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THE LEOPARD

TWENTY YEARS EARLIER

Come on. Move.

Come on. Stupid animals.

-Give 'em here, Sedara.
-Be careful.

Stop. Steady.

They're spirited as well as healthy.

You think this is enough, do you?

It's all I can give you.

If it's more you want?

If it's more you want,
I'll have it back off you.

Hmm?

Ma!

Get the girl out here, yeah?

Don Calogero.

Signorina Bastiana.

Get out! Get out!

-Breathe.
-Fuck!

-You horned devil.
-Breathe.

I'm sorry. It's a girl.

That's all right.

Better, actually.

Angelica.

See, you can do it.

Angelica, who's better than you?

No one is, Papa.

Turn around.

Perfect.

Come on.

I'm disappointed that you weren't invited.

-Stupid bastards they would--
-Shh.

Don Calogero Sedara.
And signorina Angelica Sedara.

Hmm.

-Princess.
-Don Calogero.

Don Fabrizio.

Angelica?

Angelica.

My prince.

Oh, here comes the timballo!

-It's the best timballo ever.
-I know.

Angelica, how many times have I told you
about this timballo?

-I can't even begin to describe it.
-Probably just as well, Mayor.

Yes.

Hold your excitement,

and you'll see what happens
when the rum jelly comes out, Angelica.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

My goodness, just look at that.

-It looks as good as it tastes.
-I hope so. How magnificent.

Oh!

We could go for a walk
in the garden later, if you'd like to.

It's exceptional. I've asked
the princess for the recipe every time,

but no one will give it to me. No one.

-That's a family secret.
-Rightly so.

-The livers are scrumptious.
-What's that delicate scent?

-Signor Sedara, your cologne is exquisite.
-Is it very beautiful in France?

Did you like Paris?

Yes. It was a wonderful city.
I really do miss it terribly.

It was bought by Angelica.

Ah.

Everyone is wondering…
which way your vote'll go.

I'm constantly being asked,

"Which party do you think
the Leopard will side with?"

-In my op--
-We've never needed elections in Sicily.

So I've never voted as I've never had to.

And I certainly don't intend to start now.

Don Fabrizio's title and all land together
were given by the king.

-And therefore, they are God given.
-It's a shame, though.

Our king is not in power any longer.

But God is still God.

Father Pirrone is delighted,
no doubt, that you feel this way.

Good, good.
That was…

That's funny.

Are you happy?

-Yes, Concetta. Of course.
-It's all a charade.

Do you really believe Garibaldi,
as well as his king,

will simply forget about their victory,
recall all their troops,

and finally leave Sicily
if the people vote no?

In my personal opinion, uh, Prince,

the people won't vote no. No.

So then, would you say
you're are in favour, Mayor Sedara?

Princess, I'm only saying that,

if the people are able to make a choice,
have their voices heard--

-Yes?
-Um…

-People will be content, I'd say.
-Huh?

He sounds like Tancredi.

Is that so?

Exactly the same.

Don Tancredi,

do you feel the same
as my father does about it?

Yes, I do.

But I feel the same way
as my uncle as well.

To lose an eye in combat

and still not know
exactly where you stand…

That can't be a very comfortable position
to be in.

Signorina, you are right.

How did it happen to you?

-Angelica, Tancredi would rather--
-Concetta.

It was a little place.

A place very similar to this one.

The locals
had recently taken control of it.

So my company was sent in
as reinforcements,

for another that was in difficulty there.

Though it wasn't that easy.

They hadn't run into difficulties.

They were the difficulties.

They were a company of Sicilian men,
mainly new recruits.

And inebriated on the power
of their new red shirts,

were ransacking the town.

Father Pirrone, I'm embarrassed to say

that when we got there,
they were pillaging a convent.

And you protected the sisters?

We tried our best, Concetta.

But unfortunately hell had broken loose.

And this was a consequence.

And from an upper window,
the abbess was chucked out on her face.

Oh, dear Lord.

But not one of the others were defiled
or dishonoured in any way.

Maybe because they were too old
or ugly to bother about.

Tancredi.

However, Signorina Angelica,

I'm sure the situation
would have been markedly different

if, for instance,
you had excited the novices.

Every man pulling from an entire battalion
wouldn't have got them off you.

Tancredi, we're not
in your officers' mess now.

What makes you think
you can talk in this manner?

I'm ashamed of you.

You should've thrown them out of there.
Onto the street.

Oh, please do try to remain calm, Stella.

I shan't do any such thing.

The mayor, his daughter,
and Tancredi, thrown onto the street.

Nothing that serious actually happened.

Tancredi started being silly,

told an inappropriate joke
which a beautiful girl laughed at.

-But that's it.
-Cut them off publicly.

That's what you should do.
They should be made an example of.

-For Concetta, if nothing else.
-No one was laughing at Concetta.

What was it that girl did
that so gravely offended her?

Explain, will you?

Stand there next to her.

Quite a little scratch.

Listen here.

I don't mind you entertaining yourself
with the pathetic village mayor's daughter

anytime and anywhere you want.

But not in front of my daughters.

Have you forgotten they're princesses?

Speaking of which,

what's the story with you and Concetta?

Huh?

Should I be taking it seriously?

Honestly, I don't know.

I just don't know.

What are you doing now?

I'm moving on.

I have a feeling that if I stay here
for even a day longer,

I'll end up doing something
that I might end up regretting.

It's night, though,
and so go to bed instead.

You'll feel better after.
We can discuss this in the morning.

My mind is made up.

I'm going.

Fine. Go wherever you want,
and continue to do whatever pleases you.

Just send us news now and again.

Father Pirrone was most content
with your actions yesterday.

He thinks you were correct
in speaking up and intervening.

Unlike your father did.

Tancredi's whole performance
was unacceptable and vulgar.

The war has disfigured him, though.

Thats why he jokes. It's only natural.

I think we should be forgiving, don't you?

Should be forgiving?

And try to understand
the pain in his heart.

If the convent has encouraged you
to feel this… sentimentality,

maybe we don't return you
to their embrace.

In fact, I'd rather not return there.

Being married would make me happy.

I love him, Papa.

And we'd both be loving you,
and you loving us,

and we'd stay here to help you

Princess, come in.

In the name of the descendent
of your foundress,

the holy and blessed Corbera…
I humbly ask that you see fit

to grant me refuge here.

Let us now give thanks
to our blessed Corbera,

who as a testament to truth,
left this rock here

that the devil threw down at her.

Thanks to your saintly ancestor,
Your Excellency, it was forced back,

with the power of the Almighty.

Ah, these here are the best almond cakes
to be found in the whole of Sicily.

Which makes them
the best in the world.

Mother Superior,

I'd say these benches…

They are new here?

And the roof, up there,
a portion of it has received renovation.

Uh, it has very recently,
Your Excellency.

And also the fountain.

Truly a sight to behold.

Tell me, how so?

Uh… the fountain was repaired
to mark your visit here, Your Excellency.

Who did it, though?

Uh… the stonemason who's employed here
brought someone to do it.

I was actually enquiring who paid for it.
That was what I wondered.

Because, you see, all of your funding,
as far as I'm aware, is still in my hands.

It's still with you,

Don Calogero, Your Excellency.

The Mayor.

Sedara?

And why would he offer that?

As he is local, Your Excellency.

And you are only here,
I would say, annually.

Meaning to say he's often here.
Is that what you're telling me?

My dear Don Ciccio.

-Don Fabrizio.
-Shall we?

Amen.

He even managed
to gain access into the convent.

Why is he meddling in this?

I've always been the one to cover
the costs of the Blessed Corbera.

The mayor…

Hmm?

He believes that the town council
should be paying for matters

relating to Donnafugata.

We've never run things
like that before.

Is no one protesting against this?

Everybody who has contributed
to town funds

held communally has received
a loan to be able to do it.

From Don Calogero.

So you see, who would complain?

Why would they want
to protest against it? Wait.

Is there anyone in Donnafugata
who doesn't owe him money?

I'm not beholden to him.

Prince.

Go, go.

Go on, find it! Run, run, run!

Princess?

Your forgiveness, I beg of you.

And also of you, Concetta.

I'm truly sorry.

He was a lowly farmer,
born with nothing.

So where did he find the capital
to offer loans to everyone?

When the Redshirts
began arriving here from Genoa,

Sedara secured all the reserves
of wheat held in the province here.

A month of patience, and when the invaders
came onshore,

suddenly, the price of the land
had tripled in value.

He buys cheap land that's worth nothing.
You'd assume it was barren, though.

And miraculously, right there,

they, out of nowhere,
discover there's sulphur to be mined.

He is wealthier than the devil.

And a ruthless individual.

A scourge that will not stop
until he has exactly what he wants.

Which is?

You.

All he wants is to be you.

-Try.
-You must, come on have one.

You must. I think
you will really enjoy their flavour

That girl, Father…

I'm happy to confess
that I wish I could have been Zeus,

that I could have transformed
into a white bull

and have her taken her there and then.

Keep praying, Your Excellency.

Your prayers will help to clear your mind,

refresh your entire body,

and placate your heart.

None of that will help, though.

I'm not worried about
a few lustful thoughts preoccupying me.

But they do worry me.

I long for the death of them.

These people who desire
to walk all over us…

…who smile and laugh
and bow to us during the day,

and rob us blind by night.

If I were a heathen king,

in order to protect my family,

I'd have them all killed.

Good day, signorina.

It pains me to struggle to find
a more civil way

to reclaim all that they've stolen.

I'd prefer to use a pistol or knife.

For those thoughts, I pray.

Concetta, are you in love?

You mustn't tell anyone.

Has he ever stroked
your hair and kissed your neck?

Or taken his hand, maybe,
and slid from your waist down?

Concetta, excuse me.
Sometimes I can be quite vulgar.

Your first kiss, what do you remember?
Tell me, Angelica.

Was he a Frenchman?

Or a poet from Russia?

It was the son of a stonemason
from Donnafugata.

And are you still friends?

My father had him beaten
and thrown onto the mountain.

I believe our upbringings
were very different, don't you?

Your turn.

You won't tell me who he is yet?

YES TO A UNITED ITALY.

Signorina Angelica,
I've a beautiful peach here.

Save it for later.
Otherwise, you'll get your dress dirty.

Tancredi.

Concetta.

You remember Cavriaghi,

Tassoni.

I didn't know I'd see you.
You didn't say you were coming.

Did I upset you?

Because I confided in Father Pirrone,
of what was said.

No, Concetta, please.

I'm really sorry. I just had to speak
to someone, you understand?

Concetta, I have to go and see Uncle.

-Aunt Stella.
-Buongiorno.

Welcome home.

Buongiorno, Uncle.

What are your intentions?

To spend the days here,
together, with you.

Don't bother trying to insult me,
or I shall rip you limb from limb.

Tell me, who have you returned for?

I assume Concetta.

No.

It's good
to see you again, Tancredi.

Imagine having a cousin like that one.

Too meek.

I mean, that's more what I'm after.

The mayor's daughter's not for you.

Cavriaghi, no one before
has ever accused me of discrimination.

Signorina Sedara?

May I?

Don Tancredi.

My Prince.

A small contribution for the festival.

So often we're all more,
more, more, without giving anything back.

So the town council
is helping with funding,

to contribute to the expense.

This funding from the community
will contribute towards the expenses

I've incurred for this?

Indeed.

I don't believe there is
any fund for the community.

You see, I believe it's all
for Don Calogero Sedara, and that's all.

Hmm?

I'd say there are many different ways
of saying the same things, you see.

You can hang on to your savings.
Don't worry.

I wouldn't permit your daughter
to dance freely

with just anybody, if I were you.

Hmm?

-He is a count, isn't he?
-Well, not every count's a count.

And you're saying she ought
not to dance with this type of count?

Ah, come on.

-That's enough, my friend.
-Captain.

-Enough. Enough.
-What is it? What's the matter?

That's enough.

I remember that time,

we were… at a station, we were.

It was near Messina.

I remember, all we had to do was say,
"Urgent orders on His Majesty's Service,"

and horses appeared like magic.

Honestly, we gave them our orders,

which were actually the bill
from our hotel in Palermo.

Thank God no one there could read.

Otherwise, who knows
what would have happened.

That's more than enough.

Isn't it time you let someone
else have a turn?

Pianos are for everyone, Concetta.

I've got an idea.

It's time for… parlour games.

-No, Cesco. I beg you.
-What game?

This is the best house in the world
to play hide-and-seek in, yes?

You can ask anyone.

Falconeri,

Palazzo Donnafugata is the best place
in the world to play hide-and-seek,

would you agree?

-No doubt about that.
-Perfect. Concetta, count.

-Yes, you seek.
-You count.

Come, Cavriaghi.

You stay where you are.

Angelica?

Angelica, I can hear you.

From the outside,
you'd never even know this part existed.

How many rooms are there?

My uncle believes it would be vulgar
to count them, so he always says.

Well then… what do we do now?

But aren't you supposed
to be trying to hide from me?

I decided I wanted to be found.

Perhaps you'd pour me a glass,
Count Cavriaghi?

My pleasure.

It's nice to see you again,
Signorina Concetta.

You see, uh, a little while ago,

ever since we met in Palermo,
as brief as it was,

it's, uh…

it's your beautiful face
that I picture when I pray.

And so,
if your father allows, I was wondering

if you would like
to go for a walk with me?

-Of course, we would have a chaperone…
-Count, that's enough.

I'm sorry.

It's just my father's intending
to promise me to Tancredi.

What is it,
Tancredi hasn't mentioned it to you?

Signorina Concetta,
excuse my… inappropriate conversation.

It actually happened to be Tancredi
who mentioned I try to court you.

What did they do here?

I believe that one of my ancestors
may have come to make penance here.

And to mortify his sinful body.

These paintings,
they're not what you would call sacred.

I like to imagine they were for him.

Pain was both a penance and a reward.

The shame of the pleasure
found in the reward

had to be scourged for a start.

Only then the scourging
itself became a pleasure.

And so the cycle continued, until he died
and these rooms fell to ruin.

People say you are penniless.

They're right.

But you have a house, though.

One that is crumbling to the ground.

Even piles of rubble
are able to be restored.

-I see.
-Mm-hm.

Enlighten me.

A little money would do it.

Concetta?

Have you ever brought her here?

And why would you think
I'd bring Concetta here? For what?

"Kiss of peace."

"That gentle kiss of peace

which you once
placed upon my scornful brow."

"Italy… peak."

"There, furrowed
by recent lightning… my dear maiden…"

"Ah, at my strike…"

Signorina Sedara.

Yes?

It's getting very late in the day.

Which means your father
would have every right to rebuke me.

You should return home.
Allow me to accompany you?

-I'll go with you.
-No, you'll wait for me here.

Take the counts
to their respective chambers.

Signori,
if you would like to follow me.

We should be leaving.

My Prince.

I'm afraid the princess
doesn't think very highly of me.

Like me, the princess thinks
you are a very beautiful girl…

…navigating
a delicate moment in life.

Perhaps you need a man
by your side to guide you.

What if that man were a prince?

You can aspire to more in life
than becoming a mistress of any man.

When I was younger…

…I thought I was destined
to marry a farmer.

But my father
gradually became rich, though,

and bought me beautiful dresses.

I had new aspirations.

"I'm going to marry a lawyer instead."

And my father then became even more rich.

He sent me to Paris
to be given French lessons

and to be taught the difference
between a gavotte and a sarabande.

Now, though…
I am no longer sure who I'll marry.

If you ask me,
you probably know more than most.

But we shall see.

I know
what I've done to Concetta,

and I'll do everything I can
to make amends.

Concetta's no concern of yours.

Her parents, along with her priest,
will take care of her.

So tell me,
what is it you're wrestling with, then?

Uncle, in all my life,
I've never had anything

that didn't first belong to you.

So I need something now
that's solely mine.

And have we discovered that?

-Vote yes!
-Vote yes for a united Italy!

-Your Excellency?
-Long live Italy!

Shall I wait, Your Excellency?

Paolo.

Psst.

Excuse me, Mayor.
The Prince is here.

Prince.

Good day to you.

I just knew
that I would see you eventually.

Please, please.
Come and sit down.

-Father Pirrone.
-Good day.

Would you like a beverage?

Huh? A little orange liqueur?

Here.

They make this one for me personally.

There you are.

Oro.

Father Pirrone,
of course you'd like to indulge.

Ah.

The presence of Father Pirrone

would indicate that
you have something important to say.

Spiritual, is it? Hmm?

We're visiting you today…

requesting the hand
of your daughter in marriage.

Sit down, why don't you?

You see, it turns out
that my nephew Tancredi

is most desperately and completely smitten
with your daughter,

the incomparable Angelica.

Our impression, however,
or perhaps Angelica's,

she believed that Tancredi
and Signorina Concetta

already had an arrangement.

No, no, nothing of the sort at all.

Father Pirrone would guarantee that.

Yes, yes, yes. I… guarantee that, uh,

that is so.

Well, I'm happy to report
to you without hesitation

that my Angelica reciprocates completely
the affections of Tancredi.

Have I mentioned
that the Falconeri arrived

in Sicily with Carlo of Anjou?

That speaks volumes for the richness
and purity of his heritage and his name.

And in no time,
we'll be one family together.

Oh.

Indeed.

Well, anyway, I knew that Father Pirrone
would be in a position to guarantee

the truthfulness
and purity of Tancredi's soul.

Because apart from that, his good name,
and what I make sure to give him monthly,

he has possibly nothing more
in this world that he can call his own.

It amounts to what?

A sum total of barely a ducat.

Father Pirrone will no doubt agree…

It's a blessing that you and I, huh,

believe so vehemently
in the power of love above all.

Vehemently. Mm.

And what kind of father wouldn't have put
a little something aside

for my daughter Angelica,
in view of such an occasion like this?

It's only right, Prince, that you be aware
of what lies ahead for Tancredi.

So, where would you like to begin?

He rattled off a list
of properties that never seemed to end.

There was even the Settesoli estate,
which is over 1,000 hectares.

All the olive groves and vineyards
at Gibildolce, another 500 hectares.

And Tancredi will receive
all this thanks to his name.

To our name, remember.

Fine, to our name.

Did he also guarantee
to make you as vulgar

as he is and behave in the same way?

This is definitely not a moment
for us to give in to snobbery, Stella.

It's the perfect moment.

Do you happen to remember what they call
the wife of Don Calogero, Bastiana Sedara?

They call her The Beast.

Because she doesn't know
how to read or write,

or… or… or even hold a conversation.

And her father, do you have any idea
what's said about him?

He was so disgusting, so despicable.

There seemed to be only one name suitable,
"The Pig Shit."

That's who you're inviting
into this family.

Daughter of the Beast,
granddaughter of the Pig Shit.

-Tell me why you're not fighting this.
-That's exactly what I'm trying to do!

You know better than me that
marriages are all about power.

Don Calogero wants to emerge here.

Fine, I'll assist with this emergence.

And I will agree to this matrimony,
all thanks to which Tancredi

enters into possession of more

than half of all those filthy profits
currently held by that signori.

And Concetta?

Where does your daughter's broken heart
fit in in this transaction?

That was just an infatuation.
It was a simple, naive infatuation.

And I lay the blame on you
for making me believe in it.

And I will not give my daughter
to someone who doesn't want to marry her.

And if she can't find forgiveness?

What if you lose her forever?

She's my daughter,
not a pocket watch to be misplaced.

That's enough now.

Good night.

Please, you have to stop it!
Oh, please!

-Stop it!
-Calm down.

-You have to stop it.
-Calm down.

-I'm begging you.
-Calm down.

-I'm begging you.
-You need to calm down.

[Concetta crying[

Come now, Concetta.

We'll discuss this again
when you've come to your senses.

But…

the decision has already been made.

You are my father no more.

My father would love me.

You are my father no more.

"The Sicilian people wish
to become an integral part of Italy,

one and indivisible,
under Vittorio Emanuele,

the monarch of their constitution."

Yes or no?

No.

Mm…

Yes.

Yes.

My Prince.

Your Excellency.

Make way. Come on, make way.

Your Excellency.

Make way for the Leopard.

Friends!

The votes of all of you
are sorted and counted.

They have been scrutinized and recounted

and scrutinized again!

Votes in favour,

in total, 543!

Votes against,

zero!

I can, therefore, announce,
in addition to the results

of the other communities,

our people of Sicily
have decided to unite with Italy

under Vittorio Emanuele,
the monarch of their Constitution.

Long live united Italy!

Hurrah!

Mayor Don Calogero Sedara!

What kind of fabrication is this?

Not even a single vote against?

What has happened
to my vote, then, Don Calogero?

Get your hands of me.

You know you could have won anyway,
so why would you need to win with lies?

If this is how Italy is going to be born,
like a calf born into the world deformed,

corrupt and profane,
like you, Don Calogero Sedara?

You're as corrupt as the others.

You are dishonourable and will always
be nothing more than a corrupt liar.

I have a right to speak.

You can not silence me!
You are all being lied to!