Bathory

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Behold - The Castle of Cachtice.

An unconquerable stronghold

that time will turn into stones and dust.

The last witness to the

mysterious story...

of Hungarys wealthiest noble woman

Countess Erzsebet Bathory.

Here, as the legend says, she tortured

and killed innocent virgins...

and bathed in their blood to stay

young and beautiful forever.

The fewer the facts,

the plentiful the legends.

The truth will remain forgotten

in this forgotten dungeon,

from where the countesses'

desperate wailing and sobbing

could be heard night after night.

Until the devil himself took pity on her

and setting her on his firey steed

carried her away,

to the darkest depths of hell.

Or was it an angel?

And was the story

rather different perhaps?

I trust my daughter

Erzsebet Bathory,

in marriage to Ferenc Nadasdy.

That our

families may be united!

This union will be the most

powerful in Hungary.

Erzsebet! Erzsebet!

Look! I have my own horse!

Now I am a man.

Marriage is a duty and love a sin.

Ferenc will increase

the family fortune,

your job is to manage

and preserve it.

And look after the servants.

The can't work if they are ill.

Erzsebet!

Viva young couples!

Dear Countess, we have a duty to

our families, to conceive a son.

How are we going to accomplish this?

My uncle told me, do

not worry, my dear.

For centuries, the Turks

and Tatars devastated

and plundered the kingdom of Hungary.

Killing and destroying everything that

Hungarians held sacred.

Erzsebet.

Finally, the Protestant lord set aside

their dispute with the Catholics,

and together rows to wage war

against the Muslims.

The fate of this vast land,

which people spoke 13

different languages,

fell into the hands of some powerful,

led by Ferenc Nadasdy.

Look at the Habsburgs.

Always the first to flee.

I like to see the infidels

kicking Catholics.

I told you will not be bored for long.

For God and Hungary!

Guide your people to victory!

Hungary!

The Turks.

Count Nadasdy...

fearless warrior and commander,

always stood in the front of the brave

son of Hungary.

The bleeding Hungarian kingdom,

became the last bastion

protecting Christian Europe

against the infidels.

History is written by winners,

and the Chronicles,

by fools like me a humble

monk named Peter.

My testimony is not a legend

about heroes like Ferenc

but about life and death of

his beautiful wife Erzsebet.

The three dragon teeth

from her family crest

represent the three names

that marked his life

and, ultimately,

fulfilled her destiny.

BATHORY:

Part I:
FERENC

Cachtice

- Countess.

- Thurzo?

Where is Ferenc?

- Don't worry, he is safe.

It was a great victory.

Here sends a list of war trophies.

He sends you a gift.

Look out the window.

The best gift would be

to have Ferenc home.

My little fairy.

he is an Italian painter

we stole from the Turks.

Come.

He should be painting roses shutters

to the Pasha of Budin,

but in exchange for this portrait,

Ferenc promised him freedom.

- Move, miserable!

- Let me go!

I'm a protege of

Cardinal Del Monte.

Move!

Maybe he can capture your beauty.

Come on, Maria.

Faster! You so sweet.

Ferenc, my beloved black

horse.

Perhaps you could stop by

after the Sunday service

to sign your agreement for

the next half year.

Don't worry, pastor, I'll sign it

in Ferences name.

- Wait!

- Yes, Istvan?

Our painter hast ordered half

the forest for his paints.

And he still wants more.

What else does he need, Istvan?

What kind of rose is this?

a Venetian.

Blue as a Venetian sky.

Three days mourning

our dead comrades.

We have been living close to death.

Ferenc...

you are drunk.

Tomorrow, I am conquering

the Fortress near the Eger.

Tonight, I am conquering you.

- Ferenc. Ferenc.

Ferenc, no! Ferenc, no!

- I beg you. My baby!

- Love can not hurt the baby.

Ferenc!

No!

My baby!

This war without end,

turned me into a brute.

Even when I am with you,

I act like a barbarians.

Erzsebet Honey, forgive me

the pain that I caused you.

I never forgive myself

the loss of our unborn son.

My... Damn. That was close.

See Nadasdy, cannon balls, arrows,

everything mises him.

Is the luck of the devil.

God gave Nadasdy courage and strength.

That's all.

Yes, Bathany.

And wealth... And a beautiful woman.

- You envy him?

- Of course.

Beautiful women are hard to find.

When the master get drunk,

they become as strong as horses,

and then they just go and hunt

a defenceless orphan, like me.

We'll be out here

if we get pregnant and

the Countess finds out.

But you're sweet.

No!

You can have me for nothing.

Come on, Merisi!

Possess me as does the master!

Leave me alone! Get out!

- Open the door, Merisi.

- Who? By God...

Why is it locked?

I'm mixing paints.

See that red...

as our blood.

Symbolizes life and love.

Erika

I was drawing from memory.

See?

Tomorrow you'll begin painting

me and my daughters.

You preserve what I have left.

Praise God!

Our Countess is well again.

Countess is taking their young man

to the manor house.

Now she's gonna have

all the fun she wants.

- Yes!

- Shut up!

It's the only thing you think of.

Do you know how many children

her herbs have saved?

I can't capture

the curves of your body.

I need a naked model.

An honest woman shows

her body to no one.

Not even her husband.

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