Maria Goretti Page #4

They're all rich there and

they do whatever they want-

There's target shooting!

Maria!

- Father?!

- Luigi, what's the matter?

I went a little dizzy-

It's nothing, little butterfly-

Give me a hand-

Where is he?

Can you hear anything?

You can get dressed-

Right-

It must have been

all those people at the fair-

Mustn't it?

Is that it?

Madonna, please-

You have to earn

a living, doctor,

but not from me-

I'm fine-

You're as fine as a blind

man on the edge of a cliff-

What's wrong with me?

When I come back next week,

I want to see you in bed-

I'm not joking-

He's caught malaria-

Oh, no!

I'm sorry-

Help me, Lord

Assunta, the belt's broken-

I'll see if I can get another-

Go with your father-

Yes-

It's up to the landowner

to stop us from dying-

Other places hand out

quinine for free-

If you all agree,

do what they do in the North-

It's not a sin to strike-

I'm not striking for quinine-

It's as bitter as death-

And do you know why?

They give it to the stubborn

and the ignorant-

They say it's

the devil's medicine-

Never mind a strike!

I say we have to attack

from the inside!

We have to hit at what

he holds most dear -

his property-

Burn the storehouses,

kill his dogs!

One a day until he comes

and begs us to stop-

You're going too far now-

He's a murderer-

He killed that poor wretch

we buried-

Your resentment

is going to kill you-

If you decide on a strike,

it's fine by me-

Father Basilio's right-

We have to defend our rights-

But nothing more-

Nothing happened-

Let's go!

- What's your name?

- Primo-

If you're "Primo"

you shouldn't be the last up-

- He's crazy!

- Yes-

Mara, don't worry-

Everything's fine-

No, it's hatred-

Hate eats away at you

inside like malaria---

and never leaves you-

Count, Father Basilio is here-

Your liqueur, count-

Father, you should be saying

Mass at this time of day-

It's about the last

malaria victim-

I have cancelled out

his debts-

Give out this blessed quinine,

or people will continue to die

like beasts in a

slaughter house-

It'll cost me 3 lire a head-

I can't afford it-

You don't know

what might happen-

What?

A strike?

They'll burn the barns,

kill my animals?

Don't worry, that won't happen-

We're all too busy

trying to---survive here-

We?

You don't even know the meaning

of the word survive-

Maria! Maria!

The animals have got loose!

They'll drown in the marshes!

- What about Zipolo?

- He's got out, too-

Where are you going?

You have to stay in bed!

Not strike!

What's happened?

A canal is clogged up-

Where?

After the wide bend!

That's where we are-

This land is ours, too-

The mud will eat it all away-

This is Mazzoleni's land-

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