The Devils Page #4

I want to marry Grandier!

You're already married to Jesus!

Silence!

And do you, Madeleine de Brou,

take me, Urbain Grandier,

for your unlawfully wedded husband?.

I do, most un-reverend Father.

Then I now pronounce us man and wife!

And they shall be one flesh!

Sister Agnes,

please stop this shameful mockery!

But it's true. The butcher told me

and he heard it from the surgeon.

It happened last week.

I feel that I no longer have

a true vocation, Reverend Mother.

And my confessor has advised me

that I can be of more use

out here in the city.

Whore, strumpet, hypocrite!

Tell me you have no vocation!

Of course you have a vocation!

Fornicator! Fornicator,

sacrilegious b*tch, seducer of priests.

That's your calling!

Your place is in a brothel.

You filthy whore!

Get back to the gutter where you belong!

If only he'd seen me first.

My face under its coif,

Like an angel's face

peeping through a cloud.

And my eyes...

Excuse me, Reverend Mother,

but our new spiritual director is here,

in the chapel.

He wishes to see you.

Grandier!

Oh, Grandier.

Grandier, it's not too late, you'll see.

Where is Father Grandier?.

My name is Father Mignon.

My letter was to Father Grandier.

Father Grandier regrets he cannot accept

the invitation to become

director of your house.

I am to be your new confessor.

Father Grandier hasn't the time.

He has very pressing duties in the town.

"Pressing duties in the town."

I must address myself to God

in this matter.

Habit. Habit.

It will never do. It must be demured.

He speaks to me of love.

Lewd, wanton.

He plies me with caresses,

lustful, obscene.

He enters my bed at night

and takes from me

that which is consecrated

to my divine bridegroom, Jesus Christ.

And what form does this incubus take?.

Cock!

Grandier.

What?.

Grandier.

Are you aware, my dear, of the

seriousness of what you are saying?.

Yes. Help me, Father.

But of course I can prove nothing.

This Mother Superior may be little more

than a hysterical nun.

Exactly.

Mere conjecture.

Now, my daughter's pregnancy.

Is that not evidence enough?.

Evidence of fornication, certainly.

Yes, but whether lay or clerical,

it might be rather difficult to prove.

As you should well know, Mr Magistrate.

He has a point there.

His Excellency has a point.

I told you.

Take her out!

Surely our evidence

is damning enough on its own.

A blasphemous nuptial Mass.

Observed from the back of the church

in total darkness.

And fornication.

I've heard it, through the keyhole.

I have it documented. 10:00, 4:00

and half past eight yesterday.

Your patriotism does you proud,

gentlemen, but it is not enough.

Father Mignon's evidence

holds the most promise.

It must be substantiated, of course.

But if it is a genuine case

of possession by devils

and if Grandier himself was proved

to be involved,

yes, I think it bears investigation,

gentlemen.

I shall be only too happy to supply you

with any medical advice, Baron.

And I will comment on any chemical

or biological manifestations.

May I attend as a disinterested party?.

Father?.

Certainly. If this is a genuine case,

then the more the merrier...

She's already complaining

of spasmodic swelling of the belly.

Fascinating!

Not unusual. Sense of false pregnancy.

- Known it before.

- Nothing to do with the devil.

Wind.

Conjecture is useless.

We need a professional witch-hunter.

We must send for Father Barre.

Good morning, Sister.

My name is Father Barre.

Are you well?.

I'm very well, thank you, Father.

Excellent.

Are you there?.

Are you there?.

Come now, declare yourself

in the name of Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Dear Sister in Christ,

I must question you.

Will you kneel down?.

Do you remember the first time your

thoughts were turned to evil things?.

Yes, Father.

I had a vision. I saw a man

walking across the waters of a lake.

I dried his person with my hair.

I had a great knowledge of love,

which persisted throughout my prayers.

I could not rid my mind of this man

for several days.

Who was this man?.

There was a mist. I couldn't see him.

This is nothing.

This public exorcism was a mistake.

Let's stop it now before we become

the laughing-stock of the entire town.

We are unconvinced, my dear Sister.

And if our conviction remains untouched,

I do not have to remind you

that you face eternal damnation.

Poor Reverend Mother,

what are they going to do now?.

Speak. Speak.

It was night.

He came into my room, smiling.

Name him.

- I cannot. It was dark.

- Was he alone?.

No, six of his creatures were with him.

Then?. Then?.

He took me gently in his arms,

he carried me into the chapel.

Each of his creatures took

one of my beloved Sisters with them.

Come here.

What?.

She says she and her Sisters

were compelled

to form themselves

into an obscene altar.

- Shh!

- And were worshipped.

Again.

And then my love and I,

in a naked embrace

ascended into Heaven

and bathed in a sea of stars.

I have found peace.

The woman's mad.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Where shall I put it?.

- Down your end.

- A bit chilly this morning.

- Still, we mustn't complain.

That was no devil.

She spoke with her own voice.

The voice of a frustrated woman.

That's enough!

Do not be so easily deceived.

Her very innocence is a sham,

a mask of deceit devised

by the cunning of Satan.

Be assured,

the fiend is silently lurking

in some hidden recess of her body.

This medical examination will reveal him

and then we shall do battle.

This is a fiasco.

We shall need more evidence.

Find out when Grandier is away.

His room must be searched.

And your daughter may have

to give testimony after all.

Yes, Excellency. Yes.

Well?.

- Well, as a professional man...

- He speaks for me.

- I don't like to commit myself.

- Even so.

Well, let's put it this way,

there's been hanky-panky.

Don't mince words.

There's been fornication?.

- Lust! She's been had, hmm?.

- I'll say.

Thank you, gentlemen. That's all I need.

Prepare for the exorcism.

- My beloved Sister.

- Yes?.

- It must be extreme measures.

- What do you mean, Father?.

The fiend must be forced from you.

Consecrate the water, please,

Father Mignon.

Through that instrument, my child,

lies your salvation.

Christ, no!

- Do you hear me, Asmode?.

- Mercy! Mercy!

Unhand me, you Christ-loving runts!

You are within.

The Antichrist has spoken!

Forgive me. I didn't mean it.

Mercy now after your blasphemy

invoked against Our Lord?.

But Father Barre,

it is I speaking to you now,

Sister Jeanne of the Angels.

You speak with many voices.

Christ protect me

from the fangs of Satan!

Silence, beast!

No!

Are you ready, lbert?.

- We are ready.

- Then drive out the fiend.

- Hold her steady!

- No, Father! No, Father!

I exorcise thee, most vile spirit,

- the very embodiment of our enemy...

- Oh, Jesus! Dear loving Jesus...

...the entire stricture,

the whole legion,

- in the name of Jesus Christ.

- No!

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