Dracula A.D. 1972

The year 1872, and the nightmare legend

of Count Dracula extends its terror far beyond

The Mountains of Carpathia

to the Victorian Metropolis of London.

Here in Hyde Park, the final confrontation

between Lawrence Van Helsing

and his archenemy The Demon Vampire Dracula.

Aah!

Man that is born of a woman

hath but a short time to live and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth... as it were, a shadow...

and never continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life,

we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor, but of thee, oh, Lord,

who, for our sins, are justly displeased?

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears to our prayers,

but spare us, Lord, most holy, oh, God, most mighty.

Oh, holy and merciful savior, thou most worthy judge eternal,

suffer us not at our last hour

for any pains of death to fall from thee.

"I am the resurrection and the life," sayeth the Lord.

"He that believeth in me, though he were dead,

"yet shall he live,

"and whosoever liveth and believeth in me

shall never die."

Still at it?

Outrageous. Outrageous.

Shocking. Shocking! Ha ha ha ha ha.

Charles, I asked you to invite one or two of your friends.

These are not my friends.

I've never seen any of them before.

All I did was to invite the Stoneground.

For God's sake, get rid of them.

Animals... that's what they are.

They just barged in.

You're quite right, love.

They're worse than animals. They're antisocials.

Charles, do something.

Sure, Charles, feel free.

What do you do... sing?

Charles.

You know why I like you? You remind me of my father.

Police, please.

Don't look now,

but Charlie Baby's going to call the fuzz.

They'll put him through to Chelsea Police.

By the time they've logged the call, radioed a car...

six minutes.

Seven. It's Friday night.

Five. They're pretty sharp.

Eight minutes.

What?

Kings Road's crawling tonight.

Take them that to cut through the traffic.

The whole idea, baby, is that we get out

one minute before the fuzz get here, right?

Well, my guess is four minutes from...

Now!

Eight minutes... just hold on.

All right. All right.

57, 58, 59... 3!

Fuzz!

Come on.

Come on.

Look at that. You can't depend

on anyone these days... 4 1/2 minutes.

It is all rather a bore.

Well, let's cut out and find something better.

Right.

Everybody move!

Come on, Johnny.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Peace, man.

Eight minutes.

The fuzz was there in 4 1/2.

We'd have got busted if we listened to you.

- Eight minutes. - Why not? - Or were you?

You wanted to get us lumbered?

I thought you were looking for kicks.

Listen, man, are you taking me for a twit?

It was a tired scene, Joe.

Okay?

What's that supposed to...

Where are all the new experiences, then?

Okay, Johnny. Where?

Something new, yet as old as time.

I wonder...

What? What?

Great.

Can I have a...

Sure, darling.

I wonder whether you're ready for it, my angels.

Ready for what?

Something way, way out.

Ooh, tell us!

Come on, Johnny.

A date...

With the devil.

A Bacchanal with Beelzebub.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Hey, but it sounds wild.

It's sunday supplement stuff...

Ouija boards...

Crystal balls.

Is there anybody down there

wishing to talk to anybody up here?

Ooh, it's for you, Sapphire.

That gig went out with miniskirts, you schlep.

It's rubbish, anyway.

Is it?

Yeah.

Now, children,

all sit in a circle and hold hands.

Don't knock it unless you've tried it.

Have you?

Well, they do say it's dangerous.

Don't they?

Yes, I believe they do.

You're talking about Black Mass

and that sort of jazz, right?

Yes, that sort of jazz.

Yeah, well, who knows the ritual?

You need a desanctified church, don't you?

St. Bartolph's... it's a church due for demolition

about a mile from here, down on the Embankment.

Why don't we give it a whirl?

Think it will work?

No harm in trying.

Isn't there?

Come on, Jess. It could be a giggle.

Fellows?

If we summon up the big daddy with the horns,

he gets to bring his own liquor,

his own bird, and his own pot.

I don't know, Johnny.

Bob, you're not going to chicken out now, are you?

I didn't say that. Now, if everyone else...

that just leaves Jess.

Come on, love. It's only a giggle.

Good.

So, when do we meet?

Tonight... the feast of Belphegor.

It's significant.

And what time?

Midnight.

When else?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

But for Pete's sake, A Black Mass.

I mean, honestly.