All language subtitles for The Demons

And now,
may God pronounce His judgement.

First test:
spots on the tongue.

- The first test is positive.
- Second test: bleeding.

The second test is also positive.

The accused does not bleed.

Third test:
evaporation of water.

The third test is also positive.

The Almighty has pronounced
His judgement.

She is a witch
and so shall be burned.

It's true.
I'm the devil's bride.

Kill me. I don't care.
The devil will take you all.

All those guilty of my torture,
listen well.

The devil's curse
is upon you all.

Your deaths will be
much worse than mine.

You, Lady de Winter,
and you, Renfield,

and you,
Grand Inquisitor Jeffries.

I die by your hands,

but my daughters
will avenge me.

What is it, milady?

That witch has cursed you.

Witches don't frighten me.

It was truly terrifying.

That horrid woman,

laughing and screaming
while flames licked her face.

The silence of the crowd,

a silence so thick
you could almost touch it.

And piercing the silence,
the witch's voice, clear and strong:

"All those guilty of my torture,
listen well.

The devil's curse
is upon you all"

And she added,
"My daughters will avenge me!''

Daughters?

She must mean the other witches.

Perhaps she does have daughters.

From her marriage to Satan.

Please, milord, could you not
investigate her family?

If she has children,
we could put them to the test.

All actions done to honour God
and our king have my full approval.

Thank you, milord! We shall prove
ourselves worthy of your trust.

Thank you, Truro.
Now leave us.

Did you go ‘‘hunting'' today?

No, dear husband.
Today I suffered an indignity.

But you care
only for your stars.

- It's of no interest to you.
- It's true. They are my life.

Because...

the stars
hide from my eyes...

the horrible world around me.

The stars are always there.

Comforting...

and so gentle.

Sister Kathleen,
come in.

Yes, Reverend Mother.

You were daydreaming
during mass this morning.

What were you thinking of?

I don't know.

I wanted to go outside.

It's such a beautiful day.
All the trees are blooming.

What of your faith?

Today we celebrate our Patron Saint

and while we raise our prayers,

you think of the profane.

- Hands on the table.

Obey!

What's wrong?

The Mother Superior
punished me again.

It's only natural.

Your thoughts roam far
from our convent.

I can't help it.
Springtime calls me.

It's like sap rises deep within me.
I'm troubled. I can't sleep.

I want to run in the fields
and let the wind caress my bare flesh.

Be quiet, I beg you.

You sound like one
possessed by the devil.

I have troubling dreams.

Hands caress me.

Warm lips kiss my mouth.

Are you also troubled?

I'm ashamed someone so debauched
could be my sister.

- I must confess something serious.
- Speak, my daughter.

A few nights ago, I thought
I heard moans coming from a nun's cell.

I entered
and saw a disgusting sight:

The nun slept naked, her body
shaken by devil-inspired dreams.

- Did you awaken her?

I fled from such an impure sight,
stricken.

Worse, the memory of her body
quivering in sensual delight

troubles my mind.

Those images continually haunt me.

- Who is this girl?

The older of the convent's two orphans.

The younger is named Margaret.
A seemingly well-behaved girl.

Perhaps this girl
is possessed by the devil.

She must be watched.
As for you, I give absolution.

Reverend Mother, I heard moaning
from Sister Kathleen's cell.

Wait here.

Holy Virgin, Mother of God,
made manifest as man,

who lives in our hearts.

The perfect fidelity
of Your Son washed us of sin.

Your virginity remained intact.

Come to my aide, merciful Mother.
Help me, blessed Mother.

Glory to the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.

Lady de Winter requests
to see you.

Pardon my intrusion,
but the matter is very serious.

Consider our humble abode your own.
Your visit is a great honour.

Father Clément told me
of two nuns at your convent

of unknown birth and situation.

I assume you mean Sister Kathleen
and Sister Margaret.

They were at the convent
before I arrived.

All I know is
that a mysterious servant

regularly brings a purse
to pay for their room and board.

Is it costly?

In our convent we only have girls
from very poor or very rich families.

You don't know their family?

Their mother, at least?

Not at all.

When Mother Claire, my predecessor,
left this wretched world,

she took the secret with her.

- May I see these girls?
- Certainly, if you wish.

- Sister Helen, bring them here, please.

I must warn you,
these two girls differ greatly

in temperament and looks
as well as mind-set.

Margaret is humble,
self-effacing and obedient.

Kathleen is pleasant,

in fact, very pretty,
but I fear her faith is weak.

Could she be a witch?

No, I don't believe so.

Nonetheless...

it's possible.

Have you no other information for us?

She's very sensual,

even provocative.

I shall leave you with them.

Are you virgins?

Have you had relations with the devil?

Have you ever felt his call?

- Yes.
- What do you mean?

I was asleep
and I had a dream,

a carnal dream.

It felt so good.
But why do you ask?

Do you know
who this lady is?

She holds the power
of life and death over you.

You must answer
all her questions truthfully.

They seem very reticent.

I beg you to forgive us.
We had no wish to offend you.

You'll need to prove it.

Bend over the table.
Both of you.

Do as you're told.

She's not a virgin.

We'll take her
to undergo the tests.

The tests?

Witches must be tested.

My sister is innocent.

Confess that you're a witch.

Go ahead.

Water...

Water, for pity's sake...

Water, quickly.

I believe you are innocent.
Don't lose hope.

- What are you doing here?
- What about you?

The pretty witch seems
to interest you, Renfield.

I pity her.

Since when do you
have human feelings?

Why not simply tell me the truth?

You desire her.

Perhaps.

So do I.

But never forget:
No matter what we do,

Renfield, everything
will eventually be found out.

If you ever try
to exclude me from your games,

I warn you,
you're a dead man.

You're the only woman
in the world that I love.

Take me.

I was cruel. Punish me.

You must punish me.
I deserve to be whipped.

Witch...

I am Grand Inquisitor Jeffries
and you are a witch.

Confess.

No, I'm not a witch.

- Confess!
- No, I'm not a witch.

Make preparations for the ceremony
of God's judgement.

As you wish, milady.

I saw your Renfield galloping off
like lightning.

On your orders,
I suppose, my dear?

Yes, dear Malcolm.

I gave him a mission.

He has gone
to prepare a judgement of God.

Oh, a judgement of God.

Who will God
be judging this time?

A witch we found
at the Blackmoor convent.

A witch
at the Blackmoor convent?

- What's her name?
- Kathleen. There were two sisters.

She's the elder of the two.

Are you interested
in witches now?

No, not at all.

I was just asking
out of curiosity.

The second test is positive.

The third test is positive.

With all the evidence
against the accused,

we may now declare her
guilty of witchcraft.

No, I'm not a witch.

Kathleen, God has pronounced
His judgement.

You shall be burned.

May God have mercy on your soul.

I have bad news. The high court
has tried your sister Kathleen.

The high court?
What does that mean, Mother?

Kathleen is a witch.
She will be burned at the stake.

You're lying.
My sister is innocent! I'm sure of it.

Silence.

I understand your pain,

but watch your words.

They may cost you dearly.

I'm also stricken, Margaret.

Do you really believe

that Kathleen is a witch?

There can be no doubt.

For years,
a witch lived among us.

What disgrace!
No one must know.

Or else I must ask Father Clément

to exorcise Kathleen's cell.

And you too,

perhaps.

Who knows?

Me? Do you think
I might also be a witch?

It is certain
that the blood in your veins

contains the seed
of this evil curse.

This seed
must be torn out

and destroyed!

Lord, help me.

I am convinced she is innocent.

No matter the consequences,
my duty is to save this poor girl.

Is your name Kathleen?

Were you at Blackmoor convent?

Set her free

and give her something to wear.

This will help
overcome your scruples.

Merciful Lord,

is it possible my sister is a witch?

Was it really you, Lord,
who passed this judgement?

I can't believe it.

Dear God, help me.
Let me see the truth.

If it were true,

it would mean
the devil is better than you.

Margaret, my daughter.

Listen to your mother's voice.

Margaret,
they burned me alive

because I was a member
of Satan's fellowship.

Your destiny is to follow
the same path and to avenge me.

Those who persecute us
must be punished for their cruelty.

Also know

that your father...

is Lord de Winter.

My mother?

I don't remember her.

She died when my sister
and I were little.

From the depths of hell,
I heard your voice.

I often visited you by night,
sent by your mother,

one of my favourite disciples.

You and your sister
are the daughters of a witch.

But our enemies didn't allow you
to grow up by her side.

Your mother asked me to initiate you,
to make you a bride of Satan.

Don't be frightened.

Who are you?

My name is Brian de Quincy.
I'm a painter.

- Did you run away?

- What do you want with me?

Only to help you.

Here, you have nothing to fear.

You must have suffered greatly.

Go ahead and cry.
It's good for you.

I don't know what to do,
or where to go.

Don't worry.

Stay here
for as long as you wish.

Is that true?

Is what you say true?

Where is she?

Where is the witch?

I'm sure you let her escape.
Miserable wretches.

Truro, take care of them.

Milord, I bring bad news.

Renfield, the man you trusted,
has betrayed you.

I can't believe it, milady.

Last night I caught him making love
with the witch captive in my castle.

Taking one's pleasure
is not betrayal, milady.

Perhaps you are jealous?

Me, jealous,
of a mere soldier?

In any case, my guards
brought me news this morning

that the witch had escaped.

The prison door was open.

Renfield has disappeared.
With her, I assume.

Very well.
If your assumptions are true,

Renfield will receive
the punishment he deserves.

Guards!

I order you to arrest Thomas Renfield.

Search the entire region.

I want Renfield
brought back alive.

Why are you nude in your cell
so late in the morning?

- I'm tired.
- That's no reason.

Perhaps you've forgotten
that it's a sin to expose your flesh.

Even when alone.

I haven't forgotten.

I enjoy being like this,
to see and caress my skin.

- You are a creature of Satan too!
- It's true.

The devil spent the night with me.

The devil comes to see you?

Yes. Every night he comes.

He takes my hands...

He removes my clothes
and kisses my body gently.

Passionately...

like I'll kiss you.

Now you are
a slave to the Evil One.

No, I don't want to.
It's not true.

I'd rather die

than be the slave of the Evil One.

You were already his slave,
but you didn't know it.

It's not true.
I'd rather die.

I'd rather die.
I don't want to.

What are you doing?
Have you gone mad?

They're only following my orders.

Why this action against me, milady?

I don't have to explain myself to you.

Ask Grand Inquisitor Jeffries.

Who would have believed it?

You, Renfield, my right-hand man.

The best of my helpers,

in chains like a lowly knave.

And for whom?

A little trollop
who is in league with the devil.

To have changed you so much,
she must be a witch.

I haven't changed.

I'm still your most faithful servant.

I owe you my life and fortune.

I'd face fire and sword
for your Lordship.

Then how do you explain
helping the witch escape?

I repeat, milord...

I don't know
what you're talking about.

My only fault was
to give her some water.

Enough lies, Renfield.

Let the man explain himself.

I don't know why
milady accuses me,

but if the prisoner has escaped,
I'll prove my loyalty by catching her.

He just wants to rejoin her.

Stop interrupting.

It is I who am in command,
by the will of His Majesty Charles II,

and you, like everyone else,
owe me your obedience.

I consent to allow you three days
to find that witch.

If after that time you do not return,
you'll bitterly regret it.

I'll prove myself worthy
of your trust.

As for you, milady,
be careful what you say and do.

Don't forget that I also have power
of life and death over you.

Come here, Margaret.

Closer.

Who —
Who are you?

I'm Kiru,
Satan's favourite wife.

Follow me.

Welcome, Margaret.

I don't know how I got here.

The three toads
showed you the way.

What do you want with me?

To advise you
and help you get revenge.

How do you know
I seek revenge?

I know all, my child.

I will also name those
who killed your mother.

Who are they?

Lady de Winter, Renfield
and Grand Inquisitor Jeffries.

You must exterminate them.

Exterminate them?
How? Tell me.

With this potion.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. I'm just thinking.

It's been three weeks
since you arrived.

Yes. The happiest days of my life.

I should be thanking you.

- You've brightened this gloomy house.
- I'm glad.

But if I'm so cheerful,
it's because of you.

You've given me
the desire to paint again.

You're so good,
Brian, so kind.

- She's here.
- Don't let her escape.

Take her away.

We'll spend the night here.
The castle is still far.

Leave us.

Leave us.
I must interrogate the witch.

That's an order.

- What do you want, lord?
- I want you.

Do you think I'm a witch?

You have nothing to fear.

Ever since I first saw you
at the convent,

I haven't been able
to erase your face from my heart.

You have conquered me completely.

I didn't want to accept it...

but I am defeated.

I think you are a witch
because my will has been annihilated.

And I want to love you,
even if it kills me,

even at that price, Kathleen.

It's daybreak.

We must leave.

I should hate you,
but I can't.

You made me discover sensations
I didn't even know existed.

Kathleen, you must believe me.

Would you be my wife, Kathleen?

- Yes, I would.

We'll run away together.
I'll get money from my house

and we'll flee to Holland,

where William of Orange
prepares to invade England.

By his side,
we will fight our enemies.

I'll follow you anywhere.

We must leave immediately.
There's not a moment to lose.

Come quickly.

Hurry.

Excuse me.
I'm a foreigner and I'm lost.

Madame,
I seek the road to Blackmoor.

I'm going there now.
Would you like to ride with me?

Wait here for me.

Flee, Kathleen.

Catch her.

Men like you, Renfield,
don't deserve pity.

You are a coward
and a traitor.

Lady de Winter judged you well.

You've made me look like a fool
in her eyes.

Torturer, get to work.

Answer me.

I love you.

A strange twist of fate
has reunited you with your poor lover.

The result of your prayers
to hell, I suppose?

The hell that awaits you.

Milord, torture me
however you wish,

but don't torture him anymore.

I committed a horrible crime.

I succumbed to carnal love,
but Renfield is innocent.

Love is no crime,
but witchcraft is.

You are a witch
and Renfield is your accomplice.

The weeping of a lovely woman
is like a beautiful melody.

Tears touch my sensibility

and incite my mind,
like my blood,

to love.

Bring her to my chambers.

Come here, I said.

Strip.

Kneel.

Beg your master.

Have mercy on Renfield.

Beg me. Call me master.

Have mercy, my master.

Pray to me
as if I were God.

Please, God,
punish me for my sins.

Destroy my soul,

destroy my body,

but spare him.

Your God is magnanimous.

Here is a letter of safe-conduct
for Thomas Renfield.

But first,
make me your victim, beautiful witch.

Prove to me that witches
aren't only made to be hated.

You won't believe me,
but I assure you,

you're the first woman
I've touched in years.

I'm now certain
that you are truly a witch.

I know I risk being bewitched...

like him.

For my own security,
I should send you back to your cell.

Too bad,
it's a risk I'm willing to take.

Where is the safe-conduct?
Where is Lord Jeffries?

Lord Jeffries has given orders.

Take her away.

Don't worry.
I'll be seeing you very soon.

I bring good news
for both of you.

Lord Jeffries requests your presence
at a celebration

at the castle
of Lord and Lady de Winter.

- How long have you been in our country?
- Only a few weeks.

- Why did you leave France, dear girl?
- For family reasons.

Family reasons?

My parents wanted me
to marry a man I didn't love.

Serve the young lady more wine.

Please don't move, milady.

You may stay in this house
as long as you wish.

Thank you, milady.

It's starting to take shape.

It's a good start.
Continue.

Who is this charming creature?
Will you introduce me?

Margaret de la Vallée,
a French princess.

Lord de Winter, my husband.

I have the strange feeling
I've met you before.

I've only recently arrived
from my country.

I'm organizing a party
to introduce you to my friends.

You'll need a pretty dress.

I'll go help you find one.

- Come with me.

I'll be right back.

Take a break, young man.

Come,
I'll show you my latest discoveries.

This is an interesting star chart.

Have you news from Holland?

William of Orange is ready
to land on British soil.

Perfect timing.
Charles II's fleet is in the south.

- Look, the rings of Saturn —
- I'm ready to pose, Mr. de Quincy.

Please, go ahead.

Who is that man?

Renfield. A traitor.

Tomorrow, with his accomplice,
he'll be tortured to death.

Would you like to watch?

I'd love to.

Did you hear?

Aren't you pleased?

The two lovers will die together,

the slowest death ever seen.

Don't laugh.

Please, don't laugh.

- Have you ever made love with a woman?

Did you like it?

I want you.

I want you too.

Now I know who you are.

You're one of the two adorable sisters

I examined at the convent.

Some moments in life are unforgettable.

Don't be afraid.

And now, you will die.

What did you say?

I'm a real witch

and all who take pleasure
with me must die.

In a few hours, William of Orange's
troops will debark 10 miles from here,

near Blackmoor convent.

The Duke of Montmorency,
with a few hundred of his men,

will protect the landing.

We will protect the road to Blackmoor.

The meeting point is at four
across from the Bell Inn.

Gather as many men and horses
as possible.

I've finished my lesson
on the planets and stars.

Lord, it is my duty
to tell you something very important.

You may speak in his presence.

In a cell of this castle,
a young woman is being tortured.

Her name is Kathleen.

- She is your daughter, my Lord.
- What?

- How do you know?
- Because she is my sister.

My name is Margaret.

With her is a man named Renfield.
He is also an opponent of Charles II.

We must save them.

Here's a letter of safe-conduct.

Bring them here.
Take her with you.

Halt!
What do you want?

My sister and that man
are here, Lord.

My daughter.

How you must have suffered.

You're all under arrest for treason
against His Majesty the King.

Jeffries, let me pass.

Come on, hurry up.

Renfield, are you awake?

Are you Renfield,
Jeffries' most trusted servant?

Yes. What do you want?

Are you the zealous
and merciless witch hunter?

I used to be.

Was it you?

You killed him. It was you.

It is true.
You are a witch.

The witch is here.

There she is!

She's a witch.
She killed Renfield.

She's in there.

Everyone, move back!

And now,
may God pronounce His judgement.

May the tests begin.

First test:

spots on the tongue.

The first test is positive.

Second test: bleeding.

The second test is positive.

Third test: water.

The third test is positive.

Margaret, the Almighty
has pronounced His judgement.

You shall be burned.

- Kill the witch.
- Death to the witch.

I want to speak
to Grand Inquisitor Jeffries.

It's my last request.

I must speak to him.

What do you want?

Milord, grant me one favour.

- What favour?
- Just a kiss of forgiveness.

I grant you this.

All of you, my tormentors,
you'll also die.

I curse all of you.
My vengeance will be terrible.

A devastating vengeance
from the world beyond.

The vengeance of the devil.

You're Kathleen.

I am blind,
but I see souls and recognise them.