Luther

Help me! Don't let me die

like a dog on this road!

Don't let me die!

I'll become a monk!

I'll become a monk!

I'll give myself to God!

I'll give myself to God!

I'll give myself to You!

I'll give myself to You!

Just spare me! Spare me!

Just help me!

Your father's here.

He's brought

the whole family.

He's leaving.

Father, please stay for supper!

Father!

Your first Mass,

and you crap yourself!

I hoped we could talk.

We scraped to send you

to the law,

to elevate you

to a noble profession.

I sweat in the mines for 20 years

to give you the chance

I never had!

Is that how you

interpret the commandment

to honor your father and mother?

God brought me here.

God?

A shaft of lightning

burns your arse,

and you call that God?

The devil, more like!

Father!

Shut up! Shut up!

Leave me alone!

Satan, stifle your lying tongue!

I never claimed to be good!

Never!

They know my faults here...

my pride, my cursed lust!

I confess them all!

I confess them all!

Just leave me!

Just leave me!

Just leave me!

Please leave me!

You're too hard on yourself,

Brother Martin.

Arguing with the devil

never does any of us any good.

He has had 5,000 years

of practice.

He knows all the weak spots.

I'm sorry about today.

I'm not here to scold you, Martin.

I'm too full of sin

to be a priest.

You know, in two years

I've never heard you confess

anything remotely interesting.

I live in terror of judgment.

And you think

self-hatred will save you?

Have you ever dared to think

that God is not just?

He has us born tainted by sin,

then He's angry with us

all our lives for our faults,

this righteous Judge...

who damns us...

threatening us

with the fires of hell!

I know! I know

I'm evil to think it!

You're not evil.

You're just not honest.

God isn't angry with you.

You are angry with God.

I wish there were no God.

Martin, what is it you seek?

A merciful God!

A God whom I can love.

A God who loves me.

Then look to Christ.

Bind yourself to Christ

and you will know God's love.

Say to Him,

"I'm yours. Save me."

"I am yours. Save me."

I am yours. Save me.

I am yours. Save me.

The brothers

are not happy with your decision.

They think there are

others in our cloister

better suited to deliver

your letters to Rome.

Martin has two degrees

and an aptitude for law.

It will be

a legal brief he carries.

Besides, it will do him good

to be out in the world.

We need your teaching, brother!

Try some wine.

Let go of me!

Let me go!

You listen, you little thief!

Keep going.

It's none of your business.

Keep going, for your good.

Hey, you look lonely, brother.

Alms for a blind man!

Come on, come inside.

No.

Statues of all

your favorite saints.

Saint Cecilia for sore throats,

Saint Paul for bad backs

and swollen feet, brother.

Saint Joe for chapped hands,

the Virgin...

Pope Julius is coming!

Get down!

Down!

The Pope is here!

It's the Holy Father!

Clear the streets!

Make way for the Pope!

Make way for the Pope!

This way

for Saint John the Baptist's head!

Move along.

Move along, there.

Move along from the Baptist's head.

Give generously!

Good enough, brother.

Fast or slow,

you'll get your 500 years.

Enough!

Name of the deceased

and relation?

Hendrick Luther.

Grandfather.

An Our Father

on every step.

When you reach the top of the stairs,

Hendrick will be released from Purgatory

and into the gates of Heaven.

Name of the deceased

and relation?

Wolfram Eschen, uncle.

An Our Father on every step.

When you reach the top of the stairs,

Wolfram will be released from Purgatory

and into the gates of Heaven.

You are back from Rome

almost two weeks.

Two weeks, and scarcely alert,

even in the confessional.

As your father in Christ,

I order you to speak.

Rome is a circus...

a running sewer.

You can buy anything...

sex, salvation.

They have brothels

just for clerics.

As they probably do

in Leipzig.

One church had the coins

for which Judas sold our Lord.

100 years off Purgatory

for kissing each one.

And you think Rome unique

in such relics?

There are even rumors

about the Holy Father himself,

that he has a lust for power!

Let's go outside.

What's wrong with here?

Well, this floor... the color.

I like color, but you give

your brothers a hard choice...

they either learn

to scrub like you,

or find a way to make your patch

a little less sparkling.

Gently,

like milking a cow.

The ancients

reverenced their bees.

They valued them

more than slaves.

Have you ever read

the New Testament, Martin?

No, Father.

Not many have,

but in Wittenberg you will.

Wittenberg?

A doctorate in theology.

You're sending me away

to study?

I'm sending you to the source...

the Scriptures.

Christ Himself.

Here I'm losing my faith,

feeling like a fool even to pray,

and you're sending me away?

You'll preach.

I'd be a fraud as a preacher!

We preach best

what we need to learn most.

Do not send me away from you.

God gave you gifts for a purpose.

In Wittenberg, you will be

able to change minds, open eyes.

That's what you want,

isn't it?

To change things?

Welcome to Wittenberg,

Father Martin.

I am Ulrick Wender.

I'll be helping you in the parish.

Gunter and I have caught some fish

for your first meal among us.

Wender. That's a Dutch name.

I was born in Utrecht.

We have to stop for Hanna.

She's a little... well, she keeps

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