Colour from the Dark Page #2
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- 2008
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May God bless you.
Did you come back to me, Father.
Lucia, I talk to you.
Trust me.
You have nothing to say.
Your God is my God.
It does not exist for me.
No, ....
My God is your God..
You know that.
No more.
There is something more to me now.
Come with me Father.
Yes.
Have you ever had a woman?
Pray ...
I know what you want ...
for their God.
Pray, pray Father ... pray.
Pray, pray.
Lucia?
Not me.
Oh my God.
That ...
that was inside me.
Alice?
From now
forbidden to see his sister.
Stay there and not move.
Do you understand?
Goodbye Teresa.
Amen.
I know it's not your fault, Lucia.
I'll be good.
I just want to hold you.
I can not.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You bastard!
Your filthy bastard!
You bastard!
Your filthy bastard!
Lucia ...
I love you, Lucia.
Alice,, no.
Why do you want to hurt me?
Drop the knife.
I am.
Lucia?
Alice ...
come too me.
Do not be afraid.
Alice .... back,
- Is dangerous.
- I have been sick ...
but I will improve soon,
I promise.
Lucia ...
Lucia, I'm afraid.
Lucia ...
let it go.
We will return tomorrow, I promise.
Let it.
No!
You killed her.
No, not killed.
It killed her.
You killed her.
It was not me, it was.
Do not kill, I swear to God.
Giovanni!
Anna.
Giovanni.
Pietro?
In the name of God, Pietro
What's wrong?
Alice is dead.
Found the death tonight ...
in the arms of Lucia.
Buried her in the garden.
He buried her in the garden?
Pietro ...
can not do that.
- You have to call the authorities.
- Do not call anyone.
How is Lucia?
You are sick.
What we have to
deserve all this?
Pietro ...
maybe you should and Lucia
leave the house.
- We can not.
- Think about Pietro.
Everything related to his farm
is changing.
Maybe there is something
wrong with the ground ...
well is poisoned.
There is nothing wrong with the water.
They can come with us,
- Stay here.
- I can not ... is my home.
I'd better go home.
Wait, I will also.
- No
- Please ...
let it go with you,
is much altered.
I'd rather go alone.
It will help me think
what he said.
As you wish, but if you
something will be here ...
always be
welcome in our house.
Thanks Giovanni
I'll think about it.
We'll see you tomorrow.
No. I come here
tomorrow afternoon.
Stroll ...
and being away from home will help.
Agreed.
We will be waiting for you.
Thank you Giovanni.
Thank you.
Why let him go alone?
Why did he want.
He does not want to go
your home.
What can we do?
What can we do?
Nothing.
SUNDAY:
Pietro?
Lucia?
God!
Pietro?
Luigi ...
- You back.
- Sure.
- I have to show you something.
- What? What is it?
Follow me.
How did it happen?
An accident.
I spoke to Sergio in the cards.
He was in my battalion.
He died a few steps from me.
Gino was not with you?
The captain said that
he was dead.
You should not have come back,
Luigi.Lucia
Where is?
My wife is sick,
- I had to lock her in the barn.
- What?
You locked her in the barn?
- I have to see her.
- No.
What's wrong, Pietro?
I do not know ....
she was mad.
- You call a doctor?
- You have to go away.
You called a doctor?
I have to see it.
I have to make sure
she is well.
Back to their war.
Take your hands off me.
Lucia?
Luigi, thanks too God
is back.
What is happening here?
Pietro told me he was sick.
No ...
I think he was crazy.
Me locked here and not me
left over to see Alice.
She's dead, Lucia.
I saw her grave.
No.
Alice is not dead
alive.
Come to the window, look.
Oh my God .... Alice.
Let me go.
What are you doing?
What is happening, Pietro?
Go away!
I saw ... Alice is alive
I saw Pietro.
You should goo Luigi, go.
No..
Luis.
Welcome back, brother.
MONDAY:
He will not come, right?
Not ... do not think it will.
- Did something happen?
- I do not know.
God only knows.
- Well, I'm there.
- No, Grandpa.
Look, do not worry.
I'm sure Pietro and Lucia are well
but I can not stay here.
I have to ensure
that's okay.
I will return soon.
Anna?
Pietro?
Pietro?
What a mess.
Pietro?
Pietro?
Pietro?
Luigi?
You are wounded.
I came to tell you goodbye.
Lucia?
Let me.
Pietro?
I'm glad you came, Giovanni.
Because I have a
surprise for you.
What are you doing, Pietro?
You're sick.
VI Lucia, in the barn.
Yes ...
Lucia.
Why, Pietro?
So are the things ...
- Is the call of nature.
- What happened ...
is evil.
You and your stupid religion.
Your God does not exist.
Your soul does not exist.
Grandpa?
Pietro?
Why?
Why?
I loved them.
It is within you?
It absorbs all life.
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