All language subtitles for Dr+ícula (1931) English Subtitles

Giddy-up, horses! Giddy-up!

�Near Bistritz,�

�the road turns toward
the heart of the Carpathians,�

�one of the wildest and
least known places in Europe.�

Giddy-up!

Allow me.

Thank you very much.

Where were we, Sara?

Giddy-up, giddy-up!

�One of the wildest and
least known places in Europe.�

Continue.

�Among its steep summits, one
may encounter ruinous castles,�

�remnants of a bygone age.�

Coachman, see if you
can�t go a bit slower!

No, no!

We must reach the inn
before nightfall.

Why?

Today is Walpurgisnacht,
night of ill omen.

Nosferatu!

The dead come out of their graves
and suck the blood of the living.

That�s ridiculous!

You would not jest
if you lived here.

Tonight, all doors are barred

and we pray to the Virgin.

How was the journey?

� Good afternoon.
� How went your journey?
� Very well, thank you.

� I am pleased to hear it.
� Thank you.

No! Don�t bring down my luggage.

I have to continue
on to the Borgo Pass.

We have had a very nice trip.
And how have you been?

I should warn you that today
is Saint Walpurga�s Day,

which bodes ill around here,

and the coachman �
he is a fine fellow �

wishes to know, if it is
all the same to you,

whether you might continue
the journey after dawn.

I�m very sorry, but at midnight

a carriage will be waiting
for me at the Borgo Pass.

What carriage?

Count Dracula�s.

From Castle Dracula?!

That�s right.

That�s where I�m going.

Just imagine! He wants to leave
tonight for the Borgo Pass!

I beg you to remain here tonight.

But all that�s nothing
more than superstition...

I mean, in a mountainous
region like this,

I don�t understand how...

In the end, what I�m trying
to say is that I�m not afraid.

I�ve already told him that
this is a matter of business.

I have to go there. Really.

Wait!

Since you mean to leave, put this on.

Put it on, by all that is sacred!

It will serve as protection.

Thank you.

You are most welcome.

Good night.

Good night, and
I wish you good journey.

� Good night.
� Good night. May it go well for you.

Good night and good-bye.

Ya! Giddy-up, horses!

See here!

Do you believe that
there really are vampires

that come out of their
graves at nightfall

and roam about
in search of blood?

I have seen the victims!

That�s nonsense!

Come along, Sara.

The carriage from Count Dracula?

I am Dracula.

You couldn�t be more timely.

I don�t know what happened
to the coachman... to my luggage...

With all those things,
I thought I had the wrong place.

The walls of my castle are cracked.

Shadows abound within.

But enter!

Make yourself at home.

Listen to them!

They are the children of the night.

What beautiful music they make!

The eternal struggle for life.

Every living creature has
need of blood to stay alive.

The spider weaves its web
to catch the unwary fly.

The blood is the life,
Mister Renfield.

I expect this part of the castle
will seem more appealing to you.

I should think so!

I thought that you might
have brought an appetite.

You�re most kind,
Count Dracula.

Be seated.

Thank you.

I trust that no one will
have learned of this visit.

Absolutely no one,
as you advised me.

And you will have burned
all our correspondence.

I�ve followed all of your
instructions to the letter.

Splendid, Mister Renfield!
Splendid!

It was nothing. Just a scratch.

You aren�t drinking?

I never drink...

wine.

And now, if you are feeling well,

I should like for us to talk
about the lease of Carfax Abbey.

But all the documentation
is in my satchel.

I took the liberty of
sending up your luggage.

Everything is arranged.
It only lacks your signature.

I hope there are enough of these
tags for all your luggage.

I am not bringing more
than three crates.

We shall depart tomorrow evening.

Everything will be ready.

I do hope you find it comfortable.

Thank you. It looks inviting.

Now I will leave you.

I shall perhaps be detained
out there tomorrow during the day.

In that case, we will
meet again here at dusk.

Good night, Mister Renfield.

Look!

His fingers stiffened on the wheel,
as though they were frozen.

He must have died of fright.

What a terrible tragedy!

What of the sails?
Not a shred remains.

It must have been a dreadful storm.

And the sailors?
What has become of them?

Master!

Master!

We�re here!

Don�t you hear me, Master?

Master!

Master!

What can that be?

It sounds like it was
coming from that hatchway.

�Crew of Corpses on a Derelict Vessel�

�Believed due to the
severity of the elements.�

�A madman is the lone survivor.�

�Maritime authorities will handle
remit of cargo to receivers.�

You will tell Doctor Seward,
who is in the next box,

that they are calling
him to the telephone.

And once you deliver my message,

you will remember nothing.

Doctor Seward, they are
calling you to the telephone.

Excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

You were saying?

By accident, I overheard your name.

Are you the Doctor Seward who
has a sanitarium in Whitby?

That�s right.

Well then, I am Count Dracula.

I have just leased Carfax Abbey.

I understand that it adjoins
the grounds of your sanitarium.

Indeed. It does border my land.

I�m very pleased to make
your acquaintance, Count.

Would you like to join us?

Count, allow me to introduce
you to my daughter, Eva.

Miss Weston.

And Mister Harker.

Count Dracula has just
leased Carfax Abbey.

It will be a relief to see those
dismal windows lit up again.

Count, you�ll have to excuse me.
They�re calling me to the telephone.

In the meantime, have the
goodness to seat yourself.

With much pleasure.

Those Carfax ruins could
be made into a nice house,

but only for a great
deal of money.

I shall barely touch them.

They remind me of the ruinous ramparts
of my own castle in Transylvania.

What they remind me of
is that old toast:

�Lofty beams above bare walls�

�pulse with the echo
of our laughter�

�as if through them
murmured the dead.�

How charming!

Wait, wait!

There�s still a bit left
that�s even more charming.

�For those already deceased,
let us empty our glasses,�

�and give a cheer for
him who first must die.�

The rest you can keep
to yourself, Luc�a.

To really die...

to be truly dead...

must be sublime.

But, Count...

Something worse than death...

lies in wait for the living.

You can laugh all you want.

I found him fascinating.

Ha! Luc�a, the romantic.

I get it.

That bit about the �ruinous ramparts�.

Bah! Give me a more serious man.

Like Juan?

Yes, darling, yes.

Like Juan.

Well, Countess.

I�m quite sleepy.

I leave you to your count
and his ruinous abbey.

And may all your dreams
be colored red. Good night.

Good night.

Seems like the fog�s thickening.

Yes.

One more death.

When did you give the last
transfusion to Miss Weston?

About four hours prior
to her passing away.

The same symptoms
in each of the cases.

An inexplicable loss of blood

that we have been unable to prevent.

Give me the magnifying glass.

And these same two marks were found

on the neck of each of the victims.

Gentlemen,

we are contending with vampires.

� Vampires!
� Vampires?

Nosferatu!

Yes, the vampire of Transylvania!

That�s it!

Nosferatu, the vampire.

The vampire strikes at the throat

and leaves two tiny white lesions

with a red point in the center.

But, Professor Van Helsing,
that theory is implausible.

In these times, medical science does not
admit of the existence of such a being.

It�s no more than a myth!

A superstition!

Doctor Seward�s patient, Renfield,

whose blood I just analyzed,

has the obsession that he must
devour other living beings

in order to fuel his own life.

I go to England with Doctor Seward
to study Renfield�s case,

and perhaps I shall
give you proof

that the superstition
of days gone by

can become the scientific
truth of our day.

Look.

No! Don�t take it away, Mart�n!
Don�t take it away!

Be a good man! Don�t...!

You have no shame!

Now you�re taking
to spiders. Spiders!

You�re no longer
satisfied with flies!

Flies?

Flies! Wretched! Tiny!

Who�s going to settle for flies?

You, a stark raving madman!

I may lack for
nice, plump spiders...

still...

Alright. Be as you like.

But now, come with me.

The professor wants to talk
with you again. Let�s go.

It�s a very strange case.

Nevertheless, up to now the
only thing Renfield has craved

are small insects.

Not human beings.

That�s what we believe, Doctor.

But you said that he usually
escapes from his room.

That he spends hours away.

Where can he get to?

Come in!

Well!

Mister Renfield.

You look better now than
at my arrival this morning.

Thank you, Professor.

I feel much better.

Mart�n.

I understand that you have
studied at Oxford University.

Well, yes.

I gained my Bachelor of Laws in 1927.

I entered the Faculty of Law in 1928.

Afterwards...

Excuse me.

An inferior organism.

Unworthy of my attention.

What would you have
done with that fly

had we not been here?

He�d have gobbled it down!

Tell me, Mister Renfield,

what is it that induces
you to eat flies?

The wings of flies, sir,

represent the aerial potency
of the psychic faculties.

Isn�t he a handful, Doctor?
Nobody�s left unanswered.

But I�ve never seen
you like this, Eva.

What is it that�s
happening with you?

Do you have any concern?

Have I done something to you?

It�s not that you�ve done
anything to me, Juan.

Nor should you worry.

But something�s going on
with you. Tell me.

I don�t know what it can be.

Lately...

I�ve been feeling afraid.

When night approaches,

I get the sensation...
that something...

is tightening around me.

Oh, Juan!

Don�t you touch me
with your filthy hands!

Come now! Come now, Renfield!

I beg you, Seward!
Take me out of here!

Why do you have
such interest in it?

Because I scream at night and...

it could disturb Miss Eva...

and even cause her nightmares.

Nightmares?

Yes, Doctor. Yes!

Nightmares!

It sounds like the howl of a wolf.

Yes, indeed.

But I refuse to believe that there
are wolves so near to London.

This one thinks there are.

And I�ve heard those howls at night.

He says they�re talking to him

and he answers them,
screaming at the top of his voice.

He�s crazy!

It should have occurred to me.

You know well
why the wolves talk.

Isn�t that true,
Mister Renfield?

And you also know...
how they can be made to keep quiet!

You know too much
to go on living!

We�ll not get another word
out of him, for the time being.

You may take him away, Mart�n.

Let�s go, flycatcher!

I�m warning you again, Doctor!

If you don�t release me from here,
you�ll be responsible

for what happens to your daughter!

What is that herb
that excited him so?

It�s wolfsbane.

The peasants of Central Europe
use it to ward off vampires.

Well, Renfield responded
rather quickly to smelling it.

Yes.

You must keep a close watch
over him, day and night.

Especially by night.

Yes.

You were saying that
you had gone to bed.

Yes.

I was reading and I fell asleep.

I dreamed.

A dog barked.

And it seemed to me that
the whole room filled with mist.

It was so thick...

that I could just make out
the light that was at my bedside.

It looked like a tiny spark
lost in the fog.

I saw two red eyes
staring at me...

and a pale, livid face...
through the mist.

It came closer and closer!

I felt his breath on my face!

And his lips...!

But, Eva, it wasn�t
more than a dream.

The following morning,
I felt so weak,

as though I were
drained of vitality.

When did you have
that dream, Miss Eva?

The night...

that Father left for Switzerland.

That is to say...

the night...

after Luc�a�s funeral.

Let�s see.

Reflect for a moment.

Do you recall anything that
might have caused that nightmare?

Nothing.

There is something that�s
troubling Eva, Doctor.

Something she doesn�t
want to tell us.

And that face which
you saw in your dream,

did you say that it
came closer and closer?

That the lips touched you?

Where?

Eva.

No, no, Father! Please!

What do you have on your neck?

� For God�s sake, Father!
� What?

Since when have you had
these marks on your neck?

Marks?

Since the day after that dream.

Count Dracula.

I am much pleased to see
you returned, Doctor.

I learned that you
had just arrived.

Miss Seward.

Excuse me, Count Dracula.

Professor Van Helsing.

Van Helsing!

The distinguished man of science

whose name we know even in
the mountains of Transylvania.

Doctor, you will forgive me,

but I think it advisable that your
daughter go to her bedchamber at once.

Are you feeling indisposed?

I hope your ailment
is not serious.

I had a terrible dream
the other night

and I�ve yet to be able
to drive it from my imagination.

You will not have taken
my stories too much in earnest?

Stories?

Modestly endeavoring
to amuse your fianc�e,

I have been recounting
some of the tales,

rather somber ones,
from my distant homeland.

Daughter, I�m sure that
Count Dracula will excuse you.

It�s necessary that
you go to your room,

as Professor Van Helsing recommends.

But, Father...

I tell you that I�m
feeling quite well now.

You had best follow
your father�s instruction.

Very well.

Good night, my daughter.

I have to leave, Doctor.

Professor Van Helsing,

I hope that I shall have the
pleasure of seeing you... again.

Good night.

Good night, Juan.

Mister Harker.

I shall come by later to find out
how you are getting on.

Thank you.

Good night, Miss Seward.

Good night.

I am very sorry that
my visit was so ill-timed.

Not at all.

On the contrary, it may
prove of utmost importance.

What�s more, before you leave,
you could be very helpful to us.

Inasmuch as it may be possible for me,
it will be my great pleasure.

A moment ago, I uncovered
an amazing phenomenon,

something so incredible that
I mistrust even my own eyes,

and I want you to help me prove it.

Look!

Doctor Seward...

I beg a thousand pardons.

I could not help it.

Considering that you have not yet
lived even one entire lifetime,

you know a great deal, Professor.

Did you see the
expression on that face?

Like an enraged beast!

Dracula is our vampire.

Vampire?

For God�s sake, Professor!

Vampires don�t cast
reflections on glass.

That�s why Dracula
shattered that mirror.

Look here, Professor, that
makes no sense whatsoever.

Dracula is the monster
that killed Luc�a Weston.

He left those marks
on Miss Eva�s neck.

He?

Well then.

Please believe that
I don�t mean to offend you,

but those words seem more suited
for one of the patients here.

Yes!

And the doctors of this country
and the police will think the same.

What lends more
strength to the vampire

is that people refuse
to believe in him.

But, Professor, according
to your own theory,

the vampire must return
to his grave before dawn.

He must return to his native soil,
which is where he was buried.

However, Count Dracula�s
native soil is Transylvania.

Then he must have
brought the soil with him.

Perhaps in crates large
enough to serve as his bed.

Let�s go, let�s go,
let�s go, let�s go.

Let�s go, now.

Let�s go, let�s go, let�s go.

Renfield, what were
you doing there?

Let�s go.

Let�s go. Come on.
Come with me.

Renfield, did you hear
what we were saying?

Listen well to what he tells you.

It�s the only salvation left to you.

And to her, also.

Save me! Save my soul!

Save me!

Save me!

Save me!

I am weak. You are strong.

I am mad. You are sane.

I will save you.

But you have to tell us
all that you know.

Everything.

Fool! Fool!

And I thought you
were a wise man.

What do I stand to gain
by telling you everything?

That doctor keeps me here,
locked up all day.

And when I behave nicely,
he gives me a little bit of sugar

so I can catch flies.

Whereas if I serve...
the Master...!

A clever madman

prefers to serve he
who can give him... life!

He?

And to whom are you alluding?

Why mention names
among friends, Professor?

What ties do you
have with Dracula?

Dracula?

I hadn�t even heard
that name until now.

You lie!

The insane, Professor,

lack the capacity to distinguish

truth from falsehood.

Therefore, I take no offense.

I begged that you
release me from here,

but you didn�t want to.

Now it�s too late.

It already happened.

What happened?

I dare not say it. I dare not.

I would die in
torment if I tried.

And you will die in torment

if you let innocent blood
fall upon your soul.

No!

God will not condemn
the soul of a poor lunatic.

He knows very well
that the power of evil

is far too great to be escaped
by the poor in spirit.

Then, Renfield, have
confidence in me.

Confess to me
what I want to know.

What is it you want to know?

The name of the being that
has deranged your mind.

The one whom you
call... �Master�.

No!

Don�t ask me that!

Don�t ask me that!

No! Don�t ask me that!

No...!

You must tell us!

You must tell us!

Get out of here!
Get out of here!

Renfield, tell us
before it�s too late!

Before your soul
is damned forever!

I�m going to tell you.
I�m going to tell you.

Master!

Master!

I wasn�t going to tell them anything!

I haven�t told them anything!

I�m faithful, Master!
I�m faithful!

Doctor Seward!

Doctor Seward! Doctor Seward!

Miss Eva... out there... dead!

Thanks be to God, she still lives.

She lives... but she�s in great danger.

She�s under his influence.

That would be terrible!

I can�t believe it.

And yet, it�s the truth.

We have to put an end to him.

We have to face him.

Is Doctor Seward knocking about?

No. What can I do for you?

That flycatcher
gave me the slip again

and he�s capable
of any foolishness.

Doctor Seward and
his famous scholar

are over there tramping through
the abbey on the hunt for vampires.

Vampires. Flycatchers.

Look, Mister Harker,

if there�s some brave man who
wants my position, let him have it.

I�m going to look
for another place

where they have nice,
reasonable lunatics

who think they�re
Napoleon... kings...

something that�ll be
worth the trouble.

�The mysterious lady in white,�

�implacable scourge of childhood,�

�was up to her old tricks again
last night shortly after dark.�

�The statements of two girls...�

�...both confirm that it is a
beautiful lady dressed in white�

�whose method invariably
consists in offering�

�chocolates to her victim,�

�after which she lures them
to some secluded corner�

�where she gently
bites their neck.�

How ghastly!

What does she know
of the lady in white?

How would she know anything?

It�s bad enough that she read it.

For God�s sake, Mister Harker!

And when did you see Luc�a
again after they buried her?

Once when I was on the terrace.

She emerged from
among the shadows.

She came towards me.

She stopped and stared at me.

I started to say something to her.

And then...

I remembered...

that she had died.

Her face...

took on... a horrific expression.

Something like that
of a hungry beast.

Like a wolf!

She turned around...

and fled, disappearing
again into the fog.

So, the lady in white was...

Luc�a.

Miss, I promise you that
from this day forward,

Luc�a will rest in peace.

Her soul will be freed forever

of that ferocious appetite.

Since you can save
Luc�a�s soul after death,

promise me that
you�ll save mine, too.

But you�re not going to die,
my darling. You will go on living.

No, no, Juan. You mustn�t touch me.

Nor should you kiss me. Not ever.

But what are you saying?

Professor, explain it to him.

Tell him!

I can�t.

Eva.

Juan, it�s all over between us.

Our love, our wedding plans.

Please, Juan, don�t
look at me like that.

I love you.

I love you more than my own life.

But this terrible thing...

he wants it to be this way...

and I... have to obey.

Do you know what you�re doing?

You�re driving her crazy!

Mister Harker, that is what
you should worry about.

The last rays of the sun
have already gone.

Night looms over us once again.

Both in this room and your own,
we have placed wolfsbane

to save you from Dracula,
in case he returns.

She�s going to be
very safe from him,

because either she returns to London with
me immediately or I shall call the police.

Friend Seward, I am in charge here

or everything I do will prove useless.

Miss Eva must keep this branch
of wolfsbane with her at bedtime.

Take great care that she does
not drop it during her sleep.

And under no pretext whatsoever should
those windows be opened during the night.

I quite understand, Professor.

Come along, little girl.
Come along.

Yes...

Master.

You�ve come back to see me, Master.

You�re not angry with me?

No! No, Master!

Please!

Not her!

Never again!

No! No, Master!

No! Not her!

No!

No, no, no...!

No! No! No! No, no...!

No, no, no, no... no... please...

No... no... no, Master... no, please...

Mister Harker,

I have devoted my whole life to
the study of the strangest things,

of little-known facts it is perhaps
best that the world does not know,

a world more given to meekly
accepting ordinary things.

The name �Dracula�
is tied to a legend

that still survives among the
countrymen of the selfsame Dracula.

A legend that tells of an ancient family
extinguished about five centuries ago

that was thought to be
composed of vampires.

Since I discovered, by chance, that
Dracula cast no reflection in the mirror

and, furthermore, that three large
crates had been sent to Carfax Abbey,

and since I knew that a vampire has to
sleep during the day in his native soil,

I realized straightaway that
Dracula must be the person

whom Renfield calls �Master�.

A being, undead, that has managed to
prolong its life far beyond natural limits

by feeding itself with the
blood of other living beings.

Now then, the only way
that we can save Eva

consists of finding the place where
the vampire�s living corpse lay

and driving a stake
through its heart.

Quite a strange conversation
for men who aren�t crazy.

Renfield, you�re going to compel
me to put you in a straitjacket.

I�m rather afraid that
may prove useless now.

What?

What did you say, Doctor, sir?

Again?!

I�m on my way. Yes, sir.

Right away, Doctor, sir.

The doctor�s favorite lunatic
is on the loose again.

I�ll be damned if this brute
isn�t Hercules himself!

� Well, what�s he done now?
� See it for yourself!

From this day on,

any mental suggestion
you receive from me

will be carried out after.

When I want you
to do something,

it must be done.

It must be done.

When you emerge
from this state,

you will not remember
what I tell you now.

Do you hear me well?

I hear you well.

I already told you
what you must do.

Now,

obey.

Renfield, you know
where those crates are.

Tell us and we will protect you.

But I no longer need
your protection.

The Master, far from being
angry with me, is highly pleased.

He came and stood
beneath my window

by the light of the moon

and promised me things.

Not saying them, doing them.

� Doing them?
� Yes!

Ensuring that it will happen.

A red mist spread over the lawn,

advancing like a blaze.

Then the Master parted the mist

and displayed before me
thousands of rats

with burning eyes like his,
but much smaller.

He raised his hand
and they all stopped,

and it seemed to me
that he said:

�Rats! Rats! Rats!�

�Thousands, millions of rats!�

�In each one of them,�

�a life full of red blood�

�that is worth many
years of life to you.�

�All those beings
I shall give you!�

�Yes! And many more!�

�And better still,
for countless generations!�

�As long as you obey.�

What did he want you to do?

That which has
already been done!

Dracula is in this house!

And where else
was he going to be?

He won�t be able
to do any harm now.

We�ve already
prepared the wolfsbane.

Ah! So here you are!

May I drop dead right here if this one
isn�t going to drive me crazy.

He�s just twisted and broken the
iron bars as if they were toothpicks.

Come with me, Mart�n.

I�m going to show you a place Renfield
won�t be able to escape from again.

Let�s go.

It could be you�re right, but
I say what Saint Thomas said.

Van Helsing!

And now that you discovered
what you did discover,

it would be prudent
to return to your... soil.

I intend to stay and protect those
whom you mean to destroy.

You have come too late.

The blood of Dracula now flows
through Miss Seward�s veins.

She will continue
living for all eternity,

the same as I have lived.

Supposing you
escape us, Dracula,

we already know how
to save Miss Eva�s soul,

if not her life.

Of course I�m feeling well.

Never have I felt better
in my whole life.

But...

why are you looking
at me like that?

You�re so...

I can hardly believe it.

You seem like another woman.

My darling, you look marvelous!

And so I feel.

But... it�s quite stuffy in here.

And this smell...

Ah! It�s the wreath of flowers
that the professor wanted me to...

Marta?

Yes, miss.

Throw away that awful wreath
of flowers, would you, Marta?

And do me the favor of opening
the windows to let in fresh air.

But, miss, the professor
won�t approve of that.

Don�t worry about him.

It�s better here.

It�s a pleasure
to see you like this.

I assure you that
you had me worried.

I don�t know...

what was happening to me.

It seems to me...

that I�m coming out
of a nightmare.

Juan, isn�t the
moonlight beautiful?

Look! Have you ever
seen so many stars?

Millions and millions.

And how close
they seem to be,

as if you could reach
them with your hand.

Wouldn�t it make you happy if
I offered you a handful of them?

Do not forget, Van Helsing,
that in recent years,

all who got in my way
paid for it with their lives.

And some of them in a
manner not at all pleasant.

Come...

...here!

Stop!

You shall not move
your hand until I will it.

Take out whatever you have
there and put it in this box.

Be quick about it!

Have you obeyed me?

Yes.

� Yes, that�s what you�ve told me.
� Oh, no, Juan.

What do you mean?

I couldn�t have said
such a silly thing.

You�ve made it up.

No, you told me that the
night filled you with fear.

And what does the night
hold that can scare me?

I love the night.

It�s the only time that
I feel like I�m truly alive.

Look out, a bat! It could
get tangled up in your hair.

Yes, I will.

I will.

You will, what?

Me? I haven�t said anything.

It seemed to me that you did.

Good heavens,
what an enormous bat!

Juan...

I want... you to
promise me something.

Whatever you wish, my darling.
Whatever you ask of me.

That rather odd
professor and his herbs...

I can�t bear them!

Would you... do me the favor
of taking them away from him?

And his crucifix. The same thing.
Take it away from him!

He�ll say... that he wants
to protect me again:

from the night...
from Count Dracula...

from whatever!

I don�t know what to think.

But perhaps he�s right.

He�s told me some terrible things
about that Count Dracula.

What is this?
What�s come over you?

Why?

Your eyes! They look at me
in such a strange way!

No! Eva!

Eva! My daughter!

It�s nothing, Eva! My darling!

The cross... Juan...

After what�s happened,
I can�t look at it!

But... what happened?

I can�t tell you! I can�t!

You must tell me.
I have a right to know.

Dracula...

he came...

he opened a vein in his arm...

and he made me...

drink.

What is that?

Who is it, Mart�n?

A bat, Professor, sir.

Very big and very black.

It�s pointless to waste
your rounds, Mart�n.

They�ll never wound that bat.

What are we going to do?

He�s crazy.

They�re all crazy.

All of them!
Except me and you.

And sometimes,
I doubt even you.

It was an act of charity,

driving a stake into the
heart of that poor girl.

Now her soul
will rest in peace.

Let�s go to the abbey.

Look! An opening in the wall.

Master!

Master! Here I am!

Here I am!

Eva! Eva!

Eva! Eva!

The rogue went in this way!

I haven�t brought them,
Master! I swear!

I didn�t know! Master!

Master! Master!

Wait!

Master! Master!
I�ve been faithful!

I�m your slave!
I didn�t betray you!

Don�t kill me, Master!

Punish me, abuse me,
but let me live!

I can�t go before God!

He�ll censure me for so many
deaths on my conscience

and so much blood
on my hands!

The rogue went in this way!

Eva! Eva!

With this rod, Harker! With this!

It�s open now.

Eva! We�re here!

Eva!

Eva! Eva!

Eva!

Eva! Eva!

Harker! Harker!

I found them.

Look.

His life as a vampire...

is drawing to a close.

And Eva?

We must have courage.

Find a stone.

Something...

that I may use to drive
the stake into his heart.

And Eva?

Will she be...?

She�s not here.

Then she still lives!

Where are you?!

Eva! Eva! Where are you?!

Eva! Eva! Eva!

Oh, you�re saved, Eva!

My darling, you�re saved!

Eva.

Oh, Juan.

What a face...

What a horrible face he made...

when he saw the light of the sun.

There is nothing to fear now.

Dracula is dead forever.

Aren�t you coming?

I�ll stay.

I�m going to keep the promise
I made to Renfield.