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Careful.

I promise I won't hurt him.

Satan is ever-present among us.

Every sin and deed, word, or thought,

no matter how long forgotten, must be

truly confessed and punished.

Don Alfonso D'Alba Molina, The Holy Inquisition

finds you guilty of heresy.

No.

And you and your descendants must be cleansed in blood.

- Uh.

Don Alfonso D'Alba Molina, by the taint of impurity

in your blood, your wealth and the wealth of your heirs

is forfeit to the Church.

Thief.

And you are sentenced to 20 lashes.

- Well-stroked, master Mendoza.

Ha ha!

20!

See the large forehead?

Clearly a Jew.

The Pope will hear of this.

The Pope is in Rome.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Man's time on Earth is brief, but his soul lives on in heaven

or in the pit of hell.

Antonio.

The bread is burning.

Let it burn.

Maria, we have our whole lives to love each other,

but the bread is burning now.

Pray that we sell all this bread.

I'm praying for the souls of those who will suffer today.

That doesn't mean that you must suffer.

I see them, beaten and burned.

I feel their pain as if I were being tortured.

Those poor people.

Are heretics.

Maria, the Inquisition says they must be punished.

But the Church also says that God is merciful.

Yeah, well the Church can afford to be merciful.

We have debts.

Maria, we must sell this bread at the auto-da-fe.

But you said yourself that the auto-da-fe is wrong.

Shh.

All of Toledo will be there.

We need the money. - Pork!

Fresh pork!

Buy my fresh pork!

Lovely fresh pork.

Buy my sausage, young lady.

Lovely fresh sausage.

You bitch.

Pork!

Eat pork, prove you're not a Jew!

Somebody buy my pork! ANTONIO: Fine.

Thank you very much. - Antonio.

Good day, senor.

Let's go.

Go?

Maria, we're selling all the bread.

But these people are going to the auto-da-fe

and we're making money on the suffering of others.

- One loaf, please. - Oh.

Thank you, senorita.

CHILD: Take it!

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Excuse me.

Get up, Antonio.

The bread!

Let's go before it's too late!

Antonio!

- Maria! - Help me!

Antonio!

Antonio! ANTONIO: Maria!

Maria!

Maria!

Maria!

Maria!

It's all right.

Let's go.

Chief Council of the Holy Inquisition of Spain

presents to Don Carlos de Leon, Captain

of the Civil Guard, this confessed

heretic for punishment.

The Contessa D'Alba Molina.

Where do you think you're going?

Home, senor.

- Are you heretics? - No.

Then why are you leaving?

Stand witness to the work of the Holy Inquisition.

Back!

Get back!

Back!

We commend it to you, Captain, in the name of the Father,

the Son, the Holy Spirit.

Be merciful unto her.

Amen.

Let this confessed rival of the church

be condemned according to law.

All praise to the Inquisition!

And all praise to the Grand Inquisitor, Brother Torquemada!

Mister executioner, kill me quickly.

By God's mercy, don't let me burn alive.

It'll all be over soon.

How can you stand it?

We must do something.

There is nothing we can do.

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama.

Mama!

Ah!

TORQUEMADA: Fear God!

Fear his wrath.

There is one safe, one worship, one Church, and all else

is sin.

And sin will be punished.

Stop.

Stop!

Have mercy!

Get away from here, bitch!

No.

No!

He didn't do anything.

Antonio. TORQUEMADA: Stop!

Antonio.

Oh.

Who are you?

What's your name?

Maria.

I beg you, please, we only want to leave.

I beg you, please let us go.

In Christ's name, I beg you, have mercy.

- Arrest her. - Arrest her!

On what charge?

Witchcraft.

Witch. Gash her!

No!

Wait, my husband, he's hurt!

Your husband is dead, witch.

Antonio!

Two days in here, piss will run out of your eyes.

Antonio.

Maria? Oh.

Excuse me, senor.

I thought you were dead.

What happened to my wife?

The witch?

She was arrested.

The witch?

Where-- where did they take her? Where is she?

TORQUEMADA: Enter.

Brother Torquemada, this baker insists on seeing you.

TORQUEMADA: tradesmen.

It's my wife, Grand Inquisitor.

She was arrested at the auto-da-fe.

The Witch?

No, she's not a witch!

Look, I swear I have known her almost a year.

And who are you?

My name is Antonio Alvarez.

I am a baker, and I was a cook and a soldier

in King Ferdinand's army.

And this qualifies you to judge whether or no someone

is in thrall with the devil?

No, sir.

But Maria is like an angel.

Satan was an angel.

Go home.

Trust in the Church.

My home is with my wife.

Careful, baker.

That can be arranged.

Please.

Maria loves the Church.

TORQUEMADA: She'll have a trial.

But everyone knows about the trials of the Inquisition,

you torture people.

If she is as virtuous as you say,

the torture will reveal it.

She'll be set free.

No, I swear, she is not a witch.

Ah.

Wait, please.

You must hear my evidence!

She's bewitched you, your evidence speaks against her.

No!

I beg you, just talk to her.

Look at her!

She could never do anything evil!

She is innocent!

The Inquisition will decide.

Let's go, witch.

Take off her clothes.

No!

To resist is proof of guilt.

I swear by all the Saints that I'm not a witch.

Let the examination begin.

What exactly are we looking for, sergeant?

SERGEANT: Oh, hidden charms, poisons, third nipple

where Satan may suck.

Any blemish may be a witch's mark.

It could be as small as a pin prick.

Excuse me, doctor.

Perhaps she's hidden something evil inside her.

I wish to God she would.

Come, Grand Inquisitor.

Join the hunt.

This is not sport, Doctor Huesos.

We're defending the Church.

Of course.

- There! - Ow!

- There's a mark. - No!

It wasn't there before.

It's fading.

She's working her sorcery.

- Is there a mark or not? - Yes.

If it is, it's the only one.

Otherwise, she's perfect.

Does she bear Satan's mark?

Ow.

See for yourself.

Ah!

Cracked your egg, huh?

Searched you for marks too, didn't they?

Laid their filthy lecherous hands all over you.

Well, don't you be ashamed.

I'm ashamed for them, that men could do that.

You're a different sort.

Wait till you see what they're really capable of.

Ow.

Oh, I know just the thing.

What are you doing?

Spider's web to stop the bleeding.

No thank you.

Gashing the head is such a foolish superstition,

and it doesn't even work.

Look.

You can still cast spells.

You're a witch!

And you're not, are you?

Oh, you poor thing.

I don't ride a broomstick through the air

or kiss the devil's cock.

I midwife.

I grow herbs and try to heal the sick as best I can.

And for this, they want to burn.

I'm sorry.

My name is Esmeralda.

I didn't mean to be short with you.

It's just that when your hide is all furrowed and tanned

like mine, they'll take some spiteful farmer's word for it

that you've got 10 tits and a cunt full of teeth.

Enter.

MENDOZA: Yes, savior.

I told you not to call me that.

Forgive me.

The Lord saved you, I merely showed you your sin.

I was not worthy, I was damned.

You did your penance.

I had to crucify you.

And the wounds are still fresh to remind you of this.

To remind you the Lord saved you!

And now I need you to save me. - Anything.

Flog me.

I cannot.

I command you.

Please, savior.

Do as I say!

By the power of Christ.

I swear by all the Saints that I'm not a witch.

I to leave my thoughts.

Again?

No.

No need.

She is a witch.

ANTONIO: Senor.

Psst.

You can do me a great service. - What?

What do you want?

Take me into the castle.

Into the castle? That's a new one.

And direct me to the dungeon where they keep the woman

accused of being witches.

I don't know, I could lose my job.

Oh.

Ha.

Or I could end up in the dungeon myself.

Hm.

Ah.

I'll get you in, but then, you're on your own.

Thank you, friend.

Oh.

Get under.

Go on, yes.

And hold on, friend.

Friend.

Thank you.

Gomez.

What?

Are you in?

Oh.

Why not?

I have to win my wages back.

Master torturer, a game of chance?

Gambling is the devil's sport.

It helps relieve the tension.

And the boredom.

The Romans gambled at the foot of the cross.

- To hell with the Romans.

Let the Pope have them.

Oh, I heard that the Pope is sending a bishop in order

to make us stop using torture.

- I heard it was a cardinal. - What?

Wait, wait, wait. Stop using torture?

How are we supposed to do our jobs?

Brother Torquemada will never allow it.

The Pope is the Pope.

And Brother Torquemada is the Grand Inquisitor of Spain.

Savior of the true religion from the pagan

moors and heathen Jews.

And not even he can save this hand.

I'll take three.

PRISONER: Oh, please.

Give me some water.

GUARD: Shut up in there.

PRISONER: Help me! - Sh.

Please help me.

Maria.

Bless you, senora.

Maria.

Maria. - Antonio!

I prayed they didn't kill you.

GOMEZ: But you'll probably wish they had, friend.

Ha ha! That's him.

You thief.

You swine.

Ready.

Aim.

TORQUEMADA: This is not the wish of the Inquisition.

They are trying to escape.

Their souls are imprisoned by sin.

It is our duty to free them.

I'll come back for you, Maria.

Antonio!

I'll come back!

I tell you, she's innocent!

She is not a witch!

She will be when she confesses it.

You hurt her, I'll kill you.

That's what we do here.

We hurt people.

DOCTOR HUESOS: Good morning, all.

Sorry, I'm late.

We don't have to go through this.

I'm perfectly willing to tell you whatever you want to hear.

Confessions are only accepted under torture.

Otherwise, you might confess just to avoid torture,

and it wouldn't be a true confession.

You may proceed.

No, no.

Please!

Please don't. Please don't--

Mistress Esmeralda, are you a witch?

Mendoza, please.

Yes.

Yes, I am a witch.

Do you confess to the acts of sorcery

of which you've been accused? - I do.

I do.

Name the specific acts.

Can't remember.

Please, tell me what I did.

I can't-- can't think.

Continue.

Oh!

Careful.

Just enough to choke her.

Stop it! Leave her alone!

Sergeant!

Not another one.

Cowards! You killed her!

You killed her!

You may watch and learn your fate, but hold your tongue!

CARDINAL: Mendoza!

Mendoza!

Stop!

Doctor?

This is only the first level.

She's just here to watch.

She's watched.

She'll be tortured when she reaches

the second level tomorrow.

You almost drowned her.

Good thing that girl stopped you.

One good turn deserves another.

ESMERALDA : Maria.

I can make him stop.

Oh, please.

Sh.

You must promise to be grateful.

ESMERALDA : Maria.

What? What?

Where are you?

The pain is driving her mad.

She talks to the devil.

Ask the question!

ESMERALDA : Come with me.

Are you a witch?

No!

ESMERALDA : Maria, come with me.

ESMERALDA: Isn't it more pleasant here?

- How did I-- - Don't look down.

How did I get here?

You have the gift.

I felt it.

But where are we?

Away from the pain.

You had to leave there.

It was killing you.

This isn't real.

It is real, if you want it to be.

It is if you think it is real.

Together, we might be strong enough.

There's so much I want to teach you.

But the Earth.

I don't feel the Earth.

Don't look down!

- Free her!

What is she doing on the rack?

It was Mendoza.

She just fainted.

He insisted that she be asked the question.

I tried to warn him, Grand Inquisitor.

- He insisted. - Like I warned him--

I tried to explain to him, Grand In--

The next prisoner that dies, the man responsible

will be judged enemy of the Church and tortured.

I'll take her confession myself.

Torture the husband.

Death is certain, only the time is uncertain.

I go to sleep knowing that the thread

could break at any moment, like the thread of life.

And that if God thought I was wrong, he could strike me down.

He can do it anytime to anyone.

Yes, that's why we fear it.

But He gives us life because He loves us.

That is His power.

Love is stronger than fear.

Then confess to me that you are a witch,

and I may be able to save your life.

I'm not a witch.

By the blood and pain of Christ, I'm not!

If you won't see your sin, then it must be shown to you.

Call out and he dies.

Please, let him go.

When we saved him from your sorcery.

Please, I will confess.

You'll watch.

Oh, you'll be smoking soon and spitting like a pig.

This?

This wouldn't melt snow.

Get the bellows.

Now, if you want to bake my buns,

you're going to need a real fire.

Surgeon.

No, I don't need a doctor, thank you.

I'm perfectly fine.

Something's wrong.

I'm perfectly fine.

He may be mad.

Or it might be the chair.

No, no, no.

Wait.

We'll burn the devil out of you

and you'll thank us for it later.

- He could be innocent. - No!

Run, Antonio, run!

Maria?

Maria?

- Run! - Damn you.

The book!

What are you doing?

What?

Ah!

Maria!

Where are you?

- Guards? - Guards!

Guards!

Here!

Antonio!

Maria! Maria!

You!

Stop!

Or I'll kill him.

Kill me.

Send my soul to heaven.

Where I can exalt in glory forever.

And then my guards will cut you and your wife down.

Stay back!

Or I will send his soul on its way to wherever it's going.

Show mercy to a servant of the Church,

and the Church will show mercy to you.

No. I don't trust you.

Stay back! Or he dies!

Few men get the opportunity to choose their fate.

Trust the Church.

Listen to him, Antonio.

He is a killer.

Make your bargain, baker.

Death for death.

Mercy for mercy.

He's a man of God, he cannot lie.

I swear by all the saints.

You are not a killer!

Please!

Take them to their cells.

You swore you'd show mercy.

In this place, death is mercy.

Liar!

Blasphemer!

Grand Inquisitor, the emissary's arrived from Rome.

He bears the Pope's seal.

Ah, the mountain has come to Muhammad.

PRISONER:

How can you conceive of causing such agony?

Some souls have turned so far from God

that pain is the only way to call them back, the only tongue

they understand.

Si.

Amontillado.

You do not join me, Father?

I don't drink.

I'm Italian.

The grace of God upon us. Hm?

Another, your imminence?

Si.

We do not taste it's like in Rome.

They say it has a kick like a Basque mule.

Or a Carthusian nun.

It's the Inquisition permit.

It belongs to the Church.

One of our many treasures confiscated

in the course of our holy work.

It is impressive.

But His Holiness is not happy because in life, he

want the auto-da-fe to be discontinued immediately.

Surely Rome understands that public executions

discourage sin.

The good Lord, you know, padre.

He want us to--

to love our neighbor, not roast him, no more roast him.

Hm?

Your eminence, what greater love

than to manifest God's justice?

Hm.

The Pope also want the Inquisition

to stop the use of torture, and declare an amnesty

on heretics and witches.

Hm?

Rome is behind the times.

His Holiness is old and lost his zeal.

He is the Pope!

And I am the Inquisition.

His Holiness also demand, order you to return to Rome

with me for an audience.

I receive no such demand.

I just delivered.

Your eminence never arrived.

Had an accident on the road.

Mendoza!

Gomez!

I bear the Pope's seal!

Savior, he wears the red robe.

Vanity.

We must scourge the Church of vanity.

No.

No.

No! No!

I tell you, I have the seal of the Pope!

Oh, he has the seal of the Pope!

No!

Help me!

Help me!

Someone help me!

Someone help me!

No.

No!

No, I kill you!

Lord, help me!

Help me, someone!

No.

- Yes. - No.

What you doing?

Yes.

No, you don't do this!

No!

No matter how terrible the torture, people get used to it.

In time, it loses its terror.

I must invent new and more terrible

tortures to strike fear into the heart of sinners,

to save their souls.

No. No.

I will tell the Pope anything you want.

I will tell him that you acquiesced.

He will never know.

Please.

No. No, you cannot.

For the love of God.

Yes, for the love of God.

This thing's slow.

Father, I truly and completely confess

to all the sins I'm accused of.

I'm a witch.

I cast spells.

I bewitched my husband.

You bewitched me.

Yes.

Whatever you say I did, I confess it.

I alone am responsible.

You want to save your husband from the just punishment

of the Inquisition.

And when I look in your eyes, I want to too.

- Yes. - But you've cast a spell on me.

Yes.

Yes.

Please, let him go.

You've CONFESSED to me.

Now I must confess to you.

Maria, I love you.

Of course.

You are a holy man.

You love all sinners.

Not like that, only you!

You've got to help her.

I don't know how to do this kind of love.

I'm a married woman.

- Your husband dies tomorrow. - No!

- In the morning! - No.

- Yes. - God.

I'll do anything.

Please.

Please let him go.

If I let him free, you will never see him again.

Never.

Yes.

Yes.

Please free him. - Oh.

You will love me.

Me.

Yes.

Yes, if you let him live.

I swear by my love for the holy blessed virgin.

Come lay with me under the sword.

Lie down or he dies.

Ah.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, God.

God, help me.

Oh, yes.

Please.

Please.

Please, God.

Please.

Please.

Ah.

Love is stronger than fear.

Is that what you said?

But I let you have me.

Anything, but keep your vow!

You sell your body for an oath?

Whore!

Let my husband go!

You put a spell on my manhood.

It's not my fault you can't love.

You're the only one that knows that.

Would you discredit the Inquisition?

I prefer God's holy will.

God!

Help me!

Ah.

God has spoken.

He doesn't want me to kill you.

But I can't let you go.

Ah!

God forgive me for what I'm about to do.

Oh no.

Oh.

Oh, Maria.

Oh my god.

Oh, Maria, what did they do to you?

Oh god, Maria.

Oh.

No no.

No.

No don't.

Don't.

You don't have to.

You don't try.

Sh.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

You don't need a tongue to have a voice.

You can speak with your mind and your heart.

Oh.

Oh, Maria, I'm going to take you to the meadow

where we met before.

Antonio!

Antonio will still love you.

Oh my god.

Still love you but you have to stay alive.

If you stay here, you'll die.

Your body is weak, but you are strong.

You're going to a place where you can heal

and learn to use your gift.

When you return, you will be well and wise and ready.

Now go.

Go. Go.

Go.

You will rest so deeply, so far away that life will seem lost.

They will think you are dead, and they

will take you from this dungeon to an open grave.

You will be among the dead, but you will be alive.

When you awake, you'll be free.

Farewell.

Guard!

Filthy bastard guard!

Shut up, witch.

I killed another one.

The righteous men of Toledo have mired another woman!

Damn.

You idiots, why did you tear out her tongue?

We didn't, we don't do tongues!

Of course not.

How can they confess if they don't have tongues?

He must have done it.

Who?

Wonderful.

What are you talking about?

She's dead and we didn't do it.

Ha!

The next prisoner who dies, the one responsible

will be an enemy of the Church and tortured.

Yeah!

He killed them too!

And who's going to tell him?

Get this body out of here, it's bringing the rats.

It's beginning to stink.

Get it out of the castle.

Quiet!

Gomez.

Oh no.

No.

Get rid of the corpse.

I'll tell him.

Maria?

Maria.

Maria!

TORQUEMADA: Stop!

Who killed her?

- Francisco said that-- - I didn't.

- Yes, you-- yes, you-- - Mendoza.

Mendoza.

He said that--

well, he told me that uh--

that you-- - Fools.

Why would I kill her?

She was innocent.

Innocent?

I took her confession.

She was not a witch.

We didn't do it though.

It was the hag.

She bewitched us all.

She burns at the stake tonight.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

This will be a shrine to you, Maria.

Oh, God. Oh.

Gunpowder.

Christians of the holy city of Toledo, tonight,

we rid our country of one of the most dangerous and evil women,

mistress Esmeralda.

She has midwifed many of Satan's children into this world

and changed them for Christian babies.

Captain of the Guard, the Inquisition of Spain

commends the witch, Esmeralda, to the civil authorities

for punishment.

Be merciful unto her.

Amen.

Let this confessed rival of the Church

be condemned according to law and chastised

according to custom.

All praise to the Inquisition.

And all praise to the Grand Inquisitor, Brother Torquemada!

I'm sorry, mistress, that you weren't

able to properly confess.

There just wasn't enough time to torture you.

Thanks anyway.

You want a witch?

I am a witch!

And I curse you, I curse you to suffer the same death I do.

Yes, yes, yes!

Come closer.

Come closer!

Take a good look at your own death!

Watch closely, you might miss the suffering.

,, I curse you to die by the flame in your hand.

The righteous will prevail, the guilty punished.

Torquemada, you hypocrite and tyrant,

I curse you to die by your own tortures at the hands

of all the

Blasphemer!

Blasphemer!

You killed her!

And as I am a Christian faithful man, if I

lie, may my tongue be cut out--

Oh, God.

If you listen to the prayers of witches, let Maria live.

Die, witch!

Burn in hell forever!

Look at you hell!

No.

Maria.

Forgive me.

I loved you.

And I killed you.

Forgive me.

Baker, I decided not to kill you yet.

You can't torture me.

It doesn't matter any more.

I don't care!

Look up.

Razor sharp.

The finest Toledo's steel.

I shall christen my new device with your blood.

MARIA : Antonio.

Help me! - Maria.

Where's my wife?

Dead.

You lie!

Dead and buried, as you will be.

Maria!

No, you stupid rat!

Not my face, the ropes!

Oh.

Oh.

MENDOZA: Savior.

What are you're doing here?

Why don't you go torture some heretics?

I tortured the baker's wife and she was innocent.

Get out.

You tortured me and I was innocent.

I was your savior.

I won't let you murder him.

No!

They were innocent, all of them.

Women, children.

Ah!

May God have mercy on your soul.

Damn you to hell.

No!

No one escapes!

No one!

Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

Reload!

Use your power, dammit.

Get more!

Kill him, fools, or I'll have you burned!

Get him!

Kill him.

After him!

Kill him.

God, why?

- Maria!

Oh.

Don't touch her.

She's my wife, monk.

And you can't have her, even in death.

Then join her.

No!

MARIA : Torquemada.

No!

Please!

MARIA : Murderer.

I didn't mean to kill you.

I wanted you!

I swear.

MARIA : Blasphemer.

The curse of the hag.

The hag!

May you die by your own torture.

Leave me alone, witch.

At the hands of all the innocent souls

you tortured and killed!

VICTIM: Murderer.

Tyrant.

Blasphemer.

Blasphemer.

Hypocrite.

Murderer. Tyrant.

Blasphemer.

Murderer.

Blasphemer. Tyrant.

Judas.

Blasphemer.

Murderer.

Hypocrite.

No!

Have mercy!

Mercy.

Have mercy.

You all, you confessed of your sins.

You all deserved to die.

Your hearts are black with sin.

For the love of God.

Please.

No!

Forgive me.

I-- I should never have hurt you.

I should never have let him hurt you.

What did they do to you?

He cut out her tongue.

We were innocent.

You called my name.

I heard you speak.

MARIA : I love you.

How?

You're dead.

Get back to your cells.

Get back-- I said to get back to your cells.

Why aren't you stopping them?

Go back.

Stop them!

Why don't you-- somebody stop them!

CARDINAL: Let them go!

The Grand Inquisitor himself said she's innocent.

The baker and his wife are free to go.

But the others?

There will always be others.