see
him. His mother telephoned
early this morning - most
upset, she wouldn’t say
what was wrong, but ...
The rest of Mina’s shouted message
is lost in the cacophony of her departing train. Dr. Seward turns on hearing
Van Helsing’s voice.
VAN HELSING
Is this how you diagnose
all your patients, my boy;
from a moving train?
And now their train is moving.
DR. SEWARD
( apologetically )
Oh Professor, forgive me,
please. Are these yours?
STATION PLATFORM. DAY.
VAN HELSING staggers a little as he
lands, but is saved from falling by DR. SEWARD who is becoming increasingly
embarrassed by the indignity he is causing his esteemed Professor.
DR. SEWARD
I am sorry. She’s gone
Completely scatty.
VAN HELSING
Pretty all the same.
( archly )
Pity her Jonathan’s come
back so soon.
DR. SEWARD
Professor, I hardly know
the girl.
VAN HELSING
Aha! One of those brief
encounters. What’s her name?
DR. SEWARD
Mina! I was at a party last
Night given by a friend.
VAN HELSING
And you were seeing them
off. The friend, I did not
see ...
DR. SEWARD
By now Lucy should be in
bed at the sanatorium.
He bites his lip, seeing that he is
getting into deep water and being totally misunderstood by the Professor who
starts acting like a Dutch Uncle.
VAN HELSING
Pretty girls, parties in
the sanatorium all night
long. You invited your old
Professor all the way over
from Amsterdam to play
nursemaid to your madman,
this Renfield, while you
have a good time, ya?
DR. SEWARD
Lucy is one of my patients,
Professor, and as for
parties on the premises,
it’s simply ...
VAN HELSING
(interrupting with
a chuckle )
I know, I know. Whatever
else, you could never be
guilty of misconduct.
Not only were you my
brightest pupil, Martin,
you were also the least
frivolous, ya?
A little deflated by Van Helsing’s
remark, Dr. Seward nevertheless replies with a wry smile.
DR. SEWARD
Yes, I’m afraid it’s still
the same old “serious
Seward”. It was very good
of you to come, Professor.
VAN HELSING
Not at all. Your Popsy
Interests me as much as
your madmen.
Laughing, Van Helsing takes his arm
and hurries him toward the station exit.
INT. SANATORIUM CORRIDOR.
DAY.
Quiet, except for the voice of
Renfield singing a hymn, and deserted save for a MALE NURSE pushing a trolley
containing a corpse covered with a sheet towards a pair of swing doors at the
end of the corridor. As they bump through and disappear from view one of the
ward doors opens a little revealing a patient gazing surreptitiously about her.
It is LUCY looking very pale and feverish in a nightdress with a chiffon scarf
around her throat. Convinced the coast is clear, she walks unsteadily towards
the sound of Renfield’s voice. Pausing for breath at his door she whispers
urgently through the grill.
LUCY
Renfield, Renfield, quickly,
I want to speak to you.
CLOSE SHOT: Peephole: Renfield’s
eye staring at Lucy.
RENFIELD’S VOICE
( accusingly )
You are the Doctor’s girl.
LUCY
( protesting )
I am nobody’s girl. But you
and I; we share something
in common.
RENFIELD
Yes, we are patients of
Doctor Seward.
LUCY
No, Renfield, we owe our
allegiance to another
master. He who brings the
kiss of peace which is life
eternal... Where is he,
Renfield? ( urgently )
I must see him, I must.
There is an ominous pause followed
by Renfield ranting and raving at the top of his voice.
RENFIELD
All over! All over! He has
deserted me. There is no
hope for me, Master. Master,
why hast thou forsaken me?
I am doomed. Without the
blood there is no life.
The blood is life, etc.
As Renfield’s cries echo down the
corridor, Lucy looks around in alarm and not without reason, for already a
female NURSE is hurrying around the corner towards her. Lucy panics, and starts
running back to her room only to collapse