All language subtitles for The Crimson Cult English SPA

[SCREAMING]

[WHIP CRACKING]

[SCREAMING]

Stop!

Peter Manning...

Peter Manning...

Peter Manning...

I am Lavinia,

mother of mysteries,

keeper of the Black Secret.

Do you know me?

I know you.

Do you know
why you're here?I do.

Are you ready to sign?

I am.

Sign, then.

Rise, Peter Manning,

enter our world of darkness.

You know what
you have to do.

I do.

[SCREAMS]

The pact is done.

[GRUNTS]

ROBERT: Well,
it's not the first time

you've let us down
with deliveries, you know.

Only this time,
it's cost me money.

Yes. Yes, 1,000 pounds.

Well, I'll tell
you one thing,

it'll be a long time
before you work
for me again.

Well, that settled him.

Money or your life?

[GASPS]

It's all right,
spring blade.

But how did you know?

Well, I had a look
at it this morning.

You don't think I'd
have done that with
a real dagger, do you?

What's it used for?

Come here, my child,
and I will tell you.

This is a false bodkin.

It was used in
witch hunts. Now...

Ooh.

Now you see, if I'd
done that 300 years ago,

you would have been
burned at the stake.

Oh?

Yes. They'd
have probably
burned you anyway.

Yes, you see,
if a witch hunter

could stick
this into a woman
without drawing blood,

then she'd be
branded as a witch.

Do you think
this actual
thing was used?

Oh, yes.

Yes, without a doubt.

Well, what else
did Peter send?

There's a letter.Oh.

Shall I read it?Yes.

This is nice.
What's the date?

Ah, 1650...

It's a lovely piece.

These usually
come in pairs.

Is there another one?

What does he say?I don't understand
this. Listen,

"Dear, Bob, the good
stuff is getting harder
than ever to find.

"See what you can get
for the two pieces.

"I haven't been feeling
all that well and intend
to cut this trip short.

"Will be back
on Tuesday. Peter."

Well, what's wrong with that?

Look at the date,
it was written on the ninth.

Yes, that was what?
10 days ago.

Not like
Peter to be ill.

Tell you what,
ring this number,
0264122.

0264122....122.

Right.

Greymarshe.

It's funny.

What?

It's what you might
call my family seat,

my father
was born there.

His family lived
there for generations.

Oh, hello...
Who should I ask for?

Oh, Morley.

Is Mr. Morley
there, please?

Thank you.
He's being called.

Do you know him?

Morley, do you know him?

No, that must be one
of Peter's contacts.

Oh, hello,
is that Mr. Morley?

Just a moment, please,
I have a call for you.

Hello, Mr. Morley,

my name is Robert Manning,
I believe my brother's
staying with you.

Could I speak to him,
please? Manning. Yes.

His name is Peter Manning.

That's odd,
because we've just...

You are J.D. Morley
of Craxted Lodge?

I see.

Thank you anyway. Bye.

What's that all about?

He says he's
never been there.What?

He said he'd never
even heard of him.

Oh, what are we
going to do now?

I think I'll go down
to Craxted Lodge
and see this Mr. Morley.

Hey, what would
you like, sir?

Five, please.Do you want the regular,
super or supreme?

Supreme.Very well.

[WHISTLING]

How far is it
to Greymarshe,
do you know?

Greymarshe, sir?
Oh, yes.

You would want to go
straight down the road
to the end of the crossroads,

and then you turn left
then it's first on the right.

Anyway, you'll find
a signpost down there.

Thanks.

What are you, down
to celebrate, is it?

For what?

It's a celebration,
witches' night.

You get rockets,
fireworks, bonfires,
it's quite a spectacle.

That'll be one pound,
and seventy three, sir.

Yes, sir, some
witch or the other,
they burned there.

Of course,
it was outlawed
years ago, now,

but the locals
still keep up
the celebrations.

Oh, yeah?Thank you, sir.

Oh, that's
all right, thanks.

Oh, thank you very much,
sir, very nice of you.

Do you know
Craxted Lodge?

What's that, sir?Craxted Lodge, it's
somewhere in Greymarshe.

Oh yeah, I know
Craxted Lodge
all right, sir.

You get to Greymarshe,
you'll find it all right.

Thanks.

Craxted Lodge. Ha!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[CAR HONKING]

[LAUGHING]

Hold it, hold it,
what's all the panic?

No excitement.

I see naked girls being
chased through the bushes
every night of my life.

He's got a point, there,
but not a very big one.

Say, were you going to
take on the four of us?

Well, I hadn't really
thought about it.

Well, I think
you're very gallant.

To the victor
belongs the spoils
and that's the game.

Well, thank you,
but I'm not really
one of the players.

Tell me what's
this all about?

It's a rather sophisticated
kind of hide and seek.

Oh, I see. All good,
clean fun, eh?

Yeah, what else?Come on, I'm cold.

Listen, the
gates are locked.

How can I get my car
round to the house?

Round the back
as far as you can go.Okay, thank you.

And, sorry about that.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[ALL CHANTING INDISTINCTLY]

[SCREAMING]

Now!

One, two, three, go!

Right, you both know
the rules, no painting
below the belts. Ready?

On guard. Go.

[PEOPLE CHEERING]

Come on.

Go on.

Welcome to the party.

Would you
like a drink?Yes, please.

Are you with anybody?I'm not really
at the party.

What?I've come
to see Mr. Morley.

I'm sorry, I can't hear.

Mr. Morley!

I can't hear you,
you'd better come outside.

Before we go any
further, I'm Eve Morley,
who are you?

My name is
Robert Manning,
how do you do?

Morley...

It must be your husband
I've come to see.

No, my uncle.
Is he expecting you?

Not exactly, no.

Well, you'll find him
up the stairs, through
the door and on the right.

You will come back
to the party?

Well, I'd love to...

Oh!

Could you? Here.Don't be too long.

I'll try not to be.

Uh, excuse me?

Are you Mr. Morley?

Yes, I am. What
can I do for you?

My name is
Robert Manning.Manning...

Oh, yes, you're the
one who spoke to me on
the telephone this morning.

Yes, about my
brother, Peter.Yes, I remember.

Well, please
come in, Mr. Manning.

Thank you.

Sit down, won't you?

I'm afraid you had
a bit of a wasted
journey, Mr. Manning.

As I told you on the
telephone this morning,
I don't know your brother,

and he certainly
never stayed in this house.

I wondered if you
could help me with this?

Excuse me.

As you can see,
it's written
on your note paper

and dated 10 days ago.

Yes, it is.

Well, I think
I can explain that one.
You may not be aware of it,

but my niece has a
rather large circle of
somewhat peculiar friends.

Any one of them
could have taken this paper.

Frankly, I think
you've been made a
victim of a practical joke.

Not in very good taste,
I admit, but then,
these things do happen.

See, the odd thing is that

this is my
brother's handwriting.

Why, I'm sorry, Mr. Manning,
I... I can't explain it.

Well, thank you anyway,
hope I haven't been
too much trouble.

Certainly not, no trouble
at all, I'm sorry I couldn't
have been of more help.

Tell me, is there
a hotel in the village?

No, there isn't a hotel.
There is a pub though,
The Red Lion.

I think I'll stay
tonight and have
a look around tomorrow.

Do they have rooms
there? Do you know?

Well, they do, but
they're a little primitive.

As a matter of fact,
I don't think
you'd get in anyway.

This is one big night
of the year, here.

However, I've got
a better idea.

Why don't you come
and stay with us, here?Oh, no, I couldn't, really.

Oh, certainly, why not?
No problem, this house
has got plenty of rooms.

Anyway, I feel a slight sense
of responsibility for you.

After all, as you
rightly said, that letter
was written on my paper.

Well, it's very
kind of you.

You sure, it wouldn't
be too much trouble?

Of course not. Elder,

this gentleman
will be staying tonight.
Do you have any luggage?

Oh, yes, it's out
in the car, shall I...

No, no, no, no,
it's all right.
Elder will get it for you.

Car key?

Oh, it's open.

That's fine.

We'll see you
later at dinner.Yes, lovely.

Mr. Manning...

I think I ought to warn you
that my niece is giving some
sort of a party this evening,

she'll probably
drag you into it.

I think I already have been.

You know,
this is a very
interesting old house.

I don't know, it gets
a bit creepy sometimes.

It's a bit like
one of those old
houses in horror films.

Yeah, I know
what you mean,
as though,

Boris Karloff is
going to pop up
at any moment.

Here you are,
the grey room.
Do you like it?

Lovely.

Tell me, why do they
call it the grey room?

I don't know,
we just always have.

Should be called
the Tudor room.

Ever slept in
one of these?

Nope.

I wonder if it's
big enough for two.

[CHUCKLES]What's your
business, Mr. Manning?

Name's Bob. Antiques.

Well, the lodge
is full of them.Yes, I've noticed.

But, that's not
the reason I'm here.

I'm looking
for my brother,
Peter Manning.

Does that name
mean anything to you?

Peter Manning? No.

Well, he must be
around here somewhere.

And he said he'd
never heard of him.

Well, I hope
you find him.

I'll see you later.

Oh, let me know
if you find out.

What?If it is big enough for two.

[PEOPLE FROLICKING]

Graveyard...

So I see.

What's that for?

Do you mean
the electricity
goes out sometimes?

Oh, thank you for
bringing up my case.

This is a very special
night for us in this
part of the world.

The locals take it
very seriously.

I thought Guy Fawkes
was the traditional
night for burning.

EVE: In other parts
of England, it is.

But then, only
we have Lavinia.Lavinia?

Yes, the Black Witch
of Greymarshe.

Her full name
was Lavinia Morley.

She was my great aunt,
seven, eight, nine
times removed.

Does that make you
a witch as well?

It's not wise to joke
about such matters.

The devil is not
exactly noted

for his sense of humor...
And he never sleeps.

Over by my
favorite corner, Basil.

Then that will be all
for the moment.

John, why on Earth
didn't you come to dinner?

Oh, shall we say
an unexpected obstacle arose?

Eve, my dear.Mr. Manning,

I'd like you to meet
Professor Marsh.

John, this is Robert Manning.

How do you do?Manning? Manning...

That name rings a bell.

Do you have a family here?

Well, my family used
to live in Greymarshe
many years ago.

I knew I was right.

Well, John, if you
don't know what's going on
around here, nobody does.

Professor Marsh
is the acknowledged expert
on this part of the world.

Past, present...And future.

Elder, would you get
Professor Marsh a drink?

MARSH: Oh, don't
bother, Elder.
Just bring the glasses.

As a matter of fact,
I brought something
rather special

along with me tonight,

honor of the celebration.

I'll help myself.

Be careful of
this brandy, Elder.

It's as rare as
gold, but infinitely
more precious.

Thank you, Elder.

Good girl. Completely
wasted on women.

Well now,
what do you think of it?

It's marvelous, John.
Absolutely marvelous.

And you, Mr. Manning?

Yes, good stuff.

Good stuff?

Is that all you can
find to say about it?

What are you doing
in this part of
the country anyway?

Well, it seems that
Mr. Manning has come
here to trace his brother.

Yea, my brother Peter,
although 'trace' is
putting it a bit strongly.

I'm just looking for him.

I thought he might be
around here somewhere,
probably in the village.

Probably came down
to make a mockery
of our ceremony too.

No, I don't think so.

Although, from what
I've heard, it does
sound a little absurd.

Oh, really?

Well, let me tell
you, young man,

in spite of it sounding
a little absurd to you,

Lavinia's influence
has spanned the centuries.

Oh, she must have been
a woman of enormous
power and character.

Of course, she wasn't
guilty of the things of
which she stood accused.

Maintained her innocence
up to the very end.

But they didn't believe her
and burned her at the stake.

When they mocked her
as a witch, she cursed them,

cursed them
and their descendants.

Root and branch.

There's been good
reason to rue the
day they burned Lavinia.

Many people have died,
Mr. Manning.

Mysteriously, horribly.

There's always
been a link between
those who burned Lavinia

and those who died.

And there will be more.

Well, do you still want
to go to the burning?

Yes, why not?

Oh, good night,
Professor.

It's been very
interesting
talking to you.

We shall meet again.

[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]

ALL: [CHANTING]
Burn the witch.

[DRUM BEATING]

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

Burn the witch.

[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]

[PEOPLE WHOOPING]

[EXCLAIMS]

LAVINIA: Elder,
can you hear me?

Yes, I hear.

You did well
to bring me these.

There's more.

How much more?

The bodkin.

He brought it back?

He has.

Then, you must
fetch it, Elder.

It's not easy.

You can get it,
Elder, if you try.

I will.

Good.

Guilt.

Will I be free of the guilt?

Only part, Elder. Only part.

Now, go.

I was rather hoping
my brother might be there.
He's mad about fireworks.

I think if he'd been
staying at the village,
he wouldn't have missed it.

He might have been there.
There was such a crowd.

I don't think so

I think if he'd been there,
I would have seen him.

Well, this is my door,
yours is down there.

Huh? Yeah.

Well, see you
in the morning.

Good night.

Yes?

Get out.

Go, while you can.

What are you
talking about?

Just go before
it's too late.

The graveyard.

Elder!

A moonlight stroll,
Mr. Manning?

Perhaps we can
help the young
man in his search.

First of all, we'd
have to know what he's
looking for, wouldn't we?

[CHUCKLING]
That would be
most interesting.

Well, Elder mentioned
something about
a private graveyard,

so I thought
I'd come down
and have a look.

MORLEY: Aren't you
afraid of ghosts?No.

I believe
the dead stay dead.

You may find,
Mr. Manning, that

when the time comes
your skepticism is
rather a fragile shield.

I must admit, the
most extraordinary
things do happen

on the anniversary
of our burning
Lavinia's effigy

particularly
in the village,
children get upset,

people walk about
graveyards in the
middle of the night,

friends fight.Some die.

It's getting very cold.

I think we'd all
be the better for
a good, stiff drink.

Don't you think, John?

Splendid idea.

Well, after tonight,
there's not going to be
much more left of this, John.

All the best
things in life
are short lived.

Do you believe that,
Mr. Manning?

No, I don't.

I deal in
antiques, you see,

and I believe
that antiques
keep their beauty.

Mr. Manning is
quite young and has
a great deal to learn.

A decent appreciation
of a fine brandy, for example.

Mr. Manning, you said
something outside about

Elder telling you to
go to the cemetery?

Yes.

That's not all he said,
he told me to leave.

Oh?Yeah, his exact
words were

that I should
get out while
there was still time.

Really?

Get rid of him,
I've told you.

Well, I shall certainly speak
to him in the morning,

I must apologize
for his rudeness.

Oh, it's quite all right,
I didn't really take
him very seriously.

I'm afraid
he's a little...

To put it mildly.

I have a certain sense
of responsibility
for him, you know.

His father was one of
our tenant farmers.

The Elders have lived
on Morley property
for centuries.

About 10 years ago, his
father died in somewhat
tragic circumstances.

Elder had a sort of
nervous breakdown.

After that,
he couldn't go on
working on the farm,

so my father gave him
a job in the house.

But I won't have him
annoying my guests.

I shall have to
give him something
to do in the garden.

Why don't you
pension him off
and be done with it?

Oh, dear,
I wish I hadn't
brought it up now.

Well, thank you
for putting me
up, Mr. Morley.

But I've had rather a long
drive down and it has been
a rather hectic evening.

You won't think
me rude if I say
good night, turn in now?

My dear fellow,
of course not, you know
the way to your room.

Good night.
Good night, Professor.Good night there.

Are you going to be
in the neighborhood
for a few days?

Oh, yes I am.I have a rather
amusing little collection

you might be
interested in seeing.

Oh, really,
what do you collect?

Instruments of torture.

[GASPING]

PETER: Robert,
Robert, Robert...

Peter...

[LOUD RUMBLING]

Sign.

Sign!

Sign!

Sign!

No!

Good morning.Good morning.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I didn't sleep
very well last night.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.

I had a most incredible
nightmare last night.

Really?

Yes, I dreamt
I was at some sort
of witch's Sabbath.

And the odd thing is that
the witch in my dream

was exactly like the
one that we burned
on the bonfire last night.

It was so vivid.

Almost as though
it wasn't a dream at all,

as though it was
really happening.

Sounds to me
as if you'd been
slightly affected

by our local festivities.

Yes, possibly.

What are your
plans for today?

Well, I thought
I'd walk down
to the village,

make a few enquiries
about my brother

and if I can't
find out anything,

go back to town,
I suppose,
this evening.

Well, you're
welcome to stay here
as long as you like.

Oh, that's very
kind of you, I might
take you up on that.

Well, I've got a lot
of things to do.

I have to get on.
Will you excuse me?

Yes, of course.

It was very kind
of your uncle to ask
me to stay on here.

We're a very kind family.

Yes, I've noticed.

Tell me more
about your dream.
I'm very interested.

Well, it was a bit
confused, really.

I think it was some
sort of ceremony.

All sorts of odd
people there.

There was a goat,
I remember.

And, the witch
I told you about was
sitting on a kind of throne.

Oh, yes, and my
brother was there too.

Most peculiar.

What are you going
to do when you get
down to the village?

Well, I thought I'd make a few
enquiries about my brother.

I'll go to the police station,

find out if there's
been any accidents
or anything like that.

Then go to the pub,
various places.

Oh, are there
any antique shops
in the village?

Yes, there are two,
there's one in the High Street

and one by the memorial.

Thanks.

I must go.Oh.

Aren't you going to walk
down to the village with me?

No, I have to go to work.

Work?I'm typing
for Professor Marsh.

He's writing a book.What's the book about?

Oh, didn't you know?

He's one of the worlds leading
authorities on witchcraft.

I must go.
No, don't get up.
Finish your breakfast.

I'll see you later.Bye.

[GUNSHOT]

Keep still or I'll
break your neck.

Now, why were you
shooting at me?

I said, why were you
shooting at me?

What do you expect the man
to answer when you're
practically strangling him?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Oh, don't be a fool.
Let go of him.

Do you want to kill him?

He wasn't shooting at you.

Can't he speak
for himself?

Even under normal
circumstances, I'm afraid not.

He's a mute.

If he wasn't
shooting at me,

who was he shooting at?

Not who, what.

Quite harmless even
for the birds, I'm
afraid, this morning.

I don't know about
harmless, he nearly
blew my head off.

He can't speak for himself,
so I apologize for him.

Well, I suggest that you
don't give him any more
loaded guns to play with,

or he really
will kill somebody.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

ROBERT: It's me, Bob.

Hello.

Has Peter showed up yet?

No. Isn't he with you?

No, he's not.
Any mail from him?

No, nothing.

How are you doing?

Fine. That woman
came in for the clock.

Oh, how much
did you get for it?

Fifty pounds!

Not so bad.

Are you all right?
You sound strange.

Yes, I'm all right.
I've had a bad
night, that's all.

All right, I'll
see you soon. Bye.

Yeah, bye.

Did you find him?

Oh, hello. No.
Nobody's seen him,
nobody's heard of him.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.
Go back to town,
I suppose.

What does he look like?

Who, Peter?

Well, he's about as
tall as me, he's got
fair hair and blue eyes.

Oh, that's funny.
We had a man staying
here a couple of weeks ago.

He was tall and fair,
but his name wasn't
Peter Manning.

It was Bosper...

Dennis Bosper?Yes.

Of course. That's
the name he uses

when he doesn't
want people to
know he's a dealer.

We get things
cheaper that way.

Of course. Why didn't
I think of that before?

How long ago did
you say he was here?

About 10 days.

How long did he stay?

Two or three.
I didn't really
see much of him.

Oh, don't worry,
he's probably
gone home by now.

No, he's not.
I rang my secretary
while I was in the village.

She hasn't heard from him.

Well there's nothing
I can do about it tonight.

I'll sort it all out
in the morning.

Perhaps he's gone
off with some bird.
I'm going to bed.

Good night.

[MOANS]

Yes, I know. My room's
over there. Good night.

[SOFT TAPPING]

I must fetch the bodkin...

You're going to
tell me what's going
on in this house.

Now, what's the
matter with you?
What are you afraid of?

And what were you
doing in here?

Was it this
you were after?

It's all right,
I'm not going to hurt you.

[STUTTERING]
Bodkin... Give...

Not until after
you've told me
what I want to know.

I must fetch the bodkin.

My brother stayed
here, didn't he?
My brother Peter.

Dennis Bosper.
He stayed here,
didn't he?

I thought so.
In this room?

Where is he now?

What happened to him?

Tell me what
happened to him!

Dead...

Oh, Mr. Morley...Yes?

Could I have
a word with you?

Yes, by all means.
Go to the library.

I'll be with you
in a minute.

I see you're having
a look at my collection.

Yes.

That's quite an
interesting piece
you've got there.

We call it a bodkin.

One of a pair
actually. The other
was a fake, spring-loaded.

As a matter of fact,
it disappeared recently.

Disappeared?

Yes, I think someone
must have stolen it.
I really don't know.

It'll probably turn up soon.

Brandy?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Now, what was
it you wanted
to see me about?

My brother was
in this house.

We have been through
all this before...

Yes, you probably
knew him as Dennis Bosper.

Dennis Bosper?

Ah, yes. I do remember
somebody of that name.

He was here
about a week ago.

As a matter of fact
I sold him some silver.

I don't quite
understand though

why, if he was your
brother, he took all that
trouble to change his name.

Well, that's not important.
The point is, he was here,

and I want to know
what's happened to him.

Well, I've already told you
I haven't the slightest idea.

Elder told me
he was dead.

I think you must have
seen enough of Elder

to know that he
isn't entirely normal.

You really shouldn't
pay too much attention
to what he says.

Now, that may be,

but I'm sorry, Mr. Morley,
I'm not happy about this.

I think I should be
putting it into the
hands of the police.

By all means, do.

I just hope they can
be more help to you
than I've been.

Look, Mr. Manning,
if you take my advice,

you'll finish your
drink, go to bed, and
get a good night's sleep.

I'm quite sure this'll
all work itself out
in the morning.

Good night.

Good night.

[ECHOING]
Robert. Robert, I'm here.

[RUMBLING]

[ECHOING] Bring
in Robert Manning!

You are Robert Manning.
Are you prepared to sign?

[INAUDIBLE]

You will sign!

Sign!

POLICEMAN: Stop!

What are you up to?

You all right, sir?

You can't go walking
around in pajamas
on a night like this!

You'll catch your death.

I must have
been sleepwalking.

Here, you're bleeding.

That looks bad, sir.

Where are you staying,
up at the house?

Come on then,
I'll help you over there
and we'll get that arm fixed.

Come on, sir.

EVE: Who is it?

It's me, Bob.

Wait a minute.

What have you done?

You'd better come in.

Let me have a look.

Careful.

Oh.

Come over here
and I'll clean it up.

Better take off
your jacket.

How did you do this?

I don't know.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

Well, where have you been?

Down by the lake.

By the lake?
At this time of night?

I must have been
sleepwalking.

I found myself
down there.

Oh, you're shivering.

You'd better
get into bed
and keep warm.

I'll find something
to put around that.

I'm sorry to be
so much trouble.

Oh, that's all right.
This is a very deep cut.

I don't understand
how you could have
got this without knowing.

Do you know
it looks as though
you've been stabbed?

I think I was.

What do you mean,
you think?

You must know!

Well, I had this
dream again last night.

I dreamt I was back
in the same room,

and the witch had a knife
and she stabbed me.

Yes, but that
was only a dream.

Well, I'm not so sure.
You see, when I woke up,

I was down by the lake
and my arm was bleeding.

Have you
sleepwalked before?

No, never.

Okay?I'm afraid
that'll have to do.

[MOANS]Feel all right now?

Yes, fine, thanks.

Oh, this is a
comfortable bed.
I don't feel like moving.

Well, it's only
big enough for one.

Well then, where are
you going to sleep?

Come on, Bob,
you'd better go back
to your own room now.

I'm too ill to be moved.

Come on, Bob.
You must go
back to... Sorry.

Look here, I've got
a much better idea.

Hello, you're up
bright and early.

We haven't
opened up shop yet.

Oh, it's you, sir!

Didn't expect to
see you about today.
How are you feeling?

All right. Thanks.
Oh, and thank you for
helping me last night.

Yeah, that's
all right, sir.

What can I do for you?

I don't really know
where to start.

Try the beginning, sir.

All right.

As you know, I came
down to Greymarshe
to find my brother.

Oh, yes.
Mr. Manning.

Well, I found out that
he definitely stayed
two nights at the lodge,

and than he disappeared.

And that was over...
Over a week ago.

Well, do you want
me to list him
as a missing person?

No, I think he's still
around here somewhere.

Well, what makes
you think that then?

I don't know.
It's just a
feeling I've got.

Well, how can I help you?

Well, I think there's
something strange
going on up at the lodge,

and I'd like you
to come up there
with me.

Why?

Well, in the first place,

I found a secret
panel in my room

leading up to
a room in the loft.
Now, this room...

Oh, shouldn't worry
too much about that, sir.

Lots of old houses
around here have secret
passages, you know.

Anyhow, I can't go
up there without
a search warrant.

What would
Mr. Morley say?

Well, what about Elder,
the butler? He told me
my brother was dead.

[LAUGHING]

I shouldn't take
too much notice of
what Elder says, sir.

We don't in the village.
You know...

How do you account for
all that business last
night down by the lake?

I've never walked in my sleep
before in my life.

And how did I get
that cut on my arm?

That business
of the candle...

Are you all right, sir?What?

You didn't get
very much sleep
last night, did you?

Why don't you go on
back to the lodge

and get your feet up
for a couple of hours?

I think you'd feel
a lot better, you know.

Sergeant,
I'm all right.

I know there's
something wrong going
on up at that lodge.

And if you're not
going to help me, I'm
going to do it myself!

Do you know where
Professor Marsh lives?

It's the last house
in the village, sir.

The white one on the right.

Why, Manning, what
a delightful surprise.

After yesterday's
misunderstanding,

I hardly expected
to see you again.

Yes, I'm sorry
about that,

but it's just
that I don't
like being shot at.

Tell me, is Eve
around anywhere?

I'm afraid not.
She went to do
an errand for me,

and won't be back
for some tine.

Oh, it's probably
just as well.

Actually,
I came to see you.

Oh, of course.

I was going to show
you my collection.

Now, here,

an extraordinary
13th century...

I really didn't
come to see these.
I came to talk to you.

Oh.

Sit down, won't you?

Thank you.

I understand, you are
an authority on witchcraft.

Well, yes, I suppose I am.

Well, tell me, in witchcraft,

is there any
significance in writing
one's name in a book?

In blood?

Yes.

Oh, great significance.

Once you've done that,
you're trapped.

There's no turning back.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just that
these past two nights,

I've had the most
extraordinary dreams.

Nightmares really.

Tell me about them.

Well, they're not
very clear, really.

It seems as if there's
some sort of ceremony.

And there are all sorts
of odd people around.

There's a goat...

Ah, yes. The goat god.

The Great God Pan.

Eroticism.

Then there was
a man with antlers.

Herne the Hunter.

All traditional figures
going back to the
Middle Ages and beyond.

What I don't understand is

how a person like me,
that knows nothing
at all about witchcraft

can have dreams
in such detail.

But we all know
the subconscious mind

can play strange,
sometimes terrifying tricks.

The living bridge between
this world and the unknown.

Particularly in your case.

Did you realize
that you're the
linear descendant

of Jonathan Manning,

who was the principal
accuser of Lavinia at
her trial for witchcraft?

No, I didn't.Well, it remains a fact,

and it could have
great significance,

coupled with the fact
that you're the sole

surviving member
of the Manning family.

Apart from my brother.

Yes, your brother.

May I offer you a drink?

No, thanks. I really
must be going.

Oh, and thank you
for the information.

You'll forgive me
if I leave you to
find your own way out?

Yes, of course.

Oh, when Eve comes back,
could you tell her
I'd like to see her?

Yes.

Thank you. Bye.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late,
I got your message.

Listen, come upstairs,
there's something
I want to show you.

When I got back to my room
this morning, I found some
blood stains on the floor.

Blood?Yes, blood.

I thought it was mine.

Watch.

You really didn't know
about this, did you?

No, I promise.

Come on, I'll show you.

I saw all this
in my dream.

Oh, but that's impossible.

I tell you, I did.
It didn't look like this,

but this is the same
room, I'm sure of it.
And this was here.

There was a fire
in that forge.

There was a man
with antlers on his head.

And there was a goat.

Oh, don't be
so ridiculous.

Nobody's been
up here for years.

Well, just
look at the dust.

Yeah, and all
these cobwebs...

Eve...

These cobwebs are fake.

What?

They're made of a
rubber solution. I knew it!

I didn't dream this place,
I was brought here.

But why?

Let me think.

They wanted me
to sign a book.

I was sitting in this chair.

They brought the book over,

and I wouldn't sign it
because I knew that
if I did, they'd kill me.

Is this the book?

Yes, that's it!

Look.Peter Manning!

My brother was here.

That's his signature.

There must be some
meaning to all this.

I say, you should
ask my uncle.

I think he knows already.

What do you mean?

I'm not sure yet.

Look, what about
these names?

Do they mean
anything to you?

No.

Are there any village
records anywhere?

Oh, there must be.

Well, who would
know about that?

The vicar, I suppose.

Look, I've got to have
another look round. You
go down to the village,

and see if you
could find out who
these people were.

Be careful.

Oh, and remember,
don't say anything
to your uncle.

Yes, I think we
might be able to
help you, Miss Morley.

It's very important.

I'm sure it must be,
for you to call at
this hour of the night.

All their names,
I think you said...

Yes, the names
of all those
at her trial.

Yes. Well, 1652
will be the year you want.

[SIGHS]

1652...

Here we are.

"January the 25th.
On this day was put to death

"Lavinia Morley,
accused and proved
to be a witch."

And that's all it says?

It's the only entry
in the parish register.

Of course, we do have
an account of trials here.

There might be
something in that.

Is there anything else?

Afraid not. Oh, unless...

My predecessor collected
all sorts of bits and pieces.

He was going to write
a history of the parish.
He never did though.

I'm afraid that's
not it. That's not it.

Bless my soul,
this may be what
you're looking for.

[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

"An exact and perfect
relation of the life
and devilish practices

"of Lavinia Morley."Uh-huh.

Look, the names
of the accusers.

Elder's name.

Where did you
get that list?

It's rather extraordinary.

We found a secret
passage at the house.

Sergeant, you'd
better come up to
the lodge right away.

Oh, not that again.

Look, I've found
Elder's body
in the loft.

Body?Yes, and I've
found this, too.

It's my brother's
identity bracelet.

All right, sir,
this is a CID matter.

I'll get on to them
right away and I'll
follow you up there.

Eve!

Eve, dear, have you
got a moment to spare?

Yes, of course.I'd like to have
a chat with you.

[EVE SCREAMING]

And I shall see
the curse fulfilled.

But you,
descendant of Lavinia,

blood of her blood,

you have betrayed us.

Your life shall be forfeit.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

This is the vicar here.

Oh, good evening, Vicar.

I just hope
the information
that I sent you

will be of help to you
in writing your book.

What information?

Well, Miss Morley's
just been here.

Eve, yes.

You didn't send her?

Certainly not.

Well, she told me
the most amazing stories

about Craxted Lodge.

You mean you didn't know
about the witch room?

You say the entrance
is in the grey room?

Thank you very
much. Goodbye.

Basil, get the car.

[CAR APPROACHING]

ROBERT: Eve!

Eve!

A Manning
and a Morley.

A fitting tribute.

Now it is complete.

Lavinia,

this child has betrayed
the trust I placed in her.

She's no longer worthy
to bear your name.

Therefore, I offer
you her blood.

[SIREN WAILING]

He was mad.

For years, I suspected
he had a split mind.

He thought
he was a warlock.

Sworn to destroy
the descendants of
poor Lavinia's accusers.

But how was he
doing all this?

I mean, how did he
get me up to that room
and induce those dreams?

Hypnotism.

I knew about
the existence of
the witch's room.

I realized that once
Morley knew that you
and Robert had been there,

he was bound to destroy you.

You were the last
of the Manning line.

The lest chance
I had to force Morley
to give himself away.

Here, look!
High on the roof, here.

[SHOUTING]

[FIRE ROARING]

[CACKLING]

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