All language subtitles for The Dungeon of Harrow - 1962.eng

- How many
times have I stood

before this symbol of my
family's greatness?

And now this crest and I
are dying together.

In another time and another place,

I might have brought honor and glory

to the House of Fallon, but
instead I shall

leave a legacy of decay and
unspeakable horror.

"I, Aaron Fallon, do
hereby record my days

"on the island I've saved.

"In the year 1870, I was
aboard my father's ship,

"the Clipperless Brave, bound
for the Antarctics.

"We encountered what was to
prove tragic weather."

- Mr. Fallon!

Mr. Fallon!

Mr. Fallon!

- It seems to me, Captain,

that you've lost your
schedule again.

- I cannot control the weather, Mr.
Fallon.

It is necessary that everybody
assemble in the galley.

We're to have better
control that way.

- Very well.

If those be your orders, I'll
be along presently.

- We've precious little time left,
sir.

She's breaking up fast!

Let's get the devil outta here!

- Glad to see ya comin'
around, Mr. Fallon.

Been a lonely exile without you.

- There were no other survivors?

- Not that I could find, sir.

You were the only one.

- Look, Mr. Fallon, there!

It seems as though
we've been blessed

with a bit of salvage of extreme
value, Mr. Fallon.

Hardly as palatable as food,
but I'm sure

you'll find it's rather exciting.

- Yes, the crest of Fallon.

The crest from the state room.

It's on all our ships, Captain.

- I'm quite familiar
with the object.

And if you'll be so condescending,

we'll put it to a useful purpose.

It might not be any banquet, Mr.
Fallon,

but tonight it'll seem like one.

- I'm not overly fond of fish,
Captain.

Tomorrow see if you can
find some game.

I much prefer meat.

- Tomorrow may be better spent

in exploration of the island, Mr.
Fallon.

There may be some life
on this island,

and if so, we'll be better off

for having found it.

So, tonight, let's make the

best of the fish, huh?

- Yes, yes of course, you're right,
Captain.

You're quite certain, that I'm

a bit of an ass, aren't you Captain?

- I don't believe
there's a yes or no

answer to that, Mr. Fallon.

I feel as though you have been bred

to a set of standards that

don't apply to every situation.

- By that you mean

our present situation I suppose.

- Our present situation, yes.

However, if you are indeed your
father's son, Mr. Fallon,

you have a strength which you
are totally unaware,

and a strength that will
rise up unexpectedly

to meet any situation or
any challenge.

- I knew then
that the Captain's

tolerance of me was due to a
deep and sincere

respect for my father and
not just because

I was the son of an employer.

For the first time, I saw in
the Captain's face

that wisdom and dedication
peculiar to men

who follow the dangers of the sea.

But a strength that would
crumble under the terror

that was so suddenly forced upon us.

- Hear the howling?

You have no weapon to even combat
whatever is out there.

- Whatever it is, it's human.

I've heard a woman's scream.

- You're right, it's human.

A woman's scream, but we

can do nothing about it.

- The storm has cleared, dear.

And rather nicely, I think, Mantis.

The dogs, they got out last night,
didn't they?

Speak up, Mantis.

You permitted the dogs to get out,
didn't you?

Didn't you?!

Answer me!

- The dogs got out.

- You fool.

You blithering idiot.

You filthy, incompetent.

But you got them back, the dogs?

They're alright?

There's something you're
not telling me.

What is it?

I demand to know!

- They killed a woman last night.

- A woman?

How could there be a woman?

There is no woman.

Where did she come from?

- Who is she?

A woman?

Then there may be others.

There may be other people here!

We've got to find them!

Mantis, you find them.

You bring them here.

They may be pirates.

We're in grave danger.

Go find them now.

There must be a way.

There must be some means to

keep the devils from my island.

- Not likely, my dear Count.

Your island was made for devils.

- Who is speaking?

There's no one here.

- Oh, you're quite wrong.

I am here.

- Where, where?

I can't see you!

- Here, here in the shadows.

Look closely.

- No, no you can't be.

No.

No, I can't see you.

- Then I'll come
a little closer.

Can you see me now?

Now, that is much better, isn't it?

Well, does my appearance

frighten you, Count de Sade?

Then permit me to enter
your dimension.

You see, I appear most harmless.

- Who, who are you?

- Oh, who I am is not important.

It's what I am.

- You see, Your Highness,

I am simply a product of your evil.

A reflection of your madness.

Surely you must recognize me.

- No, no, I am not mad.

How, therefore, could I know you?

- How, then, could you know me?

How, indeed, Count de Sade?

You could know me by the
things I can do.

I can do every evil thing

you have desired to do unto others.

- No, no!

I have never wished evil.

- You have never wished
evil on anyone?

Count, recall the
incident of the cobra.

You thought it a convenient way

to do in poor old Lord Balthrop.

But you couldn't find a cobra,
remember?

All you had to do was ask me.

- It's really very simple,
you see.

There, there on the
table beside you.

- No!

' No?

You're not impressed then?

Well, you and I have many more,
don't we?

Yes, we have many more.

Many, many more, don't we?

- No, no, please no!

- Very well, another time, then.

Obviously, His Highness
is not amused.

Now, do you still insist
you're not mad?

Perhaps it's the wine.

Perhaps the wine is drugged.

- Yes, yes, the wine
has been drugged.

Now, please go away.

- Since I am part of you,

you have only to command me.

However, I think it only
fitting and proper

that I leave a calling card,
my calling card.

A remembrance that you and I

are always as close as your mind.

- The wine.

Yes, it was the wine.

Yes, the wine, it was the wine.

- See, tracks
break this way.

Mr. Fallon!

Look, Mr. Fallon, it's part
of a woman's dress.

There was no doubt.

We had found the place
of the attack.

The attack had to have been violent.

These looked like dog tracks.

- Captain, look!

- The Captain
recognized the girl.

She was a passenger from our ship.

And now she lay dead, a victim

of some terrifying fangs.

Her horribly mutilated body revealed

an evil about the island that I
have never seen before.

In every shadow I seemed to sense

a strange and hostile presence.

If the dogs belonged to
someone on the island,

we intended to find them.

With each step, I felt that
we were walking

toward some unbelievable dread.

That beyond each turn of the trail

lay some medieval and
torturing trap.

And I was very close to correct.

- We walked right into a damn trap.

I've lost my knife when we
were up the trail.

Maybe I can break out of it.

- For God's sake, hurry!

Captain, there!

- Captain?

- The Captain
is quite alright.

He's been given a potion.

The pain was most severe.

- He what?!

- You're quiet safe now.

You're in the castle of
Count Lorente de Sade.

There will be time enough
for your questions.

It is important only to know

that your friend will recover,

and that nourishment awaits you.

If your strength will permit,

the Count requests your presence
for the evening meal.

- I am grateful, but the
Captain is lying

on a very cold floor, and
in his condition

pneumonia could surely occur.

You must have

accommodations... - I
said your friend

will recover, sir.

The Count has seen fit to offer
lodging and refuge.

I am not in a position to question

the extent of his hospitality.

If you desire to put the
Captain in your bed,

by all means do so.

I was sent to announce
that the Count

has elected to share his
evening fare with you,

an obligation I have now discharged.

If you wish to show your lack of
gratitude by refusing,

then I'll relay your indiscretion.

- I most certainly want to
meet the Count.

If you would permit me a moment.

Captain?

Captain.

- Let go of me. - No.

- Let go of me! - No.

- Let go of me.

- It's our guest.

- I'm in your debt, Your Lordship.

- Please, sir.

The Count will not tolerate
conversation during repast.

- You may tell the Count he can
damn well go to hell.

- No, it's alright, Cassandra.

My apologies, sir.

I beg you'll forgive me.

We are not used to guests,

and our countenance of standard

has been somewhat blunted by

our prolonged solitude, I'm afraid.

Please forgive me.

- I understand.

Reciprocal apologies are in order.

I am indeed in your service.

I am Aaron Fallon of the House
of Fallon of Bath.

Bath, oh, too bad.

The Romans knew a good spot,

even if the English don't.

But I'm afraid Bath is losing its

social importance nowadays.

Too bad, too bad.

- I
remember the Count

settled into a depressing silence.

He made no further effort
at conversation.

I suddenly felt some
strange compassion

to analyze my host, but all
but a few salient

and frightening clues eluded me.

His face bore the sallow pallor

of a lifetime of dissipation.

And his eyes held that
familiar paranoia glint

of royal inbreeding that
left no doubt.

Yes, my host was quite mad.

And Cassandra.

Her haunted face revealed
only a portion

of the rocking torture of
her inner torment.

This observation of
unhappiness and despair

was verified by the event that
was so soon to follow.

- I feel ill.

May I be excused, Your Lordship?

- No.

You may not be excused.

Tonight we have a guest, Cassandra.

Tonight it will be like the days

when the Countess was alive.

There will be talk,

an exchange of personalities.

Don't you find that refreshing,
Cassandra?

- Tonight you can put

your trivial babbling to one side

and Mr. Fallon will talk.

Yes, we'll listen to Mr. Fallon.

Well?

- I'm afraid that my ordeal has
left me seriously taxed.

I'd prefer the delight of a
length conversation

should not be tainted by my
unfortunate weakness.

Tomorrow I shall see
renewed strength,

and I will eagerly await
and be honored

with an audience by so noble a
person as yourself.

- Yes, of course, tomorrow.

- Mr. Fallon?

Mr. Fallon, do you fence?

- Not well, not well at all.

Good night.

- Doesn't fence.

Not much sport in that fellow.

There must be something.

Yes, there must be something

with a little excitement.

- These halls get quite
drafty at night.

- Cassandra, it isn't necessary

for you to show me to my room.

I can find it all right.

- I must, Mr. Fallon,

the Count insists. - I can make it.

Goodnight, Cassandra, and thank you.

- But, Mr. Fallon?

- Goodnight, Cassandra.

- I was alone

and in that horrible hallway.

For the first time I became aware

of the soul of the
castle to be saved.

The wailing sounds of
strange ceilings

tearing from decaying soffits.

The mounting anxiety
dried in my throat.

And then I saw it.

There in the light of my torch.

There on the floor.

- Count!

Count de Sade!

- Mr. Fallon!

- I saw him come in here.

There is no way out.

He must be in there.

- Mr. Fallon, first let me say
you are mistaken.

And secondly, the Count
will not tolerate

your being in this chapel.

It's very sacred to him.

He will not have it violated.

- The Captain is not in his room.

And where he should be,
there is blood.

I think he's been killed.

- Do you think I did it?

- Certainly not.

- Then take your hands off me.

- I have some fever, of
that I'm sure.

But I'm not given to hallucinations.

And the blood was fresh.

- The Captain's injuries
were extensive.

They may have reopened
when he was moved

to more suitable quarters.

You did request that, did you not,
Mr. Fallon?

- Yes, I'm overwrought, obviously.

- We're tragically short of
medicines here, Mr. Fallon,

but on occasion of emotional strain,

I sometimes find the ocean air
quite invigorating.

May I suggest the balcony?

On nights when the fog is light,

it seems almost attractive.

As it is, it's almost frightening.

- There are many things about this

island that are frightening,

and I think this castle most of all.

Frankly, I shall be most happy when

I have sailed and left
it far behind.

- Fears have a way of
diminishing with time.

I think you'll find that's true, Mr.
Fallon.

- Theories I have no intention of
testing, Cassandra.

When does the next boat arrive?

- Boat?

There are no boats, Mr. Fallon.

We're in exile, sir.

We've been severed from humanity.

We're a cancer.

We've been cut out.

- I don't understand.

- I know you don't.

The truth is dark enough without

learning about it at night.

Tomorrow will be soon enough.

Goodnight Mr. Fallon.

- It
was inconceivable

that no ships came to this island.

I felt that Cassandra was trying

to add to my uneasiness.

That she was closer to the Count
than she appeared.

That she was a part of his evil.

My bed clothes had been changed.

All traces of the Captain's
injuries had been removed.

There was a chill in the air,

and I was extremely weary,

but sleep refused to come.

I was suddenly aware of

a strange and tormented sound.

I was hypnotized by a
morbid fascination.

I could not believe that what I
was seeing was real.

But somewhere in the deep recesses
of my numbed brain,

my reflexes reacted to the scene.

The room was dark.

Whatever terror was
present in the castle,

had now been removed from my sight.

But I knew that somewhere
in this massive,

dank crypt it was continuing.

- Water?!

You gave that pirate water?!

Traitor!

Traitor!

You have betrayed me!

You have cast your lot
with the enemy!

How dare you defy me?!

But no, you're right.

We musn't let him die.

But you!

You turned against me.

See Captain, I know you're a pirate.

Oh, I know all about pirates.

They've been here before.

They've been here and left

the mark of their black carnage.

Once this girl could speak,
but not now.

That's pirate torture.

They left her an imbecile.

That tries to poison her Lord.

No?

You must recognize this, Ann.

It's the wine you brought me
before I retired tonight.

What did you put in it, Ann?

Hemlock?

I could taste it.

I knew it was there.

No?

You say no?

Very well, then.

You drink it!

It won't take long.

Hemlock is very fast.

Ann?

Ann, why did you try to kill me?

See?

She's dying already.

As you would have me die.

Die!

Why don't you die?!

It was poisoned, it was!

I know I'm right.

The Count is never wrong.

I know he's a pirate.

- Let me assure you, Miss Cassandra,

that the event I
witnessed last night

was not my imagination, but a
very real happening.

I saw a young woman being beaten,

and when I tried to assist,
I found my door

bolted from the outside.

I was locked in, unable to help.

I will accept none other than a
truthful answer from you.

- Very well, Mr. Fallon.

Since you've become a member of
the Castle de Sade,

I'm sure you have every right
to know its secrets.

- Thank you.

- The story would begin with this
portrait, I suppose.

She was a beautiful woman,
the Countess,

and much loved by her husband.

So much so, that he insisted
on marrying her,

even when he learned of her
terrible illness.

- There's no illness in
the portrait.

- You're quite wrong, Mr. Fallon.

It was there, the faint
beginning traces may have

escaped the artist, but not
the physicians.

You see, Mr. Fallon, the
Countess was a leper.

- Oh my God, no.

- It was necessary that
she be exiled,

but the Count was determined they
should not be separated,

so he came to this island,
bought this castle.

It should have been a story of love

and dedication and sacrifice.

But I'm afraid just the
opposite was true.

- I can almost guess the rest.

The Countess died very
early and the Count

was forced to continue his exile

because of his contact with her.

- That would have been endurable,
at least, Mr. Fallon.

No, it was much worse than that.

The Countess did not die,
she went insane.

And in her madness there
was only one moment

that she chose to relive:
her wedding night.

Day after day, wearing
her wedding gown,

reliving her marriage.

Eventually, it was necessary
to lock her away.

- Are you saying the
Countess is not dead?

- Yes, the Countess is not dead.

- Then where the devil is she?

- In the dungeon.

By now the disease is
quite advanced.

Rather than face what she's become,

the Count prefers to think
of her as dead.

- This is most tragic.

It, of course, explains
the reason why

the Count is a little deranged.

- It's worse than that.

He's insane, criminally so.

- And you?

How are you involved in this?

- I matter very little, Mr. Fallon.

I'm in the service of the Count

as payment of my father's debt.

I was a nurse, now I'm not
much of anything.

I try to give some comfort
to the Countess,

but it's extremely difficult.

For the girl you saw being beaten,

her name is Ann.

She was the hostage of pirates

who once attempted a raid
on this castle.

She was mutilated and abused.

She was left a mute.

She's known brutality all
her young life.

First the pirates, now the Count.

He repeatedly accuses her of
trying to poison him.

Her punishments are cruelly severe.

He'll kill her someday.

I'm not very reassuring, am I, Mr.
FaHon?

- I cannot solve the problem
until I know it exists.

And the Nubian?

- His name is Mantis.

He's been a slave for many years.

At one time, the Count
was a great hunter

and Mantis was his gun bearer.

He's completely loyal,

and the only thing resembling
normalcy in this castle.

The Count is deathly
afraid of pirates.

He's rigged the entire island with
all manner of traps.

- Yes, I was caught in one.

Which leaves one last question.

What of the Captain?

- I permitted myself to
lie last night.

I don't know where the Captain is.

It's unlikely, however,
that he's been

moved to another room.

- Could they have killed him?

- The Count has come to believe

that all sailors are pirates.

Yes, they could have killed him.

- There must be a way to
leave this place.

Just signal a ship or,

there must be!

- It's alright, Ann, he's a guest.

Tea has a way of bringing things

into proper perspective, Mr. Fallon.

- Ann could have
been a beautiful girl,

but it was difficult to see
beyond the swelling

of bruises and the scars of the
Count's mistreatment.

It was obvious the child bordered on
screaming hysterics.

I had meant only to
reach for the cup,

but my movement came with
more suddenness

than I had intended.

- So, you have embarrassed
our guest, Ann.

- Count, it was not intentional.

I have suffered no injury.

Please, I implore you, do
not punish the girl.

- Since you have intervened,

I will not be so discourteous as to

override the wishes of a guest, Mr.
Fallon.

However, one must hold a firm hand

to domestics these days.

They're getting disturbingly
lax and independent.

Moreover, it is not
proper that a Count

be left waiting for his cup of tea.

- You may have mine, your Lordship.

- Yes, of course.

But it might be too sweet.

You know how you indulge yourself,
Cassandra.

- I'm sure it's
to your liking.

- Yes, not bad.

Now, Mr. Fallon, I was
promised a conversation,

and I intend to have it.

Tell me about England,
about the Americas,

or any subject you choose.

It'll be good to hear a new voice.

- Yes, I do have a subject.

The Captain of my ship, I demand
to know where he is.

- The Captain, the Captain.

Oh, that dreadful creature
with the beard.

Oh yes.

Mr. Fallon, I'm grieved to bring you

sorrowful tidings, but the poor
man died last night.

Now, let's talk about England.

- How did he die,
Count de Sade?

- Death is not a pleasant subject

to discuss so early in the morning,

and I did want our meeting
to be pleasant.

In fact, I demand that our
meeting be pleasant!

- Please, Mr. Fallon, this can
come to no good end.

Another time, please.

- Very well, we shall not
mention the Captain.

But let me assure you, I
intend to know his fate.

I will know how my friend died.

- Mr. Fallon, I'm grieved to think

that you should entertain the notion

that I contributed to your
friend's untimely demise.

Quite the contrary, I did
everything I could

to save the unfortunate creature.

- Why?

Why?

For Heaven's sake, can I
please have some water?

Please, please help me.

These bindings, they're
cutting my wrists off.

Loosen them, loosen them!

- I can't loosen them, sailor.

I can only do what I'm told.

- What kind of an animal are you,

to torture another human to death?

- I am not an animal, mister,
I am a man.

A man loyal to his master.

- Your master is a damned butcher.

- But he is my master, and I
do what he says.

- Even to kill me?

- If the Count say so, yes.

- Thank you.

- My
day with the Count

had been a grueling experience.

But now it was over.

In my room I would have
time to think,

to plan my escape.

I suddenly had the feeling that
I was being watched.

And there she was.

I had a new friend.

It had something to do
with gratitude

for having asked the
Count to spare her

earlier in the day, I suppose.

At any rate, she was most
demonstrative.

- It's not that I find you
unattractive, Ann,

but it is quite improper
for you to be here.

Please, I didn't mean to shame you.

I put that rather badly.

This is a time of great
stress for me, Ann.

I find it impossible to concentrate

on the matters at hand.

Ann, did you understand me?

Do you know where the dungeon is?

There was a man, a sea captain,

have you seen him?

Is he in the dungeon?

- Was he killed?

Is he in the dungeon now?

Will you take me there?

I must help him.

Are you saying that you
will help him?

Then for my sakes, Ann, do so.

Ann?

I do appreciate you coming to my
room tonight, Ann.

And thank you.

- Here!

Untie these ropes, please!

And my feet.

I think I'm gonna pass out.

" So!

So, you would set the pirate free.

Good, that leaves a
place on the rack.

See, the Gods are already with me!

The pirate's dead!

Mantis, make sure that man is dead.

- Mantis, remove the plug
from the drain.

Do as I command!

Good.

He's dead, that pirate?

- He's dead.

- Goodnight, sweet Ann, goodnight.

We are retiring for the night,
the key and I.

Come, Mantis.

~ Ann?

- No, it's Cassandra.

Let me in.

- I thought you were Ann.

She was here a little while ago.

- Please, Mr. Fallon, let me talk.

You must have noticed that
we have supplies

that could only have been
brought in by ship.

The tea, for example, the
Count's tobacco.

- You said there were no ships.

- I've never seen them.

I suspect the supplies are left on
the beach somewhere.

I've checked.

Our larder is presently low.

That means that any day or week now,

a ship may come.

- Yes, it's possible.

We could signal it some way.

- No, it's not possible, Mr. Fallon.

Not so long as the Count is alive.

- What are you suggesting?

- I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm merely saying that if there is

an avenue of escape, it's being
blocked by the Count.

- Cassandra, I'm not
capable of murder.

- Murder is not a word to be applied

to self-preservation, Mr. Fallon.

I've never thought myself
capable of killing either.

I'd condemned myself to
whatever fate befell me.

I'd almost forgotten that
another world existed.

But it does, and I want to be
a part in it again.

Is that too much to ask?

- Right or wrong are relative
things, Cassandra.

No, what you ask is not too much.

I am asking the same thing.

So we have a bond together,
you and I.

" So!

Frigid Cassandra has taken a lover.

You have denied me, yet you
have taken that boy.

Mr. Fallon, you have
defiled my hospitality.

I have given you refuge,

and you have become a
thief in my house.

Mantis, take them to the chapel.

- I don't have a key.

I don't have a key.

But I'll be back.

Now, I think they're headed...

- We are a cursed people, Cassandra.

You have never really understood.

You have never known how
much I have suffered.

To have a loved one locked away

in the darkness to rot in
the underworld.

But you shall.

Mr. Fallon shall be locked away
as my love has been.

And together, you and I, we
will mourn them.

We will -- Mantis!

- This is your day of reckoning,
Your Highness.

Mantis, stop him!

- I've told you that I will
kill you, sailor.

- Glorious, a glorious victory,
Mantis!

And now you, Mr. Fallon.

Make him do as I say, Mantis.

Show him the sarcophagus.

- Well, assist me!

We can't leave the poor fellow

lying there on the dungeon floor.

- Chain him.

Over there.

- Look around you, Mr. Fallon.

Fate has been very unjust.

I have been exiled to a
whole island,

but you have only this room.

You and the Countess.

Behind that door, Mr. Fallon.

She thinks it's her bridal chamber.

And in a way, it's yours also.

Goodbye, Mr. Fallon.

Come, Mantis.

- It was if I
had been buried alive.

At first the silence was deafening.

But the dungeon had a
voice all is own.

Timid little sounds that came
from the shadows.

They swelled to a tumultuous throng.

I closed my eyes and listened

to the symphony of the blackness.

But suddenly I was aware
of another sound.

A noise that had no place in this

concert from the tomb.

I prayed that she would be unable
to reach the latch.

For a moment, I thought my
prayers had been answered.

The hand withdrew
through the opening.

My imagination would not
permit me to visualize

what face belonged to that dead arm.

But as the Count had said,
it seemed that Fate

was destined to spare me nothing.

- Yes, Lorente, this will be
our happiest moment.

This will be a night to
relive again and again.

You've waited so long, my love.

But now I am yours, Lorente.

I am the Countess de Sade,

and you have to wait no longer.

You're still shy, my husband.

I'll remove my veil so that
nothing is between us.

My lips hunger for the
kiss of your love.

- I find it very commendable
that you're able

to perform your duties as a nurse,
Cassandra.

I had rather suspected to find you

in some corner bemoaning
your lost love.

- The wound is very serious, Mantis.

Use it as little as possible.

- Yes, that's right, Mantis, use it
as little as possible.

But first, we must get rid
of that pirate.

We can't leave him here, can we?

No, of course not.

Come, Mantis, drag him out.

This whole unsavory
business is becoming

quite unsightly to me.

- Was I worth waiting for, Lorente?

Have I made you happy?

- Countess?

Countess?

- Here, I am the Countess.

Why, it's Cassandra!

- I'm sorry, I had to kill her.

The Count is gone.

There'd be no one to
take care of her.

I couldn't let her suffer.

We must hurry, Fallon, now is
the time to escape!

Oh, Fallon, your hair!

Fallon, it must have been horrible.

- I came very close to becoming

a permanent occupant of this
dungeon, Cassandra.

In fact, I'm not certain
that I haven't

crossed that thin line that
separates the sanities.

- Not so, Fallon.

Now there's hope.

Now is our chance to escape,
let's take it.

Hurry, Fallon, there's little time.

- No
matter how far we ran,

the Castle de Sade
seemed ever close.

It became an inescapable
dominant part of the night.

- This is far enough.

He won' begin to search until
tomorrow morning.

We have an adequate head start.

- You're wrong, Fallon.

The search will begin tonight.

You hear them?

He's got the dogs.

- They've
picked up our scent.

They're headed this way.

Quickly, if we cross the stream,

maybe we can throw them off.

- They've crossed the stream.

We'll cross at the shallow end.

- They think we've
crossed the river.

We'll spend the night on this side.

Cassandra fell into

a deep sleep of exhaustion,

and through the night

I could hear the dogs as the Count
circled the island.

By dawn, they

seemed to be coming closer.

- I
knew in my heart

that escape was impossible.

The Count was drawing close.

Our reaction was one of panic.

We had to find a hiding place.

- Fool, you've let the dogs go!

Get up, 9%'! UP!

- I can't.

- Come back, come back!

Get up, I command you!

- I can't, I can't move any more.

- Very well, since you defy me,

I have no further use for you.

- I always do you what you say,
even die.

- Count!

Count de Sade.

- You can damn well go
to hell, Mr. Fallon.

- It's all over, Cassandra.

- Our safety
required some adjustment.

But as our fears faded,
impatience for

a ship to arrive mounted.

We were taken with a
feeling of exhilaration

that never left us.

After many years, there
was happiness

in the Castle of de Sade,

marred only by the death
of little Ann,

who had died from the ordeal of
the water torture.

But our wait turned out
to be a long one.

The days turned into months,
then to a full year.

But then it came, there
it was at last.

- Cassandra!

It's come at last!

It's anchored out here!

Hurry, Cassandra, hurry!

Come, Cassandra, it's here!

It's anchored out here, Cassandra.

- I'm sorry, Fallon.

- Sorry, Cassandra?

This is what we've been waiting for.

This is our hope.

This is our new beginning.

Come, let's don't miss it.

Come, come!

- My chest was
bursting with excitement.

In the thrill of the moment,
I'd given no thought

to Cassandra's sudden
change of attitude.

- Here, we're up here!

- Lepers.

Head back to the boat, men,
they're lepers!

- Captain!

Captain, come back!

- The
Captain's words

were ringing in my brain.

I could not believe
what I had heard.

Only when I looked into
Cassandra's face

did I know the truth.

Lepers.

- Haven't you noticed, Fallon?

The color of my skin, the
color of your own?

- How long have you known,
Cassandra.

- The first traces were months ago,
Fallon, I'm sorry.

- In the years
that have followed,

I have come to know what it means

to be conquered by the
Castle of de Sade.

I find myself hoping that a storm,

such as the one tonight,

will bring me a survivor
from the outside.

It's been so long since I've had
anyone to talk to.

And poor Cassandra, she's
become quite deranged.

Yes, I'm afraid the time has
come to put her away.