All language subtitles for dracula.2020.s01e01.hdtv.x264-river

Are you hungry, Mr Harker?

No, I'm...

..I'm fine.

Thank you.

Then perhaps we can talk.

I'm Sister Agatha.

Hm. I thought I'd met all the
sisters.

I have been sequestered.

In prayer?

In study, Mr Harker.

Of you.

I've read your account of your most
interesting stay in Transylvania.

It's the truth. All of it.
And what a lot of truth there is.

Sister Angela tells me you wrote all
day and all night for a whole week.

Please...sit with me.

Is the sun a little bright for you?

No.

Good.

It's good, isn't it?

Ah, my dear. Come in.

We are to be observed.

Apparently, I cannot be trusted
alone with a man.

Consider yourself chaperoned.

Mr Harker, I intend no impertinence,
but why are you still alive?

I-I fled.

I was trapped. I escaped.

Escaped, yes.

I fled that place in terror of my
life.

He is a monster.

I-I swear to you...

...he is the Devil himself.

Then why have you stopped?

Stopped what?
Fleeing.

You've been here nearly a month.

I'm safe with you.

Why?

This is a house of God.
A house of God, is it?

That's good. We could do with a man
about the place, eh, Sister?

Two years ago,
a church in this town collapsed.

The roof fell on the congregation,
killed everyone as they prayed,

including the children.

The priest was the only survivor.

Priests are like that.

He said to me afterwards that,
even in moments like these,

he was able to maintain his faith.

I told him he should have
maintained his roof.

Look to your own protection,
Mr Harker.

God doesn't care.

The way you talk...

It's unusual in someone of your
calling.

My calling was a very long time ago.

What's wrong?

You have something in your eye.

Is it gone?

Yes.

Your fiancee, Mina.

You mentioned her a lot
when you first arrived. Mina Murray.

Oh, er... Yes.

I need to contact her.
You must love her very much.

Of course.
Perhaps, in time,

you will let her read this account.

If she wishes, yes.

So, out of kindness,
you have omitted from your writings

anything that would alarm
or disturb her.

Well, I didn't want to...

So now you may tell me

everything that occurred in the time
you spent with the Count at his
castle.

Your dinners. Your conversations.

Your intimate moments.

Your life may depend
on your complete honesty.

Do you understand what I'm asking
you?

I think so.

I'm asking, Mr Harker,

if you had sexual intercourse
with Count Dracula.

Mr Harker?

Mr Harker, please, you must take
this.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.
I couldn't possibly.

You must.

Thank you.
You will need this!

Driver, I'm sorry, but we still seem
to be some distance from the castle.

It's as close as we are going.

The Count will find you here.

How?

He finds people.

He will send his driver.

Yah! Yah! Hey!

My darling Johnny...

..you are to travel to a distant
land,

and I shall miss you very much
every single day.

It seems to me likely that you will
meet some very exciting women

as you travel across Europe to
Transylvania, and I wanted to assure

you that should you fall prey to

temptation, I, as your dutiful
fiancee,

will completely understand.

The certainty of our coming wedding

is all the consolation
a young woman could require.

Well, apart from the very handsome
Dr Homewood,

your friends, Reggie and Barnaby,
who always seem so pleased to see
me,

lovely Edwin from your office,

the butcher's boy, who has filled
out quite deliciously in recent
months,

and should I want for variety,

the adorable barmaid at the Rose and
Crown,

who I know you have also admired.

I feel certain we shall be
mindful of each other at all times

during our separation.

All my love, and I hope all yours,

your adoring Mina.

Actually, Driver, could you help me
with my cases?

Oh.

Charming.

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone at home?

Hello?

I-I'm sorry.

The wine was open. I assumed...

Perhaps I could pour you some,
Count?

I do not drink...

..wine.

I bid you welcome,

Mr Harker.

I am...

..Dracula.

Your employer speaks highly of you,
Mr Harker.

Yes. The property has been purchased
in your name.

Everything is in order.

I need only your signature
on a few documents

and Carfax Abbey will be yours.

I am looking forward to England,
Mr Harker.

Ah...
People here, they are so narrow.

I wither among them.

Um...

They are without...

They are without flavour!

Perhaps you mean character?

Perhaps.

This is good, Mr Harker.

You must correct my English at all
times!

From you, I shall learn to pass
among your countrymen

as one of their own!

Your English is already excellent,
Count.

You flatter me.

I don't! I don't!

However, I'm afraid
I will be leaving here tomorrow.

I-I have to return to England
immediately.

No.

Sorry?

Your apology is unnecessary.

You are staying!

It has already been agreed.

With...with whom?

Your superiors.

You will remain with me for one
month,

and assist me with my English

and my understanding of your
culture.

Count, I-I...

Do not...

No, please.

Do not look so concerned, Mr Harker.

You are most welcome.

C-Count... Count Dracula, I'm a
lawyer.

I-I'm not a teacher.

There will be no need to teach.

Simply remain at my side and I
shall...

..absorb you. Hm?

That word - absorb.

He said that?

Yes.

Absorb.

Please pay close attention.

You will not find my home
easy to navigate.

It is a rising labyrinth
of stairs and doors and shadows.

Yes. It's quite remarkable.

One would almost need a map.

There is no map of my castle.

No complete design
was ever committed to paper.

It is said many souls are lost
in the tangle of the corridors.

Reserata carcerem.

The prison...without locks.

Perhaps you have heard of the
architect?

Petruvio the Widower?

No.

This castle was the Widower's final
work.

A monument to his lost love

and the sunlight
to which he could never return.

Legend has it that he died here...

..in the arms of his wife.

If he was a widower,
surely she died before him?

It must have been a cold embrace.

Do not be impatient
with those sweet little things.

They are man's companion
to the end and beyond.

Where there is flesh, there are
flies.

In the morning, you will find the
sunlight will be streaming

through this window.

Fortunately, the drapes are very
thick.

Please excuse the absence of my
staff.

They are not here at night.

Forgive me.

I-I am clumsy.

Of course, Count.

Th-though perhaps you could lend me
a replacement.

I am afraid
I do not possess such a thing.

You don't have any mirrors?

SIGHS: Baubles of vanity.

What is the purpose of a mirror?

Hm?

One will find no enlightenment
in one's own gaze.

Are you all right, Mr Harker?

Oh, I'm fine. It's, er... It's a
scratch.

Please be careful.

We cannot return you in any way
damaged to your beautiful Mina.

It's nothing. It's ju...

Did I mention Mina?

I think you spoke of her beauty at
dinner.

Oh, um...

I don't recall that.

Perhaps it was the wine.

No, I barely drank.

My sympathies.

Please attend to your hand.

It's really fine. It's... It's
nothing.

Blood is not nothing!

Blood...is lives.

Lives?

You are quite certain
he did not say "blood is life"?

He said "blood is lives"?
He...he did.

Yes.

It struck me as odd.

But there were other oddnesses
that preoccupied you?

How could he know my thoughts?

I never mentioned Mina at dinner.

I'm certain of it.

A dog can sniff stories
on the slightest breeze,

while we are blind in the wind.

He could smell my thoughts in the
air?

No, Mr Harker.
That would be ridiculous.

But perhaps in your blood.

Perhaps stories flow in our veins,

if you know how to read them.

Blood is lives...

You will not see me till tomorrow
evening.

I have...several appointments.

Till then, please treat my home
as your own.

I bid you goodnight.
Good n...

Is someone...? Agh!

Hello?

Hello?

So there was another guest in the
castle?

Perhaps also a prisoner?

I didn't realise
I was a prisoner, at the time.

That night, then?

I slept.

You dreamed.

I woke early.

No, wait. Wait. You dreamed.

After a day of such incident and
colour, how could you not?

Was it Mina you dreamed of?

You longed for her.

One longs for the solace of home.

One longs, certainly.

Tell me more about your dream.

It is private.

Your ache for her.
You were together in your dream.

I-I don't...

This is not...

There is no shame in it.

Dreams are a haven
where we sin without consequence.

Believe me, I know.

Some mornings, I can hardly look
Sister Rosa in the face.

What you asked before,

if I'd...

If you'd ever had sexual intercourse
with Count Dracula.

Mm.

Why did you ask that?

Clearly, you have been
contaminated with something.

Any contact you've had with
Count Dracula,

sexual or otherwise,
is therefore relevant.

Continue.

"Help us."

So it struck you
as strange, of course.

Well, clearly, there was someone
trapped in the castle.

No. No. The writing. "Help us."

It was upside down.

Well, yes, of course, because
whoever wrote it was obliged to hang
that way.

But even that extraordinary physical
feat is surely not the point of
interest.

Then what is?

What is remarkable, Mr Harker,

what is convenient,

is that the words were in English.

Oh...

I didn't think of that.

Of course not.

You are an English...man -

a combination of presumptions
beyond compare.

Proceed.

Well, I knew I had the day to
myself,

so I determined to find
the room above mine

and see if anyone required my
assistance.

Tell me, how did you feel?

Different. Older.

But very curious.

At least I knew I was not alone.

The Count hadn't been exaggerating
about his castle.

Hello?

Whatever way I turned,
it never took me where I expected.

Every door I opened, led to two more

a-and then three.

Every step I took,
I made the wrong choice.

I was lost in the architect's
labyrinth.

Agh!

Ahh!

I wasted most of the day...

...until I found myself
too tired to go on.

Hmm?
Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.

I think you've been working too
hard.

Mm... Count...

Please - relax.

Have a glass of wine.

Your voice... You sound different.

I've been working on my English.

Ah...
Do you approve?

It's almost perfect.

The credit is all yours.

Your presence has invigorated me.

Fresh blood.

Help us.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Excuse me?

Please! I-I intend you no harm.

However fleeting the sight, surely
this was proof that I wasn't going
mad?

Count Dracula.

Are we alone in this castle?

Yes.

Except for the servants, of course.

I never see any servants.

They aren't here at night.

I don't see them in the
daytime...either.

In fact, apart from the driver...

...I haven't seen anyone
working here at all.

Ah, yes.

The driver.

What I'm asking is,
aside from yourself...

..is there anyone living in this
castle?

No.

Jonathan...

...there's no-one living here.

So after sundown each day,
Dracula appeared stronger and younger...

..while the opposite was true for
you.

Did you understand
what was happening to you?

No. Not then.

I thought I was sick. Just...sick.

Turn your head to the side.

Why?

Show me.

You have been very strong,
Mr Harker.

In your circumstances, I don't think
I could have been half so brave.

I wasn't brave.

In what way was I brave?
You were trapped in that place,

you were afraid, and yet you spent
your days searching the castle

because you thought
someone needed your help.

Well, my help had been requested.
It...

It would have been difficult
to refuse that.

Difficult?

Unacceptable.

So your search continued.

Tell us.

My every exploration led me deeper
and deeper into the labyrinth.

Eventually, I made a remarkable
discovery.

What had become of these people?

Were they my predecessors?

Omoara ma!

Omoara ma...

Omoara ma...

Omoara ma!

Omoara ma!

Omoara ma!

It's all I remember.

I fear I may have passed out.

Quite understandable.

"Omoara ma."

Do you know what that is?

It sounded like a curse.

It's Romanian.

It means "kill me".

They looked dead already.

Dead and walking.

Undead.

Tell me.

There is a contagion,

a corruption, passing through this
world from one sufferer to the next.

For those unfortunate to fall victim
to it, life becomes incurable.

They lose the divine ability to die.

As their bodies rot,

their consciousness persists.

Even as dust, their pain goes on.

It is a secret every gravedigger
keeps.

There are those among us

destined to scratch at our coffin
lids for all eternity.

If you work among the dead,
it's not death you fear.

It's the alternative.

Is there any salvation for such
creatures?

I don't know.
Have faith!

Faith is a sleeping draught
for children and simpletons.

What we must have is a plan.

Dracula's one of them, isn't he?

Undead?

Undead certainly but, from your
account, I think he is much more
complicated.

Johnny.

There you are.

Thought we'd lost you.
Hmm...

What am I doing here?

I found you downstairs,
asleep on the floor.

I could be wrong, but I think you
were having a nightmare.

You do look rather pale.

You said you didn't drink.

Wine.

Now...
..listen.

I need you to do something.

Set yourself down. There you go.

That's the ticket.

Now, take this.

I need you to write three letters.

What was that?

That's nothing.
Sounded like a baby.

LAUGHS: No, no, no.
There's no baby.

Now, Johnny, Johnny...concentrate.

Three letters.

No-one calls me Johnny.

No-one?

No-one.

Company for you while you work.

Who is she?

Don't you recognise her?

Why would I?

I took it from your room. It's Mina.

Your fiancee.

Mina Murray.

How can I not recognise her face?

Well, you do look rather...drained.

You look young.

And I owe it all to you.

Thanks.

Now, it's almost time for you to go.

So, three letters, all to Mina.

The first saying you have nearly
finished your work here

and will be leaving within the week.
The second saying

that you have now completed your
work and will be leaving the
following day.

And the third saying
you have now left the castle

and have arrived safely in...
What shall we say?

...Bistritz, hm?

I will send the letters
at the appropriate times.

I'll forward the last one to
Bistritz so it can be sent from
there.

Wh-why... Why would I...

Why would I do that?

So that Mina will know
that you're coming home.

But why would I write the letters
in advance?

Because the post here is very
erratic.

It's a precaution.

For whom? If...

If something were to happen to me
and those letters had already been
sent...

Then Mina wouldn't think
to come looking for you here.

Do you want her to come here?

That's a baby.

I can hear it crying.
There is no baby!

Write the letters
or don't write the letters.

It's up to you.

I'm only thinking about Mina.

Now, if you don't mind. Things to
do. See you tomorrow evening.

Leave the letters on the table.

The dates! The dates!

The dates for the letters...

How should I date them?

Well, let's see. Er...

The 12th for the first.

For the second, the 19th.

And for the third...

Um...

What shall we say?

29th?

29th?

As good a day as any, Johnny.

Goodnight.

What if I leave?

What if I leave this place right
now?

No-one is stopping you.

I don't have the strength.

No. I know.

It's not your fault, Johnny.
You mustn't blame yourself.

Agh!

Please...

Please, please!

The baby!

Johnny, there is no
baby.

I knew in that moment that I had a
choice.

I'd been told the span of my life,

the limit of my existence - the
29th.

Now, I could stay here, dying piece
by piece, till I found myself

nailed into one of those boxes.

Or...?

Or I could kill Count Dracula.

Not an easy task in the
circumstances.

No, but I had certain advantages.

I should be fascinated to know
what they were.

I was enfeebled and trapped...

Well, indeed.

..so Dracula did not consider me
a threat.

That's true, yes.

But, on the negative side,
you were enfeebled and trapped.

I had a potential ally.

One who could climb the castle
walls.

One you couldn't even find?

That was because I was
looking for the wrong thing.

I should have been looking for a
map.

Of the castle? But there wasn't one.

That's what Dracula believed.

But, in telling me that,
he'd also told me where to find it.

What did he say?

I told you.

I missed it.

You did.

Then you're much quicker than me.

I'm not quick.
I've always been slow.

But the thing is, when you're slow,
you know you need to pay attention.

It's the clever ones who never
listen.

You've read all this.

Already. In my account.

It's vague in certain crucial
regards.

Continue, please.

It occurred to me that night

that Dracula said more than he
intended.

And more than he knew.

As he was a creature of the night,

I had to wait until morning
to test my theory.

The Count said there was no map,
but Petruvio was an artist,

and artists always wish to be
understood.

The castle was a monument
to the architect's lost love

and the sunlight
to which he would never return.

And what else is sunlight...

..but the face of one's beloved?

The path to the sunlight.

It was clear from the castle maps

that Petruvio had created
within his design

a system of short cuts through the
maze.

Hidden passages, possibly unknown

even to Dracula himself.

How many times had I looked
at that picture and not seen it?

Petruvio's wife was the sunlight...

..and he stood guard at the door.

He doesn't know I can get out of the
box. Don't tell him.

I won't.

Are you his friend now?

No. I, er...

I-I...

..I work for him.

I'm a lawyer.

From England.

I think he's made you his friend.

Why?

What's England?

It's where I'm from.

You know it.

You're...speaking English.

I learnt it.

How?
It tasted fun.

Tasted?

Once you are the Count's friend,
all languages are the same.

I'm hungry.

Was it you at the window?

You left the message?

I smelt you.

You're trapped here.

You're trapped too.
I want to help you.

Tell him I'm hungry!

He only gives me scraps.

Tiny little things.

Tell him I finished the last one.

I finished it really quickly.

I'm hungry!
Agh!

Look at it!
Look at it!

It is the sign of the cross.

The symbol of our Lord.

I know.

It's pretty.

You assumed, I suppose,
that the cross would ward off evil.

Why are you smiling?

Your faith. I think it's touching.

What happened to yours?

I have looked for God everywhere
in this world and never found him.

Then why are you here?

Like many women of my age,
I'm trapped in a loveless marriage,

maintaining appearances
for the sake of a roof over my head.

Now then, we proceed to your
miraculous escape from
Castle Dracula,

about which you have been so vague.

Somebody! Please, help!

Johnny, this is interesting.

I've never seen it work
with a baby before. Never.

I think I might keep it on for a
while.

I hope this doesn't mean
that I'm getting sentimental.

Why did you kill her?
Who?

Oh. Um...

Because I wanted to see if she would
die, I suppose.

Johnny, don't give me that look.
You were a child once.

You know the feeling.

Didn't you break your toys apart
to see how they worked?

You're a monster.
And you're a lawyer.

Nobody's perfect.

Ah, a stake through the heart.

You see,
sometimes the legends are right.

This is not one you can test too
often, though.

I only ever have three brides at a
time.

"Brides"?

Brides, yes. I think that's the
right word for it.

You see, um...

..I am trying to reproduce...

..which, frankly, can be a bit of a
challenge when there is only one of
you.

Agh!

Oh, Johnny.
You're just about done, aren't you?

She was a thirsty little thing,

and to think that she was going to
keep you in that box all to herself!

Are you going to kill me?

Of course I'm going to kill you.

Why does death always come
as such a shock to mortals?

You took everything from me.
Of course I did.

You are the high road
that leads me to England.

HARKER: Why? Why England?

Ah.

The people.

All those sophisticated
and intelligent people.

As I've been trying to tell
everyone for centuries,

you are what you eat.

Now...

...if you don't mind, I need you
to do one last thing for me.

I haven't seen her in hundreds of
years.

Describe her to me.

WEAKLY: Who?

I've had artists paint her,

and poets capture her in words,

and Mozart wrote
such a pretty little tune, I-I...

..I really
should have spared him, but...

..what does a lawyer see?

Johnny, in my memory,

she sets behind the second-highest
peak at this time of year, and she's
quite red.

Is she red, Johnny?

Look for yourself.

But that will burn me to dust.

Good.

Fair enough.

Absolutely fair enough.

Will you put me in a box?

Keep your eyes on the sun, Johnny.

It'll be the last time you see her.

There is a box waiting for you,
in case you walk, yes,

but most people I feed off just die.

So you'll probably be fine.

Don't you see?
An end is a blessing.

Dying gives you size.

It's the mountaintop from which
your whole life is at last visible.

From beginning to end.

Death completes you.

Spare me.

How?

Answer me. Johnny, how?

How do I spare you?

How indeed, Mr Harker?

Mr Harker?

Mr Harker...

..you were about to explain
how you escaped from the castle.

Yes.

Y-you've read my account.

Yes.

Perhaps it will help
to refresh your memory.

"Dracula will be served."

What is this?

"Dracula is my master.
Dracula will be obeyed. Dra...

"Dracula is the beginning and the
end.

"Dracula is all things. Dracula is
God." What?

I-I didn't write this.

When you were first brought here,
you asked for a pen and paper.

You were up all day and all night,
and this is what you wrote.

No, no, no, no, no.
I-I thought I'd...

You thought you'd written an account
of your stay at Castle Dracula.

The only account you've given is
the account you're giving right now.

It's time to finish your story.

Johnny, how?
How do I spare you?

How?

Let me go.

You know why I'm going to England.

You know that I'm going to kill
people.

A lot of them. As many as I need.
And perhaps even more.

But...

..I won't...

You won't what?

Oh, you won't tell anyone about me?
Or try to stop me?

You'll just let me slaughter all

those innocents, no questions asked?

Some lawyer you turned out to be,
Johnny!

I promise.

I...I swe...

I...I swear.

I... I...

I swear.

All right, then.

Do that.

What?

Swear.

I'm going to England to destroy
everything and everyone you love,

but if you give me your word
that you won't try to stop me...

..I'll spare you.

It's a trick.

Give me your word.

No...
You're going to kill me anyway.

Look me in the eye and give me your
word.

Count Dracula...

..I give you my word.

If you let me out of this place...

..if you let me live...

..then I...

..then I will do everything in my
power to stop you.

Quite right.

That's my Johnny.

Welcome to the mountaintop.

I'm not breathing.

Sometimes you do,
but I think it's mostly habit.

You have no heartbeat, either.

I'm dead.

Undead.

But apparently, not yet a vampire.

One must cling on to any good news
that there is.

I do not serve Dracula.

No, but he's in your mind.

The question is,
why are you not in one of his boxes?

I don't know.

It's not something
one ever anticipates asking,

but what happened AFTER you were
murdered?

Oh, my goodness, that was quick.

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny...

Usually, people have a lie-down
first.

You're going to be a lively one,
aren't you?

You came back so quickly.
That was impressive.

You even have the beginnings
of a will of your own.

None of the others have much
beyond hunger, but look at you go!

Well, don't you see?
This changes everything.

Stay. Stay!

You could be my finest bride.

The others just became beasts,
but you've kept your spirit.

Johnny, you're like me.

I am not like you!

That's everything. That's...

That's all I remember.

But why did he scream?
What did you do?

Nothing, I did nothing. I...

I looked at him, and the next thing
I remember was that I was here.

Oh, yes, yes, never mind that.

We know what happened next.
No, I...

I don't... I don't remember.

The river bore you out to sea, and
the fishermen found you, caught in
their net.

A drowned man walking and talking
arouses a certain amount of
curiosity,

and you were brought to me,

babbling of a girl called Mina
whose face you had forgotten

and an evil count
who had stolen your soul.

Why was I brought to you?

I am known to have some expertise in
the realm of witchcraft and the
occult.

You're a nun!

We can discuss my imperfectly
suppressed

fascination with everything dark and
evil another time.

For now, we will focus
on why Dracula screamed.

You were facing the sun!

Yes.

I have sought to find God all my
life,

and never found a sign of him
anywhere.

Why now? Why you? Why him?

I don't understand.

Then, think!

Count Dracula fears the cross.

He fears the symbol of our Lord.

The girl didn't. Never mind the
girl. She was nothing.

Dracula, prince among vampires,
fears the cross.

Do you understand what that means?

No. Tell me.

God is real.

God is real, and I've found him at
last.

You have found the Devil.
If it takes the Devil

to bring me to my Lord, then I say,
"Bring on the Devil!"

I don't!

And why not?

God saved you for a reason,
don't you think?

I'm not saved!

I'm nothing.

Would Mina think that?

If she could see me, yes, she would.

Look at me.

I can't even remember her face.

Yes. I think you have proven that
to our satisfaction.

Mr Harker, I apologise for the
deception.

It was necessary she heard the story
from your own lips.

You may have forgotten
your fiancee's face...

..but I have not lost you yet.

Hello, Johnny.

Your eyes are still blue, at least.

Having established your identity, it
was not difficult to trace you back
to England

and find your worried fiancee.

I have a detective acquaintance in
London.

Mina?

Did you really think,
even in your darkest moment...

..that I wouldn't come for you?

Did you think it was even possible
that I could abandon the man I love?

I am no longer that man.

Dearest one.

We are to be married.

So let me be plain.

Who you are will always be my
decision. Yes...

Dracula is here!

How exciting!

Look after Mina.

Mina?

Take it, please.

Why?

Because you're bleeding.

And I can't stand it.

Take it!

Mother Superior, on no account

invite that creature in.

That is not a temptation
with which I was struggling.

What is happening? What is this?

We are under attack
from the forces of darkness.

Why would the forces of darkness
wish to attack a convent?

Perhaps they are sensitive to
criticism.

I know who you are.

I've studied the legends. I am fully
aware that I am addressing
Count Dracula.

The bats are a little noisy.
Would you mind?

Listen to me.

You are Jonathan Harker.

You would never harm me.

I know I am safe with you.

It's me.

Look at me.

See me.

My blue-eyed Johnny.

No, Johnny...

Don't.

Oh, please, don't.

You don't need to do that.

I know you don't.

Johnny!

The sun is down.
You don't need to hide any more.

Or are you too afraid
to step from the shadows?

Let me...

Johnny...
Let me.

Please...
Johnny!

No...

I'm sorry.

Somebody help!

Please!

This is devilry.

It's worse than that.

It is the Devil.

I don't know about you girls...

...but I do love a bit of fur.

Suffer unto me.

I'm not sure

what legends you've been reading,
but bells don't have any effect on
me.

This one will.

Ooh!

Sister Agatha, have you been up
to one of your secret projects
again?

You'd better hope so.
This is exciting.

This'll be the most nuns I've had
in one sitting.

Sisters, present arms.

I see my arrival was anticipated.
I was aware of the possibility.

Sister Agatha, what have you
brought down upon us?

Cooee!

Hello!

Hello, ladies.

I don't want to worry you,

but the army of the faithful
can't seem to look me in the eye.

You're naked, and they're nuns.

It isn't your eye they're not
looking at.

Well, isn't anyone going to invite
me in?

I've come a long way to see you.
Certainly not.

Sister Rosa, the key!

You can't be serious.

I'm more than serious.
I'm completely confident.

How did you know that I was coming?

There's a man here you consider
to be your property.

My bride.
He's what drew you here, I think.

A bee can always find nectar.

And a trap always needs honey.

I don't think this is a trap.

Well, it wouldn't be a very good
trap if you did.

Thank you, Sister.

Count Dracula,
please attend my words with care.

This is St Mary's Convent of
Budapest,

and you are not welcome here.

You are most specifically not
invited in.

So it's true, then.

That's interesting.
- What is?

A vampire may not enter any abode
unless invited in.

I wasn't sure about that one.
A vampire?

You unlocked the gate
and you weren't sure?

A vampire?!

Oh, the iron wasn't keeping you out.
You could have torn it apart like
matchwood.

I could tear you apart.

Not from out there, you couldn't.

But what's stopping you?

A-a feeling?

A force?

Is it physical or mental?
Why do you need an invitation?

Do you expect me to tell you?
Oh, I don't even expect you to
know.

A beast can follow rules. I don't
expect it to understand them.

I am more than a beast.

In what way?

By your own account, you've been
on this Earth for hundreds of years,

and you can't even walk into a
nunnery?

An ox could do it.

How are you more than a beast?
Do you want me to show you?

Of course.

I'm waiting.

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here a moment.

Come closer.

Look at them.

Look at your sisters.

Armed and ready.

You're not looking.
I don't need to.

One of them - that's all I need.

If just one of your pretty little
army beckons me in...

..I will tear your world to pieces
and I will drink my fill.

Why would they invite you in?

What do you have to offer?

Eternal life.

Well, they have that already.

Thanks.

Starting tonight, because the first

one to invite me in stays at my
side.

The others I will tear apart,

and, ladies...

..I will take my time.

One should never rush a nun.

Your words are not welcome here.

Well, if you find you're not tempted
by my offer,

ask yourself this.

Who is?

Who's weakest?

Who's the most afraid?

Who will break first?

And is there still time for it to be
you?

What's that?

What are you doing?
You wanted to know who's weakest?

I'm showing you.

Oh, go on, help yourself!

There's a dog comes past here most
days.

We often give it scraps.

Go on. You've come so far.

I'm sure you could do with a drink.

Hmm. You see,
I'm not certain I see the appeal.

Each to his own, I suppose.

Do you think...

...provoking me is clever?

Yes. I do.

I want to learn about you.

I want to see the limit
of your capability.

That's the point of this experiment.
You have no conception.

Not the first idea.

Hmm...
Here, boy!

This is contemptible.

You are without shame.
Be careful...

..what you say to me.

Don't speak with your mouth full.

She's earned the right to express
her contempt, you know. We all have.

Each of these women in front of you
has turned her back on earthly
pleasures.

Resisting all forms of temptation,

we have freed ourselves of appetite
and therefore of fear.

That is why you can't bear
the sight of this.

It speaks of a holy virtue
you do not possess.

It is goodness incarnate.

For a moment there,
I thought you were clever.

But no.

No, that's not why I fear the cross.

Goodness has got nothing to do with
it.

So you say, but how can a mere beast
understand its own fear?

No-one will invite you in,
Count Dracula.

They'll just pity you right where
you are.

Who are you?

Finish your scraps. That's all
you'll be getting tonight.

Agatha...

..that's the name, isn't it?

Mother Superior used my name. You
heard her. You'll have to do better
than that.

You're from somewhere else, I think.
Um...

Holland, right?

Well, you can tell as much from my
accent, I think. I bid you
goodnight.

Helsing!

Van Helsing!

What is your interest in me,
Agatha Van Helsing?

Who are you?

Your every nightmare at once.

An educated woman in a crucifix.

He was a brave man.

He must have loved you very much.

What is he?

What is Count Dracula?

In life, he was a prince of
exceptional learning and attainment.

In death, I suppose you could say
he's the best of the vampires.

The best?
The most successful, I mean.

Most are feral, half-mad. They
rarely last long and yet, somehow,

Dracula has found a way to retain
his human form and intellect,

more or less intact,
for hundreds of years.

By drinking blood?

Ah, they all drink blood.

Dracula has learned to do it well...

..I think by choosing his victims
with the greatest of care.

Even in death, he has retained
the discrimination of an aristocrat.

And so he took my Johnny.

Come, the Mother Superior
will want to lead us in prayer.

I don't see the point in
praying.

God is nowhere.

In which case, it is up to us to
stop Count Dracula.

And we will.

Won't we?

Yes.

We will.

Goodbye, Johnny Blue Eyes.

I shan't ever love anyone else, you
know.

Quite right.

Johnny.

Johnny Blue Eyes.

Suicide doesn't work.

Don't you think the undead
have tried that?

Stake through the heart, that's
fine,

but someone else needs to put it
there.

I'm willing to give it a try.

Do you want me to do that?

Do you want me to kill you properly?

All you have to do...

...is invite me in.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: We face danger,
we face evil, which stands at the
gate

of our most holy sanctuary.

God is with us, as we know.

God's love is eternal.

This we know too.

Tonight, in our most deadly hour...

...do we think our God will remember
us?

Will he reach down
and save us from death's shadow?

No.

No, he will not.

Where in our world is God to be
found?

In our prayer?

No.

In our song?

No.

In our suffering, in our endurance?

No.

Faith is not a transaction.

You do not barter with the infinite.

You align with it.

So, then, where do we find our God?

Sisters, I will tell you.

When you stand in the deepest pit,

alone, without hope or help,

and yet still know right from
wrong...

When there is only darkness and
despair...

..and yet you feel humming in your
blood,

the difference between good and
bad...

When you are beyond rescue or reward
or judgment...

..and you still look evil in the
face and say, "No!

"This far but no further.

"No!"

Whose voice is that
who is with you in that darkness?

Whose voice keeps you to the path?

Darkness and evil
may seem compelling to us all,

and I believe it is because,
in their presence,

we can feel God in our hearts.

No, he will not reach down to save
us.

We will rise to meet him.

Let us pray.

She was clearing her throat.

I think it's fine now.

Oh, ladies, who's next? Boo!

It's just that I have a very hard
time deciding who's going to be...

Here's an idea.

Catch!

This will be the safest spot.

What is this place?
My workshop.

Here.

Here. Where the sunlight hits.

It's night-time.
In the morning.

In the morning.

It's not morning for hours!
I know.

Who's got it?

Who's caught it?

Ah, we have a winner!

What's that?

Jesus.

Jesus?

Bread.

Sacramental bread.

Oh, of course.

Nuns.

You have those things,
which work, actually,

even though you will never...

..guess why.

So I suppose
I'll just have to control myself.

But, between you and me,

controlling wolves
is just so much more fun.

It's a question of who you'd rather
have tear you apart, I suppose.

You have a choice, of course.

I'm undead. I'm not unreasonable.

Oh! Oh! Oh, that must have hurt!

It's all right. The screaming has
stopped.

..I don't know how you could bear
to listen to that.

I brought it on them.
Listening was my punishment.

Dracula's going to find us, isn't
he?

Of course.

How is bread going to keep him out?

Sacramental bread.

But how?
I don't know.

None of the vampire legends make
sense,

and yet somehow
they are proving to be true.

He can't enter a home
without being invited. Why not?

The light of the day
would burn him to death. Why?

He's terrified of the cross,
and yet he's no believer.

Somehow, these facts
are all the same fact.

There's one thing
that Dracula fears above all

and, to destroy him...

...we must discover it.

He got into the convent.
How did he get in here?

Well, clearly, there was an
invitation.

Then someone invited him.

Shh.

Mina?

I-I thought you...you were...

I saw you dead.

I couldn't stop him, Mina.

I let him inside.

He's inside.

We know, Johnny.

He killed everyone.

Do not cross that line.

You can't come any closer.

Let him in.
We cannot trust him.

He is strong, stronger than you
think, and if I'm with him...

No-one is strong enough.

No-one! Please!

We can't just leave him out there.
Do not invite him in!

No!

Come here, Johnny.

Come to me.

I am inviting you to be with us.

You don't know what you're doing!

He let Dracula in - he will do it
again!

You won't, will you, Johnny?

Cos I'm here with you.

And I will give you strength.

The two of us, together,
we can be stronger than...

Johnny, your eyes...

He's inside.

Why aren't your eyes blue any more?

They're not my eyes.

Hello.

I've been dying to meet you.