Showing posts with label Dracula. Show all posts
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Thursday 30 September 2021

Vicariousness





It’s Got a Wonderful 
Defence Mechanism —
You Don’t Dare Kill it.






"....and Beauty is just absolutely 
Terrifying to People -- because 
Beauty highlights What's Ugly."




“The Universe is quite a shockingly selective, undemocratic place out of apparently infinite space, a relatively tiny proportion occupied by matter of any kind. 

Of the stars perhaps only one has planets : of the planets only one is at all likely to sustain organic life. 

Of the animals only one species is rational. 

Selection as seen in Nature, and the appalling waste which it involves, appears a horrible and an unjust thing by Human Standards

But the selectiveness in The Christian Story is not quite like that. The People who are selected are, in a sense, unfairly selected for a Supreme Honour; but it is also a Supreme Burden

The People of Israel come to realise that it is their woes which are Saving The World. 

Even in Human Society, though, one sees how this inequality furnishes an opportunity for every kind of Tyranny and Servility. Yet, on the other hand, one also sees that it furnishes an opportunity for some of the very best things we can think of - Humility, and Kindness, and the immense pleasures of Admiration

(I cannot conceive how one would get through the boredom of a world in which you never met anyone more Clever, or more Beautiful, or Stronger than yourself. The very crowds who go after the football celebrities and film-stars know better than to desire that kind of Equality!) 



What The Story of The Incarnation seems to be doing is to flash a new light on A Principle in Nature, and to show for the first time that this Principle of Inequality in Nature is neither Good nor Bad. 

It is a common theme running through both The Goodness and Badness of The Natural World, and I begin to see how it can Survive as A Supreme Beauty in a redeemed universe. 

And with that I have unconsciously passed over to The Third Point. I have said that the selectiveness was not unfair in the way in which we first suspect, because those selected for The Great Honour are also selected for The Great Suffering, and Their Suffering heals Others

In the Incarnation we get, of course, this idea of Vicariousness of one person profiting by the earning of another person. In its highest form that is the very centre of Christianity. 

And we also find this same Vicariousness to be a characteristic, or, as the musician would put it, a leit-motif of Nature. 

It is a Law of The Natural Universe that No Being can Exist on its Own Resources. 

Everyone, everything, is hopelessly indebted to Everyone and Everything Else

In The Universe, as we now see it, this is the source of many of the greatest horrors: all the horrors of carnivorousness, and the worse horrors of the parasites, those horrible animals that live under the skin of other animals, and so on. 

And yet, suddenly seeing it in the light of The Christian Story, one realizes that vicariousness is not in itself bad; that all these animals, and insects, and horrors are merely that principle of vicariousness twisted in one way. 

For when you think it out, nearly Everything GOOD in Nature also comes from Vicariousness. After all, The Child, both before and after birth, Lives on its Mother, just as The Parasite lives on its Host, the one being A Horror, the other being The Source of almost every natural Goodness in The World. It all depends upon what you do with this principle. 

So that I find in that Third Way also, that what is implied by The Incarnation just fits in exactly with what I have seen in Nature, and (this is the important point) each time it gives it a new twist. 
 
If I accept this supposed missing chapter, The Incarnation, I find it begins to illuminate the whole of the rest of the manuscript. It lights up Nature's pattern of Death and Rebirth; and, secondly, Her Selectiveness; and, thirdly, Her vicariousness. 
 
Now I notice a very odd point. 
 
All other religions in The World, as far as I know them, are either Nature Religions, or anti-Nature Religions. 
 
The Nature Religions are those of the old, simple pagan sort that you know about. You actually got drunk in The Temple of Bacchus. You actually committed fornication in The Temple of Aphrodite. 
 
The more modern form of nature religion would be the religion started, in a sense, by Bergson' (but he repented, and died Christian), and carried on in a more popular form by Mr Bernard Shaw. 
 
The AntiNature Religions are those like Hinduism and Stoicism, where Men say,  
 
`I will starve my flesh. I care not whether I live or die.' 
 
All Natural Things are to be set aside: The aim is Nirvana, apathy, negative spirituality. The nature religions simply affirm my natural desires. The anti-natural religions simply contradict them. 
 
The Nature Religions simply give a new sanction to what I already always thought about The Universe in my moments of rude health and cheerful brutality. 
 
The antinature religions merely repeat what I always thought about it in my moods of lassitude, or delicacy, or compassion.
 
But here is something quite different. 
Here is something telling me - well, what? 
 
Telling me that I must never, like The Stoics, 
say that 'Death Does not Matter
 
Nothing is Less Christian than that

Death which made Life Himself shed tears at The Grave of Lazarus, and shed Tears of Blood in Gethsemane.", This is an appalling horror; a stinking indignity. 
 
(You remember Thomas Browne's splendid remark: `I am not so much afraid of Death, as ashamed of it.')  
 
And yet, somehow or other, infinitely Good. Christianity does not simply affirm or simply deny The Horror of Death; it tells me something quite new about it. 

Again, it does not, like Nietzsche, simply confirm My Desire to Be Stronger, or Cleverer than Other People. 
 
On The Other Hand, it does not allow me to say, 
`Oh, Lord, won't there be A Day when Everyone will be as Good as Everyone Else?' 

In the same way, about vicariousness
 
It will not, in any way, allow me to be An Exploiter
to Act as A Parasite on Other People
Yet it Will Not allow Me 
any Dream of 
Living on My Own. 
 
It will Teach Me to Accept with Glad Humility 
the enormous Sacrifice that 
Others Make for Me
as well as to Make Sacrifices for others.


That is why I think this Grand Miracle is The Missing Chapter in this novel, the chapter on which the whole plot turns; that is why I believe that God really has dived down into The Bottom of Creation, and has come up bringing the whole Redeemed Nature on His Shoulder. The Miracles that have already happened are, of course, as Scripture so often says, the first fruits of that cosmic summer which is presently coming on.

Christ Has Risen, and so We Shall Rise
 
St Peter for a few seconds Walked on The Waters and the day will come 
when there will be 
a re-made universe, infinitely obedient to  
The Will of Glorified and Obedient Men
when we can do All Things, 
when we shall be Those Gods that 
We are Described as Being in Scripture. 
 
To Be Sure, it feels Wintry enough still : 
but often in the very early Spring it feels like that. 
 
Two thousand years are only a day or two by this scale. 
 
A man really ought to say, `The Resurrection happened two thousand years ago' in the same spirit in which he says, `I saw a crocus yesterday.' 

Be cause we know What is Coming behind The Crocus. 

The Spring cames slowly down this way; but the great thing is that The Corner has been turned. 
 
There is, of course, this difference, that in the natural Spring, The Crocus cannot choose whether it will respond or not. We can
 
We have The Power either of withstanding the spring, and sinking back into the cosmic winter, or of going on into those `high mid-summer pomps' in which Our Leader, The Son of Man, already dwells, and to which He is calling Us. It remains with us to follow or not, to die in this winter, or to go on into that spring and that summer.


MOSET
What do we know so far? 


EMH
The lifeform has taken control of her body 
at the autonomic level, 
drawing proteins from her tissues, 
white blood cells from her arteries. 


MOSET
Which can be interpreted in several ways. 


EMH
A form of attack? 


MOSET
I find it odd that a species would evolve an attack mechanism that would leave it so vulnerable
Why not do it's damage and retreat? 


EMH
A parasite, perhaps? 


MOSET
Yes, I think so, but not any ordinary variety. 
It's unlikely it could sustain itself like this over the long term. 



EMH
Its own systems are damaged. 
It's doing this as a stopgap measure, to keep itself alive. 

MOSET
So the patient's heart, lungs, kidneys, 
they're all augmenting the alien's damaged system. 


EMH
It's using B'Elanna 
as a life preserver. 


MOSET
But if it needs her to Survive, 
it's not about to let go without a fight.

 

EMH
I'd like to think that's a fight 
you and I can win



MOYERS: Why “A Gathering of Men?” I mean, that’s really rare, isn’t it, to have a workshop for men only?

BLY: Maybe 20 years ago it would have been rare, but lately the men in various parts of the country have begun to gather. I think that it isn’t a reaction to the women’s movement, really. I think the grief that leads to the men’s movement began maybe 140 years ago, when the Industrial Revolution began, which sends the father out of the house to work.

MOYERS: What impact did that have?

BLY: Well, we receive something from our father by standing close to him.

MOYERS: Physically.

BLY: When we stand physically close to our father, something moves over that can’t be described in material terms, that gives the son a certain confidence, an awareness, a knowledge of what it is to be male, what a man is. And in the ancient times you were always with your father; he taught you how to do things, he taught you how to farm, he taught you whatever it is that he did. You learned from him. But you had this sense of being of receiving a food from him.

MOYERS: Food.

BLY: A Food. From Your Father’s body. Now, when the father went out of the house in the Industrial Revolution, that food ended, and I think the average American father now spends ten minutes a day with a son — I think that’s what The Minneapolis Tribune had — and half of that time is spent in, “Clean up your room!” You know, that’s a favorite phrase of mine, I know it well.

So the Industrial Revolution did not harm the mother and daughter relationship as much as it did the father and son, because the mother and daughter still stand close to each other and have stood close to each other. Maybe that’ll change now when the mother is being sent out to work also, but the daughters then receive some knowledge of what it is to be a woman, or if you prefer to call it the women’s the female mode of feeling. They receive knowledge of the female mode of feeling. And the mother gets that from her grandmother, who got it from her great grandmother, who gets it from her great grandmother, it goes all the way down.

After the Industrial Revolution, the male does not receive any knowledge from His Father of what the male mode of feeling is, and the old male initiators that used to work are not working anymore.

MOYERS: What do you mean, male initiators?

BLY: Well, the you know, in the traditional times, you were not initiated by your father, because there’s too much tension between you and your father. You are initiated by older, unrelated males, is the word that’s used, older unrelated men. They may be friends of your father. They could even be uncles or grandfathers. But they are the ones who used to do it. Then they disappear. Then it falls on the father to do. Then the father is off at the office. You see the picture?

MOYERS: Yeah. In fact, in some of the traditional cultures, a night arrives, and a group of men show up at a boy’s house, and they take him away from the home and they don’t bring him back, then, for several days. And then when he comes back, he has ashes on his face.

BLY: Yeah. In New Guinea, where they still do it today, the men come in with spears to get the boys. The boys know nothing about the men’s world. They live with their mother completely. They say, you know, “Mama, Mama, save us from these men that are coming here.” Now, all over New Guinea, the women accept and the men accept one thing. A boy cannot be made into a man without the active intervention of the older men.

Now, when they all accept that, then the women’s job is to be participants in this drama. So the men come and take the boys away, and the boys are saying, “Save me, Mommy,” you know. Then they go across, and the men have built a tent on this island they have a built a house for the boys’ initiation hut. Then they take them across the bridge, and three or four of the women, whose boys these are, get their spears and meet them on the bridge. And the old men have their spears. And the boys are saying, “Save me, Mama, save me, these are horrible men, they’re taking me away,” you know, and they fight and everything. And then the women are driven back. Then the women all go back and have coffee and say, “How’d I do? How’d I look?

So that wonderful participation in it, the women are not doing the initiating, they’re participating, and then, as you said, then he’ll stay with the men for a year, maybe. Then they will explain to him something has to die to be born, and what will have to die is the boy. This is what isn’t happening to the men in this culture.

Thursday 8 April 2021

You Must Survive Count Dracula's Midlife Crisis


Van Helsing :
Keely behaved like 
a man demented, obsessed.

Utterly lost.
All but the last vestige 
of sanity had left him.

His words were prompted by some force, some...
...some nightmare outside himself.

It is A Shadow,
A Spectre that haunts us all.

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
Murray, why the hell didn't you get your people 
[ Special Branch ]
to raid Pelham House?
Should have called them the moment
you got out of the damned place.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
Well, as a matter of fact, I...

Van Helsing :
I'm sorry Colonel.
Inspector Murray was quite right.
By the time The Police
would have got there, 
they would have found nothing.

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
Nothing? What about that...
...Chinese woman?

What about all of those...
...unfortunate creatures in the cellar?

Van Helsing :
We are not dealing with ordinary criminals, Colonel Mathews.
Nor with enemy agents.
These people have powers beyond anything you can imagine.
It didn't help Professor Keeley.

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
Well, he's out of it now, anyway.
One down and three to go.

Van Helsing :
The Keeley Foundation...
...who started it?
Whose money's behind it?
Thank you.

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
Some tycoon called Denham.
D. D. Denham.
There's very little known about him
He lives in the heart of the Denham Building. 
No thank you.
He allows no press interviews,
no photographs...
A recluse.

Van Helsing :
Denham.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
Mean something?

Van Helsing :
A link, possibly a major one.
Yes, here we are :
The Denham Group of Companies.
Chemicals, oils, banks.
Board of Directors : 
Denham himself.
The Right Honorable John Porter.
Lord Carradine.
General Freebourne.
And Keeley.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
And Uncle Tom Cobley and all!

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
This man, Denham,
perhaps Hanson was right.

Van Helsing :
I think he was.
You've already seen
a manifestation of vampirism.

The cult lives, it breeds,
it spreads its vileness
like a contagion.

Like The Plague.
My Family has fought
this corruption for generations.

Each time it was destroyed,
so has it risen again, 
like The Phoenix,
but hellbent on revenge.

Only this time...
This time I believe it's not merely
a personal vendetta...
...but something infinitely more far reaching.

The plague bacillus, Pelham House, the 
mental destruction of intellectuals
such as Professor Keeley and the others
it is all an integral part
of a means to a definite end.

The real force,
The Shadow I spoke of is more sinister, more obscene
than any monstrosity you can think of.
Lord of Corruption, 
Master of the Undead...

Count Dracula.
Col. Matthews of Division-X :
Is there really such a creature?

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
You should have been in that bloody cellar, Colonel!

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
Incredible.
My Department is being closed down, orders of John Porter,
half my staff have been arrested, 
two have been killed, 
they've labelled us subversives, 
and the heavies are damned well looking for us, 
and all this because of a...
...a vampire?

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
Van Helsing, for God's sake!

Van Helsing :
Jessica, you should be resting.

Van Helsing :
Oh, I'm all right, Grandfather.
Thank you.

Van Helsing :
I destroyed Count Dracula once.
It was more than two years ago in Saint Bartolph's churchyard.

This creature can live again...
by reincarnation.

It requires a disciple --
Someone well versed in the ritual.

Col. Matthews of Division-X :
The Chinese woman, Chin Yang?

Van Helsing :
Possibly.
She would have to know the exact location of Dracula's grave.

I passed the site of Saint Bartolph's tonight —
The churchyard has long since vanished.
An office block has been built there, now.
That new building is about two years old.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
Well, if it's been there for two years...
That means This Thing has been around since then.

Van Helsing :
So it would seem.
And those women in the cellar, their names have probably been on the files of your Missing Persons Bureau for two years.

Anyway, that new office block belongs to the Denham Group of Companies.
Now, I don't know whether The Fifth Guest was D. D. Denham, 
but this I do know :
Vampires are spectral creatures.

Their image casts no reflection in a mirror.
Nor can the lens of a camera record their likeness.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
So there was someone there.

Van Helsing :
Or some thing.
Norman Hanson saw it but his camera couldn't record it.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
How the hell do you fight a vampire?
With cloves of garlic?

Van Helsing :
There are many ways.
The Symbols of Good are used
to combat The Forces of Evil.
The Crucifix, The Word of God
as written in The Holy Bible.
Clear running water,
symbolizing purity,
and it lives in mortal dread of Silver.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
Anything else?

Van Helsing :
The Hawthorn Tree, which provided Christ
with his Crown of Thorns,
The Light of Day...
And a wooden stake,
driven through the heart.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
What about the 23rd, the day that Keeley mentioned...

Van Helsing :
Yes indeed. The 23rd of this month.
That I fear is the worst of all.
It is The Sabbat for the Undead.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
What significance is that?

Van Helsing :
There are satanic circles which govern Our Fate,
and the fate of This Earth.
Perhaps even The Universe.

Now, throughout history...
there are certain times,
certain dates which are marked
by awesome catastrophes.

Each event is carefully plotted,
and a definite pattern emerges.

Every disaster This World
has ever suffered coincides with a point
wherein these circles meet...
...and cross.
In this century alone
they heralded the outbreak of...
two devastating world wars.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
And another disaster is imminent?

Van Helsing :
Could be.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
The 23rd.
That's the day after tomorrow.

Van Helsing :
This must happen tomorrow...
...at midnight.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
Why, it's even sooner.

Van Helsing :
At that hour The Devil holds
a Balance of Power.
He marshals his disciples.
The Living and The Dead.
In Satanic Covens it is the celebration
of supreme blasphemy.

The Sabbat of The Undead.
Inspector Murray of The Yard :
I've heard of the witches sabbat.

Van Helsing :
No, this date is much more important.
It's more profound.
Even more significant than the night of Walpurgis.
Now Keeley said the bacillus had to be
ready by the 23rd.
Why?

Van Helsing :
The date chosen by Dracula himself.
The 23rd day of this 11th month.
The emerging patterns.
The Night of The Soulless Ones.
And in the turmoil and fear that follows,
a group of... warped men emerge to take control.
A Politician, a Soldier,
an Industrialist, a Landowner.

Inspector Murray of The Yard :
But Dracula would eventually end up with 
A Totally Barren Earth!
With only disease and dead bodies to feed on...
surely even the vampire himself would perish.

Van Helsing :
Perhaps, deep in his subconscious,
that is what he really wants.
An end to it all.
He is a cursed immortal, existing on 
Violence, Fear and Dread.
Now suppose...
Now just suppose
he yearns for final peace.
What then?
He'd want to bring down
The Whole Universe with him!
The Ultimate Revenge!
Thousands dying of The Plague,
like The Shadow of Death itself,
one figure scything its way 
through the terror and anguish.

Count Dracula.
It is the Biblical prophecy
of Armageddon.







“The “Final Crisis,” as I saw it for a paper universe like DC’s, would be the terminal war between is and isn’t, between the story and the blank page. What would happen if the void of the page took issue with the quality of material imposed upon it and decided to fight back by spontaneously generating a living concept capable of devouring narrative itself? A nihilistic cosmic vampire whose only dream was to drain the multiverse dry of story material, then lie bloated beneath A Dead Sun, dying.

  I tried to show the DC universe breaking down into signature gestures, last-gasp strategies that were tried and tested but would this time fail, until finally even the characterizations would fade and The Plot become rambling, meaningless, disconnected. Although I lost my nerve a little, I must confess, and it never became disconnected enough.

  This, I was trying to say, is What Happens when you let Bad Stories EAT Good Ones. This is what it looked like when you allow the Anti-Life Equation to turn all Your Dreams to Nightmares.

  In The End, there was nothing left but Darkness and the first superhero, Superman, with a crude wishing machine, the deus ex machina itself, and a single wish powered by the last of His Own Life Force.

  He wished for A Happy Ending, of course.”

Tuesday 6 April 2021

I think he's made you His Friend.



The Grandson thought about it for a minute 
and then asked His Grandfather : 
"Which wolf wins?"

The Old Cherokee simply replied, 
"The one you feed."


COUNT DRACULA :
I am afraid I do not possess such a thing.

HARKER :
You don't have any mirrors?

COUNT DRACULA :
SIGHS: 
Baubles of Vanity.

What is The Purpose of a Mirror?
Hm?

One will find no Enlightenment in 
One's Own Gaze.

GLASS TINKLES

HARKER :
Agh!

COUNT DRACULA :
HISSES
Are you all right, Mr Harker?


HARKER :
Oh, I'm fine. It's, er... It's a scratch.

COUNT DRACULA :
Please be careful.
We cannot return you in any way damaged 
to your beautiful Mina.


HARKER :
It's nothing. It's ju...
Did I mention Mina?

COUNT DRACULA :
I think you spoke of her beauty at dinner.


HARKER :
Oh, um...
I don't recall that.

COUNT DRACULA :
Perhaps it was the wine.

HARKER :
No, I barely drank.

HARKER LAUGHS

COUNT DRACULA :
My sympathies.
Please attend to your hand.

HARKER :
It's really fine. It's... 
It's nothing.

COUNT DRACULA :
Blood is not nothing!
Blood... is lives.

Van Helsing :
"Lives"?
You are quite certain he did not say 

"Blood is Life"?

He said 
"Blood is Lives"? 

HARKER :
He... He did.
Yes.

PENCIL SCRATCHES 

It struck me as odd.


Van Helsing :
But there were other oddnesses 
that preoccupied you?

HARKER :
How could he know My Thoughts?
I never mentioned Mina at dinner.
I'm certain of it.

Van Helsing :
A Dog can sniff stories 
on the slightest breeze, while We 
are blind in The Wind.

HARKER :
He could smell My Thoughts in the air?

Van Helsing :
No, Mr Harker. 
That would be ridiculous.

But perhaps in Your Blood.

Perhaps stories flow in our veins,
if you know how to read them.

Blood is Lives...


COUNT DRACULA :
You will not see me till tomorrow evening.
I have... several appointments.

Till then, please treat 
My Home as your own.
I bid you goodnight. 

HARKER :
Good n...

DOOR CREAKS

HIGH-PITCHED SCRAPING

SCRAPING CONTINUES

GASPS

WIND WHISTLES

WIND HOWLS

HARKER :
Is someone...? Agh!

GASPS

Hello?
Hello?

WOLVES HOWL

Van Helsing :
So there was another Guest in The Castle?
Perhaps also A Prisoner?

HARKER: 
I didn't realise I was 
A Prisoner, at the time.

Van Helsing :
That night, then?

HARKER :
I slept.

Van Helsing :
You dreamed.

HARKER :
I woke early.

Van Helsing :
No, wait. Wait
You dreamed.

After a day of such 
Incident and Colour, 
how could you not..?

Was it Mina you dreamed of...?
You longed for her.

HARKER :
One longs for 
The Solace of Home.

VAN HELSING : 
One longs, certainly.
Tell me more about Your Dream.

HARKER :
It is private.

SISTER AGATHA: 
Your ache for her. 
You were together 
in Your Dream.

HARKER :
I-I don't...
This is not...


SISTER AGATHA: 
There is no Shame in it.
Dreams are a haven where 
We sin without Consequence.

Believe me, I know.

Some mornings, 
I can hardly look 
Sister Rosa in the face.

HARKER :
What you asked before, if I'd...

Van Helsing :
If you'd ever had sexual intercourse 
with Count Dracula.

HARKER :
Mm. Why did you ask that?

Van Helsing :
Clearly, you have been 
contaminated with something.
Any contact you've had 
with Count Dracula,
sexual or otherwise
is therefore relevant.

BREATHES UNSTEADILY

Van Helsing :
Continue.

"Help us."

Van Helsing :
So it struck you as Strange, of course.

HARKER :
Well, clearly, there was someone
 trapped in The Castle.

Van Helsing :
No. No. The Writing.  
"Help Us."

HARKER :
It was upside down.

Van Helsing :
Well, yes, of course, because whoever wrote it 
was obliged to hang that way.
But even that extraordinary physical feat 
is surely not The Point of Interest.


HARKER :
Then what is?

Van Helsing :
What is remarkable, Mr Harker, 
what is convenient
is that The Words were in English.

HARKER :
Oh...
I didn't think of that.

Van Helsing :
Of course not.
You are An English...man --
A combination of presumptions 
beyond compare.
Proceed.

HARKER :
Well, I knew I had the day to myself, 
so I determined to find the room above mine 
and see if anyone required my assistance.

Van Helsing :
Tell me, how did you feel?

HARKER: 
Different. Older.


Van Helsing :
But very curious.

HARKER :
At least I knew I was not alone.

The Count hadn't been 
exaggerating about His Castle.

Hello?

Whatever way I turned, 
it never took me 
where I expected.

Every door I opened, 
led to two more
a-and then three.

Every step I took, 
I made The Wrong Choice.

I was lost in 
The Architect's Labyrinth.

Agh!

Ahh!

I wasted most of the day...
...until I found myself too tired to go on.

WOLVES HOWL

CORK POPS

COUNT DRACULA :
Hmm? Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.
I think you've been working too hard.

HARKER :
Mm... Count...

COUNT DRACULA :
Please - relax.
Have a glass of wine.

HARKER :
Your voice... You sound different.

COUNT DRACULA :
I've been working on my English.
Ah... Do you approve?

HARKER :
It's almost perfect.

COUNT DRACULA :
The Credit is all Yours.
Your presence has invigorated me.

Fresh Blood.

Help us.

Hello?

GIGGLES

Hello?

HARKER :
Hello? Excuse me?

Please! I-I intend you no harm.

However fleeting the sight, 
surely this was proof 
that I wasn't going mad?

WIND HOWLS

THUNDER RUMBLES

HARKER :
Count Dracula.
Are we alone in this castle?

COUNT DRACULA :
Yes.
Except for the servants, of course.

HARKER :
I never see any servants.

COUNT DRACULA :
They aren't here at night.

HARKER :
I don't see them in the daytime...either.
In fact, apart from The Driver...
...I haven't seen anyone working here at all.

DRACULA CHUCKLES

COUNT DRACULA :
Ah, yes --
The Driver.

HARKER :
What I'm asking is, aside from yourself...
..is there anyone living in this castle?


COUNT DRACULA :
No. Jonathan...
...there's no-one living here.

Van Helsing :
So after sundown each day, 
Dracula appeared 
stronger and younger...
..while the opposite 
was true for you.

BELL CHIMES

Did you understand what 
was happening to you?

THUD AND BIRD FLUTTERS

PIGEONS COO OUTSIDE


HARKER :
No. Not then.
I thought I was sick. Just...sick.

Van Helsing :
Turn your head to the side.

Why?


SISTER AGATHA: 
Show me.
You have been very strong, Mr Harker.
In your circumstances,
I don't think I could have been half so brave.


HARKER :
I wasn't brave.
In what way was I brave? 

Van Helsing :
You were trapped 
in that place, 
you were afraid
and yet you spent your days 
searching The Castle
because you thought 
someone needed your help.


HARKER :
Well, my help had been requested. It...
It would have been difficult to refuse that.

Van Helsing :
Difficult?


HARKER :
Unacceptable.

Van Helsing : 
So your search continued.
Tell us.

PANTS


HARKER :
My every exploration led me 
deeper and deeper into 
The Labyrinth.
Eventually, I made a remarkable discovery.

STRAINS


HARKER :
What had become of these people?
Were they my predecessors?

GRUNTS

SQUEAKS

FLIES SWARM AND BUZZ

GROANS

LOW GURGLING

GURGLING CONTINUES

GASPS

EXCLAIMS

GURGLING INTENSIFIES

SQUELCHING

HARKER GASPS

SQUELCHING 

Omoara ma!

HARKER GASPS

SCREAMS

GASPS

Omoara ma...

SCREAMS

HARKER PANTS

WHEEZING: 
Omoara ma...

BONES CRUNCH

Omoara ma!

BONES CRUNCH

GASPS WHEEZILY

GASPS

ALL: 
Omoara ma!

Omoara ma!

HARKER SHRIEKS AND GASPS

SHOUTING ECHOES

GASPS

SHOUTING FADES

BAT SQUEAKS AND HE GASPS

GASPS

SCREAMS

GROWLS

HARKER SCREAMS

BELL CHIMES


HARKER :
It's all I remember.
I fear I may have passed out.

Van Helsing :
Quite understandable.
"Omoara ma."
Do you know what that is?


HARKER :
It sounded like a curse.

Van Helsing :
It's Romanian.
It means "Kill Me".


HARKER :
They looked dead already.
Dead and Walking.


Van Helsing :
Undead.


HARKER :
Tell me.

Van Helsing :
There is A Contagion, a Corruption
passing through This World 
from one sufferer to The Next.

For those unfortunate to fall victim to it, 
Life becomes incurable.

They lose The Divine 
Ability to DIE.

As their bodies rot, 
their Consciousness persists.
Even as Dust, their pain goes on.
It is a secret every gravedigger keeps.

There are those among us destined 
to scratch at our coffin lids for all Eternity.

If you work among The Dead, 
it's not Death you fear.
It's The Alternative.


HARKER :
Is there any salvation for such creatures?

Van Helsing :
I Don't Know. 


HARKER :
Have Faith!

Van Helsing :
Faith is a sleeping draught 
for Children and Simpletons.
What we must have is a plan.


HARKER :
Dracula's one of them, isn't he?

Van Helsing :
Undead?
Undead certainly but, from your account, 
I think he is much more complicated.

GASPS

GROANS SOFTLY

COUNT DRACULA :
Johnny.
There you are.
Thought we'd lost you. 


HARKER :
Hmm... What am I doing here?

COUNT DRACULA :
I found you downstairs, asleep on the floor.
I could be wrong, but I think 
you were having a nightmare.
You do look rather pale.


HARKER :
You said you didn't drink.

COUNT DRACULA :
....Wine.
Now... CLEARS HIS THROAT: ..listen.
I need you to do something.
Set yourself down. There you go.
That's the ticket.

Now, take this --
I need you to write three letters.

BABY CRIES


HARKER :
What was that?

COUNT DRACULA :
That's nothing. 


HARKER :
Sounded like a baby.

COUNT DRACULA :
LAUGHS: 
No, no, no. There's no baby.
Now, Johnny, Johnny...concentrate.
Three letters.


HARKER :
No-one calls me Johnny.

COUNT DRACULA :
No-one?


HARKER :
No-one.

COUNT DRACULA :
Company for you while you work.


HARKER :
Who is she?

COUNT DRACULA :
Don't you recognise her?


HARKER :
Why would I?

COUNT DRACULA :
I took it from your room. 
It's Mina.
Your Fiancee.
Mina Murray.

RETCHES



HARKER :
How can I not recognise her face?

COUNT DRACULA :
Well, you do look rather... drained.


HARKER :
You look young.

COUNT DRACULA :
And I owe it all to you. Thanks.

Now, it's almost time for you to go.
So, three letters, all to Mina --

The first saying you have 
nearly finished your work here 
and will be leaving within the week. 

The second saying that 
you have now completed your work 
and will be leaving the following day.

And the third saying you have now 
left the castle and have arrived safely in... 

What shall we say?
...Bistritz, hm?

I will send the letters at the appropriate times.
I'll forward the last one to Bistritz 
so it can be sent from there.


HARKER :
Wh-why... Why would I...
Why would I do that?

COUNT DRACULA :
So that Mina will know that 
You're Coming Home.


HARKER :
But why would I write the letters in advance?

COUNT DRACULA :
Because the post here is very erratic.
It's a precaution.


HARKER :
For whom? If...
If something were to happen to me 
and those letters had already been sent...

COUNT DRACULA :
Then Mina wouldn't think to come 
looking for you here.
Do you want her to come here?

BABY CRIES

HARKER :
That's a baby.
I can hear it crying. 

COUNT DRACULA :
There is no baby!
Write the letters 
or 
don't write the letters.

It's up to you.
I'm only thinking about Mina.

SOBS

COUNT DRACULA :
Now, if you don't mind. Things to do. 
See you tomorrow evening.

Leave the letters on the table.



HARKER :
The dates! The dates!
The dates for the letters...
How should I date them?

COUNT DRACULA :
Well, let's see. Er...
The 12th for the first.
For the second, the 19th.
And for the third...
Um...

KICKS CRATE

What shall we say?

29th?
29th?

As good a day as any, Johnny.

Goodnight.

BABY CRIES


HARKER :
What if I leave?
What if I leave this place right now?

COUNT DRACULA :
No-one is stopping you.


HARKER :
I don't have the strength.

COUNT DRACULA :
No. I know.
It's not your fault, Johnny. 
You mustn't blame yourself.

BABY CRIES


HARKER :
Agh!
Please...
Please, please!
The baby!

COUNT DRACULA :
SING-SONG: 
Johnny, there is no baby.

BABY CRIES


HARKER :
I knew in that moment 
that I had A Choice.

I'd been told the span of my life,
the limit of my existence - the 29th.

Now, I could stay here, 
dying piece by piece, 
till I found myself 
nailed into one of 
those boxes.

Van Helsing :
Or...?

Or I could kill Count Dracula.

Van Helsing :
Not an easy task in the circumstances.


HARKER :
No, but I had certain 
advantages.

Van Helsing :
I should be fascinated 
to know what they were.


HARKER :
I was enfeebled and trapped...

Van Helsing :
Well, indeed.


HARKER :
..so Dracula did not consider me a threat.

Van Helsing :
That's True, yes.
But, on the negative side, 
You were enfeebled and trapped.


HARKER :
I had a potential ally.
One who could climb the castle walls.

Van Helsing :
One you couldn't even find?



HARKER :
That was because I was looking 
for the wrong thing --
I should have 
been looking 
for a map.

Van Helsing :
Of The Castle? 
But there wasn't one.


HARKER :
That's what Dracula believed.
But, in telling me that, 
he'd also told me 
where to find it.

Van Helsing :
What did he say?


HARKER :
I told you.

Van Helsing :
I missed it.


HARKER :
You did.

Van Helsing :
Then you're much quicker than me.


HARKER :
I'm not quick. 
I've always been slow.

But the thing is, 
when you're slow
You know you need 
to pay attention.

It's the clever ones 
who never listen.

You've read all this.
Already. In my account.

Van Helsing :
It's vague in certain crucial regards.
Continue, please.


HARKER :
It occurred to me that night
that Dracula said more 
than he intended.

And more than he knew.

As he was a Creature of The Night,
I had to wait until morning to test my theory.

GASPS

The Count said there was no map, 
but Petruvio was An Artist,
and artists always wish to be understood.

The Castle was a monument 
to The Architect's lost love 
and The Sunlight 
to which he would never return.

And what else is sunlight...
..but the face of one's beloved?

The Path to The Sunlight.

It was clear from The Castle Maps 
that Petruvio had created 
within His Design 
a System of Shortcuts 
through The Maze.

Hidden passages, 
possibly unknown 
even to Dracula himself.

How many times had I 
looked at that picture 
and not seen it?

Petruvio's Wife was The Sunlight...
..and he stood guard at The Door.

STRAINS

STONES RUMBLE

WIND WHISTLES

SQUEAKING

SQUEAKING CONTINUES

CLAWS SCRATCH

FLIES BUZZ

SCREAMS

GASPS

GASPS

SQUEAKING

CLATTERING

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
He doesn't know I can get out of The Box -- 
Don't tell him.

HARKER :
I won't.

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
Are you His Friend now?

HARKER :
No. I, er...
I-I.. I work for him.
I'm a Lawyer.
From England.

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
I think he's made you His Friend.

HARKER :
Why?

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
What's England?

HARKER :
It's where I'm from.
You know it.
You're...speaking English.

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
I learnt it.

SHE LAUGHS

HARKER :
How? 
 
BRIDE OF DRACULA :
It tasted fun.

HARKER :
Tasted?

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
Once you are The Count's Friend, 
all languages are the same.
I'm hungry.

HARKER :
Was it you at The Window?
You left The Message?

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
I smelt you.
 
HARKER :
You're Trapped Here.

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
You're trapped too. 
 
HARKER :
I want to Help You.

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
Tell him I'm hungry!
He only gives me scraps.
Tiny little things.
Tell him I finished the last one.
I finished it really quickly.

I'm hungry! Agh!

SHE GROWLS

HARKER :
Look at it! Look at it!
It is The Sign of The Cross.
The Symbol of Our Lord.

BRIDE OF DRACULA :
I know.
It's pretty.

SCREAMS ECHO

VAN HELSING :
You assumed, I suppose, 
that The Cross would 
ward off Evil.

HARKER :
Why are you smiling?

VAN HELSING :
Your Faith. 
I think it's touching.

HARKER :
What happened to yours?

VAN HELSING :
I have looked for God 
everywhere in This World 
and never found Him.

HARKER :
Then Why are You Here?

VAN HELSING :
Like many Women of My Age, 
I'm trapped in a Loveless Marriage, 
maintaining appearances 
for The Sake of A Roof Over My Head.

Now then, we proceed to 
your miraculous escape 
from Castle Dracula, 
about which you have been 
so vague.

KNOCKS

HARKER :
Somebody! Please, help!

GASPS

STRAINS

BABY GURGLES

BABY CRIES

CRIES

HARKER PANTS

CRIES

GROANS

WHEEZES

COUNT DRACULA :
Johnny, This is interesting.
I've never seen it work 
with A Baby before. Never.

I think I might keep it on for a while.

I hope this doesn't mean that I'm getting sentimental.

HARKER :
Why did you kill her
 
COUNT DRACULA :
Who?
Oh. Um...

Because I wanted to see 
if she would die, I suppose.

Johnny, don't give me that look. 
You were A Child once.
You know The Feeling.
Didn't you break your toys apart 
to see how they worked?

HARKER :
You're a Monster. 

COUNT DRACULA :
And you're a Lawyer!
Nobody's Perfect.


Ah, a stake through The Heart.
You see, sometimes The Legends are right.
This is not one you can test too often, though.
I only ever have three brides at a time.

"Brides"?

COUNT DRACULA :
Brides, yes. I think that's The Right Word for it.
You see, um...
CLEARS HIS THROAT 
....I am trying to reproduce...

CRATE OPENS 
Oh!

SQUISHING
..which, frankly, can be a bit of a challenge 
when there is only One of You.

Agh!

COUNT DRACULA :
Oh, Johnny. You're just about Done, aren't you?
She was a thirsty little thing, 
and to think that she was going to keep you in That Box 
all to herself!

Are you going to kill me?

COUNT DRACULA :
Of course I'm going to kill you.
Why does Death always come as such a shock to mortals?

You took everything from me. 

Of course I did.
You are the high road 
that leads me to England.

HARKER: 
Why? Why England?

COUNT DRACULA :
Ah.
The People.
All those sophisticated and intelligent people.
As I've been trying to tell everyone for centuries --

You are What You Eat.

HARKER WHIMPERS

WIND WHISTLES

Now...
...if you don't mind, I need you to do one last thing for me.
I haven't seen her in hundreds of years.
Describe her to me.

WEAKLY: 
Who?

COUNT DRACULA :
I've had artists paint her,
and poets capture her in words,
and Mozart wrote such a pretty little tune, I-I...
CLEARS HIS THROAT: 
..I really should have spared him, but....

What does a lawyer see?

Johnny, in my memory, she sets behind the second-highest peak at this time of year, and she's quite red.

Is she red, Johnny?

Look for yourself.

COUNT DRACULA :
But that will burn me to dust.

Good.

COUNT DRACULA :
Fair Enough.
Absolutely Fair Enough.


Will you put me in a box?

COUNT DRACULA :
Keep your eyes on The Sun, Johnny.
It'll be the last time you see Her.

There is a box waiting for you, in case you walk, yes, 
but most people I feed off just die.

So you'll probably be fine.

Don't you see? 
An End is a blessing.

Dying gives you size.

It's The Mountaintop from which 
Your Whole Life is at last visible.

From Beginning to End.

Death completes you.