Tulen morsian
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- 2016
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Based on the true story of
Scandinavia's first witch hunts.
DEVIL'S BRIDE
I hope our small island won't be -
too uncomfortable after Stockholm.
We have a lot to do.
on our ways of doing things.
- Keep them.
I did not come here
to copy the past-
Changes, Your Honour?
I fear our little land
has turned into -
a seething nest of witchcraft.
Rakel!
My water has broken.
Tear open the breach
Let the jawbones stretch
Open up the doors
to the granary of flesh
Old seer. Tell me
who stole my rye sheaves.
What is it?
Someone stole Ebba's rye sheaves.
Lisbet?
Johan? Anders?
Ingborg? Kirstin?
Rebecca? Mats?
It is a pity-
not in Tartu.
We might have met earlier.
MALLEUS MALEFICARUM
Your Honour.
- Has she no shame?
I am a poor wife,
I need my stolen sheaves.
Ulrica, you may go.
I'll look into it at
the winter assizes.
Winter?
I can't keep us alive
with my granary of flesh.
My family'll starve to death!
- Any witnesses to the crime?
No. So I asked the beggar woman
Karin to divine the thief.
To divine the thief? -Yes.
But she saw no one.
I even asked the Bailiff along
to be a witness.
I will talk to him.
He's a good man -
not a village p*ssy ward.
Seriously looking for
a bride of his own.
Your Honour.
What is this divining?
Just an old tradition,
a harmless custom.
Someone divines
a thief or a murderer.
She can be right,
or she can be wrong.
anyone can be deemed guilty.
That's why we need laws
and proper trials.
No more heathen practices
and random accusations.
This island will now
enter modern times.
What's the new judge like?
Haven't seen him.
Perhaps I'll ask him
if I can be his maid, too.
We could share the maid's bed.
Guess what.
In my dream, I saw a man -
glistening in the sun.
- A beautiful dream.
He came towards me.
Then right up to me.
And his stem...
- You mustn't...
...pressed against me.
- You mustn't...
Don't you ever feel the urge?
innocent lambs will drown...
If they won't live piously
and in the fear of the Lord.
But Lovisa, it was no ordinary dream.
It was a sign, a premonition.
Sheep cannot swim.
Anna, they will all drown!
Valborg, please.
This one time only.
I will meet a man.
He's gorgeous. like a mountain.
Like a rock he rises in front of me
What do I need to do?
- It's not that clear.
It is one thing to know -
quite another to let people
use the knowledge.
Teach me. Tell me what I need.
Find a lovage root.
- Lovage.
Put the dried root in his pocket.
Tie a knot with your hair,
touch his bare, sweaty skin with it.
Keep the knot with you always,
against your breast.
Tell me more!
- I am tired.
Rakel gave birth today.
But I was with her
this very morning.
You could've learned a lot today.
- I know. I'm sorry.
So sweet.
Cute!
Valborg and I foretold
the future with tallow.
A golden, godlike man waits for me.
The image was so clear, so strong.
I can't hear to wait.
You'll get the best one
on this island.
You have a stain on your blouse.
A pretty face won't help you here.
Perhaps the Psilander family
needs help in the kitchen?
Who wouldn't want
to be the Judge's maid?
that the daughter of Valborg,
our all-knowing healer-
would leave her foster mother.
I've chosen my maids.
Who is this sweet girl...
Do you feel ill, Madam?
Lovisa! Pepper!
Feel any better, Madam?
And who is this -
sweet girl?
I am Anna Eriksdaughter.
I came to ask if you need
any help in the kitchen.
I told her we don't need any.
But Anna knew that pepper
can be used as medicine.
I know the herbal lore.
- Anna must go now.
I take her as my chamber maid.
Anna, don't!
Just a taste.
The boats are coming!
The men return!
Come! Let's go!
Let's go!
Begging your pardon.
Madam Elizabeth's maid.
- Anna Eriksdaughter, Your Honour.
It is he.
The man of my dreams I saw -
in the candle's shadow.
- Anna, no.
He rises like a mountain
Neither earth nor water
can hold him back.
He's Elias, you fool.
Lovisa!
Here is the neighbor
of your cousin Sven:
Mrten Sjberg from Saltvik.
His wife passed away last winter.
But now Mrten's here to visit us.
My, how you have grown!
Have you lost your mind?
Anna, for heaven's sake.
It is written in the stars.
Valborg saw it, too.
Elias is Rakel's husband!
Have I told you smell like -
Will you also say so
when the winter comes?
Will you be my bride?
Oh, Karl!
Nothing could make me happier.
I must go home.
I'll see you home.
No, not before I've told Father.
Dear child, we must talk.
Perhaps you should confess.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
No! Stop!
Don't you want to receive
the love of our Lord?
Let us go.
Gertrud, pull yourself together.
Leaving already?
Valborg's little Anna.
Not so little any more.
I'm sixteen already.
I guess you fail to notice
time pass at sea.
I hear you saved
our sheep from drowning.
I ran into the water...
- Into the water?
A true mermaid.
I think I ran on the waves.
It happened so fast
I didn't have time to drown.
Let's go for a swim.
I'm so afraid I will...
- Get pregnant.
Who was it?
No one would.
Did he talk about God's grace?
How can you know?
- You're not the first one.
I've helped other fearful girls.
Good evening.
The light of the body is the eye:
if thine eye be single, thy
whole body shall be full of light.
But if your vision is poor-
your whole body
will be full of darkness.
Parishioners.
No one can serve two masters -
without a deceitful darkness
creeping into our souls.
In this village -
the forces of darkness...
- Mother?
...threaten to murder the light.
Mother!
Mother!
Someone has put the evil eye
on the old lady.
But they just got here!
Spat out a spark
Through Earth, through the ground
Through the Virgin's maidenhead
In the name of the Father-
of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
How can it be so difficult
to find a doctor?
He is mostly in Stockholm.
with luck, on a nearby island.
It'll take days to get a doctor here.
How is my mother?
- That woman...
She spits, spins bread,
does strange tricks.
Last time, Madam's maid did the same.
She is asleep.
Where have you received
your schooling?
I am the village midwife and healer.
My lore is handed down
from one generation to another.
Who asked you here?
How is Madam?
I shouldn't have let that woman in -
but they just barged in.
- Who?
Valborg. -Valborg's powers
don't bode well for our village.
Fragile green sprigs of spring.
What would God think-
were destroyed?
We mustn't harm God's creation.
What right do you have then -
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