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Grandma, it's me.

Anastasia.

Oh, brother.

That's it, Dimitri. Game over.

Our last kopeck gone for

this flea-infested theatre

and still no girl to pretend to be Anastasia.

We'll find her, Vlad.

She's here somewhere, right under our noses.

One look at this jewellery box, the Empress

will think we have the real Anastasia.

- I'm looking for...

- Before she catches on,

we'll be off spending the 10 million roubles.

Pooka.

Pooka.

Pooka, where are you?

- Did you hear something?

- No.

Hello?

Anybody home?

This place.

It's...

It's like a memory from a dream.

Dancing bears

Painted wings

Things I almost remember

And a song

Someone sings

Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

Someone holds me safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

And a song

Someone sings

Once upon a December

What are you doin' in here?

Stop! Stop, stop, stop.

Hold on a minute. Hold on.

Now, how did you get in here?

Excuse me, child...

Vlad, do you see what I see?

No.

Yes. Yes!

- Are you Dimitri?

- Cute.

Perhaps. Depends on who's looking for him.

My name is Anya. I need travel papers.

They say you're the man to see,

even though I can't tell you who said that.

And what... Hey, why are you circling me?

- What, were you a vulture in another life?

- I'm sorry, Anneya.

- It's Anya.

- Anya.

It's just that you look an awful lot like...

Never mind. Now, you said

something about travel papers?

Yes. I'd like to go to Paris.

- You'd like to go to Paris?

- Who is this here?

- Look. He likes me.

- Nice dog.

Now, let me ask you something...

Anya, was it?

- There's a last name that goes with that?

- Well, actually...

This is gonna sound crazy.

I don't know my last name.

I was found wandering around

when I was eight years old.

And before that? Before you were eight?

I know it's strange, but I don't remember.

I have very few memories of my past.

Hm. That's perfect.

I do have one clue, however.

And that is Paris.

Paris?

Right. So can you two help me or not?

Vlad, Vlad, tickets.

Sure would like to. In fact, oddly enough,

we're going to Paris ourselves.

And I've got three... Well, this one is...

But I've got three tickets here.

Unfortunately, the third one is for her.

Anastasia.

We are going to reunite the Grand Duchess

Anastasia with her grandmother.

- You do kind of resemble her.

- The same blue eyes.

- The Romanov eyes.

- Nicholas' smile.

- Alexandra's chin.

- Oh, look.

She even has the grandmother's hands.

She's the same age, the same physical type.

Are you trying to tell me

you think that I am Anastasia?

I've seen thousands of girls

all over the country.

Not one of them looks as much like

the Grand Duchess as you.

- Look at the portrait.

- I knew you were crazy.

- But now I think you are both mad.

- Why?

- You don't remember what happened to you.

- No one knows what happened to her.

You're looking for family, in Paris.

And her only family is in Paris.

Have you ever thought about the possibility?

That I could be royalty?

Well, it's kind of hard

to think of yourself as a duchess

when you're sleeping on a damp floor.

But, sure, every lonely girl

would hope she's a princess.

And, somewhere, one little girl is.

After all, the name Anastasia means

"she will rise again".

Wish we could help, but the third ticket

is for the Grand Duchess Anastasia.

Good luck.

Why didn't you tell her

about our brilliant plan?

All she wants to do is go to Paris.

Why give away a third of the reward money?

I tell you, we're walking away too soon.

Not to worry. I got it all under control.

All right, walk a little slower.

Three, two, one...

- Dimitri!

- Right in the palm of our hand.

- Dimitri, wait!

- Did you call me?

If I don't remember who I am, then who's

to say I'm not a princess or a duchess, right?

Go on.

If I'm not Anastasia,

the Empress will know right away.

- So it's just an honest mistake.

- Sounds plausible.

But, if you are the princess,

then you'll finally know who you are

and have your family back.

You know, he's right.

- Either way, it gets you to Paris.

- Right.

May I present Her Royal Highness,

the Grand Duchess Anastasia?

- Pooka, we are going to Paris.

- No, the dog stays.

- What are you saying? The dog goes.

- The dog does not go.

- I say he's going.

- I'm allergic to dogs.

Anastasia? You have just one problem there,

fellah. Anastasia's dead.

All the Romanovs are dead. They're dead.

Dead, dead, dead.

Am I right, my friend?

I mean, how could that be Ana...

Oh, come on. Am I supposed to believe

that thing woke up after all these years

just because some guy

claims she's a Romanov?

OK, OK, I get the message. Enough already

with the glowing and the smoke people.

If that thing's come back to life,

it must mean Anastasia's alive.

- Leave the dog.

- I am not leaving the dog.

- And that's her.

- We've got a train to catch.

Mayday! Mayday!

It's hot!

Oh, boy.

Ow! I tell you what... Ow!

Who dares intrude on my solitude?

Get out! Out!

Bartok? Is that you?

Master? You're alive?

Yes. In a manner of speaking.

Whoa, that fell right out there, sir.

- Something's happened.

- Yeah.

- Whoopsie.

- I knew it.

I could feel the dark forces stirring.

I'm not surprised, because I saw her.

Anastasia.

Anastasia? Alive?

Sir, your lips, they're...

That Romanov brat!

Ain't that the kick in the head?

I guess a curse just ain't what it used to be.

That's why I was stuck here in limbo.

My curse is unfulfilled.

Look at me.

I am falling apart.

I'm a wreck!

Actually, considering how long

you've been dead, you look pretty good.

- Sir, you do. You do.

- Really?

Sir, is this the face of a bat

who would lie to you?

Come on, for a minute there,

you had your old spark back.

If only I hadn't lost the gift

from the dark forces.

The key to my powers.

What? You mean this reliquary?

- Where did you get that?

- Oh, I found it.

- Give it to me!

- All right, all right. Don't get so grabby.

My old friend.

Together again.

Now my dark purpose will be fulfilled.

And the last of the Romanovs will die!

In the dark of the night

I was tossing and turning

And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be

It scared me out of my wits

A corpse falling to bits

Then I opened my eyes

and the nightmare was me

I was once the most

mystical man in all Russia

When the royals betrayed me

they made a mistake

My curse made each of them pay

But one little girl got away

Little Anya beware, Rasputin's awake

In the dark of the night, evil will find her

In the dark of the night, just before dawn

Revenge will be sweet

When the curse is complete

- In the dark of the night

- She'll be gone!

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