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The carts are coming!

The carts are coming!

Marina! Agnese! The
carts are coming!

The carts are coming!
Let's come and see it, girls!

The carts are coming!

What are they doing,
building the scaffold?

A nice execution
to watch, at last!

Unload the cart, quick.

Let's get a move on!

Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Everyone back!

Stay back!

Is it true they're going
to execute a cenci?

We know even less
than you, lady.

- All four of them?
- That's what I heard.

One of the priests that comforts
people sentenced to death told me.

And he really mentioned
the cenci family?

Yes, two in Tor di nona
and two in corte savella.

Yes, that was correct.

Two in Tor di nona and
two in corte savella.

Some time later, the
comforters went to both prisons.

One group went to Tor di nona,

where giacomo and Bernardo
cenci had been imprisoned.

The other group went
to corte savella,

where Beatrice and her
stepmother lucrezia were kept.

The rumors were true.

According to the customs of the
time, a copy of the sentence...

Had been sent to
prospero farinaccio,

the lawyer who had been
in charge of the defence.

The eminent lawyer was now
reading it to his colleagues:

Giorgio diedi, rutilio altieri
and planca di coronata.

So, it looks like that young bernando
will also have to go to the scaffold.

But only to witness
the others' death.

After that he'll be
locked away for one year.

And then he'll become a galley slave on
the papal ships for the rest of his life.

Can this be considered
an act of clemency?

His life will become
a constant torment.

Death will be his only relief.

Don't get so upset,
esteemed colleagues,

one can't win every case.

And you, farinaccio, finish
reading the sentence.

- Is it really necessary?
- No, it's useless.

It's always the same
old story, after all.

Their total assets and
goods will be seized.

That's how it works.

All their goods, their assets
and their properties...

Will be confiscated and handed
over to the papal treasury.

That's 500.000 scudi
coins for the treasury.

Beatrice is innocent!

No! No!

No!

No...

No!

No!

Yes, I understand.

The execution will be carried
out tomorrow morning.

Madam, your stepmother and your
sister will be beheaded.

You, sir giacomo cenci, will
be tortured with hot irons,

bludgeoned with a mallet and
then publicly quartered.

Kiss it, you wicked woman, kiss the
image of our lord Jesus Christ.

He who was innocently crucified and
suffered much more than you're doing.

Ask Saint Paul to forgive your many
sins, as he was also beheaded.

Beg him to assist you
during your final moments.

Ask god for forgiveness.

How dare you pray so peacefully, after
the terrible way you offended god?

There's no sign of remorse
in your devotion.

And, without remorse, you'll
be condemned for all eternity.

You're here to comfort
us, brothers.

The only comfort we can give to your
soul is to take it away from Satan.

God will never absolve a parricide woman
who doesn't truly repent for her murder.

Ciro di ponte should have
concealed his identity.

Are you sure ciro di ponte is
at francesco cenci's service?

I'm sure of it, we
all recognized him.

It was him. He did it after
his master ordered him to.

Cenci took the girl when
she was only fourteen.

Her father found out where cenci
kept her and what she went through.

He freed her once many of
us went to confront him.

But he told tommaso he'd
have made him pay for it.

Why would have he waited
more than a year to do so?

Because tommaso talked
to prince colonna,

who promised him protection.

Tommaso told cenci who
kept a low profile.

Are you going to put
him in prison now?

This matter doesn't concern you.

If I were as cruel as people say,
I'd leave him to die in agony.

But I'll be merciful.

Finish him off.

Do it.

Your excellency... - I guess you
know nothing of his whereabouts.

He never tells us. - Pray we won't have
to use torture to get more out of you.

Your excellency...

A bargello officer in
the cenci's home...

What brings you here?

I'm here to arrest lord
francesco, your master.

Are you one of his henchmen?

I wish I could say so.

But, unfortunately, I'm...

I'm his son.

That's right.

I'm his oldest son.

I guess I'm not
appropriately dressed.

But you should tell my father.

If you're able to find him.

You have the duty to
collaborate with justice,

even if you are his son.

Even more so then, I'd say.

Is there any child of francesco
cenci that loves his father?

No, my friend. He hates us all.

And we repay him
with the same love.

He only spends his money to pay the
scoundrels he uses for his bad deeds,

just like the one he
committed last night.

This time, though, he stepped
on prince colonna's feet.

Something that'd get
the pope's attention.

As long as cenci doesn't
manage to escape.

We need to strike while
the iron is hot.

My father knows that, that's
the reason why he left Rome.

Well, I don't want
to sound like a spy,

but I'd look for him around rocca
di petrella if I were you.

Your excellency, I bid you
welcome on behalf of everyone.

I thank god for your
good health, francesco.

And do you also thank
me for coming back?

- Of course.
- Then you've already lied two times.

What about you, Beatrice?
Why don't you greet me?

I bowed my head.

I believe quietly paying my
respects would be more sensible.

Very good.

Always hold your viper's tongue
and we'll manage to get along.

- Can I greet you, father?
- You've just done it.

And you, chaplain? Any pleas to convince
me to repair the church's roof?

No, lord francesco. I just wanted to
know about your sons living away.

Giacomo, my oldest one,
is as healthy as ever.

I was talking about
Rocco and cristoforo.

Oh, those two...

I must admit I'm quite
pleased about them.

It's been a long time since they stopped
constantly asking me for money.

And I hope giacomo will
follow their example.

Are they coming back from Spain?

I have no idea.

Your father fears the guards are
coming here to put him in chains.

Did they talk about
that in your presence?

No, they weren't aware
I was listening.

It'll be the end for you if my
father finds out you told someone.

I only told you in order to make
you decide what to do next.

What to do about what?

You told me about a plea you sent to
the pope through your brother giacomo.

If your father ended in prison
and stopped tormenting you,

would you still confine
yourself in a convent?

If my father stopped
tormenting us,

even there I'd find more peace in a
convent than anywhere else in the world.

But, madam,

forgive me for saying this, life
doesn't just revolves around peace.

They say it's also made
of happiness and love.

Why would you be willing
to give that up forever?

Olimpio, I'll never
forget our friendship.

Just like I won't forget how you
accepting this friendship made me feel.

For this evening, at least, let's
call things by their true name.

That's impossible.

You're a cenci and
I'm your servant.

If you read my heart and
realized what I feel for you,

then forget it.

I would have summoned you
if you hadn't come here,

because I can finally
announce you some good news.

Your sister's wish
will be granted.

I presented myself her plea to the pope,
and he was kind enough to accept it.

You, cardinal, are the
benefactor of my family.

And none is more obliged
to you than my father.

Wrong, my friend.

Your father can't
count on me anymore.

If that's the true reason of your
visit, then destroy his illusion.

How can you believe
my father sent me?

Francesco cenci only seeks
alliances with scoundrels.

I know I look like one,

thanks to his stinginess,
but my soul is different.

Thank god for it.

I'm just curious, but I noticed everyone in
Rome has been talking about him, lately.

I would like to know
the truth about it.

The truth is that the holy father
is outraged, and rightly so.

They say that colonna is fanning the
pope's flames. - The pope isn't guided...

By prince colonna,
but by the holy spirit.

It's fair, after all.

When someone breaks the
rules like your father did,

the culprit's punishment
should set an example.

Don't get your hands dirty.

Justice will be done.

The sentence will have him
shed the most bitter tears.

Look! Look if they
forgot about me!

And I fell into this
trap like an idiot!

What did you wanted to do?
Go into hiding?

- It's hard to live a bandit's life.
- Because you think living a...

A prisoner's life would
be easier, you idiot?

That many soldiers only
to extort money from me!

I already knew one of the pope's nephews
sent an architect to my vineyards...

To study the land in order
to build a villa on it!

I damn pope aldobrandini
and all his kin!

You should damn Satan
for making you sin.

And you should put Satan on an altar, as
he constantly provides you with sinners.

The ones whose riches you milk.

You know that the porta pinciana fief
accounts for a third of my fortune!

You should be thankful for that.

Once you'll be less wealthy, you'll
also be less prone to commit bad deeds.

You want to make me believe that
you're only trying to save my soul?

No. No.

Consider it as an extreme measure
taken against your person.

As it will hurt what you love the
most: Your material possessions.

Due to your natural stinginess, this
punishment will be harsh enough,

that's what I told the
pope to convince him.

But I assure you he was more
inclined to imprison you.

Prison...

I already went to
prison in the past!

And it cost me a lot less!

I believe that.

Impunity is much less expensive when
it comes to justice's lower circles.

But the court had to take on your
case after what you did this time.

It's only natural that you'll have to
pay a higher price for your crimes.

Think about it, we ask for a third of your
fortune. It's not too much, after all.

That was a very difficult shot.

You're right.

And a very nice boar indeed.

You only hit it because
I missed it, though.

You've hit other targets recently,
isn't that right, monsignor?

It's easy when there's
so much game around.

Good for me, then,

or I'd have to live on a diet of bread
and water, after you leeched my money.

The bread of freedom
is priceless.

You can't compare a cell at Tor
di nona or corte savella...

With the woods of
petrella and this fresh air.

Finish your business here
and get me a safe conduct.

I've had enough of
this fresh air!

I'm afraid the air of Rome will be
unbreathable for you this whole summer.

The whole summer? You mean
I can't return to Rome?

Wasn't taking my money enough?
You want to exile me now?

To each his own, my friend.

The fief of porta pinciana
will be given to the treasury.

But the people will
ask for something.

They don't ask for much,
those poor people.

Not seeing you for a while
will be enough for them.

Very well.

But I want to make this clear...

- It'll only be until Autumn.
- Your excellency...

I want to be there when
the pope's nephew...

Will lay the first
stone of his new villa.

Any more bad news, monsignor,
or was this the last one?

Beatrice's calling
should make you happy,

as much as it pleased the pope.

Is that a wish or an order?

The difference is minimal, seeing that
it's coming from the holy father.

He's really overdoing it!

He takes a third of my fortune, he forces
me to stay here for the whole summer...

And now he wants me to
renounce to my beloved daughter,

who has insanely thought to spend
her life chanting in a convent.

If the pope needs more nuns, why doesn't he
spawn a daughter and send her to a convent?

The angels are deaf
to your profanities.

Because both you and them
don't want to listen!

You'll tell the pope he
can count, as always,

on the obedience of his devoted
servant francesco cenci.

You sent a plea to the "holy fool" to
have me allow you to join a convent.

Well, I gave my word I'd
have granted your wish.

Come in.

Get in!

Have a good look.

It's not that different
from a convent cell.

Something missing?

Yes, something's missing.
A crucifix.

You'll have one.

And you'll stay here
until the day I die.

How did the master die?

A tragedy. He fell
from a parapet.

A parapet of the walls
outside, close to the ditch.

You returned in time
to attend the funeral.

Even a cenci wouldn't
survive that kind of jump.

When did it happen?

The other night. People
say he had drunk a lot.

Perhaps he leaned
on the parapet...

As he was trying
to get some fresh air.

The railing broke and he fell.

This wood isn't rotten.

That isn't an important
detail, in my opinion.

Sometimes wood breaks even if
it isn't rotten, you know.

Right.

What are you doing
with that coat?

Give, it's mine!

- It's mine!
- Stop! It's so beautiful!

You gave it to me as a gift!

No...

Catalan!

Do you hear me, catalan?

Wake up!

Get up!

Get up!

Catalan, it's me, olimpio.

Do you recognize me?

- I told you he was a bandit!
- I'm afraid, let's leave!

Are you listening now?

Are you listening?

Gasparo returned today.

He's suspicious, he even left already.
We're afraid, we must follow him.

- Which road did he take?
- The one to Rome.

It's not for me.

Too many guards over there.

I hope two esteemed men
like you will forgive me,

but, given my physical constitution, I'm
practically done for if the fire goes out.

So, the cenci family,
as I was telling you,

and I mean the widow
and her two stepsons,

came to Rome in late October.

Lord francesco died in
mid-September, it seems.

Barely the time to
deal with the luggage.

This detail is also mentioned
in the denunciation letter.

Can I see it?

But we told you all
the essential facts.

I know, but I'm just curious
about the writing style.

You're tasked with finding the culprits, if
there are any, not who wrote the letter.

Of course, your
excellency, of course.

However, if I managed to find out
who's against the cenci family...

It's not necessary to be an enemy of the
cenci in order to be a friend of justice.

Naturally, of course.

But no one would write an anonymous
letter without something in return.

And it looks like the
work of a man of letters,

and, if you want
my humble opinion,

I don't think it could have been
done by someone uneducated.

I think you'll solve this riddle going to
rocca di petrella. - Yes, without a doubt!

Of course, I'll have
to get there...

With this cold weather...

With the bandits...

- I'd require an escort...
- You'll leave as soon as possible.

Your excellency, I only require
the time to prepare my clothes.

There's already snow in the
apennines during November.

It makes me really ill.

Very well, go prepare
your clothes.

But try not to take the whole
winter for that, understand?

Your excellencies...

Shouldn't we have put the case in the hands
of a more vigorous bargello officer?

You don't know him. Let
him work his own way.

Here.

Crossing the apennines
in this freezing cold...

Yes, indeed.

A bloodstained sheet.

Lady Beatrice sent
it to a washerwoman.

Did you know about this?

No, sir.

I'm the bargello officer, you see...

Nobody tells a bargello
officer anything.

People feel more inclined
to talk to a stranger,

someone who's just
passing by, like...

A merchant, a
tooth-puller or a coal-man.

People confess everything
to those kind of fellows.

That's the reason why
I never rush a case.

First, I send a few of my men.

Disguised, of course.

Disguised as coal-men,
merchants or tooth-pullers.

Get it?

So, when I arrive, I already
know a lot of things.

No, I don't think so.

- I reckon you know more than anyone.
- No, I assure you...

Yes, yes. You and your bandit friend, the
one with the coat. What's his name again?

A bandit with a coat?

I don't know anything.

After cenci's death,

people saw said bandit going around
wearing a very familiar coat.

A coat that belonged
to the deceased.

Moreover, the bandit started
spending quite freely.

How did he manage to
get rich so suddenly?

Do you know anything about it?

I believe you're talking about
marzio floriani, is that right?

The one they call "the catalan".

Of course. I haven't
seen him in a long time.

You're lying again.

- No, I...
- You were seen together multiple times.

Two whores claim you went looking for
him in the cave he uses as a hideout.

I guess you had a good
reason to go there.

Why don't you tell me?

We'll see if the catalan
will be as quiet as you are.

Search the area!

There he is! After him!

Too bad the bargello
wanted him alive.

Rope torture would make
a mute speak, you know.

You have a working
tongue, use it.

Harder.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop...

Stop!

Pull him down.

Water.

Is this the prisoner they
brought from petrella?

Yes, your excellency, the one
involved in the cenci case.

He's stubborn, your excellency.
Very much so.

How much rope torture
did he endure?

A lot. His shoulders are broken.

Try something different.

If you had any common sense,

you'd make the clerk
work instead of us.

Some moments of happiness are so precious
one'd pay them with his own life.

But my life wouldn't be worth
enough to buy back your love.

I wish a good greater
than life existed.

In order for you to ask
me to gift it to you.

This good exists.

Tell me what it is.

I could only tell you
if I didn't love you.

Forget that you love me, then.

Whatever this thing is,

remember that I'm ready
to give my life for you.

It's impossible, olimpio.

No one can dispose of his
life against god's will.

People can sacrifice
their life out of love.

But only their earthly life.

Not their eternal life.

Heaven is what you're giving
me here on this earth.

But is it worth
eternal damnation?

It would mean damning
your soul forever,

if I begged you...

Fo free me from the
hell on earth I'm enduring.

How can I free you?

There's only one way.

It happened the day after
the cardinal left.

Your father was furious over your
sister's wish to become a nun...

And locked her in a dungeon.

And I know why he
let her out of it.

Yes. And that's why your
sister decided to...

What I mean is, this is why...

Your sister developed
this terrible desire.

I know what she asked you to do, if
that's what you're trying to tell me.

I already talked to Beatrice.
It was the right thing to do.

I'm the older brother, I had
to give her my opinion.

And you... what's your opinion
on this matter, then?

Since we're talking
about my father,

I don't see anything
terrible about this desire.

You'll have to handle
it by yourselves.

I'll be in Rome.

My presence would just
arouse suspicions.

Why should we wait
until early September?

Because that's when lord francesco collects
the money from his fief in calabria.

He'll send a loyal henchman named
gasparo who's always by his side.

Gasparo's presence could make things
more complicated, you get it?

Very well.

Sir giacomo!

Take this.

It's just a little advance.

You'll get more once
the job's done.

I'm ready whenever you want.
You can find me here.

Over there.

Come.

I'll signal you
from that window.

He didn't drink more
than he usually does.

It's nothing.

He's more tired than
usual, perhaps.

Go get some sleep.

- Shall we remove his clothes?
- No.

It's better to leave him alone.

Cover him.

Now.

Why the nails?

You can't use a knife if you want
to make it look like an accident.

Olimpio!

One nail for you,
the other for me.

You have to do it alone, that's
why we're paying you! Go on!

Just do it!

I killed many, but
never anyone sleeping.

It's easier this way!

Use it as your advantage! Go on!

It's an act of cowardice.

So?

He says he can't kill
a man in his sleep.

If my father were awake, you wouldn't even
be brave enough to look him in the face.

And you think of
yourselves as men?

If you're such cowards,
I'll do it myself.

No, not you.

We'll do it.

Go, then.

Let's go.

You too.

I did it.

I'm going on the parapet.

No...

I'm taking this, he
won't need it anymore.

Hurry up, now.

We have to wrap in a sheet and
carry him on the parapet.

Hurry!

Bernardo!

Give us a hand.

What's the boy doing here?

"Then we threw the body
from the parapet,”

"to make it look like cenci
fell when the wood broke."

"Everything went
exactly as planned."

Olimpio calvetti's
confession condemns you.

Thanks to him, we know
that you're guilty, too.

- That man is insane.
- You dare deny your crime?

I deny. I deny.

I don't know anything
about what happened.

Are you also denying you and calvetti
were lovers, like he claimed?

It wouldn't be the first time a servant
bragged about this kind of thing.

We'll see who's lying
between you two.

This lady refutes
your confession.

She says you're
the sole culprit.

She claims to be innocent and
as pure as a Lily flower.

She told you the truth.

What? What did you say?

Speak up, I can't hear you.

Speak. Say what you have to say.

I seek your forgiveness, lady,

from the bottom of my soul,

for all the lies I said.

Forgive me.

I feel ashamed of not having
been able to endure the pain...

Thus telling them
all sort of lies.

The sort of lies the
magistrates wanted to hear.

You scoundrel!
You're mocking us!

I declare that the
lady is innocent.

And I call god, our
lord, as my only judge.

Leave god out of this.

Retracting your confession
was blasphemous enough.

I'm the sole murderer
of francesco cenci.

I deny with all my strength of having
murdered him through his daughter's will.

Take her away.

She really bewitched you!

You don't even realize she gave you her
body like a morsel thrown to a dog!

Your mere illusion of love
only made a tool out of you!

And yet you want to save her!

She didn't give me neither
her body nor illusions.

She didn't lie about me.

But I lied to you.

Before or after,
you lied for sure.

You gave us two truths.

But only the first
one can be true!

And you're going to repeat
it, word after word!

This is nothing compared to what you'll
suffer in hell if you keep not talking.

It's useless.

He's already there,
making the comparison.

Scoundrels!

How dare someone do such a thing
to a servant of the pope's nephew.

It's just like offending
the pope himself!

I know this man.

He was with the aldobrandini
family for about a year.

I see. I doubt his master
won't be pleased to hear that...

That he impaled himself on a
blade after falling off a carriage.

He previously served
the cenci family.

What was his name?
Gasparo, right?

He was also at
rocca di petrella.

Plenty of things to tell
his new master, I reckon.

Then, he just became useless.

Give him a burial.

He died after falling
off a carriage.

But he has a wound
on his back...

Well, it's not uncommon, nowadays in
Rome, to impale yourself on a blade...

After falling off a carriage.

Write the report as I said, then
recite the act of contrition.

An officer should never
be that suspicious.

People who don't confess their sins
keep them locked inside their souls,

and thus they will
face god as sinners.

What else could god do other
than hand you to the devils...

Who will keep on tormenting
you for all eternity?

Have pity on your soul, even if
you have none for your flesh.

Speak!

Speak, come on!

It's not innocence making you so
strong, but it's Satan himself!

All this suffering is
useless, dear sister.

Because we've been
much weaker than you.

If it must happen like this,

so be it.

It's not my fault...

It's them that...

Wanted to cover our
family name in shame.

I would have died a hundred
times under torture,

always denying, denying until
my last breath of life.

But if I have to
endure the infamy...

Of being condemned
as a parricide,

then I'm compelled to
reveal you the secret...

That I was adamant
to take to my grave.

You're free to leave,
gorgeous lady!

After you!

Did you hear me? You're free!

Come see the light
outside, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Seeing the daylight after such
a long time will do you good.

You weren't expecting this, huh?

Your father was so happy that a certain
thing happened that he forgave you.

Where are the women?

As a matter of fact, despite
what the chaplain might say,

money is the real staple
to human happiness.

My profit revolves around an
income, let's call it that way,

that I'll keep on receiving as long as
I'll be living in this valley of tears,

which only money can
make more worth living.

If my dear chaplain doesn't
mind it, of course.

Step in, girls! Come on!

Come to us!

Not bad at all.

Come.

Move it.

Look what I got here for
you, look at this beauty!

Show us your goods!

There's a thousand
ways to make money!

Imagine you had a hole in your pocket
for years, without even realizing it.

And the day you finally mend it,
you find yourself way richer!

Way richer with the money you'd
have continued to lose...

If you didn't mend
that hole in your pocket.

Sit down and show us!

Yes, like this! Show
us what you look like!

It's fair, don't you think?

Isn't it fair to
call this an income?

Don't cry, mother,
it'd make him mad.

Where's Beatrice?

Upstairs. She's dressing
up just like you ordered.

You didn't tell her the true reason
behind this celebration, right?

I did.

You idiotic beast!

I was waiting for her before
announcing the good news!

You could have told me.

Oh, really? It's useless to
keep them curious, then!

Friends, I'll now tell you the reason
behind this little celebration.

I heard that my second and third
sons, Rocco and cristoforo,

won't ever come back
from salamanca.

That's because they
both died of smallpox.

Let's celebrate!

A good Christian should always be
grateful to god for his kindness.

You get it? I have two less useless mouths
to feed, both gone in a single strike!

That's one big burden
off my shoulders!

Heaven itself mended
the hole in my pocket!

You're the most ungrateful
daughter there is.

I cancel your punishment,

I even invite you to my celebration
to share my happiness...

And yet you dare to appear
wearing those jinxed clothes.

You're ungrateful.

And you're also impudent!

I'm only a sister who mourns
her brothers by wearing black.

You chose the wrong time and
the wrong place to wear black.

Go change your clothes,

you black harbinger of bad luck.

Dress up accordingly
for a celebration.

And make yourself beautiful.

Your two sons are
dead, a toast to us.

What are you doing still
dressed like that?

Answer me.

What did I tell you to do?

If seeing my mourning dress
offends you that much,

why don't you send me
back to where I was?

I told you to take this dress
off and to wear your best one.

Obey me!

No!

No!

If, in that very moment,

she had a weapon in her hands...

And used it to
kill that monster,

wouldn't all of you have acquitted
her without hesitation?

Wouldn't you have
recognized and admitted...

That she was only defending
her honor and purity?

Sure! That animal deserved to die!
She did the right thing!

Everyone in Rome agrees.

- Everyone who?
- Well, the people... the citizens.

And since when the people
are allowed to judge cases?

It'd make things much
easier for us lawyers.

They believe everything
Beatrice said.

- They'd make her a Saint!
- But that's the truth!

She's a Saint!

The truth...

Do you always tell the truth
if you swear on a crucifix?

What wouldn't any of us swear
under those circumstances,

in order to save our life?

What I know is that all the cenci
are accused of the murder.

And when an entire
family gets condemned,

the apostolic chamber
seizes all their fortune.

And the cenci family owns
a substantial fortune.

It's about 500.000 scudi coins.

"Her honor and purity..."

Well...

When some disgraced individual breaks
the limits that nature and god...

Imposed between a
father and his daughter,

when said father doesn't
love his daughter,

because he wants to ravish her flesh and
soul, doesn't this man deserve to die?

Pray for your soul.

May god have mercy on you.

Is everything going as
decided in the sentence?

Yes, your holiness. The condemned are at
church and almost finished attending mass.

They'll get on the
scaffold after that.

Giacomo first, then
lucrezia and Beatrice.

The citizens are all very moved.

And so are we.

That's why we ordered
you to do that thing.

It will be done.

I posted two men on the parapet
of castel sant'Angelo.

They'll signal you with a torch
once Beatrice will be beheaded.

And in that very moment
we'll absolve her soul.

Leave us alone.

According to the
chroniclers of the time,

that the pope was surprised
and even appalled...

To hear that Beatrice's body,

brought that night to the church
of San Pietro in montorio,

had been followed by a
great crowd of people...

Who didn't sing nor
prayed but wept in silence.

For weeks and months,

flowers brought by everyone
in Rome covered her grave.

Bernardo was freed the
following Tuesday.

The company of San marcello, who had
the privilege of freeing a prisoner...

In occasion of the
celebration of the holy cross,

managed to Grant him freedom upon the
condition that he paid, during that year,

25.000 scudi coins to the company
of Santa trinita in ponte sisto.

The seizure of the cenci family's
fortune was revoked eight years later,

through the payment of
80.000 scudi coins.

Their properties were given
back to giacomo's children,

with the exception of the huge torre Nova
estate which couldn't be returned...

As it had been acquired by
Giovanni francesco aldobrandini,

the pope's nephew.

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