Dracula

Previously, on Dracula...

Marry me.

Things will never be the same.

You are to be married, and that is that.

How long must I spend skulking in the shadows?

I want to walk in the sun like any other man.

Not until I've done further tests on the blood I took from you.

These cells are alive.

I want you to find out everything

about this General Shaw.

He's a powerful ally of my competitors.

These are General Shaw's personal accounts.

General Shaw is taking bribes.

My intention was to embarrass the man.

You're not suggesting I just let this go, are you?

Mr. Grayson.

The privilege of the first dance.

You wish to employ my services

in order to get Mr. Renfield to answer one question.

Who does Grayson love?

Vampires don't promenade about,

attending balls and running businesses.

They are creatures of night and shadow.

My point precisely.

In all the months Grayson's lived in London,

he has yet to attend a single event in daylight.

Well, if that were the proof,

I'd have to hunt half the titled cads in london.

Then consider those who oppose his interests.

Sir Clive, killed by a wolf.

Lord Laurent, persuaded to forfeit his company

at the cost of his life.

Meanwhile, the man develops a technology

which, if successful,

will render our investments in the Ottoman oil fields worthless.

I understand your concerns, Mr. Browning, I do,

but I've spent a great deal of time with Mr. Grayson,

and I can assure you as your head huntsman,

I would have noticed if the man were nosferatu.

Thomas, you've been looking into the man.

What do you make of him?

Well, I must say, I do share your concerns, Mr. Browning.

Based on what evidence?

Oh, nothing specific, purely instinct.

Shall I probe further?

No, that won't be necessary.

I know a way to flush out the beast, once and for all.

Thank you.

Oh, Winston,

a little bird tells me you have a case of 1811 Chateau Margaux.

I do, madame.

Oh, Alexander, you must try this, it's exquisite.

Of course.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

A single playing card,

folded elegantly down the center

and torn into two pieces,

shown on the front and the back.

Now, watch very carefully, 'cause your eyes

will deceive you.

That's extraordinary.

Yes, the soup julienne is extraordinary.

So I should have that, and so should you, Mina.

I'm sorry, darling,

but I don't know how someone so bright

can enjoy something as simpleminded as parlor magic.

So how's it done, then?

It's simple, really.

Why, Mr. Grayson.

You have a gift for making london seem small.

Miss Murray, you're looking lovely tonight, as ever.

Permit me to explain.

The card is folded down the middle

and is torn, but not the whole way.

It is folded back in itself, and you mime...

tearing the card in half...

Good heavens. - So it appears to be torn.

But really,

it's still in one place.

The rest is purely theater.

That's very good, isn't it, Jonathan?

Yes, quite. - Yes.

If business should ever prove fruitless,

you might very well enjoy a future on the stage.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Well, I appear to have been abandoned by Alexander.

I'm sure he'll be back when he's done showing off.

Oh, I have no doubt.

Darling, would you pop in for tea at mine tomorrow?

It's just I feel we have so much in common,

it would be a sin not to get to know each other better.

Yes, of course. I'd love to.

See, I-I also know what it's like

to be denied one's heart's desire.

I have no interest whatsoever in Alexander Grayson.

I'm not talking about him.

I'd like to apologize

for leaving your engagement party so abruptly.

I'd hate to think either of you inferred a personal slight

or a diminution of my fondness towards you as a couple.

For you, Harker, are the king of hearts,

and you, Mina, the queen.

And even if an evil, little jester

tries to come between you...

He cannot sever your bond.

Winston, please see to it that my friends get the very best,

on my account.

Now, shall we see just how much of Mr. Grayson's fortune

we can drink in a single night?

Let's.

Winston!

May I take your shawl, my Queen?

You may, my king.

How was your promenade?

Oh, spoilt by too much rain, thus requiring your assistance.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Are you sure?

I've been thinking.

About?

We should elope.

Elope?

Makes sense.

Why go through the trouble of a formal wedding

when we could just be together?

Just you and me as we are?

Do you honestly feel that what we did last night

makes our vows any less sacred?

No. No, of course not.

Then we should get married in a church

before god and our family and all of our friends.

Of course. We'll set a date.

What are you doing tonight?

I'm due at university.

I see, so I'm playing second fiddle to your work with Dr. Van Helsing.

You're late.

Nickel-steel alloy,

60% lighter than regular steel

with amazing heat-transference properties.

Non-magnetic, as well.

The answer to our resonated casing problem.

Very good, Harker.

I don't suppose you can tell me the foundries in England

with expertise in nickel-steel alloy.

Trick question.

There's only one, and Renfield found it.

Empire and Colonial Metallurgy.

Now, it's owned by one Ewan Telford III.

He's American.

Old money, Boston blueblood.

His family is in shipping.

Besides dabbling in business,

it seems Ewan has a fanatical interest in all things Wild West.

Cowboys and Indians?

Outlaws, six-guns, fallen women.

And most interestingly, poker, five-card draw,

all comers welcome with unlimited stakes.

And it just so happens he has a game this evening.

Does he, now?

Excellent work, Mr. Harker.

Renfield.

Good to see you on the mend.

Have the police made any headway on your attackers?

I'm sorry to say no.

I'm told this type of gang attack is all too common

on your east side.

It's hard to believe that they'd attack a man your size.

A measure of their desperation.

Clearly.

I suppose I should be grateful they didn't take my life as well.

Time, after all, heals all wounds.

Not all.

True, sir.

But there are still things we can do to lessen their sting.

Harker, can you excuse us for a moment?

Now. - Of course.

You found it.

Yes, sir, the Dresden Triptych.

Ah, the Dresden Triptych, eh?

15th century, Romanian baroque.

We intercepted a telegram from his man, Renfield, to the auction house.

Seems that for 12 years,

Grayson has employed agents all over the globe in search of this triptych.

The auction is next week.

Good work, Mr. Cameron.

Hackett, get me this Dresden triptych.

If Mr. Grayson wants it, then so do I.

Your bet, Mr. Grayson.

I fold.

Fold.

Three 10s.

Mr. Grayson, you have played this game before, correct?

I have, Mr. Telford, many times.

Well, I certainly wouldn't know it by your timidity, sir.

You've folded nine straight hands.

The cards weren't to my liking.

And yet you bet recklessly on them right up until the very last round.

I've just about cleaned you out without seeing a single one of your cards.

Just about.

How was your evening, sir?

I suspect Mr. Ewan Telford III