Maria Goretti

What happened?

PONTINE MARSHES JULY 5, 1902

The Goretti!

What's wrong?

Grab a blanket, too

Come on!

It was him!

Murderer! Murderer!

Kill him!

Stop!

The prisoner is now in the hands of justice!

Move away! Mom!

Mom! Mom!

Mom! Mom!

Maria!

Maria! Maria!

Maria!

Careful!

Make way! Maria! Maria!

Let us through!

You wretch! Murderer!

Murderer! Murderer!

To death! Go! Go!

Mom...

I didn't give up.

He's killed me.

Come on, let's put her on her side.

These are also bad wounds in the back.

Doctor, is it very serious?

We must operate her! She has been stabbed everywhere, ..

... at least 12 times. But that's not the worst thing.

No, You can't come.

In your daughter's condition..

we will not be able to use anesthetics. her heart wouldn't take it.

You know what that means

Be quiet. Calm! Maria!

Doctor, how is Maria?

I did my best. She has to get some rest now.

Mom My darling

I'm fine, now.

My brothers? They are fine. They are all at home.

Unfortunately She came round during the operation.

and was awake until the end.

I am thirsty. Can I have some water?

No liquids, I'm sorry.

We can only...

...wait.

Maria? She's in there, Father.

Come with me, for the child's sake.

It would be a miracle if your daughter managed to rest a little.

she must at least try to recover her strength.

Not you, Father. Stay.

Let's hope that the child...

That the child can survive it.

Maria!

Murdering a child like that...!

How can it come to that?

PONTINE MARSHES TWO YEARS EARLIER

Stop!

Stop!

This is for you. Thank you!

No, get up! I'm happy to help.

What is happening?

What happened to you?

You move away, Father! That's a thief!

It's already the third time he tries to steal, down at the farm.

So? What do you intend to do?

Just execute him like that, on two feet? Do not make me repeat it.

We have orders to take him back to the master.

He will tell us what to do. That's enough! Leave him alone.

Let us at least see his face, ..

or the master will take it out on us.

I said to leave him alone.

Who are you?

I've never seen you in church. Where are you from?

I'm going to Neptune to take up my new job.

I think we'll meet again soon.

Let's go! Leave him alone, The master can deal with it.

Take! Nothing happened.

Goodbye.

Thank goodness I came today to ..

... bring some comfort to these women.

Now. Keep calm! No more danger!

It is not fear. he's got malaria.

I've seen you before. You're one of the seasonal workers.

Madam, I beg you, don't send me away!

I can't stay without a job!

My children are hungry and without the pay we can't make it.

You have my word. Now you have to treat yourself.

No! I'm fine!

I can do it! I'm fine!

Most of the farmers who work here ..

... sooner or later will catch malaria.

And who is the master of these lands?

If you want to know Conte Mazzoleni, ..

... after lunch you always find him at home.

My name is Elena Mazzoleni. I'm his wife.

Thank you.

Malaria! Once you've got it, you never get rid of it.

But how is it possible Nothing can be done?

In short, the man I met today has to die just like that?

Malaria can only be prevented, with quinine.

But the quinine is expensive! And how do they pay for it, the farmers?

What kind of man is the master who drives the farmers to hunger ..

... and let them be destroyed by malaria?

Even in the Catechism it is written that oppressing the poor.

... and not giving the right reward to the workers ..

These are among the worst sins that a man can do!

They are sins that cry out for vengeance before God.

We can help these workers ..

... only by supporting them with the power of faith to the Lord.

Tomorrow morning, first thing ..

I'd recommend taking a look at Campomorto.

It is it's there at Conca that we need more help for the functions.

There are two small chapels

... and they're usually only open in summer.

And are they far?

It will be six kilometers.

If you want, you can take my buggy ..

... or there is a shortcut through the swamp.

Father! Are you lost?

Come with me.

Thank you.

We have arrived, Father. Thank you.

Goodbye, Father! Goodbye!

We kill ourselves with work ..

... and he steals everything!

He swore that if we do 400 quintals of harvest, ..

... will sign us a real contract.

And then he asks us only a third of the harvest, ..

... which is less than what we paid before!

Eh, a third...

Only the tools and seeds we have to buy from him ..

with debts! then we have to sell it to him...

... at the price that says his lordship, the Count!

look...They work the same land..

they share the same house and fight each other like two dogs!

and they think they're partners?

Shut your mouth and get to work, partner!

Here's Maria! It's time to eat! always on time like a clock.

That's enough, thanks.

Maria... Maria...

He won't make it to the summer.

I want to know where you got that call! Let's eat!

Give me that!

Oh, Sarde '! But how does that little girl do it? Maria never stops!

Of course! Not like someone I know!

Damn...! you always reproach me!

Don't forget your son.

Half man... half a ration!

Take!

Marietta, can we make 400 quintals?

We'll make it! You can say it louder! We'll make it!

We'll make it!

The Body of Christ. Amen.

The Body of Christ. Amen.

The Body of Christ. Amen.

The Body of Christ. Amen.

The Body of Christ. Amen.

But you still here?

Come on, clear the table!

May I? Father...

Are you the family that lives with the Serenelli, in Cascina Antica?

Yes, it's a nice big farmhouse. large enough for two families.

After all, Giovanni Serenelli has only got his son now.

I've seen the swamp. It must be hard work to tiring there.

Yes. And then the owner isn't very easy to please either.

However, you only have to dry out the land.

... and be able to plow it.

Then you can grow fresh beans for fodder and wheat...

Then you realize the gift God has given us.

I'm Luigi Goretti.

We're not from here. We come from outside.

These are my sons.

Angelo, Ersilia, Sandrino and Mariano.

This is Assunta, my wife.

She holds little Teresa, the last one in her arms.

Ah, but That leaves...

Here she is.

She is Maria.

Good morning! Good morning, Father!

Take the dogs there. Make them eat.

Good morning. Is the Count free?

Yes, come. I'll show you the way.

Father Basilio is here, the new Priest.

They told me that you'd arrived a few days ago.

So, How are you doing here at Conca?

I'm not used to it yet.

But I saw that they are all good people, good people..

... including that poor man that your men tried to kill.

They wanted only to give him a lesson.

We are not murderers around here.

However,They're rabble worse than animals.

And then, when they steal, they must be punished.

That man was also severely weakened by malaria.

Even the newspapers, today, they talk about malaria.

According to our political class..

... now we should pay for the quinine out of our pockets.

But how much it would cost us they do not write it.

Three lire. Every year, a worker, wife and relatives included.