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Clips from Dracula

Short Films 1992 9 min ★ 7.5/10 (14 ratings) 1,148 clips
The year, 1462.
Constantinople had fallen.
From Transylvania arose a Romanian knight
of the Sacred Order of the Dragon
known as Dracula.
On the eve of the battle, his bride, Elizabeta,
whom he prized above all things on earth,
knew that he must face an insurmountable force
from which he might never return.
God be praised, I am victorious.
Elizabeta.
The vengeful Turks shot an arrow into the castle
carrying false news of Dracula's death.
My prince is dead.
All is lost without him.
May God unite us in heaven.
She has taken her own life.
Her soul cannot be saved.
She is damned.
It is God's law.
Is this my reward for defending God's church?
Sacrilege!
I renounce God!
I shall rise from my own death
to avenge hers with all the powers of darkness.
The blood is the life
and it shall be mine!
I've done everything that you asked, master.
All the preparations are in order. Everything.
I await your command, for I know
that when the rewards are given,
Thank you.
Gone mad. Renfield is deranged.
He's lost his greedy mind, poorchap.
I want you to take over for his foreign client,
this rather eccentric Count Dracula.
He's buying up property around London.
This is a great opportunity for you, Harker.
You'll have to leave for Transylvania immediately.
Yes, of course, sir.
Nothing. Nothing. Personal problems.
Yes, sir. I will give it my full attention.
We've waited this long, haven't we?
We can be married when I return.
Ahem. Of course.
I'll write.
Jonathan. Jonathan.
Jonathan, I love you. I love you, Mina.
just on the borders of three states:
Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina,
in the midst of the Carpathian Mountains.
My friend, welcome to the Carpathians.
I am anxiously expecting you.
Your friend, D.
Diary, 25th May.
My dear Jonathan has been gone almost a week.
I am longing to hear all the news.
It must be so nice to see strange countries.
We're early, driver. No one is here.
For the dead travel fast.
I say, is the castle far?
Welcome to my home.
Count Dracula? I am Dracula.
And I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house.
Come in.
You will, I trust, excuse me
that I do not join you.
But I have already dined,
and I never drink...
wine.
An ancestor? I see a resemblance.
The order of the Dracul.
The Dragon.
An ancient society pledging my forefathers
to defend the Church against all enemies of Christ.
That relationship was not entirely successful.
Oh, yes.
It is no laughing matter.
We Draculs have a right to be proud.
What devil or witch was ever so great as Attila
whose blood flows in these veins?
Blood...
Is too precious a thing in these times.
The warlike days are over.
I am the last of my kind.
To share its life, its changes, its death.
There. You, count, are--
Your firm writes most highly of your talents.
They say you are a man of good...
taste.
Mr. Renfield.
You may rely on me, count
Forgive my curiosity,
Is it to raise the market value?