The Red Queen Kills Seven Times

Kitty!

Kitty!

- Hello. - Hello.

- What are you doing? - Can't you see I'm playing?

- Do you like your doll? - Of course. Her name's Elizabeth.

She's very pretty.

Won't you let me hold her for a bit?

I'm very protective of my doll, you know that.

Eveline!

Give her back! Eveline!

You're wicked!

You're wicked, Eveline. Let me have my doll.

Don't hurt her. Please, Eveline.

Eveline!

Come on.

Give me back my doll.

If you don't give me back my doll, I'll...

Eveline!

Grandpa, look what Eveline's doing.

I want my doll! If you don't give her back I'll pull your hair out.

Come on, stop it. Give her back her doll.

She always takes her, Grandpa. She never leaves me alone.

I'm the Red Queen and Kitty's the Black Queen.

- I'm the Red Queen... - Eveline, give her back her doll. Eveline!

Grandpa will get your doll back for you.

I'm the Red Queen and Kitty's the Black Queen.

Eveline, are you crazy?

Eveline... What are you doing? Eveline!

- I hate you, Grandpa. - Eveline! No!

- No! My doll! - I hate you! I hate you!

Eveline!

Eveline!

Mary... Mary!

Stop it! Get up!

- Kitty, let me go! - Mary!

Get up.

- Stop it! - I'll kill you, Kitty!

- That's enough! - I'll kill you!

That's enough!

That's enough.

Get up.

- She started it, Grandpa. - That's not true!

I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't want to do it,

but when I looked at that picture I felt something inside me.

Grandpa, you never really told us what that picture means,

just that one was good and the other was bad.

Mary, bring me my drops.

- Please be quick. - Right away, sir.

Will you tell us, Grandpa?

I'd have preferred never to talk about that picture with you,

but perhaps the time has come.

Many, many years ago

the Red Queen and the Black Queen lived in this castle.

They were sisters like you two.

They'd hated each other since they were children.

The Black Queen silently put up

with the Red Queen's wicked schemes,

waiting for the time when she could have vengeance.

When the Red Queen fell in love with a man,

the Black Queen finally got her revenge

and murdered her sister one night while she was sleeping.

She brutally stabbed her seven times.

Legend has it that a year after her death

the Red Queen came back to life, spreading terror.

She murdered six innocent people.

The seventh was the Black Queen.

At peace once again, the Red Queen returned to her grave,

but the same thing happened a hundred years earlier

and a hundred years later,

always in this castle

and always between two sisters,

and it will keep happening every hundred years.

Do you believe in these things, Grandpa?

It's nonsense. They're just legends, there's no truth in them.

According to the legend, when is it supposed to happen next?

In 14 years' time.

In 1972, to be precise.

That's a long way off, Grandpa.

You're right. Mary?

- Yes, sir? - Have that picture removed today.

Throw it away.

I never want to see it again.

You two go and play. Off you go.

THE RED QUEEN KILLS SEVEN TIMES

Grandpa.

Haven't you been outside long enough?

No, Franziska. I like it.

I love living in the countryside. Don't worry.

- Are you feeling unwell? - No.

- What's wrong? - We'd better go in. I'm a bit cold.

Oh, Kitty called.

She asked about you and said she'll come and visit us very soon.

Kitty's a liar. She never comes.

I haven't heard from Eveline either.

She's in America, Grandpa.

She could still write every so often.

Franziska...is that you?

Who is it?

Franziska... Franziska!

Help!

Help!

Franziska...

Herbert?

Herbert?

Did you hear...

- Hello? - It's Franziska.

- What is it? - Grandpa...

- What's happened? - Grandpa...

I ran into his room last night and found him with his eyes wide open.

He'd fallen next to the bed. A heart attack.

It was really awful.

Poor Grandpa.

Hadn't we all been hoping for the old man to die?

- I won't let you say things like that. - Isn't it true?

There's a nice inheritance waiting for us.

You, dear little Kitty,

his favourite granddaughter, will get the biggest portion.

As for Franziska and me,

we'll have our share, which will be half of Kitty's.

Isn't that right, darling, or are we going to spit on it?

You're vile, Herbert.

Well, Kitty?

I've got nothing to say. We already agreed.

Why the long face? Our lives are about to change.

If you're referring to my job, you're wrong. I'm not giving it up.

Last night I saw the Red Queen in the park.

I told you, didn't I?

Herbert had gone down to the library. He couldn't sleep.

All of a sudden he heard a yell

and a chilling laugh.

He ran to the window and saw the Red Queen running away.

That's ridiculous.

It was just his imagination.

I know, it was just his imagination.

But, Kitty...

I heard that laugh too.

- And there's something else. - What?

Didn't Herbert tell you

that the Red Queen

had Eveline's face?

No, Franziska, it can't be true.

Yes, I know. We know that Eveline's dead.

Come here a minute.

Good. Just like that.

Ready, Lulu?

Keep your back straight on the Vespa.

Frederick, send them all to the lab.

Help sort those models out and then come back here.

All right, Kitty.

Frederick, set the camera up for shooting in colour.

Look at those two lovebirds, Lenore.

He's trying to forget his crazy wife and she's doing all she can...

- Hi. How are you? - Hi.

- Tired? - A bit.

- You need a rest, darling. - I know.

Come to my office, I want to talk about next summer's models.

I think Martin's pretty good-looking.

Will your sister be there for the reading of the will?

No, Eveline's still in America, I told you.

We don't even know her address. I've tried to find her but...

Why are you so interested in my sister?

Why are you getting upset? I don't see what the problem is.

Until a few months ago you couldn't stop talking about her.

You're right.

It was liberating, as if I was breaking free from her.

Eveline tormented and humiliated me for years.

But despite all that, Martin, I really miss her.

"I, Tobias Wildenbruck, being in full possession of my mental faculties,

"write and declare the following.

"On this day, January 12th 1972, I decree

"that when my death comes during this fateful year,

"which is to be expected with my unstable state of health,

"to prevent serious misfortune from striking our family,

"my estate shall not be divided among my heirs

"until the current year is over.

"At the start of the new year

"Mr Bauer, my chosen executor,

"will open the envelope enclosed here, which he will keep until then,

"containing the list of my assets

"and my instructions for dividing them among my granddaughters,

"Kitty Wildenbruck, Franziska Wildenbruck Zieler,

"Eveline Wildenbruck."

That's all. Who knows what Mr Wildenbruck was thinking?

He'd been behaving pretty strangely recently.

- Goodbye, Miss Franziska. - Goodbye.

- Miss Kitty. - Goodbye.

There's no logic to the will.

What difference does it make if we have our inheritance now or in a year's time?

Grandpa didn't believe in the legend.

I guess it's not a bad thing.

Why?

For Eveline. We've got more time.

You go ahead, Franziska. I'll close the door.

Scream and I'll slit your throat.

Listen to me, Kitty.

I've been looking for Eveline for months. I want her.

- I want her! - I know.

I know Eveline's not in America.

I don't know where she is, but she's here.

You can't do this to me, Kitty.