Ah!
Bring her alive. I have a most amusing idea.
But so much the better. Besides, once you marry my Lord, death will lose all meaning for you.
By your command.
Count Dracula.
Hold a moment, Shaft.
How lovely. A fitting girl for Count Dracula.
I'll never submit to your master. I'd sooner die here.
No.
Now come to me.
Of course, Master. What brings you here?
Panting.
Printer.
That young lady has a certain connection with my old foes, the bail bonds.
The master bid you sleep, girl.
Ugh.
We must prepare a proper welcome Belmont.