The Decameron

Food!

- -

Mom, I got a chicken!

Mom!

Where does she go?

I don't know where she goes.

My wife,

she's dead!

My wife, she's dead!

My wife is dead!

-She's dead! -What a beautiful love story.

Do you think my betrothed will love me as much?

Love you enough to cling to your dead body long after you've passed?

Of course!

My wife is dead! My wife is dead!

My wife is dead!

I'll sort that for you, Padrona.

- My wife is dead! -Got the wedding dress?

Have you packed my pastoral tapestries?

Oh...

-Thank heavens you reminded me! - She's dead!

Doctor, my daughter.

-Doctor, please. Please help me. -No. Sorry, I can't.

-We need help! -Leave me alone.

-Doctor, my daughter. - Help me.

-Let go! Let go! -

Prayer alone can save you now.

-No, it can't. -You lie!

-Fuck off! -You lie!

Don't run away from us! Where are you going?

Doctor!

Doctor!

- Padrone? - Doctor, I'm caught.

Do not worry, I'm coming.

- -I can help.

This tunic has too many sleeves.

-It's unsafe. - Okay.

Ouch!

I am glad you are awake, Padrone Tindaro. I'm anxious to leave for the villa.

Is this Leonardo of Fiesole a country person?

Will there be any serious thinkers there, or will they all be simple?

I have no doubt that you will educate them.

In any case, we cannot risk your health in Firenze any longer.

I thought my excrement looked extra black this morning.

Let me be the judge of your excrement, Padrone.

-I did it in a handkerchief. - There we are.

Perfect. I'll take a peek and we're off.

And I know I've confessed and repented for this many times before,

but the sin of vanity weighs heavy on my soul.

How beautiful I looked on my wedding day.

- - I was breathtaking.

Vanity and evil pride.

Forgive me, Father.

I also have to confess a lie. I told...

I hate to interrupt, darling, but the carriage awaits.

I am not finished.

I haven't even broached the topic of sloth, envy,

mixing fabrics, temptation.

Neifile, the invitation mentioned a welcome dinner, which we'd hate to miss.

They always serve the best dishes at the welcome dinner.

Then it's just pasta, pasta, pasta.

Wait. Father, what is my penance?

It's a long journey to the villa. You can pray for absolution the whole way.

Oh.

-That's true. -

- -

What a waste, eh?

Yeah.

Every one's someone's father or sister or...

Boots! Mine!

Lucky.

Don't touch him. He's another one.

You're a freak, Licisca.

How in the Lord's name is that supposed to help my father?

The man said that the pestilence is cursed air released from earthquakes,

so the amulets scare the bad air back down to Hell.

And the flowers?

The flowers prevent more bad air from... from entering the... the body.

Oh, they do, mouth breather?

Come brush my hair.

-Well, I'll just tend to your... -Brush my hair.

Ugh! You're so annoying.

Could you do my mother's comb?

He's going to die too, you know.

-Don't say that. -He will.

-And then I'll be an orphan. -You won't be an orphan.

You'll just be an adult woman who... has no parents.

You have no idea what this feels like, Licisca. Okay?

Lucky for you, you've been an orphan your whole life.

So, of course you're utterly insensitive about the topic.

Yeah, no, you're right. I'm sorry, Padrona.

Anyway, I'll be an orphan with no husband,

so no way out of here.

I received this today.

What does it say?

The Barone Piero is not planning a proposal at this time

due to the fact that he is dead.

Oh no.

Oh, Padrona, I'm sorry.

Although you did very much hate him.

What does that have to do with anything?

Well, I just... I imagined you would've had to have spent some time with him

during the marriage.

But you and I could've snuck off together to, I don't know, hug goats,

or whatever it is they do in the countryside.

Or at night, if I couldn't sleep, you'd have told me stories in the kitchen.

Or rubbed my feet.

But all that's gone now.

When father dies, I will be trapped here all alone.

I'll be here.

Licisca, you're the only servant left. You'll probably leave too.

I wouldn't do that.

You need me.

Could you please do something to make him stop?

You look different, Licisca.

Have you changed your hair?

Oh sure, this will cure me in moments.

I can feel it working already.

I'm gaily running around the room.

Well, anything is worth trying.

I'm not going to make it through this.

You have a chance.

God willing, we all have a chance.

I hope you know how much I've appreciated having you in the home over the years.

Watching you grow.

You really are like a daughter to me...

only poor...

and not as important as the others, but still alive.

Licisca, I need a snack.

Could you believe of the three, she's the one who survived?

She's... certainly spirited.

You don't have it, right?

-Not yet. No. -I thought that meant you do.

Shit, does it?

I come bearing a message for Signor Eduardo

from his cousin the Visconte Leonardo of Fiesole.

-The lord of Villa Santa? - Yes.

We're listening.

The Visconte Leonardo requests the presence of Signor Eduardo,

his fair wife Signora Elissa...

Dead.

-...his daughters Violetta... -Dead.

-...Lauretta... -Dead.

-...and Filomena... -Not dead.

...at his countryside villa.

He desires that you flee the pestilence-ridden city

and enjoy a respite in the beautiful, not-infected countryside.

And you're invited to stay as long as you please.

The Visconte Leonardo is unwed, correct?

Your father's cousin?

You have any better ideas?

Visconte Leonardo is unwed, but not for long.

He is to meet his soon-to-be-bride on Friday.

Well, who... who else is invited?

Many of Firenze's most prominent families are expected.

Aren't most of them dead?

Please inform our dear cousin Leonardo

that Eduardo's daughter Filomena would be delighted to attend,

and that I cannot wait to make his acquaintance on Friday.

-Padrona, let's discuss this with... -Thank you.

Padrona Filomena, we cannot leave your father here.

Don't be so foolish, Licisca.

There is no way I'm turning this opportunity down.

I meet an eligible noble, he buys me a castle,

I'm never alone again.

Your father is gravely ill.

This is our ticket out of here.

The pestilence is yet to reach the countryside.

We flee now, we have a chance to survive.

So it's settled, then. We leave tomorrow at dawn.

I can't.

Excuse me?

Your father is my master, and I cannot leave him in distress.

I made a promise to your mother.

What's the point in keeping a promise to a dead woman?

Very well, we'll stay and get sick and die.

When we see my mother in Heaven,

she'll be thrilled to know you kept your promise.

Merry pestilence to you!

Don't even know why my uncle wanted me to go to this stupid villa.