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(Knock on door)

Lucy, may I present
Professor van Helsing.

May I say how honoured I am at meeting a
young miss who is loved by so many people.

Thank you.

And this is Mr Holmwood.

Ah, yes, the fortunate groom to be.

Professor.

It is love that makes the world go round
and like most, er, most, er...

- Clichés.
- It is true.

One thing strikes me very forcibly,

there are less smuts in London
than when I was here last.

(Chuckling)

0h, Professor you make
me feel better already.

You see. That terrible Dr Seward.

He says you're ghastly pale.

How can he know anything of young ladies?

0h, you mustn't be
unkind about dear John.

You're quite right, Miss Westenra.
He has kindly given me shelter in his asylum,

but the young do not unburden themselves
to the young,

but to me, who is old,
I see many sorrows, the young ladies talk.

Lucy, I feel it
is my duty to warn you

against the blandishments
of Professor van Helsing.

Mrs Westenra, may I plead with you
to take these two young men downstairs.

0ffer them a glass
of sherry wine, perhaps.

Yes, of course. Come along, you two.

Young Miss Lucy and I want
to have a friendly chat. Do we not?

- Yes, Professor.
- Good.

So, we passed all the facts that we know.

No functional causes.

No history of anaemia
and so on and so forth.

But, of course, there is
a cause for everything.

For instance, I notice you keep
putting your hand to your throat. No?

Why do you do that?

Why do you wear that
velvet band around it?

It's the fashion, Professor,

and the buckle was given to me by Quincey.

- He must be happy when you wear it?
- Yes, he is.

But since he's not
here, you may take it off.

Of course.

You should not hide so lovely a neck.

Hmm.

How long ago was that?

Just a few weeks ago.

Did it hurt?

No.

Has it hurt since?

No, it hasn't.

How did it come to pass that your sister
was pinning a shawl around you?

It was chilly.

And?

I was walking in my sleep.

I see.

0h, well, that accounts for that.

And when you sleep, do you...
Do you have dreams?

0h, yes, and at the time they frighten me,

but in the morning
I can't remember anything.

Do you think you could be worried
about your forthcoming marriage?

0h, no.

I love Quincey very much.

Good. Now one last thing.

Would you allow me the liberty
of examining your teeth and throat?

Of course.

Good. Now...

Good.

Good.

There. Finished.

But I shall be back in a day or two
even if you are better,

so that I can be charmed all over again.

Au revoir.

Au revoir, Professor.

Would you like a drink?

No, no, no, no. Thank you.

After a single examination
I do not wish to diagnose.

There is some memory
stirring in my old brain.

When we return to your asylum, John,

we will telegraph Amsterdam
for certain of my books,

then we shall solve the mystery.

We certainly shall.

In the meantime, let me know at once
if there is any change.

Yes.

(Squeaking)

(Groaning)

- Quincey.
- How is she?

She must have a transfusion of blood.

Then I shall give it.

I'd give the last drop
of my blood for Lucy.

I do not ask as much as that,
but yes, let us prepare.

Coat off, sleeve rolled up.

(Groaning)

Now, little lady, here
is your medicine. Sit.

I lift you so that you
may swallow easily.

Come now.

Drink up like a good child.

(Groaning weakly)

- Good evening.
- Hmm?

(Groaning)

Master.

What do you offer me?

More insects.

With steel and sapphire on their wings.

Yes, yes.

Moths with skull and crossbones
on their wings.

- 0h! Yes, yes.
- Blood.

- Now...
- Yes.

Life. Years of life.

Yes, yes. Lord and master.

Give me eternal life.

0oh.

Mmm...

(Rattling)

- Lights.
- Hmm?

Where's the doctor?

Well, he's not here tonight.

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

One more! (Whistles)

(Panting)

One more!

Fetch a straight waistcoat!

(Grunting)

Fetch a bandage! He's cut my wrist!

Blood is the life. Blood is the life.
Blood is the life. Blood is the life...

Blood is the life. Blood is the life.

And I shall live forever,
I shall live forever.

I shall live forever,
I shall live forever.

Yes, I agree, using garlic
seems like nonsense,

but I sense something evil
and I must try everything to combat it.

Evil will not disappear
simply because we disapprove of it.

But what is the evil?

I believe there is
a monster in our midst.

Who it is, or where it comes from,

or what form it takes, I know not.

But of one thing I am certain,
we must find out.

Even then, heaven knows
if we are in time to stop it.

Now, these are for you, Miss Lucy.

For me?

Yes, but they are not for you to play with.

They are medicine.

0oh, do I have to eat them?

0h, no, no, no. Do not make a face.

They are not for you
to take in a decoction.

This pretty little necklace, for instance,

is for you to wear around your neck
to help you to sleep.

Like the lotus flower, it will make
your troubles forgotten.

Why, sir, you must be putting
a joke on me.

These flowers are nothing
but common garlic.

I do not joke! There is purpose in all I do
and I must warn you,

do not thwart me.

Take care for the sake of others
if not for yourself.

I'm sorry.

0h, my dear little Miss
Lucy, please forgive me.

There may be much virtue
in so common a flower.

Now, ah, good, John.

Now we take some more...

and we repeat the process around...

carefully the keyhole and all around the...

all the way around the door, um...

- Jamb.
- Jamb? Really?

0h, very well.

The jamb of the door.

Thank you so much.

Is it...?

Is it what, Miss Lucy?

Is it some sort of spell?

Er, a spell, yes, perhaps...

perhaps it is no more than that.

0h, and take care not to disturb
your pretty little necklace.

Eh? And even if the room feels very close,

do not on any account open
the window or the door

once you have finally
retired for the night.

- You understand?
- Promise.

- Good. Have you finished, John?
- I think so.

- Good. And under here?
- 0h, no.

I don't think we should say anything to
Lucy's mother about what we are doing.

It will only make her more anxious.

I agree.

And to any questions, answer,
"doctor's orders."

Very well.

So, tonight we can sleep in peace

and tomorrow young John and I
will come to see if my spell has worked.

Good night.

Good night, Lucy.

Don't leave me!

My dear, it'll be all right.

We must trust the doctor.

Good night.

(Tapping)

(Groaning)

Come on, come on.

Come to Mummy.

(Humming)

(Lucy groaning)

(Gasps)

(Glass shatters)

(Growling)

Mother, what is it?

(Screams)

- Mother!
- (Growling)

Mother!

0h, no! 0h, no!

(Crying) 0h, no!

(Birds twittering)

Poor girl.

The struggle is proving
too much for her.

Yes, I wish she hadn't insisted
on going to the funeral.

It upset her.

What could have happened
to make Mrs Westenra die of shock?

We shall probably never know.

John, look.

- What?
- Her throat.

Where are those marks that had been there
for nearly a month?

Good God, they're completely gone.

0vernight.

She's dying.

Go and fetch Quincey.

Yes. Yes, of course.

0h, Quincey. My love.

I'm so glad you've come.

No, no. Hold her by the hand.

It will comfort her more.

I've been to see the
house again, sweetheart.

It's gonna be all ready to move into
right after our honeymoon.

(Breathing heavily)

0h, Quincey.

0h, Quincey, my love.

I am so glad you've come.

Kiss me.

- Not on your life!
- What the...?

No, Quincey!

(Screaming)

0h, Professor.

My true friend.

God...

give him peace.

I swear it, my dear young miss.

Come, Quincey, take her by the hand.

Kiss her on the forehead but only once.

It is over. She's dead.

0h, God.

Why? Why?

0h, Quincey.

Come, come, Quincey, look at her.

Look at her well.

She doesn't look sick any more.

God is merciful.

She's at peace. It is the end.

Not so, alas.

It is only the beginning.

Isn't it wonderful
to be home again, my dearest?

There were months when I thought
I'd never see you or England again.

Won't Mummy and Lucy be surprised
when we tell them we're married.

Mm-hm. We start house-hunting right away.

Only Mina, promise me one thing.

- What, my darling?
- Promise me.

(Giggling) What?

Promise me that you will never,
as long as we live,

cook me paprika chicken.

That again? Nein, nein!

(Laughter)

Now, my good man, what do I owe you?

0h, my God!

Look, look!

It's only the cab driving away.

No, no, he took no money.
It... It's him. It's...

Jonathan, it's all right.

Don't worry now.

But you don't understand.

It was Count Dracula.

Yes, darling.

Let's go indoors.

0h, my God.

I thought I had imagined it all.

(Sobbing)

There was just no way of letting you know
how ill she'd become.

When was the funeral?

The day before yesterday.

Such terrible homecoming,
my dear young people.

You must believe
we did everything we could.

Dr Seward and I have an assignation.

We must take our leave.

(Sobbing)

Get the candles, John.
Please light them.

What are you doing?

As you see.

And then?

Cut off her head.

What? Mutilate her body?

Why? It's monstrous.

Friend John, I know you loved her,

but there are certain things of which
you have little knowledge.

I do nothing without good cause.

The body's not there.

That is good logic as far as it goes.

Come.

Now... I will tell you what I believe

and then we must speak with Quincey.

Body snatchers.

- The key to the vault.
- No, no, no, no, no. Try again, young friend.

- John, look.
- Good Lord.

Hello.

Well, now, what have we here? Hm?

I've been with a blueful lady.

Blue... Blueful?

- Bluef...?
- Do you mean beautiful perhaps? Do you?

Yes.

Don't you think it is time
that you were at home?

Yes.

Good. What have you got there?

0h, for me? Thank you. Good.

Well, now. Up you come and off we go.

My, my, what a handsome
young man you are.

I've been with a blueful lady.

Yes? Ah.

My God.

0h, my God.

0h, no.

0h, no.

Not so soon.

First I must ask you,
are you willing to believe

what John Seward
and myself have told you?

I'm sorry, Professor.
I reckon I find it impossible.

The wounds on the throat of that child,
do they suggest nothing to you

concerning the death of Miss Lucy?

Are you saying that those small holes
in the child's throat

were made in the same way as Lucy's?

Alas, no. I am not.

Well, what in Pete's
name are you saying?

They were made by Miss Lucy.

You're insane.

She has already joined
the ranks of the undead.

The undead?

The Nosferatu.

The walking dead.

Those who cannot die,
who are cursed with immortality,

who must go on age after age
adding new victims,

multiplying the evils of the world.

You see, Quincey,
she became the prey of a vampire.

She is now a vampire herself.

And now I must tell you the terrible thing
I propose to do.

No. Now, Quincey, you take this.

- 0K, Professor.
- And...

- Look!
- (Growling)

(Thunder crashes)

(Screaming)

God, no. That can't be Lucy.

Not your Lucy, my friend. No.

(Growling and screaming)

Come to me, Quincey.

Come, my love.

Leave these others,

and we can rest together for eternity.

No!

(Screaming)

Answer me, friend, Quincey,

am I to proceed with my work?

(Anguished screaming)

It is dawn. We can begin our work.

John, the bags.

John.

John, please. Thank you.

Thank you, Quincey.

When this undead lady
becomes truly dead,

then her soul shall again be free

and she shall take
her place among the angels.

So, John.

Thank you.

It will be a blessed hand
that shall strike the blows.

No.

Brave young friend.

A moment's courage and it is done.

So, place the point over the heart.

Like so. Take the stake
in your left hand...

take the hammer
in your right hand...

and when I begin to read
the prayer for the dead,

strike in God's name...

so that the undead shall pass away.

(Speaking Latin)

(Screaming)

It is done.

Quincey, it's all over.
It's all over.

All right, Jack.

Good.

Come, Quincey.

Let me show you something.

Lucy... No longer is she the devil's
undead, but God's true dead.

Your soul this with him.

John, take Quincey back to the house.
Give him a stiff brandy, make him rest.

I shall complete the exorcism
and we shall all meet tomorrow.

Come, Quincey.

So, there is no doubt in any of our minds

that Mr Jonathan's journal and Madame
Mina's account of our summer days in Whitby

prove that Count Dracula
is a vampire and in this country?

No doubt at all.

Good. Your journey to Whitby,
was it rewarding?

I think so.

I spoke to the harbour master,
the local solicitor.

50 boxes of earth were brought ashore
from the wreck and delivered to Carfax.

I don't grasp the significance
of these boxes or the earth.

It is only on earth that has once been
consecrated, once been, er...

- Hallowed?
- Exactly. Thank you.

Earth that has once been hallowed
that a vampire can first seek sanctuary.

And where does this earth come from?

From the graves of Castle Dracula.

From the Count's ancestors.

From his children, his children's children.
All hallowed grounds in the eyes of God.

And we must stamp out
this terrible and mysterious enemy.

Do we fight?

What say you?

I answer for Mina and myself.

You can count me in, Professor.

I will do whatever I can, of course.

(Buzzing)

(Buzzing stops)

Little fly, by summer's play,

my thoughtless hand hath brushed away.

Am not I a fly like thee?

Art not thou a man like me?

For I dance and drink and sing...

till some blind hand shall brush my wing.

Mr Renfield.

Mr Renfield, I'd like to
introduce you to Mrs Harker.

Good evening.

How do you do?

You're the doctor,
you're the lady.

I myself am an instance of a man
who once held a strange belief.

Indeed, Mr Renfield? What was that?

I used to fancy that by consuming
a multitude of living things,

I could prolong life indefinitely.

- Isn't that so, Doctor?
- That is so, Mr Renfield.

And do you no longer hold that belief?

0oh, I have some advice
on the subject of Madame Mina.

Jonathan.

Her help has been all important,

but now she must have no more
to do with this terrible affair.

The risk is too great. She is too precious.

And we men will act all the more free
knowing that she is not in danger.

Very well, I'll take her back
to Hampstead and then return here.

We'll use the skeleton keys,
operate on this lock.

It appears the Count has a penchant
for stacking his boxes in holy places.

Jonathan, you know layout of the house.
Is there a chapel?

- Yes, there is.
- Good. Then lead us to it.

(Speaking Latin)

(Coughing)

- God in heaven.
- The stench!

(Coughing)

Sickening.

Let's try this.

Every breath exhaled by that monster
clings to the place.

- Look.
- Yes.

Come, quick.

We will open the boxes one by one,
and I will sterilise the earth.

How, Professor?

With this. Consecrated host.

I have permission.

With particles of the host,
I shall sterilise the boxes,

sanctify them so that never
more can he lie in them.

Come, Quincey, open the bag.

Get to work, quickly.

(Squeaking)

(Hisses) Yah!

All right.

- My God, look!
- What is it?

- Where?
- There, in the corner.

(Dog barking, distant)

Jonathan?

You are so young.

So lovely.

So, after our visit last night
to the Carfax house,

at least we know that
29 boxes out of the 50

have been sanctified
and rendered harmless.

The Count can no longer find refuge there.

But... where are the 21 boxes
that have been removed?

Sorry I'm late.

Poor Mina's not feeling very well.

I told her to stay in bed for a while.

John, Mina's very anxious

to speak with your patient Renfield again.

She thinks that there might a link
between him and the Count,

that he may talk to her openly.

What do you think, Professor?

I don't know.

I don't know.
It might work. It might help.

0h, thank you.

She felt the evening
might be the most rewarding time.

Very well, I'll arrange it.

0h, good.

Say, listen, everybody.

I've got in touch
with Can'ter Patterson.

They tell me they picked up those 21 boxes
from Carfax

and delivered them
to an address in Mayfair.

It's 21a Chesterfield Close.

Mayfair! Well done, young Quincey.
Well done.

That shall be our next port of call.

And now...

how about a nice cup of cocoa?

Thank you, Professor.

There's a young lady
to see you, Mr Renfield.

I'll be nearby when
you're ready to leave, Miss.

If you take my meaning.

Thank you.

Good evening, Mr Renfield.

Who are you?

I'm Mrs Harker. We spoke yesterday.

Where?

In the garden. I was with Dr Seward.

I was interested in what you were saying
about eternal life.

You look different today.

Do I?

Quite different.

Tell me, then, more about your theories.

Flies and spiders and so on.

The wings of a fly are typical of the
aerial powers of the psychic faculties.

Yes, I can see the analogy.

The ancients did well to typify
the soul as a butterfly.

Are you interested in souls, Mr Renfield?

Of course I'm not!

Life is all I want.

But doesn't each
life possess a soul?

What?

Even a fly and the sparrow?

Can one take a life
without being responsible for the soul?

Why do you go on about souls?

I don't want to know about souls.

I had a terrible dream last night.

You're trying to confuse me.

Mr Renfield, will you help me?

Why?

I feel we understand each other.

In this dream I had,

dogs were barking on the heath.

I thought I heard
you shouting, protesting.

I didn't understand
what you were saying.

I dreamt that my life was being
slowly drained away

and that when I had no more blood,

my soul would never find peace.

Your soul?

Yes.

What do you think, Mr Renfield?

That in some way
I could have been so sinful

that I must spend my
afterlife in purgatory?

I pray God I may never see
your sweet face again.

May He bless you and keep you.

Be gone.

Goodbye, Mr Renfield.

Dr Seward.

Thank you, Bowles.

Dr Seward! Dr Seward!

You must let me go at once from here.

Go, Mr Renfield? But why?

Now, this very hour.

Let them take me in a straight waistcoat.

Manacled. Leg-ironed.

Even to prison! Let me go!

Is it something Mrs Harker said
that's upset you?

If I were free, I shouldn't
hesitate a moment to tell you,

but I'm not my own master.
Let me go. Let me go.

Let me go. Let me go.
Let me go. Let me go...

I'm afraid we shall have to
wait until the morning to discuss it.

I'm not a lunatic in a mad fit.

I'm a sane man
fighting for his freedom.

Now, come, Mr Renfield.
No more of this. Come.

I want you to go to your room.
Try to behave more discreetly.

Dr Seward...

I trust you'll do me the honour
to remember

that when this night is out,
I did what I could to convince you.

Renfield.

(Sobbing)

I could have been so sinful

that I must spend my
afterlife in purgatory.

Why did you refuse
what I have sent you?

I do not want you here.

Why?

If thought is life
and strength and breath

and the want of thought is death,

then am I a happy fly...

if I live or if I die?

You should be overjoyed
by what I have sent you.

You've sent me nothing.

(Echoing) Look at me. Look at me.

I have sent you a human being.

A living person.

She's initiated.

Take from her and give to her.

The two of you will live forever.

God give me strength.

Aah!

He has previously shown
the same growing excitement

as, for example, when he asked for a kitten.
This excite...

(Renfield screaming)

I would not send her soul to purgatory.

Whose? Whose?

He has started...

with Mrs Harker.

0h, God, Mina.

Go to her. Go to her.

Go to her.

0h, my God.

Take my soul to your bosom.

(Gurgling)

Bowles, get my carriage.

- Yes, sir.
- Quickly!

We must get to Hampstead.

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Wake up. Wake up, Jonathan.

Your husband will not awake.

I need your blood.

I need.

(Moans)

Please, please...

do not help these men
to fight against me.

They are superstitious fools.

They've been losing for 2,000 years.

Do you know the significance of the kiss?

You are nourishment to me.

Blood of my blood.
Flesh of my flesh.

My beautiful wine press.

We shall cross land
and sea together.

Land and sea.

Come.

Come.

Take from me. Take.

Drink. Drink, drink.

Life. Life.

Drink. Drink.

Drink. Drink.

Fools.

Fools!

(Laughs)

(Grunting)

What's the matter?

(Gasping) Jonathan.

No! No!

- What's happened?
- Unclean, unclean!

Professor, what are
you doing in here? John!

The Count has been here.

Why didn't you wake me?

I tried! I tried!

- Mina, that blood.
- Yes.

No, don't touch me!

I mustn't touch you!

I mustn't kiss you!

Madame Mina, have no fear.
God will protect you.

And we shall now invoke His help
by touching your forehead...

with the holy Eucharist.

(Speaking Latin)

(Screaming)

Unclean.

Even the Almighty shuns me.

(Sobbing)

- Professor?
- Ah, thank you.

My books tell me that
he was an extraordinary man.

A soldier, a cunning statesman,

no branch of study
was too difficult for him.

And the power of his brain
has survived his death.

(Speaking Latin)

Amen.

But he shall not escape.

We shall corner him,

and we shall drive the stake
through his heart.

I pray God that I may do the deed.

God will act in His own way,
and in His own time.

(Speaking Latin)

Yes, it always sounds more convincing
in Latin, Professor, doesn't it?

You give an order to retreat.

We guard ourselves from your touch.

Using a cross as a talisman?

An instrument of torture and humiliation.

A symbol of trouble and trial
by which our Christian faith is tested.

You seek to destroy me. Why?

Because of what you are
and what you've done.

We must survive. All of us.

The blood of a human for me,
a cooked bird for you.

Where is the difference?

The difference between good and evil.

I am bound to this earth.
I make it my domain.

You will die in a miserable allotted span.

I have centuries before me.

Why in God's name
did you ever leave your castle?

We must recruit disciples
just as your leader has done.

You shall not capture any more souls.

Souls? (Chuckles)

There is no blood to drink from souls.
If there be such things.

We are pledged to rid the world of you.

It will not be easy.

I do not die like the bee
when I sting once.

I become stronger.

Vampires are nourishment to one another.

Beautiful, fundamental nourishment...

and your wife, Mr Harker,

is mine already.

Do you think you will leave me
with no place to rest?

(Thunder)

I know that you must fight,
but it must not be a fight of hate.

That poor soul who's brought about
all this misery is the saddest one of all.

Mina, how can you say such things?

If I could send his soul
to burning hell forever, I would.

Hush, Jonathan.

You must be pitiful to him,

just as someday you may have
to be pitiful to me.

Also...

I believe the Count
can somehow force me

to tell him what I know
and be in league against you.

- I don't believe that.
- No?

Do you think that I don't
look at myself in the mirror?

0h, dearest, don't.

Yes, yes, we must face facts,
however unpleasant.

Tell me, how many boxes
did you find at Bermondsey?

Eight.

- And Mile End?
- Four.

- And sanctified them all?
- Yes.

One box left.
Madame Mina, you are the wisest of us all.

So tell us, where do you
think the last box is?

There's only one place
he'd feel really safe.

Stop here. Stop, whoa.

We cannot be far
from our destination.

We will take the short cut.

Come on.

Madame Mina?

Yes, sir, Professor?

How did you know this is the short cut
to Castle Dracula?

From Jonathan's account
of his journey, of course.

0h, yes. Yes, of course.

Your meal is ready,
Herr Professor.

Good. Good.

Splendid.

- Ah!
- Here you are.

Well, how charming.

Thank you.

0hh.

And yours, my dear little chef?

No, I have to confess
I was so hungry I've already eaten.

Ah.

Excuse me.

Mm. Perfect.

(Laughter echoing)

(Women grunting)

I'm cold.

I'm cold!

(Crying)

It is almost dawn.

Come to the fire,
Madame Mina, and get warm.

Come along. Come along.

I cannot!

Yes.

You are safe here.

It is for you, I fear.

For me?

None safer from them than me.

I, too, am their sister.

Come. Come with us, sister.

Come. Come with us.
Come... Come...

Come, sweet sister.

Come, sweet sister.
Come. Come with us.

Sweet sister. Come. Come with us.

Come, sweet sister. Come.

Come. Come with us.

(Growling)

(Screaming)

(Neighing)

(Thunder)

0hh. 0h, dear.

Thank you.

There's the sun.

Yes, thanks be to God.

Now, you can safely sleep, Madame Mina...

until the sun sinks again.

Where are you going, Herr Professor?

I have work to do at the castle.

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Grunting)

(Distant screaming)

No!

(Grunting)

Come on!

Come on, come on!

Jonathan, I think you should try upstream.

The hour has come, Madame Mina.

Are you afraid?

No, of course not.

I'm in your hands.

We are both of us in God's hands.

Ah!

(Neighing)

Ah!

(Grunting)

(Yells)

(Gunshot)

0h, Madame Mina, well done.

Madame Mina, quick. Quickly, come.

(Yelling)

Quincey!

Quincey! Were you hurt?

(Grunting)

Quincey?

Lie down. Lie down. Come on.

(Grunting)

Whoa, whoa, boy, whoa!

Quickly, quickly, John, the box.

Quickly, quickly, the sun has
but one more flicker, and it will be gone.

Ah!

Sunset.

(Screaming)

(Neighing)

Jonathan, wait.

Dust to dust.

Ashes to ashes.

Look, there's no more mark.

Jonathan. Is it really true?

It is true.

You have nothing more fear.

Thank you, God, for protecting us

and for all your mercies

and for choosing us
to be your instruments for good.

Amen.

(All) Amen.