All language subtitles for The.Gravedigger.2019.

Damn it all to hell.
What are you doing here?

It's raining.

Of course it's raining.

It's been raining every day
for a week.

Do you have them then?

I do.
Good.

Pay me.

In good time.

Not in good time.
Pay me now.

Oh, so that's how it is,
huh?

I dirty my hands for you
and, you what?

You slit my throat?

Don't open it here, it'll stink.

Something that men like you
and I should be used to.

What happened to your leg?

God.

What?
God happened.

Indeed.

Sometimes we pay for our sins
even before we die.

You might want
to think on that.

I might.

But I don't.

God watch over you,
doctor.

What an archaic notion.

Hey, what's this then?

You, get out of there.

I know you can hear me.

I said, "Get out."
Go ahead.

Do us both a favor
and get your ass out of here.

Let me be

Don't shout at me.
This is my damned boneyard.

Please,
let me die in peace.

Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.

This place
is not for the dying.

It's for the dead.
I'm begging you.

I'm sorry.
You have to get out.

Please!

Oh, none of that!

All I want is to die.

My whole wretched life,
that is all anyone wished on me.

And now,
now I am stopped?

Please.
No, not that.

Keep me safe.
Keep me safe.

What are you doing?
Keep me safe.

I won't hurt you.

Oh, my lord.

Listen to me.
I said I won't hurt you.

Oh, please protect me.

You need some help?

No one can help me.

Perhaps I can help you.

Why?

I used to help people.

Why?
It's what people do.

No, it isn't.

Well, it's what
we're supposed to do.

You come with me.

Where?

I have a shack over beyond
the mausoleum.

Besides,
it's going to rain.

I'll go with you.

There it is.

It's small.

Well, I was going to take you
to my mansion,

but I prefer my dingy shack
with all of its rustic charm.

That was a joke.

I do not
understand jokes.

I see.

Hmm?

No.

Well, you don't have to just
stand there, do you?

Who is that?
Your father?

Father of us all,
perhaps.

St. Anthony.

Your father was a saint?

No, but old Anthony up there
is the patron saint

of many things,
including gravediggers.

You're not one for conversation,
are you?

No.

What's your name?

I have none.

You don't remember
your name?

I was never given one
to remember.

You're putting me on.

No.

What do people
call you then?

What the hell am I supposed
to call you, huh?

Just pick a name,
will you?

Something you like.
Anything.

I don't know many names,

and the ones I know
I don't want.

Alright then, Helga.

What?
That's your new name.

No.
What's wrong with Helga?

It's a fine Bavarian name.

It's a woman's name.

I thought you didn't know
many names.

Don't mock me.
Alright then.

How about Ingrid,
or Eva, or --

Do not mock me.

Pick a name, damn it!

You raised
your voice at me.

You raised yours first.

Aren't you afraid of me?

I am,
but I'm also in my cups.

Means I can do stupid things
even when I'm scared.

You are a strange man.

What does that
make you then?

Just strange.

Anton.

What's that?

You can call me Anton,
like your saint.

Anton it is then.

I'm Kurt Volker.

[ Screams

Good Christ.

Did I hurt you?
Yes.

This is my drinking hand,
too.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.

I'm just alright.
Just give me a minute.

God. Oh.

Oh.

Quite the ox, huh?

I am strong if that
is what you mean.

Ah.
Good for you.

The world always needs
strong men.

Hmm.

Here.

To keep you warm.

So, Anton the Ox, what brings
you to my boneyard?

Not many folks find themselves
here accidentally.

They're either the mourners
or the ones being mourned.

I was drawn here.

Really?

This place feels
familiar to me.

You've been here
before then?
Perhaps.

Have I put one of yours
in the ground here?

Your mother, your father?

Why do you limp?

Beg pardon?
You walk with a limp.

I want to know why.

I don't see how --
Are you damaged?

I don't want
to talk about it.

I'm just asking what --

And I'm telling you
leave it alone.

Just because
I show pity on you

doesn't mean I want to tell you
my goddamn life story.

Do you have any family
near abouts?

Someone to take you in.

I have a father,
but he won't claim me.

Bastard?

I've been called that.

Ah.
You and I both.

It's no palace, but you can
sleep here tonight if you want.

Least you'll stay dry.

Then tomorrow you can go
wherever you're going.

I'm not going anywhere.

I was trying to die.

Well, you can't do that here.
I won't let you.

If I decided to,
you couldn't stop me.

Oh, you're a tough one,
huh?

You know I am.

What?

Put your arm up here
and show me.

I do not understand.

You've never
done this before?

I don't know.
Put your arm
up here like mine.

Now, you try to push
my arm down.

I'll try
to push yours down.

Whoever does it wins.

This is childish.

Oh, let's see how strong you
are when I know what's coming.

I don't know I ---
Don't let my limp fool you.

I've got muscles that --

Oh.
Jesus Christ.

I win.

But I wasn't even really,
damn it.

Yes, but I won.

Again.
We're going again.

This time don't move
until I so, huh?

On the count of three.

One.

Oh, damn it.

Are we going again?

God.

Come on.

I win again.

Sweet merciful Christ.

I've never seen anything
like that.

Shall we go again?

No, no, no, no.

If there's one thing that life
has taught me over

and over again,
to know when I've been beat.

You're with the circus,
aren't you?

What?
Strong man or something?

Pulling nails out of boards
with your bare teeth?

Bending iron bars in two?

I have never even
seen a circus.

You should seek one out.

They'd welcome you,
no doubt.

I don't do well in company
of others.

We're getting along fine.

Hmm.

Is it your face?
Trust me.

A circus wouldn't care
about that.

They might love it,
in fact.

I don't like
being stared at.

Might want to consider
unwrapping yourself.

Draws a lot of attention.

Draws more attention
without the bandages.

Can't be that bad.

That bad and worse.

Do you mind if I ask?

Ask what?
About your face?

Was it an accident?

I know a man works
at a university.

Knocked over
a beaker of acid,

damn near melted
his whole left side.

It was no acid.

Poor fellow looked
like a --

I do not wish
to discuss it.

I was just asking.
I --

I'll tell you
about my face

when you tell me
about your limp.

Fair enough.

Well, Anton the Ox,
I'm off to bed.

That's the only one I've got,

but I've got this spare room
here where I keep my tools.

There's some hay bales
that will serve as a bed.

It's yours
if you want it.

I should leave.

And go where?

Wherever I go,
tragedy follows.

Tragedy and I have known
each other a long time.

I don't fear it
and neither should you.

Besides the downpour
is still going strong.

Ah, do what you want.

I'd say not to steal anything,
but I have nothing worth taking.

You're welcome.

What are you doing?

Stay back.
Stay back.

What are you doing here?

Another step and I'll slit
your throat for you.

Put your knife down.

Think of
worth is.

Put it down or I'll break
your arm, woman.

Don't touch me.

I won't.
Good.

I didn't hear you
come up on me.

I didn't wish to be heard,
so I wasn't.

Simple as that?

The only thought
I put into it.

What?
What?

I did not know
what you said.

It loses something
in translation.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you
the same question.

I could break your neck
and take your sack from you.

Not one for social graces,
are you?

No.

You're the gravedigger?

Is that it?

A loyal dog
guarding his hole.

I am Anton.

You are certain?

I was just recently named.

It does not sound
like my own yet.

I do not understand
what that means.

I don't know how else
to explain it.

I like your smile.

Oh, yes.

You have a lovely face.

So I've been told.

What is your name?

Nadya.

Nadya.

That's it.

What is in your bag,
Nadya?

Bones.

Why would you have a bag
of bones?

Why do you think?

I don't know.
That's why I asked.

I'm Romani.

Gypsy.

That's right.

I use these
to see the future.

You're lying.
Don't call me a liar.

No one
can see the future.

A long list of clientele
would say otherwise.

I do not believe
in superstition.

Then what?

Science.

I believe in science.

Oh,
they're so different?

If we're going to have a chat,
sit down already.

The ground is wet
from the rain.

I'm funny to you?

Yes.
Your bottom is wet.

Thank you.
I'm well aware.

You knew it had rained,
but you sat down anyway.

That was foolish.

I wasn't thinking.

You behaved foolishly.

Are you quite finished?

And now
your bottom is wet.

You're a strange giant.

I have never
laughed before.

Not that I can remember.

Nonsense.
It's true.

I am younger
than I look.

I can't tell
how you look right --
Don't.

It's so terrifying?
Do not touch me.

Not something
I'm often told.

Why would you want to?
To see your face.

I'm always curious.

The more something is hidden,
the more

I want to take it
out of the shadows.

I belong where no one
can see me.

That makes me want to...

Oh!

...and look.

Now we're touching.

Don't.
Not so bad, is it?

Don't.
Don't what?

Do not touch my face.

I haven't.
And I won't.

But before you wanted
to see it and --

I will only see it
when you let me, not before.

I will never want that.

I can be
very persuasive.

Since I have provided
this evenings entertainment,

perhaps you'll let me
leave with my bag

and with my limbs intact.

I won't hurt you.

I wouldn't have let you
if you tried.

I want you to stay.

That's sweet,
but I'm not staying in this

graveyard all night.

Lots of Strigoi
about.

Evil spirits.

You like to use words
I don't know.

That makes you feel smart.

You're a clever.

Until next time, Anton.

So, you'll return?

Yes, I think I will.

And, are we friends?

Stranger things
have happened.

Back to the circus
with you, huh?

Yours is not the ideal face
to wake up to.

I want to stay.

What?
I want to stay.

I heard you,
you damn lummox.

Will you just get inside?

If your offer
still stands,

I would like to stay here
with you.

If my...
What the hell?

You offered me
the tool room.

For one damn night.

I wish to stay longer.

Well,
I wish for a buxom lady

with a stein
between her breasts.

Mine is a life
of disappointment.

And now I remember
you don't understand jokes.

The gypsy sat on wet dirt
and got her bottom wet.

I don't get it.

It was a joke.
I still don't get it.

It made me laugh.

So, you want to stay,
huh?

Yes.
Why?

I have nowhere
else to go.

I came here to die,
but I no longer wish to that.

And I like it here.

You like the graveyard?

It's peaceful.

I have known very little peace
in my life.

I like the quiet myself.

So, I can stay?

Just give me a moment,
will you?

I'm barely awake and...

You have no money, no prospects.
And I should what?

Give up my peace and quiet
for a boarder?

I don't even know you.

I don't know you either.

That's hardly the point,
is it?

Is it?

Every time
you open your mouth

I don't know whether to laugh
or to punch you.

You helped me before,
why won't you help me now?

It's not so simple.

Explain it to me.
I can't.

- I want to understand.
- stop talking.

And will you just shut
your flapping jaws

for a?

I've been alone
for a long while here.

It's the way I prefer it.

When other people are around,
it complicates things.

I don't like complications.

I am a complication?

Yes.
I'm sorry, but yes.

So, you do not like me?

No,
that's not what I said.

You're alright,
I guess.

You either talk too much
or too little, but yes,

I've definitely
known worse than you.

Well, thank you.

I just...

I'm a drunk
and crippled ass.

I'm not
a good companion.

I like you.

You're the only person who has
ever shown me kindness

in my entire life.

Well,
I'm sorry to hear that.

I tell you a secret.

Alright.

I'm a hair's breath
from losing this job.

Really?
I can't dig
for shit anymore.

I have a hard enough time
getting around with this leg.

The church, they keep me on
as a kindness,

but that can hardly
keep up anymore.

People drop like flies in this
town as they can't afford

to hire another man to help,
so there it is.

I can dig for you.

Yes, you can.

I am stronger
than anyone.

I can dig many graves.

At night.

You'll dig at night and stay
in the shack during the day.

That way no one will know.

That works for me.

I have no desire
drawing attention to myself.

I won't be able to pay you,
but you can stay here

and I will share
my meals with you.

That's all I ask.

Alright, then.

You're helping me again.

No, I'm helping myself.

You just happen
to be here.

I think
it's more than that.

It's not.
I think it is.

Shut your gum
before I change my mind.

Thank you.

Don't thank me,
this is entirely self-serving.

You're a good man.

And you are one sentence away
from fouling the deal.

Ah.
Gentle this time.

I like my knuckles lined up
the way they are.

Alright.
Alright.

It's large enough
for a casket, yes?

It's large enough
fat Burgomeister

and half his fat family.

So, you're satisfied?

Stunned is more like it,
but yes.

Yes.
Well done.

And that took you
not even an hour

and I don't see
one drop of sweat.

That was not
difficult work.

How could you say that?

In my prime, this hole would
have taken me half the night.

Your prime and mine
are two different things.

That is God's truth.

Not bad.

You may not need it,
but you deserve it.

Not the whole
damn thing.

I'm sorry.

No harm done.

It -- It...
What is it?

Schnapps.

I like it.

If it's one thing we Bavarian's
know, it's schnapps.

Where are you from,
Anton?

Many places, I suppose.

I think I was born
in Ingolstadt,

but most of my life
was spent in Switzerland.

An orphan?

Abandoned.

My father saw my face
and left me.

Christ, I'm sorry
to hear that.

I hate him
or I hated him.

I can no longer
tell the difference.

Oh, you've done well
for yourself.

Got an education.

Experience only.

Little of it good.

Well, you speak proper.

I enjoy language.

There was a time when I wasn't
capable to communicate at all.

It was maddening to have
these feelings, these thoughts,

and the urge to express them,
but not the ability to do so.

For some that would be
an improvement.

It must hurt.

I imagine everything that lives
wants to be understood.

Anton, my friend
I will drink to that.

I never had a friend.

Come now.

Truly.

Those who didn't wish me
dead simply fled from me.

You're a hunted man, then?

Once, but I fled
beyond their reach.

A criminal.

I've done terrible things.

I was young.

I had no control
over what I felt.

I raged against those
who hurt me the most,

and some of them died
because of it.

Ego te absolvo.

I'm wet and confused.

I just absolved you
of your sins.

And I did it in Latin.

You did?
Oh, yes.

It's the language
God prefers his prayers in.

Are you a priest?

Well, Brother Anton,
I'm off to perform a miracle.

Turning schnapps
into piss.

Well, what should I do?

Whatever you want.
This is your home now.

I need guidance.

Do you know what I do when
I'm in need of some thinking?

No.
How could I know that?

I walk amongst these graves,
read what little I can

on the stones, learn about
some people this earth holds.

What I suggest to you is that
you take your past,

you bury it
in one of these plots,

and then start thinking
of your future.

I never thought of my future,
only where I was

and what I felt
at that moment.

To find
faith, you achieve nothing.

You want to find happiness,
lummox,

decide what you want your life
to be and make it so.

Is that how you ended up
a grave digger?

That's a story
for another time.

Hello, Giant.

Hello, Nadya.

I'm sorry.
Please, don't.

If I was meant to fly,
I'd have a beak and feathers.

Chickens have beaks
and feathers.

They cannot fly.

Yes, they do.

I don't think so.

Chickens fly, Anton.

I have never
seen them do so.

I have met many strange men
in my day,

but you may very well
be the strangest.

You do not need
to insult me.

Not an insult.

Strange means interesting.

Very, very, very few men
are interesting anymore.

Oh, thank you.

Bentru Putin.

Are you here
for more bones?

Not this time.

Dirt?

Grave dirt.

Very potent.

How can dirt be potent?

Good for seeing the past
and the future.

I have new client,
wants to see his future.

So I asked him
a few questions,

and he mentioned
this graveyard several times.

So we'll take the dirt, mix it
with wax, and make a candle.

To see the future?

Yes.

With a candle?

Yes.

You are as strange
as I am.

What I am is penniless.

I'll take whatever clienti
I can get.

So, this month has been good
to you, yes?

What?

You're looking less ragged.

I do not understand.

Those clothes, better than the
scraps you were wearing before.

I took them off
a dead man.

He did not need
them anymore.

My thought as well.

We have something
in common.

We are both of us, corbi,
picking off the dead.

You mean crows.

Very good, giant.

You have learned
some of my language.

I was hoping
to see you again.

You were hoping
to impress me, yes?

I have a favor
to ask of you.

Ah, yes.

What might that be?

I want to know
my future.

Is that all?

Should I ask more?

You should always ask
for what you want,

be prepared
not to get it.

My entire life I learned to
expect nothing from anybody.

And yet here you stand
with a set of new clothes.

You have a point.

So, what of your future
do you wish to know?

Anything, everything.

Those are two
very different answers.

I never thought of my future.

In fact, I doubted I would live
this long and, but now --

Now your life
has changed?

Yes.

For the better?

I think so.
I hope so.

You wish to know if this
better life will last?

Very much.

Sit with me.

Why do you hide
your face?

I have no face.

Well, you have eyes.

Yes, I'm made that way.

You have a mouth
and I'm guessing a nose.

But together
they're monstrous.

I'm sorry.

I always
looked like that.

This place is the first place
nobody runs from me.

It is why I like coming
to places like this.

A sanctuary for outcasts.

I'm so lovely you cannot help
but stare, is that it?

You don't look
like an outcast.

The gypsy,
we belong nowhere.

You have tribes,
family, friends.

I'm the last
of my people here.

The others have moved on.

You did not go with them?

I couldn't.
They cast me out.

Why?

Hurts to tell it.

I understand.

You couldn't,
it didn't happen to you.

My little life I had, I lost
and I carry that loss with me

everywhere I go.

Is that where your kindness
comes from?

Am I kind?

Very.

You have a child's heart.

It gives itself completely

and shatters
at the smallest hurt.

I wish
I was stronger inside.

You will be strong
or you will be dead.

The world welcomes
no others.

It is that cruel?

That cruel, and worse.

I had a child.

You seem too young.

Not so young as all that.

My child, my girl...

she was incrucisat, mixed,

her father was not my tribe,
not of any tribe.

That's why they sent
you away?

Yes.

With my people,
that is great shame.

It cannot be washed away.

So they cast me
to the winds.

I'm sorry.

I was young, a fool.

I went to the father,
he was man of numbers.

How do call him a man
who counts money?

A banker.
Banker, yes.

He had come to my camp,
and I had loved him.

But I loved him
with a child's heart, foolish.

I went to his house,
and his wife answered.

He was married to another.

As I said, a fool.

He came to the door,
dragged me to a field,

and threw us
both on the ground.

Me and my Dorina.

I do not know that word.

Not a word, a name.

It means gift.

My gift.

Her father wanted
nothing to do with us.

Swore he'd kill us if he
ever saw us again, so I ran.

I tried to live in the woods,
but Dorina did not survive the
year.

I see a rage, Anton,

but this is the past
and it cannot be changed.

I want to hurt that man.

As did I,
but it would help nothing.

Murder does not
bring peace.

You know this
better than most.

I do.

So, I came here.

Ingolstadt is not
such a bad place.

Lots of places to hide,
lots of drunks

who don't guard
their pockets.

You're a thief?

I'm whatever I need to be
to survive.

I understand that.

You have my hand.

I've been reading it.

What?

Your hand holds many things,
including the future.

I have been following the lines,
trying to learn where they lead.

Should I pay you?

You have let me steal bones
and dirt,

and eased my burden
a little.

No charge this time.

What do you see?

It is confusing.

Yours is a strange hand.

It is?

Yes.

You are -- you were a man
of the fields.

A farmer.

No.

You were.
I can see it.

I never spend a day
in the fields.

You're certain?

I am.

Well, you have known
great love.

I have?
Yes, it is here.

A wife you loved
among all others.

No.

I know what is on your palm,
Anton?

Whatever you reading, this
life didn't belong to me.

I think you are
being stubborn.

I think you're perhaps
not as good as you think.

You would say such things
to one you fancy?

You think I fancy you because
of what you see in my palm.

Because of what I see
in your eyes.

And I do not think,
I know.

There is no shame in this,
my giant.

Few can resist my charms.

You're very confident.

Well, I am many things,
all of which are Nadya.

Do not turn away.

What you feel,
it's a good thing.

The rush of blood,
the blush in your cheek,

there is nothing better.

I do not wish
to talk about it.

So bashful you are.

I feel strange, confused.

Tis the way of affection.

It should be embraced,
not feared.

But what if
it's not returned?

My sweet
kind hearted friend.

Why do think
so little of yourself?

I'm a monster.

Not in my eyes.

You would not say that
if you knew what I have done.

People I have hurt,
killed.

Monster would not hurt
inside as you do now.

I do not know how to atone
for them.

You can't.

You can only do
what you have already done.

Start over?

Yes.

Give me your other hand.

Why?

This hand
tells me your past.

It is your future you wish
to see, yes?

I do.
And my friend,
give me your other hand.

Cacat.
What is it?

What are you?
I do not understand.

Why do you have two hands?

Most people
have two hands.

These are not the same hands.
These are...

What?
The problem is same.

Both of them have --
They do not even
feel the same.

The palms, the knuckles,
even the skin.

These are the hands
of two different people.

This is what
your face is like,

a collection
of other men's faces?

Do not ask me that?

Good God, what are you?

A monster.
I told you.

I didn't believe you.

Do you now?
Don't hurt me.

What?
Nadya, I'm not your enemy.

I'm going to leave now,
Anton.
No!

I'm going to leave,
and you are going to stay.

I couldn't bear it
if you hated me.

Just let me go.

You wanted
to tell me my future.

You have no future,
giant.

Let me go.

Nadya.

Nadya!

You can come in.

Sit.

I appreciate
your expediency.

I appreciate your gold.

Good motivation to get this
done tonight.

Did it take long
to make the candle?

You don't believe in this,
do you?

It's up to you to make
a believer out of me.

Give the fire a moment
to do its job.

Dawn is a good time
to see the future.

Just as a new day is born.

What is this ceromancy
supposed to tell me?

This is a doctor's word
for see in wax, yes?

Yes.

I like you, domnule.

We both use strange words
to confuse those around us.

I did not pay for banter.

I am to see in wax, yes?

Hard to do until
the candle melts some.

Perhaps there are other things
we can do to pass the time.

No.

I promise I'm well
worth the price.

The only woman I ever loved

had her neck snapped,
like dry wood.

Don't touch me again.

I do not like threats
so much.

Do not mistake me
for some common alley rat

you can gut
and leave in the snow.

I am a barrack, a doctor,

and in no way a man
to be trifled with.

Then why come to me?

Because all sane means of
finding my query have failed.

So I must resort to this.

Desperation can be
a good thing, boierule.

Could be the best thing.

What do you see?
Give me a moment.

This is an art,
not a science.

Do not bait me, woman.
I asked you a question.

What do you see in that --
Who do you seek?

Tell me of him.

Speak while the wax warms.

The more I know,
the clearer I can see.

He is large,
very tall and broad.

Good.

He burned through my life
like wildfire.

He murdered my brother,
my father, my friends, my wife.

Yes.
I can see it.

He is close.

How close?

Very.

You have tracked him
to Ingolstadt, yes?

Yes.
I was a student here.

It was where
we were first...

acquainted.

I thought perhaps he would
return here, maybe --

He has.

Wait,
you must stop this hunt.

What do you see?

There is a chain wrapped tight
around the two of you.

If you continue to hunt him,
it will be death for you both.

I don't care if my death
is to bring his about,

then it will be worth it.

You speak madness.
Stop.

Rebuild a life.

If you leave this place,
you and your prey

will never see
each other again.

I can't.

He's more than my prey.

Any lives he takes fall
squarely on my head.

I don't understand.

I made him.

This man is your son?

He is no man.

He is a monster.

Scarred and now.

You've seen him?
No.

Tell me where he is.
Let me go.

You have no gypsy camp
to come to your rescue, woman.

Tell me where he is.
I saw death in the water.

If you continue to hunt him
any longer,

you will meet your end in the
land of snow and frozen seas.

I don't give a damn
about your prophecies.

Tell me where he is.

Kill me and you'll
never see him again.

There are other gypsies
besides you.

I imagine my coin would
make them very forthcoming.

Is that it?

I should be a better man
than this.

So say all dogs.

But for one mistake,
my life was to be

full of light.

A family, a noble title,
a scientific advancement.

And now --
Ah, yes.

All eyes weep for you,
rich man.

I would gladly part
with every Franc

if it meant putting an end
to this nightmare.

Yours has been a hard life,
I take it?

That is what I think
of your pity.

And what do you
think of this?

There is enough here
for you to start over.

The dream of every pauper.

And all you have to do is tell
me where to find the monster.

So, that you can kill him?

I'm not killing him.

I am taking back a life
I should never have given.

This is not your story.

Take these coins and
remove yourself from it.

Sit.

We have much to discuss.

Stop your worrying,
woman.

I've returned
with more schnapps.

We'll be just fine.

Hey!

Anton, are you hurt?

Anton!
Oh, my God!

Hold on, boy!

I'll get some bandages
or something!

I want to die.
Don't worry!

Not so long
as I am here.

This knife,
I buried it deep.

No man
could have survived!

Every man should die.

What are you talking about?
I'm not a man!

I thrust its teeth
into my heart,

through the muscles
between the ribs.

I could feel the blade
touch my backbone!

I saw the blood
going out of the hole!

That's impossible!

And my mind
did not stop it!

I still hate!

I still...

I should never live!
I should never have lived!

I am a mockery of nature!

The night we met, I came here
to die, to this cemetery.

Can you help?
Will you help me?

Help you what?
Die! I want to die!

No! No!

Everything
turns against me.

Kurt,
you're my only friend.

If you don't kill me...
I won't!

...then I will kill you.

Okay?
I do not wish to,

but I can feel already murder
rising up inside me,

and soon I will turn mad,
and when that happens...

Here!
Here, take this.

What?
Take this!

Strangle me!
No!

Strangle me!
No! No! No!

My breath will stop
and my heart will follow.

No!
Listen to me!

I may have --
I may have broken

every vow
that I've ever taken,

but I will never kill a man;
and certainly not you!

I want the pain to stop!

It doesn't.

I'm no better
than anyone,

but life isn't about
the absent of pain!

It's about enduring it!

I cannot.

I cannot.

I find love, I find peace,
and then everything turns on me.

And when that happens,

I'll feel her neck break
in my hands!

I don't want
to!

Nor do I.
You should fear me!

You should fear
what I can do!

Don't tell me what to do,
lummox!

Get up!

Whatever happened to you
when I was in town,

for God's sakes, it's not
worth killing yourself over!

She said she was my friend.

She was surprised,
and then --

and then she saw
what I really was.

She saw what I truly am.

And she fled.

I should have known
it was a woman.

You're not the first one to go
mad over a broken heart, Anton.

Nor will you be the last.

All my life
I have been betrayed.

Always.
Always.

No such thing.

A child is always a child
until he becomes a boy,

and then a man
and then a corpse.

Take it from an old
gravedigger on that.

She said I have no future.

Will you wake up tomorrow?

Will something happen then?

That's the future.

Happens whether we think
it will or not.

Oh, my God.
I'm sorry!

Why?
Didn't that hurt?

Where you cut
yourself?

No,
I didn't cut myself.

I stabbed myself!

I'd think you were drunk already
if I hadn't drained

the last
drop myself yesterday.

You don't believe me?

No, but when a man loves
a woman and then...

I just think you're not thinking
straight is all.

Do you know much
about women?

Well, yes.

Well, not as much as some.

What kind of question
is that?

I don't know. How many kinds
of questions are there?

You were right about me.

I was a priest, long ago.

A lifetime ago.

I was happier then,
until I met a woman.

Had you not
met women before?

No.

This woman in particular.

Oh.
A married woman at that.

The father hired her on
to clean the church.

She wasn't a real beauty, Anton,
but her heart,

so kind and pure

and nothing but love
for this whole rotten world.

We talked,
and she laughed.

Oh, that laugh.

Hers was a marriage
of convenience,

though not that convenient
for me.

I loved her.
I didn't want to.

I tried not to, but it happened
all the same.

Did she love you in return?

She did.

So I abandoned everything
I ever believed in,

this whole life I thought was
going to be my fate forever.

All for her.

What of the husband?

We kept that the secret
at first,

her from him,
me from the church.

But secrets never keep.

So I left the clergy
and she left her husband,

but he killed her, Anton.

Took a knife and just...

Then he came after me.

I was in the church
saying my goodbyes

when all of a sudden
this madman burst in.

He grabs me.

He throws me up
against the altar

and he sets
the church on fire.

Says he was going to send us
all to hell.

Poor bastard didn't count
on him dying first.

The timbers went up
like match sticks

and the burning curtains,
they fell on him.

That seems just.

Oh, there was justice
to be had that night,

but that wasn't it.

So there I was watching
everything

I know burn around me,
except it wasn't just me.

Five other people, men who had
been my friends

my entire life,
were going to die

because of what
I had done.

You did not
set the fire.

Oh, I didn't strike the tinder,
but I lit it all the same.

But I knew I had to get
to these men out.

The whole church
was falling in on itself.

So I started grabbing these men
and dragging them out.

The last of them,
my friend Gregor,

I had him over my shoulder
when all of a sudden,

down comes crashing
a support beam.

I managed to toss him out,
but then everything went black.

When I woke up,
the church, gone.

My leg, crushed,
broken beyond repair.

And th was justice, Anton.

I do not understand.

God was punishing me
for what I had done.

He could have killed me
that night,

but I guess he's kinder
than that, or crueler.

Hard to tell sometimes.

So the church kept me on as
a courtesy, tending the dead.

Every night since that night,
I spend cleaning the paths,

reading the stones
and drinking away a life

I remember the way someone
remembers a story

he was told long ago.

Why did you tell me this?

One day, Anton,
I will have to look

God in the eye and answer
for what I have done.

I think it will be easier if
I can do something good again.

You don't have to leave.

I don't want you to.

I'm not.

I said I'd tell you
about my face

when you told me
about your limp.

Oh, my God.

God had nothing
to do with it.

Anton, don't go!

Whatever you have done,
whatever has happened to you,

this is your home now,
if you want it.

I've never had a home.

Never is a lot like always,
it only exists until it doesn't.

Good.

Now I'm going to cook us
up some supper.

Where did you throw
my beans?

Ah, ah.

Put those down.

You don't need them here.

Don't stand there, we're going
to clean this place up.

How does it feel?

Strange.

Being out in the open
as you are?

Yes.
I feel taller.

I'm not sure --
Christ, don't get
any taller on me.

I already need a damn ladder
to look you in the eye.

I'm so used
to hiding myself.

Every time I went
unwrapped,

the result
was always violent.

Well, there's no need
for that here.

Here, it's just me
and the buried bones.

I like your company, and there's
more than any other.

You can still do your work
at night.

This is your graveyard
as much as it's mine.

Perhaps even more so.

I do more work than you.

You made a joke,
didn't you?

I did.
Not bad, lummox.

Not bad.
Thank you, runt.

What?

You call me lummox,
I can call you runt.

I'm not a runt.
You're just enormous.

And no more stabbings,
okay?

Finding corpses your size with
clean shirts is hard enough.

This is beautiful.

You think so?
I do.

There's such order,
these grave markers.

It's like
a garden of stone.

And the trees,
guarding them.

The moonlight shining through
the branches,

making paths of light
through the mist.

It's so alive.

Not many say that
about this place.

They don't see it
my way.

I cannot see the dead,

only the growing,
the living things.

The trees.

The vine.

The birds that sing
at night.

So alive.

I never saw it that way.

Do you now?

Oh, cold wind.

May be another
storm coming.

Come on.
Let's go get inside.

No.

You want to get thunderstruck,
as tall as you are?

I don't feel lightning
and thunder.

I feel the wind
on my face.

So do I, so let's just
go get inside.

Is this God?

What?

What do you feel?

Nothing.
Here.

What do you feel here?
I don't.

It's God's breath.

It's life.

It's all around us.

How do you know?

I just know.

Kurt, what is it?

Nothing.

Kurt, I'm your friend.
Yes?

Yes.
If I upset you,
then you need to --

You didn't upset me.
Yeah, I just...

When the wind blows,
all I feel is the wind.

And you stand around here
talking of God.

What do you know about it?

Do you know
what I would give to feel

God's presence again?

You're a priest.

No, I was a priest,
and not

a very good one at that.

Ever since the day God took
my church and my leg,

he wants nothing
to do with.

He turns his back.

I turned mine.

That's that.

A man burnt
your church down.

You tried to stop it.

And I'm sure the ashes
thank me for my efforts.

Do you see this?

This is all I have left
of that place.

Whenever my thoughts
turned to darkness,

all I had to do
was look at this.

Holds this.

And it was as if God was
holding my hand,

consoling me.

Now it's just cold,
dead wood.

Then why do you
still have it?

Enough of this
standing around.

My leg is locking up.

I want to stay
a little longer.

We have no graves
to dig tonight.

I know.
I'm just happy.

I want to stay.

You don't have to ask
my permission.

I told you this was your home,
didn't I?

You want to stay?
Stay!

Lummox.

Thank you.

Runt.

Trying to speak to birds?

I wonder what they think
you said.

Nadya.

Salutari, Anton.

I came here to warn you.

There are worse things
in the cemetery

than you and I
this night.

Hey!
Hey, who the hell are you?

Get out of my...

Wait a minute.
I know you, don't I?

We worked together, after a
fashion, a year ago.

You're that doctor.
Yes?
Victor.

Oh, Christ, the one I dug
up the corpses for.

Yes.
That's why I'm here in fact.

No, no, no, no. I'm telling you
now what I told you then!

Hear me out.
I am not pulling

another poor soul
out of the earth for you.

Never again.
That's just it, though.

They don't have souls.

See,
that's the mistake I made.

There's no equation for it.
No chemical formula.

That part of them
has gone forever.

What are you
talking about?

Our child has come home,
Mr. Volker.

I made life with your help.

Didn't your partner talk to you?

I'm certain there needs to be
a lady involved somewhere.

What I did was far
beyond impregnating some girl.

I made life.

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

I don't want to know!

And get out of here
before I toss you out!

Why do you think
I asked for parts

instead of entire bodies,
hmm?

I wanted the strongest arms,
the sharpest eyes,

the fiercest heart.

Each individual piece
had to be perfect.

Oh, but the sum total
was abominable.

Get yourself to an inn
and sleep it off!

Now that abomination
is here.

You've got a gun.

Sit.

Calm yourself.

The bullet
isn't for you.

You're a priest, yes?
Something of that sort.

I think I remember
you saying that once.

Yes.

Can you still absolve
a man of his sins?

No, that part of my life
died long ago.

What if...

Could you try?

I'm sorry.
It doesn't work that way.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

You have to believe me.
All right.

The work I was doing,
it was to preserve life,

perhaps indefinitely.

I don't know how it became
what it became.

Doctor, you're --
No, Victor. Please.

Victor, you seek absolution
from a man,

and not much
of a man at that.

My days in the confessional
are long behind me.

Just hear me out.

I beg you.

Mr. Volker,

when a child is born
naturally, as God intended,

it has time to grow,
to learn and adapt.

I think --

I think this is where a soul
is formed.

But my creature
lacked all that.

He began his existence
fully formed

in a body stronger
than any 10 men,

but with the emotional capacity
no greater than an infants.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I'm sorry, I don't.

A baby is upset.

It lashes out.

But it is small, fragile,
can harm no one.

Now imagine that same
blind emotion pure

and unaffected by thought,

but with the strength
of a giant behind it.

What the hell --
I fled from it.

I saw it rise up.

I saw its scarred
and mangled face.

Its dead, soulless eyes.

And I ran.

I left it to the world
in hopes

that it would sputter out
and die.

But it didn't die.

It endured in the world.
It offered it nothing but hate.

And so it became as monstrous
within as it was without.

It tracked me down.

Killed my brother first.

William.

No more than 10 years old,
and it snapped his neck

for no other reason
other than bringing me anguish.

My servant, Justine,
was next.

And My friend, Henry.

A man who had never hurt
any living being, dead.

My servant's dead,
my father and my wife.

My...

My beautiful Elizabeth.

I saw him standing over her
broken body,

pointing at it
as he glared at me.

But he left me alive,

always alive to suffer his
wrath.

Now I have hunted him
these long months,

and my hunt
has led me here.

I've come to warn you,
the creature I described --

Anton!
What?

His name is Anton,
and he is that man no longer.

You know him?

He is my friend.
What did you say?!

Please, he is not what he was.
He has found peace here.

He has deceived you.

He's as clever
as he is savage.

He wanted to die!

He came here to die!
That's what he said.

But no, what he really wanted
was hope and friendship.

Hope?

Friendship?

What?

What?!

Oh, my day!

Doctor, I'm sorry.

Doctor, I'm sorry for what
he has done to you.

I am.
No man should suffer like that.

But I'm telling you,
if you leave, if you let him go,

he will never hurt
another living soul.

So, this is your face?

Yes.

Can I touch it?

Why would you want that?

I'm curious.

Last time you laid your hands
on me, you ran in fear.

I know.

I'm not inclined
to trust you now.

How could I hurt you?

You hurt me already,
deeply;

and I have no desire
to experience that again.

You came here to warn me?

Then do so and be gone.

There's a man in Ingolstadt,
he is hunting you.

I'm no stranger to that.

He is your father.

What?
About this tall.

Dark hair, wild eyes.

He came to me last night,

paid me to see his future,
to help him find you.

And you did this?

Did you tell my father
I was here?!

I live in filth!

I have no family anymore,
no friends.

Only men who would pay
to see their future

and to see up my skirts.
You...

This man offered more gold
than I could earn in a year.

You betrayed me.

Yes, damn it, and I'm trying
to make it right.

Why? Why would you care if he
finds me, if he ends my life?

To you I'm just a monster.
Stop attacking me.

I have not attacked you yet,
little gypsy.

You should know that because
you are still breathing.

I protected you.

Your words mean
less than nothing.

He told me what you did.

The people you killed.

His brother, his wife.

You may look your crooked nose
down on me,

but you are no innocent.

You have bloodied your hands
more in a year

than I could in a lifetime.

I came here to become
something better than I was.

I left man's world behind
and entombed myself here.

I have traveled further
than you can imagine,

and this much
I know is true.

Unless you flee to the frozen
north itself,

you will never
be free of men.

The doctor said he had
some business to attend to,

someone he had
to warn about you.

Do you know what that means?
No.

It means you can
leave here tonight

and be gone
before he finds you.

That is what I came here
to say.

First you sell me to my enemy
and then you aid in my escape?

Do not presume
to know my mind.

This is my home.

Then it is good there are
many graves here,

for the doctor
will most likely but you in one.

I've done
what I came here to do.

Flee or die,
the choice is yours.

I should break your neck.

I have done worse
for less.

Try it,
and I'll cut your throat.

You can try.
Stay back.

You are the only woman
who has ever shown me kindness.

I should have known better
than to trust you.

Let me go.
Why?

So, you can cut my throat?

I won't hurt you.
Please.

We are far past that,
Nadya.

Part of me always loved you
the first moment I saw you.

You are so beautiful.

I wanted to be that close
to your beauty.

You still can be.

You're just saying that
to save your life.

I can hear the lie
in your voice.

I'm not lying.
I'm not lying.

Look at me.
Look at me.

Do you wish these dead lips
to kiss you?

These patchwork
hands to caress you?

Or does your bile rise when
I'm this close to your face?

I could run from you now,
but I am still here.

There is no gain
in this for me.

Why?
Because I have hurt you.

Because I will
not do it again.

Stop.

Anton, stop.

This face...

is not
such a bad face.

I was trying to kill you.

No.
I had my hands
around your neck.

You lashed out at one
who could hurt you,

but no, you would
not have killed me.

You are that man
no longer.

How do you know?

Because that man hid
his face from the world.

You have nothing
to hide now.

I will be sad
to leave this place.

I'm sorry that you must.

But you found a little piece
of your soul here.

Perhaps there are other pieces
out there, I think.

You kissed me.

Yes.

I think it was goodbye.

As do I.

Kurt.

Kurt, if you're asleep,
I have to wake --

Doctor.

Do not move.

Do not think of moving.

Am I understood?

I do not fear you.

I don't need your fear.

I need your acquiescence.

Where's Kurt?

He's safe.

And if you wish him
to remain thus,

you will do as I say.

Sit.
If you have hurt --

I said sit.

Can you sense it?

In the dark?

The hatred between us clings
to the air like a cold mist.

What do you want,
Father?

Don't call me that.

I am not your father.

If not you, then who?

You are the devil's orphan,
if you are anything at all.

God and the devil?

I thought you put no stake
in such things.

My perspective has grown
since you destroyed my life.

What is this?

If you wish to see the
gravedigger again, you will --

Kill me and you will never
know where I hid Mr. Volker.

He'll die of his wounds
unless I tend to him.

I have every
advantage now.

Even if you kill me,
you'd only bring me peace.

But for your friend's sake,

quench your thirst.

You mean to poison me.

I mean to drug you,
actually.

Poison would end
this too quickly,

considering your
distinct metabolism.

But I'm confident the contents
of that cup

will weaken your body without
dulling your mind too much.

I want you awake
for what comes next.

What does come next?

Put cup to lip
and find out.

You'll willingly
cripple yourself

for the sake of a drunken
wretch you barely know?

He is my friend.

You are a collection
of corpses.

Somewhere between a charnel pit
and a butcher's floor.

You have no friends.

And so the chemicals
do their work.

Don't bother fighting it.

I fought all my life.

No one knows
that better than I.

You know, I thought...

I thought I wouldn't
be able to control myself

when I saw you again.

I have a great desire to revenge
myself upon you, but you --

you have no idea, no idea
of the time nor resources,

the very lifeblood,
all the things

I poured
into your creation.

You were meant to be the
greatest scientific achievement

mankind had ever witnessed.

I want very much to know
where that went wrong.

You will never know.

Don't be petulant, beast!

Let your death
mean something.

I have no answers
for you.

You are in many ways
a perfect being.

Stronger than any man before,
senses sharper

than any animals.

And your mind,

I put within your misshapen
skull the mind of a genius.

And yet here you are,
a rag covered madman.

What a waste.

Why did you
become this demon?

What turned you into this?

You.

All my short life,

I've only wanted
one thing --

your love.

Even when you abandoned me,
I wanted to know you.

A father's love,
all any child wants.

Quiet.

Instead you gave me hate,
and I took that hate

and I poured it
where my soul should have been.

I am sorry.

Sorry that I
ever made you.

Sorry that you lived long enough
to become this thing.

Sorry that yours has been
a life of unending horror.

But I have paid
for my mistakes.

You have to pay for yours.

Do you understand me?

I don't know.

After all I have done,
it seems you should kill me.

But for the first time,
I want to live.

The answers I seek,

I'll never find them,
will I?

I do not know.

I just...

I can make
some sense of this.

Everything
that has happened...

Perhaps then I would...

I suppose it doesn't matter
in the end.

Is this the end?

Yes.
I believe it is.

Wait. No.
My friend.

Let me see my friend.

I owe you nothing!

You owe me everything!

I exist only
because of you!

You won't trick me again.

Please!
Please!

I beg you!

Let me tell him goodbye.!

Indeed.

There's still something human
left inside you.

Here.
Say your goodbyes.

I thought you left him
near death.

A small lie would be
the least of my sins.

Untie me, you whore's son.

I'll rip your throat out
with my teeth.

Kurt, listen.

Has that bastard hurt you?

A sedative only.

Christ,
I'm glad to hear that.

You've got to listen,
Kurt.

I'll get us out of this, boy.
Don't you worry.

Thank you
for teaching me everything

that was worth knowing.

The last past week,

I became someone better
just because of you.

What are you saying?

Goodbye.

Close your eyes,
Mr. Volker.

No!
I'll give you anything.

Whatever you want.
If I don't have it, I'll get it.

Just don't hurt him.

It's true then.

You care for each other?

I don't want
to see him die,

and I don't want
to see you damned.

My damnation is forgot
at this point, but...

I have an idea, beast.

You were right about me,
partially at any rate.

I never taught you anything.

Every lesson you ever learned
you learned

at the bootheel
of the world.

But now I can show you something
before you cease to be.

What?

This -- this is to slit
your throat in a moment.

But, the pistol.

The pistol isn't
for you anymore.

No, Christ!

You have murdered every single
person I have ever cared about,

and I will show you
what that feels like.

Kurt.

The pain you reap
with all your life

is nothing compared
to the lessons I'll give you.

No!

The dosage was not correct,
Father.

Anton, don't!

You would have killed
the only person

that ever showed me kindness
and call it justice.

Please help.

You said if I kill you,
you'll find peace.

Let us see.

Then I will be
free of you at last.

Stop!

He has to die!

I am not a man!

You are a man!

Watch out!

Get it off.

Off of me.

He'll live.

I had to be sure.

Are you all right?

No.

But I'll live.

What do we do now?

All clear.

Oh, you're quite a sight.

So I've been told.

The policemen?
Gone.

And they took the doctor
with them.

What did you tell them?

The truth, more or less.

The doctor came in raving,
attacked me,

and I managed
to fight him off.

That was not the truth.

I could have taken him out
if you hadn't showed up first.

I think you're wrong.

What do you know?

I know what
embellishment means.

You're getting a feeling
for jokes.

I'm learning.

That was quite a trick,
by the way.

Catching the bullet.

Oh, I'm faster than most.

Thank you.

For being fast?

No, for saving my life,
you damned lummox.

Had I not come here, your life
would never have been in danger.

I don't care for the wheres
and whyfores, I...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The doctor
said mum about you.

I thought as much.

He wants
to kill me himself.

Maybe he'll stop now.

He will never stop.

The only thing I have done
is gained a little time.

Alright then.
What will you do with that time?

I have to leave, Kurt.

No, you don't.

I do.
You know I do.

Because of the doctor?

Who knows how long
they'll put him behind bars.

He attacked a priest.

He will escape, and he will
hunt me till he's dead.

And I no longer have it in me
to kill him.

Maybe you never did.

I did.

Before I came here,
before I met you,

murder came as easily to me
as breathing.

I want you to stay.

So do I.

Wherever I am,
no one is safe.

Tonight taught me that.

This is your home.

And I will always think of it
like that

no matter where I go.

The doctor told me something
I think you should know.

What?
Do you know why
you came here?

To this graveyard?

Yes.

I was lost and wandering,
and then I found myself here.

I think there's more to it
than that.

I know what you are, a man made
from the parts of others.

Yes.

This is where those parts
came from.

About a year ago
this young doctor

gave me a bag of gold
for some dead bodies.

Well, parts of them,
anyways.

You are the one
who found me?

It's not so strange a thing,
medical students

paying for fresh corpses.

I am alive
because of you.

I suppose so.

I always thought of the doctor
as my father.

Alright.

Does that make you
my mother?

Christ, I'm glad
I didn't have to nurse you.

I will miss you
greatly then.

You wouldn't have to miss me
if you just stayed, damn it.

Kurt, I have a soul now.

I did not then, but I do now,
because of you.

I don't give out souls,
Anton.

I just helped you recognize it
for what it was.

You have given me so much.

Thank you.

Goodbye, lummox.

Goodbye, my friend.

Just watch over him,
alright?