A hand - not so skeletal anymore - grips the edge of the table. Bathory pulls himself upright. Parts of his face are fully healed. Other parts aren’t - white cheekbone pokes through a patch of burned, blackened flesh. One eye is whole, the other is still missing.
The Count looks at the entrance. He sneers.
And what do you think you’re doing here?
Get out of my way.
(too tired to laugh)
You horrible brat, she will want nothing
to do with you.
Bathory walks out.
INT. EMPTY ROOM - NIGHT
Mira sits, Samuel’s head still in her lap. She has closed his eyes, and gently brushes his hair back from his face. Her tears are gone. Mira’s not in shock - she’s just saying goodbye.
In the distance, the CLICK-CLACK of boot heels on stone.
Mira looks around, but there’s nothing in the room, not even furniture. She exits into--
And continues in the direction she was headed before she saw Samuel. She’s almost to the end of the hallway when--
Down the next hallway. Bathory following, closer and closer. Thsi time Mira can only go left...
A BLANK STONE WALL in front of her. She’s trapped.
Mira! This way!
Down the corridor, the dragon tapestry and her own door, then around the corner and down the stairs.
Janos stands at the entrance to the chapel, arm outstretched.
And runs into Janos’s arms. Bathory stops at the chapel entrance, as though he’s hit a wall.
Give her to me!
I have it.
Oh, Mira. Thank you.
Do as I tell you, Briccius! Give her to me!
Come and get her, Uncle.
What? Father Janos...
Why did he call you that?
Because it is my name.
Look what he has done. My sons! My own
flesh and blood! He uses them against me, to keep me out.
He murdered my sons!
Wouldn’t you have killed them, if you’d had the
chance? Besides, their bodies kept this
place safe from him.
And shouldn’t I have had a place just for my own?
Especially since the whole castle was given to me,
because of my victories? And I would have shared it
with you, Uncle! I would have shared it with
you willingly, if you had only asked!
The victories were mine! You were just a child.
My money paid for your mercenaries. The castle
and land should have been given to me!
What will you do now, Hados?
What I should have done centuries ago.
You forget, Uncle. You no longer wear
my blood around your neck.
Mira sees the statues watching the two men, their faces twisted with savage glee. She begins to sidle over to the doorway.
Bathory’s struggle ends. He hangs limp in Janos’s grasp. His skin is sucked tight to his bones, as though he were being mummified. Janos lets him drop - Bathory’s body TURNS TO DUST when it hits the floor.
Mira pauses in the doorway. Janos licks the blood still on his lips. He sighs.
Nine hundred years I’ve waited. Finally,
this world will be mine again.