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learned of men cannot understand.

Are you suggesting that

my late assistant

has been brought to life again

by witchcraft?

You said the word, sir... not I!

Then you believe that I have

been practicing sorcery.

We do not know what it is

that you do here, sir.

We only know that we have

heard strange noises...

and seen strange lights,

in the middle of the night.

You are wasting my time.

I'm afraid you've got to

listen to us, sir,

or we shall have to take steps!

What do you mean by "steps"?

That there are procedures laid down

for the disposal of witches,

as well you know, sir.

You mean you'll burn me?

- I see.

- Gentlemen, I do assure you...

This has nothing to do

with you, Doctor. We know you.

This is between the Baron and us.

What can I do to convince you

that you're wrong?

Produce the body?

If I show you his body,

will you be satisfied?

How do you mean?

By digging it up, of course!

How else do you think?!

It's been tampered with!

The screws are loose!

There you are.

Where's the head?!

I have done what you told me.

What am I to do now?

You will kill Johann.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him!

- Christina!

- She was here. I saw her this morning.

- Had her bed been slept in?

- I don't know, it was very early.

- What was she doing?

- She was chopping wood.

Those fools are nearer

the truth than they know.

Hans is alive. His soul is

in her body. He's seeking revenge.

Two of those ruffians killed.

The third is still to die.

Well?

And what do you want?

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Are you traveling far, sir?

How can I make you understand?!

It's not only for my benefit that

you release me, but also for yours.

The murderer is out there! She will

strike again if I don't get to her first.

- Her?

- Her! Christina Kleve.

What are you talking about?

It is true... absolutely true.

She lives!

She lives, but her soul

is not her own.

It belongs to young Hans Bernau.

You sentenced him to death.

It would appear you

beheaded the wrong man.

Anton.

Karl.

- Both dead.

- Precicely!

And Johann?

I saw him this morning,

running for the coach to Innesbad.

What is all this nonsense?

I think you'd better explain

yourself, sir... from the beginning!

Would you care for

a glass of wine, sir?

That's very kind of you.

Yes, yes, I would indeed.

You know, I...

I can't get it out of my head.

Have we met somewhere before?

- We have.

- Where?

Drink your wine.

- It may help you to remember.

- Yes.

Yes.

Do you expect us to believe

all this childish rubbish, sir?

- Do you take us for fools?

- Yes.

He is telling the truth, officer.

He really is.

In that case you can rely upon us

to apprehend the creature. And...

- And what?! Destroy her?

- If necessary.

In the name of Justice, I suppose.

I'll get him!

Alright...

I give up.

Who are you?

I'll tell you later.

Much later.

Go on!

Hyah!

Won't you even...

tell me your name?

Blast!

- What is it, coachman?

- Horse has thrown a shoe, sir.

Damn.

- How long will it be?

- Can't say, sir.

I know where we are.

We can practically walk

from here. Through there.

Well, eh...

- ... if you're sure.

- Of course.

We can picnic on the way.

Thank you.

My hat box.

Follow me.

- It's warm.

- Yes.

Would you like to rest for a while?

Here.

Are you hungry?

Pass me the basket.

Stop! Whoa.

Some more?

Another kiss, first.

Now.

Do you really want to know

who I am, Johann?

How did you know my name?

I am Christina Kleve.

You have done what you

had to do, Christina.

You may rest now... in peace.

Christina!

Christina!

Christina!

Stop there.

Now, listen to

what I have to say.

It wasn't you who

killed those young men.

You didn't know

what you were doing.

Let me tell you who

you really are.

- I know who I am.

- Please.

And what I have to do.

Forgive me.

Christina!

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