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(wind howling)

- [Narrator] Their gods were different.

Their lives were different.

They created the mystery of Stonehenge,

and made mistletoe a kiss of death.

Condemned by Caesar, they took to caves,

and 5O years after the death of Christ,

they disappeared from the face of the Earth.

They were the druids.

The secret people.

The Sangroid blood eaters.

Midnight was their sacred hour,

and blood sacrifice under the full moon their religion.

Today, when the moon is full,

and the wind moans through the rocks and caves

in remote corners of the world,

people say the Sangroid druids are worshiping again,

and preparing a new blood sacrifice.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(car engine revving)

(horn blaring)

(Jim shrieking)

(atmospheric country song)

- Good luck, Cliff.

- Right.

- Any news with Helen?

- Not a word.

- It's been more than a week now.

- Try two weeks.

- Well, let's hope for the best.

I'm sure you'll hear something soon.

- Marty, I don't know where Helen is,

and frankly, I'm not sure I care.

- Oh, come on.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Cliff.

I It's the only home I know I

- Looks like Cliff's ready for a breakdown.

- Yeah, Shorty, can't you get a lead

on where his old lady is?

- Look, I'm just the deputy.

When Chief Spano gets back from Capital City,

we'll get started on it.

I'm just trying to keep the peace.

- You've been keeping this bar peaceful

since the chief left.

- [Man] Say, maybe she ran off with 0l' Steve Whitaker.

(men laughing)

- Hey, where is 0l' Steve, anyway?

I haven't seen him in, ah,

it must be a few weeks now.

- [Man] He's a weird, old bird,

and his wife's crazier than he is.

- What are you guys trying to do, make work for me?

- Sorry, Shorty, we didn't mean to interrupt your drinking.

- [Marty] The guy I miss is 0l' Jim Carey.

He hasn't been in for a week now.

- Well, another week without that sponge,

and you'll be going out of business.

(Jim screaming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hey, Marty, speak of the devil,

here comes your best customer now,

and boy is he loaded.

- Jim, you're kidding?

(door clattering)

Somebody help that man in here.

It sounds like he needs a drink.

(dramatic orchestral music) (Jim gasping)

(Jim groaning)

(water splashing)

(atmospheric orchestral music)

- Aren't you glad we came out here?

- Mm-hmm.

- Even if your mind's back in the laboratory?

- What, what are you talking about?

- You know, this is the first time

we've come out like this since I've been back from school.

- Oh, it hasn't been that long, has it?

- You know it has, Don.

You've been cooped up with my father

in that lab of his for the past two weeks.

- You know, I've learned more in the last year

with your father than in four years at the university.

- You know, there are some things Daddy can't teach you.

How are you gonna learn them?

- Oh, I'll start in at the bottom.

- Yes, and then what?

- I'll work my way up.

(Don laughing)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(machine whirring) (blood dripping)

(machine whirring) (blood dripping)

(Helen gasping)

(Helen groaning)

(Helen groaning) (blood dripping)

(Helen groaning) (blood dripping)

(Jenny laughing)

(Don laughing)

Either you're getting faster,

or I'm slowing down.

- Well, you never get out.

Pretty soon, you'll be just another

grumpy, old lab technician like Daddy.

You've grown quite attached to Daddy, haven't you?

I knew you would.

You're quite a bit like him, you know?

- You're just a pushover for pathologists.

- I guess that's it.

- You know, for a while, Jenny,

I wasn't sure you were happy

with the idea of my going into this field,

but I made the decision and you've been great.

Really.

You know, of course,

there's not a whole lot of money in pathology.

- Oh, I don't know.

Daddy did alright for me and Mom.

He's been even more wonderful since she died.

- I'm sure of it.

He's one of the best.

- I think you're one of the best.

Don, when are we gonna make our announcement?

- Hmm? - Our announcement.

Or was I taking that proposal of yours too literally?

- What?

Look, no, Jenny, you know we're gonna get married soon.

- The very thought of it makes you

instantly grim, doesn't it?

- It's not that. - I noticed it earlier today.

You've been acting like everything is alright,

but you've been faking it. I can tell, what is it?

- It's just that I can't get

the picture of that old man out of my mind.

- Mr. Carey? - Yeah.

Shorty called up here for your father,

but he was out on one of his walks,

so I figured I'd better go down there myself.

You wouldn't believe what I saw.

OI' Jimmy looked like he blew up.

I don't know any other way to describe it.

- I guess that's what happens when you drink your life away.

- I don't think this had anything to do with alcohol.

Frankly, it's got us all puzzled.

I took a sample of his blood, Shorty let me do it,

and your father is examining it.

I don't know what we're going to find.

I just wish Chief Spano were here.

- [Jenny] They say nothing ever happens in Jefferson Valley,

but it seems in the last few weeks,

there's been more to talk about

than I remember since I was a kid.

- What?

- Cliff Strum's wife disappearing.

People are curious why the Whitakers never come into town.

I know they keep pretty much to themselves,

but still, Sally Whitaker used to come by

every Monday to give me some hints

on good, down home cooking.

Do you suppose there's something wrong with the Whitakers?

Maybe we should, maybe we should go up there.

- I wouldn't bother.

They're getting old now,

and besides, nobody could actually ever call them sociable.

- [Jenny] Hmm, yeah, yeah.

- Where have you two been?

Nevermind, come down to the lab.

You won't believe what's happening.

That sample of Carey's blood,

it's undergone the most incredible transformation.

It continues to remain in an unstable state,

and has been reproducing at a rate

unlike any I've seen in 4O years of study.

- You know, it does look like

a little more than what I brought in last night.

- Take the cover off that beaker.

There is the sample.

- Then what is this?

- The merest fragment of what was left

in the original test tube

after I emptied it into the beaker.

That too has been reproducing.

- But what you're saying is impossible.

- I couldn't agree with you more,

but there's the proof right before your eyes.

It does give us a strong indication

of what caused Carey's death,

but for the life of me,

I can't imagine what he could have been exposed to

that could create such an unnatural condition.

- What you're saying is that

his hemostatic balance was so disturbed

that-- - That he blew himself to pieces.

Obviously, there is some outside agent

which has acted upon his blood cells,

accelerating their standard growth pattern

off into a wild rate.

- I don't like the looks of this.

- This will either be a major milestone in pathology,

or a major disaster to mankind.

Don, let's work all night if we have to,

until we nail this thing down.

- Alright, I'm with ya.

(blood fizzing)

(upbeat country music) (customers chattering)

- Tex, what the hell are you doing,

trying to put a hole in the floor?

- The more I swab this blood stain,

the bigger it gets.

- [Man] That's all the alcohol in Jimmy's system

finally getting out.

- That's not funny, the man's dead.

You shouldn't talk like that.

But I tell you, there's something funny about this blood.

I'm not kidding.

(ominous orchestral music)

Ever since I saw that bright light out by Whitaker's,

there's been a lot of monkey business

going on in this town.

All I know is what I saw,

and I heard this crazy noise,

and that's when I saw them.

It must have been demons from hell.

All kind of floating through the mist,

shooting fire in the air.

- And I'll bet you saw 0l' Whitaker,

sitting at the controls of the spaceship

with earphones on his head.

- Yeah, and his old lady shoveling coal on the boiler.

- If I could've had a camera,

I could've had a picture,

and I bet I could get a million dollars for that picture.

- What do you think they're doing with that blood sample?

- [Man] Hey, Shorty, why don't you call Anderson

and find out?

- If I wasn't so busy running the town,

I'd drop by Willow Brook Road myself and see Roy personally.

- [Marty] Now that would be something.

Roy Anderson, a top scientist,

in conference with Shorty Kulp,

Jefferson Valley's leading criminologist.

You fellas alright?

- Would you direct us to Willow Brook Road?

- [Marty] Oh, do you have to see somebody up there?

- We have pressing business

with one of the residents there.

- [Man] Pressing business, hey?

Oh, you guys are tailors.

They're saying you made the pants too long. (laughing)

- Um, Willow Brook Road, yeah,

you can walk there from here,

if you're not loaded like, ah.

Take Spring Brook Road 'til the end,

then bare left on Willow Pond Drive.

The pond's only about a thousand feet from there.

Which house was it that you wanted?

- Thank you.

We'll find it.

Your directions will be most satisfactory.

Our mission takes me to Willow Brook Road.

You will report my movements to Creton.

If they're on to something,

Creton must be advised.

(wind howling)

(ominous orchestral music)

(blood fizzing) - Amazing, isn't it?

- At this rate of growth, within a week,

the lab will be flooded with--

- With human blood.

(ominous orchestral music)

- I can't help thinking we should report this

to the state authorities.

- I don't like it either,

but remember our experiments.

What we have in these beakers

may provide a valuable clue

to an eventual cure for that plasma disorder.

Don, we may be on the brink of a great discovery.

- There's some mighty unusual circumstances to Jim's death.

Nobody up to now has used the word murder,

and I don't necessarily mean murder in the natural sense.

There's something about this that seems almost unearthly.

(cane banging on window)

- Now did you hear something?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Buster barking)

(Buster barking)

(Buster growling)

(cane whacking against body)

(Buster barking) (cane whacking against body)

- Buster?

(Buster barking) Buster?

(Buster barking) (cane whacking against body)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(water splashing)

Buster?

Buster?

Come here, Buster.

(ominous rattling)

(Jenny gasping)

Oh, Don. - Hey, what are you doing?

It's cold out here.

- Buster's run off.

- Nonsense, he's probably just chasing some wild animal.

He'll be back.

- Don, I was having the strangest dream.

It was about Steve and Sally Whitaker.

I can't really remember what was happening to them,

but it seems they were calling out for my help.

- You've been listening to the town gossip again.

Look, everybody knows they keep to themselves.

What, with Helen Strom missing,

they're throwing in the Whitakers for good measure.

Why don't you take a walk over there sometime?

- You're right, I should pay her a visit.

Besides, I'm way overdue on bringing her cookbook back.

- And you're way overdue for bed.

(dramatic orchestral music) (ominous rattling)

- He's gone, Daddy.

I fixed his breakfast over an hour ago.

It's still sitting there,

and you know he always eats his breakfast.

- He'll come home when he's hungry.

Some of my students are the same way.

(doorbell ringing)

- Oh, Daddy, maybe someone's found him.

Oh, you.

- Good morning, Jenny.

Is that coffee I smell?

- What? Oh, yes.

- Good morning, Don. - Good morning.

' My, Y0u're up early.

- Well?

- Oh, Don, I'm sorry.

Okay, I'll get you a cup.

- She's very upset. - And so am l.

- Buster? - You know,

there are blood stains down by the brook.

It looks to me like there was some kind

of struggle there last night.

- Probably woodchucks.

Is that all you're having for breakfast?

- Oh, Don, can I get you eggs and bacon?

- Ah, that sounds good.

Now listen, after breakfast,

why don't we jump in my car

and drive through town

and maybe we can find Buster?

- [Jenny] How would you like your eggs?

- Scrambled, like you. - Oh, you.

- Ya see that?

We're not married yet and already

she's treating me like a husband.

- Don't you wish.

- Come here, you. (doorbell ringing)

- [Jenny] l'll get it.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Coming.

(Jenny screaming)

(Jenny crying)

- [Roy] Oh, God.

- Whoever did this, I'll kill him.

Take care of her, Roy.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(ominous rattling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- That dog meant the world to Jenny.

- How'd she take it, Roy?

- It's strange, but I think she kind of expected it.

- Does she know?

- Oh, how can you tell a girl

that her dog is not only dead,

but that some fiend, some thing,

has drained every corpuscle of blood from its body?

- Well not quite, we've got enough for a slide.

- Have you analyzed it yet?

- It's another case of marked, accelerated progeneration.

- Like Jim Carey.

- God.

- There is absolutely no foundation

in clinical pathology for this phenomenon.

Nothing on Earth could possibly promote

the cellular growth that we've seen in this laboratory.

I'm afraid we're dealing with a force

we know nothing about.

(atmospheric orchestral music)

(atmospheric orchestral music)

- [Mrs. Greenman] Milton, you're supposed

to carry me over the threshold.

- Oh, come on. - Come on, honey.

_ Qkay.

Get the door.

Here you go, oh, gee. (Mrs. Greenman laughing)

- [Mrs. Greenman] Stop rolling.

- [Milton] Ah, okay.

(Mrs. Greenman laughing)

They have a TV in here.

I told you this was a first class motel.

- Oh, Milton,

this is the happiest day of my life.

Oh, Milton.

I am getting a little tired, though.

Would you like to get ready for bed?

I'll be a minute. - Don't you wanna

watch the Late Show, honey?

- [Mrs. Greenman] Milton, we just got married.

We don't have to watch the Late Show anymore.

- Oh, yeah.

- [Mrs. Greenman] I'll be right back.

- Okay, hurry UP-

(atmospheric orchestral music)

Whoopee.

- Well?

Do you like it?

- Oh, yeah.

Ah, are you finished in there?

- Oh, don't be too long, Milton.

You wouldn't like someone to come through

the window and carry me off, would you?

- No, I wouldn't.

I'm just gonna take a quick shower.

_ Qkay.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

(atmospheric orchestral music)

(water splashing)

- Do you need any help in there?

I give great back rubs.

- [Milton] Take it easy, honey.

We have a whole lifetime together.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Milton gasping) (cane whacking against head)

(can whacking against body) (Milton groaning)

(cane whacking against body)

- Why? - I wish to God I knew.

Why would somebody be trying to scare us like that?

I put in a call to Chief Spano,

and the phone lines to Capital City are down.

They got hit pretty hard by that storm.

- Buster, little bear.

Oh, Don, why?

- Don, come quick.

You won't believe what's happening.

(blood bubbling)

I can't stop it.

(dramatic orchestral music) (wind howling)

(rain pattering)

- Towan the Daydonein.

Daughter of Fenion.

Child of Dawn.

Drawshay of Nemid.

Queen of the Sangroids.

Your Feast of Menanon grows near,

and still, we your servants have not your blood host.

Be patient a bit longer, my Queen Onhorrid.

This time we shall be ready

when your hour is at hand.

- Egon has brought two more.

(ominous piano music)

- Pray forgiveness, but not the host we seek.

- This is but from one.

Were not two captured?

(Milton screaming)

- Egon is processing the man.

He was badly beaten and could not survive

the reproductive effects of the Menanon Cup.

I sometimes feel that Egon's methods are rather excessive.

- Perhaps, but his zeal knows no bounds.

Have the woman processed as soon as the man is finished.

(lightning booming) (wind howling)

(machine whirring) (blood dripping)

(Milton shrieking)

(blood dripping)

Sontag, only a few precious days remain until the feast.

Thrice before we have failed

to provide our queen with a suitable host.

Should would fail again,

the Prince of Darkness may take her,

and with her goes our own life force.

She is the last Queen of the Sangroid,

and with her, as she passes into the Underworld,

if it happens, goes our own glorious race.

Sontag, surely you can save us.

- Creton, I must confess,

I enjoyed my years in this land.

My work, my friends.

It was as if I were one of them.

No one knew the truth,

save for those whom I took for food.

But when I felt my own life force ebbing,

I knew you and the others

had not found a host for Onhorrid.

When you finally came to this place,

my heart wept bitterly,

(atmospheric piano music)

but my Lord Druid,

I'll do my duty.

Do not fear.

The Danya will live,

and the Sangroid will be eternal.

- Sontag, even if the Prince Of Darkness

spurned the Danya this one more time,

we cannot continue to exist here

on the poor blood these people offer.

The people who own this farm,

that woman, Strom,

the drunkard who escaped.

I cannot forgive Egon his negligence

for leaving that man unguarded,

while he set forth to satisfy

his own gluttonous appetites.

But should we find the host,

there will be no further need

for this secondary nourishment.

Our queen will breathe her own life into her people,

and smite her enemies with the simple touch of her hand.

Egon, Ogmar, Helid, all of you out.

Find the one we seek.

The one whose blood does not respond

to the fruit of Menanon.

The one with the strength

to resurrect the Queen of the Sangroid.

(birds chirping)

(knocking on window)

(door clacking)

- I thought I told you to get a good night's sleep.

- Has it begun to recede yet?

- No, it's still maintaining the same level.

However, at least we've arrested the hemostatic growth,

but it still remains dangerously unstable.

My thought is that it could go either way.

We've got to try to find a way

to reverse it back to that original sample

by finding a reagent.

- How's our girl this morning?

- Oh, much the same.

- Were you having any luck

getting through to Capital City?

- Well, the operator said not before this evening.

Where'd you get that? - Oh, I found it in the woods.

I was looking for Buster.

- May l?

How unusual.

Strange alloy of some kind.

You know, I can't identify this metal.

It's quite heavy for it's size,

and yet it's too hard for lead.

(fork tapping on metal)

- I thought I'd give it to Jenny as a pendant.

- Was this found near the scene of the struggle?

- Yes, right near there.

- There's a fellow on the faculty at the university

by the name of Kinskey,

who has a hobby of identifying this kind of artifact.

I'll give him a ring.

Maybe he'll come down and have a look at it.

(phone ringing)

- Cameron, here.

Yes, Anderson, how are you?

Yes, Kinskey did have this office,

but he left on some sort of research project

about a month ago.

No, I'm sorry, you know how secretive he is about his work.

- Well, did he leave a number where we could reach him?

Yes, it is rather important.

Why do you ask?

- He left us very specific instructions not to disturb him,

but I'm sure he wouldn't mind hearing from you.

Just give me a minute to find it.

- 462-783, rig ht?

Thanks, Cameron.

I'll be seeing you.

Old Kinskey's out on one of his field trips,

but I did get a number where he could be reached.

(phone ringing)

- [Sontag] Yes?

- Hello, Kinskey?

This is Roy Anderson.

- How did you find me?

Why, yes, of course it's good to hear from you,

but I've only a minute.

An artifact?

Can you describe it?

Yes, I'd like very much to look at it.

In fact, I'm not too far from you.

I'll drive over this evening.

- Ah, that's wonderful.

We'll be expecting you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- With whom were you speaking?

- While Egon was slaughtering that dog

for his perverse pleasures,

he managed to lose the Key of Menanon.

- That stupid blithering fool.

Without that key, we cannot continue to supply

the blood from those who give it to us.

Nor can we determine the true host.

E9°",Eg0n?

- [Egon] Creton, my lord.

Druid of the Sangroid.

- The Key of Menanon?

- I seemed to have misplaced it.

- [Creton] Then to the processing chamber with you

until you can remember it,

and if you cannot,

then you will be feeling the hot brand

of the Prince of the Underworld this night.

- [Egon] No, Creton, I will get it back.

- No, my lord, our numbers are too few already.

I will retrieve the key.

- Excellent, Sontag.

The key for Egon's life,

but how do you propose to find one small key

in the dense fields prowled by Egon,

in his unquenchable thirst for blood.

Blood for his own addictive needs.

- [Egon] My lord, have mercy.

- I've already made arrangements

with the man who possesses the key.

Fortunately, he's an old colleague of mine here,

and I should get it from him without any hesitation.

- Fine, Sontag.

You can make up for the mistake

made by this blundering fool.

Even now we waste time on you,

while Queen Onhorrid hungers for the blood

who solely we can provide.

The sand of Satan is crunching at her throat.

All of you out!

Find the blood host that we need.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Cliff] I've had it with these bushes.

What the hell is that?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(cnrr gasping)

(Cliff screaming)

(cnrr gasping)

(ax whooshing) (Cliff groaning)

(upbeat acoustic guitar music)

I We're lost in the ways I

I Adrift in the night I

I On a raft made of stars I

I We're floating unseen I

I As we search for our dreams I

(birds chirping)

(car engine whirring)

(upbeat acoustic guitar music on radio)

I You can't give up I

I You can't give in I

- I've been thinking about Sally Whitaker.

I think I'll go up there.

Besides, I owe her that cookbook.

- Look, I don't wanna sound melodramatic,

but I'd prefer it if you didn't

go anwvhere for a few days.

At, at least until the chief gets back.

- Yesterday, you thought it was a good idea.

- I know, but--

- [Radio Announcer] We interrupt our regular programming

to bring you this important bulletin.

A double kidnapping has taken place

at the Cozy Rest Motel in Jefferson Valley.

According to hotel management,

a room occupied by newlyweds,

Mr. and Mrs. Milton Greenman,

was discovered in disarray

by cleaning woman, Sally Readerman.

Miss Readerman described the room as a bloody mess.

The couple had disappeared,

and evidence of foul play could be found

from one end of the blood strewn room to another.

Blood covered all the bathroom fixtures.

Judging by the clothing found in the room,

the Greenman's were in their nightclothes

when the crime took place.

Deputy Sheriff Shorty Kulp,

in charge in the absence of Chief Spano,

who was attending the Rogers Trial in Capital City,

responded to our WJEV news call

with the following statement.

- [Shorty] I have no comment to make

until the Chief gets back from Capital City.

- [Radio Announcer] For further bulletins, stayed tuned to.

- Oh, Don, what now?

- Now, you are going to bed.

(car engine whirring)

- I couldn't agree with you more.

- At least that's the way he does it every time.

- Oh, look who's here. (door clacking)

- Good evening, Dr. Kinskey, how are you?

- Good evening, Jenny, you're looking

more lovely than I remember you.

- Why, thank you.

Daddy, how are you this evening?

- Tell me, did you have a nice time?

- Yes, but don't let me keep you two.

Goodnight.

- [Roy] Goodnight, dear.

- Jenny.

Now, getting back to this trinket, Roy,

and, and that's all it really is.

(ominous orchestral music)

I'll take it back with me

and have the metal analyzed,

since you're so interested in it.

Sorry I can't tell you that it's some rare relic

from the Mayans,

but I'm afraid it's just a cheap copy

from some penny arcade.

- [Roy] Goodnight, Kinskey,

and be sure to call me if you learn anything.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(blood bubbling) (machine whirring)

(blood bubbling) (machine whirring)

(Tex screaming) (blood bubbling)

(TeX groaning)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(blood bubbling) (machine whirring)

(TeX groaning)

(ominous orchestral music)

(Tex screaming)

- [Jenny] (gasping) Dr. Kinskey.

- I'm sorry I startled you.

You're all out of breath.

What are you doing out here?

I thought you were going to bed.

- [Jenny] Oh, I couldn't sleep.

Oh, I met a man who frightened me.

I'll just hurry on home.

- Your father would be very worried.

(blood bubbling) (machine whirring)

Was that the drifter?

- Yes, he has spun his last tale.

Were you successful?

- Excellent, excellent.

Now come, let us prepare for the repast.

The drifter has brought a fresh supply of blood,

and Egon said it is bountiful.

(ominous orchestral music)

- How does it feel to be a radio star?

- Just doing my job.

Part of a deputy's work is to take care of the people.

It seems like everybody in Jefferson County

heard me on the radio.

- Have you got any leads on those honeymooners?

- Yeah, I'm asking a few questions,

putting the pieces together, you might say.

I'll have a full report for George when he gets back.

Between the two of us, we'll close the case

in a couple of days.

- Oh, yeah, well what did you find out?

- Well, we know who they were.

We have their pictures,

and I know that they just got married.

- Yeah, so?

- Well, we're taking it from there.

- You don't know anymore now than you did this morning.

- What do you mean? I know things

I can't reveal in a bar here.

- [Man] Give him another drink and he'll tell all.

- It's my theory that it was a lover's quarrel.

He made some smart remark and she beat his head in.

- [Man] That's some theory, Shorty.

Here, have another drink.

- [Man] Say, did you ever find anything

about that blood sample they took from Jim?

- I called Anderson, but he wouldn't

tell me anything over the telephone.

He thinks I'm some kind of moron or something.

(phone ringing)

That's the telephone, I'll get that.

(phone ringing)

Hello, police annex.

Deputy Kulp at the bar.

Oh, hello, George.

- [George] Listen to me, Shorty, I'm down to my last dime.

I've been trying to get ahold of you all day.

I called all over town.

Why aren't you in the office?

Nevermind, I don't wanna hear your excuses.

What's going on up there?

I go away for three days,

and the place turned into a madhouse.

- [Man] Give 'em hell, Shorty.

- [George] I can't get through tonight.

I got a motel room here.

I'll try to get through tomorrow,

and you better be sober when I arrive.

(lightning booming)

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(ominous rattling)

(lightning booming)

(ominous rattling)

(lightning booming)

(ominous rattling)

(lightning booming)

- Ah, Chief, good to hear from you.

Where are you?

Thank heavens.

Madhouse is hardly the word for it.

Can you come up here right away?

Wonderful, I'll be waiting.

Glad you're here, chief.

Come on in.

Jenny's got the coffee on.

- Welcome back, chief.

- Hi, Jenny.

How ya been?

Where's Buster?

(Jenny crying)

Did I say something wrong?

- Come sit down, chief.

I'll fill you in from the beginning.

Last Monday, 0l' Jim Carey dropped dead.

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- [George] You were lucky to arrest it.

- We worked half the night to stop it,

but we still don't know the cause.

We can't be sure it won't act up again.

It's still very unstable.

- I'm almost sorry I came back.

And now this thing with Tex.

You know, Roy, all this funny business

started with the Whitakers.

Maybe I should start my investigation up there.

- [Roy] I only hope she imagined that scream she heard.

- I'll go up there in the morning

and get to the bottom of this.

(knocking on door)

- Can I help you, sir?

- [George] Yes, yes, I'm looking for the Whitakers.

- Sorry, you're a few weeks too late.

They've gone to California on an extended vacation.

They were good enough to lease this to me

while they're away.

Oh, I beg your pardon, my name is Woodrow Kinskey.

We're doing research here on a university grant.

- Yes, I have heard Professor Anderson speak of you,

but he didn't mention that you were here.

- Oh, well, ah, I only told the university people.

I like to work in complete privacy.

- Ah, just what kind of work is it that you do?

- Well, uh, at present, we're investigating

the causal factors involved in the atomic breakdown

of non-ferrous metal alloys

when subjected to excessive bombardment

from solar waves in the omega grouping.

- Oh, I think I understand.

Well anwvay, I'm sorry to interfere with your work,

it's just that I was a little concerned with the Whitakers,

and I just wanted a little look around.

- If it'll make you feel better,

you're welcome to come inside.

- That won't be necessary.

I'll be on my way.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh, one thing.

Ah, when will the Whitakers be back?

- Well they left no definite date,

but I expect to hear from them shortly.

- I think you hit on something.

- I wish I'd thought of it before.

By accident, there was some green dye

on this last slide, it mixed with the blood.

When I looked at it, there it was, big as life.

- But what is it?

- Have a look.

- You reversed it. - A simple mixture

of iodine and household ammonia.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, chief.

Kinskey?

That's certainly very odd.

He was here just the other night and he never,

oh, I see.

Well, I knew he was working on something or other.

It's strange he didn't tell me.

Did you notice anything else?

California?

Okay, thanks for calling.

Kinskey's doing his experiments at the Whitaker's.

They've evidently leased him the place

and gone off to California on a vacation or something.

(rotary dial clattering)

(phone ringing)

(speaking in foreign language) (spark exploding)

What?

Look, I wanna speak to Dr. Kinskey.

- [Egon] There is no Kinskey here.

- Is this 462-783?

- Give me that, you.

Hello?

Oh, Roy, how are you?

I hope you weren't alarmed.

My students were having some fun.

What's on your mind?

Yes, I've been working at the Whitaker's.

No, I didn't mention it to you.

Truthfully, I'd just as soon

no one knew the nature of what we're doing here.

No, Roy, nothing so glamorous,

but we have been working with atomic bombardment,

and you know how that sounds to lots of people.

So you can see we really do want to work in privacy.

- That's fine, Kinskey.

Good luck with your work.

Is it going well, I hope?

- [Don] Well, what did he say?

- He said his work goes well.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

No, Mr. Walsh, still no word on your daughter,

but we do have an APB out

to all law enforcement agencies in the state.

You told me yourself she had an argument

with her mother and ran off.

She's probably pouting somewhere,

trying to work up the courage to call you.

The best thing you can do is wait for her call

and leave the rest to us.

Fine.

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(water splashing)

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(lightning booming)

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(lightning booming)

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- There's no doubt about it, Roy, you did it.

- [Roy] I suggest we get started on finding

the agent which caused this.

- Alright, let's get right at it.

- Have you forgotten?

You have a date with Jenny this afternoon.

- That's right, I forgot.

- Don, Jenny needs you.

I know the work here is very interesting.

- Right, I know I've been neglecting her lately.

- Good, let's call it a day.

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Now don't forget, 1/6 of the ammonia solution and--

- Would you let him free?

He's mine this afternoon.

- Hey, you're chipper today.

- Where are you two off to?

- Oh, a little drive,

and then some romance to catch up on.

(Roy laughing)

Hey, listen, did you get that artifact back from Kinskey?

Did you remember? - Oh, my god,

I really am the absent-minded professor.

You know, I saw Kinskey just the other day,

and I forgot to ask him.

I'll call him.

- Okay. - Meanwhile, you two

go off and have fun, huh?

- [Don] See you later.

(car engine whirring)

(phone ringing)

- Huh?

Oh.

- Yeah, yeah, I know all about it.

Give me Professor Kinskey.

- Huh?

(doorbell ringing)

- Coming.

Ah, Kinskey.

I was just calling you.

Please, come in.

Yes, I got the usual double talk

from one of your students

before he hung up on me.

- Were you calling about the artifact?

That's why I'm here.

- Good, tell me what you learned about it.

- It's as I suspected.

Just another cheap trinket from some penny arcade.

- Oh, well, perhaps it'll make

a nice decorative pendant for Jenny.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I threw it away.

I didn't know you wanted it.

- Well, that's a shame, but no loss.

So, how is your work going?

- Well, we've had a few unscheduled interruptions,

but we can overcome that.

- Could I fix you a drink?

What would you like?

- I'll have a Bloody Mary.

Tell me of your work, Roy.

What have you been up to?

- [Roy] Oh, a little of this and that.

Currently, I have a young man named Don Tucker

who has been helping me.

He's doing a paper on abnormal blood diseases.

- Oh, are you working at the university?

- [Roy] Oh, no, in my own lab downstairs.

- Oh, I'd like very much to see it.

- [Roy] Well, there really isn't very much to see.

To your health.

- I'd still like very much to see that laboratory.

- Oh, very well, this way.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

I'll get that, you head down.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Ah, Cameron, how are you?

- I have that information for you about registration.

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- Good, I'll see you on the 14th.

- By the way, ROY,

the strangest thing happened

the day I gave you Kinskey's telephone number.

About an hour after you called, he called to tell me

he couldn't work properly where he was,

and that he was moving his research team

out to some lab in Pennsylvania.

I think he was a little angry

when I told him I'd given you his number.

- Pennsylvania?

That's impossible.

- [Cameron] Obviously it is.

I received a postcard from him this morning.

- Oh, that's very strange.

Oh, I'm glad you told me.

I'll tell you later.

Be seeing you.

Oh, I'd be careful of that.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch your things.

- Ah, we spent many hours developing it.

Ah, please put it back where you go it.

- Well, what is it?

- Well, among other things,

it reverses the growth of blood cells.

(test tube clinking) - Oh, oh, how clumsy of me,

I'm terribly sorry.

- No concern, there's plenty more.

- Oh, how fortunate for you.

- I was just talking with Cameron,

he told me a very interesting story.

- Oh, Cameron, I just sent him a postcard

from Pennsylvania.

- Were you in Pennsylvania?

- Just for a day, I delivered a lecture down there.

Ah, what was this interesting story

you were going to tell me?

- Oh, it really wasn't important.

Don, you sure you don't mind going?

- Of course not.

Besides, I haven't been in Capital City in months.

- Now when you get to the clinic,

be sure to give this sample to Dr. Abbott.

He's expecting you. - Right

I'll call you this evening.

- Ah, Jenny talked me into taking her

to the movies this afternoon.

We should be back before six.

- Okay, I'll phone you at six on the dot.

(car engine whirring)

- Now drive carefully.

- Ah, the fruit.

- I'm afraid my professor friend

has learned too much.

He's discovered an effective chemical reagent for the fruit.

He must be eliminated, along with his lab

and all his associates.

- That can easily be arranged.

E90n?

- What time did Don say he'd call?

- Six o'clock.

I told you there was no reason

for us to leave before the end of the film.

- Oh, Daddy, you know the butler did it.

- Well, at least we'll have a quiet evening at home.

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(Jenny screaming)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Well, we finally have the pleasure

of the famous Professor Anderson.

Or should I say the meddling, Mr. Anderson?

- Kinskey, what's going on here?

What are you doing to Jenny?

- He is not Kinskey, he is Sontag.

A druid of the Sangroid's

who lived among you until our time was at hand.

Tonight strikes the hour for the Feast of Menanon,

the first of May.

Unless your daughter responds favorably to the cup,

we will fail to provide a blood host for our queen,

and the Prince of the Underworld

may claim his right to take her.

- Something terrible has happened to Roy and Jenny.

They've disappeared and the house

looks like a cyclone hit it.

- When did you see them last?

- This morning before I left to Capital City.

Um, they've disappeared, though.

We gotta find them.

Well, let's go. - Go where?

- I found this at the house.

Does it mean anything to you?

- Let's get the car.

- Your daughter has drunk deeply

of the fruit of Menanon.

I believe you have seen how it works on normal blood cells,

driving their hemostatic growth

up to 1,000 times their normal growth rate.

The secret lies in the key,

which has been passed on through the millennium

from druid to druid.

The only one who will not respond to its magic

shall be the host.

Test the girl.

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- [George] Ah, I wish Shorty was here,

but he's so bloody drunk,

I wouldn't trust him with a gun.

- [Don] Stop right here.

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- My lord, Creton,

she is, she is!

- The blood host.

We have been spared at the 11th hour.

Prepare for the feast.

(lightning booming)

For tonight I will take my bride,

and the strain of our race will continue,

and woe be to your enemies,

for you shall smite them.

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(George gasping)

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Astanol, Princess of Amadee,

I call to you to accept the sacrifice

of this child which I offer,

and our queen may once again walk among us.

Tonight, I will take my bride,

and the strain of our race will continue.

Tonight, my Danya, your 300 year sleep

will be at an end.

You will awaken to find your fateful servants

kneeling at your feet and I, Creton, await your pleasure,

and woe to your enemies.

Woe to those who dare defy the queen.

The touch of her hand will smite

all who dare defy us.

The terror of the name, it will cover the world

like the shroud of darkness

which has covered our Danya.

Prepare for the drawing of the blood.

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First, the initial drawing of the blood

to revive the queen,

and then the knife will open this girl,

that our queen may bathe in her blood.

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Drink deeply, Onhorrid,

and return to us.

(lightning booming) - Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid

Hail, Onhorrid.

Hail, Onhorrid.

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- Don, the reagent!

(druids groaning) (dramatic orchestral music)

(druids groaning)

(druids groaning)

(wind howling)

- Another week and you'll be as good as new,

and in two weeks, you'll be Mrs. Don Tucker.

- I'm so glad this nightmare's over.

(door banging)

' [ROD] Don?

Come quickly.

You won't believe what's happening.

(Ron laughing)

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