All language subtitles for Terror In The Crypt

NARRATOR: That same night,
many miles away,

in the ancient castle of the
Counts of Karnstein...

Countess Laura.

What is it?

- Why are you crying?
- Don't touch me! Go away!

Laura!
What's happened to you?

Horrible!

My cousin...

She's been killed!

- Your cousin, Tilde?
Impossible!

All right, you can leave her now.
Go back to your room.

That's better.

I saw it all. She ran away...
and after her was something...black!

It was terrible!

Laura, are you sure you didn't
dream these awful things?

No. I swear to you.
You must believe me, Rowena.

They aren't just dreams I've had.

They're real.

I... I was there.
There!

- Who are you?
- My name is Frederick Klauss.

Ah! The Count has been
expecting you for some time.

Go in, sir.

Come in.

Herr Klauss has arrived.

Ah, Her Klauss.
I was expecting you.

- I hope you had a pleasnat trip.
- Fine, thank you.

Please sit down.

When I was in London recently, they
informed me that you were the best person

to satisfy my curiosity on a certain matter.

I am at your disposition.
Go on, sir.

- A matter, I sould add, of life and death.

It's a question of some research.

I would like you to try and reconstruct
the life of an ancestor of mine,

called Sera of Karnstein,

who lived 200 years ago,

and possibly discover what she looked like.
That is, approximately.

You seem to have faith in my ability.

Yes, I do.

- Legend has it

that Sera was accused of being a witch...
Of murdering young girls.

She was crucified,

and every trace of her life was wiped out
to exorcise the evil.

Why do you want this research done?

Let us call it idle curiosity.
Now I will show you the library.

You will find that many of the manuscripts
are faded and illegible,

but I have no doubt whatsoever
that you will be able to restore them.

Please.

My Lord, I must speak with you.

Cedric?

You must excuse me for a moment.
The butler will show you to the library.

I will join you there later.

Cedric, you will show Herr Klauss
to the library.

- Well?
- She had another of her nightmares.

- Who is it this time?
- Tilda.

Thank heavens he came.

Yes.

- The library, sir.
- Thank you.

Everything is ready down in the crypt.
We'll know the truth tonight, once and for all.

I'm afraid, Rowena.

Many things tend to frighten us
because we don't understand them.

You know me better than anyone.
You've been with me since I was born.

Why am I different?

We're all different in some way.

You have a gift that's quite special.

That is a blessing.
You mustn't think otherwise.

I don't want it.

I want to be like
all the other girls.

Like Tilda...

and I was so glad because she was
cominr to visit us soon.

Laura, my dear, I don't wish to disturb you,
but we have a guest for dinner.

Who is it?

A friend of mine.

- I've invited him to spend several days with us.
- Oh. All right, Papa.

Rowena,

- Herr Klauss is a special guest.

Prepare his room.

We rarely have visitors here.

It's like living in a tomb,

- or somewhere at the
very edge of the world.

I like these ancient castles.

They've such an atmosphere of mystery,

- and your surroundings here,
the mountains and forests

they give the place a romantic air
that's most intriguing.

- Perhaps I was just born in the wrong century.

You see, in places like this the past
is still continuing to flourish,

and I live more in the past
than in the present.

What?

I should imagine that Herr Klauss
has simply chosen this way

of referring to his passionate interest in
ancient and medieval history.

- It's possible that already you
have found in our library

- some manuscript worthy of your attention.

Am I correct?

Yes, indeed.
I found several in fact.

That bell that I keep hearing,
I didn't see any village on my way here.

There's the village of Karnstein.

It's all in ruins now.

Except for a tower where the wind
sometimes sets the bell ringing.

And with my own hand I will destroy
all those who bear the name of Karnstein,

and my blood, which has been spilt so
cruelly will reneter my veins

and the sons of the traitors who
today are about to kill me

will be wiped from the face of the earth.

Though centuries go by,
my day of vengeance will come.

I, Sera of Karnstein, swear this
on the star with five points.

The star with five points...

Sera of Karnstein,
you must come to us.

Lie down.

Free your mind from every care,

and let it wander,

- aimlessly, like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Sera of Karnstein,
we call upon you.

- We call upon your sprit to come forth.

Sera...

The House of Karnstein

because of your sacrilegious crimes

condemns you to death.

Your final agonies will be prolonged

for the list of your sins
is a long one.

You will remain there through burning days
and endless nights, unable to die.

Your eyes, messengers of evil,
will finally be devoured by ravens.

Only then will our family's vengeance
be complete.

- Accursed cretin!
- Go to your master, witch!

You are guilty of condemning me unjustly
to a hideous death,

but you will suffer for this crime.

One day a Karnstein will appear among you

bearing not only my face, but my
burning lust for vengeance.

Do you hear me!

Then for every hour of my torment

one of the House of Karnstein
will pay with his life!

Murderers!

Murderers!

- Laura...get up.

- Come here.

Laura...Laura!

What happened?

Look!

My wrists are bleeding.

They look as if they've been tied,

but they don't hurt me.

Laura, we should never have done this.

I shouldn't have asked you to come here.

You had a nightmare again.
You said you were tied to a cross.

I don't recall anything.
Did I say why I was there?

- You didn;t say why.
- Wait!

You said tonight we'd know the truth,
once and for all.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

- Laura...
- Don;t deceive me, Rowena.

Please tell me.

Sera of Karnstein spoke through
you tonight.

It was as though she possessed you,
but only for a few minutes!

Laura!
You're free of her now!

- Laura, come back!

No, Laura!

- Rowena...
- Should I find that the powers of evil

are employing you to carry out their crimes,

I will kill you myself!

- Do you swear?
- Yes.

- What are you thinking?
- Hmm?

- I was thinking about Herr Klauss.
- He seems to know his work.

Perhaps he'll find out something more
about Sera.

- You seem worried tonight.

I always used to laugh at the legends
of the Karnstein peophecy,

and now, I don't know.

There really seems to be something mysterious,

but it's taking the lives of all the Karnsteins,
wherever they are

And Laura...
That would be horrible!

You think she's responsible?
She just dreamed she saw them die.

It's a kind of second sight.

You've nothing to fear.

Herr Klauss will find a picture of Sera

I'm sure of that.

So forget your worries.

If I'm to forget, you must help me.

What do you mean?
You don't love me, you're amusing yourself.

You know that's not true.

- Then why don't we get married?
- You could be my daughter.

All right then, adopt me.

I don't find that amusing.

It's because I want to become a
Karnstein in any way I can.

Why?

Oh, because it would be nice to have a
great, fancy 'K' embroidered on my robe.

Is that the only reason?

Go away! What makes you think
we welcome beggars like you?

Ugliness can often bring good luck,
you know.

Beauty carries seeds of misfortune.

- You heard me, go on now!
- Let him in, Cedric.

Where have you been, you scoundrel?

I must say, you don't look any better or
any worse than the last time you were here.

The flowers grow fast but they
fade on the morrow.

It's the twisted oak trees that last.
I hope you are well, Rowena.

Thank you, my friend. Quite well.

Cedric, will you see that this man
is given some dinner,

- and a little something
to drink.

You vivit many places.

Have you heard news of a young Karnstein...
Tilda Karnstein?

I travel, and the news goes with me,
both good and bad.

You know of her?

In some houses death is a tenant.

She was killed.

A horrible death. She's the third
of the Karnstein's to die since April.

I hope to sell many good luck charms here.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- I see you're alone.

I'm always alone.

- May I sit down?
- If you wish.

Laura, is there something
that's disturbing you?

You're still a young girl but, since I've
been here I've never seen you smile.

In this solitude it's difficult.

But there's your father.
He's company for you, isn't he?

He has no interest in me.

That's not true at all.
I know that...

What is it?

Excuse me, Frederick.

Laura.

Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa there!

Bring her up here.

- Is she hurt?
- I don't know. I hope not.

Put her down here.
Carefully.

- It's nothing serious.
- I'm afraid it's my fault.

My journey is of the utmost importance,
and I insisted on travelling at too great a speed.

My daughter, unfortunately,
has been ill.

She wants to accompany me, but with her
delicate health she shouldn't go further.

Possibly you know a quiet place
where I could leave her,

- for the short time I'd be away.
- She can be our guest at the castle.

There, she's fine.

I'm the daughter of the Count of Karnstein.

I know my father would like
her to stay with us.

It won't be necessary.
Thank you.

I feel much better.
I'm ready to go now.

I'll be happier if you stay.

I can't thank you enough.

I'll be back for her very soon.

Now, if you excuse me, I see my
carriage is repaired. I must leave.

Take care, darling.

- What's your name?
- Lyuba...and yours?

Laura.

- Whhy do you look at me like that?
- How beautiful you are.

Thank you.

We'll become good friends.
I can feel it.

I'm so glad you like me.

If my mother should be delayed for some
reason I'd hate to be an unwelcome guest.

Oh, never!

- What are you looking for?
- Nothing, but I know what you're looking for.

You're looking for a face.

I'm restoring manuscripts.

You're looking for the face of
Sera Karnstein.

It would seem that the walls
in this castle have ears.

Do you think I've been eavesdropping?

I can assure you I haven't.

That's a waste of time.

I learn everything from the Count.

- Do you want some advice?
- Yes.

Instead of digging through
dusty manuscripts

why don't you look around you?

That face may be nearer to you
than you think.

Wait a minute.
Who is it then?

That's all I'm going to say.

That's no answer.
Now you've aroused my curiosity.

Don't beat around the bush.
Who's face do you mean?

You're hurting me!

I asked you a question.
Answer me!

- Do you want me to scream?
- As you wish.

If you do it will mean you have to
answer me in front of the others.

I want her name.

Laura.

Laura?

Drink from this and may your thirst
be quenched.

It is blood from the
House of Karnstein.

Tilda?

Tell me the truth...
did I kill you?

- Yes.
Why did you do it?

Who is it?

Who is it?

- Who is it?
- It's Lyuba. Don't you know me?

I heard you cry out.

I had a terrible nightmare.

- I can't believe how hideous it was.

I was afraid you'd been taken ill.
You'd better go back to bed now.

Stay with me, Lyuba.
I'm afraid.

I beg of you. Please.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

You're straining your eyes and wasting
candles. The sun's been up for hours.

I can see that.
I thought it was still night.

Oh, Rowena?

How many pictures are there in the castle?

Pictures?

Yes, paintings like that one.

I don't know.
A hundred?

If you include tapestries,
probably more.

One more question.

What is Annette like?

Nothing but a parasite.

Like the vines that curl around the
trees and gradually strangle them.

Ah, do Annette and the Count
have a special relationship?

I couldn't say.
Good morning.

- Herr Klauss, already at work?
- Good morning.

Or should I say,
still at work?

- Still, sir, but I think I've found a clue.
- Oh...already?

You sound displeased, sir.

No. It's not that Herr Klauss.

It's just that I didn't expect
a result so soon.

I've read all these parchments
and I've never found anything useful.

Perhaps you never held one up
against the light.

Last night I found,
looking at this page of manuscript

that there were two levels of writing.
The earlier one covered by a varnish.

Immediately, I started removing the
first level of writing.

- What did you find?
- Only a clue, really.

But this says there was once an
actual portrait of Sera of Karnstein,

here in the castle.

Right after her death
someone had it painted over.

The new painting isn't described.

Go on.

Well, it's possible that the portrait
is still here,but to discover it,

it may mean my scraping the surface
of every one of the paintings in the castle.

- May I do that?
- No!

No, you'd only ruin them while
looking for something that doesn't exist.

No, Herr Klauss, I prefer that
you continue your research.

It's conceivable that you might
discover her shape and size.

Then we will see.

I thought this was
a matter of life and death.

All right, sir. I understand.
As you wish.

- Hello. Where are you off to?
- I'm going to get my scarf.

- Hello, Laura.
- Good afternoon.

It does me a lot of good
to see you smiling.

I'd gotten the idea you didn't
know how.

Lyuba's friendship reminded me of the
fact that I'm still young.

I remember mentioning that
to you yesterday.

Yesterday, before she arrived,
life seemed hopeless.

Not worth living.

One can live too much alone.

You need someone to share your life.
To be near you.

I'd like to help you, if I could,
make you fell less alone, in some way.

But I'm no longer alone.

Laura seems changed for the better
this morning.

Lyuba's company ahs brought
her back to reality.

I only wish it were true.

No doubt about it. Don't you see how
much calmer she is with Lyuba?

Yes. Only too clearly.

What do you mean by that?

I don't trust her.

You're a foolish woman.

I'm thinking of sending
Herr Klauss back to London.

Actually, it was stupid of me
to have believed in that legend.

He can't leave yet.

It was you who suggested I bring him
here to alay my suspicions about Laura.

Or perhaps you hope
they's be justified?

I didn't hope for anything.

You don't like Laura,
do you?

She loathes me.

If it weren't for Laura,
we'd have been married,

and you wouldn't have to be
ashamed of loving me.

Lyuba!

Lyuba!

Lyuba!

Lyuba?

Lyuba!

Laura! What's happened?

I've killed her!
I'm a monster!

- What are you saying?
- I want to die.

Now what's all this?

Laura.

Try to calm yourself.
Laura.

Rowena...

The time has already come for you
to do what you promised you would.

Not until I am certain, child.

It was only a bad dream you had.

Go back to bed now.
You're overtired and excited.

Come on.

I wouldn't wake her if I were you.

The less she knows, the better.

Yes, you are right.

Sir?
I think I have the right to ask you this,

since you've probably noticed that
I have a high regard for your daughter.

When I arrived you said that I had been
brought here on a matter of life and death.

You were afraid Laura, had been possessed
by the spirit of your ancestor, Sera of Karnstein.

Now you are doubly afraid that I
may confirm this.

Right?

But why my Laura?

Please Laura, get into bed now.

It's blood!

You're up early this morning,
aren't you?

I must have wakened with the sunrise.

I fely listless and tired,

but I couldn't stay in bed
any longer.

It's so beautiful here.

Perhaps Nature has perfectly set the stage
and is now waiting for the actors to enter,

but who knows if the play is farce...
or tragedy.

This is a spot where one could
come for pleasure or for death.

Lyuba.

A love potion?

A drug for those who bear you malice?

A charm against the evil eye?

Please leave!
Can't you see my friend is frightened?

I also have a talisman against death.

Another that drives away spirits of evil.

I told you to leave here.

For you...
I don't want anything for it.

Take it!

Thank you...
but please go.

In some houses, death is a tenant.

They found a girl last Monday,
she was like wax.

Preparing her for burial they
couldn't find a drop of blood in her body.

It's not true.
It's not true!

- Please go away!
- Laura!

You mustn't. I'm sure he
doesn't even know what he's saying.

He knows. He knows!

I've journeyed many long years.
I remember well the faces.

A hundred yeras, two hundred, three hundred...
what are they, a blink of eternity's eyelid.

Laura?

Laura.

What do you want?
Go away!

Listen to me.

Your father brought me here to find the face
of an ill-fated ancesstress of his,

but now he's afraid that he face
could be yours.

And if it were?

It's an obsession with you...
and with your father.

The only way to combat it is to find
her portrait and prove that you're wrong,

and that portrait is here in the castle.

I'll find the face of Sera no matter
how long it takes me.

Thank you, Frederick,
but you can't help me.

I think I can.
You'll have proof of that.

I don't know what will happen.

I only know that I'm tired,
very tired.

- Laura, won't you trust me?
I'm going to help you.

Why should you become involved?

It would be wiser to leave.

My fate is decided.

- They carved no name upon my tomb,
only a black stone rests there,

- but I will fill the Karnstein vault with tombs,
and my face will be at their burials.

- I will be her and she will be me, and the centuries
will only increase my lust for vengeance.

- Good morning.
Good morning. Have you seen Laura up here?

Yes, she's in her room lying down.
Why, what's wrong?

I really don't know.

A hunchback peddlar said some meaningless
things to her and she suddenly became quite upset.

It's possible that Laura is ill,
or parhaps she's only much too sensitive,

but she admires you tremendously

and I think it would help
if you stayed close to her.

She told me she's been having nightmares.

They've something to do with an old legend.

She's all upset and nervous.

She has such a need for affection.

You're a fine girl, Lyuba.

At times the way she looks at me makes
me afraid, then she'll smile or embrace me.

She's so changeable.
It's a pity.

Go in and see her, she needs you.
You can help her.

Oh, stop!
I can't stand anymore!

- Who is it?
- It's only me.

Lyuba, I thought this was another nightmare.

You needn't worry now,
I'm here with you.

Why does that bell keep ringing?
It frightens me.

It's haunted me ever since I was a child.

Whenever a wind is blowing
it starts ringing.

There's no wind at all.

The tower's in the valley.
Perhaps a storm is coming.

There's not a single cloud
as far as the horizon.

Then... then somebody is
ringing the bell.

I'm afraid Lyuba.
Don't leave me!

As a child I was easily frightened.

There was a long, dark corridor that, unfortunately,
I had to go through to get to my room.

The corridor was filled with suits of armour.

They seemed like great giants standing there,
ready to pounce on me,

but then...
then my mother made me take one apart.

There was nothing inside.

After that I wasn't frightened.

That's what will happen to you.

I've never been to the ruined village.
None of us have been.

Something terrible happened there,
centuries ago, I'm told,

and they let the place fall into ruin.

Let's go and see it.

No.

- I'm afraid.
- Why? It's just your imagination.

Like me with my giants and armour.

Now you can prove to yourself that
you're no longer a child.

Let's go.

- It's the little peddlar.
- Oh, Lyuba, it's horrible!

Laura... they've cut off his hand!

- Forgive me my peddlar friend, but I have
robbed you of your hand in order to avenge you.

Oh Son of Light, my Lord,
Satan

grant to me your powers.
Reveal to me the truth.

Breathe life once again into this
Hand of Glory.

I found the man hanging in
the tower, Oh Satan,

and according to your will

when the full moon was shining,
I cut from him his hand

which has become your blazing hand
Oh Prince of Darkness,

and now shows me the way.

God of the lower world,
Lord of the outer regions

be thou my guide.

Lead me now to the murderer
of the peddlar.

Let the hand of the innocent victim
reveal the hiding place of the assassin.

- Which way?

No! It mustn't be Laura!

Grant that I won't have to maintain
my promise to her.

Laura!

No!

- Laura!
- She pointed at me, and she was right!

Don't be frightened.

- Try to calm yourself.
- Let's take her to her bedroom.

She is dying...
each day a little more.

You can go. I'll stay here with her.
She shouldn't be left alone.

Yes. Thank you, Lyuba.

I must take her away.

You can leave in the morning.

Rowena murdered, Annette disappeared!

Is it poss ible that my daughter
has done these things?

Perhaps Annette killed Rowena and then...

The portrait that was over your desk,
it's gone!

- But who could have taken...?
- Don;t you understand?

That was the painting I was looking for, and
whoever took it away was afraid I'd find it.

But apart from me,
who knew what you were looking for?

I told Laura. Aslo, Annette knows.
She says that she heard about it from you.

But how...how?

We'll have to determine that.

They're calling.
I should go.

I hear them calling.

Laura, it's Lyuba.
Wake up, Laura.

Lyuba, help me.

Yes, when my mother comes back,
we'll leave here together.

You'll see.
We'll be better friends than ever.

I must kill you.
That was my promise.

I must kill you.

In the manuscripts I've examined so far, I've
encountered several references to a hidden tomb,

with no name on it,
covered by a black stone.

- Have you ever heard of it?
- No.

On the floor of Laura's room I found...

What are you doing?

Somebody's moved that mirror.

The other day when I was going into
my room it frightened me.

My own reflection seemed to
be a ghost.

I'll get more light.

Perhaps we have found it at last.
The truth.

Come down here, sir.

Though reality itself can be cruel, the phantoms
created by our fears are often worse.

I was right.
There's another painting underneath.

Laura! Laura!

Let's try Lyuba's room.

- They're not here.
- To the village!

Not down there.
Come with me.

Look at that.
A symbol used in Black Magic.

I would never have believed
anyone has been here for years.

They couldn't have found a better
place for their ceremony.

Now I understand why that star
was cut out of the parchment.

We must find the tomb.

There's no black tombstone here.

I don't think we'll ever find it.

These cellars must go on for miles.

It's too late to go back now.

We must search everywhere.

Look, it's open!

This gate has never been opened before.

I have never had a key.

It's across this threshold that
the curse of my family begins.

You don't have to come
if you don't want to.

Lead on, sir.

- Help!

Murderers! Vicious murderers!
You're the ones who killed my daughter.

- You're the ones who murdered my Tilda!
That's why I'm here, to avenge her!

I will see to it that neither of you
leave here alive.

This crypt will become your tomb,
and I myself will bury your remains.

Franz...Franz Karnstein!

I've stayed about waiting for you,
but now I've got you.

You murdered Tilda!

No, Franz. Don't you even know me?

Ludwig, your cousin.

Ludwig?

Ludwig, you must know who killed her.

Who was it killed my daughter?

- You know who murdered my Tilda,
don't you?

Yes, Franz. I know.

- You'll tell me who it was?
- Yes.

- Count Ludwig!

Look here!

- And we thought it might have been her.

Annette.

The black stone.

This is the tomb of Sera.

Come on!

Afraid?

You vile witch!
You'll never kill anyone again!

No, Franz!
Not you!

- No.
- Afraid? Come on!

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