The Werewolf Versus the Vampire Woman (1971) - full transcript

The inspector might have

at least waited until morning.

I mean, a job like this

in the middle of the night.

And with a full moon.

Come now, Muller,

stop complaining.

The inspector needs

a postmortem right away.

I saw all the victims.

What a horrible sight.

I'm used to seeing death,

but this goes beyond

anything I've seen.

Everyone thinks

a werewolf did the killing.

And they're convinced that werewolf is

the body we'll be carrying out an autopsy on.

Ignorance and superstition

won't disappear from their minds.

Too bad.

His name was Waldemar Daninsky.

Right after he came to Altsee,

the horrible murders commenced,

and they were all committed

on nights with a full moon.

Werewolves, silver bullets,

and all that nonsense.

Mysterious deaths in the Space Age.

Absolutely ridiculous.

There are mysterious forces

we ignore on Earth,

and when those forces are unleashed,

they can lead men

to worse things than death.

And there is very little

that science can explain.

Please, Muller,

stop talking nonsense.

Doctor Hartwig, look at that scar.

It's pentagonal.

The mark of the werewolf.

I'll start with an incision

in his chest.

Don't you want to start

on the stomach?

He's supposed to be a werewolf, right?

According to the legend, if we take

the bullets that killed him,

he can come back to life.

Let's see.

Please, will you get me

the other scalpel?

I'm going to take out

the silver bullets,

and I assure you he'll stay

as dead as before.

How are you getting on

with the essay you're writing?

You're almost finished, right?

I'm still working on it. It's not easy.

There's so much to write.

Let's see whether I remember

It's something about black magic,

witchcraft, professed worship of Satan,

and the Inquisition in France.

Is that right?

Fairly close.

Lately, Genevieve and I have

found some stuff

about Wandesa D?rvula de Nadasdy,

a Hungarian countess

from the 15th century.

There's quite a legend about her.

A rather horrible one.

She participated in witches' Sabbath

and worshipped Satan.

She sacrificed beautiful damsels

to drink their blood

because she also had

the mark of the vampire.

Then, the witch hunts began.

The inquisition tried

to condemn her,

but all who tried her

were mysteriously murdered.

One night, the Countess died.

Somebody stabbed her in the heart

with a silver cross.

The Cross of Mayenza.

- What happened to her corpse?

- It lies buried in a secret place.

Genevieve and I have come

across an old map

that describes the place

where the tomb can be found.

It is in the north,

near a godforsaken village.

We leave tomorrow by car.

But I'm scared.

Your enthusiasm is very contagious.

I wish I could go with you,

but I must go to Istanbul.

Drug trafficking.

My dear police officer.

Please don't take unnecessary risks.

Don't worry.

I've seen all the James Bond pictures.

I know all his tricks by heart.

Let's dance and forget about witchcraft

and drug trafficking in Istanbul.

I will try to convince you to marry me.

And that's all we'll talk about, okay?

Okay.

Not a single sign.

Not an indication.

We've been driving

on this road for miles.

Maybe that silly village

just melted away.

I told you, we should have asked the man

at the gas station, at the crossroads,

before we took this mess of a road.

I'm afraid we're lost.

We should have already

reached the village.

Soon it will be dark,

and I don't like it.

And we're almost out of gas.

What a place!

It creeps me out.

Perhaps Count Dracula will appear

and kindly invite us to spend

the night at his castle.

Let's go.

Look. It looks like

there's someone at that house.

We'll ask for help.

Is there anybody here?

Is there no one around?

Good evening.

My friend Genevieve Benoit,

Waldemar Daninsky.

Nice to meet you.

Your friend told me what's wrong,

and the problem seems hard to solve.

I'm practically the only one around here.

The monastery and the farms

have been uninhabited for years.

And what about the village?

Is it far?

Yes, it is. Quite far, in fact.

I'm really sorry.

Please, could you put us up for the night?

Tomorrow we'll try to reach

the village, one way or another.

I suppose we can find some gasoline.

Couldn't we try to go now?

Have you got a car?

No, I don't even have a bicycle,

and the village is over 20 miles away.

Listen, I've come up with a solution.

Be my guests for this week.

Pierre, my handyman,

is coming on Sunday.

He has a car and can take you to the village.

You can get gasoline and come back for your car.

Have you got a telephone?

Sorry, no telephone

and no electricity.

I'm a writer.

I was looking for a place to be alone.

I found an old house

less than a mile away from here,

I rented it, refurbished it...

and I've been living there

for more than six months.

However...

sometimes I miss

having someone to talk to,

so I welcome the opportunity

of having guests.

Thank you, Mr. Daninsky.

We'll be your guests till Sunday, and you

won't complain about lack of conversation.

I'm writing a book

about Gothic monuments.

The monastery you saw

this afternoon is a real treasure.

Here, in the north of France, there are many

buildings that are practically unknown.

Will you have your book

published in France?

No, I don't think so.

It's for the University of Cologne.

As we told you, Elvira and I are

writing our final thesis.

That's why we are here.

Perhaps you could help us,

since you know the area so well.

I'd be glad to help you.

What is it you are looking for?

We are looking for the tomb

of a famous witch,

a countess expert in black magic

who turned into a vampire,

the female version

of the Marquis de Sade.

Her name was

Wandesa D?rvula de Nadasdy.

If you will excuse us,

we're a little tired.

Are you coming, Genevieve?

Yes.

Good night, Mr. Daninsky.

We'll see you in the morning.

Hope you sleep well.

I hate cold water.

Tomorrow I'll complain to our host.

Elvira, are you coming to bed?

- What's the matter?

- Genevieve,

staying here is just crazy.

There wasn't much we could do.

This man has been lying the whole time.

There are strange things

going on here.

Did you notice how the table was set?

Only a woman could have that touch.

Besides, he told us

that there was no electricity,

yet I saw bulbs and switches.

Why don't they work?

Okay, so the table was properly set,

but all he sewed

was a dish of cold cuts.

He could have done that himself.

As for the electricity,

maybe it hasn't been connected yet.

Another thing. Did you notice how upset

he became when I mentioned Wandesa?

He almost fainted.

Elvira, come now, go to bed

and stop making up wild stories.

I'm convinced that he is

the kind of person who helps others.

I don't think he's that strange.

He just wants company

and conversation. That's all.

Genevieve, there is no lock.

That means we'll have

to leave the door open.

Cut it out, will you?

Please, let me sleep, Elvira.

I'm tired. Don't be afraid.

No vampire is coming into the room.

This isn't Dracula's house.

Take a couple of sleeping pills.

They're not very strong,

but they will do you good.

You'll sleep like an angel.

It's been an awful day.

You took some, didn't you?

Sure, I always do.

Please, let me sleep, I'm tired.

Please, go away.

It's full moon.

Please leave...

If not die.

Werewolf.

Please, calm down.

Tomorrow I'll explain.

You should try to rest now.

That woman is my sister.

There's nothing

you should be afraid of.

She won't do you harm.

She's mentally disturbed.

I never thought she'd dare do this.

I'd like to apologize.

Don't worry, it's all over.

Your sister scared me.

I was nervous and tired.

Seeing her here was

a tremendous surprise.

But I'm much better now.

I'll have some rest.

Right, tomorrow I'll explain it

whenever you want.

She's not all right,

but she won't do any harm.

Try to sleep now.

Good night.

Good night.

Years ago, my family

had a serious accident.

My sister, who's never been strong,

was badly disturbed,

but she isn't dangerous,

so I couldn't put her in an asylum.

I preferred to isolate her from society

because it would've made her life miserable.

That's why I came to this lonely place.

She's fine here,

takes care of me...

keeps the house,

and on the off chance

that somebody comes to see me,

she hides in her room.

- Why didn't you tell us this before?

I was afraid of scaring you.

I preferred to wait.

But that reaction...

By the way, do you remember

what she said to you?

She talks nonsense sometimes.

I don't remember anything.

It was all so confusing.

She seemed to want us to leave.

Help!

Genevieve.

They are my last hope.

If you go on frightening them,

they'll leave even if they have to walk.

You could have killed that girl.

She was in the shack,

looking at the chains.

She found out everything, Waldemar.

There's nothing to find out.

Everything's secured.

Elizabeth, please, leave them alone.

I beg you.

We should leave.

It's the most sensible decision.

I don't mind walking 30 miles.

- Not even 30,000.

- No, to hell with sensibility. We'll stay.

Don't you realize

that she almost killed me?

I don't trust her sweet,

kind little brother.

Only God knows what they dare to do.

Waldemar isn't a bad person.

He won't let anything happen to us.

He'll keep an eye on his sister.

He needs help, too.

He's had so much bad luck,

just like his sister.

They live with a terrible burden.

We have to find out what it is.

Right, but what did he say

about the chains and the blood stains?

There is a lot of big game here,

deer and wild pigs,

and the former owner

used to skin them there.

Yes, it's possible,

but I warn you, if that crazy woman

appears again,

I'll leave so quickly you won't see

the dust from my shoes.

Elvira, be careful.

Don't let your soft heart

lead you into trouble.

You could regret it.

Let's go downstairs.

We'll show him our documents.

He seems to be interested in helping us.

Too interested, I'd say.

There's no doubt. It says something

about a place called Devil's Crossing,

near the chapel of Saint Anne.

There was a monk there,

disciple of Satan, called Baptiste Verdung,

who celebrated black mass under

the direction of the Countess of Nadasdy.

I know where the crossing

and the ruins of the chapel are.

Aren't they near the monastery we saw?

The tomb is only a few meters away,

though I've never thought about it.

It was very stupid of me.

All right, we'll go tomorrow.

In the old clays,

those who committed suicide

or who were executed

for practicing witchcraft

were buried at a crossing like this one.

They then became ideal places

to summon Satan or celebrate black magic.

If this document is correct,

this must be the tomb.

Wandesa D?rvula of Nadasdy,

1452- 1480.

Satan's mistress, she found

the death she deserved.

No one must disturb her rest,

may God have mercy on her soul.

It wasn't a legend!

She existed.

We found the tomb

like we wanted to, right?

Let's not profane it.

Let's go.

Nonsense! We won't be sure she's there

until we've opened the coffin.

Besides, I want to take some photographs.

They'll be wonderful,

and we'll be famous!

As you wish, but I won't stay here

when you open the coffin.

I'll wait for you near the ruins

of the chapel.

Don't worry.

This will avoid a hemorrhage.

Thank you, Mr. Daninsky.

The legend says that if the silver cross

is pulled out of her chest,

Wandesa would come back to life and that the

breath of her resurrection would be red.

It's only a legend.

Where is Elvira?

She didn't want to see

the body of the countess,

so she went to the ruins

of Saint Anne's chapel.

Excuse me, could you tell me...?

The handyman is coming

tomorrow from town.

I'd like to be in Paris by then

with all our friends,

in the middle of traffic,

with life pulsating around us.

I'm longing to talk to Marcel.

Marcel? I don't believe you.

You're interested in someone else now.

Maybe, but everything is so

strange here, so absurd.

I'm beginning to think

that everything is unreal,

like a dream, and when I wake up,

no dead people will resurrect,

there'll be no vampires,

no ghosts, nothing.

And Waldemar won't exist either?

Though you were

in his arms this afternoon,

he's also part of our delusions,

like everything that's happened

since we started this awful trip.

If Marcel were here. He's a policeman, and

I'm sure he'd find an explanation for everything.

The truth is that I'm getting

more and more frightened.

Elvira, do you know any prayers?

Of course I do, why?

Then pray.

It's all we have.

Pray with all the strength of our faith.

I'm thirsty. I'm gonna go

to the kitchen to get some water.

Can I get you something?

No, thank you, but don't stay too long.

I don't want to be alone.

Come...

Come to me...

"When there's full moon on the same night

as the Night of Walpurgis,

the cross made

from the chalice of Mayenza

will stab the heart of the man

who suffers from being a werewolf.

If the woman who loves him

risks her life and does it,

light will beat shadows

and the soul of the doomed man

will have peace forever."

Genevieve? Genevieve?

Elvira...

Elvira...

Genevieve, my God!

Come...

Come with us...

Mix your blood with ours,

and you'll enjoy all pleasures.

Satan still has power.

Stupidly, people keep ignoring

his strength.

Wandesa has come back to life,

along with Verdung, the evil monk.

They'll gather more and more power.

And the most terrible thing is

that the Night of Walpurgis is near.

All evils will start again.

According to the legend, Satan

appears on the Night of Walpurgis.

This is the eternal fight

man has faced since his creation.

His pride is his damnation.

The fallen angel tries to take

man to the breaking point

so that he surrenders forever.

- So what are we going to do?

Pierre won't be long,

and you'll go to town with him.

And then, when you come back,

you'll return to Paris.

We should inform the police, let all the

people in town know what has happened.

- Together, we can fight.

- There's nothing anyone can do.

I must fight alone.

You have to believe me.

Genevieve is still here.

I won't leave her...

or you.

I won't leave you because I love you.

I love you with all my heart,

and while we stay together,

I won't be afraid of anybody.

Elvira, Pierre must be about to arrive.

Go to town and bring some gas,

because we'll need the car.

I'll stay here.

I have to do something,

and I can't accept any help.

Take this cross,

and keep it with you at all times.

It's the only thing that can

protect you against Wandesa.

Elvira.

I'll introduce you to my girlfriend

when we get to the village.

Her name's Mabille.

You'll like her.

Would you take me to the post office?

I have a letter to mail.

There's no post office in the village.

If you want, we can leave it at Jean's inn.

Every Friday a van comes

and takes the mail.

Listen.

People fear those

who live near the monastery.

And they say I'm crazy

for accepting a job from Daninsky.

Before your friend came to live here,

the house already had a bad reputation.

It was built by a family called Jacquier.

They came from the south. But one day,

old Jacquier hung himself.

Soon after, his son Jacques

died in a hunting accident.

His rifle exploded,

and the explosion blew his head off.

These things happen, they do,

but people started gossiping

and saying the house was haunted.

The fact is, the widow

decided to take off

and asked me to rent out the house.

I rented it to Mr. Daninsky,

who came to live with his sister.

Since the poor old devil wasn't quite sane,

people kept on making up stories.

One night the transformer was struck by

lightning. The power in the house went out.

No electrician would come fix it.

What do you think?

And the stories

about the curse started again.

People.

Well.

Poor Elizabeth.

The curse had to get you, too.

But I'll save your soul.

The evil powers of Wandesa

won't harm you.

What I'm about to do with your body

is the only salvation for your spirit.

There will be a full moon tonight.

Wandesa will be stronger than ever

and ready to attack again.

You can't sleep here.

Sleep in the old wing

and lock your door.

Don't you put down

that cross for a single second.

You're staying with me.

You're in danger, too.

No. That's not possible.

I've got something important to do.

Why should I lock the door?

It won't make a difference.

If you love me, do as I say.

It's the only solution.

Don't you understand, Elvira?

Do as I say

and don't go out till dawn.

Come.

The curse caught up

with me in Tibet.

That's when I turned

into a werewolf.

Then I managed to hide

in a village on the Austrian border.

Elizabeth would help me by chaining me to

the wail whenever there was a full moon,

but once I managed to escape

and I murdered some innocent people.

Murders kept happening.

The villagers found me,

and they shot me with silver bullets.

Ever since I've been forced

to wander between life and death.

Fear and hatred chase me.

Only love can help you, right?

Only love can drive the hand

that stabs me with the cross

when there's a full moon.

That's why you were looking

so desperately for the cross.

Misfortune brought you here.

And I forgot all the horror I might cause.

Genevieve's blood brought

Wandesa back to life.

It did.

She turned your friend

into a vampire,

and she tried to do

the same with Elizabeth.

My poor sister.

Elvira, you could be her next victim.

Wandesa will stay alive

until the Night of Walpurgis.

Then Satan will come and help her,

and they will dominate the world.

We must find where she's hiding

and finish her off.

There are so many places to look.

The old farm, the monastery ruins,

the cemetery.

We'll try.

Her evil power ends

where the power of the cross begins.

I'll go check the cemetery.

Genevieve hides there.

Yes. Vampires sleep in graves.

You must leave.

I won't let you run that terrible risk.

Where am I supposed to go?

To the village?

The people are ignorant

and easily aroused.

Pierre must have told them many things.

Maybe they already

know what you saw last night.

Besides, Wandesa

will want revenge on them,

since it was their predecessors

who caused her death.

I'm not leaving.

I'll be with you until it's over.

Easy.

It's over now.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Genevieve attacked me.

The cross couldn't keep her away.

She must have contaminated me.

My God.

She'll never ever return.

She doesn't exist now.

And that mark she left on you

won't have any effect.

Genevieve is now free.

At least you've saved her soul.

Pray for her.

That's the only thing you can do.

We've been roaming

around these ruins for day,

and we still don't know

where she's hiding.

We still have to check

the passageways and the catacombs.

They form a maze,

and Wandesa knows it by heart.

What's she up to? She hasn't been back

since Genevieve's death.

There will still be

a full moon tonight.

You must chain me to the wall.

Don't go too far, and for the love

of God, don't put the cross down.

Police?

Captain Fonteyn, please.

Boss, this is Inspector Marcel.

I finally have some news.

Yes, a letter.

But there's something I don't get.

I'm concerned.

I'm concerned. The letter comes

from Gilben, in the north,

but it was written in a place

called Village des Chats.

I think it's a small village

in the mountains.

Apparently, they don't have

a post office there

and they have to take

their mail to another village.

I was informed at the post office.

Yes.

I assure you it wasn't easy at all.

Let me tell you, boss,

I'm very concerned about all this.

How much time do I need?

One week.

Yes, a week should do.

Thank you, boss.

I'll find it.

I'm leaving tonight.

Thank you.

Wandesa, here's your prisoner.

I obeyed your orders.

You command and I always obey.

What do you want me to say?

I've never heard of those two women.

I can assure you

they were never here.

Take a look at this letter.

It was sent from Gilben.

Please check the stamp.

You're a good cop, very persistent.

You've been asking around,

the police, the doctor,

the pharmacist,

even the butcher.

As you can see,

I'm very well informed.

And everybody has told you

they haven't seen those women.

I honestly don't understand

why you're so insistent.

And now...

taste our wine.

It seems very light,

but it has a gradation

of 18 degrees.

Honestly, Mr. Mayor...

I've seen strange things.

And, strangely, I believe

that the people from this town...

are afraid.

They feel insecure.

Everyone's whispering.

What is it that you're afraid of?

Come on, you people from the city

are always suspicious.

There's something else.

What about security?

It is being said that there is

some kind of plague.

Why don't you ask

for medical assistance?

It's unbelievable.

People live here

like it's the Middle Ages.

Are you making

an official accusation?

We have doctors

and police officers here.

You have no business

telling us what to do!

I warn you I'll stay here

to solve the mess here,

and whatever I find out,

I'll blow the lid off it.

Afterwards, we'll see.

Stop talking nonsense!

What do you mean?

Sit down, please.

Let's try not to overreact.

Yes, I understand you're worried

about these two friends of yours.

I'll try to help you

in everything that I can.

I'll find out if someone

has heard anything about them.

I assure you nothing serious

has happened here.

Nothing to be alarmed at.

Have some women died?

Yes, they have.

But because they were ill

or had an accident.

But what's important is that their

death certificates are in order.

Don't look for murders or murderers.

Of course, there's always

people who imagine things.

There are stories.

But can we consider that a crime?

They're talking about black magic,

witchcraft, curses,

and my girlfriend

studied those subjects.

I even heard talk about a werewolf,

about vampires.

I don't know what else.

A lycanthrope.

- What?

Don't be surprised.

I'm not as ignorant as you think.

Lycanthropy is a kind of madness

where a man thinks

he becomes a wolf.

If we accept that,

why not accept, too,

that some people believe

they've seen werewolves.

You can't arrest them for that,

for having an imagination.

No, not for that.

But if someone wants to kill

someone who says he's a witch,

a werewolf, or a vampire,

it is my duty to get involved.

And I see many

threatening faces in this town

willing to attack,

although I don't know whom.

And are you going to start a process

based only on those stories?

Please.

First I'll start by looking

for Elvira and her friend.

Then we'll deal with the rest.

Then you'll be able to explain

your theories, Mr. Mayor.

We'll meet again.

Elvira,

I know our love has no future...

but I love you.

You're the first woman

who has ever loved me.

You're my only love...

and my salvation.

A glass of wine, please.

Have you seen the funeral?

Another girl.

No one knows her cause of death.

But I know the secret.

Hey, it's not a girl who arrived

recently with a friend, is it?

No. It was not her, but I know

who you're talking about.

Do you know where she is?

I know she's been living in the old house

that belonged to the Jacquier family.

In the valley, in the old road.

But trust me,

don't go anywhere near it.

It's a cursed place. There's a man there

who behaves as Satan himself.

I warned my poor Pierre,

but he didn't listen.

Poor? Why?

What happened to him?

One day he went down to the monastery

to visit the Tomb of the Knight.

He started behaving strangely.

In fact, he didn't

listen to me at all, you know.

I'm sure he's been bewitched.

One day he left

and never came back.

I don't believe in superstitions.

Police, huh?

You're used to dealing

with criminals, bandits, gangsters.

But all of them are humans.

In the valley, everything is a mystery.

There are monsters.

And we're going

to have a full moon soon.

Inspector, don't trust anyone

and be very careful.

Who are you?

Why are you attacking me? Speak!

Everybody hates you.

No one dares stand up to you.

And they let you kill and murder.

You have a plague with you.

A Plague?

The young women die,

drained of all their blood.

My wife was expecting a child,

and it's your fault they both died!

Mabille told me.

She said, "Kill him!

"Destroy him, he's a warlock.

"My poor Pierre disappeared.

"He'll kill us all.

Look for him at the monastery."

I hate you.

You killed my wife and my son!

You're...

the Devil... the Devil!

- Elvira.

- Marcel.

Listen to me, Marcel.

I know just how much you're suffering

and that what has happened

is very hard to explain.

All I can tell you

is that Genevieve is dead.

Yes, as you heard.

And Elvira will die, too...

unless you take her away at once.

I know you love her.

And you're the only one she trusts.

Your presence here

is very fortunate.

Take her away immediately.

There's no time to waste.

I've talked to many people in town.

They all fear you.

They hate you.

Many young ladies have died

in strange circumstances.

Village superstitions

ignorant people believe.

They keep talking of witchcraft,

curses, vampires,

and of a werewolf who shows up

whenever there's a full moon.

I've also talked to a woman.

She's the one who said

that Elvira was here in your house.

It seems she was your handyman's girlfriend,

a guy named Pierre.

She talked to me about the ruins

of an old monastery

and of a place known

as the Tomb of the Knight.

The Tomb of the Knight?

Naturally, I don't believe

those stupid tales,

but I'm convinced

that behind all this...

there's a criminal imagination.

Don't you have anything to say

about that, Mr. Daninsky?

I can assure you

that despite all that's against you,

I am willing to believe you.

As for Elvira,

I know she had nothing to do

with anything that happened here.

Elvira must leave this place at once.

Nothing else matters.

- I'll persuade her.

- All right.

But let me warn you I'll return

with a few of my men

to solve these mysteries.

You will have to provide

a convincing explanation.

And the town people

will be thoroughly debriefed.

I'll give you some advice.

Be very careful.

The county farmers hate you

and are willing to do anything...

even kill you.

It wouldn't surprise me

if they came and hanged you.

They've tried that before.

Marcel, go back to civilization.

Take care of Elvira.

You must persuade her.

She won't listen to me.

Listen to me, Elvira.

If you really love me,

leave forever.

I'll need the cross,

and if you stay

I'd have to let you have it

to protect you from Wandesa.

Genevieve is dead

and Marcel might have the same fate.

- I don't want to leave you.

Wandesa is after blood.

I must destroy her before she turns

more innocent people into vampires.

The horror must cease.

I know where she's hiding.

Leave, I'm begging you.

That will be a test

your love for me must pass.

Tomorrow will be

the Night of Walpurgis.

Wandesa will be stronger than ever.

I can destroy her before that.

Once she's dead,

peace will reign once more.

Her victims won't have died in vain.

Elvira.

The Tomb of the Knight.

It's still too soon.

Tomorrow you'll be turned

into slaves of Satan.

My revenge will

then have been fulfilled.

While you're in my power,

Waldemar won't dare attack me.

Satan will come.

You will belong to Him.

Your blood will conjure Him.

Here's my Lord.

There will be a full moon any minute.

I must accomplish my mission.

Your blood will be His breath...

and He will rule the world at last.