Quinze
[ Too bad the Count's voice can't be recorded. His radio is promptly ignored, and the man himself is standing outside with nothing but a pistol, seeming rather grounded considering the horrible weather. ]
I will not be wrongfully imprisoned a second time.
Come, you pitiful men who hide behind the pretense of justice! I will show you a man who has no fear of death or pain.
To any man or woman who stands in my way! Your blood shall stain these streets!
[ Insert crazy laughter and glowing forehead. ]
I will not be wrongfully imprisoned a second time.
Come, you pitiful men who hide behind the pretense of justice! I will show you a man who has no fear of death or pain.
To any man or woman who stands in my way! Your blood shall stain these streets!
[ Insert crazy laughter and glowing forehead. ]