and Thompkins...
...respected member of
the Lord Nugent's Windem Club...
...returns from business abroad
in Transylvania...
...promptly suffers
a complete mental breakdown.
He's now obsessed
with some blood lust.
George.
Wait here.
Would you care for
an hors d'oeuvre, Dr. Seward...
...or a canapй?
No, thank you, Mr. Renfield.
How are you feeling tonight?
Far better than you,
my lovesick doctor.
Is my personal life
of interest to you?
Of course it is.
All life interests me.
Your diet, Mr. Renfield,
is disgusting.
Actually,
they're perfectly nutritious.
You see,
each life that I ingest...
...gives back life to me.
A fly gives you life?
Certainly.
But you might as well ask a man to eat
molecules with a pair of chopsticks...
...than to interest me
in a lesser carnivore.
I shall have to invent a new
classification of lunatic for you.
What about spiders?
Spiders eat the flies.
Yes, spiders eat them.
What about sparrows?
Oh, yes.
Did you say sparrows?
- Something larger, perhaps?
- Oh, yes.
A kitten.
I beg you.
A little, sleek... A playful kitten.
Something I can teach.
Something I can feed.
No one would refuse me a kitten.
Wouldn't you prefer a cat?
Oh, yes.
A big cat.
- My salvation depends upon it!
- Your salvation?
Yes. I need lives.
- I need lives for the master.
- What master?
The master will come...
...and he has promised
to make me immortal.
How?
Get him off!
The blood is the life!
The blood is the life!
30th May, Castle Dracula.
I think strange things which
I dare not confess to my own soul.
The count...
... the way he looked at Mina's picture
fills me with dread...
... as if I have a part to play
in a story that is not known to me.
I didn't hear you come in.
Take care how you cut yourself.
It is more dangerous
than you think.
A foul bauble of man's vanity.
Perhaps you should...
...grow a beard.
The letters I requested.
Have you written them?
Good.
Should you leave these rooms...
...you will not, by any chance...
...go to sleep in any other
part of the castle.
It is old...
...and has many bad memories.
- Be warned.
- I'm sure I understand.
Do not put your faith
in such trinkets of deceit.
We are in Transylvania.
Transylvania is not England.
Our ways are not your ways.
And to you...
...there shall be
many strange things.
I've seen many
strange things already.
Bloody wolves chasing me
through some blue inferno!
Listen to them.
The children of the night.
What sweet music they make.
Music? Those animals?
I did as Dracula instructed.
I wrote three letters.
To the firm, to my family
and to my beloved Mina.
I said nothing of my fears
as he will read them, no doubt.
I know now that I am a prisoner.
Jonathan.
Jonathan, come to me.
Come.
Lay down.
Lay back into my arms.
Lay back, Jonathan.
How dare you touch him!
He belongs to me!
You yourself never loved.
Yes. I too can love.
And I shall love again.
Are we to have nothing tonight?
"Dearest Mina,
all is well here.
The count has insisted
I remain for a month...
... to tutor him in English custom.
I can say no more,
except I love you.
Ever faithful, Jonathan.”
The letters I have written
have undoubtedly sealed my doom.
The count's gypsies, fearless warriors
who are loyal to the death...
... to whatever nobleman they serve...
... day and night they toil,
filling boxes with decrepit earth...
... from the bowels of the castle.
They are to be delivered to his newly
acquired Carfax Abbey in London.
Why do they
fill these boxes with earth?
I love him! I love him!
It's so wonderful.
I've decided.
I love him
and I've said yes.
Finally. Don't tell

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