Please.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
You do speak English?
A little.
But please speak slowly.
Does this train
stop in Bistritz?
Yes, I go there myself.
Well, thank goodness for that.
Do you live near Bistritz?
I'm traveling there
on business.
Oh. So am I.
I'm a lawyer
or rather I hope
I'm going to be one,
from London.
From London.
I'm going there to
visit one of our clients.
Maybe you know him,
Count Dracula?
Do you know him?
My dear sir,
may God preserve you
because if you go to
visit Count Dracula.
You may need God's help.
Are you the Englishman...
Jonathan Harker.
We have strict orders from
the Count to look after you.
A place has been
reserved for you
on the stage coach tomorrow.
And the Count's own
carriage will meet you
at the Borgo's Pass.
Vladimir.
I s anything the matter?
Oh. No. Sir.
Your bedroom is ready upstairs
and we have prepared
some food for you.
Thank you.
But I'm feeling very tired.
I'll be going to bed early.
Very good, sir.
Who is it?
What do you want?
Excuse me. Sir.
I wanted to talk to you
but my husband
said I should not.
But tomorrow.
Tomorrow night,
is St. George's night.
What of it?
Oh. When the clock
strikes midnight
all the evils of the
world circle around us.
Sir. Do know
where you're going
or what you are going to...?
Greta?
I must go.
Good morning.
Well. I rather
missed you last night.
I chose other company sir.
Why do you look at
me so strangely?
Why does everybody
look at me like that?
Because tonight
is St. George's night
and...
And what else?
They know your destination.
Excuse me.
How far is it to
the Borgo's Pass?
We'll be there by nightfall.
And from the Pass to
Count Dracula's castle?
You'd best ask
whoever meets you sir.
To tell the truth.
I've never seen the place,
and please God I never shall.
This is the Borgo's Pass.
May God protect you sir.
The night is cold
and my master, the Count,
bade me take all care of you.
No thank you, I don't need it.
As you wish
but it gives both warmth
and courage.
Welcome to my house.
Count Dracula?
I am Dracula.
Enter freely
and of your own will.
It is late
and my servants
have gone to bed.
I will see to your
comfort myself.
You will need to refresh
yourself after your journey.
I trust that you will find
everything you require.
I shall await your pleasure.
You do not dine sir?
I've already dined.
I hope you'll find
everything in order.
The purchase document,
duly receipted,
the title deed to the house.
The plans.
The house is in poor condition
but it stands back well away
from the main road to London.
Completely isolated,
just as you required.
It is strongly built
but it has remained empty
for quite a long time.
Yes.
Yes, an empty house,
it is exactly what I require.
Have you lived here
for many years?
All my life.
Your wife?
No, I'm not married yet
but the lady on the
left is my fiancee.
And the other?
Ms. Lucy Westenra,
her closest friend.
Charming.
Thank you.
Forgive me for asking sir,
but why do you plan
to live in England?
I am not young
and yet I am restless.
And what about
this great castle?
It is, I presume,
the family home?
True.
The shadows of
my past remain here.
We are the second Magyars
we have a right to be proud.
For in us
flows the blood
of many brave races,
the blood of a Attila
is in these veins.
To us was entrusted
for centuries
the guardian of our lands.
The Lombard.
The Bulgar,
the Turk.
Poured their thousands
against our frontiers,
we drove them back.
The Dracula's have ever been
the hearts. Blood. The brains.
The sword of our people.
One of my race
crossed the Danube
and destroyed
the Turkish host.
Though sometimes beaten back
he came again and again
against the enemy
til at the end
he came alone
from the bloody field,
for he alone could triumph.
This was a Dracula indeed.
But now.
The wind blows coldly
through the
broken battlements.
Although this is my home,
I must move on.
I don't regret my journey,
but surely the post might
have served you much easier
and far cheaper.
If I am to begin a new life
in a new land
I must learn something
of its people
from such as yourself.
You are my honored guest.
Listen to them.
The children of the night,
what music they make.
But you are weary,
you shall sleep late.
You are most gracious
but my employers,
your solicitors
expect me back in London.
We shall see.
But for now you are
here at my invitation.
Nay, at my command.
Come.
Do you enjoy the
chase Mr. Harker?
I've never had
the opportunity.
The greatest of all sports,
you have the power
of life and death
over a living being.
Good night, Mr. Harker.
You are first
and we shall follow.
Yours is the right to begin.
He is young and strong.
There are kisses for us all.
Back!
This man belongs to me.
He is ours.
We found him first.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
This man belongs to me.
Good morning.
Where am I?
Who are you?
I am Dr. Seward
and this is Professor
Van Helsing's private clinic
not far from London.
How did I get here?
Your body was found
in a mountain stream
two hundred kilometers
from Budapest.
But what of Count Dracula?
I escaped from his castle,
but he followed me with the
others disguised as bats,
giant bats,
with great teeth,
waiting to draw blood.
I didn't dream it.
The bats were real.
As big as men.
Why don't you believe me?
What are you doing?
Have you made inquiries?
This young Englishman,
Jonathan Harker.
Had been reported
missing some weeks ago.
Some friends of his are
on their way to London
to identify him and
see what they can do.
I see.
Did he speak?
A little. Not much.
He kept mumbling something
about a certain Count Dracula.
Dracula?
That's Renfield again.
See to it.
Yes. Professor.
Good morning Renfield.
What is it Renfield. Hmm?
Renfield.
Nobody's going to hurt you.
What is it Renfield?
Ah, yes, somebody's
bought the old house.
It's been empty long enough.
Renfield.
Nobody's going to hurt you.
Let him be.
I'll see him again later.
Miss Murray?
Yes?
I was ordered to
drive you to the clinic.
This way please.
Van Helsing's Clinic.
Drive on.
Mina look. What's that?
Silly.
Professor Helsing's
assistant awaits you upstairs.
I'll take care of the luggage.
Thank you.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Mina.
Lucy?
Jonathan, what is this place?
Please.
He must rest.
I urge you not to show him
that you are alarmed.
I want to know what
is wrong with him.
We specialize here
in the treatment
of the mentally disturbed.
You mean you think
Jonathan is mad?
Oh.
Your friend is in
need of attention.
She should not have
been allowed to travel.
She insisted on
coming with me.
Couldn't you help
her Professor?
It would perhaps be
best if she stays here.
Dr. Seward and I
could look after her.
I n that case
I shall stay here too.
Very well.
I shall have rooms
prepared for you both.
Professor Van Helsing?
Yes?
Jonathan is sane.
Completely sane.
It's not quite as
simple as that.
There is no doubt that
he has suffered
a shock of some kind.
The result is that either
he's subconsciously
relating a nightmare,
or he's lying.
Jonathan wouldn't lie.
And he's not mad.
Then perhaps you can
persuade him to remember
what really happened
because without...
Lucy.
Mina, forgive me.
I'm so stupid to faint.
Oh. I shouldn't
of let you come,
a long journey,
and now this.
Sir.
Prepare two rooms
for the ladies
on the ground floor.
Yes. Sir.
I should warn you.
I have a number
of patients here
who must be kept
in close confinement.
Do not on any account
venture beyond
the first floor please.
Well, I shall leave you.
You must both be tired
after your journey.
Your rooms will be ready soon.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy.
Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy?
You say you thought
you saw a man.
I was mistaken.
I n these two spots?
There was a pin
which held her wrap.
Perhaps you pricked her by
accident when you undid it.
She appears to be suffering
from a very
considerable loss of blood.
I shall have to consult
Professor Van Helsing.
Her condition is serious.
I blame myself.
Doctor?
I don't want to alarm you
but has she any relatives?
None.
But she's engaged quite
recently to a young barrister,
Quincy Morris.
Perhaps you should
send him a telegram.
Professor Van Helsing?
No. I'm Dr. Seward.
How do you do?
My name is Quincy Morris.
I'm Miss Westenra's fiancee.
Oh. I see.
Please come in.
Take off your coat.
I came as soon as I heard.
I'm glad you came.
We're doing our best but...
I sn't there anything
I can do for her?
Yes, you can give her
a transfusion of your blood.
Come.
I'm Professor Van Helsing.
Quincy Morris.
Now I think she has a chance.
We just have to wait and see.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy!
Ah!
What are you doing here?
I'm afraid you're not allowed
in this part of the house.
Come along.
Come on.
Professor, you
must do something.
You can't let her die
through ignorance.
Ignorant?
Perhaps my dear
I'm not so much
ignorant as afraid
of admitting my
own suspicions.
The man whose voice you hear
was once as sane as you or I.
He had a daughter.
Young and beautiful.
Together they were
traveling in Transylvania.
They stopped in
a town called Bistritz.
One night
the girl was found
unconscious in her bed.
Half dead frorm loss of blood.
Day by day.
Like the fly
who is the spider s
prey. She grew weaker.
The father watched and
waited by her bedside
til one night
when she was close to her end
the neighbors hear d
a terrible shriek.
They found the daughter dead
and the father
as he is now.
True. There is some
similarity in the case
but that is no explanation.
Perhaps not, that you see.
All my life I've made a study
of what some people call
the black arts.
That's why Renfield
was admitted to my care
and also Jonathan Harker.
The mountains in the north
of Transylvania
are rich in legend,
yet behind the legend,
behind the fantasy,
there are certain facts.
Occasionally a glimmer
of the truth reaches us.
Now I think that Jonathan
has seen some of that truth.
Then why didn't you believe
what I told you
about Count Dracula?
Jonathan.
Oh. Jonathan.
I cannot tell you.
I dare not.
Lucy sweet.
Now you drink this.
Who's there?
Who's there?
Ah.
She's dead.
She's dead.
She's dead.
But you are still alive.
It is a sign.
Perhaps it is not
too late for me to act.
I n my search for the
secrets of the black arts.
This is what I found.
And what concerns us now.
May I?
"Known through legend in such
diverse countries as Greece.
Rome. France. I ndia
and even China.
He does fatten
up on the blood
of the living.
He can by such nourishment
even grow younger.
He throws strange shadows
when he walks upon the earth.
He can transform
himself to dog, to bat,
to other kinds of beast.
He lives by night
for by day he must conceal
himself within his grave.
Those upon whom
he nourishes himself
sicken and die.
And then become like him.
Vampires themselves.
His name is Dracula. "
Why can't this
man be arrested?
You underestimate
Count Dracula.
What good are laws
against someone who can
set himself above the law?
His spirit is all around us.
Some of us
are completely
within his power.
Professor.
You know so much
about the black arts.
Suppose you too
are Dracula's servant?
I have never met the Count.
And yet I feel I...
I know him better
than my own soul.
My ball's in the water.
I'm going to tell mommy.
Oh. Be careful.
Hey, watch out.
Ah. Good.
Hey. Corme.
Corme on over here.
Come here.
Come here.
Good morning my dear.
You have become not only
a nurse but a servant.
I shall miss you
when you leave London.
Thank you.
How's Jonathan this morning?
Much better.
Good, good.
I think it helped
him beyond measure
being able to
tell you his story
and to know that
however fantastic
you were prepared
to admit it to be true.
I ndeed, I only wish it
weren't because you...
great heavens.
Just as I feared.
A child found dead.
Where?
Near here. Near the church.
Last night.
Yes.
Ah, gentlemen,
I shall need your help.
Whatever we can do.
Come. Sit down.
I shall want you to
accompany me this evening.
We're going to visit
Miss Lucy Westenra's grave.
Listen Van Helsing,
as I told you this afternoon,
I'm not afraid
of any danger,
but this is...
What if I tell you
you may be saving the lives
of scores of other children?
You mean Count Dracula
may be hiding here?
Worse than that.
Far worse.
The nice and innocent
girl you loved.
You're mad!
Lucy, a killer of children?
Be brave.
Before the night is out
if her spirit is to be saved
you must obey me absolutely.
One o'clock.
Open it.
So far I'm right.
Another few minutes.
Look, it'll soon be light.
It won't be long now.
Remember what I told you.
Now.
Your spade,
and do as I say.
Open it.
Use your spade, man!
Renfield.
Relax.
Please relax.
Renfield. Relax.
Please relax.
It's passed.
All right, Renfield,
it's passed.
Look at me.
Can you understand me?
Renfield. look at me.
Can you understand me?
My God, you can.
Whatever your sickness was,
it's passed.
Now then.
Tell me what you know.
Come on.
Tell me what you know.
I...
Tell me.
Go on.
That's it.
I...
Tell me.
Go on.
It...
Yes.
Whether by accident or design,
it would appear our foe
is closer than we thought.
It's my fault Professor.
I never thought to connect
the property bought by
the Count with this place.
But those cases
we saw delivered?
Those must've been the
same cases I saw in vaults
beneath
Count Dracula's castle.
He used them to transport
himself to England.
And now they provide
his hiding place by day,
whilst at night...
If we're going to
find him we must hurry.
Oh. Jonathan.
Don't worry.
This time I've come prepared.
I have two better weapons.
Take these.
Against them
Count Dracula is powerless.
Are we ready?
Then let's go.
Professor?
Professor.
I should like to talk
to this man. Renfield.
He could be the key
to Count Dracula.
Very well, you may see him,
but not alone.
He may reveal more
to you than to us.
Take this young
lady to Renfield.
Do as I say.
Here take this.
Look.
A case must have stood here.
Maybe we're too late.
Watch out.
I know how you've
tried to help.
Perhaps,
perhaps you
could tell us more.
Kill.
We must sanctify this place
as Professor
Van Helsing told us.
I'd like to see you find
your way out of that my lad.
Evening your honor.
Care for a little fun?
That man.
It looked like the Count.
But younger,
much younger.
Your eyes are playing tricks.
They're waiting for us.
Come on.
Come on.
Mr. Harker and Mr. Morris.
I want you to meet
my good friend
the Home Secretary.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Good evening, sir.
Thank you for
receiving us, sir.
For a moment the other night
we thought the Professor was,
as the American's
say, a goner.
A slight stroke
but although my legs
are a little uncertain
I trust my intellect
is not a goner.
A watch is now being kept
on every means of
exit from the country.
A description of the wooden
case in which we believe.
So the Professor tells me.
The Count may be
concealing himself,
has been circulated to...
Some news perhaps?
I don't understand.
It's from Mina.
Something about the Opera
and a ticket.
You let her leave the
house without an escort?
I sent no ticket.
Your Excellency,
we shall have to act at once.
This may be the work
of Dracula himself.
Look.
A doctor!
Someone call a doctor!
For God's sake.
Is there a doctor here!
And then they thought
that I'd had enough.
You.
What do you want?
Your master quickly.
Quickly!
You are the captain of
the Tzarina Catherine?
I am.
You sail for the mouth of the
Danube one the morning tide?
What if I do?
You have some cargo
and a passenger.
Where is he?
Myself to Varna.
We do not go to Varna.
To Varna.
What is it?
What happened Renfield?
Varna.
Varna?
Varna.
Yes. Here it is.
It's a small port
on the Black Sea.
I've got it.
Look.
He could travel from
there to Transylvania.
But with a load like that it
would take him three weeks.
You could get to
the castle first.
In one week.
Sanctify every grave,
leave it barren.
And useless as a refuge,
before he arrives.
If we go, what about Mina.
I shall guard
her with my life.
Renfield?
Dead.
Who is there?
You.
All my life I've
studied the black arts.
It's strange to finally
confront the Prince
of Darkness himself.
You have learned much.
You can do nothing.
Come along, hurry.
Now then. There's
only one task left,
to find Dracula himself.
I s there any news?
Not yet.
Tell me Professor.
If the Count is
on his way home,
what have we to fear?
Mina, my dear,
whilst the Count lives.
Time and space
have little meaning.
We can only pray.