Tormento Page #7

to see a father like you again?

What should she be ashamed of?

That I spent five

hellish years in prison

for a crime I didn't commit?

Ninuccia, give your daddy a hug.

- Daddy!

- My beautiful little girl!

Happy that Daddy's back?

My little girl!

I'll never leave you again.

Are you happy now?

You're so big now,

and so beautiful.

Very well.

It's best you know everything.

I took your daughter in

out of pity,

to save her from misery

and make

a decent woman out of her,

with no father or mother

to be ashamed of!

Why should she be

ashamed of her mother?

What did Anna do?

Where is she?

You really want to know?

I'll tell you.

She's in a home

for wayward women.

Wayward women?

- What did she do?

- I don't know.

Ask her.

Now you see why I tried

to keep the child from her.

Liar!

Tell him the truth,

or I'll tell him myself.

Your wife is a saint.

This horrible woman

forced her into that home

when the poor woman

came begging for scraps

for that innocent child!

- Hold your tongue!

- No! I must speak!

Your wife went into that home

to save her daughter.

That was the terrible condition

imposed on her,

and she accepted it

like a martyr,

and now she's pining away

in desperation!

With God as my witness!

Enough! Get out!

Yes, now I can go.

Get out!

Enough!

Not another word!

You've caused

enough harm already!

Thank God I don't want

to go back to prison,

or I'd commit the crime now

I didn't commit then!

But you'll pay for this,

you swine!

Ninuccia, come.

Let's go.

- You'll pay for this.

- Yes, I'll pay you back right now!

Horrid witch!

Our little rose bush

bloomed early.

How wonderful!

St. Rita's roses.

Today is her saint's day.

The little girls in her orphanage

are making

their First Communion today.

I want to see Carlo

and my little girl

one last time.

I'm at my wits' end!

No one will listen to me!

I don't want to die

cursed like this!

My daughter, who among us

hasn't suffered terribly

and called on death

as the only liberation?

Then the hour of peace comes.

That day will come for you too,

Anna, my sister in sorrow.

Your eyes have shed

too many tears.

Hear that choir of angels?

It's your daughter telling you,

"Mommy, don't lose faith."

The day is near

when I'll be with you forever.

"Forever."

Call to her and say,

"My little girl."

Yes, my beautiful little girl.

I see her.

I hear her coming closer.

It's her.

My angel...

your mother's waiting

with open arms!

Sweetheart!

Mommy, look. It's Daddy.

This must be a dream.

It's no dream.

I'm a free man.

They finally recognized

my innocence.

Poor Anna.

How you must have suffered!

Hold me.

I'm so happy.

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