Van Helsing: The London Assignment Page #2

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Sorry, Father.

- Come along, Carl.

- Here, take this:

Rings of garlic, holy water...

silver stake, crucifix.

Why can't I have one of those?

You've never gone after vampires

before now, have you?

Vampires, gargoyles, warlocks,

they're all the same.

Best when cooked well.

No, they're not all the same.

A vampire is nothing like a warlock.

My granny could kill a warlock.

Carl, you've never even been

out of the abbey.

- How do you know about vampires?

- I read.

Here's something new.

Glycerin 48.

Sorry!

What in Allah's name

is wrong with you?

The air around here

is thick with envy.

This is my latest invention.

It's gas-propelled.

Capable of catapulting arrows

in rapid succession...

at tremendous velocity.

Just pull the trigger and hold on.

I've heard the stories

from Transylvania.

Trust me, you'll need this.

A work of certifiable genius.

- Lf you don't say so yourself.

- No, I did say so myself.

I'm a veritable cornucopia

of talent.

Did you invent this?

I've been working on that

for 12 years.

It's compressed magma

from Mt. Vesuvius...

with pure alkaline

from the Gobi Desert.

- It's one of a kind.

- What's it for?

I don't know,

but I'm sure it'll come in handy.

Twelve years,

and you don't know what it does?

I didn't say that.

I said I didn't know what it's for.

What it does

is to create a light source...

equal to the intensity of the sun.

This will come in handy how?

I don't know.

You can blind your enemies.

Charbroil a herd

of charging wildebeest.

Use your imagination.

No, I'm gonna use yours.

That's why you're coming with me.

- Holy hell be damned I am!

- You cursed.

Not very well, but you're a monk.

You shouldn't curse at all.

Actually, I'm still just a friar.

I can curse all I want...

damn it!

The Cardinal has ordered you

to keep me alive.

- For as long as possible.

- But I'm not a field man.

I don't want to go to Transylvania.

Come on.

Dracula unleashed you for a reason.

Pull me up!

It's stuck!

- No, Anna, it will kill you!

- That's my brother out there.

Cut the rope! Cut it now!

Velkan!

My gun! Find my gun!

Find Velkan's gun.

It has to be the silver bullets.

Anna, hurry!

Hurry!

Move.

Anna, look out!

Run!

Velkan.

God...

help us.

- So, what do you remember?

- Not now, Carl.

There must be something.

I remember fighting the Romans

at Masada.

- That was in 73 A.D.

- You asked.

What are we doing here?

Why is it so important

to kill this Dracula, anyway?

- Because he's the son of the Devil.

- I mean, besides that.

If we kill him, anything bitten

or created by him will also die.

I mean, besides that.

Welcome to Transylvania.

- Is it always like this?

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