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(rain pattering) (thunder rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(Elena gasping) (Samira gasping)

- He's here, he's here!

I feel it, he's here.

Elena, he knows our every step.

Elena, he speaks to me.

He is in my mind. - Shh!

Please, Samira, keep your voice down.

No one is following us,

no one is following us. - His eyes, his eyes!

Elena, he's talking to me.

He's talking to me. - What?

Calm down, calm down, please.

- He wants to hurt us and eat us.

Elena, he wants to hurt us.

(Caleb shrieking)

He's here.

He's here.

(thunder rumbling) (Samira sobbing)

Elena!

- I'm here. - Don't leave me alone.

- I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

(Samira gasping) (eerie music)

There's no one.

There's no one there.

- What is it?

What do you see?

- Run!

(dramatic music)

(Caleb shrieking)

(thunder rumbling) (pensive music)

(singer vocalizing)

Maybe it's no one.

Sammi?

Sammi?

Sammi!

(Samira screaming) (dramatic music)

(Elena panting)

(eerie music)

(Elena screaming)

(dramatic music)

(singer vocalizing)

(Elena screams)

(phone ringing)

(workers chattering)

- Hello.

Oh, hi.

Thanks for callin' me back.

Yes, I know where it is.

What time?

All right, see you later.

Sorry for the wait, Alfredo.

(workers chattering)

Is the meeting over?

- Yes.

We decided to print a piece about your sister once a week.

We hope it'll inspire someone to roll up their sleeves.

- Thanks, Alfredo, really,

but I don't think it will help.

- You're the best among the editorial staff, Rebecca.

You're the reporter most envied

and hated by the competition, and the sexiest one.

It's great to see you smiling.

Rebecca, I don't have to tell you,

whatever happens you can count on us, on me, you know.

You know that, right?

Is there any news?

Who was on the phone?

- A man I have to meet tonight.

It seems he has important information about, Elena.

I hope it's something concrete, not just another bust.

- [Alfredo] What's his name?

- Giordano de Angelis.

That's all I know, but he doesn't seem to be sketchy.

- Well, then keep me posted.

Ah, Rebecca, enjoy these two weeks of vacation

and get some rest, okay?

Sometimes to think of oneself helps clear the mind.

I don't need to remind you to stay in touch, right?

Yeah.

(upbeat folk music) (engine rumbling)

(car beeping)

(music continues)

- Hello, I'm looking for Giordano de Angelis.

He told me to ask for him at the bar.

- Who?

- Giordano de Angelis.

- Who's he?

- I've never actually met him before.

He told me to meet him at 9:30 p.m.

I'm a little early.

- Just a moment.

Luna, come here a moment.

- What's up?

- This chick asked me if a guy named Gian Luco

or something else is here.

- Giordano de Angelis.

- Yes, yeah.

- Yes, we've made a reservation for two this morning.

He's already here.

- Good, what's the table?

- I'll take you.

(man scoffs) (music continues)

(chair screeching)

I'll get your menus.

- Rebecca?

- Affirmative.

- Giordano.

Have a seat.

(gentle music)

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

I admit, I'm upset and I was convinced you wouldn't come.

Actually, I'm nervous because

I'm a great admirer of yours.

I've read all your press articles

and I loved every special issue,

particularly those dedicated

to the serial killers of the '70s.

You've been able to tell those terrible facts

from the point of view of the victims,

showing the cruelty of their executioners.

Do you want anything?

- I've already dined.

- Ah, come on.

Order something to keep me company

and then we'll talk about everything we need to talk about.

- Thank you, but I'd rather talk about this right now

and then go home.

- Okay.

How about a beer instead?

(pensive music)

(anticipatory music)

This is the file I was talking about on the phone.

It contains very important documents.

I assure you, it was not easy to retrieve them.

(music builds)

When I first read these documents,

I had chills for three consecutive days.

Unfortunately, it often happens

that people disappear without a trace.

Someone for love, someone for debt,

someone for fear, or something much worse.

But what are the chances

of people mysteriously disappearing

near a small village scattered in the mountains?

Well, with the help of several quite particular friends,

we discovered that there exists

a place on the border with Switzerland,

a place that mysteriously was deleted from all maps

after the year 900,

a small village, probably uninhabited.

Nobody talks about it, nobody names it,

but on some old encyclopedias and some maps dating back

to the period of the second war of independence,

here it is, Timere.

No articles, no evidence of its existence.

Almost every trace has been erased.

Only in a few small amateur blogs talking

about ghost cities,

urban legends and scary tales, Timere appears.

(dramatic music)

(Giordano chuckles)

I know what you're thinking,

"He's really crazy."

- Is it that obvious?

- A little bit.

Rebecca, I'm not some sociopath obsessed with you

who reached out to you just for a scoop.

I know, I know what I told you is fucking crazy.

I'm in IT.

And believe me, there is no one more skeptical than me,

but in the last six years,

dozens of people have disappeared

within a radius of 30 kilometers

around the point indicated on the map in here.

Not all were Italians,

and I'm sure that if I looked back,

over the years I would find more cases like these.

- Let's say if this is true,

what does that place have to do with my sister?

- Your sister is Samira de Marci's girlfriend.

Samira is my wife's sister.

My sister-in-law told my wife that she was helping Elena

to work with a missing persons case.

I know your sister wanted to follow in your footsteps

and become a great reporter like you.

When they left, Samira told her they were going

to the mountains for a vacation, but it wasn't true.

This file belongs to your sister.

She gave it to Samira

because she didn't want you to find out.

I tried to talk to the police about this by showing them

a copy of the file, of course, but they thought I was crazy.

So, I figured that only a smart,

motivated person like you could find my sister-in-law.

Your sister went to that place, I'm sure.

My sister-in-law has been missing for three months.

Three months.

It's taken some time to complete the puzzle.

There's so many missing pieces.

You're the only one who can do anything.

- [Elena] Yeah, sure.

What am I ever right?

- It's not about the fucking case, Elena.

It's about having common sense.

- Common sense?

I came to you excited to talk to you

about my news story to expose violence against women,

and you tell me it's too early

to deal with topics of this caliber?

As if only you are capable of doing this kind of job.

- That's not at all what I meant,

but I don't think you're ready to deal

with these matters yet, or worse still,

track down maniacs or crazy people and nut jobs.

- Oh, but you were right?

You started at 22 years old and I'm sure

that nobody said you can't.

- You don't know, you were just a kid,

but lots of people told me that.

- What did you do?

Did you listen to them?

Of course not.

And look how far you've come now.

Tell me, Sis, what are you afraid of?

That I can be better than you?

That even the little sister

of the great journalist Rebecca Leone can be talented?

I don't want to live under your shadow, Rebecca.

I want to show my skills and I certainly don't want

to do it in the gossip columns.

That's not what I want!

- Elena, Elena, wait!

(door slams)

(somber music)

(water drips)

(engine rumbling)

(upbeat music)

Hi, Alfredo.

I'm leaving right now.

I chose to spend my vacation days in the mountains.

The man I met tonight gave me some

really helpful information.

When I get back, I'll tell you everything, don't worry.

I think this columns' gonna be good for me.

I'll be back soon.

Kisses to you.

♪ When you talk too late ♪

♪ We talk too late ♪

♪ The wind, the rain, the sun, the moon ♪

♪ Now I see the sea, oh, oh ♪

♪ So, why won't this bring me ♪

♪ I want to be home ♪

♪ Don't go away ♪

♪ Jump right over the sun ♪

♪ Meet me to play if you don't ♪

♪ Won't you lay with me ♪

♪ I will never, never let you go ♪

(engine rumbling)

(anticipatory music)

(engine rumbling) (pensive music)

(handbrake cranks)

- [Commissioner Bionaz] Ma'am.

- Hello.

(music continues)

Have I done something wrong, Agent?

- At the moment, I'd say no.

I need your license and registration.

- [Rebecca] Sure.

(pensive music)

- Commissioner Thomas Bionaz.

- Excuse me?

- My name and my rank.

Commissioner Thomas Bionaz,

not agent.

- I didn't know there

was a French commissioner waiting for me here.

- So, what brings you to these parts late at night?

- I've just been told

that breathing mountain air is healthy,

so I chose to spend my vacation days

in a place far from the rest of the world.

- And you chose Timere?

Strange choice.

What do you do for a living?

- Oh, I'm a reporter.

- Ah.

I see.

You know, Timere is a quiet place.

Tidy, peaceful,

rarely frequented by tourists.

The laws of Timere are different

from the state that hosts us.

We have preserved the lifestyle and the laws,

the historical background,

quite different from what you're used to.

It's a wonderful place.

Perfect for a holiday (chuckles softly),

but also a place like Timere has its rules.

The curious and the strangers

that bring trouble are not welcome.

Understood?

(pensive music)

Ah, cars are not allowed in this town.

There's parking below for tourists.

- Thank you.

I'll keep your advice in mind.

- Enjoy your stay.

- Commissioner?

It's been hard to get out here and I couldn't book a room.

Can you tell me where I can stay?

- The inn of the Rossetti brothers.

There are no others in town.

(crickets chirping) (pensive music)

(wheels rattling) (eerie music)

(dog barking) (music builds)

(lighter flicks)

(eerie music builds)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- Is anyone here?

(eerie music)

(glass shatters) (dramatic music)

(door squeaking) (eerie music)

(music builds)

(dramatic music)

- Are you looking for someone?

- Yeah, I thought there was no one.

- And instead someone is here.

What exactly are you doing in my inn at this hour?

We're closed.

- [Rebecca] The door was open.

- Who would steal in a place of 100 inhabitants?

All the doors are open.

- Sorry, I didn't know.

- Did you get lost?

- I'm actually looking for a place to stay.

- Mm hm.

And how many nights?

- Well, I don't know,

but I could pay for my room for about three nights.

- Alone or a group?

- [Rebecca] I'm alone.

- Hm.

I'd say you're in luck then.

Two days ago, a couple of strangers arrived.

In our inn, you may be surprised,

but there are only two rooms.

As you can imagine, this is hardly a great metropolis.

However, you're lucky because another person left

the room just last night.

Jolanda!

My daughter will walk you upstairs.

You wouldn't get lost, but I'll have her accompany

you just to be polite.

Name?

- Rebecca Leone.

- Jolanda, there's a guest here!

Come here right now!

Your ID, please.

(eerie music)

About time.

- Yes, Mama.

(keys jingling)

- Take the lady to her room.

Move!

(key jingling) (music continues)

(chuckles softly) Goodnight.

- Thank you.

(soft music)

(wheels rattling)

- Clean towels are already in the bathroom.

You might sweat at night since sometimes

the heating switches on by itself being faulty.

But you can open the window if you get too warm.

Thank you.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(mysterious music)

(water splashing)

(eerie music)

(water splashing)

(Rebecca spits)

(music continues)

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

- Who's there?

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(lock clicks)

(birds chirping) (mysterious music)

- Well, I can't deny it.

Everything started because of a nightmare.

From that moment, poof, a demonic thriller was born.

I hate ghosts.

It really freaked me out.

And I'm not even a big fan of the horror genre,

but all that doesn't matter because thanks

to that fucking nightmare, I wrote a book.

But you can recognize my style,

and you know how you can tell?

The media. - Come on, Gaspare.

- She was really hot with big boobs, sensual voice,

a real erotic dream.

Tell me, how can you drink a beer at eight in the morning?

Your liver must be strong, my dear.

- [Rebecca] A coffee, please.

- An ordinary person in this hole of the mountains?

Finally!

Nothing personal.

Gaspare, Gaspare Innocenti, a name, a guarantee.

- That's to be seen.

Rebecca Leone.

- Rebecca Leone?

Really? The reporter?

- Reporter?

Here in Timere we don't want any trouble.

You understand? - Yes, I know.

You haven't been the first to tell me that since I got here.

- My goodness, she's a reporter, not a murderer.

- Mm, well, in my opinion,

reporters belong to a worse category, huh?

- How much for the coffee?

- Hm, I'll put that on your tab,

Reporter.

- That's so funny.

However, I'm Marta La Rocca.

- My wife, lucky for her.

- That's so funny.

- As you can imagine,

we already toured all three paths of this village.

So, if you want, we could be your guide.

- Don't worry, tour won't be for long.

In three minutes, we can show you every corner of Timere.

It's woods and yahoos.

- Since you put it that way, I'll gladly come with you.

(bell tolling) (anticipatory music)

(birds chirping) (mysterious music)

(singer vocalizing)

- You certainly picked a characteristic place

for your holiday.

- Well, we weren't headed here to be fair.

Gaspare hates satnav devices and he loves to be egocentric.

- Can't stand those devices that talk all the time.

"Turn here, turn there, do this-"

- Shut up!

Our destination was a small village in Switzerland,

but of course, we got lost.

So we asked to passerby a place to stay overnight

and he showed us Timere.

- We like this place,

but we believe that the brothers who run the inn,

you know that, right?

Otherwise it wouldn't explain that poor girl.

- Gaspare.

- [Gaspare] Okay, okay, I just told the truth.

(pensive music)

- [Gabriele] You lay your eyes on something dangerous.

- Gabriele, how are you?

Ah, yes.

He's the layman who manages the church

when the priest isn't here.

A less prehistoric man than the others.

- Nice to meet you.

My name is Rebecca.

- Yeah, I heard.

Word travels fast around here.

- So it seems.

- What brings you to Timere?

- On vacation.

- On vacation? Really?

- Excuse me, moment.

I have to make a call. - It's useless.

There's no signal anywhere here.

- That man there, the one with the hat,

you better leave him alone.

- Well, I hadn't planned on meeting him.

- I'm sure, but he'd loved to meet you.

Please excuse me.

(eerie music)

- Let's just get outta here.

- Who did you see?

- A man.

No big deal.

(eerie music) (indistinct whispering)

Elena?

(indistinct whispering) (dramatic music)

- Rebecca?

Are you okay?

(eerie music)

(bell tolls) (men chanting indistinctly)

(indistinct whispering)

(wine sloshing) (classical music)

To the people of the future lost in the past.

(glasses clinking)

- You haven't been completely honest

with the church servant earlier, have you?

Hm, I'll bet I'm right.

- You realize you can tell us.

You know, I didn't even know this place existed.

- Actually, I think no one knows about it,

or almost no one.

- I told you she was here for a story.

- Mm mm, you're way off.

I'm really not here as a reporter.

I'm here because I'm looking for someone.

- Ah, yeah, I heard.

I'm really sorry.

- Heard what?

- It's all right.

My sister's been missing for over three months

and no one bothered to look for her.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

And do you think she might be here?

- I don't know.

I hope so, but I don't know where to start.

- Well, we haven't seen many people around,

but I can say for sure that this place is so weird.

Everyone looks at us with curiosity,

but um, it's not just mere curiosity.

The other day, for example,

we talked to a girl who was staying

in your room before you had arrived here.

She almost seemed scared.

- Yes, that's true.

- But she said she was fine, but then she disappeared.

- What do you mean by that exactly?

- She left suddenly.

- Without saying goodbye.

- And you?

Why did you choose to go to Switzerland,

for vacation or business?

- Well (clears throat), um, I-

- He's not inspired and he's scared.

- That's not true.

- Yes, you are.

He's afraid his last book might be a flop

like his previous one and this makes him nervous,

but I read his book and it's amazing.

- I have no doubt.

What's the title?

- [Marta] "Over Hell."

- You are biased.

- And you're a wuss.

Now it's finally in print.

However, since I couldn't stand his anxiety,

I forced him to spend a week in the mountains.

Switzerland was just another place,

but the village I had chosen from the pictures looked cool.

- And instead, we ended up in Timere.

- I hope that you won't regret it.

(dramatic music) (wind whistling)

- Forgive the intrusion,

I haven't yet had the pleasure to meet our new guests.

(music continues)

- [Rebecca] Rebecca.

- What a lovely name.

- I turned my back for a second

and I lost sight of you (laughs).

Oh, I see you've had the pleasure

of meeting our beloved, Mr. Caleb.

- The mayor is always too kind.

- I'm just telling the truth.

You should know that Caleb runs our wonderful theater.

He's a true lover of art, a big romantic.

And then the foundations of Timere

were built because of the theater.

It's a real source of attraction for the tourists.

- In fact, all of the roads are clogged with traffic.

(Caleb chuckles)

- Mr. Innocenti is right.

It seems that our village is not a well-known place.

- Not for ordinary people,

but for the rich entrepreneurs, enthusiasts,

and important representatives of the theater and Europe,

it's a great tourist destination.

- Hm, I'm glad for you.

- [William] Do you like the wine?

- I'd be a liar if I didn't admit,

it's probably the best wine I've ever had in my life.

- I'm glad you like it.

Yes, that wine belongs to Mr. Caleb,

and it's obtained things to ancient procedures according

to his family tradition over many long, long years.

Ah.

- William, it's not appropriate.

- Nice to meet you.

I'm Marta.

(pensive music)

- You should know that my dear, William,

has been taking care of me for so many years.

Sometimes he seems a bit grumpy,

but he's a good man, after all.

I almost forgot, I'd like you to meet Cora and Anastasia,

my lovely friends.

- I knew it.

I got it all wrong.

I should have sold wine.

- Nice to meet you.

- (chuckles) Caleb,

I think you should invite our guests to the big event.

- [Mayor] That's a very good idea.

- Tonight, we will have the honor

to have in the Magic Theater of Timere the Nashira,

with their wonderful performance of ballet.

We would be delighted to have you in the audience.

Obviously, we will save the best seats for you.

- [Mayor] I'd say that's an offer you can't refuse.

- The last time I heard those words,

it didn't end very well.

- I'll take that as a yes, then.

(eerie music)

I'll see you later.

- You've met a very special man.

(anticipatory music)

- [Marta] How fascinating.

- "My lovely friends."

So exaggerated.

- Well, what did you think of him?

- I don't know yet.

(upbeat classical music)

- [Gaspare] Rebecca?

(music continues)

- I thought you weren't coming.

- I managed to talk him into it.

(music continues)

- Mr. Caleb saved three front row seats.

Have a good time.

(music continues)

- (groans) I hope I can stay awake during this.

(drum rolling)

(audience applauding) (pensive music)

- It is a great pleasure to be here

in front of such a warm audience.

Tonight, you will witness a performance that is unique,

overwhelming, hypnotic and distressing.

A performance that you will not easily forget,

a performance that I'm sure will shake your emotions,

your imagination, and even your soul.

From Piedmont, ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to present the Nashira.

Please, enjoy the show.

(audience applauding) (pensive music)

(eerie music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I thought you couldn't come.

- And yet,

I'm here.

(music continues)

Do you like the show?

- I liked it very much,

especially when you were onstage.

(music continues)

- Did you miss me?

- Every second.

And me?

- Every moment.

(music continues)

I missed everything about you.

Your charm, your delicacy,

your scent (exhales).

Your flavor.

- Take me now.

(music continues)

(Caleb growls)

(flesh squelching)

(audience applauding) (dramatic music)

(Caleb snarling) (music continues)

(audience chattering)

- What the hell was that?

(somber music) (ballerina sobbing)

(eerie music)

- He killed her.

I saw him do it.

- No.

Don't cry.

- (sobbing) Why did he do it?

He was right in front of me.

- Don't worry.

It's all over.

It's all over.

(dramatic music) (ballerina sobbing)

(Caleb snarling)

(ballerina screams) (dramatic music)

(Cora growls)

(ballerina screams) (dramatic music)

(audience cheering) (audience applauding)

(singer vocalizing)

(eerie music)

(water splashing)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(Rebecca screams)

(pensive music)

- Rebecca.

(eerie music)

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

(eerie music)

I'm here.

Come with me.

(music continues)

(singer vocalizing) (dramatic music)

Come join us.

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(singer vocalizing)

(men chanting indistinctly)

(indistinct whispering)

(somber music)

(mellow dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(vampires shrieking)

(Rebecca screams)

(birds chirping) (mysterious piano music)

(door closes)

- What do you need?

- [Rebecca] A coffee, please.

- [Giacinta] And what about your friends?

- I believe they're still asleep.

- I saw you at the theater yesterday.

Did you like the show?

- [Rebecca] I liked it a lot.

- Caleb is a great man.

He's loved by the people of Timere.

- I've noticed that.

If I may ask, why is he so admired around here?

- We owe everything to, Caleb.

Everything we have, everything we are is due to him.

- But your lifestyle is very different

from the rest of the world.

- The rest of the world is sick.

Caleb showed us the path to happiness.

- Every suffering thanks to him, vanishes.

We owe him everything.

I owe him everything.

It's thanks to Caleb my daughter's still alive.

- I'll be honest with you.

I didn't know Timere existed before my sister disappeared.

- The decision was made a long time ago

not to show Timere on the maps,

yet it's a more frequented old town than one would expect.

Regarding your search for your sister,

if this is where you're looking,

I don't think this is the right place.

- My sister is only 25.

She's young, and her last traces lead to Timere.

Please, I beg you to tell me,

if you know anything or if you've seen her.

- As I told her you,

in Timere there's peace and tranquility.

It's important to remember that the strangers

that bring trouble are not welcome here.

I haven't seen your sister.

And if I were you, I wouldn't walk alone somewhere

I'm not familiar with in a place

I suspect my sister has gone missing.

(dramatic music)

(lock rattling)

- I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't if I were you.

(pensive music)

- Hey?

Wait!

I said wait!

(Gabriele gasps)

Do you know where my sister is?

Is that man involved?

- You asked a lotta questions.

- No, unfortunately I've asked

too few questions since I've arrived,

but now that's gonna change.

- Follow me.

- [Rebecca] Why don't we talk right here?

(eerie music)

- No.

(pensive music)

(door slams) (music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

- Why are we in a church?

- This is a sacred place,

a place that protects us from evil.

It's not much frequented by the inhabitants of Timere.

Are you skeptical?

Journalists always are.

Actually nowadays, almost everyone is.

Just one trip to Timere will change your mind.

- Is that so?

- I'd say so.

(pensive music)

(sighs) My dear, Rebecca,

this whole town is an extremely dangerous place.

A little remote place,

known only by people in power

or those who thirst for cruelty.

Some people call it the Village of Miracles.

I prefer to call it the Village of the Devil.

- Who is Caleb?

- Don't you dare say his name in the house of the Lord.

His name is a curse,

and it's forbidden to talk about him in here.

- So tell me, is he the one who took my sister?

- I did meet Elena.

- What?

- She's a very sweet girl, but she's as stupid as you.

- When did you last see her?

- Rebecca, all who enter Timere stay in Timere.

- So why are you not in danger like us strangers are?

Are you one of them?

- I chose to step aside, to not accept the rules,

unlike the priest who proceeded me.

- So, that's what you do?

Are you willing to keep quiet and not save innocent lives,

all to save your own neck?

- You can imagine who you're dealing with.

That man is evil.

If he chose you as his next pray, oh,

then you will be a great dessert for him.

- If he's the evil one, why does everyone worship him?

Why do so many people come here just for him?

- Most of the time,

those with a skeptical mind cannot see

or understand what they cannot explain.

There are things that this universe

that cannot be explained, but are real.

He is dead, but hasn't died.

(dramatic music)

(liquid sloshing)

He's the boogeyman for children,

darkness for adults,

a chill of death that goes down the spine.

He's a wicked creature who lives on blood.

He's a beast, a monster, evil in man's clothes.

He has the power beyond all human experience.

He's a direct disciple of the devil.

(dramatic music)

- Haven't you just described him,

described him as the-

(Gabriele chuckles)

- Quite amazing, isn't it?

And I never said he's the only one.

He's watching you, Rebecca, just as he's watching all of us.

He's able to predict your every move.

You have to be very careful with him.

Very, very careful.

- This, this is, if everything you said is true,

why doesn't anyone confront it?

- You have a nice day, Rebecca.

(somber music)

- How did you know I was here?

- Are you kidding?

This place doesn't offer many alternatives.

And I know you're keeping an eye on him (chuckles).

Everything okay?

- Could be better.

I ended up having a rather unusual morning.

- Mine wasn't the best either.

Marta isn't feeling well.

She woke up with a severe headache,

so I left her in the room to rest.

She didn't even have lunch.

- Not just her, but I'm sure she'll be better soon.

- (scoffs) Women, most mysterious creatures in the universe.

(Rebecca chuckles)

- I don't think so (chuckles).

- May I ask, what are you reading?

- My sister's notes, written before she left.

In all her letters she talks about the theater,

the wine and Timere.

But it's strange that Caleb isn't mentioned.

Nobody ever talks about him.

- Maybe he's a man who doesn't like gossip.

- Maybe, but how is it possible

that a man who's so adored and apparently so well-known,

master of all things isn't quoted anywhere?

(eerie music)

- Reporter, there's a message for you.

(music builds) (singer vocalizing)

- Where'd this letter come from, the 19th century?

- [Caleb] "Dear Rebecca,

your presence in Timere gives me joy

and gives light to our little village.

I'd be delighted if you would accept my invitation

to drink good wine together so I can enjoy your company.

An hour after sunset I'll wait for you

at the restaurant where we first met.

Sincerely, Caleb."

- An invitation?

I don't like that man at all.

You're going?

Please tell me that you're not going.

She's going.

(sighs) Bad idea, bad idea.

(pensive music) (singer vocalizing)

(eerie music)

- [Commissioner Bionaz] The curious and the strangers

that bring trouble are not welcome.

- [Gabriele] There are things in this universe

that cannot be explained, but are real.

- [Gaspare] Bad idea, bad idea.

- [Mayor] You've met a very special man.

- [William] Mr. Caleb saved three front row seats.

(eerie music)

(music builds)

(Caleb snarls) (dramatic music)

(flesh squelching) (music fades)

(eerie music)

(Caleb screams)

(eerie music)

- Need help?

- No, thank you.

(door slams) (mysterious music)

(chair scraping) (soft music)

- Mr. Caleb apologizes for the delay.

In the meantime, would you look a good glass of red wine?

- Yes, thanks.

(liquid sloshing)

- Does it suit your taste?

(music continues)

It is a pleasure to see you.

Would you like some more wine?

- [Rebecca] No, thank you.

(music continues)

- As I recall you weren't here on business.

- Maybe I lied.

- If I don't consent?

- My suspicions would increase.

- I understand.

In this case you leave me no choice,

but to answer your questions

so that I can allay your suspicions.

- That's for me to determine.

- So, please,

proceed.

- Tell me about yourself.

Who are you?

- [Caleb] Is this an interview?

- Maybe, maybe not, who knows?

- I'm an ordinary man, very ambitious,

a lover of culture, of art and the theater.

- I've heard this before.

Tell me who you really are.

- This is who I am, whether you believe me or not.

- This is my sister, Elena.

She's been missing for over three months.

My parents died a long time ago

and I'm the only person she has left.

My sister was a journalist like me,

and she was investigating missing persons.

So, she found out

about an unknown little village called Timere.

Whoever approaches this place never comes home.

Tell me the truth.

Who's Caleb?

A young man so rich and famous,

master of an empire that no one knows about?

Or is this just what he wants everyone to believe?

Is it?

You know, they tell many stories about Timere,

and as many stories about you.

Tell me, who are you and what have you done to my sister?

(pensive music)

(liquid sloshing)

- When I lived in Eastern Europe for work,

I met a very important man.

He was adored and feared by his people.

He told me a phrase, a phrase I would never forget,

"The blood is the life."

(eerie music) (singer vocalizing)

I didn't immediately understand the meaning,

but then it became clear.

You love the aftertaste of my wine?

Indeed.

Everyone loves it.

Here.

What makes my wine so special,

and different from the other produced

in the rest of the world is a small ingredient.

The blood,

some very tiny drops.

Most of the time, we prefer to use young adepts blood,

but to make the wine really perfect,

we need to mix it with my blood (laughs).

(dramatic music)

I remember your sister.

I also remember her partner.

They were terrified.

Their hearts were beating,

but your sister was stronger,

and braver than her.

She couldn't be a mere beast to sacrifice.

She deserved a better fate, a greater fate.

So, I brought her into my kingdom.

(music builds)

Her blood...

(Caleb exhales)

I still remember her sweet taste.

(Caleb snarls)

(Caleb laughing) (dramatic music)

(singer vocalizing)

(music builds)

(music drowns out speech)

- Stay away from me.

Stay away from me!

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

- [Cora and Anastasia] Come with us.

Elena is waiting for you.

- No. Stay away.

- [Cora and Anastasia] There's room for you, too.

- Stay back!

- [Cora and Anastasia] There's room for you, too.

(Cora shrieks) (Anastasia shrieks)

- Stay back!

(dramatic music)

It's all in my head? - Why did you leave me?

- It's all in my head? - Why did you leave me?

- It's only in my head. - You're a wicked sister.

- It's only in my head. - You're a wicked sister.

(Rebecca sobs softly)

- [Caleb] You're a wicked sister.

(dramatic music)

- Ma'am?

Ma'am, please excuse me.

I hate to bother you, but I have a message for you.

(pensive music)

- [Caleb] "Dear Rebecca,

I apologize for not coming on our date tonight.

Unfortunately, something came up

that I can't get away from and I had to change my plans.

I'm sorry I didn't warn you in time,

but I promise I'll make it up to you.

In the meantime,

I took the liberty of bringing some good wine

to your room to make amends.

I hope to see you soon.

Sincerely, Caleb."

(liquid sloshing)

- Tonight we celebrate.

- Oh yeah?

And what are we celebrating?

- [Gaspare] Our departure.

- Our departure?

- Well, yes, my inspiration is back.

So, tomorrow we can finally leave this black hole.

- Where'd you get all this wine?

(liquid sloshing)

- Outside the door.

- [Marta] What do you mean outside the door?

- They probably gave us a gift.

Anyway, we have to drink until we feel sick,

but now before having done dirty things

on and under the sheets.

(glasses clinking) (soft music)

Fuck the anxiety and fuck Timere,

and the Mayor's fucking favorite.

- No, poor Caleb.

- Poor for shit.

Fuck him more than anyone.

(music continues)

(light switch clicks)

(pensive music)

(indistinct whispering)

(mellow music)

(singer vocalizing)

(music builds)

(dramatic music) (singer vocalizing)

(soft music) (water splashing)

- You want me?

- Yes.

- Me too.

- No!

(dramatic music)

(flesh squelching)

(eerie music) (fist banging)

- Rebecca?

Rebecca, it's Gaspare.

(fist banging) (eerie music)

I need your help.

I told you, I had one too many.

We were celebrating and we decided

to leave tomorrow morning.

Suddenly I collapsed, can't remember a fucking thing.

Boom, blackout.

But before I collapsed,

it seemed to me that the door of the room

had been opened by someone,

and when I woke up Marta was gone.

(pensive music)

Why are we here, in front of that villain's house?

- I understand you're upset, I know how it feels.

You have to trust me if you wanna find Marta.

- I am trusting you, but I don't understand.

- Caleb is much worse than you think, believe me.

(lock rattling) (eerie music)

- Okay.

But you can't use the front door

if you want to sneak into someone's house.

(eerie music)

(Rebecca thuds)

(music continues)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(William sniffing) (pensive music)

Marta! - No!

- You really think I won't do anything?

- Yes, or neither of us will leave this place.

(eerie music)

- [Caleb] Did he leave?

- [William] No, Sir.

- Good.

Have him wait.

- As you wish.

(pensive music)

- Wakey, wakey.

Can we keep her for us?

We won't ruin this pretty face.

- Yes, can we keep her for us?

- [Marta] What's going on here?

Where are my clothes?

(pensive music)

- Are you scared?

- No.

- You see?

She's not afraid of us (laughs).

- Stop that.

(Caleb growls) (pensive music)

- Please, please don't hurt me.

- Drink it.

- [Marta] No, I don't want to.

- Just trust me, you'll need it.

(eerie music)

- What is he making her drink?

(music builds)

- Son of a bitch! - No, no.

Shh!

Be quiet, please, please, please!

You'll get us both killed, get us both killed.

(dramatic music)

- Who, who are you?

- I'm Caleb.

(dramatic music) (Caleb growling)

(flesh squelching) (dramatic music)

- What the hell is going on here?

(Caleb growls)

(music continues) (singer vocalizing)

- We've got to get out of here, now!

(growling continues) (music continues)

(pensive music)

- Mr. Caleb is busy right now,

but if you want me to I will give him a message.

- Is that so?

Well, then tell Caleb that if he would like

to receive his ingredients in time,

and to have loyalty by his own men,

then he ought to show his gratitude personally,

rather than through his lackeys.

- Is that a threat, Commissioner?

- Maybe.

(chuckles) You don't like to joke, do you?

- Do I look like I'm joking to you?

(eerie music)

- (sighs) I should be on my way, then.

- Yes you should.

(dramatic music)

(door shuts)

- (gasps) Let's go.

(music continues)

- Run!

(music continues)

Come on!

(eerie music)

- Will you not join us?

- Gaspare!

(pensive music)

(Gaspare thuds)

- Thanks.

(fist thuds)

- No!

(metal clinks) (dramatic music)

(horn honking)

- (sighs) What is up with you?

(buttons clicking)

Hello?

Is this Mr. Giordano De Angelis?

Sorry to bother you at this late hour.

I'm Alfredo Biyanki, Editor of the newspaper,

"True Crimes" where Rebecca Leone works.

Yes, that's right.

I'm calling to ask you for some information about...

(Gaspare groaning) (somber music)

- Who the fuck are you?

(eerie music)

So, which one of you guys hit me?

- Me.

- My compliments.

Feels like a truck has hit me.

- I can imagine.

I'm sorry for um, I wanted to hit you on the shoulder,

but I was off a little bit.

- (chuckles) Don't worry.

In fact, there's not much difference

between my shoulder and my face.

- (laughs) What?

The guy's funny.

- [Gaspare] What'd she say?

- Yeah, what did she say?

- He's cool with the bruise on his cheek.

- Do you realize what you have done?

- I haven't done anything yet.

- You have no idea whom you're dealing with.

- Let me know.

It's time for you to tell me who Caleb is.

Has he always been like this?

- Not always.

- Please, Gabriele, my sister is probably

no longer with us because of him.

I need to know the whole truth, I beg you.

- Rebecca's right.

That man is a monster.

My lovely, Marta.

I don't know if I'll ever see her again.

(somber music)

- It's not known when it all began,

but we know some of his story.

- [Caleb's Mom] Caleb, stop playing.

Fill the bucket and bring the water to Drago.

- Yes, Mother.

(soft music)

Drago, what are you doing out here?

You'll always protect me, won't you?

(pensive music)

(Caleb's Father spits)

(water splashing) (Otis barking)

Otis, come here.

Come on, come on, Otis.

Hey, over here.

Come on, come on.

Otis, come on (laughs).

Come on, Otis (laughs).

(Otis panting) (soft music)

Stop, Otis.

You're gettin' my face wet.

Please, stop, okay, you win (chuckles).

- [Adele] Hi.

- Hello.

(music swells)

- Is that your dog?

What's his name?

- Otis.

- It's a good name.

(gentle music)

(singer vocalizing)

I wrote a letter for you.

I decided this will be our secret place.

When we can't meet, we'll leave a letter here

to tell each other what we want.

(soft music continues)

- [Caleb's Dad] Caleb!

(dramatic music)

- [Caleb] Oh no!

- What's going on?

- I have to go.

- Caleb!

(pensive music)

(Caleb panting)

- [Caleb] Come on, Otis.

- [Caleb's Dad] Where are you going?

(pensive music)

(Caleb gasps)

- Please, Father, no.

- Where were you?

Where do you go everyday, hm?

- I play in the woods, Father.

- In the woods.

And with whom?

Have you found yourself a friend to play with?

(Caleb grunts)

(hand slaps)

(Otis barking) (somber music)

- No, please.

(Otis barking)

- Now I'm gonna teach you

the most important lesson of your life.

You bastard! (Caleb yelling)

- Father, please, stop.

(singer vocalizing) (somber music)

(Otis barking)

- Now I'll silence you forever.

- No, no, no, no.

(Caleb cries) (sword thuds)

No (sobbing). (Otis whimpers)

No, no, no, no (sobbing).

(somber music)

(soft music)

(singer vocalizing)

- How did you know I was here?

- Your scent has guided me here.

- Or maybe you found the letter indicating

where you'd find me.

- That's a possibility.

(music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

(somber music)

(bugs chirping) (music continues)

- [Adele] I knew you'd be here.

- [Caleb] Why?

- Well, I snuck into your room,

but you weren't there.

What troubles you so that you left

your bed in the middle of the night?

- Tomorrow, the fear of not seeing the stars again,

the fear of not seeing you again.

- Then be happy, for I will always be here by your side.

- But not me by your side.

- Caleb,

what's coming tomorrow?

- I must leave.

- [Adele] Where?

- Eastern Europe.

Transylvania.

- Well, then, I must hurry and take what I need to leave.

- No.

- No?

- No.

I can't take you with me.

- Why do you say that?

- I have to go to Transylvania alone

to pay off my father's debts.

- [Adele] Debts?

But how?

- I don't know.

It would be too risky,

and I can't let anyone hurt you.

- It's not fair.

You can't leave.

Not like this, not without me (sobs)!

- The world is not fair, Adele.

(Adele sobbing) (somber music)

- If fate has decided this, we cannot oppose it.

But before you leave,

I want to be yours forever.

(soft music)

- Be good without me, Drago.

I'll miss you.

(soft music)

(singer vocalizing)

(pensive music)

"My beloved, Adele,

the image of your sweet face accompanies me at every moment.

You are always in my thoughts.

Only a few weeks have passed since my departure,

but this obligatory distance is a heavy burden.

However, my heart rejoices at the thought

that I will soon be back in the arms of the most beautiful,

lovable and most generous woman.

Here I met a man, a count.

I shudder to see him,

but he seems to be a very powerful and wealthy man.

I will work at his service with the promise

that he will help me to settle my father's debts,

and that I will soon be free.

Every night I kiss your sweet lips in my dreams.

I will never stop loving you.

Yours, Caleb."

(somber music) (singer vocalizing)

(horse nickering)

(Caleb's Mother sobbing)

Mother?

- I'm sorry. - Shh.

I'm here now.

- There was nothing I could do to save her.

I couldn't do anything.

(somber music)

- Where is she?

(music continues)

(Caleb sobs)

(dramatic music)

(wind whistling)

(nails scraping)

(Caleb snarling) (music continues)

- Caleb?

- No, Caleb is dead.

- Then who are you?

- I'm what you created,

and I'm here to do what Caleb

should have done a long time ago.

(flesh squelching) (dramatic music)

(Caleb snarling) (music continues)

(Caleb's Mother screams)

- Try and imagine what happened to his mother.

- (speaking in foreign language) or whatever.

- What did she say?

- You really wanna know?

- [Gaspare] Wow, very high tech.

- I could understand his thirst

for revenge against his parents,

but I can't understand why he's so revered

by the inhabitants of Timere.

- By the inhabitants of Timere (chuckles)?

Caleb is loved all over Europe.

He's a myth, a legend.

Rich people know his power.

- But so what?

- The lady is curious.

(pensive music)

Do you wanna know why that son of a bitch is so loved?

In the past, he used his power to help the weak,

desperate peasants, veterans of war,

rich entrepreneurs brought their loved ones

to Caleb asking him to heal them from the terrible diseases

they had been afflicted by,

plague, rubella, leprosy, scarlet fever, tuberculosis,

and so on.

In appearance they seemed to heal,

but hell was waiting for them.

Those poor souls have been damned for all eternity.

(air whooshing)

- It all makes sense now, but why my sister?

Why so many souls?

- What do vampires feed on?

Blood.

Blood is life for them.

You know that.

How do they feed themselves without alerting strangers?

With the help of the inhabitants,

with the help of their admirers,

not to mention the wine.

Their blood, the blood of Caleb and his devotees,

it's in the wine.

And on reflection, all of us are potentially damned already.

If one of them bit us in the neck

and decided not to drink all our blood,

well, then we too would be destined to die,

and wake up like Satan's beasts.

Take these.

We'll need them.

- And Marta?

What will happen to her?

- Lost by my cigar.

- I'm really sorry.

- I've been waiting for this moment

for 12 years and thanks to you,

I'll have my revenge on that fucking bloodsucker.

- [Rebecca] Thanks to us?

- Caleb will come find you.

You have exposed him and you've been chosen

as his next victim.

By standing with you we'll have our last chance

to catch the vampire and send him to hell,

so as not to lose innocent people again.

- Why wait this long?

Why was he not stopped before?

If you made that decision years ago, my Marta,

her sister and so many others would still be alive.

- You have been an example.

We observed him.

We tried to approach him several times,

but without any results.

Your courage drove Gabriele to call us and face once

and for all a curse that has been going on for centuries.

No one in all this time has gotten as close to him as you.

- She doesn't just speak Chinese.

- Because I don't live here.

Caleb has no power outside of Timere.

One who enters his territory becomes his prey.

But if the vampire crosses the border,

then he is a beast to be eradicated.

This is why Timere is no longer on the map,

agreements made with the highest levels

of government long ago.

- So, we just need to leave to be safe?

- Once you've entered Timere,

they won't let you just leave.

Now, the people of the village are on alert

and they will not rest until they have found you.

- How many vampires are there in this village?

- We don't know that.

And sadly, they are not the only enemies.

To know the exact number of vampires roaming

the walls of Timere would have surely helped us.

- Perhaps, I know how to help you.

(dramatic music) (door creaking)

(weapons cocking)

(music builds)

(pensive music)

- If they're not here in 15 minutes, I'll go get them.

(owl hooting)

(dramatic music)

- Is that it?

- Oh my God.

- Lord of the universe, my God and my all,

I ask you in your Holy name, I ask you for your Holy wounds.

I am asking for your cross.

The blood and water that poured from your side,

come down on them to purify them, to heal and to free them.

(cap clinks)

Amen.

(sword clinking) (air whooshing)

(swords thudding) (vampire shrieks)

(eerie music)

- I don't know how I missed that.

- Vampires have a mind clouding ability.

So Caleb probably clouded yours

by showing you what he wanted you to see.

(dramatic music)

- I don't recognize any...

Wait.

- What?

(dramatic music)

Holy shit.

(eerie music)

Rebecca!

(music builds)

(music fades)

(eerie music)

(girl giggling) (music continues)

(music builds)

(Jolanda shrieks)

(vampires snarling) (dramatic music)

(fists thudding)

- Gabriele!

(shots firing)

(Jolanda shrieking) (dramatic music)

- Move!

(blood squirting)

(eerie music)

(gun cocks)

- Let's head out back.

Run!

(dramatic music)

(shovel clangs)

- What have you done to my daughter (grunting)?

(guns cocking)

- Move.

(Giacinta grunting)

Mr. Caleb will reward me handsomely when he finds out

I blew your brains out.

- [Commissioner Bionaz] That's enough.

- Commissioner, but they- - Shut up.

- They wounded our daughter.

- And Caleb will punish them for it.

(Jolanda snarling) (dramatic music)

- Little daughter.

(Jolanda snarling)

(fist thuds)

(arrow thuds) (dramatic music)

(Giacinta screams)

(blood squirting)

No, no, no, my daughter, no, no, no!

(dramatic music)

(gun cocks) (music builds)

(shot firing) (blood squirting)

- He was human.

(music builds)

(Commissioner Bionaz snarling) (fist thudding)

- Nice try.

(dramatic music)

(arrow clinks)

(dramatic music)

- I'll kill you (screams).

(Giacinta laughs).

(fists thudding) (dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

- Don't move.

Or I swear to God I'll blow your guts out.

- Oh, I'm so scared (laughs).

- Why don't you fuck off?

(shot firing) (Giacinta groans)

(indistinct whispering) (eerie music)

(woman laughing)

(men chanting indistinctly)

(indistinct whispering) (eerie music)

(door slams) (dramatic music)

- No, no, no, no!

- [Caleb] There are doors that must not be opened, Rebecca.

(eerie music)

Don't be scared.

I'm waiting for you.

- Where?

- I saved you front row seats (shrieking).

- Rebecca?

(fists thudding) (Gaspare grunting)

- He's in the theater.

(dramatic music) (Commissioner Bionaz snarls)

In the theater.

- Who?

(fist thuds)

(Commissioner Bionaz snarls) (dramatic music)

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Rebecca!

- He took her.

He's taken her to him.

(dramatic music)

(sword clinking)

(vampire shrieks)

(vampire snarling)

- I'll drink every drop of your blood.

(vampire snarls) (sword thuds)

(dramatic music)

(vampire snarling)

(Raoul whistles)

(shots firing)

- You missed me.

- I know. (gun cocks)

(shot firing)

(knife thuds)

(shot firing) (dramatic music)

- Raoul!

- Why is he screaming?

- He isn't here.

We have to go.

- What the hell do you mean?

- He took her!

Caleb isn't in the castle, he's in the theater!

(dramatic music)

- Marta?

- Don't worry, she's fine.

Pretty soon you'll be better, too.

- [Caleb] Don't be afraid, Rebecca.

This will be a very important night for you.

(eerie music)

- So that's why you gathered everyone together?

- Everyone? No.

Only the most loyal,

and of course, the new arrival.

- When you took Marta,

the others weren't there.

What's the difference between her and me?

- Precautions.

Very soon, your friends will try to stop the right,

but only you were chosen,

chosen for the gift of immortality.

You should be happy.

You should be grateful.

- You, you killed my sister.

You killed hundreds of innocent people.

You don't give immortality.

You condemn people to eternal evil!

(Caleb laughing) (dramatic music)

- Pardon my language, Gabriele,

but your plan's fucking stupid.

- It's the only safe access, Raoul.

They know we're coming.

We have to be smart and meticulous.

- I would have torn down the door by now.

- Mei Chang, he's doing his best.

(pensive music)

- Tell me Rebecca,

why do you think what I offer is damnation and not a gift?

Don't people kill innocent little animals every day

to feed themselves?

Or do you think those poor beings don't suffer?

You eat their meat, you cook them as you prefer.

Some of you loved them raw.

Not to mention, men feeding on other men,

feeding on other women or even worse,

on little innocent ones.

Man is willing to commit the unimaginable

without mercy to survive.

And you, you hate me?

For what?

I grant immortality.

I grant eternal wellbeing.

I grant the gift of eternal youth

in exchange for their blood.

- You condemn them to burn in hell.

You prevent them from loving.

You prevent them from having a family.

You prevent them from making mistakes.

You removed any shred of their humanity for selfish reasons.

Who are you to judge who is deserving and who is not?

You don't grant them immortality.

You take their lives since they are all already dead!

(sobbing) You are not the savior.

You are pure evil incarnate (sobbing).

(somber music)

- A long time ago,

my heart was ripped out,

over and over again.

The most beautiful flower I ever had

was severed from this land in the worst possible way.

God has disowned me.

God has condemned me.

I am who I am because your God wanted this.

I would've given my life for her,

but I was not given that choice.

If a vampire drinks the blood of a lifeless body,

then they die.

She was already dead when I found her (inhales sharply),

and I could not do anything.

- But my sister was alive and she would have gone on living.

- But your sister is alive, unlike my beloved.

(soft music)

- Elena?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about everything.

- Don't cry, Rebecca.

Everything's fine now.

I've never felt better.

Join us, my sister.

What Caleb showed me is the only way to happiness.

- No.

(Elena shrieking)

(arrow thuds) (Elena gasps)

(Caleb gasping)

- No!

Go get him!

(dramatic music) (shots firing)

(men groaning)

(Commissioner Bionaz snarling)

(shots firing)

(William snarling)

(dramatic music)

(sword clinks)

(blood gushing) (dramatic music)

(Rebecca sobbing)

- Rest in peace now.

I love you (sobs).

- Rebecca?

Rebecca, we have to go.

(pensive music)

Marta?

- Hello, my darling.

- That's not Marta.

That's just another bitch of the devil.

(Marta snarling)

- Give me the flask.

- I need it.

- Give me the flask and drive a stake through her heart.

(dramatic music)

(Caleb snarling)

- I was really a fool to believe that I did not have

to kill a priest again.

- In fact, I'm no priest.

In the name of Jesus, blessed be his name,

in the name of the Lord of all creation,

you who gave your apostles the power

to walk on snakes and scorpions,

give me the strength to face and destroy

his servant of Satan.

By the blood, I bless you and bind you

in the name of Jesus Christ.

(Caleb laughs)

- You scared me (growls). (Gabriele screams)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

Delicious.

- Caleb, in the name of God, I bless you (groans)!

(Caleb shrieks) (dramatic music)

(pensive music)

(Anastasia shrieks)

(fist thuds)

- Looking for your soul?

Come and get it (shrieks).

(fists thudding) (dramatic music)

(sword clinking)

(flesh squelching)

(sword clinking) (flesh squelching)

(dramatic music)

(sword thuds)

(soft music)

(shot firing)

(somber music) (singer vocalizing)

- No!

You bastard!

(arrow whizzing) (Mayor groaning)

(somber music)

- I'm not a vampire, I'm not a vampire.

I don't wanna die.

Let me get bitten. (fist thuds)

(somber music)

- I love you.

(music continues)

- [Raoul] Adam!

(dramatic music)

(William snarls)

- Do you really think your friend will save you?

- No.

(William snarls)

But I still have hope.

(foot thuds) (William grunts)

(William shrieks)

(dramatic music) (fists thudding)

(William snarls)

- Tell me, do you still have hope now?

(William snarls) (shot firing)

(dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

- Adam!

(neck cracking)

(dramatic music)

(knife thuds)

(Adam panting)

- [Adam] I'm not dead yet.

- No.

- Do it.

I don't wanna become one of them.

Do it, my friend, please (panting).

(somber music)

Thanks,

for everything.

(Adam groaning) (knife thudding)

(somber music) (singer vocalizing)

(blood gushing)

(pensive music)

- No.

(eerie music)

- You feel sorry for your friend.

Look at me.

You're not happy to see me (snarls).

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

Don't you want to come closer (snarls)?

To touch me,

to kiss me?

(somber music)

- I love you and I always will,

but you're no longer my Marta.

(knife thuds) (Marta yells)

(Marta groaning) (Gaspare sobbing)

(blood gushing) (Marta gurgling)

(knife thuds) (blood gushing)

(Gaspare panting)

Caleb!

(Gabriele panting)

- Apply pressure. - Thanks.

Rebecca!

(pensive music) (Gabriele groaning)

- How many bullets do you have left?

- Three in all.

- I certainly hope you're hell of a shot.

(Caleb snarling) (pensive music)

- Was it so hard to step aside?

To let fate take its course?

Look around you.

Look at all the lifeless bodies around you because of you,

because of your rebellion!

- More than half were already dead.

- It's not our fault, but yours!

What you've done so far isn't right, Caleb.

- Who are you to judge what's right and what's wrong?

- You've condemned hundreds of innocent people

throughout all these years you fucking leech.

Those who gave their life today did it

for a very specific purpose,

to put an end to your curse and you once and for all.

And I, I will honor their lives

by dancing on your wretched corpse.

(Caleb laughs)

- And you think I'll be killed so easily?

Do you think you're the only ones who dared to challenge me?

The foundations of Timere

are built on the bodies of your predecessors.

- Rebecca, come back here.

- Caleb, listen to me.

I know your story.

I know what they did to you,

and I can imagine the pain you went through.

- No, you can't!

- Yes, I can!

I lost both my parents when I was 19 years old.

They were murdered by a coward

for a few measly pennies.

I raised my sister on my own

and I did it the hard way!

I have never encouraged her.

I've always said that dreams remain dreams.

I always told her that she couldn't become a reporter,

because I was just selfish.

Maybe I was afraid that she would become smarter than me,

but she was better than me!

When I decided to make up for it,

it was too late because you took her away from me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what your father did to you,

for what he did to your beloved.

But you, you don't have to be like him.

You can be better than he was.

(shot firing) (Caleb growling)

(somber music)

- Now it's over.

(Caleb snarling) (pensive music)

- Yes, now it's over.

(clock ticking)

(light clicks)

- Rebecca?

(light clicks)

- What?

(dramatic music)

(Caleb snarling) (flesh squelching)

(Rebecca gasps)

- Please, my Lord, protect me!

(Gabriele screams) (dramatic music)

- Rebecca, stay close! - Gaspare!

(Gaspare screams)

(light clicks) (somber music)

Stop, please don't!

(Caleb snarling)

- It was nice being your friend.

- Caleb, please, it doesn't have to end like this.

Caleb, I beg you, let him go.

(somber music)

(Gaspare's neck snaps)

No!

(Caleb snarling)

(Rebecca sobs)

(pensive music)

Where is it?

(Caleb snarls)

- There's on thing you're not wrong about.

I am not like my father.

I am much worse than him (snarls).

(Caleb shrieking)

- Go to hell you mother fucker.

(shot firing)

(Caleb groaning) (pensive music)

- You think that's going to make a difference?

That everything will end with my death?

No.

We are everywhere (panting).

There's no going back,

and my death won't bring your sister back to life.

- It's true, it will not end with your death,

but it's a great start (yells)!

(knife thuds)

(Caleb gasping) (somber music)

(singer vocalizing)

(soft music)

(singer vocalizing)

(uplifting music)

(gentle music)

(singer vocalizing)

(dramatic music)

(singer vocalizing)

(eerie music)

(Caleb snarling)

(dramatic music)

(music fades)