Wednesday 31 March 2021

BLOCKING PEOPLE






 
 
JACK’S STOLEN PHONE
PHONE BUZZES :
 
LUCY: 
Where did you go?
Are you sulking?
Just cos I got engaged?
Jack, don't sulk.
 
DRACULA :
Um, Jack's not here at the moment.
Who shall I say called?
 
Oh, sorry.
Tell him it's Lucy.
Lucy Westenra.
Who's this?
 
DRACULA :
Hello, Lucy Westenra.
I'm Count Dracula.
 
WIND HOWLS
 
FLASHBACK-DRACULA : 
Agatha Van Helsing :
You'll be Part of Me.
You'll travel to The New World
in my veins.
 
FLASHBACK-Sister Van Helsing :
( Baring Her Exposed Nun-neck)
Come, boy  Suckle.
 
HE GROWLS
 
GUSHING
 
SHE GASPS
 
TRAFFIC SOUNDS OVERLAP
 
DANCE MUSIC BLARES
 
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
 
LAUGHTER
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
 
I can't do two more days of this.
 
What?
I feel bloody terrible already.
 
Lightweight!
 
Stick your head out the window.
It's the Jagerbombs.
 
That last one tasted like furniture polish.
 
Where are the crisps? 
I can't get the taste out of my mouth.
 
LUCY :
Somebody said they were getting
crisps.
 
They only had plain ones.
 
LUCY :
Plain? Oh, Jesus.
What's good about no flavour?
 
 
FRANK RENFIELD : 
What was wrong with the
physicist?
 
HE SIGHS
 
No flavour.
 
And the tennis player?
 
Stringy.
 
Master, I am trying to provide you with precisely the skill sets
you're hoping to acquire.
 
Listen, for 500 years, I have not had to exercise, but these days everything is done for you, and everything is being delivered,
even food.
 
PHONE DINGS
 
SAM: 
Are we nearly there?
 
ZEV: 
Another 20 minutes.
Ugh!
 
What? 
Just texting.
 
I know that face. 
What face?
 
Yours.
 
Master, you came to me with a programme, a plan, some genuinely fresh initiatives
for... well, let's call it what it is...
....world domination.
 
May I ask, as your lawyer, 
What are you doing with your time?
 
You can't afford to feed on just,
uh, anyone.
 
ZEV: 
Oh, dot-dot-dot.
There's a reply coming!
 
Give it back.
Are you not eating with us?
 
She's drinking with us.
 
Give it here!
 
Uh, uh, uh - reply's in.
 
HE READS OUT LOUD
 
Lucy Westenra, you're getting
married.
 
Yeah, final days as a free woman.
Give it here.
 
SAM RETCHES
How should I reply?
 
Yes. Just say yes.
 
"Ms Westenra is available
for a late dinner."
 
I'm saying, though,
we've got karaoke!
 
So who's this one, then?
 
D?
SAM GROANS
 
Who's D?
 
What about this one?
 
"Staying locally.
Double first from Oxford.
 
"Martial arts expert. Non-drinker."
 
PHONE BEEPS
Ah. Sorry. Already have dinner
plans.
 
HE SIGHS
I am trying, Dark Lord.
I do sometimes wonder — what it is that you actually want.
 
MESSAGE SENDS
 
HE SIGHS
 
PHONE BEEPS
 
LAUGHTER
 
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
 
What about the Harker Foundation?
Are they still taking an interest?
 
There is some activity.
However, your lady friend has left their employ...
 
My lady friend?
 
Dr Helsing.
 
I'm unclear exactly what's happened, but I'm assuming...
 
PHONE DINGS
 
...she'll take no further interest
in you.
 
Mm.
 
YAWNS
What's the time?
 
Half two.
HE GIGGLES
 
You know what?
 
I think there's blood in my alcohol stream.
 
Yeah.
 
Did you hear what I said? I did.
 
There's blood...in your
alcohol stream. 
It was hilarious.
 
It's the wrong way round, you see?
 
Stop, you're killing me.
 
Are you even drunk?
Were you even drinking properly?
 
Maybe I'm saving myself.
 
For dinner? Mm!
 
For D?
MESSAGE SENDS
 
Don't.
 
Who's hungry at this time of night?
 
Are you sure about all this?
 
About what?
 
Marrying Quincey.
 
I like him.
 
You're supposed to love him.
 
OK, I love him, then.
 
‘Cos he loves you.
And Jack loves you.
Everybody Loves You.
 
Yeah, I'm pretty, that happens.
 
Woo! Listen to her.
 
Do you know what it's like
when you're pretty? 
 
Yes!
 
Everybody smiles.
You never see The World without a big, stupid smile on its face.
 
HE GROANS
 
The thing you don't get...
HE SIGHS
..Marriage is for Life.
 
Yeah —
But Life isn't Forever.
 
PHONE DINGS
 
CAWING
 
DISTANT SIRENS
 
PHONE DINGS
 
Ah!
Tart.
 
Hungry.
 
You could've waited.
 
I need to feed on someone, Lucy.
You don't always give your consent.
 
I bet this one didn't.
 
Fast food.
 
So why does my consent matter?
 
It doesn't, but it's delicious.
I'm a gourmet, not a glutton.
 
Why always a graveyard?
 
I like to spend time with people my own age.
 
SHE LAUGHS
 
Yeah, funny guy.
Very funny.
 
Where will you be buried?
 
Why?
 
Because I might want to visit.
 
That's next-level clingy.
Thank God I'm being cremated. No.
 
Shut up.
 
Everyone is.
It's a waste of space, all this.
 
DRACULA :
Listen to me :
Do not let them burn you.
 
Why not?
 
DRACULA :
It hurts.
 
SHE LAUGHS
 
I've never heard anyone. complain.
 
DRACULA :
Well, I have.
I'd say there are...
..nine here.
Yes, nine.
 
Nine what?
 
 
DRACULA :
Sufferers.
Come here.
Give me your hand.
 
SHE GIGGLES
 
What am I doing?
 
DRACULA :
Listening.
 
FAINT THUDS
 
What's that?
 
DRACULA :
What does it sound like?
 
THUDS GROW LOUDER
 
Knocking.
 
DRACULA :
Knocking, yes.
On a coffin lid.
From the inside.
 
MAN: 
Turn on the lights, please.
 
WOMAN: 
100 million...
 
Someone turn on the lights!
 
245,000...
 
WOMAN 2: 
I can't...I can't feel it!
 
Help me! Help me!
 
HE CHUCKLES
 
Are they vampires?
 
DRACULA :
Nothing so evolved.
They're just undead.
 
The unfortunate few who remain sentient as they rot.
 
Ah!
 
The Children of The Night —
what music they make.
 
BANGING
Help me!
 
VOICES OVERLAP
 
Ahh!
 
HE CHUCKLES
 
DEAD BABY :
Bloofer lady. Bloofer lady.
 
Bloofer lady.
 
Bloofer?
 
DRACULA :
Beautiful.”
He means you.
 
DEAD BABY :
Bloofer lady.
 
LUCY :
How does he know I'm here?
 
DRACULA :
Because he's looking at you.
Right there.
 
DEAD BABY :
Bloofer lady.
Bloofer lady play peekaboo.
Peekaboo!
 
DRACULA :
Some of the little ones wriggle their way to the surface.
I think they can smell the worms.
 

DEAD BABY :
Can you see me yet?
 
DRACULA :
No, no, no! 
No, no!
 
SHE LAUGHS
 
DRACULA :
Don't play with him.
He'll follow you home.
 
LUCY :
(fascinated)
Would he really?
 
DRACULA :
You know, in a very, very long life, 
I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you —
 
You really don't care, do you?
 
The Perfect Food.
 
ZEV GROANS
 
HE SIGHS
 
Lucy?
Shit.
 
COUNT DRACULA: 
Dying is the only remaining novelty.
 
Every other human experience
is catalogued somewhere in your 
endless chattering libraries.
 
Nothing comes fresh.
 
Every living instant is shop-soiled 
and second-hand except that one moment in life
that no-one can report back on.
 
In a world of travelled roads...
Death is the last unprinted snow.
 
LUCY: 
…you don't half talk 
a lot of shit...!
 
DRACULA :
...You Know, 
People Don’t usually 
Say That to Me….
 
LUCY: 
Yeah, you kill them 
before they can

Basically, You're blocking people.
 
….Do You Love Me? 
 

DRACULA :
No.
 

LUCY: 
Will you ever love me? 
 

DRACULA :
No.
 

LUCY: 
Well, that's one less thing 
to worry about….
 

DRACULA :
Aren't you even a little scared of me?
Aren't you afraid of anything?
Even Dying?
 

LUCY: 
Everybody Dies.

DRACULA :
Lucy, you're a very special flavour.
 
LUCY: 
Two minutes —
if you've still got the appetite.
 

DRACULA :
Three. 

LUCY: 
FiveSpecial Treat.
 

DRACULA :
What do you want to dream about tonight?
 

LUCY: 
Put me Somewhere Beautiful...
..where no-one can see me... 
..where I don't have to smile.
 
BLOOD GUSHING
 
Frank Renfield, 
Dracula’s Lawyer & Servant
is waiting in The Car for His Lord
outside The Cemetery Gates, 
doing The Times Cryptic Crossword —
Frank :
"Unscrupulous Doctor deployed
tanner's knife," 12 letters.
 
FLY BUZZES
 
Frank :
Ah!

He snatches it out of The Air, and scoffs it (as usual)

 

Frank :
Dracula...
..is...

HE SLURPS
..My
...Lord.
 
ZEV: 
Lucy?
 
Lucy!
 
Lucy?
 
Luce?
 
What the hell?
 
ZEV ON PHONE:
Jack, please, you've got to see her.
 
She won't see doctors,
but she might see you.
 
SHE MUMBLES
 
HE CHUCKLES
 
PHONE RINGS
 
Could I speak to Dr Helsing, please?
 
No.
 
No, I didn't know that.
 

Dr. Zöe Helsing is asleep 
in the Terminal Cancer Ward.
She is Dying. Badly.
Waking, SHE GASPS —
There is a mysterious Blue Nun 
in The Corner of Her Room, 
with her back turned
 

Van Helsing :
Hello —
Did somebody Send You?
 
Sorry, no offence, but 
I'm really not A Believer.
 
Zoe?
 
DOOR OPENS
 
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
 

Van Helsing :
Oh, Jack. Hello.
Sorry, I was...
I was dreaming.
Please, come in.
 
Thanks.
Sorry if I startled you.
 

Van Helsing :
No, no, you didn't. Ugh.
Try again
I'm incredibly bored.
 
HE CHUCKLES
 
I didn't bring any grapes or
anything.
 

Van Helsing :
I hate grapes.


In that case, you're welcome.
 
SHE LAUGHS
 
It's very kind of you
to come and see your old mentor.
 
Is it, Jack…?
Is it kind?
 

Van Helsing :
Oh, Jack…
You were My Star Pupil —
 
I only suggested you 
for the donor programme 
so you could get some easy money
get you through college.
 
I never thought Dracula would actually come back.
 
Nobody did.
 
So...
 
What do you think...
..about Lucy?
 

Van Helsing :
It's possible.
Could be him.
 
Dracula chooses His Victims 
for A Reason.
 
Is there anything...
special about her?
 
I love her —
But she's a perfectly ordinary girl.
 
Van Helsing :
She can't be.
Because if it is Dracula...
..what keeps him coming back for more?
 
SHE TYPES
 

LUCY: 
Hello?
Who's down there?
Is that you?
 
CHILD: 
Peekaboo.
 
SHE GASPS
 
Peekaboo.
 
Bloofer lady.
Peekaboo.
 
May I come in?
 
Peekaboo.
 
Please avert your eyes - I, um...
..I have to murder a child.
As we used to say in Vladivostok.
 
BLOOD SPATTERING
 
CHILD SCREAMS
 
I'm ill.
 
Well, not ill, precisely.
 
Look at my face.
 
So, so beautiful.
 
I'm as white as a sheet.
 
As the last unprinted snow.
 
Am I dying?
 
You're mortal.
 
You've been dying since the day you were born.
 
SHE SIGHS
 
My people have a saying,
 
"One should always speed a parting guest."
 
BLOOD GUSHING
 
KNOCK ON DOOR
MEG: How are you feeling, love?
 
FLY BUZZES
 
Just going to make some
tea. Want some?
 
I'll bring you a cuppa.
 
You stay there!
You need to keep your strength up.
 
FLY BUZZING
 
Help me!
 
Help me!
 
Help me!
 
Help me!
 
Shh.
 
Hush, Lucy, you're mine now.
 
You've nothing left to fear.
 
You won't be long in your grave.
 
Your mind screams aloud, but for now, your body must be silent.
 
In the midst of life, we are in death.
 
Of whom may we seek for succour but of Thee, O Lord, who for our sins art justly
displeased?
 
Yet, O Lord, God most holy...
 
MUFFLED SCREAMS
 
..deliver us not into the bitter
pains of eternal death.
 
MUSIC: 
Angels by Robbie Williams
 



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