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The year, 1462.
Constantinople had fallen.
Moslem Turks swept into Europe, with the vast superior force.
striking at Romania, threatening all of Christendom.
From Transylvania arose a Romanian knight, of the sacred order of the dragon.
Known as: Draculae.
On the eve of the battle,
his bride, Elizabetha,
whom me prized above all things on earth,
knew that he must face an insurmountable force
from which he might never return.
Elizabetha!
The vengeful Turks shot an arrow into the castle
carrying false news of Draculas death.
Elizabetha, believing him dead,
flung herself into the river.
My prince is dead.
All is lost without him.
May God unite us in heaven.
I've done everything you asked, Master.
All the preparations are in order.
Everything.
I await your command,
for I know
that when the rewards are given,
I will be one of those who benefits from your generosity.
Thank you.
You're mad. Renfield is deranged.
He's lost his greedy mind, poor chap.
I want you to take over for his foreign client, this rather eccentric Count Dracula.
He's buying up property around London.
Of course, sir. I'll attend the account. Thank you for your confidence.
This is a great opportunity for you, Harker.
But you'll have to leave for Transylvania immediately.
Opportunities such as this come but once in a lifetime.
Yes, of course, sir.
If I may enquire, what in fact happened to Mr. Renfield in Transylvania?
Nothing. Nothing.
Personal problems.
Close these transactions, and your future with this firm is assured.
Yes, sir. I will give it my full attention.
We've waited this long haven't we?
We can be married when I return.
Of course.
I'll write.
Jonathan...
Jonathan, I love you.
I love you, Mina.
25th May, Budapest.
Left Budapest early this morning.
The impression I had...
was that we were leaving the West and entering the East.
The district I have to enter is in the extreme East of the country.
Just on the borders of three states: Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina.
In the midst of the Carpathian mountains.
One of the wildest, at least known portions of Europe.
"My friend,
welcome to the Carpathians.
I am anxiously expecting you.
At the Borgo Pass,
my carriage will await you and bring you to me.
I trust your journey from London has been a happy one.
And that you will enjoy your stay
in my beautiful land.
Your friend...
D.
Diary, 25th May.
My dear Jonathan has been gone almost a week.
And although I was disappointed we could not marry before his departure,
I am happy that he got sent on this important assignment.
I am longing to hear all the news.
It must be so nice to see strange countries.
I wonder if we, I mean Jonathan and I, shall ever see them together?
We're early, driver. No one is here.
I say, is the castle far?
Welcome to my home.
Enter freely of your own will
and leave some of the happiness you bring.
Count Dracula?
I am Dracula,
and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house.
Come in.
You will, I trust, excuse me that I
do not join you
but I have already dined
and I never drink...
wine.
An ancestor?
I see a resemblance.
The Order of the Dracul
...the Dragon...
an ancient society pledging my forefathers
to defend the church against all enemies of Christ.
That relationship was not entirely...
...successful.
Oh, yes.
It is no laughing matter.
We Draculs have a right to be proud.
What devil or witch was ever so great as Attila whose blood flows in these veins?
Blood...
...is too precious a thing in these times.
The warlike days are over.
The victories of my great race are but a tale to be told.
I am the last of my kind.
I have offended you with my ignorance, Count.
Forgive me.
I do so long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London,
to be in the midst of the whirl and the rush of humanity,
to share its life,
its changes,
its deaths.
There.
You, Count, are
are the owner of Carfax Abbey in Purfleet. Congratulations.
Your firm writes most highly of your talents.
They say you are a man of good...
...taste.
And that you are a worthy substitute
to your predescessor, Mr. Renfield.
You may rely on me, Count.
Forgive my curiosity but why 10 houses in such precise locations around London?
Is it to raise the market value?
Do you believe in destiny,
that even the powers of time
can be ordered to a single purpose?
The luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds...
true love.
You found Mina. I thought she was lost.
We're to be married as soon as I return. Are you married, Count?
Sir, are you married?
I was married once...
ages ago it seems. She died.
- Oh, I'm very sorry. - She was fortunate.
My life at its best is a mystery.
She will no doubt make a devoted wife...
... and you a faithful husband.
Come, write now, my friend, to your firm and to any loved ones
and say that it should please you to stay with me until a month from now.
A month? Do you wish me to stay so long?
I will take no refusal.
I know that Jonathan does not want me to stay here with Lucy while he is away.
I thinks that if I become accustomed to the wealth and privileges of the Westenra family,
I will not be content as the wife of a mere clerk in a law firm.
But Lucy and I have been friends since we were children
and she has never minded that I'm only a school mistress.
How disgustingly awful!
Mina ...
Oh, Mina, you're always working.
Is your ambitious Jon Harker forcing you to learn that ridiculous machine
when he could be forcing you to perform unspeakable acts of desparate passion on the parlour floor?
Lucy, really! You shouldn't talk about my fiance in such a way.
There's more to marriage than carnal pleasure.
Oh, Mina, so I see--much, much more. Oh? Oh! That's...
What? What is it, Lucy? I certainly don't understand it.
Can a man and a woman really do that?
- I did only last night. - Fibber, you did not.
Yes, I did, well, in my dreams.
Jonathan measures up, doesn't he? You can tell Lucy.
We've kissed. That's all.
He thinks he's too poor to marry me.
And it's all the worst now that I'm here visiting you at Hillingham, my rich friend.
Yes, but not even one marriage proposal. Here I am, almost 20,
practically a hag!
Mr. Quincey P. Morris!
Look. What is that?
A Texan...Quincey P. Morris. He's so young and fresh,
- like a wild stallion between my legs. - You're positively indecent!
I just know what men desire. Watch.
- Quincey, darling. - Miss Lucy ...
- Why you're as fresh as the spring rain. - Oh, thank you.
Oh, Quincey, please let me touch it.
It's so big!
Little girl. Oh, my dear sweet little girl. I hold your hand and you've kissed me...
Jack! Oceans of love!
Oh, Jack, my darling! Oh, poor little baby. Come over here.
Come over here and I'll kiss it better. My poor little blossom.
My poor little doctor. Really, doctor.
- What a naughty bear. Let me feel... - Arthur Holmwood, Esquire.
Arthur! Oh, my darling.
- So sorry about your hat. - I'm shocked.
- It's my snake dress. - Is it really?
Lucy is a pure and virtuous girl, but I admit that her free way of speaking shocks me sometimes.
Jonathan says it's a defect of the aristocracy that they say what they please.
The truth is that I admire Lucy, and I'm not surprised that men flock around her.
I wish I were as pretty and as adored as she.
You are the love of my life.
What manner of man is this?
R. M. Renfield, successful solicitor in the firm of Hawkins and Thompkins,
respected member of the Lord Nugent's Wyndham Club.
Returns from business abroad in Transylvania -
- Promptly suffers a complete mental breakdown. He's now obsessed with some bloodlust.
George,
wait here.
Would you care for an hors d'oeuvre, Dr. Seward, or a canape?
- No, thank you, Mr. Renfield. How are you feeling tonight? - Far better than you, my lovesick doctor.
- Is my personal life of interest to you? - Of course it is. All life interests me.
- Your diet, Mr. Renfield, is disgusting! - Actually, they're perfectly nutritious.
You see, each life that I ingest gives life to me.
- The fly gives you life? - Certainly.
But you might as well ask a man to eat a molecule with a pair of chopsticks than to interest me in lesser carnivora.
I shall have to invent a new classification of the lunatic for you.
What about spiders? Spiders eat the flies.
- Yes, spiders eat them. - What about sparrows?
- Oh, yes. Did you say sparrows? - Something larger perhaps?
Oh, yes, a kitten, I beg you,
a little, sleek...a playful kitten... something I can teach,
something I can feed. No one would refuse me a kitten.
Wouldn't you prefer a cat?
Oh, yes, a big cat! My salvation depends upon it!
- Your salvation? - I need lives. I need lives for the Master.
What Master?
The Master will come,
- and he has promised to make me immortal. - How?
The blood is the life!
3Oth May, Castle Dracula: I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.
The Count, the way he looked at Mina's picture fills me with dread
as if I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me.
I didn't hear you come in.
Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think.
A foul bauble of man's... vanity.
Perhaps you should grow a beard
The letters I requested... have you finished them?
Good.
Should you leave these rooms, -
- you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle.
It is old and has many bad memories.
- Be warned. - I'm sure I understand.
Do not put your faith in such trinkets of deceit!
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England.
Our ways are not your ways.
And, to you, there shall be many strange things.
I've seen many strange things already. Bloody wolves chasing me through some blue inferno!
Listen to them.
The children of the night.
- What sweet music they make. - Music? Those animals?
I did as Dracula instructed. I wrote three letters
--to the firm, to my family, and to my beloved Mina.
I said nothing of my fears as he will read them, no doubt.
I know now that I am a prisoner.
Jonathan!
Jonathan, come to me!
Come!
Come! Lay down, lay back into my arms.
Lay back, Jonathan.
Dearest Mina, all is well here.
The Count has insisted I remain for a month to tutor him in English custom.
I can say no more except I love you. Ever faithful, Jonathan.
The letters I have written have undoubtedly sealed my doom.
The Count's gypsies, fearless warriors who are loyal to the death to whatever nobleman they serve,
day and night they toil, filling boxes with decrepit earth from the bowels of the castle.
They are to be delivered to his newly acquired Carfax Abbey in London.
Why do they fill these boxes with earth?
I love him, I love him!
Oh, Mina. It's so wonderful! I've decided!
- I love him, and I've said yes. - Finally! Don't tell me.
- The Texan with the big knife? - Oh, no, to my dear number three
Lord Arthur Holmwood. Lord and Lady Holmwood. Would you want to be my maid of honor? Say yes.
Mina, what is it? This is the most exciting day of my life.
- You don't seem to care. - It's just that I'm so terribly worried about Jonathan.
This letter I received is so cold. It's so unnatural. It's not like him at all.
Oh, Mina, don't worry.
CAPTAIN'S LOG, THE DEMETER, 27th June:
We picked up 50 boxes of experimental earth bound for London, England.
Set sail at nooninto a storm that seemed to come out of nowhere -
- carrying us out to sea.
3rd July: Second mate is gone missing. Nearing Gibraltar.
Storm continues. Crew uneasy,
believes someone or something is aboard the ship with us.
He is here! The Master of all life is at hand!
Gather round! I am here to do your bidding, Master!
I have worshipped you long and far off! Now that you are near, Master,
I am your slave! I await your command!
The case of Renfield grows more interesting.
Yet there is method in his madness, with his flies and spiders.
Had I the secret of even one such brilliant mind the key to the fantasy of one lunatic.
Lucy...
Lucy!