All language subtitles for Theatre Macabre. s01e05.The Vampire.eng

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

How do you do?

I'm Christopher Lee.

And this is the Order of
Transylvania, presented

to me personally some years ago,

by Count Dracula.

He had a small assignment for me

but unfortunately

I wasn't quite able to
get my teeth into it.

However,

since we are going to Transylvania,

I've taken certain precautions.

This garlic acts as a
barrier against vampires.

This stake has to be driven

through a vampire's heart
to keep it in its place.

A vampire is generally
buried at a crossroads,

so in case he returns,

he won't know which
road to follow.

That gives you one chance
out of four.

In Tolstoy's story,

one of the vampires is a woman,

although she's certainly not a lady.

(lively classical music)

- May I have the pleasure
of seeing you again?

I promise devotion the rest
of my life if you'll say, "Yes."

- Perhaps I should hide
my feelings for you.

(lively classical music continues)

But from the first moment
I laid eyes on you,

I knew you were special.

- Miss Dashka...

- No, you mustn't say anything.

(lively classical music)

- You're such a lovely couple.

- If you don't mind my
speaking, sir,

I have a small but
pertinent observation:

I'm afraid you're burning up.

(tense music)

(bell chimes)

- Who is that?

- I remember you as a boy
whose pants kept falling down.

Couldn't figure out how to
keep them up.

- Grandmother!
- It's the truth, Dashka.

- Your grandfather and
my dear late husband

were just like brothers.

Dashka, you're so rude.

They were inseparable companions.

It pleases me to have you renew
our family friendship again.

- I thank you, madam.

(footsteps)

- Excuse me, sir.

(footsteps)

- Disgraceful.

- Pardon me,

but I don't think we've met.

- It's not important, sir.

You're in mortal danger,

do you hear?

- Excuse me,

but what do you mean?

- I'll answer that if you
tell me why a ghost

should be cavorting in
the ballroom?

- Huh.
(chuckles)

Oh, come now.

- You see that old hag?

- Yes.

That's the brigadier's widow.

My grandfather--

- She was the widow Sugrobina,

but that was some time ago.

Do you understand young man?

She is dead.

She is a vampire,

who wants your blood.

- You've had too much champagne.

- Of course it sounds absurd,

but I watched them
bury the woman.

You see how attentive she
is to her granddaughter?

Oh, look at her.

She's inviting her to
spend the summer with her.

If she goes,

she'll be murdered within
three days.

What a shame.

- I hope you'll forgive me,

but I have to go.

- Young man,

you will do well to listen to me.

That is, if you wish to avoid
my experience.

- Do you mean to tell me
you're a vampire?

- No, I got away from her,

as you will escape from her.

I hope.

There! You see him?

What a colossal nerve.

- Is he another vampire?

- Yes, young man.

He was High Counselor Jilaya.

He died two weeks before her.

What impudence.

To parade themselves

in front of people who
might remember them.

- That's very interesting,

but you must have some
special method of...

Well, I mean,

how does one separate the
ghosts from the guests?

- It's simple, actually.

Watch the counselor closely.

There! You see?

That noise he makes,

as if he was sucking an orange,

See, that's very important
to a vampire.

It's their own way of
greeting each other.

- Oh really?

Well, now I'll be able to
recognize them,

won't I?

This has been very interesting.

Now, excuse me, please.

- Wait!

Meet me in the cemetery tomorrow

and you will see that
I'll prove it to you.

At noon tomorrow.

- I'll be there,

punctually.

- Well, now,
young man,

sit down and listen to me.

I'm going to draw you into
a conspiracy.

- I am at your service.

- I find it absolutely impossible,

to persuade this child
to visit her grandmother.

You must do join us.

- Grandmother,
I'm not deaf, you know.

- Eavesdropping is not polite,
my sweet,

and listen to your granny.

- So I'm expecting you to be there.

You won't refuse me,
will you?

- How could I refuse you?
- A-ha.

And I just don't care if you
never come visit.

- Grandmother!
- Grandmother, indeed!

Are you sure I'm your gran?

And how is it you never
come to see me then?

Why must you be so selfish?

Terribly selfish.

(gasps in disbelief)

- Remember what I said:

the cemetery of the
Orthodox Church.

I'll be waiting.

- (whispering)
It's Ribaranko.

(footsteps)

- Read it.

- Jilaya.
(laughs)

This graveyard must be
full of Jilayas.

- Oh?

Follow me.

- Sugrobina.

- Neighbors in life,

neighbors in death.

(bell chiming)

They say that I'm out of my mind.

Well, I'm not,
you know.

Listen to me now.

I implore you,
my friend,

stop seeing Dashka or
you'll soon be dead.

- I'd rather be dead.

- Disaster,

a disaster, sir.

At least promise me that you
won't go to visit Sugrobina.

I told them at the funeral,

they must drive a wooden stake in.

It must be driven right
through the middle of them.

(bell continues chiming)

- (chuckles)
Mr. Riba ranko,

you almost had me fooled.

(bell chiming)

- My dear Runevsky,

you are a tiger.

Uh-huh.

You propose today,

getting married next week?

My goodness.

- (laughs)
My dear lady,

when a man is in love--

- All right,

all right,

have it your own way.

Tomorrow we'll announce
the engagement

and send for my solicitor.

I want to make some
changes in my will.

I am leaving everything to you.

- Grandmother,
stop talking about death.

- You must not be in such
haste, my dear friend,

because the other world is boring

and you will miss this one.

- You're fortunate,
young man,

my friend,
very fortunate.

In my day,
a young man would have had

to court the woman a
couple of years.

- And if they wanted to be
alone for a minute or two,

the schemes they had to
come up with!

It was incredible.
- Incredible, Dashka.

- Although love found a way.

- A young woman stayed
safely in the country.

Didn't spend every night
traipsing through town.

They used to read fortunes

to see whether they'd
have a good marriage.

Women in those days were
rather modest.

- Yes, I'd like to read a fortune.

Can you read cards ,
my dear?

- I'm afraid not,
Dashka, darling.

- Let's read our fortunes out of
a book, alright?

(footsteps)

- Is it poetry?

- Yes.

I'll chose a page without looking,

and you tell me what line I
should read for my fortune,

and that will be it.

- All right.

I pick line--

Line seven,

top left.

- One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.

(tense music)

- There's your book of poetry.

Read your poem.

- "As the dark bird of night
tricks in his cave,

then grandmother feeds from
the blood of her slave."

- Disgusting filth,

disgusting rubbish.

It's awful.

Abominable rot.

Where did you find such
putrid filth anyway?

- Grandmother, I had no idea.

I'm so sorry.

It fell from my dresser,
you see,

this morning when the servants
were cleaning my room.

It must be a--

It's like a,

an allegory.

Like a fantasy in poetry,
that's all.

- Oh, a nice fantasy,
indeed.

Well, that's a nice bedtime
story for an old woman,

isn't it?

I could die just from thinking about it.

(chiming)

Stephan, bring the tea, please.

(chiming continues)

(bells chiming)

- The green room,

as if there were no other.

- Did you say something?

- Nothing, master.

(bells chiming)

- They say green,

green it is.

I just do what I'm told.

- Who's room is it?

- It belonged to Proskovia.

May she rest in peace.

And why is it green?

- She had the passion about it.

She had flaming red hair,

and green was her favorite color.

It looked lovely on her.

So before their wedding,

she had the room done in green.

She was very happy here.

Now she sits by a mirror inside.

(wind blowing)
Goodnight, sir.

(tense piano music)

- What are you doing here?

- Shh.

- The servant's sound asleep.
- What?

Listen to me,
young man,

while there's still some time left.

- It's too late.

I just proposed to Dashka today.

- Then from this moment,

I must tell you that the
two of you are

in the greatest peril.

(Sighs)

You must get away from
here this minute.

Right now.

I think you had better
get away, Mr. Ribaranko.

- Perhaps you think
it's a maniac's fantasy.

This woman here...

This woman could have
made me the happiest man

who ever lived, sir.

But before it could happen,

they sucked her blood.

- Look,

I know how deeply you
loved her,

but despair is a bad judge,
my friend.

You need rest.

You better go.

- No! I must stay.

I must convince you that I
am no madman,

and that I speak the truth.

Tomorrow will be too late.

It is too late already.

They want your blood.

They live on it.

(drums beating)

Ah, they are coming.

(drum beats continue)

Now do you see?

(drum beats continue)

(gasping)

- UP, may I ask?

- Sorry to bother you.

I thought maybe you needed...

Something to help you
sleep better.

- Sleep, indeed,
you satanic lying witch!

You wanted one thing,

to creep into his room
and make sure he's asleep,

so you can do your dirty work

and claim one more victim.

- What are you saying?

What victim?

- You know what victim.

Your granddaughter,

it's her blood you claim,
you fiend from Hell.

But you won't find it as easy

as you did with poor Proskovia.

I will see to that, you witch!

I'll kill you.

(woman screaming)

- Stop it at once.

(loud smacking)

(woman continues screaming)

- Stefan!

Please get the horses,

I want you to take Mr.
Rigaranko home at once!

- You don't believe me,

d0 you?

Why don't you believe me?

(footsteps)

- I am terribly sorry about this.

I'll take you to your room.

- No, thank you.

No, my dear,
I can manage.

(tense music)

- Dashka?

What's wrong?

- You mustn't ask me,
my dearest.

For I'll be forced to leave you.

No. No, don't go.

- Time is short, I fear.

You must listen and do
everything I say.

Promise me?

- I'll do anything you say.

- Take this...

This dagger, dearest,

it's sacred.

This dagger protects
a person from vampires.

Just remember that.

The sharpest sword cannot
cut their flesh.

Listen,

you must aim for their shadow.

You must stab them
through their hearts only.

- What do you mean,
my sweet?

- Sugrobina and Jilaya---

- Dashka.

- You were saying you wanted
to see me this evening.

Well, here I am.

Tell me if you think I'm
prettier than the portrait there.

(tense piano music)

- Oh, dear.

(tense piano music)

It's time.

(tense piano music)

Dawn approaches.

(tense piano music)

- Dashka.

(tense piano music)

- Sugrobina and Jilaya,

beware of them.

(tense beats)

(laughs nervously)

(tense beats continue)

- Oh, I seem to be caught up
in my sheet.

I've been dreaming of my wedding feast.

(chuckles nervously)

(tense beats continue)

(dramatically tense music)

- Can I start now?

I've waited so long.

Say that I can start.

(tense music)

(labored breathing)

(tense music continues)

(muffled screaming)

(dramatic music)

(labored breathing)

- That's enough.

(dramatically tense music)

(woman screams)

(distressed moaning)

(dramatically tense music)

(laughing murderously)

- [Dashka] Now, aim at his shadow.

(tense music)

(dramatically tense music)
(whimpers)

(distressed moaning)

(tense music)

Dashka.

Save Dashka.

(tense music)

- Dashka!

(dramatically tense music)

Dashka.

(dramatically tense music continues)

(bell chiming)

(man screams)

(woman giggles)

Oh, it's you.

You surprised me.

- You look very tired, dearest.

- Oh, I have a headache.

- Must have been the wine,
sweetheart.

Jilaya kept filling your
glass all the evening.

- Yes, but it was good.

I hope you're not upset,
darling.

- Grandmother is going to
come any minute.

- And Mr. Jilaya?

- Mr. Jilaya has probably gone home.

(dramatically tense music)

- Jilaya gone?

- Yes,

but he asked me to be
sure to say goodbye.

- Why are you wearing that black band?

- What, doesn't it suit me then?

- It's very pretty,

but what's wrong with your neck?

- Grandmother's here.

- I hope you slept all right?

It's a new bed,
you see.

Good morning,
Dashka.

Please be seated,
won't you?

Sit down, dear.

I asked you if you slept all right.

I hope so.

- Not too badly.

- Yes, but he has a bad hangover.

Better have Stefan air
out his room a bit, I think.

- Rude as hangovers are,

I'll excuse it to love, dear,

and that's a luxury,

isn't it?

Today is a busy day.

The solicitor is coming
and then the dress.

And in the evening,

we have quite a lot of guests,

2O from the neighborhood,

and also Moscow,
some of them.

Huh?

Why don't you eat something, dear?

Dashka, make your fiance eat.

(increasingly tense music)

(elderly woman screams)

(Dashka gasps)

- That's all I wanted to see.

Stefa n!

Get me my horse and carriage.

- But how dare you hurt
poor grandmother?

Its not enough that she
was stabbed by a maniac,

now you come and open up
the wound again.

You better apologize.

- Dashka.

Stefa n,

what did she mean by that?

Who wounded her grandmother?

- Don't you know?

- No, of course I don't.

- A madman, sir.

He had a butcher's knife.

- But who?

- Ribaranko.

He stabbed the coach driver,
as well.

We were rather upset about it.

- She will never forgive me.

- Stefan, please ask Ms.
Dashka if I may speak to her

and say I beg for her forgiveness.

Ribaranko.

Riba--

(dramatically tense music)

Stefa n!

- Of course we all know
that there's no such thing

as a vampire.

Is there?

(dramatic closing music)