All language subtitles for Dracula.S01E01.The.Blood.Is.The.Life.BDRip.x264-REWARD.eng

After all these long years...

How famished you must be.

Oh, sweet Jezebel.

Look! We're rich!

The blood is the life.

All the guests have arrived.

Photographed upon entry?

As arranged.

And the prototype, is it ready for the
demonstration as scheduled?

It is, sir, as scheduled.

From this day forward, you are an
American industrialist.

As American as God, guns and bourbon,

as scheduled.

Very good, sir.

Good evening, I am Alexander Grayson.

It's breathtaking.

Well, isn't this exciting?

I'm liking this Grayson already.

This glass is worth more
than I earn in a week.

Don't be gauche, Jonathan. Besides,

it's worth more than
you'd make in a month.

- Lucy!
- I'm only having a bit of fun!

You're not cross with me, are you?
I'd be simply devastated!

Of course not.
You're far too charming.

I am, aren't I?

I'm off. Now you'll remember
your promise, won't you?

I'm your guest tonight, not a journalist.

He's such a darling, isn't he?

Alastair! You beast!
Where have you been hiding?

Lucy, darling.

It's quite an eclectic group.
New money, old money, no money left.

Which do you suppose is
Alexander Grayson?

I'm sure he'll announce himself to great
fanfare. They always do at these things.

How I ever let you talk me into this...

Seriously. Somebody had to pry you out
of that laboratory.

The truth.

Who would you rather spend your
evening with, me or a pickled toad?

Erm... The toad,

because at least there's a chance my kiss
might turn him into a prince.

Well, hasn't he tried hard.

Might as well have papered the walls
with pound notes.

How distressingly American.

Frankly, I'm amazed so many of us
turned up at all.

How can we properly mock him
if we haven't set eyes on the man?

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure
to introduce the master of Carfax Manor,

your host, Mr Alexander Grayson.

Welcome to my house.

May you come freely, go safely,

and, please, leave some
of the happiness you bring.

- Is everything all right?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Someone walked over
my grave, I suppose.

That woman. Blue satin, cr�e chiffon.

I want to know everything about her.
And the man she's with.

Of course, sir.

Ah, the mysterious Mr Grayson.
Finally we meet.

And you would be...

I would be in a nice warm bath, but I simply
had to see what all the fuss was about.

- Jayne Wetherby.
- Huh.

- Lord Wetherby...
- Oh, good God, no!

This is my, erm, companion for the night,
my very dear friend, Herr Kruger.

Gesundheit.

Huh.

Ah, Sir Clive Dawson.

Alexander Grayson.

Permit me to introduce my wife, Lady Hope.

What an impressive ballroom, Mr Grayson.

May I present Lord Davenport
and Lady Laurent?

And Lord Laurent.

Lord Laurent! Splendid!

Now, if I'm not mistaken,

you and Sir Clive co-chair the board of
British Imperial Coolant Company.

We sit on a number of boards, Mr Grayson.

Indeed you do.

British Imperial holds patents,

patents to high-efficiency coolants
which would be most useful

in advancing one of
my technological projects.

I would very much like to
acquire those patents.

Mr Grayson, the British Imperial Company

is in the business of selling
our products to British industry,

not our underlying patents
to interloping colonials.

Darling.

Perhaps next time you'll sway
Sir Clive through his bookmakers.

He's an inveterate gambler, and not a terribly
good one from what I gather.

Jonathan! Where did you...

Alexander Grayson.

Jonathan Harker.

And this is my most lovely friend,
Ms Mina Murray.

Of course. Mina.

I'm sorry, it's just...

- I'd swear...
- We've met, yes.

I was thinking the same thing.

Pardon me, sir. It's time.

Ah, yes.

Excuse me.

Tell me, Renfield,
who is this Jonathan Harker?

He's a reporter for The Inquisitor.

Resourceful, tenacious,
and very, very ambitious.

- And the woman?
- Mina Murray. Medical student.

Father, Dr William Murray,
director of Bethlem Royal Hospital.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please gather in the centre of the ballroom!

Mr Harker. R.M. Renfield.

You are aware that the invitation
explicitly forbade the press.

I can assure you, I'm purely here
on a social basis.

What a shame.

Mr Grayson will be disappointed that
you won't be writing at least a word or two.

If you're interested, he'd like you to come by
tomorrow for an interview.

An interview...

Of course I'd be interested.

4:30, then.

And now Mr Grayson
would like to share a demonstration

of his latest technical marvel.

Honoured guests,

when I was a boy,

my father told me stories of the Dark Ages,

a time when culture and learning
were eclipsed

by barbaric ritual and war.

Over the years, I have come to believe

that the Dark Ages never actually ended,

that the fear,

hatred and brutality that once
plagued our ancestors,

plagues us still.

Tonight, it is my sublime pleasure

to demonstrate a way out.

Out of the darkness.

What Thomas Edison dismissed
as mere fantasy,

what Nikola Tesla failed to bring to fruition,

I give to you tonight.

Power drawn from the magnetosphere,

the same invisible source that compels the
needle on this compass to point north!

Harnessed and amplified by my scientists
and technicians, I give to you

free, safe, wireless power!

Now. Stage one.

Stand by.

Stage one!

Is such a thing possible?

In theory, I suppose.

But if it were brought to market,

what effect would it have
on our petroleum interests?

- Shattering, of course.
- It's nothing we need worry about.

More power!

Stage two!

Mark!

Lucy! Lucy, look!

It's some sort of trick.

There must be a wire.

Experiencing some technical difficulties, sir.

Just a few more seconds...

I'm burning, I'm burning.

The coolant has evaporated!

I'm shutting down.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I thank you for your patience.

I trust our little demonstration was

illuminating.

Lucy Westenra.

Ms Westenra.

Ravishing.

Ms Murray, you look a little shaken.

I'm not sure what I just witnessed.

The future, Ms Murray.
The beginning of a new era.

Mr Harker. Tomorrow, then?

Yes. Yes, of course.

He seems quite taken with you.

Ooh. The green-eyed monster
rears its ugly head.

Don't be silly. Mr Grayson
was just being polite.

More than polite, I'd say.

Ooh! Cordials!

That was extraordinary.

Lady Jayne.

I didn't hear you approaching.

You say that as if it's an accomplishment,
Mr Grayson.

Alexander, please.

You know, there's a touch of the
impresario about you, Alexander.

Your performance this evening
was no less than operatic.

As I'm an ardent patron of the opera,
I'll take that as a compliment,

although I'm certain it was meant
as quite the opposite.

You are?

So you love the opera.

Well, may I be the first to invite you
to the opening of the season?

Tell me, Alexander.

Will you join me?

I've reserved my own box.

Pity.

I feel you'd enjoy the performance
so much more in mine.

No doubt.

Hmm.

Thank you for coming.

Ma'am.

- Mr Grayson.
- Ah.

If you think you fooled anyone with that
absurd stunt tonight, you're sadly mistaken.

Am I?

You are a fraud, sir.

And I will see to it that you
never do business here.

She's not going to wait forever.

If you don't ask her to marry you soon,
someone else is bound to.

Who?

Grayson?

Don't be absurd!

You must've noticed the way he leered at you.

- He did not!
- At least he's not boring.

As much as I enjoy having you spend the
night at my house, could we please, for once,

talk about something other than
how tedious you find Jonathan?

Besides, he's not boring.

What I am saying is that she could do better.

Do you see anything?

- No.
- What do you suppose it is?

- Night, Sir Clive.
- Good night.

Go on, good boy.

The man was a pig.
He insulted me under my own roof.

So you tear the man to pieces.

Perhaps we should mount a
warning sign over the front door.

I told you, their corruption
and their hubris is unbridled.

That's always been the
way with the Order of the Dragon.

Still, it's one thing to hear it,
quite another to see it with one's own eyes.

Readily identified by their overtly
grotesque sense of entitlement.

Like this one. Lord Laurent.

Preening little peacock.

And that other one, Lord what's-his-name...

- Davenport.
- Davenport.

These two stink of High Council.
Put them on the short list.

Who do you suppose is the leader?

Could be any one of these. Or none.

How very innocuous.

But you cross them Renfield and they
will strike you down like vipers in a pit.

Murder, torture, rape, wholesale slaughter.

That is the stock-in-trade of
the Order of the Dragon.

And has been for over 500 years.

In my past, they asserted
their will more directly.

Via the cross

and the sword.

Slaughtering entire villages,

branding men and women heretics.

Burning them alive.

And watching them burn. Screaming

for a God who never came.

Now they do their dirty work via
private clubs and boardrooms.

They employ business, politics and oil.

And that last thing, Renfield,
will be their undoing.

They believe it'll fuel the next century.

And if they control it, they control the future.

But from the moment we demonstrate the
viability of geomagnetic technology...

Poof. No more money.

No more power.

No more Order of the Dragon.

He performed a full examination?

As instructed.

Any signs of vampiric feeding?

Too much damage to the neck
to make a positive determination.

So he severs the man's head and
dresses him up like a roasted French hen.

Well, it had to be done. You know why.

How long has it been since a vampire
stalked the streets of this city?

Seven years?

Eight years.

Yes.

The Whitechapel killings.

God, when I think of the trouble we went to...

Mutilating the victims to hide the signs,

those absurd letters we wrote to the press...

Oh. Jack the Ripper indeed.

What do you suggest?

Well, unless proven otherwise,

I think we must assume that Clive was
targeted by our enemies.

Whether natural or not.

I'll put Kruger on patrol.

Have him keep an eye on the
High Council members' houses.

Indefinitely?

No, just until time or events
proves us overcautious.

- You won't even know he's there.
- See to it we don't.

This is strictly between you and me for now.

We don't want to make the others any more
nervous than they already are.

Hmm.

Oh, and if anyone asks...

He was killed by a dog.

Good girl.

And take that bloody thing with you.

The structure of the neuron
is absolutely distinct

from all other cells in the human body.

Mr Campbell...

Sorry, sir. We...

- We weren't, um...
- Professor Van Helsing?

Yes, Miss Murray?

Mr Campbell was only pointing out
to his colleagues how

analogous certain aspects
of the front page article

regarding the generation
of electrical impulses

are to the subject of your lecture today.

Mr Campbell?

Quite right, Mr Campbell.

Mr Grayson's new technology is
germane to the subject at hand.

However, I would suggest that you discuss
such observations outside of class.

Mr Grayson will be right with you.

Mr Harker.

How good of you to come.

Please, have a seat.

Would you like some wine?

It's a bit early for me, thank you.

I prefer whisky.

You should know my editor believes
you're after some sort of puffery.

- Puffery?
- Yes.

And why would he think that?

I don't field many interview requests
from those in your position.

- You mean the wealthy.
- No, I mean the privileged.

Usually, they run the other way.

That's because you stand against the
same vested interests that would prefer

I return to America.

I didn't think anyone had noticed.

I did.
That's precisely why I invited you for this

interview.

Shall we begin?

Very well.

Why England?

This is the country of my
great-grandparents' birth.

In that regard, it's a homecoming.

And it has nothing to do with Edison
running you out of the States?

Hmm.

Europe speaks to me
in a way no other place does.

You know, we call it the Old World
for a reason,

and yet her people seek
the new wherever they can.

I understand this struggle.

I myself am descended from a very old family.

But my mind...

Always fixed on the future.

I surround myself with things that speak
to both, the ancient and the new.

You're full of contradictions, aren't you?

So is the world.

- Mmm-hmm.
- That is precisely why I wanted to talk to you.

You see we're on the
precipice of great change.

We have it within ourselves
to redefine our species.

You say species
as though people are animals.

What do you mean by that?

Is that not what Mr Darwin taught us?

That man evolves?

That is what I have come here to accomplish.

To facilitate in that evolution.

Give nature a helping hand so to speak.

- Ms Murray.
- Professor.

Come in! Have a seat!

- What is it?
- Well, erm...

We will soon be undergoing
our final examination.

- Yes.
- And as you know,

the student who scores the highest

will be given the opportunity to
serve as your research assistant.

I see.

You have consistently scored
the highest marks in class for every

written and oral exam.

- However...
- My surgical technique...

Leaves much to be desired, yes.

Professor, I can't tell you how often I practice,

but the moment the scalpel
pierces the epidermis, well...

My hands begin to tremble.
And no matter what I do, they...

Mina, I have always found that

the secret to a steady hand is a steady heart.

I don't understand.

You must believe in yourself,
in your abilities to heal others.

It is that simple.

But I do.

If so, then you will succeed.

Until then, know this,

the heart never lies.

Thank you.

Yes, well, I agree.
Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Hello.

Sorry to have kept you.

I just bumped
into the most charming man.

It was very generous of Mr Grayson
to give you his box tonight.

Well, he obviously wants me to
write nice things about him, doesn't he?

- Oh, really?
- Mmm-hmm.

A man such as Grayson is so
desperate to court favour with you.

You'd think he'd be satisfied
with his beautiful home,

all those brilliant paintings
and the thrilling technology,

not to mention his good looks and charisma.

Hmm.

Yes, it's very impressive.

But you have something he will never have.

What's that?

Me.

The view's much better from back here.

Is it? I can't imagine that's possible.

Why don't you join me and see?

Why, yes, it is...

It is astonishing.

I trust you were unobserved?

Your invitation did request my
"discreet company."

Yes, it did. Though I was concerned

as an American you might not understand
the meaning of the word "discreet."

I had to look it up.

Tell me. What other words did you
have to look up?

Insatiable.

Incorrigible.

Unquenchable.

Sir Clive not a day in the ground,

and Grayson descends on his widow
like a bird of prey.

Locked up Clive's entire
block of Imperial Coolant.

Why on Earth would she sell out to him?

He purchased the paper on Clive's gambling
debts and threatened to sue his estate.

- Good God!
- So you see, she had no choice

but to trade the stock in order
to avert a scandal.

Absolutely loathsome,
the whole damned business.

Hmm.

But you must admit, well played.

That's easy for you to say.
He's not your business partner.

He's hardly that, old man.
It's just a seat on the board.

It's not as if he has a controlling interest.

Kruger!

Burn in hell!

"Thou died fair and well,
brother huntsman kill'd,

"impaled the hearts of
many beasts before thine own was still'd."

Before you die, take heart.

You will soon be joined in hell
by scores of your brethren.

I will destroy your Order
and everything it stands for.

You are Dracula.

Practice all you want.
It won't save you.

It speaks.

Save me from what?

The one who drew you to London?

No one drew me.

You're nothing. An errant fly
attracted by the stench of rot.

Tell me your sire's name!

You know, there are fates for your kind
a lot worse than death,

and I know them all.

How long do you think it's going to
take for this to rust at the bottom of a lake?

Years? Decades?

Do what you will to me. There will be
another who follows,

- and another and another and soon...
- Soon?

We will be legion.

I was wondering when you'd
make your entrance.

The plan was to leverage Sir Clive's
gambling debts against his interests,

not his widow's.

I saw an opportunity and I seized it.

It was impetuous and careless.

It got the job done.

How many times must I explain the difference
between a vendetta and vengeance?

This cannot become a war of attrition.

The Order, Dracul, is like the hydra.

Cut off a head, they grow two to replace it.

Funny, that's not what
happened to Sir Clive's head.

Don't be a fool.

You know the only way to crush them
is to wipe out the very source of their power,

their vast wealth.

For over a decade, we have
schemed and built this empire of lies.

I will not have our work undone
by your lack of discipline.

Give me one good reason
I shouldn't peel you like a grape.

Because without me, you'd still
be rotting in that iron box!

Do you think I am not immune to rage?

The Order of the Dragon slaughtered
my entire family.

We must not give in to our base instincts.

We must practice control.
We must follow the plan.

True. Our hatred was born
in the same crucible.

You give it form. But I give it strength.

We are not bound by what we
have lost, but by who took it.

No!

They killed my wife, my love.

And for those crimes I
will have my vengeance.