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Over there lies our Motherland, my friends.

Through the storms,

and through the moans of martyrs,

I can hear her mournful voice.

Fragmented

and oppressed,

devoid of glory and power,

A slave to the will

of the vile alliance of the European Monarchs!

This is our Italy!

Could this please God?

No!

And we,

the members of the group Young Italy,

Let us shout: "No!" A thousand times "No!"

The tyrants are still feasting in their palaces,

The Austrian regiments continue to desecrate our land...

- For God and the people. - Now and forever.

Listen to me, Arthur.

You're still young,

your strength needs to grow,

yet your pure soul

is on fire.

I pray for these flames never to extinguish.

On the wretched and destitute

it is written:

"A broken and contrite heart

shalt thou not despise."

Padre!

It fills me with joy

to be with you, my spiritual guide.

You know, I feel alone.

I don't like my brother...

And especially his wife.

After the death of my mother,

you're the only person that I have in this world.

You know, I have no one but you in this world.

To me...

You're like a son.

You're the light of my eyes,

the joy of my heart.

- I should go now.

- Where to?

A student from Genoa has arrived.

- There's a meeting.

- What meeting?

Padre, don't ask me.

I promised.

If you promised to keep the secret,

you must keep your word.

Yes, but is it right for you

to attend these meetings?

Do you turn to our Lord for advice?

I often do.

I ask the Lord to guide me.

Think it carefully over

before taking any decision.

Arthur,

do it for me,

do it for your mother.

All right, padre.

Who is it?

- For God and the people.

- Now and forever.

Everywhere in Italy

we see people in the chains of slavery

and political disorder.

People have to work

sixteen hours a day,

so as not to starve to death!

It's our sacred duty

to liberate the nation from slavery!

To make it aware of its rights

and to expel the foreign troops!

- Down with the Austrians! - Down with them!

Let us sacrifice our lives

on the altar of freedom and happiness,

Let us sacrifice ourselves

in the name of our Motherland!

Ideas ripen faster

if the blood of the martyrs, nourishes them.

So let our oath

be as unbreakable as rock!

I, the citizen of Italy!

Before God, the father of liberty!

Before myself and my conscience!

I swear!

I swear by the anguish of my brothers

and the tears of their mothers!

I swear to sacrifice myself

in the struggle for Italian freedom!

I swear never to betray our secrets

and to eliminate all traitors!

And let God punish me

and people despise me,

if I break my oath!

Now

and forever!

Gather here, my friends.

I've brought underground literature from Genoa.

Have a look at it.

Jim, darling!

Many great things ahead of us!

Yes.

And I'm happy

we're together at a time like this, Arthur.

We'll live for one thing.

We'll fight together.

Yes. And maybe we will die together

for the coming of the Republic.

Remember Jim:

If I live or if I die,

I'm always a happy fly.

And if years and years go by

before this struggle is over,

will you...

Wait for me?

Yes.

Me too, Jim!

Years!

A whole life!

Don't ever do that again, Arthur.

Italy will never forgive the Pope

that he, just like in the Middle Ages,

called on the foreign swords

to pierce the Italian hearts.

The Papacy and the Church are dead!

Well said!

Not quite.

The Church is innocent.

She leads people to the Christian ideal.

Isn't that what we all want?

Without God, there is no freedom, Giovanni.

Without God - no.

Without the Church - yes.

The Church and the God are one.

That's what I think.

And I think

that anyone who trusts the priests,

is not with us!

What do you mean?

- I mean what I say. - Don't, Arthur.

Giovanni is right.

Marconi, give them the texts,

and let everyone hide them away.

Be careful, Giovanni.

The road is dangerous.

I'll get by!

And if not...

Well...

As long as we're ready to die for liberty,

Italy will be immortal.

Handshake, Arthur!

Come on, Marconi.

How well he said it!

Ideas ripen faster

if blood of the martyrs,

nourishes them.

Arthur!

Arthur!

You're already up, signorino?

Tell me, Jano,

have you ever thought

about the suffering of our people?

In our times, to think about it

means risking your own life, signorino.

Let it be so!

After all, our lives do not belong to us, Jano.

We should sacrifice them

to free our Nation, from slavery and grief,

to free Italy!

Quiet, for God's sake!

You'll wake up everyone!

Arthur!

Where do you stray at night?

Arthur!

Start talking!

He's your older brother and your guardian.

He's responsible

for your future.

Our future is in the hands of our Lord.

Stop it, Arthur!

Signorino

His Reverend Father Montanelli

wants to see you.

When?

Immediately, if it's possible.

Fasts!

Prayers!

Pious meditations!

Damned saint!

Arthur!

Padre!

What happened?

I'm going away, Arthur.

I was summoned to Rome

by his Holiness Pope.

For how long?

My son...

Well,

I won't bother you.

This is our new abbot of the monastery.

His Reverend Cardi.

Your Reverend, everything is ready.

How long have you known the Reverend Montanelli?

For as long as I can remember.

It's impossible not to admire this man.

The noblest, most beautiful soul.

You're right.

I've always trusted him my thoughts.

And he always lead me

on the right path.

Is there anything I can do

to replace him for you?

In his absence,

would you allow me

to let me to take care of your soul?

Of course, your Reverend!

I'd be very thankful.

Come and see me, my boy,

anytime you want.

Listen, Arthur!

I can't let go of the thought

that you're in danger.

What danger?

I am tormented

by a boundless fear.

Just say one word

"stay"

and I will give up this trip.

Calm down, padre.

God takes care of us.

You should go.

It's the pope who summons you.

My son

in this hour of holy confession,

when Lord himself asks us

to tell the truth,

every lie

is a terrible and deadly sin.

Open up your soul

before the Son of God,

who suffered for us,

and he will forgive and comfort you.

Confess,

if sins burden your soul.

Yes.

I have sinned.

My son, how?

Repent, my son.

After all, youth always strives to goodness and truth.

In the name of God and the people,

now and forever.

What?

You know our motto?

You're with us?

Not only I, God is with us.

Open up your soul.

Trust me.

Yes.

I have have envied a man

with whom I am bound

in a great and sacred struggle.

Who is he?

Giovanni Bolla.

Signorino!

For the love of God!

Get up quickly!

The gendarmes!

In the name of law!

Search it!

Be so kind and explain to me

what does this violent intrusion into my room mean?

Arrest orders.

Get dressed!

Have you read this magazine?

I have.

A while reading it, didn't it cross your mind

that you're committing an unlawful act?

An unlawful act commit those,

who come uninvited

into a foreign country.

Who persuaded you to join

the rebel group "Young Italy"?

Nobody.

I cannot bear to see my people...

In chains.

That's enough!

Answer all my questions!

When was the last time you saw Giovanni Bolla?

This name...

Is unknown to me.

What? Giovanni Bolla?

But he's a fellow student of yours.

I'm not acquainted with all of the students.

But you are with him.

Have a look!

It's his writing.

Bolla knows you well.

You see, Bolla had no second thoughts

when he testified about you.

Lie!

It's false.

You bastard!

All right, then.

I gather you're familiar

with a young student named Arthur?

It's the first time I hear this name.

You have astonishingly short memory.

I have always suffered from this defect.

And I've heard from one of the university professors

that you're quite capable.

You're evaluating my abilities

from a police point of view.

And university professors

usually do it

in quite different context.

Signor Bolla!

We know all about you!

You came here in secret.

You've been making inflammatory speeches

among the disoriented youth.

You've organized the distribution

of banned literature.

It's all figment of police imagination.

Imagination?

My friend.

Luckily, among your co-conspirators,

there are people

who value the Church and God

above all things.

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

Who betrayed us?

Don't you have any idea?

No.

You didn't say anything?

Me?

Never!

Ever!

Except...

In the confessional.

In the confessional?!

Traitor!

Now I understand it all.

He talked!

Cardi!

He desecrated the sacrament of confession, and God...

God didn't strike him down!

God, what have I done!

The mercy of the Emperor knows no limits.

You plotted to harm his empire

and he, like a true Christian ruler,

forgave you.

You're free!

You're free!

Please!

Arthur!

My friend! You're finally free!

How happy I am!

Listen, my dear!

I know it's awful,

we all know that it was a misunderstanding.

What misunderstanding?

Bolla wrote that you're to blame

for the mass arrests.

It can't be. Nobody believes it.

It was crazy of Bolla to even think of it.

The thing is...

It's true.

True?

- You... - Don't touch me!

But it's not me.

I...

Julia and I consider it our duty

to have a serious talk with you.

I feel it to be my duty,

my painful duty,

to speak with you about your links

with law-breakers

and incendiaries.

These people are, perhaps,

more foolish than depraved.

Would you be so kind as to say something?

Well?

We've had more than enough of this sentimentality!

Who is he, after all?

A love-child setting himself up

as a member of the family.

Why should we care about some priest's son??

It's time!

It's time he knew

who his mother was!

Here! Read it!

Read it!

Arthur

of course, this is a distressing story altogether.

My father was generous enough

not to divorce your mother

when she confessed

her fall to him.

He even agreed

to entrust your education

to the man, who seduced her

On the condition, however,

that he never attempted

to see your mother.

I must, in justice, acknowledge...

That Montanelli

observed that condition

faithfully to the end.

How simple it is...

What...

What an idiot I am.

I believed in you as I believed

in God.

And you've been lying to me

all my life.

General,

I welcome you and the army

of the Austrian Emperor,

who have come to us

at the call of His Holiness Pope.

The Holy Church

has been waiting for you.

Italy will greet you

with jubilation.

May Christ bless you.

His Highness Emperor is enraged

at the state of our affairs in Italy, gentlemen.

We were called by His Holiness Pope

to pacify the rebels.

And you

to whom the honour of Austria is entrusted...

You idle!

I have come here to carry out

emergency measures.

Remember, gentlemen!

We must be ruthless!

Fire and death!

Iron order!

This is what we need now.

Only the Austrian Empire

can bring freedom to Italy.

The freedom of Italy

and freedom of the Austrian Empire

are as compatible as cat and dog.

Honestly,

the Austrians are more like an elephant,

dancing tantarella in a china shop.

It's time, my friends,

to kick out the Austrian scarecrow,

with a firm kick in the ass.

In the ass!

Not for nothing they call him Gadfly.

Who is he?

The man who knows, why the back of a nation hurts.

Whoever he is, he's right.

Read on.

We want every son of Adam

to be treated like a human, and we want Austrians out.

We want to have rights and laws,

and we want Austrians out.

We want free Italy,

and we want Austrians out!

Stop it!

What's going on here?

Party, Mr. Interested in Everything.

One ringer's cow died.

You're going to get all of you hanged.

You can't hang the whole country, Mr. Austrian.

Shut up, idiot.

They rob us

and now they even insult us!

What are howling for, witch?

Don't do it,

Mr. Gendarme.

What do you want?

We're watching you.

I'm told you're not happy

that your wife works in the barracks kitchen.

But our cook is very pleased with her!

And she's very pleased with him.

The Gadfly!

It's the Gadfly!

Crosses, prayers!

Icons consecrated by the Pope,

Candles!

Candles, prayers...

Crosses consecrated by the Pope...

Signor Rivarez

Please

Signor Rivarez,

on behalf of the group Young Italy

we have invited you to discuss a very important matter.

We know

that in addition to your passion

for our country's art,

you are involved in an activity

that in society is called...

- Smuggling. - Yes.

Society is too cruel in its judgment.

Might be.

Anyway,

we need to smuggle our party's proclamation

into the Papal States.

I see...

It is true that while travelling in Italy

as a a foreigner and an art connoisseur,

I've had the opportunity to observe repeatedly

that your people

are in urgent need not of words

but deeds.

Doesn't an apt word equal action, signor?

Listen to this pamphlet,

that was brought to me by a printer.

Bribes everywhere.

The judges are corrupt.

The army is nothing but mercenary scum.

All are united in robbing the peasants.

Thought is suppressed,

hypocrisy is encouraged.

This is our Italy today.

The country of art and reason,

has become the country of shame.

These words are like bullets, aren't they?

Indeed, it's sharply written.

You can see that the author is an experienced journalist.

- Who's the author? - I don't know.

- Signed "Gadfly". - Let me see it!

Isn't he the same Gadfly

who has made political pamphlets in London and Paris?

Probably the same one.

I heard that he lived in South America for a long time,

took part in the uprisings and was mutilated by the police.

The pamphlet is superbly written.

Well...

It's little too harsh.

Apparently, the author wanted to say

that one mustn't take a wolf for a sheep,

a rich man for a poor man,

and a liberal

for a patriot.

It's a lousy piece!

Italy needs the unity of a nation,

and he calls for a civil war.

No,

we have different methods.

We need a new Pope,

who could unite the country.

Today you're calling for a new Pope,

and tomorrow you'll be blessing the Austrian bayonets?

Don't you think,

signori,

that Italy is like a drunken lady,

shedding tears of tenderness on the shoulder of a thief,

who is emptying

her pockets?

Don't you think, signor,

that you're lecturing us here

as if we were schoolchildren,

and not people ready to die for Italy?

Pardon me, signori.

It's true

I am a foreigner,

I shouldn't interfere

in your affairs.

However,

I am at your service, gentlemen.

This man is slippery as an eel.

Trusting him would be dangerous.

What brings you here?

I want to see Montanelli.

I haven't seen him for years.

Do you know him?

I do.

He was the abbot of the monastery in the the town where I was born.

A fellow student told me a lot about him.

They loved each other very much.

Then this student...

He killed himself.

After that Montanelli came to me

and said:

"I am responsible for his death.

I deceived him."

Hail to Montanelli! Hail!

Who are you, my friend?

How can I be of help to you?

Would Your Eminence receive a man

who is guilty of the death

of his own son?

God forbid

that I should condemn you, whatever you have done!

In His sight

we are all guilty alike!

But how can you be sinful,

Holy Father?

For you carry to the throne of God

the gift of holy life,

the gift of an untainted soul,

free from hidden....

...disgrace.

Never talk about a person, without knowing him.

Oh! If only I could change the past!

But right now I can only bring one thing

to the throne of God:

my broken heart.

Today is the feast

of the Body and Blood of Christ.

Your hearts are filled with prayers,

and you are reminded

of the suffering

of the Son of God,

who died, that you might be saved.

But who among you remembered

the anguish of God the Father,

looking at Calvary

Who thought

about

the Father's suffering,

Father who let his Son

be crucified?

To crucify his Son...

His beloved Son...

The Only Son...

My dear son...

The darkness swallowed him up...

Your Eminence!

What is the matter with you?

Look, it's Rivarez again.

My God! What's with him?

What's wrong with you?

What are you afraid of?

Looking into the past, has its price.

I've just had the impression...

Arthur...

I think the cause of the illness is an old head wound.

It didn't heal properly.

It can cause frequent relapses.

Is it dangerous, Ricardo?

No. But the pain is terrible.

I wonder how he can stand it.

His willpower is just extraordinary.

Goodbye, signora.

Goodbye, signor.

I'll come tomorrow morning.

How does he feel, Martini?

You are very excited, Madonna.

I've come to know you well over the years.

You really are an old and devoted friend.

But I'm not excited at all.

Let it be so.

I'll come over in the evening.

Where am I?

You're with friends, signor.

Is it your portrait?

Yes.

Who's he?

- It's my husband, Giovanni Bolla.

He died in prison nine years ago.

How do you like this face?

It seems to me that is the sort of nature

that feels deeply

about suffering and injustice.

Who is he?

This is a youthful portrait of a friend of mine,

whom I've loved more than anything in the world.

His name was...

Arthur.

You loved him.

You must have sworn eternal love, right?

Yes. But I was cruel to him.

And he killed himself.

That is...

If he is really dead.

If?

I think, that the dead

are better dead.

The past is hard to bring back.

The revenant

is an ugly spectre.

What happened, Giuseppe?

Are you ill again?

What happened, Giuseppe?

Well? Talk to me!

Everything's fine, don't worry.

Say the truth.

I can see that you're hiding something.

The insurgents were defeated in Savigno, Gadfly.

Luigi Ferrano, Carlo Marozzi, Benito Lagorri and the others

were convicted by a military court.

The execution is on Wednesday.

For criminal acts

against Austrian army and order,

as incorrigible rebels

and vicious enemies of the Cross and the Crown

Luigi Ferrano,

Carlo Marozzi,

Benito Lagorri,

Marino Nicollo,

Francisco Galiani,

Vincenzo Amatto,

Giovanni Tubo,

Cecco Grasso,

Ricardo Lombardi,

in the name of His Majesty the Emperor...

I pronounce you...!

Hands up!

Read it, Gadfly,

but not as it's written

but as it should be.

All those

who have come into a foreign country

and raise arms against its freedom and independence

in the name of Italy and its People,

I condemn you!

Now the border of the Papal States is more guarded than ever.

This means

that not only friends, but also enemies are waiting for us.

The mission is difficult and dangerous.

And yet we have to go.

The leaders of the units will be...

You, Benito, you, Paolo...

I will lead one unit.

You shouldn't, Gadfly.

The Papal police is looking for you everywhere.

Police?

Let them look for me.

I won't stop fighting for the freedom of Italy,

in the name of which I live.

My friends, it's been many years

since we began our struggle.

Many of Italy's best sons are no longer with us,

but our ranks don't shrink, - they grow.

The torch of freedom never goes out.

The hour is approaching

when every city

will be a fortress,

every village - a bastion,

and every citizen - a soldier!

And as long

as a single Austrian

remains on our soil:

Freedom for Italy!

Freedom!

We, the true Italian patriots, my Prince,

are now decidedly against the revolts and barricades.

What Italy needs now is patience,

common sense,

and gradual reforms.

Very true.

Calling people to fight for material happiness

only breeds egoists.

Good Lord, what was going on in there!

The minute I arrived in that town,

the shooting started.

The stones from the sidewalk turned into weapons.

There was blood in the streets.

All day I had to sit in the basement.

But even from there I shouted to the crowd:

"Long live Italy

and freedom!"

Bravo! Bravo!

For such an occasion, signor,

one might as well go outside.

That's what I did, signor Martini, without your advice,

as soon as the shooting settled down.

But here is the most amazing thing, ladies and gentlemen:

They say, that the ringleader of all these actions

is the mysterious pamphleteer

known as

the Gadfly.

Oh, how intriguing!

If this mysterious man

knew, Signora,

how great is your interest in him,

he would undoubtedly come here

and kiss your hand.

At least in my house

he would feel safe.

Indeed

you Italians

are amazingly hospitable people.

The Austrians

probably think that, too.

Signora Bolla.

I was able to fulfill your request.

I have delivered your proclamations to the Papal States.

We are very grateful to you.

The rebels need them badly.

Only if paper can replace

gunpowder and bullets.

Could you give me a few minutes of your time?

Signora!

I'll be right there.

What's with you, Cesare?

I am troubled by your dealings with this man.

Be careful with him. He's strange. I beg you!

I can't turn him away.

I don't know... why.

Signora,

may I be frank with you?

I'm your friend.

Very well.

Listen to me.

In the Papal States, in the city of Brisighella,

a massive insurrection is being prepared.

Wouldn't you agree to go there with me,

to join the rebels?

Me?

With you?

Yes.

Are you really going to sit here forever

with those chatterboxes from Young Italy?

Signor Rivarez,

you're talking about the party,

that has done so much for our country!

Nonsense!

A bunch of journalists, students and lawyers,

dreaming about a revolution

changes nothing.

You don't understand our methods.

Why is that?

You're not an Italian.

Signora,

I am an Italian.

- And my name is...

Gadfly.

Gadfly?

In a few days, a man will come to see you.

If you decide to join us,

he will help you to cross the border

and to find me in Brisighella.

Goodbye, Signora.

Signor Rivarez!

Answer my question:

Are you...

Arthur?

Do not chase the shadow of a dead friend, signora.

It's quite cruel

and scary.

Signor Rivarez!

Are you leaving? You got bored?

Yes, I know. The Italians can be boring.

Ah, if only we were free!

An enslaved country with such a sky and flowers!

And such patriots.

Hold it!

Border control.

Show me your passports.

Petro, get everything ready. We won't be long.

Luggage control!

Lieutenant, an urgent report!

Bring your luggage here.

Sound the alarm!

To the arms!

Forgive me, signora, you'll have to spend the night here.

Why?

All the border outposts are closed.

They are looking for a man with a scar,

he is hiding somewhere in the mountains.

I beg your pardon, signora.

With a scar...

They're looking for him.

Giuseppe, they're after him.

Don't worry, signora..

For years they've been trying to get him.

He's got friends everywhere.

Tell me...

How long have you known him?

Ever since they started chasing him.

Tell me...

Who is he really?

Oh, he's an incredible man, Signora.

He is known by every poor man,

from the fisherman to the wild mountaineer.

He came out of nowhere,

and nobody knows his real name.

But he is a true friend of the people.

People believe him

and follow him.

That is what his soul is like,

and this is who he is, signora.

What a dark night...

Where is he now?

You know your part?

You bet I do.

You know me.

This isn't the first time

we're in a situation like this.

Stop!

Border control!

Passports.

I said, your passports.

Call the officer.

He's not here.

Corporal.

Not here.

Why isn't anyone here? What happened?

A horrible thing, signor!

The whole squad rushed off.

They are looking for the devil himself, who wanders around here somewhere.

Pray to the Holy Virgin

that this devil doesn't end up right here!

Stop! Who's there?

Look!

What's there?

Make haste!

Follow the upper road, to Forli.

Understood!

Rivarez!

Signora Bolla?

You're here?

Rivarez

I've decided to join you.

How happy I am!

Now we will stay together.

For a long time.

Make haste, Gadfly!

It will be dawn soon.

Get out of here, quickly.

We will meet in Brisighella,

at the tavern with the sign of the lion.

Farewell

signora.

Rivarez!

Tell me...

I will tell you everything.

Next time.

Did you find him?

We were looking for him in the mountains,

but he slipped through.

To hell with you!

You'll get us hanged!

Bad news.

The papal bloodhounds are on the trail.

An arsenal was seized by night.

Domenico was arrested.

When they were taking him to prison,

he managed to pass on an order.

Only three words:

"Gadfly replaces me."

All right.

I will

carry out this order.

I've brought some guns.

They're in a cave near Forli.

They must be distributed

to the villages tonight.

Peace be with you, my children.

May God bless you.

May God bless you.

Captain

he's at the tavern.

Secure all exits from the square.

Don't shoot!

We want him alive! Follow me!

Remember

the uprising will begin at the agreed time.

People in the mountains must know this.

Ride at full gallop, don't spare yourselves or your horses.

In the name of the Holy Virgin,

have pity on the poor blind man.

Run away quickly!

You have been uncovered, Gadfly.

On your horses!

Make haste, Gadfly, the square is already surrounded.

We have to break through by all means.

Whatever happens, don't stop!

Remember

they're waiting for you in the mountains.

Let's go!

Captain, captain, there he is!

Kill that crippled devil!

Hurry, over here! Hurry!

Drop your weapons!

Congratulations

Your Eminence.

Take the horse!

I knew you would come at at my first call.

- Hello, my friends. - Hello.

Do you have a plan of the fortress?

I do.

- Where is Rivarez jailed? - Right here.

I have a plan, madonna.

What if on the day of the feast of Corpus Christi,

when the procession passes past the fortress,

I shoot the colonel in the face?

The guards will rush to catch me

and in the meantime you could try to free Rivarez.

Thank you, good friend.

We have other idea.

We're in touch with one of the guards.

Tonight he's going to open

the gate to the underground passage,

that leads from the prison to the river.

He will also plant a piece of bread with files inside.

His Eminence,

the Vatican Secretary of State insists

that this exceptional case calls for exceptional measures.

This explains my untimely visit.

Whatever he's accused of,

he has a right to be judged according to laws.

If Rome doesn't approve of this,

it may relieve me of my the duties of a cardinal.

But the prisoner is guilty of a number of the gravest crimes.

He is known to be an influential member

of one of the most evil secret societies.

He took part in uprisings

and is organising conspiracies even here, in Brisighella.

To judge an ordinary citizen by a secret and military court

is unjust

and unlawful.

As long as I'm cardinal here,

it won't happen.

Come here!

Signor Rivarez.

The commandant of the city,

asks for my consent to your execution.

Before I'll answer him,

I'd like to ask you some questions.

At your service.

You are accused of smuggling firearms.

What do you need them for?

To kill

rats.

You have a cruel heart.

Because the rats

have bitten it.

Signor Rivarez,

I didn't come to you as a judge,

but as a man to a man.

Hoping that you'll give me

sincere answers.

Supposing that you were to escape,

what should you do with your life?

I should kill rats.

That is, you would use your freedom

to foster violence and bloodshed?

I follow the words of Jesus:

"I have not come to bring peace, but a sword."

However,

I prefer

a pistol.

So you would have stained your hands with blood again?

Are you not stained

with blood and lies

Your Eminence?

All my life I have fought against violence and deceit.

Lie again!

You lied to the people, teaching that the mystery of God,

will remain a mystery forever.

You lied to your God,

having taken a vow of chastity

and broken it!

Signor Rivarez,

nobody

can accuse me of this.

I accuse you of this!

I, Arthur!

Arthur?

My father...

As you can see, I am not really drowned.

Arthur...

Have you come back from the dead?

And I thought I had killed you.

If you knew how often I thought of you,

how I longed to see you again,

to touch your hand.

My poor boy.

I have dreamed so often

that you had come back to me,

and then have waked

and seen the emptiness,

the darkness.

Padre, come away with us!

Don't you want the dawn of freedom to shine over Italy?

With you?

Yes.

Can't you understand

that this God of yours

is covered with the dust of bygone ages,

that it belongs to a dead world of lies and idols?

Take that cross off your neck

and come away with us.

Arthur

do you want me

to renounce God?

Yes

if you really love me.

I can't.

Then go to the colonel

and tell him you agree to my execution!

Arthur!

Let me save you. I'll arrange an escape!

No!

I accept no favours from priests.

Arthur!

It's either me

or

the cross.

Reverend, proceed.

My son,

soon you'll enter into the presence of your Maker.

Aren't you afraid of dying

without repentance

and with hardened heart?

Don't you worry, Reverend.

I shall lie as still as a mouse,

even without repentance,

just there, where you put me.

But remember,

when it's our our turn to act,

the cannons will speak for me!

Oh, merciful God, forgive this wretched man!

Get ready!

Present!

Fire!

A bad shot,

men!

It's bad enough

if you shoot

at the enemies of the Fatherland

and the people in the same way.

Hear my command!

Get ready!

You what?

Revolt!

Ready!

Fire!

What?

Let's get done with this thing, lads.

Shoot

as

if you were shooting

at the colonel!

Don't worry

I

won't flinch!

Hold your tool higher there!

Aim for the chest!

Before you is a son of Italy and freedom!

The dawn...

Fire!

Your Eminence, I must beg of you.

This is not a fit sight for you!

My son...

My son...

My son...

There it is

the wages of my sin.

I've lost my son...

Alone I stand in the wilderness

looking up

from the blood-soaked earth

to the terrible,

empty heavens.

Where are you, God?

Where?!

You are not!

It's time to go.

Signora Bolla?

Yes.

A a letter.

To me?

Who are you?

A friend of liberty, signora.

Dear Jim.

Jim!

I promised to tell you everything,

I must keep the promise.

I've always loved you, Jim.

Do you remember when I kissed your hand,

and when you begged me 'never to do that again'?

Now I kiss the paper where I have written your name.

So I have kissed you twice,

and both times without your consent.

That is all.

Goodbye, my dear.

If I live,

or if I die,

Then am I

a happy fly...

Then am I

a happy fly.

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