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I can feel that my powers are slowly returning

Tie my sash,

add a dash of cologne for that smell

As the pieces fall into place

I'll see her crawl into place

Do svidaniya, Anya, Your Grace

Farewell

- In the dark of the night, terror will strike her

- Terror's the least I can do!

In the dark of the night, evil will brew

Soon she will feel

That her nightmares are real

In the dark of the night

She'll be through!

In the dark of the night, evil will find her

Find her

In the dark of the night, terror comes through

- Doom her

- My dear, here's a sign

It's the end of the line

In the dark of the night

In the dark of the night

Come, my minions

Rise for your master

Let your evil shine

In the dark of the night

Find her now

Yes, fly ever faster

In the dark of the night

In the dark of the night

She'll be mine!

Oh. The mutt gets the window seat.

Stop fiddling with that. Sit up straight.

Remember, you're a grand duchess.

How do you know

what grand duchesses do or don't do?

I make it my business to know.

Look, Anya, I'm just trying to help, all right?

Dimitri, do you really think I'm royalty?

- You know I do.

- Then stop bossing me around.

She certainly has a mind of her own.

Yeah. I hate that in a woman.

- Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.

- I think we did too.

- But I appreciate your apology.

- Apology?

An apology? I was just saying...

Please, don't talk any more.

It's only gonna upset me.

- Fine. I'll be quiet, if you will.

- All right, I'll be quiet.

- Fine.

- Fine.

- Fine.

- Fine.

- Think you'll miss it?

- Miss what, your talking?

No. Russia.

- Nope.

- But it was your home.

It was a place I once lived.

Then you plan on making Paris your home?

What is it with you and homes?

Well, for one thing,

it's something every normal person wants.

- For another thing, you...

- What?

- Just forget it.

- Fine.

Thank goodness it's you.

Please, remove him from my sight.

- What have you done to her?

- Me? It's her.

An unspoken attraction.

Attraction? That skinny little brat?

Have you lost your mind?

- Only asking a simple question.

- Attraction. Ridiculous.

Last month, the travelling papers were blue.

But now they are red.

Papers. Papers, please.

It's what I hate about this government.

- Everything's in red.

- Red?

I propose we move to the baggage car

before the guards come.

I propose we get off this train.

Sorry. I thought you were someone else.

Oh, it's you. Well, that's OK then.

- We've got to go.

- Where are we going?

I think you broke my nose.

Men are such babies.

Yes. Yes, this will do nicely.

- She'll freeze in here.

- She can thaw in Paris.

The baggage car? There's nothing

wrong with our papers, is there, maestro?

Of course not, Your Grace.

It's just that I hate to see you forced

to mingle with all those commoners.

- What was that?

- I don't know.

But there goes the dining car.

- Get off of me!

- I'm trying.

- Uh, Dimitri.

- What?

I think someone has flambed our engine.

Something's not right.

Wait here. I'll check it out.

Anybody here?

We're going way too fast!

Nobody's driving this train.

We're gonna have to jump.

Did you say jump?

- After you.

- Fine. Then we'll uncouple the car.

Come on! I need a wrench, an axe, anything.

Here.

Come on, there's gotta be

something in there better than this.

That'll work.

Go, go, go!

What did they teach you in the orphanage?

The brakes are out!

Turn harder!

Don't worry. We've got plenty of track.

We'll just coast to a stop.

You were saying?

I got an idea, Vlad. Gimme a hand with this.

Hand me the chain.

- Not you!

- Vlad's busy at the moment.

And to think that could have been you.

If we live through this,

remind me to thank you.

Here goes nothin'. Brace yourselves.

Well, this is our stop.

I hate trains.

Remind me never to get on the train again.

Wow.

Take it easy there. Sir, really,

you should watch your blood pressure.

My nephew, lzzie,

just keeled over one day, mid-mango.

Stress, it's a killer, sir. And he's a fruit bat.

No meat. No blood, even.

How could they let her escape?

You're right. It's very upsetting, sir.

I guess this reliquary's broken.

You idiot!

All right now, sir. Take it easy there. Just

remember what I said to you about stress.

I sold my soul for this.

My life, my very existence, depends on it.

And you almost destroyed it.

I get it. I get it. You break it, you bought it.

See that you remember,

you miserable rodent!

Sure, blame the bat. We're easy targets.

What are you muttering about?

Anastasia, sir.

Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir.

I'd give her a... And a...

And then a...

And I'd kick her, sir.

Oh, I have something else in mind.

Something more enticing.

Something really cruel.

- Are we gonna walk to Paris?

- We'll take a boat in Germany.

- Then we're walking to Germany?

- No, Your Grace, we're taking a bus.

A bus.

That's nice.

Sophie, my dear!

Vlady's on his way!

- Who's Sophie?

- Who's Sophie? She's a tender little morsel.

A cup of hot chocolate

after a long walk in the snow.

Vlad, ix-nay on the Ophie-say.

She's a decadent pastry

filled with whipped cream and laughter.

- Is this a person or a cream puff?

- She is the Empress' ravishing first cousin.

But I thought we were going to see

the Empress herself.

Why are we going to see her cousin?

Dimitri?

Well, nobody gets near the Dowager Empress

without convincing Sophie first.

Oh, no. Not me. No.

Nobody told me I had to prove

I was the Grand Duchess.

- Look...

- Show up, yes. Look nice, fine.

- But lie?

- You don't know it's a lie. What if it's true?

OK, so it's one more stop on the road

to finding out who you are.

I thought this was something

you had to see through to the end.

Look at me, Dimitri. I am not exactly

grand duchess material here.

Tell me, child. What do you see?

I see a skinny little nobody

with no past and no future.

I see an engaging and fiery young woman,

who, on occasion, has shown a regal

command equal to any royal in the world.

And I have known my share of royalty.

You see, my dear,

I was a member of the lmperial Court.

So, are you ready to become

the Grand Duchess Anastasia?

- What?

- There is nothing left for you back there.

Everything is in Paris.

Gentlemen, start your teaching.

I remember it well.

You were born in a palace by the sea

A palace by the sea?

- Could it be?

- Yes, that's right.

You rode horseback

when you were only three.

Horseback riding? Me?

- And the horse...

- He was white.

- You made faces and terrorised the cook

- Threw him in the brook

- Was I wild?

- Wrote the book.

But you'd behave

when your father gave that look

- Imagine how it was

- Your long-forgotten past

We've lots and lots to teach you

And the time is going fast

All right. I'm ready.

- Now shoulders back and stand up tall

- And do not walk, but try to float.

- I feel a little foolish. Am I floating?

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