Countess Dracula Page #6

You know she does.

And I have found her.

Then you are blessed indeed.

- But also vulnerable.

- How so?

Being so dazzled by the light of your love

that you cannot see a man

steal upon you in the dark.

Will you buy some beads?

Or a Turkish dagger?

To protect you from your enemies?

Why should I have enemies?

All men have enemies.

But blessed men more

since they are envied.

Away, fool! This is Turkish talk.

- Ziza!

- Me, Captain?

Our young friend is much taken with you.

No, she's for you.

Come on, enjoy her while you can.

What's the matter?

Thinking of your lady love?

What's the joke? Come on, let me in on it.

- I've made a little bet with him.

- Over me?

- I'll have him any time.

- Will you?

That he can't get you

into the castle unseen.

The castle? You win the bet -

I'm not going there.

Why not?

You know what they say

about the Countess.

- She's a witch.

- A witch?

All the Bathorys are witches.

Sold their souls to the devil.

Their ancestor

was a seven-headed dragon.

And the worst of them all

is the Countess Elisabeth.

- 50 coronas if you come with us.

- 50?

And my protection from the witch.

- Promise?

- Promise.

Oh, well. I was never one

to listen to gossip.

Come on. We're going.

Just a minute. My hat.

Goodbye.

Forgive me.

Help me.

Quiet!

Where are we? Oh, yes.

We're going that way.

I don't go that way,

I don't go that way. I go that way.

Down that way we go.

Have fun, my little ones.

Come on, darling.

The gallant Captain.

I mistook you for a ghost.

And I mistook you for a villain

and damn near cut your throat.

What's your business?

I found a most intriguing map

that marks doors and passages

that I never knew existed.

I've been tracing them. Look!

At this hour?

My mind is most alert at night.

While people sleep.

Do as you please but keep to the library.

Don't go prowling,

you might frighten somebody.

Or end up a ghost myself.

You cheated me.

You knew this would happen

and you've made a fool of me.

No, I promise.

What do you want?

That we should make love?

Now, as you are?

- Two old fools fumbling at each other?

- Don't be cruel.

- Help me.

- Why should I help you?

You don't want me - it's him, lmre.

It's him you're thinking about

and how you'll look for him tomorrow.

But you still need me, don't you?

As a whore needs her pander.

But there's just one customer

who doesn't want you, young or old -

your little lover.

I'll show you.

- Come and watch him...

- No!

...in his satisfaction

with a real young woman.

Now, lying on my bed...

coupling with the cheapest whore in town.

- No, I don't want to see him.

- Come!

Come.

See.

Your young lover.

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