Le scomunicate di San Valentino Page #4

I'll indicate the cell and that's all.

Remember:
I've never seen you and

I don't know who you are.

I value my life. Let's go.

God and Spain.

Remember:
God and Spain.

God and Spain.

Off you go.

Lucita.

Go away. Don't touch me.

If you touch me,

Satan will strike you with lightning.

Pablo, you told us the wrong cell.

Lucita Fuentes was here this morning.

Hide.

Everything in order?

- Yes.

They must have taken her during the

changing of the guard. But where to?

Now you must go. Quickly.

I know, as I'm a friend of Lucifer.

Satan and Beelzebub will come for me.

I've seen those two.

The Father Inquisitor?

- Inside.

This anonymous denunciation doesn't

cover a tenth of what I've found here.

Vice, obscenity, fornication,

sacrilege, murder.

This house is possessed by the Devil.

And you are the Devil incarnate.

They found the body of the verger

at the bottom of the well.

They were buried in the garden,

all stabbed to death.

No. Let go of me. No.

She tried to flee,

most reverend Father.

This wasn't the work of only one

person. You all helped, all of you.

Why were these men murdered? Why?

She killed them afterwards.

- After what?

After they had been in her bed.

Then she killed them, all of them.

And you helped her. Shame on you.

Shame on you, foul creatures,

who are unworthy to live.

No. Death is only a small thing.

Your sins cannot be punished by death.

Something else is required.

Isidro, see that what I have ordered

is carried out at once.

You soldiers.

Do not utter one word of

what you have seen or heard here.

Swear it on the Bible.

This ignominy must not become

a cause for scandal.

It must not be talked of, ever.

You are all responsible for

what has been uncovered.

If that servant of the Devil

committed so many ignominies...

...you endorsed them...

...either by helping her

because you were under her power...

...or by keeping silent

for fear of punishment.

I shall have no mercy.

There will be no trial,

no public condemnation.

The pure souls of good Christians...

...must not be perturbed

by the knowledge of such enormities.

You will never emerge alive

from this tomb.

No. You can't wall us in alive.

Back. Get back.

Back with you. Stop. Get back.

They are walling us in alive,

the cursed wretches.

The bishop has said I may visit my

daughter, but nothing is known of her.

She's disappeared. You cannot

keep her from seeing her father.

I would have permitted this myself...

...without disturbing the bishop.

But unfortunately...

what is it?

Has something happened?

Your daughter is no longer

in the hands of the Inquisition.

She is now

in the merciful hands of our Lord.

What is it you are saying?

- She is dead.

She died two days ago.

It was a sudden illness.

Divine justice was quicker

than earthly justice.

That's impossible.

Lucita was strong. She wasn't ill.

Perhaps her conscience sickened

because of the horrible crime committed.

Don Eusebio Gonzalo, prison physician.

Alfonso Fuentes, father of the wretched

woman who died the other day.

A pernicious illnes which caused her

to pass away in a few hours.

Delirium. Fever. Then her heart

suddenly stopped beating.

Alas, my science was to no avail.

I don't believe it. A daughter dies

and you don't even inform her father.

Is this Christian charity?

What world do you live in?

I at least want to have her clothes.

Everything was burned,

for fear of contagion.

But you can visit her grave.

She was buried yesterday evening.

This is a grace

which we wished to grant you.

I ask you to forgive me

for everything that has happened.

It is all my fault.

I kept you from loving that man.

I confined you in that cursed convent.

I lost my head, Lucita, when I learned

you loved an Albornos.

How could my pride accept

you marrying one of them?

So it was I who denounced him

to the Inquisition.

To distance him,

and so that you would hate him...

...you wouldn't think of him, you'd

regard him as a murderer, a heretic.

My guess was right. Only you could

have denounced me, ruined our lives.

You may be able to forgive me,

but she will not be able to.

She will forgive you

if we succeed in saving her.

What are you saying? She's here.

I don't think so.

It's just a trick by the Inquisitor.

She was alive yesterday morning.

We know that.

They can kill her, certainly.

But if they have killed her,

I swear I will kill Onorio.

Just as it is true

that I did not kill Doloso.

The witch.

Lucita is alive.

They've hidden her to kill her later,

the cursed wretches. But where?

We must find out. But who from?

There is a person who knows all about

the Inquisition's actions. Let's ask him.

Water is safer than wine.

Remember:
I don't have time to waste.

Speak quickly.

Otherwise, I'll torture you without

mercy. You know all about that.

So, where have they taken

Lucita Fuentes?

She's dead.

She's been dead for two days.

A spirit has told me

Lucita is not dead...

...and that her grave is occupied

by the corpse of a witch.

I know nothing.

Father Onorio never tells me anything.

I told you to speak, cursed wretch.

After confession, the Inquisition kills.

I will let you go.

I'm granting you favourable conditions.

So speak.

Come on. Speak.

She has been taken back to the convent.

The convent has been walled up.

They'll all die, if not already dead.

All? But only the abbess is guilty.

The other wretches aren't involved.

In Father Onorio's eyes,

they're all guilty.

You'll stay nicely here

until our return.

Don't bother to call out,

because no one passes by here.

Help. Help.

Me, too. I want some. Too.

Satan, my Lord.

Come away with me.

- No, no.

You mustn't abandon us.

We are your slaves, your worshippers.

We have done so much for you.

You mustn't abandon us now.

And you, who said you were powerful,

why don't you perform a miracle now?

Why don't you get us food and drink?

We have to die thanking you.

No, we are faithful. We love you.

Only you enjoyed the men we procured.

Now save us.

I'm always powerful.

I'm the one who gives the orders.

Cursed wretches. B*tches.

Always.

Always.

Water, water.

She's found water.

Her death is a sign from God.

I know what we have to do.

Away with you.

Yes. Let's go.

It's Lucita's fault. She's to blame.

She is responsible, not me.

If we kill her, we will be saved.

I will be saved,

because I will have destroyed evil.

Yes, she is the one responsible.

She killed Josefa, Joaquin, the others.

She's possessed by the Devil.

We must kill her.

Then we will be free again.

Forgive them.

They have lost their minds.

She is to blame. We are innocent.

We are innocent. You are the murderess.

Give these poor wretches

food and drink.

Help. Let me go.

Lucita, you were desired by men,

by Esteban, by me.

You'll never see Esteban's face again.

Lucita. My love.

My God. Have mercy on them.

To you, Rosario Asuncin de Molinas,

new abbess of San Valentino...

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