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What does he want with her?

The Master does not want!

She is already his.

He said that
Vanessa was with the Master.

This is the creature
she called Dracula.

I've got to get him
to tell us where she is.

We're going
to try to make you healthy.

Do you not see the cruelty
of what you are doing, Victor?

You created life...
so let it live.

For all her furious power,

your valiant leader
was snuffed out.

Will we go
to the Highlands when I 'm well?

Yes. We shall go everywhere,
thee and me.

I need to find Miss Ives.

We all need
to find Miss Ives.

She is the only one
who can stop all this.

And what is "all of this"?

The End of Days.

Tell me where she is, or I'll
put a bullet through you.

She has made her choice.
Leave her in peace.

I know that my destiny
is joined with hers.

I will not stop.

It was unholy carnage.

Ripped through them like
old Jack the Ripper himself.

And there were
two of them?

Like wolves they were.

Teeth wet with blood.

Fistfuls of flesh
they ate and ate.

So he comes for me...

the Wolf of God.

And the other one,
the gray wolf.

That I can't say.

Shall I send some
of these ones after him?

No.

No. He's too strong.

What do you fear?

I don't know what you mean.

I can smell it on you.

He's coming...

your Mr. Chandler.

I have reason to fear him.

He is foretold
as my singular enemy.

Fear not old prophecies.

We defy them.

We make our own heaven...

and our own hell.

Let him come.

He and I shall write
the ending in blood.

As it was always
going to be.

Vanessa.

You.

How did I not know?

None of my tribe knew.

When the moon became full,
I would steal away

and I would find
the enemy's camp.

I would wait
for the wolf to devour me.

I believed that this was

a great gift from God,

that I had been given

the power
to save my people.

I was wrong.

The soldiers kept coming.

My people kept dying,

But then a vision
was sent to me

about a man
with a true heart,

a SOH.

And only then
did I understand

my true purpose.

It was not
to save my people.

It was to give you the power
to save all people.

You did this to me?

You made me
this monster?

I claimed you for God.

Do you know how many people
I've murdered?

How many have suffered?

Their blood
is on my soul!

You have poisoned my heart.

I have given you

the power to save her!

Graves will overflow.

The rivers
will run with blood.

And darkness
will consume the Earth.

Only one man
can stop this.

I, alone, understand

the sins you have committed,

the pain you carry.

But all your life,
you have run from this pain.

You ran from your father.

You ran from your tribe.

Tonight...

you stop running.

Tonight you accept
the destiny

that God has granted.

I will do whatever I need to

to save her.

Promises he has made.

Delicious promises.

Tasty morsels
I shall have.

None more tasty
than you, my dear.

Oh, stop,
you'll turn my head.

Oh, yes,

he'll give you to me,
as my reward.

Hold on.

What's that?

I'll have none of your
witch doctoring!

Move a muscle,
I'll thrash the skin off you.

Leave my
fucking brain alone, you cunt!

Where is Miss Ives?

She's happy where she is.
Leave her be.

Where is she?

She'll never be happy
sitting by the fire

in your loveless mansion.

Let her be.

And let this
wretched world end

and let another begin.

The world of the night.

The world of the bat

and the owl and the spider.

The blessed dark.

He's a handsome man,
your master.

Ah. Radiant.

And he's been kind to you.

Bountiful with the gore,
he's been.

I should like to meet him.

You will.

You all will.

Won't you
take me to him?

Clever girl.

Shh!

You're safe with me.

Let's walk there,
shall we?

What's that I see?

You don't want to see
what I see, Doctor.

Once seen,
it can't be unseen.

Where are we, Renfield?

What are we seeing?

Is it the fog still?

Or is it the clouds
of opium now?

Oh, the smell
in this place is noxious.

From the fish stalls,
I think.

And what is it we hear?

The tap, tap, tap

of the tattoo pen
into the pink flesh

and the drops of blood
as they drip,

drip, drip to the floor.

What is this place?

Where I go
to find my master.

But they're
always watching me.

Take my hand, please.

I have sinned here, Mother.

I have smoked opium
with yellow devils

and planted my seed
in unworthy whores.

Can you forgive me?

Of course.

Yes.

Please, take me
to your master.

You know,

I wish we had been friends,

you and I.

If I had known a friend
like you in my life,

I mightn't have
ended this way,

so pitiful and pale.

No one ever believed
in me, you see.

No one cared.

Help me, Renfield.

I'll be your friend.

I think you will.

Thank you.

Then we'll go on.

Where are we going?

The dead place.

You would have
been proud of her.

She remained your faithful
acolyte until the end.

She had no fear.

The others?

Gone.

To where they came from,
I assume.

So my great enterprise
comes to no more than this.

One more dead child.

Be kind to yourself, Lily.

Passion will undo
the best of us

and lead only to tragedy.

It's ever thus for those
who care so deeply.

Better not to care
at all, Dorian?

In my experience.

I don't want
to live like that.

You'll learn to,
in time.

Do you not yet comprehend

the wicked secret
of the immortal?

All age and die,
save you.

All rot and fall to dust,
save you.

Any child you bear
becomes a crone

and perishes
before your eyes.

Any lover
withers and shrinks

into incontinence
and bent, toothless senility.

While you...

only you...

never age.

Never tire.

Never fade.

Alone.

But after a time,
you'll lose the desire

for passion entirely...

for connection
with anyone.

Like a muscle that atrophies
from lack of use.

And one day,

you'll realize
you've become like them.

Beautiful and dead.

You have become
a perfect,

unchanging portrait
of yourself.

An eternity without passion?

Without affection?
Caring for nothing?

Small price to pay

for such immortal perfection,
isn't it?

Good-bye, Dorian.

I hope they
watch over you.

You'll be back.

And I'll be here.

I'll always be here.

You are painfully
true to form in every instant.

Weak and sentimental,
as you have always been!

I should never have
left you alone with her!

It was a monstrous idea!

We're well out of it!

Fine words from you,

who traffics in stolen corpses
and dead flesh!

Oh, I'll show you
monsters, Victor!

Walk down that corridor
and open any door.

"Monstrous"
you may call it,

but I'll continue my work

until I cure every inmate
in this wretched place.

And then you'd be happy?

And then you'd get
the acclaim and affection

that's eluded you
your whole life?

Yes!

If you think
scientific achievement

will bring you acceptance
or even esteem,

an entree
into proper society,

you're deluding yourself.

That's not the world
we live in.

I create my own world.

I create my own self.

And one day,

one day, all of you
will understand

that of which I am capable.

I'm sorry, Henry.

It's a dark road ahead
for you, I feel.

And for you, old man?

There is no road
ahead for me.

There will always be
a place for you here, Victor,

in the heart of science.

Now it is time for my rounds.
Good day, my friend.

Oh, there is
one thing more.

This day is not
a total loss for me.

My hateful father
has died, you see.

At long last,

the estate and the title
are finally mine.

So I'm not so far
from the aristocracy

as you might think.

Then I should properly
call you by your title.

It seems only fitting.

Good day, then...

Lord Hyde.

What do we see now?

The alley by the spice
market is where we turn.

Ah...

Can you smell it now?

What?

The rotting corpses.

This was a slaughterhouse
in days long past.

They butchered
so many poor animals.

I can still
hear them screaming.

I can still
see them hanging there.

And the blood.
The torrents of blood.

And your master,
is he here?

Do you not feel him?

And where is Vanessa?

With him.

They're in love, Doctor.

Have you ever been in love?

Where is she?

I don't think
I've ever been in love.

And now I probably
never will be.

Do you love me, Doctor?

Renfield.

Mr. Renfield.
Come back to me now.

Wake up.

I know where she is.

By now, Mr. Chandler
must be back at the house.

Sir Malcolm!

Good God,
it's Dr. Frankenstein.

What are you doing
here of all places?

Later.
I'll explain later.

But will you
come with us now?

Vanessa's in danger.

Yes, of course.

We've got to meet Ethan.
We haven't a moment to lose.

He seems smaller,
does he not?

Like a bird
more than a child.

With such delicate,
thin bones.

And skin like
a Chinese paper lantern.

When I was dressing him
in his Sunday clothes,

and even those
so threadbare and meager,

I thought,
"How is it possible

that life could be
so cruel to one so young?"

He had not
enough years in him

to suffer so mightily.

But it is ever so.

Flint is the heart
of the world.

Spend your time
with him.

I'll arrange
for the funerary men to come.

He'll have a proper burial,
at least.

The dignity
he was denied in life

will be his in death.

No.

I'm sorry?

No.

I don't want him buried.

Marjorie, it must be done.

Hold his hand now
and make your farewells.

Why should I?

Why should either of us?

He's not lost to us yet.

Take him to Dr. Frankenstein.

Let him perform
his miracles.

He will bring our son back.

You don't know
what you're saying.

He pulled you
from the grave

and brought you
back to us.

He can do the same
for Jack.

We can love our son
again, husband!

Don't ask this.

He can live again!

Don't even think it!

I will have my son back!

I will love him again,

love him better
and stronger,

and he will not get sick
and he will not bleed

and he will not die!

Let me love him again!

And have all the humanity
burned out of him?

To become
an unholy freak

as he who stands
before you?

I see the husband
who I love, no other.

You see a monster,

a grisly undead thing.

That is what I am.

That is what
Dr. Frankenstein

has made of me.

Only because
you believe it so.

He can live again.

Don't ask this.

To make him suffer as I did?

Those little bones?

That face?

To become something
so unnatural,

so hated.

No.

Please.

Hear me now.

Take him from this place.

Return with him alive,

or don't return at all.

I could not bear
to look at your face

if you let him
remain like that

when you could save him.

Marjorie.

Bring him back as he was,

or turn from this house
forever.

This is it?

According to the old maps,

the slaughterhouse
is down that alley.

This whole block's
been condemned,

so God knows
what we'll discover.

But whatever happens...

Find Vanessa.
That's all that matters.

Yes.

You take the front.

Kaetenay and I
will find our own way in.

You're sure that's wise?

We work best alone.

It has been an honor
to hunt with you.

You would have made
a mighty Apache.

I had a mighty teacher.

Good luck.

You all know
what we're facing.

Dr. Seward, we can't
look after you inside.

I'm a New Yorker,
Sir Malcolm.

We know our way
around random gunplay.

Come on.

Sir Malcolm.

It can be no other.

And your name
is known to me as well.

One of them at least.

They are many,
my names,

like the carrion
circling Golgotha.

Dracula, then.

And you've come freely
into the dragon's cave.

All of you.

Brave or foolhardy,

I can't say...

but we shall
feed well tonight.

"We"?

All the children
of the Mother of Evil.

Where is she?

She is no longer yours.

- Leave this place.
- Where is Vanessa?

She's not yours!
She's mine!

But...

she wishes you to live.

So leave, now,

while I allow it.

Before we go,
answer me a question.

My daughter, Mina...

it was you
who turned her?

Yes.

Why?

She was meant
to bring Vanessa to me.

My daughter's life
meant no more than that?

No more than that.

Although her flesh was sweet.

And I enjoyed her.

You should go.

Not a chance.

We're all doomed
in this place.

Makes a change
for a Tuesday, though.

Fuck him.

I die proudly
alongside all of you.

Duck!

Where is she?

It hurts me more
than I thought it would...

seeing you.

You need to come with me...

HOW.

And go where?

They will hunt me
to the end of days.

I can protect you.

No, you can't.
No one can.

Then we'll fight him.

It's not him.
It's me.

Look at me.
This is what I am.

And this is what I've done.

Brought this terrible
darkness to the world.

Vanessa.

Please.

Vanessa.

And where is she?

When did we lose her, Ethan?

She was standing
in a quiet room,

gazing up at a cross.

She reached out,
took it from the wall...

and put it in the fire.

And then she was lost.

And so alone.

You are not alone.

You never were.

I have stood
at the very edge.

I have looked
into the abyss.

If I'd taken one more step,
I would have fallen.

But no matter how far
I ran away from God,

he was still waiting ahead.

Not for me.

For us all.

My battle must end.

You know that.

Or there will never be
peace on Earth.

Let it end.

Don't ask it.

I don't have to.

You know you have a destiny.

It's why we first met.

It's why you're here now.

You must help me defeat
the forces of darkness

and deny them their prize
for all time.

No!

Please...

Ethan...

let it end.

With a kiss.

With a kiss.

With love.

With love.

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us
our trespasses...

As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom

and the power and the glory,

for ever and ever.

Amen.

Oh, Ethan.

I see...

our Lord.

In India,

where I traveled,

they have such colorful gods.

A dozen blue arms.

And bejeweled.

A dazzling and exhausting
panorama of life.

Of lives lived
again and again.

Of reincarnated souls.

Do you think
such a thing is possible?

It would be cruel
for her to suffer more.

She's at peace.

Yes.

You're right.

Dear Miss Ives.

I'll see you
tomorrow, then.

Thank you, Doctor...

Victor.

ls he all right?

He will be.

And you?

And what now?

Yeah.

Never have I so wanted
to run away.

On some hunt or expedition
to Africa, India.

Anywhere but here.

- Will you?
- No.

I must find my life
without her.

Miss Ives was the last link
to who I was.

I must find out
who I am yet going to be.

Oh, I will miss her

to my bones.

Will you stay, Ethan?

You're my family.

"There was a time

when meadow, grove,
and stream,

the earth,
and every common sight,

to me...

did seem appareled
in celestial light...

...the glory and the freshness
of a dream.

It is not now

as it hath been of yore.

Turn wheresoever I may,

By night or day,

The things which I have seen

I now can see no more.

But there's a tree,

of many, one.

A single field

which I have looked upon.

Both of them speak
of something that is gone.

The pansy at my feet
doth the same tale repeat.

Whither is fled
the visionary gleam?

Where is it now,

the glory and the dream?"