The Return of Count Yorga Page #5

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When she discovers what you are

she'll sicken at your name.

She will loathe you.

Kill her.

If you do not, you may

never see another moon.

You must not allow her to live.

Kill her.

Kill her.

Kill her.

I found

these clothes. I...

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

What matters is that

you look most beautiful

in what you chose to wear.

Thank you.

Whose are they?

To whom

their belong is unimportant.

Thank you, Brudda.

- You're not eating?

- No.

Brudda told me you were

walking about today.

Oh, yes, it was lovely.

You really shouldn't, you know?

Rest is necessary.

But I-I feel marvelous,

thanks to you.

In fact, I was thinking

about going home tonight.

- Oh?

- Yes, I...

I wanted to call

my mother and father,

but I couldn't find a phone.

Good night, Cynthia.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. I really have

enjoyed working for you tonight.

And now I would like to

introduce our next performer

who I know you're going to dig

a lot, Miss Theresa Jordon.

Oh, there are things

about this world

We cannot see or comprehend

Yet they are there

Yes they are there

Think it over, think it over

And then think it over

Once again

Far beyond the mist

Where life is lived

What's the matter, Joe?

Nothing.

I don't like the way you look.

- Let's get you to bed.

- I'll be all right.

- What the hell's that now?

- A fuse?

No, probably a loose wire.

- I can manage, Joe.

- You sure?

No!

No! No!

No! No!

Cynthia!

Hello?

Cynthia!

Ellen?

Is that you?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who's there?

Cynthia!

Cynthia!

Stop it!

Cynthia!

Stop it! Please.

Cynthia.

Cynthia! Cynthia!

Cynthia! Cynthia!

Cynthia! Cynthia! Cynthia!

Cynthia! Cynthia! Cynthia!

Cynthia! Cynthia! Cynthia!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Please.

Help! Help me!

Help. Please!

Oh, no.

Now, Tommy,

for the last time,

what were you doing

at Count Yorga's house?

I told you, Reverend Thomas,

I wasn't there.

I've never been there.

Why would Jennifer say you were

if you weren't?

I don't know.

I just went for a walk

like I always do.

Honest.

Why would I lie?

- Why would Jennifer lie?

- I don't know, sir.

But I sure wish she'd stop

accusing me of things.

I like her and all that, but...

Jennifer, are you sure, dear?

Jennifer.

Are you all right, Tommy?

Yes, sir. It only hurt

a little bit.

Jennifer, I'm sorry,

but I have to ask you this.

Do you think you might've

imagined these things?

Could it have been a dream?

She says, "Your Ellen is dead.

They are all dead."

Sure wish

she wouldn't talk like that.

Those are terrible things

to say.

Tommy, you better go to bed now.

It's very late.

Yes, sir. Good night.

Good night, Jenny,

and no hard feelings.

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