The Brides of Dracula Page #3

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- If that is what you wish.

- That is a promise?

- Yes.

- Good.

This is Mademoiselle Danielle.

She has come to take up her appointment.

Will you come in?

I'll tell the principal you are here.

I'll see to it, Elsa.

You must be Marianne Danielle,

are you? I'm Frau Lang.

- Welcome to the Academy.

- Thank you.

This is Dr. Van Helsing.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

He has been kind enough to

accompany me from the last village.

- Her coach broke down.

- There was an accident?

You are alright, aren't you, my dear?

No bones broken or anything?

- Thank you. I'm quite alright.

- But she lost all her luggage.

How unfortunate.

We can fix you up with

anything you want until it's retrieved.

Come along and meet Herr Lang.

He'll have heard you arrive and

he doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Between you and me, he's rather a stickler.

- I must get back to my...

- Oh no, please come too, Dr. Van Helsing.

You can help explain everything.

Mademoiselle is a little late

and Herr Lang is so very punctilious.

A wonderful man...

...wonderful but just a little terrifying.

Now, girls, don't stand there staring.

Christina, you'll catch a fly

in that mouth if you don't shut it, dear.

Let me do the talking.

Otto, my love...

- ...Mademoiselle has arrived.

- So I heard.

- Late.

- I'm sorry.

Mlle., punctuality

comes next to cleanliness.

- But, Otto, the poor girl...

- Excuses, always excuses.

I assure you, sir, that this was unavoidable.

- And who might you be?

- A friend of Mademoiselle's.

I've made it a rule, sir,

a rule of the Academy.

The staff are allowed

no followers. No followers.

I'm a doctor.

Lydon University?

Almost a colleague.

My dear Dr. Van Helsing,

you had only to tell me.

Heavens. How could I be

expected to recognize...

...a doctor of philosophy,

doctor of theology...

...professor of metaphysics

by the cut of his trousers?

I trust, Herr Lang, that you will allow me

to visit Mademoiselle during her stay?

My dear doctor, the rule is

already rescinded in your favour.

Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me.

Dear sir, your most

obedient servant, always.

Come along now, dear.

I'll show you your room.

Come along now, girls. No more dawdling.

You heard what I said.

Gina, I shall want you

in a moment, dear.

How can I thank you enough

for your kindness?

- By keeping your promise.

- I'll try.

And don't let that

ogre in there frighten you.

Please call again

whenever you may be passing, doctor.

Frau Lang.

- Goodbye, Mademoiselle.

- Au revoir.

Please, I can see myself out.

- Such a charming man.

- Yes, a kind man.

Yes. Gina.

She's a student teacher like you.

Gina, Mademoiselle has only just arrived

and she doesn't know anybody.

I want you to show her to her room.

- Yes, Frau Lang.

- Room number 14.

I always feel strange when

I arrive in a new place, don't you?

You'll settle down. Come along.

Why, Father? Why should it happen to her?

She was like a mother to her

two little sisters.

Why should God in his wisdom

permit these things?

Where is she, my son?

Where is she, Hans?

You know I must go to her.

You're too late, father. She is buried.

Where?

In the churchyard, where else?

In hallowed ground?

Well, isn't that the right

of every man and woman?

May God forgive you.

She's dead, isn't she? Why can't

she lie in peace like all the rest?

Because she is not like all the rest.

You know how she died, my son.

I know how your heart bleeds

but she can't lie there.

Please, father.

Please let her stay.

Even if you can't give her the

blessing of our holy Mother Church...

...please let her stay.

My son...

...you must pull out of your mind

the idea that she ever was your daughter.

She is no longer like the living.

Not even, God help us, the dead.

No.

Please drink this.

Poor man.

- And I am powerless. Powerless!

- Perhaps I can help.

- Who are you?

- You sent for me.

- Dr. Van Helsing.

- Thank God you've come.

Thank God.

There.

- Will you unpack yourself, sir?

- Thank you.

What is this...

vampirism, should I call it?

It's the survival of

one of the ancient pagan religions...

...in their struggle against Christianity.

And the first I suppose, the vampire?

The undead.

- And that passes on?

- Yes.

The vampire, by its kiss,

taking the blood from its victim...

...makes it another vampire.

So, the cult grows.

Infinitely slowly, but it grows.

The vampire rests in the day,

usually in his tomb...

...issuing as a living form only at night.

That means they need

the help, the protection...

...of a human being

during the hours of daylight.

For instance?

A mother who may hide

an infected son or daughter.

Or a servant...

...either hypnotized or

so devoted to the master...

...they don't realize

the evil they are doing.

- A lost soul?

- Possibly.

If it wasn't for this protection...

...vampires could be tracked down during

the day and destroyed.

How can they be destroyed?

By driving a wooden stake

through the heart or by burning.

The tormented soul is then released

to return to the peace of death.

These colonies, such as you

have here, must be wiped out.

Only then will this bondage of hell

be lifted from the world.

Are there ways of telling these undead

from the living?

They are repelled by holy things

and Christian images.

They are thin.

They have an air of hunger about them.

- They cast no reflection.

- Not in water?

- Not in a mirror?

- No.

And some have the power

to transform themselves into bats.

- Is that the girl's grave?

- Yes, it must be.

There's still time. The sun's not down yet.

She won't be active until then.

Is that sacrilege?

No, father. It's, as I told you,

an act of healing.

She'll be in God's hands again

and can lie in consecrated ground.

I pray that it may be so.

If I don't stop her now,

she'll rise again as an undead...

...and a new cycle of evil will begin.

Remember, they are my people.

I am their priest.

Then pray for me.

I will, my son.

And please...

...will you take this with you?

It contains holy water.

It may be of service to you.

Thank you, Father.

Wake up. Wake up.

Wake, dear, wake up.

It's time to awake you.

The master's waiting...

...waiting to see you.

Come on, wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up, my dear.

Are you about ready?

No, I can't help you.

You've got to be strong.

What?

Yes, I know it's dark,

but you've got to push.

Yes, push.

That's right, push.

Now, just one little effort more.

You'll soon be here.

Come, now. Come, my precious.

That's right. Come, my little love.

There, the master is waiting.

There she is.

There she comes. There's

my little beauty. A clever one.

There's my clever one.

Stop!

- In the name of the Almighty...

- Get away.

Get away from here.

Go, little one, quickly.

- I'll tear your eyes out.

- Hurry, my son, before the girl gets away.

Who is it that is not afraid?

Only God has no fear.

- Why do you come here?

- To find your son.

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