All language subtitles for Lust for a Vampire_1971f

Stay a while longer.

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

- Can I see you tonight?
- Perhaps.

Oh Lord of Darkness, 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!

Aga, adonai, magesta mundi

Te adoro, etain voco

venetai, venetai Lucifer!

That looks good.
So do you Trudi, good enough to eat!

I must go.

No, there's no hurry.

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

Oh 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.

But 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 forty years to the day
since they were last seen...

and before that forty years again.

Oh really. Who?

The Karnsteins.

- I don't think I know them.
- That's their castle up on the hill.

Why 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 Karnsteins
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!

That's alright, 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 realise you all feel strongly
about this,

but its 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 he anywhere.

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

after lunch.

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

What you said, sir, about the Karnsteins
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 blood away.

But men are amongst
their victims too!

But men are amongst
their victims too!

But men are amongst
their victims...

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

We call them the undead, sir.
They're vampires!

Girls, girls!

Girls!

I don't know who you are, sir.

Richard Lestrange.
Would that be the Lestrange's of Cork?

Richard Lestrange.
Would that be the Lestrange's of Cork?

Yes.

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

- That's right. How did you know that?
- Geniality 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 Karnsteins.
- Yes I'm sure, but uh...

Tell me about the girls.

That's Susan Pelley.
She's from the America's.

And that's Isabel Courtley.
One of the Hampshire Courtley's.

- 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 quite a big project for us.

I teach history and 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 Greek or 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 Playfair?
- No! To Miss Simpson.

- The author?
- Yes, I'm afraid so.

Ah, Lord Thurston's son.

Oh, well, then you will always he
welcome at the school,

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

They are not suitable for girls
of an impressionable age.

No, I suppose not.
A bit frightening perhaps,

but if you'd like me to lecture on
English literature at anytime...

We have an 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 Herritzen.
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 Herritzen.

Oh, yes.

Countess.

My niece, Mircalla.

My partner, Mr. Giles Barton,

and this is Mr. Richard Lestrange,
the celebrated author.

Countess.

Lord Thurston's son.
Shall we take tea?

That 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. Trisha, do you know
Giles Barton was with yesterday?

I don't know.

How do feel after your first day?

Very tired.

It's the dancing.
It takes a little while to get used to.

- I shall never get used to it.
- Sure you will... in time.

Let me do that.

- Does that feel better?
- Mmm.

(Laughter)

Come along now girls, settle down.
Stop all the talking.

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

Joanna, you've only got another
five minutes to lights out.

I think I'll take that.

Alright girls, into bed now.
Quickly!

Let's 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.

I thought my God, they've got me!

It's just as the landlord said-
it's the Karnstein's come for me.

I backed away from this
beautiful girl.

I turned to run.

Come on Adolph.
Good boy, come on.

I froze with fear.
I tell you I was petrified.

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

and I tried to run away!

I ask you, three beautiful girls...

If not for the schoolmaster...

Three beautiful girls on a educational
tour of Karnstein Castle,

and I thought they were vampires!

(Scream)

Mircalla!

Mircalla!

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

I came down by myself,

then l thought I heard somebody
and I went and had a look.

Probably old Giles,

he's always creeping around trying
to catch us with no clothes on.

- Did you find anyone?
- No.

Ale sir?

- 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 um... I've read every one
of your books.

Thank you.
That's very kind of you.

I enjoy them sir, I enjoy them,

and um... I write myself.

Oh, I don't think I've read your work.

Because it hasn't been published,
that's why.

My uh.. my style is what the French
call Avaunt-garde.

Yes, well it can be difficult.

I live in hopes. I live in hopes.

There must be somewhere,
some enlightened uh...

Perhaps you'd be good enough to
read 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.

Then you must be the new teacher...
of English literature.

I preach what I cannot practice.

My dear sir, I had no idea you were
the Arthur Biggs!

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... 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
Nineteenth Century novel,

and at long last this comparatively
new form

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

the play, the poem.

Mademoiselle, perhaps you can
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
Eighteenth Century work.

Your education seems to have
been neglected.

I'm sorry.

That's alright. You'll just have to
have some personal tuition.

Alright, let's see what the rest
of you know.

The later part of the Fifteenth 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 Kamstein Castle was built.

We find our first mention of
the Karnstein family

in the Styrian chronicles of 1187.

This as you know, is the equivalent
of England's Doomsday Book.

The Karnsteins have a most
curious family history.

Not all of it documented
by any means.

The first allusion to the
Karnstein family

was possibly in the Styrian Chronicles-
that's when they were published...

- Now Mr. Lestrange.
- Miss Simpson.

I'm glad to see that you're taking
an interest

in the activities of the school
at large.

Oh, 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.

We see from the Chronicle,

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.

God! It's the dust from
those old hooks.

Where did you dig them up from?

What?

The books. Most important.

Why, what are they about?

Histories.

Research material.

Research into what?

Karnstein 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...

(Scream echoes)

Mircalla!

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.
- No!

Born at that moment.

I've only lived since, with 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.

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

I thought she was with some girls
in another room

and I didn't realise until this
morning that

she'd not come hack.

And you are sure she said nothing
about going out?

Quite sure Mademoiselle.

All right child.

Oh, Mircalla...

I'm quite sure that 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 measles.

Yes Miss Simpson.

Miss Simpson, a girl has disappeared.
You can't really believe it's a joke?

Of course I don't,

but 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

we should still inform the police.

- The police? Certainly not!
- We must!

I will not be told 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.
lt's my whole future.

I can't throw it away,
create some silly scandal,

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

Very well, forty-eight hours,
but no longer.

Because if you don't report it then,
I will.

The history of Kamstein Castle can be
traced hack to beyond the Middle Ages.

Incidents relating to the
Karnstein family

have been recorded as early as
the Twelfth Century.

Ah! Nowhere we have an interesting
example.

A young Karnstein Countess,
"Carmilla".

Born... 1688 as 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
Karnstein 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 anagram of her
mother's name or

some other favoured female relative.

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

"Marcilla?"

"Millarca?"

"Mircalla!"

Perhaps the Herritzen family is in
some way related to the Karnstein's?

Do you know if this is so,
Mademoiselle?

No.

Then I shall pursue my researches
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 left unsaid.

The villagers have the most
extraordinary stories about...

Mircalla, meet me here tonight,
it's 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...

Oh, don't you think you
should curtail the...

No, it's alright, it keeps me fit.

One of my class wasn't
there this morning.

Now 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.

You'll get over it...

and now, if I may suggest...

A long sleep will do you much
more good.

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

- I'm going for a stroll.
- That'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", "Mircalla."

I went back, I checked my histories.
I knew what I was looking for...

the portrait of Carmilla Karnstein,

died 1710,
a hundred and twenty years ago,

and do you know who
the portrait was of Mircalla,

the portrait of Carmilla Karnstein?

It was you.

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 toknow 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 have proved 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!

Mircalla!

Please.

I only want to serve you.

Please... I beg you.

Take me.

Mircalla!

Mircalla!

Mirc...

Countess! This is an honour.

I was on my way to Vienna,

and I thought I would take the
opportunity of paying you a visit.

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

(Girls screaming)

- Miss Simpson! Miss Simpson!
- What's wrong?

You look like as if somebody's seen
a ghost or something!

Oh, poor Giles!

But what could have happened,
was it an accident?

We'll soon know.

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

Oh, so very fortunate!

The local doctor is sure to gossip

and we simply can't stand a breath
of scandal.

There will be no scandal.

Doctor...?

A heart attack.

Oh... hello.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

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, I...

What's the trouble?

I don't really know, but 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 think that I can explain really.

- It's about Susan.
- Susan?

Oh, what's the matter with her,
apart from a fever.

That wasn't true.

It was 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 seems somehow
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.

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?
- Mircalla.

- Mircalla?
- She says she knows nothing.

Well, there could he some
simple explanation.

You don't want to make
a fool of yourself, do you?.

I don't care about that!
I'm 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?
- I don't know.

- I need more time to think.
- Please.

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

- Tomorrow?
- Yes.

I must get back.

Mind nobody sees you.

Miss Simpson would have a
heart attack!

Thank you.

- For what?
- For listening.

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

You're work on the Eighteenth Century
is excellent,

but 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.

Mircalla.

- You have something to tell me?
- Yes... I love you.

No, 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?

Mircalla... 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?

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

It's quite simple, I am a Karnstein.
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 Mircalla.

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 that 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!

Yes.

♪ Strange Love

Silently stealing
through the night

So concealing

Two hearts
suddenly feeling

Strange Love

Strange Love

Tender and burning

Love you've
Ever been yearning

How you
ache to return this

Strange Love

But we know it never could he
Ever

Never could be

Strange...

Strange...

Love

Mircalla.

Mircalla.

The door was open.

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 ifs all in your imagination.

About Susan disappearing?

About any sinister construction
you put upon 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 off 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.

In the last day or two you've...
changed.

Oh, that's ridiculous!

I thought of you as someone...

honest and...

courageous when you first
came here.

I thought I could go to you and...

There was no one else that... l...

♪ Strange Love

Silently stealing
through the night

So concealing

Two hearts
suddenly feeling

Strange Love

Strange...

Strange...

Love

Why Miss Simpson?
Why, why, why?

- Yes, I realise now Inspector...
- You realised 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 should 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.

Yes.

I said immediately, Miss Simpson...

and you will dispatch it,
Miss Playfair...

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.

You 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. Froheim.

I do not know him.

Personal physician to
Countess Herritzen.

I do not know her.

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

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

I see.

Well 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... hmm?

- Hmm?
- 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.

Mary!

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

- Why not?
- You know why.

No, I don't.

When we love each other that night
I was so happy. I...

but since then you've avoided
me like the plague.

You, you won't talk to me, you won't
even meet my eyes in the classroom.

- I can't!
- Mircalla.

No, don't question me.
I can't explain. I don't want to.

Mircalla, if you don't love me
for God's sake just tell me.

I can't bear the agony of not knowing.

Mircalla, tell me...

What?

That you don't love me.
Say it!

Say it!

...and then one of them discovered
the body underneath there.

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.
- No, no, please don't go.

But you don't understand.

My aunt's coming this afternoon.

The Countess?

Yes.

- Mircalla, let me talk to her.
- No!

- I only thought that I...
- It would not be correct.

I... Richard...

You must vow to me never
to speak to her,

or to speak of our love.

Mircalla, this is the Nineteenth,
not the Eighteenth Century.

No!

Swear to me!

All right, I swear...

but only if you kiss me again.

I cannot 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 tum.

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 only tried to do what I felt
was

right for the girls,
for the school.

I'm sure you have.

Now don't worry about him
any more.

But he's searching the grounds now!

What is there for him to find?

- Letter! What letter?
- To Mr. Pelley, Susan's father.

But he insisted.

- Has it been dispatched?
- Yes.

Miss Playfair left for the
village immediately.

The 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. Pelley

telling him his daughter has
been found... dead.

- But?
- There shall then be no further inquiries

and as long as we enclose
a death certificate...

But how?

I don't...

How?

You mean what did she die of?

Oh, I would say of-

A heart attack.

I thought at least you
would help me.

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

So 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 Herritzen pulling strings
in high places, no doubt.

What the hell has she got
to do with it?

I'm beginning to wonder.

Ever since her precious niece turned
up at the school.

Don't bring Mircalla into this!

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,

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!

Mircalla?

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 has 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 try and 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.

Its been like a nightmare.

Grave digging!

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.

Open it.

Miss Simpson is quite exhausted.

The doctor said 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.

Doctor Froheim does not practice
in Vienna.

I have my doubts Madam

whether Doctor 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 Doctor Froheim 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.

My God!

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.

That'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 saying.

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

Whoever he may be.

But there were these marks
on her 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 Pelley, I told you

I cannot with certainty say that you
daughter died for any reason but

that her heart stopped heating.

They're arguing about it now,

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

Fritz saw them himself.

And there's the schoolmaster too.

Heart attack, they said.

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

I can do nothing.

We are talking about matters
beyond science,

about the darker imaginings
of men,

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.

My Lord.

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.

Mircalla.

Mircalla!

Mircalla!

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

Who is it?
I want to know!

Mircalla.

Burn 'em!

You must be tired my Lord.

Yes Mr. Pelley, 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 Karnstein's.

- Burn them all!
- Kill 'em!

Hans, what's going on
for God's sake?

- I thought you were up at the school.
- 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 castle!

- What for?
- To find the Karnsteins,

or their graves.
Dig up their bodies and

and stake their evil hearts!

It's horrible!

Yes, but they are agents
of the Devil,

and 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 Karnsteins,
they're all dead.

Not their spirits.

They take on the form of others
and no one knows them.

- Well how will you?
- At night,

sated by the blood of their victims
they return to their graves.

There we'll find them!

Oh my God!

Burn them!

My Lord, my Lord,
you must stop them. You must!

- Get off! Get yourself out of it!
- Let go!

Let go! Get your hands off me!
Listen to me, damn you, listen to me!

She's a victim too,
I must save her.

- Who?
- Mircalla.

Mircalla!

Too late.

- Give me a stake!
- I'll do it!

Burn down the castle!

No, wait, wait, wait!

Stop! Stop! Stop you fools!

Burn 'em out!
Kill 'em!

Burn them!

Stop! Stop you fools!

Fire is useless.

Burn 'em, kill 'em!

Tell them to hold their torches.
Fire will not serve.

Nothing will destroy them but to stake
or decapitation!

Give me the torch!

Let me go, let me go!
For God's sake, I beg you.

Let me go.
Let me go!

Nay! There is no death for us
in fire!

That man, stop him!
Stop him. Don't let him go in there!

Don't be a fool.

Mircalla!

Mircalla!

Mircalla!

Richard!
Richard, get out!

Get out!

Lestrange!
Lestrange!

Come on!
Come on, let's get out of here!

Richard.
Oh, thank God!

Janet

Let us pray.

Oh God, our father.

We thank thee for delivering us
from this evil.

Thy power and thy glory have fought and
vanquished these Servants of the Devil.

For this we offer up our
humble thanks...

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