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THE SOCIETY OF JESUS

BASED ON A NOVEL BY
JIRI SOTOLA

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IT IS THE MID-17th CENTURY

THE JESUITS SPREAD THEIR
INFLUENCE IN CENTRAL EUROPE

Lord, do not scold me
in Thy anger.

Do not punish me
in Thy fury.

For your arrows
have remained in my body

and Your hand weighs
heavily upon me.

Your anger renders
my body healhiless.

My bones are restless
because of my sins.

My misdeeds oppress me
like the heaviest of burdens.

My madness makes my sores
fester and bleed.

lam wretched,
pitiful and disheartened.

In my gloom,
l wander aimlessly.

My thighs are fatigued and
health has left my body.

I am worn out
and oven/vrought,

l whine with
my heart's anxiety.

You've come already, Father.
Come on in.

Father Rector sends me.
lam Father Had.

May Lord grant you
a good morning, Your Grace.

You are here already.

So they have good horses
in monasteries?

I came on foot, Countess.

Close the door!

I'll go back and clean up.

Come closer, Father.

Should I call you Father?

lam not familiarwith
strict rules of your order.

But you must be hungry.
Have you had breakfast?

No, your ladyship. I thank you.

You Jesu... you, the members
of the Society of Jesus

say mass every day.

I'll take you to the chapel,
but I can tell you right now

it's poorly equipped.

There's no money.

I'm all alone and manage
the estate by myself.

Where did you
spend the night?

Nowhere.

- It's a long way here.
- You walked all night?

Take a seat.

My confessor should know
all about me.

Or perhaps not?

Confession is everything.

Let us say we've just
started with my confession.

With a confessor of my own,
I can do it whole day long.

A confession has its form,
Countess.

lts special way.

It cannot be done
in a drawing room,

like some conversation
about horses.

Horses?

I thought we were
talking about me.

Or haven't you noticed?

We'll both have to
get adjusted, Father.

Neither of us chose the other.

But it can't be helped now.

I'll get used to it.

- You think so?
- I know so.

Let's go to the chapel now.

What did you do before?

I did a lot of things.

Is this just another
of those [h/‘ngs?

I didn't mean it like that.

l fulfilled various tasks,

anything I was entrusted with.

- You're not a doctor of theology?
- I'm not.

- But you did study theology?
- That I did.

You finished your studies?

Almost, yes.

Hm, almost...
Why almost?

You'd look good
with a purple biretta.

Well, there were...

Various tasks?

A lot of other tasks.

And you always
get used to everything.

Always.

Can you teach me that?

If that's what you need...

Oh, I really do need it.

I've been managing this
estate for five years now.

What do you say to that?

- When did your husband die?
- He died last year.

But I've been here
forfive years.

Alone... can you
understand that?

What about your things?

- Aren't you going to fetch them?
- What things?

I've brought everything I have.

You are a handsome man, Father.

You intend to live like a hermit?

I would like to celebrate
the holy mass now.

Alone.

I would like to say my
confession, the proper way.

Later.

- Right now.
- No, laterl

lam ridiculous.
Right, spiritual Father?

Please come closer,
so I won't have to yell.

In your chambers you may
speak as you wish.

But God resides here.

Yes, I know that.

Come closer.

Just one sentence,
and I'll leave you alone.

lam lonely and desperate,
Reverend.

Go back, today!

Tell Rector I wouldn't have you.

Have him send somebody else.
Someone older,

willing to have
a conversation with me.

Even a deaf one will do.

That can't be, your Ladyship.

The Society of Jesus
is a very strict order...

With rigorous discipline.

- You can't do it?
- I won’t.

Say your prayers to Her...

My first late husband
brought me this painting.

It was done
after some old painting...

They say it is miraculous,
but I don't believe it.

Come closer.
Don't be afraid.

There...

Can anyone read?

What letter is this?
An "M"!

And this is A.

You're a Jesuit, aren't you?

Well, yes.

What are you doing here then?

I'm looking for God.

You're crazy, priest.

I'll be back soon!

We ’re c/os/ng the gates!

Wait for me!

We can't wait!

Wait for me!

We're closing the gates!

We're closing the gates!
Hurry up!

Don't close yetl

Go on, get in!

God bid you good evening,
Father Had.

Father John, I've been waiting
foryou since lunch.

Was it hard foryou?

Hard? It was wonderful.

You are late.

It did take me a while.
I don't have it in me anymore.

People don't listen to me...

They should have stuck me
in the kitchen...

...not send me on missions.

- Have you seen the Countess?
- No. Why should I?

Perhaps it would be proper
to see her.

- You think so?
- I do.

You know, you're right.

l stormed in like a barbarian,
not letting anybody know.

But can't it wait till morning?

l'll sleep here. There's
room for both of us.

There's only one bed here.

l'll sleep on the floor!

That's howl sleep
when on missions.

We're going to rest now.

I apologize I am late.

I've been all alone in these
fields forfive years.

My husband died
in July last year.

And I'm all alone here.
Do you understand?

I can't sleep well.

You know, Father...

I am mostly straightfon/vard
with the rest of the world.

I doubt in huge changes
in my life.

What else cou/dhappen?

You see?

St. Ignatius Loyola...

Countess is asking you
to join herfor lunch.

The Abbot brought this.

- Why?
- He wants to get me married.

To whom?

A nobleman.

What did you tell him?

l have to think about it, Father.

You don't understand
those things.

l have to give it a thought
for at least half a day.

And even that's too little
forthe person in question.

The nobleman is likely
to be awfully offended.

I won't be able to show
my face in Vienna anymore.

You can't offend
such a nobleman,

such a sublime, powerful order.

What did you tell him?

Who am I?

They offered me
to take his name.

l, a country widow.

What did you say
to Father Abbot?

I told him nothing.

What about the ring?

Of course, I'll think about it.

He'll come back alright.

Fatherl

Take a horse!

Such s learned theologist...

yet incapable of finding
his own advice.

Is it so hard to be
a widow's confessor?

- I'm not a learned theologist.
- Since when?

You used to be.

You no longerwish
doctor's insignia?

Nothing more.

What kind of advice
do you need?

And what about the widow?

You hear her confessions?

Once a week.

- Does she have any money?
- I'm not sure.

That doesn't interest you?

Not really.

From this day on,
you shall be.

Why should I know that?

You asked me something?

I beg your forgiveness...

Has she written a will?

I don't know.

She's still young,
she should remarry.

Father... listen very carefully.

Should Countess marry again
while you are her confessor,

l'll design a mission foryou
you've never dreamed about.

Father Rector...

I beg you to withdraw me
from the castle todayl

lam a rather poor missionary.

Do you know the meaning
of disobedience?

To wish for something other
than what's been ordered?

And what about that chapel?

- Chapel?
- Sure, the Marian Chapel.

Her late ex was granted a permit
to built it three years ago,

but it's still not there.
What do you know about that?

Nothing.

- Where's the painting?
- The painting?

Of the Virgin Mary. The
chapel is to host that painting,

which is miraculous. How come
you know nothing about it?

- I think I know the painting.
- Then stop thinking,

and make sure that
the chapel is built!

Further on...

I imagine your Christian
assistance in a way

which would direct Countess
towards advantages of widowhood

and hazards of another marriage.
Do you understand?

The woman should be nipped
like a fresh rosebud.

I give you a year for that,
not a day more. Is that clear?

It is, Father Rector.

Do you now know the meaning
of obedience? -I do.

That will be enough.

As a penance,
next Good Friday

you shall carry a cross
on your back

to the place were the
Marian Chapel will be built.

Ha/Z Ma/y, fu// of grace,
The Lord /'3 mm thee,

blessed art thou
amongst women

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

You conceived God
by the Holy Spirit.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

You have changed, Father.

As if you were afraid
of something.

What happened at Rector's?

I don't know what to tell you.

Just bear in mind that force
will accomplish nothing with me.

So, what is it all about?

We were talking
about the chapel.

Fine. And?

And nothing more.

Not even about my
spiritual life?

I agree, I want to live piously.
At peace with God.

But surely that wasn't all.

What do you think,
should I marry again?

Marry?

VVhy?

It's a common procedure.

It is, but not three times.

It can be done seven times.

Marriage has certain
advantages, you know.

It's something you
can't understand easily.

I can't sleep well,
you understand?

You already told me that
during your confession.

You told be those were
the gates of sin.

It seems more
like torture to me.

If you only think about
what takes place in bed...

But wonderful things
happen there, Father.

You'd be surprised.

Only l have slept with
no man for five years!

But I told you that during
my confession, didn't I?

Five years and five months,
if you want to know exactly.

I even know the day.

It was an unforgettable day.

An unforgettable bed.

What can you know about
what takes place in bed?

Your speak vulgarwords.

Not I, dear Father,
life does.

And that is something
you know nothing about.

Do you know how your
husband died?

What do you know
about that?

How could he have died?

When I arrived, the casket had
already been hammered down.

How d/‘dhe die?

He shot himself.

They found him
with his skull shattered.

His brains were
all overthe place.

- Who told you that?
- He who knows the truth.

Why are you telling me this?

I want you to perceive the end.

To be aware of the end
and the punishment.

You are playing games.
You say you will remarry.

You say you are going to do
something absurd.

You say it's unimportant.

You speak out the words
and your are gaming.

What about the end?

The punishment?

Do sit down, Father.

Count Waldstein is the new
archbishop in your diocese.

Do you know anything about it?

Would you like to drink
something, Father?

You appear to have fever.

Yes, Count Waldstein
studied in Rome.

Many years will pass before
his confirmation

by the Holy Father.

Imagine, a rich man.

Some things one simply
cannot understand.

Rectorthinks you should be
expelled from the Society.

Do you know the reason?

Expelled?

No, l have no idea, Reverend.

Do sit down.

Why are your eyes so red?

Why have you
come here so ill?

You should have
stayed in bed.

Your Rector says, you've done

a lot of minor mistakes.

Outrages, he calls them.

Yes...

we have to investigate
the possibility

for our actions to succeed.

lf success is probable,

than all the actions
are acceptable.

Do you know what
I'd like to see?

A church built on
Countess' estate,

visited by processions
from all overthe region,

processions of Catholic worshipers.

Think about this temple.

You do not agree, FatherAdmonitor?

But I do.

You should warn me if I'm wrong.
That's why you are the Admonitor.

What would you do, Father,
if we expelled you?

You haven't finished your
studies, have you?

Yes, l have.

But you haven't passed
the final examination?

No, I haven't. lwas sent...

It is such a great shame.

One should not yield
to one's own indolence.

What shall I do with you?
You only cause me trouble.

No one can rid you of your
calling of a priest,

but you can hardly expect a
parish once you're expelled.

- Do you own any assets?
- None.

It is unlikely that you could
get it back anyway,

but that rector of yours
probably exaggerates.

He talks more like a bargee.
Writes me a letter

as if it were such a distance,
and as if he were a Popel

And an ill-mannered
letter at that!

What is this countess like?
What is her name?

Maria. Maria Maximiliana.

Maria... a beautiful name.

Go back peacefully.
Do your best.

Make up forthe damage
you've caused to our order.

I shall gladly forget
about everything.

Not from the Society! Nol

Your Grace, perhaps we
should try with that painting...

Take it and hold it
before his eyes.

Mary will have mercy.

Take me to him.

Come, let him rest.

Well, Father...

You should light
a huge candle.

We already thought
you'd die on us.

There...

Well, how did it all go?

ls Father Provincial
a good man?

Yes, he is.

You led learned
conversations?

Were you conferred
a doctor's degree?

- No, I wasn't.
- They should have!

Or at least make you
a prefect or a rector.

- There's no better man for it.
- Are you out of your mind?

Who knows if they're going
to keep me in the Society!

But why wouldn't they?

I haven't deserved it.

You are joking! I can see
you're feeling better.

No, I'm telling you seriously.

I am no good
and it grieves me.

It will pass. It's the illness.

You're weak.

I had a sighting.

She came to me...

She was standing at the door
with baby Jesus in her arms,

a twelve star halo around
her head... and she said...

"Clean that painting,
John the Baptist,"

"and decorate it nicely."

"lt hangs so sadly
in shadows."

l decorated the painting
and had another sighting.

She came...

this time without the Child.

Perhaps the Child was asleep.

A pine twig in her hands,

as if she'd taken it
from that wreath...

...to please me.

The Virgin shall get
a new chapel now.

A new chapel... here?

A new chapel?

Don't get up, reverend Father.

Do you know that you showed
the first signs of recovery

when Countess stepped
into your room.

You looked at her
and fell asleep.

I don't rememberthat.

There is nothing to remember.

Father John likes to invent
things, especially miracles.

Do get well,
I've no one to talk to.

What are you two
talking about?

We were talking about
building that chapel.

Fine, we shall build it.
What chapel will it be?

A Marian chapel. We'll also
move the painting inside.

That miraculous one.

All right, we'll take that
picture of yours, too.

Do not let us disturb you.

We wish you a pleasant
day, your Grace.

How about this one?

No, it's not right.

And this one?

- That one neither.
- That one neither...

- This one?
- This one is good.

Take it easy, Father.

Father, is this the place
you saw her? -No.

Virgin Mary appeared
at the top of the hill.

She was sad, crying.

Wait! I went to say
goodbye to the painting.

Lord Abbot brought the
crucifix forthe chapel?

If only it were for the chapel.

What do you say to this?

This isn't meant for
a chapel, but for a neck.

A woman's neck.

- It's from the Abbot?
- He only brought it here.

It's a gift from that
nobleman.

It bears a message.
Does it begin to sink in?

Yes, they want to
get me married.

What did you say
to Lord Abbot?

I told him nothing.

Come with me.

What shall we do, Father?

Scarlet fever...

Avoid contact with
other children.

You watch yourself, too.

She's going to die.

We can't tell.
Only God knows that.

Father, grant me one wish.

Bring that painting here
and hold it before her eyes.

Don't hold it against me,
your Grace,

but the painting will be taken
to the chapel tomorrow.

There will be children
in the procession.

What if the painting
gets contaminated?

The painting is mine,
this child is mine, too.

Besides, you yourself say
God decides who's to get ill.

Well?

This is the punishment, Father.

Punishment forwhat?

For everything.

Everybody is dying,
and I keep on living here.

That is not true.

I shall make the castle over
to your order and go away.

Recommend a good
monastery for me.

Why would you go
to a monastery?

You can't leave your
daughter, she's too young.

She's going to die.

No, she won't.

We shall pray for her.

She's going to die...

A piece of advice, if I may...

Take a vow
of widow's chastity

and you will be at peace.

- What is it?
- Nothing complicated.

A promise not to
marry ever again.

You shall turn down any
proposal beforehand,

all the wooers
and other such nonsense.

All right, Father.

I shall do it.

And anotherthing...

We shall take
the child along

into the procession
tomorrow, with the painting.

I've seen people do that
with the sick people.

I wouldn't drag the child
all the way to the chapel.

She might not survive it.

I like the chapel.

You understood our last
conversation quite well.

Revered Father...

The child is very ill.

I'm afraid the procession
might harm her,

she might die.

Taking herto Holy Virgin...

How can it harm her?

If she dies...

...it will be God's will.

It will be punishment.

You yourself said Countess
spoke about punishment.

Not a word about this
any more.

Will you be burning
books tomorrow?

Books? No.

You think you've
burned them all?

I don't burn books.

Oh, come on...
A matter of principle?

No.
just haven't found
a single book of heresy.

So it's not the principle,
but ignorance...

Best thing would be
for that countess of yours

to go to a monastery.
A widow's vow...

...that isn't much.

Should she leave for a convent

and make the castle overto us,

that would be
the best solution.

But she's got a daughter,
reverend Father.

A daughter? The sick one?

But you said yourself
she would probably die.

Scarlet fever is a
terrible disease.

What are you doing here?
Who are you?

Father Had sent me.
lam Father John.

- So you are Father John...
- Yes.

I came here mostly
because of you, Father.

- You know why...
- I do.

I'm no good.
I can't even preach.

-
see...
-
play with children all the time...

I shall help you.

I want to talk about those
sightings of yours.

They say you have sightings.

She came at
the top of the hill

while I was looking
for medicinal herbs.

Really, many saints had
sightings like you.

lam no saint, Reverend,
just a poor monk.

l nevertold you
were a saint.

It would be wonderful

if tomorrow
during the ceremony

you would shout at us,
"
see /7e/"...

Try to summon Her,
if you love us.

Now go.

I confess that Catholic
is the only true religion.

I believed in Luther,
and now
curse him.

lcurse him.

lcurse him...

l curse him... I curse him...

We shouldn't have
done this, Father.

We shouldn't have.

lcurse him...

No, don't...

Well, Father...

has she come down among us?

I can't see her.

I'm sure she's come down,

but I can't see her.

No l I swear I didn't lie.

I'm watching, looking
for her, but I can't see her.

- But it seemed as if...
- What, car/same?

- there, on the painting...
- What happened there?

I don't know...

As if her holy hand
moved a little.

- It's getting all blurry now.
- A miracle...

Bened/camus Dom/Hum.

I'm asking you, Father,
did you see her?

I'm asking you, did she
give you a sign?

She did, Reverend Father.

It appeared so...

She moved her hand?

He saw it and fell silent.

On your knees,
ye gathered in Christ!

She came through her servant

and he saw!

A miracle... a miracle!

So wasted are my
hands and feet

that I can count
all my bones.

I'll admit...

l was convinced they'd
call me off as soon

as we finished the chapel.

And send you where?

One never knows.

But I was hoping
they might allow me

to sit forthat exam,
and then later on

I'd go teaching
to a university.

But you are my confessor.

Yes.

But hearing your confessions
is not a difficult job.

It's no job at all anymore.

- What is it then?
- It's hard to tell.

I can't find the right word.

A friendship?

I regard you a s a good
friend, Father.

May I call it so?

Yes, lam your loyal,
tolerable friend.

I can't see a thing.
Give me a pebble.

Every life is but a lost pebble.

God be with you.
Who are you?

The castellan.
Welcome, your Grace.

I said "God be with you",
because lam a minister.

Usually l'm addressed
as Lord Archbishop.

ls Countess in?

She's still in the chapel.

I'll send a servant.

Would my Lord Archbishop
step in and wait,

- ...it's not that close.
- The castle chapel?

Countess is in St. Mary's,
at the top of the hill.

You'd send a servant
and make her run over here?

Where's that chapel?

This girl can show me.

- She's my wife.
- Does that botheryou?

lt's doesn't bother me.
What about you, madam?

Your wife or your daughter,
castellan, orwhateveryou are?

My wife, I said.
I shall take you.

No, it's too late.

You have insulted me.
Let's go, madam.

It is raining,
my lllustrious Lady.

I can hear it.

Still, I thank you for
coming to let me know.

You've brought the news
from afar?

Forgive me, I slipped
in here like a dog.

Even a dog has a name.

Your dog's name is
Count Waldstein.

The Archbishop?

Through our Lord's mercy
and the will of the Apostolate.

Welcome, my
Venerable Lord.

We shall try to mend
what has been done.

Mend what, my lady?

We greeted you as a dog,
and you are an Archbishop.

You indeed are beautiful.

Words from the Gospel?

Perhaps. They are
entirely true.

Amenl

You often lie before
the altar, Reverend?

No.

And you often grab woman's
elbow before the altar?

I apologize.

We are wordly people,
unaccustomed

- ...to gallantry in a church.
- That can easily be changed.

With you leaving here?

No, with me escorting you
to your castle.

Travelers looking for a
shelter in a storm

need but a roof
over their heads.

That much we can offeryou.

Take a seat, Father.

Is something bothering you?

lam not here to mind that.

I shall come back tomorrow.
I shall not disturb you.

You are jealous
of the Archbishop?

What are you afraid of?

lam asking you,
are you jealous of him?

You don't have to answer,
I know it anyway.

lswearto you,
your Ladyship...

Don't, I know what
you are going to say.

I know you've never
even tried to touch me.

Not even in your dreams.
And I know

you are never
going to do it.

So give me your hand,
my bearable friend.

Why, you're more beautiful
with each new day.

I thank you,
my reverend lord.

We're not in the chapel,
you may lie.

Yes, I may.
But I do not wish to.

I would like to be allowed
to do that which I desire.

God punishes broken
vows, my lady.

If it is so, then let Him.

You know, I've had enough!

God has had enough.

Stop it! You are the last
one to know that!

Have you talked to God?

Are you his secretary?

For now I am merely
your confessor.

You know your duties
only too well.

Yes, I do. Wanderthese
halls like a ghost,

a walled in cat!

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

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sitting and discussing with you
the holy martyrsl That you'd like!

But my body is not
made from wax.

Feel it, won't you?

That's why I'm going to go
to bed with that Count. Tonightl

Then I'll come to you
to hear my confession.

Believe me, it's going
to be interesting.

There'll always be somebody
around to absolve me.

If not you,
Lord Archbishop will.

May I come to you, or
shall I wait foryou instead?

Wait for me where?

In my room.

Your room?

What shall we be doing there?

It's going to be
a cheerless night.

Don't get sore so quickly.

Would you like us
to go to bed together?

So wasted are my
hands and feet

that I can count
all my bones.

They stare at me and gloat;

they divide my garments
among them;

for my clothing
they cast lots.

I beg your pardon,
Your Grace.

It doesn't matter.

I can hearyour
confession, if you wish.

That can wait.

A vow can be renewed.

It won't be necessary,
my friend.

It hasn't been broken.

lt survived the night.

What do you say to that?

You will take my castle
and chase me away?

I really don't know.

lam but a little,
insignificant man.

But why would they
take it away?

You are rather stupid
man, Father.

Very stupid.

But I like your company.

Of you I'm not afraid.

I hope they won't
take away anything.

But who keeps taking
things away from you?

God...

He never steals anything
from anyone.

Others stole from Him.

And they keep stealing...

MARIA MAXIMILIANA
TURNED OVER HER CASTLE

TO THE SOCIETY OF JESUS,
AS WELL AS ALL HER VILLAGES

AND LANDS TOGETHER WITH
ALL THE SERVANTS AND RIGHTS

SHE AND ALL HER
PREDECESSORS HAD EVER HAD.

Translation and subtitling
by Tomislav Mihalic