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(crackling motor)

(muddy splashing)

(wet footsteps)

(faint frenetic music)

(music swells aggressively)

(crickets chirping)

(bat chittering)

(echoing footsteps)

(door creaks)

(ominous music)

(window crashes)

(forceful music)

(gagging)

(crash)

(ominous music)

(gasp)

(harpsichord music)

(bell music)

(powerful Dies Irae plays)

(church bells)

(Off screen) - Do you feel she will be suffieiently moved to grief?

(Off screen) - Oh, Sister Trista has the tenderest of hearts.

(Off screen) - I'm to understand

that she has taken a vow of silence?

(Off screen) - She has.

Her voice belongs only to God.

(Off screen) - That won't be a hindrance to her mourning?

(Off screen) - Indeed not.

She is uniquely gifted in her ability to share others’ burdens.

I will vouch for her.

(Off screen) - It's of critical importance that she feels our loss.

(Off screen) - I assure you she will.

(Off screen) - Very well then.

We will expect her in a fortnight.

(Off screen) - By all means.

(footsteps approaching)

- Hmm.

(Off screen) - Sister Trista, would you come in? I have task to discuss.

(quiet music)

(birds chirping)

(heavy music)

(door knock)

- Sister, you've arrived.

Come.

Follow me.

Carry on, sisters.

Mother.

The mourner is here.

- Welcome.

Welcome, Sister Trista.

Welcome to Karnstein Abbey.

I am Mother Karna.

God bless you, my child.

(door creaks)

Come, let's take a look at you.

You must be exhausted after your trek.

Please sit.

Thank you for joining us in our time of great sorrow.

Our dear, dear Abbess taken into the firmament.

Such a strange accident.

Hopefully we may lay her to rest soon.

The brothers are toiling ceaselessly to retrieve her vessel.

But come, let’s get you situated.

Sister Agna . . .

- Yes, mother.

- Your presence is immediately requested in my chambers.

(Off screen) - Yes, mother.

(knocking)

(door creaks)

- Yes, Mother Karna?

- Sister Agna, this is Sister Trista.

She will be staying in your quarters for the duration of her stay.

Please show her to your.

- Yes, mother. Thank you.

- And sister.

Never venture out of doors after dark here.

There's a band of roaming killer horses out in these forests

and they would surely tear you to shreds.

(door creaks)

- Did you really take a vow of silence?

Well, I can't even!

I never met anyone . . .

I can't imagine it!

I’d explode into pieces!

The Abbess she used to beat me I talk so but I can't help it.

Truly, I can't help it.

(echoing footsteps)

Well, this is our cell.

You'll sleep here.

Oh sister, this is splendid.

We'll be fast friends in no time.

(Off screen) - Sister Agna.

- Yes, sister?

(Off screen) - Sister Agna, would you please assist Brother Udo in the library?

He has a new batch of manuscripts that need to be sorted.

- Yes, sister.

Oh! Come with me.

Oh, this will be fun!

Brother Udo,

the Prioress sent us to help you.

- Ah, yes.

Thank you, sister . . .

- This is Sister Trista.

She came from the city to mourn the Abbess.

(whispers) She's taken a vow of silence.

- Oh, well.

Hello, sister.

Welcome to the Abbey.

(nervous laugh)

Yes. Anyway,

These are the Abbess’ scientific treatises.

Mother Karna wants them all added to the library.

So! The bound volumes are there

and the manuscripts go there.

They all have to be arranged chronologically.

So Sister Agna, why don't you ascend the ladder,

I shall sort them and hand them to you.

- Splendid.

- Oh! She reads.

Yes. Uh . . . Sister Agna.

It appears I've missed one.

Uh, this goes before . . . Yes.

That one right there.

Back on the Lord's path.

(church bell tolls)

- Oh! Come, sister.

It’s time for chapel.

- Sisters.

(church bell tolls)

♪ - Let our song uphold the Heavens. ♪

♪ - . . . worthy of our Lord. ♪

♪ - We sing for the glory of the Universe. ♪

♪ - May our song be worthy of our Lord. ♪

♪ - Glory be to the Father and to the Son ♪

♪ and Holy Spirit. ♪

- We raise our voices to the heavens.

With humility our songs harmonize with the Music of the Spheres.

And in our small, humble fashion,

we contribute to maintaining the order of the universe.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

(All) - Amen.

- Sing well and true, sisters.

All of God's creation hangs in the balance.

(church bell tolls)

(delicate music)

- Did they tell you what happened to the Abbess?

She was met with a terrible accident

while performing one of her experiments.

Carried aloft by her balloon.

The brothers are still chasing it so they can bring her body back to bury.

She was a foul, surly woman

with no patience for tomfoolery.

She gave the girls endless tongue lashings.

I think that's why they need you.

They feared the sisters wouldn’t show grief at her passing.

(quiet rustle)

Did you hear that?

Sometimes . . .

I spy out of the corner of my eye

a small creature scurrying in the night.

At first I thought it was a rat,

but it hasn't a speck of hair.

I think it comes to watch me sleep.

I'm glad you're here.

Even if you can't talk.

Good night, Sister Trista.

- I am Valerie Chytlova.

I travel the countryside and sing for the amusement of crowds.

I have the voice of an angel.

But I'm a carnal woman desired by many men.

I do not sing for the glory of God, but for my own fleshly gain.

I have my pick of men and leave behind me a trail of broken hearts.

Until one day

A tender young man is so devastated by my rejection.

He perishes of a broken heart.

- You Whore of Babylon!

You are cursed!

- I am cursed.

- Your tongue will wither.

- Your voice will betray you.

You will never seduce another man!

- And indeed my tongue is cursed.

The only utterances I can make are so vile

that none can bear to hear it.

(Grotesque screeching)

- I am shunned.

I sleep in the ashes and beg for bread.

I have nowhere left to turn.

And finally, I lie and wait to die.

And then, in my darkest despair

Saint Mary Magdalene comes to me, extending a hand of compassion.

in all my wretchedness.

And so I steal away to the convent of Saint Mary Magdalene

where I devote my life in penance for my wicked, wicked ways.

Take a vow of silence,

and I shall never, ever utter another word

for the whole of my life.

(Scream)

(tense music)

(pounding music)

- Praise be.

We are blessed!

The Abbess has returned to us.

We can finally lay her to rest.

(flies buzzing)

(ominous music)

- Yes, that appears to be that for the shelf.

Sister Agna, would you mind fetching

some more manuscripts from the Abbess’ cell?

- Of course, brother.

- Thank you, sister.

Sister!

(tense music)

You must leave here as soon as possible.

There is . . . a rot in this place.

I . . . I can't explain.

There is evil lurking here.

How I long to hear your voice.

- Sister!

Come see.

The bishop is arriving!

- Excellent.

(knocking)

- Welcome. Welcome, Bishop Pendrecki.

- Mother Karna. Always a pleasure.

- Oh, but under such sad circumstance.

- Yes, sad circumstances indeed.

- This means dinner's going to be scrumptious.

- Our Father.

We are grateful for this bountiful feast you have set upon our table.

Fill our hearts with love and health

and friendship for all eternity.

In your name.

Amen.

What a glorious feast!

- You must try this.

It's a family recipe handed down from generations.

It's made with herbs and spices grown right here on our grounds.

- My, it rather bites my tongue.

- We call it Jungfrau.

after the sad tale of the mountain who lived on grasses and herb nearby.

- It reminds me of a beverage once popular among the blemmyae.

- The blemmyae, your excellency?

- Yes. I encountered them during the ministries of my youth.

They are a headless race with faces upon their chests.

Gentle, noble savages,

yet sadly untouched by the good news of our Lord and Savior.

- Oh how sad.

- When I arrived their village

was being terrorized by an enormous snail

devouring entire farms and occasionally a child.

Well I banished it by casting a bag of salt upon it.

They were so beside themselves with gratitude

the chieftain even decreed the entire village

convert to Christianity.

- My!

What adventures!

- All for the glory of God.

- I'm afraid I have no such tales to share.

I've hardly ventured outside these walls.

I inherited Karnstein Castle from my dear, dear father at a very early age

and I knew immediately that it was my calling to establish this abbey.

- We are all called in our own way.

Once there was a young maiden

who proudly participated in her village's virgins’ parade.

But as they walked past the local church,

her dress burst into flames

and she was consumed by the fire.

Her dying cry was

I was chaste! I was chaste!

But was she?

For indeed the eve prior

she had lustful thoughts.

As she laid herself down to sleep,

she dreamt dreams of carnal pleasure.

And when she awoke

she was no longer pure in heart.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

(All) - Amen.

- Guard your hearts, sisters.

You are dismissed.

(eerie music)

- Do you like that?

(gasps)

(knock)

- Yes?

- You're eminency . . .

Help me! Please.

- What's troubling you, brother?

- I'm plagued by sinful thoughts.

- What sort of sinful thoughts?

- I burn with lust for the mourner.

- Have you confessed these thoughts?

- Yes, but they torment me still.

- Quick!

- Thank you.

- Bare your body, brother.

I will thrash the evil thoughts from your sinful vessel.

(belt lashes) (painful cry)

(whimpers)

(belt lashes) (painful cry)

Are you purged?

- Brother!

Why have you stopped beating me with the scourge?

Now my soul will surely be damned to hell!

(grunt)

(belt lashes) (painful cry)

(screams)

- Are you purged?

- Yes . . . I think so.

Thank you, your excellency.

Thank you, your excellency.

(door creaks)

- Pray, brother.

(wind echoes)

(apprehensive music)

- Sister?

(creepy voices sing)

(startled cry)

(candleholder clatters)

(eerie music)

(organ music)

(funereal brass music)

(delicate celeste music)

(musical bells)

(faint weeping)

(liturgical brass music)

(discordant music)

- Sister? Sister?

(eerie music)

- Poor child.

The grief has overcome her.

(distant crash)

(frenetic music)

(crash)

(fly buzzes)

- Pestilence!

- Pestilence!

(Indistinct voice) - Rot!

(Indistinct)

(Indistinct)

(Indistinct)

More rot!

More corruption!

Depravity!

(squishy sound)

(door creaks)

(squishy sound)

(squishy sound)

(squishy sound)

(squishy sound)

- Come here and eat.

(squishy sound)

Yes.

Here, little Pintel.

Good. Good.

(gasp)

(clatter)

(frenetic music)

(thud)

(gasps)

(bang)

(bang)

(swish)

(quiet tapping)

(scraping)

(gasps)

- I -- I didn't tell her anything, sister.

Truly, I -- I didn't utter a word.

(faint shouting)

(faint shouting)

(faint laughter)

(falling papers)

(candlestick clatters)

(ominous music)

(Abbess) - Here in the margins of sacred text,

I set my contract with The Devil

and vow allegiance to my demon master Pazuzu.

In the bowels of Karnstein Abbey

we have formed a vile orchestra

which raises sounds of such depravity as to corrupt

the very Music of the Spheres, and thereby

spread discord throughout the lands.

My plan has met with much favor from our master Pazuzu,

such that I, of the three sisters

have been designated the leader.

And the Great Witch commands two familiars.

Hares sent from the mouth of Hell to do her bidding.

The sisters are consumed with jealousy for my success.

I must unleash the hares on them.

But not until the next full moon arrives.

(falling papers)

(heavy orchestral music)

(thump) (gasp)

(solitary string instrument)

(grim harpsichord music)

(crickets)

(wings flap) (weird hissing)

(loud flapping)

(strange hissing)

(mysterious music)

(gate squeaks)

(sinister laughter)

(discordant instruments)

(Pazuzu) - Depravity!

Rot!

More corruption!

(Indistinct)

War! Crime!

(drum)

Hate!

(bellowing instrument)

(drum)

More corruption!

(Indistinct)

. . . On this full moon . . .

More corruption!

More depravity!

(shrill instrument)

(blatty instrument)

(mysterious music)

(clacking)

(harsh music)

(distant boom)

(distant boom)

(frantic string music)

(cracking twigs)

(gasp) (striking sound)

(panicked cry)

(rattling)

(grass rustles)

(grass rustles)

(footsteps on grass)

- Will she break her silence?

(trembling)

Will she break our holy vows?

(scoffs)

We all break our vows eventually.

I broke mine here

in the Secret Garden

under the pillicock tree.

where I gave myself to my lord Pazuzu

and shared the secrets denied by God.

(Trista wimpers)

My Lord

we have brought to you the gentlest dove.

A girl of untainted virtue.

(whimpering)

Imagine the offspring she will bear.

Oh, how she will wail!

(evil laughter)

(sobbing)

- Pleh!

- You are not pure!

She's not a virgin.

- My lord, I was assured. - You were assured!

- My lord, look how delicate . . .

- She stinks of men!

- My lord, I was assured!

My lord, look how delicate -

(splat) (scream)

(gory squish)

(body collapses)

- Our convent has been rendered leaderless.

I rise to your will, my lord.

- Very well.

Lop off her feet and toss her into the pit.

- As you wish, my lord.

(hopping)

(lands on grass)

(Scream)

(Monstrous roar)

(silence)

(drum beat)

(monstrous roar)

(scream)

(droning strings)

(music fades)

(silence)

(kettle drums beat)

(frantic orchestral string music)

(frantic orchestral string music)

(frantic orchestral string music)

(flames ignite)

(scream)

(eerie choir)

(pounding kettle drums)

(cymbols crashing)

(aggressive bagpipe)

(angry low brass)

(pounding kettle drums)

(scurrying footsteps)

(ominous low strings)

- Now don’t be rash, sister!

Think of this as a great opportunity!

I can offer you tremendous powers!

Remember your vows!

(Scream)

(Pazuzu screams)

(explosion)

(gooey impact)

(clacks)

(collapses)

(silence)

(poignant keyboard music)

(bird chirps)

(mysterious plucked music)

(Scream)

(Scream)

(Scream)

(Scream) (monstrous roar)

(thunderous crash)

(powerful Dies Irae plays)

(crashing bricks)

(Scream)

(energetic string and bell music)

(mysterious orchestral music)

(powerful Dies Irae plays)

(lively orchestral music)