Harker

The Lawyer, Johnathan Harker has fallen and lies prone, weak and enfeebled upon the ramparts of Castle Dracula, 

unable to move, and barely able to speak -- 

He is Dying.

HARKER :

Spare me. 

DRACULA :

How? 

LAUGHS

DRACULA :

Answer me. Johnny, "How?"

How do I spare you? 

[ Meanwhile, back in The Present -- ]

VAN HELSING :

How indeed, Mr Harker? 

Mr Harker? Mr Harker... 

...you were about to explain 

How You escaped from The Castle. 

HARKER :

Yes. Y-you've read My Account. 

VAN HELSING :

Yes. Perhaps it will help to refresh your memory. 

(She shows him the ledger, and 

he reads, with growing alarm.)

"Dracula Will be Served." 

What is this? 

"Dracula is My Master." 

"Dracula Will be obeyed. Dra... 

"Dracula is the beginning and the end. 

"Dracula is all things. Dracula is God." 

What? I-I didn't write this. 

VAN HELSING :

When you were first brought here, 

you asked for a pen and paper. 

You were up all day and all night, 

and this is what you wrote. 

HARKER :

No, no, no, no, no. 

I-I thought I'd... 

VAN HELSING :

You thought you'd written an account of your stay at Castle Dracula. 

The only account you've given is the account you're giving right now. 

It's time to finish your story. 

DRACULA: 

Johnny, how? 

How do I spare you? How? 

HARKER :

(weakly)

Let me go. 

DRACULA :

You know why I'm going to England. 

You know that I'm going to kill people. 

A lot of them. As many as I need -- 

And perhaps even more...

HARKER :

But... 

(COUGHS)

..I won't... 

DRACULA :

You won't what? 

Oh, you won't tell anyone about me? 

Or try to stop me? 

You'll just let me slaughter all those innocents, 

No Questions Asked? 

LAUGHS 

Some lawyer you turned out to be, Johnny! 

HARKER :

I promise. I...I swe... 

I...I swear. I... I... I swear. 

DRACULA :

All right, then. Do that. 

HARKER :

(gasping) 

What? 

DRACULA :

Swear. 

I'm going to England to destroy everything and everyone you love, 

but if you give me Your Word that you won't try to stop me... 

..I'll spare you. 

HARKER :

It's a trick. 

DRACULA :

Give me Your Word. 

HARKER :

SOBBING: 

No... You're going to kill me anyway. 

DRACULA :

Look me in the eye 

and give me Your Word. 

HARKER :

Count Dracula... 

..I give you My Word. 

If you let me out of this place... 

..if you let me live... ..then I... 

..then I will do everything in My Power to Stop You. 

DRACULA :

Quite right. 

That's My Johnny. 

Welcome to The Mountaintop. 

BONES CRUNCH 

Back in The Present :

HARKER :

I'm not breathing....

VAN HELSING : 

Sometimes you do, but I think it's mostly habit. 

You have no heartbeat, either. 

HARKER :

I'm Dead. 

VAN HELSING :

Undead. But apparently, not yet a vampire. 

One must cling on to any good news that there is. 

WOLF HOWLS IN THE DISTANCE 

HARKER :

I Do Not Serve Dracula. 

VAN HELSING :

No, but he's in Your Mind. 

The Question is, 

Why are you not in one of His Boxes? 

HARKER :

I don't know. 

VAN HELSING :

It's not something one ever anticipates asking, but 

What Happened AFTER You were Murdered? 

[ Back at Castle Dracula : ]

DRACULA :

Oh, my goodness, that was quick. 

WHEEZES AND GASPS 

DRACULA :

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... 

Usually, people have a lie-down first. 

GASPS 

DRACULA CHUCKLES 

You're going to be a lively one, aren't you? 

You came back so quickly. 

That was impressive. 

You even have the beginnings of 

a Will of Your Own. 

None of the others have much beyond Hunger, 

but look at you go! 

Well, don't you see? 

This changes everything. 

Stay. Stay! You could be 

My Finest Bride. 

The others just became beasts, 

but you've kept Your Spirit.

Johnny, You're Like Me. 

HARKER :

I am not Like You! 

PIERCING SCREAM SCREAMING CONTINUES SCREAMING ECHOES 

[ Back in The Present, again. ]

HARKER :

That's everything. 

That's... That's all I remember. 

VAN HELSING :

But why did he scream? 

What did you do? 

HARKER :

Nothing, I did nothing. 

I... I looked at him, and the next thing I remember was that I was here. 

VAN HELSING :

Oh, yes, yes, never mind that. 

We know what happened next. 

HARKER :

No, I... I don't... I don't remember. 

The River bore you out to sea, 

and the fishermen found you, caught in their net.

A drowned man walking and talking arouses a certain amount of curiosity, and you were brought to me, 

babbling of a girl called Mina whose face you had forgotten 

and an evil count who had stolen your soul. 

HARKER :

Why was I brought to you? 

VAN HELSING :

I am known to have some expertise in the realm of witchcraft and the occult. 

HARKER :

You're a nun! 

VAN HELSING :

We can discuss my imperfectly-suppressed fascination with everything Dark and Evil another time. 

For now, we will focus on why Dracula screamed. 

HARKER SIGHS 

VAN HELSING :

You were facing The Sun! 

Yes. I have sought to find God all My Life, 

and never found a sign of Him anywhere. 

Why now? 

Why you? Why him? 

HARKER :

I don't understand. 

VAN HELSING :

Then, think! 

Count Dracula fears The Cross. 

He fears the symbol of our Lord. 

HARKER :

The Girl didn't. 

VAN HELSING :

Never mind The Girl. 

She was nothing. 

Dracula, Prince among Vampires, fears The Cross. 

Do you understand what that means? 

HARKER :

No. Tell me. 

VAN HELSING :

God is Real. 

God is real, and I've found him at last. 

HARKER :

You have found The Devil. 

VAN HELSING :

If it takes the Devil to bring me to My Lord, then I say, 

"Bring on the Devil!" 

HARKER :

(SCOFFS)

I don't! 

VAN HELSING :

And why not? 

God saved you for a reason, don't you think? 

HARKER :

I'm not Saved! I'm Nothing. 

VAN HELSING :

Would Mina think that? 

HARKER :

If she could see me, yes, she would. 

Look at me. I can't even remember Her Face. 

VAN HELSING :

Yes. I think you have proven that to our satisfaction. 

SISTER ANGELA 

WEEPS 

VAN HELSING :

Mr Harker, I apologise for the deception. 

It was necessary she heard the story from your own lips. 

You may have forgotten your fiancee's face... 

....but I have not lost you yet. 

A : His Destiny.

MULDER : 

I understand what you're saying, but I, I, 

I just need to keep looking.

SCULLY: 

Yeah, well —

Don't Look Too Hard. 

You might not like what you find.

MULDER: 

Isn't that what, uh, Doctor Zaius said to Charlton Heston

at the end of "Planet of the Apes?"

SCULLY: 

And look What Happened.

••••••••

(Dr. Ivanov rolls up to them, an umbrella attached to his wheelchair. Bambi, also holding an umbrella, watches him intently.)

Dr. IVANOV: 

Agent Mulder? 

They told me I could locate you here. 

Those, uh, segments you showed me earlier... 

May I examine them again?

(Mulder shrugs and reaches into his pocket.)

MULDER: 

Well, they're completely desiccated... 

just like the molted exoskeleton.

(He hands the bag to Ivanov.)

Dr. BAMBI BERENBAUM: 

You know, many insects don't develop wings until their last molting stage. 

Perhaps whatever these things •were•, 

they had their final molt and have flown off back to wherever they originated.

SCULLY: [sarcastically] 

Yeah, •that• would explain everything.....

(Mulder looks at her and is about to say something when Ivanov cuts him off.)

Dr. IVANOV: 

May I borrow this, Agent Mulder, 

for further study?

MULDER: 

Well, I've already had a similar sample analyzed, 

it's nothing but common metals. 

What do you hope to find from it?

Dr. BAMBI BERENBAUM: 

His Destiny.

Dr. IVANOV:

Isn't that what Doctor Zaius said to Zira 

at the end of "The Planet of the Apes....?"

(She nods, smiling.)

Dr. BAMBI BERENBAUM: 

It's one of my favorite movies.

Dr. IVANOV: 

Mine too. 

I love science fiction.

Jurisdiction

The Jail Escape in Rambo: First Blood (1982)

Will!

Looks like

he wants to turn himself in,

There's one man dead!

It's not my fault!

I don't want any more hurt!

Freeze!

Stand right where you are!

Give yourself up!

But I didn't DO anything!

Boy, don't make a move!

I'll blow your head off!

I didn't DO anything!

I could've killed them all.

I could have killed you,

In town, you're The Law,

Out here, it's me.

Don't push it!

Don't push it, or I'll give you

a war you won't believe.

Let it go!

Let it go!

All right, Coming in,

- Come on. Get back,

- Move back, you guys, Move back,

Captain, can we have a comment

on what's happening?

How bad is the situation?

Captain, we need some...

Dnly good thing

to come out of this mess,, .

Is the business

we're doing in town.

Reporters are drinking

the place dry.

You look like you're ready to keel over, Will.

Why don't you go home?

It's my problem now.

Your Problem?

Listen, Dave, don't give me any of your horseshit about jurisdiction on this one, you understand?

Would you like me to step outside?

Just finish up what you're doing,

Somewhere in this rugged mountain countryside, possibly above the snow line, shrouded in mist, the fugitive John Rambo is hiding.

Units of the State Police, along with local members of the National Guard are now being mobilized,

What still remains unexplained by local authorities is just how and where the former Green Beret came into possession of the weapons with which he allegedly killed one deputy sheriff and tried to kill six others.

Only their skilled training in Police Enforcement Techniques saved their lives.

Word is that the fugitive will be in custody in a matter of hours.

Here's the maps, Will,

Will, there's something I think you ought to know.

Talk to you later. Dkay?

What is it, Lester?

What is it? Spit it out!

Well, I was, I was just talking to Mitch, and he was saying that

Galt and a couple deputies were, uh, 

a little hard on the guy,

Assholes!

Doesn't make one goddamn bit of difference, Dave,

and you know it!

Look, if one of My Deputies....

Gets out of line with A Prisoner, 

then The Prisoner comes to me with it!

If I find out it's like he says,

I kick the deputy's ass!

Me! The Law!

That's The Way it's got to be!

People start fuckin' around with The Law, 

and all HELL breaks loose!

Whatever possessed God in Heaven to make 

A Man Like Rambo?

God didn't make Rambo --

I made him.

Who the hell are you?

Sam Trautman,

Colonel Samuel Trautman.

We're a little busy, Colonel

What can I do for you?

I've come to get My Boy.

Your Boy?

I recruited him,

I trained him.

I commanded him in Vietnam for three years.

I'd say that makes him mine.

I wonder why the Pentagon would send a full-bird Colonel down here to handle this.

The Army thought I might be able to help,

I don't know in what way, Rambo's a civilian now. 

He's my problem.

I don't think you understand --

I didn't come here to rescue Rambo from you, 

I came here to rescue you from him.

Well, we all appreciate your concern, Colonel

I will try to be extra careful

I'm just amazed that he allowed

any of your posse to live,

Is that right?

Strictly speaking, he slipped up.

You're lucky to be breathing.

That's just Great!

Colonel, you came out here

to find out., .

Why one of your machines

blew a gasket.

You don't seem to want

to accept the fact, .,

that you're dealing with an expert

in guerrilla warfare.

With a man who's the best, .,

with guns, with knives,

with his bare hands,

A man who's been trained

to ignore pain,

ignore weather,

to live off the land,

to eat things that would make

a billy goat puke,

In Vietnam, his job was

to dispose of enemy personnel

To kill. Period,

Win by attrition,

Well, Rambo was the best,

Okay, Colonel, you got us all

scared to death,

What do you and the Special Forces

think I ought to do, .,

about your psycho out there?

Let him go.

- Do what?

- For now,

Diffuse the whole situation.

Diffuse him,

Provide a little gap

and let him slip through it.

Then put out

a nationwide APB,

In a couple of weeks, you'll pick him up

in Seattle or someplace,

working in a car wash,

There'll be no fight,

Nobody else will get hurt.

I do my own work,

I won't close my eyes and hope

he gets picked up in Seattle.

If you send your people in there

after him, they'll get killed,

We're just a small,

hick town sheriff's department,

but we're expected

to do our duty., .

Just like our heroes

in the Special Forces,

In Special Forces, we teach our people

to stay alive in the line of duty.

I never thought of that.

You want a war you can't win?

Are you telling me that 200 men

against your boy is a no-win situation for us?

You send that many,

don't forget one thing.

What?

A good supply of body bags.

The Count is a Criminal and of Criminal Type.

The Count is a criminal and of criminal type. Nordau and Lombroso would so classify him, and quâ criminal he is of imperfectly formed mind. 

 

Dr. Seward’s Diary.

28 October.—When the telegram came announcing the arrival in Galatz I do not think it was such a shock to any of us as might have been expected. True, we did not know whence, or how, or when, the bolt would come; but I think we all expected that something strange would happen. The delay of arrival at Varna made us individually satisfied that things would not be just as we had expected; we only waited to learn where the change would occur. None the less, however, was it a surprise. I suppose that nature works on such a hopeful basis that we believe against ourselves that things will be as they ought to be, not as we should know that they will be. Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o’-the-wisp to man. It was an odd experience and we all took it differently. Van Helsing raised his hand over his head for a moment, as though in remonstrance with the Almighty; but he said not a word, and in a few seconds stood up with his face sternly set. Lord Godalming grew very pale, and sat breathing heavily. I was myself half stunned and looked in wonder at one after another. Quincey Morris tightened his belt with that quick movement which I knew so well; in our old wandering days it meant “action.” Mrs. Harker grew ghastly white, so that the scar on her forehead seemed to burn, but she folded her hands meekly and looked up in prayer. Harker smiled—actually smiled—the dark, bitter smile of one who is without hope; but at the same time his action belied his words, for his hands instinctively sought the hilt of the great Kukri knife and rested there. “When does the next train start for Galatz?” said Van Helsing to us generally.

“At 6:30 to-morrow morning!” We all started, for the answer came from Mrs. Harker.

“How on earth do you know?” said Art.

“You forget—or perhaps you do not know, though Jonathan does and so does Dr. Van Helsing—that I am the train fiend. At home in Exeter I always used to make up the time-tables, so as to be helpful to my husband. I found it so useful sometimes, that I always make a study of the time-tables now. I knew that if anything were to take us to Castle Dracula we should go by Galatz, or at any rate through Bucharest, so I learned the times very carefully. Unhappily there are not many to learn, as the only train to-morrow leaves as I say.”

“Wonderful woman!” murmured the Professor.

“Can’t we get a special?” asked Lord Godalming. Van Helsing shook his head: “I fear not. This land is very different from yours or mine; even if we did have a special, it would probably not arrive as soon as our regular train. Moreover, we have something to prepare. We must think. Now let us organize. You, friend Arthur, go to the train and get the tickets and arrange that all be ready for us to go in the morning. Do you, friend Jonathan, go to the agent of the ship and get from him letters to the agent in Galatz, with authority to make search the ship just as it was here. Morris Quincey, you see the Vice-Consul, and get his aid with his fellow in Galatz and all he can do to make our way smooth, so that no times be lost when over the Danube. John will stay with Madam Mina and me, and we shall consult. For so if time be long you may be delayed; and it will not matter when the sun set, since I am here with Madam to make report.”

“And I,” said Mrs. Harker brightly, and more like her old self than she had been for many a long day, “shall try to be of use in all ways, and shall think and write for you as I used to do. Something is shifting from me in some strange way, and I feel freer than I have been of late!” The three younger men looked happier at the moment as they seemed to realise the significance of her words; but Van Helsing and I, turning to each other, met each a grave and troubled glance. We said nothing at the time, however.

When the three men had gone out to their tasks Van Helsing asked Mrs. Harker to look up the copy of the diaries and find him the part of Harker’s journal at the Castle. She went away to get it; when the door was shut upon her he said to me:—

“We mean the same! speak out!”

“There is some change. It is a hope that makes me sick, for it may deceive us.”

“Quite so. Do you know why I asked her to get the manuscript?”

“No!” said I, “unless it was to get an opportunity of seeing me alone.”

“You are in part right, friend John, but only in part. I want to tell you something. And oh, my friend, I am taking a great—a terrible—risk; but I believe it is right. In the moment when Madam Mina said those words that arrest both our understanding, an inspiration came to me. In the trance of three days ago the Count sent her his spirit to read her mind; or more like he took her to see him in his earth-box in the ship with water rushing, just as it go free at rise and set of sun. He learn then that we are here; for she have more to tell in her open life with eyes to see and ears to hear than he, shut, as he is, in his coffin-box. Now he make his most effort to escape us. At present he want her not.

“He is sure with his so great knowledge that she will come at his call; but he cut her off—take her, as he can do, out of his own power, that so she come not to him. Ah! there I have hope that our man-brains that have been of man so long and that have not lost the grace of God, will come higher than his child-brain that lie in his tomb for centuries, that grow not yet to our stature, and that do only work selfish and therefore small. Here comes Madam Mina; not a word to her of her trance! She know it not; and it would overwhelm her and make despair just when we want all her hope, all her courage; when most we want all her great brain which is trained like man’s brain, but is of sweet woman and have a special power which the Count give her, and which he may not take away altogether—though he think not so. Hush! let me speak, and you shall learn. Oh, John, my friend, we are in awful straits. I fear, as I never feared before. We can only trust the good God. Silence! here she comes!”

I thought that the Professor was going to break down and have hysterics, just as he had when Lucy died, but with a great effort he controlled himself and was at perfect nervous poise when Mrs. Harker tripped into the room, bright and happy-looking and, in the doing of work, seemingly forgetful of her misery. As she came in, she handed a number of sheets of typewriting to Van Helsing. He looked over them gravely, his face brightening up as he read. Then holding the pages between his finger and thumb he said:—

“Friend John, to you with so much of experience already—and you, too, dear Madam Mina, that are young—here is a lesson: do not fear ever to think. A half-thought has been buzzing often in my brain, but I fear to let him loose his wings. Here now, with more knowledge, I go back to where that half-thought come from and I find that he be no half-thought at all; that be a whole thought, though so young that he is not yet strong to use his little wings. Nay, like the “Ugly Duck” of my friend Hans Andersen, he be no duck-thought at all, but a big swan-thought that sail nobly on big wings, when the time come for him to try them. See I read here what Jonathan have written:—

“That other of his race who, in a later age, again and again, brought his forces over The Great River into Turkey Land; who, when he was beaten back, came again, and again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph.”

“What does this tell us? Not much? no! The Count’s child-thought see nothing; therefore he speak so free. Your man-thought see nothing; my man-thought see nothing, till just now. No! But there comes another word from some one who speak without thought because she, too, know not what it mean—what it might mean. Just as there are elements which rest, yet when in nature’s course they move on their way and they touch—then pouf! and there comes a flash of light, heaven wide, that blind and kill and destroy some; but that show up all earth below for leagues and leagues. Is it not so? Well, I shall explain. To begin, have you ever study the philosophy of crime? ‘Yes’ and ‘No.’ You, John, yes; for it is a study of insanity. You, no, Madam Mina; for crime touch you not—not but once. Still, your mind works true, and argues not a particulari ad universale. There is this peculiarity in criminals. It is so constant, in all countries and at all times, that even police, who know not much from philosophy, come to know it empirically, that it is. That is to be empiric. The criminal always work at one crime—that is the true criminal who seems predestinate to crime, and who will of none other. This criminal has not full man-brain. He is clever and cunning and resourceful; but he be not of man-stature as to brain. He be of child-brain in much. Now this criminal of ours is predestinate to crime also; he, too, have child-brain, and it is of the child to do what he have done. The little bird, the little fish, the little animal learn not by principle, but empirically; and when he learn to do, then there is to him the ground to start from to do more. ‘Dos pou sto,’ said Archimedes. ‘Give me a fulcrum, and I shall move the world!’ To do once, is the fulcrum whereby child-brain become man-brain; and until he have the purpose to do more, he continue to do the same again every time, just as he have done before! Oh, my dear, I see that your eyes are opened, and that to you the lightning flash show all the leagues,” for Mrs. Harker began to clap her hands and her eyes sparkled. He went on:—

“Now you shall speak. Tell us two dry men of science what you see with those so bright eyes.” He took her hand and held it whilst she spoke. His finger and thumb closed on her pulse, as I thought instinctively and unconsciously, as she spoke:—

“The Count is a criminal and of criminal type. Nordau and Lombroso would so classify him, and quâ criminal he is of imperfectly formed mind. Thus, in a difficulty he has to seek resource in habit. His past is a clue, and the one page of it that we know—and that from his own lips—tells that once before, when in what Mr. Morris would call a ‘tight place,’ he went back to his own country from the land he had tried to invade, and thence, without losing purpose, prepared himself for a new effort. He came again better equipped for his work; and won. So he came to London to invade a new land. He was beaten, and when all hope of success was lost, and his existence in danger, he fled back over the sea to his home; just as formerly he had fled back over the Danube from Turkey Land.”

“Good, good! oh, you so clever lady!” said Van Helsing, enthusiastically, as he stooped and kissed her hand. A moment later he said to me, as calmly as though we had been having a sick-room consultation:—

“Seventy-two only; and in all this excitement. I have hope.” Turning to her again, he said with keen expectation:—

“But go on. Go on! there is more to tell if you will. Be not afraid; John and I know. I do in any case, and shall tell you if you are right. Speak, without fear!”

“I will try to; but you will forgive me if I seem egotistical.”

“Nay! fear not, you must be egotist, for it is of you that we think.”

“Then, as he is criminal he is selfish; and as his intellect is small and his action is based on selfishness, he confines himself to one purpose. That purpose is remorseless. As he fled back over the Danube, leaving his forces to be cut to pieces, so now he is intent on being safe, careless of all. So his own selfishness frees my soul somewhat from the terrible power which he acquired over me on that dreadful night. I felt it! Oh, I felt it! Thank God, for His great mercy! My soul is freer than it has been since that awful hour; and all that haunts me is a fear lest in some trance or dream he may have used my knowledge for his ends.” The Professor stood up:—

“He has so used your mind; and by it he has left us here in Varna, whilst the ship that carried him rushed through enveloping fog up to Galatz, where, doubtless, he had made preparation for escaping from us. But his child-mind only saw so far; and it may be that, as ever is in God’s Providence, the very thing that the evil-doer most reckoned on for his selfish good, turns out to be his chiefest harm. The hunter is taken in his own snare, as the great Psalmist says. For now that he think he is free from every trace of us all, and that he has escaped us with so many hours to him, then his selfish child-brain will whisper him to sleep. He think, too, that as he cut himself off from knowing your mind, there can be no knowledge of him to you; there is where he fail! That terrible baptism of blood which he give you makes you free to go to him in spirit, as you have as yet done in your times of freedom, when the sun rise and set. At such times you go by my volition and not by his; and this power to good of you and others, as you have won from your suffering at his hands. This is now all the more precious that he know it not, and to guard himself have even cut himself off from his knowledge of our where. We, however, are not selfish, and we believe that God is with us through all this blackness, and these many dark hours. We shall follow him; and we shall not flinch; even if we peril ourselves that we become like him. Friend John, this has been a great hour; and it have done much to advance us on our way. You must be scribe and write him all down, so that when the others return from their work you can give it to them; then they shall know as we do.”

And so I have written it whilst we wait their return, and Mrs. Harker has written with her typewriter all since she brought the MS. to us.

Rattling The Ancestors

Ezekiel connected dem dry bones,

Ezekiel connected dem dry bones,

Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones,

Now hear the word of the Lord.

 

Toe bone connected to the foot bone

Foot bone connected to the heel bone

Heel bone connected to the ankle bone

Ankle bone connected to the shin bone

Shin bone connected to the knee bone

Knee bone connected to the thigh bone

Thigh bone connected to the hip bone

Hip bone connected to the back bone

Back bone connected to the shoulder bone

Shoulder bone connected to the neck bone

Neck bone connected to the head bone

Now hear The Word of The Lord.

 

Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around.

Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around.

Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around.

Now hear the word of the Lord.

Ezekiel disconnected dem dry bones,

Ezekiel disconnected dem dry bones,

Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones,

Now hear the word of the Lord.

Head bone (dis)connected from the neck bone

Neck bone connected from the shoulder bone

Shoulder bone connected from the back bone

Back bone connected from the hip bone

Hip bone connected from the thigh bone

Thigh bone connected from the knee bone

Knee bone connected from the shin bone

Shin bone connected from the ankle bone

Ankle bone connected from the heel bone

Heel bone connected from the foot bone

Foot bone connected from the toe bone

Now hear the word of the Lord.

Dem bones, dem bones gonna rise again.

Dem bones, dem bones gonna rise again.

Dem bones, dem bones gonna rise again.

Now hear the word of the Lord.

Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.

Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.

Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.

Now hear the word of the Lord.

Fighters Fight.

Rocky Balboa - Fighters Fight