Lore (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Prague Clock: The Curse of the Orloj - full transcript
As two clockmakers race against the curse of the Orloj, a curse that has already driven the city of Prague to madness and death with the Black Plague, these brothers will discover the price of trying to change history.
[bell tolling]
♪ ♪
[man screaming]
[bones crunching]
[clanking, crunching]
[crunching continues]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
KRISTOFF: To understand
the Orloj and her curse,
you must understand Prague.
The greatest clock in the world
constructed for the greatest city in the world.
And like any precious jewel,
she was jealously protected.
Once the clock stopped,
the city stopped.
The future of Prague
was cursed.
[horse sputters]
JAN:
Dirvick.
Stop it.
It is just a mask.
I know.
I thought Prague was clear
of the plague.
Brother,
think instead of clocks.
[laughs]:
Clocks.
Yes.
It's a marvel.
It may as well be a statue.
And it will put money
in our pockets.
[laughs]
[gasps]
Can we help you, death-man?
I am Dr. Kristoff Brehovy,
and I'm looking for
Jan and Dirvick Mirandesh.
Unless they are your masters?
Sir, we are the men you seek.
You look like Turks.
Uh...
We have no country.
And no plague.
So keep your distance.
But your letter says
Jan and Dirvick of Bohemia.
You mean our letter
to the mayor?
Yeah, God rest his soul.
The foul plague,
that is the reason I am here.
But it does not explain
why you are here.
-It is where we live now.
-[flies buzzing]
And those are good names for
where we live, yes?
[quietly]:
Dirvick.
Don't mind him.
I'm sorry, are there any
clockmakers here?
We can be on our way.
No, no, no, no.
No, I, uh, I apologize.
Welcome to Prague.
And to your new home.
Come.
Come.
Oh.
[gasps]
[laughs softly]
You'll have to forgive
my brother, he's a...
a bit enthusiastic.
It shows me that my faith in
your expertise is well-placed.
JAN:
Well, more his than mine.
My skill lies more
in the care and feeding
of Dirvick's enthusiasms.
To your benefit, of course.
Ah, it's a wonder.
KRISTOFF: This clock has
remained silent for 60 years.
Now, if your brother can
make the hands move
and the bell toll again...
-Well, as long as
our price is agreeable...
-Yes.
...you don't have to take
another step in here ever again.
Oh. Many men like you have
tried, and many have failed.
Uh, master clockmaker...
Master?
Oh, I am no master,
merely a journeyman
seeking to prove
his capabilities. [chuckles]
Eh, what Dirvick means is that
in the shadow of the Orloj,
no clockmaker could
consider himself a master,
unless he first masters
this machine.
It's not merely
one machine, brother.
-Hmm?
-These are many.
Clocks within clocks,
each driving the others.
And the complication
of the clocks themselves...
These, too, individual machines,
built with a single purpose,
but operating in concert
with the whole.
-It moves, Jan.
-Or will, when we're done.
Kristoff has, uh,
made a generous offer...
I would fix it for pleasure.
As you can see,
my brother has his function,
and I have mine.
I-If there's anything else you
need, please send for me.
Well, um, this job is bigger
than any one man or two men,
no matter how en-enthusiastic.
The foreman will join you
tomorrow.
-Just the foreman?
-No, no, no.
He-He'll bring whatever men
he decides are suitable.
-Good evening.
-Good evening.
Fix it for the pleasure?
♪ ♪
[tongue clicking rhythmically]
Hello?
Um...
Aah!
[groaning]
JAN:
Dirvick?
-Master!
-[Dirvick groaning]
Look what I brought.
-Did you see it?
-What?
Some of the gears moved.
Impossible.
Nothing has moved in this clock
over 60 years.
Mm. Come.
What happened to your hand?
Here...
take it.
Ow.
[laughs]:
You were meant to drink that.
Fix yourself, clockmaker.
[Dirvick panting]
The Orloj is our home.
And the only good one
in some time.
In your letter,
you lied to them, didn't you?
You said
I'm a master clockmaker.
What would you have me say? Hmm?
My brother has grand ambitions.
Please pay him as though
he has already received
his hoped-for recognition.
I am who I am.
I am not ashamed.
You should not be ashamed.
But we should not
go hungry, either. Hmm?
Worry more about your hand than
your reputation as an artisan.
If it gets worse, I'll send
for the surgeon in the morning.
Hmm? Now, hold still.
[Dirvick hisses]
-[chuckles]
-Ow.
I'm more worried
about the clock.
There are no plans.
Who builds a wonder like this
and leaves no plans behind?
JAN: Someone very confident
or very stupid.
[kisses]
It's madness.
There is a little madness
in every genius, brother.
Now, sleep.
Plans are for daylight.
[grunts]
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
You are the foreman?
We were promised a full crew.
We're paying for double the men.
You're paying double for these.
Ridiculous.
What is ridiculous
is that I managed
to convince these men
to enter the cursed clock.
You're not the first
to come here with plans
to restore the Orloj.
Superstitions and fairy tales.
No, death and nightmares.
They all went mad, my friend.
And those that stayed
too long... died.
The city has suffered
since then, pestilence run amok.
Well, you've seen the fires,
the masks?
The shell of what Prague was
and they say
it's because the clock
doesn't want to be restored.
If all of that is true,
what are you doing here?
Well, you're paying double.
And I'm hungry.
[flies buzzing]
[horse whinnies]
[indistinct chatter]
There are no such things
as curses.
[indistinct chatter]
MAN:
There you go.
-Now, you pass that one down.
-Got it.
[indistinct chatter continues]
MAN:
All right, there it is.
There it is.
FOREMAN:
And this isn't the only assembly
we've found in such a state.
I just don't understand
how something
like this could happen.
It didn't.
It... it was deliberate.
As I said, the clock doesn't
want to be restored.
[chuckles]
Or someone doesn't.
That's certain.
Show me the rest.
[tongue clicking rhythmically]
Ah...
[continues clicking tongue]
[pants]
[yelling]
Take a hammer to it
or pray to the Lord.
-[men shouting]
-We have to stop it
before it kills your brother.
Whatever makes it stop.
[screaming]
[men shouting]
KRISTOFF: The Orloj is many
clocks within one clock,
all turning in perfect
synchronization.
It was Master Clockmaker
Hanus Carolinum
who breathed life
into this clock's unique
astrological functions.
Some people believe
there was a deeper purpose,
to give her the power
to forecast the fates
of kings and countries.
The Orloj told
not just the time.
The Orloj told the future.
JAN:
The clock moved on its own.
And what really matters
is what they believe.
And they believe in the curse.
I'm sorry.
I'll collect my brother
and ask only payment
for time and expenses.
Stay. They'll pay you double.
Now who's mad?
Two men doing the job of 20.
We'll find you men
who are not afraid of stories.
There are curses and there are
those who are being cursed.
There's only one
cure for both: hope.
-Double, you said?
-Yes, double.
-Okay.
-Good.
♪ ♪
[ethereal singing]
[gears clanking]
Brother?
I have been back and forth
across the city
and return
with excellent news...
and news somewhat
less than excellent.
All right, so... [chuckles]
none of the news is good.
No. No. Unless you're you.
Because you're
the one who offered
to fix this monstrosity...
[chuckles]
for the pleasure.
Your pleasure.
Oh.
All right. Not quite that bad.
They doubled our pay.
Thank you. My pleasure.
Yes.
Oh, my pleasure.
And... [chuckles] we don't
have to share it with a soul.
[laughs] Nope.
Nope, because we are on our own.
Again.
No crew.
Social animal that you are,
I am sure you weep
at the very thought.
Huh? Where are you?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Hey, you. You.
What are you staring at? Huh?
This? [laughs]
How dare you to judge me
when your Lord and Savior
made endless supply
out of water in Canaan.
[liquid splashes]
Dirvick?
Brother.
It's a cursed city.
I saw things, horrible things.
Show me your hand.
-You should have come to me.
-Soldiers, brother.
Women and children
under the sword, and worse.
Flame consuming
nearly every building.
Great, black buzzing birds
raining death from the skies.
Eyes on fire.
Clockwork monsters
on wheels and tracks,
rolling through
the streets of Prague.
Quiet. Rest your mind.
We need to find you
a surgeon tonight.
DIRVICK:
It showed me all of it.
It cursed them with it.
I can stop it.
I can fix the clock.
Dirvick, enough.
I have this.
You see?
I found this.
It's the key to unlock
the missing piece.
Enough, I said.
You could lose your entire arm.
Is that what you want? Huh?
We are leaving now.
Dirvick.
-Dirvick.
-No.
Dirvick, stop it.
Dirvick, stop it.
-Please!
-[growling]: No!
Dirvick.
Dirvick, stop!
[coughs]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[flies buzzing]
What your brother suffers from
is neither the plague,
nor any contagion
I can identify.
I don't understand.
All of that from a cut
in his palm?
-There was no sickness
when you arrived?
-No.
God, his eyes.
KRISTOFF: The blood is not
the worst of it.
JAN:
You don't understand.
This would be like
denying him food, air.
KRISTOFF:
Your brother rots
from the outside in.
I am sure there
must be something.
What afflicts your brother
is not disease.
It's the curse.
-Do you want
to save your brother?
-Of course I do.
-Because he's your livelihood?
-Because I love him.
Then break the curse.
I-I don't believe in the curse.
The clock, it does not
take any interest
in what you believe.
Your brother has,
at most, days to live.
Fix it.
Make the Orloj turn again.
Break the curse
while some time remains.
KRISTOFF:
Beauty, they say,
is in the eye of the beholder.
It can inspire many things.
Oftentimes, jealousy and greed.
The masters of the city didn't want the splendor of the Orloj
to be given
to any other cities.
They threatened Master Hanus
to never replicate it,
but he refused.
The soldiers,
like they often do
when carrying out orders
from those in charge,
showed no mercy.
[screaming]
KRISTOFF: Master Hanus found
his way back to the clock.
He uttered a curse
on the city of Prague.
Terror, destruction,
and to those who would dare
repair the Orloj,
madness and death.
Then hurled himself
into the machine,
sanctifying his dark wishes
in his own blood.
I was there that night,
you see.
[bones crunching]
♪ ♪
I was just a boy then,
but I saw the clock
weep with blood.
And so, it seems, did he.
Doctor, I have spent
the whole day in the clock
trying to make sense,
but I have no expertise,
no crew, no plans.
And no choice.
Save your brother.
Save all of us.
[gears clanking]
[crying]
These are plans.
You drew plans.
Brother, you obsessive
lunatic boy.
We're going to beat you!
[gears clicking]
Dirvick and I,
we're going to fix
this damned clock,
and you can take your vengeance
and your curse
and your doomed futures
back to Hell!
We're going to beat you.
[laughing]
I have plans,
but no one to help me,
and I cannot do this alone.
Hey. The clock is trying
to take my brother.
I did not return
for your brother's sake.
-Then money, triple your rate.
-Nor money.
When the clock
almost took my hand...
fires,
deaths,
burned-out buildings,
metal beasts, burned-out eyes.
I have seen things,
horrible things.
[metallic squeaking]
[grunts softly]
Stay with me. Please.
[flies buzzing]
[chickens clucking]
It's complete. Every gear.
Just as your brother specified.
JAN:
Beautiful.
But it is not running.
N-No, I-I couldn't.
Not again.
Please... you start it.
Just, uh, t-turn the handle.
And-and be careful.
You are certain all is correct?
Well, as certain
as I-I can be, Jan.
I'm no clockmaker.
Nor am I.
Must've missed something, uh...
Perhaps in the,
in the trigger.
Here, I'll-I'll return
in the morning.
Of course.
We'll start again.
♪ ♪
The key.
The ring.
[gears clicking]
[chuckling]
You are beaten!
Dirvick.
We fixed it.
We did. Together.
Dirvick.
Dirvick?
We fixed the clock.
Fix the clock,
break the curse.
[sobbing]
For what it matters,
I-I am so sorry.
Sorry?
You told me...
fixing the clock would save him,
reverse the disease.
I knew there was little hope
for your brother,
but there was hope for us.
Hope to fix my father's sins.
Hope to ease the suffering
of the people of Prague.
-But you lied.
-You lied
when you invented your names.
We-we do lie sometimes.
I-I lied.
My father was one of the soldiers who created the curse.
[screaming]
His actions have tortured the
people of the city ever since.
But you and your brother--
Turks, even-- saved us.
I know your brother had
a tragic, tragic death,
but his life saved us.
You murdered my brother.
He wanted to help.
He wanted to stay.
To pay for the sins
of your father?
I did it for the city of Prague.
The little mother shall live.
The plague shall leave us.
We shall be cured.
You... have cured us!
Don't you see that?
False hope is crueler
than no hope.
[sniffles]
[creaking, ticking]
Aah!
Yes. Yes, of course.
I'm so sorry.
[Jan screaming]
[bones crunching]
Jan?
[gears stop]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[man screaming]
[bones crunching]
[clanking, crunching]
[crunching continues]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
KRISTOFF: To understand
the Orloj and her curse,
you must understand Prague.
The greatest clock in the world
constructed for the greatest city in the world.
And like any precious jewel,
she was jealously protected.
Once the clock stopped,
the city stopped.
The future of Prague
was cursed.
[horse sputters]
JAN:
Dirvick.
Stop it.
It is just a mask.
I know.
I thought Prague was clear
of the plague.
Brother,
think instead of clocks.
[laughs]:
Clocks.
Yes.
It's a marvel.
It may as well be a statue.
And it will put money
in our pockets.
[laughs]
[gasps]
Can we help you, death-man?
I am Dr. Kristoff Brehovy,
and I'm looking for
Jan and Dirvick Mirandesh.
Unless they are your masters?
Sir, we are the men you seek.
You look like Turks.
Uh...
We have no country.
And no plague.
So keep your distance.
But your letter says
Jan and Dirvick of Bohemia.
You mean our letter
to the mayor?
Yeah, God rest his soul.
The foul plague,
that is the reason I am here.
But it does not explain
why you are here.
-It is where we live now.
-[flies buzzing]
And those are good names for
where we live, yes?
[quietly]:
Dirvick.
Don't mind him.
I'm sorry, are there any
clockmakers here?
We can be on our way.
No, no, no, no.
No, I, uh, I apologize.
Welcome to Prague.
And to your new home.
Come.
Come.
Oh.
[gasps]
[laughs softly]
You'll have to forgive
my brother, he's a...
a bit enthusiastic.
It shows me that my faith in
your expertise is well-placed.
JAN:
Well, more his than mine.
My skill lies more
in the care and feeding
of Dirvick's enthusiasms.
To your benefit, of course.
Ah, it's a wonder.
KRISTOFF: This clock has
remained silent for 60 years.
Now, if your brother can
make the hands move
and the bell toll again...
-Well, as long as
our price is agreeable...
-Yes.
...you don't have to take
another step in here ever again.
Oh. Many men like you have
tried, and many have failed.
Uh, master clockmaker...
Master?
Oh, I am no master,
merely a journeyman
seeking to prove
his capabilities. [chuckles]
Eh, what Dirvick means is that
in the shadow of the Orloj,
no clockmaker could
consider himself a master,
unless he first masters
this machine.
It's not merely
one machine, brother.
-Hmm?
-These are many.
Clocks within clocks,
each driving the others.
And the complication
of the clocks themselves...
These, too, individual machines,
built with a single purpose,
but operating in concert
with the whole.
-It moves, Jan.
-Or will, when we're done.
Kristoff has, uh,
made a generous offer...
I would fix it for pleasure.
As you can see,
my brother has his function,
and I have mine.
I-If there's anything else you
need, please send for me.
Well, um, this job is bigger
than any one man or two men,
no matter how en-enthusiastic.
The foreman will join you
tomorrow.
-Just the foreman?
-No, no, no.
He-He'll bring whatever men
he decides are suitable.
-Good evening.
-Good evening.
Fix it for the pleasure?
♪ ♪
[tongue clicking rhythmically]
Hello?
Um...
Aah!
[groaning]
JAN:
Dirvick?
-Master!
-[Dirvick groaning]
Look what I brought.
-Did you see it?
-What?
Some of the gears moved.
Impossible.
Nothing has moved in this clock
over 60 years.
Mm. Come.
What happened to your hand?
Here...
take it.
Ow.
[laughs]:
You were meant to drink that.
Fix yourself, clockmaker.
[Dirvick panting]
The Orloj is our home.
And the only good one
in some time.
In your letter,
you lied to them, didn't you?
You said
I'm a master clockmaker.
What would you have me say? Hmm?
My brother has grand ambitions.
Please pay him as though
he has already received
his hoped-for recognition.
I am who I am.
I am not ashamed.
You should not be ashamed.
But we should not
go hungry, either. Hmm?
Worry more about your hand than
your reputation as an artisan.
If it gets worse, I'll send
for the surgeon in the morning.
Hmm? Now, hold still.
[Dirvick hisses]
-[chuckles]
-Ow.
I'm more worried
about the clock.
There are no plans.
Who builds a wonder like this
and leaves no plans behind?
JAN: Someone very confident
or very stupid.
[kisses]
It's madness.
There is a little madness
in every genius, brother.
Now, sleep.
Plans are for daylight.
[grunts]
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
You are the foreman?
We were promised a full crew.
We're paying for double the men.
You're paying double for these.
Ridiculous.
What is ridiculous
is that I managed
to convince these men
to enter the cursed clock.
You're not the first
to come here with plans
to restore the Orloj.
Superstitions and fairy tales.
No, death and nightmares.
They all went mad, my friend.
And those that stayed
too long... died.
The city has suffered
since then, pestilence run amok.
Well, you've seen the fires,
the masks?
The shell of what Prague was
and they say
it's because the clock
doesn't want to be restored.
If all of that is true,
what are you doing here?
Well, you're paying double.
And I'm hungry.
[flies buzzing]
[horse whinnies]
[indistinct chatter]
There are no such things
as curses.
[indistinct chatter]
MAN:
There you go.
-Now, you pass that one down.
-Got it.
[indistinct chatter continues]
MAN:
All right, there it is.
There it is.
FOREMAN:
And this isn't the only assembly
we've found in such a state.
I just don't understand
how something
like this could happen.
It didn't.
It... it was deliberate.
As I said, the clock doesn't
want to be restored.
[chuckles]
Or someone doesn't.
That's certain.
Show me the rest.
[tongue clicking rhythmically]
Ah...
[continues clicking tongue]
[pants]
[yelling]
Take a hammer to it
or pray to the Lord.
-[men shouting]
-We have to stop it
before it kills your brother.
Whatever makes it stop.
[screaming]
[men shouting]
KRISTOFF: The Orloj is many
clocks within one clock,
all turning in perfect
synchronization.
It was Master Clockmaker
Hanus Carolinum
who breathed life
into this clock's unique
astrological functions.
Some people believe
there was a deeper purpose,
to give her the power
to forecast the fates
of kings and countries.
The Orloj told
not just the time.
The Orloj told the future.
JAN:
The clock moved on its own.
And what really matters
is what they believe.
And they believe in the curse.
I'm sorry.
I'll collect my brother
and ask only payment
for time and expenses.
Stay. They'll pay you double.
Now who's mad?
Two men doing the job of 20.
We'll find you men
who are not afraid of stories.
There are curses and there are
those who are being cursed.
There's only one
cure for both: hope.
-Double, you said?
-Yes, double.
-Okay.
-Good.
♪ ♪
[ethereal singing]
[gears clanking]
Brother?
I have been back and forth
across the city
and return
with excellent news...
and news somewhat
less than excellent.
All right, so... [chuckles]
none of the news is good.
No. No. Unless you're you.
Because you're
the one who offered
to fix this monstrosity...
[chuckles]
for the pleasure.
Your pleasure.
Oh.
All right. Not quite that bad.
They doubled our pay.
Thank you. My pleasure.
Yes.
Oh, my pleasure.
And... [chuckles] we don't
have to share it with a soul.
[laughs] Nope.
Nope, because we are on our own.
Again.
No crew.
Social animal that you are,
I am sure you weep
at the very thought.
Huh? Where are you?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Hey, you. You.
What are you staring at? Huh?
This? [laughs]
How dare you to judge me
when your Lord and Savior
made endless supply
out of water in Canaan.
[liquid splashes]
Dirvick?
Brother.
It's a cursed city.
I saw things, horrible things.
Show me your hand.
-You should have come to me.
-Soldiers, brother.
Women and children
under the sword, and worse.
Flame consuming
nearly every building.
Great, black buzzing birds
raining death from the skies.
Eyes on fire.
Clockwork monsters
on wheels and tracks,
rolling through
the streets of Prague.
Quiet. Rest your mind.
We need to find you
a surgeon tonight.
DIRVICK:
It showed me all of it.
It cursed them with it.
I can stop it.
I can fix the clock.
Dirvick, enough.
I have this.
You see?
I found this.
It's the key to unlock
the missing piece.
Enough, I said.
You could lose your entire arm.
Is that what you want? Huh?
We are leaving now.
Dirvick.
-Dirvick.
-No.
Dirvick, stop it.
Dirvick, stop it.
-Please!
-[growling]: No!
Dirvick.
Dirvick, stop!
[coughs]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[flies buzzing]
What your brother suffers from
is neither the plague,
nor any contagion
I can identify.
I don't understand.
All of that from a cut
in his palm?
-There was no sickness
when you arrived?
-No.
God, his eyes.
KRISTOFF: The blood is not
the worst of it.
JAN:
You don't understand.
This would be like
denying him food, air.
KRISTOFF:
Your brother rots
from the outside in.
I am sure there
must be something.
What afflicts your brother
is not disease.
It's the curse.
-Do you want
to save your brother?
-Of course I do.
-Because he's your livelihood?
-Because I love him.
Then break the curse.
I-I don't believe in the curse.
The clock, it does not
take any interest
in what you believe.
Your brother has,
at most, days to live.
Fix it.
Make the Orloj turn again.
Break the curse
while some time remains.
KRISTOFF:
Beauty, they say,
is in the eye of the beholder.
It can inspire many things.
Oftentimes, jealousy and greed.
The masters of the city didn't want the splendor of the Orloj
to be given
to any other cities.
They threatened Master Hanus
to never replicate it,
but he refused.
The soldiers,
like they often do
when carrying out orders
from those in charge,
showed no mercy.
[screaming]
KRISTOFF: Master Hanus found
his way back to the clock.
He uttered a curse
on the city of Prague.
Terror, destruction,
and to those who would dare
repair the Orloj,
madness and death.
Then hurled himself
into the machine,
sanctifying his dark wishes
in his own blood.
I was there that night,
you see.
[bones crunching]
♪ ♪
I was just a boy then,
but I saw the clock
weep with blood.
And so, it seems, did he.
Doctor, I have spent
the whole day in the clock
trying to make sense,
but I have no expertise,
no crew, no plans.
And no choice.
Save your brother.
Save all of us.
[gears clanking]
[crying]
These are plans.
You drew plans.
Brother, you obsessive
lunatic boy.
We're going to beat you!
[gears clicking]
Dirvick and I,
we're going to fix
this damned clock,
and you can take your vengeance
and your curse
and your doomed futures
back to Hell!
We're going to beat you.
[laughing]
I have plans,
but no one to help me,
and I cannot do this alone.
Hey. The clock is trying
to take my brother.
I did not return
for your brother's sake.
-Then money, triple your rate.
-Nor money.
When the clock
almost took my hand...
fires,
deaths,
burned-out buildings,
metal beasts, burned-out eyes.
I have seen things,
horrible things.
[metallic squeaking]
[grunts softly]
Stay with me. Please.
[flies buzzing]
[chickens clucking]
It's complete. Every gear.
Just as your brother specified.
JAN:
Beautiful.
But it is not running.
N-No, I-I couldn't.
Not again.
Please... you start it.
Just, uh, t-turn the handle.
And-and be careful.
You are certain all is correct?
Well, as certain
as I-I can be, Jan.
I'm no clockmaker.
Nor am I.
Must've missed something, uh...
Perhaps in the,
in the trigger.
Here, I'll-I'll return
in the morning.
Of course.
We'll start again.
♪ ♪
The key.
The ring.
[gears clicking]
[chuckling]
You are beaten!
Dirvick.
We fixed it.
We did. Together.
Dirvick.
Dirvick?
We fixed the clock.
Fix the clock,
break the curse.
[sobbing]
For what it matters,
I-I am so sorry.
Sorry?
You told me...
fixing the clock would save him,
reverse the disease.
I knew there was little hope
for your brother,
but there was hope for us.
Hope to fix my father's sins.
Hope to ease the suffering
of the people of Prague.
-But you lied.
-You lied
when you invented your names.
We-we do lie sometimes.
I-I lied.
My father was one of the soldiers who created the curse.
[screaming]
His actions have tortured the
people of the city ever since.
But you and your brother--
Turks, even-- saved us.
I know your brother had
a tragic, tragic death,
but his life saved us.
You murdered my brother.
He wanted to help.
He wanted to stay.
To pay for the sins
of your father?
I did it for the city of Prague.
The little mother shall live.
The plague shall leave us.
We shall be cured.
You... have cured us!
Don't you see that?
False hope is crueler
than no hope.
[sniffles]
[creaking, ticking]
Aah!
Yes. Yes, of course.
I'm so sorry.
[Jan screaming]
[bones crunching]
Jan?
[gears stop]
♪ ♪