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.
You are the love of my life.
What manner of man is this?
R.M. Renfield,
successful solicitor...
...in the firm of Hawkins 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