Mark of the Vampire Page #2

through the broken windows.

I know how you feel.

Recheck your list.

Be sure we've got enough of everything.

But you must remember life goes on,

my dear.

Your father wouldn't want these days,

of all days, to be clouded for you.

I know. I feel ashamed of the way

I acted with Fedor last night,

but it all seemed to sweep over me again.

Well, no more of that, young lady.

If I remember correctly,

we have a wedding to prepare for.

Fedor!

Fedor, oh, darling, what's the matter?

Annie, some water, quick!

What is it, Fedor? What happened to you?

I don't know. I can't remember.

I was running to the train

and then, by the castle, I fell.

I must have struck my head.

Oh, you poor dear. Here, drink this.

Fedor.

You say you fell by the castle?

When I came to, it was dawn.

I was too weak to move.

I just lay there.

It seems...

It seemed hours before I was able

to drag myself here.

Annie, the doctor, quick. Dr. Doskil.

Fedor! Those wounds, like Father's.

Vampire! Vampire! Let me out of here!

Slow down! Slower!

- Are you trying to kill me?

- Let go! Let go!

Slow down! Slow down!

I'm not gonna be upset in no ditch!

And I'm gonna tell the Baron

how you've been beating his horse.

It's all your fault,

taking so much time over your beer.

I told you we had to get home

before sunset.

Why are you afraid of the dark?

The darkness won't hurt us.

If you wake up dead in the morning,

your body drained dry of blood,

you'll be afraid of the dark!

Afraid of the dark.

Heaven. Heaven, protect us. Oh, heaven.

I've been a good girl.

I've been a good girl all my life.

Don't let her get me.

She's got me! She's got me!

We must see him! We must see him!

- But you can't! You can't disturb him now!

- We've got to see him.

He must be told what we saw.

I must warn you.

You cannot disturb him now.

- What is this? What is this?

- The castle, sir!

It's haunted, sir. Dead people!

- Jan, close the door.

- We saw them! We saw them!

- Yes, we did, sir!

- Keep quiet. I'll explain.

- Some real-estate brokers from Prague...

- No, no. We saw a woman.

- A dead woman in her grave clothes.

- That's enough!

What you probably saw was one of

the broker's clients inspecting the castle.

The place is being shown for rent.

Oh, excuse me, sir. I'm new here.

I want no more disturbances in this house.

- Understand?

- Yes, sir.

Miss Irena has gone through

enough excitement.

No, sir. Yes, sir. I'll keep my tongue.

What is it? Boris!

Oh, Boris.

What happened to her?

What's she doing out here?

I don't know! I couldn't find her.

I looked all over and there...

I don't know! I don't know!

I felt her deadly, cold breath on my throat.

I must have fainted.

I knew no more.

Colleague, your diagnosis is correct.

Professor Zelin.

Gentlemen, I've spent my life

in the study of...

Miss Borotyn, will you excuse us, please?

May we continue our talk

in another room?

- Maid.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Go to Miss Borotyn. Stay with her.

- Under no circumstances leave her.

- No, sir.

Professor Zelin, why all this secrecy?

I broke off my sentence

for Miss Borotyn's sake.

There is no more foul or relentless

enemy of man

in the occult world

than this dead-alive creature

spewed up from the grave.

True. True.

This attack by a beautiful woman

on Miss Borotyn

goes far to confirm

the legend of the castle.

Who else could it have been but...

- The daughter of Count Mora.

- Exactly.

My very own conclusion, Professor.

- What is your advice?

- We can't undo what's been done.

Miss Borotyn is in danger

of repeated attacks.

Come in, please.

It's Inspector Neumann. Excuse me.

Baron Otto, I must speak

to Inspector Neumann before he leaves!

Please. You should be lying down.

Miss Borotyn,

you must come away from there.

I'm afraid you treat me like an invalid.

Maid, quick. The doors, the windows.

I want everything

closed and fastened securely.

- Every moment counts. Run along now.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Dr. Doskil,

there's a certain thorny weed

- that grows in these parts.

- Yes, yes. Bat thorn.

That's it. That's it. I want you

to get me some, if you will, please.

We'll have to work fast.

The sun will soon be down.

Yes, yes. Very good, sir.

With my permission,

a broker in Prague leased the castle.

Look. Look at the signature of the tenant.

Karell Borotyn. Some relative, no doubt.

- No, no, it's Karell himself.

- What's wrong with you, man?

Sir Karell's been dead for a year.

It's his signature, I tell you.

I know it as well as my own.

Inspector Neumann.

Your arrival is providential.

We need his help the worst way.

Inspector, Miss Borotyn has been attacked

by a vampire.

Well, I suppose coming from you

this is no joke.

But you know

I don't believe in such things.

Why have you sent for me?

Why were you instrumental

in bringing me down here?

Please, Professor, no argument.

I can't stand any more of this.

- I'm too excited.

- I beg your pardon, Baron.

Sorry, Baron.

I'll tell you why

I brought you here, Professor.

I thought you'd help me uncover the truth.

Why, the facts speak for themselves.

There have been three attacks.

Sir Karell is dead.

Miss Borotyn and her fianc

lie within the shadow of worse than death.

The vampire is a pestilence that grows.

Each victim that it kills

itself becomes a vampire.

A corpse by day,

at night it leaves its coffin

to sustain its unnatural life

on the blood of the living.

Inspector, we must protect this house

with bat thorn

to prevent their entrance.

Baron, I have sent for a supply.

If you will pardon me, I'll see if it's arrived.

Inspector, do you really think...

Miss Borotyn,

you should not be down here.

You must not disregard my warnings.

But I heard a voice, outside, calling me.

It's your weakened condition, child.

No. No, it sounded like Father,

Father's voice.

Come. I'll take you back to your room.

Did you hear what she said?

Her father's voice.

Hysteria. I place no stock in it.

His signature. His signature on that lease.

Now don't you start believing

that nonsense.

Dead people don't leave their graves.

But, Inspector, we must make sure

that Sir Karell's body is still in its coffin.

Fedor, you're not well enough.

You promised me not to come tonight.

What are you trying to keep from me?

Who is this man?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Professor Zelin. Professor, Mr. Vincent.

You've been so ill, dear.

We thought it best not to let you know.

- But now that you're here...

- Please, please.

You'll overtax your strength.

Mr. Vincent,

Miss Borotyn must be spared

all excitement.

She's passed through a terrible ordeal.

Like you,

she was attacked by the vampire.

The vampire?

She must have rest.

She'll get rest. I'm taking her

away from here tonight. Now!

Mr. Vincent,

if you interfere with my plans,

if you disobey me,

my work will be destroyed.

Why, it's not only your lives,

your souls are at stake.

We must all die.

There's nothing terrible about death,

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