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"Dearest Mina.

Forgive me for taking
so long to write back.

I'm so sorry to hear of
Jonathan's recent illness.

I hope he'll soon be well,

and you'll both be able to
visit me at Hillingham House.

I've actually been
quite unwell myself.

Arthur says it's just
pre-wedding nerves,

but I know he worries
about me all the same.

I'm still quite certain
I made the right choice,

though it wasn't an easy one.

Can you imagine receiving two
marriage proposals in one day?"

John, thank you
for coming over.

Sorry about the hour.

There's no need to keep
a low profile, John.

No, no, it's just there's
a particular patient of mine

I've been studying
quite closely.

- Fascinating behaviour...
- It's Lucy.

She's not well.

She insists there's
nothing wrong with her.

But I think she might just
talk to you.

Please.

Lucy?

May I come in?

Lucy!

Professor Van Helsing!

John, my friend!

I can't begin to tell you
how grateful I am.

I'm really just looking
for a second opinion.

And what is
your initial opinion?

I don't have one.
The poor girl, she's so weak

and, for the life of me,
I can't find the cause of it.

Poor girl?

Now I understand the concern
expressed in your telegram.

This "dear friend" is
more than a friend, perhaps?

No.

She's engaged to be married.

To someone else.

So, your concern
is purely professional?

Well, let's just say
the matter of her engagement

has only recently been decided

and not in my favour.

I see. The lucky gentleman?

Arthur Holmwood.
A fine young man.

This is his house. Well...

- One of them.
- And what of the girl herself?

You've never seen a girl
so vivacious, so full of life.

Attractive?

- Well, it's not for me to say.
- I see.

Very attractive.

And where might I find
the young Miss...?

Lucy Westenra.

This way.

Arthur?

Is that you?

Come here and hold me.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
my dear.

I'm told Arthur
will be along shortly.

My name is Van Helsing.

Your friend Dr Seward
seems to think

I might be of some assistance.

I came back as quickly
as I could.

- Is your man here?
- He's upstairs tending to Lucy.

- Tell me about him.
- Van Helsing?

He's my oldest friend
and master.

But he is a qualified
medical doctor?

That and much more than,
Arthur.

I'm quite sure I'll be right
as rain in a day or two.

I'd hate for you to have
troubled yourself for no reason.

Your friend Dr Seward was
concerned enough to send for me,

and his concern is reason
enough for me to come.

And meeting you is reason
enough not to object, my dear.

John is such a sweet fellow.

He worries about me too much.

I do hope you'll be able to
reassure him nothing's wrong.

Well, I agree nothing seems to
be wrong with your temperature,

pulse or breathing.

And yet...

How is your appetite?

Normal, I think.

Some days I'm quite ravenous,

but then when the food is
presented it rather seems to...

lose its appeal.

And how do you sleep?

Quite well.

They do say I used to
walk in my sleep.

I once made it right
out the house

down the street
and only in my nightgown.

I don't do that anymore.

Though I do have the most
extraordinary dreams lately.

Extraordinary in what way?

I can hardly explain it, but...

When I wake up, I barely
seem to know where I am,

and part of whatever I was
dreaming on seems to linger.

And you cannot describe it?

When I first wake up
it's completely vivid,

then moments later it's gone

and I can't recall a thing
no matter how hard I try.

There may be a way
in which I can assist you.

Are you familiar with
the concept of hypnosis?

John... Dr Seward
had mentioned it once.

But I didn't think it
was highly regarded?

In medical circles,
indeed it is not,

but in the understanding
of sleep phenomena,

and of dreams,
it can be most useful.

Would you permit me to try?

I sometimes wonder if this
constant battery of tests

is doing Lucy
more harm than good.

Van Helsing knows
what he's doing.

The man is quite brilliant.

I'll admit he may come across as
somewhat arbitrary at times, but...

Arbitrary? You mean eccentric.

I wouldn't go that far.

Trust me, Art, the man has more
knowledge of obscure diseases

than anyone else on Earth.

Concentrate on the eye.

Not on the watch, just the eye.

I'm going to count backwards
now, starting at ten.

I want you to listen to me
while I count.

I want you to feel all
your troubles and concerns

leaving you and flying out
through the window.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Lucy? Are you comfortable?

Yes.

I would like to take you
back in time, several hours.

It is midnight.

You are lying in this bed.

What do you see?

Not in bed.

Feel the air...
cool air on my face.

You are outside, in the street?

In the street.

In the air.

Many places.

Are you lost?

No.

Are you...
desirous of something?

Is there something you seek?

Yes.

What is it?

What about the wedding?

Have the two of you
set a date yet?

Well, Lucy's keen
on September 28th,

but that was before all this.

I'm not sure if
she'll be well enough

to deal with all
the arrangements.

Oh, I can't imagine her illness
will last as long as all that.

Be honest with me, John.

It must be serious or you wouldn't have
sent for this Professor Van Helsing.

Not serious, just perplexing.

Yes, well...

I just hope he's got
something to say for himself.

Professor, this is Arthur
Holmwood, Lucy's fiancé.

A pleasure, sir.

Well, John, I thank you again
for your telegram,

but I'm afraid our time
together today must be brief.

I must return to my study
this evening.

A pleasure, sir.

But, Professor,
what do you make of Lucy?

Ah, a most charming young lady.

I can see why you,

both of you, should be so
concerned as to her well-being.

Yes, but what is your diagnosis?

Diagnosis?

Oh... I...

concur with
Dr Seward's analysis.

- Now, if you will excuse me...
- Is that all?

With all due respect,
Professor...

The... the carriage has been
waiting quite some time.

I... No need to see me out.

I'm sure you have
much to attend to.

I told you he can be arbitrary.

You call that arbitrary?
I call it downright strange.

It was fine, darling.

He was quite the gentleman,
I can assure you.

It's not that.
I just worry about his methods.

It all sounds
very pseudoscientific.

And he doesn't seem to
have achieved anything at all.

- Not even with the hypnosis?
- What?

He hypnotised me. Just
for a few moments, I think.

Really, darling,

I didn't feel a thing.

Lucy says that man
hypnotised her.

- It's not a new technique.
- It's a disreputable technique.

I once saw a demonstration

where a so-called hypnotist

had a man believing
he was a chicken.

A parlour trick, Arthur.

Well, may I politely request

that I be present
at any future examinations

this man takes of Lucy.

You did the right thing.

I'll summon the Professor
at once.

Good morning, my friend.

Professor, I was just about
to send for you.

I took the earliest train.

But how did you know?

There is a pulse, but it's weak.

We need to set up a medical bay.

I have the necessary
equipment downstairs.

If we act quickly,
we can help her.

We can use the old chapel.
I'll tell the maid.

The only thing that will save
her is a transfusion of blood.

Wait!

Do you intend to do it yourself?

I mean, give her your own blood?

There is no time to make
other considerations.

But you're forgetting me.

Please, Professor, I'm fit.

It's the least
I can do for Lucy.

Do you speak as her physician
or as her friend?

What does it matter?

It might matter to Arthur -

to think of another man's
blood running through

the veins of his beloved.

A rival in her affections, even.

Nonsense,
that's all in the past.

My only concern now
is what's best for Lucy.

Anyway, Arthur needn't
know all the details.

Then lie down here next to her.

Try to relax the arm.

She requires a lot of blood.

You will be here
for some time.

Afraid of the sight of
a little blood, John?

Only when it's my own,
Professor.

Now, I have more studying
of my own to do.

You're leaving us like this?

You have your notes
to pass the time.

There is nothing further
I can do here for the moment.

Lucy will improve over time.

You, my friend, will not.

So rest.

Lucy?

Oh, no!

Lucy, what are you doing?

Lucy, you're sleepwalking again.

I missed you, darling.

Where is she?

Miss Lucy is resting
in the chapel.

Dear God, no.

Wait, sir, I...
I think you misunderstand me.

What is this?

- Arthur, I...
- Excellent, excellent.

She is much improved.

Remember what I told you,
John, don't move.

The young doctor has performed
quite a service,

giving up his own blood
to help Miss Lucy.

I dare say he has this morning
saved her life.

Oh... I see.

And how are you feeling,
my dear?

- Hungry.
- Wonderful.

A healthy appetite is surely
a sign of good health.

Mr Holmwood, sir,

I believe the young lady is well
enough to return to her room.

Right. Yes.

Right.

- Are you still hungry?
- Ravenous.

I'll fetch something
from the kitchen.

It's not food
I'm hungry for, Arthur.

You should rest.

Thank you, Professor.

You did more to save
the girl than I did.

That's not what I meant. I mean
the way you handled Arthur.

I did nothing
but speak the truth.

Thanks to your
donation of blood,

Lucy is almost back
to normal and all is well.

Did you learn anything at all
from the hypnosis?

Nothing definite.

Just another piece
to add to the puzzle.

Why do you ask?

I'm still not quite sure
about the state of her mind.

- She seems confused.
- Naturally.

A temporary lack of blood
to the brain

will bring on
a little light-headedness.

- You feel it yourself, I'm sure.
- Yes.

The best cure for it, I suggest,

can be found
in the drawing room.

I'm sure you recall, John,
that...

I did ask - well, insist -

that I be present at any future
intervention by Van Helsing?

There was no time, Art.

You should have seen Lucy this
morning, she was on the brink of death.

But yesterday you said she was
fine, so did Van Helsing.

We never said she was fine,

just that we couldn't
find anything wrong with her.

Isn't that the same thing?

Apparently not.

Yes, well...

I must thank you
for your sacrifice, John.

I'm sure you wouldn't have
hesitated to do the same thing.

Well, absolutely.
She is MY fiancée, after all.

Have you eaten?

Mm, I was hungry earlier.

No matter.

Your colour is much improved
from this morning.

I do feel better already.

I'm very pleased to hear it.

And now, I have something to
even further lighten your mood.

For me?

Of course, my dear.

You're so sweet, Professor.

I'll call the maid
to bring a vase.

No need.
I shall place them here,

if it so please you, my dear?

If it so pleases you,
Professor, it pleases me.

I'm afraid we are no closer
as to divining

the cause of your illness.

I wonder if you would
give me your consent

to try the hypnosis, once again?

It's clearly just a matter of
the lack of blood in her veins.

But is there such a disease?

That drains the blood
from the body

without any outward sign of it?

If there was, the Professor
would know of it.

Well, perhaps he does know of it
and he's concealing it from us.

You have to admit, he never
gives a straight answer.

If he's made a diagnosis,
you'd be the first to know, Art.

The only reason he might
hesitate is if he isn't sure.

Especially if it's
something serious.

Well, that doesn't exactly
put my mind at rest.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Lucy?

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Where are you now?

In the air.

You are in the air?

I AM the air.

I am the wind.

The wolves, the night.

Do you seek something?

Yes.

What do you seek?

The thing that I need.

What is it that you need?

Blood.

Well?

She is sleeping.

Her pulse is...

weak but steady.

I believe, after a night's rest,

we will see her much improved.

- I must see her.
- She's sleeping.

Just...

Just for a minute.

He's beginning to lose patience
with all of this.

I understand.

He just wants Lucy well again.
We all do.

As I said, I believe tomorrow
she will be much improved.

How can you be sure?

I have made certain precautions.

If I'm correct, tomorrow
we will see the results.

It's all very strange.

She's even sleepwalking again.

Sleepwalking?

Well, she got up from the other
bed and lay down next to me.

Is that all she did?

Yes.

Of course.

But if Arthur hadn't
come in when he did...

Yes?

The girl has a power over you,
does she not?

Lucy.

Lucy.

John?

No, darling, it's me,
it's Arthur.

Oh! Arthur.

How do you feel?

Stronger.

I can feel the new blood
running through my veins.

It's energising.

Like... part of him
is inside of me.

What are those flowers?

The Professor gave them to me?

Perhaps they needed
to be in some water?

Ugh! They smell dreadful.

I'll buy you fresh flowers
tomorrow.

And the next day,
and the next day.

Fresh flowers every day.

Nothing's too good
for my fiancée.

I'd do anything
to see you well again.

Good morning, Professor.

Indeed, I hope it will be, John.

It is a magnificent property.

Arthur's family home.

Well, one of them.
He's a Lord-to-be, you know?

His father is Lord Godalming.

Owns this estate and
quite a lot more besides.

Now I understand.

Understand what?

The young lady, Miss Lucy.

She... seems
much attracted to you.

And yet when the two of you
propose to her,

she chooses Arthur.

Now I understand.

One day, she will be
Lady Godalming, am I right?

Yes.

This also has much attraction,
I think?

I hadn't really
thought of it like that.

Professor, come quickly!

All the blood is gone!

What happened
to the flowers I left?

Another transfusion,
it's the only way. Arthur!

I'd give every last drop
if it can help Lucy.

I don't ask for that much.

Not yet.

Will it be enough to save her?

There is a chance.

I can only say a chance.

- Keep still now.
- I'll do anything, Professor.

I mean it.

Relax the arm... please.

I'd do anything for Lucy.

You know, I couldn't believe it
when she accepted my proposal.

Everyone used to say that she
and John make a perfect match,

but...

Just rest now.

How long do you think
it'll take?

The same as before.

But I will return shortly
to monitor them.

There may be a danger
when Lucy's strength returns

in leaving her alone
with Arthur.

Danger?

The power she has.

The power YOU felt.

I'm sure Arthur feels it too,

perhaps even more so.

None of this makes any sense.

Listen to me, John.

Earlier today,
I examined Lucy's neck

and I found, here,
two small puncture wounds.

The choker she wears
hides them from view.

What are they?
Some sort of bite?

Some sort of bite, yes.

You may be more right
than you know.

I have considered this matter
for several days now.

Last night, I was
almost sure of my diagnosis,

and now today,
there can be no doubt.

There is something in one of my
books I would like to show you.

Lucy.

This, John...

this is what we are
dealing with.

What do you mean?

This isn't a book of medicine.

It's a book of witchcraft.

Yes, and much more besides.

You're not seriously suggesting

that Lucy's fallen
under some sort of curse?

You forget that here we are,

two men of science
and of medicine,

who have failed to find a cure,

not even a diagnosis
for Miss Lucy.

But you said you did
have a diagnosis.

Yes, and it is this.

Don't move, darling.

You'll soon be feeling stronger.

Yes, I can feel it now...

the blood,

flowing into me.

Filling me up.

There! You see it?

The loss of blood
without a drop spilled.

By the night time, she recovers,

and by the morning
a deathly pallor returns.

Each and every mysterious symptom
we have encountered is explained.

Can you doubt it?

I'd sooner not be the
one to show this to Arthur.

Arthur! I almost forgot!

I'm really feeling
so much better now.

You're still looking very pale.

You should rest a little longer.

- I don't want to rest!
- Lucy, be careful of the tube.

Kiss me.

- Lucy, the Professor said...
- Kiss me!

No!

- Good God! What are you doing?
- Get back!

Why are you stopping?

You said there was
still a chance.

The blood transfusion!

A small chance...

But I fear,

she needed more than
any of us could safely give.

I'd give it! I'd give it all!

You killed her.

Art...

And you...

You failed her
from the beginning.

And on purpose,
I shouldn't wonder!

- What are you saying?
- You know perfectly well.

If you're accusing me
of deliberate malpractice...

If you couldn't have her,
why should anyone?

I loved her as much as anyone!

It's no secret why she
chose you, your Lordship!

John, that's enough!

Get out!

Get out, both of you.

How could I say
something like that?

At a time like that?

He's suffered so much.

Still...

at least it's over now.

And we needn't worry Arthur
with the things in your book.

I'm Lucy's doctor.

I'll write
the death certificate.

Anaemia.

Weakness of the heart.

No one will question it,

and then...

that'll be the end of it.

I'm afraid it will
not be the end of it.

Not at all.

This business...

and Arthur's suffering.

It has only just begun.

Do you deny what you saw
with your own eyes

when we entered the chapel?

You mean, the way
she went to kiss him?

Kiss him?

I was 25 years a married man.

I know what a kiss looks like.

She meant to drink
his blood, John.

Is she really dead?

Undoubtedly so.

She looks...

When alive, she looked
worse than death.

Now in death...
she looks more than alive.

Yes.

That's it.

Professor, are you familiar with
the text of "Romeo And Juliet"?

You are thinking that perhaps
some drug has been administered?

Mm?
Creating the illusion of death.

- Such things are possible.
- But when and how?

Who and why?

You referenced Shakespeare.

May I reference another great
Englishman, Thomas Moore?

"A drowning man
will clutch at a straw."

S-still...

don't you think
we should at least

continue to monitor
her condition?

Yes, that we must do.

You must persuade Arthur

the body be laid out
here at the house

until such time as
the funeral can be arranged.

I don't think Arthur will
listen to anything I propose.

In time, he will
come to his senses.

I hope you're right.

Thank you.

My father's accountant
will settle the bill.

Yes, sir.

You have done well, John.

Lucy will be much easier
to observe here at the house.

Observe?

You speak as though
she were still alive.

Alive?

No.

She is not alive,
of that I am certain.

But... dead?

This we still need to confirm.

Thank you both...

for, um...

for everything you've done.

I may have said some...

regrettable things.

Unforgivable things, really.

- That I...
- Arthur, sir.

What a man does
in a rash moment...

need not reflect
his true character.

Now, we must indeed talk
further, but not of this.

May I suggest the drawing room?

Of course, um, the house is
at your disposal, Professor.

Then Doctor Seward and I
may stay on a few days?

Think nothing of it. I'll have
the maid prepare two more rooms.

I'm actually rather
grateful for the company.

Now that everything's
organised for the funeral

and Lucy's acquaintances
have been informed,

I feel rather adrift.

Miss Lucy has left all of her
possessions to you, I believe.

Yes, yes, so they tell me.

But I haven't had a moment
to think about it really.

I noticed some papers
in her room.

Letters, journals,
this type of thing.

Would you have any objection
to me examining them?

The mystery of Lucy's
illness still troubles me.

I think there may be much we can
learn from her own writings.

You must do as you see fit.

It's all academic
now though, I suppose.

I wish that were so.

But we may yet have
more work to do.

Perhaps now is not the time,
Professor.

No, no, no, no...

Whatever you have to say,
I want to hear it.

I know you were keeping things
from me when Lucy was alive,

and though I appreciate
the sentiment,

it's of no use now.

The worst has already happened.

I'm afraid not, Arthur.

What?

All will be revealed,
I believe, quite shortly.

But, in the meantime,

may I give you something?

Both of you?

It is most important
that you both wear

one of these chains at
all times, even when you sleep.

Especially when you sleep.

I'm quite confident
in my beliefs, Professor.

Things might be different
overseas but...

the Church of England doesn't
encourage wearing such...

tokens.

Nevertheless, do me
this one favour...

please?

Why are we creeping
about at this hour?

We have work to do

which would be very troubling
for the young man.

I knew it. You want to
carry out a post-mortem.

No.

I want to pierce her heart
and sever her head.

- Have you gone mad?
- I warned you, John,

that the worst
was still to come.

Look, look here.

See?

See how they sever
the head of the beast?

This is some barbaric
medieval ritual!

After all that has happened,
you still doubt me?

I don't doubt your wisdom,
Professor.

But your methods...

Then reserve your judgement
until we open the casket.

What are you doing?

It's been several days.

John, if I am correct,

we will find in this coffin

a vision of Lucy
exactly as the day she died.

Remember how you yourself doubted
the very fact of her death?

My God!

It's worse than I thought!

What does this all mean?

John, I had prepared
to show you...

that Lucy is not dead,

but that she is in fact undead.

And to prove this by her pallor,

her complexion being
that of one still living.

But now I see we have
less time that I thought.

Arthur must be told everything.

And this must end tomorrow,
exactly as I described.

- It's the maid!
- Someone's gone outside.

Someone... or something.

In all of my preparations,

how could I have forgotten
the maid?

That poor girl.

The police have left.

They seem to believe some sort of
animal had bitten her in the night.

A rat or some such.

Do you have rats in the house?

Of course not.

And you told the police this?

Arthur...

yesterday you said I should no
longer hide the truth from you.

Well, quite right.

Then I shall be plain.

It was not an animal
that killed that girl.

It was Miss Lucy.

What?!

What do you mean?

Last night, Miss Lucy
was absent from her coffin.

It's true, Art.

We went to examine the body
last night and she was gone.

You mean someone had taken her?

I mean that last night,

Miss Lucy got up from her coffin
and walked out of this house,

and once outside
she killed the maid

and drained her of blood.

And the two of you
are convinced of this?

Well... there's only one way
to prove it, isn't there?

There.

Are you satisfied?

I swear, when we looked
last night she was gone.

Professor?

During the day,
the beast returns to its lair.

How could you say such a thing?

Arthur...

you ask me to speak plainly,
so I do.

Look!

Look at her neck!

The same bite marks as
you saw on the maid's neck.

So the same thing that
killed Lucy killed the maid?

Lucy killed the maid!

And she will kill again.

The only reason
the three of us

did not meet the same fate
as the maid

is these crucifixes.

She must be stopped.

Her heart must be pierced
and her head severed.

And we must do it now,

- while she sleeps!
- I can't!

I can't believe it,
don't you see?

Even if it were true...

I can't.

Not Lucy.

I understand.

What the mind can accept,

sometimes the heart cannot.

We must wait for absolute proof.

As young Doctor Seward here
likes to remind me,

we live in an age of
scientific knowledge,

not of superstition.

But...

with so much new knowledge
entering the world,

and fighting for our attention,

there is a danger, I think,

that we forget
the old knowledge we once had.

There are, after all, certain
things we still take on faith,

are there not?

We still attend the church
each Sunday.

We still ask for God's blessing
on a marriage or a birth.

And we take it on faith
the he is listening.

So is it not therefore possible,

nay, probable,

that there should also be
faith of a darker kind?

Another side to the world

which in daylight we never see,

and yet exists all the same?

People knew of it long ago.

The undead.

The vampire.

This is what
we are dealing with.

To be truthful,

I suspected this
from the beginning.

And yet it seemed
an idea so extraordinary

that I dared not share it,
lest you think me insane.

But at each turn,

I became more and more
convinced that it was true.

The vampiric curse,

or... infection,

if you wish to use
a scientific term,

is transferred via the blood.

As Lucy's own blood...

was withdrawn,

another blood,

the vampire's blood,
replaced it.

This blood so poisoned her,

that not only could
she no longer go on living...

but also that
she cannot truly die.

And so she remains, undead.

A vampire.

Forced to feed on
the blood of the living

as one such creature
formerly fed on her.

Then, the maid - will
she also become a vampire?

No, thank God.

If a vampire feeds
without first injecting

its own blood into its victim,

the curse is not passed on.

You mentioned the crucifixes,

- that they protected us?
- Yes.

According to the old knowledge,

vampires are possessed
of certain weaknesses.

The holy crucifix
they cannot touch.

It burns them.
The same is true of holy water.

Garlic, they cannot abide.

This is the reason
for the garlic flowers

spread beneath the window.

Most powerful of all
is sunlight.

The vampire's power
is much diminished

during the hours of daylight.

This is why they must return to
their resting place each morning.

And finally...

to kill them,

is to pierce the heart
and sever the head.

There is no other way.

If... I see with my own eyes
what you have described,

you have my blessing to act.

Then we have a long night
ahead of us.

Remember what I told you,
Arthur.

If she wakes...

Her heart must be pierced.

It would be safer to do it now,
while she sleeps.

I can't.

I need to be sure.

The papers I mentioned,
Lucy's letters and journal.

May I view them now?

Yes, of course, erm...

Everything is still
as it was in...

in the bedroom.

I will be back shortly.
Remember what I said.

"From the pen of
Miss Mina Murray."

No!

What happened?

I don't remember, I...

- I think I hit my head.
- Wait here.

Lucy!

So, you have finally
seen the proof?

I don't know.

The coffin is empty!

- Do you accept that?
- Yes.

And nobody else
was in the room but you?

Yes.

So you accept that neither
Doctor Seward nor I

- could have removed the body?
- Yes!

He's had quite a shock,
Professor.

Yes.

Perhaps a brandy
would be in order.

Drink up, Art.
It'll steady your nerves.

Yes, the night is far from over.

When Lucy returns

- we will need to make...
- No!

I've failed you both tonight,
I can see that.

I'd like you to give
me another chance.

Another chance to do what?

Take care of this.

It's my responsibility.

- What are you talking about?
- To deal with Lucy. She's...

She was my fiancée after all.

This is something
I need to do myself.

I've relied on
the two of you too much.

But I'm stronger now.

I know what needs to be done.

And I'm ready to do it.

I understand.

What?

Arthur knows as much as you
or I do on the subject now.

It is entirely his right
to do what must be done,

on his own terms.

I knew you'd understand,
Professor.

What on earth was all that
about? On his own terms?

Do you really think Arthur's
capable of dealing with Lucy?

Something is wrong

and it would have done no good
to argue with Arthur.

He clearly has a reason for
this sudden change of heart.

We will find out soon enough,
tomorrow night.

Look at this.

- "Murderer at large."
- Read on.

"The spectre of Jack The Ripper
was raised again last night,

after the discovery
of the body of a woman

in London's
Whitechapel district."

Look there! The victim
was drained of her blood.

The beast must
quench its thirst.

And Arthur has done absolutely
nothing to stop it!

Have you rung the bell?

I have.

Well, we can't just stand
around here all day.

There must be another way in.

I suspect young Arthur

will have been careful
to make sure there is not.

- Then what do we do?
- We return again,

tonight, unannounced.

Until then, do you know the
location of the nearest church?

Do you have the bottle
I gave you?

Yes. But how do we get inside?

These were clutched in the hand
of the maid when we found her.

This afternoon I made
enquiries with the police

and I was able to retrieve them.

- Which one is it?
- That... I do not know.

I, er...

I know you have to feed, Lucy.

I... I... I brought her
here for you.

Is she still warm?

Yes, oh, yes, she's...
Will.. will she be enough?

It's never enough, Arthur.

Don't you miss the touch
of these hands, Arthur?

The touch of these lips?

Ah, you're cold. Like ice.

I need you to fill me up
with your warmth, Arthur.

But first...

Join me, Arthur.

Drink with me.

Then we can be together forever.

Lucy, I just wanted
to help, I...

I thought if, if you had
enough blood you might be cured.

You don't want to cure me,
you want to join me!

I know you feel the hunger
that I feel, Arthur.

I shared my blood with you.

Soon, we'll share everything.

Join me!

Arthur, no!

John! The water!

This is holy water.

I know you fear its touch.

Arthur, we cannot
hold her much longer!

Quickly, Art!

You can't defeat us!

My master will
return for us all!

Do it!

Now!

Finally, she is at peace.

I know what he's doing in there.

There's no need
to pretend otherwise.

She won't suffer, Art.

Not anymore.

Dear God, what have I done?

You know it wasn't Lucy.

That... thing.

It could pretend to be her.

It had her form.

But it wasn't her.

I knew it deep down.

Even as I convinced myself
that I could still save her.

A feeling I've always felt,
really.

That there was...

a part of her...

that I didn't know.

That never belonged to me.

That belonged to someone else.

- Art...
- Let's...

just drink
to the good memories

we both have.

Per istam sanctam unctionem

et suam piissimam
misericordiam adiuvet.

Tem dominus gratia
spiritus sancti,

ut a peccatis liberatum

te salvet atque
propitious alleviet.

Through this holy anointing

and through His most holy mercy,

may the Lord help you,

by the grace of the Holy Spirit,

that He may free you

and save you from your sins,

and by His favour,

grant you relief

and raise you up to heaven.

Are you sure you can't stay
a little longer, Professor?

Art will be sorry he missed you.
I could wake him?

Let him sleep, John.

He has not rested properly
for days,

and I have much to do
in my study.

Miss Lucy's letters and
journal are most interesting,

I must study them further.

It sounds like
your carriage is here.

- Professor Van Helsing?
- Yes?

I knew it was you.

Lucy described you so well
in her last letter.

I... I'm sorry, miss,
but I'm afraid I...

I have something for you.

I believe these diaries will
provide crucial information

for you in your investigations.

Ah, yes! I remember
your letter to Lucy.

Miss Mina Murray, I presume?

Actually, my fiancé and I were
recently married in Budapest.

It's Harker, Mina Harker.

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