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?
Is 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.
I thought she was lost.
We're to be married
as soon as I return.
Are you married, Count?
Sir...
...are you married?
I was married once.
Ages ago, it seems.
She died.
I'm very sorry.
She was fortunate.
My life, at its best, is misery.
She will no doubt
make a devoted wife.
And you a faithful husband.
Come.
Write now, my friend,
to your firm...
...and to any loved ones,
and say that it shall please you...
...to stay with me...
...until a month from now.
A month?
Do you wish me to stay so long?
I will take no refusal.
Diary, 30th of May, 1897.
I know Jonathan does not want me to
stay here with Lucy while he is away.
He thinks that if I become accustomed
to the wealth of the Westenra family...
... I will not be content as the wife
of a mere clerk in a law firm.
But Lucy and I have been friends
since we were children...
... and she has never minded
that I am only a schoolmistress.
How disgustingly awful.
Mina!
Oh, Mina, you're always working.
Is your ambitious Jon Harker...
...forcing you to learn
that ridiculous machine?
When he could be forcing you
to perform...
...unspeakable acts of desperate
passion on the parlor floor.
Lucy, really.
You shouldn't talk about
my fiancй in such a way.
There's more to marriage
than carnal pleasure.
Oh, Mina. So I see.
Much, much more.
That's...
What is it, Lucy?
Because I don't understand it.
Can a man and woman really do...
...that?
I did, only last night.
- Fibber. You did not.
- Yes, I did.
Well, in my dreams.
Jonathan measures up,
doesn't he?
You can tell Lucy.
We've kissed. That's all.
He thinks he's too poor
to marry me.
And it's all the worse now that
I'm here visiting you at Hillingham...
...my rich friend.
Yes, but not even
one marriage proposal.
And here I am, almost 20...
...practically a hag.
Mr. Quincey P. Morris.
- Oh, look.
- What is that?
A Texan.
Quincey P. Morris.
He's so young and fresh...
...like a wild stallion
between my legs.
You're positively indecent.
I just know what men desire.
Watch.
- Quincey, darling.
- Miss Lucy.
Why, you're as fresh
as the spring rain.
Oh, thank you.
Please let me touch it.
It's so big.
Little girl.
Oh, my dear,
sweet little girl.
I hold your hand...
...and you've kissed me.
- Jack!
Oceans of love...
Oh, Jack, my darling.
Poor little baby.
My kitten, come over here.
Come over here
and I'll kiss it better.
My poor little blossom.
My poor little doctor.
Brilliant doctor.
- Hello, Quincey.
- Jack.
What a naughty bear.
Let me...
- Arthur Holmwood, Esquire.
- Arthur!
Oh, my darling.
Oh, you look wonderful.
I'm so sorry about your hat.
- Charming.
- It's my snake dress.
Is it really?
Lucy is a pure
and virtuous girl...
... but I admit that her free way
of speaking shocks me sometimes.
Jonathan says it is a defect
of the aristocracy...
... that they say what they please.
The truth is that I admire Lucy. I'm not
surprised that men flock around her.
I wish I were as pretty
and as adored as she.
What manner of man is this?
R.M. Renfield,
successful solicitor...
...in the firm of Hawkins