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[clock chimes]

Just what I needed
to make me a well man.

[exhales]

Terry Evans, if you ever
do that again, I'll...

...I'll chloroform you,
so help me!

Uh-uh, remember it is
the duty of a nurse

to give a man the kind of medicine
he needs to make him well.

It's not the medicine I object to,
it's the method of application.

Oh, very well, I think I
can stand another dose.

Let's have a demonstration
of your method.

You may proceed with
the treatment, nurse.

[man] I'm afraid your case
is hopeless, Dr. Evans.

Uh, oh, hello,
Doctor Maynard. I...

I thought you were
at the hospital.

Well, I, uh, I got through
sooner than I expected.

[chuckling] I came back to
take care of a few things.

I see.

Well, if you can postpone taking
care of them for a few minutes...

...I'd like to see both you and
Miss Drake in my office.

Yes, sir.

Fred and I have been checking
the blood supply record.

It's happened again.

You mean there's more
of it missing?

Twelve pints.

I can't understand it.

Why would anybody
want to steal blood?

I don't know,

but I'm going to report the matter
to the police in the morning.

And Fred, I want you to put a
lock on that refrigerator.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess that's all.

Oh, Terry?

Yes, sir.

I'm going to let you handle that
MacDonald case by yourself.

By myself?

That's a pretty
delicate operation.

Have you any doubt
about performing it?

No, sir.

Neither have I.

Thank you, sir.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

- Goodnight, Doctor.
- Goodnight, Terry.

I didn't hear you enter.

What can I do for you?

My wants are simple,
Dr. Maynard,

very simple...

...blood.

Blood?

That's a strange request.

I'm a strange man,
Doctor.

Don't you remember me?

Your face is familiar...

...but I can't place you.

Your choice of words
is ironic, Doctor.

Five years ago you
placed me...

...in the Brookdale
Mental Institute!

I wasn't insane,

but who'd listen to me
after Rufus Maynard,

the great brain specialist,
had given his learned opinion?

You still don't
recognize me?

My card.

Murks!

Ormand Murks!

I see that refreshes
your memory.

Takes you back four
years, doesn't it?

To the night Dr. Garland,
the house physician,

rushed me here
from the institute.

[thunder]

It's no use.

I can't understand it,

except for a pathological
brain disorder,

he seems
physically sound.

He was physically sound,
in perfect health.

[thunder]

It doesn't make sense.

There are a lot of things about
Murks that don't make sense.

For example, why did he continually
ask for blood transfusions?

It was a fixation with him

and the main reason I had him
committed to your institution.

He seems to feel that
periodic transfusions

would guarantee him
a kind of immortality.

Do you think there's
anything in it?

Nonsense.

[thunder]

I can't help thinking
that Murks kept hidden

some phase of
his case history.

Perhaps the
autopsy will...

Impossible.

He must have had
a premonition of his death.

Just this morning
he gave instructions

to have his body turned
over to his brother

for burial in the
family mausoleum,

on their estate
at Greenwood Knoll.

Well, then,
I guess the case is closed.

[thunder]

But, you were wrong, Doctor,

the case was not closed.

But, I saw your body.
I examined you.

You were dead!

Unfortunately, one who
has confined his studies

to the problems of the living
is not in a position to judge.

To you death is merely
an absence of life.

There is no intermediate stage.

But, that is where we disagree.

For I have discovered
a world in between...

A world of living death.

In my former profession,

death was an everyday
occurrence to me.

I began to wonder...

would it be possible for a
man to appear to be dead,

and still be alive?

The thought fascinated me.
It became an obsession.

I gave up everything
to find the answer.

And at last...

...I found it...

...in a land of voodoo rites
and devil potions,

where your profession
has no place.

The Valley

of the Zombies!

You seem skeptical,
Doctor.

[laughs] So was I,

until I tried it.

Perhaps...

...if you...

No?

Well, I don't blame you.

For once you've taken it, there's only one
thing that will counteract its effect.

Blood!

So it was you who have
been stealing it?

Indirectly, yes.

And now I'm here for some more!
Quickly...

there's
no time to lose!

Of course, of course, I'll, I'll phone
the hospital at once and have them...

Hospital?

And have my affliction publicized in the
newspapers and medical journals,

to be exhibited as some
strange monstrosity

before an amphitheater
of prying experimentalists?

Never!

But I have no blood
your type here.

You wouldn't lie to me.

You can see for yourself!

The supply is in
the treatment room.

Then, I'll have
to take yours.

I happen to know
we're the same type.

You will have the pleasure of
contributing to the cause of science,

and I'll have the satisfaction
I've been waiting for so long!

[choking]

[clock chimes]

Ormand!

So my dear brother

has finally gotten around
to thinking about me.

Why are you here?

Why shouldn't I be,
when you failed me?

I haven't failed you.

Dr. Maynard was
becoming suspicious.

I had to wait for
an opportunity,

but you'd have got
it tonight.

Would I?

And where would you get it?

There's none of my type here!

This is your type.

I put it in this container
to fool Dr. Maynard.

[chuckles]

Wh... why,
what's so funny?

I was just thinking
how well you fooled him.

Dr. Maynard!

What have you done to him?

Need you ask?

When I agreed to help, you gave me
your word there'd be none of this!

When I need blood,
I must have it.

But not this way!

Any way.

All right, then I'm through.

For years I've sacrificed
everything for you.

I've taken one job after another,
stealing like a common thief,

but I'm not going
to do it any longer!

Give me the police.

I'd think twice if I
were you, dear brother.

Remember, you're
implicated in this also.

I'll tell them you kept
me under a hypnotic spell.

For four years?

So they don't believe me.
I don't care.

I'm not going to
be a party to murder!

I'll put you back in the grave
where you belong!

[man over phone]
Police Department, hello?

Hello? Police Department.

Police Department.
Police Department!

Police Department! Hello?!

[hangs up]

You're going to put me
in my grave?

[car approaching]

What do you suppose
he was doing?

Well, he wasn't
diggin' potatoes.

I'd better
call headquarters.

Car 60 calling headquarters.

[man over police radio]
Go ahead Car 60.

This is Tiny.

We're at the old
Greenwood Knoll Cemetery.

We just surprised a guy
trying to plant a stiff.

It looks like a job for the coroner.
R-P-C.

Okay, stand by.

[police siren]

[Tiny] The fellow over at the gas station
heard the guy diggin' and called us.

When we got here
he took it on the I am.

[detective 1] Did you take
a look around?

[cop] Yeah, but it was
no dice in this jungle.

[detective 1] What kind
of a guy was he?

[Tiny] Tall, kinda skinny,

wore a long black coat and hat.

We were too far away
to see his face.

Well, it wasn't robbery because here's
his billfold with money in it.

"Rufus Maynard, M.D.,
1609 Terminal Building."

Hey, I've heard of him.
He's a big brain specialist.

Have you figured out
yet what killed him, Doc?

Strangulation by somebody
with a pair of strong hands.

[detective 1] How long
has he been dead?

I can't tell.

What's the matter,
is it a secret?

The body has been
expertly embalmed.

Embalmed?!

That's the work of an
undertaker, isn't it?

[medical examiner]
Yes, but anyone with a knowledge

of medicine could do it.

Well, this is
something to work on.

Let's go over to Dr. Maynard's
office and see if we can

pick up a clue that will lead
us to this peculiar party

that has a passion
for pickling.

[clock chimes]

[whispering] Wait a minute!

[whispering] What is it?

There's a body
on the table.

- Maybe they...
- Shhh!

[screams]

Susan, what's...

What is this, a holdup?

No, we're detectives
from the homicide bureau.

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Evans.

Who are you and what are
you doing on this table?

I was taking a nap while
the doctor was working.

I'm Susan Drake. I...

It's a funny place
to take a nap, isn't it?

Not so bad,
I often use it.

Oh, you come here
quite often, huh?

Yes, I do. I'm one of
the doctor's nurses.

Look, why all the questions? How'd you
get in here? What's this all about?

Are you sure
you don't know?

Know what?

When did you see
Dr. Maynard last?

Why, about eight o'clock
when we left the office.

Who is "we"?

Miss Drake, Fred Mays,
the chemist and myself.

Is there anything wrong
with Dr. Maynard?

Nothing a little strangling and a shot
of embalming fluid didn't cure.

You don't mean he's dead?

Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

We found his body
about an hour ago

in the old
Greenwood Knoll Cemetery.

You said he was embalmed?

Yes... and professionally!

And a man in a black overcoat
was trying to bury him.

Did you catch him?

No, but we will.

Where did you go when you
left here at eight o'clock?

Why, Miss Drake and I went
to the Community Hospital.

I have a patient there
in critical condition.

Where did you go from there
and what time?

Miss Drake's home for dinner
about eight-forty-five, I'd say

came back here about
ten. I had some tests to make.

You know where I can
find this Fred Mays?

He lives at
the Eastern Hotel.

Have you any idea
who killed Dr. Maynard?

Not the slightest.

Thanks a lot, Doc.

We'll be seeing you later.
Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- [Susan] Goodnight.

Terry, I think those
detectives suspect us.

Naturally, it's their business to suspect
everyone until they find the murderer.

Doctor Maynard...

I can't believe it.

Yeah, it's quite a jolt.

You know, I was wondering if
there could be any connection

between his death
and the missing blood.

Whoever stole that blood could have
come back here to steal some more

and been surprised
by Dr. Maynard.

Let's see if
any more is missing.

Everyone seemed to like
Dr. Maynard so,

I can't imagine
who'd want to kill him.

[Susan screams]

Oh!

It's Fred!

Give me a hand, Susan.

What's the matter?
A nurse afraid of a body?

No, I, I just don't care for
the way it was presented.

Remind me not to look in my
icebox when I get home.

He's been embalmed too.

First Dr. Maynard,
now Fred.

Who's going to be next,
Terry?

That's what
I'm wondering.

We'd better
call the police.

No, wait a minute.

Let's not be in a hurry
about this. I think...

I had a hunch it would pay us
to drop back here.

If this guy sits up and screams,

I'll turn in my badge.

- [Susan] No! No!
- [detective 1] Yes!

- [detective 2] Yes!
- [Susan] No!

- [detective 1] Yes!
- No!

No, no, no, no, no, for
the millionth time, no!

I had nothing to do with killing
Dr. Maynard, Fred Mays or anybody else.

You're more stubborn
than my wife!

Questioning you is like riding
a merry-go-round all night.

You wind up
where you start.

You mean the ride's over?

Not by a jugful.

[all whispering]

Hey! Where do you
think you are?

I know where I
wish you were!

I could go for some of
that coffee, myself.

Not until you say "yes".

All right, yes!

- Yes what?
- Yes, I'd like some coffee!

Well, you can quit your stalling now,
sister, and tell us the truth.

Your boyfriend's
just confessed.

He has!

Yes, we have it all
down here in black and white.

Is that so?

Well, whatever Dr. Evans
says he did, I helped him.

You're pretty smart,
aren't you!

Bring him in!

Well, well,
good morning, nurse.

And how are all
your patients?

A little frayed,
I'm afraid.

- Uh-huh...
- Listen, you two...

...suspicion of murder
is a pretty serious charge,

and we're going to hold
you two until we...

[door opening]

Get anything out of them?

No, not yet,
but we will.

The motive is a natural.
She's his girl,

he was Dr. Maynard's
associate.

He bumped off the doctor
to take over his rich clientele.

The chemist was wise,
so they bumped him off, too.

They've been in custody
since midnight, haven't they?

Twelve-fifteen.

Well, release 'em.

But, Chief!
You...

This isn't for publication,

the body of a cab driver,
neatly embalmed,

was just found in his taxi cab at
the corner of 3rd and Witmore.

Another one?

But, that's nothing
to let 'em loose on.

They probably put 'em
there themselves.

That's it!

They hired the guy to drive
'em over to the graveyard,

then they bumped 'em
off so he wouldn't talk,

and then they
parked his car.

The cab was left there
less than an hour ago.

Yeah, but they could have had
an accomplice, couldn't they?

That's why I say,
let 'em go.

Oh...

I just convinced the Inspector
that you were innocent.

You can go now.

Go?
But you just said...

I said you can go!

But, I don't understand!
You just said that...

Look, I've been arguin'
with you for eight hours

and I'm tired of it!
Either you go, or I will!

Isn't it too bad, we were just
beginning to enjoy it here, too.

Come on, Susan.

Well, goodbye, gentlemen.

If you ever need a shot
of embalming fluid,

uh, come up and
see me sometime.

You know a man has to be in
jail before he appreciates

what it means to open
doors for himself.

You said it.

I'm certainly glad
they're through with us.

I'm not so sure they are.

Why?

The police are not
freeing suspects

in an unsolved murder case
without a good reason.

It might be a trick on their part
to give us a little more rope,

before they hang us with it!

You mean, unless they
find the killer,

we're the most likely
candidates to succeed?

Mm-hm, that's the general
idea, so it behooves us

to do everything in
our power to clear ourselves.

[taps receiver]

Well, fine.

What's the matter?

I wanted to call the hospital
and the phone's dead.

Dying is getting to be
a habit around here.

Hey!

No wonder,
the cord's broken.

It's been pulled out.

How do you suppose
that happened?

Well, it could've
happened in a struggle.

Nothing else seems
to be disturbed.

Well, it was no accident
because the ends were stuck

neatly back into
the bell box.

What's this record card
doing in the waste basket?

"Ormand Murks,

Nature of disorder: Abnormal
pressure on the fourth ventricle

resulting in manic-depressive
insanity."

"Committed to Brookdale Mental
Institute October 18th, 1939."

Hey, maybe he's the murderer,
an escaped lunatic.

"Died: Ju...

died June 12th, 1941!"

For a minute I thought
we had something there.

So did I.

It must've fallen
off the desk.

I'll put it back
in the file.

Terry! Listen to this!

"Body interred in mausoleum on family
estate at Greenwood Knoll."

Well, once they're dead, what difference
does it make where they put them?

But that graveyard where Dr. Maynard
was found is at Greenwood Knoll.

Hey, that's right!

Maybe this card has something
to do with the case after all.

We have to go to the hospital right
now, but when we're through,

we are going to pay a little
visit to the Murks' estate!

Oh, no we are not!

This is something for
the police to handle.

Why, the police'll laugh
at evidence like this.

Don't forget, we're number
one on their hate parade.

But Terry, I'm no good
at playing detective,

I scare too easily.

Oh!

[laughs]

Ah... see what I mean!

Yes.

[radio playing]

I still think we should
let the police handle this.

If we go prowling around some strange
place, we're liable to get in trouble.

And we're liable
to solve the mystery, too!

You know, I think you're
a frustrated detective.

I am. When I was a kid,
it was my great ambition.

I saved up a 150 bottle
caps once, to get a badge.

Now, we'll see whether
I've missed my calling.

Heaven help me!

[man 00:28:18,196
Dr. Lucifer Garland, staff psychiatrist
at the Brookdale Mental Institute,

has disappeared under
strange circumstances...

Dr. Garland?

If anyone has any knowledge
of his whereabouts,

please get in touch with the
police department at once.

Dr. Garland is 51...
- I was talking with him only yesterday!

...of medium height, dark hair
and weighs 160 pounds.

When last seen, he was wearing
a dark suit, white shirt,

blue tie, black shoes
and socks.

We repeat, please communicate
with the police department

immediately if you have any information
concerning Dr. Garland"s whereabouts.

There's a connection between all this
somewhere. [Radio music resumes]

And it's not
a good one either.

Look, Susan, when we
get there you'd better

drop me off and go
on back to town.

And leave you alone?

Well, there's no telling
what I might run into.

Well, we'll run
into it together.

You might need help,
and I'm good at screaming.

Well, there's the
Greenwood Knoll gas station.

We'd better drive in there and find
out where the Murks place is.

Well, there doesn't
seem to be anybody around.

There's a man
under that car.

Ah...

Good evening.

[louder] Good evening!

Gas station's closed.

I, uh, I don't want any gas,
just a little information.

Could you tell me where
the old Murks estate is?

Murks estate?

There's no one
livin' there,

hasn't been
for five years.

Well, uh,
if you don't mind,

I'd still like
to know where it is.

Interested in buyin'?

Yes, yes.

It's on the street back
of the gas station,

adjoinin' the cemetery.

Turn off's about half
a mile up the road.

It's easy to miss,

better leave your car here
and cut through the lot.

Okay, thanks.

Well, you still
want to go?

No, but I'm going.

All right.

Well, this is it.
Shall we go calling?

I'm really not
in the mood.

Locked...

Maybe we can't get in,
I hope.

There's a
pedestrian gate.

[squeaks]

My dear.

How about some
of that flashlight?

No, no, nothing doing. If there's anything
in there, we want to sneak up on it.

Unless it sneaks up
on us first.

What are you...

What are you going this way for,
the house is over there.

- A good detective always...
- Shhh!

[whispering] A good detective
always cases the joint first.

What did you say?

He always looks the ground over
first so he won't fall in a trap.

- Ohhhh!
- Oh, Terry!

I'm all right,
give me a hand.

Oh!

Well, that's one way
of finding traps!

Yeah, it must be a compost pit,
where they make fertilizer.

You better watch your step or they'll
be making fertilizer out of you.

Yeah, uh...

Listen...

- I heard something.
- It's my heart pounding.

It came from over
there somewhere.

Stay close to me.

If I get any closer, we'll both
be wearing the same shoes.

[cow moos]

[both scream]

Just a cow.

Probably scared it
as much as it scared us.

If we did, some farmer's going to
get curdled milk in the morning.

Uh, nice bossy.

What's this place?

I don't know.

M-U-R-K-S, Murks.

Must be the mausoleum where the
Murks family is interred.

Yeah, let's have a look.

- No, Terry!
- Why not?

We're not on
a fossil hunt,

we're supposed to be
looking for a murderer.

Afraid of skeletons, eh?

Coward! I don't see how
you ever became a nurse.

Well, I can't help it
if I'm allergic to them.

I don't even like
a skeleton key.

Oh, brother!

[Susan] That one's empty!

So's that one!

Well, there's room for
another gruesome twosome.

Uh-oh... somebody's been
in here and recently!

Look at those footprints
in the dust.

[Susan] I'm not anxious
to put mine alongside of them.

Let's go!

[Terry] "Ormand Murks,
1887, 1941."

Hey, this crypt
hasn't been sealed!

What are you gonna do?!

Well, as long as
we've come this far,

I'm gonna say "hello"
to Mr. Murks.

Well, you can say "hello"
but I'm saying "goodbye!"

[screaming] Terry! Terry! Terry!

Why, that veil's very
becoming to you.

Oh! Take it off!

Afraid of a few cobwebs...

It's not the cobwebs,
it's the spiders in them.

There, that's
the best I can do.

Now look, hold this,
will ya? And stay put.

[Susan] It's empty.

Yeah...

Looks like the tenant
has broken his lease.

Susan, do you suppose it's possible
that Murks isn't really dead?

How could that be?
We saw the record.

Maybe Dr. Maynard
was mistaken.

Say for example, that Murks was
in a sort of cataleptic state

which only simulated death. It's
happened before, you know.

But the
embalming would...

How do we know
he was embalmed?

His brother claimed the body. He might
have been in on the deception.

The first thing you know you'll
be saying he's a zombie!

Well, there aren't supposed
to be such things, but...

[door closing]

Terry! The door!

Somebody's got us
right where they want us!

Now, don't let your imagination
run away with you,

after all doors have
closed by themselves.

Well, it doesn't take any imagination
to know we're going to suffocate

unless we get out of
this place in a hurry.

Will you please stop talking, you're
burning up all the oxygen.

Susan, stand over
here a minute.

Well, that didn't work. I thought
maybe I could shoot the lock off.

Well, what's next,
Mr. Detective?

Or do you realize now you
didn't miss your calling!

Go ahead, I deserve it
for dragging you into this.

But, believe me if we get out of this,
we're going to make a beeline for home.

There...

Look out.

[crash]

Oh! Darling,
you're wonderful!

Now, lets play bee
and buzz away from here.

What do you mean,
quit now?

I certainly do!

We're just getting
warmed up.

Well, I don't care
to get any warmer!

I've had enough
for one night.

I'm not going another step!

This was your...

...idea in the
first place.

Terry, wait for me!

Here, hold this, Susan.

Aww, it's no use!

I've got to get
something to pry with.

Hey... the door's open!

Banging on the window
must've jarred it open.

I've got a feeling
somebody opened it...

...a cold,
clammy feeling!

If I had your imagination,
I'd write stories.

And if I had your nerve,
I'd head for that front gate

by myself and
not wait for you!

All right,
all right, shhh!

[Susan] This must've been some
sort of a... a reception room.

Yeah.

I wonder what kind of
business Murks was in.

Empty.

What do I smell?
Disinfectant?

Formaldehyde.

Embalming fluid!

Could be.

Locked!

Also locked!

Well, this one isn't
and I'm keeping it open!

Here's the answer
to the business he was in.

An undertaking
establishment!

So Murks was
an undertaker, huh?

This place gives me
the creeps! Please, Terry,

let's go before I become a fit subject
for one of those pine boxes myself!

Oh!

[Terry] It's Dr. Garland!

That explains the smell
of the embalming fluid.

This is horrible, Terry!

Yeah, it's time
we called the police.

It's over time.
Come on!

You're so right!

[screams]

Terry, are you hurt?

No, not much.

Then, why don't
you get up?

I'm looking for
my gun and flashlight.

Help me find 'em!

Never mind them,
let's find the police.

Terry...

Huh?

You administer the
anesthetic when I grab him.

Oh, can't we just run?

Shhhh!

Get ready!

Nice work, nurse, now
we'll have a look at him.

[Susan] Oh! It's Blair,
the detective.

Well, where did
he come from?

Ah, you two get around,
don't you?

Who is it this time?

Blair!

Keep 'em covered, Tiny.

He's only been
knocked unconscious.

It's Hendricks,
Blair, you're okay.

Did you get his number?

Nobody ran over you.

You were cold-cocked
with a club.

So we caught up with
you two at last, huh?

And are we glad. You're just
the men we want to see.

I didn't get that impression
over at Clark Drive.

- Clark Drive?
- Now, don't act innocent!

You two knew we were tailing
you and you gave us the slip.

It was only a lucky break when we found
your car over at the gas station.

Why that's ridiculous.
We didn't know you were...

We can argue about
that later, Susan.

Right now there are
more important things.

Do you know who
we found in the house?

No! But do you
know who we found

in your car over
at the gas station?

The station attendant,
and dead!

[Terry and Susan] Dead?

Yes and embalmed!

Now, who did you find?

Dr. Garland in
the same condition.

Tiny, call up
the gas station

and tell 'em to send over
the other police car.

You two show us
Dr. Garland.

Calling Car 63, 63.

Calling Car 63.

[man over police radio] 63
answering, can't you hear me?

I can now, this
transmitting button sticks.

We picked up the guy and girl over at
the old house near the graveyard.

Blair says for you to come over
as soon as you can, okay?

This thing is stuck
for sure now.

If any calls come from headquarters,
be sure and take 'em down.

We can't do nothin'
but broadcast on this set.

Huh, nice cozy little
hideout you've got here.

It's not our hideout, tonight's the
first time we ever saw this place

and I wish I
couldn't even say that!

This was the embalming room.
The body's right there.

Right where?

Well, it was right there
not ten minutes ago!

Well, maybe he got tired of waiting
and went out to get a short beer.

This is no gag!

Murks must have
taken it away.

Murks?

Who's Murks?

He's an insane man,
criminally insane.

This is his place.

We learned about it
from Dr. Maynard's records.

We think he's the one who's been
committing all the murders.

Yeah, go on.

He died four years ago

at the Brookdale Mental
Institute.

Died four years...
he died four years ago.

She means he died
according to the records,

but he's not really dead,
because his coffin's empty.

Look, I know this
sounds crazy, but...

No, no, no, it's
perfectly logical.

- He died four years ago...
- Yes.

-...but he's not really dead...
- No.

...because his coffin is empty?

- That's right!
- Just a minute!

So help me, I know one crazy guy
there won't be any doubt about.

His coffin's in
the mausoleum right now.

If you'll go out there with me,
I'll prove it to you.

I've always been a sucker
for a sleigh ride.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Hey, Tiny, you stay here with her
and put the bracelets on her

so she won't start to play
hide and seek with you.

- Hey, what's up?
- You stay in front of us!

This is really unnecessary,
you know.

I wouldn't try to get out of your sight in
this place for a dozen pair of nylons!

I'm just carrying
out orders, lady.

[footsteps]

Who's upstairs?

I wish I didn't know!

[footsteps]

He's coming down
the backstairs!

[footsteps]

He's in the embalming room!

Shhhh!

[screams]

Oh!

Is this joint haunted?

[Tiny] Come out from behind
that screen!

Come on!

Oh, you won't, eh?

[thud]

Did... did you get him?

[gasps]

Yes, I got him!

Terry!

I'm afraid your liberty's
rather restricted without...

...this key.

[hysterically] Terry!

[Blair] I thought you said
this coffin was empty!

It is, I mean, it was.

Well anyhow, that's not Murks,
it's Dr. Garland.

Dr. Garland!

Dark hair, dark clothes,

white shirt, blue tie, black...

I think it is!

Let's get back to the house!

We'll throw a police cordon out and comb
the place with a fine-tooth comb.

- Where's Tiny?
- Where's Susan?

Hey, Tiny, where are you?

Susan!

[groan]

What's that?

What's the matter with you?

I heard a noise in there, I thought
he was hidin' behind the screen.

He was behind a coffin.

Where's Miss Drake?

She's handcuffed to
that cabinet over there.

Murks! We've gotta
find them before he...

We'll search the house first.

[car starting]

Wait!

That's my car!

Be careful,
he's got my gun!

There it goes!

[Blair] Here, someone stole
my car, go and get 'em!

- They have their lights on?
- Yes.

I don't see their tail
lights in front of us.

Which way?

It's anybody's guess.

Maybe they didn't
even come this far.

They might've pulled off
the road and stopped.

I know how to find out!

Their radio's gone haywire and
they're broadcasting all the time.

We can pick 'em up
on this one.

[car motor]

That's their motor and
they're not standing still!

Now, if we could just
tell which road they're on.

Yeah, that's where
we're stymied.

[crossing bell]

What's that?

[crossing bell]

Sounds like a
railroad crossing bell.

- [train whistle]
- It is! Hear the train?

[crossing bell]

They're on Clark Drive!
Step on it!

[static]

What could be makin'
that noise?

Some kind of inference.

It could be that big electric
power station on Valley Drive.

So far, so good.

Yeah, but we haven't
gained on 'em very much.

[traffic noises]

Ah, that's what
I was afraid of.

He's in the
downtown traffic.

No chance of telling
what street he's on now.

[clock chimes]

That's the tower clock
on the terminal building.

[clock chimes]

[motor stops]

And he stopped
his motor!

He's going back
to your office.

[clock chimes]

Tiny, you stay here. Joe, you come
with us and watch the front.

Susan!

Susan! Have you gone mad?

[Susan] Drop those guns!

Drop them!

Mad because she helps me?

No, my dear doctor,
she's not mad.

Unfortunately, some of my recent blood
donors have been the wrong type,

so I had to take advantage
of your facilities,

and your nurse
very kindly assisted me.

Now, if you gentlemen
will step to one side,

we will take our... departure.

Thank you.

After you my dear.

Susan!

Save your breath, Doctor,

she's no longer your nurse...

...she's mine!

[shots]

He's headed for the roof.

I'll go up the stairs.

No!

Susan!

Susan, what's the
matter with you?

[Murks] She's hypnotized,
Doctor...

...and she's going
to stay that way!

As for you...

...let her have that gun.

Now, my dear,

you may shoot him.

[gunshot]

Susan...

Susan!

Terry!

You're all right now,
darling.

Oh, I feel like
I've been dreaming.

Well, I'm glad you
woke up when you did.

- I think I need a drink.
- I think I need one, too.

Let's get a Zombie.

Zombie, oh!

[chuckles]