Dracula (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 6 - Of Monsters and Men - full transcript

Vampires don't promenade about,

attending balls and running businesses.

They are creatures of night and shadow.

My point, precisely.

In all the months
Grayson's lived in London,

he has yet to attend
a single event in daylight.

Well, if that were the proof,
I'd have to hunt half the titled cads in London.

Then consider those
who oppose his interests.

Sir Clive, killed by a wolf.

Lord Laurent persuaded to
forfeit his company

at the cost of his life.



Meanwhile, the man develops
a technology which, if successful,

will render our investments
in the Ottoman oil fields worthless.

I understand your concerns,
Mr Browning, I do,

but I've spent a great deal of time
with Mr Grayson...

And I can assure you, as your head huntsman,

I would have noticed
if the man were nosferatu.

Thomas, you've been looking into the man.
What do you make of him?

Well, I must say I do share
your concerns, Mr Browning.

Based on what evidence?

Well, nothing specific. Purely instinct.

- Shall I probe further?
- No. That won't be necessary.

I know a way to flush out the beast.
Once and for all.

Thank you.

Winston, a little bird tells me you have
a case of 1811 Chateau Margaux.



I do, madame.

Well, Alexander, you must try this.
It's exquisite.

Of course.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

A single playing card,
folded elegantly down the centre.

And torn into two pieces.

Shown on the front and the back.

Now, watch very carefully,
'cause your eyes will deceive you.

- That's extraordinary.
- Yes. This Soup Julienne, is extraordinary.

So, I should have that
and so should you, Mina.

Look, I'm, I'm sorry,
darling, but, uh...

I don't know how someone
so bright can enjoy

something as simple-minded
as parlour magic.

- So, how's it done, then?
- It's simple, really.

Why, Mr Grayson, you have a gift
for making London seem small.

Miss Murray, you're looking
lovely tonight. As ever.

Permit me to explain.

The card is folded down the middle.

And is torn, but not the whole way.

It is folded back in itself, and you mime,
tearing the card in half...

Good Heavens.

So it appears to be torn.

But really, it's still in one place.

The rest is purely theatre.

- It's very good, isn't it, Jonathan?
- Yes, quite.

Yes, if business should ever prove fruitless,

you might very well enjoy
a future on the stage.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Well, I appear to have
been abandoned by Alexander.

I'm sure he'll be back
when he's done showing off.

Oh, I have no doubt.

Darling, would you pop in
for tea at mine tomorrow?

It's just, I feel we have so much in common

it would be a sin
not to get to know each other better.

Yes, of course, I'd love to.

See, I, I also know what it's like
to be denied one's heart's desire.

I have no interest whatsoever
in Alexander Grayson.

I'm not talking about him.

I'd like to apologise

for leaving your engagement
party so abruptly.

I'd hate to think either of you
inferred a personal slight

or a diminution of my fondness
towards you as a couple.

For you, Harker, are the king of hearts.

And you, Mina, the queen.

And even if an evil little jester
tries to come between you...

He cannot sever your bond.

Winston. Please see to it
that my friends get the very best.

On my account.

Now, shall we see

just how much of Mr Grayson's fortune
we can drink in a single night?

Let's.

Winston!

- May I take your shawl, my queen?
- You may, my king.

How was your promenade?

Oh, spoilt by too much rain.
Thus requiring your assistance.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Are you sure?

I've been thinking.

About?

We should elope.

- Elope?
- Hmm.

It makes sense.

Why go through the trouble
of a formal wedding

when we could just be together?

Just you and me, as we are.

Do you honestly feel
that what we did last night

makes our vows any less sacred?

No. No, of course not.

Then we should get married in a church.

Before God and our family,
and all of our friends.

Of course. We'll set a date.

- Then what are you doing tonight?
- I'm due at University.

I see.

So I'm playing second fiddle
to your work with Dr Van Helsing.

You're late.

Nickel-steel alloy.

Sixty per cent lighter than regular steel,
with amazing heat-transference properties.

Non-magnetic, as well.
The answer to our resonator casing problem.

Very good, Harker.

I don't suppose you can tell me
the foundries in England

with expertise in nickel-steel alloy.

Trick question. There's only one.
And Renfield found it.

Empire and Colonial Metallurgy.

Now, it's owned by
one Ewan Telford III. He's American.

Old money, Boston blueblood.

His family is in shipping.

Besides dabbling in business,

it seems Ewan has a fanatical interest
in all things Wild West.

Cowboys and Indians?

Outlaws, six-guns, fallen women.

And most interestingly, poker.
Five-card draw.

All comers welcome, with unlimited stakes.
And it just so happens...

- He has a game this evening.
- Does he now?

Mmm-hmm.

Excellent work, Mr Harker.

Renfield. Good to see you on the mend.

Have the, uh, have the police made
any headway on your attackers?

I'm sorry to say, no.

I'm told this type of gang attack is
all too common on your Eastside.

It's hard to believe that
they'd attack a man your size.

- A measure of their desperation.
- Clearly.

I suppose I should be grateful
they didn't take my life as well.

Time, after all, heals all wounds.

- Not all.
- True, sir.

But there are still things we can do
to lessen their sting.

Harker, can you excuse
us for a moment? Now.

Of course.

- You found it.
- Yes, sir. The Dresden Triptych.

The Dresden Triptych, eh?

15th Century. Romanian. Baroque.

We intercepted a telegram
from his man Renfield to the auction house.

It seems that for 12 years,

Grayson has employed agents
all over the globe

in search of this Triptych.

The auction is next week.

Good work, Mr Cameron.

Hackett, get me this Dresden Triptych.

If Mr Grayson wants it, then so do I.

- Your bet, Mr Grayson.
- Huh?

I fold.

Fold.

Three 10s.

Mr Grayson, you have played
this game before, correct?

I have, Mr Telford. Many times.

Well, I certainly wouldn't know
it by your timidity, sir.

You've folded nine straight hands.

The cards weren't to my liking.

And yet you bet recklessly
on them right up to the very last round.

I just about cleaned you out
without seeing a single one of your cards.

Just about.

How was your evening, sir?

I suspect Mr Ewan Telford III
is busy trying to explain

to his mummy and daddy how
he lost his business in a card game.

The annual stockholder meeting
for British Imperial Coolant

has been rescheduled.

Instead of Friday evening,
it'll be held at noon.

In the solarium? In the middle of the day?

Send my regrets.

Sir, as chairman, you must attend.

Or risk a proxy vote,

which will remove you
as head of the company.

Lose control and you lose the coolant.

Damn Van Helsing!

I told him to delay our plan
to avenge the Order

until he perfected the serum.

Now I lose my company or burn.

Damn!

What is this? Why is it hidden away?

What in the world was I thinking?

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me, Miss Westenra.

I didn't mean to embarrass you at the Savoy.

It's just...

When I saw the manner in which
you were gazing at Miss Murray, I...

I felt like I was peering into a looking glass.

Oh, dear girl.

Oh, don't be frightened.

I mean, surely Minerva...

Surely your mother told you
how commonplace these urges are.

No.

But yes, of course, they're a perfectly
natural part of a woman's maturation.

I, myself, had several female lovers
before I ever conjugated with a man.

Really?

Hmm.

These... These longings are not unusual.

In fact, Mina likely feels
the same way about you.

- She's never uttered a word.
- Neither have you.

See, women have many secret ways
of expressing desire.

Just a touch of the hand, gentle hug.

Stolen glance.

The hints abound.

Mina no doubt is too afraid
to unveil her heart to you.

But the next time she gives you a hint,
assume the burden.

Tell her how you feel.

What is this?

We owe the failure
of the last serum experiments

to the viscosity of vampiric blood.

The heart alone cannot
generate the pressure

necessary to force
the serum into the capillaries.

This can.

We will be ready to test
on a new subject in a few days.

No.

You will test it tomorrow. On me.

I must let you get back to your lab
and ensure your calculations are correct.

Tomorrow, Van Helsing. Tomorrow.

I thought I told you specifically
to keep this to yourself!

I had no choice.
General Shaw is a traitor.

You know, I admire your patriotism, Harker.

If anyone should even suspect
that I had anything to do with this...

They won't!

I was very discreet.

There was a friend of a friend
of an old contact at The Times.

The story will never come back to me,
let alone you.

You see that it doesn't.

You're certain that
it was Mr Renfield?

I got a good look at him. It was him, all right.

- Did he identify himself?
- No, sir, I saw him before.

It was Grayson's man.
The large, black gentleman.

I saw him handing money
to a woman called Vera Markham.

Heard him say that
Mr Grayson would spare no expense

to keep her identity secret.

The Order thanks you for your service,
Mr Dewhurst.

"Spare no expense."

Find out about this Vera Markham,

and why Grayson might have reason
to be paying her off.

By legal means, sir?

By any means necessary.

What are you doing?

Professor...

Erm...

That will be all, Miss Murray.
I no longer require your assistance.

- You're discharging me?
- That will be all.

I conducted an experiment
by adding this substance

to human cheek cells,
and the dead cells reanimated.

That's not possible.

No, I repeated the experiment
and the results were identical.

Have a seat.

Your mind is impossible to contain,
Miss Murray.

Unfortunately,

enthusiasm does not always lend itself
to accurate results.

This substance you found...

Is actually an inert medium
containing a microscopic parasite

I obtained in Sumatra.

I would've observed living organisms.

Normally, yes,

but these creatures are too small
to be observed even with a microscope.

No, I... I don't see how...

So, you see, my dear,

what you call "reanimation"
is nothing more than

the effect of cells being attacked
by thousands of voracious parasites.

I apologise.

The truth is,
my mother died when I was very young.

I'm sorry.

Cancer of the stomach.

You wish to cure cancer?

No.

I wish to cure death.

So, you've read Dr Freud's latest papers

and his theory on
a phenomena he calls projection...

By which, objective observation is distorted...

By subjective desire, yes.

I am sorry I wasted your time.

The allegations still need
to be proven in court.

The gutter press have already
handed down their verdict.

Shaw is useless to us now.

Davenport already has a lead
on the source of the story.

No doubt the American's behind this slander.
He had the most to gain.

Well, speaking of whom, it appears he
will be attending your shareholders meeting.

So much for flushing out the beast.

Perhaps you should
leave the vampire hunting to me.

There is ample time
for him to send his regrets.

Huntsman.

Much as I have long tolerated
your extracurricular activities,

if you are involved with Grayson
and he proves to be a vampire,

you will not only face
the full wrath of the brotherhood,

but mine as well.

Drive.

Walk on.

I'm winning.

- Oh, are you now?
- Yes.

- Shall we wager?
- Is this a race then?

I think we might tie.

- Lord Davenport?
- The soon to be Mr and Mrs Harker.

What on earth are you doing here?

Radiant as ever, Miss Murray.
The portrait of the blushing bride.

- Mr Harker, could I have a word?
- Of course.

I'll be right back.

You know, I'd always found it queer
that Alexander Grayson hired you.

I mean, what need does an American
entrepreneur have for a rapacious journalist?

Given the recent libel of General Shaw,
I appear to have the answer.

Look, Grayson isn't involved.

And even if he was,
it isn't libel if the charges are true.

I didn't know you had such
a remarkable penchant

for ruining the lives of innocent men.

What makes you so sure
that you are immune from the same fate?

Only one ticket, I'm afraid.

Enjoy the show.

A lady to see you, ma'am. A stranger.

- Well, ask her to come in.
- The doctor came at the same time, sir.

- Did he go straight into my room?
- Yes, sir.

- How do you do, Nora?
- Oh, how do you do?

You don't recognise me, I suppose.

No, I don't know.

Yes. To be sure, I seem to.
Christine, is it really you?

Yes, it is I.

These are General Shaw's
personal accounts.

It's all there.
Sole shareholder, Empire Munitions.

She's not a book-keeper.

She's an actress.

- I've altered.
- You have altered.

Yes, indeed.

Nine, ten long years.

Oh, isn't this handsome?

It's an ivory satin draped bodice
with a broad yoke and a gored skirt.

Trimmed with the lilies of the valley.

I prefer a train, they're so regal.

The seamstress could make the additions.

Hmm.

Truly, Mina,

one should at least pretend to drive pleasure
from the planning of one's own wedding.

- If only for appearances sake.
- I do.

It's just...

I think I'm being deceived.

- By whom?
- Professor Van Helsing.

What would he gain from lying to you?

I don't know. I suppose I haven't
been a beacon of honesty myself.

This substance that I've been working with,
it has some astounding properties.

Characteristics that
could revolutionise medicine.

Why would anybody want
to conceal such an incredible discovery?

Perhaps he doesn't want to,
but then he feels that he should.

Speaking of such notions is taboo.

I'm sorry.

All this talk of science
and research and cures,

you must find it all intolerably dull.

Not when you're speaking of it.

You're kind to humour me.

It's not kindness, Mina, but love.

- I love you, Mina.
- I love you.

We're dear friends, we're sisters even.

Oh, we could be so much more.

It's a natural part of our maturation.

I broke things off with Alastair,
did I tell you?

Mother begged to know the reason,

she would've flogged it out of me
if she could, but I couldn't tell...

Wouldn't tell her.

The reason I did it was you.

- I've always loved you, Mina.
- Lucy!

I didn't realise it till now,
but I now know that I always have.

So, every time that we've...

Danced and dressed and cried
and slept together...

Is that why you undermine Jonathan?

Not to protect me, but for your own gain!

- No, Mina...
- Has our whole friendship been a pretence?

Of course not!

You need to leave.

- Mina...
- Please, Lucy.

The electrical currents
will start the heart

and the heart, your heart, will beat.

Your natural blood pressure
will not be sufficient

to fully distribute the solar serum
through the small capillaries

and infuse the tissue, as you might recall
from our last effort.

I don't think I'll ever forget our last effort.

This apparatus will augment
your blood pressure and infuse the tissues.

You will experience some discomfort.

The pressure must be immense to ensure
complete saturation of the tissues.

Are you sure you still want to do this, sir?

If I don't do this, Renfield,
all our efforts will have been in vain.

We can't win if we don't go all in.

We are ready.

- Ready.
- Now.

Power off!

Again.

Again! Now!

Enough.

Quickly.

Grayson's late.

Grayson's finished.

No sign of Mr Grayson.

How unfortunate for you.

Might I recommend keeping it short, for once?

We have no idea how long the serum will last.

I've never been quite so motivated
to be concise in all my life.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I intend on being brief,

'cause nothing quite ruins
a beautiful sunny day

like talks of profits and earning.

Let us begin by looking at
the financial condition of British Imperial.

All very well
talking this way, Mr Grayson,

but we've yet to see any profits.

Lord Rothcroft, I understand your concerns.

All I can say, is that with absolute confidence

that you can expect handsome profits

at the end of this quarter
and many more to come.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Before I go, allow me to say this...

Nothing speaks louder than success.

British Imperial is, and will continue to be,

a key partner in the development
of energy technology,

that will drive the next century.

Mr Grayson!

You haven't quite answered all our questions.

Given that Grayson Energy is
the sole customer of British Imperial Coolant,

its health is of tremendous import to us all.

We're on track and budget to power
all of London by the end of the fiscal year.

We must go.

Hold on, sir, we're nearly there.
Hold on.

Papa! Papa! Papa!

- Night, Vera.
- Goodnight, Albert.

I did everything you asked.

I won't tell anyone.