All language subtitles for The Vampire.en

Dr. Campbell?

Dr. Campbell?

Dr. Campbell?

Hey, Dr. Campbell?

Are you sick or something?

Doc--
Doc--

Get Dr. B--
Beecher.

Oh.

Yes, sir.

Don't you worry,
I'll get him right away.

Hi, Tommy.

Matt Campbell's sick.
He sent me for your dad.

Carol, tell daddy
Matt Campbell's sick.

- What's the trouble?
- I don't know, Ma'am.

He's just lying there
awful sick.

He asked me
to get Doc Beecher.

I'll tell him.

You'd better go on home, Tommy.

- But, Ma'am...
- The doctor will go right over.

- Doctor...
- Just remember that.

Well, you try not to worry
about things, Carrie.

What?
Speak louder, young man.

I said, try not worry,

and take these pills
three times a day.

Before meals?

Well, after meals.

Thank you, Doctor.

Yes, Carol?

Matt Campbell's
had another attack.

- Oh.
- Who?

Who's sick?

Matt Campbell.

Oh, him, him sitting up
in that big house all day,

doing the-Lord-only-knows-what
to those poor animals.

And just to be
on the safe side, Carol,

-you better call an ambulance.
- Yes, Doctor.

And good-bye, Carrie,
and don't forget those pills.

What?

What did he say?

He said to take the pills.

Oh.

[Music playing]

- Matt?
- [Moans]

Hey, Matt,
what's wrong this time?

Here we go.

Let's get you over
to the couch, huh?

Here we go.

Attaboy.

Easy, now.

There we go, Matt.

Okay-

Paul, what time?

Tell me.

I got to know what time.

It's a little after 6:00, Matt.

They've got to know
what I've done,

but nobody will.

I'm-- I'm dying now.

Well, you're not dying, Matt.

You'll be fine.

All these years,

all these years
of experimenting,

I have got the answer now,
Paul.

It's-- It's, it's,
it's right here.

Take it.

It's-- It's the--
the...

pills.

[Music playing]

GEORGE:
Hey, how about that? 360!

Can this boy play darts or not?

This just doesn't seem
to be your day.

I can't seem to get warmed up.

I've done a lot better.

Hiya, Doc.

Hiya, Buck, George.

Hmm, brought you the
medical report on Matt Campbell.

Good. Thanks, Doc.

It was a simple coronary.

His heart had been pretty bad
for years now.

Yeah. Poor guy didn't have
any relatives.

I know.

So, I called
the University of Bigelow,

talked to a Dr. Beaumont, he's
bringing someone up tomorrow

to take over.

Beaumont?

Will Beaumont?

You know him?

Well, we went
to school together.

No kidding.

Well, he's head of the
psychology department now.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. He seemed pretty upset
over Campbell's death.

What's going on
in that lab, anyhow?

I don't really know, Buck.
The man never talked much.

I think he was doing
some research

about primitive instincts,

regressing the brain
or something.

- I don't know.
- Wow.

Well, I got a lot
of house calls to make,

- I may not...
- Say, Doc, say hello

to old Mrs. What's-her-name,
for me, will ya?

- Who?
- You know, your nurse.

Well, got a new girl now.

Yeah?

I don't think
she's quite your type,

fat, bifocals, buck teeth.

But she's a good, hard worker.

BUCK: Doc,
I'll remember not to get sick.

[Music playing]

[indistinct]

- Hi, Daddy.
- Oh, hi, Marion.

- Hello, Doctor.
- I'll be with you in a minute.

Oh, what have you been up to
all day, huh?

Practicing.
I'm always practicing something.

Yeah. I guess you are.

I wish you'd get those teachers
to pay their bills with money.

Oh, they'll pay me
when they can.

[Groaning]

Here, let me help you, Daddy.

Oh, thank you, darling.
Let me get my pencil.

Yeah.

DR. BEECHER:
What's the matter with Marion?

She said she felt dizzy all day.

I know just what she means.

What's wrong?

Just another one
of my headaches.

But... do you think
you could hold her off

for a few minutes?

Of course.

I'm sorry you feel so awful.

Oh, I'm gonna be all right,
honey.

Would you get me
my migraine pills?

They're in my coat there.

Oh, sure.

Right-hand pocket.

How are you coming
with your dancing?

Okay-

Except I can't figure out
whether I wanna be

a concert pianist
or a prima ballerina.

Well, why don't you settle
for being a cook, right now?

Oh, I haven't had time
for any dinner.

Okay, but just because it's you.

Thank you, darling.

Tell Marion to come on in here.

BETSY: Oh, sure.

My dad says you can come in now.

Sit down, Marion.

Oh, what seems
to be the trouble?

Well, I don't know exactly.

I think maybe it's my heart
murmur acting up again.

Marion, I'd like
to ask you something.

Did you hear anything
about Matt Campbell?

Yes, I did.

Well, maybe that sort
of frightened you, huh?

Hmm? I don't know.

Look, Doctor, I live alone,
and sometimes I get scared

something's going
to happen to me.

My heart being the way it is.

Oh, now, Marion.

MARION:
My folks are worried sick.

I tell them not to worry,
but they do.

I tell them,
I've got a good job and all,

but they just don't like me
to live away from the farm.

Excuse me, Marion.

Don't you feel well,
Dr. Beecher?

Oh, just a little tired,
I guess.

I'm afraid you will have
to excuse me, Marion.

Do you suppose you can come back
tomorrow morning,

first thing?

I would like to do another
electrocardiogram on you.

- Oh, sure, Doctor.
- Oh, thank you.

Gee, I'm sorry
you don't feel well.

Oh, I'll be all right. I'll see
you in the morning, now.

Sorry.

The doctor
doesn't feel very well.

I'm going to come back tomorrow,
first thing.

- All right.
- Good night.

Good night.

Can I get you something?

No, no, no.

Oh, I'll be all right.

I think I'm gonna lie down
for a while.

[Sighs]

You mind tell Betsy
she can forget about dinner?

All right.

I'm not hungry.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

[Music playing]

[Birds chirping]

[Doorbell rings]

Nobody home.

- What?
- I guess nobody's home.

Oh, uh, are you one
of the doctor's patients?

Not if I can help it.

L-- I, um,
I don't believe I know you.

Oh, my name is Carol Butler.

Carol Butler.

My, that's a pretty name.

Well, um,
why don't we go inside?

The door should be unlocked.

It's-- It's 9:00.

You must be
a regular customer here.

Oh, well, yes, I guess I am,
in a matter of speaking.

Oh, the doctor must've been
called away temporarily.

Hey, you can't be
the doctor's nurse.

That's right.

Uh, but you're filling in
for a friend, you know,

-the plump girl?
- Plump girl?

The one with the glasses.

No, look, you've lost me
some place.

I've been working here
for several weeks.

- Oh.
- Now, what was your name?

My name-- Oh, Donnelly,
Buck Donnelly.

The doctor said that--
Oh, hi, Doc.

- Hello, Buck.
- Oh, Doctor...

- I didn't know you're in.
- Just woke up.

- Doc, can I see you a minute?
- Oh, sure.

How are you feeling
this morning?

Oh, I feel fine.

Bifocals, buck teeth, Doc.

All right.

Well, what's on your mind,
besides Carol?

Well, we got a report last night
there was a prowler

in the neighborhood.

Mrs. Whitman down the street
called us.

Yeah?

But she gets hysterical
pretty easily,

but we sent a car out anyhow,

they didn't see anything,
would've been about 11:00?

Oh, I didn't hear anything.

I was sound asleep by 11:00.

Well, I don't think
there's much to it.

I'm just following through.

- [Phone ringing]
- Excuse me, Buck.

Dr. Beecher.

Who?

Oh, thank you.

Yes?

Marion Wilkins?

Oh, she seemed fine last night.

She was coming in
this morning.

I don't know anything
about that, Doctor.

I come in on Tuesdays to clean,
and that's all,

but she looks awful sick to me.

Well, I'll be right over.

Excuse me, Buck.

Got to make a house call.

- Marion Wilkins?
- Mm-hmm.

What's wrong?

Well, she's one
of my heart patients.

Oh, thanks.

I don't think Matt Campbell's
death helped her any.

I'll be at Marion Wilkins'
place, Carol.

All right.

- Ms. Butler.
- Yes?

Do you know a good eye doctor?

Why, do you need glasses?

No. But I think doc does.

I didn't know what to do,
Doctor.

She just lies there like that
with her eyes closed up.

[Means]

PAUL: Can you hear me, Marion?

HOUSEKEEPER: What is it, Doctor?

I think it's her heart.

You better call
the county hospital.

Ask them to send
an ambulance.

Yes, sir.

Would you use another phone,
please?

All right.

[Meaning]

It's all right, Marion.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Now, don't worry,

you're gonna be fine.

Oh, no.

No!

Go away.

Go away!

Marion, it's me.

It's Dr. Beecher.

Yes.

Yes, it's you.

Don't touch me.

Leave me alone.

Don't touch me!

- PAUL: Marion?
- Leave me alone!

[Music playing]

Good morning, Doctor.

How is she?

She died.

Oh, no.

Oh, Doctor, I'm terribly sorry.

It's all my fault.

I should have helped her
last night.

I didn't think
it was that serious.

How could you know?

It was my job to know.

I'm supposed
to second-guess death,

not run away from it.

Another headache?

Doctor, why don't you let
yourself take a rest?

And what would
all my patients do?

You could get someone in.

No, I'll be all right.

Is something wrong?

No.

Where's Betsy?

Oh, she's cleaning her room,
I think.

Do you suppose
you could ask them

to wait a little while longer?

Oh, I think so.
There's nothing really urgent.

I'll be right back.

[Music playing]

Hi, Daddy.

Hi, honey.

Is there an "I" in elegant?

No.

What are you writing?

A letter to Aunt Sally.

I'm gonna tell her
what an elegant summer we had.

Oh, she'll appreciate
hearing from you.

You mind
if I turn this thing off?

Oh, no, here I'll do it.

Thank you.

Whenever you start off
like that,

I know it's something important.

Well, I did wanna talk to you
about something, Betsy.

- You remember last night?
- Sure.

When I had the headache?

Oh, sure.

And I asked you to get me
the pills out of my coat pocket?

You mean your migraine pills?

Yeah, um...

These were the pills,
weren't they?

Mm-hmm.

You know,
doctors are kind of funny.

They often carry a lot of pills
around with them,

and I had some others
last night, too.

These do look sort of like
the migraines, don't they?

What's in 'em?

Oh, nothing much,
just--just aspirin.

I thought maybe

you might've given me these,
you know, by accident.

No, Daddy, I didn't.

Well, that's fine.

You know, Betsy,
I've been thinking,

you and I ought to get out
on those hills for a real hike

one of these days, huh?

- What do you say?
- Gee, that'd be terrific.

We don't seem
to have much time anymore,

just for fun, do we?

- Daddy?
- PAUL: Hmm?

I don't know which one
of the pills I gave you.

But aspirin
never hurt anyone, did it?

No, honey.

It never hurt anyone.

[Car honking]

[Bell dings]

Oh, hello, Buck.

Willy, how's business?

Oh, picking up,
can't complain.

Marion back there?

Yeah, she is, poor little girl.

Mind if I take a look?

Not at all.

As matter of fact,
I kind of expected you.

Any reason why, Willy?

Well, you usually turn up,
don't you?

Marion?

Guess we're having an epidemic
of heart attacks.

Matt Campbell,

now Marion Wilkins.

You think doc's gonna ask
for an autopsy?

Autopsy?

Oh, no.

No need for that.

It was heart, all right,
plain and clear.

I've seen a lot of cases
in my day.

Trouble with you, Buck,
you're overanxious.

Guess you ain't had
no excitement since Abe Hibbel

axed his mother-in-law.

And that's the way
we wanna keep it.

Well, thanks, Willy.

Anytime.

[Music playing]

WILL: Here, Henry.
Put them right there.

PAUL: Will.

Paul.

Paul Beecher.

- What are you doing here?
- Well, I heard you were coming,

so I just dropped by
to say hello to you.

Oh?
Well, we just got into town.

Yeah.

Paul,
this is a pleasant surprise.

Years haven't changed you.

And you don't look
so bad yourself, huh?

Oh, Henry.

You know, Henry is one
of our top research assistants

at the university, he's going
to take over Campbell's job.

I'm just here helping him
get organized.

You know, Henry, Paul and I
were friends many years ago

-at medical school.
- Yeah. How are you, Henry?

How do you do?

Henry, would you take this thing
over to the desk and hook it up?

I mean, Paul, you're
gonna have to excuse Henry.

Light bothers his eyes.

He suffered a trauma
in early childhood.

His mother was burned to death
when a gas heater exploded

and only just has
adjusted to society.

PAUL: Always the psychologist,
aren't you, Will?

I hear you're head
of the department now.

Oh, yes, indeed.

That's wonderful.

What have we got here?

Unusual.

Yeah, I noticed that
when I came in.

They were alive yesterday.

I was here with Matt Campbell
when he died.

- Heart attack.
- Mm-hmm.

That's too bad.
I didn't know him very well.

I just appropriated
the funds for him.

Henry?

Do you want something?

The animals are dead.

Yes, I know.

That's Henry for you,
phlegmatic,

but seething inside,

brilliant mind, brilliant.

He's just the person
to carry on.

Oh, well, um,

what exactly
was Campbell working on?

- Didn't he tell you?
- Uh-uh.

Only briefly.
I know it had something to do

-with the instincts, reaction.
- Yeah.

Well, that's about it.

It's-- How're you coming?

Dull knife.

I cannot work with a dull knife.

You know, Henry complains a lot,
but deep inside,

he's a frightened child
seeking approval.

PAUL: Will, I want you
to tell me everything you know

about Matt Campbell's work.

- Why?
- PAUL: Well...

He tried to tell me something
just before he died.

I thought maybe
it might be important.

Paul, I don't honestly know
too much about it myself.

We've been subsiding scientists
that work on regression,

to see whether
it's possible chemically

to revert the animal mind
to a primitive state,

and if it is, whether or not
we can reverse the process

and advance intellect.
Human intellect, eventually.

Well, did Campbell succeed
on what he was trying to do?

I don't honestly know.

He claimed that he developed
some kind of a pill

-which he thought was...
- A pill?

Say, as a matter of fact,

these are probably
the ones right here.

They're supposed to induce
these primitive instincts

by draining the blood
in the brain temporarily.

Well, that would
induce fainting.

- Let me see one of those.
- Sure.

Well, I imagine it would,
but apparently it doesn't harm

the animals as long
as they keep getting the pills.

You see, they're habit-forming.

What do you mean, habit-forming?

Just that.

I talked to Campbell
the other day on the phone,

he was very excited,

but seemed to run into
some kind of a problem,

said that once that he'd given
the animals the pills,

they had to have them
practically every 24 hours,

or they went wild.

Wonder why those
bats aren't dead?

Will?

How sure was Campbell
about this 24-hour business?

Oh, he seemed to be pretty sure
about it.

I don't know,
but, Paul, after all,

the animals are dead
except the bats,

so we got to find out why.

Oh, well, I'd like to stay here
and watch you work,

would you mind?

[Music playing]

It would seem
the synapse leading

to the portions
of the brain affected

suffered permanent injury
in some cases,

destructive process unknown.

What time is it, Will?

- Hmm?
- What time is it?

My watch just stopped.

Quarter after 8:00.

There're no conclusions
on all this stuff.

Nothing that Campbell's written
makes any sense to me.

Just doesn't make sense.

Yeah, I'm having
the same trouble,

brilliant mind,
he's just brilliant,

but unfortunately
he's rather untidy.

Henry"-...

I wanna ask you a question.

How long
before you know something?

- Know something?
- Yes. What caused them to die?

This business
takes patience, Paul.

It's not the kind of thing
you rush through.

Well, maybe not,
but all I wanna know is,

was it the pills
that killed them?

Oh, no. No, it wasn't the pills
or lack of pills.

- Something else.
- Like what?

Capillary disintegration.

Well, Henry,
you have made progress.

Look, you're just gonna have
to learn to speak up.

Henry, what caused
this capillary disintegration?

Disease, maybe a virus.

A virus?

I'll find it.

It won't get away from me.

I didn't know you were
so interested in research.

You missed your calling, Paul.

Well,
I am going to call it a day.

And I imagine Henry will welcome
the peace and quiet.

Will you, Henry?

I don't mind.

Paul, uh, don't forget
to throw the switch

on the electric furnace.

We don't wanna
blow up the circuit.

- Coming, Paul?
- You go ahead.

Well, oh, Henry, I'll be
at the hotel, if you need me.

- You'll be all right?
- Of course.

Yeah.

[Music playing]

- Henry?
- Yes.

Why didn't the bats die?

I don't know.

[Music playing]

Oh, Daddy,
you just gotta watch this.

I'm not watching anything.
And why aren't you in bed?

But, please, I just learned how.

No, and turn off
that stupid record.

- But, Daddy...
- Did you hear me?

Turn it off.

[Music playing]

[Breathing heavily]

[Music playing]

[Clock ticking]

[Knocking]

Daddy? Daddy?

Daddy, I'm sorry. Please.

[Music playing]

Daddy? Are you asleep?

[Rain falling]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Thunder rumbling]

Oh, shoot.

[Thunder rumbling]

Can't think.

[Phone ringing]

Yes?

Oh, Dr. Beaumont.

I'm just starting a chemical
analysis of the pills.

Hold it, the storm
just shorted out the lights.

Doctor...

I think the pills
are a control serum.

From the bats,

they were the only
animals immune.

Mm-hmm.

I think I'll work on
a while longer.

Yes, yes.

I'll see you in the morning.
Bye.

[Music playing]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Glass shatters]

[Grunting]

Needless to say, I'm shocked.

I just can't believe
Henry's gone.

It doesn't seem possible.

Did you touch anything
in here, Doc?

Oh, no, I-- Why?

Well, obviously,
there's a struggle.

We'll have to presume
it was homicide.

Oh, no, that's not possible.

- I don't see how that could be.
- Why not?

Well, you'd have to know Henry.

It's possible Henry might have
killed somebody, but vice versa?

- No.
- Did Henry have any enemies?

WILL: No, he didn't have
any friends, either.

Believe me, nobody cared
whether Henry lived or died.

Nobody would bother to kill him,

unless, of course,
it was a maniac, in that case.

Paul.

Paul, this is terrible.

Hi, Doc.

Buck, I finally
got your message.

I was asleep.

Oh, God.

Well, Doc, what do you think?

What?

BUCK: Cause of death.

Well, give me a chance, Buck.

Dr. Beaumont tells me
that when he left last night,

you were still here with Henry.

That's right.

BUCK: How long did you stay?

I only stayed
a couple of minutes.

Was everything okay then?

Yeah, everything was fine.

There's nothing
immediately apparent,

except a couple
of little marks on his throat,

maybe insect bites.

I wouldn't even mention it
except that...

Marion Wilkins
had the same thing.

You didn't mention that
at the time.

Well, I didn't think it was
important enough to mention

at the time.

And now?

I don't know, Buck.

There's a slight contusion
on the head

that could be the cause
of death, but I doubt it.

Well, the autopsy surgeon
will be able to tell us more.

Will?

What's the matter?

Did you notice
that the bats are gone?

You know, this is odd.

I talked to Henry last night.

He discovered
that Campbell's pills

were a control serum
extracted from the bats.

Well, that's hard to believe.

Yes, it is.

Especially when you consider
they were vampire bats.

[Music playing]

MAN: Good morning, Dr. Beecher.

Good morning.

[Music playing]

Well, I'll get this sample
over to the lab right away.

Doc, how long before they give
you the results of the autopsy?

Oh...

If I put a rush on, six hours.

- Make it a rush, will you?
- All right.

- You know, Buck?
- Yeah?

I can't go along with this
murder theory of yours.

Well, Doc, somebody did break
into that lab.

All right,
but you don't kill someone

by giving them a blood disease.

That is, not usually.

Doc...

What if someone else died
of this --?

- What did you call it?
- Capillary disintegration.

- Yeah.
- That is complete

destruction of the body tissues.

BUCK: Capillary disintegration.
What would you think?

Well, that would depend.
It's such a rare thing.

I'd say the odds
were against it happening.

BUCK: Yeah.

But what if it did happen?

Do you think
there was someone else?

No, I guess not.

All right.
Well, I'll call you later on.

BUCK: Okay, thanks again, Doc.

Willy?

Willy?

What do you make of the fact
that both Marion Wilkins

and Henry Winston died with
the same marks on their throats?

Well, I don't know.

It must be coincidence.

Maybe.

Maybe it also means she didn't
have a heart attack, huh?

But she did, Buck.

You don't believe
what you're told.

That's your trouble.

But what if she didn't?

I'd like to know
how you're gonna know that now,

with her all nicely
and properly buried

up in the family plot.

- Well, we can take care of that.
- WILLY: Buck!

You can't go around
digging up people's graves.

To get a court order, you got
to have some good reason.

I got plenty of reasons, Willy.

Three deaths in three days.

[Door closes]

Carol?

Carol?

Are you feeling better, Paul?

Well, a little bit.
I thought maybe you'd gone.

Well, I was just finishing up.

Buck is coming for me.

- Buck?
- Yes, he's taking me to dinner.

Oh.

- Where's Betsy?
- At dancing school.

Well, I haven't seen her
all day.

She thinks
you're angry with her.

- Angry?
- Paul...

- What happened last night?
- What do you mean?

I mean, did you two
have a quarrel or something?

No.

Well, I guess maybe I did
lose my temper a little bit.

You know how it is with kids,

so easy to hurt them,
without meaning to.

I think Betsy's
pretty indestructible.

Carol, do you have to go
with Buck tonight?

No, of course not,
it was just tentative.

Do you want me to work?

No.

No, it isn't that.

It...

Carol, I need someone
to stay with me.

CAROL: Stay with you?

Yes,
I know I shouldn't ask this,

but, well, I haven't
been myself lately.

You were right last night
when you said

that something
had happened to me.

CAROL: Oh, you've just
been working too hard.

No, it isn't that, either.

It's...

I've been using these pills
that I take for my migraines

as a kind of a crutch,

because I haven't felt well.

And I thought...

maybe if you stayed with me,

I might not take them,

-might not take so many.
- [Doorbell ringing]

I'll get it.

[Doorbell ringing]

- Oh, Buck.
- Hey, you look nice.

Oh, thank you.
I was just going to call you.

Oh, look,
I hate to do this to you,

but I'm gonna have
to break our date tonight.

- Something came up.
- I was going to have

to tell you the same thing.

The doctor wants me
to stay here.

Oh, well, look,
can we make it tomorrow night?

- Of course.
- Good.

Now, I'd like
to see the doc.

- He's in his office.
- Thanks.

[Knocking]

Come in.

See you a minute, Doc?

Why, sure.

Anything new?

Paul,
we're getting a court order

to exhume Marion Wilkins' body.

Well, what do you
wanna do that for?

We just found out
that Henry Winston died

of a rare blood disease, a thing
called capillary disintegration,

whatever that is.
Destroys body tissue.

What's that got to do
with Marion?

Well, I don't know exactly,

but if she died
of the same thing...

What makes you think
she died of the same thing?

Now, Paul, I don't doubt
your judgment on this.

PAUL: Buck.

BUCK: Yeah?

Buck, I...

Something wrong, Paul?

No.

Well, this thing
needs your signature.

Judge Watson's waiting.

Thanks a lot.
Appreciate your cooperation.

Don't mention it.

BUCK: Good night, Carol.
See you tomorrow.

Well, I guess you heard.

I don't have a date.

Come on, Carol.
Let's get out of here.

You're going-- go out
and have dinner with me.

Oh, well, it's no trouble
to fix something here.

Well,
I wanna go away some place,

somewhere where I can relax.

All right.
But I'll have to go get changed.

All right.
We'll stop by your place.

Fine.

Oh...

- The pills.
- Oh, yes.

Put them in your purse,

then I'll have
to ask you for them.

- Here you are, Doc.
- Well, thank you, Joe.

- Oh, Doc.
- Yeah?

I don't wanna be imposing
on you on all that, but...

Well, what is it, Joe?

Well, this would probably
sound funny to you,

but, well, it's my left eye,
right here.

Oh, I see.

It looks all right.

Yeah, it looks all right,
but it feels terrible.

Well, why don't you call us
and make an appointment?

All right, Doc.

And we'll give it
a thorough check.

Okay, Doc, thanks.

Oh, Doc, it's really my wife.

You see, she sleeps
on that side,

and, well,
she's got a terrible cold,

and she keeps breathing
on my eye at night,

you know.

And, well, I figured maybe
my eye went and caught it.

You know, the germs?

Well, why don't you
just come in tomorrow,

and we'll have a look at them.

JOE: Okay, Doc.

And bring your wife in, too.

All right, Doc, thanks.

[Chuckles]

You see, you're not
the only one who's got troubles.

Well, I know one thing.

I'm feeling a little better.

You know,
this has really done me good.

CAROL: Oh, I'm so glad.

Carol, you're not prone
to hysterics, are you?

Oh, I don't think so.

PAUL: I mean,
if I were to tell you something,

something incredible,

do you think
you'd believe me?

Well, if it were something true.

If it were true?

Yeah.

And there, we have the problem.

Carol, there is something
I must talk to you about.

[Telephone ringing]

I just can't seem to do it.

Go ahead.

I'm an understanding type girl.

Yeah, I know you are.

- Well--
- Oh, Doc,

you're wanted on the phone.

Excuse me a minute.

Dr. Beecher.

Yes?

Oh.

Yes.

Well, can't you get Dr. Morgan?

All right.

Tell the resident to stand by.

Yes.

Yes, right away.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Music playing]

Carol, I've got to go
to County Hospital.

An emergency abdominal.

Do you want me
to go with you?

No, you better--
look,

would you mind waiting
for me here?

Of course not.

I may be a little while.

I'll try
to make it as soon as I can.

Oh, that's all right.

PAUL: Oh, could I borrow
your lighter again?

- Of course.
- Oh, I'll get it.

Oh, sorry.

Now, you're gonna wait,
won't you?

Don't worry.
I'll be here.

PAUL:
Because I do wanna talk to you.

[Crickets chirping]

BUCK: Okay, boys, this is it.

PAUL: Doctor.

DOCTOR: He's had two-quarters
of morphine, 30 minutes apart.

PAUL: But how long
was the last injection?

DOCTOR: About 15 minutes.

NURSE: Doctor?

PAUL: Yes, I'm ready.

Puncture.

Give me a #00 suture.

NURSE: Doctor?

PAUL: Okay.

You'll have to go on.

[Music playing]

PAUL: There,
I think that should do it.

DOCTOR: Nice job, Doctor.
I didn't think he'd make it.

NURSE: Neither did l.

We'll put him in 107, Doctor.

- PAUL: What?
- NURSE: 107.

Take over for me, Bailey.
I can't stay.

- DOCTOR: What?
- PAUL: I can't stay.

DOCTOR: But, Doc...

[Music playing]

[Breathing heavily]

Hello?

This is Dr. Beecher.

Is Carol Butler there?

No, as a matter of fact,
she just left two minutes ago.

Said to tell you she'd be home
if you wanted her.

She left?

But she can't have left.

Are you sure?

Well, that's what she said
to tell you, Doc.

No!

[Music playing]

BUCK: Okay, boys, open it up.

WILLY: Look, I don't like this.

BUCK: Take it easy, Willy.

Take it easy.

All right, let's go.

- Ooh.
- Oh.

[Music playing]

BUCK: I can't believe it.

I must've made a mistake.

This can't be the one.

[Music playing]

[Crickets chirping]

CAROL:
Why, Mrs. Dietz, what on earth

are you doing out at this hour?

This is our constitutional.

Last week, I said to Priscilla,

"Priscilla, you and I
just don't get enough exercise."

[Laughs I

And what did Priscilla say?

She agreed with me,

but then she doesn't
have much choice.

Good night, Mrs. Dietz.

CARRIE: Good night, Carol.

Come along, Priscilla.

[Crickets chirping]

[Footsteps]

CAROL: Mrs. Dietz?

[Music playing]

CAROL: Oh!

[Music playing]

[Footsteps]

[Door closes]

[Breathes heavily]

[Doorknob rattling]

Oh.

[Door closes]

Oh.

Come along, Priscilla.

Priscilla, don't tire out
on me now.

Once around the corner,
and we'll be home.

[Barking]

Priscilla, stop making
so much noise.

You'll wake everybody up.

[Barking continues]

[Growling]

[Dog whimpering]

[Indistinct chatter]

- WOMAN: Who is she?
- MAN: Is she alive? Huh?

MAN: Must be.

[Music playing]

BETSY: Hey, Daddy!

Egg's up in one minute!

Daddy!

Come on!

Daddy, if you don't hurry,
I'm gonna have to eat

these eggs all by myself.

Daddy!

In a minute.

Carol.

Carrie.

Carol!

[Telephone ringing]

CAROL: Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Carol?

This is Paul.

CAROL: Oh, Paul.

I waited and waited
for you last night and then--

and all this other
happened.

What?

What happened?

Somebody killed Carrie Dietz
last night.

Carrie?

CAROL: Yes.

Oh, it's the most frightening
thing that ever happened.

He tried to get to me first.

Paul?

Paul, are you still on the line?

Paul?

Yeah.

You better stay home
today, Carol.

Get a little rest, huh?

I will.

I still feel upset.

I'll call you later.

Oh!

- [Grunting]
- [Glass shattering]

Daddy!

What's wrong?
What happened?

The mirror fell down.

Betsy, I wanna talk to you

about-- about something
kind of important.

I'm going to telephone
your Aunt Sally today.

- What for?
- Well, I thought I'd ask her

if she'd let you...

come and live with them
for a while.

- Live with them?
- Mm-hmm.

But where would you live?

Here.

Well, you can't live here
without me.

Who'd feed you and
take care of you and everything?

Oh, I'd get along fine.

I don't wanna live with them.

Betsy.

Betsy, if you were over
in Bigelow,

you'd go to a really
wonderful school.

There are a lot of kids there,
nice kids.

You'd get a good education.

Dad?

Are you mad at me or something?

No, honey.

I've never been mad at you.

I just want you
to have a good home.

And you can't have that here...

with me--

with me being gone all the time.

Now, look, with Aunt Sally...

She'd be there every day
at home with you.

Oh, look, look, look, honey,
please, don't cry.

Please, don't.

All right, all right.
We won't talk about it anymore.

But you think about it, huh?

Now, come on, come on.

I got a lot of patients
to see today...

and a lot of things
to finish up.

Come on, come on.

That's my girl.

I bet those eggs
are stone-cold by this time.

- There you are, Ms. Miller.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Now, you see that
that boy gets plenty of rest.

Yes.

About our bill, Doctor...

Oh, now,
don't you worry about that.

Just pay what you can,
when you can.

We're awful lucky, Doctor.

Having you around
to take care of us.

[Typewriter clicking]

I'm going out
for a while, Betsy.

Oh, okay.

And look, honey,
I may not be here

when Aunt Sally comes.

Aren't you coming back?

Of course I am, honey.

I was just thinking,
in case I'm not back in time,

you'd better go on home
with Sally,

and I'll call you there.

All right, Daddy.

Good-bye, Betsy.

Take good care of yourself.

I will.

[Music playing]

Daddy?

Daddy,
I love you.

I love you, too, honey.

Good-bye.

[Brakes squealing]

[Door closes]

[Door opens]

Well, Paul.

I'm worried
you frightened me half to death.

- Sorry.
- I wasn't expecting you.

Maybe better get you a key, huh?

- Been here long?
- No, not too long.

Will, I wanted to talk to you.

I've been trying
to get you all day.

Oh, well, I've been
at Bigelow all day.

The university decided
they wanted to continue

with the experiment,
but ran in a bit of a trouble

finding a replacement.

Well, for pity's sakes, Paul,
what is it?

I never could stand suspense.

Well, l..

Well, a patient of mine,

Carrie Dietz,

a wonderful old lady,

was killed last night.

I know, it's a shame.

Well, I talked to Buck
this morning.

I killed her.

- What you say?
- I said, I killed her!

Paul, what are you talking
about?

I don't know how,

I don't even remember doing it,
but I'm sure I killed her.

Paul, this whole conversation's
fantastic.

Please, let's start over again.

And I think
I killed Henry, too.

And Marion Wilkins.

But...

But Why?

I don't know.

I know it has something to do
with those pills of Campbell's.

I started taking them, Will.

- By mistake.
- You mean the regression pills?

Yes.

And they've done
something terrible to me.

They've turned me into...

a horrible thing,

a beast.

It made me kill people.

Look, Paul.

What you say
just isn't possible.

Look, suppose
you did take those pills.

They may cause a reaction
in a small animal,

but you're a human being.

I know what
I'm talking about, Will.

How? What proof do you have?

Look.

Look at that.

I'm a scientific man, Will.

I've been keeping that notebook,
trying to figure it out.

Too many things
have been happening.

Paul, there's not one thing
here that's conclusive.

All right.

Then how do you explain it?

Three people have been killed.

I have taken those pills
three times.

I go to sleep,

and when I wake up,

I don't remember anything
for a while,

and then suddenly,

there's something in my mind.

A dream.

Well, not a dream,

a face.

First, it was Marion,

and yesterday it was...

Hem')!-

And today,

it was Carrie Dietz.

What do you propose to do
about this?

Well, I'm going to tell Buck.
What else can I do?

I just wanted
to talk to you first.

In other words,
you want me to confirm this?

Yes, I guess so.

Look, Paul.

Before you ruin
your reputation

and your livelihood
in this community,

-let me give you some advice.
- Oh, Will...

Now, listen to me, Paul.

I've seen sick men before.

Now, I know about men,

and I know what you're feeling
is nothing more

than an emotional state
probably brought on,

at least abetted,
by these confounded pills.

Will, you told me yourself,

these pills
were from vampire bats.

Exactly. But, Paul,
that doesn't make you

another Dracula.

You found a strong suggestive
influence there, that's all.

You think so?

It's my opinion
you need a complete rest.

Well, you're wrong, Will.

Look.

Paul, people
depend on you here.

I don't wanna see you
destroy your life.

It's a useful life, Paul.

I don't wanna see you destroy it
over a hallucination like this.

No hallucination!

But suppose it is.

Look, suppose you confessed
to that killing last night.

Paul, you'll never be able
to pick up your work here again.

It's a small town, Paul.
It--

It's a small town.
People don't forget.

You know you got to wait.

Wait?

Wait for what?

11:00?

-11 :00?
- Yeah.

That seems to be the hour.

That's as long as I can go
without the pills.

Now, nonsense.

All right, Paul. I'll keep you
from taking the pills.

Now, you can trust me.

I'll stay with you until 11:00.

I can't let you do that, Will.
It'd be too dangerous for you.

Paul, give yourself a chance.

Just give yourself a chance.

Okay, Willy, that's all I need.

You can take them out, please.

- Oh, hello, Buck.
- Doc.

- Hi, Willy.
- WILLY: Hi, Buck.

It's incredible.

I'm having the bodies,
what's left of them,

sent to the university lab.

I've never seen
such total cellular destruction.

By the way, Buck,
I owe you an apology.

So I'm right, there is a killer.

- How'd he do it?
- Well, it seems that

this-- this maniac extracts
a small amount of blood

from his victims' throats.

And then because he carries
the disease virus in his saliva,

he transmits it to them.

But for some reason,
he remains immune himself.

I don't get it. I don't get it.

How could somebody
build up something like that

in their body?

Maybe an answer to that

as soon as the university
isolates the virus.

That'll probably be tomorrow,
they promised to call you.

That'll be too late, Doc.

Too late?

Yeah, I've got men
covering the whole town.

If he sticks to his pattern,
someone will die tonight.

There was one common factor
in all the animals dissected,

an almost complete
cell deterioration.

However, in trying to break
it down into cause and effect,

once again we come
against that unknown factor,

the origin of the virus.

Oh, Will, could you stop that?

My head's splitting wide open.

Do you suppose there's
a sedative in this place?

A strong one?

I think so.

Here's...

Yeah, here we are.

PAUL: I need it.

I need it now.

Well, you may need it
more later, Paul.

I think we'd better wait.

There's one thing, Paul.

These pills, do you have
some with you?

Yes.

Give them to me, huh?

No, I'll keep them.

Paul, if I'm going to help you,
I have to have them.

I don't know
that I can give them up.

You don't know what it's like.

Let me be the judge, huh?

Thank you.

No, don't do that, Will.

I've got to be able to get
to them if I need them.

Well, you can, Paul.
It's just a wooden drawer.

- And there is a key.
- No!

I can't be responsible.

Nonsense.

Paul, let go of my arm.

PAUL: Oh.

Oh.

Oh, come on, Will.

Help me.
I've got to have them.

I can't do it.
I can't wait like this.

Can't you see
what's happening to me?

I can't see any difference
except your state of mind.

Now, try to bear it
just a little longer.

No, I can't.
You got to help me.

Look, I'm gonna give you
the sedative, Paul,

in just a few minutes.

I need it now. Please.

Please!

Oh, please!

[Sobbing]

[Music playing]

Paul.

Paul.

Paul, please!

Paul, stay away!

Stay back!

Paul, please! Stay back!

Paul! Paul!

[Music playing]

[Phone ringing]

Well, look, Sheriff,
if you could keep us covered

for a few more days.

No, it won't be necessary.

The Highway Patrol's
helping us out, too.

Right.

- Here's the file.
- Thanks.

- I don't understand it.
- What's that?

Why didn't something
happen last night?

We were set for it.

[Phone ringing]

Donnelly. Yeah.

Oh, yes, sir.

What?

Yes, that is a coincidence.

Yeah, I'll check.

Now, that doesn't make
any sense.

What's that?

That was Professor Yates
from the university.

Yeah?

They finished their test
on the blood cells.

SQ?

- What?
- So they finished the test.

Yeah. He said
it reminded him of something.

What's that?

He said it reminded him
that Matt Campbell

had been working
on a rare virus,

a control serum,

caused some kind
of capillary disintegration.

What does that mean?

I don't know, George.

I don't know.

What kind of a guy do you think
this Dr. Beaumont is?

He's okay, a little odd.

Mm-hmm.

Think he'd go so far
as to do a little experimenting?

On human beings?

Come on.

[Music playing]

Dr. Beaumont?

Dr. Beaumont!

Ooh, it's hot in here.

Well, here's your reason
right down here.

What's that?

Ooh.

Maybe we better
wait for him, huh?

Yeah.

Look at this, George.

Hey, the light's flashing.

Talk about your
absentminded professor,

he's even left this thing on.

WILL:
Relating to Experiment 675,

it would appear
that Dr. Campbell

has made a great deal
of progress

with the chemical structure
of the entire system.

However, in contrast,

Experiment 703
had no such definition.

Sounds like he knew what
he's talking about, all right.

I'm gonna call the university,
to see if they know where he is.

WILL: ...almost complete
cell deterioration.

Paul, Paul, please!

Paul, stay away!

Stay back!

Paul, please!
Stay back! Stay back!

Paul, Paul!
Stay back! Stay back!

[Snarls]

[Clinking]

[Music playing]

[Thunk]

CAROL: Paul?

What are you doing here
so early?

Well, I thought
I'd get a head start.

I mean, things must've
piled up on you yesterday.

Well, you can go on back home.

I didn't make any appointments
for today.

Paul, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Go on home, Carol. Please.

Tell me what's wrong.

I want to help you.

You wanna help me?

There's one way you can do it.

Get out of here.

- Paul.
- Get out of here!

Paul, I don't understand you.

I've tried, I really have.

But I know something
is terribly wrong.

I'm sorry, Carol.

What's in the syringe?

Nothing.

Paul...

Tell me what you're gonna do.

What's in the syringe?

Novocaine.

Oh, no.

- You're out of your mind.
- Yes.

- Give me that syringe.
- Stay back.

- You can't do it, Paul!
- Stay back!

Oh!

Paul!

Paul, why do you wanna take
your own life?

I haven't any choice.

Paul, please.

Please.

Sorry, Carol.
There's no time.

[Punch landing]

Oh, no. Paul!

[whimpering]

No! No!

[Yelling]

Keep away from me!

[Snarling]

Keep away!

[Screaming]

Carol!

- Give me a hand here.
- Yup.

[Yelling]

Carol!

Check the house.
I'll take a look outside.

[Music playing]

Paul!

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

- Are you all right?
- Yes. Yes.

Stay right here.

[Music playing]

[Snarling]

[Yelping]

[Gunshot]

[Snarling]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[Snarling]

Look.

[Music playing]

[Roaring]