All language subtitles for Dracula 2

- In such close quarters,

I feel compelled to introduce myself.

I'm Thomas renfield, esquire.

Solicitor from London.

-Ah, English!

Oh, my wife and I, we love the English!

Don't we, dear?

- Eh.

-Ahh!

- I confess I'm not accustomed
to these transylvanian roads.

Feeling a bit queasy.

- Queasy?

I tell driver to go slow.

Driver.

The sun is setting!

We must make the village before dark!

Quick!

- Ooh!

Faster, faster!

- Holten.

- Holten!

- Holten?

- Hold on, English!

- Ohh!

Aah!

-Yes, I quite understand.

Ohh!

I say, driver!

Can you slow up a bit?

- Thank you!

-Ah.

Whoa!

Thank you.

Oh, driver, don't take my luggage down.

I'm going on to volga pass tonight.

- Yes.

- What are you doing?

- Too dark.

I go no further.

From here on, you walk.

- You are going on tonight?

- Yes, I'm going to the castle.

The castle!

- Yes, I'm scheduled
to meet count Dracula.

- Dracula!

- Scheduled?

- Yes, I have business with the count.

- No, no, no!

You must not go!

- Why not?

- Because we people of
the mountains believe

vampires live at the castle.

- Vampires?

- Yes, they are the undead.

They rise from the coffins at night.

- Yes, yes.

They take the form of wolves or bats

and puncture the throats of
their victims with their teeth

and drink their blood.

- Well, surely that's just superstition.

Madame vosvonskaya is right.

- Please, my son, take this cross.

- Oh, no, thank you.

- Oh, take the cross.

Its holy love and spirit of goodness

will shield you from the lurking danger.

- Oh, no, no, no really.

No, thank you.

- Damn it!

Take the cross!

- Yes, of course, of course.

- That'll be 15 kopecks.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Well, if I have to
walk, I have to walk.

- No, don't go!

Please, I beg of you!

- But you don't understand.

I'm expected.

Well, ta!

Be strong!

- What?

Oh!

How do you do?

I'm Thomas renfield,
solicitor from London,

to see count Dracula?

Oh, my.

Oh, oh, dear.

Oh, no.

- Children of the night.

What a mess they make.

I am count...

Dracula.

- Are you hurt?

- I am perfectly fine.

It would take much more
than that to hurt me.

Come.

Come, renfield.

- Oh.

Oh my!

Oh, dear!

Renfield!

Don't dawdle!

- Be there in half a tick!

Yes.

Sorry, I was detained.

Uh, embarrassing, really.

I thought I saw you
walk through the web,

so I assumed I could.

Then I thought to myself,

well, perhaps I can go
around the other way.

But, no.

It's attached along the sides.

So I told myself, well...

- Renfield, I don't care.

And now, if you are not too
fatigued from your journey,

I'd like to discuss the
purchase of carfax Abbey.

- Yes, of course.

I have the papers right here.

- Ah, very good.

- Here they are.

Bit dusty, isn't it?

- Yes, I like it.

- Sign here.

And here.

There we are.

Yes, congratulations.

You are now the owner of carfax Abbey.

One copy for you, and one copy for me.

-Are you all right?

- Yes, just a paper cut.

Ohh!

Oh, dear.

Oh, don't worry.

I have a hankie here somewhere.

Let's see, where are we?

Oh, how stupid of me!

Oh!

It's worse than I thought.

I must've nipped a vessel.

My god!

What are you doing to the furniture?

What are you on about?

What's all this, then?

Who are you people?

I'll have you know that's
my knee you're straddling!

No, stop, stop it at once.

Oh, ha, no, no, this is wrong!

This is wrong!

This is wrong, do you hear me, wrong!

This is.

Wrong me, wrong me!

Wrong my brains out!

Oh, yes!

Oh yes!

What is going on here?

You think this makes me proud of you?

Now go, whilst I make him my slave.

And stop that!

So, renfield, do you feel better now?

You were having a nightmare.

- A nightmare?

But it was so real, so vivid.

Two voluptuous women, grinding, heaving!

How to describe it.

Have you ever been to Paris?

- Yes.

Let me show you an old
transylvanian method for relaxation.

Look into my eyes.

Your eyelids are getting heavy,

you feel the...

Renfield, you fell asleep too soon.

I have more to tell you.

Wake up.

Now, you are feeling drowsy.

What a simpleton.

Renfield!

Forget about sleeping!

Listen to me.

You hear only my voice.

From this moment on, you are my slave.

You will sacrifice
everything for my safety.

In return, I will give you lives.

Not big lives, insects, flies, spiders.

I have chartered a ship
to take us to england.

We will leave tomorrow evening.

I command you, watch over
the safety of my coffin.

- Yes, master!

Renfield!

Renfield!

- I'm coming, master!

Master, master!

Don't worry.

I'll help you!

I have you now, master!

You look poorly, master,
you're all dried out.

Here, you should have fluids.

- Yes, I agree.

I think I will start
with the first mate.

- Oh, it makes me so
happy to be at the opera.

I love this palace of art and beauty.

- Oh, yes, my dear.

The opera is astonishing.

The music is fraught with love, hate,

sensuality, and unbridled passion.

All the things in my life
I've managed to suppress.

- Sorry I'm late, my dear.

- We were worried, father.

- I'm sorry, sit, sit, sit, sit.

I was detained at my asylum.

The most extraordinary
lunatic was brought in today.

He was the only man found alive

on that schooner that
drifted into whitby harbor.

Absolutely bizarre.

- Hello, can I help you, sir?

- Yes, you may help me.

Dr. Seward is in the next box.

It is imperative that
I meet with him alone.

You will tell him there is a
message for him in the lobby.

- A message for Dr. Seward in the lobby.

- Good, now go.

- Message in the lobby for Dr. Seward.

- And you will remember
nothing of what I tell you.

- Extraordinary.

- Hello, can I help you, sir?

- Can I help you, sir?

What is the matter with you?

Why did you not tell him?

- About what?

- About the message.

- For whom?

- Never mind, I will tell him myself.

And for your miserable performance,
you will receive no tip.

- No tip?

- Oh, that you remember.

- Oh, look who's singing here.

- Excuse me.

Are you the Dr. Seward whose
sanitarium is in whitby?

- Why, yes.

- I have just purchased carfax Abbey,

and I understand it
adjoins your grounds.

- Quite so, quite so.

And, and you are?

- Oh, forgive me.

I am so renowned in my own country,

I sometimes forget to introduce myself.

I am count...

- Dr. Seward.

There is a message for you in the lobby.

Dear god, what a, oh, bother.

Excuse me.

- Dracula.

- Eh, how do you do, count Dracula?

Um, I'm Jonathan harker,
Dr. Seward's assistant.

This is Lucy westenra,
and this is my fiancee,

Dr. Seward's daughter, Mina.

- Count Dracula.

It will be a relief to
see lights burning

through those dismal windows
of carfax Abbey once again.

- Oh, yes!

The Abbey always reminds
me of that old toast.

You know, lofty timbers,
the walls around are bare,

echoing to our laughter, as
though the dead were there.

- I like the way you think, my dear.

Death is one of my favorite subjects.

We must get together and
have a long discussion.

Very long.

And now I take my leave.

I have a pressing appointment.

- Count Dracula?

- I am sorry, my dear, but you have

such a lovely ucipital mapillary.

What's that?

This.

- Oh, thank you.

-And now, I take my leave.

- There's something
otherworldly about that man.

He gives me the shivers.

- Oh, yes, me too.

Oh, count Dracula, wish we could

have that long, long talk right now.

- Oh, excuse us, my dear.

- Oh, Dr. Seward.

Jonathan!

Um, I was sleeping.

- Yes, uh, we're sorry,
dear, but we heard

a noise in the bushes below your window.

We thought perhaps
it might be a prowler.

- Yes.

Would you mind terribly
if we had a look about?

- Oh, no, please do.

- Well, nothing out here.

- Nothing amiss here, either.

Ah, what a relief.

I'm very confident there's
no danger here whatsoever.

Sorry to disturb you, dear.

We've searched every inch of the room,

and there's no sign of forcible entry.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Something wrong with this latch.

Not to worry.

I'll give it a jolly good slam!

Master!

- Renfield!

- I can't take it, can you take it?

The lights, the screaming,
the crazy faces staring at me.

I tell you, the walls
are closing in on me.

I've got to get out of here!

- Guard, get back to work!

- Yes, sir!

- Come along then, renfield.

You're going to have
tea with the governor.

- At last.

Now you'll see, Martin.

Dr. Seward will believe I'm not insane.

- I wouldn't bet me last shilling on it.

Let's go.

Stay.

Dr. Seward?

- Mr. Renfield is here.

- Oh, good.

Send him up, Martin.

- Oh, McManus, the
patient in the west wing?

Yes?

- He's having a conniption fit.

- Oh.

Give him an enema.

- An enema?

- Yes.

It'll give him a feeling
of accomplishment.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, renfield.

Good of you to come.

Nice to see you, old chap.

How are we feeling today?

- Normal.

Perfectly normal.

- Excellent, excellent, excellent.

- Yes.

Dr. Seward, may I ask why

I've been brought to the sanitarium?

- Oh, we would just like to
perform a few tests, that's all.

If you don't mind?

- No, not at all.

As you can see, I'm quite all right now.

- Quite so, quite so.

Oh, hungry?

- Famished.

- Help yourself.

- Yes, such a bounty.

- Yes.

I was just telling...

What was that?

- What?

You just grabbed
something from the table.

- I did not.

-Yes, you did, I saw you.

You put it in your mouth.

I think it was an insect.

- Oh, that was a raspberry.

- Raspberry?

We're not serving raspberries.

- It must have been a raisin.

Yes, it fell off the muffin.

There, seems to be one missing.

- It's missing, a raisin, of course.

Only a raisin.

- Yes.

- How extraordinary.

- How silly of me.

Must've been my imagination...

There, you did it again.

- What?

- You, you, you just
put a bug in your mouth.

I, I, I think it was a spider.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

- I did not.

- I tell you I saw you snatch a spider

right out of the air and eat it!

-A spider?

How absurd.

- What?

- Oh.

Dropped my fork.

- Dropped it?

You flung it.

What's the matter
with you, I don't under.

Mr. Renfield, what are
you doing down there?

What, what are you?

Fork found!

- This is most unseemly.

I don't think I...

- Sorry for the delay.

- My god, man.

You're eating insects
right from the ground.

- What makes you say that?

- Because I can see one trying
to get out of your mouth!

- Out of my mouth?

- Yes, out of your mouth.

Your very own mouth.

It's wriggling about!

Don't be ridiculous, wriggling?

- I'm not ridiculous at all!

It's wriggling all over the place!

Poor thing is fighting for its life!

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

If you insist on ranting like
this, I'm going to leave.

- Me ranting, you're the ranter!

- Hello, little darling.

Don't be afraid.

- Oh, he's cracking.

- I won't hurt you.

- Don't hurt me.

-All I want is your life!

Martin!

Martin!

Put him in a straitjacket
and give him an enema.

Wait!

Give him an enema first.

Then put him in a straitjacket.

- Yes, sir.

- Lives, lives!

- Oh, Lucy, you lazy girl.

It's past ten.

The horses are saddled and waiting.

- Oh, Mina, I don't think

I could put a foot out of bed today.

Had such horrid dreams.

I feel completely drained.

- Darling, you're dreadfully pale.

You look absolutely peaked.

Perhaps father should
have a look at you?

- Yes, perhaps.

- Father.

- It's Lucy.

- What's the matter with her?

- Well, I don't know.

She's frightfully pale and wan.

- Pale, wan?

I'd best have a look.

I've given you some laudanum, dear.

It'll help you sleep.

I see no sign of infection.

Are you sure you don't remember
where these marks came from?

- An insect?

Perhaps a spider?

Do you recall being bitten?

- No.

But I had a dream.

- Oh, yes?

What about that dream?

- I remember nothing.

- She's asleep.

I must confess, I'm
completely confounded.

I'm going to take the Liberty

of contacting professor
Abraham Van Helsing.

- Van Helsing?

I thought he was some sort of
metaphysician and philosopher?

- He's also a medical doctor,

knows more about obscure diseases
than anyone in the world.

He may be the only man who can help us.

- Oh, yes, contact him, father.

Contact him straightaway.

- Yes.

- Gentlemen, you are about to
observe your first autopsy.

It is not unusual for some
members of the freshmen class

to feel a bit faint
during this procedure.

So this is where we begin to separate

our future physicians from those

who just want to play doctor.

Now, first things first.

We uncover the corpse.

We make an incision from the groin,

to the upper chest cavity.

There.

Now, as I open the abdominal wall,

you will observe that the organs

have gone from a nice, healthy
pink to a disgusting green.

We must check the intestines
for pathological clues.

Here, pass it along.

Don't worry, there's
plenty to go around.

Well, no one seems to be standing.

- Hello!

I'm still standing,
professor Van Helsing.

- Ah, woodbridge, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Come closer, woodbridge.

Good for you.

Stout fellow.

Why don't we have a look at the brain?

Huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- First, we crack open the skull.

Behold the naked human brain.

Examine it.

So, a good morning's work.

Come!

- Oh, professor.

10 out of 10.

- Ja.

I still got it.

- Well, I have a message
for you from Dr. Seward.

- A message from Dr. Seward?

What does he say?

- He wants you to come
to whitby immediately.

It's an emergency.

- An emergency?

- Mm-hmm.

Yes, sir.

An emergency.

- Hmm.

- I am awake.

I am awake during the daytime?

What is happening?

I cannot be up during the daylight.

It must be the young
blood from miss Lucy.

Her blood is still in my system.

Is it possible she has cured me?

Yes, I am cured.

Now I can be up night and day!

It is so bright.

So many colors.

And the sun is so warm!

Hello, young lovers.

I could not help but
smell your lovely picnic.

Could I presume to ask you
for a piece of your chicken?

- Surely, sir.

- Some wine, sir?

- I never drink wine.

Oh, what the hell.

Let me try it.

It's good!

- Master, master!

- Renfield, look at me.

I'm drinking wine and eating chicken.

- Master, what are you
doing out in the daytime?

- Relax, renfield, I am cured!

- No, no, you're not.

Look.

- Oh!

I made a mistake.

I've got to get back to my coffin.

It's nighttime.

It wasn't real.

I was having a daymare.

- Hmm.

Three tiny puncture marks on her throat.

- Three?

- Two, two tiny puncture
marks on her throat.

- What does it mean, professor?

- Gentlemen, what I am about to say

will shake the very foundation

of every medical precept you hold dear.

We have entered the realm
of the supernatural.

- The supernatural?

- Realm of the supernatural?

' Ja!

Lucy has been attacked by a creature

that rises from its grave and
sucks the blood of the living

in order to prolong its
own unholy existence.

What we are dealing
with here is a vampire!

- Vampire?

What are you saying?

- I'm saying, vampire.

- But, professor,
modern science does not

admit to such a fanciful creature.

- Modern science, pish posh.

She has lost a great deal of blood, ja?

- Ja.

- Well, look.

Look.

Where did all the blood go?

Look at the sheet, the
pillowcase, her nightgown.

Do you see anything?

How does your modern
science explain that?

Can you explain that?

- I can't explain that.

- No one can explain that!

- Are you asking us to
believe that some creature

just flew in through that
window, bit Lucy on the neck,

and drank of her blood?

- Exactly.

And tonight, the foul thing will return.

It will sup on her life's fluid

until it has drained
her of every last drop.

And if she dies a victim of
this unspeakable creature,

she will become one herself.

- What?
- What?

- She will become one herself.

- What can we do to protect
her from this fiend?

- Seward!

- Do you have any books on the occult?

- They're right here.

- Do you have transylvanian folklore?

- No.

- Do you have the theory

and the theology of the evil undead?

- No.

- Do you have the vampires of Prague?

- Do you have nosferatu?

- Yes, we have nosferatu.

We have nosferatu today.

It just came in the post.

-Ah.

Here, give it.

Here.

Ja, ja, ja.

Here!

There is a way to protect her.

- How?

- The creature is repelled by garlic.

Its purifying effect is anathema

to the tainted soul of the vampire.

- I must move the coffin
or the chandelier.

- We've brought you down here

so you'll be closer to us, my dear.

We'll be just down
the hall in the study.

- You must get a good night's rest

to regain your strength, my dear.

It's the only way to
improve your health.

- Would an enema help?

- Come, come, we must go.

Sleep well, miss Lucy.

The garlic will protect you.

- Garlic!

Blah!

Renfield.

Renfield.

- Master?

- It is time for you to
serve your master, come.

- Yes, master.

- Those meddling idiots.

They want to prevent me from
entering miss Lucy's bedroom.

I want to take...

- Wait, master.

All right, I'm listening.

- They have placed garlands
of garlic around her room.

- What can I do, master?

I can't leave this cell.

- Do you imagine I could not

take you out of here if I wish?

That these pathetic bars could stop me?

- Wait, master, I'm
getting such a headache.

- How dare they try
to match wits with me?

Me, who has commanded
the forces of darkness.

Me, who has called forth the demons

of the night to do my bidding.

Me, who has destroyed every

enemy down through the centuries.

Renfield, I'm talking to you.

- Sorry, master.

- Come.

We have much to do and
less time to do it in.

Renfield, hurry.

Renfield, I meant for
you to use the drainpipe.

I fly, you don't.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- Come.

- He flies, I don't.

He flies, I don't.

- Renfield, you idiot.

- Grab him, harker!

- I am weak, I am weak!

I strayed!

- What did he do?

- I caught him lifting up
the sheets and looking at me!

- Nothing but a filthy pervert, eh?

Martin!

- There you are!

- Take him back to his cell
and give him a you-know-what.

- No, no!

Not another enema!?

- Yes, another and another!

Until you come to your senses!

- I'll close the window.

- Yes, yes.

Good lad.

Are you all right, dear?

- Oh, yes, I'm fine, Dr. Seward,

apart from this ghastly garlic.

- I'm sorry, dear, but
Van Helsing insists.

- Ohh, lord.

- Lucy.

I command you, open the window, come!

- Get in there, you stupid degenerate!

- I didn't see anything!

I didn't see anything!

I saw everything.

- It's Lucy.

Someone was attacking her!

- Wait here.

How is she?

- She's dead.

- Dead?

The vampire has taken all of her blood.

I told her not to leave
the safety of the garlic.

No, no, no!

It's absolutely absurd.

- I tell you, we must drive

a wooden stake through her heart,

or else she will rise from her grave

to seek the blood of the living!

- Lucy was my ward.

I won't permit you to desecrate

her body in such a vile manner.

It's, it's sacrilegious.

- But Dr. Seward, shouldn't we at least

stand guard over Lucy's
grave, just to make sure?

- No.

I'm having serious doubts about
this whole vampire theory.

For heaven's sake,
who in all of england,

by the very furthest
stretch of the imagination,

could possibly be a vampire?

- Count Dracula.

- Well, maybe him.

- Ahem.

- What?

- Hoo hoo.

- What are you hoo-hooing about?

Oh, oh, count Dracula.

We were just talking about you.

Favorably, of course.

- Forgive my interruption,
but I was just made

aware of the unfortunate
passing of miss Lucy.

I wish to offer my condolences.

- Thank you.

We're all very distraught.

- Yes.

Oh, count Dracula, allow me to introduce

professor Abraham Van
Helsing of London university.

He's a doctor of rare diseases,

as well as theology and philosophy.

- And gynecology.

- Oh, I didn't know you
had your hand in that, too.

- Van Helsing, a name we know

even in the wilds of transylvania.

- Count Dracula.

Hmm, curious.

Are you descended from vlad
tepes, the first Dracula?

- Tepes?

- Ja.

It means the impaler.

He was a bloodthirsty butcher

who inflicted unspeakable
tortures on the peasants,

cutting off their hands and feet,

gouging out their eyes,

and then impaling them on iron spikes.

- They had it coming.

- What could they possibly have done

to deserve such barbaric
and inhuman treatment?

- Yes.

- We have a saying in the old country.

They also said,

- I'm very impressed, Van Helsing.

You speak the ancient moldavian.

Well, gentlemen, I will take my...

Leave.

I see, Van Helsing, you are a man

who likes to have the last word.

I will not be drawn into
such a childish exercise.

- It is immaterial to me
who has the last word.

- It is getting late.

We'll carry on this
conversation at another time.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Such arrogance.

It is easy to see why
the decadent aristocracy

is dying out in that part of the world.

Gentlemen, our work is not done.

The vampire is still among us.

You must remember, he is cunning.

He has the wisdom of centuries.

And above all, he will never give up.

- That man!

He never gives up!

Never gives up.

What are
you thinking, professor?

- When did count Dracula move in?

- About a month ago.

-And when did miss Lucy's
symptoms first appear?

- About the same time.

- Are you saying that count
Dracula is our vampire?

And no.

- Then what are you saying?

- I'm saying no, but
I'm leaning towards yes.

- Then you're saying yes.

- No.

- Then it's no.

- Not necessarily.

- You sound dubious.

- No, I'm positive.

- Of what?

- My theory!

- And that would be?

- The theory of yes, or no.

- Good night, sweet lady.

May angels' voices
sing thee to thy rest.

Help me.

- What's that?

Help me, it's so dark in here.

- Who's in there?

I'm alive,
they've buried me alive.

- Saints preserve us.

Don't worry, miss.

I'm comin'.

Oh, my god.

They made a mistake, a terrible mistake.

- Oh, please help me.

I'm so very cold.

- You'll be all right, you're alive.

- I say, Jonathan, what are you doing?

- Just for tonight, I'm
going to stand guard

at Lucy's grave, as the
professor suggested.

- Surely you don't believe
this vampire business.

- Oh, I don't know what I believe.

But on the odd chance
that Van Helsing is right,

I should never forgive
myself if I didn't make sure.

- All right, all right.

Go ahead, go ahead, but I
think you're wasting your time.

Poppycock.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

- Lucy?

- Oh, come away with me, Jonathan.

I know you've always wanted
me, and I've always wanted you.

Finally, we can be together.

- But, Lucy, I'm engaged
to Mina, and you're dead.

- I'm not dead, I'm undead.

-Yes, well, I'm not unengaged.

Thank you.

- Jonathan, let me kiss you.

Let me show you the deep, raw passion

of unbridled sexual frenzy.

- Uh, but, Lucy, I'm British.

- But so are these!

- Lucy!

- Now we can be together, forever.

- Back!

Back, unholy demon of the night.

After her, this is our chance!

- For what?

- To destroy her, my boy.

She's retreated to her crypt, come!

- My god.

Now she's dead.

No, she's not.

- She's alive?

- She's nosferatu.

- She's Italian?

- No.

It means the undead.

She's cursed to spend
eternity in misery,

hunting the living like a wild animal.

- What should we do?

- For the sake of her eternal
soul, we must destroy her.

The only way is to drive a wooden stake

through her heart!

- Oh, that's horrible.

Is there no other way?

- One other.

We could cut off her head,

stuff her mouth with garlic,
and tear off her ears.

- Give me the stake.

Oh, no.

No, I can't do it.

You, you do it.

- It must be done by one
who loved her in life.

- I only liked her.

- Close enough, here.

Good boy.

- All right.

-You can do it, you can do it.

- All right.

- Here.

Now place the point of the
stake directly over her heart.

- Right.

-And hit as hard as you can.

- Wait!

- Oh my god!

There's so much blood!

- She just ate!

- She's still alive.

- Hit her again!

- No, no, I can't.

- How much blood can she have left?

- She's almost dead.

- She's dead enough.

Oh, this is, this is ghastly.

- Yes, you're right.

We should have put newspapers down.

- Oh.

Oh, what have I done?

What have I done to poor Lucy?

- You have released her, my boy.

Now she sleeps in peace forever.

Here, here, clean yourself up.

- Thank you.

Oh, poor Lucy.

Poor, poor Lucy.

Here.

- Keep it.

- Essie.

Essie, your eyelids are growing heavy.

You will sleep.

Sleep.

Mina, Mina, open your eyes.

Arise, Mina.

Walk to the door.

Mina, you are in the closet.

Open the door, and come out.

Now walk to the terrace door.

Watch out for the foot...

Stool.

Stand up.

Not you, sit.

No, not you, you sit.

You stand.

No, sit.

No, you stand.

You walk to the terrace door,
and you go back to sleep.

Watch out!

Wait.

I'm coming.

Turn out the lights
so no one will see me.

You will be my bride
throughout eternity.

We'll share the endless
passion of immortal love.

- Oh, I can't wait!

- Not you!

You will be my bride
throughout eternity.

We'll share the endless
passion of immortal love.

- Oh, my boy, such a night.

Oh, such a night!

Oh!

- My god, man!

What's happened to you?

- Everything.

Professor Van Helsing
was absolutely right.

Lucy Rose from her
grave and attacked me.

-And now, at last, she sleeps in peace.

- You mean Lucy actually
became a vampire?

- Yes.

- Ja.

- Where's Mina?

- Oh, she's all right, fast asleep.

Essie is sitting watch over her.

- Good, I'll just sit watch

myself in front of her door, then.

- Uh, uh, don't you think you ought

to get cleaned up first, old boy?

- Oh, yes, quite right.

- Uh, do you mind using
the servants' entrance?

There's a good chap.

I don't understand it.

He's covered with blood, and
there's not a drop on you.

Why?

- I have been to many, many stakings.

You have to know where to stand.

You know, everything in life

is location, location, location.

- And now we shall do the dance of love.

You're good.

Hey, stop it!

Oh, no hickeys!

- Mina?

- Oh, Jonathan.

Shh.

- Shouldn't we rouse her?

- Yes, perhaps you're right.

Essie?

- Oh!

Oh, I must've dropped off.

Good gracious, it's morning!

One moment, I was on guard wide awake,

and the next, I felt like
a dark cloud came over me.

-Are you all right?

- Oh, fine.

Here we are, then, safe and sound.

It's getting on.

I best see to breakfast.

Where'd that come from?

- Jonathan, I had the most
extraordinary dreams last night.

I feel so different.

- You look different, Mina.

- Come.

Sit with me.

Closer.

- Ahem.

- Closer, you silly boy.

Darling, we know each other so well,

and yet we've never really
explored each other.

- Thank god.

- Jonathan, I've changed.

I'm not the Mina you knew.

- What do you mean, dearest?

- I want you to do something for me,

something that I have
never asked you before.

- Of course, my dear, anything.

- Good, touch this.

- Don't mind if I, hey!

Mina!

What are you saying?

-All right, you don't
have to touch anything.

I'll touch you.

Mina.

Stop this immediately!

What's come over you?

I'm leaving.

- No, please don't go!

You're right.

You're right, something
is wrong with me,

and it's, it's taking over my mind

and forcing me to say
things I would never say

and do things I would never do.

Jonathan, please help me.

Please help me!

- Oh, Mina, Mina, yes.

Anything, what can I do?

- Touch this!

- Good morning, Mina!

How did you sleep, harker!

- Jonathan, take your hands off me!

- Yes, yes, take your hands off her!

- Uh, uh, sorry, sir.

- You should be ashamed of yourself!

- But she made me do it.

- Is that right, Mina?

- No, father.

Suddenly, without any reason at all,

he laid his hands on me.

- Ooh, she told me to touch it!

- Harker, you're a degenerate!

I take you into my
home, you eat my food,

you drink my wine, but
that's not enough for you!

Oh, no!

After being engaged to my
daughter for only five years,

you have the audacity to touch her!

Get out!

- But, sir...

- Out, I say!

- What is happening here?

- Terrible doings!

Found young harker here with
his hands all over my daughter.

- But she forced me to, sir.

She's been behaving rather strangely.

It's as through she's been
under some sort of a spell.

- Spell?

That's a very lovely scarf
you're wearing, miss Mina.

- Oh, yes, I felt chilly this morning.

- Hmm.

Excuse me.

May I have a look?

Just as I thought.

- Like, like Lucy.

- Oh, no, it's nothing!

I accidentally did it while
I was pinning a shawl.

- Oh, really?

I have something for you, miss Mina.

- A present?

- Sort of.

Hold out your hand.

Here.

- Mina!

Here, look!

- What is that?

- It is proof, my unfortunate friend,

that your daughter has been corrupted

by the evil of a vampire.

- We must find this vampire

before Mina meets the same fate as Lucy!

- But who is the vampire?

- Van Helsing suspects count Dracula.

It could also be renfield.

The man drinks the blood of insects

and bent the bars of his
cell like they were cheese.

It could be anyone.

- There is a way, an indisputable way,

to reveal the vampire.

- I'm going along with
you on this, Van Helsing,

but I think this ball is
in extremely bad taste.

Lucy dead less than a fortnight

and Mina's health
hanging in the balance.

- The ball's been in
progress for over an hour.

It appears as if count
Dracula isn't coming.

- I hope you're wrong, my boy.

I especially wanted to
see count Dracula tonight.

- I wonder if he suspects something.

- Good evening.

Did I startle you?

No, no, no, no, no, not at all!

- It's quite all right!

May I take your cape, sir?

- No, not my cape.

You may take my hat.

Thank you.

- Yes, we were afraid
you wouldn't show up.

- I would not miss your gala.

I always keep my nights
open for new experiences.

Miss Mina looks
especially lovely tonight.

Would you be insanely jealous
if I should ask her to dance?

- Well, to be perfectly frank.

Not at all.

- Thank you.

- Psst, master, you're here!

You're here.

-Shh!

Do not call me master.

What are you doing here?

- I don't know, they invited me.

- I smell a rat.

- Where?

- Renfield!

If I am discovered, we must flee.

- Yes, I'll escape.

I'll meet you at carfax...

- No, that would be too dangerous.

They will search there first.

I have moved my coffin to

the abandoned chapel at
the top of the cliffs.

When you come, make sure
you're not being followed.

Do you understand?

- Yes, master.

- Do not call me master!

- Yes, ma...

- Good evening, miss Mina.

May I have the next dance?

- I beg your pardon, sir.

Can't you see I'm having
a drink with miss Mina?

- You have finished your drink.

- So I have.

- Come, miss Mina.

- Martin.

- Right.

Now.

-Huh?

I can't see him!

How can this be?

- The vampire casts no
reflection in a mirror.

- She's doing quite well
without him, isn't she?

- Hey, we must be good.

Let's really give them
something to watch!

Play the czardas!

- Czardas!

They're loving it!

- Oh yes!

- Come on, big finish!

You are a very wise man, Van Helsing,

for someone who has yet
to live a single lifetime!

- Mina!

Get him!

- Master, master!

I mean, mister, mister!

- Give it up, you!

Where do you think you're going?

- Professor!

- We must find them before sunrise!

- Why before sunrise?

- Because the rays of
the sun will destroy him.

He must hide during the daylight hours.

Come, or miss Mina will
be lost to us forever.

Come.

- Come along, old fly-eater.

- We've searched carfax
Abbey from top to bottom.

There's no trace of him.

- What can we do, professor?

Where could he be?

- I don't know.

Renfield.

We must release renfield.

He is our only hope.

He called Dracula master!

- I thought he said, mister.

- That was only a ruse to
fool the feeble-minded.

No offense.

- I understand.

Renfield will go straight to Dracula.

- Ja, and we will follow.

This way.

- You'll stay here till you rot.

Well, you're free to go.

- Free to go?

Why, how?

- Good behavior.

- But I've only been
in here for a moment.

- Well, for that moment,
your behavior was very good.

Let's go.

Watch your step.

- I'm coming, master!

I know what they're up to.

They think I'll lead them to the master.

I must outsmart them.

Lost 'em.

- Gentlemen, we are fortunate.

- Why?

- He's an imbecile.

Come.

- Master, I'm here!

- Renfield.

Are you sure you were not followed here?

- No, I led them in the wrong direction.

They have no idea where I am.

He went into the chapel!

Hurry!

- You have led them right to
me, you stupid nincompoop.

- I didn't know!

I'm sorry, master.

Punish me!

- No, no, go.

Lead them away.

I don't have any time.

- No, you must punish me!

Hurt me, I deserve it!

- Not now!

- But I failed you, master!

I'm a useless, pitiful
fool who has betrayed you!

You must hurt me!

- All right!

- Good, master.

Good.

Okay, that's enough.

Why?

- Up there!

- It's locked!

- We must break it open!

Put your weight into it.

- Doctor.

- Count.

Put your backs into it!

- They are too late.

Soon you will be my bride for eternity.

- Good, keep it up!

Harder!

The hinge is on its way!

- Jonathan, duck!

Back!

Jonathan, get that stake!

A sharp wooden stick, anything!

Back!

Good, good.

Now drive it through his heart!

- Uh-oh!

Look out!

- Arrogant mortal.

You are in my world now,

and you will never
leave this attic alive.

I will destroy you,

and then I will possess
she whom you love the most.

And there is not a single thing

in the world you can do to stop me.

For that, you will watch
while with your beloved Mina,

I consummate our marriage.

- Grab him, he's getting away!

Grab him!

- Where is he, where did he go?

He's up there.

- We must catch
him, or else all is lost.

- Master, this way!

Renfield, you asshole!

- Oh.

- Oh!

Where am I?

What's happened to Dracula?

- He's dead.

- Ja.

- And you're free.

Oh, thank god.

You're my own sweet,
innocent Mina again.

- Oh, and I have you, my darling
Jonathan, to thank for it.

-And now, my dearest,
let me take you home.

- Master.

I'm s orry!

Forgive me.

There.

You're starting to look
like your old self again.

- Your master is gone
forever, Mr. Renfield.

You are your own man how.

-I am?

- Yes.

No one will ever control you again.

- You're right.

- Good.

Come, renfield.

- Yes, master.