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The Ninth Gate
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THE NINTH GATE
An impressive collection.
You have some truly rare
editions.
Are you sure you want to
sell them all?
My father doesn't use them anymore,
in his current situation.
The library was his whole world,
and now it's just a reminder.
A painful reminder.
I understand.
So... By a rough estimate...
Just a preliminary estimate...
You have a collection here
worth $600,000.
$600,000?!
Yes. More or less.
There are two or three volumes here
that require special attention.
"Persilis," for example.
Very valuable.
I would keep that one. Its price
will not fall. An excellent investment.
Is it expensive? - Very.
"Hippomortomation
of Folifilo"
by Colonna. Venice, 1545.
I won't hesitate to find you a
buyer.
But I wouldn't sell anything else for less than 500,000.
Never.
It could take a month,
or more.
So, until then, I advise you
to be patient.
The sooner, the cheaper.
but you can consult
other experts.
And if you have any questions,
you know where to find me.
By the way... The four-volume set
of "Don Quixote" is very nice, but inexpensive.
I can relieve you of this...
right now.
How much are we talking about?
I don't think it's more than 4,000.
Maximum, 4,200. -Okay.
Are you here? -Hello, Vitkin.
-You haven't wasted your time, have you?
This is a real treasure.
Make yourself at home.
You're a vulture, Corso.
A real vulture.
And who isn't, in our business?
-The game is worth the candle.
When it comes to Ibarra's "Don Quixote"?
Of course.
Shameless, absolutely shameless!
Happy hunting!
"Barney's Used Bookshop"
I just spoke to Vitkin
on the phone.
He's ranting and raving.
Really? What's the matter?
He said you're a crook, a swindler,
and a greedy money-grubber.
He was sure the deal would work out,
and you ruined it for him.
He's not very quick to react.
Can I? - Of course.
And he says you gave them an irresponsible estimate,
and drove them crazy.
Now they're asking double the price for the collection.
Really? You set him up.
There's no other way to put it. He also said you stole
"Don Qui..."
Ibarra's "Don Quixote" from 1780.
All four volumes.
Incredible.
Fantastic. You're the best.
That client of yours, the Swiss.
Do you think he's still interested in
this edition?
Vitkin won't leave me alone.
I told him I had nothing to do with it.
Except ten percent.
Twenty. The Swiss is my client.
-No.
-Fifteen? For my children's sake.
-You don't have children.
-I'm young. Give me a chance.
Ten percent.
"Bolkan Press"
Not today. Not today.
In this context,
and earlier, in 1850,
in "Ada la demonomani de surcia,"
by the writer Jean Bodin.
Bodin was, apparently, the first
to attempt to substantiate the method,
if the word "Method" can be applied to the Middle Ages, to the classification of the modern concept of evil.
Bodin provides one definition of the concept of "witch."
I quote:
"A witch is a person, despite
knowing
the laws of God,
continuing to exist
in alliance with the Devil..."
To aid in their work, many
witches kept animals,
that is, cats or frogs,
which, according to belief,
were inhabited by spirits and demons.
Those of you, ladies and gentlemen,
who wish to study heresies and witchcraft in greater depth,
can find the information you need
in the following books:
Nicholas Rimes,
"Demonoltaria Libera"
and in "Compandium Malficum"
by Francesco Maria Gueso.
I see my little lecture
has perked you up, Mr. Corso.
Was I snoring?
How sweet of you side
to ask about it.
At least, I haven't heard.
Shall we go?
You don't sleep at night?
I sleep like a baby.
- Strange.
I'll bet a collection of
Gutenberg Bibles
that you don't sleep a wink half your nights.
You're one of those skinny, hungry
and restless types
who killed Julius Caesar.
The kind of people who stab
knives into their friends' backs.
Although I appreciate that you have few
friends, don't you, Mr.
Ninth Gate
Corso?
People of your type usually
have none at all.
Mine, yours.
And, of course, you're right.
I'm not at all interested
in your friendship.
Our relationship is purely
business, which is good.
You need to separate the personal
from the professional.
I came on business,
not for empty conversations.
If you want to talk about your
philosophy, write a book.
You don't like me, do you?
I don't have to. You're a client
who pays well.
It's a great favor,
Mr. Corso.
Few are granted permission
to enter here.
This is my private collection.
Some specialize
in Gothic novels,
others in prayer books.
All my books focus
on one character:
Satan.
Can I take a look? - Yes.
That's why I brought you here.
Beautiful, isn't it?
The subtle shine, the lush
gold bindings,
not to mention the centuries-old wisdom
contained within them.
I know people who would kill to
possess a collection like this.
"Ars Diaboli."
You won't find another like it.
So many books on this subject.
The rarest and most complete
editions.
The Factory of Life.
Her All that was missing was a pearl.
Let's go.
"The Nine Gates of the Kingdom of Shadows,"
Does this sound familiar?
Yes. Venice, 1666.
Writer and printer,
Aristide Turquier,
He was burned along with his
books by the Holy Inquisition.
Only three copies remain.
- One.
The catalogs list three copies
from private collections...
Fargas, Kesler, and Telfer.
Correct. You are an expert.
And yet, you are mistaken.
My research has shown that
only one of them is the original.
I know there are three.
That's the problem.
Where did you get it?
Bought it from Telfer.
From Telfer? - Yes. He eventually
sold it to me.
The day before he committed suicide.
Just in time.
"Silentium est uranum"
Silence is golden.
Exactly.
Have you ever heard of the book
"Delomelanicon"?
Yes, I've heard of it.
But it's just a myth, right?
A book allegedly written by Satan himself.
No myth.
This book exists.
Turquier was able to find it.
The engravings that you admire so much
were copied by Turquier
from the "Delomelanicon."
Combined, they form a
satanic charade.
With the correct interpretation
of the original text
and a great deal of inner experience,
they can summon the Prince of Darkness
in person.
Indeed.
Are you religious, Mr. Corso?
So, you believe
in supernatural powers?
I believe in my percentages.
Don't you feel dizzy
standing there?
What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Bolkan?
For you to go to Europe
for a little research.
The other two copies are in Portugal and France. I need you to try
comparing them with my copy:
every page, the engraving,
the binding—everything.
I know only one of them is
the original. I want to know which one.
This is a very expensive trip.
This is just a start.
Spend as much as it takes.
And what if your
copy turns out to be a fake?
That's quite possible.
Really?
I don't think so.
Even the paper looks real.
And yet, something's wrong.
So the Devil hasn't appeared?
If all three copies turn out to be
fake or incomplete,
your mission will be complete.
That is, if it turns out
one of them is genuine,
I will continue to cooperate with you.
I want you to get it for me
at any cost,
and I don't care which one.
"I don't care which one"
sounds illegal. This isn't your first time!
Not that illegal!
- For the right price.
If you do a good job,
the amount will be doubled.
There's definitely something wrong with it if
you're willing to take it from here.
I trust you completely,
Mr. Corso.
There's no one more loyal
than one whose loyalty
can be bought at full price.
Good morning. Dean Corso.
Sorry to bother you
at such a moment.
But it would be a great help to me
if you could tell me everything
you know about this book.
Isn't this one of my husband's books?
True. It was. Until recently.
He sold it to my client. I'm
trying to prove its authenticity.
You say he sold it?
That's odd. It was one of his
most prized treasures.
He didn't tell you?
No. This is new to me.
Who bought it?
A private collector. May I know his name?
Professional secret.
And it has a price tag, doesn't it? -No problem with that.
Is that your job? Authenticate
rare books?
And search for them. Yes.
You're a second-hand bookseller.
Roughly.
Do you remember where and when your husband bought it?
In Spain. We were on vacation
in Toledo.
Andrew was so excited.
He paid a lot for it.
He was a fanatic.
As it turns out.
I'll show you.
Impressive...
Andrew spent here
hour after hour...
Too many hours.
Has he ever tried...?
I don't understand.
The book...
He used it to perform
some kind of ritual
to achieve something
supernatural?
Are you serious?
Yes. Absolutely. Andrew was indeed an eccentric, Mr. Corso, but he was perfectly normal.
True, he had been behaving somewhat strangely in recent years.
He'd lock himself in here, only coming out to eat.
That morning, I was awakened by the maid's screams.
He'd hanged himself!
I have no idea what he was doing,
but I find it hard to imagine him whispering spells to raise the dead.
Satan, Mrs. Telfer.
This book was intended to summon the Devil.
"The Light Shall Shine..."
I don't believe it.
Where did you get this?
Bolkan. He wanted me to check it out.
Does Bolkan have "The Nine Gates"?
He bought it recently
from the late Andrew Telfer.
Typical of Bolkan.
And what does he need it for?
He's not going to sell it.
He wants me to compare it
with the other two copies,
which are kept in Portugal
and France.
So, I'm going to Europe.
To compare it?
Yes. He said that only
one of the three is the original.
It seems completely
authentic to me.
My God, it's probably
worth a million.
Keep it safe.
That's why I came. I need
you to hide it for me.
Because I'm starting to
see things. -What?
Uninvited guests,
strange faces.
I don't trust anyone,
even Bolkan.
By the way, I'm not sure I trust
you.
You know I won't let you down,
unless it's for a good reason,
like money, women,
or business.
As for everything else,
you can rest assured.
I'll pick it up on the way
to the airport.
Stunning engravings.
Or terrifying. Either-or.
Magnificent.
Simply magnificent.
May I come in?
Please, sit down.
I came to talk about business.
Yesterday, when you came to talk to me
about this book,
I was too stunned and didn't react properly.
I mean, this book was
one of my favorites.
He was burned along with his
books by the Holy Inquisition.
Only three copies remain.
- One.
The catalogs list three copies
from private collections...
Fargas, Kesler, and Telfer.
Correct. You are an expert.
And yet, you are mistaken.
My research has shown that
only one of them is the original.
I know there are three.
That's the problem.
Where did you get it?
Bought it from Telfer.
From Telfer? - Yes. He eventually
sold it to me.
The day before he committed suicide.
Just in time.
"Silentium est uranum"
Silence is golden.
Exactly.
Have you ever heard of the book
"Delomelanicon"?
Yes, I've heard of it.
But it's just a myth, right?
A book allegedly written by Satan himself.
No myth.
This book exists.
Turquier was able to find it.
The engravings that you admire so much
were copied by Turquier
from the "Delomelanicon."
Combined, they form a
satanic charade.
With the correct interpretation
of the original text
and a great deal of inner experience,
they can summon the Prince of Darkness
in person.
Indeed.
Are you religious, Mr. Corso?
So, you believe
in supernatural powers?
I believe in my percentages.
Don't you feel dizzy
standing there?
What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Bolkan?
For you to go to Europe
for a little research.
The other two copies are in Portugal and France. I need you to try
comparing them with my copy:
every page, the engraving,
the binding—everything.
I know only one of them is
the original. I want to know which one.
This is a very expensive trip.
This is just a start.
Spend as much as it takes.
And what if your
copy turns out to be a fake?
That's quite possible.
Really?
I don't think so.
Even the paper looks real.
And yet, something's wrong.
So the Devil hasn't appeared?
If all three copies turn out to be
fake or incomplete,
your mission will be complete.
That is, if it turns out
one of them is genuine,
I will continue to cooperate with you.
I want you to get it for me
at any cost,
and I don't care which one.
"I don't care which one"
sounds illegal. This isn't your first time!
Not that illegal!
- For the right price.
If you do a good job,
the amount will be doubled.
There's definitely something wrong with it if
you're willing to take it from here.
I trust you completely,
Mr. Corso.
There's no one more loyal
than one whose loyalty
can be bought at full price.
Good morning. Dean Corso.
Sorry to bother you
at such a moment.
But it would be a great help to me
if you could tell me everything
you know about this book.
Isn't this one of my husband's books?
True. It was. Until recently.
He sold it to my client. I'm
trying to prove its authenticity.
You say he sold it?
That's odd. It was one of his
most prized treasures.
He didn't tell you?
No. This is new to me.
Who bought it?
A private collector. May I know his name?
Professional secret.
And it has a price tag, doesn't it? -No problem with that.
Is that your job? Authenticate
rare books?
And search for them. Yes.
You're a second-hand bookseller.
Roughly.
Do you remember where and when your husband bought it?
In Spain. We were on vacation
in Toledo.
Andrew was so excited.
He paid a lot for it.
He was a fanatic.
As it turns out.
I'll show you.
Impressive...
Andrew spent here
hour after hour...
Too many hours.
Has he ever tried...?
I don't understand.
The book...
He used it to perform
some kind of ritual
to achieve something
supernatural?
Are you serious?
Yes. Absolutely. Andrew was indeed an eccentric, Mr. Corso, but he was perfectly normal.
True, he had been behaving somewhat strangely in recent years.
He'd lock himself in here, only coming out to eat.
That morning, I was awakened by the maid's screams.
He'd hanged himself!
I have no idea what he was doing,
but I find it hard to imagine him whispering spells to raise the dead.
Satan, Mrs. Telfer.
This book was intended to summon the Devil.
"The Light Shall Shine..."
I don't believe it.
Where did you get this?
Bolkan. He wanted me to check it out.
Does Bolkan have "The Nine Gates"?
He bought it recently
from the late Andrew Telfer.
Typical of Bolkan.
And what does he need it for?
He's not going to sell it.
He wants me to compare it
with the other two copies,
which are kept in Portugal
and France.
So, I'm going to Europe.
To compare it?
Yes. He said that only
one of the three is the original.
It seems completely
authentic to me.
My God, it's probably
worth a million.
Keep it safe.
That's why I came. I need
you to hide it for me.
Because I'm starting to
see things. -What?
Uninvited guests,
strange faces.
I don't trust anyone,
even Bolkan.
By the way, I'm not sure I trust
you.
You know I won't let you down,
unless it's for a good reason,
like money, women,
or business.
As for everything else,
you can rest assured.
I'll pick it up on the way
to the airport.
Stunning engravings.
Or terrifying. Either-or.
Magnificent.
Simply magnificent.
May I come in?
Please, sit down.
I came to talk about business.
Yesterday, when you came to talk to me
about this book,
I was too stunned and didn't react properly.
I mean, this book was
one of my favorites.
You
You mentioned it.
I want her back.
Very problematic.
- Not necessarily.
It depends on someone.
This isn't my book.
I assume you work for money.
For what?
I have plenty of money.
- I'm very happy for you.
Stage a robbery.
After all, your client is insured.
I'm a professional, ma'am.
- A mercenary.
And mercenaries work for the highest bidder.
I have enough.
I might add.
I'm familiar with this.
I know. From the movies.
She had an automatic pistol in her stocking.
No pistol.
Would you like a drink? - Why not?
So where is she?
- What?
Better not mess with me!
I thought I already did that.
You've reached Barney's Used Books.
Leave a message after the tone.
Barney. Are you there?
Pick up the phone.
Barney!
Wait for me. Then
drive me to Kennedy.
No problem, sir.
No problem?
Hold by the phone. Hold.
No problem, sir.
He can't be disturbed right now.
May I know who's speaking?
Dean Corso.
-Want to leave a message?
No. I need to speak to him immediately.
He's on his way.
Leave me the number and I'll connect
you with him when he calls.
No! I'm calling from a pay phone.
It's urgent!
I need to speak to him immediately!
Can you hear me? Right away!
Wait.
Are you on the line, Mr. Corso?
I'm transferring you.
Mr. Corso? What did you
discover?
More than you expected.
What do you mean? -So, I quit.
I want to return your book.
Where are you?
I'm very disappointed in you,
Mr. Corso.
And this is a first.
This time, it's completely different.
Remember Barney Armsteen?
-Armsteen?
The bookseller?
I gave him your book for safekeeping,
and now he's dead. Murdered.
Because of a book?
Because of what else?
I didn't say it would be easy for you.
If it's about money...
It's not about money.
I want to get rid of this!
It's very important to me,
Mr. Corso.
And I can be very generous,
as you know.
Go on,
and you can add
another zero to your payment.
Final warning
for those flying to Paris...
Where are you?
Good afternoon.
Do you speak English?
- Yes, of course.
I'd like to ask what you think
of this book.
"The Nine Gates."
A beautiful copy.
Very rare. A Telfer copy.
Yes. It was yours before,
right?
Before. Yes.
- We sold it.
We sold it by chance.
We couldn't refuse such a tempting offer.
Excellent deal.
Excellent purchase. The book
is in excellent condition.
Is it yours now?
No. My client's.
I can't imagine how she could have
parted with it.
She? - Mrs. Telfer.
I thought Mr. Telfer bought the book.
He paid.
Mrs. Telfer convinced him
to buy it.
He didn't seem particularly interested.
A magnificent copy.
What if it's
a fake? - A fake? Did you hear that, Pedro?
I thought you were a professional. You talk so easily about forgeries.
Too easy.
Forging a book is a very expensive
pleasure.
Paper from that era,
the right ink...
Very expensive and unprofitable.
But still, it can be done.
- Of course.
It requires great skill,
but it can be done.
In this case, is it possible?
Why are you asking?
My client wants to confirm
the authenticity of a book.
His name is Bolkan.
From New York.
All books have their
purpose.
And their own life.
Mr. Bolkan is a renowned
bibliophile.
He is not stupid.
He knows beyond a doubt
that the book is genuine.
We know.
-And, of course, so does he.
We have kept it for many years.
-For many years.
We have had many opportunities
to examine it in detail. The printing and binding are a magnificent example
of 17th-century art.
The finest paper, one that has stood the test
of time!
Unlike modern paper!
Watermarks, ink...
If this is a forgery,
or a restored copy,
then it is the work of a master.
- A great master.
Have you carefully examined
the engravings?
It seems they contain a hidden
meaning.
Of course. This, for example,
could be seen
as a warning.
'Go too far,'
I think it means:
'and you will be exposed
to danger from above.'
Such books often contain
little riddles.
Especially when it comes to
such an interesting manual.
Manuals?
It seems you haven't gone far
in your research, sir.
There. Take a closer look.
Don't you see? Only six of the nine engravings
are signed by Turquier.
And the other three?
Here's one of them.
"LCF"?
Who is "LCF"?
- Think about it.
Lucifer?
In black and white, sir.
Turquier was burned alive
because he wrote a book
with someone else.
Well, really!
You don't believe that the man who wrote this
book was assisted by the Devil,
and for that he was burned.
Even Hell has its heroes.
I've seen you somewhere before.
- Really?
Are you in this car?
In the next one.
- A sleeping car.
I'm in a cheap one.
Are you a student?
Something like that.
I love trains.
The ones I ride on?
Just trains. What's your name?
Guess.
Green-Eyes.
-Suitable for me. What's yours?
Corso. -Strange name.
It's Italian. It means "run."
You don't strike me as a runner.
You're a quiet man.
Hello to Bolkan. Tell him
I'm doing my best.
Bolkan?
Never mind.
See you then...
Perhaps.
I wouldn't be surprised.
Dean Corso. Mr. Fargas.
Yes! Please come in.
This is my home!
I trust you wouldn't mind
a glass of brandy?
Thank you.
What beautiful glasses.
The last ones I have left.
I'm sure it was very...
I'm sure it was
very beautiful here. - True.
But ancient families,
like ancient civilizations,
are doomed to extinction.
Here they are.
834 of them.
It's a shame I never saw them
in better times.
I had five thousand of them.
But this is what remains.
So here it is, the Fargas collection.
This is not how I imagined it,
I dare say.
Such is life, my friend.
But I keep them
in perfect condition,
protected from humidity,
light, heat, and mice.
I dust them every day
and rearrange them.
These are books about the secret.
How is it?
Not bad. -Definitely not bad.
Ten of them are
very rare.
"Saul's Dictionary" by Selansi.
First edition, 1844.
"Compandi di Secreti"
Leonardo Fiorbanti, 1571.
And here it is. In excellent
condition.
It traveled the world for
three and a half centuries,
and still looks as if it were printed yesterday.
And is it in good condition? Did you notice
anything unusual?
Unusual? No.
The text is intact, as are
the engravings.
Nine, including the title page,
as stated in the catalog.
As with Kessler in Paris
and Telfer in New York.
It is no longer with Telfer.
Telfer committed suicide.
But not before selling his
copy to Boris Bolkan.
When Bolkan falls in love with a book,
he spares nothing.
But I would not sell mine for any
treasures.
It's strange that he sent you here,
when he already has...
Do you have it?
Can I see it?
Magnificent...
Beautiful...
Identical.
Two of the three that survived the flames
are reunited
after more than three centuries.
Show me that
typo,
damaged 'C'...
Same sign, same set.
Incredible!
See? If it weren't for the stain
on the cover of your copy,
they would be indistinguishable.
If you don't mind, I'd stay here a little longer,
and study them more closely.
What are you looking for, Mr. Corso?
I'm not entirely sure.
There are books that are dangerous even to
open.
Very true.
Incredible.
"LCF"
"AT" (Aristide Turquier)
Hello again.
You didn't tell me you were going
to Sintara. - You too.
What are you doing here?
- Reading.
That's what I see.
And then I appear unexpectedly.
Yes. Unexpectedly—that's true.
Are you on a business trip?
Is that why you carry this thing with you?
Is it part of your course?
Making Friends
and Influencing People.
You said you were a student.
- Did I say so?
Then it's true.
In a sense.
I love books. And you?
Do you spend a lot of time
on the road? - Quite a lot.
And on a motorcycle too?
Excuse me, sir. The phone.
For me? Are you sure?
Yes, sir. This way, please.
Mr. Corso?
My God! How did you find me?
Any promotion?
Promotion? Yes.
You could say that.
I can't talk.
I'll call you back.
Where are you? - It doesn't matter.
Ask them to call
your room. I'll wait.
Can you transfer the call
to my room?
Are you still on the line?
Okay. I checked
Fargas's copy.
It appears authentic to me.
They are identical, except for
a few differences.
Differences?
The engravings. They don't match.
For example, the keys
are in different hands...
On one copy, the gate is open,
on the other, it's stoned...
And one more thing.
Yes, go on.
The engravings that have
differences are not signed by Turquier.
They are signed "LCF."
Can you hear me?
"LCF"? - Where are you?
I need that copy,
Mr. Corso. Get it for me.
That old man wouldn't sell it
even if he died.
That's what he told me.
- Really?
Wait.
What time is it?
It's early, but you have to go.
Go? Where?
To Fargas's house.
I've already seen Fargas.
-You'd better see him again.
Is this a prank?
Who are you?
What do you know about Fargas?
-Get dressed. I'm waiting for you outside.
Don't bother. He's not there.
Really? So where is he?
There.
Oh, God.
Want to come in?
I've been thinking about that. Yes.
Wait here.
Found it?
I see you know too much, damn it.
Why are you following me?
Who do you work for?
I'm wasting your time
on all these questions.
You'd better get out of here.
Flight Lisbon-Paris -
the plane leaves at noon.
We'll make it.
What do you mean, "we"?
- There are two of us, aren't there?
What happened there?
Apparently the old man met a robber.
And what do you think happened to him? - He drowned.
With whose help?
- He died. Who cares?
Me. I could easily have been in his situation.
No, for now I'm with you, protecting
you.
I understand. You are my guardian angel.
- As you say.
Someone is playing a game.
- Of course, and you are part of it.
And you're starting to like it.
Hello, Gruber.
Hello, Mr. Corso.
Nice to see you again.
We have no spare
rooms, but...
I'm sure I can arrange something.
Thank you, Gruber.
- Thank you, sir.
Good morning, Kesler Foundation.
Please.
Second floor. - Thank you. Good afternoon.
Dean Corso.
I must meet
with Baroness Kessler.
This way.
You have 30 minutes.
Yes. -Mr. Corso.
Yes, Mr. Corso. Come in.
I've heard a lot about you.
I hope not the best.
You're right in your hopes.
-Thank you, Simon.
I feel better, Baroness,
since in my profession,
good reviews are a sign of professional
failure.
My God!
There it is—the Kessler collection.
I know your catalog
almost by heart.
It's strange we haven't met before.
Your name is well known among
dealers and collectors.
But I suppose you know much more about your
reputation
than I do.
Yes, all for the sake of
not going hungry, as they say.
I beg your pardon, Baroness,
You would
Have you been busy with something?
My latest work:
"The Devil: History and Myth."
Something like a biography. It will be published
next year.
Why about the Devil?
I saw him once.
I was 15 years old,
I saw him as clearly
as I see you.
It was love
at first sight.
300 years ago
You would have been burned for such talk.
300 years ago, I would not have said such a thing!
And I would not have made a living
writing books about him.
What did you want to talk
about with me, Mr. Corso?
I would like to check out a book
from your collection, if possible.
The book "The Nine Gates
of the Kingdom of Shadows."
Nine Gates.
An interesting book.
Everyone has been asking me about it lately.
Really?
- Come with me. Do you really believe
in Satan?
Enough to dedicate your life to it.
Not counting the many years of study
of this subject.
And you? - Almost.
This book requires a certain
degree of faith.
My faith, unfortunately,
has weakened recently.
I am well acquainted with the book.
I have studied it for years.
Do you have any doubts about its
authenticity?
Not the slightest.
Are you sure?
- I have studied this book.
I wrote a biography about it.
Yes. I have read it.
"Aristide de Turquier,
the Devil's Disciple."
A wonderful book.
- A brave man.
He gave his life for this book,
in 1667.
He was studying the secret arts
in Prague,
when he discovered the terrifying book
"Delomelanikon." This is Turquier's version, an interpretation
of a book written by Lucifer himself.
After his execution, a secret society was organized,
whose duty it was to perpetuate
his memory and guard his secrets.
"The Order of the Silver Serpent."
A sect? - A union of witches.
For hundreds of years they gathered to
read the book
and serve the Prince of Darkness.
In our time, they have degenerated
into a club,
composed of bored millionaires and celebrities,
using these meetings
as an excuse to
indulge
in their vile lust.
I myself was a member of the order,
long ago, but at my age,
time is too precious.
And besides, my days of passion
are long gone.
I told them to go to hell!
So, everything revolves
around sex, or...
Of course not. They believe they owe their fortunes
and success
to their membership in the order.
-And they still meet?
Every year, on the day
of Turquier's death.
They'll be meeting very soon!
So they read this book?
-Not this one.
I took mine back from them
when Liana Telfer bought
a copy in Toledo.
Victor Fargas doesn't believe it.
He never comes,
so they have to use Telfer's book.
I don't think anything will come of it.
-Is Andrew Telfer involved?
Telfer?! No, no!
This is the creature Liana
married for his money.
She's from a French family,
very...
ancient, aristocratic—
Saint-Martin,
but poor.
So Liana used his money
to restore her castle
and buy "The Nine Gates." If he finds out what his
wife is up to at these gatherings,
I think he'll commit suicide!
-You said something strange.
He hanged himself last week.
Who exactly are you working for,
Mr. Corso?
My client's name is irrelevant.
I only want to confirm the
authenticity of his copy,
the one Telfer sold
to him before his death.
How stupid of me.
I should have known.
Mr. Corso, your
Ninth Gate Ninth Gate
presence
is no longer welcome here.
I was hoping you would allow me
to examine your book in detail.
No way.
Tell your client, who
is none other than Boris Bolkan,
to come and examine it himself,
if he dares.
Don't let him send any more
wolves in sheep's clothing after me. Now I'll ask you to leave.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Thank you for your time.
You don't even realize what you're getting yourself into, Mr. Corso.
Get out of this before it's
too late.
I'm afraid it's already too late,
Baroness.
They're broken.
You must be more careful.
Do me a favor, Gruber.
Of course, Mr. Corso.
Liana Telfer.
Née de Saint-Martin.
About forty, brunette, beautiful.
Apparently accompanied by
a black man
with very short
bleached hair.
And a mustache.
I need to find out which hotel
they were staying at in Paris.
This might take a bit.
-Of course.
Start with the five-stars.
They're probably there.
Of course, sir.
Are you all right?
I've been better. Thank you.
Let me know
if you find them.
Place this on your neck.
You distinguished yourself at the river.
I haven't thanked you enough.
Now listen.
I think it's time to tell
me everything.
Someone wants your book.
Impossible...
And what is your role?
Can they call me through
reception?
I'm coming down.
Any news?
"His master's voice came on."
Not much. Except
that someone almost took my life once or twice.
Yes, and Fargas is dead.
Dead. How do you know?
I saw him. And his book, too.
Or what's left of it.
Someone stole the engravings
and tried to burn the rest.
And what's the conclusion?
This is a tragedy. Simply a tragedy.
And what about Baroness Kessler?
How was your day today?
Where exactly are you?
What about her copy?
No. Why do I feel
like you're breathing down my neck?
I invested in you, Mr.
Corso.
I'm simply checking the status
of my deposits.
The old woman swore that
her copy was the real thing,
but I wasn't able to examine
it up close.
She kicked me out as soon as she realized you sent me.
You're not a favorite.
- You're obliged to come see her again.
Are you making fun of me?
Have you seen her secretary?
Try coming during your lunch break.
Do you have a copying machine here?
Yes, sir.
May I use it?
- Of course, sir.
Baroness? It's me.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
I thought I made myself clear,
Mr. Corso.
I have something for you,
Baroness.
A gift of reconciliation.
May I give it to you?
Please?
First, please accept my
apologies.
I should have told you right away
that I work for Boris Bolkan. It was foolish of me to think I could deceive such an intelligent woman as you.
So, I beg your pardon.
Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Corso.
Show me what you came for.
This is for you.
What is this supposed to mean?
You said you've studied "The Nine Gates" in depth.
Have you compared your copy with the other two? - No. Why?
It was worth doing.
Here are copies of the engravings from Bolkan's book.
You'll see: they are different from the engravings in your book.
Different?
So you doubt the authenticity of my book?
If this is your gift,
take it and go.
My book is absolutely genuine.
I have no doubt of it,
Baroness.
In my opinion, all three copies
are genuine.
But the fact is, the engravings in them are different.
Different?
If this were true, it would be a revelation.
How can you be so sure of it?
Because I've already compared them
with Fargas's engravings.
And in his book...
the keys were in the other hand.
And here the door wasn't blocked
with stones.
And in this one, the man was suspended
by the other leg.
Well? - What?
Look closely, Baroness.
Towers.
Three for you, four for Bolkan.
Astonishing.
I'm sure there's a third one somewhere here.
Three differences in three engravings
add nine.
Coincidence, or something more?
Perhaps Turquier encrypted
the secret of the Ninth Gate
in three copies, not one?
I must admit,
you astound me.
This sheds a new light
on this whole subject.
You have my permission
to continue studying the books,
Mr. Corso. As long as it takes.
But I didn't allow that.
No one is allowed to smoke
in my library.
Baroness?
Excuse me, I've lost something
from my room.
Did someone come without me?
- Just your wife, sir.
My wife? I'm not married.
Excuse me, sir?
Yes? He's here, next to me.
Of course.
You, sir. Cabin number 2.
What's new?
New? Let's see.
The good news is -
I managed to study the old woman's book
and three engravings were signed
"LCF."
The bad news is - someone strangled her,
and her collection was used to build a bonfire.
And that's quite tragic, don't you think?
I'm speechless.
The story with Fargas has repeated itself. It seems they first tore out the engravings,
and then burned the house.
Now they have two sets.
And my book?
I've learned my lesson and won't take it with me anymore.
Otherwise, they would have burned it too.
Excellent. Sound thinking.
So now that two copies
no longer exist,
your mission is complete.
All you have to do is return
my copy to me.
I live at the Ritz,
and you can pick up your check
by the same opportunity.
Say, in half an hour?
And I have one more piece of bad news.
I don't have it.
-You don't have it?
Someone stole it from my
room.
Listen carefully,
Mr. Corso.
I think you've already realized
how far I'll go
when I want something. If you don't find my book,
and as soon as possible,
You'll find out firsthand.
Where is it?
- Where what?
The book. Where is it?
If I had taken it,
would I still be here?
You know I wouldn't.
I apologize for my young colleague's behavior.
It's unforgivable.
Was it her?
No, sir. She was taller,
dark-haired,
very chic, elegant.
I remember, sir.
I've obtained the information you needed.
The lady and gentleman
you were interested in
live at the Plaza Athena.
Suite 209-211.
Thank you, Gruber.
I'm in your debt.
I need a taxi. Quickly.
Call a taxi. Quickly.
Send this to Mr. Bolkan
at the Ritz.
B-o-l-c-a-n.
"It's Telfer! Corso."
Fax this immediately.
-Of course, sir.
I'm always at your service.
Are you coming?
What will you do if you see them?
I'll hide behind you.
There they are. That's them.
We need to catch a taxi before they disappear.
Come on.
They're leaving.
Are you getting in?
Couldn't you find something less conspicuous?
Don't be so picky.
Some people would give anything to ride in a car like that.
We can't tail them forever; they'll notice us.
How do I look?
Ridiculous.
Hold on.
Choose.
No, you. You know everything.
As you say.
We've lost them. No, not so fast.
They probably turned left.
So, I don't know everything?
Turn around.
Over thirty, brunette,
beautiful.
What did you say her name was?
Telfer. Liana Telfer.
No, her former name.
Saint-Martin.
Look.
"Saint-Martin."
We're looking for the house
of Madame Saint-Martin.
You mean the castle?
The castle. I knew it!
Where is the castle?
Take the road behind the church.
Thank you.
Go on.
Go on.
Do you see them anywhere?
Sorry for the intrusion.
What are you doing here?
-I just dropped by
to pick up the book you stole
from my room.
It's my book!
We've already discussed this.
My husband gave it to me!
He didn't sell something that belonged to him!
He sold it to...
He sold her to get revenge on
you. What happened?
He caught you with that albino? - How dare you?
Guard her.
No!
And beware. She bites!
Don't move! Both of you.
Take the book.
Don't kill them here,
you'll dirty the room.
Take them downstairs.
You go ahead.
You follow her.
Downstairs.
Open the door.
Watch out!
I didn't know you were like that.
Stay here and cover
me.
I'm going down.
Look around, everyone.
What do you see?
A gathering of costumed perverts.
How could you think
that the Prince of Darkness
would stoop so low
as to appear before you?
This has never happened and will never happen.
Never!
You read his book,
but know nothing
of its true power.
I, and I alone, have penetrated its secrets.
I, and I alone, have comprehended its
grandiose meaning.
I, and I alone, am worthy
to taste the fruits
of this discovery.
The absolute power to decide
my fate.
You are mad, Boris!
Give it back to me!
And you, Liane de Saint-Martin,
are even more guilty than
the rest of this gang.
You at least understood
what this book was capable of
in the right hands.
And yet you indulged in
these ridiculous rituals,
these disgusting orgies,
and all this was done in the name
of the Master. You are a charlatan!
No, Corso!
-No!
Let this happen.
What's wrong with you?!
He committed a public
murder. You're no longer a suspect
in the other murders.
You should be thanking me.
I'm so happy!
You're fired? It's all over.
What more do you want?
-You know what.
Could you give me a ride?
You've been working for him all this time.
That's odd. I thought it was you.
Please, sir. Everything's dry.
-Thank you, madam.
Madam?
Where is it?
Bernard, show him.
There.
Yes.
That's it.
All ready.
One.
Four.
Three, six, seven...
five, eight, two, nine.
The mystery is finally solved!
To walk in silence...
Along the long, circular road...
Towards all enemy
arrows...
Fearing neither noose nor fire...
To play with the greats
and win, by any means necessary,
that is, to avoid
all the vicissitudes of fate,
and ultimately,
to earn the key
that will open...
The Ninth Gate!
Corso!
What were you expecting? A revelation?
You shouldn't be here,
Mr. Corso. Go away!
I am your only
revelation of the evening.
A check awaits you in my New York office.
The entire amount.
You killed for them.
They are worth more than money.
Incalculable.
But they are mine.
Not yours.
You know, Corso,
despite our differences,
I have a soft spot for you.
It touches me. -We are somewhat
similar, you and I.
We share the same passion.
You desire the same, don't you?
But unfortunately for you,
only one of us deserves to have this wish fulfilled.
It's beyond your power.
Please, go away.
I will not leave here empty-handed.
Don't even think about it.
Step aside.
And I believed you were more cunning.
You heard me.
Step aside.
Put this down.
This is not your style.
Finally, you've found your place.
I like it.
And now...
You may watch.
I am penetrating the unknown.
I am embarking on the path of equality
with God.
You cannot follow
me.
I must walk it alone.
But you may watch
and be amazed.
Very kind of you.
-That's exactly it. People were burned alive,
or their bellies were cut open,
just for a glimpse
of what you are about to witness.
I swear allegiance to you, Master.
I dedicate my soul and body to you.
Take away my fear of the noose,
fire, and poison.
Erase my name from the Book of Life.
Enter my name
in the Black Book of Death.
Let me into the Ninth Gate!
So be it!
So be it
now!
Yes.
I feel power flowing
into me,
like an electric current...
Giving me the right to any
spiritual and physical action.
I am invulnerable!
Invincible!
I can fly!
Walk on water!
Look!
I plunge my hand into the fire.
And I feel no heat!
Madness. Again.
Miracle! I feel nothing. Nothing!
Is that it?
Game over?
For Bolkan, yes.
But not for you.
Why didn't Bolkan succeed?
The ninth engraving was a fake.
Where's the real one?
I want it.
You're running low on gas.
"The Senica Brothers"
"P. and P. Senica. Book Restoration. We Speak English."
The Senica Brothers?
-What?
Pepe Lopez.
Ricardo Herrera.
Do you speak English?
THE NINTH GATE
Russian:
Sofia Ostritskaya
I remember finding this text on some interesting website dedicated to films and their prints. I then translated the entire text myself and prepared it for publication here.
Ostritskaya
A Film by Roman Polanski
Johnny Depp
Lina Oulin
Frank Langella
James Russo
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THE NINTH GATE
An impressive collection.
You have some truly rare
editions.
Are you sure you want to
sell them all?
My father doesn't use them anymore,
in his current situation.
The library was his whole world,
and now it's just a reminder.
A painful reminder.
I understand.
So... By a rough estimate...
Just a preliminary estimate...
You have a collection here
worth $600,000.
$600,000?!
Yes. More or less.
There are two or three volumes here
that require special attention.
"Persilis," for example.
Very valuable.
I would keep that one. Its price
will not fall. An excellent investment.
Is it expensive? - Very.
"Hippomortomation
of Folifilo"
by Colonna. Venice, 1545.
I won't hesitate to find you a
buyer.
But I wouldn't sell anything else for less than 500,000.
Never.
It could take a month,
or more.
So, until then, I advise you
to be patient.
- A month?
- Yes. Or two.
The sooner, the cheaper.
- Of course.
- Still, that's my advice.
but you can consult
other experts.
And if you have any questions,
you know where to find me.
By the way... The four-volume set
of "Don Quixote" is very nice, but inexpensive.
I can relieve you of this...
right now.
How much are we talking about?
I don't think it's more than 4,000.
Maximum, 4,200. -Okay.
Are you here? -Hello, Vitkin.
-You haven't wasted your time, have you?
This is a real treasure.
Make yourself at home.
You're a vulture, Corso.
A real vulture.
And who isn't, in our business?
-The game is worth the candle.
When it comes to Ibarra's "Don Quixote"?
Of course.
Shameless, absolutely shameless!
Happy hunting!
"Barney's Used Bookshop"
I just spoke to Vitkin
on the phone.
He's ranting and raving.
Really? What's the matter?
He said you're a crook, a swindler,
and a greedy money-grubber.
He was sure the deal would work out,
and you ruined it for him.
He's not very quick to react.
Can I? - Of course.
And he says you gave them an irresponsible estimate,
and drove them crazy.
Now they're asking double the price for the collection.
Really? You set him up.
There's no other way to put it. He also said you stole
"Don Qui..."
Ibarra's "Don Quixote" from 1780.
All four volumes.
Incredible.
Fantastic. You're the best.
That client of yours, the Swiss.
Do you think he's still interested in
this edition?
Vitkin won't leave me alone.
I told him I had nothing to do with it.
Except ten percent.
Twenty. The Swiss is my client.
-No.
-Fifteen? For my children's sake.
-You don't have children.
-I'm young. Give me a chance.
Ten percent.
"Bolkan Press"
Not today. Not today.
In this context,
and earlier, in 1850,
in "Ada la demonomani de surcia,"
by the writer Jean Bodin.
Bodin was, apparently, the first
to attempt to substantiate the method,
if the word "Method" can be applied to the Middle Ages, to the classification of the modern concept of evil.
Bodin provides one definition of the concept of "witch."
I quote:
"A witch is a person, despite
knowing
the laws of God,
continuing to exist
in alliance with the Devil..."
To aid in their work, many
witches kept animals,
that is, cats or frogs,
which, according to belief,
were inhabited by spirits and demons.
Those of you, ladies and gentlemen,
who wish to study heresies and witchcraft in greater depth,
can find the information you need
in the following books:
Nicholas Rimes,
"Demonoltaria Libera"
and in "Compandium Malficum"
by Francesco Maria Gueso.
I see my little lecture
has perked you up, Mr. Corso.
Was I snoring?
How sweet of you side
to ask about it.
At least, I haven't heard.
Shall we go?
You don't sleep at night?
I sleep like a baby.
- Strange.
I'll bet a collection of
Gutenberg Bibles
that you don't sleep a wink half your nights.
You're one of those skinny, hungry
and restless types
who killed Julius Caesar.
The kind of people who stab
knives into their friends' backs.
Although I appreciate that you have few
friends, don't you, Mr.
Ninth Gate
Corso?
People of your type usually
have none at all.
Mine, yours.
And, of course, you're right.
I'm not at all interested
in your friendship.
Our relationship is purely
business, which is good.
You need to separate the personal
from the professional.
I came on business,
not for empty conversations.
If you want to talk about your
philosophy, write a book.
You don't like me, do you?
I don't have to. You're a client
who pays well.
It's a great favor,
Mr. Corso.
Few are granted permission
to enter here.
This is my private collection.
Some specialize
in Gothic novels,
others in prayer books.
All my books focus
on one character:
Satan.
Can I take a look? - Yes.
That's why I brought you here.
Beautiful, isn't it?
The subtle shine, the lush
gold bindings,
not to mention the centuries-old wisdom
contained within them.
I know people who would kill to
possess a collection like this.
"Ars Diaboli."
You won't find another like it.
So many books on this subject.
The rarest and most complete
editions.
The Factory of Life.
Her All that was missing was a pearl.
Let's go.
"The Nine Gates of the Kingdom of Shadows,"
Does this sound familiar?
Yes. Venice, 1666.
Writer and printer,
Aristide Turquier,
He was burned along with his
books by the Holy Inquisition.
Only three copies remain.
- One.
The catalogs list three copies
from private collections...
Fargas, Kesler, and Telfer.
Correct. You are an expert.
And yet, you are mistaken.
My research has shown that
only one of them is the original.
I know there are three.
That's the problem.
Where did you get it?
Bought it from Telfer.
From Telfer? - Yes. He eventually
sold it to me.
The day before he committed suicide.
Just in time.
"Silentium est uranum"
Silence is golden.
Exactly.
Have you ever heard of the book
"Delomelanicon"?
Yes, I've heard of it.
But it's just a myth, right?
A book allegedly written by Satan himself.
No myth.
This book exists.
Turquier was able to find it.
The engravings that you admire so much
were copied by Turquier
from the "Delomelanicon."
Combined, they form a
satanic charade.
With the correct interpretation
of the original text
and a great deal of inner experience,
they can summon the Prince of Darkness
in person.
Indeed.
Are you religious, Mr. Corso?
So, you believe
in supernatural powers?
I believe in my percentages.
Don't you feel dizzy
standing there?
What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Bolkan?
For you to go to Europe
for a little research.
The other two copies are in Portugal and France. I need you to try
comparing them with my copy:
every page, the engraving,
the binding—everything.
I know only one of them is
the original. I want to know which one.
This is a very expensive trip.
This is just a start.
Spend as much as it takes.
And what if your
copy turns out to be a fake?
That's quite possible.
Really?
I don't think so.
Even the paper looks real.
And yet, something's wrong.
So the Devil hasn't appeared?
If all three copies turn out to be
fake or incomplete,
your mission will be complete.
That is, if it turns out
one of them is genuine,
I will continue to cooperate with you.
I want you to get it for me
at any cost,
and I don't care which one.
"I don't care which one"
sounds illegal. This isn't your first time!
Not that illegal!
- For the right price.
If you do a good job,
the amount will be doubled.
There's definitely something wrong with it if
you're willing to take it from here.
I trust you completely,
Mr. Corso.
There's no one more loyal
than one whose loyalty
can be bought at full price.
Good morning. Dean Corso.
Sorry to bother you
at such a moment.
But it would be a great help to me
if you could tell me everything
you know about this book.
Isn't this one of my husband's books?
True. It was. Until recently.
He sold it to my client. I'm
trying to prove its authenticity.
You say he sold it?
That's odd. It was one of his
most prized treasures.
He didn't tell you?
No. This is new to me.
Who bought it?
A private collector. May I know his name?
Professional secret.
And it has a price tag, doesn't it? -No problem with that.
Is that your job? Authenticate
rare books?
And search for them. Yes.
You're a second-hand bookseller.
Roughly.
Do you remember where and when your husband bought it?
In Spain. We were on vacation
in Toledo.
Andrew was so excited.
He paid a lot for it.
He was a fanatic.
As it turns out.
I'll show you.
Impressive...
Andrew spent here
hour after hour...
Too many hours.
Has he ever tried...?
I don't understand.
The book...
He used it to perform
some kind of ritual
to achieve something
supernatural?
Are you serious?
Yes. Absolutely. Andrew was indeed an eccentric, Mr. Corso, but he was perfectly normal.
True, he had been behaving somewhat strangely in recent years.
He'd lock himself in here, only coming out to eat.
That morning, I was awakened by the maid's screams.
He'd hanged himself!
I have no idea what he was doing,
but I find it hard to imagine him whispering spells to raise the dead.
Satan, Mrs. Telfer.
This book was intended to summon the Devil.
"The Light Shall Shine..."
I don't believe it.
Where did you get this?
Bolkan. He wanted me to check it out.
Does Bolkan have "The Nine Gates"?
He bought it recently
from the late Andrew Telfer.
Typical of Bolkan.
And what does he need it for?
He's not going to sell it.
He wants me to compare it
with the other two copies,
which are kept in Portugal
and France.
So, I'm going to Europe.
To compare it?
Yes. He said that only
one of the three is the original.
It seems completely
authentic to me.
My God, it's probably
worth a million.
Keep it safe.
That's why I came. I need
you to hide it for me.
Because I'm starting to
see things. -What?
Uninvited guests,
strange faces.
I don't trust anyone,
even Bolkan.
By the way, I'm not sure I trust
you.
You know I won't let you down,
unless it's for a good reason,
like money, women,
or business.
As for everything else,
you can rest assured.
I'll pick it up on the way
to the airport.
Stunning engravings.
Or terrifying. Either-or.
Magnificent.
Simply magnificent.
May I come in?
Please, sit down.
I came to talk about business.
Yesterday, when you came to talk to me
about this book,
I was too stunned and didn't react properly.
I mean, this book was
one of my favorites.
He was burned along with his
books by the Holy Inquisition.
Only three copies remain.
- One.
The catalogs list three copies
from private collections...
Fargas, Kesler, and Telfer.
Correct. You are an expert.
And yet, you are mistaken.
My research has shown that
only one of them is the original.
I know there are three.
That's the problem.
Where did you get it?
Bought it from Telfer.
From Telfer? - Yes. He eventually
sold it to me.
The day before he committed suicide.
Just in time.
"Silentium est uranum"
Silence is golden.
Exactly.
Have you ever heard of the book
"Delomelanicon"?
Yes, I've heard of it.
But it's just a myth, right?
A book allegedly written by Satan himself.
No myth.
This book exists.
Turquier was able to find it.
The engravings that you admire so much
were copied by Turquier
from the "Delomelanicon."
Combined, they form a
satanic charade.
With the correct interpretation
of the original text
and a great deal of inner experience,
they can summon the Prince of Darkness
in person.
Indeed.
Are you religious, Mr. Corso?
So, you believe
in supernatural powers?
I believe in my percentages.
Don't you feel dizzy
standing there?
What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Bolkan?
For you to go to Europe
for a little research.
The other two copies are in Portugal and France. I need you to try
comparing them with my copy:
every page, the engraving,
the binding—everything.
I know only one of them is
the original. I want to know which one.
This is a very expensive trip.
This is just a start.
Spend as much as it takes.
And what if your
copy turns out to be a fake?
That's quite possible.
Really?
I don't think so.
Even the paper looks real.
And yet, something's wrong.
So the Devil hasn't appeared?
If all three copies turn out to be
fake or incomplete,
your mission will be complete.
That is, if it turns out
one of them is genuine,
I will continue to cooperate with you.
I want you to get it for me
at any cost,
and I don't care which one.
"I don't care which one"
sounds illegal. This isn't your first time!
Not that illegal!
- For the right price.
If you do a good job,
the amount will be doubled.
There's definitely something wrong with it if
you're willing to take it from here.
I trust you completely,
Mr. Corso.
There's no one more loyal
than one whose loyalty
can be bought at full price.
Good morning. Dean Corso.
Sorry to bother you
at such a moment.
But it would be a great help to me
if you could tell me everything
you know about this book.
Isn't this one of my husband's books?
True. It was. Until recently.
He sold it to my client. I'm
trying to prove its authenticity.
You say he sold it?
That's odd. It was one of his
most prized treasures.
He didn't tell you?
No. This is new to me.
Who bought it?
A private collector. May I know his name?
Professional secret.
And it has a price tag, doesn't it? -No problem with that.
Is that your job? Authenticate
rare books?
And search for them. Yes.
You're a second-hand bookseller.
Roughly.
Do you remember where and when your husband bought it?
In Spain. We were on vacation
in Toledo.
Andrew was so excited.
He paid a lot for it.
He was a fanatic.
As it turns out.
I'll show you.
Impressive...
Andrew spent here
hour after hour...
Too many hours.
Has he ever tried...?
I don't understand.
The book...
He used it to perform
some kind of ritual
to achieve something
supernatural?
Are you serious?
Yes. Absolutely. Andrew was indeed an eccentric, Mr. Corso, but he was perfectly normal.
True, he had been behaving somewhat strangely in recent years.
He'd lock himself in here, only coming out to eat.
That morning, I was awakened by the maid's screams.
He'd hanged himself!
I have no idea what he was doing,
but I find it hard to imagine him whispering spells to raise the dead.
Satan, Mrs. Telfer.
This book was intended to summon the Devil.
"The Light Shall Shine..."
I don't believe it.
Where did you get this?
Bolkan. He wanted me to check it out.
Does Bolkan have "The Nine Gates"?
He bought it recently
from the late Andrew Telfer.
Typical of Bolkan.
And what does he need it for?
He's not going to sell it.
He wants me to compare it
with the other two copies,
which are kept in Portugal
and France.
So, I'm going to Europe.
To compare it?
Yes. He said that only
one of the three is the original.
It seems completely
authentic to me.
My God, it's probably
worth a million.
Keep it safe.
That's why I came. I need
you to hide it for me.
Because I'm starting to
see things. -What?
Uninvited guests,
strange faces.
I don't trust anyone,
even Bolkan.
By the way, I'm not sure I trust
you.
You know I won't let you down,
unless it's for a good reason,
like money, women,
or business.
As for everything else,
you can rest assured.
I'll pick it up on the way
to the airport.
Stunning engravings.
Or terrifying. Either-or.
Magnificent.
Simply magnificent.
May I come in?
Please, sit down.
I came to talk about business.
Yesterday, when you came to talk to me
about this book,
I was too stunned and didn't react properly.
I mean, this book was
one of my favorites.
You
Post automatically merged:
You mentioned it.
I want her back.
Very problematic.
- Not necessarily.
It depends on someone.
- Who?
- You.
This isn't my book.
I assume you work for money.
For what?
I have plenty of money.
- I'm very happy for you.
Stage a robbery.
After all, your client is insured.
I'm a professional, ma'am.
- A mercenary.
And mercenaries work for the highest bidder.
I have enough.
I might add.
I'm familiar with this.
I know. From the movies.
She had an automatic pistol in her stocking.
No pistol.
Would you like a drink? - Why not?
So where is she?
- What?
Better not mess with me!
I thought I already did that.
You've reached Barney's Used Books.
Leave a message after the tone.
Barney. Are you there?
Pick up the phone.
Barney!
Wait for me. Then
drive me to Kennedy.
No problem, sir.
No problem?
Hold by the phone. Hold.
No problem, sir.
He can't be disturbed right now.
May I know who's speaking?
Dean Corso.
-Want to leave a message?
No. I need to speak to him immediately.
He's on his way.
Leave me the number and I'll connect
you with him when he calls.
No! I'm calling from a pay phone.
It's urgent!
I need to speak to him immediately!
Can you hear me? Right away!
Wait.
Are you on the line, Mr. Corso?
I'm transferring you.
Mr. Corso? What did you
discover?
More than you expected.
What do you mean? -So, I quit.
I want to return your book.
Where are you?
I'm very disappointed in you,
Mr. Corso.
And this is a first.
This time, it's completely different.
Remember Barney Armsteen?
-Armsteen?
The bookseller?
I gave him your book for safekeeping,
and now he's dead. Murdered.
Because of a book?
Because of what else?
I didn't say it would be easy for you.
If it's about money...
It's not about money.
I want to get rid of this!
It's very important to me,
Mr. Corso.
And I can be very generous,
as you know.
Go on,
and you can add
another zero to your payment.
Final warning
for those flying to Paris...
Where are you?
Good afternoon.
Do you speak English?
- Yes, of course.
I'd like to ask what you think
of this book.
"The Nine Gates."
A beautiful copy.
Very rare. A Telfer copy.
Yes. It was yours before,
right?
Before. Yes.
- We sold it.
We sold it by chance.
We couldn't refuse such a tempting offer.
Excellent deal.
Excellent purchase. The book
is in excellent condition.
Is it yours now?
No. My client's.
I can't imagine how she could have
parted with it.
She? - Mrs. Telfer.
I thought Mr. Telfer bought the book.
He paid.
Mrs. Telfer convinced him
to buy it.
He didn't seem particularly interested.
A magnificent copy.
What if it's
a fake? - A fake? Did you hear that, Pedro?
I thought you were a professional. You talk so easily about forgeries.
Too easy.
Forging a book is a very expensive
pleasure.
Paper from that era,
the right ink...
Very expensive and unprofitable.
But still, it can be done.
- Of course.
It requires great skill,
but it can be done.
In this case, is it possible?
Why are you asking?
My client wants to confirm
the authenticity of a book.
His name is Bolkan.
From New York.
All books have their
purpose.
And their own life.
Mr. Bolkan is a renowned
bibliophile.
He is not stupid.
He knows beyond a doubt
that the book is genuine.
We know.
-And, of course, so does he.
We have kept it for many years.
-For many years.
We have had many opportunities
to examine it in detail. The printing and binding are a magnificent example
of 17th-century art.
The finest paper, one that has stood the test
of time!
Unlike modern paper!
Watermarks, ink...
If this is a forgery,
or a restored copy,
then it is the work of a master.
- A great master.
Have you carefully examined
the engravings?
It seems they contain a hidden
meaning.
Of course. This, for example,
could be seen
as a warning.
'Go too far,'
I think it means:
'and you will be exposed
to danger from above.'
Such books often contain
little riddles.
Especially when it comes to
such an interesting manual.
Manuals?
It seems you haven't gone far
in your research, sir.
There. Take a closer look.
Don't you see? Only six of the nine engravings
are signed by Turquier.
And the other three?
Here's one of them.
"LCF"?
Who is "LCF"?
- Think about it.
Lucifer?
In black and white, sir.
Turquier was burned alive
because he wrote a book
with someone else.
Well, really!
You don't believe that the man who wrote this
book was assisted by the Devil,
and for that he was burned.
Even Hell has its heroes.
I've seen you somewhere before.
- Really?
Are you in this car?
In the next one.
- A sleeping car.
I'm in a cheap one.
Are you a student?
Something like that.
I love trains.
The ones I ride on?
Just trains. What's your name?
Guess.
Green-Eyes.
-Suitable for me. What's yours?
Corso. -Strange name.
It's Italian. It means "run."
You don't strike me as a runner.
You're a quiet man.
Hello to Bolkan. Tell him
I'm doing my best.
Bolkan?
Never mind.
See you then...
Perhaps.
I wouldn't be surprised.
Dean Corso. Mr. Fargas.
Yes! Please come in.
This is my home!
I trust you wouldn't mind
a glass of brandy?
Thank you.
What beautiful glasses.
The last ones I have left.
I'm sure it was very...
I'm sure it was
very beautiful here. - True.
But ancient families,
like ancient civilizations,
are doomed to extinction.
Here they are.
834 of them.
It's a shame I never saw them
in better times.
I had five thousand of them.
But this is what remains.
So here it is, the Fargas collection.
This is not how I imagined it,
I dare say.
Such is life, my friend.
But I keep them
in perfect condition,
protected from humidity,
light, heat, and mice.
I dust them every day
and rearrange them.
These are books about the secret.
How is it?
Not bad. -Definitely not bad.
Ten of them are
very rare.
"Saul's Dictionary" by Selansi.
First edition, 1844.
"Compandi di Secreti"
Leonardo Fiorbanti, 1571.
And here it is. In excellent
condition.
It traveled the world for
three and a half centuries,
and still looks as if it were printed yesterday.
And is it in good condition? Did you notice
anything unusual?
Unusual? No.
The text is intact, as are
the engravings.
Nine, including the title page,
as stated in the catalog.
As with Kessler in Paris
and Telfer in New York.
It is no longer with Telfer.
Telfer committed suicide.
But not before selling his
copy to Boris Bolkan.
When Bolkan falls in love with a book,
he spares nothing.
But I would not sell mine for any
treasures.
It's strange that he sent you here,
when he already has...
Do you have it?
Can I see it?
Magnificent...
Beautiful...
Identical.
Two of the three that survived the flames
are reunited
after more than three centuries.
Show me that
typo,
damaged 'C'...
Same sign, same set.
Incredible!
See? If it weren't for the stain
on the cover of your copy,
they would be indistinguishable.
If you don't mind, I'd stay here a little longer,
and study them more closely.
What are you looking for, Mr. Corso?
I'm not entirely sure.
There are books that are dangerous even to
open.
Very true.
Incredible.
"LCF"
"AT" (Aristide Turquier)
Hello again.
You didn't tell me you were going
to Sintara. - You too.
What are you doing here?
- Reading.
That's what I see.
And then I appear unexpectedly.
Yes. Unexpectedly—that's true.
Are you on a business trip?
Is that why you carry this thing with you?
Is it part of your course?
Making Friends
and Influencing People.
You said you were a student.
- Did I say so?
Then it's true.
In a sense.
I love books. And you?
Do you spend a lot of time
on the road? - Quite a lot.
And on a motorcycle too?
Excuse me, sir. The phone.
For me? Are you sure?
Yes, sir. This way, please.
Mr. Corso?
My God! How did you find me?
Any promotion?
Promotion? Yes.
You could say that.
I can't talk.
I'll call you back.
Where are you? - It doesn't matter.
Ask them to call
your room. I'll wait.
Can you transfer the call
to my room?
Are you still on the line?
Okay. I checked
Fargas's copy.
It appears authentic to me.
They are identical, except for
a few differences.
Differences?
The engravings. They don't match.
For example, the keys
are in different hands...
On one copy, the gate is open,
on the other, it's stoned...
And one more thing.
Yes, go on.
The engravings that have
differences are not signed by Turquier.
They are signed "LCF."
Can you hear me?
"LCF"? - Where are you?
I need that copy,
Mr. Corso. Get it for me.
That old man wouldn't sell it
even if he died.
That's what he told me.
- Really?
Wait.
What time is it?
It's early, but you have to go.
Go? Where?
To Fargas's house.
I've already seen Fargas.
-You'd better see him again.
Is this a prank?
Who are you?
What do you know about Fargas?
-Get dressed. I'm waiting for you outside.
Don't bother. He's not there.
Really? So where is he?
There.
Oh, God.
Want to come in?
I've been thinking about that. Yes.
Wait here.
Found it?
I see you know too much, damn it.
Why are you following me?
Who do you work for?
I'm wasting your time
on all these questions.
You'd better get out of here.
Flight Lisbon-Paris -
the plane leaves at noon.
We'll make it.
What do you mean, "we"?
- There are two of us, aren't there?
What happened there?
Apparently the old man met a robber.
And what do you think happened to him? - He drowned.
With whose help?
- He died. Who cares?
Me. I could easily have been in his situation.
No, for now I'm with you, protecting
you.
I understand. You are my guardian angel.
- As you say.
Someone is playing a game.
- Of course, and you are part of it.
And you're starting to like it.
Hello, Gruber.
Hello, Mr. Corso.
Nice to see you again.
We have no spare
rooms, but...
I'm sure I can arrange something.
Thank you, Gruber.
- Thank you, sir.
Good morning, Kesler Foundation.
Please.
Second floor. - Thank you. Good afternoon.
Dean Corso.
I must meet
with Baroness Kessler.
This way.
You have 30 minutes.
Yes. -Mr. Corso.
Yes, Mr. Corso. Come in.
I've heard a lot about you.
I hope not the best.
You're right in your hopes.
-Thank you, Simon.
I feel better, Baroness,
since in my profession,
good reviews are a sign of professional
failure.
My God!
There it is—the Kessler collection.
I know your catalog
almost by heart.
It's strange we haven't met before.
Your name is well known among
dealers and collectors.
But I suppose you know much more about your
reputation
than I do.
Yes, all for the sake of
not going hungry, as they say.
I beg your pardon, Baroness,
You would
Have you been busy with something?
My latest work:
"The Devil: History and Myth."
Something like a biography. It will be published
next year.
Why about the Devil?
I saw him once.
I was 15 years old,
I saw him as clearly
as I see you.
It was love
at first sight.
300 years ago
You would have been burned for such talk.
300 years ago, I would not have said such a thing!
And I would not have made a living
writing books about him.
What did you want to talk
about with me, Mr. Corso?
I would like to check out a book
from your collection, if possible.
The book "The Nine Gates
of the Kingdom of Shadows."
Nine Gates.
An interesting book.
Everyone has been asking me about it lately.
Really?
- Come with me. Do you really believe
in Satan?
Enough to dedicate your life to it.
Not counting the many years of study
of this subject.
And you? - Almost.
This book requires a certain
degree of faith.
My faith, unfortunately,
has weakened recently.
I am well acquainted with the book.
I have studied it for years.
Do you have any doubts about its
authenticity?
Not the slightest.
Are you sure?
- I have studied this book.
I wrote a biography about it.
Yes. I have read it.
"Aristide de Turquier,
the Devil's Disciple."
A wonderful book.
- A brave man.
He gave his life for this book,
in 1667.
He was studying the secret arts
in Prague,
when he discovered the terrifying book
"Delomelanikon." This is Turquier's version, an interpretation
of a book written by Lucifer himself.
After his execution, a secret society was organized,
whose duty it was to perpetuate
his memory and guard his secrets.
"The Order of the Silver Serpent."
A sect? - A union of witches.
For hundreds of years they gathered to
read the book
and serve the Prince of Darkness.
In our time, they have degenerated
into a club,
composed of bored millionaires and celebrities,
using these meetings
as an excuse to
indulge
in their vile lust.
I myself was a member of the order,
long ago, but at my age,
time is too precious.
And besides, my days of passion
are long gone.
I told them to go to hell!
So, everything revolves
around sex, or...
Of course not. They believe they owe their fortunes
and success
to their membership in the order.
-And they still meet?
Every year, on the day
of Turquier's death.
They'll be meeting very soon!
So they read this book?
-Not this one.
I took mine back from them
when Liana Telfer bought
a copy in Toledo.
Victor Fargas doesn't believe it.
He never comes,
so they have to use Telfer's book.
I don't think anything will come of it.
-Is Andrew Telfer involved?
Telfer?! No, no!
This is the creature Liana
married for his money.
She's from a French family,
very...
ancient, aristocratic—
Saint-Martin,
but poor.
So Liana used his money
to restore her castle
and buy "The Nine Gates." If he finds out what his
wife is up to at these gatherings,
I think he'll commit suicide!
-You said something strange.
He hanged himself last week.
Who exactly are you working for,
Mr. Corso?
My client's name is irrelevant.
I only want to confirm the
authenticity of his copy,
the one Telfer sold
to him before his death.
How stupid of me.
I should have known.
Mr. Corso, your
Ninth Gate Ninth Gate
presence
is no longer welcome here.
I was hoping you would allow me
to examine your book in detail.
No way.
Tell your client, who
is none other than Boris Bolkan,
to come and examine it himself,
if he dares.
Don't let him send any more
wolves in sheep's clothing after me. Now I'll ask you to leave.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Thank you for your time.
You don't even realize what you're getting yourself into, Mr. Corso.
Get out of this before it's
too late.
I'm afraid it's already too late,
Baroness.
They're broken.
You must be more careful.
Do me a favor, Gruber.
Of course, Mr. Corso.
Liana Telfer.
Née de Saint-Martin.
About forty, brunette, beautiful.
Apparently accompanied by
a black man
with very short
bleached hair.
And a mustache.
I need to find out which hotel
they were staying at in Paris.
This might take a bit.
-Of course.
Start with the five-stars.
They're probably there.
Of course, sir.
Are you all right?
I've been better. Thank you.
Let me know
if you find them.
Place this on your neck.
You distinguished yourself at the river.
I haven't thanked you enough.
Now listen.
I think it's time to tell
me everything.
Someone wants your book.
Impossible...
And what is your role?
Can they call me through
reception?
I'm coming down.
Any news?
"His master's voice came on."
Not much. Except
that someone almost took my life once or twice.
Yes, and Fargas is dead.
Dead. How do you know?
I saw him. And his book, too.
Or what's left of it.
Someone stole the engravings
and tried to burn the rest.
And what's the conclusion?
This is a tragedy. Simply a tragedy.
And what about Baroness Kessler?
How was your day today?
Where exactly are you?
What about her copy?
No. Why do I feel
like you're breathing down my neck?
I invested in you, Mr.
Corso.
I'm simply checking the status
of my deposits.
The old woman swore that
her copy was the real thing,
but I wasn't able to examine
it up close.
Post automatically merged:
She kicked me out as soon as she realized you sent me.
You're not a favorite.
- You're obliged to come see her again.
Are you making fun of me?
Have you seen her secretary?
Try coming during your lunch break.
Do you have a copying machine here?
Yes, sir.
May I use it?
- Of course, sir.
Baroness? It's me.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
I thought I made myself clear,
Mr. Corso.
I have something for you,
Baroness.
A gift of reconciliation.
May I give it to you?
Please?
First, please accept my
apologies.
I should have told you right away
that I work for Boris Bolkan. It was foolish of me to think I could deceive such an intelligent woman as you.
So, I beg your pardon.
Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Corso.
Show me what you came for.
This is for you.
What is this supposed to mean?
You said you've studied "The Nine Gates" in depth.
Have you compared your copy with the other two? - No. Why?
It was worth doing.
Here are copies of the engravings from Bolkan's book.
You'll see: they are different from the engravings in your book.
Different?
So you doubt the authenticity of my book?
If this is your gift,
take it and go.
My book is absolutely genuine.
I have no doubt of it,
Baroness.
In my opinion, all three copies
are genuine.
But the fact is, the engravings in them are different.
Different?
If this were true, it would be a revelation.
How can you be so sure of it?
Because I've already compared them
with Fargas's engravings.
And in his book...
the keys were in the other hand.
And here the door wasn't blocked
with stones.
And in this one, the man was suspended
by the other leg.
Well? - What?
Look closely, Baroness.
Towers.
Three for you, four for Bolkan.
Astonishing.
I'm sure there's a third one somewhere here.
Three differences in three engravings
add nine.
Coincidence, or something more?
Perhaps Turquier encrypted
the secret of the Ninth Gate
in three copies, not one?
I must admit,
you astound me.
This sheds a new light
on this whole subject.
You have my permission
to continue studying the books,
Mr. Corso. As long as it takes.
But I didn't allow that.
No one is allowed to smoke
in my library.
Baroness?
Excuse me, I've lost something
from my room.
Did someone come without me?
- Just your wife, sir.
My wife? I'm not married.
Excuse me, sir?
Yes? He's here, next to me.
Of course.
You, sir. Cabin number 2.
What's new?
New? Let's see.
The good news is -
I managed to study the old woman's book
and three engravings were signed
"LCF."
The bad news is - someone strangled her,
and her collection was used to build a bonfire.
And that's quite tragic, don't you think?
I'm speechless.
The story with Fargas has repeated itself. It seems they first tore out the engravings,
and then burned the house.
Now they have two sets.
And my book?
I've learned my lesson and won't take it with me anymore.
Otherwise, they would have burned it too.
Excellent. Sound thinking.
So now that two copies
no longer exist,
your mission is complete.
All you have to do is return
my copy to me.
I live at the Ritz,
and you can pick up your check
by the same opportunity.
Say, in half an hour?
And I have one more piece of bad news.
I don't have it.
-You don't have it?
Someone stole it from my
room.
Listen carefully,
Mr. Corso.
I think you've already realized
how far I'll go
when I want something. If you don't find my book,
and as soon as possible,
You'll find out firsthand.
Where is it?
- Where what?
The book. Where is it?
If I had taken it,
would I still be here?
You know I wouldn't.
I apologize for my young colleague's behavior.
It's unforgivable.
Was it her?
No, sir. She was taller,
dark-haired,
very chic, elegant.
I remember, sir.
I've obtained the information you needed.
The lady and gentleman
you were interested in
live at the Plaza Athena.
Suite 209-211.
Thank you, Gruber.
I'm in your debt.
I need a taxi. Quickly.
Call a taxi. Quickly.
Send this to Mr. Bolkan
at the Ritz.
B-o-l-c-a-n.
"It's Telfer! Corso."
Fax this immediately.
-Of course, sir.
I'm always at your service.
Are you coming?
What will you do if you see them?
I'll hide behind you.
There they are. That's them.
We need to catch a taxi before they disappear.
Come on.
They're leaving.
Are you getting in?
Couldn't you find something less conspicuous?
Don't be so picky.
Some people would give anything to ride in a car like that.
We can't tail them forever; they'll notice us.
How do I look?
Ridiculous.
Hold on.
Choose.
No, you. You know everything.
As you say.
We've lost them. No, not so fast.
They probably turned left.
So, I don't know everything?
Turn around.
Over thirty, brunette,
beautiful.
What did you say her name was?
Telfer. Liana Telfer.
No, her former name.
Saint-Martin.
Look.
"Saint-Martin."
We're looking for the house
of Madame Saint-Martin.
You mean the castle?
The castle. I knew it!
Where is the castle?
Take the road behind the church.
Thank you.
Go on.
Go on.
Do you see them anywhere?
Sorry for the intrusion.
What are you doing here?
-I just dropped by
to pick up the book you stole
from my room.
It's my book!
We've already discussed this.
My husband gave it to me!
He didn't sell something that belonged to him!
He sold it to...
He sold her to get revenge on
you. What happened?
He caught you with that albino? - How dare you?
Guard her.
No!
And beware. She bites!
Don't move! Both of you.
Take the book.
Don't kill them here,
you'll dirty the room.
Take them downstairs.
You go ahead.
You follow her.
Downstairs.
Open the door.
Watch out!
I didn't know you were like that.
Stay here and cover
me.
I'm going down.
Look around, everyone.
What do you see?
A gathering of costumed perverts.
How could you think
that the Prince of Darkness
would stoop so low
as to appear before you?
This has never happened and will never happen.
Never!
You read his book,
but know nothing
of its true power.
I, and I alone, have penetrated its secrets.
I, and I alone, have comprehended its
grandiose meaning.
I, and I alone, am worthy
to taste the fruits
of this discovery.
The absolute power to decide
my fate.
You are mad, Boris!
Give it back to me!
And you, Liane de Saint-Martin,
are even more guilty than
the rest of this gang.
You at least understood
what this book was capable of
in the right hands.
And yet you indulged in
these ridiculous rituals,
these disgusting orgies,
and all this was done in the name
of the Master. You are a charlatan!
No, Corso!
-No!
Let this happen.
What's wrong with you?!
He committed a public
murder. You're no longer a suspect
in the other murders.
You should be thanking me.
I'm so happy!
You're fired? It's all over.
What more do you want?
-You know what.
Could you give me a ride?
You've been working for him all this time.
That's odd. I thought it was you.
Please, sir. Everything's dry.
-Thank you, madam.
Madam?
Where is it?
Bernard, show him.
There.
Yes.
That's it.
All ready.
One.
Four.
Three, six, seven...
five, eight, two, nine.
The mystery is finally solved!
To walk in silence...
Along the long, circular road...
Towards all enemy
arrows...
Fearing neither noose nor fire...
To play with the greats
and win, by any means necessary,
that is, to avoid
all the vicissitudes of fate,
and ultimately,
to earn the key
that will open...
The Ninth Gate!
Corso!
What were you expecting? A revelation?
You shouldn't be here,
Mr. Corso. Go away!
I am your only
revelation of the evening.
A check awaits you in my New York office.
The entire amount.
You killed for them.
They are worth more than money.
Incalculable.
But they are mine.
Not yours.
You know, Corso,
despite our differences,
I have a soft spot for you.
It touches me. -We are somewhat
similar, you and I.
We share the same passion.
You desire the same, don't you?
But unfortunately for you,
only one of us deserves to have this wish fulfilled.
It's beyond your power.
Please, go away.
I will not leave here empty-handed.
Don't even think about it.
Step aside.
And I believed you were more cunning.
You heard me.
Step aside.
Put this down.
This is not your style.
Finally, you've found your place.
I like it.
And now...
You may watch.
I am penetrating the unknown.
I am embarking on the path of equality
with God.
You cannot follow
me.
I must walk it alone.
But you may watch
and be amazed.
Very kind of you.
-That's exactly it. People were burned alive,
or their bellies were cut open,
just for a glimpse
of what you are about to witness.
I swear allegiance to you, Master.
I dedicate my soul and body to you.
Take away my fear of the noose,
fire, and poison.
Erase my name from the Book of Life.
Enter my name
in the Black Book of Death.
Let me into the Ninth Gate!
So be it!
So be it
now!
Yes.
I feel power flowing
into me,
like an electric current...
Giving me the right to any
spiritual and physical action.
I am invulnerable!
Invincible!
I can fly!
Walk on water!
Look!
I plunge my hand into the fire.
And I feel no heat!
Madness. Again.
Miracle! I feel nothing. Nothing!
Is that it?
Game over?
For Bolkan, yes.
But not for you.
Why didn't Bolkan succeed?
The ninth engraving was a fake.
Where's the real one?
I want it.
You're running low on gas.
"The Senica Brothers"
"P. and P. Senica. Book Restoration. We Speak English."
The Senica Brothers?
-What?
Pepe Lopez.
Ricardo Herrera.
Do you speak English?
THE NINTH GATE
Russian:
Sofia Ostritskaya
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I remember finding this text on some interesting website dedicated to films and their prints. I then translated the entire text myself and prepared it for publication here.
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