[Rasputin starts devouring the entire half of the tart. Then he points his fingers towards Oxfords and starts a deep hum, slowly hypnotizing him before licking and massaging the area around the scar]
Rasputin:
Relax. Let the blood flow. Let me lick your wounds.
Duke of Oxford:
Yes.
Rasputin:
Trust me. Trust me.
Duke of Oxford:
Oh, God. I can see it.
Rasputin:
Don't worry, I will help you, and you will help me. Why do you want to see the tsar?
Duke of Oxford:
[mumbling]
The tsar needs to stay in the war.
Rasputin:
What makes you think he won't?
Duke of Oxford:
I'm told he's being influenced.
Rasputin:
Good! Now we are getting somewhere. So, if you really want your leg fixed, tell me the truth! Why are you here?
Duke of Oxford:
I'm here...
Rasputin:
Because?
Duke of Oxford:
Because...
Rasputin:
Because?
Duke of Oxford:
Because...
Rasputin:
Because?
Duke of Oxford:
Because I'm going to kill...
[Rasputin suddenly vomits]
Rasputin:
I apologize. Your cake...
[gets up]
Rasputin:
did not agree with me.
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