All language subtitles for 021Doctor Dracula 1978

- Oh, it's you.

I knew it was you.

I knew I'd see you again, but
how did you get in?

You can't stay.

You can't stay here.

Why, why am I drawn to you so?

I have no defense against you,
Dracula.

Why?

Oh, oh no, don't.

- I'm speaking to you now

as if I have known you
all your life.

And we are joined by all that is
unholy and unperceived.

I want you to listen to me.

I'm speaking to you
heart-to-heart and mind-to-mind.

My voice is your voice.

My heartbeat is your heartbeat.

I'm speaking to you
heart-to-heart and mind-to-mind.

My voice is your voice.

What I think, what I feel,
what I wish

is what you think, what you feel,
and what you wish.

Have you ever had the impression
you were two people?

Do you feel anything?

- No.

Why, am I supposed to?

- Well, sometimes this
trick doesn't work.

Do you feel anything now?

- Oh, I, I think something's wrong.

- Well, it's too late to stop now.

- Oh god!

- Bravo, svengali.

Bravo.

- Lapses of time cannot
be remembered

by the very characteristics
of their nature.

We are all hypnotized by life.

This demonstration is but a small,
infinitesimal part

of what goes on beneath the surface
of our everyday lives.

At any given moment in our lives,

we are what we were and what
we always will be.

I am an illusion.

- What happened?

What happened?

- Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

we have all been duped.

- Oh yeah?

- Are they?

- I applaud you, Wainwright.

We were in the tradition of Houdini

and blackstone before you.

- I am not a magician.

- Indeed, you are not.

You are a pretender among a
coven of pretenders.

- And you are rude, sir,
whoever you are.

Excuse me.

- I have been excusing you all
evening, Wainwright.

You and your feeble trickery.

Mere illusion, child's play.

- You need a lesson in manners,
my friend.

- We are not friends.

- Mr. Wainwright, that
was fascinating,

absolutely fascinating.

- It was more than mere fascinating,
my dear.

- Please, please, I need
to talk to you.

- You were resisting my hypnosis.

I could feel it.

- I know, and I'm sorry.

Can't we try again?

I've got a lot on my mind.

- I'm sorry, not now.

- But it's my mother.

That's why we're here.

Please.

- I'm afraid that I am here
for a purpose also.

Perhaps some other time.

- But...

- Well, what do you think now,
Elliot?

You still intrigued

with our little society of
the occult here?

- That man, Wainwright.

- Fascinating gentleman,
don't you think?

No charlatan, I can assure you.

His new book will silence all the
doubters once and for all.

This is no mere folly, Elliot.

Be certain before you join us.

- Do you think he could really help?

She's haunted by the memory of her
mother even more than I.

- The wonders of the supernatural

are at your disposal, Elliot.

They always have been.

Oh, you're a skeptic.

If you could train yourself to
deliver your spirit,

to submit to greater powers,

a whole world would open to you.

Don't you feel the spirit power
generated here tonight?

It's all about us.

It pervades our very presence.

Now.

Look at the vigil lights.

Don't be absurd.

Your feeble gods and
superstitions are useless here.

- You said you'd help.

- And I will, Stephen,

once we give Wainwright's book
the proper send-off.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- You all right, dear?

- We're wasting our time,
father.

No one here really cares.

- Be patient, Steph.

Hadley Radcliff is one of
my best friends,

and he said he'd help. - Oh,
that old fool.

All he cares about is occultism and
his weird little circle

of friends. - Stephanie!

- Well, I'm sorry, father,
but it's true.

What is good is the supernatural if
it doesn't work for you?

I'm sorry, I just can't help it.

- I'm trying to help, Stephanie.

- My mother didn't just die,

and you know that as well as I do.

She was young and vital.

And I've got to know, father.

And I'm gonna find outwith or
without your help.

I have some ideas of my own
I'm going to pursue.

- My daughter, she's--

- an excitable young woman.

- Ever since her mother died.

They were very close.

Maybe if she hadn't been away out at
college at the time.

Oh, excuse me, you are Dr. gregorio.

Radcliffs been telling
me about you.

Stephen Elliot.

- Unlike our
enterprising young author,

I deal not in illusion, nor
am I a magician.

I'll leave that to Wainwright and
his svengali fixation.

Your daughter's a fine young woman.

I deal in psychiatry, Mr. Elliot.

I'm in the book, anatole gregorio.

And when you have finished
subjecting your daughter

to these charlatans,

you might consider providing
professional help.

That is, if you care as much about
her as you say you do.

She does need care.

- Ooh, I'm sorry.

Oh, how clumsy of me.

Well, it wasn't deliberate.

I feel your eyes punishing me.

- I don't punish.

- Well, I need another drink.

Would you join me?

- I don't drink.

- Very well.

Just trying to make amends.

- Perhaps another time.

- I enjoyed your book, Dr.
Wainwright.

- Well, thank you very much.

- You know, you even look
like svengali.

- Yes, many people have said that.

- Excuse me.

Won't you join me at the
bar for a moment?

- Well, thank you very much.

It would be my pleasure.
- Thank you.

- Excuse me.

- Thank you.

Goodbye.

- There's one question I've
meant to ask you.

Tell me, how do I know

that you're really the
second svengali?

- You saw my demonstration.

- Oh, well, yes, your,

your demonstration was
very persuasive.

But, after all, those tricks could
have been performed

by any competent magician.

It was mere illusion.

- I the fact that my publisher
has not read my book

is highly insulting.

- But of course I haven't read
your book.

If you'll forgive me for not
using your stage name,

Dr. Wainwright, let me
remind you that,

before you entered this
business of illusions,

you were famous as a brilliant
university scholar.

That's why we bought
your manuscript.

- Well, one talent does not
imply the other.

Many brilliant scholars
are useless fools.

- So are many authors.

- But you believe in my
psychic powers?

- I do not doubt your psychic
powers, svengali.

It's the character of Dr. Wainwright

that raises certain
difficult questions.

- The reason that svengali chose me

for his incarnation and
manifestation

are clearly outlined in my book,

copies of which, thanks to you,

are appearing in any
bookstore in this country.

If you'll excuse me, sir Steven.

- Just a minute, Dr. Wainwright.

If you are really the
second svengali,

then you'll remember who I am.

- The blood of the rose.

Then no one's been fooled.

- Dr. Wainwright, everyone
has been fooled

except me.

- What do you want?

There's no way that
anybody cannot know.

But if it's obvious to you, it's
obvious to everybody else.

- I'll tell you.

No one imagines that you're
really svengali.

Everyone thinks it's a
conventional publicity stunt.

A man writes a book about
reincarnation,

of course he claims to be
reincarnated himself.

Especially in the case of a
character as strong as svengali.

And they all think it's a
gimmick that we created

to add a little charm and glamor to
a scholarly treatise.

And scholarly treatise, by the way,
that's a bestseller.

The clearest proof to me that
everyone has been fooled.

Enjoy the show, Dr.
Wainwright.

- They do that
all the time.

- Why?

- Life gave him a small brain
and a big appetite.

He thinks it's the other way around.

- Who is he?

- Roland's the manager of this club.

Although, he'll take what he
can get on the side.

Because he's a pimp at heart,

he thinks everybody's that way.

You know, he even takes
money from poor bobo.

- Bobs'?

The magician?

What's wrong with bobo?

- Bobo can't hear, and
he can't speak.

The way he expresses himself is
through his magic tricks.

Don't you think that's fantastic?

- Bobo lies with his magic.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
bobo the magician.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the beautiful butterfly, Noel.

- Yeah, that a girl.

- What about a man who
doesn't have to lie

to get what he wants?

- I don't follow what you mean.

- Suppose that there was a man

who could make you do whatever
he wanted you to.

Like a hypnotist.

Is that possible?

- No,

you'd have to be willing.

I mean, a hypnotist
can't make you do

what you don't want to do.

Although,

I do believe that a
certain kind of man

has power over women.

Life being what it is,

I'm certain this
happens all the time.

- To be swept off her feet by the
look in a man's eyes,

is that a young girl's fantasy?

- No.

That's an old man's fantasy.

I guess it's everybody's fantasy.

- I'm here.

- I want a life.

We need a pure soul.

She'll do.

- How much time do I have?

- Seven days.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Wainwright, i
don't mean to intrude,

but I really have to see you.

- I see no one without
an appointment,

especially at this hour.

- Please, don't ask me to leave.

There is no one else.

At least hear me.

With your knowledge of svengali
and his mental powers,

and after watching you this evening,

I just know you can reunite us,

bring us together somehow,
my mother and I.

I can feel it.

Can't you?

- Perhaps.

But just for a few moments.

Tell me about your mother.

- She was the picture of health, Mr.
Wainwright.

She couldn't just die.

She was full of life.

- Tell me what you think happened.

- Well, there was a peaceful
smile on her face

when her body was found.

But she died violently, I know that,
Mr. Wainwright.

Why else would I have these
terrible nightmares

about her dying.

- What do you expect from me?

- If you could reunite
us in some way,

just so I could be sure my
mother rests in peace.

- I have no power.

That wasn't me this evening.

- Then svengali, or whoever it
is you call upon.

I'd gladly trade places with her.

- Look into my eyes.

Deep into my eyes.

Deeper.

Think of nothing but my voice.

- Yes.

- Svengali hears you, my dear.

And this time you will
pay attention.

- Yes.

- Anyone so willing to trade
places with the dead,

you must find a place for
such selflessness.

- Yes.

- Deeper.

I want you to visualize your mother.

Everything that's happening.

Tell me
exactly what you see.

- Her face.

- Tell me what you're seeing.

- Her face.

It's becoming pale,

drawn.

Chalk white.

And her blood.

- Blood.

- Blood is being drained from her.

- Go on.

- She's making noises.

Like she's in agony.

Oh, oh no, don't.

It sounds awful.

She's listless.

And now she's limp.

Lifeless.

- Someone must pay for this,
Stephanie.

- Yes.

- The deeds of fiends must be
paid for in kind.

You will obey only the
will of svengali.

And you will not doubt his
power ever again,

will you, Stephanie?

- No, svengali.

- And Stephanie will
punish the enemies

of svengali, as well.

Yes.

- Blessed be the name of Satan,

king of the universe.

Blessed be the seven-horned beast.

Blessed be all his
incarnations of evil.

- Stephanie.

For heaven's sakes, what
are you doing?

Stephanie, darling.

Stephanie, darling.

- Damn your soul.

- Stephanie, what are you saying?

- Damn your soul. - Darling,

what are you saying?

- Damn your soul. - Stephanie.

Stephanie.

God, what's happening?

Stephanie?

Stephanie, darling.

- Effective instruments of
persuasion, wouldn't you say?

They were used at loudun.

You know, to exercise the
devils of loudun.

Huxley wrote a book on it.

Seems the good sisters were
consumed with lust.

And richelieu, in turn,

had the local padre
burned at the stake.

Similar to that one over there.

It originated during the
first crusade.

- Hadley.

Hadley, this is grisly.

This is hardly the place
for a meeting.

Especially since the way
Stephanie's been acting.

- So you say-

sounds like your daughter

had a genuine flair for
the dramatic.

No doubt something she
inherited from Valerie.

- Touche, Hadley.

But neither my wife nor my daughter
are a joking matter.

These last few months have
been too bizarre,

ever since Valerie was buried.

- Your wife died long before that,
my friend.

She was preparing for death,
from what you told me.

She gave you every sign,
and you ignored it,

just as you're ignoring the same
signs from Stephanie.

- I'm not interested in your
supernatural speculations.

My daughter's on the verge of a
nervous breakdown.

I saw it!

- No need to be harsh, Elliot.

I'm merely trying to help.

- I'm sorry.

We just haven't been ourselves
these last few months.

Hadley.

Hadley, Stephanie seems possessed.

The memory of her mother is
tormenting her beyond reason.

- Possession, you say.

Hmm.

Something we might be
able to deal with.

- Hadley, let's get out of here.

- Elliot, we're in the
company of sorcerers,

wizards, diviners, shamans of
the highest order.

Can't you feel them?

Close your eyes, man.

They're amongst us.

- Hadley, for god's sakes--

- gods.

Damn your soul, Elliot.

I speak to you of immortality, and
you speak to me of gods.

It's blasphemy.

Where's the adventure in your soul?

You see these torches?

Relics of the druids who burned
them 3,500 years ago

at stonehenge.

A sect that worships the sun by day

and lit up the skies at night in
homage to the pagan spirit.

Beelzebub, azazel, abbadon,

mephisto, belial, lblis,

all the messengers of his
satanic majesty.

Prepare yourself for the
visitation of demons, Elliot.

We must purge your doubt.

Not only yours,

but those of your bewitched
daughter as well.

- What do you do?

- You really wanna know?

I'm a magician.

But that's not important.

The important thing is that you and
i have lunch tomorrow.

- Hey trilby, come on,
i wanna get home.

- Ok.

Ok.

Tomorrow.

No tricks.

- No tricks.

- Wow.

How did you do that?

- Tomorrow.

- Steph.

- Mother, talk to me from the
rivers of eternity.

Call to me as I call to you.

Guide my soul so that i
might join you.

Speak to me.

From the Springs

of the fire,

I instruct you,

leave me alone.

Tread not this path,

for it will destroy you.

Leave this

black magic.

Leave me

be.

- Oh, Stephanie.

And I just didn't know who else
to turn to, doctor.

- Could be demonic possession.

But that's not really my specialty,
Mr. Elliot.

And without the girl to examine.

- Well, I didn't wanna move her.

I was afraid to.

I've been trying to think this
thing out all night.

I don't know whether to have her
committed or what.

- It's just about light outside,

and I was just about to go to sleep.

- Time doesn't exist for me, doctor.

- You must leave, I insist.

- But doctor, you said you'd help,
just the other evening.

- But at a reasonable hour.

- But, doctor, you must help me.

Money's no object.

I'll pay you anything that you like.

I'd sell my very soul.

Doctor, please.

Stephanie's the only thing I have.

She's the only thing I have left.

Only her life means something to me.

Please, I just wanna see her
happy once again.

- You see that
Stephanie contacts me.

- Oh, thank you, doctor.

You will help her?

I've never been an
advocate of psychiatry.

I've never had a need to.

But I just didn't know
where else to turn.

- I'll make no promises, understand?

Now, you must leave.

- I, I hope you don't think
I've been rude.

But I've been under such
strain and such stress.

Thank you, doctor.

- Thanks are premature.

Now, you must leave.

- Of course, doctor.

Thank you, thank you.

Goodnight, doctor.

- What sort of people come here?

- The rich, the very rich,
and the unemployed.

- The unemployed?

- The artists.

- Svengali.

- Sir Steven.

Won't you join us?

- If I wouldn't be intruding.

- Oh, sir Steven, this is trilby.

- Oh, I remember you from the club.

Why'd you call him svengali?

- It's an old joke.

- I wrote a book on svengali, and
Steven's my publisher.

- Oh, I see.

- I enjoyed your dance.

Tell me, what do you think
about up there, huh?

- Gosh, I don't really
think about anything.

You know, it's just a job.

- Hmm.

I'm giving a party Saturday night.

I hope you can both come.

- Wow, that would be wonderful.

It's my birthday, and i
have the day off.

That is, if it's all right with you,
John.

- I'm certain it's all
right with svengali.

- Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Oh, none of that, don't worry.

- What do you want with her?

- I must pass on to
another incarnation.

That's how it must be.

- But why her?

Why is she so special?

If you want a soul, let me
get you a soul.

- Don't you realize that if you
don't follow my command,

your incarnation as John
Wainwright will be canceled?

- I'm sorry.

Please excuse the indiscretion.

If you want her soul, you
shall have it.

- What's wrong with you, svengali?

Are you beginning
to feel emotional?

Are you falling in love
with this girl?

- I've been having difficulties
with Dr. Wainwright.

- Difficulties?

Of what sort?

- He's trying to reemerge.

You know, if he reemerges, svengali
is finished forever.

- Not
just svengali.

It's my last chance, too.

The reason Wainwright is reemerging

is because we are losing
psychic energy.

The only thing that can save us

is an aggressive incorporation

of a new psychic energy source.

That's why we need that girl.

- What is she?

- She is a unique and unusual soul.

We've been looking for someone like
her for over 60 years.

In fact, you were reincarnated
just to bring her to us.

- Oh, what an intriguing place.

I suspected as much.

I knew you were one of us, doctor.

You know, no one at Radcliffe. Seems
to know how you are.

But I said, that's one
interesting man.

Why, he radiates mystery and
feelings of the occult,

while the rest of us merely flirt
with the supernatural.

And then Radcliff said--

- Radcliff is a fool.

Can I get you glass of wine?

- Whatever you're having, doctor.

Your place really is spooky, doctor.

It's as though it were
decorated by the devil.

What's in here?

Something forbidden and
positively naughty, I'll bet.

- Yes, my dear.

Positively naughty.

- Why, doctor, you are wicked.

I should have known.

I've always wanted to make
love in a coffin.

You sly devil.

I'll bet you knew all along.

- Yeah, I know.

But.

- Hey, do you--

- do you want some company?

- No.

No,.

- Hiya, wanna party?

- Get in the car.

Tell me, my dear, what
would you do for $100

you wouldn't focus on for 20?

- Touch, touch me.

Oh please.

Like me.

No?

Yes.

Oh, I, I want.

Touch me, please.

Please.

- Is she satisfactory?

- After this initiation ceremony,

we will find some uses for her.

Where did you find her?

- What does it matter?

Is this what's going to
happen to trilby?

- Are you in love with her?

You must not let your
emotions interfere

with the performance of your duty.

What makes trilby so
attractive to you?

- She has a beautiful soul, a rare
and vital presence.

I realize that by falling in love,

I risk my entire existence.

But this is not the ordinary love of
mere physical beauty.

I am enamored with the soul of
a sinner.

- But we are
losing power!

Don't you understand that you
cannot let this happen?

Deliver trilby.

- I don't think I can
last that long.

- You must.

Watch over over her,

and don't use your power unless it
is absolutely necessary.

- This is destroying me.

- No!

No!

- We must have trilby.

I thought that was fully understood,
Wainwright.

- This is totally unnecessary,

to, to subject trilby
to such torture.

- You talk like a fool.

You and I both know our own
existence is at stake.

Immortality, man.

For god's sake.

You don't understand the
seriousness of this.

Without the sacrifice of trilby,
we all perish.

It's taken 60 years of searching

for us to arrive at this point.

Why else do you think
svengali's spirit

has been reincarnated?

Why else do you think we woo you,
Wainwright?

Or is it svengali?

I never know who is in control.

Are you going to be all right?

- I'm fine, you old fool.

- Yes.

That's more like it.

Once trilby has paid our debt,

you can have anyone you like.

Stephanie would perfect.

Of course.

She needs a strong,
disciplined influence.

Her father's nothing
more than a wimp.

I can see gregorio's
already interested.

- I see you're easily distracted.

All a part of your illness,
I'm sure.

That'll soon be behind you.

You haven't said why you're here.

Because of your condition,

I expected to meet with you tomorrow

as your father arranged.

- I'm not really sure why I'm here.

- Well, it's time you went home.

I want you well-rested for our
little visit tomorrow.

Besides, these people and
their so-called power,

the magic is nonexistent.

- Ah, you're looking better already,
my dear.

Either your father is an alarmist,

or you have found the medicine here
among us, Stephanie.

Leaving so early, doctor?

The ceremonies have barely started.

Has he sold you on our
intimate little enclave?

Just mysterious enough to
arouse your curiosity,

I should think.

- Her imagination is what created
her problem, Radcliff,

a highly active one.

I think it's time the patient took
her imagination home

and put it to bed.

- Don't be absurd.

You're defeating our own purposes

I promised Elliot we would do
everything we could

to exorcize whatever it is

that's tormenting this poor child.

The time is almost at hand.

Come, Stephanie, observe the altar.

- Remove your hand, please.

This woman is under my care,
Radcliff.

Now.

- Don't abuse my hospitality,
doctor.

You're exhausting my Patience,
as you always do.

You are a guest here.

This child needs treatment

that only the purest
magic can provide.

I'm the leader of these proceedings.

This enclave was organized for
the patronization

of his satanic majesty, and
for no other reason.

You'll have to continue your
futile experiments

in psychiatry elsewhere.

This is the domain of the demon god.

No other shall celebrate in spirit,

or exercise their,

their...

- Good evening, Radcliff.

- Good evening.

- I don't know that I wanna go.

- No one asked you what you wanted.

You're still under that fool's
insignificant power.

But I'm about to show you
what real power is.

Everlasting power.

And why do you want to be
reunited with your mother?

She may not want to meet with you.

- Oh, but she will.

- Wouldn't be so sure.

At last she's free.

She's no longer enslaved by a
limited existence.

- But her death, it was so gruesome.

- Death.

I'm sure she left this
particular world joyfully.

Death can be a rapturous release.

- If only that were true.

- You still doubt me.

Very well.

You may ask her for yourself.

- You are joking.

- I promised your father I would rid
you of your suspicions

and bring you peace.

- Mother?

- Hello, dear.

You look pale and drawn.

You should be home resting.

- What are
you doing here?

If you knew how I worried.

- I'm under the doctor's care.

You need never worry again.

Now, now.

I know how you feel.

No!

Stay where you are.

Why is she here?

- Mother, my god.

- Get her out of here!

- There's no need for jealousy,
Valerie.

Not among us.

- I've been waiting for you,
gregorio.

- Mother, what's happened to you?

- Get out of here.

- Mother, why are you
being so cruel.

- Leave us.

Gregorio belongs to me.

- Valerie.

I hate violence.

It's so unnecessary.

I can save you from dreadful
experiences like that forever.

- That's not my--

- I assure you,

it is.

- Your pain gives me pleasure.

Your terror becomes my happiness.

I delight in your misery.

- Who, who are you?

What is this place?

- Don't ask questions.

I'll tell you what you need to know.

- Let me, let me go.

- No.

When you understand what's in
store for you here,

you will consider yourself
extremely fortunate.

We're interested in people like you

who are extremely sensitive.

People who are passionate.

Now, you chose to be a prostitute.

- It's how I make my living.

- Well, now, you won't have
to lie anymore.

We've given you the gift of a
compulsion to obey.

For the first time in your life,
you'll,

you'll act truthfully.

- What will become of me?

- You'll, you'll exist at
your outer limits.

You're completely free
to be and say,

and do anything you want.

It's in consistence with your desire

to be entirely a slave.

It's the privilege of a very few

to become a sensual object.

Kiss my feet.

Masters are rare.

Slaves,

plentiful.

- You're right, sir Steven.

I'm glad I was brought here.

I feel a lot better about the
direction my life has taken.

I'm sure of myself now.

I now know where I'm going.

I feel alive.

I owe it all to you.

Your pleasure is my pain.

My misery is your happiness.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Life itself is so strong that
it defies the bounds

of petty logic and mere causality.

Human life can transcend
the individual

and partake of the universe

through an intense
crystallization of form.

And that is how
reincarnation is possible,

if the spirit is strong.

- What makes the spirit strong?

- The incorporation of other souls.

Human sacrifice.

- I've heard about such things.

But you don't mean to say that
they go on today?

I mean, that's murder.

- Murder.

Well, murder is a very hard
term to define.

People who are
participating in a sacrifice

don't look upon it as murder,
merely part of a process.

At least, that's my
understanding of it.

- I really don't understand
these things too well.

Besides, I've got things a
lot more important

on my mind than reincarnation.

- What do you mean?

Is something wrong?

- You know, it's like this.

You meet a guy, he seems nice.

And then later you discover that
deep, deep down inside,

he's a weirdo or a Frankenstein.

You have a nice time with him.

He buys you dinner.

He takes you home.

Then he expects you to treat him

like your husband or your lover.

And when you don't,

he starts to grow fangs,
like Dracula,

or looking at you like,
like svengali.

What do you want with me anyway?

- I need your soul.

- I've gotta go.

Time for work.

- Keys.

Where's my keys?

Leave me alone.

No.

- What are you wearing?

- Do you like it?

- You're a very beautiful woman.

- You're a beautiful man.

- Roses are my favorite flower.

- I kind of thought they might be.

- You're going to have to leave.

Trilby, you have to leave right now.

Jeremy, could you come in
here immediately?

Please, don't ask me why.

Just, you have to leave.

Now.

Jeremy!

I'll get in touch with you
tomorrow or at the club.

Wait for my phone call.

- Why? - Jeremy, could you please

escort this young lady home now,
immediately.

Thank you very much.

Goodnight, trilby.

Goodnight, trilby.

- Geez, huh, like that.

- Deja vu or lapses of memory
followed by headaches

are sometimes
indications of possession

by reincarnated spirits.

Superconscious knowledge

can overpower the
spirit of the beast.

To exorcize, become conscious of
the spirit's weakness.

Notice the attraction you body has

for things which your mind does not.

It means that an alien soul
is using your body.

It means that an alien soul
is using your body.

To reverse the process, to gain
control of the alien soul,

use the weaknesses and
desires of the alien.

The soul.

Deja vu or lapses of memory
followed by headaches

are sometimes
indications of possession

by reincarnated spirits.

Superconscious knowledge

can overpower the
spirit of the beast.

To exorcize, become conscious of
the spirit's weakness.

To reverse the process,

and to gain control of
the alien soul,

use the weaknesses and desires
of the alien soul.

I've exorcized him.

It worked.

It worked.

- Put that away.

You can't kill me.

You'd only be killing yourself.

Don't be a fool.

- What do you want with trilby,
svengali?

- Trilby is a goddess.

An eternal energy source.

She's a link between this
life and the next.

- It's incredible.

- I'm sorry for you, Dr. Wainwright.

But she must die

in order that we live.

- Who's, who's we?

- We are the society of
the bleeding rose.

Or as you innocent fools call us,

the evil ones.

But you don't understand
that's evil for one

is good for another.

- I won't let you get away
with this, svengali.

I know too much.

- Your rational powers are nothing

compared to ours, Dr. Wainwright.

We've had the knowledge of
centuries and centuries

before your so-called
rational thought

was ever invented.

- I'm free of you now, svengali.

- Not for long.

- What do you mean you're
responsible for Roland's death?

You hypnotized him?

Really, John, that
sounds incredible.

You?

- Look, trilby, I don't
have much time.

Very soon it's going to be dangerous
for you to be with me.

This is going to sound strange.

But

I'm gonna try to kill you.

- John, you must be freaking out.

Have you been dropping something?

- I've learned to detach
myself from nature,

but this is a very vulnerable state.

And during one of these states,

I was possessed by an
incarnation of svengali,

a real svengali, a
satanic incarnation.

And

they need your psychic power.

Svengali's been sent to get you.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- As soon as svengali takes
possession of my again,

he's going to control you.

There is nothing you
can do about it.

Trilby, please, just get away.

Immediately.

Please.

- But how--

- I can feel him trying
to get me again.

I've got to get out of here.

Now, look, trilby, if you
ever see me again,

don't look into my eyes.

- John?

- Right here, at
the off Broadway.

Naked, naked.

Topless females are back on-stage.

- No need to be nervous with
me along, Stephanie.

- Why is she here?

Oh, don't.

- What are you
thinking about?

- My mother.

She's always on my mind.

- Tonight will be a
revelation for you.

I'll help you acheive a new
level of thought.

- Just exactly what is this
mysterious rite

you're taking me to at
Radcliffs house?

- A sacrificial black mass.

- Black mass?

- Yes, those fools who believe

in the so-called powers of Satan
summon up their strength

in what they think is
their time of need.

- Is that what Radcliffs
study of the occult

has led him to?

- Exactly.

Radcliff, sir Steven,

and your friend who
thinks he's svengali

has deluded themselves into thinking

that their devil worship can
bring them eternal life.

They're headed in the
wrong direction.

Radcliff is really the one who
controls their weak minds.

Each one of them a power within
himself to extend his life

or to bring about his
own destruction.

- But you said it was a
sacrificial mass.

- It is.

Tonight you will bear witness to
the death by sacrifice

of a young woman named trilby.

- A human sacrifice?

- Yes.

And there's nothing you or anyone
else can do to stop it.

- You got me into this, you save me.

Because I don't wanna die.

Not like this.

- It's too late.

- What's he doing?

- Let's get on with it.

It's almost time.

- Wait until the
stroke of midnight.

- It's too late.

She is dead, you fools.

There is an enemy among us

within this unholy circle.

Her neck is punctured.

The work of a vampire.

We are doomed.

You betrayed us!

We shared our magic with you, and
now we must perish.

- We shared nothing.

Cheap theatrics.

I have the knowledge, the wisdom,

and the experience of
centuries at my command.

- You destroyed her.

Her sacrifice meant our
eternal life!

- She was never yours, magician.

She was always mine for the taking,
as are all of you.

- You are no match for svengali.

Bloodless creature.

You will perish under my...

- You didn't really expect
your feeble rituals

to be any match for me.

- You

will perish

with us.

- They're dead, each and
every one of them.

- But how did it happen?

- Through the power of the mind.

Just as Wainwright was
convinced he was possessed

by the spirit of svengali,

they all believed their time
was running out.

Even without trilby,
they were doomed.

Their subconscious minds willed it.

Your getting involved with them

almost proved a fatal mistake.

- But it was only
because of my mother.

That's why I went to Wainwright.

I thought he could help.

My mother and I were very close,

and it's been difficult
living without her.

- I know that.

And you know that I'm the only one

that can show you the way,

just as I was able to show you that
your mother still lives.

- And so what can you do for me?

- Reunite you with your mother

in a new and eternal form of life.

- To be the way she is?

- Yes.

- A lost soul with the life
drained out of it.

No.

I'd rather give up my own life to
see my mother at peace.

But the only way I can do that

is to destroy the creature who
made her the way she is.

You, gregorio.