The Return of Count Yorga Page #2

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Mitzi, how do you feel?

Dizzy.

Mitzi, can you

tell us what happened?

All right, all right now.

Just relax.

Everything's going to be fine.

Take it easy.

You too?

Well, you have to admit

that something's odd

if all three of us

are this edgy.

Oh, all I'm asking is why.

What is it?

- A feeling.

- That's right.

- Oh, come on!

- It's a feeling.

Oh, boy, I tell you!

Marcia, I think we raised

ourselves a couple of scared? cats.

- I'm on their side.

- Oh, I forgot.

- Listen.

- What?

Shh!

-Huh?

I grant you that night winds

do stir the imagination.

But you three are behaving

like summertime in the ghetto.

Don't you sense a strangeness?

An unwanted curiosity?

Unwanted curiosity?

Now what

kind of talk is that?

Something's out there.

I better secure

those shutters upstairs.

- No, Bill.

- Oh, honey.

- Don't leave us.

- Oh, come on, honey.

Mother,

you're trembling.

Listen, Ellen, go get

your mother a shawl

and I want you to wake Tommy,

and bring Jennifer in here.

Right.

Tommy, darling,

couldn't you sleep?

- No.

- Come here.

Sit beside me.

Cynthia, give Tommy

some hot chocolate.

- Sure.

- There. How's that?

Now, you just relax

and the hot chocolate

will make you sleep.

Now I'm getting jittery.

- Oh!

- Father!

- Ah! Damn!

- Bill!

Get him into

the kitchen, and wash it.

How did that

damn thing open?

- I thought I'd locked it.

- Are you all right?

I'll just take a

little water, please.

I wish I knew what it was that

you all made me so afraid of.

Marcia, I'm going

to take a look around outside.

- Bill, please stay, don't leave.

- No, daddy, don't go. Please.

What's the matter?

All right, take it easy.

Take it easy.

- Is anything wrong?

- No, darling, nothing's wrong.

Where's Jennifer?

Oh, no! No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Cynthia.

This is Count Yorga.

I want you to relax.

Relax completely.

Permitting the innermost

resources of the mind and spirit

to open with unguarded trust.

Relax.

Relax.

You are to forget everything

that occurred

in your home this evening.

It will he wiped

from your memory forever.

All you will remember

is an automobile accident.

An accident that occurred

in front of my home.

And that we,

you and I, are

friends.

Cynthia.

Cynthia.

Who's that?

Count Yorga.

Oh.

Hello.

Thank you for taking care of me.

It was very kind.

Will I be all right?

The doctor wants you

to rest here for a few days.

Till you gain strength.

My family?

I notified them.

They'll be by tomorrow.

Poor mother.

She's frightened

of the least little scratch.

May I call them?

Not now.

It's late.

For now, sleep and get well.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

I'd like for you

and the boy to wait here.

- I'll stay with them.

- All right.

She says that window was broken.

There were others,

but that one she remembers.

That's been there

for a long time.

She says what

she tells us is true.

There were mutilated

bodies in this room

drenched in blood.

God help us.

A letter to Jennifer.

"Dear Jenny. We received

word that a relative of ours

is critically ill,

so we had to rush."

She says it's a lie.

"...so we had to rush.

"We'll be back in a few days.

We'll call later.

"Love to you, the reverend,

and the children.

Cynthia."

Tell the gentlemen

what we saw this morning.

Tommy, do you know

where the Nelsons are?

They went away.

- Where to?

- I don't know.

Why didn't you tell us

this before, Tommy?

The boy was sleeping.

Why would they leave

you alone, Tommy?

Why didn't they take you

back to the orphanage?

I don't know.

She thinks

the boy must he in shock.

- Did you see them leave?

- Mm-hm.

Now what?

I'm sorry, but we have

to assume everything's okay.

There's no evidence

to the contrary.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello.

Nothing makes sense.

There's discrepancies,

that's for sure.

Discrepancies?

Jennifer says she saw

massacred bodies, Tommy says no.

I'd hardly call that

a discrepancy.

One or the other

is an insane liar!

How do you accept

a story like Jennifer's?

Question is,

can we afford not to?

Why wouldn't

Cynthia call the reverend

if they were leaving?

Or tell Jennifer? She lives

in the same house.

I answered that one.

It was late, and they probably

thought the boy would tell them.

Are you sure Cynthia never

mentioned having relatives?

Uh-huh. Even

the reverend was surprised.

He never heard of any either.

I feel

so bloody helpless.

Jason, what do you know

about this Count Yorga?

Only that

he's some madman

who believes

in vampires. Why?

Well, I was

just thinking about Mitzi.

Remember those

marks on her throat?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

You're not thinking what I

think you're thinking, are you?

Well, what else

do we have to follow up on?

You better go visit

one of your colleagues.

Jason, of course I'm not

saying I believe in vampires.

But we've got

to begin somewhere.

We can't just disregard

Jennifer's story altogether.

We've got to go

on the assumption

that Jennifer's story is true.

I agree, but I mean,

don't tell me

you're thinking

in terms of vampires.

Well,

we don't know, do we?

David...

Well, I mean.

Maybe Count Yorga is right.

Maybe they do exist.

You ever heard

of Professor Rightstat?

No.

He's devoted his life

researching folklore

and the occults.

Vampires?

Well, for 30 years

I've been battling

the impenetrable mystique

that enshrouds

that fabled domain.

I've seen the tatters

of their desiccated flesh,

clinging to wooden stakes

wedged deep

between their

ancient crumbling ribs.

Why, I once saw a little child

clutching its slashed throat

ripped loose

by razor-edged fangs.

- Professor...

- Time, time and again

I've offered my life to prove

vampirism to the world.

Professor Rightstat, would you

help me investigate Count Yorga?

Uh, Professor Rightstat?

Huh?

- I said, would you help me?

- Kelp you?

Uh, no.

Help me. Would you help me?

- Oh, help you!

- Yes.

Uh, with what?

Investigate Count Yorga.

Yoga?

Yoga? Oh, no, no, no!

No, I don't believe in yoga.

Oh, sheer poppycock.

Tried it once about,

oh, 40 years ago.

Got caught in one of those

damned locust positions.

Took three men

to unwind my body.

Well, what's that got

to do with vampires?

You haven't read my book.

Come on, let me play.

Come on, Tommy.

Give me the ball.

I must be

allowed this experience.

I must find out if I can

recapture this emotion

so long kept from me.

You're a fool.

When she discovers what you are

she'll sicken at your name.

She will loathe you.

Kill her.

If you do not, you may

never see another moon.

You must not allow her to live.

Kill her.

Kill her.

Kill her.

I found

these clothes. I...

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

What matters is that

you look most beautiful

in what you chose to wear.

Thank you.

Whose are they?

To whom

their belong is unimportant.

Thank you, Brudda.

- You're not eating?

- No.

Brudda told me you were

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