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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."