[train horn blaring]
[train chugging]
[indistinct chatter over PA]
[indistinct chatter]
[harp music]
Come along and sit down.
[harp music]
[music continues]
[mouthing]
[music continues]
I'm sorry, Monsieur le Marquis.
[music continues]
Along to bed, darling.
[music continues]
Darling?
Philippe?
Darling, what is it?
Is something wrong?
I have to go home, Catherine.
Home?
Oh, you mean to Bellenac?
Why?
Grandec was just here. The vineyards are failing again.
Oh, darling, I am sorry.
How long would are we going to be there?
I mean, we must make plans
about the children's school and everything.
Catherine, I'd rather you didn't come.
During a vineyard failure it's not very pleasant.
They resent outsiders.
Outsiders?
Please, try to understand... Please!
Well..
How long will you be away?
I don't know.
Well, if it's for a very long, darling,
please, will you send for us?
We'll see.
Oh, I love you, my Catherine.
I love you very much.
Mama, Jacques's spitting those things at me again.
Jacques, you'd better not let papa catch you
with that awful thing.
You don't understand, Mama.
You see, Antoinette is Marie Antoinette,
actually, and I am the spirit of free France.
It's my duty to capture her and bring her back to justice.
Well, so, your papa will free France you,
if you don't stop teasing your sister.
Mama, why don't you and papa put Jacques in the army?
[scoffs]
Morning, children.
- Good morning, papa. - Good morning, papa.
Papa, please will you take me to Bellenac with you today?
Papa, I want to know
if I'm going to Bellenac today with you.
I'll sleep in a car and I promise
I won't ask you any silly questions.
Darling...
Philippe?
Jacques is talking to you.
Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I'm terribly sorry.
I haven't quite shaken the cobwebs yet.
Well, I want to know if I'm going
to Bellenac with you today.
I'll sing those songs you like to hear while you drive.
I love your songs
and the trip will be quite unbearable without them,
but not today.
Maybe next time.
[instrumental music]
Monsieur le Marquis has arrived, sir.
So he has come back.
Put another log on the fire. I'm cold.
I always seem to be cold these days.
Make me some more tea.
But first lock the door in case my nephew comes up.
Not that I think he will.
I would think madame would be anxious
to see Monsieur le Marquis.
In my own good time, Marianne.
Has the priest come?
Yes, Madame.
Pere Dominique.
God be with you.
Well, Rennard?
I... I wish to say we are all proud
you've return, Monsieur le Marquis.
Did you think I would not?
Some thought you would not.
I knew that you would.
How about you, Father?
I never doubt in the path you have chosen.
What makes you think I've chosen it?
You came back, didn't you?
[bell tolling]
I think you have chosen it, Philippe, my son.
Haven't you?
I didn't know you'd ever been to Bellenac.
Oh, yes, half a dozen times or so,
when Philippe and I were at school together.
We went there just after we were married.
I thought it was the most frightening place.
Almost as all we were back in the Middle Ages.
You know, I'm worried about Philippe.
He's never been like this before.
I remember even as a child Bellenac seemed to have
some terrible fascination for him.
As though he would obsessed with finding
some diabolical secret of the place.
[floor creaking]
Jacques, darling. What are you doing down here?
Mama...
I want my motorcar.
But darling, you ought to be in bed.
I want my motorcar.
So I can go and see papa.
- Is he... - Yes.
But he's never done that before.
Now talk to him quite naturally,
and you won't wake him up.
There's your motorcar, darling.
That's it.
Now, we'll go and see papa.
In your motorcar, first thing in the morning.
Now let's go upstairs, get back into bed.
[instrumental music]
She's come with the children.
[music continues]
[laughter]
Welcome to Bellenac, Madame la Marquise.
- Thank you, Rennard. - Madame.
I hope you had a pleasant journey.
Yes, very pleasant, thank you.
Come, Jacques.
Where is papa?
Where is Monsieur le Marquis?
I'm sorry madame, he's gone to Lapiton.
Your telegram was late in arriving.
Oh!
Did he say what time he would be back?
He said he will not return until late tonight, Madame.
[arrow swooshing]
Christian de Caray is a very wicked boy.
And his sister Odile is no better.
But... why should he do such a thing?
You might ask Philippe to speak to him about it.
[bell ringing]
Yes, I certainly shall.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a terrible headache.
Marianne, would you fetch me an aspirin, please?
I'm sorry that you're feeling unwell.
I shall try not to trouble you any more.
Don't let her in here again.
This time I can't...
I can't be involved.
[crickets chirping]
[horse galloping]
[dog barking in distance]
- Rennard. - Madame?
Didn't Monsieur le Marquis just get back?
No, Madame.
- Are you sure? - Yes, Madame.
Because I saw two men ride into the courtyard.
Who were they?
I'm sorry, Madame,
I neither saw nor heard anyone.
- Thank you, Rennard. - Goodnight, Madame.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[door opens]
[music continues]
Take your children. Drive out to the valley.
Never turn back.
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
Jacques, why aren't you asleep, darling?
What's the matter, darling?
I do love it here.
Oh mama, please let us stay here.
Don't let as leave here.
Oh, please, let us stay here forever.
Now, darling, you must go to sleep.
It's very, very late.
You will be a good boy, huh?
Darling, I am sorry.
Rennard said your telegram arrived
just after I left this morning.
When did you get back?
Oh, just a while ago.
I've forgotten how long that ride takes in the dark.
I had dinner with old Conier and his wife.
They send their best regards to you.
Oh, darling, I'm sorry I didn't came up right away,
but I had one or two things in the office to tend to.
I saw some lights on, in a tower room.
I went to see who was there, and...
Philippe...
it really was horrible.
Those de Caray children were carrying in a dead dove.
And there were men in robes...
Darling, the people of Bellenac
have always been steeped in strange rituals.
I never tried to understand them.
Neither should you.
You brought the children of course.
Yes.
Yes, of course I did.
You know, every time we've been apart,
I'm surprised all over again how beautiful you are.
- How are the children? - Oh, they're fine.
They've missed you. And so have I.
I had Jean-Claude in for drinks the other night.
- Did you? - Mmm.
He's very worried about you.
Can the vineyards be saved?
In time... maybe.
Well, there's...
not really very much you can do about it, is there?
[instrumental music]
Catherine, my family has lived here in Bellenac
for over a thousand years.
Somehow here the years seem to shrink.
I find myself thinking in... generations and centuries.
What are you seeking, Philippe?
Am I seeking...
or am I being sought?
Oh, darling...
- I just want to help you. - You can't help me.
I have great responsibilities here,
and they can't be shared.
But Philippe, what are those responsibilities?
Do the people here think that you're some kind of a magician
or a God?
Catherine, you shouldn't have come here.
I asked you not to. I want you to go back to Paris.
Take the children and leave first thing in the morning.
But darling, the children are unhappy without you,
and so am I.
Even now you... you don't seem to need me anymore.
Of course I need you.
I just want you to leave here.
Yes, but why, Philippe?
Alright.
Stay then, if you must.
But please, don't ever question me about this anymore.
- She kept asking me questions. - What questions?
She implied I was keeping things from her.
- Did you enlighten her? - Don't be a fool, Philippe!
I'd rather die than speak of that to anyone.
I think I'll go away from here.
As you wish.
You know these rooms are always kept ready for you.
This is no place for a woman, it never has been.
I sometimes believe you're all mad.
All the men of this family, from the very beginning.
She loves you.
She's a fine girl, a beautiful girl.
Take her away from here, Philippe.
Take her away and the children.
Put a thousand miles between you and this place.
[laughter]
Hello.
What's your name?
I'm Odile.
Odile de Caray.
And you're Jacques, aren't you?
And this is your sister Antoinette.
How did you know?
We met when you were both very young.
What's this?
Tell me,
do you believe in magic?
Do you, Jacques?
Do you?
In magic?
Oh, yes, I do.
Do you see that toad, there, on the lily pad?
Sitting very still.
All by itself.
I can see it but you have to look.
Exactly where I tell you.
No, Jacques.
Not there.
Just over here...
All by itself...
Do you see it now?
Yes, yes! I see it!
Well, shall we change that toad
into a dove?
Yes!
Alright.
There!
- Look! Look! - Where? Where is it?
There, there it is! Can't you see?
Flying up in the sky!
Look! I can still see it!
You're being silly.
Now come along inside children. It's starting to rain.
If it does,
the rain will not last, Madame.
Mama, she changed the toad into a dove!
Why won't it last, Odile?
These are not life-giving clouds, Madame.
Now, just exactly what are you doing here, Odile?
My brother and I come here often.
Well, you may tell your brother he is no longer welcome here.
I will not stand for him killing the doves.
[arrow swooshing]
[ominous music]
Madame la Marquise.
- Hello, Jacques. - Hello.
- Antoinette? - Hello.
You like it here, Jacques?
Oh, yes, I love it here.
I want to live here for always.
What lovely children you have.
I hope you overheard, what I said just now.
I will not permit your killing the doves on this property.
Killing doves?
Madame must surely have misunderstood.
My sister has just created a dove.
A white dove from a toad.
Mama, it stopped raining. She said it would.
[birds chirping]
I warn you, Christian...
if there's any more foolishness with that bow and arrow,
I shall report it to the police.
Come along, children, come along.
[music continues]
Run and wash your hands, I'll be along in a moment.
Philippe, you must do something
about Odile and Christian de Caray, immediately.
They are devils.
What did they do?
Well, that boy Christian,
that bow and arrow of his is a lethal weapon.
He's just managed to frighten me half to death!
The day I arrived he shot a dove right in front of me.
And just now he was actually aiming at me.
He must have been joking.
Oh, my God, darling,
joke or not, the thing might have slipped,
it might have hit me or one of the children.
He wouldn't have slip, he's far too good for that.
Philippe, that is not the point.
The point is the boy is dangerous
and he shouldn't be allowed here.
Catherine, his family have had a hunting rights here
at Bellenac for centuries.
I sure you he's quite harmless.
Both of them are.
Strange? Yes, but harmless.
I'm sorry, darling, but I don't believe that.
- Believe it, Catherine. - I just told you I don't.
Believe it...
or leave here.
What?
[glass shatters]
Philippe!
[instrumental music]
[sighs]
But what does it mean?
What does it mean, Father?
Has the world reached such a place,
we must ask what it means,
when a man chooses to pray?
Father, you know as well as I do,
that Philippe is not a religious man.
My poor child, you're upset.
Bellenac has this effect on you. I know that.
Perhaps you should go away, generate for a little while.
Yes, but why should I? I only want to help him.
But you're in no position to help him, my child.
Your husband is one of the few really great landowners
left in Europe.
For three years now the vines have borne no fruit.
If it were not for Philippe's personal generosity,
half of the families in his domain
would have gone hungry.
Isn't it just possible in these circumstances that the men
might to turn to Almighty God?
Yes. Yes, I suppose it is...
but... what was that ceremony,
up there, in the tower?
That... that wasn't part of any church ritual.
You should not concern yourself, my child,
with things you know nothing about.
The people of Bellenac are deeply rooted in the past.
Their traditions of worship are... ancient.
Some of these traditions may seem strange to an outsider,
but I think you agree they should be respected.
Oh, it isn't that I lack respect, Father.
It's just that I...
I want to understand.
Understanding is not always necessary.
Indeed sometimes it is not possible.
Now go to bed, my child.
You're tired.
[instrumental music]
[laughter]
Jacques!
Odile!
- Mother is angry. - I think we should go down.
Must you always do as your mother says?
Mama saw you on the parapet, so she'll tell papa.
Now you know perfectly well
you're not suppose to be up here!
Now go downstairs at once!
- But mama, we only play... - Don't argue with me, Jacques!
Go downstairs immediately, both of you!
How could you let Jacques do that?
How could you?
He might have been killed.
You know as well as they do,
that they are not allowed to play up here.
Christian and I were playing on the roof at home.
And here when we were far younger than they are.
Because nobody cared enough to stop you.
But I do care about my children,
and I don't want you seeing them any more.
But don't you think that kind of ultimatum
should come from Philippe?
Well...
has Philippe said nothing to you?
About Christian and the children?
Did he say he would?
Did he lie to you?
Oh, but you must be used to that by now.
Men always lie.
Personally...
I have no use for them.
Except for Christian.
But then he's different.
Catherine...
what's the matter?
Is the sun bothering you?
Are you alright?
Would you like to go in?
Odile: You're getting very tired.
Would you like to go in?
Your eyes are heavy.
Very heavy.
You must go to sleep.
You must go to sleep, Catherine. To sleep...
Careful, Catherine, you might fall.
Take my hand.
Odile...
Help me.
I am helping you, Catherine.
I am helping you.
Just a few more steps...
then you'll be safe.
And you can hold my hand.
Take it, Catherine.
Take it!
[intense music]
Odile!
[trumpet music]
[grunting]
[groaning]
Odile: Poor Philippe.
You're mad.
Quite, quite mad.
Then all the men in your family
are all mad.
But of course you know that, don't you?
I told you to frighten her, not to kill her.
My child, where is your conscience?
What a hypocrites you all are.
What stupid hypocrites!
I don't... I just don't know what happened. I...
One moment I was talking to her
and the next moment I was lying on the roof.
I could've killed her for what she tried to do to you.
Yes, I can believe it.
In fact, it's about the only thing I can believe.
What exactly does that mean?
Oh, no... it's just...
in spite of everything I'm... I'm sure...
that you personally...
don't wish me any harm.
But, darling, of course I don't wish you any harm.
I love you, you know that.
Yes, I do know it.
That's exactly what keeps me here, Philippe.
Catherine: Is it Jean-Claude?
- Yes, how did you know? - I telephoned him.
I wish you hadn't done that.
I don't want anyone staying here at the moment.
Oh, he's not going to stay, darling.
He's just on his way to Spain.
Well I can't see him.
You go down and explain to him I had to go to the vineyards.
You say Philippe is in some kind of torment.
But then he won't confide in you nor shed any light
on what has been happening here.
These are Philippe's ancestors, aren't they?
Who is that?
Oh, that? I think is...
Yes, that is Edouard, Edouard de Montfaucon,
Philippe's grandfather.
Philippe's grandfather, eh?
Philippe's father, as I remember it,
was drowned, wasn't he?
- Yes. - It looks almost medieval.
Twelve men dancing round the 13th.
Those men in robes...
they look like the men I saw in the tower.
[crickets chirping]
In the library I seem to remember
some kind of family history.
Records documentation.
Yes. Yes, I think there is.
In fact, I'm sure there is.
[dramatic music]
Do you realize how many of Philippe's ancestors
have died under, what the police will call,
mysterious circumstances?
Here is a list of 22 Montfaucons,
twenty two heads of the family,
who have died in various extraordinary ways.
Guillaume, 1262, murdered on the way back from the crusades.
Jehan, the same in the year 1310. He was only 19.
Gerard, 1437, killed while out hunting.
Jules, 1509, the same, and so on, and so on.
[dramatic music]
Catherine, you're in danger.
Your son maybe too.
Now you're trying to frighten me.
Yes, I am.
Have you forgotten already how that girl tried to kill you?
No, all...
that I can think of at the moment is Philippe
and what's happening to him.
I shouldn't have dragged you into all of this.
I'm sorry.
- I'm not leaving here... - No, no, please.
It would only...
I can manage.
But...
thank you.
[door closes]
Odile, what are you doing here?
I'm waiting for Christian.
Odile,
where is the grave of Edouard de Montfaucon?
It's in the forest, Madame.
Where in the forest?
Madame should take the lower road,
across the white bridge,
take the path to the right.
The path is steep, very steep.
It leads directly to the place.
Thank you, Odile.
[instrumental music]
- I beat you. I said I would? - I let you beat me.
You always get so bad tempered when you lose.
I saw madame riding into the woods.
Where was she going?
To La Bosse, Monsieur le Marquis.
Madame wishes to see the grave in the forest.
[eerie music]
[latch clanging]
[music continues]
"I would be saved, and I would save.
The Twelve dance on high.
Whoso danceth not, knoweth not what cometh to pass.”
[music continues]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[gasps]
[music continues]
[panting]
[screams]
[music continues]
[panting]
[music continues]
[screams] No! No! No!
[grunting]
[screaming]
No!
[indistinct chanting]
What? I...
I thought...
I thought I heard voices.
You were just regaining consciousness.
There was nobody here.
You knew, didn't you?
I knew from certain things I was told what might happen.
I warned you, you should be in great danger, if...
You were lucky.
It's only a surface cut. You won't even have a scar.
Now you must rest.
This will help you.
Dr. Monnet prescribed it.
Remember Dr. Monnet?
He says that you'll be perfectly alright.
You're just suffering from shock.
[sighs]
Oh.
- Philippe... - Yes, my darling?
- Please, don't leave me. - You must rest now.
Sleep.
Oh... Oh, Philippe...
Come back...
Please, come back...
I can help you.
No one can help me. Not even you.
You don't understand.
You could never understand.
"Whoso danceth not,
knoweth not what cometh to pass.”
It's in the painting, isn't it?
Catherine: Is that it?
Is that it, Philippe?
"Whoso danceth not,
knoweth not...
Goodbye, Catherine.
Goodbye, my darling.
[dramatic music]
[window closes]
[intense music]
[heavy breathing]
Ah.
[music continues]
[panting]
Ah.
[intense music]
[wind gushing]
[music continues]
[clicks]
[door latch clangs]
[exhales deeply]
[floor creaks]
[banging on door]
Open this door!
Open it!
Philippe!
Philippe, where are you?
Oh, please, somebody open this door!
[sobbing]
[breathing heavily]
[thudding]
[panting]
[groans]
[sobbing]
[rattling]
[creaking]
[snapping]
[window creaks]
[panting]
[groans]
Double two. You got to go back to the bottom.
No! It's not fair!
Come on, young lady, right back to the bottom.
- Your throw, Jacques. - Estelle, see it!
Yes! See it, Estelle!
See it!
Estelle, see it! You must see it!
Nine!
It's not fair. You won again.
Jacques: One, two, three.
Estelle, help me!
Help me!
What is that, auntie?
It was only a reflection from a piece of glass.
It's your go, auntie.
Jacques: Shall I go for you?
[groans]
Estelle! See it! Estelle!
[crying]
I've thrown a three! You've got to go back too.
Go on, auntie, go back.
Marianne?
- Marianne, where are you? - Yes, Madame?
I want you to go down to my niece's bedroom.
Mama is ill.
We're not allowed to go and see her yet.
That's true, Madame.
I don't think Monsieur le Marquis would li...
Monsieur le Marquis doesn't pay your wages, I do.
Go down there please, at once.
[indistinct chatter]
[buzzing]
[knock on door]
Marianne: Dr. Monnet is here.
Of course I didn't come.
For the very good reason they never call me.
But they told me, that you'd come...
This is one of old Mother Blossac's concoctions.
Yes, what is it?
Belladonna. My friends who practice witchcraft
call it by other names.
Monnet: Generates a potent narcotic.
And it can induce sleep, as in your case.
And occasionally it's used to promote states of trance.
Trance?
Monnet: Visionaries, religious seekers
have been using it since the Middle Ages.
Supposedly it induces states of religious ecstasy,
a spiritual purgative, one might call it.
The user is cleansed, prepared.
But, prepared for what?
Who knows?
Some glorious pilgrimage of the soul, I suppose.
Now, you come along back to bed.
That's it.
[bells tolling]
[indistinct chatter]
Doctor, what's happening down in the square?
The flags and the bells...
It's Les Treize Jours, Madame.
[bells tolling]
The thirteen days.
Is there something special about it?
Does it have some symbolic meaning?
It's just a fair, Madame.
A simple country fair.
No, it's more than that.
I attend of the bodily needs of these people,
not the spiritual ones.
Now, come along back to bed
and promise me you'll take no more this silly witch's brew.
Now I'll stop by. See you again tomorrow.
There. Good.
[bells tolling continues]
[chanting in foreign language]
[door closes]
[speaking in foreign language]
[bell tolling]
Philippe!
[bells tolling continues]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[crowd gasps]
Welcome friends and neighbors to Bellenac.
Philippe: And to Les Treize Jours.
Let the earth bring forth vines,
yielding fruit after its kind, whose seed is in itself,
upon the earth.
And the word was God.
[screaming]
No!
Oh, Estelle, please, you must tell me now.
What was it, that you swore to keep to yourself?
I swore on the "Bible."
But surely God will forgive me.
Surely he will.
I think of your little Jacques...
He won't have to do that terrible thing Alain did.
You... YOU mean...
Destroy himself.
Then your brother...
wasn't drown by accident.
He killed himself...
to escape from Bellenac.
From whatever it is, that's happening here now.
He escaped, yes.
But it was neither an accident nor a suicide.
It was a plan.
He is still alive.
He's in the tower.
Above here.
Estelle?
Where is Catherine?
Leave me alone, Philippe.
You told her.
Yes.
Philippe...
Even before you were born I prayed that you would...
Shirk my responsibilities, as Alain did?
Alain is your father.
Yes, but he's not one of the men of this family.
Jacques is.
Philippe, I beg you.
If it is now beyond your power to prevent this terrible thing,
at least spare your own son.
- Marianne, bring my son to me. - No.
Bring him!
Madame?
[sighs]
Fetch him, Marianne.
[instrumental music]
[knocks on door]
Monsieur! Monsieur Alain!
Oh, please, please! Your sister Estelle sent me.
Oh, Philippe, Philippe...
Isn't there anything anyone could do to?
It was you!
In the hall that night.
What has my sister told you?
Only that you are alive.
And that if anyone can help Philippe, it is you.
[chanting in foreign language]
Sometimes I believe that
on that afternoon in Antibes I really did drown.
Where did you go?
Oh, for years I wandered,
and in the end I came back...
to this shame.
[chanting continues]
Do you know the meaning of the words, Les Treize Jours?
There is here not an amusing play on one word.
Les Jours meaning, the days easily becomes Les Joueurs,
meaning the players, meaning...
Dancers.
The Thirteen Dancers.
The Twelve dance on high.
- Amen. - Amen.
Amen.
The Twelve who were dancing are the twelve apostles
and the thirteenth in their midst is...
Christ.
Long before Christianity
there existed religions in which twelve men danced.
The twelve...
and the one.
The Whole on high hath part in our dancing.
Amen.
When you entered the cathedral of Bellenac,
you have the impression that you are
listening to an ordinary mass.
Kneeling all round you there are people who hear.
But you do not hear,
because it is the Black Mass.
[chanting in foreign language]
Alain: And when once a year on that square
you watch the dance of the twelve men,
there are people who see in the midst of the twelve...
thirteenth, a living God.
Those people are not Christians and never have been.
And Pere Dominique?
He is a part of it.
No, more than a part.
He's all of it.
Pere Dominique is a pagan.
Bellenac is a... fortress of heresy.
Catherine: But what of Philippe?
Alain: Men like Philippe, Pere Dominique,
of course they realize
that what these people believe in is heresy
and they realize too what heresy is capable of.
The people of Bellenac
issue a command, that has to be obeyed.
But... a command to do what?
The earth... has to have sacrifice.
There has to be... blood.
I would save and I would be saved.
But someone must stop them! They must be stopped!
There's nothing that could be done.
When he embraced his son...
The Kiss of Peace.
That meant that Philippe was elected to... die.
[gasps]
I will go to the police.
[intense music]
Inspector!
I was just on my way...
Why are you here?
I thought you might want to see me.
Then you know.
We have all been worried about you.
Worried about... me? No.
You don't understand.
My husband is...
You need rest, Madame.
It was a bad fall.
Apparently the horse kicked her head.
Serious complications can arise, Madame,
if you don't rest after that kind of an accident.
- Let me take you to your room. - You stay away from me.
Philippe wishes to see you.
Pere: Because of the children.
[footsteps approaching]
The children...
Jacques? Where is Jacques?
The children are perfectly safe.
They're locked in the great-aunt's apartment,
just as you must be locked in here.
Philippe, you can't do this!
In a sense it is already done.
Catherine: But it's meaningless.
Darling, you can't do it.
Catherine, you can't stop this.
Neither you, nor anyone else.
And...
when it's all over...
don't try to make a fuss, because
no one will believe you.
No one will come forward to support what you say.
No one ever has.
You must be mad.
You must all be mad! All of you!
You're dying for nothing.
I'm dying for what I believe.
For my people and for my faith.
You believe in all this primitive nonsense?
Yes, I do.
Philippe,
you are my husband.
Catherine: I am your wife.
We have two lovely children.
And once we were all so happy
but here at Bellenac
you get sick.
Philippe, listen to me, please...
Catherine: Please, listen to me.
Leave here now, with me and with the children.
Catherine: That's all you have to do.
Just walk away from this...
this stupidity. This...
this evil.
Alain, your father, was right. He told me once,
"Drive out of this valley and never come back."
Oh, Philippe, my dearest, let's do that!
Catherine: Let's do that now!
Catherine...
It's our belief in something, that makes that thing
for a moment, or forever... divine.
No!
[dramatic music]
[gasps]
It is time, my son.
[music continues]
Oh!
[sobbing]
[horse galloping]
[music continues]
[crying]
[glass shattering]
[door latch clangs]
[door latch clanging]
[music continues]
[rumbling]
[drawbridge thuds]
[music continues]
[banging on door]
Alain! Alain! You must help me!
Catherine: You must help me!
Alain,
in a few moments,
in a very few moments
Philippe will be dead.
Philippe, who you once loved so much,
and who I shall love always
will be murdered.
Catherine: Sadistically murdered in cold blood.
Alain, you're alive
because you couldn't believe
in all this vile hypocrisy, this...
this heathen mumbo-jumbo, these sadists...
And because you weren't ill,
in the way that Philippe is ill,
Alain, I'm a prisoner here!
Catherine: But you can help me.
You told me you came back secretly.
Tell me how?
Catherine: While there is still time.
You can't be a part of your own son's murder!
Oh, Alain!
We must save him!
You and I, we must save him!
We've got to, we've got to! Help me, Alain!
Catherine: Help me!
[intense music]
[music continues]
Oh, no!
[horse galloping]
When asked if it did not strike him as surprising
that the fatal shot had been fired with,
of all things, a bow and arrow,
the Coroner replied, that he was not in the least surprised.
He understood from those who knew about such things,
that this ancient weapon
had recently had something of a vogue among the young."
People don't want to hear the truth, Catherine.
I shall never come here again.
[sobbing] Never again.
I want to sit by the window.
Oh, my watch! I forgot my watch!
I left it in my bedroom!
Did you think I'd forgotten?
No, my son.
I knew you would come.
[dramatic music]
Did you find it?
Yes.
[music continues]