[♪♪♪]
[BIRD CAWING]
[♪♪♪]
WOMAN: Hear ye, great demons of hell.
Watch over these,
[OVER SPEAKER] thy disciples.
Give them thy power
over frail mankind.
Thus do we dedicate ourselves to your service and your commands.
We accept your guidance
[OVER SPEAKER] and your mighty power.
By the nameless monsters
of the lower depths are you called.
[KNOCKING]
[SLIGHT RUSTLING]
[MAN GROANING]
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH GROANING]
[BEEPING]
[EXTERIOR ALARM RINGING]
[PANTING]
[BEEPING]
Each time the same...
Obscene...
S-Some power...
S-S-Something greater
than...
You're sure John Porter was there?
You are sure it was John Porter?
S-Sure...
INJURED MAN: And they had filthy, obscene rites,
a sort of altar,
a young girl on it,
naked.
She lies there waiting for the sacrifice:
a cockerel to be killed.
[GASPS]
They...
They call on the name of the devil.
They seem, seem to take strength
from their own blasphemy.
You want...
proof?
I've got photos.
Five of them...
All... All involved.
All right, now let's go through it again.
Tell me more about this ritual.
He should never have gone in,
putting him in as one of the guards.
They must have been picked men.
He was bound to be caught.
He volunteered.
Nobody volunteers in this department.
Does he still maintain that John Porter was there?
Yes, he seems to be certain about that.
Porter and four others. Five men in all.
It's going to make life difficult
for all of us, isn't it?
Because he's a minister of the crown?
Because the Right Honorable John Porter
has direct responsibility for this department.
Perhaps he just forgot about us.
MAN: In any case, we have no proof,
no real proof.
A group of middle-aged men indulging themselves
in some sort of sick orgy,
- that's what we've got. - Maybe the proof's in there.
Even if it is, we don't know if we can use it.
So that poor devil is simply suffering
for absolutely nothing.
"That poor devil" isn't suffering any longer.
He's dead.
It's a miracle he lasted as long as he did.
Obviously he'd been systematically beaten
- and tortured. - Yes, thank you, Doctor.
Let me have your written report later.
I don't suppose anyone will be allowed to claim him,
will they?
Usual routine? False name on the death certificate?
Let the departmental whip round for the burial.
Would you like to hear this played back now, sir?
- No. Not now. - But leave it here.
Get this down to the photo lab.
Tell them to make prints of anything that's come out.
Anything at all.
Have the tape transcribed later and, ah...
then put it in the red dossier
and file it in the number two security vault under seal.
Yes, sir.
Number two vault, eh?
You really are going to close the door on this whole issue?
I might have to.
As far as the department's concerned,
as far as I'm concerned, officially.
What's that supposed to mean?
Er, I've called somebody in to give you a hand.
Someone who doesn't have our resources,
but does have a certain independence,
political independence.
A man called Murray, Inspector Murray.
Scotland Yard?
Special branch.
Don't worry, he's all right. He knows his job.
Oh, that's comforting.
Inside this room you have my blessing and my cooperation,
outside, you're on your own.
And I mean that.
Put a foot wrong and the powers-that-be will finish you.
You'll probably join Hanson.
Thanks.
[♪♪♪]
We've been running some routine security checks
on some listed V.I.P.'s.
We got a whisper on the grapevine that some
of them may have been visiting a house in Croxted Heath,
visiting it regularly.
We didn't know who they were.
This is the place.
Pelham House. Headquarters of what has always been regarded
as a harmless organization.
"Psychical examination and research group."
PERG for short.
So you sent an operative in undercover.
TORRENCE: Yes. Hanson.
He witnessed a couple of, uh, pretty weird sessions.
Hear ye, great demons of Hell.
Watch over these, thy disciples.
Give them thy power over frail mankind.
Thus do we dedicate ourselves to your service and your commands.
Thus, with this baptism of blood...
[MOANING]
...to walk in the eternal footsteps
of the cursed
to know the inner secrets of those
who move beyond the realms of the unknown
and into the precincts of Hades.
Yesterday they rumbled him and tried to make him talk.
So they're alerted now.
What is it, an espionage network?
That must be our assumption.
Moscow or Peking?
Well, we don't know. Nothing ties in.
There's no single known link.
And there's no whispers from any informers.
From the photo lab.
They found, ah, five exposures on the microfilm.
Bit blurry, but they've given them special processing.
Right, thanks, Jane.
The transcriptions?
All finished, sir. Sealed and vaulted.
Thank you. You can't have had much rest
in the last twelve hours. You'd better cut along home.
Thank you, sir.
Turn off the light as you go out, will you, Jane?
Well?
No doubt about that one. General Sir Arthur Freeborne,
Imperial General Staff.
[MOANING]
Thus by the 6,000 terrors of hell are you anointed.
Good Lord!
MATTHEWS: So Hanson was right.
Well, that's Porter, isn't it?
TORRENCE: Yes. The Right Honorable John Porter, M.P.
Minister with special responsibilities
for our security services.
Pity he didn't stick
to collecting spiders.
[MOANING]
Thus by the nameless monsters of the lower depths are you called.
A nod from him and a dozen civil service pensions
go out the window, including mine.
TORRENCE: He could dissolve this department in two seconds flat.
So that's why you're working without official sanction.
He's not too difficult, either.
Lord Carradine. Next to the church and the government,
one of the biggest landowners in England.
MATTHEWS: Still owns half of London.
[MOANING]
By the seven lords of darkness are you damned.
Professor Julian Keeley.
Not the Nobel Prize winner?
Yes, I'm sure it is.
Expert in the fields of bacteriology,
germ warfare,
and diseases of the blood.
MATTHEW: Runs the Keeley Foundation here in London.
[MOANING]
And seven times seven damned again.
Thus to defy the common laws of man and righteousness.
There were five photos, Peter. Let's have the fifth.
Well, what's this?
TORRENCE: He slipped up over this one.
He spoke of five men.
Well, he was punchy, he had a hell of a beating.
It's a wonder we got anything at all out of him.
It could only have been four.
It's enough.
I'll have the dossiers released on Keeley and Porter
and the others.
I'll, ah, see what can be dug up.
I've never seen the colonel nervous.
Perhaps the colonel's never had
quite so much provocation before.
[♪♪♪]
Ah! Oh!
[TIRES SQUEAL]
[SCREAMING]
HANSON [ON RECORDING]: The baptism of blood
it acts on them like,
like some kind of drug.
[SCREAMING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
HANSON [CRYING]: The girl dies.
The woman... puts her cloak over her.
All of them.
The blood...
It's like pour, pour, pouring from the wound.
This blood...
It... [SWITCHES OFF RECORDER]
- Blood. - Eh?
There's a man I worked with once.
He's an academic type, but he knows about this sort of thing.
Professor Lorrimer Van Helsing.
He's a university lecturer in anthropology
in Eastern European history.
He's a scientist.
And, what may prove to be even more important to us:
he's an authority on the occult.
He really knows about the black arts, satanic rites and, ah...
- And what? - Other things.
HANSON [ON RECORDING]: Crosses.
They have inverted crosses marked in blood,
and as the woman goes to the altar,
there is a strange power there,
filling the whole house.
I felt it.
A strong, weird power.
Death is no prison to those who have given their souls
to the Prince of Darkness.
[♪♪♪]
Hobgoblins and witches and things that go bump
in the night.
Yes.
Well, hobgoblins are fantasy creatures of the nursery,
Mr. Torrence.
As for witches, they certainly exist,
although 90 percent of them are charlatans.
Things do go bump in the night.
Quite often.
Well, what do you think, professor?
Is it just a black mass ritual?
No.
No, not exactly.
In the Dark Ages, the worship of natural substances
was quite common.
The soil, water, sands of the desert, various plants,
but the strongest cults were those
that worshipped the most mystical substance of all:
the fountainhead of life itself.
The glorification of blood.
Thank you.
More often than not, human blood.
Now what your man Hanson witnessed
was a very ancient ritual ceremony.
It has all the elements:
the slaughter of the cockerel,
the inherent vileness of evil triumphant,
the obscenities,
the marking of the supplicants,
the human sacrifice.
Now that, of course, could be faked,
but it's the symbolism that counts.
The worship of blood.
Well, I can understand young kids taking a fly at it
just for kicks,
but we're talking about sophisticated, mature adults.
It isn't unique.
The notorious Hellfire Club of the Eighteenth Century
was comprised solely of the elite brains of this country.
The wisest men of Asia were firmly convinced
that human blood was the elixir of youth.
And those who adhere to the cult of vampirism
are usually sophisticated, mature adults.
These are the people who fully realize
its tremendous potential.
One of these men could be the motivating force,
the menace... and the power.
Are these men involved in this whole business
because they are under some kind of threat?
- Or drugs? - Or hypnosis.
This particular evil is more potent and more addictive
than heroin, I assure you.
And the end result is just as fatal.
I'd like to see inside Pelham House.
Yes, but they're already alerted.
Coffee, Grandfather?
What a pleasant surprise. Thank you.
You know my granddaughter, inspector?
Yes, indeed.
It's nice to see you again, Jessica.
Hello.
Jessica, this is Mr. Peter Torrence.
Excuse me.
Jessica is my right hand.
Sometimes I think she knows more about my work
than I do myself.
There's little sense in trying to keep secrets from her.
She has an ingrained curiosity,
the hallmark of a true scientist.
Do you take milk and sugar in your coffee, Mr. Torrence?
No. Plain black.
Thank you.
I still think it could be worth a trip out to Croxted Heath.
What?
Pelham House.
I'd still like to have a look inside.
Ah, Professor Julian Keeley.
You know him?
Well, I've met him.
He's been here once or twice.
But you know him, Grandfather.
You know him very well.
Is that true, sir?
Yes, I know him.
We met at Oxford.
He was reading biochemistry.
But when I saw that photograph, I just couldn't believe it,
not Keeley.
I was going to tell you... later.
Old college chums and all that.
I thought I might see him first. Speak to him.
Find out if he's really involved.
Why not? Eh?
Well, it's worth a try.
The chances are that a friend could get more out of him
than you or I.
Yes, it's worth a try.
[♪♪♪]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Julian.
I've finished. It's all finished. I've finished it.
[GLASS SHATTERS]
Hello, Julian. It's Lorrimer.
Oh, Lorrimer.
Lorrimer Van Helsing.
Oh.
You told me any time I was passing...
Lorrimer... Van Helsing.
It's not terribly convenient just now.
What I mean is...
I happened to be in the neighborhood
- and just thought I'd pop in. - Very busy, I...
On what?
What are you working on these days?
I must say you have some splendid equipment here.
I'm sorry if I startled you.
I was concentrating.
Leave that, will you?
What's wrong, Julian?
Nothing, uh...
Nothing.
I'm...
just a bit tense, Lorrimer,
you know:
sleepless nights,
mental fatigue.
I...
I have been ill.
A sort of temporary breakdown, but I'll be over it soon.
My dear chap, I'm so sorry.
The... project.
I had a deadline, you see.
It had to be completed by the 23rd
of this month.
Always fighting the clock.
But I did what they wanted me to.
And I've still time to spare.
All the answers...
just came quite suddenly.
It happens like that occasionally, doesn't it?
There is still time before the 23rd, isn't there?
[♪♪♪]
[BUMPING]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[SCREAMING]
Evil rules, you know.
It really does.
Evil and violence are the only two measures
that hold any power.
Look at the world.
Chaos.
It is a preordained pattern.
Violence. Greed.
Intolerance. Sloth.
Jealousy.
The Deadly Sins.
Or "The Deadly Virtues."
The supreme being is the devil, Lorrimer.
Serve him and he offers you immortality.
He removes death.
The common enemy.
Nothing is too vile.
Nothing is too dreadful, too awful.
You need to know the terror.
The horror, Lorrimer.
You need to feel the thrill of disgust,
the beauty of obscenity.
Julian!
In God's name!
What is it you're working on?
[CRYING]
- Veneratio il sanguis sanctus. - Julian!
Help me. Help me, Lorrimer.
Julian!
These notes, they refer to a new strain of bacillus pestis.
Bubonic plague!
The black death.
Not a cure for it.
Not a preventative technique,
but a means of accelerating it.
It was necessary.
I had to do it.
I found the new strain,
bacillus pestis,
but more virulent than any known specie.
I grew the bacillae in agar,
and then exposed them to radioactive neutrons.
[CRYING]
Any infected creature
suffers the most indescribable symptoms.
The flesh literally rots on the bones.
And the contagion
spreads by touch like wildfire.
Everything accelerates beyond any imagination.
Within seconds the disease takes hold of the whole system.
And the bacillae is growing in those petri dishes?
They are now fully matured.
They can live in a saline solution indefinitely.
Why the plague bacillus, Julian?
You, Professor Julian Keeley, awarded the Nobel Prize
for Science and Humanity.
Why, Julian?
You're going to tell me who commissioned you to work
on this, this atrocity,
and what is so important to you and to them
about the 23rd of this month.
Otherwise, I shall have no alternative
but to report this whole matter to the higher authorities.
[♪♪♪]
Don't blame me.
It's not my fault.
They threatened me.
My work's all finished.
[♪♪♪]
Dear God.
Look, you heard what my grandfather said.
I know his work.
I might spot something you could overlook.
I'm sorry, Jessica, it's just out of the question.
We're not playing games.
Actually, there is a way
you could be of use to us, Jessica.
- How? - By waiting here.
And if by some chance we shouldn't be back
within an hour, get Gadsby, at the Yard, on 356,
and tell him what happened, will you?
And, um, be quiet.
[BIRD CAWING]
State your name and business, please.
Ah, Murray. Inspector Murray. Police.
[BEEPING]
Well, you are the law.
What is it?
- Police, ma'am. - WOMAN: Police?
What can the police possibly want with us?
Well, apparently there was, ah, some sort of disturbance
in the roadway just outside your gates last night.
Some nearby residents complained.
There are no nearby residents.
It was a very still night.
Perhaps the sound carried.
Didn't you hear anything?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.
Some hooligans on motorcycles.
I hardly thought it worth reporting.
Well, the complainants felt that the hooligans
might be using this house as, ah, a rallying point.
It's ridiculous, of course, but, er,
we have to look into these things.
How very bizarre!
They are supposed to hide in the dark corners
of Pelham House, are they?
[♪♪♪]
[GASPS]
[♪♪♪]
[JESSICA CRYING]
[FABRIC TEARS]
[SCREAMING]
[SOBBING]
Oh, please, let's get out of here.
Oh, please, take me away.
Peter, please!
Oh, don't leave me here.
Oh, please!
- Help me, help me. - Janine.
Stop him! She's a vampire.
Peter!
Pull yourself free, man.
I can't.
[SCREAMING]
[♪♪♪]
[GUNSHOT]
VAN HELSING: Keeley behaved like a man demented, obsessed,
utterly lost.
All but the last vestige of sanity had left him.
His words were prompted by some force,
some nightmare outside himself.
There is a shadow, a specter that haunts us.
Murray, why the hell didn't you get your people
to raid Pelham House? You should have called them
the moment you got out of the damned place.
- Well, sir, as a matter of fact... - I'm sorry, colonel,
Inspector Murray was quite right.
By the time the police could have got there,
- they would have found nothing. - Nothing?
What about that Chinese woman?
What about all those unfortunate creatures in the cellar?
We're not dealing with ordinary criminals, Colonel Matthews,
nor with enemy agents.
These people have powers beyond anything you can imagine.
Didn't help Professor Keeley.
No, he's out of it now, anyway.
One down and three to go.
The Keeley Foundation,
who started it? Whose money is behind it?
Thank you.
Some tycoon called Denham.
D.D. Denham.
Very little known about him.
He lives in the heart of the Denham building.
No thank you.
He allows no press interviews or photographs.
- A recluse. - Denham?
Mean something?
A link, possibly a miniature one.
Yes, here we are. The Denham group of companies.
Chemicals, oils, banks.
The board of directors: Denham himself,
the Right Honorable John Porter
Lord Carradine.
General Freeborne?
- And Keeley. - And Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
The fifth man.
Denham. Perhaps Hanson was right.
I think he was.
You've already seen the manifestation of vampirism.
The cult lives. It breathes.
It spreads its vileness like a contagion,
like the plague.
Now my family has fought this corruption
for generations.
Each time it was destroyed
so it has risen again like the phoenix,
but hell-bent on revenge. Only this time,
this time I believe it's not merely a personal vendetta,
but something infinitely more far-reaching.
The plague bacillus, Pelham House,
the mental destruction of intellectuals
such as Professor Keeley and the others,
it is all an integral part of a means to a definite end.
A real force.
The shadow I spoke of is more sinister,
more obscene, than any monstrosity you can think of.
Lord of corruption, master of the undead.
Count Dracula! [♪♪♪]
MATTHEWS: Is there really such a creature?
You should have been in that bloody cellar, colonel.
Incredible!
My department is being closed down on the orders
of John Porter. Half my staff have been arrested.
Two have been killed.
They've labeled us subversives
and the heavies are damn well looking for us.
And all this because of a, a vampire?
Van Helsing, for God's sake.
Jessica, you should be resting.
Oh, I'm all right, Grandfather.
I destroyed Count Dracula once.
It was more than two years ago
in St. Bartolph's churchyard,
but this creature can live again by reincarnation.
It requires a disciple.
Someone well-versed in the ritual.
The Chinese woman, Chin Yang.
Possibly.
She would have to know the exact location of Dracula's grave.
I passed the site of St. Bartolph's tonight.
The churchyard has long since vanished.
An office block has been built there now.
That new building is about two years old.
If it's been there for two years...
That means this thing's been around since then.
So it would seem.
And those women in the cellar,
their names had probably been on the files
of your missing persons bureau for two years.
Anyway, that new office block belongs to the Denham group
of companies.
Now, I don't know whether the fifth guest was D.D. Denham,
but this I do know:
Vampires are spectral creatures,
their image casts no reflection in a mirror,
nor can the lens of the camera record their likeness.
So there was someone there.
Or some thing.
Your man Hanson saw it, but his camera couldn't record it.
How the hell do you fight a vampire?
Cloves of garlic?
There are many ways.
The symbols of good are used to combat the forces of evil.
The crucifix,
the word of God as written in the Holy Bible,
clear running water symbolizing purity
and it lives in mortal dread of silver.
Anything else?
The hawthorn tree,
which provided Christ with his crown of thorns,
the light of day...
And a wooden stake driven through the heart.
What about the 23rd, the date that Keeley mentioned?
Yes, indeed, the 23rd of this month,
that, I fear, is the worst of all.
It is the sabbath for the undead.
What significance has that?
There are satanic circles which govern our fate,
and the fate of this earth,
perhaps even this universe.
Now, throughout history,
there are certain times, certain dates
which are marked by awesome catastrophes.
Each event is carefully plotted, and a definite pattern emerges.
Every disaster this world has ever suffered
coincides with a point wherein these circles meet and cross.
In this century alone they heralded the outbreak
of two devastating world wars.
And another disaster is imminent?
It could be.
The 23rd, that's the day after tomorrow!
This must happen tomorrow at midnight.
Might even sooner.
At that hour, the devil holds a balance of power.
He marshals his disciples
the living and the dead.
In satanic covens it is the celebration
of supreme blasphemy: the sabbath for the undead.
I've heard of the witches sabbath.
No. This date is much more important. It's more profound,
even more significant than the Night of Walpurgis.
Now, Keeley said the bacillus had to be ready
by the 23rd.
Why?
A date chosen by Dracula himself.
The 23rd day of this eleventh month.
The emerging pattern, do you see?
The night of the Soulless ones.
And in the turmoil and fear that follows,
a group of warped men emerge to take control:
a politician, a soldier, an industrialist, a landowner.
But Dracula would eventually end up with a totally barren earth?
But with only diseased and dead bodies to feed on
surely even the vampire himself would perish.
Perhaps deep in his subconscious
that is what he really wants:
an end to it all.
He is an accursed immortal,
existing on violence, fear and dread.
But supposing, now just supposing he yearns
for final peace? What then?
He'd want to bring down the whole universe with him,
the ultimate revenge.
Thousands dying of the plague,
like the shadow of death itself,
one figure scything its way through the terror
and anguish:
Count Dracula.
It is the biblical prophesy of Armageddon.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
It all seems so unbelievable by the light of day.
But it's not.
Hm.
Well, what's going on?
We're not doing any good hanging around here.
Professor Van Helsing is still at home.
I'm with the colonel down in the car.
It's all this damned hanging around.
Yes, I know.
[BIRD CAWING]
Well, they're all right, sir.
A bit impatient, of course, but...
Colonel?
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
[BIRD CAWS]
It'll be getting dark soon.
We should have heard something by now.
[♪♪♪]
It's a sniper. Get down.
That was a bullet.
- I didn't hear a shot. - He's using a silencer.
Could be anywhere.
We'd better get the hell out of here.
If he gets us pinned down...
[GUNSHOT] Oh!
Run like hell!
[♪♪♪]
[COCKS GUN]
[JESSICA SCREAMS]
Come on, Jessie, the road can't be far away.
I can't. I can't. Ah!
Look, Jessica, he's only playing with us.
He could pick us off at any time.
Now, come on.
Come on!
Thank God the colonel's car's still there. Come on.
Come on, come on! Let's get the engine started.
Let's get moving.
- No! - Ah!
Good evening. I'd like to see Mr. Denham.
Mr. D.D. Denham.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. No one sees Mr. Denham.
No one at all. Ever.
If you were to mention my name, I'm sure he'd see me.
Van Helsing.
Waste of time, sir, I assure you.
[PHONE RINGS]
Excuse me.
Security reception.
Yes, sir, but my standing instructions...
Uh, yes, sir.
You're to go up to Mr. Denham's private apartment, sir.
Thank you.
Doesn't that thing make you feel self-conscious?
All part of the job.
Take the lift and press the, the red button.
It'll stop right outside his suite.
And, sir, um, you're not carrying a camera, are you?
- My instructions. - No. No camera.
[EASTERN EUROPEAN ACCENT] Professor Van Helsing?
Mr. Denham?
I have been expecting you.
I rather thought you might.
Please, sit down.
I have been expecting you
ever since Julian Keeley took his own life.
Or was he murdered?
He was a servant of this foundation.
I am the master.
His nerves failed him.
The project he was working on was enough
to shatter anyone's nerve.
It is merely a deterrent. Nothing more.
There is a group of us
who are determined that the decadence
of the present day can and will be halted.
A new political regime is planned
to lend weight to one's arguments.
Amidst the rush and whirl of humanity,
it is sometimes necessary to be persuasive.
Persuasive?
Oh, there are a few vague rituals,
it is true. A little occultism,
a touch of mysticism at Pelham House, nothing more.
Evil begets evil.
There is an unholy aura in this place.
And it is not a question of "a little occultism"
or "a touch of mysticism," Mr. Denham.
It is vampirism.
And there is a host of damned souls at Pelham House.
What are you going to do with me?
You can't let me go, can you?
I know too much.
Do you mind if I smoke?
It's a bad habit, I know, but...
it helps me to concentrate.
I'm sorry.
Am I to suffer the same fate as Professor Keeley?
You are an interfering man, professor.
Do not meddle,
or you will have to deal with me.
[SEARING] [COUNT DRACULA SCREAMING]
You are Count Dracula!
Of course.
Mr. Denham, the powerful recluse.
Here you are safe.
No one expects to see him, not in the daytime.
Soli Deo gloria.
Nisi Dominus frustra.
Foolish man, bullets cannot harm me.
A silver bullet, Dracula.
[COCKS GUN]
- Kill him! - He threatened you.
It cannot be made so simple for him.
Not for Van Helsing.
Nor for his granddaughter.
[MOANING]
Where's Jessica?
I have her hidden away.
Well, I suggest you go and find her.
I will. I promise you, but first you must help me.
Help you?
I, too, want to get away from this place.
I'm as much a prisoner as you are.
Yeah, but, but you live here.
Not by choice.
[SPEAKING CHINESE]
[♪♪♪]
In God's name!
[SCREAMING]
[GRUNTING]
[SQUEALING]
Ah!
[MOANS]
[HISSES]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Jessica.
Please, God.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
On this, the eve of the sabbath of the undead,
I call upon you to witness my supreme triumph.
Van Helsing,
I choose the spawn of your blood to be my consort.
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The instrument of my final conquest,
swifter, more awesome than the black death:
the plague.
In the first moments, every muscle, every fiber,
will be afire with torment and agony.
In the days to come
you will pray for death.
Release.
And so you'll destroy every living soul on this earth
and are left with an empty world to command.
Is that what you want, Count Dracula?
A last blaze of utter horror and violence?
The ghastly annihilation of an entire planet?
Is this your own death wish?
I have chosen four messengers of death,
four horsemen of my created apocalypse,
four carriers of the plague
who will infect their miserable brethren.
You, Van Helsing, are now one of the four.
The body of your granddaughter will never be corrupted.
It will be her joy to walk at my side.
"Four carriers"?
Us? Do you mean us?
You said you would use the plague only as a deterrent.
To hold governments to ransom.
- You promised us power. - We served you faithfully.
Silence!
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The girl that you love is mine already,
and through her you will yet do my bidding.
In your name,
for you, everything we did exactly
as we were commanded.
In return, you promi...
[CLOCK CHIMING] Oh, oh!
[SCREAMS]
Are you open to any deals?
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[YELLING]
[EXPLODING]
Murray! Get Jessica away. Get her away, man. Hurry.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
My revenge has been spread over centuries and has just begun!
No!
Jessica.
[FABRIC TEARS]
TORRENCE: How the hell do you fight a vampire?
VAN HELSING: There are many ways.
The symbols of good are used to combat the forces of evil.
The hawthorn tree,
which provided Christ with his crown of thorns...
Count Dracula.
Dracula!
Dracula.
[FABRIC RIPS]
[SCREAMING]
[FABRIC RIPS]
[GROANING]
Oh!
[GRUNTS]
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