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No! No!

Hello.
I've been dying to meet you.

Count Dracula...

Have you eaten?

I've worked up an appetite.
Good thing there are two of you.

No.

Under no circumstances
are there two of us.

Take Mina, lose me.

I know you don't like
to drink the blood of the dead.

You'd die to save this terrified
child?

I'd die to save any terrified child.
Why?

Because I'm not like you.

There's a nobler purpose to my life
than simply prolonging it.

Settle for her, or take me
and learn something.

Run.

Go! Now!

Agatha Van Helsing,

I am going to make you last.

You'll be part of me.

You'll travel to the new world
in my veins.

Come, boy. Suckle.

Ohh. When did you get in?
I didn't hear you.

Close the curtains,
would you, love?

Who are you?

Er...

S-sorry. I didn't mean to disturb
you.

What are you doing here?
Who are you? Um...

Are you a friend of Bob's?

Oh, God, did you have to bring him
home? Sorry.

He invited me in.

What's the state of him?

He's downstairs.

Drunk?

Well, that's certainly
one way of putting it.

What the bloody hell is going on?

Shh...

Bob?

Where's Bob?

Wh...?

What have you done to me fridge?

Is the fridge the white box?

Yeah.

Bob's in the fridge.

Took a bit of...of folding.

Look at her.

So, so beautiful.

He's alive.

Oh, please, you mustn't worry.

He definitely isn't.

Just a bit restless.

Welcome to England, Count Dracula.

What kept you?

Are you hungry?

Agatha!

No...

How long?

Do you need to feed now?

How long was I in the water?

123 years.

Is that all?

I'm sorry?

Ah!

You've been busy.
I like the flying thing.

What about this one over here?
Does that fly, too?

No, that doesn't fly.

OK, I think we've got this.
You can head back.

Roger that.

You're not her, are you?

But it's the same bloodline.

Unmistakable.

May I see that?
Stand your ground, soldier!

It's not a weapon.

No, of course not.
It's a camera. May I see it?

Give it to him.

Yep.

Boo!

How did you recognise it?

Can't look like any camera
you've ever seen.

I've been around since the 15th
century.

Things change.
You get used to it.

You do seem to be accelerating,
though.

Very good.

Smile.

Please.

I'm sure you have a very pretty
smile. May I see it?

Want to do it together?

Hmm?

Yeah?

Ah. Smile.

There. Smile.

Drop your weapon! Drop yours!

Drop it! Drop yours!

Now, please, have mercy and smile.

I've been sleeping underwater
for more than a century.

There are many advantages
to being a vampire,

but it does make it hard
to be a morning person.

There.

That's better.

You see? I'm not so bad after all.

Man down! Smile.

Drop that weapon! Don't shoot him!

Do not shoot him!

I said drop it! Smile.
Drop it now! No.

I can hear your pulse.

It's very lively now.

Van Helsing.

Descendent, I assume?

Sister Agatha Van Helsing
was my great-great-aunt

on my father's side.

I really liked her.

By my understanding,
you killed her.

Killing is healthy competition.

Mercy is disrespect.

Go, go! Follow your orders!

I like the noise it makes.
That's a nice touch.

Listen...he's really not worth
your sympathy.

He enjoyed hitting you, you know.

I've acquired some of
your husband's memories.

I think you would say
that I've downloaded them.

How?

Orally.

May I?

Kathleen, isn't it?

Yeah.

What's wrong with your servants,
Kathleen?

Is it their day off?

I'm assuming you have staff.

You're clearly very wealthy.

Wealthy?

Yes! Well, look at all this stuff.

All this food.

The moving picture box.

Um, and that thing outside.
Bob calls it, um...

..a car.

Is that yours? Yeah.

And this...

..treasure-trove is your house.

It's a dump.
It's amazing.

Kathleen, I've been a nobleman
for 400 years.

I've lived in castles and palaces
among the richest people of any age.

Never, never have I stood

in greater luxury
than surrounds me now.

This is a chamber of marvels!

There isn't a king or
queen or emperor

that I have ever known, or eaten,

who would step into this room
and ever agree to leave it again.

I knew the future
would bring wonders.

I did not know
it would make them ordinary.

400 years?

Oh, sorry. Uh, 500, actually.

I slept in. Who are you?

I'm a vampire.

No, no, don't be silly, Kathleen.

You know it's true.
People always know.

Trust the hairs on the
back of your neck.

I'm the reason you have them.

Now...

There usually are questions.

Um...

Do you have a reflection?

I'm sorry? In the mirror.

They don't have reflections in the
films, vampires.

Do I look like someone who can't see
himself in the mirror? Hmm?

Er...

Most of the vampire legends
are wrong...or misunderstood.

But mirrors...

I don't see any less in
a mirror than you do.

I see more.

Ah!

MUSIC: Intro to
Beethoven's 5th Symphony

Ah, no!

Do you have an orchestra?

Hello?

Telephone. Thank you, Bob.

Who else is up there?

Get in the box.

How did you find me?

It's not difficult to follow
a trail of devastation.

The sun is up.
You need to get in the box.

Um, you may not have noticed,
but there's a roof over my head.

I've noticed.
Whoa! Oh!

Get in the box.

Did you hear me?

Are you in the box?

Meet me downstairs.

Hello?

Count Dracula?

Hello?

OK, I'm coming in.

Keep in mind, I've got people
outside.

Anything happens to me, they're
going to tear the roof off and let
you burn.

Hello?

Where are you?

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me.

Kill me!

Scared yet?

You're killing me.

It doesn't have to hurt.

Bah!

Get the box.
Get him in the box.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Where do we put him?

Straight to isolation.

Johnny?

Hey.

Tonight.
You could bring someone.

Who?

I don't know, just bring someone.

You're not getting all sentimental
on me, are you?

Course not.

Sentimental is just stalking!

See you later.

Bye.

Lucy!

What time did you get in last night?

It's not healthy.

Yeah, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Hey!

Quincey!

Everyone, this is Quincey.

He's an American, from Texas.

Texas!

Evenin'.
Never known a cowboy before.

Are you a cowboy, Quincey?

Uh, no, no.

Not really, ma'am, no. Ma'am!

I mean, I ride quite a bit,
but I never really...

He rides?

Come on, cowboy, let's dance.

I need to pee.

So, I never asked you what you do.

Lucy didn't seem sure.

Like a nurse or something?

I'm a junior doctor.

But I want to specialise in mental
health.

You?

Lucy says you've got money.

Uh...

...I guess.

You've got to wonder if she'd be
into me if I wasn't rich.

But then...

..would I like her if she was ugly?

They do have actual loos
here, you know.

There's a queue.

You're terrible.

Shut up, it's quicker out here.
No, I'm talking about Jack.

What about Jack?

Don't tell me you haven't seen
the look on his face.

It's not like I've never shagged
him. What's he complaining about?

I think he might be in
love with you. Don't be daft.

It was like...three times?

Four, depending what you count.

Oh, you'll get a reputation!

What?!

Thank you, Queen Victoria.

You know what I mean.

I do. It's called slut shaming.
Yeah, it takes one to know one.

Why shouldn't I have fun?
Jesus, I'm only 22.

It's not like I'm going to marry
anyone.

If it's any consolation,
I think you're very cute.

I mean, I know you're not...not gay.

I mean, obviously,
what with Lucy and all.

Three times, four?

I mean, no, I just wanted to...

Look, sorry.

Sorry, I wish I'd never...

Oh, my God.

Yes, yes, yes!

I hope they'll be very happy.

Neither do I.

Want to get a drink?

Yeah, but, uh...

..I can't.

See you.

No!

I didn't have the time to bring
anything.

You don't need anything.

We've been trying to contact you
for hours.

Sorry, I was in a
club. It was...noisy.

So...

..you've actually found him?

You weren't drinking? I don't drink.
Good.

Neither does he.

In here.

What do I do with my clothes?

Just leave them on the chair.

Is this information up to date?

Um, yeah, I think so.

How many of us are there?
You're about to meet everyone.

Here, can you put this on, please?

Hello, Jack.

Zoe.

Dr Helsing.

How are you feeling? It's a big day
for science, I suppose.

I wasn't really expecting
it on my watch.

I meant, how are you? Oh.

Asymptomatic so far.

Try not to think about it.

I thought you were withdrawing
from the programme.

I thought there was a girl.
Yeah.

I did too.

Well, come on! The
briefing's started.

So this is the main
part of the ship.

Basically undisturbed for
over 100 years.

The original teams were looking
in the wrong place.

No-one realised quite how close
Count Dracula's ship got

to the British mainland.

Oh, hello. Jack Seward.

Hello, Jack.

Sorry to be so late.

Oh, don't worry,
I haven't got to the good bit yet.

Another O negative, I see?

Vanilla.

Welcome, Jack.

There's nothing wrong with vanilla.

We searched the wreck
for three days,

but what we were looking for
was approximately

200 yards south of it.

Now, a box this old,

you'd expect at least a few
barnacles.

But look at it!

Untouched by any living thing.

Well, there you are.

Your life's work.

You don't look so happy.

Yeah. Not as happy as
the Pope would be

if Jesus actually turned up.

As you can see,
even after 123 years,

the body was perfectly preserved.

Or so we thought.

The body was not preserved.

Dracula was, in fact, alive.

Though dormant.

Apparently in some kind
of restorative coma,

in which he would have remained

if I hadn't been stupid enough
to feed him.

So in case you're wondering,
yeah, vampires bite.

You need to know
what you're signing up for.

We will keep you safe,

but this isn't just
about giving blood.

It's not just another
student drug trial.

There is a reason it is better paid.

Now, you will have controlled
exposure to a vampire.

Are we clear?
Bye.

Obviously, at this point,
having triggered his revification,

we opted for tactical retreat.

We resealed the box so nothing could
interfere with the process

and we monitored from the shore.

It took Dracula another ten hours
to fully revive.

And of course, we were waiting for
him on the beach.

Why?

Did you hear me?
Why is that there?

What is it for?

It's a toilet. I'm a vampire.

Why have you given me a toilet?

Good morning, Count Dracula.

How are you settling in?

Well, uh, I have a chemical toilet.

And this.

You have every book written
during your coma,

and somewhere to sit.

Well, I need more than books, Zoe.

Take off your coat
and roll up your left sleeve.

Why?

Because I told you to,
and I can break you with a sunbeam.

I'm coming in.

Make any attempt to attack me,

and my colleague will fully open the
roof and burn you to a crisp.

Do you understand?

So you're a doctor this
time, are you?

I think I preferred
the disappointed nun.

I'm a scientist. Well, that amounts
to the same thing.

I'm not Sister Agatha.

I'm Dr Helsing, and I'm the woman
in charge of this foundation.

In charge of it?

Oh, of course. I suppose women's
rights

are just something you
slept through.

Women's what? Did you say rights?

You'll get the hang of it.

No, no, no, please try and explain.

I missed an entire century.

What are...rights?

Nobody has rights, Zoe.

Man, woman or monster.

No-one, nowhere.

It's just a lunatic fantasy.

Or civilisation,
as we like to call it.

Give me your left arm. Why?

Because you're going to give blood.

Well, this is a first.

So tell me, what is
the Jonathan Harker Foundation?

I can't seem to penetrate the skin.

Oh?

Give it to me.

Take this.

Hold this.

Johnny was a fine man.

What has this place got
to do with him?

Oh, you remember Harker, then?

Mm.

This foundation was set up by
Mina Murray, his fiancee.

Do you remember her?

Barely.

Insipid little thing.

Flavourless, one imagines.

But you left her alive.

Go! Now!

When her father died,
she inherited his fortune

and with the cooperation
of Sister Agatha's extended family,

they set up this foundation
in Jonathan's name.

So you run the family firm.

I've always approved
of inherited power.

Democracy is the tyranny
of the uninformed.

Only in blood...

..do we find the truth, Zoe.

Our primary purpose
is medical research,

but with the stipulation that,
were you ever to be found,

you would be trapped, studied,
understood, and humanely fed.

You're a unique specimen. No.

I'm a 500-year-old warlord.

And...

..I know mercenaries
when I see them.

Who's funding this place?

Because people who can afford
mercenaries

are very rarely
interested in medicine.

You're withholding information.
I'm giving you everything.

Blood is lives.

Everything is in the blood, Zoe,
if you know how to read it.

Do you know how to read it?

You couldn't read mine.
You choked on it.

I remember the flavour, though.

..what IS that?

You're...

You're fast, you're clever, driven.

But driven by what?

Agatha was always trying to
save everybody, but you...

You hold yourself apart.

Friendless.

Loveless.

Childless.

Compromised. Corrupt, even.

Zoe Helsing,
there's a shadow on your heart.

I've sampled this
bitter bouquet before,

and these days, I believe,

you call it...

..cancer.

That's why your blood
was poison to me.

You're dying.

Doctor, I need to talk you.

What is it? Who's this?

Oh, hi, Frank.

Sorry. Yes, hello.
Bit late - er, trains.

What are you thinking?
Get rid of him.

Throw him out of
the bloody building!

Dr Helsing, I think
you'd better listen.

Who are you?
I'm sorry, that's rude of me.

This is Frank Renfield.
We've been, um, Skyping.

Hello. Dr Helsing, isn't it?

I-I-I'm sure we can sort all this
out. Skyping?

Ah, yes. Um, thanks for this.

You're online? You're not supposed
to be online.

Well, don't you know
how these things work?

Terribly clever.

Who gave him the Wi-Fi password?

Well, it's my name.

Oh, Jesus.
Tell Dr Helsing who you are.

Right. Well, yes.

I'm Count Dracula's lawyer.
His what?

His lawyer. His lawyer?

Sorry. Well, not sorry,
but, you know.

I'm afraid it does look like you're
keeping him here against his will.

And whilst my client
doesn't want to make a fuss, well,

that's not really on, is it?

Since when do you have a lawyer?

Um...

..189...6?

Exactly. Yes.

We've been representing Count
Dracula since September 12th, 1896.

Well, Hawkins and Wentworth have.

Wasn't there myself.

Not that old! N-No offence.

1896?

We purchased some properties for the
Count and arranged his resettlement.

Does it bother you that the man
who engaged your firm in 1896

is standing over there
without a single grey hair?

Thank you.

Oh, it does, yes.
Quite a lot, really.

In fact, I think it's properly
frightening. Don't you?

But the thing is, you see,
being well over a century old

is not actually against the law.

What's against the law
is you locking him up.

I think you might have forgotten,
Dr Helsing...

..Count Dracula has rights.

He's a bloody vampire!

I-I feel that's
an emotionally loaded term.

It is the correct term.

It's not a legal term.
Has he harmed anyone? Yes. No.

Well, on the beach, he... No.

There were rumours of an incident
on the beach a few nights ago,

but there was no trace of anything
the following morning,

and everyone has stopped talking
about it.

So either there's been
some sort of cover-up,

in which case the police
will certainly be interested,

or there was no incident to cover up
in the first place

and my client is guilty of nothing.

Which would you prefer?

After all, why would a medical
research facility

have access to, I don't know, let's
say...

mercenaries?

I'm not curious for
myself, you understand,

but people are such gossips.

Count Dracula has given
a deadline for his release -

11 minutes past eight this evening.

Slightly odd timing, but
he has his ways.

It's not odd. It's not
odd at all, Mr Renfield.

11 minutes past eight is sunset.

I'm sending you an e-mail.

Dear Zoe,

thank you for being such
a courteous host.

It is, however, the tradition

that the courteous host
must speed the parting guest,

and I'm sure you will accord with
this.

Also, thank you for your offer of
food.

However, it is not my practice
to eat cattle.

In the matter of blood, I'm a
connoisseur.

Blood is lives.

Blood is testimony.

The testimony of everyone
I have ever destroyed

flows in my veins.

I will choose with care
who joins them now.

Ripeness is the first moment of
decay.

Sweetness is the promise of
corruption.

I shall look for the perfect food
of this world.

And I will find it.

Never doubt that.

I will find it.

Blood is everything you needed to
know, Zoe,

if you understand how to read it.

Have you worked out how yet?

If you ever hope to match me,
you'll have to.

The Jonathan Harker
Foundation - terribly interesting.

Did some tremendous work
during the last two flu outbreaks,

but their funding stream is,
to say the least, opaque.

One might almost say...occult.

Where did you go?

Are you sulking?

Just cos I got engaged?

Jack, don't sulk.

Um, Jack's not here at the moment.

Who shall I say called?

Oh, sorry.

Tell him it's Lucy.

Lucy Westenra.

Who's this?

Hello, Lucy Westenra.

I'm Count Dracula.

Agatha Van Helsing...

..you'll be part of me.

You'll travel to the new world
in my veins.

Come, boy. Suckle.

I can't do two more days of this.
What?

I feel bloody terrible already.
Lightweight!

Stick your head out the window.
It's the Jagerbombs.

That last one tasted like
furniture polish.

Where are the crisps? I can't get
the taste out of my mouth.

Somebody said they were getting
crisps.

They only had plain ones.

Plain? Oh, Jesus.
What's good about no flavour?

FRANK: What was wrong with the
physicist?

No flavour.
And the tennis player?

Stringy.

Master, I am trying to provide you

with precisely the skill sets
you're hoping to acquire.

Listen, for 500 years,
I have not had to exercise,

but these days everything is done
for you

and everything is being delivered,
even food.

SAM: Are we nearly there?

ZEV: Another 20 minutes.
Ugh!

What? Just texting.

I know that face. What face?

Yours.

Master, you came to me
with a programme, a plan,

some genuinely fresh initiatives
for...

..well, let's call it what it is...

..world domination.

May I ask, as your lawyer,
what are you doing with your time?

You can't afford to feed on just,
uh, anyone.

Oh, dot-dot-dot.
There's a reply coming!

Give it back.
Are you not eating with us?

She's drinking with us.

Give it here!

Uh, uh, uh - reply's in.

Lucy Westenra, you're getting
married.

Yeah, final days as a free woman.
Give it here.

How should I reply?

Yes. Just say yes.

"Ms Westenra is available
for a late dinner."

I'm saying, though,
we've got karaoke!

So who's this one, then?

D?

Who's D?

What about this one?

"Staying locally.
Double first from Oxford.

"Martial arts expert. Non-drinker."

Ah. Sorry. Already have dinner
plans.

I am trying, Dark Lord.

I do sometimes wonder

what it is that you actually want.

What about the Harker Foundation?
Are they still taking an interest?

There is some activity.

However, your lady friend
has left their employ...

My lady friend?

Dr Helsing.

I'm unclear exactly what's happened,

but I'm assuming...

...she'll take no further interest
in you.

Mm.

HE YAWNS

What's the time?

Half two.

You know what?

I think there's blood
in my alcohol stream.

Yeah.

Did you hear what I said? I did.

There's blood... ..in your
alcohol stream. It was hilarious.

It's the wrong way round, you see?

Stop, you're killing me.

Are you even drunk?

Were you even drinking properly?

Maybe I'm saving myself.

For dinner? Mm!

For D?

Don't.

Who's hungry at this time of night?

Are you sure about all this?

About what?

Marrying Quincey.

I like him.

You're supposed to love him.

OK, I love him, then.

Cos he loves you.

And Jack loves you.

Everybody loves you.

Yeah, I'm pretty, that happens.

Woo! Listen to her.

Do you know what it's like
when you're pretty? Yes!

Everybody smiles.

You never see the world
without a big, stupid smile

on its face.
HE GROANS

The thing you don't get...

..marriage...

..is for life.

Yeah, but life isn't forever.

Tart.

Hungry.

You could've waited.

I need to feed on someone, Lucy.

You don't always give your consent.

I bet this one didn't.

Fast food.

So why does my consent matter?

It doesn't, but it's delicious.

I'm a gourmet, not a glutton.

Why always a graveyard?

I like to spend time
with people my own age.

Yeah, funny guy.

Very funny.

Where will you be buried?

Why?

Because I might want to visit.

That's next-level clingy.

Thank God I'm being cremated. No.

Shut up.

Everyone is.
It's a waste of space, all this.

Listen to me.

Do not let them burn you.

Why not?

It hurts.

I've never heard anyone complain.

Well, I have.

I'd say there are...

..nine here.

Yes, nine.

Nine what?

Sufferers.

Come here.

Give me your hand.

What am I doing?

Listening.

What's that?

What does it sound like?

Knocking.

Knocking, yes.

On a coffin lid.

From the inside.

Turn on the lights, please.

100 million...

Someone turn on the lights!
245,000...

I can't...I can't feel it!

Help me! Help me!

Are they vampires?

Nothing so evolved.
They're just undead.

The unfortunate few
who remain sentient as they rot.

Ah!

The children of the night,
what music they make.

Help me!

Bloofer lady. Bloofer lady.

Bloofer lady.

Bloofer?

Beautiful. He means you.

Bloofer lady.

How does he know I'm here?

Because he's looking at you.

Right there.

Bloofer lady.

Bloofer lady play peekaboo.

Peekaboo!

Some of the little ones
wriggle their way to the surface.

I think they can smell the worms.

Can you see me yet?

No, no, no! No, no!

Don't play with him.

He'll follow you home.

Would he really?

You know, in a very, very long life,

I don't think I've ever met anyone
quite like you.

You really don't care, do you?

The perfect food.

Lucy?

Shit.

Dying is
the only remaining novelty.

Every other human experience
is catalogued somewhere

in your endless chattering
libraries.

Nothing comes fresh.

Every living instant is shop-soiled
and second-hand

except that one moment in life
that no-one can report back on.

In a world of travelled roads...

..death is the last unprinted snow.

You don't half talk a lot of shit.

You know, people don't
usually say that to me.

Yeah, you kill them before they can.

Basically, you're blocking people.

Do you love me? No.

Will you ever love me? No.

Well, that's one less thing
to worry about.

Aren't you even a
little scared of me?

Aren't you afraid of anything?

Even dying?

Everybody dies.

Lucy, you're a very special flavour.

Two minutes,

if you've still got the appetite.

Three. Five.

Special treat.

What do you want to dream about
tonight?

Put me somewhere beautiful...

..where no-one can see me...

..where I don't have to smile.

"Unscrupulous doctor deployed
tanner's knife," 12 letters.

Dracula...

..is...

..my...lord.

Lucy?

Lucy!

Lucy?

Luce?

What the hell?

Jack, please, you've got to see her.

She won't see doctors,
but she might see you.

Could I speak to Dr Helsing, please?

No.

No, I didn't know that.

Hello.

Did somebody send you?

Sorry, no offence,
but I'm really not a believer.

Zoe?

DOOR OPENS

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Oh, Jack. Hello.

Sorry, I was...I was dreaming.
Please, come in.

Thanks.

Sorry if I startled you.

No, no, you didn't. Ugh.

Try again, I'm incredibly bored.

I didn't bring any grapes or
anything.

I hate grapes.
In that case, you're welcome.

It's very kind of you
to come and see your old mentor.

Is it, Jack?

Is it kind?

Oh, Jack.

You were my star pupil.

I only suggested you
for the donor programme

so you could get some easy money,
get you through college.

I never thought Dracula
would actually come back.

Nobody did.

So...

What do you think...

..about Lucy?

It's possible.

Could be him.

Dracula chooses his victims
for a reason.

Is there anything...special about
her?

I love her.

But she's a perfectly ordinary girl.

She can't be.

Because if it is Dracula...

..what keeps him coming back for
more?

Hello?

Who's down there?

Is that you?

Peekaboo.

Peekaboo.

Bloofer lady.

Peekaboo.

May I come in?

Peekaboo.

Please avert your eyes - I, um...

..I have to murder a child.

As we used to say in Vladivostok.

I'm ill.

Well, not ill, precisely.

Look at my face.

So, so beautiful.

I'm as white as a sheet.

As the last unprinted snow.

Am I dying?

You're mortal.

You've been dying
since the day you were born.

My people have a saying,

"One should always speed a parting
guest."

How are you feeling, love?

Just going to make some
tea. Want some?

I'll bring you a cuppa.

You stay there!
You need to keep your strength up.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Shh.

Hush, Lucy, you're mine now.

You've nothing left to fear.

You won't be long in your grave.

Your mind screams aloud,

but for now, your
body must be silent.

In the midst of life, we
are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succour
but of Thee, O Lord,

who for our sins art justly
displeased?

Yet, O Lord, God most holy...

..deliver us not into the bitter
pains of eternal death.

# I sit and wait

# Does an angel

# Contemplate my fate?

# And do they know

# The places where we go

# When we're grey and old? #

No! No!

Help me!

Come on.

# And through it all

# She offers me protection

# A lot of love and affection

# Whether I'm right or wrong... #

It's like...I can hear her.

I can feel her crying for me.

Help! Help!

Hello?

Hello, is someone there?

Is someone here?

Did someone open the furnace?

It's not supposed to be open yet.

Did you...

..put me...

What...?
..in the fire?

I'll be with you in a moment.

Where am I?

That is not the question, Zoe.

I may call you Zoe, mayn't I?

The question is -
what are Dracula's limitations?

So, we know three things.

He cannot enter an abode
without an invitation.

He cannot stand in the sunlight.

And he fears, above all things,
the sight of the cross.

But you see, we are wrong.

These three things must be one
thing, much tidier.

God is always tidy.
Well, according to his own account.

Oh, do stop hanging your mouth open
like that.

Dracula drank my blood,
and you drank his.

Blood is lives.

What's left of mine is in him,
and now also in you.

As he promised, I have travelled
to the new world in his veins.

There are an awful lot of people
in Dracula's blood,

but I suppose my DNA
syncs with yours.

Oh, what a useful vocabulary I now
have!

Who are you?
It's perfectly obvious who I am.

So, what does Dracula fear?
I don't know.

What does he want, then?
I don't know.

Yes, you do.

He returned to feed on Lucy Westenra
time and time again.

Well, he could feed off anyone in
London, anyone in the world.

Why return to one perfectly ordinary
girl night after night?

Who are you?
Who do I look like?

Me.

Correct! Now, think, think, think.

What does he want, and what does he
fear?

I don't know. I don't care.
It's not my problem any more.

I am inside your head.

I feel your guilt.

Your foundation,

it was funded by...

Oh, I can't see it.

You don't like to think
about it, do you?

Wherever that money came from,

I did good with it.

For many years, yes.

But you also brought Dracula back to
life with it,

so he's still very much your
problem, and you know that.

What can I do?

Poor child.

As our Lord said that night in
Gethsemane,

"The spirit is willing,
but the flesh is weak."

Tell me who you are.

I am the spirit.

And you are the flesh.

The darkness of Dracula
shall guide us to the light.

I'm dying. I'm dead.

But I'm Sister Agatha Van Helsing
of the St Mary's convent, Budapest,

and neither of us are quite done
yet.

I need you to pick me up
from the hospital.

I'm...discharging myself.

Zoe, you're dying.

Well, don't take too long, then.

Beautiful.

Beautiful lady.

Bloofer lady.

So, Master, in conclusion,

I feel we should continue to
consider the Harker Foundation

an active personal threat.

62, I think.

Accountant.

We shall, of course,
continue to monitor their activities

using agents local to the area,
some discreet hacking...

..and your suggestion...bats.

Can I just...?

You don't look very surprised.

You don't look very dead.

I'm getting there.

Finding you wasn't difficult.

A man of your breeding and ego

is temperamentally
incapable of hiding.

One just looks for
an unnecessarily tall building,

multiple exits, and...

..no view of a church.

Also, your number's listed.

How kind of you...

..bringing a bottle to the party.

Very inferior vintage.

But the gesture is appreciated.

Put him down. Why?

This is England.

Conversation precedes dinner.

Quite right, Dr Helsing.

You're expecting company.

Yes.

Lucy Westenra?

Ah, you know her?

Well, this is Dr Seward.

It was his phone you stole.

You might say I introduced you.

Ah! And now she's dead.

If you're expecting Lucy
to rise from the grave this evening,

Count Dracula, you might be
interested

to know that she was cremated.

Cremated?

But I told her, I warned her...

..and still she let them
put her in the fire?

Apparently.
No, no, no, you don't understand.

She would have been conscious
the whole time.

Her flesh melting, every cell
carbonised,

every particle of her
being incinerated!

Stings a bit, I believe.

There.

You see?

You have underestimated
the resilience of the vampire.

I've always liked a lively one.

Um, Dr Seward...

She was your friend, was she?
Yes.

Now might be a good time
to reflect that beauty...

..is only skin deep.

Brave heart, Jack.

Remember, it is the soul, not the
aspect, that one loves.

Dr Helsing,
you don't sound quite yourself.

Are you all right?

Perfectly.

Hello, you.

Did you have much trouble
finding the place?

I can always sniff you out, babe.

Jack!

Oh, Jack, what are you doing here?

Oh!

And who's this?

Finally he brings someone.

A bit pale, though,
if you don't mind me saying.

Did you start without me?

I'm not on the menu.
I'm an old friend.

We go way back.

Why are you
just standing there, Jack?

Kiss me.

Kiss me, Jack.

Kiss me.

Lucy, no.

Come on, Jack, kiss me
like you used to.

Kiss me.

Kiss the girl, Dr Seward.

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

What's wrong, Jack?

You can't look at me now?

The boy who looks at me all day,
every day. Can't you look now?

What's the matter, Jack?

Lucy, can't you see yourself?

Of course I can see myself.

Bloofer lady.

Bloofer lady!

Everyone... Everyone smiles
when you're beautiful.

Why aren't you smiling, Jack?

If you're so beautiful, Lucy...

...why don't you take a selfie?

You smell funny.

She's dying.

Beware the bitter bouquet, Lucy.

The blood of the dying
is death to the vampire.

You smell of death.
It's not just me.

No, no, no!

My patient, Dr Seward.

My patient.

No, no...

Lucy, my love,

it's the shock.

It's the shock.

But you've done so well.

You've done so well!

Look at me!

I see you, bloofer lady.

Will I always be like this?

Yes. Promise. Always.

But I was beautiful.

Beauty is never more than a
disguise, Lucy, you've outgrown it.

I don't want to. I don't want to!

Listen, listen.

Shh, shh.

Shh, listen to me. Listen.

Listen to me!

Listen!

You're my finest bride yet.

In 500 years, you were the only one

who willingly opened up her veins.

You knew what was happening.

You embraced it. You accepted it.

Now you can live forever.

Like this?

Look at me!

I don't mind.

Oh, don't you? No.

Well, I do! I mind!

Lucy.

Kiss me.

No, no...

You don't...

You don't want to kiss me...

..like this.

Lucy Westenra, there has never been
a day I didn't want to kiss you.

And there never will be.

Oh, Jack.

Oh, Jack.

Do it.

Do it. Do it.

For me.

Do it for me.

She was my most promising
experiment.

Took me 500 years

to make a bride this good.

Now look what you've done.

She was never yours.

Or mine.

Or anyone's.

Well, I suppose she died well.

That's a rare quality,
you can take it from me.

Quality, or flavour?

Ah...flavour.

Very particular.
In my experience...unique.

She almost seemed in
love with death.

AGATHA: That's it. That is
everything.

And that's why her.

Jack, you must go.

I can't leave you.

I'm about to have a personal
conversation with Count Dracula.

And I'm certain
he won't want it witnessed.

Why not? Because there's
only one thing

in this world that you're truly
afraid of,

and finally I know what it is.

I-I don't.

I know you don't.

Dr Seward, you may leave.
Get out. Dr Helsing...

No. I can't just...

Jack, if you want to
throw your life away

in some act of selfless heroism,

there will be other opportunities.

It's going to be a beautiful day.

Thank you.

Well?

How did it taste?

How did what taste?

Dr Helsing, I think
you drank my blood.

It's 93 million miles away.

It really isn't going to hurt you.

I don't understand.

I have very few breaths left to
explain, so don't interrupt.

Consider Count Dracula,

who cannot bear to look in a mirror.

Agatha?

Dracula who won't stand revealed
in the sunlight,

who cannot enter a home
without invitation.

These aren't curses.

They are merely habits
that become fetishes

that become legends that
even you believe.

The rules of the beast...

..as we discussed so very long ago.

But why?

What are you afraid of?

You are a warrior
from a long line of warriors.

Your grandfather died in battle.

Your father, your brothers,
your sons, their sons.

All of them fell as heroes
on the battlefield.

But not you.

Not Count Dracula, the warlord who
skulks in the shadows

and steals the lives of others.

Unwelcome everywhere.

Who sleeps in a box of dirt
yet dreams of a warrior's grave.

Who suddenly found himself in the
thrall

of a girl in love with
the thing he fears the most...

..death.

And now we know why this works.

Because it speaks
of the courage you long to possess.

The courage it takes to die.

I call you ashamed.

Count Dracula is ashamed.

I don't need this any more.

I'm dying.

I am doing the one thing
that you can never do, Dracula.

You're in pain.

I am equal to it.

You seek to conquer death,

but you cannot,
until you face it without fear.

Goodbye, Count Dracula.

Shuffle back to your box of dirt.
The game is over. You lose.

You will live forever...

..in shame.

Beautiful.

Look at that, Agatha.

It's beautiful.

This isn't real.

This is a dream.

Of course it is.

You're drinking my blood.

And my blood is deadly to you.

Yes.

So you'll die.

So will you.

After all this time,
did you think I'd let it hurt?