Good afternoon, Miss Hellsing. I am Doctor Karloff. I am your psychiatrist for the duration of your stay here.
'Sir'.
Excuse me?
My proper title is Sir Hellsing. If this is difficult for you, then 'Ms' will suffice.
I see…Ms Hellsing. You aren't married?
No.
Might I ask why?
It's none of your business.
That's true, but I am your psychiatrist. You don't have to talk to me, but you might find it helps.
Helps with what?
Ms Hellsing, do you know why you are here?
Because my organisation and I have been abandoned by Her Majesty. I have become a scapegoat.
Tell me more about your organisation.
We are a private organisation specialising in the more…obscure aspects of the British Empire. We answer only to God and Her Majesty. But surely you know all of that.
Let's pretend I don't.
We kill vampires. And werewolves. Things that go bump in the night. And we make sure that the unknowing masses remain exactly that: unknowing. But recent events…
You refer to the incident at the tower of London?
Of course. Recent events have made the public aware what is going on around them, and because of this I am to be punished.
So you are telling me that there are monsters in this day and age? Werewolves…vampires…
Of course. But you should know all of this already.
Why do you say that?
You are talking to me. You must have the required security clearance.
Ms Hellsing, where do you think you are?
What do you mean?
Where do you think this room, this space we are sitting in, is located?
I'm not certain…the Tower?
The Tower has been nearly demolished, due to the actions of your organisation.
We did what was necessary to protect the empire.
Ms Hellsing, you are not at the Tower. You are not imprisoned.
Then what do you call this?
The London Hospital for the Mentally Disturbed.
(Silence)
Excuse me?
You are delusional. You have been judged a danger to yourself and others-
-I beg your pardon-
-you are the leader of a terrorist cell that attacked Her Majesty-
-what is going on here-
-and in the process almost destroyed a major historical landmark.
(Silence)
Oh…so that's how it's going to happen.
You are here for your own good.
Of course I am. Doctor, I would like to go back to my cell now. Sorry…I mean room.
You may not leave this room until your allotted hour has passed.
Well, if that's the case…
We can, however, just sit here quietly until the time is up. It's up to you.
Thank you, Doctor. Do you have a cigar? A cigarette?
No.
Damn.