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Are you sure this concerns a Cenci ?

We know even less than you.

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

I spoke to a sympathizer, a few minutes ago.

And he mentioned the Cenci ?

Yes, two in Tor di Nona and two in Corte Savella.

Yes, that was it.

Two in Tor di Nona and two in Corte Savella.

The other brothers went to visit both jails.

One group went to Tor di Nona,

where Giacomo and Bernardo Cenci were held prisoner.

The other group went to Corte Savella,

where Beatrice and her mother-in-law were kept.

The rumours weren't wrong.

According the usage, a duplicate of the judgment

had been sent to Prospero Farinaccio,

the lawyer who had been in charge of the defence.

The lawyer was now reading it

to his colleagues Giorgio Diedi, Rutilio Altieri

and Planca di Coronata.

And so the young Bernardo

will also get up

on the scaffold.

But only to witness the execution.

He'll be locked away for one year.

And then he'll row on the pope's galley

till the end of times.

You can hardly call that an act of clemency.

A life worth nothing but pain and agony.

Death will come as a sweet deliverance.

There's no need to get heated, fellow colleagues.

You can't win all the time.

You, Farinaccio,

read the judgment.

- Do I really have to ? - No, it's useless.

It's the same old song:

assets and goods will be seized.

That's the way it always goes.

All goods, assets, real estate

and private property

will be handed over to the Treasury

and the apostolic chamber.

That's 500 000 gold coins for the Treasury.

Beatrice

is innocent !

I understand.

The sentence will be carried out tomorrow morning.

Madam, your mother-in-law and your sister

will be beheaded.

You, sir Giacomo Cenci,

will endure torture

and be dismembered publicly.

Embrace it, poor thing. Embrace the image of Christ Crucified.

He was innocent and he suffered a lot more than you did.

Ask St Paul for forgiveness as he was also beheaded.

Beg him to assist you during the ultimate hour.

Ask God for forgiveness.

How can you pray to God like that, so detached?

Didn't you offend him enough already?

There's no sign of remorse in your prayers.

Without remorse, you'll be damned.

You're here to comfort me, brothers.

The only comfort we can offer to your soul

is to take it away from Satan !

God won't absolve a parricide

unless he truly repents himself.

Ciro di Ponte should have concealed her true identity.

Ciro di Ponte is at Francesco Cenci's service ? Are you sure ?

It was him all right. We all recognized him.

Yes, it was him. He did it because of his master.

Cenci ravished the daughter, she was barely 14.

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

We rallied many people and went to free her.

Cenci did let her go but he threatened Tommaso.

Why would he have waited as long as a year ?

Because Tommaso addressed himself to prince Colonna,

who granted him protection.

He told Cenci who kept quiet.

Are you going to throw him in jail now ?

This is none of your business.

If I were as cruel as it is rumoured, I would let him die very slowly.

But I'm merciful.

Finish him off.

Finish him off.

- Excellency... - And you know nothing about his whereabouts I presume.

He hasn't confided his sins yet.

You should pray we won't coerce your confession.

Excellency...

A barigel (the chief of the archers) at Cenci's villa...

What brings you here ?

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

Are you one of his henchmen ?

I certainly would like to have the honor.

Unfortunately, I'm...

his son.

Yes.

I'm his oldest son.

I guess I'm not dressed properly.

You should tell my father.

If you find him.

You have the duty to collaborate,

even if you're his son.

Even more so, I'd say.

Is there a son Francesco Cenci loves more than any other?

No, my friend. He hates us all.

In return, we despise him.

His money is only meant for those scoundrels whom he so desperately needs,

to commit his villainous deeds, just like the one he committed this night.

Except this time,

he stomped on prince Colonna's feet.

I'm sure his loud voice will come to the pope's ears.

Unless, he manages to escape. We have to act quickly and seize this opportunity.

My father knows that. That's why he left Rome in the first place.

I wouldn't like to be considered as a traitor,

but if I were you...

I would send some troops somewhere around Rocca di Petrella.

Excellency, I bid you welcome.

I thank God for your splendid health.

- What about me ? Do you thank me ? - Of course.

You've already lied twice.

What about you ? Why don't you pay me your respects ?

I bowed my head.

It seems more appropriate to pay tribute in silence.

Good.

Watch that poisonous tongue of yours

and we'll get along just fine.

- Can I salute you, father ? - Done.

And you, chaplain, aren't you going to ask me

to repair the church's roof ?

No sir. I was looking forward to hear some news about your sons.

Giacomo, the elder, is healthy as ever.

I'm talking about Rocco and Cristoforo.

I have to say...

I'm quite pleased with these two.

They gave up

asking me money all the time.

I hope Giacomo will soon follow in their footsteps.

Are they coming back from Spain ?

Who knows !

Your father fears

to be taken away in chains.

Did they talk about that in your presence ?

No...

They didn't know I was listening.

You won't live long if my father finds out.

I only told you, so that you knew exactly what to do.

About what ?

You mentioned a petition which you sent to the pope

through the intervention of your brother Giacomo.

What would you do if your father...

spent the rest of his days in jail ?

Would you still confine yourself in a convent ?

Even if my father ceased

tormenting us

I'd be more at peace in a convent

than anywhere else in the world.

But madam,

forgive me if I say so,

life is far from being peaceful.

Life is also about happiness and love.

Why would you give that up forever ?

Olimpio, I'll never forget your sincere friendship.

Nothing makes me more happy than that.

If only for this evening,

let's call things by their true name.

That's impossible.

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

If you know what I'm feeling deep down in my heart,

forget about our rank and status.

Dear child, I asked for you

in order to announce you the good news.

Your sister's wish will be granted.

I presented her petition to the Holy Father,

who was kind enough to accept it.

Eminence, you are the benefactor of our family.

None is more obliged to you than my father.

No, my friend, your father can't count on my help anymore.

If that's the reason of your visit,

I advise you to mislead him.

How can you even think he sent me ?

My father's followers are nothing but villains and scum.

I certainly look like one,

thanks to his stinginess. However, my soul doesn't belong to him.

Thank God.

I'm just curious... His name is on every Roman's lips.

I would like to know the truth though.

The truth is the Holy Father is outraged, with good reason as it seems.

It is rumoured that Prince Colonna has managed to catch the pope's full attention.

It's not prince Colonna who guides his grace but the Holy Spirit.

And it's fair enough.

When a man as powerful as Cenci breaks the rules,

the punishment should serve as example.

Don't get your hands dirty.

Justice will be done.

He's going to face his sentence with the most bitter tears.

Look !

Check out if he forgot me !

I fell into the trap just like the idiot I am.

Don't tell me you want to go underground ? It's hard to live a crook's life.

You think a prisoner's life is more enjoyable ? Moron !

A single army whose only purpose is to extort money from me !

The pope's nephew has commissioned an architect to check on my Vines.

I gather he's anxious to build a new villa.

I damn you pope Aldobrandini and I damn your kin as well !

You should damn Satan who prompted you to sin.

And you, you should build an altar in Satan's name

as he provides you with wealthy sinners.

My Porta Pinciana fief accounts for the third of my fortune !

And you should praise the heavens for that.

You'll be somewhat poorer but you'll also lead a more pious life.

And now you're going to tell me that the pope's only purpose is to save my soul ?

No.

This is quite an extreme measure

if one considers that it hurts you at your most weakest point:

your purse.

In order to convince his grace, I had to prove him

that the punishment was harsh enough,

considering your proverbial stinginess.

Believe me, he was inclined to lock you up in jail without further notice.

Jail...

I already went to jail.

It's no big deal. And it cost me less.

I believe you.

Impunity costs less

in justice's lower circles.

But you went so far beyond this time

that the Supreme Court had to take on your case.

It's only fair that you should pay the high prize.

Come to think of it and considering what's at stake,

a third of your fortune,

that's not too much to ask.

Except that it took a long time and hard work to get there.

Yes, certainly.

That's a very nice boar.

You killed it only because I missed it.

You do catch a lot of preys these days,

don't you, Eminence ?

It's easier when there's plentiful of game.

Which is exactly what will save me.

Otherwise, I would need to go on a diet,

after leeching off my fortune.

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.

Find an agreement

and send me a safe-conduct.

I'm sick of this air !

I fear Rome's air is quite unbreathable during the summer.

All summer ? I can't go back to Rome then.

As if plundering me were not enough. You also want to ban me ?

To each his own, my friend.

The land of Porta Pinciana

will be handed to the Treasury.

but the people also want their share.

Mind you, they don't ask for much..

They just don't want to see you for a little while.

Very well.

But let's get this clear...

Only until autumn.

And I want to be there when the Holy Father's nephew

will lay the first stone of his villa.

Have you any other bad news ?

Beatrice's calling should make you happy

as much as it would please the Holy Father.

Is that a wish or an order ?

Coming from the Holy Father I don't see the point arguing about it.

His grace sure knows how to take advantage from this situation.

He takes a third of my possessions, bans me all summer

and wants to keep me away from my beloved daughter,

who, for some reason, has

put her mind to singing in a convent.

If he needs virgin nuns so badly,

why doesn't he spawn a daughter and send her to the convent.

The angels won't your profanity.

The hell with them. And you too.

Tell the pope

he can count, as always,

on his most devoted servant's obedience.

Francesco Cenci.

You send a request to the Holy-lmbecile

because you thought I wouldn't let you join the holy orders.

I gave my word and will grant your wish.

Here's to you...

Come in.

Look carefully.

This looks a lot like a convent cell.

Is there something missing ?

Yes, something's missing. A crucifix.

We'll give you one and you'll stay here until I die.

You came back to attend the funeral.

Falling from the balcony, that's peculiar, even for a Cenci.

When did that happen ?

The other night.

People say he drank a lot.

He must have leaned on the railing,

while taking a breath of fresh air.

The railing gave way and he fell.

The wood...

didn't seem to be rotten.

That doesn't prove nothing, in my opinion.

It looks like sometimes happens that the wood is without being rotten.

Yes...

Hey, you...

What are you doing with this coat ?

Give, it's mine.

- It's mine. - Leave it be, it's so beautiful.

You gave me this as a gift, didn't you ?

The Catalan !

Do you hear me ?

Wake up !

Get up.

It's me, Olimpio.

Do you recognize me ?

Come, I told you he was a crook.

- I'm afraid. - Let's leave.

Are you listening to me now ?

Are you listening ?

Gasparo came back this morning.

He's suspicious, he already left. We're afraid, we have to follow him up.

- Which way did he go ? - He took the route to Rome.

That doesn't sound too good.

There are way too many henchmen over there.

I beg you to forgive me

but if the fire goes out

I'm afraid, in my condition, that I'm done.

The Cenci, as I told you,

the widow and her two sons-in-law,

came back to Rome late in october.

Don Francesco died several weeks before or so it seems.

He barely had the time to unpack his luggage.

It's all in the denunciation letter.

Can I see it ?

You know the essential facts.

It's just that I'm curious... about the style.

Your role is to find the culprits,

if there are any, not the informant.

Certainly, your Excellency.

However if I could find out

who wishes ill to the Cenci...

One is not compelled to hate the Cenci to love justice.

Yes, your Excellency, of course.

But we have to consider that an anonymous accusation

always serves the beholder's interests.

In this case, it clearly looks like the work of someone who's educated and cultured.

In my humble opinion

this can't be the doing of someone who's illiterate.

It's up to you to find out the truth in Rocca di Petrella.

Yes, without a doubt.

Of course, you'll have to go there.

Bearing the cold...

And the thieves...

- An escort would be of great help. - Leave as soon as possible.

Your Excellency, I need some time to check the equipment and prepare the trip.

Snow falls as early as november in the Apennines.

I can't stand the cold.

Good, prepare yourself then.

But I expect you to settle this matter as quickly as possible !

Excellencies...

We should have entrusted this case

to a more expedient barigel (the chief of the archers).

You don't know him. Let him do it his own way.

Here.

Crossing the Apennines in this weather and cold...

That's it.

A blood-stained sheet.

Lady Beatrice

sent it to a washerwoman.

Did you know about this ?

No, sir.

You see...

I'm a barigel (the chief of the archers).

Nobody tells me anything.

People feel more at ease talking to a complete stranger.

Someone who's just passing by. Someone like...

A trader, a doctor,

a coal-man.

People whom you can confide in.

This is the reason why I never haste myself.

First, I send

a few trustworthy men,

disguised as coal-men or traders

or doctors. You get the picture ?

When I arrive, I already know lots of things.

In these circumstances

you certainly know more than I do, sir.

No, I don't quite agree.

I'm most certainly sure that you know more than everyone.

- No, I assure you... - Yes, yes.

You and the bandit with the coat... what's his name again ?

A bandit ? With a coat ?

I know nothing about these things.

After Cenci's death,

he was seen strolling around

with a coat that everybody knew.

A coat which belonged to the deceased.

Then, he started throwing money around.

How did he become so rich all of sudden ?

You know something about that ?

You're certainly talking about...

Marzio Floriani.

The one who's called...

the Catalan.

I haven't seen him

in ages.

Another lie.

- No, listen... - You were seen together.

Two whores claim that you looked for him in his hide-out,

while they were there.

I'm sure you had a good reason to look for him. Won't you tell us ?

We'll see if the Catalan will remain as mute as you are.

There he is. Catch him.

Look out and search through the bushes.

He's there, quick !

It's too bad the barigel wanted him alive.

Quartering would even make the mute speak.

You have a tongue, use it.

Harder.

Enough !

Stop !

Stop !

Pull him down.

Water.

Is he the prisoner from Petrella ?

Yes, your Excellency. It seems he's involved in the Cenci case.

He's stubborned, Excellency, exceedingly so.

How many pullings did he endure ?

A lot. His shoulders are broken.

You need to try something different.

If you had any common sense,

you'd put the registrar to work.

One could buy a few moments of happiness with his own life.

Alas, mine wouldn't be enough

to buy back your love.

I would like there to be a good far greater than life.

If only you'd ask me to give it to you.

It exists, Olimpio.

Tell me what it is.

I could only tell you if I weren't in love with you.

Forget that you love me then.

Whatever it is,

I'm ready to sacrify myself for you.

It's impossible, Olimpio.

No one can dispose of himself against God's will.

One can sacrifice his life out of love.

His earthly life I mean.

Not his eternal life.

My own paradise is the one you're giving me here on earth.

Is it worth damnation ?

If I begged you

to deliver me from this hell

I would ask you to damn your soul.

Tell me how to deliver you.

There's only one way.

It happened the day after the cardinal's departure.

Your father, outraged by your sister's wish to become a nun,

locked her up in a dungeon.

I know the cruel reason why he let her go.

Yes and this is why your sister decided to...

I mean...

this is why

her heart bore

such an unspeakable feeling.

I know exactly what she asked you to do, if that's what you're talking about.

I talked about it with Beatrice. It was the right thing to do.

Being the elder, I had to give her my advice.

And you...

what's your take on this matter ?

Since we're talking about my father,

there's nothing shameful about it.

You have to do it on your own.

I'll be in Rome all the while.

My presence would inevitably arouse suspicions.

Why should we wait early september?

This is the time of the year when sir Francesco collects taxes

from his fief in Calabria.

He'll send Gasparo, a loyal henchman who follows him everywhere.

He could seriously hinder us. Got it ?

I understand.

Sir Giacomo !

Here.

This is just a small foretaste.

Once the deed accomplished, you'll get more.

Once you're ready, you'll find me here.

Over there...

Come.

I'll send you a signal from this window.

He didn't drink more than usual.

Don't worry.

He's more tired maybe.

Go to bed and take some rest.

- Do you want us to undress him ? - No.

Don't trouble him.

Cover him up.

Now.

What's with the nails ?

It must look like an accident. Using a dagger won't do it.

Olimpio !

One for you, the other for me.

You have to do it yourself. That's why you're being paid.

Come on !

Make up your mind.

Look, I killed a lot of people, but never in their sleep.

It's easier.

Take advantage of it. Do it !

This is an act of cowardice.

So ?

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

If he were awake

you wouldn't have the courage to look him straight in the face.

And you call yourselves men ?

If you are not up to it I'll do it.

No, not you !

We'll do it.

- Go then. - Vas-y.

You too, come.

It's done.

I'm going...

on the balcony.

I'll take this, he won't need it anymore.

We have to act, now.

Let's wrap him in a sheet and carry him on the balcony.

Hurry up.

Bernardo !

Help us.

What's he doing here ?

''And then we threw the body from the balcony,

''in such a way that everybody would believe it was an accident."

''Everything went the way we planned it.''

Olimpio Calvetti's full confession condemns you.

Now, we know that you're guilty too.

- This man is crazy. - How dare you deny it ?

I deny, yes. I deny.

I don't know what happened.

I was told, like everybody else, that my father fell from the balcony.

Calvetti claims you were lovers. Do you deny it ?

It wouldn't be the first time that a servant

would brag about this.

Let's see who's lying.

This lady refutes

your confession.

She pretends you're guilty.

She innocent and pure

like a lily flower.

She says the truth.

What are you saying ?

I can't hear you.

Speak up. Say what you have to say.

From the bottom of my soul,

I beg you to forgive me, lady,

for all my lies.

Forgive me.

I feel so ashamed

of not being able to withstand

the pain and say

all sorts of lies...

just to please the magistrates.

You're insulting us, scoundrel !

Hear me out ! My lady

is innocent.

And I call upon my only judge,

God, our Lord.

Leave God out of this. Retracting your confession was blasphemous enough.

I am...

the sole murderer of Francesco Cenci.

And I deny

committing this crime through his daughter's will.

Bring her out.

Look at you. You're really bewitched !

And yet she gave herself up to you like a mere bone thrown to a dog.

You let yourself fool by a love that was only meant to make a tool out of you.

And you want to save her !

She did not give herself up nor did she dangle herself in front of me.

She didn't lie.

I did.

You lied all right.

You made us swallow two truths.

But only one is true: the first one !

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

You'll go through far worse torments and tortures in hell

if you keep quiet...

It's useless. He's already in hell, I think.

The villains !

How dare he do this to a servant of the pope's nephew.

This is nothing but an offense to the pope himself.

I know him. He was with the Aldobrandini for a year.

That's enough. I doubt his master

won't be pleased to learn he impaled himself on a blade.

He served the Cenci.

What was his name ? Gasparo ?

He was also at Rocca di Petrella.

He had plenty of things to confess to his new master.

Then, he became useless.

Bury him.

He died, falling from a carriage.

What about the wound on his back ?

In Rome, nowadays,

it's not unusual to fall on daggers.

Write down what I told you and then recite an act of contrition.

A henchman shouldn't be suspicious to such an extent.

If one doesn't confess his sins

he will keep them in his soul, and thus face God has a sinner.

What do you expect the Lord to do ? Be sure he'll hand you out to the devils

and they'll torment you for all eternity.

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

Speak !

Come on, speak !

It's not faith nor innocence who gives you this strength,

but Satan himself !

All these torments are useless, little sister.

We were a lot weaker than you.

If it must be that way

so be it.

I'm not to blame.

They're the ones...

who covered

our name in shame.

I may die hundred times facing all kinds of torture

but I shall stand firm

and I shall deny, until

my very last breath.

But if I have to endure the disgrace

of a conviction for parricide,

in that case

I'm compelled to reveal you the secret

I was resolved

to take to my grave.

Please leave, fair lady.

Didn't you pay attention ? You're free.

Come and take a look at the light.

Come.

Come on.

It's nice to feel the light after such a long time.

That's unexpected, uh ?

Your father is so happy about a particular event

that he forgave you.

My friends,

I made such a good profit

that it calls for a little celebration.

With al due respect to the chaplain,

money is one's true source of happiness.

It's some sort of private income

which I'll be blessed to receive as long as I'll be living in this valley of tears.

Life indeed is sweeter with money,

if the chaplain allows me to say so.

All right, already. Step in, ladies.

Not bad.

Come !

Come forward.

Look how pretty you are.

It's yours. Show us...

There are thousand ways to make money.

lmagine you had a hole in your pocket

all these years, without even knowing it.

The very day you mend this hole, you suddenly find yourself

loaded with a heap of gold coins.

Those very gold coins

which you still would loose if you hadn't take care of the hole.

Sit down and show us.

Yes, like that. Show us what you are made of !

Don't you think it's quite fair

to consider this a private income ?

Don't cry, mother, he'd be mad.

Where's Beatrice ?

She's dressing up, exactly as you ordered.

I hope you didn't divulge her the reason of this banquet ?

Yes, I did.

You filthy brute !

I was waiting for her to announce the good news.

You should have warned me.

Is that so ? There's no need

to keep 'em waiting then.

Sirs, I am now going to tell you

the very reason of this banquet.

I heard that two of my sons,

Rocco and Cristoforo

won't ever come back from Salamanca.

They both died of smallpox.

This is cause enough for celebration.

A good christian

should always praise God for his kindness.

You get it ? In one stroke, I got rid

of two useless and greedy mouths.

That's a burden less to live with.

The heavens were gracious enough to mend the hole in my pocket.

You're the most ungrateful of all girls.

I forgive you,

I invite you to this banquet, to share my joy

and you dare to present yourself in those clothes !

You're ungrateful.

And impudent !

I'm only

a sister who mourns her brothers.

This is not the right place

nor the right moment to mourn.

You should change clothes,

bird of ill omen !

This is a celebration. Dress up accordingly.

Make yourself pretty.

Your sons are dead... Cheers.

What are you doing with those clothes ?

Answer !

What did I tell you ?

If you're offended by my mourning

why don't you send me away ?

I told you to take this dress off

and to put the best one you have.

Obey !

If she had

a weapon at that very moment

and had killed this monster

wouldn't you have acquitted me ?

Wouldn't you have to admit

that she only tried to stand up for

her honor and her purity ?

Certainly.

The pig deserved to die. She killed him and she did the right thing.

Everybody says so.

- Who's everybody ? - Well, the people...

Since when do the people

have anything to say in court ?

It would make things easier for us, lawyers.

They take everything Beatrice's saying for granted.

She's a St.

That's the truth. She's a St.

The truth...

isn't necessarily the truth, even if sworn on a crucifix.

Wouldn't you swear on anything

just to save your life ?

It all boils down to this: all the Cenci are accused of this crime.

Everybody knows what happens when an entire family is convicted.

The apostolic chamber eventually seizes all her goods and properties.

And Cenci's fortune is quite substantial, not to say huge.

It has been appraised at 500 000 gold coins for the very least.

''Her honor and purity...''

When a poor soul oversteps the limits

set up by nature and God all mighty,

when he hates his creature

to the point of ravishing her very flesh and soul,

doesn't he deserve to die ?

Pray for your soul.

May the lord have pity upon you.

Is everything going according the judgment ?

Yes, Holy Father. The convicts are at church.

They will hear mass and then brought to the scaffold.

Giacomo first. Lucrezia and Beatrice further on.

The people are overwhelmed.

And so are we.

And we have ordered what you know.

It will be done.

I posted two men on top of the St-Ange castle.

When Beatrice's head will fall on the ground, they'll send you a signal.

We'll deliver her soul from evil

and grant her absolution at this very moment.

Leave now.

According the chroniclers of these days,

the pope was astonished and even appalled

to hear that Beatrice's mortal remains,

had been followed by a huge crowd, as she was carried to San Pietro in Montorio.

The crowd didn't sing nor prayed but wept silently.

For weeks and months,

the people of Rome came and covered her grave with flowers.

Bernardo was freed the following tuesday.

Enjoying the privilege

to free a prisoner during the celebration of the Holy Cross,

The company of San Marcello allowed him to gain freedom upon condition that he paid

25 000 gold coins to the Santa Trinit� company in Ponte Sisto the same year.

Even the seizure of Cenci's patrimony was revoked eight years later,

against the payment of 80 000 gold coins.

Cenci's lands were given back to Giacomo's sons,

except for the Torre Nova estate

who had been acquired by Gian Francesco Aldobrandini,

the pope's nephew.

Adaptation .. Anna Devoto

Subtitling .. DUBBING BROTHERS English translation .. GUNGI