Mystery and Imagination (1966) - full transcript

- Free my arms...please...
Just for a moment.

- I'm thirsty. It's hot.
- You got water there.

- I can't drink like this!

Bert, hello, give us a hand.

- What?
- Number 34.

34?
Missed a calmer night...

- Who's he want?
- Wants a drink.

I must have my arms free.
I must have my arms free.

Doctor said not to...

Still, he's having his dinner
party upstairs, isn't he?

All he wants is a drink of water.
Might shut him up then.



- Please, Rowse, just a drink.
I'm better now.

Needs another drink.

Thank you.

If you just free my arms.

I'm better now.
There are two of you.

Come on then.

Over here, that's it.
That's right.

- Undo it.
- That's it.

- Back!
- Stop him! Stop, he's getting free!

Get him back!

- Oh, thank you, Mrs. H.
- Thank you, sir.

Master!

Master!

- Couldn't hold him, sir.
- It's all right. It's all right.



Get up.

You will go back to your room.

Now.

- Do you know him?
- No, Dr. Seward.

But you...

I must beg your pardon, Doctor,

and ladies,

and yours...sir.

Count Dracula, are you sure you...?

I have not the pleasure of this
gentleman's acquaintance, Dr. Seward.

Come dear ladies, sit down.

Now gently, it's all over.
There's no more danger.

Just sit quietly and
you'll be quite all right.

There we are.

Count, it seems impossible
to believe...

The mind has long been a subject
of interest to me, Dr. Seward.

I've found your own treatise on
the subject quite fascinating.

Though, may I say,
simply as an amateur,

I beg to differ with you
on certain questions.

Indeed?
Oh, Mrs. H, there's some broken glass.

There's no panic, but I
wonder if you could clean it up?

Mrs. Weston, pray accept my
profoundest apologies.

- Oh, that poor, poor man.

I think we might all be more
comfortable in the study.

- Oh, yes.
- Yes, of course.

Ah, dear lady, are you sure
there's nothing I can get you?

Oh, no thank you no, John.

I'm sure Lucy and I will
be quite comfortable.

well, I think the evening's been
somewhat disrupted now,

I'll get Roberts to take
you both home.

No, John, that won't be necessary.

We told Radley to be here by nine.

Tell me, what do you know
of that poor fellow,

or does my curiosity
press some professional etiquette?

Well, he was the sole survivor
of a Russian barque called

'The Demeter' which was wrecked off
the west cliff a month or so ago.

He appears to be English,
and that's all we know of him.

- Count Dracula, did you not journey
from Varna aboard The Demeter?

- Yes indeed Miss Weston,

- but I was fortunate enough to
disembark at Rotterdam.

- I had some business
to attend to.

- Could you perhaps have encountered
my patient on your voyage?

- He may have joined the ship
after I left it.

In any event I saw very little
of either passengers or crew,

my habit being, as you know, nocturnal.

The daylight is painful to me.

- Oh, poor Count!
Can nothing be done?

John, surely you can
suggest something?

I'm afraid the Count's condition is
quite outside my field of study.

You ate nothing at dinner.

Even your glass was untouched.

I do not drink wine.

- I'm a poor guest, doctor. I apologise.
- Not at all.

Tell me, what is your diagnosis of
that patient, if I may ask?

Well, I've hardly arrived at one yet, but
my former tutor, Professor Van Helsing

has promised to examine him
the day after tomorrow.

Professor Van Helsing
is a renowned authority.

He has no name, your patient?

No. To us he is known only as '34'.

That is his room number.

We can tell him
nothing of his background,

no relatives have come forward?

None.

If you'll forgive me, Mrs. Weston,
I think I'd better go and see 34.

Goodnight Lucy.

His behaviour's changed of late.
He's become quite incomprehensible.

Oh, of course, John.
How thoughtless of us.

I'm sure we can entertain
ourselves till the carriage comes.

Play for us again, Count.

No need to wait,
Roberts will drive you.

It will save your
coachman turning out.

And you, Count,
perhaps you could join us?

I shall be delighted.

My activities are so restricted
during the day.

I've seen very little of Whitby.

I shall explore the town
after our journey.

A moonlight stroll, perhaps?

Yes, you see,
the moon is full tonight.

Yes, so, if you'll excuse me,
Mrs. Weston.

Dr. Seward, I would welcome an
opportunity to meet Professor Van Helsing,

if the many calls on his
time permits.

I have long wished to cross swords
with your eminent friend.

Metaphorically speaking,
of course.

Number 34.

He did not stir until
the day before yesterday,

and then this sudden outburst.

Somnambulent during the day
but restless and excitable...

- Violent even at night?
- Yes, I'm afraid so.

The changes occur between
sunrise and sunset?

That's right, professor.

You say he has an insatiable
desire to consume

all forms of animal life?

Perhaps he has become zoophageous?

Zoophageous! Yes, I see...

Talks wildly of someone or
something he calls 'The Master'.

Very well...

The metamorphosis you described
could take place within the hour.

Yes. Open up, Jenkins.

May I suggest we put the jacket
on him, sir, it's nearly time?

No, no. Just wait within call.

Thank you.

We are not to be disturbed.

Doctor, a little more meat...
meat and more sugar.

- I yearn for meat and sugar.
- Yes, and the flies?

Oh yes, my friends like
it too, see...

I grow fat on their
innocent greed.

They also serve, doctor.

They also serve the master.

You seem fatigued.
Come, sit down.

Sit.

So, we will talk, eh?

You're tired...
So tired...

Now, tell me of the master.

He mustn't find me wanting
should he summon me.

I must be ready for his call.

Of course, as one so
honoured, you must.

Honoured?
Yes, honoured!

You were called. You were chosen.
How...and when?

Blood is life...
Blood is life...

Those were his words.
I was afraid... Afraid of him.

But then I didn't know.
I disobeyed him.

But he was merciful.

I have a destiny.

He told me not to venture
beyond my apartments.

He always came to me
after nightfall.

I knew I must not linger.

Back! Back, I command you!

He is mine!

- Who is your master?
- Not now!

Master.

Master!

We Szekely's have a right
to be proud.

In our veins runs the blood
of many a proud race

who fought as the lions fights
for lordship.

Transylvania is the
whirlpool of Europe.

It was there that the Obříchs
from Iceland came

The Obříchs,

imbued by the fighting spirit
of Thor and Wodin,

who sent their Berserkers
to conquer the world.

Men said the Werewolves from Selz
had come.

In Transylvania the Ubrich's
found the Huns.

With war-like fury they swept the earth
like a living flame,

and it was said that veins ran
with the blood of those witches of old

who, expelled from Sibiu,
had mated with devils in the desert.

Fools!

What witch, what devil was ever
so great as Attila,

whose blood runs in these veins?

To us, for centuries, was entrusted the
guarding of the frontier with the Ottoman.

'Water sleeps.
The enemy is sleepless',

so runs the ancient
Turkish saying.

Wallach and Mejia went down
beneath the crescent moon

but it was a Dracula

who crossed the Danube and
defeated the infidel on his own ground.

It was a Dracula who led the Szekely's
when they threw off the Hungarian yoke,

at bloody Mohacs.
All these upstarts!

Hapsburgs and Romanos,

compared to our ancient line
that stretches back to and beyond

blood-crazed Attila himself.

Blood is too precious in these
days of dishonourable peace.

The glories of the
greatest of all races

are a tale which is told.

The final chapter's
not written, dear Count,

while yet one of your
noble race lives!

You are wise, Miss Weston,
for one so young.

Yes, the blood that runs in
these veins is warm.

The sacred trust of
my ancient house demands,

come what may,

it must not slacken.

- Not at all dear lady.
- Thank you, John. You're so kind.

I beg your pardon.
Your mother told me you were alone.

I was.

Goodbye, Miss Weston. I have trespassed
already too much upon your hospitality.

Oh, pray don't leave us on
Dr. Seward's account.

He is here principally
to see my mother.

I have just seen your mother, Lucy,
and I'm afraid she's not at all well.

I've advised complete res,
seclusion even.

Oh surely not!
We see so few new faces and

mother has so enjoyed
making you acquaintance here Count, I,

I feel it's quite taken it out of herself.

- Lucy, your mother's condition is serious.
- John, you're being so curt.

Lucy, you must understand!

Well, in fact, I only came to
tell you that Mrs. Harker is here.

Mina?

- Mina?
- Mrs. Harker, madam.

- Oh, Mina!
- My dear.

So glad you could come.
You must stay as long as you possibly can.

On that I have little to detain
me at home.

Oh, hush dear.
All be well.

- Mina, you know Dr. Seward?
- How nice to see you.

- I saw your carriage.
- I want you to meet Count Dracula.

- Count Dracula?
- Who has recently arrived from...

- So you know my husband?
- Madam?

- Oh, Mrs. Harker, please.
- He journeyed to your castle, sir.

Oh, yes indeed, Mrs. Harker.

On business he could not
confide in me.

I profitted much
from his brief stay with me.

A most excellent man of business
and a rewarding companion.

Where is he?

I look forward to renewing his
acquaintance more than I can say.

What became of him?

Became of him?
Is he not here in England?

Poor Mina's husband disappeared
while on visit.

I did not realise it
was to Castle Dracula.

It was your wish his destination
should remain secret, I believe, Count?

Yes. Yes.

I have many enemies in my native land.

That was my reason for enjoining your
husband to say nothing of his destination.

But has he not returned?
He left my castle

in the best of good health and spirits.

He was even kind enough to
write to me from Prague.

Charming. A quite unmerritted
letter a thanks.

I also had a letter from Prague,
but thereafter, nothing.

You are indeed unfortunate
in your loss, Mrs. Harker.

Let us hope however
it is merely temporary.

In the meantime,
if there's anything I can do,

any way I can be of help,
I am of course, yours to command.

I cannot but feel in part responsible
for poor Mr. Harker's misfortune.

You are generous, sir.

Indeed Count, you are too kind.

Morley?

Been playing your little
games again, have you?

- I'll make the bed, sir.
- That's all right.

- Just outside if you want me, sir.
- Good.

Sir, a dog, a little puppy dog.

A dog for me to play with, sir.

It would come to no harm, sir.

It would be part of me, in time.

We shall see. We shall see.

You spoke yesterday of 'The Master'.

Tell me of him.

Few are chosen.
Few are called to serve.

He asks much of those
so honoured.

Everything.

What manner of man is he
to command such loyalty?

Mighty!

I'm really very concerned.

It seems quite impossible
to persuade Lucy

of the gravity
of her mother's condition.

Her attitude is extraordinary.

I would think her callous...if I didn't
know how sweet and tender she really is.

Perhaps if I had Count Dracula's
persuasive powers I might...

You and the Count exact too great an
influence over Lucy, Dr. Seward.

No... Yes!
Let me confess it, I'm jealous!

- Jealous! She seems remote from me.
- Dr. Seward, please!

Lucy and I have
no secrets from each other.

She loves you, Dr. Seward,
have no doubt.

We've written to each other
daily since my marriage.

She wrote of nothing
and of no one but you.

Thank you.

The Count has some kind of...

Shall I offend you if I
speak of girlish infatuation?

The Count has charm, looks,
intelligence, breeding,

and above all, he has a quality
few generous hearts can resist-

melancholy.

A melancholy born of suffering
bravely endured.

What suffering?

Ah! Noble reticence is yet another
weapon in his formidable armoury.

But Lucy and I are
to be married. How can she...

Oh, doctor, be patient.
- well, I don't like the fellow.

- There's something about him...
-Mina.

Mina.

Come.

Mina!

Clear the way.

Jonathan!

Mina, Mina?

Oh, he's started recognising me!

Now you must not exert yourself.

- gently.
- Oh, Johnathan!

Madam, you have me at a disadvantage.

Jonathan, it's Mina, your wife.

Your name means nothing to me.

Is this some scheme of
yours, doctor?

Some effort to disturb?
Raise questions of self-doubt?

Then probe, disorientation, then probe?

Calm down. You're all right.

Listen!

He calls me.
Master!

Cut off..

Forgotten.

You!

No, Miss, there don't seem to
be no one livin' there at all.

Thank you, Rodney,
but I think I'll look myself.

Very well, Miss.

Home, Rodney,
and don't spare the...

Never mind.

He recognised her, obviously,
yet something stopped him.

Now what, John?

This has happened before
with this patient, professor.

The pattern is recognition,
identification, then rejection.

This happened before, when?

Well, the other night we had
a certain Count Dracula here

Not at my direct invitation
let me say.

Lucy and Mrs. Weston seemed
quite bowled over by the fellow.

Well, 34 broke out of his room
and burst in on us.

It was the most pitiable exhibition.

Positively fawned on
our romantic exile,

and then a repetition of
he incident this evening.

A quite normal apology
for mistaken identity.

Oh, no, no ,no.
That must have startled your guest.

Ah, thank you, Mrs. H.

Well, as a matter of fact, he showed
remarkable presence of mind.

Two of my most
experienced attendants

failed to restrain 34,

but a word from the Count
calmed him instantly.

Perhaps this Count shares my
interest in mesmerism?

- He did mention something of the kind.
- Indeed?

Wait. 34 and Harker are the
man, that we know.

Harker and Dracula were constant
companions a month or so ago,

but Dracula claimed not
to recognise him.

Now isn't that suspicious?

Is it possible the Count
has something to hide?

John, we must not let our personal
feelings get the better of us.

Harker was so changed his unfortunate
wife could scarcely recognise him.

I don't trust the fellow.

John, after you left, Harker spoke
of his desertion by The Master.

Is that a good sign?

Yes, if he's rid of this
particular obsession then...

Then we advance...but where?

Rock of ages, cleft for me
Let me hide myself...

Oh, they're here again.

- Happy noon day.
- Good afternoon Mr. Swales.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Swales.

Well...it won't be long before
I joins 'em, hey?

There's a little chuckle.

I has a little chuckle reading
the inscriptions now.

These lovely buds, so young and fair,
called hence they go.

Just came to show how sweet a
flower in paradise may bloom.

And a proper little tart she were...

Mr. Swales, surely it's
disrespectful to the dead.

To have 'em writing lies.

Lies!

Sure enough.

Here: Sacred to the memory
of George Cannon

who died in the hope
of a glorious resurrection

falling from the rocks
in Kettleness.

this tomb is erected by
his sorrowing widow.

Mother to her dearly beloved
only son.

Mr. Swales, I think that's disrespectful
and quite unchristian to speak of...

'Twas her who was unchristian.
She drove him to it.

She did, mind the word is
he cut his throat from ear to ear.

A proper old bizzam she were.

Mr. Swales, I thought it said he fell?

Ah, fall he did,
but from no rocks, no.

'Twere from that bridge over
the railway there,

with the London Express roaring
through Bosham cut in.

- Tore to pieces he were.
- Mr. Swales, stop, I beg you!

Glorious resurrection...
come Gabriel's horn,

won't be more than my hat for
poor George left to answer the call.

empty that...and unconsecrated,
you know?

Him bein' a suicide.

Ain't holy ground.

Lucy, it's becoming quite chilled.

- I promised your mother we'd be...
- I like a little chuckle for the day.

Indeed you do, Mr. Swales.

Well, we bid you good night
until tomorrow.

Good night.

- I do so enjoy our little chats.
- Me too, me too. Good night.

- Good night, Mr. Swales.
- Good night, Miss.

Lucy, I wish you wouldn't
encourage him.

Oh, Mina. Don't be so governing.
He's a marvellous old Captain.

I'm afraid I find him
quite unpleasant.

Come dear. The night air
can do us no good.

I called on Count Dracula
this afternoon.

- Lucy!
- What?

Surely you didn't go alone?

He was out. It was quite strange.
The house was empty.

No servants. No one.
Dust sheets over everything.

- So strange...
- Lucy, you really mustn't

compromise yourself
like this.

Think of Cr. Seward.

Of John!

John is...

so taken up with his work
he scarcely has time to think

of anything else now.

It seems to me,
if I may say so,

that it's you who scarcely
has any time for him,

and I for one am more than
grateful to his devotion to poor Jonathan.

Poor Count...to suffer so much
yet to bear no malice.

Such charm.
Such good manly intelligence.

I find him...
almost sinister.

Oh, you are just affected by
John's silly prejudice.

I find him fascinating.

Quite fascinating.

Only yesterday
she seemed so vital.

Professor Van Helsing,
not to worry, is here.

Yes.

- Professor Van Helsing, Madam.
- Calm yourself, Herr Frau. Calm yourself!

Mrs. Weston, is it not enough
we have one invalid on our hands?

We cannot afford another.

- Come John, where is our patient?
- Oh, let me.

- No, I would prefer we saw her alone.
- Oh, John!

Under the circumstances, Mrs. Weston,
I think it would be better.

shall remain within call
should you need me.

Thank you. Thank you.

- The mother?
- Yes.

Severe angina pectorism.
Am I right?

- yes, I'm afraid so.
- She's not been told?

Not in so many words.
I've warned her, of course.

It's only a matter of time, John,
you realise that?

So we must proceed with caution,
and be guarded in our reports.

Pulse faint...erratic...

Your findings?

I can find no cause.

There appears to be a
massive loss of blood,

but there's no visible wound,

and there's no indication of
any internal haemorrhage.

Gott im Himmel!

What is it?

- Professor, what...
- John.

John, I'm about to ask you
something I have no right to ask

as one medical man to another,
only as a friend.

I think a transfusion of blood
is called for. Is essential...

- But how can we take the risk?
- I know that you share

many of the ethical
and medical doubts,

sincerely held by many
of our colleagues.

Is Lucy's life in danger?

I fear so.

But how...why?

John, you must trust me.

We must act in secrecy,
and now.

I would offer myself without
hesitation but, well, my years...

No, no.

- Very well.
- Good.

And now we must return
to the asylum

to make ourselves ready...

I will do what I can to
calm Mrs. Weston's fears.

But remember, John,
secrecy is essential.

- Should we get someone to sit for us?
- No, no!

- Mrs. Harker, surely?
- No, I would rather she were left alone.

Now there's nothing to be
done for her till we return.

She will be safe enough...

until nightfall.

See, she responds already.

She needs more.
So little has done so much.

Do not concern yourself with me.

Of course, that's if she
remains as she is.

Undisturbed rest will soon put
her on the road to recovery.

- I'll stay with her.
- No.

We don not risk any excitement
should she wake.

You area little stronger.

You better drink this.

Then you must rest.

When you are a little stronger
I will summon the carriage.

- God, man! what are you doing?
- John, I...

Haven't I borne enough?

This I endured against my principles
in the name of science.

That popish affront to
Christian conscience,

I cannot endure.

John, we must seek help
from every, from any quarter.

Superstition. Rank superstition.

I act as a man of science.
Incredible as that may seem to you now...

There isn't enough scientific
justification for that!

John, believe me, I know
more in the ways of...

I can only give open expression to what
are, as yet thank God, only suspicions.

I can only swear to you John,
swear by all that both of us hold holy

that I act solely for the
life of that young girl.

These suspicions...
Why can't you confide in me?

But John, think of your
reactions to this crucifix.

I fear that if I told you what I'm thinking
I would try your patience too far.

- What?
- No, trust me.

Both John and the Professor
have given strict instructions

that she's not to be
disturbed on any account.

They've even locked her door...

and taken away the key.

No harm can come to her.

She's in your own room within
easy call should she need anything.

Trust in John's devotion and
the Professor's great knowledge

and experience, Mrs. Weston.

You must obey them.

They say she's in a coma
but improving.

There is nothing to be done,
they assure me,

but if only I could see her.

Oh, but how thoughtless and
selfish of me.

How's poor Jonathan?

Quite unchanged I'm afraid.

He doesn't even recognise me.

Perhaps our chance meeting
was too much for him

after all he'd been through.

All he speaks about
when he speaks is

having been deserted, abandoned.

Abandoned?

- By whom?
- Some figment of his imagination.

The Master.

'He has another now'
were his words last evening.

Even Dr. Seward seems baffled
and the Professor strangely silent.

He urges me to be patient,

and I can be.

- Just as I intended.
- Professor Van Helsing, madam.

- Mrs. Weston.
- Oh, darling Professor.

Oh, but surely, Kirk's
could have provided me food?

- No, that won't be necessary.
- No, no, no.

- May I?
- No you may not.

- Oh, John!
- Really, dear lady, please be patient.

Yes, but everything
is taking so long.

It is much better that
we should see her first.

God!

- Light it up.
- What is it?

Bring my bag, quickly.

A second transfusion
is vital.

Meine göttliche Mutter Gottes!

I'm ready.

Professor, what is this?

First things first.

Are you out of your mind?

The transfusion, man!

It will avail her nothing
unless she is protected

Protected, from what?
By flowers of garlic?!

Please, John help me
and I'll explain.

- But for heaven's sake, Professor!
- Do not argue.

Tie these stems tightly.

We must have unbroken rings.

I suppose here few have not
even heard of vampires.

Vampires?

Of heard of superstitions
that mythical beings

were supposed to exist in a bygone age,

that drank the blood of others.

Yes, well Lucy has been
attacked by one.

Preposterous! What in heaven's
name are you asking me to believe?

This is the Nineteenth Century man,
we're men of science.

Well, what then
is your explanation?

Men of science deal in facts.

Let us remunerate them.

One: Lucy in perfectly good health
two days ago suffers a massive.

loss of blood sometime
during the night.

So great an effusion in fact
that her very life is in danger.

Two: we can find no cause for this loss.

No external wound will account for it.

No indication of internal haemorrhage.

Three: after our transfusion this morning
we return, and what do we find?

That within a matter of hours her condition
is worse, if anything than it was before.

Again, shall we say, there is
no rational explanation.

Well, what is the inescapable conclusion?
That not once but twice

enormous quantities of
blood have been drawn off.

But how, John?
By whom?

Answer me that!

- There must be some explanation.
- I have given you one.

A legendary monster?

A fantasy creature from the
age of superstition.

The only possible hypothesis
from which we can proceed.

If you cannot accept it
at least do not hinder me.

- What do you propose to do?
- Work, work, work.

We have wasted precious time.

Vampires are subject to laws.

Some are stronger in their ability

to withstand the natural
law than others,

but all are subject to the
ascendancy of the cross

properly sanctified.

But you placed a cross on Lucy's bed.

well, it was dislodged.

Probably by the poor child herself.

Accidentally, I hope.

Nonetheless, if the doors
and windows of the victim's room

are encircled with unbroken
chains of garlic flowers,

no vampire can enter.

- Professor!
- Believe me, John, this simple remedy

is as old as the force
we seek to overcome.

But we can defend her.

I'll have her taken to the asylum
and kept under lock and key.

John, we are no match for him,
my friend.

He is far stronger than us.

As for locks and keys- you saw for
yourself, the window was secured!

Well inspect it! You will
find no sign of a forced entry.

But surely if we were to keep
watch, hidden in the room...

John, we do not know
what we should be looking for.

No. No, it is better we
rely on this age-old remedy.

Besides, if we can succeed in
frustrating him,

he may grow careless,

and then we may perhaps rid
not only Lucy

but the world
of this monster.

- Destroy?
- Yes. There are means.

But we must know more
of our adversary,

before we can avail ourselves
of him.

Believe me, John,
in his destruction

lies the only surety of
Lucy's salvation.

Now, forgive me, my dear friend,

if I seem impatient,
but there is still much to be done.

We are best to leave by the window.

There is less chance of
breaking the chains.

- Not so much this time. Just enough to ensure...
- Don't think of me, I beg you.

I do not think of you, John.

I think of her.

We do not yet know the extent
of his hold over her.

It's better she remains
much as she is for the present,

stronger in body and
active in mind.

- Oh, John!
- Forgive us, Mrs. Weston.

- We didn't mean to disturb you.
- Oh, is she better?

May I see her?
Oh, you've been gone so long.

She is much better Mrs. Weston,
but I must ask you yo be patient.

Any excitement, should you arouse
her now, might well prove fatal.

- Oh, John!
- We must do as the Professor says.

Oh but just a moment, John.
It's more than I can bear!

It is of Lucy we must think, my dear
lady, not of our personal feelings.

Forgive me, I'm not insensible
of the pain I cause you,

but I must, I fear, insist.

You would not, you could not endanger
the life of one you hold so dear?

You agree with the Professor?

The Professor is a man of more
experience and learning than I.

It seems that I can serve Lucy
best by obeying him.

- I shall sleep here on the couch.
- No.

O, you cannot deny me that!

Maybe a good night's rest would...

But no, no you are right.

I shall not deny you
that small comfort.

But Mrs. Weston, I beg you,

do not, as you value your child's life

enter that room.

Do as I say and with God's grace
all will be well.

Now, I must give you something
to make you sleep.

You must rest.

You'll excuse me for a moment, sir.
I'll go and see if Mrs. Weston is at home.

I'm sorry, sir, but
Mrs.Weston is not able to see you.

She feels sure
you'll understand.

But men have believed throughout the
ages in the existence of the undead.

Certulion, Saint Augustine...

Yes, yes, Certulion, Saint Augustine,
what dis they know of science?

No educated man of this century
believes anything of that kind.

No educated man supposes for one moment
that Dr. Mesmer was anything but a charlatan.

But you have seen for yourself
that mesmerism is a reality.

So, the educated man
must think again.

Science is based on facts.

If the facts give our science delay,
we cannot just ignore them.

Now, I offer you facts...

These I have collected with the
help of Professor Reitzsler of Vienna.

examine. You will find here
overwhelming testimony

from modern, from ancient,
from sceptic, from religious,

from every civilisation
throughout the ages,

to the existence of the undead.

To the Assyrians and Babylonians
he was Ekimmu.

The Chinese called him Jiangshi.

To the ancient Mexicans
he was Xibalba.

In Greece he was Vrykolakas.

In the South Sea Islands, Tu.

The Malayans called him Penanggalan.

He is known from the wastes of
Lapland to the jungles of India,

where the Hindu's called him Vetala.

Now read, read for yourself!

Leonia Latchib, Colonia, 1746.

Ziperenda Dovenzati, Naples, 1745.

Augustin Calmet, Paris, 1747.

You're telling me of
legend and hearsay.

All this happened, if it did
happen, centuries ago.

True, true, but not only that...

In 1864 there was a severe outbreak
recorded in the Cherov.

In 1870, 33 deaths in Lithuania
baffled conventional medicine.

yet every victim bore
the vampire's mark.

In 1880, a remote Sicilian village
was decimated.

'la strigoi Che succhiano il sangue'.

And Reitzman himself is
investigation a severe outbreak

during the last five years
in Transylvania.

He has found the authorities sceptical,
the natives too frightened to...

John, what is it?

Transylvania.

- Dracula.
- Dracula? Count Dracula, what of him?

It was he who exerted such a
profound influence over Lucy.

John, I know you were disturbed by
his attentions to her...

Dracula comes from Transylvania.

But vampires are
creatures of the night.

They cannot manifest themselves
till after sunset...

His habits, as you know,
are nocturnal.

Those are Dracula's own words when
I questioned him about poor Harker.

He and Harker
travelled together from Varna,

but Dracula denied ever
having encountered him on board.

My God, Harker called him 'Master'.

He seemed subject to him
in some strange way.

He obeyed him instantly.

But Harker's symptoms in no
way correspond to Lucy's.

John, not so fast.

Harker is zoophagous.
Under mesmerism he described a scene

in which the Master,
Dracula, perhaps,

claimed him for his own.

Active by day when the vampire is
unable to leave his resting place.

Harker would be the
perfect agent for...

Where does Dracula live?

Glebe House.

you'll only get one of
your turns again, Madam.

Like the one you had
the other day.

- You mark my words.
- Oh don't fuss.

we'll see whose fussing
tomorrow morning, Madam.

Oh my poor, poor child.

He cannot know a mother's love
to forbid me even to see her.

I must see her.

Just a glance
so my mind is set at rest.

Well, it can do no harm.

That house has not been
occupied during his tenancy.

Where on earth does he live/

We must find his hiding place.

He is powerless by daylight.

We must question Harker more.

In his present despair he has
spoken of nothing

but his desertion by the Master.

He must tell us something.

Abandoned.
He's no use for me now.

I, who was chosen to serve.

I am his but to command.
Cast aside.

- What have I done?
- Let us take you to him.

- Tell us where he lives and we'll take you...
- I would fly to him were I to know.

What with boots
and bare feet.

- How does he come to you?
- He comes no longer.

- And when he did come?
- He spoke to me...

I heard his voice.
I felt the thrill,

the sweetness of his presence.

Since you have been here,
when did he first come to you?

It was...

What is time to him,
eternal one?

What is my poor stand to him,
the everlasting?

Tempt my servant no father.

I have triumphed and I
will triumph again.

Pit not your puny
friends against me,

the mightiest and everlasting.

I shall not rest
till I

and my chosen hold full
sway over all.

Triumphed?
Lucy!

Lucy!

John, think of Mrs. Weston!

My poor friend.
I have no wish to add to your pain,

but I fear you must see this.

Oh, Lucy.

A transfusion, quickly.
- No John, it is too late.

You said she was safe!

I wanted to stay.
I begged you to let me stay.

She was in his mercy
the moment we left.

John, the garlands are broken.

- What? But how?
- Mrs. Weston, perhaps?

Had she not a key to this room?

- I don't know, she might have.
- No John. No, no, think, think!

Her daughter's dead. That will
be grief enough for her to bear.

Perhaps indeed too much.

If it was she who...then she could
not have known what she was doing.

John, we have had tragedy enough.

John?

I'm here my love.

Kiss me.
Kiss me.

- Lucy!
- Too late. She is his.

Professor Van Helsing's, sir.

There is nothing I can say, John,
and I realise that. No words.

But life will go on
whether we will or not,

though we failed.
I failed.

I underestimated our adversary.

Even now I am not sure
I have the measure of him.

Was Mrs. Weston's impulse spontaneous?
I wonder.

John, if Lucy's salvation
is to be ensured,

you must realise
that now she has joined them,

she is one of the legion
of the undead.

- I will not believe that Lucy...
- That was not Lucy. That was his creature.

It must be destroyed.

- She is dead.
- She is not dead, John.

Enough of your necromancy!

Lucy, whom I loved, is dead.
Is that not enough?

Good evening.

Ask no more of me.

I must.
We failed to save her life.

We must not fail to save her soul.

I have the key of the vault.

We must open it tonight.

Mina... Mina...

Lucy?!

Sorry you're not afraid of me.

I have come back

to tell you I have found
not rest but joy!

Joy beyond understanding.

Oh Mina, there's nothing
for you here.

Join us. You'll have
dominion over all.

See...I am no spirit.
I am flesh transformed.

Let me kiss you, my dearest.

Life as you know it
is pain and slow decay.

Life for me is exquisite,
ecstatic, everlasting.

There is no pain...
only desire.

Desire fulfilled!

Mrs. Harker?

Mrs. Harker, surely you
should not be alone in this place

at so late an hour.

Why, I have just seen Lucy.

Miss Weston? That is not
impossible my dear lady.

I am not an unbeliever.
I do not scoff.

There is life beyond the grave.
Life everlasting,

for those who are favoured.

As our dear Lucy
has surely been favoured.

She begged me to join her.

And you are willing?

What have I got to live for?

Jonathan is lost to me.
Lucy was my only friend.

To take one's own life?

You would not be required
to take your own life,

but to be reborn.

Would you be kind enough to
escort me home, Count?

I'm feeling very tired.

Allow me, Mrs. Harker.

You will trust Lucy,
come what may?

Then only be patient.
She will come to you again.

But keep your own counsel.

The elect must be forever
on their guard.

- John.
- My bag.

- Professor, I beg you.
- No, John.

Look!

Look, John!

- But how?
- She must return before sunrise.

We have only to wait.

The authorities should
be informed.

- What are we waiting for?
- She must return before sunrise.

John...what ever you may see,
what ever effect it may have on you,

do not leave this spot.

Leave everything to me, you understand?
Leave everything to me.

What is it?

- Lucy?
- That is not Lucy, that thing you see!

- Lucy? She's alive.
- John, come back!

Auferetur in nomine
patris et filii et spiritus sancti.

Oh my poor friend, come.

There is more to be done.
We must lay her to rest forever.

Come, there is nothing to fear.

We must drive it through her heart.
Let's hope that she be free.

Believe me John,
it is the only way.

Here, see John,
she's at peace at last.

- It's over.
- For Lucy, yes.

But the source of
this evil is still with us.

- Yet you no nothing of his whereabouts/
- I've been cast off. He has abandoned me.

He is no longer close at hand.

He has abandoned me.

- Mrs. Harker's arrived, sir.
- She's in the drawing room.

- Beg your pardon, sir?
- She's in the drawing room.

Would you mind going
in the drawing room, please?

At last.

I came as soon as I got your
message Professor. Is Jonathan...?

Mrs. Harker, now do not be alarmed.

We need your help.

Your husband has reached a
turning point in his case,

and there are certain questions he must
answer if we are to help him more.

Now it may be that he will speak
to you, his wife,

more freely that he will
speak to me, a stranger.

At present he is in a
mesmeric trance.

If you would be so good
as to put to him

- the questions that I wish to ask.
- Yes, yes, of course.

Jonathan, where is the Master?

Jonathan...
where is the Master?

Again.

Where is the Master?

You!
Spurned, cast off...for you!

For you he's turned
his face from me!

- No!
- You have the place that should be mine!

- And mine alone!
- No!

- See, you have his mark!
- Help!

The mark he withheld from me!

Mrs. Harker.

That mark on your throat,
what caused it?

- I don't know.
- You must! When did it first appear?

I do not know!

Dracula. Was it Dracula?

Your husband said
you bore his mark.

When did you last see Dracula?

- How did he come to you and where?
- I don't know!

I remember nothing!

You have given yourself to him.

- There's no evidence of that.
- That is not evidence enough?

Admit that you are in his power.
Admit it.

We may yet be able to save you.

- Woman, your very soul is in danger.
- No!

No, she knows eternal pain.
- She?

Lucy.

Dearest me, Lucy.
It was but a vision yet...

she seemed to appear to me
as if in life, to embrace me,

as if in life!

Embrace you.
Then it was she.

No.

When did you last see Dracula?
Answer me!

Professor we can't go on.
She can’t tell us anything more.

No, you are right, John.
She cannot aid herself,

but we are not yet powerless.

See that she is kept here.

She must be put to bed
and given a draught.

Very good, sir.

Master.
Master, you've come back to me.

Yes Master.
You have only to command.

Mina.

It is as I thought, Dracula courts
his own. We must follow.

She's here, Master.
She's here.

Your servant hasn't failed you.

- Lucy?
- Lucy! She was but his play thing.

She's no longer one of us.
It's you the Master's chosen.

John, that grave,
what do you know of it?

It's the grave of some poor
fellow who took his own life.

That is the answer.
Unconsecrated ground.

This then is his resting place.

- Oh...
- Shh!

She's here, Master. See, I've
brought her as you commanded.

Auferetur in nomine
patris et filii et spiritus sancti.

Have pity.
Have pity.

What pity have you shown for
those who fell beneath your sway?

Everything I have I will give you...
Life eternal,

domination over the powers of darkness.

Knowledge. The knowledge you
crave for more than life itself.

The knowledge which is mine
and mine alone.

Tempt me not. The souls that you have
damned forever cry for vengeance,

and will not be stilled.

Come. Come.