All language subtitles for Cry Of The Werewolf English

Last personally conducted tour
of the museum for the day,

starting immediately.

The finest collection of occult
and supernatural manifestations

ever gathered
beneath one roof.

Lectures on werewolfism,
vampirism, and Voodooism.

Hear for yourselves
the amazing story

of the long-lost Marie La Tour.

Dr Charles Morris,

the renowned director
of this museum,

has devoted his life

to gathering
this authentic material.

Now, if you will kindly
follow me, ladies and gentlemen.

Please keep as close together
as possible.

There's much to be seen,
more to be heard,

and plenty to imagine.

(QUIET CHATTERING)

Everyone is familiar
with the legend of vampirism.

How the victim exists on
after death,

seeking out
some new victim each night,

insatiable for the blood
of mortals.

This room is modelled
upon an ancient description

of some vampire's nest.

In such a place as this,
the infamous victims

rested during the daylight hours,

rising at dusk
to seek out some new victim

to appease their craving
for human blood.

(MURMURING)

The skeleton
in the coffin here

illustrates
the prescribed method

of doing away
with a vampire.

A wooden stake is driven
through the vampire's heart

while the creature sleeps
in some dank cavern

during the daylight hours.

We will now proceed
to the Voodoo Room.

Now, may i have your attention,
ladies and gentlemen, please?

As you will notice,
this room is reserved

for the mysteries
of the Voodoo.

These are all
actual photographs,

enlarged to show some
of the mysterious practices

of this strange cult.

These pictures were all taken
by Dr Morris

on one of his many expeditions
to the West Indies,

where Voodooism
is widely practised

by some of the natives.

Here is a real-life photograph
of a mysterious rite.

By some strange power,
the soul of one human being

is projected
into the body of another.

Sometimes this exchange is made
between humans and animals.

The secret
of this mysterious rite

has never been disclosed,

but here is
actual photographed evidence

that the practice
really exists.

Dr Morris actually witnessed
this extraordinary rite.

He carried with him
a hidden camera.

Had it been discovered,
Dr Morris would have been Killed.

Ladies and gentlemen,
photographs do not lie.

(MURMURING)

If you'll follow me, please.

(QUIET CHATTERING)

You will observe evidence showing
that the former occupant of this room

was a woman of rare refinement
and unique taste.

Everything has been kept
just as it was

on the day she disappeared.

A red letter day
in the life of her family.

A woman of mystery.

She was the mistress
of this house,

and her name
was Marie La Tour.

And she was a werewolf.

The tradition of werewolves
and vampires dates back

almost to the world's
earliest recorded history.

Of the two, the werewolf
is perhaps the most horrible

because the instinct for evil
is so strong

that they willingly
and cunningly

assume the shape of a beast
in order to Kill.

It was during those times
that farmers complained

of seeing a wolf
with flashing eyes

that killed
their cattle and sheep.

Every effort was made
to track the creature down,

but it was George La Tour
who learned the truth at last.

He discovered the muddy
footprints of an animal

leading to his house.

He followed them...

to his wife's room.

(GEORGE SCREAMING)

The servants upstairs,
hearing screams, rushed up

and found their master's
mangled body.

Over him stood
a terrible animal

with flaming, dripping jaws.

This creature, seeing them,

turned and fled
through a window.

Ladies and gentlemen,
that creature,

that thing,

was Marie La Tour.

She's never been seen from
that day to this.

No-one knows
what became of her.

This room has been kept
just as she left it.

The clock on the mantle there
has never struck the hour since.

The hands are stopped
on the exact moment

she struck her husband down.

Well, you've heard her story,
seen her effects,

now here is her picture.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Marie La Tour.

(BELL RINGING)

Well, that's the signal
for the closing of the museum.

Thank you for your attention,
ladies and gentlemen.

Please tell your friends
about us.

Good night.

VISITORS:
Good night.

(CHATTERING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Good evening, Jan.

DR MORRIS:
Come in.

Well, what is it, Jan?

I wanted to ask you if i might
leave early tonight, Dr Morris.

Peter said he would
lock up for me.

Oh, that'll be all right, Jan.

I expect to be working late
tonight myself.

Thank you, sir.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

No, no. I will break bread
with you later,

when i've delivered
my message to the princess.

So, Comrade Spavero,
you have come at last.

We were expecting you.

Greetings, Old One.

I came as soon as i could.

I have news for the princess.

Enter.

Here is Jan Spavero, Princess.

He says he has news.

Tell me your news.
Is it good or bad?

The news is not good,
my princess.

Then out with it, dawdler.

Bad news does not
improve with keeping.

The secret of your
mother's grave is known.

Dr Morris at the museum
has found it.

- What? He has dared...
- When does this happen?

Only last week, my princess.

No-one but he knows this.
As yet.

He's preparing a manuscript.
A book.

- The life story of...
- You needn't say any more.

The life story
of the La Tours

will never be told
by an unbeliever.

To that, I give oath.

Dr Morris" manuscript
will never be published.

Yes, my child.

Your future is written,
your path is plain.

You will follow it.

PETER: The last personally
conducted tour

of the museum for the day,
starting immediately.

Lectures on werewolfism,
vampirism, and Voodooism.

Hear for yourselves
the amazing story

of the long-lost Marie La Tour.

Now, if you will kindly
follow me, ladies and gentlemen.

Please keep as close together
as possible.

There's much to be seen,
more to be heard

and plenty to imagine.

(QUIET CHATTERING)

(CLICKING)

(CREAKING)

You're going to meet Bob,
Miss Elsa?

Yes. His plane is due
in half an hour.

Well, I'll certainly
be glad to see him.

We all will.

Ready, Dr Morris?

Oh. Well, hello, Elsa.

- The plane's... The plane's on time, then?
- Uh-huh.

Nine fifty-seven.

I'm... I'm afraid i'll have to send you
to the airport alone.

Something rather important
will keep me here.

But, Dr Morris,
you haven't seen Bob

-for nearly a year.
- No.

He'll be terribly disappointed.

It's only a matter of minutes,
an hour at most.

When he finds you
waiting for him,

he won't even miss
his father.

Oh, you know that isn't so.

Bob only thinks of me
as his sister.

(CHUCKLING) Should i give
the young man a talking-to?

Oh, no.

No, he mustn't think that ...

- DR MORRIS: What's the matter?
- ELSA: There.

There, on the desk.

Where did you get that?

It's a devil doll.

Yes, it's a devil doll.

You recognise it, Elsa?

It isn't like the ones
we have in the Voodoo Room.

This one is from
the old country, I should judge.

Yes, I know.

I saw one like that
in my village

when i was a little girl.

It was always a warning.

A warning of death.

Yes, I know.

I found it here
when i got back from dinner.

(CHUCKLING)

But it's nothing
to be upset about.

Obviously it was, er...

left here as a joke, or...

or perhaps a contribution
to the museum.

Dr Morris, is someone
threatening your life?

I hardly think so,
but i'm not quite sure yet.

I'm on the verge
of a most interesting discovery.

A discovery to answer
a lot of unanswered questions.

It may even have
something to do with this.

But i hardly think so.

- Anyway, I'll know for certain tonight.
-(DIALLING)

- Whom you are phoning?
- The police.

No, Elsa.
This is a matter for science,

not for the police.

But, Dr Morris, if someone
is threatening your life...

For thirty years, I've built
towards something like this,

and i'm just selfish enough
to want all the credit

for the discovery,
if it is a discovery,

for myself.

Well, all right.

What do you want me
to tell Bob, then?

Tell him i had
a most important engagement

that couldn't possibly wait.

I might almost call it
a rendezvous with fate.

Tell him it has something to do
with why i sent for him.

Oh, now... Now, be a good girl
and go along

or you'll miss the plane.

All right, Doctor.
I'll do as you say.

I'll be waiting for you both
with news, great news,

when you get back.

Good evening, Doctor.

Oh, you're still here, Peter.

...thought you'd gone.

I couldn't go
till i'd fed Minnie, sir.

She's been acting up.
Hiding on me.

I couldn't find her.

I guess she's getting scared
of her own shadow.

Maybe she listens
to your lectures.

(CHUCKLING)

You know, sometimes i begin
to believe some of that stuff myself.

A lot of it's true.

Well, good night, Peter.
Don't forget to lock the front door.

I won't, sir.

Good night.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(MIAOWING)

Hey.

What's eating you?

Kitty, kitty.

Kitty, Kitty, kitty.

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty,
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...

(MAN SCREAMING)

Dr Morris, is that you?

Dr Morris, where are you?

Dr Morris?

Dr Morris, where are you?

Answer me!

(WOLF HOWLING)

(WOLF HOWLING)

Dr Morris?

Dr Morris, where are you?

Answer me!

Dr Morris?

Dr Morris, where are you?

Answer me!

Hey, look.
Minnie didn't finish her supper.

Hey, Dad. I'm back.

Dad?

Well, he's not here.

But he must be
somewhere about.

There's a fresh fire
on the grate.

Oh, look, Bob.

I'm sure those are pages
from your father's manuscript.

Well, so what?

Dad isn't the first author
to burn the stuff he's written.

Wonder where he can be?

(HISSING)

I'll stake me record on it.
No-one has left this house

unless he went out the back way.

But Elsa said he spoke of
having a very important engagement.

From the way he talked,
the appointment was here in the museum.

Yes, and the doctor would
never go out the back way.

Besides, what's become of Peter?
He's not here either.

You think i should
turn in an alarm?

No. Let's give the building
a thorough going-over first.

We'd feel pretty silly
if he were here all the time.

-(MUMBLING SOUND)
- Ssh!

I think i hear something.

Sounds like it's in there.

PETER:
Minnie. Minnie, Minnie.

Minnie, Minnie.

Kitty, kitty.

(GASPING)

Minnie, Minnie.

Kitty, kitty.

Minnie. Minnie, Minnie.

- Peter!
- Minnie, Minnie.

(SIREN WINDING DOWN)

That's as much as we know.

Nothing was touched
until you arrived.

And you say, Miss Chauvet,
that the fire wasn't burning

-when you talked to Dr Morris.
- No, it was not.

Elsa poured water on it
trying to save

what was left of Dad's notes.

I'm afraid
it didn't save much.

Yes. It looks
like they're past restoring.

Any idea what was in 'em?

I think so.

Dad was writing a history
on Marie La Tour.

I believed these
were his reference notes.

A week ago, he wired me
asking me to come home.

He hinted it was
something important, but...

he didn't go beyond that.

Now, Miss Chauvet,
you say that Dr Morris told you

he was on the verge
of an important discovery.

- Yes.
- And you think it has something to do

with the woman that
used to live in this house,

a woman who's supposed
to be a vampire or something.

Marie La Tour.
Yes, she was a werewolf.

Oh, yes, a werewolf.

Mr Morris, you're a scientist,
tell me the truth.

Do you believe
any of that silly stuff?

I don't know, Lieutenant.

As a scientist,
I'm only supposed to believe

that which can be
proven in the laboratory.

But my father
was Killed here tonight,

under strange
and desperate circumstances.

I think maybe he knew something
about some of that "silly stuff".

Well, of course,
when the coroner's jury

gets a medical report
that death was caused

by the attack of an animal
or animals unknown,

they're not gonna point
to anything supernatural.

But, Lieutenant,
no ordinary animal

deliberately set fire
to those notes.

I'll admit there are
some peculiar things

about this case
that haven't been cleared up.

We'll keep our eye on that guide,
in case his mind clears

and we can ask him
some questions, but...

the police department
hasn't got time

to chase a lot of things
that don't exist.

I never heard of a wolf
that could strike a match.

Here's that devil doll
you were tellin' me about.

- Where did you find it?
- It was with the body.

The boys have stopped diggin'
in that secret passage, Lieutenant.

They can't find nothin'.

I guess that's about
all we can do till the inquest.

I'll leave a man on guard
for a few days.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oh, do you mind?

Hello?

Speaking.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Have to go over
to the police laboratory.

I'll see you both later.

Come on, Homer.

Hey, Chief. You gonna call
the boys off the case?

Not now. Homer, looks like
you're in for a little detective work.

- No kiddin'?
- Yeah.

- There's more here than meets the eye.
- What do you mean by that?

That phone call was from Pinkie,
over in the lab.

They found a woman's fingerprints
all over that secret door.

- On the inside.
- Yeah?

Can you tell what they are?

Are these really the hairs that were
from the dead man's hand?

That's what the doc says.

He found 'em
under the fingernails.

Well, as near
as i can figure out,

they came from the body
of a wolf.

That makes you happy?

Well, maybe it does.

Maybe we've been underrating
a certain young lady.

Homer, wire for a rush answer
on those fingerprints.

Then, we're goin' over
to the museum

and have a talk
with Miss Elsa Chauvet.

We can't have any doors
or windows open.

The slightest breath of air

will crumble those pages
into powder.

Can you stand it?
I'll go without breathing

if it'll help find out
who Killed your father.

You may have to.

Look.

See what i mean?

This is gonna be tough.

Inside this burned heap of paper

is the answer
to what we want to know.

To what your father
was seeking when...

Oh, Bob, it frightens me
to think of what we might find out.

Ah, we'll cross that little bridge
when we come to it.

Right now, I'm only interested in
getting this old machine together.

Do you really think
that it can photograph the...

the letters on burned paper?

Well, if we can get
those charred pages

to stay in one piece
long enough.

You know, it's amazing
what infrared can do.

Wait till i make sure
she's here.

I'll give you the high sign
from the porch.

Hey, Chief,
give me that again.

I'm supposed to go through her apartment
and pick out something

-with her fingerprints on it.
- Yeah, her passport.

The girl was born in Europe,
so she's gotta have a passport.

- The fingerprints are on it.
- I get it.

She was born in Europe, then.

- Miss Chauvet inside?
- Yes, Lieutenant. Mr Morris too.

The rest of the help are down
the D.A.'s office answering questions.

Good.

(WHISTLING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Hey!

I wish you'd knock
before you come

barging into
a laboratory that way.

When you opened that door,
you scattered a full page of Dad's notes

into a million pieces.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realise you were
workin' on something.

I just dropped by to tell you
i got a new lead.

You mean you're not gonna
close the case?

That's right.
There's too many questions

that haven't been answered.

For instance,
how did a woman's fingerprints

get on the inside
of that secret panel

in the Marie La Tour room?

A woman's fingerprints?

Yeah.
We're checkin' 'em now.

Am i interfering
with your work?

No, not at all.

Say, Bob,

what is your job in Washington?

Chemical research
for the government.

That's fine, Elsa. Just...

Just touch the brush
to the edges.

Then only the little pieces'll
break off when you take it away.

Miss Chauvet, where did you
say you were born?

In Transylvania.

A little village
in the mountains named Ungvar.

And do they have werewolves
in Transylvania?

Well, there were many legends
about werewolves.

I never actually saw any.

Although there were people
in my village

who claimed
they had seen them.

Where did you meet Dr Morris?

He came to our village

to investigate the background
of Marie La Tour.

My father
was magistrate there.

He asked Dr Morris
to bring me to America.

He said there would be
a lot of trouble in Europe.

How long ago was that?

Seven years ago.

What the matter, Lieutenant?

Do you think maybe Elsa's
a werewolf in her spare time?

Oh, no. I was just thinking
it's funny that...

that secret passage
has been there all these years

and nobody found it
but Dr Morris.

-(KNOCKING)
- Come in.

You're wanted on the telephone,
Lieutenant.

I'll let you know when I find out
about those fingerprints.

Yeah.

All right, Homer,
just so you got it.

Is Pinkie checking
those fingerprints

against the ones we found
inside that secret passage?

Good.

If they turn out the way
i think they'll turn out,

we can close this case
in a hurry.

- Yeah.
-(DOOR CREAKING)

Yeah,
I got an idea who did it.

Come out of there,
or do you wanna be carried out?

Now, give it to me fast.

What were you doin'
snhoopin' around in that closet?

I work here.
I'm Jan Spavero, the janitor.

Oh, yeah. I remember you.

That's not the broom closet, Jan.
What were you doin' in there?

Since what happened
to Dr Morris, I'm afraid.

I heard the policeman come
to answer the telephone, and i hid.

That's a good way
to attract suspicion.

Have you been
to the D.A."s office yet?

All morning, I answer questions.

- Then i come here to do my work.
- Well, I guess you can go home.

There's nothing to do
around here for a while.

This place is closed temporarily.

Oh, just a minute.

Do you believe in werewolves?

I...

Well, there are legends,
superstitions in my country.

Transylvania?

Yes.

How did you know?

Well, it's my business
to know.

Go ahead.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

What?!

Well, tell him to check 'em again.
Those fingerprints have gotta match.

Pinkie says they don't.

You can't pin it
on the Chauvet girl

if the fingerprints don't jibe.

But she's the only woman
that knew about that inside passage.

Yeah, you don't have to tell me.

We're right back
where we were before.

All right, I'll come over.

(REPLACING RECEIVER)

You must be wrong, Pinkie.
You gotta be wrong.

- That girl is the only...
- I know, Lieutenant,

but all i can tell you
is what the fingerprints show.

They don't belong
to the Chauvet woman.

Well, let's have another look.

- Homer, pull down that shade.
- Yes, sir.

All right.
You can see for yourself.

Prints don't jibe.

Ah. There you are.

What'd i tell ya?

I never did think
that nice girl coulda done it.

"That nice girl" could have
had an accomplice, couldn't she?

And i've got a pretty good idea
who it was.

He comes from the same country
as the Chauvet girl.

- What are you gonna do, Chief?
- What do you think?

Yeah, that's what i thought.

Well, we've got two pages

of slightly scrambled notes
on these negatives.

I'll take 'em home
and develop 'em.

At this rate,
we'll have some real evidence

in about six months.

Well, let's call it a night.

Wait until i get my purse.

You don't think
i'm silly in believing

that there's
something supernatural

about your father's death,
do you, Bob?

I wouldn't be trying
to restore Dad's notes if i did.

So far, it's the only explanation
that makes sense.

Yes. If all this had happened
in my home village,

the people there,
they would be sure of it.

And i'm as convinced
that your father

made some startling discovery
regarding Marie La Tour

as i am that
we're here together now.

Elsa, I...
I've been meaning to ask you.

Do you wanna stay on
at the museum?

Oh, I hadn't thought
that far ahead.

Do you know
that you just called me Elsa?

- Did i?
- Uh-huh.

What happened to "sis"?

I had to check her
off the list.

She grew up
and became a very pretty girl...

-named Elsa Chauvet.
- Oh. (CHUCKLING)

And what have you done
about Elsa?

Oh, I gave her two weeks
to make up her mind.

To do what?

To come back to Washington
with me as Mrs Robert Morris.

Oh, Elsa doesn't need two weeks.

Her mind is made up right now.

You mean you'll go with me?

Anywhere in the world, darling.

That's all i wanted to know.

What am i waiting for?

(EXHALING)

(GROWLING)

(HISSING)

Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

Where are ya, kitty?

Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

(CAT WHIMPERING)

(HISSING)

DONEGAN:
Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

(CAT GROWLING)

Kitty, Kitty, kitty.

Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

There you are.

So you got shut in, huh?

Come on.

Come on.

There now. Is that better?

You were kinda scared
in there all alone, weren't ya?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

LANE:
Okay.

Professor, you're sure
you didn't touch anything

when you came in this morning?

Not a thing, Lieutenant.

I took one look
and notified you.

After i let the cat out,
I never went near this room.

I can believe it. Donegan. You were
probably catching a little shut-eye.

Oh, I've got insomnia, Lieutenant.
You know that.

I couldn't sleep if i wanted to.

That don't keep you from tryin'.

Well, boys, it looks like we got
somethin' to go on this time.

- Right, Homer?
- Huh? Oh, yeah. Right, Chief.

Hurry up, Pinkie,
and develop those pictures.

PINKIE:
Right.

Whoever destroyed
these notes

put that handprint
on the door.

Whoever left the handprint
killed Dr Morris.

Sorry, Miss Chauvet,
to debunk your little story

about a werewolf
being the Killer.

The real Killer
had hands and feet,

and he walked with a limp.

- You believe that the janitor's...?
- It's more than a belief, Miss Chauvet.

That handprint will prove
that Jan Spavero is our man.

Right, Pinkie?

Yeah.

He musta had a lot of fun
in here last night,

tossing all this
black confetti around.

LANE: Well, you can call it
"fun" if you want to, Pinkie,

but Spavero must have been
pretty anxious to get rid of these notes.

He put his head right into
a nice little noose to do it.

Let's go, boys.

They will not find me,
I swear it.

- The police are stupid.
- Not so stupid as one

who leaves his handprint
behind him on the wall.

And they will find you, Jan.

They will find you
and they will make you talk.

No, no.
No, no, I swear they will not.

I shall go away
and never come back.

I've spoken with the elders
of the tribe, Jan.

They have decided.

You promised that if i served
you faithfully, my princess...

Does one keep promises to fools
who bring the police down upon our heads?

Silence, Old One!

Bianca!

Leave us.

This much i will promise you, Jan.

You will lie
with your ancestors

in the ground
selected by my mother.

No.

No!

(HOWLING)

(GROWLING)

(JAN SCREAMING)

(WEREWOLF HOWLING)

(SOBBING)

Weep, child, weep.

You cannot help the things
that have been,

or the things that must be.

It is your destiny.

You are our high priestess.

The welfare of our tribe
is in your keeping.

It was ordained so
by your mother

when she placed you
in my care.

You are the daughter
of a werewolf.

"Daughter of a werewolf."

I am the daughter
of a werewolf.

I like to keep
my own private record

of everything
pertaining to a case.

My wife pastes them
in a scrapbook.

Then i got something
to show my kids.

What makes you think
that timber wolves

that some drunken farmer
thinks he saw

have got anything
to do with this case?

Well, Dr Morris was killed by an
animal or animals unknown, wasn't he?

Or by a certain Jan Spavero,

who tried to make it look
like the work of an animal.

I wonder what's keepin' Pinkie.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Speaking.

You did?

Where?

I'll be right over.

Come on.
They've located Spavero.

Oh, boy, have i got
some questions to ask him.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.
He's over at the morgue.

Ripped to death by a wolf.

One more question, Princess.

Did you have any knowledge
that this man, Spavero,

was wanted by the police
when he came to you

begging the hospitality
of your tribe?

As has been told you,

Jan Spavero was not a member
of our tribe.

His identity was discovered
a day after he'd been with us.

When he was told
that he must go,

he protested his innocence,
but he left.

The next we knew of him
was when he was found dead.

That'll be all, Princess.
You're excused.

Thank you.

(INAUDIBLE WHISPERING)

One moment please, Princess.

Mr Morris wishes to ask you
a few questions for general information.

BOB: I have here, Princess,
certain notes

that my father had made
in preparing a book.

They're rather fragmentary,

but you may be able to help me
piece them together,

for whatever bearing
they might have on the case.

The notes refer
to a certain tribe of Gypsies

called the Troiga.

Have you ever heard
of such a tribe?

That's the name of my tribe,
Mr Morris.

Is it true that your people
are bound together

by tradition and belief

that they'll be together
in death as well as in life?

There are many things
about my people

which may seem strange to you.

We do believe that death
will bring us together

and keep us together
eternally.

For eleven months, my people roam
the roads and country lanes of this land,

selling toys and trinkets.

Then, at this season of the year,

they gather from everywhere
to meet and mingle together,

to break the bread of friendship
with one another,

to court new sweethearts,
to marry,

to... to christen their babies,
and to bury their dead.

Burying your dead
once a year,

is that one of the superstitions
of your people?

What you call superstition,
we call religion.

I see.

I wonder if you do.

Why does your tribe
always return

to this particular place,
Princess?

It's tradition.

In some countries,
the body is burned.

In our treasured ground,
it is buried.

But only on the twelfth month,

during the feast
of life and death.

Has that tradition existed
only since Marie La Tour

joined the Troiga tribe,
Princess?

Marie La Tour?

BOB: Yes.
My father traced her to your tribe.

It's here in his notes.
Have you never heard of her?

Marie La Tour...

Was she a member
of your tribe?

(MOANING)

(WAILING)

(ALL MURMURING)

(GAVEL BANGING)

The meeting is recessed.

(CHATTERING)

(TRAFFIC PASSING)

(BIRDS SINGING)

(SOLEMN ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

How do you do, sir?

Adamson & Sons
are at your service.

I'd like to speak to Mr Adamson
or one of the sons.

Mr Adamson is dead.

I'm the last of the sons.

- Is this a professional call?
- Well, not exactly.

- The... The name is Morris.
- How do you do?

I'm doing some research
on a Gypsy tribe

-called the Troiga.
- Oh, yes.

I'm told that they
ship their dead here,

and then the living members gather
from all over the country,

about this time of year,
for one great funeral.

True. True, Mr Morris.

We have refrigerated vaults
in the basement,

and the deceased are kept there
until the time for the funeral.

Would you excuse me a moment
while i switch off the electric organ?

You, er, probably have records of when
this temporary burial practice began.

Records of the early
Gypsy families.

I wonder if i might see them.
You see, I'm looking for a certain woman

known to have joined the tribe
many years ago.

I'm sorry, Mr Morris.
Professional ethics.

The Troiga
are very secretive.

They send us their dead,
we keep them,

on ice, of course,

and then they come
and take them away.

Those old records
are stored in the basement.

No-one is allowed
to see them.

Do you know,
I, myself, am not certain

where the Troiga Gypsies
finally bury their dead.

I believe they have some
sort of secret burial ground.

-(DOORBELL BUZZING)
- Oh, I'll have to leave you now.

Someone's being delivered
at the service entrance.

I'm sorry i couldn't be
of more help to you.

If you care to wait,

I'll give you
what information i can.

Thank you, Mr Adamson.
You're very kind.

Good. Good, Mr Morris.

I'll be back soon.
Just make yourself at home.

Books, magazines.

What a coincidence.

Some of the Troiga Gypsies
are here now.

Speak of the devil.
(CHUCKLING)

Felicitari, Princess.

- Felicitari, Mr Adamson.
- Felicitari.

Who is it this time?

A dear comrade, Jan Spavero.

"Jan Spavero."

Speaking of names,
your tribe is attracting

quite a bit
of scientific interest.

Yes, there's a young man
here now

asking about the history
and customs of the Troiga.

- It seems he's doing some research...
- What's his name?

Morris. Yes, that's it.
Mr Morris.

I never forget a name.

I can't remember faces,
but i never forget a name.

- You say he's here now?
- Yes.

Yes, he asked to see the
records of the dead from your tribe.

Naturally, I refused,
but he's waiting.

I promised to do
all i could for him.

Oh... Oh, that's all right.
You can leave it there.

I'll take care of Mr Spavero.

Please, Mr Adamson,
not so loud.

What's that?

Oh, nothing.

There's nobody here
but myself.

Mr Morris
is in the reception room.

I should like very much
to meet Mr Morris.

Fine. He's quite
an interesting character.

Talks a lot.

We'll have to go upfront anyway
to sign the papers.

I know Mr Morris
will be delighted.

Such an earnest young man.
So eager.

(RUMBLING)

Oh, Mr Morris.

Oh, I say...

Hello?

Where is Mr Morris?

Mr Morris?

Have you gone?

Isn't that strange?

He said specifically
he would wait.

(THUDDING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

Oh, there you are, Mr Morris.
I've been looking all over for you.

Have you, Princess?

Yes.

I had difficulty finding you.

I'm sorry. I...

I didn't know.

I've been spending
some very interesting moments.

Mr Adamson tells me you're here
trying to learn more about our tribe.

That's right. I...

I find your customs completely
fascinating, Princess.

Well, perhaps i could help you
to understand them better.

Perhaps.

ADAMSON:
There you two are!

And chatting
just like old friends.

My, my.
I thought you both had gone.

We were just going, Mr Adamson.

If Mr Morris will drive me
back to camp,

I promise to tell him
many things

about the customs
of my tribe.

You're very Kind, Princess.

That's much more
than i expected.

It isn't Kindness, Mr Morris.

It's because i like you.

Anyone who finds the customs
of my people fascinating,

I find them fascinating, too.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

- You like to look at me?
- Oh...

Was i looking at you?

You think i'm beautiful,
perhaps?

Like you say,
"easy on the eyes"?

Well, if you put it that way,
yeah.

Mr Morris,
we can be friends.

Okay.

Please call me Celeste.

Celeste.

Bob?

Well, that does make it
a little less formal.

Bob...

you're a little afraid of me.

No.

Should i be?

A woman likes to have a man
a little afraid of her.

Who was that pretty girl
at the inquest?

Elsa Chauvet.

She's in love with you.

Well, I hope so.

Are you in love with her?

We're gonna be married as soon
as i go back to Washington.

I wonder if she realises
how fortunate she is.

Is there anything to stop you
from being that fortunate?

I wish i could tell you,
but i can't.

(DOOR OPENING)

Bob, is that you?

Oh, darling,
I was so worried.

I was just this minute
dialling the police.

Tell me what happened.

Did you learn anything new
at the mortuary?

Mmm, no.
Not as much as i wanted to.

What took you so long?

Well, I ran into that whole gang
of Gypsies at Adamson's.

Celeste was there.

- Celeste?
- Yeah. The Gypsy princess.

As a matter of fact, she...

she asked me to drive her home,
and i did.

You drove her
to the Gypsy camp?

Yeah. I...

stayed for tea, too.

It was very interesting.

She... She told me a lot of things
about herself and her tribe.

Did you know that the Troiga tribe
has one of the few forms

of matriarchal inheritance
left in the world?

You know, where they pass the title
from mother to daughter,

instead of father to son.

"Blood to blood", they call it.

No, I didn't know that.

Yeah, it's true.
Celeste told me.

She inherited her title
from her mother.

-"Celeste."
- Well, that's her name, darling.

She asked me to call her that,
instead of "Princess".

But i don't understand.

At the inquest this morning,
you were convinced

that there was some connection
between these Gypsies

and your father's death.

And now...

you act
as though that suspicion

was the farthest thing
from your mind.

Darling, what has come over you?

Well, nothing.
It's just now that i've met

and talked with the Gypsies, I'm...

I'm convinced they're simple,
harmless people.

They may have strange customs
and secrets, yes, but...

Well, I'm not gonna run around
and make wild accusations

against innocent people.

Maybe there's some things
we just don't understand.

I'm as certain
that that Gypsy girl is evil

as i am that i breathe.

Oh...

Deep in my heart, I know,

and i'm afraid.

Afraid of what it'll do to us.

To you.

Oh, darling,

you take things too seriously.

ELSA:
A love doll.

This, I think, is yours.

It explains a great deal.

Why, you've hardly
eaten a bite.

I wasn't very hungry tonight,
Raymond.

- Thank you very much, madam.
- You're welcome.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(INSECTS CHIRRUPING)

- Good evening, Elsa.
- Hello, Mac.

If you're lookin' for Bob,
he just drove off

in his car
about ten minutes ago.

Oh, thank you.
I didn't expect to meet Bob.

I came back
to do a little work.

Now, why don't you give up
this night work?

You're too nice a girl
not to be out

having a good time
for yourself.

There's plenty of time to go to work
when you get as old as i am.

(CHUCKLING)
Thank you, Mac.

There are some jobs that
can't wait until we are older.

ELSA: If you could speak,
Marie La Tour,

you could tell me
what i want to know.

What is this evil power?

Where does it come from?

I know that it exists,

and that it's here,
in this house.

(CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Are you admiring
my mother's portrait?

Your mother?

Marie La Tour?

I should have guessed it.

Of course you should.

Think of the time and trouble
you would have saved,

putting Dr Morris' notes together.

You've been so eager to learn
the truth about my mother, Miss Chauvet,

to reveal the secrets
of the Troiga tribe she fled to

when she left this house
so many years ago.

Such persistence
must not go unrewarded.

To you shall be revealed
all these secrets.

You shall be my sister.

It is in my power.

What is it?

Are you remembering
Dr Morris' torn body?

Or do you see Peter Althius'
horror-filled face

shocked into madness by a sight
his eyes never should have seen?

Do not fear that, my sister.

Yours shall be a better fate.

I shall teach you
a new worship,

a new religion.

Your first sacrifice
upon its altar

will be the faith
of the man you love.

Since i am forbidden
to love him, so shall you be.

Bob...

Bob.

You will learn to live
as i must live.

Apart, beyond the reach
of men and mortals.

And for that love

which once shown
in a man's eyes,

loathing
will be substituted.

You shall be feared
and hated.

(THUDDING)

When you awaken,

you, too, shall be the daughter
of a werewolf.

(CREAKING)

Elsa?

Elsa.

Elsa? Where are you?

Elsa?

Elsa.

(SCRATCHING)

(CAT MIAOWING)

Well, fancy meeting you here.

How'd you get shut up
in there?

Elsa?

Elsa?

Elsa?

Elsa.

(CREAKING)

Elsa!

Don't come near me.

Don't touch me.

What's the matter?
What's happened?

Are you still looking

for the person
who Killed your father?

Yes, of course, but...

Stay away from me.

I killed Dr Morris.

- I killed him!
- What are you saying?

I killed him. I killed...

Don't come near me.
Don't touch me.

I killed him.

Don't touch me.

I killed him.

BOB: I tell you she's been
hypnotised, bewitched,

down in that basement room.

I'm no psychiatrist.
I'm only a policeman.

If she says
she killed your father,

I've no choice but to take her in.
The rest is up to the jury.

Look, Lieutenant, you're
dealing with the supernatural.

- Oh...
- I tell you, that Celeste woman

is a devil, a demon.

Those Gypsies
can cast a spell on you.

I know it.
It happened to me.

It-it was like being drugged.

- ELSA: I killed him.
- Why...

I even tried to convince Elsa
that Celeste was all right,

and that she and her tribe
were sweet, innocent people.

Well, they're not.
They're devil worshippers.

And they've got a secret altar
right in the basement of this house.

I jut phoned Dr Phillips.
He said to give her a sedative

and he'll be here in fifteen minutes.

Stay away from me!

I killed him!

All right, give her a couple of these.
You may be right.

I got men posted
all over the house

and we'll go down and give that
secret chamber a real goin'-over.

Like the professor said,
whoever did this

may still be in the house.
Come on!

Don't come near me.

Hey, Chief, ain't you supposed
to have some sort of a silver bullet

or some other hocus-pocus
to kill a werewolf?

Well, if it'd make you
feel any better,

we can take the silver fillings
out of our teeth

-and melt 'em into a bullet.
- Yeah, okay!

- Okay.
- Come on.

Hey, what happened?
Who hit that light switch?

- Not me.
- Nobody touched it.

Ed, go ask young Morris
where the fuse box is.

All right.

Hey, the lights are out
all over the place.

Go do what i tell ya.

All by myself?

Will you...?!

Okay.

Hey, Chief, don't you think
we oughta wait

until we get the little matter
of the fuses straightened out?

What's the matter with you guys?

Whaddaya got a flashlight for?

(CREAKING)

Now, this'll have to hold you
till i have a look at them fuses.

How's the little lady feeling?

She's resting.

Good.
You stick with her, Professor,

'cause if there's any
zombie ghost in this place,

we'll get him.

Or her.

Or it.

Thanks.

Elsa.

Elsa, are you awake?

(CLICKING)

LANE:
What have ya found up there?

Some sort of a secret crypt, Chief.

There's a grave
and somebody buried up here.

- Is he dead?
-(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

Yeah, only it ain't a he.
It's a woman.

Some sort of Gypsy queen.

Well, now that you've
crept into a crypt,

would ya mind creepin'
back down here again?

We're lookin' for a live Gypsy,
not a dead one. Hurry it up!

Okay, Chief, okay.

-(GROWLING)
- But now that i'm up here,

don't you want me
to look around a bit?

- Do you hear anything?
- Nah. Not a thing.

What would you hear
in a grave?

- Look out!
- There she is!

Cover the exits
and watch all the windows.

-(WEREWOLF GROWLING)
(GUNSHOTS)

(EXHALING)

- You all right, Chief?
- Well, it's nice of you to enquire.

I didn't know you cared.

What are you doin' up there?!

You mean to tell me
you didn't see what we saw?

How can i see anything when
you're raining bullets on me

like i was a sleeve target?
Come on down!

You think the chief will believe us
when we tell him what we saw?

He'll believe us, all right,
when i show him this.

(GUNSHOTS)

Keep your flashlights dark
and aim at its eyes.

We got it trapped.

I think we hit it, Chief.

-(WEREWOLF HOWLING)
- Listen.

That's it.

Now, stay beside me
and we'll move in together.

Take it slow.

- LANE: There it is!
-(GUNSHOTS)

(GASPING)

My sister!

They're trying
to kill her, aren't they?

-(DISTANT GUNSHOT)
- Oh!

I'm hurt.

(SIGHING)

- The bullets.
- Elsa.

They're trying to hurt her.
They're trying to Kill her.

LANE:
Look at that.

- Hit it, all right.
-(DOOR CREAKING)

Hey, Chief! The door!

LANE:
Come on!

I don't think it's in here, Chief.

Al, you search that room,
I'll try this one.

- Homer, take a look upstairs.
- Yeah.

(GROWLING)

(CREAKING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(LOCK CLICKING)

My sister.

The wounds,
they burn, do they not?

You're trapped, Celeste.

You might as well give up.

Come, Elsa.

We must go build ourselves
another temple.

The old one
has been desecrated.

Kill him.

Put that gun down, Elsa.

Kill him.

Do as i say.

Elsa, put that gun down.

Put that gun down, Elsa.

CELESTE:
This is my voice, Elsa.

My voice says "kill him".

BOB:
Don't listen to her, Elsa.

Don't listen to her.

CELESTE:
Kill him.

BOB:
Listen to me.

This is Bob talking.

Put that gun down, Elsa.

CELESTE:
Kill him.

BOB:
Put that gun down, Elsa.

Don't listen to her.

Use your own will, Elsa.

(GROWLING)

(SNARLING)

(WEREWOLF GROWLING)

Come on,
help me break it down.

(WEREWOLF YELPING)

You all right, Professor?

Yeah. I'm all right.

Are you all right, darling?

It's Bob.

Oh...

(SOBBING)

It's all right.
It's all over with.

Nothing can harm you now.

Say, I had the darnedest time
finding that fuse box.

I ha...

Hey.

What happened here?

Well, Ed, I never thought

I'd be givin' lectures
on werewolves

to guys like you
who won't believe it anyway

because you were out somewhere
fixin' fuse boxes.

But we're lookin'
at a real phenomenon,

an ancient legend come true, Ed,

right before our eyes.

That wolf used to be
a beautiful Gypsy girl,

a princess
who worshipped evil.

You can tell your grandchildren
about it, Ed.

You can say,
"I saw it with my own eyes."