Luther Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Luther Script



Help me: Don't let me die

like a dog on this road:



Don't let me die:



I'll become a monk:

I'll become a monk:



I'll give myself to God:

I'll give myself to God:



I'll give myself to You:

I'll give myself to You:



Just spare me: Spare me:



Just help me:



Your father's here.



He's brought

the whole family.



He's leaving.



Father, please stay for supper:




Your first Mass,

and you crap yourself:



I hoped we could talk.



We scraped to send you

to the law,



to elevate you

to a noble profession.



I sweat in the mines for    years



to give you the chance

I never had:



Is that how you

interpret the commandment



to honor your father and mother?



- God brought me here.

- God?



A shaft of lightning

burns your arse,



and you call that God?



The devil, more like:






Shut up: Shut up:

Leave me alone:



Satan, stifle your lying tongue:



I never claimed to be good:




They know my faults here...

my pride, my cursed lust:



I confess them all:

I confess them all:



Just leave me:

Just leave me:



Just leave me:

Please leave me:



You're too hard on yourself,

Brother Martin.



Arguing with the devil

never does any of us any good.



He has had      years

of practice.



He knows all the weak spots.



I'm sorry about today.



I'm not here to scold you, Martin.



I'm too full of sin

to be a priest.



You know, in two years



I've never heard you confess

anything remotely interesting.



I live in terror of judgment.



And you think

self-hatred will save you?



Have you ever dared to think

that God is not just?



He has us born tainted by sin,



then He's angry with us

all our lives for our faults,



this righteous Judge...



who damns us...



threatening us

with the fires of hell:



I know: I know

I'm evil to think it:



You're not evil.



You're just not honest.



God isn't angry with you.



You are angry with God.



I wish there were no God.



Martin, what is it you seek?



A merciful God:



A God whom I can love.



A God who loves me.



Then look to Christ.



Bind yourself to Christ



and you will know God's love.



Say to Him,

"I'm yours. Save me."



"I am yours. Save me."



I am yours. Save me.



I am yours. Save me.



The brothers

are not happy with your decision.



They think there are

others in our cloister



better suited to deliver

your letters to Rome.



Martin has two degrees

and an aptitude for law.



It will be

a legal brief he carries.



Besides, it will do him good

to be out in the world.



We need your teaching, brother:



Try some wine.



Let go of me:

Let me go:



You listen, you little thief:



Keep going.

It's none of your business.



Keep going, for your good.



Hey, you look lonely, brother.



Alms for a blind man:



- Come on, come inside.

- No.



Statues of all

your favorite saints.



Saint Cecilia for sore throats,



Saint Paul for bad backs

and swollen feet, brother.



Saint Joe for chapped hands,

the Mirgin...



Pope Julius is coming:



Get down:



- Down:

- The Pope is here:



- It's the Holy Father:

- Clear the streets:



Make way for the Pope:

Make way for the Pope:



This way

for Saint John the Baptist's head:



Move along.



Move along, there.

Move along from the Baptist's head.



Give generously:



Good enough, brother.



Fast or slow,

you'll get your     years.






Name of the deceased

and relation?



Hendrick Luther.






An Our Father

on every step.



When you reach the top of the stairs,



Hendrick will be released from Purgatory

and into the gates of Heaven.



Name of the deceased

and relation?



Wolfram Eschen, uncle.



An Our Father on every step.



When you reach the top of the stairs,



Wolfram will be released from Purgatory

and into the gates of Heaven.



You are back from Rome

almost two weeks.



Two weeks, and scarcely alert,

even in the confessional.



As your father in Christ,

I order you to speak.



Rome is a circus...



a running sewer.



You can buy anything...

sex, salvation.



They have brothels

just for clerics.



As they probably do

in Leipzig.



One church had the coins

for which Judas sold our Lord.



    years off Purgatory

for kissing each one.



And you think Rome unique

in such relics?



There are even rumors

about the Holy Father himself,



that he has a lust for power:



Let's go outside.



What's wrong with here?



Well, this floor... the color.



I like color, but you give

your brothers a hard choice...



they either learn

to scrub like you,



or find a way to make your patch

a little less sparkling.






like milking a cow.



The ancients

reverenced their bees.



They valued them

more than slaves.



Have you ever read

the New Testament, Martin?



No, Father.



Not many have,

but in Wittenberg you will.






A doctorate in theology.



You're sending me away

to study?



I'm sending you to the source...



the Scriptures.



Christ Himself.



Here I'm losing my faith,



feeling like a fool even to pray,

and you're sending me away?



- You'll preach.

- I'd be a fraud as a preacher:



We preach best

what we need to learn most.



Do not send me away from you.



God gave you gifts for a purpose.



In Wittenberg, you will be

able to change minds, open eyes.



That's what you want,

isn't it?



To change things?



Welcome to Wittenberg,

Father Martin.



I am Ulrick Wender.

I'll be helping you in the parish.



Gunter and I have caught some fish

for your first meal among us.



Wender. That's a Dutch name.



I was born in Utrecht.



We have to stop for Hanna.



She's a little... well, she keeps

a child hidden in the forest.



A child living in the forest?



A crippled child.



If we don't buy the wood,

the little thing doesn't get fed.



Wood, brother?



Half or full bundle?



As much as this will buy.



This is our new priest,

Father Martin.



Hello, Hanna.



Thank you, Hanna.






Good morning, Otto:



This is our new preacher,

Father Martin.






I look forward

to seeing you at Mass.



Good luck, there.



Get back to your work, Thomas:



You'd think I was a leper.



They thought you were

coming for a collection.



They thought I wanted their money?



No, they thought the Pope

wanted their money.



Every time

a new priest comes,



they have to pay Rome

for the privilege of sacraments.



Nulla salus extna ecclesiamm.



This debate has raged

for over      years,



from the earliest days

of the church,



but now

the Fifth Lateran Council



has reaffirmed

Saint Cyprian's famous dictum,



"Nulla salus extna ecclesiamm...



outside the Holy Roman church,

there is no salvation."



Professor Carlstadt.



What of the Greek Christians?



The Greek Christians?



Well, an early church document

clearly states



that a Roman bishop,

not a Greek,



was Saint Peter's successor.



And, of course,



it was Peter whom our Lord Christ

made His representative on earth.



So we must consider the saints

of the Greek church to be damned?



You miss the point.



But that is the inevitable

consequence of Cyprian's claim...



Greek Christians

are outside salvation.



Or is this claim based on

an over-literal reading



of Matthew   :  ...



"Thou art Peter, and upon this rock,

I will build my church."



Yet two lines earlier,

in verse   



we find the very foundation

of our faith...



"You are the Christ,

the Son of the living God."



Surely the more universal

we make these great words,



the nearer we come

to the mind of Christ.



You question the authority

of the church council, sir?



Not at all.



Though in     

the Fourth Lateran Council



allowed that Cyprian

could be wrong



and salvation

could exist outside the church...



though not outside Christ.



Thomas: Thomas:



Why would he do such a thing?



If only we knew

what was in his head.



What does God say, Father,

for suicide?



I neven. Neven said

I lad tle answens.



I defy you, devil: You...



I know your handiwork:

You and your stinking lies:



Shaming... shaming...

shaming a mother,



telling her

to hide her broken child,



telling her boy to kill himself:



Brother Martin, the boy's damned:

I'm not allowed to do this:



The others won't rest

with him in here:



This is holy ground:

He's a suicide:



Tell Otto to bring his son:

Tell him:



Some people say that

according to God's justice,



this boy is damned

because he took his life.



I say it was overcome

by the devil.



Is this child

any more to blame



for the despair that overtook him



than an innocent man who is

murdered by a robber in the woods?



God must be mercy.



God is mercy.



He is yours. Save him.



Terrible. Unforgiving.

That's how I saw God.



Punishing us in this life,



committing us to Purgatory

after death,



sentencing sinners to burn in hell

for all eternity.



But I was wrong.



Those who see God as angry...



do not see Him rightly...



but look upon a curtain

as if a dark storm cloud



has been drawn across His face.



If we truly believe

that Christ is our Savior...



then we have a God of love,



and to see God in faith



is to look upon

His friendly heart.



So when the devil throws

your sins in your face



and declares that you deserve

death and hell, tell him this...



"I admit that I deserve

death and hell. What of it?



"For I know One who suffered

and made satisfaction in my behalf.



"His name is Jesus Christ,

Son of God.



Where He is,

there I shall be also."



Prince Frederick wants him silenced.



You should have stopped him,

Carlstadt. Forbidden him.



Forbidden him, Spalatin?



To teach theology?



He undermines the prince.



Come on, there is no

clear teaching on relics.



When I became a monk,



I believed the monk's cowl

would make me holy.



Was I an arrogant fool?



Now they have made me

a doctor of divinity,



and I'm tempted to believe

that this scholar's robe



will make me wise.



Well, God once spoke

through the mouth of an ass.



Perhaps he's about to

do so again.



But I'll tell you straight

what I think.



Who here has been to Rome?



Did you buy an indulgence?






I did.



For a silver florin, I freed

my grandfather from Purgatory.



For twice that, I could have sprung

grandma and Uncle Marcus too,



but I didn't have the funds,

so they had to stay in the hot place.



As for myself,

the priests assured me



that by gazing at sacred relics,



I could cut down

my time in Purgatory.



Luckily for me, Rome had

enough nails from the Holy Cross



to shoe every horse in Saxony.



But there are relics

elsewhere in Christendom.



Eighteen out of twelve apostles

are buried in Spain.



And yet here in Wittenberg,



we have the pick of the crop...



bread from the Last Supper,



milk from the Mirgin's breast,



a thorn that pierced

Christ's brow on Calvary,



and       other bits

of sacred bone,



all authenticated sacred relics.



Even John Tetzel himself...



Inquisitor of Poland and Saxony,



seller of indulgences




connoisseur of relics,

envies oun collection:



To possess them

for a single night,



he would willingly surrender

five years of his earthly life:



Or     years in Purgatory.



And now, good citizens

of Wittenberg,



Prince Frederick of Saxony

invites you here to his courtyard



to witness a mystery play



on that ever most popular

of subjects...



the Day of Judgment.



Just like old times, Martin.









Prince's secretary.



Such secretaries have a habit

of becoming Excellencies.



Even when we were law students,

I had you marked for great things.



I was hoping you may be

of some help in that regard.



Prince Frederick is

exceedingly proud of his relics.



Then I'm sorry

he didn't hear my lecture.



Perhaps I could have swayed him.



He spent    years

and a large fortune



building his collection,



that in a week's time,

on All Saints' Day,



thousands of faithful Christians

are coming to see.



Paying to see.



Contributions are

customary for indulgences,



along with confession



and true penitence.



Ah, yes.



The right prayers,

the right coins,



and         years

and    days less in Purgatory.



Do not bite the hand

that feeds you, Martin.



Our prince pays

for your chair in this university.



His relics pay for your chair.



And he who pays the piper...



calls the tune.



Do not embarrass him.



No one is more delighted

with your popularity here.



He'd prefer you stay.



Master Kranauer,



is Luther open to persuasion?



Not likely, my prince.

He's as bitable as...



As a donkey,

you were going to say?



Indeed, indeed.



I am conscious of the great honor

you do me, Cardinal Cajetan,



in recommending me

to His Holiness.



I doubt you'll think it an honor

   years from now, Aleander.



My first master

was Pope Alexander MI.



Three mistresses,

five children,



and a most fervent devotion

to bullfighting.



Pope Julius ll...



a month ago, he was

spiritual leader of the whole world.



Quite dignified-looking, isn't he?



But it's not

what Julius wanted.



He wanted to be

remembered as a warrior,



sitting on his horse,

sword in hand,



besieging the Menetians.



What is it you seek, Aleander?



To serve God.



To serve him with all my heart.



And that is

how you will be tempted.



Pope Leo X,

sovereign bishop of Rome,



successor to Saint Peter



and holy head

of the Roman Catholic church.



I've been longing for

someone to save Christendom.



Let us pray he's come.



Your reputation

precedes you, Aleander.



Then I am fearful.



Cardinal Cajetan says

you're a brilliant scholar,



yet possess

a fervent desire to serve.



I have need of such gifts.






Albert of Brandenburg wants

to be Archbishop of Mainz.



He's already archbishop

of two German territories.






Then canon law disqualifies him

from holding a third.



Moreover, wasn't he underage

when granted his first post?



Just so.



Even as I myself was.



Doubtless Cajetan has informed you



that I was made cardinal

at the age of   .



Albert's ambition

could still serve God's glory.



The Turks at the gates of Mienna.



The French are

yapping at my heels,



and Rome itself has

become an open sewer



filled with wild dogs

and cats by day



and brigands

and fornicators by night.



And this new

Basilica of Saint Peter's,



it's not just a building,




it's a symbol of my intent

to restore Christ's church.



And Albert could be

a minor blessing in that.



He offers       ducats

for Mainz.



But Albert is bankrupt.



You're well-informed.



The Fuggers will

lend him the money.



The imperial bankers?



An eight-year loan.



And how

would he repay them?



John Tetzel.



There, that's him:

Father John Tetzel:



Don't unfurl the banners

until the fire ignites.



Everything has been prepared

exactly as you instructed.



Welcome, Father Tetzel:



Come on, people:



Gather round:



Good people of Juterbog...



have you ever burned

your hand in the fire?



Even one finger

made raw by the flame



will torment you

throughout the night.



Is it not so?






Imagine, then,

your entire body burning.



Not for one sleepless night...



not for a week,



but for all eternity:



Are we to be spared

the fires of damnation



on the Judgment Day?



Tonight, your Pope,

the vicar of Christ, sends you a gift,



a gift to save you

from such fires,



a special indulgence granted



for the building

of Saint Peter's Church in Rome...



where the bones

of the apostles lie moldering,



exposed to wind and rain,



desecrated by wild animals.



Take heed the words

of your Holy Father who says,



"Lay a stone for Saint Peter's,



"and you lay the foundation

for your own salvation



and happiness in heaven."



How? With this indulgence.



When? Tonight,



and only tonight.



Seek the Lord while he is near.



Here is your raft.



Take hold:



In Heaven, there is

a treasure chest filled with merit.



Merit from Christ Jesus,



the Mirgin Mary, and the saints,



who, through their holy lives,



have merit to spare

for us poor sinners in need.



Tonight, that treasury

is open to you.



Do you not hear their voices,



the screaming voices?



Your deceased parents.






Uncles, aunts screaming.



Beloved child.



Beloved child.



Because, for a few coins,



you can rescue them

from their punishments and pain.






Open your ears.



Father calling to son,



mother to daughter.



When a coin

in the coffer rings,



the soul

from Purgatory springs.



God-fearing man,

do you have a coin for Christ?






Gentle mother...



when the time comes,

make certain your crippled child



can run to Jesus.



These learned monks

are standing by



to write down your name



or the name of a loved one,

dead or alive, on this...



your passport to

the celestial joys of Paradise.






We can preach

until we're hoarse,



but if we cannot bring the Christ

of the Gospels to our people...



...what do we offer them?

- Dr. Martin:



I did this for Grete.



Issued by

the Archbishop of Mainz.



Where did you get this?




I bought it in the church.



It's just paper, Hanna.



These words mean...






It's no good?



You must put your trust

in God's love.



Save your money



to feed Grete.



"To Albent of Mainz.



"fatlen in Clnist

and mmost illustnious pnince.



"fongive mme tlat I slould

dane to wnite to you.



"I mmake bold

because it is mmy duty to senve you



"and to wann you

of tle cnooked pnactices



of tlose wlo claimm

to nepnesent Youn Gnace. "



"Clnist did not commmmand

tle pneacling of indulgences.



but of tle Gospel. "



Forward this to Rome.



"Christians are to be taught



"that he who gives to the poor



"or lends to the needy



does a better deed than he

who buys indulgences."



"If the Pope

can empty Purgatory,



why would he not do so

out of love rather than for money?"



My God, who is this Martin Luther?



- Fritz:

- What?



Dr. Luther wanted

everyone to see that:



And everyone will.



Good people of Magdeburg,



take hold of the raft

while you still can.



So much grace

for so little coin:



German money

for the German church.



Does Saint Peter lie

in a German church?



- Or Saint Paul?

- We don't need your saints.



Or any of the holy apostles?



With this indulgence,

I can absolve any sin.



I can even save the soul of the man



who violates

the mother of God herself.



One-fifth of the usual take.



How will you

explain this to Rome?



Damn that heretic:



He will burn in hell.



This drunken little German monk



is intoxicated with himself.



Sober him.



Why was Prince Frederick

not apprised



of your letter

to Albert of Mainz?






I did not want him compromised.



Now our prince

can swear before God



he had no knowledge

of my writings



or my criticism

of the Archbishop.



Criticism of the Archbishop?

What of your criticism of Rome?



Do you have any idea

how embarrassing this is



to Prince Frederick,



his prize professor of theology



drawing condemnation

from the Pope?



My criticism was not

of the Holy Father himself,



but of those rogues

who claim to represent him.



You have been summoned

to appear by Rome.



You are threatened

with excommunication.



But I'm a loyal son

of the church:



I don't believe the Pope

would issue such a summons.



Welcome to the world

of politics, Doctor.






Lay low.



Do not write

a single word to anyone



until I have a chance

to sort this out.



They've already published

my explanations of the    Tleses.



I dedicated it to Pope Leo.



Clearly, clearly

you've heard the rumors...



that the Pope has

summoned me to Augsburg.



Well, it's true.



It's true, and I pray fervently



he will find no fault with me.



But think on this

while I am gone.



We obsess...



over relics.






Pilgrimages to holy places.



Yet all the time,

all the time, there is Christ.



Christ. Christ, here...



in every corner,



in every hour of the day.



He isn't found

in the bones of saints...



but here,

in your love for each other,



in your love for one another...



in His sacraments,



and in God's holy word.



If we, if we live the word,

by faith...



in love



and service to one another,



we need fear

no man's judgment.



- Good to see you.

- Thank you.



Martin, the faculty

stands behind you.



I have written a letter of protest,



and I'll be the first to sign

should they arrest you in Augsburg.



Thank you, Carlstadt.

Thank you.



Bless you. Bless you.






Are you in trouble?



What happens now?



I honestly don't know.






Father, thank you.



Thank you, Father.



Just try to keep

your big mouth shut.






She wants you to know

that she prays for you every night.






Have I...?



Have I caused you trouble too?



I'm here

to get you through this.



They've stopped

Tetzel from preaching.



He's in Leipzig

under house arrest.



That's a good sign, isn't it?

That means that Rome must understand.



It just means he went too far.






Martin, listen to me.



Cardinal Cajetan

didn't bring you here



to teach him the Scriptures.



I beg you in God's name

to have a care.



Be temperate.



Don't talk, just listen.



Your life

could depend on it.



He's waiting for you.



I am Girolamo Aleander,

representing Cardinal Cajetan.



Your meeting won't take long.

I'm here to prepare you for tonight.









It was never my intention



to say anything against

the honor and the dignity



of our Holy Father.



Of course not, Brother Martin.



And that being the case,



that we all desire peace,



you only have to follow a few

simple rules of protocol.



When you meet the Cardinal,



you will throw yourself on the floor,

face to the ground.



The Cardinal will tell you to stand,

at which time you will kneel



and remain kneeling

throughout your hearing.



Do you understand?






If the church takes exception

to a single point,



I will submit to her immediately.



But I'm sure when the Cardinal

and Pope Leo



understand my position...



they'll find no fault with me.



We have a misunderstanding.



There will be no discussion.



No debate.



You have one word to say

and one word only.






I recant...



and the matter is over.



I think we do have

a misunderstanding.



I came to Augsburg

to warn the Pope



about the abuses

against the faithful



by the indulgence preachers.



Have a care, Brother Martin.



It is the Pope who shall decide



what is or is not

beneficial to Christendom.



This evening, one word.






Thank you, Excellency.



Brother Martin...



with your permission,

I'm going to arrange a bath for you.



Thank you, Excellency.



My son, I know you desire



to be a faithful servant

of Christ and His church.



I am here to help you.



Stand on your feet, my son.



What do you have to say?



Have I erred?



Yes, you have erred.






That I may avoid such error again.



You have erred

by teaching new doctrines.



Which of my teachings

is offensive to Rome?



For one, indulgences.



Pope Clement's decree,




clearly states that

the merits of Christ



are a treasure of indulgences.






I'm sorry, Your Grace.



I think you'll find it says...



"The merits of Christ acquire

the treasure of indulgences."



I am not here

to wrangle with you.



No, Your Grace.



But Unigenitus was issued

    years ago,



and were this decree

not so embarrassing to our church,



perhaps it would not be

commonly called Extnavagante



and left out of

most collections of canon law.



It contradicts Anommitanos.



Our present Pope Leo is

in harmony with Clement's decree...



and there ends the matter.



The honor of the Papacy

is not preserved



by the naked assertion

of Papal authority,



but by safeguarding

the Pope's credibility



and the clear testimonies

of divine Scripture.



The Pope interprets Scripture.



He may interpret it...



but he is not above it.



He was to say one word.



We both know

the selling of indulgences



have no Scriptural support.



If common people could

read the Bible for themselves,



they would understand

just how broad



the church's interpretations are.



That is outrageous:



The Scriptures are too complex



for even the average priest

to understand,



much less the common man:



Indulgences are

an established tradition



which give comfort to

millions of simple Christians.



Comfort? Your Grace,

I'm not interested in comfort.



Comfort is not the issue:



So you consider your discomfort



more important than

the survival of Christianity?



- I'm interested in the truth:

- The truth?



The Turks are building armies

on our eastern borders.



We are on the brink of war.



To the west, lies a world of souls

who have never heard the name of Christ.



That is the truth:



Christianity is tearing apart,



and just when we need

unity most,



you create confusion:



My goal is not to quarrel

with the Pope or the church,



but to defend them

with more than mere opinion.



The Gospel cannot be denied

for the word of man.



I refuse to argue

with that monk.



You said he was a simpleton.



He questioned

the Pope's authority.









Or shall we call it Extnavagante

like the rest of the world?



He's a heretic.



Our orders were clear.



Either he recant...



Do not presume

to lecture me, Aleander.



I know perfectly well

what our orders were.



I kept my temper and merely asked

to be shown the error of my ways.



If you do not recant, you will be

delivered to the Inquisition.



Will you recant?






Then there is only one way

to save your life.









Martin Luther,



in the name of Christ,

I release you from your vows



to the Augustinian order



and commend you to God's mercy.



I'm no longer your father,

do you understand?



Were I your father,

then under canon law,



I would be obligated to

deliver you to the authorities:



But I'll be

your spiritual father...



until the day I die.



Now go.



Go quickly:



There is a horse at the back gate.



Don't leave me alone,

Father. Please.






My pnince.



how shall I answer?



The Cardinal demands

that Luther be delivered to Rome



or banished from Saxony.



Have you read Luther's work?



Yes, all of it.



Yes. He's a brilliant

little monk, isn't he,



with an independent mind.



Yes, he is.



Oh, Spalatin, you were

at law school with him, weren't you?



Did he show any inclination then



of surrender to influence?






After all, all he has done

is to debate, eloquently,



on a most interesting subject.



And, after all,



that is all one can ask

a good university professor to do.



So what shall we say

to the Cardinal?






My lord, we have to respond.



Spalatin, there are

two ways of saying no



to someone you believe to be

stronger than yourself.



The first is to say nothing



and go on merely doing

what you were doing before,



and pretend

that you never heard,



allow time and inertia

to be your allies.



And the second?



And the second is to say no

in such a kind and thoughtful way



it befuddles them.



Naturally, if both

these strategies fail,



there is nothing but to relent.



Or to fight:



And of course,

if you decide to fight,



you also have to decide to win.



No, I'm not going to

send my monk to Rome.



They'll only kill him.



It's so irritating.



Who are they

to deprive my university



of such a fine mind?



Your little German monk

is still spewing filth at us.



He has a new cartoon circulating.



He calls you an ass

playing a harp, Cajetan.



The point, Your Holiness,

is that he does not write in Latin.



Luther writes in German.



That is his sword.



So he does not

play like a gentleman?



Ordinary Germans

can quote his work.



If we wait,

we might be too late.



You exaggerate his importance.



Besides, you told me yourself

you agree with his list of abuses.



Some of his concerns

have long been held



by those who love the church, yes.



I don't suppose your little monk



would be interested

in a cardinal's hat?



I think he would be

ashamed to wear it, Your Holiness.



We must put pressure

on Prince Frederick, Excellency.



Aleander is right.



Frederick is our key to Luther.



Germany is on the brink of chaos,



and we don't want

to divide the church.



I grow tired of you

missing the big picture, Cajetan.



That's why I've sent Karl von Miltitz

to Germany in your stead.



My lord, greetings

from our most Holy Father.



As for me, I am

especially honored to meet you,



as all of Christendom knows of

your steadfast devotion to the faith.



I have brought you a gift

from our Holy Father...



to express his highest esteem

for your lordship,



for, as you know, my lord,



this most sacred rose

is consecrated annually



by Pope Leo himself,



and sent to just one

favored prince



in recognition

of heroic loyalty and devotion



to Christ's holy church.



Spalatin, I'm sorry

for keeping you so late,



but this is a matter

of some urgency.



First of all,

give Miltitz     ducats



as an expression of our gratitude.



My lord, the rose

is hardly worth so much.



Oh, I know that.



And then tell them that

we will not deliver Luther to Rome.



And get that...

that rose...



Put it among the relics,



and while you're about it,

move all the relics out.



Move them to someplace

I don't even know where they are.



I don't want to know

where they are. I want...



Go on.



When I was a child,

I thought like a child,



I was a child,

I played like a child.



And now, thanks to the adults,



I've had to join

the world of adults.



And I am appalled...



by how easy they thought it was



to bribe me:



Armed horsemen:



Over there:



What is so important

that you interrupt us?



Prince Frederick of Saxony.



He refuses to surrender Luther

to you, Your Holiness.



Go: Go, go:



Anise. O Lond.

and judge tly cause.



A wild boan

las invaded tly vineyand.



We can no longen

suffen tle senpent



to cneep tlnougl

tle field of tle Lond.



Tle books of Mantin Lutlen

ane to be exammined and bunned.



Anyone wlo pnesummes to infninge



oun excommmmunication

and anatlemma



will stand unden tle wnatl

of Almmiglty God



and tle Apostles Peten

and Paul.






You can burn his books,

but you can't burn his ideas:



Go back to Rome, you butchers:



Go burn your own books:



Go burn the Pope's books:



Papist devils:

Papist devils, leave us:



By order of His Holiness,

Pope Leo X...



the works of Martin Luther



shall be erased

from the memory of man:



Martin Luther speaks the truth:



- Devils.

- Here, Father:



Find someone else to do it:



He belongs to us:



This... is what Rome calls

a Papal Bull,



an edict from the Pope himself.



There's only one thing to do

with this blast of wind.



Yes: Feed the fire:

Feed the fire with canon law:



Feed the fire with every lie

ever written in Rome:



- Come on, feed it:

- Feed the flames:



Feed it:



That's right, feed the flames:



Feed the flames:

Feed them:



My Emperor.



My good uncle.



Allow me to extend

my congratulations on your elevation.



I've come to speak to you

about Martin Luther.



Our Holy Father has sent

his new cardinal to advise us.



Oh: You mean you've

traveled all the way from Rome



just in order to advise us

about this small matter?



Heresy is never

a small matter, my lord.



Your Highness, if I might

for a moment have your ear.



- If your business is Martin Luther...

- My business is Saxony, sir...



...and I wish a brief audience

with my Emperor.



- Deliver Luther to Rome.

- I cannot.



He's my subject. It's my duty to see

that he gets a fair hearing.



Aleander has given me his word



that the Inquisition will

give Luther a proper hearing.



The Rome Inquisition

does not give hearings, my lord.



It gives death sentences.



And the whole of Germany

prays that you will defend her.



The heretic must be tried.



Your blessed grandfather




told us that no German subject



would ever be condemned

without a fair trial



in his own country.



Then we shall hear him

in Germany.



In Worms.



Worms is still a very long way

from Wittenberg, my lord,



and the Pope himself has

put a bounty on Luther's head.



His spies are everywhere,



in defiance of my humble rule,



and therefore, sir,

in defiance of your greater rule.



Then I will ensure

Martin Luther's safe conduct



to a fair hearing.



I myself shall send you

an imperial guard to escort him.



On that you have my word.



Oh, yes.



Martin Luther is coming:



Bless us, Father:

Please bless us:



Help my family, please, Doctor:

Give us your blessing:



Don't kneel to me.

I'm no saint.



Bless me, Father:

Bless me, Father:



Father: Bless me, Father:



I thought

you had abandoned me.



I thought I was

alone again in this world.



Be still, Martin.



One slip, and you'll

save the Emperor a trial.



I'm here to serve you.



I jest because I'm so afraid.



Martin, I hoped

you'd help reform the church,



not destroy it.



With all its sins,

the church is still the church.



What is a child

without its family?



How would people fare

left to themselves,



helpless and frightened?



All my life, I have seen

a world that hates evil



more than it loves good.



I beg you

to look to the good, Martin.



You are tearing the world apart.



That day when you

sent me out so boldly



to change the world...



Did you really think

there wouldn't be a cost?



It is simply a matter

of individual conscience.



They'll burn him for sure.



Do you, Martin Luther,

recognize these books?



Tle    Tleses. A Senmmon

on Indulgence and Gnace.



Tle Babylonian Captivity.



Fneedomm of a Clnistian.



Addness to tle Clnistian Nobility

of tle Genmman Nation?



Are you the author?



All are mine.



These books contain heresies

against our holy church.



Do you recant

what you've written?






Please, God,

let him say the right thing.



- I was...

- Speak up.



May I have time to consider?



You have had the time,



and you should have been

prepared to answer.



I would like to answer




without injury

to the divine word



or danger to my soul.



Any one of us might be

expected to bear witness,



unequivocally and fearlessly

at any time.



All the more in your case,



a famous, experienced

professor of theology.



We grant you one day.



Tomorrow you shall answer.



Damn you, go back to hell:



Damn you,

damn you, damn you:



Damn you, go back to hell:



Shut up, shut up,

shut up:



Shut up: I feel

your foul breath on my neck:



Happy devil you are,

to see me mute:



Shaking... shaking

like an animal at the slaughter:



Oh, my, yes.

Well, where is his faith now?



Where's his faith now?

Where's his boasting now?



Where's his boasting...?



I am yours. Save me.



I am yours.



Save me.



I am yours.



Save me.



Speak well, Doctor.

Good luck, Martin.



- Good luck.

- Good luck, Martin.



- God be with you.

- I pray Thee do Thy will.



Order in the hall.









Martin Luther, are you

the author of these writings?



I am.



Do you recant

what you have written here?



I cannot renounce all of my works

because they are not all the same.



First are those books in which



I have described Christian faith

and life so simply that



even my opponents have admitted

that these works are useful.



To renounce these writings

would be unthinkable,



for that would be to renounce

accepted Christian truths.



He is not here

to make speeches,



only to answer.



The second group of my work

is directed against the foul doctrine



and evil living of the Popes,



past and present.



- No:

- Yes:



Through the laws of the Pope

and the doctrines of men,



the consciences of the faithful have

been miserably vexed and flayed.



If I recant these books...



I will do nothing

but add strength to tyranny



and open not just the windows

but also the doors



to this great ungodliness.



He has condemned himself.



In the third group,



I have written against

private persons and individuals



who uphold Roman tyranny



and have attacked my own efforts

to encourage piety to Christ.



I confess...



that I have

written too harshly.



I am but a man and I can err.



Only let my errors

be proven by Scripture...



and I will revoke my work

and throw my books into the fire.



You have not

answered the question.



You, Martin Luther,



will not draw into doubt

those things



which the Catholic church

has judged already,



things that have passed into usage,



rite, and observance...



the faith that Christ,



the most perfect Lawgiver,




the faith the martyrs

strengthened with their blood.



You wait in vain

for a disputation



over things that

you are obligated to believe.



Now give your answer.



Yes or no?



Will you recant or will you not?



Since Your Majesty

and Your Lordships



desire a simple reply...



I will answer.



Unless I am convinced



by Scripture



and by plain reason...



and not by Popes and councils



who have so often

contradicted themselves...



my conscience is captive

to the word of God.



To go against conscience

is neither right nor safe.



I cannot...



and I will not recant.



Here I stand.



I can do no other.



God help me.



Yes, Martin:



- The man's a heretic:

- He's a prophet of God:






Young Martin walks out:



You have your answer:












- Luther:

- No, it's not that simple.



- Luther:

...the word of God:



Luther: Luther:



God bless you, Martin:






Luther: Luther: Luther:



Make way:



I am descended

from a line of Christian emperors.



You will not make a heretic of me.



He has condemned himself,




He must be stopped before

he infects all of Germany.



My lord, you gave Luther

the promise of a safe conduct.



Luther's not a man but a demon,



clothed in his religious habit,

the better to deceive us.



Martin Luther's your subject.



What do you say?



He is too daring for me,

my lord.



Although not, it seems,

for the people.



If anything should happen

to him on the way back...



so be it.



Thank you:



God bless your journey home,

Brother Martin:



You'll always be

in our hearts, Martin:



Truth will out, Brother Martin:



God be with you:



Why are they leaving us?









Martin Luther, step down

and your comrade will be spared.



I'm Luther.



Ulrick, no:



I am Luther.






Sorry about the rough ride.



Prince Frederick was keen

to nab you before someone else did.



Tley mmay lave mmundened Lutlen.



but they will not stop

what we have started.



The holy war has just begun:



Any man who holds himself up

as the master of others,



whether he be prince,

Pope, priest, even professor,



must repent...

must repent or be cut down:



You call me Professor Carlstadt.



No more:



From this day forward,

I am Brother Andreas.






And all of you, likewise,



prepare yourselves

for the great leveling:






"Thou shalt not make unto thee

any graven image."



Learn to despise

props and pretensions.



Stand with the righteous,

or be cut down with the others.



There is no middle ground:



Teach us:



Martin would never have shamed

a student for wearing a crucifix:



I know Martin Luther.

I discovered him.



He said reform.

You want revolt:



If you haven't got the stomach to finish

what he started, Melanchthon, step aside.



Why are you babbling in riddles?



Beware, or you too

shall be cut down.






I asked for a Greek New Testament.



I need proper books,

not this rubbish.



And a Greek-German dictionary.



Leave us.



And a Greek-Latin dictionary.



This is not the time, Martin.



Well, the Emperor's

going to burn me, anyway.



He'll burn us all.



This is treason.



To have a New Testament

in German,



in words ordinary people

can understand?






It's the thing Rome fears most.



Well, you must blame

the Author for that.



The wall...

break it down:



Make breaches:



No popes: No witches:

No priests:



This cursed house...

pull her down:



Come out, you...



- How do you expect to do this?

- Just give us our rights:






We must send in soldiers.



And cause more bloodshed?



If Wittenberg cannot settle

its religious problems without that,



then the rest of the world

will not be impressed.



Send for Luther.



How's the work?






Words are like children...



the more care you lavish on them,

the more they demand.



Rather like women.



I wouldn't know.



Take this verse in Saint Luke...



"It is the father's will

that nothing be lost."



In our language, the word "will"

denotes strength, willpower,



bending someone to your will.



But in the original Greek,

this three-letter word



denotes passion, fire,

inner organs.



It can mean beloved,

desire, even sexual desire.



Eat your porridge.



You're not even listening.



Besides, porridge does

nothing for my bowels.



No, it's not the word

that's important,



but what it's saying about God.



You are too much alone here.



"You are too much alone here."

Oh, very good, Spalatin.



Two weeks since you last came.

Of course I'm too much alone:



How can I write for our people

when I don't live among them?



The language of the Bible should be

like a mother talking to her children.



Well, it's decided,



Martin Luther

must not leave this room.



But Knight George...






It's time you saw

for yourself, Martin.



Why? Why were they killed?



No reason.



Just happened to be

in the wrong place,



got in the way of a mob of peasants

looting a monastery.



The whole world's

been turned upside-down



by that madman Luther.



And him saying that

every Christian has the right



to take what they need by force.



Well, Luther's gone,



but his damned ideas have

set the whole earth on fire.



Soon this country will be blazing.



Please: Let me go

in the name of God:



Help me:



Please stop:



Take off your Roman dresses

or have them burnt off:



Cowards: Cowards:






How dare you?



You call yourselves Christians?



Christians? :



You, why are you standing there?

Put out this fire:



Run: Buckets: Shovels: Run:



When a limb is rotten,

you must cut it off.



- You know that as well as I.

- Get out:



Martin, this is for you:

Let it burn:



Get out of Wittenberg

before I beat you out:



Beat me out?



I defended you.

I supported you.



I'm carrying on

just as you would have.



You think this is my work?



This is never my work:



No, it's the people's work:



The people's work:



It's the people's work.



The people's work:






Are you there?



Now, how is he?



Luther's depressed, my lord.






He feels the peasants

have twisted his language.



But he will join them?



Luther abhors violence.



But he's in sympathy

with their grievances?



It's hard to argue against

freeing people from crippling taxes



or the purgatory of being

born slaves all their lives.



You know, if Luther

were to lift one finger,



every peasant in Germany

would rise up behind him.






Luther's a theologian, my lord.



He fights,

but with his tongue or his pen.



He will not dnaw tle swond.



I lave finally

tonn tle wonld apant.



I unged tle pninces to action.



and low tley lave

answened mmy call:



I said tlese nebels

wene outside God's law.



tlat notling on eantl is mmone

poisonous. Luntful. On devilisl



tlan a nebel.



tlat tley mmust be stopped

by eveny mmeans possible.



And yet tle blood tley sled



is as notling

commpaned to tlis slauglten



I lave unleasled.



You don't want to

go in there, sir.



It's over.



Yes. It's over.



How many?



No one knows yet.



How many?



Some say      .



Some    .






dead peasants.



There were knights among them.



That's a plague, Spalatin.



That's butchery.



Have a care, Martin.



You may need these butchers.






We are seeking Dr. Luther.



Please. My sisters and I

escaped three days ago



from the convent at Nimbschen.



And... you still came here?



Because this is

where Dr. Luther lives.



Sir, we were smuggled out

in these herring barrels.



We've been two nights

on an open wagon,



have had no rest,

no food, no sleep.



So if you could just tell me...






I'm Luther.



Katharina von Bora.



Martin Luther.



But you know that already.



I'll take you to a shelter.



Who's there?






Martin Luther?



My lord.



Well. We meet at last.



I dedicated this work

to you, my lord.



The translation

of the New Testament...



into our own language.



Into German?



But this will

separate us from Rome...






I have always

sought Christian unity,



but not at the price of servitude.



I answer to God's law,



not Roman.



Roman law is the reality.



I believe in the reality of Christ.



With no compromises?






You realize, of course,

they'll take this to be



an act of sheer provocation.






And they will not hesitate

to strike back.



Yes, I know.



Well, so long as you know.



Do you think I could have

my present now?



Yes, of course.



Take my heart



And never worry



Evil tongues will mock



We'll mock in turn



For my heart

is my gift to thee



Have not a care



Never worry



Stay, Ulrick, stay.






Marry one of

these lovely young women.



I know there's at least one left.



I'll bring God's word

to my homeland.



No, this is not a good time.

No prince can protect you there.



I want the Dutch people to know



what I experienced when I

read His word for the first time.



Then God be with you.



And with you, Martin.



You left so quickly,

I feared it was my singing.



If only it were.



Look at him.



He goes to his fate,

hurrying like a bridegroom.



Not all bridegrooms

are so fleet.



I would not say the bachelors

of Wittenberg have been tardy.






The other nuns are all spoken for.



And you've made it so clear

that marriage



is an honorable estate...



for everyone else, at least.



- I see why you scare them.

- My grief is that I scare you.



I know you like me, Doctor.



I feel your heart

when we make music together.



But when the music ends,

you flee.



I'm a man of blood, Katie.

I divide people.



Thousands have died

because of me.



Most days I'm so depressed

I can't even get out of bed.



People try to make me

a fixed star.



But I'm not.



I'm a wandering planet.



No one should

look to me for guidance.



Two things I promise you...



we will make

joyous music together,



and to get to you,



your enemies will have to

step across my dead body.



In return,

I ask only one thing...



that you bring none of them

to our marriage bed,



not peasants or princes or Popes,



unless He be a God of love.



For God's sake,

at least get new candles:



- There's nothing left except these.

- Now:



So mmucl fon Leo

wlo would nebuild Romme...




   .    ducats in debt.



Had le lived. Le would lave

sold tle Vatican itself.



But as a Pope,

he could have changed the world.



He could have reformed the church

instead of just rebuilding it.



Leo was a spiritual dwarf

when we needed a giant like Luther.



Well, Luther's getting married.



To a runaway nun.



He wouldn't dare.



If I wene to tell you tlat



Albent of Mainz sent us

a wedding pnesent.



wlat would you say?



Send it back.



Then it's as well

he did no such thing,



or we'd be having

our first quarrel.






They are going to burn Ulrick:

They caught him at the border.



What is it?

What has happened?



The Emperor summons

our princes to Augsburg.






To finish

what he began at Worms.



You mustn't go.

They'll fry you like a suckling pig.



If you die, everything

you stand for dies with you.



All right, what will you say? How will you

make them change their minds?



- I don't know.

- Well, I need to know:



Katie, first they

wanted me to recant.



Now they want half of Europe

to bow the knee.



We must fight:



Let somebody else fight.



Let somebody else be

roasted like a pig:



All I want is Luther.



Break the princes,

and you break Luther.



Their tactics will be to delay,



to bog the process down in detail.



Luther's hymns.



They are.



You must keep the issues

simple, Excellency.



They must accept

there is only one church.



This plague

just goes on spreading.



I should have burned him:



My pninces. Bnotlens in Clnist.



tlis isn't a timme fon caution.



but fon boldness.



Clanles is not tle fnigltened youtl

you saw at Wonmms. Dn. Lutlen.



He las lummbled Fnance

and sacked Romme itself.



Only the Turk

remains a threat to him.



In a word, he has all the time

and resource in the world



to reduce us to a powder

piece by piece,



state by state.



And I think he means to do it.



My lords...



silence will not save us.



If we challenge Charles,



will there be war...



the awful shedding

of yet more blood?



I honestly don't know. I've mislaid

all my former certainties.



But think.



The Emperor invites us

to present our creeds,



to present what we believe in.



Satan invites us to preach in hell.



Is that a trap?



Or our greatest opportunity so far?



And remember, since I may not

come with you to Augsburg,



you'll face Charles' rough alone.



Your choice is simple.



If you give in, my lords,

the bright comet that is our faith



will shatter and be reduced

to a few isolated torches,



sputtering in a dark universe.



This way:



And why does the father run

to meet his prodigal son?



Landowners don't run.



Noblemen don't run.



Princes don't run.



So why does this rich,

landowning father run?



Because he's afraid.



He's so afraid that his son

will run back to the filthy pig farm.



He runs

because he loves his son.



And there's

a special word for this love.









And you know

what this word means?



It's just a church bell, Martin,



ringing the Angelus.



Continue the story.



Beloved princes of the Empire,



I will be brief

and to the point.



Your ministers

shall not preach,



and you will outlaw these Bibles

in the common language



and declare anyone who possesses one

an enemy of the state.



We will not stop our ministers

from preaching the word,



here or anywhere else.



Do not concede, my lord.



We will not outlaw

the new Bible, my lord.



As a sign

of your loyalty to me,



tomorrow you shall all march



in the Corpus Christi procession

to the cathedral



and worship, all of you,

in the Roman manner.



We will not, my lord.



You will:



Or you shall know my sword:



Before I let anyone

take from me the word of God



and ask me to deny my belief,



I will kneel

and let him strike off my head.



Your Highness, we have drawn up

a confession of our faith



which I believe

you will find blameless.



I am so very happy

to have been loved by you...



Katharina von Bora.



Martin: Martin:



We did it, Martin:



We did it:



The Emperor allowed us to read

our confession of faith:



The princes stood up to him:



He had to listen:



They can't stop us now,


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