Blood of Ghastly Horror (1967) - full transcript

I'm digging it, you know Grimaldi,

and it's ringing right in the
back of my mind, like a bell.

It's the telephone.

Homicide.

There's a link, there's a connection

between all these horrible murders.

Lieutenant, lieutenant,
the commissioner for you.

Yes, sir.

You're no more upset than we are, sir.

They were more than just coworkers,

they were close friends.



And I expect we'll be on
overtime for quite a while.

Yes sir, any new
developments, you'll hear.

Package for you, lieutenant.

Damn, Perkins.

Get that over to the morgue.

Have examination go over
it with a fine tooth comb.

Come on Duke, move!

That's it, the Corey case.

Wait a minute, lieutenant.

You don't mean the time that half dead guy

was brought back to life and
slaughtered all those people?

Right.

And that strange Dr. Vanard

was responsible for the whole thing.



Get the file on him.

Let's see what we've got.

Come on.

Come on, Grimaldi.

Oh yeah, you're right, sir.

Here it is.

Dr. Howard Vanard.

That's it, that's it!

Yeah but lieutenant, he's deceased.

I know that, I know that.

Now what's it say about Perkins?

Corey, Joe Corey was the young soldier.

And office Perkins was the patrol officer

who went after him when he broke away.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. There
was something in the papers,

something about a guy who ah...

Right, you were on special
detail for the governor.

That's right, lieutenant.

It's right here.

Not only Perkins, but four of my men.

Four murders at the hands
of some God knows what,

and I wanna know why.

Why don't you fill me in, lieutenant.

A young soldier, fresh
from Vietnam, Joe Corey.

Shell fragment lodged in his brain.

Dr. Vanard operates, something goes wrong.

It all began like a routine jewel robbery.

What do you want?

Now shut up, or
you're gonna get hurt.

Come on, let's go.

So long, baby.

Halt!

Halt, I said!

Joe, help me, Joe.

Joe, help me please, Joe.

Don't sho...

Hurry, up the stairs.

We'll go over the roof.

We'll go down the other side.

All right, Trams didn't make it.

Let's go, Curtis.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Is there anything I can do for you?

You've done a whole lot for me already.

Well I'm sorry, but the
doctor's working hours are over.

And besides, you must have an appointment.

Oh?

Well, let's arrange one, shall we?

All right.

Now ah, let's see.

How about ah, tomorrow night.

I could pick you up for
dinner around seven, hm?

Sorry, I don't go out with married men.

You mean it shows?

Married men are always the pushiest.

Oh, you really know how
to hurt a guy, don't ya?

Oh well, ah, you wanna tell
the good doctor that I'm here?

Sergeant Frank Ward, urgent police matter.

Dr. Vanard.

Dr. Vanard, there's a Sergeant
Frank Ward out here to see you.

Oh?

All right, send him in.

It's right through that door.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Dr. Vanard.

Well, what's this all about?

Have I overlooked some parking tickets?

Oh no, nothing,
nothing like that, doctor.

Well briefly, a man was
killed in a robbery today

and when we searched his apartment,

well, we discovered some
rather strange fingerprints.

The FBI checked them and
discovered they belonged

to a man who's been dead for two years.

Hm, that's odd, isn't it?

But how does this concern me?

Well, his name was Joseph Corey.

Ring a bell, doctor?

Not offhand, should it?

You signed
the death certificate.

He was a patient of yours.

Oh?

Corey, Corey.

Yes I think, just a moment.

Oh yes, Corey.

Now I remember, Joseph Corey.

He died during an operation.

He was one of the first
casualties of the war in Vietnam.

Are you sure that's all
you can tell me, doctor?

Now see here, Sergeant.

Just what is it you expect me to say?

I told you he was dead, isn't that enough?

Of course, of course, doctor.

But, well you can see the
implications, can't you?

We seem to have a walking
dead man on our hands.

Now you must admit, that's a bit puzzling.

Well, if you happen to
think of anything else

that might be useful, you
will call me, won't you?

Certainly.

Goodnight, doctor.

It cost me 20 bucks, but I got it all.

The guy's name's Clark, Dave Clarke.

Found that the truck's checked out to him.

Address?

I got it.

Is this the guy?

Yeah, that's him.

David Jordan Clarke?

Yeah, so what?

Nick, check the car.

Bring him here.

I wanna talk to you Mr. Clarke,
that all right with you?

So talk.

It seems as though a half
a million dollars in jewels

that belongs to me,

accidentally fell into
the back of your truck.

Return the jewels,

we'll be on our way,

and nobody'll get hurt.

The robbery.

Yeah, the robbery.

Somebody's catching on.

Jewels?

The back of my truck?

Oh, you're outta your mind.

As a matter of fact Mr. Clarke,

I'm a very sane man.

We've searched your house and the truck.

Impatient might be a better word.

Let me have him, Vito.

I'll ask him one more time.

The jewels, Clarke.

Look I told ya, I don't have any jewels.

Joe.

Choose you weapons, Clarke.

Oh, Clarke.

What the matter, Clarke?

Does that hurt, huh?

Did that hurt, huh?

Did it, really?

Come on Clarke,
you can take it, huh?

All right Joe, come here.

Get a load of that.

Yeah, yeah, it's the
marina over across town.

Why?

You've got a wife named Linda?

Yeah, so what?

The clubs not closed yet.

All right, check the Mrs. out, Joe.

Look she doesn't know anything...

Make it snappy.

Hello again, doctor.

Sergeant, I want to apologize to you

for getting you out of bed.

That's, that's quite all right doctor,

I'm sure it's important.

You've thought of something else

in connection with Joe Corey?

You knew, of course, that I
was hiding something from you.

Yes, yes I did.

I have a strange story
to tell you, Sergeant.

My God, I don't know how to begin.

But I, I can't bear to
keep it to myself any longer.

Perhaps I should tell you
something of myself and my work.

As you know, I'm head of
the neurosurgeon department

of this hospital.

The functions of the human
brain have always fascinated me.

25 years ago I became
interested in the rehabilitation

of damaged brain areas.

It's common scientific knowledge that

when an area of the brain is damaged,

another area can be retrained to take over

the functions of the injured area.

In cases of very severe brain
damage, this is impossible.

The affected person is
doomed to live out his days

in a virtual catatonic state,

unable to move or think
of his own volition.

Not alive really, existing.

To this problem, I dedicated myself.

The salvage of, apparently,
destroyed lives.

I worked for many years.

And finally, I designed
and built an electronic,

artificial brain component, if you like.

It's purpose was to
take over the functions

of the damaged area.

Get it's working power from

the brain's own electrical impulses.

I was desperate to try it.

Perhaps, too desperate.

Two and a half years ago,
Joe Corey was sent to me.

He'd been hit by shrapnel
while serving in Vietnam,

suffered severe brain damage.

It was obvious to me at once,

he was little more than a custodial case.

He could be kept alive
with intravenous feeding,

but he'd be little more
than a human vegetable.

He had no family ties, no
one to ask permission of.

There was no point in asking
the medical authorities,

I knew what their reaction would be.

But I had to test it Sergeant,
I had to test it, I had too.

I operated on Joe Corey,

and I planted the device within his skull.

Only one step remained,

the activating of the artificial component

within Corey's brain.

It had to be energized by
a special high frequency,

high voltage machine.

The experiment was at once
a success and a failure.

Joe Corey was returned to
a certain level of normalcy,

but his psyche, his
personality, was destroyed.

He was a different person,
and more importantly,

his apparently rational
behavior would suddenly give way

to bursts of maniacal and homicidal fury.

In these periods he was
capable of unspeakable

and subhuman acts of violence.

Sergeant Ward, you can't know
the torment I've suffered

carrying this awful secret with me.

I know it'll ruin me, but I
just had to tell you, I had to.

I hope you're not making
a pitch for sympathy, doctor.

It seems to me you're the
monster here, not Joe Corey.

You created and turned
loose a homicidal maniac

with an artificial
brain, whose every action

is completely unpredictable.

You're right about one thing
doctor, you're through.

The fact is, I'd like to
lock you up right now, except

I'm not quite sure on exactly
what grounds to arrest you.

But when the district
attorney gets my report,

I'm sure he'll think of something.

Goodnight, doctor.

Well hi, Joe.

How'd you know I was here?

Hello Larry, I didn't.

Hey, do me a favor, will ya?

Cool it, you know?

I'm mean, I'm going straight now, you know?

Yeah sure, you're a good boy.

Hey, could I buy you a drink, Joe?

Yeah, bourbon on the rocks.

Good.

Hey, where's the broad, the singer?

I don't know Joe, they closed out today

and went on vacation.

Where?

I really don't know.

Well, is there anybody
around who does know?

You see the broad on
the end of the bar, Joe?

Yeah.

Go down and
buy her a couple drinks,

she'll tell ya anything ya wanna know.

Thanks.

Don't forget.

Here's to the prettiest
bride in the world.

You wouldn't know,

because you're always
looking at somebody else.

I'm not looking at anybody else.

Oh, yes.

What about the girl
that just went by here?

Why, I just looked at her
legs, she walked by, I...

Her legs and her something else.

I'm going home.

No, you don't wanna go home yet, honey.

Have a little drink, it's our anniversary.

I don't wanna have a little.

Oh goodnight, kids.

You mean, she took a bus?

Yeah.

Where?

Are you sure you're just a fan?

Lake Tahoe.

Like me?

Lake Tahoe?

You really do wanna
hear her sing, don't ya?

You're gonna make me jealous.

Don't be.

I just like her music.

Hey, turn the light on, will ya?

I said turn the light on.

Isn't this what you
invited me up here for?

Hey, let's, let's
turn the lights on, huh?

Oh, what's the matter, baby?

Don't you wanna play?

You broads are all the same,

you've always gotta play it your way.

Well, this time we're gonna play it my way.

The right way.

So long, honey.

Hello, doc.

Joe Corey.

Long time, no see.

What do you want?

Why have you come here?

I don't know, doc.

I ain't thought about you for two years.

In fact, I forgot all about
you until the other night.

Well, I had a dream the other night doc,

a funny kind of dream.

I dreamed I was in a room,
a lot like this room,

and I dreamed I was
strapped to a table doc,

a lot like that table.

And then all of a sudden, all of a sudden,

I felt like a million volts of electricity

was shooting through my body.

I couldn't stand it, I couldn't stand it.

I thought the top of my
head was gonna blow off.

And I screamed stop, please stop.

Well, then I opened my eyes,

and I saw your face,
your face staring at me.

And then I remembered doc,
then I remembered everything.

But ah, I did it to help you, Corey.

To save you from rotting away

in a hospital for the rest of your life.

Who asked you?

Who asked you to put
this thing in my brain?

To give me all that pain?

No one. I decided it was best,
to give you back your life.

Oh, you decided. And who are
you to play God with my life?

Now, how would you like it if
someone strapped you to a table

and burned you like a...

Dr. Vanard died a
much more horrible death

than he really deserved.

You know in many ways,
the man was a genius,

years ahead of his time.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

Well, what is it, lieutenant?

Everyone involved in the Corey case,

with one exception, is dead.

What?

Do we know who it is?

Yeah.

Who?

Me.

What?

Homicide.

Did you forget the other one, sir?

Who?

There's a Susan Vanard
outside who wants to see you.

Well, if she's a monster or
an ape or some kind of fiend,

maybe we've got our killer.

Send her in.

Send her in.

Right this way, Miss Vanard.

Lieutenant Cross?

Monster, huh?

Yes, please sit down.

My name is Susan Vanard,
my father is Dr. Vanard.

I believe he was involved in
a case that you investigated

just before he died.

How do you know that?

Well, I just came from the office

of my late father's
lawyer, and he has nothing.

No estate, no will, no affects,

not even any satisfactory information.

Pertaining to what?

Lieutenant Cross, I feel very foolish

telling you about this.

You see, my father and I
were never really that close.

In fact, I've been in Europe
for the last four years,

and I plan on going back
tomorrow or the next day.

As I said before, I feel so
foolish telling you about this.

Yeah, but you haven't told me why.

Well, I know you're going to laugh,

but the other night I was asleep

in my suite in the Carlisle,
when all of a sudden,

in the middle of the night,

I was awakened by a
very strange eerie voice,

coming from God knows where.

Then this voice told me,
in deep sufulcrate tones,

"come here, come here to
where your father died

and it will be the turning
point of your life."

Well, did it say whether
it was going to do you

a good turn or a bad turn.

I told you you'd laugh.

I'm not laughing.

And you believed these disembodied voices?

Lieutenant Cross, it was as
though I were in some deep,

voodoo trance, under some deep magic,

being contacted telepathically
from miles and miles away.

This voice again, it... I heard it.

There were deep drums, deep in a jungle,

and water, rolling water, roaring waves.

And this deep insistent, compelling voice.

It was telling me... it was
telling me these strange...

Susan, come to your father.

Come here, come here to me.

Susan.

Miss Vanard, you say
you're going back to France.

Yes, as soon as I can get away.

Do me a favor. There's
some loose ends connected

with your late father's situation,

if you meet or hear from anyone

connected with your father's work,

please let me know.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, lieutenant.

That really sounded spooky, lieutenant.

Listen to this.

Mmhmm, I knew it rang a bell.

Private Joe Corey, speaking
at his military induction.

My father Elton Corey has been missing

in the wilds of Jamaica
and Haiti for years.

He was an anthropologist and
interested in communication

by telepathy, experiments
in savage practices

pertaining to centuries
old religious rites,

and ancient ceremonial
acts related to voodoo.

He's a very literate boy.

I wonder where his father is now?

No! No!

What's wrong?

I must have forgotten something.

Where are my notes?

Ah, forgot the adder of tangis root.

Now we're on the right track.

Patient Akro, the
replenishment to your potion

is forthcoming.

Soon my son, you will be avenged.

And they will know the pain and torture

that you went through
at their fiendish hands.

Yes?

Oh, I have some information

and affects that you'd be
very pleased to receive.

Oh, I assure you Miss Vanard, I
worked with your late father,

God rest his soul, on many
interesting experiments.

Before he died he pleaded
with me to find you.

I sent you many letters,
but they were all returned.

It was just by chance that I...

Well, I appreciate that sir,

but um, perhaps you could
send the information here

where I'm staying.

Oh no, no, I couldn't do that.

You see I... I can't trust
this valuable information

to the postal system.

Well, it's not that I
don't want to meet you

but... well, all right.

But just to pick up my father's things.

Oh yes, of course, I understand.

My place is a little difficult to find.

Could you meet me at
Garden Street and Chester?

Do you know where that is?

Yes, I do.

Fine, I'll meet you at nine.

Come, now we can wreak.

We can complete our revenge.

Hello, could you please get
me Central Police Station?

Lieutenant Cross.

Homicide.

This is Susan Vanard.

Oh yes, Miss Vanard.

A friend of my father's just called me,

and Lieutenant Cross told me to call him

if any of my father's
friends did contact me.

It's probably not important,

but I'm going to meet him
at the corner of Garden

and Chester at nine o'clock.

I'm sure that Lieutenant
Cross will be interested

in what you have to say.

Okay, thank you.

1813 go.

1L10 roger.

What's that?

Lieutenant, Susan Vanard
is going alone to meet

an old friend of her father's.

Couldn't reach you, so I'm checking.

Will be at Garden and Chester, Pete.

Let's go.

Miss Vanard.

Over here.

Good evening.

No! No! No!

Akro.

Get him.

Stop! Hold it!

Lieutenant!

Look at that.

What's that?

Yeah, it looks like some
kind of message, lieutenant.

No, those are numbers.

What do they mean?

It looks like
the start of a license number.

I think you're right.

Look, get a hold of headquarters,

tell them to get a computer on this.

Fine, lieutenant.

Ah, you're awake at last.

Here, I have something
that'll make you feel better.

Miss Vanard, you're
about to become one of my

priceless creatures, like Akro there.

Do you see that blue potion?

That's the one that
transforms you into my strong,

mechanical, completely subservient slave.

It's a delightful metamorphosis to watch.

It's like changing a beautiful butterfly

back into a caterpillar.

Now, that's something I learned
in the jungles of Jamaica.

Then I command you, to kill someone,

and after you kill, you get the red liquid.

And then, then you become my
beautiful butterfly again.

You're insane.

Well if so, all the worse for you.

My dear Miss Vanard, the
loneliness I feel now

is all the fault of your father.

My son Joe could have
been cured of his injuries

by my natural medicines,

but your father had to make
an electronic freak out of him

before I could get to him.

I don't know what you're talking about.

My father only tried to help people.

Well, that's a touching
sentiment for the dead,

but far from true.

Once you father put an electronic brain

in my son's head, Joe Corey died,

and a psychotic killer was born.

I can't believe it.

It's true.

Joe's last days were spent
as a hunted, mad animal.

When he went to Lake Tahoe,
Joe didn't know this,

but the whole network of
police from California

to Nevada were out looking for him.

Sacramento, 30 minute rest stop.

Mrs. Clarke, ah, Mrs. David Clarke?

Yes?

I'm Mr. Allen of the Canyon Motel.

We received a telephone
call from your husband,

Mr. David Clarke, instructing
us to meet you here.

He's flying in a little
later this afternoon

on a plane.

My husband is flying here?

Are you surprised?

Yes, I am.

How did you know I was Mrs. Clarke?

I was told to meet you here.

He said he would explain
everything when he arrived.

Oh, you must be Nancy.

Well, may I get your luggage?

Yes, I guess so.

We're gonna see daddy tonight.

Oh boy!

This way, Mrs. Clarke,

we're on a very tight schedule.

All right, everybody out of the car.

Curtis, check the luggage.

Come on, get out!

Mama, mama!

What is it you want?

All right Mrs. Clarke,
how about a few words?

Well, what is it you want?

A half a million in glass.

What?

You've got a half a million
in jewelry that belongs to us.

Oh, you mean that robbery yesterday?

I didn't have anything to...

Yes, I mean that robbery yesterday!

Leave us alone!

All right, honey!

Will you take your hands off of her?

Are you saying no, lady?

You don't know anything about it?

Well, of course I am, I don't...

Let's call Vito.

Operator.

Los Angeles, Hollywood, 29649.

I'm sorry sir,
all the circuits are busy.

Would you care to wait?

Yeah.

Not a noise, or you got a dead daughter.

And don't try to call Curtis.

There's just you and me
baby, just you and me.

Now I told you, I would kill you.

I'm gonna get you boy.

I'm gonna choke the life outta you!

Nobody's gonna help you.

Stop! Hold it up!

Hey, stop!

All right, get out of the car.

Hey!

I'm gonna kill you, Mrs. Clarke.

Is somebody there?

Please, is there anybody there?

Officer.

The officers know
they were in this area.

They're trying to pinpoint it exactly.

Look, you don't know this guy.

He gets his kicks outta hurting people.

Yeah.

Come on, Nancy.

The road's blocked, we've gotta run.

Hurry.

This may be the break
we've been waiting for.

If they only woulda
found the damn jewels,

none of this woulda happened.

Oh God, it's gonna be a nightmare.

Easy, Dave.

Why did it have to happen to us.

Now look, there's no
sense torturing yourself.

Now, they're not gonna hurt
Nancy and Linda, I promise you.

Not as long as they think
the only chance they have

of getting those jewels
back is through them.

Let's go, we got a pretty
good idea where they are.

Mommy, my dolly's stuck.

Harry, you
work your way up there.

Fire a shot if you see anything.

Come on, let's hurry.

Linda!

Nancy!

Linda, Nancy!

Linda! Nancy!

Linda, Nancy!

Please mommy, I'm so tired.

Wait, Nancy.

Don't step in the snow.

Be quiet.

Stay close to the rock.

Nancy! Linda!

Nancy! Linda!

Nancy! Linda!

Nancy! Linda!

I'm tired mommy, I can't go on.

You've gotta keep going.

Work your way up that way.

It's the end of the line, baby.

Mommy, I dropped my dolly.

Hold it.

So you see, Miss Vanard,

my son was shot down as a mad killer.

And as he died, so must
those who killed him.

And now you can help me square my debt.

Sergeant Grimaldi here, sir.

This is it, 1217 Verbena Drive.

Meet me over in the warehouse section.

It's near you.

Yeah, 1217 Verbena Drive, right sir.

Move in, but
use your own discretion.

I'm on my way.

I'll be right behind you, sir.

Now for a very necessary injection.

Drop that needle and
get away from the girl.

You're interfering with
my experiments on Akro.

I says put that needle down.

That's right.

Now get against the wall.

I said get against the wall!

Everything's gonna be all
right now, just sit down.

Now look, can't we talk about this?

I said sit down!

Just sit down.

Well, shall we proceed

before there are anymore interruptions?

No, don't.

There, now this, plus the
fluid you swallowed earlier,

will make you my slave.

What's happened to me?

As your father experimented on my son,

so you shall serve me.

But you have Arko.

His days are numbered.

You see, the formula doesn't
work on him as it once did.

His body is fighting it.

I can't waste anymore
time, so he shall die.

And I want you to remember,

this red potion is the only thing that can

return you, shall we say,
to my beautiful butterfly.

I feel numb all over.

I don't feel anything.

I thought...

Akro, get back in your cage.

What are you doing?

I know what you want.

You want this.

But this is all there's left.

When this is gone, you die.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Akro.

No!

No! No!

Come on.

You're all right.

Operator, get me the police department.