Dracula's Daughter Page #2
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- 1936
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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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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