THE BLOOD SPATTERED BRIDE Certificate No. 252/71N
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"The good ones are those who are content to dream what the wicked actually practice." --PLATO
Why are we stopping?
So you can change clothes.
I'd rather just drive at 90 miles an hour.
Аll in good time.
Good afternoon.
- Your room number? - 208.
- Аllow me. - Тhank you.
- You stayed here before? - Yes, by myself.
You go in, I'll park the car.
Рlеаse.
Enjoy your stay.
Тhank you.
What's wrong?
I don't want to stay here.
Why not?
I don't like this hotel.
This is Susan, my... well, I don't have to tell you.
My husband told me all about you on the way here.
He said such a nice things that...
I feel I've known you all my life.
- Lovely to meet you. - Welcome, ma'am.
Сагоl, сome and say hello.
For me?
Thank you very much.
She wanted to pleae you ma'am.
Your name's Сагоl?
А рretty name.
Ноw old are you?
14.
She's 12 ma'am. She likes to pretend she's older.
Do you like school?
Do you work hard?
Her teacher didn't always think so.
- She died. - What?
Yes, her teacher died in a car accident.
And Carol still feels bad.
The new teacher comes tomorrow.
You liked your teacher?
Last time we met you were this size.
You remember me?
I prepared your favorite room.
Come on.
Thank you.
The veil.
ls it torn?
No.
Same old furniture as when I was a boy.
- The house is old, sir. - And very big.
Shall I unpack your luggage, miss?
No thanks, I'll do it.
Can I help with the dress?
Thanks, but I can do it myself.
- It's bad luck to tear it. - I'll be careful.
The trip was long and many things happened to us.
- What time do you want dinner? - We don't want any.
Maybe she wants a coffee or< a <soda?
No, nothing thanks.
Are you nervous?
What are you feeling?
Nothing.
Curiosity.
And a little fear.
Maybe it's not curiosity or fear.
Something I can't explain.
I'm the same.
Like a student on exam day.
We should have made love before today.
- You never asked. - You never gave me a chance to.
My poor lover, my tender husband.
What can I do for you?
Do you undress or do I strip you naked?
Whatever you like.
Very well.
The servants...
- Goodbye dad. - Good bye, my girl.
- Good morning. - Hi.
Your breakfast, sir. ls there anything else?
No, nothing at the moment.
Very well, sir.
A sweet awakening... from your first night.
How's the weather?
Splendid.
That wasn't the first time.
The first time we had good weather here?
Your first time with a woman.
Oh, well...
It doesn't matter.
You were good... perfect.
And me?
Great...
You know that.
Enough...
- The food, sir. - Leave it outside.
Finished?
Can't I see?
Don't be impatient.
Satyr.
Now you'll see!
- Come on, put me down. - No chance.
There.
We got one.
It's beautiful.
Beautiful. A female.
1621 to 1665.
He died young.
What did he die of?
Who's this?
And that one?
And that?
- Do you know? - No ma'am.
This is very old family.
- Why no women's portraits? - They're in the basement.
In the basement?
Where are your family's women?
- What? - Their portraits.
All in the basement.
Well, I didn't put them there.
Even if they're dead, I demand they be revived.
- I'm hungry. - It's an hour before dinner.
Perfect, I thought so.
Time for everything.
The roses.
In spring, only roses of the flesh shall flourish.
- You know who said that? - You.
It's me! Where are you?
Can you hear me?
- What are you doing? - Come up here.
- You saw her? - Who?
- The bride. - What bride?
I was looking at you. Come up.
Let me go!
Come on, don't be silly.
I don't want to.
Oh, really...!
Open it, Susan.
Why are you doing that?
The girl...
- It was his grandfather. - Who told you?
I asked mum.
His wife wanted to kill him.
She poisoned his food.
He found out and she ran away to Paris.
Did your mom tell you that?
I heard it at school. Everyone knows it.
It's just a story.
It's true, that's why all the women's portraits...
were taken to the basement.
Keep still.
Do you like being hurt?
What makes you think that? No one has hurt me
Here it is, it's finished.
Do I look like that, really?
You're much prettier.
- It's yours. - Can I really keep it?
- Are they really in the basement? - Yes, they are.
It's me.
What was so funny?
Do you know who she was?
If you knew, you wouldn't laugh.
Susan, come with me.
I'll tell you about Mircala Karstein.
This place... it's magical.
Hollow.
Yes, like a tomb.
Mircala Karstein.
The woman in the portrait?
I guess so.
- Someone in your family? - Sort of.
Your name's not Karstein.
She never took her husband's name.
- She killed him on her wedding night. - Why?
The legend says...
he tried to make her do indecent acts.
Indecent? What kind of things?
Nobody knows.
It was never revealed.
A shame, it would have been the best part of the story.
How did she die?
She didn't die.
She was found, dressed as a bride...
blood spattered beside her dead husband.
Eyes open, rigid, with warmth still in her body.
It was 2 years before they buried her.
Still with the dagger in her hand.
She was beautiful, of course, as often in these tales.
And is she... still there?
I doubt it. Almost 200 years have passed.
The grave has been violated dozens of times.
But let's see.
Maybe it's the delicate forearm of Mircala.
What's wrong?
It's my fault, I'm sorry.
Cemeteries, decay... it upsets me.
Why should that scare you? You're alive.
Alive.
No?
Not now.
- Are you sure? - Please.
You look like a puppy waiting to be fed.
To eat, you must learn how women are.
All or nothing.
And now it's nothing?
That's it.
Take it.
It's yours now.
Let's seal our covenant with a kiss.
There's someone under the bed.
- Susan. - Don't touch me.
There's no one here, ma'am, it was just a dream.
I saw it.
I saw it with my own eyes.
Look! There's nothing there.
Get her a hot drink. With some brandy.
I can stay with her, or maybe Carol?
No need.
Can you bring me the red capsules from the cupboard.
Yes, sir.
Do you feel better?
Please, Susan.
We all have our fears, there's no need to dwell on them.
I'm sorry.
- I want to get away from here. - Get away?
But why?
You were happy this morning.
- I had a horrible dream. - Exactly.
It was nothing but a nightmare.
- It wasn't a dream. - Then what was it?
A woman came in this room.
I saw her.
She talked to me.
And left this.
Listen.
In dreams, the subconscious chooses themes...
normally prohibited by their moral code.
They often feel hatred or murderous thoughts...
towards people who, in real life, they feel affection for.
These manifestations confirm the wisdom of Plato, when he said:
The good are those who are content to dream...
what the wicked actually practice.
Jung says, some dreams don't belong to the dreamer.
Inherited dreams.
Collective ancestral inhibitions...
which surface even in morally healthy people.
What's all that to do with the dagger?
Nothing.
Nightmares are the expression of powerful desire...
which is being rejected or repressed.
There is in women an aggressive tendency...
when they face the loss of their virginity...
an event of great importance...
which is for her both desirable and abhorrent.
Some experts call it "the Judith Complex".
Rubbish.
Why keep such horrible books?
- When did you read this? - l haven't.
This is the first time I've ever seen it.
Come in.
Excuse me, sir, ma'am.
Come in.
Carol wants to say...
she put the dagger in the bed.
Come here, Carol.
ls that true, was it you?
- Where did you get it? - From a lady in the woods.
You didn't tell me about any lady.
- What lady? - The one in a wedding dress.
She told you to put it in the bed?
She said to give it to Susan.
- Did you go into the room? - Yes.
- You put it in the bed? - No.
She's lying, sir.
- Where did you put it? - On the table.
It was her, sir.
She found it in the woods and put it on the bed.
She's afraid to tell the whole truth.
You won't get into trouble.
It's a little imaginative, but mostly true.
Well then, it's all fine.
That's it.
Well, I think that explains it all.
Explains what?
Not very reassuring.
Neither the aggressiveness of virgins, nor Carol's story.
You still want to leave?
Tell me you don't want to leave.
And you'll forget your fears and nightmares.
What have you done with the dagger?
- I have it. - Hide it somewhere.
I don't want to know where.
Those books lie.
I love you.
I don't hate you.
Cold.
Still cold.
Frozen.
I just want to be sure.
Don't worry, you won't find it.
Because it's not in this room.
- You're sure? - Absolutely.
The girl won't find it? Or her mother or father?
No chance, it's well hidden.
Anyway...
- There's other knives here. - Yes...
but it seems Mircala Karstein isn't interested in them.
What's up, you feel ill?
This is to calm the nerves.
A mere precaution. She seems better.
Turn over, please.
There, we're done.
I'll give you another shot tomorrow.
For now, carry on your life as normal.
Eat, drink, take a walk, you'll soon recover.
You'll do that for me?
What's this?
A bruise... How did that happen?
My ring... I had to slap her.
I can only give you my opinion, it's not a diagnosis.
I only deal with diseases, hepatitis, pneumonia.
I can't tell you exactly what's up with your wife.
Infantile fears...
a tendency to dwell on childhood myths.
Perhaps emotional problems connected with the marriage.
- Should I get a psychiatrist? - I knew you'd ask.
I guess you want me to say no, isn't that right?
- I don't want to scare her. - It's just nightmares.
I don't see any need for a psychiatrist, at least for now.
There is one thing.
To be honest, your wife seems very infantile.
She is very young, just a child.
Believe me, I wish I could suggest a simple solution.
You've done a lot. Thanks for reassuring me.
You're welcome.
Who is it?
The woman from my dreams.
- She's a very pretty ghost. - Yes.
What did he say?
The doctor?
What he told you, not to worry.
I know I'm not ill.
I guess you told him about my dreams.
What did he think?
The same as me.
Look...
here are your dreams.
And here's reality.
When a person sleeps, the dividing line is imprecise.
But on waking, it's like a wall.
Dreams here and reality there, they can't be mixed.
You believe that?
Are you sure?
- But I saw that woman. - Stop this nonsense.
You'll never believe me.
I can't believe in ghosts and accept they're as real as you and me.
What if I told you I know where you hid the knife?
Where?
Inside the clock in the dining room.
You're sure?
Come with me.
Now, where is it?
Under the clock face.
This can't be.
I hid it somewhere far away.
I'm tired of your lies. I want you to tell me the truth.
Did you hide it in the clock?
Answer me.
You've had enough time.
Now you'll tell the truth.
You saw the master when he buried it in the forest.
- Carol! - Leave her.
Maybe a woman did give you the knife.
Fine.
You and I are going to make a pact, OK?
Drink the coffee.
If Susan asks, tell her you saw me bury the dagger in the woods.
You thought I was taking it from her.
That's why you hid it in the clock. Alright?
She'll only be telling the truth.
Part of the truth, maybe.
She'll tell us the truth now.
I'll ask a question, you must answer yes or no.
You promise to tell the truth?
- Not like that. Say it. - Yes.
Good, now listen to me.
Did you tell Susan you put the dagger in the clock, yes or no?
No.
Very good.
Remember, we have a pact. Now you can go.
- What do you think? - Just games.
Children's games.
- But Susan is no longer a child. - You're right, sir.
Who are you? What are you doing?
Where's your clothes?
I'll get something for you to wear.
Where to?
I don't know.
- Get a blanket, she's frozen. - ls she naked?
Looks like it.
Take her inside, give her a hot drink.
Yes, sir.
ls that you?
I thought you were asleep. I brought you some clothes.
I hope they fit.
Thank you.
Turn on the light if you want.
My husband told me what happened. You can eat with us later.
In about half an hour.
Can I take a bath?
Of course.
The bathroom's there with everything you need.
What's your name?
I am Carmila.
We'll wait for you.
You look good.
I found these in the wardrobe, I hope you don't mind.
- I feel beautiful. - Thank you.
Susan is very beautiful, too.
You're both very kind.
Let's sit. Dinner is served.
Sit there, please.
The center of attention.
Why were you on that beach?
- You know Seagull Island? - No.
- I was diving there... - Alone?
Sometimes I need to be alone, in the silent depths.
I must have lost track of time.
I really don't know what happened to me.
All I really remember is coming round and seeing you.
You were lucky, that beach is nearly always deserted.
Let's toast the strange events which led me there.
Won't someone be missing you?
They might be worried.
I live alone.
- After dinner, we'll take you home. - I don't know where I live.
You don't remember, or you don't have a home?
I don't remember.
But you remember your name.
Carmila.
Carmila, what else?
I don't know.
Well, l guess you don't have to tell us.
Maybe tomorrow you'll remember everything.
Maybe we'll see your photo in a newspaper.
I don't think so.
You like it?
- That's how you see me? - Yes.
Why wear them like that?
When I close my hands, I feel I'm holding something.
It's time for bed.
You're making progress.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
What's up?
It's her.
What of her?
Carmila...
Carmila is Mircala.
Not more of this, Susan?
They're identical.
They're the same person.
She came to kill you.
I don't like you.
I hate you.
I hated you, from the first time you touched my body.
That's why I'm scared.
Susan, please. What are you afraid of?
Nothing is going to happen.
Tomorrow, when the sun rises, you'll laugh at all this.
Now go to sleep, you don't have to worry.
What's going on?
Where have you been?
And our guest?
She left early today, it was barely dawn.
Did she say anything?
I just saw her go by. She didn't even look at me.
She doesn't seem very grateful.
The ghost must have remembered its own story.
She went and will not return.
Disappeared - or maybe she wasn't a ghost.
As you said, everything is different in daylight.
That woman understands what's troubling you.
It's easy to be cruel to you.
Susan, what happened last night?
Why won't you say? What does that woman want?
Nothing's happened. Just that I feel better now.
Who did this to you?
Does it hurt?
No.
Right...
Now I think she should see a psychiatrist.
Why not?
I don't understand these things.
And I don't think a psychiatrist would either.
Look at this dagger.
It's identical to the one that Susan mysteriously found.
This is Mircala Karstein, you know the legend.
Susan found this in the basement, as it is now.
With this hole cut in the face.
Look... only the date of birth.
Our unusual guest. was called Carmila.
Mircala, Carmila, the same letters rearranged.
See these rings?
Carmila was naked but for her rings.
And what a coincidence... she wears them this way.
Susan drew this from memory.
The face of the woman who visits her in dreams.
And this is the portrait she made of Carmila.
- It's easy to imagine a similarity. - That close?
This morning I looked for this box I remember seeing as a child.
People believe an ancestor of mine tried to poison her husband.
It's a powerful poison. I tried it on a hare.
Mircala or Carmila. Who knows?
OK, so is that it?
For now, yes.
It was hard for me to tell you all this.
I hope now you know it's more than just a legend.
- You find it funny? - No, I'm sorry.
But with some coincidences and a little imagination...
the result would be exactly the same.
What do you call coincidence?
How many times is something not a coincidence?
In some cases, simply twice.
In others it's scientifically unacceptable...
even at 1000 times.
I assume you think this is in the second category.
That's exactly what I think.
And I hope you agree.
I'm really confused right now and I don't know what to believe.
I hoped you would listen, advise me, help me...
The truth is, though I'm afraid to say it...
and ashamed to accept it...
I would say that...
Carmila or Mircala is a supernatural being.
Really, that's a bit too much.
- How can you think that...? - Wait!
Come in.
Sit down.
Tell the doctor what you saw this morning.
Yes, sir.
I was setting traps in the woods, and heard noises.
I thought it might be some prey.
But no, it was Miss Susan and that other woman.
They were hiding in the bushes and...
- I don't know if I should... - Come on, tell him.
She was biting her neck.
What do you mean? Who bit whom?
The other woman bit Miss Susan. I saw it with my own eyes.
Susan has marks on her neck.
What else did you see with your own eyes?
Nothing, I was afraid I'd be seen.
So I left.
- I heard howling. - Howling?
You mean both women howled?
Like two cats in heat. That's how they sounded.
Like vampires.
Your sanctuary was looted.
Your rest disturbed.
Your stained and contaminated shroud, grossly invaded in a vile way.
In this desecrated fortress, I seek consolation for my troubled soul.
No judge can judge me.
I obey the irresistible law which makes my strength and weakness.
Your heart is wounded, and mine craves...
The ecstasy of your death.
I live only in your flesh.
And you will die.
Die to live through me. I cannot help it.
As I seek you, you will search for one...
to share the ecstasy of this cruelty...
the only form of love for you and for me.
Say it.
I hate him.
- Say it again. - I hate him.
Say it with all your heart.
I hate him.
He has desecrated your body to humiliate you.
He has desecrated my body to humiliate me.
lnvaded your body to enslave you.
lnvaded my body to enslave me.
Do you really know Susan?
You're a friend of her family and knew her since she was a child.
But... how much do you actually know?
Maybe she and Carmila were friends at school.
As close as two sisters, or even closer.
Are you crazy? That's an absurd suggestion.
This could be some sort of childhood pact.
Stop it! How can you think such nonsense?
You act like a father whose son was charged with a crime.
I want an explanation, you're just being offensive.
Then I'll just keep my mouth shut.
No! I'm waiting to hear what it was you saw.
Then listen and draw your own conclusions.
Last night I witnessed a grotesque ritual...
between Susan and your wife.
I won't give you all the details.
But she's certainly not a ghost.
Carmila is flesh and blood. A perverse paranoiac.
Your wife is just an innocent victim.
One last thing...
Both are very dangerous. Not for me, but for you.
You know why? Yes, you obviously do...
Because in this triangle... you are the intruder.
Freshly extracted...
it appears as a red fluid.
Its flavor... is slightly sweet.
The human body...
contains about a gallon and a half.
It is a little heavier than water.
But its viscosity...
is five or six times greater.
Our life...
depends on a constant supply...
of the substances it transports.
Another important function of blood...
is to transmit heat to the body.
That's all for today.
Leave your notebooks on the table.
- Aren't you tired? - I slept all day long.
Goodnight.
Kill him! Kill him now!
End his arrogance! Kill him!
Slash his face!
Find his heart and tear it out! Silence him.
Punish him for his insolence. Kill him! Kill him!
Destroy his evil powers.
Kill him! Kill him!
Run!
The doctor hoped to catch you, but not like this.
What can I do with you?
You want me to open the trap?
Alright.
But first I'll tie your hands.
No, I don't trust you.
You do it... Around your wrist.
That's it.
Very good.
Now the other one.
They will return. They cannot die.
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