All language subtitles for McCloud S07E06 McCloud Meets Dracula

Give it up, Belasco!
You got no place to go!

You're wrong, policeman.

I have a 1,000 years
head-start on you.

[shrieking]

This is a kook story,

so it should be handled
by another kook.

How do you do, McCloud?
My name is Count Dracula.

Chill on a night like this

penetrates back
a 1,000 years.

[thunderclap]

- She's at his house.
- You left her there?

McCloud: Well, it wasn't
my idea.

[shrieking]

[dramatic music]

[door creaking]

[door clanking]

[door creaking]

[ominous music]

[music continues]

McCloud: Ah. It's a strange
city, Joe.

It just keeps going on.

Joe: Survival, McCloud,
life goes on.

What do you want people to do?

Seven million people can't stop
to grieve for every loss,

every flip-out.

There're just too many tragedies
in a city this big.

Yeah, well, I expect so.

Still in all,
I wonder if there's anything

in the whole world
that would shake this town up.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

[clamoring]

Clifford: Now,
the fourth attack,

came from atop the Parks
Trust Building

at approximately this angle,

striking down one
Wilbur C. Johnson.

No apparent connection with
victims one, two or three,

expect for one very
striking similarity...

Joe, you drive like my Aunt
Jessie backin' out of a garage.

Come on. We're gonna miss
the whole meeting.

If they'd wanted us at that
meeting, we'd have been invited.

Just an oversight,
I'm sure of that.

What's so important
about it anyway?

Anybody gets roped in
on that manhunt

will be on duty
for the rest of their lives.

Joe, I come to New York City to
get involved in important cases,

not cruisin' around Times Square

looking for some purse snatcher.

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

Woman on radio: Unit 411. 411?

[static]

411, go ahead.

Woman on radio: 187 just
occurred, 125th to New York.

We're supposed to be off duty
ten minutes ago.

Just tell 'em that we're headin'
back to headquarters.

411 on the way.

Joe, there's ten cars that
could've taken that call.

McCloud, you want to go party
crashing the chief's vigilantes,

you take a cab back
to headquarters.

Me, I prefer catching
purse snatchers

to catching it from Clifford.

[siren wailing]

Come on, please.
Watch the car.

Watch the car.

- You guys on the sniper squad?
- No.

- Why, what have you got?
- Could be another victim.

Joe, would you keep these people
back here?

- Who found him?
- I did.

Let me see your light.

I thought he was
just another drunk,

but I see the clothes,
and the look.

He's just a kid.

And I find these wound
marks on his neck.

He sure is pale, huh?

Must've lost a lot of blood.

No blood around,
that's the problem.

No blood anyplace
around here...

Harvey: Coming through, please.
Coming through.

Officer,
keeps these people back.

He must've been dragged
from someplace else.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Medical examiner.

And who are you?

I'm a police officer,
on special assignment.

There something special
about this case?

Well, there's awful unusual
wound here. Look at that.

I figured a small caliber
bullet. What's that sniper use?

Back it up, will you, please?
Give us a break.

Hey, officer.
Give me a hand, will you?

If this is the wound that killed
this young man,

I think we can safely
rule the sniper out.

Well, I wouldn't get
hasty about that.

Officer, I've examined several
of the sniper victims.

They've all had large
caliber wounds.

There's no blood around her,
you notice that?

This body must've dumped
by somebody else.

No, sir. The man died
right where you see him.

How do you figure that?

Red brick on his fingertips,
under his nails.

He clawed at that wall, probably
trying to pull himself up.

I never heard of anybody
with a hole in their jugular

that big that didn't do
a mite of bleeding.

Well, that is tradition,
but, ah...

Why don't we wait
until I finish my report, hmm?

As soon as we know somethin'.
It looks like a mugging.

- Well, what can you tell us?
- Wait here.

Somebody heard that beat cop say
somethin' about the sniper.

We got the press
comin' in from everywhere.

What's the preliminary?

The preliminary is that we have
a dead man on our hands.

That the wound
on his neck is almost

definitely not a gunshot wound.

That rules the sniper out.

Now, wait a minute.
Let's don't rule anything out

until we get this fella
down at the morgue.

I've known
a lot of bullet wounds

that would get lost
in a hairline.

Hey, come on, fellows.
We're on overtime already.

- Is it the sniper or not?
- Not.

- We don't know yet.
- Officer!

I am the medical examiner.

But you haven't examined
anything yet.

That's got nothing to do with--

Do you know exactly
what caused this man's death?

No, but...

Well, there you have it, fellas.

You can get our report
in the morning.

You can contact me.
That's Marshal McCloud.

That's in care of the sniper
squad, down at headquarters.

- That's it. Come on. Come on.
- Okay, thank you.

- What did you just do?
- Hm?

You just put us in the middle
of the sniper case.

This is not the work
of the sniper.

Uh, I know.
I've worked his cases.

You just used this call
to involve us in the sni--

Now, wait a minute, Joe.
Just hold on.

Don't go jumpin' to conclusions
until all the facts are in.

Now when I can pick up your
report to coroner's office

tomorrow, Mister--

Doctor. Dr. H. Pollick.

I'm afraid,
I can't give you a set time.

Well, that's alright.
I'll just keep in touch.

Officer!

Man on TV: I am Count Dracula.

You see before you a man
who has lived for centuries.

Kept alive by the blood
of innocent people.

That's why I had come to you.

Within this coffin
is a layer of soil

taken from my native country.

That earth makes this
my grave...

in which I must lie helpless

during the daylight hours.

Because a single ray of sunlight
falling on the vampire

would destroy him.

Yes, doctor.

Man on TV: How did you
get that in here?

[knocking on door]

- Who is it?
McCloud: It's me, Chris. Sam.

Sam.

Coming.

Ta-da.

Sorry for droppin' in
so late, but...

Shh.

McCloud: I should've called
before I came over I guess...

Chris: Shh.

Woman on TV: We'll be back
with the "Dracula Special"

on the "Late Night
Manhattan Film Festival"

following these announcements.

I'm sorry.
I was just doing some homework.

[chuckles]

You're really into some heavy
television there, Chris.

You-- you really like that
Dracula stuff, huh?

You should never talk
about the living dead.

Oh. Listen,
I-- I wouldn't do that. No.

[both chuckling]

Aren't you a Draculapheliac
like the rest of society?

- A what?
- You know, it's just mad.

I mean, a Dracula book
could just sell a ton.

I already have an advance
from my publisher.

Which reminds me...

You know, Chris. I don't want to
interrupt any heavy research

that you got going here.

You're not interrupting
anything.

I suppose it is, ah...

Dracula is a lot more
interesting that spending time

with a real live person.

- You're jealous of Dracula.
- No, I'm not jealous.

It's just that when a fellow
comes all the way across town

to see a nice lady, well...

needs a little attention.

So it's attention you want?

Woman on TV: Now we return
"Dracula Special"

on the "Late Night
Manhattan Film Festival."

[instrumental music]

Hm. Excuse me.

[groaning]

[indistinct TV chatter]

You got any blood to drink?

Um...

Something to drink,
in the refrigerator, Sam.

Any particular type?
A or O?

Oh, there's some milk
and beer,

and some white wine.

[scoffing]

Well, I guess,
maybe I'll just

drift on over
to a singles' bar and...

Man on TV: Ahh!

...pick me up someone nice
warm, willing...

New York lady.

Chris: You know where everything
is, just help yourself.

Sam: Goodnight, Chris.
Chris: Goodnight, Sam.

[door closes]

Goodnight?

Singles' bar?

Harvey...

I did that preliminary on that
John Doe for you.

- Hey, thanks, Benji.
- Oh, I don't know.

I didn't have to do much.

What killed that guy any way?

I don't know yet. Why?

I don't know. I've never seen
anything like it.

He didn't have any blood in him.

McCloud: Good mornin', Zelda.

Zelda: Good morning, marshal.

McCloud...

Wanna talk to you a minute.

I'm gonna hook up with that
sniper squad like you suggested.

No, you're not.

You're gonna follow up on that

victim you found
in the alley last night.

Well, chief, you know
how slow the wheels turn

down there at
the coroner's office.

It'll be hours before
they have that report ready.

Report's ready now.

Dr. Pollick seemed
particularly anxious

that you get down there
on the double.

- He want to see me?
- That's right.

Why're you surprised?

I thought you wanted to be in
on this one.

You mean, he said it might be
the sniper case after all?

You said last night
it might be the sniper,

he wouldn't say anything.

Why're you standing
around here talking

when you should be moving?

I'm moving, I'm moving.

[scoffing]

Some man of action.

I've seen shut-ins move faster
than he does.

Dr. Pollick: Uh, listen.
We have to talk.

- Please, sit.
- McCloud: Oh. Thank you.

Marshal,
I could be in real trouble.

Well, you know
if I'd found, anyway,

it'd put you in between
a rock and a hard place,

I-- I guess
I owe you an apology.

That man is not a sniper victim.

Well, I think we both know that.
It's just that, uh...

Well, I thought if I keep my
foot in the door, I...

I could do some jockeyin'
in my own department.

You see, I really want to
get on that sniper case.

- But that's impossible.
- No, no.

No, nothin's impossible
if you put your mind to it.

No. What I mean is,
you've already got a case.

What case is that?

Our case.

You mean, the John Doe?

He may not be a John Doe
for long.

Why? Have you got
some kind of an ID on him?

No, something more important.

The way he was killed.

Well, how was he killed?

[scoffs]

You're not gonna believe me.

Do you mind giving me a shot
at it? How was he killed?

Nobody's gonna believe me.

Would you just lay it out
on the table for me?

Marshal...

since, ah,
leaving medical school, I, ah...

I've had rather
checkered career.

I mean, things have
not gone smoothly for me.

My father was a famous doctor.

My grandfather
was a famous doctor.

My brother runs the biggest
hospital in California.

I mean,
as far as they're concerned,

I, I sew up stiffs.

Well, I want to tell you that

there's no job
that's unimportant.

But you were talking
about this John Doe.

Now, you gonna tell me
how he was killed?

See, if we don't handle this
with the utmost care,

we may both be
the the laughing stocks

of our respective professions.

Now, would you like that?

Well, I don't think
that I'd like it too much,

but I would like to know
how the man was killed.

His blood was sucked from his
neck through a small hole.

I said,
his blood was sucked from--

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I...

I heard what you said.

Do you understand what I said?

Yeah. Yeah.
You said that the, uh...

the blood was sucked out
of his neck

by some kind of an instrument,

by some kind of a...

Being.

[chuckling softly]

Well, doctor. I think we better
stick with the instrument.

You know, the Mafia, they're--
they're pretty sadistic.

They got ways of,
of doin' people in

if they got a mind to.

It wasn't a machine,
it was a being.

How do you know?

Because under the microscope
on the man's neck

I found teeth marks.

- Teeth marks?
- Right. Teeth marks.

[sighs] You know,
Dr. Pollick, ah...

everybody in law enforcement
is just overworked these days.

This sniper has just got us all
talkin' to ourselves.

Yeah, that's right.
Go ahead. Go ahead.

You're doing exactly what
everyone else is going to do.

You're assuming that I'm crazy
because the facts are crazy.

Marshal, I'm not crazy.

I'm a damn good pathologist

who just happened to turn up
an honest to God victim

of some kind of vampire.

Yeah, well, I-- I...

The department, it'll take care
of this vampire case

as soon as we
get rid of the sniper case.

So I'll tell you
what I'll do, ah...

You-- you get your report ready
and send it over to headquarters

and I'll see that Chief Clifford
gets it myself.

How's that?

You're not gonna help me,
are you?

Well, not until you've done
your homework. No.

Now, if those marks turn out
to be from teeth,

it's probably because
there's some, uh,

rabid dog loose in the city.

Have you run any test
for rabies?

Well, no.

Well, there you go.

Now, you make your tests.

And everything will
explain itself. No problem.

Harvey, there's some reporters.

Uh, they want to know
what you found out about

the John Doe in the alley.

Well, I don't have any report
right now.

Benji: But you've been on it
all night.

Harvey: There's no report!

Miss, I represent
the police department.

And I can answer
the questions here. Ah...

Marshal, what's the word?

Is it another sniper victim?

Doesn't appear to be, no.

Well, what's this
we picked up on the victim

not having any blood?

Well, there's a lot of rumors
floatin' around these days.

Well, this isn't a rumor,
marshal, this is a statement.

Well, lot of homicides
lose a little blood.

Then it is a homicide?

Well, a lot of suicides
lose a little too.

Oh, come on.
What's the double talk?

You want us to print
a blind story?

You'll wish
you'd leveled with us.

Man 1: Bloodless victims.
Come on now, what is it?

Gangland, street gangs?

Is there a fiend on the loose?

What happened to the kid?

Fellas, you'll know
just as soon

as I get the official
coroner's report.

- And that's a promise.
- Come on, fellas.

They want to play games.

We'll see who has the best
imagination.

Man 2: Yeah. Those jerks are
just wasting our time.

They're not talking.

Yeah, they're not gonna get
a story anyway.

I thought you said
you were gonna handle 'em.

Well, the only one's gonna
handle 'em is you.

Now, if you'll just get busy
and start your testing

and come up with logical
explanation

that we're looking for, well,
everything's gonna be fine.

Hang tough...

"Creature from space."

Well, one thing I have to give
you, McCloud, boring you ain't.

Well, chief, you can't call one
little column in the newspaper

is a disaster and you can't keep
these New York newsboys

from trying to find some way out
slant on a story.

I mean, they're only trying to
sell papers.

I mean, nobody said anything
about space men

or goblins, or ghouls.

What did you say?

Nothin'.
Some lab technician

just that the body had
no blood in it, that's all.

Oh... And that's when you
managed to put the evidence

in perspective
for the press, huh?

Okay, chief, it's your case.
You ride herd on it.

I can't see nothin' but ruts
and burrs on this one anyway.

Whoa there, big fella.
Hold it.

Where you headed?

Well, I came here to observe,

and I don't have any interest
in getting bogged down

in some kook case

that I'm gonna waste a lot of
time and energy in, it has

nothin' to do with the kind of
normal law enforcement work

that I'll be doin'
back in Taos, that's all.

Oh, I hate it
when he makes sense.

Just how did the press
happen to come up

with this vampire angle anyway?

Well, it's like McCloud said,
they want to sell papers.

Then, all the old ladies will
run out and buy it and...

I ran out and bought it.

Joe...

tell McCloud
he's back on the case.

- You're kidding?
- Brilliant is more like it.

Well, McCloud was right.
This is a kook story.

So, it should be handled
by another kook.

Yeah, but, chief,
the press will...

Never take McCloud seriously.

Better he should stand up
and make a fool of himself

tryin' to explain things
than me.

[chuckles]

Yeah. We handled this one
just right.

You know,
it may be the first time

I've ever handled McCloud
just right...

and I like the feeling.

The sniper made his last two
attacks on Second Avenue.

Now it's Brademan's theory
that if we cover a radius of

eight blocks with rifle teams

concealed on the rooftops,

we'll at least stand a chance of
being in a position to spot him.

Now those of you that have been
assigned night scopes,

check em' out now,
for tonight.

Get your gear together,
and get goin'.

Uh, Polk.
Polk, could I see you a minute?

McCloud, yeah sure. But make it
fast, will you? I'm on the run.

Look, I-- I'd kind of like
to be on this stampede with you.

It's, ah, it's a the kind of
thing I'm interested in

for back home in Taos.

I mean, ah...

Night binoculars
and these special

night scope rifles, and...

That's the kind of thing I came
to New York to learn about.

Yeah, well, I'm sure
you're right, McCloud,

but this team trained together
at the academy.

I don't think
I have the authority--

Hey... Look, Polk,
I'm not gonna get in your way.

You know that I know
my way around a rifle.

Alright, McCloud.
Why not?

But you'll have to
draw a night suit from supply

and be ready to move out
with us at sundown.

I'll get myself a black Stetson
just for the occasion.

Uh, McCloud,
I got an assignment for you.

I got an assignment.

Ah, this one comes
from the chief.

- You didn't find me, Joe.
- McCloud, I did find you.

I'm not gonna lie to my boss.

Well, who's asking you to lie?

Joe: What're you asking me
to do?

Now, come on, Joe.
I got a chance to tie up

with the sniper squad.

Maybe that's what the chief
had in mind for me?

What is it?

- Bats.
- Bats?

How do you do, McCloud?
My name is Count Dracula.

I heard, McCloud.
Sorry.

Well, just don't
count me out yet, Polk.

There's a lot of hours
before dark.

You and me is goin' to catch us
a sniper tonight.

Well, it sounds like you got to
catch some kind of a ghoul.

What was all that, anyway?

Uh, never mind.
Just leave a spot open for me.

I'll be there.
Vampires!

What's this city
goin' to dream up next?

[elevator bell dings]

- Hey, Chris.
- You snake in the grass.

Oh, look, I'm sorry
I ran out on you last night--

I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about this.

Yeah, well, I...
I really don't have time.

I'm in kind of a hurry.
I'll tell you about it tonight.

Tell me about it now.
I mean, you go a long way

to get even with a girl,
don't you?

I mean, I thought I could trust
you to keep your mouth shut.

Oh, now, just a minute, Chris.

Now, as far as anybody
is concerned,

we're just good friends,
that's all.

Don't give me your
snake oil pitch.

Now, do you mean to say
you did not feed this malarkey

to the papers to put me down.

To put you down?

For sending more time
with Dracula than you...

Now, you know the male ego
is the greatest liability

to progress since the fig leaf.

Uh, what is this?
I mean, first it's a sniper,

and then it's this crazy coroner

with his vampires,
and then, it's you.

I mean, is it a full moon
or something?

You mean to say
there's some coroner

who supports this Dracula stuff?

No comment.

Do you mean to say
this is not a joke?

Now, Chris, get that look
out of your eye.

This is official
police business.

Not anymore.

Sam, do you know
what this can do for my book?

This is official police
business, Chris. What're you...

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[instrumental music]

Woman on PA: Dr. Henry,
call the operator, please.

Dr. Henry, call the operator.

Sam, you might as well
slow down.

You're running out of corridor.

Got your report for you.

You know how you said if I stuck
to it, things would look better?

- Yeah.
- Well, they're lookin' worse.

- Who's she?
- Ah. She's a reporter.

A reporter!

Haven't you said enough
to them already?

I haven't said anything to 'em.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I am novelist.

Sometimes a newspaper writer,

never a reporter.

Now there's nothing that I can
possibly do to upset your case.

It won't be in print
for few months.

Now all I'm interested in is,
what is going on?

- What is going on?
- Nothing.

Nothing is going on, Chris.

- Nothing.
- Right. Nothing.

Well, then, what're you
holding behind your--

Chris, I know you.
You've got more sources

than the Mississippi.

Now, if you want to
find out somethin',

why don't you just go to them?

You're not gonna get anything
from Pollick and me.

- You understand? Nothing.
- Oh. Oh. Alright, fine.

And if it's war you want,
it's war you'll get.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Thanks, marshal.
I owe you one.

Well, I don't know. Sometimes
a wounded cat's the worst kind.

Now, what was so all fired
so important here?

Well, the teeth marks
on the victim's neck.

- Yeah.
- They're human.

See for yourself.
I duplicated the imprints.

You mean to tell me that

some human being
bit this poor fella

on the neck... while he was
dying or afterwards?

While he was dying.

The indentations
were on live tissue.

The indications of suction
are unmistakable.

Marshal, somebody sucked that
man's blood out of his body.

Excuse me.

[telephone ringing]

Polk.

McCloud: Ah,
this is McCloud here, Polk.

I just wanted to tell you that
I won't be able to make that

sniper squad detail tonight.

Ah... something has come up.

Well, sorry to hear about it,
McCloud. Maybe next time.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, good huntin', anyway.

Well, I want to tell you
somethin', young fella.

When I find out
where you've tripped up

you're gonna have a bull
on yours hands.

And I mean a mean bull.

[door opens]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[window clanking]

[music continues]

[switch clicks]

Larry?

[shrieking]

McCloud: Well,
what's it all add up to?

I mean, when you leave out
all the hocus-pocus,

it just adds up to another
homicide, plain and simple.

You call a man drained of blood
a simple homicide?

Well, it could've
happened a lot of ways

that we ain't even
thought of yet.

What about this, ah...

this hit on the head
that you got marked down here?

Wasn't sufficient
to prove fatal.

Probably knocked him out.

Made the rest of whatever
happened easy for the fiend.

Now, there you go,
usin' that word again.

Well, what word
would you prefer?

Well, the facts aren't all in,
and until they are,

just keep the lid on those
wild hunches of yours.

[telephone ringing]

Pollick.

Why me?
I've been on duty since...

Yes, sir.

What is it?

[sighs] The lid's off.

[dramatic music]

Officer, would you clear these
people outta here, please?

- Says who?
- Says him.

He's the official
medical examiner.

That's right.
I want everyone out.

Uh, wh-- what happened to her?
She's pale as a ghost.

Well, give me a chance
to look at her, huh?

I don't work out of my overcoat.

Hey, ah, marshal...

That story we released
this morning.

Ah, you know,
it was just a joke.

You know, t-- to sell
some papers. You know?

Right. Right.

You found out anything?

You know who, uh,
who reported the homicide?

Uh, her boyfriend, uh, Newland.
Larry Newland.

Suppose he could had anything
to do with it?

No, ah... what happened to her
ain't human.

Now I've covered the freaks
the city for 20 years,

and I've never seen
anything like that.

- Clear the area, will you?
- You heard him.

- Alright. Alright.
Man 3: Okay. Okay.

Let's go. Come on.
Out in the hallway.

Come on.
We got work to do in here.

Dr. Pollick:
Everything's the same.

Blow on the head...

marks on the neck.

What now?

I'll run all your tests
for you...

do all the numbers,
but I don't see

where it's going to get us.

Marshal...

[sighs] With all due respect,

we've got more on our hands
that a routine homicide.

What we're looking for
is a human vampire.

[sighs]

Come in.

[door opens]

- If it can keep till tomorrow.
- It can't, chief.

Fire away, but make it fast. We
have guests coming for dinner.

Yeah, well, it's about that
homicide last night.

And another one
that I just came off of.

It seems like
that they're related.

Not the sniper.

The coroner
established that, right?

That's right. We know for a fact
that it's not the sniper.

Good.
Anything drives me batty,

it's a random
indiscriminate homicide.

Anything to go on?

Yes, sir.
There's one thing here.

What is it?

Well, we pretty much know
who or what we're lookin' for.

What we're looking for?

Well, chief, ah... [chuckles]

It's not an easy thing
to put into words.

You got ten seconds, McCloud.

I'm leaving and nothing's
going to stop me.

We're looking
for a human vampire.

[scoffs]

But it wasn't my idea,
it was the coroner's.

Well, naturally,
you don't agree with him?

Well, considering
the evidence here,

it's pretty hard not to.

Well, medically speaking,

it's not without precedent,
Chief Clifford.

There was a case in Pennsylvania
some ten years ago.

A deranged mine worker became
convinced he was a vampire bat

and killed three fellow workers
and a foreman.

The psychiatrists
and the doctors involved

attributed his rather sudden
madness to the dark cave

like mines where he'd
spent his life working,

which were in fact
often inhabited by bats.

And to a rather advanced
brain tumor they discovered

after his death.

And that's what you think it is.

Some sort of, uh, deranged nut
who thinks he's a vampire.

Of course,
it's the only explanation.

[chuckling]
I mean, after all,

there's no such thing
as real vampires.

In the sense we know them from
literature and motion pictures.

Of course not.

Well, thank you, doctor.
And thank you for your time.

Oh. Uh, I'd like to be able to
call on you from time to time

as our investigation proceeds.

Yes, of course.
Any time.

Don't worry,
it's still your case.

The chief just wanted
reassurance that your report

wasn't the work of some
crank in our department.

- I'm not worried about that.
- Then what is it?

You just told him there were
no such things as vampires.

There aren't.

Certainly not recognized
as such by modern medicine.

What about not so
modern medicine?

We have books filled with--
with herbs and medicines

that heal as well as our
modern wonder drugs,

and we still don't understand
how they work.

Now these same books
speak of the living dead...

Vampires.

We've got a romantic
in the department.

We are talking about murder.

Look...

an ambitious young doctor
in the coroner's office

would be well advised

to avoid worrying
about the living dead

and concentrate
on the dead, dead.

I guess you don't believe
in virtuous of ancient medicine.

Pollick! Working in the morgue,

I'm not at all sure

I even believe in values
of modern medicine.

[chuckling]

Look, you go home,

and go to bed.

Get some rest.

I've got to be here late.

I've got a date
on the links at 8:00.

Goodnight, Pollick.

Bye.

Say, what about this Pollick?
He alright?

I mean, he's got a full deck?

Well, there's a nut runnin'
around loose somewhere.

But it ain't Pollick.

You know, McCloud,
I never thought I'd say it

that a case was all yours,

but I got every good man
in the department

tryin' to trail down
that sniper.

You know, he's got the whole
town in an uproar.

Theatres and restaurants
are screaming.

Well, they're not gonna be
too happy when they

hear about this
vampire either.

Alright. I'll take Broadhurst
off the anti-street crime squad.

- You can have him.
- Appreciate it, chief.

Two lousy minutes earlier,

I'd have had
a wonderful evening.

Got an important case
for us, Joe.

What? The sniper?

It's a little bit more
unique than that.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello.
- Chris.

Oh, yeah. Hi.

Sam, I was just on my way out.

At this time of night?

Well, it's appointments
you can only make at night.

It's with Dracula.

Are you tryin' to be funny?

No, I'm sorry.
No, I'm-- I'm...

I know it's not funny,
I just picked up a paper.

That's why I'm going to meet
with Loren Belasco.

The actor?

Well, yeah. He's also
the greatest authority

on the Dracula phenomenon.

He's in all the late show movies
you've seen on TV.

Well, what's he got to do
with anything?

I'm hoping that it'll help me
solve the murder.

Watch Tom Snyder
on "The Tomorrow Show."

- You'll find out.
- What time?

1 o'clock, tonight.
Oh, I've got to go, Sam.

I... I've got two homicides
to solve.

But Chris... Chris, I want...

Chris!

Think she's lost her doogies.

McCloud, no double talking.

What case?

[chuckling softly]

Well... [clearing throat]

You're... you're not gonna
believe this, Joe.

Why?

Well, I guess there's only one
way to put it,

we're looking for a
human vampire.

Tom: Good morning, everybody.
There is a story breaking

here in the New York City area
early this morning

which many of you
around the country

may not yet be aware.

It involves a case of homicide.

A murder which dramatically
affects the contents

of our program this morning.

Our two guests were scheduled
some weeks ago

in answer to your letters
and in response to your interest

in the so called
"monster craze."

Ah, we invited tonight's guest
to coincide with an event

that's currently running on a
local television channel here,

it's called "Dracula Week."

And the appearance of
one of our guests

on the program this morning

has made all the more macabre

because there is apparently
on the loose

here in New York City,

what appears to be
an honest to God vampire.

So here to tell us whether
this is one of his relatives

or perhaps an interloper
here to challenge his

territorial imperative,
or his turf,

ladies and gentleman,
"The Tomorrow Program"

is pleased to present
for the first time

on American television, live,
in person, Count Dracula.

- Good morning, Count.
- Good morning, Tom.

You're looking very well.

I'm not sure I like the way
you're looking at me

when you say that
I'm looking well,

but I do appreciate your taking
time from what must be

the middle of your day
to be with us this morning.

Yes, I have several delicious
stops to make before morning.

The first rays of dawn,
I trust you mean.

Even in jest, I take a dim view
of daylight.

Ladies and gentlemen,
joining us

is the world's famous actor
Mr. Loren Belasco.

Loren, it is indeed a pleasure
to have you with us on the show.

My privilege.

You've created
memorable characters

and many of them over your
long and distinguished career.

You've played everything
from Shakespeare to Dracula...

but doesn't it bother you
just a slightest bit knowing

that a whole generation
of people are now growing up

watches you playing
the character of Dracula

which we'll have to admit is

one of your least
demanding role, sir.

Why do you refer to it
as a role, Tom?

After all,
I am a direct descendent

of the Baron Exiton Von Dracula
of Transylvania.

Wouldn't you say that a man
who denies his heritage

would be doomed
to everlasting damnation?

Wouldn't I say it, why, Loren,
I say it here night after night.

Right, guys,
you've heard me say it...

Man 4: Right, Tom.
Whatever you say.

Loren and ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to have another guest

join our program now,
she's a fine author

and her most recent book
was sensational,

the book on
the beauty queen murders

which rocked the nearby
community here,

and would you all please welcome
Miss Christopher Coughlin.

Your hand is very warm.

Easy, now, Count, there'd be
no snacks here on the air.

We'll have something sent in
if you're hungry. Please.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

Chris, a late edition to the
papers on the streets tonight

is referring
to a pair of homicides

that they're calling
the Dracula murders.

Uh, you're already
into that case,

you're preparing a book on it,
as a matter of fact.

Now, leaving free enterprise
aside for the moment,

isn't that a little bit callous?

I mean, even Truman Capote
waits until the jury is in

and the trial is over before
he sends the galleys to print.

Well, Truman is more
of an historian.

But with my journalist
background

I like to jump in with both feet

and help to gather the facts.

In this case, possibly,
prevent a third murder.

A commendable challenge.

Tom: What do you have to go on
so far, Chris?

Now presuming that we will not
say or do anything here

that could aid
or abet the killer,

whoever or whatever.

What are you going on?

Well, I think that you,
Mr. Belasco,

may be the key to solving
these hideous crimes.

I believe that what we're for
is an expert

on the Dracula legend, a fan.

Apparently, you are the
definitive authority on Dracula.

I've always made a practice
to research thoroughly

and to live with a part
before playing it.

You do correspondence with
hundreds of Dracula enthusiasts.

Thousands.

Well, I'm hoping
that a thorough examination

of that correspondence would
turn up the demented mentality

that's been terrifying
this city.

I, uh, take exception to the use
of the word "demented,"

as it applies to the host of
Dracula enthusiasts.

I think you'll find
they're very ordinary people...

such as you and I.

But one of them
might be a killer.

What makes you so certain
that this maniac

has the first notion
about the Dracula legend?

The methodology of both crimes

surely suggests some exposure
to the legend.

But almost anybody over the age
of seven years in this country

has already had that exposure,
good heavens,

Loren's Dracula movies
are on the tube night and day.

You can't miss 'em.

And then there's the matter
of the eyewitness.

- Eyewitness?
- Shh.

America is waiting.

A gentleman, whose name
I will not mention

for security reasons,
saw a lone man

jumping from the bottom rung
of the fire escape

outside the apartment building
where the girl was murdered

earlier this evening.

And?

And he was wearing a black cape,

black hat and carrying a cane.

Well, think about that

before the turn off the lights
tonight, folks.

I think you'd agree that
we certainly

got our money's worth here
this morning.

I'll be back to tell you
about Monday's programs

right after these announcements.

- Well?
- Hm.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter?"
[sighs]

Chris, you just went on
national television

to grandstand, that's all.

Now, we've got a killer lose,
we got no leads,

and you claim to be
holding back evidence.

I offered to cooperate,
I was turned down

rather bluntly
if you'll recall.

No, no, you were refused access

to confidential documents,
that's all.

From a journalist's viewpoint,
there is no such thing.

Well, there's another thing

where we don't seem to see
eye to eye.

Well, there are lot of things
we don't see eye to eye.

Well, never mind us.

I wanna know all you know
about this case.

Sorry.

Chris, you're going to give me
your sources on this.

And I wanna know
who your eyewitness is.

Journalist's privilege,
I will not reveal my sources.

Chris, I'm gonna ask you
one more time,

and this time,
you'd better start thinking

about this killer's next victim

instead of your ego

and your lousy book.

- Really?
- Really!

You think you're
such a hot shot lawman.

You go find the witness
yourself.

I'm not gonna be responsible
for getting him killed.

What do you mean killed?

I mean that if I tell you
who my eyewitness is,

by tomorrow night he could be
the killer's next victim.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm gonna keep the name
confidential.

You think I'm gonna go
blabbing it

to some newspapers?

You do have a reputation

for getting your mouth
and your six gun mixed up.

Now, what do you mean by that?

By shooting it off
to the press.

- Really?
- Really.

Okay. Okay.

[thunderclap]

Sam, where are you going?

It's pouring outside.

You're not the only one
that can team up with Dracula.

You think you're gonna get
hold of his records

after I get through tie 'em up
in red tape, ha,

you're gonna need a bulldozer
to get through to 'em.

[thunderclap]

[knocking on door]

Name is McCloud. I'm looking
for the Loren Belasco residence.

- The hour is late.
- Well, I appreciate that.

- But I called ahead.
Loren: It's alright, Morris.

This man is a policeman.

Take those wet clothes, Morris.

See if you can dry them out.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

It's just my old sheepskin here,

it's been through a lot worse
than that.

Just stand it up anywhere.

You know, I had a devil
of a time finding this place

with no lights on.

What, the storm knock 'em out?

Yes... the storm.

Come stand by the fire
where it's warm.

Thank you. You... you really
got yourself a spread here.

Old... very old. Like me.

About your mission, marshal.

Well, I think that
Chris Coughlin is right.

I think that your records
hold the key

to what we're lookin' for.

I'd like to run 'em
through a computer tonight.

- There is a problem.
- Oh? What's that?

I gave my word to Miss Coughlin.

I promised the records to her.

Well, I can appreciate that,
Mr. Belasco,

but I tell you, I think
that lady is more interested

in feathering her own nest
than anything else,

you know what I mean.

I'm interested in savin' lives
and findin' the murderer.

I'd have to think about it.

See to it that her interests
were protected.

You see, marshal,
in my family,

the word of a gentleman
is sacred.

Well, I admire that, but I'm
talkin' about human beings,

I'm talkin' about
life and death.

Yes, of course.
Life and death.

Cold, very cold.

[fire crackling]

Well, I wouldn't stand too close
to that fire there,

that's hot enough to barbeque
a four-ton steer.

The chill on a night like this

penetrates back
a thousand years.

Morris: Yes, sir.

Loren: More wood on the fire,
Morris.

Sir, we're running low on...

Yes, sir.

Marshal, even if I decided
to cooperate,

my records are downtown.

A small space I reserve
to handle my correspondence.

You'd have to wait
until the morning

for me to make the arrangements.

Well, time is important,
Mr. Belasco.

It's very important.

But if that's the best
you can do,

that's the best that you can do.

[thunderclap]

McCloud: Anything new
on my case, Grover?

Grover: Yeah,
an ID on the John Doe.

Name's Joseph Frank,
works for a collection agency.

One of those high powered
outfits that lean all over you

for a ten buck debt.

Is that legal?

Just barely.

They lie,
they claim their attorneys,

police, just about anything
to harass a housewife

or some straight
off the street guy

into paying delinquent debts.

It could be nasty.

Well, you mean the guy
could have enemies

is what you're sayin'?

Murder over a ten dollar debt?

Well, this is a psycho case,
Grover.

Anything new on the girl?

The dead girl
has no apparent connection

to the other victim.

She, uh, she's a student,
no job.

Her boyfriend says she was
making some deliveries for him.

He holds down a part-time job

at one of the big
Manhattan pharmacy.

Did she make any deliveries
last night?

Yeah, but Larry Newland,
her boyfriend,

refuses to give us the names.

So, we're holding him.

He wasn't supposed to, uh,

to be jobbing out deliveries
to his friend.

He's bonded in case
any of those drugs

get into the wrong hands.

Well, the first thing
we got to do is find out

the names on that delivery list.

Did you try the druggist?

Well, the drugstore
is not open yet.

But we're tracking down
the pharmacist.

You know the kid refuse
to give me those names,

I did everything
but pull my gun on him.

I feel kind of sorry for him,

now he lost his girlfriend
and all...

Joe, you're a cop,
you're not a social worker.

Get tough, we got a killer
on our hands.

You sound more like Clifford
everyday, you know?

That a fact, Joe?

I like the sound of
your investigation, McCloud.

Even better,
I like what I haven't read

in the newspapers.

I'm subpoenaing
Dracula's records.

I don't wanna hear about it.

I understand that the sniper

got another one last night.

Yeah. The guy's a dead shot
in any weather.

I'm surprised he could see
Fourth Avenue,

let alone hit anybody.

You know, chief,
have you thought

of the possibility that
the sniper might...

McCloud, the sniper case
is in good hands. Mine.

You use yours to catch
the vampire, then we'll talk.

[instrumental music]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Mr. Belasco is supposed

to have left a message for me.

Marshal McCloud.

He's not in,
and I know of no message.

I don't suppose you know
the address of his office

downtown either.

You'd have to discuss that
with Mr. Belasco.

When will he be back?

Not before dark,
I'm quite sure.

Well, you tell Mr. Belasco

that I'm gonna be campin'
on his doorstep

and he'd better have
those records ready.

Goodbye.

[dramatic music]

Sam, what do you want me to do?

I want you to get the records,
that's all we have.

And the way you got
this Belasco hog tied,

I can't even find out
where his office is.

Well, they're closed down.
I, I went by this morning.

What do you mean, "They're
closed down?" They're vacant?

Well, he hasn't moved yet,
but he didn't renew his lease.

The manager is storing
his things for him.

- What about the files?
- Gone.

The manager showed me
where they were supposed to be.

They weren't there.

Well, Chris, why weren't you
banging on my door?

It's obvious the guy is playin'
both ends against the middle.

I guess you're right,
he gave me a long speech

about his word being sacred.

Sam, I got my publisher
to advance him $2,500.

I had to fight
to keep those files exclusive.

Yeah, well,
they're exclusive, alright.

But they're not gonna be
for long.

We'll keep you posted,
Pollick.

Thanks.

Three victims in three nights
despite the record cold,

rain, and armed SWAT teams
combing the city.

Uh-uh, we've got to stop him
tonight.

One point has come through.

The killer we're looking for
is using weapons

that was standardized
in Vietnam.

His accuracy under
the worst kinds of visibility

suggest that he's using
equipment

that's up to date as ours.

In other words, an ex-GI

who grabbed off a night scope

before he checked out
of Vietnam.

Now, that could explain how
he's seen the SWAT teams comin'.

He's been watchin' us
get out on stakeouts

as though we were workin'
in broad daylight.

Exactly. So that calls
for a change in strategy.

No, we don't wait until night
to deploy, we'll do it now

in broad daylight.

It's reasonable to assume that

our killer gets into position

at the last possible minute.

Well, we're gonna be waitin'
for him on stakeout

with our night scopes,
and ready.

Anybody got any questions?

Let's go.

We're here to see Belasco.

As I've mentioned, Mr. Belasco
will not be here until later.

- We'll wait.
- I'm afraid I can't allow it.

I got a subpoena here that says
we got a right to those records.

Come on, Chris.

I'm afraid you're making
a grave mistake.

Cheery place, isn't it?

I've been here at night,
I don't know why I thought

it'd be any different
at daytime.

You know, Chris,
we can wait for Belasco,

or we can start looking
for those records ourselves.

What do you say?

Wait, it's awfully spooky.

Just an old house.
We need those records.

Morris: They are not here.

Am I supposed
to take your word for it?

You know, your boss said
he'd had me here by noon.

It's 6 o'clock.
It's almost sundown.

Yes, I know.

Well, then, by the authority
of this piece of paper...

Let's go.

We'll have a look around.
Come on.

We'd better split up
or we'll be here all night.

- Chris.
- You still don't trust me.

Now, what am I gonna do,
if I find the files,

I'm gonna hide them.

I gave you my word.

Call me if you find anything.

[eerie music]

[ominous music]

Sam!

- Find anything?
- No, but...

Well, me neither.

This place has got more room

than a porcupine at a love-in.

Now, this is gonna sound strange
to you,

but I have not been
able to find any mirrors

on the premises.

Chris, we're not looking
for mirrors,

we're looking for records.

I know that.

But according
to the Dracula legend...

Will you stop
with that legend stuff?

Have you ever seen Belasco
in the daytime?

[telephone ringing]

Chris.

Sam, I know this is gonna
sound ridiculous, but...

Morris: Excuse me, sir.

There's a phone call for you.

McCloud: For me? Uh...

I've been around dead cats

that make more noise
than he does.

We've got to talk, Sam.

Later. This maybe important.

[dramatic music]

Hello.

Joe: McCloud, I think
you'd better get back here.

- What's up, Joe?
- I don't know.

That young Medical Examiner
is on his way over here.

And he says it's vital for you
to be in here.

Well, it's vital for me
to be here.

I'm looking for records.

Joe: McCloud,
he said to tell you

it's not a sniper this time.

This time?

Uh...

Uh, okay, Joe, uh,
I'll be right over.

- Chris!
Chris: In here, Sam.

- Chris.
- Fantastic.

- You find the files?
- No.

But look at all these old props.

I mean, Dracula's teeth
and the werewolf's hand.

Uh, Chris, that was Joe
on the telephone.

Something's come up. I gotta
get back at headquarters.

I'll-- I'll take you home
on the way.

I'll wait here.
I mean, just look at this.

- Just too fabulous.
- Chris...

My daddy said that when you
take a lady out,

you make sure she gets home
safely, so come on, let's go.

Your daddy didn't know me.
I'm a big girl.

I can take care of myself.
I'll take a taxi.

- Chris...
- The files are too important.

One of us should be here
when Belasco gets back.

You know I once knew
a Missouri mule

that I could talk to easier.

McCloud: Joe, what do you got?

Joe: I don't know, he wouldn't
talk until you got here.

- I'm here. So what do you got?
- A third victim.

When? This afternoon?

No, I haven't established
the exact time of death,

but at least four days ago.

A young man apparently working
for Con Edison.

He was found floating
in the river,

still in his working clothes.

Con Edison, collection agency,
delivery girl.

There's gotta be some
connection here someplace.

What about the delivery route
on that girl?

Uh, Grover's getting it
from the pharmacy.

You sure he worked for
Con Edison?

Well, it shouldn't be too hard
to find out

where they had him working last.

[eerie music]

[ominous music]

Grover: I got the pharmacy
delivery list.

Grover, let me see it.

You guys are gonna
have to figure out

what it means,
I'm on the stakeout tonight.

McCloud: Belasco?
Loren Belasco?

Some kind of medication
for a liver disease.

Joe, you don't have Belasco
on that list, do you?

Yeah, there he is. Belasco.

Joe: Yeah, seems the kid
was in charge

of shutting down electrical
service that day and...

- Joe, Chris is at his house.
- Belasco's?

Yeah, the only name
that's on both list.

- She's at his house.
- You left her there?

Well, it wasn't my idea.
She wanted to find the murderer.

I know what you're thinkin'.

And don't say it. Let's go.

[eerie music]

[door creaking]

[door creaking]

[screams]

[siren blaring]

[Chris panting]

Really, Miss Coughlin.

I'd have thought
you'd have been more amused.

It is amusing.

There is, of course,
a logical explanation.

I was just going over
the possibilities.

Obviously, I expected you

and managed
this little surprise.

That's what you're thinking,
isn't it?

Of course.

[siren blaring]

About your files.

Yes, you wished
to purchase them?

The lady and the policeman
came to take them...

when you were away.

To take them,
without paying for them?

- I had no choice.
- We had an agreement!

But I had no control
over the Police Department,

they, they had a court order.

Where is this policeman, now?

He had to leave.

He had an important call
about this case.

Go, Morris,
they never let me rest.

Make arrangements for travel,
we'll be leaving here.

I really must be going too,
Mr. Belasco.

No, Miss Coughlin.

I am going to give you
immortality.

Hold it, Morris.

- Where is he?
- There's no one here.

[Chris screams]

- Hold him, Joe.
- You must not go upstairs.

You keep your hands
on that railing, buddy.

[intense music]

I don't believe any of this.

Morris.

Morris.

McCloud: Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Who's in there?

Open it up!

- Hold it.
- Throw the gun away.

I said, throw the gun away

or I'll drop her to her death.

Wait a minute.

Why are you doing this, Belasco?

You're throwing away
a lot of years.

How many years?
Fifty? A hundred?

Five hundred?
How many policemen?

How many torchbearers
in the night

seeking after the soul
of Dracula?

They're the blood suckers,
not I.

You're an old man,
you'll never get away with this.

Put her down.

[intense music]

Chris. Chris.

Sam. Sam, it's him.
He's mad.

You've gotta get him.
Please.

[intense music]

Give it up, Belasco,
you got no place to go.

You're wrong, policeman,
I have a thousand years

head start on you.

Grover, you there yet?

Right here, chief.
But nothing's going on.

Maybe our sniper
decided to try his luck

in another part of town.

So far, he's made
a steady advance up Fourth

just like a military operation.

I'm going with the theory
that we've got a psycho ex-GI

on our hands.

[intense music]

[gunshot]

This is Grover, chief.

We've got action of some kind
on the Spencer Building.

Polk, get over there,
on the double.

Spencer Building.
Right.

[breathing heavily]

Well, if that don't beat all...

[gun clatters]

Grover, you see anything more?

I've got vents blocking
my field of view,

but there's definitely
something going on.

Joe: Chief.
Clifford: That you, Broadhurst?

Joe: Yeah, I'm near
the Spencer Building, chief,

be there in two minutes.

Clifford: I thought you were
workin' with McCloud.

Where is he?

Joe: It'd be better
if I didn't explain it

on the radio.

Alright, you'll meet Polk
at the Spencer Building.

Joe: Right, 10-4.

No more movement, chief.

If they let him slip through...

Grover, I'm taking charge
of the search.

Come on, you folks.

[intense music]

Police!

Handcuffs.

[siren blaring]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

I'm Marshal McCloud.
That man is a murder suspect.

Cut him off at the other end
of the bridge.

[intense music]

Clifford: Broadhurst.
- Out here, chief.

That him?

It is if this is his rifle.

Looks like
a pretty special item.

Well... nice work, both of you.

That's the way we found him,
chief. In cuffs.

In cuffs?

Well, if you didn't collar him,
who did?

Joe: I can't figure it out.

I can't figure out either.

Where'd this come from?

[intense music]

Hey, cowboy!
Who does he think he is?

Batman?

Dracula.

Hey, Belasco! Give it up!
You can't go any farther!

You're an old man, Belasco.
You can't handle this.

Just hang on, I'll get a rope,
get you down from there.

Not necessary, policeman.

You forget. I can fly.

For him,
I'm risking my neck?

- I, I got four kids.
- Go on back down.

Get a rescue squad over here
as quick as you can.

I'll try and keep him anchored.

You sure he's worth it?

Okay, okay, I'm going.

[intense music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Immediate, 43-11. Rescue 8.

Third Street bridge.

[intense music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

No closer, McCloud.
Stop there.

Alright. Alright.

If you'll just listen to me.

You know you've got things
confused with your films.

This is no role
that you're playin' now.

Was it a role...
or a convenient facade

for the prince of the undead?

Yeah, well, whatever you say.

You mistake, policeman.

We, creatures of the night,
sense rather than see.

We'll fly together to eternity.

McCloud: Step back!

[siren blaring at distance]

The cape's all we could find.

- That's it?
- That's it.

- You mind keepin' on lookin'?
- Not at all, we'll do it.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Chief.

McCloud, that young fellow
you hogtied for us?

- Yeah.
- He's quite a killer.

Seems he washed out of boot camp

because he couldn't
make it as a man.

Apparently, they beat him
to a pulp

on half a dozen
different occasions,

and when he couldn't
take it any more,

they shipped him home,
said he was a mama's boy.

What's gonna happen to the boy?

Well, I suppose the same thing

that happens to
all the broken people.

We'll sweep him away.

Alright, what've we got here
so far?

Well, that cape there,
that's about it, chief.

Patrol boat picked it up,
but I told them to keep lookin'.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Chris! You alright?

[whimpers]

Broadhurst,
what about that butler?

He wasn't there.

And neither was the coffin.

Well, the coffin had to be there
someplace.

Clifford: Of course, it is.

Why would anybody run off
with a coffin?

Well, according to the legend...

Never mind about legends.

We have a pretty good idea
of what happened here.

I'd be interested in hearing
your interpretation.

It shouldn't come as
any surprise to you.

Didn't your boss tell me
about two previous cases

where lunatics thought
they were vampires

and actually attacked
human beings?

It's in the medical books
with all the side effects.

Like acquired Hemochromatosis
or...

Whatever. Anyway, Belasco went
all the way with his delusion.

He had all the props
from his glory days as Dracula,

so when he got old
and started to flip out,

he tried to relive that part
up to and including,

sleeping in a coffin. Ha!

Alright. Anybody got
a better explanation?

[instrumental music]

- That's it. Case closed.
Grover: Hey, chief.

What is it, Grover?

Sorry, chief,
we've come up empty.

The men are getting
pretty chewed up down there.

Always been a flock of parasites
down in that marsh.

What down there? Mosquitoes?

Bats.

Sam, did he say
what I think he say?

Clifford: Don't answer that.

Hey, chief.

What is it?

Look.

[theme music]