Twins Of Evil Page #2

We do not want trouble

with a man like Weil.

I don't know why

I employ you, Dietrich.

You bore me, personally, and everything

you do for me I find tedious,

including this charade.

Look! He is possessed!

Is this your manifestation

of the devil?

Look! I've exorcised him!

You are charlatans, all of you.

Get out!

Forgive me, my lord.

No. Leave her.

Oh, of course.

And now go.

Yes, at once.

Your Excellency knows that I endeavor

to do my utmost to please him.

They knew!

They didn't play at being wicked.

They worshipped the devil,

and he taught them delights

that you will never know!

Of punishment...

inicting and receiving it.

Of torture.

And death.

Yes, of death

and of pleasures beyond the grave.

Something you could not

even comprehend!

But I know.

Go, Dietrich!

Good night, my lord.

No.

Oh, lord of darkness,

I am weary of this world

and its pathetic pleasures.

Teach me to reach

beyond the esh.

Reveal yourself to me

that I may bow down before you

and be your servant.

Give me the power to do your evil.

No. No, please! No!

As a token of my faith, I offer you...

this woman!

Satan!

Satan!

Satan!

Mircalla.

Frieda, what are you doing?

Nothing. Just looking.

The storm is beautiful,

and when the lightning ashes,

you can see Karnstein castle.

Frieda!!

Mircalla.

Mircalla.

He sent you?

Yes.

- Must I give my life?

- Your soul.

Your body remains on Earth.

You will be of the undead.

- When?

- Now.

Look in the mirror.

I can't see you.

We are the undead,

and the mirror sees only the living.

We walk the Earth,

but we exist only in hell.

Hold up, sir.

Morning. Morning, ma'am.

Just wait a bit. The boar hunters

are coming through this way.

We're not far from the village now.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

It's just the men of the village

out hunting.

That awful sound.

They're killing the boar, you see.

Don't worry.

Come in.

- Hello, Ingrid.

- Hello.

- This is Maria and Frieda.

- Hello.

I shall never be able to tell

one from the other.

This is Ingrid Hoff er

who runs the school here.

Her brother Anton

is the choirmaster.

I'm sorry that Anton isn't here.

He's hunting.

Oh, we passed him on the way.

I expect he won't be long.

They're coming now.

Girls, back to your places.

What is there to look at?

You've seen the men

coming back from hunting before.

Come on.

Shall we sit down?

The girls are always happy for any

excuse to stop work for a few moments.

I expect you two are just the same.

Come and meet our new pupils.

Come on.

Anton, this is Frieda,

and this is Maria.

- No, no, I'm Frieda.

- I'm Maria.

I can't tell the difference

between them.

Nor can I, but it seems Anton can.

- What do you mean?

- Well, just look at him.

I saw you ride by.

- While you were hunting?

- Yes.

It seems to be

everyone's occupation here,

hunting of one kind or the other.

What do you mean?

Boars in the morning

and witches at night.

Oh? Who told you about that?

No one told me anything.

I listened.

- To your uncle?

- Yes.

Don't blame me for that.

I take no part in it.

- Don't you?

- No.

I think it's barbaric,

but superstition dies very hard here.

You wouldn't understand.

I don't want to. I hate it here.

Your uncle is misguided, perhaps,

but he's a good man.

Perhaps I don't like good men.

Anton.

Maria was asking me

about the history of Karnstein.

I told her you were the expert.

It's all here, Maria, in this book.

Look, I'll show you.

And it's still a mystery.

I can assure you it's true.

Myths and magic are interwoven

for the peasants of Karnstein.

Where's Frieda?

Sir!

This is my niece.

It is a pleasure

to make her acquaintance.

My words were not an introduction,

but a warning.

Go in.

At once!

Sir, you are impertinent.

I am not a peasant,

and I acknowledge only one Lord.

Both my nieces will be instructed

never to speak to you again.

Haven't you got us

into enough trouble?

No supper and early to bed.

Is that all you ever think about?

Yourself?

Don't be so greedy.

But if anyone comes and finds you gone,

there will be a terrible scene.

No one is going to notice, stupid.

I don't know

what you're complaining about.

All you have to do is go to sleep.

I'm not asking you to come with me.

- I wouldn't dare.

- I know you wouldn't.

You are scared of your own shadow

and terrified of dear Uncle Gustav.

- Yes, I am.

- Well, I'm not.

I don't care if he does find me gone.

The count will protect me.

Frieda, I beg you,

think about what you're doing.

Everyone says he's a wicked man.

What about it?

Who wants to be good

if being good is singing hymns

and praying all day long?

He's doing what's best for us, I'm sure.

It might be best for you.

It's not for me.

I'm going, and you might as well

stop arguing about it.

And I warn you,

if you dare tell on me...

Frieda, you know I wouldn't do that.

I'm just telling you

you know what'll happen if you do.

Stop it, you're hurting me!

Not half as much as I will

if you don't keep quiet.

They're all in bed now.

No one will notice.

And don't lie awake

waiting for me.

And don't worry!

I shan't be long.

Frieda, I beg you, don't go.

I've warned you once.

You know what I'll do to you

if you make any trouble, don't you?

Don't you?

To Satan.

Dietrich...

you're not amusing us tonight.

What's wrong?

It is nothing, my lord.

It must be something.

Don't make a secret of it.

Tell us.

Perhaps a little later, my lord.

In private.

It is a personal matter.

A young lady, I'm sure.

What is it?

Did she run away from you?

She disappeared a few nights ago.

- I do not know what happened.

- Disappeared?

Then it must have been

your magicians.

Perhaps their spells really did work.

Her parents blame me.

You must have

a very bad reputation, Dietrich.

They are threatening

to report to the authorities.

They had better not do that, Dietrich.

It might be very bad for you.

You must pay them.

All peasants are insatiably greedy.

Aren't they, my dear?

Come!

No more of your love life, Dietrich.

It's too boring.

Joachim, more wine.

Really...

everyone's so dull this evening.

Gerta, you're worse than Dietrich.

If it is your pleasure, my lord,

I'll go.

No, it is not my pleasure.

You'll stay.

I want to know

what you think of Frieda.

Don't you think she's beautiful?

She's all right.

That's not a very

handsome compliment.

You're not jealous, I hope.

I am a simple peasant girl,

my lord.

We can be bought

for a few pieces of gold.

Now you're being insolent, girl.

- Greta.

- Silence, Dietrich!

You need to be taught a lesson.

- Don't you think so?

- Yes.

Then, we'll punish her together.

No!

My lord, I apologize.

If you'll permit me to leave.

Joachim.

You don't mind, do you,

if we... play with Gerta?

You are very beautiful.

For you, all pleasures

should be supreme.

And one supreme pleasure

is to take a human life.

For our pleasures we must pay.

Will you pay?

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