I'll become a man! I'll become a man! I'll become a man! I'll become a man!
I'll become a man! I'll become a man! I'll become a man!
I'll become a man! I'll become a man! I'll become a man! I'll become a man!
I'll become a man! I'll become a man! I'll become a man!
The father said he's brought the whole family. The night is falling, and you are gone. I use divinity as my consort.
He's leaving. Father! Please stay for supper! Father!
Your first mass and you crap yourself! I hoped we could talk! I was scraped to send you to the law, to elevate you to a noble profession. I sweat in the mines for twenty 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 ass and you call that God? The devil more like! Sit in the stove on your lying tongue. I never claim to fault here.
I pride my cursed lust. I confess them all. I confess them all. Just leave me. Just leave me.
Just leave me. Leave me. Leave me.
You are too hard on yourself, Brother Marty. Arguing with the devil never does any of us any good. He has had five thousand 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.
In two years I've never heard you confess anything remotely interesting. You live in terror of judgement. And you think self-hatred will save you? Have you ever dea-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 know, I- 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 of aptitude for law. It will be a legal brief he carries.
Besides, it will do him good to be out in the world. I need to talk to you brother. You have to get to us.
Listen, listen, please. Keep going. It's none of your business.
Keep going. Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Hey, come on, come inside.
Catch those of all your favorite saints. Saint Cecilia was... St. Paul for bad bags and swollen feet, brother! St. Joe for chadpads, the virgin for all the fortune! The Pope is here!
The Pope is here! The Pope is here! The Pope is here!
The Pope is here! Thank you. So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so Name of the deceased in relation, Hendrick Luther.
Grandfather. And our father on every step. When you reach the top of the stairs, Hendrick will be released from purgatory and enter the gates of heaven. Name of the deceased in relation, Wolf of Alesha.
And our father on every step. When you reach the top of the stairs, Hendrick will be released from purgatory and enter the gates of heaven. I'm going to tell you a story about a church in my neighborhood.
I'm going to tell you a story about a church in my neighborhood. I'm going to tell you a story about a church in my neighborhood. I'm going to tell you a story about a church in my neighborhood.
I'm going to tell you a story about a church in my neighborhood. All the prayers of all the saints, all the prayers of all the saints, this way. We are back from Rome almost two weeks. Two weeks and scarcely a word, even in the confession.
As your father in Christ, I order you to speak. Rome was a circus. A running sewer.
You can buy anything sex, salvation. They have brothels just for clerics. As they probably do like to.
One church had the coins for which Judas sold our Lord. A hundred years of 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. Gently.
Like milking a cow. The ancients reverenced their bees. They valued them more than slaves.
Have you ever read the New Testament, Martin? No, not for them. Not many have, but in Wittenberg you will.
Wittenberg. 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. And that's what you want, isn't it?
To change things. Nullas alus extra ecclesiam. This debate has raged for over 1400 years, from the earliest days of the Church.
But now the Fifth Lateran Council has reaffirmed St. Cyprian's famous dictum, Nullas alus extra ecclesiam. Outside the Holy Roman Church there is no salvation. Professor Karstad, what are the Greek Christians?
The Greek Christians? Well, an early church document clearly states that a Roman bishop, not a Greek, was St. 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 missed 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 chapter 16, verse 18? Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church and the gates of hell. Yet two lines earlier in verse 16, 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 a church council, sir? Not at all. 1215 the fourth Lateran council allowed that Cyprian could be wrong and salvation could exist outside the church though not outside Christ 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, Karlstad. Forbidden him.
Forbidden him, Spallatin? To teach theology? He undermines the prince.
Come on, there is no clear teaching on relics. When I became a monk, I believed a monk's cow would make me holy. Was I an arrogant fool?
They've 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 and 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? No. 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... But I didn't have the funds so they had to stay in the hoplite.
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. Yet here in Wittenberg we have the picked bread from the Last Supper, milk from the Virgin's breast, a thorn that pierced Christ's brow on Calvary, and 19,000 other bits of sacred bone, all authenticated sacred relics, even John Tetzel himself. Inquisitor of Poland and Saxony, seller of indulgences extraordinary, connoisseur of relics, envies our collection.
To possess them for a single night, he would willingly surrender five years of his earthly life. All 500 years in purgatory. Don't unfurl the banners until the fire ignites them.
Everything has been prepared. Exactly as you instructed. Good people of Utterburg, 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 St. 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 on the ground and lay a stone on the ground. Stone for St. 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 Virgin 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? deceased parents grandparents uncles aunts screaming Beloved child beloved child because for a few coins You can rescue them from their punishments and pain Listen open your ears Father calling to son, mother to daughter. When a coin in the coffer rings, a soul from purgatory springs. God-fearing man, you have a coin for Christ?
Yes. Gentle mother, when the time comes, make certain your crippled child can run. 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. Just think about it.
We've preached it to a horse, but if we cannot bring the Christ and the Gospels to our people, what do we offer them? Dr. Martin! I did this for Gretel. Issued by the Archbishop of Mainz. Where did you get this?
Jutteborg. I bought it in the church. It's just paper, Anna.
These words mean... It's no good? You must put your trust in God's love. Save your money.
To feed Greta. To Albert of Mainz, Father in Christ and most illustrious Prince, Forgive me that I should dare to write to you. I make bold because it is my duty to serve you and to warn you of the crooked practices of those who claim to represent your grace. Christ did not command the preaching of indulgences, but of the 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. The St. Peter line of German church. Or St. Paul. 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 would you explain this to Rome? Damn that heretic.
This drunken little German monk is intoxicated with himself. Sober him. Why was Prince Frederick not apprised of your letter to Albert of Mainz? Why?
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 prized 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. You appear by Rome. You're threatened with excommunication.
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. Martin.
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 95 thesis.
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, indulgences, 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.
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, Cosa.
Thank you. Bless you, bless you. Father. Are you in trouble? What happened now?
I honestly don't know. Well... 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. Father. Have I caused you trouble too?
I'm here to get you through this. They stopped Tetzel from preaching. He's in Leipzig under house arrest.
That's a good sign, isn't it? That means that Roe must understand. It just means he went too far.
Martin, Martin, listen to me. Cardinal Cagnatank 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. I am Juralama Waan representing Cardinal Catterton.
Our meeting won't take long. I am here to prepare you for tonight. Please, sit.
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?
Yes. 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... You'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. Ravocco, 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. Revoc. 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 heard? Yes, you have heard.
How 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, Onigenitos, clearly states that the merits of Christ are a treasure of indulgences. Acquired. I'm sorry, Your Grace. I think you'll find it says. The merits of Christ acquired a treasure of indulgences.
I am not here to wrangle with you. No, Your Grace, but Uniganitus was issued 175 years ago, and were this decree not so embarrassing to our church, perhaps it would not be commonly called extravagante and left out of most collections of canon law. It contradicts... 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 of us.
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.
Anormitanus. Unigenitus. Or shall we call it extravagante, 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. Kneel.
Kneel! 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! You understand? Where are your father then?
I deliver you to the authorities! But I'll be your spiritual father......till the day I die. Now go.
Go quickly! There's a horse at the back gate. Don't leave me alone, Father, please.
Father! The books of Martin Luther are to be examined and burned. Anyone who presumes to infringe our excommunication and anathema will stand under the wrath of Almighty God and the Apostles Peter and Paul.
Amen. Back to our own rooms, butchers! Put your arms up! Don't let the postman go!
By order of His Holiness, Pope Leo X, the works of thought in Luther shall be erased from the memory of man! Hire for them! Find someone else to do it! Miss ...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 fire! Feed it! Come on, feed the fire! That's right, feed the fire! Feed the fire with that lie!
Feed the flames of freedom! 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 sent his new Cardinal to advise us on this matter. Oh! You mean you've travelled 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 is my subject. It's my duty to see that he gets a fair hearing.
Ariadne 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, Maximilian, 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. You need me!
I have no say! Bless me, Father! Come on now! 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 trial. I'm here to serve you. Just 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 even 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 that it would be a cost?
Do you, Martin Luther, recognize these books? The 95 Theses, A Sermon on Indulgence and Grace. The Babylonian Captivity, Freedom of a Christian.
Address to the Christian nobility of the German nation. Are you the author? These books contain heresies against our holy church. Do you recant what you've written?
I... Please God, let him say it right. I was...
Speak up! May I have time to consider? You've had the time.
And you should have been prepared to answer. I would- I'd like to answer satisfactorily, 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 down.
Damn you. Damn you, damn you, damn you! Go back to hell!
Shh, shh, shh, 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, shaking like an animal at the slaughter! Where is his faith now?
Where's his faith now? Where's his boasting now? Where's his boasting now? Where's his boasting now?
I am yours. Save me. Yours. Save me. I am yours.
Save me. Good luck, Marty. Good luck.
Order in the hall. Order. Order. 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 of 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 Pope's past and present. No!
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. But I've written too harshly. I am but a man and I can 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, right, and observance. The faith that Christ, the most perfect lawgiver, ordained. 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.