The Satanic Rites of Dracula

Hear ye, great demons of hell.

Watch over these,

thy disciples.

Give them thy power

over frail mankind.

Thus do we dedicate ourselves to your service and your commands.

We accept your guidance

and your mighty power.

By the nameless monsters

of the lower depths are you called.

Each time the same...

Obscene...

S-Some power...

S-S-Something greater

than...

You're sure John Porter was there?

You are sure it was John Porter?

S-Sure...

And they had filthy, obscene rites,

a sort of altar,

a young girl on it,

naked.

She lies there waiting for the sacrifice:

a cockerel to be killed.

They...

They call on the name of the devil.

They seem, seem to take strength

from their own blasphemy.

You want...

proof?

I've got photos.

Five of them...

All... All involved.

All right, now let's go through it again.

Tell me more about this ritual.

He should never have gone in,

putting him in as one of the guards.

They must have been picked men.

He was bound to be caught.

He volunteered.

Nobody volunteers in this department.

Does he still maintain that John Porter was there?

Yes, he seems to be certain about that.

Porter and four others. Five men in all.

It's going to make life difficult

for all of us, isn't it?

Because he's a minister of the crown?

Because the Right Honorable John Porter

has direct responsibility for this department.

Perhaps he just forgot about us.

In any case, we have no proof,

no real proof.

A group of middle-aged men indulging themselves

in some sort of sick orgy,

- that's what we've got. - Maybe the proof's in there.

Even if it is, we don't know if we can use it.

So that poor devil is simply suffering

for absolutely nothing.

"That poor devil" isn't suffering any longer.

He's dead.

It's a miracle he lasted as long as he did.

Obviously he'd been systematically beaten

- and tortured. - Yes, thank you, Doctor.

Let me have your written report later.

I don't suppose anyone will be allowed to claim him,

will they?

Usual routine? False name on the death certificate?

Let the departmental whip round for the burial.

Would you like to hear this played back now, sir?

- No. Not now. - But leave it here.

Get this down to the photo lab.

Tell them to make prints of anything that's come out.

Anything at all.

Have the tape transcribed later and, ah...

then put it in the red dossier

and file it in the number two security vault under seal.

Yes, sir.

Number two vault, eh?

You really are going to close the door on this whole issue?

I might have to.

As far as the department's concerned,

as far as I'm concerned, officially.

What's that supposed to mean?

Er, I've called somebody in to give you a hand.

Someone who doesn't have our resources,

but does have a certain independence,

political independence.

A man called Murray, Inspector Murray.

Scotland Yard?

Special branch.

Don't worry, he's all right. He knows his job.

Oh, that's comforting.

Inside this room you have my blessing and my cooperation,

outside, you're on your own.

And I mean that.

Put a foot wrong and the powers-that-be will finish you.

You'll probably join Hanson.

Thanks.

We've been running some routine security checks

on some listed V.I.P.'s.

We got a whisper on the grapevine that some

of them may have been visiting a house in Croxted Heath,

visiting it regularly.

We didn't know who they were.

This is the place.

Pelham House. Headquarters of what has always been regarded

as a harmless organization.

"Psychical examination and research group."

PERG for short.

So you sent an operative in undercover.

Yes. Hanson.

He witnessed a couple of, uh, pretty weird sessions.

Hear ye, great demons of Hell.

Watch over these, thy disciples.

Give them thy power over frail mankind.

Thus do we dedicate ourselves to your service and your commands.

Thus, with this baptism of blood...

to walk in the eternal footsteps

of the cursed

to know the inner secrets of those

who move beyond the realms of the unknown

and into the precincts of Hades.

Yesterday they rumbled him and tried to make him talk.

So they're alerted now.

What is it, an espionage network?

That must be our assumption.

Moscow or Peking?

Well, we don't know. Nothing ties in.

There's no single known link.

And there's no whispers from any informers.

From the photo lab.

They found, ah, five exposures on the microfilm.

Bit blurry, but they've given them special processing.

Right, thanks, Jane.

The transcriptions?

All finished, sir. Sealed and vaulted.

Thank you. You can't have had much rest

in the last twelve hours. You'd better cut along home.

Thank you, sir.

Turn off the light as you go out, will you, Jane?

Well?

No doubt about that one. General Sir Arthur Freeborne,

Imperial General Staff.

Thus by the 6,000 terrors of hell are you anointed.

Good Lord!

So Hanson was right.

Well, that's Porter, isn't it?

Yes. The Right Honorable John Porter, M.P.

Minister with special responsibilities

for our security services.

Pity he didn't stick

to collecting spiders.

Thus by the nameless monsters of the lower depths are you called.

A nod from him and a dozen civil service pensions

go out the window, including mine.

He could dissolve this department in two seconds flat.

So that's why you're working without official sanction.

He's not too difficult, either.

Lord Carradine. Next to the church and the government,

one of the biggest landowners in England.

Still owns half of London.

By the seven lords of darkness are you damned.

Professor Julian Keeley.

Not the Nobel Prize winner?

Yes, I'm sure it is.

Expert in the fields of bacteriology,

germ warfare,

and diseases of the blood.

Runs the Keeley Foundation here in London.

And seven times seven damned again.

Thus to defy the common laws of man and righteousness.

There were five photos, Peter. Let's have the fifth.

Well, what's this?

He slipped up over this one.

He spoke of five men.

Well, he was punchy, he had a hell of a beating.

It's a wonder we got anything at all out of him.

It could only have been four.

It's enough.

I'll have the dossiers released on Keeley and Porter

and the others.

I'll, ah, see what can be dug up.

I've never seen the colonel nervous.

Perhaps the colonel's never had

quite so much provocation before.

Ah! Oh!

The baptism of blood

it acts on them like,

like some kind of drug.

The girl dies.

The woman... puts her cloak over her.

All of them.

The blood...

It's like pour, pour, pouring from the wound.

This blood...

It...

- Blood. - Eh?

There's a man I worked with once.

He's an academic type, but he knows about this sort of thing.

Professor Lorrimer Van Helsing.