(Man) The preparations are thus completed. Let our work begin.
Bring to me the vessel of reversal.
My child, lay you down upon this altar.
Thus we begin, and in reunion will we end.
By this token we apostles ofthe unhallowed plain
have torn apart and thrown aside.
The fire oftorment is ablaze, the heat is scorching, the life is coming back.
Oh, great guardian on your throne of gold,
l bid you, stand back and let her return to us in all her gloy.
l thee invoke oh, prince of light and 'darkness.
At the dying ofthe flame, enter into the body ofthis lowly vessel,
that she may be made worrthy
to receive the soul ofthy most illustrious daughter.
(Gasping and sobbing)
Return to us.
We await you, oh, beloved ofthe old faith.
Seek out this vessel we offer you,
seek her out and return.
This is my will, and my will shall be obeyed.
Hey... (Laughs)
Might as well finish it off.
Finish me off, you mean.
Don't look at me like that. l know you're tying to get me drunk.
Why would l want to do that?
For the same reason you lured me to your county retreat in the first place.
- l just thought you might enjoy it. - Between you and me, l have.
All these old things. There's nothing like this back home.
At least, not where l come from.
My folks would go crazy for all this.
l did it again, didn't l?
Why do l have to keep mentioning them?
- You must miss them, l suppose. - But l don't.
l wanted to get away from them. That's why l came to England.
l wanted to pack my things and leave without telling anyone where l was going.
And now you're here.
l guess the novelty must be wearing off.
l suppose l'll have to go back sometime.
You don't have to go.
(Chuckles) l didn't realise it was so late.
l dare say we could find you somewhere to sleep.
Oh, you dare say, do you?
Well, l dare say l'd be vey grateful.
Where's the light?
Don't you feel kind of creepy, stuck out here?
No.
English reserve strikes again.
Ooh, that wine...
No!
Wait...
(Gasping)
Get off!
Leave me alone!
- Where you going? - Home.
- You said it was early. - We're leaving at ten.
Oh... You're not really going on that trip?
How many more times must l tell you? Yes.
What a waste oftime.
Travelling 200 miles to be bored out ofyour mind.
lt's not 200 miles. It's no more than 60.
And how do you know l'll be bored out of my mind?
Spending a week with an uncle you've never even met.
- It's gotta be a bore. - Why?
l like meeting new people. Just because you're content to lie in bed all day.
All right, you've made your point. l know why you're going.
You've been hearing those voices again.
They're not voices.
They're premonitions.
l wish l'd never told you about them.
Lot of old rubbish, anyway.
Well, l don't think so.
But l don't expect you to understand.
As a matter offact l have had a strange feeling ab!out this trip.
lt's one ofthe main reasons l've decided to go.
You realise you'll be away for your birrthday?
Yes. Why?
Oh, nothing. l was gonna take you out for a meal, that's all.
Oh, John, l'm sory. Let's leave it until l get back.
l might surrvive that long.
lt's only a week. l have to get back to starrt my newjob anyway.
Just a minute, l've got something for you.
Here. Happy birrthday.
Sory, l didn't have time to wrap it.
Oh, John, it's beautiful.
- My mother's. - It's lovely, but l can't.
Yes, you can.
- There. - Thank you.
l've got to go.
Aren't you gonna thank me properly?
(Laughs)
- Hello! Sory l'm late. - Hello.
- We thought you'd changed your mind. - It was the bus.
- Hello, Mum. - There you are.
You might have told us you were staying out.
- Forgot. Sory. - We didn't know where you were.
We had a pretty shrewd idea though.
- Look. - Oh, it's lovely.
- It's my birrthday present from John. - Look, Malcolm, isn't it lovely?
Vey nice. That must have set him back a bob or two.
- Actually, it was his mother's. - How sweet. He must think a lot ofyou.
l think he does. l'd better go and get changed.
Have to let us meet him sometime.
l do hope the weather holds out. l'd hate to be snowbound in the county.
There's not much chance ofthat. Anyway, we may not stay a week.
- Why shouldn't we? - l don't know. It's just that...
Well, you might not get on with Alexander.
Or l might not get on with him.
We haven't seen each other since we were kids.
- l didn't know you had a brother. - l'm not surprised.
Quite honestly, l think he's got a bit of a cheek, demanding we go and stay with him.
He didn't demand.
- Well, you know what l mean. - He's probably lonely, that's all.
- Why should he be lonely? - His wife died.
l didn't know it was this remote.
Here, let me see the map.
Well, it must be down one ofthese roads.
Let's ty the left hand one.
That could be it up ahead.
- What is it, Malcolm? - My head... (Yells)
- Oh, my God, look out! - Oh, no!
Mum?
She's all right, isn't she?
Yes, she'll be all right.
- How about you? - l'm fine. Just a few bruises, l think.
l'd better get some help.
No, you stay here with Mum, l'll go.
Get an ambulance.
(Screaming)
(Explosion)
- Come away. - Let me go!
- Feeling a little better? - Yes, thank you.
Good. These tablets are only sedatives.
They're harmless but they will make you sleep.
- Is the room ready? - Yes.
Good.
Now then...
Come along, young lady, up you get.
And offyou go to bed.
l'll be along in a moment to make sure you're comforrtable.
What is it, Stephen?
There was nothing l could do.
- l'm terribly sory. - You must phone the police.
Offto sleep, my dear. We'll look after you.
(Plays discordant note)
- There we are. - Who are you?
l'm Francis, your uncle's secretay.
- Comforrtable? - Yes, thank you.
You must sleep. Plenty of rest is what l prescribe.
Did Malcolm... Did your father ever tell you that l was a doctor?
lt's at moments like this that l'm glad that l am.
Sleep now.
We'll talk tomorrow.
And remember, ifyou want anything l'll be downstairs.
Hello.
l haven't seen much ofyou recently.
- No, you haven't, have you? - Ooh. Is that all l get? No.
l have things to do.
Can't you spare me just a few minutes ofyour...valuable time?
l must go and check on Catherine.
She's asleep. She'll be asleep all night.
Maybe, but l still want to see how she is.
Look!
Leave her alone! Stay here with me.
She's my cousin. l have to go and see her.
And l want you here, damn you!
l love you, Stephen.
What do you want me to do, hm?
l don't want you to do anyything, Francis!
You bastard!
- Keep quiet! - Let go of me.
Let go! You're hurrting my arm!
l will let go ofyou when you shut up.
- (Growling) - Shut up!
What's the matter? You're afraid your cousin might hear?
You bas...!
Mum?
Good morning, Catherine. l've brought you your breaMast.
- l thought you were... - You've been dreaming.
(Sobbing)
Don't upset yourself. l'll fetch your uncle.
Alexander.
What is it, Catherine? Are you all right?
- She had a dream. She thought l was... - Thank you, Francis.
You're suffering from shock, and shock can affect you in many ways.
You understand that, don't you, my dear?
There's no instant cure.
lt'd be vey wrong for me to suggest that there was.
But time heals, believe me, that's true.
So l want you to stay here for as long as you need to.
And look on me not only as your uncle
but as your friend and your doctor who wants to help you all he can.
Thank you.
There's no reason for you to rush back to London?
No, l-l don't think so.
Then we'll have plenty oftime to get to know each other.
l'll be downstairs when you're ready to get up.
Everything seems...so unreal.
Like a dream.
That's what eveybody says, isn't it?
But it's just that l... l can't accept the truth.
l can't accept the fact that l saw the car blow up in front of my eyes.
Why did it blow up? That sorrt ofthing doesn't just happen.
l, too, found it incredible.
The police say that Malcolm... That your father must have left the ignition on.
This ignited the petrol, which exploded.
But why us?
Why did it have to happen to us?
You echo my vey thoughts when my wife died.
''Why us?'' l asked. She was so vey young.
But we are all morrtal.
Catherine...
l know this is a painful time but the police would like to ask you a few questions.
- Oh, no. - Never mind.
- We'll keep them waiting a few days. - Yes, all right.
Oh, one other thing. We didn't see any reason for delaying the funeral
so we decided to hold the serrvice today in our private burial ground.
You'd like to be there?
Don't wory, l understand.
Think about it. You've time to think.
l'm sory, l didn't mean to starrtle you.
lt's all right, it's just that l didn't see you there.
Nor did l. l mean l hadn't realised you were! up yet.
l didn't feel like staying in bed any longer. There didn't seem any point.
No, of course not.
This is a beautiful house. You must be vey rich.
No, not really.
At least, not since father gave up the practice.
How does he manage to keep up all this?
Oh, he gets money here and there.
Friends... l don't really know.
Wish l had friends like that.
Would you like a look around the grounds?
What, now?
l don't know.
The air will do you good. Father would agree.
All right, but l haven't got a coat.
Francis will lend you one. l'll get her while you're dressing.
What happened to the car?
The police took it.
Now come along, you wanted to see the grounds.
lt's difficult to know what to say to relatives you never knew you had.
Why?
Well, l feel we know each other and yet we don't, ifyou see what l m!ean.
- l know a lot about you. - Do you?
Yes, my father used to tell me all about you when we lived in Africa.
He was always going on about his brother
and how he'd been given the daughter that my father should have had.
He doesn't like me much, you see.
Always wanted a daughter.
But there was no chance of having any more children
so he got stuck with me.
Because your mother died?
Yes.
Your father said she was vey young.
She was 29.
That's terrible.
- l am sory, l didn't mean... - It's all right, it was a long time ago.
Was it an accident?
Yes, that's what it was.
lt was an accident.
This is our enchanted forest.
They wanted to sell it but they couldn't. It's protected or something.
Because ofwhat happened here.
What was that?
Oh, of course! You wouldn't know, would you?
Some people are sensitive to their surroundings.
Are they?
Yes. It's hereditay. An ability to pick up cerrtain vibrations.
l-l sometimes have premonitions.
Do they come true?
What's the matter?
Nothing.
lt's just that it's getting rather cold.
l think l would like to go back now.
Don't you want to know what happened here?
No.
Catherine...
No.
- Catherine... - No.
(Woman moaning)
(Screams)
(Screaming)
(Gasping)
Stephen? Stephen!
Stephen!
(Panting)
You've been a long time.
What is it out there?
l'm sory, l'm not with you.
Why did you leave me on my own?
l thought you were following me but when l looked round you'd gone.
No, you walked off and left me.
But l didn't leave you, Catherine.
You were cold. You wanted to come back to the house.
Don't you remember?
But l saw something.
l saw the car explode.
- That was yesterday. - No, today.
Just now.
No, Catherine.
But l saw it, Stephen.
Out there.
But it wasn't my parents who were burning,
it was me.
Look, it's all right, you're probably still in shock.
lt sometimes happens like this.
Father has explained it all to me, how these things sometimes play tricks on the mind.
But it seemed so real.
And the voices, you must have heard them.
Just the wind.
l've never been so frightened.
Forasmuch as it hath pleased almighty God
to take unto Himselfthe souls of our dear brother and sister here deparrted..
we therefore commit their bodies to the ground,
earrth to earrth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
in sure and cerrtain hope ofthe resurrection to eternal life
through our Lord Jesus Christ.
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God
and the fellowship ofthe Holy Ghost be with us all evermore.
Amen.
(Twig snaps)
- Do you mind if l join you? - No, of course not.
You wouldn't prefer to be alone?
No, l'd like you to stay.
That boy's a complete mystey to me.
One moment, l fear for his sanity and the next, butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Remarkable what a pretty face can achieve.
l wouldn't trust him as far as l could throw him.
Vey wise, my dear. Vey wise indeed.
(Telephone)
Hello?
Yes.
Excellent, l'm glad to say.
You know that's not possible.
Because l say so.
Allow me to be the judge ofthat.
No. No chance whatsoever.
l'm afraid it's impossible. We must keep to the plan, as arranged.
l assure you, nothing will change my mind.
Yes. Yes, you will.
Goodbye.
We will not talk about it later we will talk about it now.
l won't let you do this to me, Stephen.
l've explained it nicely, what more do you want?
l've never wanted anyything from you.
- Not much, you haven't. - All l've wanted...
All l've ever wanted since you took me into your bed and lied to me...
is for you to be nice to me.
To be around occasionally.
l don't care what you do with your life,
what girls you pick up, but l won't be rejected for good.
l won't!
Especially not for her, Stephen.
Not for her.
Well, it's too bad, isn't it, Francis?
Because it's over. Do you understand? Over.
Finished!
Catherine. We'd better go, hadn't we?
(Crack, gasps)
(Sighs)
Here's to affairs gone by.
Oh!
(Gasps)
(Lift bell)
(Man) Abbadon.
(Creaking)
(Shrieking and rattling)
(Cacophony)
(Silence)
Apollyon. Asmodeus.
(Cacophony)
(Silence)
Moloch. Timbon. Satan.
Oh! It's blood!
lt's only wine. Here, let me.
What's the matter, Catherine?
- What is it? - l don't know.
l felt so frightened.
You're probably still upset.
No, it's more than that. Please, take me back.
- How are you feeling now? - A little better.
We'll soon be home.
What the...? What's happened?
Nothing's happened. Catherine just isn't feeling well.
- Your skirrt - are you all right? - l will be. It...
lt was an accident. l just want to rest.
Yes, of course.
l didn't do anyything. It was an accident. Some wine got spilt.
- It wasn't Stephen's fault. - He should not have let it happen.
l shall talk to you later, Stephen.
Come, l'll take you to your room.
You seem to be running a temperature.
But why? l was only sitting in the car.
Shock, my dear.
- What's happening to me? - Nothing you need wory about.
Here, take these.
- What are they? - A sedative. Like the ones you had before.
You're going to have another sound night's sleep
and we'll starrt again from scratch tomorrow.
(Draws currtains)
But my skirrt, l wanted to take it off.
- It's not imporrtant. - But the wine...
Francis will take care of it.
Eveyrything will be all right.
(Sighs)
Delirious. Becoming delirious.
(Moaning softly)
(Whimpering)
(Door opens)
Catherine?
Oh, thank God.
lt's all right, l'm here now.
l heard you cy out.
l've had a dream.
A nightmare.
Oh, but it seemed so...
Real?
So many things have been playing on my mind.
The accident. This house. The talk about witches.
Your father keeps telling me it's shock, l know, but...
Oh, l don't know.
We don't mean to frighten you.
l know that.
You're not frightened of me, are you?
Not right now.
That's good.
l wouldn't like to think that l frightened you.
- Catherine! - Hello.
You'll catch cold, out here so early.
No, l won't. l feel marrvellous today.
Any parrticular reason?
Yes. There is a reason.
Oh? And what might that be?
You.
Me? What have l done?
Made me fall in love with you.
The thing l admire most about you, Francis, is your ability to suffer in silence.
Don't ever change.
ls the pleasure of Stephen worrth the pain?
When can we go?
- l don't know. - Soon?
- It's rather difficult. - Why?
Father.
l don't want him to think l'm ungrateful. He's been so kind to me.
You all have.
But it's just that l'm better now. l know l am.
And this house... holds too many memories for me.
l'm sure l'd feel happier if l went away.
Yes, l do understand what you mean.
And so will your father, l'm sure of it.
He may not have much feeling for me but l'm the only family he's got.
He won't mind. It's not as if he's never going to see you...
l shall have to ask him.
l knew you would. Come on.
l suppose l ought to phone John and let him know. It's only fair.
Wait until London before you do that.
l'm a coward, that's the trouble.
- There's a phone in the hall, isn't there? - Yes.
Well?
She wants to leave.
This wouldn't have happened ifyou'd followed my instructions.
Well, what are we going to do?
You've done enough already.
(Ringing tone)
(Woman) 'Yes?'
ls John there, please?
'John's gone away for a few days, l'm afraid.'
- Where to? - 'Oh, he didn't say.'
Er... l'm sory, who am l speaking to?
'He'll be back on Wednesday, ifyou'd like to ty then.'
Yes, OK, l-l'll do that.
- (Cockney accent) Who shall l say called? - 'Catherine.'
Catherine. Righty-o then. Bye, love.
Another of my son's mistakes rectified.
What other blunders have you made, Stephen?
What else have we got to clear up after you?
What else did he tell her?
What did you say, Stephen?
Come on, what did you say?
- l said we'd go away together. - l see.
And did you mean it?
No.
- Anyway, it doesn't matter. - Soon you'll realise how much it matters.
Tomorrow is Catherine's birrthday, we must complete the arrangements.
Go and talk to her.
Keep her out of harm's way.
lfyou've ruined my plans, Stephen, l'll kill you.
l can promise you that.
Hello.
l'm looking for my bracelet. l can't seem to find it anywhere.
- You won't find it. - Why? Do you know where it is?
- It's been taken. - Taken?
- Who would want to take it? - Come with me and l'll explain.
Camilla York. She's to blame, Catherine for eveyrything.
She is the reason you're being kept a prisoner.
A prisoner? l'd hardly call myself a prisoner.
You may not realise it but you are, and have been ever since you came here.
Have you ever heard of necromancy?
Vaguely.
The arrt of raising the dead - Alexander and Stephen have an interest in it.
Who are they tying to raise?
- Camilla. - You're crazy.
Listen to what l have to say first and then laugh ifyou want to.
Camilla was known to have incredible powers.
Ever since he was a boy Alexander has dreamt of bringing her back to life
of using her powers for himself and making her high priestess of his coven.
- His coven? - Yes.
After many attempts he discovered that the only way to resurrect the dead
is through the body of a direct descendant.
You don't mean me?
Catherine, you are a direct descendant of Camilla York.
(Screaming)
'So confident of his knowledge,
'Alexander sacrificed the life of his own wife
'but the experiment failed.
'So sure of success, he allowed Ste,phen, who was no more than a child
'to watch the ceremony, and the murder of his own mother -
'an experience which affected his mind for the rest of his life.'
But that's horrible. It can't be true.
There is more proof, ifyou still don't believe me.
That's Camilla.
Why have they been playing this trick?
Why didn't they do something when l arrived?
They had to wait for your 20th birrthday.
That's tomorrow!
That's why you must leave. We both must.
The main road's not far we can be miles away by mo!rning.
Why can't we leave now? Or phone the police?
Oh, no one makes phone calls that Alexander doesn't know about.
But l did, to John. He didn't ty to stop me.
No, Catherine, John is dead.
Alexander killed him.
That's why he needed your bracelet, to reach John.
But l spoke to somebody.
Catherine, it was me.
Oh, l am sory, but l had to tell you this.
We'll meet in the kitchen tonight, OK?
You seem vey interested in the time.
No, it's just that l'm rather tired.
l think l'll go up to bed.
What a sensible girl.
l can hardly keep my eyes open.
(Stephen) Don't you want desserrt?
Francis will bring you up some hot milk.
Thank you. Good night.
Good night.
Don't forget - tomorrow's your special day.
Night.
You're supposed to be tired.
- l'm glad you're not. - Please, don't.
What's wrong?
l-l just don't want you to.
l...spoke to Father about our going away together.
Don't you want to hear what he said?
Tell me tomorrow.
l don't understand you.
At first you say you want to leave as soon as possible
- and now you're not even interested. - l am interested.
lt's just that l'm tired.
You didn't seem tired when l came in.
Has anyything changed your mind?
No. l-l just want to go to sleep.
Do you really?
That's what l said.
(Door opens and closes)
- (Door opens) - Stephen!
Have you come to ty and get round me?
You know me always ready to forgive a! nd forget.
You know l couldn't love anybody as much as l do you.
(Screams)
l had to take them.
Stephen, he was blackmailing me.
l wasn't going to tell anybody! Let me keep them, please!
(Screams)
(YeIIs)
Stephen... (Sobs)
(Gasping)
(Screaming)
Francis?
(Door creaks)
Oh! Oh, no!
(Screams)
(YeIIs)
lt's taken a long time... but now you belong to us.
(Moans)
(Sighs)
Your time has come, Catherine.
You are 20 years old, the age at which Camilla deparrted from this earrth.
You deserrve to be told something about our sacred lady
before you give your soul up for her.
- There's no need. - Then we can proceed.
The ritual burning. Take her.
Stephen... Stephen, don't, please!
- (Alexander) Bring her! - Please!
No! No!
(YeIIs)
Get her! Get her back!
(Squeals)
Catherine! Catherine, what's the matter with you?
- Oh, no, it can't be! - What? What do you mean?
- You're not my father, he's dead! - We'd better get you inside.
No, he's dead, he was burnt alive! Let me go! Let me go!
- Oh! - l'm sory...
But look at me. l am your father.
- Oh, God... - Think! You know l am.
l'm going mad!
Catherine, listen to me do you know where you ar'e?
- Yes...Uncle... - Uncle Alexander's, that's right.
- He's tying to kill me. - To kill you?
Now, now, slowly now.
Do you remember how we got here?
Yes, by car. But it crashed!
- Yes. - It burst into flames. You were burnt alive!
Catherine, only you were injured. You hit your head.
You were delirious, we took you inside and Alexander gave you a sedative.
He's a doctor. l told you on the way here, remember?
Yes. He is a doctor, isn't he?
Now it's coming back, you see?
l'm not sure, l just don't know.
You've had a vey long sleep, and you must have had a vey bad dream.
A dream? l can't believe it.
lt all seemed so clear.
The black magic, the...
What do you mean, a vey long sleep?
lt's true, you have.
- When did we arrive here? - Yesterday afternoon.
But l've been here... It seems as if l've been here for days.
Let's go in and find out how you got into such a mess.
People - they were chasing me.
What people? Where?
Let's go in and find your mother.
Good God!
- She's been sleepwalking. - Look at the state you're in!
- Exactly. - My poor child, you must be frozen.
- l've only been out half an hour. - You should've been sleeping.
lf only l'd known.
- Where's Elizabeth? - Upstairs, l think.
- Can l get you something? Brandy? - No, thank you.
Are you all right? l'll fetch your mother. You'll be all right, won't you?
Yes.
You're sure? You're absolutely sure?
Well then, what happened?
l was running. l must have run through the woods.
l don't know why.
l'm sory, l'm not vey clear at the moment.
l'm not surprised, you've had a rather powerful drug inside you,
it induces a vey deep sleep indeed.
Two small tablets. Did you give them to me?
Yes.
l remember that. l think it's beginning to come back.
You see, l've had an extraordinay dream.
lt was about you and this house.
Tell me about it.
Oh, no, it's too silly to repeat.
- What happened to my father? - He's gone to fetch your mother.
l'm afraid he'll want you all to leave, he's vey upset.
l think l'd like to leave.
l'm sory, that must sound terrible.
But l was convinced l'd never go home again.
And you'd like to go and make sure it's still there?
Yes.
l think it's my boyfriend l miss most. l'd like to reassure myself he's still there.
l understand. Why don't you telephone him and let him know you're coming?
- May l? - Of course.
Use the phone over there. Behind the currtain.
- Here? - Yes.
(Gasps)
Vicious, isn't it? Right through the eye and into the brain.
Good heavens, you must have a streak of Camilla in you.
(Screaming)