Mark of the Devil

There are 500 crowns to be shared among you.

I need the monk and the youngest of the nuns alive.

With the others you can do as you please. Go on!

Come on! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Faster! Faster!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

No!

No, no! Please!

In the name of our beloved master, the Prince,

I proclaim to you that an attack from the powers of darkness is planned.

It would be sinful not to fight violence with violence.

The Devil is in all of you.

Wherever the hand of the prosecutor points,

you must not hesitate to follow.

In the name of justice

and our secret laws

it has been decided

that the Prisoner No.1

has profaned the celibacy of the clergy

and defiled the sacraments of the Church,

and that this person has debauched and blasphemed against God

and has committed sacrilege under the eyes of our crucified Lord.

Teach him a lesson! - He doesn't look so horny now!

Furthermore, out of this union has issued the Accused No.2,

whose body and soul have been dedicated to the Devil since birth.

Finally, the Accused No.3 has confessed

to illicit intercourse with the Devil on Goat's Mountain.

Ever since then impotence has fallen on our city

so that men and women are not able to fulfill their marital duties.

The Accused No.1,

who committed sacrilege four times under the eyes of our Lord,

shall have the fingers of his right hand chopped off.

Then he shall be tarred and feathered

and chased through the streets like an animal until he drops dead.

In the name of the Lord, have mercy!

Strip him. That way the women will enjoy it too.

Now for your baptism, with tar.

- Give him a nice bath! - Pour it all on.

Now a good shampoo for his priestly head.

This will keep your hair in place.

Now a little rinse.

The Lord forgive you. You know not what you do.

And now the Holy Ghost will descend on you

in the shape of lovely white doves!

He makes a nice rooster!

Go on, run! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

- Bring Prisoner No.2. - No! No, please! No!

Now for Prisoner No.3.

Father in Heaven, save me, please. I have never sinned against Thee.

Quiet, you witch!

Why don't you pray to the Devil?

Maybe he's better at fornicating than saving souls.

I suppose you think you'll be canonized for this?

- Or worshiped as a martyr? - Father in Heaven, save me.

Oh!

Oh, Father!

Father, save me!

I curse you in the Devil's name.

All of you will burn in Hell.

I swear I've never been the Devil's mistress.

She's the one who had intercourse with the Devil on Goat's Mountain.

He took her to his den in the disguise of a little donkey

and then they fornicated all night long.

She's the witch!

She's the witch!

- The show is nearly over. - Don't worry.

There'll be lots more in this town before long.

They say a witch's burnt body smells of sulfur.

Soon there'll be no one left in town.

Albino will be here any minute, my Lords. He lives here in my mother's little inn.

He's attending an official function. He's very zealous.

- Vanessa? - Yes?

Bring some more wine.

Is he expecting you?

Clean the table.

It's good to see some real authority.

The idea of justice in this town is like a joke.

There he is.

I am Albino. You wished to see me.

Christian von Merou, at your service.

Sit down.

We have an official communication from His Highness.

Read it.

I can't read.

It's a proclamation about Lord Cumberland's arrival.

He has been sent here by your lord and master, the Prince,

and entrusted with the difficult task of tracking down and punishing witches.

I am the witch finder here.

You are to report to him upon his arrival.

I am the witch finder in this town. ls that clear?

Witchcraft has become too widespread for local authorities to deal with.

You will prepare rooms in the castle for the three of us.

I shall also want to see a full report of your activities.

I don't make up the reports personally.

I leave it to my advocate.

She's very beautiful. A wonderful body, hasn't she?

Who are they?

The attendant and executioner of Lord Cumberland.

That means we can prepare for more executions.

Albino, if you got yourself burnt like a witch,

when the hot flames start to warm your arse,

you'll act human for a change.

You must come home, Father.

I'll come when I please. Those fires made me thirsty.

- Well, how are things? - I heard Lord Cumberland's arriving.

He'll see justice is done.

Like a vulture who picks a carcass clean.

- May God protect me. - And me too.

Cumberland is coming, the new Lord Executioner.

- That's why I'm leaving. - Say a prayer for those staying.

You have to get hold of documents on the hearings and confessions.

It doesn't matter where they're from.

We haven't got any confessions. I can't invent them just like that.

They'll want to see written reports on the course of the trials.

That's absolutely impossible.

We never had any trials, at least not publicly.

And there weren't any indictments, nor were there any confessions.

All we have are the sentences, sentences of death.

Cumberland will set things right.

When Mary was burning she swore Rebecca was a witch.

Your last words are the truest.

I always thought Rebecca was strange.

Whenever I walked by her I made the sign of a cross.

Me too, and spit three times.

They say a whole town was wiped out by Cumberland!

And with 50 children!

Nobody could be worse than Albino.

I can't wait for the day when he burns on the funeral pyre.

Cumberland has a taste for blood.

His executioner hasn't the best reputation either.

A real butcher.

Have you heard? He's bringing his own executioner with him.

Yeah, Jeff Wilkens.

He's the most famous head chopper in all of Europe.

They say he's a real bungler.

When he beheads someone, he can't even find the throat.

I want those confessions and I want them tomorrow morning.

But where will l...?

Even if you have to write all night,

I want to prove that those confessions were not tortured out of people...

brutally.

Here you are.

I wouldn't like to fall into his hands.

When he finishes with you the executioner begins.

The Devil has ears too.

I enjoy a good witch-burning every once in a while.

It's better than a boring sermon.

This town needed a man like him, really.

Bring us some ham and bread. I'm hungry.

In a minute.

Well!

Well, Vanessa.

So you like the young Baron?

That pansy who stinks of perfume!

I don't sleep with pigs.

I could have you denounced as a witch.

It's the only way you could get a woman!

You will pay for that!

Stop that witch!

I accuse you of having trampled on the Cross,

of having ridden to the Sabbath

and thrown the holy Cross of our Saviour into manure

so that the skies grew dark and the rain fell upon the Earth.

No, look at his face. He is the Devil.

I swear he rapes women before burning them.

Yes, it's true. Look, look! Look at his face!

He is the Devil, not me.

Cowards! How can you sit there like that?

I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch!

I tell you, I'm not a witch!

And you all know that. Why don't you do something?

Just look.

Look, the sign of the Devil is on her mouth.

She kissed him to bring impotence to the country.

She is a witch!

Ha!

Do you hear? She doesn't scream.

She doesn't feel pain.

Turn her around.

She is a witch!

May I see the indictment?

She's ridden to the Sabbath.

She's made love to the Devil.

She is a witch.

She's mixed frogs and toads with her own blood.

To poison Lord Cumberland.

The indictment.

The advocate has it.

You're lying.

We found the advocate searching for written confessions

so that he could forge reports

as you instructed him.

Is this an example of your justice,

arresting someone without an indictment,

behaving like an animal?

There wasn't any time. The witch would have escaped.

Ten lashes to remind him that he serves God