Blacula Page #3

stick around?

- Please, don't go.

- Where's he going?

Please wait.

Say, man, that is

one strange dude.

- Who is he?

- One strange dude.

I gotta check this cat out again.

Did you see the rags he had on?

That's a bad cape.

I'd like to beat him out of that cape.

Will you meet me here

tomorrow evening?

I need very much to see you.

I'll be here.

Beautiful!

I think romance is in the air.

- Hey, baby.

- Tina, you all right?

Sure.

Mama, how come

you never look at me that way?

There's a reason, Skillet.

I guess we're through,

so I'll take these prints,

run over to my studio,

develop these, and be right back.

Mama, don't you want

a little company?

No, thanks.

I know what would develop

with you in a darkroom.

- It wouldn't be my pictures.

- Right on, baby. I hear ya.

Yeah?

Wait a minute.

Where's that big dude

with the cape?

He was standing

right next to her.

- Help me.

- What happened, lady?

Help me, please.

Do you live here?

- You got your damn report?

- Not me.

Don't give me that crap.

I sent Barnes to the club last night.

No crap. I didn't get it.

- Chrissake. Maureen?

- Yes, sir?

Get Barnes. Tell him he better

get his ass in here fast.

Anything on

that missing body report?

Nothing. No fingerprints,

no signs of breaking and entering.

Not a thing. Who the hell

would want a dead f*ggot?

I can't take any more problems.

Then you'll be thrilled

to know I would like permission

to dig up Billy Schaffer

to do an autopsy.

You're nuts!

You know what I've got to do

to get permission to dig up a grave?

Besides, you've got something

you don't want me to have.

- I don't like it.

- I just don't have it all together.

If I told you my crazy idea,

you'd just laugh at me.

Forget the permits.

I don't work in the dark.

Jack, I need your help.

There's a connection here.

That's all I know.

Just give me a little more time.

Get me that permit, man.

Solid.

What's the sudden interest

in ghouls?

The librarian thinks we're nuts...

and she's not the only one.

- Dr. Thomas' office.

- Gordon there?

One moment, please.

Gordon, it's Peters.

Yeah, Jack.

Couldn't get permission

to exhume McCoy's grave.

You're a big help.

Thanks a lot for nothing.

I'm sorry.

My hands are tied.

- Yeah.

- I tried, damn it!

- It's tough to get.

- I'll talk to you later.

- You understand, right?

- Yeah!

Baby, you better sit down, 'cause I got

something heavy to lay on you.

Lay it on me.

We're gonna dig up Billy's body.

Ghouls, vampires, now bodies.

I take it back.

We're not nuts, you are.

What's more, we're gonna

have to do it tonight.

No, we're not.

You ain't gettin' this n*gger

in no graveyard tonight.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

You going with grown people.

You're supposed to stick with me.

- Gordon, I'm always with you, right?

- Right, right.

- But not this time.

- Come on, babe. Come on.

Just for me?

Nope.

You're so bad.

You're so good.

Run home and change

into some old clothes.

- I'll pick you up later.

- Okay.

- Good evening, Tina.

- Hello, Mamuwalde.

- I thought we were to meet at...

- Yes, at the club.

But I couldn't wait to see you.

I need to speak to you alone.

May I come in?

Of course you can.

I found it a little hard

to leave you last night,

but I had no choice.

I wanted to run after you

and I've never felt

that way before.

- You frightened me.

- No, you mustn't be frightened.

Let me try

and help you understand.

Is it about your wife?

You are my wife.

That's impossible, Mamuwalde.

And yet you believe it.

I don't know

what I believe anymore,

but help me,

and I'll try to understand.

We... are of the lbani tribe,

you and I,

northeast of the Niger Delta.

Our people

are renowned as hunters.

Almost two centuries ago,

the ruling elders of my people

sent me, yes,

and my bride to Europe

on a mission

to protest the slave trade.

The slave trade?

On that mission, I myself

was enslaved, my wife murdered,

and I was placed

under the curse of the undead.

Our assassin was

the vampire Count Dracula.

Count Dracula is a myth.

- He wasn't real.

- Oh, yes, he was real...

as real as I am now,

as real as you are

and my need for you.

You are my Luva recreated.

What are you asking of me?

I want you to rejoin me.

I can't.

Well, you must come to me

freely, with love...

...or not at all.

I will not take you by force

and I will not return.

I have lived again

to lose you twice.

Stay with me.

Please?

Will you talk to me

before I go out of my mind?

Don't sweat it, baby.

We're almost there.

What do you expect

to find, anyway?

Nothing, I hope.

Hold the light over here, will you?

Hurry up and let's

get the hell out of here.

Don't!

Gordon, don't!

Don't!

Don't kill him!

Oh, God!

No, don't! Stop!

- It's all right.

- He was alive!

- You killed him!

- Michelle, he wasn't alive.

He was killed by a vampire.

He wasn't alive or dead.

We just put him

out of his misery.

Easy.

Easy, yes.

All those books.

You must have known something.

Why didn't you tell me?

You never would have believed me.

Does that mean that Bobby...

Right.

He's a vampire, too.

He could be anywhere.

What are we gonna do?

You better tell Peters.

Telling him won't work.

No, we gotta show him somehow.

I wish he could see what I saw.

- Juanita Jones.

- What?

The cabbie.

Come on, let's go.

- Morgue.

- This is Dr. Thomas.

- Yeah?

- You remember that lady cabbie?

What do you mean, I remember?

Nothing wrong with my memory!

Take her out of deep freeze.

Why?

I'm coming over with Lt. Peters.

I want her body warm.

When you take her out,

you leave, make sure to lock the door.

Yeah, okay.

Sam, don't "yeah" me.

Lock it!

Do I remember?

All right, all right!

I'm coming!

This better be good.

First night off in weeks.

Sorry, Jill.

It's important.

Don't you think

I'm used to it by now?

- Hi.

- Hi, honey.

You sure it's all right

if I stay here?

Course. Come on in.

Morgue.

My Tina...

you're so beautiful.

- I won't let you leave me.

- I must.

There is no other way.

To stay is to die.

I wanna go with you,

but I'm afraid.

I promise you

it will not be... unpleasant

or painful.

But there's still time.

All time belongs to us.

I must go now.

It's almost daylight.

I love you.

Not in there.

Oh, my God!

Jesus.

Follow me and stay close.

That's what

I couldn't tell you about.

That's why you

had to see it for yourself.

I wouldn't have believed it.

Sun killed her.

Vampires multiply geometrically.

First night there was one,

second night two, third night four.

It's a goddamn epidemic.

It explains McCoy's

disappearance from Swenson's.

- And now with Sam...

- Do you have any suggestions?

How about an APB

on McCoy and Sam?

APBs on dead men.

Lovely.

Great headlines.

That should get us mass hysteria.

Forget hysteria.

Mass unemployment, starting with me.

We'd better swamp the city

with police, cars on every corner.

It won't make any sense...

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