Alexander! All searched, nobody there. An attack on my innermost is my personal treasures destroyed. If I'm not safe here anymore, where then? Yes, father, I know. That's all, of course. But the main thing is, we're here again. And that's... good. Of course you're right, my son. It's written here, black on white. Your son... Well, your father is 77% Falkensteiner origin. Count Falko points to the genetic test. And what about the rest? Hm? One moment... 23% Sieben... ...burgen. What, Siebenburgen? That sounds familiar. That's Transylvania. That's where the house of this... Oh, Count! Count Dracula! Excited, Count Falko touches his corner teeth. Dagobert, who walks up to him and Alexander on the terrace, looks at him irritatedly. Yes? Dragobert? Stay away from me. I... I'm from Transylvania. I... I can't guarantee anything anymore. That's not new to me. But I can handle it very well. Alexander looks at his father shaking his head. This whole mess about his origin has apparently triggered a genetic crisis. Frau Ascher under the terrace amuses herself as Count Falko hurriedly rushes into the castle. But if I'm real, you'll be surprised, Falko.