Francesco Page #6

has reached a turning point.

At the beginning it was just ten of them

but today we are thousand

we have brothers

all over Italy.

Most of the time they are refused by

the local authority because

they don't have any document

to prove they are reliable.

But in this way we are free.

Documents tie people.

They are mistaken for beggars

and mistreated.

We need to be organized,

we need a hierarchy.

We need headquarters and branches,

This indescribable place is not enough!

I've studied hard, now I can't stand

that everything is summed up in

"Blessed are the poor and the ordinary"

he want us to serve paupers and lepers

It's dangerous

to carry things too far.

Francesco's popularity is huge.

I'm amazed.

Here we are just a few, there are

a lot of young men who want to join us.

We need to take control of the situation

as soon as possible.

Heretics of every sort make the

Church a plaything of the godless.

We are forced to fight hateful

wars to defend ourselves.

With loving envy we look at those like

you who can stand to one side

and live the Gospel wholeheartedly.

Don't you think the practice of the

Gospel should be more accessible?

You cannot ask the

impossible of a human being.

Confine your dream. It's less beautiful

I understand that, it's also sad.

But necessary. You must be reasonable.

Won't you speak?

Francesco!

Francesco! Francesco!

Francesco! Francesco!

Francesco!

- Francesco!

We were waiting for you.

Speak!

It's my turn to remain silent.

You should speak.

No, my son, speak. Nothing

will be done against your will.

If I should speak...

Then I should say...

go through this world...

empty handed...

as this child.

Forget me,

I am as if dead.

from now on.

Our new leader

will be Pietro Cattani.

We will obey him.

Francesco! Francesco!

Stop! Leave him alone!

Please leave him alone!

Francesco...

You've come back? I knew it.

I kept saying to your mother,

He'll come back, I won't change my will.

No, because he'll come back.

A son is a son.

Forgive me.

The coffer!

It's all written here.

The new plans, too.

You understand better than anyone else.

My son on the Crusade!

Did you really go?

Is it true you spoke with the Saladin?

That he would speak only with you?

They say you're famous.

You've won! You're a knight, aren't you?

I knew it... I knew it... I knew it.

He's still cold.

Where are you going?

- To look for some blankets.

Where?

- I don't know, I don't know what to do.

The same quartan fever?

Yes, but it's worse than ever.

He needs a doctor!

- He refuses!

In the Gospel there is a strong, meek

man, vigorous and tender, a man who

knows how to cry and knows how to laugh,

a man who can be excited or desperate.

A man who faces the cross with his heart,

a man like you, in other words.

A man who doesn't draw back.

We are alone. You can raise your cloak.

Alone?

Francesco!

Francesco? Francesco!

Let us learn from the stones!

- Learn what?

Silence.

Write, the one who doesn't work

won't eat either

Leone...

- slow down a bit please.

Today you've gone to town and

begged alms for two lazybones!

Write Leone...

being poor is a warrant for freedom

Wait I've got just two hands!

I'll write it later.

be always kind to everybody,

write this as well.

And be like a mother each other

Wait!

You're trembling like a leaf.

- NO, no...

Yes, and since I'm your mother

I must insist.

Stop! Leave him in peace!

We are writing the rule!

Precisely, that's why we are here.

Francesco, are you all right?

What do you want?

They're afraid you'll write too

stern a rule, something inhuman.

They want you to know that, if so, you

write it just for you, not for them.

"They want you to know that, if so, you

write it only for you, not for them".

They? And you?

Lord I said that they

would not heed you.

The lord has said that the Rule is his!

He says to follow it to the letter!

To the letter!

Those of you who do not

wish to, should leave.

No one is obliged to!

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

We must persuade him. He must come

down with us. He can't stay up here.

Francesco is ill.

- His stomach, his eyes.

It's cold here, impossible. Come down

to the valley, I'll find you a house.

He would be worse.

We are not learned man, are we?

- No.

They want us to write out a Rule.

- You dictate and I'll write.

We know the Gospel, and we like it.

What do you think we should do.

Write what we know and like.

Jesus says...

"Come follow me".

And what does the man who's called to?

He gives up everything

and follows. Shall I write that?

Shall I?

This rule is a suicide.

The same all words.

He's as stubborn as a mule!

We should go around like vagabonds,

dreadfully poor, with no protection.

The cardinal is waiting for a document

to present to the Pope.

We can't show him this text!

We're back where we started.

He must rewrite it!

He'd write the same thing.

I don't think he could rewrite it.

He's not able, he's ill.

In that case, appropriate brother

must do it, us in other words.

But what about it? One can't ignore it.

This one will be lost.

- No! What are you doing?

No! No!

Little lamb of God,

we have to start again!

What's going on? Where are we?

Do you have a good memory?

- Why?

We have to rewrite the Rule.

- No!

This time we'll bring it to the Pope

ourselves. He's in Perugia now.

When did he die?

Yesterday. They're already running off

to the election. Up, go up! Take it up!

Come!

What did you tell him?

To open his eyes.

- But he's dead!

To open them elsewhere, in peace.

Leone, the Rule!

We came here to give it to him.

But... he's dead!

Do you think because he's dead

he cannot read? Go on give it to him.

Lord...

Lord, answer me.

Lord...

Lord... Lord...

Lord, answer me, answer me.

I, Leone, lamb of God,

would have been very strict

before accepting so many brothers.

Especially those, who

were the most glib talkers.

Just come out and say it, what

with all the criticism and objections,

they bewildered and humiliated

and depressed him.

You must also write that

we saw him in despair.

He had the impression that

he had done everything wrong,

and that he was really insane,

just "God's madman".

Yes, Leone, write it down.

It was his darkest moment.

Francesco!

Francesco!

Leone!

Leone!

Francesco!

Francesco!

Leone! Leone don't leave me!

I'm here.

Leone.

Leone.

- Yes.

I have not studied Grammaticam,

divinitatem, et legem.

All the same,

"Deux mihi dixit"...

"Deux mihi dixit". God spoke.

Do you understand?

Yes... it's true.

Leone, what if I'm a fool?

No! You responded without reservation,

yes, without reservation.

But he was suffering.

- You were suffering too.

But I have seen many suffer much more.

For us it was easy. Wasn't it, Leone?

Not always...

- I see so many...

so many faces, and what have

I been able to do to help them?

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

I desire to be alone. But if

it's necessary to you to come, come.

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