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

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

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

Good day.

You are in a church.

Forgive me.

What is your name?

Pietro Ionima.

And where are you from?

Montereale.

Do you know Domenico Scandella,
known as Menocchio?

Yea, I know him very well.

And have you heard him

speak heretically
about matters of faith?

Yea, I heard him with my own ears.
And more than once.

What did you hear him say?

He denies

the power

that Christ himself
gave the Church

and he condemns its actions.

He says that

the Church
should live not in pomp

as it does now.

It should be poorer.

And I'm sure...

he possesses cursed books.

And he tries
to indoctrinate other people.

I know.

I saw them enter the mill at night!

Names and surnames
of those people?

I don't know.

Did you speak with the priest
about this heretic?

I have mentioned it,

and he listened to me.

What is going on here?

I can say that the miller
has spread certain ideas...

and these ideas...

have filtered through

into the minds
of many brothers of mine.

Priest Vorai...

You are telling that

a semi-illiterate miller

has been able to set against you

the entire community?

This miller

has a strong mind...

A mind...

able

to make evil nestle

outside of himself.

Oreste!
Open up!

Domenico Scandella
of Montereale.

Suspected of heresy.

Follow me.

From 8 in the morning
till 8 in the evening

I will leave the hatch open

to let the air go round.

You may not do any kind of noise.

You may not speak,

whistle,

cry, shout

or moan.

You may not read, write

or draw.

Cough or spit.

I left you a candle.

The expenses will be on you

and your family.

Follow me.

Tell your name.

Domenico Scandella.

Have you a nickname?

They call me Menocchio.

And where were you born?

In Montereale.

Your father's name?

I remember it not.

Reply to the question.

Joseph.

And your mother?
What was her name?

Mary!

Look at us when you speak.

Can you read?

Yea.

Can you even write?

Yea.

Do you also know the Creed?

Yea, I know the Creed.

And what is your belief
regarding the passage

"I believe in the Lord
Jesus Christ,

"only son of God,

"who was conceived
by the Holy Spirit,

"born of the Virgin Mary?"

I brought up children,

and my wife
was not a virgin afterwards.

This is one of the churches dogmas,

the virginity of Mary.

I don't think a vergin
can give birth to

a human being.

The Holy Virgin, Menocchio,
is not just a woman,

but the mother of Jesus.

Who is Jesus for you?

A man.

Ah, is he not the son of God?

These thoughts...

whence do they come?

From my head.

Mock us not, Menocchio.

We want the truth.

Only from your head?

Only from my head.

Have you ever spoken
to others about these things?

I have spoken to no one
about them.

That is untrue, we have accounts
of what you go round saying.

We have witnesses.

Do you want to go back to prison

and no longer see
your children and family?

Who told you these things?

Maybe...

the Devil...

Miller...

Go, and consider
how to better speak the truth.

Who is this man?

This man so...

arrogant towards you.

Where does he come from?

Why has he lived freely
for thirty years?

From your words it transpires
that we are negligent.

Brother, the Republic of Venice

is the crossing point
of world trade.

People arrive
here with different ideologies.

Checking is much more complicated.

You come from Rome to accuse us?

Of course,

His Excellency was not

in the village
of an isolated valley in the mountains.

We did not welcome you here
to accuse us,

but to accuse Menocchio.

He has been preaching
for a lifetime,

and none of your priests noticed...

that he was the true priest
of that village.

Brothers...

only the demon could succeed
in putting such ideas into his head.

Like couch grass,

this man must be extirpated.

In this way
we defeat not the demon.

The demon

we can defeat

by grabbing back that conscience.

We want the miller alive.

That is the only way

to defeat

these ideas completely

and show

the true face

of the Church of Rome.

Your hat.

Your name?

Juliano, son of the late Pietro

Where do you come from?

Montereale

Do you know Domenico Scandella,
known as Menocchio?

Certainly, I do.

How?

Because

the mill where he grinds
his flour is mine.

Priest Daniele Melchiorri

From?

Polcenigo,

I am the parson of Polcenigo.

For how long?

Two years.

Where were you before?

San Vito, Tolmezzo,

Erto.

Do you know one Domenico Scandella,
known as Menocchio?

I certainly do.

We spent our childhood together.

We would play in a house
not far from here.

Have you ever heard him
talk about his ideas

in matters of faith.

No, never.

We were children.

How could I?

We have a drink in the evening

after I help him chop the wood.

He always helped me

when I had nothing,
he would give me flour.

And we helped each other,
like with other villagers.

Like two friends.

Yea, in truth...

he is also...

a friend.

Do you know that
he says things against the Church?

No, I would just fetch
the flour and leave.

I never heard anything.

Have you ever heard him
say that the air is God,

or that Holy Mary
cannot be a virgin?

Well, I once heard him say
Holy Mary cannot be a virgin,

but nought interests me.

Have you ever heard him say
that the air is God?

I heard Menocchio
say that everything is God,

that all things belongs to God,

that all the beauty around
is God's work.

Have you heard him
say that

you should confess to the trees,
not to the priests?

I never heard him say that.

So, you believe not
in what Domenico Scandella says?

No, no.

Have you heard him say that

God cares not about the things
of this world?

Yea, I heard him say that.

Or perhaps even that

religion... is of no use.

Yea,

I heard him.

Why did you not report him?

Oh, I don't know. He was always
speaking with the priest,

I believed they were in agreement,
and knew what they were saying.

He never

spoke ill of the Holy Virgin,

he only said she was
a woman like any other

and that Jesus was
a child like any other.

I know Domenico says
we should respect God,

for the justice of God
is fair and merciful,

and we should not fear men,
for the justice of men is unfair.

Because not always do men
understand what God says.

And you found out
from people close to him?

The witnesses
recount the same words.

The people of the village?

This is most serious.

When will they call me?

I want to know
when I shall be called.

When the time comes.

What is your name?

Here I am!

Here! I am here!

Start pulling, come on!

Come on, it is coming.

Pull, turn the beech, come on!

There it goes!

Away, away from there!

Come on,

clean the trunk.

Pile up the brushwood.

Get rid of the knots
on those branches!

I do not want
to see you standing still!

Work!

Drag along, lift!

Drag along,

come on!

Quick!

Come on!

Place your hand near mine.

Tell me, dear girl.

What thoughts brought you to me?

A doubt troubles me.

If I may call it like that.

The Virgin Mary...

How can it be...

How could she conceive
Jesus Christ

without committing sin.

She is still a woman.

How is it...

Daughter,

your doubts are very grave.

Come with me.

Pull!

Come on, push!

To redeem your sins!

Come on, keep going!

Quick with these stones!

We need bigger stones!

Bring the stones
with the sign of faith!

With these stones

we will build the temple of God.

Go in peace.

God speed you, son.

I came to cleanse your soul.

Confess your sins.

I listen to you.

What brings you here?

I am afraid, Menocchio.

Afraid of what?

I am not convinced anymore.

And what...

what am I supposed to do?

Let it be.

And all the things I have said,

all the things we spoke of together?

We believed in it,

it has to stay in our thoughts.

The monks have come to the village.

They are not leaving.

What do they say?

That you are to blame.

No one goes to your mill now.

People are afraid, Menocchio.

They shall kill us,
and all fears shall end.

And if they kill us, it means
that they are more afraid than us.

But do you wish to die?

No.

Well?

Let it be, Menocchio.

Let it be.

Domenico...

you must realize one thing...

for them you are
a match in a haystack.

So, before the things they say
are reduced to ashes,

they will reduce you to ash,

you, me,

Palota, Daniele...

they shall burn us all!

If you believe in
what we have always said,

you would face the trial with me,

not leave me in prison alone,

you would ask
to be put inside too.

If you pretend to repent,

they are obliged to pardon you.

Obliged!

But saving your skin
with falsity, with lies,

what improvement
is there then?

The improvement is that
I go home and you go to prison.

Is this the end you want?

Think about everything
you have preached so far.

All your thoughts
shall come to nothing.

Absolute nothing.

Well? Where is then the value of
what you think, of what you say?

He thinks his reasons are right,
and that is all.

Yes, but with his reasons
the priest will tear him to shreds.

You recognize not
that their power

and cunning is stronger than ours.

When they burn you,

because they shall place you
on the public square and burn you,

all the poor folk outside of here,

apart from us, who are bolder
and shall speak,

the others shall all
stand to attention,

they shall talk no longer.

Listen to me.

Go there
and tell them you repent;

no witnesses, no troubles.

I pray you, Menocchio.

Otherwise they shall grab us all.

Let's go, mum.

Zanutto, come on.

Oh, it is you here, dear.

I came

to see you and your family

in these painful times.

I have loved you so much
in this time...

Out.

Daughter...

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

Here it is ascertained

that you said that God

is air, water, fire and soil.

Is that true?

I think God is

in all things of this earth.

Also in us humans.

So, death is God, too?

Why is this not right?

Death no longer exists,

it was defeated by Jesus,

He redeemed us dying on the cross.

And hence for us,

after this mortal life,
a new life opens up for us,

fuller, truer and finer.

Do you not believe
we all have a soul?

Our body dies,

our soul does not.

And where does the soul go?

Do you believe in Heaven,

Hell and Purgatory?

Do you believe
we shall be judged one day?

'Tis hard for me to believe this.

You pay heed
to the voice of the devil.

Why did you not ask for help

to expel him?

Who should I ask this for?

To a priest!

But perhaps the devil
is more cunning than God.

Do you not realize
what you are saying?

Well, maybe

I should have asked a priest.

Only they

know the devil well.

So, we have the miller's wife.

Tell me, what kind of man is he?

Is he a good husband?

Is he fond of his family?

Yea,

Yet this is not

his reputation.

Perhaps 'tis not entirely
your husband's fault,

perhaps he met a foreigner,

someone from outside.

I know not,

I cannot remember.

You...

seem to be most fond of him,

you seem sincerely
anguished and grief stricken

about his fate.

But in him I found not
such concern.

He seems willing to sacrifice
his friends.

He seems willing to sacrifice you

and his children,

but refuses to say from
whom he learnt his ideas.

If you

could tell us

who the people with whom
he talks about God are,

perhaps

you could help him.

Do you swear to speak the truth?

I swear.

Who does your father meet?

Friends.

Do you remember the names?

Answer!

I know not.

Do you believe the Pope
to be the Vicar of God on Earth?

Yea.

Your father does not.

Do you believe your father is a heretic?

Nay.

Either you reject your father,

or I shall have you tortured.

What do you choose?

Well

Notary, note

that he repudiates

both the person
and ideas of his father.

Do you know
why your father is in prison?

Nay.

Do you speak to your father?

Seldom.

He is often at the mill
or away from home...

and I do not see him much.

Do you confess from time to time?

Yea.

To your parson or to the trees?

To my parson.

Your parson is taking care
of your soul?

You have to ask him.

But you know...
your parson says that

your father is an evil man,

overpowering.

Is that so?

Nay.

Then your parson is lying.

You allowed this heretic

to spread his ideas
among the people.

Why did you not report him before?

I have known Menocchio
and his family for a long time,

and, in my mercy,

I tried

to give this miller a chance

to convert, to mend his ways.

Mercy

or collusion with the heretic?

No, your excellency,

I acted as the Church

always should:

with mercy.

Granting mercy and trying

to save souls from damnation.

On your knees!

What kind of priest are you?

Have you

or have you not been condemned
for heresy before?

How did things really go?

When did this story really begin?

Perhaps it was not Menocchio

who gave birth to this world.

Perhaps it was someone

he met.

Who taught him these things?

Silence shall not save you.

I shall do as you wish.

Meanwhile, you shall prepare
a list of the people

contaminated by this miller's ideas.

I shall.

Come on...!

With humbleness and sacrifice!

You have to build
this holy temple!

Let's go!

Leave it down there!

Down!

In this sign shalt thou conquer!

Leave it down there.
Down there!

Pull!

Come on!

Humility and work!

Come on, come on, up!

The priest has stopped
yelling too now...

Who did you speak to, Menocchio?

To no one.

Think about your soul,
Menocchio.

Your soul!

Tell us who taught you
your blasphemies.

Consider.
You could go back to your children,

your home, your occupation.

Tell us the name!

Your deeds and opinions...

lead you to the stake!

Sincerity, Menocchio!
Sincerity!

Perhaps you care not about
the pain of the body.

But remember, you may end up
in a place where

this pain...

has no end.

An eternal pain that never heals,
Menocchio...

that never stops,

An endless pain, Menocchio.

I leave you alone.

Who is him?

Father...

I am here.

Look at me.

I am here.

Look at me, please.

They killed me.

No...

No. They did not kill you.

Father,

What did they do?

Choose to live.

They wanted to kill me.

Father, rescue yourself.

Live, father.

I cannot see you die

not now,

not at the hands

of the priests.

Give me the knife.

I promise

you shall return home.

You shall return home,

I promise you.

Stay still.

I told you to just stay!

All stand.

Having heard, ratified

confirmed and approved

what was established
in the previous sessions,

the here present Domenico Scandella

confirms and ratifies

in loud and intelligible speech

what he already declared.

Say "I confirm and I ratify."

I confirm

and I ratify.

He is admonished...

that the truth must be spoken,

swear to speak the truth.

Say...

"I swear to speak the truth."

I swear...

to speak the truth

Miller,
you are an illiterate peasant.

Who taught you these lies,

They come from my fancy,

watching nature.

You are professing heresy.

Someone must have inspired you.

The evil one?

Other heretics?

Who?

No one I know

can give me answers.

I speak

to the wind,

to the light...

Ah, a dreamer.

Does the wind answer you?

Mark that for thirty years

you have been preaching
these things.

You persuade

fragile weak minds.

It is what you do!

Who you think you are?
A god?

Look,
the ultimate punishment

is being burnt alive

and condemned to eternal fire.

So, it is your God,

it is this God
that suggests to you

that my children

must

see my blood.

Is it what He suggests?

Is it true that before the Pope,

you would have spoken, even if
it would cost you your life?

Did you say it?

Yes.

Very well.

Here you have...

notables, bishops, prelates.

You have us, who refer
directly to the Pope.

If you wish
to be listened to at last,

then speak.

Tell us what you think.

Repeat for the Pope

your ideas and thoughts.

I am listening.

What do you wish to know

from the confession of a person

who has nothing?

What else should he tell you?

What do you hope to find
in such a confession?

The sins you have

devised yourselves.

The guilt of having done
who knows what.

Against whom?

Against you,

not against God.

And money, coins, jewels?

Therein lies the devil.
And they are things you possess.

All those things
you possess in your churches.

There is a God of riches.

Is there one of poverty?

Where is the God of the poor?
Is it the same? Is it yours?

Does God want the poor?

Does he want them
to be forever poor?

Does he want a world
of rich and poor?

Your Excellency,
what are we doing here

listening to the raves
of an illiterate man?

Who can read by magic.

Must I, who studied at Oxford,
Bologna, Padua and Paris

listen to these things?

Of course you must, priest.

Of course you must,

and repeat them also to your Pope,

whom you have dressed
and coloured

and carry around

as if he were God on this Earth.

Tell the Pope that
Menocchio is in Montereale.

May he make the allowance

of coming to my mill

to see how people live in the village.

They dream of paradise,

and you have stolen it from them,

you have made it your own,

as if you had invented paradise.

You even place it after death.

One must live a life of labour

and find themselves
in paradise only after it?

One is born in paradise.

Paradise...

cannot be invented.

It is here.

It is what we breathe every day.

When we see children running,

when a freezing wind blows

and when the sun shines.

That is what it is.

But in this creation of yours,

where is God?

What role plays He?

God?

He has escaped.

He has hidden.

Perhaps He is ashamed
of what he did

by creating man.

This religion
shall not save the world.

Enough!
I am bored with this speech.

The accused
is an impenitent heretic.

I defer to the judgement
of my colleagues.

For I see not
another path...

but that which leads the end.

You must abjure your words,

if you wish not to be burnt.

You said
there is no need for religions

to achieve peace.

But you want it not,
you are like them.

You want war.

You have one day time
to decide

whether to live or die.

Menocchio!

Mea Culpa!

Menocchio!

Are you still alive, Menocchio?

Are you alive?

Or are you dead, Menocchio?

Menocchio is alive!

Menocchio is not dead!

Do you really believe that God
cares not for the things?

Error! Error!

We shall lead you
to your church, Menocchio.

Your own church!

Mea culpa!
Tua culpa!

Tua culpa!

Error, Menocchio. Error!

Abjure!

Menocchio Pope and Emperor!

Pope! Pope!

Abjure, Menocchio!

Menocchio is tired!

Are you afraid to abjure?

Abjure, Menocchio!
Abjure!

God is in all things,
hey Menocchio?

In the water,

the sky,

the flowers,

in your children, in your wife.

The tree priest.
Shall you confess?

The tree priest!

Tell us, Menocchio,

is loving your fellow man
more important

than loving God?

Do you love us, Menocchio?

We love you

and we built you a church.

It's all for you!

Your own church!

The chaos!

From which the world was built!

Do you like it?

The chaos...

of which God is made!

Look the chaos!
Look!

We are the chaos, Menocchio.

Mary, Menocchio...

Who is Mary?

A virgin?

A sinner?

Paramour?

Adulteress?

Loved?

Raped?

How did she make the Christ,
Menocchio?

How did she make the Christ?

Did she make him by herself?
Did she make him by herself, Menocchio?

Menocchio speaks no more!
He has no tongue!

Look how we love you, Menocchio!

Menocchio speaks no more!

Menocchio speaks no more!

Menocchio speaks no more!

Come on...

On your knees.

Read your abjuration, son.

So the people may hear

and learn from your mistakes.

Begin!

I,

Domenico Scandella,

known as
Menocchio from Montereale.

Louder!

..diocese of Concordia..

swear to believe

with my own heart

and to confess
with my own words

the Holy Catholic

and Apostolic Faith

which the Holy Roman Church
believes in.

I subsequently abjure all heresies,

of any sort and from any sect,

against the Holy Catholic

and Apostolic Roman Church.

I also

swear with my own heart
and confess with my own words

that true authority lies with
the Supreme Pontiff and his prelates,

that they know God better than I,

that superior authority than mine
is held by the Supreme Pontiff...

Louder!

..and his prelates.

That the statutes,

commands and laws
of the Church are true;

that they are not commodities;

that the aforesaid Church is born
and governed by the Holy Spirit.

That being heard in confession
by a priest is not equal to

being heard in confession
by a tree.

That original sin is contracted
in the maternal womb.

That baptism is no human invention.

That being blasphemous is no art.

That when the body dies,
the soul does not die with it.

That the precept of loving God

is superior to that
of loving one's neighbour.

Likewise,

saying that
all men shall be saved -

Turks, Jews,

heathens,

Christians,

heretics and infidels -

is an error.

To say

that the Blessed Virgin
did not give birth to Christ

without committing sin

is an error.

To say that the Blessed Virgin
was adulterous is an error.

To say

that the air
and all we see is God,

is an error.

To say that God cares not for
the things of the earth, is an error.

I consequently
abjure, recant, detest

and renounce the heresy
condemned by the Holy Catholic,

Apostolic and Roman Church,

which falsely and mendaciously...

Louder!

X

...and mendaciously affirms that

the authority of
the Supreme Pontiff is untrue,

Read loudly!

That the Saints
must not be worshipped,

that Baptism is a human invention.

The precept of loving
one's neighbour

is better than that of loving God.

The blessing of common men

is as valuable as that of priests.

Blaspheming is an art.

The soul is mortal.

The world came from chaos,

and from that chaos
a substance arose as in cheese

and God cares not
for the things of this world.

For abjuring his ideas,
Menocchio's life was spared,

but he was condemned
to perpetual imprisonment.

Two years later,
because of his health conditions,

he was allowed to be confined
in Montereale.

After 15 years, in 1599,
he was again tried for heresy

and sentenced to burn
on the stake for his recidivism.