Dante's Inferno Animated Page #3

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Beatrice, you must eat.

I have no appetite.

I know you miss my son,

but you must keep up

your constitution, child.

You're nothing but bone.

It's unappealing for a lady.

Beatrice, what have you done to yourself?

It's just another memory, Dante.

Your father's memory.

- My father?

- He is here with us, Dante.

Would you like to visit him?

Do these tortures never end?

Virgil, Beatrice is not here.

We must escape this beast!

What is this?

Cerberus's black heart.

Destroy it, quickly.

Beatrice!

More gold than I've ever laid eyes upon.

What could one man do

with so much treasure?

This is the fourth circle - Grwed.

All the Earth's treasure

that is beneath the moon or ever was

cannot give relief to these weary souls.

What a mockery is made

of the brief battle for possessions

that makes so short a life.

These damned remind me of my father.

48, 49, 50, 51...

What? Where are my last three coins?

Dante?

Dante!

Bella!

Yes, husband.

I'm short three crowns.

Are you stealing from me, woman?

No, Alighiero,

I would never do such a thing.

Liar!

I knew I'd have to watch you.

Now, tell me where

you've hidden it, woman,

before I throttle you dead.

Don't hit her! Mother!

Can you believe that in my youth

I wanted to be a poet?

But all I ever knew was violence.

And what became of your mother?

She died of a fever a year later.

It was sudden and terrible.

There is no room to pity the dead here, son.

Lucifer did not lie, but then again

how could you not be here, Father?

You think you're a greater man than me?

That you're above reproach for your sins?

I took up the Crusade.

The priest absolved us.

And you actually believed him?

No man can absolve you of your sins,

but some men can be rewarded in Hell.

Lucifer offered me a thousand years

free of torture

and endless gold

if I would slay my own son.

And where will you spend this gold, Father?

Let me pass. I only seek Beatrice.

So be it.

I always despised you.

But you became me, son.

You belong here. You always have.

So I can be damned in Hell with you?

Never!

It's time to claim my prize, boy.

Then claim it.

You want gold, Father?

It's yours.

I cannot go on.

You must, Dante.

Steel yourself.

The journey is not half over.

How do I know you're not

another enemy sent by Lucifer?

You could be luring me

to my doom all along.

Another trick, another deception.

Search inside yourself.

You know I was sent here from on high.

Forgive me, Virgil.

This place has affected my mind.

Let us move on.

Please, Lord.

Forgive me of my transgressions.

Save me from this horrible torment.

Please, I beg of you.

My God.

I have heard your prayers,

beloved Beatrice,

and I have come for you.

There is no escape, little soul.

Your prayers are worthless here.

Rejoice, child,

for you are about to be granted

a rare privilege in the Inferno.

I am making you my bride.

You will become the Queen of Hell.

Are you not pleased?

I cannot stand this wretched place.

For we are in the fifth circle, Anger.

The very air reeks of fury.

Watch your ankles.

More food! We're starving!

We need more food.

We're doing the best we can.

There isn't enough food to go around.

Quiet! Quiet down!

There is nothing we can do.

The granaries are ablaze.

We barely have enough rations

for our own men.

Then I'm leaving this post.

I will not put up with guard duty any longer.

You can't do that, Dante.

We came here to kill these heretics,

not coddle them.

We came to reclaim the Holy Land.

Saladin took the city last year

and spared Christian lives.

We should do the same.

Since when arw herwtics

worth a Christian life?

Enough. Enough!

Keep your mind, Dante.

Do not dwell on past deeds here.

See the souls over whom

anger has prevailed.

In the black sludge of the River Styx

do they wish they had never been born.

The fools. It is here we must cross.

We travel in that?

Perhaps we would be safer swimming.

I suppose it doesn't get much sturdier.

Is this a friend of yours, great poet?

Phlegias is the guardian of the Styx.

He was the son of Ares

and a king in his day.

Hold on.

The ride will be somewhat bumpy.

The angry souls know no end to their fury.

Who are you that comes here

before your time?

If I come, I do not remain.

But I know you, hell dog, filthy as you are.

You were Filippo Argenti in life.

Come down, Dante,

and face your old enemy!

Let the damned rip you to shreds, wretch.

Now, my son, the City of Dis draws near,

housing its solemn citizens within.

Damned of Dis rejoice,

for your lord, Lucifer,

is betrothing the pure soul, Beatrice.

Truly this will be a marriage

of Heaven and Hell.

Hurry, Phlegias! Run!

Beatrice!

Outcasts of Heaven, race despised,

why do you rail against a will

that cannot be stopped?

Dante?

He has taken her into the tombs.

Hurry, Dante.

Gone. Why does he do this?

Bait us on? Keep us running?

Perhaps Lucifer wants your soul

as well as Beatrice's.

He's luring us to the ninth circle.

- What is this place?

- The tombs of heresy.

Here in the sixth circle

you will find endless heretics

burning in eternal fire.

O Tuscan, who walks through this place

speaking so decorously,

know that I am Farinata.

Farinata, another hated man in life.

What do you want, spirit?

Know this.

The damned can foresee the future

but can never know the present.

Your future, Dante,

is filled with death and destruction.

Beatrice will marry Lucifer and reign in Hell,

and you will be damned with us forever.

I never liked him.

What's happening?

The harrowing of Hell.

Christ's death forever quakes this circle.

We must hurry.

Let me go. What do you want from me?

I have taken countless brides

over the millennia -

Cleopatra, Salome, Helen of Troy.

But, unlike them,

your spirit is pure, unspoiled.

I will never succumb to you.

Kill me again and again,

slit my throat, tear me to pieces,

but I will never love you.

Yes, such passion.

You have a fire inside you.

After we are properly married,

you will give me a brood

to carry on my legacy.

You will be birthing my children for eternity,

sweet soul.

Virgil, do you hear...

Who is this new monster?

What does he want?

The minotaur guards passage

into the seventh circle.

Be cautious, Dante.

How dare you threaten us?

Do you think he is the duke of Athens

who served up your death above?

Off with you.

Begone, abomination!

Virgil, I think you've made him angry.

Now, while he is blind with rage.

Hold fast. Steady.

Now move!

You have many surprises, poet.

Perhaps you would have made

a great warrior in life.

It was nothing. He was all horn, no brains.

This circle is reserved for the violent.

Those who have done violence

against others

forever boil in the blood they have shed.

How shall we cross?

It's impossible.

You summoned me, great Virgil.

Greetings, Nessus.

We need passage across the bloody

Phlegethon. Can you help us?

Of course. Climb and hold on tightly.

The river is treacherous.

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