Tales of Mystery and Imagination

Tales of Mystery and Imagination

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Woody Allen: Count Dracula


Somewhere in Transylvania, Dracula the monster is sleeping in his coffin, waiting for night to fall. As exposure to the sun's rays would surely cause him to perish, he stays protected in the satin-lined chamber bearing his family name in silver. Then the moment of darkness comes, and through some miraculous instinct the fiend emerges from the safety of his hiding place and, assuming the hideous forms of the bat or the wolf, he prowls the countryside, drinking the blood of his victims. Finally, before the first rays of his archenemy, the Sun, announce a new day, he hurries back to the safety of his hidden coffin and sleeps, as the cycle begins anew. Now he starts to stir. The fluttering of his eyelids are a response to some age-old, unexplainable instinct that the sun is nearly down and his time is near. Tonight, he is particularly hungry as he lies there, fully awake now, in red-lined inverness cape and tails, waiting to feel with uncanny perception the precise moment of darkness before opening the lid and emerging, he decides who this evening's victims will be. The baker and his wife, he thinks to himself. Succulent, available, and unsuspecting. The thought of the unwary couple whose trust he has carefully cultivated excites his blood lust to a fever pitch, and he can barely hold back these last seconds before climbing out of the coffin to seek his prey. Suddenly he knows the sun is down. Like an angel of hell, he rises swiftly, and changing into a bat, flies to the cottage of his tantalizing victims.


'Why, Count Dracula, what a nice surprise,' the baker's wife says, opening the door to admit him. (He has once again assumed human form, as he enters their home, charmingly concealing his rapacious goal.)
'What brings you here so early?' the baker asks.
'Our dinner date,' the Count answers. 'I hope I haven't made an error. You did invite for tonight, didn't you?'
'Yes, tonight, but that's not for seven hours.'
'Pardon me?' Dracula queries, looking around the room puzzled.
'Or did you come to watch the eclipse with us?'
'Eclipse?'
'Yes. Today's the total eclipse.'
'What?'
'A few moments of darkness from noon until two minutes after. Look out the window.'
'Uh-oh. I'm in big trouble.'
'Eh?'
'And now if you'll excuse me . .'
'What, Count Dracula?'
'Must be going-aha-oh god . . . ' Frantically he fumbles for the doorknob.
'Going? You just came.'
'Yes-but-I think I blew it very badly . . .'
'Count Dracula, you're pale.'
'Am I? I need a little fresh air. It was nice seeing you . . .'
'Come. Sit down. We'll have a drink.'
'Drink? No, I must run. Er-you're stepping on my cape.'
'Sure. Relax. Some wine.'
'Wine? Oh no, gave it up-liver and all that, you know. And now I really must buzz off. I just remembered, I left the lights on in the castle-bills'll be enormous . . .'
'Please,' the baker says, his arm around the Count in firm friendship. 'You're not intruding. Don't be so polite. So you're early.'
'Really, I’d like to stay but there's a meeting of old Rumanian Counts across town and I'm responsible for the cold cuts.'
'Rush, rush, rush. It's a wonder you don't get a heart attack.'
'Yes, right-and now-'
'I'm making chicken pilaf tonight,' the baker's wife chimes in. 'I hope you like it.'
'Wonderful, wonderful,' the Count says, with a smile, as he pushes her aside into some laundry. Then, opening a closet door by mistake, he walks in.
'Christ. Where's the goddamn front door?'
'Ach,' laughs the baker's wife, 'such a funny man, the Count.'
'I knew you'd like that,' Dracula says, forcing a chuckle, 'now get out of my way.' At last he opens the front door but time has run out on him.
'Oh, look, mama,' says the baker, 'the eclipse must be over. The sun is coming out again.'
'Right,' says Dracula, slamming the front door. 'I've decided to stay. Pull down the window shades quickly-quickly! Let's move it!'
'What window shades?' asks the baker.
'There are none, right? Figures. You got a basement?'
'No,' says the wife affably, 'I’m always telling Jarslov to build one But he never listens. That's some husband, my Jarslov.'
'I'm all choked up. Where's the closet?'
'You did that one already, Count Dracula. Unt mama and I laughed at it.'
'Ach-such a funny man, the Count.'
'Look, I’ll be in the closet. Knock at seven-thirty.' And with that, the Count steps in the closet and slams the door.
'Hee-hee--he is so funny, Jarslov.'
'Oh, Count. Come out of the closet. Stop being a big silly.'
From inside the closet comes the muffled voice of Dracula. 'Can't-please take my word for it. Just let me stay here. I'm fine. Really.'
'Count Dracula, stop the fooling. We're already helpless with laughter.'
'Can I tell you, I love this closet.'
'Yes, but . . .'
'I know, I know . . It seems strange, and yet here I am, having a ball. I was just saying to Mrs. Hess the other day, give me a good closet and I can stand in it for hours. Sweet woman, Mrs. Hess. Fat, but sweet . . Now, why don't you run along and check back with me at sun-set. Oh, Ramona, la da de, Ramona . . .'
Now the mayor and his wife, Katia, arrive. They are passing by and have decided to pay a call on their good friends, the baker and his wife.
'Hello, Jarslov. I hope Katia and I are not intruding?'
'Of course not, Mr. Mayor. Come out, Count Dracula. We have company!'
'Is the Count here?' asks the mayor surprised.
'Yes, and you'll never guess where,' says the baker's wife.
'It's so rare to see him around this early. In fact I can't ever remember seeing him around in the daytime.'
'Well, he's here. Come out, Count Dracula!'
'Where is he?' Katia asks, not knowing whether to laugh or not.
'Come on out now! Let's go!' the baker's wife is getting impatient.
'He's in the closet,' says the baker, apologetically.
'Really?' asks the mayor.
'Let's go,' says the baker with mock good humor as he knocks on the closet door. 'Enough is enough. The mayor's here.'
'Come on out, Dracula,' his honor shouts, 'Let's have a drink.'
'No, go ahead. I have business in here.'
'In the closet?'
'Yes, don't let me spoil your day. I can hear what you're saying. I'll Join in if I have anything to add." Everyone looks at one another and shrugs. Wine is poured and they all drink.
'Some eclipse today,' the mayor says, sipping from his glass.
'Yes,' the baker agrees. 'Incredible.'
'Yeah. Thrilling,' says a voice from the closet.
'What, Dracula?'
'Nothing, nothing. Let it go.'
And so some time passes, until the mayor can stand it no longer and forcing open the door to the closet, he shouts, 'Come on, Dracula. I always thought you were a mature man. Stop this craziness.'
The daylight streams in, causing the evil monster to shriek and slowly dissolve to a skeleton and then to dust before the eyes of the people present.
Leaning down to the pile of white ash on the closet floor, the mayor says, 'Does this mean dinner is off?’

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Still hilarious - I remember reading this as a kid, and I found it just as hilarious back then.

Unknown said...

I cut this down a bit and did it as sort of an SNL skit in my high schools speech/debate competitions under the categories Humorous Interpretation and Storytelling. I got to finals in both categories. I used my own voice as the narrator, cut out the other characters except for the bakers wife and Dracula. This was back in the seventies and I did Bela Lugosia for Dracula and Edith Bunker for the Bakers wife. I also had these funny movements for when he turns into a bat and “once again he has returned to human form.” Before you could take it to competition you had to show your skit to our teacher. At the two bat changes I had to stop until he quit laughing before I could continue. One was flinging my arms out to behind my body like opening up wings and the other was the same Only in reverse. I had sound effects to go with them.

Susan Barthelow

Tales of Mystery and Imagination