Dracula 2000 Page #2

This thing is completely sealed.

We'll have to blow it like a goddamn safe.

No, we are not using explosives.

I mean, he put stuff in.

He takes stuff out.

Just solve it.

You heard the lady.

Just solve it.

[Door closes]

TRICK:
Dax and Eddie get impaled.

What the hell is going on?

- You know something.

- Would you just go sit down?

Just sit down.

Ow!

Uhh.

[Grunts]

There was probably cash upstairs!

We didn't bother looking. Un-f***ing-believable.

Always doing what she says.

God! Poor boys doing what she says.

[Mocking] We're not leaving without the prize.

[Sighs]

[Panting]

Ooh!

[Sniffs]

[Coughs] Ohh.

NIGHTSHADE:
What? Oh, man.

What are those, leeches?

Still juice in this thing?

Oh, my G--

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

[Grunts]

[Panting]

Aah!

[Grunting]

God damn it!

God damn it!

Uhh! Uhh!

[Groans]

[Grunts]

NIGHTSHADE:
Rubies.

Aah!

[Hisses]

[Nightshade screaming]

Shade?

Shade, quit f***ing around. Get out here now.

[Metal creaking]

[Door bangs]

Shade, you back there?

[Door bangs]

I do not need this sh*t.

Unh!

[Gasps]

TRICK:
The f***?

[Banging]

[Growls]

[Grunting]

SOLINA:
What the hell was that?

It was probably just turbulence.

[Gasps]

Trick?

What the hell are you?

[Breathes deeply]

[Gasps]

Oh, my God.

Solina?

Solina? Solina?

MARCUS:
Solina, what are you doing?!

[Growls]

MARCUS:
Get your hands off of her!

Get off of her!

[Grunting]

[Grunts]

You're not from that coffin.

[Grunts]

You're not from that coffin!

[Marcus panting]

Aargh!

What the hell are you doing?!

Marcus?

[Thunder]

Uhh.

[Thunder]

Charlie!

Stay in the light!

[Screaming]

[Thunder]

Wake up.

Wake up.

[Gasps]

Wake up.

MARY:
Wake up.

It's the dream.

You know it's the dream.

Wake up.

[Shivering]

[Sniffs]

[Whispering] Mary.

You are real.

LUCY:
Mary?

Mary, wake up. Mary, wake up!

You were screaming.

God, you scared me!

I saw him.

I--I saw his face.

Who?

[Panting] Mary.

There's something wrong with me, Lucy.

There's something so wrong.

[Crying]

It's OK.

It's OK, Mary.

MARY:
I've had these dreams my whole life--

trapped in darkness with this man.

I used to think they were just nightmares...

but this one, it was so real...

I could feel his breath on my skin.

I...

I think I'm losing it.

Then it's good you're here.

It's been a long time since your last confession.

I'm not here to confess.

I need to ask you something.

All right.

My mother came to this church...

for the last five years of her life.

Did she ever talk about my father?

Why she left him?

Why she took me away?

Did she ever say what it was...

she thought she was protecting me from?

Why are you asking me this?

She was afraid of something.

Spiritually afraid.

She must've told you things...

she couldn't even tell me.

She came to you the week before she died.

Did she confess some terrible secret?

Do I have some terrible secret?

Her confession would've been confidential.

We're friends, David.

Remember?

We went to school together.

I...

I boycotted your ordination.

MARY:
She's dead now.

You can tell me.

As my friend.

MARY:
Not as a priest.

I'm sorry, Mary.

FATHER DAVID:
She never told me.

Not a thing.

P.A.:
Welcome to New Orleans.

For your safety and the safety of other passengers...

please do not leave your luggage unattended.

TV ANCHORMAN:
Checking our top local story...

authorities remain baffled by a mysterious plane crash...

that took place earlier today.

We take you now to Revillon Parish...

TV ANCHORMAN:
where a still unidentified cargo plane...

plunged into Bayou Celeste...

about 60 miles east of New Orleans.

TV ANCHORMAN:
Our Valerie Sharpe...

is standing by live with the report.

Thank you, Wesley.

I'm here in a swamp of death tonight...

for five doomed souls destined for points unknown.

VALERIE:
We have shocking footage of the presumed pilot.

Sensitive viewers may want to turn away.

VALERIE:
He was bizarrely lashed to the yoke...

with radio cable and bound in twisted pipe.

The remaining four victims...

VALERIE:
as well as an antique silver coffin...

were removed to nearby Clarke...

where a tiny town hall...

has been transformed into a morgue tonight.

VAN HELSING:
Clarke.

VALERIE:
A source close to the investigation...

VALERIE:
Valerie Sharpe reporting, News 13.

CAMERAMAN:
And you're clear.

All right.

Now let's do one more for the 10 P.M. promo, OK?

VALERIE:
You getting the crash? The sunset? The tits?

CAMERAMAN:
It's the talent that matters, Val.

And don't you forget it.

Let's grab and go. Shoot.

Whenever you're ready, Val.

This is Valerie Sharpe...

reporting on a flight of death that ended in fear.

Cut. I screwed up, didn't I?

Didn't even notice.

Just go when it feels juicy.

What is with these bugs?

[Insects buzzing]

Now we lost the sun, didn't we?

Nobody's watching the sun, Val.

CAMERAMAN:
We're the last ones here, so let's wrap it up.

This is Valerie Sharpe.

Turn me on at 11:00 for my report...

VALERIE:
on a fiery fright of dea--

God. Fright of death.

Flight of death.

This is Valerie Sharpe. Turn me on at 11:00...

to watch these stupid bugs kiss my--

[Crack]

Val?

[Gasping and panting]

What the f***?

God.

[Cameraman yelling]

Oh, God!

[Grunting]

Oh, God!

Aah!

[Thud]

Ohh!

VALERIE:
Oh, God.

[Panting]

Oh!

[Banging]

[Gasps]

[Exhales]

SINGING:
I know what it takes

To break you

I'll kill everything

That made you

I know what it takes

To break you

Cover for me, will you?

I have to go out.

Why? Where?

Oh, just...

I can't...

SINGING:
Kill everything that made you

DRIVER:
Thank you, sir. Take care.

VAN HELSING:
Simon!

You should be in London. I told you--

You told me to look the other way.

SIMON:
I saw you take your passport, Matthew.

Our friend at Heathrow customs still owes me a favor or two.

SIMON:
You weren't hard to track.

God, you look awful.

[Rumbling]

VAN HELSING:
Now, whatever you see, remember your sanity.

What you see is real.

What the hell does that mean?

What are you doing?

VAN HELSING:
What must be done.

- That's Solina.

- Not anymore.

SIMON:
What are you doing?

F***.

F*** me.

Oh, Mr. Van Helsing, haven't you been selfish?

Jesus.

VAN HELSING:
Stay behind me.

Who the hell was that?

VAN HELSING:
He meant to kill us.

They all mean to kill us.

Who? Why? That was Solina.

VAN HELSING:
I swear to you, Simon, it was not.

She must not escape. Leave her to me...

but if anything down here moves...

shoot it. You understand?

VAN HELSING:
Shoot it in the heart or cut off its head.

You understand? They are the undead.

The undead? Undead?!

[Creaking]

[Footstep, creaking]

SIMON:
F***.

I'm sorry, man. I just don't know what's wrong with me.

Aah!

[Gun clicking]

[Nightshade gagging]

I said I was sorry.

[Body falls]

Matthew!

[Rustling]

[Whispering] All right.

Aah!

Unh!

It's better than money.

You're the one who had a thing for my girl.

MARCUS:
Boy, have I got something for you.

Sorry, sport. I'm an atheist.

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