INT. CASTLE - GREAT STAIRCASE - NIGHT
The long winding stair Mira and Ilka descended in search of Dominik. Not quite as scary now, as TORCHES are lit on the walls. They do not go out as Samuel passes, though they do sputter and go dim.
Samuel tugs too hard on Mira’s arm and she trips. She would fall if it weren’t for his grip.
You’re hurting me.
I’m sorry. There’s something...
between my mind and...
Mira starts to back away. Up the stairs. Samuel screams into the blackness.
Get out of my head!
No, no, no. No!
Samuel, please. Samuel.
There isn’t much time. I can feel him,
trying to watch through my eyes. You have
to kill me, Mira.
I can’t do it! You must, it has to be you! Please, I
beg you. I’m trapped in my own mind. He’s turned
me into something monstrous. Soon I’ll be swallowed up completely.
I can’t. Don’t ask me to do this. Don’t ask me to
watch you die again.
If you love me, you’ll let me go.
The torches GO OUT. Blackness, relieved only by a dim eldritch glow in the stones.
Samuel. Bring her to me.
INT. DUNGEON - NIGHT
Mira is thrown into a cell, the same cell Dominik was held in. The door is pulled shut. Janos, Erzsebet and Samuel watch her from outside.
I gave you a chance. You could have
been happy, Mira.
Ah, well. I can find some other pretty girl who will be
quite happy here. In the meantime, I’ll keep you down
here where you won’t get up to any mischief. You’ll
make a nice meal sometime - maybe Sunday dinner for the three of us!
You sound like your uncle.
You don’t frighten me. I welcome death.
Do you? Do you really? You think death is just the
beginning, the gateway to some happy dream of
paradise? Death is the end. There’s nothing
after this but the long, cold dark.
Stand up straight, you weakling!
The magic just doesn’t work as well when
the body’s dead to start with.
Dear, dear. How stupid humans can be.
A gift, for my lovely cousin. You may have her.
You gave me a chance. For what?
You did what I could not do. I wanted to thank you.
A chance for what?
Eternal happiness, of course.
What do you want from me?
My life has been very lonely. It may take a long time -
I am more patient than Hados ever was -
but one day you will be quite content to live
here, and to be my friend.
INT. CASTLE - NIGHT
Erzsebet moves with astonishing speed - up staircases, through corridors. All without a sound.
EXT. CASTLE - NIGHT
Snow falls gently. The click-clack of horse hooves approach. ILKA rides up, alone. She can’t look away from the castle. Breathes heavy. But she fights off the panic and dismounts.
INT. DUNGEON - NIGHT
Mira is alone. One single torch in the aisle gives off feeble, sickly light. Water drips behind the grate outside the cells, the entrance to the catacombs.
Mira pulls out the mirror shard. Studies it. She places it over her wrist... Then stops. Instead, she cuts a line across her PALM.
She sticks her hand through the bars, lets the blood drip onto the floor of the aisle. Waits.
Samuel appears, utterly intent on the blood. He approaches like an animal, hunting.
Hello, love. This smells good, doesn’t it?
You can have a taste, if you want.
Open the door and come in. You can have all you want.
But he does not bite.
Can I save you?
Mira takes down the AXE.
Samuel kneels beside a low bench, rests his head on it. Docile, ready. Mira raises the axe but cannot continue. Her arms shake. She cannot help but cry.
I love you, Mira.