Dracula

The year, 1 462.

Constantinople had fallen.

Moslem Turks swept into Europe

with a vast, superior force...

...striking at Romania,

threatening all of Christendom.

From Transylvania

arose a Romanian knight...

...of the Sacred Order of the Dragon,

known as Dracula.

On the eve of the battle...

...his bride, Elisabeta...

... whom he prized

above all things on Earth...

...knew that he must face

an insurmountable force...

...from which he might never return.

God be praised.

l am victorious.

Elisabeta.

The vengeful Turks

shot an arrow into the castle...

...carrying false news

of Dracula 's death.

Elisabeta, believing him dead...

...flung herself into the river.

My prince is dead.

All is lost without him.

May God unite us in heaven.

She has taken her own life.

her soul cannot be saved.

She is damned.

lt is God's law.

ls this my reward

for defending God's church?

Sacrilege!

l renounce God!

l shall rise from my own death. . .

. . .to avenge hers

with all the powers of darkness.

The blood is the life. . .

. . .and it shall be mine!

l've done everything

that you asked, master.

All the preparations

are in order.

Everything.

l await your command.

for l know. . .

. . .that when the rewards

are given. . .

. . .l will be one of those

who benefits from your generosity.

Thank you.

Gone mad.

Renfield is deranged.

he's lost his greedy mind,

poor chap.

l want you to take over

for his foreign client. . .

. . .this rather eccentric

Count Dracula.

-he's buying up property in London.

-Of course, sir.

l'll attend to the count.

Thank you for your confidence.

This is a great opportunity

for you, harker.

But you'll have to leave

for Transylvania immediately.

Opportunities such as this

come but once in a lifetime.

Yes, of course, sir.

lf l may enquire. . .

. . .what, in fact, happened

to Mr. Renfield in Transylvania?

Nothing. Nothing.

Personal problems.

Close these transactions. . .

. . .and your future with this firm

is assured.

Yes, sir.

l will give it my full attention.

We've waited this long,

haven't we?

We can be married when l return.

Of course.

l'll write.

Jonathan.

Jonathan, l love you.

l love you, Mina.

Left budapest early this morning.

The impression I had

was that we were leaving the west...

...and entering the east.

The district I am to enter

is in the extreme east of the country...

...just on the borders

of three states...

... Transylvania, Moldavia

and bukovina...

...in the midst

of the Carpathian Mountains...

...one of the wildest

and least known portions of Europe.

''My friend...

... welcome to the Carpathians.

I am anxiously expecting you.

At the borgo Pass...

...my carriage will await you

and bring you to me.

I trust your journey from London

has been a happy one...

...and that you

will enjoy your stay...

...in my beautiful land.

Your friend, D. ''

Diary, 25th May.

My Jonathan has been gone

almost a week.

And although I was disappointed we

could not marry before his departure...

...I am happy that he got sent

on this important assignment.

I am longing to hear

all the news.

It must be so nice

to see strange countries.

I wonder if we--

I mean Jonathan and I...

...shall ever see them together.

We're early, driver.

No one is here.

for the dead travel fast.

l say, is the castle far?

Welcome to my home.

Enter freely of your own will. . .

. . .and leave some of

the happiness you bring.

Count Dracula?

l am. . .

. . .Dracula.

And l bid you welcome,

Mr. harker, to my house.

Come in.

You will, l trust,

excuse me that l. . .

. . .do not join you.

But l have already dined.

And l never drink. . .

. . .wine.

An ancestor?

l see a resemblance.

The Order of the Dracul.

The Dragon.

An ancient society. . .

. . .pledging my forefathers. . .

. . .to defend their church

against all enemies of Christ.

That relationship

was not entirely. . .

. . .successful.

Oh, yes.

lt is no laughing matter.

We Draculs

have a right to be proud.

What devil or witch

was ever so great as Attila. . .

. . .whose blood flows

in these veins?

Blood. . .

. . .is too precious a thing

in these times.

The warlike days are over.

The victories of my great race. . .

. . .are but a tale to be told.

l am the last of my kind.

l have offended you

with my ignorance, Count.

forgive me.

l do so long to go

through the crowded streets. . .

. . .of your mighty London. . .

. . .to be in the midst of the whirl

and the rush of humanity. . .

. . .to share its life. . .

. . .its changes, its death.

There. You, Count, are--

Are the owner of

Carfax Abbey at Purfleet.

Congratulations.

Your firm writes most highly. . .

. . .of your talents.

They say you are a man of good. . .

. . .taste.

And that you are

a worthy substitute. . .

. . .to your predecessor, Mr. Renfield.

You may rely on me, Count.

forgive my curiosity,

but why ten houses. . .

. . .in such precise locations

around London?

ls it to raise the market value?

Do you believe in destiny?

That even the powers of time. . .

. . .can be altered

for a single purpose?

The luckiest man

who walks on this Earth. . .

. . .is the one who finds. . .

. . .true love.

You found Mina.

l thought she was lost.

We're to be married

as soon as l return.

Are you married, Count?

Sir. . .

. . .are you married?

l was married once.

Ages ago, it seems.

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