INT. CASTLE DRACULA - GUEST ROOM - DAWN
Grey light. A small shaving mirror hangs from the window latch. JONATHAN HARKER (20s) lathers his jaw and lifts the razor.
A hand settles on his shoulder.
THE COUNT (O.S.)
Good morning.
Harker starts. The razor nicks his chin. He looks into the glass for the man behind him.
The bed. The door. The whole room over his shoulder. And no one standing behind him.
He turns. THE COUNT (70s), tall, white-moustached, stands close enough to touch. His eyes go to the bead of blood on Harker’s chin.
THE COUNT
Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.
He lifts the mirror from the latch and drops it out of the window. A long moment later, it breaks on the stones below.
