Devils of Darkness (1965)

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Count Sinistre.

Born 1588.

Condemned for his infamous

and barbaric crimes,

to be buried alive.

Because thine eye is evil,

thy whole body

be full of darkness.

Guapa.

Come on Tania, quickly.

Plenty of drink.

Lots of food!

Ah! Come, a toast to Tania.

- To Tania.

- Tania.

Come, Tania.

Bruno.

As is our custom, the mingling

of your blood will join you as one.

Tania! Beloved...

Sinistre. Sinistre.

k*ll him! k*ll him!

The evil eye, the curse of Sinistre.

No. Why you?

Awaken.

Rise from your sleep.

Feel its power, drawing you to me.

No force on earth

can destroy the symbol of Sinistre.

This talisman that sets

me above everyone.

Come.

You are my chosen bride.

You will follow me

until to end of time.

You should not have

This terrible storm last night...

The road was impossible,

I could not refuse to give them shelter.

I shall feel happier when

he is gone.

What about Mademoiselle Braun?

She's leaving this evening.

Now please, will you excuse me,

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I still have work to do.

- Get the car fixed okay?

- Yes, it goes like a b*mb.

You missed a good lunch.

- Hey, what's all this?

- We're going to excavate some caves,

back of the village.

They're quite something,

according to Madeleine.

Oh, Keith, drop these in

the postbox will you?

Every place we stop, postcards.

They happen to be the ones

you didn't post in Marseilles.

Touché. Excuse me.

- Dave!

- Car sounded a little healthier.

Yes, but it took them long enough.

It's about time. The day's half over.

Where have you been?

Ate too much.

And Keith, be careful.

Come on now.

Stop playing little mother.

See what happens when you

bring big sister away with you?

Now stop worrying.

Bye now.

- See you.

- Bye.

Monsieur Baxter, Pardon,

but what time will you be leaving?

- Why? Do you want to get rid of me?

- No, no, no, no, of course not.

Haven't had time to look around yet,

so probably tomorrow.

- Merci, monsieur.

- Hi there!

Hi Madeleine.

Finished the packing?

Almost. Just had to come up for air.

I'm exhausted.

- Do I need reviving!

- Can I get you a drink?

Oh, that's the best offer I've had today.

- I'll send for the waiter, monsieur.

- We'll be on the terrace.

The stuff I collect

just mounts up!

- Well, travel light, that's my motto.

- I agree.

The climbing tackle the boys

carry around weighs a ton.

Some of these caves here, Madeleine,

have you seen them?

Oh, darling,

can you see me crawling

on all fours under ground?

- Give me peace and quiet.

- You certainly get it here.

The place could do with a bit of

livening up from what I've seen of it.

And spoil my favourite hideaway?

That's right,

we don't want hoards of trippers

tearing the place apart.

- It's a ghastly thought!

Good. I'd like to have a vodka- double.

Me too.

- Cognac for me, please.

Scotch and soda.

Does that character ever talk?

He doesn't like strangers, darling.

- They're a bit off-hand in the village too.

- Oh, it takes time to know them.

Tomorrow London.

Oh, it's a pity that I have to go.

Tonight of all night.

The old business calls.

Why? What's so special about tonight?

It is All Souls Eve.

It's a big religious ceremony.

- Oh, you must see it.

- What happens?

You'll see,

but I promise you it's really something.

Well, I hope the boys will be back in time,

they hate to miss out on anything.

- Everything all right, Keith?

- Yes. Okay.

Paul, come and see.

- Anne, what is it?

- It's fascinating.

What did I tell you?

What a marvellous setting for a story.

Hey?

- Especially what come later.

- Oh? What happens?

They go down to the

graveyard. It's a ritual.

Oh, you must see it for yourself, Paul.

The atmosphere alone.

It's make a marvellous horror.

You know, ghouls and witches.

Don't let your imagination

run away with you.

It's really rather touching.

They place candles on the

graves of their dead departed.

And they also keep one burning

in the windows of homes.

It's to light the way

for returning lost souls

who supposedly rise up

on All Souls Eve.

- You must see it.

- Do you want to go?

- I'd love to.

- All right, I'll get my coat.

- Bring mine too, will you.

- That'll be my taxi.

Well, I guess this is it.

Oh, sorry it's hello and goodbye when

we were all getting to know each other too.

You'll give me a ring

when you get back.

- I will.

- Paul, you've got my number.

- Now, don't forget to call me.

- Right.

- And say goodbye to the boys for me.

- Right.

- Are you cold?

- No, it's nothing.

Someone walking over your grave.

That's what they say, isn't it?

- Bye now. Must dash.

- Bye.

Are you ready?

- All set.

- Let's go.

Keith?

Keith!

Paul? Don't let's go any further.

- Why, what's wrong?

- Come on, let's go back.

No, just a second.

I want to see what's going on down there.

Paul! Paul.

- What is it?

- Go back.

Do no further.

Let their souls rest in peace.

It is too late.

The Black Death is upon you.

- The evil eye.

- Here, what is the nonsense?

Nothing can protect you from

the evil one,

and those who follow him.

- Take me away, Paul.

- Don't let her scare you.

- Please, let's go.

- It is too late.

Sinistre, the devil of darkness.

Someone close to you...

A loved one...

The Black Death has struck.

- Paul, Keith.

- Come on.

Stay here.

Nothing can be done,

I'm afraid.

He is dead.

Oh, Paul.

Most regrettable,

but these are the risks they take

If they had asked my

permission to go there...

- You would have refused?

- Most certainly.

Such careless young people.

It' is very dangerous.

Why isn't it cordoned off?

- Or some warning there?

- Would that have stopped them?

The people in the village do

not go there. They know better.

What about the other boy, Dave?

He's still down there.

Monsieur, the gentlemen explained.

There has been a fall of rocks.

It is impossible that

he could be alive.

Are you going to do nothing?

We have done what we could.

We cannot do more.

Now, the boy's sister, will you see that she

comes to my office tomorrow.

There are a few papers to

sign, some formalities.

- You understand.

- Inspector, the doctor...

The doctor has made his report,

I'll give it to the lady tomorrow.

I suggest you return to the inn, Monsieur.

There will be no trouble, I think.

Come, my dear.

You must not be alone.

If only I could do something

to lessen your grief.

It...happened just like she said.

- The warning. - Warning?

- The Gypsy

- That is nonsense.

- You cannot believe...

- She saw it!

The mark of the Black Death.

She talked of the evil one

and his followers.

- I know it sounds crazy...

- My dear, you must forget such things.

Gypsies exist on such legends.

Make believe.

But what she said happened!

But you cannot connect such talk

to the tragedy.

It was a coincidence.

Tragic, but...

My only regret is that we

were unable to do more.

We heard them cry out...

- By the time we got there...

- Yes, I know!

Let me help you erase this

unhappy memory.

How is Miss Forrest?

Is she all right?

- I don't know, she is not here.

- What do you mean?

Well, I left her for just a minute and

when I returned, she'd gone.

Perhaps she's gone up to her room?

Of course, I told her she must try and rest.

I'll just check. See if she's all right.

Perhaps the night air will

make you sleep.

It is so quiet.

So deathly quiet.

But so peaceful.

There's something strange about this place.

I feel it...there's a

a fragrance.

A sickly fragrance that reminds me of death.

My father, when he died,

The way he lay.

It's like that.

You must try to forget such unhappy memories.

It has become so cold,

my hands are like ice.

Maybe we should go back.

In a moment.

Anne?

Anne!

Bonjour, Bouvier.

- Ah, Bonjour, Monsieur Inspector.

- It looks like a fine day?

- Yes, a very fine day indeed.

- I believe Monsieur Baxter expects me.

- I will tell him.

Would you like a coffee, perhaps?

Café noir or cappuccino?

An excellent idea, Bouvier.

Café noir s'il vous plait

- Oui, monsieur.

- Ah, Bonjour, monsieur.

- I understand you wish to see me?

- Good Morning.

- Look, Inspector...

- Shall we...

- I'd like to go over once more what happened.

- All in good time, please.

I prefer you to sit.

First we shall have some coffee.

Please inspector,

let's not waste time.

It is so strange. You Anglo-Saxons, you have

the reputation for being so unemotional, so calm.

And we Frenchmen, we are supposed to be

all puff, Puff, puff. But it is not so.

A girl has disappeared.

How do you expect me to behave?

Come now. We must

discuss this calmly and with reason.

I am trying to be calm,

but she's disappeared.

I am aware of that. My men have

not been idle. We are still looking.

The whole night they have been searching.

Monsieur. - Thank you, Bouvier.

- You would like to join me?

- No thank you.

Look, is there something I can do?

Ah, excellent croissants, fresh...hot.

Are you quite sure?

Thank you, Bouvier.

Please monsieur.

So you say

you heard a scream?

- Yes.

- Are you certain?

Well, it sounded like a scream.

It sounded like a scream.

So you could have been mistaken?

It's possible.

I understand you are a

writer, Monsieur.

Yes.

What do you write,

fact or fiction?

What are you suggesting, that

I imagined all this?

There was a gentleman and his wife.

Perhaps she left with them?

Inspector,

her clothes are still in her room.

Yes.

I see.

Now, Miss Forrest...

She was very upset over

her brother's death?

Naturally.

It was a terrible shock.

What are you getting at?

Hi?

It's for you, Monsieur Inspector.

Thank you. They apologize.

Hello? This is Inspector Malin speaking.

Ah, I see.

Miss Forrest. I see.

Please attend to it.

I shall come over immediately.

Monsieur,

her body was discovered in the lake.

- It seems she took her own life.

- I don’t believe it.

- Please. I must go.

- I'll go with you.

- No, you will not.

- She was an old friend.

- I insist!

- I insist that you stay here, monsieur.

- This is a police matter.

- Look, inspector!

You will hear from me later

when I have concluded my report.

Bonjour, monsieur.

I'm so sorry, monsieur.

Apologies monsieur.

I did not wish to wake you,

but there is someone to see you.

- I know it's late.

- I'll come right down.

Your bed, monsieur...

I will attend to it.

Oh, good evening.

Oh, my apologies for calling

upon you at this late hour,

but I had to come

and offer my condolences.

My wife... She's so upset.

If only she had not

left her.

Please, she's nowhere to blame.

If there is anything I can do,

you have only to ask.

well, these people, this village...

Village? What do you mean?

I don't understand, monsieur.

Is there something

they're afraid of?

Oh, monsieur, it's your imagination.

They saw them at the cave.

They all ran away.

Monsieur,

you are an intelligent person.

These are simple people.

They're superstitious.

The celebration last night...

- One doesn't take it seriously, monsieur.

- Yeah, but the gypsy...

Would you believe such

foolishness in your country?

I can understand how you

must feel, but come now...

I tell you there is something wrong

and I'm going to prove it.

Prove? What can you do, monsieur?

Get a second medical

opinion, for one thing.

I'm having the bodies flown

back to England.

- I shall insist on a postmortem.

- That is nonsense.

Maybe. But I've just have this

feeling and I've got to be sure.

- There is something else.

- Something else?

You were about to say...

- This is a very beautiful piece of work.

- Please be careful.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

- Just a foolish toy, monsieur.

- A toy?

I might have k*lled you.

I doubt it.

But you were about to

tell me something.

That crest...

Oh, it is of no significance.

It is just an old piece.

Have you seen this before?

No, no. I was just interested,

that's all.

Look, if you'll excuse me,

I have to be up early.

I'm leaving the first thin in the

morning for England, so goodbye, monsieur.

No. not goodbye. I have the feeling

that we shall meet again.

Yes, perhaps.

I am sure of it.

But next time under

happier circumstances.

Monsieur.

Sinistre! Sinistre!

Sinistre! Sinistre!

We await your commands.

I, Sinistre...

leader of the living dead,

summon you and others

to follow...

both near and afar...

to pledge allegiance

to the devils of darkness.

We follow, oh master.

We are your sl*ves.

We obey without question.

This...

will show them to submit

to servitude.

Must be cut out...

The stranger who threatens to expose us

must be struck down.

We will go in their place.

The talisman, the all powerful

symbol that protects us...

must be returned.

My Lord Sinistre.

Master, take mine, I beg you.

You...

who defiled the sacred symbol...

must perish.

I tell you, Madeleine,

I'm just not satisfied.

Paul, I know how you feel,

but what good will it do?

It'll prove I'm right,

for one thing.

But the doctor's report,

surely that's enough?

It isn't enough for me.

But if the autopsy proves

you're wrong?

Okay, then I made a lot of

fuss over nothing.

And what about Anne's family?

Haven't you considered their feelings?

Family...

An uncle in Canada she

hasn't seen for years.

Well, if you insist on

going through with it.

Well, I have to,

for my own peace of mind.

well, I'll do my best.

Believe me, Madeleine,

I hope I am wrong.

But I'm sorry I blew up

like that.

That's all right. I understand.

Oh, and call me as soon

as you have any news.

- Bye, Paul.

- Bye, love.

Doctor, Mr. Baxter to see you.

- Welcome to the zoo.

- Hi, Bob.

Sorry I had to drag you down

here all this way.

You sounded pretty worried on the phone.

- Confused is more like it.

- What's it all about?

- You don't mind do you. I'm up to my eyes in this.

- You carry on.

Sorry to disturb you

but I had to talk to someone.

Okay, talk.

Bob, you must have come up against

some weird superstitions in your travels.

- many times.

- I don't mean against primitive jungle tribes.

Look now,

you don't have to wear a loincloth

or beat a tom-tom to be primitive.

Or for that matter, superstitious.

do you walk under ladders?

- No.

- Superstition.

Maybe superstition's

the wrong word.

What about the supernatural?

Well, like they say: "There are more things in

heaven and earth..." et cetera, et cetera.

Scientists have only scratch

the surface of the extraterrestrial.

We have to rely on psychology rather

than the so-called material proof.

Now take the witchcraft. Everyone knows

that went out with the Middle Ages.

Oh, you think so?

Do you know when the last

witchcraft trial took place?

1926. In France.

There was another case in New York

a few years ago.

A man hired a character who

supposedly had the evil eye.

His job was to frighten the men

working under him.

Oh, I know, it sounds

crazy, but it's absolutely true.

Take my work here.

Snake venom and its

effect on animals.

Poison to cure human beings.

If I was in the jungle,

I'd be a witch doctor, right?

How about those coffins?

They couldn't just vanish.

So somebody took them.

And at a rough guess

I'd say that somebody

didn't want you to have

those bodies examined.

That's what I think.

If there's another reason

I'd be very glad to hear it.

What made you suspicious

in the first place?

The gypsy. She predicted it.

Crystal gazing I know nothing about.

- You haven't much to go on, have you?

- No.

Do you see the police being interested

in Black Death and Evil Eye talk?

- They'd have me certified.

- What about that medallion you mentioned?

- Have you got it?

- Yes.

Of course,

there may be no connection.

You should have handed it

over, you know.

I just thought it might be

tied up somehow.

You could be right.

- There's your evil eye.

- Yes?

This snake or serpent, or what ever it is.

Come over here.

That's how he catches his victim.

He hypnotises it.

Freezes it with a look

so that it can't move,

then he makes his strike.

Here we have the bat effigy.

In many countries they are said

to have occult power.

- What, those things there?

- Mm.

They look harmless enough.

They do carry rabies, you know.

Oh, not that one, don't worry.

What do you think, Bob.

Do you think there may be something in all this?

Well, you want something more concrete

before you go to the police.

Is there nobody else

that can help?

Somebody that knows the village, perhaps?

There's Madeleine Braun.

She's been there a couple of times on holiday.

Well, what are you waiting for man?

Get on to her.

Madeleine, do you mean to tell me that

people are actually going to buy these?

- Look at this one.

- You'd be surprised, darling.

I know my American tourists.

They must be out of their tiny minds.

Put it there, darling.

Hello, 'The Odd Spot'.

Hello?

- Paul!

- Hey, Madeleine.

- Where do you want this?

- Oh, hold on a minute, will you?

Oh darling, Karen, be an angel

and give Derek a hand.

- Sorry, sure.

- Put it in the back there darling, would you?

Sorry, Paul.

Yes, I read about it.

I called you last night.

Oh darling, I hate to be a bore, but...

Well, I'm madly busy at the moment.

Could it wait?

I wanted to talk to you about

the village we stayed at in Brittany.

Yes, but you know the place.

I thought you might be able

to tell me something.

Well, anything.

No, no, no,

it has nothing to do with the police.

I talked it over with a friend of mine

who does research at Rayburn's lab.

- He thinks I may be on to something.

- Oh, darling.

I do think you're becoming a little,

well, obsessed with all this.

But if you think I could help.

Look, why don't you come over this evening.

About 9:30?

Right fine. Thanks, Madeleine.

- Hello, Mr. Baxter.

- Yes?

Good Morning.

I am Inspector Hardwick, Scotland Yard.

I would like to talk to you.

Yes, well you better come in then.

Thank you.

Scotland Yard, hey?

You never mentioned the autopsy?

What's the point?

I have nothing to go on except a hunch.

They say the it was just a routine call.

They've no idea how or why

the coffins vanished.

I've had quite a day.

I've been doing a little research.

I spent the afternoon

at the British Museum.

If you ever get bored,

I can recommend the North Library.

What did you find out?

Here we are: a talisman,

your medallion.

A talisman: an object which

is said to possess a supernatural power.

See "Ceremonial Magic", otherwise

"The Art of Dealing with Spirits".

In a word: necromancy

or sorcery.

Raising the souls

from another world.

All Souls Eve.

By the way, do you know why a bridegroom

carries his bride across the threshold?

No.

The door was where the Devil or those with

the Evil Eye were said to congregate.

Just something I thought you

might like to know.

Well, where was I?

Yes...

- Witchcraft.

- Black magic?

No, that's not a criminal

offence since 1736.

But last year there was a lot

of publicity in England,

about some mysterious rituals.

Grave openings,

bodies being removed.

However, it's all here.

I hope you can sort it out

with the help of Madeleine.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I's better be getting over there.

Thanks again for doing the sl*ve work.

It's quite an eye-opener

in an evil sort of way.

Back to the Bunsen burner.

- Bye, Bob.

- So long, Paul.

Be quiet!

Darling, I'd like you to meet meet

Karen, my new girl.

Hello.

You'll find out who's who

later, darling.

Names are such a bore to remember.

Derek.

Grab yourself a drink, dear,

- and put yourself about.

- Okay.

- Hi, Karen.

- Hello, Derek.

- Oh, very dolly.

- down boy!

Go on darling.

Mix and mingle.

- What'll it be?

- Vodka.

- With it?

- With it? I'll say she is!

Welcome to the elephant's

graveyard, my dear.

It's about time some of these

were put out to pasture.

- Well?

- A model, eh?

How old is she?

Difficult to tell in those glasses.

Oh, just turned 20.

Must have been a U-turn!

Now, now, darling!

No need to be bitchy!

Oh, sweetie!

- Madeleine, I thought...

- Darling they just descended!

Now you know how it is!

Now I did call you but

there was no answer.

Oh come on now, relax.

It'll do you good.

We'll have a little talk another

time...tomorrow...

- I don't think I should.

- I won't hear of you rushing off like that.

Karen? Karen?

I want you to meet Paul.

Be a little darling,

- look after him. He needs cheering up.

- Hello.

Go on you two.

Have fun.

Colonel? Come along.

Well, you have heard the lady.

- Yes I heard.

I think a drink,

to start off with.

You look as though you

could do with one.

- I could do with more than one.

- So whose counting?

Hey, the man's smiling!

See the effect I have, or is it the Johnny Walker?

No, no, you were right the first time,

wrong the second.

- Canadian Club.

- Any way you're feeling better. I can see that.

I'm surprised you can see

anything in those.

- Why all this mystery then?

- Just part of the image.

well I can't bear to talk to anyone

wearing dark glasses.

- Mind if I destroy the image a little?

- Don't be too destructive.

Yes, that's better.

The same goes for you,

now you're in focus.

Yes, I bet you live alone, like it

and you're in show business, right?

I live alone, loathe it, and

I'm a model, off and on.

- And when you're off?

- You name it and I've done it.

Right now I work for Madeleine.

- You and antiques?

- Oh well, it makes good contacts.

An artist came in the other day

looking for a models, so...

- So you're on again?

- Looks like it.

He's supposed to be here this evening.

Coming to talk business.

- Best of luck.

- Thank you, I might need it.

I can't figure him out.

Or myself either for that matter.

Still it's a job.

But what are you doing after

it's fixed?

Go back to my one-room

fire trap, I suppose.

- does it have a phone?

- Cromwell, 2400.

I've got a better idea.

If you get hungry, I know a place

where the scrambled eggs are great.

I never eat breakfast.

Still, if it's as good as you

say, maybe.

I cook in a non-stick frying pan...

Well, eggs make a change

from etchings.

Now, now, Paul.

You mustn't monopolise!

Come on, Karen, darling, circulate.

Okay.

- Well, you have heard the lady.

- I heard.

I think this is where I came in.

I'll see you later then?

I can't wait to

see your kitchen.

- I have to go say goodbye to all my friends.

- Okay.

Oh, Karen, my sweetheart!

Be a darling and get me a drink, would you?

I have to see a man about an address.

Paul?

Paul!

Good evening my dear.

My apologies for startling you.

- Good morning, inspector, sergeant.

- Morning.

You're having quite a time of it,

one way or another, hey?

All this for nothing?

As I told the constable last night

nothing was missing.

- What's over there?

- The bedroom.

Go and have a look, will you serge.

- What about windows?

- All locked.

- Front door?

- That was open when I came home.

- What time was that?

- Around 2:30. I'd been to a party.

- What time did you go there?

- About 10pm.

Did you notice anybody hanging around

outside when you left the place?

No, I was in a hurry. I just came home

for a minute then I popped out again.

You were in a hurry?

- You aren't suggesting that I...

- Did you close it?

Oh, it has happened.

I've done it myself before now.

But that doesn't explain why

they went to so much trouble

for nothing.

You haven't been plagued by

anonymous phone calls and such like?

- Regarding what?

- Practical jokers.

We've had a spate of them lately.

Getting us out on wild goose chases.

False alarms, phony robberies,

coffins disappearing.

No, that was no practical joke, Inspector.

pretty bad taste if it was.

Has anything been reported?

No, nothing so far.

Nothing back there, sir,

windows and doors okay.

Look, Mr. Baxter,

if as you say, nothing was stolen,

is there anything they

may have been after?

- No nothing.

- Are you quite sure?

Why should I keep anything back?

Oh, you'd be surprised how reluctant

some people are

to give us the full facts.

I think they like to make us earn our pay.

We get the complete runaround sometimes.

And who knows? Maybe some of them

probably do have something to hide.

Look, Inspector,

I've told you everything I know.

Yes / Yes. I'm sure you have.

Still, if you do happen to remember something,

anything little thing that

might give us any...

Oh, yes, at least one other thing, Mr. Baxter.

I understand you know a Dr. Kelsey.

- Dr. Kelsey?

- Yes, I was with him last night.

That's right, your name was in his diary.

You saw him before

you went to the party?

What's all this about, Inspector?

Mr. Baxter,

what time have you leave Dr. Kelsey?

- About 9:30pm.

- I see.

That's about the time of his death.

- He's dead?

- Didn't you know?

That found this morning.

It was on the radio.

What happened?

An accident. A poisonous snake.

It escaped and the doctor was bitten.

He was also rather badly crushed.

A heavy cage fell on him.

I'm sorry to break this to you

so suddenly, Mr. Baxter.

Bad luck seems to be following you around,

doesn't it?

You'll be hearing from us.

Oh, and I'd like to hear from you

if you happen to remember anything

that might help us.

Any little thing.

Yes. Yes.

- Oh, Inspector...

- Yes?

Thank you again.

Magic and the Supernatural.

A Treasury of Witchcraft.

Schizophrenia.

And the Encyclopedia of

Witchcraft and Demonology.

That's four to go on.

I'll check on the others.

This will keep me busy

for a while, thanks.

Oh, I'm dying for a drink.

How about you?

Thank you, my dear, but no.

I would prefer if

we could continue.

Okay. Do you mind if I slip across

to the pub for a moment or two?

- Mmm. I shall be here.

- Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?

- Nothing, thank you.

- How's it going?

Pleased?

You are a perfect object, my dear,

I only hope I can do you justice.

Oh. Have I interrupted?

Oh, Karen,

I would like you to meet my wife?

Hello.

- You are leaving?

- Oh, I'm coming back.

Oh. Unless you'd rather

make it tomorrow?

I would prefer that we

continue tonight.

All right, I'll see you later then.

Goodbye.

It's obvious.

She knew you were deceived.

You did not tell

her that you had a wife?

- Is it important?

- To me? Yes!

Tania.

You know the reason why

this girl was chosen.

She will be the hostage.

The talisman must be given back to us.

- And then?

- She's of no further use.

Oh, Armand. Is it true?

Tell me she means nothing to you.

How can you doubt me?

Did I not choose you?

Go now.

The talisman must be returned.

- And if the Englishman refuses?

- He will not refuse.

But he is suspicious,

he asks questions...

Then we must make sure that

his questions are not answered.

You must watch.

Go now, before she returns.

Excuse me, sir.

The book "Talismans, the Power of Magic"

is not available.

What do you mean,

it's not available?

well, it's in our restricted

section.

- Is it possible to have a look at it?

- Not today, sir. No.

I'm afraid it's almost closing time.

Oh well, thank you.

- Oh sir, no smoking permitted.

Hello?

Cromwell, 2400.

May I speak with Miss Karen

Steele, please?

Yes, hold on will you.

Karen! Miss Steele, telephone.

Miss Steele? Telephone.

Miss Steele? Telephone.

- What? What?

- Miss Steele?

- You're wanted on the telephone.

- Oh, it's much too early.

Hello.

I'm afraid Miss Steele isn't in.

Well, it's hard to say.

She comes and goes.

- Yes.

- Tell her, Mr. Baxter called.

My number is Chelsea 3131.

Yes, thank you. Goodbye.

Excuse me. Oh, sir!

I'm terribly sorry, but the book

"Talismans, the Power of Magic"...

- Yes?

- We don't have it, sir.

- But yesterday you said you had it?

- It's missing.

- We've looked everywhere.

- Missing?

I've got a terrible suspicion

that it's been stolen.

As far as I know,

it's the only copy in England.

- If it shows up, would you put it aside for me?

- Yes, of course, sir.

It's extraordinary, the interest

in the occult these days.

Yes, if you do find it,

call me will you?

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, yes,

you called this morning.

Yes, I gave her your message, Mr. Baxter.

No, no,

I'm afraid she isn't.

Well, it looks as if she's gone.

Her clothes are all gone.

No.

Hello?

- Karen, are ill?

- No, it's nothing. It's gone now.

But you're trembling.

Perhaps if you rest, please.

No, I'll be all right in a minute, really.

You must take care, my dear.

Your hand... It's so cold.

- Karen. Karen.

- No, no, please.

No.

But darling you know what these girls

are like, completely irresponsible.

Not Karen.

Hey, what is this?

Don't tell me you and Karen...

- Well, what do you know...

- Be serious, Madeleine.

You're serious and no mistake.

And to think I brought you two together.

- The party was a success.

- This artist that was coming, did he show up?

What? Oh darling, to be

perfectly honest

it got so mad I don't know

who was there and who wasn't.

- You don't know who he is, or anything?

- Oh sweetie, you know Chelsea.

People come and people go.

Oh, you mustn't get in a tizz.

She'll turn up, I'm sure.

Now look, if you want that little talk...

You know, the villagers, Paul?

I think it may be a bit late

for talking, Madeleine.

Paul.

Well, I'm glad you've decided

to take us into your confidence

at long last, Mr. Baxter.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but I had

nothing to go on, nothing tangible.

It took a girl's disappearance to

stop you playing detective?

This also may be just a hunch.

I've no proof she's mixed

up with all this.

You know, for a time, I thought that

you were mixed up with it.

Whatever it is.

- Me?

- Dr. Kelsey.

His death was no accident.

He was m*rder*d.

The two marks on his neck

might have been a snake bite,

but he didn't die of poisoning.

That snake's venom had

already been extracted.

That's funny.

Miss Forrest, the girl who was drowned

and her brother Keith ...

They also had two marks on their necks.

Did they? Look, Mr. Baxter.

Don't you think it's about time

to told me everything?

Tangible and otherwise...

Karen?

Karen!

- What are you doing here?

- Your girl, Karen.

- Yes?

- I know now why you have brought her here.

- Now, you know.

- And what she means to you.

You tell me that she is a hostage,

but she's here to take my place.

Please, I beg of you.

Send her away.

Haven't I served you?

Carried out your every wish?

And you will continue to do so.

Please, send her away.

Get rid of her.

- Only when the talisman has been returned.

- That is not true.

She's here to take my place.

That is what you want. I know it.

Silence!

I must have the talisman by

sunset tomorrow.

Please, I beg of you,

do not send me away.

Go I tell you.

I am dismissed?

Until I summon you again.

You know, when I was a youngster,

I used to conjure up

all sorts of faces.

Phantoms, demons and the like...

just gazing into the fire.

And as for making up ghost stories,

I could scare the living daylights

out of myself sometimes.

You should have been a writer.

I know one thing...

What you've just told me

beats any story I ever dreamed up.

Or read about for that matter.

It's the truth, Inspector.

That man who found the boy's body

and his wife...

Could you describe him to me?

Yes, he was quite

distinguished looking.

Around 35 to 40, dark.

His wife was very attractive.

Kind of Gipsy-ish.

- What was his name again?

- Moliere. Armand du Moliere.

Yes, he was very charming.

But I got the feeling it was affected.

He was much too smooth.

You know what beats me is why

Dr. Kelsey was k*lled.

Are you sure you didn't

tell anybody he was helping you?

- No.

- Not even Karen Steele?

No.

- I'm very worried about her, Inspector.

- Yes, so I've gathered.

Crazy isn't it?

You meet someone only once...

Hey, you know it's 1:30am.

Oh I'm sorry.

I didn't realise it was so late..

Shall I ring for a cab?

No thanks.

A walk will do me good.

And I'll take this

ugly little brute along with me.

well, I must say, it's a change

from the usual routine.

Don't bother, I'll see myself out.

Good night.

Good night, Inspector.

Hello? Yes, Madeleine?

Karen? I'll be right over.

When I came home,

the door was open and there it was.

Who could have brought it and why?

You tell me. The artist maybe?

Just a minute. Look.

- His signature?

- The serpent and the bat.

- The talisman.

- Talisman?

A medallion, I found,

the night Anne disappeared.

I thought it might have something

to do with her death, a clue.

Paul, don't think me mad, but...

Could this be some sort of a warning,

a message, or...?

Karen's been kidnapped.

The medallion is the ransom.

Yes. Do you have it?

No. No, I gave it to the police.

The police? Are you mad?

- Madeleine, what's the matter?

- Oh you fool, don't you know what you've done?

What are you talking about?

- Karen.

She's in danger if anything happens

to her... Can't you see what you've done?

You must get it back somehow.

I know how you feel, but I

think I'll just take this along with me.

It may be too late.

Get the medallion.

Sorry, Madeleine,

but I've got to do this my way.

Please, let me go.

Devils of Darkness, huh?

Count Sinistre,

otherwise ​​Armand du Moliere...

born 1588.

It's the same man, Inspector,

but it's not possible.

Well, I don't profess to know

anything about reincarnation

The raising of the dead...the ritual,

it all fits.

The resurrection of the dead,

the ritual... It fits together.

Yes, and his followers have

started up over here now.

Sergeant, get onto Interpol.

See if they've got anything on

this Moliere and that village.

Malin, the local police inspector.

He must have known about this.

You got that? Oh, and go

pick up your men outside, will you.

- Right.

- Inspector.

If the picture was to scare me off, why this?

Why this tip off?

I'd say somebody was stepping

out of line by the look of things.

Pity you disturbed them before

they finished the message.

The O... I wonder what that means?

The only?

The old something?

Odd? The odd spot?

- Madeleine's shop?

- Yes.

Yes, I think we'd better have a few

words with Miss Madeleine Braun.

Madeleine Brown. Is she here?

- I'm sorry, we closed.

- Inspector Hardwick, Scotland Yard.

- Is she upstairs?

- She's not here I tell you, she's gone away.

We'll look up there anyway.

Excuse me.

What's this all about?

- What's upstairs?

- Just an attic.

You are not supposed to go up there.

Aren't you?

I don't know what you expect to find here?

Never mind that.

Open it.

See.

I told you.

- Do you know where she's gone?

- Don't know. To the country somewhere.

- The truck arrived yesterday morning.

- A truck? What for?

Looked like a couple of coffins.

She gets all kinds of antiques you know.

Inspector.

I've got the dirt from France.

They're on the same thing over there.

That Inspector Malin got

arrested yesterday morning

and a whole crowd from the village.

It's black magic all right.

They're on their way over here.

Some place called Ferndale.

There must be dozens of places called

Ferndale. Did they say which one?

No. By the way,

seen this?

- What happened?

- Look.

Cover it.

Sinistre. He mustn't know.

We can't tell him.

Madeleine, he mustn't find out.

First the talisman and now this.

You fools,

the girl is all he really wants.

- And Tania?

- He wants Karen.

He can have her.

We'll offer her to him tonight.

A sacrifice?

The initiation.

will take place at midnight.

Karen?

Go out!

Karen. I want to talk to Karen.

- I want to bring Karen a drink.

- Go out!

Karen. Why can not you be nice to

me, Karen?

- Why can not you be nice?

- Leave her alone, you fool!

What did you go and do that for?

A terrible...

What's this?

Oh, no, no, no!

No! No! No!

You are not only beautiful, my dear...

you are also very brave.

As brave as I?

Your followers, master.

They await you.

Please. I would like to help.

How did they get on to Malin?

Remember the waiter.

A plain clothes man.

As soon as he nailed the Inspector

the whole village opened up.

Took them long enough.

Well, fear can be a terrible thing, Mr. Baxter.

When you're monkeying with black magic,

who knows what you're up against.

Arise.

Prepare the circle

that binds you as one.

We are one, oh master.

We follow your bidding.

Calling 34. Calling 34.

Inspector Hardwick here.

Go ahead.

The Ferndale division reports that Madeleine Braun

has a country home about a mile from the village.

Edge of woods. The old cemetery.

The old manor. End of message.

Thank you very much. Out.

The Odd spot. The Old Manor.

And it is near the cemetery.

That's the place all right. Come on.

You,who follow the devil of

darkness pledge allegiance.

We follow, oh master.

We are your sl*ves.

We obey without question.

In the name of our Lord Satan,

- do you acknowledge the powers of darkness?

- We do.

We follow the orders of Sinistre.

The one who defiled the sacred talisman...

has been struck down?

- Get every available man.

- Yes, sir.

And hurry.

Calling all cars in "V" Division.

Calling all cars in "V" Division.

Proceed to the

Old Manor, Ferndale, immediately.

Proceed to the

Old Manor, Ferndale, immediately.

Before you is the neophite who shall be

initiated into the order.

Before you is the convert who will

serve as high priestess,

and become my chosen bride.

With her own blood,

I will make the mark of the sacred talisman.

You will awaken to

find life everlasting.

Inspector!

Sinistre! Sinistre! Sinistre!

A sacrifice! A blood sacrifice

for the devil.

For Satan, for Satan, for Satan!

No! She cannot be yours.

Look! She has the mark of the cross!

k*ll her! k*ll her!

Satan.