Mark of the Vampire

I'm sorry, gentleman and lady,

but it will be best for you

to stay here tonight.

Come now, my good man,

you can't frighten us.

We've been over your foul roads before.

Please, you do not understand.

It is not the road. It is the darkness.

Here our doors are protected

with bat thorns.

- What is all this bat thorn business?

- It keeps them out.

They're afraid of it,

the demons of the castle.

Good evening. It's a lovely evening.

Well, Doctor,

for one who is not afraid of the dark,

you have been pushing your horse

pretty fast.

Well, you know horses.

Once they get started for home,

there's no stopping them.

I admit I was a bit impatient...

I mean, hungry

for one of your wonderful meals.

Yes, the vampires are hungry, too,

for their supper.

Nonsense. Rubbish. Vampires. Nonsense.

I won't keep you waiting.

I'll be right out for my supper.

He can "tut-tut" all he likes

about vampires,

but I'd hate to be on a farm

needing his help tonight.

- What is all this about vampires?

- Yes, and this castle.

That's where they live in their coffins.

And they come out at night

and drink people's blood.

Silly superstition.

You would not laugh

if you lived in these mountains.

Fancy, Ronnie,

vampires in the 20th century.

Ripping.

They'll never believe that at the club.

She says, "Please do not mock.

"Because if the vampires should hear you,

"they would take their revenge

on all of us."

- Did you find out what was the matter?

- Monsieur Baron Otto is coming.

One minute.

I have something to say to you.

I'm the bearer of very sad tidings.

Last night your master, Sir Karell,

was murdered.

There's no cause for alarm.

Get up on your feet.

Police Inspector Neumann from Prague

is upstairs now with the body.

He'll be down here shortly

to question all of you.

Now, tell him the truth

and nothing can happen to you.

That's all. You can go back to your work.

In the University of Prague

there are records,

documents that prove the existence

of these creatures.

Dr. Doskil, I'm uninterested

in your old wives' tales.

I'm trying to find the cause

of Sir Karell's death.

But you have it right here.

These little wounds on his throat

are the bite of the vampire.

- Yes, you said.

- I have seen such marks in these parts.

Sir Karell dismissed you at 9:15 last night.

Yes, Mr. Inspector, yes.

Then what were you doing down here

this morning at 3:30?

I don't know. I couldn't sleep.

A bat was fluttering against my window,

and I felt something was wrong.

A bat made you feel that way?

Yes, sir. No, sir. I don't know.

And you, why didn't you come to

the castle at once when Jan telephoned?

Because Jan told me

Sir Karell was already dead.

Does your medical license admit Jan

to certify to the death of your patients?

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

But it was night, and I realized

there was nothing I could do.

Oh, I see. You're no moonflower.

You're a morning glory.

Now, if there's enough daylight

to bring out the physician in you,

make a thorough examination of the body

for the cause of death.

Real, not supernatural.

Here, Jan, give the doctor a hand.

Why, the idea.

I'll get your wrap, my dear.

We'll step over to my place.

- You've eaten nothing.

- Oh, the very thought of food.

I couldn't. I couldn't.

But, Irena,

you must conserve your strength.

- It's Fedor.

- My dear, I'll tell him.

No. No, thanks.

Oh, where have you been? I've been

making enough noise to raise the dead.

Oh, don't, Fedor. Don't.

Well, what's wrong, dear?

What's happened?

Fedor, Father's... Father...

Oh, you poor darling.

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