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- Ordinarily, I could handle
it without any trouble.

But, you see, I've got these
ants crawling up my legs,

and, you know, ever since
I was a kid I just--

- Don't worry about it.

Here, wet your throat.

- Shut up and sit down.

- People are stupid.

My favorite series, my work
of art, my message is horror.

MacGregor is retiring.

He's leaving me flat in the
middle of the 843rd episode.

- How about his contract?

- There's a loophole in his contract.

His doctor has given him orders

to avoid any disturbing emotions.

It's bad for him to play monsters.

He might have a breakdown.

He wants to play the lead
in a romantic series.

- But...

- But, not with those teeth like a ghoul.

- Anyway, that romantic series would...

- It would what?

- Would be horrible.

- You, get out!

You're not being paid to
make bad jokes in my office.

You're being paid to
make them on my shows!

- Sit down.

- Maggie, baby doll,

bring me all our records on Dracula.

Don't waste your time on them, Maggie.

These gentlemen are fired.

- You're fired.

Sit down.

- Thanks, sweetheart. That'll be all.

What are you working on now?

- Well, right now we're on another episode

of "The Growing Pains of Daphne."

- What is that?

- Boss, you must be joking.

It's our front-running serial.

We're on the 193rd episode, and
we're still getting letters.

Last week, it was six
thousand and something...

- Sit down.

- You have one chance.

One way out.

I want MacGregor to take over at once

in the main part in the
"Growing Pains of Daphne."

I mean in next week's episode.

And I want your story
changed so it's terrifying.

Do I have to explain?

Terrifying!

- But, boss,

how about Errol Cooper?

- On screen, imbecile.

I might need him yet.

Your car around somewhere?

- In the parking lot.

- Have you got your luggage with you?

- No, boss.

- You've got your luggage with you!

- If you say so.

- Get out.

- And take this bundle along.

You're invited to MacGregor's.

Remember, you're not there
to play this weekend.

MacGregor is preparing a welcome for you.

I hope that you will be inspired

to new flights of genius out there!

Get going!

MacGregor...

Oh, MacGregor.

Romantic.

You fiend!

You broke my heart.

You vampire!

Oh, traitor!

Villain!

- Is that all yours, Tovaritch?

- Of course not.

- Well?

Hey!

Where am I supposed to put this?

- Don't ask me.

- Can you stop?

- What's wrong?

- Be right back.

I don't like it.

- What don't you like?

- Don't worry about a
thing. Wet your throat.

Somebody is back there, Alfred.

- It drinks.

- Therefore, it exists.

- Well, maybe they're deaf mutes.

- We'll soon find out.

- Drive on! Keep
your eyes on the road!

The atmosphere at MacGregor's
is supposed to inspire you.

The two ladies are part of the atmosphere.

They're not for you to
make small talk with

and they're not for you to make.

I don't want them to show
up at MacGregor's castle

looking shopworn.

He'd think they were
unworthy to be his partners.

They are creatures from an erotic dream.

- I'm not much for the living, Tovaritch,

but let me tell you that
as erotic dream-girls,

they are, they don't quite do the...

- Trick.

- Huh?

Trick?

- Truck!

- So what do you think of these two?

- Shopworn, what else?

- What the--?

- These are heavy.

- Well, it's not so
much that they're heavy.

Ordinarily, I could handle
it without any trouble,

but, you see, I've got these
ants crawling up my legs.

And, you know, ever since I was a kid,

I just couldn't stand ants.

How're you doing?

- I'm tired of playing
porter for those two.

- Yeah, me, too.

These suitcases must be
full of lead, you know?

- Ah, don't worry about a thing.

- Hey.

- Here, wet your throat.

- Here, wet yours.

- Ah.

- Well, let's go.

I mean, just us. They
can shove the luggage.

- Yeah, they can shove it.

- Good heavens, our guests have arrived.

How do you do?

Abélard, are you going to start the fire

or shall I call on the devil?

I'm the mistress of the house.

My name is Mabel, and I like
young and beautiful people.

Oh, we are going to get along just fine.

Abélard!

Show these ladies and
gentlemen to their rooms.

See you soon.

- Good evening, good people.

I am MacGregor.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do, sir?

- Is Abélard responsible for
your lamentable appearance?

Abélard, I told you to
be polite to our guests.

My dears, you mustn't let him bully you.

Have you met my wife?

She was his first, you know.

- Yes, we've had the honor, sir.

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh.

- We met Mabel just now.

- No one is to call her Mabel!

- Yes, but she said that--

- I know!

I know!

To her, a Christian name is sacrosanct.

I call her Héloïse because
I find it more romantic.

Without romance, my dear
young friends, we are lost,

we are all lost.

I was until I found it!

It is romance that
separates man from beasts.

For that is why I married Héloïse.

She is my claim to humanity.

She is my soul.

Now, you cannot call your
soul "Mabel," I ask you.

Abélard!

Control yourself!

He isn't brutal by nature, you understand.

I only married Héloïse after he had that

unfortunate accident with his ax.

Terrible blow to his manhood.

Beware of Abélard, my friends.

He's so clumsy.

See you later.

Oh, by the way, we dress for dinner.

- But, Mr. Mac...

- Oh, no "Mister." Please, just MacGregor.

- Yes, but these halfwits
left all our suitcases

in the middle of a field.

- My dear young lady--
- Maddie.

- You are an actress, I believe,

and I'm told these gentlemen
are scriptwriters.

Therefore, you belong
to that privileged group

for whom imagination is a
professional obligation.

You have now entered the
royal realms of romance.

Now, surely you did not expect
to arrive in a motor car

and with suitcases.

Oh, how mundane!

No.

You float in on wings of love.

This castle is now yours.

Its resources are boundless.

Make good use of them.

- Hey!

- Hey!

Don't keep me alone in this haunted house.

- I'm right next door.

I'm not going anywhere
before I've had my shower.

- Maddie, aren't you afraid
to be alone with him?

- Oh, why should I be
afraid, he's not mean at all.

Just a wee bit clumsy now and then.

He's a nice Abélard.

Good boy, good boy.

- Oh, Maddie, it's awful.

I was just about to take a bath.

- Oh, what's wrong with the bath?

- It'll make you sick.

Have you looked at yours?

- I better get a lamp.

- You better get a lamp.

It's blood!

Just like my bathroom.

It's gotta be blood, it's all red.

- Blood nothing, it's rust.

Just wait a second, we'll bathe in here.

My head!

I...

- Maddie!

Maddie!

Ah!

Dracula.

- Dracula.

- Bring the lamp over here, will ya?

- Don't worry about a
thing. Wet your throat.

- Bring the lamp, I said.

We have to dress for dinner tonight.

You coming today or tomorrow?

- Why, what have you found?

- Enough costumes for a party.

- Oh!

- Just look at this, it's
fantastic! It's packed full.

We'll find something for sure.

We'll maybe find some gold.

- Oh.

Must be his first wife.

- He must've played
every role in the book.

- Yeah, and maybe a few that
have not been written yet.

- Maybe so.

There's great stuff here.

Be a pity to let it lie here and rot.

- Tovaritch?

- Huh?

Hey, no, don't be a jerk!

Stop playing with that.

That scares me to death!

That's not bad.

It feels just like Halloween.

- Oh, look.

- How's this look on me?

Not bad, eh?

- Tovaritch, take a look at this!

- What do you got?

- A treasure.

- No, hey, the man said
dress up, not made up.

- Yes, but look at all this.

What a setup.

- You gay or something?

You never told me.

- Oh, it's no
laughing matter, Tovaritch.

My grandfather made up the
whole Imperial Court in Russia.

My father was makeup man
for the Moscow Ballet.

I have grease paint in my blood.

- Is that why you were
out of a job when I met you?

- True, Tovaritch.

Only my makeup was before its time

and no one saw that it was
the model of the future.

Let's get to work, Tovaritch.

- Mm-hmm.

- Where are the girls?

- They're upstairs.

Oh, I can see them now, Tovaritch.

Naked as beauty, pure as light,

glowing with makeup from head to toe.

- Come in, don't bother to knock.

- What are those two up to?

- What are you two doing?

- These designs are exclusive.

- Oh.

Voyeur.

- Dirty old men.

- My dear young friends,

you see before you the last
great master of horror.

There will never be
another after MacGregor.

Horror is dead.

And being dead, it can no
longer frighten anyone.

- But, Mr. Gregor--

- Mac!

- Me and Alfred will be fired.

The boss wonders, you know?

- Stick to romance.

Believe me, it is the only
truth, the only beauty.

Remember your Keats.

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty."

- Mac-- Mr. MacGregor,

romance is what we've
been doing for 10 years.

- And I have just landed
on its perfumed shores.

We shall see what we shall see.

- You better hurry or
you'll miss the boat, Dad.

No, I mean it, Mr. Mac.

- Gregor.

- Gregor.

- Mac!

- All right.

All I mean is why wouldn't it be possible

to make a film with romance and horror?

Romance by itself is horrible, you know.

- All she means is horror
could be presented romantically

because you could...

- And Madame Héloïse could
be in the show with him.

- Do not laugh!

You pray that one day
you may be like my wife.

For it was Héloïse who took me by the hand

and lead me along the
idyllic paths of romance.

How I pursued her...

night after night,

every night,

through the forest by moonlight.

- Every night?

- And I was naked, dear sir.

- Naked.

- Yes, Antoine.

- Alfred.

- Oh, yes.

Alfred.

- Oh, but my dear, there was
a king, Alfred the Great.

There's Hitchcock.

Alfred can be a very romantic name.

- That's true.

But nevertheless, I wish
his name were Antoine.

- Abélard.

Put that down at once.

It's beneath your dignity.

After all, you were my
wife's first husband.

- Don't worry about a thing.

- My dear young lady,

may I have the pleasure of this waltz?

- What waltz?

- What an amateur.

- Boris!

My God, why did you do it?

Boris?

Why?

Why?

- You think we should go get candles?

- Know what? I think we
should go get candles.

- Where is he?

- Everybody had a partner but me.

I was getting lonely.

- Come on in, ladies.

He's a lousy writer but as
a makeup man, he's a genius.

The problem is he can't
stop while he's ahead.

- So what? You were all
dripping with romanticism,

weren't you?

Now, what if the boss had seen the act?

Real hearts and flowers.

Somebody had to remind
you what we came here for.

Our mission was to get Mac back on horror,

not moonlight and roses.

I tried my best, so?

- Well, maybe, but it didn't work right.

I mean, if you were trying
to impress him, you failed.

He called your a rank amateur.

So we start from scratch.

I don't suppose anyone else has an idea.

- No, I don't want to.

I didn't come here to play
spooks. Anyway, it's cold.

- Come on, will you?

It's sure to scare him.

- Then you put it on.

- It's too small for me.

Anyway, I get paid to dream up
ideas, not to carry them out.

- Oh, what a job.
I won't fit in this armor!

- No, you won't,
it's well-crafted.

- Why don't you feel
me up while you're at it?

You don't think I don't spot your game?

- Boy Scout's honor.

No, you're gonna be nice?

- See, you're admitting it.

- I am not admitting it.

- Leave me alone!

- You think I've got nothing
to do but chase you all night?

- I don't care what you do!

That's enough now. Stop it or I'll scream!

I'll wake up the dead!
- Just wait a second, will you?

I'm gonna count to three.

One... Two...

Maddie!
- Alfred!

- Oh, this romantic's a drag.

- Wouldn't MacGregor
be happy to hear that?

- Yeah, go tell him.

- Don't you
know the problem about--

- You're better at poetry yet.

- Listen.

- Yeah?

- It'll be too late.

- I know, yeah.

- Okay, you win,
Maddie, listen, you win.

You hear me, you win.

I give up!
- No!

- That's enough, I've had it.

You happy now?

- No!

- Wait just a second.

Hold it!

- Hey, hey!

I'm waiting.

- Coming, my turtle dove.

- On the count of three.

One, two--

- Maddie.
- Alfred!

Ow!

- Get lost, Casanova.

You go to your room now.

How am I supposed to
do two things at once?

- What two things?

- Ball and be scared out of my wits.

- But, Maddie!

- Never mind, Maddie, you.

Don't forget, you promised me

you'd just help me with my buttons

and unpin me so I could
get out of this dress.

- But I'd be scared to
death all my myself.

I'm staying right here.

- All right.

All right, then out with me.

I'll go sleep down in your room then.

And mind you, keep away from
me until breakfast, got that?

- But, Maddie!

Maddie?

Maddie!

Maddie?

Maddie!

Hey.

Ah.

Ooh.

- Oh, I want a mirror.

- No, patience.

You mustn't peek.

- Yeah, you might drop dead.

- Right, and what do
we do with a dead body?

Just tell me that, huh?

- Try not to be as stupid as Boris, huh?

Don't wake up smiling
before you're supposed to.

- Shut your mouth, I'm not an actor.

- Hey,
you guys, I'm scared.

- Let's go scare Uncle MacGregor.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Marie, keep your voice down.

- Yes, but what do I do?

- You scream and you play dead.

Even you should be able to manage that.

- I'm scared.

- Don't you
worry, it'll be all right.

Go ahead.

- Marie disappeared.

As for MacGregor,

either he's immune or he
dropped dead from fright.

I didn't hear a thing.

Oh, Tovaritch, this is bad news.

We're not made for horror scripts.

A total failure.

What was that?

Come on!

Tovaritch, there's someone in your room.

- I know, a horrible
monster under the bed covers

going "boom, boom, boom."

I'm worn out.

I'm staying here, I'm not moving.

- Then we'll all sleep together.

- Oh, no.

- Well, we'll leave then.

- Yes, we'll sleep in Marie's room.

- Oh, all right.

- I trust you slept well.

Did the night inspire
you with romantic ideas

to help the beginner that I shall be?

- But, Mr. MacGregor,

if you abandon the horror field,

who will pick up the torch?

- My young friend, you
still do not understand.

It will be extinguished forever.

Its sickly light replaced
by the bright flame of love.

Ah, delicious.

Would you like Abélard to bring you some?

You would love it.

He makes the most marvelous Bloody Mary.

- I see, I see...

- My dear, stop that.

- Leave me alone, they are speaking to me.

I see, I see...

Unhappiness.

Great unhappiness.

- Mabel, I've asked you
never to read the future!

- Héloïse.
- Hmm?

Oh, yes, yes, of course, Héloïse.

There, there, there.

But don't do it anymore.

He's done it again.

I wonder what'll be missing this time.

Men spend their lives

losing pieces of their
bodies and their souls,

and each time it happens,
they cry out in anguish.

That is romanticism.

The cries of man
discarding life behind him.

Never again will I provoke cries of fear.

They're such little sounds.

Henceforth, I wish only they hear

cries of the spirit in ecstasy.

You come with me, you'll soon understand.

I will make you understand!

- Well, I was really thinking
about taking a little nap.

You know, sleep?

- Ah, sleep.

The time has come for me
to learn to close my eyes.

Do you often dream, my dear?

- Well, I had a dream last night.

- Tell me.

- I was nude,

and I was being rubbed by lots of hands.

They were rubbing me all
over, faster and faster,

and it got more and more painful.

They hurt me and they burned like fire.

But at the same time, I was feeling cold.

And then it seemed they squeezed me

around the waist real hard.

In the dream, they just cut me in two.

But it wasn't painful

because I was so awfully cold, you know?

I'm sure the hands were yours.

Your hands and MacGregor's,
and they began to warm me.

Then I felt almost dead
and almost good, too.

I didn't scream, either.

I remember that.

I didn't scream at all.

- All finished.

Don't mind, it's all right.

You've been a good boy.

So here's a nice reward for Abé-loo-loo.

- No!

Oh, no!

- This world is dead, my dear Alfred.

It has been sacrificed
on the altar of love.

Héloïse changed my life.

For me, she has eliminated horror.

She's led me irresistibly towards a world

where hearts palpitate,
not in torture chambers,

but beneath pure and snow white breasts.

It was she who finally exorcized

the specter of my grandfather.

Took 40 years to bury him.

For a gravedigger, that is tragic.

- May your mother and
father rest in peace.

And God keep them in His holy care.

We are the last of the
MacGregor's now, you and I.

- My grandfather
was as old as time.

He was a gravedigger, like
his father before him.

And like mine.

I was a blonde youth;
a tow hair, I remember.

And I was alone.

- Here, son.

Get on!

What do you want to be
when you grow up, laddie?

Hmm?

I'll teach you the trade of grave-digging

if you'd like me to.

- I want to be an actor like them.

- An actor.

For 40 years, I've been frightening people,

sucking blood from my helpless victims.

Like my grandfather, I buried
bodies and exhumed them.

- You good-for-nothing hooligans!

Sluggards!

Mountebanks!

Child-stealers!

Destroyers of souls!

You little devil!

You know what happens to people like them?

They're buried without God
by the side of the road!

You come with me or you'll
be a-cursed like them!

- I chose to be cursed, my dear Alfred.

It killed my grandfather.

When I caught up with the gypsies,

their wagon was overturned.

I offered them my grandfather's
hearse in exchange.

That hearse carried me away
down the road of dreams

into the world of fantasy.

I was born into a new life.

I was going to be an actor.

The ghost of my grandfather,

unburied and unwept beside the road,

haunted every role I ever played.

And the irony of fate
decreed that my first role

was the gravedigger in "Hamlet."

So you see, my dear Alfred,

it takes more than drama
courses and actor's workshops

to become a high priest of horror.

Come over here and look at
Uncle Mac's photo album.

- Oh, gee, that's beautiful!

What's that funny-looking thing?

- An electric chair.

I'll show you the real
thing, three dimensional.

It's in full working order.

- If I'm real good, do you
promise to scare me, Uncle Mac?

- I might, if you promise to be very bad.

Comfy?

- Come.

Come, Alfred.

Let me show you a little
private collection of my own.

Can you try it?

Try it.

- What?

Excuse me, Héloïse, but--

- Where are you going?

- Oh, I just, I forgot
something in my room.

- Antoine.

Antoine!
- I'll be right back.

- Antoine.

Antoine.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no.

Antoine, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No!

- Anything wrong, my turtledove?

Oh, has the handsome
Alfred flown the coop?

- I told you, you little whore!

You monster!

You should be ashamed of yourself,

taking advantage of the
weakest and pure-hearted.

- Oh, come, come, my beloved.

She wasn't taking advantage of me.

No, no, I was simply showing
her how the chair works.

You see?

Now, now.

- Oh, cut that out!

Boris?

Stop playing games.

Get up and go wash yourself.

Boris!

- No, Tovaritch, it wasn't me, it was him!

- Who?

- Wet your throat.

He's gone completely mad, Tovaritch.

This goon is as mad as a March hare.

- But he killed Maddie.

- Yes, chopped her in pieces, Tovaritch.

I think she tried being seductive,

and you know that kind of
thing could disturb him.

- It could, how?

- Have you forgotten?

The poor guy is all finished.

He lost more than just his brains.

He's Queen of the May for good.

I can handle him now, I think, Tovaritch.

Find our hosts and get
them to phone the police.

- MacGregor!

MacGregor!

All right, playtime's over, MacGregor!

Madeleine is dead!

The village idiot buried
the hatchet in her back!

What?

What's...

What's happening?

- She got mad right after you left,

hit him with a whip and he dropped dead.

Just dropped dead on the spot.

- The candles!

What have you done with the candles?

Go and get them!

- I know, that's enough now!

What are you doing in that?

- You're wasting your time, it's solid.

I've been trying to get through

ever since he has his attack.

If you hadn't been so chicken
and run away like a baby,

I wouldn't be pinned at a time like this.

- Yes, but I might have
been in time to save Maddie

if I had gone sooner.

So much for a nice, peaceful weekend.

Don't be afraid, Marie.

I'm right here with you.

I won't leave you anymore.

Madeleine's dead, we've
got to call the police!

Where's the telephone?

- The telephone?

Did you hear that, MacGregor?

The would-be horror story writer

wants to know where the telephone is.

- Alfred, watch out!

- Stop it, Héloïse!

Cut that out!

Héloïse.

- Sit down.

You're going to die, Antoine.

And you, too, you little bitch!

What would I care if the whole world dies?

MacGregor is no more.

I shall grow old, alone in this castle.

Terribly romantic, isn't it?

How kind of you to visit
a lonely old woman.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Yes, yes, you must have some tea.

Let me get it for you.

- Talk about bats in the belfry.

- She's dangerous as a cobra, too.

- She's strong as a bull.

She picked him up and put
him right on the table.

- What the hell's she doing?

- Getting undressed.

- Oh, just what we needed.

- Oh, yes, you are going to die, Antoine.

But first, I shall grant
you one last hour of bliss.

We are going to make love like animals.

I want you to give me a child.

Then I'll be never alone
in this castle again.

I love you, I love you, Antoine.

If I untie one hand,

you are going to give
me pleasure, won't you?

Won't you?

- All right, let me go, Héloïse.

- Come, Antoine.

- Alfred!

- Oh, you are so handsome.

Why are you so mean with
your little Héloïse?

Oh, you love me.

You will beg to make love to me.

So handsome, so handsome.

Isn't he handsome?

His legs are like oak trees.

You love me, Antoine?

Then wait for me.

One must learn to be patient
when one is in love, you know?

See his legs?

Like oak trees.

And I'm going to carve my name.

Not just my initial, my whole name.

Did you think I would
carve a heart and arrow,

a bleeding heart?

No, I shall carve my name.

"Héloïse."

Oh, yes.

We'll make love.

We'll go on the floor

and be covered with blood,
your blood and mine,

while I shall be a virgin, Antoine.

I won't have to force
you to love me, will I?

Because it's not so sure that
Abélard mutilated himself

so long ago with an ax.

Perhaps I did it.

MacGregor is very good
at making people forget.

Or perhaps he did it.

MacGregor, he did so want to marry me.

Didn't you, MacGregor?

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Hey!

Hey, hey!

- Mabel!

How many times must I
ask you not to startle

the life into me like that?

- I'm sorry, MacGregor,
it's the last time.

- It's so bad for my heart.

- Is she ready?

- Yes.

I did what you told me to.

- Release her.

- Oh no, don't do that, please.

You see, I'm still a virgin.

- A virgin?

Héloïse,

I have found a virgin.

Come, my dove.

My little gazelle, my angel.

You will see ten thousand suns,

and our child will have the genius

of all the Draculas in this world

and the beauty of all the
virgins on this earth.

You will spend your life
gazing passionately now, child!

And I shall exist in its eyes!

I shall be its soul!

- Mac, you are making me dizzy.

- Oh, not now!

- That's enough, MacGregor!

- But why, she loves it, you know.

- Madeleine's dead.

- Oh dear, oh dear, how did that happen?

- Abélard murdered her with an ax.

- How clumsy.

How do you know he did, you buffoon?

- I saw her body with my own eyes.

- Where is it?

- Out in the hallway.

- You're sure?

You are perfectly sure?

You see before you someone
who has created living beings

out of bits and pieces of dead bodies,

some of which are very old.

Older than the earth!

- Now, now, dear, that's
a slight exaggeration.

- What do you mean?

Have you forgotten my last effort?

- That's true.

He was so strong.

- As strong as an elephant,
and practically immortal.

You can get down now.

- But he wasn't very attractive.

- You can't expect everything.

Bah!

Look at the waist of
this bird of paradise.

Have you forgotten last night?

Well, touch it.

Touch it!

Is it not as smooth as silk?

No scars.

- MacGregor, will
the Devil come tonight?

- Oh, cut it out.

- What difference would it make?

You don't believe in him.

If he was here before you,
you wouldn't recognize him.

Because you don't understand something,

you dismiss it and laugh!

Why, I could be the Devil
for all you know or care!

- Oh yes, yes, yes, MacGregor.

Play the Devil, please!

- Oh, not tonight, dear.

There is a virgin amongst
us and she'll be frightened.

- I won't be scared, I promise.

- You see how wise I am to abandon horror?

Even virgins are no longer afraid.

- Well,

I'm not quite a virgin.

- My dear child, you can only
be one thing or the other.

- Most of the roles I
play are juvenile parts

and my agent says that
all ingenues are virgins.

- And your agent thinks ingenues

should not believe in the devil?

- What an age we live in.

- Fear is disappearing.

Yes, my friend, it is growing old.

- Aren't you afraid of growing old?

Are you afraid of getting old?

- I've never thought about it.

- She's not afraid of growing old,

she's in love.

Love is ageless.

And because she's in love, she is pure.

- Because she's in love, she's pure.

Is that always true, MacGregor?

- Oh yes, it is always true.

All things from above are
peaceful and gentle and pure.

- I love you.

- And I love
you, my dear, brave old girl.

- Please, MacGregor, play the wolf.

And then the werewolf, and
then the Devil, please.

- I cannot play the Devil,
Héloïse, not even for you.

Playing the Devil is
such dirty business.

It's not creative.

You have no choice.

And if you have no choice,
then you have no dignity.

You have to be nasty all
the time for all eternity.

You become a machine.

I was a machine for evil.

But outside of work, no one
can make demands of me.

I am free.

I have the right to be gentle.

I'll tell you a secret,
if you let it remain one.

With you,

I try to be like God.

For you alone.

That is why you are so beautiful to me.

Because of you, I created
for the first time.

- What did you create for me, MacGregor?

- I created your smile,
your companionship,

your soft hands,

the look in your eyes,

your tenderness,

that which is in your heart.

You gave me romance.

- I love you.

- And I love you, my
dear, dear old friend.

- Yeah, come on, block him.

- "Bumblers," 65, take one.

- Action.

Cut.

- "Bumblers," 68, take one.

- You are all fired!

You're fired

Pack everything up!

Let's go!

Make it fast!

There's nothing more for us to do here.

- Romance is cool,

for now and then,

but not with ghouls or dirty old men.

- I say print all that.

What the--?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What's wrong with you, Jack?

- You are all fired!

All right, come on!

There.

Well, shoot, you idiot!

There!

- What are you up to now, Tovaritch?

You got a new job?

Huh?

You know how to use that thing?

- The boss said to shoot it.

This is no time to contradict him.

- But what's happening?

- There's no more future in horror films.

He said we've got to
convert to a new style.

- What style?

- That.

- That's what the cinema's
wave of the future is?

- Right.

- Well then, that means I
can go back to my old job.

- What makes you say that?

- Think of the thousands
of square feet of skin

that will need makeup artists.

It's fantastic.

Fantastic!

Oh, fantastic.

- Abélard.

- Is that was you call "romance"?

- Oh, no.

No.

We are leaving.

- We're leaving?

- We must.

- Yes.

- Abélard,

you know what you have to do.

- Uh, uh, uh...

Héloïse.

- Abélard.

I know.

And then time will suspend its flight.

- Yes, Héloïse.

- How will we do it, MacGregor?

- Oh, it's very simple, my love.

For time to suspend its
flight, space must take wings.

- Can you do that?

- You know I can do anything.

- Will you court me?

- Oh, yes.

Yes, I will.

And perhaps I'll even--

- Don't say it, not yet.

Then I will remake the Earth for you

and make it the way you want it to be.

- And do you know how to do that?

- I don't know anything
but I'd do that for you.

Only the moon will be left, you know?

Very bright and us and the trees.

- How wonderful.

- We will have to sweep everything clean.

- Wouldn't you rather we
just went somewhere else?

- No, we're staying.

We're just going to
clean house, that's all.

Sweep away everything that's
ugly, everything that's noisy.

No more noise.

Only the sound of the wind.

Can we do that?

- Listen.

- The earth is trembling.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's Abélard, isn't it?

- Of course.

Come.

- Dracula.