Camila Page #3

Love each other very much.

Very, very much.

I'll only have these two empty beds.

Marry Ignacio.

What are you waiting for?

Someone else to get him?

You're so dumb, Camila.

You'll miss the best catch

in Buenos Aires.

I want something else, Clara.

I want someone different.

Someone...

...who I can feel proud of.

Yes.

Proud, someone I can...

Go out on the streets,

shout his name and say...

"This is my husband".

And shout it out loud!

What a dumb.

Father Ladislao...

Father Ladislao...

Yes, my child.

I hear you, Camila.

I'm dead in love, Father.

That's not a sin.

It's natural at your age.

I love him with all my heart.

I'd do anything for him.

You should think about

getting married then, child.

He can't be married.

And I'm not your child.

What are you saying, Camila?

Can't you see

who I'm talking about?

Why won't you understand?

Camila, I don't want to listen.

- Please, Father.

- This is the House of God.

Please.

- What's wrong, Rita?

- Mrs. Camila... grandma's dead.

My God, oh, my God...

Where's Father Gutierrez?

Wasn't he coming?

No, he's ill and has a fever.

Hail Mary, mother of God...

- Good morning, Father Felix.

- Good morning, my son.

Ladislao...

This letter was left for you

while you were at mass.

When I hear the bells ring

it's like you're speaking to me.

I wanted to know this place.

You're crazy, Camila.

Yes.

- What will I do with you?

- Whatever you want.

What will God do with us?

If you love me, I don't care.

I'm no good at secret love, Camila.

Me neither.

- This can only mean scandal.

- I'm not afraid of anything.

Please, leave.

At your command.

It's me again.

I needed to hear your voice.

My Camila.

I'm crazy.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I dream about you day and night.

I can't sleep.

Camila... I love you.

I'd spend my life

kneeling before you.

Didn't you take a nap, Camila.

I got you something.

What?

A gift.

So you'll always remember me.

Love me very much, mom.

Love me very much.

So you decided to come.

Take.

Let's have something fresh.

You must be thirsty.

Father, I have

something to tell you.

Say it.

Father...

What is it, son?

Why are you being so mysterious?

Camila left.

What are you saying?

What the f*** are you saying?

That Camila left.

We looked everywhere for her.

Did you?

Who did you look for?

Camila and Father Ladislao.

They left together, Father.

No bird moves in the Pampas

without the governor knowing.

And the scandal ends right here,

in front of our very noses.

Write down.

"Dear governor..."

"We pray you order

the Chief of police...

to look in all the city

and the country...

so that in any part of the land

where they are found,

these miserable, unhappy,

bastards...

will be caught,

and brought here".

"To raise to your knowledge...

...the most atrocious act...

...ever heard of in the country".

Please, Adolfo.

We should hear from Camila

before we condemn her.

Break that letter.

I beg you.

What are you saying?

She's sleeping like a whore

with a priest...

...and you want explanations!

First my mother.

Now, her.

She's your daughter, father.

Have mercy.

These aren't times of mercy!

What a shame, poor mother!

It will only be harmful

for the Church...

...if we didn't punish this act...

...to satisfy religion

and the laws.

And the prevent with healthy

rectitude the demoralization,

the immorality and disorder."

"Signed General

Don Juan Manuel de Rosas"

"Governor and First Captain

of the Province".

I was born in Los Talas,

province of Jujuy.

My father is Clemente de Sal,

my mother is Josefa Gmez.

Where did you get married?

I got married on Capilla San Jos

in La Rioja province...

on may 2, 1846.

- Where did we go on our honeymoon?

- Nowhere, we're poor.

Let's make something up,

that's not expensive.

You choose.

Rome.

Yes...

So you ask the Pope

permission to marry me.

It would be nice, wouldn't it?

- Camila...

- Valentina.

Valentina.

Maximo Brandier's happy wife.

- Really happy?

- Yes.

Sometimes I feel like crying.

It would be better if we were old

and remembered and told.

- Are you that afraid?

- Very much.

You weren't born to hide.

You were born to love.

To love you.

This is the...

- Sun!

- Very good!

Very good.

What's this?

Banana!

No!

It's the moon!

M, O, O, N.

It comes out at nights,

when the sun's not around.

- Go home.

- Great!

Slowly, give me your handbooks

and your boards.

- See you tomorrow!

- See you tomorrow.

- Good morning, commander.

- Good morning.

- You're always working!

- Yes, always.

These are some candy,

from my wife.

- Thanks.

- You're always nice to us.

Fine... life is hard in Corrientes.

Even for those in love.

Do you want to come in

and have some mate?

No, I have very little time.

Some other day.

See you on Easter.

Don't forget I'll wait for you

at home.

We're very little in Goya.

Let's not be rude.

Count on us.

We'll be there.

Very good.

See you Sunday.

Goodbye, thanks.

- It's starting to get cold, isn't it?

- Yes, summer's over.

- Camila...

- Ladislao...

SCHOOL:

- You can't sleep.

- No.

I need to be alone.

Please.

I need you to be with me.

Do you think that what I did

was little to be with you?

- You're regretting.

- Camila, please.

- Answer.

- I was praying.

- You didn't answer me.

- Won't you leave me alone?

If I had a child with you

that would be a sign...

that God isn't angry at us,

wouldn't it?

Yes, my child.

Yes.

If He was mad, He'd be wrong.

- Did I say a blasphemy?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

Do you know what I'd like to do?

- Confess with you.

- Camila, shut up.

Confess...

...that when I see you pray...

...I'm jealous.

Camila, if I hear you

I no longer know who I am.

My husband.

Mximo Brandier.

Do you know something,

Mr. Brandier?

- What, my madam?

- I'm so proud to be your wife.

Do you know what else,

Mrs. Valentina?

I love you.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, commander.

Very nice to meet you.

PRIEST LADISLAO GUTIERREZ

CAMILA O'GORMAN

Thanks.

- Do you want some?

- Thanks.

You go to the kitchen.

I'll come later.

- Thanks.

- How are you, judge?

Hi.

Excuse me.

Don Maximo,

if you allow me and so does...

what I've drunk I want

to raise my glad in honor...

of your charming wife.

Besides I wanted to thank you

for being...

our children's first teachers.

That won't be forgotten

by the city of Goya.

Thank you, Mr. Judge.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Mrs. Valentina...

I'm here to steal your husband.

Just a while.

It's a man's issue.

He gets on the front

to hit him with those paws.

With his beak.

They take their eyes out.

Look!

Look at them stand.

They're good!

That's the favorite one.

He's the child of one

that never lost a feather.

Look at him stand up!

He's strong!

How are you, Father Gutierrez?

- What did you say?

- Don't you remember me?

Father Ladislao Gutierrez?

You must be confused.

The arm of God gets everywhere.

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