Van Helsing

Carl: [while stocking Van Helsing's kit for the trip to Transylvania] I don't know. You could blind your enemies, char-broil a herd of chargind wildebeests - use your imagination.

Van Helsing: No, I'm going to use yours - you're coming with me.

Carl: Oh, to hell and be damned I am!

Van Helsing: Carl, you just cursed! Not well mind you but you're a monk. You shouldn't curse at all.

Carl: Actually I'm just a friar so I can curse all I want... dammit!

Van Helsing: [Bangs on the canal gate feverishly while staying afloat; he looks on as the Frankenstein monster drifts away with the enemy] I must save him!

Carl: [Holding his head down] No, you can't.

Van Helsing: [Surprised] Why?

Carl: [Lamentingly] I cabled Rome earlier to apprise them of our situation.

Van Helsing: And what did they say?

Carl: [Speaks with sadness in his voice] Even if you somehow kill Dracula, Rome orders you to destroy Frankenstein as well.

Van Helsing: But he isn't evil!

Carl: Yes, but they say he isn't human either.

Van Helsing: Do they know him? Have they talked with him? Who are they to judge?

Carl: They want you to destroy him so he can never be used to harm humanity.

Van Helsing: And what of *me?* Did you tell them what *I'm* to become?

[Swiftly grabs hold of Carl's throat]

Van Helsing: Did they tell you how to *kill* me?

[He lifts him up with one arm, pinning him to the gate; the more he speaks, the tighter his grip gets around Carl's throat, while he struggles vainly to free himself]

Van Helsing: The correct *angle* of the stake as it enters my heart?

Anna Valerious: [Anna, terrified of his outburst tries to grab hold of Van Helsing to get him to release Carl] No! Stop!

Van Helsing: [His hand still tightening, his iris dilate and begin to glow an eerie, pale yellow as he yells] The exact measure of *silver* in each *bullet*? Huh?

Carl: [Croaks pitifully in Van Helsing's grip, and speaks pleadingly] No, I-I left you out!

Van Helsing: [Van Helsing's eyes look more and more savage. He grimaces and doubles over, releasing Carl from his grasp. Then he clutches himself, as a vicious roar bellows though his lips; he snarls and sneers while clenching his fists trying to fight away the curse. Anna and Carl look at him with both fear of and for him; as his eyes return to that of human, he realizes he has little time left and that he has hurt his best friend. He looks at Carl with regret] I'm sorry... It is starting...