Son of Dracula

Synopsis: Count Alucard finds his way from Budapest to the swamps of the Deep South after meeting Katherine Caldwell, of the moneyed Caldwell clan that runs a plantation called Dark Oaks. She's obsessed with occult matters. Who better to guide her through this supernatural world than Count Alucard, whose name no one bothers to spell backwards? No one, that is, except the wily Dr. Brewster, an old family friend. He'll join Professor Lazlo, a specialist in the occult, in fighting this "Alucard" and the woman he's influenced. Or has Katherine influenced him? Meanwhile, Katherine's fiancé, Frank Stanley, will find his courage and his sanity sorely tested when he accidentally shoots Katherine to death, yet finds that she goes on living.
Genre: Fantasy, Horror
Director(s): Robert Siodmak
Production: Universal
 
IMDB:
6.2
Rotten Tomatoes:
60%
APPROVED
Year:
1943
80 min
134 Views


- How are you, Doctor?

- Hello, Harry.

- Hey, Charlie.

- Hello, Dr Brewster, Mr Stanley.

- Say, those all the passengers you had?

- Just the four.

You didn't put anybody off

at the wrong station?

We're meeting a friend of

the Caldwells, Count Alucard.

There was no count on this train.

All customers.

There was a lot of stuff in the baggage car

that might belong to your count.

Thanks. We'll take a look at it.

(Man) All aboard!

(Train pulls away)

Does this look like he's come

to stay for just a few weeks?

No, it doesn't.

I wonder what's become of him?

Probably coming by car.

Don't worry, he'll show up.

"D-R-A-C... "

- What are you mumbling about?

- Nothing. Just a silly idea hit me.

There's no Alucard

so there's no need of our waiting.

I've got to get back to the office.

- Is that you, Matthew?

- Yes, ma'am, Miss Kay.

I brought the trunks but Mr Frank said

the Count didn't come on the train.

Oh. Well, put them

in the guesthouse as I told you.

Yes, but I have to have some help.

They're amazingly heavy.

- Get some of the other boys to help you.

- Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Sam. Come on.

- Matthew's back.

- Did the Count come?

No, not yet.

If you had a phone,

Frank could have called you.

If I still lived here, I'd have one,

even if I had to string the wires myself.

- There are other means of communication.

- Please, Kay.

No lectures on metaphysics tonight, huh?

You should allow your mind

to explore the unknown, Claire,

then you wouldn't laugh at telepathy.

I know Count Alucard will be here tonight

without benefit of telephone.

He probably missed the train

and will come tomorrow.

I must see Dad a minute

before I dress for the party. See you later.

(Frogs croaking, birds squawking)

(Mumbled chanting)

You do not know why

you came here tonight.

It was because I wished you here.

Well, why? Isn't Count Alucard...

I wished you here to warn you.

The angel of death

hovers over a great house.

I see it in ruins.

Weeds, vines growing over it,

bats flying in and out the broken windows.

But I want to know of Count Alucard.

Is he coming?

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me, Queen Zimba?

Alucard is not his name.

You must stop him before it is too late.

Stop him before death comes to Dark Oaks.

Tell me if he is coming tonight.

I see you marrying a corpse,

living in a grave.

- I see...

- (Wings flapping)

(Bat squeaking)

Queen Zimba!

(Bird cawing)

(" Waltz)

Hello, Steven.

This excitement over Kay's count

has worn me out.

If you'll all excuse me,

I'll let Steven take me upstairs.

- Good night, Colonel.

- Good night.

- He's holding up very well.

- Night.

Good night, Colonel.

Well, Father, we'll have to do this

all again when Count Alucard does come.

- I'm afraid so.

- I hope you're not too tired.

No, I feel fine.

Now, you run along and dance.

Steven will help me. Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, Father.

Good night.

I'll smoke a cigar before going to bed.

- That'll be all for now, Steven.

- Yes, sir.

Kay, you look worried.

I wish you'd tell me what it is.

Wouldn't you be upset

if your guest of honour didn't appear?

- Is that all?

- Isn't that enough?

I suppose it is, but I thought

you might be worrying about

that old Hungarian Gypsy

you brought back with you.

I understand she died tonight.

- Queen Zimba?

- Queen?

That old swamp cat with a cabin full

of dried lizards and stuffed toads?

It's good riddance, if you ask me.

How did you know she was dead?

That sort of news travels fast.

One of the farm hands told me.

He also said you were there when she died.

- I'd hoped no one knew that.

- Why?

She died of a heart attack.

Your being there has no bearing on it.

Oh, they'll ask questions.

What was I doing there?

What brought on the attack?

And if I told them,

no one around here would believe it.

What do they know of these occult matters?

Blind fools.

Kay, I think it's about time

I talked to you frankly.

We're not blind, we're not fools.

We're just sensible people that

aren't fooled by supernatural nonsense.

- Nonsense?

- Exactly.

There's no magic in dried lizards

and dead chickens.

Since you met this Count Alucard

in Budapest, you've changed.

I hardly know you.

Kay, let me take you away

from all this morbid business.

A six-month honeymoon, a year if you like.

We won't come back until you've overcome

some of these strange ideas.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Does that mean

you're breaking our engagement?

Oh, no. You mustn't even think that.

Then what is it, Kay?

There must be some reason.

Of course there's a reason.

Since we were kids, there's never been

anyone in my heart but you. You know that.

But, well...

Don't ever doubt me, Frank,

no matter what happens. Believe in me.

Believe that what I'm doing

is best for us both.

Has it anything to do with Alucard?

(Sighs)

I see.

I'm afraid there's something

I must tell you, Kay.

Alucard is an impostor, a fake.

- How can you say that?

- I wrote to Senator Manfield.

He said Count Alucard is not known

at the Hungarian embassy.

You must be very proud of that snooping.

I did it to protect the girl I intend to marry.

Miss Kay!

- Dr Brewster, can I help?

- No. Stay here. Keep the party moving.

Father!

Get some water!

Looks like the Colonel fell asleep

and dropped his cigar.

Yeah, that's probably what happened.

There's no evidence of asphyxiation.

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