Castle of the Creeping Flesh (Im Schloß der blutigen Begierde)

Here's to the next three days!

That's how long it goes on here.

With this Brack, there's one party after the other.

Cigarettes, if you please, ladies.

- How do you like it here? - Oh thank you, it is lovely.

Say, did you come with your fiancé?

- No, of course not. - But your sister is here.

- Yes, I think so. - And the young man is her fiancé.

- Yes. - They're enjoying themselves.

What do you think about going out for a ride?

- You ride very well, don't you? - That is what they say.

I own a small country house not far away.

- Yes? - Shall we ride there?

Yes, would be my pleasure.

I'm sure you'll like it.

Oh, a little adventure?

Would you like to experience a little adventure, Vera?

I would suggest we lose no more time, then.

The house lies on a very dreamy and romantic spot.

Quite ideal for an adventure.

How far away is it?

- About half an hour's ride away. - Are you sure we'll be alone?

Certainly.

But my guests mustn't find out.

- I'll prepare everything. - Yes.

- Hello, sister. - Hello, Elena.

Darling, are you already tired after one day's party?

Are you going to bed?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

He seems to own a hidden, romantic country house.

We'll ride there and continue the party.

- Marvelous! - Of course, you'll come too.

Of course, with pleasure. But I won't go without my Roger.

And Roger won't go without his friend George.

- Is that okay with you? - Sure, then we are five.

Let's drink to that. Give me another glass of champagne.

Cheers!

Let's ride!

Have you seen my fiancé?

No, not in the last half hour. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Will I hold out three more days?

- Hey! - Marion.

Are you going to leave your party?

No, I'm just going out for some fresh air.

Have you seen the exhibition of Toulouse-Lautrec?

No, not yet.

But they have been traveling for three months.

- Vera! - Yes. What is it?

- Show me the way, will you? - He didn't explain.

- But I suppose it must be this way. - Marion, do you know the way?

No, I've never been there.

Maybe George knows.

- I've got no idea. - Let's go.

We can try.

You're riding as if you wanted to seduce me.

On the contrary, it's as if you were trying to seduce me.

But you were supposed to go riding with my sister.

But you ride much better. Much more vivacious!

You couldn't have known that.

Vera hardly sat in her saddle

and you were already riding away with me.

- Is it very unpleasant to you? - I don't know.

Well, you must decide before thinking about it for too long.

Horses and champagne are the three most beautiful things in life!

That's only two things. What's the third?

What do you think? Women, of course!

- Do the others know the way? - Of course.

I explained it to your sister in detail.

- Besides, they can ask. - Whom?

The foxes, of course!

My horse can smell the stables.

Giddyup!

Yalla! Yalla!

Don't make your horse crazy with Arabic, Vera.

Well.

Well.

Thank you.

You're an interesting woman.

Temperamental.

Perhaps you are wrong.

Elena...

Casanova!

Elena.

You wouldn't dare to kiss me.

You know what you look like now?

Like Lucifer!

No.

No.

Yes!

Please don't.

I just wanted to play.

But not with me.

Are you afraid?

Yes, I'm afraid.

Good.

- Yeehaa! - Come on!

You are mean.

Please.

No!

Yes...

No!

You're disgusting!

Yes...

You bastard!

Elena.

Quiet!

Quiet.

Roger!

How much longer are we going to search?

We'll find the house.

I could go on riding for another hour.

Oh, I've had enough.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Elena...

Look at me.

Don't you have any idea where this house could be, Marion?

Gosh, no! I want to ride home now.

Hey.

Come on! I think we're close.

Please give me my clothes.

There!

Here.

And how about your fiancée?

You should have thought of her before. Now it's too late.

There!

Oh, you're a rotten, brutal animal!

Go on.

Hey!

We've made it!

They're coming.

Horrido! We've made it!

Good hunting! We are here!

Finally.

Hello host.

That was a sinister ride. Nobody knew the way.

- Please come in. - Thanks.

I'm thirsty like my horse.

Make yourself at home. It's all there.

Baron Brack!

- How do you feel, Elena? - Thanks.

I'm not human without alcohol.

Well, you runaways, when does the party begin?

- Gee, another party. - Cheers! To our host.

Enjoy it.

What's that?

The coat of arms of a very old family.

Aristocrats who still live here in this area.

Their castle is about half an hour away.

They had to sell me this hunting lodge.

Long time ago, it belonged to them.

They have retreated into solitude,

completely cut off from the rest of the world.

Very strange people. Loners and unfriendly.

Unfriendly? Oh, let's pay them a visit.

We'll cheer them up a bit, okay?

Forget it. No one has ever been in the castle of the Earl of Saxon.

Come on, let's have a drink.

I won't pay any visits, Stephan.

I'm too tired by the ride.

On the contrary! I'm not tired. I love to ride.

I love it when the earth is whipped, and when everything rebels around.

That's the way you see it too.

You like things being whipped, do you?

Yes, I got it from my father.

He always told me stories about Russia.

How they used to ride out into the fall storm.

Sometimes they did not come back for weeks.

Ah, they still roar in my ears, these old Russian Cossack songs.

- Were you ever there? - Me? No.

But it must have been wonderful.

The most glorious celebrations and great huntings.

They arrived in their troikas.

The most beautiful women were accompanied by men like from a fairy tale book.

Brother, I'm living in the wrong epoch.

Elena.

Yes?

Men with dirty boots!

Women in diamond-studded robes!

They had the wildest festivities! Am I right, Elena?

Yes, yes.

Don't listen to her.

She's crazy. She's dreaming.

You're right, darling.

And the champagne was flowing!

One could have flooded the whole Volga!

It was a wonderful life that I never lived.

You're dreaming and you are a dream.

Oh no. Sometimes I have a feeling that I've experienced it all.

You seem to have built up a great fairy tale world.

Maybe, but I love fairy tales.

Oh, say, you like fairy tales?

I can tell you one that happened right here.

It may have been three days ago.

In the forest. A young girl was attacked.

The daughter of the Earl of Saxon.

It must have been terrible for the young, innocent girl.

The father was so furious that he set a bear free.

Where did you hear that story, darling?