Dracula: Dead and Loving It Page #3

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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

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