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(mournful piano music)

(mournful piano music cont.)

(mournful piano music cont.)

(wind howling)

(trees rustling)

(eerie music)

(eerie music cont.)

(eerie music cont.)

Sanctus diaboli...

(Nina whimpers and groans)

Sanctus diaboli.

(Nina breathing heavily)

(Nina groaning)

(Nina gasping)

(wind whistling)

(Nina whimpering)

(dramatic music) (Nina groaning)

(Nina gasping)

(Nina groaning)

(wind whistling)

(bell tolling)

(somber piano music)

(indistinct Latin prayer)

(somber piano music cont.)

(wind whistling)

(somber piano music cont.)

(wind howling)

- Mr. Gray, if there's anything I can do for you,

don't hesitate to call upon me.

- Thank you.

- Are you going back to Hollywood right away?

- Not before next week.

- Then I imagine you'll be staying at your sister's house.

- Yes, that's right.

- Your sister was a remarkable young woman,

so extraordinarily beautiful.

Well, I won't keep you any longer,

but remember, if I can be of any help to you,

don't hesitate to call upon me.

- Yes, I will. Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Father.

(wind whistling)

(engine rumbling) (plane whirring)

(horn honking)

(contemplative piano music)

(engine rumbling)

(door creaking)

(door thuds)

(stairs creaking)

(Mark sighs)

(door creaking) (dramatic music)

(wind whistling)

- Something far more terrible than a suicide

took place in here. - Who are you?

- I'm Lieutenant Scott with the Homicide Division,

Monterey Police Department.

- Then you don't believe my sister committed suicide?

- No, I don't.

- I was told Nina left a note.

(envelope rustling)

- That is your sister's handwriting, isn't it?

- Yes. - I thought so.

We checked it against other samples of her writing.

Now, there's no doubt that it's authentic.

- Look, Lieutenant, I...I haven't seen my sister

very often in the last two years.

I'm an actor, my work keeps me

in Hollywood most of the time,

but I doubt very seriously that anything so awful

could have occurred that would've driven her to suicide.

- Well, the inside of this room doesn't look like suicide,

and a couple of other things that don't make

any sense at all.

- Like what?

- The third finger

of your sister's left hand was missing.

- Oh, God.

- Your sister was a writer, wasn't she, Mr. Gray?

- Yes, she wrote for magazines,

but, lately, she'd been working on a novel.

- Well, can you think of any possible reason

as to why she would write a suicide note?

I mean, maybe to scare a boyfriend, or something like that?

- No, Nina wasn't that kind of a person.

Lieutenant, you said there were a couple of things

that were bothering you about her death.

What was the other?

- (exhales) Well, there wasn't a drop of blood

left in your sister's body.

The coroner said he'd never seen anything like it.

It was as though an embalming machine had been used.

(eerie music)

- Whosoever believeth in him

shall have life everlasting in the world of darkness.

He is pleased with you, Nina. He called you daughter.

Now, you must complete the covenant.

Every member of your family must die.

(eerie music cont.)

(phone ringing)

(receiver clacks)

- Hello? - We're ready on your call

to Los Angeles. - Thank you, Operator.

- Hello, darling.

- Hello, Christine. How are you?

- I'm fine, Mark.

- I tried to call you this morning.

- I had to do some looping, but I'm finished now

and I wanna come up to Monterey.

- I think it's better if you don't.

- Mark, I know you're trying to spare me,

but I think you shouldn't be alone.

- Christine, I wanna talk to one or two people,

friends of Nina's. Then, I'm gonna close this house

and give the keys to a real estate agent.

I should be back in Hollywood by Tuesday.

- All right, Mark, if that's what you want.

Tell your Aunt Lillian how sorry I am.

- Yes, I'll do that.

I miss you.

- I love you, Mark.

(tense music)

- Christine, I'll call you tomorrow. Goodbye.

(receiver clacks)

- We're finished out here, Lieutenant.

- Okay, I'll, ah, I'll see you downtown.

(keys jangling)

Oh, and Bill. - Yes?

- Next time, be a little more thorough when you look around.

- There must be a maniac loose.

- Yeah, well, I almost wish it were as simple as that.

- What do you mean? - This thing confuses me.

It even frightens me a little.

Not just your sister's death, but everything together.

Every strange thing that's happened here in the past year.

- Like what?

- Like too many violent deaths, for one thing.

Bodies completely drained of their blood.

(sighs) And what happened out there in Carmel Valley...

See, there was this family, the Graysons.

Man, his wife, three kids.

We found every one of them butchered.

I've seen some horrible sights in my life.

Nothing that matched the expression

of horror on those kids' faces.

- It has to be the work of a mad man.

- Yeah, well, if it is, he's a mad man

who's been running around in clothes made 200 years ago.

- What?

- See, the Grayson children put up a fight for their lives.

Two of them had pieces of black cloth clenched

between their fingers when they found them.

The police laboratory in San Francisco said that the cloth

was made between 150 and 200 years ago.

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

(wind whistling)

- Hello, I'm Mark Gray, Mrs. Chester's nephew.

- Si, Si. Come in.

(door thuds) This way.

Your aunt's been very sick. Why you not come before?

- I've been out of the country, in Italy.

- Marcus. Oh!

- Hmm. Hello, Aunt.

- Hello, Marcus.

- How are you?

- Better than the doctors think I am.

I wanted to go to Nina's funeral so badly,

but they wouldn't permit it.

- I kept everything as simple as possible.

- It's just unbelievable.

Poor Nina.

- Aunt Lillian, when was she last here?

- Mm, she only came twice after you left for Rome.

I was worried about her, Mark.

She'd begun to behave very strangely.

That book she was writing had become an obsession

and that's all she talked about.

Weird happenings, Marcus, things that frightened me.

- You know, I looked all through her desk

and I couldn't find her manuscript.

- That's odd, because she was nearly finished with it.

She told me she had been going up to that old church

for the past six months

and had all the material she needed to finish.

- We used to play there when we were kids.

I remember we could never get Nina to go inside, though.

- Well, she wasn't afraid to go inside that wretched place

to research her book and the way she spoke about it,

she could hardly wait to go back.

- What did happen there? I mean, the stories.

It's been years since I've heard them.

- Well, they're horrible. Renegade priests and nuns.

Children sacrificed to the Devil. Really frightening.

- And that's what Nina was writing about?

- Yes. I had forgotten most of it

until she began telling those old stories again.

Do you know, Marcus, she knew more about it

than any person I've ever known.

- Nina had a wonderful imagination.

(dishes rattling)

Thank you.

(stairs creaking)

- Please, can I talk to you? - Yes.

(footsteps shuffling)

(door scraping)

- Mr. Gray, I'm not going to work for your aunt no more.

- Why? What's wrong?

- I'm afraid in this house.

Something was trying to get into here last night.

- What? - I don't know what,

but I hear it at the door.

- Well, please give me a day or two

to find someone to replace you.

- (sighs) I stay only this one more night.

- Thank you. Goodbye, Estella.

- Goodbye, Mr. Gray.

(wind whistling)

(door thuds)

(disconcerting piano music)

(papers rustling)

(drawer thuds)

(items rustling)

(disconcerting piano music cont.)

(pages rustling)

(Mark muttering)

(Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" plays)

(spatula scraping)

(utensils clinking)

(intense music) (Estella screaming)

(tray banging) - Estella?

(Estella groans and screams)

Estella, what's wrong?

(Estella screaming)

(Nina hissing)

(Estella screaming)

(Estella groaning)

("Moonlight Sonata" cont.)

(door clicks open)

Who is it?

(Nina hissing)

Who are you?

(Nina growling)

Nina!

(Nina growling)

(Lillian screaming)

(Lillian gasping)

("Moonlight Sonata" cont.)

(Estella groaning)

(Estella gasping)

- Father, help me.

Oh. (groaning)

(gasping) Father.

(Estella groaning)

(Estella screaming)

(plaintive piano music)

(pages rustling)

(pages rustling) (door creaks)

(door thuds)

(keys jangling)

(engine rumbling)

(plaintive piano music cont.)

(engine rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(water sloshing)

(ship horns blaring)

(gulls shrieking)

(Mark knocking)

- Hello, Mark.

- Jean, you know something about Nina's death.

- I honestly don't.

- I've read the manuscript.

It's the most insane and frightening thing I've ever read.

- Yes, I did work on it with her.

(sighs) But only in the beginning, months ago.

- Well, it's vile.

Only two very sick minds could create something like that.

- Mark, I...

(Jean breathes uneasily)

- Sorry, I...I have no right to barge in here like this.

- Just go.

(Mark sighs) Mark.

(ship horns blaring)

I was as shocked as everyone else was at Nina's death,

(sighs) but I wasn't completely surprised.

- Jean, if there's anything you can tell me

about Nina's death, don't hold it back.

- I don't know if you'll want to hear what I can tell you.

- I think that Nina went insane. Did she?

- If it had been that, I would've known

what to do to help her.

- Then what was it?

- Mark, I once cared for you very much,

and I think at one time, you cared for me.

80 believe what I'm about to say, I'm not hiding anything.

Nina's dead. Nothing can alter that.

Leave things as they are and remember Nina

as we both knew her once.

- Jean, I'd like nothing better

than to leave Monterey right now.

But since the day I saw that room she died in,

I knew I couldn't leave without knowing why.

Did she kill herself?

- She was capable of doing anything.

You're lucky that you didn't see her these past few months.

- When did you see her last?

- About two months ago.

We'd begun work on her novel last August.

I thought it was a sensational idea for a book.

That old church with its vampire legends.

(tense music)

[Jean, V.O.] In September, we started going up there

and that's when Nina began to change.

(tense music cont.)

She'd stand and gaze at that weird old building,

as though she were transfixed.

Something about it fascinated her.

She began to go there at night, all alone.

(tense music)

In the mornings, we'd work on the book. It was amazing.

She'd describe, in detail, events

that had happened 150 years ago.

Names, dates, vivid descriptions.

At first, I thought Nina had a fantastic imagination,

but now, I know it was something else.

She couldn't make up scenes of that kind.

Each day, what she'd write became more and more terrifying.

Lurid. (typewriter clattering)

(disconcerting music)

(disconcerting music cont.)

That was the last time that I saw Nina.

(ship horns blaring)

(dramatic piano music)

(birds chirping)

(door thuds)

(wind howling)

(eerie music)

(coffin lid creaking)

(stairs creaking)

(eerie music cont.)

(footsteps shuffling)

- It's nailed shut, Mr. Gray.

It's the final resting place

of a former rector of the church.

- What are you doing here?

- I often come here.

It was once consecrated ground, you know.

Tell me, what are you seeking here?

- I was told my sister used to come here.

I wanted to find out why.

- Oh, that's quite simple.

I can tell you. Nina loved this place.

- I find that very strange.

- It's an extraordinary place, Mr. Gray.

I'm somewhat of an expert on its history.

Perhaps you'd be interested in hearing some of it.

- Yes, I would.

- Did you know that Satan himself once appeared here,

in this crypt, to a group of nuns?

- No, I didn't know that.

- Come, I'll show you the spot.

(footsteps shuffling)

It was at this spot, nearly 150 years ago,

that Satan rose from Hell.

(coffin lid scraping)

The sisters were praying here for the souls of the dead.

When Satan appeared to them in all his magnificence,

they stopped praying to their invisible God.

And from that day forth, they worshiped a new master.

It was a tremendous victory for Satan.

- But those are only legends. Tales.

- Yes. Yes, of course they are.

- My sister was writing a book about this place.

Did you know about it?

- Indeed, yes.

In fact, you might say I was her collaborator.

- I don't understand what your interest is

in all of this, Father.

- Purely an historical one.

I thought, perhaps, you might share

your sister's love of this place.

- I don't.

- But you both played here as children.

- Did Nina tell you that? - Yes.

- I think that this terrible place cost my sister her life.

She became obsessed with it

until it drove her out of her mind.

- But you forget the teachings of the Church, Mr. Gray.

In dying, we are all of us reborn in a more perfect state.

(tense piano music)

- No, it's all right, Sam.

(pencil scratching)

(camera shutter clicking)

(pencil scratching)

(Lieutenant Scott sighing)

Mark, your aunt and her housekeeper were both murdered.

We don't know who did it.

I'm sorry, Mark.

(Mark sobs)

(somber piano music)

(door thuds)

(engine humming)

- Mark, I'm terribly sorry.

(ice cubes clinking)

(ice cubes clinking)

- My aunt didn't have an enemy in the world.

- It's like some horrible nightmare,

but one that we can't wake up from.

(Mark breathes uneasily)

- Let's go for a walk.

I wanna try to clear my head.

(waves lapping) (seagulls shrieking)

(waves lapping) (sentimental music)

(seagulls shrieking)

(waves crashing)

- You know that I'm still in love with you.

(sentimental music cont.)

(waves crashing)

(fire crackling)

(Jean moaning)

(Jean moaning)

(Jean groaning)

(fire crackling)

(lips smacking)

(Jean moaning)

(wind whistling)

(fire crackling)

(fire crackling)

(Nina laughing) (eerie, tense music)

(wind whistling)

(fire crackling)

(footsteps thudding)

(door clicks and creaks)

(Jean gasping)

Mark! Mark! (gasps)

Four months ago, that picture was hanging on that wall

and it didn't look anything like that.

- Well, I've never seen anything like it.

There's no point in calling in the lab boys,

'cause they haven't either.

- Burn it, Mark. It's horrible.

That isn't Nina.

It...it looks like some kind of awful fiend.

A vampire.

- No, I can't believe any of this.

There must be an answer.

- I think Mark should leave here immediately.

- Under the circumstances, Mark,

I think Miss Holt is right.

- No.

- Don't be foolish, Mark.

- I don't know what we're going to discover,

but I intend to stay and find out.

(banging)

You stay here.

- No. (bed creaking)

(banging)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

(banging)

(banging)

(stairs creaking)

(footsteps shuffling)

(door scraping)

(door clicks and creaks)

(door bangs)

- [Mark] No one. (sighs)

(Jean screams and gasps)

Mark, my God.

It's alive.

(engine rumbling)

- My aunt has a cabin not very far from here.

We'll go up there for a few days,

then go back to Monterey for her funeral.

- Mark, you saw it move.

- Jean, we thought we saw it move.

- Thought?

(fire crackling)

(Mark sighs)

(Jean gasps) (dramatic music)

- What is it? - Oh, the window.

- What did you see?

- I saw Nina's face.

It was hideous. Like the portrait.

(suspenseful music)

(fire crackling)

(wind howling) (trees rustling)

(suspenseful music cont.)

(animal howling)

(door thuds)

- Tomorrow, after the funeral,

we're both going to my house in Malibu.

(phone ringing)

(Mark sighs)

(receiver clacks)

- Hello, Mark?

- Hello, Steve.

- Everything all right?

- Yes, except both Jean and I have a bad case of nerves.

- Mark, that, uh, priest you asked me to check on

was, named Dakin, D-A-K-I-N, right?

- Yes. - Well, I called

the Bishop's office and they never heard of him.

In fact, there's no priest with that name

anywhere in Northern California.

- That's impossible. I just spoke with him.

- Well, now, you said that you saw him

up at the old church last Tuesday.

- That's right.

- Well, they did tell me one thing at the Bishop's office.

There was a Father Daken, only spelled D-A-K-E-N.

He was the rector of the old church.

But Mark, he's been dead for 150 years.

(suspenseful music)

(eerie music)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps shuffling)

(Nina growling)

Who is it?

(Nina hissing)

God damn it, answer.

(Nina growling)

(suspenseful music)

(Nina hissing)

(footsteps shuffling)

(footsteps shuffling)

(gun firing)

(wind howling)

- Is there anything you want from the bookshop?

- No, I have everything I need.

Just hurry back.

- You're sure you won't change your mind?

- Forgive me, Mark, but I can't help it.

I hate the whole stupid ritual of funerals.

- Okay, I understand.

You won't be afraid here, will you?

- No, not in the daytime.

It's really very beautiful here.

I think I'll always remember it.

- I'll see you in about three hours, Jean.

- Mark, I'm sorry about not going to the funeral.

I hope that you really do understand.

- Of course.

- I love you, darling.

(wind whistling)

(engine rumbling)

(eerie music)

(wind howling)

(birds chirping)

(eerie music cont.)

(birds chirping)

(Nina hissing) (Jean screaming)

- Nina! (river rushing)

Please, Nina!

(river rushing) Nina! Nina, no!

No! No! (screaming)

No! Please, please, no!

Stop, Nina! Nina!

(door creaking)

(Jean screams)

(river rushing)

(somber piano music)

(wind howling)

(engine rumbling)

(door bangs)

(doors thudding)

(engine rumbling)

(somber piano music cont.)

(rain pattering)

I didn't understand.

I simply did not understand.

(somber piano music)

(wind howling)

(doors thudding)

This way, Mark.

(suspenseful music)

- Jean, be careful.

Daken?

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps tapping)

- I'm here, Mark.

(footsteps shuffling)

- Daken, what in God's name is this?

- Jean has told you that I would explain everything

surrounding Nina's death. And so I shall.

You and Nina played nearby when you were small.

You were both such beautiful children.

He would watch you as you played together.

He loved you both.

- Who?

- The one whose house you are in.

- What has all this mystical nonsense got to do

with my sister's death?

- Your sister isn't dead, Mark.

She lives in high glory. One of his chosen.

- You're all mad.

- Mark.

(floor creaking)

- Nina.

(footsteps shuffling)

- Tonight, you and Nina will be married

in accordance with his wishes.

Satan himself will rise from Hell to marry you and Nina.

In time, your union will produce a son,

one who will rule in exalted glory beside Satan.

By human standards, your offspring

will be horribly deformed.

But he will be beautiful in the eyes of Satan.

(eerie music)

- Master.

(footsteps shuffling)

(vampires growling)

(suspenseful music) (footsteps pattering)

(suspenseful music cont.)

(footsteps pattering)

(door clicks and bangs)

(engine rumbling)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching) (car smashing)

(Daken reciting Latin incantation)

(somber piano music)