Dracula (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - From Darkness to Light - full transcript

Previously on Dracula...

Daniel!

Grayson.

I give to you wireless power.

Experiencing some technical
difficulties, sir.

- I'd swear.
- We've met?

Yes, I was thinking
the same thing.

How long must I spend
skulking in the shadows?

I wanna walk in the sun
like any other man.

Sir, the sun.

Damn.



Be my husband,
and I will be your wife.

What are you thinking about?

I was thinking
about Lady Jayne Wetherby

And her vampire hunting, of course.

Now that the seers are dead,

he will much more easily attract
others of his kind.

Soon, London will be crawling
with the vermin.

Lady Jayne is a huntsman.

Seems the Ordo Draco

is more forward-thinking
than I gave it credit for.

Strange times.

Wonderfully strange.

You'll kill her.

If I kill her,



the Order will just send
somebody else to replace her.

You'll end it with her.

Now why would I do that?

She's a vampire hunter.

Renfield, not only will I evade

her slightest suspicion,

I'll take from her a prize

she's given no other man.

Her love.

No.

Something far more precious...

Her trust.

Make a reservation tomorrow night,

8:00, for two at the Savoy.

The most exclusive, visible
table in the main dining room.

Yes, sir.

Hello, master.

Given the extent
of the putrefaction,

I say the female is the youngest,

five years sired, maybe less.

This one, on the other hand,

is clearly much older,

a century undead at least.

I mean, that said,
neither of the vampires

are old enough to be the ones
that killed our seers.

But the one who eluded you?

There, sire, I suspect,

which would make him older still.

Old enough to be the one
we're searching for?

Oh, he will be
a formidable opponent.

Too formidable?

If so, Mr. Browning, then god help you,

because if I can't kill the beast,

no one can.

Josef Cervenka.

My right hand.

Maybe.

A long time ago.

Nonsense.

You are once more
under my battlements.

I summoned you here for a reason,

and very soon,

we shall destroy our greatest enemy.

The Ordo Draco?

The same.

Rich men who've bet
their future on oil,

but I've discovered a technology

that will destroy them.

But they are stronger than ever.

Precisely.

Just this night,
I saw two of my brood

slaughtered by a huntsman,

a female of all things.

That's why I need your help.

I know her.

Then we will peel the flesh
from her bones.

Not yet.

We cannot defeat them
by killing them one by one.

We must attack the source
of their power:

their wealth.

To pick their pockets
like a common thief?

There's no honor in that.

I'm sorry, sir. I heard voices.

Renfield, this is my old friend
Josef Cervenka.

He will be staying in this house

as long as he wishes.

Such a shock.

As a boy, Daniel was diagnosed

with an irregular heartbeat.

I supposed it was just
a matter of time

before it gave out.

Still, he was so young

to die of a heart attack.

Maybe I should just thank the lord

for the time we did have together.

Mm.

We shall drape the walls
and the ceiling

with garlands of peonies
and apple blossoms.

What do you think, Harker?

Oh, whatever pleases Mina.

I want this engagement party
to be perfect for her.

Thank you, Mr. Grayson.
Are you quite sure...

Of course.

It'll be honor to host
your engagement party.

And candelabras.

Silver candelabras everywhere,

on the tables and in all
the floral arrangements.

Candelabras it will be.

Mina?

Mina, darling, come here.

I want to show you how you're
going to make your entrance.

One moment.

I want you to tell me what you think

About general Arthur Ogilvy.

So we'll make your entrance...

It seems he's
the military's leading advocate

for war against the Ottoman Empire.

Well, appearances can be deceiving.

Explain.

In private, he opposes the war.

The real advocate is his number two,

General Colin Shaw,
the war hero.

Very popular in the public sphere.

Hmm, and yet this war hero is willing

to spill an ocean of blood to control

the region's vast oil reserves.

But general Shaw believes
the Ottomans are a real threat.

You're not suggesting
he's advocating war

for personal financial gain.

He's a puppet.

Powerful men
have staked their fortunes

on the presumption that the future

will be fueled by oil.

It seems they've not only
declared war

on the Ottoman Empire,
but on Grayson energy.

You and me and everything
we worked so hard for.

Head up, Lucy.

You don't walk down
the stairs, you glide.

I want you to find out
everything you can

About this General Shaw, Harker.

His weaknesses. His failures.

Unless, of course,
you'd like to stay here

and discuss floral arrangements.

Leave it with me.

Mina.

Make your entrance from down here.

Fireworks, we must have
fireworks with our aperitifs.

Lucy, do stop.

You'll make Mr. Grayson
regret his hospitality.

Nonsense.

We're ready for another test run.

Ladies, this is
my chief engineer, Mr. Kowalski.

I'll be down in a minute.

Is he referring
to the resonator machine?

- Are you testing it now?
- Just routine.

If you'd like to stay and watch,
you can.

Oh, lord, Mina, must we?

Miss Westenra.

If you wish to leave,
I can easily arrange

a second carriage
for Miss Murray.

Enjoy, as always.

I presume everything is
in order, Mr. Kowalski.

Commence stage one.

Stage one!

Mark!

Stage two! Mark!

Temperature reading?

Steady.

Well inside specification.

The night of the party,

You could've fried an egg on this.

Aah!

- Is everyone okay?
- Are you unhurt?

We're fine, we're fine.

What happened?

The cooling system
performed perfectly,

illlustrating the weakest link
in the design:

the metal used for the casing.

Renfield.

I'll initiate a survey of all
the british steel manufacturers

that work with nickel-steel alloys.

Thank you.

I don't suppose nuts and bolts

can measure up
to your stock in trade.

Sorry?

Why, flesh and blood, of course.

There can be no higher calling

than the practice of medicine.

The ability to save lives

makes all our efforts here
seem trivial.

Thank you, Mr. Grayson.

Resemblance?

No. She is Ilona.

My wife died four centuries ago.

I know. I was there.

Then she has been born again,

and the fates
have returned her to you.

Now, you listen to me, Josef.

You must never again mention

Mina Murray's resemblance
to my wife.

Do you understand me?

Never. To anyone.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Perhaps a glass of champagne

To kill the time?

No, thank you.

What a lovely surprise.

I'd expect you to be at the florist

up to your neck
in peonies and apple blossoms.

- Is something wrong?
- No.

Listen, um,

I've been reconsidering the idea

of having the engagement party
at Carfax.

Why?

- Well, I... I feel uncomfortable.

It's a huge imposition,

and, well, frankly,

I don't understand Mr. Grayson's
motives for hosting it.

I mean, you're just one
of his employees after all.

Well, I'd like to think

I'm a little more than just that.

Yes, of course.

I don't know why he's so interested in...

In us?

He's assumed
this very intense involvement

in our relationship
as if he's a part of it somehow.

Well, that's because,

I suppose in a way, he is.

When we split up,
it was Mr. Grayson

who took me aside
and made me realize

what a fool I was.

He made me see you
and respect you

not just a prospective wife and mother,

but a woman with aspirations

every bit as important as my own.

He did that?

Yes.

I didn't wanna tell you.

Look, I know you hate

all of this bother
over arrangements...

Very much so.

So let Lucy handle them.

She lives for it.

All you have to do is turn up
on time for the party.

And in the meantime?

Bury yourself in work.

You're right.

Of course you're right.

Once you have graded
those papers,

you will find in university storage

18 recently slaughtered lambs.

Extract the hippocampus from each

and prepare them for dissection

by the neurology students.

I shall be back
in a couple of hours.

Try not to disappoint me.

Is there something wrong?

Actually, I'd hoped for something

a little less prosaic.

Now, now, Mina.

We mustn't get ahead of ourselves.

Better to be the tortoise
than the hare, yes?

Anything but the lamb, I suppose.

What is this witchcraft?

Science.

If this works,

then we shall walk in daylight.

To walk in the sun?

Can you imagine us, liege?

Immortal,

invincible by night and by day.

Yes, yes, it is all
very thrilling, I'm sure.

Noroc.

I can feel the sun.

I can feel its warmth.

Master.

No.

Josef.

No.

Yes.

Yes, it worked.

You call this a success?

Don't you see?

But only in the tissue
surrounding the injection site.

Without a functioning heart,

The serum cannot be distributed
throughout your body.

All we need now
is a dispersion agent.

The problem is one of mechanics,
not chemistry.

The heart is simply a pump,
nothing more.

If we can make mine function,

the problem is solved, correct?

Yes.

These cells are alive.

So?

Blood cells die within an hour
or so of extraction.

This slide is dated 1887.

That's nine years ago.

And this is why you couldn't
meet me at the florist?

That makes no sense.

What I can't understand is
how you can maintain

such a willful disinterest
in your own engagement party.

What?

Honestly, Mina, it's like
talking to a man sometimes,

nose buried in whatever silly thing

has captured his attention.

Lucy, what's wrong?

I hate this.

Lucy, I... I don't understand.

You wouldn't, would you?

You're not the one
attending to every detail

for an extravagant party

to celebrate the end
of the only thing

that's ever mattered to her.

Lucy.

It's true.

Things will never be the same.

We will always be friends.

Oh, Mina, darling.

You are so terribly clever,
yet so terribly stupid.

No, you are to be married,

and that is that.

You understand?

No.

I don't.

Hmm.

Get your things.

We'll go to the cafe.

There's a million things
to talk about.

I am sorry, sir, I am assured

my lady will be down presently.

I have all the time in the world.

Sir.

Mr. Grayson.

How unexpected.

I must apologize for my absence

from dinner at the Savoy.

It was as inexcusable
as it was unavoidable.

Oh, please, I had forgotten
about it entirely.

By requesting the pleasure
of your company this evening.

About you Americans,
it is your relentless optimism.

I promise you a spectacle

that you will not soon forget.

Come now, Mr. Grayson.

Surely, a man of your affluence

can find a dinner companion
for the evening.

Certainly.

It's just
that this particular diversion

Is beyond the petty refinements
of other women.

Only you possess the sensibilities

to appreciate it fully.

Your flattery is too obvious.

Flattery is a dull blade

that I would never employ
against one such as yourself.

This diversion,

If it displeases me, you will agree

not to call on me ever again.

- Yes.
- Really?

Yeah!

Aah!

Elsa, from the kitchen.

Oh, dear.

I trust she has no close relatives.

Like all our staff,
none close enough

To note her absence,

Though I will miss
her apple crumb cakes.

Bloody Cervenka.

I've interviewed three men
from Shaw's regiment,

two political opponents
and an adjunct

who was dishonorably discharged,

and none had a bad word
to say.

You sound disappointed.

No, I'm not disappointed.

It's just I don't understand

why Grayson's so interested.

I mean, frankly, I've admired Shaw

since I was a boy.

I actually chose him for a subject

for a biography in school.

Do you wanna know something
very, very odd?

What?

For all my recent digging,

I've not been able to uncover

one single fact
that I didn't include back then.

Perhaps there is nothing more
to tell.

- That's why.
- Perhaps.

Tell me something, Szabo.

Have you ever met a man
without any secrets?

I've destroyed
over half a dozen Nosferatu

and they are summoned
by their sire.

Now, I... I share your concerns
about the American,

but he is hardly the greatest
threat that we face.

Agreed, but we must
not underestimate Grayson

nor the power of his purse.

Making inroads with his man Harker

is a start, but nonetheless.

Yes, I think Grayson
does bear scrutiny.

I agree with Jayne.
The Order needn't be involved.

I shall see to it personally.

Good. Keep me informed.

Ah, our distinguished guests
have arrived.

Welcome, General Shaw,
General Ogilvy.

My lady. My lord.

Please, gentlemen, sit down.

So, General,

You assured us total control

of the persian oil fields by March.

Yes, of course,
but as you may know,

the situation has become
much more complex.

How so? Please explain.

May I?

Of course.

Our provocateurs have been unable

To foment so much
as a border skirmish

since the sultan issued a decree
to his men

to stand down under pain of death.

So you see,
there's little we can do,

save a full-scale
preemptive invasion.

Of course,
parliament would never...

My condolences, General Shaw.

It appears General Ogilvy
hanged himself.

His adjunct will discover him

in the washroom of his quarters
tomorrow morning.

Tragic.

So, General, when can we expect

to begin the Ottoman offensive?

Shall we say August?

Yes, sir.

August.

It is an interesting case,

one which requires
your particular talents.

What are your intentions?

Discover the one thing
Mr. Alexander Grayson

loves most in all the world.

Mm-hmm.

Corrupt it. Deface it.

Obliterate it from this earth.

Is the Order aware of your intention?

They're aware that
I'm investigating Mr. Grayson.

Please. Answer the question.

Well, you know as well as I

that if they did, I would be forced

to explain my motivation.

You mean your son's recent suicide

after the death of his lover?

I only wish to clarify the situation,

and that is thus:

you wish to employ my services

in order to execute
an unsanctioned operation.

As I said before,
not completely unsanctioned.

I understand.

May I then rely on your complete
discretion in this matter

so that I may engage
another contractor?

That will not be necessary.

I have decided
to accept the assignment.

Despite it being unsanctioned?

Because it is unsanctioned,

I will require double my standard fee.

Plus expenses, of course.

Of course.

Mr. Harker?

It seems her ladyship
wishes to see me tonight.

No details.

How intriguing.

Sir, how long is Mr. Cervenka

going to be our guest?

You heard me.

As long as he wishes.

Do you have any objections?

Oh, yes,

Quite a growing number
of objections...

Chief among which
is his lack of discretion

and complete absence of self-control.

You're right.

He can be impetuous.

But Josef has saved my life
on the battlefield

more times than I care to count.

He's like my brother,

more than my brother.

His loyalty is absolute,

and he will obey my orders.

Nevertheless, he has demonstrated

that his obedience and loyalty fall

a distant second and third
to his nature.

He cannot be domesticated,
nor fully trusted.

Why?

He knows your true feelings

toward Miss Murray, for one,

and their origins.

I've sworn his silence.

A silence I'm sure
he means to keep,

but only insofar
as he's capable of keeping it.

It's not his loyalty that worries me.

I'm glad you came.

These things are best done in person.

What things?

Well, I did enjoy our soiree last night,

and I do find your company,

on occasion, most agreeable,

but I'm afraid I must terminate
this relationship.

How distressingly predictable.

- Excuse me?
- Never mind.

- I'll be on my way.
- No, wait.

Exactly what is this predictability

that you find so...
- distressing?

Well, not so much distressing
as disappointing.

The situation is clear,
crystal clear, in fact.

- Must I go on?
- Please do.

You're a woman
who takes great pleasure

in asserting her domination
over men.

However, once you do,

you very soon grow bored
with them.

True enough. Go on.

Since we met,
you've made every effort

to do the same with me,

and in this,
you have utterly failed.

Oh.

This failure to dominate me

has led to you being infatuated
with me.

Such is the intensity
of your emotions

that they threaten your sense

of independence and control.

The only way
to reassert this control

is by terminating our relationship.

Oh, you do flatter yourself so.

Your vulnerability is evident
by your withdrawal.

I call your actions cowardice.

I call your ploys tedious.

You still assert
that you feel nothing for me?

Nothing at all.

Follow me, sir.

- This way, sir.
- Tonight's engagement?

I imagine so.

And does it give you
great pleasure

to see me here as he arrives?

The game, Mr. Grayson,
requires at least three players.

Someday, madam,

you'll realize
I was never playing.

The huntress made a fool of you.

You know nothing.

I followed you.

I heard every word.

Who gave you permission
to follow me?

I could smell her stink on you

when you returned home last night.

I could never have believed
you would consort

with such a despicable creature.

Do you not understand?

We have a very complex strategy.

Some of our tactics are distasteful.

- Disgusting.
- Perhaps.

But they are necessary
if we are to emerge victorious.

We are playing a very dangerous

and a very unforgiving game.

By seducing their huntress,
I take her out of their game.

Ah, but not anymore

because there she is,

back on the board,

hunting us, killing us.

Do you not remember
when we were the hunters

and they were the prey?

Would harvest a hundred souls
before breakfast.

Please, my liege.

I beseech thee. Let me kill her.

Make her scream.

Mr. Harker?

You sent me the note?

Peter Lang,

formally Corporal Lang
of Her Majesty's Rifle Brigade.

You have the truth I seek
regarding Shaw?

I do. Cost you 10 bob to hear it.

I've got an address for you

and a name,

a lady called Vera Markham.

Who is she to him?

See for yourself.

Who is it?

Uh, my name's Jonathan Harker.

Yes?

I'm looking for Vera Markham.

I'm Vera Markham.

I thought you were dead.
I thought you were dead.

Your heart... There was a man.

No, no, he's gone,
he's gone, he's gone.

He's gone.
You scared him away.

Oh, god.
Oh, you saved my life.

What were you doing in
my bedroom in the first place?

I suffer from insomnia
from time to time,

and it's my habit
to take long, nighttime walks.

As of late, I find myself

increasingly drawn to this street.

The one we've been searching for?

I believe so.

So London is free again?

Excellent.

Thank you, sir.

Your methods, though.

It was reckless, foolhardy, even,

To lure such a creature into your home.

- But surely you must see...
- There was no chance.

You would not have recognized her.

So contrite, so gentle, so shy.

I have sheared the tiger's claws.

Just as you said you would, sir.

Although some doubted me.

She'll never see me now.

The Ordo Draco has lost
its most dangerous weapon,

and it doesn't even know it.

And you were able to remove
Josef in the process.

A masterstroke.

Yes.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Don't mention it.

Josef was a soldier.

He would have understood.

Sometimes, you have
to sacrifice a knight

to capture a queen.

Good-bye, Josef.

Tomorrow, we get back
to work, renfield.

We need that alloy for the resonator.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am, may I help you with that?

Wha...

Police business.
He's a known criminal.

No cause for alarm.

Come on, let's get out of here.