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BEHIND THE CONVENT WALLS

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

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

Can you take care of it
when you get a chance, Silva?

- Sure, Sister.
- Thank you.

I never drink herb tea before bed.

I've 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's exhausting.

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

Try not to dream you're jumping
out the window overlooking the lake!

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

Have mercy, Sister.
Let 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 whoever you 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.

The 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'm covered with freckles, it's awful.

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

I don't want to be suntanned either.

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

My skin isn't sensitive to the sun!

- Thank you!
- How about the moon?

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

Oh, you get room service, right?

Quiet!
This is too much, Sister Clarissa.

I'm beginning to think
you're rather vulgar.

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'm not stupid enough
to slice through 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.
- Praise the Lord!

See you tomorrow.

Sister Martina!

It just needs a little oil
here and here…

And there.
It should be fine now.

- Oh, many thanks, Silva.
- Help others and God will help you.

May God protect you, Silva!

Dear God, I am sorry if I 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 mad?

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

Enough!

I will not let you desecrate
this holy instrument!

- Give it to me!
- No! It's my violin!

- Give it to me now!
- 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'm not afraid of my parents.
- Just let us enjoy it!

I'm not afraid of anyone!

I will kill myself,
but I will kill you first!

I'm not afraid of anyone!

I will kill myself,
but I will kill you first!

What happened? Is it over already?

The church must look pretty now.

Very pretty.
My poor aunt leads a difficult life.

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

but I know she's at the end of her tether.

What happened?

What? Didn't you hear
that barbaric music?

No, tell me.

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

Turn it into a cabaret?
Tell me more!

That's right, a cabaret.

Come in!

Our Mother Abbess is awaiting
Sister Clara.

Oh, pardon me, Sister Lucretia.

Your aunt probably needs
some moral support.

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

Who started the dancing?

I do not know, Aunt.
I was in the sacristy at the time.

I was taking a flower crown
for the Virgin Mary.

That's very nice of you, my dear.

Don't be like the others.

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

It is my desire to be here.

And I'm saying that truthfully.

God bless you, Sister Clara.

Aunt, if I may…
I have a favour to ask.

I'm listening.

There are nights… when I cannot sleep.

I pray and I meditate.

In these moments, I have an intense desire
to go to the church

and pray to Jesus with all my being,
in front of the altar.

My dear aunt,
please grant me permission

to go and pray in our church
at any time.

- Permission granted.
- Thank you.

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

You should also ask God to grant you
his grace so you can sleep.

My Lord, 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.

Who is this person?

Very well, if you 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's outrageous for you to behave this way
towards 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?

Our convent?

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

He's very influential in the pope's court.

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

The truth will be known.

My illustrious parents forced me
to take these terrible vows.

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

Just so they could enjoy my wealth.

But I presume
they have enough tenderness

to not let their daughter be oppressed.

- That won't 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 diligent.

Satan roams 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
captivates your mind,

get rid of it immediately,
and 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 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 of a tyrant.

- It's for our own good.
- But it's no 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.

No, that's not what I was saying…

- Your collation is served, Mother Superior.
- Thank you.

Sister Martina, tell Sister Amandina
to come and 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 overcomes the flesh,
reason rules the mind.

The spirit overcomes 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 this Giuseppe?
- I invented him. I wrote these letters.

It's 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.

Stop! Could you stop?

I am celebrating the glory of God.

Could you stop celebrating
the glory of God?

Have mercy on us.

- Who is it?
- Fiorenta.

Come in!

- Will this do?
- No. I want it at least this big.

From the front, not the side.

With big eyes and a moustache.
Like this.

Like this?

Yes, like that.
When do you think I can have it?

Not before next Saturday.

- No! Not before then?
- Impossible.

- By tomorrow.
- Thanks.

- Ah, it's you. Praise the Lord.
- Praise the Lord.

- Is Sister Amelia ill?
- No, she's in good health, thank God.

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

It's also my saint's day.
That is why I'm handling the door…

Shut up!

I'm 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's powerless,
or she's admitting that I am right.

In any case, it's clear that she's afraid
to report me to his Lordship, the Bishop.

I am much stronger than her.

- Lucretia, that's 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 afraid of nothing. If I were,
I would not be true to my name.

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

As far as I'm concerned,
the loyalty I promised our Lord Jesus…

… my spouse…

… 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.

They will be exempt from all other chores
so it's ready for your birthday.

It's a royal gift, and I'm afraid
I don't deserve this great honor.

Father, do you know a man
called Paolo Montessano de Forli?

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,
so, that way, they'll go to heaven.

I want a thigh!

Lord, give me…

Lord, grant 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 only that
which is necessary…

Don't ever allow me
to be separated from you…

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.

Silence!
Such insolence!

Sisters, you should be wiser than that.

Please have more uplifting conversations.

Grant me, Lord, a fervent contrition,
pure intentions…

You gave us your son
as our model.

If you wish, I can give you a book

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

Praise the Lord.
Till tomorrow.

Praise the Lord.
Till tomorrow.

Too high to jump!

Too deep to swim.

Above all, too far.

Paolo Montessano went to America.

- America?
- Forever.

Our Father Confessor
went with him to Livorno,

to be sure that Giovanni Montessano's
last will would be implemented.

- His father's last will?
- That is correct.

The late Giovanni Montessano's last will
stated 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's what his will says.

I'm afraid his father had forgotten
that studying in America

lasts a very long time.

What is this?

- What is this?
- Pietro Cavaloni.

- Pietro Cavaloni?
- It's his portrait.

Who gave it to you?

- I bought it.
- Where?

I bought it from a Sister.

- And this?
- It's chestnut wood.

You bought this as well?
Or you stole it from the kitchen?

No, it fell at my feet.

It fell from the sky and broke a window
while I was walking in the hallway.

What about this?
What's this for?

This is used to cut and trim wood.

A mirror!
Who gave it to you?

It's a personal object I'd kept.

What's all this for?
Show me.

Now! Show me!

In my presence?
Do you have no 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 bow down
at your holy feet,

in contrition
for offending you so often.

But I am also…

- Praise the Lord.
- Praise the Lord.

You're not asleep?

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

You knocked,
so Christ escaped right away.

A vision?
Get 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. Come to me, my Jesus. Come.

You over there, stop!

- Where are you going?
- I am a peddler of pictures.

- What kind of pictures?
- Pious pictures.

Oh, yes?

I only see the Sixth and the Ninth
Stations of the Cross.

Because they are the least popular
among my clientele.

You must be a bad salesman.

No, on the contrary.
I'm very good.

But I can't fight the misconceptions
that still suffocate 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'll find out!

- Who… Who is it?
- Your nephew Rodrigo.

Uncle, how are you?

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

Look at me!
I'm your nephew, Rodrigo.

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

Look at me! Does the beard
make me look so different?

The beard?

Oh, Rodrigo, Rodrigo!

Reading the dark writings of Alfieri
has sent you mad!

One must not play with fire.

Hey, are you possibly carrying a gun?

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

Well done, well done!
So, that's how you trick the police, eh?

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

- Don't shave your beard.
- No…

No. You must stay far from here.
Not too far, but far enough.

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

I'll ask her to let you study
in their library,

and let you pray within the walls
of the convent.

Thank you, Uncle.

The Nuns will be very happy to receive
these pious images as payment.

Sister Clara, I am Rodrigo Landriani,
the Father Confessor's nephew.

- Praise the Lord.
- Could you please unlock this door?

I'm not allowed to.

I wish to speak to you.

I wish to see you, be close to you.

You've 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 worth it. See?

- A big one and a small one.
- I don't even want to look at this!

I don't want anything at all!

See, I have the perfect one.

He's unique, and I want no other.

Sister Martina.

Our Mother Superior is so irascible.
She should take a little opium to relax.

Opium? Never.

She torments us way too much
with her daily scoldings.

- It's not dangerous.
- No!

I know your secret, Sister Martina.

Yours and that of Silva's.

You are suffering so much, Martina.

True love is not a sin,
as we are constantly led to believe.

Sister Lucretia,
Silva said he would leave me

if I didn't give him money.

He is poor.

Thank you.

Quickly!

Go ahead.

The devil's mirror!

Something extraordinary happened to me.
Someone visited me in my cell.

Who? A man? When?

Last night.
The king of kings, Jesus Christ.

And how did you know?
Did he say his name?

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

- I know his knees.
- His knees?

His knees.

And his thighs,
and his beautiful calves.

- And his feet, his neck…
- Lower your voice!

- And his chest, his stomach, his hips!
- That's enough. 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, no, no!
Describe it in words!

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.
- No, no, no…

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

Think it over and come back to me
next Friday, eh?

Come back and let me know
that you have 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's this?
- Nothing.

- What is this?
- It's pesticide.

We have lots of insects here,
especially at night.

- You're 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! Sister Martina!

My friend Fiorenza
is guarding the door today.

It's the anniversary of the day
she joined the convent.

She will leave the door open
so Silva is free to come in.

He can stay with you… all night.

Thank you!

- Who's there?
- Your enemy, madam.

To whom the Mother Superior gave permission
to do as he pleases in this room.

Literally anything!

Help!

Thank you for this lovely gift, sir.

Young people today are a disappointment.
You are an exception, though, sir.

- You study at the university?
- Yes, I study optical science.

Optical? Math, physics…
All so obscure to me.

No. Obscure? No.
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.

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

This is how optical science
has taught me to think.

- Where do you live?
- Not far from here.

Oh, what beautiful roses!

And two pious images.

Yes, the Sixth and Ninth
Stations of the Cross.

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

It's a yellow house,
with a staircase filled with flowers.

Sister Clara, it's me, Rodrigo!

Praise the Lord!

Can you open the curtain, please?

I'm not allowed to!

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

- What do you have to say to me?
- I beg you to come closer.

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

Please, open the curtain.

Clara!

- I love you, Clara. I love you!
- 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.

- It's gossip.
- Oh! We weren't even talking about you.

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

His work must be exhausting.

Compared to him, we're lazy.

I also think that chocolate is
very invigorating. I'm sure of it.

- What's wrong?
- 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.

His wounds…

His wounds!

- Praise the Lord.
- What beautiful coal!

- Beautiful day, eh?
- Oh, yes.

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

Good Lord, you're bleeding!

My wounds are but a 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 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 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! 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. Calm down, Sister.
Tell me where, who and when.

Stand up, Sister! Stand up!

Explain yourself.
I'm listening.

I was chosen by our Lord.

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.

- Blood.
- Blood never lies.

We are living in extraordinary times,
Mother Superior.

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

The truth indeed.
Besides, she's foretelling the future.

Since the dawn of time, the stigmata have
been forewarnings of a radical change.

When the stigmata appear with a vision,

it is a warning to us
of a deep, immediate change.

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 bow down at your feet…

… shameful for offending you so often.

Christ, my sweet Jesus…
it is you I am praying to.

- Who's there?
- I came to warn you! For your own safety!

Good Heavens! Clara?

What are you doing here?
What's going on?

How did you open the door?

Opening the door of a convent
is sacrilegious!

- Rodrigo…
- No, that would be a terrible crime!

- I will leave tomorrow. Go now!
- Rodrigo!

I shall take you back to the convent.
You cannot stay here.

- No, I'll take you back right away.
- No!

Clara…

Where's your cell?

Upstairs.

I'll walk you up the stairs
and leave right away.

I love you, my Lord.

With all my being…

… with all my heart…

… for eternity.

May your grace give me the light,
may your grace penetrate me.

Come to me…

Come to me, Lord.

Come, Rodrigo, come.

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'm positive that last night,

our confinement was violated.

Mother Abbess!

Jesus, Joseph, Mary…

… help me…

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Take that, you slut.
I'll teach you good manners.

- Do you love me? Say it!
- I love you!

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!

- She is dead! The Abbess is dead!
- Open up!

Mother Abbess is dead!
Our Mother Abbess is dead!

There he is! Catch him!

- He's a thief!
- I didn't do anything! Leave me alone!

Don't let him get away.

It's him!
He sold the cross at 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, eh?

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?

Fine, I'll tell you the truth. Clara!
Clara opened the door to her lover.

Clara? Clara Visconti?

So, she also has a lover.
Dear God.

And who is it?

Rodrigo Landriani, your nephew.

That's not true. You're lying.

No. It's the truth.

Do you recognize this button?

Rodrigo lost it while
he was walking up the stairs.

My God… This is terrible.

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, 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, go.

- It's this one.
- Get in.

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

Come in.

Praise the Lord.

Well, I'm listening.

You can speak. Well?

My child, you are above all suspicion.

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's a poor creature, a low-class girl
who cannot measure up to you.

Without a doubt, a madwoman
who doesn't 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.

For her lies, I had her locked up,

and she will face the Bishop tomorrow.

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

She spoke the truth.

I spent the night with the man I love,
and the man who loves me.

But I didn't open that door.

I found it that way, already open.

Pardon me, madam.

Sister Clara, you dared to let a man
enter the convent?

You? When you were our only hope?

Who is it? Who is that man?

Rodrigo Landriani.

- Who?
- Rodrigo Landriani.

- No!
- Your young protégé.

Yes, my husband!

Rodrigo! My husband!

- No!
- It's the truth! The truth!

My Lord, you forgave
Mary Magdalene for her sins.

May you heal this tormented mind.
Please, Jesus.

- I'm ready to pay for it!
- Our Lord, Our Savior…

You have witnessed what is happening.
Forgive her…

Yes, go ahead and pray!
Well done!

Tomorrow, the Bishop will be here
to 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.

- Your Eminence…
- Remember this.

Appearance is the opposite of truth,

and therefore only tricks
fools and fanatics.

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

doesn't prove that the man is a villain.

- Be quiet, sir, please!
- Pardon me, Your Eminence.

Even here, the walls have ears.
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,
and you come with me.

Father Confessor!

- What is it?
- Come and see.

Both witnesses have been 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! Sister Martina!

That's enough. To the church!

Do not touch them!
To the church!

Go back to the church. Go on!

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

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

Go on, take them away!
Go on!

Speak, Sister.

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's dead!

She's dead!

She is dead!

Close all the doors, do you hear me?

Do not leave the victims alone
under any circumstances!

Will you stop that,
for the love of God?

Do you want disgrace
to fall on this convent?

Aren't you ashamed?

Will you stop that?

I am ringing the truth!
Let go of me! Let go!

- No, Satan!
- What are you doing?

I swear on my patron Saint Veronica!
It's the truth!

He is the traitor, the enemy of God!

No! Let go of me!

He crucified Jesus Christ!

He is Satan!
Seize him, officers!

Satan!

Almighty God, forgive us.

Forgive all the servants
of this church for their sins.

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 these walls,

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

NO ONE WAS PUNISHED

AND THE AFFAIR WAS SILENCED.