All language subtitles for Count Dracula

You'll write often?

Every day, Mina.
I promise.

And I promise to study my shorthand,

so that I shall be able to do your letters

when we're married.

Jonathan! Jonathan!

Me for you in go.

Yes, of course.

Oh, Jonathan, I do wish

Bohemia wasn't so far away.

Now, Lucy, you'll only upset your sister.

But you don't know

two words of the language.

No, but one can tell from the Count's letters

that he has good command of English.

I know you girls will laugh

at your old mother,

but I've had cook put up a few sandwiches

for you, Jonathan.

One never knows about food

when travelling abroad.

Thank you, Mrs Westenra.

That was very thoughtful of you.

Well, time to go.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

(Dog barking)

(Thunder)

(Thud)

(Whistle blowing)

Excuse me.
Do any of you speak English?

Speak English?

I speak some little.

Well, when we left the Inn,

some of the men and women pointed at me.

Like this.

Yes.

What does it signify?

What does it mean?

They say it is a charm against the evil eye.

Why should I need the charm any more
than, say, yourself?

Where are you alighting?

At the head of the Borgo Pass.

It is very important that we get there

well before midnight and are across the border.

Really? Why ls that?

Do you not know what day this is?

It ls the 4th of May.

The eve of Saint George.

When the dock strikes midnight,

all the evil things of the world

shall take command.

(Speaking Latin)

Where do you travel from the border?

I'm a solicitor,

and I'm taking some documents

concerning a property In England

for a Count Dracula to sign.

Strigoi!

(Speaks foreign language)

Not-not-not... Not go!

Not go

(Speaks foreign language)

My dear lady, I have to go.

Please, don't upset yourself.

(Speaks foreign language)

(“when

(Wolf howls)

Have you, please, the correct time?

It's half past six.

(Speaks foreign language)

(Horses neigh)

Here is part of the woods, sir.

The head of the Borgo.

Thank you.

God go with you.

(Speaking foreign language)

Wear it, for your mother's sake.

Thank you.

(Horses neigh)

There should be carriage waiting for me.

Wait! Wait! Momento.

I was told there'd be a carriage waiting for me.

I'm sorry. We can't delay. We cannot!

But you can't leave me here

In the middle of nowhere!

(Wolf howls)

(Wolf howls)

(Whining)

Welcome to my house, Mr Harker.

Come freely, go safely.

Count Dracula?

I am Count Dracula.

Will you come in?

And please, leave here

some of the happiness you bring.

No, no, allow me. I insist.

I insist. You are my guest.

It ls late and the servants

are not available at this hour.

Close the door.

Follow me.

Thank you.

(Wolf howls)

Do forgive me If I do not join you.

I have already dined.

You will please help yourself

to whatever you wish.

Thank you.

Some Tokay, perhaps?

Hmm?

That will be very welcome.

Excuse my asking, but...

these plates, are they solid gold?

They're 400 years old.

We Boyars are more aware

of what they say to us about our past

than of their value or utility.

They are very distinctive.

You must know a great deal

of the history of Transylvania.

All there is to know, I'm afraid.

Sometimes I think...too much.

(Wolf howls)

Listen to them.

The children of the night.

What music they make.

Well, Mr Harker,

tell me about this house In England

which has been purchased for me.

- What ls the name of It?
- Carfax.

Carfax?
What is the origin of the word?

Well, it is an old house, In a district of London

known as Purfleet, near the River Thames.

It's four-sided, and each corner

follows a point of the compass.

The name then is possibly a corruption

of the French, quatre faces.

Four faces.

That's absolutely correct, Count.

And how did Mr Hawkins

come to hear of It?

My fiancée's sister knows

a doctor In the area.

You are engaged to be married?

Yes, sh...

And does your fiancée live in London?

Yes, with her family.

But they always go away for the summer.

Of course, the English custom.

To a spa or watering place.

They go to Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.

Well, sir, your house is very near

the sanatorium that this doctor runs.

A Dr Seward.

The house ls old. I'm glad.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day.

And after all, how few days go

to make up a century.

Mr Hawkins thinks highly of you.

That's very kind of Mr Hawkins.

And adds, Mr Harker

shall be ready to attend on you

during his stay when you will

and to take your instructions In all matters.

I think you will find everything in order.

Thank you. Give it to me.

(Cock crows)

There. It is morning.

How inconsiderate of me to keep you talking.

You must be tired.

But tomorrow you shall sleep

as late as you will.

- Good night, Mr Harker.
- Goodnight, sir.

- Oh, Mr Hawker?

- Sir?

You may go anywhere you wish in the castle.

However, the doors

of certain rooms are locked.

It stands to reason

that you will not be able to enter these rooms

and you should not try.

They have been locked for generations,

and only the masters of the house

have known why.

Respect this tradition, please.

Thank you.

(Sheep bleating, distant)

Good morning...

or rather, good evening.

You have slept well?

It is already dusk.

Stupid things.

Shouldn't trust them.

The trouble with mirrors

ls that they don't reflect quite enough.

Don't you think? (Chuckles)

Er...

(crash)

You've cut yourself.

Heh.

One of these two girls is your fiancée?

Yes, sir. The one on the right

And the other one?

Her sister.

An embarrassing choice.

They are both very pretty.

Uhh.

English literature,

is the richest in the world.

But then, of course, I'm partial.

I have a passion for the English language.

I would wish to speak it faultlessly, perfectly.

But you almost do, Count.

This 'almost' is disheartening.

You shall remain here for a while

so that I may learn from you

and shatter this 'almost' irrevocably.

Please correct the slightest error in my speech.

However small, please, correct it.

Frankly, sir, I was hoping

to return to London

as soon as you have signed the lease

of the house at Purfleet.

No, no, you must remain here

for a month at the very least.

A month?

Do you really wish me to stay so long?

Only my needs are to be consulted.

Remember the instructions

of your employer.

Look upon at it as a little holiday.

I understand, sir.

You will write to Mr Hawkins

and your fiancée...

should you so wish.

Or have you already done so?

No, sir, I could find no

writing paper In my room.

There is some writing paper

here on the desk.

Please sit down.

Very, very thin.

The thinnest paper possible.

One can almost see through it.

- Yes, indeed.

Yes indeed.

You will forgive me

but I have many things to attend to

before I set sail for England.

I must go now.

By the way...

do not under any circumstances

sleep in this room, please.

Very well, sir.

Good.

Until tomorrow, then.

Whitby?

Ohh. Oh, Mina. Mina.

Am I... Am I going mad?

I don't understand it, Mr Hawkins.

It's so unlike Jonathan.

"Everything ls going very well...
I am very well"

Nothing about his journey

or what happened. Nothing.

Much the same story in mine, my dear,

and I must say, I find It very surprising

that he needs to stay a month.

A month? Oh, no.

"The Count has requested me
to remain one month.

And as it's your wish that I should do
everything to accommodate him,

I have naturally agreed."

Oh, what are we going to do?

Well, If I hear anything more,

I'll certainly let you know.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Oh, we shall be going to our house in Whitby

for the summer at the end of the week.

I'll keep in touch with you, my dear.

Thank you.

41, 42, 43, 44, 45,

45, 47, 48, 49, 50.

Ah. I've got to stop.

51, 52, 53, 54, 55.

56 ,57, 58, 59, 60.

61, 62, 63, 64, 65,

66, 67, 68, 69, 70.

71, 72, 73...

(Sighing)

It's just like old times, isn't it?

When we all came here

for the school holidays.

Same old mugs for hot chocolate.

Well, darling, it was one of the few things

that shopped you walking in your sleep.

I haven't done that for a long time.

No, we just got into the

habit of drinking hot chocolate.

And you must get into the habit

of going to bed earlier, Mummy.

You know what Dr Seward said.

Oh, doctors.

All the same.

I thlnk I shall turn in.

Though mind you, I feel a great deal better.

Good night, Mummy.

Child.

- Good night, Mina.

Good night, Mummy.

-Good night.

Good night.

Are you really worried about Jonathan?

Wouldn't you be?

Poor Mina.

You're so much in love,

and you really don't understand men at all.

You do, I suppose.

Well, I've been longing to tell you.

I've had two proposals of marriage.

I know about Dr Seward.

And Quincey.

Quincey

Quincey P. Hammond.

He's a very handsome American boy from Texas,

and he's something hlgh up

In the embassy in London.

Where did you meet him?

Oh, that's the embarrassing bit.

John Seward introduced us.

Lucy. Which one are you going to marry?

I'm really not qulte sure.

Oh, why can't a woman many two men?

Or at least as many as want her?

Save all this trouble.

Oh, you really are impossible.

Dear John, I thlnk it will be Quincey.

Good night, Mina.

Good night.

And I shouldn't worry about Jonathan.

If I know anything about men,

he will be having a lovely time

with that Count of his.

With deeds and torts and searches,

all washed down with local wine.

It's not Jonathan's style at alL

I was only joking.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

(Mina, distorted) Married...

- Write...write...
- Every day, Mina. I promise.

(Laughter)

(Mina) And I promise to
study my shorthand.

(Jonathan) Every day, Mina...

For my dearest...

Just a moment's notice...

Everyday...

(Laughter)

(Laughter intensifies)

Go on. You can go first.

Me? first?

Oui, you have the right.

Hmm.

He's young and strong.

(Mina) When we're married, married.

(Jonathan) Oh, my dearest,
how I hate to go away like this.

I promise in may my shorthand.

So that I'll be able to do your letters
when we're married.

(Giggles)

Married. When we're married.

- And you'll write often?
- Every day, Mina, I promise.

And you'll write often.
You'll write often...

You'll write often...

Don't touch him.

(Dracula) Any of you.

Don't look at hlm. Leave him.

Back. Back.

You never loved me.

You never loved.

You never love.

Oh, yes, I have.

Come.

Shh. I need him for a while.

And then you shall have him.

He will be yours. All yours.

(Mina) When we're married.

(Jonathan) Just a moment's notice.

Now go.

I must awaken him.

And tonight, you can give us nothing?

Nothing?

(Men singing in distance)

(Whistles)

I expect you are anxious

to return to England?

I should llke to start back soon. It's true.

Very well.

Write a letter to your friend

and tell him that you have
already left the castle

and have arrived at Bistrtz,

where you are awalting the weekly express.

May I ask with what object, sir?

- The posts are few and uncertain.

Writing now will ease the minds of Mr Hawkins

and your fiancée.

- Count Dracula?

Yes.

I've been struck by a curious fact.

Yes?

I've not seen a single servant

sinoe I've been here,

yet my meals are served, my bed is made.

Tell me, are we alone in the castle?

Alone? How could one be

alone in this castle?

In its most remote corers, the past,

the livlng past is present, surrounding us.

That does not answer my question, sir.

I've been here for three weeks,

and I have not once stepped
outside the castle.

I would gladly have shown you the countryside

If you had expressed a wish to do so.

When would we have gone?

In the dead of night?

I've never set eyes on you
during the day.

I have a large estate to manage.

Nor have I seen you eat.

I eat alone.

And who would have driven the coach?

My driver.

You are lying, Count Dracula!

You are losing your temper, Mr Harker.

Who took me back to my room last night?

- Back to your room?
What do you mean?

I slept by mistake in the library.

I witnessed a...a nightmare

and woke up in my bed.

How dld I get there?

Am I to be held responsible

for a vivid imagination?

Now you tell me to write a letter

saying that I've already left the castle.
Why?

You're keeping me here against my will.
Why?

To Improve my English, Mr Harker,

as you very well know.

But if you wlsh to go,

by the time you pack your portmanteau,

my driver wlll be waiting for you

to take you wherever you wlsh.

(Wolf howls)

(Snarling & barking)

Count, you're playing cat and mouse with me.

I want to know the reason why.

You do not trust me?

No, I don't.

And trust is essential in human relationships.

Oh, two Slovaks have given me this.

It is full of strange hieroglyphics.

Have a look at it.
It might amuse you.

And do not forget to write

that letter as I told you.

(Insect buzzing)

(Buzzing stops)

Good evening, Mr Renfield.

Ah, yes.

Doctor.

Do come in.

See what I have here.

Yes.

That's a fine collection of flies.

When I have sufficient,

I shall start collecting spiders.

To eat the flies?

- Exactly.

Well, should you use most of the food

meant for you to attract insects?

I shall be compensated.

Well, I very much hope so.

Master? Master?

Are you coming soon?

Open this door!

Open this door!

Open this door!

(Bangs on door)

No. To England.

Never.

Oh. Aah!

Mina: Lucy!

Lucy! Lucy!

Perhaps we should be getting back now,
Lucy.

See if the evenlng post has arrived, I suppose.

Ooh.

I don't know what it is, but I have the most
uneasy feeling about Jonathan.

He said he'd write every day.

Afternoon, Miss Mina, Miss Lucy.

Afternoon, Mr Swales.

Sitting among the tombstones?

Do you know what lies was wrote on 'em?

Ha ha ha! Look here.

'Sacred to the memory of George Cannon.

'Falling off the cliffs of Whitby.

'Erected by hls sorrowing mother

to her dearly beloved son.'

(Laughs)

Really, Mr Swales.

I don't see anything funny in that.

Course you don't.

'Cause you don't know... You don't know his mother
was a hell cat who hated him.

Because he was hunchback!

Young Cannon committed suicide

rather than she get an insurance
she put on his life.

He stood on the edge of this cliff...

and he blew hls brains out.

Heh heh! So of course he fell over.

(Laughs)

Now, there's a dangerous sight for ya.

Dangerous?

The sky. There's a wind coming up.

Them clouds.

I've seen it all 'afore.

There's a stonn coming up over the horizon.

I've seen it 'afore.

I best get home and put up me shutters.

My service to you, ladies.

What a funny old man.

Scary in a way.

Oh, I don't think so, darling. just eccentric.

He needs to have an audience.

Perhaps he's right

Look at that cloud.

(Thunder)

I've never seen such a storm.

It's qulte frightening.

I love lightning.

I always think something exciting
is going to happen.

Ooh, look!

What?

I thought I saw a ship.

Where?

Quite dose to the rocks. Wait. Wait.

- There!
- Oh yes, I saw it!

- It's heading straight for the rocks.
- Oh, how terrible!

(Wood creaking)

'One of the puzzling aaftermaths
of last night's storm

was the discovery early in the morning

of the well-known figure of Skipper Swales.'

What?

'Hls body was lying on a gravestone
underneath a bench.'

Our bench!

'He'd been savaged by a dog.'

Oh, no.

'It is evident from the ship's log

that the crew had convinced themselves

that a strange man was haunting the ship.

Some took to the boats.

The remainder jumped overboard.

It was then that the Captain

lashed himself to the helm.'

- Isn't it exciting?
- I think I'd call it tragic.

Oh, that, of course, but exciting, too.

And frightening.

'Among the ship's cargo is a number

of great wooden boxes
filled with mould

and consigned to a Whitby solidtor

who took possession of them formally
this morning.'

But Whitby's such a quiet little place
as a rule.

The post!

I thlnk it's too bad of Jonathan not
to write her a proper letter.

I don't know what young people
are coming to.

Mummy, there may be
all sorts of reasons.

And letters do go astray.

Especially from abroad.

Well, I can't help feeling
there's something wrong.

- There's three for Mummy.
- Thank you, darling.

One for you, Lucy.

I've got one from Mr Hawkins.

It's from Quincey!

He's coming down for the weekend.

Oh, good. That'll be nice for you, dear.

- Mina?
- It's nothing really.

Mr Hawkins has had a letter from Jonathan.

What does it say?

That he's on his way home

and he's waiting for the express at Bistritz.

Well, when does he leave?

June the 18th.

But he should have been home weeks ago.

Lucy? Whatever's wrong?

(Growling)

Lucy?

(Man and woman moaning)

Ah!

Lucy!

Oh!

Lucy!

(Groanlng)

Lucy, darling. Lucy.

- Oh! No.
- Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up, now, Lucy!
Wake up!

What am I doing here?

You've been sleepwalking, darling.

It's all right

I'm going to take you home.

It's all right

Stand up. Let me fasten this.

Good girl.

It's all right.

Come on, Lucy. Let's go home now.

You're warm now.
It's all right.

Mlna, please, you must promise.

Oh, Lucy, don't you think that...

No. No, no.

Please.

You know...

You know Mummy's ill.

It would only worry her.

Don't tell her.

Very well, dearest.

I promise.

Come on, let's get you to bed properly now.

Take off your shawl.

Oh, you're cold.

Oh, dear, how careless of me.

What is it?

Oh, when I fastened the brooch,

I must have pricked you.

Oh, I didn't feel anything.

Why aren't you eating anything, darling?

Oh, don't fuss, Mother.

But you look so pale.

Doesn't she look pale, Quincey?

Mm-hm. She sure does.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I do have rather a headche.

It must be the excitement

of seelng Qulncey again.

Whoa there, little lady.

I sure hope that ain't the effect

I'll always have on you.

(Laughter)

Why don't you go to bed, darling?

Yes, I think I will, if nobody minds.

That's a sensible girl.

- Good night, darling.
- Goof night, mother.

Well, good night, sweetheart.

I sure hope you feel better
in the morning.

I'm sure I will.

Tomorrow, we'll go sailing

and we'll have a lovely time.

Sure.

Good night.

Oh, Quincey.

I can't tell you how worried we've been.

One day, so...

so happy and full of life.

The next, so white and...

Oh, I don't know.

Well, isn't it time she saw a doctor?

Yes. I think we should go back
to London at once.

You wouldn't mind, darling,
would you?

No, no, of course not.

And then Jack Seward could take a look at her.

That's just what I thought.

Well, Mina, it's such a lovely evening.

Why don't you and Quincey
stroll down to the promenade?

Well, I wonder if the American consulate
in Budapest

can help find out where Jonathan's gotten to.

Oh, Quin, do you think they could?

Well, It's worth a try.

See, they can start by making
inquiries at Bistriz.

Isn't that where you last
heard from him?

Yes, it is. I would appreciate it.
I'm so worried.

Well, I'll cable them just as soon
as I get back to London.

Oh, thank you.

Ohh. Shall we go back now?

Well, I guess it is turning a bit blowy.

- Let's go.
- Yes.

(Moaning)

(Gasps)

Lucy?

Sweet

What ls It?

Ohh. Oh, there you are.

Yes. Yes, dearest.

I must have been dreaming.

Yes, darling.

Tell me about it in the morning.

I shan't remember it
in the morning.

There was something tall...

with dark red eyes...

and there was something sweet in the air...

and yet very bitter.

And then my soul

seemed to go out of my body...

and float about the room.

And then...

you came and tucked me up in bed.

But I saw you do it before I felt it.

Isn't that funny?

Did Quin come into your dream?

Quin?

Quin?

Quincey, Lucy.

The man you're going to marry.

Quincey?

Oh, no.

I don't think it was Quincey.

Bowles?

- Sir?

Do you have any idea what the devil's
going on over there?

- What, at Carfax, sir?
- Yes. They've been at that all aftemoon.

(Bowles) They're ruddy heavy, them boxes.

What the devil's in them?

I mean, I could understand if
they were moving in furniture, but these...

Didn't a foreign gentleman buy that old place, sir,
the one that young Mr Jonathan went abroad to see?

Yes.

I tell you who's fascinated
by the whole thing, sir.

Oh, who?

Renfield.

Really?

It's time for the afternoon rounds, sir.

Yes, of course.

If a bird eats fifty spiders and every spider
eats fifty flies,

and each fly is a life,
how many lives has that bird...?

Fifty times fifty...

Hello, Mr Renfield.

How's the experiment going?

Flies, spiders, birds. Flies, spiders, birds.

Yes, I see. Yes.

Tell me, how did you manage to catch them?

They were sent to me.

By whom?

I'm not at liberty to disdose that.

Well, I see the spiders have
managed to get rid of most of the flies.

Naturally.

Um, Dr Seward?

Yes.

May I have a kitten?

(Buzzing)

Ohh.

Oh, come on, mate.
We can't have that.

Now come on, spit it out.
Come on, spit it out.

Why?

It is very wholesome.

It is full of rich, strong life!

It will give life to me!

Leave him, Bowles. Leave him.

A kitten, please?

Dr Seward, please? Please?

(Seward) Come and sit down.
Sit down.

Oh.

I don't think it's advisable, Mr Renfield.

Not... Not just at the moment.

Now, Mr Renfleid?

Mr Renfleid?

I'm golng to glve you an opiate,
I hope you'll drink it.

Of course I will, Doctor.

I know you are my friend.

I will do whatever you tell me.

Thank you.

Bowles wlll bring it along shortly.

Dlnner time.

My pretty's.

(Piano playing)

Oh, Mr Hawkins, you're smiling.

It's good news?

Yes, yes. Jonathan is safe.

And he's on his way home?

No, my dear. He's in Budapest.

I've had a message from the
American Consulate there.

Yes, yes, that was Quin's doing,
but couldn't Jonathan have written himself?

He's been quite ill, my dear.

He's in hospital.

Some terrible breakdown, it appears.

I must go to him.

I've already taken the liberty

of making your travel arrangements.

I'm having the tickets sent here by messenger.

Now, God protect you, my dear.

And a safe journey.

Oh, I must go and tell Mother straightaway.

Then I must pack.

Yes, yes, must pack and I...

Thank you, Mr Hawkins.

Thank you. Thank you.

(Crying)

I hear that Mina's found
her long-lost Jonathan.

Well now, nearly finished.

Look up for me.

Up at the ceiling.

Uh-huh.

And the hand?

There. All over. Quite painless.

Is there anything really wrong with me, John?

Not so far as I can make out.

There are none of the usual symptoms
of anaemla.

Wlll you tell Mother and Quincey that?

They're so worried.

Yes, I certainly shall.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming all this way.

My dear Lucy.

You don't know how glad
I always am to see you.

Good night, John.

I'm going to seek a second opinion.

But why, Jack?
We all have complete faith in you.

Thank you, Quincey, but there are certain
illnesses that lie outside my province.

Who do you suggest?

I think I can persuade my old professor
to come over from Amsterdam.

Not only is he a good friend,

he's also a brilliant dlagnostician.

And a spedalist in obscure diseases.

Good.

- Goodbye, Mrs Westenra.
- Goodbye, John.

Please, don't worry.
Goodbye, Quincey.

Goodbye, Jack.

The post office, please. Quickly.

(Knock on door)

Lucy, may I present
Professor van Helsing.

May I say how honoured I am at meeting

a young miss who is loved by so many people.

Thank you.

And this is Mr Holmwood.

Ah, yes, the fortunate groom to be.

Professor.

It is love that makes the world go round
and like most, er, most, er...

Clichés.

It ls true.

One thing strikes me very forcibly,

there are less smuts in London
than when I was here last.

(Giggles)

Oh, Professor you make
me feel better already.

You see. That terrible Dr Seward.

He says you're ghastly pale-

How can he know anything of young ladies?

Oh, you mustn't be unkind about dear John.

No, you're quite right, Mlss Westenra,
for he has kindly glven me shelter in his asylum,

but you see, the young do not
unburden themselves to the young.

To me, who is old,
I see many sorrows, the young ladies talk.

Lucy, I feel it ls my duty to warn you against
the blandishments of Professor van Helslng.

Mrs Westenra, may I plead with you
to take these two young men downstairs.

Offer them a glass of
sherry wine, perhaps?

Yes, of course. Come along, you two.

Young Miss Lucy and I want
to have a friendly chat. Do we not?

- Yes, Professor.
- Good.

So, we've passed all the facts that we know.

No functional causes.

No history of anaemia,

and so on and so forth.

But, of course, there is a cause for everything.

For instance, I notice you keep
putting your hand to your throat. No?

Why do you do that?

Why do you wear that
velvet band around it?

It's the fashion, Professor,

and the buckle was given to me by Quincey.

- He must be happy when you wear it?

Yes, he is.

But since he's not here, you may take it off.

Of course.

You should not hide so lovely a neck.

Hmm.

Those marks were caused by my sister
this summer at Whitby

when she pinned a shawl around me.

How long ago was that?

Just a few weeks ago.

Did it hurt?

No.

Has it hurt since?

No, it hasn't.

How did it come to pass that your sister
was pinning a shawl around you?

It was chilly.

And?

I was walking in my sleep.

I see.

Oh, well, that accounts for that.

And when you sleep, do you...

Do you have dreams?

Oh, yes, and at the time they frighten me,

but in the morning I can't
remember anything.

Do you think you could be worried
about your forthcoming marriage?

Oh, no.

I love Quincey very much.

Good. Now one last thing.

Would you allow me the liberty
of examining your teeth and throat?

Yes, of course.

Good. Now...

Good.

Good.

There. Finished.

But I shall be back in a day or two
even if you are better,

so that I can be charmed all over again.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir, Professor.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, no, no, no. Thank you.

After a single examination
I do not wish to diagnose,

but there is some memory stirring
in my old brain.

When we return to your asylum, John,

we will telegraph Amsterdam
for oertain of my books,

then we shall solve the mystery.

We certainly shall.

In the meantime, let me know at once
if there is any change.

Yes.

(Squeaking)

(Moaning)

- Quincey.
- How is she, Jack?

She must have a transfusion of blood.

Then I shall give it.

I'd give the last drop
of my blood for Lucy.

I do not ask as much as that,

but yes, let us prepare.
Coat off, sleeve rolled up.

(Groanlng)

Now, little lady, here ls your medicine.
See.

I lift you so that you
may swallow easily

Come now.

Drink up like a good child.

(Groaning weakly)

- Good evening.
- Hmm?

(Groaning)

Master.

What do you offer me?

More insects.

With steel and sapphire on their wings.

Yes, yes.

Moths with skull and crossbones
on their surface.

Oh! Yes, yes.

Blood.

Now...

Yes.

Life. Years of life.

Yes, yes. Lord and master.

Give me eternal life.

Ooh.

Mmm...

Lights?

Hmm?

Where's the doctor?

Well, he's not here tonight.

(Indistinct call
whistles)

(Pants)

(Indistinct call)

Fetch a straight waistcoat!

(Grunting)

Fetch a bandage!
He's cut my wrist!

The blood is the life.
The blood is the life.

And I shall live forever,
I shall live forever...

Yes, I agree, using garlic seems like nonsense,

but I sense something evil and I must
try everything to combat it.

Evil will not disappear
simply because we disapprove of it.

But what is the evil?

I believe there is a monster
in our midst.

Who it is, or where it comes from,

or what form it takes, I know not.

But of one thlng I am certain,

we must flnd out.

Even then, heaven knows if we
are in time to stop it.

Now, these are for you, Miss Lucy.

For me?

Yes, but they are not for you to play with.

They are medicine.

Ooh, do I have to eat them?

Oh, no, no, no. Do not make a face.

They are not for you
to take In a decoction.

This pretty little necklace, for instance,

is for you to wear around your neck

to help you to sleep.

Like the lotus flower, it will make
your troubles forgotten.

Why, sir, you must be putting
a joke on me.

These flowers are nothing
but common garlic.

I do not joke! There is purpose in all I do
and I must warn you,

do not thwart me.

Take care for the sake of others
if not for yourself.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my dear little Miss Lucy,
please forgive me.

There may be much virtue
iIn so common a flower.

Now, ah, good, John,
now we take some more...

and we repeat the process around...

carefully the keyhole and all around the...

all the way around the door, um...

Jamb.

- Jamb. Really?
- Umm.

Oh, very well.
The jamb of the door.

Thank you so much.

Is it...?

Is it what, Miss Lucy?

Is it some sort of spell?

Eh, a spell, yes, perhaps...
perhaps it is no more than that.

Oh, and take care not to disturb
your pretty little necklace, eh,

and even if the room feels very close,

do not on any account open the window or
the door once you have finally retired for the fight.

You understand?

- Promise.
- Good. Have you finished, John?

- I think so.
- Good. And under here?

Oh, no.

I don't thnk we should say anything

to Lucy's mother about what we are dong.

It will only make her more anxious.

I agree.

And to any questions, answer, 'doctor's orders.'

Very well.

So, tonight we can sleep in peace

and tomorrow young John and I wlll
come to see if my spell has worked.

Good night.

Good night. Lucy.

Don't leave me!

My dear, it'll be all right.

We must trust the doctor.

Good night.

(Tapping)

(Groaning)

Come on, come on.

Come to Mummy.

(Humming)

(Lucy groaning)

(Glass shatters)

(Growing)

Mother, what is it?

(Snarls
screams)

Mother!

(Growling)

Mother!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

(Crying) Oh, no!

(Birds twittering)

Poor girl.

The struggle is proving
too much for her.

Yes, I wish she hadn't insisted
on going to the funeral.

It upset her.

What could have happened
to make Mrs Westenra die of shock?

We shall probably never know.

John, look.

What?

Her throat.

Where are those marks that had
been there for nearly a month?

Good God, they're completely gone.

Overnight?

She's dying.

Go and fetch Quincey.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Oh, Quincey, my love.

I'm so glad you've come.

No, no, no.
Hold her by the hand.

It will. comfort her more.

I've been to see the house again, sweetheart.

It's gonna be all ready to move into
right after our honeymoon.

(Breathing heavily)

Oh, Quincey.

Oh, Quincey, my love.

I am so glad you've come.

Kiss me.

- Not on your life!
- What the...?

No, Quincey!

(Screaming)

Oh, Professor.

My true friend.

God...

give him peace.

I swear it, my dear young miss.

Come, Quincey, take her by the hand.

Klss her on the forehead but only once.

It is over. She's dead.

Oh, God.

Why? Why?

Oh, Quincey.

Come, come, Quincey, look at her.

Look at her well.

She doesn't look sick any more.

God is merciful.

She's at peace.
It is the end.

Not so, alas.

It is only the beginning.

- Isn't it wonderful
to be home again, my dearest?

- There were months when I thought
I'd never see you or England again.

- Won't Mummy and Lucy be surprised
when we tell them that we're married.

- Mm-hm.
We start house-hunting right away.

- Only Mina, promise me one thing.

- What, my darling?

- Promise me.

- (Glggling) What?

- Promise me that youwill never, as long
as we live,cook me Paprika Chicken!

- Paprika Hendle?
Nein, nein!

(Laughter)

Now, my good man, what do I owe you?

Oh, my God!

Look, look!

It's only the cab driving away.

No, no, he took no money.

It... It's hlm. It's...

Jonathan, it's all right.

Don't worry now.

But you don't understand.

It was Count Dracula.

Yes, darling.

Let's go indoors.

Oh, my God.

I thought I had imagined it all.

(Sobs)

There was just no way of letting you know

how ill she'd become.

When was the funeral?

The day before yesterday.

Such terrible homecoming,

my dear young people.

You must believe we did everything
we could.

Dr Seward and I have an assignation.

We must take our leave.

(Sobs)

Get the candles, John.

Please light them.

What are you doing?

As you see.

And then?

Cut off her head.

What? Mutlilate her body!

Why? It's monstrous.

Friend John, I know you loved her,

but there are certain things of
which you have little knowledge.

I do nothing without good cause.

The body's not there.

That is good logic as far as it goes.

Come.

Now, l will tell you what I believe
and then we must speak with Quincey.

Body snatchers.

With a key to the vault.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Try again, young friend.

John, look.

Good Lord.

Hello.

Well, now, what have we here?
Hm?

I've been with a blueful lady.

Blue... Blueful?

Bluef...?

- Do you mean beautiful perhaps?
Do you?

Yes.

Don't you think it is time

that you were at home?

Yes.

Good. What have you got there?

Oh, for me?
Thank you. Good.

Well, now.
Up you come and off we go.

My, my, what a handsome
young man you are.

I've been with a blueful lady.

Yes? Ah.

My God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Not so soon.

First I must ask you, are you willing to believe
what John Seward and myself have told you?

I'm sorry, Professor.

I reckon I find it impossible.

The wounds on the throat of that child,

do they suggest nothing to you

concerning the death of Miss Lucy?

Are you saying that those small holes
in the child's throat

were made in the same way as Lucy's?

Alas, no. I am not.

Well, what in Pete's name are you saying?

They were made by Miss Lucy.

You're insane.

She has already jolned
the ranks of the undead.

The undead?

The Nosferatu.

The walking dead.

Those who cannot die,

who are cursed with immortality,

who must go on age after age

adding new vlctlms,

multiplying the evils of the world.

You see, Quincey,

she became the prey of a vampire.

She is now a vampire herself.

And now I must tell you the terrible thing

I propose to do.

No. Now, Quincey, you take this.

OK, Professor.

Look!

(Snarling)

(Thunder crashes)

God, no. That can't be Lucy.

Not your Lucy, my friend. No.

(Growling and screaming)

Come to me, Quincey.

Come, my love.

Leave these others,

and we can rest together for eternity.

No!

(Screaming)

Answer me, friend, Quincey,

am I to proceed with my work?

(Anguished screaming)

It is dawn. We can begin our work.

John, the bags.

John.

John, please. Thank you.

Thank you, Quincey.

When this undead lady
becomes truly dead,

then her soul shall again be free

and she shall take her place
among the angels.

So, John.

Thank you.

It will be a blessed hand that
shall strike the blows.

No!

Brave young friend.

A moment's courage and it is done.

So, place the point over the heart

Llke so.
Take the stake in your left hand...

take the hammer
in your right hand...

and when I begin to read
the prayer for the dead

strike in God's name...

so that the undead shall pass away.

(Speaking Latin)

(Screaming)

It is done.

Quincey, it's all over. It's all over.

I'm all right, Jack.

Good.

Come, Quincey.

Let me show you something.

Lucy... No longer is she the devil's undead,

but God's true dead.

Your soul is with him.

John, take Quincey back to the house.

Glve him a stiff brandy, make him rest.

I shall complete the exorcism

and we shall all meet tomorrow.

Come, Quincey.

So, there is no doubt in any of our minds

that Mr Jonathan's journal and Madame Mina's

account of our summer days in Whitby

prove that Count Dracula

is a vampire and in this country?

No doubt at all.

Good. Your journey to Whitby,

was it rewarding?

I think so.

I spoke to the harbour master,

the local solicitor.

50 boxes of earth were brought ashore

from the wreck and delivered to Carfax.

I don't grasp the significance

of these boxes or the earth.

It is only on earth that has once been

consecrated, once been, er...

Hallowed?

Exactly. Thank you.

Earth that has once been hallowed
that a vampire can first seek sanctuary.

And where does this earth come from?

From the graves of Castle Dracula.

From the Count's ancestors.

From his children, his children's children.

All hallowed grounds in the eyes of God.

And we must stamp out this terrible
and mysterious enemy.

Do we fight?

What say you?

I answer for Mina and myself.

You can count me in, Professor.

I will do whatever I can, of course.

(Buzzing)

(Buzzing stops)

Little fly, by summer's play,

my thoughtless hand hath brushed away.

Am not I a fly like thee?

Art not thou a man like me?

For I dance and drink and sing...

'Til some blind hand
shall brush my wing.

Mr Renfield.

Mr Renfield, I'd like to introduce you

to Mrs Harker.

Good evening.

How do you do?

You're the doctor, you're the lady.

I myself am an instance of a man

who once held a strange belief.

Indeed, Mr Renfield?
What was that?

I used to fancy that by consuming
a multitude of living things,

I could prolong llfe indefinitely.

Isn't that so, Doctor?

That is so, Mr Renfield.

And do you no longer hold that belief?

Ooh, I have some advice
on the subject of Madame Mina.

Jonathan.

Her help has been all important,

but new she must have no more
to do with this terrible affair.

The risk is too great.
She is too predous.

And we men will act all the more free
knowing that she is not in danger.

Very well, I'll take her back to Hampstead

and then return here.

We'll use the skeleton keys.
Operate on this lock.

It appears the Count has a penchant
for stacking his boxes in holy places.

Jonathan, you know layout of the house
and grounds.

ls there a chapel?

- Yes, there is.

Good.
Then lead us to it.

(Speaking Latin)

(Coughing)

God in heaven.

The stench!

(Coughing)

Sickening.

Let's try this.

Every breath exhaled by that monster

clings to the place.

Look.

es.

Come, quick.

We will open the boxes one by one,

and I will sterilise the earth.

How, Professor?

Wlth this. Consecrated host.

I have permission.

With partticles of the host,

I shall sterilise the boxes,

sanctify them so that never more
can he lie in them.

Come, Quincey, open the bag.

Get to work, quickly.

(Squeaking)

My God, look!

What is it?

Where?

There, in the corner.

(Dog barking, distant)

Jonathan?

You are so young.

So lovely.

So, after our vilsit last night
to the Carfax house,

at least we know that
29 boxes out of the 50

have been sanctified

and rendered harmless.

The Count can no longer find refuge there.

But...where are the 21 boxes

that have been removed?

Sorry I'm late.

Poor Mina's not feeling very well.

I told her to stay in bed for a while.

John, Mina's very anxious
to speak with your patient Renfield again.

She thinks that there might be some kind
of a link between him and the Count.

That he may talk to her openly.

What do you think, Professor?

I don't know.

I don't know. It might work.
It might help.

Oh, thank you.

She felt the evenlng
mlght be the most rewarding time.

Very well, I'll arrange it.

Oh, good.

Say, listen, everybody.

I've got in touch with Carter Patterson.

They tell me they picked up those
21 boxes from Carfax

and delivered them to an address
in Mayfair.

It's 21a Chesterfield Close.

Mayfair! Well done, young Quincey.
Well done.

That shall be our next port of call.

And now...

how about a nice cup of cocoa?

Thank you, Professor.

There's a young lady
to see you, Mr Renfield.

I'll be nearby when you're ready to leave, Miss.

If you take my meaning.

Thank you.

Good evening, Mr Renfield.

Who are you?

I'm Mrs Harker. We spoke yesterday.

Where?

In the garden. I was with Dr Seward.

I was very interested in what you were
saying about eternal life.

You look different today.

Do I?

Quite different.

Tell me again, more about your theories.

Flies and spiders and so on.

The wings of a fly are typical
of the aerial powers of the psychic faculties.

Yes, I can see the analogy.

The ancients dld well to typify

the soul as a butterfly.

Are you interested in souls, Mr Renfield?

Of course I'm not!

Llfe is all I want.

But doesn't each life possess a soul?

What?

Even a fly and the sparrow?

Can one take a life

without being responsible for the soul?

Why do you go on about souls?

I don't want to know about souls.

I had a terrible dream last night.

You're trying to confuse me.

Mr Renfield, will you help me?

Why?

I feel we understand each other.

In this dream I had,

dogs were barking on the heath.

I thought I heard you shouting, protesting.

I didn't understand what
you were saying.

I dreamt that my life was being
slowly drained away,

and that when I had no more blood,

my soul would never find peace.

Your soul?

Yes.

What do you think, Mr Renfield?

That in some way I could have
been so sinful

that I must spend my afterlife in purgatory?

I pray God I may never see
your sweet face again.

May He bless you and keep you.

Be gone.

Goodbye, Mr Renfield.

Dr Seward.

Thank you, Bowles.

Dr Seward! Dr Seward!

You must let me go at once from here.

Go, Mr Renfield?
But why?

Now, this very hour.

Let them take me in a straight waistcoat.

Manaded. Leg-ironed.

Even to prison! Let me go!

Is it something Mrs Harker said
that's upset you?

If I were free,

I shouldn't hesitate a moment to tell you,

but I'm not my own master.

Let me go. Let me go.

I'm afraid we shall have to wait until
the morning to discuss it.

I'm not a lunatic In a mad fit.

I'm a sane man fighting for his freedom.

Now, come, Mr Renfield.

No more of this. Come.

I want you to go to your room.

Try to behave more discreetly.

Dr Seward...

I trust you'll do me the honour

to remember

that when this night is out,

I dld what I could to convince you.

Renfield.

I could have been so sinful

that I must spend my afterlife in purgatory.

Why dld you refuse

what I have sent you?

I do not want you here.

Why?

If thought is life

and strength and breath

and the want of thought is death,

then am I a happy fly

If I live or if I die?

You should be overjoyed

by what I have sent you.

You've sent me nothing.

Look at me. Look at me.

I have sent you a human being.

A living person.

She's initiated.

Take from her and give to her.

The two of you
will live forever.

God give me strength.

Aah!

He has previously shown
the same growing excitement

as, for example, when he asked for a kitten.

Thls excite...

(Renfield screaming)

I would not send her soul to purgatory.

Whose? Whose?

He has started...

with Mrs Harker.

Oh, God, Mina.

Go to her. Go to her.

Go to her.

Oh, my God.

Take my soul to your bosom.

(Gurgling)

Bowles, get my carriage, please, quickly.

Yes, slr.

We must get to Hampstead.

Jonathan?

Jonathan!

Wake up. Wake up, Jonathan.

Your husband will. not awake.

I need your blood.

I need.

(Moans)

Please, please...

do not help these men

to fight against me.

They are superstitious fools.

They've been losing for 2,000 years.

Do you know the significance of the kiss?

You are nourishment to me.

Blood of my blood.

Flesh of my flesh.

My beautiful wine press.

We shall cross land and sea together.

Land and sea.

Come.

Come.

Yes, take from me. Take.

Drink. Drink, drink.

Life. Life.

Drink. Drink.

Drink. Drink.

Fools.

Fools!

(Laughs)

What's the matter?

Jonathan!

No!

What's happened?

Unclean, unclean!

Professor, what are you doing in here?
John?

The Count has been here.

Why didn't you wake me?

I tried! I tried!

- Mina, that blood.

Yes.

I mustn't touch you!

I mustn't kiss you!

Madame Mina, my dear,
have no fear.

God will protect you.

And we shall now invoke Hls help

by touching your forehead...

with the holy Eucharist.

(Speaking Latin)

(Screaming)

Unclean.

Even the Almighty shuns me.

(Sobs)

Professor?

Ah, thank you.

My books tell me that he was
an extraordinary man.

A soldier, a cunning statesman,

no branch of study
was too difficult for him.

And the power of hls brain

has survived his death.

(Speaking Latin)

Amen.

But he shall not escape.

We shall corner him,

and we shall drive the stake

through his heart.

I pray God that I may do the deed.

God wlll act in Hls own way,

and in Hls own time.

(Speaking Latin)

Yes, yes, it always sounds more convincing
in Latin, Professor. Doesn't it?.

You give an order to retreat.

We guard ourselves from your touch.

Using a cross as a talisman?

An instrument of torture and humiliation.

A symbol of trouble and trial

by which our Christian faith ls tested.

You seek to destroy me.
Why?

Because of what you are
and what you've done.

We must survive.
All of us.

The blood of a human for me,

a cooked blrd for you.

Where is the difference?

The difference between good and evil.

I am bound to this earth.

I make it my domain.

You will die in a miserable allotted span.

I have centuries before me.

Why in God's name did you
ever leave your castle?

We must recruit dlsciples,
just as your leader has done.

You shall not capture any more souls.

Souls?
(Chuckles)

There is no blood to drink from souls.

If there be such things.

We are pledged to rid the world of you.

It will not be easy.

I do not die like the bee

when I sting once.

I become stronger.

Vampires are nourishment to one another.

Beautiful, fundamental nourishment...

and your wife, Mr Harker,

ls mine already.

Do you think you will leave me

with no place to rest?

(Thunder)

I know that you must fight,

but it must not be a fight of hate.

That poor soul who's brought about all
this misery is the saddest one of all.

Mlna, how can you say such things?

If I could send hls soul to
burning hell forever, I would do it!

Hush, Jonathan.

You must be pitiful to hlm,

just as someday you may have
to be pitiful to me.

Also...

I believe the Count

can somehow force me

to tell him what I know

and be in league against you.

I don't believe that.

No?

Do you think that I don't look at myself
in the mirror?

Oh, dearest, don't.

Yes, yes, we must face facts,

however unpleasant.

Tell me, how many boxes
did you find at Burmondsey?

Eight.

And at the Mile End?

Four.

And sanctified them all?

- Yes.

One box left.

Madame Mina, you are the wisest of us all...

So tell us, where do you think the last box is?

There's only one place
he'd feel really safe.

Stop here. Stop, whoa.

We cannot be far from
our destination.

We will take the short cut.

Come on.

Madame Mina?

Yes, sir, Professor?

How did you know this is the short cut
to Castle Dracula?

From Jonathan's account of his
journey, of course.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Your meal is ready,
Herr Professor.

Good. Good.

Splendid.

Ah!

-Here you are.

Well, how charming.

Thank you.

Ohh.

And yours, my dear little chef?

No, I have to confess I was so hungry
I've already eaten.

Ah.

Excuse me.

Mm. Perfect.

(Laughter)

I'm cold.

I'm cold!

(Crying)

It is almost dawn.

Come to the fire, Madame Mina,
and get warm.

Come along. Come along.

I cannot!

Yes.

You are safe here.

It is for you, I fear.

For me?

None safer from them than me.

I, too, am their sister.

Come. Come with us, sister.

Come... Come with us...

Come...come...come...

Sister. Come. Sweet sister.

Come sweet sister. Come.

Sweet sister, come.

Come with us.

Come sweet sister.
Come...

Come. Come with us.

(Growling)

(Screaming)

(Neighing)

(Thunder)

Ohh. Oh, dear.

Thank you.

- There's the sun.

Yes, thanks be to God.

Now, you can safely sleep, Madame Mina...

until the sun sinks again.

Where are you going, Herr Professor?

I have work to do at the castle.

(Screams)

Come on!

(Distant screams)

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Jonathan, I think you should try upstream.

The hour has come, Madame Mina.

Are you afraid?

No, of course not.

I'm in your hands.

We are both of us in God's hands.

Ah!

(Neighing)

Ah!

(sruntlns)

Ah!

Ahhh!

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Oh, Madame Mina, well done.

Madame Mina, quick. Quickly, come.

(Yelling)

Quincey!

Quincey! Were you hurt?

(Grunts)

Quincey?

Lie down. Lie down. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, boy, whoa!

Quickly, quickly, John, the box.

Quickly, quickly, the sun has but one
more flicker and it will be gone!

Ah!

Sunset.

(Screams)

(Neighing)

Jonathan, wait.

Dust to dust.

Ashes to ashes.

Look, there's no more mark.

Jonathan, is it really true?

It is true.

You have nothing more fear.

Thank you, God, for protecting us

and for all your mercies

and for choosing us
to be your instruments for good.

Amen.

(All) Amen.