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- Oh, it's you.

I knew it was you.

I knew I'd see you again, but how did you get in?

You can't stay.

You can't stay here.

Why, why am I drawn to you so?

I have no defense against you, Dracula.

Why?

Oh, oh no, don't.

- I'm speaking to you now

as if I have known you all your life.

And we are joined by all that is unholy and unperceived.

I want you to listen to me.

I'm speaking to you heart-to-heart and mind-to-mind.

My voice is your voice.

My heartbeat is your heartbeat.

I'm speaking to you heart-to-heart and mind-to-mind.

My voice is your voice.

What I think, what I feel, what I wish

is what you think, what you feel, and what you wish.

Have you ever had the impression you were two people?

Do you feel anything?

- No.

Why, am I supposed to?

- Well, sometimes this trick doesn't work.

Do you feel anything now?

- Oh, I, I think something's wrong.

- Well, it's too late to stop now.

- Oh god!

- Bravo, svengali.

Bravo.

- Lapses of time cannot be remembered

by the very characteristics of their nature.

We are all hypnotized by life.

This demonstration is but a small, infinitesimal part

of what goes on beneath the surface of our everyday lives.

At any given moment in our lives,

we are what we were and what we always will be.

I am an illusion.

- What happened?

What happened?

- Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

we have all been duped.

- Oh yeah?

- Are they?

- I applaud you, Wainwright.

We were in the tradition of Houdini

and blackstone before you.

- I am not a magician.

- Indeed, you are not.

You are a pretender among a coven of pretenders.

- And you are rude, sir, whoever you are.

Excuse me.

- I have been excusing you all evening, Wainwright.

You and your feeble trickery.

Mere illusion, child's play.

- You need a lesson in manners, my friend.

- We are not friends.

- Mr. Wainwright, that was fascinating,

absolutely fascinating.

- It was more than mere fascinating, my dear.

- Please, please, I need to talk to you.

- You were resisting my hypnosis.

I could feel it.

- I know, and I'm sorry.

Can't we try again?

I've got a lot on my mind.

- I'm sorry, not now.

- But it's my mother.

That's why we're here.

Please.

- I'm afraid that I am here for a purpose also.

Perhaps some other time.

- But...

- Well, what do you think now, Elliot?

You still intrigued

with our little society of the occult here?

- That man, Wainwright.

- Fascinating gentleman, don't you think?

No charlatan, I can assure you.

His new book will silence all the doubters once and for all.

This is no mere folly, Elliot.

Be certain before you join us.

- Do you think he could really help?

She's haunted by the memory of her mother even more than I.

- The wonders of the supernatural

are at your disposal, Elliot.

They always have been.

Oh, you're a skeptic.

If you could train yourself to deliver your spirit,

to submit to greater powers,

a whole world would open to you.

Don't you feel the spirit power generated here tonight?

It's all about us.

It pervades our very presence.

Now.

Look at the vigil lights.

Don't be absurd.

Your feeble gods and superstitions are useless here.

- You said you'd help.

- And I will, Stephen,

once we give Wainwright's book the proper send-off.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- You all right, dear?

- We're wasting our time, father.

No one here really cares.

- Be patient, Steph.

Hadley Radcliff is one of my best friends,

and he said he'd help. - Oh, that old fool.

All he cares about is occultism and his weird little circle

of friends. - Stephanie!

- Well, I'm sorry, father, but it's true.

What is good is the supernatural if it doesn't work for you?

I'm sorry, I just can't help it.

- I'm trying to help, Stephanie.

- My mother didn't just die,

and you know that as well as I do.

She was young and vital.

And I've got to know, father.

And I'm gonna find outwith or without your help.

I have some ideas of my own I'm going to pursue.

- My daughter, she's--

- an excitable young woman.

- Ever since her mother died.

They were very close.

Maybe if she hadn't been away out at college at the time.

Oh, excuse me, you are Dr. gregorio.

Radcliffs been telling me about you.

Stephen Elliot.

- Unlike our enterprising young author,

I deal not in illusion, nor am I a magician.

I'll leave that to Wainwright and his svengali fixation.

Your daughter's a fine young woman.

I deal in psychiatry, Mr. Elliot.

I'm in the book, anatole gregorio.

And when you have finished subjecting your daughter

to these charlatans,

you might consider providing professional help.

That is, if you care as much about her as you say you do.

She does need care.

- Ooh, I'm sorry.

Oh, how clumsy of me.

Well, it wasn't deliberate.

I feel your eyes punishing me.

- I don't punish.

- Well, I need another drink.

Would you join me?

- I don't drink.

- Very well.

Just trying to make amends.

- Perhaps another time.

- I enjoyed your book, Dr. Wainwright.

- Well, thank you very much.

- You know, you even look like svengali.

- Yes, many people have said that.

- Excuse me.

Won't you join me at the bar for a moment?

- Well, thank you very much.

It would be my pleasure. - Thank you.

- Excuse me.

- Thank you.

Goodbye.

- There's one question I've meant to ask you.

Tell me, how do I know

that you're really the second svengali?

- You saw my demonstration.

- Oh, well, yes, your,

your demonstration was very persuasive.

But, after all, those tricks could have been performed

by any competent magician.

It was mere illusion.

- I the fact that my publisher has not read my book

is highly insulting.

- But of course I haven't read your book.

If you'll forgive me for not using your stage name,

Dr. Wainwright, let me remind you that,

before you entered this business of illusions,

you were famous as a brilliant university scholar.

That's why we bought your manuscript.

- Well, one talent does not imply the other.

Many brilliant scholars are useless fools.

- So are many authors.

- But you believe in my psychic powers?

- I do not doubt your psychic powers, svengali.

It's the character of Dr. Wainwright

that raises certain difficult questions.

- The reason that svengali chose me

for his incarnation and manifestation

are clearly outlined in my book,

copies of which, thanks to you,

are appearing in any bookstore in this country.

If you'll excuse me, sir Steven.

- Just a minute, Dr. Wainwright.

If you are really the second svengali,

then you'll remember who I am.

- The blood of the rose.

Then no one's been fooled.

- Dr. Wainwright, everyone has been fooled

except me.

- What do you want?

There's no way that anybody cannot know.

But if it's obvious to you, it's obvious to everybody else.

- I'll tell you.

No one imagines that you're really svengali.

Everyone thinks it's a conventional publicity stunt.

A man writes a book about reincarnation,

of course he claims to be reincarnated himself.

Especially in the case of a character as strong as svengali.

And they all think it's a gimmick that we created

to add a little charm and glamor to a scholarly treatise.

And scholarly treatise, by the way, that's a bestseller.

The clearest proof to me that everyone has been fooled.

Enjoy the show, Dr. Wainwright.

- They do that all the time.

- Why?

- Life gave him a small brain and a big appetite.

He thinks it's the other way around.

- Who is he?

- Roland's the manager of this club.

Although, he'll take what he can get on the side.

Because he's a pimp at heart,

he thinks everybody's that way.

You know, he even takes money from poor bobo.

- Bobs'?

The magician?

What's wrong with bobo?

- Bobo can't hear, and he can't speak.

The way he expresses himself is through his magic tricks.

Don't you think that's fantastic?

- Bobo lies with his magic.

- Ladies and gentlemen, bobo the magician.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the beautiful butterfly, Noel.

- Yeah, that a girl.

- What about a man who doesn't have to lie

to get what he wants?

- I don't follow what you mean.

- Suppose that there was a man

who could make you do whatever he wanted you to.

Like a hypnotist.

Is that possible?

- No,

you'd have to be willing.

I mean, a hypnotist can't make you do

what you don't want to do.

Although,

I do believe that a certain kind of man

has power over women.

Life being what it is,

I'm certain this happens all the time.

- To be swept off her feet by the look in a man's eyes,

is that a young girl's fantasy?

- No.

That's an old man's fantasy.

I guess it's everybody's fantasy.

- I'm here.

- I want a life.

We need a pure soul.

She'll do.

- How much time do I have?

- Seven days.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Wainwright, i don't mean to intrude,

but I really have to see you.

- I see no one without an appointment,

especially at this hour.

- Please, don't ask me to leave.

There is no one else.

At least hear me.

With your knowledge of svengali and his mental powers,

and after watching you this evening,

I just know you can reunite us,

bring us together somehow, my mother and I.

I can feel it.

Can't you?

- Perhaps.

But just for a few moments.

Tell me about your mother.

- She was the picture of health, Mr. Wainwright.

She couldn't just die.

She was full of life.

- Tell me what you think happened.

- Well, there was a peaceful smile on her face

when her body was found.

But she died violently, I know that, Mr. Wainwright.

Why else would I have these terrible nightmares

about her dying.

- What do you expect from me?

- If you could reunite us in some way,

just so I could be sure my mother rests in peace.

- I have no power.

That wasn't me this evening.

- Then svengali, or whoever it is you call upon.

I'd gladly trade places with her.

- Look into my eyes.

Deep into my eyes.

Deeper.

Think of nothing but my voice.

- Yes.

- Svengali hears you, my dear.

And this time you will pay attention.

- Yes.

- Anyone so willing to trade places with the dead,

you must find a place for such selflessness.

- Yes.

- Deeper.

I want you to visualize your mother.

Everything that's happening.

Tell me exactly what you see.

- Her face.

- Tell me what you're seeing.

- Her face.

It's becoming pale,

drawn.

Chalk white.

And her blood.

- Blood.

- Blood is being drained from her.

- Go on.

- She's making noises.

Like she's in agony.

Oh, oh no, don't.

It sounds awful.

She's listless.

And now she's limp.

Lifeless.

- Someone must pay for this, Stephanie.

- Yes.

- The deeds of fiends must be paid for in kind.

You will obey only the will of svengali.

And you will not doubt his power ever again,

will you, Stephanie?

- No, svengali.

- And Stephanie will punish the enemies

of svengali, as well.

Yes.

- Blessed be the name of Satan,

king of the universe.

Blessed be the seven-horned beast.

Blessed be all his incarnations of evil.

- Stephanie.

For heaven's sakes, what are you doing?

Stephanie, darling.

Stephanie, darling.

- Damn your soul.

- Stephanie, what are you saying?

- Damn your soul. - Darling,

what are you saying?

- Damn your soul. - Stephanie.

Stephanie.

God, what's happening?

Stephanie?

Stephanie, darling.

- Effective instruments of persuasion, wouldn't you say?

They were used at loudun.

You know, to exercise the devils of loudun.

Huxley wrote a book on it.

Seems the good sisters were consumed with lust.

And richelieu, in turn,

had the local padre burned at the stake.

Similar to that one over there.

It originated during the first crusade.

- Hadley.

Hadley, this is grisly.

This is hardly the place for a meeting.

Especially since the way Stephanie's been acting.

- So you say-

sounds like your daughter

had a genuine flair for the dramatic.

No doubt something she inherited from Valerie.

- Touche, Hadley.

But neither my wife nor my daughter are a joking matter.

These last few months have been too bizarre,

ever since Valerie was buried.

- Your wife died long before that, my friend.

She was preparing for death, from what you told me.

She gave you every sign, and you ignored it,

just as you're ignoring the same signs from Stephanie.

- I'm not interested in your supernatural speculations.

My daughter's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

I saw it!

- No need to be harsh, Elliot.

I'm merely trying to help.

- I'm sorry.

We just haven't been ourselves these last few months.

Hadley.

Hadley, Stephanie seems possessed.

The memory of her mother is tormenting her beyond reason.

- Possession, you say.

Hmm.

Something we might be able to deal with.

- Hadley, let's get out of here.

- Elliot, we're in the company of sorcerers,

wizards, diviners, shamans of the highest order.

Can't you feel them?

Close your eyes, man.

They're amongst us.

- Hadley, for god's sakes--

- gods.

Damn your soul, Elliot.

I speak to you of immortality, and you speak to me of gods.

It's blasphemy.

Where's the adventure in your soul?

You see these torches?

Relics of the druids who burned them 3,500 years ago

at stonehenge.

A sect that worships the sun by day

and lit up the skies at night in homage to the pagan spirit.

Beelzebub, azazel, abbadon,

mephisto, belial, lblis,

all the messengers of his satanic majesty.

Prepare yourself for the visitation of demons, Elliot.

We must purge your doubt.

Not only yours,

but those of your bewitched daughter as well.

- What do you do?

- You really wanna know?

I'm a magician.

But that's not important.

The important thing is that you and i have lunch tomorrow.

- Hey trilby, come on, i wanna get home.

- Ok.

Ok.

Tomorrow.

No tricks.

- No tricks.

- Wow.

How did you do that?

- Tomorrow.

- Steph.

- Mother, talk to me from the rivers of eternity.

Call to me as I call to you.

Guide my soul so that i might join you.

Speak to me.

From the Springs

of the fire,

I instruct you,

leave me alone.

Tread not this path,

for it will destroy you.

Leave this

black magic.

Leave me

be.

- Oh, Stephanie.

And I just didn't know who else to turn to, doctor.

- Could be demonic possession.

But that's not really my specialty, Mr. Elliot.

And without the girl to examine.

- Well, I didn't wanna move her.

I was afraid to.

I've been trying to think this thing out all night.

I don't know whether to have her committed or what.

- It's just about light outside,

and I was just about to go to sleep.

- Time doesn't exist for me, doctor.

- You must leave, I insist.

- But doctor, you said you'd help, just the other evening.

- But at a reasonable hour.

- But, doctor, you must help me.

Money's no object.

I'll pay you anything that you like.

I'd sell my very soul.

Doctor, please.

Stephanie's the only thing I have.

She's the only thing I have left.

Only her life means something to me.

Please, I just wanna see her happy once again.

- You see that Stephanie contacts me.

- Oh, thank you, doctor.

You will help her?

I've never been an advocate of psychiatry.

I've never had a need to.

But I just didn't know where else to turn.

- I'll make no promises, understand?

Now, you must leave.

- I, I hope you don't think I've been rude.

But I've been under such strain and such stress.

Thank you, doctor.

- Thanks are premature.

Now, you must leave.

- Of course, doctor.

Thank you, thank you.

Goodnight, doctor.

- What sort of people come here?

- The rich, the very rich, and the unemployed.

- The unemployed?

- The artists.

- Svengali.

- Sir Steven.

Won't you join us?

- If I wouldn't be intruding.

- Oh, sir Steven, this is trilby.

- Oh, I remember you from the club.

Why'd you call him svengali?

- It's an old joke.

- I wrote a book on svengali, and Steven's my publisher.

- Oh, I see.

- I enjoyed your dance.

Tell me, what do you think about up there, huh?

- Gosh, I don't really think about anything.

You know, it's just a job.

- Hmm.

I'm giving a party Saturday night.

I hope you can both come.

- Wow, that would be wonderful.

It's my birthday, and i have the day off.

That is, if it's all right with you, John.

- I'm certain it's all right with svengali.

- Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Oh, none of that, don't worry.

- What do you want with her?

- I must pass on to another incarnation.

That's how it must be.

- But why her?

Why is she so special?

If you want a soul, let me get you a soul.

- Don't you realize that if you don't follow my command,

your incarnation as John Wainwright will be canceled?

- I'm sorry.

Please excuse the indiscretion.

If you want her soul, you shall have it.

- What's wrong with you, svengali?

Are you beginning to feel emotional?

Are you falling in love with this girl?

- I've been having difficulties with Dr. Wainwright.

- Difficulties?

Of what sort?

- He's trying to reemerge.

You know, if he reemerges, svengali is finished forever.

- Not just svengali.

It's my last chance, too.

The reason Wainwright is reemerging

is because we are losing psychic energy.

The only thing that can save us

is an aggressive incorporation

of a new psychic energy source.

That's why we need that girl.

- What is she?

- She is a unique and unusual soul.

We've been looking for someone like her for over 60 years.

In fact, you were reincarnated just to bring her to us.

- Oh, what an intriguing place.

I suspected as much.

I knew you were one of us, doctor.

You know, no one at Radcliffe. Seems to know how you are.

But I said, that's one interesting man.

Why, he radiates mystery and feelings of the occult,

while the rest of us merely flirt with the supernatural.

And then Radcliff said--

- Radcliff is a fool.

Can I get you glass of wine?

- Whatever you're having, doctor.

Your place really is spooky, doctor.

It's as though it were decorated by the devil.

What's in here?

Something forbidden and positively naughty, I'll bet.

- Yes, my dear.

Positively naughty.

- Why, doctor, you are wicked.

I should have known.

I've always wanted to make love in a coffin.

You sly devil.

I'll bet you knew all along.

- Yeah, I know.

But.

- Hey, do you--

- do you want some company?

- No.

No,.

- Hiya, wanna party?

- Get in the car.

Tell me, my dear, what would you do for $100

you wouldn't focus on for 20?

- Touch, touch me.

Oh please.

Like me.

No?

Yes.

Oh, I, I want.

Touch me, please.

Please.

- Is she satisfactory?

- After this initiation ceremony,

we will find some uses for her.

Where did you find her?

- What does it matter?

Is this what's going to happen to trilby?

- Are you in love with her?

You must not let your emotions interfere

with the performance of your duty.

What makes trilby so attractive to you?

- She has a beautiful soul, a rare and vital presence.

I realize that by falling in love,

I risk my entire existence.

But this is not the ordinary love of mere physical beauty.

I am enamored with the soul of a sinner.

- But we are losing power!

Don't you understand that you cannot let this happen?

Deliver trilby.

- I don't think I can last that long.

- You must.

Watch over over her,

and don't use your power unless it is absolutely necessary.

- This is destroying me.

- No!

No!

- We must have trilby.

I thought that was fully understood, Wainwright.

- This is totally unnecessary,

to, to subject trilby to such torture.

- You talk like a fool.

You and I both know our own existence is at stake.

Immortality, man.

For god's sake.

You don't understand the seriousness of this.

Without the sacrifice of trilby, we all perish.

It's taken 60 years of searching

for us to arrive at this point.

Why else do you think svengali's spirit

has been reincarnated?

Why else do you think we woo you, Wainwright?

Or is it svengali?

I never know who is in control.

Are you going to be all right?

- I'm fine, you old fool.

- Yes.

That's more like it.

Once trilby has paid our debt,

you can have anyone you like.

Stephanie would perfect.

Of course.

She needs a strong, disciplined influence.

Her father's nothing more than a wimp.

I can see gregorio's already interested.

- I see you're easily distracted.

All a part of your illness, I'm sure.

That'll soon be behind you.

You haven't said why you're here.

Because of your condition,

I expected to meet with you tomorrow

as your father arranged.

- I'm not really sure why I'm here.

- Well, it's time you went home.

I want you well-rested for our little visit tomorrow.

Besides, these people and their so-called power,

the magic is nonexistent.

- Ah, you're looking better already, my dear.

Either your father is an alarmist,

or you have found the medicine here among us, Stephanie.

Leaving so early, doctor?

The ceremonies have barely started.

Has he sold you on our intimate little enclave?

Just mysterious enough to arouse your curiosity,

I should think.

- Her imagination is what created her problem, Radcliff,

a highly active one.

I think it's time the patient took her imagination home

and put it to bed.

- Don't be absurd.

You're defeating our own purposes

I promised Elliot we would do everything we could

to exorcize whatever it is

that's tormenting this poor child.

The time is almost at hand.

Come, Stephanie, observe the altar.

- Remove your hand, please.

This woman is under my care, Radcliff.

Now.

- Don't abuse my hospitality, doctor.

You're exhausting my Patience, as you always do.

You are a guest here.

This child needs treatment

that only the purest magic can provide.

I'm the leader of these proceedings.

This enclave was organized for the patronization

of his satanic majesty, and for no other reason.

You'll have to continue your futile experiments

in psychiatry elsewhere.

This is the domain of the demon god.

No other shall celebrate in spirit,

or exercise their,

their...

- Good evening, Radcliff.

- Good evening.

- I don't know that I wanna go.

- No one asked you what you wanted.

You're still under that fool's insignificant power.

But I'm about to show you what real power is.

Everlasting power.

And why do you want to be reunited with your mother?

She may not want to meet with you.

- Oh, but she will.

- Wouldn't be so sure.

At last she's free.

She's no longer enslaved by a limited existence.

- But her death, it was so gruesome.

- Death.

I'm sure she left this particular world joyfully.

Death can be a rapturous release.

- If only that were true.

- You still doubt me.

Very well.

You may ask her for yourself.

- You are joking.

- I promised your father I would rid you of your suspicions

and bring you peace.

- Mother?

- Hello, dear.

You look pale and drawn.

You should be home resting.

- What are you doing here?

If you knew how I worried.

- I'm under the doctor's care.

You need never worry again.

Now, now.

I know how you feel.

No!

Stay where you are.

Why is she here?

- Mother, my god.

- Get her out of here!

- There's no need for jealousy, Valerie.

Not among us.

- I've been waiting for you, gregorio.

- Mother, what's happened to you?

- Get out of here.

- Mother, why are you being so cruel.

- Leave us.

Gregorio belongs to me.

- Valerie.

I hate violence.

It's so unnecessary.

I can save you from dreadful experiences like that forever.

- That's not my--

- I assure you,

it is.

- Your pain gives me pleasure.

Your terror becomes my happiness.

I delight in your misery.

- Who, who are you?

What is this place?

- Don't ask questions.

I'll tell you what you need to know.

- Let me, let me go.

- No.

When you understand what's in store for you here,

you will consider yourself extremely fortunate.

We're interested in people like you

who are extremely sensitive.

People who are passionate.

Now, you chose to be a prostitute.

- It's how I make my living.

- Well, now, you won't have to lie anymore.

We've given you the gift of a compulsion to obey.

For the first time in your life, you'll,

you'll act truthfully.

- What will become of me?

- You'll, you'll exist at your outer limits.

You're completely free to be and say,

and do anything you want.

It's in consistence with your desire

to be entirely a slave.

It's the privilege of a very few

to become a sensual object.

Kiss my feet.

Masters are rare.

Slaves,

plentiful.

- You're right, sir Steven.

I'm glad I was brought here.

I feel a lot better about the direction my life has taken.

I'm sure of myself now.

I now know where I'm going.

I feel alive.

I owe it all to you.

Your pleasure is my pain.

My misery is your happiness.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Life itself is so strong that it defies the bounds

of petty logic and mere causality.

Human life can transcend the individual

and partake of the universe

through an intense crystallization of form.

And that is how reincarnation is possible,

if the spirit is strong.

- What makes the spirit strong?

- The incorporation of other souls.

Human sacrifice.

- I've heard about such things.

But you don't mean to say that they go on today?

I mean, that's murder.

- Murder.

Well, murder is a very hard term to define.

People who are participating in a sacrifice

don't look upon it as murder, merely part of a process.

At least, that's my understanding of it.

- I really don't understand these things too well.

Besides, I've got things a lot more important

on my mind than reincarnation.

- What do you mean?

Is something wrong?

- You know, it's like this.

You meet a guy, he seems nice.

And then later you discover that deep, deep down inside,

he's a weirdo or a Frankenstein.

You have a nice time with him.

He buys you dinner.

He takes you home.

Then he expects you to treat him

like your husband or your lover.

And when you don't,

he starts to grow fangs, like Dracula,

or looking at you like, like svengali.

What do you want with me anyway?

- I need your soul.

- I've gotta go.

Time for work.

- Keys.

Where's my keys?

Leave me alone.

No.

- What are you wearing?

- Do you like it?

- You're a very beautiful woman.

- You're a beautiful man.

- Roses are my favorite flower.

- I kind of thought they might be.

- You're going to have to leave.

Trilby, you have to leave right now.

Jeremy, could you come in here immediately?

Please, don't ask me why.

Just, you have to leave.

Now.

Jeremy!

I'll get in touch with you tomorrow or at the club.

Wait for my phone call.

- Why? - Jeremy, could you please

escort this young lady home now, immediately.

Thank you very much.

Goodnight, trilby.

Goodnight, trilby.

- Geez, huh, like that.

- Deja vu or lapses of memory followed by headaches

are sometimes indications of possession

by reincarnated spirits.

Superconscious knowledge

can overpower the spirit of the beast.

To exorcize, become conscious of the spirit's weakness.

Notice the attraction you body has

for things which your mind does not.

It means that an alien soul is using your body.

It means that an alien soul is using your body.

To reverse the process, to gain control of the alien soul,

use the weaknesses and desires of the alien.

The soul.

Deja vu or lapses of memory followed by headaches

are sometimes indications of possession

by reincarnated spirits.

Superconscious knowledge

can overpower the spirit of the beast.

To exorcize, become conscious of the spirit's weakness.

To reverse the process,

and to gain control of the alien soul,

use the weaknesses and desires of the alien soul.

I've exorcized him.

It worked.

It worked.

- Put that away.

You can't kill me.

You'd only be killing yourself.

Don't be a fool.

- What do you want with trilby, svengali?

- Trilby is a goddess.

An eternal energy source.

She's a link between this life and the next.

- It's incredible.

- I'm sorry for you, Dr. Wainwright.

But she must die

in order that we live.

- Who's, who's we?

- We are the society of the bleeding rose.

Or as you innocent fools call us,

the evil ones.

But you don't understand that's evil for one

is good for another.

- I won't let you get away with this, svengali.

I know too much.

- Your rational powers are nothing

compared to ours, Dr. Wainwright.

We've had the knowledge of centuries and centuries

before your so-called rational thought

was ever invented.

- I'm free of you now, svengali.

- Not for long.

- What do you mean you're responsible for Roland's death?

You hypnotized him?

Really, John, that sounds incredible.

You?

- Look, trilby, I don't have much time.

Very soon it's going to be dangerous for you to be with me.

This is going to sound strange.

But

I'm gonna try to kill you.

- John, you must be freaking out.

Have you been dropping something?

- I've learned to detach myself from nature,

but this is a very vulnerable state.

And during one of these states,

I was possessed by an incarnation of svengali,

a real svengali, a satanic incarnation.

And

they need your psychic power.

Svengali's been sent to get you.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- As soon as svengali takes possession of my again,

he's going to control you.

There is nothing you can do about it.

Trilby, please, just get away.

Immediately.

Please.

- But how--

- I can feel him trying to get me again.

I've got to get out of here.

Now, look, trilby, if you ever see me again,

don't look into my eyes.

- John?

- Right here, at the off Broadway.

Naked, naked.

Topless females are back on-stage.

- No need to be nervous with me along, Stephanie.

- Why is she here?

Oh, don't.

- What are you thinking about?

- My mother.

She's always on my mind.

- Tonight will be a revelation for you.

I'll help you acheive a new level of thought.

- Just exactly what is this mysterious rite

you're taking me to at Radcliffs house?

- A sacrificial black mass.

- Black mass?

- Yes, those fools who believe

in the so-called powers of Satan summon up their strength

in what they think is their time of need.

- Is that what Radcliffs study of the occult

has led him to?

- Exactly.

Radcliff, sir Steven,

and your friend who thinks he's svengali

has deluded themselves into thinking

that their devil worship can bring them eternal life.

They're headed in the wrong direction.

Radcliff is really the one who controls their weak minds.

Each one of them a power within himself to extend his life

or to bring about his own destruction.

- But you said it was a sacrificial mass.

- It is.

Tonight you will bear witness to the death by sacrifice

of a young woman named trilby.

- A human sacrifice?

- Yes.

And there's nothing you or anyone else can do to stop it.

- You got me into this, you save me.

Because I don't wanna die.

Not like this.

- It's too late.

- What's he doing?

- Let's get on with it.

It's almost time.

- Wait until the stroke of midnight.

- It's too late.

She is dead, you fools.

There is an enemy among us

within this unholy circle.

Her neck is punctured.

The work of a vampire.

We are doomed.

You betrayed us!

We shared our magic with you, and now we must perish.

- We shared nothing.

Cheap theatrics.

I have the knowledge, the wisdom,

and the experience of centuries at my command.

- You destroyed her.

Her sacrifice meant our eternal life!

- She was never yours, magician.

She was always mine for the taking, as are all of you.

- You are no match for svengali.

Bloodless creature.

You will perish under my...

- You didn't really expect your feeble rituals

to be any match for me.

- You

will perish

with us.

- They're dead, each and every one of them.

- But how did it happen?

- Through the power of the mind.

Just as Wainwright was convinced he was possessed

by the spirit of svengali,

they all believed their time was running out.

Even without trilby, they were doomed.

Their subconscious minds willed it.

Your getting involved with them

almost proved a fatal mistake.

- But it was only because of my mother.

That's why I went to Wainwright.

I thought he could help.

My mother and I were very close,

and it's been difficult living without her.

- I know that.

And you know that I'm the only one

that can show you the way,

just as I was able to show you that your mother still lives.

- And so what can you do for me?

- Reunite you with your mother

in a new and eternal form of life.

- To be the way she is?

- Yes.

- A lost soul with the life drained out of it.

No.

I'd rather give up my own life to see my mother at peace.

But the only way I can do that

is to destroy the creature who made her the way she is.

You, gregorio.