All language subtitles for Blood.of.Dracula.s.Castle.1969.1080p.BluRay.AAC.x264-HANDJOB765

(upbeat music)

♪ Next train out ♪

♪ I'm on the next train out ♪

♪ I'm takin' the next
train out of this town ♪

♪ Out of your sight ♪

♪ Out of your arms ♪

♪ Out of your way ♪

♪ I thought I had something here

♪ To make me stay ♪

♪ The next train out ♪

♪ I'm on the next train out ♪

♪ Wherever the next
train goes, I will go ♪

♪ Go to the west ♪

♪ Go to the north ♪

♪ Go to the moon ♪

♪ All that we have is over now ♪

♪ And all too soon ♪

♪ The next train out ♪

♪ I'm on the next train out ♪

♪ I'm takin' the next
train out of this town ♪

♪ Out of your sight

♪ Out of your arms ♪

♪ Out of your way

♪ I thought I had something here

(car sputtering)
♪ To make me stay ♪

♪ The next train out ♪

♪ I'm on the next train out ♪

♪ Wherever the next train goes I will go ♪

♪ Go to the west ♪

♪ Go to the north ♪

♪ Go to the moon ♪

♪ All that we have is over now ♪

♪ And all too soon ♪

♪ Hey I tried, Heaven knows I tried ♪

♪ Tried much so you would see ♪

♪ Lied to myself that
I'd never have to be ♪

♪ On the train out ♪

♪ I'm on the next train out ♪

♪ And waiting the next
train out 'til the end ♪

♪ Out to trees, out to the last ♪

♪ Last look around ♪

♪ You still may run to my arms ♪

♪ See me like this, hoping your kiss ♪

♪ Begs me to miss ♪

♪ The next train out ♪

♪ I'm on the next train out ♪

♪ I'm taking the next train out ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(vocalizing)

(water splashing)

♪ Your little joy ♪

(walrus gargling)

- I don't believe it, Liz.

- What's wrong?

- I just don't believe it, that's all.

Wait a minute, let me check again.

Nope, there it is and I
still don't believe it.

- You know, Glen, I am
becoming infuriated.

What don't you believe?

- I don't believe that
the image I see in here,

that beautiful, curvaceous, enticing model

has just accepted my proposal of marriage.

I just don't believe it.

- I merely said I'd think about it.

- Hold it, that's exactly
the expression I want,

a smug woman!

- Oh, you beast you, is that all?

- Ah ah ah, one more for good measure.

There.

Now mechanically those
shots were sheer perfection.

So if they don't make next month's cover

of Universal Magazine
it's gotta be your fault

and I'll have to get another model.

Nothing personal, you understand?

- Promises promises.

(upbeat music)

(vocalizing)

♪ Your little joy ♪

(dolphin squeaking)

(sea lion barking)

- Mr. Glen Cannan?

- Yes, that's right.

- Telegram came up to the office for you.

- Oh, thank you.

Remarkable woman, isn't she?

- Mm-hmm.

- Hard to believe she's really my mother.

(Liz scoffing)

These preservation techniques
today are really something,

aren't they?
- Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

- Well, thank god I'm not the only one

who finds you provocative.

Proves I'm not a sex fiend.

- Or it proves that
all men are sex fiends.

(upbeat music)

(vocalizing)

- Huh.

- Oh, you men, you make me furious.

What does it say?

- My Uncle Thomas has just passed away.

- Oh, Glen, I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's all right
baby, it's not like it was

anything tragic, I mean he was 108.

- Oh.

- It's funny though, he always
used to tell the family that

he'd never go unless he could
take all his money with him.

And he was such a mean old coot,

you know we actually believed him?

- Maybe he found a way.

- Yeah, well there's some
things he couldn't take.

It seems incredible, Liz, but

I think we have inherited a castle.

- Castle?

(chuckling)

- [Glen] Crazy old Uncle Thomas.

I can use the castle as a studio.

Just think of the layouts
we can do for Universal now.

- Hmm.

I wonder if anybody lives there.

- I don't know, I think so.

It has been rented by a
couple by the name of Townsend

I know for a long time.

(chuckling)

They must be as old as
Uncle Thomas by now.

Oh well, we'll find out
for sure when we get there.

- Too bad about the nice old couple.

Just have to move.

- Yeah.

(mysterious music)

- You know, Charles, this
could be a great inconvenience.

- Rather, moving can be such a bore,

especially for people like us.

- Oh this place has been so perfect for us

this last 60 years.

- Has it been that long?

Oh, time goes by quickly.

But cheer up, the new owners
might give us a new lease.

And who knows, they might even sell.

- That's very likely.

With the help problem, these old castles

are a drag on the market.

- But we must be careful when Mr.

Cannan drops in on us.

- Yes.

But then maybe the shock will kill him

and that will eliminate all our problems.

- Now that's a good idea.

But there might be some complications

so let's try and buy first, eh?

- Where is that butler?

- Downstairs, I suppose.

(suspenseful music)

- You've had the misfortune
of encountering Mango.

Now you must remain here as our guest.

- Let me go, please.

What are you going to do to me?

- Right now I'm going to
take a sample of your blood.

- What?

- [George] Your blood.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm rather apprehensive tonight.

- Because of Johnny?

- Yes, I've arranged for his release.

- I shall be happy to see him again.

Things are never quite
the same when he's away.

- I'll have to be more firm with him.

You know, he's only a problem
when that damn moon is full.

- Your nightly stimulant, Countess.

- Thank you, George.

- Count, I think you'll
enjoy this vintage.

- Mmm, delicious.

I've never had it before.

- It's new, Mango brought
in a young girl tonight,

a type double O positive, very rare.

- Young girl?

- Extremely young and
beautiful, perhaps even pure.

- That's too much to ask.

- Where did Mango find her?

- It seems she wandered onto our property

after her car broke down.

- Would anyone trace her here?

- [George] No, she was alone.

- I don't trust that stupid oaf.

Mark my words,

one day he's going to lead
the police right here.

- I assure you I shall
find time to dispose

of our guests before the police find them.

- George, we have the
utmost confidence in you.

(chuckling softly)

Mmm, delicious!

Just like old times when Johnny was here.

Oh by the way, George,

we have arranged for Johnny's release,

he should be here some time tomorrow.

(suspenseful music)

- All right, Johnny, so far so good.

Now you remember to tell the Count,

if I don't get that $5,000
in my bank account we're...

- Don't worry, Frank.

You talked to Count
Townsend, it'll be there.

- If it isn't, you tell the Count

I'll have cops swarming all
over that Falconroc Castle.

- Believe me, $5,000 is a

small amount to get out of this place.

It'll be a nice retirement fund for ya.

- Yeah, I know, Johnny.

That's why I'm doing this at all.

But just keep in mind,

I can blow the whistle on 'em any time.

- I'll remember, Frank.

But please hurry, give me the key!

- Wait, Johnny!

Special way to unlock this lock

or else the alarm goes off.

Okay, now for the bad part.

Remember what I told you, just a short,

firm but smooth stroke, okay?

- I really wish this part
wasn't necessary, Frank.

- Look Johnny, don't worry,

5,000 bucks will buy a a lot of Aspirin.

Good luck, buddy.
- Thanks.

(wind blowing)

(thudding)

- He's so wild and carefree,

not at all like we were at his age.

That would be three centuries ago.

We have been fortunate in finding loyal

and devoted servant,
friends, like yourself.

- You saved me from the hangman's noose,

I shall always be grateful.

- Our survival depends on you.

However, you must admit that Johnny

adds to the spice of our lives.

- We won't have to keep
SO many guests below

for emergencies.

And we shall be supplied with
new vintages all the time.

- Young and pretty, you say?

- Charles, why don't we pay
her a visit before we retire?

After all, she is our guest.

And besides, we must be
sure to reward Mango.

(somber music)

(mysterious music)

- Hmm, really exquisite,

a perfect specimen, isn't she dear?

(uncomfortable chuckling)
- Very.

Shouldn't you reward Mango now, dear?

She doesn't look as
though she's going to last

much longer anyway.

- Tell Mango we appreciate
him bringing the new one in,

he can have number four.

(mysterious music)

(chains rattling)

- Oh, don't!

Let me go!
(screaming)

No, let me go!

(crying)

Let me go!
(screaming)

- I trust you are being
well taken care of, my dear.

- Why are you keeping me here?

I haven't done anything to you.

- My dear, we need you.

You see, we need your blood.

- My blood?

What kind of things are you?

- Vampires.

- Vampires?

- Well I know we may seem to be a novelty

but there are a few of us left.

- No.

No, this isn't happening to me.

It's a horrible nightmare.

- We are dramatically referred
to as the living dead.

- Living dead?

Vampires?

Must be some sort of a joke.

Please, tell me it's a joke!

- Unfortunately, my dear, it's true.

We come alive at sunset

and must drink the blood
of a human before we retire

at sunrise.

- When will you let me go?

- Oh, never, I'm afraid.

We can't let you expose our
little secret now can we?

Charles, the sun is about to rise,

it is time for us to retire.

(screaming)

(suspenseful music)

Thank you, dear.

- George, keep on the lookout for Johnny.

- Sweet dreams.

- Bye bye.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(dogs howling)

(suspenseful music)

(dogs howling)

(dogs howling)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(dogs howling)

(dogs howling)

(water rushing)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(gunshot firing)

(suspenseful music)

(yelling)

(crashing)

(laughing)

(wind blowing)

(knocking)

(door creaking)

- Hello, George.

- Hello, Johnny.

I see you made it.

- Don't sound so disappointed.

- I assume you covered your tracks?

- Don't worry, they
won't be looking for me.

Not for a long time, especially not here.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

How are things around here?

Is Mango still custodian of the girls?

- Where else can he go?

- [Johnny] And our host and hostess?

I suppose they're tucked
away safely until sundown?

- They're looking forward
to seeing you again.

- No doubt.

They probably miss my spicy
methods of supplying them.

- We always have a source of supply

from the guests downstairs.

- Yes, a supply, but limited.

Think of the risks, George.

Young girl disappears, the investigations.

What happens if they trace one
of the kidnappings back here?

What are the Townsends going to do then?

- As long as I live I shall
see that that doesn't happen.

- You have quite a
loyalty to the Townsends,

don't you, George?

- I have good reason to be.

- I understand the Count saved you

from a necktie party one time.

What did you do to get
that mob so riled up?

- It was because of
Him, the great god Luna.

- The great god Luna, oh yeah.

You used to be in charge of
sacrifices for him didn't you?

I mean, Him.

- They should be honored to die for him,

to gain immortality so the
soul would live eternally

in the kingdom of the
greatest of all gods,

Luna of the moon.

- You talk like you knew him.

Like you saw him every day.

- Not like I see you.

Not a solid body.

If you were a believer you'd understand

that nothing really exists
in solid form for long.

The flesh is just a vessel
to contain the spirit,

the soul if you prefer it,

until we're released

so that we all become part and
parcel of the one we serve,

Luna.

- Something happens to me

when that damn moon is full.

I do things I don't want to.

It's almost like obeying an order from,

from somewhere.

I wanna Kill, I have to Kill!

(laughing)

And all you want to do
is serve up sacrifices

to your old devil moon.

- You don't understand.

You're just like those
fools that tried to hang me.

- I understand this,

that if that moronic giant,
Mango, picks up the wrong girl,

it's not just your neck.

They'll hang all of us.

- Don't worry,

no one will suspect what goes
on here at Falconroc Castle.

- Looks like a lovely weekend.

- I wonder how big Falconroc Castle is.

- Glen?
- What's the matter, honey?

- Do you suppose our castle has a moat?

- Just give me strength, that's all I ask.

- Of course it does.

Every castle has a moat

and I'm going swimming
in ours first thing.

- I love you dearly, dear,

but you're stark raving mad.

- Why?

- Because no one in the
history of civilization

has ever gone swimming
IN a moat, that's why.

It's utterly ridiculous.

- What do they use them for then?

- Well they're used for...

- Yes?

- Repelling warriors and enemies

from the castle walls.

- Oh, I see.

I'd look perfectly ridiculous

swimming in a moat full of water

but you'd look perfectly sane

standing on the ramparts

with an iron helmet on your head

whopping Turks over the head with a mace.

Guess I just wasn't thinking, that's all.

- Truce?

(laughing)

- Truce.

Oh well.

Maybe we'll just find a ghost or two.

Like Henry VIII

or Bluebeard,

stalking his victims at night.

- Did anyone ever tell
you, to be so good looking,

you're pretty creepy?

More than likely what we'll
find is a nice, old couple

that we're gonna have to dispossess.

- Sounds very dull.

- Hey.

- [Liz] There it is!

(dramatic music)

Oh, Glen, what a beautiful castle,

I can hardly wait!

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Oh, I'm Mr. Cannan, the
new owner of Falconroc.

We'd like to speak to
the Townsends, please.

- They are not available
'til after sunset.

Would you like to wait?

- Well, perhaps you could show us around?

The moat and things like that?

- Of course, madam, my pleasure.

- Thank you.

- This way.

- Oh Glen, I just love this old castle.

You know, there's so many
things I could do with it.

- Yeah, it sure could use a little color.

You know I was afraid you might
find it a little depressing.

- Oh no, I love it.

- [Glen] Would you smile a little?

- We can live here, can't we?

I mean, if I marry you?

- Boy I sure hate to tell the
old couple they have to leave.

- [George] Pardon.

- Welcome to Falconroc.

- I'm sorry we kept you waiting,

I wished I'd known you were coming.

- Well, we tried to call
but you were unlisted.

- We have no phone, never felt the need.

Somehow a telephone would be
out of place at Falconroc.

- Yes, we sort of like
our privacy, you know?

- Oh my goodness, yes.

The outside world is so frightening today,

what with motor cars,

trains and planes and wars,

why, a person could get killed out there.

- Forgive my curiosity but I,

well, we expected a much older couple.

- Well now, Charles, isn't
the young man gallant?

And his young friend here,

SO

Robust.

We must insist they stay for dinner.

- Well what I mean is you have
had the lease for 60 years

and, well, I expected a
couple at least 90 years old.

(laughing)

- Well my father had the same name

and when he passed away, I
just forgot to renew the lease.

- Well, I guess old
Uncle Thomas didn't mind

as long as he got his annual check.

- I suppose you'd want us
to send the check to you

directly from now on, yeah?

- Well, no, you see we
are getting married and,

well, we've decided to live here.

- Are you sure?

This is hardly the place
for a young couple.

I picture you two in a
vine-covered cottage,

something cozy and intimate.

- Liz has her heart set on living here.

- I really don't think you
would like it here, my dear.

No modern conveniences.

- Rats in the cellar, bats in the tower.

- Drafty and cold.

- You wouldn't like it here.

Perhaps you want to sell?

- No, I'm afraid not.

Liz has her mind made up and
whatever Liz wants Liz gets

and she wants Falconroc Castle.

- Then they must stay overnight,

we can decide how to handle
the situation tomorrow.

- George, will you take
our guests to their bedroom

so they can freshen up for dinner?

- Very good, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

- [George] If you will follow me, please.

- I'm sure Johnny will find a solution.

- Yes, he comes in handy once in a while.

- Mm-hmm.

(sighing)

- And then there was this character,

used to hold out his hand and
he'd ask me what was in it

and I'd say "An elephant."

And then he'd say, "What color?"

(laughing)

- It's so nice to have you back, Johnny.

We've missed you.

- Oh, it's good to be back.

I hated that place

Did you know that I was
the only sane one there?

- Sane?

How did you come to that conclusion?

Or are you just being facetious?

- Well, you must admit I'm rational.

I don't think I'm Napoleon.

I don't see little green animals

on the end of my bedposts.

- How 'bout your
psychopathic desire to kill?

Is that normal?

- Oh, well, we all have our
little shortcomings don't we?

"Course I don't fight
mine, most people do,

'cause society says it's wrong.

They develop conflicts within themselves.

I don't fight my impulses.

Therefore, I don't have any problem.

Except when that damn moon is full.

Sometimes I seem to lose my control.

Or my power of reasoning.

- Johnny, I know you'll be a great credit

to our way of life.

- George says that you used
to be called Count Dracula.

But I understand that he died over

some years ago.

- There are some things
better left unsaid,

buried with the past.

- 300 years old.

And say you don't look any
older than the day you were

converted?

That's amazing, it's
the fountain of youth.

Even modern science
hasn't figured out how to

stop the aging process.

- Stay with us, Johnny, and
you will never have to fear

growing old or dying.

- You mean I'll always be young looking

and have the energy of youth?

- You must drink the blood of the young,

that's the real secret.

And the best is a rare
type AB from young girls.

- That sounds like fun.

I may even resort to stalking my victims

and biting their necks as you used to do.

- Oh, no, believe me Johnny,

this modern technique
IS much less strenuous

and creates far less complications.

Who knows?

Some day someone might
invent synthetic blood

and then we may even become
law-abiding citizens again.

- Now that's something to look forward to.

(chuckling)

In the meantime we have a problem.

- Yes.

The new owners of Falconroc
will soon be joining us.

They want to live here.

- That does create a problem.

Are you suggesting that
I do away with them?

- Well, I wouldn't like to have to move

but how can we explain
their sudden disappearance?

- I'll think of something.

- Come in, my dears.

I want you to meet a very
special friend of ours,

Johnny Densmore.

These are those nice people

who are going to dispossess us.

Glen Cannan.
- Mr. Cannan.

- Well, how do you do?
- And Liz Arden.

- Hello.
- Pleasure to meet you.

Martini?
- Please.

- Same.

- Won't you sit down, my dear?

- You must do something very glamorous,

like be an actress?

- I model.

My fiancee is a photographer.

- Oh, that's a good combination.

You must lead very exciting lives.

- Johnny,

tell them how dull it is at Falconroc.

I'm sure they'd both be
extremely bored here.

- Oh, I doubt that, it's

pretty hard to get bored
with old Liz around.

- Well, it looks like we'll have to take

a different approach if you
want to talk the Cannans

out of taking over the castle.

- Well maybe we'll think of something

before the evening's over?

- I told them about the bats in the tower.

- And the rats in the cellar.

- I'd like to hear about the ghosts.

- Ghosts?

- Oh, I'm sure Bluebeard
must've killed a wife or two.

This is a perfect setting for a murder.

- Yes, isn't it?

(suspenseful music)

(wolf howling)

(screaming)

(intense music)

(wolf howling)

(screaming)

- Glen, Glen, Glen!

Glen did you hear it?

- Hear what?
- Did you hear,

that scream?

- Oh it's probably just a noise
like the wind in the trees

or something.
- There's no wind.

- Oh honey, you've been
nervous all evening,

it's just a strange bedroom, that's all.

- You know, that butler,
he gives me the creeps!

- Yeah, well, I'll admit

he probably wouldn't win
a personality contest.

- And did you notice at dinner

that they served us wine
out of a different bottle

than the Townsends?

- I don't blame 'em, I
wouldn't serve my wine to a

guy who's about to dispossess me either.

- But did you also notice
that they kept talking about

all those things and I just...
- Oh, honey,

come on, will you please, it's late.

(screaming)

- You see, you see, there it is again.

Do you suppose someone's in trouble, Glen?

- No I don't, I think it's probably

someone using an electric toothbrush

that just got short circuited, that's all.

- That's not very funny, Glen.

Well aren't you going
to do anything about it?

- I certainly am.
- Well what?

- I am going to curl into
the prenatal position,

stick my thumb in my mouth

and pull the covers over my head.

- Glen Cannan, that's not very funny!

- Did it ever occur to
you that it might be

a personal family argument?

- Women don't scream like
that over a silly little spat!

(chuckling)

- Honey, I've heard women scream like that

over a run in their stocking.

- Well if you're not going
to do anything about it,

I'm just going to have to...
- Okay.

Okay, you win.

I'll investigate.

(groaning)

- Not without me, you won't.

- Well you didn't think

I was going down there alone did you?

(mysterious music)

Came from down below.

- Someone's really in trouble.

You think we should investigate?

- That must be the cellar door.

Let's go down.

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- That was horrible, what was it?

- I don't know but I'm
not gonna open that door

and find out.
(gasping)

- Oh, it's you.

What was...
- We just a...

- A monster?

- That high!

- Oh, you probably saw
our caretaker, Mango.

He looks frightening but
he's really harmless.

He's gentle as a lamb.

- But those screams down
there, what were they?

- Screams, what screams?

I didn't hear any screams.

- You must've heard them,
it sounded like a girl!

- Oh, you must've heard our toucan,

a tropical bird like a parrot.

Perhaps Mango forgot to cover its cage.

- Where are the Townsends?

- They're retired.

I assure you, there's
nothing to be alarmed about.

- I guess we're just not used to these,

these old castles.

- Come, let me show you to your rooms.

(awe-inspiring music)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(dog barking)

(mysterious music)

(dog barking)

(horse neighing)

- Hello, Johnny!

What are you doing up so early?

- Our tractor ran out of gas.

Enjoy your swim?

- Yeah, water's great.
- Oh yeah.

These horses are beautiful!

- Do you like horses?
- I love 'em!

I can't ride though.

- I'd be glad to teach you.
- Would you?

Say, that's a deal.

He'll be our first house guest.

- Where are the Townsends?

- Haven't you heard?

They don't come down 'til late afternoon.

Must be allergic to the sun or something.

- With all the noise
around here last night,

I'm surprised anyone got any sleep.

- Must be that damn bird and the dogs.

You'll get used to it after
you've been around for a while.

- You keep looking up at the sky.

Expecting rain or something?

- No, sometimes you can see
the moon in the daytime.

They're expecting a full moon tonight.

- Moon?

(scoffing)

Maybe you need a night
out on the town, Johnny.

- That was the plan,

except the Townsends are
planning a dinner party

in your honor and I'm invited.

- Dinner party?

- Tonight?

Well I hadn't heard about it.

As a matter of fact, we'd
expected to leave this afternoon.

- Well I don't think that'll be possible.

The butler told me he was
putting your car away last night,

there was something wrong with the engine.

Said something about the
fuel line being broken.

- Fuel line?

- We called a mechanic,

he'll be up here first
thing in the morning.

- That means we're going to
have to spend another night here

doesn't it?

- Liz here positively thrives on logic,

had you noticed?
(scoffing)

Say, you know, you've got
a very interesting face.

For a small fee, the old master

will be glad to immortalize
you on the celluloid.

- If you don't mind, Mr.
Cannan, I'd rather not.

- Well it certainly is a
pleasure to meet someone

with a normal ego.

Yeah, now you take old Liz here,

if there's a camera within 300 yards,

her good side just
naturally turns toward it.

Just like radar, weirdest
thing you've ever seen.

- But darling, I'm so photogenic.

(laughing)

- Yeah, I guess we'd better
go check out the car.

- It's in the main garage.

- Oh, okay, thanks.

See you later!

(horse neighing)

(wind blowing)

- Say, Glen.
- What?

- That bird we heard scream last night,

what did he say it was?

- A toucan.

It's a beautiful bird with a large nose.

- Why don't we take a look at it?

- That's a good idea.

That should be the door
to the cellar I think.

(suspenseful music)

- Who are you?

Help me to get out of here, please!

Please!

- We're guests of the
Townsends, I'm Glen Cannan

and this is my,

this is fantastic, how did you get here?

- Thank god you're not one of them.

I don't think I could stand much more.

Please help me.

- This is terrible, what kind of people

do a thing like this?

Do something, Glen.

- There's nothing around
here to pry these open with.

How long have you been here?

- Two, three days?

I don't know how long.

My car ran out of gas,

that giant brought me here.

They took blood from me.

- Blood?
- Blood?

- Do something, Glen,
we've got to do something!

- I'll go see the Townsends.

- They're in there.

(suspenseful music)

- [Liz] God.

- This can't be happening.

(lid creaking)

- Glen, I think I'm on
the verge of hysteria.

- Now Liz, there is a
perfectly sane and rational

explanation for the whole thing.

- Let me hear it!

- Well, they're vampires, that's all.

What else?

- Oh, come on, Glen,

I'm scared enough already!

This is the 20th century!

- Yeah, well, I don't care
if it's the 50th century,

blood, coffins, chained girls.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- It's unfortunate you've
discovered our little secret.

We were saving it until
dinner to surprise you.

- What kind of a madhouse is this anyway?

Monsters, vampires, chained girls?

- Yes, I suppose it is a bit unusual.

- Unusual?

Why, it's...
- Unusual to you, madam.

To us it's our way of life.

- Yeah, well we're getting
out of here right now.

- I'm afraid that's impossible, sir.

I've had orders to detain you.

- Yeah?

Well you just try and stop me.

- Your car's out of commission,

the dogs will tear you apart
if you venture outside.

And both Johnny and Mango would
love an excuse to kill you,

so I suggest you do not resist us.

(chuckling)

- Feels pretty hopeless, doesn't it?

(dramatic music)

- Chain them!

- Glen.

(dramatic music)

(chains rattling)

- [Johnny] George, it's almost sundown,

maybe you better wake the Townsends.

- Yes, I shall do that.

(gasping)

- [Johnny] Ow!

(dramatic music)

- Leave her alone!

- Let's have breakfast.

(crying)

- Take your hands off of her.

(chuckling)

(mysterious music)

(chuckling)

(crying)

I'll kill you if you touch her again!

(laughing)

(crying)

- Good evening, George.
- Good evening, Countess.

The moon is full tonight.

- Oh, this must be the
night for the sacrifice.

- It seems a pity.

We shall have to prepare
the youngest and the purest.

- The great god Luna will be pleased.

(crying)

- [Glen] Stop that maniac!

- Well, that can be arranged.

Say, when you sign the castle over to us.

- You can have your bloody castle,

if you let Liz go.

- I'm sure you understand it's impossible.

However, you'll sign.

- And why should I sign it over to you?

You'll only kill us to
keep us from talking.

- Oh no, we'll keep you alive.

We need your blood.

Johnny?

I think we should invite our guests

for the sacrifice tonight.

- Certainly.

- And in the meantime, I'll
prepare the bill of sale.

I'm sure Mr. Cannan
won't give us any trouble

when he sees what can happen
to his girlfriend here.

(mysterious music)

- Ann, that is your name isn't it?

You should feel very honored, my dear.

Tonight is the night of the full moon

and we have chosen you
to be a token sacrifice

to the great moon god Luna

whom we worship.

- Sacrifice?

What do you mean?

What are you going to do?

- We can't spoil the
anticipation of our guests,

so you too shall have to wait and see.

George, Johnny, see that our
guests are dressed properly.

- Certainly, Countess.

(grunting)

- Can't I watch the purification?

- At your age?

Come, we must prepare ourselves.

(suspenseful music)

(yelling)
(rat squeaking)

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(rats squeaking)

(screaming)

(screaming)

- Don't be afraid, little one.

I can help you, I've let
many people out of here.

I have to look like I'm one of them.

Don't be afraid, take it easy.

We'll even let your friends go.

Come on, we have to wait a minute.

Are you all right?

Sit down.

- I guess I'm okay.

- Good.

It's amazing.

Truly amazing.

I almost married a girl that
looked exactly like you.

When I first saw you, I
just couldn't believe it.

- Almost?

What happened?

- We were at the beach together.

It was a beautiful night.

There was a gentle breeze,

the moon was full

and I took her into my arms...

- No.

No!
(crying)

- You're all the same, every one.

(crying)

- Johnny!

Johnny, Johnny!

- You meddling old fool!

I'm through watching you sacrifice beauty

and purity to your phony god!

- If you violate our sacrifice

you can never be one of the eternal ones.

(mysterious music)

Luna will reward you for your devotion.

(dramatic music)

(wind blowing)

- No!

Please, you can't.

I'll do anything.

Please, don't.

- Quiet, girl.

You should be honored.

Oh great god Luna,

dweller of the moon

and controller of our destinies,

we offer this sacrifice in
your great and divine name,

as a symbol of our loyal
devotion and worship

to your high imminence.

May your guiding light of the nocturnal

always reach across space and time.

Be pleased to accept this, our offering,

as a token of loyalty

from your devoted followers.

- No.

(crying)
No.

Somebody help me.

Somebody stop them.

(suspenseful music)

(fire crackling)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(wolf howling)

(fire crackling)

(suspenseful music)

- George, will you tell
Mango to take the two girls

to the cellar?
(dogs barking)

And please have him quiet those dogs.

- And our friends here?

- They'll be our guests for dinner,

then we shall sign the bill
of sale for the castle.

- It's getting late, we shall
have to rush through dinner.

George will serve us.

- Why should I sign
Falconroc Castle over to you?

You won't let us go.

- Oh no, no, I want to keep you alive.

You see, I need your blood.

- While you're alive,
you'll always have the hope

of escaping.

- Yeah, but don't try, please.

George and Johnny will only
be too happy to kill you.

- And that would be such a waste.

I have such interesting plans for you.

- After a sacrifice,
we must have a banquet

and drink a toast to the great god Luna.

(somber music)

You see, people like us
are very much affected

by the full moon.

- All of us are affected by the full moon,

it affects our blood.

We must satisfy our lustful desires.

- May I drink a toast.

(mysterious music)

- It's really wine, my dear.

- May I suggest a toast
to the great god Luna.

- You cannot offend our god,
you must join us in a toast.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot firing)
(groaning)

- Don't anybody move.

Liz, give me a couple of those sashes.

Here, keep them covered.

Sit down and cross your hands.

- Charles, can't you do
something about this?

- You know, you can't get away with that.

Never.

- Just watch me.

There, that should hold you.

I'm going after him,
shoot if Mango comes back.

(suspenseful music)

- Look out!

(whip cracking)

- [Glen] Hey!

(screaming)

(mysterious music)

(door slamming)

- Oh, Glen, I've been
so worried about you.

Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just killed the butler.

Now all we have to do
is worry about Mango.

- Mango?

Where's Mango?

- It's almost daylight.

Mango won't be of much help to you now.

- Please release us immediately.

- Oh, you can't be serious.

- We'll pay you any price you ask

but please let us go.

- Why, so you can jump
back into your coffin

and we forget the whole
thing ever happened?

- We must return.

- [Glen] Yeah?

And if you don't, what happens?

- You must let us go back to our coffin!

- It will soon be too late!

- Not a chance, sorry.

(suspenseful music)

- Look, they're getting old.

- Yeah, they must be
several hundred years old.

Must be the blood that's
kept them this young.

- They're gone.

- Turned to dust.

(mysterious music)

Mango, put down that
club and I won't shoot.

Look, Mango, I don't want to hurt you.

- He doesn't understand you.

- Get outta here.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshots firing)

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(gasoline splashing)

(dramatic music)

(thudding)

(intense music)

(fire crackling)