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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my inn.

Thank you.

- Anything to eat? - Yes, sir, but nothing fancy.

Make yourselves a1 home.

- Take care of the horses. - Sure thing.

- Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. - Thanks.

- Anything ready to eat? - Well, I don't...

Whatever. Bring us anything you have, but make it fast.

- And some tea. - Very well.

Piping hot, of course.

- What did they order'? - Hot tea and some food.

What should I prepare?

They look American. Make them an omelet with smoked lard.

- Those people are American? - Yeah. At least I believe so.

- What are they doing around here'? - I'll know soon enough.

Yes, Jenkins, I believe you should sell everything and go back to...

Hush now.

- I was sure you called me. - You were wrong.

Are you going to bring us some food or not?

Right away, sir!

Be careful.

- Whafs going on? - They're in a hurry.

- Tell them the food will be ready soon.

- Fat chance. You tell 'em.

- Don't you think that... - It's not a matter of thinking.

We must always be careful about what we say.

I'll be right back.

What kind of dish are you making us'?

An omelet with lard. I hope you'll like it.

Absolutely. I'm crazy about omelets with lard.

You hear that, Mary?

She's fixing us an omelet with lard.

Here, too?

What do you mean?

It's a very common meal in America,

so she meant that she thought she would find other dishes in England.

- Do you like it, though? - Yes, as long as you hurry up.

What a pretty girl...

- What would you like to drink? - Anything you have.

- I'll come with you. - No.

What was the point of mentioning the States?

We don't need anyone to know why we're here.

All done. The horses are watered and fed.

Here's your food.

Hurry UP-

- What do you want from us? - Nothing from you.

Didn't you hear this gentleman? Keep eating and relax.

- I fixed you something to drink. - Thank you, much appreciated.

- Cheers. - My pleasure.

- Here's your tea. - Who are they looking for?

Quick.

- Who is he? - A leper.

He escaped from the leper colony where he was confined.

They've been hunting him for a month, but no luck so far.

But what's he doing around here'?

He's very familiar with this area.

He was Sir Reginalrfs assistant before he became ill.

- Sir Reginald?! - Yes, the owner of Nofis Castle.

He died three years ago.

How far is this castle?

Only a few miles.

- Why, are you looking to visit it? - Yes. Do you reckon we could sleep there?

Oh, they have plenty of beds.

But it's such a grim place.

I regret telling the notary I would go there to help Patrick.

Still, a promise is a promise.

Besides, the notary is so...

Notary Elliott is already at the castle, I presume?

Yes. Do you happen to know him?

I don't know him personally, but he's the one who summoned me here.

For the matter of Sir Reginald's will, right?

Other guests are already at the castle.

- Did you hear, Jenkins? More heirs. - Let's hope not.

These people are going to the castle. Why don'l you ask them to...

Would you be so kind to give my daughter a ride?

She has to carry a lot of supplies to the castle.

- I mean, ifyou don't mind helping her. - My brother would be delighted to.

Since you seem so concerned, I accept.

See? I was right. They're going to the castle!

I must admit that, when I became a notary for the firm,

I was frightened by some initial difficuities.

But now, thanks to divine providence,

I can say that I know the practices of the firm as well as my predecessor.

I shall admit I can handle myself admirably.

Let's discuss Sir Reginald's will.

I received it in a sealed envelope. I don't know what's in it.

Tell us a little about Sir Reginald. I never met the man.

Sir Reginald was a doctor.

He didn't work because he didn't need to.

He conducted some strange experiments together with his assistant.

- What sort of experiments? - I ignored that stuff.

The only one who knew anything about them was Dr. Quick.

He got infected with leprosy.

When the nurses and police arrived at the castle to have him admitted,

they found that the man who had called them, namely Sir Reginald, had died.

Stricken with Leprosy.

He died of leprosy in such a short time?

I found it strange myself, but the doctor's statement was very explicit.

A pernicious form of that terrible disease.

The deceased was so disfigured that it was not deemed necessary to perform an autopsy.

Why were none of the relatives notified?

The deceased wanted the funeral to be a strictly private affair.

The burial was attended by my predecessor, a police officer, and Patrick.

The castle keeper, that is.

Sir Reginald is resting forever in the family crypt.

In the seventh grave.

What is it?

The other heirs have arrived.

Let them in.

- Who are they? - Mrs. Ferguson and the Jenkins brothers.

Good evening, Mrs. Ferguson.

The lady isn't Mrs. Ferguson.

Her name is Mary. She's with me.

- Mr. Jenkins, I suppose? - Correct. Why?

I'm Notary Elliott. I'm the one who summoned you here.

- How do you do? - Fine, thanks.

That's Fred, my brother. Say hello to the notary!

Huh? Oh, how do you do?

I wonder what he sees in that girl.

Come, let's get more comfortable.

- After you. - Thanks.

- This chair'? - Yes.

- So... - Shall we read this bloody will or not?

I'm afraid it can't be done.

Today is the 16th, and the will is to be read on the 18th,

in the presence of all the heirs.

Mrs. Ferguson is still missing, as you can see.

She's been notified, I presume?

Yes. I sent her two letters, as I did with all of you.

I'm sure she'll show up soon.

But what if she doesrfl?

Then she would lose all rights to the inheritance,

which seems to be much bigger than originally expected, by the way.

Colonel, l think you ought to explain the situation in all of its details.

According to some old family documents,

it seems that my cousin Reginald was heir to Sir Francis Drakes foriune.

Drake sailed the seas, plundering ships that did not fly the English flag.

- Back in 1730... - Please spare us the history lesson.

Wait, allow me to summarize the whole thing.

It seems that a treasure is hidden in this castle.

Looks like things are getting more interesting, then.

You seem to be looking at something quite interesting.

Are you feeling all right?

I apologize.

That little table evokes some deep emotions in me.

Don't mind her, Notary Elliott.

My daughter is a very powerful psychic.

ReaHy?

You see, when it comes to spiritualism, one must be very wary.

I know there are many tricks of the trade.

Let's go back to the treasure, if you don't mind. Are you sure it really exists?

Yes. And we're going to find it,

even if we have to dismantle the castle brick by brick!

- I believe there's a better way. - Go on.

If she really is a psychic, then she'll have a spirit guide.

If she's agreeable, she could establish a direct connection with Sir Francis Drake.

Would you be Willing to do that, Miss?

Yes.

L'H do it tomorrow.

The trip drained my energies.

It's decided, then.

Will you attend the séance, Reverend Crabbe?

Would the Church allow you to?

As it allows everything that isn't related to black magic or the devil.

I will attend the séance.

See you tomorrow.

MY Durse.

Here you go, Miss.

You're very kind.

- Allow me to thank you. - My pleasure.

Well, shall we?

Mrs. Ferguson hasn't arrived yet.

L'm sorry, but we'll have to start the tour of the castle without her.

What's the point of this so-called castle tour?

Because the will could include a number of codicils.

I'm ready to begin, Notary.

What does that man want?

That's Patrick, the caretaker,

the only person who knows this place thoroughly.

Where shall we start the tour?

- Anywhere you prefer. - Very well, gents.

Follow me, please.

- I hope you'll accept my apologies. - lfs nothing.

I hope you'll accept mine, actually.

Afteryou.

Those has-reliefs are quite beautiful. Don't you agree?

And this is the garden.

That column is remarkable.

So, do you like it here?

Yes.

Such a beautiful place. Very inspiring.

Don't you think?

Yes.

- Today I may have realized that... - They're waiting for us.

Let's catch up with the others.

This is the graveyard.

Until recently, all the members of the Thorne family were buried here.

Before they started using the crypt.

- That's where we're headed. - I'm eager to visit it.

A cell for prisoners.

Nothing interesiing here.

- Is it locked'? - No, it's open.

Here.

You could have warned us.

Well, I had no idea you people would be so squeamish.

Let's go to the crypt now.

You'll see some magnificent tombs.

Those are the Thorne family tombs.

That one is Sir Reginald's.

It's fresh.

- How can it be? - I put it there this morning.

This is the laboratory.

- It's hot! - It can't be.

- Care to explain it? - Well, I don't know. Maybe...

A ray of sunlight, perhaps.

Right.

Maybe.

ShaH we proceed?

Here we are, back in the hall where we started the tour.

We better have some lunch now.

I'm sure Betty fixed something for us.

Are you still fretting about this morning's discoveries?

No, I feel absolutely fine.

- Well enough to begin the séance? - No, Jenkins!

- Why not? - Please, don't.

Would you really be willing to do it, Miss?

I'm ready.

What shall we do?

I'll be in charge of the séance, if you don't mind.

I'm rather experienced with these matters.

Fair enough.

Go on, Colonel.

First of all, we need to move that table.

Don'tjust stand there. Give us a hand.

Put the chairs in a circle.

- What are they doing? - Spiritualism. What else?

Oh, I see.

Sit down now. We must form a chain.

Done.

You must all assume the same pose.

Palms down, bring your thumbs together and spread your fingers wide,

touching the little fingers of those next to you.

The chain is now formed.

I've never seen anything like this before.

Are we gonna get visited by spirits?

No jokes. Our psychic needs utmost silence in order to concentrate.

Are you ready, Katy?

Concentrate.

You must clear your mind ofall thoughts.

Relax your body, but keep the nerves in your hands tense.

Now try calling your spirit guide.

I can't.

I absolutely can't.

I can't concentrate enough.

I feel there's someone among us that doesn't want...

That doesn't want me to...

I can't concentrate properly. I just can't.

You must.

We're all waiting for you.

Concentrate.

Take some deep breaths.

Relax your body.

I can't, I just can't.

Maybe there's too much light in this room.

Waii a minute.

- I'm scared! - Cut it out.

You're in the dark now.

You can concentrate, and you will.

Don't let a single thought enter your mind.

Where are you, Dan?

Where are you?

Can't you hear me calling you?

I want Dan! I want to speak to him!

Manifest yourself, Dan!

Where are you, Dan?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Dan...

Dan! Please, Dan.

Dan!

Dan! Dan!

This may be it, Katy.

- Don't stop. Keep calling him. - Dan.

Dan.

Dan.

- Dan. - We know there's a presence in this room.

We're asking this presence to manifest himself.

Dan... Dan...

Manifest yourself by making the table turn.

I'm asking you again, Dan. Listen to my plea.

We ask the presence to manifest himself.

- Dan. - We're waiting.

Dan.

If you are Dan, answer us with two raps.

OThGIWiSB, answer us with one rap.

It is now clear you are Dan.

You can put us in contact with the late Sir Reginald Thorne,

currently resting in the seventh grave of the family crypt.

Will you do that for us?

One rap to communicate yes, two to communicate no.

It's a no.

Can you enter the body of our psychic and speak through her?

Can you do it?

We will not stop you in any way.

We ask you to manifest yourself in the body of our psychic.

Away! Get away from this place!

- She looks dead. - Quick, get your mirror!

Get some lights on, quick.

It fogged UP-

- Come on, help me. - Right away.

We need a doctor.

We'll have to rely on divine providence.

Come here a second, Reverend.

What is it?

Look.

There's a light in the chapel.

What's going on?

I said there's a light in the chapel.

This late? It can't be.

We'd better go see.

It's odd, indeed.

What is it?

- How do you feel? - No more...

Your father got very concerned.

I'm sorry. How foolish of me to faint like that.

- Let's go. - Where are you going?

- To the chapel. - We saw a light inside.

We're coming with you.

I would come, too, but I can't leave the young lady alone.

I'm perfectly fine.

There's no reason for me not to join you.

L'm just a bit dizzy. Do you mind if I lean on your arm'?

Not at all. It'd be a pleasure.

Take the women away.

The dog.

The tomb was opened!

Same for the coffin.

- The corpse has disappeared! - Our séance prompted his resurrection!

- Don't talk nonsense. - Good Lord.

Nonsense, you say? Let's wait and see.

- Good evening, Notary. - Good evening.

Here's a letter from Pastor Smith. Mrs. Ferguson won't be coming.

But this means that Mrs. Ferguson will lose her claim to the inheritance.

She died two months ago.

And we found a desecrated grave and a hanged man.

Alert the police once you return home.

- Good night. - Good night.

I've just been given a letterfrom Pastor Smith.

It says that Mrs. Ferguson has passed away.

- She won't be coming, obviously. - Some good news, at last.

My child, I know how shaken you feel by tonight's developments,

but please reconsider your plans.

How could you be able to make it home this late?

My nerves are too shaken. That poor man...

Are you sure Mrs. Ferguson won't be coming'?

Yes, the notary said she died two months ago.

One less heir to worry about, Jenkins!

- Naturally, but I'm still worried. - About what?

The disappearance of Sir Reginald's corpse.

- How do you feel, my dear? - About time you asked me.

My apologies, but it was a rather eventful evening.

People, I have been informed that Mrs. Ferguson won't be joining us.

In view of recent developments and since it is past midnight, I will now read the will.

The will has vanished!

How could it be? I kept the key with me at all times.

Gone. Vanished like a ghost.

Do you expect me to stay here?

With that table that moves by itself?

- I believe someones knocking. - Let's go see.

Good evening.

- Who are you? - Martin Wright. I'm a police inspector.

Perfect timing, I'd say.

We're experiencing many strange occurrences.

We even found the caretaker hanging from the bell rope.

One tomb has been desecrated and the body snatched.

Not even mentioning the vanished will.

A strange affair, indeed.

But I reckon we'll get to the bottom of it.

We're gathered here for Sir Reginald's will.

- Come in. - Fill me in on everything.

You're the last person to have seen Patrick alive, is that correct?

- But I swear that I didn't... - oh, I know.

You didn't kill him.

It takes a lot of strength to lift a man.

You don't seem to fit that bill.

What was he doing when you last saw him?

- What was he doing? Nothing! - Are you sure?

I am, and I would answer the same even if you asked me a hundred times!

Let me tell you what happened exactly.

I had served fruit to the guests, and was taking the dishes to the kitchen.

I was walking down the hallway when I met Patrick walking toward the vestibule door.

And when did that happen?

- What time was it? - I can't remember!

I'm not lying, Inspector! I swear!

A few minutes later I returned here,

to see everyone else gathered around that table.

That tabXe...

Right, we haven't told you about our séance.

Which we all took part in, including Betty.

ReaHy?

It started at exactly three minutes after five o'clock.

I always make a note of the start and end time of every séance.

- I understand. - That's true.

None of us moved until we heard the bell.

The bell?

Yes, the young lady fainted during the séance.

We had to stop the experiment.

I looked out the window while the others helped her,

and that's when I saw a light in the chapel.

When I mentioned it, the men in the group came to look out the window.

I see. What about the bell, though?

At that moment we heard the bell tolling,

so we decided to go and investigate.

- All of you? - All of us.

The young lady, too?

Answer me.

- Yes. - She had recovered in the meantime.

You all stayed together from the beginning of the séance until the bell rang, correct?

Until the moment we found Patrick's dead body in the chapel.

- Is the chapel far away? - No, about fifty yards.

I can take you there, if you wish.

It's at the end of the courtyard.

No, I'd rather you all slay here.

Would you please accompany me, Reverend?

- Gladly. - Thank you.

- Would you fetch me a cup of tea? - I'm too scared to go into the kitchen!

- I will escort you, Miss. - You'?

I'll be glad to, I swear.

Surely you are not afraid, I trust?

Yes, I'm scared.

And l'm not ashamed io admit it.

Let's escort Betty to the kitchen together, dear boy.

Even a tourof the kitchen...

- They have lefl us alone. - Why?

- Do you not like being alone with me? - I didn't say that.

- But it crossed your mind. - No.

- You really don't mind'? - No.

You're not scared?

- I am. - Scared of me?

- No. - What are you afraid of, then?

Everything.

The soul-consuming atmosphere of this castle,

the tombs in the garden, and my obsessive thought of that empty coffin,

which almost seems to be waiting for another corpse.

Believe me, I can't take it anymore.

I'm sorry.

- I didn't thinkthat... - But...

No, it is you who must accept my apologies.

Sometimes I can't control my nerves.

But it seems just impossible right now.

No, you don't have to apologize to me at all.

I completely understand you.

- Do you? - Yes.

I feel that I have understood you from the moment we met.

- You're not making fun of rne, are you? - Why would l'?

I don't know.

Perhaps it is because I have always felt alone,

and this is the first time a man has spoken to me in such a way.

It won't be the last, Katy.

May I call you by your first name?

I'm William.

Friends caH me Bill.

Will you call me Bill?

Yes.

Bill...

- Where are the others? - Having lea in the kitchen.

Where's Mr. Martin?

We went to the chapel together.

Oh. Where is he now?

He's busy with the investigation.

We can resume this conversation at another time.

Whenever you wish.

Do you consider Inspector Martin to be competent, Reverend?

I believe so.

- What about you, though? - Well...

- You look worried. - I haven't seen Fred for a few minutes.

- I thought he was with you. - Yes, but at some point he...

- Was it you who first saw Patrick's dead body, Jenkins? - Yes, why?

Didn't you notice what was in his buttonhole?

He didn't have anything, if l'm not mistaken.

You'd better have another look, then.

I want you to see that Patrick's corpse has a flower in its buttonhole.

- Are you kidding'? - Come with me. You'll see.

Let's follow them.

Notary Elliott, how do you intend to proceed now that the will is missing?

All I can do is send a report of tonight's events to the judicial authority.

But if you have other suggestions, l'm willing to listen.

I don't think you can proceed in any other way.

I think this is the first time that a will in the custody of a notary has disappeared.

- See'? - Don't look if it upsets you.

The tomb is in perfect order; the coffin has been closed.

MY Prior Fred!

He was my brother, understand?!

They killed him and I demand you find who did it,

or else I swear I'll make you pay dearly!

We'll find the culprit.

CaXm down now. Come.

Oh, Jenkins...

Poor Jenkins.

My friends, I'm delighted by your company.

However, l'm no spring chicken, and when it gets this late, I need some rest.

- Good night, Reverend. - Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

L'lljoin you, Reverend Crabbe.

- Are you coming, as well? - No, I'll stay a little longer.

- Good night. - Good night.

- My, this tea is taking forever. - Indeed.

It's been quite a while since they left. Let's go find them.

P\ease, don't.

- Let's stay here. l'm too scared. - Scared?

- Oh, it's you. - Why are you saying that?

What's going on?

It's about Fred. His body has been placed inside Sir Reginald's coffin.

If I get my hands on the man who did it...

We'll find the culprit.

If you have no fuflher instructions for me, I'd like to go to sleep.

You also need to get some rest, Jenkins.

I'll take it.

What is your opinion on the case, Inspector?

Too early to say.

I'd like to take a tour of the castle before going to bed, if you don't mind.

Speaking of which, where could l rest a little?

L'm afraid I don't know what to tell you.

I apologize for not taking your needs into consideration.

I'd be glad to give you my bedroom.

Don't you worry.

I'm here to investigate.

L'l\ just take a nap on that sofa overthere.

Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

See you tomorrow.

This is my room.

Good night, Bill.

Good night, Katy.

No. They might see us.

No, please...

Did you hear that? It was a scream.

I don't know, but I heard it, too.

Let's go check.

Another victim!

Calm down. Let's examine the body.

She's still breathing.

Thank God, she's alive.

What could have happened?

We must help her.

- We'd better take her to her room. - A little help, Colonel?

Yes.

Don't worry, I can handle this myself.

- What are you doing now? - l'm tired.

I'm changing Mary's posiiion.

- Who could have brought it here? - I don't know.

No one is allowed to touch it from now on.

- What happened? - Mary fainted after seeing Sir Reginald's corpse.

- Where? - In the hall.

Please, take care of Mary.

I have a little business to attend to.

Give me that pouch, quick.

Here.

I think we'd better get this body out of here.

I saw a stretcher in the yard, if I'm not mistaken.

Would you mind getting it for me, Reverend?

Yes, but I'll need the notary's help.

- Gladly. - Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- What happened? - Calm her down. I'm going to the hall.

You're not leaving us alone, are you?

Where are my slippers?

What happened?

He was already unconscious when I arrived.

And that's not all. Look.

Thank you.

What happened to you?

I have no idea.

I was here when I suddenly fell something strange, as if...

What sort of strange feeling?

How could I properly explain it?

But I didn't faint, of that I'm sure.

It was something else altogether.

As if somebody put a spell on me.

You're surely not suggesting it was a supernatural occurrence?

No, I didn't say that.

All of a sudden, I felt tremendously exhausted.

- L'm tired as well. - We all are.

Why don't you go to bed?

Women are not meant for such matters.

- Well? - Mr. Jenkins is right.

I'll come with you. Let's go.

- Empty? - That's how I found it.

Let's hope there won't be any more thrills tonight.

Let's hope so.

- Are we sleeping together tonight? - Yes.

- Good night. - But... Katy...

WeH, good night.

A corpse can't just vanish like that.

Somebody must have taken it away.

- We must find it. - I'll join the search.

- Will you join the party, Colonel? - Yes, of course.

Allow me to come with you, Inspector.

We don't need the stretcher anymore.

We can take it back to the yard.

Give me a hand.

Here's your candlestick, Reverend. Good night.

Thanks, but won't you need it?

Don't worry, I'll take one from the hall.

Very well, good night.

Did you hear that noise? Let's go check.

What happened?

I don't know yet, but I heard a scream.

Are you injured?

I hope not.

Where's Katy?

She's in the hall with the other women.

- Have you seen Katy? - Why, she's in her room.

Are you absolutely sure'?

No.

We better go check.

She's not in her room.

We must find her, whatever it takes.

Where couXd she be?

- Well? - Any luck?

Noihing at all.

We must find her at all costs.

We'd better split up to continue the search.

Young lady, you'll go with the colonel and Mr. Jenkins.

The others will come with me. Let's not waste time.

No, it's too scary for me!

I feel that Katy isn't far away. You must help me.

We'll do everything in our power to find her.

- Who are you looking for'? - A leper who escaped from a colony.

- Why are you looking for him here? - This is where he lived.

I understand. Come in.

- It's you... - Yes.

You never expected this, huh'?

Don't just stand there, untie me.

Untie me. Hurry!

Hold on, calm down a second.

There's something I must tell you first.

- What? - Something about me.

- I don't understand. - Who do you think I am?

- You're not Inspector Martin? - No.

- My name is Reginald Thorne. - That's impossible.

- I saw your tomb. - Empty.

You mean that...

But then that body in the living room...

- You thought it was me? - I was sure of it.

You were wrong.

But how can it be?

It was Quick's body. My assistant.

- It was inevitable. - You disgust me.

Because of Patrick?

Don't you understand that I had to kill him?

Why?

It was essential for me to find a safe haven.

I had left everything to him in my will, because I considered him an honest man.

And then?

The coward threatened to expose my identity to the police.

I was forced to take care of him.

How can you talk like that?

What are you going to do with me now?

Oh, I have something in mind.

What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?

When I look at you, I think of the time I spent among all those lepers!

Three long years, and now you're all mine.

No, please!

What do you intend to do with me?

I need your blood for my experiments!

- You're a monster! - Not yet!

Leprosy has not yet affected my face.

- I'm one of the lucky ones! - No! No!

No!

Yes!

Don't worry, though! You won't feel a thing!

LepfoSy...

- I will find a cure for it! - Don't come closer!

L'll show you!

- Very soon you'll become like me! - No!

- Yes! Very soon! - No! No!

I'm tremendously excited by this new experiment!

The moment draws nigh.

Like me! Like me!

L'l\ kill you all!

Sir Reginald tried to murder my helper, who managed to survive.

I apologize for interrupting, Notary, but I do have a question.

I would like to know who alerted the police.

My helper, as a matter of fact.

He found the two policemen looking for the leper,

and told them what had happened here.

There is one more thing I'd like you to explain, Notary.

- Go on. - How did you realize Martin was Sir Reginald?

Well, I had had some suspicions.

Then the police officer, Mr. O'Connolly,

told me that Quick had been admitted three years before to a leper colony.

Dr. Quick was Sir Reginald's assistant.

The two were conducting some strange experiments.

I already told you about those, by the way.

A few months ago, an old fellow student of Dr. Quick's

visited the same leper colony.

After seeing his friend's medical records and feeling sorry for his illness,

he went to visit him.

Besides feeling puzzled by the fact that Quick didn't recognize him,

the man was surprised that his friend had grown taller.

Do you understand now?

A leper growing taller.

It was a different person, clearly.

The man mentioned this to the colony director, who informed the police.

But, that same night, the leper managed to escape.

And despite an extensive search, he disappeared.

He vanished into thin air and remained a fugitive.

I see, but how can we be sure he was really Sir Reginald?

Only one person had any interest in making the will disappear.

And said person was, without a doubt, Sir Reginald.

He had left everything to the castles caretaker.

By making the will disappear, the property would remain undivided.

Then he committed a seemingly pointless murder, Fred's.

Alas, he did it for his experiments.

Committing a murder in the name of his experiments?

May God forgive him.

What was the reason behind his studies and experiments?

According to his diary, he was trying to discover a method

for regenerating the cells that make up the human body.

He had spent his fortune on this scientific research,

including Francis Drake's famous treasure that he'd managed to find.

If only we had listened to the young lady's spirit guide.

My brother would still be here if we had Iefl as the spirit told us.

Here with me.

Jenkins...

Fred will be with us forever.

In our memories.

Couldn't we finally get rid of that table, Notary?

Hey, those are my slippers.

Who would have thought they would be there?

- Have you decided, Notary? - I'll take it to my house.

I might need it.

Isn't that right, Katy?

As long as you won't involve me in any séances.

- No. - Wise decision.

Unleashing occult forces that can't be controlled is always dangerous.

That's why our religion forbids the unaccustomed from performing séances.

It's a very sensible precaution.

Imagine ifl hadn't arrived in time to save you.

You did, so stop having those thoughts.

THE END

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi