Valley of the Zombies (1946) - full transcript

[clock chimes]

Just what I needed

to make me a well man.

[exhales]

Terry Evans, if you ever

do that again, I'll...

...I'll chloroform you,

so help me!

Uh-uh, remember it is

the duty of a nurse

to give a man the kind of medicine

he needs to make him well.

It's not the medicine I object to,

it's the method of application.

Oh, very well, I think I

can stand another dose.

Let's have a demonstration

of your method.

You may proceed with

the treatment, nurse.

[man] I'm afraid your case

is hopeless, Dr. Evans.

Uh, oh, hello,

Doctor Maynard. I...

I thought you were

at the hospital.

Well, I, uh, I got through

sooner than I expected.

[chuckling] I came back to

take care of a few things.

I see.

Well, if you can postpone taking

care of them for a few minutes...

...I'd like to see both you and

Miss Drake in my office.

Yes, sir.

Fred and I have been checking

the blood supply record.

It's happened again.

You mean there's more

of it missing?

Twelve pints.

I can't understand it.

Why would anybody

want to steal blood?

I don't know,

but I'm going to report the matter

to the police in the morning.

And Fred, I want you to put a

lock on that refrigerator.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess that's all.

Oh, Terry?

Yes, sir.

I'm going to let you handle that

MacDonald case by yourself.

By myself?

That's a pretty

delicate operation.

Have you any doubt

about performing it?

No, sir.

Neither have I.

Thank you, sir.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

- Goodnight, Doctor.

- Goodnight, Terry.

I didn't hear you enter.

What can I do for you?

My wants are simple,

Dr. Maynard,

very simple...

...blood.

Blood?

That's a strange request.

I'm a strange man,

Doctor.

Don't you remember me?

Your face is familiar...

...but I can't place you.

Your choice of words

is ironic, Doctor.

Five years ago you

placed me...

...in the Brookdale

Mental Institute!

I wasn't insane,

but who'd listen to me

after Rufus Maynard,

the great brain specialist,

had given his learned opinion?

You still don't

recognize me?

My card.

Murks!

Ormand Murks!

I see that refreshes

your memory.

Takes you back four

years, doesn't it?

To the night Dr. Garland,

the house physician,

rushed me here

from the institute.

[thunder]

It's no use.

I can't understand it,

except for a pathological

brain disorder,

he seems

physically sound.

He was physically sound,

in perfect health.

[thunder]

It doesn't make sense.

There are a lot of things about

Murks that don't make sense.

For example, why did he continually

ask for blood transfusions?

It was a fixation with him

and the main reason I had him

committed to your institution.

He seems to feel that

periodic transfusions

would guarantee him

a kind of immortality.

Do you think there's

anything in it?

Nonsense.

[thunder]

I can't help thinking

that Murks kept hidden

some phase of

his case history.

Perhaps the

autopsy will...

Impossible.

He must have had

a premonition of his death.

Just this morning

he gave instructions

to have his body turned

over to his brother

for burial in the

family mausoleum,

on their estate

at Greenwood Knoll.

Well, then,

I guess the case is closed.

[thunder]

But, you were wrong, Doctor,

the case was not closed.

But, I saw your body.

I examined you.

You were dead!

Unfortunately, one who

has confined his studies

to the problems of the living

is not in a position to judge.

To you death is merely

an absence of life.

There is no intermediate stage.

But, that is where we disagree.

For I have discovered

a world in between...

A world of living death.

In my former profession,

death was an everyday

occurrence to me.

I began to wonder...

would it be possible for a

man to appear to be dead,

and still be alive?

The thought fascinated me.

It became an obsession.

I gave up everything

to find the answer.

And at last...

...I found it...

...in a land of voodoo rites

and devil potions,

where your profession

has no place.

The Valley

of the Zombies!

You seem skeptical,

Doctor.

[laughs] So was I,

until I tried it.

Perhaps...

...if you...

No?

Well, I don't blame you.

For once you've taken it, there's only one

thing that will counteract its effect.

Blood!

So it was you who have

been stealing it?

Indirectly, yes.

And now I'm here for some more!

Quickly...

there's

no time to lose!

Of course, of course, I'll, I'll phone

the hospital at once and have them...

Hospital?

And have my affliction publicized in the

newspapers and medical journals,

to be exhibited as some

strange monstrosity

before an amphitheater

of prying experimentalists?

Never!

But I have no blood

your type here.

You wouldn't lie to me.

You can see for yourself!

The supply is in

the treatment room.

Then, I'll have

to take yours.

I happen to know

we're the same type.

You will have the pleasure of

contributing to the cause of science,

and I'll have the satisfaction

I've been waiting for so long!

[choking]

[clock chimes]

Ormand!

So my dear brother

has finally gotten around

to thinking about me.

Why are you here?

Why shouldn't I be,

when you failed me?

I haven't failed you.

Dr. Maynard was

becoming suspicious.

I had to wait for

an opportunity,

but you'd have got

it tonight.

Would I?

And where would you get it?

There's none of my type here!

This is your type.

I put it in this container

to fool Dr. Maynard.

[chuckles]

Wh... why,

what's so funny?

I was just thinking

how well you fooled him.

Dr. Maynard!

What have you done to him?

Need you ask?

When I agreed to help, you gave me

your word there'd be none of this!

When I need blood,

I must have it.

But not this way!

Any way.

All right, then I'm through.

For years I've sacrificed

everything for you.

I've taken one job after another,

stealing like a common thief,

but I'm not going

to do it any longer!

Give me the police.

I'd think twice if I

were you, dear brother.

Remember, you're

implicated in this also.

I'll tell them you kept

me under a hypnotic spell.

For four years?

So they don't believe me.

I don't care.

I'm not going to

be a party to murder!

I'll put you back in the grave

where you belong!

[man over phone]

Police Department, hello?

Hello? Police Department.

Police Department.

Police Department!

Police Department! Hello?!

[hangs up]

You're going to put me

in my grave?

[car approaching]

What do you suppose

he was doing?

Well, he wasn't

diggin' potatoes.

I'd better

call headquarters.

Car 60 calling headquarters.

[man over police radio]

Go ahead Car 60.

This is Tiny.

We're at the old

Greenwood Knoll Cemetery.

We just surprised a guy

trying to plant a stiff.

It looks like a job for the coroner.

R-P-C.

Okay, stand by.

[police siren]

[Tiny] The fellow over at the gas station

heard the guy diggin' and called us.

When we got here

he took it on the I am.

[detective 1] Did you take

a look around?

[cop] Yeah, but it was

no dice in this jungle.

[detective 1] What kind

of a guy was he?

[Tiny] Tall, kinda skinny,

wore a long black coat and hat.

We were too far away

to see his face.

Well, it wasn't robbery because here's

his billfold with money in it.

"Rufus Maynard, M.D.,

1609 Terminal Building."

Hey, I've heard of him.

He's a big brain specialist.

Have you figured out

yet what killed him, Doc?

Strangulation by somebody

with a pair of strong hands.

[detective 1] How long

has he been dead?

I can't tell.

What's the matter,

is it a secret?

The body has been

expertly embalmed.

Embalmed?!

That's the work of an

undertaker, isn't it?

[medical examiner]

Yes, but anyone with a knowledge

of medicine could do it.

Well, this is

something to work on.

Let's go over to Dr. Maynard's

office and see if we can

pick up a clue that will lead

us to this peculiar party

that has a passion

for pickling.

[clock chimes]

[whispering] Wait a minute!

[whispering] What is it?

There's a body

on the table.

- Maybe they...

- Shhh!

[screams]

Susan, what's...

What is this, a holdup?

No, we're detectives

from the homicide bureau.

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Evans.

Who are you and what are

you doing on this table?

I was taking a nap while

the doctor was working.

I'm Susan Drake. I...

It's a funny place

to take a nap, isn't it?

Not so bad,

I often use it.

Oh, you come here

quite often, huh?

Yes, I do. I'm one of

the doctor's nurses.

Look, why all the questions? How'd you

get in here? What's this all about?

Are you sure

you don't know?

Know what?

When did you see

Dr. Maynard last?

Why, about eight o'clock

when we left the office.

Who is "we"?

Miss Drake, Fred Mays,

the chemist and myself.

Is there anything wrong

with Dr. Maynard?

Nothing a little strangling and a shot

of embalming fluid didn't cure.

You don't mean he's dead?

Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

We found his body

about an hour ago

in the old

Greenwood Knoll Cemetery.

You said he was embalmed?

Yes... and professionally!

And a man in a black overcoat

was trying to bury him.

Did you catch him?

No, but we will.

Where did you go when you

left here at eight o'clock?

Why, Miss Drake and I went

to the Community Hospital.

I have a patient there

in critical condition.

Where did you go from there

and what time?

Miss Drake's home for dinner

about eight-forty-five, I'd say

came back here about

ten. I had some tests to make.

You know where I can

find this Fred Mays?

He lives at

the Eastern Hotel.

Have you any idea

who killed Dr. Maynard?

Not the slightest.

Thanks a lot, Doc.

We'll be seeing you later.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- [Susan] Goodnight.

Terry, I think those

detectives suspect us.

Naturally, it's their business to suspect

everyone until they find the murderer.

Doctor Maynard...

I can't believe it.

Yeah, it's quite a jolt.

You know, I was wondering if

there could be any connection

between his death

and the missing blood.

Whoever stole that blood could have

come back here to steal some more

and been surprised

by Dr. Maynard.

Let's see if

any more is missing.

Everyone seemed to like

Dr. Maynard so,

I can't imagine

who'd want to kill him.

[Susan screams]

Oh!

It's Fred!

Give me a hand, Susan.

What's the matter?

A nurse afraid of a body?

No, I, I just don't care for

the way it was presented.

Remind me not to look in my

icebox when I get home.

He's been embalmed too.

First Dr. Maynard,

now Fred.

Who's going to be next,

Terry?

That's what

I'm wondering.

We'd better

call the police.

No, wait a minute.

Let's not be in a hurry

about this. I think...

I had a hunch it would pay us

to drop back here.

If this guy sits up and screams,

I'll turn in my badge.

- [Susan] No! No!

- [detective 1] Yes!

- [detective 2] Yes!

- [Susan] No!

- [detective 1] Yes!

- No!

No, no, no, no, no, for

the millionth time, no!

I had nothing to do with killing

Dr. Maynard, Fred Mays or anybody else.

You're more stubborn

than my wife!

Questioning you is like riding

a merry-go-round all night.

You wind up

where you start.

You mean the ride's over?

Not by a jugful.

[all whispering]

Hey! Where do you

think you are?

I know where I

wish you were!

I could go for some of

that coffee, myself.

Not until you say "yes".

All right, yes!

- Yes what?

- Yes, I'd like some coffee!

Well, you can quit your stalling now,

sister, and tell us the truth.

Your boyfriend's

just confessed.

He has!

Yes, we have it all

down here in black and white.

Is that so?

Well, whatever Dr. Evans

says he did, I helped him.

You're pretty smart,

aren't you!

Bring him in!

Well, well,

good morning, nurse.

And how are all

your patients?

A little frayed,

I'm afraid.

- Uh-huh...

- Listen, you two...

...suspicion of murder

is a pretty serious charge,

and we're going to hold

you two until we...

[door opening]

Get anything out of them?

No, not yet,

but we will.

The motive is a natural.

She's his girl,

he was Dr. Maynard's

associate.

He bumped off the doctor

to take over his rich clientele.

The chemist was wise,

so they bumped him off, too.

They've been in custody

since midnight, haven't they?

Twelve-fifteen.

Well, release 'em.

But, Chief!

You...

This isn't for publication,

the body of a cab driver,

neatly embalmed,

was just found in his taxi cab at

the corner of 3rd and Witmore.

Another one?

But, that's nothing

to let 'em loose on.

They probably put 'em

there themselves.

That's it!

They hired the guy to drive

'em over to the graveyard,

then they bumped 'em

off so he wouldn't talk,

and then they

parked his car.

The cab was left there

less than an hour ago.

Yeah, but they could have had

an accomplice, couldn't they?

That's why I say,

let 'em go.

Oh...

I just convinced the Inspector

that you were innocent.

You can go now.

Go?

But you just said...

I said you can go!

But, I don't understand!

You just said that...

Look, I've been arguin'

with you for eight hours

and I'm tired of it!

Either you go, or I will!

Isn't it too bad, we were just

beginning to enjoy it here, too.

Come on, Susan.

Well, goodbye, gentlemen.

If you ever need a shot

of embalming fluid,

uh, come up and

see me sometime.

You know a man has to be in

jail before he appreciates

what it means to open

doors for himself.

You said it.

I'm certainly glad

they're through with us.

I'm not so sure they are.

Why?

The police are not

freeing suspects

in an unsolved murder case

without a good reason.

It might be a trick on their part

to give us a little more rope,

before they hang us with it!

You mean, unless they

find the killer,

we're the most likely

candidates to succeed?

Mm-hm, that's the general

idea, so it behooves us

to do everything in

our power to clear ourselves.

[taps receiver]

Well, fine.

What's the matter?

I wanted to call the hospital

and the phone's dead.

Dying is getting to be

a habit around here.

Hey!

No wonder,

the cord's broken.

It's been pulled out.

How do you suppose

that happened?

Well, it could've

happened in a struggle.

Nothing else seems

to be disturbed.

Well, it was no accident

because the ends were stuck

neatly back into

the bell box.

What's this record card

doing in the waste basket?

"Ormand Murks,

Nature of disorder: Abnormal

pressure on the fourth ventricle

resulting in manic-depressive

insanity."

"Committed to Brookdale Mental

Institute October 18th, 1939."

Hey, maybe he's the murderer,

an escaped lunatic.

"Died: Ju...

died June 12th, 1941!"

For a minute I thought

we had something there.

So did I.

It must've fallen

off the desk.

I'll put it back

in the file.

Terry! Listen to this!

"Body interred in mausoleum on family

estate at Greenwood Knoll."

Well, once they're dead, what difference

does it make where they put them?

But that graveyard where Dr. Maynard

was found is at Greenwood Knoll.

Hey, that's right!

Maybe this card has something

to do with the case after all.

We have to go to the hospital right

now, but when we're through,

we are going to pay a little

visit to the Murks' estate!

Oh, no we are not!

This is something for

the police to handle.

Why, the police'll laugh

at evidence like this.

Don't forget, we're number

one on their hate parade.

But Terry, I'm no good

at playing detective,

I scare too easily.

Oh!

[laughs]

Ah... see what I mean!

Yes.

[radio playing]

I still think we should

let the police handle this.

If we go prowling around some strange

place, we're liable to get in trouble.

And we're liable

to solve the mystery, too!

You know, I think you're

a frustrated detective.

I am. When I was a kid,

it was my great ambition.

I saved up a 150 bottle

caps once, to get a badge.

Now, we'll see whether

I've missed my calling.

Heaven help me!

[man

to broadcast a special bulletin.

Dr. Lucifer Garland, staff psychiatrist

at the Brookdale Mental Institute,

has disappeared under

strange circumstances...

Dr. Garland?

If anyone has any knowledge

of his whereabouts,

please get in touch with the

police department at once.

Dr. Garland is 51...

- I was talking with him only yesterday!

...of medium height, dark hair

and weighs 160 pounds.

When last seen, he was wearing

a dark suit, white shirt,

blue tie, black shoes

and socks.

We repeat, please communicate

with the police department

immediately if you have any information

concerning Dr. Garland"s whereabouts.

There's a connection between all this

somewhere. [Radio music resumes]

And it's not

a good one either.

Look, Susan, when we

get there you'd better

drop me off and go

on back to town.

And leave you alone?

Well, there's no telling

what I might run into.

Well, we'll run

into it together.

You might need help,

and I'm good at screaming.

Well, there's the

Greenwood Knoll gas station.

We'd better drive in there and find

out where the Murks place is.

Well, there doesn't

seem to be anybody around.

There's a man

under that car.

Ah...

Good evening.

[louder] Good evening!

Gas station's closed.

I, uh, I don't want any gas,

just a little information.

Could you tell me where

the old Murks estate is?

Murks estate?

There's no one

livin' there,

hasn't been

for five years.

Well, uh,

if you don't mind,

I'd still like

to know where it is.

Interested in buyin'?

Yes, yes.

It's on the street back

of the gas station,

adjoinin' the cemetery.

Turn off's about half

a mile up the road.

It's easy to miss,

better leave your car here

and cut through the lot.

Okay, thanks.

Well, you still

want to go?

No, but I'm going.

All right.

Well, this is it.

Shall we go calling?

I'm really not

in the mood.

Locked...

Maybe we can't get in,

I hope.

There's a

pedestrian gate.

[squeaks]

My dear.

How about some

of that flashlight?

No, no, nothing doing. If there's anything

in there, we want to sneak up on it.

Unless it sneaks up

on us first.

What are you...

What are you going this way for,

the house is over there.

- A good detective always...

- Shhh!

[whispering] A good detective

always cases the joint first.

What did you say?

He always looks the ground over

first so he won't fall in a trap.

- Ohhhh!

- Oh, Terry!

I'm all right,

give me a hand.

Oh!

Well, that's one way

of finding traps!

Yeah, it must be a compost pit,

where they make fertilizer.

You better watch your step or they'll

be making fertilizer out of you.

Yeah, uh...

Listen...

- I heard something.

- It's my heart pounding.

It came from over

there somewhere.

Stay close to me.

If I get any closer, we'll both

be wearing the same shoes.

[cow moos]

[both scream]

Just a cow.

Probably scared it

as much as it scared us.

If we did, some farmer's going to

get curdled milk in the morning.

Uh, nice bossy.

What's this place?

I don't know.

M-U-R-K-S, Murks.

Must be the mausoleum where the

Murks family is interred.

Yeah, let's have a look.

- No, Terry!

- Why not?

We're not on

a fossil hunt,

we're supposed to be

looking for a murderer.

Afraid of skeletons, eh?

Coward! I don't see how

you ever became a nurse.

Well, I can't help it

if I'm allergic to them.

I don't even like

a skeleton key.

Oh, brother!

[Susan] That one's empty!

So's that one!

Well, there's room for

another gruesome twosome.

Uh-oh... somebody's been

in here and recently!

Look at those footprints

in the dust.

[Susan] I'm not anxious

to put mine alongside of them.

Let's go!

[Terry] "Ormand Murks,

1887, 1941."

Hey, this crypt

hasn't been sealed!

What are you gonna do?!

Well, as long as

we've come this far,

I'm gonna say "hello"

to Mr. Murks.

Well, you can say "hello"

but I'm saying "goodbye!"

[screaming] Terry! Terry! Terry!

Why, that veil's very

becoming to you.

Oh! Take it off!

Afraid of a few cobwebs...

It's not the cobwebs,

it's the spiders in them.

There, that's

the best I can do.

Now look, hold this,

will ya? And stay put.

[Susan] It's empty.

Yeah...

Looks like the tenant

has broken his lease.

Susan, do you suppose it's possible

that Murks isn't really dead?

How could that be?

We saw the record.

Maybe Dr. Maynard

was mistaken.

Say for example, that Murks was

in a sort of cataleptic state

which only simulated death. It's

happened before, you know.

But the

embalming would...

How do we know

he was embalmed?

His brother claimed the body. He might

have been in on the deception.

The first thing you know you'll

be saying he's a zombie!

Well, there aren't supposed

to be such things, but...

[door closing]

Terry! The door!

Somebody's got us

right where they want us!

Now, don't let your imagination

run away with you,

after all doors have

closed by themselves.

Well, it doesn't take any imagination

to know we're going to suffocate

unless we get out of

this place in a hurry.

Will you please stop talking, you're

burning up all the oxygen.

Susan, stand over

here a minute.

Well, that didn't work. I thought

maybe I could shoot the lock off.

Well, what's next,

Mr. Detective?

Or do you realize now you

didn't miss your calling!

Go ahead, I deserve it

for dragging you into this.

But, believe me if we get out of this,

we're going to make a beeline for home.

There...

Look out.

[crash]

Oh! Darling,

you're wonderful!

Now, lets play bee

and buzz away from here.

What do you mean,

quit now?

I certainly do!

We're just getting

warmed up.

Well, I don't care

to get any warmer!

I've had enough

for one night.

I'm not going another step!

This was your...

...idea in the

first place.

Terry, wait for me!

Here, hold this, Susan.

Aww, it's no use!

I've got to get

something to pry with.

Hey... the door's open!

Banging on the window

must've jarred it open.

I've got a feeling

somebody opened it...

...a cold,

clammy feeling!

If I had your imagination,

I'd write stories.

And if I had your nerve,

I'd head for that front gate

by myself and

not wait for you!

All right,

all right, shhh!

[Susan] This must've been some

sort of a... a reception room.

Yeah.

I wonder what kind of

business Murks was in.

Empty.

What do I smell?

Disinfectant?

Formaldehyde.

Embalming fluid!

Could be.

Locked!

Also locked!

Well, this one isn't

and I'm keeping it open!

Here's the answer

to the business he was in.

An undertaking

establishment!

So Murks was

an undertaker, huh?

This place gives me

the creeps! Please, Terry,

let's go before I become a fit subject

for one of those pine boxes myself!

Oh!

[Terry] It's Dr. Garland!

That explains the smell

of the embalming fluid.

This is horrible, Terry!

Yeah, it's time

we called the police.

It's over time.

Come on!

You're so right!

[screams]

Terry, are you hurt?

No, not much.

Then, why don't

you get up?

I'm looking for

my gun and flashlight.

Help me find 'em!

Never mind them,

let's find the police.

Terry...

Huh?

You administer the

anesthetic when I grab him.

Oh, can't we just run?

Shhhh!

Get ready!

Nice work, nurse, now

we'll have a look at him.

[Susan] Oh! It's Blair,

the detective.

Well, where did

he come from?

Ah, you two get around,

don't you?

Who is it this time?

Blair!

Keep 'em covered, Tiny.

He's only been

knocked unconscious.

It's Hendricks,

Blair, you're okay.

Did you get his number?

Nobody ran over you.

You were cold-cocked

with a club.

So we caught up with

you two at last, huh?

And are we glad. You're just

the men we want to see.

I didn't get that impression

over at Clark Drive.

- Clark Drive?

- Now, don't act innocent!

You two knew we were tailing

you and you gave us the slip.

It was only a lucky break when we found

your car over at the gas station.

Why that's ridiculous.

We didn't know you were...

We can argue about

that later, Susan.

Right now there are

more important things.

Do you know who

we found in the house?

No! But do you

know who we found

in your car over

at the gas station?

The station attendant,

and dead!

[Terry and Susan] Dead?

Yes and embalmed!

Now, who did you find?

Dr. Garland in

the same condition.

Tiny, call up

the gas station

and tell 'em to send over

the other police car.

You two show us

Dr. Garland.

Calling Car 63, 63.

Calling Car 63.

[man over police radio] 63

answering, can't you hear me?

I can now, this

transmitting button sticks.

We picked up the guy and girl over at

the old house near the graveyard.

Blair says for you to come over

as soon as you can, okay?

This thing is stuck

for sure now.

If any calls come from headquarters,

be sure and take 'em down.

We can't do nothin'

but broadcast on this set.

Huh, nice cozy little

hideout you've got here.

It's not our hideout, tonight's the

first time we ever saw this place

and I wish I

couldn't even say that!

This was the embalming room.

The body's right there.

Right where?

Well, it was right there

not ten minutes ago!

Well, maybe he got tired of waiting

and went out to get a short beer.

This is no gag!

Murks must have

taken it away.

Murks?

Who's Murks?

He's an insane man,

criminally insane.

This is his place.

We learned about it

from Dr. Maynard's records.

We think he's the one who's been

committing all the murders.

Yeah, go on.

He died four years ago

at the Brookdale Mental

Institute.

Died four years...

he died four years ago.

She means he died

according to the records,

but he's not really dead,

because his coffin's empty.

Look, I know this

sounds crazy, but...

No, no, no, it's

perfectly logical.

- He died four years ago...

- Yes.

-...but he's not really dead...

- No.

...because his coffin is empty?

- That's right!

- Just a minute!

So help me, I know one crazy guy

there won't be any doubt about.

His coffin's in

the mausoleum right now.

If you'll go out there with me,

I'll prove it to you.

I've always been a sucker

for a sleigh ride.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Hey, Tiny, you stay here with her

and put the bracelets on her

so she won't start to play

hide and seek with you.

- Hey, what's up?

- You stay in front of us!

This is really unnecessary,

you know.

I wouldn't try to get out of your sight in

this place for a dozen pair of nylons!

I'm just carrying

out orders, lady.

[footsteps]

Who's upstairs?

I wish I didn't know!

[footsteps]

He's coming down

the backstairs!

[footsteps]

He's in the embalming room!

Shhhh!

[screams]

Oh!

Is this joint haunted?

[Tiny] Come out from behind

that screen!

Come on!

Oh, you won't, eh?

[thud]

Did... did you get him?

[gasps]

Yes, I got him!

Terry!

I'm afraid your liberty's

rather restricted without...

...this key.

[hysterically] Terry!

[Blair] I thought you said

this coffin was empty!

It is, I mean, it was.

Well anyhow, that's not Murks,

it's Dr. Garland.

Dr. Garland!

Dark hair, dark clothes,

white shirt, blue tie, black...

I think it is!

Let's get back to the house!

We'll throw a police cordon out and comb

the place with a fine-tooth comb.

- Where's Tiny?

- Where's Susan?

Hey, Tiny, where are you?

Susan!

[groan]

What's that?

What's the matter with you?

I heard a noise in there, I thought

he was hidin' behind the screen.

He was behind a coffin.

Where's Miss Drake?

She's handcuffed to

that cabinet over there.

Murks! We've gotta

find them before he...

We'll search the house first.

[car starting]

Wait!

That's my car!

Be careful,

he's got my gun!

There it goes!

[Blair] Here, someone stole

my car, go and get 'em!

- They have their lights on?

- Yes.

I don't see their tail

lights in front of us.

Which way?

It's anybody's guess.

Maybe they didn't

even come this far.

They might've pulled off

the road and stopped.

I know how to find out!

Their radio's gone haywire and

they're broadcasting all the time.

We can pick 'em up

on this one.

[car motor]

That's their motor and

they're not standing still!

Now, if we could just

tell which road they're on.

Yeah, that's where

we're stymied.

[crossing bell]

What's that?

[crossing bell]

Sounds like a

railroad crossing bell.

- [train whistle]

- It is! Hear the train?

[crossing bell]

They're on Clark Drive!

Step on it!

[static]

What could be makin'

that noise?

Some kind of inference.

It could be that big electric

power station on Valley Drive.

So far, so good.

Yeah, but we haven't

gained on 'em very much.

[traffic noises]

Ah, that's what

I was afraid of.

He's in the

downtown traffic.

No chance of telling

what street he's on now.

[clock chimes]

That's the tower clock

on the terminal building.

[clock chimes]

[motor stops]

And he stopped

his motor!

He's going back

to your office.

[clock chimes]

Tiny, you stay here. Joe, you come

with us and watch the front.

Susan!

Susan! Have you gone mad?

[Susan] Drop those guns!

Drop them!

Mad because she helps me?

No, my dear doctor,

she's not mad.

Unfortunately, some of my recent blood

donors have been the wrong type,

so I had to take advantage

of your facilities,

and your nurse

very kindly assisted me.

Now, if you gentlemen

will step to one side,

we will take our... departure.

Thank you.

After you my dear.

Susan!

Save your breath, Doctor,

she's no longer your nurse...

...she's mine!

[shots]

He's headed for the roof.

I'll go up the stairs.

No!

Susan!

Susan, what's the

matter with you?

[Murks] She's hypnotized,

Doctor...

...and she's going

to stay that way!

As for you...

...let her have that gun.

Now, my dear,

you may shoot him.

[gunshot]

Susan...

Susan!

Terry!

You're all right now,

darling.

Oh, I feel like

I've been dreaming.

Well, I'm glad you

woke up when you did.

- I think I need a drink.

- I think I need one, too.

Let's get a Zombie.

Zombie, oh!

[chuckles]