Dracula

"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.

Oh, 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.

(incantation in Hungarian)

(woman speaks Hungarian)

(excited shout in Hungarian)

I say, porter, don't take my luggage down.

I'm going on to Borgo Pass tonight.

(speaks Hungarian)

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...

(speaks Hungarian)

Look. The sun.

When it is gone, they leave their coffins.

Come. We must go indoors.

But wait...

I mean, just a minute.

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.

(cries of consternation)

(rats squeak and scurry)

(wolf howls)

(driver) Borgo. Borgo.

Hyah!

The coach from Count Dracula?

Hey, driver!

I say, driver, what do you mean

by going at this...

(clanking... door creaks open)

(squeaking)

I am... Dracula.

Oh, it's...

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.

(wolf howls)

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, er...

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.

(wolf howls)

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.

Look here. Here's the lease.

Oh, I... 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 paperclip.

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.

(bat squeaks)

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.

(men's voices)

(first man) Must be a Scandinavian ship.

(second man) Here, now.

Here, now. Get back.

Nobody goes aboard this here boat

but the authorities.

(third man) Captain dead,

tied to the wheel.

Horrible tragedy. A horrible tragedy.

Master! We're here!

You can't hear what I'm saying,

but we're here.

We're safe!

(third man) They must've come

through a terrible storm.

(deranged laughter)

What's that?

(footsteps)

Why, it's come from that hatchway.

(deranged guttural laughter)

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

Why, the man's gone crazy.

(klaxon)

(car horns)

Violets! Violets!

Flower for your buttonhole, sir.

Flower for your buttonhole, sir. Flower

for your buttonhole. Here's a nice one.

(girl screams)

(police whistle)

(answering whistles)

(orchestra plays Wagner-

"Die Meistersinger von Nrnberg")

(movement ends)

And after you've delivered the message,

you will remember nothing I now say.

Obey.

- Dr Seward?

- Yes?

You're wanted on the telephone.

Oh, thank you. Well, excuse me, dears...

Oh, Father, if it's from home, will you say

I'm spending the night in town with Lucy?

(chuckles) All right, dear.

- Pardon.

- 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 has just

taken Carfax Abbey.

Oh, it'll be a relief to see life

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:

"Above, 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.

"Quaff a cup to the dead already,

Hurrah 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.

(music box chimes)

(Mina, mimicking) 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.

Oh, I suppose he's all right.

But give me someone

a little more normal.

Like John?

Yes, dear. Like John.

Castle... Dracula.

Transylvania.

Well, er... 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.

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