All language subtitles for Bloodsuckers

SEYMOUR: Richard Fountain,

son of the
Foreign Secretary and brilliant young Oxford Don.

Enjoys sailing with his pupil,
Bob Kirby.

He's unofficially engaged to
Penelope Goodrich...

daughter of Walter Goodrich,
Provost of Lancaster College.

Fountain is an authority on Greek mythology
and is at present in Greece,

researching material for a book
on Minoan rites.

I was informed by the Foreign Office that
reports had been received from Greece

that Richard Fountain was
involved with a group of people

suspected of drug and
other criminal offences.

As neither government wanted a
political scandal on their hands

I was asked to investigate the matter.

I felt sure that there had been a mistake.

The information certainly didn't
fit with the Richard I knew.

We had met some years ago when
we were both undergraduates at Oxford.

Richard was Walter Goodrich's protégé,

and after his finals was offered a
post as lecturer at Lancaster college.

I have since been told how Goodrich
had attempted to organise

both Richard's private
and professional life.

So, as a first step, I decided to visit
Oxford to try and find out

more about the state of mind he
was in before he went to Greece.

- Hello! Mr. Seymour!
- Nice to see you again, Parker.

Nice to have seen you, sir.

- Why, Seymour, how are you?
- Very well. Good to see you again.

Glad you could make it.

Our Provost still gives the best parties
at Oxford.

We're worried about Richard.

We were expecting him back from Greece
two days ago.

Richard may not get back from Greece.

What's that I hear about Richard?

I'm so sorry, we haven't been
introduced. Bob Kirby.

- Bob is Richard's star pupil.
- How do you know so much about Richard?

I had a phone call from Richard's father.

Difficult.
Bloody Socialist ministers!

Richard's father may be Foreign Secretary,
but he has no sense of protocol.

- Why didn't he call me?
- It's all a mystery.

Well, it's all a bit vague.
The Foreign Office called me as well.

- The Foreign Office?
- Yes, apparently Richard's in some sort of trouble.

- What kind of trouble?
- The Greek authorities.

- But he would have written to me!
- What did he do?

- Hit a Greek Colonel?
- Don't be facetious, Mark.

- He does have quite a temper.
- Richard's not violent.

His only fight now is to get to the top
of this college

and succeed me when I retire.

The youngest Oxford Provost, ever.

The facts are that someone in the
government is worried.

- What about?
- The possibility of an international scandal.

SEYMOUR: I readily agreed but Penelope and
Bob Kirby insisted on coming to Greece with me,

feeling that their knowledge
of Richard would be useful.

So we left next day
on the first available flight.

A scandal could be damaging politically
and for Richard's career.

- Career?
- Oh, don't start on that kick again, Bob!

You think he dug every little scheme that you
and your father made for him, don't you?

- Daddy helped Richard a lot.
- Oh come on, you've done your share of pushing too.

- You're just jealous.
- Of what?!

Now shut up, both of you. You've done
nothing but argue ever since we left England.

- You said you wanted to help Richard.
- I do.

Then help him.
Behave like adults or go home.

SEYMOUR: On arrival in Athens
I went straight to see my contact there.

The British Military Attache,
Derek Longbow.

Does Penelope know?

Not the full details, obviously,
because of security.

But I think she might be quite useful.

She and Richard are going
to get engaged.

Oh! I thinks she's going to
be in for a bit of a shock.

What do you know about this girl that Richard's
keeping company with?

Chriseïs Constantinini?

- I met her at a party.

- Where?
- At Johnny Catamanadris'.

- Catamandris...Catamandris?

I'm afraid I've rather lost touch
with the Greek social scene, Derek.

- Would you fill me in?
- The jet set.

Johnny Catamandris is the son
of Colonel Catamandris,

their Minister of the Interior.

Along with our Foreign Secretaries son,
makes quite a party.

- But Richard was in Mykonos,
getting on with his research.

- Strange kind of research with that lot.

- What do you think's going on,
some kind of intrigue? Blackmail?

- Isn't that what you're here to find out?
- And you've got to help me, Derek.

- How's Richard mixed up with that crowd?
- I've no idea.

- But I understand they're always together.

- Cable Richard to stay put in Mykonos
till we get there.

Did you tell her yet?

Well, if you haven't, now's the time.

We don't want an emotional scene
in public, do we?

Tell her.

If Richard's on the dockside to greet us,

- with the girl...
- Yes, yes, I see your point.

I'll go and tell her.

- Hello, Penelope.
- Hello.

Penelope, when all this started,
when I got the details about Richard,

there was something I didn't tell you.

- What?
- Well, it seems there's another woman.

- Her name is Chriseïs.

- Don't you think you've had enough?
- Mind your own business.

Penelope, I know you're hurt
about the girl, but you must try...

Excuse me.
I've been to the villa.

- And?
- They've gone.

Where to?

Ah...destination unknown.

- I gave that to Richard.
- Oh, what is it?

A sort of...charm.

- Where did you find it?
- At the police station.

They have files on all their guests.

Especially those who leave without
paying their bills.

Evidently, all they left in their room
was this.

And this notebook.

It must make some sense.

'Ariston men hydor...'

Water is best.

What on earth is Richard running away from?

- Well, whatever it was, they were in a desperate hurry.
- Why, the police?

No...us.

Perhaps he's heard you and I are here too.
He wouldn't like that, would he?

Now he's got Chriseïs.

- Chriseïs is your hang up.
- Is she?

Oh come on Bob, we both failed Richard.
He doesn't want either of us now!

Just because you couldn't make it with him...

I'll take care of her. Leave her to me.

- Look, this isn't getting us anywhere.
- She's pushing her luck!

All right, so she's upset about the girl...
but if...

- You ah...couldn't make it?
- What?

That's what you said to Penelope,
wasn't it?

What couldn't she make?

- Richard.
- Is that a guess, or do you know?

No. Well...he told me.

He was very depressed and...
well, it all came out.

And incidentally, I'm not
homosexual, you know!

- And there was nothing between us...
- No, no, I understand.

It goes much deeper than that.

Richard never told you, or Penelope but,
he's never made it with anyone.

I refuse to continue this conversation
any further.

Will you please leave my room?

Oh yes, I'm getting through to you,
aren't I?

I know what you wanted from Richard.
Prestige...status...

Your face in the glossy magazines.

The Honourable Lady Fountain entertains!

- You do talk a lot of rubbish.
- I don't give a damn what you want.

- What I want is to find Richard.
- So do I!

- Well, will you stop fighting me?
- Are you going?

- No.
- Right...then I am!

Hey, you!

Help!

The theory is that Richard believed that
Walter Goodrich caused his impotence.

I can imagine that kind of classic resentment
happening here in the Theatre of Minos...

Some of those Minoan rites were,
well, to say the very least, a bit unsavoury.

But you can hardly believe that Minoan
rites could take place at Oxford.

Can you imagine the Don being
castrated by the Provost?

It's really metaphorical.
You see, the Provost to Richard,

is a symbol of the establishment, and to
Richard, the establishment destroys, castrates.

For example, Richard's marriage to Penelope,

or Goodrich's continual academic
wheeling and dealing.

That's irrational.

According to Bob, Richard came to Greece
in search of some sort of freedom.

- To seek his manhood...
- Oh!

Well, they say that this climate
works wonders for that sort of thing.

Maybe Bob's African background has
given him a sort of vivid imagination.

- Do you think he was right?
- I'm not sure.

- Hydra?
- Hydra?

I knew there was something.

A couple of years ago
there was a scandal.

It involved Johnny Catamandris.
It was pretty bad.

I think that Richard left this notebook
for us to find.

Yes, go on.

He could have been taken to Hydra
possibly against his will.

Why Hydra?

Some ancient religious cults,
cruel, vicious

are rumoured to still exist on the island, now,
despite denial by the Greek Orthodox church.

Wait a minute, didn't Hercules
sack the city of Hydra

because of the vicious behaviour
of its inhabitants?

Yes. That's mythological history, of course.

On the other hand, history
does have a way of repeating itself.

This old woman's daughter was murdered.

What was that he was saying
about Richard?

The police want to question him.

It seems there were similar occurrences in
Corinth and Mykonos when Richard was there.

The Inspector wants to know whether
to charge the old woman.

No. No charges.
Can you let her go?

- Where are they taking her?
- She'll be well taken care of.

- Do we know where Richard is?
- No.

SEYMOUR: We needed help
if we were to find Richard quickly.

So we contacted Colonel Stavros
of Greek Intelligence.

I can assure you, Colonel,
that we'll stick to our side of the bargain.

Good. I'm sure that Mr. Fountain's father,

such a friend of Greece, would not wish
him involved in any scandal on Greek soil.

We'll try and have Fountain out of
the country in forty-eight hours.

Excellent.
Now we must go to the airport.

I have place a helicopter
at your disposal.

- Thank you, Colonel.
- You are very welcome.

I have instructed the Mayor of Hydra
to give you every assistance.

Thank you very much, Colonel.

- Goodbye.
- Right.

Where did the Mayor go?

Ex transport.

All this red carpet treatment.

I'm beginning to think that Richard
is a reincarnation of Lord Byron.

The authorities are faced
with a major problem.

- Whatever Richard's been up to.
- Murder?

Don't be so dramatic, Penelope.
There's no proof.

However, obviously Richard's been involved
in some kind of scandal.

A very important Greek.

The Greek government are just as anxious
as we are to get Richard out of the country.

I bet. Anything to save some
Greek V.I.P.

A habit which I fear is not the exclusive
province of the Greeks.

Suppose it was murder?

I see.
And where does that path lead to?

The monastery.

If it was Richard, he's sick.

They've taken him to the
Monastery of the Blood of Christ.

Well, thank you very much, Yanis,
for your help and transport.

Bye.

Not far now.

- Don't you see, Tony? Hydra...

The hundred-headed monster.

Each head when it was cut off
grew again,

by nature of some power derived
from its central body.

A kind of infection.

- Guaranteeing mortality.

But that's mythology.

But doesn't it remind you of any
cult or superstition?

It reminds me of all superstitions.

- Christianity for one.

The abbot says that in fact Chriseïs
did bring him up here to be cured.

That the monks had treated him...

- Cured? What from?
- An ancient sickness.

- Go on.
- Apparently she doesn't want him to be cured,

merely to be kept alive.

Now he says that
he thinks that

- she loves him, but that when
she has no further use for him

she'll cast him off.

Then let him die.

Now what's he talking about?
Do you know what he means?

I think I do.

Centuries ago the people of Hydra
brought this curse to the island.

The monks tried to fight it,

- and in so doing found a cure for it.
- What form is this curse or sickness take?

- It's to do with the blood.

Are you all right, Penelope?

Yes, I think I'll just go for a walk.

She looked a bit sick.
maybe I should go with her?

No, stay where you are.

No, I'll be all right.
Thank you.

Yes. The abbot says they took
this mountain path.

Where does it lead to?

To that old fort up there.

- Journey of about...

two, three hours.

Two or three hours.

That's only five miles.
We can use the land rover.

It's not passable.
It's just a mule track.

What's that all about?

The monks cells are normally
out of bounds to women.

But in this case the abbot has
given his permission.

You didn't just leave him there, did you?

- Leave who there?
- Richard.

He was lying there...dead.

- Where?
- In a temple, up there.

You come with me.

- Look.
- What happened?

The monks make some great moonshine.

You were suffering from wine
plus sunshine.

- Nothing worse.
- Oh!

You just take it easy now.

- You don't have to go, do you?
- I must.

- The abbot will look after you.
- Take me with you.

Now you rest.
We'll be back as soon as we can.

And with Richard.

Thank you.

Are you all right?
Put this on.

Tony?
He's in a trance.

- They've taken the mules.
- What?!

The bastards!

- We better carry him down.
- In the dark?

- No, we'll wait till dawn.
- Could you take the two kids with you?

Right. Pick up Penelope at the monastery,
and get her off the island.

- And Richard?
- I don't want Penelope to see him like this.

Bob?

He's awake.

I got your cable in Mykonos.

I wanted to stay till you came but...

Chriseïs' influence was too strong.

I found myself speaking in riddles.

I was trying to cheat her...

or you.

I don't know.

That's a pretty crazy riddle.

Ariston men idor.
Idor...you understood.

It was Derek Longbow.
A classical education still has its uses.

Where's Chriseïs?

She's gone.

- Try to sleep.
- You must watch for her.

She'll be back.

He's too weak to travel.

He's too sick to be carried down
in this condition.

I'll just have to pick up any
sort of transport I can get.

Where...where are you going?

Down to Hydra.

To make some arrangements
to get us out of here.

You can't go...not yet.
Anyone!

I must...protect you.

- Bob...
- Yes?

Take me outside.
Place me facing the mountains.

- Please.
- All right.

O Zeus, put strength back into my limbs.

Grant a safe passage to our friend
and deliver us from evil.

O Great Father of the Gods,
send us a sign.

What's this all about?

All this looking out at the sky.
He seems to be placating the gods.

Take care, Derek.

Look out!

- The eagle!

The eagle.

The eagle.
Did you see the sign?

- Didn't you count?
- Count what?

There are six people here...
and the eagle only swooped five times.

I'll get back as soon as I can.

That means one of us is must die here.

Soon.

I couldn't fight her.

I thought that she loved me.

I loved her.

I thought she was the escape
I was looking for.

But even then I couldn't...

- I couldn't...
- You don't have to tell us.

I must.

In case she comes back.

Go on, Richard.

I couldn't...

make love to her.

But Chriseïs said it didn't matter.

She said there were other things.

What things, Richard?

If we're going to help you
we must know.

- Where is Richard?
- I told you...at the fort.

Now don't worry, Richard
is going to be all right.

You said in a state of shock.

Don't try to hide anything, Derek.
How bad is he?

Well, he's suffering from
some kind of hallucination.

It would be better if he didn't see
you until he was in England.

Now you go home and say nothing.

That won't be difficult
if you don't explain!

Oh I wish I knew what the hell was happening.
What am I going to tell father?

Absolutely nothing. Just tell him that Richard
was taken ill and Tony will explain it all later.

Now bon voyage. Have a good trip.

- Bye.
- Bye bye.

I need your help.

- ...Athens.
- Athens?

- They don't trust us to carry out their inspections.
- Why?

They send their military to interfere.
He's waiting for you.

- There.
- Oh.

- Colonel Stavros?
- What did you find?

Well, it was some kind of
orgiastic ritual.

- And Fountain?
- He wasn't involved.

He was in a hypnotic trance.

You expect us to accept that story?

- In Corinth, Mykonos, Crete, Fountain was merely...
- An accessory after the fact!

- Yes.
- Major, this is an order...

- Get Fountain out of Greece not one minute...
- That's exactly what we intend to do.

We need to use your helicopter again.

In the mountains?

We can take landing flares, panels...

Very well.

- I will help you all I can.
- Thank you, Colonel.

Derek's taking his time.
Hope there's nothing wrong.

The whole thing is wrong.

But you can't see it.

Now look, I've been through the whole
syllabus of sexual deviation. If you know, tell me.

Look, I might as well put on a head dress,
some war paint and dance around you three times!

You'll never believe it.

Swooping eagles, monks with phony cures,
ritualistic murder!

There's got to be a perfectly logical
explanation, not this mumbo jumbo!

Mumbo jumbo?

- I suppose you don't believe in superstition?
- No.

- Never walked around a ladder?
- Never.

Or thrown salt over your shoulder?

All right, what's your explanation?

- Dependence.
- What?

Dependence.

Richard came to Greece
in search of freedom.

The plan backfired and he
became dependent on Chriseïs.

Because she's the inheritance of
an ancient and obscene practice.

Come on Bob, in this day and age?!

Look, only a year back a man
was sacrificed in a London park.

You've got your witches covens in Mayfair,
voodoo in Soho. How do you explain that?

Logic? Science?!

- Help!

- Over here!

This way!

That must be Chriseïs!
Go back!

Give me your hand!

Derek, try to get a foothold!

Bob!

- You killed her!
- It was an accident.

We've got to get off the island, fast!

- Help me with Richard.
- She's not dead yet!

What the hell are you trying to do,
you bloody fool?!

It was an accident.
What do you want to do, make it murder?

SEYMOUR: Hours seemed to pass before
the helicopter arrived to pick us up.

We had a difficult time convincing the
authorities in Athens with our story,

but were finally allowed to
take Richard back to England.

- Hello Tony.
- Hello Basil. How nice to see you.

- Sad business.
- Yes.

- How did it happen?
- In Hydra.

- Where's he buried?
- Athens.

He's have liked that.
Derek was fond of Greece...

- You know when I...
- Basil, lovely to see you again but I must dash.

- Let's have dinner some time.
- Yes.

- Richard!
- Where are you going?

Oxford.

- Take care.
- Of course.

SEYMOUR: The one man I knew who might
logically explain the vents in Greece

was Professor Holmstrom.

Vampirism is a phenomena popularly
associated with Central and Eastern Europe.

It is however, of course, universal,

though happily, extremely rare.

Mind you, the romantic aspects of vampirism
of course, we know mainly through the movies.

Count Dracula and such...

The immortal bloodsucker with
the over-developed molars.

Graves opening at sunset
as he goes forth on his nightly prowl

for beautiful victims.

Garlands of garlic to prevent our heroine from
donating her blood to an unworldly cause.

Ready holy cross, blinding the eyes
of our thirsty villain.

And finally, his gory demise, as the stake pierces his
heart and sends his tormented soul into another world.

That's charming, isn't it?

Oh, so much for the legend
of vampirism, Tony.

Hokum, I call it!

Yes, well you can call it what you like.

I happen to have spent a whole lifetime
studying the origins of man.

You see, so I know that there is a more
serious and scientific aspect.

For instance, did you know that vampirism
is a sexual perversion?

Erik, this is no time for jokes.

Sadomasochism my dear man, is no joke.

Now, sadomasochistic perversions,
as you know

are more likely to appeal to frigid females
and impotent males.

This friend of yours, what was his name?
What's his sexual status?

You know I really don't know.

Well, example: the man is impotent so
he's searching for fulfillment.

He meets a girl, well the girl...
or even a man I suppose,

Well let's skip the rather special cases
of the homosexual vampire shall we?

All right, anybody, anybody,
male or female,

provided they satisfy
his sexual appetite.

Are you trying to tell me that a girl
sucking blood from a man's neck

can induce an orgasm?

Yes, of course.

- Erik!
- Now come, come, Tony. Don't be so naive.

Man works and loves in many ways.

Now some men, for instance, get
excitement only from statues.

The Pygmalion syndrome.

Other men can only make
love in a coffin.

You have voyeurs, transvestites, narcissists,
bestialists... It's a funny old world we live in.

And by the same token you also have
masochistic vampires.

Now, if this is the case with your friend,
well, I must tell you, there is a grave risk.

- The best advice I can give you is
make sure he's not reminded of it.

- I'll do that.
I'm sure with some rest he'll recover.

SEYMOUR: Back at college, Richard rested,
then returned to his sporting activities and studies.

The shadow began to lift and gradually
his life seemed to return to normality.

Now, Richard, I hope you won't mind my
talking shop two weeks before term.

- Even if I did it wouldn't stop you.
- Quite!

I've got rather a tight schedule
for you I'm afraid.

First there's your official welcome back to college
at a quincentenary dinner.

- Lovely party, Walter.
- Very glad you could come.

Thank you.

I suppose I'll have to make a speech.

Oh, just something short and witty.

Then I've arranged that course of
lectures for you at Manchester.

In term, with all my other commitments!

Good money, plus expenses.

Help your status, dear boy.

And now for our other spot of business,
your engagement to Penelope.

I shall make the announcement tonight.

Aren't you rather taking things
for granted, sir?

I've hardly discussed the matter with Penelope.

I have. She's thrilled.

Penelope darling, I'm so delighted for you,
and you Richard.

- To Penelope and Richard, long life and happiness.
- Cheers.

God help them both.

I'm not even in college this term!

I've been put into some lousy boarding house
on the Woodstock Road.

Who arranged that?

Dr. Walter Goodrich.

Who else?

Typical!

Why that bastard!

We're back to square one, Richard.

Chriseïs won't like that.

Chriseïs won't like that at all!

Happy darling?

Yes, of course I am.

- How do you feel?
- Look.

I must finish this chapter tonight.

If I'm in the way...?
I'm sorry.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- All right, my darling.

Don't work too late.

- Good night, Richard.
- Good night

Chriseïs? Chriseïs?

Well that's what Mark Honeydew wrote me.

That your father's been putting
the pressure on Richard again.

Mark Honeydew's an old woman!

- Let's stick to the point, shall we?

Daddy's not putting the pressure on Richard.
He's arranging

- things out of kindness.

Then tell your father that
that type of kindness can kill.

Oh, stop being such a bloody bully, Tony.
I'm doing my best!

Well, it's just not good enough.
You've got... Hello...?

Hello? Penelope?

SEYMOUR: Bob Kirby rang me and said it
was vital I come to Oxford immediately.

There were signs that Richard
was beginning to crack again.

Mr. Kirby!

Bob!

- Geoff, will you excuse me a minute, please?
- Sure.

Okay, Bob, what's all this about?

- Are you sure?
- Quite.

But that's impossible.
She just can't be...

Look, I told you what we
should have done in Greece.

- But you wouldn't listen to me.
- That is over.

- Is it?
- All right!

The point is he
mustn't get any worse.

- Let's get him out of Oxford.
- It's Richard's speech tonight.

Speech? What speech?

- The quincentenary dinner.

- Do you remember at the Vice Chancellor's
election, there was the most frightful scene?

Charles Crabtree, that most
long-winded of orators...

Oh, and talking speeches, you will keep
yours brief, won't you, dear boy?

Of course.

Well, Charles' bladder had grown weak
with the yarn...

The payoff of some thirty minute anecdote of
total tedium, he suddenly flew from the high table

with his gown billowing out behind him
like Count Dracula's cloak.

Come along Robert.
Time for din din.

We mustn't keep dear
Dr. Goodrich waiting.

- Have you dined in the hall before?
- Yes, sir, I have.

Your Royal Highness. Excellency...
My lords, ladies and gentlemen...

It is my very great pleasure this evening
as Provost of Lancaster College

in the University of Oxford...
To welcome back to college

- our truly beloved magistrate...

Richard Fountain.

My friends, when a man comes back from
abroad it is as you know an ancient custom

that he brings a message.

Mine is a message of freedom.

Let us beware of those who seek to
possess our bodies and our minds.

- For the academic world

- dehumanises us, and we become
its natural dependents.

Love me says the academic

and do exactly as I tell you.

In this protection racket

of the establishment

the outsiders are labelled 'them'.
The collective enemy.

The reds, the blacks, the whites, the yellow peril.
We are brain-washed

into the same hatreds, of the same threats and
over the years our behaviour has become captive.

And so in brotherhood we plunge
to our own destruction.

But the gods...

The gods have given us freedom,
my friends.

Do not be trapped by the petty schemes
of academic hirelings.

The thieves who come to take your soul

are sitting among you now.

Smooth deceivers...

in scarlet gowns!

Preparing as soon as they rise
from this table

to leech on to you!

Such a man is sitting there!
Or there!

Or there. Or there.

Worst of all there!

Richard!

But that's not all, my friends.
Use your power...

Enough, Richard, enough!

Leave him alone.
You had your chance!

Richard. Take it easy.

Don't touch me!

Come on.

Quiet!

Be quiet and sit down!

I command you!

Richard.

Through there.

- Where did they go?
- Come on!

CHRISEÏS: Richard.

- Richard.

- Make love to me.
- Love me, love me, Richard.

- Love me...

- Make love to me, Richard.
Richard.

In there!

My god! You little bastard!

Richard!

- God!

As Provost of Lancaster College
in the University of Oxford

I am empowered to act as coroner

in respect of death which occurred
within the college precincts.

The privilege is granted to all provosts
of this college

by our founder, King Henry VI,

and is countenanced by his royal successors.

The inquest may take place in private
without the presence of the press, the police

or any other outside authority.

Only the verdict need be made public.

It is my verdict

that...
That Penelope Goodrich...

and Richard Fountain...

being misused by the world
did in equal consent

take their own lives.

The one by the letting of blood

the other by falling from a college building

while temporarily of unsound mind.

May God, and our beloved founder,
have pity for their souls.

SEYMOUR: Officially the matter was closed,
but as Bob had realised back in Greece,

I now knew there was one last act
still to be carried out.

I can't go through with it.

- We have to.
- I can't!