- Dearest Mina, forgive the brevity of this note
but I am desperately short of time.
Since my arrival here in Transylvania,
nothing has been as I expected.
Every door is locked and bolted.
I therefore must conclude
that I am prisoner here at Castle Dracula.
The Count himself offers no solace.
I was led to believe he lived here alone,
but there are others.
- Jonathan.
I'm concealing this letter in a package of documents
concerning the Count's property purchase,
which is to be mailed to the firm's offices in London.
I can only pray that some kind soul
will send it on to you.
Yours always, Jonathan.
- My dearest Lucy,
forgive this letter not being in my own hand,
but I am attempting to get to grips with the typing machine
that Jonathan purchased recently,
so that I might help him keep his journals.
In future, I plan to keep my own journal in the same way.
I do not suppose it'll be of much interest to other people,
but I may show it to Jonathan someday
if there's anything worth sharing.
Speaking of Jonathan, I've received nothing from him
since he departed for Transylvania, but I expect he is busy.
It must be so nice to see strange countries.
London can sometimes feel so stifling.
Ah, Emily, there you are.
- There's someone at the door, ma'am.
- At this hour?
- He said it was urgent.
- I apologise for the letter
having been opened, Mrs. Harker.
A young colleague received your husband's package
and failed to notice that this particular item
was addressed to you.
- It says here he's being held prisoner.
- Yes, that is rather concerning, I must say.
- So what are you going to do about it?
- Mrs. Harker, the firm is not legally obliged
to provide assistance in a situation such as this.
- Legally obliged?
- As you can see, under the terms
of Mr. Harker's employment with the firm,
any and all overseas travel is undertaken
entirely at the individual employee's own risk.
- How could you make him sign something like this
and then send him to Transylvania?
- Well, we are a firm of lawyers after all.
- If they won't help Jonathan,
I'll just have to do it myself.
- Do what, ma'am?
- Go to Transylvania.
- Where is Transylvania exactly?
- That's a good question.
Here it is.
- What's that?
- It's Jonathan's travel itinerary.
He had me type it up before he left,
but I still kept the original handwritten copy.
- Are you sure about this, ma'am?
- I have no more discussion on the matter, Emily.
I intend on traveling for Transylvania
first thing in the morning.
Let's see.
"Take the morning train from London to Dover,
followed by small steamship to the Port of Calais.
Once in France, take the Orient Express to Romania
via Munich and Vienna, crossing the border
into Transylvania by carriage.
Once in the countryside, local drivers will be familiar
with the location of Castle Dracula,
and can deliver you directly to the door."
- Good Lord, where on earth did you get that?
- It belonged to my husband's father.
- And his father before him, I should think.
It's an antique.
- Still works, I assure you.
- You're English?
- Yes.
I traveled here overnight from London.
- Alone?
- Yes.
- I've been away from London for three years,
so perhaps things have changed,
but I didn't think it was customary for English ladies
to greet a gentleman by pointing a pistol at him.
- Sorry, I only thought to keep myself safe from the wolves.
- Transylvania has the largest population
of wolves in the world,
and you'll need a good deal more than that pistol
to keep yourself safe here.
- What do you mean?
- Do you know quite where you are, madam?
- Of course I do.
The only thing I'm not sure of is to whom I'm speaking.
- But of course.
My name is Van Helsing.
Professor Van Helsing.
- Mina Harker.
Mrs.
- Mrs. Harker.
You say you traveled here from London without your husband?
- I'm just as capable of finding my way here as any man.
And besides, I had no alternative.
My husband was already here.
- Here?
You mean, here at Castle Dracula?
- Yes.
- Inside the castle?
- Yes, and I intend to join him
and find out exactly what's going on.
- There'll be no answer at this hour.
You could try during the hours of darkness,
but I would strongly advise against it.
There's a small inn just a mile back down the mountain,
where I have managed to arrange accommodation
for a few nights.
You'd be much safer there.
- I thank you for your advice, Professor.
But I really do think-
I really do think that securing accommodation
might be the most sensible option.
- It's this way.
Mrs. Harker, your suitcase.
- Oh.
Yes it is, thank you.
- What time is it?
- Just turned six o'clock.
- No church bells.
We've not seen a single soul since we came here.
Is this entire village abandoned?
- On the contrary.
Behind every shuttered window and locked door
is a family trying to get by.
- Why don't they come out?
- It's almost dusk.
Come along, Mrs. Harker.
The inn is this way.
- Two beer.
I've spoken to the inn-keeper,
and there is a room available for you upstairs if you wish.
- You seem very well-informed, Professor.
How long have you been in Transylvania?
- Just a few days.
- Do you have some sort of business with Castle Dracula?
- Business?
Yes.
Unfinished business.
I've been pursuing Count Dracula these past three years.
He led me a merry dance right across Europe
and into the Orient, where I followed,
down the length of the Yangtze River
to the City of Shanghai,
where I put a stop to his nefarious activities.
From there, he boarded a boat to Persia,
where I forced him into a retreat, overland via Russia,
back to his ancestral home,
that crumbling castle you saw today.
- And you're quite sure he's here now?
- Oh, yes.
Just a few days ago, a young girl from the village
disappeared on their way home at night.
No doubt, spirited away to Castle Dracula
for Lord only knows what purpose.
- Then my suspicions were correct.
The Count, he's a villain of some sort.
- A villain.
Yes.
Most assuredly, he is that.
- What has Jonathan got himself mixed up in?
- You said he'd managed to gain entry to the castle.
- My husband is a solicitor.
Apparently, the Count was in the process
of buying some property in London.
- London!
So that's his plan.
My dear Mrs. Harker, he must be stopped.
- What do you mean?
- Per square mile,
London is the most populous city in the world.
If Count Dracula were allowed to prosper there,
God knows what havoc he would create
if his evil were to be let loose.
- What evil?
Who exactly is this Count Dracula?
- Let us speak privately, Mrs. Harker.
Upstairs.
The people here are a superstitious and fearful kind.
Not only that, there may be some
whose allegiance lies with the Count.
There is room similar to this one
directly across the corridor, Mrs. Harker.
I've taken the liberty of placing your suitcase there.
Now, please take a seat, my dear.
I'd like to show you something.
- What's this?
- I fear, Mrs. Harker,
that if I were to tell you everything
I know of Count Dracula, you would simply not believe me.
I therefore suggest you preface our discussion
by looking at chapter seven of this publication.
- "Pseudomonarchia Daemonum"?
What does that mean?
- Well, it's Latin.
Surely you have a basic competency in Latin?
- No, I'm afraid not.
- Good Lord.
What do they teach young ladies in school these days?
- Needle work and the pianoforte, mainly.
- It means "The False Monarchy of Demons."
- Demons?
- This book is over a hundred years old.
It lists 69 known types of demons,
devils, and creatures of the occult.
There, chapter seven.
- What's that?
- The lamia was a being known to the ancient Greeks.
Part woman, part beast.
She fed on the blood of innocents
after satisfying her earthly desires with them.
- Earthly desires?
- Do I need to speak more plainly, Mrs. Harker?
- No, please don't.
This has to be the stuff of myths and legends, surely?
It can't exist today.
- I wish that were true.
- So what does this have to do with the Count?
- The Count is old, Mrs. Harker.
Older than me.
Older even than this book.
- That's not possible.
- When he was a young man,
Count Dracula encountered a creature such as this.
Entranced by her beauty, he fell in love.
And the lamia, once satisfied,
pierced his flesh with her teeth and drank his blood.
For a normal man, this would've meant instant death.
But such was the passion of the young Count
that on the brink of death,
he willingly drank the blood of the lamia in return.
He did not die.
And in fact, he will never die.
He remains, to this day,
in a perpetual state known as 'undead'.
He is, Mrs. Harker, a vampire.
- Jonathan.
Who is Mina, Jonathan?
- Mina?
- You were saying her name.
- My wife.
I must get home to her.
- No.
You don't need her, Jonathan.
All you need is us and our master forever.
- How do you know all this?
- This is my journal of the last three years.
Everything I've learned from every encounter with Dracula.
- What's this?
- Oh, nothing.
There was a small village I passed through
between here and Bucharest.
I asked the villagers about vampires
and the only thing they wanted to speak about was this.
Some local legend of men turning into wolves
during the full moon.
I simply made a drawing of what was described to me.
- Do you believe in it?
- My experience has taught me
to keep an open mind about such things.
Three years ago, I never would've believed
such a being as Dracula could exist.
But now, there is no doubt.
Where are you going?
- To find my husband.
If this horror is real, then there isn't a moment to spare.
- You would march up to Dracula's castle
in the midst of a storm?
Alone?
My dear Mrs. Harker, you haven't even a chance
of gaining entry to the place.
And if by some chance you did,
I'm quite certain you would never make it out alive.
Now is not the time for incautious, impulsive action.
I told you, I have pursued Dracula for three years,
and each time I came this close to him, he eluded me,
leaving a trail of death and misery in his wake.
- I have so much to learn.
- To learn?
- If I'm to help you.
- My dear Mrs. Harker, this is not your battle
nor a battle for any young woman to undertake.
- I have my father-in-law's pistol.
- Useless against a creature such as Dracula.
- Well, then, what would you have me do?
- Go home, Mrs. Harker.
Go back to your needlework and your pianoforte.
Leave this business to a professional man.
- Maria, Frida, Ilsa.
How dare you touch him?
Any of you?
How dare any of you cast your eyes on him
when I had forbidden it?
- But master-
- Do not test me further, Maria.
Take him downstairs.
There must be no trace of him in this room.
- This afternoon, I encountered a most fascinating
young woman, Mrs. Mina Harker.
Fascinating not least because her husband,
one Jonathan Harker, is at this very moment
a guest or prisoner of the Count.
I found Mrs. Harker to be somewhat impressive
in her accomplishments, having made her way alone
to the very foot of Castle Dracula in a matter of days,
a journey that has taken me these past three years.
However, I fear her youthful impetuousness,
however endearing, will carry her only so far.
She is wholly unprepared for what awaits her
within the castle walls.
Mrs. Harker.
Oh, I do apologize for the intrusion.
- Just say whatever it is you've come to say, Professor.
- Well, you left your overcoat behind
and I accidentally stumbled upon this letter
from your husband in one of the pockets.
- Give me that.
- Yes, of course.
- Is that all?
- I'm afraid I couldn't help
but take in the contents of the letter.
Your husband speaks of three others besides the Count.
- Yes.
- Mr. Harker's language is deliberately oblique.
But I believe these others to be, well, women.
- Women?
- As we discussed,
Dracula is a creature of evil, of the night.
But he's also a man, with a man's weakness for beauty.
For as long as I have pursued him,
the Count has kept by his side one or more women,
his brides, who he compels to serve him.
- Compels them how?
- Oh, do not underestimate his allure,
his pure animal magnetism.
Let him under your skin and he can tempt you
with desires you never knew you possessed.
Once under his control,
he supplies these women with a little of his own blood
to transfer into them the same lust for earthly pleasure
that resides within him.
- And what are these women doing with my husband?
- Mrs. Harker, I mentioned to you that I have so far
pursued Count Dracula for three years without success.
- Yes.
- Well, it has occurred to me that someone such as yourself,
that is to say a young lady might have a certain advantage
with regard to the possibility
of obtaining a degree of proximity to the Count.
- Professor.
Are you asking me for my help?
- Yes, Mrs. Harker.
I am.
- And in return for my help,
you will help me find my husband?
- But of course.
You understand you may be placed in very great danger.
You are stepping into a battleground
for which you are terribly ill-prepared.
- Then you must prepare me.
- Prepare you?
Yes, yes.
There's so much you need to learn
about the ways of the vampire.
And you must be prepared physically,
in case there should be a need to act in a moment of danger.
- To act?
- To kill a vampire, Mrs. Harker.
To drive a wooden stake through the ribcage
and into the beating heart
of a blood-sucking creature of the night,
to sever its head at the neck and to burn its body to ash.
And for all this, and more, you must be prepared.
Can you accept such a proposition?
- Yes.
- Then rest well, Mrs. Harker,
for tomorrow morning, we begin your training.
- I look forward to it.
But before I sleep, I must make a start of my journal.
- You keep a journal?
- I've just begun to,
although I didn't imagine I'd have events
such as these to record in it.
- You brought that thing with you all the way from London?
No wonder your suitcase was so heavy.
I could barely lift it.
- Well, I didn't expect there
to be so much walking involved.
- Good night, Mrs. Harker.
Sleep well.
- At the foot of Castle Dracula,
I encountered a quite extraordinary gentleman
with whom I've formed a tentative alliance.
Professor Van Helsing, for that is his name,
revealed a great deal of information about the Count,
which seems almost impossible to believe,
yet there's something about him.
The very poise of his head strikes one at once
is indicative of thought and power.
The professor is either a genius or a mad man,
and I'm left to ponder which.
What are we doing out here at the crack of dawn?
- I wanted to know the exact time the sun rises.
- Shouldn't I be inside studying one of your books?
- I told you, Mrs. Harker.
You must prepare your body as well as your mind.
But I do have a book for you to study.
- Is this supposed to be some kind of writing?
- The text is Chinese, Mrs. Harker.
- I can't read this.
- There are illustrations.
I saw with my own eyes,
the practitioners of these special exercises
perform feats of almost superhuman ability, crushing bricks,
splitting wooden planks with their bare hands.
Not that I expect you to accomplish such feats
in the short time we have available,
but these ancient techniques of the Orient
will prepare you for the physical onslaughts
that may face us in Castle Dracula.
Now, I must leave this with you
and continue with my own studies.
- If this is some sort of test, Professor.
I assure you, I mean to pass it.
I'm not dressed for this.
- What on earth are you wearing?
- Courtesy of the in-keeper.
You know, I now realize why gentlemen
outperform ladies in so many fields.
Our dresses are holding us back.
So a vampire can only be killed
by piercing its heart or severing its head?
- Yes.
And they may also be harmed by direct exposure to sunlight
and weapons of solid silver.
To go up against one with anything else is futile.
These are the essential tools of the vampire hunter.
A wooden stake with which to pierce the heart
and a hammer to drive it into place.
- It's heavy.
- As it must be, to drive the stake through the sternum.
This is why we must build the strength in your arms.
- And these?
- The crucifix is also an essential tool.
Vampires, although impervious to most suffering,
do have some limitations on their power.
A vampire may not cross the threshold of a building
unless invited to do so by someone inside.
The crucifix, as a symbol of the power of good over evil,
offers some protection to the one who carries it.
When you hold the crucifix aloft,
a vampire cannot approach you.
- And the mirror?
- Useful for detecting the presence of a vampire
before they attack, for a vampire casts no reflection.
- Just checking.
- Please, Mrs. Harker.
I do not show you these items for your amusement,
but possibly to save your life.
Now, please show me again how you hold the hammer.
You still find it heavy?
I thought as much.
To which end, I have constructed a little something
in your room to assist you
in strengthening your arms and wrists.
But, I must warn you,
you may find the effort painful at first.
- Professor, I'm as determined to rescue Jonathan,
as you are to destroy the Count.
And I'm not going to let little discomfort stand in my way.
- Young Mrs. Harker continues to progress.
With each passing day, my confidence grows
that my decision to allow her to assist me
in my mission was a good one.
My only concern is her fixation
on retrieving her husband from Castle Dracula.
Whilst totally understandable,
I fear her hope of finding him unharmed
is quite unrealistic.
Though I keep my thoughts to myself.
In truth, I do not hold out
any hope of finding the young man alive.
- The professor's strange training methods
are most invigorating.
I feel quite certain the day is fast approaching
when the professor will declare my training to be complete.
- Have you packed everything I suggested?
- Yes.
- There's just one more thing.
- I thought you said it was useless.
- Perhaps not entirely so.
- What are these?
- Silver bullets.
As many as I could fashion from the silver tip of my cane.
There's a fourth bullet already in the barrel of the pistol.
If your husband's letter is correct,
this gives us one bullet for each vampire,
the three brides, and Dracula himself.
Now, place all these in your suitcase.
Conceal them well.
We must be careful to avoid arousing suspicion.
- And do you have a plan to get us inside the castle?
- I do.
It'll involve a ruse.
And once inside the castle,
the ruse must be continued until sunrise.
Then we will seek out the Count's resting place.
But until then, whatever happens, whatever you encounter,
you must play along.
It may be that along with your husband's life,
the lives of many thousands of innocent people are at stake.
I'm sorry, is there a problem?
- You are going to Castle Dracula?
- Yes, but we do plan to return, I assure you.
Would you like me to pay for the rooms first?
- There is no charge for rooms
if you do one thing for me.
This is my daughter, Maria.
Four years ago, I received note from Count
to make delivery of glass bottles to castle
with much gold in recompense.
I was greedy.
I sent Maria to make delivery of glass bottles.
I never see her again.
- You never searched for her?
- I tried.
I tried to gather a group of men from village.
But men here, very weak.
They live in fear of the castle.
- With good reason.
- If you find my Maria, please bring her back to me.
- We'll do what we can.
- Thank you.
- Remember everything I've said.
Whatever happens, you must play along.
Ah, good evening, my dear.
My name is Professor Freudstein,
my carriage lost a wheel somewhere down the road.
And well, it's rather late.
And I was wondering whether perhaps you might be able
to offer some accommodation for the night.
- Our master does not allow guests.
- We'd really be most grateful.
- Yes, this is my niece.
- Mina.
- Yes, it's just the two of us.
We were on a research trip to study rare wildlife
in the Carpathian Mountains, and well,
we seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere.
- It's really very late.
We're sorry to disturb you, but we have nowhere else to go.
What's happening?
- I believe she's checking with her master.
- Beautiful room.
And my uncle?
- We have many rooms.
My sister Ilsa will attend to him.
- But he'll be nearby?
- Please, you must rest.
My sister Frida will be along with hot water for your bath.
- Sorry?
- Surely, you don't take us for savages
here in Transylvania?
We bathe before bed, just like you do in England.
- Yes, of course.
- Then you agree.
Frida and I will bathe you.
- Oh.
- I hope this will be satisfactory for your stay, Professor?
- Freudstein.
Yes, yes, quite satisfactory.
Thank you.
- Is there anything else
I can do to make you more satisfied?
- No, no.
- The beds here are quite warm.
- Yes, and are perfectly sized for just one person.
- You are correct, Professor.
If two people were to share this bed,
one would have to climb on top of the other, no?
- Well, quite.
Now, if you'll excuse me, my dear.
I'm afraid I really must rest.
- Rest well, Professor.
- 11 o'clock.
Six hours to sunrise.
- You brush my hair so delicately, Frida.
If only there was a mirror to see myself.
- Our master doesn't allow mirrors.
- Oh?
Why is that?
- You and your father must be very passionate
about wildlife to travel so far.
- You mean, my uncle?
- Yes, of course.
Which particular animal from this region do you admire most?
- I was hoping to see the gray wolf.
I understand that this area has the largest
population of wolves in the world.
- We have many wolves.
You can often hear the beautiful music they make.
You don't have wolves in England?
- No, not anymore.
Edward the First had them all put to death.
- Put to death?
But they are such beautiful creatures.
- Yes.
But a creature can be both beautiful and deadly.
Wouldn't you say so, Maria?
- You know my name?
You have a nightgown in your case?
- Oh, no.
- You mean you sleep without one?
- No.
I mean, yes, I do have a nightdress.
I'll find it.
- What is that?
- My crucifix.
I always take this to bed with me.
You don't object, surely?
- No.
But I think Frida and I should leave you to sleep.
- At last, I find myself resting
within the very walls of Castle Dracula.
My ruse involving young Mrs. Harker appears to have worked,
though I have yet to set eyes on the Count himself.
Thrilled as I am to have made such progress,
I fear the time is soon approaching when Mrs. Harker
must inevitably learn the truth of her husband's condition.
No man could survive unscathed more than a week
in the company of women such as these.
- The man is dangerous.
He is the one I've spoken of.
- What will you have me do?
- You and your sisters may deal with him as you wish.
Have your pleasure with him if you must,
but leave no blood left in him.
- And the girl?
- I want her.
She must be made one of us,
by invitation if she wishes.
By force if she does not.
- Just a few minutes rest before the onslaught.
- Are you resting well, Professor?
- Yes, yes.
Quite well, thank you.
- Mina, it's time for you to join us.
- And you're sure that there is nothing more I can do?
- No, no.
Thank you, my dear.
- You are quite sure?
- Join us.
Let us share our blood together.
- Well, perhaps you could close the door?
It is rather droughty.
I knew it, you're a creature of the night.
Get back.
- My master knows who you are.
- I said get back.
- You'll never defeat him.
We'll drink the blood from your lifeless corpse,
and he will reign forever as Prince of Darkness!
- Mrs. Harker.
Are you all right?
Oh, I'm so sorry for the intrusion.
- For goodness sake, Professor.
Anyone would think you'd never seen a woman before.
Surely, you have a wife.
- I-
Yes, I did before.
What's that?
- This is Jonathan's travel itinerary
from London to Transylvania,
the one I typed for him.
He was here in this very room.
- Ah, yes, your husband.
- Well, we have to find him.
- Yes.
Yes, of course.
There.
- Is it him?
The Count?
- We shall soon see.
- What are all the bottles for?
- I can guess.
Be ready with the pistol.
Even at his weakest,
the Count is far more powerful than his brides.
- Jonathan.
- Wait.
There's a pulse.
Very weak, but it's there.
- You mean?
- He's alive. - Ah.
- Mina.
- Drained him of almost every drop of blood.
It's all here in these bottles.
The Count is preparing sustenance for his journey to London.
Must be stopped.
- Wait, what about Jonathan?
- We've found your husband, Mrs. Harker, as promised.
I'm grateful for your help thus far.
And from here on, you may do as you wish,
but my priority is to find and destroy the Count.
- You didn't have a plan to get Jonathan to safety?
The truth is, I never expected to find your husband alive,
or even to find any trace of him at all.
Such is the unquenchable thirst of Dracula and his brides.
And therefore, I never formulated a plan to rescue him.
- And yet you had me accompany you here,
after all that training,
just so you could go after the Count?
- Mrs. Harker, do you understand what is at stake here?
Dracula must not be permitted to cast his malign shadow
over the greatest city in the Christian world.
The possible consequences are unthinkable.
- But I can't get Jonathan out of here by myself.
- Mrs. Harker- - You asked me
for my help, Professor.
And now I'm asking you.
I'm begging you for your help.
- Very well.
We'll take him back to the inn.
He'll be safe there.
My pursuit of the Count can wait.
- What's that?
- Just a small injection of Batleys Sedative Solution.
It has an opium base to take away
any pain and help him to rest.
- You know a lot about these things?
- Yes, well, I'm a medical doctor by profession.
- So much I don't know about you, Professor.
- There, he'll be calm now.
- Jonathan.
- It's best not to disturb him now.
Let him rest.
- Thank you, Professor.
I know you didn't come all the way to Transylvania
to rescue my husband.
- I should thank you, Mrs. Harker.
And apologize.
I risked your life using you as bait for the Count.
In any case, saving your husband was the right thing to do.
If it'd been my wife rather than your husband,
I'm sure I would've been just as insistent as you were.
- You said you did have a wife.
- Yes.
- May I ask, did she pass away?
- No.
No, my dear, no.
She's not dead, but she...
She's no longer the woman I married.
- Tuica. He make it himself.
- Thank you.
- Ah.
You might find this a little strong, Mrs. Harker.
- We'll see.
- Oh, why'd you do it, Professor?
- I admit it is an acquired taste.
- I don't mean the drink.
I mean, the Count.
Why do you pursue him?
- Well, isn't it self-evident?
He is evil, purist evil.
He must be destroyed.
Doing so is the single mission of my life.
There's no question of going back
to a normal day-to-day existence.
Not now that I'm aware such
unholy wickedness exists in the world.
- Of course, but why take it upon yourself?
- Because nobody I spoke to about it believed me.
Not until I met you, Mrs. Harker.
- Don't you think it's about time
you started calling me Mina?
- Well, if you insist.
- So you were telling me about your wife?
- I was on a research trip.
We both were, in Bucharest.
I'd heard rumors of a strange sickness
with no known treatment or cure.
Victims became pale and listless,
suffered immense blood loss for no visible reason,
and simply grew weaker and weaker
until the heart could no longer continue beating.
Little did I know,
it was all the work of Count Dracula and his minions.
When we finally began to uncover the truth,
we were witness to such horrors.
As a man of medicine and science,
it was almost impossible for me
to come to terms with what I'd seen.
For my wife, who was of a particularly
sensitive disposition...
My wife's condition is not an illness of the body,
but of the mind.
After experiencing such shocking events,
her mind simply ceased to function.
Perhaps now you understand why I was so reluctant
at first to involve you in all this.
- But I was involved, Professor,
from the moment I received that letter from Jonathan.
Is there any hope that she might recover?
- It is a very new area of science.
Even I know almost nothing
of the inner workings of the brain.
Fortunately, I was able to ensure
she'd be well cared for in my absence.
As for a recovery,
well, there's always hope.
I must check on your husband.
- Please.
You have been to Castle Dracula?
- Yes.
- Did you see anything
Of my daughter, Maria?
- Yes, I did.
- She's alive?
- I spoke with her.
She's very beautiful.
- Then there is hope.
- There's always hope.
- Mina.
I'm pleased to say your husband's condition
is greatly improved.
- Jonathan, how are you feeling?
- Better for seeing you.
- Well, I'm sure the two of you have a lot to catch up on.
I should get back to my studies.
Perhaps I could make temporary use of your room.
- Yes, of course.
- I can't believe you came all the way
to Transylvania to find me.
It was all like some terrible dream
I couldn't wake up from, until I saw you.
- It's over now.
- I couldn't stop them, Mina.
I know it sounds absurd,
but it was like they had some strange power over me.
It was overwhelming.
- I felt it too in that castle.
I had dreams of those women, and of the Count.
Let's just not talk anymore about it.
The professor and I have dealt with two of the creatures.
- But the Count, he never meant for me to leave that place.
- You're safe here.
Professor Van Helsing knows all about Count Dracula.
Get some rest.
- A quite extraordinary gentleman.
The professor is either a genius or a madman.
Your husband?
- Asleep.
- I suggest you try to get some sleep yourself.
- I'm not sure I dare.
I told Jonathan we are safe here, but,
I mean, the Count isn't confined to the castle walls, is he?
What if he comes after us?
- Remember what I told you.
A vampire may not cross the threshold
of a property unless invited in.
Since we have previously ascertained
the innkeeper is no friend of the Count.
I can assure you, we're quite safe here in the inn, Mina.
- How could you fail to kill the old man?
- But it was Ilsa.
- She and Frida, both lost to us.
- I'm sorry, master.
- It is now all the more imperative
that we turn her to our side.
- I think I know who she is.
- What do you know?
Tell me.
- She is the wife of the young man.
- Harker?
How do you know this?
- Her name is Mina,
the same name he calls out in his sleep.
- Such delicious irony.
You had the man.
Now I will have the girl.
If only we knew where to find her.
- They are staying at the inn in the village.
- How do you know this?
- She knew my name without ever hearing it from my lips.
She must have spoken with my father at the inn.
- This is why you will always be favorite bride, Maria.
- Father.
- Maria.
- I'm so cold.
Please, can I come inside?
- Hello?
I was wondering if you could spare another glass of the-
- Mina.
Open the window, Mina.
Let me inside.
- My master and I know who you are, old man.
- If you know who I am, you must surely fear me, Maria.
- We fear nothing.
- That's not true, is it, Maria?
You fear daylight.
You fear the holy crucifix, and most of all,
you fear your master.
- I love my master.
He gave me life.
- He gave you nothing but death, Maria.
Nothing but an endless lingering death where you can exist
only by leeching off the blood of innocents,
even that of your own father.
- Dracula is my father, my husband, and my lover.
- I can free you, Maria.
I can free your soul to enter heaven, if you'll permit me.
- You cannot.
My soul belongs to Dracula.
- Mina!
He's taken her.
- Welcome.
You are confused.
Don't be.
Your own desire brought you here.
- I have no desire to be here.
- Then why did you open the window?
I had no power to force you.
- You tricked me.
The Professor warned me.
He said that you can make people see things.
- I only showed you what is already in your heart.
- Your touch is cold.
- Yet you still yearn for it.
- I despise you.
- Love and hate, Mina, are but two sides of the same coin.
- I love my husband.
- Your husband?
Young Mr. Harker?
How could you have such allegiance
for one who has betrayed you?
- What?
- Here, in this castle, night after night.
- You're lying.
- Am I?
- Stop it.
You're tricking me again.
- Are you sure?
- It's not true.
- Mina!
- What's that?
- You know what it is.
I want you to drink it.
Drink.
Share my blood.
Share my power.
Be my bride.
Drink.
Taste the blood of Dracula!
- It's over, Dracula.
The sun is risen.
Mina!
- What are you going to do now?
- Finish him!
- You did it, Mina.
You finally succeeded where I've failed all these years.
- I didn't realize it was morning.
I've got to get back to Jonathan.
- Wait.
There's something I have to tell you, Mina.
About your husband.
- Dearest Lucy, I write this journal now for your eyes.
I had intended to share it with Jonathan, but...
But now, that is not to be.
Without him, I feel utterly cast adrift.
The thought of returning to London,
being greeted by all those pitying expressions
fills me with dread.
I feel almost inclined never to return at all.
The church bells are ringing.
- News has spread quickly that Dracula is no more.
Life is finally returning to the village.
- Then it was all worth it.
- I ,
I've made arrangements for the transport
of your husband back to London.
I presume you'll be accompanying him.
- I'm not sure.
I'm not sure about anything anymore.
It's as you said, once your eyes have been opened
to the darkness in this world,
it's difficult to go back to life as it was.
What about you?
- Me?
- Yes, didn't you say stopping Dracula
was your single mission in life?
- I did.
- So what will you do now?
- There was a village I passed through.
- Araci?
- Yes, yes, that's the one.
- You mentioned it before, where they said the men
turn into wolves during the full moon.
- Yes.
Yes, the people there live in fear for their lives.
Though my research indicates that the silver bullets
I created might be effective against such creatures.
- You said it was a short distance from here?
On the way to Bucharest?
- That's correct.
- Then perhaps we should...
- Investigate?
Yes.
Perhaps we should.
- Action.
It didn't even break.
- What's that?
- This is Johnathan's, sorry.
Stop saying it, stop saying it.