Dracula 2000 Page #2

[Whispering] Whatever.

MARY:
I've decided. I just won't let it get to me.

LUCY:
So, what do you think it is?

You tell me.

Your dot-com dream analyst says I'm having a baby.

Father Devereaux says I should go back to Xanax...

and your bartender friend Ray...

Ha! He insists I'm just repressed.

Ooh.

- Mm-hmm.

- What?

Nothing.

I just keep thinking, Mary, that maybe...

if you had a man in your bed, you might not--

I wouldn't need the man in my head. Thanks.

[Beeps]

Where are the guards? What happened?

We were robbed, Simon.

We were robbed. I told you.

SIMON:
But downstairs, it's all there.

What did they take?

VAN HELSING:
My private holdings.

SIMON:
The abbey.

Yes. My artifacts, textiles, everything that I call my own.

Where are the police? Why aren't they all over?

There's no need to inform the police.

The guards were not hurt.

I compensated them well. They understand my wishes.

I don't understand your wishes.

No police!

Simon, look.

VAN HELSING:
Some of my holdings were acquired...

in a manner not quite befitting the scrutiny of the law.

You understand what I mean, huh?

Where are you going?

Well, I must tend to this matter myself.

And in my absence, I will need you to run the business.

Matthew, what did they take?

Matthew.

Confide in me.

[Van Helsing sighs]

You've always trusted me before.

Christ, you've been like a--a father to me.

A father? Ha ha.

No, Simon.

That is something I was never meant to be.

MARCUS:
So, how long to the Caymans?

CHARLIE:
We're under an hour.

[Click]

God damn it!

[Panting]

Look, I told you.

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]

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