Nosferatu the Vampyre Page #2

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.

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.

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!

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.

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