What the **** is that thing?!
We kidnapped a **** vampire.
A ballerina vampire!
Someone has been messing with us ever since we got here, right?! It's got to be, uh, some kind of trick!
Shh, we got to get out of here, there's got to be another way!
No, I checked all the other doors. This is some kind of magnetically sealed locks and these shutters are two inches thick. [To Sammy] You think you can hack the locks?
With what internet?
I don't know, you can't do it manually?
Well, even if I could, I don't have any equipment! You know, there's got to be a control room or something!
Okay. What do we know about vampires?
That they're not real.
What are we talking about, like an Anne Rice or a True Blood? You know Twilight? Very different kind of vampires.
Okay, we know they feed off blood.
We're really doing right this now?
They can turn other people into vampires.
Oh, okay. **** it. Um, they can turn into bats and stuff like that.
Mind control, they make you do shit.
They don't have a reflection.
Not listening to this!
Okay, how do we kill a vampire?
Garlic.
A stake through the heart.
Crucifixes.
Holy water.
Oh, you're a **** priest now?
Daylight is a big one.
Oh, that's a good one, but it's, hmm... [mockingly glances at wrist watch] 3:30 in the **** morning!
Shut up! Shut the **** up!
Hey dum-dum, we got a real **** situation here. So I don't give a shit what you think. Either you're helping or you're 270 pounds of dead weight. Which is it?!
Helping. [Pulls away Frank's hand] Just don't do that again.
There's pool cues in the game room. Go sharpen them into stakes.
Okay. [Walks away]
You, go check the kitchen for garlic.
Alone?
Yes, alone.
Yep. [Walks away]
What are you thinking?
I say we tool up and kill her.
That's a mistake. You said it yourself. This girl is smart. She's been manipulating us from the start. We don't know if any of this stuff is gonna work. And even if it does, killing her would be the stupidest thing we could do.
And why is that?
Because we lose the only bargaining chip we have.
Well, what do you suggest?
We trade her to Lazaar for our lives.
No. I'm not betting our lives on your **** hunch.
I'm telling you, she's gonna see you coming.
No! Debate is over! Decision made! Okay?!
I got 'em! [Holds up a netted bundle, but the bag does not have garlic.]
Sammy, those are **** onions!
Well, I don't cook! I don't know!
All right. Let's go kill us a ****... vampire! [Walks off]
Good luck. [Frank turns to her] Oh, I'm not going. I already told you why. And if you put your hand around my neck, you'll lose it.
I'm not going to touch you. Go put your feet up. [To Peter and Sammy] You two, on me. Let's hit the kitchen first. **** onions.



