Belladonna of Sadness

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A Mushi Production Film

BELLADONNA OF SADNESS

Based on the novel LA SORCIERE

by JULES MICHELE Screenplay

YOSHIYUKI FUKUDA

EIICHI YAMAMOTO:

Art Director

KUNI FUKAI:

Animation Director

GISABURO SUGII:

Key Animation

TSUENO MAEDA:

SHINICHI TSUJI:

Editor

MASASHI FURUKAWA

Music

MASAHIKO SATOH:

INSIDE THE PALE MIRROR

Lyrics by CHINATSU NAKAYAMA

Composition by MASAHIKO SATOH

Performed by CHINATSU NAKAYAMA

BELLADONNA OF SADNESS

Lyrics by YU AKU

Composition by ASEI KOBAYASHI

Arrangement by MAKOTO KAWAGUCHI

Performed by MAYUMI TACHIBANA

Jeanne (voice)

AIKO NAGAYAMA:

Narrator (voice)

CHINATSU NAKAYAMA

Other Voices

MASAYA TAKAHASHI

MASAKANE YONEKURA

Devil (voice)

TATSUYA NAKADAI:

Director

EIICHI YAMAMOTO:

Once upon a time...

A kind young man and

a beautiful young woman

Were joined in love

Jean and Jeanne

Dancing in the sky of bliss

Smiled upon by God

Drunk on happiness

Jean and Jeanne

Together forever

Smiled upon by God

Forever with each other..

May they live happily ever after.

But our story is just beginning.

Your highness,

today your loyal subjects

Jean and Jeanne

were joined in holy matrimony.

Honoring tradition, Jean has come to make

an offering to show his gratitude.

Your highness, please accept this money

in exchange for Jeanne's hand.

We sold our milk cow to get it.

How many milk cows?

One. We have only one cow.

Ten cows.

Your highness is ordering

you to pay ten cows in tax!

What?! I beg you...

We're too poor to pay ten cows.

Your ladyship, have pity!

Is this child chaste?

I vow on my soul

that it was a pure marriage.

Jeanne has never done anything unseemly.

Earnest and hard working,

the pride and joy of our village.

Child, do you love this man?

Yes, your ladyship!

And you her?

Yes!

Listen everyone, after milord has had his

turn, you're all entitled to this offering!

Let's forget what happened.

Our life starts from this moment.

What is that flickering

In the pale mirror?

Not tears,

Not sighs,

But tomorrow's vanished scraps.

Or could it be...

A woman's leaden body.

What is that howling

In the black sunset?

Not the night wind,

Not a crow,

But a creaking hinge of rusted hope.

Or could it be...

A woman's painful moan.

Don't worry.

Look how tired he is.

Don't wake him.

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

You called me.

I did?

I'm sure I heard it...

Your soul was screaming,

"I want power. Someone help me."

And also...

"I'll give anything...

if someone would save me...

even my soul."

Are you the devil?

I am you.

That tickles. Stop it!

I want to give you power.

As you wished.

A tiny thing like you!

It's your fault that I'm tiny.

My fault?

Yes.

I can become as big

and as strong as you want me to.

It's all up to you.

You're so funny!

You're laughing!

It's good to finally

see you happy.

You're right.

I...

laughed.

I thought I'd never laugh again.

I understand you, Jeanne.

I've always been by your side.

I know everything about you.

I told you, I am you.

Stop that!

What are you...?

Where'd you go?

You're doomed at this rate.

Pray all you want...

Just look at your husband, Jean!

Earnest and hard working,

he should be in his prime,

but he's already breaking down.

He'll probably get sick.

Probably won't make it past the winter.

Don't!

I don't want anything,

I don't need anything,

I just...

want to save him.

Please...

help me save him.

Now that's more like it!

Jeanne went to town to sell her thread.

The town was starving again that year,

but the lord still collected taxes.

People were crushed by despair

and too weak to cry out.

The only one working was Jeanne.

The town.

Jeanne's thread sold for a good price.

No one even wanted to haggle.

Jeanne's husband Jean was

the only one in the village

able to pay the lord's high taxes.

Rumors started spreading that

Jeanne was possessed by the devil.

Delighted that Jean

had payed all his taxes,

the lord appointed

Jean town tax collector.

Before only a poor peasant,

now Jean was an official in a red hat.

Jeanne was happy for

her husband's success.

But Jeanne also noticed

that the villagers had changed.

Now they bowed deeply,

and avoided crossing paths

with Jean and Jeanne.

The darkness is burning

The darkness invites and seduces me

Burning darkness

Deep into it...

Blazing hot...

The darkness is burning...

Get away!

What do you want from me?

This is only the beginning.

Indeed, this was only the beginning

of Jeanne's suffering.

War broke out.

War is expensive.

But winning meant more land.

I'm leaving for the front tomorrow,

and this is all you collected?

Yes...

but tomorrow I promise...

Fool! It takes more than

a few drops to turn a mill!

If you don't get all the money in

three days, I'll have you hanged!

But your highness... no one

has any more money left!

Teach this man to listen to orders.

Make his body remember.

Chop off his left hand.

You called me?

I did...

I'll help you.

I know you want power.

You're cruel.

You're mine now.

Your body, your soul.

Lies!

My soul belongs to Jean

and to God.

You beautiful fool.

Still you resist me,

even when you're beneath the rod!

Your husband is on

the road to perdition.

What will you do now?

You're mine already,

but I want you to accept me

of your own free will.

I also want your heart and soul.

Otherwise, he will...

This flesh, this rotting flesh,

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