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Sex of the Witch

Soon it will all be over, I see shadows losing their colour.

That lose themselves.

Shadows taking on human forms.

My nieces and nephews, like a dream I see their signs.

I hear them around me, assisting in my fate.

I can't see them anymore, but I know their sullen faces well...

Vague and distant. I can't believe their faces are alive...

They will never understand death, maybe only you alone.

This death I jealously possess, my face is drawn into it...

I die content. I feel a cold chill and my body is numb...

It's a sweet feeling that brings me joy. It takes me away...

...from the horrendous glare of my daughter Evelyn.

She's spent her miserable life cultivating greed and jealousy.

I leave jealous, I take with me the reputation of our name...

...Hilton.

I have the impression it's me; I lay dying, yet I'm far from death.

We descended into dark caverns, looking for the secrets of life.

They are the cadavers. They are grey lifeless ghosts...

The new generation without any cares. With false youth...

...and the empty expressions of people without a destiny,

People who have had their past robbed from them,

I only loved myself, and rightly so. It wasn't narcissism...

...It was my will, a testimony of truth!

It is all ending; What was alive, impenetrable from suffering...

...from regret. It's not only me who is dying...

I am illuminated with certainty; Soon, the Hilton's will perish...

The shame upon our great name!

More.

I'm dying.

Let us pray.

Amen.

Only now can I express my pain, It's a great loss for us all.

For me too, Susan, believe me. -Thanks, I know you were close.

Take care of it.

Susan, we're going into the village, are you coming?

No thanks, Edward.

What a mess! What gets me is the pastor...

I'd never have thought it. You judge people, and then..

It's incredible. With someone like Simon Voskin?

I think it's shameful. -So what?

You can see he's found his type. He has a thing for homosexuals.

A bit like our dead uncle. -I'm sure he's been included.

Maybe not. -You can bet on it.

How could he? -What if he has?

It would be shameful. -Lucy, shut up.

It's all speculation.

Good morning aunt Evelyn. -Ciao, Ingrid.

I couldn't come earlier, uncle Thomas has died.

I heard.

Now, only you and I know the Hilton secret.

Don't pull Twinky, be good!

If I'm not mistaken, the only people missing are Ingrid...

Here's Mr. Voskin.

Simon Voskin.

I'm sorry to insist but it's necessary you're all present.

Ingrid will be here soon, my sister's usually on time.

We'll wait.

Sorry.

You may begin.

It is my duty to read the following:

My will, comprising of the properties in Worcestershire,

...must remain intact.

The heirs, including my secretary, Simon Voskin,

...will benefit from the estate in equal measure.

Dispensation of profits will be administered by Mr. Thompson,

...who'll be able to substitute himself when he retires.

He is entrusted with distributing the funds annually, on the day of my death...

I ask that all the heirs share in the estate once they reach thirty.

If one of the heirs dies, their shares, and benefits...

...will be distributed evenly, amongst the surviving members.

Jonny will be the first.

He'll be thirty in exactly one month and five days.

Then it's tonight, agreed?

Imagine if Mr. Thomas found us now!

But he can't! -Stop talking rubbish.

You push me to my limit and I hadn't even got going.

We'll be good friends.

You like her? Ingrid gave her to me.

Hey, Twinky.

Beautiful. -Nice gift.

I had a dog like this before, how different things were...

They were great times, and still my fondest memories.

If it wasn't for aunt Evelyn, it would've been for me too.

When I try to think back, all I see are ghosts.

It's best to just forget it. -Easy for you...

...but for a Hilton, it's impossible.

For a Hilton, looking back is like looking forward,

Ghosts are everywhere, I don't know why but I feel them.

So did your uncle. He told me something before he died...

Something horrible? -Well, yes...

He said someone would destroy the family after his death.

Did he say who? -Yes, your aunt.

Evelyn? -Right.

Seems like there's a secret between her and Ingrid.

Knowing the bond she has with her aunt, it's not unlikely.

The strangest part was your uncle describing a wound you have,

He said your aunt did it when you were young?

No, that's a lie. Ingrid did it while playing.

I guess I got it wrong.

Ingrid did it while playing.

That's disgraceful...

No trace of the weapon. -I don't expect to find it.

The first blow was to the back of the head,

He may've been drunk but it's possible he saw his killer.

He was hit by something metal...

like a medieval weapon.

He was caught by surprise, so he had no chance to defend himself.

People here say they've never seen any weapons like that.

A horrible death.

Judging by his position he was up against the wall...

...then fell on the floor. No one heard a thing inside.

Look.

These two nails from Java, find out who brought them.

I'm sure I'll find the weapon.

The commissioner brings me along because I always find it!

That clause in the will is an excellent motive...

...but which one of you is the killer?

The guilty party now has the ability to hide themselves...

...but let's be clear, I won't leave until I find catch them

You say you were with him?

Gloria was with me all night, it's the truth.

I've no reason to lie to you.

Commissioner, like Tony said, I was with him till six.

Fine.

Excuse me?

I have to see my doctor. It's been three days...

...and I must go in for tests, If you'll allow me?

Okay, but make sure you can be contacted.

How am I going to find the weapon in this labyrinth?

Do you ever speak? Making me talk to myself!

You know I always liked you and I never asked about your strange habits,

You know my affection for the Hiltons is for all of you.

Perhaps it's a little excessive. -I'm not ashamed of what I've done,

I've never hidden it, and I've never listened to your parents moral values!

What can you say about me? You know me, Simon...

But you wouldn't last an instant if you knew the truth that I possess.

It's a trick, someone here knows I'm getting closer.

When did you find the letter? -Yesterday, in the library.

I was in the library yesterday and the letter wasn't there.

Did you see his face?

We mustn't be fooled by apparitions...

It may initially look like the crime was committed by an idiot...

But a large inheritance is too great a motive...

The killer is very astute, far smarter than we think...

But the inheritance is not the motive! I mean, it's not the only one...

I think the crime was committed for other reasons I'm sure I will discover.

I'm happy to collaborate but I can't stand all this speculation.

I understand, and I'd like to be certain, Thompson...

Unfortunately, after the way this has panned out, I have no doubts...

If it had been a stranger, we'd be unsure of why they did it.

They'd have killed them in here, but why risk so much?

Please find the killer, otherwise this will be left hanging over us...

I don't want that to happen or watch the killer to get away.

It's strange you still haven't found the murder weapon?

We'll find it, don't worry. We're searching everywhere.

I'm sorry but I'm busy. -I understand.

Your car? -Yes.

Please stay close, you know I haven't made much progress,

So the hypothesis still remains, any one of you could be the killer.

Thanks for including me, either way, I'm at your disposition.

Ready to collaborate and tell you everything I know.

I think you're looking in the wrong place.

Perhaps.

About that strange letter, who do you think sent it?

Why so late?

Like all the other times?

I don't know if it's to your liking? Unfortunately, we've no other choice.

Sir Thomas had strange tastes,

He loved classical music, and it was reflected in his character,

If you've nothing to say, Commissioner, it's pointless keeping us here.

Where are you taking this? If you think it's someone here, tell us.

Just don't keep us on edge. -He's right, you can't do this.

If you've got nothing concrete, no clues, no evidence, then...

Then, what? This is murder...

I can't have sympathy for any of you, whether I like you or not.

My duty is to catch the killer, I'm not keeping you here out of spite.

I have a strong feeling the killer is in this room,

Here, amongst you.

I felt her knee move mine, and I found a way to remove her light clothing,

I ran my hands over her body, I took her with tender violence...

For I moment I noticed she wanted it too,

Renata looked at me with intense, frightened eyes,

Her mouth partly open, breathing lightly,

She did nothing to escape my tight grip,

She looked at me, scared, but I didn't give her time to think,

I tore off her clothes and in an instant I was kissing her...

I squeezed her tight, frantically feeling her bosom,

My fingers touched her gently in search of her sex.

If you read our entire family history you'd arrest us all!

Don't look at me like that, It's not difficult...

...to find a distant relative who fell afoul of the law...

...or upset the moral standing of the local community.

Eric Hilton, pirate and rapist extraordinaire...

...killed his wife as she slept, with two Javanese nails.

Lord Conan Hilton, you should read aunt Evelyn's essay on him...

He was neither pirate or rapist, he was a another type of criminal...

He discovered a way of altering the equilibrium of human cells...

Human cells, within our genes.

He could completely transform.

Very interesting, I'll read it.

Lord Conan Hilton was an extraordinary person...

...mutating cells like that.

It's been a long day, I should get some rest.

Don't forget, lock yourself in. You never know.

Excuse me?

Yes?

Why do you only make sculptures in erotic positions?

It's what I know best.

Be quiet, Twinky.

We must make a decision. -Be quiet, please.

We must do it. -Edward, don't speak...

...It's not prudent.

You're my love.

Jealous!

The murder was just a smokescreen...

Don't resist, I won't kill you...

but you must keep quiet!

Who are you?

The rings are missing?

Who took them? -I don't know, the Commissioner?

Good morning.

Sleep well?

I had a terrible nightmare, I thought I was going mad...

Someone was chasing me in the basement of the villa...

I tried to escape, but he kept hitting me around the head.

Well then, care to tell me what you were just talking about?

That's what I was looking for. A little patience...

...and even nightmares become a reality, right?

You must trust me, Anna.

You know your well-being is close to my heart.

I want you to be happy...

but above all, I don't want you making irreparable mistakes.

I'm your brother, and I'm the only one left you can rely on.

Still Jonny?

You keep thinking about Jonny, but he was never right for you...

Yes, he died a horrible death, but, deep down, he deserved it.

Markie.

Stay here and don't leave. -Yes, Commissioner.

It's a crime that makes me feel indifferent.

Nat confessed he'd wanted to kill him before...

He couldn't stand the idea of anyone else being with Anne.

He had a morbid jealousy of his sister.

I've never had any sympathy for Jonny or Nat...

...they always annoyed me.

See, he came in this way. -Through the service door.

Nat's strange, out of all of us, I don't remember him as a child.

These are tough accusations...

...but the Hilton's have always triumphed with dignity.

I'll try to help him, I hope he doesn't go to prison.

He'll need a good lawyer. -A Hilton? Look at Anne...

the most level-headed one, suddenly falls without dignity,

Not to mention Lucy, I've never understood her...

Telling the Commissioner about her strange dreams.

It's nonsense! She never had any character...

Her only saving grace was discovering Nat was the killer...

Though she was closer to him than us.

I never expected it from her.

It's not the same thing.

There's a big difference between the old guy and these young ones.

Their crimes don't bear the hallmarks of real Hilton's...

But it is shaped by their attitudes to crime.

The commissioner's left thinking everything's resolved...

But he's wrong.

I am certain what is meant to happen now will happen.

All my life I've followed evil...

Attracted to and fascinated by all that is perverse...

Hilton blood runs deep in my veins. Cold and black, it flows...

...boiling in horrific torment.

I am a chalice that rests between evil and light.

My hatred of the Hilton's is immeasurable...

My greatest joy was getting that worm out of my life...

It was like squeezing a skeleton!

You're my creature, I will instil in you all of my decadence and evil.

This isn't some horrifying, evil game you can start over...

You are just a being without will or soul...

In whom I have driven out any sense of evil and hate...

...and who will carry out my most macabre desires.

Perfect.

A cognac, please.

How much? -300.

It's all about to end: What was alive in my memories...

Impenetrable from suffering, from remorse...

But it's not just me who's dying: I see an illuminated way ahead...

The Hiltons: Nothing will last but the shame on this great name.

You ask too much, now you must die.

If you want to live, don't scream.

Don't try to escape.

You'll only find pleasure, even if it's so intense you'll want to die!

Stop that.

I said be quiet.

Twinky, where are you going?

Don't be scared, Susan.

Who are you? -Don't make me hurt you.

Twinky didn't bark because he recognised me...

I gave him to you, remember?

You?

Ingrid, open up!

What's wrong? -Ingrid.

I know who you are, you can't hurt anyone now, killer!

Over here.

Ingrid.

Ingrid.

Come this way. -Ingrid.

Don't shoot.

Ingrid.

Why?

Take me away, I beg you.

Let's go, Susan.