Maria Goretti

1

What happened?

PONTINE MARSHES:

JULY 5, 1902

What's wrong?

Grab a blanket, too-

Come on!

Murderer!

Kill him!

Stop!

The prisoner is now

in the hands of justice!

Move away!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Maria!

Maria!

Make way!

Let us through!

You wretch!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Go on!

Mother-

I didn't give in to him-

He's killed me-

Lie her on her side-

They're deep wounds here, too-

Doctor, is it serious?

Doctor, how is Maria?

I've done all I can-

She has to get some rest now-

Mother-

My darling-

I'm fine now-

The children?

They're fine -

they are at home-

She came round

during the operation

and was awake throughout-

I'm thirsty-

May I have some water?

No liquids-

I'm very sorry-

All we can do now---

is wait-

- Maria?

- She's in there, Father-

Come with me,

for the child's sake-

It will be a miracle

if she is able to sleep-

She has to get

her strength back-

You stay, Father-

Let's hope the child---

will pull through-

Maria-

Murdering a child like that---

How can it come to that?

PONTINE MARSHES:

TWO YEARS EARLIER

Stop!

Stop!

I'm happy to help you-

What's going on?

What happened to you?

Move, Father!

This is the third time

he's stolen from the farm-

So?

Do you want to take justice

in your own hands?

I won't tell him again!

We have orders to take

him back to the master-

He will decide-

That's enough-

Leave him alone-

Let us get a good look

at him

or the master

will take it out on us-

I said to leave him alone-

Who are you?

I've never seen you

in church-

Where do you come from?

I'm on my way to Nettuno

to take up my new post-

We'll meet again very soon-

Let's go, Simmata-

The master can deal with it-

Here-

Everything's fine-

Goodbye-

Thank goodness I came to bring

some comfort to these women-

Take it easy-

You're not in any danger-

It's not fear -

he's got malaria-

I've seen you before-

You're a seasonal worker-

Please don't give me away,

I can't lose my job-

My children are hungry---

and we can't make ends meet-

You have my word,

now look after yourself-

I'm fine-

I can manage-

Most of the farm workers

here suffer from malaria-

Who is the landowner here?

If you want to meet

Count Mazzoleni,

you'll find him at home

after lunch-

My name's Elena Mazzoleni-

I'm his wife-

Thank you-

Malaria-

Once you've got it,

you never get rid of it-

Can't anything be done?

Is that man just doomed to die?

You can only prevent

malaria with quinine-

But it's expensive and the

farmhands can't afford it-

What kind of man is this owner,

who starves his farmhands

and allows them to get

sick with malaria?

In the catechism it says

that oppressing the poor

and not paying them

a suitable wage

are among the worst

sins a man can commit-

Sins that cry out for

revenge before the Lord-

We can only help the workers

by supporting them

in their faith-

I advise you to take a look at

Campomorto tomorrow morning-

It's there and at Conca

that we need most help

with the mass-

There are two small chapels

and they're usually

only open in summer-

Are they far from here?

About 6 kilometers away-

You can take my trap,

or the short-cut

through the marsh-

Have you lost your way, Father?

Come with me-

Thank you-

- Here we are, Father-

- Thank you-

Goodbye, Father-

Goodbye-

We labor all day long

and then he steals it all-

If we reach 400 quintals

in the harvest,

he'll give us a contract-

All he asks

is a third of the crop,

which is less than what

we were paying before-

But we have to buy the tools

and the seeds ourselves,

which means debts-

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)