So sleepy typing these pages up.  Likely many errors.  Please point them out if you see any.

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

Dominik rides the mule, Mira walks. Though the road switchbacks from side to side, the grade is steep. She starts to tire.
In the distance, the clear howl of a WOLF.

They ascend the last switchback, and then it appears in front of them - BATHORY CASTLE. Ancient, weathered stone that seems to have been carved right out of the mountain. Two tall towers, one on either side.

The walls seem to lean over them.

Mira stops, stares. One hand sneaks up to her amulet, tucked under her dress.Mira doesn’t hear him. The castles seems taller, blotting out the sun. She walks slowly toward it. The stones almost seem to glow...She turns, far too furious, to see Dominik still sitting on the mule, his face ashen. Mira seems to come back to herself.She lifts him, sets him down. Loops the mule’s rope around a tree branch. That done, Mira takes her son’s hand and they walk to the massive IRON DOORS. The stones of the wall a flat gray, sun shining clearly.

Mira looks around - no one. No knockers on the doors. She just touches the surface of one, and both SWING INWARDS with an ominous rumble. Mira takes a breath.

INT. CASTLE - ENTRY HALL - CONTINUOUS

Huge, glorious. Enormous fireplaces with roaring flames. Gilt furniture. Exquisite oil paintings.

Mira and Dominik stare, dumbstruck. They have never seen such wealth in their lives. It takes a beat for Mira to realize there is no one else in the room.

She walks deeper into the room. The click of her heels on the floor is loud, echoing. She slowly turns
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A MAN stands by the iron doors. Immaculately tailored clothes, but his face is BLANK, expressionless. He and Mira look at each other. It’s hard for her to break the silence.The blank-faced manservant bows his head, walks her way. Smooth, graceful gait.The manservant bows his head again. Polite, deferential. Mira and Dominik follow him through the entry hall.

INT. CASTLE - CORRIDORS - DAY

Even the hallways drip with wealth. Hand-embroidered tapestries, gold leaf generously applied everywhere. Every now and then an alcove holds a MARBLE BUST.

INT. GUEST ROOM - DAY

The manservant opens the door, and Mira and Dominik step inside. The room is bigger than Mira’s entire cottage - huge four-poster bed, plush chairs, leather-bound books on shelves.

The blank-faced manservant steps to a BUREAU, opens the doors. Inside, gorgeous DRESSES. The manservant displays one dress, bows, then steps out, closing the door behind him.

Dominik walks to the bed, puts a hand up on the mattress. Mira lifts him up. He rolls over onto his back, wiggles - LAUGHS. Mira can’t help but laugh, too.

She takes out a dress. It is incredible - rich, opulent. She slides her fingers over the fabric. Hanging the dress over the bureau door, Mira goes to a VANITY, sits.

She looks at herself in the mirror, a bit shocked. Dirt still here and there on her face. Her hair mussed and tangled. She inspects the tools laid out - brushes, perfumes, lotions.

Mira checks on Dominik, sound asleep in the exact middle of the bed. She dips a cloth in the clean water in a basin by the door. Cleans her face.

INT. CASTLE - DINING HALL - NIGHT

The blank-faced manservant enters, bows his head to someone unseen. Extends an arm to lead Mira and Dominik into the room.

She has changed into the fancy dress, her hair brushed until it shines. She looks stunning - like a princess.

A VOICE rings out - deep, rich.At the end of a long, long table sits COUNT BATHORY (50). Handsome, though his features are sharp, almost cruel. Iron-gray hair, sumptuous clothes. He stands, bows - exceedingly polite.

He gestures to the other end of the table. Mira swallows, hiding her fear. She leads Dominik over - they sit.

Even though it is nearly winter, the table is covered with trays of FRESH FRUIT. Dominik stares.Bathory looks to the back door. Three servers enter bearing silver covered DISHES. They place the dishes in front of the diners, remove the covers, then melt away as silently as they came.

Mira looks down at a plate of succulent, thinly sliced meat, roasted vegetables, a delicate sauce. Mouthwatering. She swallows hard.Mira looks up at Bathory. He watches them, a slight and curious smile on his face.She takes a bite, chews slowly. Savors it - bliss.Mira nods. Another bite, careful not to eat too quickly. Dominik has no such qualms.Bathory’s fork is halfway to his mouth, but he sets it down.Beat. Bathory stands, slowly walks toward Mira and Dominik. Candelabras stand on the table every few feet, the flames very tall. As the Count passes them, the flames FLICKER.

Mira tenses at his approach, but Bathory just kneels and watches Dominik eat - steady, determined, voracious.Dominik stops chewing. Stares. With his mouth full--Bathory’s expression softens. He rests a hand on the boy’s back.He reaches over, covers Mira’s hand with his own.INT. GUEST ROOM - NIGHT

Mira enters, carrying a sleeping Dominik. She leans her back against the closed door. A shuddery breath, a watery smile.

She did it.

LATER

Mira tucks the thick bed covers over Dominik, then walks around the room, rubbing her arms - she has stripped down to a thin shift.

She goes to the fireplace, but it is clean and empty. The copper hamper next to it is decorative - no wood inside.

Mira walks to the single window. Closed. She holds her hand in front of the window - a slight draft.

Mira pulls the heavy curtains securely shut over the window, then burrows into the bed beside Dominik.

INT. GUEST ROOM - MORNING

Mira frowns in her sleep, then wakes. A beat, then she looks down to see that all the bed covers are GONE.

She sits up, shivering. The curtains are pulled open. The window is open as well. Mira looks - the bed is empty. Dominik nowhere to be seen.She gets out of bed. The covers are in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. Mira looks through them. Then she sees that the door is open a crack.Mira throws the door open. Dominik stands just outside, his back to her. Not moving. Beat. Mira goes--

INTO THE HALLWAY

And crouches beside him. He stares at the wall ahead.Mira follows his gaze - a TAPESTRY. It shows a dragon in a circle, biting its own tail.Bathory strides down the corridor toward them. Smiling, even more handsome in the sunlight streaming through the narrow windows.Mira stands, painfully aware of her thin shift, her bare arms.He looks at her with a healthy mixture of appreciation and leering.

Mira takes Dominik, slips back into--

THE GUEST ROOM

And pushes the door shut. A pink flush spreads over her cheeks. A stubborn smile.INT. GRAND HALL - DAY

The type of space only a castle can boast - its only purpose is to awe and intimidate. Bathory and Mira walk side by side, Dominik trails behind.PORTRAITS hang on the walls. Oil paintings, in evolving styles. Men similar in appearance to Bathory. He stops in front of one painting - a man astride a PILE OF CORPSES.Mira blanches, steps back.Mira stops, realizing suddenly to whom she speaks. The Count’s eyes bore into hers. She looks to Dominik - half-hiding behind a pillar.