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. Forgive me.
l 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 the owner of Carfax Abbey.
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.
l'm curious. Why ten houses
in such precise locations?
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 on earth
is the one who finds ... true love.
You found Mina.
l thought she was lost.
We're to be married when l return.
Are you married, Count?
Sir, are you married?
l 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 to your firm
and any loved ones.
Say that it should please you
to stay with me for a month.
A month?
Do you wish me to stay so long?
l will take no refusal.
Diary. 30th May, 1897.
Jonathan does not want me
to stay with Lucy while he is away.
lf l become accustomed to the
privileges of the Weston family, -
- he thinks l will not be content
as the wife of a mere clerk.
But Lucy and l are friends.
She has never minded
that l am only a schoolmistress.
Disgusting!
Mina ...
Mina, you're always working.
ls your ambitious John Harker
forcing you to learn that machine?
He could be forcing you into acts
of passion on the parlour floor.
Lucy! You shouldn't talk about
my fiancй in such a way.
There's more to marriage
than carnal pleasures.
So l see ... much, much more!
What is it, Lucy?
l don't understand it.
Can man and woman
really do ... that?
- l did ... only last night.
- Fibber! You did not.
Yes, l 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.
it's all the worse now that
I'm visiting you ... my rich friend.
Yes, but not one marriage proposal,
and here l am almost 20 ...
Practically a hag!
Mr. Quincey P. Morris!
Look! What is that?
A Texan. Quincey P. Morris.
He's so young and fresh.
- A wild stallion between my legs.
- You're positively indecent!
l just know what men desire.
Watch.
- Quincey, darling.
- Miss Lucy ...
You're as fresh as a spring rain.
Quincey, please let me touch it.
it's so big.
My dear, sweet little girl. l hold
your hand, and you've kissed me.
Jack! Oceans of love ...
Oh, my poor little baby!
Come over here,
my poor little blossom.
My poor, little, brilliant doctor.
- What a naughty bear.
- Arthur Holmwood, Esquire.
My darling.
I'm so sorry about your hat.
This is my snake dress.
Lucy is a pure and virtuous girl,
but she does shock me sometimes.
Jonathan says a defect of the rich
is that they say what they please.
But l admire Lucy and l'm not
surprised men flock around her.
l wish l were as pretty
and as adored as she.
You are the love of my life.
What manner of man is this?
R.N. Renfield, successful solicitor
in the firm of Hawkins & Thompkins.
Member of the Wyndham Club.
He returns from business abroad
in Transylvania -
- and suffers a mental breakdown.
He's obsessed with some bloodlust.
George.
Wait here.
Would you care for an hors d'oeuvre,
doctor, or a canapй?
- No, thank you. How are you?
- Better than my love-sick doctor.
- Does my private life interest you?
- Of course. All life interests me.
- Your diet is disgusting.
- They're perfectly nutritious.
Each life that l ingest
gives back life to me.
- A fly gives you life?
- Certainly.
You'll