A fig tree located on the property of a baron of the lower Padana has for many centuries been the subject of veneration. One day the baron, a crippled atheist, sees a girl lying on the fig tree in a benevolent attitude and exchanges for the holy venerated by her villagers. The aristocrat immediately converts and decides to give up his belongings to a religious institution. In fact, he was the victim of a scam, and the "santa" is a prostitute who has given up on rage.—Tony Montana