Dracula

Previously, on Dracula...

- She is Ilona. - You must never again mention

Mina Murray's resemblance to my wife.

Nickel steel alloy.

The answer to our resonating casing problem.

Sole shareholder, empire munitions.

General Shaw is taking bribes.

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?

She's not a bookkeeper. She's an actress.

I did everything you asked.

I refined the process.

You will finally be able to walk in sunlight.

Might I recommend keeping it short for once?

We have no idea how long the serum will last.

If you are involved with Grayson

and he proves to be a vampire,

you will face the full wrath of the brotherhood.

Women have many secret ways of expressing desire.

Mina likely feels the same way about you.

You need to leave.

- You found it. - The Dresden triptych.

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There. Finished.

Everyone to their stations. Mr. Kowalski, fire it up.

Full power.

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're playing with fire. - I'm well aware of my needs.

I've been cursed with them for over four centuries.

- You need blood! - I'm not hungry.

Gentlemen, we're ready.

Mr. Kowalski, by all means.

- - That's it, gentlemen.

- - Mr. Kowalski,

take these men to the nearest public house.

Drinks on me.

- Yes, sir! - And take it easy, boys.

I want this place shipshape for our public demonstration,

and the day after that, well, I won't be worth a damn

and the Order Draco won't have a pot to piss in.

Harker.

General Shaw is innocent.

He never took bribes to promote war.

- But your informant... - My informant was a paid actress.

Really?

Who would do such a thing?

- The hoax was elaborate. - Hm.

That takes planning and funds.

Whoever did this, they sit to benefit from it

financially or at...

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 honorable 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'll 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.

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You've seen this rubbish?

Well, 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.

- 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'm perfectly capable of defending myself, sir.

Good.

I would not trust this task 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.

Four hours.

My skills can afford you no more than that yet.

Really, Abraham?

How humble you are to so readily admit your limitation.

Quite out of character.

It is the improvement you demanded, no?

It is enough for now.

Why do you abstain from blood?

Did you think I of all people wouldn't notice the symptoms?

Miss Markham served to heal my burns.

But I have not fed since,

and perhaps I never shall.

Your infusion has changed me.

I feel...reborn.

A man once more.

You deceive yourself.

There's no... cure for your hunger.

You will always be its servant.

I'm servant to no man.

Miss Murray.

- Oh. - Five minutes early today.

Mr. Grayson.

Did I startle you?

No. I was just...

What in the world are you doing here?

Same as everyone else.

Sunshine.

It's a rare treat.

May I?

You know, it should be a crime

not to smile on so beautiful a day.

- - 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 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.

What?

Dance. Energy.

Gets the blood pumping.

What an idea.

How did you ever think of that?

I like to dance.

Father does not.

It might take some convincing.

Oh, I'm sure you can be very persuasive.

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?

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?

Vigorously seeing to her.

Hm.

You pricked your finger.

Hm.

Shall we go downstairs and watch?

No.

Let's go upstairs.

Oh...

Oh, to have you here in broad daylight, it's...

it's quite decadent.

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, uh...

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. -

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.

- A dance. - A what?

I know it's unconventional.

That's an understatement.

But father, a dance would encourage socialization,

and music has such a power for healing.