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RESTORATION BY

IN CONJUNCTION WITH THE SCUOLA NAZIONALE DI CINEMA,

THE CENTRO SPERIMENTALE DI CINEMATOGRAFIA

and THE ROBERTO ROSSELLINI INSTITUTE

WITH ADDITIONAL CONTRIBUTION FROM THE CITY OF ROME,

THE COUNCIL FOR CULTURAL POLITICS,

ENTERTAINMENT DIVISION,

AND WITH SUPPORT FROM THE COUNCIL OF MINISTERS,

ENTERTAINMENT DIVISION

Restoration Done at STUDIO CINE AND VIDEORECORDING

Technical Advisor MANRICO MASINI

Under the Supervision of VINCENZO VERZINI

Praise be to you, O Lord, and to all your creatures.

Especially Brother Sun,

through whom you light our days.

He is beautiful and radiant and resplendent,

and derives all meaning from you.

THE FLOWERS OF ST. FRANCIS

Praise be to you, O Lord, for Sister Moon and all the stars,

which you cause to shine clear and bright.

Praise be to you, O Lord, for Brother wind,

and for cloudy and clear skies, and all kinds of weather,

which bring sustenance to all your creatures.

Praise be to you, O Lord, for Sister water,

so useful and humble, precious and chaste.

Praise be to you, O Lord, for Brother Fire,

with whom you light up the night

and who is beautiful and playful, robust and strong.

Praise be to you, O Lord, for Sister and Mother Earth,

who sustains, governs and brings forth the various fruits

with their colorful flowers and leaves.

Praise be to you, O Lord, for those who forgive out of love for you,

and who withstand infirmity and tribulation.

Blessed are those who live in peace,

for they will be crowned by you, the Most High.

Praise be to you, O Lord, for our Sister Bodily Death,

from whom no mortal man can escape.

woe to those who die in mortal sin.

Blessed are those who abide by your holy will,

for death shall not harm them.

Praise and bless my Lord.

Give thanks and serve him humbly.

''God chose the foolish things of this world to humiliate the learned,

the weak to humiliate the strong.'' St. Paul

So Francis, to vanquish the world,

made himself contemptible and humble.

He became a child in order to be worthy of the Kingdom of heaven.

The world laughed at him and called him mad,

but Pope Innocent had faith in him

and gave him permission to bring among men

his faith in meekness and poverty.

Here is Francis, returning to Rivotorto from Rome with his companions.

Their hut is occupied, so they retire to St. Mary of the Angels,

whence they will spread the power of their meekness

and their sweet love of peace.

If I were to preach to the people, I would begin thus:

''I've come among you to tell you a secret that will make you rejoice.

I will teach you what you must do to find true peace.''

- Joy. - Exactly.

Because joy, like true peace, begets ardent desire in the human heart.

If I were to preach,

I'd speak to men of glory.

Did he not say we must find in ourselves the spirit of the perfect knight?

He was referring to the ardent love

with which we should preach God's word.

My brother, ardor springs from a heart

steeped in the joy of which Brother Ruffino just spoke.

I say all Christians should aspire to do battle.

Especially when the battle is followed by possession of the desired object.

You mean the battle for virtue?

The joy I referred to is that felt by the soul

when it tames the passions that tormented it.

Don't you remember? We lived in a state of perfect calm.

In those clear, starry nights,

dreams enchanted our youth.

But his conversion broke that spell that could have been our ruin.

Now, with the blessing of his Holiness the Pope,

we should spread the knowledge of this new divine reality.

The joy which we possess today, Brother Pietro,

is the result of this struggle divine goodness has inspired within us.

Brother Bernardo, why do you not explain in your own sweet way

how creatures are to attain

such peace of the spirit?

Would you follow Christ in poverty and humility as he has done?

- Welcome, joy! - O comforting glory!

May all find sweetness in the struggle for it!

May all men rediscover love's joy!

- Careful, brother. Are you thirsty? - Help him.

But why you? Why you, I say!

Why you? - What do you mean?

Why, Francis, does the world follow you?

Every man wants to see you, hear you, obey you.

You are neither handsome, nor great, nor noble.

Because God found no more humble creature on earth.

Because he saw among sinners no one more vile than me.

So that men would see that every virtue and good comes from Him.

Glory be to God forever.

And that's why I follow you too, Francis.

- Go in. - We can't.

Our hut is occupied.

Come, a little chivalry won't hurt you.

Good evening.

- What do you want? - Brother, we must rest a while.

Bring the donkey back in here. I'll give you rest!

But we built this hut with our own hands.

- Well, I need it now! - We'll make room as best we can.

Get out!

- But that's not charitable. - Nor civil.

Out, out! Enough yammering!

I'll show you, if you keep bothering me.

Out, vile thieves!

I'm talking to you! Move!

Matteo, Bernardo, Leone,

lambs of the good Lord, come.

- Where will we go now? - I know where to go.

- What will we do? - It's cold!

Don't you see that our hearts have reason to rejoice?

It's the first time providence has made us useful to others.

Father, what's upsetting you?

May God forgive me for taking advantage of your obedience.

Bernardo, come here.

I command you to do what I ask in holy obedience.

I'm prepared to obey, if you promise to do what I ask of you.

- I'll do as you wish. - Tell me, Father, what you wish.

I command you to punish me for my arrogance.

As I lay flat on the ground,

place one foot on my mouth and the other on my neck,

and moving your weight back and forth three times, repeat,

''Lie there, wretch, son of Pietro Bernardone.

Whence this arrogance that imposes on your companions

such severe penance?''

The joy you see on our faces

is the most beautiful answer God can give you.

Now we are truly beginning to love our vocation.

We truly understand that in following you, we follow God.

Thank you, my children.

The Lord is always good to me.

How Brother Ginepro returned naked to St. Mary of the Angels,

where the brothers had finished building their hut.

I can't wait to go preach.

Brother, this work brings you ever closer to God.

Perform the most humble tasks with your own hands,

and you'll know life to the fullest.

Put your heart into each stone, and each stone will make you greater.

Who gave you such a wonderful gift?

- What shall we do with those bells? - Now we need a flock of sheep.

How beautiful!

Who gave that to you?

- A benefactor. - Let's put it on the altar.

Finally we have bells to call us to prayer.

Yet another wonderful surprise awaits you.

We've finished our little house. Do you want to see it?

It's so beautiful!

Come, children.

- It's lovely. - How will we all fit?

- It's too small. - We'll manage.

Brother Ginepro, what happened to you?

The poor thing's shivering.

- Quick, cover him up. - Get a blanket.

This one too.

What happened?

I gave my tunic to a poor man asking for alms.

You mustn't give away your tunic.

Didn't you say we must help the poor?

I command you not to give away your tunic without my permission.

How Giovanni, known as ''the simpleton,'' asked to follow Francis

and began imitating him in word and gesture.

Leone.

I'm coming.

Francis, we're leaving.

Yes, go.

My Father,

help me to form, with the help of my children,

a new and humble people.

May this new age resemble that which witnessed your son's humility on earth.

May mankind live in peace.

In the name of the Lord, go forth in humility and honesty,

praying to God in your hearts, avoiding all vain speech and action.

Let each help the other.

If on the road you meet someone who needs you, set aside all else,

for he who will not bring peace on earth to his fellow man

can hope for little reward from God.

Brothers, beware of wasting the precious gift of time,

nor should any of you appear idle in your brothers' eyes.

I want my brothers to work honestly.

Let none be a burden to the others.

May he who is ignorant of the gospel learn from your example.

Brothers, Ginepro cannot go with you clad as he is.

He'll prepare a nice meal for you.

I will obey.

And we shall bring him a nice tunic of silk from Provence.

Good-bye, brothers. Until tonight.

- We shall bring back joy. - And greetings from the poor.

O Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me bring love.

Where there is discord, let me bring harmony.

Where there is pain, let me bring joy, and where there is despair, hope.

O Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be loved as to love,

and may all on earth learn the secret of your peace,

which is the fruit of justice and brotherly love.

Sing a bit more softly.

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done -

My little brothers, you can praise God so easily

because you're free to fly through the air so pure.

Now allow me some peace in which to sing his praises.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

There's nobody here!

What do you want, brother?

How beautiful you are!

What do you want?

- I want to speak to the leader. - Speak to me. It's the same thing.

I want to stay with Francis.

What will you do with this ox?

I'll give it to the brothers.

Well...

Grandpa's gone mad!

- He's gone senile. - That's our cow.

We can't give it away.

Yes, keep the cow. We don't need it.

I'll look after him. Go.

You can keep the old man!

- Here we're close to Jesus Christ. - Jesus Christ.

- And the Virgin Mary. - The Virgin Mary.

- Do you know how to pray? - Yes. ''Hail Mary...''

See how beautiful it is. Do you like it?

We'll always come here to pray. - To pray, always.

- Do you like them? - They're beautiful.

The flame went out. We'll light it tomorrow.

What are you doing?

Oil is beautiful.

Let us pray.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

- Listen to the wonderful quiet. - Wonderful quiet.

And this is the hut where we'll sleep.

It's very nice. - Nice.

The fire's going out. Ginepro!

The fire.

The fire's so beautiful!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

Why were you stingy with Brother Fire?

I love him because he's beautiful and playful, robust and strong.

God be praised for Brother Sun in the day and Brother Fire at night.

But fire can also do harm.

And why do you want to harm Brother Fire?

- Father, allow me. - No, let go.

Why aren't the others back yet?

- I don't know, but they'll return. - They'll return.

- I want to be like Francis. - But you have a wife and children.

Why did you leave them? Did they harm you?

No, I want to be like Francis.

But with us you'll have to work even harder.

- I want to work. - Your family will be as if dead to you.

You'll have to preach and work among the poor.

Preach, work. Everything.

Wasn't it hard for you to leave your loved ones?

- Everything. - What do you want from Francis?

- I want to be a saint like Francis. - But I'm Francis.

- Here they come! - Let's go.

This is how those who will be your brothers return after a day's work.

- Who's this dear old man? - Our new brother.

What bounty from our Lord!

Here, Ginepro.

Sister Clare gave us this tunic for Brother Ginepro.

She hasn't seen you in a long time and wishes to dine with you.

Will you accommodate her?

- Do you think I should? - Yes, we do.

Then tell Sister Clare that we await her here.

Here, Ginepro. God does not abandon those who serve him.

Why so sad? - We are terrible sinners.

The Lord didn't grant us the consolation of receiving alms.

Never fear. Those who do their duty shall want for nothing.

What our brothers brought belongs to us all.

We have a new brother. - What's his name?

Giovanni's his name.

Of the wonderful meeting between St. Clare and St. Francis

at St. Mary of the Angels.

- What will we do? - Don't worry. There's still time.

Don't break the branches. Just pick the flowers.

- Want to get on my shoulders? - If you'll hold me.

How great is the Lord.

And we thought we had nothing to offer Sister Clare.

Pick lots of them.

- Shall I help you? - Yes, Father.

Quick, let's make a nice carpet of flowers.

Smell their wonderful perfume.

Good children,

let us make our house worthy of a maiden devoted to God.

Now hurry and shave.

Take the basins. - Right away.

- Aren't you going? - I don't need to, Father.

- My turn. - Let's clean you up nice.

You're hurting me.

Gently.

That hurts. Gently.

She's coming.

Am I doing all right?

- Sister Clare is coming. - She is? Really?

Sister Clare is coming!

Sister Clare is coming.

Sister Clare!

There she is.

Good day, Sister Clare.

Come.

So many memories.

This is the chapel in which Sister Clare devoted herself to God.

Beautiful Sister Clare.

Hail Holy Queen, Mary, mother of God.

You were chosen to be a virgin by our heavenly Father,

who consecrated you with his beloved son and Holy Spirit.

In you every grace and virtue finds its fullness.

Hail to her tabernacle, hail to her vestment.

Hail, daughter and handmaid of our heavenly Father,

mother of our beloved Lord Jesus Christ, and spouse of the Holy Spirit.

- He took my cape! - Be quiet.

Be quiet! Brother Ginepro is naked.

But he took my cape!

...for St. Michael the Archangel and all the saints,

his beloved Lord, Jesus Christ,

who abides with the Father and reigns forever. Amen.

My cape!

What have you done?

Didn't Francis command you not to give away your tunic?

Yes, but today I met a poor man who asked for alms.

I had some ricotta, but I couldn't give that to him.

So I said, ''I have nothing to give you but my tunic.

But my Father has ordered me not to give it to anyone.

But if you took it off my back, I wouldn't resist.''

Let's go.

My cape!

Have pity! You saw he was naked. They covered him up.

My blessings!

Take it to a poor brother.

No, you take it.

Let's go.

Last night

I was visited once again by the devil.

But he left empty-handed,

because I have a very simple means of driving him away.

When I feel him drawing near to enter inside me,

I immediately shut the door to my heart

and seek shelter in holy contemplation.

When he knocks on the door, I call out from inside,

''Stay out, evil one.

This inn is occupied and there's no more room.''

So the devil, defeated, leaves not only me but all the area around me.

- My God. - God.

And the people of Assisi saw a fiery red horizon.

They ran to St. Mary of the Angels, thinking there was a fire.

The sky had been set ablaze by the words of FClare and Francis

inflamed with the love of God.

How Brother Ginepro cut off a pig's foot

to give to a sick brother.

I always have to stay home.

That's all right.

Today we also have Brother Amarsebello here, weak from fasting.

I made him this soup. - Soup?

- It will do him good. - Good!

Taste it. Don't you think it smells good?

I doubt he'll be able to eat it, but I'll take it to him anyway.

Brother, I've made you something fit to revive the dead.

Thank you, Brother.

I understand, but in your condition you shouldn't fast.

If our Father Francis were here,

he'd order you to eat it out of holy obedience.

It's not for self-mortification that I refrain from eating.

That's not true. We all know you're always fasting.

I know what would do you good.

A nice boiled leg of chicken,

or a river trout with some roasted sausages,

a fresh egg and some ricotta.

Then what do you want? What can I get you?

A pig's foot would be of enormous comfort.

You'll have it in no time.

He wouldn't eat it,

but he expressed a desire for pigs' feet.

Can you find some?

If only God would help me find a pig who'd offer his foot.

- You'll find one. - Give me the knife.

- It will be as God wishes. - Let us hope in God.

Brother pigs, the Lord has placed you on my path

to help me.

Listen to me.

Brother Pig, listen to me, please.

Most handsome pig, with your succulent foot

would you grant my sick brother's wish?

I promise I won't hurt you.

The Lord will help us in need.

Think, brother, of the few opportunities we have to do good.

Thank you, Lord, for the good that that pig and I will do with this foot.

- I got one! - You got one!

- Listen. He's thanking the Lord too. - Thanking the Lord.

Amarsebello, I got a pig's foot.

- What is it, Brother Ginepro? - Nothing.

What a wonderful smell!

Thieves!

Criminals!

You cut off my pig's foot!

You call this doing good?

Calm down, brother. What happened?

One of your friars cut off my pig's foot.

I'm sorry, but did you see him do it?

If I had, I'd have cracked his head open!

I know who it was. You're up to your tricks again.

And you call yourself a simple friar!

I did a good deed.

Ginepro, why did you commit such a scandalous act?

No, Father, Brother Pig and I have done a good deed.

The pig was happy too. Isn't that true, Giovanni?

I command you to run after that man and beg his forgiveness.

Promise to make it up to him so he'll have no more quarrel with us.

I'm on my way.

And don't be stingy with your penance.

We'll need a lot of hair, won't we?

That would be nice. All for God.

Listen to me.

You too, Brother Swineherd, can rejoice with Brother Pig...

because he granted my sick brother's wish.

Rejoice! Please listen.

We helped a sick brother.

Aren't you glad?

Here, you vagrants. Eat!

Just don't let me see you again or I'll break your skulls open!

I'll break your skull open!

He threw Brother Pig on the ground!

- I told you I appeased him. - O merciful God!

He threw Brother Pig on the ground!

- What shall we do with it? - We could give it to the poor.

It's the right thing to do. - I'll take care of it right away.

How Francis, praying one night in the woods,

met the leper.

My Lord and my all.

My God...

nailed on the cross.

To love you in the company of my brothers.

Nailed on the cross.

My God.

My God!

My Lord and my all!

O great God.

How Brother Ginepro cooked enough food for two weeks,

and Francis, moved by his zeal, gave him permission to preach.

I have an idea.

Now that we have all this food,

shall we cook it all at once?

That way it'll last two weeks.

Or even more. - More.

Then we can go preach too.

Wouldn't you like that? - Sure.

- I hope Francis will be glad too. - Of course.

- And the poor. - Sure.

Where will we find a pot big enough for all this?

Ask the shepherds.

- Good idea. - They'll have one.

I'll find one there with God's help.

May it be to Francis's honor.

Get lots of greens.

Lots of greens.

What are you doing? Not that!

Get more wood.

- What are you doing? - The wood.

Another one.

No, the rest of the greens!

The greens!

Ginepro!

Come quick! The fire's going out!

Hurry!

Come quickly! The fire's going out.

Ginepro's making broth tonight.

Don't let it go out! We have to make the broth!

What are you doing? - I don't want the fire to go out.

Don't put so much wood on the fire! You'll ruin everything!

- I'm going crazy! - No, that's enough!

- I'm going crazy! - That's enough!

Don't put that on. - Why not?

What are you doing?

Beautiful Francis!

What's going on?

I'm cooking two weeks' worth of food. Then we can all go preach.

My God!

This soup will be good for the brain.

There are hens in it that will make our bodies humble.

Free of cares for dinner and supper, we can all go preach.

Ginepro, come here.

I grant you permission to go and preach.

But you must begin each sermon with these words:

''I talk and talk yet accomplish little.''

It's better to preach by example than by words.

How Brother Ginepro was judged on the gallows,

and how his humility vanquished the ferocity of the tyrant Nicolaio.

- Get off, little girl. - I don't want to.

Get on the other end.

Where did you get that thing? - Nicolaio's soldiers left it.

- Who's he? - The tyrant laying siege to Viterbo.

- Since when? - Three months ago.

- Are they still there? - Yes.

This is a good chance. I'll go there right away.

Little girl, come here.

Good-bye. Have fun.

You wanna bet he's going to win again?

No, his nose may bleed easily,

but he's not as full-blooded as I am.

I bet he can't fill the cup.

I say he can!

I say he can't!

I talk and talk, yet accomplish little.

My God, I thank you,

because I finally understand that it's not by words but by example

that souls are won.

- What's going on? - They're playing around.

Something must have happened.

Let's go and see.

- What's going on over there? - What's happening?

They're playing with a beggar.

Bring him here!

Go and get him.

Silence!

Search him.

- An awl and a flint. - Very well.

Club him over the head

and kill him.

Enough! Let me try.

What have you done with this damn armor?

It's wearing out my neck!

Bastards, take this off!

Let me do it.

No! With your poor aim, you nearly chopped off the last one's rump!

- I'll show you. - wait.

Would you kill him without even calling one of their priests?

That's right. Let's call one.

- Who will go? - I will.

Call the man who follows behind us and buries the dead.

Why bother with a priest? He has to die anyway.

Give him some wine instead,

or play some music - he'll die quite nicely either way.

Cute little mouse!

So small, yet so intent on killing our master.

Leave us.

My son,

I've come to offer the consolation of our faith.

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

Tell me:

Who are you?

A sinner.

What sins do you have to confess?

Very many.

- Where are you from? - Assisi.

- What is your name? - Ginepro. Why?

The same Ginepro

who is a companion to Francis, who is as kind as a mother?

And meek as a lamb.

Listen to me, by God!

I know this man. He is a friend to all.

I'm going to speak to Nicolaio.

O lord! O lord!

O Nicolaio!

You're making a serious mistake. You're killing an innocent man.

What are you talking about? Who are you?

Nibbio, pull up my face plate.

Open this thing!

What innocent man?

The man you just condemned.

That slug meant to kill me.

Nibbio, show him the weapons.

No, these are work tools.

With this he lights the fire,

and the awl is for fixing his sandals.

I got word a killer would come from Viterbo in beggar's clothing,

and that I would know him by those tools.

This is a diabolical conspiracy.

I know him.

He's a disciple of a poor man, a friend of the church.

Francis, the son of a rich man.

He gave everything to the poor and lives in the woods with his friends,

as free as a bird.

His followers are many, because he loves the humble.

He who despises the world has a heart full of hatred.

Ergo, he's a venomous being.

I deny your assertion and make a distinction.

Aristotle also says, does he not,

that he who despises the world protects himself from pain, ergo -

I know the world too,

and this is how the poor are.

They preach poverty only to steal and kill.

I've also heard that they refuse everything,

and that they're incapable of harming anyone.

Ergo, bring him back here.

I want to question him myself!

Get back, the rest of you.

Tell me, who are you?

A terrible sinner.

Take my helmet off.

Nibbio, where are you?

Hurry up!

Quick!

Is it true

you would betray us to the men of Viterbo?

I am a terrible traitor and unworthy of all favor.

But did you want to kill me, Nicolaio, with that flint,

and then set fire to the camp?

Me?

I was just -

I'm a terrible sinner.

I'd do far worse than those things you say

if God weren't watching over me.

If this is Ginepro, imagine Francis.

See what truth there is in his words.

Before God we are always more guilty than men could ever say.

First of all, because we're not grateful to God in the slightest.

Secondly, because we have little or no love for our neighbor.

And we would be even more vile and guilty

if God in his mercy didn't assist us.

- I don't understand these words. - Nor do I!

Get this armor off me, now!

Quick!

- But, Nicolaio - - Get out of here.

Take him to my tent. Not you!

Hurry!

Go away.

Sound the rally!

We're lifting the siege!

How Brother Francis and Brother Leone

experienced those things that are perfect happiness.

Leone, my brother, lamb of our Lord,

even were we able to restore sight to the blind,

straighten the limbs of the crippled, banish all demons,

restore hearing to the deaf and speech to the mute,

and bring the dead back to life,

that would not be perfect happiness.

Thief! Thief!

Murderer!

- He's dead. - Did you see that, Brother?

He wanted my gold, but I punished him severely.

Brother, what have you done?

Is a bit of gold worth a man's life?

Take this offering.

May he rest in peace.

Brother Leone, lamb of our good Lord,

even were we able to speak the language of the angels

and know the secrets of the heart,

even that would not constitute perfect happiness.

O Leone, even were we able to predict the future

and know nature's secrets,

even that would not be perfect happiness.

O Brother Leone, even were we to convert the infidels to the faith of Christ,

it would not bring us perfect happiness.

Please, Brother, where does perfect happiness reside?

Look, a house.

Let us go and see if people there wish to praise Jesus with us.

God in his mercy will show us where perfect happiness lies.

who is it?

Would you give us alms, brother?

We're poor friars who wander for the love of people's souls.

Hear us, brother. We'll show you how to serve Jesus Christ.

Serve Jesus Christ with us.

Serve Jesus Christ with us.

Why won't you serve Jesus Christ with us?

I told you scoundrels to get out of here. Stop bothering people!

Brother, give us alms.

Serve Jesus Christ with us.

I'll show you how I serve Jesus Christ!

Get out of here! Thieves! Lazy bums!

Swindlers! Out!

Take that! Get out!

I'll take care of you! Get out!

Get out!

Be gone, you knaves, scoundrels, good-for-nothings!

- We just asked for charity. - I'll show you charity with my club!

I'll beat you as hard as I can, one knot at a time.

You'll feel every knot in my club.

Take that! And that!

- Think of your soul. - Think of your own soul!

And if you want more, just keep bothering people in their homes!

O Brother Leone, lamb of our good Lord,

now that we've borne all this for the love of our blessed Christ,

know that in this resides perfect happiness.

Because above all the gifts Christ bestows on his servants

is that of triumphing over ourselves

and bearing every evil deed and tribulation out of love for him.

In this alone lies perfect happiness.

How Saint Francis left St. Mary of the Angels with his friars

and traveled the world preaching peace.

They're coming, Francis!

FCome, Francis!

They're coming, Francis!

Here they are, Francis.

They're here.

We didn't find many. No one would accept our alms.

They say we're poor.

Come. We're leaving and want to leave you our gardens.

I'm 84 years old. In April I'll be 85.

Many happy returns.

Our little chapel is lovely, isn't it?

Come.

Our oil, bread and nuts.

These are simple things, but we bequeath them to you.

But you must take care of our little chapel,

for we're going out into the world to preach, aren't we?

- I can't go. - Why not?

I can't go with my cape.

You're right. An apostle wears neither cape nor shoes.

You have more than you need. Good for you.

Shall we give it to the poor? - Yes, to the poor.

My cape and shoes to the poor.

- Happy now? - Yes.

- He needs a hood. - Right away.

God bless you, children, and good-bye.

I take only my faith with me. My heart stays here with you.

Good-bye, Brother Nightingale.

Good-bye, Brother Tree, who sheltered us in your shade.

Good-bye, blessed earth.

Good-bye, Brother Birds.

- Good-bye, dear little home. - Good-bye, St. Mary of the Angels.

Peace unto you, brothers.

Peace.

We'll give some to the poor...

and keep some for ourselves.

- Thank you, brothers. - We'll give you what we have.

Here, take my cane as well.

Peace unto you.

Come, Father, come.

May God reward you.

Giovanni, bring the gifts to Father.

Thank you, and God bless you.

- God bless you all. - Peace unto you.

Brothers, I'm left with nothing.

Me too, and I have 1 5 children to support!

Calm down.

Now that we've given you everything, let us go and thank the Lord.

Keep calm, for the love of God.

Father Silvestro, you who are a priest, bless us in God's name.

- Lord, save your servants. - O Lord, we place our trust in you.

- Send us, O Lord, your help from above. - Protect us from the devil.

- Be our salvation. - Against our enemies.

- Lord, show us the way. - And teach us your path.

- May you guide our steps. - In the way of your commandments.

- Good-bye, Sister. God bless you. - Peace.

We're here.

Giovanni, we're waiting for you.

Giovanni's coming.

My children, the time has come to go our separate ways.

From now on, each will travel and preach on his own.

- Father, which way should we go? - The way shown by God.

And how will we know God's will?

I command you, out of holy obedience, to spin around where you stand,

the way children do at play,

and don't stop spinning until you're dizzy.

Aren't you dizzy?

Still not dizzy?

- Are you all right? - Now I'm dizzy.

Come, Giovanni.

My head's spinning!

Amarsebello, which way were you facing when you fell?

Toward Siena, like me.

- And you, Bernardo? - Toward Florence.

- Ginepro? - Toward Arezzo.

- Elia? - Toward Pisa.

- Ruffino? - Toward Spoleto.

- Egidio? - Toward Foligno.

And you, Giovanni, which way were you facing?

That way, where that sparrow hops among the trees.

Then you will follow that sparrow,

as it's surely the path the Lord has shown you.

Now, my children, go forth into the world and preach peace.