Camila Page #6

Camila left.

What are you saying?

What the f*** are you saying?

That Camila left.

We looked everywhere for her.

Did you?

Who did you look for?

Camila and Father Ladislao.

They left together, Father.

No bird moves in the Pampas

without the governor knowing.

And the scandal ends right here,

in front of our very noses.

Write down.

"Dear governor..."

"We pray you order

the Chief of police...

to look in all the city

and the country...

so that in any part of the land

where they are found,

these miserable, unhappy,

bastards...

will be caught,

and brought here".

"To raise to your knowledge...

...the most atrocious act...

...ever heard of in the country".

Please, Adolfo.

We should hear from Camila

before we condemn her.

Break that letter.

I beg you.

What are you saying?

She's sleeping like a whore

with a priest...

...and you want explanations!

First my mother.

Now, her.

She's your daughter, father.

Have mercy.

These aren't times of mercy!

What a shame, poor mother!

It will only be harmful

for the Church...

...if we didn't punish this act...

...to satisfy religion

and the laws.

And the prevent with healthy

rectitude the demoralization,

the immorality and disorder."

"Signed General

Don Juan Manuel de Rosas"

"Governor and First Captain

of the Province".

I was born in Los Talas,

province of Jujuy.

My father is Clemente de Sal,

my mother is Josefa Gmez.

Where did you get married?

I got married on Capilla San Jos

in La Rioja province...

on may 2, 1846.

- Where did we go on our honeymoon?

- Nowhere, we're poor.

Let's make something up,

that's not expensive.

You choose.

Rome.

Yes...

So you ask the Pope

permission to marry me.

It would be nice, wouldn't it?

- Camila...

- Valentina.

Valentina.

Maximo Brandier's happy wife.

- Really happy?

- Yes.

Sometimes I feel like crying.

It would be better if we were old

and remembered and told.

- Are you that afraid?

- Very much.

You weren't born to hide.

You were born to love.

To love you.

This is the...

- Sun!

- Very good!

Very good.

What's this?

Banana!

No!

It's the moon!

M, O, O, N.

It comes out at nights,

when the sun's not around.

- Go home.

- Great!

Slowly, give me your handbooks

and your boards.

- See you tomorrow!

- See you tomorrow.

- Good morning, commander.

- Good morning.

- You're always working!

- Yes, always.

These are some candy,

from my wife.

- Thanks.

- You're always nice to us.

Fine... life is hard in Corrientes.

Even for those in love.

Do you want to come in

and have some mate?

No, I have very little time.

Some other day.

See you on Easter.

Don't forget I'll wait for you

at home.

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