You are very brilliant, aren't you, Professor Lazlo? Perhaps too brilliant for your own...

Prof. Laszlo:
Then, you didn't tell him what we believe? Prof. Harry Brewster:
The chances of convincing a hardheaded sheriff... that we were dealing with a vampire seemed slim. Prof. Laszlo:
Very. Yet I am satisfied that such is the case. Alucard is undoubtedly a vampire... probably a descendant of Count Dracula. Prof. Harry Brewster:
Are you sure we're not allowing our imagination to run away with our common sense? Prof. Laszlo:
Can you suggest any other explanation for the events of the past few days? Prof. Harry Brewster:
No. Neither can I give a lucid explanation of a vampire. Prof. Laszlo:
Broadly speaking, a vampire is an earthbound spirit... whose body comes to life at night and scours the countryside, satisfying a ravenous appetite for the blood of the living. This it does by drawing it from the throat of its victim. Prof. Harry Brewster:
That's a nauseating thought! They're supposed to be immortals, no doubt? Prof. Laszlo:
Practically. So long as they return to their graves before sunrise. Between then and sunset, they remain in a sort of, uh, cataleptic state, during which they can be destroyed by two different means. At night, however, they are invulnerable. Prof. Harry Brewster:
You mean you believe Frank shot through Alucard without hurting him? Prof. Laszlo:
[Chuckling]
Bullets would have had no effect on him. Prof. Harry Brewster:
It's strange to hear a man of science like yourself... calmly admit that he believes in a superstition so fantastic. Prof. Laszlo:
I could spend days citing proof that it is not mere superstition. My own homeland in the Carpathian Hills where Count Dracula lived... is sad testimony to its truth. What was once a happy, productive region is today barren waste... villages depopulated, the land abandoned. Prof. Harry Brewster:
Maybe that's why he left there and came here to a younger country, stronger and more virile. Prof. Laszlo:
Of course... and he will fasten on it and drain it dry, just as he did his homeland. Unless... we can find his grave and destroy him in it. Prof. Harry Brewster:
His grave? He was buried in Hungary, wasn't he? Prof. Laszlo:
Yes, but you will find that one of the chests he brought... contains a layer of soil from his birthplace. That constitutes a grave. Prof. Harry Brewster:
Are you serious? Prof. Laszlo:
Rest assured he has it hidden in some safe place... and returns to it just before sunrise every morning. Prof. Harry Brewster:
Our job seems to be to find that chest with him in it and destroy him. Prof. Laszlo:
That won't be as simple as it sounds. The vampire can assume very many different forms at will. Sometimes it appears as a bat, sometimes as a werewolf... and sometimes as a small cloud of swirling vapor. In this way it can move unseen among its enemies, learn their plans and be in a position to outwit them. Count Dracula:
[materializing from a mist]
You are very brilliant, aren't you, Professor Lazlo? Perhaps too brilliant for your own good... and that of Dr. Brewster. You're right. I am here because this is a young and virile race, not dry and decadent like ours. They have what I want, what I need, what I must have. Do you suppose that I would allow any mortal to stand in my way?