Dracula: Dead and Loving It Page #2

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We're sorry, but we heard a noise

in the bushes below your window.

- We thought it might be a prowler.

- Would you mind if we had a look about?

No. Please do.

- Nothing out here.

- Nothing amiss here, either.

What a relief.

I'm very confident

there's no danger here whatsoever.

Sorry to disturb you, dear.

We've searched every inch of the room,

and there's no sign of forcible entry.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Something wrong with this latch.

Not to worry. I'll give it a jolly good slam.

Renfield.

- Yes?

- I can't take it. Can you take it?

The lights, the screaming,

the crazy faces staring at me.

I tell you, the walls are closing in on me.

- I've got to get out of here.

- Guard, get back to work.

Yes, sir.

Come along then, Renfield.

You're going to have tea with the guvnor.

At last.

Now you'll see, Martin.

Dr. Seward will believe I'm not insane.

I wouldn't bet me last shilling on it.

Let's go.

Stay.

- Dr. Seward.

- Yes?

- Mr. Renfield is here.

- Good. Send him out, Martin.

McManus, the patient in the west wing?

- Yes.

- He's having a conniption fit.

Give him an enema.

- An enema?

- Yes.

It will give him a feeling

of accomplishment.

Yes, sir.

Renfield, good of you to come.

Good to see you, old chap.

How are you feeling?

Normal. Perfectly normal.

- Excellent.

- Yes.

Dr. Seward, may I ask

why I've been brought to the sanitarium?

We would like to perform a few tests,

that's all, if you don't mind.

No, not at all.

As you can see, I'm quite all right now.

Quite so. Hungry?

- Famished.

- Help yourself.

- Such a bounty.

- Yes.

I was just telling...

What was that?

- You grabbed something from the table.

- I did not.

You did. I saw you.

You put it in your mouth.

I think it was an insect.

That was a raspberry.

Raspberry? We're not serving raspberries.

Then it must have been a raisin.

It fell off a muffin.

- There seems to be one missing.

- It's missing?

- Really? Of course.

- Only a raisin.

How extraordinary.

Silly me, it must have been

my imagination...

There, you did it again.

You just put a bug in your mouth.

I think it was a spider.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

I tell you, I saw you snatch a spider

right out of the air and eat it.

A spider? How absurd.

What?

- Dropped my fork.

- Dropped it? You flung it.

What's the matter with you?

Mr. Renfield, I'll ask you

what are you doing down there?

Fork found.

- This is most unseemly. I don't think...

- Sorry for the delay.

My God, man.

You're eating insects

right from the ground.

What makes you say that?

Because I can see one

trying to get out of your mouth.

- Out of my mouth?

- Yes, your very own mouth.

- It's wriggling about.

- Don't be ridiculous.

It's wriggling all over the place.

Poor thing, it's fighting for its life.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If you keep ranting, I'm going to leave.

Me ranting? You're the ranter!

Hello, little darling. Don't be afraid.

- He's cracking.

- I won't hurt you.

- Don't hurt me.

- All I want is your life!

Martin!

Put him in a straitjacket

and give him an enema.

Wait. Give him an enema first...

then put him in a straitjacket.

- Yes, sir.

- Lives!

Lucy, you lazy girl.

It's past 10:
00.

The horses are saddled and waiting.

Mina, I don't think

I could put a foot out of bed today.

I had such horrid dreams.

I feel completely drained.

Darling, you're dreadfully pale.

You look absolutely peaked.

- Perhaps Father should have a look at you.

- Yes, perhaps.

- Father.

- Yeah.

- It's Lucy.

- What's the matter with her?

I don't know.

She's frightfully pale and wan.

Pale? Wan? I best have a look.

I've given you some laudanum, dear.

It will help you sleep.

I see no sign of infection.

Are you sure you don't remember

where these marks came from?

An insect? Perhaps a spider.

Do you recall being bitten?

No. But I had a dream.

Yes?

What about that dream?

I remember nothing.

She's asleep.

I must confess I'm completely confounded.

I'm going to take the liberty

of contacting Prof. Abraham Van Helsing.

Van Helsing?

I thought he was

a metaphysician and philosopher.

He's also a medical doctor. Knows more

about obscure diseases than anyone else.

He may be the only man who can help us.

Yes. Contact him, Father.

- Contact him straight away.

- Yes.

Gentlemen, you are about to observe

your first autopsy.

It's not unusual

for some members of the freshman class...

to feel a bit faint during this procedure.

So this is where we begin to separate

our future physicians...

from those who just want to play doctor.

Now, first things first.

We uncover the corpse.

We make an incision from the groin...

to the upper chest cavity, there.

Now, as I open...

the abdominal wall, you will observe...

that the organs

have gone from a nice healthy pink...

to a disgusting green.

We must check the intestines...

for pathological clues.

So...

Here, pass it along.

Don't worry, there's plenty to go around.

No one seems to be standing.

Hello. I am still standing,

Professor Van Helsing.

Woodbridge, right?

Come closer, Woodbridge.

Good for you. Staunch fellow.

Why don't we have a look at the brain?

First, we crack open the skull.

So...

behold the naked human brain.

Examine it.

A good morning's work.

Come.

Professor, 10 out of 10.

Yeah. I still got it.

I have a message for you from Dr. Seward.

A message from Dr. Seward?

What does he say?

He wants you to come

to Whitby immediately.

It's an emergency.

An emergency?

Yes, sir. An emergency.

I am awake.

I'm awake during the daytime?

What is happening?

I cannot be up during the daylight.

It must be the young blood

from Miss Lucy.

Her blood is still in my system.

Is it possible she has cured me?

Yes. I am cured.

Now I can be up night and day.

It is so bright...

so many colors...

and the sun is so warm.

Hello, young lovers.

I could not help but smell

your lovely picnic.

Could I presume to ask you

for a piece of your chicken?

Surely, sir.

- Some wine, sir?

- I never drink wine.

What the hell. Let me try it.

It's good.

Master!

Renfield, look at me.

I'm drinking wine and eating chicken.

What are you doing out in the daytime?

Relax, Renfield. I am cured.

No, you're not. Look.

I made a mistake.

I've got to get back to my coffin.

It's nighttime. Then it wasn't real.

I was having a daymare.

Three tiny puncture marks on her throat.

Three?

Two.

Two tiny puncture marks on her throat.

What does it mean, Professor?

Gentlemen, what I am about to say...

will shake the very foundation...

of every medical precept you hold dear.

We have entered

the realm of the supernatural.

Supernatural?

- Realm of the supernatural?

- Ja.

Lucy has been attacked...

by a creature that rises from its grave...

and sucks the blood of the living...

in order to prolong

its own unholy existence.

What we are dealing with here is...

a vampire.

- Vampire?

- Vampire?

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