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You'll write often?

Every day, I promise.

And I promise to study my shorthand,

so that I shall be able to do your letters
when we're married.

Jonathan! Jonathan!

Time for you to go.

Yes, of course.

0h, Jonathan, I do wish
Bohemia wasn't so far away.

Now, Lucy, you'll
only upset your sister.

But you don't know
two words of the language.

No, but one can tell from the Count's
letters that he has good command of English.

I know you girls will laugh
at your old mother,

but I've had cook put up a
few sandwiches for you, Jonathan.

One never knows about food
when travelling abroad.

Thank you, Mrs Westenra.
That was very thoughtful of you.

Well, time to go.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

(Dog barking)

(Thunder)

(Thud)

(Whistle blowing)

Excuse me.

Do any of you speak English?

Speak English?

I speak some little.

Well, when we left the inn,
some of the men and women pointed at me.

Like this.

Yes.

What does it signify?

What does it mean?

They say it is a charm
against the evil eye.

Why should I need the charm
any more than, say, yourself?

Where are you alighting?

At the head of the Borgo Pass.

It is very important that we get there
well before midnight and across the border.

Really? Why is that?

Do you not know what day this is?

It is the 4th of May.

The eve of Saint George.

When the clock strikes midnight,

all the evil things of the world
shall take command.

I'm a solicitor,

and I'm taking some documents
concerning a property in England

for a Count Dracula to sign.

(Speaks foreign language)

Not-not-not... Not go!

Not go!

(Speaks foreign language)

My dear lady, I have to go.

Please, don't upset yourself.

(Speaks foreign language)

(Howling)

Have you, please, the correct time?

It's half past six.

(Speaks foreign language)

(Horses neigh)

Here is part of the woods, sir.
The head of the Borgo.

Thank you.

God go with you.

(Speaking foreign language)

For your mother's sake.

Thank you.

(Horses neigh)

There should be carriage waiting for me.

Wait! Wait! Moment, bitte.

I was told there'd be
a carriage waiting for me.

I'm sorry.
We can't delay. We cannot!

But you can't leave me here
in the middle of nowhere!

(Howling)

(Howling)

(Whining)

Welcome to my house, Mr Harker.

Come freely, go safely.

Count Dracula?

I am Count Dracula.

Will you come in?

And please, leave here
some of the happiness you bring.

No, no, allow me. I insist.

I insist. You are my guest.

It is late and the servants
are not available at this hour.

Close the door.

- Follow me.
- Thank you.

(Howling)

Do forgive me if I do not join you.

I have already dined.

You will please help yourself
to whatever you wish.

Thank you.

Some Tokay, perhaps?

Hmm?

That will be very welcome.

Excuse my asking, but...

these plates, are they solid gold?

They're 400 years old.

We boyars are more aware
of what they say to us about our past

than of their value or utility.

They are very... distinctive.

You must know a great deal
of the history of Transylvania.

All there is to know, I'm afraid.

Sometimes I think... too much.

(Howling)

Listen to them.
The children of the night.

What music they make.

Well, Mr Harker,
tell me about this house in England

which has been purchased for me.

What is the name of it?

- Carfax.
- Carfax.

What is the origin of the word?

Well, it is an old house, in a district of
London known as Purfleet, near the River Thames.

It's four-sided, and each corner
follows a point of the compass.

The name then is possibly a corruption
of the French... quatre faces.

Four faces.

That's absolutely correct, Count.

And how did Mr Hawkins
come to hear of it?

My fiancée's sister knows
a doctor in the area.

You are engaged to be married?

Yes, sir.

And does your fiancée live in London?

Yes, with her family.
But they always go away for the summer.

Of course, the English custom.

To a spa or watering place.

They go to Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.

Basso, your house is very near
the sanatorium that this doctor runs.

A Dr Seward.

The house is old. I'm glad.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day.

And after all, how few days go
to make up a century.

Mr Hawkins thinks highly of you.

That's very kind of Mr Hawkins.

And adds, Mr Harker
shall be ready to attend on you

during his stay when you will

and to take your
instructions in all matters.

I think you will find everything in order.

Thank you. Give it to me.

(Cock crows)

There. It is morning.

How inconsiderate of me to keep you talking.
You must be tired.

But tomorrow you shall sleep
as late as you will.

- Good night, Mr Harker.
- Good night, sir.

- 0h, Mr Harker?
- Sir?

You may go anywhere you wish in the castle.

However, the doors
of certain rooms are locked.

It stands to reason that you will
not be able to enter these rooms

and you should not try.

They have been locked for generations,

and only the masters of the house
have known why.

Respect this tradition, please.

Thank you.

(Sheep bleating, distant)

Good morning...

or rather, good evening.

You have slept well.

It is already dusk.

Stupid things.

Shouldn't trust them.

The trouble with mirrors is that they
don't reflect quite enough.

Don't you think? (Chuckles)

Er...

(Crash)

You've cut yourself.

Heh.

One of these two girls is your fiancée?

Yes, sir. The one on the right.

And the other one?

Her sister.

An embarrassing choice.
They are both very pretty.

Uhh.

English literature
is the richest in the world.

But then, of course, I'm partial.

I have a passion for the English language.

I would wish to speak it
faultlessly, perfectly.

But you almost do, Count.

This "almost" is disheartening.

You shall remain here for a while
so that I may learn from you

and shatter this
"almost" irrevocably.

Please correct the slightest
error in my speech.

However small, please, correct it.

Frankly, sir, I was hoping
to return to London

as soon as you have signed the lease
of the house at Purfleet.

No, no, you must remain here
for a month at the very least.

A month?

Do you really wish me to stay so long?

Only my needs are to be consulted.

Remember the instructions
of your employer.

Look upon at it as a little holiday.

I understand, sir.

You will write to Mr Hawkins
and your fiancée...

should you so wish.

Or have you already done so?

No, sir, I could find no
writing paper in my room.

There is some writing paper
here on the desk.

Please sit down.

Very, very thin.

The thinnest paper possible.

One can almost see through it.

- Yes, indeed.
- Yes indeed.

You will forgive me
but I have many things to attend to

before I set sail for England.

I must go now.

By the way,

do not under any circumstances
sleep in this room, please.

Very well, sir.

Good.

Until tomorrow, then.

Whitby?

(Strains)

0hh. 0h, Mina. Mina.

Am I... Am I going mad?

I don't understand it, Mr Hawkins.

It's so unlike Jonathan.

"Everything is going very well.

"I am very well."

Nothing about his journey
or what happened. Nothing.

Much the same story in mine, my dear,

and I must say, I find it very surprising
that he needs to stay a month.

A month? 0h, no.

"The Count has requested me
to remain one month.

"And as it's your wish that I
should do everything to accommodate him,

"I have naturally agreed."

0h, what are we going to do?

Well, if I hear anything more,
I'll certainly let you know.

0h, yes. Yes, of course.

0h, we shall be going to our house in Whitby
for the summer at the end of the week.

I'll keep in touch
with you, my dear.

Thank you.

41, 42, 43, 44, 45,
46, 47, 48, 49, 50.

Ah. I've got to stop.

51, 52, 53, 54, 55,
56, 57, 58, 59, 60.

61, 62, 63, 64, 65,
66, 67, 68, 69, 70.

71, 72, 73...

(Sighing)

It's just like old
times, isn't it?

When we all came here
for the school holidays.

Same old mugs for hot chocolate.

Well, darling, it was one of the few things
that stopped you walking in your sleep.

I haven't done that for a long time.

No, we just got into the
habit of drinking hot chocolate.

And you must get into the habit
of going to bed earlier, Mummy.

You know what Dr Seward said.

0h, doctors.

All the same.

I think I shall turn in.

Though mind you, I feel
a great deal better.

Good night, Mummy.

Child.

- Good night, Mina.
- Good night, Mummy.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Are you really worried about Jonathan?

Wouldn't you be?

Poor Mina.

You're so much in love,

and you really don't
understand men at all.

You do, I suppose.

Well, I've been longing to tell you.

I've had two proposals of marriage.

I know about Dr Seward.

- And Quincey.
- Quincey?

Quincey P Holmwood.

He's a very handsome
American boy from Texas,

and he's something high up
in the embassy in London.

Where did you meet him?

0h, that's the embarrassing bit.

John Seward introduced us.

Lucy. Which one are you going to marry?

I'm really not quite sure.

0h, why can't a woman marry two men?

Or at least as many as want her?

Save all this trouble.

0h, you really are impossible.

Dear John, I think it will be Quincey.

Good night, Mina.

Good night.

And I shouldn't
worry about Jonathan.

If I know anything about men,

he will be having a lovely time
with that Count of his.

With deeds and torts and searches,
all washed down with local wine.

It's not
Jonathan's style at all.

I was only joking.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

(M/na, d/storted) Wr/te often?
Wr/te... Wr/te often?

(Jonathan) Every
day, M/na. I prom/se.

(Laughter)

(M/na) And I prom/se to study
my shorthand.

(Jonathan) Every day, M/na.

For my dearest...

Just a moment's not/ce...

Every day.

(Laughter)

(Laughter /ntens/f/es)

Go on. You can go first.

Me? First?

0ui, you have the right.

Hmm.

He's young and strong.

(M/na) When we're marr/ed...
marr/ed. When we're marr/ed.

(Jonathan) Oh, my
dearest, I hate to go away I/ke th/s.

I prom/se to study my shorthand,

so that I'll be able to do your
letters when we're marr/ed.

(Giggles)

Marr/ed. When we're marr/ed.

- And you'll wr/te often?
- Every day, M/na. I prom/se.

And you w/ll wr/te often?
Wr/te often?

And you w/ll wr/te often?

(Laugh/ng and moan/ng)

Don't touch him.

(Distorted) Any of you.

Don't look at him. Leave him.

Back. Back.

You never loved me.

You never loved.

You never love.

0h, yes, I have.

Come.

(Giggling)

Shh. I need him for a while.

And then you shall have him.

He will be yours. All yours.

(M/na) When we're marr/ed.

(Jonathan) Just
a moment's not/ce.

Now, go.

I must awaken him.

And tonight, you can give us nothing?

Nothing?

(Giggling)

(Men singing, distant)

(Whistles)

I expect you are anxious
to return to England?

I should like to start back soon.
It's true.

Very well.

Write a letter to your friend

saying that you have already left the
castle and have arrived at Bistritz,

where you are awaiting the weekly express.

- May I ask with what object, sir?
- The posts are few and uncertain.

Writing now will ease the minds
of Mr Hawkins and your fiancée.

Count Dracula?

Yes.

I've been struck by a curious fact.

Yes?

I've not seen a single servant
since I've been here,

yet my meals are served, my bed is made.

Tell me, are we alone in the castle?

Alone? How could one be
alone in this castle?

In its most remote corners, the past,
the living past is present, surrounding us.

That does not answer
my question, sir.

I've been here for three weeks, and I
have not once stepped outside the castle.

I would gladly have shown
you the countryside

if you had expressed
a wish to do so.

When would we have gone?
In the dead of night?

I've never set eyes
on you during the day.

I have a large estate to manage.

Nor have I seen you eat.

I eat alone.

And who would have driven the coach?

My driver.

You are lying, Count Dracula!

You are losing your temper, Mr Harker.

Who took me back to my room last night?

Back to your room?
What do you mean?

I slept by mistake in the library.

I witnessed a... a nightmare
and woke up in my bed.

How did I get there?

Am I to be held responsible
for a vivid imagination?

Now you tell me to write a letter saying that
I've already left the castle. Why?

You're keeping me here
against my will! Why?!

To improve my English, Mr Harker,

as you very well know.

But if you wish to go,
by the time you pack your portmanteau,

my driver will be waiting for you

to take you wherever you wish.

(Howling)

(Barking)

Count, you're playing cat and mouse with me.
I want to know the reason why.

You do not trust me?

No, I don't.

And trust is essential
in human relationships.

0h, two Slovaks have given me this.
It is full of strange hieroglyphics.

Have a look at it.
It might amuse you.

And do not forget to write
that letter as I told you.

(Insect buzzing)

No!

(Buzzing)

(Buzzing stops)

Good evening, Mr Renfield.

Ah, yes.

Doctor.

Do come in.

See what I have here.

Yes.

That's a fine collection of flies.

When I have sufficient,
I shall start collecting spiders.

To eat the flies?

Exactly.

Well, should you use most of the food
meant for you to attract insects?

I shall be compensated.

Well, I very much hope so.

(Buzzing)

Master? Master?

Are you coming soon?

0pen this door!

0pen this door!

0pen this door!

(Grunting)

No.

No. To England.

Never.

0h. Aah!

(Woman) Lucy!

Lucy! Lucy!

Perhaps we should
be getting back now, Lucy?

See if the evening post
has arrived, I suppose.

0oh.

I don't know what it is, but I have
the most uneasy feeling about Jonathan.

He said he'd write every day.

Afternoon, Miss Mina, Miss Lucy.

Afternoon, Mr Swales.

Still sitting among the tombstones?

Do you know what lies was
wrote on 'em?

Ha ha ha! Look here.

"Sacred to the
memory of George Cannon.

"Falling off the cliffs of Whitby.

"Erected by his sorrowing mother
to her dearly beloved son."

(Laughs)

Really, Mr Swales.
I don't see anything funny in that.

Course you don't.
Cos you don't know.

You don't know his mother was a hell
cat who hated him because he was a hunchback.

(Chuckling)

Young Cannon committed suicide

rather than she get an insurance
she put on his life.

He stood on the edge of this cliff...

and he blew his brains out.

Heh heh! So of course he fell over.

(Laughs)

Now, there's a
dangerous sight for ya.

Dangerous?

The sky. There's a wind coming up.

Them clouds.

I've seen it all 'afore.

There's a storm
coming up over the horizon.

I've seen it 'afore.

I best get home and put up me shutters.

My service to you, ladies.

What a funny old man.

Scary in a way.

0h, I don't think so, darling.
Just eccentric.

He needs to have an audience.

Perhaps he's right.

Look at that cloud.

(Thunder)

I've never seen such a storm.
It's quite frightening.

I love lightning.

I always think something exciting's
going to happen.

- 0oh, look!
- What?

I thought I saw a ship.

Where?

Quite close to the rocks. Wait. Wait.

- There!
- 0h, yes, I saw it.

- It's heading straight for the rocks.
- 0h, how terrible!

(Wood creaking)

"one of the puzzling aftermaths
of last night's storm

"was the discovery early in the morning of
the well-known figure of Skipper Swales."

What?

"His body was lying on a gravestone
underneath a bench."

0ur bench!

"He'd been savaged by a dog."

0h, no.

"It is evident from the ship's
log that the crew had convinced themselves

"that a strange man
was haunting the ship.

"Some took to the boats.
The remainder jumped overboard.

"It was then that the Captain
lashed himself to the helms."

- Isn't it exciting?
- I think I'd call it tragic.

0h, that, of course, but exciting, too.

And frightening.

"Among the ship's cargo
is a number of great wooden boxes

"filled with mould and consigned
to a Whitby solicitor

"who took possession of them
formally this morning."

But Whitby's such a quiet
little place as a rule.

The post!

I think it's too bad of Jonathan
not to write her a proper letter.

I don't know what young people
are coming to.

Mummy, there may be
all sorts of reasons

and letters do go astray.

Especially from abroad.

Well, I can't help feeling
there's something wrong.

- There's three for Mummy.
- Thank you, darling.

One for you, Lucy.

I've got one from Mr Hawkins.

It's from Quincey!

He's coming down for the weekend.

0h, good. That'll
be nice for you, dear.

Mina?

It's nothing really.

Mr Hawkins has had a letter from Jonathan.

What does it say?

That he's on his way home and he's
waiting for the express at Bistritz.

Well, when does he leave?

June the 18th.

But he should have been home weeks ago.

Lucy? Whatever's wrong?

(Growling)

Lucy?

(Man and woman moaning)

Lucy!

Lucy!

Ah!

Lucy! Lucy. Lucy.

0h!

No, wake up!

(Groaning)

Wake up now, Lucy!

Wake up!

What am I doing here?

You've been sleepwalking, darling.

It's all right.

I'm going to take you home.

It's all right.

Stand up. Let me fasten this.

Good girl.

All right.

Come on, Lucy. Let's go home now.

You're in the warm
now, it's all right.

Mina, please, you must promise.

0h, Lucy, don't you think that...

No, no, no.

Please.

You know...

You know Mummy's ill.

It would only worry her.

Don't tell her.

Very well, dearest.

I promise.

Come on, let's get
you to bed properly now.

Take off your shawl.

0h, you're cold.

0h, dear, how careless of me.

What is it?

0h, when I fastened the brooch,
I must have pricked you.

I didn't feel anything.

Why aren't you
eating anything, darling?

0h, don't fuss, Mother.

But you look so pale.

Doesn't she look pale, Quincey?

Mm-hm. She sure does.

Well, to tell you the truth,
I do have rather a headache.

It must be the excitement
of seeing Quincey again.

Whoa there, little lady.

I sure hope that ain't the effect
I'll always have on you.

(Laughter)

Why don't you go to bed, darling?

Yes, I think I will, if nobody minds.

That's a sensible girl.
Good night, darling.

Good night, Mother.

Well, good night, sweetheart.

I sure hope you feel better
in the morning.

I'm sure I will.

Tomorrow, we'll go sailing
and we'll have a lovely time.

Sure.

Good night.

0h, Quincey. I can't tell
you how worried we've been.

One day, so...
so happy and full of life.

The next, so white and...
0h, I don't know.

Well, isn't it
time she saw a doctor?

Yes. I think we should
go back to London at once.

You wouldn't mind,
darling, would you?

No, no, of course not.

And then Jack Seward could
take a look at her.

That's just what I thought.

Well, Mina, it's
such a lovely evening.

Why don't you and Quincey
stroll down to the promenade?

Well, I wonder if the American consulate
in Budapest

can help find out where
Jonathan's gotten to.

- 0h, Quin, do you think they could?
- Well, it's won'th a try.

See, they can start
by making inquiries at Bistritz.

Isn't that where
you last heard from him?

Yes, it is. I would appreciate it.
I'm so worried.

Well, I'll cable them
just as soon as I get back to London.

0h, thank you.

0hh. Shall we go back now?

Well, I guess it is turning a bit blowy.

Let's go.

Yes.

(Moaning)

(Gasping)

Lucy?

Sweet.

What is it?

0hh. 0h, there you are.

Yes. Yes, dearest.

Must have been dreaming.

Yes, darling.

Tell me about it in the morning.

I shan't remember it
in the morning.

There was something tall...

with dark red eyes...

and there was something sweet in the air...

and yet very bitter.

And then my soul
seemed to go out of my body...

and float about the room.

And then... you came
and tucked me up in bed.

But I saw you do it... before I felt it.

Isn't that funny?

Did Quin come into your dream?

Quin?

Quin?

Quincey, Lucy.

The man you're going to marry.

Quincey.

0h, no.

I don't think it was Quincey.

- Bowles?
- Sir?

Do you have any idea what the
devil's going on over there?

What, at Carfax, sir?

Yes. They've been
at that all afternoon.

(Bowles) They're
ruddy heavy, them boxes.

What the devil's in them?

I mean, I could understand if they
were moving in furniture but these...

Didn't a foreign gentleman
buy that old place, sir?

The one that young Mr Jonathan
went abroad to see?

Yes.

I tell you who's fascinated
by the whole thing, sir.

0h, who?

Renfield.

Really?

It's time for the
afternoon rounds, sir.

Yes, of course.

If a bird eats 50 spiders and every spider
eats 50 flies, and each fly is a life,

how many lives has that bird...
50 times 50...

Hello, Mr Renfield.

How's the experiment going?

Flies, spiders, birds. Flies, spiders, birds.
Flies, spiders, birds. Flies, spiders, birds...

Yes, I see. Yes.

Tell me, how did you manage to catch them?

They were sent to me.

- By whom?
- I'm not at liberty to disclose that.

I see the spiders have managed to get rid
of most of the flies.

Naturally.

- Um, Dr Seward?
- Yes.

May I have a kitten?

(Buzzing)

(Buzzing stops)

0hh.

0h, come on, mate. We can't have that.
Come on, spit it out. Come on, spit it out.

Why?

It is very wholesome.

It is for a rich, strong life.
It will give life to me!

Leave him, Bowles. Leave him.

(Cries)

A kitten, please?

Dr Seward, please? Please?

(Seward) Come and sit down. Sit down.

0h.

I don't think it's
advisable, Mr Renfield.

Not... Not just at the moment.

Now, Mr Renfield?

Mr Renfield?

I'm going to give you an opiate.
I hope you'll drink it.

Of course I will, Doctor.

I know you are my friend.

I will do whatever you tell me.

Thank you.

Bowles will bring it along shortly.

(Crying)

(Clicking)

Dinner time.

My pretties.

(Clicking)

(Piano playing)

0h, Mr Hawkins, you're smiling.

It's good news?

Yes, yes. Jonathan is safe.

And he's on his way home?

No, my dear. He's in Budapest.

I've had a message from
the American consulate there.

Yes, yes, that was Quin's doing, but
couldn't Jonathan have written himself?

He's been quite ill, my dear.

He's in hospital.

Hospital? What's been the matter?

Some terrible breakdown, it appears.

I must go to him.

I've already taken the liberty
of making your travel arrangements.

I'm having the tickets
sent here by messenger.

Now, God protect you, my dear.

And a safe journey.

0h, I must go and tell Mother straightaway.

Then I must pack.

Yes, yes, must pack and I...

Thank you, Mr Hawkins.

Thank you. Thank you.

(Crying)

I hear that Mina's found
her long-lost Jonathan?

Well now, nearly finished.

Look up for me.

Up at the ceiling.

Uh-huh.

And the hand?

There. All over. Quite painless.

Is there anything really
wrong with me, John?

Not so far as I can make out.

There are none of the usual symptoms
of anaemia.

Will you tell Mother and Quincey that?

They're so worried.

Yes, I certainly shall.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming all this way.

My dear Lucy.

You don't know how glad
I always am to see you.

Good night, John.

I'm going to seek a second opinion.

But why, Jack?
We all have complete faith in you.

0h, thank you, Quincey. But there are certain
illnesses that lie outside my province.

What do you suggest?

I think I can persuade my old professor
to come over from Amsterdam.

Not only is he a good friend,
he's also a brilliant diagnostician

and a specialist in obscure diseases.

Good.

- Goodbye, Mrs Westenra.
- Goodbye, John.

Don't worry. Goodbye, Quincey.

- Goodbye, Jack.
- The post office, please. Quickly.