Original subtitles

- [Narrator] Previously on "Age of the Living Dead."

- How did I get here? - I carried you.

Welcome to the Haven.

- We launch a first strike on the east coast.

We could effectively wipe the vampire population

clean from the planet.

- [Gerry] She's one of the creatures

that killed your mother.

- I got her right here.

- You have not told us!

One does not forget their daughter's kiss.

- Holy. - How is she even doing it?

- Oh my god, she's one of them.

- Should I sound the alarm? - No, find my son.

(plane engine roaring) (bomb exploding)

- General Armstrong, we need a team out there.

- Okay, but if they did launch--

- It's a prelude to war.

- Shouldn't we have cleaned this first?

What about contamination?

- You don't catch anything by touchin' the blood.

You gotta be bitten.

- All right.

What's the plan then?

- Well she's important.

You don't put a piece of tech like that

in someone unless they're somethin'.

- There's no use drivin' across the desert with the tracker.

Why don't we just leave it in her arm?

- Max, you ever fished?

- What? - You know, fished.

Fishing on a lake with a rod?

- I don't like the smell.

- The point is I lost a lot of Sundays

with my old man fishing.

It's beautiful, serene, quiet; but there's an art to it.

We used to go fishin' all the time

with my dad's friend, Roy.

But he wouldn't catch anything ever, not once.

- Okay.

- So one day I asked my dad,

"Hey dad, why doesn't Roy ever catch anything?"

My dad laughs.

He says, "Roy's cheap.

"He has a cheap car, cheap beer and he uses cheap bait."

You wanna catch a big fish,

then use the best bait you got.

- I get it.

So what's the bait?

(gun clicking)

- We are.

(dark intriguing music)

(foreboding dark music)

- We need to contain the danger and protect the wider world.

We must ensure that the United States is quarantined

so that it cannot pose a threat to the rest of humanity.

The ships attempting to cross the Atlantic

had to be destroyed to protect our way of life.

One stray vampire

sought annihilation of our entire population.

We must close our borders and close our hearts

and do the right thing to ensure the survival of our world.

America may be contained for now, but we must be vigilant.

History may very well judge us harshly for this act.

But for the rest of the world to survive,

we must remove the cancerous element from our bounty.

(foreboding dark music)

(door knocking)

- Come.

- Madam President. - Andrew,

how do you sleep?

- Excuse me?

- How do you sleep?

- Badly always, why?

- Yesterday, I visited a hospital.

Everyone in there: the staff, everyone lining up

for their blood donations, all the regular patients,

they looked so utterly defeated, so terrified.

Except for the maternity wing.

- I see.

- I stood there watching these babies gurgling and cooing

and being amazed at the world.

And I realized they won't sleep badly,

they will sleep peacefully.

You wanna know why?

- Why?

- This is the new normal.

This is the way things are for them.

They'll never know any different.

They'll never know a nightmare

'cause they live in a nightmare.

And then I thought about my father,

he was a veteran from the war.

He had the same broken look in his eye I see in all of ours

because he did the right thing.

He fought on the frontlines so that I could grow up smiling,

without a care in the world.

We need to be those soldiers, Andrew.

(sighs) We're fighting for something bigger than us.

I'm sorry, what'd you need?

- We have him on the line.

- Very well.

(chuckles softly) The new normal, Andrew.

The new normal.

You fired a missile into no man's land.

- A necessary action, I'm afraid.

- Necessary.

- We have an escaped criminal.

We believe she has crossed over into no man's land

and may attempt to hide out there.

- Criminal?

- We have laws, more Asian than yours

and not nearly as flexible.

- We've had incursions from your people

in no man's land before, why the call?

- She's a special case.

- Is she dangerous?

- To you, we're all dangerous.

- You're right.

But if you consider something dangerous,

then I know that's serious.

- I'll send a retrieval team in.

The matter will be dealt with.

- The Bloody Sunday Agreement prohibits anyone

from no man's land, even your people.

- Then I trust my fugitive will not encounter any humans.

- We have no one in New Mexico.

- Very well, then I will bid you farewell.

- Ma'am, the-- - Whatever you're gonna say

don't say it.

- Crossing a border, firing at our outpost.

This is an act of war.

- Then how are we gonna declare war

when we're not supposed to be up there in the first place?

- What would you rather we do, spy on them for eternity?

- It isn't quite the strategy called for.

- (chuckles) Just like a damn airman.

Tell me, where were you assholes when these guys came?

- I didn't come here to argue about my--

- You didn't come here for much of anything.

- Gentlemen, please.

- What criminal?

- They don't have criminals, he's lying.

But then so are we.

What criminal act could a vampire commit?

- When they have fed, they function like us.

It's like a normal society.

One can only assume that

they police themselves as much as we do.

- What if it's a new breed,

the part of their kind we've not seen before?

- Or it could just be their equivalent of a bank robbery?

- This is all guess work.

- It has always been guess work.

- Treason.

That's surely the only crime worth a call.

Whoever that girl is in the desert, she knows something.

She's too important to let over the border.

- General, contact the Haven. - And tell 'em what?

- To shut down and pull out.

- Ma'am, you can't be serious?

- I'm totally serious.

- But you can't-- - No buts, General.

I will not risk us sparking another war.

- We are at war.

- Not yet we're not.

Right now we have the advantage

and I wanna keep it that way.

They've no idea what we're planning

and we only need only need another week to implement.

I will not risk our long-term survival

for a short-term knee-jerk reaction.

- This is a big-- - Am I to find someone else?

Relieve you of your command?

- You might wanna rethink your position

because I don't think you have the balls for this job.

(muffled speech)

(foreboding music)

- They're really fascinating at times, aren't they?

- The retrieval team is in New Mexico.

- Excellent.

Still no word from Vigo? - None.

Before I assume he's either captured or killed.

- He would not let himself be captured.

- Humans will stick to the agreement.

- Will they?

- They fear us.

- They're still lying. - About what?

- They have people out there.

We must find out why.

- How do you know that?

- I said no man's land.

She mentioned New Mexico specifically.

The devil is in the detail, young Victor.

- I see.

- You know,

when I was first born,

I had an unshakeable fear of the sun.

I was obsessed over the heat

and I never (mumbles)

about the heat burning my bare soul out.

- Then what?

- Then I grew to accept the sun,

as it was as much a part of my life

as the air around us.

You cannot fear that.

What you accept, it lose its power.

- So you believe they're out there?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- That is the question I want answered.

Victor? - Yes?

- Your man, Nial.

- What about him?

- He has gone missing.

- I know.

- He betrayed your trust.

Did you forgive that?

It's a great crime to kill our own kind.

Punishable by death.

- He's a petulant fool.

He's not worth killing.

Is that all?

- Yes, Victor.

Enjoy your day.

- Marcus.

(foreboding dark music)

- Hey, where are you goin'?

- Visiting a prisoner.

- Really? - Yeah.

- [Soldier] Your funeral, buddy.

- I got something for you.

(muffled radio speech)

- Please don't look at me. - Sorry.

- You shouldn't pity me. - I don't.

- [Yvonne] I don't deserve your pity.

- I just wanna help.

- Thank you.

Where did you get it?

- It's one of the donation bags.

We all have to do our part to sustain the agreement.

- Do you donate?

- Yeah, we all have to.

It's just the way it's always been.

- It must be difficult.

- I'm not a fan of needles.

- Neither am I.

- Really?

I find that hard to believe.

- Even we get scared sometimes.

- What scares you?

- Everything.

- That's normal.

- It is?

- Not really.

But it proves you're alive.

- Thank you.

- Get back from the bar now!

Get back.

Shouldn't get too close to it.

- She has a name.

- Monsters don't have names.

- She's not a monster.

- Oh really?

Care to remind me how your mom died?

Maybe I'll remind you about my brother,

if you can't remember about your mom.

They're very similar in that (mumbles).

At five years old, runnin' for his life.

You see when they get hungry, they get like animals.

Tore him apart,

my kid brother.

- That's enough.

(Adam thudding)

- They're monsters, kid.

Don't you ever forget that.

- You won't do yourself any favors

by making enemies of your own kind.

Trust me.

Is that true

about your mother?

(poignant orchestral music)

- Yeah.

- You must hate my kind.

- No, I don't.

- What?

- I fear your kind.

- You don't have to be afraid of me.

- Why?

- Because I'd die before hurting one of you.

Well I could make an exception for her.

- I'll come check on you later.

(eerie foreboding music)

- What are we lookin' for?

- Perfect spot,

but I think we just found it.

- [Max] What's so perfect about this spot?

- That's where we found her.

C'mon.

- So what's next on our little fishing trip?

- Bait.

- Gerry,

they're hunters.

Don't you think we might be able to smell a trap?

- Doesn't matter.

You don't put a piece of tech like that in a girl

unless she's very important, whether it's a trap or not.

They're comin'. - Yeah,

you wanna bet on that?

- Sure.

We'll bet your life obviously.

- My life?

- I don't wanna risk somethin' I can't lose.

- Not funny.

- C'mon, gonna camp up there.

- [Max] Water.

(case clicking)

- Okay.

(dial pad beeping)

(cellphone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hey.

It's Andrew.

- Andrew?

You're alive. - I am.

I am.

Look, I don't have much time to explain.

You're the only one I can trust.

- Trust?

What the hell are you talking about?

I haven't heard from you in so long.

I thought you were dead.

- Look I don't have much time, okay?

Do you still work for the government?

- What is it?

- We're launching a preemptive missile strike.

- What?

- A preemptive strike, Sheena.

Tell them, okay?

They have to take this seriously.

We don't have another choice.

- Tell who?

I don't understand.

Andrew.

- Sheena.

Sheena?

(eerie static)

- [Operator] You are in breach of quarantine.

- Here's hopin'.

- Professor, I need an update.

- Marcus, we're working as hard and as fast as we can.

- Really?

- The formula, it's off.

The matrix, it's very complex.

What we're dealing with isn't just liquids.

It's liquid organisms and each has their own variables.

- You told me you had cracked it.

- We need a few days to perfect the formula.

- Perfect?

- Marcus, this isn't something that we could rush.

I mean there's so many variables,

much more than I'm comfortable with.

- Please, do not waste my time,

lecturing me with what you're comfortable with.

- I'm confident the formula is gonna work.

- Time is a factor.

Now, my family life depends on this,

which means your does too

and do you know I will make sure they die long before mine?

- Oh yes, sir.

- I'm not kidding, she was beautiful.

- Oh yeah?

- Oh yeah, big time.

You ever had a girl look at you

like you were her entire world?

- Can you see anything? - Nothin'.

The whole street's out.

- I think it's getting worse.

I think an infection might be spreading.

We need to leave.

We need to go somewhere safe.

- And where's that?

Hey.

Stop stop stop stop.

Everything will be okay.

- You don't know that,

but I like the way you say it.

- And so she looks at me and she says,

"Well, 'long as you're not dead." (laughs)

As if that was the prerequisite of what was acceptable.

(Gerry chuckling)

- That's a good story.

- D'you even hear it?

You're miles away.

- If only.

- I mean, it was one of my best stories.

- Yeah, it is.

You keep those stories, man.

They'll keep you calm.

- I guess.

I'm not likely to be in a social club in the near future.

Do you think the war will end?

- Everything ends, man.

- [Max] And we will win.

- I'll die tryin', how 'bout that?

- [Man On Intercom] Attention all personnel:

hand-to-hand combat training with Corporal Lucken

has been moved from 1300 hours to 1500 hours.

(soft foreboding music)

(soldier wincing)

- [Yvonne] What the hell are you doing?

- I'm getting you outta here. - I can take care of myself.

- No you don't get it, do you?

You're not a prisoner, you're an experiment.

You're a chance to figure out what's going on.

I can get you outta here, my dad is offsite.

- Adam, you can't.

I know the punishment is for helping one of my kind.

- No you're different, okay?

- Why?

- Because you could've escaped if you wanted to.

You could've killed us all in your sleep, but you didn't.

You're different. - I'm not.

- Look, I'll go with you as far as I can

and get you offsite today and home safe.

- No, I can't go home!

(keys jangling)

(soft romantic music) (lips smacking)

And when we're home.

- I'm getting us outta here together.

- No.

(jail door squeaking)

No!

Adam, I can't.

Out there in the desert, I need to feed.

It'll consume me; I'd rather die than do that.

(soft intriguing music)

(gun bashing) (Yvonne shrieking)

(crickets chirping)

- [Margaret] You reached London?

You sure of it?

- I'd recognize her voice anywhere.

- Oh my god, Andrew.

How?

- I used the satellite phone.

- That's against the law.

- It's against quarantine law, not our law.

- (chuckles softly) Thank you.

Would you like a drink? - Sure.

(liquor trickling)

Thank you, ma'am.

- Are you a praying man, Andrew?

- Not usually.

- Well, I think it's time to start.

- If we hear from London?

- [Margaret] Then I'll call off the strike.

- And if we don't hear anything?

- I wish I knew how to answer that, Andrew.

I really do.

I feel like I'm holding a gun to the world's head

and I'm about ready to pull the trigger.

- It might be a good thing for all of humanity.

- Would it, really?

Or are we just tryna justify this before we've even done it?

- We can't stand on the edge of an abyss

and do nothing to save ourselves.

- No, you're right.

But history will judge us for these actions.

I'd rather die myself than get this one wrong.

(soft intriguing music)

- I know you can break these bars down.

But if you even think about trying,

I'm gonna blow his head off.

Every young man deserves the right to get hurt by a girl.

Getting your heart broken's just a rite of passage.

I think he's gonna take it real bad

when you're the one who eats his heart.

- His father will be back. - Yeah.

But tragedy so often happens in the Haven.

- [Man On Intercom] Attention all personnel:

Please ensure all (mumbles).

- Rise and shine, sleepyhead.

- What the hell am I?

- You're not so sweet on her now, are yoU?

- My father's gonna-- - Your father's soft.

Don't get me wrong, I think he's a great man.

But you're gonna get us killed and I can't risk that.

- You can't do this.

(Yvonne wincing)

- Have you ever seen them when they starve?

Yeah, they get a frenzy on.

- I need a blood bag.

- (chuckles) Honey, the only person

that wanted to give you blood is in there with you.

- Is that true?

- Honey, I wouldn't get too close to him.

It's not nice to play with your food. (chuckles maniacally)

- How long have I got?

- Hours.

Hours, I don't know.

(intense foreboding music)

- You know, I'd die here alone with you quite happy.

But it's bigger than us.

He's just a child.

- Okay, so we make it easy.

We'll never think of ourselves.

Not once, ever.

But only think about Adam, what's best for him.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Now with that thought in your head, are you afraid?

No, right?

See, I did it.

- You always know what to say.

Where would I be without that smooth-talking British accent?

- Well you probably wouldn't have got pregnant with Adam.

- I hate you.

- I hate you too.

Something's not right. - What's that?

- They should've been here by now.

- Perhaps it's a false alarm.

Maybe she's just not as important as you think she is.

- No, no she is.

Somebody's looking for her.

She's somebody's daughter. - Daughter?

She's probably older than both of us combined.

Perhaps they just have her set off yet.

- No, something's wrong.

- You know, the wind is constantly

changing directions, Gerry.

- I'm not worried about the wind.

Unless it whips up into a sandstorm;

don't wanna be out here in one of those.

- If only you could predict the way

in which the wind blows.

Well, you could adjust yourself to survive.

I don't think that we'll win this war, Gerry.

They're stronger than us.

You ever see one of those things in a frenzy?

- Max, we can beat them.

- I heard that.

You should show some kind of loyalty.

Then you could turn it.

- What are you talking about?

Get down, Max; they'll see you.

- You can live forever.

I'm so sorry, Gerry.

(soft foreboding music)

(Gerry breathing heavily)

Don't.

You know how good I am with this weapon.

Throw it away.

Throw it away!

The other one, gimme the other one.

Hurry up, throw it away.

Put it down.

Now think.

- Max, I'm your friend.

Think about all of this for just one minute.

- We're losing now, Gerry.

We are going to lose.

What sense does it make being on the side

that's gonna be slaughtered?

- Max, what have you done?

(foreboding dark music) (car horn honking)

(book slamming)

- Victor.

- We've confirmed Yvonne's location.

She's in no man's land, in a human compound.

- I see.

In a human compound.

- You're right, they are out there.

The humans offering us a trade for his own safety.

- [Marcus] Of course.

- What do you wanna do?

- There should not be any humans in no man's land.

Send them in, kill everyone.

- I see.

- And,

the man that offered the trade.

No, I don't want a disloyal dog.

- Understood.

Is there anything else?

- No survivors.

(foreboding dark music)

- Marcus.

- Madam President, Dr. Mudd needs a moment of your time.

- Can it wait?

- No, it can't.

- Samantha, how are you?

- I'm fine, Madam President.

Is there somewhere private we can talk?

- It must be bad news. - Madam President.

- I only saw you last week for my physical.

And right now, when I asked you how you were,

you didn't reciprocate.

- Not much gets past you.

- I am president, Samantha.

If something gets past me, people usually end up dead.

- Maybe you should have a seat.

- No I'm good, Sam.

I think I'll take this one standing up.

- As you know, we do a full set of blood work

for all your annual physicals.

We test for everything.

This time, one thing came back positive.

- Cut to it, Sam.

- Margaret, you have leukemia.

- Would you believe that's not

the worst news I've had today.

So, how long?

- It's in the advanced stages.

There are many courses of treatment available,

some more aggressive than others.

- How long?

- Well if we go with chemo,

we could possibly extend your life several years.

But we can also look at bone marrow

or stem cell transplant.

- These treatments all sound like

they'd take me away from my job.

How long if we do nothing?

- If we do nothing, Madam President,

you may only have a month, maybe two.

(soft somber music)

- Thank you, Sam.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.

- Madam President, you can't continue to work

under this condition. - That'll be all, Dr. Mudd.

- What have you done?

Look, let's talk. - Careful, Gerry.

- So that's what's going on here?

You sold me out?

Your friend?

What's the going rate for a unit commander?

- I got a good rate, Gerry.

- I'm sure you'll get your 30 pieces of silver.

How long do I have before they get here?

How long do I have?!

- Who says anything about here, Gerry?

- What?

- I switched the tracker.

That thing you had in your hand,

a hunk of metal with a flashing light.

- My god. - Yeah.

The original's still back at the Haven.

- But Adam.

- I didn't have a choice, Gerry.

- Oh Max.

Max, they'll all be killed!

For Christ's sake, these are your people!

- I did what I had to do!

- You talking about, Max?

You didn't have to do anything!

You could've talked to me!

I was your friend, I would've helped you.

- Gerry, it'll all be over soon, okay?

You don't have to worry.

It'll all be over soon, okay?

(soft foreboding music)

(vampires hissing) (soldiers shrieking painfully)

- [Man On Intercom] Intruder alert.

Intruder alert.

(bones cracking) (flesh tearing)

(alarm blaring)

(guns pattering) (vampires growling)

(soldier screaming)

- What the hell was that?

- Just stay quiet.

- It's them.

They're coming.

(guns pattering)

- Enjoy your dinner.

- Max, please.

Please Max, please.

- They're the ones that are going to last.

They could cross over the border anytime they want to,

wipe us out.

It takes 10 of us, 10 of our guys.

And if we're just lucky, they'll kill one of them!

The planning, Gerry,

it's theirs now and how's that for reason?

- Please, please Max, listen to me.

I don't care about the whole world.

But my son, please, Max.

Don't take my son from me please.

- Yeah and I'm sorry as hell about that one, Gerry.

I really am.

- Max, you know that I lost the person

I loved the most in the world.

Please don't take my son.

- Do you want to save him?

Your son, Gerry. - Of course I do, Max!

- Then stand with me.

Deliver the girl and maybe they'll show us

some kind of leniency.

- Then what, Max?

What, they'll turn us

into one of them?

(guns blasting and pattering) (alarm blaring)

- All channels to anyone receiving this:

This is Haven Base, we are under attack.

We need reinforcements immediately.

Come in.

- It's forever, Gerry.

Forever.

You, your son, you can live forever.

You don't have to worry about protecting him all the time.

The world Gerry, it's theirs, not ours!

We could live.

We can live.

- No, Max.

Because it's not livin'.

- That's real disappointing, Gerry

'cause I really did like you.

- [Soldier On Radio] Repeat this is Haven Base.

We are under attack.

We need reinforcements immediately.

(sand whooshing) (intense foreboding music)

(Gerry grunting)

- Get up.

Get up!

How many of them are there?

How many?! - I don't know.

- I trusted you, Max.

We all did.

Get on your knees.

Get on your knees!

- We're still friends, Gerry. - Close your eyes, Max.

- Think, Gerry. - Close your eyes.

Now you think about what you did.

Close your eyes!

(Max breathing heavily)

(intense foreboding music)

- No,

no!

- C'mon, c'mon!

(buggy engine roaring)

(soft intriguing music)

(Max grunting) (canteen clanking)

(alarm blaring) (guns pattering)

- We gotta get outta here.

We gotta leave.

We gotta do this, let's go.

- No, I need to do this.

- I can help. - Not against them.

It's time I protected you.

- Wait, I can help!

(guns blasting and pattering)

(vampires growling)

(soldier grunting) (vampire roaring)

(Yvonne grunting) (neck snapping)

(vampire roaring)

- Somebody get this goddamned thing off of me!

(neck snapping)

(guns blasting)

- [Sheena] The point is you lied.

- Let's not blow this out of proportion, Sheena.

- Out of proportion?

What, the fact that there are survivors

or the fact the government hid that there are survivors?

- We cannot confirm for certain

that there's any humans left in the United States or not.

- I'm not a child, Matthew. - Then don't act like one.

- Satellite surveillance would have shown

that there were survivors.

It's no wonder that your department

has had access restricted for so long.

- We can see that there are people

moving around in the cities.

Whether they're vampires or humans,

it's impossible to distinguish.

- Bullshit.

Infrared scans would've shown whether or not

they were normal temperature or cold.

- All right look, sit down.

(Sheena sighing)

What I am about to tell you is subject

to the official Secrets Act which you signed.

This goes no further; do you understand?

There are humans living on the west coast

and vampires on the east coast.

In the middle is no man's land that keeps everyone apart.

- So what's stopping the vampires from attacking?

- They've come to an agreement

with the remaining human government.

The humans provide donated blood to sustain the undead

and everyone leaves everyone alone.

- So the remaining survivors are the only food source.

Can you imagine what that's like for them?

- These creatures could've spread everywhere.

Quarantine was the only option.

- What if that was us left behind?

Would you be so understanding then?

- Of course not, but we have to protect ourselves.

- No, you're worried about the monsters behind quarantine;

I'm worried about the one in this room.

- It's not as simple as that and you know it.

- Really?

As far as I can see it, all of the people in the world

we thought were dead are actually alive and well.

- Alive, yes; well, no.

That would be a stretch of the truth, wouldn't you say?

- Really?

- Look, the people that are left alive over there

are just livestock for the vampires.

That's all, they're food.

The vampires will eventually have their fill and then--

- And then what?

- Doesn't matter.

- So what, the rest of the world just sits idly by

while they're killed slowly?

And then what, you make peace with the vampires?

Nuke them?

There will be millions of innocent lives lost either way.

- It's collateral damage, Sheena.

- I can't believe what I'm hearing.

- It doesn't matter what you believe.

The fact is containment cost the world

one trillion euros a year.

We have an obligation to keep that containment up.

- This is insane. - It's an insane world.

How did you know?

- That's irrelevant.

- He's still alive.

Well I'm impressed.

You must still hold a government position.

- Matthew, they're still out there

and somehow they've survived this long.

There must be something we can do.

- There is nothing we can do to help these people.

- So that's it?

Okay.

What if they aren't willing to give up so easily?

- And what exactly do you mean by that?

- A counter-offensive.

- From the humans?

They haven't got the numbers.

- Nuclear?

- Nuclear?

No, impossible.

The US Army was overrun and all the silos

were disarmed by the president before he was killed.

- And you're sure of that?

Look, why can't you train your satellites onto their silos?

Look for nuclear signals, radiation.

What then?

(door knocking)

- This conversation is over.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an important meeting.

- I wonder what that could be about.

(foreboding dark music) (car horn blaring)

- For 10 years, we have needed the humans.

When we began this gentle truce,

this so-called Bloody Sunday Agreement,

we needed their blood to feed our thirst.

But all things that have a beginning have an end.

Our family has evolved from lurking in the shadows

to a new status quo.

Now we must change again

before the humans have time to regroup.

- We are cut off from the world;

no doubt guns pointing towards us,

wanting,

waiting.

- One thing I have learned in my time

is that you cannot cage a wild beast forever.

- We cannot take much more from the humans.

They are already on their knees.

- We can,

we will.

- What do you want them to do?

- I want them to die.

(buggy engine roaring) (intense intriguing music)

(guns pattering) (alarm blaring)

(Adam grunting) (keys jangling)

(vampires roaring)

(buggy engine roaring)

(guns pattering)

(foreboding dark music)

(vampire growling)

(soft foreboding music)