Dracula's Daughter

Look!

He's dead. His neck's broken.

Oh.

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.

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 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?

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.

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 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.

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,