All language subtitles for La.herencia.Valdemar.2010.English

THE VALDEMAR LEGACY

I'm busy.

You're going to be busier.

- I wouldn't even have the strength...
- A call from upstairs.

Trouble with the Valdemar mansion.

The auction's been brought forward

and it hasn't been valued.

All right...

When do they want it?

They've ordered
a full report by Monday.

What do you mean "ordered"? Who?

The chairman himself
rang me and he wasn't

exactly in a very good mood.

Let's see...

This was assigned to Orquicia 20 days
ago when there was still plenty of time.

- Any news of him?
- None.

And he's not answering his mobile.

I bet the bastard found something really
juicy there and took off with it.

From that house?
Nobody wanted to go there.

You don't find many Victorian mansions
like that one in Spain.

It hasn't been catalogued
so nobody knows

what furniture or fabrics
or cutlery are there.

Even the broom cupboard could be
an antique dealer's dream.

Orquicia could have found something

and be selling it
right now to a dealer

- in Canada.
- How come nobody kept tabs on him?

Because the house
is protected by the Foundation.

When they gave the go-ahead,
Orquicia went straight in.

The bastard would have had
a completely free hand.

So what do we do now?

Get a report one way or another.

If anything's missing
we'll have to cover ourselves somehow.

Any other suggestions

would be very welcome.

Any idea who we could call?

Nobody good enough...

Unless...

we called Luisa.

She might kill us.
She will kill us.

She hasn't had a moment
since her father...

Well...

we'd better be prepared for trouble.

Call the messenger.
Let's hope it's quick and painless.

Okay.

That bastard...

Some water...

- Who is it?
- Messenger.

Miss Llorente?

Yes.

Sign here, please.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Miss Llorente?

Eduardo?

How could you do this to me?

This is my first free weekend

- in 2 months.
- I'm really sorry, Luisa, but listen.

We only have till Monday

to value the place

and you're the only expert free.

Wait a minute.

It's the Valdemar house!

Orquicia's doing that.

No way! That lazy bastard
will only take the credit after.

No, he won't.

He's been officially fired.

Sure. And what if
he gets reassigned? No.

- I've seen it before.
- I give you my word.

All right, on two conditions...

- Whatever you say.
- One:

You pay the cancellation fees
on my ticket.

Fine. And two?

I want Orquicia's portfolio.

You're taking advantage

and you know it, but okay.

But I want that report
first thing on Monday...

"And on company stationery,"
I know. All right.

It was a pleasure
negotiating with you.

Bye.

Well, well.

This could be my big chance.

Over 140 files,
some worth a fortune.

Give me a "well done" meow.

Very good.

Don't be silly. Put Mam on.

Mam, it's me.

Yes, fine.

Look, I can't come over tomorrow.

Work.

Yes.

No!

There's nobody with me, Mam.

Yes, I would tell you.

Look...

how about if...?

Hello.

Good morning.

Sorry to bother you but I'm lost.

- I'm looking for the Valdemar mansion.
- It's here.

At the end of the lane.

I'm Santiago.

I'm Luisa. Pleased to meet you.

Do you work at the house?

They didn't tell you
I was coming to see it?

They don't tell me anything.

The cows are the only ones
that don't keep secrets from me.

I'll come to the gate with you.

The lock's a bit rusty
and you have to push.

Perfect.

I'll just get my stuff.

It's complicated getting here.

Half the roads around here
aren't even on the map.

We are a bit off the beaten track.

Sure you want to go in?

Of course.

Thanks for everything.
You've been very kind.

Now I must go.
I have to value the house.

Again?

Someone came to do that
not so long ago, a big fat guy.

I didn't like the look of him.

Well, I'm here to do a job worthy of
the house and those who take care of it.

In that case, fine.
Just be careful.

I wouldn't want the same thing
happening to you as to your colleague.

My colleague?

City folk, they come down here,

stay the weekend, then just vanish.

As they never say goodbye,
I never know when to lock the house up.

Come and see me,
at least to say goodbye.

It's nice to know
someone from the capital.

I'll do that.
I won't be too long.

Thanks again.

What an idiot.
Nothing's been catalogued.

Now this is something else!

A late 19th-century Hadenbruk.

I'd love to take you home
and restore you.

Top floor: large.

an attic.

The wood of the pillars
and buttresses is rotten.

High risk of collapse.

Damp spreading throughout.

Organic rodent killer for the rats

and disinfection will be necessary.

There is a very strong smell.

It could come from a drain
not included in the plans but...

that makes no sense.

Help!

Help me!

The woodshed!
Go to the woodshed!

Get me out!

Let's go!

It's okay, you're safe now.

What happened?

Why did you let her in?

This is Pablo.

Leave a message. If I don't owe you
any money, I'll call you back.

Pablo, this is Nicolas again.

I must have left a hundred messages
already. This is to say

that I'm in town now.

I have to meet Maximilian. I don't know
why, but it seems important. So call me.

We need to talk.

Nicolas. Get in.

Hello, Maximilian.

How are you?

Drive on.

Follow that car.

Heavy rain this morning,
bright sunshine this afternoon...

Some people can put up
with the changes

but my gout can't.

You can't imagine
how painful it is.

Good flight?

Yes, fine. A bit rough but fine.
I hope I'm on time. The message said

you wanted to see me asap.
I'm glad they called.

I thought you'd forgotten me.

If you don't mind, I'll come

straight to the point.
We made you come because...

we have a serious problem.
Of the worst possible kind.

Look...

Luisa Llorente, an expert

appraiser of
out-of-the-ordinary houses.

Four days ago, she went to value one
near the forest of Monte Negro.

Lazaro Valdemar's country house.

I never heard of it.

You know Inmoberance's policy:

discretion at all times.

Only potential buyers get
to see the properties.

So what's happened?

She's disappeared.

It's as if the earth
had swallowed her.

We're not even sure she's still alive.

That's why you're here.

Look...

I want you to find her
and bring her back,

whatever it costs.
The police and the press

don't know anything about this yet.
It must stay that way.

Shit... Don't worry.
Don't be afraid.

I'm Damaso, I work with Santiago.

That was my fault.

I must have turned it on
when I brought it in.

How do you feel?

You've been unconscious
almost seven hours.

Seven hours?

Where am I?

You fainted.
Don't you remember?

Here, drink this.

My own recipe.
It'll pick you up in no time.

This is our house.

Santiago wanted
to bring your car

but with this storm,
it'll be difficult.

All the roads turn to mud.

You're hurt.

It's nothing. Really.

Just an accident. A scratch.

What happened to you?

You went into the house
for my things, didn't you?

I thought you'd need them.

Get some rest.

Did you go up there... to the attic?

Didn't you see anything unusual

in the corner? A stretcher
covered with plastic sheets?

There was a mutilated corpse.

It was Pablo Orquicia,
the other valuer.

A man?

That's not possible.

I went up to the attic

but didn't see anything.
I promise you

when I went up there,
I did see some plastic sheets...

but a mutilated corpse?

Are you sure about that?

As sure as I am that
you didn't have an accident.

I'd prefer to talk calmly
when you've rested.

Could I at least make a call?

They'll be worried at work.
They insist we call in.

There's no line.

The storms kept bringing

the wires down and the phone company
stopped fixing them.

And mobile phones... well,
you've seen what the signal's like.

Occasionally we can get
the police on the radio.

I can see if it's working.

I'll tell them you're okay

and want to tell them
about your colleague.

But no promises.
It all depends on the storm.

I'd appreciate that.

It'd put my mind at rest.

Try and get

a little sleep. I promise

we'll talk about this in the morning.

You know what's going on here,

don't you?

How do you expect me

to sleep if you won't tell me?

If I told you,

you wouldn't sleep
for the rest of your life.

This is where we say goodbye.

There's a train ticket in the folder.

In your compartment
you'll find Dr. Nora Cervia,

from the Valdemar Foundation.

She'll fill you in on the rest.

You'll go to a hotel near the house.

Everything's arranged.

All right.
I'll call in

every 24 hours.
I want a direct line

to you... no secretaries,
no switchboards.

We'll do it that way.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Don't worry,
I'll take care of it.

Come on, answer the phone!

Hello?

Yes... sir.
This is Eduardo, sir.

There's a slight problem.

We're getting calls, mainly
from Luisa Llorente's mother.

She's distraught because
Luisa hasn't called her.

She wants to call the police.

Then tell her some story.

Use your imagination.

You're the creative department,

- for God's sake.
- Shouldn't we call the police?

I mean, first Orquicia, now Luisa...

That's two people missing.

You ring the police
and it'll be three.

I'll see to that.

This goes no further.
Is that clear, Mr. Campins?

Completely, sir. Completely.

Are you still there?

Yes, I'm still here.
I was thinking.

Don't be shy.

Dr. Cervia, I presume.

Smart alec,

I presume.

You can call me Nora

but don't get any ideas.

What shall I call you?

Nicolas.

Nicolas will be fine.

Perfect.

I don't mind people calling me

by my first name
as long as it's with respect.

That's how I treat others.

I think it's essential
if there's to be

the slightest degree

of respect.

That's fine by me.
Are we travelling alone?

No, not alone.

It's you and I.

If you mean the other passengers,

we've bought all
the tickets for this compartment.

We'll have more freedom to talk.

I see you have
everything under control.

What's the next step?

To make two essential points clear.

Nicolas, you know why I'm here?

Not completely.
I know you're a top executive

- at the Valdemar Foundation.
- I'm the president.

The president of the Foundation.

And we both have our priorities.
Yours is to find that woman

and mine as president
is to have the property valued.

Again?

It's more like a recount.

We sent in the first valuer
several weeks ago and have heard

nothing from him since.

We suspect embezzlement of some kind.

Why was no investigation launched

when the first valuer disappeared?

Because there was no one to care

about him disappearing.

So end of story.

I beg your pardon!

Don't tell me you knew him.

Yes.

- We were old friends.
- Now that is astonishing.

What? My knowing him?

No, not your knowing him.

The fact that he had any friends.

Well, I can see you didn't like him,

though you seem to have good reason
to believe he plundered the property.

Just conjecture, that's all.

For example?

First there's the connection

between your friend
Orquicia's disappearance

and the possible theft
of items he catalogued.

A matter of putting
two and two together.

Second, in its 180 years of existence,
the house has never

been plundered.
Valdemar mansion always remained

"intact" and unaffected
by the passing of time.

Actually it's known as
the "avoided house".

"Avoided house"?
What does that mean?

It's a fable, a myth.

The oceans have their romances...

The case is the same
with some old houses.

They have...

their tragedies, their legends.

Yes, sir, whatever you say. Fine.

Yes.

All right, goodbye.

Everything okay?

Sure. Like a dream.

It's all so good that
they've made us private eyes.

We've even got our own code names:
Laurel and Hardy.

- Really?
- Go ahead and laugh

but this is all getting out of hand.

What did he say?

That we have to find Luisa.

We got her into this,
so we have to get her out.

So tonight we're sleeping
at a hotel near the house

and tomorrow a private detective
is taking over.

In the morning we join the hunt.

We'll only get in the way.
What good will we be there?

Elementary, my dear Watson.
However, boss's orders.

Oh, yeah...

I think it's to stop us
answering Luisa's mother's calls.

But if we don't answer,
she'll get even more distraught.

- Elementary again, Mrs. Watson.
- Stop that.

He gave me one overriding order.

Call this lady... Luisa's mother,

and tell her Luisa's been cut off
by snow and we're going to get her

and that she told us to tell her
not to worry. I'm sure you'll think

of more details.

I don't like the idea.

I don't think she'll fall for it.

And if something has happened to her,
we could be in real trouble.

The orders came straight
from the boss, Ana,

so we'll obey them.
Let him take the rap.

These are Leonor

and Lazaro Valdemar.

This is their diary.

They look happy.

They were.

Much more than
most married couples today.

They met in jail.
He was serving

a sentence for
an alcohol-related offence

and she helped him
to rehabilitate himself.

They were nice people, friendly,

and ahead of their time.

Leonor ran an orphanage at the house

while her husband worked full-time
in a field that was taking off:

photography.

As they couldn't have kids of their own,
they dreamed of making enough money

one day to adopt

one of their orphans.

I see.

After a time, Lazaro got bored

of taking family photos

and began experimenting
with optical illusions: diffusion,

black backgrounds, double exposure...

and discovered how well-suited

his research was
to everything connected

with the occult.

He had a great success

with what he called
"psychic photography".

Like taking pictures
of people's auras?

No, it was a fraud,
a huge confidence trick.

But you have to see it within
the time context: the 19th century.

Spiritism was new and appealing.

It was soon very much in vogue.

Join hands.

Lazaro took advantage of that and came
up with something different, bold,

something unique.

Photographs of people
with the spirits invoked.

Gradually his séances
became private, exclusive affairs

and his photographs luxury items.

The middle-class couple made so much

that soon they were moving
in high-society circles.

Thank you.

Adopting a child
began to look possible.

Do you know what?

There's still some money left,
even after vaccinating all the children.

If it goes on like this,

by year's end we may be able to put in
an application for adoption.

Put in an application there.

Remember the doctors advised you

not to become with child, my love.

There is a limit to science.

After that God takes a hand.

Let's ask Him for that favour.

Will you ask Him or...

shall I?

Madam...

I have something for you both.

It was definitely

the best time in their lives.

But Lazaro was too trusting

and forgot the illusionist's
golden rule:

improve your tricks constantly.

She was happy, wasn't she?

This was the beginning

of the tragedy.

All right,
let's get this over with.

What do you want?

Tell me...

how much do you make a year
with this set-up? 40,000?

- 50,000?
- Don't be ridiculous.

The money takes the form

of altruistic, even anonymous,

donations,

all spent on the children.

So sad.

You provide rich families
with children.

You must get something in return.

We do not sell children,

if that's what you mean.

- We are a charitable institution not...
- A market?

You haven't got much business sense.

I'll ask you again...

what do you want?

I'm a journalist.

I do my job and it's my duty

to inform the public.

About the truth.

Let me suggest an alternative...

an alliance...

an agreement...

Imagine two different headlines.

One praising the incredible
charitable work you do

with those poor little orphans,

and you keep your little secret...

The other,

rather different,

rather more...
what shall I say? More...

realistic perhaps.

Between the two

there is a difference.

Half of what you get.

That's enough!

I want your answer tomorrow morning.

Your answer will dictate mine.

Consider it an investment.

With all the publicity from the paper,

your income will increase considerably
and we'll all be happy.

You,

me and, of course,

those poor little angels.

Jervas.

You wanted to hear an offer?

Well, that's it.

The result was quick to come.

The second headline
appeared 2 days later.

Though Lazaro managed to hide almost
all the evidence,

the word "fraud" was too serious.

Lazaro!

Their friends turned their backs
on them. No one came to their aid.

They were left alone
to face the world but...

no matter how far away
they might send him,

wherever they might put him,

one thing they could never do:

part them.

Beatriz's here! Beatriz's here!

And who taught you to call
grown-ups by their first names?

They look better every day.
It's marvellous what you've done.

How are you?
I came as soon as I heard.

I can't wait to get some news.

I've sent Jervas
to find out what he can.

Be patient, it's only been 48 hours.

They'll keep him there
for a few days.

What are people saying?

All kinds of things.

Most are very fond of you
and don't believe it,

but the press is influential.

Let things calm down
before you do anything.

I don't mind the waiting.

But I hate the idea that
our lives are beyond our control.

Jervas, what have you heard?

How is he? What did he say?

Not much.

Fortunately there's
a jailer who can be bribed.

But I wasn't with him long.

I hardly saw him.

He said...

they're keeping him there
until the trial.

Madam...

he asked about you.

But I'm sorry...

I couldn't give him his medicine.

But he needs it!

His liver is very delicate.

One drop of alcohol could be fatal
to him. We've been giving it

to him without his knowledge.
He refuses to treat himself.

Who can I turn to for help?

Superintendent Dartin ranks highest

at the jail but he's
a hard man and I warn you,

he hates our movement.

We've often had to face that.

Please.

I understand he has lunch every day
at the casino with the editor.

He gives him inside information

for exclusives.
It's indecent!

Worst of all, everyone knows.

Madam...

what are you going to do?

This is a gentleman's club.

Then neither of us should be here.

I want to speak to
Superintendent Dartin.

Sir?

Madam, I cannot

tell you anything about
the case against your husband.

Please look me in the eye
when you talk to me.

Thank you.

I have not come to speak
about my husband refusing

to be blackmailed by the press.

He has a very serious

liver complaint and needs
to take this at least once a day.

I'm told he has been refused it.

I'd like to know why.

Madam...

that is a matter for

the police physician.

We cannot risk

having things brought in
from the outside.

Suicides are all too common.

Your husband should have discussed
that matter with the doctor.

He does not know
how serious his condition is.

You must let me talk
to the prison doctor!

Are you giving me an order?

I think you suffragettes
have taken disrespect for those

in authority too far.

Never address me in
that tone of voice again!

Send a letter to the dispensary

approved by the college
of doctors and we'll see.

But...

that would take weeks.

It's not the police's fault
if you and your husband

keep secrets from each other.

"The Valdemars.

The best guardians
for orphaned children?"

How can you be
so cruel and despicable?

We have been taking in
children for years,

saving them from typhus and dysentery!

But to your newspaper

that makes no difference!

It's much more interesting to gloat
over the suffering of others!

Gentlemen...

this woman and her husband
have been cheating people

at their séances.

An extraordinary argument.

You find printing rubbish profitable but
demagogy should never be used to conceal

ignorance and lack of ethics.

Why all this fuss?

We can still come to an agreement.

The same answer as my husband's
when you tried to blackmail him.

Gentlemen, it's your decision
whether you should free yourselves

from the humiliation
of being informed by undesirables!

You're lucky I didn't report you too,

as an accomplice!

Be so good as to sit down,
you're embarrassing me.

If your employees can't behave,

at least make sure
they're house-trained.

House-trained?

Now let's calm down.

This is known as free publicity.

It'll be a record
circulation tomorrow.

Featuring the madwoman who tried
to undermine the freedom of the press.

And we'll tell them.

It'll be an exclusive.

Boy, do you know where
her husband's being held?

At the police station
four blocks down the road.

Thank you very much, sir.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Lazaro

Valdemar.

He's not allowed visitors.

I'm his lawyer.

Two minutes.

Who are you?

Excuse me for turning up this way.

I'm Aleister Crowley. I've come
a very long way to meet you.

Why did they let you in?

Please, they've given me very little
time. I'm a great admirer of yours.

Admirer?

You mean of my photographs?

No, no, no.

I'm talking about
your other pursuit... your séances.

Your house is famous
within certain circles in my country.

I didn't know how
to get in touch with you

but as chance had it...

today I was fortunate enough
to coincide with your charming wife.

Leonor. How is she?

I saw her briefly this morning.

She's fine

but very concerned.
She's obviously a very brave woman.

Having her, I can see why
you don't want a lawyer. She's doing

everything she can.

Yes, I expect she is.
But, well...

Please tell me why

you're really here.

I'm sure it's more
than just to see me

in this deplorable state.

Of course.

My reason for coming is to offer you
all my help to get out of here

as quickly as possible.

My dear, unknown friend,

that is impossible.

I don't wish to be rude
but this is none

of your business.
Why do you want to help me?

The best way to win friends is to act

in a friendly manner.

Thank you but you'll find
this too complicated.

What do you mean?

I thought there was
no proof against you.

So did I, but I was wrong.

Do you know Garbea?

The journalist?

The same.

He has a witness willing to testify.

No one knows who she is but
he's sworn to the judge that she exists.

A well-respected woman.

That's why they haven't released me.

There may be a case against me.

All journalists are basically
professional failures.

Responding to an attack by the press

is like Hercules's attempt
to cut off the Hydra's head...

It has not the least
chance of success.

So...

another strategy must be sought.

Leave that to me.

Very well.

You have no chance of success,
but thank you for your interest.

That's enough.

If you should happen

to see my wife again,

tell her I'm well and not to worry.

You'll be able to tell her
yourself... very soon.

By the way, Mr...

- Crowley.
- Crowley.

Where did you see my wife?

At a gentleman's club
where all women are banned.

Except your wife.

It took Crowley two weeks
to cook up a plan.

He brought it all down
to a recipe with three ingredients.

The first had to be
some kind of irresistible lure.

You're late, my dear.

Let's hope the wait
will prove worthwhile.

He just went in.
He's at the back.

I've heard of him.

You'll have to pay me double.

The fee is higher for men like him.

And my customers
are usually of a different class.

I'm your customer, don't forget that.

You know what you have to do.

He had to pay the landlord a large
amount of money to guarantee her safety.

And more still
to obtain certain information.

A man's tastes say
much about the man,

and his weaknesses...

and his home.

The second ingredient
was to circulate a rumour.

Quick!

Everyone!

There's a woman crying for help!

Rumours have a life of their own,
they grow like snowballs.

Swine!

Scoundrel!

Wicked man!

I heard the shouts from my house.

- Stop. He's here.
- What is it?

We'll see.
Open the door this moment.

Help!

And the final touch...

Constables!

He said he'd kill me
if I didn't testify.

A bit of theatre.

It was terrible.

Don't believe that slut!
Can't you see she's mad?

Do you think they believed her?

Lazaro Valdemar freed.

Read all about it!

Lazaro Valdemar freed!

Read all about it!

Well done, Lazaro!

Aleister.

I really can't thank you enough.

If there's anything I can do...

There is something.
Recover.

I'll come and see you one of these days.
My regards to your wife.

Thank you.

Thank you all, really.

Two months.

Two months, Jervas,
that seemed like two centuries.

Well, it's all over now
and you're going home.

But...

How are things?

Where's Leonor?
I'm surprised she didn't come.

Well, you see,
the journey would have been hard...

and in her condition...

Her condition?

Her condition, Jervas?

Come here, give me a hug.

This is marvellous,
Jervas, marvellous!

Her condition!

Don't be faint-hearted.

Got you!

Let me see...

- Hello.
- Hello.

How do you feel?

Fine.

Leonor!

What's the matter?
What is it, Leonor?

Leonor!

Leonor, is something the matter?

Jervas!

Jervas!

I'm sorry.

Remember, I did warn you that
this might happen. I'm afraid

Leonor will never be able

to have children now.

Doctor, can he see her?

No, not now.

I'll send a nurse to look after her

over the next few days.

Thank you for everything.
I'll see you out.

Take me out into the garden.

The Countess of Bullon is here, madam.

Beatriz.

Hello.

You're very pale.

So your tiresome old friend
is here to look after you.

- Thank you.
- I'm better now.

My husband's given up
photography for nursing.

Some fresh cupcakes.

Lovely. Here are the reports

- on the children.
- Thank you.

Please serve yourself.

Do you know that man?

Not at all.

He's sinister.

Who is he?

I saw him the day
your husband was freed.

He took all the credit for it.

I've asked about him.

His name's Aleister Crowley.
He's English.

He's been expelled from
various countries for practising

black magic.

A far from recommendable person.

They call him

the wickedest man in the world.

I don't understand.
Lazaro's never mentioned him.

I've no idea what
he wants from your husband

but keep him away from
that man at all costs.

I see you've regained your strength.

Aleister.

It's good to see you.

- It's always a pleasure, Lazaro.
- How are you?

I heard about your wife.
I'm very sorry.

That's why I didn't come before.

I didn't want to impose
on you at such a time.

You're very kind.

And after all the support you gave me,

I haven't found the time
to thank you for all you've done.

This might be the ideal time.

I need you, Lazaro.
I need someone who

has made contact.

Contact?

What do you mean?

I need a link...

someone who's made contact between
the worldly and spiritual planes.

Yes, but...

Hold on a moment.

I'm sorry to disappoint you
but I'm afraid you've got it all wrong.

The truth of the matter is...

The truth is that it was all a trick.
Innocent but a trick nevertheless.

What is this?

Don't you recognise
the pictures from the séances?

I'm well aware of what they are.

Where did you get them?
Didn't the police seize them?

Of course they did. As evidence.

I said I was your lawyer

and they gave them to me when
they saw there'd be no trial.

Look carefully in the corner.

If you hadn't been so busy,

you'd have noticed.

Behind every brilliant photograph
lies a dark negative.

What you believed to be
no more than a simple trick

turned out to be incontrovertible
proof that contact was made.

Perhaps not the kind you wanted,

but it was never a trick.

It's logical that, after knocking
so often on so many forbidden doors,

something on
the other side should answer.

So...

what are you getting at?

You must believe this
or you'll never understand.

Your house is full of spiritual energy.
It's like a magnet. Believe me.

I don't know what
you want but I'm sorry.

My wife needs my help now.

What I'm suggesting could help her

much more than you imagine.
More than anything else.

Listen carefully...

in a few days' time there's
a full eclipse of the moon.

The first in 86 years.

There is a forbidden ritual
related to that.

The "Dunwich Rite".

Nothing at all like your little
gatherings with widows and teacakes.

This is much greater
and has never been done.

The invocation of a primaeval spirit,

a being of the first order, that
will draw him and bind him temporarily.

Like rubbing a magic lamp
and waiting for

- the genie?
- I assure you it can be done,

though it is necessary to open
a crack between the two portals

that can only be opened
by someone who has made contact

on a regular basis... you!

Done properly it won't be dangerous
or last longer than one of your séances.

Just long enough

to find what we seek.

And what do you seek?

Power? Wealth?

I want to know more, my friend.

I seek knowledge.

Wisdom.

Agnitio. Conscientia.

Only the ignorant seek power.

Which you are not.
Think of what we could achieve.

Eradicate leprosy,

cure dysentery,
improve crops, reduce poverty!

Imagine the legacy
you would leave your descendants.

That wouldn't be so simple.

God has seen fit not to grant us
the blessing of having children.

Perhaps you're asking the wrong god.

What's wrong with your wife could be
curable in 50, 80 years' time.

It's all a question
of time and knowledge.

I don't know.

What you're suggesting
is just too incredible.

This is not just cheap mumbo-jumbo.

My discipline is
a science that studies change

in things according to the power
of the will. And the power of my will

is unquestionable.

Unlike you, I take
my research very seriously.

Lazaro!

Well...

we'd better go.

- When would this be?
- Next Saturday

at your house during the eclipse.

Next Saturday isn't possible.

I promised to take
my wife to the station.

She's taking the children
to their new parents.

You don't understand
the magnitude of my proposal.

This could be one of the most
important moments in your life.

- Don't turn your back on it.
- It's not that easy.

But I want to know one thing...

You said it would be quick,
just a few hours.

That's right.

I'll take you
to the station in my car after.

Give me a day to think about it.

Come on.

Lazaro, Beatriz's leaving.

That is my idea too.

Ladies, I believe you haven't met
Dr. Aleister Crowley.

A pleasure, although
I already knew about you both.

I've been following
the suffragette movement closely.

You may not have won many battles yet

but in time your endeavours
and dedication will be acknowledged.

You'll see.

All we want is
to stop being classed

as perpetually submissive
and leading monotonous lives.

That's all.

Do you think that's too bold, sir?

I think it's wonderful.

For me, madam, the only law
that should exist is

"Do what thou wilt."

Let's put politics aside, shall we?

We can arrange a debate
some other time.

Nice to see you again.

Goodbye, Lazaro. Leonor...

Mr. Crowley.

Madam.

Madam.

I'll have to think how
to tell Leonor. Give me time.

Goodbye.

6 PM on Saturday then!

Leonor.

Leonor, wait a minute.

Leonor, wait!

When were you going to tell me
you wouldn't be there

for the children and me?

I swear this came up
today, this morning.

But listen, please.
I still haven't made up my mind.

The point is your even
considering other plans!

You promised me!

I assure you there's
a good reason to tell you this.

The master will eat alone.

And prepare him a room.
He can do everything on his own.

Yes, madam.

After several attempts
to win his wife over,

he turned his attention

to a strange parcel
Crowley had sent him.

A gift not only
to arouse his curiosity

but to utterly convince him.

"The Dunwich Rite".

When our pleas are accepted,

the wise spirits

will only tell their secrets

to a link...

One whom they consider a disciple.

"...any question or riddle,
however complicated,

becomes no more than child's play."

They will talk to you, Lazaro.

In silence, in your mind,

and you will repeat their words.

Let it be possible.

Please.

Let it be possible.

Sir.

Sir.

Wake up, it's past 10 o'clock.

What day is it, Jervas?

Saturday, sir.

Saturday...

With all due respect, sir,

have you made up with madam?

No. She won't let me talk to her.

Send her a letter.

- To smooth things over.
- I have but to no avail.

She's taking the children
to the station on her own.

I know you're worried,

but don't be dismayed.
I shall talk to her.

Draw me a bath, will you?

Yes, sir.

- Right away.
- Thank you.

By the way, sir,

are you sure about
what you're going to do?

Do you trust that man?

I don't know, Jervas,

but for the first time I'm beginning
to think there's something more...

And I'm beginning
to consider the implications.

Lazaro, my old friend.
How are you?

These are our fellow disciples.

Mrs. Belle Gunnes...

A pleasure.

Miss Lizzie Borden...

Charmed.

Mr. Luglio Fuchini...

and Mr. Bram Stoker.

Sir, as we have encroached
on the privacy of your home,

the least we could do
was bring you a gift.

For the "disturbance".

You really shouldn't have.

Let's see...

"Kold Fils Absinthe, 1865 Reserve."

Only the great houses can afford this.

At least until it's banned.

Please, that way.

Sorry about putting you
on the spot the other day.

Did you enjoy the journey?

Oh, you're all so sleepy.

It was a long way, wasn't it?
Down we get then.

Is that everyone?

I think we're the last.

Then I'll introduce you
to the children.

Please follow me.

Though the nature of our success

is uncertain, we must have faith

in what we are about to do

and in what we are
all about to ask for:

knowledge.

In the case of Miss Borden, to find
a solution to her family drama.

Mrs. Gunnes, on the other hand,

desires greater shrewdness in business.

Mr. Stoker

inspiration for his literary works.

Our Italian friend a muse

to dedicate his opera to.

Mr. Valdemar a solution

to his problem of issue.

And I

knowledge of arcane tongues.

I have taken the liberty
of writing down your requests.

Should anyone wish
to change or add to theirs,

now is the time.

Mr. and Mrs. Huarte.

Claudia, come.

Quickly.

Come, dear.

This is Claudia.

Claudia,

this is Mr. Pablo
and Mrs. Maria del Mar Huarte.

They're going to be
your parents from now on,

although they've loved you
for a long time.

Won't you say hello to them?

Hello, Claudia.

I know this is hard for you.
It is for us too.

On the way down, we didn't
have time for a hot drink.

Would you get me one?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, where were we?

I'd have thought that by now

you'd have discarded
the idea of a kind God.

All you'll achieve by this is
to draw the attention of some other.

I have only stopped
believing in men...

not in this.

Give me the crucifix.

Let me keep it, please.

Give it to me!

The heavenly bodies
should now be aligned.

Come now,

join hands.

Look.

Good.

It has begun.

Come hither, immortals.

We invoke thy spirits.

Come to this circle.

Grant our requests

so that we may live

and prosper as thy agents on Earth.

Lazaro.

It's your turn.

Lazaro.

Lazaro!

Lazaro, damn it, wake up!

Let no one leave the circle!

Keep still!

Keep still!

No one move.

Let no one leave the circle.

Miss Borden.

Miss Borden!

It's in the cemetery.
What's happened, Aleister?

Let's go. Let's get out of here.

Lazaro is upstairs. Help him.

Children of the Devil!

Sir!

Sir! Help me, please!

Is there no one in the house?

Mrs. Gunnes, please.

Your turn will come soon.

Quickly, quickly. Come on!

There, in that chair.

Come on!

Come on!

- He's bleeding.
- Come on!

Quickly!

He's bleeding profusely.

Damn it!

Stay with him.
I'll go for help.

Are you happy with the adoption?

Very much.

Esther is a delightful child.

Thank you for everything.

An urgent telegram
for Leonor Valdemar.

That's me.

What's wrong?

What the devil happened?

Something crossed the portal.
It was no

conventional spirit.

It was a "devourer".

They'll do anything to cross

but they hardly ever succeed.

In the process they lose their bodies

and as spirits
they are weak and vulnerable.

Thus they seek
a living entity desperately.

Now a terrible power is out there.

Desperate, ready to occupy
the first body it comes across.

Well it's made a very big mistake.

If it lives on living things,

it's gone to the worst possible place.

No.

The dead are no good to him
but it will seek inside them...

The worms are alive and
abound in their thousands.

If it gives them power, knowledge,

it can show them
how to recompose the body,

restore tissue, instil life.

This should never

have happened.

I'd planned everything
down to the last detail.

- Unless...
- Unless what?

Douse the upstairs.

More pressure!

More pressure up there!

Jervas!

Madam, it's all right.
Please wait over there.

What's happened?

There was an explosion.

There's glass everywhere.

- Where's Lazaro?
- Upstairs but safe. But we couldn't

move him.

Is he hurt?

He can't be moved.
He's in great pain.

Lazaro!

Lazaro, Lazaro.

His liver's inflamed.
He must have been drinking.

In that drawer...
bring me the ethionamide.

Lazaro. Lazaro.

That rabble ran away
when the fire began.

This is terrible.

Like rats abandoning a ship.

Thank God you were here.

I'll go and see what that is, madam.

Lazaro.

O Lord,

protect this house
and those who dwell in it.

O Lord,

protect this house
and those who dwell in it.

O Lord,

protect this house
and those who dwell in it.

O Lord,

protect this house
and those who dwell in it.

Lazaro! Lazaro! Lazaro!

Lazaro...

Leonor.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, my love.

Don't strain yourself.

What happened?

- They left you.
- The others?

You're all right,
that's what matters.

Do you think you can move?

Wait...

It hurts... it hurts.

Come on.

I can't.

What was that?

What have you done?

Come on, we must get out of here.

Try and bear the pain.

Wait. Don't move.

It seems to have stopped.

I think it's come to me.

It must know I can't move.

It's talking to me.

Inside my head.

Leonor!

What is it, Leonor?

Can you hear me, my love?

Hear he who has come.

He is a messenger

demanding tribute

from this place, this house,
this age, for a sacrifice

that has not been honoured.

That's not possible.

It's not possible.

We never invoked a presence.

We sought only secrets!

Secrets and knowledge.

No attempt should be made
to understand what is not known.

Only dark,

unnamable answers are awoken.

Keep away from her!

Are you all right?

It hurts to breathe.

- Has it gone?
- Yes.

What did you do?

I was able to communicate with it.

You were the link.

It was you all the time.

Well...

We must go before it comes back.

No, it's not possible.
It's not necessary.

It'll never do anything to you again.

What do you mean by that?

A link is a good prize.

If I go, they'll leave you alone.

No.

No, my love.

I'll never allow that.

- Never.
- Listen to me.

There's no time left to be afraid.

If I don't do it,
it'll kill us both.

Only this agreement will keep you alive,
and that's enough for me.

No.

I can't accept that.

- Help me.
- No.

Listen carefully.
You must be clever about this.

Listen, look at me.

You'll be able to communicate with me.
You'll be my link, you hear me?

No, my love.

Help me up.

Help me.

I'll get rid of it.

Don't go.

Don't go, Leonor, please!

No!

Once safe, Lazaro tried and tried
to bring her back, but in vain.

Leonor was no more
than an empty shell.

In time the tragedy led to legend

and legend to myth

about the cursed house.

You seem affected by the story.

If you're so deeply moved by the past,
you may forget your task in the present:

finding Luisa Llorente.

Still remember her?

Of course.

This will all help my investigation.

It's an incredible story.

You won't find
what you need for that

among private papers.

Then perhaps you

with your experience
and wisdom will find a light

- to guide me.
- I shouldn't have told you.

- It's only a legend.
- That's good.

It means there's nothing to fear.

Know what happens to curious kids?

They're forever looking for thrills...

until they find them.

What do you want of me?

What do you want of me?

THE VALDEMAR LEGACY