Grave of the Vampire (1972) - full transcript

[heartbeat]

[labored breathing]

[chatter]

Hey, Paul!

Paul, where are you going?

We'll be back!

But Lola Blossom's
gonna do her dance,

and we got all the
freshmen dressed

like dogs so they can crawl on
their knees and bark at her.

You have fun.

We'll be back.



Shall I tell Lola
to get started?

Yeah, you can tell
Lola to get started.

YOUNG MAN: Yahoo!

[giggling]

I don't think I'll ever be
frightened of graveyards.

They're special for us.

Hey, it was almost
this very spot.

Is that why you
brought me here tonight?

No, that's not why I
brought you here tonight.

I saw you peaking
into the bedroom

while Lola Blossom
was getting dressed.

I wasn't peaking.

Well, what do you call it then?

She just left the
door open, all right?



Go on, Paul.

I merely suggested to her that
perhaps she should close it.

Yes, Paul I understand.

[giggling]

Leslie?

Oh, Paul, it's beautiful.

Will you marry me, Leslie?

Yes, Paul.

Any time you want me to.

I love you.

It was my grandmother's.

I've never seen
anything so beautiful.

You, know the only thing
I own is this car, and is

isn't even paid for yet.

We can move into my
folks' summer place

anytime we want to.

It's boarded up since they died.

We can make it livable, and
it's only 10 miles from here.

[scraping]

What was that?

We're not the
only two out here.

[giggling]

LESLIE: I love you.

[moaning]

Oh, I love you.

[gasp]

No!

No!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah, no!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

No!

No!

Ah!

PAUL: Ah!

Help me!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

[crying]

[screaming]

[crying]

No!

No!

[screaming]

[screaming]

Oh, no!
No!

No!

No!

[screaming]

WOMAN: Dr. Verger, surgery.

Dr. Verger, surgery.

Hey, hey, lieutenant,
honestly, this place

gives me the [inaudible].

I'm nervous.

I think it's time
[inaudible] can have a drink.

Go get your drink, sir,
but just give it to me

one more time.

I told it to you m-- m--
m-- more than 50 times.

Once more, sir.

I was asleep by the rear
gate of the cemetery.

I heard a thumping sound.

I heard a woman scream.

That woke me up.

That woke me up.

Then I tried to go
halfway back to sleep,

but the sun was coming.

Oh, I couldn't-- couldn't
keep my eyes closed.

So I got up and walked a bit,
and then I-- I saw that man.

Terrible.

Oh, terrible.

Then another man climbing
out of an open grave.

Got up yelling and screaming.

And I looked down
in the grave, and

there she was with her dress up
and the rest of her body naked.

I started running
down, lieutenant.

Yelling, and yelling, and
running, until the patrol

pick-- cop picked me up.

And I ain't had a drink since.

When you saw the man running,
can you remember if the sun

had completely risen?

I was so frightened when I saw
that dead boy's face I couldn't

think of anything else.

Try to think now.

I don't remember the sun.

I only know it was
like a-- a grain

of-- when the night is over.

You can go now, Zack.

Just check in with us
every day for a while.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, lieutenant.

I will.

I will.

And-- and, lieutenant, I'll be
down by the Bible mission, too.

[chuckling]

And-- and-- and no more--
more cemetery for me.

Good thinking, Zack.

WOMAN: Dr. Evans, room 312.

Dr. Evans, room 312.

Aren't you gonna hold Zack.

Mm-mm.

He was drunk.

Maybe he blew his top
and killed the kid.

I wouldn't put it past him.

Zack is harmless.

And what's all this about
the sun having come up or not?

The kid's body was drained
of blood, wasn't it?

He was badly cut up.

The blood just drained out.

Then where is it?

It wasn't on the ground.

It wasn't in the car.

I figure he was
killed somewhere else

and then dumped
in the graveyard.

Maybe you're right.

Now, look, lieutenant,
all day long you've

been dismissing every
possibility I've come up with,

and I don't mind telling
you I don't like it.

Now, we've got a young
man who has been murdered

in some freaky way, a young
girl, half out of her mind,

who may or may not have
been sexually assaulted,

and a crypt from which
someone stole an old corpse.

Now, how about asking some
questions around that campus.

We will, Duffy, and
anyplace else you feel we

might come up with something.

All right, then.

All right, then.

WOMAN: Dr. Hayman, radiology.

Dr. Hayman, radiology.

Leslie Hollander was
raped, lieutenant.

There are contusions and bad
bruises on her back and on her

legs, and she's gradually
coming out of the shock.

May I try to speak to her?

Well, all right, but
just for a few minutes.

Leslie, there are
some gentlemen here

from the police to see you.

Ms. Hollander, I'm
Lieutenant Panzer.

This is Sergeant Duffy, and
we'd like to talk to you

about what happened last night.

It's not only what
happened to you, miss.

It's what could happen
to others in the future.

It's your duty
under the law to--

I'm going to show
you some pictures.

Now, it's possible that the
man that did this to you

is in these pictures.

Now, I'm going to
hold them so that you

can easily glance at each one.

WOMAN: Dr. Miller,
administration.

Dr. Miller, administration.

Now, I'll keep
on flipping them,

and you keep on looking at them.

The faces, Ms. Hollander.

The faces.

Can't you see she needs rest?

Now, Olga, we're not
going to hurt Leslie.

Come on now.

[sharp breath]

Gentlemen, you'll
have to leave.

Sorry.

OK.

[crying]

Whose photo was it?

The very man whose corpse
is missing from the crypt.

Caleb Croft.

Last arrest, Boston.

Rape.

[inaudible]

He escaped the same
night they caught him.

The chase led through the
Boston subway system on foot.

He accidentally fell
on the third rail,

and he was electrocuted.

They shipped the
body to California

and placed it in that crypt
almost three years ago.

Just suppose the boyfriend
raped her, and just suppose

she's trying to give
us the run around.

And just suppose the boyfriend
committed suicide by running

backward into a gravestone.

Lieutenant, you got a
great record on the force.

You could very easily
be up for chief,

but just let it be known that
you believe that somebody got

juiced with 50,000
volts and three years

later climbs out of his grave,
commits a murder and a rape,

and then runs off into the
sunrise like Bella Lugosi!

You'll lose your job,
your pension, everything.

You've convinced me.

Like hell I have.

[heavy breathing]

Just rest.

Everything will be all right.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Don't
try to hide from me.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: You!

[inaudible]

MAN [ON RADIO]: Don't
waste your breath, my dear.

No one can hear you.

My basement laboratory
is sound proof.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: Why
did you bring me down?

You know I'm afraid of the dark!

MAN [ON RADIO]: I need you
for a heinous experiment.

Within the hour, I
will have completely

drained you of your blood.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
You're a maniac!

You'll never get away with this!

Mike will find me!

MAN [ON RADIO]: Don't
count on it, my dear.

[inaudible]

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
Please leave me alone.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Too late!

You should've been
more cooperative.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: No!

No!

MAN [ON RADIO]: Don't
struggle [inaudible].

Just relax.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: No!

No!

Please, leave me!

Don't touch me!

[maniacal laughter]

[gasp]

[heavy breathing]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Doctors pretend like they know everything.

Pills.

Needles.

Talk.

And the people wither away.

The pills help me, Olga.

They help you
forget you're alive.

Olga, I would like to talk to
Leslie alone for a few minutes.

I've been taking care of
Leslie for 24 hours a day,

but now I have to leave
for a few minutes?

It's all right, Olga.

My husband died from pills.

Sit down.

The reports are back
from the lab, Leslie.

No doubt, you're pregnant.

A baby?

Paul's baby.

DOCTOR: Leslie, listen to me.

I'm asking that you
have an abortion.

Why?

Leslie, what's growing
inside of you isn't alive,

and your body is nourishing
it, giving it blood and oxygen,

but when it leaves your
womb, it'll be dead.

There must be some mistake.

There's nothing
wrong with my body.

I'm healthy, and
Paul was healthy.

You don't know everything.

Olga was right.

DR. FORD: Leslie, I've been
your doctor most of your life.

Now, there's no mistake.

What's inside your womb
isn't a human being.

It's a parasite.

It'll drag you down,
and it'll kill you.

Now, we must take that
parasite out of you.

My mother used
to bring me here.

All those old people in the
waiting room-- none of them

ever got better.

Now, Leslie, you know better
than to talk like that.

You won't touch my baby.

It'll be born healthy, and
you won't even be there.

Olga!

I know what you're gonna try to
do, and I'm not gonna let you.

Olga!

Olga, take me away from here.

We're not gonna see
any more doctors.

Come on, baby.

Leslie, please.

Come on now.

Leslie!

May I help you with your bags?

We don't want help from you.

The other officers are
calling it an unsolved crime.

Why do you persist?

I'll find him, Ms. Hollander.

[squeaking]

[crying]

All the pain will
soon be over, Leslie.

Dr. Ford said this
baby wasn't alive,

but you proved him
wrong, and your baby

kept growing inside you,
and now it wants to be born.

Oh!

Oh, I can feel it coming!

Ah!

All the pain and misery.

Them doctors wanted to rip
this baby from inside of you!

Shh!

It's coming now, Leslie!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

[baby crying]

It's a boy!

Oh, Leslie, it's
a good, happy boy!

I wanna see him.

Good.

Good.

I want to see Paul's baby.

Why don't you bring him to me?

Oh, look at his little head.

Oh.

Yes.

Why is he so grey?

I've never seen a baby
with such a color before.

Maybe we should call Dr. Ford.

No.

He'll be all right.

We'll make him well and strong.

[baby crying]

Oh.

[laughter]

Oh.

Shh.

Shh.

Please, Leslie, let me call Guy

No doctors, Olga.

But that baby's gonna die.

It won't take milk.

It will not die.

Bring him to me.

We'll try once more.

[SINGING] When you
wake, you shall have

all the pretty little horses.

Dappled and grey,
pintos and bays.

All the pretty little horses.

[humming]

Dappled and grey,
pintos and bays.

All the pretty little horses.

JAMES [VOICEOVER]:
My mother found

it difficult to tell me that
I wasn't like other children.

I could never share life
with whole human beings.

I slowly learned that the
thing that had made my mother

and fathered me was no
living, feeling man,

but a malignant force, cancer
that refused to be destroyed.

It wasn't only her blood that
my mother gave to keep me alive.

Her youth and her own
life was sucked up

into the syringe that fed me.

I came to hate Caleb Croft
for creating me in his image

and for using my mother as a
spawning ground for his evil.

I'm determined to destroy him.

I've tracked him from
country to country

to the colleges and
universities where

he finds the fresh
young blood he craves.

Luck or an animal
sense of danger

keeps him always one
step ahead of me,

but the circle is closing.

Soon I'll meet my
father face to face.

Soon I'll have him
where I want him.

[chatter]

Is this Professor Lockwood's
extension course on folk

mythology and the occult?

Yes.

I'm Anita Jacoby.

I'm working on my doctorate.

I'm James Eastman.

Hello.

Hi.

These night courses are
really much more interesting.

All types and ages.

I hear if you're not
in time to get a seat

you can't take the course.

I hope my roommate
gets here on time.

Sara.

Sara.

It's getting chilly.

I have a place we can go to.

Ain't And I good enough for you?

[smash]

[heavy breathing]

No!

No!
No!

No!
No!

No!

No!

Oh, no!
No!

No!

No!

Those of you who don't have
seats will have to leave.

I'm sorry, but we just
don't have the space.

I know that some of you are
lawyers, teachers, bored

housewives with nothing better
to do with their evening,

but with any luck a few
may learn something.

My name is Lockwood,
Professor Adrian Lockwood.

It's called goober dust by the
old blacks of the deep south.

Sprinkle it around your
enemy's bed at night,

and he will die in his sleep.

Ground up peanut husks.

That's all it is.

Can it really kill?

No.

Not here with automobiles
and electric lights.

We could never
believe such a thing,

but strip away the lights, the
automobile, the antibiotics

that keep us one
step ahead of death,

and we are left with
pathetic, frightened

little creatures wandering
in a cruel and hostile world.

so we fear the gods,
demons, devils,

bats, banshees, angels--

JAMES: Vampires?

Yes, as a matter
of fact, vampires.

It is those answers,
answers born out of fear,

that we are here to study.

It's interesting that you
should all turn out of here

tonight in overflow numbers.

Is it that, like primitive man,
you're still filled with fear?

With a nameless dread
that you cannot shake?

Death.

CROFT: Who are you?

Anita Jacoby.

Death has been the
chief dread, the one

obsessive preoccupation
of man since he

first crawled from the cave.

Of all the animals, only man
is aware that as surely as he

was born, he will someday die.

The individual who
can inflict death

has the complete respect
of the other man.

They are in awe of you.

Death is also very beautiful.

Some loved ones we have
seen in death never looked

more peaceful, more serene.

What is your name?

Anne Arthur.

I'm an instructor in
English literature.

CROFT: I'm sorry if the
subject frightens you.

I'm sure no one holds you
responsible, professor.

Ah, the voice
interested in vampires.

Yes.

I plan a paper on
Charles Croydon.

Charles Croydon is
not generally known.

Perhaps you would care
to share your knowledge

with the rest of the class.

Thank you.

He was a 17th century
English nobleman.

He said that he and
his wife were vampires.

They were hunted by
the Church of England.

They sought refuge in a
small puritan settlement

in Massachusetts.

Croydon was responsible for
a series of gruesome murders

near Salem, and his
wife was, in fact,

burned as a vampire in 1846.

But Croydon was never found.

Then if we are to accept
the traditional legend

that vampires can only
be killed by the ritual

of the wooden stake
through the heart,

Charles Croydon must
still be alive today.

Though why must he hide?

A vampire with all the awesome
terrible power of Satan.

All the black arts
at his command.

Why must he be forced to
scurry like the frightened rat?

But as a vampire, what
choice would he have?

He would have to protect
himself against the anger

of righteous people.

You would think the
man's personality would

compel him to stand
up, to terrify all

the puny mortals around him.

And not to hide in dark
holes behind assumed names

like Caleb Croft.

Who is Caleb Croft?

Even I know the answer
to that one, professor.

CROFT: Well, let us hear it.

Caleb Croft was a
murderer and a rapist.

Accidentally electrocuted
in the late '30s.

His body mysteriously
disappeared,

and a police officer believing
Croft to be a vampire

was found near
Croft's burial place

dead, drained of all his blood.

These facts are all published
in a book that links Caleb

Croft and Charles Croydon.

CROFT: What book is that?

Let me see.

Oh, yes, It's called "The
Mysteries of New England,"

but there weren't
many copies made.

You seem very interested in
the Croft case, professor.

Yes, I am mister?

Eastman.

James Eastman.

Mr. Eastman, if you remain
in the class long enough,

you, too, may
develop an interest

more than you bargained for.

[bell ringing]

CROFT: Ms. Arthur?

Professor Lockwood,
I just wanted

to thank you for an
excellent class this evening.

You have a way
with your students.

CROFT: What way is that?

Compelling.

Students often drift
during my lectures.

CROFT: They are fools.

Come closer, Ms.
Arthur, into the light.

You did not come here to discuss
your students, Ms. Arthur.

At first, you reminded
me of my dead wife, Sara,

but then I went beyond that.

No artist could
capture such grace.

Forgive me if I seem
to be compelling.

That quality is inspired by you.

Please, Professor
Lockwood, I feel

very helpless at this moment.

CROFT: I'm sorry.

Perhaps another
time, another place.

I would just like
to leave here now.

You're free to leave.

No tricks.

No goober dust.

--[inaudible] is the most
important thing to me.

I know.

Good night, Ms. Arthur.

That's all, sir.

Closing time.

You have to leave now.

I would like to take this book.

Oh, no.

That's for reference only.

I couldn't let that go out.

I drove all the way
from the university

hoping to find a copy.

It's vital for a
lecture I have planned.

I'm Professor Lockwood.

Professor Lockwood?

Yes.

May I borrow it
for a day or two?

I have to close up now.

You have lovely hair.. Mrs...

Fenwick, Ms. Fenwick

Ms. Fenwick

I was a photographer's model once...

You'll have to leave now.

The book, Ms. Fenwick?

The library has
very strict rules.

I can't make any exceptions.

You led me to believe
that I could take it.

I did not.

All that business about
your hair and your eyes.

Good night, professor.

You were using me.

You have got to go.

[screaming]

Using me!

[screaming]

Using me.

[music playing]

Thanks for coming.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks.

Dance then?

I'm not too good at
that sort of thing.

All you have to do is move.

You do move.

[chuckling]

Yeah, I move.

Look, I'd like to start
by just sitting down.

Agreed.

On one condition.

You stand right
here for one minute

and let me do all of the work.

I don't get you.

There's nothing to get.

James is playing heavy tonight.

It's all right.

I'm going [inaudible].

I wanna show you something.

I've been comparing Charles
Croydon, the vampire,

with Caleb Croft.

I agree with TJ Boyd.

They're one in the same.

But I think that you know more.

Or Professor
Lockwood knows more.

Or you know something
about each other.

James?

I can't help you.

You're like Croft or Croydon.

I'd swear you were a
vampire if I hadn't seen you

walking around in the sunlight.

You're unobtainable.

I do turn you off.

Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry.

ANITA: Oh, Anne.

I'm sorry about all this.

Um, we played some records,
and called some people,

and now we got a
thing going here.

It's just that I'm so tired.

That's all.

Professor Lockwood
wear you out?

Sounds as if you've
been hearing some gossip.

You and Professor Lockwood
were together after class.

That's all.

We were.

He was deeply affected by
the death of his wife, Sara.

It seems I resemble her.

Thanks very much
for inviting me.

Good night.

Wait.

Look, you're never
gonna get a chance

to cook your dinner here.

James lives just above.

Go borrow some pots and pans.

I'd be happy to.

All right.

Sara.

Charles Croydon.

Sara Croydon.

Caleb Croft.

Croydon.

Croft.

Lockwood.

There's a pot.

Can I fix you some spaghetti?

No, thank you.

Some Chianti, then?

All right.

Do you have a corkscrew?

Yeah.

Will you do me the honor then?

Pleasure.

Do yo have a dog or a cat?

The meat's mine.

Oh.

I guess the next
logical question

is how come we're
not 20 years old

and playing the bongo
drums downstairs?

Sorry.

I'm embarrassing you.

Oh, I don't feel like stuffing
myself with any damn spaghetti.

So beautiful with you, James.

I hope you don't become
always so aggressive.

I don't.

You have such deep passion.

Such wonderful passion.

So silent all of the time.

Oh, Ms. Jacoby.

I hope you're not disappointed.

Anne isn't here.

I suspect she's spending the
night with James Eastman.

How interesting.

You don't have to play
games with me, professor.

3 o'clock in the morning.

I know why you've come.

Then I trust
you're mature enough

to be discreet about my
interest in Ms. Arthur.

Why, Professor Lockwood,
you're acting almost human.

I fail to appreciate
your humor, Ms. Jacoby.

Then I'll share it with you.

"Mysteries of New
England" by TJ Boyd.

I've researched
every written word

on the black arts, the occult,
voodoo, witches, vampires.

Boyd describes you perfectly,
Lockwood, Croft, Croydon.

You're imagining
things, Ms. Jacoby.

I want you to
make me a vampire.

Slowly mix my blood with
yours until one night

while I'm bathing in the
light of the full moon

the black magic will
take place, and I

will come to you as your bride,
and serve you for all eternity.

And if I were Croft or
Croydon, the idea of a companion

for all eternity?

The relationship would become
a bit stale, don't you think?

I pride myself
on my imagination.

Entertainment would be
kept in constant flow.

I could scream
now, and the halls

would be filled with people.

You would be dismissed just
for being here at this hour,

but I won't scream, because you
are Charles Croydon, vampire.

They took your wife, Sara,
from you and burned her.

I want to take her place.

I love you, Charles.

Please, take me, Charles.

Take me.

I am Caleb Croft
and Charles Croydon.

You shall have your wish, Anita.

When do we start?

Tomorrow night at my home.

I should leave now.

I'll [inaudible] in the hall.

I don't expect you to
act in any particular way.

No pressures.

No obligations.

If we get together again,
it's because we both want to.

[water running]

ANNE: No!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[muffled screaming]

Oh!

[crying]

Tea cake, Anne?

No, thank you.

Tea is enough for me.

God, if I had found
Anita like that,

I'd be in a straight jacket, but
here you sit, sweet as cream,

ready for tonight's seance.

Well, I guess it must
be English fortitude.

Cake is so delicious.

I can't believe dead people
haven't found a way to eat it.

After all, they're just like
us, only crossed over, I mean.

Do you think Professor
Lockwood's really

going to make contact tonight?

I can't say it's impossible.

I'm so glad you feel that way.

Sam says I'm too emotional
about these things,

but nobody could accuse
you of being too emotional.

Well, I didn't
mean it like that.

I'm sure you can be very
emotional when you want to be.

It's just that you're
usually so cerebral.

But me, I'm a mystic.

Sam says I eat too
much to be mystic,

but look how fat Buddha was.

Is Sam inside?

Yes.

He's still poking around.

I'll die if Professor
Lockwood comes back

and finds him looking under
rugs for loud speakers

and hidden wires.

Find anything?

The house seems legit,
but to afford he's

got to be a syndicate
bag man, at least.

Oh, it's going to be
genuine, I know it.

Look, Carol, just because
I couldn't find anything

doesn't mean it's not here.

Sam, don't spoil
things tonight.

I promise not to smoke,
drink, or use abusive language.

I came here for a spook
show, and I'll cooperate,

but that doesn't mean
I have to believe it.

You know, Carol's
been three inches off

the ground ever since Anita
and that librarian got it.

Both bodies drained of blood.

It must have been a vampire.

Look what I brought.

Me, Carol Moskowitz.

I'll put my trust
in a 45 automatic.

CAROL: But you
promised to go along.

SAM: OK, OK.

Mine is not to reason why.

Mine is just to do or die.

Good evening.

I took the liberty of
dismissing the servants.

Their very presence in the
building could be distracting.

You make a groovy
medium, professor.

It is not I who
will be the medium.

JAMES: Who, then?

Anne.

JAMES: Why Anne?

Because it is you
who is most qualified.

Oh, yes, if you remember
our conversation

one evening after class.

ANNE: I remember.

I was testing your ability to
submit to suggestion as I have

tested each one of you, and I
have found you to be the most

developed of all my students.

I don't believe a
word of the professor.

Passion in any direction
is welcome here.

I promise you, Sam, that if
you just try to cooperate

you will have a total
experience of this evening.

You can't ask for any
more than that, Sam.

We will all sit at the table.

Ms. Arthur, you will sit here.

Now, remember there
is nothing to know

and nothing that we
are obliged to do

except to join hands to relax.

Relax.

Now, if you'll sit back in
your chairs, close your eyes,

dismiss everything
from your minds.

Everything.

Everything.

Our bodies are relaxed, and
we will bring all our thoughts

to one central part of our brain
into our shoulders, our arms,

our hands, one into the
other into the other

until our minds merge slowly.

One into the other
into the other.

Relax.

Relax.

Relax.

Relax.

Relax.

There is one who
is still fighting.

One who needs further help.

Come on, Sam.

You promised.

I'm not doing
anything, I tell ya.

CROFT: Now try.

Try.

That's better now.

Sara.

My wife, Sara.

Anne is here with us all.

She is ready to receive you now.

Take her, Sara.

Your mind and her body with
me through all eternity.

[groaning]

Sara.

Sara.

[groaning]

Sara failed you, Charles.

You're mine now.

That's Anita's voice.

I've crawled the floors of
hell to thank you, Charles.

Anita, tell us the
truth about Caleb

Croft and Charles Croydon.

It was you fighting
me, you calling Anita.

Anita, tell us about Croft,
Croydon, and Lockwood,

the same man, the same vampire.

I love you Charles.

A moment more and I shall
become Anne to serve you

for all the nights of all time.

You will not
possess Anne's body.

Too late, Charles.

Too late.

I'm here now with all of you.

Fight her, Anne.
[inaudible] Fight, Anne!

Fight!

No, Anne.

Submit to me.

He'll murder you as he did me.

Jame's was right, Anne.

Lockwood is the vampire.

All of you, Professor
Lockwood is the vampire.

Anne, look at me!

Look into my eyes.

Cast Anita out, Anne.

Cast her out.

Yes.

Anne?

Anne?

James.

It's all right now.

Anita is gone.

I don't know about the
rest of you, but I think--

Just what do you think, Sam?

I think either you're a vampire
or Anne is a marvelous actress

and voice impressionist,
and that the both of you

staged this whole
thing for the effect.

And just how effective
would you say it was?

It was damn effective.

But you're not worried
that I'm a real vampire,

or that I'm going to kill
all of you in this room?

I'm not worried.

Is, uh, anybody else worried?

I'm not afraid.

I even left my
crucifix upstairs.

You remember what
you said about us

getting together again?

[inaudible] it's
because we both want to?

Yes.

Well, I want to.

I've locked all the exits.

I am Charles Croydon.

This is ridiculous.

Come on, [inaudible].

Let's get the hell out of here.

[screaming]

[screaming]

I don't know what the hell's
going on here, professor,

but one more step,
and I'll shoot.

[crying]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

Stay here.

[screaming]

CAROL: Oh, no!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Oh, no!

[crash]

[yelling]

[crash]

[screaming]

[crash]

[crash]

[crash]

[crash]

Who are you?

I'm your son, Lockwood!

Your son conceived
on a grave the night

Caleb Croft rose from his crypt!

Yes.

Yes!

[laughter]

Yes!

Yes, and I'm gonna destroy you!

[crash]

[choking]

[crash]

The world is finally rid
of you, Charles Croydon!

I'll be damned!

[shallow breathing]

[screaming]

James!

James, what's the matter?

Get away from me, Anne!

James?

[inaudible]

[screaming]

[screaming]