Dracula Page #2

- (nurse) Keep your hands covered.

- I don't want to keep my hands covered.

- But you said you would.

- I don't want to.

- Now please do as you said you would.

- I don't want to.

(man screams)

(patient) He probably wants

his flies again! (manic laughter)

(man) No, Martin, please!

Please don't, Martin!

No, Martin, please! Please, Martin!

No, Martin! Oh, Martin, please!

- Here, give it to me now, I tell you!

- No, Martin, please!

No, Martin. Martin, don't!

Don't throw my spider away from me!

Oh, Martin... Oh...

Ain't you ashamed now? Ain't you?

Spiders now, is it?

Flies ain't good enough?

Flies? Flies?!

Poor puny things!

Who wants to eat flies?

You do, ya loony!

Not when I can get nice fat spiders!

All right. Have it your own way.

Read, Dummkopf, where I have marked.

Deinde cum extractum

vesiculionis sanguine mixtum est,

sanguis puniceo color

amisso lactteus fit.

Gentlemen, we are dealing

with the... undead.

Nosferatu!

Yes, Nosferatu. The undead. The vampire.

The vampire attacks the throat.

It leaves two little wounds,

white with red centres.

Dr Seward, your patient Renfield,

whose blood I have just analysed,

is obsessed with the idea

that he must devour living things

in order to sustain his own life.

But, Professor Van Helsing,

modern medical science

does not admit of such a creature!

The vampire is a pure myth, superstition.

I may be able to bring you proof

that the superstition of yesterday

can become the scientific reality of today.

But, Professor, Renfield's cravings

have always been for small living things.

- Nothing human.

- As far as we know, Doctor.

But you tell me that he escapes

from his room. He's gone for hours.

Where does he go?

(voice approaches)

...so you won't have to eat flies.

Well, Mr Renfield,

you are looking much better than you did

this morning when I arrived.

Thanks. I'm feeling much better.

I am here to help you.

You understand that, do you not?

Why, of course. And I'm very grateful.

- Keep your filthy hands to yourself!

- Now now, Renfield.

Oh, Dr Seward, send me away

from this place! Send me far away!

Why are you so anxious to get away?

My cries at night -

they might disturb Miss Mina.

Yes?

They might give her bad dreams,

Professor Van Helsing.

Bad dreams.

(wolf howls)

(wolf howls)

(thud)

That sounded like a wolf.

Yes, it did. But I hardly think

there are wolves so near London.

He thinks they're wolves.

Me, I've heard 'em howl at night before.

He thinks they're talking to him!

He 'owls and 'owls back at 'em.

He's crazy!

I might have known. I might have known.

We know why the wolves talk,

do we not, Mr Renfield?

And we know how

we can make them stop.

Argh!

You know too much to live, Van Helsing!

Now now, Renfield.

We will get no more out of him now

for a while.

Take him away, Martin.

On your way, old fly-eater.

I'm warning you, Dr Seward,

if you don't send me away

you must answer

for what will happen to Miss Mina!

- All right, Martin.

- Come along now. Come along.

What was that herb that excited him so?

Wolfbane. It is a plant

that grows in central Europe.

The natives there use it to protect

themselves against vampires.

Renfield reacted very violently

to its scent.

Seward, I want you to have Renfield

closely watched by day and night.

Especially by night.

(sobs)

(wolf howls)

Yes, master.

Master, you've come back.

No, master, please...

Please don't ask me to do that.

Don't. Not her.

Please! Please don't, master!

Don't, please!

Please...

Oh, don't...

I laid in bed for quite a while... reading.

And just as I was commencing

to get drowsy, I heard dogs howling.

And when the dream came...

it seemed the whole room

was filled with mist.

It was so thick I could just

see the lamp by the bed,

a tiny spark in the fog.

And then I saw two red eyes

staring at me,

and a white, livid face

came down out of the mist.

It came closer... and closer.

I felt its breath on my face...

and then its lips!

Dear, it was only a dream.

And then in the morning I felt so weak.

It seemed as if all the life

had been drained out of me.

Darling, we're going to forget

all about these dreams

and think about something cheerful,

aren't we?

- Allow me?

- Oh. Certainly, Professor.

Think for a moment.

Is there anything that might

have brought this dream on?

No.

Doctor, there's something troubling Mina.

Something she won't tell us.

And the face in the dream - you say

it seemed to come closer and closer?

The lips touched you?

Where?

Is there anything the matter

with your throat?

- Oh, no. But I...

- Permit me.

- No, please...

- Yes. Yes.

How long have you had

those little marks?

- Marks?

- Please.

- Mina, why didn't you let us know?

- Do not excite her.

When, Miss Mina?

Since the morning after the dream.

- What could have caused them?

- (maid) Count Dracula.

It's good to see you back again, Doctor.

I heard you have just arrived.

And you, Miss Mina,

you're looking exceptionally...

(Van Helsing) Pardon me, Dr Seward...

but I think Miss Mina

should go to her room at once.

Professor Van Helsing, I don't believe

it's as important as you seem to think.

Excuse me. Count Dracula,

Professor Van Helsing.

Van Helsing.

A most distinguished scientist,

whose name we know...

even in the wilds of Transylvania.

I had a frightful dream a few nights ago.

I don't seem to be able

to get it out of my mind.

I hope you haven't taken

my stories too seriously?

Stories?

Yes.

In my humble effort

to amuse your fiance, Mr Harker,

I was telling her some rather... grim tales

of my far-off country.

I can imagine.

Why, John!

I can quite understand

Mr Harker's concern.

I'm afraid it's quite serious.

My dear, I'm sure

Count Dracula will excuse you.

You must go to your room,

as Professor Van Helsing suggests.

Oh, but really, Father,

I'm feeling quite well.

You had better do as your father advises.

Very well.

Good night.

John.

Miss Mina, may I call later

and inquire how you are feeling?

Why, yes. Thank you.

I'm sorry, Doctor,

my visit was so ill-timed.

Not at all.

On the contrary, it may prove

to be most enlightening.

In fact, before you go,

you can be of definite service.

Anything I can do, gladly.

A moment ago I stumbled

upon a most amazing phenomenon.

Something so incredible

I mistrust my own judgment.

Look.

Dr Seward, my humble apology.

I dislike mirrors.

Van Helsing will explain.

For one who has not lived

even a single lifetime...

you are a wise man, Van Helsing.

Phew!

What on earth caused that?

Did you see the look on his face?

Like a wild animal!

Wild animal? Like a madman!

What's that, running across the lawn?

Looks like a huge dog!

Or a wolf?

A wolf?

- He was afraid we might follow.

- Follow?

Sometimes they take the form of wolves.

But generally of bats.

What are you talking about?

Dracula.

But what's Dracula got to do

with wolves and bats?

- Dracula is our vampire.

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