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Confounded fog! Makes the matches
so damp, you know.

There we are.

This, of course...

...is London.

And I am William Castle.

It's good to see you again,
my homicidal friends.

This time, our story is
of a different kind.

It's an old-fashioned story.

Full of gallantry...

...and graciousness...

...and ghouls.

Do you know about ghouls?

They are--

Well, let me find you
an exact definition.

Let me see....

"Goom," that's an odd word. It means:
"To search for game in the dark."

"Ghost...."

Here it is. "Ghoul:

An evil being who robs graves...

...and feeds on corpses."

Ah, yes, just an old-fashioned story.

I hope you enjoy it.

I hope your nightmares are nice ones.

So nice to have met you again.

Good morning, doctor. Stay, you might
find this interesting.

-Wainwright, apply the heat.
-Yes, Sir Robert.

-Exactly 30 seconds, Wainwright.
-Quite, sir.

That doesn't hurt, does it?

No, doctor. It's nice and warm.

-Then we'll resume the massage.
-Good.

That's all very well, but Sir Robert
Cargrave can't possibly see you now.

But the letter--

My master told me to put it
only in Sir Robert's hand.

-I'll give it to him.
-No, Sir Robert's.

Sir, I will place the letter in Sir
Robert's hands when he is available.

If that doesn't please you,
you can leave.

No, no, no. My master would--

Now, listen...

...if I give you the letter,
do you promise--?

I promise I'll place it
in his hand.

Now, young lady,
try doing that yourself.

But, doctor, I couldn't.

-She's never been able to do that.
-Come, come. You must try.

Good girl.

I did it! I did it!

It worked.
Your treatment worked again!

Yes, thank God.

Bless you for this, Sir Robert.

You can take her home.

Keep up the exercises.
I'll see you Tuesday.

Wainwright, let's see
if the post is here.

The post?

Oh, yes! The new instrument
from Scotland.

Sir Robert, in yesterday's class,
just before you dismissed us...

-...you said something odd about--
-A poison that cures some paralysis?

Nothing odd about it.

Deadly poisons
can sometimes be useful medicines.

-Such as belladonna?
-Quite right. Fatally toxic...

...but good for treating
the optic nerve.

-You weren't referring to belladonna.
-No, it was--

-Is the post here?
-Yes, a number of letters.

-Anything from Scotland?
-Yes, a package from Edinburgh.

-Edinburgh, right.
-Also, there's--

From Dr. Wood.

Here it is.

Look at this, Wainwright.

Originally theorized two
centuries ago or more...

...by Dr. Christopher Wren.

Only recently, through work
by Dr. Wood...

...has it at all seemed practical.

-There, isn't that beautiful?
-Very beautiful.

You see, it's nothing more
than a syringe attached to a needle.

An ordinary needle?

No, a very extraordinary needle.
A hollow needle.

A hypodermic needle.

"Hypodermic." In other words,
it is meant to puncture the skin.

Delivering drugs directly
and immediately.

-Ingenious, sir!
-Key words: "directly," "immediately."

Sir Robert....

Sir Robert, may I call
your attention to a letter--?

-Bypassing the digestive system.
-Yes, sir.

-What's this?
-By special messenger.

-It appears to be from the Continent.
-Well--

One moment.

-Could I be alone for a moment?
-Of course, Sir Robert.

I must go at any rate, sir. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Wainwright.

My father forbids our marriage.
He says you're a failure.

I must marry a man of substance,
he says. A wealthy widower.

Sister!

You called, Sir Robert?

-Yes. Please do something for me.
-Of course.

-Cancel all my appointments.
-For how long, Sir Robert?

Don't know.
Indefinitely.

And please arrange
transportation to...

...the region of Gorslava,
Central Europe.

Gorslava? Yes, sir.
How soon do you wish to leave?

Soon.

As soon as I possibly can.

There is no coach that will take
you in that direction.

The country up there
is wild and mountainous.

The roads are bad.

Some places, there are
no roads at all.

I was to be met by a private coach.

A private coach, from those parts?
Nobody lives up there.

But I assure you somebody does.
My host, Baron Sardonicus.

Sardonicus?

-Yes. What do you know of him?
-Nothing, sir. I know nothing.

I said nothing against
the baron, did I?

No, but hearing
his name frightened you.

No, not at all.

Don't dissemble.
Why were you frightened?

Sir, you would not understand.
You are young.

You do not yet have daughters.

-Sir Robert Cargrave?
-Yes.

I'm called Krull. Your humble servant.

It was I who brought you
the letter weeks ago.

You serve the baroness?

I serve the baron,
who is most eager to meet you.

Shall we go?

Please.

After you, sir.

My dear Sir Robert, it has been
a long time since I last saw you.

Will you remember
the former Maude Randall?

I'm married now and live in Gorslava
with my husband, Baron Sardonicus.

I've often told him of you
and your researches...

...and recently we've read
of your being knighted.

The baron desires
to meet you.

It is most urgent to my
well-being that he meet you.

Most urgent to my well-being.
Most urgent....

No, not this way.

My God!

-What's the meaning of this?
-They're only leeches.

I know what they are, but why?

They're supposed
to cure certain afflictions.

Nonsense. She could've died
or been disfigured!

Thank God I saw her in time.

There, that's better.

You'll be all right now.

-And what is her "affliction"?
-Her affliction? None, sir.

None? Blast it, man, explain yourself!

Well, she is....

Do you not,
in your own work, make use...

...of what you call guinea pigs?

-At whose bidding was this done?
-The master's.

-Baron Sardonicus?
-There is no other master.

I'll take up the matter with him.

Untie this poor girl.
See that she rests.

Give her brandy
and the juice of red meat.

I'll treat her face presently.

Just as you say, Sir Robert.
Now, the baroness awaits you.

The salon is over there.

Robert!

Baroness.

No, please. Call me Maude
as you did in the old days.

These are not the old days, Maude.

That's much better.

Now, come sit down
and tell me all about yourself.

Do you miss London?

We're cozy here. We have all
the current journals and gazettes.

I order fashions from Paris and
musical scores from Rome and Berlin...

...all the popular novels. Mr. Conan
Doyle is a fascinating writer.

-Then you do not miss London?
-I did not say that.

But tell me how you've fared.

I've fared well.
Perhaps better than I deserve.

My researches have been fruitful.
My name is known.

I've been made a knight
at rather an early age.

And love?

I'm busy, night and day.
The clinic, my classes...

...writing papers, experimenting,
making speeches....

Come now, Robert. You're suggesting
that you have no time for love?

-There have been no others, Maude.
-Oh, Robert.

-You must be tired from your journey.
-Yes, and worse for dust.

We'll dine soon.

Krull will show you
to your rooms. You can freshen up.

I will ring for him.

-You wish something, my lady?
-Would you show him to his rooms?

At once, my lady.

-Until dinner, then.
-Until dinner.

You're puzzled by
the empty frames, sir?

Yes. They do seem rather strange.

The baron is an unusual man,
of unusual convictions.

In such frames, others would
honor portraits of their forebears.

But the baron has disowned his
forefathers in one brilliant gesture.

Here are your chambers, sir. I trust
you'll find things to your liking.

-If not--
-I'm sure I will.

The maidservant. I must treat
the wounds on her face.

She is resting, sir, as you advised.

I've treated her face with hot
compresses and disinfectant tincture.

Excellent. So you are a man
of medicine, Krull?

I'm a man of all work, sir.

When my master says, "Krull, do
this thing," I do the thing...

...whatever it may be.

-That's most commendable.
-Thank you, sir.

-Who is it?
-It's Anna, sir.

-I must speak to you.
-Just a moment.

It's you. How do you feel?

You won't tell them I spoke
to you, sir?

-Very well, but....
-They'd punish me.

Rubbish. But I won't tell them.
What do you want?

Sir, you won't let them
do that to me again, will you?

-Promise you won't let them.
-You've my word.

Thank you, sir. Thank you!

-Now that you're here....
-Yes?

Now that you're here, sir...

-...maybe the experimenting will stop.
-What do you mean?

No more, sir.
I must not be found here.

I hope the maidservant wasn't
being a nuisance, sir.

No, not at all.

Krull, what is
that padlocked door over there?

I can't tell you. Only the master
has been on the other side.

He has the only key.

The servants call it
"The Chamber of Horrors."

A jest, sir.

Yes, I'm sure.

You see, we do
very little entertaining.

My husband hates throngs of people.

Maude.

Yes.

In your letter,
your rather odd letter...

...you said that my presence here
was urgent to your well-being.

-What did you mean?
-Did I say that? How foolish of me.

I meant that I longed to be the
hostess again, to see a familiar face.

No, you meant more than that.
But what?

I'm sure I don't know.

Very well, but your castle
is no ordinary castle.

-People fear your husband--
-Robert, I think you exaggerate.

Perhaps. But I am very anxious
to meet the baron, face to--

Sir Robert Cargrave?

Yes.

I am Baron Sardonicus.

-It's a pleasure to meet you.
-The pleasure's mine. Let's be seated.

-My mask disturbs you, Sir Robert?
-It'd be foolish of me to deny it.

Quite so. It is an idiosyncrasy
of mine. But necessary, I assure you.

Later, I'll tell you the reason.
For now, please sample our poor fare.

Not poor at all. It looks delicious.

But are you not joining us?

Just a little brandy.
I've already dined.

If that will be all, I should attend
to a little servant problem.

-Yes, that will be all.
-Thank you, sir.

Sir Robert. Do tell us what's
been happening on the London stage.

Well, let me see....

There you are...

...waiting for me
like a good, obedient girl.

Krull, please.

But you're not always
obedient, are you?

-Please, Krull.
-We must have a little talk, Anna.

You and I,
and some friends of yours.

Some little friends of yours.

No!

-Not the leeches again!
-Let us hope not.

But you see, you're a very
naughty girl.

I forbade you to speak
to Sir Robert, yet you spoke to him.

That is too bad of you.

I didn't. I didn't speak to him.

Lies now.
First disobedience, then lies.

Come now. Tell me
what you said to Sir Robert.

I said nothing.

Tell me, or I'll bring
the leeches again.

No. Please, no.

They are so thirsty,
the little fellas.

So thirsty for the sweet nectar
that flows in your veins.

Krull, no.

This time, they'll sip not only
from your face.

This time the leeches will get
better acquainted with you.

There are so many of the little
fellows, eager to know you better.

They'll cover you from your face,
down your whole body.

All the way down to your toes.

No! No, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't do that, Krull.

Perhaps it should be reversed?

We should begin with the toes,
and work up.

Yes.

No!

No!

Stop!

I'll tell you! I'll tell you!

Seems like an interesting season,
particularly the Macbeth revival.

Macbeth is such a totally
evil character, right?

I've never thought so. A man pressed
into evil by circumstances.

But Iago, a creature of pure evil,
with no redeeming qualities...

...who tormented Othello
with ghoulish delight--

Ghoulish, you say.

That isn't a term to be used lightly.
A ghoul, I'm sure you know...

...is a disgusting creature who opens
graves and feeds on corpses.

-Are you suggesting Iago did that?
-Dear, he used the term figuratively.

Perhaps so.

The English don't believe
in ghouls, do they?

-Well, I--
-Of course not.

But in my country, we do believe.
In fact, Sir Robert....

-In fact, I have known a ghoul.
-Indeed?

You English, nothing shocks you.
You are so blasé.

Or can it be that you
don't believe me?

It'd be discourteous
to doubt one's host.

An Englishman may be many things,
but never discourteous.

Let me tell you about this ghoul.

-They're here, sir.
-I'll be there presently.

Thank you, sir.

Perhaps we might finish our
discussion on ghouls some other time.

-Of course.
-I have very important visitors...

-...if you will forgive me.
-Certainly.

Stay together, ladies. I have
a nice little surprise for you.

This way, ladies. So come along.

Here we are, all nice and cozy.

The master will be with us presently.

-I beg your pardon, sir.
-Yes?

-You said it was a party.
-Right, a little private party...

...with lots of choice food and wine.

-Didn't you say something about gold?
-I did.

A piece of gold for each.

And for the lucky one, even more.

-The lucky one?
-That's right, the lucky one.

Charming to meet you. Good of you
to accept my invitation.

I trust we'll enjoy one another's
company tonight.

Wine is a wondrous bounty. A blessing.

There is a wine for every mood.

There is champagne...

...gay and carefree.

Then there is claret...

...full-bodied and richly satisfying.

Then we have the wine of Portugal...

...dark and sensuous...

...and thick as blood.

As with wine...

...so with women.

This way.

No, that's it.

That's it.

For every mood.

Dark.

Saucy.

Slender.

Buxom.

And fair.

And for tonight....

This one.

Pay the others and dismiss them.

Come, ladies. This way.

Come on, come on.

No, not you. You stay here.

My journey has fatigued me
more than I thought.

I should retire.

Of course. I understand.

And Robert?

Yes?

You were right. Your presence
is most urgent to my well-being.

Most urgent.

But what--?

Not now.

Good night.

Good night, Maude.

You are a very pretty little thing.

Thank you, sir.

And a very shy little thing.

Well, sir...

...I've never known a fine gentleman
like yourself.

Do you find me pleasant?

Yes, sir. Only--

Only what?

Well, sir...

...you would be much more pleasant
without that funny mask.

A nice little girl.

No!

You would not understand.

You are young.

You do not yet have...

...daughters.

Now that you are here, sir...

...maybe the experimenting will stop.

I'm a man of all work, sir.

When my master says, "Do this thing"...

...I do the thing.

Whatever it may be.

Most urgent to my well-being.

Most urgent to my well-being.

Most urgent. Most urgent.

Most urgent....

I have known a ghoul.

A disgusting creature
who opens graves...

...and feeds on corpses.

-Good morning, Sir Robert.
-Good morning.

-May I know your breakfast preference?
-Anything at all.

Can you bring me a mirror?

A mirror, Sir Robert?

Yes, so that I can shave.

I fear there are no mirrors.

No mirrors?

None in the entire castle.
The baron's orders.

But why not?

It is not my place to question.

Will you be coming down
to breakfast soon?

Yes, presently.

Very good, sir.

-Good morning, madam.
-Good morning.

-May I come in?
-Well, I--

Don't worry. I'm not a man who is
affectionate in the morning.

This morning I intend to tell him
everything.

That's right. You were interrupted
last night by your visitors.

That is correct.

What was she like,
the one who screamed?

Don't let us have a scene.

I merely wished to inform you your
precious Sir Robert will know all...

...and he will make his decision.

If it's the wrong choice,
you know what to expect.

No, you wouldn't.

Oh, but I would. I would, indeed.

It would be in your best interest...

...to persuade him
to the right decision.

-How persuade him?
-How do women usually persuade men?

Exactly what do you imply, sir?

Imply? Cowards imply. I command.

And I command you to sway him
by any and every means in your power.

Use your....

I believe they're usually
referred to as "charms."

And that pain, madam,
was only a sample.

I thought we'd walk in my garden
before breakfast.

It is a strange garden. No flowers.

Flowers grow poorly here.

Only Earth's ugly children flourish.
The weeds.

Here you'll find plants
read about in romantic tales:

Wolfbane, mandrake root, hemlock,
deadly nightshade.

They are all here.

Krull will announce breakfast shortly.

I thought in the interim
we might talk.

-Shall we be seated?
-I'd like to speak of several matters.

Perhaps I'll resume my story
of the ghoul?

There are other things
I'd like to speak of.

Screams in the night and other sounds.

A girl, tortured by leeches.

Yes, you are right
to question these things.

If you listen to my story
you'll learn all.

You'll learn the answer
to these mysteries.

Also, how low a human being can sink.

You'll learn the story
of my first wife...

...who died because of a ghoul.

My name was not always Sardonicus...

...and I did not always wear a mask.

I was a peasant named Marek.

My mother had been dead only a year.

Ah, Henryk...

...it's only you and your son.

We've come to pay our respects
to my wife.

She was a good woman.

A better never walked the earth.

My eyes are not what they were...

...and when I saw two men...

...standing over a grave at dusk....

As a gravedigger I have
responsibilities...

...and I thought--

You thought what, my friend?

It may have been
those lowest of men.

If you can call them men.

-You mean the--
-Yes, the ghouls.

-They're stories to scare children.
-No, young Marek.

Ask your father here.

We old ones know that ghouls exist.

We've seen them prowl at night...

...and open the graves
of our loved ones.

Creatures that once were men...

...even as you and I...

...sunk so low that they do that.

You are upsetting my son.

Come, Marek. Let's go home.

Your wife, Elenka, will be waiting.

I have a present for her.

Marek, never fear.

I will guard your mother well
against the ghouls.

They will never violate her grave.

-What present do you have for Elenka?
-Wait and see.

She's fond of pretty clothes
and trinkets, things I can't afford.

I know. That is why I--

Oh, Elenka!

Well, there you are.
Took you long enough.

Is our meal ready?

I have eaten. You can
heat up what's left.

Doesn't matter. I'm not hungry.

-Elenka, my little one.
-What?

When I was in the city,
I bought you something...

...that might make you very happy.

-You did?
-Yes. Let me see.

Of course!

I wore that weskit my wife made for me
before she died.

It's in the pocket.

But what is it?

But what is it?

Be patient.

Here it is!

Father, a lottery ticket again?

-Yes, but this one--
-Is different, I know.

It is different!

You silly, old man!

How many lottery tickets
have you bought?

Many. Perhaps hundreds.

And how many times have you won?

Never. But this time--

That's what you always say.
"This time."

Yes, I know...

...but this time is truly different.

I feel it here.

Because this time
it is for you and Marek.

Thank you, Father.

I have never heard of anything
so ridiculous.

It was the last time I saw him alive.

For that very night, peacefully
in his sleep, he left us.

The following months were hard.

Elenka and I quarreled,
always over the same thing.

Money.

What's the use? It's always the same.
I sell our produce...

...then spend all the profits
on seed grain.

You'd get a good price for the farm.

Sell my father's farm? No.

Even if I did, what then?

-Go to the city and rent a big house.
-We'd be poor in half a year.

For half a year of luxury, yes!

It would be better than this!

Who is it?

Marek, open up!

Janku.

Marek, my old friend!

Your friend is drunk.

I? Drunk?

Just had three or four glasses.
Three or four glasses.

Been to the city?

Yes, I have, and I have
great news for you.

Great news for my old friend!

-What news?
-News of money!

-Money?
-Yes, money!

Lots and lots of money.

For heaven's sake, what do you mean?

-I mean this.
-What is it?

-The winners!
-The winners?

Yes, the lottery. The lottery winners!

The lottery!

Yes. See, there's a number.
And there's your father's name.

And next to it...

...you see the numbers 7-7-0-7.

7-7-0-7!

That's right! That was it!

You mean your father's ticket?

Yes, it has won hundreds,
maybe thousands!

How glorious!

Tomorrow I'll go to the city
and redeem the--

-What is it?
-Where is the ticket?

-What is it?
-The weskit.

-What weskit?
-My father's.

-What about it?
-The one my mother made.

What about it?

He was buried in it.

What difference does it make?

The ticket.

What?

The ticket was in the pocket.

I'll go now.

-Marek.
-Yes.

Did you say the ticket
was in the pocket?

Yes.

Not was, Marek. Is.

-The ticket is in the pocket.
-What are you saying?

-It's as clear as daylight.
-What are you saying?

It's the only way!

May God forgive you.

You have said that you love me.

This is your chance to prove it.

Please, Elenka,
don't put it like that.

Prove it!

And so that night I became
a profaner of the dead.

A robber of graves.

A ghoul.

Forgive me, Father.

I had not foreseen
that the face of my father...

...the muscles stretched
by a terrible death rigor...

...would look directly upon me...

...the dead lips drawn back...

...in a constant,
soul-shattering smile.

Suddenly I realized I had not
performed my ghastly mission.

The ticket remained
in my father's pocket.

Marek, is that you?

Did you get it?

Was it bad?

Are you all right, my darling?

Is something wrong?

Wait, I'll light the candle.

Merciful God!

Ever since that night...

...my face has been as you see it now.

A replica of my dead father's.

The lips drawn back
in a perpetual mocking grin.

I'm unable to close my mouth.

The muscles are immovable...

...as if held in the rigor of death.

Incredible.

Yet your power of speech
seems unimpaired.

But it was. Very much impaired.

For a long time I could hardly speak.

Only through training by the
finest teachers of diction...

...did I finally master...

...the use of dormant muscles
in the throat and palate.

I literally learned to speak
all over again.

Through the years,
I evolved an explanation...

...for my affliction.

At first, my superstitious
peasant mind...

...believed Heaven had cursed me...

...to punish me for violating
my father's rest.

Or that some devilish force
had reached out to stamp my face.

But I began to believe it was the
massive shock that caused it.

That my guilt also helped shape it
as that of my dead father.

Shock and guilt.

Strong powers...

...not from God above
nor the fiend below...

...but from within my own heart,
my own brain...

...my own soul.

Your wife, Elenka--

She died. By her own hand.

You did redeem the ticket?

Obviously. And bought myself
the resounding title of baron.

And your name?

You're a medical man. Surely you
recognize the term sardonicus?

Yes, the Latin term for the grimace
on the faces of lockjaw victims.

Risus sardonicus.

"Sardonic smile."

In my blighted condition, I took
a great interest in the medical arts.

I read a great deal.

In my reading,
I came across that term.

The bitter irony of it appealed to me,
and I took Sardonicus as my name.

Does my story answer your questions?

It answers many questions.
The strange sounds of eating I heard.

I can eat only the thinnest stews
and porridges, sucking like a beast.

The sight is so offensive,
I always eat alone.

The leeches?

I tried everything.

In despair, I allowed Krull
to test a folk remedy on the girl.

And the mirrors?

If you had my face, your house
would be devoid of mirrors too.

Yes, I understand.

-You understand why I brought you?
-Because of my researches.

And your successes
that earned you a knighthood.

I have visited famous doctors
all over the world.

Keller in Berlin, Morignac in Paris...

...Buonagente in Milan.

All great men.

None have been able to help me.
You are my last hope.

I beseech you to help me,
to lift this curse from me...

...to make me look once more
like a man...

...that I may take my place
among fellow humans...

...rather than as a gargoyle to be
shunned and feared and ridiculed.

You were right to ask me.

We must never abandon hope.
I can begin treatment this afternoon.

Come on, hurry up.

Put it there.

-Robert.
-Maude.

Cure him. Oh, cure him, Robert.
If you fail, I will suffer.

-A wife could feel no other way.
-No, you don't understand.

If you do not heal him,
he'll punish me.

Surely he wouldn't beat you.

I wish he'd be content
with a mere beating.

-He knows more hideous torture.
-It's monstrous! I'll demand--

No, say nothing!

If you do, he may embellish
the punishment.

-But what manner of--?
-No. Say nothing.

He's waiting for you.

-You are ready?
-Yes, Sir Robert.

Remain here.
I'll need your assistance.

What form will treatment take?

Repeated application of heat
and massage.

They've been tried and failed.

Massages differ.

I've had success with my techniques
and have faith.

Share my faith.

I do. I must.

Let us begin.

Remove the mask.

Towel.

Thirty seconds, Krull.
No more, no less.

Yes, sir.

Thirty seconds, Sir Robert.

What remains to be done?

Nothing. I won't deceive you...

...I've done all I can. It's hopeless.

-I can do no more.
-You must!

-I'm sorry.
-Resume treatment!

That would be futile.
I've worked well into the night!

Leave us, Krull.

Surely there are other treatments?

None that have been
sufficiently tested on humans.

Then other possibilities do exist?

Only in the experimental stages.

I implore you to use
whatever treatments remain...

...however untried.

They are fraught with danger.

I am ready to gamble with my life.

But I am not!

I will offer you 10,000 crowns.

It's not a question of money.

20,000! 30,000!
Whatever you may desire.

No.

Very well, then I must ask you
to come with me.

-Where are you taking me?
-Patience.

All will be made clear to you soon.

This castle is very old.

It was built in a dim age
of fearful barbarity.

This is the torture chamber
of the castle.

Maude!

What have you done?

Nothing. Yet.

You must know first that I am
the victim of a domestic tragedy.

My wife does not love me.

She has always been a wife in name
only. She is revolted, you see.

-Revolted by my face.
-It's not only that.

Come, madam! My crudeness,
my cruelty, my arrogance?

You tell yourself this
in your womanish fashion.

But it's my face you bar your door
against, not my character.

If I'm pushed to my limits,
if you do not cure me...

...I'll be forced to make myself
acceptable to her by extreme measure.

-By torture?
-I'd gain nothing.

I merely wish to detain her
in this chair...

...while she undergoes surgery.

Surgery?

Yes. Surgery which will make her more
sympathetic to my plight.

For this purpose, I've enlisted
the services of a man...

...who excels at surgery.

You mean me?

No. Someone with quite different
talents.

In point of fact, he stands behind me.

Krull! He's no man of medicine.

I'm a man of all work, sir.

When my master says, "Do this thing,"
I do the thing.

Whatever it may be.

I seem to remember you saying...

...that this was most commendable.

-What devilish surgery do you plan?
-Something quite simple, really.

The risorius muscle, that which
controls the act of smiling.

A few deft incisions
with a sharp knife...

....and Maude will look like me.

No!

That lovely face will resemble mine.

When her own beauty
is transformed into hideousness...

...when she herself is a monster
shunned by humankind...

...how can she then
bar her door to me?

Krull...

...begin.

Forgive me for tying you to the rack,
but I don't wish to break your bones.

I simply felt it was the best
vantage point to watch.

I did not proceed
while you were unconscious.

That would have been most impolite.

Don't do it, Sardonicus.

Don't do it, I beg of you.

You beg, just as I begged
in my chambers. Do you recall?

I begged you to try the new treatment
on me and you refused.

Krull, you may begin.

Master.

Yes?

I have done many things for you.

Things out of nightmares.

But her face--

What about her face?

It is...

...so beautiful.

Are you quite certain?

Yes, I'm quite certain.

Don't tell me that you object.

I only meant--

Because you well know what happens
to people who raise objections.

You know what happened the one time
you questioned me years ago.

Or have you forgotten
that once you had two eyes?

No.

I have not forgotten.

Then begin.

Don't do it! Don't destroy her face!

Stop it!

Stop it, Krull!

Sardonicus...

...I'll do whatever you say.

Release the baroness, Krull.
Then release our honored guest.

You have made a very wise decision,
Sir Robert.

Robert?

Can you really cure him?

I don't know.

It's a dangerous, untried treatment.

I'll have to send for drugs
and equipment from far-off places.

-I have asked not to be disturbed.
-Are you making progress?

-Perhaps.
-I saw Krull and a dog.

You'll see many dogs
before I'm finished.

Are you preparing a cure or a poison?

-Sometimes they're one and the same.
-I warn you--

Your warnings
don't frighten me anymore.

Then I demand an explanation.

Very well.

This tropical plant is known
as strychnos toxifera.

The explorer Magellan
wrote of a substance...

...used on darts by South Americans.

It killed instantly, dropping
large animals in their tracks.

-The poison was extracted from this.
-This is your so-called treatment?

There are many poisons.
Some kill by corrosive action.

But this...

...this kills by
total relaxation of the muscles.

Particularly the lungs and heart.

And when they stop, life stops.

However, I have asked myself
if a dilution of this poison...

...might not slacken the tensed
muscles of paralyzed patients.

It was only a theory.
A flimsy one at that.

-Too dangerous to be used on humans.
-I see.

I'm afraid a long period of research
lies ahead of me.

-I wouldn't want to fail.
-That is correct.

See to it that you do succeed!

I love this music.

It's exquisite...

...but sad.

But there's strength
under the sadness.

That was very beautiful.

You and your music are the only
beautiful things here.

I never asked you why you--

-Why I married him?
-Yes.

It is not a very pretty story.

My father made the
arrangements by letter...

...without meeting the baron,
and we sailed to seal the agreement.

-Surely after meeting this brute--?
-Yes.

Even my father, who worshiped money,
changed his mind.

But my father had gambled
and was in debt.

He'd even misused funds
entrusted to him.

The baron offered him both a reward
and a threat.

The baron is fond of threats.

He offered to pay all debts...

...and threatened to expose him
as an embezzler.

So your father forced you into this
unsavory alliance?

No. The choice was mine.

I did it to save him.

Oh, my dear.

What a charming tableau.

-Sir Robert?
-Yes?

Krull informs me a dog
survived your injection.

He's a reliable informant.

-Then the extract has been made safe.
-Yes, but I need a few more days.

-Why? If the dog lived--
-Men are not dogs. I must be certain.

I'm certain enough. I insist you
perform the treatment tonight.

The risk is too great. I refuse.

Madam...

...take this.

-But why?
-The room upstairs. Open it.

You allow no one but yourself
to open it.

Tonight I make an exception.

Will you go? We will follow.

Open it.

Go in. Do not be afraid.

Robert!

Robert!

Someone's in here.

I sense it.

Someone's in here. I know it!

Why do you just stand there?

Who are you?

What's happening? Who's in there?

Poor girl. Perhaps it was a shock
seeing him for the first time.

My reminder of earthly greed
and mortality.

My nemesis. My demon.

My father, whose grave I defiled.

Damn you. Damn you to eternal hell.

You have no decency, no feeling!

As usual, you speak
with unwavering accuracy.

Life has erased all decency
and human feeling from my heart.

It is for you to restore it.
Tonight in your laboratory.

And if I refuse?

Then Maude stays here...

...all night with him.

Very well, tonight.

What is that strange instrument?

A new invention...

...called a hypodermic needle.

South Americans use this
extract to poison their darts.

You might say this instrument
is my dart.

I warn you, this has never been
used on a human. It may kill you.

I urge you one last time
not to insist upon its use.

You seek to frighten me,
to plant distrust in my heart.

No. But theoretically speaking...

...what prevents me from injecting
undiluted poison, killing you?

Three things.

First, your silly code of ethics
as a knight.

Second, the oath of your profession.

And thirdly...

...the knowledge that if I die...

...Krull has orders to put
you and my wife...

...to the slowest and most hideous
of deaths in the torture chamber.

Then I accept your terms.

-Will you come with me?
-Where are we going?

Into your past.

Into your youth.

Maude, you needn't come in.

May we have some lights, Krull?

-Will you sit in this chair?
-I do not understand this.

I'll explain while Krull
ties you down.

-What?
-For your own good.

There may be a violent reaction.
Krull?

There is healing of the flesh
and of the spirit.

You said shock brought your face
to its condition. Remember?

Yes.

Then perhaps shock may be your cure.

Shock and medical science.

You speak in riddles.

Medical science.

Shock.

Do you think that can shock me now?

I have lived with it for many years.

We shall see.

Now we'll leave you alone,
as you were alone in that grave.

-How long?
-As long as is necessary.

Krull.

No. Not like this.

Not like this! Not in the dark!

Not in the dark!

Not like this!

-Let him out!
-And mar my work?

But he's suffering!
That needle, you're poisoning him!

He's dead! He's dead!

Master.

Do not touch him, Krull.

No, baron. Do not speak.

The muscles are so relaxed
you can't move your lips.

If you attempt it,
you'll destroy our work.

This condition will pass
in a few minutes.

Untie him.

"By this document and the power vested
in me as a lord of this land...

...I irrevocably and forever
annul my marriage...

...with one who was no wife and
for whom I have no need.

Sardonicus."

"You have fulfilled your part
of the bargain.

Name your fee, for I owe you much."

No, baron. You owe me nothing.

The train leaves
in less than one hour.

Thank you.

Sir Robert!

I thought we'd seen the last of you.

-You must return.
-Impossible. We'd miss the train.

But he cannot open his mouth!

Nonsense!

But it's true! He cannot speak,
he cannot eat or drink!

I'm a strong man. With my own
hands I tried to pry his jaws apart.

But I could not!

-He'll starve and die!
-He won't.

You must tell him he can
open his mouth himself.

-But you are his healer.
-I did not heal him.

The fluid I injected into his face
was distilled water.

Water? But the tropical plant...

...the experiments, all the dogs!

An elaborate show. The dogs
were not dead, only drugged.

I had to make him think I was
preparing a new, powerful medication.

-I still do not understand.
-Go to him, Krull.

Remind him of something he said to me.

His affliction came not from God
above nor fiend below...

...but from within his heart,
his brain, his soul.

His cure came from within him too.

But he needs--

All he needs is to know that
he was his own healer.

Without that, he is doomed.

Yes.

I see!

Then go at once and tell him.

Yes, I will.

Is it true the medication
was nothing more than water?

Nothing more.

I knew after the best techniques...

...of the world's best
physicians failed...

...I'd have to work on his mental
self, not his physical self.

Then the plant wasn't poisonous?

Oh, yes. Very poisonous.

Much too poisonous to use.

Someday its powers may be
harnessed for good...

...but that day is not yet.

And so I did not use an extract
of the plant at all.

Only water.

Only water.

And his own mind.

That's how the story ends.

With the lovers living
happily ever after.

But has Mr. Sardonicus
been punished enough?

Don't you agree with me that
such a miserable scoundrel...

...should be made
to suffer and suffer...

...and suffer?

When you think of what he did
to his wife and to those girls...

...and about those leeches?

I think ordinary punishment
is too good for Mr. Sardonicus.

If you feel that way too,
if you want to show him no mercy...

...and punish him as he deserves...

...then hold up your
Punishment Poll ballot...

...with the thumb pointing down,
like this.

If, conversely, you're an "I wouldn't
hurt a fly" kind of person...

...one of those sweet, nice,
kind souls...

...who would let Mr. Sardonicus
go free...

...you should hold your ballot with
the thumb pointing up, like this.

Now we're ready for voting.

No mercy, or mercy?

Hold the ballots high, please.

Oh, come now. Hold them up.

Please?

That's better.

The lady in the 9th row,
a little higher.

Little boy in the back, sit down
so I can count the cards behind you.

That young couple on the left...

...is that one vote or two
you're casting?

Two votes? Thank you.

Thank you all very much.

Mercy...

...no mercy.

Seventeen....
Carry the three...

...subtract 40.

No mercy.

So be it. You have given the verdict.

You have made the decision
and the majority of you...

...have sentenced Mr. Sardonicus
to further punishment.

Mr. Projectionist, let the sentence
be carried out.

Master...

...I'm very sorry, but I missed them.

The train had already left.