The Baby of Mâcon (1993) - full transcript

A movie about the corruption in all levels of society. A baby is born from a supposed-to-be virgin woman, so a chain of hysteria about divine intervention in the birth takes place.

The harvests are...

...poor.

The animals...

...sterile

The orchards...

...lean

And this are the low waters

Men and women...

...stopped having fun itself

to the bed

The copulation is a serious matter...



and the fruit that one some withdraws negligible.

Except the disease...

...and sadness.

The first contraction.

A !

A.

It comes!

It comes.

What we will see now.

Look at! The soufflet of Satan

Worsened Desillution.

The second contraction.

Two !

Two.



The machinerie of the Devil!

Three !

Three.

The men are all of the idiots without sting

It comes.

Four !

Four.

The women are all of sterile shrews.

Five !

Five.

This resembles the torture instruments of Holy agathe that sacrifia...

...his chest for that his body remains pure.

That will be a new pregnancy ghost.

A blood new envelope and of puses.

It comes!

There should be a doctor in this pregnant one, monseigneur.

Maybe could I play it. I excel in diagnosis.

Six !

Six !

It comes.

It comes !

It comes !

This woman is a lot too old one for have done to work his stomach.

She was a lot too old one for have done to work the understands of his husband there is nine months.

This did not be maybe his husband, but the bed column

we will have then a monkey some drinks and again.

In this city, God was forgotten

His church is some ruin.

- All will finish itself in the tears.
- And we have all some to pay the price.

She has three girls, pretty,
and that were born there is years.

Why some to pass again by there

It comes!

It comes.

Veil you the look and holds ready the coffin for a piece of saindoux.

Women, this old one gives birth to maggots...

... to a calf head...

... to a plucked goose...

... with of soft palmate feet...

... to a toad going out while swiming on a bile wave.

The old women should not force their husbands to unbutton their fly.

The women humiliate themselves to excite their lovers.

and the girls train with candles to attract the demon.

It comes!

Seven!

Seven.

... and all this to what they give naissance,ce are corpses.

Eight.

Eight.

... or of the gurgle.

Nine.

Nine.

... mandragores

Ten !

... and of the towards of earth.

Eleven !

It lives...

... and it sings.

God created strong sensations in the intestines of the women.

It comes!

Twelve.

Which magnificent head.

It comes !

Thirteen !

Pray the Lord that the body of a woman can be so fertile in events!

We really were born thus ?

This is a boy.

so nude...

It has ten fingers.

...aussi humid...

Its ears are perfect.

And this odor ?

It will be big.

Is This God or the Devil..

...The responsible of such a birth?

They are blue as the comet.

My birth did not unfold itself thus, it is sure?

did I be born of this manner?

The Christ did it go out of go out it breast of the Virgin Marries?

Joseph he seen the son of God thus?

It has ten orteils.

Its eyes are opened.

It is so beautiful...

...and his small zizi is a perfection.

It will be big

It will be envied.

It will eat.

Cheer!

It will be liked by a kind woman...

... and a bad one.

It will drink.

Cheer!

This child will render wise us...

... and it will render rich us.

That has the taste of the honey soaked alcohol!

It will not live a long time.

It will be eternal

It will pee.

Cheer!

it is hot...

... as the layer of the Virgin Marries.

- It will dump...
- Cheer!

... on the earth...
Who will itself drive so poorly with him.

it is necessary you to give him my name: Cosimo!

Cosimo!

It will render famous you!

It can accompany me in the spring to Vallombrosa in order there to drink waters...

And to bathe with me in the river Adjano...

Who heals the heretics...

and the blight of the pork fever, the scrofule and the drop...

...incontinence, blood blow...

...incontinence, blood blow...

...palpitations

...palpitations

...The fear of morgue.

...The fear of morgue..

You must met my mother to Arezzo and she will kiss you...

God is everywhere present.

What a so ugly and so old woman delivered of a so beautiful child...

...Is a miracle.

A miracle.

A miracle.

It is necessary for me to write to my father.

You must wrote to my father...

Yes. I could play the role of a notary... or the one of epistolier of the baby...

I will write to my father, and it will summon my uncle, the cardinal Fespichi...

...Who is sure to be the next pope.

I will allow you to see my New Will...

Writes on ivoire paper of elephant to ink crimson extracted of the cochineal...

Cochineal!

Brazil...

and Helen's eyelashes...

How itself do it can that a so ugly woman...

...Donne birth to so beautiful children?

It is so beautiful!

Hold it well.

A woman of this age has not the right to give birth to a so beautiful child.

This child is it really my brother?

This child is it really his?

The really see go us out of its intestines?

Or did us find it...

An abandoned child...

A lost child...

An orphan...

...Sous reads it?

-...in the cupboard?
- on the step of the door?

-In the basket to linge?

Under the stairway?

Why does she succeed of go out it while we are so barren?

It is so beautiful!

What its feet are small!

What its hands are small!

His small one understands and its small couilles are perfect.

Hold it well.

Leave me to kiss it!

I then to keep it with me?

It resembles me.

It some would be necessary himself of a nothing for that I be his mother.

There is only she that some drooled.

You some will drool later for the holds.

Is it heavy?

Hold it well.

It is for me! I want a child as him.

Then, find you a husband.

I want to be the mother of this child.

In this city, you would do better to use you your own finger.

Try mine, Danielle.

Be not ungrateful, Danielle, you did not lack standards in this city.

Spin! Spin! This is at my turn to play.

I am the father. And this is more than a finger that served me!

Done me to see my child!

I have a boy.

At last. See you, my medicines...

... my remedies do their proofs

And they are for sale.

I would know to play the father better than this crude fool.

Maybe you could insist, Monseigneur, for that I hold the role?

Nevertheless, there is not that my drugs.

What possess you therefore that produces so miraculous babies?

One can organize a demonstration.

It is not anything else that a small dripping tail.

His charlatanism does not be worth nothing.

This is not him, the person in charge, but she.

I would be even ready to exchange his ugliness against a child of go out it.

You must show to my husband how to do.

This is more effective if this is me that shows it to you.

This is an imposteur... and the last person to take its own remedies.

It knows that they are inefficient.

Now that I gave birth to a son in so good health;

It must be nourished as it is necessary.

I want to nourish it!

There is things, my child, that you must do for that it is possible.

I want a son in good health. Show me this that you have for that it in be thus.

Too small.

Too big.

Leave me to taste.

Too bitter.

Too soft...

Too salted...

Charity of roman, monseigneur.

it is a curiosity that to see this,
monsignor, rarer even to know.

Too soft...

Go there!

It is necessary to this child as much of milk as it can some to drink.

We should offer to him... a cow... a sacred cow.

This is thereto that the cows are destined... ?

No?

This innocent one is the good one.

Here the one that will nourish my child and will return his father to trust him.

Look at this child.

Not is it magifique?

It will buy us the fortune.

In a region where reigns such a sterility, this is a model.

I am the wise woman that the put to the world,

And now I feel my breasts to inflate.

I am the wise woman that the helped to come to the world.

And now I feel in my intestines the blood to go back.

I am the wise woman that examined the placenta.

And now I feel that I can populate the world.

I am the father, and this child is a miracle...

It is in my strength to sell you the success of the fertility.

Thanks to me, you will become as fertile as the valley of the Jourdain...

that the Garden of Paradise...
Paradise the Sky.

A day... when I will be married...

I will take your remedies... And I will have a son as splendid as yours.

Look at this miracle.

Not is it magnificent?

What did you undertake to rid the people of the misery?

This Child will do miracles.

Watch out, my girl. The art of the prophecy is not given to everyone.

And that some thinks your son - him, the skeptical, follower of the new sciences?

I heard to say that you faites to burn coal and heat water

To do to turn wheels and return the fertile fields?

Which miracle sort is this therefore? We does it give to eat?

With your grimoires and your instruments
΅X that do you hope to accomplish...

...while we, the women, put to the world of beautiful children for that it becomes better?

I think that you should do miracles before of you some to praise.

Awaits to see, skeptical, awaits to see.

We already see, my child.

The mysteries of God are revealed.

We do not more must have of these illusory superstitions when we can bring the proof of the divine miracles.

Consequently, the Man can come
to the aid of God in his writings.

It is in effect capable of
produce endless fire and light.

We know consequently, that God does not have
put the earth in the centre of any things.

The sun is the centre today and
it is the world which turns around him.

and they think consequently that
the creation of the Earth is
previous to that of Adam.

Adam really needed a woman
to fulfil the work of God.

The man does not make
the children all alone!

The woman either.

The virgin Mary did not have
requirement of Adam!

You do not believe, that fact for
the man and the woman to make of
children is not a sufficient miracle?

This was her.

It can the being consequently.
In here is evidence.

Let me touch the head.

Allow me to embrace it
on the mouth.

Give me a piece of the clothes.

Cut me an end of its swaddling clothes.

Allow me to touch his zizi baby.

Your child can me
to bless of his fecundity?

That this child comes to spend a night
in my bed to bless me.

You can touch it.
Be not afraid.

Keep it in your skirts that it
the warmth of tone can smell
body and to bless you consequently.

We have a phenomenon there.

A mark of hysteria.
An opportunity to be studied.

- Your creed is called into question.
- All this is only superstition.

But if he had to fulfil miracles...
your science would not be enough for it.

It is a temporary miracle.
A simple product of the flesh.

The Church should look after
to support creed out of the way
wrong wonders and wrong miracles.

And, my father, to lose
also opportunity to make the good?

With this child, my father,
you could restore the reputation of the Church...

... and the ruins of your minster.

Let this child touch lightly my hands.

So that my bed is
a place of duty and pleasure.

You will be rewarded for it.

We can help you.

I am sterile. I do not have child.

I am greatly in order
tried hard to have as one of it.

I exhausted my husband and taken by the lovers,
put to bed with drunkards...

... and am humiliated to me in
a brothel for soldiers.

How I can persuade
this child to help me?
Allow me to touch it.

Allow that I embrace his baby
mouth. Gather his saliva
that I can drink it.

That my breast can accept it
to bless my future.

I shall pay you.

I shall pay you every day.

What have we therefore here?

This child flatters my ambition.

It is worthy of my beauty.

He is an assistant helper
of my good destiny.

It makes of me a lady estimated,
a virtuous woman,

about which they speak cranement
in the good society.

I could be rich.

This child flatters my ambition.
He is an assistant helper of my good destiny.

I could be rich.
I could be rich.

I could be rich.

I believe, monsignor,
that they will give me
a role for some crowns.

Have I your permission, monsignor?

If they go to the point of entrusting you
a role, what I doubt...

... we shall pay your costume.

They will think that it is a honour.

I could be rich.
I could be rich.

So only...

Hotter than this!

" I could be rich ".
That this text is hollow!

Be going to try me to drink.

You so felt like
to have the role, you would have paid them!

What? Whom you are...
a lancer - extra?

No ΅X it is a halberd.

Imagine an epoch when to walk
on the earth a pleasure was.

Remember as
food was a delight.

The Sash of Humility.

Sharpened in a shroud...
200 000 sons of silver,

72 pearls, 12 diamonds,

32 rooms of silver...

Sum...

Watch out not to fall.

... ten thousand crowns.

Raise the head and look
right in front of you as this.

The Waistcoat of Chastity.

Sewed by Virgins...

14 ounces of beaten gold,

28 diamonds...

Sum:

Twelve thousand marks.

Be held definitely.

Raise the hand and make
a benediction.

Imagine an epoch when
to walk on the earth was a pleasure.

Remember as
food was a delight.

The Topcoat of Caution.

Bought from the Turk... Bagdad,

Assurbanipal,

Cadossa, Barberousse...

Sum:

Five hundred slaves.

Are you cold, my Child?

The Dress of Devoutness.

Don of a thief...

which hid it from his father,

his sister violated,

and kills his mother...

Sum:

Nine escudoes.

Are you hungry?
Stand up straight with nobility...
as this.

The Crown of Potency.

Iron...

... result of fount
martyrs' wedding rings...

... and widows' brooches...

Sum:

Smith's wage.

Is it heavy to hit?

I forbid you to drop it.

Remember herbes high
and abounding orchards.

Remember of in former days when to sleep with
your spouse was only contentment.

The Seeds of Misery.

Glassy.
Nothing of the glass.

Sum:

Sum: no one.

Stop trembling!

Remember as
food was a delight.

Remember of in former days when to sleep with
your spouse was only contentment.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

The boy can to bless my pig farm
and I promise you the tenth
our ranges.

A tenth is not enough,
a quarter it is not much for whom
solicit a so not much provided child.

Blessed, my brother,
the pig farm of this man.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

The Child can to bless my beehives and
I shall provide you with honey
during three years.

It is not enough ΅X it is necessary us to be
provided with sweets for life.

Blessed, my brother,
the crop of honey of this man.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

This child can to bless my cows,

and I shall give you so much
of milk which you will be able to drink.

And so much cheese and butter
that we shall be able to eat.

Blessed, my brother,
the herd of this man.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

I bless this white cow
and you give it so that you
continue assuring your subsistence.

The Child can to bless a sick woman.

That you can give to the Child
as a token of your thankfulness?

Nothing.

Then the Child will bless you to prove
how much we are magnanimous.

Blessed, my brother,
the illness of this woman.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

And if I was sick, also.
Bless me, my child, for
that it is given to me to be fecund.

It is not of me that I think...
but be able this child to bless my girls.

That you can give to the Child
as a token of your thankfulness?

Nothing.

The child is generous
but do not deceive us, because
you have what to give.

You have four girls΅X
two can accept a benediction,

... and one of her owes
prostitute itself in order to
support my father...

... And other one must sleep with
my father so that it goes on
to amuse itself.

Blessed, my brother,
the girls of this man.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

I bless...

... and the last must make nun
and become the companion of the Christ.

I bless this work,
she can be fecund.

Consequently you see
what what is miracles!

Miracles are
of the spring of the Church.

So that you can
to benefit from it in person?

So that the people can there
benefit without favour no.

This child is so nice,
you do not find?
Even you, can determine it.

But it is your plaything,
and you are his spokesman.

It is the voice of God.

Where is his mother?

You resemble his mother so much.

But where is the mother of the child?

You resemble his mother so much.

Where is the mother of the child!

You resemble his mother so much.

I am his mother.

You are not married.
Who is the father then?

It is a virgin who gave birth.

Impossible! My child,
your naivety overtops your pride.

The Christ is born of a virgin.
It can again occur.

Such thing does not exist.

It is virgin.

It cannot be then his son.

Pourqui not?
It already saw itself.

Not since one thousand six hundred years.

Examine me and me you
would cover with shame.

Have as you fright at learning the Truth?

This child deserves better than
your disdainful scepticism.

My pureness will make ashamed all
the incredulous women, and will make redden
all the contemptuous men.

I have never resembled in this,
even when I was 13 years old.

Yes, indeed, this child
am still virgin.

Yes, it is her.

You could definitely withdraw one
benefit of its lies.
How can they believe you?

See yourlself!

I do not know that to search.

So many years passed.

Her anatomy is delightful.

I am not persuaded of it.

It is indeed what she pretends.

I am not persuaded.

Kind of old fool!

We should ask
in a more well brought up authority.

Perhaps, monsignor,
would you give us your opinion?

That's true, I agree on it.
It is virgin.
I can assert it at first sight.

I see a fecund country in spring,

with dances and women who
sleep in peace with their spouse.

I see a fecund country in spring,

with dances and women who
sleep in peace with their spouse.

I see two for us future
the most audacious and the most eventful.

I see two for us future
the most audacious and the most eventful.

I see distress
all our enemies.

I see delight
all our enemies.

I see glory.

I see infamy.

I see gold.

I see death.

We shall be rich.

You will be poor.

Joy will be mienne.

Pain will be yours.

And why not yours?

Because I shall have died...

What do you know about it?

You are only a child.

And what do you know about it?
You are only a prince.

Mother...

You should not show you. You are sick
and you must reside in darkness.

Where is my son?

They will laugh...

... of an old woman who sleeps
still in the same bed as her husband.

They will laugh at you and will say
that the Child is not yours.

For your good, it will be needed you
always to refuse to suppose that
the Child belongs to you.

And my infant?

We shall live comfortable for
rest at present if you keep
silence, kind of fool.

If we want to thrive,
you must trust in me.

The child is vigorous,
fear nothing for him.

Hidden, you must remain hidden, because which
would think that you are the mother of a saint?

And my infant?

You use your brother boldly

You eat some white bread,
wood of the white wine and you spread
your legs on the corner of fire.

You use it. The child goes very well.

You take advantage from this child
as a mackerel of a whore.

Father, it makes the mackerel for you.

You grope with a maidservant whom it paid you.
Do you wish to lose this pleasure?

It is necessary you to remain hidden,
because who would think that you are
the father of a saint?

I am the father of this Child;
he must learn my trade...

This child is only an infant;
you exploit it with atrocity.

It is it which pays your pleasure.
It is only a child!

You can be silent, you are nothing furthermore
that an existent milkmaid of a milkmaid.

You could definitely use it.
We drew you of the bouse...

... because my libidinous father
develops a taste for your breast;

you fell of the sky and we have you
hired to nurse a saint.

The husband and the spouse,
the childminder and the whore.

Incompatible prisoners
between sheets...

... making war for ever.
The world incarcerated in a bed.

The husband and the spouse,
the childminder and the whore.

Incompatible prisoners
between sheets...

... making war for ever.
The world incarcerated in a bed.

Incompatible prisoners
between sheets...

... making war for ever.
The world incarcerated in a bed.

The world incarcerated in a bed.
The world incarcerated in a bed.

You, you do not believe
in the power of this Child?

I believe only in what I see.

You tie too much importance
in evidence. A too big number
of evidence spoil the truth.

Evidence served you for
certify of your maidenhood.

It means that sands
of the desert cease being because
you, son of priest, did not see them?

Where nests your creed?

I can think that there is some sand in
the desert because knowledge
trustworthy assert it.

And I have knowledge
trustworthy who maintain that
miracles exist.

There is also the weight of common sense,
of observation and science.

You cannot demand
two things at the same time.

You am is virgin and the child is
not of you, that is you are not him
and the child can be of you.

Why can be?

Because you can have stolen it.

People think that this Child is
mine and that he can make miracles.

It is you who brought them
to believe in these two lies.

And you do not succeed in believing
that consequently fields are fecund...

... and that they give birth in
children as in a nest of honeybees?

Coincidence.

Coincidence?

Or the activities of God have no
report with you and with the child.

You believe therefore in God?

It is it big Scientiste.

You are jealous of our success when
requests of your father have nothing
made against famine and misery.

It is definitely evidence
that this priest has no relief.

Do you find the nice Child?

Yes.

Do you think I am nice?

There is who say that you are him.

And you, who did you say about it?
Does not our success entice you?

The effect which the Child produces on
people does not it fascinate you?

Why do not to hold us
for an interesting experience?

I would put on at your disposal
if you wanted to notice me.

You could experiment
your scientific curiosity on me.

I could even you
prove that I am virgin.

Incredulous, demanding an evidence
as you are him,

you should not
really keep this proposal?

First shrinkage.

They say that he could have there
a role for me on stage.

And keep your silver for
costume; I shall not need it,
I am going to play my own role!

Crop was thin,
and are not it any more,

The sterile animals...
they increase.

The spare orchards...
they are fecund.

The married women
pray in their bed...

... and birth
children am announced.

To want to resemble in
Virgin Mary, you blaspheme.

The church is filled with icons
from the Virgin to the Child.

They added them creed.

It is everything.

You could join us.

You could be Joseph.

If this child is yours,
you then already met
your Joseph,

and in the statements of all, it was deceived

΅X cocufie by God.

I do not believe in your history
of Immaculate Comprehension;

if this child is yours, as
you let it assume,
it is because you ran the beggar-woman;

and I would never have idea of
marry me to a given away virgin.

Alone this little finger stood,

by curiosity of nuptial feelings.

My father would never allow it.

Your father! You are your
own master ΅X wait
not his permission.

I get ready to accept the priesthood
and thanks to his help I shall acquire
a quick progress.

Joseph, you are a hypocritical.

I noticed you look at the childminder
when it discovered its chest
to give the breast to the Child.

I noticed at you look me.

If your conscience is flustered
but that your wish is not it,

I shall deliver you a secret that it
do not need that you reveal.

Come.

Here is my mother,
the mother of the Child, my brother.

It is impossible. It is indeed
not the mother of the Child.

Yes.

No.

I shall never think that it is the mother
of the Child. You still fool me.

Idiot!

This woman is my mother,
and the mother of the Child is.

Mother, say that you are the mother of the Child.

Mother, say to us whom you are?

No.

Mother, say!

Yes, I am the mother of the Child.

You lie.

How you can compel
this woman to maintain that it
the mother of your Child is

while in obviousness
she cannot the being?

It is too old...
too ugly too ill.

You are a whore. It
would take for me after miracle of
think that she is the mother of the Child.

Then allow me of you
show one!

Here is the place which I chose
so that you make of me
a holy mother,

Joseph.

You are madwoman and you blaspheme.

That can very indeed
to make you cursing?

Since you are the mother of this child
΅X and that there is not legitimate father

΅X this makes a whore of you...

You are a blind person and an idiot...

double of a pathetic good scientiste.

... and you should
be treated as as such.

Agreed.

Treat me as a whore...

You will see me bleeding,
and you will believe me then.

And we shall be able to get married.

I shall never get married to you...

You exploit the young children.

What do you make here?

I came to see that
you caused no damage.

What damage can I cause?

Do not pay for it attention,
it is only a child.

Embrace me; reflected in the fact that
you can acquire by embracing me.

Take my breast...

... breast which never have
filled with some maternal milk.

Because the infant is not
taken out from my entrails,

but of those of my mother.

Uninterrupted, suck, taste my milk.

You cannot it, because there is not.

The Child is not mine.
I am virgin.

Now, look at the fact that
you can have as you want.

Now take me and
your bollard will be covered with blood.

In the name of your future offspring,
protect my innocence...

... and character
sacred of my birth.

It is not you
who must lose blood ΅X but it.

Your blood is too precious΅X
because who will believe you
if you are not more virgin?

Your pureness is the sacrifice that
you must fulfil to succeed.

Your success depends on it.
You joined your maidenhood with my birth.

It is that hushed up so
use your power?

To keep it can save you
of violent death.

You are not a favour,

΅X but a bane,
and it is necessary that this animal dies.

My sister, kill this animal.

... and, even me, who owes
so much excuse you,
would not excuse you.

This animal is only a means.
I am the message.

Kill me.

My son died and you killed it.

It is the Child who is origin.

It rejects responsibility
on the Child!

How a child can be taken there
so that such event occurs?

You are not worthy of being
the guardian of this child.

You enticed my son,
and you slaughtered it.

I am the protector of this child;
the Child needs me.

This child must be withdrawn to him

This living being is not made
to assure his ease.

I am the mother of this child.

You are not worthy of being his mother!

This Child needs me,
you cannot separate us.

You are not any more the mother of this Child.

I shall prove that this Child is mine.
It needs me.

Come, my child!

You do not care about the Child
but only of yourlself.

It is in the Church to be in charge of it.

That the Child decides!

Come, my child.

Ungrateful child!

It is me who created you!

You are my creation.

The world is with your feet
and venerate you thanks to me.

Accursed you are for your ungratefulness
and accursed are those
which kidnapped you from me!

They give me a role.

Good blood, how much
did you buy them?

Nothing some crowns.
I am going to play, guess who?

You must be able
to support pain.

Me, I can support it, pain!
Say to me my text.

Ten crowns word?
Is it rather painful?

This Child will be a sign there
your direction to say:
you are not left.

A Vial in Amethyst
containing the Saliva of the Child.

Bet at price: five hundred.

Six hundred!

Seven hundred!

Eight hundred!

This is a fluid of my body.

These are the fluids of my life.

... acquired by giving a lemon
bitter to suck to the Child?

One thousand!

Adjudged!

... of my body of my life.

This Child will be a sign
in your direction
to say: you are not left.

A containing Gold Vial
the Urine of the Child.

Bet at price: eight hundred.

This is a fluid of my body.
These are the fluids of my life.

Poor rascal,

he cannot even pee without
that somebody turns around
of him with a bucket.

Twelve thousand!

They have wine barrels
and vats of this liquid.

Thirteen hundred!

Fourteen hundred!

Fifteen hundred!

Six thousand!

Adjudged!

... of my body of my life.

This Child will be a sign
in your direction to say:

you are not left.

A Vial containing Blow
of the Child concentrated on
a frozen spoon of silver.

God of the sky!

Bet at price: five thousand.

This is a fluid of my body.

Eight thousand!

A crown!

Ten thousand!

Freedom for the city of Macon!

Twelve thousand.

A monopoly of one year on the gabelle!

Adjudged!

of my body...

... of my life.

This Child will be a sign
in your direction to say:

you are not left.

A Vial in containing Amethyst
the Tears of the Child.

They pinched it and stank,
it would not surprise me.

Bet at price: eight thousand.

Twenty thousand!

Twenty-one thousand!

Twenty-two thousand!

The girl was perhaps a sorceress;

even it, however, did not sink
pins in the skin of the Child.

This bishop enjoys his tutelage.

What does it enjoy most?

Of pain or silver?

Thirty thousand!

More torment is cruel,
more they will disburse silver.

And which kinds of abjectness they have
still inflicted to this boy?

Fifty thousand!

Adjudged!

A small Sheet of tinted Gold
some Blood of the Child.

Bet at price: twenty-five thousand.

Twenty-six thousand!

This is there. The blood of the Child!

Thirty thousand!

Thirty-five thousand!

Forty-five thousand!

Forty-eight thousand!

Taken from his language
so that nobody
the injection of pin sees.

Or on his scalp.

Or on later sound.

Fifty thousand!

Adjudged!

And we all are lost.

Sell the blood of the child
for some silver.

We all shall be punished,

in the correct way.

You are a Child.

Days pass.

Nights pass.

Weeks pass.

When you will be big,
you will be able to suffer.

Days pass.

Nights pass.

Weeks pass.

These days, these nights and these weeks...

... are however the Child you are.

With me, you would have been able to be
so nice one, a so nice Child.

The Beauty in death fades.

With me, you would have been able to be
a holy, splendid Child.

The saints fall in lapse of memory.

With me, you would have been able to prevail
the love of the world, nice Child.

Love is only a fire of straw.

With me, you would have been able
live forever, nice Child.

With me, you would have been able to be so nice...

With me, you would have been able to be a saint...

You would have been able to prevail
the love of the world.

You would have been able to live forever...

Nice Child.

A so small life, as
death mowed,
having started there is so not much,

concluded so early,

Was God impatient?
It was only a child.

It is only a room...

... with music.

Be not distressed.

It is only a room...
with music?

God says the same thing
each time death knocks?

It is only a room...
with music?

When I shall die,
will they say the same thing?

It was only a prince. He died.

It was only a room...
with music.

Monsignor, be thankful
towards music.

Most of us
die in silence.

The child died...

It is it who killed it.

It will be necessary that they punish it!

It is a murderer!

It will be necessary that she dies.

Feel mercy of her.

They pushed it there...

... and it is not it
the mother of the Child.

It is still virgin...

... and they cannot hang it.

... because they cannot hang the virgins.

-. in this shrine.
-. and in this city.

It is not virgin,
it enticed my son and put to bed with.

You cannot kill me,

... because I am virgin and
virgins cannot be hung
in order of this shrine...

... and from this city.

And you can determine and
prove that I say the truth definitely.

We cannot examine you
in this place, idolatrous.

Why not? This minster
am dedicated to the immaculate Virgin,

why I should
not to be examined here?

Of what are you scared?

Of the potency of maidenhood?

She cannot avoid in
consequences of his crime.

It is virgin by my eyes...
they cannot carry it out in this city.

She lies to us and deceives us all.

It is virgin by my breast...
they cannot carry it out in this city.

In the presence of law,
it is in suffering.

It is virgin by my head...
they cannot carry it out in this city.

If it is virgin, she can avoid
for ever in consequences of his crime.

I am virgin for ever...

... for ever I abandon
in the delight of love.

... so that you cannot
get falsehood on me
of your revenge...

... because you wish to kill me
for the death of your son.

There will be somebody for
to find a resolution in this dilemma?

Who can clear free us out
of this hysterical whore?

I deliver this murderer
virginal in the militia...

... it will be kept with
the respect owed to his person
in nurses' hall.

I shall govern and shall bless...

... all those who search in
carry cure in injustice
made here this evening

... so that a fair
performance is acquired.

My castigation is devoid of clemency.

My castigation is devoid of clemency.

Monsignor, your advice is
blameless,

... your sense of pertinence there
material of marvellous justice.

We take in your place an unique freedom,
knowing that we have your approbation.

You cannot hang me.

You cannot touch me.

How much times the sister of Caligula
did it fill up the Roman senators?

Thirteen times.

Thirteen times. For infanticide,
this girl of the demon deserves so much.

You cannot hang me.
You cannot touch me.

How much times Diocletien
did it fool girls of Maxence?

Thirteen times as thirteen times.

Thirteen times as thirteen times.

For working,
this girl of the demon deserves so much.

How much times the christian virgins
they suffered abuses of Stiffs?

Thirteen times thirteen times!

Yes, my child, thirteen times thirteen times.

For avarice, this girl
of the demon deserve so much.

You cannot hang me.
You cannot touch me.

By this fair revenge,
you excuse my son.

By this fair revenge,
you excuse my son...

You cannot touch me nor hang me.

I am the right hand of the Child.

This goes, kind of boor, stops playing.
The public does not see you, fool!

You so much felt like this role,
you should go until the end.

Go, at job, kid. It is you
who have privilege to be the first.

What is some waste!

Go off, kind of bastards!
For the love of God!
You me tops badly in the arm.

What! I do not want to see
your jewellery of family ΅X this lines up!

Hurry up, kid, there is still
thirty which wait behind you...

... and they have only of ten minutes!

It is not in your intentions?
Kind of bastards!

You cannot...
Wait... Drop me!

Imagine a public of 300
persons around us...

... and nobody knows
that we do not play!

I am virgin.
You cannot make this.

What do you make?
Please... No!

No. Kind of bastards!
I am a virgin...

It is virgin!

Sacred hoodlum ΅X you chafed
your bollard on your curl.

In the following!

You have no means
of existence on earth.

... and everybody owes
earn his living on earth.

You are condemned
in prostitutes' life.

The family is decimated.

Children's sins have
always the mother for origin.

The family is decimated.

Children's sins have
always the father for origin.

Two hundred and six!

Thirteen times.
More thirteen times more thirteen.
More thirteen times thirteen.

Ended.

It is good to be carried out.

She died!

A very good actress.

- I sinned!
- It was a sinner.

But to die in that way, no!

It was a murderer.

But it did not deserve
to die in that way.

- The child either.
- You ordered a fair castigation.

You are excused.

I am him?

The Child goes back in
the lap of the Creator...

... having suffered on Earth.

His presence was for
we a benediction.

This Child was too much kidnapped from us early.

If he had lived, it would have blessed me...

And would have blessed my children...

And the children of my children.

Future benedictions
being refused us...

Because of the avarice of the Church...

The Child was intended for us.

It would not have left us.

His beauty was refused us.

His presence was refused us.

It will not refuse us
to touch lightly the clothes.

... a button of the dress of ceremony...

... a thread?

The Seeds of Misery.

The Seeds of Misery.

The Crown of Potency.

The Shoes of Persistence.

The Dress of Devoutness.

Topcoat of Caution.

Bought from the Turk.

Bagdad, Assurbanipal,
Cadossa, Barberousse...

The Waistcoat of Chastity.

The Sash of Humility.

Child ΅X bless me of your hair.

Child, bless me of your small toes.

Child, bless me of your small fingers.

Child, bless me of your small feet
which milled on the earth.

Child, bless me of your small hands
which asked God.

Child, bless me of your small hands
which asked God.

Child, bless me of your small arms
who would have been able to grip me very extremely.

Child, bless me of your small legs
which walked in the steps of God.

Child, bless me of your small arms
who would have been able to grip me very extremely.

Child, bless me of your small feet
which milled on the earth.

Child, bless me of your small manliness.

Child, bless me of your body.

My God. Famine cannot
be big just like that.

It resembles a pork.

... and it also stinks.

I paid one thousand crowns.

This evening, it is my turn.

Why there are candidates in not
know that to make it which pay for
to play all the good roles of villains?

Men and women...

... ceases having a good time...
... in the bed...

The copulation is a serious affair,

... and the fruits that one
withdraw from it negligible.

... except illness and sadness.

Which splendid head.