Peace be with you, my sister.
Do you want to sing a song?
Who are you and what are you doing here?
We accompany our daughter to the monastery of Pescia, where our daughter will become a nun.
Then they must have a lot of money, Commander.
They don't accept anyone for free at the monastery!
I travel with permit documents, I do not carry money.
You must have at least something of value in your possession.
Give us back that necklace.
It belongs to my mother.
She is braver than you!
The Blessed Virgin will punish you if you do not return it.
How do you know girl.
Our Lady does what I ask of her.
It does not matter now... that of the virgin.
Do you hear it?
It is the voice of the Virgin.
She is showing that she is listening to me.
Shit!
Tómalo!
Have fun with your virgin lady.
Let's go!
Good morning, Mr. Carlini.
Please follow me.
Wait here.
I know you've brought a new bride for Jesus.
Benedetta will be very happy with us.
We also brought a lot of oranges, apples, and wine.
And you will get the same amount for the next twenty-five years.
Every year.
That's very generous of you, Mr. Carlini.
And the deposit?
When little Benedetta was born, she was about to die.
But she was saved by a miracle of God.
So I promised to give it to him.
This is very moving.
I have heard many stories like this.
And every time it affects me.
But every year we see hundreds of beautiful girls who want to serve God.
These are this year's competitions.
And I can only accept three.
In exchange for your acceptance of my daughter, I will be happy to present you with a gift of 50 gold coins.
Not counting fruit and wine, that's fine too, right?
Outside these walls, the bride price is not less than 50 coins.
Is the bride of Christ worth less?
We can discuss it.
Seventy-five.
Don't haggle like a Jew for 25 coins.
And after all, Giuliano, she is your sweet daughter.
Agree.
- A hundred coins! - We don't buy horses here!
Your word is enough for me.
and your invoice.
It is a very big one.
- But it's beautiful. - Take off your dress.
What is this?
It belongs to my mother.
So that I can pray to Our Lady.
Honey, here we have our own Virgin.
From today you will pray to her.
- But it's mine. - It's okay. Shut up.
The dress, now.
It's itching! It's terrible.
On purpose.
To calm your body.
You should not feel too good in it.
When I was a little older than you.
I lost two fingers from the knife of a drunk.
This finger is made of wood.
And I love him more than the nine others...
..if I could
I would replace every part of my body
with pieces of wood,
To engrave the name of God on it.
And on your tombstone?
You are a smart girl.
Intelligence can be very dangerous, honey.
and not only for others.
Benedetta, is is here.
Give me.
This is your cell.
Put it here.
Oh Mary my good friend.
Now you are my mum.
Please help. I am totally alone.
I don't even know if you can hear me now.
Benedetta?
You got hurt?
Raise the statue.
Did you touch the statue?
No. Something happened to him and he fell on me - What were you doing here?
I wanted to pray to the Virgin.
Are you able to stand up?
Yes.
It is a miracle that she has not been crushed.
It's okay. Go to sleep and bring Benedetta back to bed.
Come.
Mother!
Wasn't this a miracle, perhaps?
No gossip.
Miracles don't grow like mushrooms.
Most of the time, they are just events.
I didn't believe so much
18 years later
I long to see my son, Jesus.
I long to see her body again.
Oh Lord.
We know that you are immortal
I saw an angel.
He told me that night.
Cheer up, your son will live.
And in your presence my brothers
I pray tirelessly.
Oh noble lady, full of grace and wisdom.
You are our consolation.
Now I'll lay down in this bed made for me.
"Benedetta"!
Come!
You are my wife.
Come now!
I'm coming, my God! I'm going.
Come!
Benedetta, your feet!
This banquet was organized by us for our honourable guest.
Giuliano Carlini.
Cheers.
Let us also remember our beloved Bishop of Milan, who left us last week.
Did you hear that the cause of his death was the plague?
That's how it is.
The bishop was a brave man.
But I doubted that this meeting would make you change your mind.
If this is the will of God, then the place of the bishop will be for his Eminence.
No. No. This is really sad.
To do this we must walk without shame, above our heads in the Vatican.
And I'm not that kind of person.
And if the Pope notices this place on the map, it will be a miracle.
Let's hope for a geographical miracle.
Why did you move your legs?
You should have been dead.
I have seen Jesus.
He called me.
I'm his girlfriend, right?
Yes of course.
Help me!
- Open the door for me. - Open.
Help me please!
Open up!
Help me!
No, it's coming! please.
Get away!
She ran away from me!
You are mine, bitch!
No, don't give up on me, please!
Come. Come.
You want to fight?
They are in a monastery!
I love Christ.
- Help me. - I'm the father of this girl.
- It belongs to me. - Let me stay here.
But... the monastery is not a place where everyone is accepted.
You have to pay to stay here.
you have money?
- No. - Come on. Come on, that's enough.
No!
Let me!
I want to serve the Lord!
Please help her!
We will pay your bill!
Do you want me to pay for a strange girl?
I will pray for you all my life!
Marvellous!
Mr. Carlini.
The rich will not enter the kingdom of God.
Are you ready to pay?
And you, mother, don't you do everything to get to heaven?
Well.
It will be a gift for you, Benedetta.
How to be a gift?
My daughter is mine. You cannot buy it.
- I'll give you ten dinars, no more. - Bring it!
Not the price of the dogs that will replace this bitch.
Well.
That's great.
Take a bath.
It will help you.
What is your name?
I am Sister Benedetta, and you?
Bartholomea.
Bartoloméa... what?
Just Bartoloméa.
Is it mandatory to shower here?
A pure soul requires a pure body.
The water is very cold.
No, no, wait.
I almost fall.
Will you stay with me for a while?
Sister Benedetta?
Your nightgown on the table.
Sister Benedetta?
I need to defecate, where do I go?
come with me.
Are they real seats with drains?
Where did you do that before?
In the street with the cattle.
What a good feeling!
- What a relief! - Shh! You can't scream like that at night!
I hope this is not prohibited.
Waiting.
Excuse me, who did that to you?
My father.
Why?
My mother died of the general plague of the past, then my father took me as his wife.
I always said I didn't want to, and she always said he didn't care.
- As a wife, in the sense of everything? - If all.
My brothers used to do the same, when the old man saw nothing.
Today I tried to stab him with a pair of scissors.
He didn't like it, so he hit me.
So I ran away.
Being beautiful is not always an advantage.
Even if I looked like a sheep, it would be the same.
Do you think I am beautiful?
Don't you realize it yourself?
No, we don't have a mirror.
You're beautiful.
Can you see your reflection in my eyes.
- I don't see anything. - Come closer.
Now look.
What are you two doing here?
I have brought the sister to the resting place.
Who is she?
Christina, the nun.
And is she always spying like this?
Father, I feel that Bartoloméa needs a mentor, but I cannot teach her.
God is the one who sent this girl.
You need a lot of love and affection.
Yes, it must be guided with an iron fist.
not through me.
May god guide you.
Save me, Jesus!
What did these monsters want?
Kill you.
These are the demons that tried to keep us away from each other.
But they are stupid.
Neither life nor death can separate us.
Stay with me.
Yes Jesus.
I'll stay with you.
Speak sister.
Father.
I have seen Jesus.
- In a dream? - No.
Of flesh and blood.
How do I see you now in front of me.
When you saw it, how did you feel?
- ...fearfully. - So it was a false vision.
When Christ becomes incarnate for us, we are filled with joy.
How do I know what is right and what is wrong?
Through suffering.
Suffering is the only way to know Christ
I know God wants us to suffer, Father ...but.
- That would scare me. - It's normal.
God's voice is often terrifying
...the idiot says
I'm not scared but I know he is totally good.
Have you ever seen how a surgeon works?
Do you really enjoy suffering?
Keep praying and everything will be fine.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
And spools of silk thread?
Do you know how much it costs?
How stupid you are! You ran into me!
- Excuse me? - It's your fault.
Stop lying.
You are the reason. Saw that.
- Take the rollers out of the pot. - But... the water is boiling.
Get him out quick or I'll send for your dad.
And now the rest.
Do I have to do that again?
Otherwise, the reels will be damaged.
No. Stop. What is it?
What's going on here?
Bartoloméa burned his hand.
- Come on, everyone to work! - Sister Petra!
You need to go to the infirmary.
Take it then.
You found out that one of your sisters had damaged the silk curlers, so you decided for yourself.
To punish her.
No mother.
- No? - I didn't want to punish her, but to hurt her.
...you wanted to cause one of your sisters pain. intentionally.
Yes, by the way.
Wasn't that a malicious motive?
If you think it was for a malicious motive, I'd say it's true.
Don't you know your true feelings?
It seems I don't.
Bartoloméa... did something bother you?
No.
- Do you hate her for some reason? - No.
Do you have feelings for her?
I feel... sympathy. Yes.
without suffering.
Including what you did to her yourself?
Yes, but Father Recordati told me that pain leads us to God and makes us stronger.
...our suffering.
Without suffering from others.
Your enthusiasm has gone too far
I'll take your bread away for a week.
And for two weeks, you'll change Sister Jacob's sheets.
You can go.
I'm ready mother.
- Sister, I have to help you. - Get away.
I have had problems at work and I am proud of it.
Pride is a mortal sin.
Everyone has the right to make mistakes.
What is your sin
I never did anything wrong.
- But I know you can make a mistake. - Of course.
Help me.
..my sin.
That I was Jewish.
Sister Petra was a whore.
They all have children and a past, but nobody cares.
And my father was circumcised.
This is a sin that cannot be forgiven.
You just discovered one of my secrets.
Do you call it that?
God speaks in many languages.
If your heart is brave enough to open it up.
Get out!
Let the leading nuns come in!
Help me!
Save me!
Tie it there.
Go find the doctor.
How is she?
I gave her poppy extract. she is sleeping.
Why is she suffering?
I did not find anything abnormal.
However, it was obvious that she was suffering.
She was screaming for hours without stopping.
You have black mucus in your urine.
This happens a lot.
What happens if the seizure recurs?
I leave you the poppy extract.
Twenty dinars.
Why are you so cruel?
Do you want to be with me?
I want to be with you.
No! No!
No!
"Jesus"!
Thank you Jesus!
"Benedetta"
I will heal your wounds.
You are not Jesus!
I am Jesus.
- And you are my wife! - No!
This is a lie!
Surrender to me!
Enough. I will cut you to pieces.
You will have a roommate.
Thanks.
"Benedetta"!
Are you feeling better now?
I feel what God wants me to feel.
I decided to put a companion next to you.
She will stay with you day and night.
She will take care of you and pray with you.
She will give you your medicine if needed.
I don't want to be a burden.
Let's see if this helps.
Bartoloméa is the perfect sister for work
I hope there is something to appreciate in this selection.
Maybe a lesson in tolerance.
Why are you here?
Did you come to torture me?
Did I do something to make you think that?
How can you put something here?
It's the dress I was wearing when I came here.
Yes?
It is a statue of my mother.
She gave it to me when I was little.
Well, we'll put it... there.
The devil followed me
I tried to hurt myself.
Now it's gone.
Have you ever gotten out of bed?
I still don't feel good.
The head of the monasteries asked me for help.
What is this?
Numbers.
I don't know.
I can teach you.
Studying things didn't go well for me.
It is too hot.
Is there something else?
No thanks.
I'm going to bed.
Can I have a look?
We cannot be naked in front of others.
Oh really?
I saw you!
That was a joke.
You really are the clown sister.
Maybe.
I saw your breasts.
I saw them.
"Benedetta"
Do you want to suffer to show me your love?
Take off your clothes.
We are prohibited from taking off our clothes in the presence of other people.
And accept?
You shouldn't be ashamed of me.
Do what I say.
Present, sir.
I obey you.
Come.
Take away what divides us.
Put your hands on mine.
Oh God.
"Jesus.
That's a lot! I can not anymore.
Help me. Help me!
Help me!
Jesus, who did this?
Last night.
He did this.
This too.
The stigmata!
Were you in prayer when this happened?
I was in bed, asleep,
When did that happen.
Saint Francis was in prayer when he received the stigmata
Katrina from Siena too.
Neither of us was asleep
I was sleeping.
- Jesus left these traces. - He was 'Jesus'. Saw that.
You've seen?
I heard him speak.
And what did he say?
I do not remember.
I thought the word of God made more impressions.
Bring sister Benedetta to my room.
Are you going to open the door?
Wounds bleed non-stop.
Is deep.
Sight.
The legs are the same.
- It's swollen? - Even worse.
How can this happen?
I do not know. I have not seen this.
What can we do?
Keep clean.
Change bandages every two hours.
Take off his cap.
There is no blood.
It's strange!
When they put a crown of thorns on him.
Jesus' forehead was bleeding.
I see nothing.
Inspection is over.
And close the door.
Do you have any doubt?
The girl was in bed.
Miracles don't happen in bed, believe me.
Then? what I write?
The absence of scars on the head is puzzling.
All confirmed cases of scars included crown of thorns.
Let's not write anything definitive.
You agree with me?
- Your Eminence? - Yes, my daughter.
I can go.
Naturally.
Do I have wine if you want?
Gladly.
Please let me go.
Do you think this miracle should not be believed?
Dear director of the monastery, I think you do not believe it at all.
Do I look sarcastic?
Maybe.
Only now I have the same vision.
This is very possible.
Like the ones in San Francisco.
Assisi was an unknown people.
Now the pilgrims flow to him like a river.
And they fill the treasure of the Basilica.
That is ruled by a bishop, not an abbot.
Jesus, what's wrong with me?
..morning.
You will know! you sinners.
The plague is coming and it will be a terrible punishment!
And I will save you from that with a blessing .. my wife.
And here they persecute, torture and kill whoever saves them!
What happened?
I have fallen.
This is not a miracle.
Your Eminence, this has gone too far.
Do you want to bring the wrath of heaven on us?
You heard the words she said just now.
- ...I heard words, but. - Will you laugh at me too?
These disturbing words belong to the voice of the Lord.
I feel this with all my heart.
This is a true miracle. How can you deny it?
I do not deny it, Your Eminence.
You are pretending to be good.
And when I turn around, you stick a knife in my back.
Hassan. Let's see what God will give each of us in life.
Bendícenos, Benedetta.
¡Santa Benedetta!
People want to believe that Benedetta has become a saint.
But we know it doesn't make sense.
Oh really?
You said yourself that he had no scars on his forehead.
The glass was immediately shattered.
And the blood appeared.
Did you see that? You were there?
- No. - Then you don't know anything.
I did not see anything.
- But I know, - and how did you know?
Did God incarnate you?
Do you also have a vision?
Why do you defend her?
We don't always understand how God works.
Maybe he put Benedetta in a trance ...and then she's in that state.
His wounds appeared.
...or God drove her crazy.
And that was necessary for something he wanted to say.
I want you to give me your heart.
Won't I die without a heart?
You will live. you love Me?
How am I going to live without a heart?
I will give you something better.
My heart.
Bartholomew.
- What is there? - Jesus gave me his heart.
It is a very big one.
Too big for my chest.
Check it out.
Look how big it is.
I feel so. Yes.
- What is there? - Benedetta had a nightmare.
Everything is fine.
Good evening.
Come on, go to sleep.
Something miraculous happened to us.
"Jesus Christ" Christ chose one of our sisters .. "Benedetta."
We have all seen it.
And we hear the words "Jesus".
Subahwa Lillarb.
Bless God.
..."chosen" by Jesus.
.. Therefore, we are the supreme authority of the Church.
We have chosen Benedetta as abbot of the nunnery.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
...to pray to our Lord Maulana.
This is impossible.
Sister Christina...
what do you have?
With all due respect to you, father.
We.
We, the sisters of this monastery.
Who should we choose a new abbot from a monastery?
And it's just us Jesus, chose her.
Your Lord and your God.
It is the will of God.
But who decides what the will of God is?
- Aren't we, sisters? - 'Christina '-
Get out of here.
Immediately.
Solved case.
..I will ask,
to the abbot of the nuns of the monastery to deliver his mandate.
Sister Benedetta.
Come closer.
What a bed!
It's my bed, it's double.
And it's all for us!
Sister Jacob has fallen!
He can no longer move.
I don't think I'll get over this day.
I will stay by her side and take care of her.
Naturally.
But someone will have to take his place during Mass.
Today I will serve the first mass as abbot of the monastery.
I think you should be there.
Well, priestess in chief.
I'll stay with sister jacoba.
Until dawn if necessary.
Excellent.
Jesus said nothing about your condition.
He's making fun of you, but you didn't say anything.
These are the rules of the game.
In the end, everyone wins.
The abbot of the monastery will become bishop
and the monastery will receive financial benefits.
Is this important?
It may not be important or even useless, but I have dedicated my life to it.
I was afraid of life, so I chose to give it to this monastery.
Or maybe I was chosen for that.
- But mum, you can't leave like this. - Call me Sister Felicita.
..but people need to know.
This is what is called rowing.
What they need to know, they already know.
If they don't lie, Benedetta...
Because they don't need this denial.
If you do that they will destroy you.
Everything is fine.
I'm not going to defend you.
It's time for mass, Sister Felicita.
Ugly dream.
Dad.
I need to confess.
- at this time? - I really need it, father, please.
Kneel before the cross before the Lord and repent.
God taught me never to lie.
This is why it is so urgent.
Speak, renew your connection with our God "Jesus" the living Christ.
It's about Sister Benedetta, I came to tell you that...
Are you going to talk about your boss?
Yes.
Yes, I'll talk about my boss.
Your prophecy is invalid.
His miracles are false.
She is the one who made all his scars, it is not your confession, my daughter.
Did you come to blame someone else?
I blame myself .. for the silence.
The thing is.
Do you have any idea?
The stigmata... on his head.
He picked up a piece of broken glass.
He rubbed his forehead until he bled.
Have you seen that?
Yes.
Three.
Yes?
- Four. - Yeah right.
No. You're hitting the pen too hard.
I ruined it.
Can not.
Come.
You want to see me?
Show me
deeper than that. deeper.
Can not.
My fingers are short.
you want to try?
Oh God.
No.
No. No. No, no.
- Yes. - No.
- No! - Come on, tell the chills now!
Tell her!
I can not stop.
Jesus.
Do you want more?
Today's reading will be from Leviticus.
...but before we start
I will address some issues that trouble the hearts of our sisters.
Sister Christina.
If something bothers you...
You have to express it.
Do you want me to speak now? Here?
Where else?
Pour out your heart. Stand up and speak.
Come on, speak!
Our Reverend Mother
is deceiving us.
And lies to us.
My dear sister explain yourself.
Do you want to complain about the Reverend mother?
I only know that...
That... What do you know, sister?
Benedetta fools us.
She made the wound on her forehead,
when she fell.
She broke glass and hurt herself with it.
I saw it.
Dear sister, what are you talking about?
I am sure that the other signs appeared in the same way.
Sister Christina,
Did you see...
our Reverend Mother cut herself with a piece of glass?
- Is that what you mean? - Yes.
I told the abbot.
What did you say to her?
What I have seen.
What Sister Benedetta did.
Do you realize that perjury is a mortal sin?
I do not lie.
Sister Felicita,
Come forward.
Did Sister Cristina tell you that she had seen Sister Benedetta...
make the wounds on her forehead?
She had serious doubts.
But did she see her do it?
She did not tell me that she was directly present...
Directly... But was she present or not?
No.
She was not there.
You lied!
She doesn't believe in me!
She is possessed by Satan!
We have to punish her!
Whip!
- She must whip herself! - The devil must be expelled from your body!
Take off your clothes!
Cast out these demons.
Hit yourself, my dear sister.
Well.
The rain stopped.
I have a gift for you.
It will be more useful than my fingers. Do you want to try it?
It's a little rough.
Ah yes.
I'll fix it.
Take this off.
You enjoyed it, right?
What did I enjoy?
Watching Christina spank herself. I saw you.
Ah, that's wrong.
This is afterwards.
I was thinking of you.
I thought how it would be with you.
Shall we try?
Smoothly.
Ah. Does it hurt?
No, it's good.
Is there a fire?
Is it a star?
A comet.
The comet is just above our monastery.
- What does that mean? - It is a warning from God.
Something terrible is going to happen.
Christina! No!
Christina!
What have you done?
You silly little girl, what have you done?
Sister Felicita, I want to put my hand on her and intercede to bless her soul.
Intercede? Don't touch her.
I have to.
The soul after suicide goes to hell. But I can intgervene.
Put your hands away. Go away!
One word from me and Jesus will take her hand to save her from the fire.
It's you who will burn in hell!
Stop!
Lying bitch! You whore!
Whore!
She ordered me to do it.
I know she is no longer the abbot but... where did she go?
To Florence.
Sister Felicita left.
She is on her way to Florence.
To do what?
To speak to the nuncio. I suppose.
What does she want to say to him?
And what are you afraid of?
Of everything.
What do you mean?
That the miracles are not real?
I'm not talking about that.
That...
That I cut myself with a silly piece of glass?
That's exactly what you did, right?
It is not like this?
I do not know.
I don't know how God makes things happen.
I only know that God expresses His will through me.
It's not just my flesh.
But his too.
Stop!
You disgust me.
That is what scares you.
That Sister Felicita could talk about us.
What we do.
Do you think we should be ashamed?
Shame does not exist under the protection of God's love.
God's Love?
You only love yourself.
- Then come closer. - No!
Only your breasts.
Please.
Don't touch them.
Don't ask me that. Please.
Benedetta?
The sisters have to dig a grave.
Where is Teresa?
At the hospital. She will not survive, Your Excellency.
Probably not.
Three have died since Sunday. But I am not afraid.
This is because you are so full of life.
The baby will be born in a few weeks.
I already have milk.
Enough!
Do you want to add something?
I've told you everything.
Now everything is in your hands.
Extraordinary accusations require extraordinary evidence.
I only told the truth.
You can doubt my motives.
But come to Pescia.
You will see it with your own eyes.
If your sight look is honest.
If there is any devilry in Pescia, I'll know how to unmask it.
And if that sister is guilty of blasphemy, of which you accuse her,
she will burn at the stake.
But if your testimony is false...
What will they do to you?
Who can say?
Ah...yes.
Me.
Our Lord!
Jesus!
Pray!
Jesus!
Have mercy on us!
This is a sign of God's justice.
The third angel blows the trumpet.
"and there fell from heaven a star burning like a torch.
"His pestilence will poison a third of the waters."
It's the plague!
It's the way to punish us!
The plague will fall on Pescia!
O Spirit of Christ, sanctify me.
O Body of Christ, save me.
Oh blood of Christ intoxicate me.
Oh water of Christ, wash me!
Passion of Christ.
Thank you Lord.
Thank you!
Do not be afraid.
The comet is a sign that God is protecting us!
The plague will not infect Pescia!
Jesus promised me, his wife.
The city will be saved!
Lord Jesus, protect us!
Protect our city!
Thank you Lord Jesus.
Oh sweet Jesus.
We know you are here with us.
Thank you my God.
Close the city gates.
Don't let anyone in or out.
This is the Lord's will.
Close the gates now.
Sister?
What's up?
Benedetta!
Is the grave for you?
Answer me!
It's a letter! It fell from the sky.
The end is near!
Ring the bell!
Everything is written here, read it!
These are the words of God!
Bishop, give me absolution.
Your Excellency, I am dying.
Don't let me die like this. Go to the father of your diocese.
Ask him for absolution.
This is me! I am the father in my diocese.
Turn around!
Open the gate to the bishop!
The gates will stay closed!
No one will go in, no one will go out!
I am an envoy from Florence, open the gates!
It would be the same for the Pope.
We will not open! You are under my authority!
The one from the Church!
Here we are here under the authority of Jesus himself!
The gates will stay closed!
Your Excellency.
I am the abbot of Pescia.
Alfonso Gilioli, the representative of the Pope!
I have to speak to the abbot of the convent.
Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that Santa Benedetta passed away this afternoon.
I'm sorry you came here.
I will celebrate the funeral mass. Take me to her.
Let's go.
The plague must stay out of town!
Those who enter must be examined by our doctors.
- Even you, Excellency. - It was God who sent us.
And it's not you who is going to stop us!
Let's get in!
Make way, move along! Get out of the way! Open!
It is an honour to welcome you, Excellency.
- Did you choose a day like this for a show? - No, Your Excellency.
Before she died, our mother told us how God wanted to celebrate her ascension.
- Is it another vision of her? - Yes, Your Excellency. Just like that.
The coffin will be carried by nine novices,
dressed as angels.
The skin is undamaged.
No sign of the plague.
- Did she receive the last sacraments? - No, her death was too sudden.
I will give them to her.
Make the preparations.
Alright, are you satisfied?
I never wanted her dead.
So quick, in any case.
May the Holy Spirit be with you.
and God's mercy and compassion.
Jesus, hold me back!
Do not let me go.
I want to stay with you.
I was in heaven, in perfect peace.
But I was torn from it,
like a child coming out of its mother's womb. They sent me back.
Jesus took me back to earth.
For what reason, mother?
I have seen the souls of those who are about to die.
I have seen all their souls and saw rivers of tears.
You saw my soul too, I guess?
Jesus sent me down here.
To save you from the plague and what will come next,
from the eternal fire of hell.
Don't worry about the fire of hell, mother.
The fire of this world will take you.
The Black Death is coming to Pescia.
She watches while sharpening her scythe. I saw the bloated bodies, the blood.
Rich, poor, women and children.
And Jesus was there too.
He promised me that as long as I am alive, you will be alive too.
You are charged with blasphemy, heresy and bestiality.
Your trial will start tomorrow.
We haven't found anything, Excellency.
Did you look everywhere?
- Turn the bedding and pillows? - Yes, Your Excellency. Nothing.
It is this big.
It must be somewhere. Look again.
What will you tell them?
The truth, what else?
You can say something else.
Novice Bartoloméa. Stand up.
Well.
Sister Felicita...
Tell us now what you have seen.
I have no words to describe these acts.
Do te best you can.
I saw this girl in carnal embraces
With the mother superior, Benedetta.
Can you be more precise?
They served each other
...each in their turn
like a man with a woman.
How could you see these actions?
Through a hole I made it myself in the wall of my old room.
And that? Isn't that a mortal sin?
- Spying on the superior? - We do not judge today the former abbess.
We have to do it, how do we know
How do we know if the statements of this woman don't come from jealousy. Or spite?
Also, Sister Felicita's testimony is just the beginning,
and not the end.
Bartholomea,
How do you respond to Sister Felicita's accusation?
Is she telling the truth? I don't understand.
Pardon?
I don't understand what he was saying.
Have you looked at abbess Benedetta with lust?
Between one woman and another? It is not possible.
Apparently, this convent expands the horizon of the possible.
Bartoloméa,
Have you or have you not looked at abbess Benedetta with lust?
With love.
Everything I feel for mother Benedetta is love.
The same I feel for all my sisters.
But you did not express this love.
With the other the sisters in the same way, right?
No!
Sister Felicita, in what way did this novice Bartoloméa...
Express her love for the mother superior?
She used a small wooden statue of the Holy Virgin.
Penetrating into Benedetta's genitals and giving her an orgasm.
An unheard of crime.
It is a sacrilegious inversion of the natural order.
It is an abomination that deserves the death penalty.
The stake!
This is not true. This is not true.
You can still save your soul, my child.
If you confess.
I have nothing to confess, Your Excellency.
If you know why do you need my confession?
Your confession will mitigate your sin.
You can still save yourself from the stake and Benedetta too.
No.
Strip her of her clothes.
You can save your soul if you speak.
Well.
I confess.
I had terrible thoughts!
I hate Sister Juliana and wished her death.
Now let me go!
My child.
This is not what we want to hear from you.
The "pear of anguish".
Have you seen something like this before?
Joan of Arc was a brave warrior.
Her ennemies knew this.
Still she confessed all her sins when he saw these tools for torture.
Useless to pretend to be braver than Joan of Arc.
There is no need to pretend anything else.
I already confessed.
I told you I wanted to kill Sister Juliana. I am guilty of murder.
Have mercy.
I confessed!
You and I haven't met yet.
But we are in the same boat.
The journey can be long.
or it can be short.
Let's pray that God illuminates our path.
No! No! No! No! No!
Come in.
What is love in your opinion?
I guess love is not feeling alone.
It is .... a heat here.
Does your leg hurt?
Are you a an abbess and wash my feet?
As a novice, I washed them more often than not.
You have never touched a man?
- No. - Why?
Because you are insensitive to a woman's natural desires.
I don't want anyone but God.
Are you trying to seduce me?
Where does that talent of a prostitute come from?
I know little of a prostitute's talents!
And I don't ask you how you know either.
Playing with me is playing with fire.
Literally.
I'm not afraid.
Naturally.
You advance dressed with the armor of light.
Love is the only armor I need.
Love for Christ, is this what you mean?
Or the love of Bartoloméa?
And for Bartoloméa too.
So Jesus has to share it?
He gladly shares everything.
With the entire humanity.
What we are talking about is here.
This is not love for all humanity.
It is something special.
Bartoloméa is something special.
And through her I reach universal love.
The universe you reach through a small piece of wood?
Stay where you are!
Bartholomea...
I told them you deceived me.
That you forced me to sin.
The lies in your mouth.
I will not suffer anymore for you!
- Go to hell! - Are you ready to confess now?
There it is, the proof you are looking for.
This is your love, Benedetta.
Blasphemy!!
You are making fun of it!
Of My bride as I was mocked on the cross!
Sacrilege!
You all will be judged
You, Alfonso Giglioli,
you are judged.
You wuill pay for your blasphemy with your blood, black pus and buboes!
When did this happen?
One hour ago. Not one word.
Let her stay in the basement, with a guard.
No one should get in or out.
And burn everything she touched.
Keep your head up.
I learned a thing or two when I was a prostitute.
Humiliation leaves no scars.
The thief!
Catch her!
Pescia will not allow those who have protected from the plague to be burned.
The people have nothing to say, the church decides.
- Sign. - No...
I remind you that the girl was promised to God at birth.
Father, consider your task completed.
I feel sorry for her. And for love.
But compassion and love have nothing to do with duty.
The sentence... is irrevocable.
- Your excellency? - Yes?
Sister Benedetta has a request.
She wants to be allowed to pray with Sister Felicita.
And ask for her forgiveness.
She also wanted,
to be taken to the plaza
on a donkey, like when Christ entered Jerusalem.
The donkeycertainly not.
But I willll let her do her little comedy with sister Felicita.
After all, we have to play our roles, to the end, right?
Well.
You can go.
Does it make you happy that I'm dying?
I came to tell you what Jesus revealed to me.
Your daughter is waiting for you to join her.
I don't believe a word.
But she's not in hell. It's still that.
You gave your life to God without believing in him.
Now it should be your comfort
and your salvation.
But you are alone facing the terror of death.
God has never spoken to me as he speaks to you.
He is talking to you now.
It speaks to you through your pain.
So, he talks a lot!
But I don't understand anything he wants to tell me.
Which is what?
What is he telling you?
Do you believe that I know?
May be, yes.
Yes, you know.
Yes.
Tell me.
Benedetta!
Benedetta, forgive me!
Benedetta!
Benedetta, look at me!
Please, forgive me.
Tell me you don't hate me.
That's fine. I had to be betrayed.
Let me!
I grant you the mercy of strangulation.
You will not suffer in the flames.
But you have to confess.
Renounce your vanity!
Confess!
I will confess.
Speak!
Miserable town of Pescia!
I couldn't save you.
I could not make you renounce evil.
You have betrayed my love!
Now none of you will be spared!
Death will run through this city.
Like a wind that mows down everything in its path
Look!
The Angel of Death
has stretched out his arms
Death is here!
It already walks among you.
Angel of Death!
Show me your face.
He's the one who did this to me.
The bishop!
He is the one who brought the plague to Pescia.
To you.
To your children! Enough!
To the stake.
Take her to the stake.
To the stake. No! No!
No! If she dies, we will all be cursed!
It is the bishop! It is the bishop who brought death!
It is the bishop who has to burn!
Untie her! Untie her!
Run away!
Take this kiss of peace!
Don't be afraid.
Do you want me to pray for your soul?
When you were dead,
did you see another world?
Jesus showed me everyone's place, past, present and future.
And I,
did you see me in heaven or in hell?
In heaven.
You lie to the end.
What are you doing?
I have to go back there.
But there is nothing left there.
Why do you go back there?
The monastery is my home and I swore to spend the rest of my life there.
It is a thing of the past.
Not for me.
We can go where we want now.
- Do you believe that? - Yes! Anywhere.
To Rome, Venice, Spain...
How are we going to eat?
Are we going to steal?
Or will we sell ourselves?
there are worse things. At least you would be alive.
If you come back there, they will take you back to the stake.
They won't burn me anymore.
Come on! I will be protected.
By whom? Your husband, Jesus?
Still don't believe in me?
- After everything you've seen? - Look.
- I already explained. When God... - There is nobody here! We are alone!
You can admit it, they are stories. Say it!
Say it.
If you love me, say it.
Say it, why do you say such terrible things?
Because I don't want you to die.
The people who were for you yesterday will throw you into the fire.
You're right.
They will tie me to the stake.
And they will set fire on.
The flames will touch me, but won't burn me!
God will not allow that to happen.
And everyone will see it.
No one will ever question me, never again. Not even you.
You will not doubt or be afraid of anything.
That will be my gift to you.
You are crazy!
You're just a child, Bartoloméa.
This is part of your charm.
Go away!
Then go.
Go to hell!
May they burn you!
Go away!
Sister Benedetta Carlini's martyrdom was rejected.
She lived until she was seventy years old, isolated in the monastery complex.
She could attend mass, and then have dinner with the sisters but sitting on the floor.
The plague that ravaged the country, completely spared the city of Pescia