Van Helsing: The London Assignment

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It's alive.

It's alive. It's alive!

There he is! Hit it again!

Success!

Count, it's just you.

I was beginning

to lose faith, Victor.

A pity your moment of triumph

is being spoiled...

over a little thing

like grave robbery.

Yes.

I must escape this place.

Where are you going to run,

Victor?

Your peculiar experiments

have made you unwelcome...

in most of the civilized world.

I'll take him away, far away,

where no one will ever find him.

No, no, Victor.

The time has come

for me to take command of him.

What are you saying?

Why do you think I brought you here?

Gave you this castle?

- Equipped your laboratory?

- You said...

- You said you believed in my work.

- And I do.

But now that it is,

as you yourself have said...

a triumph of science...

over God...

it must now serve my purpose.

What purpose?

Good God!

I would kill myself

before helping in such a task.

Feel free. I don't actually need you

anymore, Victor.

I just need him.

He is the key.

I could never allow him

to be used for such evil.

I could.

In fact,

my brides are insisting upon it.

Igor, help me!

You have been

so kind to me, Doctor...

caring, thoughtful.

But he pays me.

Stay back.

You can't kill me, Victor.

I'm already dead.

Dr. Frankenstein!

Look, it's headed for the windmill!

Come on!

Burn it! Burn it down!

Vampires.

- Run for your lives!

-Vampires!

Father.

Evening.

You're a big one.

You'll be hard to digest.

I'd hate to be such a nuisance.

I missed you in London.

No, you bloody did not!

You got me good.

Dr. Jekyll, you're wanted

by the Knights of the Holy Order...

It's Mr. Hyde now.

...for the murder of 12 men,

six women, four...

...children, three goats, and

a rather nasty massacre of poultry!

So you're the great Van Helsing.

And you're a deranged psychopath.

We all have our little problems.

My superiors would like for me

to take you alive...

so that they may extricate

your better half.

I bet they bloody would.

Personally, I'd rather just kill you

and call it a day.

But let's make it your decision,

shall we?

Do let's.

Here I come...

ready or not!

The bell!

No, no.

I'll bet that's upsetting.

Paris!

Come here.

I think you'll find the view

over here rather spectacular.

It's been a pleasure knowing you.

Au revoir!

Oh, no.

My turn.

May he rest in peace.

Van Helsing.

You murderer!

Bless me, Father, for I have...

Sinned. Yes, I know.

You're very good at that.

You shattered the Rose Window.

Not to split hairs, sir,

but Mr. Hyde did the shattering.

- I wish you a week in hell for that.

- It would be a nice reprieve.

Don't get me wrong.

Your results are unquestionable...

but your methods

attract far too much attention.

"Wanted" posters?

We are not pleased.

Do you think I like being

the most wanted man in Europe?

Why don't you and the Order

do something about it?

Because we do not exist.

Well, then neither do I.

When we found you crawling up

the steps of this church, half-dead...

it was clear to all of us that

you had been sent to do God's work.

- Why can't he do it himself?

- Don't blaspheme.

You already lost your memory

as a penance for past sins.

If you wish to recover it...

I suggest you continue

to heed the call.

Without us,

the world would be in darkness.

Governments and empires

come and go...

but we have kept mankind safe

since time immemorial.

We are the last defense

against evil.

An evil that the rest of mankind

has no idea even exists.

To you, these monsters are

just evil beings to be vanquished.

I'm the one standing there

when they die...

and become the men they once were.

For you, my good son,

this is all a test of faith.

And now,

we need you to go to the East.

To the far side of Romania.

An accursed land...

terrorized by all sorts

of nightmarish creatures.

Lorded over

by a certain Count Dracula.

- Dracula?

- Yes.

You've never faced one

like this before.

Our story begins 450 years ago...

when a Transylvanian knight

named Valerious the Elder...

promised God that his family

would never rest nor enter heaven...

until they vanquished Dracula

from their land.

They have not succeeded...

and they are running out of family.

His descendant Boris Valerious,

King of the Gypsies.

He disappeared almost 12 months ago.

His only son, Prince Velkan,

and his daughter, Princess Anna.

If the two of them are killed

before Dracula is vanquished...

nine generations of their family...

will never enter

the gates of St. Peter.

For more than four centuries...

this family has defended

our left flank.

They gave their lives.

We cannot let them

slip into purgatory.

So you're sending me into hell.

In a manner.

Valerious the Elder left this here

We don't know its purpose...

but he would not have

left it lightly.

The Latin inscription translates as:

"In the name of God,

open this door."

There is an insignia.

Yes, it matches your ring.

I think that in Transylvania

you may find the answer you seek.

Faster, please. Faster!

Faster! Faster! Faster!

Getting there.

- Carl!

- There you are.

Did you bring Mr. Hyde back,

or did you kill him?

You killed him, didn't you?

That's why they get so annoyed.

When they ask you to bring someone

back, they don't mean as a corpse.

All right, you're in a mood.

Come on.

I have some things that'll

put the bit back in your mouth.

Any idiot can make a sword.

Sorry, Father.

- Come along, Carl.

- Here, take this:

Rings of garlic, holy water...

silver stake, crucifix.

Why can't I have one of those?

You've never gone after vampires

before now, have you?

Vampires, gargoyles, warlocks,

they're all the same.

Best when cooked well.

No, they're not all the same.

A vampire is nothing like a warlock.

My granny could kill a warlock.

Carl, you've never even been

out of the abbey.

- How do you know about vampires?

- I read.

Here's something new.

Glycerin 48.

Sorry!

What in Allah's name

is wrong with you?

The air around here

is thick with envy.

This is my latest invention.

It's gas-propelled.

Capable of catapulting arrows

in rapid succession...

at tremendous velocity.

Just pull the trigger and hold on.

I've heard the stories

from Transylvania.

Trust me, you'll need this.

A work of certifiable genius.

- Lf you don't say so yourself.

- No, I did say so myself.

I'm a veritable cornucopia

of talent.

Did you invent this?

I've been working on that

for 12 years.

It's compressed magma

from Mt. Vesuvius...

with pure alkaline

from the Gobi Desert.

- It's one of a kind.

- What's it for?

I don't know,

but I'm sure it'll come in handy.

Twelve years,

and you don't know what it does?

I didn't say that.

I said I didn't know what it's for.

What it does

is to create a light source...

equal to the intensity of the sun.

This will come in handy how?

I don't know.

You can blind your enemies.

Charbroil a herd

of charging wildebeest.

Use your imagination.

No, I'm gonna use yours.

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