I'm weak. I strayed.
What did he do?
I caught him lifting up the sheets and looking at me.
Nothing but a filthy pervert. Martin.
Here you are.
Take him back to his cell and give him a you-know-what.
No, not another enema.
Yes, another and another until you come to your senses.
- I'll close the window. - Yes.
Good lad.
- Are you all right, dear? - Yes. I'm fine, Dr. Seward...
apart from this ghastly garlic.
I'm sorry, dear, but Van Helsing insists.
Oh, Lord!
Lucy...
I command you...
open the window.
Come.
Get in there, you filthy degenerate!
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. 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 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.
What? What are you... about?
Count Dracula! 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.
Count Dracula, allow me to introduce...
Prof. Abraham Van Helsing of London University.
He's a doctor of rare diseases, as well as theology and philosophy.
Und gynecology.
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. Curious.
Are you descended from Vlad Tepes, the first Dracula?
Tepes?
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 say, 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 will carry on this conversation at another time.
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?
Yes! 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 coming.
Oh, my God!
They made a mistake, a terrible mistake.
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?
I don't know what I believe.
But on the odd chance that Van Helsing's right...
I should never forgive myself if I didn't make sure.
All right, go ahead. But I think you're wasting your time.
Poppycock.
Jonathan.
Lucy?
Come away with me, Jonathan.
I know you've always wanted me...
and I have 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.
But, Lucy, I'm British.
But so are these.
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.
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 do it.
It must be done by one who loved her in life.
- I only liked her. - Close enough. Here.
Good boy. You can do it. Here.
Now place the point of the stake directly over her heart...
and hit as hard as you can.
Wait!
Now!
Oh, my God!
There's so much blood.
She just ate.
She's still alive.
- Hit her again. - No, I can't.
How much blood can she have left?
Go.
She's almost dead.
She's dead enough.
- This is ghastly. - Yes. You're right.
We should have put newspapers down.
What have I done?
What have I done to poor Lucy?
You have released her, my boy.
Now she sleeps in peace forever.
- Here. Clean yourself up. - Thank you.
Poor Lucy.
Here.
Keep it.
Essie...
your eyelids are growing heavy...
with sleep.
Sleep.
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.
- 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.
- Where's Mina? - She's all right. Fast asleep.
- Essie's sitting watch over her. - Good.
I'll just sit watch myself in front of her door.
Don't you think you ought to get cleaned up first?
Oh, yes. Quite right.
Do you mind using the service entrance?
There's a good chap.
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.
And now we shall do the dance of love.
You're good.
No hickies.
- Shouldn't we rouse her? - Yes, perhaps you're right.
Essie.
Hello. I must have 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? - Fine.
Here we are, then, safe and sound.
It's getting on. I better see to breakfast.
Where'd that come from?
I had the most extraordinary dreams last night.
I feel so different.
You look different, Mina.
Come.
Sit with me.
Closer.
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've never asked you before.
- Of course, my dear. Anything. - Good.
- Touch this. - Don't mind if I do.
What are you saying?
All right, you don't have to touch anything.
- I'll touch you. - No!
Stop this immediately.
What's come over you?
- I'm leaving. - No, please, don't go.
You're right.
Something is wrong with me and 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.
Mina, yes. Anything. What can I do?
Touch this.
Good morning, Mina. How did you...
Jonathan, take your hands off me.
Yes, take your hands off her.
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.
- She told me to touch it. - Harker!
You're a degenerate. I take you into my home.
You eat my food, 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 said!
- What is happening here? - Terrible doings.
I found Harker with his hands all over my daughter.
But she forced me to, sir. She's been behaving rather strangely.
It's as though she's been under some sort of a spell.
Spell?
That's a very lovely scarf you're wearing, Miss Mina.
Yes, I felt chilly this morning.
Excuse me.
May I have a look?
Just as I thought.
Like Lucy.
No, it's nothing.
I accidentally did it while I was pinning a shawl.
Really?
I have something for you, Miss Mina.
A present?
Sort of. Hold out your hand.
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. But it can 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, 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!
- May I take your cape, sir? - No, not my cape.
You may take my hat.
Thank you.
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.
She 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.
Master!
You're here.
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...
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!
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.
Come on!
Big finish.
You are a very wise man, Van Helsing...
for someone who has yet to live a single lifetime.
Get him!
Master!
I mean, mister!
You!
Where do you think you're going?
Professor!
- We must find him 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 along, old fly-eater.
We've searched Carfax Abbey from top to bottom. There's no trace of them.
What can we do, Professor? Where could he be?
I don't know.
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 feebleminded.
- No offense. - I understand.
Renfield will go straight to Dracula.
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 are up to. They think I'll lead them to the master.
I must outsmart them.
Lost them.
Gentlemen, we are fortunate.
- Why? - He's an imbecile. Come.
Master, I'm here.
Are you sure you were not followed?
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 nuncompoop.
I didn't know. I'm sorry, master. Punish me.
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've 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.
Break it open.
- Put your weight into it. - Doctor.
Okay.
They are too late.
Soon you will be my bride for eternity.
Don't stop.
Good, keep it up.
Harder.
The hinges are giving way.
Jonathan, duck.
Back.
Jonathan, get that stake.
A sharp wooden stick, anything.
Back.
Good.
Now drive it through his heart.
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'll 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!
Where am I?
- What's happened to Dracula? - He's dead.
And you're free.
Thank God.
You're my own sweet, innocent Mina again.
And I have you, my darling Jonathan, to thank for it.
And now, my dearest...
let me take you home.
Master!
I'm sorry.
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 now.
- I am? - Yes.
No one will ever control you again.
- You're right. - Good.
- Come, Renfield. - Yes, master.
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