Come in!
May I take your temperature?
Thank you.
The audience is here, we can play.
Okay.
Lighting team, we're coming up to the stage
and we'll be right there.
Are you lost?
Yes?
Okay, why in the hotel?
What do you mean she didn't get it?
I don't care about that.
And the condition?
No, not your condition, stupid, the house, the grounds?
Okay, yes, of course we'll have to invest
just like we did
with the other place in ... what was it called again?
Yes, exactly.
And what are you going to do next?
Or is it too much for you to handle again?
Well, just kick her out then.
Okay, well then, bye.
What a loser.
Saint Wilgefortis, also known as Saint Ontkommer,
Santa Liberata, or Saint Kümmernis,
was the daughter of a pagan king in Provence.
His daughter was the apple of his eye and he spoiled her,
granting her everything she desired.
As she grew up,
she became more and more beautiful day by day.
The king took a look at her and wondered about her future.
Because of a pious man
who stayed at the king’s court for several weeks,
Wilgefortis converted to the Christian faith
and vowed to remain a virgin like the Lord’s mother.
Soon after,
her father received a visit from the Portuguese king Amasius.
Amasius, an elderly man already, was immediately taken
by the exceptional beauty of his host’s daughter
and asked for her hand in marriage.
Flattered by his visitor’s enthusiasm
and with the prospect of a possible union
between the two kingdoms, the Provençal king agreed.
Now, when her father arranged for her to marry the pagan king,
the daughter steadfastly declared that she was a Christian
and would never accept an earthly man as her husband.
Her father tried his best to persuade her,
painting her future in the most dazzling colors.
The daughter, however, remained unconvinced.
She laughed and she cried, she begged and she screamed.
Over and over again,
her outbursts ended with the stubborn refusal
to marry the Portuguese king.
At this, her father flew into an unholy rage
and had her thrown into the dungeon.
And he would let her stew there until she would do his will,
marry the befriended king and deny the Christian idol.
Lonely and without consolation, the daughter in the dungeon
begged the Lord to disfigure her so that no man would desire her.
She prayed like this for hours
and finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
When she woke up again, she had the appearance of a man
and a rich beard adorned her visage.
When her father came to ask her again and saw her in this state,
he was seized with horror.
He asked his daughter who had done this to her.
She confessed to him
that she had asked her Christian God,
who had died on the cross,
to take all beauty from her and to make her like him.
With this, her father almost lost his mind
and had her nailed to a cross,
so that she would be like her new God even in this.
She spent the three days she had left praising the Lord
and preaching from the cross with such fervour
that many thousands and, at last, even her father,
the Provençal king, converted to the Christian faith.
To atone for his crime,
her father built a church in her honor
and placed in it an effigy of his crucified daughter.
One day a minstrel
was passing by the Church of Saint Wilgefortis.
He entered and when he saw her hanging on the cross,
he was filled with such sorrow
that he began to play his violin for her.
As he was playing, all his own misery came to mind.
A starving woman, a sick child, not enough money.
Wilgefortis took pity on him and, in gratitude for his music,
she dropped one of her golden shoes.
Joyfully, the minstrel accepted the gift from the saint,
but when he went to the village to use the shoe to pay his debts,
he was accused of theft, thrown into the dungeon
and soon sentenced to death by hanging.
But when the prisoner’s procession
passed by the church on its way to the execution,
the minstrel asked to be allowed to play
one more time at the feet of Wilgefortis.
The judges granted him this last wish
and as, full of fervour, he played once again
under the image of Saint Wilgefortis, she dropped her other shoe.
The whole world saw
that the minstrel had not lied and had not committed theft,
so they released him,
and he lived his life without worries.
From then on, all who were plagued by sorrow or distress
came to the cross of Saint Kümmernis and called on her for help.
According to the legend, many were heard
and their sufferings were taken away from them.
The Church, however,
did not like the image of a bearded woman.
The Church did not like
that a woman should dare to sacrifice herself on the cross
like the Saviour.
And thus a mantle of silence
was spread over the fate of Wilgefortis.
Yes, that's me.
Yes.
And what is your name?
Maria. Very good.
Tell me, what's the issue?
Okay, I understand.
Well, yes.
Don't you worry, everything will be fine.
Wait a second, I'm going to check my agenda.
Would Wednesday be okay? At three o'clock?
Yes. Very good.
Don't worry. Everything will be fine.
All right, then. Goodbye.
The children!
Have you ever thought about the children?
Hey, Baby.
What have you done to my daughter?
Now! Now! It's time!
Hello.
Yes, send me a taxi, please.
The old hacienda of the monastery, yes.
In 30 minutes?
All right, thank you.
Shit.
She doesn't answer.
She just won't answer.