All language subtitles for Lust for a Vampire (1971)

Stay a while longer.

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

Can I see you tonight?

Perhaps.

Giddyup!

O 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!

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.

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?

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.

Oh, 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!

Well, 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 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...

...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's blood away.

But men are amongst
their victims too!

But men are amongst
their victims too!

But men are amongst
their victims too.

I would not advise you...

...to be 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
Lestranges 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 apologize 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, sir,
tell me about the girls.

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

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

- Interesting family.
- Very.

And 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.

Now, this is a new idea in...
physical exercise.

Based on Greek or Roman dancing.

Is it?

We... 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.

And 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.

Oh, 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 Carstair's 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 who Giles Barton
was with yesterday?

I don't know.

How do feel after your first day?

- Very tired.
- It's 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 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 till 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 Karnsteins 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...

Three beautiful girls on an educational
tour of Karnstein Castle,

and I thought they were vampires!

Mircalla!

Mircalla!

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

I came down by myself,

then I 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 traveled 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...

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...

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.

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 endeavor.

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

I, um, preach what I...
cannot practice.

Oh, 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.
- Oh, no doubt, but...

...highly inconvenient.

But couldn't he have used
a walking stick?

Is 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 19th Century novel,

and at long last this
comparatively new form...

...began to reach the power
and the grace of the age-old forms...

...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 18th Century work.

Your education seems
to have been neglected.

- I am sorry.
- That's alright.

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

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

The later 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
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!

Oh, 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
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 books!

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!

It's 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've...

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.

I thought she was with
some girls in another room...

...and I didn't realize
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
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 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 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's 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 the 12th Century.

Ah! Now here we have
an interesting example.

A young Karnstein Countess, Carmilla.

Born...

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

...1710.

Uh, 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... favored
female relative.

Now, then, let's see what...

...what could it have come from?

Marcilla?

Millarca?

Mircalla!

Perhaps the Herritzen family is...

...related in some way
to the Karnsteins?

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 is 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...

Nah, it's alright, 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, 120 years ago!

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 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 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!

Countess!

This is an honor!

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 school, Countess.

- Miss Simpson!
- Miss Simpson!

What's happened?

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 traveling
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.

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, I...

What's the trouble?

Oh, 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 know if I can
explain really.

It's about Susan.

Susan?

Oh, 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...

...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.

Oh, 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?

Mircalla.

Mircalla?

Oh, 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 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?

Oh, I don't know.

I need more time to think!

Please!

We don't want to be
overhasty, 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.

"Karnsteins, A History Of Evil."

"Witchcraft."

"The Vampire Legend."

"History of Styria."

Mademoiselle Herritzen,

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

Your work on the
18th 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 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.

Mircalla.

Mircalla!

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 am 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 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.

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,
but... but...

Why, Miss Simpson?

Why, why, why?

Yes, I realize now, Inspector...

You realized 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 am 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?

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 loved each other
that night I was so happy. I...

But since then you've
avoided me like the plague!

You won't... 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 swear to me
never to speak to her,

or to speak of our love!

Mircalla, this is the 19th,
not the 18th 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 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 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?

Oh, 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.

Now, what the hell
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
you are 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 gonna 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!

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 wanna know
how a thing like this could happen!

I even had experts try 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 wanna 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?

This 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.

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.

But there are certain...

...reprehensible aspects of the matter
goes without seeing.

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 your daughter died
for 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.

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 dark 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!

You must be tired, my Lord!

Yes, Mr. Pelley, I am tired!

But to exorcize evil spirits
is part of my holy duty!

And there are
no spirits more evil...

...than those of the Karnsteins!

- Burn them all!
- Kill 'em!

Burn them!

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 stake
their evil hearts!

- It's horrible!
- Burn them all!

Yes! 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 Karnsteins,
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, sated by the blood
of their victims...

...they return to their graves!
There we'll find them!

Oh, my God!

My Lord!

My Lord, you must
stop them! You must!

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

Let me go!
Get your hands off me!

Listen to me, damn you,
listen to me!

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

- Save who?
- Mircalla!

Mircalla!

Too late!

Give me the stake! I'll do it!

Burn down the castle!

No, wait! Wait, wait!

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 a 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!

O 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.