(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
There! Finished!
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Everyone to their stations.
Mr Kowalski, fire it up. Full power.
(SHOUTS) Get to your stations!
When did you last feed?
Nickel-steel alloy.
If this doesn't tame the beast, nothing will.
Answer me. How long has it been?
My habits are not your concern, Professor.
You are playing with fire.
I am well aware of my needs.
I have been cursed with them for over four centuries.
You need blood.
I'm not hungry.
Gentlemen? We're ready.
Mr Kowalski. By all means.
(WHIRRING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
That's it, gentlemen!
Mr Kowalski...
Take these men to the nearest public house. Drinks on me.
- Yes, sir. - GRAYSON: Take it easy, boys.
I want this place ship-shape for our public demonstration.
And the day after that, oil won't be worth a damn,
and the Ordo Dracul won't have a pot to piss in.
(PLATES CLATTERING)
Harker?
General Shaw is innocent.
He never took bribes to promote war.
- But your informant... - My "informant"
was a paid actress!
(SCOFFS) Really?
Who would do such a thing?
The hoax was elaborate.
Hmm.
That takes planning and funds.
Whoever did this, they stood to benefit from it. Financially or...
It was you.
Don't be absurd.
Was I not the one who told you explicitly to drop the whole business?
Yes, after you knew that I couldn't! That I wouldn't.
- What have you done? - We, Harker,
have done what was necessary.
An honourable man's reputation, destroyed. That was necessary?
Just another fallen soldier in the energy war.
Not the first, not the last.
You've made me accomplice to this!
I will expose you!
Expose what?
You were the one who sought out the bookkeeper.
You were the one who sent the forged documents to the newspapers.
I didn't destroy the man.
You did.
Now, shall we return to the business at hand?
I'm planning a demonstration of my resonator.
I need you to send out invitations to the press.
Will that be a problem?
No.
There's a good lad.
(SIGHS)
You've seen this rubbish?
You must admit, he's quite clever.
Good God, man! What?
Are you saying you admire the fellow?
No. Certainly not.
One just admires the game he plays.
He thrusts, we parry.
Grayson keeps us on the defensive.
Then let's make him run for a change.
Our man at Scotland Yard, Winthrop?
Chief Inspector Morrow, sir.
What are you going to do?
Something not befitting a gentleman.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh, and Winthrop?
Yes, sir?
Perhaps it's time we brought in young Harker.
Now you will be careful in Budapest!
If you wish, I can employ some bodyguards to protect you.
I am perfectly capable of defending myself, sir.
Good.
I would not trust this charge to anyone.
After my father's castle was sacked,
priceless heirlooms that had been in my family for centuries were lost.
I would put a match to them all.
All but one.
Renfield.
Bring that painting back to me.
Bring her home.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Four hours.
My skills can afford you no more than that yet.
Really, Abraham.
How humble you are to so readily admit your limitations.
It's quite out of character.
It is the improvement you demanded, no?
It is enough.
For now.
(GRUNTING)
Why do you abstain from blood?
Did you think that I of all people wouldn't notice the symptoms?
Ms Markham served to heal my burns,
but I've not fed since.
Perhaps I never shall.
Your infusion has changed me.
I feel reborn.
A man once more.
You deceive yourself.
There is no cure for your hunger.
- You will always be its servant. - (CHUCKLES)
I am servant to no man.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Miss Murray!
- Five minutes early today. - Oh! Mr Grayson!
Did I startle you?
No, I was just...
What in the world are you doing here?
Same as everyone else.
Sunshine is a rare treat.
May I?
You know, it should be a crime not to smile on so beautiful a day.
(MINA CHUCKLES)
So, what's troubling you?
- If you'd rather not say, I... - No, no, it's quite all right.
I was assisting my father on his rounds at the hospital
and we had an argument.
Life at Bethlem can be relentlessly bleak.
The days can be so monotonous.
What if that kind of tedium hinders their recovery?
They should dance.
(CHUCKLES) What?
Dance. Energy.
Gets the blood pumping.
What an idea!
How did you ever think of that?
- I like to dance. - (CHUCKLES)
Father does not, it might take some convincing.
Oh, I'm sure you can be very persuasive.
(LAUGHS) And obstinate.
One of my many flaws.
And yours?
A long memory.
Impatience.
Envy.
What could you possibly desire that is not already yours for the taking?
(GASPING)
- (INHALES SHARPLY) - GRAYSON: I see you got my flowers.
I rang, but no one answered.
- Jenkins... - You know,
I heard some sounds coming from the pantry.
I found Mr Jenkins seeing to your cook.
- Seeing to her? - Vigourously seeing to her.
Hmm.
You've pricked your finger.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Hmm.
Shall we go downstairs
and watch?
No.
Let's go upstairs.
(GASPING)
(JAYNE GRUNTING)
Oh! To have you here in broad daylight.
It's...
It's quite decadent.
(SIGHS)
What's wrong?
It's my husband,
he appears to have gotten involved with the nurse who tends to him at our country estate.
That happens. Harmless enough.
Yes. That's what I thought at first,
but the silly old fool is claiming he's in love with her.
He's become quite brazen about it.
I would reciprocate, of course, but...
But any damage inflicted upon his reputation would in turn be a strike against your own.
- It's a quandary. - Hmm.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Tell me,
what would you do in my position, Alexander?
I'd go after the object of his affection.
By wounding her, you wound him.
(GRAYSON SIGHS)
MINA: A dance! MURRAY: A what?
I know it's unconventional...
That's an understatement.
But Father, a dance would encourage socialisation.
Music has such a power for healing.
The men and women of this hospital live in separate wards for good reason.
In the past there have been incidents of violence and...
Indecent behaviour.
Oh, God forbid.
- Mina! - Father.
Most of these poor souls will never return home.
They've lost the simple pleasures of leading their own lives.
Can we not give them one small reminder of the lives they've left behind?
Not a penny may come from the hospital budget.
(GRAYSON BREATHING HEAVILY)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(CHANDELIER CLINKING)
I sent invitations to every newspaper, as instructed.
Excellent.
- And these are? - Their refusals.
- What reason did they give? - You.
They say you're a charlatan pedalling snake oil, like PT Barnum.
(LAUGHING)
Like PT Barnum.
Well.
If they want a circus, I'm gonna give them one.
One they won't soon forget.
BOY: Come one, come all! Come see the magnificent electricity!
Drawn from the earth below and sky above! You won't believe your eyes!
Well then, Harker.
Now we have London's attention. Very soon, we will have the world's.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)
(GRUNTING)
HARKER: Alexander, are you ill?
(SIGHS) No, just had a little bit too much to drink last night.
Perhaps my age is catching up to me.
(BELLS CHIMING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Come now, ladies and gentlemen.
The Dresden Triptych now come to auction.
For the 15th century's masterpiece,
I think we can go higher than one hundred and forty thousand korunas. No?
Yes, madam.
One hundred and fifty thousand korunas. Do I have one seventy-five?
There it is madam, thank you very much.
Do I have two hundred?
It is yours, sir. Two twenty-five?
I can see you, madam. Two fifty.
Yes again, sir, in the back.
Do I have two seventy-five?
No? Very well then.
Closing at two hundred and fifty thousand korunas.
- Ladies and gentlemen... - One million.
(ALL GASPING)
AUCTIONEER: Did you say, sir...
One million koruna.
Payable in British sterling.
Good Lord.
Dare I ask for one million, one hundred thousand korunas?
Then sold!
The Dresden Triptych,
- for one million korunas! - (CROWD CHEERING)
(SIGHS)
Now it's my turn to surprise you, Mr Grayson.
- And so you have. - (CHUCKLES)
I was preparing my speech for the demonstration tomorrow night.
- Harker isn't here. - No, I came to speak to you.
Me?
- Well, in that case my speech can wait. - (CHUCKLES)
Are you unwell?
- You're perspiring. - I've never been better.
- I assure you. No need for concern. - Hmm.
Everyone in London's been talking about
- your big night. - (CHUCKLES)
I'm glad the repairs were successful.
There is a seat reserved for you at the front.
Unfortunately, I have another engagement.
You see, Father has consented to a dance at the hospital.
- Brava! - (CHUCKLES)
- Persuasive, indeed. - Yes.
And I wonder, would it be terribly forward
if I asked to borrow your marvellous phonograph?
It's quite a modest affair, but a dance isn't a dance without music,
is it?
I'll have it delivered.
You shan't want for music.
Or anything.
Thank you.
How shall I ever repay such kindness?
(CHUCKLES)
Give me time, Miss Murray.
I'm confident I'll think of something.
JAYNE: Oh, my dear, I am sure you must have mistaken
- Mina's reaction. - WESTENRA: No.
You are wrong. You weren't there, I know what I saw.
And what was that?
Revulsion.
No, what you saw was fear.
- No, you don't know her like I do. - No, perhaps not.
But I know her type very well.
Timid little creatures,
afraid of their own desires.
You see, you and I, we are a different breed.
We are brave. We are honest.
Your friend's behaviour has been cowardly. Frankly, monstrous.
- It was monstrous, wasn't it? - Hmm.
Who knew she had such venom in her?
Truly, she has cut me to the very bone.
Clever Mina, she knows so much,
she knows nothing of pain.
Not as I do.
How would she feel to be let down by the one she loves. By Jonathan.
Well, that would be a terrible lesson indeed.
Yes. Yes, it would.
This spectacle tomorrow evening,
- you've heard of it? - Of course I have.
Half the boys of the Yard have requested off to be there.
Chief Inspector Morrow, the Order requires your services.
And your discretion.
Thank you.
ABRAHAM: Initial tests hold steady.
All seems to be in order.
Have you written your speech yet?
Kowalski! This roller chain's covered in rust.
JOSEPH: I don't see any rust.
Just fix it!
You're not looking well.
I would tread very carefully if I were you, Professor.
This evening, our revenge rests on your shoulders.
Yet you look too weak
to shoulder your own garments.
You will have your revenge when we crush them.
We both will.
But the greater measure of mine
is to defy this blasted curse they've placed on my head.
I will not kill.
I will not feed.
I will live as a man or not at all.
You're a virgin, aren't you?
(GASPS)
I've seen you flirt.
You wear your inexperience like a cheap rouge.
Now you're just being cruel.
All young ladies preen like peacocks,
thinking that the loudest and the brightest will draw the man's eye.
But any streetwalker can simper and giggle.
I will teach you how to haunt Jonathan's dreams.
You see, a woman's power isn't in her beauty
or her smile, but in her mind.
And the best application of yours will be in capturing
Jonathan's five senses.
Touch.
Your fingertips,
across his arm, his chest, his cheek.
Scent.
Memories of summer,
reminding him of the warm sun on his naked skin.
Sound.
Your laugh, light
and gentle, like a crystal bell.
Sight.
A look that lingers
and promises so much more.
Finally...
Yes? Go on.
Taste.
- (GASPING) - Wield these blades wisely, my dear,
and Jonathan will be an easy kill.
(CHUCKLES)
(CREAKING)
(GASPING)
I am sorry to scare you, miss.
But no cleaning today, please.
Yes, sir. Beg your pardon, sir.
(GRUNTING)
MINA: Good afternoon, sister.
Just some flowers for the dance.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Lucy, this is all very unnecessary.
I'm more than capable of choosing my own wedding garments.
I know the chaps are all wearing ivory wedding gloves now,
but they're back to lavender in Paris.
(CHUCKLES)
You seem well. Considering.
Considering what?
The other night.
Mina told me why you were so upset.
Alastair.
HARKER: I'm so sorry.
Oh, yes, of course.
It's for the best. He wasn't exactly my type.
HARKER: Hmm.
Did she say anything else?
No. Why?
Oh! No, no, no, you poor lamb!
Allow me.
I insist.
(SOFT GRUNT)
(CHUCKLES)
All done.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- Do you mind if I, uh... - No, just go ahead, go on.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Allow me.
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
Start at the beginning.
Any trouble?
Nothing I couldn't handle.
So, who do you love most, Alexander Grayson?
Mina Murray.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
I'll be back shortly.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Mr Jonathan Harker?
Yes?
I come on behalf of Mr Browning.
He'd like a word with you at once.
A letter would have sufficed. As it is, I'm just on my way to...
The demonstration. Yes, he's aware.
He asks but a moment. Please.
And if I refuse?
Make the task at hand a great deal messier, sir.
(HARKER BREATHING HEAVILY)
MR BROWNING: Please remain seated, Mr Harker,
or we shall be forced to restrain you.
Mr Browning?
Correct. I am here.
Although if you ever allege that I was,
I have four unimpeachable witnesses
who will testify under oath that I am, at present,
dining at the Gresham Club.
What is this about? Why am I here?
I merely wish to present you to my colleagues,
who shall remain anonymous for the time being.
HARKER: Your "colleagues"? MR BROWNING: Ah, yes.
Welcome, Mr Harker,
to the Order of the Dragon.
And with daisies from the garden, not a single penny was spent.
It might not be the ballroom at Chatsworth, but it should do.
- Admirably resourceful, my dear. - (CHUCKLES)
And Mr Grayson's phonograph should be here too.
Ah.
(VIOLIN TUNING)
Do you hear that?
(LAUGHING)
As you requested, Miss Murray.
Your music. Dr Murray.
May I trouble you for this dance, my lady?
(VIOLIN PLAYING)
Every man in this room has sworn an oath
that he will give up his life in order to serve God's word.
Are you such a man, Mr Harker?
Are you one of us? Would you make that sacrifice?
In the face of a threat, yes.
Without hesitation.
Even as we speak, such a threat exists.
An ancient enemy,
the heathens now known as the Ottomans.
The Ottomans sit on a sea of oil.
If we do not secure those reserves for England
and the west, then soon, very soon,
with the turn of the spigot
they will have the power to shut down western industry,
and when we are defenceless their hordes will rise up and crush us.
But...
If I may?
Please.
If what you say is true,
then Mr Grayson's energy scheme will utterly strip the Ottomans of their greatest weapon.
With geomagnetic power, we'll have no need for oil.
Grayson's technology is a dead end.
A distraction. And if it continues,
one that may prove deadly.
We cannot afford to be led astray by a latter-day
Pied Piper whose interests begin and end with lining his own pockets.
- It is our duty to stop him. - MR BROWNING: But...
We need your help.
(SCOFFS)
You'd have me play Judas?
MR BROWNING: To bring down a false messiah, yes. And in return?
Power.
And connections that would
ensure the brightest of futures for you and Miss Murray.
Join us, Mr Harker.
Help us to win this Holy War once and for all.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
You're not leaving already?
Forgive me, the demonstration.
Tell Harker I'll see him there.
But it doesn't start for another hour.
And Jonathan's not here. Although he promised.
I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding another partner to dance with.
- (CHUCKLES) - I already have.
Miss Murray.
What would people say?
What people?
Dance with me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
MAN: There you go, sir. And one for you.
There's one for you, sir, and you, madam.
Thank you very much.
MAN: And one for you, sir...
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Where is he?
- I think they gave me the wrong one. - Where is he?
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHUCKLES)
I've never seen them so happy.
And all because of you.
They have only you to thank for it.
Why, any flower would blossom
- under your care. - (CHUCKLES)
You flatter me.
- Does that make you uncomfortable? - Yes.
Should I stop?
No.
(GASPING)
(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)
Your hands...
Your hands are trembling.
(GASPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Forgive me.
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
(CHILD CRYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
What's happening?
Nothing. That's the problem.
Your boss is a no-show.
(BLOWING WHISTLE)
Ladies and gentlemen!
We have reason to believe that this machine is a threat to public safety!
So, if you'll all please move towards the exit in an orderly fashion.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, move along.
(MUTTERING)
As quick as you can, ladies and gents.
Shut it down. Pack it all up! I want all this confiscated.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
This is private property!
You have no right...
Next door, there are over a hundred souls sick as dogs,
not days after this infernal machine was constructed!
That's impossible! This poses absolutely no health risks.
Tell that to the mum with the babe in her arms who's spittin' up blood!
Clearly you're not above being paid for your services.
So, how much to double whoever's paid you off?
Get your damned hands off her!
(GRUNTING)
Cowards!
(GRUNTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
I'm so sorry.
I know I should have been here.
Take me home.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Roll.
- Roll! - (GROWLING)
You should have taken the money.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(SHOUTING)
(MORROW SCREAMING)
(WIND WHOOSHING)
Off for a little nip, were we?
GRAYSON: My savagery pales in comparison to yours.
You, who dragged me back into this world that had forsaken me.
You, who cheated me with a vaccine that gives me
but a taste of the life I can never have.
You, who gave me hope.
You're more of a monster than I am.
And someday,
I will kill you for it. Ripped By mstoll