Dracula's Daughter (1936) Movie Script
Look!
He's dead. His neck's broken. Ohh.
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?
Oohh. 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.
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.
Well,
I've heard a great many fantastic
stories in my time, Professor Von 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's 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 Von Helsing, would you mind explaining
to me, as 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 Von Helsing, you may,
of course, use your own judgement,
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.
What's that?
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.
Here. Take this.
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.
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.
Are you in charge here?
Yes, ma'am.
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...
Unto Adonai and Azarel,
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.
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.
No. No!
You're right!
That music tells
of the dark...
evil things,
shadowy places.
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Sandor, look at me.
What do you see
in my eyes?
Death.
Hurry. Hurry,
it's almost daylight.
There's blood on it
again.
When did he have
the last transfusion?
About four hours
before he died.
What do you think
caused his death?
An unnatural loss of blood which
we've been unable to determine.
If we only knew what caused those two
sharp punctures over the jugular vein.
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.
All right, Jock.
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 Von Helsing.
Von Helsing? Professor Von
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!
I'll drop you a line.
Good shooting! Good-bye.
Just because you're a baronet's daughter, you take
liberties an ordinary secretary wouldn't think of.
The ordinary secretary wouldn't have
intelligence enough to think of it.
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 superstitions.
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 before, hypnosis
was looked up as black magic.
Today it is accepted as
commonplace, even used in anesthesia.
What would have happened
to a man a hundred 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. Oh, he doesn't like
it, either. He says that...
- 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 Von 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 this fellow, Von Helsing,
shoved a stake through
this Dracula fellow's heart.
- Do you know him, Jeffrey?
- Mm-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!
Well, strangely enough, Von 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?
But I believe in Von 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.
We have to discover 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.
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.
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 Von 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.
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?
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.
There's nothing funny about it. I'm
in the midst of a very serious...
Hello!
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. Mm-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. Beamish!
Oh, yes.
It's Dr. Beamish 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.
L... 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.
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-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. L...
I think I'll go,
if you don't mind.
Please don't come
any closer!
Can you think of one good reason 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. 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 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.
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?
Posthypnosis.
What does that chart say?
"Picked up near Curzon St.
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 Von 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.
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.
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?
"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 posthypnotic 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.
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?
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? Would you tie
my tie, please? Yes, Dr. Garth?
L- I'm not sure
that I can...
Oh, come, come.
Anybody can tie a tie.
Miss Peabody,
um, th-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?
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?
Yes, yes. By all means.
Go ahead.
Why was it necessary
to lie?
Dr. Garth asked me
to come this evening.
Well, he...
Go right in, miss.
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?
L- 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?
L...
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.
Pardon me.
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.
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.
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.
Take her to the car.
This way.
Lights.
Don't be afraid. Nobody's going
to hurt you. No. No, 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"?
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!
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, Hobbes, 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 Von Helsing with you.
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 nons...
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.
N- N-No, sir.
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.
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!
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 ofJanet 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? 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.
Hello, hello, hello!
Scotland Yard?
Sir Basil Humphrey speaking.
Yes! Get me Squires.
I want a general broadcast.
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? Oh. Nothing, sir.
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.
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.
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!
Well, Zoltan, Magdalena...
a fine wedding!
Uh, soon,
it will be night.
A wolf!
The castle!
- The light!
- Dracula!
He's come back!
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? Let's get along. Ja, ja!
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
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?
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.
Rap on the door.
What's he say? What's he
say? He's gone to the castle.
There isn't a moment to be
lost. Well, let's get on with it.
- 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.
Can it... 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.
The woman is beautiful.
She was beautiful
when she died...
He's dead. His neck's broken. Ohh.
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?
Oohh. 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.
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.
Well,
I've heard a great many fantastic
stories in my time, Professor Von 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's 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 Von Helsing, would you mind explaining
to me, as 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 Von Helsing, you may,
of course, use your own judgement,
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.
What's that?
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.
Here. Take this.
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.
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.
Are you in charge here?
Yes, ma'am.
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...
Unto Adonai and Azarel,
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.
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.
No. No!
You're right!
That music tells
of the dark...
evil things,
shadowy places.
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Sandor, look at me.
What do you see
in my eyes?
Death.
Hurry. Hurry,
it's almost daylight.
There's blood on it
again.
When did he have
the last transfusion?
About four hours
before he died.
What do you think
caused his death?
An unnatural loss of blood which
we've been unable to determine.
If we only knew what caused those two
sharp punctures over the jugular vein.
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.
All right, Jock.
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 Von Helsing.
Von Helsing? Professor Von
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!
I'll drop you a line.
Good shooting! Good-bye.
Just because you're a baronet's daughter, you take
liberties an ordinary secretary wouldn't think of.
The ordinary secretary wouldn't have
intelligence enough to think of it.
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 superstitions.
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 before, hypnosis
was looked up as black magic.
Today it is accepted as
commonplace, even used in anesthesia.
What would have happened
to a man a hundred 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. Oh, he doesn't like
it, either. He says that...
- 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 Von 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 this fellow, Von Helsing,
shoved a stake through
this Dracula fellow's heart.
- Do you know him, Jeffrey?
- Mm-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!
Well, strangely enough, Von 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?
But I believe in Von 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.
We have to discover 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.
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.
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 Von 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.
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?
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.
There's nothing funny about it. I'm
in the midst of a very serious...
Hello!
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. Mm-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. Beamish!
Oh, yes.
It's Dr. Beamish 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.
L... 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.
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-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. L...
I think I'll go,
if you don't mind.
Please don't come
any closer!
Can you think of one good reason 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. 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 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.
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?
Posthypnosis.
What does that chart say?
"Picked up near Curzon St.
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 Von 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.
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.
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?
"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 posthypnotic 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.
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?
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? Would you tie
my tie, please? Yes, Dr. Garth?
L- I'm not sure
that I can...
Oh, come, come.
Anybody can tie a tie.
Miss Peabody,
um, th-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?
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?
Yes, yes. By all means.
Go ahead.
Why was it necessary
to lie?
Dr. Garth asked me
to come this evening.
Well, he...
Go right in, miss.
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?
L- 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?
L...
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.
Pardon me.
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.
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.
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.
Take her to the car.
This way.
Lights.
Don't be afraid. Nobody's going
to hurt you. No. No, 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"?
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!
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, Hobbes, 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 Von Helsing with you.
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 nons...
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.
N- N-No, sir.
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.
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!
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 ofJanet 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? 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.
Hello, hello, hello!
Scotland Yard?
Sir Basil Humphrey speaking.
Yes! Get me Squires.
I want a general broadcast.
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? Oh. Nothing, sir.
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.
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.
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!
Well, Zoltan, Magdalena...
a fine wedding!
Uh, soon,
it will be night.
A wolf!
The castle!
- The light!
- Dracula!
He's come back!
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? Let's get along. Ja, ja!
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
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?
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.
Rap on the door.
What's he say? What's he
say? He's gone to the castle.
There isn't a moment to be
lost. Well, let's get on with it.
- 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.
Can it... 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.
The woman is beautiful.
She was beautiful
when she died...