Dracula's Widow

- Hollywood. Tinsel Town, they call it.

Smoke and lights and plenty of noise.

A concept with a zip code that takes up space

on a map of L.A.

But that doesn't make it real.

Me? I know where all the bodies are buried.

I've been a cop here too long not to.

I've seen what this town can offer,

hopes and dreams and the nightmares.

The kind that come to life.

Like the one that started at that oddball museum,

The Hollywood House of Wax.

The exhibits inside were something.

Real spooky.

Like the owner.

A kid named Raymond Everett.

Oh.

Incredible.

- Hey, where do you want this one?

Put it in the back.

- Take it. - Carefully, please.

There are very valuable things in there.

Hey.

Hey, what's all this stuff?

Look at this.

Please, put that down.

This sword is at least 550 years old.

It comes from the area that Count Dracula

was believed to have lived, Poenari, Romania.

Hmm.

I wonder how many heads rolled at the end of it.

Yeah, that's real interesting.

Here, uh, sign here.

- Wait, this is odd. It says five crates.

I count six.

Oh, so you got an extra one.

Well, what do you want us to do? Take it back or something?

- No, no, no. - All right.

- It's fine. - Yeah.

Uh, initial there.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Damn these old fuses.

Great. Another break in.

Hey, Lou. Give us another.

- Uh, scotch and soda? - Yeah, stiff.

Hey Lou, take a look at this babe.

Dynamite.

Looking for someone? - Yes.

- Well maybe I'm that certain someone.

All right?

How about a drink, baby?

Yes.

But not here.

All right.

How about little drive somewhere?

You know, moonlight, a little romance under the stars, hmm?

Yes.

Good.

Oh, I like that.

Feels good, doesn't it?

I know you like that. I know.

I know you want me.

What have we got here? Silk.

Mm.

I like that. Wait till you see what I'm gonna show you.

Uh! Hey, hey, if you like to be on top...

Oh shit! Oh God, get away from me!

Looks clear enough for me.

Go.

I think that guy that works here is still upstairs.

Be quiet. - Okay, right.

Shh, shh. Quiet.

- This junk is supposed to be worth something?

Yeah.

Yeah. Poenari, Romania.

That means it's antiques. Yeah.

Some old antique dealer's gonna pay a lot of money for this.

- Tell you what, Winston, I'm gonna hit the cash register.

Just in case the antique dealer doesn't like the goods.

Hey, hey, hey. Be quiet.

I'll walk on my tippy-toes.

Shh.

Oh, too freaky.

Huh.

What you looking at, Jack? Hmm?

Dave?

What's going on?

Winston? Dave?

Would you quit messing around?

Jesus. God.

Who are you?

How did you get in here?

Put that down.

Put that down!

She's very angelic. Who is she?

My girlfriend Jenny.

From now on

you're only mine!

Do you understand?

I'm going to make you mine.

So you do anything I desire.

Just stay away from me.

Oh.

- A night rain had washed the garbage from the streets,

but something was wrong.

I could feel it. I had my own problems.

Deputy Police Chief who was bucking for his boss's job

and looking to me for help.

Fat chance. Guy should have been selling pencils.

He was a bad cop.

- Hey, Hap, why do you keep hanging up on me?

Sorry, Citrano.

Barracuda upstairs.

- Oh, Christ. They still on your case?

What's up?

- Couple of rookies just found a body in the park.

Apparently, it's real hamburger meat.

- Yeah? Better bring the cheese then.

Take a look ourselves.

Oh, God!

A vampire.

I've gotta kill her before it's too late.