Shannon (kungfuwaynewho) wrote,
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Untitled Stupid Vampire Screenplay Draft Two - Day Twenty

INT. GREAT HALL - DAY

Mira and Bathory walk. She struggles to conceal her fear and revulsion.

BATHORY
I’m used to having everything as I wish. And I have
quite a temper. Neither of these things
are an excuse for my treatment of you.
(beat)
You’re right - I don’t know what it takes
to raise a family, to work and work just to
survive. That’s why I need you.

MIRA
My Lord?

BATHORY
I don’t need a princess - I need a villager!
Strong, hearty, already proven able to bear a healthy son.

MIRA
Ilka is your wife--

BATHORY
And she’s given me three dead sons! I had
hoped, after our daughter was born, Ilka would be strong enough...
(off Mira’s look)
I know you’ve met Erzsebet. A dear child, but not a son.
 
Bathory stops beneath the painting of Hados. Stares at it.

BATHORY (CONT’D)
I want an heir. You will be the mother of my heir. Everything
within these lands is mine - you are mine, Mira.
There is no point in arguing or fighting. Your old
life is gone. This is your life. I will make you
happy. I’ll give you anything you want.

MIRA
I want my husband and my son.

BATHORY
(turns to her)
Remember, I’m used to having everything
as I wish, and I have a temper. Quite a temper.
 
He leaves her. Mira stares at the painting, blank.

CUT TO:
 
INT. ILKA’S QUARTERS - NIGHT

Dominik sits on the mattress, watches Ilka flutter about.

ILKA
Are you warm enough? I’ll send Ana to find more
blankets. Ana! Take that dress to the girl
in the chapel - she won’t come out. Ana? Ana!

DOMINIK
Beta won’t know I’m here.

ILKA
(stops, turns)
What?

DOMINIK
We play at night, while I’m dreaming.

ILKA
Beta is not your friend. She’s a bad little girl.

DOMINIK
Mama let me play with her. I want Mama!

ILKA
Hush! Or you will sleep on the floor!
 
Dominik scowls, but hushes. Ilka goes to one of her stacks of books, pulls out one. Looks around furtively, opens it. A BUNDLE OF HERBS tucked between the pages. Ilka sets the bundle on the window sill.

DOMINIK (O.S.)
There’s a girl here.
 
Ilka spins, afraid. Sees ANA standing in the doorway.

ILKA
Where have you been? Take this dress to the chapel.
 
Ana just stands there. Face BLANK.

ILKA (CONT’D)
I know you heard me. Do what I say.
 
No response from Ana. She doesn’t even blink. Ilka realizes what has happened. She CROSSES HERSELF.

ILKA (CONT’D)
Get out. Get out! In the name of
Christ I command you to leave this place!
 
Ana glides forward, PICKS UP Dominik. He kicks and fights - Ilka grabs Ana’s arms, hits her. But Ana is too strong, doesn’t register the blows.

ILKA (CONT’D)
No! Don’t take him!
 
Ana walks out. The door SLAMS SHUT on its own behind her, trapping Ilka inside. Ilka SCREAMS.

INT. GUEST ROOM - NIGHT

Mira lies curled up on top of the bed covers. Weak, tired sobs - she’s been crying a long time. A CLICK.

She sits up, looks. The window is open. Mira gets up, walks past the roaring fire, closes it. She turns.

Erzsebet stands by the bed. The fireplace is cold and dark. Erzsebet holds out a hand.

Mira goes to her - they climb into bed. Erzsebet rests her head on Mira’s shoulder, her arm around Mira’s waist. They hold each other.

CUT TO:
 
INT. BATHORY’S QUARTERS - NIGHT

Skittering noises in the walls. Too many shadows. Dominik sits on a little sofa. Sniffling, face damp. Staring all around the room.
Bathory materializes out of the shadows. Sits next to Dominik. Smiles warmly.

BATHORY
What a handsome young man. I hear you’re friends with my daughter.
 
Dominik can’t look away.

BATHORY (CONT’D)
Why don’t we make you a more...agreeable companion for her.
 
Bathory holds up a slender DAGGER. Pokes the end of his own finger. BLOOD wells up. He brings his finger up to Dominik’s mouth.

DOMINIK
No! No!
 
Bathory forces his finger into the boy’s mouth, smiling at his distress. Dominik spits, wipes his mouth. Too late.

BATHORY
And now, your turn.
 
Bathory unbuttons Dominik’s shirt. FANGS extend. One last button, exposing the boy’s throat - and Mira’s AMULET hanging around his neck.
Bathory HISSES, draws back. A FLASH of something where his face is - but it’s gone before it can be discerned.

BATHORY (CONT’D)
Take it off.

DOMINIK
Mama gave it to me.

BATHORY
(roars)
Take it off!
 
Dominik cringes, then slides off the sofa and runs away. Cowers in the corner.

DOMINIK
No! You can’t make me! Mama gave it to me!
 
Dominik raises his hand, makes the sign of the horns, and SPITS. Beat. Bathory LAUGHS.

BATHORY
You’ve nothing of your father in you -
her blood flows through your veins.
 
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