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From ancient times,
many a tale has been told

about our land.

It can hardly be coincidental

that in each and every one of them

the Devil toys with human destiny.

THE DEVIL'S TRAP

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Based on the novel

"The Mill on the Deep River'
by Alfréd Technik

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Get rid of him!

I shan't trouble you long,
Excellency.

How dare you?

How dare you come here?

Today you gave orders to dig
the foundations for a new granary.

-It's not a good place, Your Honour.
-What?

Remember how five years ago,
on that same spot, your foreman Daniel...

...fell into a pit,
drunk as a beast.

What about it?

The pit wasn't there before.

I know this countryside.

And I know you, miller.

I just wanted...

...to clear my conscience.

Your subjects are impudent.

The lout, Your Grace,

is unfortunately a freeman.

You've lost anyway.

It is rumoured that he is
in league with the Devil.

When I applied to be bishop,
my rivals said the same about me.

I meant no harm.

If the rumour doesn't bother you,
that's all very well. But it should.

You have a pastor here.

A simpleton who believes in miracles.

You go too far,
Your Excellency.

You're speaking of the spiritual
shepherd of your people.

There he is, Your Grace.

You cannot burn a 'Burnt Man'.

How am I to interpret that?

The Devil himself knows what sense
to make of the whole affair.

It started almost a hundred years ago...

During the long wars with the Swedes.

The sole surving witness to it all
was my huntsman's grandfather.

In those days a mill stood
just as it stands today.

The same, but with a thatched roof.

It was run by the miller's grandfather.

The miller you saw just a while ago.

The Swedes abandoned the land,
and a requiem

was held for the souls
of the miller's family.

Ever since the mill was called
'Where Those Who Burned'.

Whoever is not hurt by fire
need not fear Hell.

So, neither do they fear God,
of course.

How so?

How come they didn't burn?

A miracle.

Light.

Light!

Come to me.

Come, then.

Come, silly.

Come.
Don't be afraid.

-Let go. All the village is here.
-They don't care, silly.

-Filip, let me go.
-Am I cold?

Let go.

Who is it?

-Come to the chapel this evening.
-No.

-Will you come?
-No.

You don't like that?

We could stop.

This is the other one.

Quiet.
Your buckets are twice as big.

They are the same
as the others.

You'll come Sunday afternoon.

For a few drops of water?

You have no right.

Wait a minute, wait...
what right are you talking about?

There's no written law that one
should toil in exchange for water.

The miller told you that?

Or can you read?

Speak.

Help him.

Let him go.

Reverend Father.

Compassion is fitting for noblemen.

Obedience for tenants. Go.

So that was you, Reverend?

I imagined you somehow differently.

I had a certain promise
from his grace the Bishop

concerning you... and your...

-In short, the Bishop spoke about...
-Agreed.

Your Nobleness.

Sorry, but I had no...

That's alright.

I really had no idea,
Your Reverence.

I'm only a chaplain here, Sir Regent.

I've been informed
about what troubles you.

But His Grace, the Bishop
surely has no knowledge

of the disaster God has wrought
upon our land.

Such a drought as this year
has no precedent in the past.

I've seen it.

Our well is the last one
with water in it.

That has its advantages.

I don't understand,
Your Reverence.

I'm just a chaplain.

Sir Regent.

In a way

even the drought

brings water to the miller's mill.

What does that mean?

I need a reliable man.

Godspeed to all.

Whoever is thirsty,
come have a drink.

Goodness, what an idea this is.

There you go, grandpa.

I don't ask your drudgery for it.

Come to the chapel tonight.

To the chapel?

No.

Why not?

Not there.

Back to work!

Back to work!

Come to the nobleman's barn.

Back to work!

What have I told you?

Get moving!

-You haven't heard?
-What are you doing?

Don't you know how scarce
water is right now?

Is there a little left?

Just a little, Your Reverence.

We needed this.

I won't drink, Your Reverence.

Good water.

That's because it's from the mill,
Your Reverence.

God be with you, son.

You're worrying to no avail.

A huntsman's jacket or
a miller's shirt,

there's no competition.

If she doesn't know,
her parents will tell her.

She doesn't have any.

All the better.
Then her master decides for her.

We're at the spot, Your Reverence.

What a terrible abyss.

It is said that yawning open here
is an entrance to Hell.

Pass me a stone.

Be careful, Your Reverence.

There's no path for a living creature
leading down there or back.

Is the mill far from here?

It's not.

Come then.

Welcome, Your Reverence.

I heard you arrive.

I'm surveying my new parish

and I'd like to speak

with your father.

We're free people,
Your Reverence.

Your father isn't here, then?

He's somewhere outside.

In summer there's no work for us.

Pity.

I wanted to have a look
around your mill.

So you've heard about us too?

No, not because of that.

I'm simply interested.

I can hear water but I cannot see any.

Careful. It's dark,
Your Reverence.

-Let's bring a light.
-Not that one.

That is lit only when
the householder dies.

It comes to the surface here.

And where does the water go then?

Nobody knows, Your Reverence.

Should I turn the wheel?

No need.

-What's in there?
-A small cellar.

I'm interested in it too.

Why are there so many candles?

We're the only mill that doesn't
freeze, Your Reverence.

In the winter we mill even at night.

I'm glad, Your Reverence,

that you've seen all of our mill.

Why?

For when you hear again the rumour
that the Devil works our mill.

Do you hear him, Your Reverence?

Your Reverence, The Burned One.

The miller.

I'm interested
in what you're doing here.

Listen.

Hold still!

Hold still, you beasts!

C'mon, hold still now.

Enough of this witchcraft, miller.

Idiot.

Here it sounded somehow different.

A hollow.

There should be more here.

That means...

That means...

-Look.
-A globeflower.

Here, in this barren land...

Why are you looking for water?

You have enough at the mill.

But there's none in the village.

And we're far away from there.

It's nice that you care.

My whole life I've been searching

and learning...

Only by God's will
shall the rock give us water.

I don't give up on hope.

You turn to the land for help.

I, however...

What's wrong?

What's happened, Martina?

Have I hurt you?

Say something.

I'm afraid, Jan.

Martina.

Today in the courtyard
they were again saying such things...

-About your father and...
-For God's sake, Martina.

These are old wives' tales.

You know yourself who
spreads them and why.

Quiet you.

I'm glad you've owned up to it.

-I've nothing to say to you.
-But I have.

Now that you're here.

Come away, Jan.

If you touch Martina once more,
you'll have me to deal with.

You're not in charge here.

And regarding her,
someone else will decide...

-Wait!
-No hurry.

Out of my way.

Why aren't you eating?

I've always had a good laugh
about it, father.

Yesterday, for the first time,
it mattered to me,

what they say about us.

You'll get used to it.

It's not just me, dad.

She's afraid to come here?

I don't just mean
the old wives' tales.

It's like it really is cursed here.

Why don't you talk to me about it?

I don't.

Why?

Am I not your son?

Once I'm gone, you'll find out.

From whom?

Don't be so curious.

I don't ask what you
were up to last night either.

-Lord, have mercy upon us.
-Lord, have mercy upon us.

-Christ, hear our prayers.
-Christ, hear our prayers.

-God the Father, who art in heaven...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God the Son, redeemer of the world...
- Have mercy upon us.

-God, Holy God...
-Have mercy upon us.

-Holy Trinity, only God...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, sovereign ruler of the world...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, in whom we have life and being...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, without whom we perish...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who encompasseth all seas...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who measureth all rivers...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who filleth all fountains...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who covereth the sky with clouds...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who mastereth the hail and rain...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who giveth and taketh power...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, to whom we raise our arms...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, whose help we humbly beseech...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who knoweth all our needs...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, who overseeth our welfare...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, whose wisdom is inscrutable...
-Have mercy upon us.

-God, our Father...
-Have mercy upon us.

-Have mercy upon us...
-Have mercy upon us...

-Deliver us from evil...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From all sins...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From your wrath...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From unfavourable winds...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From burning heat...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From insidious drought...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From the lack in daily bread...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

- From the lack of fodder...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From the lack of water...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-From death temporary and permanent...
-Deliver us, o Lord!

-We, miserable sinners...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou blanket the skies with clouds...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou satiate the arid earth...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou fill the brooks and rivers...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou give and preserve our crops...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou show forth Thy power...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou turn our grief into joy...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

-May Thou open Thy springs of mercy...
-Hear us, we beseech Thee!

O Lamb of God, who takest away
the sins of the world...

Hear us, we beseech Thee!

O Lamb of God, who takest away
the sins of the world...

Have mercy upon us.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.

Now I shall put him in jail.

For what?

-That he has found water?
-The court will manage somehow.

-What proof will you have against him?
-What? It doesn't matter.

Disturbance of a religious rite,
for example.

That won't hold, the people
followed him of their own accord.

Alliance with the Devil, then.

After all,

why are you here?

And does either of us know

whether he found the spring
by the will of God?

This stunt will cost you, Jan.

-Is there a fair today?
-A fair?

Now that the miller's provided water
he has to give people some beer.

He rolled five barrels out
into the barn.

-To display his generosity? Rascal.
-Into the threshing barn?

Officially it's supposed to be
a celebration of the new granary.

Yes, good sir, they're know-it-alls.

What have you got there?
Let me see.

-His Reverence is here.
-You're here.

-The Regent, too.
-And me.

-I'm afraid.
-l like you.

Jan.

Regent.

The Regent will never choose you.

Let's get out of here.

Have you finished dancing?

Leave us be.

You want to spoil my fun?

Wait here for me.

See, Jan?

Now there is water,
there's beer as well.

Solo dance!

You could have spared us that.

Music.

So last time wasn't enough for you.

Very well then.

You'll get some more.

Get the bailiff!

Wait!

Let them be.

Sheathe the knives!

Drop the knife.

And all of you, heed my advice.

Don't dance here.

How dare you?

Clear out to your own place.

Here I pay the piper!

Remember I've always
advised you well.

I give the orders here.

Dance on.

Musicians...

Don't you hear?

What are you gawping at,
you half-wits?

Dance.

Stomp! Rhythm!

Clever idea. The village dance!

My coach!

Bring me the miller.

You've forgotten I'm a freeman.

You, that have those
buried people on your conscience.

I warned well in time.

You and them, too.

How could you have known beforehand?

The earth itself speaks.

Voices speak to you from the earth?

I don't understand.

You said so right now.

All my life I went about
with my eyes wide open...

What's that got to do with the barn?

On the site you built it,

snow never settled
over many winters past.

What of it?

There's heat rising to the surface
from the cracks in the earth.

Heat? From the frozen earth?

Down there it never freezes.

You know where this heat
comes from down there?

Do you know the Scriptures?

I do.

Do you know what is said
about infernal fire?

I'm a good Christian,
Your Reverence.

But remember when we first met.

I am wont to speak of the earth
in that way.

That time it told me where water was.

And you remember
what I told you then.

And today I have this to add:

Only the four-legged beast keeps
its head bent towards the earth,

but Man, made in God's image,

looks upward with confidence

to where alone he can find
an answer to everything.

But surely the earth
gives us water and bread?

Water and bread are the gifts of God,

of which we daily beseech the Lord.

You're a heretic.

Perhaps you little suspect
what a dangerous path you're treading.

You listen to the voices of nature.

The more you hearken to them,

your ears are deaf to the only
voice you should be attentive to.

And who do you think
strives most that

you should not to hear
the voice of the Lord?

I can see you would protest

that you do only good for people.

Don't you know that the Devil
tempts people foremost

with what they find most agreeable?

-Your Reverence, I'm listening
carefully to what you say... -Shut up.

...but I find nothing in my conscience
in which I may have trespassed.

What stubbornness!

You're convicting yourself.

You're a wise man yet, miller.

I should much regret

should you have to answer

before the Holy Inquisition.

But I will give you a helping hand.

I shall await you...
at the Sunday sermon.

You can go now.

What does that mean?
Why let him go?

I'm beginning to lose patience
with these ideas of yours.

Why all this fuss?

-Seize him and lock him up.
-And make a martyr of him?

People will themselves pluck out
the weeds in the garden of the Lord.

Don't you understand?

The Regent after the procession...
And now with what has happened...

...and what may still befall us.

He'll never give us his license.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee...

Martina!

Here on this spot I swear to you,

I shall never give you up.

My father and I have
perfectly clear consciences.

Nobody can harm us
in any way whatsoever.

Martina...

Father.

Where did you find it?

I come here every morning
to water my flock.

But how did his hat get here?

Well, your father used
to come here too.

Sometimes down here,
sometimes further up.

What did he go up there for?

That little tarn at the bottom,

he always watched it from above,

to see whether the water
had risen or dropped.

-Her groom is at the wall.
-Come on, then!

Little green wreath
woven of flowers nine,

show me, my little wreath,
where my chosen one may hide.

This is no proof!

He hasn't been home for two nights.

He cannot be alive.

Strange.

Today of all days,
when he was to come here.

You knew, didn't you?

No.

I told him emphatically.

And what happens?

Instead of him, his son is here.

Do you wish me believe
that he drowned himself

in a brook where there's only
an inch or two of water?

Not in the brook...

Cease those fabrications
and speak the truth!

Where is he?

He's either made off
or gone into hiding.

And you know it.

And you're lying to my face.

I don't understand you at all.

You in the mill,
when you don't want to,

you don't understand anything.

Like father, like son.

-Your Reverence, what are you...
-Go.

Until true repentance brings you
to your knees in the confessional,

don't show your face here.

There.

"Now I shall make the scales fall
from your eyes that you may see."

If your house, or yours, or yours,

were to burn down over your heads,

which of you would be able
to come out of fire and ashes

healthy and unscathed?

Which of you could make water
gush forth out of the parched land

when God's face was so long
turned against us?

Who was it made the earth open
beneath your feet when you were

making merry and rejoicing
in the benevolence of your master?

And who is not present here,
in this sacred place,

although he was called upon by me?

You who are reading this
are standing on the spot

which has always saved us
from the disasters of war,

plague and fire.

Safeguard this secret
and seek your way out.

Three paths open before you.

One leads into the light,
but ends at the bottom of an abyss.

The second is the path of water.
No-one so far has passed through.

The third, marked with a cross,
is forbidden.

There, every step and every sound
spells destruction.

On the Friday before St John's Eve,
when the Regent's barn fell

and the level of water was lower
than any time in living memory,

I set out in a boat to seek a way out
in obedience to these instructions.

Father.

Father.

Father!

And so this man,

in the clutches of evil forces,
dare not come before the face of God.

I see how, filled with wrath,
you ask:

Where shall we find him
of whom you speak?

And I ask you:

Where does a wild animal seek refuge
when he hears the hounds and hunters?

In his lair!

Go there!
There you shall find him.

And there let the hammer of your wrath
fall on the instigator of evil.

And if it should not strike in time,

your souls will forever be
caught in his trap

and in vain shall you seek salvation
amidst your terrible torments.

So lose no more time and now,
strengthened by the word of God,

attack the mill and lay bare
the lair to its foundations.

And whatever more you do,

may you have the help
of God the Father,

God the Son,
and God the Holy Ghost. Amen.

My boots!

If you had told me beforehand
what you had in mind...

If I don't get my hands
on that old mole...

Everyone has gone home.

Until he is brought
to his knees,

I shall have no rest.

What are you standing there for?

You might have spared yourself
the humiliation.

I'll get him yet.
My horse!

I give you my word on that.

Jan!

We're here to put an end
to the matter.

Where's your father?

Speak up, will you!

Don't go in there, Your Reverence.

Miller!

Filip!

I'm warning you.

Go... Quick!

-Open fire!
-Don't shoot!

For God's sake, Jan!

Jan!

Jan!

THE END