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[tense music plays]

[bell ringing, indistinct chatter]

Er, please.

Thank you.

-[train whistle blows] -Do svidaniya.

[engine chugging]

[train whistle blows]

Excuse me, you do speak English?

A little. But please speak slowly.

Does this train stop in Bistritz?

Yes. I go there myself.

Well, thank goodness for that.

Uh, do you live near Bistritz?

I'm travelling there, on business.

Oh, so am II.

I'm a lawyer, or rather I hope I'm going to be one,

from London.

[whistles] From London!

I'm going there to visit one of our clients.

Maybe you know him. Count Dracula.

[gasps softly]

Do you know him?

My dear sir,

may God preserve you,

because if you go to visit Count Dracula,

you may need God's help.

[train whistle blows]

[train chugging]

[rain pattering]

[horse's hooves clattering]

[thunder rumbles]

[horse snorts]

-Are you the Englishman? -Jonathan Harker.

We have strict orders from the Count to look after you.

A place has been reserved for you

on the stage coach tomorrow.

And the Count's own carriage will meet you at the Borgo's Pass.

Viadimir!

Is anything the matter?

Oh, no, sir. Your bedroom is ready upstairs

and we have prepared some food for you.

Thank you.

But I'm feeling very tired.

I'll be going to bed early.

Very good, sir.

[animal howling]

-[thunder crashes] -[gasps softly]

[thunder crashes]

[door creaking]

-[thunder crashes] -[gasps]

[tense music plays]

Who is it?

What do you want?

Excuse me, sir.

I wanted to talk to you but my husband said I should not.

But tomorrow,

tomorrow night is St George's night!

What of it?

Oh! When the clock strikes midnight,

all the evils of the world circle around us.

Sir, do know where you're going?

What you are going to?

-Greta? -1 must go!

[cockerel crows]

[church bell tolls]

[dog barking]

[cockerel crows]

[horse snorts]

Good morning.

Well, I rather missed you last night.

I chose other company, sir.

Why do you look at me so strangely?

Why does everybody look at me like that?

Because tonight...

is St George's night and, er...

And what else?

They know your destination.

[animal chittering]

Excuse me. How far is it to the Borgo's Pass?

We'll be there by nightfall.

And from the Pass to Count Dracula's castle?

You'd best ask whoever meets you, sir.

To tell the truth, I've never seen the place,

and please God I never shall.

[horse snorts]

[coach rumbling]

This is the Borgo's Pass!

May God protect you, sir.

[animal gibbering]

[whip cracks]

[coach rumbles away]

[bird twittering]

[horse snorts]

[coach approaching]

[horse snorts]

[driver] The night is cold, and my master, the Count,

bade me take all care of you.

No, thank you, I don't need it.

As you wish.

But it gives both warmth

and courage.

[animal screams]

[animals howling]

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[animal howling]

[animal howling]

[sinister music plays]

[horse snorts]

[birds cawing]

[lock creaks]

Welcome to my house.

Count Dracula?

I am Dracula.

Enter freely

and of your own will.

It is late and my servants have gone to bed.

I will see to your comfort myself.

You will need to refresh yourself after your journey.

I trust that you will find everything you require.

[uneasy music plays]

I shall await your pleasure.

-You do not dine, sir? -I have already dined.

I hope you'll find everything in order.

The purchase document duly receipted,

the title deeds of the house, the plans.

The house is in poor condition,

but it stands back well away from the main road to London.

Completely isolated, just as you required.

It is strongly built,

but it has remained empty for quite a long time.

Yes.

Yes, an empty house,

it is exactly what I require.

Have you lived here for many years?

All my life.

Your wife?

No, I'm not married yet.

But the lady on the left is my fiancée.

And the other?

Miss Lucy Westenra, her closest friend.

Charming.

-Please. -Thank you.

Forgive me for asking, sir,

but why do you plan to live in England?

I am not young,

and yet I am restless.

And what about this great castle?

Itis, I presume, the family home?

True.

The shadows of my past remain here.

We are the second Magyars.

We have a right to be proud.

Forin us

flows the blood of many brave races.

The blood of Attila is in these veins.

To us was entrusted for centuries

the guardian of our lands.

The Lombard,

the Bulgar, the Turk,

poured their thousands against our frontiers.

We drove them back!

The Draculas have ever been the heart's blood, the brains,

the sword of our people!

One of my race crossed the Danube

and destroyed the Turkish host.

Though sometimes beaten back,

he came again and again against the enemy,

till at the end he came alone from the bloody field,

for he alone could triumph.

This was a Dracula indeed!

But now,

the wind blows coldly

through the broken battlements.

Although this is my home,

I must move on.

I don't regret my journey,

but surely the post might have served you

much easier and far cheaper.

If I am to begin a new life

in a new land,

I must learn something

of its people

from such as yourself.

You are my honoured guest.

[animal howls]

Listen to them.

The children of the night.

What music they make.

But you are weary, you shall sleep late.

You are most gracious,

but my employers, your solicitors, expect me back in London.

We shall see.

But for now, you are here at my invitation.

Nay, at my command.

Come.

Do you enjoy the chase, Mr Harker?

I've never had the opportunity.

The greatest of all sports.

You have the power of life and death

over a living being.

Goodnight, Mr Harker.

[dramatic music plays]

-[bat screeches] -Aargh!

Where's my baby! I want my baby back!

I want him back!

[sobbing]

Please, help me! Please!

Give my baby back!

Give him back! Give him back!

[sobbing]

Give him back!

[eerie music plays]

You are first and we shall follow.

Yours is the right to begin.

He is young and strong!

There are kisses for us all.

[hissing]

Back! Back!

This man belongs to me!

He is ours! We found him first!

[baby crying]

[gasps]

[tense music plays]

[uneasy music plays]

[daunting music plays]

[woman's voice echoes] Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

[Dracula] This man belongs to me!

[he screams]

Good morning.

Where... am I?

Who are you?

I am Dr Seward.

And this is Professor Van Helsing's private clinic not far from London.

How did I get here?

Your body was found in a mountain stream 200 kilometres from Budapest.

But what of Count Dracula?

I escaped from his castle,

but he followed me with the others disguised as bats!

Giant bats!

With great teeth,

waiting to draw blood.

I didn't dream it.

The bats were real!

As big as men.

Why don't you believe me?

What are you doing?

Ah!

Professor.

Have you made inquiries?

This young Englishman, Jonathan Harker,

had been reported missing some weeks ago.

Some friends of his are on their way to London

to identify him and see what they can do.

I see. Did he speak?

A little. Not much.

He kept mumbling something about a certain Count Dracula.

Dracula?

[man screaming]

That's Renfield again.

-See to it. -Yes, Professor.

[tense music plays]

Good morning, Renfield.

What is it Renfield, hmm?

Renfield, nobody's going to hurt you.

What is it, Renfield?

Ah, yes, somebody's bought the old house.

It's been empty long enough.

Renfield,

nobody's going to hurt you.

Let him be. I'll see him again later.

[dog barking in the distance]

[horse's hooves clopping]

[indistinct chatter]

[train whistle toots]

-Miss Murray? -Yes?

I was ordered to drive you to the clinic.

This way, please.

Van Helsing's Clinic. Drive on.

[dog barking]

Mina, look! What's that?

[Mina chuckles]

Silly.

Professor Helsing's assistant awaits you upstairs.

I'll take care of the luggage.

Thank you.

Jonathan!

Jonathan.

Mina.

Lucy.

[man yelling]

Jonathan, what is this place?

-[Dr Seward] Please. -[Jonathan groans]

He must rest.

I urge you not to show him that you are alarmed.

I want to know what is wrong with him.

We specialise here in the treatment of the mentally disturbed.

You mean, you think Jonathan is mad?

[man screaming]

[moans]

[man screaming]

[Renfield screaming]

[Van Helsing] Your friend is in need of attention.

She should not have been allowed to travel.

She insisted on coming with me.

Couldn't you help her, Professor?

It would perhaps be best if she stays here.

Dr Seward and I could look after her.

In that case, I shall stay here, too.

Very well,

I shall have rooms prepared for you both.

-Professor Van Helsing? -Yes?

Jonathan...

is sane, completely sane!

It's not quite as simple as that.

There is no doubt that he has suffered a shock of some kind.

The result is that either he's subconsciously relating a nightmare,

or he is lying.

Jonathan wouldn't lie!

And he's not mad!

Then perhaps you can persuade him to remember

what really happened because without...

[Lucy moans]

Lucy!

Mina, forgive me.

I'm so stupid to faint.

Oh, I shouldn't have let you come.

The long journey, and now this.

[servant] Sir.

Uh, prepare two rooms for the ladies,

on the ground floor.

Yes, sir.

Uh, I should warn you.

I have a number of patients here who must be kept in close confinement.

Do not on any account venture beyond the first floor, please.

Well, I shall leave you.

You must both be tired after your journey. Your rooms will be ready soon.

[eerie male voice whispers] Lucy.

Lucy.

[bat chittering]

Lucy.

[clattering]

Lucy.

[bat chittering]

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

[bat chittering]

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy!

[eerie male voice whispers] Lucy!

Lucy?

Lucy? Lucy?

[tense music plays]

[dramatic music plays]

[gasps]

[tense music plays]

Lucy?

Lucy?

You say you thought you saw a man.

Uh, I was mistaken.

And these two spots?

There was a pin which held her wrap.

Perhaps you pricked her by accident when you undid it.

She appears to be suffering from a very considerable loss of blood.

I shall have to consult Professor Van Helsing.

Her condition is serious.

I blame myself!

Doctor?

I don't want to alarm you, but has she any relatives?

None.

But she's engaged quite recently to a young barrister,

Quincy Morris.

Perhaps you should send him a telegram.

[tense music plays]

Professor Van Helsing?

No, I'm Dr Seward. How do you do?

My name is Quincy Morris. I'm Miss Westenra's fiancé.

Oh, I see. Please, come in.

Take off your coat.

I came as soon as I heard.

I'm glad you came.

We're doing our best, but...

[Quincy] Isn't there anything I can do for her?

Yes, you can give her a transfusion of your blood.

Come.

-I'm Professor Van Helsing. -Quincy Morris.

Now I think she has a chance.

We just have to wait and see.

[wind blusters]

[eerie male voice whispers] Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

-Lucy. -[rattling]

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

[bat chittering]

[foreboding music plays]

[Lucy gasps]

[bat chittering]

[he gasps]

Lucy!

[man screaming]

[man moaning]

[moaning continues]

[moaning continues]

[moaning continues]

[soft moaning continues]

[soft moaning continues]

[soft moaning continues]

[soft moaning continues]

[gasps]

What are you doing here?

[qulps]

I'm afraid you're not allowed in this part of the house.

Come along!

Come on!

[soft moaning continues]

Professor, you must do something!

You can't let her die through ignorance.

Ignorance?

Perhaps, my dear, I'm not so much ignorant as afraid

-of admitting my own suspicions. -[man yelling]

The man whose voice you hear was once as sane as you or I.

He had a daughter, young and beautiful.

Together they were travelling in Transylvania.

They stopped in a town called Bistritz.

One night,

the girl was found unconscious in her bed,

half dead from loss of blood.

Day by day, like the fly

who is the spider's prey, she grew weaker.

The father watched and waited by her bedside,

till one night,

when she was close to her end,

the neighbours heard a terrible shriek.

They found the daughter dead.

And the father...

as he is now.

True, there is some similarity in the case,

but that is no explanation.

Perhaps not, but you see...

all my life I've made a study

of what some people call the black arts.

That's why Renfield was admitted to my care

and also Jonathan Harker.

The mountains in the north

of Transylvania are rich in legend,

yet behind the legend,

behind the fantasy,

there are certain facts.

Occasionally a glimmer of the truth reaches us.

Now, I think that Jonathan

has seen some of that truth.

Then why didn't you believe what I told you about Count Dracula?

Jonathan! Oh, Jonathan!

I cannot tell you.

I dare not.

[animal howls]

[tense music plays]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[screaming]

-[wind howling] -[groaning]

Lucy, sweet.

Now, you drink this.

[door creaks]

Who's there?

Who's there?

[tense music plays]

[inhales]

[quiet groan]

[Lucy moans]

[screams]

[hisses]

[bat shrieks]

[Mina crying]

[Mina] She's dead!

She's dead!

-She's dead! -But you are still alive.

It is a sign.

Perhaps it is not too late for me to act.

In my search for the secrets of the black arts,

this is what I found and what concerns us now.

May 1?

"Known through legend in such diverse countries as Greece,

Rome, France, India, and even China.

He does fatten up on the blood of the living.

He can by such nourishment even grow younger.

He throws strange shadows when he walks upon the earth.

He can transform himself to dog, to bat,

to other kinds of beast.

He lives by night,

for by day he must conceal himself within his grave.

Those upon whom he nourishes himself

sicken and die,

and then become like him,

vampires themselves.

His name is Dracula."

Why can't this man be arrested?

You underestimate Count Dracula.

What good are laws

against someone who can set himself above the law?

[animal howls]

His spirit is all around us.

Some of us,

are completely within his power.

Professor...

you know so much about the black arts.

Suppose you too are Dracula's servant?

I have never met the Count.

And yet I feel I...

I know him better than my own soul.

[church bell tolls]

[church organ plays]

[girl]] My ball's in the water!

I'm going to tell Mummy!

Oh, be careful!

Hey, watch out!

Ah, good!

Hey, come!

Come on over here!

[church bell tolls]

[children laughing]

[animal chittering]

[church bell tolls]

Come here!

Come here!

[tense music plays]

Ah, good morning, my dear.

You have become not only a nurse but a servant.

I shall miss you when you leave London.

Thank you. How is Jonathan this morning?

-Much better. -Good, good.

I think it helped him beyond measure

being able to tell you his story

and to know that, however fantastic,

you were prepared to admit it could be true.

Indeed, I only wish it weren't because you...

Great heavens.

Just as I feared.

-A child found dead. -Where?

Near here, near the church last night.

Yes?

Ah, gentlemen, I shall need your help.

Whatever we can do.

Come, sit down.

I shall want you to accompany me this evening.

We're going to visit Miss Lucy Westenra's grave.

[tense music plays]

[Jonathan] Listen, Van Helsing,

as I told you this afternoon, I'm not afraid of any danger,

but this is...

What if I tell you

you may be saving the lives of scores of other children?

You mean Count Dracula may be hiding here?

Worse than that. Far worse.

The nice and innocent girl you loved.

You're mad!

Lucy, a killer of children?

Be brave.

Before the night is out, if her spirit is to be saved,

you must obey me absolutely!

One o'clock. Open it!

So far, I'm right.

Another few minutes.

Look, it'll soon be light.

It won't be long now.

Remember what I told you.

Now!

Your spade. Do as I say.

Open it!

Use your spade, man!

[groaning]

Renfield!

Relax!

Please, relax.

Renfield, relax!

Please, relax.

It's passed.

All right, Renfield...

it's passed.

Look at me.

Can you understand me?

Renfield, look at me!

Can you understand me?

My God, you can.

Whatever your sickness was, it's passed.

Now then,

tell me what you know.

Come on!

Tell me what you know!

-l... -Tell me!

Go on! That's it!

-l... -Tell me!

Go on!

-It... -Yes?

Whether by accident or design,

it would appear our foe is closer than we thought.

[Jonathan] It's my fault, Professor.

I never thought to connect the property bought by the Count with this place.

But those cases we saw delivered?

Those must've been the same cases I saw in vaults

beneath Count Dracula's castle.

He used them to transport himself to England.

And now they provide his hiding place by day,

whilst at night...

[clock chimes]

If we're going to find him we must hurry.

-Oh, Jonathan! -[Quincey] Don't worry.

This time I've come prepared.

I have two better weapons.

Take these.

Against them Count Dracula is powerless.

Are we ready?

[Quincey] Then let's go.

[Mina] Professor?

Professor, I should like to talk to this man, Renfield.

He could be the key to Count Dracula.

Very well, you may see him.

But not alone.

He may reveal more to you than to us.

Take this young lady to Renfield.

Do as I say.

Here, take this.

[animal chittering]

[tense music plays]

Look!

A case must have stood here.

Maybe we're too late.

-[animal snarls] -Watch out!

[thunder crashes]

[animals growling, snarling]

[growling and snarling continues]

[gunshots]

[growling and snarling continues]

[thunder crashes]

[animals shrieking]

[thunder crashes]

I know how you've tried to help.

-[thunder crashes] -[Renfield gasps]

Perhaps...

Perhaps you could tell us more.

Kill!

[Mina groans]

[animals shrieking]

[thunder crashes]

[Mina whimpers]

We must sanctify this place as Professor Van Helsing told us.

I'd like to see you find your way out of that, my lad.

[choir singing]

Evening, Your Honour.

Care for a little fun?

Oh!

[horse's hooves clopping]

That man,

it looked like the Count,

but younger,

much younger.

Your eyes are playing tricks.

They're waiting for us.

Come on. Come on!

Mr Harker and Mr Morris,

I want you to meet my good friend the Home Secretary.

Good evening.

-Good evening. -Good evening, sir.

Thank you for receiving us, sir.

For a moment the other night, we thought the Professor was,

as the American's say, a goner.

A slight stroke,

but although my legs are a little uncertain,

I trust my intellect is not a goner.

[all laughing]

A watch is now being kept

on every means of exit from the country.

A description of the wooden case in which we believe,

so the Professor tells me,

the Count may be concealing himself,

has been circulated to...

Some news perhaps?

I don't understand. It's from Mina.

Something about the opera and a ticket.

You let her leave the house without an escort?

I sent no ticket!

Your Excellency, we shall have to act at once.

This may be the work of Dracula himself.

[choir singing]

Look!

A doctor!

-Someone call a doctor! -[singing stops]

-[indistinct chatter] -For God's sake, is there a doctor here?

And then they thought that I'd had enough.

[all laughing]

You!

-What do you want? -Your master, quickly!

Quickly!

[dog barking]

You are the captain of the Tzarina Catherine?

I am.

You sail for the mouth of the Danube on the morning tide?

What if I do?

You have some cargo and a passenger.

Where is he?

Myself to Varna.

We do not go to Varna.

Mmm.

To Varna.

[uneasy music plays]

What is it?

What happened, Renfield?

V...

Varna.

Varna?

Varna.

Yes, here it is.

It's a small port on the Black Sea.

I've got it. Look.

He could travel from there to Transylvania,

but with a load like that it would take him three weeks.

You could get to the castle first.

In one week.

Sanctify every grave, leave it barren,

and useless as a refuge, before he arrives.

If we go, what about Mina!

I shall guard her with my life.

Renfield?

Dead.

[door bangs]

Who is there?

You.

All my life I've studied the black arts.

It's strange to finally...

confront the Prince of Darkness himself.

You have learned much.

[Dracula] You can do nothing.

[tense music plays]

[crowd chanting]

[birds twittering]

[lock clanging]

[door creaks]

Come along, hurry!

-[hammering] -[woman groans]

[hammering continues]

[woman groans]

[woman screams]

[haunting music plays]

[Jonathan whispering a prayer]

Now then, there's only one task left,

to find Dracula himself.

Is there any news?

Not yet.

Tell me, Professor,

if the Count is on his way home,

what have we to fear?

Mina, my dear,

whilst the Count lives,

time and space have little meaning.

We can only pray.

[crowd chanting]

[horse whinnies]

[screaming]

[groans]

[tense music plays]