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I can't. My father gets angry if dinner is late.

Can I see you tonight?

Perhaps.

© transcript Emily Beynon

Thank you.

Thank you.

Prince of Hell, hear this, thy servant's plea.

Send from thy black realm the power that we may do thy

will on earth.

Recreate this dust of centuries that in thy service

the dead may join.

with the undead.

Accept this sacrifice in homage.

Turn now this fresh, warm blood

into a body of thy making. This innocent spirit

into evil.

Good enough to eat.

I must go.

No, there's no hurry.

A word with you, if you please, Mr. Lestrange?

Well, yes, certainly. Sit down.

Have a glass of wine.

No, thank you, sir.

I do not wish to appear inhospitable, sir.

There is no harm in normal times to have a joke with a serving girl, a laugh or

two.

These are not normal times. You'll not find any young girl in this village

talking to a stranger.

This is your first night under this roof. It'll probably be the last.

Do you know what year this is, sir?

1830, as I recall.

Yes, it is 40 years to the day since they were last seen.

And before that, 40 years again.

Oh, really? Who?

The Kahnsteins.

I don't think I know them.

That's their castle up on the hill.

Oh, yes, of course.

I thought they were all dead.

We call them the undead, sir.

They're vampires.

My God, you really believe it?

We know, sir.

Well, tell me more. I'm interested.

What you said, sir, about the Kahnsteins being dead is true.

But they still have the power to reincarnate themselves.

And now is the time for their return.

I tell you, sir, this village lives in a state of terror.

Terror? Of what? They prey on young virgins. Put a spell on them.

Sometimes they woo them, slowly sucking their life away.

Sometimes they kill quickly.

One feast, one bite of their fangs.

Well, that's all right. I'm not a young virgin.

Oh, you can laugh, sir.

But men are amongst their victims, too.

I would not advise you to be enticed by any beautiful stranger.

Just give me a chance. That's all I ask.

Look, please.

I realize you all feel strongly about this, but it's a superstition. You've

grown up with it. You can't expect me to take it seriously.

I've told you all I know, sir.

I can do no more. Yes, and I'm very interested.

Well, that's why I came here, to get background for the books I write.

I'm a novelist. As you know, I write about these things.

Witches, vampires, black magic.

But it's a product of my imagination, and I know it.

Look, sir, there is one of the village girls missing now. A good girl, not one

that would just run off.

Would you like to tell her parents that it's just imagination that she's

disappeared?

Well, she could be anywhere.

Look, as you're all so terrified of Carnestown Castle, I'll go up there.

After lunch.

I might even find one of those beautiful vampires waiting to entice me.

What?

What you said, sir, about the Kahnsteins being dead is true.

But they still have the power to reincarnate themselves.

And now is the time for their return.

But it's a superstition.

Sometimes they woo them, slowly sucking their life's blood away.

But men are amongst their victims too.

But men are amongst their victims too.

advise you to be enticed by any beautiful stranger.

I don't know who you are, sir.

Richard Lestrange.

Would that be the Lestranges of Cork?

Yes. Then you're Lord Thurston's son, the heir to the title.

Well, that's right. How did you know that?

Genealogy is my pet subject, I'm afraid. I apologise because I know I can be a

bore on the subject.

That's why I brought the girls to the castle.

Just an excuse, really, to help me in my researches.

Fascinating family, the Kahnsteins.

Yes, I'm sure, but tell me about the girls.

Oh, that's Susan Pelly. She's from the Americas.

That's Isabelle Courtney, one of the Hampshire Courtneys. Interesting family.

Very. That's Amanda McBride. Her father's a Scottish landowner.

Nice girl.

Yes. Oh, but forgive me. I haven't even introduced myself.

Giles Barton. And there's the school.

Come along, girls. Into your places.

Come along now, come along.

Into your places, girls.

We've only been here three weeks.

It's the new Vogue, you know, a finishing school on the continent. It's

big project for us.

I teach history and art.

Miss Simpson is the principal.

I'm her partner.

That's Janet Playfair, gym mistress.

She was with Miss Simpson at Heathley Hall.

This is a new idea in physical exercise, based on Greco -Roman dancing.

Is it?

We'd better wait here.

Miss Simpson doesn't allow strangers too near the girls. The class will be over

in a few moments and then I shall introduce you.

To Miss Clayford.

No, to Miss Simpson.

The author?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Lord Thurston's son?

Oh, well, then you will always be welcome at the school.

But not, I'm sorry to say, your books.

They are not suitable for girls of an impressionable age.

Well, no, I suppose not. A bit frightening, perhaps.

But if you'd like me to lecture on English literature at any time... We

English teacher arriving on Wednesday.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Yes, of course.

Miss Simpson?

Yes, Susan, what is it?

Miss Carstairs asked me to tell you there's a coach arriving.

Oh, thank you, dear.

That'll be the Countess Harrison. She's bringing her niece, a new pupil. Oh,

don't go yet, Mr. Lestrange. I'm sure that you would like to meet the Countess

Harrison. Oh, yes.

Countess.

My niece, Michala.

My partner, Mr. Giles Barton. And this is Mr. Richard Lestrange, the celebrated

author. Countess.

Lord Thurston's son. Shall we take tea?

Mr. Barton's just a nasty little man.

You notice the way he's always standing around watching us when we're dancing.

Who was that man with him yesterday?

He was good looking.

I don't know.

Tricia, do you know who Charles Barton was with yesterday?

I don't know.

How do you feel after your first day?

Very tired.

The dancing.

Takes a little while to get used to it.

I shall never get used to it.

Sure you will.

In time.

Let me do that.

Does that feel better?

Come along

now, girl. Settle down.

Stop all the talking.

Erica, will you go back to your own room, please?

Joanna, you've only got another five minutes till light's out.

I think I'll take that.

All right, girls, into bed now.

Quickly.

Go down to the river tonight for a moonlight swim.

Then you'll feel much better.

But Miss Playfair will be around.

That's easy.

We'll put a couple of pillows in the bed. She'll think we're asleep.

Yes.

We'll go at midnight.

landlord said, it's that Kahnstein's come for me. I backed away from this

beautiful girl.

Come on, Adolf. Good boy.

Come on.

And then there were three of them, all advancing from different directions. And

I tried to run away.

I ask you, from three beautiful girls...

Beautiful girls on an educational tour of Karnstein Castle, and I thought they

were bamboos.

Mikala? Mikala!

Where have you been? I woke up and you weren't there.

I came down by myself.

Then I thought I had... I heard somebody, and I went and had a look.

old Giles. He's always creeping around, trying to catch us with no clothes on.

Did you find anyone?

No.

Will you be eating, sir?

Yes, I suppose so.

There's a gentleman over at that table, sir, who's travelled from England.

Well, don't put me with him.

Good day to you.

Oh, good day.

Biggs. Arthur Biggs.

How do you do?

My name's Richard. I know, sir, I know. And I was delighted to find you a guest

here. Won't you join me?

I've read every one of your books.

Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you. I enjoy them, sir. I enjoy them.

And I write myself.

Oh, I don't think I've read your work. Because it hasn't been published, that's

why. My style is what the French call avant -garde.

Yes, well, it can be difficult.

I live in hopes. I live in hopes.

There must be somewhere some enlightened... Perhaps you'd be good

something of mine.

Well, yes, I'd be delighted.

But I am actually rather busy at the moment, and I expect you'll be moving on

shortly. No, no, no, I shall be staying in the locality at Miss Simpson's

school.

At the school?

Yes, I do this work, of course, merely to finance my literary endeavour.

Well, then you must be the new teacher of English literature.

I am.

preach what I cannot practice.

Oh, my dear sir, I had no idea you were the Arthur Binks.

Well, yes, I'd be delighted to read your work.

Perhaps we could even collaborate on something.

Collaborate? Yes, I'm planning a new novel, but it needs a great deal of

research.

In Vienna.

Poor chap.

Leg broken in three places. Very sad.

No doubt, but highly inconvenient.

But couldn't he have used a walking stick?

More serious than that, I'm afraid.

A tricky operation, you know. A hospital in Vienna.

It's the only place.

Then when will he be back here?

Four weeks.

Three, perhaps.

But I can't be without a teacher that long.

And so we come to the 19th century novel, when at long last this

new form began to reach the power and the grace of the age -old forms, the

the poem.

Mademoiselle, perhaps you could tell us which contemporary novelist you prefer.

I'm afraid I don't know any.

Oh, come, you must.

German, if not English.

No. But I have read a lot of 18th century work.

Your education seems to have been neglected.

I'm sorry.

That's all right. You'll just have to have some personal tuition, that's all.

All right.

Let's see what the rest of you know.

The latter part of the 15th century was not a particularly well -documented

period. In fact, we are woefully short of records for that time.

However, we do know that during that time, when Styria was still quite a

powerful country, that Karnstein Castle was built.

We find our first mention of the Karnstein family in the Styrian

1187. This, as you know, is the equivalent of England's doomsday book.

The Kahnsteins have a most curious family history.

Not all of it documented by any means.

The first allusion to the Kahnsteins... Mr.

Lestrange.

Miss Simpson.

I'm glad to see that you're taking an interest in the activities of the school

at large.

But of course. And I understand that you wish to become a resident here?

Well, I did think it might be a good idea to spend more time with the girls,

marking their work and so on.

Very well.

I will show you your room.

Thank you.

One of which is the question of the family motto.

Don't you have anything a little nearer the house? It is excellent

accommodation.

You will be sharing with Mr. Giles.

Better and better.

Thank you.

dust from those old books. I think you'd dig them up for me.

What?

Books. Most important.

Why? What are they about?

History's research material.

Research into what?

Kahnstein Castle.

Fascinating.

I know what you're after.

What?

You're training to be a vampire.

You've been listening to village gossip?

It's not all gossip.

I...

Mirkala, forgive me for calling you by your first name, but it has a sort of

magic for me.

I must go. No, please.

Don't go.

I've tried a hundred times to be alone with you.

I only came here to see you, to speak to you, because... because I love you.

Forgive me, but I must tell you.

I've loved you since the first moment I saw you.

I thought I'd lived.

But before then, I was dead. I was born at that moment.

I've only lived since, with a new feeling, with the pain of loving.

Truly, for the first time, I swear... No, let me go.

Forgive me.

But she must have said something. No, Miss Simpson.

I thought she was with some girls in another room.

And I didn't realize until this morning that she'd not come back.

And you are sure she said nothing about going out?

Quite sure, Manzo.

All right, child.

Oh, Mia Carla.

I'm quite sure this is just some foolish trick that Susan is playing, but I

don't want to alarm the other girls, you understand?

I've told no one. Then don't.

For the time being, of course, I mean.

And if anyone should ask, then Susan is in the sanatorium.

Suspected me, Susan.

Yes, Miss Simpson.

Miss Simpson, a girl has disappeared.

You can't really believe it's a joke. Of course I don't.

There's no need to alarm the whole school.

What are you going to do?

Well, we must wait a while.

She may come back.

I've had more experience than you of this kind of thing.

Some of these girls have wild natures. They pick up with some man. Man?

What man?

We're miles from the village.

The local people have never even been near here.

Susan's only just joined the school. We don't know that she hasn't been

followed. That's ridiculous. Susan is not that kind of girl at all.

And in any case, if she had been abducted, as you seem to be suggesting,

should still inform the police.

The police?

Certainly not. We must.

I will not be told what to do in my own school.

I did not say that she'd been abducted. I said there might be some sort of

adventure.

Susan will return of her own accord. And if she doesn't? Then I will report the

incident. When will you report it?

Janet.

I must ask you to bear with me.

I know my responsibility to Susan, to all the girls.

But I have other responsibilities as well.

To this school.

My life savings have gone into it. It's my whole future.

I can't throw it away. Create some silly scandal.

when there might be a perfectly logical answer as to why Susan's disappeared.

Very well.

48 hours.

But no longer. Because if you don't report it then, I will.

The history of Karnstein Castle can be traced back to beyond the Middle Ages.

Incidents relating to the Karnstein family have been recorded as early as

12th century.

Ah, now here we have an interesting example.

A young...

Kahnstein Countess, Carmilla.

Born 1688, so far as I can make out, and died 1710.

Probably of the plague which swept Styria at about that time.

The grave is, as you can see, somewhat neglected.

So far as is known, none of the Kahnstein family is still living.

Now then.

Carmilla.

An unusual name, you might think.

But during that period, it was the fashion for a child to be given an

her mother's name or some other favorite female relative.

Now then, let's see what, um, what could it have come from?

Marcila?

Milaka?

Meerkala?

Perhaps the Ritzin family is related in some way to the Kahnsteins. Do you know

if this is so, mademoiselle?

No.

Then I shall pursue my research, and doubtless we shall find out.

Now, let's move on towards the castle itself. It has the most fascinating

history.

Intriguing principally, not... Come along.

Intriguing principally, not for what is said about it.

But for what is left unsaid, the villagers have the most extraordinary

about... Dear Carla, meet me here tonight is important.

I've found something out. You must come.

Schoolmaster.

Ridiculous occupation.

Don't know why a man does it.

Oh, it has its rewards.

What rewards?

They're not always clearly visible, I admit.

Don't you think you should curtail them? No, that's all right. It keeps me fit.

One of my class wasn't there this morning.

Why wasn't she there?

Susan?

Yes.

She has a slight touch of fever, I believe.

She's in the sanatorium.

I have a slight touch of fever myself.

But you'll get over it.

And now, if I may suggest... A long sleep would do you much more good.

Perhaps you're right. I will close my eyes for a few minutes.

I'm going for a stroll.

It's not a bad idea, actually.

I might come with you.

Yes. You had to come, didn't you?

Because I know everything.

I know who you are and why you're here.

That's what I found out this afternoon.

It was here, at the grave, when I saw the name Carmilla.

I wrote it down. You saw Carmilla Mirgala.

I went back.

I checked my histories. I knew what I was looking for.

The portrait of Camilla Kahnstein.

Died 1710, 120 years ago.

Do you know who the portrait was of, Mirkala?

The portrait of Camilla Kahnstein.

It was you.

You.

Stay with me.

I have reversed the cross.

You see, I have studied your magic.

I know the black art.

And I want only to know more and more.

I meant no harm to you, I swear.

I want only to worship you.

To be your servant.

To be a servant of the devil.

He will accept me, I'm sure.

I approve of my worth.

I could have told them what I knew about you, but I stayed silent.

I found the body of the girl you killed.

I said nothing.

I got rid of it myself down the well.

I will do whatever you demand of me.

Oh.

Oh.

only want to serve you.

Please, I beg you, take me.

Vakala.

Vakala.

Countess, this is an honor.

I was on my way to Vienna, and I thought I'd take the opportunity to tell you a

little. We're always delighted to see you at school, Countess.

Was it an accident?

We'll soon know.

It's fortunate that I was traveling with my personal physician.

Oh, so very fortunate.

The local doctor's sure to gossip. We simply can't stand a breath of scandal.

There will be no scandal.

Doctor?

heart attack.

I'm sorry to disturb you. Oh, that's all right.

I want to talk to you.

Well, then you'd better come in.

I just didn't know who else to go to.

Well, what's the trouble?

I don't really know.

I'm sure something's terribly wrong.

Yes, well, it's always upsetting when somebody dies.

I expect you knew Giles quite well. No, that was horrible, but... I don't know

if I can explain, really.

It's about Susan.

Susan?

What's the matter with her, apart from a fever?

That wasn't true. Just a story, so no one would ask questions about where she

was.

She's, um... disappeared.

Disappeared? She hasn't been seen since the night before last.

I wanted to go to the police, but Miss Simpson begged me not to.

I don't want to harm the school, but... Oh, I don't know whether it's my nerves.

Giles' death somehow seems more than a coincidence.

And I have this horrifying premonition.

Someone else is going to die.

Oh, come on now. You're just letting your imagination run away with you.

I suppose so.

If only I could rid myself of this idea that Susan's disappearance and Giles are

connected in some way.

Well, Giles had a heart attack. There's nothing sinister about that.

Susan, that's different.

Doesn't anyone know where she might have gone?

Who shared a room with her?

Mia Carla.

Mia Carla?

She says she knows nothing.

Well, there could be some simple explanation.

You don't want to make a fool of yourself, do you? I didn't care about

too worried about Susan.

I told Miss Simpson I'd wait until tomorrow.

Then I'm going to the police myself.

Will you come with me?

Oh, I don't know.

I need more time to think.

Please.

We don't want to be over hasty, do we?

Tomorrow?

Yes.

I must get back.

On mine, nobody sees you.

Miss Simpson would have a heart attack.

Thank you.

For what?

For listening.

history of dysthymia.

But, Mademoiselle Harrison, I'd like to go over this work with you, please.

Your work on the 18th century is excellent.

Quite frankly, your knowledge of writers of this century is deplorable.

I must see you, talk to you. It's important.

I can't.

Why not?

Please.

There are also a number of grammatical errors.

I think you should know that I've been going through Giles Barton's papers.

He'd been making some extensive researches into the Karnstein family.

Quite fascinating, really.

I thought you might be interested.

When? Tonight, at the castle.

Thank you, mademoiselle.

Mia Carla.

You have something to tell me?

Yes.

I love you.

Now please listen to me for God's sake.

It's not irrelevant.

To me it's the most important thing in life.

Tell me.

What? Those notebooks.

What was in them?

Your name.

Just my name?

Mia Carla.

And Marcilla.

And Carmilla.

Carmilla?

Yes, Carmilla.

Carmilla Karnstein.

And there was a portrait of you.

And books of black magic. And histories of the Karnsteins. Evil histories.

And more.

More? Yes.

What more?

Mirkala, explain it to me. That's all I ask.

It's quite simple.

I am a Kahnstein.

Our family changed its name.

If you've read the books, you'll know why.

That's why I look like Carmilla.

And that's why my name is Mirkola.

What else do you want to know?

If I'm a vampire, is that what you believe?

Is the famous writer Richard Lestrange a peasant at heart?

Do you believe in your own mystery and imagination?

Yes, I do.

I believe that things exist which are unknown to us.

I believe there is a power of evil as well as good.

I've read and studied.

I spent the whole of last night going through Giles' researches.

And believe me, they are powerful evidence.

Evidence?

Of what?

That you are a vampire.

You say that.

And tell me you love me.

Prove to me that you're not.

Love me.

No, no, no.

I must, I must.

Why?

If... If I were a vampire, then you would die.

Strange love.

Strange love.

Tender and burning.

Now you've ever been you.

The door was open.

Oh, that's all right.

Well?

Well what?

You promised to give me an answer tonight.

That's why I've been waiting.

For hours.

I'm sorry.

Yes, I have thought about it. I think you should say nothing.

Nothing? That's right. I think it's all in your imagination.

About Susan disappearing?

About any sinister construction you put up on it.

Miss Simpson's had a lot of experience. I'm sure that she's right.

I don't see what difference it makes, even if she is right. If Susan did go

with some man, and... I don't see how she could possibly have done.

You don't think the police should have been informed?

Or her parents, at least.

What's the matter with you?

You seem different.

The last... Day or two, you've changed.

Well, that's ridiculous.

I thought of you as someone... honest and...

courageous when you first came here.

I thought I could go to you.

There was no one else.

Why, Miss Simpson?

Why? Why?

Why? If I realize now, Inspector... You realize all the time, Miss Simpson.

You're an intelligent woman. At least I assume so from your profession.

A young girl was left in your charge.

Now she is missing.

Since three days.

But I had to do... I had to think of the effect on the other girls. This was a

police matter.

She may be dead now, lying in a ditch somewhere with her throat cut.

God, please.

If it had not been for Miss Playfair coming to see us this afternoon, we

still be in ignorance.

You say you're worried about the other girls.

So am I.

About their safety.

I'm sorry.

Very well.

Now, this is a police matter.

And quite a serious one, too.

This girl is a visitor here.

A guest in this country.

There could be serious political consequences.

Has the family been told?

Then you will write a letter to them immediately.

I said immediately, Miss Simpson.

And you will dispatch it, Miss Blether.

And then there is the death of this Mr.

Barton.

This, too, should have been reported to the authorities.

My clerks have investigated, and they find no report of his death.

Say he's buried here.

I should like to see the death certificate.

Where is it?

I cannot read the name of this doctor.

Dr. Fraunheim.

I do not know him.

Personal physician to Countess Heretzen.

I do not know her.

Mr. Raymond Pellet. He's the girl's father?

Yes, he's an American, but he's living in Vienna at the present time.

I see.

Oh, now. I have the details of the girl's disappearance from Miss Playfair.

Is there anything you would wish to add?

You did search the grounds, here, around the castle?

Yes,

thoroughly. Both Miss Simpson and I, and Mr. Barton. Mr. Barton?

I thought this was kept as a secret.

Giles was my partner. We started this school together.

I see.

Where was his body found?

I can show you.

Please.

You're late. I shouldn't have come.

Why not?

You know why.

No, I don't.

When we loved each other that night, I was so happy.

But since then, you've avoided me like the plague. You won't talk to me. You

won't even meet my eyes in the classroom.

I can't. Mia Carla. No, don't question me.

I can't explain.

I don't want to. Mia Carla, if you don't love me for God's sake, just tell me.

I can't bear the agony of not knowing.

Mia Carla, tell me.

What?

That you don't love me.

Say it.

Say it.

And then one of them discovered the body underneath her.

I see.

Thank you, Miss Playfair. I'll look around by myself now. Well, if you want

me... Yes, thank you.

I must go now. Oh, no, please, don't go.

But you don't understand.

My aunt's coming this afternoon.

The Countess?

Yes.

Mia Carla, let me talk to her. No.

Well, I only thought that I... It would not be correct.

I... Richard, you must swear to me never to speak to her or to speak of our

love. Mia Carla, this is the 19th, not the 18th century. No!

Swear to me!

All right, I swear.

But only if you kiss me again.

I'll tell you how grateful I am to you.

I felt it was an impertinence. Of course not.

I just did not know to whom I could turn.

You've been so kind through all these terrible troubles. You must not fret so

much. So a police inspector has come here. I suppose they must do their work.

But he won't make any trouble, I assure you.

He was such a horrible man.

He treated me as though... as though I was some kind of criminal.

He bullied me.

I've only tried to do what I felt was right for the girls and for the school.

I'm sure you have.

Now, don't worry about him anymore.

But he's searching the grounds now.

What is there for him to find?

Letter? What letter?

To Mr. Pelly, Susan's father.

But he insisted.

Has he been dispatched? Yes.

Miss Playfair left for the village immediately.

Scandal. I shall be ruined. That man Heinrich, he's determined to ruin me.

Don't concern yourself about Inspector Heinrich.

You must write another letter to this Mr.

Paley, telling him his daughter has been found dead.

There should then be no further inquiries, and as long as you enclose a

certificate. But how?

I don't... How?

You mean, what did she die of?

I would say of... A heart attack.

And I keep telling you, you're letting your imagination run wild.

Everyone keeps telling me. But Inspector Heinrich didn't think so. Didn't he?

Well, we've heard precious little of his so -called investigation.

And I can guess why.

Countess Hudson pulling strings in high places, no doubt.

Now, what the hell's she got to do with it? I'm beginning to wonder. Ever since

her precious niece turned up at the school... Don't bring me a car into

I'm warning you.

You're warning me.

I'm warning you.

You're besotted with her.

Just like Giles was.

You know that?

He was always creeping around after her, trying to sketch her. He couldn't keep

his eyes off her. That's enough.

And I'll tell you something else. Susan was infatuated with her too.

Just what kind of filthy accusations are you trying to make?

I'm saying that Giles is dead.

And I suspect that Susan is as well.

I'm saying I don't trust the Countess. She's got Miss Simpson in her power. And

it seems the police as well.

And I'm saying that unless somebody does something about it soon, there's going

to be another tragedy.

And if you want to know who I think is going to be the most likely victim, it's

you.

Then it's I who should worry.

Not you.

Except that I happen to love you.

But don't let that worry you.

You've been living in another world lately.

Never even noticed it.

But if you're blind to everything else, Richard, don't be blind to what might

happen to you.

Richard, please, don't be a fool!

Oh!

May I call her?

you

No, Miss Simpson, it is not satisfactory at all.

And now I find my daughter was missing three days before you even considered

writing to me. I tried to explain.

Unfortunately, I was away when that letter arrived.

But then I hear from you that my daughter's been found.

Dead.

I'm not going to mince my words.

You don't say passed away except when someone's had a good life and moved on.

My daughter was a healthy girl.

I don't believe she had a heart attack.

But the doctor... The doctor? Who the hell is this doctor?

The moment I got the news, I tried to get in touch with him.

Naturally, I want to know how a thing like this could happen.

I even had experts trying to find him everywhere in Vienna. They couldn't even

find his name.

I don't understand you, Mr. Pelley. What is it that you're suggesting?

I'm not making suggestions.

Just statements of fact.

One, I have no proof that my daughter is dead.

Two, given that proof, I want to know how she died.

I don't accept that certificate as evidence.

I want to know exactly what happened to her.

What can I do?

You don't have to do anything, Miss Simpson.

You've done quite enough.

You had no right to have my daughter buried without waiting for instructions

from me.

But you said yourself you'd gone away.

I was soon contacted.

The point is, I am not satisfied.

And I don't like having doubts in my mind.

Now, I brought with me Professor Hertz.

He's a pathologist.

And I have here authority for exhumation.

I just don't understand anymore.

It's been like a nightmare.

Gray and Dickie.

But we don't know where Susan is.

But we do.

You had so much trouble. I didn't want to worry you.

I had everything taken care of for you.

Miss Simpson is quite exhausted. The doctor says she must rest.

The doctor?

Your doctor?

Yes. Who signed my daughter's death certificate?

Yes.

The one who I find is not registered in Vienna.

Dr. Froheim does not practice in Vienna.

I have my doubts, madam, whether Dr. Froheim should be allowed to practice

anywhere. My daughter had severe bodily injuries.

Of course.

Of course.

These were not mentioned in the death certificate nor in the letter to me.

There's been a deliberate evasion of truth.

And you say of course.

Your daughter died when her heart failed.

That is what Dr. Forham said.

And it is for your expert to disprove it.

Her other injuries were caused when she threw herself.

She what?

Threw herself from the top of Castle Karnstein.

Suicide is not a pleasant word, Mr. Pelley.

And in my opinion, Miss Simpson was quite right in her attempt to shield you

from more grief than was necessary and the school from unpleasant gossip.

Suicide? But why?

You are divorced from your wife, I believe.

Yes, but... I understood that Susan's home life was not entirely happy.

It's not true.

I don't believe it.

I won't believe it.

The theory is perfectly consistent with my examination.

A heart attack, probably during the fall.

A quite usual occurrence.

That there are certain reprehensible aspects of the matter goes without

I should certainly like the chance of a word with this Dr.

Froheim, whoever he may be.

But there were these marks on the throat.

I can give no explanation of them.

Tell me, Doctor.

Do you think there's any truth to these stories that they tell?

Vampires?

Oh, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I'd be willing to believe anything before

I'd even imagine that Susan could... You did say there was a great loss of

blood.

Understandable, in the circumstances.

If they were the circumstances.

Mr. Perry, I told you. I cannot with certainty say that your daughter died

any reason, but that her heart stopped beating.

They're arguing about it now.

But there's no argument about the marks on the girl's neck.

Fritz saw them himself.

There's a schoolmaster too.

Heart attack, they said.

There's evil in that castle and always will be.

We are talking about matters beyond science, about the dark imaginings of

about metaphysics, the nature of good and evil.

You don't need a doctor. You need... This looks a comfortable enough

place. I've had my fill of journeying for today.

I say let's all go up there and put a stake through their evil hearts.

Oh, calm down, Hans.

His Lordship will know what has to be done.

You've got someone in there. Who is it?

Yes, Mr. Ferry, I am tired.

But to exorcise evil spirits is part of my holy duty. And there are no spirits

more evil than those of the Kahnsteins.

Oh, no, I was on my way to the inn. You won't find anyone there. All the

villagers are on this march.

March? Where to?

To the castles.

What for?

To find the Karnsteins. For their graves.

Dig up their bodies and take their evil hearts.

But they are agents of the devil.

They can only live on human blood.

Is there no other way?

None. Only a stake through the heart or decapitation will serve.

But there are no conscience.

They're all dead. Not their spirits.

They take on the form of others, and no one knows them. Well, then how will you?

At night.

Fated by the blood of their victims, they return to their grave.

There we'll find them.

Hands off me. Listen to me. Damn you. Listen to me.

Jesus, it's him too. I must save her.

Get out! Get out!

We thank thee for delivering us from this evil.

Thy power and thy glory.