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THE LEOPARD

APRIL 1860

THE ITALIAN PENINSULAR IS FRAGMENTED
INTO SMALL KINGDOMS.

FOR MORE THAN 100 YEARS,

SICILY HAS BEEN RULED
BY THE BOURBON DYNASTY.

IN THE NORTH, A MOVEMENT
FOR THE UNIFICATION OF ITALY

IS GETTING A FOOTHOLD.

GENERAL GARIBALDI
ASSEMBLES AN ARMY TO SAIL SOUTH.

THE CITY OF PALERMO BRACES ITSELF.

Obey the curfew!
Return to your houses!

Go home!

On guard!

Are you insolent?

Or are you just stupid?

The city is forbidden to enter

I'm aware of that, Captain.

Yes, my Prince.

Lower your weapons!

It is unsafe for you here, Prince.

The city is in complete…
complete disorder.

Garibaldi's supporters
are becoming increasingly violent.

And you are doing well to guard everyone.

We need to pass to go up there, you see?

You may pass, of course.

Allow them to enter!

Move aside for the Leopard!

Withdraw the cannons! Immediately!

Come on, hurry up!
Quickly, hurry up!

That's it. Now, back to your positions!

Open up!

It's the Prince of Salina!

Your Excellency.

Prince!

Papa!

Papa!

Prince, we'll all have to obey
the curfew before long.

Father.

Pack your things immediately.

Please.

Bendicò, come on.

Come on, Bendicò.

With these riots in the city,

any family with ties
to the Bourbon regime are at risk.

Bearing in mind the danger
of possible outcomes,

it's imperative the young lady
should leave here with us, you see.

Prince, please know that whatever happens
out there, the girl is safe here with us.

I don't believe anybody
would dare to attack

the convent of the Holy Redeemer.

Indeed, I fully respect
your opinion, Mother Superior.

Probably even agree with you, in truth.

But my wife, though,
the benefactor of this wonderful convent…

promises she won't give me

or the Holy Redeemer a second's rest
unless she leaves here with us.

What's happened here?

Move the carts. Quickly!

What's going on here?

Papa.

It's not safe, Your Excellency.

Help! Help!

Help!

Papa, we'll be killed if we stay here.

It's true. Let's go.

The road is clear,
my Prince. We can proceed.

My Prince, quickly!

-You must get back in!
-Your Excellency?

Prince, help me!

-Please…
-Come now!

-Prince!
-Hurry up, Capitano!

-Get in, Your Excellency.
-Help, will you?

Wait there!

Papa!

-Go! Go!
-Death to the Bourbons!

When they say,
"Death to the Bourbons", they talk of us?

They want us dead as well?

They are heretics,
apostates and cutthroats.

Garibaldi wants to tear down
every abbey that is here.

Never mind hanging the Pope.

If you wouldn't mind holding your tongue
for the time being, I would appreciate it.

Garibaldi's not here.

He remains in Genoa, huh?

They'll just end up beating each other,

taking it all out
on some poor soldier or two.

When they've stolen every bottle
of wine from every cellar,

they'll return to their old lives again.

And that's when I'll have
to return to the convent, isn't it?

That's certainly the plan
of your mother's.

But that's for tomorrow.

Here you are.

Go on.

It's so good to be back here.

They're here! They're here!

They've returned! They've returned!

Concetta!

Caterina!

-You're so thin!
-Oh, she's always been thin.

Move out the way!

Tell me!
Did you see battles while you were there?

Concetta! We got you out
at the perfect time, then.

What do you mean, "we"?
You didn't make it to Palermo, did you?

He wanted to come and bring along
his duelling pistols as well.

That's enough teasing of each other.

Mama.

Mm.

I can't believe your hair smells
like the soap at the convent.

Thank you.

Pleasure. Shall we?

Let's go and have breakfast.

-Papa told me all about it.
-We have an amazing granita.

-Sounds delicious!
-Wait until you actually taste it!

Amen.

You need to try this.

Hurry, before Father Pirrone
eats everything.

Tancredi's not here?

Our cousin attends
or does not as he pleases.

He's now a grown man,
and what he does is no concern of ours.

Except we pay for it.

Father Pirrone,
are you feeling alright?

You look a little pale.

Father Pirrone had
a brutal night last night.

Is that why you look a bit pale? Yes, um…

A bit pale and white, Father?

It's not funny, though.

I agree entirely with Father Pirrone.

It's not funny at all.

He had every right to be scared.

-Paolo, they weren't serious.
-It's serious, Mama.

Do not interrupt your mother, Paolo.

Sorry.

Garibaldi doesn't just want
to destroy the Jesuits,

But also the Bourbon Kingdom.

He wants to take our lives,
crush them into pieces.

-Throw us into the sea.
-He's right.

So forget about dresses and balls,
Chiara, all right?

-Don't talk such nonsense, Paolo.
-Celebrations are for everyone.

There's an army on its way,
whether you believe it or not.

Those peasants setting fire to Palermo,
they're just making way for soldiers.

Be silent!

That's enough!

Pardon me, Papa.

Please forgive me.

I don't know how you can be
unconcerned about what is coming.

Paolo, we are in Sicily here.

It's April, isn't it?

In two months' time,
when it'll be hot and dry here,

it'd be ridiculous for anyone
in their right mind

to even contemplate starting a revolution.

All anyone will be after
is a quiet bolt-hole

for shade to rest in until October.

And we carry on with our lives
by not giving up.

Hmm?

Our home here is secure.

That's all there is to say.

Yes, Papa.

Yes, Papa.

Good. So… now we should enjoy
our breakfast and Concetta's return.

Come on, everybody. Eat.

-Mm.
-Mm.

"It's not funny."

"It's not…
it's not… it's not funny at all!"

Come on, Father.
We're only joking.

Oh, Father,
we love you. That's it.

Come on.
Let's go. That's it. Good boy.

COLLECTED SPEECHES OF GIUSEPPE GARIBALDI

Don Tancredi!

Concetta!

It's alright, Gaetano.

It's only my dear cousin
paying us a visit.

Thank you for visiting, Concetta.

You know it's always a pleasure
to see you.

But I'm afraid I have to rush off now
as I'm terribly busy.

Who are all those weapons for, Tancredi?

For a friend of mine.

It's important to help friends, is it not?

The men I saw last night in Palermo,
set on murdering a king's captain,

didn't seem like friends to me.

You mean they looked like Gaetano?
Gaetano's my friend, Concetta.

You've decided to fight for them,
have you?

-Papa will be most unhappy about that.
-But he's your papa, not mine.

You know his opinion of you.

Well, don't tell him.

He thinks that all the problems
will disappear over the summer.

Of course he does, Concetta.

That's the conclusion he'd prefer,
isn't it?

Because everything that you are,
you owe to what the Bourbons gave to you.

And everything that you are is because
of what my father has done for you.

-Ah.
-And what about our houses? Our gardens?

You'll sacrifice it for friends?
Is that what this means?

Concetta, I'm protecting everything
as I should.

-Are you?
-Yes.

If I remain on the losing side,
how do I go about doing that?

And who says that we'll be beaten?

I do.

Think about it, Concetta.

Who are your soldiers fighting for,
all dressed in blue?

Huh? Protecting a king
that they've never even seen?

Or for a bunch of fat, pompous priests
so they can get fatter and fatter?

I mean, it doesn't seem
very motivating to me.

They have new ideas in the north.

There's industry there and progress too.

And we need that to happen.

Not censorship and corruption.

And what about

if you were to lose.

You wouldn't return
to the convent, would you?

That's the first persuasive argument
you've said, then.

Concetta, imagine what they're doing.

If only you could see
the new railways they're building.

You and I could take a boat together
from Messina to Naples,

and then a train for Rome,

Florence, or Venice.

And it would become just one country?

Imagine the splendour of it.

And Sicily wouldn't be a lonely island…
but part of a united nation.

I think you better not tell your father
that we've seen each other.

Oh, I see. You think that, do you?

I think I'll do as I please,
if you don't mind.

Concetta…

Well, maybe.

But on one condition.

That you remain safe out there
and, by letter, you tell me.

It is very touching
that you are so concerned about me.

Concetta, when you saw me inside earlier,

did you see it all?

I leave that with you, Concetta.

Russo.

My Prince.

Reliably punctual.

A splendid pair of boots, as well.

New, are they?

Let's go to Argivocale.

I want to solve
the mystery of these lemons.

Signor Ibba Agnolo.

Tenant farmer.

According to my calculations,

so far you have taken over 50 loads
full of Argivocale lemons from me.

No, that's not true!
I have nothing to do with that!

-You have to believe me!
-Enough of the umbrella.

-Please, I beg you. Please.
-My Prince, you mustn't drink that water.

There's an epidemic.

Prince, please, I beg you.

The lemons weren't taken by me.

They were stolen by bandits,
carrying rifles.

They attacked my family.

I had to give in. Nothing else I could do.

I beg you.

You have to believe
what I'm telling you, my Prince.

Do you think that's
a believable story, Russo?

If it really was bandits,
as he says, who stole the lemons,

why were we not told
about this theft before?

Huh?

These people are lying peasants, Prince.

They're experts at protesting,

Of course. They're Sicilian.

We Sicilians tell many lies.
That, we know.

Just like you are at the moment.

Misleading me with your own duplicity.

Oh no, my Prince. I swear.

-Aren't you?
-No.

Russo, I am perfectly well aware

that the bandits
he's referring to are, in fact, your men.

And that it's not only 50 loads of lemons
from Argivocale that are now missing.

But that that isn't even the half of it.

As there are 300 baskets
hidden in your cellar.

I didn't want to. I swear.

Alright, so tell me.

What was your grand idea, hey?

You'd start off
by taking crumbs, would you?

And then maybe when the revolution
has finally taken hold,

that's when you'd come
and return here to take all of the rest?

Now, then…

I should destroy you.

Burn down your house,
along with everything inside it.

I should throw your sons
onto the mountains.

Please, I'm begging you!

I'm begging you, no!

But I'm not going to.

Just this once.

Get up.

Prince, I don't know how to thank you.

You can begin by showing me some loyalty.

And you'd do well
to remember one little rule.

These gentlefolk know where they stand.

You… should stay where you are.

And I assure you, I shall stay where I am.

You understand, don't you?

Yes.

Thank you. Thank you, my Prince.

Start by digging a new well here
for access to clean water.

And make sure
these people always have fresh bread.

Now, get on with it.

Right away.

-Charbonnier.
-Coal.

Coal.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

Décasyllabe.

-Donna Concetta.
-Thank you, Mario.

-Chocolat.
-Chocolate.

REBELS FOUGHT OFF BY ROYAL TROOPS

-Come on, Bendicò. Let's go.
-Decasyllables.

To the highly esteemed
Donna Concetta Corbera.

I'm fine.

Your servant, Tancredi Falconeri.

Forward!

Right away.

To Donna Concetta Corbera.
All is well.

Help!

-Be careful, won't you?
-Yes, signore.

To Donna Concetta Corbera.
Everything's as planned.

All together!

I'm fine. Tancredi Falconeri.

Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!

For a united Italy! Yeah!

Death to the Bourbons!

Are there any letters for me?

Not today, Donna Concetta. I'm sorry.

What's the matter with him?
Why is he barking?

Apparently,
his mother lives here, in Monreale.

He was probably trying to go back home.

Oh, good heavens.

What is it, Paolo?
Do you have something to say?

He was a local lad, one of us, Papa.

And now there's a mother out there
who will have to mourn him.

All because of a pack of cowardly dogs
like Tancredi.

Do you know what everyone in Sicily says?

That your beloved Tancredi

is regularly seen fighting
in the streets of Palermo

and blatantly backing the rebels.

Papa, I know you seem to think
that he has the ability to walk on water…

-Paolo!
-But it's about time someone shot him!

Come here.

Come here!

Fabrizio!

Who is it?

Papa?

Yes?

What Paolo said about Tancredi…

Ignore it.

What is it, piccolina?

Why is it you seem upset?

It's because I promised
I wouldn't say anything about it.

And you're deciding now

that you should probably break
that promise, yes?

Well, you always say
you know everything, of course.

So perhaps, in that case,
there's no point in telling you now. Hmm?

I might have an idea, but I'm not God.
I can't know everything.

Oh!

And you don't mind if I remind you of that
whenever I want to?

This game's gone too far for me now.
I'm tired.

Come on. What have you to tell me?

Tancredi's written to me.

Almost every day. From Palermo.

What's he been telling you, then?

How he has been.

That he's well.

Any specific reason
why he wouldn't be well there?

He went to Palermo
to join up with everybody.

Yes, I was aware he'd done that.

Get to the point, though.

His letters are no longer arriving.

-Fabrizio, where are you going?
-Concetta can explain it all.

Concetta? Can it not wait
until tomorrow morning?

Open the gates!
Make way for the Prince of Salina!

Prince.

Who is that?

He's a prince.

So, you're here?

Uncle!

How did you find me?

Do you seriously believe
I didn't know what you've been doing

with all the money
that I've been giving you?

Even those pamphlets inciting insurrection
have been bankrolled, haven't they? Huh?

With money I gave you.

So, Uncle, you knew
and you let me carry on?

I would've acted sooner,

had I known you were going to be shot
in the street like dumb poultry.

We're relatively sure

that they won't follow through
with that idea.

Pity you can't see it all
for yourselves, though.

There's a baying crowd of people
with front-row seats.

They're all ready
and waiting for the spectacle

of your impending death tomorrow.

I'll try and talk to the relevant person
to put a stop to this tomorrow morning.

But I certainly can't guarantee it.

I was very fond of my sister.

Even though she was weak in so many ways.

She got married to an idiot

who then squandered
every last bit of her money.

When death took her…

When death took her…

Hmm, Tancredi had nothing left
to him at all.

He was left with nothing
when her life ended.

It was up to me
to provide everything for him.

He's always been exceptional.

Even when he was but a child.

I enjoyed countless memories with him
even more than with my own children.

You'll see to it
that he gets released tomorrow, then?

Mm.

I've still got no idea
what I'm going to say

to that arsehole governor
tomorrow morning.

Since when do we punish
young idealists with firing squads?

Actually, young idealists have
been executed since the dawn of time.

And the young man in question is a danger.

Ah, yes, indeed. Of that I'm sure.

Especially to his own good
and mainly when he gambles.

Prince, my troops are getting ready
to go to war.

And in war, we have to set examples.

Tancredi Falconeri,
who isn't even your son,

is the best example to give to anybody.

And you're making
an example of my own nephew

to teach all those ruffians how to behave?

The nephew of the Prince of Salina.

I'm sorry to have to explain this,

but all of those soldiers…
will be facing the firing squad.

Of course, if you'd like,

you can witness the execution
from the terrace.

This is a chequebook from one
of my accounts in London, you see?

Just name your price.

I'm grateful. Thank you.

But money's never been something
that has bothered me, I'm afraid.

It's too complicated to maintain.

What is it you want, then?

Just land.

Perhaps that very same land
you've always had in abundance.

It has allowed you
to never worry about a thing.

And what land exactly is that?

Perhaps Argivocale.

Argivocale?

I'll give you 20 hectares. Hmm?

I don't want just a patch of land
to become mine.

I want it all.

Yes, yes. I know
your family has held power there

for more than 100 years.

My price is all of it.

If you decide to attend…
you should come to the terrace.

What about 50 hectares?

Wait!

Since you love jail so much,
why don't you rob a bank?

That way, you can at least
buy back part of my estate

I had to hand over
to get you out of there.

My comrades are still held
in cells in there.

But, according to you,
it's not dishonourable

for me to leave them in there!

You have the nerve to talk
to me about dishonour?

Come on!

-May I?
-Please.

-Your Excellency.
-Balsamo, please dress him.

Uncle, why are you doing this for me?

Just get dressed and eat something.

Signore.

Why are we going to the club? Huh?

Two glasses of grappa.

Gentlemen, I'd like to propose a toast.

To my nephew, Tancredi Falconeri.

Anyone who doesn't participate
can consider himself an enemy of mine.

Heaven forbid, Prince. Cheers!

-Come on.
-Brandy.

Come on.

Long live Tancredi Falconeri!

Long live Tancredi Falconeri!

Cheers!

Let's go. Come on.

And honour this ghastly spectacle.

Pardon me.

Oh, my lady.

Holy Virgin Mary…

Please don't let me die.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die!

Oh, Holy Mary.

Mama.

-My little boy.
-Mama, I'm scared.

No!

Have mercy on us.
Have mercy on us, please!

I don't want to die!

Take aim!

Fire!

Long live Italy!

-Take aim!
-Long live Garibaldi!

Fire!

No! No!

Imagine what would've happened
if I'd let them shoot you out there today.

Francesco!

Bendicò, Bendicò.
That's enough. Get down. Good boy.

Papa likes the dog
on the table.

Those are the apricots.

-Are they ripe?
-Delicious.

-Would you like one?
-Yes.

Don't feed him that.
It'll upset his tummy.

Children.

It wasn't the tart.
It was a piece of brioche.

Even worse.
Dogs can't eat sugar.

-Cousin!
-And look who's back, Tancredi!

Tancredi!

Caterina.

Hello.

-You were missed more than you know.
-Chiara, hello.

Cousin.

He's not a dignitary on a visit. Enough.

Sit him there
and give him something to eat.

Come on, cousin. Sit down.

-Aunt Stella.
-Mm.

I'm grateful to you
for taking such good care of me.

Our house is yours, Tancredi.

We have all been praying
for you, Tancredi.

Father.

-Didn't you miss this?
-Yes, didn't you?

Caterina, I did.
In fact, there is something I must say.

That there has never been

a better table
than this one here always was.

Tancredi!

Well said, young man.

Wait for the granita.
It's the best there is.

-The brioches are good too.
-Here, Tancredi.

I've been looking forward
to this.

Oh, Concetta,
can I have some too?

Concetta?

No. Chiara,
you've had enough for everybody!

-Concetta!
-Mama!

Ooh!

It's so good.

Tancredi, you are mocking us?

Oh good heavens, must he do it now,
while everybody's together?

What we are, the privilege
of everything he's been given,

yet he refuses it.

He seems to be enjoying the food, Paolo.

Paolo, I understand your emotion.

I comprehend it entirely.

I love you. You are my cousin,
and I will always feel the same way.

Garibaldi and his army will land here
in a couple of days.

It's clear your nephew's presence here
is a stain on you,

and you can't even see it.

Or maybe you can?

But if he's a traitor, as now we all know…

By supporting him,
what does that make you, Papa?

Well, Uncle.

A question demands an answer.

I don't think he's said anything
that's debatable.

Yet you humiliate your son.

You cover him with shame.

What he asked you was
a perfectly reasonable question.

Obviously, we love Tancredi.

He's like a son to us.

But he's clearly siding against us.

Or at least, against the position
we're supposed to hold.

Even though I have no idea
what position that is anymore.

Our position is standing firmly
on our land.

Like we always have done?

Like we always have done.

You prefer your nephew to your son.

And your daughter Concetta to her sisters.

And your encounters in Palermo to me.

I know you for the man that you are.

As does God recognise you.

I couldn't bear
the idea of you ending up in hell.

Your soul is in every prayer of mine.

All your intercessory prayers,
Maria, make me aware of my own humility.

Nothing in this world could make you
aware of your own humility.

♪ Let me weep ♪

♪ Over my cruel fate ♪

♪ And that I long ♪

♪ For freedom ♪

♪ And that I long ♪

♪ And that I long ♪

♪ For freedom… ♪

You're troubled by something.

Plagued by sorrow.

Thank you for being so aware, Concetta.

Is it regarding your friends?

Which ones?

The ones who were executed?

Perhaps also those
who aren't dead

and who are now involved in the revolution
you'd like to be involved in too.

Concetta, look at this paradise.

There's a big part of me
that wishes to never leave here.

But it involves setting
for only what is here.

Which is nothing, Concetta.

That is not fair, though.

We are all here.

And all of this, as well.

I have a house in ruins
and an income your father gives to me.

The world out there is important.

And that's where I need to be.

I have the chance to build a future
full of opportunities, you know?

Can you imagine?

Hmm?

Your Excellency.

Your lemons.

I have some news.

I've transferred all my properties
in Argivocale to Governor Leonforte.

And made him believe
you're the only one who can manage them.

So, from now on,

you'll be no longer stealing from me,
but instead, you'll be stealing from him,

and with a much higher profit.

I'm being especially thoughtful, aren't I?
Wouldn't you say so?

Certainly. You're being
exceptionally generous to me.

That's good because now I need a favour
to show you appreciate me.

Anything that you need.

Garibaldi and his little army.
His boys dressed in red.

They should be over here
in the next day or two.

Would you and your men
really be able to confidently defend us

from any intrusion they might launch?

My Prince, I guarantee your house
will be safer than any convent.

Good.

What is it, Russo?
You have something to say to me?

Yes.

It's to do
with what your nephew's planning.

Uncle! What's going on?

Don't tell me
I left something at the house?

Do you know
what I find exceptionally annoying?

I'll have to hear from someone
how you bled to death

somewhere far away, fighting
a futile war on a distant battlefield.

It'd be better
if I were able to shoot you.

To recoup all the status
you lost at the club.

That's a good point.

So, your general.

Do you really think that his mission
to conquer Sicily will end in success?

Huh? Have you forgotten where you're from?

Impossible, if you ask me.

Greeks, Romans, Arabs, the Normans…

every one of them comprehensively failed
in their invasion.

We dusted ourselves off
after we got our island back.

But everyone was thinking,

"What makes them think they could invade
and successfully take command of us?"

Then we sat here tranquilly,

expecting the next would-be ruler
not to be far behind.

Uncle, the next ruler
is knocking on the door.

I just hope you're prepared to open it.

Maybe everyone
will actually benefit from it.

Benefit from it? How so?

Is that by being more industrious?

Being cultured,
is that what you're saying?

More financially disciplined?

You're dreaming.

We don't want to improve ourselves

because we think we've been perfect
for this whole time.

And our vanity, you see, is more powerful
than anything else in this land.

Stronger than any army.

Uncle, if we want everything to remain
as it is, then everything must change.

Wait a moment.

Wait a moment.

We're in Sicily, after all.

Bound not to be long
before you have to bribe someone.

Arrivederci, Uncle.

Go up that way! Go. Go that way!

Long live Garibaldi!

All arms!

Long live Garibaldi!

Long live Garibaldi!

What if he's murdered?

It won't happen.