Contes immoraux Page #2
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...young girls,
honest and humble.
She offers a place to stay and food.
Tell the people to come out!
Come out! Don't be afraid!
Everybody come out!
The ones that the Countess likes
will be happy.
This sunday...
...the Countess will allow
the chosen ones...
which is adorned with pearls...
Those who touch the dress,
will have eternal bliss.
-What is that?
-A Sun!
Let me go!
Thief!
-What did you call me?
-Thief!
Wash the young girls!
I would like to wear it!
Countess Bathory?
You are under arrest!
By the kings orders!
Resistance is futile!
Lucrezia Borgia
Year 1498. Lucrezia Borgia
accompanied by her husband
Giovanni Sforza...
...visits her father,
Pope Alexander VI...
...and her brother,
Cardinal Caesar Borgia.
Hyeronimo Savonarola condemns
the debauched doings in the Church.
You, whore of a church...
...were once ahsamed,
for your debauchery!
but nowadays are beyond shame!
The Woman and the Tiger!
I bless my son in law
Giovanni Sforza, Count of Pezaro.
word has it that
my cookies are sour.
Judge by yourselves!
Try them!
your sensitivity offends me,
dear Count.
Lets go see the horses.
Francis,
son of Pinduriccio.
What beauty is hidden
in a mane!
Don't close your eyes Count!
Don't shut your ears!
The mares of the fields!
sacriledge!
Look! don't object!
Lucrezia Borgia who embodies
bravery, honesty!
You know...
In the old times...
children nephews.
Today they are no longer nephews
but sons...
do you exclude whores from the
Holy Church?
You are a fool!
Listen to Saint Hyeromimus.
Redeem your souls!
go now...
afterwards you will be able
to speak of such things.
My mother.
Her body is dressed.
Nice Earings!
With a wife, a child...
the dogs, the mules...
The Virgin incarnate!
Saint Lucrezia!
All comes from me.
You too Caesar.
I created you.
The Lord's garden was destroyed.
Come, priests, clerics,
people of the Church!
at night you are with
harlots...
...and in the morning you
administer holy communion!
Christ has entrusted me the
defense of the truth!
I will defend it to my last
breath!
The time will come when the
truth shall shine!
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