All language subtitles for Demons.of.the.Mind. 1972.

- (CARRIAGE RUMBLING)
- (WHIP CRACKING)

Come along now.

Only one more. Then we'll be home.

(PANTING)

(PANTS AND GROANS)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(CARRIAGE RUMBLING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(HORSE GRUNTING)

(GASPS AND GRUNTS)

(SCREECHES)

ZORN:...neither chasten me
in Thy displeasure.

For Thine arrows stick fast in me,
and Thy hand presseth me sore.

There is no health in my flesh
because of Thy displeasure,

neither is there any rest in my bones
by reason of...

Psalm 37.

ZORN: For my wickedness's
are gone over my head...

Thirty eight.

My wounds stink and are corrupt.

I am brought into so great a trouble and
misery, that I go mourning all day long.

For my loins are filled with a sore disease
and there is no whole part in my body...

Elizabeth.

You're not going back to
that sanitorium again. You're home.

HILDA: Here's your daughter, Friedrich,
safe and sound again.

This is the child of my flesh, my blood.

How I wish I could give you light
instead of darkness.

Even more, how I wish
you could give it to me.

- Where is Falkenberg?
- He couldn't come with us.

- But he must. We can't stop now.
- He'll be on the next coach.

He couldn't leave immediately
because of some problem with the institute.

Why didn't you say so? Good.

Take her into our home.
This is where you should be. Here, with us.

Take her inside!

(KEYS CLINKING)

ZORN: You look pleased with yourself
as if you've done something good.

HILDA: But how is Emil,
and how're things here?

KLAUS: I'll take her luggage in.

ZORN: Things are as you would expect them.

Don't try to change the subject.
You betrayed my trust.

Do I pay you in mere coin?
Haven't I treated you as one of us?

- But, Friedrich, I am.
- And how do you repay me?

Why did you let her run from you?
Why must she be like this? Love!

This young man you found her with,

we must send him gracious thanks
for the help he gave her.

- And a small consideration for his pains.
- Is that wise? Let him forget her.

Does he know who she is?
Anything about us?

He was living alone in the woods.
Some kind of student of medicine, I think.

But there's no way
of telling what he said to her.

Emil?

Hilda, take Elizabeth.

It can only be the way I say it must be.

We won't be far away.

What are you doing to her?
She looks so pale and sad.

It grieves me, too.

But you can help her. And me, too.
Only, you must do what we say

until you and your sister are well again.

(BELL TOLLING)

Magda!

(BELL CONTINUES TOLLING)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING STOPS)

When did you last see
a Christian priest around here?

A wandering beggar dressed as a priest
to beg and steal.

PRIEST: God's will be done.

You sent me off in this direction,
do not choose to tell me why.

I make no complaint. Nor dare
I question the judgement of this rain.

I'm a stranger here.

Yet, I have been led here,
I have work to do.

But what?

- Where have I seen that man before?
- The roads are full of them.

Perhaps it's time the fear of God came back.

I wore my loveliest dress.

I looked almost beautiful.

Everyone said I did, but he didn't come.

I waited and waited, but he never came.

So long ago.
Now, I'm not sure I didn't invent him.

You know this doesn't take long.

(YELLS) Magda!

- Have you seen Magda?
- No!

You should never have gone away from us.

We know that, but now you're home.

Everything will be as it used to be, won't it?

Emil!

I want to see her.

- Why can't I? Why?
- Because it's best for you.

Don't! We love you both.
Would we want to hurt either of you?

- Elizabeth, you must wake up!
- Emil! Emil, please!

Quickly.

Emil, my dear son.

You're not going near her.
You're not gonna hurt her any more.

There were times you do not remember
when we were all younger.

And when your mother was with you,
and you were a family.

Whatever has happened since then,
I want it to be as it was.

Don't you?

Sometimes it's difficult to understand,
isn't it?

But please trust in what he has to do to you.

- No.
- For just a little longer.

Just until Doctor Falkenberg comes.

FALKENBERG: Demons of the mind.

Mankind is on the brink of understanding
itself at last. Pure knowledge.

And myself, leading the hunt.

A pity you gave up your studies.
You have ideals. That's rare.

Science could use you. Or I could use you.

Though I understand
you distrust my methods.

Yes. I distrust the notoriety they earned you.

And the way any success is achieved
only through the suffering of others.

That's our profession. That's society's fault.

But I hear you've now fallen from grace.

Fallen? Thrown. Hurled. Ejected.

But it's of no consequence.

Better men than I have been booted
out of Vienna. And I have a new patron.

My work goes on.

And you have no philosophy
of what things are? What they mean?

The world is chaos.

We must try to find some order
in our small part of it.

There's no time to be
philosopher enough for you.

The coach may be early. Leave now.
Take the larger trap.

They'll be a bulky load.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Winter's far away. We need no fires.

Thou wert fair, my love.
There was no spot indeed.

Perhaps she was right.
Death is the only answer.

- (GRUNTS)
- (WHIP CRACKING)

PRIEST: The Lord commands thee, stop!

Escarius,
pull again with the sorcerer's moon.

The demon walks in the forest of night!

Beware my words, you fools,
for they are His commands!

- (GRUNTS)
- (WHIP CRACKING)

Hold!

(GROANS)

- His leg's broken.
- Suffering humanity for you.

I hope you haven't forgotten
how to set a bone.

There isn't a doctor
within 15 kilometres of this place.

- I'll try to find some help. You stay with him.
- What else can I do?

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- (WOMAN LAUGHING)

(MOANING AND LAUGHING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

There's something wrong. Get dressed.
Be along, now.

(WIND RUSHING)

Whoa, boy.

- CARL: Hello?
- What's happened?

- FISCHINGER: What happened?
- They broke from the coach. It crashed.

- The coachman's hurt, he needs help.
- Where?

- Up the road, by the forest.
- Then help will be in short supply.

- Why?
- Superstition, fear.

If you lived in this village, you'd understand.

What about a doctor?

Horses and people, I can look after.
Can you hold him?

I won't be a minute.

- Anyone else hurt?
- No. The other passenger's fine.

- INGE: How far are you travelling?
- CARL: Only as far as this.

Here? No one ever comes here.
More's the pity.

- Not even friends of Baron Zorn?
- He has no friends.

- Come on, let's go.
- Come on, boy. Come on then.

(GASPS)

I see you didn't get lonely.

He doesn't mean anything.
Not the way you do.

We can't have you forgetting, can we?

- Come on then. Remind me.
- No, there's no time tonight.

I'll see you later. As usual.
The doctor will be waiting, I'll have to hurry.

FISCHINGER: Whoa, boy.

I thought you said there was a passenger.

CARL: Falkenberg?

Falkenberg!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

- Where's my patient?
- ZORN: Falkenberg...

You should have been here earlier.
Damn you!

Klaus, come and help me.

FALKENBERG: This is a most extreme case.

But everything is going to be successful.

A cure will prevail, a solution will be found.

Concentrate on the flame.

The basic principle of my work
assumes the existence of a universal fluid,

a force uniting all living things,
which this magnetic apparatus can harness,

to bring your innermost secrets
to the surface.

Make them comprehensible,
allow us to act upon them.

And destroy the evil in my blood.

If you wish to look at it like that.

Concentrate upon the candle.

You told me before of the legends of insanity
and incest that are part of your family history.

You told me of disturbing nightmares,

- but you had forgotten some details.
- Yes.

- You felt yourself becoming like...
- An animal,

prowling in the night.

The stars above me and pale moon smiling,
urging me on.

FALKENBERG: The moon affects tides
and oceans. It affects the universal fluid.

It affects us all in some way.

ZORN: But not like these nightmares.
A bloodlust coursed through me.

I relish the thought, the very idea of blood.

Like my ancestors before me,

I saw myself an evil demon of the forest,
lusting to kill.

And that I would die a ritual death
as they did.

- But still, my desires were violent, obscene.
- Go on.

ZORN: Shapes...

Ivory, not fur...

Hair flowing...

Blood, flesh.

FALKENBERG: Dreams of sexual fear
suppressed through guilt.

You are incapable
of carrying out these fantasies,

and now, you and your children
share these impulses, they are the key.

Tell me about the children.

ZORN: I had to marry, have children,
continue my line.

But would they inherit the madness?
The evil in my blood?

I chose a peasant woman, clean, pure blood.

My wedding night, her virgin blood flowing,

crying out in pain,
yet not wanting me to stop.

Wanting me to go on despite the pain.

The blood, it disgusted me.

- The blood...
- Go on.

- ZORN: I can't.
- You will remember.

The children were born, your line secure.

But then, you could no longer make
love to her, never again. You were impotent.

ZORN: Yes, and the blood
and the nightmares...

I drove her to madness and to suicide.

(SCREAMING)

We are going to win.

But there is much to do before we triumph
over the darkness of the mind,

the insanity of the soul.

The evil in your blood.

(HISSES)

- (DRUMS BEATING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

ALL: (CHANTING) We carry death!

We carry death to the fires of hell.

All is well!

We carry death to the fires of hell.

All is well!

Show them the way. Show me the way.

Surely, this is my purpose, too.
To root out evil and destruction.

ALL: (CHANTING) All is well!

- All is well!
- (ALL SCREAMING)

ALL: (CHANTING) We carry death
to the fires of hell! All is well!

All is well!

We carry death to the fires of hell!

All is well!

We carry death to the fires of hell!
All is well!

What sort of a ceremony is this?

It's called, "Carrying out death."
It's older than time.

- What does it mean?
- Don't know.

That we're all still alive, maybe.

- Got the horse saddled for you.
- Good.

- How far is Zorn's estate?
- Far enough.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(WHIMPERING)

- What's wrong?
- It's a warning of death.

- But it's only a ritual.
- No.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(ALL CHEERING)

(CRYING)

- (GASPS)
- Fear me not.

- You're a man of God?
- I am a child of God.

As are we all, but I do His work.

- I do not port it as some would, but... Why your tears?
- My daughter didn't come home last night.

I thought she was delayed by the storm,
but she's not here this morning. I don't know what to think.

Your grief is justified. She's dead.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

- But straw devils don't spill human blood!
- Shut up!

The demon walks again!

- Get away from me and my grief.
- Now, listen to me.

Why do you persecute me,
for then you persecute Him?

She had no fear of the forest
but I shouldn't have let her go there!

MAN: Fool, she's not dead,
she's lost in the forest.

We'll search and find her! Yes! Come on!

Jesus!

(CRACKS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, are you there?

- Emil.
- Elizabeth, thank God you heard.

You've got to help us.

Elizabeth, where's Auntie Hilda?

- She's here, she fell asleep.
- Elizabeth, she has keys.

You've got to get them.
Then we can get far away from here.

- We'll be safe together.
- I'll try.

(SNORING SOFTLY)

I've got them.

Elizabeth, I don't know what madness is upon us.
As long as you're safe.

- You look so sad.
- It'll pass.

(SIGHS) It's been a nightmare.

We're not woken yet.
Not till we're safe from here.

They say they love us, but I could kill them
for what they've done to you.

Shh.

Friedrich! Klaus!

Come on!

HILDA: Friedrich! Klaus!

Damn you! Friedrich!

Friedrich!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- How did they get out?
- Well, we shan't panic.

Calm them with physic,
no time to bleed them!

Take him to his room, then answer the door.

- ELIZABETH: Carl.
- HILDA: You don't need him now. You've got us again.

- It's the young man from Vienna.
- ZORN: Young Richter.

Then Klaus did see him.
Then he knows about us.

Put his mind at rest and get rid of him.

Herr Richter. The baron bids you welcome.

This is a house of sickness, but the baron
will see you directly. He's with Elizabeth now.

- Is Elizabeth ill?
- I'm her aunt.

I'm sorry that we should have to meet
under such circumstances.

You've come to see Elizabeth, have you not?

ZORN: If only she'd never been born.

Tell me.

There is a heritage of disorder in her blood,

which, to my inexpressible grief,
Elizabeth has fallen heir to.

- As my son did before her.
- Disorder?

- You don't mean she's mad?
- Is a shrike mad?

You can't liken her...

It wasn't apparent to you, perhaps,
but I could see it growing.

- But I saw none of this when she was with me.
- She should never have met anyone like you.

What good could come of it?
What if you were to marry, have children?

- What if they took on the sickness?
- What sickness?

You're bleeding her.
You're making her weak and ill.

She's being studied here.
Treated here, under my wing.

Pain cannot be avoided in this treatment.

This place once sang and laughed and lived.
I can just remember it.

Your presence here,
knowing all that we know...

What do you know? You're making no sense.

Kill your feelings. Think only with your brain.
Forget her.

For your love is so useless.

- Help me.
- I will.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Well?
- She needs my help.

- What do you mean? Do you doubt my word?
- I want a specialist to study her.

A specialist?
Expert word, is that what you want?

I understand and I can indeed satisfy you.
Doctor?

- FALKENBERG: Yes?
- Ah, Doctor.

So you're part of this? I should've guessed.
New suffering for you to feed on?

You may question my motives,
but you can't deny there is suffering here.

That I can help.

You confirm what the Baron says
about Elizabeth's sickness?

- Sickness? Yes. Disorder.
- Disorder?

- And you're the one to cure it?
- I have that honour.

That responsibility.

You two know each other.
Then you must accept this expert opinion.

Now, you know you must leave us alone
to work in peace and find a solution.

This man may be a genius.

But you ought to know that to public
and professional opinion, he's a fraud.

Look at you both.
How can you hope to do anything here?

This place reeks of madness and decay.

Elizabeth's not mad now,
but you and this house will drive her mad.

Well, no more! I'm going to get her out of here.
Away and safe.

- Fraud is it, then?
- Some fools would have it so.

- Out of here!
- You wanted your children cured.

Believed I could do it. For I can.

You are throwing away all hope.
It isn't me that's discredited.

It's any advanced ideas,
any branch of science.

Society is blind.

You might as well kill them.

Fraud, charlatan, genius,
what does it matter?

Cure them. And I don't care what you are.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

ELIZABETH: Emil?

(SNIFFS)

(HILDA WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

- My sister's blood was pure.
- Clean, peasant blood!

HILDA: But through years of interbreeding,
the Zorn blood has become unhealthy.

- Diseased.
- Please. All I need is your silence.

ZORN: I was sure the purity of her blood
would enrich our lineage.

- She was salvation.
- HILDA: Yet she saw only madness as their heritage.

- She couldn't watch. (SOBBING)
- Please be quiet.

How do I know if they'll respond?
Decide the treatment they'll need?

But we know about such things.
I've studied them like a scholar, full of zeal.

HILDA: (CRYING) We failed!

The nonsense you've been reading.

Daemonomagia.

The lunatic writings
of an age without reason.

And then there's attraction
between the children.

My dreams, strengthening.

Madness eating us all
like carrion birds that kill!

This attraction was quite natural
given the death of the mother.

Elizabeth could give things to Emil.
And in giving, give things to herself.

I tried to give him her love.

Now, they're twisted, perverse! Unholy!

A threat again to our whole line!

You may have thought
you were trying to protect them.

But without understanding, you have been
destroying them. They needed one another.

When you sent her to me in Vienna,
there was nothing wrong.

She ran as she would from prison.

She felt for young Richter
all the love you have stifled all her life.

- No!
- Now, look.

The physic you've been feeding them
has eaten them up.

It's a cloud, a barrier.
It could take days or weeks

before I get close to them with my treatment.

But we have hours, minutes only.
Prove to me what you say, cure them!

Given this attraction,
there is one extreme measure.

I hesitate even to think about it.
There is much more I should know.

- But there could be hope.
- There could be.

FALKENBERG: A forlorn and dangerous one.

Danger has grown to us all
like a skin. Please.

The danger I fear is for them
and some other unfortunate girl.

- (CHICKENS CLUCKING)
- (SHEEP BLEATING)

- What's wrong?
- I didn't expect to see you today.

A little business, even so.

- What's wrong with you?
- There's something that might interest you.

- You always wanted to see how the Zorns live.
- You're taking me there?

To meet a friend.

(CHOPPING)

(GRUNTING)

Ah! Help me, brother.
God's work is hard today.

There's little time
if the demon's to be destroyed.

- What is this demon?
- Help me!

(VILLAGERS CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)

Listen to me, I know!

The devil's moon is full and magical.
More blood will run tonight.

Witches raise storms
to blast the fruits of the Earth.

Special powder the devil gives them.

They raise a cloud and cause rain or hail
to fall where they please.

We're getting storms and
the sickness is striking down our animals.

- Ah!
- Can it be witchcraft?

When I was walking past here, last night,
from just here where the coach crashed,

I thought for a moment I heard screams.

- From over there.
- That's the Baron's land.

He's our lord and master.
Second position to the king.

You're all no better than beasts of burden.

Forget your peers,
there's only one demon to search for.

Over there, on the Baron's land, come on!

VILLAGER: No! Don't go.

I'll be ready!

(GRUNTING)

This is the nicest one. Emil's favourite dress.

- FALKENBERG: Do you know what a play is?
- Stories, actors.

What we are going to do is very like a play.

It will grow again.

There. It's not painful, is it?

Anyway, what's hair?
The shorter it is, the more manageable.

Most men like it long.

See which dress you like, my dear.

Oh.

Oh.

No. This one, my dear.

- Who else is in the play?
- One of my patients.

Klaus?

Klaus! Look.

You said the fear of the devil
would be in them.

It seems that it is in you.

- What if they should storm out here?
- What could they prove?

Even if they had the gall to do it.

HILDA: Friedrich, the doctor's ready.

- Is it working?
- Come and see.

- What do you think of her? Hmm?
- I think she's perfect.

FALKENBERG: There is no precedent for this,
you understand.

- And we ought to warn the girl.
- Warn me?

HILDA: There's nothing to be afraid of.

If it works at all,

however slightly, we keep the girl here
and proceed slowly and gradually.

We must not reach a crisis point too soon.

The substitution will enable us
to re-enact the situation.

That way, he will change his feelings.
Be cured.

You will remember,
this has nothing to do with your blood.

The blood flowing in your children.
It's an hysterical disorder.

I don't care what you call it,
there's no time left!

FALKENBERG: We won't know until it's over.
I said any hope would be forlorn and vain.

ZORN: It's no time for doubt,
we must proceed!

FALKENBERG: I hope she'll be
a convincing substitute.

Emil?

We are going to help you.

- Who's the only one that can help you?
- Elizabeth.

Well, let's see about that, shall we?

Hilda!

Elizabeth, Emil says he loves you.

Elizabeth, Emil says he needs you.

Elizabeth?

Don't run! Elizabeth! Come back!

(DOOR SLAMS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Did you... I should've realised.

You're willing this to happen.

EMIL: Elizabeth! Please come back! Elizabeth!

Friedrich.

EMIL: (SHOUTS) Elizabeth!

(CRYING)

What have I done? Why don't you want me?
Elizabeth!

You must make him listen.
He's bringing this about. Go to Elizabeth.

Klaus.

We must try and break his influence
over Emil.

Klaus, help me. Help me get him downstairs.

- Well, I should go after him.
- You must understand.

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

I'm not Elizabeth! I'm not!

Emil.

- I'm not!
- You're not?

Emil.

(STAMMERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(CRYING SOFTLY)

(PANTING)

Look at yourself. Listen to me.

This is you. You're making this happen.

Your dreams of blood.

Your guilt about your wife's suicide
have brought about this horrible reality.

And now your children share these impulses.

Emil's the instrument of your lust.

You let him out so that he could kill.

See it, believe it.

It's too late. Emil isn't there.

You said it was their secret place.

That he waited there
when it happened before.

There is an end to your science. Eh?

A new beginning.

- But I fear it's too late.
- (SIGHS)

"Blood will have blood," they say.

Well, there must be no more blood
on our souls.

- Nothing, it's a waste of time.
- Perhaps not. Look.

There's your demon.

We must get the others.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

You can't help him. Trust me. Believe me.

(MUTTERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING)

Let me in, let me see her.

Please. I must go to her.

Elizabeth's safe, and you're in no danger.

No one's going to hurt her or you.

We can clean this off.

What's happening to me?

Auntie Hilda, what have I done?

- Have I hurt Elizabeth?
- No, she's safe, she's sleeping.

You're lying, I can see her.
She's lying bleeding. She needs me.

Emil!

(HILDA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(HILDA SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CLATTERS)

Elizabeth!

(GRUNTING)

(ELIZABETH HUMMING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(PANTING)

CARL: Elizabeth.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

We will triumph, Baron, over the darkness
of the mind, the insanity of the soul!

His impulses were yours.
You made them come about.

He did what your fears and dreams
made you want to do,

but which your conscience mind
could not do. (BREATHING HEAVILY)

They're extensions of your being
in some grotesque way.

All I cared about was my children. My line.

All you care about is your career!

How the world will receive
your lunatic inventions!

No. You're as blind as the rest of them.

Baron!

- Hilda's dead!
- What?

And Elizabeth's gone.
He must have taken her with him.

Now, there's only one answer!
It is my blood that is evil!

There's still hope. Put yourself in my care.
No one need ever know of this horror.

Put all of you in some protective custody,
we could still find an answer.

This isn't the way. We must try to proceed...

The world will be a better place without me.

And it won't even know that you died.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- What should we do?

Clear up the mess, and then get their bodies
stowed safe in the lake?

- He's going to kill them, too.
- And himself, most like.

It's better this way.
And it's only right that he does it.

After all, it's his fault, isn't it?

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

We're not safe there any more.

- If we cross the lake, we'll be safe. We'll be together.
- There's no use!

We may be damned, but we're together!
Come on!

(PANTING)

(FROGS CROAKING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: The demon's come to the lake.

Are you still afraid of demons?
Of witchcraft?

I tell you, it was Zorn that did this.

We saw him throw the body in the lake.

With iron, and with fire,
and with the Lord's protection,

we can slaughter our enemy!

Come on! Let's get Zorn! He's the demon!

(INSTINCT CHATTER)

(BOTH PANTING)

- Are you all right?
- (ELIZABETH WHIMPERING)

(BOTH SIGH)

Come on.

(BOTH PANTING)

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY)

(GUNSHOT)

(BOTH PANTING)

(EMIL GRUNTS)

- (GUNSHOT ECHOES)
- (EMIL SCREAMS)

- (EMIL GRUNTS)
- (BOTH PANTING)

- (EMIL CONTINUES GRUNTING)
- (ELIZABETH CRYING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (ELIZABETH CONTINUES CRYING)

- Elizabeth.
- Don't do this. I don't want you to die! (SOBS)

- (GRUNTING)
- (CONTINUES SOBBING)

(GASPS) Emil.

(SOBS)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

He's a murderer!

Father! No!

- Stop!
- (GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

There's the demon! Killed his own flesh!

We must destroy him according to God's law!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE CONTINUE SCREAMING)

- Kill him!
- Murderer!

(SCREAMS)

- (CRYING)
- No.

(SCREAMING)

- (CONTINUES SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTS)

(ELIZABETH GRUNTING)

God's will be done.

Subtytles by Viorel