Dracula (Drácula (Alternate versions))

"Among the rugged peaks that frown down upon the Borgo Pass

"are found crumbling castles of a bygone age."

I say, driver, a bit slower.

No, no!

We must reach the inn before sundown.

And why, pray?

It is Walpurgis Night, the night of evil.

Nosferatu.

On this night, madam, the doors, they are barred

and to the Virgin we pray.

I say, porter.

Don't take my luggage down. I'm going on to Borgo Pass tonight.

No, no, please. Put that back up there.

The driver, he is afraid.

Walpurgis Night.

Good fellow, he is.

He wants me to ask if you can wait and go on after sunrise.

Well, I'm sorry, but there's a carriage

meeting me at Borgo Pass at midnight.

Borgo Pass? Yes.

Whose carriage?

Count Dracula's.

Count Dracula's?

Yes.

Castle Dracula?

Yes, that's where I'm going.

To the castle?

Yes.

No. You mustn't go there.

We people of the mountains believe

at the castle there are vampires!

Dracula and his wives.

They take the form of wolves and bats.

They leave their coffins at night

and they feed on the blood of the living.

Oh, but that's all superstition.

Why, I can't understand why...

Look, the sun.

When it is gone, they leave their coffins.

Come. We must go indoors.

But wait! I mean, just a minute, I...

What I'm trying to say is that I'm not afraid.

I've explained to the driver that it's a matter of business with me.

I've got to go. Really.

Well, good night.

Wait. Please.

If you must go, wear this,

for your mother's sake.

It will protect you.

The coach from Count Dracula?

Hey, driver!

I say, driver, what do you mean by going at this...

I am Dracula.

Oh.

It's really good to see you.

I don't know what happened to the driver and my luggage and...

Well, and with all this, I thought I was in the wrong place.

I bid you welcome.

Listen to them.

Children of the night.

What music they make.

The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly.

The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield.

Why...

Yes.

I'm sure you will find this part of my castle more inviting.

Well, rather. It's quite different from outside.

Oh, and the fire, it's so cheerful.

I didn't know, but that you might be hungry.

Thank you. That's very kind of you,

but I'm a bit worried about my luggage.

You see, all your papers were in...

I took the liberty of having your luggage brought up.

Allow me.

Oh, yes.

Thanks.

I trust you have kept your coming here a secret.

I've followed your instructions implicitly.

Excellent, Mr. Renfield.

Excellent.

And now, if you're not too fatigued,

I would like to discuss the lease on Carfax Abbey.

Oh, yes. Everything is in order awaiting your signature.

Well, here. Here's the lease.

Why, I hope I've brought enough labels for your luggage.

I'm taking with me only three boxes.

Very well.

I have chartered a ship to take us to England.

We will be leaving tomorrow evening.

Everything will be ready.

I hope you will find this comfortable.

Thanks. It looks very inviting.

Ouch!

Oh, it's nothing serious. Just a small cut from that paper clip.

It's just a scratch.

This is very old wine.

I hope you will like it.

Aren't you drinking?

I never drink wine.

Well...

It's delicious.

And now I'll leave you.

Well, good night.

Good night, Mr. Renfield.

Master, the sun is gone!

You will keep your promise when we get to London, won't you, Master?

You will see that I get lives?

Not human lives, but small ones

with blood in them.

I'll be loyal to you, Master.

I'll be loyal!

Must be a Scandinavian ship. That's what it looks to me like.

Here now, here now, get back.

Nobody goes aboard this here boat but the authorities.

The captain dead, tied to the wheel.

Horrible tragedy, horrible tragedy.

Master, we're here!

You can't hear what I'm saying, but we're here!

We're safe!

They must have come through a terrible storm.

What's that?

Why, it's come from that hatchway!

Why, he's mad! Look at his eyes.

Why, the man's gone crazy.

Violets! Violets! Flower for your buttonhole, sir.

Flower for your buttonhole, sir.

Flower for your buttonhole, sir.

Flower for your buttonhole. Here's a nice one.

And after you deliver the message,

you will remember nothing I now say.

Obey.

Dr. Seward? Yes?

You're wanted on the telephone.

Thank you. Well, excuse me, dear.

Oh, Father, if it's from home,

will you say I'm spending the night in town with Lucy?

All right, dear.

Pardon me. Yes?

I could not help overhearing your name.

Might I inquire if you are the Dr. Seward whose sanitarium is at Whitby?

Why, yes.

I'm Count Dracula.

I have just leased Carfax Abbey.

I understand it adjoins your grounds.

Why, yes, it does.

I'm very happy to make your acquaintance.

May I present my daughter Mina?

Count Dracula.

Miss Weston.

How do you do?

And Mr. Harker.

How do you do?

Count Dracula's just taken Carfax Abbey.

Oh, it'll be a relief to see light in those dismal old windows.

It will, indeed. You'll excuse me, I'm wanted on the telephone.

The Abbey could be very attractive,

but I should imagine it would need quite extensive repairs.

I shall do very little repairing.

It reminds me of the broken battlements

of my own castle in Transylvania.

The Abbey always reminds me of that old toast

about lofty timbers.

"The walls around are bare,

"echoing to our laughter

"as though the dead were there."

Nice little sentiment.

But there's more, even nicer.

"Pass a cup to the dead already,

"a round for the next to die..."

Oh, never mind the rest, dear.

To die, to be really dead,

that must be glorious.

Why, Count Dracula!

There are far worse things

awaiting man

than death.

It reminds me of the broken battlements

of my own castle in Transylvania.

Oh, Lucy. You're so romantic.

Laugh all you like.

I think he's fascinating.

I suppose he's all right.

But give me someone a little more normal.

Like John?

Yes, dear, like John.

Castle.

Dracula!

Transylvania.

Well, Countess,

I'll leave you to your Count and his ruined abbey.

Good night, Lucy. Good night, dear.

The fog seems to be closing down a bit, sir.

Another death.

Dead.

Dr. Seward, when did Miss Weston have the last transfusion?

About four hours ago.

An unnatural loss of blood,

which we've been powerless to check.

On the throat of each victim,

the same two marks.