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- Hyah.

Whoa.

- Hey, gringo.

I don't think you want to come this way,

but what you got there on the horse, I like.

Why don't you give that to me, huh?

- Oh yeah?

Why is that?

- Because that's no good to you dead.

But because you're a stupid gringo,

I kill you quick, okay?

- It's mighty nice of you, mister.

- Yeah.

I am Bela Latigo.

And that is the last name you're going to hear, amigo.

Gringo!

Hey.

Gringo, come back.

Hey.

The whole thing, it was a joke.

Can't you take a joke?

The sun, she's coming up.

They gonna kill you.

You gonna die.

They gonna kill you.

Gringo!

You're gonna die, gringo.

Yeah, you're gonna die.

Gringo!

Hey!

Gringo, come back!

Gringo!

- What is it you want?

- Sanctuary.

I seek sanctuary.

I have the price.

- Is she pure?

- Yeah.

Pure as hell.

- Who sent you?

- Bad Bathory.

You gonna let me in?

It's getting bright out here if you know what I mean.

- Wait one minute.

Bring her in.

We must see her.

- How's this then?

Not too bad, huh?

- And you are sure she is pure.

- Yeah, through and through.

- Enter then, to Sanctuary.

- About damn time.

- Miss Carmilla.

Miss Carmilla.

- Stop that banging on the damn door, Mina Belle.

Get on in here.

- Miss Carmilla, there's a new gentleman

what just arrived downstairs.

He's brought a lady toy with him.

You know, like they always do.

- Yes I do.

So this gentleman, what's he look like?

- Well, let's see.

He's got on some black.

- No, I mean is he handsome, you dumb blood trollop?

- That?

Why didn't you say so?

I couldn't rightly tell,

on account he had his face kind of cover

with a leather kerchief.

You know.

- No, I do not know.

So this gentleman, where is he now?

- I'm sure they sent him down to the council.

- Yes, of course.

My dear Mina Belle, we shall also attend

- Yes, Ms. Carmilla.

- Grab my weapons.

Come on now.

- Yes.

- So, am I in?

- My good man.

If we felt that you were in any way an outsider,

you would never have made it down our main street.

You see, there is a reason

so many seek the comfort of Sanctuary.

Our history, our reputation if you will,

speaks for itself.

But not all are welcome.

- I see what you mean.

It's a good deal.

- It is only for those in our favor.

Cross us and a worse fate awaits.

You have paid for entry

and have been allowed sanctuary for now.

But as a trial only.

- What kind of trial?

- A kind of trial that will determine

whether you are welcome here or not.

- Well, sorry.

I guess I can't be one of the "or nots".

- I suggest that you do.

Very well then.

A room has been made ready for you upstairs.

They will show you the way.

- Much obliged.

All.

Thank you.

- What do you see, Miss Carmilla?

- Shut up?

Oh, he sure is a thing.

That's a fact.

- I want to see.

- Stop it.

Will you just...

This one here is gonna be mine.

Bring him to my room when you're done, little leach.

- Hey, someone wants to see you, right quick.

- Who might that be?

- Well, you all just going to have to come with me,

if you wants to find out, handsome.

- What are we waiting on?

Lead the way.

I'll,

I'll follow behind.

- Why, mister, I do believe you's

trying to flirt with me.

- Well, come on in, good looking.

- I appreciate the invite, but I'm right good here for now.

- Well look at you.

All pretty and everything

in them tight black duds.

What's your name?

- Oh, well they called me Rider.

- Rider, that's it?

- Yep.

Just Rider.

Plain and Simple.

- Oh, see that's the way I likes it.

Plain and simple, Rider.

- Well, maybe if we get to know each other a little better,

I might just tell you the rest.

- The rest?

Oh, I'm looking forward to us getting

to know each other a whole lot better, Rider.

Plain and simple.

- Miss Carmilla.

Miss Carmilla.

- How dare you interrupt me, you worthle

- It's Count.

Count wants you.

- That's all right.

I can come back later.

This little doll come get me when you're ready to,

well you know, get to know me a little better

like you says, ma'am.

Excuse me.

- Rider is mine.

If I even catch you looking at him for over a second,

I will have you staked out in the sun.

Do you understand?

- Yes, miss.

Yes.

- Well, good.

Because that's just what we likes to hea

Now get!

- Ah, my dear, Carmilla.

Come in.

Please have a seat.

- I think I'm gonna stand, Count, if'n you don't mind.

- No, no, not at all.

Whatever you prefer.

You know you are my favorite and I know I can trust you.

Hmm?

- Yes'm, Count.

You know that you can.

- Good, good.

As I thought.

Very well then,

I require a small favor of you my dear, Carmilla.

- I'm listening.

- It seems you are,

how should you say,

interested in our new guest.

- Just mildly, Count.

A plaything I'm sure I will tire of.

- I don't care about that.

Do what you will.

I want you to be with him, to keep an eye on him.

What he does, where he goes.

You follow my meaning?

- Is there something wrong?

Did he do something?

- It's a feeling, isn't it?

How do you say, a hunch?

Yes, that's it.

So will you do this for me my dear, Carmilla?

- Of course.

Yes, Count, whatever you wish.

- Excellent, excellent.

I knew I could depend on you.

Well go have fun with your new toy.

And Carmilla,

this shall remain between us.

You will be discreet, yes?

- Oh, Excellency, you bet your boots I will.

- Okay ladies, come on.

Get your derrieres inside.

Ain't got all night, you know.

Come on, ladies.

Come on.

- Hey, all the rest of our stuff's still in there.

- Oh honey.

No.

Don't you worry none.

Just gonna take 'em around the back way

so you gals won't have to fuss none with it.

Now go on in there.

There's a whole bunch of folks are waiting on you.

Now go on.

Get.

You're a dumb tramp.

- Can I get a shot of whiskey, please?

- Rot gut or the good stuff?

- Surprise me.

- Well, stranger, ain't never seen you

at the Sanctuary before.

What's your name?

- They call me Rider.

- Rider?

Huh.

Don't think I ever heard of you none.

What's you doing at Sanctuary?

- I don't think that's any of your business,

now is it, stranger?

- That's him right there.

That one.

Get him.

- Get your hands off of me, you damn varmints.

You got the wrong one.

- I think we got the right one, Dukey.

We sure got the right one.

You, Count wants to see you also.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

- Oh don't worry about that none.

Count just wants to show you a little something.

Move it, Dukey, goddamnit.

Lazy son of a bitch.

Move it.

- Where are you all taking me?

I ain't done nothing wrong.

- Shut your mouth and keep walking.

Watch your step there, Duke.

Wouldn't want you getting hurt.

- You got the wrong one.

- Shut your mouth now.

You gonna like it down here.

Oh yeah.

You gonna feel right at home

with all the other rats.

Get moving.

My friend, I'm gonna show you something real sweet.

- I ain't done nothing.

Get your hands off me.

You're making a big mistake, man.

I'm telling you.

- Goddammit.

Will you shut him up? - I ain't done nothing.

- Gag him.

Come on.

See that there?

This here is where we make up silver bullets.

Oh careful now.

You don't want none of that on you.

Now let me show you something

Now this here,

well, this here is a traitor

what done turned on us?

Didn't you?

Take his muzzle off.

Now you going to see what we do

to those that done turn on us?

Hold his head back.

See, old Duke VonWayne here,

he going to get himself a little drink,

courtesy of one Count Holiday.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Oh see that there?

That there's molten silver.

Same kind we be making bullets with.

You ever see what happens when you pour liquid silver

down a bloodsucker's throat.

Oh, now you just watch.

Oh yes sir, I'm enjoying this

How's that taste, Dukey?

How's that taste?

Oh yeah. Oh yeah!

Whooo-wee, look at him now.

Big man, there you go.

Drink it down.

Whoo-wee.

- Yeah.

I think you're getting a little sick from it, Dukey,

if I didn't know you better.

Lookey here now.

Now ain't that something?

- Miss Carmilla.

- Liken me a light snack

tonight for me and a friend.

Got anything appropriate?

- I think I got just what you're looking for tonight,

miss Carmilla.

- This here will be a delivery.

- Yes, Miss Carmilla.

I'll get on it right quick.

- Hey, handsome.

- You gotta be careful coming up on someone like that, doll.

- Why?

What you all got in mind?

Miss Carmilla, she requests your company for a drink.

- When?

- Well, right about now.

I'm supposed to take you to her.

- All right.

Can't keep a pretty lady waiting,

now can we?

- No sir.

Here he is, Miss Carmilla.

- I am glad you could join me, Rider, for a drink.

- Oh Miss Carmilla,

I never turn down an off from a pretty lady.

- Mmm.

Now you're getting on my good side.

That's a nice place to be.

- Looks mighty nice from here.

- Mmm.

Well then you're gonna lack this little treat even more,

if that's possible.

Slightly vintage blend.

Aged 18 or 19 years.

What do you think, Rider?

Pretty little thing, ain't she?

Why don't you come over here, handsome,

get that drink with me.

There's room for two at this here watering hole.

What's wrong, sugar?

Don't you like her?

- You go on.

Take a big one for both of us,

'cause I want you to personally

come over and give me my drink.

- Oh, I can do that honey.

You got me all hot and raring to go.

- Another shot.

Bad Bathory.

Well I'll be a son of a bloodsucker.

- What's up, Kid?

Been a while, ain't it?

- I reckon it has now.

Ever since that time... Whoa, whoa, whoa

Hold on now, Kid.

I don't think we want any of that

a-getting out here in Sanctuary.

Now do we?

- I guess you got that right.

It sure it was a time though, wasn't it?

- It sure was, Kid.

Want a drink, Kid?

- Yeehaw!

Now that's the Bad Bathory I know.

- Hell yeah.

- Thanks, but I'm sticking with this tonight,

if you don't mind.

- Good deal.

- Say, some sidewinder here using your n

to get into Sanctuary.

- Huh? - Yeah.

- Gunslinger or a blood-drinker?

- Both I reckon.

Don't rightly know.

Name's Rider.

You know him?

- Rider, huh?

Can't say that I rightly do know, Kid.

- Well what you know about that?

- I guess we're gonna have us another time now, huh, Kid?

- Yep. It sure looks like it, huh?

- Hell yeah.

- What ya doing?

If Miss Carmilla finds out

we'll both be in trouble.

- Doll, you've been flirting with me since I got here.

You really care what Miss Carmilla think

- Well, um, no.

- Should I stop?

- Mmm-mm.

- I'll be back later, doll.

You can show me where the Count lays his hat.

- Count don't wear no hat.

- Just be here when I get back.

- Whatever you says, handsome.

Hmm.

Back already, Rider?

Couldn't stay away from your Mina Belle, now could ya?

- Mmm.

Now I told you, Rider's mine.

I warned you, you stupid little blood whore.

- No, no.

No!

No, no!

- Mina Belle,

for violating the rules of our great hou

where you once so graciously received sanctuary,

you are sentenced... No.

- This day.

to death.

at the stake.

- No.

- Now we ain't never heard of this here Rider, Count.

So we thought we ought to come let you know.

- Is this so, Bathory?

- Kid's right, Count.

I ain't never heard of this here Rider fella.

Let alone, know him.

- You want we should shake him?

- No, Kid.

Time enough for that later.

First I wish to know why he has come to Sanctuary.

Do this for me.

- Be my pleasure, Count.

Kid, you heard the Count.

We got us a liar waiting.

- And remember, gentlemen.

No killing until after we know his intentions.

- Well now, Count,

we sure will try.

Yes sir.

We're sure gonna try.

- Oh foolish Rider.

I'd say he was as good as dead.

- Special delivery for a Mr. Rider.

- What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

- Special delivery courtesy of a Miss Mina Belle.

- What?

Oh, get outta here.

- Aw.

Now you ain't saying you forget little

old Mina Belle now.

- Why you...

- Oh, so you do remember her?

You done mess with the wrong polecat now

You shouldn't have crossed me, Rider.

- Miss Carmilla.

I can't believe you're the jealous type.

- Oh, handsome, you don't know the half of it.

Sometimes I'm cruel and spiteful.

- Well, doesn't that surprise me.

- Now that is right sweet.

But I can't tell if that's you, my tender morsel,

or your sweet little Mina Belle's.

- Now you can call me Death Rider.

Bartender, set me up a bunch of shot glasses.

Get me a couple bottles of whiskey.

Good stuff.

- It'll be $5, hot-shot

- Keep the change.

- Kid.

Will you come like a good boy

for some blood?

- Not now darling?

I got me some business I gots

to take care of right about now.

- Oh, why?

- How's about I see you later?

- Okay.

- You's new here in Sanctuary?

You says you know Bad Bathory.

Is that right?

Well now you see, Bad Bathory,

he just so happens to be a real good friend of mine.

- You don't say.

- I do say.

And I says to you,

you ain't no friend of Bad Bathory at al

- Ah.

- Well, look who just strolled in.

- How you doing, Kid?

Who's your friend?

- Oh, well it's funny you should ask

'cause this here is your old friend.

You remember him, don't you?

- Well stranger, I don't rightly recall us ever meeting.

Where was it you said we met.

- I didn't.

At least to nobody hereabouts.

But maybe you don't recall

because you were too busy

killing all them deputies that day.

- Deputies you say?

Well the, stranger-

- Name's Death Rider.

Friends call me Rider, but...

- Well then, Death Rider,

if'n I was busy killing all them deputie

how the hell did we have time for howdy-

- Drinks on me, sidewinders.

There you go.

- Thanks, stranger.

It's mighty neighborly of you.

You're all right.

Ain't you having a shot too?

- This don't change nothing.

- This won't save the Count.

- Goddammit.

Move it!

Die, you son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

- How you like your drinks, fellas?

- Oh yeah.

Oh, come on.

Oh, you're scared now.

Oh yeah.

Say goodnight, you motherf-

- Cover me, Kid.

- You sure are a whip, you son of a bitc

What do you put in them bottles?

- My own special blend.

One part whiskey, one part silver dust.

Sure hits the spot, don't it?

I guess some folks just can't handle their liquor.

- Well what y'all waiting for, huh?

Go on out there and get their money.

Now.

Go on.

Go on.

And get their guns too.

You dumb tramps.

- Thank you, lover.

- Come in and welcome.

Were you really going to shoot me in the back?

How unsporting.

Of course we've anxiously been awaiting your arrival.

What could have taken you so long?

A little business to take care of, hmm?

Dear boy, did you not think we know all

that goes on within this sanctuary?

- What about all them dead bloodsuckers downstairs?

Suppose you saw all that coming?

- Ah yes.

Well, every now and again, a purge, if you will,

is not such a bad thing.

Clears out the riffraff, the hangers on, so to speak.

And it was getting rather crowded in here anyway.

Don't you think?

- You set me up.

- No, my young hothead, used you.

That's a better, more accurate descripti

- Son of a bitch.

- Hilarious.

So you've come looking for me

and you've found me.

Here I am.

Hmm?

Here I am.

So now what?

Is this when you say "I'm going to kill you"?

Well go on then.

Do what thou wilt.

Release him, let him go.

This should be interesting,

I suppose you're looking for these.

Hmm?

How careless.

You come here to my home, my Sanctuary,

sanctuary I so graciously gave to you,

and you try to kill me.

Rider, where are your manners?

Is that any way to treat such a generous host as myself?

Surely you are raised better than that, boy.

- I was raised to kill vampires like you, Count.

- And you, are you not also vampire?

Why not kill yourself?

- Because I'm gonna kill you first.

- Oh yes, we've heard that already.

I suppose I should be afraid or something of that nature.

How droll.

A funny thing, a quirk of mine, if you will, yes.

Sometimes I like to keep them like trophies.

Such astounding treasured possessions.

Don't you think, Rider, especially this one.

Do you recognize her, Rider?

- Now you're really dead.

- Yes I am.

Have been for over 200 years.

- Stop.

- Is that any way to greet your beloved sister, Rider?

- Rider, Rider, hold me.

- You heard your sister, Rider?

- Rider.

- Give your sister a big hug.

- Rider, hold me.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

- Rider?

Rider?

(skin sizzlin

Rider?

- Welcome back, Rider.

- What did you hit me with?

Felt like a cannon.

- There was nothing but my fist.

Very effective, I must say.

Wouldn't you agree?

- Yes sir.

I can't rightly argue that.

This don't change nothing.

I'm still going to-

- Yes, yes, yes.

We know.

You are going to kill me.

Well, why might I ask.

Your sister's gone and nothing can change that.

I underestimate you, Rider.

You are quite resourceful.

But you made one fatal error.

This is not my first rodeo, cowboy.

I hope you can do better than this.

Alright, Rider, playtime is over.

Now you're beginning to anger me, Rider.

- Too bad, Count, because I'm just getting started.

- No, no, Rider.

This ends now.

Time for you to join your lovely sister.

Poor Rider.

You never really had a chance, did you?

- I guess you're right, Count.

Sure does seem that way, don't it?

- I was going to slowly bleed you,

but don't worry, I'll make this quick.

- Thanks, Count.

I appreciate that.

That's for her and all the others.

- Time to get, little lady.

- Hey, that's gonna cost you extra.

- So long, Count!

- Be seeing you, Death Rider.

- Oh, lover.

You can bet your fangs on that.