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Mother Joan Of The Angels

Bells

Why are they ringing?

That's the custom here. For lost travellers

Bishop's orders

For people lost in the forest

It is dangerous to be in the forest

- What's your name? - Juray

Going back tomorrow?

Yes. The monks want me

- Are you far from here? - A whole day's journey

What thin slices you are cutting, Father

That way, you won't even know you're eating bread

That's how we always cut bread at the monastery

Why?

Why?

It's greed and gluttony to devour large pieces

As I am a Wolodkowicz

You must be an extraordinary glutton, Father

May God repay you

How about telling the Father's fortune, Awdosia?

Why not? Priests too have fortunes

Many a maiden or woman...

...seeks her advice before entering a convent

He'd like to...

He'd like to see his future too but he can't

Tell him something about it

- What should I tell him? - Everything

Whether his journey will be successful...

...and who he'll meet

He'll meet a maid who will be a mother

That's common enough in Poland

You poor, poor lamb

Poor, poor lamb

You'll love a crooked one

Blessed be the Lord

For ever and ever

The holy maids are waiting for you, Father

And very impatient they are too

But no one knew I was coming

They know everything

But they tell lies sometimes

So you too have to come to see the holy maids, Father?

Do you know what's going on there?

What kind of holy maids they are?

Don't say such things

Leave it to the theologians. You just pray and be silent

Sister Porteress even left the gate open last night...

...for the priest who is to save them

How do you know what's going on in the convent?

I do odd jobs there

Are men allowed in there?

What good is a woman at chopping up big logs?

Or slaughtering a bull or a ram?

Surely the sisters do not eat meat

They do. They say the devil tempts them

Guard us from malice, oh Lord!

I do believe in our Holy Catholic Church...

...as I'm a Wolodkowicz

There's a village, Father...

...where everyone's a Wolodkowicz

The soil is poor there. We grow just flax and oats

The apples are sour. The flax is knotty, full of weeds

But the booze is as strong as anywhere

Your health...

...Canon

- I'm not a Canon - Then you will be

- To your heath - To your health

It's time

I must go

You go to sleep, Juray

Get up early

Father Provincial wants you back at once

Kaziuk

I must go to the convent

- Kaziuk will accompany you, Father - May God repay you

Blessed be the Lord

For ever and ever

- He did have some vodka - Not such a saint after all

They're all alike. All of them

Do your holy maids eat pork like us?

What for? They have another kind of life

Don't talk so much. You'll bring some mischief on us

In an evil hour

As I'm a Wolodkowicz, tell us what's going on in that convent?

Are the devils at large among the holy maids?

Stop that, sir

It's no joking matter

People are spying on each other

And reporting to the priests

Are there many priests in the convent?

Four. To do the exorcising. This one's the fifth

In Father Garniec's case...

...there were 1 2 of them who sentenced him to the stake

They had no reason to burn Father Garniec

How about the holy maids? Still dancing?

They're up to some better tricks

Is it true that Father Garniec was a sorcerer?

Are you really sorry for him?

Not sorry but it's a pity just the same

Even if he were the worst

What kind of man was he?

He was no saint

And he sizzled on the stake like a pig

How can they burn a man like that?

Go on, eat

How did they do it?

They just dragged him to the stake?

Did they take his clothes off?

The clothes catch fire first

So the man is left naked

Father Joseph

Welcome, Father Joseph

I'm Father Brym's housekeeper

Splendid, Krysia. Now leave me alone with our guest

A priest is no guest

No. Go and play, children

Kaziuk

Poor lambs. They're my only comfort

- Orphans? - Their mother is alive

Their father was burnt

They're Garniec's children

What future can they hope for?

The children of a priest and a sorcerer

Do you believe he had bad intentions?

I may doubt his sorcery but not his bad intentions

Did Satan get into him?

You'll have a hard task here, Father

I fasted and mortified myself the whole autumn

I prayed and keep praying. Yet I'm afraid of him

- Of whom? - The Evil One

I never set foot in the convent

I have my parish and church

Father Garniec also kept away but the women...

... I mean the nuns, were his undoing

True, he was young and handsome

While I'm old I won't come to Mother Joan of the Angels in her dreams

Did Father Garniec come to her?

He apparently came right through the convent walls

That's just the women's tales

You think so?

I do, but that's between us

The nuns wanted Father Garniec to come to them

These maids or the demons in them...

...tell such things at the top of their voices, in public

Saying where the devils sit in them

In church too. During exorcising

Such a shame. In church?

Tell this to the exorcising priests

They say if the people see the devil...

...their faith in God and the Church grows

That's why they show such things to the people

Like tricks at a fair

Can you bring God to a man through the devil?

Who knows, Father

It may not be such a bad way

Maybe saints are made that way

Unless...

Unless there are no devils in there at all

Every woman is naturally inclined to fall

And to be a saint

It's enough to look at the world

I don't know the world

I couldn't say

My mother became a Carmelite. My sisters were nuns

I grew up among women who were almost saints

It is well, dear Father, that you're pious...

...and that you don't know women

I fear you'll have some hard moments here

Pray for me, Father

What's worth the prayer of a sinner?

But pray I shall

Give me your blessing, Father

Come on, children. Let's go home

I'll see you to the convent, Father

Don't bother

It's more dignified for a priest that way

- I don't care - But we do

I'll always accompany you, Father. We're good people

- All of you? - Perhaps not all

Who knows before evening what the day will bring?

Here we are

One of the sisters will open the gate

Sister Margaret

Mother Superior's been expecting you since yesterday

Welcome, Father. It's good to see you

We've been longing for your help

Our common prayers will help us

Won't you sit down, Father?

For months we've been beset by great miseries

The priests who are staying with us...

...have no power over them

Our only hope is in you, Father

I've been sent to take care only of you

The other priests will look after the sisters

If the spirits leave me, they will leave the sisters too

It all started with me

I'll try to free you from your demon

Eight of them!

Behemoth, Balaam, lsacaaron...

...Gresil, Aman, Asmodeus, Leviathan and Dog's Tail

Do not listen to them, my daughter. Evil has many shapes and faces

How long is it since you've been to confession?

Since we were first possessed, half a year ago

That's a long time. Why did you put off penance?

We didn't

The demons keep us away from the holy sacraments

The demons keep you away?

Hasn't perhaps your spiritual laziness...

...taken the shape of those demons?

You don't believe I'm possessed, Father?

I have to, my child, though unwillingly

Satan enters our souls in many ways

Oh, he's very powerful

We know little about the nature of demons

And what they make the possessed say is not to be trusted

You know they're the sons of falsehood

What is falsehood, Reverend Father? And what is truth?

Every Christian's conscience...

...should tell him the difference between black and white

Was it evil that Father Garniec perished because of me?

Ask your conscience

If I told you what horrors this man did to me

What abominable things!

I will tell you. I must

You have to know my inner life...

...all my torments, past and present...

...if you're to save me from the pit of solitude where God has cast me

Calm yourself, my daughter

No one is alone on earth. No one

I saw him by my bedside

My Guardian Angel

He looked like Kaziuk from the inn

But he had such long hair, down to his shoulders

He bent over me and touched my breast

There were five drops of fragrant balm on my gown

Forgive me. I've no one to tell of my misery and horror

Defend me

Defend me, Reverend Father

All right

Go to your duties, my daughter. I'll pray here

Then we'll think of our sins and failings

Don't think it will be so easy...

...to drive me out of this sweet body

- Mother Joan! - I'm not Mother Joan

I'm no one

Don't think we're afraid of your Latin

You filthy priest!

What is happening to you?

May God be blessed, Sister Margaret

- For ever and ever - I thought you weren't coming today

There's so much work with those exorcisms

The nuns pray while you do all the work

I'm out of breath

I like it here

It's nicer among people

I'm very happy to see a representative of the famous convent

You must have some exciting tales to tell

What can I tell? You come from the great world

But for you and your convent...

...we wouldn't be here at all

The exorcisms brought us here

The demons leave me alone

I seem to have a hard soul and an undesirable body

The new priest will do some real exorcising

He's too weak for our convent

He was as pale as death after talking to Mother Superior

And she only did the trick with the sooty door handle

Does Mother Joan cheat?

No. It's the devil who tells her to blacken the handle every morning

- That's not cheating - She mustn't cheat

She mustn't cheat. It has to be real!

We should have gone to the fair to see the tightrope walkers

I don't like these fiendish nuns

A pity the demons don't lift their skirts

Sometimes they take off their clothes

Before Father Garniec was burnt...

...they used to run naked in the garden and call him

Let's teach the nun to drink

Let's go

Sister, as I am a Wolodkowicz

Have a glass of mead, Sister

- Gracious, you're just like Tartars - Take your chance, Sister

- No - You have to sin at least once

- Drink, Sister, drink - Dear God, what a brute

- Here's to the convent - And to Mother Joan

Oh, my dear, dear mother I would take the veil, please

Rather than a husband, who would be a brute, please

Rather than a lover with a stick to beat me

Rather than a thrashing I would take the veil, please

I would rather sing with the nuns in the convent

Than take me a husband and much trouble with it

I would not mind singing Matins at cold daybreak

If this could but save me from a husband's beatings

Father Joseph is coming

What are you doing here, my daughter?

I only came to see this woman

Go and sin no more

The devil is there and here too

That's how it is in this world

What do you know of the world?

- Do you, Father? - Not much either

I have spent all my life in a monastery

Watch your step, Kaziuk

To hell with this axe

I know how you abhor my coming to fight you

Here is your kingdom but I've been sent in the name of God

I belong to another kingdom, the Kingdom of Light

As you to the Kingdom of Darkness

I belong to Good and you to Evil

Kaziuk

- Do you believe in the devil? - I do

- Have you seen him? - I have

- With horns? - Stupid

With wings

And with Mother Superior's face

- What did he look like? - Don't be so curious

Tell me

I've never seen the devil

Nor have l

I didn't see him properly

But I saw him torment the sisters

Particularly our Superior

Mother Joan of the Angels

- Is that what she's called? - Yes

Mother Joan of the Angels

She ought to be called Mother of the Devils

It's awful to be alone in the world

What if the devil gets into me?

Devils don't care for the likes of us

You're only saying so

Sometimes I hate my dad so much I could kill him

And if you kill your dad, the devil will never let you go

Why kill your dad? He'll die some day anyway

If he dies, he dies

But before he dies he'll go on being bad

He beats Mother and me too

Pray for him

To hell with him

Say, "ln the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit

"God, guard my father"

That I can say. God guard my father

Now go to sleep

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

I am asleep

Good night

Satan!

I order thee to leave the body...

...of the most reverend Mother Joan of the Angels

Leave her!

Leave her, Satan!

I won't! Whatever you do

I won't. I don't want to. I don't want to

Balaam, lsacaaron, Asmodeus...

...Gresil, Aman, Leviathan

Speak, which of you is it?

It's Dog's Tail, at your service

Answer me, Dog's Tail

Wilt thou leave the body of this woman if I order thee?

I will at once but what about my brothers?

Balaam is in my head, Gresil in my belly...

...and Asmodeus...

Satan, I order thee to leave her!

Dog's Tail has left me

I'm not Mother Joan

I'm Satan! My name is Gresil

Gresil. Satan

Thou didst not enter this woman against God's will

Thou owest obedience to those who speak in God's name

Wilt thou be obedient?

I will

Show us, Evil Spirit, how Seraphs worship the Lord of Hosts

How do Seraphs worship the Lord of Hosts?

Gresil...

Now show us how kings praise the Almighty

I order thee in the name of God...

...to pay homage to the sign of our salvation

Don't order him to do it, Father. He'll torment me

Pay homage, I order thee!

No, I won't!

I won't pay homage

No earthly or heavenly power can force me to do that

Humble thyself!

No. No!

Accursed be God the Father and the Son and the Ghost...

...and the Blessed Virgin and all Heaven!

Oh, Holy Cross. Oh, Holy Virgin

Forgive me all my blasphemies

Oh, God!

Oh, Lord, defend me from Satan

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