Belladonna of Sadness (1973)

Masaya Takahashi: The Lord

Quotes 

• [last lines] 

  The Lord : Don't think of this as a trade Jeanne. Think of it as a pact between you and I, to find a path to lead the people to happiness! The fertile plot of 100 acres is but a humble sign of my goodwill. Now please tell the scientists how to use that strange flower.

  The Lord : What's the matter? 100 acres not enough?

  Jean : Jeanne...

  The Lord : Well then, how does the village chief sound? We'II even make you nobility! How about it?

  Jean : Jeanne, What are you...

  The Lord : Fine! Head of nobility! Second only to me! What do you say?

  Jeanne : No. I don't need any of that.

  The Lord : Wh... What on earth do you want, then?

  Jeanne : Everything.

  The Lord : What?

  Jeanne : The entire world. All of it.

  The Lord : Prepare the stake! I want this witch burned at the stake this instant!

  Jeanne : [last word of Jeanne before death]  Jean...

• The Priest : Crafty wench... She succeded where the black death failed in penetrating the sanctum of the castle. Lord we must act at once!

  The Lord : Call that man!

• Jeanne : Get away!

  Jeanne : What do you want from me?

  Devil : This is only the Beginning.

  [the devil laughing] 

  Narrator : Indeed, this was only the beginning of Jeanne's suffering. War broke out. War is expensive. But winning meant more land.

  The Lord : I'm leaving for the front tomorrow, and this is all you collected?

  Jean : Yes... but tomorrow I promise...

  The Lord : Fool! It takes more than a few drops to turn a mill! If you don't get all the money in three days, l'II have you hanged!

  Jean : But your highness... no one has any more money left!

  The Lord : Teach this man to listen to orders. Make is body remember. Chop off his left hand.

• The Lord : I've never seen that woman before.

  The Lord's Mistress : Milord, things have been turned upside down while you were away.

  The Lord : What?

  The Lord's Mistress : That farmer bitch is in league with the devil.

  The Lord : The Devil?

  The Lord's Mistress : The villagers respect her more than anyone now. More than you even.

  The Lord : Is this true?

  The Priest : Yes.

  Page : [Page attack to Jeanne]  Satanic fiend!

• Man : It's a colorful's flower. Se extracts juice from it. One sip and my wife's labor pain went away. If I remember correctly... "Belladonna, a beautiful woman" that's what Jeanne called that flower.

  Woman : We just can't afford to have any more children! But... My husband wants to every night... I feel bad to make him suffer. And I get lonely too. So we asked Jeanne if there was a way to do it without making children. Oh we know it's bad and wrong in God's eyes. It's an awful sin. But no punishment could be worse than what we've suffered. Now we're happy. We don't regret it, no matter the punishment.

  Old Lady : I wanted to se my grandson, who died on the battlefield. I heard Jeanne could bring back the dead. Jeanne cried her eyes out when she heard my story. She gave me a stick of tobacco and some blood-red wine to drink.

  The Lord : Did your dead grandson come back?

  Old Lady : No.

  The Lord's Mistress : Did you at least hear his voice?

  Old Lady : No.

  The Priest : Then you were deceived!

  Old Lady : I got on my knees crying and began to pray. My body was burning up. It all seemed like a dream. I built up my courage and raised my eyes...

  The Lord : What did you se?

  The Lord's Mistress : What did you see?

  The Priest : What did you see?

  Old Lady : I could see the host of hellfire wailing for my grandson!

  The Lord : You mean to say that satisfied you?

  Old Lady : Oh yes! I've never been so happy.

  The Priest : Lord save us all. It's a rebellion against God. A revolt against you, milord!

  The Lord's Mistress : Seize that woman at once! Burn her at the stake!

  Guard : But the road is rough and the villagers are on her side. She will run before our soldiers get there.

  The Lord's Mistress : Who is lord of this land? You? Or...

  The Lord : Be patient. We must wait for the enemy to reveal her weakness. Leave it to me!

• The Lord : [In the castle's tower]  Famine and the plague have devastated the village. The surviving villagers must be starving.

  Guard : Yet they sing and dance all night at that witch's festivities in the wilderness!

  The Priest : Magic! Black Magic!

  The Lord : But it can't be. The villagers bring their own food and drink. Filthy swines!

  The Lord's Mistress : [to Jeanne]  That woman is still alive?

• [first lines] 

  Narrator : May they live happily ever after. But our story is just beginning.

  The Priest : Your Highness, today your loyal subjects Jean and Jeanne were joined in holy matrimony. Honoring tradition, Jean has come to make an offering to show his gratitude.

  Jean : Your Highness, please accept this money in exchange for Jeanne's hand. We sold our milk cow to get it.

  The Lord : How many milk cows?

  Jean : One. We have only the cow.

  The Lord : Ten cows.

  Guard : Your Highness is ordering you to pay ten cows in tax!

  Jean : What? I beg you... We're too poor to pay ten cows.

  Jeanne : Your ladyship, have pity!

  The Lord's Mistress : Is this child chaste?

  Jean's Dad : I vow on my soul that it was a pure marriage. Jeanne has never done anything unseemly.

  Jean's Mom : Earnest and hard working, the pride and joy of our village.

  The Lord's Mistress : Child, do you love this man?

  Jeanne : Yes, your ladyship!

  The Lord's Mistress : And your her?

  Jean : Yes!

  The Lord's Mistress : Listen everyone, after Milord has had his turn, you're all entitled to this offering!

  [the aristocrats they take out Jean from the castle] 

• Jeanne : Jean! Open the door! Hurry! Help! Jean!

  [Jean refuses to open the door] 

  The Lord : So you... didn't kill her.

  The Lord's Mistress : Even better. We'll burn her alive at the stake! That's the best medicine for witches in league with the devil.

  The Priest : Heresy must indeed be nipped in the bud. However, if we burn her body while her soul belongs to Satan...

  Guard : What will happen?

  The Priest : If we set her body aflame on the mountain of tinder only for her soul to survive the flame in its haughty pride, then, though her body has died, Satan would live on in her soul and might spread like sparks from a fire to those all around.

  The Lord : What do you suggest?

  The Priest : Milady, you must lock her deep in a dungeon and hold onto the keys. Then scourge her body until the light of God shines into her soul and teaches her meekness.

  The Lord's Mistress : Very well. I'll see to it. Bring her to me!