The Bitter Taste (2024) Movie Script
1
Shit!
Ah, geez.
Oh, this just keeps
getting worse.
Fuck.
Ah, fuck!
Oh.
Do you always bring
your mail when you are hunting?
Hey.
That's worth a small fortune.
It's not something
I'd leave in the car.
I'm a man of business.
All right.
Let's keep going.
Don't!
You distracted me!
Fuck.
It's slow season for does.
Who gives a fuck
what season it is?
We have to track her.
What? Without dogs?
We just have to follow
the blood trail.
Yeah, and by the
time we get there,
it'll be pumped
full of adrenaline,
only good for dog food.
In any case,
I'm in fucking pain, all right?
You're not the only
one who's in pain.
Oh.
Okay.
Do what you gotta do.
You know how to use this?
Ah.
Ooh.
Ah!
What the hell were you thinking?
Fuck you, Leo.
You're in deep shit.
The hunt is over.
Let's go.
One of the other
guides found him.
He collapsed on his way back.
Heart attack.
Oh shit.
What's the first rule?
-I--
-Ah, ah, ah, ah.
What's the first rule?
The client's safety, but--
Get the fuck out of here!
-But he shot--
-And don't even bother
coming back.
You still owe me.
Forget it.
Max, I need that money.
I have rights, you know?
Don't give me that crap.
This was your last day
as a hunting guide.
Fuck.
This is Dr.
Spangler's Office calling...
your surgery.
The waiting order's
scheduled for Monday.
However, we cannot
find any record
of health insurance
in your file.
Please call us back as soon
as you get this message.
Thank you.
But it
doesn't change the fact
that we have to fundamentally
reevaluate our attitude
towards the old legends and
sagas from our culture sphere.
We have believed for far
too long that we can...
...from past centuries--
But we...
...is not quite that simple.
Sources of many of today's--
Make the
necessary arrangements now.
The next patient on
the waiting list--
I understand,
but I have the money now.
You
need to confirm you--
I know that I will have
to cover the costs,
but that's the reason
I'm callin. I--
I see
here that there's still--
Hello?
Hello?
Oh shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Jesus!
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
Can you get up?
It's okay, you're safe.
-You're safe here.
-No, no, no, no, no.
The competition's still on.
We-- We need to leave.
Hurry!
Here.
Get in.
Hurry, he's coming.
What the hell is this?
Drive! Drive!
Quiet!
Fuck!
You okay?
There's nobody in the village
matching your description.
It could have been
someone from out of town.
We don't get
that many strangers around here.
I'm here.
Yeah, and why is that?
I'm lost.
Exactly.
Oof.
You're not going
anywhere in this tonight.
And, uh...
the forest workers won't
be here until Monday
to get that thing
out of the way.
I can't wait until Monday.
Well, you
could take the old train.
That'd be about your
only other option.
Unless you wanna
disappear into thin air
like your mysterious friend.
I'm not crazy.
Anyway, that woman, she
still has my jacket.
Oh yeah?
What about the one
you're wearing?
This is a different jacket.
What about these?
Should you even be popping pills
and driving at the same time?
Seems to me you mix those
with a little alcohol
and you could have yourself
some pretty fine delusions.
I don't drink.
Good for you.
You should at least have a look.
There must be signs of
a struggle or something.
All right, if you insist.
Can't you go after her?
Nope.
No can do.
Why is that?
It's private property.
Belongs to the Countess.
Well, whatever.
That woman needs helps.
Don't tell me how to do my job.
Broken axle.
That's gonna cost,
and it will take a while.
Oh, for--
I need to be on
the road already.
Oh, that's not gonna happen.
Why don't you...
stay for while and
make yourself at home
in our lovely town?
That's not gonna work.
She's in a hurry.
Ugh.
I could use the parts if
I cannibalize this baby.
I'd pay you, of course.
Enough for a train ticket.
There's
nothing like a good hunt
to make a man feel truly alive.
Mr. King?
How are you?
We were very worried.
Oh, alive and kicking.
My doctors recommend avoiding...
too much excitement.
It was very unsportsmanlike
of you to steal from me.
Don't you think?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, I think you do.
To cut a long story short,
I expect you to return
my property to me.
I have many
qualities, Ms. Lorenz.
Patience,
patience is not one of them.
Mr. King,
listen, I think that--
I--
Well, it's--
There's been an accident and--
I don't give a shit!
I will find you,
wherever you are,
and I will find my envelope.
You think...
you already know pain?
I'm going to get changed.
I'll meet you in the car.
We need to leave.
Drive! Drive!
Oh my God.
What-- What have
they done to you?
I'll get you out of here.
You're gonna be okay.
Don't worry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
I can't.
Everybody loses in the end.
You are going to die.
Be quite, be quite.
Hey! Hey!
Hello!
Help!
Hello!
Hello!
Don't you see me?
Hey!
Stop.
Stop.
Stop!
For fuck sake,
stop!
What the--?
Wait, the traps!
Thanks.
Are you all right?
Just drop me
off at the shore, okay?
The road closed
until at least Monday, so--
Jesus Christ, what the hell
are you still doing here?
I found her. She was here.
She was still alive.
The woman from last night.
Goodness, whatever
happened to you?
There was this woman.
She had a sword.
And there was another dead woman
in the lake.
Okay, so there
was an injured woman,
a sword-wielding woman,
-and now another dead woman?
-Two dead women.
- I'll show you, it's--
- But first, I think
you'd better come inside.
You're completely soaked.
And then someone should take a
look at your hand, Miss, hmm?
Lorenz.
Ms. Lorenz kept us
pretty busy last night.
Ms. von Boda runs the
Countess's estate.
I'm sure there's a
reasonable explanation
for all the frightening
occurrences you've described.
I'm sure it's all
quite harmless.
"Harmless"?
Does this look "harmless"
to you?
Listen,
you have to search this place.
This Countess has
a bunch of maniacs
running around and
killing people.
The Countess is dead.
What?
She passed away last
night during a hunt.
There you have your dead woman.
Only it wasn't the first time
she ignored Dr.
Jostein's warning.
Dr. Jostein is...
was her personal physician.
She could have a quick
look at Ms. Lorenz's hand.
Hmm?
Ah, here she is, Dr. Jostein.
This lady has injured her hand.
Would you be so kind
as to have a look?
I'll go fetch her
some dry clothes.
I think that's her.
That's the woman from the lake.
Right.
The woman with the sword?
May I?
So,
what's going to happen
with the property?
Oh,
a distant relative should
arrive within a few days.
Young lady from Hungary.
She will take over the estate.
Keeping it in the family, eh?
It'll go on as it always has.
The more things change,
the more they stay the same.
There's a certain
comfort in that.
Isn't there?
I guess.
Are you sure you don't want
to rest here for a bit?
Hmm.
Very well.
You need to check
out that cabin.
There is a dead woman,
and don't pretend
you don't know.
And did you find
what you were looking for?
How did this get here?
Well,
one might say it's in our blood.
The Countess's ancestors
have been proud hunters
for generations.
What about you, Ms.
Lorenz? Do you hunt?
I don't like it.
Don't you think it's
beneficial for the environment,
controlling the population?
There's no benefit in hunting,
at least not for the
ones being hunted.
Playing to judge, are we?
I thought you were too
busy doing my job for me.
Don't you see she's lying?
I could swear they
killed that woman.
Oh, come now, Ms. Lorenz.
Those are very serious
allegations, Ms. Lorenz.
Here.
That's part of my phone.
There's blood on it.
There's your proof.
The only thing
that proves is that
you've been
repeatedly trespassing
on the Countess's property.
Would you like to press charges?
Oh, that won't be necessary.
She's obviously still in shock
after suffering her injury.
Perhaps Ms. Lorenz would
consider changing her mind
about staying with us until
she's fully recovered?
and that would also
give us more time
to figure out what
really happened.
Let us help you, dear.
No!
I'm out of here.
I would be
happy to arrange that for you.
Fuck.
Ow.
Forgot to mention that
you also injured your leg.
I didn't.
Just a little reminder that
the glory days are over.
That doesn't stop you
from running around
on private property, I see.
Sometimes I forget
about the pain.
Maybe it's all those
pills you've been taking.
Maybe they do more than just
make you forget the pain.
Maybe they make you see
things that aren't there.
That's not the way
to the village.
Shortcut.
Stop!
Are you insane?
That's him.
That's the witness
from the lake.
You have to tell the police
what happened at the lake.
- George.
- Josh.
Tell her.
What're you talking
about, exactly?
What?
You--
I pulled her out of the
lake after she did this.
He was there.
He saw the whole thing.
What'd you see, Josh?
I was on the lake when
this woman boarded my boat,
started the outboard motor,
and got it entangled
in the traps.
That's not the point.
It'll take forever
to fix. Yeah, it is.
No, it's not the point.
Ms. Lorenz seems to think
she was being pursued.
Okay.
So are you trying to say
that you didn't see anything?
Well, actually, quite
enough for one day.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry.
All right.
Well, we better get going
before we miss the next train.
I'll be fine.
I sincerely doubt that.
Come on, hop in.
Come on.
It is okay, don't bother.
I'll give her a ride.
I have to head into town anyway.
Suit yourself.
You forgot your laundry.
The less you talk
to her, the better.
Tea?
Okay.
What's in there?
The smokehouse.
Looks like someone
took care of your hand.
At the estate.
Dr. Jostein.
She looked very
much like the woman
that chased me halfway
across the lake,
the one you never saw.
Sorry I couldn't be
of more help earlier,
but I honestly seem to
have missed the whole show.
Well,
some men in the village
claim that there might be
strange things going
on at that estate.
What kind of things?
That there is a lot of hunting.
Not only for game.
Hunting for what?
I'm not really part of
the village community.
I inherited this place
and a fishing license
from my uncle two years
ago when he passed away.
Yep.
Still looks pretty
much the same here.
But then I'm not planning
on staying forever.
So what's keeping you?
Tradition?
But you don't like it?
Might as well like it if
you have to live here.
What about those who die here?
What do you mean?
That cop's turning a blind eye
because she thinks I'm crazy.
Somebody has to do something.
There's nothing you can do.
Besides,
I promised George to bring
you back to the train station.
She had a tattoo on her back.
Who?
That girl...
they kept in that
room at the estate.
If there was still time.
Do you have access
to the internet?
Not here.
The Hunting Association
owns this place,
but because I live next door,
I'm also the caretaker.
There are hardly
any members left
and they don't really
come around that much.
Why don't you see if you
can get this to work?
Okay.
Well,
that outboard motor
still needs fixing.
Hey.
I'm really sorry about that.
University
Clinic, how may I help?
This is Marcia Lorenz.
I was wondering if it's possible
to move my surgery appointment.
Let me
check, please hold.
I'll hold.
Your appointment
is about to be canceled.
- No.
- Ms. Lorenz.
Please don't cancel the
appointment, I'll make it.
We still need
you to confirm that you--
Yes, I'm transferring
the deposit
via online banking as we speak.
I
understand that you want us
to move the appoint
to later this week.
Exactly.
Hello?
"Missing athlete."
Hello?
Josh!
Josh!
Did you get lost in the dark?
The targets!
They were moving.
Well, you must have
tripped a switch.
The lights weren't
working just a minute ago.
This whole place needs fixing.
Look, here.
This has something to
do with the Countess.
She's right.
This shooting
range once belonged
to an association called
the Penta Foundation.
They held numerous competitions
here, but not anymore.
I was looking for you.
This is the tattoo I've
been talking about,
on that woman's back.
All right, come on, let's go.
Where to?
To my office to answer
a few questions.
And don't worry, you'll
catch your train on time.
Those two women that
arrived last night,
I think they're in great danger.
Take a seat.
Look, George--
That's "Chief Balough" to you.
If you just call that
dead woman's family, I'm sure--
For the last time,
without a corpse,
there is no murder.
You are covering for them.
You better watch
what you're saying,
or we're gonna have
to add defamation
to your long list of charges,
and theft, it would appear.
My, my, my, that list just
keeps getting longer and longer.
An art dealer specializing in
Eastern European
medieval artifacts
reported his jacket stolen,
a jacket containing
something rather valuable.
His name was Matheus King.
That name ring
any bells for you?
'Cause according
to my information,
you were present at the
scene; a hunting party,
during the time of the incident.
Yes, I was one of the guides.
Mm-hmm.
And I seem to remember
you going on and on
after your car crash
about a missing jacket,
even though you were already
obviously wearing one.
Well,
without a jacket, there's
no theft, is there?
Let me tell you my
version of this story.
Your missing friend,
or accomplice ,
took off with the loot
after an argument about
her size of the share.
She took a short-cut across
the Countess's estate.
All this talk
about missing women
is just a ruse to get you onto
the Badesky's
private property.
You don't give a shit
about these women!
You're just out for
your own personal gain.
Is that true about the jacket?
I found it. I didn't
really steal it.
Where is it now?
Gone.
And I'm leaving too. Bye.
Are you really gonna let
George scare you off?
You know she had a number
of criminal records
on her desk and a
file on you too.
And some old book.
Why did you take it?
I don't think it's a good idea
to pull it out in front
of the police station.
I don't think it was a good idea
to steal it in the first place.
I find it rather
odd that she keeps
a historic artifact
in her office.
"By Hans Badesky."
Yeah, he was an ancestor
of our Countess, here.
Also known as the Black Knight.
He was known for his
great courage in battle
but also for his extreme
cruelty to Ottoman prisoners.
You're quite smart
for a fisherman.
Well, the villagers
are extremely proud
of their little
piece of history.
"Meat makes meat provide
strength and courage.
"Hunting, hounding, and whipping
"makes the meat
juicy and tender."
oo
Yeah, the Badeskys have always
been obsessed with hunting.
"Warrior strength
multiplied in the victor."
You know Latin too.
It looks like George
wrote this down.
The Badesky's family history.
"The first Badesky took over
the estate in the 17th century.
"Ilona Badesky,
"a young woman from Hungary.
"Then...
"she died after 50 years, left
everything to Agnes Badesky.
"After her, came a Charlotte
Badesky, and so on until today."
I'm done with this
crazy shit here.
But George is doing her
homework, let's hope after all.
You don't actually
believe that, do you?
I should be catching the train.
I've still got this appointment
to get my leg fixed,
and I have to figure
out how to pay for it.
Let me at least drive you.
I'm fine.
And thanks for doing my laundry.
Hey, wait!
Anna!
Where are you headed?
Competition, of course.
Are you coming too?
Five disciplines.
The five skills of
modern pentathlon.
The sport is based on the duties
of a military courier
in historic times.
When called upon to
deliver a message
across the battlefield,
a courier was required
to ride his horse
over rugged terrain.
Should he lose his horse,
he was forced to run, swim,
shoot his way through
the enemy's lines,
or fight any remaining
opponents with a sword.
It's the ultimate skill and
strength test for an athlete.
I'm not following.
The Penta Foundation.
They're all about
modern pentathlon.
So what?
For each discipline,
there's one competition site,
five in total.
Okay, but--
I found an access point,
an underground tunnel
system at the stables.
When I was down there,
it seemed to be spreading
into several directions.
So what if all the
competition sites
are connected via an
underground tunnel system?
What I'm saying is
once we're down there,
we should be able to get to
any of the competition sites.
I see what you mean.
The stable is for
horseback riding.
The lake for swimming.
The shooting range for
shooting, obviously.
That leaves the maze,
maybe for running.
But here, the village,
fencing?
I mean, there's no gym
or anything like that.
Yeah, maybe there used
to be one in the days.
But see here,
the hunting cabin.
It's also part of the system.
There was a tunnel. I was there.
And that's where you
last saw that jacket, right?
Here.
What is this?
It's an earth mound,
a historic rampart.
The remains can be found
all over the place.
Some villagers claim that
it was a protective wall
during the Thirty Years'
War in the Middle Ages.
So, where do we start?
What's up?
Something's different.
The lights.
Looks like it's showtime.
Hurry, let's go.
Wait!
What are you doing?
Josh?
Anna!
Wait!
Rena?
Are you here for the tournament?
Sure.
You don't look like
you're in any shape to fight.
It's been a while...
since my last bout.
Did you win?
Sometimes winning and
losing are the same.
Time to go.
Listen.
You need to get the
hell out of here.
They are formed up.
I'll take my chances.
You don't stand a chance.
Everybody loses, everybody dies.
You, too, will die.
Are you threatening me?
I'm saving you.
Wait!
Well?
You have a gift.
The gift of being one
of the best warriors
to ever grace the
Penta Foundation.
True warrior blood is
coursing through your veins.
The time has come to
prove you're worthy...
to challenge your own destiny.
This
is not your fight!
You? What the--?
Did you just see that?
I can hear it.
The sword!
Come on!
Here we are.
This makes a lot of sense.
Another the tip
of the pentagram,
the one that points
at the village.
This is a dead end.
You have to turn back.
Back where?
Here.
We need something heavy.
Watch out!
Give me your hand.
Back to the stairs!
Can you make it?
Do I have a choice?
Not if you wanna live.
Oh no.
The door!
Give me just a minute.
I need to get you out of here.
You still got that map?
I need more light.
It's the maze, that's
where we started.
Then we went through
here, to the fencing hall,
that's where the
auto repair shop is.
And then I'm guessing
we probably must
have walked through here,
into the center, right
beneath the manor.
Okay, but if we
can find a tunnel
that leads to the
shooting range,
maybe we can find a way
out from the inside.
Hey.
Just like the book
that George had.
See?
She must have been quite
chummy with the Countess
if she had a book
from a secret library.
Look.
The Badesky's family chronicles.
Official documents.
Yeah, and boxes full
of old junk, come on.
"The verdict against the
Countess Elizabeth Badesky
"and her four closest servants."
From the Kingdom of Hungary
in the 17th Century.
Sure knew a thing or
two about warfare.
They were convicted for the
murder of 80 young women.
It says here,
"Shortly after the execution,
"the bodies of the Countess
and her four disciples
"disappeared without a trace."
Yeah, I think we've
probably seen enough.
Come on.
We need to get a move on.
Let's go.
You can lean on me.
Holy shit.
The pentagram.
The coast is clear.
Josh!
This is the priest's report
on the banishment of
Countess Elizabeth Badesky,
the first Badesky
here in this village.
Listen to this.
"To kill women,"
just like her Hungarian
relative, right here.
"Secretly, the
villager's, lead priest,
"spent weeks building
a consecrated mound
"all around the entire estate."
Ah, that would be
our historic rampart.
And I always thought it was
for military purposes only.
Watch your step.
I don't think this is the right
time to be reading a book.
Listen.
"By the time the Countess
saw to the scheme,
"it was already too late.
"Here, in the case of
the Thirty Years' War,
"the Church played a
clever trick on her.
"She thought she was signing
"a treaty with the
House of Habsburg,
"but in fact she was signing
"a disguised warning spell
"that made it impossible
for her and her people
"to cross the sanctified
barrier around the estate."
Clever.
They tricked her into
signing her own curse.
Five documents
condemned the Countess
and her four disciples to
these grounds for all eternity.
That's a long time,
if you're immortal.
"Immortal"?
You think they're immortal?
The same people all
these centuries?
It was you who mentioned
the fountain of youth.
The manager of the estate,
Mrs. von Boda, Dr. Jostein,
Dorothea the mechanic,
and the Countess,
who's supposedly dead.
That's only four,
so who's the fifth?
I believe you already
have an answer to that.
This fountain of youth might
certainly be worth a detour.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Just a minute ago you
were close to collapsing.
I don't think
you're in any shape
to go in another
wild goose chase.
But I'm much better now.
Well, in that case,
there's no need for a
fountain of youth after all.
We've been here before.
Damn.
Let me see.
Oh shit.
Shit.
Josh.
It's locked.
The door is locked.
Don't worry, I'll get the key.
Marcia, wait!
No.
Don't move, she's coming.
Oh, hello, dear.
It's a pleasure having
you for dinner tonight.
What is it about
life, Ms. Lorenz,
that makes one hold
onto it so desperately?
The art of hunting,
our Countess has
perfected it, you know.
We all admire her...
for her radical vision
that brought us our
victory over death.
Countess.
Countess.
Pardon?
Countess is dead.
Oh, you shouldn't
believe everything you are told.
Of course,
the Countess was
getting a bit frail,
and after that little
accident last night...
it was time for a
little rejuvenation.
Eternal life...
does not mean eternal youth.
The flesh gives eternal life.
The blood...
provides eternal youth
and an unscathed body.
Blood...
and flesh...
only together...
they shape the secret
of our immortality.
Soon our young, ancient countess
will be able to come
into her own inheritance,
as always.
Who's the fifth woman?
What?
Who's...
the last of the
Countess's disciples?
Oh,
you've uncovered quite a
bit for such a short time...
but you're not quite as
smart as you think you are.
Don't condemn us.
History seems to
always condemn the ones
brave enough to
set out a new path.
So many visionaries have
been burned at the stake.
You can't...
call hunting people "visionary".
The stress of the hunt,
the fear and the pain,
that's what gives the
meat its bitter taste
and grants us eternal life.
Warriors on the battlegrounds
of history knew this.
To kill the opponent
and feast on their flesh
would give them their strength.
Unfortunately,
it has become quite
difficult to find
true warriors these days.
The Penta Foundation
helps us to find
what you would call
modern-day warriors.
Athletes,
Ms. Lorenz,
eager to prove themselves
in the next contest,
just like you.
What are you really up to?
I don't know what they are.
You have no idea what it means
to be imprisoned for centuries!
The searing pain...
making your insides boil
whenever you draw too close
to that cursed
consecrated circle.
Just because you ache
for a breath of freedom.
Oh, and then you...
show up out of nowhere...
carrying the very
documents we've been trying
to get our hands on
all these years...
but not anymore.
Just imagine...
what the world will look like...
once word gets out about
our secret of immortality.
Soon the earth will be...
a glorious battlefield...
where everyone is a hunter.
Everyone is the prey.
Impure!
Impure!
Patience!
We must wait until
we are all present.
She'd better hurry.
I'm not waiting a second longer.
Don't burn it before reading.
I'll need to read
it backwards while it burns.
Only this
will reverse the curse.
Yes.
Don't be foolish.
My ladies!
The Countess!
We asked not to be
disturbed, Johann!
The bath has been destroyed!
The mistress!
Wha--
What happened to you?
I've changed.
You're bleeding.
Not anymore.
I'll get the knife.
I see you're dressed
for the occasion.
George?
-What?
-Put your goddamn
hands in the air.
- What are you doing?
- Drop your weapon
and put your goddamn hands up!
You don't actually think I'd--
Drop your weapon and
keep your hands in the air!
I have nothing to do
with this. Come on!
No!
Stop!
Josh!
Are you hurt?
Stay back!
She just shot the old servant.
I told you, girl, no
matter where you went,
I'd find you.
Now let go of my property.
-Give that back!
-Hey, hey!
Easy! Easy!
Both of you,
give it to me.
Give it to me, now!
Marcia,
remember me?
It was an accident.
I don't give a shit.
Drop it!
Kitten,
that's enough.
Go wait for daddy in the car.
I suggest handing over
the documents in question
to the authorities.
What are you talking
about, man, I am--
And since that seems to have
been taken care of already,
it's really now just
a question of finding
the rightful owner, correct?
Well,
my name is Matheus King.
You've probably heard of me.
I suppose you're
the one who reported
the historical documents stolen.
Correct and right, officer.
They belong to me.
Very well.
In that case,
you're under arrest
for conspiring to steal
the property of the
Christian Museum of Budapest
and receiving stolen goods.
Stay where you are!
Mr. King,
I am warning you!
Hey!
Kitten!
You have no idea who
you're dealing with.
No idea!
Or how serious the
consequences are for this.
And you are going to
end up in the woods
with a bullet in your head.
This is the end for all of you.
The documents.
Hey!
Wait!
It's gonna be a long way back.
Where's the closest
competition site?
Probably the boathouse.
-Through the tunnels then.
-Yeah.
It's our best bet
to get out of here.
There must be a
door leading downstairs.
Over here.
Oh, shit.
Can you hold your breath?
Is this the shooting range?
Now I'll be damned.
Thanks for the ride.
It's not like they
were after you.
Says who?
How'd you get here so fast?
Well let's
get out of here.
Not without the
proper insurance.
Guns.
I need guns.
Let's go.
Hey!
Shit.
Great plan.
Give me that.
Lock down the building!
They will never let
us leave this place.
Not with the documents.
So you two married now or what?
Look, George, we could fight
our way back to the car
if you could just give us a gun.
I don't trust anyone.
And why should we?
Because you don't have a choice.
Because you're
holding a gun and we're not?
Exactly.
I say you're one of them.
Excuse me?
You are the fifth member
in the Countess's covenant.
If I were, you think
I'd be sitting here
protecting you?
You weren't even able to
protect yourself out there.
You fell into disgrace
with the Countess
and that's why you have to
live outside the estate,
playing the cop.
You want the
documents for yourself
so you can get the hell out
of this stinking old town
and leave your fellow
disciples behind.
Don't come any closer.
Yeah, you want to shoot me
like you shot the
poor old servant?
He wasn't even one of them.
-He was just a man.
-Shut up!
She's gone again.
Get a grip!
If we don't start
working together,
we don't stand a chance.
We have to stick together to
fight our way out of here.
Guys,
please.
How?
If they come out of nowhere and
the bullets don't stop them?
We are here because of you!
Because of you,
we're gonna die here!
Josh!
Why don't we lure them to
the open range at the
back of the building?
That way we can round them up
and hold them back while
one of us gets the car.
One of us would
have to act as bait.
I'll do it.
Fine with me.
Hey, you sure you don't
want me to do this?
Good luck.
Who needs that anymore?
Kept saying this
place needed fixing.
Shoot!
I'm out of ammo!
How about you?
Almost out!
Me too!
Time to go!
I'll start the car.
Wait!
Shit.
Holy shit.
Shit! I'm out!
I only got one left.
Well, make it count.
I sure will.
Where's George?
You are the fifth disciple.
We're not that
different, you and me.
You're sick.
You eat people,
just like them.
I know I've done
terrible things.
But I'm not like them.
I was stuck with them.
I've hated them.
They've put me in the shit
hole to do their dirty work.
But then I heard
about this art dealer.
Mr. King.
Promised him a small fortune
if he could acquire
these documents for...
an anonymous collector.
But then you came along.
Sorry I've ruined
everything for you.
If it hadn't been for you,
I could have been
long gone by now,
leaving those things
imprisoned forever.
But then I wouldn't
have met you.
Marcia.
I wanna start over again.
I wanna change.
I have changed.
I wanna be just like you.
Free to go wherever I want.
It might get rid of the curse,
but of the guilt you carry.
Free, at last.
Josh.
You've betrayed us!
Save yourself.
What?
Hey!
What a fucked up world, eh?
This time, no one's
coming to your rescue.
An eye
for an--
Fuck.
Now you die.
What have you done?
I'm putting an end to this.
You can't kill us.
We are cursed to live forever.
Let's see about that.
Traitor!
We have become one.
We'll swallow you!
Swallow this!
Josh!
I'm...
I'm...
I'm free.
Shit!
Ah, geez.
Oh, this just keeps
getting worse.
Fuck.
Ah, fuck!
Oh.
Do you always bring
your mail when you are hunting?
Hey.
That's worth a small fortune.
It's not something
I'd leave in the car.
I'm a man of business.
All right.
Let's keep going.
Don't!
You distracted me!
Fuck.
It's slow season for does.
Who gives a fuck
what season it is?
We have to track her.
What? Without dogs?
We just have to follow
the blood trail.
Yeah, and by the
time we get there,
it'll be pumped
full of adrenaline,
only good for dog food.
In any case,
I'm in fucking pain, all right?
You're not the only
one who's in pain.
Oh.
Okay.
Do what you gotta do.
You know how to use this?
Ah.
Ooh.
Ah!
What the hell were you thinking?
Fuck you, Leo.
You're in deep shit.
The hunt is over.
Let's go.
One of the other
guides found him.
He collapsed on his way back.
Heart attack.
Oh shit.
What's the first rule?
-I--
-Ah, ah, ah, ah.
What's the first rule?
The client's safety, but--
Get the fuck out of here!
-But he shot--
-And don't even bother
coming back.
You still owe me.
Forget it.
Max, I need that money.
I have rights, you know?
Don't give me that crap.
This was your last day
as a hunting guide.
Fuck.
This is Dr.
Spangler's Office calling...
your surgery.
The waiting order's
scheduled for Monday.
However, we cannot
find any record
of health insurance
in your file.
Please call us back as soon
as you get this message.
Thank you.
But it
doesn't change the fact
that we have to fundamentally
reevaluate our attitude
towards the old legends and
sagas from our culture sphere.
We have believed for far
too long that we can...
...from past centuries--
But we...
...is not quite that simple.
Sources of many of today's--
Make the
necessary arrangements now.
The next patient on
the waiting list--
I understand,
but I have the money now.
You
need to confirm you--
I know that I will have
to cover the costs,
but that's the reason
I'm callin. I--
I see
here that there's still--
Hello?
Hello?
Oh shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Jesus!
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
Can you get up?
It's okay, you're safe.
-You're safe here.
-No, no, no, no, no.
The competition's still on.
We-- We need to leave.
Hurry!
Here.
Get in.
Hurry, he's coming.
What the hell is this?
Drive! Drive!
Quiet!
Fuck!
You okay?
There's nobody in the village
matching your description.
It could have been
someone from out of town.
We don't get
that many strangers around here.
I'm here.
Yeah, and why is that?
I'm lost.
Exactly.
Oof.
You're not going
anywhere in this tonight.
And, uh...
the forest workers won't
be here until Monday
to get that thing
out of the way.
I can't wait until Monday.
Well, you
could take the old train.
That'd be about your
only other option.
Unless you wanna
disappear into thin air
like your mysterious friend.
I'm not crazy.
Anyway, that woman, she
still has my jacket.
Oh yeah?
What about the one
you're wearing?
This is a different jacket.
What about these?
Should you even be popping pills
and driving at the same time?
Seems to me you mix those
with a little alcohol
and you could have yourself
some pretty fine delusions.
I don't drink.
Good for you.
You should at least have a look.
There must be signs of
a struggle or something.
All right, if you insist.
Can't you go after her?
Nope.
No can do.
Why is that?
It's private property.
Belongs to the Countess.
Well, whatever.
That woman needs helps.
Don't tell me how to do my job.
Broken axle.
That's gonna cost,
and it will take a while.
Oh, for--
I need to be on
the road already.
Oh, that's not gonna happen.
Why don't you...
stay for while and
make yourself at home
in our lovely town?
That's not gonna work.
She's in a hurry.
Ugh.
I could use the parts if
I cannibalize this baby.
I'd pay you, of course.
Enough for a train ticket.
There's
nothing like a good hunt
to make a man feel truly alive.
Mr. King?
How are you?
We were very worried.
Oh, alive and kicking.
My doctors recommend avoiding...
too much excitement.
It was very unsportsmanlike
of you to steal from me.
Don't you think?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, I think you do.
To cut a long story short,
I expect you to return
my property to me.
I have many
qualities, Ms. Lorenz.
Patience,
patience is not one of them.
Mr. King,
listen, I think that--
I--
Well, it's--
There's been an accident and--
I don't give a shit!
I will find you,
wherever you are,
and I will find my envelope.
You think...
you already know pain?
I'm going to get changed.
I'll meet you in the car.
We need to leave.
Drive! Drive!
Oh my God.
What-- What have
they done to you?
I'll get you out of here.
You're gonna be okay.
Don't worry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
I can't.
Everybody loses in the end.
You are going to die.
Be quite, be quite.
Hey! Hey!
Hello!
Help!
Hello!
Hello!
Don't you see me?
Hey!
Stop.
Stop.
Stop!
For fuck sake,
stop!
What the--?
Wait, the traps!
Thanks.
Are you all right?
Just drop me
off at the shore, okay?
The road closed
until at least Monday, so--
Jesus Christ, what the hell
are you still doing here?
I found her. She was here.
She was still alive.
The woman from last night.
Goodness, whatever
happened to you?
There was this woman.
She had a sword.
And there was another dead woman
in the lake.
Okay, so there
was an injured woman,
a sword-wielding woman,
-and now another dead woman?
-Two dead women.
- I'll show you, it's--
- But first, I think
you'd better come inside.
You're completely soaked.
And then someone should take a
look at your hand, Miss, hmm?
Lorenz.
Ms. Lorenz kept us
pretty busy last night.
Ms. von Boda runs the
Countess's estate.
I'm sure there's a
reasonable explanation
for all the frightening
occurrences you've described.
I'm sure it's all
quite harmless.
"Harmless"?
Does this look "harmless"
to you?
Listen,
you have to search this place.
This Countess has
a bunch of maniacs
running around and
killing people.
The Countess is dead.
What?
She passed away last
night during a hunt.
There you have your dead woman.
Only it wasn't the first time
she ignored Dr.
Jostein's warning.
Dr. Jostein is...
was her personal physician.
She could have a quick
look at Ms. Lorenz's hand.
Hmm?
Ah, here she is, Dr. Jostein.
This lady has injured her hand.
Would you be so kind
as to have a look?
I'll go fetch her
some dry clothes.
I think that's her.
That's the woman from the lake.
Right.
The woman with the sword?
May I?
So,
what's going to happen
with the property?
Oh,
a distant relative should
arrive within a few days.
Young lady from Hungary.
She will take over the estate.
Keeping it in the family, eh?
It'll go on as it always has.
The more things change,
the more they stay the same.
There's a certain
comfort in that.
Isn't there?
I guess.
Are you sure you don't want
to rest here for a bit?
Hmm.
Very well.
You need to check
out that cabin.
There is a dead woman,
and don't pretend
you don't know.
And did you find
what you were looking for?
How did this get here?
Well,
one might say it's in our blood.
The Countess's ancestors
have been proud hunters
for generations.
What about you, Ms.
Lorenz? Do you hunt?
I don't like it.
Don't you think it's
beneficial for the environment,
controlling the population?
There's no benefit in hunting,
at least not for the
ones being hunted.
Playing to judge, are we?
I thought you were too
busy doing my job for me.
Don't you see she's lying?
I could swear they
killed that woman.
Oh, come now, Ms. Lorenz.
Those are very serious
allegations, Ms. Lorenz.
Here.
That's part of my phone.
There's blood on it.
There's your proof.
The only thing
that proves is that
you've been
repeatedly trespassing
on the Countess's property.
Would you like to press charges?
Oh, that won't be necessary.
She's obviously still in shock
after suffering her injury.
Perhaps Ms. Lorenz would
consider changing her mind
about staying with us until
she's fully recovered?
and that would also
give us more time
to figure out what
really happened.
Let us help you, dear.
No!
I'm out of here.
I would be
happy to arrange that for you.
Fuck.
Ow.
Forgot to mention that
you also injured your leg.
I didn't.
Just a little reminder that
the glory days are over.
That doesn't stop you
from running around
on private property, I see.
Sometimes I forget
about the pain.
Maybe it's all those
pills you've been taking.
Maybe they do more than just
make you forget the pain.
Maybe they make you see
things that aren't there.
That's not the way
to the village.
Shortcut.
Stop!
Are you insane?
That's him.
That's the witness
from the lake.
You have to tell the police
what happened at the lake.
- George.
- Josh.
Tell her.
What're you talking
about, exactly?
What?
You--
I pulled her out of the
lake after she did this.
He was there.
He saw the whole thing.
What'd you see, Josh?
I was on the lake when
this woman boarded my boat,
started the outboard motor,
and got it entangled
in the traps.
That's not the point.
It'll take forever
to fix. Yeah, it is.
No, it's not the point.
Ms. Lorenz seems to think
she was being pursued.
Okay.
So are you trying to say
that you didn't see anything?
Well, actually, quite
enough for one day.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry.
All right.
Well, we better get going
before we miss the next train.
I'll be fine.
I sincerely doubt that.
Come on, hop in.
Come on.
It is okay, don't bother.
I'll give her a ride.
I have to head into town anyway.
Suit yourself.
You forgot your laundry.
The less you talk
to her, the better.
Tea?
Okay.
What's in there?
The smokehouse.
Looks like someone
took care of your hand.
At the estate.
Dr. Jostein.
She looked very
much like the woman
that chased me halfway
across the lake,
the one you never saw.
Sorry I couldn't be
of more help earlier,
but I honestly seem to
have missed the whole show.
Well,
some men in the village
claim that there might be
strange things going
on at that estate.
What kind of things?
That there is a lot of hunting.
Not only for game.
Hunting for what?
I'm not really part of
the village community.
I inherited this place
and a fishing license
from my uncle two years
ago when he passed away.
Yep.
Still looks pretty
much the same here.
But then I'm not planning
on staying forever.
So what's keeping you?
Tradition?
But you don't like it?
Might as well like it if
you have to live here.
What about those who die here?
What do you mean?
That cop's turning a blind eye
because she thinks I'm crazy.
Somebody has to do something.
There's nothing you can do.
Besides,
I promised George to bring
you back to the train station.
She had a tattoo on her back.
Who?
That girl...
they kept in that
room at the estate.
If there was still time.
Do you have access
to the internet?
Not here.
The Hunting Association
owns this place,
but because I live next door,
I'm also the caretaker.
There are hardly
any members left
and they don't really
come around that much.
Why don't you see if you
can get this to work?
Okay.
Well,
that outboard motor
still needs fixing.
Hey.
I'm really sorry about that.
University
Clinic, how may I help?
This is Marcia Lorenz.
I was wondering if it's possible
to move my surgery appointment.
Let me
check, please hold.
I'll hold.
Your appointment
is about to be canceled.
- No.
- Ms. Lorenz.
Please don't cancel the
appointment, I'll make it.
We still need
you to confirm that you--
Yes, I'm transferring
the deposit
via online banking as we speak.
I
understand that you want us
to move the appoint
to later this week.
Exactly.
Hello?
"Missing athlete."
Hello?
Josh!
Josh!
Did you get lost in the dark?
The targets!
They were moving.
Well, you must have
tripped a switch.
The lights weren't
working just a minute ago.
This whole place needs fixing.
Look, here.
This has something to
do with the Countess.
She's right.
This shooting
range once belonged
to an association called
the Penta Foundation.
They held numerous competitions
here, but not anymore.
I was looking for you.
This is the tattoo I've
been talking about,
on that woman's back.
All right, come on, let's go.
Where to?
To my office to answer
a few questions.
And don't worry, you'll
catch your train on time.
Those two women that
arrived last night,
I think they're in great danger.
Take a seat.
Look, George--
That's "Chief Balough" to you.
If you just call that
dead woman's family, I'm sure--
For the last time,
without a corpse,
there is no murder.
You are covering for them.
You better watch
what you're saying,
or we're gonna have
to add defamation
to your long list of charges,
and theft, it would appear.
My, my, my, that list just
keeps getting longer and longer.
An art dealer specializing in
Eastern European
medieval artifacts
reported his jacket stolen,
a jacket containing
something rather valuable.
His name was Matheus King.
That name ring
any bells for you?
'Cause according
to my information,
you were present at the
scene; a hunting party,
during the time of the incident.
Yes, I was one of the guides.
Mm-hmm.
And I seem to remember
you going on and on
after your car crash
about a missing jacket,
even though you were already
obviously wearing one.
Well,
without a jacket, there's
no theft, is there?
Let me tell you my
version of this story.
Your missing friend,
or accomplice ,
took off with the loot
after an argument about
her size of the share.
She took a short-cut across
the Countess's estate.
All this talk
about missing women
is just a ruse to get you onto
the Badesky's
private property.
You don't give a shit
about these women!
You're just out for
your own personal gain.
Is that true about the jacket?
I found it. I didn't
really steal it.
Where is it now?
Gone.
And I'm leaving too. Bye.
Are you really gonna let
George scare you off?
You know she had a number
of criminal records
on her desk and a
file on you too.
And some old book.
Why did you take it?
I don't think it's a good idea
to pull it out in front
of the police station.
I don't think it was a good idea
to steal it in the first place.
I find it rather
odd that she keeps
a historic artifact
in her office.
"By Hans Badesky."
Yeah, he was an ancestor
of our Countess, here.
Also known as the Black Knight.
He was known for his
great courage in battle
but also for his extreme
cruelty to Ottoman prisoners.
You're quite smart
for a fisherman.
Well, the villagers
are extremely proud
of their little
piece of history.
"Meat makes meat provide
strength and courage.
"Hunting, hounding, and whipping
"makes the meat
juicy and tender."
oo
Yeah, the Badeskys have always
been obsessed with hunting.
"Warrior strength
multiplied in the victor."
You know Latin too.
It looks like George
wrote this down.
The Badesky's family history.
"The first Badesky took over
the estate in the 17th century.
"Ilona Badesky,
"a young woman from Hungary.
"Then...
"she died after 50 years, left
everything to Agnes Badesky.
"After her, came a Charlotte
Badesky, and so on until today."
I'm done with this
crazy shit here.
But George is doing her
homework, let's hope after all.
You don't actually
believe that, do you?
I should be catching the train.
I've still got this appointment
to get my leg fixed,
and I have to figure
out how to pay for it.
Let me at least drive you.
I'm fine.
And thanks for doing my laundry.
Hey, wait!
Anna!
Where are you headed?
Competition, of course.
Are you coming too?
Five disciplines.
The five skills of
modern pentathlon.
The sport is based on the duties
of a military courier
in historic times.
When called upon to
deliver a message
across the battlefield,
a courier was required
to ride his horse
over rugged terrain.
Should he lose his horse,
he was forced to run, swim,
shoot his way through
the enemy's lines,
or fight any remaining
opponents with a sword.
It's the ultimate skill and
strength test for an athlete.
I'm not following.
The Penta Foundation.
They're all about
modern pentathlon.
So what?
For each discipline,
there's one competition site,
five in total.
Okay, but--
I found an access point,
an underground tunnel
system at the stables.
When I was down there,
it seemed to be spreading
into several directions.
So what if all the
competition sites
are connected via an
underground tunnel system?
What I'm saying is
once we're down there,
we should be able to get to
any of the competition sites.
I see what you mean.
The stable is for
horseback riding.
The lake for swimming.
The shooting range for
shooting, obviously.
That leaves the maze,
maybe for running.
But here, the village,
fencing?
I mean, there's no gym
or anything like that.
Yeah, maybe there used
to be one in the days.
But see here,
the hunting cabin.
It's also part of the system.
There was a tunnel. I was there.
And that's where you
last saw that jacket, right?
Here.
What is this?
It's an earth mound,
a historic rampart.
The remains can be found
all over the place.
Some villagers claim that
it was a protective wall
during the Thirty Years'
War in the Middle Ages.
So, where do we start?
What's up?
Something's different.
The lights.
Looks like it's showtime.
Hurry, let's go.
Wait!
What are you doing?
Josh?
Anna!
Wait!
Rena?
Are you here for the tournament?
Sure.
You don't look like
you're in any shape to fight.
It's been a while...
since my last bout.
Did you win?
Sometimes winning and
losing are the same.
Time to go.
Listen.
You need to get the
hell out of here.
They are formed up.
I'll take my chances.
You don't stand a chance.
Everybody loses, everybody dies.
You, too, will die.
Are you threatening me?
I'm saving you.
Wait!
Well?
You have a gift.
The gift of being one
of the best warriors
to ever grace the
Penta Foundation.
True warrior blood is
coursing through your veins.
The time has come to
prove you're worthy...
to challenge your own destiny.
This
is not your fight!
You? What the--?
Did you just see that?
I can hear it.
The sword!
Come on!
Here we are.
This makes a lot of sense.
Another the tip
of the pentagram,
the one that points
at the village.
This is a dead end.
You have to turn back.
Back where?
Here.
We need something heavy.
Watch out!
Give me your hand.
Back to the stairs!
Can you make it?
Do I have a choice?
Not if you wanna live.
Oh no.
The door!
Give me just a minute.
I need to get you out of here.
You still got that map?
I need more light.
It's the maze, that's
where we started.
Then we went through
here, to the fencing hall,
that's where the
auto repair shop is.
And then I'm guessing
we probably must
have walked through here,
into the center, right
beneath the manor.
Okay, but if we
can find a tunnel
that leads to the
shooting range,
maybe we can find a way
out from the inside.
Hey.
Just like the book
that George had.
See?
She must have been quite
chummy with the Countess
if she had a book
from a secret library.
Look.
The Badesky's family chronicles.
Official documents.
Yeah, and boxes full
of old junk, come on.
"The verdict against the
Countess Elizabeth Badesky
"and her four closest servants."
From the Kingdom of Hungary
in the 17th Century.
Sure knew a thing or
two about warfare.
They were convicted for the
murder of 80 young women.
It says here,
"Shortly after the execution,
"the bodies of the Countess
and her four disciples
"disappeared without a trace."
Yeah, I think we've
probably seen enough.
Come on.
We need to get a move on.
Let's go.
You can lean on me.
Holy shit.
The pentagram.
The coast is clear.
Josh!
This is the priest's report
on the banishment of
Countess Elizabeth Badesky,
the first Badesky
here in this village.
Listen to this.
"To kill women,"
just like her Hungarian
relative, right here.
"Secretly, the
villager's, lead priest,
"spent weeks building
a consecrated mound
"all around the entire estate."
Ah, that would be
our historic rampart.
And I always thought it was
for military purposes only.
Watch your step.
I don't think this is the right
time to be reading a book.
Listen.
"By the time the Countess
saw to the scheme,
"it was already too late.
"Here, in the case of
the Thirty Years' War,
"the Church played a
clever trick on her.
"She thought she was signing
"a treaty with the
House of Habsburg,
"but in fact she was signing
"a disguised warning spell
"that made it impossible
for her and her people
"to cross the sanctified
barrier around the estate."
Clever.
They tricked her into
signing her own curse.
Five documents
condemned the Countess
and her four disciples to
these grounds for all eternity.
That's a long time,
if you're immortal.
"Immortal"?
You think they're immortal?
The same people all
these centuries?
It was you who mentioned
the fountain of youth.
The manager of the estate,
Mrs. von Boda, Dr. Jostein,
Dorothea the mechanic,
and the Countess,
who's supposedly dead.
That's only four,
so who's the fifth?
I believe you already
have an answer to that.
This fountain of youth might
certainly be worth a detour.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Just a minute ago you
were close to collapsing.
I don't think
you're in any shape
to go in another
wild goose chase.
But I'm much better now.
Well, in that case,
there's no need for a
fountain of youth after all.
We've been here before.
Damn.
Let me see.
Oh shit.
Shit.
Josh.
It's locked.
The door is locked.
Don't worry, I'll get the key.
Marcia, wait!
No.
Don't move, she's coming.
Oh, hello, dear.
It's a pleasure having
you for dinner tonight.
What is it about
life, Ms. Lorenz,
that makes one hold
onto it so desperately?
The art of hunting,
our Countess has
perfected it, you know.
We all admire her...
for her radical vision
that brought us our
victory over death.
Countess.
Countess.
Pardon?
Countess is dead.
Oh, you shouldn't
believe everything you are told.
Of course,
the Countess was
getting a bit frail,
and after that little
accident last night...
it was time for a
little rejuvenation.
Eternal life...
does not mean eternal youth.
The flesh gives eternal life.
The blood...
provides eternal youth
and an unscathed body.
Blood...
and flesh...
only together...
they shape the secret
of our immortality.
Soon our young, ancient countess
will be able to come
into her own inheritance,
as always.
Who's the fifth woman?
What?
Who's...
the last of the
Countess's disciples?
Oh,
you've uncovered quite a
bit for such a short time...
but you're not quite as
smart as you think you are.
Don't condemn us.
History seems to
always condemn the ones
brave enough to
set out a new path.
So many visionaries have
been burned at the stake.
You can't...
call hunting people "visionary".
The stress of the hunt,
the fear and the pain,
that's what gives the
meat its bitter taste
and grants us eternal life.
Warriors on the battlegrounds
of history knew this.
To kill the opponent
and feast on their flesh
would give them their strength.
Unfortunately,
it has become quite
difficult to find
true warriors these days.
The Penta Foundation
helps us to find
what you would call
modern-day warriors.
Athletes,
Ms. Lorenz,
eager to prove themselves
in the next contest,
just like you.
What are you really up to?
I don't know what they are.
You have no idea what it means
to be imprisoned for centuries!
The searing pain...
making your insides boil
whenever you draw too close
to that cursed
consecrated circle.
Just because you ache
for a breath of freedom.
Oh, and then you...
show up out of nowhere...
carrying the very
documents we've been trying
to get our hands on
all these years...
but not anymore.
Just imagine...
what the world will look like...
once word gets out about
our secret of immortality.
Soon the earth will be...
a glorious battlefield...
where everyone is a hunter.
Everyone is the prey.
Impure!
Impure!
Patience!
We must wait until
we are all present.
She'd better hurry.
I'm not waiting a second longer.
Don't burn it before reading.
I'll need to read
it backwards while it burns.
Only this
will reverse the curse.
Yes.
Don't be foolish.
My ladies!
The Countess!
We asked not to be
disturbed, Johann!
The bath has been destroyed!
The mistress!
Wha--
What happened to you?
I've changed.
You're bleeding.
Not anymore.
I'll get the knife.
I see you're dressed
for the occasion.
George?
-What?
-Put your goddamn
hands in the air.
- What are you doing?
- Drop your weapon
and put your goddamn hands up!
You don't actually think I'd--
Drop your weapon and
keep your hands in the air!
I have nothing to do
with this. Come on!
No!
Stop!
Josh!
Are you hurt?
Stay back!
She just shot the old servant.
I told you, girl, no
matter where you went,
I'd find you.
Now let go of my property.
-Give that back!
-Hey, hey!
Easy! Easy!
Both of you,
give it to me.
Give it to me, now!
Marcia,
remember me?
It was an accident.
I don't give a shit.
Drop it!
Kitten,
that's enough.
Go wait for daddy in the car.
I suggest handing over
the documents in question
to the authorities.
What are you talking
about, man, I am--
And since that seems to have
been taken care of already,
it's really now just
a question of finding
the rightful owner, correct?
Well,
my name is Matheus King.
You've probably heard of me.
I suppose you're
the one who reported
the historical documents stolen.
Correct and right, officer.
They belong to me.
Very well.
In that case,
you're under arrest
for conspiring to steal
the property of the
Christian Museum of Budapest
and receiving stolen goods.
Stay where you are!
Mr. King,
I am warning you!
Hey!
Kitten!
You have no idea who
you're dealing with.
No idea!
Or how serious the
consequences are for this.
And you are going to
end up in the woods
with a bullet in your head.
This is the end for all of you.
The documents.
Hey!
Wait!
It's gonna be a long way back.
Where's the closest
competition site?
Probably the boathouse.
-Through the tunnels then.
-Yeah.
It's our best bet
to get out of here.
There must be a
door leading downstairs.
Over here.
Oh, shit.
Can you hold your breath?
Is this the shooting range?
Now I'll be damned.
Thanks for the ride.
It's not like they
were after you.
Says who?
How'd you get here so fast?
Well let's
get out of here.
Not without the
proper insurance.
Guns.
I need guns.
Let's go.
Hey!
Shit.
Great plan.
Give me that.
Lock down the building!
They will never let
us leave this place.
Not with the documents.
So you two married now or what?
Look, George, we could fight
our way back to the car
if you could just give us a gun.
I don't trust anyone.
And why should we?
Because you don't have a choice.
Because you're
holding a gun and we're not?
Exactly.
I say you're one of them.
Excuse me?
You are the fifth member
in the Countess's covenant.
If I were, you think
I'd be sitting here
protecting you?
You weren't even able to
protect yourself out there.
You fell into disgrace
with the Countess
and that's why you have to
live outside the estate,
playing the cop.
You want the
documents for yourself
so you can get the hell out
of this stinking old town
and leave your fellow
disciples behind.
Don't come any closer.
Yeah, you want to shoot me
like you shot the
poor old servant?
He wasn't even one of them.
-He was just a man.
-Shut up!
She's gone again.
Get a grip!
If we don't start
working together,
we don't stand a chance.
We have to stick together to
fight our way out of here.
Guys,
please.
How?
If they come out of nowhere and
the bullets don't stop them?
We are here because of you!
Because of you,
we're gonna die here!
Josh!
Why don't we lure them to
the open range at the
back of the building?
That way we can round them up
and hold them back while
one of us gets the car.
One of us would
have to act as bait.
I'll do it.
Fine with me.
Hey, you sure you don't
want me to do this?
Good luck.
Who needs that anymore?
Kept saying this
place needed fixing.
Shoot!
I'm out of ammo!
How about you?
Almost out!
Me too!
Time to go!
I'll start the car.
Wait!
Shit.
Holy shit.
Shit! I'm out!
I only got one left.
Well, make it count.
I sure will.
Where's George?
You are the fifth disciple.
We're not that
different, you and me.
You're sick.
You eat people,
just like them.
I know I've done
terrible things.
But I'm not like them.
I was stuck with them.
I've hated them.
They've put me in the shit
hole to do their dirty work.
But then I heard
about this art dealer.
Mr. King.
Promised him a small fortune
if he could acquire
these documents for...
an anonymous collector.
But then you came along.
Sorry I've ruined
everything for you.
If it hadn't been for you,
I could have been
long gone by now,
leaving those things
imprisoned forever.
But then I wouldn't
have met you.
Marcia.
I wanna start over again.
I wanna change.
I have changed.
I wanna be just like you.
Free to go wherever I want.
It might get rid of the curse,
but of the guilt you carry.
Free, at last.
Josh.
You've betrayed us!
Save yourself.
What?
Hey!
What a fucked up world, eh?
This time, no one's
coming to your rescue.
An eye
for an--
Fuck.
Now you die.
What have you done?
I'm putting an end to this.
You can't kill us.
We are cursed to live forever.
Let's see about that.
Traitor!
We have become one.
We'll swallow you!
Swallow this!
Josh!
I'm...
I'm...
I'm free.