All language subtitles for vampire_high_s01e06_thats_why_the_lady_is_a_vamp

Vampire history has given us many
spectacular failures.

Your assignment

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

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

have been averted.

I can't stay here anymore!

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

in a civil war.

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

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

be saved and entrusted them to me.

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

mortals.

Little study has been made of the
relationships between vampires.

The Mansbridge experiment affords ideal
conditions to observe whether or not

they can experience true emotion.

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

It's not enough that you look like this.

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

Finally.

What?

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

Something like that.

What's the point?

No one cares what I look like anyway.

Like no one who?

Like Drew Nolan?

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

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

With the page number to prove it.

You got it all figured out, huh?

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

Look, I even have moments where Carl
looks hot.

But it passes.

First there's the flame.

And then there's just smoke.

Sherry.

What are you doing here?

I got brownie bombs.

What is this, another peace offering?

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

them? That depends. How many are you
offering?

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

downstairs in the pantry.

We're not supposed to go downstairs
after curfew.

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

Bombs are away.

Okay, give me some.

I'm gonna say please.

Please. Mr. Pretty Please.

Master Nick.

Nick.

Mmm. That's good, huh?

I'm gonna have to get some more.

No way the last Tsar and Tsarina were
vampires.

Well, they were.

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

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

What happened to them?

Executed. Why?

They abandoned their people.

How so?

Well, they just let a few go.

War, starvation, the usual.

What's wrong?

Somebody walk on your grave?

She's here.

I found you!

I don't understand, Ms. LaRue. You

don't belong here.

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

Well, I understood that you and Meryl
were estranged.

We had a misunderstanding.

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

And she wants out of here.

Is that true?

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

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

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

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

Someone had to thin out the
conventioneer herd.

Nice meeting you, Dr. Murdoch.

Now go get your things, sweetie pie.

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

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

Not at all.

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

Mansbridge until I confer with the
elders.

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

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

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

In the meantime, you will remain here.

Fine.

Can I at least spend time alone with my
child?

Maybe have her show me around?

Is that within my right?

Yes, of course.

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

designated boundaries.

This better not take too long.

Oh, Ms. LaRue, that way.

I didn't think you'd actually come.

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

We ran off.

I knew you'd come to your senses.

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

Did not teach you any manners before you
ran off?

Introduce us.

This is, uh, Patty LaRue.

Meryl's maker.

Hey.

Hi. Thank you.

Marty Strickland.

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

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

So tell me more.

I keep a maker like that secret, too.

And you are?

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

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

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

inbreeding.

So, how did you all find each other?

Good hunting around here or what?

It's school.

For vampires?

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

Let me show you around.

I'll tag along if that's okay.

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

Well, well, well.

Meek Meryl be a runaway.

Brings her up a whole new level in my
books.

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

How did Patsy know where to find her,
anyway?

Because Meryl let her know.

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

Pretty fancy.

For a school.

What's up there?

Uh, we can't go up there.

Because?

It's just some rooms and stuff.

Then who cares?

It's one of Murdoch's boundaries.

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

Don't.

We've got to get out of sight.

Please. Please.

You want more brownie bombs or what?

I changed my mind.

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

No.

Nick, no.

Well, well, well, what have we here?

You have humans here.

It's a regular boarding school during
the day.

How sweet.

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

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

Is this another of this Murdoch's rules?

Yes.

But you want to. No.

Yes.

You do.

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

You want to make a kill.

And it's that girl.

That Sherry.

We're being trained to control our
predatory instincts.

Good for you.

But I'm not that good.

Listen, Missy.

You gave the beckoning for me to come to
you.

I came.

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

Yes, it is.

Now, show me where I sleep.

You expect me to crawl into that?

I want that one.

Yeah, right.

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

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

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

Preferably one that catches some sun.

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

And I know you don't like it.

Because, honey...

I read minds.

Now you're considering some flawed
revenge.

That won't be happening.

Why do you insist on destroying my life
again?

The sooner I get you away from here.

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

50 years in the evening.

Go on.

Be honest.

I don't much like her.

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

makeup?

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

Yeah, that's the ugly rumor.

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

agreed to this.

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

So what does this do to the experiment?

I don't know.

She really stirred things up, though.

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

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

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

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

I said it.

Get on a clear channel, Drew.

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

I'm worried about you, Drew.

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

for Sherry, now Meryl.

Ain't exactly top dog behavior, Rover.

It's a full house, guys.

Emma.

You wanted to tell me something?

No.

I just wanted to see you.

Well, take a look.

You have to tell me why.

As clearly and simply as you can state
it.

Why did you do this?

I'm not right for here.

I don't belong.

Look me in the eye and tell me that.

I don't belong here.

Meaning you belong with Patsy?

Yes.

All right.

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

I'm sorry for that.

I really am.

I just didn't have a choice anymore.

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

May I go now?

For now, yes.

Wake up, sleepyhead!

Everyone else is up.

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

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

start.

Worked every time.

Fresh blood.

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

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

I don't intend to service your decoy
anymore.

Lost your nerve?

No, that's not it.

You'll do what I tell you to do.

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

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

to get back to job one.

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

I know what you're talking about.

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

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

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

Murdoch's preaching to you.

By the way, what's his story?

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

Maybe he's smarter than you think.

Or just more thick -headed.

Same was true with Sigmund Freud.

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

and ugly and had that drug problem.

Patsy, I've changed my mind.

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

Tell you what.

Let's find Drew.

I'll ask him a few questions.

We'll read his mind.

Maybe that'll help you decide.

No.

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

It's settled then.

Off we go.

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

We have to.

They won't mind.

Tradition states a child stays with her
maker.

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

Deal?

Grab my bag.

Hurry up, I'm starving.

Just one last look.

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

Meryl away unless she wants to go.

How dare you challenge me?

How dare you?

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

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

I just want to say... You will not

move until I release you.

Step away, professor.

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

Why don't you try reading my mind
instead?

Please don't, Pierre.

You're lying.

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

them.

Yes, yes, by the way.

I didn't know.

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

It would be helpful.

Meryl?

Are you still determined to leave the
experiment?

I'd like to stay, my lord.

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

Your child will remain at Mansbridge.

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

And everything about the experiment.

As for the rest of you, continue.

You heard the man.

They call us children and they act like
that.

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

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

You don't have to read my mind.

I'm glad you're staying.

I'm glad that you're glad.

Vampires are obsessive, compulsive.

They form trusting relationships
begrudgingly.

Some never form them.

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

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

molded by their makers into their own
dark image.

Hey, soldier.

Need a ride?

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

encounter.