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After all these long years...

How famished you must be.

Oh, sweet Jezebel.

Look! We're rich!

The blood is the life.

All the guests have arrived.

Photographed upon entry?

As arranged.

And the prototype, is it ready for the demonstration as scheduled?

It is, sir, as scheduled.

From this day forward, you are an American industrialist.

As American as God, guns and bourbon,

as scheduled.

Very good, sir.

Good evening, I am Alexander Grayson.

It's breathtaking.

Well, isn't this exciting?

I'm liking this Grayson already.

This glass is worth more than I earn in a week.

Don't be gauche, Jonathan. Besides,

it's worth more than you'd make in a month.

- Lucy! - I'm only having a bit of fun!

You're not cross with me, are you? I'd be simply devastated!

Of course not. You're far too charming.

I am, aren't I?

I'm off. Now you'll remember your promise, won't you?

I'm your guest tonight, not a journalist.

He's such a darling, isn't he?

Alastair! You beast! Where have you been hiding?

Lucy, darling.

It's quite an eclectic group. New money, old money, no money left.

Which do you suppose is Alexander Grayson?

I'm sure he'll announce himself to great fanfare. They always do at these things.

How I ever let you talk me into this...

Seriously. Somebody had to pry you out of that laboratory.

The truth.

Who would you rather spend your evening with, me or a pickled toad?

Erm... The toad,

because at least there's a chance my kiss might turn him into a prince.

Well, hasn't he tried hard.

Might as well have papered the walls with pound notes.

How distressingly American.

Frankly, I'm amazed so many of us turned up at all.

How can we properly mock him if we haven't set eyes on the man?

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce the master of Carfax Manor,

your host, Mr Alexander Grayson.

Welcome to my house.

May you come freely, go safely,

and, please, leave some of the happiness you bring.

- Is everything all right? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Someone walked over my grave, I suppose.

That woman. Blue satin, cr�e chiffon.

I want to know everything about her. And the man she's with.

Of course, sir.

Ah, the mysterious Mr Grayson. Finally we meet.

And you would be...

I would be in a nice warm bath, but I simply had to see what all the fuss was about.

- Jayne Wetherby. - Huh.

- Lord Wetherby... - Oh, good God, no!

This is my, erm, companion for the night, my very dear friend, Herr Kruger.

Gesundheit.

Huh.

Ah, Sir Clive Dawson.

Alexander Grayson.

Permit me to introduce my wife, Lady Hope.

What an impressive ballroom, Mr Grayson.

May I present Lord Davenport and Lady Laurent?

And Lord Laurent.

Lord Laurent! Splendid!

Now, if I'm not mistaken,

you and Sir Clive co-chair the board of British Imperial Coolant Company.

We sit on a number of boards, Mr Grayson.

Indeed you do.

British Imperial holds patents,

patents to high-efficiency coolants which would be most useful

in advancing one of my technological projects.

I would very much like to acquire those patents.

Mr Grayson, the British Imperial Company

is in the business of selling our products to British industry,

not our underlying patents to interloping colonials.

Darling.

Perhaps next time you'll sway Sir Clive through his bookmakers.

He's an inveterate gambler, and not a terribly good one from what I gather.

Jonathan! Where did you...

Alexander Grayson.

Jonathan Harker.

And this is my most lovely friend, Ms Mina Murray.

Of course. Mina.

I'm sorry, it's just...

- I'd swear... - We've met, yes.

I was thinking the same thing.

Pardon me, sir. It's time.

Ah, yes.

Excuse me.

Tell me, Renfield, who is this Jonathan Harker?

He's a reporter for The Inquisitor.

Resourceful, tenacious, and very, very ambitious.

- And the woman? - Mina Murray. Medical student.

Father, Dr William Murray, director of Bethlem Royal Hospital.

Ladies and gentlemen, please gather in the centre of the ballroom!

Mr Harker. R.M. Renfield.

You are aware that the invitation explicitly forbade the press.

I can assure you, I'm purely here on a social basis.

What a shame.

Mr Grayson will be disappointed that you won't be writing at least a word or two.

If you're interested, he'd like you to come by tomorrow for an interview.

An interview...

Of course I'd be interested.

4:30, then.

And now Mr Grayson would like to share a demonstration

of his latest technical marvel.

Honoured guests,

when I was a boy,

my father told me stories of the Dark Ages,

a time when culture and learning were eclipsed

by barbaric ritual and war.

Over the years, I have come to believe

that the Dark Ages never actually ended,

that the fear,

hatred and brutality that once plagued our ancestors,

plagues us still.

Tonight, it is my sublime pleasure

to demonstrate a way out.

Out of the darkness.

What Thomas Edison dismissed as mere fantasy,

what Nikola Tesla failed to bring to fruition,

I give to you tonight.

Power drawn from the magnetosphere,

the same invisible source that compels the needle on this compass to point north!

Harnessed and amplified by my scientists and technicians, I give to you

free, safe, wireless power!

Now. Stage one.

Stand by.

Stage one!

Is such a thing possible?

In theory, I suppose.

But if it were brought to market,

what effect would it have on our petroleum interests?

- Shattering, of course. - It's nothing we need worry about.

More power!

Stage two!

Mark!

Lucy! Lucy, look!

It's some sort of trick.

There must be a wire.

Experiencing some technical difficulties, sir.

Just a few more seconds...

I'm burning, I'm burning.

The coolant has evaporated!

I'm shutting down.

Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for your patience.

I trust our little demonstration was

illuminating.

Lucy Westenra.

Ms Westenra.

Ravishing.

Ms Murray, you look a little shaken.

I'm not sure what I just witnessed.

The future, Ms Murray. The beginning of a new era.

Mr Harker. Tomorrow, then?

Yes. Yes, of course.

He seems quite taken with you.

Ooh. The green-eyed monster rears its ugly head.

Don't be silly. Mr Grayson was just being polite.

More than polite, I'd say.

Ooh! Cordials!

That was extraordinary.

Lady Jayne.

I didn't hear you approaching.

You say that as if it's an accomplishment, Mr Grayson.

Alexander, please.

You know, there's a touch of the impresario about you, Alexander.

Your performance this evening was no less than operatic.

As I'm an ardent patron of the opera, I'll take that as a compliment,

although I'm certain it was meant as quite the opposite.

You are?

So you love the opera.

Well, may I be the first to invite you to the opening of the season?

Tell me, Alexander.

Will you join me?

I've reserved my own box.

Pity.

I feel you'd enjoy the performance so much more in mine.

No doubt.

Hmm.

Thank you for coming.

Ma'am.

- Mr Grayson. - Ah.

If you think you fooled anyone with that absurd stunt tonight, you're sadly mistaken.

Am I?

You are a fraud, sir.

And I will see to it that you never do business here.

She's not going to wait forever.

If you don't ask her to marry you soon, someone else is bound to.

Who?

Grayson?

Don't be absurd!

You must've noticed the way he leered at you.

- He did not! - At least he's not boring.

As much as I enjoy having you spend the night at my house, could we please, for once,

talk about something other than how tedious you find Jonathan?

Besides, he's not boring.

What I am saying is that she could do better.

Do you see anything?

- No. - What do you suppose it is?

- Night, Sir Clive. - Good night.

Go on, good boy.

The man was a pig. He insulted me under my own roof.

So you tear the man to pieces.

Perhaps we should mount a warning sign over the front door.

I told you, their corruption and their hubris is unbridled.

That's always been the way with the Order of the Dragon.

Still, it's one thing to hear it, quite another to see it with one's own eyes.

Readily identified by their overtly grotesque sense of entitlement.

Like this one. Lord Laurent.

Preening little peacock.

And that other one, Lord what's-his-name...

- Davenport. - Davenport.

These two stink of High Council. Put them on the short list.

Who do you suppose is the leader?

Could be any one of these. Or none.

How very innocuous.

But you cross them Renfield and they will strike you down like vipers in a pit.

Murder, torture, rape, wholesale slaughter.

That is the stock-in-trade of the Order of the Dragon.

And has been for over 500 years.

In my past, they asserted their will more directly.

Via the cross

and the sword.

Slaughtering entire villages,

branding men and women heretics.

Burning them alive.

And watching them burn. Screaming

for a God who never came.

Now they do their dirty work via private clubs and boardrooms.

They employ business, politics and oil.

And that last thing, Renfield, will be their undoing.

They believe it'll fuel the next century.

And if they control it, they control the future.

But from the moment we demonstrate the viability of geomagnetic technology...

Poof. No more money.

No more power.

No more Order of the Dragon.

He performed a full examination?

As instructed.

Any signs of vampiric feeding?

Too much damage to the neck to make a positive determination.

So he severs the man's head and dresses him up like a roasted French hen.

Well, it had to be done. You know why.

How long has it been since a vampire stalked the streets of this city?

Seven years?

Eight years.

Yes.

The Whitechapel killings.

God, when I think of the trouble we went to...

Mutilating the victims to hide the signs,

those absurd letters we wrote to the press...

Oh. Jack the Ripper indeed.

What do you suggest?

Well, unless proven otherwise,

I think we must assume that Clive was targeted by our enemies.

Whether natural or not.

I'll put Kruger on patrol.

Have him keep an eye on the High Council members' houses.

Indefinitely?

No, just until time or events proves us overcautious.

- You won't even know he's there. - See to it we don't.

This is strictly between you and me for now.

We don't want to make the others any more nervous than they already are.

Hmm.

Oh, and if anyone asks...

He was killed by a dog.

Good girl.

And take that bloody thing with you.

The structure of the neuron is absolutely distinct

from all other cells in the human body.

Mr Campbell...

Sorry, sir. We...

- We weren't, um... - Professor Van Helsing?

Yes, Miss Murray?

Mr Campbell was only pointing out to his colleagues how

analogous certain aspects of the front page article

regarding the generation of electrical impulses

are to the subject of your lecture today.

Mr Campbell?

Quite right, Mr Campbell.

Mr Grayson's new technology is germane to the subject at hand.

However, I would suggest that you discuss such observations outside of class.

Mr Grayson will be right with you.

Mr Harker.

How good of you to come.

Please, have a seat.

Would you like some wine?

It's a bit early for me, thank you.

I prefer whisky.

You should know my editor believes you're after some sort of puffery.

- Puffery? - Yes.

And why would he think that?

I don't field many interview requests from those in your position.

- You mean the wealthy. - No, I mean the privileged.

Usually, they run the other way.

That's because you stand against the same vested interests that would prefer

I return to America.

I didn't think anyone had noticed.

I did. That's precisely why I invited you for this

interview.

Shall we begin?

Very well.

Why England?

This is the country of my great-grandparents' birth.

In that regard, it's a homecoming.

And it has nothing to do with Edison running you out of the States?

Hmm.

Europe speaks to me in a way no other place does.

You know, we call it the Old World for a reason,

and yet her people seek the new wherever they can.

I understand this struggle.

I myself am descended from a very old family.

But my mind...

Always fixed on the future.

I surround myself with things that speak to both, the ancient and the new.

You're full of contradictions, aren't you?

So is the world.

- Mmm-hmm. - That is precisely why I wanted to talk to you.

You see we're on the precipice of great change.

We have it within ourselves to redefine our species.

You say species as though people are animals.

What do you mean by that?

Is that not what Mr Darwin taught us?

That man evolves?

That is what I have come here to accomplish.

To facilitate in that evolution.

Give nature a helping hand so to speak.

- Ms Murray. - Professor.

Come in! Have a seat!

- What is it? - Well, erm...

We will soon be undergoing our final examination.

- Yes. - And as you know,

the student who scores the highest

will be given the opportunity to serve as your research assistant.

I see.

You have consistently scored the highest marks in class for every

written and oral exam.

- However... - My surgical technique...

Leaves much to be desired, yes.

Professor, I can't tell you how often I practice,

but the moment the scalpel pierces the epidermis, well...

My hands begin to tremble. And no matter what I do, they...

Mina, I have always found that

the secret to a steady hand is a steady heart.

I don't understand.

You must believe in yourself, in your abilities to heal others.

It is that simple.

But I do.

If so, then you will succeed.

Until then, know this,

the heart never lies.

Thank you.

Yes, well, I agree. Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Hello.

Sorry to have kept you.

I just bumped into the most charming man.

It was very generous of Mr Grayson to give you his box tonight.

Well, he obviously wants me to write nice things about him, doesn't he?

- Oh, really? - Mmm-hmm.

A man such as Grayson is so desperate to court favour with you.

You'd think he'd be satisfied with his beautiful home,

all those brilliant paintings and the thrilling technology,

not to mention his good looks and charisma.

Hmm.

Yes, it's very impressive.

But you have something he will never have.

What's that?

Me.

The view's much better from back here.

Is it? I can't imagine that's possible.

Why don't you join me and see?

Why, yes, it is...

It is astonishing.

I trust you were unobserved?

Your invitation did request my "discreet company."

Yes, it did. Though I was concerned

as an American you might not understand the meaning of the word "discreet."

I had to look it up.

Tell me. What other words did you have to look up?

Insatiable.

Incorrigible.

Unquenchable.

Sir Clive not a day in the ground,

and Grayson descends on his widow like a bird of prey.

Locked up Clive's entire block of Imperial Coolant.

Why on Earth would she sell out to him?

He purchased the paper on Clive's gambling debts and threatened to sue his estate.

- Good God! - So you see, she had no choice

but to trade the stock in order to avert a scandal.

Absolutely loathsome, the whole damned business.

Hmm.

But you must admit, well played.

That's easy for you to say. He's not your business partner.

He's hardly that, old man. It's just a seat on the board.

It's not as if he has a controlling interest.

Kruger!

Burn in hell!

"Thou died fair and well, brother huntsman kill'd,

"impaled the hearts of many beasts before thine own was still'd."

Before you die, take heart.

You will soon be joined in hell by scores of your brethren.

I will destroy your Order and everything it stands for.

You are Dracula.

Practice all you want. It won't save you.

It speaks.

Save me from what?

The one who drew you to London?

No one drew me.

You're nothing. An errant fly attracted by the stench of rot.

Tell me your sire's name!

You know, there are fates for your kind a lot worse than death,

and I know them all.

How long do you think it's going to take for this to rust at the bottom of a lake?

Years? Decades?

Do what you will to me. There will be another who follows,

- and another and another and soon... - Soon?

We will be legion.

I was wondering when you'd make your entrance.

The plan was to leverage Sir Clive's gambling debts against his interests,

not his widow's.

I saw an opportunity and I seized it.

It was impetuous and careless.

It got the job done.

How many times must I explain the difference between a vendetta and vengeance?

This cannot become a war of attrition.

The Order, Dracul, is like the hydra.

Cut off a head, they grow two to replace it.

Funny, that's not what happened to Sir Clive's head.

Don't be a fool.

You know the only way to crush them is to wipe out the very source of their power,

their vast wealth.

For over a decade, we have schemed and built this empire of lies.

I will not have our work undone by your lack of discipline.

Give me one good reason I shouldn't peel you like a grape.

Because without me, you'd still be rotting in that iron box!

Do you think I am not immune to rage?

The Order of the Dragon slaughtered my entire family.

We must not give in to our base instincts.

We must practice control. We must follow the plan.

True. Our hatred was born in the same crucible.

You give it form. But I give it strength.

We are not bound by what we have lost, but by who took it.

No!

They killed my wife, my love.

And for those crimes I will have my vengeance.