All language subtitles for Wrath Of Dracula English

- Dearest Mina, forgive
the brevity of this note

but I am desperately
short of time.

Since my arrival
here in Transylvania,

nothing has been as I expected.

Every door is locked and bolted.

I therefore must conclude

that I am prisoner
here at Castle Dracula.

The Count himself
offers no solace.

I was led to believe
he lived here alone,

but there are others.

- Jonathan.

I'm concealing this letter
in a package of documents

concerning the Count's
property purchase,

which is to be mailed to the
firm's offices in London.

I can only pray
that some kind soul

will send it on to you.

Yours always, Jonathan.

- My dearest Lucy,

forgive this letter not
being in my own hand,

but I am attempting to get to
grips with the typing machine

that Jonathan
purchased recently,

so that I might help
him keep his journals.

In future, I plan to keep my
own journal in the same way.

I do not suppose it'll be of
much interest to other people,

but I may show it
to Jonathan someday

if there's anything
worth sharing.

Speaking of Jonathan, I've
received nothing from him

since he departed for
Transylvania, but I
expect he is busy.

It must be so nice to
see strange countries.

London can sometimes
feel so stifling.

Ah, Emily, there you are.

- There's someone
at the door, ma'am.

- At this hour?

- He said it was urgent.

- I apologise for the letter

having been opened, Mrs. Harker.

A young colleague received
your husband's package

and failed to notice
that this particular item

was addressed to you.

- It says here he's
being held prisoner.

- Yes, that is rather
concerning, I must say.

- So what are you
going to do about it?

- Mrs. Harker, the firm
is not legally obliged

to provide assistance in
a situation such as this.

- Legally obliged?

- As you can see,
under the terms

of Mr. Harker's
employment with the firm,

any and all overseas
travel is undertaken

entirely at the individual
employee's own risk.

- How could you make him
sign something like this

and then send him
to Transylvania?

- Well, we are a firm
of lawyers after all.

- If they won't help Jonathan,

I'll just have to do it myself.

- Do what, ma'am?

- Go to Transylvania.

- Where is Transylvania exactly?

- That's a good question.

Here it is.

- What's that?

- It's Jonathan's
travel itinerary.

He had me type it
up before he left,

but I still kept the
original handwritten copy.

- Are you sure
about this, ma'am?

- I have no more discussion
on the matter, Emily.

I intend on traveling
for Transylvania

first thing in the morning.

Let's see.

"Take the morning train
from London to Dover,

followed by small steamship
to the Port of Calais.

Once in France, take the
Orient Express to Romania

via Munich and Vienna,
crossing the border

into Transylvania by carriage.

Once in the countryside,
local drivers will be familiar

with the location
of Castle Dracula,

and can deliver you
directly to the door."

- Good Lord, where on
earth did you get that?

- It belonged to my
husband's father.

- And his father before
him, I should think.

It's an antique.

- Still works, I assure you.

- You're English?

- Yes.

I traveled here
overnight from London.

- Alone?

- Yes.

- I've been away from
London for three years,

so perhaps things have changed,

but I didn't think it was
customary for English ladies

to greet a gentleman by
pointing a pistol at him.

- Sorry, I only thought to keep
myself safe from the wolves.

- Transylvania has
the largest population

of wolves in the world,

and you'll need a good
deal more than that pistol

to keep yourself safe here.

- What do you mean?

- Do you know quite
where you are, madam?

- Of course I do.

The only thing I'm not sure
of is to whom I'm speaking.

- But of course.

My name is Van Helsing.

Professor Van Helsing.

- Mina Harker.

Mrs.

- Mrs. Harker.

You say you traveled here from
London without your husband?

- I'm just as capable of
finding my way here as any man.

And besides, I had
no alternative.

My husband was already here.

- Here?

You mean, here at
Castle Dracula?

- Yes.

- Inside the castle?

- Yes, and I intend to join him

and find out exactly
what's going on.

- There'll be no
answer at this hour.

You could try during
the hours of darkness,

but I would strongly
advise against it.

There's a small inn just a
mile back down the mountain,

where I have managed to
arrange accommodation

for a few nights.

You'd be much safer there.

- I thank you for your
advice, Professor.

But I really do think-

I really do think that
securing accommodation

might be the most
sensible option.

- It's this way.

Mrs. Harker, your suitcase.

- Oh.

Yes it is, thank you.

- What time is it?

- Just turned six o'clock.

- No church bells.

We've not seen a single
soul since we came here.

Is this entire
village abandoned?

- On the contrary.

Behind every shuttered
window and locked door

is a family trying to get by.

- Why don't they come out?

- It's almost dusk.

Come along, Mrs. Harker.

The inn is this way.

- Two beer.

I've spoken to the inn-keeper,

and there is a room available
for you upstairs if you wish.

- You seem very
well-informed, Professor.

How long have you
been in Transylvania?

- Just a few days.

- Do you have some sort of
business with Castle Dracula?

- Business?

Yes.

Unfinished business.

I've been pursuing Count
Dracula these past three years.

He led me a merry dance
right across Europe

and into the Orient,
where I followed,

down the length of
the Yangtze River

to the City of Shanghai,

where I put a stop to
his nefarious activities.

From there, he boarded
a boat to Persia,

where I forced him into a
retreat, overland via Russia,

back to his ancestral home,

that crumbling
castle you saw today.

- And you're quite
sure he's here now?

- Oh, yes.

Just a few days ago, a
young girl from the village

disappeared on their
way home at night.

No doubt, spirited
away to Castle Dracula

for Lord only
knows what purpose.

- Then my suspicions
were correct.

The Count, he's a
villain of some sort.

- A villain.

Yes.

Most assuredly, he is that.

- What has Jonathan got
himself mixed up in?

- You said he'd managed to
gain entry to the castle.

- My husband is a solicitor.

Apparently, the Count
was in the process

of buying some
property in London.

- London!

So that's his plan.

My dear Mrs. Harker,
he must be stopped.

- What do you mean?

- Per square mile,

London is the most
populous city in the world.

If Count Dracula were
allowed to prosper there,

God knows what havoc
he would create

if his evil were
to be let loose.

- What evil?

Who exactly is
this Count Dracula?

- Let us speak
privately, Mrs. Harker.

Upstairs.

The people here are a
superstitious and fearful kind.

Not only that, there may be some

whose allegiance
lies with the Count.

There is room
similar to this one

directly across the
corridor, Mrs. Harker.

I've taken the liberty of
placing your suitcase there.

Now, please take
a seat, my dear.

I'd like to show you something.

- What's this?

- I fear, Mrs. Harker,

that if I were to
tell you everything

I know of Count Dracula, you
would simply not believe me.

I therefore suggest you
preface our discussion

by looking at chapter
seven of this publication.

- "Pseudomonarchia Daemonum"?

What does that mean?

- Well, it's Latin.

Surely you have a basic
competency in Latin?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Good Lord.

What do they teach young
ladies in school these days?

- Needle work and the
pianoforte, mainly.

- It means "The False
Monarchy of Demons."

- Demons?

- This book is over
a hundred years old.

It lists 69 known
types of demons,

devils, and creatures
of the occult.

There, chapter seven.

- What's that?

- The lamia was a being
known to the ancient Greeks.

Part woman, part beast.

She fed on the
blood of innocents

after satisfying her
earthly desires with them.

- Earthly desires?

- Do I need to speak more
plainly, Mrs. Harker?

- No, please don't.

This has to be the stuff of
myths and legends, surely?

It can't exist today.

- I wish that were true.

- So what does this have
to do with the Count?

- The Count is old, Mrs. Harker.

Older than me.

Older even than this book.

- That's not possible.

- When he was a young man,

Count Dracula encountered
a creature such as this.

Entranced by her
beauty, he fell in love.

And the lamia, once satisfied,

pierced his flesh with her
teeth and drank his blood.

For a normal man, this
would've meant instant death.

But such was the passion
of the young Count

that on the brink of death,

he willingly drank the blood
of the lamia in return.

He did not die.

And in fact, he will never die.

He remains, to this day,

in a perpetual state
known as 'undead'.

He is, Mrs. Harker, a vampire.

- Jonathan.

Who is Mina, Jonathan?

- Mina?

- You were saying her name.

- My wife.

I must get home to her.

- No.

You don't need her, Jonathan.

All you need is us and
our master forever.

- How do you know all this?

- This is my journal of
the last three years.

Everything I've learned from
every encounter with Dracula.

- What's this?

- Oh, nothing.

There was a small
village I passed through

between here and Bucharest.

I asked the villagers
about vampires

and the only thing they wanted
to speak about was this.

Some local legend of
men turning into wolves

during the full moon.

I simply made a drawing of
what was described to me.

- Do you believe in it?

- My experience has taught me

to keep an open mind
about such things.

Three years ago, I
never would've believed

such a being as
Dracula could exist.

But now, there is no doubt.

Where are you going?

- To find my husband.

If this horror is real, then
there isn't a moment to spare.

- You would march up
to Dracula's castle

in the midst of a storm?

Alone?

My dear Mrs. Harker, you
haven't even a chance

of gaining entry to the place.

And if by some chance you did,

I'm quite certain you would
never make it out alive.

Now is not the time for
incautious, impulsive action.

I told you, I have pursued
Dracula for three years,

and each time I came this
close to him, he eluded me,

leaving a trail of death
and misery in his wake.

- I have so much to learn.

- To learn?

- If I'm to help you.

- My dear Mrs. Harker,
this is not your battle

nor a battle for any
young woman to undertake.

- I have my
father-in-law's pistol.

- Useless against a
creature such as Dracula.

- Well, then, what
would you have me do?

- Go home, Mrs. Harker.

Go back to your needlework
and your pianoforte.

Leave this business
to a professional man.

- Maria, Frida, Ilsa.

How dare you touch him?

Any of you?

How dare any of you
cast your eyes on him

when I had forbidden it?

- But master-

- Do not test me further, Maria.

Take him downstairs.

There must be no trace
of him in this room.

- This afternoon, I
encountered a most fascinating

young woman, Mrs. Mina Harker.

Fascinating not least
because her husband,

one Jonathan Harker,
is at this very moment

a guest or prisoner
of the Count.

I found Mrs. Harker to
be somewhat impressive

in her accomplishments,
having made her way alone

to the very foot of Castle
Dracula in a matter of days,

a journey that has taken
me these past three years.

However, I fear her
youthful impetuousness,

however endearing, will
carry her only so far.

She is wholly unprepared
for what awaits her

within the castle walls.

Mrs. Harker.

Oh, I do apologize
for the intrusion.

- Just say whatever it is
you've come to say, Professor.

- Well, you left
your overcoat behind

and I accidentally
stumbled upon this letter

from your husband in
one of the pockets.

- Give me that.

- Yes, of course.

- Is that all?

- I'm afraid I couldn't help

but take in the
contents of the letter.

Your husband speaks of three
others besides the Count.

- Yes.

- Mr. Harker's language
is deliberately oblique.

But I believe these
others to be, well, women.

- Women?

- As we discussed,

Dracula is a creature
of evil, of the night.

But he's also a man, with a
man's weakness for beauty.

For as long as I
have pursued him,

the Count has kept by his
side one or more women,

his brides, who he
compels to serve him.

- Compels them how?

- Oh, do not
underestimate his allure,

his pure animal magnetism.

Let him under your skin
and he can tempt you

with desires you never
knew you possessed.

Once under his control,

he supplies these women with
a little of his own blood

to transfer into them the
same lust for earthly pleasure

that resides within him.

- And what are these women
doing with my husband?

- Mrs. Harker, I mentioned
to you that I have so far

pursued Count Dracula for
three years without success.

- Yes.

- Well, it has occurred to me
that someone such as yourself,

that is to say a young lady
might have a certain advantage

with regard to the possibility

of obtaining a degree of
proximity to the Count.

- Professor.

Are you asking me for my help?

- Yes, Mrs. Harker.

I am.

- And in return for my help,

you will help me
find my husband?

- But of course.

You understand you may be
placed in very great danger.

You are stepping
into a battleground

for which you are
terribly ill-prepared.

- Then you must prepare me.

- Prepare you?

Yes, yes.

There's so much
you need to learn

about the ways of the vampire.

And you must be
prepared physically,

in case there should be a need
to act in a moment of danger.

- To act?

- To kill a vampire,
Mrs. Harker.

To drive a wooden stake
through the ribcage

and into the beating heart

of a blood-sucking
creature of the night,

to sever its head at the neck
and to burn its body to ash.

And for all this, and
more, you must be prepared.

Can you accept
such a proposition?

- Yes.

- Then rest well, Mrs. Harker,

for tomorrow morning,
we begin your training.

- I look forward to it.

But before I sleep, I must
make a start of my journal.

- You keep a journal?

- I've just begun to,

although I didn't
imagine I'd have events

such as these to record in it.

- You brought that thing with
you all the way from London?

No wonder your
suitcase was so heavy.

I could barely lift it.

- Well, I didn't expect there

to be so much walking involved.

- Good night, Mrs. Harker.

Sleep well.

- At the foot of Castle Dracula,

I encountered a quite
extraordinary gentleman

with whom I've formed
a tentative alliance.

Professor Van Helsing,
for that is his name,

revealed a great deal of
information about the Count,

which seems almost
impossible to believe,

yet there's something about him.

The very poise of his
head strikes one at once

is indicative of
thought and power.

The professor is either
a genius or a mad man,

and I'm left to ponder which.

What are we doing out
here at the crack of dawn?

- I wanted to know the
exact time the sun rises.

- Shouldn't I be inside
studying one of your books?

- I told you, Mrs. Harker.

You must prepare your
body as well as your mind.

But I do have a book
for you to study.

- Is this supposed to
be some kind of writing?

- The text is
Chinese, Mrs. Harker.

- I can't read this.

- There are illustrations.

I saw with my own eyes,

the practitioners of
these special exercises

perform feats of almost
superhuman ability,
crushing bricks,

splitting wooden planks
with their bare hands.

Not that I expect you
to accomplish such feats

in the short time
we have available,

but these ancient
techniques of the Orient

will prepare you for
the physical onslaughts

that may face us
in Castle Dracula.

Now, I must leave this with you

and continue with
my own studies.

- If this is some sort
of test, Professor.

I assure you, I mean to pass it.

I'm not dressed for this.

- What on earth are you wearing?

- Courtesy of the in-keeper.

You know, I now
realize why gentlemen

outperform ladies
in so many fields.

Our dresses are holding us back.

So a vampire can only be killed

by piercing its heart
or severing its head?

- Yes.

And they may also be harmed
by direct exposure to sunlight

and weapons of solid silver.

To go up against one with
anything else is futile.

These are the essential
tools of the vampire hunter.

A wooden stake with
which to pierce the heart

and a hammer to
drive it into place.

- It's heavy.

- As it must be, to drive the
stake through the sternum.

This is why we must build
the strength in your arms.

- And these?

- The crucifix is also
an essential tool.

Vampires, although
impervious to most suffering,

do have some limitations
on their power.

A vampire may not cross
the threshold of a building

unless invited to do
so by someone inside.

The crucifix, as a symbol of
the power of good over evil,

offers some protection to
the one who carries it.

When you hold the
crucifix aloft,

a vampire cannot approach you.

- And the mirror?

- Useful for detecting
the presence of a vampire

before they attack, for a
vampire casts no reflection.

- Just checking.

- Please, Mrs. Harker.

I do not show you these
items for your amusement,

but possibly to save your life.

Now, please show me again
how you hold the hammer.

You still find it heavy?

I thought as much.

To which end, I have
constructed a little something

in your room to assist you

in strengthening
your arms and wrists.

But, I must warn you,

you may find the effort
painful at first.

- Professor, I'm as
determined to rescue Jonathan,

as you are to destroy the Count.

And I'm not going to let little
discomfort stand in my way.

- Young Mrs. Harker
continues to progress.

With each passing day,
my confidence grows

that my decision to
allow her to assist me

in my mission was a good one.

My only concern is her fixation

on retrieving her husband
from Castle Dracula.

Whilst totally understandable,

I fear her hope of
finding him unharmed

is quite unrealistic.

Though I keep my
thoughts to myself.

In truth, I do not hold out

any hope of finding
the young man alive.

- The professor's
strange training methods

are most invigorating.

I feel quite certain the
day is fast approaching

when the professor will declare
my training to be complete.

- Have you packed
everything I suggested?

- Yes.

- There's just one more thing.

- I thought you
said it was useless.

- Perhaps not entirely so.

- What are these?

- Silver bullets.

As many as I could fashion
from the silver tip of my cane.

There's a fourth bullet already
in the barrel of the pistol.

If your husband's
letter is correct,

this gives us one
bullet for each vampire,

the three brides,
and Dracula himself.

Now, place all these
in your suitcase.

Conceal them well.

We must be careful to
avoid arousing suspicion.

- And do you have a plan to
get us inside the castle?

- I do.

It'll involve a ruse.

And once inside the castle,

the ruse must be
continued until sunrise.

Then we will seek out the
Count's resting place.

But until then, whatever
happens, whatever you encounter,

you must play along.

It may be that along
with your husband's life,

the lives of many thousands of
innocent people are at stake.

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

- You are going
to Castle Dracula?

- Yes, but we do plan
to return, I assure you.

Would you like me to
pay for the rooms first?

- There is no charge for rooms

if you do one thing for me.

This is my daughter, Maria.

Four years ago, I
received note from Count

to make delivery of
glass bottles to castle

with much gold in recompense.

I was greedy.

I sent Maria to make
delivery of glass bottles.

I never see her again.

- You never searched for her?

- I tried.

I tried to gather a group
of men from village.

But men here, very weak.

They live in fear of the castle.

- With good reason.

- If you find my Maria,
please bring her back to me.

- We'll do what we can.

- Thank you.

- Remember everything I've said.

Whatever happens,
you must play along.

Ah, good evening, my dear.

My name is Professor Freudstein,

my carriage lost a wheel
somewhere down the road.

And well, it's rather late.

And I was wondering whether
perhaps you might be able

to offer some accommodation
for the night.

- Our master does
not allow guests.

- We'd really be most grateful.

- Yes, this is my niece.

- Mina.

- Yes, it's just the two of us.

We were on a research trip
to study rare wildlife

in the Carpathian
Mountains, and well,

we seem to have taken
a wrong turn somewhere.

- It's really very late.

We're sorry to disturb you,
but we have nowhere else to go.

What's happening?

- I believe she's
checking with her master.

- Beautiful room.

And my uncle?

- We have many rooms.

My sister Ilsa
will attend to him.

- But he'll be nearby?

- Please, you must rest.

My sister Frida will be along
with hot water for your bath.

- Sorry?

- Surely, you don't
take us for savages

here in Transylvania?

We bathe before bed, just
like you do in England.

- Yes, of course.

- Then you agree.

Frida and I will bathe you.

- Oh.

- I hope this will
be satisfactory for
your stay, Professor?

- Freudstein.

Yes, yes, quite satisfactory.

Thank you.

- Is there anything else

I can do to make
you more satisfied?

- No, no.

- The beds here are quite warm.

- Yes, and are perfectly
sized for just one person.

- You are correct, Professor.

If two people were
to share this bed,

one would have to climb
on top of the other, no?

- Well, quite.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, my dear.

I'm afraid I really must rest.

- Rest well, Professor.

- 11 o'clock.

Six hours to sunrise.

- You brush my hair
so delicately, Frida.

If only there was a
mirror to see myself.

- Our master doesn't
allow mirrors.

- Oh?

Why is that?

- You and your father
must be very passionate

about wildlife to travel so far.

- You mean, my uncle?

- Yes, of course.

Which particular animal from
this region do you admire most?

- I was hoping to
see the gray wolf.

I understand that this
area has the largest

population of
wolves in the world.

- We have many wolves.

You can often hear the
beautiful music they make.

You don't have
wolves in England?

- No, not anymore.

Edward the First had
them all put to death.

- Put to death?

But they are such
beautiful creatures.

- Yes.

But a creature can be
both beautiful and deadly.

Wouldn't you say so, Maria?

- You know my name?

You have a nightgown
in your case?

- Oh, no.

- You mean you
sleep without one?

- No.

I mean, yes, I do
have a nightdress.

I'll find it.

- What is that?

- My crucifix.

I always take this
to bed with me.

You don't object, surely?

- No.

But I think Frida and I
should leave you to sleep.

- At last, I find myself resting

within the very walls
of Castle Dracula.

My ruse involving young Mrs.
Harker appears to have worked,

though I have yet to set
eyes on the Count himself.

Thrilled as I am to
have made such progress,

I fear the time is soon
approaching when Mrs. Harker

must inevitably learn the truth
of her husband's condition.

No man could survive
unscathed more than a week

in the company of
women such as these.

- The man is dangerous.

He is the one I've spoken of.

- What will you have me do?

- You and your sisters may
deal with him as you wish.

Have your pleasure
with him if you must,

but leave no blood left in him.

- And the girl?

- I want her.

She must be made one of us,

by invitation if she wishes.

By force if she does not.

- Just a few minutes rest
before the onslaught.

- Are you resting
well, Professor?

- Yes, yes.

Quite well, thank you.

- Mina, it's time
for you to join us.

- And you're sure that there
is nothing more I can do?

- No, no.

Thank you, my dear.

- You are quite sure?

- Join us.

Let us share our blood together.

- Well, perhaps you
could close the door?

It is rather droughty.

I knew it, you're a
creature of the night.

Get back.

- My master knows who you are.

- I said get back.

- You'll never defeat him.

We'll drink the blood
from your lifeless corpse,

and he will reign forever
as Prince of Darkness!

- Mrs. Harker.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm so sorry
for the intrusion.

- For goodness sake, Professor.

Anyone would think you'd
never seen a woman before.

Surely, you have a wife.

- I-

Yes, I did before.

What's that?

- This is Jonathan's
travel itinerary

from London to Transylvania,

the one I typed for him.

He was here in this very room.

- Ah, yes, your husband.

- Well, we have to find him.

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

There.

- Is it him?

The Count?

- We shall soon see.

- What are all the bottles for?

- I can guess.

Be ready with the pistol.

Even at his weakest,

the Count is far more
powerful than his brides.

- Jonathan.

- Wait.

There's a pulse.

Very weak, but it's there.

- You mean?

- He's alive.
- Ah.

- Mina.

- Drained him of almost
every drop of blood.

It's all here in these bottles.

The Count is preparing
sustenance for his
journey to London.

Must be stopped.

- Wait, what about Jonathan?

- We've found your husband,
Mrs. Harker, as promised.

I'm grateful for
your help thus far.

And from here on, you
may do as you wish,

but my priority is to find
and destroy the Count.

- You didn't have a plan
to get Jonathan to safety?

The truth is, I never expected
to find your husband alive,

or even to find any
trace of him at all.

Such is the unquenchable thirst
of Dracula and his brides.

And therefore, I never
formulated a plan to rescue him.

- And yet you had me
accompany you here,

after all that training,

just so you could
go after the Count?

- Mrs. Harker, do you understand
what is at stake here?

Dracula must not be permitted
to cast his malign shadow

over the greatest city
in the Christian world.

The possible consequences
are unthinkable.

- But I can't get Jonathan
out of here by myself.

- Mrs. Harker-
- You asked me

for my help, Professor.

And now I'm asking you.

I'm begging you for your help.

- Very well.

We'll take him back to the inn.

He'll be safe there.

My pursuit of the
Count can wait.

- What's that?

- Just a small injection of
Batleys Sedative Solution.

It has an opium
base to take away

any pain and help him to rest.

- You know a lot
about these things?

- Yes, well, I'm a medical
doctor by profession.

- So much I don't know
about you, Professor.

- There, he'll be calm now.

- Jonathan.

- It's best not to
disturb him now.

Let him rest.

- Thank you, Professor.

I know you didn't come all
the way to Transylvania

to rescue my husband.

- I should thank
you, Mrs. Harker.

And apologize.

I risked your life using
you as bait for the Count.

In any case, saving your husband
was the right thing to do.

If it'd been my wife
rather than your husband,

I'm sure I would've been just
as insistent as you were.

- You said you did have a wife.

- Yes.

- May I ask, did she pass away?

- No.

No, my dear, no.

She's not dead, but she...

She's no longer the
woman I married.

- Tuica. He make it himself.

- Thank you.

- Ah.

You might find this a
little strong, Mrs. Harker.

- We'll see.

- Oh, why'd you
do it, Professor?

- I admit it is
an acquired taste.

- I don't mean the drink.

I mean, the Count.

Why do you pursue him?

- Well, isn't it self-evident?

He is evil, purist evil.

He must be destroyed.

Doing so is the single
mission of my life.

There's no question
of going back

to a normal
day-to-day existence.

Not now that I'm aware such

unholy wickedness
exists in the world.

- Of course, but why
take it upon yourself?

- Because nobody I spoke
to about it believed me.

Not until I met
you, Mrs. Harker.

- Don't you think
it's about time

you started calling me Mina?

- Well, if you insist.

- So you were telling
me about your wife?

- I was on a research trip.

We both were, in Bucharest.

I'd heard rumors of
a strange sickness

with no known treatment or cure.

Victims became
pale and listless,

suffered immense blood
loss for no visible reason,

and simply grew
weaker and weaker

until the heart could no
longer continue beating.

Little did I know,

it was all the work of Count
Dracula and his minions.

When we finally began
to uncover the truth,

we were witness to such horrors.

As a man of medicine
and science,

it was almost impossible for me

to come to terms
with what I'd seen.

For my wife, who was
of a particularly

sensitive disposition...

My wife's condition is not
an illness of the body,

but of the mind.

After experiencing
such shocking events,

her mind simply
ceased to function.

Perhaps now you understand
why I was so reluctant

at first to involve
you in all this.

- But I was involved, Professor,

from the moment I received
that letter from Jonathan.

Is there any hope that
she might recover?

- It is a very new
area of science.

Even I know almost nothing

of the inner workings
of the brain.

Fortunately, I
was able to ensure

she'd be well cared
for in my absence.

As for a recovery,

well, there's always hope.

I must check on your husband.

- Please.

You have been to Castle Dracula?

- Yes.

- Did you see anything

Of my daughter, Maria?

- Yes, I did.

- She's alive?

- I spoke with her.

She's very beautiful.

- Then there is hope.

- There's always hope.

- Mina.

I'm pleased to say your
husband's condition

is greatly improved.

- Jonathan, how are you feeling?

- Better for seeing you.

- Well, I'm sure the two of
you have a lot to catch up on.

I should get back to my studies.

Perhaps I could make
temporary use of your room.

- Yes, of course.

- I can't believe
you came all the way

to Transylvania to find me.

It was all like
some terrible dream

I couldn't wake up
from, until I saw you.

- It's over now.

- I couldn't stop them, Mina.

I know it sounds absurd,

but it was like they had
some strange power over me.

It was overwhelming.

- I felt it too in that castle.

I had dreams of those
women, and of the Count.

Let's just not talk
anymore about it.

The professor and I have dealt
with two of the creatures.

- But the Count, he never meant
for me to leave that place.

- You're safe here.

Professor Van Helsing knows
all about Count Dracula.

Get some rest.

- A quite extraordinary
gentleman.

The professor is either
a genius or a madman.

Your husband?

- Asleep.

- I suggest you try to
get some sleep yourself.

- I'm not sure I dare.

I told Jonathan we
are safe here, but,

I mean, the Count isn't confined
to the castle walls, is he?

What if he comes after us?

- Remember what I told you.

A vampire may not
cross the threshold

of a property unless invited in.

Since we have
previously ascertained

the innkeeper is no
friend of the Count.

I can assure you, we're quite
safe here in the inn, Mina.

- How could you fail
to kill the old man?

- But it was Ilsa.

- She and Frida,
both lost to us.

- I'm sorry, master.

- It is now all
the more imperative

that we turn her to our side.

- I think I know who she is.

- What do you know?

Tell me.

- She is the wife
of the young man.

- Harker?

How do you know this?

- Her name is Mina,

the same name he calls
out in his sleep.

- Such delicious irony.

You had the man.

Now I will have the girl.

If only we knew
where to find her.

- They are staying at
the inn in the village.

- How do you know this?

- She knew my name without
ever hearing it from my lips.

She must have spoken with
my father at the inn.

- This is why you will always
be favorite bride, Maria.

- Father.

- Maria.

- I'm so cold.

Please, can I come inside?

- Hello?

I was wondering if you could
spare another glass of the-

- Mina.

Open the window, Mina.

Let me inside.

- My master and I know
who you are, old man.

- If you know who I am, you
must surely fear me, Maria.

- We fear nothing.

- That's not true, is it, Maria?

You fear daylight.

You fear the holy
crucifix, and most of all,

you fear your master.

- I love my master.

He gave me life.

- He gave you nothing
but death, Maria.

Nothing but an endless lingering
death where you can exist

only by leeching off
the blood of innocents,

even that of your own father.

- Dracula is my father,
my husband, and my lover.

- I can free you, Maria.

I can free your soul to enter
heaven, if you'll permit me.

- You cannot.

My soul belongs to Dracula.

- Mina!

He's taken her.

- Welcome.

You are confused.

Don't be.

Your own desire
brought you here.

- I have no desire to be here.

- Then why did you
open the window?

I had no power to force you.

- You tricked me.

The Professor warned me.

He said that you can
make people see things.

- I only showed you what
is already in your heart.

- Your touch is cold.

- Yet you still yearn for it.

- I despise you.

- Love and hate, Mina, are but
two sides of the same coin.

- I love my husband.

- Your husband?

Young Mr. Harker?

How could you have
such allegiance

for one who has betrayed you?

- What?

- Here, in this castle,
night after night.

- You're lying.

- Am I?

- Stop it.

You're tricking me again.

- Are you sure?

- It's not true.

- Mina!

- What's that?

- You know what it is.

I want you to drink it.

Drink.

Share my blood.

Share my power.

Be my bride.

Drink.

Taste the blood of Dracula!

- It's over, Dracula.

The sun is risen.

Mina!

- What are you going to do now?

- Finish him!

- You did it, Mina.

You finally succeeded where
I've failed all these years.

- I didn't realize
it was morning.

I've got to get
back to Jonathan.

- Wait.

There's something I
have to tell you, Mina.

About your husband.

- Dearest Lucy, I write this
journal now for your eyes.

I had intended to share
it with Jonathan, but...

But now, that is not to be.

Without him, I feel
utterly cast adrift.

The thought of
returning to London,

being greeted by all
those pitying expressions

fills me with dread.

I feel almost inclined
never to return at all.

The church bells are ringing.

- News has spread quickly
that Dracula is no more.

Life is finally
returning to the village.

- Then it was all worth it.

- I ,

I've made arrangements
for the transport

of your husband back to London.

I presume you'll be
accompanying him.

- I'm not sure.

I'm not sure about
anything anymore.

It's as you said, once
your eyes have been opened

to the darkness in this world,

it's difficult to go
back to life as it was.

What about you?

- Me?

- Yes, didn't you
say stopping Dracula

was your single mission in life?

- I did.

- So what will you do now?

- There was a village
I passed through.

- Araci?

- Yes, yes, that's the one.

- You mentioned it before,
where they said the men

turn into wolves
during the full moon.

- Yes.

Yes, the people there live
in fear for their lives.

Though my research indicates
that the silver bullets

I created might be effective
against such creatures.

- You said it was a
short distance from here?

On the way to Bucharest?

- That's correct.

- Then perhaps we should...

- Investigate?

Yes.

Perhaps we should.

- Action.

It didn't even break.

- What's that?

- This is Johnathan's, sorry.

Stop saying it, stop saying it.