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Damn this snow.

Brothers!

You are lost.

Well, I wouldn't say lost, exact-

One who knows his path

would not travel these woods.

Come inside!

Yes yes yes! Come nightfall

the storm will be the least of your problems.

You can head back the way you came

come morning.

Head back? But-

But this is the main road, correct?

There are unholy creatures that prowl these woods, hunting!

I'd like to see them try.

As a man of faith,

please, heed our warning!

Man of faith?

Oh, this.

It was a special gift for safe travel

from an exquisite woman.

You want it?

Pray on it.

Was she blonde?

He gets it.

Look, I appreciate your concern

for my safe travels,

but your gods and demons

and whatever other silly superstitions you believe

will not keep me from reaching my destination.

And while your offer of a bed is very kind

the sooner I finish my travels,

the sooner I can sleep in my own.

With a woman?

Correct.

If you continue on, you will die.

Brothers. Friends.

It's been very nice

sharing time with you, but I must be off.

Stay to the main road.

God be with you.

Superstitions and fairy tales.

I'm sure those two JINXED me!

Come!

Quickly.

Good evening!

I am the Marquis-

Inside! Inside! We can talk then.

Welcome.

I'm Georgy.

This is my wife, Polina, and my boy, Petr.

Polina, Petr.

A pleasure to meet you both.

I am The Marquis Durfe.

And you must be the head of this family.

Thank you for letting a stranger warm himself.

Cute kid.

He's a quiet one.

An advantage in these parts.

Have a seat,

it may be a long night.

Oh, many thanks,

but I can't stay long.

I must be on my way.

Hello.

Oh.

Zdenka. My sister.

Zdenka!

The name sounds like a jewel to pronounce.

Really rolls off the tongue I find.

Thank you...

I am the Marquis Durfe.

Your brother here was kind enough

to let me warm myself.

Well, with Petr's okay of course.

He's. He's quiet. He's shy.

You don't look like you're from here.

Are you traveling or?

Yes. Oh, yes. I -

Yes. To Hungary on a diplomatic visit.

A very important meeting

where a very important person is going to speak.

And that person would be me.

Oh.

So I can't stay long.

Perhaps uh, on my way back, I could uh-

You'll be staying until morning.

At the least.

Father, where's Gorcha?

Get away from the window, boy.

But it's getting late.

Shh shh. Petr.

Who is Gorcha?

A cousin?

Or another brother, perhaps?

Or a disfigured family friend I bet?

Gorcha. Our father.

He went to the mountains

ten days ago to hunt wolves.

The bells father!

Go, quickly.

Three...

Four...

What's going on?

Zdenka? Is everything -

Five... Zdenka? Is everything -

Are we -

Go!

Close those curtains!

Six...

I would do anything for you. Really!

Seven... But can we just pause

one moment and tell me, what is -

Eight. Eight!

Gorcha!

Quiet.

It's time.

Time for what?

Your family seems distraught.

Maybe I can help if I-

Eyes and ears on me. Not my sister.

Okay. Are you listening?

All right.

Gorcha was to be back this day, before eight. Before the dark.

We are now past eight.

And that means my father is dead.

It's just past.

I'm sure you can give him a few

minutes leeway...

He gave us explicit orders.

He warned us not to allow him in the house

after the last chime of the Monastery bells.

He's been turned to a vurdalak!

A vurdalak?

You mean a vampire?

I thought you said he was hunting wolves.

Zdenka,

please tell me your intelligence matches

your incredible beauty -

Worse than vampire.

A wolf-like beast

which drinks the blood of its own family!

Should he return,

we must put a stake through his heart.

You can't be serious.

Absolutely do NOT do that

if he returns.

If you all have stakes around here,

maybe you should hand them to me.

It IS serious.

And if he returns,

I will stake him myself.

Open the door!

It's me. It's Gorcha let me in!

It's Grandfather!

Do not go near the door or the window.

Shh! Do not go near the door or the window.

No, Petr...

But he's okay! He's not a vurdalak!

This is ridiculous.

The boy's the only sane one.

Open the door and let your father in.

He gave clear orders.

He's returned, but it's not him.

Christ.

How big is your father?

Sweet stable Jesus! What hell?

LET ME IN! IM HOME!

Georgy!

Polina!

Unlock the door.

I still have time!

Do not unlock that door.

Open the door! Do not unlock that door.

Do not unlock that door.

I'm sorry, Gorcha!

Zdenka!

Do not leave your father out in this cold

In this darkness,

with these beasts!

What are you doing?

Let him in!

He's going to freeze out there.

Georgy! He's going to freeze out there.

Georgy, are you sure?

Gorcha... He looks so cold.

Its not Gorcha.

The dead aren't affected by cold.

Oh my goodness,

that's ridiculous!

He WILL be affected

And then he WILL be dead.

Touch that door and I'll kill you.

Anyone touches that door

and they will feel my hand.

Goddamnit!

Let me in!

Let.

Him.

In.

Let me in!

Let!

Me!

In!

Let me in!

Stop it! Stop it! Let me in! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!

LET ME IN!

LET ME IN!

LET ME IN! LET ME IN!

He can't come in unless invited, right?

If it gets inside, I'll end it.

But should it get past me,

you try for the heart. You understand?

And you wouldn't happen to have an extra -

The chimney!

Firewood!

Now!

What am I doing?

To hell with wooden stakes!

I'm going to take the limbs off this blood-sucking

tick-riddled, vampire-wolf

with cold, hard steel.

Was that my chair?

Let me help you!

Petr. Look at them.

Your family has gone mad!

Help your poor grandfather.

I'm so cold.

Should we make it out of this alive,

I'll take you to Petersburg,

and we'll be married in Paris.

We can travel the world

and have a beautiful life together.

But, I hardly know you!

We'll have a lifetime to know each other.

Should we make it out alive,

maybe, sure...

Maybe, sure!

Petr!

NO!

No Grandfather!

We're dead if we stay here!

Take my hand!

Ah-ha!

Father.

Hee-ya!

Polina!

Zdenka!

Zdenka!

Zdenka! Zdenka!

We must get out of this godforsaken place.

Zdenka,

please...

Pint.

Rough night?

I'll thank you not to comment on my-

goodness...

Goddamnit.