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A FILM BY PAUL URKIJO ALIJO

Fear the night.

The night, a place fraught with blasphemy,

shelter to dreadful creatures

beyond reach of God's light.

The night takes under its wing wicked demons,

evil witches, dark stories,

which we shall now listen to.

In the time of darkness,

the good Christian sleeps placidly.

With the break of day, sunrays shall arrive,

the light to follow the Lord's upright way.

However, by all accounts,

if the night catches you, do not stand still,

take to your heels and do not deviate from your way home,

or else the darkness will swallow you...

forever.

But who wants to deviate from the way?

Who will abandon the light?

For, as the saying goes:

"The day is for the diurnal,"

and, as the wind sighs:

"The night is for the nocturnal."

THE NIGHT

You... are to blame...

You... are to blame...

Kattalin,

what are you looking at out the window?

-The night will get in through your eyes. -Did you hear that?

A fox, maybe.

No, it sounded like a whistle.

I'm hungry.

I'm going to Urdazubi tomorrow.

To talk about the apple orchard with Friar León's secretary.

Luck will finally be smiling at us.

What about Father Mateo?

Do we know anything?

No one has seen the parish priest after what happened in the church.

It's been a week.

I hope he keeps his word.

Disgusting! It needs salt.

Cook yourself, then.

Watch out, Katalina. Show me some respect!

You've already embarrassed me enough in front of the people.

I'm sure you don't want...

to live under a bridge.

Bread.

Aren't you eating?

Why aren't you talking to me?

You are my wife!

See?

It's bland.

I need a tidy look for tomorrow. Get my Sunday shirt ready.

I'm going to bed.

It's been a rough couple of weeks.

But, from now on, it will all get better.

You'll see.

You are my wife.

No!

Why do you despise me?

Is it because I'm a cripple?

Look what you've done.

Katta.

Katta.

My shirt!

I need it for tomorrow!

Calm down.

It's all right.

Can you wash it?

Huh?

My stomach.

Katta!

Come back!

Kattalin!

Fine, this first story begins with a wretched young lady

who went deep into the forest after sunset,

when the journey for the god of the night begins.

For he is the night itself:

Gaueko.

Those who dare penetrate into the night

will get lost,

darkness will swallow them, forever.

For there lives Gaueko, master of those who dwell in the shadows.

His realm is no place for humans.

What fate awaits those who dare penetrate into the night?

The night...

Pello?

Pello, is that you?

The night...

for the nocturnal.

The night...

for the nocturnal.

The night, for the nocturnal.

The night...

for the nocturnal!

Who's there?

Come here!

Hey!

Why are you here, brat?

-She was spying on us. -Reme!

Let her breathe.

Don't you see she's scared?

Graxi, what do we do with her?

Poor thing, she's lost.

She doesn't look innocent.

Let her speak, and we'll see.

Why are you here?

-Answer! -Reme!

Let her speak.

Poor thing.

Are you all right?

You are Kattalin.

Aren't you?

I know you from mass.

Why are you here?

I left home, and something followed me here.

Don't worry.

You are safe with us.

Why did you leave the house at night? Trouble at home?

I was on my way to do laundry, and they started following me.

It's dangerous to walk all alone in the forest at night.

It's fraught with vermin.

And the laundry?

I lost it.

I don't believe you!

Kattalin,

the one who married Pello Goienetxea last fall?

Where are you from?

From Landibar.

You're far from home.

What is this?

Is it yours?

That's my husband's shirt.

What's that stain? An accident?

Give me, I'll wash it.

These stains are hard to remove.

"A dove outdoors, a wolf at home."

It's too late to do laundry.

Who are you, women?

They are Beltra and Remedios, and I am Graxiana.

Or Graxi.

We're not here to do laundry,

but to pretend we do.

It is our moment.

-No men. -No one bothering us.

And they don't say a thing?

They don't have a clue.

And we had better keep it that way.

Here, we do as we want.

Old during the day, young at night.

Things are getting ugly lately.

The abbot in Urdazubi has banned gatherings,

and we're being watched closely by parish priests and bailiffs.

Those inquisitors see witches everywhere.

Taking a sip is enough to be pointed at and taken to prison.

You can't trust anyone.

-Here. -No, thank you.

We exchange gossip about the village.

And horror stories too.

I was just telling one when you turned up.

You can join us

if you tell us one later.

Or maybe you'd rather go back home.

I don't know any.

I'm sure you know some horror story you can tell us.

Some story about ghosts

or witches.

Do you believe in witches?

Reme is a witch.

I don't know.

Careful, child.

Do not believe in them, nor say they do not exist.

Fine. It is my turn now.

What I am about to tell you is no story.

It is something that happened a month ago to someone from the village.

To Eugenia the poultrywoman's daughter.

Eugenia herself told me about it, and I will tell you.

It is my turn.

Listen carefully or get lost!

Rumor has it that a witch had put a curse on the girl

and invoked a demon from the past.

A dark and wicked being,

born from sin and envy.

An evil spirit: Inguma.

In all of our homes, we believe in the "Etxejaun",

our ancestors' spirits.

They are to be praised, for they look after the house,

as well as their occupants' fortune.

Thus, they do,

as long as descendants do not bother them,

and no one with bad intent disrupts their sleep.

Give it to me, son.

Antton...

Don't worry, Maritxu.

You'll get better.

Pray with me, son.

I believe in God, the Father almighty,

creator of Heaven and Earth,

and in Jesus Christ, his only son,

our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,

born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified, died, and was buried...

Enough!

He descended into hell...

Witchcraft.

Oway, adylay, othermay, Arimay.

Rotectpay, Aritxumay.

Oway, adylay, othermay, Arimay.

Rotectpay, Aritxumay.

Where are you going?

Eugenia?

I'll stay here.

Do not take long.

Father Mateo.

Katalina.

How is Maritxu doing?

She is in God's hands.

Or maybe already in the devil's claws.

Excuse me.

Eugenia.

Eugenia, how is she?

I don't know.

Antton.

Kattalin.

I'll bring her more wormwood tisane.

Your neck...

Kattalin.

Maritxu.

You'll get better, yes?

Look.

You'll get better. You'll see.

Yes.

And we'll go to the fair in Bayonne.

To dance and jump.

Yes, we will.

Father Mateo.

Wasn't she banned from approaching the village?

It was her.

Mother, will she get better?

I don't know, son.

Is Maritxu going to hell?

Do not say such things!

What's wrong with her?

I don't know!

Maritxu.

Maritxu.

Maritxu.

Maritxu!

Maritxu!

You...

You are to blame.

You!

What are you saying? Maritxu, it's me.

Whore! Get out of my house!

Maritxu, it's me.

Out!

Maritxu.

Maritxu, it's me.

Go. Get out of here.

-Maritxu, it's me. -Out!

-Maritxu! -Out!

Why does God punish us like this?

Isn't there anything we can do?

Antton, go ask old Esther the herbalist for help.

She knows Maritxu. She will know what to do.

But no one can see you talking to her.

Antton, come here.

Poor thing.

A spirit is tormenting your sister Maritxu. I know.

Who was the last one taken by death in your household?

Grandfather Inguma.

One year ago.

Did he have any reason to be angry at your sister?

No.

Maritxu is an angel.

Good-natured.

Our grandfather loved her dearly.

He loved her? How much?

More than anything in the world.

Maybe...

This is what you will do.

Wrap this candle around the figurine which honors your grandfather's memory.

Once lit up, cover it with a bowl.

At first, keep it covered.

When the right time arises, take the bowl off.

Let the light shine.

In that moment,

you will catch the spirit of the "Etxejaun" by surprise.

Pierce a rooster's heart with pins

and throw some rotten corn grains on the floor.

After that, recite the following.

Keep the words in mind:

"Inguma, I do not fear you."

"Gauargi is with me."

"There are stars in the sky,

grass in the meadow,

sand on the shore."

"You'll need to count up all of it

to turn up before me."

The window.

Damned scoundrel!

How could you do this to me?

You swine!

Grandfather?

Antton...

You lazy moron.

You're a good-for-nothing.

You let your sister

tarnish the family's name.

Leave her alone!

You foolish coward!

Don't you know what she did?

Antton, the corn!

Antton, say it now!

Inguma, I do not fear you.

Gauargi is with me.

There are stars in the sky, grass in the meadow,

sand on the shore. You'll need to count up all of it

to turn up before me.

The window!

...28, 29, 30, 31,

32, 33, 34,

35, 36, 37...

After Maritxu died,

the priest said she had been posessed by a demon,

drawn by sin and the wiles of witchcraft.

Oh Lord, help my poor daughter.

Oh Lord.

I didn't want to...

but Maritxu was very ill.

So, I went to the witch's house...

and did as she said.

I didn't know.

I didn't.

And it looked like a demon.

Maritxu...

That's how it happened,

for that's what Eugenia told me in tears.

What dreadful sin did the girl commit for her grandfather to hate her so much?

-That's a lie. -What is?

Maritxu never did any wrong.

What would you know?

I knew her well.

Maritxu was very ill,

and that witch's remedies made the illness worse.

Are you accusing Estertxi of being a witch?

We knew Estertxi well.

She helped the villagers her own way.

Those holy Joes wanted to get rid of her,

so they took her to Urdazubi.

Who told you it was Estertxi's fault?

Your husband?

Father Mateo said that.

Estertxi was our friend.

As Maritxu is yours.

That conceited priest and his superior, the abbot of Urdazubi,

always setting people at odds.

Let them burn in that hell they preach about!

It's been a week since anyone heard about Mateo.

Since he lost his senses in mass.

I know

what really happened to Mateo.

It is my turn now.

Listen carefully or get lost!

Mateo was arrogant and a hypocrite.

He always lived in obsession.

He was obsessed with authority.

But, most of all, with hunting.

He'd always whistle like a txistu.

Both to his hunting dog

and his parishioners.

Hence his nickname:

Mateo Txistu.

Mateo disappeared a week ago,

after Maritxu died, after what happened in the church.

Beloved daughter and sister.

María Oiartzun left us in the prime of her life.

The weakness of the flesh made her ill,

the enemy devastating this village.

Nevertheless,

God is merciful.

He loves us

and is fond of us.

Family and neighbors, let us pray for her soul,

for only that way will she avoid hell.

Eternal rest grant unto them, oh Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon them.

You are praised, God, in Zion,

and homage will be paid to you in Jerusalem.

Hear my prayer,

to you all flesh will come.

Eternal rest grant unto them, oh Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon them.

May she rest in peace.

Amen.

The whole village knew about his fondness for hunting.

He said God gave the gift for hunting to men

above all other creatures.

I know well,

since I was his church server.

I'd help him in the parish.

Mateo was a very discreet person...

and he would only talk about his obsessions

with the only one he considered to be above him.

I confess to almighty God and to you, my brothers,

that I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts

and in my words, in what I have done and in what I have failed to do.

Through my fault.

Through my fault.

Through my most grievous fault.

Lord, I have sinned.

I have felt the tempting devil in my flesh,

trying to put me off your path.

Listen to me, Lord,

and take this burden off me.

This morning, I went hunting with my loyal dog.

Why did your grace want me to stumble

upon blasphemy in the flesh?

He said what he saw there nearly drove him crazy.

Search!

Come!

Search around here!

I'd spend all day dancing.

Give me your hand.

It's more than Pello ever gave me.

That fool is not aware of what he has at home.

I can't stand it. And nights are the worst.

Lucky you. You're mother's a widow, and you'll stay unmarried to help her.

Yes, lucky me, but... "Singleness means baldness."

I can't take it anymore.

Then...

let's leave this place.

Let's go to Bayonne.

Let's go tonight.

Just you and I.

Are you out of your mind?

Two women on their own out there?

If they catch us, Pello will beat me.

We'll dress up as men, then.

You take Pello's clothes, and I'll take my brother's.

If only it were that easy...

One of these in the soup...

and goodbye.

I don't know.

I don't know. He's my husband.

Hello, beautiful.

Will you marry me?

No.

I'm a little bit thick in the head, but also in the crotch.

Look.

Come on, dear,

-kiss my sausage. -No!

I'd rather kiss a goat in the ass!

Witch!

Come with me!

I'd go anywhere with you.

Was it real what I saw or was it just the devil's scheme?

Should I tell the abbot?

Father Mateo.

Pello Goienetxea.

Take a seat.

I received your application to work at an apple orchard in the abbey.

My leg is a wreck, but I'd make a good foreman.

I know everything about cider production. I worked in Hernani for years.

I'm sure of that.

But that's not what I called you for.

I need you and your wife to come with me to Urdazubi

to testify before the judge about Esther Barrenetxea being a witch.

I'd rather not get involved in such matters.

Don't worry.

I know you're a good Christian.

And the Church knows how to reward its good men.

I can't say the same about your wife, though.

I've seen her with my own eyes.

Three are the enemies of our soul:

the world, the devil and the flesh.

And, out of the three, the flesh is the most dangerous and gravest of all.

The flesh is weak, but it is also strong.

Weak to defend and strong to tempt.

Not even murder is as grave!

For the sin of the flesh rots the hearts of good Christians,

since it spreads like a plague,

hence condemning, not only the souls of the sinners,

but also the backbone of our society.

Witchcraft and impudence will be our people's doom.

More and more women go off the Lord's path

and get lost in the devil's.

And believe me.

The only way to expiate the sins of the flesh...

is to give away a witch.

In Urdazubi Abbey,

the honorable Inquisition commissioner will be with us.

You must report to him

if you suspect some neighbor might be linked to witchcraft.

There's already been a few reports.

Those who cover up for a witch are accomplices too.

Damned witch!

It's you, witch! I know!

I'll follow you up to hell if necessary!

Catch her!

No one ever saw him again.

But rumor has it that, during the night,

some have heard Father Mateo's whistles in the mountain calling his dog.

The priest is a lost soul, and so he'll continue to wander,

damned, chasing that hare

forever and ever.

That's untrue. How do you know that?

You weren't there.

The priest himself told me before vanishing.

Stop keeping up appearances. We know everything!

He swore to keep the secret as long as I testified.

You admit it? You signed the statement against Estertxi of your own accord?

No. I...

"No", what?

You weren't forced?

-You did it voluntarily? -No!

Say the truth, you fool.

The priest forced you to sign in exchange for his silence about you and Maritxu.

We know everything.

Estertxi was burned because of you.

What?

Imagine her suffering when she was burned.

I... I didn't know...

You are to blame. Murderer!

No!

You too owe the witches an explanation.

What witches? You're nothing but crazy old bats!

That we are, that we are not...

We are, indeed, a whole lot.

You'll come with us to the coven.

IV THE COVEN

Pello!

Open up! Open up, please!

Let me in, for God's sake!

You damned swine.

-You tried to poison me? -Pello, please!

Admit it!

Did you do it?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

I reported her, but I didn't want to.

I was scared.

I regret it!

How was it?

Did you see Estertxi?

You are not to blame.

We believe you.

But you're still bearing the blame.

Akerbeltz will decide.

He knows who to punish and who to reward.

Rub this on yourself.

Would you rather go back to your husband?

On your armpits and between your legs.

Repeat with us:

"Above all brushes, below all clouds."

Above all brushes,

below all clouds!

Below all brushes,

above all clouds.

Kattalin!

Help!

Help!

Help!

No!

No!

The goat

Has horns

The goat

Has horns

The goat

Has horns

The goat has twisted horns

Twisted are the goat's horns

The goat has twisted horns

Twisted are the goat's horns

The goat has twisted horns

Twisted are the goat's horns

Akerbeltz, black kiss!

Kattalin...

And whether it happened like that or not, put it in the pot

and may it get out in some lot.

But, whether it's true or not,

do not believe in them, nor say they do not exist,

or they'll show up in the middle of the night and take you.

WE WILL MAKE OUR OWN THE MONSTERS AND LIES

YOU CREATED TO SUBDUE US.

WE WILL FEED THEM, THEY WILL GROW, AND WE WILL TURN THEM AGAINST YOU.

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