The year, 1462. Constantinople had fallen.
Moslem Turks swept into Europe, threatening all of Christendom.
From Transylvania arose a Romanian knight.
Draculea.
On the eve of the battle, his bride, Elizabetha, -
- knew that he must face an insurmountable force-
- from which he might never return.
Elizabetha...
The vengeful Turks shot a message into the castle.
It told of Draculea's 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.
Renfield is deranged.
He's lost his mind, poor chap. Take over his foreign client,-
- this eccentric Count Dracula. He's buying up property in London.
Of course, sir. Thank you for your confidence.
This is a great opportunity, Harker. Leave for Transylvania immediately.
Opportunities such as this come but once in a lifetime.
May I enquire, what happened to Mr. Renfield in Transylvania?
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...
- We can be married when I return. - Of course.
- I will write. - Jonathan...
- Jonathan, I love you. - I love you, Mina.
25th May, Budapest. Left Budapest early this morning.
We're leaving the West...
We're traveling to the far east of the country.
To the border of Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina-
- in the Carpathian mountains. One of the wildest areas of Europe.
My friend, welcome to the Carpathians.
I am anxiously expecting you.
At the Borgo Pass, my carriage will await you.
I trust your journey from London has been a happy one.
And I hope you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.
Your friend... D.
Diary, 25th May. My dear Jonathan has been gone almost a week.
I wish we'd married before his departure, -
- but I am happy he was sent on this important mission.
It must be so nice to see strange countries.
I wonder if 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 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.
I have already dined and I never drink...
...wine.
An ancestor? I see a resemblance.
The order of the Dracul...
...is a 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.
No devil was greater than 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. Forgive me.
I 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 death.
There. You, Count...
...are the owner of Carfax Abbey. 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 predecessor, Mr. Renfield.
You may rely on me.
I'm curious. Why ten houses in such precise locations?
Is it to raise the market value?
Do you believe in destiny?
That even the powers of time-
- can be altered for a single purpose?
The luckiest man on earth is the one who finds... true love.
You found Mina. I thought she was lost.
We're to be married when I return. Are you married, Count?
Sir, are you married?
I was married once.
Ages ago, it seems. She died.
- I'm very sorry. - She was fortunate.
My life, at its best, is misery.
She will, no doubt, make a devoted wife...
...and you a faithful husband.
Come, write to your firm and any loved ones.
Say that it should please you to stay with me for a month.
A month? Do you wish me to stay so long?
I will take no refusal.
Diary. 30th May, 1897.
Jonathan does not want me to stay with Lucy while he is away.
If I become accustomed to the privileges of the Weston family, -
- he thinks I will not be content as the wife of a mere clerk.
But Lucy and I are friends.
She has never minded that I am only a schoolmistress.
Disgusting!
Mina...
Mina, you're always working.
Is your ambitious John Harker forcing you to learn that machine?
He could be forcing you into acts of passion on the parlor floor.
Lucy! You shouldn't talk about my fiancé in such a way.
There's more to marriage than carnal pleasures.
So I see... much, much more!
What is it, Lucy? I don't understand it.
Can man and 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.
It's all the worse now that I'm visiting you... my rich friend.
Yes, but not one marriage proposal, and 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.
- A wild stallion between my legs. - You're positively indecent!
I just know what men desire. Watch.
- Quincey, darling. - Miss Lucy...
You're as fresh as a spring rain.
Quincey, please let me touch it.
It's so big.
My dear, sweet little girl. I hold your hand, and you've kissed me.
Jack! Oceans of love...
Oh, my poor little baby!
Come over here, my poor little blossom.
My poor, little, brilliant doctor.
- What a naughty bear. - Arthur Holmwood, Esquire.
My darling.
I'm so sorry about your hat.
This is my snake dress.
Lucy is a pure and virtuous girl, but she does shock me sometimes.
Jonathan says a defect of the rich is that they say what they please.
But I admire Lucy and I'm not surprised 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.N. Renfield, successful solicitor in the firm of Hawkins & Thompkins.
Member of the Wyndham Club.
He returns from business abroad in Transylvania-
- and suffers a mental breakdown. He's obsessed with some bloodlust.
George.
Wait here.
Would you care for an hors d'oeuvre, doctor, or a canapé?
- No, thank you. How are you? - Better than my love-sick doctor.
- Does my private life interest you? - Of course. All life interests me.
- Your diet is disgusting. - They're perfectly nutritious.
Each life that I ingest gives back life to me.
- A fly gives you life? - Certainly.
You'll eat molecules with chopsticks before I eat the lesser carnivorae.
I shall have to invent a new classification of lunatic for you.
What about spiders? Spiders eat the flies.
- Yes, spiders eat them. - What about sparrows?
- Yes... did you say sparrows? - Something larger perhaps?
Oh yes... A kitten. I beg you!
A little, sleek, playful kitten. Something I can teach.
Something I can feed. Don't refuse me.
Wouldn't you prefer a cat?
Yes! A big cat! My salvation depends upon it.
- Your salvation? - Yes, lives for the Master.
Master? What master?
The Master will come.
- He's promised to make me immortal. - How?
The blood is the life!
Blood is the life!
30th May, Castle Dracula. I think things that I dare not confess.
The way the Count looked at Mina's picture fills me with fear.
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. 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 written them?
Good.
Should you leave these rooms,-
- you will not 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 strange things already. Wolves chasing me! A 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.
Lay down. Lay back into my arms.
Lay back, Jonathan.
What is this? Charlatans!
Dearest Mina, all is well here.
The Count has insisted that I remain here for a month.
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, loyal to the death to whomever they serve.
Day and night, they fill boxes with earth from the castle's cellar.
They are to be delivered to Carfax Abbey in London.
Why do they fill these boxes with earth?
I love him!
Mina, it's so wonderful. I've decided.
- I love him and I've said yes! - Finally.
- The Texan with the big knife? - No, to my number three.
Lord Arthur Holmwood. You're to be my maid of honor.
Mina, what is it? It's the most exciting day of my life.
- You don't seem to care. - I'm so worried about Jonathan.
This letter I received is so cold. It's not like him at all.
Mina, don't worry.
Captain's log, the Demeter. 27th June, 1897.
We picked up 50 boxes of earth bound for London, England.
We set sail at noon into a storm that seemed to come from nowhere, -
- carrying us out to sea.
3rd July. Second mate is 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 from afar, but now you are near.
I am your slave. I await your command.
The Renfield case grows more interesting.
There is method in his madness, with his flies and spiders.
Had I the secret of even one such brilliant mind...
Lucy...
Lucy!
No, do not see me!
Lucy...
- I couldn't control myself. - You're dreaming. Sleepwalking.
My soul... It seemed to leave my body.
There was this agonizing feeling.
- I started shaking. - It's all right, you're dreaming.
It pulled me and lured me. I had no control.
Those red eyes. I still have the taste of his blood in my mouth.
Master, I'm here to do your bidding.
Master, I am here. I have worshipped you.
The vampire, like any other night-creature, -
- can move about by day, but during this time his powers are weak.
See the amazing cinematograph.
A wonder of modern civilization. The latest sensation.
The attraction of the century. The new wonder of the world.
See the amazing cinematograph.
See me.
See me now.
Escaped wolf still at large! Paper, sir?
Thank you, sir.
My humblest apologies. Forgive my ignorance.
I am recently arrived from abroad, and I do not know your city.
- As a beautiful lady... - Purchase a street atlas. Good day.
I have offended you.
I'm looking for the cinematograph. The wonder of the civilized world.
If you seek culture, visit a museum. London is filled with them.
A woman so lovely and intelligent should not be walking alone.
Do I know you, sir?
Are you acquainted with my husband? Shall I call the police?
Husband? I shall bother you no more.
Sir...
It is I who have been rude. If you're looking...
Permit me to introduce myself.
I am Prince Vlad of Sachait.
- A prince, no less. - I am your servant.
Wilhelmina Murray.
I am honored, Madam Mina.
This way.
Mr. Holmwood asked me to stop by to see Miss Lucy.
Dr. Seward, Miss Lucy.
Jack! Brilliant Jack! Do you like it?
Did Arthur put you up to this? Or did you want me alone?
Lucy, I'm here as your doctor. Your fiancé is worried about you.
A doctor's confidence is sacred. I must have your complete trust.
Help me, Jack. I don't know what's happening to me.
I'm changing. I can feel it.
I can hear everything. I can hear the servants whispering.
I hear mice in the attic stomping like elephants.
But I'm having horrible nightmares. The eyes...
- Jack... - I'm here. Nothing will harm you.
- Let it work. - Thank you...
Jack, kiss me.
Lucy is hotter than a June bride riding bareback in the Sahara.
Watch your colonial tongue.
Hello, Jack. How's our lovely patient today?
- Frankly, I'm confounded. - Jack, are you still brooding?
- It must be something mental. - How very droll. Did you hear that?
Last week he wanted to marry her, now he wants to have her committed.
Let's have a look at her.
I'm at a loss, I admit.
I've cabled Abraham van Helsing, the metaphysician-philosopher.
- He sounds like a witch doctor. - He studies obscure diseases.
He's my teacher and mentor.
Do it, man. Bring him here. Spare no expense.
Astounding. There are no limits to science.
How can you call this science?
Do you think Madame Curie would invite such comparisons?
I shouldn't have come here. I must go.
Do not fear me.
Stop this!
My God, who are you? I know you.
I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
Come here, Mina.
He likes you.
There is much to be learned from beasts.
A vampire bat must consume ten times its own weight in blood each day,-
- or its own blood cells will die.
Cute little vermin.
Blood, and diseases of the blood such as syphilis concern us here.
The very name venereal diseases, the diseases of Venus,-
- imputes to them divine origin. They involve the sex problem,-
- about which the ethics and ideals of Christianity are concerned.
Civilization and syphilization have advanced together.
- What is this? - It's from the telegraph.
Thank you. Gentlemen, that will be all.
Dawn. These may be the last words I write in this journal.
Dracula has left me with these women, these devils of the pit.
They drain my blood to keep me weak, so I cannot escape.
I will try one last time today to find a passageway to the river.
I must leave this cursed land where the Devil's children walk.
I do attest that at this point, I, Abraham van Helsing, -
- became personally involved in these strange events.
Professor van Helsing. How good of you to come.
I always come to a friend in need. Tell me about your case.
She has the usual anemic signs. Her blood is normal, yet it is not.
- She manifests repeated blood loss. - Blood loss? How?
Close the doors!
My God, she is only a child.
My God!
She must have a transfusion at once. Take off your jacket.
- You know how to tie a tourniquet. - You perfected a procedure.
No, I only experimented. Landsteiner's method.
Animals, goats, sheep...
If hemolysis occurs in the serum, her red blood cells will explode,-