Your Life May Depend on Your Complete Honesty

There are •some• things 

(or at least, so it is generally •supposed•) 

that you simply just cannot say 

to A Nun.

BELLS CHIME

FLY BUZZES

Van Helsing :

Are you hungry, 

Mr Harker?

HARKER :

No, I'm...

..I'm fine.

DOOR UNLOCKS

Van Helsing :

Thank you.

Then perhaps we can talk.

I'm Sister Agatha.

HARKER :

Hm. I thought I'd met all The Sisters.

Van Helsing :

I have been sequestered.

HARKER :

In prayer?

Van Helsing :

In study, Mr Harker.

Of you.

I've read your account of your 

most interesting stay in Transylvania.

HARKER :

It's The Truth. 

All of it.

Van Helsing :

And what a lot of Truth there is.

Sister Angela tells me you wrote 

all day and all night for a whole week.

Please...sit with me.

Is The Sun a little bright for you?

HARKER :

No.

Van Helsing :

Good.

It's good, isn't it?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Van Helsing :

Ah, My Dear. Come in.

We are to be observed.

Apparently, I cannot be trusted

alone with A Man.

Consider yourself chaperoned.

Mr Harker, I intend no impertinence, 

but WHY are You Still Alive?

HARKER :

I-I fled.

I was trapped. I escaped.

Van Helsing :

Escaped, yes.

HARKER :

I fled that place in terror of My Life.

He is A Monster.

I-I swear to you...

...he is The Devil Himself.

Van Helsing :

Then why have you stopped?

HARKER :

Stopped what?

Van Helsing :

Fleeing.

You've been here nearly a month.

HARKER :

I'm Safe with you.

Van Helsing :

Why?

HARKER :

This is A House of God.

Van Helsing :

A House of God, is it?

That's Good. 

We could do with 

A Man about The Place, eh, Sister?

Two years ago, a church in this town collapsed.

The Roof fell on The Congregation, 

killed everyone as they prayed, 

including the children.

The Priest was the only Survivor.

Priests are like that.

He said to me afterwards that,

even in moments like these, 

he was able to maintain his Faith.

I told him 

He should have maintained His Roof.

Look to your own Protection,

Mr Harker.

FLY BUZZES

God Doesn’t Care.

HARKER :

The way you talk...

It's unusual in someone of Your Calling.

Van Helsing :

My Calling was a very long time ago.

What's wrong?

You have something in your eye.

[ It's a live fly, walking across his eyeball. ]

HARKER :

Is it gone?

Van Helsing :

Yes.

Van Helsing :

Your fiancee, Mina.

You mentioned her a lot when you first arrived. 

Mina Murray.

HARKER :

Oh, er... Yes.

I need to contact her.

Van Helsing :

You must love her very much.

HARKER :

Of course.

Van Helsing :

Perhaps, in time, 

you will let her read this account.

HARKER :

If she wishes, yes.

Van Helsing :

So, out of kindness, 

you have omitted 

from your writings

 anything that would 

alarm or disturb her.

HARKER :

Well, I didn't want to...

Van Helsing :

So now you may tell me everything 

that occurred in the time you spent 

with The Count at his castle.

Your Dinners. 

Your Conversations.

Your Intimate Moments.

Your LIFE may depend

on your complete Honesty.

Do you understand 

What I'm Asking You?

HARKER :

I think so.

Van Helsing :

I'm asking, Mr Harker, 

if you had sexual intercourse 

with Count Dracula.