Francesco Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1989
- 119 min
- 148 Views
Where is your armor? Your horses?
Wait!
- Don't hit me!
Wait!
Are you crazy? Are you sick too?
It's all right...
It' all right... it's all right.
No...
What need is there to go to Foligno?
to sell these things...
Aren't you going
to wait for your father?
There's no time. Someone's waiting.
- Who? A customer?
Don't worry. Don't worry.
He sold the cloth to give
money to those in need.
He started living among the poor and the
lepers. His father was beside himself.
If Francesco had lost a fortune
in misguided business venture,
well, Pietro would have understood it.
He unburdened himself to me.
He said he considered his son a failure.
It was his own fault for spoiling him.
He asked my advice.
This should be a normal civil suit
between a father, who is suing his son
squandering it and then...
Wait, the son didn't ask to be heard in
this tribunal, it was the City's consuls
under the ecclesiastic court...
The wrong tribunal. As far as I know, my
client's son is not a priest or a monk...
true, but he has declared
himself to be a penitent.
A "penitent!" A penitent
toward his father, perhaps.
No! A "penitent" toward God.
A meaningless expression.
Here some quite specific
things are involved,
such as the question of the
patrimony of father and son.
The son is the owner of goods that
the father has already passed to him.
And that the son could now
squander in the same way
Not to mention
the rights of inheritance...
No! One moment! The "penitent"
publicly declares that
from this moment on, he will make no
further claim against his father's wealth.
My boy, reflect. From this moment on
you could be stripped of everything.
Of every rights
in the present and in the future.
He says he has thought it over
and has decided.
Francesco!
What have I done to you?
What did I do wrong?
Yes, I was annoyed by those
things you took away,
but I have already forgotten that.
After all you wanted to give alms.
That's only right.
You thought that household things
were also yours to dispose of.
And so you did. Right.
That, too, must be done, otherwise
what sort of Christians would we be?
But now you must be
yourself again. Let's go home.
Think about your mother...
We have disturbed
the consuls and the bishop
for a family matter
and I apologize...
my client has embraced
a different life.
He cannot go home.
What life?
The life of a beggar?
Some gratitude!
He cannot do this, my lord bishop!
trample on the rights of a father!
bring him up like a gentleman.
It cost me his weight in gold
to free him from prison.
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