The Brides of Dracula Page #2

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Balls, dinners...

- ...life.

- I'm sure.

People used to come from all over Europe,

even from Paris to be my guests...

...until he ruined it all.

He ruined it all? How?

It hurt me too much not to be able to

present my only child to my friends.

To have to keep him locked up.

Is he ill in his mind?

I never see him myself.

Greta looks after him.

She is his old nurse.

- You never see him yourself?

- He has made me suffer so appallingly.

He has his own rooms apart from

the rest of the castle...

...only reached through that door.

But all that is nothing.

The vital thing is that you

discovered its existence...

...and I have explained the situation.

But, Madame, are you sure

he is happy there?

Are madmen happy?

Surely something can be done.

- Is there no doctor?

- We pray for death, he and I.

At least, I hope he does.

The people around here think

he is dead already.

So I am told

and I encourage that belief.

Encourage?

I see you are passing judgment

on me, my child.

Sleep before you pronounce sentence.

I am feeling very tired.

May I say goodnight?

Of course, Madame. Good night.

Thank you and may I say...

...God bless you.

If only he could.

No. Don't do that.

Who are you?

Who are you?

- Why have you come here?

- I called to you from my window.

I've come to help you, if I can.

Help me?

Have you?

Come here, will you?

No, don't be frightened.

I want to look at you.

You are very beautiful.

So you have come to help me,

have you?

Well, no one can do that,

Mademoiselle. No one can do that.

I was terrified you were going to

throw yourself over the balcony.

I assure you I wasn't.

I can't.

Come closer.

Please, come closer.

You see, I...

I can't come to you.

But... it's inhuman!

My mother thinks of me as inhuman,

doesn't she?

I suppose she's told you that I'm mad.

That I have to be locked away like this

for everybody's sake.

Well, why shouldn't she?

And why shouldn't you believe her?

- I don't know what to believe.

- You see, Mademoiselle, this castle...

...the mountains, the dark acres of forest...

Even the valley below, belong to me.

They are my inheritance. I am Baron Meinster.

But my mother is a

vicious, evil, jealous woman.

She's let people believe that I'm dead.

She wants them to think that the castle

and the grounds have devolved upon her.

They might just as well have done so.

I'm more than half dead,

already living shut away like this as I am.

I mustn't talk like that.

I promise to help you.

If you confide in me, I'm sure I can.

- Only tell me what to do.

- Could you...?

Could you, I wonder,

find the key that fits this.

Where does your mother keep it?

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