All language subtitles for The Sinful Nuns of Saint Valentine1974

The Sinful Nuns of St. Valentine

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Señor Esteban.

Good heavens.

There's nothing here.

Thank you. I must make it.

You've lost too much blood.
What happened?

- Where's Lucita?
- She waited all night, but had to return.

The nuns might find her.

- Go and get her, Joaquin.
- Right, I'm going.

How can I go to the convent at night?

If they see me, I'm in trouble.

I know, but only you can do it.

Lucita must know. She must heal me.

If I die here, there'll be even greater
trouble for you and everyone.

- Don't move.
- Don't you think so?

Be very quiet.

Damn.

Forgive me, Lord.

- Saint Valentine be blessed.
- May he always be blessed.

My love.

Lucita.

- Who did this?
- The Inquisition's guards.

They accused me of heresy
and murdering Bishop Doloso.

- Who accused you?
- It was anonymous.

My parents? How is that possible?

The Albornoz and Fuentes families
have hated each other for generations.

You are a Fuentes who loves an Albornoz.

Another evil deed to prevent our marriage.

Someone told them I would carry you off.

If they know all, it's terrible.

Lucita takes her vows in five days.

The Inquisition will be after you.
By all the saints in heaven!

Help us. Look after Esteban.

You're the only friend we have left.
I'll be grateful.

That won't help me when I'm dead.

- Go.
- He cannot be moved.

You said so yourself.

Be reasonable. Look at him.

What about me?
I'm crapping my pants!

All right, but only tonight.

Tomorrow you must go.
I won't change my mind.

We could have been
far from here by now, free.

But they won't keep me from you.

Go now. We'll find a way. I swear.

You'll find a way tomorrow. Now let's go.

- What are you doing in my bed?
- I was waiting for you.

It's cold.
We'll keep each other warm. Come on.

- Go to your bed. Don't be stupid.
- I'm not stupid.

- Where have you been?
- I wasn't feeling well.

Really? Who brought the medicine?

Joaquin? I heard him, you know.

You can trust me.

You're here for the same reason as I am.

Your parents don't want you
to marry the man you love.

So they put you here.

Come on.

You don't want the abbess
to discover your secrets, do you?

Confide in me. Unburden your heart.

Wouldn't you like to? I won't say anything.

But I've done nothing wrong.

I just received a message.

And you've never seen him?

Never ever?

But I won't say anything.

Be nice to me...

and I won't say anything.

- Hey, baldy.
- Are you talking to me?

We're looking for a murderer,
a heretic fleeing from the Inquisition.

A murderer, by Saint Valentine!

- Why look for him in a convent?
- We found traces of blood nearby.

Then you're sure to find him.

- Are you sure he's not here?
- This is a convent!

The pious nuns of Saint Valentine
don't shelter heretics.

You've got an answer for everything.

Do you realize that whoever shelters
a heretic also goes to the stake?

They're after you.

It's getting more dangerous
for you and the señorita.

And for you. Tonight I'll slip away.

- Who is it?
- Lucita.

Here. I've brought you something to eat.

How can you feel like eating?

I feel ill. I have an urgent need.
I'll be back in a minute.

- I'm leaving tonight.
- I'll come too.

No. I'm not well enough to go very far.

I'll hide nearby.

As soon as we can, we'll flee.

- Who will care for you?
- I'll manage.

My stay here brings danger.
Joaquin is right.

I, too, must be careful.

My roommate knows something.

Josefa. She's capable of anything.

I can't wait to flee with you.

I just need to recover. It won't take long.

There are guards everywhere.
They'll find you.

I've changed my mind.
You can't leave, alas.

Joaquin, you're an angel.

That's for me. They want me.

But you must leave, señorita. Please.

Lucita, be careful.

Don't trust anyone.

Watch this Josefa. Don't
arouse her suspicion.

What are you doing? You scared me to death.

Let me leave, Joaquin.
It's better for everyone.

No, I promised señorita Lucita.

To go out in daylight would be suicide.

What is it? First you were anxious
for me to leave, but now -

I've found a safe hiding place.
I'll take you there tonight.

As soon as you're better,
you can leave. Come on.

Those bastards who wounded me.

Look at the state of Sister Rosario.

Look at her.

This wretch has lost all
sense of our community.

She doesn't participate in holy services.

She offends the church that received her.

That's not true. God is with me.

I've done nothing wrong.
You four know it.

I've been ill for a long time.

Because of you four.
Because of you, Sister Pilar.

I've always tried to
help you, poor Rosario.

You and your friends tied me to the bed!

Be silent, you wretch.

God, have mercy on me.
You know I am innocent.

You see?

She is full of pride.

She dares address the Lord.

It is true. Sister Rosario is ill.

But her illness is demoniacal.

The devil has bewitched her.

Through her, the devil mocks,
tempts and insults us.

Now, pray for her.

All of you.

You will kill her. Have mercy on her.

How dare you.

And you, who will soon take your vows,
take a good look.

See how sin manages to
penetrate everywhere.

The devil manages to penetrate
even the house of the Lord.

No! Enough!

Enough! Mercy!

Have mercy. I have done nothing wrong.

I am not possessed by the devil.

I'd like to be in the abbess's place.

See how she takes Rosario's body.

In five days,
we'll be calling you sister, Lucita.

- Is your soul ready?
- Yes, Mother, I'm ready.

- Any regrets?
- None.

You have a strong vocation.

But as for you, Josefa,
come and see me after reflection.

Here you'll be safe. No
one will ever find you.

I can believe it. You're a magician.

It's like a prison. Who else knows of it?

In a few days, you'll be better,
and you can leave.

I'll bring you food.

And Lucita?

Not so many questions. Leave it to me.

Stop this kissing!

The service will soon be over,
and the nuns will be back.

- Till tomorrow.
- Till tomorrow.

A few more hours and we'll be gone.

- Are you afraid?
- No, I'm only afraid of your wound.

Forget that. Everything is fine.

Josefa. They have killed Josefa.

Help. Help. Sacrilege.

- Murder.
- What a lot of blood.

- Someone has killed Josefa.
- They've desecrated our house.

A murder.

In our house. It is unprecedented.

Poor Josefa.

Who could have hated you so much, my soul?

Carry her into the church.

Let's call Joaquin to help us.

No, no one must enter our quarters.

You, you lift her up.

But where's Lucita?

You were so close, and you didn't wake up?

You are a very heavy sleeper, my dear.

So...

talk.

It's for your own good.

Answer.

Why did you pretend to be asleep?

Why were you dressed?

Did you kill Josefa de Olmeda?

Confess. Answer. It's for your own good.

No. I didn't do it.

Why suffer unnecessarily?

Ta I k.

Confess, and all this will stop.

Isidro, write this down.

The accused...

stubbornly refuses to answer the questions.

You have killed your roommate.

It's abominable.

But you must confess
why you have committed this crime.

Let her down.

I have another way to make you talk.

You would be well advised to confess.

You don't know Father Onorio.
He's feared throughout Andalusia.

Even the dumb learn to speak
when he interrogates them.

Lucita.

Lucita, my daughter. How is this possible?

Go away.

- I don't want to see you. It's all your fault.
- My fault?

How can I be responsible
for what you have done?

What do you mean? Do you believe
that I killed that wretch?

My father believes I am a murderess.

How shameful.

It's a trick. I've fallen into a trap.

But I'm innocent, innocent.

If I find myself in this position,
you alone are to blame.

I loved Esteban, and I
could have married him.

But no.

You have sacrificed me
to your prejudices, without mercy.

Without mercy.

Our family, the very noble Fuentes family,
must not marry into the Albornoz family.

This hate has gone on for centuries.

Rather a nun for a daughter
than the affront of such a union.

Right, Father?

This Esteban is an excommunicated heretic
and, even worse, a murderer.

That's a lie. You know
that better than anyone.

He ran away, so he must be guilty.

But now he's dead, so why speak of him?

I'll try to free you from the Inquisition.

I'll use all my influence.

But then you will be confined
in a cloistered convent,

among those buried alive.

If you do that, I'll kill myself,
and remorse will torment you forever.

I am convinced of her innocence.

I know her, Father Onorio. Believe me.

Really?

If you listened, you heard my daughter
is in love with Esteban Albornoz.

- So?
- Esteban has avoided capture.

He may be involved in this.

Perhaps he contacted my daughter.

I don't know what to think.

Lucita, led astray by that heretic,

may have committed something imprudent,
but not a murder.

Don't you realize that,
to defend her, you accuse her doubly?

A novice who flirts
with an excommunicated heretic,

who is guilty of the murder
of a holy man, Bishop Doloso.

She will at least be an accomplice.

There is no evidence against her.

Those who rebel against their fathers
will rebel against God.

A fine sentence,
but not enough to condemn her.

I decide that, not you.

Not even the Inquisitor of Seville
can address Alonso Fuentes in this manner.

I fought the Moors for our queen.

I'll seek justice from her.

No one on earth can stop Father Onorio.

God guides me!

Call the nuns!

I want to question all of them!

So...

this heretic, who has been
excommunicated by the Church,

could be directly or indirectly responsible

for the crime
which has desecrated this holy house.

That doesn't mean, however,
that Lucita Fuentes is any less guilty.

Her illicit contacts with this infamous
person condemn her just the same.

But I must seek the whole truth,
and I am here to find it.

If any of you know anything
that could help justice, speak.

Speak freely.

Lucita has seemed agitated and nervous
for the past three or four days.

She did not pray in church.
She was wrapped up in her own thoughts.

She would quickly return to her room,
the room of poor Josefa.

And you, doña Encarnaciòn,
do you have anything to say?

No, most reverend Father.

I think the poor wretch was nervous

because on Sunday she would take her vows.

Her nervousness made her hungry.

I saw her take leftovers from the kitchen,

some bread, cheese, and meat.

When did you notice these thefts?

Two or three days ago.
I don't remember exactly.

You, come forward.

Tell me, who are you?

The verger, most reverend Father.

- Also porter, gardener, bell ringer-
- I see.

You are able to leave the convent
and go to the village.

You must have heard of the man
who escaped and is hiding in this area.

Yes, I've heard the rumors,
but I am innocent.

My respects, sir.

We'll search the whole convent
from top to bottom,

including the cells and vaults.

You are dispensed from services
for the whole day.

You may go.

Shall I come with you, Father?

No, my guards will suffice.

Isidro, let's go.

What happened? Why didn't you come
last night or this morning?

- Has something happened to Lucita?
- Nothing's wrong.

But in a convent I can't
go about as I like.

I can't stand it. I'm going mad.

I don't know if it's day or night.

Bring Lucita. We must leave quickly.

Tonight it won't be possible.

Why not?

So my guess was right?

Talk to me!

It's a terrible story.

Josefa, Lucita's roommate,
has been murdered.

Murdered?

By Whom?

They have accused señorita Lucita.

Most reverend Father.

My apologies, but I think it's urgent.

The prisoner wants to speak to you.

Have you spoken to her?

Nobody must approach her, not even you.

I have not spoken to her.

She asked to speak to you.
The guard told me.

I am listening.

I killed Josefa de Olmeda.

Go on. I know that.

She had discovered your affair
with the excommunicated Esteban Albornoz.

So you stabbed her to death. Is that it?

I've had no news of him
since I was put here.

Why do you mention him?

You really don't know anything?

Don't you know that he's been wounded
and that he's hiding in this area?

I don't know anything.

So why did you kill Josefa de Olmeda?

She found me reading a forbidden book.
I didn't know it was forbidden.

She was going to tell the abbess.

I would have been punished.

- Where is this book?
- In the room, with the clothes.

I don't know if you are telling the truth.

A confession will save you from torture
but not from condemnation and death.

You are guilty of murder,
and now also of heresy.

What did you do with the dagger?

I don't remember.

I threw it away.

You told the truth.

It is a godless and sacrilegious work.

I want to make an example of you.

We'll take you to Seville,
to the main square,

and there you'll be burned alive,

before the whole town.

The flames of the stake
will revive the flames of our faith.

- The only true faith.
- Oh, God, save me.

What? Still on duty?
It's a hard life.

- You should have been a verger.
- If only!

- When do they relieve you?
- Not until dawn.

- It will soon be dawn with this wine.
- Thank you.

A nice, light wine.

You know how to live.

I've always said that
convents have the best.

You can't say Mass with vinegar.

He'll be asleep for 30 minutes. Hurry.

Ingenious. Who gave you the potion?

Always questions. Hurry. Don't ruin me.

Esteban, my love.

Why did you confess? It was a mistake.

My father advised it.

Don't worry. He'll save me.

Do you trust him?

And that book they found,
how did you know?

It was Josefa's.

You must go.

Don't worry about me.
My father will help me.

Then, we'll find a way of fleeing.

I can't leave you with these fanatics.

The Inquisition is after you
and knows you're nearby.

You're in danger.

My father will help me. Don't be rash.

I know what I have to do.

“In the name of the most reverend
Father Onorio de Mendoza,

I officially inform Lucita de Fuentes,

novice in the convent of Saint Valentine,

that the Inquisition will try her
on November 23.

The accused will be moved
to the prisons of Seville,

to be held there until
the day of her trial.”

Put on the habit of penance, and let's go.

Take off that impure dress.

Only the blessed habit
must cover your body.

Leave.

I must stay.

It is my duty to check.

Let's go.

The door.

Wait. One moment.

Farewell, Lucita.

May heaven protect you,

for I believe in your innocence.

But I am innocent.

Why did you confess to
someone else's crime?

Whom are you protecting?

Go, my child.

I'll pray for you
and the salvation of your soul.

Mother, forgive me. We must go.

I know you have a secret.

I will help you.

Joaquin, I have an idea.

Are you surprised to see me
and not Joaquin or Lucita?

I came because I have news about her.

- Who are you?
- Doña Encarnaciòn Dial de Montalvo, the abbess.

Who told you of me? Who betrayed me?

It was you. You betrayed us.

- Wretch.
- Leave him.

He's my faithful servant.
He has nothing to do with it.

It was Lucita who told me everything.

She knew she could trust me.

Lucita? Impossible.

I know everything,

your wounds, your plans to escape,

her visits to you.

Don't worry.

I'll do all I can for you two.

- But what can you do?
- A great deal.

Trust me.

First of all, you must get well
and regain your strength.

Let me see.

Joaquin, the bandages and ointment.

There you are.

Tomorrow you'll feel better.

And then I'll tell you how to free Lucita.

Why are you doing all this?

Lucita and I have broken all the rules.

I have found refuge in a place
where the presence of a man is a sacrilege.

You should hate me rather than protect me.

You should denounce me to the Inquisition.

Your story touched me.

It evoked sweet memories from my past.

I may regret it.

But now I want the happiness
of two people in love,

at the risk of my life.

Later, you will bring him to my rooms.

At last you'll have a proper meal,

instead of leftovers.

How can I thank you?

We shall be eternally grateful.

That will be my reward.

Would you like some?

I don't understand you.

You should be glad the
abbess is helping us.

You were the first to help us,
and she has forgiven you.

You were afraid of some punishment.

- What's wrong?
- Does it matter? Toothache.

- Has something happened to Lucita?
- No, let her be. Now I must go.

- When can I see her?
- How would I know? Ask the lady abbess.

She will know everything, no doubt.

Do you feel better?

If we don't feed our body,
our brain lets us down.

You must relax.

- How is the wound?
- Fine.

I'll obey any order of yours
for Lucita's safety.

- Have you seen her?
- Yes. She sends you her greetings.

You are sheltering me in your rooms.

I must be in the way.
I'd better return to where I was.

Nonsense. Here you are safe.

Nobody dares enter my rooms,
not even the Inquisitor.

You will sleep there.
Only nuns may enter here, when I call them.

- And Joaquin?
- He's an old fool.

You've set up your life like a queen.

An abbess is mistress of her convent.

Here, I have powers of life and death.

Go to sleep now. Have a good rest.

Tomorrow will be an important day.

I'm pleased to have you here.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mother.

In this room,
I'd like you to call me Encarnaciòn.

No one's called me that for 13 years.

Thirteen years.

I'm always surrounded by nuns or monks.

Never a man, someone to talk to
to relieve the monotony of my life.

Can I ask you a question, Esteban?

Has Lucita ever been yours?

No, I've always respected her.

I have to speak.

I'd rather die than live
with this weight on my conscience.

The abbess isn't human.

She's the devil incarnate,
and I'm one of her creatures.

I told her about you and Lucita.

Thanks to me, she's
always known everything.

She's a viper. She's evil.

She enjoys seeing people suffer.
She hates everything and everyone.

She killed Josefa,

so that the blame would fall on Lucita.

- What has happened to Lucita?
- The Inquisitor has taken her to Seville.

She'll be condemned to death.

She is keeping you here
so that you can't save Lucita.

Your life is in danger too.

She's mad. Save yourself. Flee.

Tomorrow I'll have a horse ready
and the gate open.

It's Satan incarnate
who commands in this convent.

I'll enlist even Satan's
help to save Lucita.

- Is the abbess powerful or not?
- Certainly, if she's on your side.

I'll see that she is on my side.

Go, Joaquin.

You forgot your great love so quickly.

Wasn't that what you wanted?

You and I are similar.

But you risked your life for her.

Now I'm risking it for you,
if they find me in your bed.

You are a surprise, Esteban.

If only you were sincere.

You have betrayed me.

I heard you talking to Esteban last night.

Do you think you have done a good thing?

Yes, you have been brave.

But what good will it do?
Will it soothe your conscience?

I don't need spies around me!

Cursed woman!

Cursed woman.

Why did you kill him?

Because he betrayed me last night,
and you know that very well.

I don't need people like him.

I want slaves!

You must die too.

You seduced me! You're a demon!

You abused me!

You seduced me last night.

You enjoyed taking me
in your arms and kissing me.

My body was yours,
but what did you want from me?

My help for your beautiful Lucita?

You're naive!
Now you'll die instead!

You'll pay for your deeds sooner or later.

I don't know how crazy you are,
but I'll denounce you anyway.

Who will believe the denunciation
of an excommunicated heretic,

of a fleeing rebel who will be hanged
as soon as he's found,

and without a trial.

Marcelino.

Marcelino.

- Esteban, at last.
- My friend.

I'm so glad to see you. I thought those
damned Inquisition rats had killed you.

Thank you for your friendship.

Now I need clothes,
a horse and weapons. Listen.

- Well?
- We are faced with her confession.

The bishop can't do anything.

Only the Grand Inquisitor
can save her life.

I only obtained permission to visit her.

Watch out, an Albornoz!

Wait!

- I must talk to Don Alonso.
- You won't talk to anyone.

Get him!

Alonso Fuentes, where are you?

Intervene. I come as a friend.

I come as a friend. I swear it.

Stop!

Don Alonso, listen.

Lucita is innocent. I discovered the truth
at the convent of Saint Valentine.

- I need your help.
- Throw down your sword.

I have denounced the abbess
anonymously, as is usual now.

I have been a victim of this too,
as you well know.

The Inquisition is powerful,
and Father Onorio is a fanatic.

They may investigate.

No. They'll suppress the scandal
and only condemn my daughter.

It's your fault if poor Lucita
is in danger of losing her life.

If to love is a fault,
then it is also my fault.

We can discuss this later.
Now we must act.

I'll return to the bishop
and implore the queen's pardon.

Imploring the bishop or queen
will achieve nothing.

- What do you plan to do?
- Free Lucita from prison.

That's absurd!

Give me some good men,
and I'll take care of the rest.

I'll do anything to save Lucita.

You will have men and money.

If you succeed, I will thank you.

But don't ask me for anything else.

I haven't asked you for anything else.

Esteban, this is Pablo.
I know him. You can trust him.

Thank you.

You'll enter with me and the other soldiers
as we're starting our shift.

The password is, “God and Spain.”

I'll show you the cell, and that's all.

Remember, I've never seen you,
and I don't know who you are.

I value my life.

Let's go.

God and Spain.

- God and Spain.
- Remember, “God and Spain.”

God and Spain.

God and Spain.

Off you go.

Go away. Don't touch me!

If you touch me,
Satan will strike you with lightning.

Pablo, you told us the wrong cell.

Lucita Fuentes was here this morning.

Hide.

- Everything in order?
- Yes.

They must have taken her
during the changing of the guard.

But where?

Now you must go. Quickly.

I know, as I'm a friend of Lucifer.

Satan and Beelzebub will come for me.

I've seen those two.

- The Father Inquisitor?
- Inside.

This anonymous denunciation doesn't
cover a tenth of what I've found here.

Vice, obscenity, fornication,

sacrilege, murder.

This house is possessed by the devil,

and you are the devil incarnate.

They found the body of the verger
at the bottom of the well.

They were buried in the garden,
all stabbed to death.

No! Let go of me!

She tried to flee, most reverend Father.

This wasn't the work of only one person.

You all helped, all of you.

Why were these men murdered? Why?

- She killed them afterwards.
- After what?

After they had been in her bed.

Then she killed them all.

And you helped her.

Shame on you.

Shame on you, foul creatures
who are unworthy to live.

No.

Death is only a small thing.

Your sins cannot be punished by death.
Something else is required.

Isidro, see that what I have ordered
is carried out at once.

Soldiers, do not utter one word
of what you have seen or heard here.

Swear it on the Bible.

This ignominy must not become
a cause for scandal.

It must not be talked of, ever.

You are all responsible
for what has been uncovered.

If that servant of the devil committed
so many ignominies, you endorsed them,

either by helping her
because you were under her power,

or by keeping silent for
fear of punishment.

I shall have no mercy!

There will be no trial,
no public condemnation.

The pure souls of good Christians

must not be perturbed
by the knowledge of such enormities.

You will never emerge alive from this tomb!

No! You can't wall us in alive!

Back! Get back!

Back!

Stop!

Get back!

They are walling us in alive,
the cursed wretches!

The bishop said I may visit my daughter,
but nothing is known of her.

She's disappeared.

You cannot keep her from seeing her father.

I would have permitted this myself...

without disturbing the bishop.

- But unfortunately-
- What is it?

Has something happened?

Your daughter is no longer
in the hands of the Inquisition.

She is now in the merciful
hands of our Lord.

What is it you are saying?

She is dead.

She died two days ago.

It was a sudden illness.

Divine justice was quicker
than earthly justice.

That's impossible.

Lucita was strong. She wasn't ill.

Perhaps her conscience sickened
because of the crime she committed.

Don Eusebio Gonzalo, prison physician.

Alonso Fuentes, father of the wretched
woman who died the other day.

A pernicious illness which caused her
to pass away in a few hours.

Delirium. Fever.

Then her heart suddenly stopped beating.

Alas, my science was to no avail.

I don't believe it.

A daughter dies,
and you don't even inform her father.

Is this Christian charity?

What world do you live in?

I at least want to have her clothes.

Everything was burned
for fear of contagion.

But you can visit her grave.
She was buried yesterday evening.

This is a grace
which we wished to grant you.

I ask you to forgive me
for everything that has happened.

It is all my fault.

I kept you from loving that man.

I confined you in that cursed convent.

I lost my head, Lucita,
when I learned you loved an Albornoz.

How could my pride
accept you marrying one of them?

So it was I who denounced him
to the Inquisition,

to get rid of him,

and so that you would hate him,
so you wouldn't think of him,

so you'd regard him as
a murderer, a heretic.

My guess was right.
Only you could have denounced me.

You ruined our lives.

You may be able to forgive me,
but she is no longer able to.

She will forgive you
if we succeed in saving her.

What are you saying? She's here.

I don't think so.
It's just a trick of the Inquisitor.

She was alive yesterday morning.

We know that.

They can kill her, no doubt.

But if they have killed her,
I swear I will kill Onorio.

Just as it is true
that I did not kill Doloso.

The witch.

Lucita is alive.

They've hidden her to kill her later,
the cursed wretches.

- But where?
- We must find out. But who knows?

There is a person who knows
all about the Inquisitor's actions.

Let's ask him.

There, there.

I always said water is safer than wine.

Remember, I don't have time to waste.

Just talk. Don't think too much.

Otherwise, I will torture you
according to the rules.

And you know those rules very well.

So, where did they take Lucita Fuentes?

She's dead.

She's been dead for two days.

A spirit has told me Lucita is not dead,

and that her grave is occupied
by the corpse of a witch.

I know nothing.

Father Onorio never tells me anything.

I told you to talk!

After confession, the Inquisition kills.
I will let you go.

I'm granting you favorable conditions,
so talk.

Come on. Talk.

She has been taken back to the convent.

The convent has been walled up.

They'll all die, if
they're not already dead.

All? But only the abbess is guilty.

The other wretches aren't involved.

In Father Onorio's eyes,
they're all guilty.

You'll stay here until we return.

Don't bother to call out for help
because no one passes by here.

Help!

Shut up!

Me too. I want some too.

Come back here!

Satan, my lord.

- Come away with me.
- No, no.

You mustn't abandon us.

We are your slaves, your worshipers.

We have done so much for you.
You mustn't abandon us now.

And you, who said you were powerful,
why don't you perform a miracle now?

Why don't you get us food and drink?

We have to die thanking you.

No, we are faithful. We love you.

Only you enjoyed the men we procured.
Now save us!

I'm always powerful.

I'm the one who gives the orders.

Cursed wretches. Bitches!

Always.

Always.

Water, water.

She's found water! She's found water!

Hurry.

Her death is a sign from God.

I know what we have to do.

Away with you.

Yes. Let's go.

It's Lucita's fault.

She's to blame.

She is responsible, not me!

If we hang her, we will be saved.

I will be saved
because I will have destroyed evil.

Yes, she is the one responsible!

She killed Josefa, Joaquin, the others!

She's possessed by the devil!

We must kill her.

Then we'll be free again.

Forgive them. They have lost their minds.

You're guilty!

Let me go!

We are innocent. You are the murderess.

Give these poor wretches food and drink.

Marcelino!

Help. Let me go.

Lucita, you were desired by men,
by Esteban, by me.

You'll never see Esteban's face again.

Lucita, my love.

My God, have mercy on them.

To you, Rosario Asunciòn de Molinas,

new abbess of Saint Valentine,

God entrusts the heavy burden
of restoring sanctity and devotion

to the convent we have reconsecrated.

Concerning the sisters among you
whose only fault was not to resist evil,

resigning yourselves
to suffer the sins of others,

I, Grand Inquisitor of Spain,

with the special power conferred on me
by our sovereign Ferdinand ll

and by the Supreme Roman Pontiff,

command that you be freed.

You can return to the Holy Mother Church.

- We are innocent too.
- We are innocent.

It was the abbess!

Your faults will be judged
by God and by his court.

- Take them away.
- No, we are innocent!

You, Father Onorio de Mendoza,
former Inquisitor of Seville,

wished to present to us
your defense in writing.

Read it out loud.

“The accusation which has been
made against me today...

of having been excessively zealous

and of having abused my power,

I refute!”

My words reflect my conscience,

here, in front of your holy cross.

What do you know
of Father Onorio de Mendoza?

I call as a witness Bishop Doloso.

You refer to a dead man.

He's more alive than many of the living.

He doesn't hide from me.

He appears before me always
and approves of me!

At the assault on Granada,

a servant of Allah killed dozens
of Christians with his sword.

In the end, he was wounded
and left for dead.

Look!

Look.

I loved Bishop Doloso
because he saved me that day,

and he flung open the doors of truth.

From that day on,

I have lived solely
to exalt the true faith of Christ!

May the blood of the pure like him
fall upon the wicked who killed him!

No one is innocent. We are all guilty!

All of us! We all have to pay
for the ignominy and sin!

They have invaded the earth!

They have invaded the earth!

Fanaticism is often nothing more
than the other face of madness.

There is no justice without mercy
and without forgiveness.

In the name of God, we decree

that Esteban de Albornoz be declared
innocent of Bishop Doloso's murder.

The denunciation against him is false,

as confessed by the denunciator.

I'll expiate my sins in a hermitage,

as decided by the merciful queen.

But I need your forgiveness, Esteban.

Now that I have Lucita,
you can ask me anything you wish.

Go.

Forget me and be happy.

How can I ever forget?

Together we shall succeed.