You'll write often?
Every day, I promise.
And I promise to study my shorthand,
so that I shall be able to do your letters when we're married.
Jonathan! Jonathan!
Time for you to go.
Yes, of course.
0h, Jonathan, I do wish Bohemia wasn't so far away.
Now, Lucy, you'll only upset your sister.
But you don't know two words of the language.
No, but one can tell from the Count's letters that he has good command of English.
I know you girls will laugh at your old mother,
but I've had cook put up a few sandwiches for you, Jonathan.
One never knows about food when travelling abroad.
Thank you, Mrs Westenra. That was very thoughtful of you.
Well, time to go.
Goodbye, Jonathan.
(Dog barking)
(Thunder)
(Thud)
(Whistle blowing)
Excuse me.
Do any of you speak English?
Speak English?
I speak some little.
Well, when we left the inn, some of the men and women pointed at me.
Like this.
Yes.
What does it signify?
What does it mean?
They say it is a charm against the evil eye.
Why should I need the charm any more than, say, yourself?
Where are you alighting?
At the head of the Borgo Pass.
It is very important that we get there well before midnight and across the border.
Really? Why is that?
Do you not know what day this is?
It is the 4th of May.
The eve of Saint George.
When the clock strikes midnight,
all the evil things of the world shall take command.
I'm a solicitor,
and I'm taking some documents concerning a property in England
for a Count Dracula to sign.
(Speaks foreign language)
Not-not-not... Not go!
Not go!
(Speaks foreign language)
My dear lady, I have to go.
Please, don't upset yourself.
(Speaks foreign language)
(Howling)
Have you, please, the correct time?
It's half past six.
(Speaks foreign language)
(Horses neigh)
Here is part of the woods, sir. The head of the Borgo.
Thank you.
God go with you.
(Speaking foreign language)
For your mother's sake.
Thank you.
(Horses neigh)
There should be carriage waiting for me.
Wait! Wait! Moment, bitte.
I was told there'd be a carriage waiting for me.
I'm sorry. We can't delay. We cannot!
But you can't leave me here in the middle of nowhere!
(Howling)
(Whining)
Welcome to my house, Mr Harker.
Come freely, go safely.
Count Dracula?
I am Count Dracula.
Will you come in?
And please, leave here some of the happiness you bring.
No, no, allow me. I insist.
I insist. You are my guest.
It is late and the servants are not available at this hour.
Close the door.
- Follow me. - Thank you.
(Howling)
Do forgive me if I do not join you.
I have already dined.
You will please help yourself to whatever you wish.
Thank you.
Some Tokay, perhaps?
Hmm?
That will be very welcome.
Excuse my asking, but...
these plates, are they solid gold?
They're 400 years old.
We boyars are more aware of what they say to us about our past
than of their value or utility.
They are very... distinctive.
You must know a great deal of the history of Transylvania.
All there is to know, I'm afraid.
Sometimes I think... too much.
(Howling)
Listen to them. The children of the night.
What music they make.
Well, Mr Harker, tell me about this house in England
which has been purchased for me.
What is the name of it?
- Carfax. - Carfax.
What is the origin of the word?
Well, it is an old house, in a district of London known as Purfleet, near the River Thames.
It's four-sided, and each corner follows a point of the compass.
The name then is possibly a corruption of the French... quatre faces.
Four faces.
That's absolutely correct, Count.
And how did Mr Hawkins come to hear of it?
My fiancée's sister knows a doctor in the area.
You are engaged to be married?
Yes, sir.
And does your fiancée live in London?
Yes, with her family. But they always go away for the summer.
Of course, the English custom.
To a spa or watering place.
They go to Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.
Basso, your house is very near the sanatorium that this doctor runs.
A Dr Seward.
The house is old. I'm glad.
A house cannot be made habitable in a day.
And after all, how few days go to make up a century.
Mr Hawkins thinks highly of you.
That's very kind of Mr Hawkins.
And adds, Mr Harker shall be ready to attend on you
during his stay when you will
and to take your instructions in all matters.
I think you will find everything in order.
Thank you. Give it to me.
(Cock crows)
There. It is morning.
How inconsiderate of me to keep you talking. You must be tired.
But tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will.
- Good night, Mr Harker. - Good night, sir.
- 0h, Mr Harker? - Sir?
You may go anywhere you wish in the castle.
However, the doors of certain rooms are locked.
It stands to reason that you will not be able to enter these rooms
and you should not try.
They have been locked for generations,
and only the masters of the house have known why.
Respect this tradition, please.
Thank you.
(Sheep bleating, distant)
Good morning...
or rather, good evening.
You have slept well.
It is already dusk.
Stupid things.
Shouldn't trust them.
The trouble with mirrors is that they don't reflect quite enough.
Don't you think? (Chuckles)
Er...
(Crash)
You've cut yourself.
Heh.
One of these two girls is your fiancée?
Yes, sir. The one on the right.
And the other one?
Her sister.
An embarrassing choice. They are both very pretty.
Uhh.
English literature is the richest in the world.
But then, of course, I'm partial.
I have a passion for the English language.
I would wish to speak it faultlessly, perfectly.
But you almost do, Count.
This "almost" is disheartening.
You shall remain here for a while so that I may learn from you
and shatter this "almost" irrevocably.
Please correct the slightest error in my speech.
However small, please, correct it.
Frankly, sir, I was hoping to return to London
as soon as you have signed the lease of the house at Purfleet.
No, no, you must remain here for a month at the very least.
A month?
Do you really wish me to stay so long?
Only my needs are to be consulted.
Remember the instructions of your employer.
Look upon at it as a little holiday.
I understand, sir.
You will write to Mr Hawkins and your fiancée...
should you so wish.
Or have you already done so?
No, sir, I could find no writing paper in my room.
There is some writing paper here on the desk.
Please sit down.
Very, very thin.
The thinnest paper possible.
One can almost see through it.
- Yes, indeed. - Yes indeed.
You will forgive me but I have many things to attend to
before I set sail for England.
I must go now.
By the way,
do not under any circumstances sleep in this room, please.
Very well, sir.
Good.
Until tomorrow, then.
Whitby?
(Strains)
0hh. 0h, Mina. Mina.
Am I... Am I going mad?
I don't understand it, Mr Hawkins.
It's so unlike Jonathan.
"Everything is going very well.
"I am very well."
Nothing about his journey or what happened. Nothing.
Much the same story in mine, my dear,
and I must say, I find it very surprising that he needs to stay a month.
A month? 0h, no.
"The Count has requested me to remain one month.
"And as it's your wish that I should do everything to accommodate him,
"I have naturally agreed."
0h, what are we going to do?
Well, if I hear anything more, I'll certainly let you know.
0h, yes. Yes, of course.
0h, we shall be going to our house in Whitby for the summer at the end of the week.
I'll keep in touch with you, my dear.
Thank you.
41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50.
Ah. I've got to stop.
51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60.
61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70.
71, 72, 73...
(Sighing)
It's just like old times, isn't it?
When we all came here for the school holidays.
Same old mugs for hot chocolate.
Well, darling, it was one of the few things that stopped you walking in your sleep.
I haven't done that for a long time.
No, we just got into the habit of drinking hot chocolate.
And you must get into the habit of going to bed earlier, Mummy.
You know what Dr Seward said.
0h, doctors.
All the same.
I think I shall turn in.
Though mind you, I feel a great deal better.
Good night, Mummy.
Child.
- Good night, Mina. - Good night, Mummy.
- Good night. - Good night.
Are you really worried about Jonathan?
Wouldn't you be?
Poor Mina.
You're so much in love,
and you really don't understand men at all.
You do, I suppose.
Well, I've been longing to tell you.
I've had two proposals of marriage.
I know about Dr Seward.
- And Quincey. - Quincey?
Quincey P Holmwood.
He's a very handsome American boy from Texas,
and he's something high up in the embassy in London.
Where did you meet him?
0h, that's the embarrassing bit.
John Seward introduced us.
Lucy. Which one are you going to marry?
I'm really not quite sure.
0h, why can't a woman marry two men?
Or at least as many as want her?
Save all this trouble.
0h, you really are impossible.
Dear John, I think it will be Quincey.
Good night, Mina.
Good night.
And I shouldn't worry about Jonathan.
If I know anything about men,
he will be having a lovely time with that Count of his.
With deeds and torts and searches, all washed down with local wine.
It's not Jonathan's style at all.
I was only joking.
Good night, darling.
Good night.
(M/na, d/storted) Wr/te often? Wr/te... Wr/te often?
(Jonathan) Every day, M/na. I prom/se.
(Laughter)
(M/na) And I prom/se to study my shorthand.
(Jonathan) Every day, M/na.
For my dearest...
Just a moment's not/ce...
Every day.
(Laughter)
(Laughter /ntens/f/es)
Go on. You can go first.
Me? First?
0ui, you have the right.
Hmm.
He's young and strong.
(M/na) When we're marr/ed... marr/ed. When we're marr/ed.
(Jonathan) Oh, my dearest, I hate to go away I/ke th/s.
I prom/se to study my shorthand,
so that I'll be able to do your letters when we're marr/ed.
(Giggles)
Marr/ed. When we're marr/ed.
- And you'll wr/te often? - Every day, M/na. I prom/se.
And you w/ll wr/te often? Wr/te often?
And you w/ll wr/te often?
(Laugh/ng and moan/ng)
Don't touch him.
(Distorted) Any of you.
Don't look at him. Leave him.
Back. Back.
You never loved me.
You never loved.
You never love.
0h, yes, I have.
Come.
(Giggling)
Shh. I need him for a while.
And then you shall have him.
He will be yours. All yours.
(M/na) When we're marr/ed.
(Jonathan) Just a moment's not/ce.
Now, go.
I must awaken him.
And tonight, you can give us nothing?
Nothing?
(Giggling)
(Men singing, distant)
(Whistles)
I expect you are anxious to return to England?
I should like to start back soon. It's true.
Very well.
Write a letter to your friend
saying that you have already left the castle and have arrived at Bistritz,
where you are awaiting the weekly express.
- May I ask with what object, sir? - The posts are few and uncertain.
Writing now will ease the minds of Mr Hawkins and your fiancée.
Count Dracula?
Yes.
I've been struck by a curious fact.
Yes?
I've not seen a single servant since I've been here,
yet my meals are served, my bed is made.
Tell me, are we alone in the castle?
Alone? How could one be alone in this castle?
In its most remote corners, the past, the living past is present, surrounding us.
That does not answer my question, sir.
I've been here for three weeks, and I have not once stepped outside the castle.
I would gladly have shown you the countryside
if you had expressed a wish to do so.
When would we have gone? In the dead of night?
I've never set eyes on you during the day.
I have a large estate to manage.
Nor have I seen you eat.
I eat alone.
And who would have driven the coach?
My driver.
You are lying, Count Dracula!
You are losing your temper, Mr Harker.
Who took me back to my room last night?
Back to your room? What do you mean?
I slept by mistake in the library.
I witnessed a... a nightmare and woke up in my bed.
How did I get there?
Am I to be held responsible for a vivid imagination?
Now you tell me to write a letter saying that I've already left the castle. Why?
You're keeping me here against my will! Why?!
To improve my English, Mr Harker,
as you very well know.
But if you wish to go, by the time you pack your portmanteau,
my driver will be waiting for you
to take you wherever you wish.
(Howling)
(Barking)
Count, you're playing cat and mouse with me. I want to know the reason why.
You do not trust me?
No, I don't.
And trust is essential in human relationships.
0h, two Slovaks have given me this. It is full of strange hieroglyphics.
Have a look at it. It might amuse you.
And do not forget to write that letter as I told you.
(Insect buzzing)
No!
(Buzzing)
(Buzzing stops)
Good evening, Mr Renfield.
Ah, yes.
Doctor.
Do come in.
See what I have here.
Yes.
That's a fine collection of flies.
When I have sufficient, I shall start collecting spiders.
To eat the flies?
Exactly.
Well, should you use most of the food meant for you to attract insects?
I shall be compensated.
Well, I very much hope so.
(Buzzing)
Master? Master?
Are you coming soon?
0pen this door!
(Grunting)
No.
No. To England.
Never.
0h. Aah!
(Woman) Lucy!
Lucy! Lucy!
Perhaps we should be getting back now, Lucy?
See if the evening post has arrived, I suppose.
0oh.
I don't know what it is, but I have the most uneasy feeling about Jonathan.
He said he'd write every day.
Afternoon, Miss Mina, Miss Lucy.
Afternoon, Mr Swales.
Still sitting among the tombstones?
Do you know what lies was wrote on 'em?
Ha ha ha! Look here.
"Sacred to the memory of George Cannon.
"Falling off the cliffs of Whitby.
"Erected by his sorrowing mother to her dearly beloved son."
(Laughs)
Really, Mr Swales. I don't see anything funny in that.
Course you don't. Cos you don't know.
You don't know his mother was a hell cat who hated him because he was a hunchback.
(Chuckling)
Young Cannon committed suicide
rather than she get an insurance she put on his life.
He stood on the edge of this cliff...
and he blew his brains out.
Heh heh! So of course he fell over.
(Laughs)
Now, there's a dangerous sight for ya.
Dangerous?
The sky. There's a wind coming up.
Them clouds.
I've seen it all 'afore.
There's a storm coming up over the horizon.
I've seen it 'afore.
I best get home and put up me shutters.
My service to you, ladies.
What a funny old man.
Scary in a way.
0h, I don't think so, darling. Just eccentric.
He needs to have an audience.
Perhaps he's right.
Look at that cloud.
(Thunder)
I've never seen such a storm. It's quite frightening.
I love lightning.
I always think something exciting's going to happen.
- 0oh, look! - What?
I thought I saw a ship.
Where?
Quite close to the rocks. Wait. Wait.
- There! - 0h, yes, I saw it.
- It's heading straight for the rocks. - 0h, how terrible!
(Wood creaking)
"one of the puzzling aftermaths of last night's storm
"was the discovery early in the morning of the well-known figure of Skipper Swales."
What?
"His body was lying on a gravestone underneath a bench."
0ur bench!
"He'd been savaged by a dog."
0h, no.
"It is evident from the ship's log that the crew had convinced themselves
"that a strange man was haunting the ship.
"Some took to the boats. The remainder jumped overboard.
"It was then that the Captain lashed himself to the helms."
- Isn't it exciting? - I think I'd call it tragic.
0h, that, of course, but exciting, too.
And frightening.
"Among the ship's cargo is a number of great wooden boxes
"filled with mould and consigned to a Whitby solicitor
"who took possession of them formally this morning."
But Whitby's such a quiet little place as a rule.
The post!
I think it's too bad of Jonathan not to write her a proper letter.
I don't know what young people are coming to.
Mummy, there may be all sorts of reasons
and letters do go astray.
Especially from abroad.
Well, I can't help feeling there's something wrong.
- There's three for Mummy. - Thank you, darling.
One for you, Lucy.
I've got one from Mr Hawkins.
It's from Quincey!
He's coming down for the weekend.
0h, good. That'll be nice for you, dear.
Mina?
It's nothing really.
Mr Hawkins has had a letter from Jonathan.
What does it say?
That he's on his way home and he's waiting for the express at Bistritz.
Well, when does he leave?
June the 18th.
But he should have been home weeks ago.
Lucy? Whatever's wrong?
(Growling)
Lucy?
(Man and woman moaning)
Lucy!
Ah!
Lucy! Lucy. Lucy.
0h!
No, wake up!
(Groaning)
Wake up now, Lucy!
Wake up!
What am I doing here?
You've been sleepwalking, darling.
It's all right.
I'm going to take you home.
It's all right.
Stand up. Let me fasten this.
Good girl.
All right.
Come on, Lucy. Let's go home now.
You're in the warm now, it's all right.
Mina, please, you must promise.
0h, Lucy, don't you think that...
No, no, no.
Please.
You know...
You know Mummy's ill.
It would only worry her.
Don't tell her.
Very well, dearest.
I promise.
Come on, let's get you to bed properly now.
Take off your shawl.
0h, you're cold.
0h, dear, how careless of me.
What is it?
0h, when I fastened the brooch, I must have pricked you.
I didn't feel anything.
Why aren't you eating anything, darling?
0h, don't fuss, Mother.
But you look so pale.
Doesn't she look pale, Quincey?
Mm-hm. She sure does.
Well, to tell you the truth, I do have rather a headache.
It must be the excitement of seeing Quincey again.
Whoa there, little lady.
I sure hope that ain't the effect I'll always have on you.
(Laughter)
Why don't you go to bed, darling?
Yes, I think I will, if nobody minds.
That's a sensible girl. Good night, darling.
Good night, Mother.
Well, good night, sweetheart.
I sure hope you feel better in the morning.
I'm sure I will.
Tomorrow, we'll go sailing and we'll have a lovely time.
Sure.
Good night.
0h, Quincey. I can't tell you how worried we've been.
One day, so... so happy and full of life.
The next, so white and... 0h, I don't know.
Well, isn't it time she saw a doctor?
Yes. I think we should go back to London at once.
You wouldn't mind, darling, would you?
No, no, of course not.
And then Jack Seward could take a look at her.
That's just what I thought.
Well, Mina, it's such a lovely evening.
Why don't you and Quincey stroll down to the promenade?
Well, I wonder if the American consulate in Budapest
can help find out where Jonathan's gotten to.
- 0h, Quin, do you think they could? - Well, it's won'th a try.
See, they can start by making inquiries at Bistritz.
Isn't that where you last heard from him?
Yes, it is. I would appreciate it. I'm so worried.
Well, I'll cable them just as soon as I get back to London.
0h, thank you.
0hh. Shall we go back now?
Well, I guess it is turning a bit blowy.
Let's go.
Yes.
(Moaning)
(Gasping)
Lucy?
Sweet.
What is it?
0hh. 0h, there you are.
Yes. Yes, dearest.
Must have been dreaming.
Yes, darling.
Tell me about it in the morning.
I shan't remember it in the morning.
There was something tall...
with dark red eyes...
and there was something sweet in the air...
and yet very bitter.
And then my soul seemed to go out of my body...
and float about the room.
And then... you came and tucked me up in bed.
But I saw you do it... before I felt it.
Isn't that funny?
Did Quin come into your dream?
Quin?
Quincey, Lucy.
The man you're going to marry.
Quincey.
0h, no.
I don't think it was Quincey.
- Bowles? - Sir?
Do you have any idea what the devil's going on over there?
What, at Carfax, sir?
Yes. They've been at that all afternoon.
(Bowles) They're ruddy heavy, them boxes.
What the devil's in them?
I mean, I could understand if they were moving in furniture but these...
Didn't a foreign gentleman buy that old place, sir?
The one that young Mr Jonathan went abroad to see?
Yes.
I tell you who's fascinated by the whole thing, sir.
0h, who?
Renfield.
Really?
It's time for the afternoon rounds, sir.
Yes, of course.
If a bird eats 50 spiders and every spider eats 50 flies, and each fly is a life,
how many lives has that bird... 50 times 50...
Hello, Mr Renfield.
How's the experiment going?
Flies, spiders, birds. Flies, spiders, birds. Flies, spiders, birds. Flies, spiders, birds...
Yes, I see. Yes.
Tell me, how did you manage to catch them?
They were sent to me.
- By whom? - I'm not at liberty to disclose that.
I see the spiders have managed to get rid of most of the flies.
Naturally.
- Um, Dr Seward? - Yes.
May I have a kitten?
(Buzzing)
(Buzzing stops)
0hh.
0h, come on, mate. We can't have that. Come on, spit it out. Come on, spit it out.
Why?
It is very wholesome.
It is for a rich, strong life. It will give life to me!
Leave him, Bowles. Leave him.
(Cries)
A kitten, please?
Dr Seward, please? Please?
(Seward) Come and sit down. Sit down.
0h.
I don't think it's advisable, Mr Renfield.
Not... Not just at the moment.
Now, Mr Renfield?
Mr Renfield?
I'm going to give you an opiate. I hope you'll drink it.
Of course I will, Doctor.
I know you are my friend.
I will do whatever you tell me.
Thank you.
Bowles will bring it along shortly.
(Crying)
(Clicking)
Dinner time.
My pretties.
(Clicking)
(Piano playing)
0h, Mr Hawkins, you're smiling.
It's good news?
Yes, yes. Jonathan is safe.
And he's on his way home?
No, my dear. He's in Budapest.
I've had a message from the American consulate there.
Yes, yes, that was Quin's doing, but couldn't Jonathan have written himself?
He's been quite ill, my dear.
He's in hospital.
Hospital? What's been the matter?
Some terrible breakdown, it appears.
I must go to him.
I've already taken the liberty of making your travel arrangements.
I'm having the tickets sent here by messenger.
Now, God protect you, my dear.
And a safe journey.
0h, I must go and tell Mother straightaway.
Then I must pack.
Yes, yes, must pack and I...
Thank you, Mr Hawkins.
Thank you. Thank you.
(Crying)
I hear that Mina's found her long-lost Jonathan?
Well now, nearly finished.
Look up for me.
Up at the ceiling.
Uh-huh.
And the hand?
There. All over. Quite painless.
Is there anything really wrong with me, John?
Not so far as I can make out.
There are none of the usual symptoms of anaemia.
Will you tell Mother and Quincey that?
They're so worried.
Yes, I certainly shall.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming all this way.
My dear Lucy.
You don't know how glad I always am to see you.
Good night, John.
I'm going to seek a second opinion.
But why, Jack? We all have complete faith in you.
0h, thank you, Quincey. But there are certain illnesses that lie outside my province.
What do you suggest?
I think I can persuade my old professor to come over from Amsterdam.
Not only is he a good friend, he's also a brilliant diagnostician
and a specialist in obscure diseases.
Good.
- Goodbye, Mrs Westenra. - Goodbye, John.
Don't worry. Goodbye, Quincey.
- Goodbye, Jack. - The post office, please. Quickly.