Corpse Bride Page #3

Let me see what l can do.

Where did l put that book?

l left it here somewhere.

There's the one.

l have it.

A Ukrainian haunting spell.

Just the thing for these quick trips.

-So glad you thought of this.

-Me too.

Now, then

where were we?

The Ukrainian haunting spell?

Here we have it. Ready?

Just remember, when you

want to come back, say ''Hopscotch.''

-Hopscotch?

-That's it.

l spent so long in the darkness

l'd almost forgotten how beautiful

the moonlight is.

Hey, l think you dropped something.

Hold on, hold on.

l think l should prepare Mother

and Father for the big news.

l'll go ahead and you

wait here.

-Perfect.

-l won't be long.

Stay right here. l'll be right back.

Okay.

No peeking.

lf ever l see that Van Dort boy

l'll strangle him with my bare hands.

Your hands are too fat,

and his neck is too thin.

You'll have to use a rope.

This is the voice of your conscience.

Listen to what I say.

I have a bad feeling about that boy.

You know he is no--

Go chew someone else's ear for a while.

Victor has gone to see his parents,

just like he said.

lf l hadn't just been sitting in it,

l would say that you had lost your mind!

l'm sure he has a perfectly

good reason for taking so long.

l am sure he does.

Why don't you go ask him?

All right, l will.

After all, he couldn't get far

with those cold feet.

-Victoria.

-Victor? l'm so happy to see you.

Come by the fire. Where have you been?

Are you all right?

l-- l--

Oh, dear.

You're as cold as death.

What's happened to you?

Your coat.

Victoria, l confess.

This morning

l was terrified of marriage.

But then, on meeting you,

l felt l should be with you always

and that our wedding

could not come soon enough.

Victor, l feel the same.

Victoria, l se-- l se--

l seem to find myself married.

And you should know it's unexpected.

My darling,

l just wanted to meet--

Darling? Who's this?

-Who is she?

-l'm his wife.

-Victor?

-Victoria, wait. You don't understand.

She's dead. Look.

Hopscotch.

No! No! Victoria!

You lied to me!

Just to get back to that other woman.

Don't you understand?

You're the other woman.

No! You're married to me.

She's the other woman.

She's got a point.

And l thought.... l thought

this was all going so well.

Look, l'm sorry, but

this just can't work.

Why not?

lt's my eye, isn't it?

No. Your eye is

lovely.

Listen, under different circumstances,

well, who knows?

But we're just too different.

l mean, you're dead.

You should've thought about that

before you asked me to marry you.

Why can't you understand? lt was

a mistake. l would never marry you.

Roses for eternal love.

Lilies for sweetness.

Baby's breath.

Why so blue?

Maybe he's right.

Maybe we are too different.

Maybe he should

have his head examined.

l could do it.

Or perhaps he does belong with her.

Little Miss Living.

With her rosy cheeks and beating heart.

Oh, those girls are ten a penny.

You've got so much more.

You've got-- You've got--

You've got a wonderful personality.

What does that wispy little brat have

That you don't have double?

She can't hold a candle

To the beauty of your smile

How about a pulse?

Overrated by a mile

-Overvalued

-Overblown

If he only knew

The you that we know

And that silly little creature

isn't wearing his ring

And she doesn't play piano

Or dance, or sing

No, she doesn't compare

-But she still breathes air

-Who cares?

-Unimportant

-Overrated

-Overblown

-If only he could see

How special you can be

If he only knew

The you that we know

If I touch a burning candle

I can feel no pain

If you cut me with a knife

It's still the same

And I know her heart is beating

And I know that I am dead

Yet the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

And it seems that I still have

A tear to shed

The sole redeeming feature

From that little creature

Is that she's alive

-Overrated

-Overblown

Everybody knows

That's just a temporary state

Which is cured very quickly

When we meet our fate

-Who cares?

-Unimportant

-Overrated

-Overblown

If only he could see

How special you can be

If he only knew

The you that we know

If I touch a burning candle

I can feel no pain

In the ice or in the sun

It's all the same

Yet I feel my heart is aching

Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking

And the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

I know that I am dead

Yet it seems that I still have

Some tears to shed

lt's true, Mother!

Victor is married to a dead woman.

l saw her. A corpse!

Standing right here with Victor.

Victor was in your room?

l have to help him.

The scandal!

Come sit in your chair, dearie.

You're shaking like a leaf.

Let Hilde fetch you a blanket.

Fetch her a straitjacket!

She's completely mad!

Come, Hildegarde.

Finis, come to bed at once.

What in heaven's name?

Who could that be at this hour?

Miss Everglot.

What are you doing here? You should be

at home, prostrate with grief.

Pastor Galswells,

l have to ask you something.

-This is most irregular.

-Please, l beg of you.

You are the only one in the village who

knows of what awaits beyond the grave.

A grim topic for a bride-to-be.

lt is a bride l fear,

which is why l must know.

Can the living marry the dead?

What on earth are you speaking about?

Please, it's Victor.

He's married to a corpse.

He has a corpse bride!

There must be some way

to undo what's been done.

l believe l know the thing to do.

Come with me.

Victoria? Where are your corsets?

She's speaking in tongues.

Of unholy alliances.

Her mind has come undone, l fear.

lt's not true! Let me go! Let me go!

Thank you, Pastor Galswells.

Thank you so very much.

Take her to her room!

No, l'm telling the truth.

Victor needs my help.

Hildegarde, you believe me, don't you?

-Mother, Father, please.

-Seal the doors

and bar the windows. See to it that

she doesn't escape again.

He needs our help! Oh, let me go!

Let me go!

Will the mortification never cease?

lt will be years before we can show

ourselves in public again.

What shall we do?

We shall continue as planned,

with or without Vincent.

-Victor.

-Whatever.

For that boy to toss aside

a young woman like Victoria

it's positively criminal.

Why, if l had a woman

like your daughter on my arm

l would lavish her with riches

befitting royalty.

Your lady wife

is a most fortunate woman.

Alas, l am not married.

l was betrothed some years ago

but tragedy snatched

my young bride away.

When one lives alone,

wealth counts for naught.

Marvelous news, Victoria,

there'll be a wedding after all.

You found him?

Make haste, my dear,

our relatives will arrive at any moment.

We must have you looking presentable

for Lord Barkis.

Lord Barkis?

He will make a fine husband.

Aye. A fortuitous turn of events indeed.

A far better prospect this time.

But l do not love him.

You cannot make me do this.

-We must.

-Please, l beg of you.

There must be another way.

Without your marriage to Lord Barkis

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