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Forgiveness will end his damnation.

And allow him to die.

Allow him.

Christ forgave. And in the end, so must we all.

I'll find you.

From home, huh?

You smell American.

Do you happen to know Berend and Elsa Kruger in Minneapolis?

Hurry up, Bruno. Stop playing with your food like the last time.

This is the last time.

That was way too close, man.

Next time you do the bleeding, I'll do the saving.

I have questions. You are my confession!

Go to hell, priest!

Count on the Germans to always be on time.

I will do what he says. He's in one of his moods.

Tell me what I want to know.

Fuck you!

Hey, hey, this is hardly the time for negativity.

I can't tell you that.

Please.

Please. Train.

Last chance.

Where is he?

Train.

Baby, train.

I can't tell you. Okay, you two play. I'm going to...

He's gone back to Romania, somewhere in the Carpathians.

His ancestral home. That particular legend always suited him best, don't you

think? I'll need very little to proceed.

Carnet, U .S. currency, NATO clearances.

Get ahead of yourself.

There's something I wish to speak to you about.

This time I'll finish him. Finish him?

We haven't heard from you in five years.

Five years, and then suddenly you show up and...

Ask for more support.

I encountered certain... Listen to me.

...hardships.

Your Eminence, we hear rumors.

Troubling things.

What rumors? That you have crossed certain boundaries in pursuit of this

That somehow he may have tainted you.

The Church has sent me to the task of ending him.

And by God's will, nothing.

No obstacle, physical or otherwise, shall stop me from executing this duty.

So I'm asking you now.

Do I continue to have your blessing in this?

Or have you lost your faith in me completely?

We have no doubt that you are the Lord's willing servant.

But it is you we pray for now.

You we fear for.

Me you fear?

I'm calling you back.

We can't afford to lose you.

The decision is final.

When we first knew each other, you were a mere child, remember?

You had survived a terrible ordeal, and yet you had found some peace in

yourself.

All I'm asking is for you to try and find that peace now.

We'll offer you any parish in the world.

Africa, America.

Anywhere you like.

I don't play.

You thinking of joining the circus, DG?

Oh wait, what am I saying?

You are the circus.

Hi there.

What's everyone so afraid of in broad daylight?

Collaborators with the dark ones.

Here, everyone fears everyone.

if we find your friend Elizabeth.

You may wish you had it.

It's not like I've got a choice.

I got her into this mess. I got to get her out.

I think it's more than that.

I'm pretty sure that's none of your business, D .G.

You're in love with her.

It only makes it worse denying it.

Maybe I am in love with her.

Maybe I'm like the...

Night or whatever, rescuing the princess from the evil dude's castle. I mean,

how could she not fall in love with someone like that, right?

It's funny how I wait till you're a defrocked priest to get off confessional

shit.

Tell me something.

What does it mean?

Deej.

Damaged goods.

It was either that or Buffy.

Elizabeth. Come on, you can do this.

Where were you?

Visiting with one of the peacekeepers.

Oh, nice hand cannon.

Take it.

I fear we may have more than nocturnal predators to contend with.

What about you?

I don't like guns.

In Romania, the NATO occupation continues in an attempt to quell the

civil war.

And now, reporting on the rebels' current demand, is the EBC's Julia

The rebels have now repeated their seven demands in a document submitted to the

Geneva Council.

Most curious was their requirement that all current and prospective government

officials make at least one public appearance in daylight.

I asked Gabriel, the rebel leader, to explain this one particular demand.

We have good and valid reasons.

More than that, I cannot say.

We have business outside the city. I'm sorry, sir. Nobody passes without proper

documentation.

There's got to be someone we can talk to.

That will be the captain, but he's not here.

I shall be straight back. You may be in luck.

I think that's him.

They were attacked.

51 kilometers.

Northeast of here.

Thought it was the rebel.

But no gun.

No knife.

Just... Thief.

No, but you don't understand.

I'm crying. We're being attacked over there.

With big dents, you understand?

At 51 kilometers from here.

I don't know, it's him.

I didn't see anything.

Don't make knives.

Nothing but dents.

I didn't see anything.

I don't know, it's calm.

Hey, over there.

I don't know.

TJ! What?

I think you just got promoted.

I'm fucking nuts.

Those peacekeepers, they think the problem's still with the insurgents.

They'll figure it out.

Eventually.

How come you never say his name?

He has no name.

Then what's Dracula?

A conceit.

He keeps returning to it mostly because of the terror he inspires.

But the creature goes back much further than that.

How much further? The church has records.

Complete, obscure.

But we know he's corrupted every known faith in the world.

From ancient Egypt, Rome, throughout Asia Minor, East Indies, Central Africa.

He has as many names as he does faces.

All different, but all the same.

Utuku, Ekimu, Shirel, Delapsu, Dalamur, Lampir.

He's woken from death so many times.

I wonder if he even remembers how he truly began.

Do you know?

I mean, how he began.

It doesn't matter anymore.

What matters now is how he ends.

I hear that.

Over there.

Pull over.

These things weren't lit long ago.

Not long at all.

Well, what do you think they mean?

No one knows we're coming,

right? I mean, those aren't for us, are they?

Are they?

If they don't know by now, they will soon enough.

I'll drive.

You sleep.

Yeah, that's exactly what I want to do, sleep.

What do we have here?

What precious things are you hiding behind?

Who are the dudes with the guns?

Rebels? None of our business. That's what they are.

They're taking prisoners.

Why? You don't want to know.

What are they doing with those people?

Selling them for food.

Pull over.

Stop being alone and cost us time we don't have. Pull over.

This is a mistake, I'm telling you now.

Luke, wait.

Put it down.

Hand it over slowly.

Hey, these are partisans.

Rebels for attack soldiers.

We are listings, and we are goods.

Yes.

They are dangerous.

Tell your prince to put down their guns.

They won't do that. Those people will shoot them.

Shit. Okay.

Tell them that they can keep their guns, but they have to leave the truck.

Without a truck, they are going to be haunted down by these pigs.

Drop the chargers.

She calls them procurers.

Miserable cowards who procure fresh blood for the Nosferatu in exchange for

their own lives. Hey, hey, hey! You don't get to talk.

Because the undead cannot walk in daylight.

The procurers do their bidding.

That's convenient.

They do all the shopping while the boss sleeps.

As the undead grow in numbers and the living diminish.

We must seek blood from further and further away.

Trafficking in blood is the only commerce left in these villages.

That's why they're all fleeing.

Sounds more like a drug lord than Dracula.

There's very little difference.

Your master, what do we find? I have no master.

It's ridiculous!

Pigs and cattle!

Making stories, always making stories. Have you seen her?

What about you? I know you've seen her. Is she with him? I have it on my

glasses. Look closer.

Oh, yes, I have seen her.

But I'm not quite sure, because in that moment, I was fucking her from behind.

Captain, we may need you.

See, it's a good thing we stopped.

We got ourselves a tour guide.

Very good thing we stopped.

Oh, oh, I guess you would have just kept driving and not stopped to help those

people.

Exactly.

You call yourself a priest?

Not anymore.

Great. So, uh, the bad guys have rocket launchers, I have some croquet stakes,

and you don't even have God on your side anymore. You want to go back? Go back.

You want to stay? Stay.

I know what it is that I have to do. What, like I don't?

Am I going the right way? Because if I'm storming off in the wrong direction,

I'm going to be really pissed off.

Uffizi. What?

You don't really look like an Uffizi.

How'd you get a name like that anyway?

Game with the job.

So, like, if I got the same job, I'd get a cool name like that?

Like the day after the Alamo.

Done going.

Do what must be done.

I don't know, man.

What are we doing? There's no one left in the safe.

Someone's still alive.

Where is your son? He disappeared.

They took him.

He disappeared at night.

Is there anyone else in life?

In life!

Hey, kid!

I'm not one of them. They attacked us.

That's the UBC.

The fucking UBC.

Who are you? What do you want?

Where the hell are we?

Which question do you want me to answer first?

Julia, let's just get the hell out of here. We can't just leave Val on.

Fuck Val. The useless motherfucker couldn't even fly a chopper.

Get away from there.

That's not your mother. Get away from there.

Valon got us out.

We were trying to reach Bucharest.

But the pal failed and... He managed to rotate this thing.

God knows how.

And he saved us.

He's going to die, isn't he?

You need to take your friend inside that church and stay there.

Valon?

There's nothing you can do here.

I'm sorry. Just breathe.

Don't be... I'm sorry. I just can't do it. I'm sorry.

Shh. Who the fuck are you?

That's a good question.

Who are you?

Are you that, uh... that news reporter lady, right?

Yeah.

Julia Hughes.

For the... for the EBC. And this is, um... Tommy Tannecliffe, my cameraman.

I'm Luke.

I'm with you. Yeah, we met.

Well... Luke.

We came to cover the Civil War from the rebel's point of view.

Oh, God.

God, we had no idea.

Yeah.

May the Lord God have mercy upon your soul.

May He forgive all your sins in this life and release you from suffering.

Hang on.

It's just after this.

This is where they attacked us.

Of course you can't see a damn one of them.

They were there, I swear it.

All around us.

Telling some of these people, like, I don't know what.

I believe you.

I think I was out of there.

He shoved us into the chopper.

Five more seconds and we'd have been like two beckons.

Five more seconds.

Isn't that right, Julia?

Julia?

You shouldn't be here.

Then you should.

Did you... Did you say something?

Yeah.

But maybe you want to add something.

I wouldn't know what to say.

A prayer.

Anything.

Well, I can only remember one that I used to say when I was a little girl.

Better do fine.

Ghoulies. And ghosties.

And long -leggedy beatees.

Did you do that?

Close those doors.

Maybe they blew open.

It's impossible. They weigh about 800 pounds each.

He didn't get you?

like a juice bag. Your mate's got to look for them.

We've got to wait.

Oh, Christ.

Something's coming. Leave me in. Oh, look. Leave me in the pocket.

Leave me in the pocket. I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather. I'm the godfather. I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather. I'm the godfather. I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather. I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather.

I'm the godfather.

Tommy, look.

Look. You're burning up. Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I don't know.

I feel sick.

What is that?

The morning purge.

What?

Nice wheels.

And what a deal.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You can't just drive up here saying good morning like you're the bloody postman.

Tell me, where'd you take off from last night?

I don't know, I'd, uh... I'd guess it was about 80 kilometers north -northeast

of Sibiu. North of Sibiu?

Yeah. Along what route?

It's hard to say. The deeper into these mountains you get, the more arbitrary

the maps become.

At a certain point, it was almost like they were drawn from pure guesswork.

Yeah, but people are smart enough not to go up there.

Well, we would never have found the rebels if we hadn't spotted their signal

files from the chopper.

Did you see anything else? A road dwelling.

The ruins of any kind. Oh, no. Look, it was dark. The peaks were jagged.

You could hide most of Manhattan in one of those rifts, for God's sake.

What is it you two intend to do, anyway?

Fair enough.

Right?

This thing will hopefully get you to the city.

And from there, the NATO boys should be able to get you back to London.

And, uh, just what am I supposed to say once I get home?

You'll think of something.

Isn't that why you get paid the big bucks?

Well, I always thought it was my quirky nose and reassuring smile.

Be safe.

You're both completely insane, you know that?

I'm afraid so.

Drive safely. Get home.

Fascinating man.

Looked at most of the work.

I just... One thing behind the

curtain.

Oh,

I'm sorry. I am.

Sorry.

So, Padre, I catch a little something -something between you and Miss EBC back

there?

I knew it.

There's no need to be embarrassed about it, man.

You're not a priest anymore.

I say when this whole thing's over, you look her up.

There should be a fork in the road up ahead. Go left.

What the hell?

Don't talk.

Are you all right?

No. Oh, no, I'm a friend. I'm a friend. I'm a friend. No, no, no, I'm a friend.

I'm a friend.

I'm a friend.

I'm a friend. Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it.

Your passion's gonna kill them.

I think we've found our rebels.

Anyone up for some croquet?

Why have you come here? Because we share the same enemy. And who might that be?

Our parliament?

The cabinet?

The Ministry of National Defense?

Public Justice?

Or maybe the Ministry of Health and Family?

Or were you suggesting NATO?

The Americans, perhaps?

Try Dracula.

Dracula?

Dracula does not exist.

He's a fiction.

Gypsy myth.

Tourist prattle. Bedtime stories. Do not mock us. He is real.

You think so? I know so.

So perhaps you do know what you speak of after all.

Tell me, how is it you can walk in daylight?

I'm fighting the infection.

That's impossible.

Some days I have to agree.

I'm sorry.

In our present situation, we can't afford to take any chances.

You must understand... Wait.

We have to be real.

Julia, what are you... What? Why didn't I go to the London Bureau and file a

report on vampires taking over the government of Romania?

I always feel safer here.

You think you know that?

No.

I'm just a journalist in need of an airtight story.

I realized that about 30 seconds after you gentlemen left me in the dust.

Put them in the stockade for the night.

But what do I have to be in here? I'm not a beast.

In case your president gets hungry.

You're a strange man.

Either a hero or a demon. I'm not sure which.

But come dawn, you're free to go. Tell me.

Where can we find him? Just follow the flutter.

He'll find you.

You'll let me know if you're going to slip over the edge, right?

Right?

Don't worry.

You'll know.

What's going on?

I need to stay on time.

Where's Julia?

Shit, this is not good, man.

How many are there?

You two stay here. Let's go.

Wait.

No, you can't do this to us again.

Stay away from the door. I'll come back when I find a way out.

Give me the keys.

No, you heard what he said. No.

Yeah, I think he's got them on the run, though, and that's what I'm going to

like best. So here.

You should just wait.

I wonder if I can still burrow the infection.

And when I'll finally be like them.

You'll never be like them.

Maybe I already am.

DG, check it out.

Looks like our tour guide's back in action.

You think he's got the hookup with the big guy himself or what?

Thank you.

Take her back, Luke.

I don't think so. Go. Get out of here now.

Both of you.

I didn't travel nine billion miles to turn back now. It's not going to happen.

This is not your fight.

He's got Elizabeth. That makes it my fight. Elizabeth is gone.

Whatever you find, it won't be her.

It won't be.

Take Julia.

Get out of here if you still can.

Luke. Julia can make her own decisions, and Julia's sticking with the program,

okay?

Whatever's beyond there, I won't be able to protect either of you.

I won't.

Committing yourself to death, or worse.

Yeah, well, you know, I had that pretty much figured out when we left the train

station in Bucharest.

Whoa, this cat's got something for TV.

It's got dishes all over the place.

I see several guards, a few procurers.

I don't think our odds are going to get any better than that.

What about a friend? You see him?

I don't see him.

Look harder. He should be with them.

I could kill you both, but then you would be worthless to me.

And above all else, I'm a competent businessman.

Maybe you'll thank me.

Then again, maybe you won't.

Julia! Julia!

Go on.

The lady and I have been waiting.

Julia?

Come on.

Have a sip of her.

Not too sweet.

Just a hint of spice.

Lingers on the palate.

Prolonged maceration adds complexity to most common vintage.

Starvation.

Where's Julia?

What are you doing with Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Sidekick. The one who steals the dead.

There are no dead here.

Just the fucked up dead.

They never end in dying.

Waiting for the end of time.

Listen to me for this moment.

You're not worthy.

Let me see Elizabeth first.

You're asking me a favor?

Yeah. You want me to forget how I was made to suffer because of you tortured

degraded? Huh?

I should rip your heart out and feed it to the dogs.

Because an old dog needs a special diet.

Just for him.

Where is she?

Gone to you.

She's gone to you. Too much of a good thing takes away your head.

You really want to see her? You think you have the stomach for it?

She's found the taking of innocent blood to be unbearable.

She's addicted to her sisters now.

Her mind is consumed by consequences.

She will go mad.

Unless you think you can save her.

Now be careful.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth? Elizabeth?

Elizabeth? It's me.

It's Luke.

It's me.

It's Luke.

I'll come to get you out of here, okay?

Okay?

I was looking for you.

Carol, I was worried.

Luke? Luke?

Luke?

Luke?

You know, even if we find you offended, even if we find you offended, you may

wish you hadn't.

And I'm sorry.

Thirty million dollars. Thirty million dollars for the secret. Thirty million

dollars for the secret. Two lives.

No.

Luke?

Luke? Get out of here, Luke!

Get out of here, Luke!

You should be somewhere to help me, okay? You should be somewhere to help

okay?

And still no word on the whereabouts of EBC correspondent Julia Hughes and her

camera crew.

Wreckage of their helicopter has been located in the village of Bistretza, but

no bodies have yet been found at the crash site.

NATO peacekeepers are continuing the search.

The Romanian Consul General has offered his help in determining what happened to

the TV crew in the hours after their rendezvous with rebel leaders in the

A nightly fixture of households throughout Europe.

Miss Hughes is truly one of the most respected and beloved personalities in

of broadcasting.

It used to belong to my favorite bride.

Is this your idea of seduction?

We are in heaven.

Hollow is my middle name.

The last time we met, you were generous enough to grant me absolution. But only

through God's forgiveness can I truly die.

I wonder, are you ready to forgive me?

Or do you even speak with God's authority anymore?

In the name of the Almighty Father.

Let it die.

it yourself.

You can't do this. No.

But you can.

There's got to be something we can do.

You came all this way to save me.

And you will.

There's got to be some other way.

You're dying, Julia.

to help them.

Don't.

Sun's up.

We should get going.

In a moment.

I just want to stand

here and take what's yours.