Francesco Page #2

It's my only chance.

A second separation

from their beloved son

was difficult for his parents, but

they wanted a brilliant future for him.

# Because I have a lady with cook

and scullion, maid and companion...

Look!

A leper...

Get out!

Get out of there!

Get out!

Francesco!

Go away!

No!

- Francesco!

Do you want it?

- Of course...

It's yours.

But what about you?

My horse.

Sir!

Francesco! What are you doing here?

Weren't you supposed to conquer the word?

It's done. Can you lend me some clothes?

I can't go back to my house like this.

Have you been robbed?

- No.

What happened to you then?

- Nothing.

Really nothing.

Honestly...

- Don't you believe me?

I don't understand you. Didn't

you want to become a count or a duke?

And now? What will your father say?

Will you be back at the counter?

I don't know.

Is there a woman behind this?

That one who...

No.

Do you still have that book? You know

The one of that character that they...

Do you need it?

I don't know.

What happened to you?

What are you doing here?

Have you forgotten where your home is?

Where is your armor? Your horses?

Wait!

- Don't hit me!

Wait!

Are you crazy? Are you sick too?

It's all right...

It' all right... it's all right.

No...

What need is there to go to Foligno?

to sell these things...

Aren't you going

to wait for your father?

There's no time. Someone's waiting.

- Who? A customer?

Don't worry. Don't worry.

He sold the cloth to give

money to those in need.

He started living among the poor and the

lepers. His father was beside himself.

If Francesco had lost a fortune

in misguided business venture,

well, Pietro would have understood it.

He unburdened himself to me.

He said he considered his son a failure.

It was his own fault for spoiling him.

He asked my advice.

This should be a normal civil suit

between a father, who is suing his son

for removing property and

squandering it and then...

Wait, the son didn't ask to be heard in

this tribunal, it was the City's consuls

who decided the matter came

under the ecclesiastic court...

The wrong tribunal. As far as I know, my

client's son is not a priest or a monk...

true, but he has declared

himself to be a penitent.

A "penitent!" A penitent

toward his father, perhaps.

No! A "penitent" toward God.

A meaningless expression.

Here some quite specific

things are involved,

such as the question of the

patrimony of father and son.

The son is the owner of goods that

the father has already passed to him.

And that the son could now

squander in the same way

Not to mention

the rights of inheritance...

No! One moment! The "penitent"

publicly declares that

from this moment on, he will make no

further claim against his father's wealth.

My boy, reflect. From this moment on

you could be stripped of everything.

Of every rights

in the present and in the future.

He says he has thought it over

and has decided.

Francesco!

What have I done to you?

What did I do wrong?

Yes, I was annoyed by those

things you took away,

but I have already forgotten that.

After all you wanted to give alms.

That's only right.

You thought that household things

were also yours to dispose of.

And so you did. Right.

That, too, must be done, otherwise

what sort of Christians would we be?

But now you must be

yourself again. Let's go home.

Think about your mother...

We have disturbed

the consuls and the bishop

for a family matter

and I apologize...

my client has embraced

a different life.

He cannot go home.

What life?

The life of a beggar?

Some gratitude!

He cannot do this, my lord bishop!

You cannot allow a son to

trample on the rights of a father!

I've spent a fortune to

bring him up like a gentleman.

It cost me his weight in gold

to free him from prison.

I equipped him with armor and horses

for a venture that never came off!

But I was ready to put

my faith in him.

Everyone will confirm that!

What are you doing Francesco?

Francesco!

These are yours...

I have another father.

What are you doing?

I was waiting for you.

I'm coming with you.

Where?

- Wherever... I mean it.

Go home, go home.

We'll meet again.

Sir, I wish you peace

and well-being for you and yours.

Sir, I wish you peace and

well-being for you and yours.

Get out of here! Get out!

It was for the dogs, but if you want it...

Thank you. Peace be with you.

Go away! That's Tano's place!

We don't want outsiders!

You're stealing our bread. Go away!

Don't touch, this stuff is mine!

And you go away! I said no!

Soon you'll have

a roof over your head.

Youre ill, you must cover yourself up

and take a rest. Do you realize that?

I won't go home till you've started

to take care of yourself.

She must have made ten miles of bandages.

Have you emptied your dowry chest?

Come.

- What is it?

My little brother's dead!

I had no more milk...

Come away! Come away!

I ran away too the first time. And I

would have gladly done without my nose.

I'll kill myself!

I'll kill myself!

Let me go!

Out! Out!

Here comes the bread at last!

Be off with you!

- No, wait!

Hey look, that lunatic Francesco!

You started to come in,

then you ran off. I saw you!

Sit down, eat with us.

- I was ashamed... but not anymore.

Let's show him a good time!

You're kind, just a little something

- Ah, it's for you

Oh stop it!

Take a bath and come to the table!

I have an important engagement

- Who with?

With my mother, my sisters

and three children.

Stay with us.

- Don't go away!

Francesco, wait...

Where are you going Rufino?

Make yourself at home!

Thanks... I must go.

This is my friend Rufino.

My mother can't walk,

her legs are sick.

My sister has lost a child.

Forgive us if we are silent.

I was in a panic, like never before,

not even during the war,

so I run away as fast as I could.

I wanted to forget and I couldn't. I kept

telling myself, Francesco is crazy.

Peace to you... peace to you... peace.

Mister, alms!

- Mister

Hey look who's there!

- Francesco?

He's Francesco!

- How are you?

Come here, are you all right?

What's wrong? You're not well?

- Hey Francesco, don't you recognize us?

Are you hungry?

- Take a little of this.

He's hungry!

- Do you want some?

Come on eat it!

Come on take it!

Do you want some more?

- Let's give him something to eat!

What wrong? Don't you recognize us?

- Do you want some more? Do you?

That's it, now he will be warmer.

But don't you see? It's a delicacy!

- Do you like sh*t?

Let's give him some more.

- It's good! It's good!

Is it true that you like sh*t?

- Come on have some more, eat it!

Let's give him alms.

You must wrap yourself up, or

mummy will scold you!

At least he'll wash himself!

- And he will refresh his mind.

Cling to me!

Lord, the rain is beautiful.

It washes and relieves our thirst...

Lord, our houses are flimsy,

and made of mud straw.

Lord, help our houses,

and speak with the rain.

Blessed be the Lord.

Who speaks with the rain.

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