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[music playing]

[chatter]

[people screaming]

[snarling]

Wait.

In peace.

[sniffs]

I smell you, Forgemaster.

Interesting.

Not many people can smell an education.

It's not an education.

It's a curse.

It's easy to detect.

You just have to know
what Hell smells like.

And you know the smell of Hell?

Smelled it, tasted it, seen it.

You are also a man of faith,
aren't you?

Perhaps a Sufi, I think?

Of a sort.

My devotion has been a matter
of interrogation for some years,

and the reparation of my heart
is far away.

If you have a God,

then you probably also have a Devil.

And if God created everything,

then he also made Hell.

The Prophet Muhammad,
peace be upon him, once said,

"One day there will be
no human beings left in Hell."

Perhaps I'm doing his work

and there will come a time
when my devotion is perfected.

How can this humble collector

be of service to you tonight,
Forgemaster?

In my travels, I have heard tell

that you possess
a large Carpathian transmission mirror.

Ohh.

I am so sad to say that
that was some years ago.

Purchased from me
by a lovely couple from Kolkata

who did not go out during the day,

if you take my meaning.

I do.

Damn.

But I have something else
that may be of interest.

[clatter]

A distance mirror.

It's clever, if somewhat prideful.
[chuckles]

It will read a thought
arranged in your mind's eye.

When I indicate,

say your name and clap your hands.

[claps]

And it likes to be called "sir."

The mirror wants to be called sir?

I don't make the rules.
[chuckles]

I just run the shop.

Sir! You will obey the wishes

of the one who speaks his name next.

Isaac.

Sir Mirror, see my wish.

Ha!

There you are!
Are you breathing, betrayer?

Good.

Sir Mirror, where are we?

Hmm.

I do not recognize this place.

Sir Mirror,
who owns this castle you show me?

[inaudible]

Carmilla.

So this is Styria.

- [claps]
- [whoosh]

Was this a useful thing?

Extremely. You have my thanks.

Hmm. Take the mirror. It's yours.

You would give me
such a valuable thing as a gift?

I would.

I have a feeling you haven't received
many gifts in your life,

and it pleases me
to improve that balance.

Also, I fully expect
to go to hell one day,

and that would be a situation
where I would be glad

to be owed a favor
by a forgemaster.

[laughs]

[creatures growling]

We shall find a ship.

[growls]

[snarls]

[growling continues]

We will have no truck
with mystics or demons.

You will get out of this city right now,

or face the consequences.

I intend to.

I am walking to the port
to find a ship right now.

[overseer]
No. You will leave the city.

[Isaac]
Yes, by boat.

One more word and you will die,
and then your monsters. Move!

[sighs]

I was spoiled
by a single act of kindness in this city.

And so I attempted to be reasonable,
honest and peaceful.

This was against my better nature.

It was stupid to expect
anything other than hate from you.

I keep making the same mistake.

I should know better.

I don't need any of these bodies
for forging.

You may eat.

[creatures snarling]

[overseers screaming]

[screaming continues]

[snarling, screaming continues]

[gulping]

Ahh.

Bored.

Hurry your arses up!

I'm bored
and I want to be goin' somewhere.

Even though we're sailing somewhere old
and visited often and boring...

at least we'll be sailing somewhere.

- [creatures snarling]
- [people screaming]

[footsteps approach]

My friends and I
need a ship to take us to Genoa.

Well, this is my ship right here.

Then perhaps we'll take this one.

[Captain]
You could. You surely could.

I see all your sharp-toothed
little friends,

and I've been afloat long enough
to know what they are.

Then why are you
still talking to me?

Because I'm interested.

And I like to do business.

And you tell me you need a ship.

[Isaac]
I do. It seems suitable.

I believe I will kill you and all your men
and take it.

You could. You surely could.

But if you did all that
murderin' and takin',

who would be left to sail it?

Sailing a boat cannot be hard.

[laughing]

If it wasn't hard,
then why would sailors exist?

Why would ships need crews?

You make a good point.

But I've already
made the mistake tonight

of expecting humans
to make decent decisions.

Perhaps you weren't
offering them coins.

I'm not offering you coins.

Yes, you are.

You are offering coins
for my ship and our skills,

and your word that your beasties
won't eat any of my crew.

My word?

You've just said you've been disappointed

by men making improper decisions.

That leads me to believe
that you're a man of your word.

[laughs]

You are a strange man.

I'm bored.

Sailing with you, Sir Forgemaster,

will be many things,

but I doubt it will be boring.

Will ye be coming aboard, this night?

I am Isaac.

What is your name, Captain?

Name? [laughs]

God knows. Forgot it long ago.

Doesn't matter.
I'm the Captain.

That's all you need to know,
and all you need to call me.

Do I have your word, Isaac?

You do.

And your coins, I trust?

Oh, yes.

Then we shake hands,

as travelers who have made an agreement
to sail together

without threat or fear.

Agreed.

Or bein' eaten by beasties.

You will not be eaten
by my beasties.

[Captain laughing]
Excellent.

Lads! We have guests!

We sail for Genoa!

[wind whistling]

[Morana slurping]

[Carmilla]
I have it!

[papers rustling]

What do you have?

The future.

Oh, I can't wait for this.

She's been home five minutes

and she's already carrying the future
rolled up under her arm.

The future does seem very portable.

[Morana laughs]
Well, it's the future, isn't it?

You can't see it yet, so I suppose
it can't weigh very much.

Your comedy act hasn't improved
while I've been away.

I had the cartographer in.

Come and look at this.

[Carmilla]
This is us.

We have never been able
to project our power west.

Too many strong nations.

But if we look east...

we see an entire region
fractured and devastated

by Dracula's actions.

From here to Braila.

Our march from there to here
defines a destabilized zone

with no real power structures
or organization.

That must be eight hundred miles
of territory

as the crow flies.

I want you to think of it as
Greater Styria.

A corridor nation.

You've gone mad.

[chuckles]
The vampire groups in this corridor

are hopelessly splintered

and very likely decimated
by the battle at Braila.

The humans are in complete chaos,

hiding in villages and being picked up

by abandoned night creatures
loose in the field.

Oh. Oh, wait. I think I see.

It's a pen, isn't it? A pen for livestock?

That's right.

We enclose this corridor
with all the humans in it.

Morana is right. You're insane.

How could we even police
such long borders?

We lost so many soldiers at Braila

that I'm not even sure
how we hold off an attack

from our neighbors right now.

We have Hector the Forgemaster
in our cells.

Hector can make night creatures.

The otherwise useless little bastard

can in fact create us a new army
from the regiments of hell itself.

And that is how we take control
of the corridor

and trap ourselves a flock of livestock...

that will keep us fed forever.

That's the wonderful thing about humans.

Leave a handful of them
alone for five minutes

and they'll make more little humans.
[laughs]

Self-replicating food.

So, that's my plan.

Take over a long enclosure of land,
surround it,

rule over it like the empresses of old,

and drink all the humans forever.

Brilliant, isn't it?

It's lunatic.

Do you know
what annoys me about it most?

What?

It's a really good idea.

[laughs]

The moment is perfect.

Your experience and all our intelligence

tells us it's chaos
from here to the Danube.

We simply don't have the strength
of numbers to make it work.

[sighs]

But we do have Hector.

We have a half dead thing in the cell

that will have no interest at all
in helping you do anything.

He is quite pliable.

He was quite pliable once.

And then
you got him to betray his master,

made him see all his goals destroyed,

beat the shit out of him,

and dragged him eight hundred miles

on the end of a rope.

I don't see him being happy

to do you any other favors, Carmilla.

She makes a fair point.

[Carmilla scoffs]

Maybe we could just torture him
until he does what he's told.

Also, night creatures
are loyal to their forgemasters.

We might just be giving him
the opportunity to create his own army.

Let me handle it.

Really?

[Lenore] Striga's the fighter,
Morana's the organizer...

they both have a plan to deal with.

Let me solve Hector.

Is this going to be like the time

you found a spider
with one broken leg

and you tore the castle apart

looking for something small enough
to make a splint out of?

[scoffs] No.

[twittering]

- [brush rustles]
- [wings flapping]

[man grunting softly]

[sniffs, groans]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[woman grunts]

[man grunts]
I suppose I'm awake now.

[woman]
Mm. Sh'up.

[man]
Sorry?

[woman]
Good boy.

[chatter]

[sniffs]

Mmm.

Those smell so good.
Can I take two?

Those are on me.

Mister Belmont!

[laughing]
My, my,

what a formidable beast you are.

- Excuse me?
- You're excused.

I recognize, of course,

the crest
of the noble house of Belmont

upon your fine tunic. Oh.

Well, this fine tunic

that has, in fact,
seen better days, hasn't it?

Perhaps one of these local artisans

might conduct some discreet repairs
upon it,

and perhaps even introduce it

to the apparent mysteries
of soap and water.

Uh, who the hell are you?

Indeed! Hell!

These are the conversations we must have.

But first...

allow me to
formally introduce myself.

I am the Count Saint Germain.

Doubtless your family told you
stories about me.

Uh, my family were a little too dead

to tell me many stories.

Oh. Of course. The purge.

Great sympathies. Terrible crime.

Well, I knew your family,

and your family's sacred role
in this country.

I was curious as to what brought you
to remote Lindenfeld.

And such an entrance!

Dragging a dead night creature
behind your simple wagon.

A flourish
worthy of the royal courts of Europe.

You are practically the Jesus of murder.

I have no idea
what's happening right now.

Why are you here, Belmont?

What business is that of yours?

That remains to be seen.

I'm taking breakfast back to my partner.

Thanks for paying.

- Uh...
- No.

[Saint Germain]
Prior Sala! What a beautiful morning.

Saint Germain.

I was wondering
if you'd given more thought to my request?

You wish to enter the priory.
For reasons that escape me.

I had been told that some of your books
had been damaged

when night creatures struck the priory.

Further, that some of the books
were in languages unfamiliar to you.

And that you had no scribes.

That much is true.

Our one scribe
was blessed with a quick death,

and we didn't even have to
bury all of him.

Uh, because...?

Partially devoured.

Terribly considerate chap, really.

Ahh.

I have scribal skills
and speak a great many languages.

I can also survey your artworks.

And...

I have knowledge of Dracula.

You do?

Further,

I know that the church
had certain knowledge

of Dracula for generations,

and some of it likely resides

in the books you cannot read or repair.

And what do you want in return?

Access to the priory.

To see its beauty
and to add to my knowledge.

I am but a humble scholar,

and such things
are the only riches I desire.

Let me be clear.

I no longer have interest
in the books of the Church.

The Church killed Dracula's wife.

We have what you might call

a new understanding
of our relationship to God.

But new knowledge of Dracula and Hell

would be useful to us in our work.

You may have limited access to the priory
so that you can search for it.

Limited how?

Limited.

Do you agree?

I do so agree, Prior Sala.

- Thank you.
- It's done.

Um, one... one question, i-if I may?

What interests you so much about Hell?

Dracula's wife is alive in Hell.

Dracula went from Braila,
to join her there.

Phew.

Well, that was unusual.

Still. Finally, forward motion.

I may yet triumph.

Of course, I will triumph.
How could it be otherwise?

I am immortal and glorious,
and all these other people smell of piss.

[birds chirping]

[water sloshing]

[distant crunch]

[footsteps]

[bow stretching]

[footsteps]

[whooshing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[gasps] Please!

- I will not be hunted.
- We are not hunting you.

- You are the Alucard.
- The what?

[Sumi]
We need your help.

With an arrow in my back.

He was going to cover me.
I was going to come out to talk to you.

Really?

We have come a long way.
Please, I need to know if he's all right.

If I wanted him dead,
I would have aimed higher.

[louder]
If he wants to continue living,

he should stop right there.

[gasping]
Please leave her alone!

You are the Alucard,
and we do need your help.

I am not "the" anything.

Adrian Tepes. The Alucard.

- The anti-Dracula.
- Just Alucard.

[Taka gasping, grunting]

[coughing]

[Alucard]
Who are you?

I am Sumi. This is Taka.

We hunt vampires.

Not you. Real vampires.

The pursuit of our target
became the pursuit of the castle,

and we only discovered yesterday
that you live in it.

I didn't notice you yesterday.
You're better than I thought.

Who was your quarry?

Her name is Cho.

We were slaves to her court in Japan.

She left to become a general
in Dracula's war.

We were able to escape her court
in that time.

We followed her here.
We learned to track the castle.

If she was in the castle with Dracula,
then she died at Braila.

Yes. But she's not the only vampire
in Japan.

We need more knowledge than we have
to fight them.

We were looking for the castle.
We had no idea how to find you.

Ignoring for the moment the fact
that I think you smashed all my ribs,

this is a good day for us.

Alucard...

will you teach us?

- Teach you?
- We are alone in this world,

and we do not have enough
power or knowledge

to free our people of the vampire.

You know things,

and you have a knowledge famously
contained within Dracula's castle.

Will you teach us how to fight
for the freedom of others?

- Alone.
- That's right.

[Alucard]
Follow me.

Do you know where you are?

[Taka]
Not really.

That is Dracula's castle.

That's my castle.

My father is dead.

Dracula is dead?

Yes.

By my hand.
And the hand of a Speaker.

And the hand of the last of the Belmonts.

Under our feet is the Belmont Hold,

repository of all their knowledge.

And there is my castle,
containing all my father's knowledge.

And up here is all of mine.

You want to learn how to fight vampires
and save your people?

More than anything.

It will be hard.

You will have to unlearn
much of what you know about the world

and take on more than you ever imagined.

I'm not going to start this,

if you're going to stop
when it gets difficult.

We are committed.
We will take all that you can give.

Well, then. I think...

to pass on the secrets of the world,
and the true science...

I think my mother would approve.

Now we are not alone.

Come on, then. We begin.

- OK.
- [Sumi laughs]

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