All language subtitles for Dracula.2013.S01E02.HDTV.x264

Previously on Dracula...

We have schemed and built
this empire of lies.

Give me one good reason
I should not peel you like a grape!

Because without me...

you'd still be rotting
in that iron box.

[Gasping]

From this day forward,
you are an American industrialist.

Ladies and gentleman,
Mr. Alexander Grayson.

I give to you free, wireless power.

You are a fraud, sir,

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

Rape, torture, wholesale slaughter,

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

They employ business,
politics, and oil,

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

Sir Clive not a day in the ground,
and Grayson

locked up Clive's entire block
of imperial coolant.

I trust you were unobserved?

How long has it been
since a vampire stalked

the streets of this city?
Seven years?

Eight years.

- What do you suggest?
- I will put Kruger on patrol.

[Men grunting]

You are...Dracula.

I will destroy your Order
and everything it stands for.

This is my most lovely friend,
Miss Mina Murray.

If you don't ask her
to marry you soon,

someone else is bound to.

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[Laughter]

[Dog barking]

[Clock chimes]

[Grunting]

[Gasps]

[Growls]

[Roars]

Surely you recognize
the blades of Saint Eligius.

- [Hisses]
- Exquisite, aren't they?

Now then,
let me introduce myself.

My name is Abraham Van Helsing.

I will tear your heart out, peasant!

And you are Vlad the Third,

prince of Wallachia, second son
of the House of Basarab,

also known as Vlad Tepes,

Vlad the Impaler, Dracula.

Soon the sun will take you,

and you will be no more.

But at least in your case,

unlike my own, there will be one
who deeply mourns your passing.

[Spits]

For with your death,

so too will pass my last chance

to obliterate
the Order of the Dragon.

What is the Ordo Draco to you?

They slaughtered my wife, Adalind,
and my three children.

They stole from me

everything in this world
that I have loved.

Everything you have loved.

[Gasps]

[Screams]

No!

Ilona.

They burned her alive,
as they did my Adalind.

And if you die this day,
they will never face justice

for these
and all the other vile crimes

they have committed
in the Lord's name.

No man can change that.

True.

But you are far greater
than any mortal man.

[Growls]

Though I possess the means,

I lack the power, the presence,
and the ruthlessness

to wield it to any effect.

Only you and I...

- [Grunts]
- ...together, can destroy them.

You say you have means.

I do.

Then stop wasting my time.

Remove this cursed blade

before your confederate

is rendered to Ash! Aah!

Every move you make
is another card

face up on the table.

Sir Clive is slaughtered.
There is a vampire in London.

Then Kruger, a huntsman.

I had no choice. He saw my face.

A seasoned huntsman!

Now they will activate their seers,
if they haven't already.

I can deal with them.

And no doubt reveal
yet another measure of your power.

We require stealth.

- [Grunts]
- You deliver mayhem.

Our sole purpose in London is
to make geomagnetic power

a practical reality

and wipe out the Order's
investments in oil.

Damn it. Cursed sludge.

Like tapping a wretched corpse.

You're lucky I fed.

- Your other arm.
- Must I?

Stop being a baby.

[Sighs]

Knives, swords, lances, stakes,

a century in a metal box.

Mere annoyances.

But your needles
will be the death of me.

It cannot be helped.

Your blood is
a necessary component

if you are ever to conquer daylight.

It's not the blood you draw
that vexes me, Van Helsing,

but the sublime pleasure
you draw from its taking.

Must your progress
be so painfully slow?

You must have patience.

When?

When it's done.

You've been telling me that
for a decade.

[Sighs]
It's only a matter of time

before my aversion to sunlight
becomes obvious.

When?

You must have patience.

[Grunts]

[Indistinct chatter]

- Order!
- Excuse me, momma.

Ready?

Allez!

Alastair,
you look positively ferocious.

Shall I have the pleasure
of wearing your colors?

Huh.

It's all for a good cause, I know,

but I would like to see them advance
beyond the semi-final, at least.

And what, fair lady,
shall be my prize,

should I triumph?

[Whispers inaudibly]

Seriously?

- [Grunts]
- Touche!

[Applause]

En garde!

Mina.

- Hello, Minerva.
- Allez!

My dear, whatever happened?

Oh, it's nothing, really.

Just a little accident at university.

I was practicing
my surgical technique,

and I managed to cut myself
to ribbons.

Silly.
[Laughs]

But at any rate,
it did give me a chance

to brush up on my suturing.

Stitches?

Yes. I stitched it right up.

Across the thumb at least.
[Cheers and applause]

Oh, good lord, please stop.

We've only just finished luncheon.

[Giggles]
[Applause]

Mina!

What kept you?

- I found my champion.
- Only one?

Oh, don't tell me you put
all three ribbons

on one man again.

Well, why hedge

when the outcome of the wager
is certain?

- [Laughing]
- Shh, he's up.

It's Alastair.

Of course.

His opponent
is Daniel Davenport,

the son of Lord Davenport
and the reigning champion.

Not for long.
Alastair's very motivated.

Ready?

Allez!

Our agents haven't reported
a single incident

since it bested Kruger.

- He's gone to ground.
- Perhaps, yes.

Or gone altogether.

Touche!
[Cheers and applause]

I take it, then, you'll be summoning
another huntsman to replace Kruger?

Perhaps MacLachlan
from Glasgow?

I'd rather
I handled this one myself.

I think it's about time
I had some fun for a change.

That's my girl.

Touche!
[Cheers and applause]

He's doing very well.

You're so mean.

Allez!

I presume you have no objection
to my deployment of the seers?

Must you?

There is more than a whiff of sulfur
about those two.

But better the devil you know.

[Sighs]

Very well. If you must.

Touche!
[Cheers and applause]

Bravo! Bravo!

Good show, son!

Jolly good!

- Well fought, Davenport.
- Great job.

Well done.

Don't be ridiculous.
This is my treat.

- No, no, please.
- Absolutely not.

- I insist.
- Thank you, madam.

Thank you, Mrs. Westenra.

[Indistinct chatter]

I'll look forward
to lunch next week.

Good-bye.

Oh! I thought I'd missed you!

I was just leaving, actually.

- Later, then.
- Of course.

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[Cart rumbling]

[Indistinct chatter]

So, did you get the raise?

- He says he'll look into it.
- Sorry, mate.

At this rate, by the time
I'll be able to afford a wife,

Mina and I will be
in advanced old age.

I wouldn't say that.

Well, not both of you, at least.

You do have a few years
on the girl.

[Chuckles]

Mr. Renfield,
this is my co-chairman

on the board
of British Imperial Coolant Company,

Lord Laurent.

- Pleasure.
- Please, sit.

I'm sorry, but I really
don't have much time.

My driver is waiting,
and you indicated in your wire

that this was a matter
of some urgency.

It is.

Namely, I've become uncomfortable
with our business relationship.

It's nothing personal, of course.

I just don't like partners
in general.

I see.

So you wish to sell your shares?

Well, I'd be happy to offer...

No, no, no, no, no.

I have no interest in selling
my interest.

I was rather hoping
that you would entertain

an offer for your interest.

Renfield?

Certainly not!

You haven't even looked
at the offer.

[Scoffs]

I do not need
to see your offer, sir.

My interests are not for sale,
at any price.

See, Renfield?

Not for sale, at any price!

[Chuckles]

Good day, sir.

[Engine chugging]

- If I may ask a question, sir?
- [Sighs]

I'd rather you didn't,
yet I know somehow you will.

I still don't understand
your circumspection.

Why engage Harker to bring
the woman into your orbit?

Surely you have the power
to simply take her.

I can't.

I know it sounds absurd
that someone such as I

would hesitate to act
on moral grounds.

But to simply take the woman,

to turn her into such as I am...

it would be an abomination.

No, Renfield, I cannot...

I will not... take her.

Yet still you seek to draw her in.

To what possible end?

[Laughs]

Now, that I cannot say.

I only know to lose her twice

would be more than I could bear.

[Indistinct chatter]

If you move this across, then...
[Fades]

- Mr. Harker?
- Yes?

If you don't mind.

Chop, chop.

I take it our interview
was a feather in your cap?

My editor was quite pleased.

But?

Well, I was hoping for something

rather more tangible
than a feather.

As you should.

It's perfectly reasonable
to expect a reward

when one demonstrates initiative.

A man should never be ashamed
of ambition...

only the lack of it.

Well, that may be true
in America...

No, Harker.

It's simply true, everywhere.

In every man's heart.

Even in yours.

Especially yours.

If you don't mind,

I have a little business matter
to attend to.

- Of course.
- Ah, Mr. Grayson.

- You've met my man, Renfield?
- I have.

This is my young friend,
Mr. Harker.

How do you do?

- Shall we?
- By all means.

This is the main entry hall.

As you can see,
it's quite spacious.

To the left is the drawing room.

There's a full cellar, of course,

including kitchen and pantry,

four bedrooms upstairs,

and servants' quarters
are on the second floor.

Thank you.

I must say,

I was keenly impressed
by your insights

regarding Mr. Clive's, uh...

How shall I put this?

Marked fondness
for games of chance.

[Chuckles]
It was nothing, really.

Quite the contrary.

They proved very helpful indeed

in persuading his widow
to sell me his interests

in a company I had my eye on.

British Imperial Coolant?

The very same.

Of course, I don't yet have
controlling interest.

Which is where you come in.

Gentlemen, is everything in order?

Yes, sir.

I need a vice president
of public affairs,

a man with a certain finesse
and a thorough knowledge

of who's who and what's what.

The primary duties of the position

will be to assist me
in navigating a course

through British society

and her business community.

Enjoy your new home,
Mr. Grayson.

Hmm.

I shall see to all the details
with the executor.

Thank you.

Oh, hold on a minute.
Is... Is this...

Sir Clive's old place.

Got it for a song, really.

A little paint, a little polish...

So, Harker...

It's yours.

If you accept my offer.

I can't have my attache
living in a hovel, now, can I?

- Um...
- Is that a yes?

Uh, no. I-I mean...

I'm sorry.
This is very unexpected.

Think about it.

[Eerie music]

Of course, the position comes
with a generous salary.

However, I cannot wait indefinitely
for an answer.

So I'll need yours
by Monday morning.

Is that okay with you?

Yes, of course.

Do me a favor, will you, Harker?

Turn out the lights and lock up.

I just know
I'm going to botch it.

I will be lucky to pass,
much less be chosen

as Professor Van Helsing's
protégée.

You... You'll do fine.

No, Jonathan, I most decidedly
will not do fine.

The cardiovascular system
is the most complex structure

I've studied this term,

and surgical skills are not my forte.
They never have been.

If I don't pass this examination,
I won't advance past fourth year.

Jonathan.

You haven't heard
a word I've said.

Of... Of course I have.

You've got a test
on the interior thingamabob,

and I'm quite certain
that you'll leave

all the other students
in the shade.

Hmm.

I got the most extraordinary offer.

What?

Mr. Grayson has offered me
a position in his firm.

Alexander Grayson?

Yeah. Yes.

What?

Well, then,
you simply must take it.

Don't you even want to know
what it entails?

Of course I do.

Tell me everything about it.

[Dramatic music]

[Indistinct chatter, laughter]

You didn't answer my summons.

We only just lit that.

[Gasps]

There is a vampire in London.

You shall find him forthwith.

- We can't.
- We've been ill.

Sick as pikes.

But as soon as we're up
to snuff...

Yes, well, I think that snuff
is half the problem.

You will find him,

or you will answer
to Mr. Browning

and the high council.

Jonathan,
you would be perfect for that.

Doesn't it...
Doesn't it just feel a bit dodgy?

But he's a visionary.

He's a brilliant business tactician.

Every concern he's had a hand in
has prospered.

Yeah, for the past
seven or eight years, yes.

But the farthest
anyone can dig back

is to the Manitoba rail
and transport.

I mean, as far as the public
record are concerned,

before that,
the man didn't even exist.

Yes, but he made his early fortune
on the American frontier.

It's hardly a bastion
for crack recordkeeping.

Hmm.

You're right.

[Sighs]

Perhaps the whole thing just feels
too good to be true.

Mr. Grayson is leading the charge

in a technical revolution
that will change everything.

- I know.
- I know you, Jonathan.

How can you not want
to be a part of that?

Hmm. Let me think.

I will kick you if you don't.

Then I suppose I'll have to.

Oh...

[Both giggle]

He's acquired every drop
of coolant

from our distributors

and put in an order
for 250,000 gallons,

which, of course, we declined.

Then this.

He's offered to buy you out.

For treble the book value
of my stock.

I declined, of course.

I should hope so.

As absurd as his claims are

regarding this geomagnetism,

we must obstruct him
at every turn.

A schoolboy experiment
delivered with a bit of panache

hardly equals large-scale
practical application.

Yes, but even if the mere idea
gets a foothold

in the public imagination,

it could impact severely
upon our portfolio.

Perhaps.
But surely over the long...

Therefore,
any member of this organization

who knowingly assists Grayson

will be dealt with
in the harshest of terms.

So...

This trick with the light bulbs

that you performed
with just such panache

at your housewarming party...

I prefer to think of it
as a debutante ball.

[Laughs]
Ah.

A cotillion, was it?

Yes, ma'am.

And I was the belle of it.

And the main entertainment
as well.

If you're referring
to my little demonstration, yes.

How did you do it?

[Laughs]

Really.

No, I must know.

I simply adore magic tricks.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

There was neither magic
nor trickery involved.

Simply science, physics,
and technology.

Although I have been known
to dabble in the occult.

Have you? Do tell.

Observe.

What are you doing?

[Clock ticking]

[Eerie whirring]

Where did it go?

[Whispering indistinctly]

No.

Shall we show the butler?

Jenkins, that will be all.

Yes, ma'am.

[Intense music]

Miss Murray?

[Thunder crashes]

Good morning.

May I offer you my carriage?

Mr. Renfield,

is it considered proper in America

for a gentleman
to ask a single lady

if she would like
to ride in his carriage?

To tell you the truth, ma'am,

I don't believe my employer

ever gave a damn
about what's proper.

Nor I.

Thank you.

[Thunder rumbles]

Certain you wouldn't rather swim?

I'd hate to compromise
your reputation.

Well, I'm afraid
only I can do that,

Mr. Grayson.

[Horses whinny]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Overlapping chatter]

So...

Did you quit?

I'm beginning to harbor
second thoughts.

- You are mad.
- No, I'm not mad.

It's just, I keep wondering,
why me?

There are hundreds,
thousands of men in London

with greater qualifications,

but Grayson chooses me.

Don't you think that's a bit odd?

He must have some sort of agenda.

- What agenda?
- I don't know.

That's just it.
I can't figure it out.

Nothing adds up.

What will you tell Mina?

The truth.

This whole...
This whole business,

it just feels so wrong.

[Thunder rumbles]

So did Mr. Harker tell you
about my offer?

He did.

And what do you think?

Well, I-I told him
that I would give him a kick

if he didn't take you up on it.

[Chuckles]
I bet you did.

So what's your area of study,
Miss Murray?

Um, I'm studying to be a physician.

Are you? How extraordinary.

- You don't approve.
- Now, why would you say that?

My father is
the supervising physician

at Bethlem Royal Hospital,

and people would always
say to me...

[Sighs]

"Are you going to be a nurse
when you grow up?"

And I would say,
"No, I'm going to be a doctor."

- Really?
- Yes.

And that was all
very sweet and charming

until I was 14 or so.

So what?

[Laughs]

Indeed, Mr. Grayson.

Two words guaranteed to repel
any manner of mediocrity

masquerading
as conventional wisdom.

[Laughs]

[Thunder rumbles]

I have a very difficult
examination today,

one which I may well fail,

and if I do...

That'll be the end of your dreams?

Very much so.

If there's one thing
I've learned in all my years,

in all my journeys,
Miss Murray,

is that when it comes to dreams,

one may falter,

but the only way to fail
is to abandon them.

Here.

[Exhales]

When it comes to dreams,

one might falter,

but the only way to fail
is to abandon them.

[Tense music]

The patient exhibits
left ventricular wall thickening

and mal-alignment
of the muscle cells,

or myocardial disarray.

The hypertrophic thickening
is asymmetric

and clearly involves
the inter-ventricular septum,

which obstructs the cardiac outflow

and prevents the blood
from flowing freely

between the aortic valve
and into the aorta.

[Eerie music]

[Horse whinnies]

[Roars]

[Shouts]

The seers located the vampire
in Stepney.

He detected them.

He what?

He detected them
and then employed

some kind of countermeasure.

Is that even possible?

Well, it's rare, yes.

It's extraordinarily so,

but it is possible
if he is very, very old.

Two or three centuries
at the least.

Have you consulted your peers?

Has anyone ever come across
anything like this?

Not in our lifetime, no.

There was Lucrezia Borgia...

Yes, yes.
Spare me the history lesson.

All I need to know is,
can we contain this?

I promise.

I will track him,
and I will destroy him,

with or without
the seers' assistance.

You just raised the rent
a month ago.

If you don't bloody like it,
move out.

There you are, Harker.

We've been looking for you.

I passed.

Not only passed,
but first in her class.

[Laughs]

It was stupendous.

Professor Van Helsing
says that I...

She's the first female student
to come top of her class

in college.

I reserved a table.

At the Savoy!

August is going to make
something special just for Mina.

Isn't that divine?

August? August who?

Oh, August Escoffier, silly.

Don't you know anything?

Doesn't he know anything?

Come, we've got a cab waiting.

Wait. I can't.

I'm under the cosh
with a deadline,

and I have to deliver the copy
before they set the presses.

Oh, don't worry, Harker.

The whole celebration's my treat!

I can't tell you how happy we are
to have you on board.

You will call me Alexander,

and I will call you Harker.

Of course, if it pleases you.

There's something
you should know about me

right now, Harker.

I never do anything,

anything
that does not please me.

Is that not true, Renfield?

All too true, I'm afraid, sir.

[Laughs]
Please.

He insists on calling me "sir"

because he knows
how much it annoys me,

but I will brook
no such insubordination

from the likes of you.

Now, to business.

I want you to tell me everything
you know about Lord Laurent.

Lord Laurent. Uh...

Well, he...
He dabbles in business.

He sits in parliament.

We know all that,

but every man has a dark side.

I need to know his.

I want you to tell me everything.

Everything you need to know
you can find out

at 10:00 P.M.
at the Swinburne Club.

Good.

Very good.

[Rain pattering]

Members only.

[Cheerful piano music]

♪ I love my little cat ♪

♪ With soft, black, silky hair ♪

[Laughter, overlapping chatter]

♪ And sits upon the chair ♪

♪ When teacher says,
why do you bring ♪

♪ That little pet of yours ♪

♪ I tell her
that I bring my cat ♪

♪ Along with me because ♪

♪ Daddy wouldn't buy me
a bow-wow ♪

Whiskey.

Daniel...

- The night's hardly started.
- I'm sorry.

I must be off.

Father and I play polo tomorrow,

and you know how cross he gets
if I come in late

the night before a match.

Only so cross as I get
when you leave so early.

You are irresistible

when you sulk.

Do you think so?

[Men singing indistinctly]

[Overlapping chatter]

[Clears throat]

How did you get in here?

This is a private establishment.
You can't...

Stephen, what is this?

Who is this man?

I'm Alexander Grayson.

- The American.
- Mm-hmm.

And you would be Daniel,

Lord Davenport's only son.

Hello, Daniel.

Leave him alone.

Stephen, please.

Sit.

[Crowd shouting, singing]

Personally, I couldn't care
who a man chooses to love.

It's really none of my business.

However, there are legions
of less broad-minded souls.

Your wife,

his father,

who would take
considerable umbrage

if your inclinations were given
a public airing.

Why, thank you.

What, I wonder, would that do
to your reputations?

Indeed,
your families' reputations?

[Cheers and applause]

What do you want?

[Cheers continue]

Bravo!

ALL:
Ohh...

- Very nice.
- Magnificent.

I mean to ask for her hand
this very night.

- What?
- In front of everyone.

Of course, in front of everyone.

In front of God,
the prophets, the angels,

and every bloody soul
in this room!

Yeah!

Even you, you miserable git.

Hey.
[Laughter]

My boy is going to be
a proper English gentleman!

[All cheering]
That's right.

That's right,
with a proper English wife!

ALL:
Cheers!

Hold on, hold on.

Miss Murray intends
to be a physician.

How does that square
with the "proper English wife" bit?

ALL:
Ooh...

[Laughs]

Mate, when I slip this ring
on Mina's lovely little finger,

I have every confidence
that she'll forget

all this silliness at university

and settle down
and dedicate herself

to more natural,
womanly pursuits.

Mina...
Mina, wait! Mina!

Mina! Mina! Mina, wait!

Mina, Mina.

Look, I'm sorry...

- [Sighs]
- I'm sorry.

Why apologize?

It's how you feel.

It is how you have always felt.

That's not fair!

I've never said a word
of discouragement to you, ever.

[Sighs]

Nor a single word of support.

Please, Mina...

[Indistinct chatter]

[Ominous music]

Good night.

[Hooves clopping]

I must know your name.

Please.

If you don't give me your name,
I won't give you your stub.

Then I shan't give you your coat.

Ah, but I can always purchase
another coat.

But your name?

Now, that's something I treasure
more than any mere garment.

- Sinead.
- Ah, Sinead.

Lovely.

[Whimpering]

[Growls]

[Squishing]

[Echoing moans]

[Snarls]

[Dramatic music]

[Growling]

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