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755 Express for Bradley will be leaving in five minutes from platform three.

755 Express for Bradley.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Pardon me. I think there is room for one boy in here, is there not?

Yes, right here.

I'm so sorry. No, that's all right. Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey,

that's a funny-looking deck, man.

How do you play poker with these?

They're tarot cards.

You are familiar with the tarot?

I wouldn't say that, but I've seen the cards before.

Dr. Shrek.

Doctor of metaphysics?

The science which investigates the first principles of nature and thought.

And nonsense.

Schreck is a German word, isn't it? It means fright, fear, something like that.

The more exact translation would be terror.

An unfortunate misnomer, for I am the mildest of men.

However, I sometimes foretell things that are frightening.

With these?

They are the key, yes.

The key?

The key to what?

Ancient wisdom.

The tarot deck is a picture book of life, an answer to the deepest questions

of philosophy and history, and sometimes a means of prediction.

Like fortune-telling?

A vicar.

What kind?

There is within each of us a twin destiny, the natural and the

supernatural. The cards are attracted to the supernatural part of that destiny as

one pole of a magnet attracts an opposite pole.

Supernatural part?

The strange, the weird, the unknown, the terrifying, the mysterious.

At one time or another during our lives, we may, any one of us, encounter it.

This deck can forewarn us.

I call it my house of horrors.

How does it work?

The person whose fortune is to be told touches the cards three times.

Then they are shuffled and dealt.

The first four cards predict his destiny, the fifth gives him the

knowledge to change it, if change is possible.

Really, do we have to suffer all this nonsense?

There's no harm in it.

Astrologers, spiritualists, table wrappers. The entire lunatic fringe.

They've been exposed for the charlatans they are over and over again.

I don't know. I don't know. A gypsy once told me that I was going to get an

unexpected gift.

And that very day, I walked under a pigeon.

The tarot deck is a serious matter.

The cards predict the truth.

The supernatural truth.

Always. Anybody who believes that will believe anything.

Perhaps you would like to learn your future.

Just perhaps a call?

I must warn you, gentlemen, this is undoubtedly a well-rehearsed prelude to

some shabby form of confidence trick.

You can fool all these others as much as you please, Doctor, but kindly leave me

out of it.

Well, how about me?

Come on, I'm game.

You are not afraid.

Oh, it's going to happen to me anyway. What's there to be afraid of?

Three cards, three times.

I do not manipulate them.

Use my hands to manipulate themselves and to present your destiny.

So, chariot.

The High Priestess.

The Moon.

The Enchantress.

Fine.

Yes.

Yes, you do that.

I will.

Goodbye.

Oh, how they talk.

Are you busy?

Working on the Watterson project.

There's no rush for that.

This letter came this morning from that Biddulph woman you sold your house to.

She wants to make some major structural alterations and seems to think that you

are the only architect to deal with it.

Doesn't say what alterations they are.

Does it matter?

A lonely widow, rich, beautiful.

You know, I'd be glad to spend a few days on that island with her myself.

Thank you, sir.

Hey!

Why, if it's no Mr.

Jimmy! Caleb!

How good to see you. I didn't expect you back, sir.

Well, Mrs. Bedolph wrote and asked me if I'd give her some advice about altering

the house.

Is there anyone at home, do you know?

Granddaughter, Valda.

Valda, as the master said.

Upstairs, grandfather.

Come in.

You were about this high the last time I saw you.

Wonderful, I'd no idea you'd be here so soon. Well, I was free, and naturally, I

was interested in the house. I'm very grateful to you, by the way, for calling

our father the job.

Oh, Father, will you prepare the guest room for Mr. Dawson, please?

Come in here.

Doesn't seem to have changed very much.

What exactly did you want done?

Oh, what I want principally is to have Walnut down to make one large room.

You know, like a ballroom.

Well, that shouldn't be any problem, should it? No.

No, I don't think so.

But it's an old house. I'd want to examine it very carefully before I make

up my mind.

Well, I thought you'd know it better than anyone else.

Yes, I should.

My family lived here for centuries before I had to sell it.

But still, I think I'd better...

Look at the foundations and the walls and everything very carefully before we

decide to make any radical changes.

Well, I had to go down to the village for an hour or so.

If there's anything you want, just ask Caleb or Valda.

May I ask you a personal question?

If it's not too personal.

Why does a beautiful woman like yourself want to bury herself in the Hebrides?

My husband was a very wonderful man.

It took me a long time to get over his death.

In fact, after the funeral, I had a sort of breakdown.

The doctors decided that I needed complete rest and quiet.

So I came here.

And now you've decided you want to rejoin the human race, eh?

Why do you say that?

Well, you're having this room made into a ballroom.

That's not for entertaining.

You see, my husband was an archaeologist.

He had a large collection of very valuable specimens from all over the

world.

I intend to turn this into a sort of museum to his memory.

It's a beautiful house.

And you're welcome to visit us anytime.

Thank you.

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

Valna!

Valna!

Yes, sir?

Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where the key to the cellar is?

No, sir, I don't.

Well, would you be good enough to ask your grandfather if he knows?

Yes, sir.

The clock's been oiled recently.

That's strange.

How didn't they do it?

Here's the torch, will you?

Thank you.

Caleb, do you know what this is?

Must be the coffin of Cosmo Valdemar.

The werewolf.

Over 200 years ago, Cosmo Valdemar claimed that this house was really his.

And that my ancestors had stolen it from him.

And he vowed that one day he'd return.

He swore that his place would be taken by whoever owned the house.

And that he himself would once again assume human shape.

His grave was never found.

It was here, in the walls of the cellar, for all this time.

Not all this time.

This plaster is new.

I'm going to find out what's in that coffin.

Come on, give me a hand.

Have to get something stronger than this.

Oh, Mrs. Biddulph.

Did you see anything come out of the house?

No. Well, what's the matter?

Nothing. Here, let me give you a hand with those. Oh, thank you.

The only thing I don't like about living on this island is the fact that the

shops won't deliver.

I'll put them down there, will you?

Oh, I see you found the key.

No.

No, Caleb had a spare one.

Will you have to work down there?

Yes, yes, I think so.

Well, how long do you suppose the work will take?

Just a short time. Mrs. Biddulph, has anyone been down in that cellar since

you moved in?

Well, I suppose the workmen went down there.

I haven't. Why?

Doesn't matter.

Go up to your room and lock your door.

Caleb, what did the legend say?

That Cosmo would return and take his revenge on the owner of the house.

Do you know that Valdo left me a note tonight saying she had to see me?

She knew something about it.

Do you have a gun?

Aye.

Get it.

What are you going to do?

Something came out of that coffin tonight.

Something evil and strange.

I don't know why it killed Balder, but I know who it's going to kill.

My great-grandfather had this made out of the silver sword that killed Cosmo.

It's hung in the house ever since to protect it.

I'm going to melt it down and make bullets.

Silver bullets.

That coffin opens tomorrow night.

I'll be waiting.

Come in.

The legend says the only way to kill a werewolf is with a bullet made from a

silver crucifix.

I had six.

You mean these?

You see, what the legend really says is that Cosmo Valdemar will resume human

shape again when he's replaced in his coffin, not by the owner of the house.

but by a descendant of the man who killed him.

Now, any dutiful wife would do anything to bring her husband back to life,

even after 200 years.

It's time to tell me that's going to happen to me.

Where are you going now?

Bradley. And then?

To the island of Ranga, in the Hebrides.

Turn the fifth card.

What was it?

None.

Hold on.

Who was that card?

Tell me.

Don't be so gullible.

Can't you see it's all part of the act?

What act, Mr. Marsh?

Is your name Marsh?

Don't be misled by his knowing that. There's no magic about it, I assure you.

Yeah, but how did he know?

Maybe it's on the baggage.

There's no mystery about it, gentlemen.

Most informed people have heard of Franklin Marsh, art critic.

Confidence tricksters make a point of being familiar with people in the news.

Well, I've never heard of you.

Dr. Shrek.

I'd like to try those cards.

If you don't mind.

I think so.

And now, your prediction.

You are going on holiday soon.

Hello? With your wife and your daughter.

Daughter? How did you know?

It's perfectly simple. He saw the doll up on the rack.

And a dog.

That's right.

You'll see them all when we get to Bradley. They're meeting me at the

station.

When you return from holiday... When you return...

It must have grown while we were away.

We'd better get rid of it.

It'll kill all the hydrangeas.

Not even home yet, and back to work already.

What is it?

What is it?

Bill!

It seemed to cry out in pain when I hit it.

And I couldn't cut into it with the hoe.

Give me the shears.

I could almost swear that blind pushed those shears out of my hands.

Have you ever seen anything like this before, Jerry?

No, it's new to me.

You say this vine seemed actually to resist cutting.

Well, I'm pretty good at handling garden tools.

I don't think those she has slipped.

You think you can put me up for a few days?

Sure. Easier to find out what this is all about on the spot rather than

peering through a microscope here at the Ministry.

True.

That's all right.

Time for tea. I'll get roasties in a minute.

A dog strangled by a vine.

I can hardly believe it.

A plant that protects itself?

It's impossible.

That's what I thought at first, but have a look at this.

Now, these are the main groups of plants whose existence we already know.

First, plants without roots, stems or leaves.

Bacteria. And lichens.

Fungi.

After that, mosses, a slightly higher form, with neither roots nor vascular

tissue.

Third, ferns, which have roots and vascular tissue, but no flower.

Fourth, flowering plants.

Now, they have roots, stems, leaves, vascular tissue, and flowers to help

them spread their seeds.

Finally, in just one second, there we are.

what we call the insectivorous plants, the borderline between the plant and

animal kingdoms.

Plants which are not dependent entirely on soil and sunlight for their food, but

which sometimes eat live insects.

You see, each stage, each adaption, each...

Mutation is one step higher in the battle of the plant kingdom for

survival.

Now, what if a plant were to take the next step?

What if there were a mutation that could develop intelligence, the ability to

protect itself, perhaps even to know who its enemies were and destroy them?

A plant like that could take over the world.

But it's not possible.

Lunch will be ready in a few moments.

Oh, yes, well, I'm really awfully busy at the moment. Mind if I skip lunch

today? You ought to eat something. I'll get you some coffee and sandwiches.

Thank you.

Brain.

I was right.

It's a lovely day. Why don't you go out and play?

It isn't any fun without Rusty.

Did you call the police?

We didn't know what to do. We thought we'd better call you first.

He was alone in the room?

Yes, all the time.

I'll go to the left to get my men down here.

Carol!

Carol, come over here.

How are we going to get out?

Get some newspapers.

There's one thing which every intelligent thing is afraid of. Fire.

If a species ever develops it isn't, it could be the end of the world.

Open the door.

Thank you.

It'll be all right now.

And that's going to happen to me.

Maybe to all of us, but you need not despair.

For fifth card will show you how to avoid.

What is it?

It does not matter.

What was it?

I was hoping it might not be... Oh, for heaven's sake!

What is all this nonsense?

No nonsense, Sir Sean.

Now, is there anyone else who would wish to try?

Okay.

I'll have a try.

The first time I've ever done this without chips.

Just tap the cards three times.

What now?

Your future.

You are a musician?

Yeah. A lot of people don't seem to think so.

Ah, that's more like it.

That's my mother-in-law.

Do not jest at the image of a god.

God? So powerful and malign god.

What will you do?

Hi, Wally. What's the good word? You're going to love me.

Oh, yeah?

Truly as a mother. I've got a great booking for you.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Where you got us this time?

Siberia? No.

Days of sunshine and romance.

Nights underneath an azure sky.

Another holiday camp, right?

The West Indies.

Island of Paiti.

Town of DuPont.

Club called The Flamingo.

Good? Yeah, great. When do we go?

Two weeks.

Hey, you little sweetheart.

Hey, we're going to go to the West Indies, fella. That's great.

We're going where?

Yeah, well, on that sweet note, boys, we can all get ready to go to the West

Indies.

On the islands we all have fun Singing,

dancing and drinking rum Boys and girls kissing in the sun Everybody's got love

Cupid busy here every day Shooting arrows off every way Young and healthy

or old and grey Everybody's got love

Just look at me or talk to anyone you see. Hey, what about this thing?

When you look me, everybody's got love.

Come on, everyone, don't be shy. I told you the reason why. Kiss your troubles

and kiss goodbye.

Everybody's got love.

Come on everyone, don't be shy Now I've told you the reason why Kiss your

troubles and cares goodbye Everybody's got love

Hi, I'm Sammy Coyne. You must be my replacement.

Yeah, that's right. This is Alan.

Dobby. Hey, I dig that Collepso music, man. It's good, sung by a real West

Indian. West Indian? You must be joking. I came out the East End. The first music

I heard was Bow Bells. Yeah.

How come you're here, then?

Well, you got an agent, I got an agent. For 10%, he booked me in Little Rock.

Cigarettes, please.

Yeah, sure, I, uh...

I think I'm old enough to smoke.

Hey, look at that monster.

What did I do?

That monster is a voodoo goddamn baller.

And voodoo is the one thing you don't mess around with here.

Look around.

Hey. All the chicks are wearing them. Yeah.

I've heard of these voodoo dancers.

That's where the action is at night, isn't it? Yeah. And you'll hear it from

your hotel room. Yeah.

Out in the woods.

Drums beating.

Yeah. Girls dancing.

Yeah. Wild. Yeah.

Frenzied. Yeah.

Very few clothes on. Yeah. You take my advice.

Forget it.

Why? Man, it's a religious ceremony.

So? You ain't that denomination.

Is that real?

Biff Bailey.

What is this?

Well, I was listening to your music, so I wrote it down.

You wrote down the sacred music of the great god Damballa.

It could be a hit. Make a fortune.

If you wrote it... And we could go 50-50.

It belongs to the god Damballa.

Known only to his own people for centuries. Oh, well, if it's that old,

then it's out of copyright.

I can just make it up.

You're creasing my shirt.

The god Damballa is a jealous god.

If you steal from him, he will be revenged. Wherever you are, he will be

revenged. Do not steal from the god Damballa.

Now.

Now, when we get back to London, I'm gonna make a whole routine around that

voodoo number.

Beth, man, you be careful. That voodoo, oh, it's... Ah, don't be silly. It's

dangerous, man. What can a voodoo god do to me?

Give me...

Your shoulder to cry on.

Your heart to rely on.

Give me love.

Prove it by the way that you hold me. You mean all that you told me.

My love to you, take me in your arms and then kiss me.

No more false alarms, baby.

Give me love.

You still going through with that voodoo thing, man?

Sure, why not?

I'll tell you one thing.

You've got guts.

Thanks. We'll probably see them before the night's out.

they do it for you wholesale don't forget the double-breasted lid

give me something more than just a promise

or two show me real affection and i'll give my

During his recent trip to the West Indies, Biff Bailey heard an ancient

voodoo tune.

Here it is, in his own special arrangement.

... ...

My beautiful club.

You're insured, aren't you?

Yeah.

I could have the whole place redone.

Moroccan.

Oh, man.

You could play him around with voodoo.

What are you doing?

I'm going to change this arrangement, actually. It wasn't too good in the

middle, so I think I'll take it home. Take it home?

After what happened here?

What happened here?

Who do you think sent that wind, Kenny Ball?

That was voodoo, man.

I'd burn that music fast.

Look, you're not still believing in this voodoo stuff, are you? No, man, but I

play the percentages.

I wouldn't take that home, not after what happened here tonight.

No?

I'll see you.

More work for my uncle.

Got a match?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.

Here, you keep them. Thanks.

Which way to Piccadilly Circus, Mac?

Yeah, yeah.

Ah, these British are all nuts.

That'll teach me not to steal tunes.

Well, how do I get out of it?

Ours was the same.

What does it mean?

I'll tell you what it means.

Absolutely nothing.

What makes you so sure?

Foretelling the future with a pack of cards.

Complete rubbish.

So why are you afraid to try something?

Afraid?

To participate in your ridiculous parlor game.

Very well.

Very well.

Shuffle your cards.

Foretell my destiny.

Remarkable. Really remarkable.

But I don't think there's very much more that we can say about that particular

atrocity.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, atrocity is right.

Now, what have we here?

Yes, indeed.

A work of notable incompetence.

Even from Mr. Eric Landor.

You don't like my work, Mr.

Marsh. Ah, the great man himself.

One wonders why you come to my exhibitions so regularly if my work

displeases you.

Duty, my dear sir, duty.

My paper pays me to attend these exhibitions, so attend them I must.

Whether the artist in question is a genius or a charlatan. And you consider

yourself competent to judge.

I don't feel my reputation as a critic has ever been called in doubt.

In that case, I wonder why you never give me advice on how to improve my

work. My dear sir, the only advice that I could possibly offer you would be give

up.

A harsh thing to say to a man who's been painting all his life.

With some measure of success.

Success?

If we are discussing money, pray that does not delay you any longer. I was

under the impression we were discussing art.

Take this masterpiece, for example.

Just what is it supposed to say?

It is merely a series of splodges of paint applied without any creativity

whatsoever. What is it supposed to mean?

Oh, nothing specific.

The viewer is supposed to react to it, to create his own meaning out of his own

experience. So everyone will see something quite different in it.

In other words, it means absolutely nothing.

To those who can't see.

But I can see, Mr. Landor, I can see very well when there's something worth

seeing.

I live by my vision, Mr. Landor.

Mr. Marsh, we have a canvas in from a young artist we're thinking of

exhibiting shortly.

I wonder if you'd mind telling us what you think of his work.

Well, it's highly irregular.

Well,

very well, just this once.

Thank you.

Anna, this is quite a different matter. Quite a different matter indeed.

Clearly the work of a creative artist of considerable promise.

Notice the wide sweep of color, the balance, the brushwork, together with a

certain denial of the accepted standards, the mock critical humor of

the entire composition.

You could learn a great deal about painting from this artist, Mr. Landor.

Then I should very much like to meet him.

Would that be possible?

He's here now, as a matter of fact. Indeed.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

We have as our guest of honor tonight the eminent author and art critic, Mr.

Franklin Marsh.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen, I am extremely

honored to have been asked to address this fine organization which has done so

much to foster an interest... in the arts.

The world of art today... The world

of art today...

The

day of the action painter is over.

Soon art will regain its sanity.

and return to the fundamental representational principles of... You

were saying, Mr. Marsh?

I must crave your indulgence. I have a pressing appointment.

Oh, he's so fascinating on this subject.

the patient is yet, Nurse? Yes, Eric Lander, the artist.

The artist?

Not anymore.

The European Space Research Organization plans to ask the United States for

permission to set up a satellite tracking station in Alaska.

In London, the well-known artist Eric Lander was the victim of a hit-and-run

driver.

Mr. Lander was taken to St. Michael's Hospital.

He has not yet regained consciousness.

Frank?

What's the matter?

Why such a... Words don't seem to be coming very easily today.

What you need is a drink.

What? No, no, thanks very much. I've got to get home.

Come on. Just a quick one. Thank you very much, George. I really must get on

with this.

Ow!

Who is it?

Who is it?

All right.

Well, wherever you've been for the past few days, it certainly improved your

temper. Don't tell me he actually liked a painting for once.

Well, I had a slight problem, but everything's all right now. Oh, well,

that calls for a celebration.

What are you going to have? No, no, no. Drinks are on me.

Miss, please. The same again, Lily, please.

I heard you calling around, Frank. You know, that's too good to miss.

Yes.

Yes, please have anything you want. Anything at all.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Has he hurt bad? He'll live.

Yeah.

Better be blind for the rest of his life, poor guy.

Still, there's lots of things a blind man can do.

A very pretty story.

Thank you.

It is not always a story.

Then it's the same for all of us.

What do you mean?

Every time the cards have been asked how we can avoid the future, the answer is

the same.

Yes.

That's a bad word, man.

Let's see what the cards have to say about me.

You are sure you wish to know?

Feel the crowds.

The empress.

The hermit.

The star.

The loveless.

It's an old American custom.

Old French custom.

Yeah, the custom.

Prettiest little town in New England.

I hope it likes me.

Honey, it could not help it like you.

You know, I was worried about coming with you to America.

You're going to get on just fine.

Are you hungry?

I'll go see if there's something in the kitchen to eat.

You go on and get acquainted with the house, okay?

I cut myself.

Can't open it.

I'll wash it.

Let me do it.

Okay, you can have the car.

Dr. Blake's going to come pick me up anyway.

Who is Dr. Blake? Dr. Blake.

Dr. Blake is the only other doctor in town, and we work at the clinic

together, and he's going to... That'll be him now.

Come on, honey, I know he wants to meet you.

Hi. Hi, good morning.

Good morning.

Doctor, this is my wife, Nicole, Dr. Blake. Glad to know you. I hope you like

our first date.

I'm sure I will. If there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to tell

me. Thank you.

All set?

It's been nice meeting you.

Bye, honey.

And drive carefully, eh?

I will.

Bye.

You say it is a strange case.

Sounds like anemia.

No, no.

No, it's not the quality of the boy's blood that's wrong. It's the quantity.

I mean, it's like there doesn't seem to be enough of it.

The boy's in here. Do you want to see him?

All right.

Johnny, this is Dr. Blake.

Hi there, Johnny.

Good morning.

Good morning, Doctor.

Dr. Blake would just like to have a look at you, okay? Well, has Johnny been

eating his food?

Yes. Getting enough sleep?

Fresh air?

Well, he always sleeps with his window open.

Well, let's have a look.

When did he get these?

Just a few days ago. The day he complained he was feeling weak.

All right, thanks. Will you wait in the other room?

Come on, Johnny.

Would you come this way, please? Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

I don't know. I really don't know what to make of it.

What do you think?

I don't know.

If these were medieval times, I'd...

I'd almost say he was the victim of a vampire.

A vampire?

Yeah, that's what Dr. Blake said.

Can you imagine? In this day and age?

He took some blood samples from the boy, though.

And we should know by tomorrow morning what it really is.

How will he know?

Well, they want some tests on it in the laboratory tonight.

Yes, laboratory.

In the clinic?

No.

No, he's got a workshop on top of the old Finch building.

He works there at night sometimes.

He's a real lonely guy.

Do you want some more steak, honey?

No.

Why didn't it attack you then?

I figured that out later.

My arms made the sign of a cross as I raised them to shield myself.

How could it know that I suspected?

Dr. Blake, your patient is ready.

Did he sleep with his window open last night?

That's not wrong, is it? He must have fresh air. No, no, it's not wrong. Leave

it open.

It's only that tonight I want to be there in case anything happens.

Sweetheart I got up to close the window.

I caught mine Nicole

is my

wife Do you know what a vampire is?

The spirit that takes up residence in a human body confining upon it the power

to turn into a bat at night so that it can glut itself on the blood of innocent

victims.

And if the victim dies, he becomes a vampire and after death rises from the

grave and walks the earth in search of blood.

That would have happened to Johnny if he'd died of Nicholl's bite.

It may happen to her next victim.

Tonight, she'll go in search of someone.

Watch her.

The only way to kill a vampire is to drive a wooden stake through its heart.

Watch her when she returns.

A vampire?

It's true.

I never heard anything so crazy in my life.

Look, Dr. Blake will confirm it when he gets here.

Confirm what?

That my wife was a vampire.

Well, that's nonsense.

There are no such things as vampires.

But you told me.

You gave me the stake.

She attacked you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Nobody attacked me.

Oh, tell them, please.

Tell them.

Doctor. Tell them.

Doctor, please.

Can we give you a lift, doctor?

No, thanks. I'll walk.

Okay.

This town isn't big enough for two doctors.

Two vampires.

Nicole. You know someone by that name?

I met her on the continent. I was thinking...

Tell me the next card, please.

Hey, I... There are five of us here.

And none of us has a future.

What about him? Yes.

What about you?

of us we are all together in this carriage

and none of us has a future it's this train it's gonna

crash what are you doing well the communication is the one way you might

cause an accident sit down we can't all just sit here and wait why have you done

this what do you want who are you

We're slowing down. Is it Bradley?

Can you see a sign?

Dunno.

Well, where else could it be?

We've reached the end of our journey.

No accidents.

So much for Dr.

Terror.

Dr. Smith.