All language subtitles for Mark.Of.The.Devil.Part.II.1973.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]-eng

Stop! Stop this carriage!

Everyone out!
The baggage has to be inspected!

Idiot.
Take a look at the Emperor's seal.

Yes, sir.

IN THE PERIOD BETWEEN
THE 14TH AND 18TH CENTURIES,

AN ESTIMATED EIGHT MILLION
MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN

WERE SACRIFICED TO WITCHCRAFT
OUT OF DELUSION AND FANATICISM.

DEATH AT THE STAKE OR ON THE
SCAFFOLD WAS OFTEN ONLY SALVATION

FOR THE PEOPLE OF THOSE DAYS
AFTER YEARS OF AGONIZING TORTURE.

THIS FILM SHOWS THE STORY OF
THE YOUNG COUNTESS SALMENAU,

TAKEN FROM ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS.

ONE OF THE WITCH HUNTERS,
POPULARLY KNOWN AS BALZER ROSS,

A CENTURION IN A
GERMAN PRINCIPALITY,

WHO DEMONSTRABLY HAD MORE
THAN 250 GIRLS AND WOMEN

BURNED TO DEATH
WITHIN THREE YEARS,

PERSECUTED THE BEAUTIFUL
COUNTESS NOT ONLY OUT OF GREED,

BUT ALSO FOR STRONG
SEXUAL REASONS,

WHICH DETERMINED
HIS INHUMANE ACTIONS.

HIS CRUELTY AND BRUTALITY ARE
UNPARALLELED IN HUMAN HISTORY.

I'm not a witch!
I'm not a witch!

Let me go! Let me go!

Oh, please, God help me!
I'm not a witch!

Please, believe me! Help me God!

I'm not a witch!

Can't you please listen?

Help me God!

It won't be long.

Yes.

We'll be seeing
Uncle Nicholas soon.

Yes, Alexander, and I'm
going to take you on your first hunt.

You're a good father, darling.

Oh.

Let's go faster, Papa!

He'll make a fine arrow-man.

You're right.

Sweetheart.

Mama, is Uncle Nicholas a king?

No.

What is he then?

Well, let's see.

Half man, and half saint.

Then he is a mermaid.

Mermaid.

Exactly.

Let's go faster.

Let me go! I'm innocent!

No, no! Help!

I'm not a witch.

No!

No!

Help!

Help!

No!

Help!

I want you to stop that.

I demand that you stop it.

You are interfering with
an authorized judgment.

I demand you let her go.

In the name of justice.

She's been denounced as a witch.

Show me the indictment.

It's posted in the village.

Alex!

Alexander!

Alexander, you stay here.

I'll see you again, bastard.

Count Salmenau! Look out!

- Alex!
- Damn it!

Count Salmenau.

- Elisabeth!
- Oh, Alex!

What's the matter with Papa?

Come to me, my son.

Damn you! Salmenau
was a very important friend of the prince.

This had to happen before
our official arrival at court.

It was open combat.

They can't challenge me.

- And I was victor.
- Really?

And who told you he was a count?

Did he introduce himself to
you before he drew his sword?

His servant called
him by that name.

What?

His servant was a witness?

Yes.

Then you'd better
get rid of him.

Understand? And quickly.

We must allow nothing to
interfere with our work, Natas.

This incident is dangerous.

Let's investigate the child.

How old did you say he was?

Answer me.

Quite young,

but he was strong like the devil when
he pushed the guard into the water.

Yes.

He's a devil's bastard,
that's it.

Post this document immediately.

Whoever assists a person
suspected of dealing with the devil,

grants him protection,

or aids him in escaping,

will be considered
one of the devil's people

and consigned
to the executioner.

You're my best rider, Calder.

I'm your obedient servant.

- You must ride like the wind.
- Yes, sir.

It's of the utmost importance.

You must take this
message to His Majesty.

Not a word to anyone.

I rely on you.

Be sure that it will be done.

For you, sir, I would
ride through hell itself.

Go then, Calder, and Godspeed.

God bless you.

Elisabeth.

My poor child.

What a terrible tragedy
has befallen you.

This letter to the court,

it has to help.

I do hope, Your Eminence.

I appear in your eyes not
only as witch commissioner,

but also as a man
and a Christian.

Your reputation for
strictness and determination precedes you.

Satan and his demons are also one
to give no pardon, Your Eminence.

You know,

Balthasar von Ross,

that we are not only the legal,

but also the spiritual
leaders of this land.

Yes, I'm quite aware,
Your Eminence.

But also every subject
is called on to fight

against the devil
and his cohorts.

As we all know, Eminence,
the words of the Bible are valid.

Who was not for me...

is against me.

Good day, gentlemen.

I am the Countess Salmenau.

My husband, the Count,

was murdered by that man there,
Your Eminence.

That's not correct.

If you'll excuse me, Countess,
there can be no discussion of murder.

Your son killed one of
my imperial assistants.

Quite incredibly
imprudent, Eminence.

And your version, Countess?

My husband fought injustice
all his life, Your Eminence.

When he saw the injustice that this man
here was inflicting on a defenseless woman,

he tried stopping it.
There was a duel.

It was fought honorably until

this monster murdered
him by throwing his dagger.

Do you have proof, Countess?

My husband's death
is proof enough.

All I ask for is justice.

You embarrass me, Countess.

You demand justice,

but do consider how
you state this accusation.

Consider all the facets.

And above all,
don't forget that the young girl

on whom the test
was being performed

would probably
still be alive today,

and also free from
the taint of witchcraft.

If your son

had not killed the
imperial assistant

who was holding the rope

with which he was just
about to pull the innocent girl

out of the water.

I came here seeking justice.

And this I swear,

that the cruel
death of my beloved

and the dastardly crime committed
against him will be avenged.

I trust Your Eminence
will find a way,

and be sure,

to protect me

from this sort of incrimination.

We will meet again.

Is Papa in heaven, Mama?

Yes, he is.
Sleep well, my darling.

Then he can see everything?

Yes, Angel.

Even that you're crying?

Yes.

Say, aren't you from the castle?

Yes, I cook up there.

That's devil's weed.

Are you fetching it
for the countess?

Devil's weed?
I'm only getting greens.

Dill, plantain,
lesser centaury, and celery.

Between ourselves.

She's going to
make a love potion

that rips men's trousers off.

For Countess Salmenau?

No, for my sister's wedding.
You're invited.

The countess, too?

You've really got the
countess on your mind.

Arrest her.

Shut up.

Now we'll rip our trousers off.

But without lesser centaury.

- No!
- They've got a witch!

A witch, a witch...

Soon you'll be standing
before the eternal judge.

Come now, confess that you served the
magic potion to the Countess von Salmenau.

Isn't that the kitchen maid who
bought the herbs for the countess?

She's the one.

Has she confessed yet?

No.

The list.

Why aren't more people
burned than beheaded?

Wood is expensive for the burnings.
Beheading is much cheaper, Master von Ross.

The next degree of torture.

Father Melchior.

Just what are you doing here?

I have permission to hear the last
confession of Marta, the kitchen maid.

Hurry up.
She's very little time left.

No, no, not that.

If I were to confess
what isn't true,

I wouldn't be able to
justify myself in front of God.

- No.
- Hasn't the devil twisted her neck yet?

No!

No.

No!

Hey, you! Hey, you!

Hey, there! Are you deaf?

Can't you hear?

Are you reading a book?

You don't answer me.

Don't read the book.

Look here.

Can you fly?

God forbid.

Our father left
flying for the birds.

Nonsense.
You forget that butterflies fly up.

Do it like me.

You should just raise your
arms and then you flap.

That's it.

Good.

That's very good.

Good.

Now we both can fly.

If man were supposed to fly,
our Lord would have given him wings.

I don't believe that.

He didn't give us wheels,
but we can ride.

Alexander!

Where can Alexander be?

Sometimes I think the
ground has swallowed him up.

Down like a witch.

Does the noble lady
believe in witches?

I believe in witches and demons
when I see them riding by.

But our Lord Jesus Christ drove
out the evil spirits from the people.

Of course he did,
but evil is still among us.

Then you believe
that evil still exists?

Of course.
You can see it's all around.

For some it's obvious.

And what's in the people?
It's called superstition,

delusion, hate and jealousy.

- Ah!
- I'm the devil! I'm the devil!

You're a horrible child!

You'll never be a noble man.

Naughty boy.

Mommy!

I really frightened her,
didn't I?

I'm taking you home.

You're the abbess
of this convent.

You know who I am?

Yes.

I want you to give me some
information about that boy

who frightened you
with his unusual actions.

The Lord Lucifer does not
make any discrepancies.

I've already had to
burn abbots and bishops.

Did you notice his teeth?

Like a wolf.

Like a wolf.

Wake up, Clementine.

Clementine.

Wake up.

Come with me.

- Come.
- What's the matter?

Come with me. Come.

The cat of nine tails.

Over there.

Take the gown off.

Quickly.

Can't you hear?

Take it off.

I want you to name them.

Name them.

I lied to the Reverend Mother.

I was in the garden secretly.

I spoke to the son,

the son of

Elisabeth

von Salmenau.

You spoke to that sinner,
Elisabeth von Salmenau?

Oh, please, Reverend Mother.

She's not a sinner.

What contradictions.

You dare say that?

You impertinent girl.

The witch commissioner
has come into our sanctuary.

You know what that means.

Into our holy sanctuary.

Strike me.

Strike...

me.

Strike me.

Strike Satan into me.

You must beat me so he

he cannot ever become master

over you

again.

Reverend Mother,
what are you asking of me?

I am ordering you, child.

Yes.

Like the Lord

before his tormentors.

I want to abase myself.

Before you so that
the witch commissioner

cannot become Lord.

Over the beautiful
betrothed of Jesus...

Christ.

Please beat me.

Father in heaven,

- you are my witness.
- Beat me!

- I can't.
- Beat me.

- I can't.
- Please.

No.

- Please.
- No.

No!

Beat me.

- Please.
- Oh, Reverend Mother.

No.

Yes.

Harder.

Yes. Yes!

I see his horns.

I see his spiky tail.

Harder.

Oh, he's coming for me.

Harder. Don't stop.

Hit me. Hit me hard.

Yes.

You got it.

What's the meaning of this intrusion?

What right do you have?

I am the man
who asks the questions, priest.

Just what do you want?

Walpurga Stechlin,
spouse of Thomas Stechlin.

No.

Walpurga Stechlin, in the name of
the imperial witch commissioner

you are charged
with the following.

You're suspected of bringing
in the devil's bastards

with the magic aid
of the witch's brew.

Stop. Stop this fighting.

They are both members
of my congregation.

Then explain, will you,
the love potion here tonight?

Their custom permits this.

Why?

Love potions are outlaw.

Or is your congregation unable

to perform without devil's brew?

Hey, what's happening?

Is this a wedding or a funeral?

What is that?

It's not for eunuchs.

Love potion is only for men.

Here.

Men, get your torches
and burn this place.

No, don't.

Don't do it.

I beg of you.

Let's get outta here!

A fine specimen
of witch, this one.

Now, a tasty mussel,
don't you think?

Show us what you can do.

No, no, no.

Help, help.

I'd rather be a monk.

No, I can't.

Wet your finger.
Maybe that will help you find it.

That's enough.

- Find it.
- Take her away.

No, no!

- No!
- Stop, you little witch!

Get her ready.

No!

Hold her.

I'm gonna screw the
devil in your head.

No!

Hey, careful of the blood.

Get in.

Bring her up, quick.

Your people do what they please.

The accused aren't questioned.
Just beaten straight away.

Master law clerk
has a weak heart.

You seem to have a
weak heart also nowadays.

Especially with the
herb woman, Pompanne.

You let her escape,
so you'll find her.

Dead or alive.

Yes.

I shouldn't have to
take the blame for it.

I haven't seen any
instruments of torture.

Where are they?

When I deal with them,

I don't need any.

Ha!

Nothing but mob and rabble.

Where are the rich fat ones?

Don't trust yourselves
to go after them, do you?

- I do what I'm ordered, sir.
- That's not all.

By the way, you executed
Henning Brabout, didn't you?

It was last year.

It was the 17th of November last,
when you laid him on a butcher's table.

You delicately smashed his
rib cage and slit open his belly.

Then you gelded him,

ripped out his heart, and slapped
him several times across the face.

I like that.

I also hacked him into five pieces,
but by then he was already dead.

What a pity.

That'll teach ya!

This is inconceivable to torture
someone because of a love potion.

Those idiots.

These touring trials are
going to destroy our morale.

For whatever reasons, Count.

The herb girl was always
ready to help everybody.

Now something's got to be done.

You are quite right!
Elisabeth, we have got to do something.

What, Uncle?

I'm going to put her under
the protection of the castle.

Just let this
Mr. von Ross come to me.

Here, sit down.

But I've got to
see the mayor first.

I can go.
Where does she live, Uncle?

It's out of the question.

Look, time is short.
You must tell me where her place is.

- Please, Uncle.
- When you were a child,

you called the place
the "Seven Humpbacks."

That's the place
of the seven hills.

Yes, that's it.

We must hurry.

Come on.

I'm a bird. I'm flying.

Faster.

That was fun.

Why is your head bald?

Do nuns have to
shave their hair?

Huh?

One doesn't die of it.

Without any hair,
you won't get a husband.

I'm betrothed to our Lord.

Let's go.
I want you to come and fly with me.

I'm coming.

Here we go.

Don't be so slow. Hurry up.

Did you hurt yourself?

I think so.

I'll take you home.

No, take me to
Uncle Nicholas's herb woman.

She can fix my knee.

All right, lean on me.

Ah, it's a mandrake.

What are you mumbling about?

Whatever you are
mumbling about, it can't hurt.

- How's that?
- Fine.

- It feels good.
- Good.

Tomorrow it will
be as good as new.

Thanks, Miss Pompanne.

How, may I ask,
did you make this mixture?

Make a cross.

Quick.

I made it from devil's mud.

- Devil's mud?
- Yeah!

Of course,
with horns and cloven foot.

Real devils go by coach.

Rather than limping
through the streets.

All right, then.
Go on in and arrest them.

No.

No. Get out of here.

Your mother wanted
to see me hang.

Come here,
little Count Salmenau.

Demon.

You stink like a wolf.

God, missus.

Burn this witch's hovel!

Help me!

Help me!

Take your hands off me!

Enough.

Move on to the dungeon.

Let's move on.

What are you doing?

- I have your son.
- No!

You won't be able to forget me.

You filthy bastard.

You filthy animal.

My son, a little child is now
in your hands, commissioner.

Your son?

In my hand?

Make yourself comfortable,
Countess, please.

Very kind of you.

Just give me my
child and the nun.

- Do as I told you.
- Right, sir.

You've no feelings because
of your damned witchery.

You haven't enough human blood.

Don't forget, one day
you'll have to face God.

I caution you to take
care of what you say.

You feel so smug
in your position.

You feel you're God,
Master Witch Hunter.

But remember God.

He still has the power
over criminal extortionists.

One more word out of you
and I'll have you arrested.

Please.

Please, give me my child.

Put him in a shack.

You devil!

Get away from me.

Shut up in there!

You arrested a nun?

Of course, when
they pray with witches.

Every bride of
Christ is a virgin.

Pity we don't know.

A virgin.

This Madonna stays with me.

Now I will...

Filthy beast!

You leave that child alone!

You dirty finger!

What's going on down here?

Get out!

Get out of here!

Everybody out!

What's that?
Someone's screaming.

Something terrible is happening.

The torture
master's at it again.

Father in heaven.

Father...

I've never had a virgin before.

No, never.

Oh, holy mother!

Oh, no.

Oh!

No. I've seen everything.

A nobleman turns into a pig.

- Horrible beast.
- Lucifer appears in the shape of a pig.

And you're the
devil's prostitute.

Pig!

You'll be
sorry for this, believe me.

I'm not really very
surprised at you.

My Uncle Nicholas told me that

you have an unusual
style with women.

I assume he meant the
ones you put in chains.

You want to have your child?

First I'll see you burned.

Do you hear? Burned!

She is lost, Father Melchior.

They're going to burn that little girl.

They have refrained her.

A bride of Christ.

We are all his property.

All the poor children

in the dungeon

are God's children.

I tell you, she's a saint.

A pure saint.

She has suffered enormously
because of you, my dear abbess.

You have to save her.

Please. Please.

Don't you hear every night the
confessions of the unfortunate people

who have to burn in
spite of their innocence?

Your sympathy for the
persecuted comes rather late.

Please, have mercy. Please.

You must help poor Clementine.

Please.

It's because of you that she's in
the hands of that madman, abbess.

I thought of a way.

The most supreme protest is
hereby issued by His Eminence

against the instructions
from the witch commissioner

to bring a nun who falls under my
jurisdiction before a worldly court.

It carries another name.

Can't you see that you're
asking me to forge this document?

Yes.

Nothing will happen to you.

I will take all of
the responsibility.

You want me to
falsify this paper?

Yes.

The trial's already opened.

Bring in the accused.

You are Sister Clementine,

member of the Clarisse Order?

Yes, Your Honor.

You've been accused of taking part
together with other people in witchcraft.

And also of making
unnatural flying attempts

with the boy Alexander,
Count Salmenau.

Wait!

Will you please
explain then just why

you've decided to judge an
innocent boy for witchcraft?

Is he a demon that
practices black art?

Or is it a sadistic desire
to persecute the innocent?

Enough!
Take the witnesses out of here.

The boy Count Salmenau will
not be tried in this courtroom.

We have been asked
to appear as witnesses

and we demand
to be heard as such.

Please sit down.

I demand that the Countess
Salmenau's child Alexander be released.

And you cannot hold him for a
crime that he's completely innocent of.

And another thing,
Commissioner von Ross,

he not only sentences,
he also rapes.

The court will continue
and you will tell the truth.

I'd like to ask a question.

Do you know what's happened
to your accomplice in sorcery?

I am referring to
Pompanne, the herb woman.

Didn't you appear on the same
night through mysterious forces

in the company of the devil who broke
the neck of the herb woman, the witch?

- What stupidity!
- Silence!

You may once more
ask the accused about it.

Have mercy! Please!

Don't torture me again!

I will admit everything!

Perhaps she has many other
interesting things to tell us.

I will tell you everything
you want to hear, Your Honor.

But before I have to die,

please,

let me have my child!

What does she even
mean about the child?

The doctor's examination
has proved her to be pregnant.

Excuse me.

In order not to fall
under the suspicion

of having a
relationship with hell,

I am hereby
inviting the countess

for an audience.

Come to see me
tomorrow afternoon.

- Alone.
- We will continue.

Was it the devil who
committed this act of

fornication?

What do you mean

by fornication?

The devil appeared in your cell

and you kissed him on his ass.

Admit it.

Perhaps you might convince your head
witch hunter to adopt acceptable manners,

not to speak of your own cruelties
and your appalling breach of law.

Perhaps you want
to be tortured again.

I admit everything.

Well then.

Yes,

I have.

She has admitted her
love affair with the devil.

It has been registered.

Please,

give me something to drink.

Now you have a drink of water.

Don't you have any children?

Your Honor?

Tomorrow you will walk through the
gates of fire to meet your devil lover.

And then you may ask
Satan who made you pregnant.

Just a moment, please, sir.
I have important evidence.

What's the meaning
of this, clerk?

- A letter from His Eminence.
- Let me see it.

These matters
are referred to me.

Are you the chairman or am I?

The most supreme protest against the
instructions of the witch commissioner

to bring the nun Clementine Pia
before the court

in the realm of His Excellency
etcetera etcetera.

Where did you get this?

Well, I got it from
His Eminence, sir.

I mean... I mean that I got it
from another nun that gave it to me.

And she got it
from another friar.

Arrest the priest Melchior
and put him to the torture.

Advisor,

trial is adjourned.

The signature of His
Eminence is authentic,

but the name has been altered.

We'll soon have them all.

The priest Melchior
will be executed

right after his confession.

The Countess Salmenau
was the last one to deal with.

Afterwards we'll
confiscate her entire estate.

The governor will
be happy if he gets

half of such a nice sum.

We really must hurry.

Confiteor deo omnipotenti.

Mea culpa.

Are you finished
with your mea culpa?

No, no.

- Yes!
- Write it down.

Write this down.

I did the falsification.

Who were all the men behind?

I need names.

Names! Names!
Come up with the truth!

There are none!

There are none!

We better have the torture man.

There are none!

Then, stroke the fire.

You bastard!

You torture people to death.

And then after you and your
assistants have killed them,

you pretend that
it's Satan that did it.

And then the torture
master of the district

is held responsible for the whole
business after you've moved along.

Are you sure you'll be
in this district after this?

Why do you think
that this third courier

has ever reached the sovereign?

How do you know
that he'll help me?

My child in prison, parching,

with iron fetters
put on his feet.

There is no justice here.

The witch hunter is in control.

You'll go through
hell if you stay.

Even if I have to crawl to
Rome to see the Holy Father,

from now on I won't shrink back

from any means for my child.

You hear?

Any means will be good
enough for me from now on, uncle.

I can hear and see,

but you're being a very
foolish child, Elisabeth.

Yes, niece.

Do you know the price
these gentlemen charge?

I don't care.

I've made my decision.

It may be the wrong decision,

but remember, Elisabeth,

with women

there is something
like violation of the soul.

But the virginity of my soul

will always belong
to my husband.

From now on, I'm not going to say a
single word to whatever you might do.

I'm waiting for your signature

and your seal, Your Honor.

Yes.

All trials, still pending
in my principality,

concerning witchcraft

and the practice of black
magic are hereby postponed,

signed by the Emperor.

I'll answer this later.

Has the Countess
Salmenau arrived?

Yes, sir.

You have ridden hard.

It only took you two days.

- My compliments!
- Thank you!

My people will take care
of your accommodations.

Thank you, sir.

Can you lend me a
few drops of blood?

Yes, sir.

And now,

you will spill some on me.

Where?

Here.

And again.

Send us home.

Clementine,

home to heaven.

All the children in
heaven will be mine.

Tomorrow, Clementine.

Tomorrow,

I will be allowed

to see my betrothed.

Oh, my Lord,

make me strong enough.

Don't have any doubts,

although the shame

and the disgrace

have shaken your confidence.

You will see him.

When the last bell
has quit ringing,

the last,

your first day will have come.

It was very kind of
you to invite me here.

It is my pleasure.

I thought that we should
have a chance to chat.

If you know what I mean.

It's a pity you didn't
come to see me before.

You should take advantage
of the fact that I'm...

Governor.

Your move.

And move carefully. It's up to you.

And what do you suppose

would happen

if I moved correctly?

It wouldn't be something

I regret to be sorry for.

I am careful,

but somewhat naive.

No more than I am.

I suppose

the worldly wisdom one acquires

is certainly

useful.

Maybe I can agree with that.

Who else could
be a better friend

and advisor than yourself, Governor?

I'd like you to know that

I've taken steps on
your behalf just today.

Confidentially,

there was a bit of a struggle.

It accomplished what I set
out to do before seeing you.

It's the blood of your child.

No!

Don't worry,
I've saved him from torture.

You can be sure.
He's quite safe.

Please, I will do anything.
Anything you ask.

If they can be freed,
I promise I'll be grateful

in every way.

Can you perhaps do it?

If only you would.

I would do anything.

I will do anything.
Do you hear me? Anything!

Your child will be free tonight.

Agreed.

Either like that.

Come, come to me.

Come.

I love you.

I was scared to
death under there.

You look absolutely dead.

I love you so much.

Let me out.

- Arrest her.
- What do you mean?

Let me go! Unhand me!

The law states that the
entire body must be shaved

per totum corpum rasurum,

especially...

the erogenous zone.

Mommy, where are you, Mommy?

But maybe now she will talk.

I take anything.

Write this down.

I was there,

and I saw him sitting

on his throne.

The devilish arrogance

in all his dark powers

and with his contempt

for man, contempt.

Where was it?

Where were you?
Answer me, will you?

Can you describe it?

- Yes.
- Are you writing this?

You have been asked
where you have seen the devil.

I see him...

every day.

What do you mean by that?

Look into

the mirror,

and

you'll see the devil.

I'll take care of her arrogance,
Your Honor.

Mommy, what's making you cry?

The boy is about seven years
of age and has a cleft palate

and has very strongly
developed canine teeth.

Indicate that within a very short period
he will undergo a rapid transformation

into a wolf-man.

She's unconscious, Your Honor.

The devil himself
protects her from the pain.

And

on the inside of his left forearm
you can clearly see the devil's mark.

It's a black spot

on which we shall
try the needle test.

Here it is.

Further proof that the devil
fornicated with the mother of the child.

A witch.

And now, gentlemen,

I want to show you
these teeth here.

Thank you. That'll do.

There's no doubt whatsoever about
the wolfish nature of these teeth.

You can rest assured that all of the tests
will prove that this nature is hereditary.

Don't you think

that we, too, have been so
much influenced by superstition

that we are no longer aware

that nature can
produce phenomena?

We really must be sure.

The needle test.

The needle test.

Mommy! Mommy!

- Alexander.
- Mommy!

No!

- Mommy!
- Alexander!

Alex...

Hold it!

Are you sure that it was your mother
who taught you this art, was it not?

Mommy, these men are crazy!

Despite my innocence...

I want to die.

We shall continue the torture.

Tell

me what you want me to confess.

Man consists of two parts.

An evil body as
a seed of the devil.

And a pure spirit which has
to resist the devil's temptation.

The most important question
would now be the following.

Is it possible that
sexual intercourse

with the devil
results in begetting?

According to Thomas Aquinas,
the immaterial spirit of the devil

is capable of adopting
a body to copulate.

Even if the devil
adopts the human body,

he hasn't got a spinal column.

How is it possible
for him to copulate?

That's not the question.

The begetting is neither
affected by the sperms

ejaculated by the
adopted human body,

nor by the devil's own orgasm.

You'll continue.

Beat me. I have no fear now.

I'm free.

I only want to see
my son before I die.

Would you please bring him?

Please.

Please.

Please

kill me.

But spare my son, please.

I would be grateful.

In the case of the countess,

the demon presented
himself to her husband

as succubus,
the female courted demon.

In order to pass the count's sperm

to the countess with whom
he copulated his incubus,

the courting demon
of all the witches.

Yes, gentlemen, a witch.

Right down there.

Gentlemen,

that is how this...

this boy was begotten.

The very fruit of the devil himself
is standing here before you.

The case has been concluded.

The defendant and her bastard's
guilt have been recognized

and herewith duly convicted.

Their live bodies

will be put to the
stake and burned.

Alexander,

I want to see Alexander.

The reasons for the count's
pact with the devil are very simple.

Pride, self-conceit,
self-righteousness of the nobility,

incited by the erroneous
belief of gaining immortality.

Please,

just let me see my child

before I die.

Please.

You have been
condemned by the court.

It is my duty to watch over you
until they burn you at the stake.

Please.

Please.

I beg you.

You can take me.

Take my body if you want.

Please.

Please.

You are filled with the devil.

You'd kiss my body?

You'd make love?

You mean, all that?

Anything to see my son.

Let me think.

Anything you want.

It may not be easy.

Please.

I beg you.

Just to see Alexander.

That's all and

my body will be all yours.

Yes, I think so.

The witches are going to burn.

He's sleeping right now.

And my price?

Don't forget.

You promised to make love to me.

Yes, yes.

It's nothing

when I can see my child.

Mommy.

Mommy, I can't move.

Please take me out of here.

Yes, my precious.

Oh, my little boy.

- Mommy.
- My son.

Bring the countess and the kid.

They're both dead.
Their necks are broken.

It won't be long
and we'll leave.

Wine to celebrate the execution.

You have three guesses as to
who really broke the countess' neck.

Satan has served him
quite often, the bastard.

He's frickened
him quite often, too.

In a few hours we
will all be together.

Forever.

And we will see daddy.

But he's dead.

Yes, darling, yes.

But in my thoughts, he's alive.

Come on!

Don't leave, Mommy.

I love you so.

I love you, darling.

Time's up!

Mommy.

The men will soon be
here to take the chains off.

Mommy, please don't leave me.

And then mommy will come
back and we'll be together.

Come on,
we don't have much time.

Mommy.

Mommy.

In the name of God

and of His Majesty the Emperor,

the nun sister Clementine,

a condemned witch,

is to be burned at the stake.

The imperial court so decrees.

The priest Melchior,

a confessed warlock,

is to be executed for
his crimes of heresy.

The imperial court so decrees.

They will be transferred
from life to death

by flames.

Father Melchior

has been convicted as a sorcerer

and accomplice of the devil.

However,

he being the prison priest,

we show him mercy.

Therefore,

he will be executed first

and will not die by flames.

Will you complete that?

The storm will soon be here.

He shall be executed

by sword.

Wait! Hold it!

Stop the execution!

In the name of the elector,

for the time being,
no further execution will take place.

In the name of our sovereign,

all these executions
will be stopped.

The witches must die!

I shall like to know why the
countess and her child are not here.

Don't stop us now!

He's unconscious.

Maybe we should
have heard him out.

Hurry up!

Hey, torture master!

Take the countess's body with
her son over to the execution site.

They want to make
sure they're dead.

Yeah, I'm bringing them both.

I'm coming.

Stop! Stop!

Clementine!

Clementine!

No!

No!

In God's name, stop!

I want to see! I want to see!

Move back! It's getting hot!

Quick, you fool! Get her down!

Get her down before the
crowd makes her into a saint!

Hurry! Move! Hurry up! Move!

Here's something to eat.

Hey!

Now hurry up and get out of
here before I change my mind.

Wait!

I'm doing this to erase
my sins against God.

I think he knows.

I thank you for everything.

Thank you.

- Hurry, Mommy.
- Yes, darling.

You have the
hands of your father.