All language subtitles for Diabel English

The film unit "X"
presents

Starring:

Introducing:

"The Devil"

What's going on here?

This young officer
has disobeyed his orders.

He paid the soldiers

and they rose
in defiance of the coming armies.

But they say there's been no
resistance anywhere.

They say the parliament

has endorsed
the partition of the country.

I've never touched
a human body before.

Who are you?

I have orders to escort the
political prisoners

held in this convent to Warsaw.

- There are only two.
- I know, I know.

They are not under guard
any more, poor men.

- The servants have fled.
- Yes.

Hurry!
They are coming shortly.

The sisters will show you the way.

I must go back there!

Are you Jakub,

who has been sentenced
to death for attempted regicide?

No, no!

So you are Jakub, Jakub.

Quiet. We have to run,
before all hell breaks loose.

Help me!

He is very weak.
He had a fit.

Oh, Tomasz. I am truly sorry!

I cannot take you along,
but neither can I leave you here.

I'm going to get you out of here.

Get me out of here...
Yes...

Come on.

One moment. I have papers.

Yes, please.

These people!
Thank you.

Hold your fire!

Fire!

All I want is for you
to go back home! Remember!

Promise that you will.
Go back home!

Take her to look after
and comfort you.

She's a poor orphan.

Freedom in return
for that one promise!

You get it?

Just one promise, remember!

Don't you recognise me?

Jakub, it was me who saved
you from that bloodbath!

Don't be a fool.
I saved your life.

Here is the witness.

And Tomasz?

Well, he didn't make it.
I saw him die.

But I went out of my way
to save you!

And what happened here?

They are soldiers
from the last war.

Did we lose?

Yes. The parliament has endorsed
the partition of Poland.

- I must go to Warsaw.
- Nobody must do anything now.

Remember?
You promised to go back home.

- What do you want?
- Nothing.

Treat me as if I was
a clergyman.

I trust that you won't go astray.

All of your friends have returned
and are waiting for you back home.

Ride!

Is it true that Tomasz is dead?

Do you have a place to go?

Don't say a word, sir,
or you'll tempt evil.

He is sick.

Do you need help, sir?

You're afraid...
Stay with us, young sir.

We accept everyone.

I am Hertz, the owner
of the royal theatres.

I didn't always roam these forests
with this gang of fugitives.

And you are a beauty,
young sir.

None of our boys is
a match for you.

Even though you don't know tricks
and can't act,

we'll cast you in a
tableau vivant;

we'll strip you naked;
we'll show...

- No, I will not...
- You are a fool.

I would not coax you,

but how can we protect
ourselves?

By being in the play?

By being in the play!

Join us, my lord.

We have tightrope walkers, actors,
we move around, we produce shows.

If you're of unsound mind,
you'll be safe with us.

None of them has ever been
a tightrope-walker or an actor before.

But one can learn anything, sir.
I insist.

We have a Turkish girl from afar,

brought all the way
from the Bosphorus.

She knows many a trick
and she's eager.

Come on, I'll show you
what she can do.

Maybe you'll lose your mind
over her.

Want her?
I'm giving her to you, for free.

You are so pale
and very young, I guess,

beneath that dirt
and the beard.

I've been away for years.
I must go home.

I'll let you go,
but strip first.

Let us clean you up, so that
we may admire you a little longer.

Don't be stubborn, cadet.

Now everybody is free
to do anything.

Now everybody runs
far from everything.

Now everybody runs far
from everything.

We did not meet
in a sweeter life.

Do you know me?

The cadet I knew
died long ago.

And he died for sure,

or else we would not have
been going to play

at the wedding party
for his fiancée.

- What are you saying?
- It was you who said that the king

was enthroned by a woman,

and that being enamoured
with the allurements of women

was the root of
this whole decline.

But the king treated you
like children.

So what is a decline, cadet?

A weakness for sin?

Or, is sin the face of
weakness?

Let him go, or else we shall
quarrel for his attentions.

Wait here.
I'll be back right away!

You have come just in time.
All the time I had to shuttle here

between you and this...
embarrassment of a company!

You can't imagine how tiring it is.
It hurts.

Tell me why you secured my release,
if you've been following me all along?

- You don't even let me come...
- I? It's a misunderstanding.

Stop thinking of me.
I am not here!

I am nothing,
like thin air.

While you've been away for so
many years, a lot has changed here.

Take it easy! Take it easy!

It's all my fault.
I am the lowest of rats, a louse.

Why am I showing it to you?
For what purpose? What for?

Look, these are the voguish
patriotic dances

on the grave of our independent
homeland.

They are my friends,
my childhood friends.

Shut up. I have not waited
for you this long

merely to watch them murder you.

- Is that the way you remembered her?
- No.

How do you remember her?

Without that...

Without that fruit
of her sinful love?

- I have the right to show up.
- No, you mustn't be so selfish.

Look at her! She's happy!

If you intrude,
you will complicate her life.

- What is more, you could become...
- What?

...dangerous for her.
Don't you believe?

Come and see.

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

I bless you all,
who have come here

with the godly aim of saving our
miserable, fallen homeland.

To seal this alliance with the
sacrament,

approach and witness this marriage
ceremony which today symbolises

the vows that shall wed you
to the miserable motherland.

- I thee wed...
- I thee wed...

...to cleave to you

- and be faithful to you...
- and be faithful to you.

- In weal and woe...
- ...in weal and woe.

- In wealth and in poverty...
- ...in wealth and in poverty...

Just as I wed...

The fate and the rescue of my
homeland...

- ...until my last drop of blood.
- ...until my last drop of blood.

- ...until I breathe my last.
- ...until I breathe my last.

Witness the national church
and the Supreme Being.

- ...and the Supreme Being.
- Amen.

Amen.

Jakub!

She almost saw you!

You can appear before her
in a moment.

I'm sorry.
It's an excess of emotion.

- It was a ghost, understand?
- No, no!

It was a ghost. Ghosts don't exist.
They don't exist.

Just a ghost, a ghost.
It was a ghost, you see?

A ghost...

You see?

A ghost...

I hate what I am doing to you.

I shouldn't.

It's hideous, damn hideous.

You sacrificed yourself for them,

and they are copulating
right in front of you, like rabbits.

I loathe it, Jakub, I loathe it.

They are animals.

And you, between them,
like Jesus.

You have a fiery sword to demand.

No, no, no!

Why hit me? Why?

I am sick!

You should pity me!

You are like me!
I surrender to you.

Trade off for a fang.

Before the fit, I felt like
God in His youth - omniscient!

Father!

Papa!

Your father, young sir,
is dead.

Dead for two weeks already.

A bullet blew off
the top of his skull.

He took his own life!

The dead father, dead!

You had a home,
castaway, you had a fiancée!

You raised your hand
against the king,

the Lord's anointed!

May you be cursed!

Angels... They are coming!

This is my fiancée's room.
You'll get some rest here.

Why is Father lying naked, and
how dare you wear his clothes!?

Sir, somebody had to, or everything
would have gone to pieces.

The father set it on fire himself.

- And who are you?
- Ezekiel.

Do you know me?

I am from the east,
from the confederates.

I had been warned
that you might come.

Who are you waiting for?

Your sister.

Jakub, Jakub, Jakub!

They told me you went to study,
you were beaten up, you were dead.

Where have you been, sister?
To the ballroom?

Only for a short while.

You won't beat me?

I've learned to take pleasure
from being beaten.

What about our father?

Jakub, your father went mad, crazy!
He said you had left for England.

- What did to this girl?! Ask!
- Who the hell are you?

I am the one who is to marry her!

Calm down, please.

It is going to be different.
Rest.

Do you hear me?

Calm down!
Listen to me!

Sin is like a swamp,
you could drown in it.

If you hit the very bottom,
you rebound

and you rise up to the surface,
purged.

For what's the use of redemption,
if there is no sin?

How else would you face the Lord
if not by telling Him:

give me a place
in the Paradise of Heaven,

for I have known hell on earth.

Come, we must bury Father.

This odour is poisoning the rooms
throughout the entire house.

I beseech you.

Take her.
She won't let me go!

He used to sit under this tree,
reading fairy-tales to me.

My father died a long time ago
in the same place where I was born.

They rose under huge banners
bearing the image of the Holy Virgin

to expel foreign troops from Poland,
rout the heretics,

and eradicate
all that was not Polish.

My father used to say he was a
citizen of a free world

in which all violence and revolution
were the work of criminals

who sully the goodness
to which Man should aspire.

You father believed himself to be a
citizen of the free world,

but the world
is not free, Jakub.

The world is enslaved.

The weak are enslaved by the strong,

the wise are enslaved by the
criminals,

the poor are enslaved by the fools.

And all of us,
dwarfs among the dwarfs,

are in the captivity of God.

So your father was weak.

Why have you
not buried him yet?

I wished to keep
your home intact

and prevent our sister
from going to the dogs.

Our sister?

I am your brother, Jakub.

I am one of your mother's
other sons.

Mother? I have no mother.

My mother has never been
with us.

She has never wanted
to be my mother.

She left us when I was a child.
And later on...

She is back. I have come with her.
She has raised me to be a patriot.

What?

According to your father,

our sister's
body is the same as our mother's,

so she is within our sister...

Younger and not dying of such
debauchery and lasciviousness.

Did you intend to kill me,

or the Mother of God
whom you've killed in yourself?

Ask him.

Ask him.

Answer me!

Answer!

Nations may rot and fall,
but one thing never changes:

traitors, cowards and killers
always prosper.

I can show you the way.

The future belongs
to those with foresight.

That is why you must gain
the awareness.

It is only against this awareness
that the national cause

begins to shine and
becomes what it is,

like the distant Northern Lights.

You see?
That is the whole truth.

I am at your service

and devote my time
to you,

yet you assail
and abandon me,

helpless in the forest.

Mother. Mother. Mother.

I've heard of her a little.

Only she has climbed ahead.

How?

In a reasonable way.

You know how?

By harlotry.
Do you want to see her?

Yes, yes, yes.

Here is the plan and a horse.

You cannot stray.

What a surprise!
A visit from a handsome young man.

Oh, but this young man
is dishevelled,

unhappy, going through a storm
of feelings.

Or maybe he is infatuated
with one of my girls?

With you.

- With me?
- Yes.

But I am the plainest
and the oldest.

- You mustn't fall in love with me.
- Please.

Go away, girls.

Have you come
to make fun of me?

Are you bringing me a letter,
orders, money?

No.

- Are you really fond of me?
- Yes.

This is expensive.

The biggest fortune-holders in the
country used to go bankrupt over me.

Certainly.

There were some who paid
just to have permission to brag

that they had spent
a night with me.

- Will you spread that around too?
- No.

Who are you?!

Why do you stare at me like this?

You are beautiful.

Come, then, come.

Come.

Do it for me.

Please.

Please.

Mother! Mother!

We practice here.
This is our school, you see?

Those are animals and this,
this is a man,

an instrument, a plaything.

I need money,
so what's your choice?

Either you'll watch me with him,
or I'll do it with you.

Your pleasure will be a hundred
times greater than with that old hag.

All she has down there
is one huge wound.

Save your hands!

Where are you?

Don't leave me alone
now!

Where are you!?
I need you!

No, no.
I don't know, no, no, no.

- Were you looking for me?
- Yes.

Give me your hand.

Maybe I'll find my peace with you.

Maybe all will be as it was before.

It is too late, Jakub.

They call you
crazy Jakub,

or Jakub from the nuthouse,

Jakub sick-in-the-head.

Will you catch me, Jakub,
like you used to?

I'm sorry.

Did you know that Mother
now lives not far away from us?

Yes, I knew.

Do you wish to see her?

Father took me for her
shortly before he died.

There were people from the castle,
they asked questions.

I didn't know what to tell them.

They said somebody attempted to
kill the count last night.

You are bloodstained.

Yes, I can still smell this odour.

Now, tell me how
Father really died.

Your father set the house on fire

and shot himself in the head
with a silver bullet

he had unscrewed
from, you know what:

from the sugar bowl.

So why don't you kill me
and end my torture?

I can't, Jakub.

You are my brother.

You are sacrosanct,
Jakub - a symbol.

One day, generations will shed
tears over your name.

What have I done that thou
Dar'st wag thy tongue?

In noise so rude against me?
Such an act.

That blurs the grace
and blush of modesty.

Calls virtue hypocrite,
takes off the rose.

From the fair forehead
of an innocent love,

And sets a blister there,
makes marriage vows.

As false as dicers' oaths...

Ay me, what act,
that roars so loud...?

Mother... have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain
leave to feed,

And batten on this moor?
O shame! Where is thy blush?

Rebellious hell,

if thou cast mutiny
in a matron's bones...

These words like daggers
enter in mine ears.

No more, sweet Hamlet!

To flaming youth
let virtue be as wax.

And melt in her own fire.

A king of shreds and patches!

Save me and hover o'er me
with your wings,

You heavenly guards!
What would your gracious figure?

Alas, he's mad!

Do you not come
your tardy son to chide.

That, lapsed in time and passion,

let go by the important acting
of your dread command?

Do not forget.

This visitation is but to whet
thy almost blunted purpose.

But look, amazement on
thy mother sits.

O, step between her
and her fighting soul!

Speak to her, Hamlet.

How is it with you, lady?

Alas, how is 't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

And with th' incorporeal air do hold
discourse?

...your spirits wildly peep...
your bedded hair...

- I come to take you home.
- You don't need to.

Now I am rich, Jakub.

I'll be able to pay you back
for what you did for me.

You don't understand.

I beseech you.
I want to take you home.

I can't, I must tell you
something.

When they took you away and
sentenced to you to death,

Father went
to Warsaw to intercede

and in return he gave me to those
who had influence at the court.

Finally he gave me to the king
himself.

You did all that for me?

- Jakub, you will have to explain.
- What?

We mourned for you long ago.

I read your death notice myself.

Now you are back
and haunting my wife.

Where is the essence of our vows,
brothers in conspiracy:

fidelity, courage
and self-denial?

You are not answering me.

Nobody came out alive
from the convent

where you and Thomas
had been locked up.

How did you escape?
Why have you come here?

You've known all along
that I am alive.

What can you set against me,

chief conspirer,
a bastard and a whip?

I come only to take what is mine.

Alkar!

Take her away!

Tie him to the horse!

There is nothing wrong
or mean in that.

People are weak. You must understand.
Life is not at a dead centre.

Here we swore to save Poland,
to do all in our power...

To kill the king,
kidnap the ambassadors,

write a new constitution -
a just one.

Here we swore on your and
Thomas's life.

- You betrayed us.
- Never.

They bit you,
they broke your arms!

Never.

You will get nothing of
what belongs to me.

I want that baby. I want her.
You won't wrest her.

You are sick,
Jakub, insane.

I cannot give her back to you.

There is a new conspiracy.

There will be a revolution,
an uprising.

When your father changed so much,

I took her to my house,
gave her a home and the name, Jakub.

I could have been in your
shoes, and you in mine.

You would have done the same.

You recognise it?

- You want to kill me?
- Before you spread more evil.

Listen, you ought
to get treatment.

I cannot give her back now.
I'll give you money.

You'll go abroad,
only give her up,

for the sake of our friendship.
Give her up, for her sake.

That's exactly the truth
about you.

I love her.

You haven't been with me lately.

You were getting on well
all by yourself.

And now?

You are losing strength.

You don't believe in
what I'm showing you.

And what are you showing me?

That you've been rejected.
You sacrificed yourself in vain.

Not in vain.

Around you is a void circle,

except for the stinking corpse,
betrayal, broken vows, uselessness.

Speak.

What does
a lumberjack do

when tangled
boughs block his way in the forest?

He slashes.

You said it.

This is the result, the essence of
all morality, all laws.

When you kill,
you leave behind only a trail.

Thus yours is the work of
expurgation.

Purify. I give it to you.

I place all sins around you
into your possession.

What do you want in return?

I have little time left

and it takes a long time
before you see everything, Jakub.

There are other matters I must
address.

I settle them, restless,
arranging encounters

to speed things up.
We must make it in time.

Make it where?

Remember what happened
at your Mother's?

What?

- You did what had to be done.
- What?!

You purged.

But, Jakub,
I saved your life.

A bad boy.

Look, look how much time

and health I squander
because of you.

- You're waiting for me?
- Yes.

Why?

You are insane.

- So what?
- They call me insane, too.

Why are you telling me that?

Do you like me?

- Yes.
- We, together?

Yes.

I cannot give you anything
but myself.

Do you want to try?

- Aren't you afraid?
- I want you.

Come.

It's my heart.

Drink from it.
Is it good?

I am cold.

- What do you feel?
- Neither fear nor repulsion.

- How are you feeling?
- Differently than so far.

Safe?

You are good to me.

Play, play what you played
at the castle.

...Peace! sit your down
And let me wring your heart,

for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff,

If damned custom
have not brazed it so.

That is proof and bulwark against
sense.

What have I done that thou
Dar'st wag thy tongue.

- In noise so rude against me?
- Such an act.

That blurs the grace and blush of
modesty,

Calls virtue hypocrite,
takes off the rose.

From the fair forehead
of an innocent love,

And sets a blister there,
makes marriage vows.

As false as dicers' oaths...

Ay me, what act?

Have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain
leave to feed,

And batten on this moor?
Ha! Have you eyes?

You cannot call it love,
for at your age.

The heyday in the blood is tame,
it's humble,

And waits upon the judgement.

But sure that sense...

This time I did everything as you
wished.

We wanted the highest glory
for Poland,

control over the magnates,
equality among people,

defence of the old frontiers.

That king was sinful,
naught but lace.

He kept the throne only as
the lover of the tsarist empress.

I had to do it.

The Turkish woman followed you,
and so did our Hamlet!

- They were murdered.
- Murdered? Who killed them?

- Foreign troops.
- You are all bloodstained.

Where have you been?

I killed them with this razor.

Ride on. Leave us alone.
You killed them?

Yes.

Come. I won't tell anyone.

Now I won't defend myself
against anybody.

Don't defend yourself.
Your beauty will defend you.

No!

Help! Help!

See? If I were not here,
who else would help you?

Tell me, who else?

It's you who always push me
into a blind alley.

Who are you? Who?!
A lunatic, a madman?!

To tell you the truth,
I wanted to be a dancer.

My dear, you must not
behave like this.

You must be strong,

survive the worst.

Those were only jokes.

You won't succeed
without a sense of humour.

Stay sober.

Remember,
like a God in his youth!

I am with you.

Now run home, home!

Today there was another ball at the
castle, Jakub.

He will want to kill you.
I told him that I love you.

I'm a big hit with the boys.

I could take a different one home
every day.

It's exciting, captivating!

Terrible!

Terrible!

Did you see Mother?

What is she like?

- She is...
- Her return killed Father.

She came here only once,
for a visit,

and then he shot himself,
and besides...

What?

- I cannot tell you this.
- That boy let you go twice.

I was told you hung around
the minstrels who brought us weapons.

You make secret visits to the castle,
you roam the forest.

You were heard
shouting there.

What do you want, Jakub?
Where do you want to take us?!

- Me and him!
- You've also been to Mother's!

They found the
corpse of one of her girls there.

How do you know this?

Mother brings us money
and orders from Warsaw.

What did you do to her?

Can't you see, dung-brains,

that I want to save her
from hell, from fornication?

By flogging?

- They flogged you, too, in the castle.
- Yes, we deserve to be flogged.

Don't kill him.
I'll do anything you want.

I am illegitimate, Jakub,
a farm-hand.

Nobody!

But I preserve goodness
and virtue.

Meanwhile, you, the righteous,
the hero, shall perish

under the
carrion of the old world!

And I will build you a monument
with these hands of mine.

And she will be...

...lying at its
foot, instead of Beauty.

Them. Who brought them here...?

Did you see?

I slept.

I have erred terribly.

One need not want for anything,
dream of anything.

It's best to understand nothing.

Come.

I shouldn't have taken you along.

Go back where you came from!
Can't you see they are after me!

Go away!

Go!

Like a dog,
like a dog!

If you want to be with me,

you must
be sinful, just as I am.

It's grown long again.

How silly you are.

Blackberries.

There are no blackberries here.
It's winter.

Lots of blackberries.
Aren't you hungry?

Hungry?

Not far from here is the castle where
I used to play as a child.

We'll find it and we'll be safe.

- Shall I tell you how it was?
- Yes.

When I was going
to kill the king

I had a fever
and I let them catch me.

I was not inured to killing.

I fainted on the threshold of
his bedroom.

And now...

Now we are together.

Together?

For the killers and the insane,

for those burning with anger,

who wish to shed the burden
of the Universe's

injustice from their shoulders,
for the proud and the humble,

for those who cause bloodshed,
for the weak and the defeated,

for the helpless,
for the killers, the criminals...

This is blasphemy!
Who are you to accept all that?

Were you with him
when he brought them into the room?

Away! Away!

Wait...

It's a trap. Please don't go there.

At last.

I escaped once they'd
stopped watching me closely.

You knew I would come here?

When they chase you,

when everyone
is against you,

this is your only shelter.

Only we two remember this place.

We cannot stay here.

Now they are hunting
both you and me.

They won't give us a chance.

Only here we go back in time
to the pure beginning,

for this way one can erase the evil
that has been done.

How?

Gently, gently.

I have made our old room ready.

Carry me.

What's wrong with you?
What is it?

Come, you must help!

Jakub!

All sins must meet their
punishment.

This will not be born, either.

Everything has worked out as
you wanted.

My reasoning is boorish,

that is why it agrees
with what is.

You are wiser than me.

But I suffer like you.

I know all about you,

only because I agonise over it
as if it had happened to me.

Come, I'll show you
one more thing. Come.

Go, please.
Go and see.

It's funny, but I can't be angry
with you for long.

There is so much snow there.

I thought I would never find it.

Have you come to hurt me again?

No, lady.

Tell me about you.

When a woman realises
she has hit a wall,

she usually returns
to the places

where she used to be happy,
particularly if they pay her for it.

- Who pays you, Mother?
- Somebody pays.

I earn a wealth of money

and I can
help you to avoid persecution.

And where did the money you gave
Ezekiel come from?

Come on, I'll show you
is really who.

This is Jakub, the killer, my son.

Welcome, welcome...

You see.

See that one?

I had him with the ambassador
of a foreign power.

He is sick in the head,
but strong and handsome.

I brought him from afar to please
wealthy ladies

of the best stock,
and to bring me profits.

In front of you today,

he shall have the one
of your choosing,

in any manner you wish.

Take a vote!

Girls!

Now you see
what I'm offering you.

You will perform in my circus,
you will be safe here.

And if you happen to murder
someone

during your performance,

that licentious company
will be more than delighted.

- He is afraid of losing you.
- He isn't afraid of anything.

He is just a petty clerk.

They don't entrust him
with serious business.

- He is waiting, Mother.
- What for?

Purgation.

He gives you money
to finance such plots?

Money is no offence.

But why is it you, Mother?

Because I am what matters,
not the rest of the world.

A decline never means anything,
Mother.

Only the growth of powers

indicates the provenance
of the light that strikes us.

Mummy, Mummy!

Mum!

Mum!

What for?

Never mind.

Ride on and I'll trick
our pursuers.

When it's all over, come and meet me
under our tree on the hill.

Then you'll hear what I want from
you. Move!

Depravity comes

when people agree to live
without ideals which are not theirs.

The worst depravity is
when one stops protesting.

In the final reckoning,

the worst depravity
is passive acquiescence.

That is why I've dug him up for you.
See how handsome he still is?

He will guard you.

He won't let you flounder in sin,
because you are afraid of him alone.

Only his love
scares the hell out of you,

and only in his cadaverous
all-embracing love

can you find the reflection
of what you yourself really are.

I shall not let you fall, sister.

We shall be rising to the light
together,

until you are cured.

Take arms!
Brothers, compatriots!

Take arms!
Long live!

Listen, Jakub, a national uprising
is in the offing.

We shall arm the peasantry,
give them land,

we'll expel the occupier

and found a church
of National Fraternity.

A man should live nobly,

even if he sees
no reason for it,

simply because, amid this confusion
of beauty and ugliness,

virtue and vice,
where he is to find his own way?

He must wish to remain on the side of
noble-mindedness and good.

And the lumberjack?
What does he do

when he wants to blaze
a trail for himself

through the
tangled boughs?

He slashes.

You said it.

In the name of the Father...
the Son...

Why?

Killer, arsonist, spy!

I did let you go, I did believe
what you said - so why her?

She did love you, didn't she?

She was as innocent
as a flower.

Why?

I challenge you to a duel.

It's between you and me.

You said we are
interchangeable.

I could be in your shoes,
and you in mine.

Lord, please.
He killed the emissary.

The whole plan of this
conspiracy is falling apart.

Ezekiel?

In the name of our old
friendship,

in the name of the woman
we both loved,

in the name of my sacrifice for you
without hesitation, please.

Let him go.

- It's suicide.
- Pistols!

Please, don't.

- Why do you hate me so much?
- Because you are so big.

Jakub, my God, my God,

the hunters will be here
any time now.

They are following your trail.

Here I have prepared
the paper, pen and ink.

What for?

- I want you to give me the names.
- What names?

The names of those you did not
betray under torture.

But you know all those names.

They are the names of the people
you showed me in the ballroom.

I see.

Well, I want you...

to confirm that it was me...

who foiled the conspiracy
against the new authorities.

Sign it.

Come on!

Sign!

What I want from you
after all I have done for you

is just ridiculous.

Sign it, sign it!

Is my signature so important to you?

What is not written does not exist.

What else can I do for you?

Take care of her.

Anything else?

Yes, I want you to help me
climb higher.

All right.

- Listen...
- Yes?

Tell me. Does the world
appear so ugly to me

because I am sick,
or because it really is so?

You ask me a difficult question...

You see, the world is not hideous,
the world is beautiful.

You see, there are flowers,
gardens, fruits, women.

I cannot tell you about it.
I must dance it out for you.

Away!

Change your tone!

You are very close to me.
We are the same.

Go away!... no...

Good, but think
if you'd given me these names

when I asked for them then,
in your cage, on the first day.

What names?
I haven't given you any names.

How sad it is when we are but a mere
plaything in somebody else's hands.

What's your name, little one?
Theodore. Theodore.

Theodore, go back to God.

You behaved amorally.

You wrestled with him as
if his soul was at stake.

But Man has no soul, has he?

Soul, what soul?

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