Wilczyca

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SHE-WOLF

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How is Mary?

The doctor's here.

- Is she conscious?

- She still is.

For God's sake Matthew...

What happened?

She destroyed her unborn child.

Take your hands off!

- Who was the father?

- You ask me that? Her husband?

You know how long

I've been away.

Don't go in. You won't help.

Please, leave the room.

She needs peace.

Get out, please, both of you.

Bring me hot water.

There's nothing I can do.

She's all torn up inside.

I'll pay you as much as

you want...

For what?

No fee will help here.

Except one for the Almighty,

perhaps.

What do you mean?

She's dying.

Yes, Mr. Wosinski.

Mary!

You're back.

Are you glad?

You'll get rid of me at last.

Why did you do it?

You ask me that now?

- Where's Matthew?

- Here I am.

Give me something to drink...

some wine.

I'm weak, very weak.

Mary, Mary...

What is it?

What do you want?

Shall I call a priest?

A priest... for me?

Are you in such a hurry

to get me under the ground?

The devil take your priest.

This is good enough for me.

Mary, for Christ's sake,

what are you saying?

You called me a b*tch...

And I'll die like a b*tch.

Where's the crucifix?

You won't find it.

I burnt it at Candlemas.

Water.

What?

I'll find you...

It's over.

What's that?

Leave it!

Don't touch it!

Do you hear the din outside?

What is it?

- Nothing, nothing.

- Tell me!

We must burn it.

But why?

Wait.

I must try to remember.

What did she need it for?

- Why are we stopping?

- Casper, hold the horse!

What are you doing?

- What needs to be done.

- But why?

- It's for her.

- Are you crazy?

This is preposterous.

I'm quite sane.

Hold your tongue.

I know what I'm about.

She was a witch.

Let's get to it.

I won't allow it.

You're courting disaster.

She'd find you wherever

you went.

Only this will stop her

for good.

- May she be damned!

- No!

You won't drive that stake

through her!

But you will.

Giddy-up!

Let's wait.

Perhaps he'll turn up.

I'm sure he won't.

He'd have been here by now.

A burial without a priest?

- Wait!

- No point in waiting.

Very well. You shall hear

the whole truth, if you must.

The vicar won't come.

Why?

He's known us since childhood.

- Perhaps you paid him too little?

- Too little?

I gave him 5 Imperial Gulden.

He turned his back.

Wouldn't even look.

Nothing would persuade him

and you know best why.

Yes. Some of the fault is yours.

Months at a time you were away,

and she...

I'm ashamed to say it.

The neighbors saw it all.

Drunkenness, debauchery!

Lately she dabbled in black magic,

and now this...

Her end was as wicked

as her life.

So don't expect the priest

to come.

He was adamant:
no last rites.

You'd do better to help.

You have to do it!

You, her husband!

No... I can't.

Are you afraid?

It's only a corpse,

- a rotting carcass.

- For God's sake!

I'll do it then.

Let's hope you won't regret it.

Cover her face!

Must you go?

Yes.

You're going to be a steward

at Rosolowice?

My brother - a flunkey?!

Your home is here.

What are you looking for?

I don't want to set eyes

on this place again.

Stay here, Casper.

No. Good bye, Matthew.

You know where to reach me.

What the devil?

She's found me...

Anyone at home?

Quickly! Open up!

What's the hurry, you blockhead?

His lordship... the horse...

He's asking for you...

Mr. Smorawinski's here.

He rode his horse to death.

Such a fine animal!

I didn't recognize him.

He rode like a possessed.

- Did you notice anything?

- What should I have noticed, sir?

A wolf... a big she-wolf.

A wolf? What would a wolf

be doing here?

Get away, you oaf!

I'm glad to see you.

Jarmolnice's been burnt down.

Here's the witness.

Victor,

I don't think you've met.

Casper Wosinski. My comrade-in-arms

during the insurrection.

We have no time, Louis.

The Hussars are very close.

But you see...

I really can't do it.

What can't you do?

Especially just now?

What do I tell Julia?

Would she rather see you

in handcuffs?

- Perhaps they won't come here.

- Why shouldn't they?

It's all over.

There's no hope.

Too late to argue.

Have the horse saddled

and get ready.

But where?

Where are we going?

Abroad. To Hungary.

Better exile than prison.

Tertium non datur!

God's will be done.

I'll go.

Go and see to the horses.

In the meantime we'll get ready.

Have some food prepared

for the journey.

What is it, Victor?

He's alive.

But what happened? Why?

It's exhaustion.

He must be bled.

What is it?

You have blood on your face.

It's nothing. It's just a scratch.

It was the crucifix.

He must be put to bed

somewhere.

Hey there! Come quickly!

Tighter!

More?

More?

- More?

- More. - More?

Forgive me, I'm only...

That is...

Why are you laughing?

Forgive us my dear,

you startled us.

Who's the visitor?

Well, sit down.

Julia!

Hortense, my dear...

I attire myself...

What else should I do in

this wilderness?

You, men meet and play politics.

Ridiculous pipe dreams.

They're not pipe dreams,

we're fighting our oppressors.

You fight! Who does?

Why use the plural?

Are you trying to prove

you're a man?

But to whom, my dear, to me?

You've been trying hard

since our wedding day.

If it were not for Hortense...

That's enough!

So, you're fighting!

With whom, may I ask?

Perhaps it's a secret?

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