The Bridge of San Luis Rey Page #7
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- 2004
- 120 min
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Let me live now.
Dear God...
...let me begin again.
Two days later,
they started back to Lima...
...and upon crossing
the bridge of San Luis Rey...
befell them.
I'm looking for some strong fellows
to go on my next trip with me.
Hard work, good wages.
A long way from Peru.
Well?
I said...
...do you want
to go on my next trip with me?
That's settled, then.
You may not be used to the cold.
I have a mind to sail
between the islands of ice.
Imagine the prow
pushing through a sea of weeds...
...stirring up a cloud of fish...
...like grasshoppers in June.
You see, son,
I had a daughter.
And many times
she waved me farewell...
...and welcome.
There was no way of knowing
if she was more intelligent...
...or more beautiful than
the thousands of other girls about.
But she was mine.
And God took her from me...
...just when I wasn't looking.
It sometimes seems to me now...
...that she is away on a long voyage...
...and that I shall see her
again somewhere.
So I wander about the hemispheres...
...to pass the time
between now and old age.
He was the most awkward
speaker in the world...
...apart from the lore of the sea.
Though there are times when it requires
a high courage to speak the banal.
And so they started out for
the far-flung ports on the Atlantic coast...
...by way of the Inca trail...
...having trekked the Andes for goods
Come.
That's it.
She will not allow you in here.
I shall stay out here
most happily, then.
It is just her pride,
that I might pity her.
Tell her I respect
her discomfort at this time...
...and that I love her all the more
for her humility of spirit.
with the child...
...or take a hand with
the management of the yard here.
Go away!
Get away from me!
Get out of my house!
I never wanted to see you again!
I gave you orders! I told you
he was forbidden to come in!
Get out!
Leave me alone!
Camilla!
Dear God, when shall I
ever be free of you?
Just listen to me!
Just once, I beg of you.
What is it, then?
Camilla...
...let me take Don Jaime...
...for a year,
to live with me in Lima.
Let me be his teacher.
Here he is among servants.
No.
- Camilla, what will become of him?
- No.
I shall love him and cherish him
and take every care with him.
Did I not teach you well?
Did I ever harm you?
You are too cruel
to keep urging gratitude!
Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude!
Yes, I was very grateful! Good!
But now that I'm
no longer the same woman...
to be grateful for.
If Jaime wishes
to go with you, very well.
You will find him
at the inn about noon.
Hup!
Stop!
Whoa!
Seor Pio.
When they reached
the Bridge of San Luis Rey...
...the Captain descended to the stream...
...in order to supervise
the passage of some merchandise.
But Esteban crossed by the bridge...
...and filing behind Doa Maria...
...la Marquesa de Montemayor...
...and her little companion Pepita...
...he passed in front of Uncle Pio.
I will let you down to rest
when we have crossed the bridge.
But it turned out...
...not to be necessary.
In love, it seems...
...their very mistakes
did not seem able to last long.
That was its grace.
And in compiling your book
about the people who fell...
...from the bridge of San Luis Rey,
what did you divine?
In my final calculations,
I concluded with a passage...
...that tried to describe why God
had settled upon that person...
...and upon that day...
...for His demonstration of wisdom.
I have read your conclusions.
You seem unable to determine
that there were any characteristics...
...common consistently
to all of the victims.
I suppose the art of biography
is more difficult...
...than is generally supposed.
And, interestingly,
those who knew most...
Captain Alvarado, for instance...
...ventured least.
Perhaps if I could have
interviewed La Perichole.
She at least was in some way
associated with all of the victims.
Mocked, she believed, from afar...
...she wandered the hills
in her memory...
...searching forthe souls
of her loved ones.
She was convinced
that for a second time...
...the skies had commented.
First there was the smallpox...
...and then the fall from the bridge.
These were not accidents.
It wasn't until she had endured
significant servitude...
...that she came to understand
some sense...
...of the loyalty
of true and devoted love.
- For six years, while I worked...
- Mother.
...and pieced together
the lives of those who had died...
Mother.
...she shut herself out
from the world...
...at the Convent of Santa Maria
Rosa de las Rosas.
Do I know you, my daughter?
I was the actress La Perichole.
Oh, I've wanted to know you
for a long while.
You too, I know,
lost in the fall of the bridge.
I lost two who had been children
in here at the orphanage...
...but you, I know you lost
a real child of your own.
Yes, Mother.
And a great friend.
Yes, Mother.
Come into the garden.
You can rest here.
All of us have failed.
Come.
The Abbess of the Convent
de Maria Rosa de las Rosas.
Sister Camilla, La Perichole,
will take the stand.
Is she La Perichole?
She is.
Were you the actress
Camilla Micaela Villegas...
...known as La Perichole?
Kindly identify yourself.
Remove your veil.
I said kindly remove your veil.
Abbess.
She has, Your Excellency,
a God-given fear...
...of appearing in public.
An actress, a God-given fear
of appearing in public?
Your Excellency, surely
we cannot accept evidence from...
...from an actress masquerading
in the habit of holy orders?
Your Excellency,
I can vouch absolutely for her...
Talent or reliability?
The more able the actress,
the less worthy the witness.
Your Excellency,
can you confirm that this is...
...forgive my calling on you,
but do you recognize La Perichole?
No.
No.
No.
I cannot say that I recognize her.
What... sir?
I do not know this woman.
For all her passion...
...La Perichole had
no love in her eyes.
There are none so blind,
Your Excellency...
...who will not see.
Silence.
Silence!
Silence!
Archbishop, pray continue
in your summing up.
And be brief...
...please, before we all of us
suffocate in this hellish heat.
You, Your Excellency, and I...
...can see clearly now how this
plan of brother Juniper's...
...was intended to sow the seeds
of a flower of perfect skepticism.
It is entirely evident...
...and as I have never been obligated
to go so long without smoking.
As a plan, it resembles the efforts
of those presumptuous souls...
...who wanted to walk
on the pavements of Heaven...
...and who built
the Tower of babel to get there.
For our Franciscan...
...our Doubting Thomas...
...faith was not enough.
...of the hand of God...
...historical proof...
...mathematical proof.
Doubt springs eternal...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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