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Marry me...

Things will never be the same.
You are to be married, and that is that.

How long must I spend
skulking in the shadows?

I want to walk in the sun
like any other man.

[Screaming]

Not until I've done further tests
on the blood I took from you.

These cells are alive.

I want you to find out everything
about this General Shaw.

He's a powerful ally
of my competitors.

These are General Shaw's
personal accounts.

General Shaw
is taking bribes.

My intention
was to embarrass the man.

You're not suggesting
I just let this go, are you?

Mr. Grayson.

The privilege
of the first dance.

You wish to employ
my services

in order to get Mr. Renfield
to answer one question.

[Grunting]

Who does Grayson love?

[Laughs]

[Screams]

[Panting]

[Chuckles]

[Shuffles cards]

Vampires don't promenade about,
attending balls and running businesses.

- They are creatures of night and shadow.
- My point precisely.

In all the months
Grayson's lived in London,

he has yet to attend
a single event in daylight.

Well, if that were the proof, I'd have
to hunt half the titled cads in London.

Then consider those
who oppose his interests.

Sir Clive,
killed by a wolf.

Lord Laurent, persuaded to forfeit
his company at the cost of his life.

Meanwhile, the man develops
a technology which, if successful,

will render our investments
in the Ottoman oil fields worthless.

I understand your concerns,
Mr. Browning, I do,

but I've spent a great deal
of time with Mr. Grayson,

and I can assure you
as your head huntsman,

I would have noticed
if the man were Nosferatu.

Thomas, you've been looking into the man.
What do you make of him?

Well, I must say, I do share
your concerns, Mr. Browning.

- Based on what evidence?
- Oh, nothing specific, purely instinct.

- Shall I probe further?
- No, that won't be necessary.

I know a way to flush out
the beast, once and for all.

Thank you.

Oh, Winston, a little bird tells me
you have a case of 1811 Chateau Margaux.

I do, Madame.
[Laughs]

Oh, Alexander, you must
try this, it's exquisite.

Of course.

If you'll excuse me
for a moment.

[Laughs]

A single playing card, folded
elegantly down the center

and torn into two pieces,

shown on the front
and the back.

Now, watch very carefully, 'cause
your eyes will deceive you. [Laughs]

- That's extraordinary.
- Yes, the soup Julienne is extraordinary.

So I should have that,
and so should you, Mina.

I'm sorry, darling,
but I don't know how

someone so bright can enjoy something
as simpleminded as parlor magic.

- So how's it done, then?
- It's simple, really.

Why, Mr. Grayson.

You have a gift
for making London seem small.

Miss Murray, you're looking
lovely tonight, as ever.

Permit me to explain.

The card is folded
down the middle

and is torn,
but not the whole way.

It is folded back in itself,
and you mime...

Tearing the card in half...

- Good heavens.
- So it appears to be torn.

[Laughs] But really,
it's still in one place.

The rest is purely theater.

That's very good,
isn't it, Jonathan?

- Yes, quite.
- Yes.

If business should ever
prove fruitless,

you might very well enjoy
a future on the stage.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Well, I appear to have been
abandoned by Alexander.

I'm sure he'll be back
when he's done showing off.

Oh, I have no doubt.

Darling, would you pop in
for tea at mine tomorrow?

It's just I feel we have
so much in common,

it would be a sin not to get
to know each other better.

Yes, of course.
I'd love to.

See, I-I also know what it's like
to be denied one's heart's desire.

I have no interest whatsoever
in Alexander Grayson.

I'm not talking about him.

I'd like to apologize for leaving
your engagement party so abruptly.

I'd hate to think either of you
inferred a personal slight

or a diminution of my fondness
towards you as a couple.

For you, Harker,
are the King of Hearts,

and you, Mina,
the Queen.

And even if an evil, little Jester
tries to come between you...

He cannot sever your bond.

Winston, please see to it that
my friends get the very best,

on my account.

Now, shall we see
just how much

of Mr. Grayson's fortune
we can drink in a single night?

Let's. [Both laughing]

Winston!

[Both laughing]

- May I take your shawl, my Queen?
- You may, my King.

[Both laughing]

How was your promenade?

Oh, spoilt by too much rain,
thus requiring your assistance.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

[Laughs]

Are you sure?

[Tense music]

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I've been thinking.

Mm... About?

We should elope.

- Elope?
- Mm.

Makes sense.

Why go through the trouble
of a formal wedding

when we could just
be together?

Just you and me
as we are?

Do you honestly feel
that what we did last night

makes our vows
any less sacred?

No. No, of course not.

Then we should get married
in a church,

before God and our family
and all of our friends.

Of course.
We'll set a date.

- What are you doing tonight?
- I'm due at University.

I see, so I'm playing second fiddle
to your work with Dr. van Helsing.

[Both laughing]

You're late.

Nickel-steel alloy.
60% lighter than regular steel

with amazing
heat-transference properties.

Nonmagnetic, as well. The answer
to our resonated casing problem.

Very good, Harker.

I don't suppose you can tell me
the foundries in England

with expertise
in nickel-steel alloy.

Trick question.

There's only one,
and Renfield found it.

Empire and colonial metallurgy.

Now, it's owned
by one Ewan Telford III.

He's American.
Old money, Boston blueblood.

His family is in shipping.

Besides dabbling in business,

it seems Ewan has a fanatical
interest in all things wild west.

- Cowboys and Indians?
- Outlaws, six-guns, fallen women.

And most interestingly, poker,
five-card draw,

all comers welcome
with unlimited stakes.

And it just so happens
he has a game this evening.

- Does he, now?
- Mm-hmm.

- Excellent work, Mr. Harker.
- Renfield.

Good to see you on the mend.

Have the police made any headway
on your attackers?

I'm sorry to say no.

I'm told this type of gang attack
is all too common on your East Side.

It's hard to believe that
they'd attack a man your size.

- A measure of their desperation.
- Clearly.

I suppose I should be grateful
they didn't take my life as well.

Time, after all,
heals all wounds.

- Not all.
- True, sir.

But there are still things
we can do to lessen their sting.

Harker, can you excuse us
for a moment? Now.

Of course.

- You found it.
- Yes, sir, the Dresden Triptych.

- Ah, the Dresden Triptych, eh?
- 15th century, Romanian baroque.

We intercepted a telegram from his man,
Renfield, to the auction house.

Seems that for 12 years,

Grayson has employed agents all over
the globe in search of this triptych.

The auction is next week.

Mm.
Good work, Mr. Cameron.

Hackett,
get me this Dresden Triptych.

If Mr. Grayson wants it,
then so do I.

- Your bet, Mr. Grayson.
- Huh?

I fold.

- Fold.
- Three 10s.

Mr. Grayson, you have played
this game before, correct?

I have, Mr. Telford,
many times.

Well, I certainly wouldn't
know it by your timidity, sir.

You've folded
nine straight hands.

The cards weren't
to my liking.

And yet you bet recklessly on them
right up until the very last round.

I've just about cleaned you out without
seeing a single one of your cards.

Just about.

How was your evening, sir?

I suspect Mr. Ewan Telford III is busy
trying to explain to his mummy and daddy

how he lost his business
in a card game.

The annual stockholder meeting for British
Imperial Coolant has been rescheduled.

Instead of Friday evening,
it'll be held at noon.

In the solarium,
in the middle of the day.

Send my regrets.

Sir, as chairman, you must
attend or risk a proxy vote,

which will remove you
as head of the company.

Lose control,
and you lose the coolant.

Damn van Helsing!

I told him to delay our plan to avenge
the order until he perfected the serum.

Now I lose my company
or burn.

Damn!

[Gasps]

What is this?
Why is it hidden away?

What in the world
was I thinking?

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me, Miss Westenra.

I didn't mean to embarrass you
at the Savoy.

It's just,
when I saw the manner

in which you were gazing
at Miss Murray, I...

I felt like I was peering
into a looking glass.

- Oh.
- Oh. Dear girl.

[Both laughing]

Oh, don't be frightened.

I mean, surely Minerva...
surely your mother told you

how commonplace
these urges are.

No.

Why, yes, of course.

They're a perfectly natural part
of a woman's maturation.

I myself had several female lovers
before I ever conjugated with a man.

- Really?
- Mm.

These... these longings
are not unusual.

In fact, Mina likely feels
the same way about you.

- She's never uttered a word.
- Neither have you.

See, women have many secret ways
of expressing desire.

It's a touch of the hand,
gentle hug...

Stolen glance.

The hints abound.

Mina, no doubt, is too afraid
to unveil her heart to you,

but the next time she gives you
a hint, assume the burden.

Tell her how you feel.

What is this?

We owe the failure
of the last serum experiments

to the viscosity
of vampiric blood.

The heart alone cannot generate
the pressure necessary

to force the serum
into the capillaries.

This can.

We'll be ready to test
on a new subject in a few days.

___

[Chuckles]

No.

You will test it tomorrow,
on me.

I must let you get back to your lab and
ensure your calculations are correct.

Tomorrow, van Helsing.
Tomorrow.

I thought I told you specifically
to keep this to yourself!

I had no choice.
General Shaw is a traitor.

You know, I admire
your patriotism, Harker.

If anyone should even suspect
that I had anything to do with this...

They won't.
I was very discreet.

It was a friend of a friend
of an old contact at The Times.

The story will never
come back to me, let alone you.

You see that it doesn't.

[Children laughing]

You're certain
it was Mr. Renfield?

I got a good look at him.
It was him, all right.

- Did he identify himself?
- No, sir, I saw him before.

It was Grayson's man,
the large, black gentleman.

I saw him handing money
to a woman called Vera Markham,

heard him say Mr. Grayson would spare
no expense to keep her identity secret.

The Order thanks you
for your service, Mr. Dewhurst.

"Spare no expense."

Find out
about this Vera Markham

and why Grayson might have
reason to be paying her off.

By legal means, sir?

By any means necessary.

[Whip snaps and horses whinny]

What are you doing?

Professor.

Um...

That will be all, Miss Murray.
I no longer require your assistance.

- You're discharging me.
- That will be all.

I conducted an experiment
by adding this substance

to human cheek cells,
and the dead cells reanimated.

That's not possible.

No, I repeated the experiment,
and the results were identical.

Have a seat.

Your mind is impossible
to contain, Miss Murray.

Unfortunately, enthusiasm does not
always lend itself to accurate results.

This substance you found

is actually an inert medium
containing a microscopic parasite

I obtained in Sumatra.

I would have observed
living organisms.

Normally, yes,
but these creatures

are too small to be observed,
even with a microscope.

- No, I-I don't see how...
- So you see, my dear,

what you call "reanimation"
is nothing more

than the effect of cells
being attacked

by thousands
of voracious parasites.

[Chuckles] I apologize.

The truth is, my mother
died when I was very young.

I'm sorry.

Cancer of the stomach.

You wish to cure cancer?

No.

I wish to cure death.
[Chuckles]

So you've read
Dr. Freud's latest papers

and his theory on a phenomena
he calls "projection."

By which objective observation
is distorted...

By subjective desire, yes.

I am sorry
I wasted your time.

[Door opens]

The allegations still need
to be proven in court.

The gutter press have already
handed down their verdict.

Shaw is useless to us now.

Davenport already has a lead
on the source of the story.

No doubt the American
is behind this slander.

He had the most to gain.

Well, speaking of whom,

it appears he will be attending
your shareholders' meeting.

So much for flushing out
the beast.

Perhaps you should leave
the vampire hunting to me.

There is ample time
for him to send his regrets.

Huntsman...

Much as I have long tolerated
your extracurricular activities,

if you are involved with Grayson
and he proves to be a vampire,

you will not only face the full
wrath of the Brotherhood,

but mine as well.

Drive.

Walk on.
[Horse whinnies]

[Laughing] I'm winning.

- Oh, are you, now?
- Yes.

- Shall we wager?
- It is a race, then.

[Laughs]
I think we might tie.

[Both laughing]

Lord Davenport.

Ah, the soon-to-be
Mr. and Mrs. Harker.

[Merry-Go-Round music playing]

♪

[Music stops]

What on earth
are you doing here?

Radiant as ever, Miss Murray,
the portrait of the blushing bride.

- Uh, Mr. Harker, could I have a word?
- Of course.

I'll be right back.

You know, I've always found it queer
that Alexander Grayson hides you.

I mean, what need does
an American entrepreneur have

for a rapacious journalist?

Given the recent libel of General Shaw,
I appear to have the answer.

Look, Grayson isn't involved,
and even if he was,

it isn't libel
if the charges are true.

I didn't know you had
such a remarkable penchant

for ruining the lives
of innocent men.

What makes you so sure that you
are immune from the same fate?

Only one ticket,
I'm afraid.

Enjoy the show.

- A lady to see you, ma'am, a stranger.
- Well, ask her to come in.

The doctor came
at the same time, sir.

- Did he go straight into my room?
- Yes, sir.

- How do you do, Nora?
- How do you do?

- You don't recognize me, I suppose.
- No, I don't know.

Yes.
To be sure, I seem to.

- Christine, is it really you?
- Yes, it is I.

These are General Shaw's
personal accounts.

It's all there, sole shareholder,
Empire Munitions.

She's not a bookkeeper.
She's an actress.

- I've altered.
- You have altered.

Yes, indeed.

Nine, ten long years...

___

Well, isn't this handsome?

It's an ivory satin-draped
bodice Wita Broad yoke

and a gored skirt, trimmed
with the lilies of the valley.

I prefer a train.
They're so regal.

A seamstress could make
the additions.

Mm.

Truly, Mina, one should at least
pretend to derive pleasure

from the planning of one's own wedding,
if only for appearances' sake.

I do.

It's just...

I think I'm being deceived.

By whom?

Professor van Helsing.

What would he gain
from lying to you?

I don't know.

I suppose I haven't been
a beacon of honesty myself.

This substance that I've been working
with has some astounding properties,

characteristics that could
revolutionize medicine.

Why would anybody want to conceal
such an incredible discovery?

Perhaps he doesn't want to,
but that he feels that he should.

Speaking of such notions
is taboo.

I'm sorry.

All this talk of science
and research and cures...

You must find it all
intolerably dull.

Not when you're speaking
of it. [Laughs]

You're kind to humor me.

It's not kindness, Mina,
but love.

[Laughing] Lucy.

- I love you, Mina.
- I love you.

We're dear friends.
We're sisters, even.

We could be so much more.

It's a natural part
of our maturation.

I broke things off
with Alastair, did I tell you?

Mother begged to know
the reason.

She would have flogged it
out of me if she could,

but I couldn't tell her...
wouldn't tell her.

The reason I did it was you.
[Sighs]

- I've always loved you, mina.
- Lucy.

I didn't realize it till now, but
I now know that I always have.

So every time

that we've danced and dressed
and cried and slept together...

Is that why you wanted
my Jonathan?

Not to protect me,
but for your own gain?

No, Mina,
it's not like that.

Has our whole friendship
been a pretense?

Of course not.

Um, you need to leave.

- But, Mina...
- Please, Lucy.

The electrical current
will start the heart,

and the heart...
your heart will beat.

Your natural blood pressure
will not be sufficient

to fully distribute
the solar serum

through the small capillaries
and infuse the tissue,

as you might recall
from our last efforts.

I don't think I'll ever forget
our last effort.

This apparatus will augment your
blood pressure and infuse the tissues.

You will experience some...
Discomfort.

The pressure must be immense

to ensure complete saturation
of the tissues.

Are you sure you still want
to do this, sir?

If I don't do this, Renfield,
all our efforts will have been in vain.

We can't win
if we don't go all in.

We are ready.

- Ready.
- Now.

[Groaning]

Power off!

Again.

Again! Now!

[Groaning]

Enough.

Quickly.

[Grunts]

[Yelling]

[Shouting]

Grayson's late.

Grayson's finished.

No sign of Mr. Grayson.

How unfortunate for you.

Might I recommend
keeping it short, for once?

We have no idea
how long the serum will last.

I've never been quite so motivated
to be concise in all my life.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I intend on being brief,

because nothing quite ruins
a beautiful, sunny day

like talks of profits
and earning.

Let us begin by looking at the financial
condition of British Imperial.

All very well talking
this way, Mr. Grayson,

but we've yet to see
any profits.

Lord Rothcroft,
I understand your concerns.

All I can say is that
with absolute confidence

that you can expect
handsome profits

at the end of this quarter
and many more to come.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Before I go,
allow me to say this.

Nothing speaks louder
than success.

British Imperial is
and will continue to be

a key partner in the development
of energy technology

that will drive
the next century.

[Applause]

Mr. Grayson, you haven't quite
answered all our questions.

Given that Grayson energy is the sole
customer of British Imperial coolant,

its health is
of tremendous import to us all.

We're on track and budget to power all
of London by the end of the fiscal year.

We must go.

Hold on, sir,
we're nearly there.

Hold on.

[Yelling]

[Shouting in Romanian]

[Screaming]
[Shouting in Romanian]

[Indistinct chatter]

- Good night, Vera.
- Good night, Albert.

[Door closes]

[Wood creaking]

[Breathing shakily]

I did everything you asked.

[Hissing]
[Gasps]

I won't tell anyone.

[Gasps]

[Groaning]

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