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Lucy.
Lucy, calm down. Lucy, calm down.
I... I see something horrible happening.
You're just having another nightmare.
I'm scared.
Relax... It's only a bad dream.
Jonathan. You're working too hard. It's not good for you.
I'm worried about you.
Good morning.
Ah, Harker, please come up here.
Yes, Mr. Renfield.
I have a very important job for you.
And I don't trust anyone else to do it, but you.
You're very kind, Mr. Renfield.
Count Dracula...
he sent me a letter from Transylvania.
He wants to buy a house around here.
I'm aware that it's a long trip to go there.
Where is that?
Somewhere over the Carpathian mountains, isn't it?
Yes...
and there will be a large commission.
Oh, then I could get a larger house for Lucy.
She deserves a nicer house.
Well, this won't be easy.
It'll take you a long time...
you'll sweat a lot...
and perhaps you'll also...
spill some blood.
It'll be good for me to get out of the city...
get away from these canals...
which go nowhere.
Transylvania...
there it is, beyond the forest.
It's a wonderful place.
A little gloomy, maybe, but very exciting.
The Count is looking for a beautiful old house.
I'm going to show him the big house, near your place.
But it's been abandoned for years. It looks like a haunted house.
I'm sure he'll feel very comfortable there.
Anyway, we'll offer it to him. I'd like you to leave soon.
Soon? You mean, today?
Absolutely. I even prepared the papers. It's bad business to let him wait.
Very well.
If you insist, I shall leave today.
Today? Are you serious?
Yes, to a castle in Transylvania.
I hear it's a strange place infested with wolves and people who see ghosts.
Jonathan, it scares me...
I don't want you to go.
I'll be fine.
You'll be in danger.
Don't go.
Wolves. Bandits. And ghosts.
Don't go. I won't allow it.
Let's go to the ocean, now. To the place where we fell in love.
Lucy...
I don't know. Sometimes I feel so ignorant.
Jonathan, I really have to say this...
even if you think it comes from...
the weak heart of a woman...
your wife.
Yes?
It really comes from the strength of my heart.
I feel a kind of...
dark force like a nameless deadly fear.
Lucy is the dearest thing in the world to me...
take care of her.
Mina, treat her as a sister.
Yes.
Innkeeper! Quick, my supper. I must go to the castle of Count Dracula tonight.
Are you really going there?
Yes. Why?
It's not a safe place.
Why do you want to go there?
At midnight evil spirits come out. And people disappear without a trace.
Oh, come on, that's all superstition.
Not at all.
Bad things will happen to you if you go there.
Besides, no coachman will dare take you there...
your horse needs a rest for several days.
I'll find another horse.
Don't go, sir.
I know a few gypsies...
who have been on the other side...
and they can tell you.
He also says you shouldn't go there, young man.
He says there's a great chasm on the way that swallows the unwary.
If that doesn't get you, he says the towering crags will.
And in the Borgo pass...
the light suddenly divides and...
the land begins to rise towards the heavens...
and then it drops. No one has ever returned from that place.
The gypsies say that no such castle exists there...
except maybe in the imagination of man.
There used to be a castle there. But now it is a ghost castle. It's only a ruin.
And whoever enters into that land of phantoms is lost...
and never returns.
Of vampires and bloodsuckers.
Of corpses which devour their own flesh. Of incubuses and succubuses.
Of the living dead who follow strangers in the night...
and attack them. Hmm...
Transylvania... Nosferatu, beyond death...
a curse that will last till the end of time.
The curse of Nosferatu.
Coachman, could you take me to the Borgo pass?
I'll pay you well.
There is no road to the Borgo pass.
But it's right there.
I need your coach.
I haven't got a coach.
Then I'll take one of your horses. I'll double the price.
Sorry, sir, but I don't have any horses. Don't you see?
Well...
I guess I'll have to walk there.
Count Dracula?!
I am Count Dracula. Welcome to my castle.
You must be Jonathan Harker.
Yes.
Come in.
The night is cold and you must be tired and hungry.
I've got the papers here.
This is the layout of the house...
which I'm sure you'd like to see.
Yes, yes.
Please, help yourself.
Please, I'm afraid you must dine alone.
It's nearly midnight and I partake of nothing at this hour.
Unfortunately, the servants are not at our disposal.
So allow me to see to your comfort.
Listen.
The Children of the Night make their music.
Ah, young man...
you're like the villagers who cannot place themselves in the soul of the hunter.
The knife is old and could be dirty.
It could give you blood poisoning.
Please let me do it. It's the oldest remedy in the world.
Oh, forget it. It's hardly worth mentioning. Just a little cut.
You... you know...
it's only for the best.
Let's sit down for a while.
It's still many hours till dawn.
And during the daytime I am always away.
Lucy, my love...
there is no postal service from here...
but I shall write a diary, preserving all my thoughts and feelings for you.
Last night after a tiresome journey, I finally reached my destination...
the castle of Count Dracula.
I had a bad dream, but I hope it will pass.
This castle is so strange.
At times I wonder if it isn't part of that dream.
Everything about it looks so unreal.
I don't attach importance to the sunshine anymore...
or to glittering fountains, which youth is so fond of.
I love the darkness and the shadows.
Where I can be alone with my thoughts.
I am the descendent of an old family.
Time is an abyss, profound as a thousand nights.
Centuries come and go...
to be unable to grow old is terrible.
That is not the worst. There are things more horrible than that.
Can you imagine enduring centuries...
experiencing the same futility each day?
I'm glad you found such a large old house for me.
Very near your lodging, I understand.
Yes, it's just around the corner.
May I have a look at the contract?
What?... What a lovely throat.
It's my wife, Lucy.
Your hand.
Your hand is so cold.
The document... the contract for the house, I must sign it immediately.
Yes, but we haven't settled on a price.
It doesn't matter between gentlemen...
I accept whatever you find just.
How long did it take you to get here from Wismar?
Four weeks.
I...
it takes a while to travel on land.
From the seed of Belial is the vampire born.
He who feeds on the blood of mankind...
who, unredeemed, taketh his refuge in caves, tombs...
coffins filled with the unblessed soil of cemeteries...
wherein the black death has reaped its harvest...
the plague.
Jonathan!
She has a sudden fever.
Her pulse is too fast.
She needs to rest.
Call me if you think it is necessary...
but I don't think it's something serious.
Oh, God, he must be going to Wismar.
Lucy...
Lucy's in danger.
I've got to get out of here.
It's strange...
but the papers are all in order.
Let me see them... From Varna to Wismar.
Garden soil for botanical experiments.
Open one of them.
I want to make sure.
This one.
Mother Superior... stop the black coffins.
The patient who came yesterday had a seizure.
Which one?
The one who had bitten a cow.
Oh, yes.
We put him in isolation.
I'll go with you.
Blood is life.
Has he done it for long?
He has, and he also refuses food.
Blood is life.
Let's go.
Help! Help me!
Be quiet...
I hear the sounds of sails fluttering in the wind.
Still, there's no letter from him.
But, don't worry, Lucy...
The mail from Transylvania is very slow.
Something has happened to Jonathan.
Have courage, Lucy. God is listening to our prayers.
God is far away when we need him.
Young man. You're not yet well. You shouldn't travel.
The black coffins... I must get to Wismar before the coffins.
You should at least wait for the doctor. He'll be here tomorrow.
Lucy, my wife, is in danger. I must save her.
The black coffins.
Evil is on the way.
I'm writing because I believe there is a curse on my ship.
One by one, four sailors and the second mate have taken ill and died.
Another sailor and our cook have disappeared without a trace.
A rumor of a mysterious stranger on board scares everyone to death.
We searched the boat and we found nothing, except rats.
We are maintaining our course.
Northwest at 30 degrees. The wind is steady. 12 knots.
Mr. Renfield...
you sent my husband to Transylvania...
and I haven't heard from him in weeks.
I'm very concerned...
I want to go there and look for him.
Don't go yet. My master is coming.
Who did you say is coming?
The Lord of the Rats.
He's bringing with him thousands and thousands of rats.
Orderly, give him some more food. I think we should leave now.
The plague.
The Master has arrived.
Lay a gangplank across.
We need to search the ship.
Cut him loose.
There's not a soul on board. Just some freight.
But there are rats everywhere.
Here's the ship's log.
It's truly a mystery.
I think, gentlemen, that the ship's log may give us a clue.
Varna, June 6. Myself, the Captain, five hands, two mates and a cook...
direction, the Dardanelles.
Course westward.
Today a third man died of a high fever.
Last night, while on his watch, a mate disappeared without a trace.
June 20th. Course northward towards Biscaya.
Speed 40 knots. Tall waves.
Fear grows among my men.
Now only the first mate and I remain alive.
There are rats everywhere. Could it be a plague?
Go home quietly, please.
Shut the doors and windows, gentlemen.
Gracious lady, we brought this man.
He says he lives here.
Lucy!
Jonathan!
Who is this woman?
Bring him in, please.
It looks like he's suffering from brain fever.
The sun is hurting my eyes.
Dr. Van Helsing. Do you think we've all gone mad...
and that one morning we'll all wake up and find ourselves in straight-jackets?
Excuse me for not knocking...
I am Count Dracula.
I know who you are.
I read Jonathan's diary.
He wrote everything that went on in your castle, while he was there.
- Don't worry, he won't die. - Yes...
he will. Death surrounds us.
We're all at his will.
The rivers continue to flow without us.
Time flies by.
Even the stars...
they wander towards us in a very strange way.
Only death is certain.
Only death is cruel.
Death is cruelty against the unsuspecting.
But that's not what I perceive as cruel.
Cruel is when you can't die even if you want to.
Give me some of your love...
which you give Jonathan.
I never will.
I won't even give that love to God.
If Jonathan can't have my love...
then, no one else will.
If I wish, he'll recognize you again.
But first, come and give me your love.
Only then, will I give you your husband back.
And as for me...
the absence of love...
is the most abject pain.
The power of my love will bring him back to me.
And you may be assured...
even the unthinkable will not deter me...
that you want to lay for me.
Good night.
Stop!
Help! Help!
Nosferatu, the undead.
He drinks the blood of his victims, and turns them into phantoms of the night.
Like a shadow, he has no reflection.
He goes through walls and closed doors...
as if they never existed.
Like a bat, he wafts into dark bedrooms.
Masquerading as a black wolf, he hunts his fleeing victims.
Abandon all hope, you who cross his path.
Yet even vampires, who are considered unnatural creatures...
are subject to some laws of nature.
The sight of the cross bans him.
The consecrated host...
can bar his retreat.
And if a pure hearted woman...
diverts his attention from the cry of the cock...
the first light of day will obliterate him.
What is your wish, Master?
Go north...
to Riga.
The army of rats and the Black Death will follow you.
Oh... Thy will be done.
Amen...! Amen...!
The plague! The plague! What are you doing here?
I must talk to the town council.
It's been dissolved. It doesn't exist anymore.
Then, I must see the mayor.
He's dead. Go back home, as fast as you can.
I know why this evil is happening!
Why won't you listen to me?!
I know the reason why.
My child. It's all a figment of your imagination.
But Dr. Van Helsing...
you've read Jonathan's diary.
You've seen what has happened to him.
It's getting worse here every day.
The plague. The rats.
And this book about the vampires.
This book explains it.
This is an enlightened century.
Science has refuted the superstitions you're talking about.
I know it exists.
I believe what I see with my own eyes.
Faith... Faith...
Yes, faith.
Yes, faith, Dr. Van Helsing.
Faith.
Faith is the faculty in men...
which enables us to believe things...
we know to be untrue.
You must come and help me destroy this monster.
We must look for him.
Coffins have come by boat from the Black Sea.
We can search for them tonight, and destroy them.
My child, you need some rest.
Your husband's condition has worn you out.
No, Dr. Van Helsing. Tonight.
I need to study this matter scientifically.
No! Tonight! There's no time to lose.
Even a farmer knows that there's a time to plant and a time to sow.
He doesn't dig up the wheat to check if it is growing.
Only children playing farmers would do such things.
I guess I'll have to do this alone!
Well, then.
Mother Superior, my medicine.
My lady, how exactly did we meet?
Join us, please.
Would you like a drink? Be our guest.
We've all contracted the plague. Let's enjoy whatever time we have to live.
Madam Lucy! Madam Lucy! Open up!
Come quickly to the Schraders...
Something terrible has happened there.
Lucy, calm down.
You can come closer. It is not the plague.
My God! What happened?
I don't know exactly.
She was already dead, when I arrived.
He lost his sanity over it, he started to rave.
We shall study this matter scientifically...
without prejudice, and without superstition.
Enough! Enough. Stop acting like you know everything.
I know, now, what I've got to do.
The consecrated host bans the vampire.
And if a pure hearted woman, diverts his attention from the cry of the cock...
the first light of day will obliterate him.
Too late. Oh, God...
if I had only listened to her.
A stake and a hammer.
I have to dispatch this demon forever.
Stop. Don't do it!
Van Helsing!
Get him! Yes, him!
That man has murdered the Count!
Have you done that?
With that stake?
Yes... But I had a good reason for doing it.
That's for the courts to decide.
You're under arrest, Dr. Van Helsing.
Arrest this man.
Arrest him?
- I can't arrest him. - Then get the police.
The police don't exist anymore.
Then take him to prison.
There's no one there to guard him.
It's your duty as a town employee to handle it.
I don't have a weapon.
I don't care! I want you to arrest this man!
Where will you take me, then?
I don't know where I'm taking you.
Take me wherever you want.
Don't just stand there.
Get a broom. It's all dusty.
Seal the room for an official investigation.
And bring me my horse.
I have much to do. Now!
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