Castlevania

You stay right there, Mrs. Djuvara.

I'm just going to get something for your cough.

Thank you, Dr. Tepes.

It bubbles when I breathe. Did I say that?

Yes, you did.

Don't move. I'll be right back with some medicine.

More leaves, I expect.

Mr. Djuvara always gives me leaves.

Leaves and acorns.

Probably turning into a squirrel.

I didn't know you were married.

My husband is travelling abroad. He'll be home before winter's done.

I'll be right back.

Yes.

I hate that you're not here...

every day.

But I love that you gave me the knowledge to help people.

Is that leaves?

If I have to chew more cud, I'm going to start making milk, Dr. Tepes.

No, no. It's a powder mixed with some strawberry wine.

A powder?

You sound like the old, wise woman we used to have.

The powder turned out to be her dried foot skin.

My God. I'm amazed any of you are still alive.

No, this powder is a medicine that grows as mold.

You're giving me mold?

I think I want the leaves.

Trust me. Just take two sips three times a day until the bottle's empty.

-That's all? -Come and see me next week if you like.

-But your chest should be clear by Friday. -Oh.

I don't know how we coped before you came here, Doctor.

Magic powders. My Lord.

It's not magic.

It's nothing but things we used to know, that we forgot or lost over the years.

No foot skin required.

Mrs. Lisa Tepes?

Yes?

You go on home now.

I am an emissary of the Archbishop of Targoviste.

Do I understand correctly that you serve as a physic to this community?

I'm a doctor, yes.

Uh, can I help you?

Is the Archbishop ill?

You know what to look for.

What?

What do you need? Tell me. I'll gladly give it to you.

-Silence. -I will not be silent.

Just let me help.

-With Satan's tools? -

Hmm? I don't think so.

Excuse me?

-Here, your Eminence. -

Satan's tools.

Make fire. Clean it out.

What?

We were told that something was wrong here.

It seems she was telling the truth.

What are you doing here that you need to subject the good people of this land

to such fearsome engines?

I don't understand.

Look around you.

Do you pretend that these things are not witchcraft and alchemy?

It moves on its own.

What is this?

It's medicine.

How could engines of the Devil be physic, woman?

It's old knowledge, that's all.

Sciences from older times, lost to history.

I have-- I mean, I've studied times past

and learned ways to serve our people more effectively, that's all.

Paganism.

No. It's just science.

It has nothing to do with any god or--

Nothing to do with God?

No, that's not what I meant.

Take her to the cathedral at Targoviste.

There shall be an Inquisition.

After she's interned,

you may take some alms to she who was the wise woman of this village.

Tell her that her good deed will, um...

carry her into heaven.

Destroy everything in this room. Let no trace of her magic remain.

Please. Please, you don't know what you're doing.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I am saving Wallachia from witches.

No. Listen.

Please, you don't know what you're going to bring upon yourself if you harm me.

You threatened me?

Listen! Just let me go.

I'll leave. You'll never see me again.

I can't promise your safety if you harm me.

You dare menace me with Satan?

Get her out of here before I strike her dead.

Not Satan.

If you anger him, he's worse.

Because he's real. Please!

He's come so far! Don't make him do it!

No, don't make him kill you all! Please!

- -

-Stand up like a man. -

My generals.

We prosecute a good war.

In killing my wife,

humanity has proven to me that they don't deserve Wallachia.

Wallachia will now become our seat.

We will scour them off the land.

We will continue to use the night hordes.

All the creatures of terror that humanity once drove away.

Afterwards, I think I will give Wallachia to them.

Perhaps that will be better.

Hector, Isaac, present me with plans for our next steps today.

The only two humans in your inner court,

and they are the ones who will plan our next attack?

The only two generals in my court who are not driven by thirst.

The only two who are bound by loyalty and intellect.

True. They are not vampires like you and I, Godbrand.

And that is why I trust them.

For we are about the business of wiping humanity from the Earth.

And they still stand with me.

What the hell was that?

He summons us from all over the world, tells us it's war.

We're finally putting the screws to the livestock and taking over.

And now this?

Turning the whole thing over to a couple of humans?

What is this shit?

-Hey! Where are you two going? -We're going to talk to him.

Why would he want to talk to you rather than me?

Perhaps he wants to meet with his own kind.

Godbrand, you've never met anything you didn't immediately kill, fuck,

or make a boat out of.

I don't understand why our lord doesn't tie you up outside

with the rest of the animals.

Bigot!

I like boats. I'm a fucking Viking.

We're supposed to make boats out of things.

Master.

Hector, Isaac, you may approach.

We are honored by your faith in us.

But to serve you correctly, we have to ask.

Why us?

Hmm.

Did you hear Godbrand down there?

"Livestock," he said.

So many of my kindred are the same.

They can no longer conceive of humans as thinking beings.

Just livestock.

It's the privilege of our condition, I suppose.

You can't hate livestock.

They are simply what they are.

Grazing animals to be slaughtered.

But you two are different.

You are human.

You are not looking at the scouring of humanity from the earth

as an opportunity to get the livestock under control