Van Helsing Page #5

The door.

Of course.

You said your father spent hours...

staring at this painting,

trying to find the lair.

I think you were right.

Quite literally.

I think this is the door.

He just didn't know how to open it.

Look. A Latin inscription.

Maybe it works like

the painting in the tower.

If this were a door, my father

would have opened it long ago.

I can't finish the inscription.

There's a piece missing.

- Your father didn't have this.

- Where did you get that?

Carl, finish it.

In the name of God, open this door.

A mirror.

Dracula has no reflection

in the mirror.

But why?

Maybe, to Dracula

it's not a mirror at all.

It's cold. And it's snowing.

See you on the other side.

Be careful.

Castle Dracula.

Do we have a plan?

Doesn't have to be Wellington's at Waterloo...

but some sort of plan would be nice.

We're going to stop Dracula.

And kill anything in our way.

Well, you let me know how that goes.

Well, as grateful as I am

to be out of the cold...

that doesn't seem like a good thing.

We'd better get moving.

- So are all of those...

- Yes.

- And inside them are...

- Yes.

Igor do this! Lgor do that!

How did you find...

It's impossible!

- Please don't kill me!

- Why not?

Well, I...

My master has awakened.

- There is a cure.

- What?

Dracula. He has a cure to remove

the curse of the werewolf!

Go, find the cure! Save yourself!

Come on. You heard him.

Let's find it.

Wait. Why does Dracula have a cure?

- I don't care!

- I do.

Why does he need one? Why?

Because the only thing

that can kill him is a werewolf.

The painting. That's what it meant.

Dracula's been using werewolves

to do his bidding for centuries.

Yes, but if one ever had the will

to turn on him, he'd need a cure...

to remove the curse and

make him human before it bit him.

You're going to take these two...

- And lead them to the antidote.

- No, I'm not.

Yes, I am.

Here's the plan. When the bell

begins to toll midnight...

you'll be able to kill Dracula.

We just need to find the cure...

and get it into you

before the final stroke.

Are you insane?

What kind of plan is that?

If they even suspect you

of misleading them...

clip off one of his fingers.

- I'll clip off something.

- The tower over there...

- That's where it is.

- And what about the other tower?

- Give me that!

- That is where...

we reassembled the laboratory.

Would I lie to you?

Not if you wanted to live.

Now, if I'm not cured by

the twelfth stroke of midnight...

- I don't think I could.

- You must.

Come on.

I don't like this plan.

We don't have a choice.

Just don't get killed.

You still don't understand.

It doesn't matter

what happens to me.

We must save my family.

If you're late, run like hell.

Don't be late.

Now go. Go.

Get off me, you vermin from hell!

What are you complaining about?

This is why you were made!

To prove that God is not

the only one who can create life!

And now you must give that life

to my children.

Up!

There it is.

I'll go first.

Carl!

Stay as long as you like.

You try to get lgor. Igor get you!

- Go ahead. Grab it.

- You go ahead and grab it.

If there's one thing I've learned...

it's never to be the first to stick

your hand in a viscous material.

- Did I scare you?

- No.

Then maybe I need

to try a little harder.

Viscous material!

What did I tell you?

Get it!

Hot.

- Come on!

- Yes.

We've got to get the antidote

to Van Helsing! Go!

You can't go until I say you can go!

Keep running, Carl!

And I'll say you can go

when you're dead!

Oh, my God!

What are you doing?

You must find the cure!

- My friends are doing it for me.

- Friends.

Yes. You want one?

I can't unscrew the bolts.

This is gonna hurt.

I am accustomed to pain.

It lets you know you're alive.

Give me life!

One more bolt

and my young will live.

You're almost out, my friend!

Help me!

But you're supposed to die.

I want to live.

All right!

Be happy in the knowledge...

that I shall weep

over your dead body.

Hang on!

I'll swing you loose!

You are too late, my friend.

My children live.

Then the only way to kill them

is to kill you.

Correct.

So be it.

One.

No, this cannot be.

We are both part of

the same grand game, Gabriel.

But we need not find ourselves

on opposite sides of the board.

Go! Go and help Van Helsing!

Now!

Thank you.

Oh, my God!

Anna, I need a little help!

Hurry!

Throw it to me, Carl!

Yes!

You are being used, Gabriel,

as was I.

But I escaped. So can you.

Anna, my love...

it is your blood

that shall keep me beautiful.

What do you think of that?

I think if you're going to

kill someone, kill them.

Don't stand there talking about it.

Don't you understand?

We could be friends. Partners!

Brothers-in-arms!

Did I mention that it was you

who murdered me?

It must be such a burden.

Such a curse...

to be the Left Hand of God.

All I want is life, Gabriel.

The continuation of my kind.

And perhaps the return of my ring.

Don't be afraid, Gabriel.

Don't be afraid.

I shall give you back your life,

your memory.

Some things

are better left forgotten.

For God!

God forgive me.

She's dead.

"Eternal rest grant unto her,

Oh, Lord, and let perpetual light...

"shine upon her.

On her soul and the souls of all...

"On her soul and the souls of all...

"the dead faithful have mercy..."

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