All language subtitles for Lazarillo De Tormes (1959).English

I am Lázaro of Tormes, the son of
Tomé González and Antona Pérez.

My parents are from Tejares,
a hamlet near Salamanca.

They call me that because I was
born in the middle of the Tormes River.

My father, may God
forgive him, used to mill at a

watermill on that river, and
my mother was there when...

she had me.

When I was six, my father was
accused of stealing flour from the sacks.

He was arrested and persecuted by the law.

I hope he's in heaven, since
the Gospel calls them blessed.

To escape the gossip, we moved to Salamanca.

We had a harder time there than we
wanted because my mother, finding

herself a widow and trying to find
good company, gave me a little brother.

Lázaro.
Take this. Get my wine and some candles.

Go on, hurry up.

Sea of rain for days.

This one's for you, boy.

Every coin, just like every
man, has its own voice.

What's missing here, it makes up for over there.

That's childish talk. I know over
a hundred prayers to turn a profit.

Just and Divine Judge.

In the end, wherever you may go, may you
carry the arms of Christ, they'll have feet and...

they won't catch you.

Solitary soul who moans and weeps in the
field, have compassion on me in this hour.

And I also know medicine for molars,
fainting spells, and women's troubles.

And for unhappily married
women, and for grief and anguish.

Then prescribe something for me,
because I suffer from such hunger

and wretchedness that they
must have named me Lázaro for it.

For me and my mother, the lean times never end.

What did you say your name was?

Lázaro de Tormes, they call me.

Wouldn't you like to change your situation?

Do you... do you want to take me with you?

Could you guide me?

Listen, tomorrow I'm going to Toledo.

Mother!

Mother!

Do you want me to say the
'prayer for the walled-up one'?

God bless you.

Solitary soul who moans in the field...

and weeps, have compassion on me in this hour.

This is the man who wants to
take me on as his little Lázaro.

Is that true, my Lázaro?

If he wants me.

It pains me to let you go, you must understand.

But if it's for your own good...

Well, I can't give him gold, but I
can give him plenty of advice for life.

I wouldn't entrust him to just anyone.

But with you, I have no hesitation.

He's a good boy.

His father died in Los Gelbes
defending the Catholic faith.

And I trust that the chip
won't fall far from the block.

I just ask that you look after him.

I will.

I'm not taking him on as a servant, but as a son.

Here's my blessing, Lázaro.

It's all I have to give you.

You know that.

I know I won't see you again.

Be good.

And may God guide you.

I raised you and I've put you with a good master.

You will learn more than one thing with him.

I hope not too many.

Now, fend for yourself.

Lázaro, come on.

Lázaro, put your ear close
to that stone bull over there.

You'll hear a sound inside it.

Go on.

Can't you hear anything?

Tell me.

No, nothing.

Learn, you fool.

A blind man's servant must be
cleverer than the devil himself.

My mother used to cook for some stable boys.

And by frequenting them, one of them would
come to our house at night and leave in the morning.

...

At first, his dark skin frightened me.

But when I saw that thanks to him,
we ate better, I began to love him.

So your mother gave you
a few more little brothers?

Yes.

She gave me a little dark one.

I remember one day, my stepfather
was with me, and the little one saw me

and my mother's white skin, and his
own dark skin, and ran away screaming.

Mama!

Boogeyman!

How many people in this world run away
from others because they can't see themselves?

We're almost at the next town.

Are we going to stop?

Yes.

And will we have a bite to eat?

Yes.

Go on.

Take this.

This piece is plenty for you.

It's still tender, the one from
the day before yesterday.

I'm missing two pieces!

Give me four!

They're right here, sir.

With this wind, don't you feel cold?

I'm old.

But you?

I just don't want to see you fall into sin.

There's a commandment that
says to give drink to the thirsty.

The river's right there.

There's no better drink.

All the poets sing about it.

Pure, crystal-clear flowing waters.

Trees that are reflected in them.

Green meadow full of fresh shade.

Birds that plant your laments here.

Ivy that travels through the trees,
twisting your path along their green breast.

Seems to me you left the
little jug behind last night.

Good heavens!

I haven't let go of it the whole time.

How did you get the jug from the tile factory?

Go on.

You can come down now.

Help me down, Lázaro, and take me to shelter.

Be careful, master.

Put one foot here.

Here.

How much skill men need
to climb when they are low.

And how much vice to let themselves
be brought down when they are high.

I left the little jug on the cart.

Go and get it.

Yes, sir.

Fancy a drink?

It wouldn't hurt.

Drink it before my boy sees it.

He's dying for it.

You never give him any?

Not a drop.

He'll have to pay me back for the
sips he's snatched through mischief.

Put the jug between your legs
and cover it with your hands.

That way you can drink safely.

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

What's wrong, Lázaro?

I'm shivering, sir.

Are you very cold?

Yes, I'm very cold.

Can I huddle between your legs?

I'll get more warmth from the fire.

Go on, get down.

Just don't come complaining to me later.

The Devil!

What's the matter?

I've barely had two sips, and it's
already thinner than a greyhound.

You're not going to say I'm drinking it?

Don't you have it in your hands?

Go on, go to the tile maker
and ask him for some wood.

You're not going to get between my legs anymore?

Am I bothering you?

No, son.

On the contrary.

I miss you right away.

And with this cold...

Don't you see any stars?

No, master.

Well, you won't be long in seeing them.

I feel it drizzling.

Aren't you getting a single drop?

Yes, I am, a few of them.

Rascal, you should be dropping from that jug!

Sweet and sour jug, eh?

Go on, come here.

Are you bleeding?

Wait.

Wait.

What made you sick now gives you health.

To remind me of the prayers people
ask for, when the one who pays leaves...

pull on my hood.

Do they want me to pray the prayer of
the Just Judge or the one of the souls?

I'll pay you for it.

Just and Divine Judge, wherever you
may go, may you carry the arms of Christ.

Don't take anything.

That's what the dish is for.

Yes, sir.

Do you want me to say the 'prayer for
the walled-up one' or the one of the Count?

Solitary soul who moans and weeps in the
field, have compassion on me in this hour.

Don't pour it into the
sack, it'll turn to vinegar.

Lázaro, today is the day
we're going to have a feast.

Come on, sit me down.

Master.

You'll pluck one and I'll pluck another.

But you won't take more than
one grape at a time, like I do.

Lázaro, you've cheated me.

You've been eating the grapes three at a time.

Why do you say that?

Because I was eating them
two at a time and you kept quiet.

Do you see these, Lázaro?

Well, many want to put them on someone
else's head and nobody wants them on their own.

...

I don't understand.

You will understand.

The day will come when
these will give you a bad meal.

Come on, boy.

Let's leave this nasty food that
chokes you even without eating it.

What are you talking about, old man?

Quiet, boy.

With the tricks you've got, you'll see
you remember what I'm telling you.

Do you have the sausage for me yet?

I hope it's to your liking.

Thank you.

Don't leave them with me.

I'll have to charge you for it.

With prayers?

No.

Not with prayers.

You'll see.

I'll give you a very good herb
concoction for these cases.

Here.

Go get a quarter-pint of wine from the tavern.

Here you are, master.

Huh?

What is this?

Someone swapped my sausage.

You're not going to say it was me?

I just came back from getting the wine.

It had to be you.

No, not me.

I always have to be blamed
for everything, for everything.

I know you.

Come here.

See?

Thief.

Now what do you have to say?

Huh?

What do you say?

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

You rascal!

You're a rascal!

How handsome!

Well, what did he do?

Taking advantage of my misfortune,
he swapped a sausage for a radish.

But he's just a child.

Well, I wouldn't stop if I
told you all his exploits.

Who would believe that in such a small boy?

Come on, forgive him.

Don't you feel sorry for him?

I shouldn't forgive him, but...

Come on, Lázaro.

All is forgiven.

My goodness, what a face.

Wash his face with wine.

You owe more to red wine than to your father.

Because he begot you just once.

But the wine has given you
life a thousand times over.

What path are you taking me down?

I have enough punishment.

I go through the highest mud so
you can go through the driest path.

I'm very much afraid you'll break one eye
just to break two of the man who has none.

...

Go on, go on.

The path is good over here.

You rascal!

Who wants me to say the 'prayer for the solitary soul'?

Who wants me to say the 'prayer for the
solitary soul' or the 'prayer for the walled-up one'?

This water won't stop, and no one is passing by.

If we wanted to go back to the inn...

The stream is wide here,
but over there it's narrow.

And if you want, we could cross it
by jumping with our feet together.

Well, take me, and we'll cross over there.

Get in here, you'll be safer.

The crossing is only six stones away.

Do you know that it's raining wine?

Let's not waste time, take me.

Come on, it's right in front of us.

Come on, faster!

Put me straight and you jump first.

Yes, master, you'll see how
well you can jump over here.

Ah!

Hurry up!

Go on!

Jump as hard as you can!

Just like the long sausage,
you didn't even smell the stone!

Fly!

Fly!

Breath of the fog.

Did the poor boy die already?

Don't say anything to me, I understand your pain.

One gasp.

You're confusing me with someone else.

I'll be the one who dies if no one helps me.

Forgive me, brother.

Forgive me, sir.

I'm alone, don't you know
anyone who could give me work?

Do you know how to serve mass?

Yes, sir.

I learned something good.

Come on in. If you want to
share a roof and bread with me.

May God reward you.

Look, it's no palace.

We sacristans must be frugal
in how we live, and especially...

in how we eat and drink.

If you just straighten up these straw mats a
bit, you'll sleep better than the King of France.

Didn't you hear?

Yes, open the door.

They must have come to tell us the
sick man we gave the holy oil to has died.

It's nothing but the night, sir.

You must have heard what you wanted to hear.

I think it's your stomach that's calling.

It's not calling, it's crying for help.

There's a string of
onions in that little cabinet.

Here, eat.

I'm going to turn in.

If they come, wake me up.

Ah, there are four onions and a piece of bread.

You'll have one portion for four days.

For today, as a treat, eat the last bit.

Lord, help me.

I escaped the thunder
and I've found the lightning.

They're here now.

I'll have to notify the pallbearers.

Don't you know what a funeral is?

Troubles, I tell myself.

Troubles?

For the relatives, for everyone else...

It's a feast!

You ask for many funerals.

And when you're there, do as you see others do.

Oh!

Oh, what a rascal!

What a shame!

Oh!

How awful!

What a shame!

So many bad people!

Oh, over there!

How awful!

Oh, what an appetite!

They're taking him away now, my God!

Come on!

Santa Rita, you see I'm
heading straight for the grave.

This master has more sight than he
should, and I can't blind him like the other one.

Now my only comfort is funerals.

That's why, you will forgive me if last night,
when giving the last rites to that sick man...

I asked that he not get better,
but that you take him from this world.

Why didn't you listen to me?

However, he has promised
me, and I see he's getting away.

Help me, Santa Rita.

Or you, Saint Peter, who has the keys to heaven.

Listen, son, I can repair
cauldrons, pots, and stew pots.

Locks, I'm like a Saint Peter.

Well, there's not a single one
that can resist any of these.

Come on.

What do you want?

I've lost the key to that chest.

And my master is going to punish me.

Why don't you see if one of these works?

I'll pay you for it.

Consider it done, boy.

Hurry, my master might come back.

See?

There you go.

I don't have any money, but
take your payment from there.

Here.

Goodbye, boy.

Thank you.

And close the door.

Bless me!

Santa Rita, blind him.

Lázaro.

What happened?

Someone has been eating from this.

Who could it have been if it was locked?

It must be the mice.

The mice?

Who would have thought it?

I've never heard of mice in this house.

I understand.

They don't usually stay
where there's nothing to eat.

It's because we sacristans must be
frugal with our eating and drinking.

Go, look here.

Well, their little tricks
won't do them any good.

Meanwhile, pour me that
broth the priest gave me.

Now, you damned creatures, go to another
house, because you won't bring me here.

What are you thinking about, eh?

I was thinking about the poor mice.

Now...

what will they live on?

Eat and be successful.

Mice are very clean.

For you... for you the world is a feast.

Santa Rita, ever since my master fixed the
chest, I've been thinking about leaving him...

but I don't dare, for two reasons.

The first is the fear of even worse times.

The other is because if my first master
wanted to starve me to death, and this one

is leading me to the grave, if I fall into
the hands of another who is even worse...

all I have left is to die.

What would I do?

It's a mess.

Why don't you ask the neighbor for
a big piece of cheese for this trap?

Yes, go, go ask her.

Yes, you heard me.

And tonight, it'll happen again.

It eats the cheese and
doesn't get caught in the trap.

If I could just catch it, where
could that thief be hiding?

I don't think it's a mouse.

Could it be some other creature?

Back home, we used to have a snake.

Since it's long, even if the
trap catches it, it gets out.

From now on, I'll put out milk as bait
and sleep with a stick handy so I can...

try and kill it.

I feel sorry for you.

For me?

Why?

Because these little animals have a
habit of getting into beds looking for...

warmth and biting children in their sleep.

God forbid, I'm already scared enough of them.

Aren't you ashamed?

Find yourself a good master.

And where can a man find
smoke if God doesn't create it?

Go where you see smoke coming out.

Where there's smoke, there's a stew cooking.

Heads up!

You got off easy, that was just water.

Looking for a master?

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Well, come along.

You're lucky you ran into me.

Did you say a good prayer today?

Let's go hear Holy Mass, and then we'll go home.

We'll go hear Holy Mass, and then we'll go home.

Watch this video until the end.

And they will not touch you.

Service!

Are my hands clean?

As clean as my stomach, sir.

Wait... you haven't eaten?

No, sir.

It wasn't even ten when I met you.

Well, I had already had lunch and...

when I eat so early, I stay full until night.

So, make do with what you can
until then, we'll have dinner later.

Sir, though I have as big a throat as anyone,
I can go without so easily that I've never...

gotten tired of eating.

That's good. Gluttony is for pigs.

Good, let's refresh our throats.

Come on, cheer up.

Here, tilt your head back and drink.

Sir, I don't drink wine.

It's water.

I have to leave now.

I'll be back around five.

Wait for me and...

tidy the house.

Me!

Me!

God be with you, sir.

Where were you?

I was upstairs by the chamber pot.

Didn't you hear?

I just sent away a bunch of thieves...

who were trying to rob me.

Come here!

And learn to make the bed.

So you can make it from now on.

It's a long way to the market, and
there are a lot of thieves at this hour.

Let's get by however we can, because
being alone, I don't have a pantry.

If it's just for one night, it'll pass quickly.

Besides, you know, he
who eats a lot, lives a little.

Come on, lie down at my feet.

Have you prayed?

No, sir.

Then go, thank God for his divine providence.

But what are you doing?

I'm tossing and turning, sir.

Hunger and sleep are not
friends, they don't get along.

My luck will change soon.

And yours too.

I'm not so poor.

I have a piece of land in my country,
that if it were on a slope in Valladolid...

and not twenty leagues from the same
Valladolid where it is, it would be worth more than...

two hundred thousand *maravedíes*, since
such good and large houses could be made.

On it.

And I have a dovecote, that if it weren't
in ruins like it is, it would give more than...

two hundred pigeons a year.

If I had pigeons.

I came to Toledo thinking I
would find a good position.

But here, even though many gentlemen
beg me, they pay with a worn-out doublet or...

some threadbare cloak.

There's no golden frame
in the world to pay for it.

Do you see it?

Well, I promise to make a ball of
wool disappear in one fell swoop with it.

And I, with my teeth, a
four-pound loaf of bread.

Tell Lázaro to clean the
silver and dust the tapestries.

And after making the beds, go for some wine.

And you, lock the door, but turn the key twice.

So nothing gets stolen from us.

Put it on the latch so I
can get in when I return.

How many of these must there be
who suffer for honor but who for Christ...

would not suffer?

And the apple?

Is it sold?

It smells so fresh!

They're very good.

They just brought them from the field.

You're the neighbor's page, aren't you?

Go.

He's Don Ábalos's servant.

Come in, make yourself at home.

What's your name?

Lázaro de Tormes, at your service.

Here, you must need this.

Can you give me a hand?

It's me, ma'am, it's me.

He makes himself a ball.

Do you want me to recite
the Count's prayer for you?

Lonely soul that groans and cries in
the field, have mercy on me in this hour.

Do you want me to say the
Walled-Up Woman's prayer for you?

Thank you, brother, may God repay you.

I will say the prayer of the
righteous judge for your soul.

Righteous divine judge, wherever
you go, may you carry the arms of Christ,

your enemies will have
ten and will not touch you.

Saint Anthony, may it be multiplied!

There are not many such
well-intentioned weapons.

Do you want this poor blind man
to say the Count's prayer for you?

Lonely soul that groans
and cries in the field...

Heads up!

I waited for you for lunch.

And since you didn't come, I ate.

Where have you been?

Commending myself to the people.

That's a good thing.

It's better to beg for it than to steal it.

Just be careful they don't
know you live with me.

Since I came into this house
I've never had it good, but...

but I promise you that once the month is over...

we will no longer live in it...

even if they give it to me for free.

Listen, Lázaro, you eat with so much gusto that
you make anyone want to eat, even if they don't...

have an appetite.

Those are loaves of bread, aren't they?

Yes, sir.

It's the best dish in the world.

Were they kneaded with clean hands?

Try it.

I'm not disgusted by it.

It tasted so good to me.

As if I hadn't eaten a single bite today.

Be it known that as the year is short
on bread, all poor foreigners must...

leave the city within four days.

Anyone found begging from now on
will be punished with the penalty of...

flogging.

Here, Lázaro.

Go and with this coin buy bread, wine, and meat.

And cheer up.

I've rented another house.

And we'll only stay in this sad,
dark one for the rest of the month.

Come back soon and let's feast like counts.

Oh!

Oh, my God!

What a disaster!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, cruel pain!

What a shame!

Let me go to my uncle.

Oh!

Oh, daughter!

She's leaving us!

What will become of us?

Oh, what a shame!

Where are they taking you?

To the sad, dark house where nobody eats.

They're bringing this dead man to my house?

They're taking him to my house?

It's a trap!

You could have brought it in!

Help!

Help!

Come get the door!

Come!

What's wrong?

They're bringing a dead man to you.

Or a dozen, that's what it
felt like to me from the weight.

I found it up there.

And his widow was screaming.

What a disaster!

Where are they taking you?

To the sad, dark house
where they never eat or drink.

They're bringing him here, sir.

You have reason to think so, Lázaro.

But they are not coming here.

I am my mother's son... I cannot say the
same for my father, of that I have no proof.

Go on, go get something to eat.

And that's what happened to me eight days ago.

But I love him very much, because he is poor
and it's not strange for someone not to have money.

Look!

Look at him!

Why is he picking at his teeth if he
hasn't chewed anything in four days?

I'm leaving now, so he doesn't miss me.

Come tomorrow!

God be with you, Lázaro!

God be with you, son!

Get out of here!

Scoundrels, go to another inn!

And don't bother my lord!

He came yesterday with the king and is resting.

Lázaro.

Today the month ends, and
tomorrow we will leave this house.

But despite everything, I am not happy.

And why did you come here?

I...

You know, I'm from Old
Castile and I came here...

I came here because a neighbor
of mine wouldn't take off his hat.

He wouldn't take it off because
you didn't take yours off first.

No, I took mine off first five times.

But since he only took his off a
couple of times, I... I got fed up.

The stockings.

I may only be a squire, but...

... if I run into a count and he
doesn't take his hat off properly...

Another day I see him coming I'll duck into
a doorway so I... I don't have to greet him.

One day I dishonored an officer
because when I greeted him he said...

May God sustain your mercy.

Idiot!

He said that to me as if I were a nobody.

After that, he would take off
his hat and speak as he should.

And isn't it a good thing to greet a
man by saying may God sustain him?

Be careful.

To those as high as me, they must speak of...

I kiss the hands of your
mercy, at the very least.

That's why I won't suffer anyone from
the king down to say may God sustain me.

That's why God takes so little care to
sustain you if you don't let anyone ask him to.

Go on, open the door.

Come in.

We're in the middle of a move,
and the chief doorman has left.

In God's peace, sir.

What do you see with him?

You already know why we're here.

How much is the rent?

Fifteen *maravedíes*.
(Historical currency.)

The whole month.

A bargain for a house like this.

My father, who is in glory, taught
me not to argue about money.

And yours, ma'am?

For the bed, eight reales.

Come back in fifteen minutes.

I have to get change for a two-real coin.

Sir...

Don't you have... anything to tell me to do?

No.

The sad house is coming to an end, Lázaro.

The house where we didn't eat or drink.

You had other masters, and I think
you owe them more than you owe me.

Because I have given you... so little.

But now that everything is ending, you
should know that I have been good to you.

And I have shared with
you... everything I've had.

Yes, sir.

And I'm well paid.

Well, if he split everything
in two, I got the leftovers.

I wanted you to know that.

And to give you a piece of advice.

It's the only thing I can give you.

And that is, when it comes
to honor, never give an inch.

Because in these times, it is all
the wealth that good men have.

That's enough for this Tuesday, Lázaro.

Time is running out.

And the temple merchants are already here.

You see.

I'm still looking for my fortune.

Someday it will come.

And then, by my ancestors who are in
glory, I will send a carriage to pick you up.

You will be my steward, Lázaro.

We'll build many houses.

And a great palace.

On your land.

With a dovecote.

And everything.

Goodbye, Lázaro.

I kiss your hands.

Didn't I tell you?

He went to get change and ran away with it.

But he didn't have a servant.

We could hog-tie him.

You'll see, he'll sing like a bird.

Because if we go look for a constable...

he'll catch on and take to his heels.

I have to leave today.

Let's continue.

Hit it!

Please, please.

Come on, woman!

Go from there and give me a hand!

Mamma mía!

Push.

Come on, mule!

Turn!

Push!

Pull, mule, pull!

Have faith!

Hit it!

Here I come!

Come on!

Stop!

Giddy up, mule!

Pull, pull now!

Giddy up, grab it from there!

Come on, little Mary!

Pull!

Good, little Mary!

I thought we weren't going to make it out.

What a path, huh?

Well, young man.

Have you behaved?

Where are you going?

Wherever they take me.

What can you do?

Well...

Nothing, sir.

I'm a master at just getting by.

Come on, Abel.

We are traveling players.

And if you come with us,
you'll pick up something.

I'll be happy to.

As long as it's not too much.

Get in.

Giddy up, Bernarda!

Little Mary!

Yes.

I promise, without a doubt.

Ah, Don Ruin.

Come here.

I want to see what you're
capable of before I leave.

Go on, romp on this bed.

You wouldn't be so rude as to enter
the forbidden without permission?

There you are.

I'm not waiting here, as a guarantor, for you
to wake up without pain and for him to be pale.

Goodbye.

So be it.

Leave us.

So, has he stopped in that town?

To my regret.

By saying 'we are Christians, ' he thinks he'll
be saved without spending any of his money.

Then, no seller of papal bulls will show up.

The poor priest has enough
just collecting his tithes.

And he's well-respected for that.

As they say, he's kinder than bread.

But since he goes to Toledo a
lot, the constable runs rampant.

The constable is a true comfort.

And the priest?

He's in the village now.

I wish he was.

My fortune would be different.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Really?

Well, have a good trip, good man.

He's riding a good horse.

San Fernando's horse.

One league on foot, and the other walking.

Go on, Lázaro, put the little spotted pack
saddle that's under the cart on little Mary.

And you, take out the monk's habits.

We'll sell more bulls than
if we gave away free pears.

Good and holy day, Mr. Constable.

Good, sure.

I question the 'holy' part.

The saddle is ready.

Sir.

Wait a minute.

Hey, which is the sacristan's house?

That one right there, the one on the corner.

And the reverend?

He's in Toledo.

What a shame, I came to sell
the bull of the Holy Crusade.

He won't be back anymore.

Too late for my holy mission.

I'm sorry.

I brought a few things for his reverence.

Almond cakes, figs, and some marzipan.

Should we leave a bag or two?

It depends.

But from what I can see,
we'll leave with nothing.

There's no one to give us a hand.

Hurry up, Lázaro, let's go.

Divine providence has willed it this way.

Well, I'm sorry, sir.

We could leave the sacristan some lettuce
and pears that we brought for the reverend.

Come in, your reverence.

It's a poor house, but I won't
allow you to stay at the inn.

Alea iacta est, as Saint Thomas said.

Veni vidi vinci, as someone used to say
on occasions like this, and he advised before

a pitiful naval battle.

Wise advice.

Well, Saint Augustine...

Ah, if he could see the times we live in.

If he were alive...

He would have cast the merchants
from the temple, just as he did in the Indies.

And those who think they can save their
souls without paying their tithes or indulgences.

They'll buy them, won't they?

The what, Father?

What do you mean 'what'?

The indulgences?

Nobody here has gotten their 'gula' yet.

No.

They don't think of our poor captive
brothers who hope to buy their freedom

with only these alms.

It won't be because of me, Father.

The constable! Run!

We'll make a proclamation to
bring the people to the square.

Go with God.

Come in, Constable.

His reverence has just arrived.

With the reverend's permission.

What business brings you?

One that, as you can see, isn't
going well unless you help me.

If it's a good one.

It's about selling indulgences.

I mean, all roads lead to Rome.

The roads are full of sinners.

But it's a good business, from what I can tell.

Will your Paternity discuss it?

Of course.

We will.

And for everything to go perfectly, it would
be good to punctuate and add commas.

No, not too many commas.

Because the offering
could be greatly diminished.

Pozo, get some wine.

Shall we play?

I wouldn't say no.

Nor I. I'll make a third.

To what?

To 21.

Yes, that's it.

After two hands, we'll even up.

Three or more, to split the pot.

Okay.

Deal.

Now you.

He who deals and divides gets the better part.

What does that mean?

That these cards have a certain quality...
I'm the one who doesn't understand.

It's clearer than water.

With an ace first, with 21
envied, the money stays at home.

You're a cheat!

The one who should be quiet always speaks.

Don't you think I know your life
and miracles, your reverence?

There he is.

Minister of the Holy Cross.

It's the wine, don't pay any mind.

I forgive you.

But for God's sake.

What a scoundrel.

And on top of it all, he plays the saint.

Why don't you turn the other cheek?

I see your true colors, you traveling faker.

Have some respect for this robe.

For this sin, I'm going to get you between
these doors. You're as much a priest as I am.

Shut up, you thief!

I'll make sure there's not a piece of you left.

Wait for me.

Fraud!

Fraud!

Fraud!

Scoundrel!

Scoundrel!

Scoundrel!

Scoundrel!

Scoundrel!

What an offense to the Holy Church!

I am sorry for your Paternity.

No, I've already forgotten it.

We must forgive those who trespass against us.

What hurts me is the
insult to my sacred ministry.

There's no respect for anything.

How so?

It's best not to stir it up.

Don't go, stay and sleep here.

Do it. Tomorrow you'll be bald.

Yes, I'll go to bed.

With your permission.

And what is the boy doing?

He knows where he can find a place.

Right?

Lázaro, come back early in the morning.

You see that the indulgences are fake?

What a thing I'm doing.

Shut up now!

Brothers, I have gathered you here as such,
for we are all children of the same faith and

of the same mother, the Holy Church.

Veni, vidi, vinci.

As Saint Augustine said, and wisely
added before navalis that in the pitiful

battle, the four thousand
armed men of Delphi clashed.

And if we are brothers, how can we
ignore the voice of those who, like us, pray

and yet groan under the chains of the infidel?

Huh?

Are there people here without a heart
who, for not giving a little of what divine mercy

has given them.

They're capable of leaving those prisoners
who hope for everything from the Holy Indulgence?

Saint Alexius said it very clearly in
his chronicle of the war of the Gauls.

Ships sailed away from the
dangers of the sea. I came, I saw, uh...

and the temple of Apollo says 'boom,
boom, ' here it comes, and 'boom, I came.' How

can there be souls who do not want to
do this good work and prefer to lose the

indulgences that the indulgence brings with it?

How can they think that?

Good people!

Listen to me for a moment, and
then you'll hear whoever you want.

I came with this guy, this crow-maker. He deceived
me and told me to help him with the business of

selling indulgences, and that we would split
the profits, but seeing the harm it would do to my

conscience, I declare that he is not a cleric and
that the indulgences he preaches are false. And since I

have nothing to do with them, from now
on I'm leaving the staff. So, if he is ever

punished for the falsehood, you are
my witnesses that I am not part of it.

Get out of here!

Get out of there!

This is a scandal!

They're leaving!

They're leaving!

Listen to me!

Brothers!

Listen to me, for charity's sake!

If you want to say anything else, you can tell
me. I am here. I could say much more about

all of his lies, but for now,
that's enough. Saint Crispin!

You see this!

You know how unjustly I have been insulted!

Do nothing for me!

Turn a blind eye, but for the injury done to
the Church and for the damage caused to

the poor prisoners who so need
these indulgences, Saint Crispin!

I ask you, I beg you, make things clear!
Because if any of those who intended to take

these indulgences, believing this man's words,

were to fail to do so, great harm would be done
to themselves and their neighbor. Saint Crispin, I

ask you to perform a miracle! If what
he says is true, make these stones sink,

burying me! But if what I
say is true, Saint Crispin,

then let him be punished! Miracle!

Miracle!

For charity's sake, help me! Forget it, it's
clear his fault, but... Deliver him from evil!

What are you waiting for, you idiot?

Brothers, we must never return evil for
evil. For this reason, pray to Saint Crispin to

forgive this poor man. Lázaro, come here.
Go, bring me water. Listen, don't bring me

holy water. Bring it from the well. Go.

Lázaro, Lázaro, the water.

Bring it to me. You stay here.

Ahhh!

Ouch!

Miracle!

Miracle!

Forgive me. I did it to get revenge on your
Paternity. Yes, and on the advice of the devil,

who is pained that they're
taking the indulgences.

Give me one, give me one, quick!

Me, me!

I want the holy ass!

I got here first!

Me, I want it, me!

Two!

Two for me!

Five for me!

Five for me!

Yes, there's enough for everyone!

I thought we weren't supposed to talk? Well, it
wasn't a bad business despite your punctuality and

commas. Who's out there?

Huh?

Who's there?

Get out of there!

Come on!

I'm going to fix you. Get over here!

What were you doing?

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

Leave him in peace!

Why did you have to stick your nose in this?

That's good. A servant should know
the weaknesses of his master, not just to

keep quiet about them but to cover them up.

Let's go, Lázaro!

Pack up your gear!

You hear that? We have to say
goodbye to the people of the village.

Goodbye, chosen people!

Goodbye!

Lambs of my flock!

Goodbye!

Would it be too much to ask
that you leave us the staff?

I would leave it if it didn't harm my holy
mission, but the miracle will spread and

I will sell more than three
thousand indulgences in one breath.

Well then, take this one of
silver and gold. Get rid of the

other one.

Let this be an example
for you all. The die is cast.

Father!

Don't leave yet. The same way you delivered
the constable from the devil, you can do a lot for

me. Well, not for me, but for a little
brother I have who is so sick that if God

doesn't help him, he's going to die on us! Wait!

He's two leagues from here with my parents.
In a flash, you could go with your horse. God

will do the rest.

You see, I'm not asking for anything for myself,
even though I'm in great need. Rise, my daughter.

I wish you wouldn't make a mistake, but in all
you have said, there is only one thing that is certain.

Your faith. And if with it, light were to
come to your eyes and you could see me, you

would understand that for once, I am
not lying, for I am the most deceitful of all

men you have not seen, and I swear to you
that I am the worst of all those present.

Do not expect anything from me.
God, from whom nothing is hidden, knows

that I am not lying. He alone
can help you. Goodbye, daughter.

Goodbye, daughter.

Goodbye, brothers! I will
always remember you! Goodbye!

Andrés, and the dog?

I'm not Andrés. Your voice
doesn't sound familiar to me.

Who are you?

I'm not from here. I'm just passing
through. Where were you going?

I can guide you. I know how to be a Lázaro.
You are his reverence's servant. Is he coming

home?

Your master is very good. And if he wanted to?

Tell me. Will he come? Why are you quiet?

He doesn't know. He doesn't stop complaining.
You don't have any little brothers, do you?

Or a mother?

Or anyone in the world?

No.

What's wrong?

Tell me?

Are you crying?

Wait, don't go.

Listen.

What gnaws at me the most
is the business of the miracle.

Because of the harm it can do to
truth and religion. I'm afraid of God.

Yes. But you told me this
in the secret of confession.

And even if they killed me, I can
never speak. My lips are sealed.

I know. And that's why, so the truth can be
known outside of the secret of confession,

I am telling you. And now, Father, give
me penance for my sins and wrongdoings.

I repent.

Don't be in a hurry, boy, for getting up
early doesn't make the sun rise any sooner.

Your master is looking for you.

Where have you been?

What's wrong?

Yeah, you're right.

You were a part of the business, too.

Take it.

And go with your master.

I was waiting for you.

Listen, with him, you won't go in
a straight line or a crooked one.

You were born on your feet.

Is that not enough for you?

Well, it won't be because of me.

Take this.

Why is it ringing?

What's happening?

Your master...

Why did he kill him?