All language subtitles for Sherlock Holmes S06E03E04 The Last Vampyre

(screaming)

Jezerael burn
forever and a day.

May thy foul prophecy
food for the jackals

and thy blood
crave for purity.

(screaming)

I thought I persuaded her.

We'd have the
baby baptized

here in this
church by you.

Well, you know women.

Oh, there's a
Catholic church

in the next village.

Carlotta has found it.

On Sunday's we go
our separate ways.

And the child?

No, no, no,

He stays with me.

I'm resolved on that.

Most other things, your
wife has adapted well?

Oh indeed.

Our climate?

No not the climate.

Your boy, Jack, how
is he responding?

Well we'll resolve
that too in good time.

Not easy for you.

No, but I love my
wife about this

and love conquers all

as you've always preached
from your pulpit.

Oh Stockton?

Dinner tonight
eight o'clock.

Eight o'clock.

Interesting man.

And you were right he has
spent some time in Peru.

I've invited him over

to make Carlotta
feel at home.

Go away from here!

Murderer!

(Crying) (violin playing)

You stop this noise.

Now please.

You upset baby.

Don't you hear?

I'll stop if you
let me kiss you.

Kiss?

You kiss me Jack?

Where?

Where you wish?

On the lips?

On the neck?

On the boot.

You kiss my boot.

come on if you
want it so bad.

(Spanish)

Thank you Michael.

We've got a guest coming
for dinner tonight.

Yes sir.

Mr. Stockton.

I tell him to stop and
he insult me senora.

[Spanish].

Jack stop at once.

Stop!

[Spanish]

Give it to me.

[Spanish]

He frightened the baby.

I did nothing Father.

I heard you from
the yard boy.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

You are all I've
ever desired.

I shall die of cold.

No you won't.

A convivial evening will
soon warm your bones.

I'm sorry what
happened earlier

but the boy was rude to
the Delores, very rude.

You must leave him to me.

Even so this is
for a new violin.

Of course why not?

Jack?

My boy your stepmother's...

Our guest has
arrived father.

Stockton my dear fellow.

My wife Carlotta.

Mucho gusto.

(Spanish)

My boy Jack.

The violinist?

You met each other?

In the village father.

We talked about hiking.

You'll play for
us after dinner?

I'm not good enough.

And our pride and
joy my son Ricardo.

Holmes?

You alright old man?

Sorry to have
alarmed you Watson

but your reaction
was instructive.

So you believe in
their existence?

What?

Vampires.

No of course I don't.

You're attitude
suggests the contrary.

No one has to
believe in something

to be frightened of.

It's two different
parts of the brain.

Right.

So you rule them out

Vampires.

The rational part of
you insists upon it.

Well do you
believe in them?

Cast your eyes over this.

46 Old Drury April 12th.

Re: Vampires.

Our client, The Revered
Locastos Merridew

of the Vicar's Lamberley

has made some
inquiry from us

in a communication
of even date

concerning...concerning
vampires.

As our firm
specializes entirely

upon the assessment
of machinery,

the matter hardly comes

within our purview.

Oh!

Oh my dear Miss Ruddock.

Wretched wretched
woman I am.

What disturbed you?

We have therefore
recommended the
Reverend Merridew

to call on you and lay
the matter before you.

We have not forgotten
your successful action

in the case of
Matilda Briggs.

We are sirs,
faithfully yours,

Morrison,
Morrison and Dodd.

This cup and saucer
has been here

for the last 3 days.

Matilda Briggs' was a ship

associated with the
giant rat of Sumatra

a story for which the
world is not yet prepared.

You consider though
that vampires

should come within
our purview?

No.

Anything is better
than this stagnation.

Really?

We seemed to have
been switched on

to some Grimm's fairytale.

Well this Merridew is
a man of the cloth.

A man of Christian belief.

That is of
marginal interest.

Make a long arm, Watson,

let us see what the
'V' has to say.

Voyage of the
Gloria Scott

that was a bad business.

I have some recollection

that you made a
record of it Watson,

though I was unable
to congratulate you
upon the result.

Victor Lynch
and the forger,

the Venomous
Lizard or Gila,

remarkable case that.

Victoria, the
circus belle.

Vanderbilt and
the Yeggman.

I should like
some tea Holmes.

Vipers.

Vigor and the
Hammersmith Wonder...

did you say something?

Shall I call down
for some tea?

Good old index.

You know you
can't beat it.

Listen to this,
vampirism in Hungary

and again
vampires in
Transylvania.

My dear friend
what has happened?

Will you come at once?

Yes of course.

Rubbish, Watson, rubbish!

What are we to do
with walking corpses

that have to
have stakes driven
through their hearts

to keep them in
their graves?

Are we to give serious
attention to such things?

It's pure lunacy.

Well no doubt your right.

This agency must
stand flat footed

upon the ground of
that it is to remain.

The world is big
enough for us.

No ghosts need apply.

Awe well now ghosts...

Need apply.

Are you prepared
to tell me

who supplied
you with these?

And to what purpose?

Well I had them
made for me

by a dentist from Pachum.

It was a necessary
disguise I needed once.

I forget.

And did you put
them to use?

Balking humor
again Watson.

You really must
guard against it.

Albert?

A man gave me this
in the street sir.

Elderly gent,

he says he's got
to see you urgent.

It's your man
of the cloth.

Show him up.

With care.

Yes sir.

Oh Albert?

Sir?

Do you believe in the
existence of vampires?

Oh yeah, most
definitely sir.

There speaks the
voice of wisdom.

No experience I trust.

Yes thank you young man.

I'm not quite in
my grave yet.

Hello Mr. Holmes,

this is so good of you to
see me on such notice.

I know how busy you are.

Sit down and settle
yourself Reverend.

Thank you.

Will you tell Wiggins
to bring in the tea?

Yes sir.

Thank you Albert.

This is my friend
and colleague.

Doctor Watson
yes...yes I know.

Now my solicitors,

Morrison, Morrison and...

Dodd?

Point of fact there not
really my solicitors

no I had some dealings
with them long ago.

I forget quite what about.

Machinery.

Was it?

Well anyway I'm
here on behalf

of a friend of mine
and myself too.

And I'm very anxious
you shouldn't take me

for a complete old fool.

Please.

You must take your time.

Where to start it all.

I'm Vicar of Lamberley;

I've been there longer
than I care to think.

Only time to go but

let me tell you
about Bob Ferguson.

Not Bob Ferguson
of Richmond?

He remembers
you too Doctor

from the rugby field.

Possibly the finest
three-quarter

never to have been
capped for England.

And my sentiments
precisely.

I love the game and
if modesty permits

I once turned out myself
quite a player.

Well Bob has spent
much most of his
working life abroad.

Cotton brooking.

Now his first wife, by
whom he has a son Jack,

she died of fever
some years ago and...

look it's absolutely
essential

that I put you in
the full picture.

Continue just as
you're doing Reverend.

It is often
Holmes' method

to absorb all
relevant detail

with his eyes tight shut.

Well Bob arrived
home recently

with a new bride and
a baby from Peru.

Difficult transition
for all concerned

as you may imagine.

You ride Jack?

No.

Of course he rides.

I taught him.

Taught you everything
didn't I Jack?

But I must turn your
attention to a stranger

who came into our midst

not long before our
Peruvian family.

His name is John Stockton.

Well at first
I welcomed him

as a man of intellect,

a writer and stimulus to
our little community.

Oh thank you.

I can't say that I
warmed to him personally

but he did have
his own appeal

to someone like myself,

buried in the backwater.

He was not threat to me
but he upset the locals.

our blacksmith, Carter.

Some argument
over a wheel.

Who are you come telling
me my job damn you?

If you don't like it
you can take it away.

Find somebody else!

And take yourself with
it and don't come back.

We don't want you
here in this village.

None of us!

Carter, a lion of a man
in the prime of life

Stalwart of
village life,

dead within moments of it.

Now Miss Ruddock,
spinster of my parish,

she has the cottage
facing Stockton's.

And she speaks of him as
the man who never sleeps.

She sees a candle
in his window

many a nights
through till dawn.

Well writers work
it's not uncommon.

Possibly

but I myself am something
of an insomniac also

I have seen him twice

in my graveyard
at dead of night.

And his explanation?

Huh?

Surely you raised
the matter?

Explanation?

Plausible I suppose.

l believe that I'm
related to a family

called Sinclair,
indeed my middle name.

Sinclair?

They had a large house
up beyond the village.

Yes now you mention it.

I'm puzzled to find
no trace of them.

Are we not welcome here?

No the truth was

that I knew full well the
story of the Sinclair's.

They were powerful
landowners,

had the village
in their pocket

sometime in the
last century.

The Lord Sinclair himself
was a cruel monster.

Those who incurred his
displeasure disappeared

or were found with
their throats cut.

Young servant girls,
one in particular,

was left pregnant and
dying at the church door,

her child stillborn.

There's not a
Sinclair to be found.

What did we do to offend?

Did you tell him?

Well the bare
bones of it yes.

The church incident

and how the
villagers exacted

their terrible revenge.

Burnt us out?

I regret to say,

nothing
personal to you of course.

And the girl?

She's buried over there.

But what
I neglected to tell him

because it seemed
to be inappropriate

was that the
family Sinclair

were deemed to
be vampires.

All of this is very
interesting Reverend.

as piece of history

but how does it lead
to the present?

Well then Sinclair
by his own admission

has returned hasn't he?

But how does that
affect the village?

And why should they care?

All of this happened
a hundred years back.

Yes well...word gets
around you know?

You mean the church?

Profound to all gossip.

Answering your
second question

the girl, the dead girl,

her family is still
in the village.

The wife of the
landlord of the local
inn for instance

she was a Barrows.

So too was the
blacksmith's wife.

Has Stockton, to
your knowledge,

ever set foot
inside the church?

Oh no not once as far as
I'm aware of it...never.

Even so,

I'm unclear that I can
be of service to you.

No crime has
been committed.

No crime?

No...no crime? But...

You have something
more to tell us?

4 days ago now, it
seems a lifetime;

Bob Ferguson invited
Stockton to dinner.

You see, Stockton
had traveled in Peru

and I think it was
I who suggested

that it might be a good
thing for his new wife

to have some contact again
with her native country.

And the evening

not a success?

All I know is

that the outcome of
it was a tragedy.

The very next morning

the household woke to
a terrible discovery.

The baby, little Ricardo,
lay dead in his cot.

And the doctor's verdict.

The doctor he could
find no reason for it.

No earthly reason.

Tragedy indeed.

But no blame affixed to
the dinner guest surely?

But he touched
the baby's hand.

So they told me.

Look I'm a man
of God gentlemen

and far be it for me

to judge a fellow being

on hearsay and
superstition

but I also have my
parishioners to think of

and they're frightened

and they will take
steps outside the law

to drive him out

as they once did
his forbears.

You see my dilemma?

So you wish us to
make an investigation

into this man, his
personality, his habits?

And disprove the
common fear?

Disprove, disprove
what you will.

You're presence alone

will have a
steadying affect.

Well now I must leave you.

Among my other concerns

is sickness in
the village

and I have the
baby's funeral

to prepare for tomorrow.

Your story is
complex, Reverend.

But not without
some interest.

Yet I'm sure
there's a rational
explanation for it.

Watson and I will
visit your community.

Oh I'm so pleased.

You mentioned an inn.

Yes the Checquers, it's
a decently run place.

Well thank you.

I'm so grateful.

So grateful to you both.

So grateful.

All right, two
sudden deaths,

the blacksmith
and the child,

shortly after contact.

Natural causes,

as the coroner's
report will inform us.

Stockton's
nocturnal habits,

the light in the window?

Writer's block.

His morbid interest in
graveyards after dark?

I object to the word morbid.

It's a motive not fact.

All right, never
entering the church?

You raised that
point yourself.

Never seemed to
enter the church

and does that make
a man a ghoul

because he has no
interest in religion?

The evening spent in
Ferguson's house?

Was the vicar there?

No but Merridew tells us

that Stockton touched
the baby's hand.

Is that your case?

So what is our
mission here?

Possibly to
prevent a crime.

A man having a stake
driven through his heart.

We have our timing right.

Holmes, we can
scarcely intrude.

Not intrude
Watson, observe!

I wonder if
Stockton's here

He's hardly likely to show
is face on this occasion.

A recent dinner guest,
a friend of the family.

In the circumstances no.

Yes I'm sure you're right.

But I know he's
not far away.

Man that is born of woman

hath but a short
time to live

and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut
down like a flower.

He fleeth as it
were a shadow.

And never continueth
in one's stay.

In the midst of life
we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for
succor but of thee O' Lord

who for our sins are
justly displeased

we meekly beseech
thee oh Father

to raise us from
the death of sin

unto the life of
righteousness.

That when we shall
depart this life

we may rest in him,

as our hope is this
our brother does.

That the general
resurrection in
the last day

we may be found
acceptable in thy sight

and receive that
blessing which thy...

Jack fell from a tree
when he was eight or nine.

Damaged his spine
boy oh Jack.

But father,

was he here or abroad
when it happened?

Well I do believe
he was away, yes.

A boyhood almost
without it's mother
or father.

Well I was here as
his spiritual guardian

and Mrs. Mason,

the housekeeper
from the farm,

she brought him up with
her own boy Michael.

These recorded deaths
Holmes so many of them,

so young.

An influenza
epidemic perhaps.

As we have now upon us.

If Stockton is perceived
as some sort of avenger

why should he light
upon the Fergusons?

I mean they weren't here
a hundred years ago.

Even now they're scarcely
a part of the village life.

So why?

Why is he drawn to them?

The women, the
connection with Peru?

Or is it something
nearer home?

Did you make friends
with the local doctor?

Hardly friends

as I was greeted
with deep suspicion.

Had to plead my rugby
acquaintanceship

with Ferguson, that
goes back 30 years.

He threw me over the
ropes into the crowd

at the Old Deer Park.

How would you explain
your presence here?

Well I cant believe
that we'll be
detained here long.

Another coroner's report?

Blacksmith, Carter,
died of a hemorrhage.

He may have look robust
but he was overweight

and he drank too much.

And the baby?

Put down to pneumonia.

No sign of violence?

No.

Just as we thought.

What now a visit
to Ferguson?

Pay our respects?

No.

I'm hungry.

Jack.

Where's Jack?

Is he down with you?

No.

I haven't seen sight
nor sound of him

since this afternoon.

He didn't come back
here after the funeral?

I'll ask Michael
if he's seen him.

Yes.

Is that for Mrs. Ferguson?

Yes, chicken broth.

She must eat something.

I'll take it up to her.

Thank you my lady.

No food.

She's sleep now sir,
no wake her up.

I'll decide that Dolores.

Thank you.

(Spanish).

Don't touch me.

Go away!

Anything more I can
get you gentlemen?

This is excellent.

No thank you.

Glass of water thank you.

You were seen Michael.

Yes you were and
there's no denying it.

Clutching your arm right
through that service.

lt wasn't my doing Vera.

She was grieving.

She needed the
support of a man.

Just cause she's
foreign and beautiful?

Not ride a horse like you.

Oh what's it matter
riding horses?

I bet you kissed
her knowing you.

Kissed her?

I'd get my jaw broken
with that one.

She's fiery.

It's just how you like it.

That's right.

All ruffled
feathers my dear.

Come on, let's
step outside..

No, get off!

Oh come one.

No Michael!

I'm not feeling
very well tonight.

Thank you.

This steak and
kidney pudding

is every bit as good
as it's reputation

wouldn't you say Watson?

Yes every bit.

You're famous in Baker
Street, Mrs. Gresty.

Our housekeeper
Mrs. Hudson

put us onto you.

Mrs. Hudson?

She has a sister
who lives near by.

Oh.

Well it's my husband
you have to compliment.

It's him who does
the cooking mostly.

So you are
Sherlock Holmes?

At your service.

On a case there, are ya?

Oh surely there
is no crime

in this part of
the country.

Drinks for our
host Watson,

drinks all around.

Yes of course.

Oh Doctor Watson

is an old rugby-playing
friend of Mr. Ferguson.

lt's a tragedy about
him and his family.

You want to talk to
Michael about that.

He was there when they
found the poor mate.

And it wasn't no
accidental death neither.

Whatever else it was

it wasn't no accident.

Jack, where've you been?

I was worried.

I thought you'd want to
be alone with Carlotta.

I needed you.

I needed us together

as a family this time.

All of us together.

You are right, Reverend!

There is a dangerous
mood in the air.

But no fresh evidence
against Stockton.

I'm still struck by
the coincidence.

Well answer me
this Holmes.

Why is so much being
written and recorded

on the subject
of vampires

if there's absolutely
nothing in it?

Man's need, Watson!

His need to explain fear.

Then you do admit to
the inexplicable?

Well yes there's plenty
evidence of that.

But do you believe
in dragons

and fairies and ghosts

because much has been
written about them?

Ghosts?

Watson has a ghost story.

Not now man.

No carry on Watson!

I was in Afghanistan.

Long nights of fatigue.

In a field hospital.

A young subaltern,

who had died,
virtually in my arms,

appeared some weeks
later quite unmistakably

when I was on leave
in Constantinople.

Fascinating.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes of course Mr. Holmes.

And Dr. Watson I
believe you know.

Watson, my dear fellow.

Come inside, come inside.

- My dear chap, my sincere condolences.
- Thank you.

Coffee for our
guests, Miss Mason.

It's ready and
waiting sir.

My treasured housekeeper.

We'd be lost without her.

Oh sit down please.

Augustus has explained
your presence here

and I heartily endorse
his initiative.

This has been
wretched time

not just for me
and my family

but for the
whole community.

The sooner we make
sense of it the better.

Your dear wife?

Yes I would have liked
for her to be here.

She's upstairs
in her room.

Have you met Stockton yet?

We've not had that
pleasure Mr. Ferguson.

Pleasure?

Oh yes he seemed he
was pleasant enough

on my first acquaintance.

May I ask you?

Ask anything Mr. Holmes.

Anything!

Are we some way holding
Stockton responsible

for your child's death?

Perhaps we're
all responsible
to some degree.

Certainly my wife
holds me responsible

for bringing her
here to England.

The child not a year
old, the climate, Europe,

perhaps I'm looking to
alleviate responsibility.

By directing
it at another.

Please you must
excuse my frankness.

But it is necessary

that we confront the
truth about ourselves

if we are to reach the
heart of this matter.

Your absolutely
right, Mr. Holmes.

The truth of the matter.

Could you bring yourself
to tell us about

the evening Stockton
came over to dinner?

Which I understand

was the start of your
misgivings about him.

Yes.

That night

l didn't see it clearly
myself at the time.

Dinner had passed
uneventfully

though I confess

I was somewhat
disappointed by our guest.

His demeanor.

The real nature
of the soul.

Well what is it?

To some merely a
manifestation of the will.

But the soul
returns to God.

Like a sound that
vanishes in the air.

So for degrees.

Life is death say
the philosophers.

But I'm afraid l
don't follow that,

you saying you don't
believe in God.

The Incas of course
were sun worshippers

as you seem to know well.

The reason was
meteorological

without sun at night
being mountain dwellers

they shiver, they freeze.

What about those
on the coast?

The sun was constant.

A tyrant in the sky.

And so it was the lesser
god they worshiped,

the moon.

(Spanish)

The house of the moon

The young children
were sacrificed.

Lying on beds of
colored wool and cotton.

Why?

Why must the children
be sacrificed?

Well, not just the
children, Jack.

When the chieftain died

it was customary
to bury him

with the most beautiful
and best loved women.

Good God, his wife?

His wife.

His favourite concubines.

And a considerable
number more or less

of his servants, his
jewels, raw silver,

lamas, weapons,
food and clothing.

So in his philosophy
death was life.

But of course why not?

It continued in that
vein for hours.

All kinds of mysticism.

Mostly beyond my
comprehension.

The widows of Malobar.

Burnt themselves
in the blaze

of the remains
of their husbands

as a demonstration
of fidelity.

What I can't describe

is the effect it
had on the company,

the ladies in particular.

lt was if he had
them mesmerized.

And yet after he
left, Carlotta...

He was repulsive.

You found him?

Repulsive.

You'd rather we
didn't see him again?

He's your friend.

Come to me.

The following morning

hence subsequently

I became the object
of her pain.

But the connection
with Stockton

and your baby's death.

I mean as you
describe the evening

it's hard to forge a link.

I know, but it all
went wrong, Watson,

from that evening.

This house was if there
was a black cloud...

I can't describe it I
wish to God I could.

There's so many
coincidence.

Ah Jack.

My son, Jack.

Come and meet my friends,

Dr. Watson and Mr.
Sherlock Holmes.

I'm interrupting.

Jack, you're not
interrupting at all

now come and sit
down and talk to us.

How's the music Jack?

You still practicing
the violin?

Jack's been given
a new violin,

a gift from his
stepmother.

The old one plays
rather, well, rustily.

Holmes plays the violin.

I look forward to meeting
your stepmother Jack

when she's
sufficiently recovered.

lndeed.

Well let us see if now
is not the moment.

Mrs. Mason would
you go upstairs?

Oh, she's not in
her room, sir.

She went out early.

Not.

Well why didn't
you tell me this?

Well I thought you knew?

They both went out, father.

Alone?

Mr. Stockton
came for them.

He came to pay
his respects sir.

When you were out
riding father.

And you saw them
leave with him?

My wife and the
maid willingly?

You both witnessed this?

Oh just for a short
drive they said.

To take the air, put
colour in their cheeks.

I really should have
been informed of this.

My wife is not herself.

Was it Mr. Stockton

who persuaded her on
this foolish drive?

Who instigated it?

Why does it worry
you father?

All's well, Mr. Ferguson,
they're coming home.

Stockton?

I didn't realize
you had come by.

I wish you would
have told me.

How are the ladies?

Very well.

We had a pleasant drive
through the countryside.

The air is fresh.

Move on.

The nerve of the fellow!

You keep an
open mind then?

Against all logic
I suppose yes.

And Sherlock Holmes?

Such things do not happen

in criminal
practice in England.

The notion of the undead
walking this earth

feasting off
innocent females

offends against
all his reasoning.

What is your own
view Reverend

as a man of the church?

Life and death are
mysterious states doctor.

We know little of the
resources of either.

Carlotta my darling,
open the door.

Carlotta open
the door please.

Carlotta open the door!

Jack?

Jack?

Holmes the local doctor
has taken his bed.

It seems my services
are called for.

I hope its not catching.

No, I never catch anything.

What are you up to?

My first call's the
daughter at the inn.

She's not at all well.

He took the crippled boy

into his house
after the funeral.

All afternoon
in his house.

the boy didn't come
back till six o'clock.

She's not going to
die is she doctor?

No, but she will pass
through a crisis.

And needs the
greatest care.

She should sleep now.

This village is plagued.

Like many another at
this time of the year

with influenza.

You dirty filthy bitch.

What are you doing?

You think I
couldn't see you?

With Vera lying
at death's door?

Vera?

Don't pretend
you didn't know!

She's your girl Michael

not that foreign trash!

No Mom.

Mom don't cry.

Ever since
they come here

there's nothing
but trouble

and what with him
know that man.

What man, Mr. Stockton?

He's killing everyone!

Michael.

Mr. Holmes?

This is a privilege.

Let's stroll out I think
on such a balmy evening.

In the village?

I have my carriage.

The countryside,
how delightful!

So why are you?

Here?

For my health.

In village riddled
with death and gloom?

But no crime.

You will lay your
hand on your heart

and say your not
investigating me?

Why, what have you done?

There are several
who will tell you

what I'm alleged to
have done,and what I am.

Bad angel precursor
of death.

No truth in the rumor.

I'm living my life Holmes.

What more does a man do?

You teach the violin?

Jack?

Yes.

- But that is not...
- My main occupation?

No.

I study antiquities.

Religious cults
and customs

among the South
American lndians.

I have a modest
reputation in that field.

Published?

Two books.

You're familiar
with my subjects?

My travels took me East.

Tibet?

And now the quiet of
English countryside.

I'm tracing a little
family history.

This is your family home?

The seat of Lord Sinclair.

The villagers believe my
forbearers were vampires.

Some incident involving
one of their maidens.

Janet Barrows,

whose grave you
were at with a rose.

Observant of you.

They burnt this house, an
act of unbridled revenge.

And now they suffer
from the guilty fear

that I've come back
to punish them.

ls that your purpose?

What a pointless exercise.

Come let me show
you around.

I am like yourself,
an investigator.

May I share your findings?

No.

I want your opinion.

Do vampires exist
in your philosophy?

In human terms perhaps.

And are you looking
at one now?

From this house
must have emanated

once warmth and
conviviality.

I may come back
to restore it.

Life in the village holds
few delights for me.

Why did you bring
Mrs. Ferguson here?

No.

Stockton, what is it?

I...I...I'm...

What?

Are you a friend?

Yes.

Your friend.

I cannot tell
a living soul.

I cannot.

I cannot.

I cannot.

What can't you tell?

Mistress Death.

She is with us.

insatiable.

Keep her away from me!

Watson!

My wife has
bolted her door,

my boy Jack has
banished me.

How fares the village.

Oh medicine should
cure their ills.

Does your wife
have a fever?

Let me visit.

What she has is
beyond medicine.

lt's taken charge
of her soul,

her very bones.

Is it not grief?

No, I recognize grief.

I understand grief.

This is some other poison

and we know its
source you and I.

What am I to do Watson?

Just stand aside and
let it destroy us all?

Easy old man.

What does Holmes
make of it?

Does he think
we're all mad?

I've seen a ghost.

That I don't believe.

You?

It didn't appear to you.

This one did.

Appeared to.

It seems I got too close.

Too close to what?

I'll explain later.

How's the girl?

Oh, she'll recover

it's nothing more
sinister than influenza.

It seems to have struck
the young in particular.

The young?

Half a dozen young
girls of the village.

Influenza?

All the usual symptoms:

night sweats,
drowsiness, lethargy.

Oh Ferguson's downstairs.

We'll join him.

First we must
understand this.

Thank you Mrs. Gresty,

most reviving
- Yes thank you.

The vampire.

Even the legend was not
necessarily a dead man.

A living person might
attempt such behaviour.

You saying Stockton is
one of these creatures?

There are people we know

who suck up the energies
of others like a sponge.

Draw out their resources

and pocket them
leaving them fatigued.

No longer master
of their wills.

It's a psychological
phenomenon.

Doctors have
acknowledged it.

Yes they exist.

What you say does
describe in some measure

that night he
came to dinner

and the effect he had on
Carlotta and the maid.

I had a taste of it
myself just now.

And your ghostly
experience?

I don't, for the moment,
believe what I saw.

But I do accept
hallucination.

The mind forced by
another to play tricks.

Hypnosis.

Stockton has
spent much time

with the South
American indians

studying their
ancient mysteries.

It's quite possible

that he learned
something out there.

Was effected by
an experience.

But you don't exonerate
him for that, surely?

No but he could
be suffering

a form of illness, which
may respond to treatment.

And meanwhile we
let him run amuck?

The man is destructive.

Holmes, you're not
denying that.

He's only destructive
if we let him be.

If we believe
too many tales

or use him as
nothing more or less

than a depository
of our own ills.

Are you suggesting
that I am doing that?

I think there's a danger
of it in this village.

I stand with this
village Holmes,

I live here

and I have seen his
direct influence
over people.

Loved ones.

A defenseless,
innocent baby is dead.

Now if you can justify
that, we part company.

Good night Holmes.

It's one thing
to diagnose the
problem, Watson.

It's quite another,
often, to resolve it.

Yeah your ladyship

here is a charm
that cannot fail.

Pin this to your pillow
and you can laugh.

Laugh in the
face of vampires

and hypocrites that
visit in the night.

Your safety a sixpence.

There's a jackal at work.

I'm off to London.

London?

Till nightfall, will
you hold the fort?

Certainly.

I thought a visit
to Carlotta Ferguson

might be useful.

As a doctor I might
get in to see her.

Interesting.

Also patch things
up with her husband.

No point in having
him against us.

Quite so.

Saint Sebastian, he
will protect your heart

from vampires and
prevalent malignants

such as ghouls, bats
and bat suckers.

Yours for nine
pennies only.

For your loved ones sir.

Taken back, was she?

This will beat the devil
and his night visits.

lt was smuggled in
the habit of a nun

all the way from Rome

and was forged

in his holiness
own spirit.

Oh it's so beautiful.

Now I am safe from
all bad people.

Silence.

Quit that.

Burns.

Ring around the rosy.
Pocket full of posy...

To the station.

See you later Watson.

Michael!

I got you this.

Help ye get better.

What's that Michael?

What?

You've been with her.

No!

Vera!

Get out!

Vera!

Go on get out!

Vera!

Leave me!

Vera.

Don't touch me.

Out!

In here Doctor Watson.

How is she fairing?

She doesn't tell me.

Doctor Watson, Madame.

Thank you.

Mrs. Ferguson?

I'm standing in locum

for the village
doctor who's sick.

Yes.

I know who you are.

You were here yesterday.

Please sit down.

So what is it you
wish to say to me?

To ask how you are
after your tragic loss?

If you need anything
for sleeping?

There are no remedies
in the world

that would make me
sleep at night, doctor.

Yes I understand.

But the day's different.

I sleep.

At least hours fly
by without one.

Do you wish for
something to drink?

Oh no, no.

No thank you.

Your friend
the detective

is not with you today.

Gone to London.

Your husband told you

that Sherlock Holmes
was in the village?

Not my husband, no.

Oh then it was
Mr. Stockton?

Stockton?

It was Stockton yes.

He was kind enough to
take me out yesterday

for a drive with my maid.

Do you know Stockton?

No I haven't met him.

Holmes knows him.

He too went for
ride yesterday

to an old ruined house.

Oh yes.

The house.

You've been there?

It's just a
burned out house.

No interest to me.

No ghosts?

Many I should think

but none came out to play.

What do you make
of Stockton?

He seems to arouse strong
feelings in people.

What should that be?

I couldn't tell you.

It's only what I've heard.

You want my opinion
on Stockton?

Well, at first
I disliked him

then he was interested
about my country.

He speaks my language
and so I welcome him.

But the village...

I know nothing
of the village.

Strong feelings you say.

Peasants... English peasants.

And Stockton offered
you some consolation?

He understands... the dead.

What happens to us.

Where we go.

Where my little
Ricardo has gone.

It's the only
solace I have.

You have none with
your husband?

None.

Why did he bring me here
to this terrible place?

I tell you because he
wanted my little baby

to be an Englishman
like Jack.

He wanted another
boy like Jack.

Is that so wonderful,

to end up buried in
an English grave?

I'm sorry if I
caused you pain.

Why not?

You are a doctor.

It is better to
bring the truth out.

Indeed.

And now you will
stay for lunch?

Thank you.

I stayed for lunch, tea.

I had tea in the garden.

She's a remarkable woman.

Most cultured person.

I think even you would
enjoy her company.

And the maid?

Awe, now the maid, well.

There are still love
marks on Michael's neck.

And I'm only
recalling the details

since you asked for them.

And Ferguson's
part all of this?

Ferguson returned
mid afternoon.

And Jack?

Jack?

Jack hadn't returned.

He wasn't missed?

Referred to once or
twice but missed

I couldn't tell you.

And the girl here?

Unchanged since
this morning.

Your trip to London?

I thought a visit
to Stockton's ruin

might be more useful.

Did anything happen?

Nothing.

Neither the living
nor the dead appeared.

But it was instructive
nonetheless.

Where is he?

Curse the boy.

With your friend?

Stay here.

Get inside!

Stockton, I want
to talk to you!

Get in.

Get in!

See here.

Your work.

My boy, my wife, my maid

you'll have it all

and we're a part of
your village vendetta.

I'm sorry what are
you talking about?

What do you want from us?

You introduced
me to your wife.

(Spanish)

Speak English damn you!

(Spanish)

Speak English!

(Spanish)

How dare you insult.

No enough.

Now take her, take
your creature

but leave my wife and
my boy for God's sake.

Jack stay.

Stay Jack.

Leave him.

Let him go.

[screams]

(Spanish)

Don't fight please.

Curse you Stockton!

Came around that bend

Traveling too quick.

It's wet.

An accident Mr. Holmes.

That'll be my report.

Subject closed.

A bit odd as you
say, constable.

Very good then.

You'll be leaving over
this day then will you?

Now are problem's gone.

No reason for me to stay.

And I gather the
village doctor is
better this morning

so you won't be
needing Dr. Watson's
services either?

No.

But his help was
appreciated.

Well come on lads,

let's get over with.

Accident?

Huh.

Murder?

One of the deeper
mysteries.

Where will they put him?

Graveyard, where else?

But he can't go there.

In my country sometime
they burn the body.

Well this isn't
your country!

We're civilized here.

So do you would
throw him out

to be eaten by wolves?

Where would you
bury him, Jack?

It's your friend Stockton
we're talking about.

You hungry dear?

No.

Why'd you look
at me like that?

Nothing.

Well, I've got to work.

The tree that he
hit was my tree.

The one that I fell from.

You've been to see it?

No, your tree Jack?

It wasn't down that way.

It was.

The very same tree
where I had my accident.

Must have a curse on it.

I want to see it.

Would you take me Michael?

Not now.

Are you afraid?

No, of course not.

I'll take you.

Michael?

Later, if you must.

For man walketh
in a vain shadow

and disquiet
himself in vain.

No Christian burial.

(whispering)

(whispering)

Voicing her protest.

No Christian burial.

(whispering).

Like it was a bomb
fretting away his honour.

Every man therefore
is but vanity.

Here my prayer O' Lord

and with thy ears
consider my calling.

Hold not thy
peace of my tears

for I am a
stranger with thee

and a sojourner as
all my fathers were.

Oh spare me little that
I may recover my strength

before I go hence
and be no more...

Jack?

Go to him.

Oh spare me a little that
I may recover my strength.

It's all right.

Oh, I think it was
claustrophobia.

Nothing worse.

Some people get
it in churches.

But he used to sing
in my choir every Sunday.

Well, he and Stockton
have become quite close.

It must have been
a terrible shock.

What a business!

The village up in arms

but I couldn't deny the
man a Christian burial.

I mean how could I?

What has he done?

Did he have any relatives, heirs?

Well no one as far
as anyone knows.

That's another
problem you see.

What to do with
his cottage?

His possessions?

I shall look over
the premises.

Shouldn't we
ask the police?

Holmes will know
what to look for.

In the business of house
clearing now, eh Holmes?

It may be instructive.

What's that smell in here?

Heliotrope?

It's the smell of decay.

Will you light
that lamp Watson?

And then we'll
set to work.

(Spanish)

A ghost?

I'll climb up and shake
him down if you like.

If he's up there.

It doesn't frighten me.

You can't frighten
me Stockton!

You're under the soil.

Where you belong.

You won't bother
nobody now!

No, never again.

Dolly?

come on now don't
play silly games.

(screaming)

Dolly?

Here's one by Stockton.

Religions in Peru.

Fish god, crab god,
fox god in flight.

Taboos, witchcrafts,
sorcery,

is there nothing this
man hasn't dabbled in?

Vampires.

There's a book here
on vampires, Holmes.

My God!

She's been attacked.

Down by the tree.

It was him.

Person to turn vampire
generally wizards,

suicides and
those who come

to a violent end
or being cursed...

Tonight two perfect
specimens

from whence I
draw my strength.

My two Peruvian
ladies revived me.

Vampire will
bring his victim

to the foot of death
but not beyond.

He will nurse it
back to health

with all the after
occurrence of love...

And yet I might
now also possess

when I visit the house

is she not commanding
me to relinquish,

to hand my mantel
on to another...

Indeed may be loved
and devour her again

whereby he's
forever nourished.

(Spanish).

He called to me.

Tell me your dream.

She wanted me to take
her there so I did.

One minute she was
standing there

then she was gone.

I couldn't see her.

Then she appeared
again by the tree

and fell into my arms.

On her neck were
bites and blood.

Did you make these marks?

No...no sir not I,
it was Stockton.

You saw him?

Well, no, but he was
there right enough.

Stockton is dead.

No sir, he is not

or if it is it's
the living dead

as God is my witness.

See the mark on her,
see for yourself.

Vampires don't exist!

Michael look at me!

They don't exist.

What's the matter
with the dog?

It's some form of paralysis.

Did it come on suddenly?

Yesterday.

Remarkable and suggestive.

What do you mean?

What's the dog got
to do with anything?

I can't tell you
this instant.

May Watson be permitted
to examine the maid?

Of course.

The man's death, perhaps
in part I caused it.

I don't deny that I
lost my temper Holmes.

But that's nothing
to the suffering

that's been brought
on this family,

my wife, the baby boy

and it continues
to be brought

now on the maid.

Explain that to me Holmes!

Good morning Jack.

Mr. Holmes, the detective.

Dolores is feeling
better, father.

It's a slight fever
nothing worse.

She was out with
Michael last night.

They were caught
in a storm.

Lover's marks?

No.

Then what?

This is also the tree

that Jack fell
from as a boy

that caused his injury

or so told Michael.

Stockton and Jack?

Now that's too
much to swallow.

Jack was lying.

I asked Ferguson.

Jack's tree is in quite
another part of the woods.

But why should he
lie about that?

Why indeed?

Out of my hands

it was the constable,
he decided.

We can't.

It's outside the law.

It's a violation.

Well what will the
spirits make of it?

(screaming)

Where we taking
him Mr. Gresty?

Back to where he belongs,

where he can do this
village no harm.

(screaming)

He tried to strangle me.

Some water please
Mrs. Gresty?

lt was like a big black
animal, a cat or a spider.

It had hair on the
inside of its hands.

And they covered
my throat.

It was just a
bad dream, Vera.

Just a bad dream.

I don't like it
here Mr. Gresty

Let's drop him
and get out fast.

Down here.

Are we going to do
the other thing?

What's that Michael?

You know, what you
do with the rats.

You've been a
mind whip boy.

We haven't no.

I'm not going down
there I won't.

What's that?

lt's from an ear.

Who can it be?

There's been a
desecration Watson.

Stockton has been
returned to the home

of his forbearers
I would imagine.

It's the matter of the
police or the bishop

no concern of ours
for the moment.

How's the girl?

Oh she's calm
sleeping now.

Marks?

Not a scratch.

Window?

Bolted from the inside.

It's a case of hysteria then.

But the Ferguson maid
Holmes, I swear...

Yes that we must
take seriously.

You coming?

Of course.

Jack?

Shed blood on her
mouth he saw it.

She and that man Stockton,

both of them vampires.

Where's your mistress now.

Mrs. Carlotta
she is a monster.

What do you mean?

She's the devil sir.

The maid then?

Where's the boy?

Jack?

Oh he's in his
room I think.

Mr. Ferguson I don't
know where he is.

It was poison.

Curare I think.

Will she live?

Yes.

Carlotta discovered
it was attempting

to suck the venom
out, he knew.

Started from
Stockton or perhaps

Stockton gave it to him.

An arrow dipped in curare.

Two small incisions
into the neck.

He tried it on
the dog first.

Jack?

I knew it couldn't
be Jack in the room.

I heard him
playing the violin
at Stockton's house.

And what about the ghost?

Trick of the light.

But the ruin had become
Jack's playground.

I saw him there on my
second visit and now here.

His inspiration hidden
away in cupboards,

a dark world
of imagination

brought alive by a
disturbed adolescent boy.

But to pretend
to be a vampire.

No Watson, believe!

Believe he is a vampire.

Remember his behavior
in the church?

His fear of the cross?

And Stockton too?

Why not?

He saw Stockton's
affect upon people.

His control over women.

What better thing to be?

To win the respects,
affection, love perhaps.

We must find him.

He'll be at the ruin
with his master.

Get thee to hell burn
forever and a day.

Let thy foul carcass
be food for jackals.

Let thy plot be trickful.

It's a blow to the head.

See that he lives, Watson.

Jack?

Jack?

Well, they are returning
to her country.

They have nothing in this
village to keep them

and neither have
you my good friends

but I for one shall
remember your efforts
with gratitude.

This business
with Stockton?

Oh, removed to another
parish quietly, no fuss.

May he rest in peace.

Goodbye.

The baby Holmes?
You don't think...

I respect the verdict
of your profession.

Pneumonia, wasn't it?

And Stockton's death?

Accident, fate, who knows
but Jack was no murderer.

Stockton's face
in the locket?

Got from a photograph,
a clever child.

Will there be any
record of these events?

The vampire of Lamberley.

No.

Perhaps the world
is not yet prepared.