Night of the Werewolf (El retorno del Hombre Lobo)

Hungary XVI century

Countess Elizabeth Bathory de Nadasdy,

this high court presided by the supreme judge of the realm,

Lord Theodosius de Szulo,

and the noble governor, Gyorgy Thurzo,

finds you guilty of the execrable crimes

of witchcraft, vampirism, and pacts with the devil.

Hence, you are sentenced to be immured in your chamber

and to stay there forever until the hour of your death.

Your servants, Iliona Hoff and Dorothea Sentes,

will be tortured and burned at the stake.

Your cousin, Moses Otvos, will be hanged.

And the rest of your criminal accomplices,

Darvula, Barsony and Torco will be beheaded.

Progeny of bastards, I will return,

I will rise from my ashes, and your world will turn into hell.

That woman is a monster.

She has drank human blood, practiced cannibalism,

and sold her soul to the devil.

Thousands of maidens and children were sacrificed

to satisfy the depravity of her assassins and her own.

Waldemar Daninsky, that Polish noble,

has served her faithfully.

He carries the Pentagon sign on his chest.

She dominated him with her satanic trickery,

and used him in her evil revenges.

Waldemar Daninsky,

this high court finds you guilty of the most horrible crimes.

It is proved that in full moon, and turned into a gigantic wolf,

you devoured hundreds of innocent souls.

Thus, your face will be covered with the mask of shame,

and your black heart will be pierced by the sacred cross

wrought with silver from the Bayerta Chalice.

At last my spirit will rest in peace.

Let justice be done,

and may God have mercy upon your souls.

Erika comes back from Munich next week,

and soon Transylvania, the Carpathians,

and their mysteries.

It's an exciting adventure! Like going back in time.

You are nuts!

Leaving amazing Rome to go to those places?

Such a waste of your holidays!

Guardala, che cretine! Your friend is completely mad.

Who still believes in ghosts, black magic, and all that?

Remember the other day, Renato?

She was drunk and started talking about the devil,

black masses, witchcraft...

And about that Romanian or Polish countess.

Hungarian, Renato.

Whatever.

I can't believe she said she talked to her spirit.

She was completely wasted, we should excuse her.

- Enough, leave our friend alone! - We are scientists.

We've been researching for many years.

As for Erika, she can think whatever she wants.

Scientists! You are too hot to have such a boring job.

C'mon, sweethearts, stop pretending to be smart,

you are always the first when it's time to party.

Always talking about anthropology, parapsychology,

and all those things ending with “-ology”.

They pushed you into the pool, uh?

This medallion belonged to countess Bathory.

The most valuable piece in my collection, certainly.

Professor, according to legend, if young woman's blood is spilt

over the countess' ashes and the medallion ritual is used

- to invoke Astaroth... - Yes, I know.

Elizabeth Bathory will come back to life.

Karin, Barbara and I have researched old libraries,

ruined castles, monasteries and all kind of documents...

You were my best students. I'm proud of your dedication.

Especially you, as you are the backbone of all that work.

Now, we know where to find the tombs of Bathory,

Otvos, her loyal servant, and Waldemar Daninsky, the werewolf.

You found them?

Why didn't you tell me earlier? You should have written.

Hmm. I wanted to tell you in person.

Where are they?

In a lost corner of the Carpathian mountains.

They were buried in Cachtice Castle, in Marbega.

We will go there.

C'mon, Yoyo, think about all the money I'll give you.

You know already how generous I am.

Yes, but stealing from the dead, especially from these, really...

My dear Yoyo, those corpses are just like any other.

They've been buried there for 400 years,

and they are only bones and dust now.

Yes, but stealing from the dead...

Once again, we are not stealing. I feel offended, my friend Yoyo.

I'm a philanthropist, and my only wish

is to save and donate those priceless artifacts...

To Budapest museum, so we don't lose them forever in the tombs.

We're making a huge contribution to culture tonight, my friend.

It took me years to confirm the existence of the tombs.

Yeah, right. Culture, Budapest Museum.

Did you say anything, dear Yoyo?

No, sir, just saying a prayer my poor mother taught me.

You, rural people, and your absurd superstitions.

Ah, ignorance...

I sincerely congratulate you, and wish you success.

My only regret is that my lifeless legs

prevent me from joining you.

Professor, let me take the medallion with us.

What are you saying?

We are not funfair charlatans.

We are scientists.

Munich University took pride in my professorship for years.

I won't let you betray that honesty path

with your superstitions or absurd black magic practices.

Mister Veres,

did you see that light in front of us?

It was a damned soul, I'm sure!

Again with your spooky stories?

I didn't see anything. Anything! Are we clear?

Carry on.

Finally.

“Here lies Waldemar Daninsky.

The sacred silver brought peace to his spirit.

Do not disturb his rest,

or those who dare will suffer the most horrible punishment.“

we are still on time, sir. Why don't we leave?

Nonsense, my friend Yoyo.

Let's get started. We must remove the stone.

It's been long since I embraced satanism

and black magic. I've talked to Elizabeth's tormented spirit.

She calls me.

She begs.

Erika, have you gone mad?

Karin and Barbara will come with me,

and their blood will be used in the ritual of resurrection.

Then, the three of us will enter a world without pain and death.

Aworld...

Of infinite power.

I will never give you my medallion!

Poor professor.

- You are just a cripple. - Huh?

Elke! Elke!

Come at once!

Don't bother, professor.

- The maid can't hear you. - What?

She is dead on the hall floor. I cut her throat when I arrived.

You are on your own now. Nobody knows I am here with you.

Elizabeth, I will finally answer your call.

I will finally free you from your eternal torture.

Oh, my lady.

Wolfsbane flowers and a silver cross piercing his heart.

May God help us.

A priceless piece indeed.

Please, Mr. Veres, don't do it, don't touch it!

Okay then, payment in dollars.

Here is your money.

Good, the car is yours.

It won't leave us high and dry, right?

It's almost 20 years old, and I know about cars.

I took good care of it.

Body is old, but motor is great, and you won't find another one.

That is a very good reason.

They have plenty of money, you know what to do.

And they are hot. We will have fun.

That's for sure.

We'll use the shortcut, and reach the crossroad first.

Look, ladies, it's none of my business.

Another one that wants to spoil our trip.

Shut up, Barbara.

If you want to tour the Carpathians,

choose another area,

but don't go near the castle ruins or its surroundings.

Terrible things happen there.

At night, strange lights lead unwary people to their deaths.

It's a hiding place for monsters and vampires.

Not long ago, two crazy men dared to go there.

They never came back.

I could tell you stories that would freak you out.

It's the devil who lurks around there.

Smoke comes out from the ruins, as if they were built over hell.

What a nice prospect.

Roads are terrible. Nobody uses them.

You might not get there.

On the other hand, I wouldn't recommend Morava.

You can come across bandits who steal and kill mercilessly.

Trust me, don't go.

Thanks for the advice, but we can take care of ourselves.

- The car keys. - Thanks. Let's go.

I'd like to stop over in Kisilova. It's a long trip.

Bye.

What a journey. Will we ever get there?

That man was right, these roads go straight to hell.

Stop complaining.

We knew it wouldn't be like a trip to Trevi Fountain.

Ah, Rome, you are so far away now...

First, the dough.

Then, all the valuables, and lastly a bit of pleasure.

Don't worry.

That way we compensate you for the inconveniences caused.

C'mon, baby.

Don't move, honey, and I promise I won't hurt you.

The dough.

Calm down!

Don't fight it.

Bastard.