1 Mt Scenc AL “Dewrié —_—— JANIE SIDES The bartender ig JAMIS still in her fetching push-up costume. JAMIE, I remember you. ft, NICK xh And T remember you. T never forget 5 @ pretty. (eyes her, appreciative) «+ severything. SAM We're looking for Ed Brewer. JAMIE (slightly suspicious) Uh-huh. “What do you want with Bd? ‘NICK Federal agonts. Mr. Brewer wae witness to a serious crime. We need to-- Jamie narrows her eyes at him, shakes her head in disbelief. SANIE, Waitaminute. You're a Fed? You're kidding, right? (He' shakes head, ‘nope’) You sure don’t come on like a Fed. (squints at him) Seriously? &, ae) coennccnnncCORX a sma (mp) What can I get you? NICK My partner here doesn't drink. He's Christian Scientist. won’t even take aspirin. Real drag on stake-outs. Flirting. JAMIE (1ittle laugh) You're fuany. LarS \wwapsredrsv S Daveni & 2 NICK I’m more than that. I'd love a chance to show you the rest. when do you get off tonight? JANIE Haha. Like I sald. Funny. REX KURRRERH KAKA KN KER IKRIE Jamie comes back in, now stacking glasses. NICK smiles at her, nods. NICK Ey 80, about tonight— * JAMIE Sorxy, but 2 promised my friend a girls’ night out. She nods down the bar. JAMZ (CONT’D) Besides, no self-respecting ’bar- wench’ lets herself get picked up by a customer on the firet try. NICK (mock affront) tm not a customer. I'm a Federal Agent. JAMIE {inviting emile) Try again tomorrow. G-man. NICK I'd like to. I just don’t think we're staying on this case. JAMIE What, is it too weird for you? po, OEE ERIS Hanging from one of its posts, a FLOWING WHITE GOWN. She sits up, looks around -- another castle room, with stone and mortar walls, torch sconces. She looks at the nearest sconce, realizes the torch flickering in it Is SLECTRIC. FAKE. Z&S« “ i Scene WF i) Bone eer TTT DRACULA You wake... He smiles, inviting, the immaculate host. DRACULA (CONT'D) The gown... suits your beauty... Please put it on. JANIE Where am T?) What have you done to Sam? DRACULA Harker... Is resting elsewhere. Please... Put on the gown, then you may dine. Drac gestures to the table, on a silver platter, the pizza. Proudly: DRACULA (CONT'D) We're having pizza. JAMIE, What-- what is wrong with you? You ‘made up’ Lucy right? You pretended to be my friend? DRACULA I needed to know... If you were the one. JAMIE You could try talking to people. But instead you become thie? DRACULA, ‘The gown. JBMIE (fear into anger) I’m not playing your stupid game! (breaks to sobs) I want te go home... Drac EXPLODES in a tidal wave of hideous anger: DRACULA PUD ON THE GOWNI! BAS