Dracula's Daughter (1936) - full transcript

Look!

He's dead.

His neck's broken.

Oh.

(CLANGING)

What's been going on here?

Murder, my friend.

Murder?

Did you do this?

No.

The body of the man

who killed him lies in there.

- "Body?"

- You mean to say there's two of 'em?

Ooh.

Albert,

keep an eye on this old cove.

I place him in your

custody for the time being.

- I'd rather go with you.

- Chicken-hearted.

How do you expect

to win your stripes?

I shan't run away.

(GRUNTS)

What was in there?

A gentleman with a stake driven

right through his heart.

Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Do you know

anything about this?

Yes. I did it.

Who is he in there?

His name was Count Dracula.

How long's he been dead?

- About 500 years.

- Five...

Albert,

hand me them handcuffs.

- Those won't be necessary, Constable.

- So you say.

One bloke a-weltering

in his blood with a

stake driven

through his heart.

A gentleman lying

here with his neck broke.

By the way, who is he?

A poor, harmless imbecile

who ate spiders and flies.

'Armless?

Whoa.

This is a case

for Scotland Yard.

Come on.

I had no choice.

Naturally, I destroyed him.

BASIL: Well,

I've heard a great

many fantastic stories

in my time,

Professor Van Helsing,

but, if you'll forgive

my saying so, this one...

I know.

But surely, surely,

you can't expect to face

an English jury

with such a defense.

It's my only one,

because it's true.

It's utterly mad!

"Mad," or unbelievable?

Oh, very well, in deference to

your position in the scientific world,

let us say "unbelievable."

The strength of the vampire,

Sir Basil,

lies in the fact

that he is unbelievable.

Vampires, vampires...

Oh, why do you persist?

Professor Van Helsing, would you

mind explaining to me,

as, of course, you

must explain to your jury,

just what you

mean by "vampires"?

The undead.

"Undead"?

Creatures who have never died,

who prolong their unnatural lives by

draining the blood of the living.

At night, they leave

their graves and roam

abroad like wolves

seeking their prey.

When daylight comes, they must return

to their graves... Or die.

And this Count Dracula is one of those,

those fabulous creatures?

Is that what you

expect me to believe?

Yes, yes!

He came to England from his ancient

castle in Transylvania,

bringing with him boxes of earth

from his native grave.

Using Carfax

Abbey as his base,

he descended upon

London for fresh victims.

There were many

mysterious attacks,

each person found

drained of blood.

I was able to trace those attacks

to their source,

locate Dracula's hiding place and drive

that stake through his heart.

Professor, whom have you decided

to retain for your defense?

There is only one man who might understand.

My friend, Jeffrey Garth.

Garth? Why, Garth's not an advocate.

He's a psychiatrist.

He alone will understand.

Professor Van Helsing, you may,

of course, use your own judgment,

but I advise you to consider,

carefully.

You have admitted to killing a man

in a very horrible manner.

By driving a stake

through his heart.

That is the only way

a vampire can be destroyed.

And, as head of Scotland Yard,

I must warn you

that there are only two courses

which can be taken.

Either to formally charge you with murder

and send you to the gallows,

or to have you committed to an institution

for the criminally insane.

Sir Basil, listen to me and

believe me, I implore you.

In destroying the monster,

Dracula,

I performed

a service to humanity.

- Beg pardon, Sir Basil.

- Yes, yes, Squires, yes?

That constable's on

the wire again,

wants to know what's being

done about the bodies.

What constable? What bodies?

The constable at Whitby, sir,

about the bodies of Count Dracula

and the man Renfield.

Oh. Well, tell him I am sending for them

this evening on the 10:00.

And tell him to keep guard over them

and let no one near them.

I wish that bloke'd

hurry up and get here from

Scotland Yard so

we could go home.

9:30. Hmm.

Better get

started for the station.

- Right-o.

- Not you.

You heard orders.

Keep 'em under guard.

You don't mean to say you're gonna leave me

here alone with them?

Someone's got to

meet the train.

That's etiquette, that is.

All right,

I'll meet the train.

After all, this is your jail.

You can't meet a sergeant from

Scotland Yard.

You've no official standing.

Oh.

- (SCRATCHING)

- What's that?

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)

I didn't hear nothing.

In there! Listen!

Not a peep.

You'd better have a look.

You heard the noise.

- You have a look.

- (SIGHS)

Here. Take this.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh!

- What is it?

- A rat.

There's never been no

rats in Whitby jail.

There is now.

Here. Give me that light.

I'll have a look.

Not a rat in sight.

You're worse than an old woman, you are.

(SCRATCHING)

(SHIVERS)

Not a single rat,

and nothing but two corpses.

I'd better be

getting to the station.

Uh, here...

In case they get up

and start walkin'.

- Who?

- Them corpses.

And, Albert, remember...

England expects

every man to do his duty.

Right.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR RATTLES, OPENS)

- Are you in charge here?

- Yes, ma'am.

(CHAIR BANGING)

I've come to see

the body of Count Dracula.

Sorry, ma'am,

it ain't allowed.

- I must.

- Why?

To make sure that he's dead.

You'll have to take

my word for it, ma'am.

- He is.

- Where is he?

- In there?

- Sorry, ma'am, you can't go in there.

It's against orders

from Scotland Yard.

They'd never know if

you didn't tell them.

Orders is orders.

What can I do to persuade you?

Can I offer you money?

I'd rather you wouldn't,

ma'am.

Or something more

precious than money?

Look.

You've never seen

a jewel as beautiful as this,

nor as compelling.

You will remember nothing.

Well, here we are,

Sergeant.

What about a little

drop of the "all right,"

just to keep

the chill off the bones?

- Where've you got the bodies?

- In there.

Albert, this is Sergeant Wilkes of

His Majesty's Scotland Yard.

Well, well.

Where's your manners?

What's the matter, lad?

What is it, lad? What's the matter?

Wake up! Wake up!

Sergeant! Here, something's

happened to him!

- There's only one body in there.

- What?

See for yourself.

- He's gone!

- Who?

- Count Dracula.

- But you were...

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

Unto Adonai and Azrael,

into the keeping of the lords of the flame

and lower pits I consign this body

to be forevermore consumed

in this purging fire.

Let all baleful spirits that threaten

the souls of men be banished

by the sprinkling of the salt.

Be thou exorcised, O Dracula,

and thy body, long undead,

find destruction

throughout eternity

in the name of thy dark,

unholy master.

In the name of the all holiest,

and through this cross,

be the evil spirit cast

out until the end of time.

Free... Free forever.

Do you understand what that means,

Sandor? Free to live as a woman.

Free to take my place in the bright

world of the living,

- instead of among the shadows of the dead.

- Perhaps.

What do you mean?

This night is almost gone.

Who knows what

another will bring?

Quick. We have to be

in London before dawn.

- The night is here.

- Why are you looking at me that way?

I'm remembering last night...

And waiting.

You think this night will be like all the others,

don't you?

Well, you're wrong.

Dracula's destroyed.

His body's in ashes.

The spell is broken.

I can live a normal life now,

think normal things.

Even play normal music again.

Listen.

(PLAYS LULLABY ON THE PIANO)

A cradle song. A song my mother once

sang to me long, long ago,

rocking me to sleep as

she sang in the twilight.

Twilight.

Quiet. Quiet. You disturb me.

Twilight. Long shadows

on the hillsides.

- Evil shadows.

- No.

No, peaceful shadows,

the flutter of wings

in the treetops.

The wings of bats.

No. No, the wings of birds.

From far off,

the barking of a dog.

Barking because

there are wolves about.

- Silence! I forbid you!

- "Forbid"?

- Why are you afraid?

- I'm not.

I'm not. I found release!

That music doesn't speak of release.

(MUSIC ACCELERATES)

No. No! You're right!

That music tells of the dark

evil things, shadowy places.

Stop. Stop! Stop!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Sandor, look at me.

What do you see in my eyes?

Death.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hurry. Hurry,

it's almost daylight.

There's blood on it again.

(COFFIN CREAKS)

When did he have

the last transfusion?

About four hours

before he died.

What do you think

caused his death?

An unnatural lossof blood which we've

been unable to determine.

If we only knew what

caused those two sharp punctures

over the jugular vein.

(HORNS BLOWING)

Well, at any rate, a good tramp over

the moors and the smell of the heather,

may help me forget London and case

histories of neurotic ladies.

Aye, but remember,

you're not here

to doctor the birds,

but to shoot them.

There are a few "birds" in London

I'd like to shoot,

and they

haven't feathers either.

(CHUCKLING)

All right, jock.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

It's my assistant,

Janet Blake.

I left her in London with orders to forget

where I'd gone.

Jeffrey!

Well, what in the name of...

Excuse me.

Well, what do you want?

You. Come on. Get in.

You're going

back to London.

Oh, no. I have an appointment

with several grouse.

You have an appointment

with Scotland Yard.

What for?

I haven't killed anybody.

No, but a friend of yours has...

A man named Van Helsing.

Van Helsing? Professor Van Helsing?

He's in Budapest.

No, he's in London.

He needs help badly.

They tried to reach you here

by phone yesterday,

and ended by my

planing to Edinburgh

and driving from

there all night.

I'm in no mood

for an argument!

Jeffrey, we've barely

time to reach the positions.

- Miss Blake, Mr. Graham.

- How do you do?

You'll have to forget about me.

Got to dash back to London.

Here, Angus.

I knew I had no business buying it in the first place.

Keep it for next year.

Besides, I don't trust myself

with it at the moment.

- Forgive his bad manners, Mr. Graham.

- Never mind my bad manners!

(CAR STARTING)

I'll drop you a line.

- Goodbye.

- Good shooting!

Just because you're

a baronet's daughter,

you take liberties that an ordinary

secretary wouldn't think of.

The ordinary secretary wouldn't have

intelligence enough to think of it.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you're driving. Go ahead.

You want them to hang the man

before we get there?

I'm a psychiatrist,

Professor, not a lawyer.

I'd do anything in the world

to help you, but what?

You must convince

them of my sanity.

If I do that,

they'll hang you for murder.

You can't murder a man who's been dead

for five centuries.

Talking like that won't help.

When you were a student

under me in Vienna, Jeffrey,

you had a far more open mind.

My mind is just as open

as it ever was, Professor,

but it's a scientific mind,

and there's no place in it for superstition.

"Superstition"?

Who can define the boundary between

the superstition of yesterday

and the scientific

fact of tomorrow?

In the history of your own profession,

psychiatry,

a century ago,

hypnosis was looked upon as black magic.

Today it is accepted as commonplace,

even used in anesthesia.

What would have happened

to a man 100 years ago

who advanced the present-day

theories of the subconscious?

Oh, I know, I know.

Do you,

as an intelligent scientist,

dare to dismiss

as superstition

the principles

underlying Tibetan magic,

voodooism,

thought transference?

No.

- Well, there you are.

- Oh, wait, Professor, wait.

Arguments of this sort are all

right in academic circles.

You're up

against stern reality.

You can't defend

yourself by quoting folklore.

There isn't a jury in England

that will believe you,

and, if I had the most brilliant legal mind

in the world, I couldn't make them.

Then I must

stand alone, Jeffrey.

No, Professor.

I'll help you.

I don't know how.

I haven't the faintest idea where to start.

But I'll stake my

reputation against the facts,

if there's a way to

clear you, I'll do it.

Who did this?

A Hungarian.

She just arrived in London a few weeks ago.

- She's charming.

- What's her name?

Countess Marya Zaleska.

Excuse me, Jeffrey.

My dear,

how sweet of you to come.

Don't you know it's very rude

to stare at strangers?

Thought I'd gotten

rid of you for a while.

Not while there's a dangerous

looking brunette like that around.

You know, my guests

are dying to meet you.

Countess Zaleska,

I want you to know Jeffrey Garth,

one of my most

intimate friends.

How do you do?

And Janet Blake,

who doesn't like

your painting very much.

No. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, he doesn't like it, either.

He says that whoever...

- Quiet.

- Sherry, Marya?

No, thank you.

I never drink wine.

You didn't stay in Scotland

long, did you, Jeffrey?

No. Didn't fire a shot.

Never even saw a grouse,

thanks to Father's little helper here.

Oh, that Van Helsing thing.

I've been reading about it in the papers.

That vampire case?

Yes, the man who was known

as Count Dracula.

Rum sort of thing.

Seems that this fellow, Van Helsing,

shoved a stake through

this Dracula fellow's heart.

Do you know him, Jeffrey?

Mmm-hmm.

I studied under him.

I owe most of my

success to him.

What are you going to do?

Well, I don't quite know yet.

One thing I'm pretty sure of,

they won't press

the murder charge.

They haven't been able

to find Dracula's body.

Maybe one of his vampire friends

flew in and spirited him away!

(LAUGHS)

Well, strangely enough,

Van Helsing takes his vampires quite seriously.

Why not? Possibly there are more things in

heaven and earth

than are dreamed of

in your psychiatry, Mr. Garth.

I'm sure we'd all be

interested to know what

modern science has

to say about vampires.

Go on, Jeffrey.

But surely you don't believe that preposterous

rot, old fellow, what?

No, but I believe

in Van Helsing.

He's gone much deeper into

these things than most of us.

Perhaps he's taken

them too literally.

Such researches can

easily lead to obsession.

You mean like people

imagining they're Napoleon?

More or less, and like any disease of the mind,

it can be cured.

All we have to

discover is what

brought about the obsession in order

to effect mental release.

- Release?

- Yes, release.

Sympathetic treatment will release the

human mind from any obsession.

I'm... I'm interested in what

you've been saying, Mr. Garth.

I'm wondering if we might

talk about it one evening soon,

just you and I.

I'd like to.

Very much.

You seem to be having

quite a lot of trouble.

All I ask is a little cooperation

from this blasted...

Ah-ah-ah.

Careful, Doctor. You know what you tell Lady

Anstruther about high blood pressure.

Listen, it's after office hours.

Will you go home?

- I'm worried.

- Worried? About what?

- You, tonight.

- Why?

Oh, call it what you like.

All the same,

you were the only

person at Lady Esme's party

to whom she

paid the slightest attention.

- Perhaps I'm intelligent.

- (SCOFFS)

(GIGGLES)

But odds are you're not getting it tied

for at least 40 minutes.

Well, you might help me.

I beg your pardon?

I said, will you tie

this tie or won't you?

You just hated to

ask me, didn't you?

Well, come on,

come on, come on!

You know, really, Doctor,

I've never seen you in such a dither.

I must have underestimated

the lady's attractions.

Still, I don't know

what you'd do without me.

There. Good night, Doctor.

Good hunting.

Hey!

What is it, Dr. Garth?

Haven't you noticed?

I've been having tie trouble all evening.

(CHUCKLING)

It looks all right to me.

You know, this is the first woman's flat

I've been in that didn't have

at least 20 mirrors in it?

I'm glad you're not your friend,

Professor Van Helsing.

Why?

He'd probably attach some occult

significance to my lack of mirrors.

Occult?

Well, I seem to remember

an old Hungarian legend

that a vampire casts no

reflection in a mirror.

(CHUCKLES)

And you being the lady in question?

Yes, what is it?

Telephone, for him.

In the hall, Dr. Garth.

Thank you.

Yes, Dr. Garth speaking.

Well, who is this? What do you want?

(AFFECTING GERMAN ACCENT)

Please come right away.

This is the zoo speaking.

The what? The zoo?

Ja. One of our

elephants is seeing pink men.

All right, now. Now, listen to me, Janet.

This has gone far enough.

Well, there's nothing

funny about it.

I'm in the midst

of a very serious...

(PHONE CLICKING)

(LAUGHS)

Hello!

(HANGS UP PHONE)

I don't think that'll happen again.

May I have a cigarette?

Dr. Garth,

I ask you here tonight

because I need your help.

As a psychiatrist?

As a man of

strength and courage.

Well, I'm afraid that places me

at a disadvantage.

Do you believe that the dead can

influence the living?

Well, in what way?

Could you conceive of a superhuman

mentality influencing someone

from the other side of death?

No.

- There is such a one.

- Mmm-hmm.

Well, go on.

Someone... Something that reaches out

from beyond the grave

and fills me with

horrible impulses.

Well, how can I help you?

Use my brain,

my will, for an instrument

as he has used them,

but for release.

Your mind has

the power to do that.

No.

Your strength

lies within yourself.

Put it to a test.

"A test"?

Well, for example...

You know what we do with alcoholics?

We give them liquor,

make them sit

for hours alone

without touching it,

make them meet their craving,

beat it back...

That is, if they have

the will to be free.

I have.

Then do this.

The next time you feel this influence,

don't avoid it.

Meet it, fight it,

score the first victory.

That's the secret.

Life against death,

the strength of a human mind against

the powers of darkness.

I'll help you.

You must. You must...

Your strength against his.

Not another phone call.

A woman?

No, a man.

He says it's important.

Oh.

He can help me, Sandor.

This time I'm sure.

Now, look here.

I'm tired of being annoyed after office hours.

If you don't stop calling me, I'll come over

there and, regardless of your sex,

I'll smack you in the nose!

But... This is Dr. Beemish!

Oh, yes.

It's Dr. Beemish now, is it?

Well, Doctor,

how would you like to go back

to the zoo and find

a nice empty cage?

I beg your pardon!

This is Dr. Beamish

of St. Mary's Hospital!

Oh... Oh, I say, Doctor.

I'm profoundly sorry.

I... You see, I... What?

I've called about

Lady Anstruther.

Oh.

I would like you to go

and see her immediately.

That is, if you're

in condition to do so.

Well, I'll...

I'll come directly. Right-o.

(EXHALES)

Would you get my

hat and coat, please?

- I'm sorry. I must leave immediately.

- Oh, no.

An obsession case I've been handling has

become a bit violent.

But you don't understand.

You must hear me out tonight, now.

Come to see me at the hospital

tomorrow afternoon

about half past 4:00, hmm?

I can't do that.

Oh, but surely,

if this is so vital to you.

But you don't understand.

It's impossible.

Can you see me

tomorrow at night?

Well, I'll let you know.

I think so.

Good night, and don't worry.

Are we going out?

We're going to the studio.

Tonight I paint,

and I will need a model.

Wait.

Leave me alone!

I haven't done anything to anybody.

The river is cold and dark.

I know where there is

warmth and food and money.

I don't want

your kind of money.

My mistress is an artist.

She will pay you if you

will pose for her tonight.

There's nothing to fear.

Come.

Don't be afraid, my dear.

It was him I wasn't

so sure about, ma'am.

Make yourself

comfortable over here.

What's your name?

- Lili.

- That's very pretty.

You have beautiful hands,

but they're so white and bloodless.

They're cold, ma'am.

- You came here willingly?

- No, not at first.

- Do you know where you are?

- Yes, in Chelsea.

Have you ever seen me before?

No. No, I haven't.

Help yourself, Lili.

Have you ever modeled before?

No, I haven't.

I'm doing a study of

a young girl's head and shoulders.

You won't object to removing your blouse,

will you?

No, I guess not.

You can get ready

behind that screen.

Thank you.

I'm ready now.

I suppose you'll want these

pulled down, won't you?

Yes.

Finish your wine.

It'll warm you.

Stand by

the fire for a moment.

You mustn't catch cold.

Why are you looking at me that way?

Won't I do?

Yes,

you'll do very well indeed.

Do you like jewels, Lili?

This is very old and very beautiful.

I'll show it to you.

I don't think I'll

pose tonight. I...

I think I'll go,

if you don't mind.

Please don't come any closer!

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICEMAN'S WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BYSTANDERS CHATTERING)

Can you think of one good reason why

you shouldn't be dismissed immediately?

Yes, an excellent one.

Of all the childish,

thoroughly unpardonable impertinences...

Last night,

those phone calls,

causing me to tell the chief of staff

to go back to the zoo.

Well, so he should. And who was

responsible for my phone ringing

every half-hour,

all night long?

I was. I told the nurse

at the switchboard

to see that you didn't

have a wink of sleep!

I thought as much.

Well, I only came down this morning to tell you

that you can look

for a new assistant.

- My resignation.

- Accepted.

With the most

ineffable pleasure.

Excuse me, Dr. Garth,

but Dr. Graham wants to know if you will

come see an emergency patient in 32.

What for?

An amnesia case.

Something quite unusual.

"Unusual," eh?

- Get your notebook and come along with me.

- Oh, no. I'm leaving.

Don't quibble. Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

(SIGHS) Oh!

Strange case here, Doctor.

We think it's quite hopeless.

Loss of blood,

and apparent amnesia.

- What treatment?

- Two transfusions.

- Any response?

- Very little.

- It's not amnesia.

- What is it, then?

Post-hypnosis.

What does that chart say?

"Picked up near Curzon Street.

No signs of violence.

"Rambling, incoherent talk.

Spoke of woman."

Woman? What woman?

What'd she say?

Something about blood,

then she lapsed into unconsciousness,

and we haven't been

able to rouse her since.

I think you've done

everything possible.

What about those

marks on her neck?

- What marks on her neck?

- Two little punctures

near the jugular vein,

like insect bites.

There.

Open that shade a little.

We must bring her out of this coma,

if only for a few moments.

Give her adrenaline,

and if she rallies, let me know instantly.

Yes, Doctor.

What do you think

those marks mean?

I'd rather not say

until I've had a chance to talk with

the one man in London

who might explain them,

Professor Van Helsing.

The loss of blood.

The marks on the neck. Hmm.

I don't understand, gentlemen.

I don't see how it can be,

but those are the marks of the vampire.

Well, it becomes

increasingly evident,

owing to the disappearance

of Dracula's body

and the subsequent evidence,

that he isn't dead at all.

No vampire can

survive the stake.

Well, he may have given

the appearance of death,

during the day the body lay at Whitby,

and come to life at night.

Oh, dash it all!

You've got me talking this gibberish now.

Dracula had many victims,

Sir Basil,

into whose veins he infused

his own tainted blood,

making them

creatures like himself.

Hmm. Sounds very much

to me as if you were

trying to build up

your own defense,

if you'll

forgive my saying so.

What about the man

they found last Friday night,

near the embankment?

Pardon me.

"Marks. Two small punctures,

near jugular vein. Resembling pinpricks.

"Swollen slightly.

Faint discoloration."

Exactly the same.

You must do something

about these attacks, Sir Basil.

- There will be others.

- But of course there'll be.

People are always

being attacked in a fog.

That doesn't prove that London is hagridden

with vampires. It's preposterous.

I think you two are

trying to pull my leg.

Well, as soon as that

girl's in a condition

for a post-hypnotic

examination,

we'll have

something definite to go on.

How soon will that be?

Tonight.

I'm using the Letelier test.

Find out where the attack took place,

and you'll have your vampire.

Well, uh, how will I know

whether it's a vampire in good standing

or just another maniac?

There'll be a box of earth

somewhere near at hand, Jeffrey,

a box of its own native soil

to which the vampire must return

at the end of each night.

And another thing,

there will be no

mirrors anywhere about.

What?

Because a vampire casts

no reflection in mirrors.

(SCOFFS) Well...

- Well! You might say, "Good evening."

- Good evening.

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd severed all connections

with the hospital.

I changed my mind.

I detest vacillating women.

Well, you might as

well run along, Janet.

I'm examining that girl

we looked at presently.

Tell Aubrey that I

may drop by later.

Who is going to tie your tie?

(CHUCKLES)

My dear child,

I've tied my own tie since I was 16,

and if I should

have any difficulty,

I'm quite sure

that Miss Peabody...

Uh, Miss Peabody?

- Miss Peabody?

- Yes, Dr. Garth?

Would you tie my tie, please?

I...

I'm not sure that I can...

Oh, come, come.

Anybody can tie a tie.

Miss Peabody.

Um, the...

The short end loops over.

- Over.

- Oh, I see. Thank you!

Oh! Uh...

Oh, for goodness' sakes.

- Janet, I assure you...

- Quiet!

There.

Stout fellow.

- Is this...

- Perfect!

Well, why didn't you tie it this way

last night? Janet?

- (DOOR SLAMS)

- Janet!

Oh, good evening, Miss Blake.

Is Dr. Garth here?

I'm sorry. He's just left.

Oh.

May I go to supper now,

Dr. Garth?

GARTH: Yes, yes.

By all means. Go ahead.

Why was it necessary to lie?

Dr. Garth asked me

to come this evening.

PEABODY: Well, he...

Go right in, miss.

(WEAKLY) Thank you.

Countess Zaleska!

I had to come.

You...

You said you'd help me.

You're trembling.

Your hands are like ice.

Come. Sit down.

Dr. Garth, I...

I can't go on, that is, without you.

You're the one

person who stands

between me and

utter destruction.

I'm leaving London tonight,

forever.

- What?

- I... I know the truth now.

There's nothing

ahead for me but...

But horror!

You must control

yourself if you expect me

to understand what

you're talking about.

When you left me last night,

I determined to put myself to a test,

as you suggested.

I failed!

It came over me again,

that overpowering command,

wordless, insistent,

and I had to obey!

What was it?

I...

I can't tell you. It's too...

Too ghastly!

I have something here that

may help to

steady your nerves.

A mechanical means

of inducing hypnosis.

Come here, please.

This little light

shines against the disk

reflected by the mirrors.

- No!

- Why not?

It's too late

for experiments.

I'm afraid you're right.

I came to ask

you to go with me.

- Go with you?

- Yes, tonight to the continent.

Oh, I know it all sounds mad.

It is!

But you must do this for me.

I'll make any concession,

but you must come with me.

- You know that's impossible.

- No, no. Don't say that.

You're a great doctor.

A doctor of minds, of souls.

I need you, Dr. Garth.

I need you to save my soul.

How can you expect me

even to listen to you

when you're concealing

the truth about yourself?

But I have told

you all I can now.

You mean,

you've told me all you dare.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Pardon me.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Yes?

The girl is ready now,

Dr. Garth.

All right.

I'll be there at once.

Pardon me.

I want you to

wait here for me.

I'll be back very shortly.

A patient...

I want you to sit

down very calmly

and make up your mind exactly

how you're going to tell me the truth.

- The entire truth.

- But...

When I come back,

we'll decide what can be done,

if anything.

Meanwhile,

I wouldn't plan on leaving London tonight,

if I were you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I'll leave and

you'll go with me.

- Where's Dr. Garth?

- He'll be back presently.

Won't you sit down?

I'd like to talk to you.

(SCOFFS) Well, I'm sure we've

nothing to discuss, Countess Zaleska.

We might talk of Dr. Garth.

He's interested in both of us.

I'm quite aware of

his interest in you, Countess,

as a psychiatrist.

Sandor.

(GASPS)

Take her to the car. This way.

(JANET SCREAMS)

Lights.

- Don't be afraid. Nobody's going to hurt you.

- No. No, please, please!

Let me alone!

Oh, that light hurts my eyes.

- Now, now, now, dear. Now.

- Wait.

Just relax. That's better.

Just as though you

were going to sleep.

Sound asleep.

That's more like it.

You are sleepy.

It's hard to keep your eyes open

with that light

in them, isn't it?

But look at it again,

as long as you can.

That's better.

You're almost asleep now.

I want you to try to remember.

Remember. There are little

pictures in your mind,

pictures behind your eyes.

You can see them if you try.

Try. Try!

You must remember.

No.

No! No!

Shh. Nothing

to be afraid of.

Nothing to fear.

We're here to protect you.

Take it away from my eyes.

- It hurts.

- The light?

The ring.

The ring on your hand.

- Whose hand?

- Your hand, ma'am.

Your eyes.

I don't want to pose.

"Pose"?

LILI: Think I'll go,

if you don't mind.

Please.

Please let me out, I...

Where are you?

You know. You remember now.

Your studio.

What studio? Where?

In Chelsea.

I know that.

I used to live here.

Whereabouts in Chelsea?

You must remember.

The bookshop's closed.

I don't want to go

up those dark stairs.

Let go of my arm.

You're hurting me!

Please!

She's dead.

I think I know where to find

the one who's responsible.

Countess Zaleska!

(THUNDERCLAP)

- Closing for the night.

- Scotland Yard.

That's different.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for

the studio of a woman

who calls herself

Countess Zaleska.

Dark, aristocratic.

There's a woman with

a place on the third floor.

That ain't her name, but there's some

strange goings-on up there.

- Let me use your telephone.

- On the desk. There.

Beg pardon, sir.

Yes, Hobbs, yes, what is it?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Dr. Garth on the wire,

sir. He says...

Oh, don't stand there telling me what

he says. Give me the telephone!

- Yes.

- And Hobbs?

Just have a look in

that lot there, will you?

See if you can

find my Bolivian Blue?

Hello. Hello, Jeffrey.

Yes, yes, what is it? What is it?

What do you want?

Take down this address, and bring Van

Helsing with you, immediately.

Chelsea? Well, what on earth are you doing

in Chelsea at this time of night?

Running down a vampire.

Vampires. Oh, my...

Are you drunk?

Not likely.

Will you hurry, please?

All right. All right.

I'll get there as soon as possible,

but it's all a pack of...

- The Bolivian Blue, sir!

- Idiot, that's a Guatemalan Red.

- Clear away this stuff, will you?

- Yes, sir.

Will you take your

barley water now, sir?

Barley water, barley water. Get me my heavy

topcoat and revolver.

- I'm going out after vampires!

- "Vampires"?

Vampires! Ha, ha, ha!

Well, I always understood you went after

them with checkbooks, sir.

Hobbs, don't be facetious.

No, sir.

(RINGING)

It took you

longer than I expected.

What's all this mean?

As I told you, I'm leaving tonight,

and you're going with me.

No.

You're coming with

me to Scotland Yard.

I think not.

Do you know that I've just come

from the bedside of

the girl you

brought here last night?

Well, she's dead.

What a pity.

She seemed so healthy.

Another victim,

last week a man.

You're no longer the sympathetic Samaritan,

are you, Dr. Garth?

Now you're a policeman.

Nevertheless,

you can still help me.

And you shall.

Then you must be insane.

Desperate, rather.

There isn't anything I won't do now

to enlist your aid in freeing me of the

curse of the Draculas.

- "Draculas"?

- Yes.

I am Dracula's daughter.

Miss Blake.

- What about Miss Blake?

- Do you know where she is?

Yes, Sir Aubrey Bedford's.

- Are you quite sure?

- Positive.

She returned to your

study after you left.

We talked, but not too long.

I don't believe you.

Why don't you

telephone and find out?

- There's one in that desk.

- Very well.

Hello, Jeffrey, old fellow. Where have you

been? When are you coming over?

Pretty soon. Is Janet there?

No, she phoned,

about half an hour ago...

What?

She did what?

I said, she phoned

about half an hour ago.

Said she was meeting you somewhere in

Chelsea, of all places.

Some studio or other.

I say, what's it all about?

Have you found a better party?

Countess Zaleska!

BASIL:

Well, this must be the place.

Look here, Jeffrey.

Just what new piece of asininity is this?

She's gone.

She's taken Janet with her.

- Gone? Who's gone?

- Countess Zaleska.

Dracula's daughter.

Dracula's daughter?

Now, look here, you two.

If you're still playing games with me,

if you routed me out of my bed

in the middle of the night

to dash down here on

some confounded hoax, I...

This is no hoax,

Sir Basil.

- Exactly what happened?

- She came to the hospital tonight.

Said she was leaving London.

She begged me to go with her.

- Go with her?

- Well, I refused of course.

Later, after I had examined the girl

and traced Zaleska here,

she still insisted.

She said she'd force me.

How she got hold of Janet, I don't know,

but we've got to find them!

Janet's in danger!

Think of what happened to those others.

No, wait.

As long as this woman

wants to control you,

she won't harm her.

What are you standing there for?

Why don't you do something?

They're still in London.

Send out a general alarm.

Throw a dragnet around the city.

- Where's the telephone?

- In there.

- Zaleska has a flat in Russell Square.

- Oh, she won't be there.

If she manages to slip

out of England tonight,

there's only one place in this world to

which she'll go,

her castle in Transylvania.

BASIL: Hello, hello, hello!

Scotland Yard?

Sir Basil Humphrey speaking.

Yes! Get me Squires.

I want a general broadcast.

(MORSE CODE BEEPING)

Scotland Yard requests reports

about the following...

Uh, I knew I should have

turned off my telephone last night.

Yes, well?

What about it?

- What did you find?

- Nothing, sir.

Oh.

Nobody at the Russell Square flat,

everything torn up.

- No letters, no nothing.

- Huh.

- Dr. Garth was there.

- Where is he now?

I don't know, sir.

He went away somewhere in his car.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello. Yes.

Hello? Uh... What?

Well, why wasn't it followed?

Somebody'll lose his

skin for this, all right.

Dover reports an unidentified

plane, no lights,

taking off across

the Channel an hour ago.

Of course, she'd have

made all preparations.

(CLICKING PHONE SWITCH)

Get me the Paris police headquarters.

Well, what are you

standing there for?

We must find Jeffrey,

and break the news as gently as possible.

- Just came, sir.

- Thank you.

More good news.

Listen to this.

"Chartered plane

leaving for Transylvania.

"Will keep in touch.

Jeffrey Garth."

Stop him!

He's going to his death.

Get me Croydon Airport!

At once, you hear? At once!

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHTER)

(CHATTERING)

Well, Zoltan and Elena,

a fine wedding!

And soon,

it will be night.

- (HOWLING)

- A wolf!

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

(COFFIN LID THUMPS)

(TOWNSPEOPLE CHATTERING)

The castle!

- The light!

- Dracula!

He's come back!

(PANICKED CHATTERING)

The light in

the castle... Dracula!

- What is this?

- The inn, mein Herr.

As far as we dare

go until morning.

- What?

- The vampire.

She walks tonight with

her unhallowed father!

- Are you quite sure?

- Ja, ja!

Well, then let's get along.

You're just in time.

In a few minutes,

the doors will be

barred until daylight.

I tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you five pounds

if you take me as far

as Borgo Pass, no farther.

- But not further than Borgo Pass!

- That's more like it.

There. And I'll ride in

the front seat with you.

Will you take care of my bag,

please, until I come back?

- Yes, sir.

- Come along.

He must be mad.

Beautiful and helpless.

Yes.

Why have you

left her unharmed?

It's the only way I

can be sure of Garth.

What do you want of Garth?

Release? Still, release?

No, I know that's

impossible now.

- I want him.

- What do you mean?

His life,

in exchange for hers.

- His death.

- No. No, not death.

Life. Eternal life with me.

Have you

forgotten your promise

that I was to

have eternal life?

There is death for

Garth if he comes here,

death, not life,

and destruction for you.

Get out.

You won't wait long.

No, not long.

Up there.

Good night, my friend.

Who's there?

(GUNSHOT)

- Where's Janet?

- Safe so far.

If you've harmed her...

You're not in London now, Dr. Garth,

with your police.

You're in Transylvania,

in my castle.

Never mind all that.

Where is she?

- In there?

- Wait.

Get out of my way.

Very well.

(CHATTERING)

(RATTLING DOORKNOB)

BASIL: Rap on the door.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

- What's he saying? What's he saying?

- He's gone to the castle.

There isn't

a moment to be lost.

Well, let's get on

with it then.

Hypnosis, eh?

Something older

and more powerful.

Whatever it is,

I'll bring her out of it.

Like the other one who died?

Her pulse is weak, Dr. Garth,

growing weaker.

All your skill

cannot help her now.

She's under a spell that can be

broken only by me or death.

Well, then, break it!

The great Dr. Garth helpless,

as she lies there

dying before him?

She's not dying.

I won't let her die.

Janet...

Your life for hers.

What are you talking about?

Remain here.

- Remain?

- Yes, with me, among the undead,

one yourself, as only I

can make that possible,

never to know death,

as men know it.

- You're insane!

- "Insane"?

To offer you eternal life?

I don't believe in your

spells and your magic!

Then let your

science save her, or...

- Or what?

- Or agree to remain here.

All right. Release her.

(GASPS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Janet... Is she?

- She's all right.

- And Countess Zaleska?

- Out there.

Janet, open your eyes.

Oh, Jeffrey!

There's your vampire,

Sir Basil.

The arrow...

A wooden shaft through her heart,

just as I drove

the stake through his.

BASIL: The woman is beautiful.

VAN HELSING: She was beautiful

when she died

a hundred years ago.