The Fugitive Page #4

- That's not true!

Of course you believe.

That's why you're afraid.

You want to kill God

and you can't do it.

That's a lot of nonsense.

You can't tell me you're not afraid.

- Listen, priest, do you want to die?

- No.

Well, maybe I can help you.

I'll go to the governor myself.

Renounce your faith

publicly tomorrow.

Say to the people

you've been telling them lies.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

In the village,

there's an Indian woman.

Maria Dolores.

Yes, a good woman.

You baptised her child, didn't you?

Yes.

Can I get you some brandy?

It'll make it easier in the morning.

It's very kind of you,

but no, thanks.

- It'll make you forget.

- No.

I want to live my death.

Father.

Father.

Ready?

Get going.

Well, that's the last one, eh?

If you want me,

I'll be in the Hotel Splendide.

Squad, halt!

About face!

Forward, hut!

Your blessing, Father!

Your blessing!

- You can't sell a blessing.

- Forward!

Go home and pray.

Give the money to the poor.

March!

I am the new priest.

I am Father Serra.

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