All language subtitles for Daughter.of.Dracula.1936.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG_English

Look!

He's dead.
His neck's broken.

Oh.

(CLANGING)

What's been going on here?

Murder, my friend.

Murder?

Did you do this?

No.

The body of the man
who killed him lies in there.

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

Ooh.

Albert,
keep an eye on this old cove.

I place him in your
custody for the time being.

- I'd rather go with you.
- Chicken-hearted.

How do you expect
to win your stripes?

I shan't run away.

(GRUNTS)

What was in there?

A gentleman with a stake driven
right through his heart.

Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Do you know
anything about this?

Yes. I did it.

Who is he in there?

His name was Count Dracula.

How long's he been dead?

- About 500 years.
- Five...

Albert,
hand me them handcuffs.

- Those won't be necessary, Constable.
- So you say.

One bloke a-weltering
in his blood with a

stake driven
through his heart.

A gentleman lying
here with his neck broke.

By the way, who is he?

A poor, harmless imbecile
who ate spiders and flies.

'Armless?

Whoa.

This is a case
for Scotland Yard.

Come on.

I had no choice.
Naturally, I destroyed him.

BASIL: Well,

I've heard a great
many fantastic stories

in my time,
Professor Van Helsing,

but, if you'll forgive
my saying so, this one...

I know.

But surely, surely,
you can't expect to face

an English jury
with such a defense.

It's my only one,
because it's true.

It's utterly mad!

"Mad," or unbelievable?

Oh, very well, in deference to
your position in the scientific world,

let us say "unbelievable."

The strength of the vampire,
Sir Basil,

lies in the fact
that he is unbelievable.

Vampires, vampires...
Oh, why do you persist?

Professor Van Helsing, would you
mind explaining to me,

as, of course, you
must explain to your jury,

just what you
mean by "vampires"?

The undead.

"Undead"?

Creatures who have never died,

who prolong their unnatural lives by
draining the blood of the living.

At night, they leave
their graves and roam

abroad like wolves
seeking their prey.

When daylight comes, they must return
to their graves... Or die.

And this Count Dracula is one of those,
those fabulous creatures?

Is that what you
expect me to believe?

Yes, yes!

He came to England from his ancient
castle in Transylvania,

bringing with him boxes of earth
from his native grave.

Using Carfax
Abbey as his base,

he descended upon
London for fresh victims.

There were many
mysterious attacks,

each person found
drained of blood.

I was able to trace those attacks
to their source,

locate Dracula's hiding place and drive
that stake through his heart.

Professor, whom have you decided
to retain for your defense?

There is only one man who might understand.
My friend, Jeffrey Garth.

Garth? Why, Garth's not an advocate.
He's a psychiatrist.

He alone will understand.

Professor Van Helsing, you may,
of course, use your own judgment,

but I advise you to consider,
carefully.

You have admitted to killing a man
in a very horrible manner.

By driving a stake
through his heart.

That is the only way
a vampire can be destroyed.

And, as head of Scotland Yard,
I must warn you

that there are only two courses
which can be taken.

Either to formally charge you with murder
and send you to the gallows,

or to have you committed to an institution
for the criminally insane.

Sir Basil, listen to me and
believe me, I implore you.

In destroying the monster,
Dracula,

I performed
a service to humanity.

- Beg pardon, Sir Basil.
- Yes, yes, Squires, yes?

That constable's on
the wire again,

wants to know what's being
done about the bodies.

What constable? What bodies?

The constable at Whitby, sir,

about the bodies of Count Dracula
and the man Renfield.

Oh. Well, tell him I am sending for them
this evening on the 10:00.

And tell him to keep guard over them
and let no one near them.

I wish that bloke'd
hurry up and get here from

Scotland Yard so
we could go home.

9:30. Hmm.

Better get
started for the station.

- Right-o.
- Not you.

You heard orders.
Keep 'em under guard.

You don't mean to say you're gonna leave me
here alone with them?

Someone's got to
meet the train.

That's etiquette, that is.

All right,
I'll meet the train.

After all, this is your jail.

You can't meet a sergeant from
Scotland Yard.

You've no official standing.

Oh.

- (SCRATCHING)
- What's that?

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
I didn't hear nothing.

In there! Listen!

Not a peep.

You'd better have a look.

You heard the noise.

- You have a look.
- (SIGHS)

Here. Take this.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh!

- What is it?
- A rat.

There's never been no
rats in Whitby jail.

There is now.

Here. Give me that light.

I'll have a look.

Not a rat in sight.
You're worse than an old woman, you are.

(SCRATCHING)

(SHIVERS)

Not a single rat,

and nothing but two corpses.

I'd better be
getting to the station.

Uh, here...

In case they get up
and start walkin'.

- Who?
- Them corpses.

And, Albert, remember...

England expects
every man to do his duty.

Right.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR RATTLES, OPENS)

- Are you in charge here?
- Yes, ma'am.

(CHAIR BANGING)

I've come to see
the body of Count Dracula.

Sorry, ma'am,
it ain't allowed.

- I must.
- Why?

To make sure that he's dead.

You'll have to take
my word for it, ma'am.

- He is.
- Where is he?

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

It's against orders
from Scotland Yard.

They'd never know if
you didn't tell them.

Orders is orders.

What can I do to persuade you?
Can I offer you money?

I'd rather you wouldn't,
ma'am.

Or something more
precious than money?

Look.

You've never seen
a jewel as beautiful as this,

nor as compelling.

You will remember nothing.

Well, here we are,
Sergeant.

What about a little
drop of the "all right,"

just to keep
the chill off the bones?

- Where've you got the bodies?
- In there.

Albert, this is Sergeant Wilkes of
His Majesty's Scotland Yard.

Well, well.
Where's your manners?

What's the matter, lad?

What is it, lad? What's the matter?
Wake up! Wake up!

Sergeant! Here, something's
happened to him!

- There's only one body in there.
- What?

See for yourself.

- He's gone!
- Who?

- Count Dracula.
- But you were...

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

Unto Adonai and Azrael,

into the keeping of the lords of the flame
and lower pits I consign this body

to be forevermore consumed
in this purging fire.

Let all baleful spirits that threaten
the souls of men be banished

by the sprinkling of the salt.

Be thou exorcised, O Dracula,

and thy body, long undead,

find destruction
throughout eternity

in the name of thy dark,
unholy master.

In the name of the all holiest,
and through this cross,

be the evil spirit cast
out until the end of time.

Free... Free forever.

Do you understand what that means,
Sandor? Free to live as a woman.

Free to take my place in the bright
world of the living,

- instead of among the shadows of the dead.
- Perhaps.

What do you mean?

This night is almost gone.

Who knows what
another will bring?

Quick. We have to be
in London before dawn.

- The night is here.
- Why are you looking at me that way?

I'm remembering last night...
And waiting.

You think this night will be like all the others,
don't you?

Well, you're wrong.
Dracula's destroyed.

His body's in ashes.
The spell is broken.

I can live a normal life now,
think normal things.

Even play normal music again.

Listen.

(PLAYS LULLABY ON THE PIANO)

A cradle song. A song my mother once
sang to me long, long ago,

rocking me to sleep as
she sang in the twilight.

Twilight.

Quiet. Quiet. You disturb me.

Twilight. Long shadows
on the hillsides.

- Evil shadows.
- No.

No, peaceful shadows,

the flutter of wings
in the treetops.

The wings of bats.

No. No, the wings of birds.

From far off,
the barking of a dog.

Barking because
there are wolves about.

- Silence! I forbid you!
- "Forbid"?

- Why are you afraid?
- I'm not.

I'm not. I found release!

That music doesn't speak of release.
(MUSIC ACCELERATES)

No. No! You're right!

That music tells of the dark

evil things, shadowy places.

Stop. Stop! Stop!
(MUSIC STOPS)

Sandor, look at me.

What do you see in my eyes?

Death.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hurry. Hurry,
it's almost daylight.

There's blood on it again.

(COFFIN CREAKS)

When did he have
the last transfusion?

About four hours
before he died.

What do you think
caused his death?

An unnatural lossof blood which we've
been unable to determine.

If we only knew what
caused those two sharp punctures

over the jugular vein.

(HORNS BLOWING)

Well, at any rate, a good tramp over
the moors and the smell of the heather,

may help me forget London and case
histories of neurotic ladies.

Aye, but remember,
you're not here

to doctor the birds,
but to shoot them.

There are a few "birds" in London
I'd like to shoot,

and they
haven't feathers either.

(CHUCKLING)
All right, jock.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

It's my assistant,
Janet Blake.

I left her in London with orders to forget
where I'd gone.

Jeffrey!

Well, what in the name of...

Excuse me.

Well, what do you want?

You. Come on. Get in.

You're going
back to London.

Oh, no. I have an appointment
with several grouse.

You have an appointment
with Scotland Yard.

What for?
I haven't killed anybody.

No, but a friend of yours has...
A man named Van Helsing.

Van Helsing? Professor Van Helsing?
He's in Budapest.

No, he's in London.
He needs help badly.

They tried to reach you here
by phone yesterday,

and ended by my
planing to Edinburgh

and driving from
there all night.

I'm in no mood
for an argument!

Jeffrey, we've barely
time to reach the positions.

- Miss Blake, Mr. Graham.
- How do you do?

You'll have to forget about me.
Got to dash back to London.

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

Keep it for next year.

Besides, I don't trust myself
with it at the moment.

- Forgive his bad manners, Mr. Graham.
- Never mind my bad manners!

(CAR STARTING)

I'll drop you a line.

- Goodbye.
- Good shooting!

Just because you're
a baronet's daughter,

you take liberties that an ordinary
secretary wouldn't think of.

The ordinary secretary wouldn't have
intelligence enough to think of it.

(SCOFFS)
Well, you're driving. Go ahead.

You want them to hang the man
before we get there?

I'm a psychiatrist,
Professor, not a lawyer.

I'd do anything in the world
to help you, but what?

You must convince
them of my sanity.

If I do that,
they'll hang you for murder.

You can't murder a man who's been dead
for five centuries.

Talking like that won't help.

When you were a student
under me in Vienna, Jeffrey,

you had a far more open mind.

My mind is just as open
as it ever was, Professor,

but it's a scientific mind,
and there's no place in it for superstition.

"Superstition"?

Who can define the boundary between
the superstition of yesterday

and the scientific
fact of tomorrow?

In the history of your own profession,
psychiatry,

a century ago,
hypnosis was looked upon as black magic.

Today it is accepted as commonplace,
even used in anesthesia.

What would have happened
to a man 100 years ago

who advanced the present-day
theories of the subconscious?

Oh, I know, I know.

Do you,
as an intelligent scientist,

dare to dismiss
as superstition

the principles
underlying Tibetan magic,

voodooism,
thought transference?

No.

- Well, there you are.
- Oh, wait, Professor, wait.

Arguments of this sort are all
right in academic circles.

You're up
against stern reality.

You can't defend
yourself by quoting folklore.

There isn't a jury in England
that will believe you,

and, if I had the most brilliant legal mind
in the world, I couldn't make them.

Then I must
stand alone, Jeffrey.

No, Professor.
I'll help you.

I don't know how.
I haven't the faintest idea where to start.

But I'll stake my
reputation against the facts,

if there's a way to
clear you, I'll do it.

Who did this?

A Hungarian.
She just arrived in London a few weeks ago.

- She's charming.
- What's her name?

Countess Marya Zaleska.

Excuse me, Jeffrey.

My dear,
how sweet of you to come.

Don't you know it's very rude
to stare at strangers?

Thought I'd gotten
rid of you for a while.

Not while there's a dangerous
looking brunette like that around.

You know, my guests
are dying to meet you.

Countess Zaleska,
I want you to know Jeffrey Garth,

one of my most
intimate friends.

How do you do?

And Janet Blake,

who doesn't like
your painting very much.

No. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, he doesn't like it, either.
He says that whoever...

- Quiet.
- Sherry, Marya?

No, thank you.
I never drink wine.

You didn't stay in Scotland
long, did you, Jeffrey?

No. Didn't fire a shot.

Never even saw a grouse,
thanks to Father's little helper here.

Oh, that Van Helsing thing.
I've been reading about it in the papers.

That vampire case?

Yes, the man who was known
as Count Dracula.

Rum sort of thing.
Seems that this fellow, Van Helsing,

shoved a stake through
this Dracula fellow's heart.

Do you know him, Jeffrey?

Mmm-hmm.
I studied under him.

I owe most of my
success to him.

What are you going to do?

Well, I don't quite know yet.
One thing I'm pretty sure of,

they won't press
the murder charge.

They haven't been able
to find Dracula's body.

Maybe one of his vampire friends
flew in and spirited him away!

(LAUGHS)

Well, strangely enough,
Van Helsing takes his vampires quite seriously.

Why not? Possibly there are more things in
heaven and earth

than are dreamed of
in your psychiatry, Mr. Garth.

I'm sure we'd all be
interested to know what

modern science has
to say about vampires.

Go on, Jeffrey.

But surely you don't believe that preposterous
rot, old fellow, what?

No, but I believe
in Van Helsing.

He's gone much deeper into
these things than most of us.

Perhaps he's taken
them too literally.

Such researches can
easily lead to obsession.

You mean like people
imagining they're Napoleon?

More or less, and like any disease of the mind,
it can be cured.

All we have to
discover is what

brought about the obsession in order
to effect mental release.

- Release?
- Yes, release.

Sympathetic treatment will release the
human mind from any obsession.

I'm... I'm interested in what
you've been saying, Mr. Garth.

I'm wondering if we might
talk about it one evening soon,

just you and I.

I'd like to.

Very much.

You seem to be having
quite a lot of trouble.

All I ask is a little cooperation
from this blasted...

Ah-ah-ah.

Careful, Doctor. You know what you tell Lady
Anstruther about high blood pressure.

Listen, it's after office hours.
Will you go home?

- I'm worried.
- Worried? About what?

- You, tonight.
- Why?

Oh, call it what you like.
All the same,

you were the only
person at Lady Esme's party

to whom she
paid the slightest attention.

- Perhaps I'm intelligent.
- (SCOFFS)

(GIGGLES)

But odds are you're not getting it tied
for at least 40 minutes.

Well, you might help me.

I beg your pardon?

I said, will you tie
this tie or won't you?

You just hated to
ask me, didn't you?

Well, come on,
come on, come on!

You know, really, Doctor,
I've never seen you in such a dither.

I must have underestimated
the lady's attractions.

Still, I don't know
what you'd do without me.

There. Good night, Doctor.

Good hunting.

Hey!

What is it, Dr. Garth?

Haven't you noticed?
I've been having tie trouble all evening.

(CHUCKLING)
It looks all right to me.

You know, this is the first woman's flat
I've been in that didn't have

at least 20 mirrors in it?

I'm glad you're not your friend,
Professor Van Helsing.

Why?

He'd probably attach some occult
significance to my lack of mirrors.

Occult?

Well, I seem to remember
an old Hungarian legend

that a vampire casts no
reflection in a mirror.

(CHUCKLES)
And you being the lady in question?

Yes, what is it?

Telephone, for him.

In the hall, Dr. Garth.

Thank you.

Yes, Dr. Garth speaking.
Well, who is this? What do you want?

(AFFECTING GERMAN ACCENT)
Please come right away.

This is the zoo speaking.

The what? The zoo?

Ja. One of our
elephants is seeing pink men.

All right, now. Now, listen to me, Janet.
This has gone far enough.

Well, there's nothing
funny about it.

I'm in the midst
of a very serious...

(PHONE CLICKING)

(LAUGHS)

Hello!

(HANGS UP PHONE)

I don't think that'll happen again.
May I have a cigarette?

Dr. Garth,

I ask you here tonight
because I need your help.

As a psychiatrist?

As a man of
strength and courage.

Well, I'm afraid that places me
at a disadvantage.

Do you believe that the dead can
influence the living?

Well, in what way?

Could you conceive of a superhuman
mentality influencing someone

from the other side of death?

No.

- There is such a one.
- Mmm-hmm.

Well, go on.

Someone... Something that reaches out
from beyond the grave

and fills me with
horrible impulses.

Well, how can I help you?

Use my brain,
my will, for an instrument

as he has used them,
but for release.

Your mind has
the power to do that.

No.

Your strength
lies within yourself.

Put it to a test.

"A test"?

Well, for example...
You know what we do with alcoholics?

We give them liquor,
make them sit

for hours alone
without touching it,

make them meet their craving,
beat it back...

That is, if they have
the will to be free.

I have.

Then do this.

The next time you feel this influence,
don't avoid it.

Meet it, fight it,

score the first victory.

That's the secret.

Life against death,

the strength of a human mind against
the powers of darkness.

I'll help you.

You must. You must...
Your strength against his.

Not another phone call.
A woman?

No, a man.
He says it's important.

Oh.

He can help me, Sandor.
This time I'm sure.

Now, look here.
I'm tired of being annoyed after office hours.

If you don't stop calling me, I'll come over
there and, regardless of your sex,

I'll smack you in the nose!

But... This is Dr. Beemish!

Oh, yes.
It's Dr. Beemish now, is it?

Well, Doctor,
how would you like to go back

to the zoo and find
a nice empty cage?

I beg your pardon!

This is Dr. Beamish
of St. Mary's Hospital!

Oh... Oh, I say, Doctor.

I'm profoundly sorry.
I... You see, I... What?

I've called about
Lady Anstruther.

Oh.

I would like you to go
and see her immediately.

That is, if you're
in condition to do so.

Well, I'll...
I'll come directly. Right-o.

(EXHALES)

Would you get my
hat and coat, please?

- I'm sorry. I must leave immediately.
- Oh, no.

An obsession case I've been handling has
become a bit violent.

But you don't understand.
You must hear me out tonight, now.

Come to see me at the hospital
tomorrow afternoon

about half past 4:00, hmm?

I can't do that.

Oh, but surely,
if this is so vital to you.

But you don't understand.
It's impossible.

Can you see me
tomorrow at night?

Well, I'll let you know.
I think so.

Good night, and don't worry.

Are we going out?

We're going to the studio.

Tonight I paint,
and I will need a model.

Wait.

Leave me alone!
I haven't done anything to anybody.

The river is cold and dark.

I know where there is
warmth and food and money.

I don't want
your kind of money.

My mistress is an artist.

She will pay you if you
will pose for her tonight.

There's nothing to fear.

Come.

Don't be afraid, my dear.

It was him I wasn't
so sure about, ma'am.

Make yourself
comfortable over here.

What's your name?

- Lili.
- That's very pretty.

You have beautiful hands,
but they're so white and bloodless.

They're cold, ma'am.

- You came here willingly?
- No, not at first.

- Do you know where you are?
- Yes, in Chelsea.

Have you ever seen me before?

No. No, I haven't.

Help yourself, Lili.

Have you ever modeled before?

No, I haven't.

I'm doing a study of
a young girl's head and shoulders.

You won't object to removing your blouse,
will you?

No, I guess not.

You can get ready
behind that screen.

Thank you.

I'm ready now.

I suppose you'll want these
pulled down, won't you?

Yes.

Finish your wine.
It'll warm you.

Stand by
the fire for a moment.

You mustn't catch cold.

Why are you looking at me that way?
Won't I do?

Yes,
you'll do very well indeed.

Do you like jewels, Lili?
This is very old and very beautiful.

I'll show it to you.

I don't think I'll
pose tonight. I...

I think I'll go,
if you don't mind.

Please don't come any closer!

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICEMAN'S WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BYSTANDERS CHATTERING)

Can you think of one good reason why
you shouldn't be dismissed immediately?

Yes, an excellent one.

Of all the childish,
thoroughly unpardonable impertinences...

Last night,
those phone calls,

causing me to tell the chief of staff
to go back to the zoo.

Well, so he should. And who was
responsible for my phone ringing

every half-hour,
all night long?

I was. I told the nurse
at the switchboard

to see that you didn't
have a wink of sleep!

I thought as much.
Well, I only came down this morning to tell you

that you can look
for a new assistant.

- My resignation.
- Accepted.

With the most
ineffable pleasure.

Excuse me, Dr. Garth,

but Dr. Graham wants to know if you will
come see an emergency patient in 32.

What for?

An amnesia case.
Something quite unusual.

"Unusual," eh?

- Get your notebook and come along with me.
- Oh, no. I'm leaving.

Don't quibble. Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

(SIGHS) Oh!

Strange case here, Doctor.
We think it's quite hopeless.

Loss of blood,
and apparent amnesia.

- What treatment?
- Two transfusions.

- Any response?
- Very little.

- It's not amnesia.
- What is it, then?

Post-hypnosis.

What does that chart say?

"Picked up near Curzon Street.
No signs of violence.

"Rambling, incoherent talk.
Spoke of woman."

Woman? What woman?
What'd she say?

Something about blood,
then she lapsed into unconsciousness,

and we haven't been
able to rouse her since.

I think you've done
everything possible.

What about those
marks on her neck?

- What marks on her neck?
- Two little punctures

near the jugular vein,
like insect bites.

There.

Open that shade a little.

We must bring her out of this coma,
if only for a few moments.

Give her adrenaline,
and if she rallies, let me know instantly.

Yes, Doctor.

What do you think
those marks mean?

I'd rather not say

until I've had a chance to talk with
the one man in London

who might explain them,

Professor Van Helsing.

The loss of blood.
The marks on the neck. Hmm.

I don't understand, gentlemen.

I don't see how it can be,
but those are the marks of the vampire.

Well, it becomes
increasingly evident,

owing to the disappearance
of Dracula's body

and the subsequent evidence,
that he isn't dead at all.

No vampire can
survive the stake.

Well, he may have given
the appearance of death,

during the day the body lay at Whitby,
and come to life at night.

Oh, dash it all!
You've got me talking this gibberish now.

Dracula had many victims,
Sir Basil,

into whose veins he infused
his own tainted blood,

making them
creatures like himself.

Hmm. Sounds very much
to me as if you were

trying to build up
your own defense,

if you'll
forgive my saying so.

What about the man
they found last Friday night,

near the embankment?
Pardon me.

"Marks. Two small punctures,
near jugular vein. Resembling pinpricks.

"Swollen slightly.
Faint discoloration."

Exactly the same.

You must do something
about these attacks, Sir Basil.

- There will be others.
- But of course there'll be.

People are always
being attacked in a fog.

That doesn't prove that London is hagridden
with vampires. It's preposterous.

I think you two are
trying to pull my leg.

Well, as soon as that
girl's in a condition

for a post-hypnotic
examination,

we'll have
something definite to go on.

How soon will that be?

Tonight.
I'm using the Letelier test.

Find out where the attack took place,
and you'll have your vampire.

Well, uh, how will I know
whether it's a vampire in good standing

or just another maniac?

There'll be a box of earth
somewhere near at hand, Jeffrey,

a box of its own native soil

to which the vampire must return
at the end of each night.

And another thing,

there will be no
mirrors anywhere about.

What?

Because a vampire casts
no reflection in mirrors.

(SCOFFS) Well...

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

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd severed all connections
with the hospital.

I changed my mind.

I detest vacillating women.

Well, you might as
well run along, Janet.

I'm examining that girl
we looked at presently.

Tell Aubrey that I
may drop by later.

Who is going to tie your tie?

(CHUCKLES)

My dear child,
I've tied my own tie since I was 16,

and if I should
have any difficulty,

I'm quite sure
that Miss Peabody...

Uh, Miss Peabody?

- Miss Peabody?
- Yes, Dr. Garth?

Would you tie my tie, please?

I...
I'm not sure that I can...

Oh, come, come.
Anybody can tie a tie.

Miss Peabody.

Um, the...
The short end loops over.

- Over.
- Oh, I see. Thank you!

Oh! Uh...

Oh, for goodness' sakes.

- Janet, I assure you...
- Quiet!

There.

Stout fellow.

- Is this...
- Perfect!

Well, why didn't you tie it this way
last night? Janet?

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- Janet!

Oh, good evening, Miss Blake.
Is Dr. Garth here?

I'm sorry. He's just left.

Oh.

May I go to supper now,
Dr. Garth?

GARTH: Yes, yes.
By all means. Go ahead.

Why was it necessary to lie?

Dr. Garth asked me
to come this evening.

PEABODY: Well, he...
Go right in, miss.

(WEAKLY) Thank you.

Countess Zaleska!

I had to come.

You...
You said you'd help me.

You're trembling.
Your hands are like ice.

Come. Sit down.

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

You're the one
person who stands

between me and
utter destruction.

I'm leaving London tonight,
forever.

- What?
- I... I know the truth now.

There's nothing
ahead for me but...

But horror!

You must control
yourself if you expect me

to understand what
you're talking about.

When you left me last night,

I determined to put myself to a test,
as you suggested.

I failed!

It came over me again,
that overpowering command,

wordless, insistent,
and I had to obey!

What was it?

I...

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

Too ghastly!

I have something here that

may help to
steady your nerves.

A mechanical means
of inducing hypnosis.

Come here, please.

This little light
shines against the disk

reflected by the mirrors.

- No!
- Why not?

It's too late
for experiments.

I'm afraid you're right.

I came to ask
you to go with me.

- Go with you?
- Yes, tonight to the continent.

Oh, I know it all sounds mad.
It is!

But you must do this for me.
I'll make any concession,

but you must come with me.

- You know that's impossible.
- No, no. Don't say that.

You're a great doctor.
A doctor of minds, of souls.

I need you, Dr. Garth.
I need you to save my soul.

How can you expect me
even to listen to you

when you're concealing
the truth about yourself?

But I have told
you all I can now.

You mean,
you've told me all you dare.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Pardon me.

(RINGING CONTINUES)
Yes?

The girl is ready now,
Dr. Garth.

All right.
I'll be there at once.

Pardon me.

I want you to
wait here for me.

I'll be back very shortly.
A patient...

I want you to sit
down very calmly

and make up your mind exactly
how you're going to tell me the truth.

- The entire truth.
- But...

When I come back,
we'll decide what can be done,

if anything.

Meanwhile,

I wouldn't plan on leaving London tonight,
if I were you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I'll leave and
you'll go with me.

- Where's Dr. Garth?
- He'll be back presently.

Won't you sit down?
I'd like to talk to you.

(SCOFFS) Well, I'm sure we've
nothing to discuss, Countess Zaleska.

We might talk of Dr. Garth.

He's interested in both of us.

I'm quite aware of
his interest in you, Countess,

as a psychiatrist.

Sandor.

(GASPS)

Take her to the car. This way.
(JANET SCREAMS)

Lights.

- Don't be afraid. Nobody's going to hurt you.
- No. No, please, please!

Let me alone!

Oh, that light hurts my eyes.

- Now, now, now, dear. Now.
- Wait.

Just relax. That's better.

Just as though you
were going to sleep.

Sound asleep.

That's more like it.

You are sleepy.
It's hard to keep your eyes open

with that light
in them, isn't it?

But look at it again,

as long as you can.

That's better.

You're almost asleep now.

I want you to try to remember.

Remember. There are little
pictures in your mind,

pictures behind your eyes.

You can see them if you try.

Try. Try!

You must remember.

No.

No! No!

Shh. Nothing
to be afraid of.

Nothing to fear.
We're here to protect you.

Take it away from my eyes.

- It hurts.
- The light?

The ring.
The ring on your hand.

- Whose hand?
- Your hand, ma'am.

Your eyes.
I don't want to pose.

"Pose"?

LILI: Think I'll go,
if you don't mind.

Please.
Please let me out, I...

Where are you?

You know. You remember now.

Your studio.

What studio? Where?

In Chelsea.

I know that.
I used to live here.

Whereabouts in Chelsea?

You must remember.

The bookshop's closed.

I don't want to go
up those dark stairs.

Let go of my arm.
You're hurting me!

Please!

She's dead.

I think I know where to find
the one who's responsible.

Countess Zaleska!

(THUNDERCLAP)

- Closing for the night.
- Scotland Yard.

That's different.
What can I do for you?

I'm looking for
the studio of a woman

who calls herself
Countess Zaleska.

Dark, aristocratic.

There's a woman with
a place on the third floor.

That ain't her name, but there's some
strange goings-on up there.

- Let me use your telephone.
- On the desk. There.

Beg pardon, sir.

Yes, Hobbs, yes, what is it?
Can't you see I'm busy?

Dr. Garth on the wire,
sir. He says...

Oh, don't stand there telling me what
he says. Give me the telephone!

- Yes.
- And Hobbs?

Just have a look in
that lot there, will you?

See if you can
find my Bolivian Blue?

Hello. Hello, Jeffrey.
Yes, yes, what is it? What is it?

What do you want?

Take down this address, and bring Van
Helsing with you, immediately.

Chelsea? Well, what on earth are you doing
in Chelsea at this time of night?

Running down a vampire.

Vampires. Oh, my...

Are you drunk?

Not likely.
Will you hurry, please?

All right. All right.
I'll get there as soon as possible,

but it's all a pack of...

- The Bolivian Blue, sir!
- Idiot, that's a Guatemalan Red.

- Clear away this stuff, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Will you take your
barley water now, sir?

Barley water, barley water. Get me my heavy
topcoat and revolver.

- I'm going out after vampires!
- "Vampires"?

Vampires! Ha, ha, ha!

Well, I always understood you went after
them with checkbooks, sir.

Hobbs, don't be facetious.

No, sir.

(RINGING)

It took you
longer than I expected.

What's all this mean?

As I told you, I'm leaving tonight,
and you're going with me.

No.

You're coming with
me to Scotland Yard.

I think not.

Do you know that I've just come
from the bedside of

the girl you
brought here last night?

Well, she's dead.

What a pity.
She seemed so healthy.

Another victim,
last week a man.

You're no longer the sympathetic Samaritan,
are you, Dr. Garth?

Now you're a policeman.

Nevertheless,
you can still help me.

And you shall.

Then you must be insane.

Desperate, rather.
There isn't anything I won't do now

to enlist your aid in freeing me of the
curse of the Draculas.

- "Draculas"?
- Yes.

I am Dracula's daughter.

Miss Blake.

- What about Miss Blake?
- Do you know where she is?

Yes, Sir Aubrey Bedford's.

- Are you quite sure?
- Positive.

She returned to your
study after you left.

We talked, but not too long.

I don't believe you.

Why don't you
telephone and find out?

- There's one in that desk.
- Very well.

Hello, Jeffrey, old fellow. Where have you
been? When are you coming over?

Pretty soon. Is Janet there?

No, she phoned,
about half an hour ago...

What?

She did what?

I said, she phoned
about half an hour ago.

Said she was meeting you somewhere in
Chelsea, of all places.

Some studio or other.

I say, what's it all about?
Have you found a better party?

Countess Zaleska!

BASIL:
Well, this must be the place.

Look here, Jeffrey.
Just what new piece of asininity is this?

She's gone.
She's taken Janet with her.

- Gone? Who's gone?
- Countess Zaleska.

Dracula's daughter.

Dracula's daughter?

Now, look here, you two.
If you're still playing games with me,

if you routed me out of my bed
in the middle of the night

to dash down here on
some confounded hoax, I...

This is no hoax,
Sir Basil.

- Exactly what happened?
- She came to the hospital tonight.

Said she was leaving London.
She begged me to go with her.

- Go with her?
- Well, I refused of course.

Later, after I had examined the girl
and traced Zaleska here,

she still insisted.
She said she'd force me.

How she got hold of Janet, I don't know,
but we've got to find them!

Janet's in danger!
Think of what happened to those others.

No, wait.
As long as this woman

wants to control you,
she won't harm her.

What are you standing there for?
Why don't you do something?

They're still in London.

Send out a general alarm.
Throw a dragnet around the city.

- Where's the telephone?
- In there.

- Zaleska has a flat in Russell Square.
- Oh, she won't be there.

If she manages to slip
out of England tonight,

there's only one place in this world to
which she'll go,

her castle in Transylvania.

BASIL: Hello, hello, hello!
Scotland Yard?

Sir Basil Humphrey speaking.
Yes! Get me Squires.

I want a general broadcast.

(MORSE CODE BEEPING)

Scotland Yard requests reports
about the following...

Uh, I knew I should have
turned off my telephone last night.

Yes, well?
What about it?

- What did you find?
- Nothing, sir.

Oh.

Nobody at the Russell Square flat,
everything torn up.

- No letters, no nothing.
- Huh.

- Dr. Garth was there.
- Where is he now?

I don't know, sir.
He went away somewhere in his car.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello. Yes.

Hello? Uh... What?

Well, why wasn't it followed?

Somebody'll lose his
skin for this, all right.

Dover reports an unidentified
plane, no lights,

taking off across
the Channel an hour ago.

Of course, she'd have
made all preparations.

(CLICKING PHONE SWITCH)
Get me the Paris police headquarters.

Well, what are you
standing there for?

We must find Jeffrey,
and break the news as gently as possible.

- Just came, sir.
- Thank you.

More good news.
Listen to this.

"Chartered plane
leaving for Transylvania.

"Will keep in touch.
Jeffrey Garth."

Stop him!
He's going to his death.

Get me Croydon Airport!
At once, you hear? At once!

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHTER)
(CHATTERING)

Well, Zoltan and Elena,
a fine wedding!

And soon,
it will be night.

- (HOWLING)
- A wolf!

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

(COFFIN LID THUMPS)

(TOWNSPEOPLE CHATTERING)

The castle!

- The light!
- Dracula!

He's come back!

(PANICKED CHATTERING)

The light in
the castle... Dracula!

- What is this?
- The inn, mein Herr.

As far as we dare
go until morning.

- What?
- The vampire.

She walks tonight with
her unhallowed father!

- Are you quite sure?
- Ja, ja!

Well, then let's get along.

You're just in time.
In a few minutes,

the doors will be
barred until daylight.

I tell you what I'll do.
I'll give you five pounds

if you take me as far
as Borgo Pass, no farther.

- But not further than Borgo Pass!
- That's more like it.

There. And I'll ride in
the front seat with you.

Will you take care of my bag,
please, until I come back?

- Yes, sir.
- Come along.

He must be mad.

Beautiful and helpless.

Yes.

Why have you
left her unharmed?

It's the only way I
can be sure of Garth.

What do you want of Garth?

Release? Still, release?

No, I know that's
impossible now.

- I want him.
- What do you mean?

His life,
in exchange for hers.

- His death.
- No. No, not death.

Life. Eternal life with me.

Have you
forgotten your promise

that I was to
have eternal life?

There is death for
Garth if he comes here,

death, not life,

and destruction for you.

Get out.

You won't wait long.

No, not long.

Up there.

Good night, my friend.

Who's there?

(GUNSHOT)

- Where's Janet?
- Safe so far.

If you've harmed her...

You're not in London now, Dr. Garth,
with your police.

You're in Transylvania,
in my castle.

Never mind all that.
Where is she?

- In there?
- Wait.

Get out of my way.

Very well.

(CHATTERING)

(RATTLING DOORKNOB)
BASIL: Rap on the door.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

- What's he saying? What's he saying?
- He's gone to the castle.

There isn't
a moment to be lost.

Well, let's get on
with it then.

Hypnosis, eh?

Something older
and more powerful.

Whatever it is,
I'll bring her out of it.

Like the other one who died?

Her pulse is weak, Dr. Garth,
growing weaker.

All your skill
cannot help her now.

She's under a spell that can be
broken only by me or death.

Well, then, break it!

The great Dr. Garth helpless,

as she lies there
dying before him?

She's not dying.

I won't let her die.
Janet...

Your life for hers.

What are you talking about?

Remain here.

- Remain?
- Yes, with me, among the undead,

one yourself, as only I
can make that possible,

never to know death,
as men know it.

- You're insane!
- "Insane"?

To offer you eternal life?

I don't believe in your
spells and your magic!

Then let your
science save her, or...

- Or what?
- Or agree to remain here.

All right. Release her.

(GASPS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Janet... Is she?
- She's all right.

- And Countess Zaleska?
- Out there.

Janet, open your eyes.

Oh, Jeffrey!

There's your vampire,
Sir Basil.

The arrow...
A wooden shaft through her heart,

just as I drove
the stake through his.

BASIL: The woman is beautiful.

VAN HELSING: She was beautiful
when she died

a hundred years ago.