
MARYA: You think this night will be like all the others, don’t you? Well, you’re wrong. Dracula’s destroyed, his body’s in ashes. The spell is broken. I can live a normal life now. Think normal things. Even play normal music again. Listen. (She sits at the piano and plays.) The Cradle Song. A song my mother once sang to me long, long ago. Rocking me to sleep as she sang in the twilight.
SANDOR: Twilight.
MARYA: Quiet! Quiet… you disturb me. Twilight… long shadows on the hillside.
SANDOR: Evil shadows.
MARYA: No, no… peaceful shadows. The flutter of wings in the tree tops.
SANDOR: The wings of bats.
MARYA: No, no… the wings of birds. From far off, the barking of a dog.
SANDOR: Barking because there are wolves about!

MARYA: Silence. I forbid you.
SANDOR: Forbid? Why are you afraid?
MARYA: I’m not, I’m not… I’ve found release.
SANDOR: That music doesn’t speak of release.
Marya's playing grows more frenzied.
MARYA: No… no… you’re right…
SANDOR: The music tells of the dark. Evil things. Shadowy places.
MARYA: … stop… stop… STOP!
Marya jumps up from the piano.
MARYA: Look at me. What do you see in my eyes?

SANDOR: Death.
Talk about acting with your eyes! Whenever I see Gloria Holden in another movie, I expect her to "go off" into one of her strange trance-like moods but it never happens. And I'm disappointed. "Dracula's Daughter" is completely her film. Watch her in something else like "Test Pilot" or "Dodge City" or "The Life of Emile Zola" and you'll see she was smothered in unmemorable supporting roles. But we'll always have Paris….and Daughter's Daughter.