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Night.

Nights without sleep.

Long nights in which the brain lights up like a big city.

In Europe, it's hard to find food after 10 o 'clock, even Paris or Berlin.

Moscow, of course, it's impossible.

Dublin, though I love Dublin, pathetic.

Europe is a village.

Here, you feel so many things rushing together. It even gets more exciting

midnight. Do you find it hectic?

Sometimes I need to get away.

I want to be alone without this confusion.

A tree, a lake, a dog.

I dream of that.

Do you work?

No.

I'm not really good for much of anything.

I'm lucky because my father, though he's a real bastard,

looks after me.

He's wealthy.

You want to know what he does, right?

Tell me if you want to. Family man.

From Romania.

It goes way back.

Like all vast fortunes of this kind, it comes from the suffering and

exploitation of the poor, the peasants, the workers.

You don't seem happy.

I want to simplify my life.

Even on a superficial level the trouble is It's hard to

resist the feeling that All these choices in our life that everything is

superficial. Would you like another drink?

My father is dead.

Jim!

Are you

alright? I'm sorry, kid.

I get overly enthusiastic.

I gotta watch that left hook. Leave us alone for a minute, will you?

Okay?

Sorry. I was just... It's your uncle.

He's dead?

In jail.

What for?

Murder.

It didn't make sense, but it didn't sound too surprising either. You know

get.

They didn't say who, just how. A stake in the heart.

Are you sure you're okay?

A stake in the heart?

I just can't picture it.

I can picture it. It's crazy.

He confessed.

Plus there are witnesses.

Who's stalking the guy?

Jim, don't look now, but your nose is... Hold on.

You okay, Katie? Get lost.

I'm okay. Really, I'm okay.

I'm sorry, I just... Don't apologize.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

How many?

Two.

What's my name?

Lucy.

How long have we been married?

Forever. I'll be back in an hour or so, or I'll call you.

It wouldn't be right for you to tag along, you know, if you don't like him.

I won't be late.

Think you can keep the bed warm?

Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

We have come for the body of Count Boivoda Arminius Ceausescu Dracula.

I believe there is a wooden stake in the heart.

You will take us to him.

How did you know about that?

I'm a relative.

Can you identify the body?

We will take the body.

Thing is, Jim, he was tired.

Lost.

And he was like... He was like Elvis in the end.

Drugs.

Confused.

Surrounded by zombies.

He was just going through the motions.

Magic was gone.

And he knew it.

I mean, he knew.

I didn't kill him.

He was already dead.

Now they've got to cut off his head and then burn the body.

Want a drink?

Yeah, good idea.

Oh, we can't get a drink here, Jim. This is a coffee shop.

What was I thinking about? What the hell are we doing here?

You wanted something to eat.

That's right.

Oh, yeah.

Locked up in the hallway tank for two hours.

My stomach rumbling like a volcano.

What I need is a vodka.

I mean, what was I thinking about?

What?

What?

Well, now is not the time to stare at me and wishing you had a butterfly net.

It just seems to me you've gone through something and you haven't quite come out

the other side.

Oh.

You mean I killed somebody.

That concerns you, right?

I killed a fiend who is not dead. That's not murder. It's not the same thing.

He's undead.

And if they don't destroy his body correctly, he'll be back.

He'll be back and it won't be pretty.

I can't quite believe he's dead.

I keep expecting to look up and see him.

It's like he's there, in the corner of my eye.

I look.

He's not there.

You may feel that way for a long time.

Why do you say that?

Because I've had more experience with death than you.

How do you know that it's died that you actually cared about?

My mother.

But you know, she died when I was born.

I want to change my life.

It's not that easy.

Shut up.

Things will be different.

He's gone.

I'm free.

I'm free and I can live a new life.

I can start over.

I'll find someone.

I'll be happy.

You got a cigarette?

Thank you.

That accent, where are you from?

I was born by the Black Sea, under the shadow of the Carpathian Mountains.

Is the Black Sea really black?

It's blue, actually, and very beautiful.

You seem upset.

I am.

Do you want to know why?

I'm going to see my brother.

I haven't seen him for years.

And that makes me anxious.

You don't like him. I love him very much.

But he hates me.

He wants to destroy me.

Does he live in Carpathia? No.

Brooklyn.

I've never been there.

Have you?

Brooklyn?

Once. No, actually twice. A long time ago.

Do you have siblings?

He died.

He killed himself.

He was 21.

He was too young.

Too young to do that.

He don't know anything.

I don't believe that young people don't know anything.

I think they know just about everything.

But they can't defend themselves against what they know.

What about your parents?

It was just me and him.

My parents split up a long time ago.

My dad met a woman who was born again.

Do you know what that means?

Uh -huh.

He got born again, too.

Married her and sown me because my lifestyle was not in sync with their

religion. They moved to Australia with their born -again children.

But I'm married now.

And all of this family stuff, it feels so far removed from me now.

It's almost abstract.

No.

See how you bury the primary pain?

It goes underground.

It seeps into the water supply.

You're poisoned.

All your relationships are poisoned.

You must dare to dredge up the primary pain.

What good would it do?

It frees you.

For myself, I'm not afraid of anything.

It's true.

Life is full of pain.

But the pain I feel is the pain of fleeting joy.

I don't know what that is.

I'm with someone I love.

I feel so much joy.

Then, I have to go away.

Even if it's only for a day, I'm sure I'll never see them again.

I feel so alone.

I don't know what's in front of me.

I can't breathe.

The pain of fleeting joy.

I gotta go.

No, no.

Lucy will kill me. No, wait. You gotta hear the end of the story, the full

story. You wanna hear that, don't you?

This is crucial.

Over the past 400 years, the fiend has had countless bastard children.

Countless.

Born to ravage victims.

Women seduced and abandoned in one night.

The children are all raving idiots.

Insane monsters deformed.

The walking dead.

These creatures are everywhere.

The streets are full of them.

Any major city.

They just blend in.

But he was in love once.

About 200 years ago.

By the Black Sea.

Under the shadow of the Carpathian Mountains.

A simple peasant girl.

Shy.

Poetic. He thought things were possible.

A new life.

He tried to change. Tried to resist the usual pattern.

He managed to show some restraint.

But she... She died in childbirth.

Leaving behind two children a son and a daughter

Twins And after that

He didn't care about anything It was back to basics

His demented uncle, they go out drinking.

Maybe he's fucking around.

I don't know.

He's not happy.

I get worried and angry and lonely.

Ignore me.

I'm drunk.

I didn't know they were pets.

They're actually very shy.

He scares most people.

What's his name?

Bella? What does he eat?

Potatoes, potato salad, beer.

I tried to teach him French, but he wasn't interested.

Maybe he has a learning disability.

Why do you show me that?

I don't know. I just thought it was...

I don't know.

Sorry.

I'm anxious.

I told you.

Want something to drink?

Yes, please.

Your husband is very lucky.

He wouldn't necessarily agree with you at this moment.

I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me.

I'm such an idiot.

Don't talk.

I think I'm in love.

Why do you say that?

I feel terrible.

Sleep it off.

I haven't been interested in a woman in a long time.

Such a long time.

I mean, they're smarter than men.

More sensitive.

I don't need to hear this.

Do I?

Yes.

I do.

You're my best friend.

I don't feel well.

My period's all fucked up.

Me too.

I mean... I'm a fucking madman.

My hair feels drunk.

Your hands are cold.

That's a lot of blood.

I can't do this.

I need... I need sleep.

Yeah. It's me.

Ben Helsing.

We have to talk.

I can't let you in right now.

Lucy's sick.

What's wrong with her?

It's her period.

She gets really bad cramps.

What's me in?

Body disappeared.

What body?

The body of the man I supposedly killed.

I mean, why?

What happened? Did it just sit up on its own and walk out on its own? I don't

think so.

The guy at the morgue, he said a young woman, a young man came by, and he

blacked out.

Oh, wait a minute.

Are you saying... I'm telling you. I'm telling you.

It's the children. They took him back. It's so obvious.

Well, is there a name that we can contact at the morgue and find out? I'll

to him.

We've entered a shadow zone, you and I.

I'm sorry I had to drag you along into it, but I need your help.

If we don't strike immediately, we're sitting ducks.

They have powers.

Supernatural.

The power to see in the dark.

The power to exert their will on weaker minds.

The power to penetrate solid matter.

Pass through any window, any door, cracks in the wall, mirrors.

They're not tired and cheated like their old man.

How do we find them?

How do we fight them?

I can't deal with this now. Lucy's here. Lucy, wait.

We've got a crisis here, don't you get it?

What do I have to do to get through to you?

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy. I'm sorry.

I'll get him to leave.

I have to go to work now.

But you're not well.

Look at you.

You're a wreck.

I'm fine now.

He'll leave us just as soon. You should worry about yourself, Jen.

Some women understand extremes.

They understand how to push things to extremes.

Life and death.

tide, eternal flow.

Women understand that kind of stuff.

And their blood.

Once a month, their bodies let them know that nature is one continuous

disaster.

Your mother was like that.

She would go beautifully and completely haywire.

I was in love with her, you know.

Over the years, I sort of... No, no, no.

Crazy in love with her.

I mean, I never really... I really... I never really

got over it.

No, I never knew that.

Oh, it was a mess.

Your father never forgave me.

Or her.

I meant to tell you about it after she died, but... Somehow the moment just

never popped up.

My father never really forgave you for what?

Jim, your father...

Your father

wasn't really your father.

Oh, Jim.

Jim. Oh, my God.

See that?

They're on to me.

Forces are at work.

I mean, how many times do you see a tarantula rolling around your apartment,

Jim?

It's Lucy's.

It was Lucy's.

Or it's harmless.

That tarantula?

This is the deadly Romanian noctilio.

This mouth is like a tiny poison guillotine.

How are you?

I'm sorry.

The door was open.

I didn't mean to scare you.

The door was open, wasn't it?

How do you think I got in?

Who are you?

I'm Nadja.

Edgar's sister.

Who are you?

I'm Edgar's nurse.

Your sister?

We're twins, Edgar and I.

This is Rainfield.

This is Cassandra, Edgar's nurse.

Rainfield lives with me. He's my slave.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

You're from England?

Ireland.

Blades of music?

No. Snakes.

What's that?

There's no snakes there.

Never have been.

You do look like Edgar.

You really do.

They never mentioned you.

I mean, he said that everyone in his family was dead.

For a father, that is definitely the case.

These are his ashes.

Oh. Yes.

Can I put them down?

You're upset?

Well, it's just him.

Sure, put them down.

before? Never.

Where are these pictures taken?

I don't know.

See, what's freaky about this, Jim, is I won't be the first thing to pop into

mind, but look at the mirror.

The reflection.

Now, I'm here, right?

Okay.

Lucy would have to be... Lucy would have to be

right over there in order to get this angle.

How did you meet, you and Edgar?

He was in South Dakota doing research.

They have a lot of dinosaur bones there.

And he had an attack and landed in the hospital, and I was working there.

And nobody thought he would make it through, but he did. And when he moved

I came with him.

Our father never visited, did he?

No, I never met him.

He sent checks, though.

He was a very cruel and distant man.

He never had time for us.

For years.

Pretended we didn't exist.

How about my father?

Edgar hated him even more than me.

He escaped as soon as he could.

What did your father do that was so bad?

Well...

To you, this will sound weird.

But it's what I remember.

When I was a little girl, maybe five years old, he made me eat big

slices of bread with lots of butter on them to be drunk.

I went to the bathroom with the bread and crept off the butter with a

Then I had to wash the brush.

I was little.

I was scared.

It took a long time.

And to this day, I can't stand to eat butter.

You have to learn to forgive.

Is this really what you like?

What you want to do with your life?

Hang out with sick people?

I think...

That living with someone like this, you either start to hate them or you fall in

love with them.

You shouldn't smoke here.

It's bad for him.

Does he know?

What? How you feel about him.

No, here.

No.

No.

No. No.

No. No.

No.

We must move him into Father's apartment.

He's dying. You know he's dying.

We can look after him together.

We can save him.

You don't know.

I do know. I do know. I understand this because I have it too.

But I've had treatment.

I'm not in bed. I'm not bleeding all over myself. I'm healthy.

It's crazy.

No. He doesn't have to be sick.

Our father made provisions, special medicine, plasma supplements.

We have a big supply in our freezer.

We can save him.

about this in private. Okay.

I mean now.

It's huge.

Yes, for New York. And so dark.

My father was a night bird.

I am the same.

I find comfort in shadows.

I'm no good in the day.

We have an allergy to sunlight.

My whole family.

We can't be totally honest. There's no point in anything, right?

And lately I've been feeling so disconnected from everything.

I take long walks. I go to the park.

Sunsets help somehow.

Calendar art.

Corning of the bitter.

Once or twice a day, I see a woman on the subway I think I could fall in love

with.

No reason, except I like her face, her hands, her neck.

And then I come home, and you're there, and I realize I should be completely

happy.

I mean, today, seeing you so sick, I got so worried.

I felt so helpless.

All I know is I want to be with you forever.

Life is full of pain.

But I'm not afraid.

pain I feel is the pain of fleeting joy.

Well, that's right. I know what that is.

It must be hard to be a nurse.

It's hard to read a medical book without feeling disgust with the whole human

race. Our bodies are so complicated and ugly.

Compared to what?

Plants.

Look at a leaf.

Look at a fern.

How perfect that is.

A plant gives back everything it takes and needs.

water, air, soil, light.

It's all balanced.

It has a balanced existence.

There's no aggression to it.

What's so special about the plasma?

It's very good.

I take supplements every day.

Yeah, but, um, what is it exactly?

The blood of shark embryos.

Shark embryos? Baby sharks.

From Mexico.

Edgar?

I had a rough night last night.

You see where you are?

My sister thinks it'll get much better here.

What did he say?

He says he wants a cigarette.

You know you can't smoke.

You know

I don't understand.

He says he's feeling better.

Good.

I told him about our father.

He's upset.

He says he needs time alone with me.

He wants you to leave.

Just for a moment.

It's okay.

Calm down.

Be patient.

Just wait in the study.

That's dead.

Don't you feel it?

I have his ashes.

He's finally completely dead.

You know what that means?

We can start over.

You're so wrong.

I feel so different.

I am in love with Cassandra.

She's wonderful.

As you get older, you begin to realize that family

is all that really matters.

What else is there?

What else can you count on?

Do you mind if I sit in that chair?

That's the chair I always sit in.

I do mind.

Having a nervous breakdown.

You don't think you've been taking your medicine?

I don't take medicine.

I'm the nurse.

Edgar's the sick one.

Well, maybe you should start taking it.

Because you don't look very well.

And you're still sitting in my chair.

Thank you

You're

in a delicate spot here, you know the things that go on in this house

It'll make you sad.

My best advice for you is to just leave.

Right now.

Just go out the door.

Take a little nature walk.

I have to go check on Edgar now. This is for you.

What is it?

He'll feel better.

It's okay.

She doesn't know you anymore.

Wait, wait.

Either you do what I say, or you get off to the next floor.

Lucy. Good.

Not yet. Okay.

That means, that means she's still with us.

She's an apprentice in the realm of shadows.

There's hope.

But she doesn't flinch from what we have to do.

He is.

Can't you feel it?

Look. Look at the glasses. Jim, the glasses.

What are you doing?

No.

Wait a minute.

Now you can't...

Long story. What are you doing here?

Weren't you out west? Yeah, I was, but... Why didn't you call?

Jim.

Jim.

This is your sister.

Your absence.

This heaviness in the air, this web of negative energy, you feel it?

Yes, I do.

I thought you were in North Dakota.

South Dakota, but lately I've been in Brooklyn.

This is not just Sandra.

These creatures are shapeshifters. They take on the form of people you love and

you relax and they tear you to shreds.

She's in the glasses.

It's her.

No, no, it's them. She's there. No, no, it's them. They invade your thoughts,

then your heart.

We should go now.

It's okay. It's time to go. No, no, no, no. Wait. We have a job to finish.

Lucy?

It's okay.

We're going to go home now.

You've got to lift yourself up so high you can't see the

ground. You don't hear it down.

You've got to...

What have you done to me?

I'm sorry.

I get lonely.

I don't understand. Relax.

Let it happen.

Get lonely?

Is that all you can say? It's no good to get upset.

To resist.

You have to accept things.

It's not so bad.

Rainfield here.

Rainfield is the last one I decided to keep.

We'll have it voluntary.

Looks like rabies.

It's time to go home

They gave me something. Listen.

Some kind of drug in my dream. Cassandra, you've got to get away.

My crazy uncle showed up and my brother was a nightmare.

She wants you.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Edgar Dimitri Nikolai Ionesco Dracula.

You must forgive my sister Nadia. She is not well.

Your sister?

You're the son.

Who is the other guy?

Renfield. He just works for us.

for my sister.

The family curse is selective.

My sister Nadia, she's not responsible for her actions. Really?

She's an adult, isn't she?

She's not human.

But her emotions are like big storms.

Where's your father?

My father?

Right here?

These are his ashes.

Jim.

Jim, did you get her?

Yeah, she's right here.

No, no, no, the creature, Nadja. Where is she?

She's not here?

This is no good.

She got away.

Where is Cassandra?

Jim, from your perspective, how do you

perceive things?

She says she loves me.

She says she can't imagine living without me, but she's been spending too

time alone lately.

She keeps getting that late Sunday afternoon.

She walks around the apartment in that coat, like this.

Looking for cigarettes.

Oh.

She can't sort out her feelings. She can't tell the difference between caring

and wanting.

Emptiness and hunger, loneliness and... Monday.

Half a bagel.

Hot tea and a can of Coke.

Tuesday, I ate two Diet Cokes and a piece of

pizza.

Today, I had a bag of M &M's, but I didn't eat the yellow ones.

Pay the gym.

She's a zombie.

But the simple solution is to find the creature that cast the spell on her and

bring it back. She talks to me.

My sister.

In my head.

You understand?

It's like receiving a psychic fact.

When she's hungry or in pain, I see things.

Image of lashes.

I've tried to block it, but it's very strong.

I mention this because I'm about to receive one right now.

What's he saying?

He says she's injured.

Her powers are fading.

There's only so much she can do here and now.

She's lost a lot of blood.

Replenishment means going back to her native soil.

Her native soil is soaked with blood.

She's on her way back now.

She's in an airplane.

Dying.

Pentarol cigar for a cigarette.

I guess I was homesick without knowing it.

America was getting somehow too confusing.

Didn't you feel that?

I did.

Too many choices, too many possibilities.

Here you have to narrow yourself.

You have to decide what's really important I'm feeling a lot better

I sent Edgar psychic facts.

I'm so tired. I'm getting too old for this.

Sad.

Anyway, it's coming now.

Right now?

Soon.

Not sure about the boat.

The castles.

Since the revolution, the roads are very bad.

No one wants to go up there anyhow.

The problem is, we've lost our spirituality.

We've lost contact with ourselves.

And what our purpose for existence is.

We've lost contact with God.

I don't mean God as a man with a beard, a father, a punisher.

But God as a source, a spirit, a stream of energy and

light that links all things.

We feel empty.

We have a huge hole in ourselves.

I don't know anyone who doesn't have a huge emptiness in their lives.

We look away.

Otherwise, you start asking yourself, why did one day merge with another day?

Why does a black night gather in the mouth?

Why are all these people dead?

Blood.

What? Smells like blood out here.

The castle's just ahead.

This place reminds me of my brother.

I'm scared.

We all are.

What are we doing here?

We need to fix things.

We're married, right?

There are some things in my life I'd like to take back.

But I can't take them back.

I'd still be me.

I'd still be here. I'd still be here with you.

That's right.

Jim.

Jim, come on. We've got to be moving here.

We're going to die.

Edgar, get back down here.

Okay, Jim.

This way.

Hurry.

Cassandra's soul.

is in mortal danger. You know that, don't you?

She'll drink her dry.

Blood is like chewing gum to these creatures.

Where are we?

The basement.

I used to play here as a boy.

But now, it seems so much smaller.

He's growing on me.

Strangely.

But everything ends.

You know that.

It doesn't have to end this way.

This is how I want it.

I want to be over this.

I want to move on.

I want to stop smoking.

Learn a new language.

Go swimming.

Something's got to change.

Maybe we should have told them. Put the gun away.

Children?

Would you like that?

The gun is not necessary. Let me just talk to her.

I can almost picture it.

Talking won't work.

We already know that.

Just keep walking, please.

I don't want her harm.

She's a monster.

Do you hear?

I hate her.

The only way we can save Cassandra and Lucy is by destroying

Nadja.

You're underestimating her.

This is our house.

She's leading us into a trap.

She can hear us.

She can hear through stone and steel.

She can hear the blood in our veins.

Here? Here.

Stay. Sorry.

Don't look away.

They cut off my head, burned my body.

No one knew, no one suspected that I

was now alive in her.

We were married at City Hall.

At first I felt

Shattered.

Lost.

But every day is better.

I have walked behind the sky.

We are all animals, but there is a better way to live.

Sometimes, at night, I hear a voice in my head.

Who is it?

Is it you, Nadja?

Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here

in this life?

I can't hear you.

Who's there?

Is it only me?

Is it myself?

We shall keep in town the thing they call the vine. All the stars will shine

for me.

The hollies will and will the dog for all forever after.

Maybe in the meantime it'll take.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.