Le scomunicate di San Valentino Page #2

come and see me after refection.

Here you'll be safe.

No one will ever find you.

I can believe it. You're a magician.

It's like a prison. Who else knows of it?

In a few days you'll be better and

you can leave. I'll bring you food.

And Lucita?

- Not so many questions. Leave it to me.

Stop this kissing. The service will soon

be over, and the nuns will be back.

Till tomorrow.

- Till tomorrow.

A few more hours and we'll be gone.

Are you afraid?

No, I'm only afraid of your wound.

Forget that. Everything is fine.

Josefa. They have killed Josefa.

Help. Help. Sacrilege.

- Murder.

What a lot of blood.

- Someone has killed Josefa.

They've desecrated our house.

A murder. In our house.

It is unprecedented.

Poor Josefa. Who could have hated

you so much, my soul?

Carry her into the church.

- Let's call Joaquin to help us.

No, no one must enter our quarters.

You, you lift her up.

But where's Lucita?

You were so close and didn't wake up?

You are a very heavy sleeper, my dear.

So, speak. For your own good.

Answer.

Why did you pretend to be asleep?

Why were you dressed?

Did you kill Josefa de Olmeda?

Confess.

Answer. For your own good.

No. I didn't do it.

Why suffer unnecessarily?

Speak.

Confess, and all this will stop.

Isidro, write.

The accused, stubbornly...

...refuses to answer the questions.

You have killed your cell-mate.

It's abominable.

But you must confess

why you have committed this crime.

Let her down.

I have another way of making you speak.

You would be well advised to confess.

You don't know Father Onorio.

He's feared throughout Andalusia.

Even the dumb learn to speak

when he interrogates them.

Lucita.

Lucita, my daughter.

How is this possible?

Go away. I don't want to see you.

It's all your fault.

My fault? How can I be responsible

for what you have done?

What do you mean? Do you, too, believe

that I killed that wretch?

My father believes I am a murderess.

How shameful!

It's a trick. I've fallen into a trap.

But I'm innocent, innocent.

If I find myself in this position,

you alone are to blame.

I loved Esteban

and I could have married him.

But no. You have sacrificed me

to your prejudices, without mercy.

Without mercy.

Our family, the very noble Fuentes,

must not marry into the Albornos.

This hate has gone on for centuries.

Rather a nun for a daughter than the

affront of such a union. Right, father?

This Esteban is an excommunicate,

a heretic and, even worse, a murderer.

That's a lie.

You know that better than anyone.

He ran away. So he must be guilty.

But now...

But now he's dead.

So why speak of him?

I'll try to free you from the Inquisition.

I'll use all my influence.

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