All language subtitles for The.Masque.of.the.Red.Death.1964.Extended.RM4k.1080p.BluRay.x265.hevc.10bit.AAC.2.0.commentary-HeVK_track4_[eng]

[tambourine rattles]

[dramatic music]

[eerie music]

[wind blusters]

[male voice] Grandmother.

Come closer.

Take this to your village,

...and tell the people...

...the day of their deliverance
is at hand.

[wind blusters]

[wagon wheels rattle]

[soldier] Make way for Prince Prospero!

[strange animal sounds, barking]

[woman screams]

[child bawls]

[soldier] Get back there!

According to my custom,

...I have come here personally,

...to thank you for the year's harvest.

To make sure we'll starve
on what is left.

And to invite you to a feast...

...to be held in a fortnight,

...where annually I gather about me
the nobles of the countryside.

And you'll throw us the scraps
from your table as if we were dogs.

Exactly.

But these dogs have a loud bark
and show their teeth.

Why?

An old woman met
a holy man on the hill.

He made a prophecy.

He said the day of our
deliverance was at hand.

From your tyranny.

Well then, shouldn't you be
on your knees to give thanks?

Garotte them.

No, I beg of you!

Mercy! Mercy!
Mercy in the name of God!

The girl was addressing me.
What is your name?

Francesca.

What do you want of me, Francesca?

Forgive them! Forgive them!

That is not possible.

They have defied me.

If my hound bites my hand...

...after I have fed and caressed him,

...should I allow him to go undisciplined?

Forgive them, I beg of you.

How innocent you are.

However, I am disposed
to temper justice with mercy.

So I will leave it up to you, Francesca.

One must die.

Which one?

One is my father.

The other, the man I love.

You promised me entertainment,

...but I never hoped for this.

Can such eyes ever have known sin?

They will, Alfredo, they will.

However, this is not
for your entertainment.

Even so, Francesca, you must choose.

One will live and one will die.

— Or both will die.
— [woman screams]

Silence that!

Now, choose, Francesca,
which will die?

Choose.

[woman screams]

Do I have to take care
of everything myself?!

[woman screams and sobs]

— Well, what is it?
— Look, sir, look.

[suspenseful music]

[woman screams]

[she gasps]

The Red Death.

That old woman was told the prophecy?

— Yes.
— Did you touch her?

- No.
- Or you, or you?

— Take them to the castle. I'll take the girl.
— No!

They may provide us
with some entertainment after all.

To your horses, friends.

Burn the village to the ground.

Why do you burn their homes?
Winter comes.

This is your day of deliverance, remember?

[soldier] Come on, there.
Come on, hurry up. Come on, quick!

Come on, over there!

Come on there! Come along!

Get moving there! Quickly, get along!

Now, get out of it!

— Hurry up!
— [woman screams]

[child bawls]

[child sobs]

[villagers screaming and shouting]

[horse whinnies]

Couriers, you are to go to
my intended guests.

To the Duke of Verga,
to Verona, Florence.

Tell them that they are to come here
to my castle without delay.

And if they wish admittance,
to avoid the village of Catania,

...but to come at once.

— You will wash!
— In my own time.

The prince says now is the time!

I will do nothing until I know
about Gino and my father!

[Prospero chuckles]

Modesty but no humility.

Gino and my father, where are they?

Why do you hide yourself?

It's not right that you should look at me.

You may go.

That cross you wear around your neck,

...is it only a decoration,

...or are you a true Christian believer?

Yes, I believe.

Truly.

Then I want you to remove it at once,

...and never to wear it
within this castle again.

The peasant girl, is she always
to be bathed in my bedroom?

We'll find you another room, Juliana.

Meanwhile, you will dress the Lady
Francesca in one of your finest gowns.

- I don't -
- Later, you can instruct her...

...in the ways of the court.

Please, my father?

Oh, yes, your father.

Hmm.

Your father and your lover
are being quartered...

...in a warm and safe place.

Now I must join my guests.

You may think that you've
impressed the Prince Prospero,

...but you can count on little help from me.

You will do as he told you.

Yes, as we all must do.

I will do what I must to save my men.

But if they are killed,

...I will die,

...and so will Prince Prospero.

[women laughing]

Let me speak to you about
the anatomy of terror.

Terror?

What would you know of terror, Alfredo?

Your senses are much too blunt.

What is terror?

Come.

[indistinct chatter]

[women laughing]

Silence.

[faint ticking]

Listen.

[faint ticking]

Is it to awaken and hear
the passing of time?

[faint ticking]

Or is it the fading beat
of your own heart?

[footsteps clicking]

Or the footsteps of someone who,

...just a moment before,
was in your room?

But let us not dwell on terror.

The knowledge of terror is vouchsafed...

...only to the precious few.

[bell tolls loudly]

And now may I present
for your entertainment,

...the dancers Esmeralda and Hop Toad.

[medieval dance plays]

[music stops]

[tambourine rattles]

[music begins again]

Wherever did you find her?

Pretty toy, isn't she?

Delightful.

- I wonder -
- Oh, I'm sure you do, Alfredo.

I'm sure you wonder about
every female in my household,

...every one with
the appearance of innocence.

You seem to take great pleasure
in corrupting it.

I'm not corrupting, Alfredo, no.

Instructing.

[onlookers gasp]

[woman] Really?! That's terrible!

If the wench were full—size,
she'd drown us all in wine.

Well, my first novelty seems to have failed.

However, on the Sabbath at midnight
for your amusement...

...there will be a masquerade.

The wardrobes of the castle
are yours to use.

But I beg of you, even for
the humour of it, do not wear red.

[man laughs]

You go too far!

I am not without influence and power!

Against the Red Death?

Yes.

Yes, it came to the village.

Even now, it lays waste to the countryside.

So you can count yourselves fortunate
that you are here in this castle,

...under the protection of Prince Prospero.

[romantic music]

May I present the Lady Francesca?

[indistinct chatter]

Meanwhile, continue with your merrymaking.

Act according to your natures.

[medieval dance plays]

Señor Veronese.

[chuckles]

You do little but eat and swill,

...and dream of other things.

How like a pig you are.

Be one.

[laughter]

[he snorts]

[raucous laughter]

You, Señor Lampredi.

- Huh?
— [laughter]

You laugh at this poor pig,

[Lampredi laughs]

...while you are small and insignificant,
no more than a worm.

Can you be a worm, Lampredi?

Huh?

[laughter]

[Veronese snorts like a pig]

Señorita Escobar.

Do you hear how she laughs?

It is like nothing so much
as a braying jackass.

- Be one.
- Oh!

[laughter]

You, Señor Rimini,
ride that jackass to market.

As for the rest of you,
use your imaginations.

Show me the lives
and loves of the animals.

[raucous laughter]

[medieval dance continues]

See if we cannot make something
more exotic of her that will appeal to me.

[tambourine rattles]

Francesca?

My father imprisoned a friend of his
in this room for three years.

When he was released,

...he could never again
bear to look at the sun,

...or even a daffodil.

How cruel.

Cruel?

It was simply a test to prove
how easily a man's mind...

...can be controlled and twisted.

My family have always been
interested in such things.

Somewhere in the human mind,
my dear Francesca,

...is the key to our existence.

My ancestors tried to find it,

...to open the door that separates us
from our... creator.

But you need no doors to find God.

- If you believe —
- Believe?

If you believe, my dear Francesca,
you are... gullible.

Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?

Famine, pestilence,
war, disease and death,

...they rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope, I assure you.

No.

If a god of love and life ever did exist...

...he is long since dead.

Someone...

...something...

...rules in his place.

No.

No, that room is not open to you.

Not yet.

What's in there?

You look as though -

Is there something to fear in that room?

For the uninvited, there is much to fear.

This has been a trying day for you.

You must sleep.

You must sleep.

Tomorrow, you may see
Gino and your father.

[dramatic music]

[sobbing]

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

- I know my touch —
— [woman's voice] Is gentle and kind.

In all this world I've come to,

...only you have ever touched me with -

Yes? Tell me.

Touched me with affection and love.

How cruel they are to creatures
small and weak as we.

I feel as tall as any man.

No one will ever strike you again,
I promise.

Would you be afraid to go with me,

...away from here?

Anywhere.

[suspenseful music]

[Juliana] Prince Prospero?

Why do you roam
the late—night corridors?

Sleep eludes me.

You have disturbing thoughts?

And you, Juliana,

...what keeps you awake?

I think my thoughts dwell
on the same subject as you.

The peasant girl.

She has a perfect faith.

So do I.

In you and in what you believe.

I've been an eager student, but...

...I've held back
from the final ceremony.

And now I'm ready
to join you at the invocation.

How truly realistic women are.

Finally, you are ready to dare
the most terrible rites and incantations,

...to secure your position here.

[smirks]

I wonder.

I wonder if she is ready
to dare as much or...

...anything for the sake of... love.

[wind blusters]

[eerie music]

[heavy footsteps]

[thunder rumbles]

[creaking]

[creaking]

[wings flapping]

[wind blusters]

[suspenseful music]

[screams]

[Prospero's voice echoes,
reciting an incantation in Latin]

[Prospero's incantation continues]

[Prospero's incantation continues]

[Prospero's voice echoes]

— [Prospero repeats his incantation]
— [wind blusters]

[suspenseful music]

[doors creak open]

[suspenseful music]

[raven squawks]

[raven squawks]

[screams]

[frantic music]

[screams]

Did I startle you, my dear?

[chuckles]

[birds chirping]

You look pale and drawn.

I slept badly.

I dreamt.

Or thought I did.

Yes.

The room.

A black room with candles burning.

It was full of... death and destruction.

And evil.

Often the appearance of evil
is simply a lack of understanding.

Watch.

[falcon's bells jingle]

[dramatic music]

- [falcon's bells jingle]
- [falcon cries]

Do you know how a falcon
is trained, my dear?

Her eyes are sewn shut.

Blinded temporarily, she suffers
the whims of her god patiently,

...until her will is submerged
and she learns to serve.

Thus your god taught
and blinded you with crosses.

You had me take off my cross
because it offended —

It offended no one.

My master and his followers
look about with open eyes.

No, it simply appeared to me
to be discourteous to, uh -

...to wear the symbol of a deity long dead.

Your master?

Satan.

The Lord of Flies.

The Fallen Angel.

[whispers] The Devil.

[fanfare plays]

Come.

[fanfare plays]

[wagon wheels rattling]

Who seeks entrance
to Prince Prospero's castle?

[man] Scarlatti and his wife!

Prospero's invited guests.
Open the gate at once.

It is the prince himself
who speaks to you, Scarlatti.

You are no longer welcome here!

[laughs]
Really?

- I know your whims, but —
- The village is full of the Red Death.

The Red Death?

Prince Prospero, I beg you, allow us haven.

I beg sanctuary.

This is no church.

By any god in all the gods of time,
I beg you!

My wife, you've always
thought her beautiful.

I knew you desired her.
I've watched your eyes following her.

Scarlatti thought of himself
as a good man in many things.

And he thought of his wife
as pure and unassailable.

I give her to you to do with as you please.

I've already had that doubtful pleasure.

Prince, spare me the Red Death.

I beg you in the name of friendship.

In the name of friendship!

No!

- For you, friend.
— [crossbow fires]

Madam...

...spare yourself the Red Death.

Pick it up! We've been ordered
to teach you the use of arms.

I will not learn to fight my friend.

Now, don't be a fool.
One of you could survive.

If you fight well, the living one
might be given his freedom.

To live like you?
Like one of Prospero's pet dogs?

Kill me, but Prospero will see you dead
for spoiling his entertainment.

I won't kill you.

I'll just cut you a bit.

Stop them! Gino knows nothing of fighting.

He learns rather fast.

[soldier grunts]

Aaah!

It is a true fact that the greatest
swordsman in Italy...

...would not fear the second greatest,
but would fear the worst,

...for that one would be unpredictable.

[sword clatters to the floor]

Francesca.

Are you unharmed?

Yes, Gino.

And you?

Scratches given to taunt me to fight,

...but I will not fight my friend.

You may force me to discipline you
in some other way.

Do what you will.

[Ludovico] We will not fight.

And I don't think you'll
give us up to simple torture.

Because if you did, then in a way,
you would have lost.

[chuckles]
You surprise me.

[chuckles]

However, I'm pleased to find that you've
given me a puzzle to think about.

Somehow, you two
will challenge death together.

[chuckles]
You may be certain of that.

No. This way, my dear.

It would be better.

[man screams]

I understand.

Life is often ugly.

But to torture men!

Is this what your master Satan
demands as worship?

These cells are very old.

A hundred years ago, an ancestor
of mine was a Christian monk.

He was made examiner
of an early Inquisition.

He tortured over 600 men,
women and children...

...in order to save their souls
for your god of love.

I cannot answer. I have no learning.

But then is Satan a god of hate?

Oh, no. Of reality, of truth.

The world lives in pain and despair,

...but is at least kept alive
by a few dedicated men.

If we lost our power,
chaos would engulf everything.

Sometimes that power must be used
to teach harsh lessons.

But I don't want to learn.

I'm afraid.

I do not want to hurt you, my dear.
Can't you understand?

I want to help save your soul so you
can join me in the glories of hell.

No! Never!

The way is not easy, I know,

...but I will take you by the hand,

...and lead you through the cruel light
into the velvet darkness.

Lord Satan,

...he who is known as
Belial by the ancients,

...demon lover of all those who
wish to live in your eternal night,

...here in your hour of deepest dark,

...in your temple and before your altar,

...I twice bind myself to thee,

...as your handmaiden,

and your betrothed.

And with this symbol
of your lasting victory,

...I inscribe the final mark,

...and offer myself to thee.

Oh, Lord Satan,

...send me a demon,

...so I may know I'm to be your wife.

What are you lurking about for,
you grinning, twisted devil?

Not only am I afflicted with this body
but with sleeplessness as well.

Losing your sleep
because of the tiny dancer, huh?

She's nothing to me.
I prefer a full—sized woman.

Do you, now?

How do you set about
getting such a woman?

My master, Prospero,

...provides me with companions
from time to time.

A good master.

Yes, I suppose so,

...but I imagine there are better.

You'd like to leave Prospero's service?

I fear for the security of his reign.

If I could find a strong protector,

...I might dare a change.

And what special service
have you to offer...

...that might persuade someone else
to take you under his protection?

All manner of things.

I've a crafty and inventive mind.

Indeed? For example?

The masquerade.

I would devise something
startling, novel,

...something that would be
the talk of the entire revel.

Have you told Prospero
of this novel thing?

I fear the Prince is much too austere.

Will you tell me?

Everyone will dress as usual.

A harlequin, a Chinese,
a soldier or a princess.

They will all either be
beautiful or humorous.

But all will be obviously human.

I will come as a demon.

Why not come as a great ape?

When the guests are gathered,

...you would enter,

...arms swinging,

...advancing toward the screaming ladies...

...with lowered head and grinning jaw.

It'll be more than a costume.

It will be a performance...

...by the cleverest man at the court.

Where would I get such a disguise?

There is one,
in the room of stuffed animals.

Another toy Prince Prospero
never bothers with anymore.

I'm sure it's forgotten.

You really think it would
cause a sensation?

Oh, yes.

And there is more to the game.

[suspenseful music]

[light footsteps]

[door rattles]

[heavy breaths]

[door rattles]

— [wind blusters]
— [door banging and rattling]

[dramatic music]

Oh, Juliana.

Thank God. I thought -

Yes?

I don't know.

What's that?!

Satan's mark.

Prospero did that to you?

No.

I did it to myself.

It marks me as one
of Satan's handmaidens.

Are you ill?

No.

It was a difficult ceremony.

Veils of ignorance
were lifted from my eyes.

And now, there's only
one more rite to perform...

...and I will be wed to Satan.

You've given away your soul!

Yes. Gladly.

Soon all the innocence will be gone.

Then I will have immortality...

...and I shall have Prospero.

But I must be certain.

- And if you were gone...
- Gladly! If there were a way.

Would you dare to leave
the safety of this castle?

There is no safety for me here.

This key will unlock the cell.

The guard on the north wall's
been bribed.

Take your Gino and your father and go.

Oh, but the guards,
the way through to the dungeons?

You've been to the armoury and to the dungeons.
You must make your own way.

Now go. Quickly.

[suspenseful music]

[water dripping]

[door creaks]

Gino?

[water dripping]

[man groans and whimpers]

[groans]

Gino?

[man groans loudly]

- Gino!
- Yes.

- Francesca! How did you...?
- Juliana.

Quick, we must hurry to the battlements.
The guard there will help us.

- I think I heard something.
- Oh, sit down and play!

[frantic music]

[soldier groans]

Uuhh!

Aaagh!

Guard?

[their swords clatter to the floor]

Juliana betrayed us.

She betrayed me.

What can you want of two men
who've done you no harm?

They killed three of my guards.
Three human beings.

According to your faith,
they have sinned greatly.

And tomorrow at the feast
before the masque...

...at least one of them
must pay for those sins.

[playful chatter and laughter]

[jolly music plays]

Hear me.

[laughter and chatter continue]

[he shouts] Hear me!

Soon you will be costuming yourselves
for the masque.

A celebration, my friends.

A celebration of victory over death,

...of evil over good.

Señor Scarlatti and his wife
will not bejoining us.

He failed to obey my orders.

But because of me, through
my mediation with my master,

...the Lord of Flies,

...you, all of you...

...unworthy though you may be,

...will be safe from the Red Death.

We promise you.

Unless, of course,
you incur our displeasure.

For some of you
are guilty of acts against us.

Acts of faith, perhaps.

And all of you, I suspect,
still harbour some...

...sacred thoughts.

But no more.

The Fallen Angel will protect you.

And now for a small entertainment.

Guards!

[soft drum roll]

These two men are true believers.

They believe in a god
who preached "love thy neighbour".

Therefore they refuse to fight each other
in order to save one of their lives.

However, I have devised a plan whereby
each may have the honour and glory...

...of saving the other's life.

There are five daggers here.

One of them is impregnated with
a poison that kills in five seconds.

Each man, in turn, will cut his forearm.

Begin.

Would you not lay down your life
for your brother?

[dagger clatters to the floor]

Next.

[dagger clatters]

Five seconds.

[dagger clatters]

Five seconds.

[dagger clatters]

Five seconds.

[Francesca screams]

[onlookers gasp]

Father!

The game was not played properly,
so both will die.

- No!
- You're a madman!

And yet I will live and you will die.

Where is your god now
in the hour of your need?

I will see him, in paradise!

In the role of a martyr?

[chuckles]

No.

I will not have you killed.

I will set you free instead.

Free to go back to your village
and the Red Death.

I beg you!

I am only giving him
a further glorious chance...

...to test his faith, my dear.

Out!

I'll come back for you, Francesca.
Somehow, I'll come back!

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

Prince Prospero!

- Let me go with him.
- You?

- Please.
- You?!

Oh, no, my dear,
I could not bear to think of -

No.

You will go to your rooms now
and prepare for the masque.

You will not appear in your costumes
until midnight.

[indistinct chatter]

Why do you follow me?

Bring Gino back and -

...I will do whatever you wish.

You would destroy yourself for him?

Yes.

You almost cause me to doubt.

[Juliana] Prospero.

My prince.

I'm ready.

[door bangs open]

[portcullis creaks]

[door slams shut]

[woman screams and sobs]

[Prospero laughs]

[animalistic shrieks]

[animalistic shrieks]

[roaring]

[animalistic shrieks and calls]

[gibbering]

My son.

Tell me of it.

My god.

My god!

Who is your god?

The true one.

Yes.

Tell me.

I've sinned.

I've killed.

- For yourself?
- No.

Now I'm afraid.

- For yourself?
- For Francesca.

And for me.

I must go back for her,
but I don't know how.

What weapon can I use
against Prospero?

Love.

In the air, through the trees,
I found myself loving only myself.

I'm afraid of the town
where the Red Death walks.

I'm afraid of Prospero and his castle.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid!

I give you...

...a sign.

What does it mean?

Mankind.

[bell ringing in the distance]

Won't this thing become
uncomfortably hot?

It will become a little warm.

But it won't be for long.

After the unmasking,
you can take it off,

...because the game will be over.

Fair enough. Get on with it.

Perfect.

[laughs] Perfect.

See yourself.

- Ah!
— [they laugh]

Now, uh...
[laughs]

- ...crouch low.
— [Alfredo chuckles]

And swing your arms.

[both laugh]

Back, mighty animal!

[Alfredo chuckles]

I am your keeper,

...brought from deepest Africa...

...to control your great strength.

- Back!
— [Alfredo chuckles]

Back!

[bell rings]

[bell rings loudly]

Where do you go?
The burial ground's beyond the hill.

- We go to the castle.
- Why?

- To beg forgiveness of the prince.
- Forgiveness? For what?

For however we have sinned.

You'll beg forgiveness
at the House of Satan himself?

- Better than the Red Death.
- Stop! Stop!

Constituit...

...satanicum...

...in dominum...

...domus...

...suae!

Principem omnis,

...possessionis suae.

Allelujah!

[eerie music]

[dramatic music]

[exotic music]

[austere music]

[Egyptian music]

[African music]

[music intensifies]

[music begins to fade]

[music stops]

My master...

...Satan.

[Prospero laughs]

Prospero?

[Prospero laughs]

Prospero?

I am betrothed...

...of the Devil.

And I have seen the terrors.

[Prospero] Not all of them.

I have survived my own sacrifice.

[Prospero] There is more.

And I am stronger in the Devil's favour
than you are.

Together on Earth...

...we shall live as man and wife.

When he calls us,

...you will be Satan,

...and I still your wife.

[clock ticking]

I have tasted the beauties of terror.

[Prospero] Hush.

Listen.

The passing of time,

..the beating of a heart,

...the footstep of an assassin.

Destiny.

[screams]

— [raven squawks]
— [screams]

[woman screams]

I beg you, do not mourn for Juliana.

We should celebrate.

She has just married a friend of mine.

Let the masque begin!

[bell rings]

Officer of the night watch!

Who are you?

All that is left of the village of Catania.

Then go back to it.

We beg mercy of the lord Prince Prospero.

Inform the prince. It might amuse him.

Don't grovel to him.

Don't let him delight in
the destruction of your souls.

I wish to save our bodies,
the few left to us.

Do you expect any plea
to move his heart?

If we must die,
let's die like human beings.

You have not seen the Red Death.

And you've not seen
the dungeons of Prospero.

Don't be frightened.

Come with me. This is Gino.

This is my child.

I must give her every chance.

Where does the rabbit run?!

That one fears Prospero
more than the Red Death.

What do you want?

Mercy, great prince.

This is all that is left of us,

...and the winter, it comes on
the freezing wind. There is no shelter.

Dig a burrow
as the fox and rabbits do.

But the wells and the streams,
they'll be frozen over. There is no food.

Then store up nuts, like the squirrels.

Mercy. Give us the sanctuary
of the castle walls.

Give me an end to your pleading.
Go back from whence you came.

We will die.

If you refuse to go, then...

...die here.

Archers.

But not the child.

- It will perish anyway.
- Not the child!

- Fire.
— [crossbows fire]

Fire!

[Prospero] Gifts!

Gifts for everyone!

Diamonds, rubies, emeralds,
pearls for my friends,

...all my guests!

Look at them.
[laughs]

Look at them all scrambling...

...like starving men for a crust of bread.

All wealthy and all greedy for more.

I give you reason for real rejoicing,
my friends.

The only survivors of the village...

...have just come to the castle walls.

Only six.

The Red Death has claimed
the rest of them.

But as I promised you,
all of you within these walls,

...under my protection, are safe.

So rejoice!

[waltz plays]

And the six who lived?

Dead.

But they demanded to enter the castle.

You killed them.

It was a kindness, my dear.

Can't you see that?

The Red Death brings pain
and terror and madness.

I spared them.

Tonight, after the masque,
I will initiate you into understanding.

I don't know.

I don't know.

[waltz continues]

[suspenseful music]

Gently, my son.

Remain here.

Shortly after the stroke of one,

...I will send Francesca to you.

I must get to her now.

You have recovered your courage,
now prove your wisdom.

There is nothing you can do.
There are too many.

Wait, as I tell you.

The guards will discover me.

Look there.

[tambourine rattles]

[knocking on door]

Yes?

[door opens]

Oh.

Forgive me for startling you.

It's only Hop Toad,

...made more ugly than even he is.

You're not ugly to me.

I've come to tell you that there's no need
for you to appear at the masque tonight.

I don't understand.

My plans are made.

If you will trust me and believe in me,

...we'll leave this monstrous castle tonight.

Do we dare? The Red Death -

It can be no worse than life here.

Believe in me.

I do believe in you.

Have a warm cloak and be ready.

The game is almost over.

[waltz continues]

[Hop toad cracks his whip]

Have no fear!

I can control this monster.

— [Alfredo roars]
- He only wants a game!

[Alfredo chuckles]

[onlookers laugh, Alfredo roars]

[Alfredo roars]

[raucous laughter]

[Alfredo roars]

[Alfredo chuckles]

— [Alfredo roars]
— [woman shrieks]

He is too playful.

I will tie him up and make him helpless.

[raucous laughter]

[Alfredo] Help!

Help!

Let me down, you fiendish dwarf!

[raucous laughter]

Let me down!

Better let me down.

Look, my dear, I -

I believe Hop Toad is playing
some sort of a joke on Alfredo.

[Alfredo]
I will set you to tortures unimagined!

You have already tortured
by your cruelty to my Esmeralda.

Hold this!

[Alfredo groans]

The great African ape
says he wants some brandy!

[raucous laughter]

Let me down.

Let me down!

— [women screaming]
— [Alfredo groans] Help! Help!

Help! Let me down!

Help! Help! Let me down!

— [screaming]
— [Alfredo] help!

[woman screams]

[Alfredo screams]

[onlookers screaming]

I see you no longer turn away
from the cruelties of life.

I no longer care.

My life is done.

What's left I give to you tonight.

[woman screams]

Guards, clear that out of the way.

How can my guests be expected
to dance around that?

And when you find Hop Toad, give him
five pieces of gold as a reward...

...for his entertaining jest.

You've pleased me very much, my dear.

- What was that?
- What is it?

A costume I haven't seen before.

Someone wearing red
and I forbade them to wear red.

Come.

There he is again. Come.

Wait! Wait!

Wait!

I command you to wait!

Prospero.

[door creaks]

Prospero.

You command me to wait?

Very well.

I wait.

Condotti?

Rimini?

Who are you beneath your mask?

Is my costume such a disguise
that you don't recognise me?

Your voice, it's familiar.

Doctori Bernelli, that's who you are.

Bernelli, you dog, thinking to -

- You are not Bernelli.
- No.

The doctor dances in the white room.

But I passed close by him.

Truly, Prospero...

...you don't know me?

So you've come.

Yes, Prospero.

On your knees!

- Prospero!
- On your knees.

The Prince of Darkness.

I would like to see your face.

There is no face of death...

...until the moment of your own death.

And I am only one of many messengers.

Who do you come for?

Many.

All?

Not all.

I knew I was right.

I knew it. I've won!

[bell tolls]

The time of unmasking.

They begin to show their naked faces.

[playful chatter, waltz]

It's time for a new dance to begin.

The dance of death.

[drum beats, tambourine rattles]

[slow ballet music plays]

Our master will be pleased.

I brought all of these souls to him. I -

I taught them his worship.
I corrupted them for him.

I knew he was supreme
when no one else did.

I built a chapel to Satan,

...and I prayed to him,
and I made a pact with him.

And these, all of my friends,
I... I promised them safety.

You presumed too much.

I know. I know.
But it does make a fine jest,

...the kind of jest that would amuse Satan.

Would it?

Your Excellency...

...this girl...

...in all my life I've never met
anyone whose faith rivalled mine.

Spare her to me.

A charitable request?

A rare thing with you, Prospero.

Go to the battlements.

Go now.

[Prospero] Yes, Francesca.

Yes, go and I will join you
when this is over.

Thank you, your Excellency,

...for the girl.

I have no title.

Why do you call me "Excellency"?

- Well, I thought as the ambassador of Satan —
- He is not my master.

Death has no master.

But Satan rules the universe.
I made a pact with him.

He does not rule alone.

And your pact with him
will not save you.

There is no other god.

Satan killed him.

Each man creates
his own god for himself,

...his own heaven, his own hell.

Let me see your face.

Your hell, Prince Prospero,

...and the moment of your death.

No.

No!

No!

[dramatic music]

Why should you be afraid to die?

Your soul has been dead
for a long time.

[both laugh]

Good morning, brother.

Have you come far?

From Cathay and beyond.

One hundred thousand perished
at my passing this last night.

This eternity of wandering.

Ten thousand sleep where I walked.

I am very tired.

The weariness of those to whom
we bring rest burdens you.

What of you, brother?

I called many...

...peasant and prince...

...the worthy and the dishonoured.

Six only are left.

Young man and woman,

...dwarf and a tiny dancer.

This child.

And an old man still in the village.

Sic transit gloria mundi.

[distant bell tolls]

[distant bell tolls]

[dramatic music]