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BEHIND CONVENT WALLS

- Who is it? - It's me, Silva.

You should oil this door, Sister. It really needs it.

Could you take care of it when you get a chance, Mr. Silva?

- Sure, Sister. - Thank you.

I never drink herb tea before going to bed.

I have always had low blood pressure.

Well, I must have high blood pressure, because I have nightmares.

- I wake up five or six times a night. - What do you dream about?

- Everything and nothing in particular. - What a terrible mix.

It is exhausting.

Sometimes, I want to jump out the window and run in the fields, far away.

Try not to dream you are jumping out the window overlooking the lake.

- Praise the Lord. - Forever and ever. Amen.

Have mercy, Sister. Let Mr. Silva rest for a while.

No, thanks. I could carry an ox for a whole day...

with its gut and its fat, without feeling tired at all.

Just like our Lord Jesus, who without a thought...

carried the weight of His suffering.

Dear Martina, please try to be more modest in your choice of references.

You can compare me to whomever you'd like, it won't make me a better person.

Why don't you take your glasses off?

A working man is not exposed to temptation.

Our Mother Abbess likes to repeat these holy words.

These words don't lie. Listen to her.

With me you can feel safe, sisters.

Whether my eyes are open or closed, I always have respect for the ladies.

- Sister Clarissa? - Yes, what is it?

Could you give me your hat? I am covered with freckles, it is awful.

God created you this way, you are fine the way you are.

I don't want to be tanned either.

Your skin doesn't tan, Sister. You will always be fair.

My skin is not sensitive to the sun!

- Thank you. - And how about the moon?

I don't know. I never leave my cell at night.

You get room service, is that right?

Quiet! This is too much, Sister Clarissa.

You are going to make me think you are crude.

She can't talk about her skin sensitivity, then!

Even my veins are made of steel.

You don't believe me? They really are.

Look!

I am not stupid enough to slice my own muscles.

Touch them, don't be afraid.

With one blow, I could break the walls of this old building.

Thank you, Sister.

Praise the Lord.

See you tomorrow.

Sister Martina!

A little oil here and here...

and there.

It should be fine now.

- Many thanks. - Help others and God will help you.

Yes, God will protect you, Silva.

Dear God, I am sorry ifl offended you. I abhor my sins.

With the help of Your holy grace, I am resolved to never offend you again...

and repent for my sins. Amen.

Have you gone crazy?

Our Lord Jesus liked to have fun too, when He was young.

That's enough!

I will not let you desecrate this holy instrument.

- Give it to me! - No!

- Give it to me right away! - No!

- Let go, it's an order! - It's my violin.

- Give me this violin right away. - No!

I am telling you to let go.

If you don't give it back to me, I will kill myself.

Quiet!

We will notify your noble parents of your behavior.

I am not afraid of my parents.

Let us enjoy! Enjoy!!!

I am not afraid of anyone. lwill kill myself but I will kill you first!

I am not afraid of anyone. lwill kill myself but I will kill you first!

What happened? It's already over?

The church must be pretty now.

Yes, very pretty. My aunt leads a difficult life.

She has decided to fight evil in whatever form it takes...

but I know she is at the end of her rope.

What happened?

What? You didn't hear that barbaric music?

No, tell me.

Our sisters dared turn our holy church into some sort of... cabaret.

Turn the church into a cabaret? Tell me more!

That's right, a cabaret.

Come in.

Our Mother Abbess is awaiting Sister Clara.

Pardon me, Sister Lucretia.

Your aunt probably needs moral support.

Take your time, I will keep working on the left shoulder.

Who started the dancing?

I do not know, my aunt. I was in the sacristy.

I went over to bring a flower crown for the Virgin Mary.

That is very nice of you, my dear.

Don't be like the others.

You know, religion for me is not an order. It's my will.

It is my desire to be here, and I am saying it truthfully.

God bless you, Sister Clara.

My aunt, ifl may... I have a favor to ask.

I am listening.

There are nights when I cannot go to sleep.

I pray and I meditate.

In these moments, I have an intense desire...

to go down to the church and pray Jesus with all my being...

on my knees, in front of the altar.

My dear aunt, please grant me the permission...

to go pray in our church at any time.

- Permission granted. - Thank you.

You are allowed to go pray at night, my beloved.

You should also ask God to give you His grace so you can sleep.

My God...

I love you with all my intelligence, all my heart.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

I want to give you my soul. I belong to you, Jesus.

I want to love you, my Lord. I want to love you with all my being.

I love you, Lord. Give me the grace of belonging to you forever.

I want to belong to you with all my heart and all my being...

my Lord Jesus.

Who are you?

The name I bear is for me to know, abbess.

Such foolishness!

You will have to face trial. Who is this man?

I confess I have sinned. But the name of my friend will be kept secret.

- It is nobody's business. - Who is this person?

Very well.

If you so insist...

His name is Paolo Montessano de Forli.

I will report you to the Bishop and notify the papal emissary.

You will face public disgrace, with such a trial.

I remain a Frangimani.

It is outrageous for you to behave this way with someone of my class.

The case will be judged in Rome.

Don't you think that taking this to Rome...

will only bring disgrace to your convent and nothing else?

Our convent?

My family is protected by a relative, the Cardinal Frangimani.

He is very influential in the pope's court.

There are cases when even notables have to give up their privileges.

The truth will be known.

My illustrious parents had me take these terrible vows.

I was too young to understand what I was committing to.

They did it so they could enjoy my wealth.

But I presume they have enough tenderness...

to not let a daughter of their race be oppressed.

- That will not cost them anything. - Quiet!

Sisters, you have sworn to be faithful to Christ.

You have set yourselves apart from all the other young girls and women...

by taking vows that engage you to scrupulously lead...

the same life as your spouse Jesus...

and the life of all the Church's saints.

If you let your hair grow back...

if you show your eyebrows...

if you renounce any sign of virtue that you swore to keep...

you are traitors!

It is sacrilegious, it is cheating on your spouse with Satan.

Be cautious.

Satan is roaming amongst you like a fox...

choosing its victims in a henhouse.

Today, it was Sister Lucretia...

tomorrow, you may be the one who will fall prey to his appetite.

If the smallest temptation captures your mind...

get rid of it immediately. Go to confession.

Do not wait for the day of shame.

Sister Lucretia.

You have already repented to Christ...

through the act of contrition during confession.

Now, it is time to repent out loud, right here.

I repent, my Lord.

Forgive me, for I have sinned. I am asking for Your mercy.

I repent, my Lord. Please forgive me for I have sinned.

I am asking for Your mercy, Lord Jesus.

The abbess is becoming more and more of a tyrant.

- It is for our own good. - Sure, but it isn't fun for us.

Very soon, we won't have any freedom at all.

"I am constantly aroused.

Last night, you gave me your body...

and I can still feel your lips on me.

Love me, Amandina. I love you, Giuseppe."

Yes, we know that St John was beheaded.

That is not what I was saying.

Your collation is served, Mother Superior.

Thank you. Sister Martina...

tell Sister Amandina to come see me. - Yes, Mother.

Christ. My Lord Jesus, I'm begging you.

Please allow me, through my love and my desire for you...

to control all desires of the flesh and carnal pleasures.

The spirit can overcome the flesh. Reason rules the mind.

The spirit can overcome the flesh.

Reason rules the mind.

Lift my spirit through Your will.

Be in my heart, in my flesh and in my bones.

"I am giving myself to you. I am Yours entirely, without limits."

Who is that Giuseppe?

I invented him. I wrote these letters.

It is a different handwriting.

I wrote the young man's letters with my right hand...

mine with my left hand.

Show me.

With your left hand.

That's enough.

Go to church and ask God for forgiveness.

Giuseppe, patron saint of pure love...

grant your assistance to a poor sinner.

Could you stop this?

I am celebrating the glory of God.

Could you stop celebrating the glory of God?

Have mercy on us.

- Who is it? - Fiorenta.

You can come in.

Will this do?

No. I would like it to be at least this big.

From the front, not the side. You see?

With big eyes and a moustache. Like this.

Like this? Approximately?

Yes, that could work.

When do you think you can give it to me?

Not before next Saturday.

- Try to get it done before that. - Impossible.

You will have it by tomorrow. I promise.

It's you? Praise the Lord.

Is Sister Amelia ill?

No, she is in good health, thank God.

Today is the anniversary of the day I joined the convent.

It is also my saint day.

That is why I am handling the ritual door service.

Shut up!

I am free now.

You do know that everyone is aware of your affair.

For your honor, you will no doubt have to end it immediately.

Your aunt gave you the mission to convert me.

Either she knows she is powerless...

or she's admitting I am right.

In any case, it is clear that she is afraid...

to report me to his Lordship, the Bishop.

I am much stronger than her.

- Lucretia, that is insulting. - God will be the judge of that.

Once we're dead.

You have never loved, Clara.

If that time comes, one day, you will understand...

why one look from my lover has more power over me...

than the orders of the abbess and any punishment she may inflict.

I am not afraid of anything, anyway.

If l did, I would not be true to my name.

- I am a Frangimani. - And I am a Visconti.

As far as I am concerned, the loyalty I promised our Lord Jesus...

my husband, will remain sacred...

until the day I die. And beyond death.

Helicopterus hippicus catastrophus aurillotamus...

- Have a seat, Father. - Thank you.

Starting tomorrow, Clara and Lucretia will work together...

to embroider your cope, dear abbot.

They will be exempt from all other chores...

so it is ready for your birthday.

That is a royal gift and I am afraid I don't deserve this great honor.

Father. Do you know a man called Paolo Montessano de Forli?

Is he the son of Giovanni Montessano, who died recently?

Yes.

Giovanni Montessano left a will...

in which he bequeathed a large sum of money to his son...

so that he may finish his studies in the Americas.

In the Americas?

Traveling by sea is very dangerous in this season, I hear.

The waters of the Atlantic can be quite hellish.

In Livorno, all travelers go to confession before they leave...

in case something should happen to them.

That way, they will go to heaven.

I want the thigh!

Lord, give me...

Lord, give me moderation...

so that I may not suddenly desire anything...

nor idly be tired of it...

so that I may always be fair...

so that I may want anything that is necessary, and...

Don't ever allow me to be separated from You.

Give me..

Yoga is an expression of oriental thought.

It has nothing to do with our philosophy.

It is no coincidence that Abbot Parraud brought yoga to Europe.

Quiet!

Such insolence!

Sisters, you should be wiser than that.

Please have better conversations.

Give me a fervent contrition,

O my Lord, give me pure intentions...

You gave us Your son as model.

If you wish, I can give you an old book...

that was translated from English to French by Abbot Parraud in 1787.

- Praise the Lord. - See you tomorrow.

- Praise the Lord. - See you tomorrow.

Too high to jump.

Too deep to swim.

Above all, too far.

Mr. Paolo Montessano went to America.

America?

Forever.

Our Father Confessor went with him to Livorno...

in order to be sure that Giovanni Montessands last will...

would be accomplished. - His Father's last will?

That is correct.

The late Giovanni Montessands last will was that his entire fortune...

be used to pay for his son's studies in America.

Because it is the only republic that works well.

That is what his will says.

I am afraid his father had forgotten that studying in America...

lasts a really long time.

What is this?

What is this?

Pietro Cavaloni.

Pietro Cavaloni?

It is his portrait.

Who gave it to you?

- It is not a gift, I bought it. - Where?

The convent, Mother. I bought it from a Sister.

And this?

It is chestnut wood.

You bought it as well?

Or you stole it from the kitchen?

No, it fell at my feet.

It broke a window and fell from the sky...

while I was walking in the hallway.

What about this? What is this for?

This is used to cut and trim wood.

A mirror! Who gave it to you?

It's a personal object I had kept.

What is all this mess for? Show me.

It is an order!

You're doing this in my presence! This is disgusting!

Don't you have any shame?

May You be blessed by the heart, flesh and blood...

my ever so sweet and generous Lord...

in Your infinite kindness and mercy.

My dear Lord, I am bowing down at Your holy feet...

in contrition for offending You so often.

But I am also your humble...

- Praise the Lord. - Praise the Lord.

You are not asleep?

I was doing penance and I kissed Jesus Christ's holy knees.

You knocked, so Christ escaped right away.

A vision, is that right? Go to bed. Immediately.

I love You, Jesus.

I love You with all my intelligence, all my soul...

with all my heart and all my being.

Penetrate me with Your grace.

Come. Come to me, Lord Jesus.

I will love You, Jesus...

with all my soul.

I want to love You with all my being.

Come to me, my Jesus.

You, over there! Stop.

Where are you going?

I am a peddler. I sell pictures.

- What kind of pictures? - Pious pictures.

Really?

I only see the sixth and the ninth cross stations.

Because these are the least popular, among my clientele.

You are a bad salesman.

No, on the contrary. I am very good.

But I can't fight the misconceptions...

that are still suffocating our people.

You should switch jobs, then.

I sometimes consider it.

- Who is it? - Open the door, please.

- Who is it? - Open the door and you will know.

- Who is it? - Your nephew Rodrigo.

How are you, dear uncle?

Don't you recognize me? It's me, Rodrigo.

Look at me, I am your nephew. Rodrigo.

- You don't recognize me? - No, I don't know you.

Look at me!

Does the beard make me look so different?

The beard?

Rodrigo!

Reading the dark writings of Alfieri has made you mad!

One must not play with fire.

Is it possible that you carry a gun?

- Of course not. - Don't say a word. Let me see this.

You little rascal, that's how you trick the police!

Don't tell me. The less I know, the better.

Above all, don't shave your beard.

You will stay far from here. Not too far, but far enough.

I will tell the abbess about you. Her name is Flavia Orsini.

I will ask her to let you study in their library and, of course...

to let you pray within the walls of the convent.

Thank you, uncle.

The abbess and the nuns will be very happy to receive...

these pious images as payment.

Sister Clara, I am Rodrigo Landriani.

- I am the Father Confessor's nephew. - Rodrigo Landriani?

Could you please unlock this door?

I am not allowed to.

I wish to speak to you, Sister Clara.

I wish to see you, be close to you.

Be quiet. You have lost your mind.

You forget the laws of decency and good manners.

Leave, right away.

You must like them blond.

And taller.

They were a little more expensive, but it was worth it.

Look. A big one and a small one.

I don't care. I don't even want to look at this.

I do not want anything at all.

I have one. He is perfect.

He is unique, and I want no other.

Sister Martina.

Our Mother Superior is quick-tempered.

She should take a little opium to relax.

Opium? Never!

She torments us way too much with her daily scolding.

- It is not dangerous. - No.

I know your secret, Sister Martina.

Yours and that of Mr. Silva's.

You are suffering a lot, Martina.

True love is not a sin...

as we are constantly led to believe.

Sister Lucretia.

Silva said he would leave me...

ifl didn't give him money.

He is poor.

Quick!

Go ahead.

The devil's mirror.

Something extraordinary happened to me.

Someone visited me in my cell.

Who? A man? When did he come?

Last night. The king of kings, Jesus Christ.

How did you know?

Did he say His name?

No. He didn't speak, but I recognized Him.

- I know His knees. - His knees?

Yes, His knees.

And His thighs... and His beautiful calves.

- And His feet, His neck... - Lower your voice!

...His chest!

- His stomach, His hips! - That's enough!

And what did you do with him?

He came into my bed...

close to me, very close... against my breasts.

Our legs intertwined.

Intertwined? How is that possible?

No! Describe it with words only.

The way he did it, I felt like I had four legs.

But we didn't sin at all.

Then why are you telling me about this innocent visit?

Because I hate our Mother Superior.

She came into my cell unannounced...

and scared Jesus Christ away with her horrible black cane!

- Our abbess is the antichrist. - Of course not!

- Yes, she is! - You don't mean what you're saying.

Think it over and come back to me next Friday, young one.

Come back to let me know that you repented. Go now.

- Praise the Lord. - Praise the Lord.

I feel him kicking, here.

Pray to the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph.

- Everything is in their hands. - Yes, Mother.

And remember, Sister Benedicta. Never pray out loud...

and never open the window.

- What is this? - Nothing.

What is this?

It's pesticide. We have a lot of insects around here.

Especially at night.

- You're not lying? - No, it's the truth.

I swear.

Our conversations lasted for half a day.

All the sisters agree when it comes to you.

They all think the same thing.

They say you are the devil and the antichrist.

Sister Martina!

My friend Fiorenza is guarding the door today.

It is the anniversary of the day she joined the convent.

She will leave the door open so that Silva can be free to come in.

- He will stay with you all night. - Thank you!

- Who is it? - Your enemy, madam...

to whom the Mother Superior gave permission to do as he pleases...

in this room.

Everything... literally.

Sir, I thank you for this lovely gift. I greatly appreciate it.

Young people today are disappointing.

You are an exception, sir.

You study at the university?

Yes, I study optical science.

Optical? Math, physics...

All those fields of study are so obscure to me.

Obscure? Why? Difficult maybe, but so useful.

Let's take the Holy Trinity, for instance.

I compare it to a candle and a mirror.

The candle is God. The mirror is His son, Jesus Christ.

The Holy Spirit is the ray of light linking the two objects.

Here is how optical science has taught me to think.

Where do you live?

- Not far from here. - What beautiful roses!

And two pious images.

The Way of the Cross. Sixth and ninth stations.

- Where do you live? - Next-door to the Father Confessor...

in a yellow house. The staircase is filled with flowers.

Sister Clara. It's me, Rodrigo.

Praise the Lord!

Can you open the curtain, please?

I am not allowed to.

Your aunt, the abbess, would most certainly not be opposed to it.

What do you have to say?

I beg you to come closer.

It is not easy to talk to you through this thick cloth.

Please, open the curtain.

- Clara! - No!

- I love you, Clara. - No!

Nuns are even more fragile than children.

They need constant care.

- Sister Martina? - What is it?

- Are you pretending you didn't hear? - No, I heard very clearly.

Gossip!

We weren't even talking about you.

I think Mr. Silva would enjoy a nice warm cup of chocolate.

His work is exhausting.

Compared to him, we are lazy.

I also think that chocolate is invigorating.

I am sure of it.

- What is wrong, Sister Clara? - Nothing, it's the wind.

Holy Mary, mother of God. Virgin Mary, have mercy on me.

Forgive my sins. Forgive me.

Help me, Holy Mary.

Holy mother of God.

His wounds!

- Praise the Lord. - Beautiful coal!

- Isn't it a beautiful day? - Yes.

- How are you, Sister Amelia? - Well, thanks to God.

Good Lord, you are bleeding!

My wounds are but the pale reflection...

of the much deeper wounds on the hands of our Lord Jesus Christ...

on the cross.

And I have adored my beautiful body too much until now.

As of now, it will be the most hated thing in the world.

If I ever do commit another capital sin...

it will only be in view of a more severe punishment.

O Jesus, allow me to fall even lower...

so that Your punishment may be even more ruthless.

Mother, you will be in charge of gathering the 10,000 liras.

Every family will contribute, and the roof will be renovated.

What about the iron bars on the windows overlooking the lake, Mother?

You know that wrought iron is unfortunately very expensive--

- Who is it? - It's me, Sister Amelia.

Mother! Sister Veronica's hands are bleeding.

I don't believe in miracles.

Well, miracles are very rare, these days.

But I saw her blood with my own two eyes.

Calm down, Sister. Calm down.

Tell me where, who and when.

Stand up, Sister. Stand up!

Give me an explanation. l am listening.

I was chosen by our Lord Jesus.

What happened, exactly?

I touched the face of the holy mother of God...

while I was talking about her son.

She replied with the blood that you see here.

There is blood, indeed.

Blood never lies.

We are living extraordinary times, Mother Superior.

So according to you, Sister Veronica is telling the truth?

The truth indeed. Besides, she is telling the future.

Since the dawn of time...

stigmata have been forewarnings of a radical change.

Stigmata appearing with a vision...

are warning us of a deep, immediate change.

Go get the Father Confessor.

Tell him to confess this poor creature and let me know what comes of it.

Yes, Mother Superior.

With such sweetness...

infinite kindness and mercy...

I am bowing down at Your feet...

shameful for offending You so often.

Christ, my sweet Jesus...

it is You I am praying to.

- Who is it? - I came to warn you.

It is for your own safety.

Good Heavens! Clara?

What are you doing here? What is going on?

How did you open the door?

Opening the door of a convent is sacrilegious.

- Rodrigo... - No, that would be a horrible crime!

I will leave tomorrow. What a shame!

- Leave, now! - Rodrigo...

I will take you back to the convent.

You cannot stay here.

No! I will take you back right away.

- Clara... - No!

Tell me where your cell is.

Upstairs.

I will walk you up the stairs and leave right away.

I love You, my Lord.

With all my being, all my heart,

I am Yours for eternity.

May Your grace give me the light...

may Your grace penetrate me.

Come to me...

come to me, Lord.

Come, Rodrigo.

I will love you.

I will love only you...

with all my heart and soul.

I am yours.

I want to love you with my whole being. Come...

come, Rodrigo. Come...

Rodrigo...

I love you! I love you, Rodrigo!

I love you, Rodrigo!

I will love only you.

I belong to you forever, Rodrigo.

With all my being, all my heart... I want to belong to you.

Rodrigo...

I am dying, poisoned...

for trying to stop my nuns...

from plotting with the souls of the outside world.

Besides, I am positive that last night...

our confinement was violated.

Mother Abbess!

Jesus, Joseph, Mary...

help me in my agony.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Take this, slut.

I'll teach you good manners. Do you love me? Say it!

The abbess is dead!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

Death has entered the convent! Death has entered the convent!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

She is dead!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

She is dead! The abbess is dead!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

Our Mother Abbess is dead!

Here he is! Catch him!

- He is a thief. - I didn't do anything.

Leave me alone!

Don't let him get away.

It's him! He sold the cross on the market.

- Murderer! - No, I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything! No! Leave me!

Why did you open the door?

The door? I didn't open it. I swear.

- Who opened it, then? - I have no idea.

I fell asleep for five minutes, at the most.

- I don't know anything! - Five minutes, right.

What time did Silva enter the convent?

It didn't take long. Only a few minutes.

Sister. I am not asking how long your coitus lasted.

My Lord, forgive me for being forced to talk about these things.

At what time was the door found open?

I don't know.

That's enough.

Hurry now, and tell me the truth.

Right now, do you understand? Who opened the door?

- Answer me. - Fine, I will tell you the truth.

Clara! Clara opened the door to her lover.

It was her.

Clara? Clara Visconti?

So, she also...

...has a lover. Dear God.

And who is it?

Rodrigo Landriani, your nephew.

You are lying.

No. lt is the truth.

Do you recognize this button?

Mr. Rodrigo lost it while he was walking up the stairs.

My God...This is horrible.

The worst of the worst.

Hang her! Take her away!

Take her to her cell and lock her up.

Come now, go back to your activities.

A black sheep hidden amongst you, pure creatures.

How shameful. Go on, pray for her.

- Listen, Father. - What are you doing here?

Go away.

I know who opened the door.

- Who? - I saw him.

- He was as clear as light. - Who?

Jesus-Christ.

Go now.

It is this one. Go in.

- Who is it? - It's me, Father Confessor.

Come in.

Praise the Lord.

Well, Father Confessor. l am listening.

Have no fear, Father. You can speak. Well?

My child, you are above all suspicion. I respect your devotion.

Your late aunt Flavia Orsini always considered you to be...

a model of virtue, and now, a shameless liar is telling stories...

What is she saying?

She is a poor creature, a low-class girl who cannot measure up to you.

Without a doubt, a madwoman who does not know what she is saying.

And what is she saying? Go on.

A convert who managed to gain the sympathy of our late Abbess...

Martina dares to soil your sanctity.

She says you allowed a man to enter the convent.

But for her lies, I had her locked up...

and she will have to face the Bishop tomorrow.

- The Bishop, did you say? - The Bishop himself, yes.

She said the truth.

Yes, I spent the night with the man I love.

The man who loves me.

But I didn't open that door.

I found it that way. It was already open.

Pardon me, madam.

Sister Clara. You dared let a man enter the convent?

You? When you were our only hope?

Who is it?

Who is that man?

Rodrigo Landriani.

What?

- Rodrigo Landriani. - No!

Your young protégé.

Yes, your nephew... my husband!

Rodrigo! My husband!

- No! - Rodrigo, my lover!

My God... You forgave Mary Magdalene for her sins...

may You heal this tormented mind. Please, Jesus.

- I am ready to pay for it. - Our Lord, Our Savior.

You have witnessed what is going on here, right now.

Forgive her. Listen to my prayer.

Go ahead and pray. Well done!

Tomorrow...

the Bishop will be here and will determine your fate, Sister Clara.

Tomorrow? And why not today?

I am ready.

Lust, thievery, murder. How shameful for our country!

A country as beautiful as paradise.

Justice must be blind to appearance and ornaments.

- Remember this. - Your Eminence...

Appearance is the opposite of truth...

and therefore only tricks fools and fanatics.

Exactly. So, a diamond cross held by a low-class individual...

doesn't prove that the man is a villain.

- Please, be quiet, sir. - Pardon me, Your Eminence.

Even here, the walls have ears.

Please never forget that.

Take this away.

We sinners beg for your forgiveness.

Two quills...

black ink for Clara Visconti...

and brown ink for the convert Sister.

- Here. - Thank you.

You stay here. You come with me.

Father Abbot!

- What is it? - Come see for yourself, please.

Both witnesses were murdered.

The villain is hiding amongst the living.

Death is in the convent!

Death is in the convent!

Death!

No! Let's go that way.

Sister Clara! Martina!

That's enough. To the church.

Do not touch them. Do not touch them!

Go back to the church. Go on!

Don't touch them! Don't stay here.

Leave the officers alone. Let us carry them in the library.

Go on, take them away.

Go on!

Sister Clara. Speak.

Clara Visconti, you have never lied...

tell me what happened.

Wake up, my child.

Wake up. Who opened the door?

Tell me who opened the door.

Who opened that door?

Speak!

She is dead!

Dead!

She is dead!

Close all the doors, do you hear me?

Nobody must come here and above all...

leave the victims alone under no circumstances.

Will you stop this?

For the love of God.

Do you want disgrace to fall on this convent?

Aren't you ashamed?

Will you stop?

I am ringing the truth.

Leave me!

- Satan! - What are you doing?

I swear on my patron Saint Veronica!

It is the truth.

He is the traitor, the enemy of God.

No! Leave me!

He crucified Jesus Christ!

Seize him, officers! He is Satan!

Satan!

Almighty God, forgive us.

Forgive all the servants of this church for their sins.

Forgive us.

We promise to put all our means...

all the resources of our intelligence...

all our zeal and all our will...

so that nobody shall ever know...

what happened within the walls of this convent, so close to our hearts...

So that nothing will ever transpire into the outside world. Amen.