Satan's Slave (1976) - full transcript

- The preparations
are thus completed.

Let our work begin.

Bring to me the
vessel of reversal.

My child, lay you
down upon this altar.

Thus we begin, and in
reunion will we end.

By this token we the portals
of the unhallowed plain

have torn apart
and thrown aside.

The fire of torment is ablaze,

the heat is scorching,
the life is coming back.

Oh, great guardian on
your throne of gold,

I bid you, stand back



and let her return to
us in all her glory.

" No!

- I thee invoke oh, prince
of light and darkness.

At the dying of the flame,

enter into the body
of this lowly vessel,

that she may be made
worthy to receive the soul

of thy most
illustrious daughter.

Return to us.

We await you, oh,
beloved of the old faith.

Seek out this
vessel we offer you,

seek her out and return.

This is my will, and my
will shall be obeyed.

Hey.

Might as well finish it off.



Finish me off, you mean.

Don't look at me like that.

I know you're tying
to get me drunk.

- Now why would I
want to do that?

- For the same
reason you lured me

to your county retreat
in the first place.

- I just thought
you might enjoy it.

- Just between you
and me, I have.

All these old things.

There's nothing
like this back home.

At least, not where I come from.

My folks would go
crazy for all this.

I did it again, didn't I?

Why do I have to
keep mentioning them?

You must miss them, I suppose.

But I don't.

I wanted to get away from them.

That's why I came to
England, to get away.

I just wanted to pack my things

and leave without telling
anyone where I was going.

And now you're here.

- I guess the novelty
must be wearing off.

I suppose I'll have
to go back sometime.

You don't have to go.

- Hey, I didn't
realize it was so late.

- I dare say we could find
you somewhere to sleep.

Oh, you dare say, do you?

Well, I dare say I'd
be very grateful.

Where's the light?

Don't you feel kind of
creepy, stuck out here?

No.

English reserve strikes again.

Ooh, that wine.

You're like an animal!

You're insane!

Get out of here.

Go on.

Get out!

What time is it?

Early.

Where you going?

Home.

You said it was early.

- I told you, we're
leaving at 10.

Oh.

You're not really going
on that trip ar you?

- How many more
times must I tell you?

Yes.

What a waste of time.

Traveling 200 miles to be
bored out of your mind.

It's not 200 miles.

It's no more than 60.

And how do you know I'll
be bored out of my mind?

- Well spending a week with an
uncle you've never even met.

It's gotta be a bore.

Why?

I happen to like
meeting new people.

Just because you're content
to lie around in bed all day.

- All right, you've
made your point.

So I know why you're going.

You've been hearing those
voices again haven't you?

They're not voices.

They're premonitions.

I wish I'd never
told you about them.

Lot of old rubbish, anyway.

Well, I don't think so.

But I don't expect
you to understand.

As a matter of fact,

I have had a strange
feeling about this trip.

It's one of the main
reasons I've decided to go.

- I suppose you realize you'll
be away for your birthday?

Yes.

Why?

Oh, nothing.

I was gonna take you out
for a meal, that's all.

It doesn't matter.

Oh, John, I'm sorry.

Let's leave it until I get back.

I might survive that long.

It's only a week.

I have to get back to
start my new job anyway.

- Wait just a minute, I've
got something for you.

Here.

Happy birthday.

Sorry, I didn't have
time to wrap it.

Oh, John, it's beautiful.

It was my mother's.

It's lovely, but I can't.

Yes, you can.

There.

Thank you.

I've got to go.

- Aren't you gonna
thank me properly?

Hello!

Hello.

Sorry I'm late.

- We thought you might
have changed your mind

about coming with us.

I couldn't catch a bus.

Hello, Mom.

Oh, there you are.

You might have told us you
were gonna stay out all night.

Forgot, sorry.

- It's not as if we
knew where you were.

- We had a pretty
shrewd idea though.

Look.

Oh Catherine, it's lovely.

- It's my birthday
present from John.

Look Malcolm, isn't it lovely?

Very nice.

That must have set
him back a bob or two.

Actually, it was his mother's.

Well isn't that sweet?

He must think a lot of you.

I think he does.

I'd better go and get changed.

- You'll have to let
us meet him sometime.

I do hope the weather
holds out for us this week.

I'd hate to be
snowbound in the county.

- I don't think there's
much chance of that.

Anyway, we may not stay a week.

Why shouldn't we stay?

I don't know.

It's just that...

Well, you might not
get on with Alexander.

Or I might not get on
with him come to that.

We haven't seen each other
since we were kids remember?

- I didn't even know
you had a brother.

I'm not surprised.

Quite honestly, I think
he's got a bit of a cheek.

I mean demanding that
we go and stay with him

after all this time.

He didn't demand.

Well, you know what I mean.

- He's probably
lonely, that's all.

Why should he be lonely?

- Well I told you,
his wife died.

- I didn't know it
was this remote.

Here, let me see the map.

Well, it must be down
one of these roads.

Let's try the left hand one.

That could be it up ahead.

What is it, Malcolm?

My head.

Oh, my God, look out!

Mom?

She's all right, isn't she?

Yes, she'll be all right.

How about you?

I'm fine.

Just a few bruises, I think.

I'd better get some help.

- No, you stay here
with Mom, I'll go.

Tell them to get an ambulance.

Come away.

No, let me go!

Alexander, come and help me!

I can't control her!

Come on.
- Let me go!

- Stephen, the
fire extinguishers!

Feeling a little better?

Yes, thank you.

Good.

These tablets are
only sedatives.

They're quite harmless, but
they will make you sleep.

Is the room ready?

Yes.

Good.

Now then,

come along, young lady.

UP YOU get.

And off you go to bed.

I'll be along in a moment to
make sure you're comfortable.

What is it, Stephen?

There was nothing I could do.

I'm terribly sorry.

You must phone the police.

Off to sleep, my dear.

We'll look after you.

There we are.

Who are you?

- I'm Francis, your
uncle's secretary.

Comfortable?

Yes, thank you.

You must sleep.

Plenty of rest is
what I prescribe.

Did Malcolm...

Did your father ever tell
you that I was a doctor?

It's at moments like this
that I'm glad that I am.

Sleep now.

We'll talk tomorrow.

And remember, if
you want anything

I'll be downstairs.

Hello.

I haven't seen much
of you recently.

No, you haven't, have you?

Ooh.

Is that all I get?

No.

I have things to do.

- Can't you spare me
just a few minutes

of your, valuable time?

- I must go and
check on Catherine.

She's asleep.

She'll be asleep all night.

- Maybe, but I still
want to see how she is.

Look!

Leave her alone!

Stay here with me.

She's my cousin.

I have to go and see her.

And I want you here, damn you!

I love you, Stephen.

What do you want me to do, hm?

- I don't want you to
do anything, Francis!

You bastard!

Keep quiet!

Let go of me.

Let go!

You're hurting my arm!

- I will let go of
you when you shut up.

Shut up!

What's the matter?

You're afraid your
cousin might hear?

You...

Mom?

Good morning, Catherine.

I've brought you your breakfast.

I thought you were...

You've been dreaming.

Don't upset yourself.

I'll fetch your uncle.

Alexander.

What is it, Catherine?

Are you all right?

She had a dream.

She thought I was-

Thank you, Francis.

That Will be all.

It's inevitable that you
should be suffering from shock.

And shock can affect
you in many ways.

You understand that,
don't you, my dear?

There's no instant cure.

It'd be very wrong for me
to suggest that there was.

But time heals, believe
me, that's true.

So I want you to stay here
for as long as you need to.

And look on me not
only as your uncle

but as your friend
and your doctor

who wants to help
you all he can.

Thank you.

- There's no reason for you to
rush back to London is there?

No, I don't think so.

Good.

Then we'll have plenty of time
to get to know each other.

I'll be downstairs when
you're ready to get up.

Everything seems, so unreal.

Like a dream.

That's what everybody
says, isn't it?

But it's just that I, I
can't accept the truth.

I can't accept the fact that

I saw the car blow up
in front of my eyes.

Why did it blow up?

That sort of thing
doesn't just happen.

I, too, found it incredible.

The police say that Malcolm...

That your father must
have left the ignition on.

This ignited the
petrol, which exploded.

But why us?

Why did it have to happen to us?

- You echo my very
thoughts when my wife died.

"Why us" I asked.

She was so very young.

But we are all mortal.

Catherine,

I know this is a
painful time for you,

but the police would like
to ask you a few questions.

Oh, no.

Never mind.

We'll keep them
waiting a few days.

Yes, all right.

Oh, one other thing Catherine.

We didn't see any reason
for delaying the funeral

so we decided to
hold the service

in our private burial
ground this afternoon.

You'd like to be there?

Don't worry, I understand.

Think about it.

You've time to think.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

- It's all right, it's just
that I didn't see you there.

Nor did I.

I mean I hadn't realized
you were up yet.

- I didn't feel like
staying in bed any longer.

There didn't seem
to be any point.

No, of course not.

This is a beautiful house.

You must be very rich.

No, not really.

At least, not since father
gave up the practice.

- How does he manage
to keep up all this?

- Oh, he gets money
here and there.

Friends.

I don't really know.

Wish I had friends like that.

- Would you like a look
around the grounds?

What, now?

I don't know.

The air will do you good.

I'm sure Father would agree.

- Well all right, but
I haven't got a coat.

- Oh that's alright, Francis
will lend you one of hers.

I'll get her while
you're dressing.

What happened to the car?

The police took it.

Now come along,

you wanted to see the grounds.

- It's difficult
to know what to say

to relatives you
never knew you had.

Why?

- Well, I feel we
know each other

and yet we don't, if
you see what I mean.

I know a lot about you.

Do you?

Yes, my father used to tell me

all about you when
we lived in Africa.

He was always going on
and on about his brother

and how he'd been
given the daughter

that my father should have had.

He doesn't like
me much, you see.

Always wanted a daughter.

But there was no chance of
having any more children,

so he got stuck with me.

Because your mother died?

Yes.

- Your father said
she was very young.

She was 29.

That's terrible.

I am sorry, I didn't mean-

- No, it's all right,
it was a long time ago.

Was it an accident?

Yes, that's what it was.

It was an accident.

This is our enchanted forest.

They wanted to sell
it but they couldn't.

It's protected or something.

Because of what happened here.

What was that?

Oh, of course!

You wouldn't know, would you?

Some people are sensitive
to their surroundings

than others, aren't they?

Are they?

Yes.

It's hereditary.

An ability to pick up
certain vibrations.

I sometimes have premonitions.

Do they come true?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

It's just that it's
getting rather cold.

I think I would
like to go back now.

- Don't you want to
know what happened here?

No.

Catherine.

No.

Catherine.

No.

Stephen?

Stephen!

Stephen!

You've been a long time.

What is it out there?

I'm sorry, I'm not with you.

- Why did you
leave me on my own?

- I thought you
were following me,

but then I looked
around and you'd gone.

No.

You walked off and left me.

- But I didn't leave
you, Catherine.

You were cold.

You wanted to come
back to the house.

Don't you remember?

But I saw something.

I saw the car explode.

That was yesterday.

No, today.

Just now.

No, Catherine.

But I saw it, Stephen.

Out there.

But it wasn't my parents
who were burning,

it was me.

Look, it's all right.

You're probably still in shock.

It sometimes happens like this.

Father has explained
it all to me,

how these things sometimes
can play tricks on the mind.

But it seemed so real.

And the voices, you
must have heard them.

Just the wind.

I've never been so frightened.

- For as much as it hath
pleased almighty God

to take unto
Himself the souls of

our dear brother and
sister here departed,

we therefore commit their
bodies to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection
to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ.

The grace of our
Lord Jesus Christ

and the love of God

and the fellowship
of the Holy Ghost

be with us all evermore.

Amen.

Do you mind if I join you?

No, of course not.

- You wouldn't
prefer to be alone?

No, I'd like you to stay.

- That boy's a
complete mystery to me.

One moment, I fear
for his sanity

and the next, butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Remarkable what a pretty
face can achieve, isn't it?

- I wouldn't trust him as
far as I could throw him.

Very wise, my dear.

Very wise indeed.

Hello?

Yes.

Excellent, I'm glad to say.

You know that's not possible.

Because I say so.

You must allow me to
be the judge of that.

No.

No chance whatsoever.

I'm afraid it's impossible.

We must keep to the
plan, as arranged.

I can assure you, nothing
will change my mind.

Yes.

Yes, you will.

Goodbye.

- We will not talk
about it later,

we will talk about it now.

I won't let you do
this to me, Stephen.

- Look, I've
explained it nicely,

what more do you want?

- Oh I've never wanted
anything from you.

Not much, you haven't.

All I've wanted,

all I've ever wanted
since you took me

into your bed and lied to me,

is for you to be nice to me.

To be around occasionally.

I don't care what you
do with your life,

what girls you pick up,
what you do with them,

but I won't be
rejected for good.

I won't!

Especially not for her, Stephen.

Not for her.

- Well, it's too bad,
isn't it, Francis?

Because it's over.

Do you understand?

Over.

Finished!

Catherine.

We'd better go, hadn't we?

Yes.

- Well here's to
affairs gone by.

Ouch.

Abbadon.

Apollyon.

Asmodeus.

Moloch.

Timbon.

Satan.

" Oh!

It's blood!

It's only wine.

Here, let me.

What's the matter, Catherine?

What is it?

I don't know.

I felt so frightened.

You're probably still upset.

No, it's more than that.

Please, take me back.

How are you feeling now?

A little better.

We'll soon be home.

What the...

What happened?

Nothing's happened.

Catherine just isn't
feeling very well.

Catherine, your skirt.

Are you all right?

I Will be.

It was an accident.

I just want to rest.

Yes, of course.

I didn't do anything.

It was an accident.

Some wine got spilled.

It wasn't Stephen's fault.

- He should not have
allowed it to happen.

I shall talk to
you later, Stephen.

Come, I'll take
you to your room.

You seem to be
running a temperature.

But why?

I was only sitting in the car.

Shock, my dear.

What's happening to me?

Nothing you need worry about.

Here, take these.

What are they?

It's only a sedative.

Like the ones you had before.

You're going to have
another sound night's sleep

and then we'll start again
from scratch tomorrow.

- But my skirt, I
wanted to take it off.

- It's
not important.

But the wine-

Francis will take care of it.

Everything will be all right.

Delirious.

Becoming delirious.

Catherine?

Oh, thank God.

It's all right, I'm here now.

I heard you cry out.

I've had a dream.

A nightmare.

Oh, but it seemed so...

Real?

- So many things have
been playing on my mind.

The accident.

This house.

The talk about witches.

Your father keeps telling me
it's shock, I know, but...

Oh, I don't know.

We don't mean to frighten you.

I know that.

- You're not frightened
of me, are you?

Not right now.

That's good.

I wouldn't like to think
that I have frightened you.

Catherine!

Hello.

- You'll catch cold,
out here so early.

No, I won't.

I feel marvelous today.

- Any
particular reason?

Yes.

There is a reason.

" Oh?

And what might that be?

You.

" Me?

What have I done?

Made me fall in love with you.

- The thing I admire
most about you, Francis,

is your ability to
suffer in silence.

Don't ever change.

Is the pleasure of
Stephen worth the pain?

When can we go?

I don't know.

Soon?

- But it's rather
difficult you see.

Why?

Father.

- I don't want him to
think I'm ungrateful.

He's been so kind to me.

You all have.

But it's just that
I'm better now.

I know I am.

And this house,

holds too many memories for me.

I'm sure I'd feel
happier if I went away.

- Yes, I do understand
what you mean.

- And so will your
father, I'm sure of it.

- Well he may not have
much feeling for me,

but I'm the only
family he's got.

- He won't mind you going
away with me will he?

It's not as if he's never
going to see you again.

I shall have to ask him.

I knew you would.

Come on.

I suppose I ought to phone
John and let him know.

It's only fair.

- Why don't
you wait until London

before you do that.

- I'm a coward,
that's the trouble.

There's a phone in
the hall, isn't there?

' Yes.

Well?

She wants to leave.

This wouldn't have happened

if you'd followed
my instructions.

- Well, what
are we going to do?

You've done enough already.

Yes?

Is John there, please?

- John's gone away
for a few days, I'm afraid.

Where to?

Oh, he didn't say.

- I'm sorry, who
am I speaking to?

- Well, he'll be
back again on Wednesday,

if you'd like to try then.

Yes, okay, I'll do that.

Who shall I say called?

Catherine.

Righty-O then.

Bye, love.

- Another of my son's
mistakes rectified.

What other blunders
have you made, Stephen?

What else have we got
to clear up after you?

What else did he tell her?

- Well what did
you say, Stephen?

Come on, what did you say?

I said we'd go away together.

I see.

And did you mean it?

No.

- Anyway, it doesn't
matter does it?

- Very soon you'll realize
just how much it matters.

Tomorrow is
Catherine's birthday,

we must complete
the arrangements.

Go and talk to her.

Keep her out of harm's way.

If you've ruined
my plans, Stephen,

I'll kill you.

I can promise you that.

Hello.

I'm looking for my bracelet.

I can't seem to
find it anywhere.

You won't find it.

Why?

Do you know where it is?

It's been taken.

Taken?

Who would want to take it?

Come with me and I'll explain.

Camilla Yorke.

She's to blame,
Catherine, for everything.

She is the reason
you're being kept

a prisoner in this house.

A prisoner?

I'd hardly call
myself a prisoner.

- Oh you may not
realize it but you are,

and have been ever since
you came to this house.

Have you ever heard
of necromancy?

_ vaguely.

The art of raising the dead.

Alexander and Stephen have
very great interest in it.

Who are they tying to raise?

Camilla.

You're crazy.

- Listen to what I
have to say first

and then laugh if you want to.

Camilla was known to
have incredible powers.

And ever since he was a boy

Alexander has dreamt of
bringing her back to life.

Of using her powers for himself

and of making her high
priestess of his coven.

His coven?

Yes.

After many attempts
he discovered

that the only satisfactory
way to resurrect the dead

is through the body of
a direct descendant.

You don't mean me?

- Catherine, you are a direct
descendant of Camilla York.

So confident of his knowledge,

Alexander sacrificed
the life of his own wife

but the experiment failed.

So sure of success,
he allowed Stephen,

who was no more than a child

to watch the ceremony,

and the murder of
his own mother.

An experience which
affected his mind

for the rest of his life.

But that's horrible.

It can't be true.

There is more proof,

if you still don't believe me.

That's Camilla.

- Why have they been
playing this trick with me?

Why didn't they do something
when I first arrived?

- They had to wait for the
right time, your 20th birthday.

That's tomorrow!

That's why you must leave.

We both must.

The main road's
not far from here

and we can be miles
away by morning.

But why can't we leave now?

Or phone the police?

Oh, no one makes phone calls

that Alexander
doesn't know about.

But I did, to John.

He didn't try to stop me.

No, Catherine, John is dead.

Alexander killed him.

That's why he needed
your bracelet,

to reach John.

But I spoke to somebody.

Catherine, it was me.

Oh, I am sorry, but I
had to tell you this.

We'll meet in the
kitchen tonight, okay?

- You seem very
interested in the time.

- No, it's just that
I'm rather tired.

I think I'll go up to bed.

What a sensible girl.

- I can hardly
keep my eyes open.

- Don't
you want dessert?

- Francis will bring
you up some hot milk.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

Don't forget,

tomorrow's your special day.

Goodnight.

You're supposed to be tired.

I'm glad you're not.

Please, don't.

What's wrong?

I just don't want you to.

- I spoke to Father about
our going away together.

Don't you want to
hear what he said?

Tell me tomorrow.

I don't understand you.

At first you say you want to
leave as soon as possible,

and now you're not
even interested.

I am interested.

It's just that I'm tired.

- You didn't seem
tired when I came in.

Has anything happened to
make you change your mind?

No.

I just want to go to sleep.

Do you really?

That's what I said.

Stephen!

Have you come to try
and get 'round me?

Well you know me always
ready to forgive and forget.

You know I couldn't love
anybody as much as I do you.

I had to take them.

Stephen, he was blackmailing me.

I wasn't going to
show them to anybody,

I wasn't going to tell anybody!

Let me keep them, please!

Francis?

It's taken a long time,

but now you belong to us.

Your time has come, Catherine.

You are 20 years
old, the age at which

Camilla departed
from this earth.

You deserve to be told

something about our sacred lady

before you give your
soul up for her.

There's no need.

Then we can proceed.

The ritual burning.

Take her.

Stephen.

Stephen, don't, please!

Bring her!

Please!

No!

Get her!

Get her back!

Catherine!

Catherine, what's
the matter with you?

Oh, no, it can't be!

Can't be what?

What do you mean?

- You're not my
father, he's dead!

- We'd better get you
back in the house.

- No, he's dead,
he was burnt alive!

Let me go!

Oh!

I'm sorry.

But look at me.

I am your father.

Oh, God.

Think!

You know I am.

I'm going mad!

Catherine, listen to me.

Do you know where you are?

Yes.

Uncle-

- Uncle
Alexander's, that's right.

He's trying to kill me.

To kill you?

Now, now, slowly now.

Do you remember how we got here?

Yes, by car.

But it crashed!

Yes.

It burst into flames.

You were burnt alive!

- Catherine, only
you were injured.

You hit your head.

You were delirious, we
took you into the house

and Uncle Alexander
gave you a sedative.

He's a doctor.

I told you on the
way here, remember?

Yes.

He is a doctor, isn't he?

Now it's coming back, you see?

- I'm not sure, I
just don't know.

You've had a very long sleep,

and you must have
had a very bad dream.

A dream?

I can't believe it.

It all seemed so clear.

The black magic, the...

What do you mean,
a very long sleep?

It's true, you have.

When did we arrive here?

Yesterday afternoon.

But I've been here...

It seems as if I've
been here for days.

- Let's go in and find out
how you got into such a mess.

People.

They were chasing me.

What people?

Where?

Let's go in and
find your mother.

Good God!

- She must have
been sleepwalking.

Look at the state you're in!

Exactly.

- My poor child, come to the
fire, you must be frozen.

- I've only been out of
the house for half an hour.

- You should've been
sleeping soundly.

If only I'd known.

Where's Elizabeth?

Upstairs, I think.

You sure I can't
get you something?

A hot drink?

Brandy?

No, thank you.

Are you all right now?

I'll go and fetch your mother.

I won't be long.

You'll be all right
here, won't you?

Yes.

You're sure?

You're absolutely sure?

Well then, what happened?

I was running.

I must have run
through the woods.

I don't know why.

I'm sorry, I'm not very
clear at the moment.

I'm not surprised.

You've had a rather
powerful drug inside you,

it induces a very
deep sleep indeed.

Two small tablets.

Did you give them to me?

Yes.

I remember that.

I think it's beginning
to come back.

You see, I've had an
extraordinary dream.

It was about you and this house.

Tell me about it.

No, it's too silly to repeat.

What happened to my father?

- He's gone to
fetch your mother.

I'm afraid he'll want
you all to leave,

he's very upset.

I think I'd like to leave.

I'm sorry, but that
must sound terrible.

It's just that I was convinced
I'd never go home again.

- And now you'd like to go and
make sure it's still there?

Yes.

Actually, I think it's
my boyfriend I miss most.

I'd like to reassure myself
that he's still there.

I understand.

Why don't you telephone him

and let him know you're coming?

May I?

Of course.

Use the phone over there.

Behind the curtain.

Here?

Yes.

Vicious, isn't it?

Right through the eye
and into the brain.

Good heavens, you must have
a streak of Camilla in you.