Michael McShane credited as playing...
Left Hand
- [last lines]
- [at a funeral, a young girl spots a stranger]
- Girl: Hey, mister! Wait! Mister, wait! Um, excuse me, sir, but I was wondering if you knew my grandmother Leila... Yes. It's you, isn't it? My grandmother told me about you. So, I'd be honoured if you could come to our house. My father would be so happy...
- D: I appreciate the kindness.
- Girl: Oh, come on, we don't live very far...
- D: I just came to keep a promise I made to an old friend. She was afraid no one would mourn her death. I'm glad she was so wrong.
- Girl: Okay, I guess I see... anyway, thank you for coming.
- [D smiles at her, and rides out]
- Girl: Goodbye. Goodbye!
- Left Hand: Well, that was nice. You're not so bad after all... you just dress bad.
- Left Hand: Getting close... the Castle of Chaythe. Soon we'll be able to see it: the home of Carmilla, the Bloody Countess. You've heard of her. For five thousand years her rule of terror lasted, and then, that was that! Your father, the Vampire King, grew angry. He was impatient with her vanity; offended by her bloodlust, her gluttony. He grew so tired that he killed her while she slept, impaling her on a sword, and that was it for her. Except she haunts the place now with phantoms and demons... But you don't care about that, do you? But I bet I know what really gets to you, dunpeal. What REALLY gets to you - the thought of those two lovebirds having another dunpeal, huh? That's it. You see, I know you. I know how you think, I know how you feel, I know every move you make. You can't...
- [D clenches his fist to shut Left Hand up]
- Left Hand: I don't know about you, but man I sure miss that horse. What was his name?
- [D doesn't respond]
- Left Hand: Oh, oh the silent treatment, huh? Well I got two words for you: Heat Syndrome. Look, look, I know I'm a parasite, but haven't I always been a helpful parasite? Now you may not care if you die from heat, but becoming a piece of beef jerky is not a lifelong ambition of mine!
- [still no response from D]
- Left Hand: [resigned] Yeah, well, what's the sound of one hand yapping?
- Left Hand: Sweet Blasphemy, Sand Mantas galore! Talk about your prehistoric pigeons. And they're filthy animals, y'know, they're just filthy!