All language subtitles for in terrible danger-1976

A vampire, in ancient belief,
was a malignant spirit

who, when the Earth lost its sunlight,

rose nightly from its dark grave

to suck blood from the throats
of the living.

Its powers were many.

It could see in the dark,

which was no small ability

in a world half-veiled from light.

Its hypnotic skills
baffled the domain of science.

It was of a cunning more than mortal

for its cunning was the growth of ages.

Since it could not die
by the mere passing of time,

it had to have been by a wooden stake

driven deep into its heart,

or exposure to the rays of the sun,

which would instantly decompose its body

into a miasma of putrid decay.

The believers of this superstition

referred to vampires as the living dead.

I seem to be making use of the past tense.

Perhaps the present would be more precise.

For it stands to reason
that if one is superstitious,

even on a small,
seemingly insignificant level,

one must be vulnerable
to all superstitions.

Conceivably, even those of vampires.

Our hands are joined.

Hopefully, we will now
be able to act as one body, one soul.

Generating, through touching flesh,
the power to accomplish the task

upon which we are all agreed.

It has not been mere chance

that has brought us here
together this evening.

For there are unknown elements
surrounding our beings

that would stagger
a child's vast dreamworld.

Elements that, perhaps once known,

might horrify even the scientist's
endless imagination.

But my purpose is to assist you
in keeping an open mind.

To clear away the dark mist of falsity

so that you can more easily
accept an unshrouded truth.

A total truth, that has since the beginning
of time, agonizingly cried out,

"Everything, every conceivable imagining,
is possible."

When you believe this fact,
you then help me bring to this table

the living spirit of our dear Donna's
deceased mother.

For those of you who doubt, relax.

Accept and try not to question.

Relax completely, permitting the total
resources of the mind and spirit

to open with unguarded trust.

Relax.

- Come on, Paul, knock it off.
- That's terrible.

Okay, I'm sorry.

That's terrible, Paul.

Be serious, will you?

Okay, all right, no more fooling around.

Please, close your eyes.

Spirit!

Spirit, we humble our mortal selves.

We fear, yet trust your use
of the powers at your command.

Trust us, as we do you.

Heed our voices as we ask
comfort for your daughter.

A comfort only you can bring at this time.

If you are there, let it be known.

Give us knowledge of your presence.

Allow the warmth of your living spirit
to engulf us.

Are you there? Show us.

Permit us to experience an intimacy
only few dare to consider.

Show us!

Oh, no.

Count, I'm so sorry.

Oh, Donna!

I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me.

- Don't worry about it.
- What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry.

Donna, do you care to continue?

Yes, I do.

Come on, everybody,
please try to take this seriously.

It doesn't make any sense,
it's getting farcical.

With all due respects to you, Count Yorga,
I can't keep a straight face.

Well, Michael, try,
it's important to Donna.

I must have everyone's willingness.

Well, I'm willing to try, but I have
a friend here who keeps breaking me up.

What do you mean me?
You're the one that's fooling around.

Oh, please.

Oh, I'm the heavy now, is that it?

Okay, Count, all right, I'll try.

- Well, I love it.
- Me, too.

So do I.

Then please,

for Donna's sake and with your permission,
let us all try again.

Thank you.

Place your hands together.

Now, close your eyes
and attempt an inner sensation of space.

A space filled with the living spirit
of Donna's mother,

who waits only
for the security of our trust.

She asks only that we
believe in her existence.

For to believe is the answer.

To believe sets us apart from all.

Do you all believe?

Do you believe?

I believe.

Do you all believe?

I believe.

Then concentrate.

Concentrate more deeply than
you ever thought possible.

Concentrate.

Spirit, we know you are there.

We know somewhere in the massive energies

encircling our lives,
the soft wind of your being is near.

Near enough to brush against our bodies,
sweetly caressing our memories.

We are waiting.

Give our lives meaning.

Enrich our existence by helping us to grasp
some semblance of your eternal spirit.

Help us to know you are near.

Are you here?

Are you here in this room?

Jesus.

Contact has obviously been made.

Please continue concentrating.

Relax and concentrate.

Donna?

Mother.

Mother, I miss you.

I miss you terribly.

If you're here, please stay.

Please let me know you'll never leave me.

Donna.

Quiet.

I need you. Please.

Please.

I don't like being alone.

- Tell her.
- I miss you.

Tell your mourning daughter
you are with her.

That you will be with her for always.

- I want to see you.
- You can't desert your child.

I want to see you.

- If you care.
- Mother!

- If you still love, show yourself!
- That's enough.

I said, that's enough!

Your daughter demands it.

Mother, please.

I demand it.

Peter, get the lights.

Right.

No!

- Is she going to be all right?
- Get the goddamn lights!

No!

Find the fuse box!

You're all right now.

There's nothing to be frightened of.

Shouldn't we call a doctor?

Yes!

Please, I can help her.

You keep away from her.
The doctor will take care of it.

There won't be any doctor.
The phone is dead.

Do you really know what you're doing?

Yes.

If you cause her any more...

Michael! Excuse us.

Will she be all right?

Yes.

Please, may I have a candle?

Donna, this is Count Yorga.

I want you to relax.

There is nothing to be upset about.

You are safe from everything.

Listen to the sound of my voice
as you concentrate on this flame.

Keep your eyes on the flame.

Watch it as it flows seeping
into darkness.

As you watch, you are beginning to feel
a deep sense of soft comfort.

You are now at peace.

There is nothing to fear. Nothing.

You are safe, safe as long as
you listen to all that I say.

You will forget everything you saw
during the séance.

It will be wiped from your memory forever.

You will do everything I say

whenever and from wherever I say it.

You will do everything I say

whenever and from wherever I say it.

When my two hands touch your forehead,
you will awaken,

free of mind and completely relaxed,

having forgotten the total
experience of this séance.

What took you so long?
Where's the fuse box?

I don't know, I never found it.

What are you all staring at me for?

I tell you, you sure got shaken
for a while there.

- Yes, sir.
- Why? What happened?

- You mean you really don't remember?
- No.

Erica, get her some brandy.

Oh, so here you are.

That was an absolutely
smashing job, Count.

Thank you.

Would you care for some brandy?

No, no thank you.

You know, you're really not
a very good dinner guest.

You haven't touched a parcel of food,

and you haven't had
anything to drink all night.

Well, it's not very attractive to complain
of a troubled stomach, but I'm afraid I must.

Perhaps I'll have a little snack later on.

- Erica?
- Right, right. I'm going.

My friend, tell me what happened.

Try not to think of it now,
I'll call you tomorrow and explain.

And thank you for a lovely party.

Oh, are you leaving?

Yes, I'm afraid I must.

Ah, well, maybe you can come by
for breakfast tomorrow.

We could talk then.

I wish I could,
but I'm afraid it's impossible.

I believe I brought a cape.

I'll get it for you.

- Join the crowd.
- Perhaps some other time.

- Oh, you're not leaving?
- Yes.

Do you have a ride?

This is very kind of you.

I hope you don't mind
this sort of transportation.

No, no, not at all.

I'm glad.

Well, I was scared.

Won't anyone tell me what happened?

First, you get a good night's rest.

I feel fine.

Uh, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

I'll tell you all about it then, okay?

Ow!

Have you two set a date?

February 17.

That's only four weeks away.
Congratulations.

Yeah.

Who is that Count anyway?

He is something, he is.

Donna?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You all right?

- I'm fine.
- You're sure?

Yes. Can't I daydream?

Honey, who is Count Yorga?

He was my mother's boyfriend.

How come I never met him before?

'Cause she only knew him
for three weeks before she died.

Excuse me.

Wait a minute. Of course you met him.

Last week, at my mother's funeral.

I don't remember seeing him there.
Do you, Peter?

No, and how do you forget
a character like that?

You must have.

You know, you're right.

He wasn't there.
I don't remember seeing him either.

How come?

Was he a good friend?

They were lovers.

In fact, he was the one
who talked me out of cremation.

Cremation?

- You were going to cremate your mother?
- Yes.

The Count was so emotionally involved,

that I did what he asked
and gave her a regular burial.

That's odd.

Why wasn't he there?

Do not be alarmed.

Good evening, Brudah.

Good evening.

You may drive on now.

Is that your wife?

No.

Oh.

Would you care to come in for a drink?

- Yes.
- No.

Please. We have lots of time, we can talk.

Oh, please, Paul.
This house is super, I'd love to see it.

I said, no, not tonight.

- Perhaps some other time.
- Right.

Then good night and thank you
for the ride.

Good night.

Delighted to have met you.

It was my pleasure.

Drive carefully.

The old hill road to the gate is narrow
and can be treacherous.

Are we stuck?

I'd say that, yes.

- Can we get out?
- I don't know that yet.

Paul?

Why didn't you accept
the Counts offer for a drink?

You know, it might have been fun.

You're kidding?

Erica, my love, I adore you.

One of these days,
I may even let you marry me.

But at this particular moment,
we're stuck in a mire of mud,

and I'd like to get the hell out of it,

so please spare me the questions
pertaining to social handicaps.

I do have one suggestion for you, however.

You might get your fat ass out of the car
and see if you can't be of some help.

It is not a fat ass!

Is, too. It's huge.

It is not!

Paul, don't you ever do that to me again.

Aw.

No, it's not funny.

I love you.

I don't love you, you're mean.

Okay, your ass isn't huge.

You're damn right it's not.

Did you hear that?

Paul?

Did you hear those wolves?

They're not wolves.

They are, too.

All right, they're wolves.

Erica, start it up
and ease it forward a little.

And don't race it!

Paul, let's go back to the Counts
and ask if we can stay the night.

Erica, will you please do what I ask?

Hold it! Hold it!

I don't like it here.

Erica?

Yeah?

Honey, it didn't rain
here tonight, did it?

No, there was a lot of thunder
and stuff like that,

but no rain. Why?

This is a narrow road, right?

Yeah.

When we drove over this road
a few minutes ago with the Count,

and I didn't see any water or mud.

On a road this narrow,
we couldn't have missed it.

So?

So, look at the rest of the road.

Not a sign of water anywhere,
just this one spot.

One huge, muddy spot.

A bicycle couldn't have
missed this mud, yet we did.

Just a few minutes ago,

if it was here just a few minutes ago.

Now I'm scared. I was fine
until you opened your big mouth.

I'm sorry, baby, but it is curious.

Well, come on, we'll go on and spend
the rest of the night with the Count.

Oh!

Screw you, love. I'm not leaving this car.

Then I'd like to strongly suggest

we take immediate advantage
of this ghoulish situation.

What's the matter, Paul?

Paul, what's wrong?

I don't... Look outside
and see if you see anything.

Nothing. I didn't see anything.

Are we all right, Paul?

Yeah, we're fine, honey.

Come on, let's try and get some sleep now.

You're kidding?

Try, will you. Hmm?

Erica doesn't remember
anything about last night?

Not a thing.

Then she must be in shock.

I don't know, she called me
a little while ago and said she felt dizzy,

and was going to see Dr. Hayes.

So, I guess we'll find out something.

Tell me about the mud again.

There's no more to tell.

When we woke up this morning, it was gone.

It was as though there never was any mud.

Maybe the sun dried it up.

No. Impossible. There was much too much.

Neither of you saw who did it?

No. He rocked my head so fast
I thought it was going to break off.

And Erica just doesn't remember.

It sounds to me like
it'd be the big guy at the gate.

Who knows? It could've been him,
it could've been the Count.

All I know is his grip
was like a steel vise.

One interesting thing, though...

When we went back to the mansion this
morning to ask Brudah to open the gate,

he said the Count had left for the day.

So?

So, we were stuck
in the middle of his driveway.

How did he get out? Fly over us?

Maybe he doesn't have a car.

You had to drive him home last night.

All right, fine, but he still had to
pass my car to leave this morning.

Why wouldn't he have awakened us,
offered help?

He could have a rear exit to the house.

I don't know, Mike.
So help me, I just don't know.

You've lost an unusual amount of blood.

That's obviously the reason
for your dizziness.

When you get home,
I want you to stuff yourself with steaks.

Steaks.

And I want you to eat them
as rare as possible.

That goes for the next few days.

- Yes.
- What?

I said yes.

You been getting enough sleep?

- Yes.
- You don't look it. Better get some more.

You know, we came close
to giving you a transfusion.

There doesn't seem to be
any internal hemorrhaging,

so, it must be those puncture marks
on your throat.

I wish you could remember
where you got them.

A bad joke would be that your boyfriend
was a bit overzealous in his passion.

Let me see them again.

Absolutely fascinating.
Never seen anything like it.

Are you sure you didn't
fall against anything?

I don't know.

No, of course you don't.

Otherwise you would have told me.

Well, regardless, that shot I gave you
will take care of any potential infection.

Docteur.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Babette?

Uh, I told you
it's not necessary to curtsy.

Merci, le Docteur.

Merci.

Uh, she doesn't speak English very well.

She's very efficient.

Let's see what the report has to say.

Now, Dr. Schteingart
wants to run some further tests.

It seems he's found some
unfamiliar sediments in your blood system.

Now, it's not leukemia or anything
like that, so don't worry.

Look, you go on home and get some sleep.

And most of all, don't worry.

And don't forget to eat those steaks.

How's Donna?

She's beat. I wanted to see her today,

but she begged off.

She just wanted to sleep.

Did she remember the seance last night?

She still doesn't remember what she saw.

You know what's weird?

I don't know that much about it,

but have you ever seen
a hysterical person being hypnotized?

I thought the same thing.

As far as I know, they're supposed to be

conditioned, relaxed
and, most of all, willing.

Right, yet, this Count Yorga,
or whatever the hell his name is,

was able to do it
with Donna screaming her head off,

and she did everything
he suggested to her.

He told her to calm down, she calmed down,

he told her to forget everything,
she forgot everything.

- You know what I'm thinking?
- Yeah.

The two girls have something in common.

Hysteria, loss of memory
and maybe the Count.

She says she's fine, but still sleepy.

You can't get mad at that.

Erica?

Erica, is that you? Are you there?

What's the matter?

Erica, are you all right?

Erica, please, if you're there answer me.

- Come on.
- What's wrong?

All I know is I want
to get over there, fast.

Erica!

Michael, get Dr. Hayes
over here right away.

Right.

Don't come near me.

I said, don't come near me!

This is Mike Thompson. Yes.

You've got to get over to
Erica Landers' immediately.

No, I can't explain. It's an emergency.
Please hurry.

- Okay.
- Erica.

Paul.

Paul.

No.

No, don't...

No.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Paul...

Oh.

She's lost much too much blood.

We're incredible lucky
your blood factors were compatible.

Please don't hate me, Paul.

Oh, God, I'm so ashamed.

Please don't hate me.

Nobody hates you, baby.

- Jim, can't you knock her out completely?
- No.

Not until the transfusion is over.

Besides, I want to hear
what she might have to say.

- Here's a washcloth.
- Put it on her forehead.

Paul.

Paul, I love you.

I love you.

No.

No! Oh, don't let it happen.

My God, I don't want it to happen.

Please, I'm so afraid.

Of what, Erica? What are you afraid of?

I...

I can't remember.

I want to, but I... I just can't remember.

Does it have anything to do
with the marks on your throat?

Oh, no. Oh, oh.

Erica, does it have anything to do
with those marks on your throat?

Let me die.
Oh, please, God, just let me die.

Let her alone, please.

Well, she looks a lot better.

Take it easy, that's your third drink.
You gave a lot of blood today.

Yeah, I know, but I feel like a drink.

What was the purpose
of making Erica vomit?

How'd you like to wake up knowing
you had parts of a cat inside your stomach?

Cheers.

Yeah.

I wish you guys knew more
about this... Count Yorga.

Donna says he's from Bulgaria.

- Bulgaria?
- Yes.

Well, it fits.

I'm gonna tell you two guys something.
I want you to keep it to yourselves.

Don't tell the girls.

A colleague of mine, Dr. Schteingart,
ran a blood test on Erica this afternoon.

Now, he admits that his findings
are pure conjecture,

but what I told him
about the marks on her throat,

it made him feel all the more certain.

Of what?

Oh, I wish he was here with us,
but he left for Europe for two months.

Jim, what are you trying to say?

Well, he feels that Erica was bitten...

By a vampire.

A vampire?

You mean a...

Well, he... he told me
not to discount the possibilities.

Oh, come on, Jim.

On what grounds?

Well, I don't know. Instinct, theory,
what dictates to most great minds?

Well, I mean, the guy's obviously a nut.

Yeah, well, this nut happens to be one
of the top blood specialists in the world.

I'm not about to disregard his opinion.

Well, fine, marvelous,

but, I mean, I think he's asking you
to swallow quite a bit, don't you?

I'm not arguing with you,

but can you prove
that vampires don't exist?

Can you say unequivocally,
that all those stories we read as children

were merely superstitious horror tales
and not fact?

Oh, Dr. Hayes.

Don't "doctor" me. It's never been proven.

Yes, but...

Michael, it has never been proven!

Cheers.

Now, what you're saying
is that Count Yorga

is responsible for Erica's condition,
and he's a vampire?

No, I'm saying it's possible.

Well, I refuse to believe it.
I can't accept that vampires exist today.

Today! Then you concede
they could have at one time?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying I'll never accept
that they ever existed, except in fiction.

Well, all right, let's call the police in
and have them investigate.

They'd laugh at you.
Besides, it's premature.

We have to find out a lot more
before we can draw any conclusions.

Schteingart dug up some antiquated
volumes on the folklore of vampires.

I'll read them and see
what I can find out.

Then, I think I'd like to meet
this Count Yorga.

You're not really convinced, are you?

Michael, of course not.
Nothing's been proven so far,

so, how can I speak with any conviction?

I'll tell you one thing,
I'm willing to be convinced.

If there's this much threat of danger,
I am willing.

Don't shut yourself off, Mike.

- Thanks for the drinks, Paul.
- Thank you, Jim.

Listen, I gave her enough to keep her
sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night,

but I think you should stay here.

Keep awake. And if anything happens,
anything at all, you call me.

Listen, Jim, if there is anything
to this vampire business,

what happens to people who get bitten?

We'll talk about that in the morning.

Erica, my darling,

I've come to offer you eternal love.

To keep you with me forever.

Outlasting centuries.

Magnificence beyond existence.

This, I now give to you.

He said he looked all over for her
but couldn't find her anywhere.

So he's on his way to the Count's mansion.

Yes, alone.

Oh, that idiot.

If that Count is what I think he is,
Paul is as good as dead.

Look, how soon can you get over here?

It's 3:30 now.

All right, listen to this.
1313 Garden Avenue.

You know where that is?

All right. And bring Donna with you.

Because, my friend, she's safer with us
than she is being left alone.

Well, shouldn't we call the police?

I told you, calling the police is useless.

Okay, see you there as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, Cleo, my love. I gotta go.

That doesn't sound
like a house call to me.

Hmm.

Well, it doesn't sound
like a house call... To me.

Well, my dear, it is,
and then again it isn't.

Well then, what's the rush?

Cleo, my love,
you are an intelligent girl.

Do you agree?

Yeah.

All right, let's say
that you were the police.

Uh-huh.

I call up and I said that there was
a vampire loose in this city.

- Would you believe me?
- Sure.

Yeah, you would.

Sure, you want to know why?

No.

Because I read in yesterday's paper

where they found a little tiny baby
dead in the swamps.

All drained of blood and white as a ghost.

- What?
- Yeah!

Isn't it awful?

It said the baby's neck was all chewed up.

And if ever the police
believed in vampires...

Ooh.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing. You better go home.

Will you be long?

Yes. Operator, give me the police.

Sergeant? This is Dr. James Hayes.

I think I know who killed that baby
who was found in the swamps,

the one that was drained of blood.

I have... Hayes! H-A-Y-E-S!

I've excellent reason to believe
that there is a vampire loose...

Sergeant I...

But I think I can prove it.

Sergeant!

What did he say?

I am the 47th nut

who has reported a vampire
in the last 14 hours

and I should be ashamed of myself for
having such a sick, morbid sense of humor.

Oh.

Yorga!

Brudah,

you can expect more guests.

All right, let me do most of the talking.

Michael, if either one of us gets a chance
to go look for Paul and Erica, do it.

Just remember, the important thing is,
no matter how we have to do it,

what excuses we have to make,

the important thing is to keep him up
and awake until the sun rises.

Donna.

What a charming surprise.

- How are you? How do you feel?
- Fine, thank you.

You remember Michael?

Of course. Michael.

And this is Dr. James Hayes.

Count Yorga.

How do you do?

It's a pleasure, Doctor.

May we come in?

Of course, forgive me.

It's such a surprise seeing someone
at your door at this late hour. Please.

Doctor?

Thank you.

Doctor.

We were afraid
you might have been sleeping.

No, no, not at all.

- What keeps you up so late?
- What keeps you up so late?

But first, please, sit down.

Now, if you're comfortable,
what can I do for you?

Certainly a visit at this late hour indicates
something more than a social call.

Count Yorga, did Paul and Erica
drop by here this evening?

Paul and Erica?

They were at the séance last night.

Yes, yes the charming couple
who drove me home. No.

Why? Did they say they were coming?

Uh, Paul said he might drop by.

It seems that Erica's
disappeared and, uh...

He thought she might come here.

But why would she come by here?

Well, it seems that she
was quite taken with you.

That's very flattering.
No, I'm afraid I've seen neither one of them.

I do hope you find them.

I'm sure we will.

They're probably together right now
and making fools out of all of us

for being so concerned.

If I may ask, Doctor,
what have you to do with all of this?

Jim's been a friend of ours for years.

Yes?

Good. What field of medicine
do you practice, Doctor?

Well, actually, I don't have
a practice as such. I...

I'm in research. I'm a blood specialist.

Are you?

That must be fascinating work.

Yes. Yes, it is.

It's a very beautiful home you have here.

Thank you.

Could we have a look around?

Of course, but some other time.
It's much too late.

One could probably get lost.
How many rooms do you have?

I must confess,
I haven't the slightest idea.

I've only been here a short while.

Oh? From where?

A small village in Bulgaria.

Well, your English is excellent.

Yes, isn't it?

They told me you conducted
a very impressive séance last night.

Thank you. Yes.

Are you a student of the mystic arts?

Excuse me.

Washroom. I'd like to splash
some water on my face.

But you don't know the way.

I'm sure I can find it.

Brudah will show you.

Please, don't bother.
Just tell me where it is.

It's no bother.

Brudah.

Now, where were we?

You said you were involved
in the mystic arts.

Did I?

I recall your having asked,
I don't remember having answered.

But you're quite right, of course. I am.

You would find it very interesting.

Yes, I'm sure I would.

Now, have your studies been extensive,
or is this just a hobby?

A true hobby, Dr. Hayes,
is probably the most intense study of all.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

What about all these Voodoo rituals
and things like that?

Forgive me,
but the question is rather vague.

If you mean, do I believe? Yes.

Excuse me, Doctor,
could you tell me the time?

Yes, it's 4:30.
The sun should be rising soon.

Yes.

Do you mind if I take a look at the view?

Please.

Excuse me.

Donna, why so quiet?

Just thinking.

They must be very sad thoughts.

You're much too tense.

Relax.

That's better.

Simply relax.

You mustn't think about your friends.

I'm sure they're fine.

When I call, you will come.

View's lovely.

Yes, isn't it? Ah, Michael,
you're with us again.

Gentlemen, it's very late.

Your Donna is tired, and I must confess
my age has the better of me.

Could we have just one more drink
before we go?

The brandy is excellent.

Of course.

Thank you.

Michael, what time is it?

4:35.

Count Yorga, what about werewolves?

Do you think they existed?
I mean, in the literal sense.

In your part of the world, that is
a difficult question to answer truthfully.

Then what you're saying is,
you do believe in werewolves.

Yes.

Brandy?

No. No, thank you.

Do you drink at all?

No.

Well, do you believe they existed
at some time or that they still exist?

They exist, now.

Have you ever seen one?

Yes.

Really?

Yes. Gentlemen, it's very late.

I don't wish to be rude,
but I must retire.

If you are genuinely
interested in the occult,

I shall be most happy
to answer any of your questions

here in my house tomorrow evening.

Please forgive me my awkwardness.
I don't mean to be,

but I'm still clumsy at entertaining guests
in the style of your country.

Damn it! It's such an exciting subject.

Could we possibly stay just,
just a bit longer?

Gentlemen, you are forcing me
to be distasteful.

Yes, you're right.
We are being inconsiderate.

Please accept our apologies.

Brudah will show you out. Good night.

Do you, uh...

Do you believe in vampires?

Yes.

That's interesting.

Vampires have always fascinated me.

They should. Their intelligence
is far superior to humans.

Are you saying that a vampire isn't human?

They live forever. Humans cannot.

I'm going to leave you now.

Is it true that vampires must be in their
resting places before the sun rises?

That if the rays of the sun hit them,
they will disintegrate?

I shall save the answer for that question
until the next time we meet.

And you may be very comfortable
in knowing, Dr. Hayes,

we shall most definitely meet again.

Brudah.

Michael?

How would you feel about driving
a wooden stake through somebody's heart?

Marvelous.

That's good.

Because I think you and I
are going to have to kill Count Yorga.

What?

That's right.

You gotta be joking.

Uh-uh, I mean it.

- Listen to me.
- No! You gotta listen to me for a change.

First, you ask me to believe in vampires,

which is incredible
on your part to begin with.

Then, you tell me Count Yorga's a vampire.

No valid proof or anything,
just your theory.

And now you're saying
we're gonna have to kill him?

That's right.

You've gotta be out of your mind!

Right. Right, suppose we do kill him.

How do we convince anybody
we were justified in doing it?

"Excuse me, Judge. You see, it's all right,
he was a villainous vampire."

There won't be any proof.

You're out of your mind!

- His body will turn to ashes.
- Oh!

Michael, we're not gonna do anything
unless we can convince ourselves,

absolutely convince ourselves,
that he is a vampire.

Doctor, vampires were born out of,
and belong to, folklore and fiction.

All right, number one.

What about Paul and Erica? Where are they?

Now Erica we don't know about,

but Paul, you know damn well, went over
to the Count's mansion last night,

you haven't heard from him since.

Number two.
What did Donna's mother die of?

Pernicious anemia.

Pernicious anemia!

What you don't know is Erica was well
on her way to having pernicious anemia.

Number three. Do you know
how vampires continue to exist?

The only way they can exist?

By sucking the blood from the living.

What about those marks on Erica's throat?

Her need for blood? Her need for blood!

I have a feeling
we can't waste any more time.

I say we should try to stop him now,

even if it means driving
a wooden stake through his heart.

Wow.

Yeah.

Michael, I sincerely hope I'm wrong,

but I'm positive I'm not.

When do we start?

A little later this afternoon,
before sunset.

Well, I'd better get going.
Get some sleep, set the alarm.

Meet me in my office
at about 2:00 this afternoon.

I should know what we need by then.

We'll still have about three or four hours
before the sun goes down,

before he can get out of his coffin.

- Shouldn't you get some sleep?
- No, my adrenalin is going pretty good.

Jim?

Thank you.

Michael, I think you should know
that if I'm right

we'll be putting our heads on the block.

Vampires supposedly have the wisdom
of centuries on their sides.

They don't live that long by being fools.

So, it's a bit possible he might get us.

That's cheery.

Another interesting point...

It's conceivable that Paul and Erica
might have turned into vampires.

If that's true
we'll have to kill them, too.

Don't forget to set the alarm.

Uh, Sergeant, this is Dr. James Hayes.

H-A-Y-E-S.

Now please listen to me
before you hang up.

I would like to try to convince you,
very seriously convince you,

that a vampire, in fact,
does exist in this city.

Now I'm the 58th nut to report a vampire.

Did it ever occur to you
that we may be right, you dumb ass?

Donna.

Donna.

It is time.

The time has come for us to be one,

eternally together.

Come. Come, my love.

Come.

Donna.

Donna.

Hello?

Donna's gone.

Oh, my God, it's 4:30.
Why the hell didn't you call me?

The alarm didn't go off.

I'll be right over.

Ridiculous, right?

The age of atomic weapons
and we have to use sticks.

See if you can find a cross or a crucifix.

What for?

According to the book, vampires
are supposed to be afraid of crosses.

What they represent,
good and evil, etcetera.

They'll be our only protection
if he is a vampire.

Michael!

I couldn't find a crucifix, but I got
some cord and I'll make them on the way.

- Is that a broom handle?
- Yeah.

Why not?

You think we're wise,
leaving the car so far from the house?

Suppose we have to make a run for it?

Well, if we have to leave
this place on the run, we lose.

- Think we're in time?
- No.

The sun is down.

If the book is right,
our Count charming is up and around.

Look, the first thing we do is try to
find Donna and make sure she's safe.

Then, I guess we try to find the Count.

If we can prove to ourselves
that he is what I think he is,

enjoy yourself.

Will these crosses work?

Unfortunately, we'll soon find out.

Good luck.

You, too.

You scared?

Yes.

So am I.

Go.

The girl. Upstairs.

Forgive me.

Please.

We have visitors.

We cannot afford their knowledge.

Dr. Hayes.

What an unexpected surprise.

Yes, so much so that I almost
had a massive coronary.

Would you care to come in?

As a matter of fact, I was...

Just thinking of that very thing.

Please.

Very nice seeing you again.

Thank you.

Are you still interested in continuing
last evening's conversation?

Yes, I... I'd like that very much.

On what subject did we end?

Vampires.

Vampires.

Yes.

May I?

Now where shall we begin?

I believe I told you
last night, did I not,

that vampires have minds
far superior to those of mortals?

Yes, you did.

It is due, of course,
to their unique power to outlast centuries.

Time to gather and absorb wisdom

from some of the most potent
minds that have ever lived.

What would you say was
their greatest strength?

Their ability to rule that
which they choose to rule.

Their ability to make a fool
out of any man.

I guess there's no reason
to continue this, is there?

I quite agree.

Would you care now to see
that which you hope not to see?

Erica.

Do you find it interesting, Doctor?

Where's Donna and Paul?

Donna is upstairs. Paul is dead.

You shall never see either of them again.

You enjoyed your little joke
last night, Doctor.

But as you can see, tonight is mine.

It's incredible. You really are a...

Vampire? Yes.

You really are naive.

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

- Michael!
- Michael!

Michael!

Paul.

My God, Paul!

Oh, my God!

You've been wanting to see your mother.

Now you may.

Hello, my darling.

Dirty bastard!

Donna...

Upstairs.

Erica?

Get away from her.

So, Michael, you were very lucky.

I said, get away from her.

Donna, are you all right?

Yes.

Come over here and get behind me.

Don't be afraid.

- Hold it!
- Michael! You'll never win.

Donna, damn it, I said come here!

Honey, let's get out of here.

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

Oh, my God!

I'm looking at it and I still
can't believe it all happened.

Let's go.

Oh, baby. Baby.

Superstition.

I bet you don't know
the half of it.

And you live right here
on a spot where the witches

were actually burnt.
Listen to this.

On Candlemas Eve, February 1st,

in the year
sixteen-hundred and ninety two,

a coven of witches,

a coven, that's 13,
some men some women

whose power came from the Devil
gathered beneath the Raven's Inn

to perform a Black Mass
in the honor of Lucifer.

The witch, Elizabeth Selwyn,
later to be burnt at the stake,

marked a young girl
for sacrifice,

by obtaining an object of value
belonging to her,

with which to call her.

And leaving in its place

a dead bird
and a sprig of Woodbine.

The witches sacrificed her
on the altar

and drank her blood
at the hour of 13.

What's the hour of 13?

Well personally, I have never
heard a clock strike

more than 12.

Now,
how about joining the dancing?

In a little while, I promise.

Oh, by the way,

I seem to have misplaced
my locket.

I remember having it in my room
and now it's disappeared.

Oh, I'm sorry, I,
I'll ask Lottie.

Well, I, I'm not saying
it was stolen, its just,

I remember having it
on the dresser and

now its gone.
I would appreciate it.

Of course.
I'll look into it immediately.

Lottie,

I have warned you too often
about annoying our guests.

If you disobey me again,
I shall turn you out.

And if I turn you out,

there will be no place
for you anywhere.

You do understand,
Lottie, don't you?

Ah, Miss Barlow.

I'm afraid Lottie
is no where to be found.

But I will inquire
about your locket

first thing in the morning.
Oh, thank you.

Where is everybody?

Most of the other guests
have gone to services.

Services,
on the 1st of February?

Candlemas Eve.

The night when the witches
mock the rituals of the church.

Are you alright, Miss Barlow?

Yes, quite, thank you.

Good night.
Good night, Miss Barlow.

Gasp!

Mrs. Newless!

Mrs. Newless! Mrs. Newless!

- Quiet!

Help!

No!

No!

Ah! No! Let go of me!

Help! No!

Let me go! Ahh, no!

Ahh, take your hands off of me!

Let me go!

No! No, no, let go of me!

No!

- Three,

Four

Five.

Six, - Wait!

Seven - Eight.
No! No Mrs. Newless, no!

No, no, no!

I am Elizabeth Selwyn.
No, no, no!

- Eleven...
- Noooo!

Let go of me, let go...

Yeah!!!

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday, dear Suzie,
Happy Birthday to you!

Yeah!

Urn, yummy-

Delicious.

Dick, have you got any idea
what's happened to Nan?

I'm sure she'll show up.

She, she's probably met
a good looking he-witch

and is bringing him
along to the party,

only their broomstick
blew a gasket.

It's not like Nan to be late
for anything.

Aren't you a bit worried
about her?

Oh, she'll be here,
I'm sure she'll make it.

That's probably her now.

Well, you answer the door and
I'm going to put a record on

- for some dancing.
- Alright.

- Hi, Dick.
- Bill.

Well, what's the matter, you
were expecting somebody else?

Why, yes, Nan.
Look, come in, come in.

Well, Nan, isn't she here yet?

We made a date to meet here
before she left for Whitewood.

Well, she probably got held up.

Look, look, give me your coat,
huh.

Aw, Nan was never late
for anything in her life.

Relax, take it easy.
Join the party, she'll be here.

Dick.

Dick, I haven't had a letter
from Nan in over 2 weeks now.

She's probably been too busy
working on her paper.

No, no, there's something wrong,
I know it.

Look, will you do something
for me?

Uh huh.

Ring up Whitewood, will ya?
Ask 'em, ask 'em if she's left.

You serious?

Yes, I am.

OK.

Hello, long distance,

I'd like to speak
with a Miss Nan Barlow

at the Raven's Inn, Whitewood.

No, I, uh, I don't know
the phone number.

What, didn't she give you the
phone number?

Why no, but, uh,
that's my sister.

They say there's no such place
as the Raven's Inn.

But that's crazy,
she's staying there.

Get me the police!

She left in such a hurry,
she must have forgotten

to return it to you,
Miss Russell.

She seemed such a nice girl too.
Wouldn't have thought

she was the sort
to forget to return a book.

We can not always judge by our
first impressions, can we?

I'm not usually wrong about
the people I lend my books to.

Well, perhaps you'll be
more careful in the future.

Thank you
for letting me have it.

Remember me
to your grandfather.

Lottie!

Get out of the way,
you clumsy creature.

Can I help you?

Yes, we're from
the Sheriff's Office.

We had a call this evening.

A missing persons report on some
college kid named Nan Barlow.

The party calling said that
her last known whereabouts

was the Raven's Inn.

Nan Barlow, that's strange.
Yes, I met her.

When did you last see her?
About two weeks ago.

She came to my shop
and borrowed this book,

it's quite valuable and
so not hearing from her,

I decided to come and get it.
Mrs. Newless had it.

- May I?
- Yes.

"A Treatise On Devil Worship"?

I must put this in the report.

Peculiar things some of these
college kids do nowadays.

Well, thanks for your help.

Come on Charlie.

Hello.

Ya.

It's the police.

Ya.

OK, thanks.

Thank you.

Well?

The police sent a car
out to the Raven's Inn.

Nan checked out two weeks ago.

I don't get it.
Well, neither do I.

Look, these are Nan's
books and papers,

go through them, see if you can
find anything

which might give us a lead.

I'm going to pay a visit
to a colleague of mine.

Oh, lord of light,
accept this sacrifice.

- Why, Barlow.
- May I come in?

Yes, of course, please do.
Can I take your coat?

I tried to phone you last night,
but I guess you weren't in.

No, uh, no, I wasn't.

Would you care to go
into the study?

- Sit yourself down.
- Thanks.

Would you take a drink?
Rye and soda.

- Ice?
- Please.

Now what's on your mind?

Nan's missing
and she has been since the day

after she arrived at Whitewood.

Really, you quite sure?

That's what the police said.

What are they doing about it?

Carry out a routine check, I,
I don't suppose they can do

much more until they've got
something definite to go on.

I would have thought
there was a very great deal

- more they could do.
- What?

As far as they're concerned, she
disappeared 2 weeks ago

and no one in the village seems
to know anything about it.

What have you come see me for?

I thought you might
have some ideas.

Why did you send her
to Whitewood?

Because it was the best place
for her research...

And you suggested she stay
at the Raven's Inn.

Sure,
it's the only inn there is.

With an unlisted phone number?

The inn has it's own clientele,
Barlow,

it doesn't need to advertise.
How do you know it so well?

Because I was born
in Whitewood.

I see. And you'd have every
reason to believe

she'd be safe in going there.

I have no reason to suppose
that she wouldn't be.

Nan struck me as
being perfectly capable

of taking care of herself.

I grant you that, but why hasn't
she come back or let us know?

Look, Barlow,
I can understand your anxiety

but I'm quite sure there's
nothing for you to worry about,

nothing at all. She's probably
got absorbed in subjects

and gone off someplace.

I wish that all my class
had her application.

Ya, well I'm going to find out
where this application led her.

I'm going to retrace
every step Nan took.

I'm either going to find Nan
or know what happened to her.

I can't stop you from going.
No.

You're not afraid? Afraid, why?

Well, if anything did happen to
your sister and somebody else

went along to try
and find out about it.

Same thing might happen to them?

Possible.

You seem to think something
happened to my sister then?

No, I just think you're jumping
to conclusions, Barlow.

Maybe, but I shall find her.

- Professor Driscoll?
- Yes.

I don't like to disturb you,
but may I see you?

Well, of course, please come in.

Good luck in Whitewood. Thanks.

I'm sorry, but did you say
he was going to Whitewood?

Yes, he is.

Silly to be surprised but, uh,
I've just come from Whitewood.

Really?

Quite a coincidence,

My own family happens
to come from Whitewood.

As a matter of fact,
I was born there. - Yes, I know.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

Do you care for a drink?
No, thank you.

I think you know my grandfather,
the Reverend Russell.

Russell?
Why, yes, of course I do.

How long have you
been living in Whitewood?

Since my grandmother died
a few weeks ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well now, how can I help you?

I've come about a pupil of yours
Barlow, Nan Barlow.

Yes.

She came to Whitewood
two weeks ago.

I met her and liked her
and she told me

that she was a student
in one of your classes,

that you recommended that
she stay at the Raven's Inn.

That's quite right, I did.

Well, that's what I've come
to see you about.

On the day after she arrived,
she disappeared.

Oh?

Later the police
came asking questions,

Her family were worried.

I thought you might
have their address.

And why do you want
her family's address?

Because I have something
of hers I want to return.

Well, you just leave it with me

and I'll make sure
they get it safely.

Well, I don't want
to trouble you,

if you'd just give me
their address.

As you wish.

Her address is Dorchester St.,

2-2-5.

She lives with her brother.
As a matter of fact.

He's a colleague of mine,
you just met him.

He was leaving
when you arrived.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got a lot of work to do,

I'm rather a busy man
at the moment.

Of course,
thank you for your help.

Not at all, I hope
it achieves something.

Well, you will remember me
to your grandfather, won't you?

Yes, of course. Good-bye.

Good-bye Ms. Russell.

Yeah,
that's Nan's locket alright.

As far as I know, it's unique.

I gave it to her,
where did you get it?

The servant at the inn gave
it to me. It was strange.

I don't think she wanted Mrs.
Newless to know I had it.

Mrs. Newless? She runs the inn.

Well, why did you come here,
Miss, Miss Russell?

I found this.

It's Professor Driscoll's
note paper.

I found it in the pages
of a book I lent your sister

on her first evening
in Whitewood.

When she didn't return it,
I went to the hotel.

What was the book?

An old book.
A book about witchcraft.

Do you believe in it,
Miss Russell?

I don't know.

Sometimes I almost think
I live with it.

Live with it?

It's an obsession
of my grandfather's.

Up to now, I didn't take him
very seriously. He's an old man,

but now I'm beginning to wonder
if what he says isn't true.

What does he say?

That there is something evil
about the village.

That on certain nights, the
inhabitants leave the streets,

close their doors and stay
behind them.

That on these nights,
the dead come to life.

Nights like Candlemas Eve?

What do you know
about Candlemas Eve?

It's in one of Nan's books.

I don't believe it!

Things like this
don't happen today.

In Whitewood, I wonder.

I'm going to Whitewood tomorrow,
after classes,

I could give you a lift.

Thank you, but I must get back,

I can't leave my grandfather
alone, he's blind.

May I come and see you
when I arrive?

I'd, uh, I'd like to have
a talk With him.

Please do, it's the house
next to the church.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

I'll see you to the door.

Would you be going to Whitewood?

Yes.

Would you take me
along with you?

It's a dark night for walking.

You're the Reverend Russell's
granddaughter, aren't you?

Yes, how did you know?

I know a great deal
about Whitewood.

Have you ever been there?
Now and then.

I've never seen you.

To see me
is a special privilege

reserved for a chosen few.

What does that mean?

We'll soon be at Whitewood now.

This is as far as I go,
you will...

She's pretty too.
Yes, she is. Very pretty.

A living decedent
of those who were cursed.

That somehow seems
to make it better.

- Another day.
- And tomorrow.

The Witches Sabbath.

Which way to Wamport Road?

Straight ahead. Fork in the
road, you see a sign,

Turn left...
You headin' for Whitewood?

I am.
Many people head this way?

Not many.

Is this the only way in and out
of the town?

In this direction, yup.

You wouldn't remember
by any chance,

a pretty girl in a convertible
about a month ago?

The Barlow girl,
read about her in the papers,

never seen her again.
Told the police.

Thanks.

Owner, could you tell me the way
to Whitewood, please?

Another one! Straight ahead,
fork in the road, you see a sign.

Wamport Road.
Turn left, takes you right in.

Why thanks.
Let me warn you young fellow,

they don't like strangers
in Whitewood.

Okay, fine, thanks very much.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I'd like a room, please.
The inn is closing.

I'll only be here a few days.
But the inn is closing.

- When?
- In two days.

Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like to stay until then.

If you insist.

Could I, could I have the, uh,
same room, my, my sister had?

It's still available, isn't it?
Yes, it's available.

Mrs. Newless you told the police
that my sister checked out.

You are mistaken, Mr. Barlow.

I told them that on the
morning of February 2nd,

I went to her room and found it
empty, her bed not slept in,

her luggage and car gone,
and her bill unpaid.

Well, you can put the charges
on mine.

When was the last time
you saw her?

On the evening of February 1st.

It was shortly before midnight,
she'd been in the lobby here

dancing with some
of the guests.

She seemed
to be enjoying herself.

Did any particular guest pay a,
a special attention to her?

Not that I noticed.

Your sister kept very much
to herself.

Do you know why
she came to Whitewood?

It is not my habit to inquire
into people's private business.

Would the fact that she was,
she was investigating witchcraft

had antagonized
anyone in the village?

Hardly, there have been
other students here you know.

Besides, your sister
was a very agreeable

and likable young woman.

Have you any idea of where
she might have gone?

None.

Thank you.

Now, may I see the room?

As you wish. It is this way.

If you should need anything
and I am not at the desk,

you have only to ring the bell.

Thank you.

Hello. I'm so glad you've come.

I saw your car
outside the Raven's Inn earlier

I wondered what
had happened to you.

I've been talking
with Mrs. Newless

and then I took a walk
around the village.

Find out anything?

Everyone here seems
to be afraid of something.

Then you don't think
it's just my imagination?

I don't know.

Whose to say where imagination
ends and truth begins.

It's nothing tangible. It's

just they way they look at you.

I felt it too.

May I see the book
that Nan borrowed?

Yes, I put a marker
between the pages

where she must have
stopped reading.

Just sit down and I'll tell
my grandfather you're here.

Thank you.

I warned you, Lottie.

Grandfather, this is Mr. Barlow.

How do you do, Sir?
God be with you.

Shall we sit where we'll be
more comfortable?

Here's your chair, Grandfather.
You must be tired.

I am, really tired.

I have little strength left
these days for the fight.

Won't you sit down,
I'll make some coffee.

The fight against what,
Mr. Russell?

Against the evil
that besets this village.

The people are creatures
of the devil.

They know no other god.

Do you mean they worship Satan
here... today?

Satanism was never stronger
than at the present time.

For 200 hundred years,
the people of Whitewood

have carried out rituals
that mock the Church's teaching.

I find it very hard to believe,
Sir. I...

Do not doubt, my son.
It is real enough.

For years I struggled
against the witches.

Their master
took away my sight.

It seems incredible.

I have tried to convince others.

They, too,
found it unbelievable.

But I know these people
have a pact with the devil.

To worship him
and do his works.

In return,
he gives them eternal life.

- Eternal life?
- Aye.

And to seal this bargain, they
must sacrifice a young girl

on two nights of the year.

When are these nights, Sir?

Candlemas Eve
and the Witches' Sabbath.

Candlemas Eve,
that's February the first.

And when is the Witches Sabbath?

Tonight.

Now you know why
I came to see you.

I had no idea it was so late.

May I, may I have a rain-check
on the coffee?

I'd like to have a few words
with Mrs. Newless again.

Of course.

Good night, Sir.

Good night.
I'll see you to the door.

God be with us.

Oh, Miss Russell,

do you think that
Nan's disappearance

is connected in some way
with these, uh,

witch's ceremonies?

Yes.

I'd, uh, I'd like to come back
later, if I may?

Please do. And my name is Pat.

Mine's Richard.

I think I feel better now
you're here.

Well, I'm, I'm going to stay
until I find out

what's happened to Nan.

Take care.

Now drink your coffee
before it gets cold.

You must not see
that young man again tonight.

Why not?

The devil comes
in many disguises.

I'll get you a spoon.

Grandfather, there's a bird
in the drawer.

It's got an arrow through it.

Go and look on the front door!

It's a sprig of Woodbine.

Shut the door!
Shut the door quickly!

Grandfather, what does it mean?

Now listen, my darling.

This is their sign,
the witches' sign.

What can we do?

We must leave here.
Leave here immediately!

I'll start the car.

Something's wrong.

They've wrecked the car.

Barlow, phone Barlow!

Hello, hello?

Hello, I want the Raven's Inn.

Yes, Mrs. Newless.

Mr. Barlow?

- Is that for me?
- Yes.

Hello.

Dick, Dick,
I'm in terrible danger!

We've got to leave Whitewood
at once!

Danger? But from what?

We've got to leave...

- Pat! Patricia!
- Please help me!

Pat!

Patricia!

Pat!

Pat!

Patricia!

Mr. Russell, are you there?

Where is she?

What's happened, Mr. Russell?

The witches!

The witches have Patricia!

Destroy them!

Mr. Russell, how?

The shadow of the cross.

Use the cross!

I abjure thee,
oh creatures of salt

by the living God!

Mr. Russell!

Maitland!

Maitland! What's happened?
Uh, uh...

Pat! Patricia!

Hello,

Hello operator?!

Darn!

Pat!

We've been waiting for you.

Dick! These are the dead
who killed Nan!

Barlow.

Please help me!

Come on, Pat. Quick.

The only way!

Dick!

Dick!

No!

Pat!

Dick!

Maitland!

Get to a cross. A cross!

The shadow of a cross!

Ugh!

Dick, Dick, he's moving!

Lift the cross!

Quick!

Witches of Salt, I abjure thee
by the living God.

Back from the cross!

Come nearer, Bill!

Get the shadow on them!

It comes nearer!

Do not fail!

We must finish the sacrifice.

- Dick!
- Pat!

Wait!

Wait for the hour of 13.

Pat, are you alright?!

I think so.

Bill!

We've got a score to settle
with Mrs. Newless!

You stay here.