Blood loss? How?
My God, close the doors.
My God...
...she's only a child.
Ja.
My God.
There's no time to lose.
There must be a transfusion at once.
Take off your coat.
Remember how to tie a tourniquet?
Or have you forgotten?
- You perfected a procedure?
Perfected? No.
I've only experimented.
Landsteiner's method.
Animals, goats, sheeps.
If hemolysis occurs in the blood donor serum...
...her red blood cells will explode.
She will die.
Take this tube.
What in God's name is going on up here?
This is Professor Van Helsing, Art.
What the hell is he doing to Lucy?
- He's trying to save her life.
Good God.
- You're the fiancй? Please.
Take off your coat.
This young lady's very ill. She's dying.
She wants blood and blood she must have.
Take off your coat.
Roll up your sleeve, Art.
Oh, God.
- Quickly, quickly.
Roll it up.
This may hurt a little, Art.
Forgive me. My life is hers. I would
give my last drop of blood to save her.
Your last drop?
Thank you.
You are very welcome here.
I don't ask as much as that. Not yet.
Hold her hand.
Jack, that poor creature has had the
blood of two men put into her already.
Man alive. Her whole body couldn't hold that much blood.
What took it out?
- That's a good question, Mr. Morris.
Those marks on her throat...
...no disease, no trituration...
...I am sure the blood loss occurred there.
Oh? Where did the blood go?
You were once a careful student, Jack.
Use your brain.
Where did the blood go?
Tell me.
The bed would be covered in blood.
- Exactly.
You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear...
...that which you cannot account for.
Something just went up there,
sucked it out of her and flew away?
Ja. Why not?
That's brilliant.
That's absolutely brilliant.
Will one of you learned doctors,
or whatever you are...
...kindly tell me what is going on with my Lucy?
Jack, you are a scientist.
Do you not think there are things in
this universe you cannot understand...
...and which are true.
Mesmerism, hypnotism?
You and Charcot have proved hypnotism.
Materialization, astral bodies.
Professor?
Where did he go?
You see?
I feel like a blundering novice.
Gentlemen, we're not fighting some disease here.
Those marks on your dear Miss Lucy's neck were made...
...by something unspeakable out there.
Dead, but not dead.
It stalks us for some dread purpose I do not comprehend.
To live, it feeds on Lucy's precious blood.
It is a beast, a monster.
What is happening to Lucy and to me?
When I was younger,
my feelings were never troubled.
I wish I were myself again...
...the sensible Mina I always depended on.
Absinthe...
...is the aphrodisiac of the self.
The green fairy...
...who lives in the absinthe...
...wants your soul.
But...
...you are safe with me.
Tell me, Prince...
...tell me of your home.
The most beautiful place...
...in all creation.
Yes, it must be.
A land beyond a great, vast forest...
...surrounded by majestic mountains...
...lush vineyards...
...and flowers of such frailty and beauty...
...as to be found nowhere else.
You've described my home...
...as if you had seen it firsthand.
It's your voice, perhaps.
It's so familiar.
It's like...
It's like a voice in a dream I cannot place...
...and it comforts me.
When I am alone.
- When you are alone.
And what of the princess?
Princess?
There is always a princess...
...with gowns flowing white.
And her face.
Oh, God...
...her face...
...is a river.
The princess...
...she's a river filled with tears of sadness...
...and heartbreak.
There was a princess.
Elisabeta.
She was the most radiant woman...
...in all the empires of the world.
Man's deceit took her from her ancient prince.
She leapt to her death...
...into the river that you spoke of.
In my mother's tongue...
...it is called...
...argesh.
River princess.
Dear Madam.
Your fiancй is safe and in the care...
...of the good sisters of the Blessed Sacrament.
Mr. Harker believes