Well, I'm sorry, but there's a carriage meeting me at Borgo Pass at midnight.
Borgo Pass?
Yes.
Whose carriage?
Count Dracula's.
Count Dracula's?
Yes.
[The inkeeper's wife superstitiously crosses herself.] [fearfully]
Castle Dracula?
Yes, that's where I'm going.
To the castle?
Yes.
[tremulously]
Nooo. You mustn't go there. We people of the mountains believe at the Castle there are vampires. Dracula and his wives - they take the form of wolves and bats. They leave their coffins at night and they feed on the blood of the living.
But that's all superstition. Why I, I can't understand why...
Come, we must go indoors.
It's a matter of business with me. I've got to go. Really. Well, goodnight.
[As he climbs back into the coach, the innkeeper's peasant wife rushes over and places a crucifix around his neck] Innkeeper's wife: Wait. Please. If you must go, wear this for your mother's sake. It will protect you.
