The Little Hours Page #2

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Oh, my god!

Hey, I told you not to f***ing

look at us, you creep.

I'm sorry. I am...

Why are you making eye contact

with us?

Look at the ground,

you f***ing pervert!

-I'm sorry.

-What is this sh*t?

This is a turnip.

That's not a turnip!

It's sh*t!

Ouch.

You expect us to eat sh*t?

You're a piece of sh*t!

-Yeah, you are a piece

of sh*t. You're disgusting!

-I'm sorry.

Yeah, you are

a disgusting piece of sh*t!

Think we can just eat

any of this food?

We're f***ing starving!

You can't do anything right!

Look at this wall!

Look at the stuff you build!

It's horrible,

you f***ing imbecile!

What do you even do here?

-Please, please.

-Think you can talk to us?

You think you can look at us?

You know who my father is?

Yes! He deserves this!

He pays you good money

to do nothing, you little rat!

- You're a little f***ing rat!

--What is this, maggot food?

-We hate you!

-Please, please.

Just hoarding all the food,

huh, like a f***ing Jew?

Is that what you're doing?

- We're all starving!

You know what you did!

We hate you!

You deserve to die!

All right. Almost ready?

Tommasso, yes.

-Almost ready.

-Oh, look at this!

Isn't it beautiful?

That's gorgeous. Who did that?

Sister Alessandra.

We have to make more of that.

That'll go big in town.

Tell lurco to keep

that garden gate closed,

because the deer

are getting into it.

All right.

All right,

my friend.

Are you ready for a journey?

Are you ready?

"Know when the leaf

parts from the ash

"and the branches wizen

in the treetop

"for through the bark,

the sweet humor of the sap

doesn't mount to them

"and the birds have fallen

silent from their warbling

"because of the cold

that grips them.

"But in spite of this all,

I'm unshaken

"for I am rejuvenated

and prosper

"when all the other happiness

is wasted.

"And if all my merriment

is saddened

"to the point

of not boasting openly..."

"It hasn't however kept

my praise

"from gaining me..."

-They're not good people.

-No, lurco...

No, I'm leaving.

The nuns, no. They spit on me.

-Who spit on you?

-They spit on me.

Lurco, I have to leave.

I'm about to leave

to go to the market

to sell the fabrics, please!

Father, I'm very sorry,

I'm very sorry.

They spit on me.

They called me a Jew.

-They called me a Jew,

father tommasso.

-Lurco, please.

-They called me a Jew.

-Please.

Please, just wait two days!

I want to think

we've had a nice life.

I think I surround you

in a lifestyle

that is pleasant

and luxurious.

Enjoy this pheasant.

Soon as Florence gets here,

we'll be eating chicken like

a bunch of f***ing Croatians.

I sent another messenger

to Florence.

Messenger came back.

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