Dracula's Daughter

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?

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