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LOVE BRIDES OF THE BLOOD MUMMY

Which way to Dartmoor castle, please?

What is it you want?

The way to Dartmoor castle.

What do you want there?

I'm in a hurry. I want to get there before dark.

You can't miss it.

Down to the sea and follow the water until you see the castle.

On horseback, it will take about an hour.

It seems you're not afraid.

There's many people

Who'd take the long road to avoid the castle.

Really?

But why?

You're very interested in the place, you're not the police, are you?

I am an Egyptologist.

I'm interested in mummies, Egyptian coffins.

And I think that Count Dartmoor has some.

I don't know what people say.

And people say girls have disappeared there

They say they've drowned

That girl you see there,

She looks strange because she went there.

I mean it

But how? I don't know.

She turned up one night out of the blue.

She hasn't said a word in two months.

The only thing I understood is she escaped from the castle

When Lucille Dartmoor died.

When you talk to her,

She stares straight through you.

At first, she cried.

Screamed for no reason.

Now time's passed, she doesn't even cry anymore.

Hello! Hey!

John...

At your service...

Hello.

My name is James Barton,

I am an Egyptologist.

The door was open and...

You're lying!

You're not an Egyptologist.

You're the police.

Don't pretend otherwise

I expected you anyway

But, I... - Why deny it?

I can read every thought in your head.

I only have to raise my hand to turn you into stone

And end your destiny.

You don't believe me?

Watch!

Above all, don't move.

How is this possible?

I traveled much

I acquired more knowledge and hidden sciences

Than the world knows.

Fate sent you here...

And I will tell you everything.

Because you are in my power and tomorrow I'll decide your fate.

To explain the strange disappearances

That occurred round here, we need to go back in time.

It was a winter night, about two months ago.

I brought to the castle a sarcophagus

From my last trip to the Valley of the Kings.

A sarcophagus of great beauty.

That night, driven by curiosity and that need for change,

Always dormant in the human heart,

I sent my employees home and, with the help of my faithful John,

I opened the sarcophagus.

To my great surprise

The body I discovered wasn't wrapped in the usual bandages,

But lay perfectly preserved in its sarcophagus.

It was the most curious manuscript I'd ever seen.

I devoted all my time to decoding the hieroglyphs.

Soon the story became clear.

The mummy was the depraved son of a great priest.

Sentenced to loss of life,

He first had his tongue cut out, as was the custom.

His father wished to keep him from the ultimate punishment.

His body was rendered cataleptic,

The embalming indefinitely suspending all his vital functions.

A kind of hibernation, in other words.

And so the usual removal of viscera was not done

And a type of bitumen ensured their preservation.

Philosophical considerations ensued

About the long stay of the soul in limbo

And the possible return to life in a world of increased wisdom,

Thanks to the thousands of years of civilization that had passed

Since the burial.

If such embalming had been done,

There must be some way to resuscitate the body.

I decided to look for the solution.

I had just been re-reading Mesmer's theories

And, with the work of Galvani in mind,

"De viribus electric it at is in motu musculari commentarius",

I remembered a legend from ancient India.

It was written that

The combination of copper and metal from the yellow lands

Released the fluid of life.

Suddenly, I understood:

"The metal from the yellow lands", that was zinc,

Of which China and India possessed the only known mines in antiquity.

And combining it with copper, that was what we now call

The voltaic pile.

And I happened to own right here an electric device

Much more powerful than a simple pile.

I decided to try that very night.

With the help of my servant, I carried the electrical device

To my laboratory.

Scalpel.

Bring me some milk.

Then I realised this body needed fresh blood

To fill its arteries and restore life.

I hesitated for a moment, struggling with myself,

But science erased my humanitarian scruples.

I immediately ordered my servant to go in the countryside

And bring me back the first young, living being he met.

Hey, lovebirds!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

He will live...

I'm going to take some rest. Wake me at dawn.

The Egyptian had only to raise his hand

To submit my servant to his hypnotic will

From which he's never managed to release himself completely.

No! Help!

No...

No! Let me go!

No!

No! Let me... go!

Help! Let me go! Let me go!

Quick!

Come quickly!

Quickly!

The Egyptian tried to submit me to a power that, thank God,

I was able to neutralize.

But my servant wasn't mine anymore,

And was committed body and soul to him.

If you need help, we're your friends, right, Suzanne?

Don't worry, Pete.

No-one just disappears like that.

Goodbye, Peter...

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Let me go! Let me go! No!

Help!

Let me go! Let me go, help!

Run!

Let me go, let me go!

No! You animal! Stop it!

The sailor had identified his attacker.

The fact he found the clogs on the way to the castle

Confirmed his suspicions.

He decided to sort it right away.

The Egyptian spent hours there in front of my dungeon,

Feasting on my suffering.

Then, driven by the force that made him kill to survive,

He would resume his odious practices.

Let me go, you animals!

My life had become a nightmare.

To live, the Egyptian needed new victims every day.

And I knew that to release the psychic energy

Essential to his existence,

He had to torture and rape them before drinking their blood.

Bitch!

Let me go...

Come on, walk.

Come on, walk!

Help! No...

But my nightmare wasn't over.

While I was powerless, trapped in a dungeon,

My daughter Lucie, my only child, unaware of the tragedy,

Was heading for the castle with a friend.

Hello, John.

Why this stunned face?

Don't you recognize your little Lucie?

Have I changed so much in 6 months?

Go tell Papa I ran away from Aunt Elizabeth's

It really was too dull!

And tell him my friend Anne de Wilbury will stay here for a few days.

Lucie...

Miss Lucie...

I don't understand what's going on... Where are the servants?

And I'm worried about John.

I've never seen him like that.

- What about the horses? - Leave them here.

I must see my father, this silence worries me.

Don't worry.

The silence here is making you gloomy.

We'll change that, and drag your father from his grimoires.

I'm so hungry!

It's Miss Dartmoor who just arrived...

Lucie?

But... who are you?

Don't touch me!

No, stop it, don't touch me!

No!

But... but let me go!

Let me go! No...

I took advantage of the shock

The sight of Lucie had produced on my servant

To substitute my will for that of the Egyptian.

John!

Open this dungeon.

I can't...

I order you to open!

I don't have the key. The Egyptian took it.

Anne, help!

Help...

Help!

Leave me here, go find some help, quickly!

Help!

Help, help...

Quick, go find help...

Traumatized by the events that had occurred at the castle,

My poor daughter's friend had lost her mind.

Help me someone!

Anne de Wilbury wandered into the countryside.

No-one ever knew what became of her.

All my searches were unsuccessful,

And her disappearance remains a mystery to me.

Why did you come back alone?

...

...

...

Had avoided the impact of the axe.

The blade struck his arm, severing the hand from the body.

I chained that ghastly hand and walled in the body of the Egyptian.

- What you're telling me is horrible. - Horrible...

Horrible

You will sleep here. I'll show you your room.

I suppose this invitation is an order,

And that I am your prisoner...

Here is your room.

John will bring your luggage.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

What is it?

Come quickly...

Dartmoor's been strangled.

Strangled?