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Is it a boy?

I'm sorry, Baron.

Your wife.

Answer my question, will you?

Is it a boy?

No. It's a little girl.

What is it, Baron?

Aren't you feeling well?

Hans!

Is it a girl?

Accompany Greta to the shelter. No use exposing yourselves to more danger.

What about you, General?

It's an order. I said go downstairs.

But, Madame... The dead are out of danger, Greta.

And your daughter?

Tristan, your camellia from Rumberg.

And even father, son.

The Holy Ghost on him.

What?

And your family has lived under a terrible curse.

Yes.

It seems some sort of curse has plagued my ancestors for many centuries.

But I don't want it to be the subject of scandalous articles.

It depends on the manner in which the articles are written.

Would you allow me to take some pictures of your beautiful castle?

It's out of the question.

But I... Don't insist. Please, I can't allow it.

You think we'll get there before nightfall?

I hope so.

Watch what you're doing, you crazy fool. You've got a peculiar way of handling a

car. Well, it's not my fault.

Don't blame me for every obstacle.

You see that? Looks to me as if the road's blocked.

Blocked? What for?

Sick.

There's somebody in the field.

Why don't you ask him where we are, at least?

Excuse me, sir. Yes?

How do we get to Holenstadt?

Take the ferry boat. It's another 50 miles.

But it never runs after sundown. I'm afraid you'll get there too late.

Is there a hotel around here?

You might ask at the castle.

The Baron sometimes agrees to take paying guests.

Is it far?

It's in the opposite direction.

Drive back through the village, and it's on your left.

Thanks.

Where did you find her?

On the Von Rundberg Castle grounds.

You think she was murdered?

No, a heart attack, I think.

Looks like she saw something that terrified her.

Yes, people do die from fear.

Fear?

And that, Doctor, what's that?

It's the mark of the devil.

The succubus has come back to the castle.

The door is opening by itself, Mr. Foster.

Paul, what was that?

It's nothing but a piece of the facade that fell off.

It's quite beautiful.

Yes, it's beautiful.

But it could have killed me.

It's an ordinary toad.

Howard?

Yes, darling? Will you help me with the baggage, please? Certainly.

Excuse me.

Get inside. It's going to rain.

Why, is there anyone in the castle?

How should we know? It's your job to find out.

Well, Mr. Ducat, where are you taking us now?

Why, uh, follow me.

That rain outside, the castle's even

spookier than ever.

Is there anyone up there?

Don't be frightened, please.

The castle is full of drafts.

We were told that you might be able to give us shelter for the night.

By all means.

I prepared everything after the telephone call.

Telephone call?

Who telephoned?

I don't know, sir.

It was a female voice. She said there were seven tourists.

She even gave me your names.

Would you please follow me? I will show you to your rooms now.

This is your home, Father.

Sorry, I'm not yet a priest.

I'm studying theology at the seminary.

Oh, please, don't put your suitcase there.

Why not?

Look at that mark in front of the fireplace.

It dates back to the 8th of December, 1575, the day that Erika von Romberg

plunged a knife into a monk who was exorcising her.

Erica disappeared, leaving this mark of the devil.

Exorcising her?

What for?

On account of the family curse.

Baron von Romberg will explain it, maybe, if he thinks it necessary.

I must go now.

Mr. and Mrs. Foster, this is your room.

What on earth is that?

Sometimes pigeons fall down the castle chimneys. It's really nothing unusual.

Maybe not.

Do admit that finding a wounded bird in your room is a strange welcome.

But this room has other qualities.

In 1436, it was here that Prince and Princess von Hart had their throats cut

while they were sleeping.

Their throats cut?

Yes, madame.

But that was in 1436.

Will you excuse me?

He's mad.

This is your home, Mr. Bukhar.

And this is yours, Mr. Mason.

I can't stand stuffy rooms.

Don't you ever hear it out?

It's impossible, sir.

Why is it impossible?

The window is sealed shut.

Sealed shut?

Yes, sir.

After the accident that inexplicably cost the life of Ulrich von Rundberg in

1738.

That's enough of your gruesome stories. Get out! Scoot!

I'll never be able to sleep all alone in this castle.

Shall we share a room?

I have just the room for you.

I showed them all to their rooms, Baron.

Fine. Serve dinner at 8 o'clock.

If I don't help you, we'll be too late for dinner.

Give me another minute.

I'm exhausted.

Here, I'll undo it for you.

Let me help you, or you'll be there forever.

If I don't help you, we'll be too late for dinner.

You've got such lovely skin.

I know your tastes, Howard.

You haven't taken your eyes off of her since we started out.

Enough of that, Nancy.

That girl doesn't mean a thing to me. You understand you can stop being

jealous The

minute we got here you couldn't wait to flirt with her

My money is all that interests you.

That was the only reason you proposed to me, wasn't it?

I've a good mind to divorce you.

Come now, darling.

How could I ever live without you?

Sometimes, Howard, I wonder.

One of my ancestors.

It was really built in stages.

Foundations were begun in the 11th century, and the towers were added

later.

I suppose you've done a lot of modernizing inside.

Oh, yes. All the electricity and plumbing were renewed about 20 years

ago. I see you collect weapons.

Not only do I collect them, but every morning I practice with Hans.

He was my adjutant during the war.

Oh, speaking of Hans, why does he persist in frightening all your

houseguests?

Do excuse me.

They're all nothing in this castle.

Won't you come in, please?

Baron from Rumberg.

Max Dukas.

Would you like a glass of port?

I'd love some.

You mind if I tell you something?

In the 12 years that I've been guiding tourists, it's the first time I've had a

seminarist. While we're exchanging confidences, it's the first time that

I've ever been on a guided tour.

Very poorly guided, too.

I'm sorry.

You've had bad luck. Usually, everything works perfectly.

But this castle isn't so bad after all. That's just your point of view.

The window in my room has been sealed.

The butler has a face that'd give you a nightmare.

And the baron is somewhat eccentric.

I hope that you ladies are comfortably settled.

Yes, but I must say, your castle's somewhat on the frightening side.

Ancient castles are always a bit austere, my dear.

Monsieur le Baron, dinner is served.

Shall we step into the dining room?

I used to read a lot about these old castles.

I found them very interesting.

I studied archaeology.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think we should begin eating.

Excuse me, Baron.

Won't you tell us about your family curse? We've heard so much about it.

If you insist.

But I don't want to spoil your appetites.

Don't you worry about mine.

When I'm hungry, I'd even eat with the devil.

I was just about to refer to him.

In the 12th century, my ancestor, Siegfried von Rumberg...

is said to have signed a pact with the devil.

You mean your ancestor sold his soul to the devil?

In exchange for his services. Besides Siegfried's soul, Satan demanded that

the eldest daughter of each generation of our family be in his service.

That she become a succubus.

What is a succubus? Oh, a kind of vampire, I think.

You're mistaken, Mr. Mason.

They give the name of succubus to demons that adopt feminine appearance in order

to seduce man and lead him to perdition.

It's not at all necessary to be a succubus. Everyone knows women do that

quite naturally.

Personally, I... I don't believe in things like that. Ha!

Me neither.

Do you deny the existence of the devil? I don't believe in vampires or

succubuses. I'm an atheist. Thank God for that.

But unfortunately, events have given credence to the idea that the girls of

our family were all succubuses.

All my ancestors were victims of violent death.

Do you have a daughter, Baron?

You again.

What are you doing here?

Why do you ask?

You're not pleased that I've come to visit you?

You promised me you'd never set foot again on the Von Wohlberg estate.

The roads are all blocked.

I can't be left outside in weather like this.

You forget that today is the anniversary of the... I'm

very sorry, Mademoiselle.

We were forced to take in a group of tourists. All the rooms in the castle

are occupied.

There is one room left, Martha.

Come inside, Mademoiselle.

The battle knows the rules of hospitality.

Whom may I announce?

My name is Lisa Miller.

May I use the phone?

Certainly. The telephone is right there.

I believe that the telephone isn't working.

It worked all right a while ago.

I don't get a dial tone.

It must be the storm.

No doubt.

They'll probably fix it shortly.

Would you please come with me, miss? I shall show you to your home.

Welcome to the castle.

Won't you please have a seat?

I'd love to visit your laboratory.

Visit my laboratory? I don't mind.

But you'll be disappointed.

Alchemy isn't very spectacular.

Another few mortars.

But that's enough to transform lead to pure gold.

Well, to try to, anyway.

Do you have a hobby, too?

Yes, I collect men.

Even men who are married?

What do you think of fidelity, Mr. Foster?

I think it's overrated.

What about you, Mr. Sorrell? Have you anything to say on that subject?

Make no mistake, fidelity to God's never easy.

Your servant doesn't appear to appreciate our presence.

You must forgive him, Arthur. She's a wonderful woman.

My brother appreciated her very much.

You had a brother?

Yes, an elder brother, Rudolf.

He was burned alive in his tank at Stalingrad.

Don't let that upset you.

The generator often cuts off when there's lightning.

Hans, light up some more candles, then serve the coffee in the drawing room.

Well, what's the matter with you? And how's that coffee coming along?

We have heard that tune every time the succubus appears.

For heaven's sake, can't you talk about something else besides succubuses?

Matter of fact, today is the anniversary of the pact.

Enough, Hans.

Please change the subject.

You've too much imagination.

Would the Baron please tell me who is playing the harmonium? It is none of

your concern.

Serve the liqueur instead of chattering on.

Check.

And mate.

Why, that's impossible.

You're very lucky, Mr.

Sorrel. No, no, I just play extremely well.

Your only mistake was in not being wary of my queen.

Who would be wary of a lady offered by a young seminarist?

I must say good night.

Oh, good night, Baron.

I beg you to excuse me.

I hope you all have an excellent night.

Hans will remain at your disposal if there's anything that you need.

Haven't you forgotten your promise?

My promise?

Oh, yes.

Come along, Emmett. I assure you that my laboratory is nothing extraordinary.

Couldn't we possibly meet a little later, Corrine?

If only for a couple of minutes.

Only for a few minutes?

No, naturally not.

Well, where and when?

Behind the staircase to the attic, at midnight.

I have to go out to the bus. Did anyone forget anything?

Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I forgot my paper.

I'll bring it to you.

Good night.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Check and mate.

No, madame. The making of gold is not the principal goal of a great alchemist.

But haven't you already converted some lead into gold?

My main pleasure has been in searching for philosophical truths.

I'm sorry it's late. It's time to take your bag.

You needn't bother.

I can find the way all by myself.

Take this candlestick.

You might lose your way.

Some pretty strange things are happening in the castle.

I was going to get myself a snack, but I couldn't manage to open the door.

Let's go to the drawing room.

Three games and three victories.

You really are a good player.

I've won chess games against opponents who are much tougher than Mr. Mason.

Have you got my paper?

It's impossible to get out of the castle. The key's in the door, but I

don't seem to be able to open it. Oh, what did I ever do to deserve getting

involved with such an imbecile?

All right, let's go.

I'll open the door for you. You'll see.

Let's go. Are you coming with us, Mr. Foster?

All right, hold this, will you?

Hold it where I can see.

Well, if you help me a little, instead of looking at me like that... It's

impossible to open it.

Not normal.

Not normal, not normal.

The humidity has just caused the wood to expand.

Did you hear that? It's Regine.

Give me that candlestick!

What's the matter?

What have you done to yourself?

There's no reason to panic.

There must be some explanation.

Like the front door.

I'm going up to see what's the matter.

Who will go with me?

Calm yourself.

Who could have tortured such a defenseless creature?

Poor thing.

And that, you think that's normal?

After all, you're the one who brought us here.

Look at that over there.

It's a sarcophagus.

Yeah.

And that is a guillotine.

Have you seen many addicts like this one?

Oh, anyway, I'm not gonna let it keep me from sleeping.

Well, good night.

Are you staying here?

Yes, sir.

I must finish tidying up.

I wish you a good night, sir.

Good night, Hans.

Come in.

It was nothing.

It was a wounded cat that crept into the attic.

Thank you. Don't mention it.

Just the same when you lock the door.

You can't be too cautious.

Good night.

Did you lock the door, Howard?

Yes, my dear.

This is a very weird castle. Very weird indeed.

In my opinion, the weirdest of all is Baron von Romberg's claiming to make

gold.

Thank you.

Sleep. I'm just going to shut the window.

I'm not disturbing you?

I can't seem to get to sleep.

It must be the storm.

What are you reading?

A book about the Von Rundberg curse.

Listen to this.

Succubuses manifest themselves principally at night.

They use all their lascivious charms to seduce hermits... by the vision of their

shameless nudity.

Do you think I'm lascivious?

Shameless?

What if I got completely undressed in front of you?

Do you think that I could be a succubus?

Lisa!

If you could see your face.

It's just too funny.

It's nice to hear the sound of laughter.

So rare in this castle.

Well, what a banquet.

Just for us two.

Won't you sit down?

Doesn't it look appetizing?

Would you like some wine I'd love some

Aren't you coming with me?

You want me to go and look for an imaginary treasure?

I saw gold in his laboratory.

He must have a fortune hidden there.

If that's true, Nancy, if the gold does exist, it doesn't belong to you.

Howard.

Would you care for a last glass of wine?

It's always the best.

The devil affixed his mark on all those who made a pact with him.

There exists another explanation that says that God had forced the devil to

mark his creatures with this sign to permit all just souls to know each

other.

Are you looking for the treasure?

Are you too?

Uh-huh.

There's enough for both of us.

Come, follow me.

I'm positive that the... Barrett is hiding his gold in this cellar.

You like the way I kiss? Yes, I love your mouth. Do you love me?

Let's go somewhere else.

Powered.

Someone's trying to make a fool of me here.

Are you the one who's making that noise? I saw you. You won't get away from me.

I saw you.

You won't get away.

Tell me, how is it that you're always in the drawing room at this hour?

It's very late.

I must have dozed off.

I think I'll go to bed now.

Am I to assume my company doesn't please you?

Nonsense.

Why are you so nervous, Alvin?

I'm not used to being with someone so beautiful.

Do you really think I'm beautiful?

Do you have a cigarette?

And you?

I never smoke

No use running away, Albin.

You will die like the others.

The others?

Yes. I killed them all.

I killed them in a state of mortal sin.

They will be damned to victims of depravity.

Why did they have to die?

I'm a succubus.

Lisa, I will deal with him.

Go.

Why do you run away?

I don't want to harm you.

I'm not afraid of you. You haven't any power over man.

Well, come then.

Why don't you come out of the church?

Why don't you come into the church?

You speak defiantly because your body is protected.

But admit your thoughts are troubled.

You desired Lisa.

The night...

This will be long, Albin.

I will spend it in prayer and seek repentance.

For the moment, I will be satisfied with your companions, but later I will come

back to possess you.

Wait! May I propose a bargain?

A bargain?

Liberate the poor souls whom you've put to death, and I accept damnation.

What arrogance.

Why should I trade souls I have now for one that I shall have presently?

But think of all the souls I'll save if I become a priest.

You don't possess me yet.

Instead of winning souls who are of no use to you, wouldn't you rather have

earthly riches and love?

No.

All I want is to regain the souls of my companions.

You will have no remorse?

You will follow me blindly?

Sign, and those six souls shall be freed.

I'll be right with you.

After that story of the succubus, I had the worst nightmare of my life.

Would you tell me about it?

I wouldn't call the Baron a champion.

And his adjutant looks like a real butcher.

Baron's been wounded!

I would like... I would like to unburden my conscience.

Please don't tie yourself, Baron.

The ambulance is coming.

I don't hear you well.

Yesterday... I was lying.

I did have a daughter.

Killed your daughter?

The eldest... Daughter of the von Rundbergs.

A family curse.

How is he now?

Not well, Martha.

We can only pray.

It's because of Lisa that the accident happened.

It was all her doing.

You're quite mistaken, Martha.

Lisa's not to blame.

But you don't know the truth.

Lisa is a succubus. There's no such thing as a succubus.

Anyway, Lisa's not von Rundberg.

Lisa is my daughter, monsieur.

Her father was Rudolf von Rundberg.

Only he passed away without ever knowing that I was pregnant.

And I never had the courage to speak to the Baron.

He would have killed her.

If we don't hurry up, we're never going to reach Heldenberg.

Did anybody see Mr. Sorrel?

He's at the Baron's bedside. I'm sorry about the Baron, but we can't stay here

forever.

My mother told you about me.

So now you know everything.

Do you believe I could be a succubus?

Without knowing it?

It's dreadful to live in uncertainty.

No, Lisa.

Succubuses are only legends.

But do you really know?

No. You say that to give me reassurance.

Not at all.

Will I ever see you again?

I can't leave a dying man.

Continue the tour without me.

I'll get back one way or another.

All right, well, good luck.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Shall we go up to the balcony and wave goodbye to them for the last time?

Thank you.