And now I want to share the novelization of Scene 119 because, as I brought up previously, some of the dialogue in the version of the scene in the script that was used for the novel is different - and as was the case with the novelization of Scene 118, the scene is also a bit longer due to dialogue that was eventually dropped somewhere along the way and does not appear in DC's script:
When she returned to her lab after the funeral she at once went back to work on a problem which had been bother -ing her. From a refrigerator she removed a tray of blood samples, which she carried to a lab table. Then she be- gan to carefully check each sample under a microscope. She took her time with this. After a while she looked up with a thoughtful frown, then began to re-examine all the specimens once more. She was busily engaged in this task when there was a knock on the lab door. She called out, "Come in." The door opened and Professor Stokes entered. He said, "I got here as soon as I could." "I'm glad," she said. He crossed to the table and stared at the labeled blood samples in a box. "I'm not interrupting you?" "It's all right," she said, staring into the microscope. "I'll be able to give you my full attention in a minute, Eliot." "Do you have blood samples of all the victims?" She raised her head and looked at him. "Yes." His eyes met hers. "Have they revealed anything to you?" A puzzled frown shown on her attractive face. "Yes, but I don't know what to make of it." "What do you mean?" he asked, coming over to her. She sighed and gestured toward the samples. "I've dis- covered a cell in these samples that I've never seen before. It obviously must have entered the bloodstreams of the victims while they were being attacked." And she put her eyes back to the microscope. There was a pertinent pause between them before Pro- fessor Stokes asked warily, "Julia, do you believe in the existence of vampires?" She gave him a startled look. "You're not really seri- ous?" Stokes nodded gravely. "I am." "And you think?" "I'll tell you what I think in due time," he said, his expression serious. "I'm familiar with many documented case histories--some even in the twentieth century." "I too am familiar with the legend of vampires." "Then you'll realize all of the classic symptoms are present in the attacks that have occurred here." "Julia heard him with widened eyes. She knew all about the vampire theories. But here in this white-walled modern hospital lab they seemed to have no place. She found it difficult to believe that this mystery facing them had its roots in the murky world of ancient witchcraft. Swallowing hard, she said, "But, Eliot, vampires are only legend." Professor Stokes stared at her grimly. "Julia, Carolyn Stoddard's body was almost completely drained of blood. Isn't that correct?" "Yes." "Do you know of any animals in this area that attack people for their blood?" She stared at him with a disturbed expression on her attractive face. "Professor, this theory of yours will sound utterly fantastic to most people." "I know it." "What do the police think of it?" He looked bleak. "If I told the police that the creature they're looking for lives by night and sleeps in a coffin during the day, they might question my sanity." "There's no question about that," Julia agreed. "Yet I believe it true." Julia turned back to her microscope, thinking. "Assum- ing that you're right, the cell I've discovered would in- dicate to me that this creature, whatever it is, might be curable." Stokes frowned. "Vampirism isn't a disease, Julia. Vam- pires are the living dead." "How could you possibly prove such a thing?" "I expect the proof will be forthcoming very soon," he said enigmatically. Julia stared at him, having no idea what he meant.
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