In my dreams,
I go back to the year 1795,
to a time when I was happy.
I was on my way to be married.
I was going to the house
in which I was to find my days filled with fear,
my nights filled with horror.
based on the novel "Fengriffen- a chilling tale"
by David Case (NY, Hill Wang 1970)
What a lovely old house.
It was built by my ancestors,
that was 300 years ago.
Is there a ghost?
Ghosts galore!
Headless horseman,
horseless headsman,
everything.
Family tree?
Oh yes, they are all here...
from the highest to the lowest.
Oh thats a good portrait.
Who is he?
uncle, Fredrick Fengriffen,
said to be by Hogarth.
Really?
No...
when uncle Frederick came back from the Indies in 1765,
Hogarth died in 1764
Oh! After Hogarth.
sir Peter Fengriffen, the fox hunter.
sir Thomas Fengriffen, the witch hunter.
Whoīs he?
Now thats my grandfather, sir Henry...
...sir Henry Fengriffen.
Catherine?
My father,
sir Simon.
Now while you admire my ancestors,
i'll go and see that your room is ready.
ohhh Charles...Charles...
are you okay?...
...what is it?
whats the matter?
...what are you frightened of?
...well there is
...nothing.
Come and see the latest in the collection
there...
do you like it?
Good bye...good night, bye darling...bye...
God speed the parting guests.
Iīll be back soon.
Catherine?!
Catherine?
Whats the matter?
Ohhhh Chaaarles!
It was all in her imagination.
Why that?
Apart from the legacies to the servants,
which you can copy from the present will,
I want my wife to be sole beneficiary of the estate
 that is until we have children, of course.
Whats the matter?
Nothing...
...nothing.
What can you see?
Catherine thereīs nothing there!
Henry Fengriffen (1697-1759)
Oh Charles,
Cathrine, whats the matter?
there was a man,
Come sit down.
he had a red scar- like a birth mark
he was just in rags and bits of old leather.
Who is he?
Do you know who he is?!
He is a...sort of woodsman.
Yours?
No-ones!
Whats he doing on the estate?
Well he lives here.
Ahh Mrs.Luke,
do you know anything about the woodsman, who lives in the grounds?
I think you'd best ask the master, mi'lady.
Do you?
No mi'lady!
The servants on the estate come under the bailiff,
Iīm only responsible for those inside the house.
Is he a servant?
No.
Not exactly.
What is he then?
What is he?
This needs ironing. I'll give it to your maid.
Get down sir.
Hello?
Didnīt you hear me?
Oh yes!
I heard you mistress.
And why didnīt you answer?
I have to hear.
Nothing says i have to answer.
I want to talk to you.
I am listening.
Take your hands out of the water.
Which one do you like first, mistress?
Either!
Either...
Well as i am right handed
..how about this one?
Is that the one you wanted?
Now the other one!
You want to see this one?
I just said so!
Two hands, you see
eight fingers..
two thumbs, back, front.
Nothing special about it.
Who are you?
Silas - son of Silas
What you do?
I am a woodsman.
You have trouble with an elm,
an ash,
trouble with anything.
You just send for me.
How long have you lived here?
All my life.
My father before me.
The masters grandfather gave us the land.
Grandfather?
Henry Fengriffen!
Tell me about your grandfather.
What do you want know?
What sort of a man was he?
What did he do?
I have no idea, he died long before i was born.
He found the estate.
I spoke to the woodsman today.
He says, sir Henry gave his family the land.Why did he?
I dont know.Iīd happened long time ago. 50 years at least.
On the estate, there is a cottage, a hovel. A woodsman lives there.
Silas.
You know him?
I know of him.
He says, sir Henry gave his family the land.
That is true.
Why?
I am not at liberty to reveal information which has been entrusted to me.
You are the familyīs solicitor. You must tell me.
I can not without first speaking to your husband.
I asked him but he refuses to tell me anything.
But i must know.
Our marriage,perhabs our very lifes may depend upon it.
Return to Fengriffen, and tell sir Charles i will come to see him later tonight.
If you can help me i'll be eternally grateful.
Iīll try.
Thank you!
Show lady Fengriffen to her coach please.
I will try.
Get on...
Get on!
Come...
I get to ride out,
see if i can find lawyer Maitland,
he should have been here two hours ago -shan't be long.
What is it child?
That window!
Well, it could be one of two things.
A boy or a girl.
Congratulation to both.
Are you going to take her away?
Take her away?
To have the baby.
Certainly not!
Have you no fear what might happen?
Every Fengriffen for the past 300 years is been born here.
So will he.
He?
Itīll be a boy,
I am sure of that!
An heir to Fengriffen.
Charles for god sake, you must tell her!
No!
Then I will.
Will you?
No.
You believe in it then?
After what happend to Maitland?
Maitland was murdered.We donīt know why or by whom.
But his killer will be found.
His killer must be found!
Come come now Silas
save time ... tell us why you did it
Who else around here owns a long handled axe?
Every farmer.
Every small holder.
But they werenīt in Brintonwood last night.
Nor was I.
Morning Charles.
Morning sir John.
Morning sir Charles.
Morning.
Has he confessed yet?
Says he didnīt do it.
Who else could it be?
It wasnīt me master,
my time is coming.
You havenīt eaten any breakfast. You must eat.
I didnīt want anything.
Well think of the baby.
I donīt want the baby.
Why?
You know why!
You all know. But no one will tell me.
What is it?
Please, tell me!
I canīt
Why?
I am afraid!
Afraid?
Of what?
Afraid of what?
Ohhh pleeaase
I canīt tell you
but Iīll show you
Ohhh no
Will there be anything else mi'lady?
The master and Dr.Whittle think she must have fallen,
tripped on the stairs most likely.
Thank you Bridget that will be all.
Oh aunt Edith.
What are you doing?
I came here as your chaperone,
at your guardians request.
After your wedding I decided to stay to protect you.
But the time has come,
for us to go!
Go? Where to?
Back to London,
back to civilization.
Leave my husband?
I've ordered a carriage in the morning.
Finish packing your things.
Yes?
Who is it?
Aunt Edith was going to take me away from Fengriffen.
She died of natural causes - her heart failed her.
Thatīs what Dr.Whittle said.
Mrs.Luke was going to show me something.
Mrs.Luke slipped on the stairs. - It was an accident.
Lawyer Maitland was going to persuade you
to let him tell me something.
What was it?
Please tell me!
Please!
Morning master
How much do you want?
Want?
To get off my land!
Why would you want me to go?
Your presence disturbs my wife!
I wouldnīt want to do that.
I want you to go!
This is my home.
Always has been.
My ancestral hovel
I'll give you money.
Enough to live in london. Anywhere you want.
I stay here.
Why?
You know why!
"Some say, no evil thing that walks by night
in fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost,
That breaks his magic chains at curfew-time,
No goblin, or swart faery of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o`er true virginity." ("Two Brothers" 1827 by John Milton)
Catherine!
Set your mind at rest.
The baby is quite allright.
The foetus wasn't harmed one little bit.
Thank god, and Catherine?
Only bruised.
I meant her mind.
Help....help.....help...
Boy will be allright.
I bought you a tonic.
it'll help you, and the child.
There must be something you could do for her.
I am afraid not.
These madness are beyond me.
But there must be someone who can help her, surely.
I know a doctor in London,
well versed in a new science.
His name is Dr.Pope
It was good of you to come so quickly Dr.Pope,
i expect you are tired and hungry.
More curious then tired.
Curiosity is necessary at my particular practise.
Dr.Whittle mentioned your wifeīs dreams.
Can you elaborate on them at all?
No.
Do you know of anything that could be troubling her?
No, nothing...apart from her pregnancy.
Thats a normal reaction.
Has she been err..prescribed any medicine?
Dr.Whittle has given her a tonic.
If it contains laudanum that can produce vivid dreams.
I don't thinks that these dreams are caused by any physic, Dr.
Would you like to see her?
I am afraid she is gone to bed, but i can...
Oh no...no
don't disturb her
I`ll,...Iīll see her in the morning.
Does she now why i am here?
She knows you are a doctor, but i havenīt told her about you special field of study.
Ahh Bridget,
will you show Dr.Pope to his room please?!
Yes, sir.
Good night doctor.
Good night.
Shall i unpack you sir?
No thank you. I can manage.
Forgive my asking sir, but are you here about the mistress?
I am.
You wonīt be cutting into her, will you sir?
Cutting?
Cutting into her body, i mean.
Good heavenīs no!
I am not a surgeon.
Is my belief its a priest she needs, not a doctor.
You are very young for this position Bridget?!
Yes, sir.
How long have you had such responsibility?
Since Mrs.Lukeīs accident.
Oh?
What sort of accident?
She fell down the stairs.
Killed herself.
Did she?!
When was this knife resharped?
After the mistress....
...slashed the portrait?
Thank you.
Come in.
Good morning.
I am Dr.Pope.
Charles thinks i am insane.
Unhappy - not insane.
Can you cure unhappiness, doctor?
Yes.
If I can find the cause.
What do you want me to do?
Talk.
About what?
Tell me what is making you unhappy.
What about your dreams?
Dreams?
Yes.
Such as the one i understand you had on the night of your wedding.
Charles went to his room to change.
He left me here.
I undressed.
I was sitting at the dressing table.
I noticed that the window,
that one, was open.
I closed it.
The was a musty smell.erm..
a smell of the graveyard.
I got into bed.
Suddenly the candles went out.
Then a hand was clapped over my mouth.
A cold hand.
And an arm pinned me to the bed.
At the end of the arm, instead of a hand, there was a stump.
Severed at the wrist,
covered with blood.
You say the candles went out.
Yes.
yet you were able to see all this?
There was a fire.
the logs were burning brightly.
quite so..yes
quite so
Please go on.
"Malleus Maleficarum" (The Hammer of Witchcraft) 1487
by James Sprenger and Heinrich Kramer
Sexual relations with daemons.
Are there any storys connected with the house of Fengriffen?
Storys?
Yes.
Gossip?!
Local ledgends?!
Superstitions?!
Ghosts?!
None at all!
So there is something.
You would not have denied it so vigorously if there wasn't.
Tell me about it.
I canīt.
Try!
Its to dangerous.
I came from London at your request.
To investigate a case which could be of some interest
to those of us who study the science of the mind.
Also to help a lady in great stress, now...
i can -not do so if i am denied the facts- all the facts.
You must tell me everything you know!
Without your complete confidence, i am powerless.
There is a woodsman on the Fengriffen estate.
Fine morning for a walk, Dr.Pope?
How do you know who i am?
Is it the child you've come about?
What concern is that of yours?
If it dies,
iīll kill you!
I thought you where lost.
Good of you to come out looking for me.
Last night i saw a man outside the window, a fellow in rags, who is he?
His name is Silas, heīs a woodsman.
I found him today in his cottage.
He told me if ladyīs Fengriffen's child dies,
heīll kill me.
The mans mad,besides...Dr.Whittle will be attending the delivery.
Dr.Whittle is dead.
But before he died, he spoke of a legend.
Your maid Bridget is of the opinion that a priest
will be of more help than a doctor.
Your wife is terrified.
Isn't it time you told me?
Told you what?
What ever it is you're keeping secret.
No.
Why not?
Because there is nothing to tell.
You are a man of science, a doctor.
I would never had married Cathrine,
if i thought that there was any truth in the story.
The legend is...mere superstition.
If you wish to cure your wife,you will have to disprove that legend.
Not to our satisfaction,
but to herīs!
Sit down.
The legend dates back to my grandfather,
Henryīs time, about 50 years ago.
He turned this place into a house of debauchery -
ignored his wife and his son -
and filled the place with the scum of the earth.
15 seconds!
And Who is next?
15 seconds to beat!
13 seconds!
Well done.
You win the prize.
Whom shall we drink to now?
To Silas!
Who?
Silas!
Woodcutter
lives near wooden lanes ...got married today
with the masters kind permission and blessing.
So he was.
i'll wager he'll need a refill before the night is out.
Its little enough Sarah, but its a start.
Its lovely!
No, its not.
Its too hot in summer,
too cold in winter,
too small all the year round.
Its ours.
Thats what counts.
Now,
are you gone put me down Silas?
Or are we going to stand 'round talking about it all night?!
Are you still alive?
Yaaah.
Rise, take up thy bottle and walk.
I canīt.
What would it take to put you on your feet?
A winch!
Or a wench ha?
A wench haha!
A plump, well breasted virgin all ready for the oven?
How about that? How long since you saw one?
Years...
...decades.
How would you like to see one tonight?
...tonight...Tonight?!
If we are not to late that is.
Come!
It might be worth a ride.
Who is it?
Into bed.
So then.
We've come to view your bride.
Sheīs in bed, master.
Quite right too, where else should she be on her wedding night.
And what is your name my dear?
Sarah.
Have you taken her yet?
Well, have you?
No, master.
Perhabs youīd like some help?
No help is needed.
He, is the master!
The Lord, of the manor has that right!
Those days are long past.
An old custom is always worth reviving.
Especially with a buxom beauty like erm..
Whats her name?
Sarah!
No!
What did you say?
A servant daring to tell his master what he can do?
In his own house,
with his own wife?
Yes.
Step aside, weīll forget it ever happened.
For the last time,
step aside i say.
Get out of my way!
Hold him!
damn you!!
Get me some wine.
Pull him round.
So he can watch.
An old custom.
Silas!
No!
Please!
Help!
You must learn respect, Silas!
A servant without respect,
is like a unbroken horse,
it must be disciplined.
Look out, sheīs got a knife!
Take him outside!
All right,
get some water.
Twice today you raised your hand against me.
It shall not happen again!
Put his arm on the block.
Do you hear me?
Come...
Down there.
You beg for mercy?
What was that?
I canīt hear you!
Then take justice!
Fengriffen...
listen!
This evil you did this day,
will be avenged.
i swear a solemn vow
The next virgin bride to come to the house of Fengriffen,
will be violated
as was my Sarah!
but then shall come the true vengeance on the house of Fengriffen
and death
shall befall anyone
who tries to prevent it.
What became of them?
Silas lived
and Sarah too, if you can call it living.
She had a child but it died in infancy.
And then she changed,
from a beautiful young girl into a hideous mockery of a woman.
And Henry changed, too.
He tried to make restitution.
But Silas would accept nothing.
Nothing that is, until twenty years later,
when his own son was born.
A son to see the prophecy fulfilled.
Silas, son of Silas.
Then he accepted for himself and his descendants, the perpetual right
to live on the Fengriffen estates , free of any payment.
And that is why you see the woodsman and their son.
Here,
watching...
and waiting.
-Malleus Maleficarum-
written almost 300 years ago by two dominican friars.
Did you find it interesting?
I did.
The most sinister classic ever written on the subject
of demonology and witchcraft.
Gave rise to the inquisition
and has caused torment and torture beyond reckoning.
Its amazing when you consider,
there is not one scientific fact,
in nearly 600 pages.
You dont think so?
I know so.
Half the evil in this world
is caused by confusing the written word with reality,
or legend with fact?!
You've heard about this legend
and then in your imagination
these things happened.
No!
These things happend,
then i heard about the legend.
Its not the legend that haunts me,
its this!
I live in the horror, that this,
is the child of a ghost!
Now the legend said: The next virgin bride,
that would have been your mother.
No, my mother was a widow when she met my father.
Does your wife know that?
She might have found out.
Doctor...
will you stay here till the baby is born?
I will stay for as long as you wish.
Will you promise me something?
Iīll do my best my dear.
What is it?
I want to see it first, the baby.
Before Charles,
and before anyone.
Very well.
Promise!
You must promise me!
You shall see your baby first!
Four drops.
Is it a boy?
A son,
a fine son.
Wait!
Stay with her.
Congratulations, master.
A son,
a proper heir to Fengriffen.
I should have killed you years ago.
For the love of god man, stop!
Tell them he's dangerous, and armed with an axe
and they'll find him at the graveyard.
Has she woken yet?
Its a boy, isnīt it?
Yes.
May i see him?
Heīs asleep.
I want to see him.
"for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers
upon the children unto the third and fourth generation..." (Exodus 20:5)
Subs timing and transcript 1.1 proper: Mario, Les and Corny