Dracula: Dead and Loving It Page #5

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She looks especially lovely tonight.

Would you be insanely jealous

if I should ask her to dance?

Well, to be perfectly frank... Not at all.

Thank you.

Master!

You're here.

Do not call me master.

- What are you doing here?

- I don't know. They invited me.

I smell a rat.

- Where?

- Renfield.

If I am discovered, we must flee.

Yes. I'll escape. I'll meet you at Carfax.

No. That would be too dangerous.

They will search there first.

I have moved my coffin

to the abandoned chapel...

at the top of the cliffs.

When you come,

make sure you're not being followed.

- Do you understand?

- Yes, master.

- Do not call me master.

- Yes...

Good evening, Miss Mina.

- May I have the next dance?

- I beg your pardon, sir.

Can't you see

I'm having a drink with Miss Mina?

You have finished your drink.

So I have.

Come, Miss Mina.

- Martin.

- Right.

Now!

I can't see him. How can this be?

The vampire...

casts no reflection in a mirror.

She's doing quite well

without him, isn't she?

Hey, we must be good.

Let's really give them something to watch.

Play the czardas.

Czardas.

They're loving it.

Come on!

Big finish.

You are a very wise man, Van Helsing...

for someone who has yet to live

a single lifetime.

Get him!

Master!

I mean, mister!

You!

Where do you think you're going?

Professor!

- We must find him before sunrise.

- Why before sunrise?

Because the rays of the sun

will destroy him.

He must hide during the daylight hours.

Come, or Miss Mina

will be lost to us forever.

Come along, old fly-eater.

We've searched Carfax Abbey from top

to bottom. There's no trace of them.

What can we do, Professor?

Where could he be?

I don't know.

We must release Renfield.

He is our only hope.

He called Dracula "master."

I thought he said, "mister."

That was only a ruse

to fool the feebleminded.

- No offense.

- I understand.

Renfield will go straight to Dracula.

And we will follow. This way.

You'll stay here till you rot.

Well, you're free to go.

- Free to go? Why? How?

- Good behavior.

But I've only been in here for a moment.

Well, for that moment,

your behavior was very good.

Let's go.

Watch your step.

I'm coming, master.

I know what they are up to.

They think I'll lead them to the master.

I must outsmart them.

Lost them.

Gentlemen, we are fortunate.

- Why?

- He's an imbecile. Come.

Master, I'm here.

Are you sure you were not followed?

No, I led them in the wrong direction.

They have no idea where I am.

He went into the chapel. Hurry!

You have led them right to me,

you stupid nuncompoop.

I didn't know.

I'm sorry, master. Punish me.

No. Go. Lead them away.

I don't have any time.

No, you must punish me.

Hurt me. I deserve it.

- Not now!

- But I've failed you, master!

I'm a useless, pitiful fool

who has betrayed you.

You must hurt me.

All right!

Good, master. Good.

Okay, that's enough.

Why?

Up there!

It's locked.

Break it open.

- Put your weight into it.

- Doctor.

Okay.

They are too late.

Soon you will be my bride for eternity.

Don't stop.

Good, keep it up.

Harder.

The hinges are giving way.

Jonathan, duck.

Back.

Jonathan, get that stake.

A sharp wooden stick, anything.

Back.

Good.

Now drive it through his heart.

Look out!

Arrogant mortal.

You are in my world now...

and you will never leave this attic alive.

I will destroy you...

and then I will possess she

whom you love the most...

and there is not a single thing

in the world you can do to stop me.

For that you'll watch...

while with your beloved Mina

I consummate our marriage.

Grab him. He's getting away.

Grab him.

- Where is he? Where did he go?

- He's up there.

We must catch him, or else all is lost.

Master.

This way.

Renfield, you a**hole!

Where am I?

- What's happened to Dracula?

- He's dead.

And you're free.

Thank God.

You're my own sweet,

innocent Mina again.

And I have you, my darling Jonathan,

to thank for it.

And now, my dearest...

let me take you home.

Master!

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

There.

You're starting to look like

your old self again.

Your master is gone forever, Mr. Renfield.

You are your own man now.

- I am?

- Yes.

No one will ever control you again.

- You're right.

- Good.

- Come, Renfield.

- Yes, master.

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