Dracula 2000 Page #4

VALERIE:
We have shocking footage of the presumed pilot.

Sensitive viewers may want to turn away.

VALERIE:
He was bizarrely lashed to the yoke...

with radio cable and bound in twisted pipe.

The remaining four victims...

VALERIE:
as well as an antique silver coffin...

were removed to nearby Clarke...

where a tiny town hall...

has been transformed into a morgue tonight.

VAN HELSING:
Clarke.

VALERIE:
A source close to the investigation...

VALERIE:
Valerie Sharpe reporting, News 13.

CAMERAMAN:
And you're clear.

All right.

Now let's do one more for the 10 P.M. promo, OK?

VALERIE:
You getting the crash? The sunset? The tits?

CAMERAMAN:
It's the talent that matters, Val.

And don't you forget it.

Let's grab and go. Shoot.

Whenever you're ready, Val.

This is Valerie Sharpe...

reporting on a flight of death that ended in fear.

Cut. I screwed up, didn't I?

Didn't even notice.

Just go when it feels juicy.

What is with these bugs?

[Insects buzzing]

Now we lost the sun, didn't we?

Nobody's watching the sun, Val.

CAMERAMAN:
We're the last ones here, so let's wrap it up.

This is Valerie Sharpe.

Turn me on at 11:00 for my report...

VALERIE:
on a fiery fright of dea--

God. Fright of death.

Flight of death.

This is Valerie Sharpe. Turn me on at 11:00...

to watch these stupid bugs kiss my--

[Crack]

Val?

[Gasping and panting]

What the f***?

God.

[Cameraman yelling]

Oh, God!

[Grunting]

Oh, God!

Aah!

[Thud]

Ohh!

VALERIE:
Oh, God.

[Panting]

Oh!

[Banging]

[Gasps]

[Exhales]

SINGING:
I know what it takes

To break you

I'll kill everything

That made you

I know what it takes

To break you

Cover for me, will you?

I have to go out.

Why? Where?

Oh, just...

I can't...

SINGING:
Kill everything that made you

DRIVER:
Thank you, sir. Take care.

VAN HELSING:
Simon!

You should be in London. I told you--

You told me to look the other way.

SIMON:
I saw you take your passport, Matthew.

Our friend at Heathrow customs still owes me a favor or two.

SIMON:
You weren't hard to track.

God, you look awful.

[Rumbling]

VAN HELSING:
Now, whatever you see, remember your sanity.

What you see is real.

What the hell does that mean?

What are you doing?

VAN HELSING:
What must be done.

- That's Solina.

- Not anymore.

SIMON:
What are you doing?

F***.

F*** me.

Oh, Mr. Van Helsing, haven't you been selfish?

Jesus.

VAN HELSING:
Stay behind me.

Who the hell was that?

VAN HELSING:
He meant to kill us.

They all mean to kill us.

Who? Why? That was Solina.

VAN HELSING:
I swear to you, Simon, it was not.

She must not escape. Leave her to me...

but if anything down here moves...

shoot it. You understand?

VAN HELSING:
Shoot it in the heart or cut off its head.

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