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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.

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The above subtitles are based on a transcription and translation of the 1931 Spanish-language screenplay by Baltasar Fern�ndez Cu�, adapted from the 1931 English-language screenplay by Garrett Fort, the 1924 stage play by Hamilton Deane (revised 1927 by John L. Balderston), and the original 1897 novel by Bram Stoker. The author of these subtitles claims no right to any of the aforementioned properties.

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