MACISTE IN HELL
The shooting of Hell was filmed...
in the Caves of Castellana
Death!
Burn her!
On behalf of the King of England
and authority that it confers me, I, Irving Parris,
Supreme Judge of Looklake, in Scottish territory,
today, 27 November 1522...
condemn thee to perish by fire, at the stake,
- Marta Gant, as a witch. - Curse you!
This woman, by her sorcery acts,
maintained a relationship with the devil
and cast evil spells,
killing countless innocent victims.
Dirty dogs!
Marta Gant, listen to me.
You have dared to sell your soul to the fire of Hell.
So by fire you will perish,
and your ashes will be scattered to the four winds.
I know you, Judge Parris.
You avenge thee because I turned you away when I was young and beautiful.
Free your resentment, destroy my mortal body,
but remember, hate will take root here and
no one will be able to stop it for the rest of the centuries, for eternity.
That hastens the verdict!
Curse you!
Light the pyre!
Judge Parris, I'll wait for you in Hell!
ONE HUNDRED YEARS LATER
No! Leave me! Do not touch me!
No! I want to die!
What are you doing? Hurry up!
What are you waiting for?
- Hurry up! - Hurry!
I want to die!
No! Leave me!
The demon calls me! I want to die!
Leave me!
I want to die too! The demon calls me!
It is the witch on the tree! I want to die! Leave me!
The demon calls me!
Go away! I must go!
Leave me! I must go!
They've gone crazy! Take them to the quarantine station! Hurry!
I can wait no longer, doctor.
It is my duty as mayor,
to condemn this appalling collective fracas
to competent authorities.
I too have waited...
in the hope that your science discovered the germ of this foil.
While denouncing them, you condemn these unfortunate ones.
Accused of witchcraft they will die at the stake.
This can not continue.
Every day, there are more serious cases.
It is necessary to attack the root of the evil.
Do you really believe in the devil and sorcery, Mayor?
The women have gone crazy, this is the only explanation.
The evil, at the cost of great effort,
you persist to combat unnecessarily,
has superhuman, demonic origins.
That dates back several years,
to the day when Marta Gant was burned at the stake as a witch.
Today, Mary Bloom, an honest woman,
mother of two children. She attempted to hang itself.
- Where? - In the cursed tree.
Give the order to cut it down.
Nobody dares touch it.
It's dry branches bloom
whenever the curse of Maria Gant...
claims a new victim.
Marta Gant, do you accept taking as a legal spouse,
Charlie Loove present here?
Yes.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
In the name of the Father the son and the Holy Spirit...
Amen.
Are you happy?
What a question!
I have long awaited this day.
And if I asked you the same question?
Look in my eyes. You'll find the answer.
A woman should follow her husband without question.
But where are we going?
Far. As in the old stories of fairy tales.
The castle of Prince Charming?
No. The castle of our love.
Where?
The former castle of the Gants. It belonged to your family.
It was for sale, so I bought it. As a marriage gift.
Darling...
Doris, your housekeeper, is already there.
Here we are, sir.
Come, my love
Find an inn for yourself and a stable for the horses.
Come to the castle tomorrow morning.
Yes, sir. Good night.
Doris!
- What strange echo! - Doris does not reply...
She is upstairs or gone out.
She did not even dust. I don't understand.
Charlie!
The wings brushed me.
It was a bat. There are some in old castles.
Those wings were huge.
It was probably a huge bat.
Do not laugh, Charlie, I beg you.
Why my love? This solitude delights me more.
- Charlie! - Don't be afraid.
But where is she?
Doris!
Everything is so gloomy and cold.
We will illuminate these rooms with our love.
Enough with the stories of demons!
Conquer your fear and cut down the tree.
You do it, then.
When I cut the rope around the neck of Mary Bloom,
I saw a flower bloom on a withered branch.
Mary Bloom! A woman so upright and honest.
I refuse to believe that the devil seized upon her soul.
And Pat? Did you forget what happened to her?
I saw it with my own eyes as she incited the other girls...
to dance naked in the woods. These are the Devil's bitches.
The witch has cursed the land Peace is banished forever.
Marta Gant. Curse her.
What's wrong?
Innkeeper, a beer.
- Good night. I'm going. - Good night.
- Look! - What's wrong?
The castle! A window is Iii.
What? Nobody lives there in more than a hundred years!
- How is this possible? - It's strange?
Would you like my employer to live in the dark?
- Your employer? - I drove them up there myself.
She married a young man from my area. They are on their honeymoon.
- Who is your employer? - Marta Gant.
No! That's impossible!
The witch is back!
It's the end!
We must kill her!
Kill her now!
Curse her! Kill the witch!
Charlie.
Yes, my love?
But... your voice sounds...
Like it comes from afar.
I'm here.
My love.
What are you afraid of?
Why do you tremble?
Your hands are icy.
The wood is wet and does not burn.
- Do you hear? - What?
Your voice comes from so far.
- What are you talking about? - And my voice?
It's your voice as always.
Yours too, now.
But what happened to Doris?
Do not think, my love. Rest.
I love you so much, Charlie.
Who was that?
But no, my love.
Have you not heard? Who laughs this way?
You're exhausted. The trip was rough.
Rest, it will do you good.
- What's wrong? - Charlie I'm afraid.
Afraid of what, my love?
Something hovers above us.
The bat again.
Hunt it, Charlie! I'm scared!
- I don't see it. - There's a shadow on the wall!
- I see nothing. - It disappeared into the fireplace.
- Come here! - What has happened?
Come here!
Charlie, I'm so scared.
- Marta, my treasure. - Stay close to me.
To the stake!
- Witch! - Death to Marta Gant!
Edgard L. Parris
Come on! Courage!
Marta Gant!
What's wrong?
Why do they scream my name?
I do not know.
But why? Why?
Go!
Bravo!
- Go ahead and enter! - Death!
Death to Marta Gant!
There she is! Grab her!
Help! Let me go!
Charlie!
What have I done? Let me go!
Marta! Unhand her!
Wretch! Unhand her!!
- Let me go! - Marta!
Let me go!
I didn't do anything. Let me go!
No!
Doris! Help me!
Help me, Doris! Save me!
We grew up together.
I beg you, you know me. Tell them who I am.
Doris, save me. I beg you.
I beg you, tell them!
Witch! You are Marta Gant!
Cursed be thou!
It is Marta Gant! The witch!
Hang her up!
- Death! - What are we waiting for?
Hang her up!
To the stake!
Take her up, so!
Band of lunatics and murderers, what are you doing?
- It's Marta Gant, the witch! - Kill her!
Let me go! Marta!
Cursed be thou!
She's a witch! She must die!
Murderers! Stop!
Marta!
Hang her up!
Death to the accursed witch!
Come, my girl.
Grab her!
She must die at the stake!
They are crazy!
Why do they behave like wild beasts?
We were happy. Why do they want her death?
What has she done?
The mayor will put an end to this collective madness.
Have confidence in him and in his justice.
I tell you it's Marta Gant!
This is her reincarnation!
What is your opinion?
It's the devil in person, come to damn us.
Justice must be done.
A century ago, the judge Parris condemned her to the stake.
To the stake!
Silence! Everyone has the right to speak.
I beg you to think, gentlemen.
In a normal trial, What standards do you apply?
You ask witnesses and gather evidence,
to demonstrate the innocence or guilt of the accused.
And so, where is the evidence?
Your hospital is filled with her victims.
The sorcery is an invisible crime.
Who will testify?
Marta Gant!
A witch will never accuse herself.
Yes, the stake!
Call Marta Gant.
What will you do?
If she is possessed by the devil, She will not swear on the Bible.
Courage, my love.
The people do not reason. But the law is the law.
The judges will acquit you. You are innocent. They will believe you.
Marta Gant, the Consell awaits.
Go on, my love, never fear. I'll be with you.
Love is banned in...
this country that I cursed!
It is true that your name is Marta Gant?
Yes.
You are aware that a hundred years ago,
one of your ancestors wearing your name,
was condemned to the stake.
I heard some to speak, but I do not see the link.
You are christian?
- Yes. - Now you too,
You are accused of sorcery.
If you want to save your life...
swear on the Bible that you're innocent.
Swear that you did not practice magic or cast evil spells...
of any sort.
I swear.
This is a witch! Here the proof!
Death!
- Get her! - Witch!
Death!
Here is the tree that no one dares to cut down.
The people believes that it hides the witch that curses it.
It must be destroyed if we want free the village from the curse
And save this poor unfortunate one whom the stake awaits.
Poor fool! Strength and courage will not suffice.
No human force can defeat demonic powers.
It will be fun, Marta.
If he follows this insane business,
he will meet the end that he deserves.
Thank you.
But your generous actions will not ease my pain
I would like to release you all.
Your strength can do nothing against our punishment.
But I can perhaps do something for you.
You? How is this possible, old man?
I know why you came here.
The witch you are looking for is behind the iron door.
- Where? Speak! - There!
Even if he opens it, other obstacles will crush him
Give me your other hand.
Thank you for healing my bruised hands,
returning their strength to fight.
Against whom? Against what?
Against the Evil.
Chasing you?
A witch who, for years, instilled in the soul of a village...
the curse of insanity...
while sowing the tears, the mourning and the misfortune around her.
She is still not filled and never will.
Now, an innocent, recently married...
was torn from her husband and will die soon...
at the stake.
Her only crime is to carry the same name that the witch,
who, with her evil powers, cast the curse.
I must break the curse and save this woman.
This is a task too big, even for you.
Renounce, return back among the living, while there is still time.
I can not. I will destroy the witch.
At least you know her face?
And you hope to find her here?
Millions among the damned,
all of who do have their face marked by the same eternal suffering?
And how! I have always defended the good and I have always won.
This time too, I'll win and I find the cursed witch.
- Let me go. - No, Maciste, listen to me.
How do you know my name?
What does it matter?
This time, your strength needs help, a light. I will guide you.
- You? - Yes. come, Maciste.
You have to trust me.
To find this witch, I need some clues.
Tell me what you know.
The village of which I told you...
is located in Scotland and is called Looklake.
You're in luck.
I met an old one here below
who told me her story.
It was Looklake where she was burned alive.
On the orders of a wicked man vengeful,
who had pursued his attentions since she was young and beautiful.
At age 20, she loved a young man and he loved her.
But soon her love was destroyed, for this corrupt man,
a judge called Farris, I think,
began to persecute her.
He had her lover executed.
From then on, she could no longer find peace.
And in his heart, love changed into hatred and despair.
She saw only the evil,
And when she became old, it was easy for her executioner
to call her a witch and send her to the stake.
This is what I was told in Looklake. That is her
You can find her?
Maybe. I remember a place where I've seen her.
I can lead you to her.
Give me your trust and follow me.
- Let's go. - Yes, Maciste.
But not right away.
First, you'll need to regain your strength.
After a good rest, you will be able to fight and I will guide you. Come.
Maciste.
Are you rested?
Why is a woman as beautiful as you here?
Do not ask me any questions. Know that I am here to help.
But who are you?
- I'm Fania. - A magician?
The magic of love is in every woman.
I thank you.
What a strange glimmer in your eyes!
What do you look for in me?
I see the secret of your heart.
You know. It burns in me and pushes me to you.
But I have an important task to accomplish.
Someone suffers and awaits me.
You will forget all.
I can not.
I must go.
No! Do not leave me.
It must, Fania.
There 's like a fever in your eyes
when you look at my lips.
I see it.
Do not deny it. You too love me.
Charlie!
My love!
- You only have a few minutes. - Okay.
- Honey... - My treasure. Come.
Finally. ll kills me to be so far from you.
Do I still have many days?
You must tell me. I want to know.
Not long, is it not? I see in your eyes.
My love, it will not be tomorrow or day after tomorrow.
The doctor takes the risk to help us...
for he knows you are innocent.
He is the only one and nothing can save me.
Nobody can save me.
Nobody!
He is lost.
Maciste!
Fania!
Come, Maciste, I wait.
Maciste, help!
Help!
What's new?
Nothing.
There is no hope that the Court revokes its verdict.
They are too afraid of the unknown.
Justice fails in it's duty and relies on the flames of fire.
When?
The sentence will be executed at dawn.
That's what is said.
Courage.
We'll have to say farewell, Charlie.
But no.
Why do you say that?
Tomorrow at dawn. I heard.
This is not true.
You had a nightmare.
Why is our love cursed?
I love you. I will never leave you. I will share with you your fate.
No, I don't want that.
- My love... - I will die with you.
It's the end.
I love you.
It is useless.
Even breaking my chains,
you can not free me.
You waste your time trying to save those that can not be saved.
And you forget your true mission.
A spell made you lose your memory.
Look at this puddle burning.
Spreads the flames, and surface water,
you will see what has passed,
so that you remember the true task that awaits you.
Find your spirits and the powers of evil...
will not be able to stop you anymore. Go ahead.
At the time, the voice of innocence called thee...
to the land of the Cyclops.
You confronted the magic of a cruel queen,
who had been allied to the most terrible monsters.
You did not hesitate to fight.
Risking your life, you triumph, freeing the oppressed.
You do not remain deaf...
to the call of slaves.
You rushed the country of the Pharaohs
putting your strong arm...
to serve the just cause of brothers in captivity.
The weight of the granite monuments fails...
to crush or turn you away from your crusade...
for justice and good.
You see what you are capable of doing,
when your courage and your strength are driven by your generosity?
Find your memory, Maciste, become yourself again.
Look.
Remember Millions of Chinese,
which, thanks to your strength...
and your bravery,
found the courage to free themselves from the yoke of the Mongols.
Go Maciste! Do not worry about me.
You killed an eagle, but thousands of other raptors...
attack me and shred for me forever.
This is my punishment.
Go!
Thanks to Prometheus, he has found his spirits. How to stop him?
His victory will be short lived.
Maciste, as all mortals, can succumb to a demon.
The same that once caused your loss, Parris.
Anachlese!
Arranchlele and Anazachia!
Powers of evil, I appeal to you.
Listen to me.
Put yourself in the service of my pleasure!
Look at me, Farris.
As before.
You're as beautiful and evil as before.
And as before, I want you, Marta.
This time, you do not repulse me.
Now you'll be mine forever.
Marta!
Fania!
Help!
Look out!
Fania!
Maciste...
Fania... Why hast thou forsaken me?
Where were you? I looked for you.
I have not heard the call of your voice.
You see, even the powers of Hell are against me,
because I want to help.
And I thought you delivered me into a trap!
A woman who loves as I love you, can not betray.
- But where were you? - I was a prisoner of Goliath.
Yes, I saw you.
I fought for your freedom but then you disappeared.
I wanted to keep my promise. Find the witch.
- And you found her? - Yes.
Where is she?
She is there.
Do not hesitate.
And you?
What does it matter? After so much suffering and hardship,
your mission is about to end.
Do not do not think of me. Afterward, our love will only be more beautiful.
Go! Run!
Be reasonable, my boy. Do not do something crazy.
Marta!
- Calm yourself. - Marta!
Calm yourself, it's useless.
Marta!
You can not save her. Stay here or you'll kill yourself.
Death!
Burn it!
At the stake!
Stop! Wretch!
No, Charlie!
I will die with you. My love!
Tie them to the stake!
Save yourself, Charlie!
We can not watch without the hatred.
Or not love him.
You... capable of love?
Yes.
I wanted to destroy him,
damn his soul, and we agreed,
in bewitching him with my skill as a woman.
But he has triumphed over all. Always. Even me.
By erasing age in years, you reveal the true face of your soul,
to betray me like when you were young and beautiful.
But you will not succeed, I will stop you!
How? Maciste is preferred. He is strong, generous.
The weapons that he uses are justice, goodness, love.
No power of evil can overcome that.
So tell him you're the witch of Looklake.
Your love will be paid back by a hatred to destroy you.
I do not care. I will tell him all.
In his hatred, he will be the good I looked for in my lifetime.
And I've now found.
You are crazy!
Can you imagine being able to escape...
the ultimate punishment that binds us forever!
He will deliver me.
You are my despair. Cursed be thou!
Courage, my love, we will be united forever.
- Charlie! - Be strong.
- Maciste! - Accursed witch!
Forgive me, Maciste.
I did everything to defeat you,
because your failure would have been the triumph of evil.
- Go away, I no longer want to see you. - Listen.
You have passed all the tests, but your mission is not accomplished.
I'll keep my promise.
To take you to the witch of Looklake.
By killing her, you will be able to save the victims of her curse.
It's me. Finish your work.
Be aware, it is not by force that overcomes a witch,
but by the courage and purity of the heart.
I will help you pass the most terrible of the tests.
The only one that will bring you back victorious to the light of the sun.
No! No! No!
Kiss me. Trust me.
A kiss... Just a kiss...
It's magic!
It only rains at the stake!
It's a miracle a sign from heaven.
- Did you see? - The fire was extinguished.
It's magic!
Look at the cursed tree!
It's Maciste!
My love...
Long live Maciste!
Bravo. You alone could have accomplish this miracle.
You have managed to restore lost peace and serenity to the village.
- Stay with us, Maciste. - It is impossible.
My mission is to travel the world...
to deliver people from evil and the influence of the devil.
Thank you.
Thank you, Maciste.
Farewell.
Farewell, Maciste.
Farewell, Maciste!