? What?
- We've all got one. We're Dread Club too.
No, this is different.
It's way more expensive.
It means there's another Dread Club on campus.
But that's not allowed.
- They'll get expelled. - Felix, do you have...
any self-awareness at all?
If there's another Dread Club...
we should meet them, don't you think?
That could be dangerous.
- What if it belongs to the Killer? - Betty,
- it's a bad idea. - Hmm...
- Oh no.
- We stake this very spot. - No, Betty, no way.
We snap his photo when he comes back for it.
We have finals.
This is more important.
Someone's life could be in danger.
Yeah, ours.
I'm worried about your grades, Betty.
You always get caught up in things and lose track.
- But you're right, this could be a lead. - Alright, Liam.
- Felix, carry on. - She meant you.
She meant you.
I meant the both of you fools!
Sorry, I have to go pack.
- She meant you're the fool. - You're the fool she meant.
You!
You!
[ethereal music]
I knew it was coming. I just didn't know it was...
so soon. Goodbye Emril
Elysee!
If you jump, you will not die.
You know that. We have both tried...
to kill ourselves every possible way.
You tore their bodies limb by limb!
There is no other path, but together.
You enjoyed it.
Elysee, long as I stand, I will never kill again...
and I will never curse another soul.
So long as you stay by my side.
Liam, what is a monster?
The vampiric nature of capitalism.
Come, now, you can do better than that.
- Or maybe the animal within. - The most interesting...
religions see material reality
as irredeemable, as opposed
to others, which worship material reality.
Betty, what is love?
He's taking me to four continents.
I'll accept that only for today. Liam?
- Love isn't real. - You mean we act the part?
You can try, but it will never live up to the ideal.
- Interesting. - Because in a fallen world,
ideals are just ideas.
Okay, so if love is an ideal, then what is a vampire?
The opposite of an ideal. The horror...
of something we can't conceive.
A vampire is the opposite of God.
Well, I'm going to let you go.
Liam's completely lost it. Except...
for those enrolled in summer class. And Betty.
Huh?
- Ha ha. What is love, Betty? - I should have just said,
ice cream!
- So Betty, I was meaning to ask. - Guys, guys!
- You won't believe this lads. I got him. - Got who?
- Oh, no kidding. - After douchebag went home,
You left Felix there?
- I thought... Ugh. - There was a sound...
- and I had my camera right out. I got him.
But he didn't see you, did he?
Of course not...
I just stood there like a tree! Check it out!
Felix is a genius! We got the campus killer!
Come on Betty. We don't know that.
Pale makeup, no hair, red eyes and lipstick.
Is that your family reunion? - Guys...
- That is a damn demon killer man.
- Guys, come on. - May, June, July...
and Liam and I will be on campus.
Statistically, one of us will die.
- Police, maybe? - No! I'll crumble under...
any line of questioning.
- I'll give up Dread Club on the spot. - He's right.
Felix can't be trusted for anything.
Liam, come on. What's wrong with you?
- Oh, he is a jokester, isn't he? - We're just playing,
- Betty, get on our level. - You all right?
- You okay?
I thought you guys might be upset because I'll be gone,
but I just realized, I'll be upset!
- There's no travel in the modern world. - He's right.
You'll be texting us around the clock.
Dread Club, assemble!
But the police! They're gonna wanna know a feral,
pale monster is roaming the quad at night.
- Liam, you don't need that vacuum service - Only way...
I'm getting a girl's number this summer.
- Why don't you just ask her out? - While she's on...
vacation getting engaged?
- Forget it. I just want her to be happy. - I'll take one.
Well, last night I couldn't sleep
because the necklace, it lets off this bright light.
I went to turn off the battery...
but there wasn't a battery.
- And I swear it started singing. - A singing necklace.
It's not a Dread Club locket.
There's no picture in the book.
Maybe you should be looking at a different book.
Like one for exorcism.
I was planning to wear it for Harrison.
He said he is not gonna be seen in public
with a girl wearing that.
She'll be accused of being a witch!
Or a really bad singer.
- Clara, you're so funny. - Oh, Betty, what can I say?
- You're a classic fixer, - Like cabinet fixing?
- I just call the RA. - Sure, Betty...
like cabinet fixing...
Clara?
Clara?
Some people can't be fixed.
- I didn't. - He should...
not be telling you what to wear.
You should be wearing that necklace if you want to.
Oh, Clara, you're my best friend,
but you shouldn't be getting involved in my...
relationship with Harrison.
You choose jerks like Harrison, who treat you badly!
Why are you saying these things?
Marko Summer. Remember Mr...
Greco, a 40-year-old guy, Betty!
That's like... immoral.
- For him!
You chose a guy who has cheated on every...
single girl he's dated.
Well, not me. - Not yet.
Classic fixer. Tell her Dax.
Classic.
- See? Dax doesn't lie. - Thank you Dax.
No problem.
Maybe they're just interesting!
I don't know!
Or you're gullible.
Or maybe I just have the worst luck in the world!
- Calm down, Betty. - I don't get why you chose now...
to say all this to me.
- That was really selfish of you! - Betty. Come back.
I'm an objective party.
You can trust me. Now, chill, Betty Gray
Ladies.
- Dean Morgan? - In my office right now.
- You're not listening. - It's too...
horrid a thing to hear.
You're going to have to come clean.
What did you tell Maria?
Betty? You should have an attorney present.
I asked her to join Dread Club. I wasn't thinking.
I thought it would be fun.
You went and bought special order necklaces.
You snuck into the library every Saturday night.
A lot of thought went into breaking these rules.
I'm really sorry, Dean Morgan.
I've been screwing up all semester...
and my tuition payment is way late.
I've had a lot on my mind.
I just wanted to have something...
special for us... outcasts.
Outcasts!? Outcasts should be focusing on getting...
in if you ask me.
I guess you're right.
Well, it's been an educational meeting...
- Dean Morgan, goodbye. - Bye, Mr. Morgan.
You leave, you're both expelled!
Aw! We're in Bone Cove, the home of Apocalyptica...
you can't stop us from reading the book!
I can and I will.
You jerk. It's on every advertisement, then...
- you ban it when you've got us hooked! - How dare you!
- Fuck you! - Betty! - I resign.
If I'm getting expelled, I'm going down swinging!
Mr. Morgan, she's insane.
After the May 18th death, the campus is not...
- risking it. Do we understand each other?
- I guess. - Good.
See? He gets it.
- He seems to be a reasonable man. - Handshake?
Do not budge one inch.
Betty, I'm short on staff...
for entry level classes for summer school.
He's giving you another chance.
First you'll call Harrison...
and cancel your vacation. - Oh god!
Then I'll inform your RA in Atticus Hall,
your dorm room will stay active this summer.
- No way. Mr. Morgan. - No?
I have a trip with my...
boyfriend!
Then you're expelled. Simple as that.
- You'll stay and teach. - Fine.
If their grades average at a C...
your overdue tuition will be covered by the college.
Fine.
You lead a book club every Saturday, all semester...
you'll be a phenomenal teacher.
Yeah, Yeah, come on.
- You just don't know it yet. - Betty Gray!
Clara, I'd like to see her alone.
You are dismissed.
Oh, okay.
Alright. Here we go. Go on...
Yell at me for dropping the F-Bomb.
Betty, I know the trip meant the world to you...
but we have more in common than you think.
- In fact, I share your passions, you know? - Yeah?
Are you aware about Sienna Weaver?
Girl killed herself right on campus.
- Or maybe she was pushed? - Bingo!
In which case there would be two other
murders in the coming months.
I want you to keep Dread Club going.
Wait, what?
For there are other groups, far
more dangerous groups on campus
attempting to recruit members.
You mean other Dread Clubs?
They call themselves the
Fang. They embrace the curse.
They believe the curse is
the true destiny of mankind.
And I have reason to believe
they're on campus right now
seeking members waiting to strike.
You're going to find me the names of The Fang so...
that when they strike, we'll be waiting for them.
- Where do I start? - There is one lead...
a man named Triswald.
Triswald managed to gain the trust
of the Fang's inner circle.
He fed us valuable information, which led
to several arrests.
We declared the Fang defeated...
but now we have reason to believe they're back.
- But he is... expelled?
Lot of them just...
stick around.
Dread Club! Opening credits!
[funky rock music]
Excuse me. Have you seen a necklace?
It's very important to me.
Just keep an eye out. Okay?
Just let me know if you find it, okay?
Excuse me.
I'm looking for something important. A necklace.
Have you seen it?
And remember to clean your trash.
It is the only way my darling. Would we miss it,
the curse shall last forever.
You promised never to indulge.
You looked into my eyes and you promised.
I will bear the burden best I can.
I will do the murders. But the third must fall on you.
Elysee, you must do it when the time has come.
I wondered perhaps if I would not succumb...
Elysee, so long as you do the kill, you will not succumb.
If I I I did not do the kill, perhaps I'd not succumb.
You would succumb my darling.
The hunger is too great to bear.
Elysee, now!
So came time for Elysee.
Her hand could barely hold the gun. Her arm trembled.
You'll damn us.
The Blood Moon, my darling. You must do it.
Please, you must, you must free us. Squeeze the trigger.
End his life.
He's just a boy.
Mr. Hawthorne, you're here too?
Did you catch the subtext?
- What's that? - This way.
Okay, so she didn't kill the boy...
because a part of her wanted to succumb.
- You mean? - Oh yeah.
- And? - Uh huh.
Tempting, isn't it? A hunger so bad...
that she would give up her humanity.
What's the point in lifting a curse if you never...
got to indulge in it?
So the Fang are Dravidians?
Always were. They have one interest...
and nothing else to destroy the De Ves
and anything that gets in their way...
And it's their fault they got...
cursed to begin with. - Correct.
And Elysee was a Dravidian too.
Yes, that's correct. They carry this Gnostic notion...
that Elysee, like Eve, freed humanity...
rather than damning us.
They were gypsies. They resented the elitism...
of those Gothic castles and suits and ware. Still do.
Hmm? Your necklaces. Where did you get them?
Darling, of course we...
We're in Bone Cove, everyone has these.
That's funny. I thought those were Dread Club.
Oh, strange.
- But they're, but they're, I mean, we got...
...Them on eBay. Really cheaply.
Oh, come on, we can come clean.
Coming clean, yet?
It's a pleasure to meet a fellow traveler!
- Felix! Fine. We're Dread Club. - He said it not me.
I thought I knew every Dread Club on campus.
Must have slipped right through my fingers.
- And guess what? - What? - We actually have...
our meetings in Pietra.
Interesting.
Liam! I mean. He means the library!
Impressive. Can you show me how?
Yes! - No!
I mean just in case I need
to burgle a bunch of old books.
- Our club leader, Betty Gray, arranged it. - Betty Gray.
- She found a real nice leather - Leather jacket!
Oh! I'd like to see it...
- Boys? - Yes?
I mean, if she wouldn't mind a new member.
Oh no. She's always recruiting.
Sure, we're meeting tonight.
- Tomorrow. - Tonight.
Fellas?
- Miss? - Bananas!
Midnight, I assume?
Dread Club, arise!
Clever way to get in...
garbage dump, scaling the wall...
a couple roof hops. It's nice...
to meet such a resourceful team!
- This is Betty... - ...Gray.
Pleased to meet you.
The pleasure is mine.
You have done something no other Dread Club has...
done in 30 years.
Find your way into the original meeting place.
That's because she was a Vietnam veteran, you know!
- Felix! - Always forced to climb up trees...
or crawl through tunnels.
Well, it's been a rough week.
Dean Morgan's put me between a rock and a hard place.
Risk my neck or lose my scholarship.
It's like choosing how I wanna be buried.
- Preferably in a golden coffin - Preferably alive.
- That's Bone Cove freshmen for you. - Sophomores.
Sometimes the grave isn't the darkest outcome.
Last month, my brother Duchamps lost his
girlfriend to suicide.
- Really sorry to hear that. - Yeah. Major bummer.
Wait, do you mean Sienna Weaver?
Correct. My name is Sophie Emilia Pietra De Ve.
We are Peter De Ve's grandchildren.
An honor, Queen of Darkness!
Milady to host royalty among us is...
More than we could imagine.
Please, stand up.
This formality is unnecessary.
- Royalty or not. Your presence is - An initiation.
Sophie De Ve. Welcome to Dread Club.
Will I get my necklace mail ordered?
- Sophie's looking for hers. She misplaced it. - Betty?
- Maybe it's in a lost and found! - Sadly, I've...
checked every single one on campus. Oh,
I'll keep an eye out. - I'm sure you
will.
You know some have a thing
of putting their necklaces on...
The table side by side during the meeting.
- We don't do that! - Can I see yours?
Just to see if it's up to proper code?
You can see mine.
Oh, you guys are silly. I'm only kidding.
How have I never heard that a De Ve is on campus?
Well, the truth is, Duchamps is our little secret.
Did you know Sienna well?
She was a troubled girl, obsessed with the story.
Little old her just decided...
to throw herself off a building.
Typical De Ve summer, anyway.
Fielding another onslaught from the Dravidians.
How are the Dravidians involved?
They're financing the lawsuit.
How can you prove she was pushed, anyway, it's a.
He-said-she-said, well, he-said-he-said situation.
So many want him dead.
But his former guitarist, Triswald...
is helping him in that regard.
She said he was his guitarist
and now he hired him as his bodyguard.
I've never heard of a De Ve rock band!
Let's ask Jamboree. Guitarist named
Triswald.
No dice, daddio.
Try first name, last name.
Guitarist, first name Tris, last name Wald.
No-go, girlfriend.
Not much of a help.
It doesn't know any...
Ask it if it's an amalgam.
Guitarists with any combinations of first...
Last, or middle name forming the word Triswald.
One yellow dot... two...
three.
Thomas Rye Walderson, guitarist.
Oh my god!
- Good thinking, Betty. - Thank you, Jamboree.
You're welcome.
You don't have to thank the AI, Betty.
Oh, sorry!
They had a goth rock band in 2015 playing...
Right on campus here at Bone Cove.
All the song titles are...
disturbing.
Turn them inside out, bleed them dry.
Betwixt, Orgy of the Freshman Girls.
The lead singer was a guy named Duchamps.
The article said they were caught dealing weed!
And get this, the name of the band...
- Dread Club! - Monster Fang.
Dread Club?
- Hey, it was as good a guess as any! - Stupid ass! - Bully.
We have to find a way to get in with Duchamps.
Jamboree? Should we meet Duchamps?
One yellow, two yellow, three!
They couldn't exactly expel Duchamps.
The family endowment is too great.
They just had to accept this
glaring sore on the campus.
Can you maybe put us in touch?
Eh, look, you're nice girls...
But this will be a problem.
Why?
You see, my brother believes he's a vampire.
What?
He believes he's the guardian of the...
family curse.
- Curse. - Like as a fantasy?
No... like really.
So he... eats women? - That's a werewolf, Betty.
He lures in nice girls due to his connection...
with the novel, and... feeds.
The rock band was just his first way to get girls.
He was feeding off the crowd.
They would hallucinate.
Rock and roll, baby.
- Betty likes that! - Now he just deals weed!
I guess that fits the profile of a...
guy spending seven years in college. - Ha!
Betty, I found the weed dealer!
Excuse me, you found what?
I mean...
I found Duchamps!
How'd you do it?
Hey, tell me where to get ganja, now!
He wants to meet at midnight at the De Ve Cemetery.
Oh, don't play along. Don't meet him there.
Dax and I could shoot there!
Clara, is your documentary worth your life?
Maybe...
He'll just straight up try to eat you.
That's werewolves, Betty. Vampires seduce you, and...
- frankly, that's the best way to die. - Jamboree...
should Clara meet Duchamp's
at midnight in a graveyard?
- Hey, you only live once! - Hey, Jamboree.
That is socially irresponsible!
A carriage has rolled beyond the hill.
There are men with guns.
They were Dravidians, Elysee. They killed to frame me.
To stop our love.
You speak of my mother, my father. It isn't true.
Out my way.
You promised.
They've rolled past the trees!
Emril, you can't.
You promised.
- Out! - They're at the road!
You will just affirm you are a monster.
- You'll prove them right. - They're at the...
door.
Elysee chained herself inside a coffin...
burying herself in a shipwreck
at the bottom of the ocean.
Emril lived on, doing terrors in the night,
getting vengeance against the world...
embracing the monster that he was.
Or maybe we do what we have to do to survive. - Stay back.
Wouldn't stand there. They can be a bit... grabby.
Clara, if you're really going to the graveyard,
- take this. - I have bear spray.
I miss that taste. Great for sandwiches,
Dax, run!
He'll tear you to shreds!
- Okay, goodbye! - Wait, wait, there's a misunderstanding.
I'm not here to kill anyone.
- I am here to meet Clara Boon. - Well...
I am waiting for Duchamps.
You're not so bright upstairs, are you?
I have specially grown weed from the DV Biolab.
This is ten times more potent than any other weed...
so don't OD.
Oh, so you're...
I'm Duchamps Essesiex Pietra De Ve.
I'm Duchamps.
- What's DV Biolab? - It's part of our endowment.
A lot of research going on.
What about your rock band?
Betwixt?
A Miami Vampire?
That you?
What can I say? Fit right in...
- with the 80s revival. - I'd
love to record an interview with a vampire.
You all steal everything from
Gen X, don't you? But sorry.
No videos, and please no mention of my band.
That was a cringey time for all of us.
Duchamps?
Are you here to see Duchamps?
You're here for Duchamps?
Oh my God. Won't the blood rush to your head?
I thought the three of us could go on a date
and whoever treats me best can be my girlfriend.
Hell, I'll probably end up sleeping with you both.
Excuse me, are De Ves always
so cocky and presumptuous?
Always.
What is the difference between...
the Fang and Dread Club?
To keep freshman girls busy, it seems.
And why did the band split?
Guitarists can't sing. Singers can't, well...
Did you push Sienna off that building?
Maybe she was training for a trapeze act.
He's very callous if his girlfriend died.
Yeah, what a jerk.
Or maybe death is not the end.
The song title, the lyrics,
a thousand kisses for every fang?
In the shadows where lost souls hang.
Blood, sweets nectar on lips that clang.
A dance macabre in deaths harangue. A thousand...
kisses for every fang.
I guess it meant for every Dread Club, there's a fang.
It means for every action, there's a reaction...
or perhaps it means love is poison...
and the Dravidians hate us.
They're enraged that we were the ones
with a claim to the divine.
They started this secret cult, the Fang...
to oppose everything we do on campus.
What is it you're doing on campus?
Next question.
Uhhh...
What is this lawsuit against you?
The next lawsuit culminates on Blood Moon.
It involves the novel itself.
They're claiming Peter De Ve is...
is an amalgam for Pietra Italy.
Meaning if the novel doesn't belong to a person,
but a family, then if they win the novel...
Then they win the name De Ve and everything we own.
- We're happy to help. - Hey, no problem.
Analeigh has been working tirelessly
for her thesis showing,
but her arms too weak to carry paintings around.
Oh, and I brought donuts if you want.
- She can't lift one pound? - Ey, She's injured, mate.
Felix is correct. Analeigh has fibromyalgia.
Now let's get to work, shall we?
Felix, while I have you.
- Yeah. - My cousin, Analeigh she has few friends...
and spends most her time alone.
- Bummer. - Would you take care of her?
Who, me? Like on a date?
Oh, yes.
Could I see her picture?
You are seeing them all around.
I mean a photo of herself.
You ask for too much!
You will see her and be her date!
Oh, okay!
Let the pain end.
Let the pain end for once. - For...
god's sake, Elysee, you must feed.
No god that I pray to would...
listen to the thing I am.
- My love... - And yet I would not change it,
Emril, regardless of my fate...
I would not change it for the world.
Please, Elysee.
And you will not know which corner...
of the world I shall be buried.
You must not say such things.
Elysee...
She was intent on you not knowing...
She had left this morning.
I will scourge the earth to find her!
That was not her wish. Emril.
She'll be buried somewhere in the world...
chained in a coffin, in eternal hunger and torment.
No!
She simply could not bear it.
- No. - I am sorry my friend.
Elysee!
Who are you?
Emril, I am your friend.
How did you get in my room?
You took sanctuary in my church.
Are you going to hurt me? Do you have a name?
- Please. - Emril, no!
My name is Betty Gray. I will
be your summer school teacher.
Ha. She's way too young to teach us.
You know, at your age, people my age look...
- Shut your damn ass! - Come get it! I see that!
Excuse me, no cigarettes in class!
- Make me. - I will.
No cellphones!
I said make me.
Hell yeah, dawg.
Hit that.
Now if we just look... guys?
- Bazoya. - Make me.
This will be a long summer!
Everyone stand now!
I'm teaching my class right now!
Ay, ay, you tell him!
This is absurd to send a SWAT team for a necklace!
This isn't any necklace, lady, something's happened.
- What happened? - Not at liberty to say.
Students, by next week...
The law can't interrupt us being educated.
The last three pages and the homework listed...
in your workbook.
Oh, you can't be in here! - Everyone stay down!
Oh, come on. They're art students...
what are they gonna do!?
Hit you with a paintbrush!?
Excuse me, that is campus art!
- You can't take that. That is student art! - Is that...
real blood on this canvas?
It pig's blood. It is artistic!
We are the police. Everyone stay calm.
- This is a total abuse of your authority! - Turn...
- around, arrest her! - For what!?
For what!? - For...
impeding a police investigation.
Oh, shove it up your ass!
He's moving. We've got eyes through the window.
Suspect is in motion. Bedroom. Two heads.
- Go, go, go. Now! - Do it.
[door knocking]
- What is it, this time? - Officer, can you...
tell us the name of the second victim?
Get this Dixie out the way.
Hey! I'm a campus journalist!
Dad, the police are everywhere.
Clara was with the girl last night.
They're calling it an OD.
Ugh, you've gotta figure out your debt...
Betty. They're calling the house now.
That's what you care about?
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
He just won't answer my texts!
You're not there for an education.
You're there to find the love of your life...
who you promised me was Harrison.
Yeah. Okay, I've gotta go.
He won't answer your texts? What kind of a
relationship is that?
You're impossible, you know that?
Betty, you are losing him.
I'm looking at his Instagram.
- You don't care about anything. - Oh, don't start.
I don't want you to be alone like me.
There's been a murder and you couldn't care less.
There's been a murder that could easily have been me...
and you only care about stupid things.
Betty, your debt collector's calling the house.
I am working on it. But the...
[RUSSIAN RANT]
[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]
You're driving me crazy!
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
Betty, listen to me...
[EXTENDED RUSSIAN RANT]
Whatever.
Yeah, okay, whatever.
- So you're the expert now? - Yes, I am expert.
You haven't dated since 1987.
Teach?
Marquise, is that you?
I need my phone back.
Her name was Sarah Miller.
You were seen with her last night.
Between her and Sienna...
we may toss you in jail and throw away the key.
This is not the 19th century.
The De Ves are no longer immune to the law.
I'm afraid the times are changing, old chap...
Brutal truth, Triswald.
But times change back. You know that yourself.
It's a legacy surname at this point.
The university is ill of it.
Tell that to the board and
our many active endowments.
Murder has a way of changing things.
Two murders have a way of changing everything...
That will be decided in court.
Unless we are giving way
from rule of law on this campus.
Not the first time and certainly not the last.
And you are officially his attorney?
Bodyguard...
- actually, but I see no reason why not. - Hell...
why not? Triswald will be acting as my attorney.
Chomps, I'm completely flattered.
I have always sought such functions!
It's a dream come true! - That would
be a very bad idea.
What can I say? Show trials deserve show lawyers.
- Would you take a look? - May I...
consult with my attorney first?
Duchamps, do not look at it. Oh, I admire his
work.
It's a bloody mess.
It's like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Seems like the work of the Fang.
I mean, if you care for my expert opinion. Go on Duchamp.
Give them what they want. Have a peeksy
Look.
My merch is pretty strong,
but it's not strong enough to tear someone apart.
And by merch, I'd like to clarify...
he means exotic tadpole exchange.
- Plus I have an alibi. - Yes, an alibi, your Honor.
Perfect timing. Oh, let's have a party...
Kill someone last night?
Looking a little disheveled, are we?
Might you contain your outbursts?
Or is it too tempting? Too deep within?
- Deeper than that. - Still...
you are the monster that your...
- name demands. - Your Honor...
this mad woman has no bearing on our case.
- There's no judge here. - Under the weather?
Yes, it seems that I've been stolen from...
Dr. Jekyll.
And I see you've brought the idiot
for yet another role he isn't suited for!
Mr. Hyde at your service.
- Subtle, Triswald. - Madam Frankenstein.
Mr. Ass.
And to that point, I have an alibi.
Say hi, Clara.
Say it. You're an alibi.
Hi, I'm an alibi...
Wait, do you mean your alibi?
Or the killer?
Dread Club, come together!
This ceremony is dedicated to the latest...
Victim of the Dravidian menace. Sarah Miller.
Dax, hold our hand.
May her soul be at rest.
My parents aren't buying that.
Sarah OD'ed on Fentanyl, and I know that for a fact.
Since Dax overheard something in the hall. Dax?
- A Jackson Pollock painting. - What does that mean?
- Have you seen his paintings? - Yuck. Oh, yuck.
There's more. Duchamp lives
in this weird place called...
Dragon Flats.
- What is that? - It's this exclusive off-campus housing.
When recruited you get placed
into one of three groups, red,
green, and blue.
Each headed by a master dragon.
Duchamp is the red master dragon.
They turned life into an RPG, huh?
Clara, do you get into Dragon Flats?
Betty, you wanna join?
- Hey, maybe I can drive in a dragon car. - And get this...
our favorite guitarist, Triswald.
I met him.
What was he like?
He's Duchamp's acting attorney.
He's basically very aristocratic...
and very condescending.
He's the kind of guy to present...
himself as his own alibi.
- Yes. We have our own name. Felix. - Why'd...
Felix ditch out? That's so unlike him.
He was on a date with Sophie's cousin.
I think maybe Duchamp and
Triswald are working together.
- How do you figure? - Alright guys, hear me out.
Duchamp kills Sienna on May 18th.
He gets her on the rooftop promising to dazzle her
with some vampire magic.
- You can really fly? - Of course it's bullshit.
Oh yeah, I can fly, all right.
He pushes her right off.
And you know what? So can you.
Triswald kills Sarah on June 5th,
Duchamp occupies the girls for several hours.
Meanwhile, Triswald sneaks
her room key, walks to her home,
unlocks the door, and sneaks it back.
He hides in her room then.
- Do you have a name? - Darling,
why of course I have a name, it's your
bloody fucking murder.
I think they passed it back
and forth. Singer. Guitarist.
Now it's Duchamp turned to kill the...
third victim on July 8th
before... - Blood Moon.
So my parents weren't exactly impressed...
by my investigative journalism.
They sent me train tickets home.
Clara, we're gonna miss you so much.
Bitch, they sent me two tickets. One for you.
She's right, Betty, you really shouldn't risk it.
No way, I can take care of myself!
Why don't you join Harrison, mid trip,
and why don't you give me the necklace.
I'll tell Sophie I found it.
She's really losing her mind, trying to find it.
No guys, stop deciding things for me!
Seriously, what is this...
reaching for Gollum's one ring?
No, it's not that. This will sound stupid.
We grew up without much money.
It's all my dad cares about or talks about.
I never had nice things.
Then, when I wear this, I feel... special.
- You are special, Betty. - My skin looks better.
People give me more attention.
So maybe it is like the One Ring.
Maybe it makes me like the best version of myself. And...
Even so the One Ring corrupts the...
person who wears it, Betty.
Look, I'll give it back.
But Sophie's not exactly gonna die...
without it. She can wait a couple weeks.
Fair enough. I'm sorry.
We just care about you. That's all...
I know, guys.
Campus order. No one's going out today.
Got it.
Jamboree. Did Harrison read any of my texts today?
- One yellow... - No can do, chief.
Did Harrison read any of my texts the last three days?
- Private information, compadre. - Jamboree...
Please?
Two yellows, three.
- Zip, zilch. Nada, my friend. - Dammit.
You've got one hour to order dinner.
Remember, no one will be let in after eight.
Got it. Jamboree, order me a DoorDash.
Bank balance negative.
Move it from my savings account.
Also negative.
Can you put it on the credit card?
- Bad idea. - Override.
No way.
Override.
Nooooo...
Please.
This is the worst AI ever!
No [MACHINE GIBBERISH] way.
Jamboree! I want Chinese Food!
- [MACHINE GIBBERISH] Your order? - Okay...
I want China's Palace. I want beef and broccoli...
fried dumplings...
No, steam dumplings...
and...
extra duck sauce.
Oh...
and a diet Coke.
Large or small beef broccoli?
Ahhh
Large?
Too much food.
Okay. Yeah, you're right. Small.
But I want an egg roll.
Ordered.
Thanks.
Credit card declined.
Oh.
That's okay.
Order placed.
Ha ha! Thank you, Jamboree.
Noooooooo problem.
Where did you get this number?
- I'm in. - Tell him, Clara.
Clara.
- That annoying girl? - What...
did he say?
- He said, you're awesome. - What do you want?
He said, what do you want?
Say merchandise.
Merchandise.
If you weren't already aware.
I can't exactly risk it right now.
I know they're kind of paranoid for some reason.
You're not a cop, are you?
Of course not. But full disclosure...
my dad was on the force.
Betty, why'd you say that!?
Wait... A girl needs her merch.
Say something sleazy.
Sleazy like what?
- Like, I don't know. - Oh, I got one!
My boyfriend's a jerk and I'm real lonely tonight. Ha!
Oh, you're good at this, Betty. Now...
dare smoke a breath.
The chemist wants it untouched.
He thinks there are special compounds...
in that weed.
Betty, your dinner's here. We let him up...
but it's way past curfew.
- Oh, talk soon, Clara! - Love you.
- Why not dump him? - Wait...
are we talking?
- Oh, I didn't know we... connected. - So why
don't you dump him if he doesn't give a shit about you?
First of all, that's none of your business.
Second of all, I'm not a needy girl.
But you're willing to invite a guy...
to your place to hang out. - Hey...
I just want the merchandise.
Okay? Mr. Killer, is that too hard for you?
I don't know what you want.
I know what I want. - I didn't kill anyone.
Tell that to Sianna Weaver. - You want to
- kill your emotion and possibly get laid.
- I didn't! - I didn't!
- DoorDash! - Okay, just leave it...
- behind the door, please! - You've gotta
sign.
I don't sell to just anyone you know.
No. That would make too much sense for a drug dealer
to expand his clientele.
Especially not a cop's daughter.
That was like 30 years ago since his accident.
He's not an operating policeman, you know?
One second!
- What accident? - That's so not your business.
Then you're so not my customer.
Goodbye.
Wait. He was investigating a mafia organization.
- No kiddin'. - They ran him off road.
They shot him in the back
and he lost the use of his legs.
My mom died in the accident.
So you're the character in the action movie
who's never shown.
It's not a movie. It's my life. I didn't order this
extra large chicken bacon ranch...
and a two liter Dr. Pepper.
- You're killing me. Ugh. Fine. - I must have given
it to the other guy. - You got a text.
Here's 10. Just keep the change.
Hey thanks a lot.
It is a photo...
tagged Harrison...
In hot tub...
Oh, that sounds like fun.
Then I guess you won't be needing me.
Tagged Maria Vera Cruz in a hot tub.
- Wait, what? - Maria Vera Cruz in a hot tub.
I think he's saying Maria Vera Cruz is
in the hot tub with that boyfriend of yours.
No!
He wouldn't text me THAT!
Sent from your father...
Text message: told you. Sent from your father.
Sorry lady, you've been dumped.
Sent from your father, text message: told you.
[musical fluttering]
So your boyfriend is some next level jerk, huh.
Understatement of the century.
I caught a peek at all his Instagram photos.
Clara said you loved him.
Well, maybe I'm crying because I didn't.
I mean, a lover should be your best friend, right?
Often I can't stand the sight of them.
Inspiring.
Maybe you fell for his tricks.
Says the vampire.
You don't need to be immortal for wisdom.
You like bad men? That is obvious.
No, I choose wonderful men.
They just reveal themselves as bad. You know?
It's why she turned me in.
Maria wanted me out of the picture.
Maybe you hurt her somehow.
The desire for revenge, you know, never goes away.
I forgot I'm talking to the campus psycho.
Well, you're not the first girl to call me...
after getting dumped, if that's any consolation.
Yeah, yeah. You've been with
hundreds of girls, whatever.
You know, it's more impressive...
to me when a guy's loyal to just one.
Sure it is.
What is it?
You didn't make love to Clara, did you?
- I can't help what I am. - You don't really...
believe you're a vampire.
I mean, you wouldn't be talking...
to me if you didn't have a heart.
- Or maybe it's your heart I want. - Oh,
shut up!
That's why you're talking to me.
You think I'm easy as Clara?
- You guys are all the same. - We've already...
fast forwarded to me representing all men.
- Ugh whatever! - Where the sun kissed...
The sea, Miami's vampire dances with mystery.
He finds his prey, but Miami's
shadows, he'll forever stay.
I feel like I'm talking to a celebrity!
Yes, well...
The worst 80s cheese I have ever heard.
Oh...
Well that's because I wrote it in the 80s.
Oh, shut up with that bullshit.
If there is any cheese factor...
that comes with 40 years...
of cultural hindsight at the time, I assure you...
we all found it rather spectacular.
You never break character, do you?
Hey, do you join our Dread Club?
I'll have to pass.
Yeah.
It's probably a bad idea.
A question for you...
Yeah?
Why did you start a Dread Club?
- I don't know. - You chose Dread Club...
because it's who you really are.
Are you psychoanalyzing me?
You hated yourself with...
Harrison and the company he keeps.
You're not Harrison material,
but you are a Bone Cove girl.
It's who you are. You're drawn here for one reason.
Yeah. What's that?
You wanna share in the curse of Emril...
and Elysee. A love so true that you would die to.
Well, I don't want any curse, anyway.
The sun's coming up, and...
thanks for keeping me company all night.
Least I can do for a prospective client.
Hey, I'll be in touch for the merch.
Ha! And I look forward to you possibly killing me!
Betty, what are you doing?
Your Honor, the line of questioning is
- patently absurd. - I've had enough.
Duchamps, your wealth is not...
getting you out of this one.
So jail me.
I am not of this world or of its people!
Thatta boy!
Nevertheless, this hearing is not about the...
feud or about the novel.
It is about your character
and the tragic death of Sienna Weaver on May 18th.
We plan to prove he goaded her to jump. - Never.
To bring her up and to push her.
Objection, your Honor! Her past was laced
with addiction and crime.
She was mentally unwell!
- How dare you. - She dove right off on her own!
How dare you, sir. You!
Triswald, you will let him finish...
his opening statement.
This dilly-dally fabrication makes a mockery...
of these proceedings, your Honor...
this injustice cannot stand!
Within this frou-frou...
the defense attempts to obfuscate a second death.
Your Honor, that is simply irrelevant.
That was an OD.
And we will explore the possibility
it was an OD from the very drugs Duchamps sold her.
You see, in modern times...
- a vampire cannot kill so easy. - Ohhhh, this is a
new low in the history of the legal system.
He must use other means.
Oh, come on. As a matter of fact...
I'm not even sure it's illegal to be a vampire if he were.
We will aim to prove that this man...
Duchamps De Ve, is a vampire.
- Your Honor, have pity on the court. - We will explore...
the long curse of his family
line going back centuries...
and why it drives him to kill.
[ominous, cavernous noises]
Down the deepest dungeon basement I have ever known.
And here you are.
- Who is it you think I am? - I know you are Emril De Ve.
That would make me one thousand years old.
- Yes. - Go away.
I know you are not guilty of these crimes. In your...
Guilt, you confessed them as your own.
Your own small way to join the fate of Elysee.
What do you want?
My name is Emilia Burroughs
heir to the Burroughs clan.
You are yet another one to seek the curse?
Oh, you need not even offer. It's not the curse...
I'm after.
Then what?
Dread Club, organize!
DV Pharmaceuticals.
In my research, I have found that several...
of his drugs aren't being produced...
by any other company in the world.
- Clara? - I am working on my documentary!
These two patents are XBYXB and PVX animata. PVX.
The seduction patent. The chemist believes...
he puts it in the weed.
- Oh, that makes sense. - Betty, have you made ground?
I'm on it. I'm meeting him...
This week for the drop.
You sure?
Whatever you do, do not meet him alone.
I'll go with you.
- Yeah, Liam will go with you. - Got it.
Promise?
Promise.
Second. We need to find XBYXB.
So I asked Felix, he said he has a lead.
- Thanks, Clara. - Felix?
Okay, so Analeigh is not exactly a human.
You mean she's eccentric?
At the start!
Okay. I'm seeing Analeigh De Ve.
She's really shy.
I don't know. I don't wanna talk bad about her.
I like her!
- You are so pathetic. - Jealous that I have a girl?
No one can be jealous you're babysitting some chick.
Then why don't you ask out Betty Gray, huh?
Shut the hell up!
- What happened next? - Stupid ass...
- I open the door. Right on, she's cute. - Hello.
I just sit there. She doesn't answer anything I say.
Do you like it here? Were you born here?
I like your paintings, do you like to draw?
She's just staring ahead blankly.
So I realize the car outside, they're dragons.
Analeigh lives in Dragon Flats.
Maybe she needs you to level up.
She's in the Green Dragons.
Meaning traditionally she
will have a green boyfriend.
- No, you're yellow. - You're yellow!
You!
I take her out in a dragon car. Everyone's honking.
It only goes 20 MPH.
Suddenly it gives us orders to...
deliver Japanese food.
How do I shut it off!? Another green dragon car sees us...
swerves right in front of us and just stops there.
- Let's go home. - No way!
Orders getting cold. You'll lose XP.
Everyone's honking in a murderous rage.
I'm honking too.
I tried to go around him...
He backs up, blocking me again...
Blocking both lanes. There's a cop right behind him.
Couldn't care less.
Ah, something wrong with this picture, mate!?
- Hey, why don't we go back home? - Okay - Get this.
The Green Dragons follow us right in.
They pick on me in the lot.
They challenge me to a fight.
Felix, you didn't!
I want to impress the girl. She helps me in a gi.
All I see when facing the Green Dragon is his fist...
flying in my face.
Yank! Bonk! Yazoo!
He kicks the shit outta me! I'm knocked out.
They just leave. Analeigh drops down to help me.
I reach in her purse grabbing a bottle of medicine...
label DV XBYXB.
- Can you hand me a pill? - I open it. I drop the pill.
It's the last one, it falls in the cracks.
Holy God! Jesus now!
Suddenly she falls over. She had seizures...
it's all my fault. I panic.
I remember Sophie's instruction said...
don't call 9 1 1, call...
- get this... 1 1 1. - A private vampire hotline?
This black dragon car drives
in and shuffle me outta there.
I'm alone all night terrified I killed this girl.
Until I get a text message from
Sophie out of nowhere. It said,
Analeigh had a really great
time. Will you see her again?
So what is XBYXB?
The grades are well below a C Betty...
all your students are failing.
We had a deal. Pass the students and...
your debt is paid.
Right now... they don't respect me.
They resent the college dumped me onto them.
Look, I'm giving you some leeway here due...
to your detective work, but I need results.
Get off my back. - I am just trying to plead with you.
Do better, study harder!
Why don't you just give us all an A?
- No, I can't do that! - Man. You suck at teaching.
You are making me crazy. Study. Just study!
Put down your headphones...
and study for once in your miserable lives!
Hey, teach...
What is it?
Come on, you can't say that to us...
you got to do better teaching us.
- Hey, no phone! - Teach!
You'll get it back next class!
Hello, I'm Dr. Montgomery Hester.
I'm calling about a specific
drug from DV Pharmaceuticals.
I have a patient called Samuel Curtis on a drug
- called X-B-Y-X-B. - You have...
a patient, Samuel Curtis...
- taking heartworm medication for Groveland bats?
- I, uh...
Get this.
Groveland bats have been extinct since...
the 13th century.
So I put it to Jamboree. He analyzes the bat genome.
- They're bats. You're a genius. - I have...
always been accused of being that.
I just work really hard and everything I...
I know who you are!
I'll tell Duchamp, you're stalking me!
You know there's a chance...
we were walking in the same direction.
Yeah, right.
You know there's a chance we were heading to...
that ice cream store!
Stop bothering me, you creep!
He bet you wouldn't talk to
me. Stuffy, pretentious twat.
Okay, what do you want?
Let me buy you a cone.
You're a crazy guy.
Oh, come on...
- Say yes. - No.
When have you last let a...
stranger take you on an outing?
I don't have time for you.
And I have something that will make...
that ice cream taste really good.
Betty Gray, miss Teacher, hold these for me.
Aren't you gonna have one?
Go on eat. Can I just watch you enjoy it a little bit?
I'm not eating two ice cream cones.
Why not just take a mouthful of one...
and the other and go back and forth.
- Here, take it. - I long ago resolved...
to never fake it for company again.
Oh, you too, huh?
Playing the same character as Duchamps.
Madam, never!
Just take a crunch. A bite. Just a bite.
You are one sick puppy.
Betty! All over the table!
You are one sick puppy. - That's you. - Okay,
too formal. I'd like to introduce myself,
- Thomas Rye Walderson. - Triswald for short.
Tell him I will only see him.
Tell him the merch is all I want...
and I am not going to be one of his hoes.
So don't follow me again.
My father was a cop in Moscow, so...
Putin's right hand man, was he?
Do not bother me.
Let's smoke up and watch you eat ice cream, Betty,
I'm practically the man of your dreams!
Betty!
It's bat medication.
We're convinced they use it to treat the curse.
They really are vampires.
That's why you wanted to meet?
I thought it might be related to, you know...
what Felix said.
Plus it's July 8th. You're in danger if you see him. Get...
The merch another day. Betty, snap out of it.
- Spend the day with me instead. - Like a...
- You mean... - Are you listening?
They're delusionally insane.
They're going to kill you.
- I have to go. - Look...
Duchamps could only have pushed her.
They wouldn't have gone through with the...
second murder if Sienna was a suicide.
Why are you trying to scare me?
You know I have to meet him for the merch.
Okay, look, I will get it.
No way.
Your head is spinning because of Harrison...
but Harrison was totally wrong for you.
Liam!
- Everybody knew. - Liam, stop it!
Everybody said it behind your back.
You mean you talked about me behind my back!?
You're spinning things, Betty. This isn't like you.
What about what they said about you behind your back?
- I don't care. - That you're waiting
to take me from my boyfriend.
You are so wrong about this whole thing.
Look, you're a nice guy, but I only see you as a fr...
- Betty! I can't let you! - Let go of me!
Is this your way of asking me out?
No way!
I lost any interest in that once I...
realized you're seeking out the curse.
Let go of me or I'll scream!
- Fine. - How dare you do...
and say that. You are out...
of Dread Club!
Jamboree...
on a scale of one to one hundred
how stupid am I for meeting Duchamps?
- Two yellow. Three. - Ninety seven.
Three percent.
Not entirely stupid,
Betty is that you?
- Do I know you? - Should I educate you?
I don't...
A lesson maybe in personal responsibility?
I really don't...
You know when someone has a debt, they pay it.
Hey, go away!
They pay it, Miss. They pay it.
Stop it.
Stop yelling in in front of everybody!
- Shame, shame, shame. - Somebody help me.
Shame on Betty Gray for ignoring her debt.
Sir, you have to go before I stab you in the liver!
- Out! - Thomas!?
Who are you?
I am Triswald, the vampire family attorney.
Leave my cafe. All of you.
Betty, is that AI?
Do you have no friends that you can confide with...
so you confide in the digital realm?
- It's only Jamboree. - Hang on, it's him.
I'm sorry, I couldn't make it. I sent Triswald...
for the merchandise.
Just follow him. He'll get it for you.
Are you with someone right now?
It's an intense time for me.
And frankly, you're not even close to my type.
Hold up Dracula, I wasn't angling for a date.
I'm more concerned about public safety.
And trust me, you're far from my type Mr. Nightmare.
It's that pretend Tough Girl act, isn't it?
What are you talking about!?
I saw your Instagram.
Leather jacket and ripped jeans,
but underneath you have a child's mind.
- Whatever. - You'd be better off in a quiet corner
of a library, lost in fairytales...
pretending you're not Miss Boring.
No, you're not my type.
You wouldn't last a day in my world.
Hey, what was the 18th century like? Mr. Insane?
A better time than this. The women knew their place
Stabbed to death and in your coffin?
I have no interest in playing hero.
To someone who thinks a high
point is finding a rare manga.
You're too dumb for college.
You're too average for a real man.
Aim for those virgin boys who chase you around.
You... jerk.
You're barely pretty. So stop aiming for greatness.
- I... - What, did I strike a nerve?
I guess you wanna scare me away, huh?
That's funny because I could
sense you kind of liked me.
Are you psychoanalyzing me?
You're trying to protect me from yourself.
You're afraid of what you'll do to me.
Psychoanalyzing me won't make you interesting.
Just go beg Harrison back and go on your ski trips
and let it kill you inside.
- Fuck you. - You'll have the curse of the undead after all.
- Yeah, you can go to hell. - Betty!
I'll take it from here.
Chomps, baby? Why the fire?
Uh huh.
We're going to meet him at
8 at the Poirot Theater House.
Tell him I'm getting in and out. I will not wait for him.
- Ah! - This gloom suits us, doesn't it?
- How about the theater tonight? - Oh,
Okay.
So you're both just hanging out in the dark?
Tonight, in the Poirot theater, we unravel a tale...
of cursed love. Apocalyptica...
where Emril De Ve's legacy lives...
through a special performance from his very...
ancestor, Duchamps De Ve.
I would like to also note...
that this performance will
be nationally broadcast live
on NPR.
Good evening. During tonight's performance...
I will be portraying Emerald De Ve...
with actress Margot Donahue
doing a dual performance...
portraying both Elysee, and Emilia.
This mockery will not stand!
Who's that?
Our history...
our pain. This is not your spectacle!
Sophie, sit down and be quiet...
Really? Could you ever be so tasteless as
to leave me out of playing Goldfaarb?
- Triswald, shut up! - I will not be quiet!
Now he'll never shut up!
I've not spent centuries in a tomb...
to stay silent during my moment.
- Next time, stay there! - How about next time...
Don't dig me up!
Believe me, you were not the first choice.
Or wait a thousand years
when we're star bound, perhaps.
What a cock tease!
Well enough people have spoken...
to ensure I have the proper
amount of haters to perform.
Shall we break a leg?
Gather and hear this...
Well, I think you're having a great time.
Is this the nagging or the negging part?
Step back and go home, little girl.
- Leave her alone. - Duchamps, I'm
Just get lost, sourpuss!
Women always seek the biggest fish.
Look, I'm just saying. It would be a very bad idea
to be going anywhere with this man tonight.
Does she think she's his?
Freshman girl!
Sophomore, actually.
She thinks today's the third murder.
It's astrology, Betty.
August 8th, not July 8th.
Whatever.
Oh, come back Betty. It's a common mistake!
I can't stand him. Jamboree.
Should I just sit here and wait for him?
99.8% stupid. 0.2% intelligent.
- Hey, I didn't ask. - I came...
to ask you if you'd have a threesome with me.
You are so off putting brazen.
Why do you think a woman would ever accept a guy...
talking to her like that? - Hey,
it'll let you forget your ex.
You think I'd go with you...
after those things you said to me?
- What? After decades in a coffin. - Oh,
Stop that.
What did I do to deserve this in my life?
What life? You're 19.
And you're immortal?
- Yes. - Seniors and their arrogance.
- Well, you are a sophomore. They are so wise. - Okay.
Besides, you think I'm going to kill someone...
Why not be my alibi?
Or just be the one to die?
You won't die. I'll protect you.
You said I'm barely pretty.
Technically, that's a compliment.
You said, I don't deserve to be happy?
Why would you say these things to me?
You're just not the type of girl I'm...
used to, I guess...
else we'd already be having a fling in a Subway...
- bathroom instead of standing here arguing. - Ah...
I can never tell when you're joking.
What about that girl you were just with, the one
who was making fun of me?
- Want me to rip her throat out in front of you? - No...
- Do not even joke about that!
Look, if we're going to hang out...
no more joking about murder.
I mean, jeez.
And you're going to apologize. Or I'll just go...
How about we just ride on my motorcycle instead...
underneath the moonlight?
Ha. No way.
So what's your whole mission...
I mean, as a vampire?
The total desecration of
my enemies. The restoration
of my family glory.
My enemies on their knees begging for mercy
before they're executed by my personal death squad.
Alright, alright. I don't even know why I asked!
So what are you after? Other than a fling
to get over that ex?
That is not what I'm after. And maybe, I don't know.
I don't exactly have a big revenge mission, you know.
I guess a girl can't do much against a Russian
mafia. But never say never.
Especially if you play your cards right with me.
What caused you to come so far alone with a guy
who logically is a killer?
Hey, stop. Okay.
Guess you want to be around a god, huh?
You're not a god. You're just...
Handsome.
Contrary to popular belief,
those are not the same things,
So what's your deal?
The truth is, I didn't come to Bone Cove for the novel.
It was just the only college I got into.
I'm more of a Wuthering Heights type of girl.
What's your deal?
What can I say? I find you funny.
Funny? Me?
Oh yeah.
How am I funny! Hey, take that back!
Are you making fun of me?
You're cute as a button.
So earnest and so hopeless at the same time.
You broke every campus rule...
starting a Dread Club, broke into Pietra...
and don't even care a lick about the novel.
Ha! And that's funny?
Oh yeah. That's funny, alright.
This is St. Bilicroix Xavier De Ve.
This is Lacorna De Ve.
Such a pleasure to meet you.
Xavier, this is my girlfriend,
the sophomore Betty Gray.
Why live out in the woods?
You have a gigantic family trust.
A nice place to rest after a long, long time away.
Oh, you guys are from coffins too, huh? - Yeah.
Correct.
They're only standing because of me.
Yeah, I heard about XBYXB.
I'm afraid we have nothing for you to eat...
unless you'd like to bite into the neck of
a live raccoon.
Ah, no thanks. I'm fine.
It felt good, right?
Hmm?
Being called my girlfriend.
Hmm. I guess it felt good.
To imagine at least. Not like you, but that I was... happy.
You didn't exactly correct me.
What do you want me to say?
I was talking to Xavier and you put me on the spot.
Maybe if you called me your boyfriend...
you'll forget that ex.
If only words could will things away, Duchamps.
Then we will do it without words.
How so? Huh?
[surprised yelp]
[moaning]
I know that was only performative.
Plus I've come to realize, if I'm...
with him, he's wrong for me.
But you liked it, right?
I'm just, I don't know.
Why don't you come with me to my tent?
I want to see you pour your heart out.
Mm. I don't know.
What's the matter? Worried
about Jamboree judging you?
- I'm just... - Confused? Overwhelmed?
- I don't know. - Let's start fresh. What do you know?
- No Duchamps, not tonight. - Hmm.
- That really hurts. - Well, if I hurt you,
- then we're even. - How so?
No one ever said such nasty things to me...
like the things you did...
That really traumatized you, huh?
Shouldn't it?
I, anyway. I'm sorry.
Yeah?
Not for what I said...
You needed to hear that. More, I'm sorry...
how easy your whole generation is.
In Vampire times, courtship used...
to be a thing of beauty.
Courtship used to be an artform.
- How about a smoke, guys? - Not for me. Duchamps?
Are we in a graveyard?
There are 12 De Ve graveyards...
where my relatives peacefully rest.
Several have already been awoken, for my endeavors
have given them a chance at a life...
for the first time in centuries.
But there's still so much work
to do, and so much opposition.
- Do you mean the Fang? - The first one I awoke,
Charles De Ve, has gone missing.
They're disappearing them
to share in the fate of Elysee.
So we've begun the process to move them...
and we're going away a long time.
Longer than normal.
How long?
Once the Dravidians are out of the picture...
once the treatment has turned into a cure...
it'll be a better world.
Why won't they just leave you alone?
Our first mother came down to Earth...
to find salvation from her planet
and got lost in being materially...
worshiped like a god.
I guess it runs in the family.
She ended up passing from an illness
that couldn't be cured with Earth technology.
She was known as Starseed.
The curse.
Correct. When Emril
and Elysee fell in love, the curse had a new host.
- It is our disease. - The starseed did not...
Fully integrate with human DNA until that moment.
Look, you are not a vampire
and you need... serious mental health.
How can I convince you that?
I'd actually prefer you didn't try to do that.
I will show you Betty, what I really am.
You're on trial for murder...
You're a scared rich guy about to go to jail.
Another century, another show, trial.
Tell me the truth. What happened that night?
Sienna, calm down.
She promised she wasn't in it for the curse. She lied.
I want it because I believe you with all my heart.
- Sienna, listen to me. I will not do it. - I don't...
believe you.
Every girl seeks the curse, and...
then they only seek the cure.
Sienna, listen, it is a burden.
It's the first thing Emril and Elysee learned.
Oh my God, she believed your lies.
She wished to be my Elysee.
No!
No!
You let her die.
You wouldn't have let her die if you had the ability...
to bring her back in the curse.
Maybe. Or maybe she wasn't worthy of it.
Betty, Betty. Wake up.
Hello. Who's that?
Smile, Betty. It's your day,
- But Duchamps, everyone's looking. - They...
Should be looking at your gorgeous wedding dress.
You mean we're... getting married?
- Remember what you said? - I don't... wait. You said
Betty Gray, would you be my queen of darkness?
Betty. Betty, now.
Hey, what?
Please go back, please go back.
Ah, Duchamp, of course I'll marry you.
I'd be honored to be your wife.
Just like that, huh?
Mhmm.
Come on, we're getting to your dress.
- Is it much closer? - Come on, try and keep up.
I'm scared.
I've never seen this place before.
Hey, listen to me. I'll protect you, okay?
You promise?
Betty, no!
Duchamps, they're coming for you.
Wake up. Wake up. They're coming!
They'll kill you.
Someone's saying something. I...
- someone's... - Listen to me...
No, this is wrong.
Nothing is wrong. I'm trying to...
find your dress.
Duchamps, I'm not nagging you.
Leave me alone.
I've been working all day.
I'm pregnant and you left me alone here all day.
I just want you to talk to me. I'm not mad.
Leave me alone.
Duchamps, I am pregnant.
I baked...
I made everything nice. I just missed you.
I'm not mad.
Betty, he took off.
I told you this would happen.
Oh, shut up!
You nag him too much.
You see the carriage? Go on.
Give a little wave. Daddy's home.
Betty.
I'm back. I have great news. The dress.
I finally got the dress.
- Ah, Duchamps. It's beautiful.
- You crying? - No, it's nothing. I don't wanna nag.
I'm just happy you're home.
You crying? After everything I
just went through for this dress?
No, no, no. Please don't go.
And where'd you put the baby?
Oh, I have a funny story about the baby.
Where did you put the baby? Where did you put him?
Where, Betty!? Where!?
I don't. The baby. I don't!
What do you mean you don't know?
I'm going, I'm not coming back.
Asshole. Then who are those women in the carriage?
I saw her hiding in there. I saw her peeking out.
I've been a good wife to you.
You didn't see anything.
She's behind you right at the window making fun of me.
No one's at the window, Betty. I'm gone.
She's right there.
I'm gone. I'm so gone. Forget you.
Just look. Duchamps. Just look.
She's right there!
- I don't know. - You don't know, huh?
But you'll marry me, right?
Uh huh.
Just like that?
Hey, you're putting me on the spot!
Betty wake up. Betty wake up. Betty wake up.
Dumbest dream I've ever had.
Did you score with him?
Yuck, Jamboree!
He's your guy, officially?
Uh huh.
I mean, no, but yes, but.
Betty, you are crazy in love.
Ha! Come on, don't be ridiculous.
- I never heard you like this. - Not even close!
First of all, he has to stop...
the whole vampire gimmick...
I am sick of it!
That's the only part about him I like.
I had a dream where I was his trad wife
- and baking him things. - You're gonna make me sick.
- He hated every second of it. - So you got the merch, right?
Yep!
I have it right here.
Drop it off in the chemistry building.
C306. - Court time, got to go.
- Got it. - Court time, got to go.
- Oh, got to go! Love you! - Love you!
Court time, got to go. Court time, got to go.
- Vampire! - Vampire!
Vampire!
- Is that the girlfriend? - Oh yeah, that's the
girlfriend.
This way. Follow me.
You'll be sitting with the other girlfriends.
What? Other girlfriends?
Are you one of us?
I'm Betty.
I'm Duchamps's girlfriend.
Is that a question?
Liar.
Could I have a soft pretzel? No salt.
We're not serving you.
But I didn't do anything wrong.
- Tell her. - You have to go miss,
But I didn't do anything wrong.
- You have to go somewhere else. - I didn't.
- Just get outta here. Go! - Don't come back.
You see...
The defendant's every endeavor
revolves around the dying...
the needy, and the ill.
Your Honor, he rode as an EMT for three months.
That is a noble, life-saving profession.
I like to drive at night.
He was an expert at blood work.
He moved like a professional tennis player.
Is it fair to say it was the only time you...
saw him come alive?
I think that would be accurate, yes.
Objection. In the dredges of work, we are all undead!
Overruled.
In the face of the abject cruelty of the night...
you must come alive as a matter of perseverance.
Adrenaline is a matter of science.
Lying, lie-face liar.
Am I?
It seems he likes them younger every year.
Another freshman virgin
Sophomore, actually.
Oh, is that what you are? Wanna know why he...
says he's a vampire?
Because he is.
I just have a question for you.
Are you girls... witches?
Heavens, no, we are called...
The Wise.
Next, Duchamps served as a suicide hotline operator.
Oh, your Honor, he helps people. What a tragedy.
He helps people on the edge.
We just don't know how many people...
he pushed over that edge.
Do you love him?
I I mean I don't, I mean I, I...
She is definitely not wise.
Who of us were wise from the start?
Do you love him, Betty?
When you say it, you'll be free.
Go on, say it.
I, I mean I... love...
Do you?
I...
Say it! Just say it!
I think I love him. I hate I love him.
I know I shouldn't love anyone, especially Duchamps...
but I'm sadly, hopelessly, epically in love with him.
I'm in love with Duchamps.
Okay?
Are you judging me?
You really are wise. You really are wise.
You're one of us. You're one of us.
Psychopaths feed on the external.
It's the only way they can feel things...
with a barely functioning prefrontal cortex.
- Interesting, doctor. - Sex, drugs, violence.
Sex, you say?
That is correct.
Drugs, you say?
Yes sir.
Violence too? You mean like the porn industry?
Like big pharma, doc?
Like every modern film and video game, sir?
Then by this measure, would it be fair...
to say we live in an entire
society consisting solely...
of psychopaths?
100% psychopaths.
According to...
you, sir.
There is a whole measure in...
what constitutes unhealthy addiction.
Shall we consort with DSM? Mr. Jamboree?
Inability to abstain.
Inability to abstain, not Duchamps.
Behavioral control.
Behavioral control, not Duchamps.
Craving or hunger.
Craving or hunger. Not Duchamps. Not Duchamps.
Diminished recognition of a problem.
Ehhh, no.
Dysfunctional emotional response.
Not Duchamps!
Meanwhile, your only claim
against Duchamps are his many
charitable methods to help in the downtrodden.
Wrap it up.
No further questions.
Should we tell her?
He's chosen you.
Chosen me for what!?
She doesn't know.
She really doesn't know anything.
Not a thing, and that's so unlike him.
He must be terrified he'll scare her.
Scare me, how?
She doesn't even know.
Definitely not wise.
I am the nation's foremost expert in Apocalyptica...
with several accolades to my name.
Oh, twist your accolades.
- I read a book. - It's true that both...
tragedies in May
and June align directly with the novel deaths.
Would you say that is too great of a coincidence...
to ignore, seeing both victims direct connection...
to Duchamps De Ve?
- Unfortunately so. - And according to the book...
there will be a third murder.
Total bonkers...
- baloney, bullshit. - Triswald.
Third? We mean to try him
for a death that hasn't happened?
That brings us to women.
Duchamps filters his fanbase of women into...
who can be exploited the most...
turning them into shells of who they were.
They call it the curse.
Of course, he is on trial merely...
because he's wanted.
May I finish?
These women call their
mental deterioration 'the curse'.
- If I may? - You may try.
These women constitute...
Man-whore.
Jackass.
Fool, idiot!
Your Honor?
Triswald, you will let him speak.
Meanwhile, we have a league...
of witnesses who claim the curse is real.
Interesting.
Interesting? Your Honor, you are playing favorites!
I find it genuinely interesting.
I am allowed to say that without it...
impacting my objectivity.
He shorted at the top...
and only doubled down until the stock was...
stripped of all its value.
The vampire fed on hundreds of thousands...
of shareholders leaving them destitute...
murderous, and suicidal.
That's Triswald's grift.
I regret ever getting involved.
Bandied out a fortune, that!
Besides he had his day in court.
He's taking you with him.
Taking me with him, where?
On Blood Moon, somewhere very claustrophobic.
She's so lucky.
Somewhere very claustrophobic.
Of course, we're all cursed.
It's why we're wise.
But that would mean I'll... die.
I guess he's ready to settle down.
You won't wanna do anything else...
but make love to him for centuries.
Personally, I think he could do way better.
Would you love him if he was guilty?
More I'd hate him if he weren't.
Did his nature have you doubting?
Only when he didn't share his bloody kisses.
Were you scared that he would drain you dry?
I considered it an honor.
He curses us, his lovers,
but only because we asked.
Because you begged, dear, because you're unwell.
Would it be fair to say that you have it out for him?
That you want to see him behind bars for scorning you?
So you join together to
concoct this vampire delusion?
You honor, these women are completely insane.
No further questions. Move along, dear.
Who are the Fang?
Truthfully, Duchamps paranoia.
Any mistake he makes. Anyone who crosses him.
Anyone who disputes him in any way, the Fang.
In this glass, we have warm blood...
from BC Hospital.
Am I to perform a taste test for the court?
Or perhaps it's V8 tomato juice.
A bit diluted, but convincingly red.
Your Honor?
This doesn't demonstrate any evidence of vampirism.
I will allow it.
What?
In what universe, sir?
Is this a prank? Is this the legal system?
Blood or juice?
Let Duchamps De Ve demonstrate.
Drink, Mr. De Ve.
Bottoms up, Triswald.
Not without a deal!
You will not have him drink blood within this court.
No!
Proceed.
No!
The entire glass, if you please.
Your Honor!
For centuries, we've borne the cost of their curse.
Hapless victims to a lineage of horror.
- Oh, stuff at you buffoon. - 1433. Barbarism.
What a twat, he won't shut up.
1592. Cannibalism.
Someone bring me the electric chair!
1799. A blood orgy.
I remember that.
When does it end?
Today, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
He'll never shut up.
You have a chance to stop
another century of fear, murder...
and strife and the curse
that follows this family name.
You're out until sentencing...
but you will be incarcerated
if another body turns up.
Fair enough.
Listen, I have to know the truth.
I have to hear it from him, Clara,
I can't shake this feeling that there's more...
to Duchamps than what everyone says.
I've done some digging. This is not the first time.
There were other lawsuits. He's been involved in
stuff like this for years.
Just keep your phone on you at all times.
Remember, you don't owe him anything.
You don't have to be his ear or a shoulder to cry on.
- I know, but... - If anything gets weird, just walk away.
You don't wanna become like those
Cabbage Patch girls do you?
Oh, I've gotta go. He's here.
I hope my fan club didn't bother you.
They're really crazy about you.
Maybe you'll be their president someday.
This whole era has been nothing but trouble.
I'm ready to get out of it...
and this time I'm not doing it alone.
- Where are you taking me? - This way.
Are we close?
- Just a little more. - We're way outta campus.
I wanna show you where she jumped.
Don't come any closer. I mean it.
That would be a strange way for my life to end.
My father was KGB. I'm tougher than I look.
I guess you are.
Why did you curse those girls?
I can't control who falls in love with me.
Every girl who claims I cursed them is lying.
Let's leave it at that. But I like
how you brought a gun on our date.
I have a lot of enemies, and you can...
be my personal bodyguard.
Why did you choose me?
At first, I thought you were another fan girl
until I saw what you were wearing.
I was going to give it back to her.
I guess it made me feel special.
I can't hear you.
I said I never had nice things.
But you have me.
I've lost everything that mattered to me
and I have nothing but expulsion to look forward to.
Then welcome to the family.
De Ves have been expelled from three continents.
We take it as a badge of pride
Our Spring collection.
Crimson awakening.
The rebirth of style like a waking death.
A symphony of despair, isn't it to die for?
Wait, this is a De Ve fashion line?
It's kind of Sophie's thing.
The fall collection, the fall shadow...
the darkness lurking within us all, just
dying to be born.
Pharmacy, fashion, theater.
You guys are everywhere.
You know if you even open up a computer...
the microchip will read DV.
But why?
Because it ensures we're always needed.
No matter how much they want to get rid of us.
The avant-garde. Eternal judgment.
Its fabric whispered secrets of centuries past...
- and a fusion yet to be written. - You look...
like you're a million miles away.
If only you could meet me there.
Perhaps we're stranded there together.
And no one's coming to rescue us.
Maybe we have to rescue each other.
You mean like... the Wise?
You really did something to them.
And I'm like afraid you'll do the same to me.
Are you afraid? Or are you dying to know?
Now come on. There's one last thing.
[intense music fades out]
You said you wanted me to join your Dread Club,
but I'd like you to join mine.
Betty, this is the Real library Pietra.
This is the real Dread Club.
Professor Lewis?
You teenagers believe you're the only ones...
who know Apocalyptica.
Professor Daniels? Professor Fish?
We all dedicated our lives...
to the secrets in those books.
Secrets?
It's not just a book.
Dean Morgan? But you sent me to...
To find the truth, Betty.
For every yin, there is yang.
Where there is Dread, there is Fang.
When mother died, the star seed was bound...
between two necklaces.
They were worn by Emril and Elysee
but now they are worn by us.
How do you know all this?
Because Emril De Ve is my father.
- That would make you... - 1500 years old.
Talk about an age difference.
Emril, I am your friend.
Emril, No!
You must understand if you
do this, there are consequences.
For if you save her and she takes up her fate...
she will be tormented with a bead...
of hope in her final resting place.
The bead of hope shall be the truth.
I believe you, but it will take years, decades...
to mount a rescue campaign
and you just do not have the
money...
He worked in squalor for the next 50 years.
He assembled a team...
and dove six shipwrecks, the
Sargasso Sea, the Watery Grave
of the Tempest Queen...
The Weddle Sea...
The Forsaken Frigate...
The Barren sea, Neptune's Bane.
Every dive wound up treasure making him wealthier.
The Coral Sea, the Drowned Merchant,
[ominous ethereal music]
the Bearing sea, the Wreckage of the Lost Souls,
the Sea of Okhots the Tourniquet. Finally...
But it was not her.
She had paid a man to make a dummy.
Emril tracked the man's living relative...
and tortured him until he relented of...
Elysee's resting place.
In the peak of the Cursed Seas.
No man for all the money in the world would join such...
a dangerous voyage.
So Emril sailed alone. He dove. He dove for her.
In the deepest shipwreck in its captain's chamber...
there was a black casket
and a letter hid inside a bottle.
- What did it say? - Come read it for yourself.
Is it safe?
You wanna read it, don't you?
Go on, reach in.
Was it forever?
His new life begun, alone.
In the first centuries, he did nothing but kill.
Living long enough to see...
how the impact of murder rippled across time.
He was sentenced to death by execution...
in three separate centuries.
In the 16th century, he met her.
My name is Emilia Burroughs of the Burroughs clan.
She goes by a different name now.
You mean...
Sophie.
Her mission was to bring back glory to our name...
and through her family wealth,
Emril had the means to rise...
to power, even dueling to the death for her honor.
Goldfaarb, you die today.
My father stabbed him dead...
but then, pitying his son, cursed him
to join the family.
You mean, Triswald?
Triswald is not from here.
He's the incarnation
of a powerful Archon rejected
from every other dimension...
until he settled here...
and let's hope he never finds out what he is.
He's more than a vampire.
Thomas became my brother...
but Elysee could no longer rest in her tomb.
She was at rage with envy.
She escaped from her captivity
from the bottom of the sea...
And pulled Sophie through the shadow, cursing her...
and the child inside her.
As Elysee was pulled away...
Sophie reached out and
snapped the necklace right off her.
Elysee was returned to her coffin grave in chains.
Do not tell Emril a word of this.
While Sophie wore the starseed...
a trophy for the curse. And the child was cursed.
So she was... your mom?
Certain no cure would ever be found...
Emril joined the fate of Elysee.
First, he recounted everything about his days...
with her, expecting not a soul would read the book.
It became the most popular story of its generation.
Next, he buried himself in an icy mountain...
3000 miles away from civilization.
It would take 10 lifetimes to find him.
He warned that even if we thawed him out...
he would kill every last one of us.
I swore away my name.
I mapped out the next hundred lives that I would lead...
and professions I would try...
and in time the Dravidian eye was on me once again.
Mmm mm...
No, Duchamps.
- Now is the time. - No, Duchamps.
You still think I'm guilty? - No, it's not that.
- Then what is it? - The girls warned me
you really do want to hurt me.
I am a predator Betty.
I can never love you...
but I want you to join me in the curse.
You will be my Elysee.
- But when? - Tonight we'll go alone...
and as we make love, I will make you undead.
Could we... be together first?
Like as a regular couple? Go places? Live a life?
Then in a few years...
Every girl would kill to...
hear what you just heard. It
has to be before Blood Moon.
That is two weeks. I can't just be your feed.
I can't. I can't.
I cannot be alone. I cannot bear it.
I can't.
And maybe you were right. I'm not your type.
I'm a good girl and that's fine
Betty.
- Huh? - Turn around. Look me in the eye.
I know you've been having financial problems.
I want you to know whatever
you decide, I will handle it.
No Duchamps, I need to figure this out.
If someone figures it out for
me, it won't mean anything.
Please just take me home.
Dread Club, surrender!
Felix is gone. We can't find him anywhere.
I've checked Analeigh's home. No answer.
He dropped off about a week ago into thin air. Betty...
we called your father. He checked every...
hospital and police station.
Then I'd gone to Analeigh's Gallery.
All the paintings were gone. It's like the both...
of them just turned into dust.
Betty, what's wrong?
I don't know. I have been sick.
Hey, I'm not getting involved, Clara?
You're not still seeing him, are you?
Okay, I can't stop thinking about him.
Everything reminds me of him. I have to go to him.
- I'm so sorry. - You can't fix him, Betty!
What?
He will destroy you.
No, no! You don't understand anything.
I understand too much. We're going to lose you.
I don't wanna fix him. I wanna lose myself with him.
I wanna disappear with him.
When you talked about Felix,
I just thought how lucky he was.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
Can I just ask you a question first?
What?
Did you smoke with him?
What?
Did you smoke with him?
This is just stupid.
Were you around him smoking in any room?
No.
Did he smoke at all?
No.
Did you inhale?
Okay, this is a new low for you.
Did you eat anything he gave you?
Absolutely not.
Edibles?
I'm not hallucinating this.
He is not supernatural, Betty. The weed was spiked.
The chemist analyzed it and
said it had PVX compounds.
Duchamps brainwashed you. It's what he does.
Liam, were you part of this?
It is what he does!
Oh, shut up!
Okay, bye.
Betty! Don't you dare go to him!
You never understood me. then...
why were you my friend?
I understand that he will kill you.
You never wanted my happiness?
I wanted your happiness because I love you so much.
Stop it. Come on.
We love you, Betty.
You're just also clearly jealous.
I can't stand it.
Why are you acting crazy?
Just... never talk to me!
He tells every girl what they wanna hear.
He gives them the love they wanna have.
What?
Uses them, then moves right onto the next one.
It's not even even close to being true.
They prefer to live the lie because it feels better.
I did not smoke Clara! Now leave me alone!
Betty, wait!
Liam, please. No more.
Will we ever see you again?
I have thought about it, Duchamps...
and I need to meet you.
There are things I need to know about the curse.
I know you've stopped replying.
I know I've hurt you badly.
Just tell me where.
Oh my god, he actually replied!
Betty, we have to do it by tonight. Who's that?
I'm sorry it has come to this.
We love you too much to keep you in the world.
Your fate shall be on our terms alone.
I guess the wise is not my jam.
Dean Morgan sent us to investigate the Fang.
Instead, we decided to become the Fang.
Where will you bury me?
You'll be buried in a dump, Duchamps. - Forever.
- Cast inside an iron shell. - Without one inch to scream.
Can we negotiate that? The basement...
of an Italian restaurant?
- No way. - I guess it's a kidnapped situation.
Will you at least text her my GPS coordinates?
You offend us truly.
- No pity, no compassion. - Just as you trained us,
Can you take me to a 7-11 first?
Goodbye, Duchamps.
Bye forever.
Happy screaming.
Would you just tell her she's the one?
No way. No. She will never know what happened to you.
Not ever.
Oh my god, Duchamps. You scared me.
[exhausted breathing]
Is that you?
So this is what you really are.
I'm so... honored.
[sharp breathing]
Duchamps, I want you to know, I love you. I trust you.
I'm ready.
Please, take me in the curse.
Mmm mmm.
Ah. Ah.
Triswald!?
You wanted to have sex with a vampire, didn't you?
Just do it. Bleed her out!
I cannot get my bite on, you do it.
Forget it! Not a chance!
I cannot get my bite on! You do it!
Have you heard before that we are vampires?
Sienna Weaver, Sarah Miller, Betty Gray,
Three victims for Blood Moon,
and we have chosen you as the third.
Take me now right here.
Am I a better lover than my father?
The best.
No, not with that around your neck. Take it off.
I was only planning on killing you...
until I learned of what you took
So close to Betty and Duchamps in a coffin forever.
So close, so far. But we have a different plan for you.
Duchamps told me you're his mother!
I had birthed one with the curse. It was not him.
That was Analeigh, sweet thing.
Then who was Duchamps?
Squeeze the trigger. End his life.
He's just a boy.
For years, Emril blamed that boy.
He eventually tracked him
down and awoke him in the curse.
For your pity of this boy damned us,
and you shall be eternally reminded.
He kidnapped him from his orphanage,
training him in his ways.
Duchamps became a loyal steward of the family name.
He believed the curse had saved him.
And when Emril joined the fate...
of Elysee, Duchamps was
given the starseed to protect.
I want you to know I'm not angry at what you did.
You gave me death.
I will find a cure father.
And then would it take 10 lifetimes, I will find you.
I will find you and mother. I will rid the curse.
Goodbye, my son.
The whole De Ve empire went...
to Duchamps, not me, the woman who brought Emril...
his second life, his glory. Who stood by his side,
but an urchin, a man, a boy,
without even a claim to the surname!
For I had been wrought with the curse against my will!
And that is how he repaid me.
You see, Emilia is the true tragedy of Apocalyptica...
- not Elysee. - Indeed I am.
While yet, I bear the starseed
and plotted the moment to destroy Duchamps...
once and for all!
So if I jump, he'll bring me back?
It has to be really high.
The chamber building?
Higher than that.
Jump off of Pietra and Duchamps will curse you.
But only if he has no choice. Only if it's certain death.
- Sienna, no! - I want it...
because I believe you with all my heart.
Sienna, listen to me. I will not do it.
I don't believe you.
No!
The starseed around your neck is the fate of mankind.
And now both are in our possession.
What are you going to do with me!?
We've financed every technology for the last...
300 years with one intention.
To rid the curse.
To spread it.
Are you going to hurt me?
Do you have a name?
We will unpack the starseed via AI supercomputer...
and trap it in a distributed ledger...
to unleash Pandora's box on the whole world!
Powered by human greed!
A perpetual eternal curse.
What they call a curse will spread across the world.
And the world will remain prisoners to our medicine.
The only respite from the curses grip...
will place all world governments
under our control.
Dread will be in every corner of the world.
And now we have both lockets. The starseed is ours.
The world shall be cursed!
And you Betty shall be its womb, from inside...
a sealed iron casket, strapped not in a coffin...
but a computer.
Take the necklace.
7, 11, 28, 39, 36, 37, 38, 39, 44, 47, 56.
Au revoir, Duchamps.
Jam Barry kidnap situation.
Text my GPS coordinate to 11 1.
Hey, hey. Stop the car. It stopped moving.
It's pinning here. Hold up, don't park. That's her.
Hey teach. I need my phone...
That's her 18th Gasper street.
Right turn Essence road.
They're moving back to Gasper.
They're on foot off Gasper.
They're moving inside.
Yo. No shit. They got my teacher hostage and shit?
[tense music]
[car revving up]
[muffled speaking]
Reload! Blow his tires!
I'm trying!
[gun fire]
[tires screeching]
[gun fire]
We'd like you to meet a very special woman.
Please, no!
You see, Duchamps went through...
great lengths to assemble the family.
It was not easy diving so many...
shipwrecks to find mommy.
He thinks they shall be transferred...
for safekeeping in an underground lab.
Actually, we are transferring
them to be incinerated.
Yes, ahaha!
Please don't open the casket.
We want to give famous Elysee another crack at it.
Haha. Open now, hungry time, Betty.
Please don't.
Oh, but we must...
else all of this will simply
just be the delusional rant
of a manic depressive, desperate after De Ve money!
Now be a good girl and open the coffin.
Go not reach out.
- Open up and say - Please don't force me.
Have a nice curse!
Have a nice curse, Betty!
- Happy un-birthday. - Hey.
Huh?
You motherfuckers hurting teach?
Chompsy, baby. Why the fire?
She's out cold.
Lock it!
It's locked.
Hurry. Let's go.
The whole building's gonna crumble.
Wait.
Betty!
It says he's online, but...
- it's blinking in and out. - Jamboree...
hack into Felix's iCloud.
No can do, friendzilla.
- Look, we know you can do it. - Felix is in danger. Do it.
No thank you my friends, illegal. - Damn it!
We'll donate to 10 charities.
- We'll take you to an aquarium. - Yeah.
Puffer fish and swordfishes! Jamboree!
It'll be so much fun!
Find my iPhone activated.
Yes!
- Turn left. - We're in.
Fishes, fishies.
It's not on the map.
Turn now to the right.
It's down a field.
It's coming up.
- It's nearing. - Oh, dolphins fishies - And now!
And whales fishies.
Clara, I'm standing in the exact spot of the light.
You're right there, Liam.
It's so dark. I see a stone. No, it's a tombstone.
What's the name on the tombstone?
I can't see.
No wait. It says. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
What's it say?
Clara, it says Analeigh De Ve.
I hear him.
Felix, man, I'm gonna dig you out.
Jamboree. We don't have much time.
Felix, hold tight!
The field off Harper and Venice from the forest.
It'll be to the left of the main road...
across the Harper Community.
I need you to phone the police and...
send them to that spot!
Fishies, fishies, bubbles fishies.
We got him!
- Felix, mate, we got you. - Man it is so like this.
The one time I get a girlfriend. The one time.
The one time!
- What happened? - I thought it was just a...
sex thing. Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit. How long was I down there?
Wait, I don't want to know.
We got him. Thank you, Jamboree.
Now let's see the fishies.
Please don't touch him. Stay away.
Don't hurt him.
This is the end of the line for me, Betty.
Forget about me, okay?
Duchamps, love you. Duchamps!
Ms. Betty Gray.
You're under arrest for unpaid debts. - What?
Pay your debts, Miss! You're coming with us.
Wait, Duchamps, I love you.
My future is grim.
Go on and find a regular guy.
Miss, now!
It's okay Betty, go with them.
I know everything now. You were just a boy.
You were just a boy.
Gather and hear this.
The curse could be lifted by three murders.
Emril killed two with ease.
But when faced with killing an innocent, Elysee
could not, ensuring the
couple remained cursed forever.
Worse than a love that ends...
is one that lasts forever.
We're here outside the courtroom of Judge Van Amp
on the eve of fall semester...
where Duchamps De Ve is about to be sentenced
for his role in the death of Sienna Weaver...
another Blood Moon and another three murders.
Sienna Weaver, Sarah Miller
and art teacher Sophie Emilia.
Dax! Point it at the courthouse...
But I can't focus!
What do you mean you can't focus!?
Point it!
You're too pretty.
Dax, I didn't know you felt that way about me.
I'm sorry!
Don't be sorry. I'd love to go out with you...
But only if you get the shot!
Duchamps De Ve, whether you are a vampire...
or not, that is not the court's place to say.
However, your actions notably within the Dread Club...
exploiting your alleged lineage...
by tricking your victims into
fanaticism presents a clear...
danger to society.
While direct blame for the murders eludes us.
The toxic culture you fostered does not. I speak...
of the dread which follows you on Bone Cove campus...
and you, it's apex predator.
Will the girlfriend stand? Miss?
Your Honor, my name is Betty Gray.
Ms. Gray, what you see in him is not...
the business of the law.
But I'd like you to personally know this man...
is not a vampire.
You are not living a great love story...
and you will look back on this period of your life...
with little more than shame.
Understood, your Honor.
And yet I have a feeling you're still unmoved.
Your Honor.
The truth goes deeper.
Go on, but tread carefully. Ms. Gray.
There are no Dravidians.
Duchamps' paranoia was motivated...
by a phantom organization called the Fang...
an organization that never existed.
Order. This court will have order.
They began Dread Clubs all across campus.
And the final initiation was always...
an act against the Fang...
who were simply other Dread
Clubs, forming an endless...
cycle of the Fang acting against Dread Club...
to feed into Duchamp victimhood.
It is three perspectives at once. From the left...
Emril's curse. From the right...
Emril himself. From afar, the monster.
Except the Dravidians are among us, Ms. Gray.
And they have financed a very real case...
against Duchamps De Ve.
Your Honor, the case was
financed by Duchamps himself.
Why would he sue himself?
XBYXB is a treatment for a genetic disease...
discovered by DV Biolabs.
When they needed Duchamps under their control...
they replaced his medicine with a placebo.
He's a danger to the ground we stand. Say it.
We must bring down Duchamps.
- Good boy. - When they need Duchamp...
they gave him XBYXBY.
It seems that we've been served, good friend.
This is a new low from the Dravidians.
This whole show trial...
both the prosecution and defense, is financed by...
Duchamps. But he was not the perpetrator.
His madness was orchestrated by Sophie Emilia...
Pietra De Ve, and her confidant of centuries...
Triswald, to keep Duchamps...
and the De Ve trust perpetually under her control.
My organization, the Night
Scholars have tracked down...
the living Dravidians.
They didn't want a thing to do with this.
Duchamps, you pounce on him and don't relent.
Rip his throat and feed.
If you wish to call yourself my son...
you'll kill without remorse.
For now, I only see in Duchamps, a need
to feel belonging.
Though it was a society from long ago,
it is society's cost to bear.
For he was just a boy. I asked for the court's mercy.
With enough love and patience,
I believe he can be better.
[dramatic music]
Dread Club, denouement!
Dread Club, denouement!
I saw the coffins burn...
but as I opened it to return the necklace...
I saw a light brighten in the darkness.
And that night when I was falling asleep...
a visitor came to me.
Beautiful as I always imagined.
And the authorship of the novel?
Without Sophie or Triswald driving the lawsuit...
the case will merely disappear...
And poor Duchamps, locked away in an insane asylum.
I guess I'll probably never see him again, huh?
I guess that's it, then.
Our final Dread Club!
Maybe next time, we'll try Wuthering Heights.
Betty?
Liam?
I thought you might want this.
I mean, without Elysee's necklace...
you should have your old one back.
Forget about her. She's out your league..
She's the only damn one from her family...
to escape from the tills.
Don't you take that from her.
Congratulations on your engagement.
I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.
It would help to say hello first...
Betty, you've been living as if you're cursed...
shadows indoors all the time. Computer.
I'm trying to forget the past.
Then what is it you want, huh? I am curious.
To feel alive, I guess.
And yet you live as if you're dead.
The truth? I think I'll never love again.
Then it is as I feared...
you would end up alone like me. In time,
you might forget the past,
but your heart will always be black.
Like father, like daughter, huh?
But I know you, Betty.
I know you better than you know yourself.
I know the only one to brighten a curse is
another with the same ailment.
Who is that?
He got out last week.
So I wrote to him myself.
Dad?
Love with a vampire?
He would bring me... a touch of life...
and I would be his queen of darkness.
[intense electronic music]
[fading out reggea music]