Season Of The Witch

No, please! I beg you!

I beg you! Tell them the truth!

Tell them you know me!

I'm not a witch.

My daughter!

No! No!

No! No!

No! Please!

No!

You have all been found

guilty of witchcraft

and consorting with the devil.

If you would save your souls

from perdition,

repent now and confess your sins.

I confess. I confess.

I confess!

Go on, child. Did you

sign a pact with Lucifer?

Yes, I signed a pact. I confess.

Please, I beg you!

- Have mercy on me!

- I made ointments for a copper!

But it was just pig's fat,

not witchcraft, I swear it!

WOMAN:
Priest.

You're gonna burn in hell.

Do it.

No! No!

WOMAN:
Please! No! No!

MAN:
That's a witch!

Oh, wait! Wait!

You said you would spare me!

Your soul, child.

Your soul will be spared.

But the body must be consigned

to God for absolution.

No, no, please! I beg you!

No!

Wait!

The bodies.

They must be pulled up.

There are words which must be

spoken from the Book of Solomon

to ensure they do not rise again.

They've been hung and drowned.

That's dead enough for me.

Amen.

MAN:
Today you are truly blessed.

Today you tight for God himself.

Today you are holy warriors, baptized

in the blood of our unholy enemies.

Look at that rabble down there, Behmen.

Just waiting to meet the Lord.

I pity any man whose last face

they see is yours, Felson.

MAN CONTINUES:
...has fallen!

The only sin you will face

this day is failure!

Whomever slays the most men

drinks for free.

I'll take the 300 on the left,

you take the 300 on the right.

But if we divide them evenly,

who will buy tonight's drinks?

Oh, you're buying, my friend.

Prepare for battle!

Fine, I'll kill all 600 myself.

Draw your arms!

Charge!

I'm building up

a powerful thirst, Behmen!

You're buying, my friend.

MAN:
Let the sands turn red

with the blood of heretics!

Strike down our unholy enemies!

Do not yield until

every enemy of God has fallen!

You ever get the feeling

God has too many enemies?

Being his friend is not so easy either.

They are godless people. Infidels!

They have sinned against God

and against His only son, Jesus Christ.

They must be punished!

Do not fail Him!

Strike down with His vengeance!

Let none survive!

A thousand lost souls

for the fires of hell.

A glorious day for the Church.

You call this glorious?

Murdering women and children?

Know your place, knight.

You pledged your life to the cause.

For God. Not for this.

I am the herald of God in this world.

His voice rings ever in my ears.

Perhaps it is not His voice you hear.

How dare you!

I am the voice of the Church.

Bathed in truth and blameless

in the light of my Lord.

You are no more than a rogue

with blood on his hands.

Who controls your insolent

tongue, Behmen?

Let's get the hell out of here.

You cannot leave.

Who's going to stop us?

Sheep roaming free

and no shepherd in sight.

- Did they jump the fence?

- All of them?

We've been walking all day

and haven't passed a soul.

Keep your souls,

let me find a chicken.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Hello?

FELSON:
What happened to them?

I don't know.

FELSON:
Seen much death,

you and I.

Some deserved, some not.

But what does one do

to deserve a death like that?

Nothing.

BEHMEN:
Finally. A town.

FELSON:
We might be recognized.

- We should go around, Behmen.

- Go where?

These horses won't carry us.

They're farm animals.

We need proper horses, food.

Provisions.

MAN:
Blessings for the poor?

- MAN 2:
Please let them come to me!

- WOMAN:
I beg you!

- Please, no more.

- Take me with you.

MAN 3:
Lord almighty, heavenly Father,

accept the pain and suffering

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