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Dracula (1979)

[Speaking Rumanian]

Here! Here!

Overboard!
Throw overboard!

Hurry up!

It is stuck!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

* Onward Christian soldiers *
Get back! Get back!

* Marching on to war *
They're crazy!

Swales, for God's sake,
give these poor wretches...

some laudanum to calm
their shattered nerves.

They won't take nothin',
Dr. Seward.

- Give them something!
- I can't do anything. Come on.

Dr. Seward!
Where's Miss Lucy?

Where's Miss Lucy to
help with my baby?

Mrs. Galloway, where
is my daughter?

Miss Lucy's in the house looking
after that friend of hers.

Fine time to abandon us.
Swales, I'm coming down.

- Swales, I'm... I'm coming down.
- All quiet, sir!

"But anyway, you needn't worry.
As soon as you finish law school,
I'm sure our firm...

- will hire you in a second."
- Hey!

"You will make a beautiful
addition to the firm of...

Snodgrass, Shilling
and Wallop."

Oh! Oh, Lord!
Quick!

Oh!
Is it all right?

Yes, yes.

You're so much braver than I am,
taking on all those men.

But don't you think we ought
to have some say on things?

- After all...
- We are not chattels.

- I know we're not.
- Miss Lucy...

- Your father says he needs you
in the wards right away.
- Yes, I'm coming.

- Do you have to go now, Lucy?
- Yes. Into bed with you.

- Here we go.
- Thank you.

Now, remember, Mina, if you
don't rest, you'll be stuck
in this bedroom all winter.

You're right. You go down. I'll be fine.
Good night.

Good night.

Lucy, we've got
our work cut out.

I'm sorry, Papa, Mina isn't
feeling at all well tonight.

I know she's our friend, but, really,
Mina's never feeling very well.

That's not fair. We invited her
here for her health, and we
have to look after her.

Oh, Annie, don't worry.
I'll take him.

Let me take him, darling.
There we are.

Oh, it can't be as bad as that.

- Bells!
- What? Bells?

- Hollow bells! Listen!
- Sunken bells.

Sunken bells.
Are you mad, Swales?

It's just the church bells to
warn the ships, that's all.

Right again. Little bit more.

Come on, you two. Get your
hands out of your pockets.

No, no, no!

Keep them bits
of timber separate.

Tell them women to get out of
the way if they're not helpin'.

It's freezin', isn't it?
It's freezin!

- Come on, my son. Grab hold.
- It'll give our mum some
tidy frocks, won't it, Dad?

Hey, watch that boom!
It'll knock your bloody head off.

Not likely.
The thing about these wrecks...

Hey! What is that?

Look at that contraption.

There's beds and stuff.

Good morning, sir.

- Fancy.
- That he is! Fancy.

- No one allowed on board.
- I've got business.

- What sort of business?
- I'm a solicitor, Jonathan Harker,

- and I've been on the road
all night from London.
- Jonathan!

- It's all right. Let him pass.
- Right. Carry on.

What the devil
are you doing here?

Our firm was telegraphed yesterday that
this ship had been sighted a week early.

Oh, God.

The man we represented in the purchase
of Carfax Abbey, Count Dracula...

- Count Dracula, of course!
I almost forgot.
- Is he safe?

- Who?
- Dracula.

Oh, yes.
He's the only one who is.

Young Mina found him on the beach last
night, and we took him to Carfax.

As for the rest of the crew...

Look.

What happened?

We don't know. Maybe the
ship's log will tell us.

All right, swing
'em across, Harry.

Excuse me. Is all this
cargo the count's?

There's more down below, but the
rest broke up on them rocks.

- Filled up with some kind of dirt.
- Dirt? What for?

Whichever it is,
I'll take it.

You can't do that, Renfield. The
count's not here to sign for them.

They stay here
'til he comes around himself!

I'm sorry, but the rights of the
ship owner are already sacrificed...

since the tiller of this
vessel is held in a dead hand.

Where's the rest of Dracula's baggage?
I'd like to inspect that as well.

- Come this way.
- Harker, you sold me house
right out from under me,

and you sold that poor count
a right bill of goods with your
fancy silver tongue.

I've half a mind to tell
Dracula he been took good.

I wonder if I could impose upon you
to ask the count when he rises...

if he would join us for
dinner at Billerbeck Hall.

- What, at the looney bin?
- At my home, Mr. Renfield. Come.

I'll give him the message, but I
don't think he'll be in the mood
for any fancy socializin'.

Go back. Go back
a little bit more.

Good morning, ma'am.

Jonathan!

Thank God you're here!
We've had the most...

There, there! That's enough of that.
Save that 'til after you're married.

- I can't tell you how
dreadful it's been.
- Slow down, Lucy.

Slow down. I had to come
to meet your new neighbor.

It was terrifying. Mina found
him washed up on the beach.
It's a miracle he's not dead.

- You look lovely.
- I look dreadful. I haven't
been to bed all night.

Now for the stairs.

This is the last one.

And lucky for you 'cause
I'm not a bloody machine.

Pushed along by the
storm, no doubt.

No storm could have caused
that captain's throat wound.

- I've never seen anything so ghastly!
- Oh, please. Not before dinner.

- Sorry.
- And, Dr. Seward, that wolf
or dog or whatever it was...

Oh, a dog, I'm sure.

Probably the ship's mascot.

Early this morning that big dog
belonging to the dustman
were found dead as a doornail.

Had its throat torn away.

- Tore away?
- Aye. By some savage claw they say.

Count Dracula.

Good evening.

Miss Seward.
Good evening, Count.

Dr. Seward.
Miss Van Helsing!

My savior.

I trust you're
feeling improved.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

I don't think she
looks well at all.

Well, perhaps a trifle pale.

Count Dracula, we
haven't actually met.

- Uh, this is...
- Yes, Jonathan Harker,
my new English solicitor.

- I have enjoyed our correspondence.
- And I, too, I must say.

I must thank you for finding me an
extraordinary house here in Whitby.

It's a pleasure.

I'm sorry, but I don't
see how anyone,

except possibly Milo Renfield, could
spend even a day at Carfax Abbey.

A house, Miss Seward, cannot
be made habitable in a day.

And after all, how few days go
to make up a century.

Sorry, I don't understand.

I'm of an old family. To live in a new
house would be impossible for me.

I got dinner hot,

if anybody cares.

I care, Mr. Swales.
Come on, Lucy.

Come along, Count. Food.

Miss Van Helsing.

It is difficult for me
to express precisely,

but there seemed to be a doom over the
ship from the moment we left Varna.

- Count, uh, some wine...
- No, thank you, Doctor.

I never drink wine.

Before you arrived, we were
looking at the ship's log.

- It wasn't lost at sea?
- No.

The very last entry
was a strange word:

A word that Mina thought
meant "undead."

- Undead?
- Yes, uh, Nosferatu.

- Ah! It means not dead.
- You were right.

No, with your permission and all
due respect to Miss Van Helsing...

Yes, I'm quite finished, thank you...
there is a distinction:

The words not dead...

- Damn!
- Carry the simple meaning...

Agh!

Dead, undead. I don't care.
They all frighten me.

Oh, I love to be frightened.

Do you?

This is written in an
obscure regional dialect.

The captain was a Magyar;
I am Szekler. Unfortunately
I can't translate it for you.

Magyar.
Szekler.

I had no idea, Count, that
your country was so complex.

Oh, yes, Doctor.
It's very, very complex.

- More coffee?
- Mmm.

So, you've come to England,
Count, to settle down?

To settle down?
No, hardly that.

I've come to wander through the
crowded streets of London...

or to be here in the midst of
the whirl and rush of humanity.

To share its life,
its change, its death.

You, uh... You have a great lust
for life, Count.

How well you phrase it.

Miss Van Helsing!

Oh!

I'm all right.
I'm just dizzy.

- Swales, get the laudanum.
- No! No drugs.

You must not pollute her blood.
Put her here on the couch.

Mmm. Oh.

Forgive me, Doctor. You see, in my
country we are a simpler people.

The strain of the last day has been
too much for you, Miss Van Helsing.

And I am the cause, I fear.

No, no. It's just... It's
just this pain in my head.

- It runs down here into my neck.
- I can remove this pain.

- So can I. Swales, get my...
- No. Such pains yield
readily to suggestion.

If you mean hypnotism, she'd
be better off having the pain.

- Why?
- I suspect Mr. Harker...

thinks of some
ugly waving of arms.

That is not my method.

Look at me.

When I will you to do a
thing, it shall be done.

Hear and obey.

From now on,
you have no pain.

- And no will of her own either.
- Lucy!

I admire your candor,
Miss Seward.

Precisely the sort of stimulating
encounter I'd hoped to find
here in England.

- Indeed.
- Yes, indeed.

I despise women
with no life in them.

No blood.

When you awake,
you will remember nothing.

Good Lord!
Was it something that I said?

Now, Mr. Harker, come.
We must talk seriously.

- I want to sign the deed
to my new home here in England.
- Of course.

Tonight?
I won't hear of it.

This was meant to be a party
to welcome our new neighbor.

Come, Count.

Come and dance with me.

- But I hardly know...
- It doesn't matter. I'll teach you.

I meant...

I hardly know you.

Nonsense.

Jonathan?

Jonathan.

Boo!

- Oh, my God, Jonathan!
Don't ever do that!
- Shh, shh, shh!

I thought you loved
to be frightened.

I think I should go back
to bed, Mr. Harker.

Mr. Harker, is it? Looks like
I'm not gonna be good enough
for the likes of you anymore.

Hobnobbing with
royalty now, are we?

Really, Jonathan. You pretend
to be so utterly modern.

- We were just dancing.
- Just dancing!

That's a right amazing
way of putting it.

Do you know, Jonathan,
that if you go on being cross,

you're going to sprout
the most enormous wart...

right on the end
of your nose.

It's nothing.

It's just a dog.

Bloody hell, that hurts.

Me bloody head.

Pump.

Ah!

Oh!

Here we go.

Here we go.

Nice and fat and juicy.

Good evening.

It will not open.
You have nothing to fear.

I'm accustomed to barring my home.
There are wolves in Transylvania.

- Not here there ain't!
- You must have patience with me.

You must try to understand me.

I can reward you
with a long and fruitful life,

but I must have your loyalty.

Can you give that?

Then come.

I been bit by a bat.

Yes, I see.

Good morning, Dad. We got back.
Good morning, Burt.

Morning, Billy lad.
Tally ho.

Come now! Mind yourself!
Mind what you're doing!

What is it? Mina, what's wrong?
What is it?

The moonlight...
The flapping...

Papa! Papa, come quickly!

Darling, try and tell me
what's wrong.

- I... I...
- What is it?

Papa, come quickly!

- Papa, help her!
- What's wrong with her?

- She can't breathe.
- My... My... My...

My throat pains me so.

- I can't get any air!
- There's plenty. Take a deep breath.

- What happened?
- I don't know. Asphyxiation.

- Just breathe in, darling. Just breathe.
- Mina, breathe.

- Try!
- Breathe. Breathe.

- Mina, breathe! Breathe! Breathe!
- Try, darling.

- Breathe, breathe, breathe!
- I can't breathe!
- Oh, Papa, stop it!

- Breathe!
- Oh, Father, be careful!

- Mina, Mina.
- Oh, Papa.

Breathe, breathe.

- Try, darling.
- Breathe.

Breathe.

Oh, my God, Papa.
She's dead.

Look at her throat!

Two punctures.

Not very large, but
not wholesome.

Not wholesome, Papa!
What are you talking about?

Jonathan, get her out of here.
Jonathan, please.

Twelve Van Briggle Strasse.
Amsterdam.

Yes. Professor
Abraham Van Helsing.

Now, read the whole thing
back to me like a good girl.

Nothing for me,
thank you.

Come on.
You need your strength.

I should never
have left her alone.

That's preposterous!
You had no way of knowing.

Mina has died.
No, not lied! Died.

Telegraph or come at once.

Your dear friend in this saddest
of occasions, Jack Seward. Yes.

Well, I do hope the professor gets it.
The poor, poor man.

Poor Mina. Do you think
it was her heart, Doctor?

Or that pain in her head?

I don't know. It's so long since
I've practiced real medicine.

- What do you think killed her?
- Killed her? That's an odd word.

Yet there was no sign
of disease.

- What about those marks on her neck?
- Marks on her neck.

Hmm. Perhaps she injured
herself fastening her shawl.

Oh, Father!
Don't be absurd.

You saw those wounds!

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone at home?

Hello?

Count Dracula!

You needn't shout,
Mr. Harker.

You frightened me.

I'm sorry.

I had a key.
I had to let myself in.

I wonder where Renfield can be?

I don't know.

- I knocked, but...
- Yes, well, the man is worthless.

It doesn't matter. At any
rate, you are here. Come up.

Thank you.

- Hello.
- Good evening.

- I'm sorry to hear
of Miss Van Helsing's death.
- You know already?

Yes. News of death
travels fast.

She was very ill.

- I could tell last night
when I looked into her eyes.
- Yes, she'd been frail all her life.

Oh, your key. I only had it
to inspect the property.

Yes, of course. Have you
brought the original deed?

Here.

If you'd like to
sign at the bottom.

And some customs documents
for your crates.

Now, I didn't know what
to say of their contents.

Soil.
Soil?

Just plain dirt.
Transylvanian earth.

I have a keen interest
in botany.

- Can you drive to London at once
to record the deed?
- No.

Tomorrow I must stay with
Lucy for the funeral.

Oh, yes. Of course.

- She's taking it...
- Not well. She blames herself.

She was with me when
Mina was taken ill.

I see. Then you
and Miss Seward will marry?

Yeah, I suppose so.

- If I can ever persuade her
to settle down long enough.
- Yes.

She is stronger than
most women, isn't she?

Yes, she is.
I must be getting back.

- Mr. Harker, would you deliver
this letter to Dr. Seward?
- Of course.

I should like to offer his
daughter and he the hospitality
of my home after the funeral.

You're welcome, of course, but
you are leaving, are you not?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I want you to help me!

Take me away from
the cursed place.

You've got to help me!
You've got to help me!

You've got to save me!
You've got to save me!

Oh, please! You've got to help me!
Help me get away!

We need to get him
to Mr. Swales.

Come on! Come on!

- Hold the door.
- Let me go! Please.

Get in! Go on!

The stench in here! Don't you
ever clean it out, Swales?

Hold him! Hold him there.

The master's angry. He promised me lives!
Not little ones. Agh!

Flies and spiders. Human lives.

"I am the resurrection and the
life. He that believeth in me,
yea, though he were dead...

"yet shall he live, and whosoever
believeth in me shall never die.

"I know that my redeemer liveth,

"and that I shall rise out
of the earth on the last day...

"and shall be covered again
with my skin...

"and shall see the Lord
in my flesh.

"Behold I show you a mystery.

"When the trumpet shall sound, the
dead shall be raised incorruptible,

"and we shall be changed.

"Then shall be brought to pass that
which says, 'Death, where is thy sting?

"Oh, grave, where
is thy victory?

I don't see why not.

It will do you no good to stay around
here feeling sorry for yourself...

- feeling guilty for no reason.
- You don't understand, Jonathan.

I don't want to feel happy,
to feel silly. Not now.

Then I'll come back
tomorrow night.

You needn't.
I can manage.

Can you?

Jonathan, let's
not part enemies.

We're not enemies.

Lucy.

Oh, Lucy.

Mina's father, uh,
Professor Van Helsing,

is arriving from Paris this evening,
and we shall have to meet him.

I'm afraid we shall be unable
to take advantage of Count
Dracula's invitation to dinner.

- Invitation to dinner?
You didn't tell me...
- Didn't I?

It doesn't matter now. I'll
send word around excusing us.

- No, I'll go!
- Go? I should thought...

As a courtesy.

He's sending a carriage
around at 8:00.

So, if you, uh...

Whitby. Whitby.

This is Whitby station.

This train will call at Scarborough,
Bridlington and Kingston upon Hull.

Ah, porter.

Whitby. Whitby.

There are two portmanteaux
in there.

...will call at Scarborough,
Bridlington and Kingston upon Hull.

Abraham!

Abraham. Ab...

In my own house.

How can I ever...

What happened?

- What in God's name
could have happened?
- I don't know. I don't know.

Jack, you must
explain to me.

I insist.
From the beginning.

- As patiently as you can.
- I am baffled.

Hello.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Count Dracula?

Good evening.

Welcome to Carfax Abbey,
Miss Seward.

Thank you.

I regret Mr. Harker and your
father were unable to join us.

Let me see to your comfort.

Of course you examined her
with great care.

There were no functional causes.
None.

- She'd been nervous,
certainly... sleepwalking...
- Sleepwalking?

Nightmares.
I prescribed laudanum.

What? Laudanum?

For nervous prostration.

But a great loss of blood.

How?

Mina was so young.

So are you.

Tonight I feel
positively ancient.

There are worse things than death.
You must believe me.

If there are, I can't
imagine them.

I have buried many friends,
and I, too, am weary.

I am the last of my kind...

descended from
a conquering race.

My family was its heart's
blood, its brains, its swords.

But the warlike days
are over.

It is not healthy
to live in the past.

No, it isn't.

Jonathan Harker tells me
you speak some Rumanian.

Well, hardly...

- There, you do understand.
- No, I have no idea what you said.

I said it would be nice
to see you smile.

- Then you should be pleased.
- Oh, I am.

But I must warn you
to take care.

Whatever for?

If at any time my company
does not please you,

you will have only
yourself to blame,

for an acquaintance who
seldom forces himself...

but is difficult to be rid of.

Murder!
She's murdered my baby.

- What's going on here?
- Stop her!

Help me!
She's murdered my baby.

My God! No, Annie!

Annie! No!

- No, Annie! Annie!
- Stop her! She killed him!

No, Annie! Please!
Please don't!

What's happening?

Two punctures directly
into the aorta?

She just opened the door
like she had a key!

- She said, could she
have my little Alex.
- No, no, please. Please.

She was as hot as a burning coal,
and her eyes were red like rubies.

And her lips all drawed back
and her breath so foul.

And she had these long
dreadful teeth...

like fangs of a wolf...
like nothing from this earth.

Then she grabbed him
and I grabbed her.

- And the next thing
I remembered, she's kneeling...
- You did not know her?

Yes, I did. I did so.

It was Miss Lucy's friend, Mina,

that we put in the
earth yesterday.

Listen to them.

The children of the night.

What sad music they make.

- Do you think it's sad?
- So lonely. Like weeping.

I think it's a wonderful sound.

I really love the night.
It's so simple.

So deceptive.

So exciting!

You take the dawn for granted.

The warm hot sunlight.

Ah.

- But the night...
- Was made to enjoy.

Yes. Yes, it was.

It was made to enjoy life...

and love.

Look at me. Look.

- You must forgive me.
- What for?

For intruding on your life.

I came of my own accord.

- You should perhaps go.
- No, I'd rather stay.

- It will be light soon.
- Not for hours yet.

I will see you again.

Oh, please.

Abraham?

Ah, Jack.

Will you take some breakfast?

Oh, thank you, Jackie.

A little later, perhaps,
if you please.

Thank you.

Professor,

you should come inside now,
it's getting very cold.

I was just sitting
a while with Mina.

What are these?

Ah! Those tiny flowers
are from the garlic plant.

Whatever for?

Do you believe in
corporeal transference?

- No.
- In materialization?

- No.
- And not in astral bodies?

What is this to do with Mina?

You know the legends
of central Europe...

- of the werewolves and the vampires.
- Vampires?

Creatures who suck the
blood of the living.

- You aren't saying that
Mina was attacked...
- A creature that is dead...

and yet not dead... a thing
that lives after its death...

- by drinking...
- Oh, no!

- It must have blood,
or it dies an agonizing death.
- Please stop!

Miss Lucy!

I...

wonder if I may?

This was to be Mina's...

for her birthday.

She would want you
to have it...

and to wear it always.

Always.

Good evening, Miss Seward.

Good evening.

I am Count Dracula.

Abraham Van Helsing.

Then it is your daughter, sir,
who brings me here.

I have come to pay my respects.

What is that around your neck?

This? It's a gift from
Professor Van Helsing.

How kind.

We were just going inside.
Perhaps you'd like to join us.

No, thank you.

With your permission, sir.

With my blessing.

Do sit down, Professor.
I'll bring you some tea.

Thank you, Miss Lucy.

Abraham, this is nonsense!

This is witchcraft!

This beast can tell us nothing.

There are no such
things as vampires.

There's nothing but the
Lord's own dead out here.

I can't hold him!

Let him go then.

- What if he should break a leg?
- He won't.

Look how alert!
Hmm?

You see, he knows.

He will find out where
lies the vampire...

just as surely as you, Jack Seward,
could palpate a human cancer.

Stop him! Dear God
in heaven, stop him.

Now it is you, my
best beloved one.

You will be flesh of my flesh,

blood of my blood.

You shall cross land or sea...

to do my bidding.

I need your blood.

I need...

Give me a wrenching iron, Jack.

Hold up the cross.

That's not possible.
I saw her put...

Body snatchers!

The mines! They run underneath
the entire town everywhere.

No! Abraham, please!
I-I-I beg of you.

Don't!

Oh! The cross.

The cross!

Mina.

Papa.

Kom met me.
We moeten samen rusten, Papa.

Kom, Papa.

Laat mid. Laat mid.
Mid met rust!

Kom met me mee, Papa.

Mina, no!

Papa.

- Mr. Harker!
- Mrs. Galloway,

I'm sorry, but is Miss Lucy...

Sound asleep. Which is where we should
all be if we had more common sense.

You're right. I'll wait
'til morning to say hello.

Good night.

Lucy.

It's Jonathan.

Lucy.

Lucy, what's the matter?

Lucy!

- Lucy, what is it? Lucy!
- Come, Abraham, we need to get some...

- Lucy!
- Dr. Seward. Jonathan.

Thank God you're back.
Doctor, quickly. Lucy, she's so cold!

Professor.

She has lost a great
deal of blood.

There's scarcely any pulse.

She'll have to be given
a blood transfusion.

Pray to God that one
of us has her type.

Swales! Swales!

Take these and rub them against the
inside of all doors and windows.

Crush them against the glass so that the
fragrance permeates the whole room...

and keeps away all evil and don't
forget the little room in there.

Oh, good God, Professor. Not garlic.
I'm sick to my stomach as it is.

- Are you feeling weak?
- No, it doesn't matter.

She needs more than
your blood, Jonathan.

She doesn't need to breathe
the odor from those plants.

Do not trifle with me. There
is a grim purpose in all I do.

- Just a little bit longer.
- All right.

Oh!

Ah, the devil.

Come.
Not as bad as that.

I did not hear you
come in, Count.

I am often told I have
a light footstep.

I was looking in the mirror.

It reflects the whole room,
and yet I cannot see...

Forgive me, Doctor.
I dislike mirrors.

They are the playthings
of man's vanity.

You are a most unusual
creature, Count Dracula.

Yes.

How is the fair patient?

Her diagnosis presents
difficulties.

I feared it might, my friend.

Would you care to see what
I have prescribed for her?

Anything that you prescribe
for Miss Lucy has the greatest
interest for me.

My prescription is a
most unusual one.

You are a wise man, Professor,

for one who has not lived
even a single lifetime!

- You flatter me.
- But not wise enough
to return to Holland at once,

now that you have learned
what you have learned.

I prefer to remain.

In the past 500
years, Professor,

those who have crossed
my path have all died...

and some not pleasantly.

Come here!

Ah!

Your will is strong.

Then I must come to you.

Sacrilege.

Sacrilege!

Abraham, the color's
returning to Lucy's cheeks.

Professor?

Abraham, what has
happened to you?

Dracula has been here.

- What for?
- He came to kill me.

It is he who is the vampire.

Abraham, this night
has been a monstrous...

He came to kill me, and now
he will prey upon you.

What's happening?

Please, for God's sake! Will
someone tell me what is happening?

She looks...

Alive?

She's the devil's undead.

Nosferatu.

You can't seriously expect me
to believe that Count Dracula
is some hideous monster?

I don't expect you
to believe anything...

but what is.

What are you gonna do?

To save her soul,

I must take out her heart.

Heavens and earth!
No!

It's not your choice.

She was my daughter. If we
fail here, it is not merely
a matter of life and death;

it is that we shall
become such as she.

- That we and your Lucy...
- No, it's not possible!

May become foul things
of the night.

There is work...
wild work to be done.

And now...

are the powers
of all the devils...

against us.

No!

- Mrs. Galloway.
- Yes?

Would you be kind enough to make me
a cup of tea? I feel rather cold.

No wonder! The doctor's orders
were that you should stay in bed.

But how he thinks I could
keep you there, I don't know.

- Mrs. Galloway.
- Good morning, Mr. Harker.

- Where's Lucy?
- Oh, she's in her room, looking
much better and asking for tea.

I'll get the car.

Lucy, stop!

For God's sake, Lucy!
Stop!

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

Get out of my way, Jonathan.

There!
Now you must believe me.

Lucy, you can't
possibly go to him.

- He's no danger to me.
- He's a monster! A vampire!

- You're fools! All of you!
- No!

She means to warn him.

Jonathan, if you try to stop me,

I shall kill myself.

I charge you on your
living soul, Lucy Seward,

that you do not die
or think of death...

until this great evil which has fouled
your life is true dead himself!

You dare try to confuse me!

- Tormenting him who is the
saddest,the kindest of all.
- Kind?

If I could send his soul to
everlasting, burning hell, I would!

I despise you! All of you!
Get out of my way!

- Lucy, no!
- Let me go!

Let me go!

You must not go.

- No!
- Be calm.

Be calm.

Take her home, Jack.
Watch over her.

Abraham, what are
you going to do?

Miss Lucy's life is at stake
and so is her soul.

Jonathan and I must go and find this
monster and utterly destroy it.

Oh, God, what a stench!

Take the cross, Jonathan.
Take the cross.

Gentlemen, how kind
of you to call.

I have underestimated
your powers, Count Dracula,

to move about in daylight hours.

It is always daylight somewhere
on earth, Professor.

After my rest, my need
is only to stay in darkness.

You fools!

Do you think with your crosses and
your wafers you can destroy me?

Me!

You do not know how many
men have come against me.

I am the king of my kind!

You have accomplished
nothing, Van Helsing.

Time is on my side.

In a century, when you are dust,

I shall wake and call Lucy,
my queen, from her grave.

- No!
- Yes.

I have in my time had
many brides, Mr. Harker,

- but I shall set Lucy
above them all.
- You won't get Lucy.

She's mine already.

No!

God!

Damn you!

Help me, Professor!

Professor!

Oh, no.

But I helped him. I saw
that two of those crates were
safely delivered from the ship.

Yes, but you must
not blame yourself.

He probably had other coffins
brought to him other ways.
You know this man's cunning.

Pity my poor Lucy.
He's probably got them
scattered all over Whitby.

Then we'll find them and
tear them open one by one...

In there?
She can't be so ill.

I couldn't help it! When she came
round, she was like a wild thing.

You have given her medication?
Laudanum?

My own daughter?
Certainly not!

No, please. Can I have a
moment alone with her?

Please, I must.
I must.

But, uh, remember, Jonathan.

She's not what she will seem.

Jonathan! What
happened to your face?

You're frightened of
me, too, aren't you?

Oh, I can't bear it.

I don't understand. I don't
understand what's happening to me.

You seem yourself again.

I've never felt so weak.

Weak? You have the
strength of ten men.

Jonathan,
can you still love me?

I worship you.

[ Indistinct ]

- Will you tell me something?
- Of course.

What were you doing, you and
my father and the professor,

in the cemetery to Mina?

I can't... I can't...

You say you love me,
but you don't trust me.

I would trust you
with my life, my soul.

Then tell me what
were you doing,

you and the
professor, at Carfax.

I only want to know if
you can still love me.

Oh, Lucy, please. Please.

There's no need to hide your schemes
and your plots from me, is there?

No.

Jonathan, it's no use.

Whatever he wants to
know, he finds out.

He knows everything you
think, everything you do.

Lucy, stop, please!

- All right. All right.
- Stop it!

- No.
- Don't worry.

No. Lucy, please.

There's nothing to be frightened of.
I love you.

- I love you.
- Please, no.

Shh.

I love you.

I love you.
I love you.

- No, please.
- I love you.

Aaah!
Professor!

Professor!

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no.

- She'll sleep now.
- But shouldn't we stay with her?

My people will look after her.
You need rest.

Give me them back!
Give me them back!

Give me them back!
Give me them back!
Gimme them!

- What?
- Dr. Seward, make him
give me them back.

- He's collecting bugs,
- Bugs?

and he's eating 'em alive.

- He's disgusting!
- What do you think?

You'll see disgusting when he comes.

- Excuse me. When
who comes, please?
- You know.

Give me them back,
you crab-faced old buzzard.

You've got no blood
in you anyway.

- And besides, I got one
here that you didn't find.
- Right, in the straitjacket with him.

Get him! Come on!

Do you think Dracula
will come back tonight?

Of course he will.

Well,

we must obviously be ready.

Evening.

They shouldn't have
tied me up like this.

I would have gone
quiet, like a kitten.

I'd like a kitten.

A nice little sleek
playful kitten...

that I could feed you to.

I'd play with him, and I'd
stroke him, and I'd feed him...

and feed him and feed him...

Swales! Mr. Swales!
Mr. Swales!

He's coming to get me. He's climbing
straight up the wall to get me.

I'm dying and he's laughing
with his red mouth and those
sharp white teeth of his...

like rats... hundreds and
thousands and millions of them.

Oh, God.
Help my poor soul.

Renfield.

I'm your slave.
I'm your dog, master.

But please don't kill me.

For the love of God,
let me live.

Did I not promise you...

that you should come to me at
your death and enjoy centuries...

of life and power over the
bodies and souls of others?

But I don't want human life.

You betrayed me. You sought
to warn them all against me.

Then punish me. Torture me.
I deserve it. But please let me live.

Oh, Renfield.

You disappoint me so.

Oh, Miss Lucy!
Miss Lucy!

Dracula?

Quick!

Miss Seward! I've gotta have the key!
The key!

Hurry, Doctor. Come on!

- Quickly!
- Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy!

- No!
- Come on!

Where is he taking her, Abraham?
Where is he taking her?

Go left. Down the lane here.
Down the lane.

Faster! Won't this
contraption go faster?

It won't go any bloody faster.

Lucy, come.

Come to me!

Now, you must go on a bit longer
as a creature of the sun...

only until we have left behind
those who would destroy us.

And then?

And then you will join me
on a higher plane...

feeding on them.

We will create more
of our kind, Lucy.

Which way?

I know that way lies
Scarborough, but I don't know.

Listen. Listen!
Hey!

Hey!
Hey there, driver.

- Tom Hindley, is that you?
- Yes, sir. It's me. Morning.

- What are you doin' out here?
- I had to pick up another crate...

and take to the docks at
Scarborough before I could get...

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Look! That crate!

Scarborough.
The port!

Then he's leaving England.
After him!

- Hindley!
- Pull in front of him, Jonathan.

For God's sake! Stop, man!

- Hindley!
- I can't stop 'em!

- What are you doing, man?
- I'm doing me best!

Pull over, man!
Pull over.

Whoa!

Watch out, you stupid
ha'porth, maniac!

Come! Come on!

Whoa, Billy! Hey! Ho!
Whoa, Billy!

Hindley!

Come on! Whoa!
Hey, Billy.

Hindley!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Aah!
Slow down!

Look out!

This thing mocks us, Abraham.

If we are beaten,
then there is no God.

The axle's cracked.

Scarborough, how far is it yet?

It's ten miles!
It's no use.

Come on!
We must try!

Whelks. Jellied eels.
All fresh today.

Get your fresh mackerel.
Two bob a box.

Where is it?

You, sir. This wagon.
You did see it arrive?

Is that the one with
the big crate on it?

- Yes, where is it?
- It's out there...

on board the Czarina
Catherine bound for Rumania.

- Take us to her. We'll pay you.
- We must catch that ship.

What?

You stay here in case
they are not on board.
Keep well. Bye.

Take care.

Hey!

Stop!

- Dracula! Where is he?
- Gone. He is,,,

Count Dracula is on this ship!

Nosferatu.

- Vampire.
- The cargo hold!

Where is it?

Come on!

- Jonathan, here!
- I see it.

No!

End.