Nachts, Wenn Dracula Erwacht

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(Ringing Bell)

Please.

Thank you.

(Train whistle)

Excuse me.

You do speak English?

A little.

But please speak slowly.

Does this train

stop in Bistritz?

Yes, I go there myself.

Well, thank goodness for that.

Do you live near Bistritz?

I'm traveling there

on business.

Oh. So am I.

I'm a lawyer

or rather I hope

I'm going to be one,

from London.

(Whistle)

From London.

I'm going there to

visit one of our clients.

Maybe you know him,

Count Dracula?

Do you know him?

My dear sir,

may God preserve you

because if you go to

visit Count Dracula.

You may need God's help.

Are you the Englishman...

Jonathan Harker.

We have strict orders from

the Count to look after you.

A place has been

reserved for you

on the stage coach tomorrow.

And the Count's own

carriage will meet you

at the Borgo's Pass.

Vladimir.

I s anything the matter?

Oh. No. Sir.

Your bedroom is ready upstairs

and we have prepared

some food for you.

Thank you.

But I'm feeling very tired.

I'll be going to bed early.

Very good, sir.

(Howling)

(Thunder)

(Loud Thunder)

Who is it?

What do you want?

Excuse me. Sir.

I wanted to talk to you

but my husband

said I should not.

But tomorrow.

Tomorrow night,

is St. George's night.

What of it?

Oh. When the clock

strikes midnight

all the evils of the

world circle around us.

Sir. Do know

where you're going

or what you are going to...?

Greta?

I must go.

Good morning.

Well. I rather

missed you last night.

I chose other company sir.

Why do you look at

me so strangely?

Why does everybody

look at me like that?

Because tonight

is St. George's night

and...

And what else?

They know your destination.

Excuse me.

How far is it to

the Borgo's Pass?

We'll be there by nightfall.

And from the Pass to

Count Dracula's castle?

You'd best ask

whoever meets you sir.

To tell the truth.

I've never seen the place,

and please God I never shall.

This is the Borgo's Pass.

May God protect you sir.

(Sound of carriage arriving)

The night is cold

and my master, the Count,

bade me take all care of you.

No thank you, I don't need it.

As you wish

but it gives both warmth

and courage.

(Howling)

(Growling)

Welcome to my house.

Count Dracula?

I am Dracula.

Enter freely

and of your own will.

It is late

and my servants

have gone to bed.

I will see to your

comfort myself.

You will need to refresh

yourself after your journey.

I trust that you will find

everything you require.

I shall await your pleasure.

You do not dine sir?

I've already dined.

I hope you'll find

everything in order.

The purchase document,

duly receipted,

the title deed to the house.

The plans.

The house is in poor condition

but it stands back well away

from the main road to London.

Completely isolated,

just as you required.

It is strongly built

but it has remained empty

for quite a long time.

Yes.

Yes, an empty house,

it is exactly what I require.

Have you lived here

for many years?

All my life.

Your wife?

No, I'm not married yet

but the lady on the

left is my fiancee.

And the other?

Ms. Lucy Westenra,

her closest friend.

Charming.

Thank you.

Forgive me for asking sir,

but why do you plan

to live in England?

I am not young

and yet I am restless.

And what about

this great castle?

It is, I presume,

the family home?

True.

The shadows of

my past remain here.

We are the second Magyars

we have a right to be proud.

For in us

flows the blood

of many brave races,

the blood of a Attila

is in these veins.

To us was entrusted

for centuries

the guardian of our lands.

The Lombard.

The Bulgar,

the Turk.

Poured their thousands

against our frontiers,

we drove them back.

The Dracula's have ever been

the hearts. Blood. The brains.

The sword of our people.

One of my race

crossed the Danube

and destroyed

the Turkish host.

Though sometimes beaten back

he came again and again

against the enemy

til at the end

he came alone

from the bloody field,

for he alone could triumph.

This was a Dracula indeed.

But now.

The wind blows coldly

through the

broken battlements.

Although this is my home,

I must move on.

I don't regret my journey,

but surely the post might

have served you much easier

and far cheaper.

If I am to begin a new life

in a new land

I must learn something

of its people

from such as yourself.

You are my honored guest.

(Howling)

Listen to them.

The children of the night,

what music they make.

But you are weary,

you shall sleep late.

You are most gracious

but my employers,

your solicitors

expect me back in London.

We shall see.

But for now you are

here at my invitation.

Nay, at my command.

Come.

Do you enjoy the

chase Mr. Harker?

I've never had

the opportunity.

The greatest of all sports,

you have the power

of life and death

over a living being.

Good night, Mr. Harker.

(Bat screeching)

You are first

and we shall follow.

Yours is the right to begin.

He is young and strong.

There are kisses for us all.

Back!

This man belongs to me.

He is ours.

We found him first.

(Baby crying)

(Whispering)

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

This rman belongs to rme.

(Screarm)

Good morning.

Where am I?

Who are you?

I am Dr. Seward

and this is Professor

Van Helsing's private clinic

not far from London.

How did I get here?

Your body was found

in a mountain stream

two hundred kilometers

from Budapest.

But what of Count Dracula?

I escaped from his castle,

but he followed me with the

others disguised as bats,

giant bats,

with great teeth,

waiting to draw blood.

I didn't dream it.

The bats were real.

As big as men.

Why don't you believe me?

What are you doing?

Have you made inquiries?

This young Englishman,

Jonathan Harker.

Had been reported

missing some weeks ago.

Some friends of his are

on their way to London

to identify him and

see what they can do.

I see.

Did he speak?

A little. Not much.

He kept mumbling something

about a certain Count Dracula.

Dracula?

(Screarms in background)

That's Renfield again.

See to it.

Yes. Professor.

Good morning Renfield.

What is it Renfield. Hmm?

Renfield.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

What is it Renfield?

Ah, yes, somebody's

bought the old house.

It's been empty long enough.

Renfield.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

Let him be.

I'll see him again later.

Miss Murray?

Yes?

I was ordered to

drive you to the clinic.

This way please.

Van Helsing's Clinic.

Drive on.

(Dog barking)

Mina look. What's that?

Silly.

Professor Helsing's

assistant awaits you upstairs.

I'll take care of the luggage.

Thank you.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Mina.

Lucy?

(Screarms in other roorm)

Jonathan, what is this place?

Please.

He must rest.

I urge you not to show him

that you are alarmed.

I want to know what

is wrong with him.

We specialize here

in the treatment

of the mentally disturbed.

You mean you think

Jonathan is mad?

(Screarming)

Oh.

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