All language subtitles for La Bambola Di Satana - The Doll Of Satanx

Good morning, Andrea.
-Morning, sonny...

They're waiting for you.

I brought your lunch, Mr Edward.

Warn your employers...

If you're late again, we'll change supplier.

Yes, Mr Edward.

Finally...

You're five minutes late.
If you're late again we'll change supplier.

Yes, madam. I understand.
I'll tell them, good morning.

Good morning.

Let's hope Blanche and Gerard find the way.

Right...

That is, if we're also on the
right road to your famous castle.

Satan's Doll

You seem upset, Mr Shinton.

I must confess, the death of
Sir Ball Janon has upset me deeply...

It seems impossible.
-I undertand...

He's left a great void in all of us.

Speaking of which, your niece
should be here tomorrow, right?

Yes, her fiance is accompanying her.

It seems like some friends of
theirs will also be coming.

I'd have preferred not to
have strangers in the house.

I would have preferred that as well.

For the rest, I don't see the need to invite
strangers, as though it were a party...

...while Sir Ball Janon's seat is still warm.

I believe they're all quite young.
They don't understand these grave moments in life.

You were a good friend of Sir Ball Janon's?
-Indeed...

We worked together for years.
I still can't believe he's gone.

It's a horrible world.
The good ones are always the first to go.

I'd like to know what will
happen with the inheritance...

What will happen to the castle?

I wanted to ask you about this.

However...

I hope you will influence them for the best.

Naturally, I will do my best because
the niece respects her uncle's wishes...

But I cannot guarantee she will listen to me.

Like I said, the advantage of having a car
in two places is being able to drive alone.

.

"I don't want company when I've got company."

There's often little light here.
.

The storms are often to blame.

The entire system needs to be re-checked.
Naturally, the castle is very old...

This is why Sir Ball Janon never wanted to sell it.
He didn't want to spend a fortune...

...in modernisation.

It's very strange, an old collector of
beautiful things like him selling up.

This is true.

If I had a castle I'd never sell it.

What would you do with it?

It would make a great pied a terre.

...right away.
-I heard Sir Ball Janon's niece arrived today.

Really?
-Didn't you know?

.

Who knows how she's taken it?

Suddenly inheriting a castle.
Perhaps she won't need to look for a husband now.

Don't you think?
-She may have to try harder.

Perhaps.

A cognac.
-Right away, sir.

How are your sunsets, mademoiselle Claudine?

A disaster.
-Why?

Because they're too short and I don't
have time to prepare the colours...

I'd need two hour sunsets.

Why don't you paint some nice village?
-Villages are too static.

Hello?

It's for you, madam.

Thanks.

Hello?
Yes.

Yes, okay.

Yes, very well.
Thank you.

The bill, please.

He calls everyday...

He must really be in love.

Right.
Jealous and in love.

I can't say otherwise.

Here's the bill, madam.

Thank you.
-Thank you.

See you round, mademoiselle.

Good luck with your sunrises.

Please, friends, this discussion
about the castle is serious for us.

With the death of her uncle,
Elizabeth is alone in the world...

And, in her position, it's
better she doesn't sell a thing.

Unless she doesn't want to sell her property
to confront a future that doesn't worry her.

.

...I could carry out his last wishes.

Naturally, he expressed these
wishes when he was alive...

Before he suspected he was going to die.

He had already drawn up plans
for the sale of the castle.

I find it very strange he never
mentioned his intentions to me.

I would say he was vey
close to this property.

I also find this strange.
If he really wanted to sell...

He would have mentioned it to me.
-But you weren't here, dear.

I wasn't, but he would have written.

Mr Shinton, don't you think
he would have written to me?

I'd like to bring it to your attention,
that you are questioning my word...

Furthermore...

This is why he didn't tell you.
He had his reasons...

...to not involve you in his plans.
-What reasons?

I was an orphan at ten years old.
Since then, my uncle was single...

...and with no other family,
he doted over me his entire life.

I would've been the first to know if he was selling.

Whenever he had to make a big decision...

Uncle...

...always told me.

Why...

Why didn't he tell me this time?

He knew I was the only benefactor.

He cared so much for me...

He would never have taken such a
decision without telling his niece...

Even if, as you say, you were his confidant.

I'm not doubting what you say...

It may have been a misunderstanding, in good faith.

I'm ready to admit it.
But I can't admit my uncle...

...with all the affection he showed me....
-Gentlemen.

It's superfluos to continue this discussion.
Please excuse Elizabeth...

She's very tired after today.

The death of her uncle has clearly
upset her more than it appears...

..and this grim discussion has done the rest.

If Ms Carol will accompany us, we'll get some rest.
-Certainly...

With pleasure.

Please, Ms Elizabeth...

This is your room.
-No, thank you...

Since I was a child, I've always used this room.
-One moment.

Who is that woman?

You're right.
I forgot to tell you...

Jeanette is in that room.

Jeanette?

They told me she was dead.
-She might as well be, she's paralytic and insane.

She never recovered from the
accident she had with your uncle.

He came out of it fine.

Who is this Jeanette?
-She was my uncles secretary.

She was so full of life.

She was also very beautiful.

I remember her clearly.
She was devoted to my uncle...

She was very close to him.
-This is why, after the accident...

...your uncle wanted to keep her in the
castle, like a member of the family...

Even though she was completely insane.

Here's old Andrea, the only person who's
really upset over the death of Sir Ball Janon.

Let's wake up, it's late.

Get the wheelbarrow for a moment.

Can we borrow the wheelbarrow, Andrea?

Yes, but help me take out these pots.
-The benefactors have arrived, right?

Elizabeth, Sir Ball Janon's niece.

To think, I remember her as a child.
Now, she's arrived with her friend...

...and another couple, friends of theirs.
-The work is done, who do we give the bill to?

There's no one around now.
They've gone to hear the reading of the will.

We're not in a hurry, as long as someone pays.

Contrary to what usually happens in these
cases, the situation is very simple...

Lady Elizabeth is the sole
benefactor of Sir Ball Janon's estate...

He was quite clear in his will...

There's nothing more to add.

Thank you.

It's my duty.

In two days you'll have all the
documents relating to the property.

.

...Ms Carol.

Thank you very much, but there's no hurry.

The lady is right...

This is what Sir Ball Janon wrote,
regarding this matter...

To my faithful governor...

.

Goodbye, and congratulations.
-Thank you, Mr Notary.

I didn't think we would finish so soon.
-Me neither.

Stop, you.
Where are you going?

I'm sorry if I startled you.

You were walking into quicksand.

It's true.
The quick sand...

My uncle never tired of telling me about it.
-Thank you, Mr...?

Reno... Paul Reno.
-It's a pleasue.

Now you're the owner, we're neighbours...

I live behind there.
I've got a small villa.

It's a beautiful villa.
-It's nothing compared to your marvelous castle.

You'd like to buy it, right?
-Yes, it's true.

How did you know?

The late Sir Ball Janon's governor
informed us of your offer.

I hope she also told you
how much the offer was for?

And my uncle wanted to sell?
-So it seems.

He was very inerested in my offer.
If you'd also like to take it into considertion...

I could bring you a contract.
-If you'll permit me to make an observation...

This all seems a bit premature.
My fiance doesn't even have the paperwork...

...or know how much it's worth.
-I'm not trying to hurry you...

I only wanted to know...
-We're neighbours, we'll be able to discuss this again.

Thank you, that's all I wanted to know.
We'll meet again, I'll leave you to your walk.

Thanks for the warning.
-You're welcome.

Is Sir Ball Janon's castle this way, or that way?

That way is quicker but
the road is better this way.

Thanks.

Are you Sir Ball Janon's niece by any chance?
The benefactor of the castle.

Yes, that's me.
Do you know me, perhaps?

There was a lot of talk about you in our
small village, after your uncle's death.

I've been in London all these years.
I don't have any friends here anymore...

Come and see me, I'd really like it.
-Thank you and I promise I'll come and see you.

Okay, goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Yes...

I've decided to leave because my
presence here is no longer needed.

I have business to tend to in London.
Like always.

I don't want to influence your decision...

...but I'd like you to stay so you
can advise on the sale of the castle.

Why?

Why do you want to sell,
my dear Elizabeth?

What do you need?
-It's not out of necessity, Mr Shinton.

But I'm starting to believe this is
what uncle was planning on doing...

While I was out walking with Jack, we met
a gentleman who had made an offer to uncle.

He said uncle was very interested in the offer.

I do not believe these were your
uncle's intentions, Elizabeth.

Then why did this guy say exactly the
same thing as Ms Carol, the governor?

I don't know and I don't understand it.

Quite the contrary...

I believe the governor, in some way...

...managed to find out.

I'm sorry, I don't understand anymore.

Perhaps, when you see the documents I'm
talking about, you'll be convinced...

...that you uncle can't have wanted to sell.

Naturally, you must know more than me...

Let's postpone this discussion
to a more opportune moment.

That would be better.
-Thank you, goodnight Mr Shinton.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.

What is it?

What do you want?

What happened, Elizabeth?
-I don't know, my window opened suddenly.

It's nothing.
A branch fell off a tree in the storm.

You can't stay there with a broken...
-What happened?

Nothing.
-Nothing serious, a branch fell.

I hope you're not hurt.
-No, thank you.

What were you doing still awake?

I was correcting some articles.
-At this hour?

Yes, it helps pass time.
-Do you always work so hard?

Even on holiday?

Yes...

Journalism is a job which never permits
us to consider ourselves on holiday.

Central?

Okay, over.

You frightened me, Mr Reno.

I'm sorry, madam, I wouldn't want to
interrupt your moment of inspiration.

Why, Mr Reno...

...do you always want to joke with me?
-It's not true, madam...

Let me tell you, I honestly like your paintings.
-Really? Let's not talk about me...

What have you been up to?
I haven't seen you around lately.

You're very talented.

I like this painting.
-And you're good at not answering questions.

I asked you, why haven't
you been around lately?

I hadn't given your
question enough weight...

Because I never imagined...

...a beautiful woman would be
ineterested in a man like me.

No?
A man who wants to buy the Ball Janon castle?

Right, that's true.
It's a detail that might...

...render me interesting in
the eyes of a beautiful woman.

To buy it, it needs to be for sale.
-That's also true...

But I thought you already had your contacts.

Speaking of which, have you met the new owner?

Have you seen if she's interested in selling?
-I tried to get close to her more than once...

But I must confess, I just couldn't do it.

I'll leave you to your work.
-Goodbye, Mr Reno.

Be careful on the stairs.
They're wet from the humidity.

It seems like time's stopped down here.

What's this?
What's this mysterious hole?

It's nothing important.
It must be an old tunnel.

It must be the ghost's apartment.

This way.

Don't you remember any of this?
-No, absolutely not...

I never came down here as a child.
-The cells are terrible.

Yes, and they aren't the worst.
Many of them have been sealed up.

Be careful, dear.

What's in here?
-This is a kind of museum...

Weapons, instruments for torture.

Incredible.

It's a very important collection.

This one seems alive.
It looks like he's breathing.

Doesn't it give you ideas?

You could write a great giallo.
-Right.

All the characters are here.

The weapons you see around you were
taken in battle, near the city of Craig.

Then they really existed?
-No, I think it's a generic reconstruction...

Except for this one, which refers to
some of your ancestors, Ms Elizabeth.

It seems to be about a certain Robin,
who was alive during the 1500's.

.
An ancient tragedy.

There appears to be a connection with Elizabeth.

These ancient legends always frighten me.
-It's one of the many love stories of medieval times...

Where love could cost you your life.

Thank you, Ms Carol.
If love cost so much today...

...you'd find this story fascinating.
-I don't belive it.

I do, however.
-Go on, Ms Carol.

The most interesting part of the
story concerns the man's ghost...

Very good.
All we needed now was a ghost.

Shall I prepare your usual, hot milk with cognac?
-No, thank you Edward.

I'd prefer you to bring it at the last minute.
Just before I go to bed...

...because I've got a cold.
I want it to be nice and hot.

Very well, madam.
-Don't you feel well?

No, it's just a small cold.
-Precisely, I think you caught a cold in the dungeon.

So the story goes, the man's ghost
often returns to the castle...

...invoking the name of the woman he loved.

How do you know this woman
had the same name as me?

And why didn't my uncle tell
me of this strange legend?

Evidently, because he didn't
want to scare his little niece...

It seems logical.

But I had to tell you...

Because you might hear him calling
your name in the middle of the night...

...and I wouldnt want such
a triviality to upset you.

Are you trying to say the story is true,
and it's not just an old legend?

Every legend is based on some truth, but
it's not always easy to see the element.

This part of truth.
However, this part exists.

Have you understood, dear?

Ms Carol wanted to protect you.
-From ghosts, naturally, Mr Jack.

How strange...

I can feel something, but I don't know what.

I don't know...

It's as if Ms Carol is up to something.

Telling me that strange story.

What does she want?
-I don't know...

It's just an impression.
Perhaps I'm just tired.

For me, there's nothing to worry about.
It's just an old story about a castle.

Perhaps this is why my uncle
wanted to leave this place?

To leave the castle forever.

No, it's not possible...

A man like your uncle would never
have taken such a grave decision...

...over a story like that.

Don't think about it any more.
Let's go for a walk.

Yes, willingly.

I'll need to get used to...

...this atmosphere.

All of a sudden, I find myself in this place...

It's money for us.
-What was that?

Nothing, it was just the wind.

Your nerves are all over the place.

Yes, maybe.
But my nerves were fine until Ms Carol's story.

With her ghost.
-Don't pay any attention to her.

Just think of it as a fairy tale.

Isn't my presence enough?
-Yes, it's true...

I'm a fool.

It's exactly what we need.

I don't think it will work.

We need something better.
-That substance creates a mental confusion...

...between nightmares and reality.
We need her to be so confused...

...she doesn't know if she's
awake or in a living nightmare.

Don't ever question my orders.
Do exactly as I say and don't be afraid.

Okay, I won't doubt you.
-You'll see, my plan cannot fail.

Stefan.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Gerard...

Wake up.

What's wrong with you?
-I heard strange sounds outside.

Why don't you sleep instead
of thinking about ghosts?

You're the one who thinks about ghosts.

I heard sounds.
I really heard them.

I try to speak to her sometimes, but it's pointless...

Not even a dog would stay stuck in a room like that.

If you think it will make Jeanette happy,
I'll go and see her.

Shall I take them as well?
-Yes, it's always good to take them.

Don't tell anyone I've gone to see her.
-Yes, madam.

Good morning, Jack.
-Good morning, dear.

Would you like something to drink?
-No, thanks.

I'd like to know what happened to Mr Shinton?

Why should something have happened to him?

He told you he was leaving
because of his business...

...and he did.

What do you find so strange?
I don't see anything wrong.

He didn't have anything to do in the castle.

It all seems so complicated.

You weren't cut out to live in a castle.
-He didn't say goodbye.

He just left without saying goodbye.

You said he told you he was leaving.

Perhaps I've misunderstood?
In this case, I'm ready to apologise.

Okay.
-Ms Ball Janon?

That's me.

A telegram, mademoiselle.

Good day.
-Thank you.

It's from Shinton...

He says he left too early to
say goodbye, and he's sorry.

This isn't what I wanted from him.

At least you know he hasn't met a terrible fate.

You can't see a mystery in
every small thing that happens...

Otherwise, your life will be hell.
Sell up and let's not talk about it.

Okay, let's eat.
I'm hungry.

Please sit down.

The food is good here.
-Good enough.

And we can dance...

Would you like to dance?
-No.

I've eaten too much.

Are you still thinking about it?
-I'm still thinking about it...

It's still puzzling me.

Let's see...

Mr Shinton talked to you about some
documents regarding the castle...

Naturally, he couldn't send them in a telegram.

I used my own initiative.
-What a surprise.

First the wine, then tell me if you like it.
-I wouldn't want to get drunk.

This wine won't make you drunk,
It just gives you a good feeling...

Especially people in love.

You must try it right away.
-Just like that?

I'll bring the rest.
-Thank you.

What type of documents was
Mr Shinton talking about?

You see, it's not easy to imagine.

We need to find out what he wanted to
show you when he mentioned those documents.

Right.

He wanted to show me that
my uncle didn't want to sell.

This might suggest he has in his
possession a document which proves it.

As he promised to show me these documents...

I was expecting something
more than a telegram from him.

Okay, I understand.
Just give him time.

No, I can't wait.
I want to know.

It's my impatience.

Stefan.
-I heard you...

The old man's calculations were precise.
There's large concentration of uranium under the castle.

I've also localised the place.
-Have you made contact with those people?

Yes, they'll pay a lot more than we thought.
But we must hurry.

What do you mean?
Do you think they're watching us?

I don't think so, but we must be careful.
Of everyone, and everything.

But I want to do it.
-Good, then we'll proceed with our plan.

How do you feel?
-Much better.

Do you want Blanche to sleep with you?
-No, thank you.

I must control myself, Jack.

Do you want to stay?
I can sleep on the sofa.

No, it's really not necessary.
I want to test...

...my courage.

Goodnight, then.

Have you decided to stay here permanently?

No, definetely not.

It's too boring.

I'll never get used to it.

The lady is right...

I couldn't get used to it, either.

Especially at night.

It's as though I can feel the
presence of all the past centuries...

Like the atmosphere of a nightmare.

That's not all, you hear so many
stories about old castles like this.

You're right.

I might have a good buyer lined up.

Perhaps it's the same person who
approached me about buying the castle?

Really?
Let's see if it's the same person.

Mr?

Reno... Paul Reno.
He's a rich industrialist.

You have to admit there is something.

I just don't get it.

Listen, if I were you I wouldn't waste time.

You wouldn't waste time?

This is exactly where they want us.
On the ropes.

Who would be intersted in
whether she sells or not?

Or who inherited it?

From the moment we arrive...

It seems like everything has been geared
towards getting Elizabeth to sell the castle.

But...

This could be...

Your impression.

Deep down...

What has happened?

Nothing.
It's just...

...a woman in shock,
due to a series of strange events.

Which could be linked to this new
environment she finds herself in.

I don't see it any other way.

In conclusion, you must take her
away from here as soon as possible.

I agree, but don't forget,
she's not my wife yet.

Let's have a drink.
-Yes.

You're not going to bed, Mr Jack?

My father said, when you can't sleep...

The only remedy is to go for a walk.
-Sage advice, there's nothing better.

Pleasant stroll.
-Goodnight.

What's up with you?
Why don't you eat?

Come on, have some soup.
I don't understand what's wrong with this animal.

If I were your age.
-Hi Andrea, still up?

What do you expect, Mr Jack?
My work is never done.

I was watching this dog.
He's become very irritable lately...

He refuses to eat.

Right, I noticed it as well...

All he does is howl all the time.
-Especially at night...

He's always hanging around the cemetary.

If animals could talk, who knows
what nice things they'd tell us.

There he goes.
He'll go round the front and start howling again.

But...

When an animal does these
things there's always a reason.

Aren't you taking this a little too far?

Jack, I beg you.
Leave me be.

I could never live in a place like this.

You asked for me?

I asked for you because I'd like to speak
to Mr Reno about the sale of the castle.

Can you assist us?
-Certainly, I'll send Edward to get him.

He's usually at home at this hour.

Regardless, Edward will find him.

Good evening.
Madam?

Take the car and go over to Mr Reno.

Tell him the lady would like to speak to him.
Please come and see her.

On this occassion, before coming back...

Stop off in the village and collect the provisions.

I'm going to the village...

Excuse me, but I must send
a telegram to the newspaper.

I hope to be back in time to see Reno.

Fine.

In the meanwhile, keep him entertained.

Okay.
-Bye.

Will you drink a glass of wine with me?
-Yes, willingly.

No one ever turns down a glass of wine.

I haven't been to the village for some time.

When I was young.
When I was your age...

But now?

Regarding the dog...

Do you believe in ghosts?
-What? Ghosts?

Why should I believe such rubbish?

I swear I saw a ghost the other night.

It was all black.
It was running behind the hedge...

I saw it with my own eyes.
-No, Andrea...

Perhaps you drank too much wine?
-No...

I saw it.

But Jeanette?
Then you understand me.

I'm so happy.
Perhaps you can help me...

...to understand the mystery that
has consumed me since I arrived here?

I haven't been able to sleep...

...because I see terrible visions every night.

It's terrorising me.
Horrible people take me and torture me.

I can't get any peace.
I feel like I'm going insane.

I'm scared.
I'm scared to be alone...

It all started when Ms Carol told me a story.

A terrible story, full of ghosts.

Do you believe in ghosts, Jeanette?

Why is my life in danger?

Write it all down, I beg you.
I'll return tomorrow morning...

...so nobody suspects anything.
Thank you, Jeanette.

Make sure it's the good one.
-Don't worry, Andrea...

It's always the same.

How are you, Andrea?
I haven't seen you for a while.

I would come more often, believe me...

But the road is long and I'm too old.
-You're still a youngster.

Good morning, Mr Cordova.
Your usual table?

It doesn't matter, I only want a beer.

A beer for Mr Cordova.

Well?
Is it nice?

It's better than the last one.

Jose...

Tell me something...
-Yes.

That guy, Reno... Is that his name?
-That's right.

What do you know about him?

No one knows much about him.

We know he's a real gentleman...

He doesn't talk about himself.
He never gets close to anyone.

He's someone who keeps himself to himself.

I think he's a good man.

I can't think of anything else, for now.

Shall I take the provisions to the castle?

Yes, yes.
Run.

Didn't Edward collect the provisions?
-Edward?

I haven't seen him for over twenty days.

The last time I saw him
he was going to the doctor...

I haven't seen him since.

The doctor?
-Yes, didn't you know?

He had to see him urgently.
He cut his hand on a hook...

...and he couldnt stop the blood.
It was a bad wound.

Please send him my regards.
It should have healed by now...

I haven't heard anymore.

I don't understand that guy...

He could've mentioned it.
Instead, he kept it quiet.

Excuse me, Jose.
-Yes?

Could you give me the doctor's address?

It's at the end of the road, the last crossing.
You can't mistake it...

There's a sign.
-Thanks.

Will you come with me,
or do you want to stay here?

Seeing as I'm here, I'll stay.
Then, I'll go for a walk.

Okay, as you wish.

We must stop Jack tonight.
Take care of it.

Yes, okay...

Tonight.

I don't think it was so serious.

Otherwise, he would've come back.
It was a bad wound...

It was very deep.

Didn't he mention it to you?
-If it was such a deep wound...

His hand would've been bandaged.
-Yes, but that's not the important thing...

He should have come back
to take out the stitches.

But I haven't seen him since.
He must have seen someone else.

Excuse me doctor, could a wound that
serious have had more serious consequences?

If it's not treated properly it
can lead to a nasty infection.

However, his hand should've been bandaged.

Thank you, doctor.
-You're welcome.

Thanks for your help.
-It's nothing.

Hands up, and don't move.

There's someone who wants to
talk to you with some urgency.

Don't try anything and I assure
you nothing will happen to you.

Good evening, Mr Seaton.
-Good evening, Mr Reno.

How are you?
-I'm sorry to disturb you like this...

...but Ms Elizabeth can't see you now.

She asks you to postpone the
appointment and accept her apologies.

With pleasure.
-It's nothing serious, just a strong migraine.

For the rest, the question of the
sale can be discussed tomorrow...

I hope you you're not against it?

I was told the owner wanted to see me.

Yes, I understand.
-Send her my regards.

Please get in contact with me as soon as she's better.

Agreed?
-With pleasure, Mr Reno.

Of course.
-For now, all I can do is hope Elizabeth gets well soon.

Thank you, Mr Reno.
-Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hi, Black.
What are you doing here?

Tell me everything.
Show me where your owner is.

Come on, show me where he is...

Where's your owner?
Find him, Black.

Your owner is nearby, right?
Show me where he is.

Where's your owner, Black?

Here?
Is he in here?

Let's go, Black.
Let's go.

Go on.

Where's your owner, Black?

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Congratulations, Mr Seaton.

Claudine.

What are you doing here?

The same thing as you, Mr Seaton.
Only, I'm here on official business...

I'm with the Nacional Centre (Police).
We're looking for a Stefan Barkos.

Stefan Barkos?
-He's a dangerous criminal...

Go upstairs, Jack.
It's for the best.

I'll be with you as soon as I find
certain documents which should be here.

Very well.
-By the way, Jack...

Professor Shinton, who was working with
Sir Ball Janon on uranium research...

...was found dead in the river.

I thought as much.

Good evening, Mr Seaton.

Good evening, Edward.

How is your hand?

It's fine, sir.
Why?

You cut it on a hook twenty days ago.

No, sir.
You're mistaken.

You never injured yourself
because you aren't Edward.

You should never have got involved.
-Shoot, if you want everyone to come here.

That man is Stefan Barkos, Mr Seaton.
I found the documents I was looking for.

I'm glad...

...but I want to know who Stefan Barkos was.

Stefan.

Ms Claudine.

Who invited you?
-Someone who's going to be inviting you soon.

Ms Carol.

You can let go of him.

It's the fourth time he's changed his name...

It was all going well, but this time he
made the mistake of changing his face.

Something he could only do
with the complicity of Ms Carol.

We knew Sir Ball Janon had discovered
uranium in the foundations of the castle...

As soon as we heard of his premaure death,
we knew the two events had to be linked.

No...

Stefan.
No...

Stefan.

Take off his mask, Jack.

Reno.

No.

No...

Stefan.

What should we do now, my love?

I can't live in the castle by myself.

You won't have to live here alone.
There will be two of us.

Subtitled by Merlin for Cinemageddon
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January 2009