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[distant clamouring]

THE LEOPARD

[crowd cheering and applauding below]

JUNE 1860

["Noi siamo zingarelle"
by G. Verdi playing]

AFTER TWO MONTHS OF FIGHTING,
GARIBALDI AND THE THOUSAND CONQUER SICILY.

THE ISLAND IS ON THE VERGE
OF BECOMING PART

OF THE NEW KINGDOM OF ITALY.

[Chiara] There are so many soldiers.
Look at them all.

As far as the eye can see.

-[Concetta] So many.
-One thousand.

[pleasant, spirited music continues]

[woman speaking indistinctly]

Excuse me, signora.

["Noi siamo zingarelle" ends]

Do you happen to remember
that you saw to it, not so long ago,

anybody wearing those colours
would have to be shot?

Indeed.

You're aware what they say,
Prince, I'm sure.

"A tree of strength bends with the wind."

So now we have to be accommodating
towards our new patrons.

What is this I hear
about needing these new permits?

A permit required for travel.

Ah.

Summer is here, but I've seen
that every road to exit the city

now has a blockade.

At this time of year,
I take my family to Donnafugata,

but I'm being told that I must have
some kind of permit or other.

Of course, the charming palace
of Donnafugata.

The crystal-clear water and mountain air…

Nowhere near the hellish heat
of a city that has just been occupied.

It's nothing any different
to what we always do.

We have been travelling there
as a family for many centuries.

But to make the journey,
you need my permission.

No.

Only your confirmation.

[cheering below]

Anyway…

it's no longer in my power
who does or doesn't get a permit.

Who does have that power?

Did you see that man
with the red beard on a horse?

[crowd cheering and applauding]

He does.

Wonderful, wonderful.

[man] Long live Garibaldi!

Look, it's Tancredi.

[group] Tancredi!

-[Concetta giggles]
-[Francesco] Tancredi.

[above] Over here!

[Chiara] Tancredi!

[band playing spirited march]

[Chiara] Tancredi!

[joyful march continues below]

[man] Long live Italy!

[Tancredi] Tassoni, Cavriaghi.

Meet my uncle,
the Prince of Salina, the Leopard.

And my aunt, the princess.

-My pleasure, Prince.
-My Princess.

They thought we didn't speak Italian.
That we had our own language.

[Francesco] What language
did they think Sicilians spoke?

-Arabic.
-[group laughs]

Is it true there's only 1,000 of you?

Used to be. Now there's a few more.

Tancredi, what did you do to your eye?

Captain Tancredi, Aunt Stella.

It's nothing.
It won't stop me from marching.

-[gunfire]
-[horse whinnies]

[Stella] Concetta!

Where is she?

Concetta!

-Concetta.
-[Tancredi] Make way.

-Concetta, don't be worried.
-[Concetta] Ah.

What happened to your eye, Tancredi?

You don't need to worry about me.
Promise you won't.

[man] Long live Garibaldi!

What are those men doing?

They're prisoners. Who knows?

Aren't prisoners supposed
to be locked up in jail?

They were set free
on General Garibaldi's orders.

[man] Long live Italy!

Time to get my family out of here.

-Let's go.
-Come on.

-Delighted.
-[Stella] Chiara, Caterina, let's go.

Come on
-Let's go, girls.

-Francesco.
-[Tassoni] Arrivederci.

[Pirrone] Chiara?

[Stella] Concetta!

May I?

You may.

[prince] See you later.

-Why? What are you doing?
-I have some business with Tancredi.

What is it, Fabrizio?

Pirrone, you come with me.
As a guarantee.

Arrivederci, Tancredi.

-You will visit us soon, won't you?
-As soon as I can.

[Russo] Come on, let's go.

Hey!

[woman 1] Let's celebrate!
Garibaldi's here!

-[Fabrizio] Out of my way.
-Do you want a drop, Father?

If we'd have been
up against an army of soldiers

like the prince,
none of us would have made it. [laughs]

[woman 2] Come upstairs, little priest!
I have to confess!

[Tancredi] Bombello is the commander
of the advance forces.

If you need a permit,
he would have to sign it.

Where is he from, this colonel?

He's Milanese.

I will get this permit,
one way or another.

Even If it takes asking in Arabic.

I'm telling you,
it won't make any difference.

-[Fabrizio] Get out of my way.
-[man] Oh, how rude.

I will convince him to grant it.
Everyone has a price.

Yes, Uncle, but no one here
was paid to fight, remember?

What are you doing?
You can't leave me here!

-[Cavriaghi] You're with us.
-You can't leave me!

They're here
because they believe in this, Uncle.

[Cavriaghi] You must have
lots of cloaks at home.

-[drums playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

-Open the gate.
-[gate squeaks open]

[woman] Let us in!

Colonel Bombello.

My uncle, the Leopard, Prince of Salina.

People tell me you're a count, yes?

Would you prefer it, then,
if I addressed you by your title?

Lieutenant Cavriaghi is also a count here,

and even if his manners make us forget,
so is Lieutenant Tassoni,

would you believe.

I prefer not to confuse
our lines of command.

Ah.

There's still a war on, remember?

I prefer to label it as an occupation.

But I'll get straight to the point.

My family and I will go
to our family estate as usual--

Prince, please…

-In Donnafugata.
-No one leaves here without permission.

The countryside is still
in open insurrection.

Ah. Here in Palermo,
it's much the same as it is out there.

Back to the point.

I understand that you're concerned
about our safety,

And I am prepared to relieve you of
that responsibility, even in writing.

You don't have the authority to do that,
at this time.

You're on my island, you're aware.

And this is my city.

[moaning]

Yes, take me. You're so handsome, Prince.

[Pirrone praying in Latin]

[loud moans continue]

[Fabrizio groans]

Hmm. [sighs]

Everything's still
the same as normal, hmm?

Around here, women like me are still
putting pots of basil in their windows.

Same as always.

And doing great business
with the invaders, I'd imagine, huh?

Hmm.

Does the Leopard feel a little invaded?

Hmm?

Is he going to get his claws out? Hmm?

If Bombello does not hand me
the permit to go to Donnafugata,

I shall indeed show him my claws.

-Mm.
-[grunts]

Is it so unbearable,
being here with me? Hmm?

I'm done for today.

[man singing in street]

Wake up, Father.

I hope you haven't been lonely,
robbed or molested.

[birds singing]

I'd rather you didn't keep staring
at me in that way.

It's clear I'm a man
who is without willpower.

But what I am is a man of vigour.

And passion, as well.

How can I settle for a woman who,
after every single embrace,

has to recite an Ave Maria.

Five children, we've had together.

And she's never even allowed me
to see her bellybutton.

Would you like to make a confession?

-Ah!
-Ah, bah, bah, bah.

Do as you see fit.

I mean It's your soul, yeah?

But I'm expecting you to stop involving me
in everything you're doing.

[scoffs] I'm going home without my cloak.

[intriguing music playing]

You have to question
the value in it, though, don't you?

I thought we just conquered them,
did we not?

Now here we are, riding through an oven
to bow down to a Prince of Bourbon.

A prince is a prince, Tassoni.

Yeah, sure.

Anyway, we're all Italians now.

Hmm. Come on, you polenta faces.

[instrumental music building]

[Cavriaghi] A rather
impressive family home, Tancredi.

[Tancredi] I tried to warn you, Cavriaghi.

Don Tancredi, is your colonel considering
attacking us with that toothpick?

Signor Russo, good morning.

[music fades]

We appreciate the warm welcome, though.

[Russo] No doubt it'll get even warmer
as the day progresses.

[whistles]

[Russo] Boys, come, take their horses.

[intense music playing]

[bell rings]

Your Excellency,
we are honoured by your hospitality.

[Fabrizio] There's no need
to stand on ceremony.

-May I introduce my wife?
-[Bombello] Princess.

Oh, goodness.

[footsteps]

Ah, here she comes,
the impressively punctual one, Concetta,

Tancredi!

Show some restraint.

You're very welcome, all of you.

The pleasure is ours, Donna Concetta.

Shall we?

Tancredi.

Concetta.

The colonel sent an invitation
to our ball, but it was declined.

He was most unimpressed.

Which ball?

Your father didn't tell you?

What on earth does he do all day,
I wonder? [chuckles]

He's getting nervous.
It's almost July, and we're stuck here.

So I see, Concetta.

Aren't you going to the convent this year?

Not while the anarchists are still there.

Actually, please do your duty badly
and make sure it continues just so.

I'll do my best to be bad.

[Concetta laughs]

We've had a little buffet prepared.
Nothing special.

Please do go ahead and help yourselves.

-Something to drink?
-Would you like some pastries?

-I would love some.
-Don't worry. I'll convince him.

[Chiara] They're delicious.
Sicilian pastries are famous.

Prince, I'd been told of the wonders
that lay hidden here but…

[Cavriaghi] Were you born here?

[Caterina] Yes, we've always lived here.

[Fabrizio] They're rather delightful,
I suppose?

Marvellous, yes.

[Fabrizio] Why don't we get you up there,
to take a closer look?

Yes, come on.
Let's make a little podium for you.

Move that little table over there.
That'll do nicely.

Mario, put a chair there as well.
That will make a perfect little step.

Then the Colonel can climb up.

Please do.

[tense music playing]

-[hushed chatter]
-[intriguing music playing]

It's Janus.

The first of the Gods.

The God of passages.

From war to peace,
or from one life to another.

I have to say when you're surrounded
by such things, after a while,

I'm afraid to say you barely notice them.

This palace of ours is full of frescoes.

Much the same as all of our houses,
I have to say.

The frescoes are particularly wonderful
in Palazzo Donnafugata.

And how would I go to Donnafugata?

I would have to give you permission.

[sighs]

Brandy?

[music fades]

["Va, pensiero" from "Nabucco"
by G. Verdi playing on piano]

[in Italian] ♪ Fly, my thoughts ♪

♪ On wings of gold ♪

♪ Go settle upon the slopes ♪

♪ And the hills ♪

[Bombello, in English] I have to say that,
despite the unbearable heat,

this island holds many wonders.

Regarding my invitation to our ball,
I'd like to address your refusal.

As you can understand,
it was disheartening.

It disheartened the general.

So the great Garibaldi pays particular
attention to my family's non-presence

at this ball?

[Bombello] When the family
choosing not to attend is yours,

he certainly does.

[Fabrizio] We're not averse to balls,
though, are we, Tancredi?

However, with its title,
"The Ball for Liberation,"

it makes it very difficult
for us to accept the invitation.

Many of the other great families
of the island

have confirmed that they're coming.

We Sicilians appreciate
nothing in the world

more than a welcome so insincere.

[Fabrizio chuckles]

Don't look so affronted.
I'm having fun with you.

You mustn't take us so seriously.
I'm joking.

[Bombello] Hm.

-I'm not used to it here yet.
-[Fabrizio] Here's what we'll do.

All of my family
and I will accept your invitation

for the Ball for Liberation.

In return, perhaps you'll be able
to sign to give us permission

to go to Donnafugata.

[Bombello sighs]

Prince, am I to believe, then,
that your friendship isn't sincere?

It couldn't be more sincere. [chuckles]

But on this island,
being friends also involves

other transactions,
and… sometimes that's favours.

No, this is a precedent, see?

And it's insulting too.

For the grace of God.

I offer you my friendship,

but for some reason you try
to turn it into an insult.

Captain Tancredi, go and tell our men
choir rehearsal is finished for today.

[Tancredi] Yes, Colonel. Excuse me.

-It was a pleasure to meet you.
-Goodbye, Caterina.

-Likewise.
-Aunt.

Tancredi.

-Until soon, I hope.
-I hope so too, son.

Arrivederci, Tancredi.

Concetta.

Donna Concetta…

It was indeed a great pleasure
to be a guest here,

if only for a short while this time.

You are always welcome to visit us.

I'm grateful, Princess.

[pleasant waltz playing]

Colonel, notwithstanding
your Teutonic rigidity,

I would say you're clearly
not a bad person at all.

You're welcome to come back here.

My prince.

Well, then?

I think we'll be needing Balsamo.
Can you arrange that?

[Chiara] She always wants
the same dresses as me.

[Francesco] There's no point arguing.

-I'll always be the best-dressed, anyway.
-Beautiful, my dear.

-It looks perfect, Concetta. Really.
-Let go.

-[Chiara] I really like this one.
-What's your opinion, Concetta?

I don't find the colour displeasing.

[Stella] What do you think?

Is it possibly a bit… little-girlish?

[Chiara] I'm going to have
a dress made.

-[Concetta] Hmm.
-[Fabrizio] Balsamo.

Could you make her look
like a young lady, not like a little girl?

[Balsamo] Certainly.

-My Prince.
-Yes.

You'll see, you'll see.

-Go, go. Carefully.
-[Concetta] All right.

-Caterina, it's you.
-Coming.

-No, no, Caterina, it's my turn.
-Chiara.

-[Concetta] Be careful!
-[Chiara sighs]

-[laughs]
-You'll never change.

They treat us
as if we're already obsolete,

and we're just supposed to take it
and pander to them.

Paolo, I've been
to hundreds of balls in my lifetime,

more often than not,
held by people I didn't care for.

-[Chiara] Like this.
-[Balsamo] Just so?

It's not a bad way of
keeping the peace, is it?

[scoffs] You'll kowtow to them.

-Huh?
-You'll kowtow to them.

No, not at all. They'll kowtow to me.

You can't eat sweets.
They've taken your measurements.

I'll eat as much as I please.

And what if these Redshirts
want to make a whore of your daughter?

You saw the way
that colonel looked at Concetta.

-I know that you saw that.
-[Pirrone] Silence.

Shame on you.

Just like you, Father Pirrone?
Always playing dumb.

Even when the prince visits his harlot.

[Paolo sighs]

Excuse me, Mother.

[tearfully] Excuse me, everyone.

[door opens, closes]

Please carry on, Balsamo.

["The Four Seasons: Winter"
from "I Vespri Siciliani" playing]

[grand orchestral music continues]

Prince, you came.

I thought you had declined the invitation.

Very wise of you to come, I'd say.

[Russo] Good evening, Governor.

Signor Russo.

Reassure me that your man has started
shafting this chap already, hasn't he?

Baskets and baskets on a daily basis.

[Fabrizio] Wonderful.

[grand music continues]

[excited chatter]

[Tancredi] Uncle, the colonel
is thrilled that you're here.

[song ends]

[pleasant waltz playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Uncle, why has the dancing not begun yet?

It's one thing is to
accept the invitation,

it's another thing altogether
to turn up and enjoy yourself.

Cesco, dance with Concetta.

Go. Do as I say, son.

Go and find two dancers for your cousins.

-Certainly, Uncle.
-Junior officers only. Hmm?

He hasn't stopped staring
at you since we arrived.

Tassoni, Cavriaghi, follow me.

A pleasure.

[Fabrizio] Chiara, Caterina…

Yes, Papa.

[chatting inaudibly]

Be brave, my boy. Be brave.

[pleasant waltz building]

[waltz ends]

[excited chatter]

[lively orchestral music playing]

Tancredi, Concetta, how about a dance?

Is it classed as insubordination
if I ask him to stop staring at me?

[chuckles]

Concetta, how many times
have we danced with each other?

Once. Right here.

No, impossible.

[Concetta] Yes, I would have recalled it.

If you're doing
what you appear to be doing…

you scolded Paolo

just for being well aware
of your intention, you know.

Me? I scolded him?

I believe it was you who struck him,
if I'm not mistaken. [chuckles]

Look at him.

He would eat the medals on his chest
to be able to touch her hand for just

for just one minute. [scoffs]

My father has a woman in the city.

Are you not shocked by that?

Actually, I'm not, Concetta.

I'm just surprised that you know.

It's common knowledge.
But it seems not to bother anyone.

Concetta, he's the Leopard.
He decides how the world operates.

And we just have to do everything he says,
is that right?

Yes, it's a little like that.

I can understand why Bombello's
been staring at every moment.

-[romantic strings playing]
-[Concetta chuckles]

I shall go
and get two glasses of champagne.

[lively tune playing]

-Prince--
-What a wonderful evening.

A perfectly marvellous event, Colonel.

You and your family
have done us an honour.

I was wondering…

Would you grant me the honour of dancing
with your wonderful daughter, Concetta?

But of course.

Of course you may.
But first, I have to ask you something.

Might you still be determined
to see us unhappy?

For a small favour between us, huh?

Come on, Colonel.

Such a fuss
about a simple signature for me?

[gasps] You agree?

[chuckles]

Concetta.

Concetta?

Would you like to dance
with our new friend Bombello?

It'd be a pleasure.

Brilliant. Off you go, then.

[Bombello] Donna Concetta.

[lively tune ends]

[intriguing music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[man 1] Make way.

Who is in charge here?

[man 2] I am.

Your permit.

[Tancredi] It is signed
by Colonel Bombello.

[man 2] Thank you. On you go.

[music fades]

Ah.

Colonel Bombello

would like to write to you
when he gets back to Milan.

Are you going to permit that?

Maybe I should respond saying
you are returning to the convent, hmm?

He is a count, though.

Not a bad partner.

[coldly] Eh.

It's you who's forcing me
to return to the convent, though.

Hmm?

What are you saying?

Telling me off, are you, young lady?

You are forcing me.

Otherwise, I'd be able to stay in Palermo,
like you've allowed Paolo.

The point is with Paolo,

he needs to stay there
to make sure the house is looked after.

Anyway, he's happy,
planning a counter-revolution.

Maybe we could ask him
to plot an assassination of Bombello.

How do you think he'd do?

[chuckles]

He'd completely mess it up
and probably end up as his prisoner.

Yes, that wouldn't go well.

[both chuckle]

[bright orchestral music playing]

[insects chirring]

[music fades slowly]

[Tancredi] Concetta. Come and join me.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

What happened to your eye, Tancredi?

I remember you promised
you wouldn't worry about me out there.

You're mistaken.
You asked me not to worry about you,

but I didn't promise not to.

[Tancredi scoffs]

Concetta, I have to return to them.

Bombello gave me leave
to escort you all to Donnafugata,

but then I must go back to my unit.

Do you ever think
about what it would be like

not to have been born
where we were born?

Or when we were born?

Or if we hadn't been born at all?
Do you ever think about that?

All of a sudden,
you're a philosopher now, are you?

[Tancredi scoffs]

[Concetta chuckles]

Concetta, listen to me.

Don't return to the convent.

We could escape from here,
Concetta, you and I.

[tender music playing]

We could take two horses, a boat…
and go anywhere we want.

Together, we could run away,
and it would stay the same.

Can you imagine, just me and you?

Just picture that, Concetta.

I could talk to my father about it.

That would be the end of me.

He's nowhere near as terrifying
as he'd like to think.

He'd have me shot.
You mustn't say a word.

[Concetta sighs]

[exhales]

I couldn't possibly run away, Tancredi.

[Tancredi sighs]

[sombre music playing]

[gasps]

[boy] They're here!

Our lord the prince is here!

Wake up!

Come!

Come! The prince has arrived!
Wake up! Come!

Our lord the prince is here!

Our lord the prince has arrived.
He's arrived. Finally.

He's here! He's here.
Our lord the prince has arrived.

-Wait?
-[boy] Yes?

-Come here. You…
-[boy] Yes.

-Go and wake up the bandmaster.
-What shall I do?

Give me the sash.

Which one? Which one?

The red one.

[man 1] Help me.

[man 2] They're coming.

They're coming. Move. Out of the way.

Uh, maestro, play. Play now.

["Noi siamo zingarelle" playing]

[excited chatter]

[crowd applauds]

-My dear Prince.
-[crowd cheers]

Prince, the violence
and oppressive heat are now behind you.

You'll have no harassment here, Prince.

Political bandits won't find you here,
just the traditional ones.

Signor Russo and his men
are no longer needed.

Russo, it would seem
that you're able to go now.

My prince.

Mayor, I see you haven't raised any flags,
not the old one or the new one either.

No, uh, my, uh, Prince.
I suppose I thought it better to wait.

Each town, ours included,

must vote on whether we wish to unify
with the mainland, with Italy.

[chuckles nervously]

[Fabrizio] We, the conquered,
are asked for our opinion

on whether we wish
for our conquerors to remain here

or simply go away.

They should have asked us
this question before coming here.

We could've saved them the effort
of invading us at all.

-[crowd clamouring]
-[laughs]

Just up there.

That flag there, yes.

Use the old one there.

-Yes. Yes.
-For now, anyway.

Yes. Erm…

-[crowd applauds]
-[band continues playing]

Tonight, as is customary,
you are cordially invited to dine with us.

Along with your wife as well.

An honour as always, my Prince,

but my wife is terribly unwell,
I'm afraid.

When I last saw her,
she wouldn't even open the windows.

[chuckles nervously]

Every year, though,
you answer the invitation

with an identical response.

In truth, I'm doubting
whether she even exists here.

[nervously] Of course she exists, Prince.

I... I could bring someone else,
with your permission. My daughter?

-Angelica?
-Yes.

-She's still a baby.
-She's 18 now.

I don't believe it any more than you do,
believe me.

Every day, I think, "You're nothing
to do with me, are you?" [chuckles]

So, bring her, then.

We would normally recommend
formal evening wear,

but we don't stand on ceremony.

I have it. I have it, Prince.

Princess.

Lady Concetta.

Goodness, my!

Look at how grown they are.

-Don Calogero.
-How marvellous, marvellous.

Marvellous. Please, on you go.

-[Fabrizio] How are you? Good.
-[Sedara] Welcome.

[cheering]

[crowd applauds]

[sighs] Enough. Enough.
Maestro, enough! Enough!

[water flowing]

[gentle music playing]

-There will be ten dining this evening.
-Very good.

The journey feels longer. It's unbearable.

[Pirrone] I hope we'll have time
to freshen up.

-[Chiara] I hope so.
-[man] Come on, hurry up.

[Francesco] Enough, come on.

[takes a deep breath]

[Francesco] Whoa. [chuckles]

Be careful, Francesco.

-[Francesco] Ah.
-[group laughs]

[Chiara] That's not fair. Wait for me.

[Francesco] Come on!

[knocking on door]

Yes?

-[Concetta] Father.
-Concetta.

I hope that I can confide in you.

Of course you can.

[Tancredi] This bandage is filthy.

Go and fetch something new for me.

Yes, Don Tancredi.

Bring me a silk sash or something,
as long as it's clean. Hmm?

Certainly.

My instinct fights
against everything I've ever been taught.

Concetta, the body…
mustn't prevail over the soul at any time.

That'd be sinful.

And that would mean
my father is being sinful.

As are you,

because you permit him to lie
and therefore you're also implicated.

No, no, no, no, no, Concetta, no.

The weight upon your father's soul is his…
Your soul, mind you, is yours alone.

Anyway…

this complicated emotion
that you're currently feeling

is it not just…

How should I say?

A desire of the physical?

No.

[sighs]

No, erm…

It's an emotion much greater.

And a simple, calm emotion
I've never been aware of before.

Hmm.

The boy in question… who is he?

His name.

Can you also share that with me?

You have to tell Don Fabrizio.

No, Princess. I mustn't.

-However, coming from a mother…
-You must do it.

If it comes from me,
he'll assume I'm planning something.

But are you not doing so?

Pardon me. Forgive me, Princess.

You can go.

[cutlery clinking]

-[knocking on door]
-[exhales]

Who is it?

I'm sorry, Your Excellency.

-What is it?
-Father Pirrone.

He's insisting that he needs to see you.

At this hour? Can he not wait?

Fine, let him in.

Oh, Father. Come, now. No need to blush.

In all those seminary years,

I've no doubt you saw
a lot of men's bodies, no?

Pass me that big towel over there.

That one.

[sighs]

-What on earth are you doing?
-I'm sorry, Your Excellency.

[chuckles nervously, clears throat]

So…

Come on.

Spit it out.

[sighs] Confess all.
What is going on?

Your Excellency, it's regarding Concetta.

What is it with Concetta?

Uh, she's opened up her heart,
you see… regarding a question of, um…

Yes?

A question that is
currently tormenting her profoundly.

Emotions are tormenting her,
Your Excellency.

Concetta's in love with someone?

-Mm-hmm.
-Who's she in love with? Who is it?

Tell me it's not
that pretentious prig Bombello?

No, no, Your Excellency.

It is definitely not that one.

Who is it, then?

[Fabrizio] Dear God!

Girls seem to fall for Tancredi
like ripe pears from a tree.

Concetta will have to stand in line
with the other girls who are desperate.

Have you considered
he might feel the same about her?

An identical desire
for each other in both of them?

And that feeling this overwhelming love,
he might just dismiss all the others.

Did you already know this was happening?

-I have eyes, Fabrizio.
-[Fabrizio sighs]

And a mind that's impure, yes.

[Stella laughs]

Oh, I don't know…
I already pay for everything for that boy.

He's a burden on my finances,

and then I'd have to give him a dowry
for Concetta.

[Stella] Don't think
about the cost, Fabrizio.

Think about the profit.

Individually, they're the best.

Together, they'd share
the burden and responsibility

of our family's history,
whatever this new state holds for us.

A prince and princess of Salina.

And your heirs.

They'd be right here with you
until you were no longer breathing.

And at that moment,
you would be comforted

by having them by your side,
and you would find peace in knowing

that your name will live on
for generations to come,

starting with their beautiful children.

The mere thought of Concetta
being married makes me suddenly feel

remarkably decrepit, though.

Bah.

[chuckles softly]

[lively piano music playing]

[Francesco] ♪ We're waiting for Sedara
The man should arrive within the hour ♪

♪ And with him comes his daughter
She's called Angelica ♪

♪ Last time his cologne did fill the room
With magic aroma, oh my God, Angelica ♪

[laughing]

[Caterina] No doubt
she'll need a good wash.

That's not a very kind thing
to say of her.

Oh, Jesus. Here comes Saint Concetta.

Caterina.

-Cousins, you're all gathered here.
-[Caterina] Tancredi.

-[Pirrone] Good evening.
-[Tancredi] Pirrone.

[Francesco] Good evening,
cousin. I mistook you for the mayor.

We would have smelled his perfume.

[laughing]

Enough.

-Good evening, Tancredi.
-Good evening, Concetta.

[piano music continues]

[Tancredi] Please.

[music stops]

[Tancredi sighs]

Concetta, I owe you an apology.
It's been causing me much distress.

What I said to you the other day, I…

I had no right to say that.

No. It's good that you're able
to talk in that way.

Concetta, I'd been drinking, huh?

The idea of leaving here…
it was a moment of folly.

But I've spoken to Father Pirrone.

About us?

Yes, of course.

[sighs] Concetta, the only one worse
at keeping a secret would be Francesco.

-[chuckles]
-Huh?

-That's precisely why he was told.
-What did you tell him?

That I love you.

[Stella] Good evening.

Good evening.

[Francesco] Mama,
you look beautiful this evening.

Thank you.

-[Chiara] She's always beautiful.
-[Francesco] Yes, she's always beautiful.

We've made up a new song.

It's about Mayor Sedara.
Would you like to hear it?

[Francesco] Father Pirrone liked it.
Isn't that right?

Don Calogero Sedara,
and Signorina Angelica Sedara.

[chuckling]

[tense string music playing]

Princess.

Don Calogero.

Don Fabrizio.

Most welcome.

Angelica?

[softly] Angelica.

[music swells]

[Concetta] Angelica.

What a long time it's been.
Welcome. Please do come in.

-She's been in Paris, Donna Concetta.
-Ah.

She's learned French.

That's not how I remembered her.

[sombre music playing]

My Prince.

[music intensifies]

What a beautiful woman.

A beauty, indeed.

[intense music continues]

[music ends]

[pleasant waltz playing]

[music ends]

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