All language subtitles for 1900.1976.BRRIP.24.000-05.15.34

We would like to thank
the citizens of Emilia

for their participation
in this film.

They have made
an invaluable contribution

to the picture

by sharing with us
their experiences

and rich cultural heritage.

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

25th of April 1945
Liberation Day

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(GROANING)

The war is over.

(EXPLOSIONS)

(BELLS CLANGING)

W-Why?

MAN 1: Hurry, comrades,
in the name of Stalin!

The Black Shirt bandits
are here!

Quick! Let's wipe them out!
Come on, it's the partisans.

MAN 2: Yeah,
let's go finish them.

MAN 3: Isn't that black smoke?
Come back!

Every last one of them.

(ALL CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Grab these.
Go, go on.

I want a gun, too.

(ALL SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

What are you doing?
Let go.

I want a gun, too.

Come on. I was good enough
to cut the telephone lines,

so I'm good enough
to carry a gun.

Come on, Wildcat.
Come on.

Give me one.
You promised.

Wildcat!

Leonito, what are you
waiting for?

Take this.
The magazine, too.

Here.

Where are you going?
I want to kill, too.

(EXPLOSIONS)

(DOOR OPENING)

MAN ON RADIO:
...the commander of the Matteotti Partisan Brigade

for the liberation of Italy.

Within the last few minutes,
we have seized a radio station in Milan.

The city has been liberated!

And, at last, a free Milan
salutes its fellow countrymen.

I repeat, this is
the commander of the Matteotti Partisan Brigade

for the liberation of Italy.

In the excitement and joy
of this memorable moment,

our thoughts must go
to those who gave their lives

to bring an end
to the enslavement of Italy

at the hands of the Nazi
Fascist barbarian regime.

But our thoughts, above all,
go to our brother partisans

who fought so bravely...
Leonito,

what are you
doing in here?

...and sacrificed
even their lives. I didn't even see you.

Leonito, what is
all this nonsense?

Give me that gun.

(OLMO GRUNTING)

Let go!

Long live, Stalin.

Have you gone
out of your mind?

(GUN FIRING)

...commander of the Matteotti
Partisan Brigade for Italian liberation.

Fascism has left us
an inheritance of misery,

humiliation, and death.
Long live Stalin.

Attila and Regina.

(SHOUTING) Attila and Regina!

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(REGINA SOBBING)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(GASPS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

REGINA: Shoot, Attila!
Shoot!

Kill her!

Bitch!
Dirty Cossack!

WOMAN 1: Kill her!
WOMAN 2: I'll murder you.

ATTILA: Regina!

Regina!

Attila!

(SCREAMING)

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

(GROANING)

Come on. Come on.

Oh, the swallows are back.

(SWALLOWS CHIRPING)

Wait, wait.

(COW MOOING)

My grandfather died here.

Stand up!

Sit!

Did you know
that in America every cow has its own drinking trough?

American cows are lucky.
They're well off.

Hey,

wouldn't you like
to go to America, Leonito?

Call me Olmo.

I thought your name
was Leonito.

Olmo's my partisan name.

Do you know who Olmo was?

I know he was the bravest.

The bravest.

Well, my little
partisan friend,

what do you think
of your master?

There are no more masters!

Many years before...

MAN: Verdi is dead!

(SOBBING) Verdi is dead!

Giuseppe Verdi is dead!

(GIRL GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)
Push! Push!

Push! Push!

Push! Push! Push!

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

It's born!
It's born!

GIRL: Look what a nice baby
I made.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

WOMAN: Keep going.

(ROSINA GROANING)
Come on. It's coming.

(ROSINA SCREAMING)

Rosalba, the door.
Close the door, Rosalba.

Shh, be quiet, children.
Hush up.

It's a boy!

It's a boy!

MAN 1: It's another mouth
to feed.

Rosina had a boy!

MAN 2: Another little ass
to clean.

It's a boy!

Don't touch him, Rigoletto,
he'll get a hump on his back.

(MEN LAUGHING)

She had a boy!

RIGOLETTO: It's a boy!

A boy!

We have another boy!

Damned woman.

It's a boy!

You hear that,
you good for nothing?

The bastard's born
before the master's son!

I'm going to get a stick
and come up there.

Eleonora, push. It's coming.

I can feel it coming. Push!

Go on, harder! Push!

(GRUNTING)

Go!

(LAUGHING)

Bitch.

Papa!

Papa!

(BABY CRYING)

(BERLINGHIERI EXCLAIMING)

Alfredo is born!

Alfredo!

The same name as mine.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And if it's a girl, huh?

It's not a girl,
is it?

Papa, I think I can tell
a boy from a girl.

He's got
all the right things.

He's got his father's
expression already.

And his grandfather's
money already.

Oh, what a pretty
little boy.

Giovanni, Giovanni.
Giovanni!

GIOVANNI: What is it?

How is the mother?
Just fine.

Give her a kiss
for me. "May the fruit of this union,

"by heaven blessed,

"plucked from
the Garden of Eden

"be the heir
to the lordly graces,

"the pious heart,

"the virtues
of the patriots..."

Oh, shut up!

Giovanni, Giovanni.

Yes, Papa.

Write to that
playboy brother of yours.

Write as I say.

Yes, Papa.

Ottavio...

Why don't you have
anything to write with?

Ottavio Berlinghieri,
Hotel Des Bains, Lido, Venice.

Announce birth,
first Berlinghieri, 20th century. Stop!

Pray God he doesn't
grow up like you. Stop.

Found wife yet?
Question mark.

Affectionately, Papa.
Have you got that?

Of course, Papa.
Good.

Sister Desolata.

Sister Desolata
is here!

Dear brother.

It's a boy, a boy.

Bravo! Bravo!

You can take down the trunks

because I shall never again
return to that nunnery.

The monsignor
has turned very cruel.

He prefers the novices,
and he neglects me.

He does.

And I can't tell you
how lowbred they are.

Listen, listen to this.
Just the other day, I...

Rigoletto, my hat.

Alfredo.
RIGOLETTO: Yes, Signor Padrone.

The Lord be with you.

And with your spirit.

A priest here, too.
It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Well, humpback.

What do you see
in there, eh?

Snow. It's covered with snow.

Like in winter.

What else?
Huh? A church.

A cathedral with spires.

And what else?

Bottles.

Bottles?

Bottles!

(SINGING LOUDLY
IN ITALIAN)

It's like paradise
in there.

(LAUGHING)
And you're the padrone, the lord, the master.

And I'd be Saint Peter,
if you'd give me the keys.

(WHISTLING)

Stop,
no more work today.

(MEN EXCLAIMING)
Thanks, padrone.

Hey, thanks.

Stop! Stop!

Hey, drink up,
drink up.

For you. Stop.
No work today.

Today, you're
the padrone, too.

Penzo, special wine.

Celebration.

Salute, padrone.

Where's, uh, Dalco?

Leo's in the vineyard.
Ah!

That's the last bottle.

MAN:
Wine from the city.

What about mine?

It says
"sparkling champagne."

Hey, Libero,
what's this for, a wedding or a funeral?

There, in the vineyard.

(CLACKING)

(CHUCKLING)

Destiny.

Both born on the same day.

And destiny calls
for a drink, right?

Signor Alfredo, you know
how many of us Dalcos there are now?

I've lost count.

Well, I know that
when we sit down to eat,

there are 40 of us
at the table.

You're a lucky man, Leo.
Admit it.

He may be a bastard,
but at least he's a boy.

Don't boys eat
like everybody else?

What the hell
is bothering you?

Mine was born first.
It's only natural.

First came
the peasants of this world, and then came the padrone.

Masters, peasants. Balls!

When you're born,
you're all born equal.

All equal, huh?

You!

What are you standing
there for? Drink up.

Drink up, you bastards!

(METALLIC SCRAPING)

Drink with me.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

Are we drinking or not?

Born together.
Must mean something.

Uh-huh.

Probably means
we die together.

(LAUGHING)

You shit-pile philosopher.

I want mine to study law.

Mine thieving.

You might as well
make him a priest.

Oh, this wine's
not ours. Too dry.

I didn't like it, either.

(LAUGHING)

BERLINGHIERI:
Rigoletto, run down to the town hall.

Tell them
the boy's name is Alfredo.

Berlinghieri, Alfredo,

born of Giovanni
and Eleonora nee Rosetti.

Leo,

what will you call yours?

Huh?

What are you
going to call yours?

Olmo.

Olmo.

Like an elm tree.

Born of the late Oscar
and Rosina Campo.

Oscar?

Oscar's been dead
for four years.

That's the point.
Have some respect for the dead.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, you bastards.

? In the deep
of the summer

? In a heat
that was stifling

? There were born
two male children

? The distance was trifling

Rigoletto, here,
have a drink.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Jackasses!

? With the Pope
as a peasant

? Linked by fate
in that hour

? To the padrone's grandson

? Heir to riches and power ?

What do you think, huh?

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

Leo. Leo, come on.
You must try it, too.

I'm not climbing
on that red devil.

I can't tell
who rakes faster,

a man with a horse
and a machine

or a man with heart
and muscle.

ALFREDO: Orso! Orso,
come and see it!

Go a little faster!
We'll soon be able to tell.

There.

What? What is it?

(MEN CHATTERING)

There.

What's written there?

What do you think of that?
Half an acre in, uh,

10 minutes, all alone.

It would have taken six men
at least half a day.

What about this?

Surely you can't call this
a good job, eh, Signor Giovanni?

Look at all the hay
it leaves behind.

(LAUGHING)
A little hay is nothing, huh?

You don't agree, huh?

Don't you realize,
you dumb ox,

that this is
an imported piece of machinery,

and we're the first
in the whole valley to have a mechanical hay-raker?

LEO: Well, then blessed
are the last to have one.

Who needs a machine
that looks like a hyena, Signor Giovanni?

(MEN LAUGHING)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(FROGS CROAKING)

Ah!

Nineteen!

They stink, and besides,
you're disgusting.

Hey! Twenty!

Twenty!

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

You haven't seen anything yet.

Here, kiss it.
Bite it.

Eat it.
Jump in the lake.

? Olmo, the bastard

? Olmo, the bastard

? Olmo, the bastard

? Olmo, the bastard

(BELL TOLLING)

? Olmo, the... ?

Here, eat it,
and burn in hell.

(GRUNTING)

Coward!

Go ahead! Run,
you yellow-belly!

You're the yellow-belly.
You pick on girls and babies.

I say you can't even last
at follow the leader.

And I say I can, too.

Go piss in your pocket!

(CRYING)

I'll fix you.

Ah!

Ah!

What are you doing?

Screwing the earth.

Now what are you doing?

Listening to my father
speak to me.

In the telegraph pole?

I can't hear anything.

Are you crazy?

We'll see who's brave
and who's yellow.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

When it starts to go over,
shut your eyes,

or it will blind you.

I'll make sure
you don't run away.

No, no! Let me go!
Let me go!

You see? You're yellow!
You're a coward!

Olmo! Olmo!

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Olmo!

Are you dead or alive?

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

The devil cared,
the padrone's scared.

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(BABY CRYING)

How far is it
from here to the Madonna of the Fields?

As far as
it's always been, about 3 kilometers.

Once I saw a train

as long as from here
to the Madonna's shrine.

I got a train in my pants
that's longer than that!

Listen,
he's only bragging.

(ALL LAUGHING)

MAN 1: Talk about trains.
You see that contraption outside?

You don't want to use it
because you are ignorant, afraid.

You're an enemy of progress,
that's what you are.

With that contraption,
I work less, and that's fine with me.

MAN 2: Well,
who pays for it, huh? Who pays for it?

The padrone, who else?

Everyone but the padrone.
It's we, the workers, who pay the bill.

That's what we're for.

He even infected you.
Look at the bugs.

Olmo gave the lice
to everyone.

Your son's filthy.
He should be deloused.

Of course
he should be deloused!

Someone must help me.

Your Olmo's a pig.

Today your little Olmo
found a live frog and forced my little Nina to eat it.

MAN 3:
Besides, what do any of you know about philosophy?

(SCOFFING)
Nothing at all, that's what.

I'm the only one here
who's been to any meetings

to try to create a union.

Because anyone who understands
must follow those meetings,

and must travel around
to preach the great, new justice

to the unlucky peasants
who work out their lives and sweat,

profiting not themselves,
but only the padrone.

MAN 4: Amen.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Look at that.

(SOBBING)

Who is crying?

Rosina wants to send Olmo
to the seminary.

Why?
Why?

The boy's the devil.

ROSINA: They want to take him
away from me, my own son.

Turn him into a priest.

(SOBBING)

Nothing's for nothing.
You had your fun. Well, now you pay.

Come on, now,
it can happen to anybody.

Cut it out.

It seems to me,
she's got a lot more than most.

When you hatch a bastard,
he always turns out evil.

Bastard?

Who said, "bastard"?

There are no bastards
in my house.

Olmo's the brother
of your sons

because his father's
one of us.

Is that true or not?

Hey, Rosina?

Is that true or not?

You tell them, Rosina.
You know.

It's true.
Of course I know.

If I don't,
who does?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Olmo!

(WHINING)

NINA: Olmo,
they called you.

It was Leo.

Hey! Hey!

Dalco, Olmo.

Where's he going?
WOMAN: There he is.

(WOMEN CLAMORING)
Come on, give him here!

Let go! Let go!

Get him up
on the table.

MAN: Get up there!

LEO: Dalco, Olmo,

now that you are grown...

And still piss
in your pants.

(LAUGHING)

Come here.

Remember this.

You will learn to read,

you will learn to write,

but you will still remain
Dalco, Olmo,

son of peasants.

Doomed to hunger.

You will go off
to the army, huh.

You will see the world.

You may even learn
to obey.

With kicks in the ass
from morning till night.

You will take a wife. Huh?

You will work for the lives
of your children.

The best thing
is to learn to be patient.

But who will you
remain always?

Dalco, Olmo.

And that's who you are, Olmo.

A peasant!

Understand?

No priests in this house.

What do you have
in your hand?

Nothing.

Signor Giovanni gave it to me.
I sold him my frogs.

It's mine.

If it is yours,
then it belongs to all of us.

It's too high.
I'll fall.

(MIMICKING)
"It's too high. I'll fall."

I wish you would
and break your neck.

You're nothing
but a big sissy.

ELEONORA:
Alfredo, Regina, come to dinner.

GIOVANNI: A card came
from my brother, the Parisian.

"Here, in the ville lumiere,
I'm thinking of you all with affection.

"Best regards as ever,
Ottavio."

Alfredo!

Affection and best regards.

He hasn't written
in over a year.

GIOVANNI:
He doesn't feel at home here and never has, you know that.

He has nothing
but contempt for us.

What are you saying?
What contempt?

You're always exaggerating.

Ah, your brother Ottavio,
he knows how to live.

Paris, Maxim's,
champagne, gigolos.

We sacrifice,
while he devours money.

His allowance
is a good meal.

Got here first.
Why do we have to keep calling you?

Regina!

I'll serve.
The frogs look juicy.

Mmm-hmm. Really plump.

Alfredo.
No, no frogs.

Oh, come on,
don't be a baby.

Ugh! They're really
disgusting. Awful.

Where are your manners,
Alfredo?

Wait till you get
in the army.

You'll wish you had
something as fresh and delicious as that.

Bullshit.

Oh, my brother?
Was that my brother who spoke?

Regina.

Thank you.
Who are those two?

You ask me the same thing
every evening.

It's my sister
and her little girl, Regina.

Oh.

Alfredito,

my dinner.

Go, and come
right back.

Gets worse every day.

How much longer can he last?

Oh, patience, patience.

He's eight years
younger than me, my brother,

and you would
have him dead already.

(EXCLAIMS)

Can you imagine Ottavio,
with the excuse that he's the oldest,

coming here to act as lord
and master of the place?

He was born with the grace
of true nobility. Well, it is the same with me.

I was certainly
not born a nun.

I'm going to be a nun, too,
when I grow up.

Oh! Oh!

(LAUGHING)

(GUN CLICKING)

Ah!

Want a shot?
Oh, yes.

Hug the stock.

Right elbow out.

Mmm-hmm.

Keep both eyes open.

You see that family
of vultures?

Yes.

The old black one
with the beady eyes, hmm?

Yes.

That's your target.

Bang. Bang.

You got her. You got her!

(LAUGHING)

AMELIA: Imagine the shock.

My husband goes bankrupt
and runs off to South America,

leaving his wife
and little daughter penniless.

If it hadn't been
for all of you...

ELEONORA: Don't, Amelia.

Won't I ever see
my father again?

He's your new father, now.
Aren't you, Giovanni?

Of course.
If I didn't support them, who would?

But you. You will go on
calling me uncle. Hmm?

(BERLINGHIERI LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Shh.

There they are.
I'll take Regina.

No, Regina's mine.
Regina's mine.

Aim, fire! Bang!

Right between the eyes.

(BERLINGHIERI AND ALFREDO
LAUGHING)

And now for the jackals.

Aim, fire!

Well?

(LAUGHING)

Old fool.

Get back to the table.

Get back to the table,
I said.

And you.
Shame on you.

The table! Get going!

Idiot.

Shame on you,
at your age.

There's an ocean
between us.

Between me
and the rest of you.

An ocean!

Talk, talk.

Buy machines.

The place is going
to rack and ruin.

You'll find
that mechanical reaper up your ass, Mr. Modernizer.

You eat your meal.

You go to hell
if you don't eat.

Piss in your pocket.

Where did you hear
talk like that?

From a friend.

I mean-- I mean,
I'm not about to part with a cent,

or give away
the tiniest piece of land.

You can believe me.

Big talk, my dear,
since your father prefers Ottavio.

Look, I only happen to be here
because all of this estate belong to me.

All of it to me!
Else, I be...

You know
how I feel about Ottavio?

Well, I'm envious.
Yes, dear.

(GRUNTING)

To be able to escape
this family.

Oh, just imagine
how it would be to spend all that money in six months.

A millionaire
surrounded with whores.

(LAUGHING)

Oh!

(BERLINGHIERI SINGING
IN ITALIAN)

(CHUCKLING)

An ocean of shit.

Oh, really, now!

What was the point
in hammering at the poor child like that?

I prefer educating my boy
the way I see fit.

Alfredo!

Don't worry. When he's hungry,
he'll come back. I assure you.

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

These aren't lice.
They're roast chickens, that's what they are.

Keep still, keep still.

(RIGOLETTO HUMMING)

RIGOLETTO: A little fuzz
on top, and the rest bald as a cucumber.

Keep still, keep still.

(EXCLAIMING)

RIGOLETTO:
? Once a hunchback Win a lady hunchback

? Win her with a song

? And a lot of little
hunchbacks came along

? Came along ?

I'll never return
home anymore.

I'm going to live
with Uncle Ottavio.

GIOVANNI: Alfredo!

Alfredo, where are you?

MAN: Evening,
Signor Padrone. Good evening.

Come back to the house,
you hear me?

Good evening,
Signor Giovanni.

Hey, you.

Have you seen Alfredo?

No, I haven't.

Go to bed, pumpkin head.

It's late.

Olmo.

Olmo.
OLMO: What is it?

Come to bed.

You know I can't sleep
if you don't.

If my father was here,
they would never shave my head.

He would've shown them.

Once I heard him
calling me late at night from inside a well.

GIOVANNI: Alfredo!

Let's both of us
run away.

Alfredo!

And I heard him once
in an old squash calling out to me. Olmo!

Alfredo.

And in a dark cellar,
from inside the bottle, I heard him call.

Olmo!

Alfredo.
Olmo.

(PLAYING A NOTE ON OCARINA)

(RESPONDING ON OCARINA)

(PLAYING OCARINA)

BOY: Hey, let's see
you fly, cuckoo birds.

GIRL: (LAUGHING)
No, don't, you're going to make me fall.

Red, but not ripe.
Your daughter?

Your daughter's
marrying Mario, the cripple, in August, eh?

What do you think?
What's the problem?

Go and dance, eh.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

BERLINGHIERI: Hey.

Hey, you, driver.

Come back here.
Come back.

Don't leave that horse
standing there untied.

Come back.

You son of a...

(DOGS WHINING)

(PIGS GRUNTING)

I don't have the breath to

give a simple order anymore.

God damn it!

Listen.

Beautiful music.

Young people
dancing, embracing.

Before the day's out,
they'll be fucking.

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(DOGS BARKING)

Anyway, this is no place
for old men.

(OCARINA PLAYING)

Ooh, it's a hot day, eh,
Signor Padrone?

Who are you?

Sir, it's Erma.
I'm the youngest daughter of Adelina.

I'm not used to wearing shoes,
and my stupid feet swelled up.

But they're pretty,
aren't they?

They're a present.
The padrona, she said they're Regina's.

Erma, come.

Erma.

(DOGS BARKING)

Signor Padrone?

(COWS MOOING)

Signor Padrone?

Signor Padrone?

Don't be frightened.
Don't be frightened.

Don't be frightened.

Take it.

You squeezed me,
so I got scared.

Milk her.
But the cows aren't mooing yet.

Can't you see
how full she is?

Milk her.

Squish, squash.

Cows full of milk and shit.

A curse.

A curse we carry with us.

It grows worse with age.

You know what the worst curse
in the world is?

Hailstorms.

Not hailstorms.

That's no curse.

Milk and shit in the brain.

War and disease,

they're no curse, either.

Squish, squash.

Squish, squash.

The curse is
when you can't do it.

Milk and shit.

Can't do it.

It won't get hard.

See?

Put your hand inside.

Hey, Signor Alfredo,
nobody can milk a bull.

(CHUCKLING)

Go.

Go back to the dance.

Can I really go?
Uh-huh.

Go. Go.

Erma.

When the dancing is over,

tell them I'm dead.

Yes, signor.

(COWS MOOING)

Remember,

I'm dead.
Yes.

(OCARINAS PLAYING)

The padrone, my God.

The padrone is dead.

The padrone told me
to say he's dead.

I was supposed to.

You think
it could be true? Mmm, uh...

Pour the water out
so we can get the nightingale drunk.

Up to the top.

ERMA: The padrone wants us
to keep dancing.

MAN: He's giving us orders
even after he's dead.

(ALL LAUGHING)
Music!

(OCARINAS PLAYING)

(COW MOOING)

Ah, if only you could see
yourself now, Signor Alfredo.

Oh, this is no way
for a padrone to die.

What did you have to
turn the cows loose for, eh?

So I'd have
more work to do?

Maybe...

Maybe the truth is that
when a man does nothing all his life,

it leaves him
too much time to think.

And thinking too much
makes him...

Makes him stupid.

(GRUNTING)

At least I knew
who you were, and you knew me.

I knew
who gave the orders.

A big, ugly bull!

But now, who knows
what will happen without you?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I, Alfredo Berlinghieri,

being of sound mind and body,

wish to make
my last will and testament.

I hereby declare

my younger son, Giovanni,

as my sole heir.

And I leave
to my elder son, Ottavio...

What did he say?

"To my elder son, Ottavio."

...elder son Ottavio,

I leave an annuity
of 5,000 lira a year,

to be paid to him for the rest
of his life by my sole heir,

Giovanni Berlinghieri.

And I also leave him
my town residence.

Furthermore, it shall
hereby be understood

that the entire
Berlinghieri estate consisting...

Go back to bed, Alfredo.

Grandfather's not well.
Go back to bed.

Consisting of

the entire
Berlinghieri estate...

ALFREDO: Grandpa's dead!

No. No. No, no!

Consisting of...
Grandpa's dead! Grandpa's dead!

...900 acres
of cultivated land,

the family villa,

the farmhouses,

(DOOR CLOSES)

machinery and tools,

and all the livestock,

the cattle,

the horses and the pigs,

the sheep,

I give to my son,
Giovanni.

This turban

once belonged
to a hunter of tigers.

Uncle Ottavio,
let me go away with you.

Why? Don't you
like it here?

They're all liars.

Oh.

And where shall we go?

On a sail ship.

A sail ship?
Yes.

Like this one?

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

Put that silkworm down!

Put it down!
Why should I?

Because you know
they're all in my care.

But I can touch
all these silkworms as much as I please.

You're stupid.

No.

You know, I'm padrone.

But the nests are mine.
Nobody's to interfere.

Why not?

Because I feed them,
understand? Set them down.

Only when I feel like it.

Even if you feed them,
the silkworms are still all mine.

And the fruit is mine, too.

And the mechanical reaper.

And the wheat is mine.

This worm is mine.
The cows are all mine.

Even the Dalco family
belongs to me.

And you belong to me, too.

You filthy maggot,
let him go!

No!

ALFREDO: Burn in hell!
You'll burn in hell!

Burn in hell!

Come back here,
you yellow-belly.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh, Madonna.
Give me a hand before we both get it.

Hmm, I could beat you
with one hand behind me.

I'm afraid you couldn't beat
a frog, not if you tried.

Here, you may have
your stupid silkworm back.

This one's still squirming.
The others have already woven their nests.

It's not a bird, you dunce.

Those are called pupae,
or cocoons if they're already formed.

You better take those
wet things off.

Pretty light.

And, look,
whenever it finally flies off, it'll be a butterfly.

I missed ever seeing them.
Like my little sister.

She hatched in the night,
and like a butterfly, just flew away.

Why did she fly away?

She was born dead.

That isn't true.
When you're dead, you're dead.

You don't fly anywhere.

You get buried
in the ground, and that's it.

It must hurt a lot.

Why should it hurt?

Skin's all back.

Let's see if yours
is any different.

Looks just like a cocoon.

Pull the skin back
and it'll look just like mine.

It won't go.
Well, pull harder.

Oh, it burns.

Ah, it burns because
you're not courageous, and you're not a socialist.

What's that mean?

You're talking to a socialist
with holes in his pocket.

"A socialist with holes
in his pocket"?

Oh, forget it.
What do you know anyhow?

Ah, don't be so smart,
and put this on.

No, I don't want it.

Don't be so childish.

(MOCKING)

It stopped hailing. Listen.

Look, look.
Look out of this window.

What's that?
It's the city, of course.

It can't be the city.
The city's too far away.

That's the city,
I tell you. Look.

And there's the cathedral,
with the dome.

I recognize it
'cause I've been there with my Uncle Ottavio.

And way on top, there are
all those tall houses.

Those aren't houses.
They're bell towers.

Look at the fire
that's pouring out of that one.

That's a factory, Olmo.

Do they have a view of us,

just like we have
a view of them, would you say?

Papa, you can see
the city from the loft,

and we could see
the buildings and the stables.

Not now. Later.
Ah, Signor Giovanni.

Not since the year
I was married have I seen a hailstorm such as this.

Get all your people
here.

The day laborers, too.

I'll be waiting
in the field.

Hey, Orso!

Orso!

Turo!
Turo!

Penzo!
Penzo!

Oreste!
Oreste!

Amoretto!
Amoretto!

Ganco!
Ganco!

Reccione!
Reccione!

Montanaro!
Montanaro!

LEO: Everybody!
Everybody in the field!

Now, let's face facts, men.

We lost everything.

Wine, tomatoes, potatoes,
corn, everything.

So now, we'll have to make
some kind of sacrifice.

Isn't that so, Leo?

What's happened?
Lost your tongue, have you?

Go ahead, tell them.

How much grain
have we lost? Tell them.

Half.

Ah, half, you say.
Uh-huh.

So, it's simple.

We'll have to be satisfied
with half pay.

Take it or leave it.

When we harvest double,
we don't get double pay.

If I were to be honest...

(COUGHING)

If I were to look after
my interests alone,

I shouldn't need you,
fire the lot of you,

especially all you
day laborers.

And if you here weren't
such an ignorant bunch,

you would thank me,

because the one making
the biggest sacrifice is me.

What's the problem, anyway?

Who gives the orders here?
Who's the padrone?

Hey, you!

We've lost nearly everything,
didn't you hear?

And yet, your ears
are both big enough.

(LAUGHING)

Padrone,
what you're doing is a sin, and we'll remember it.

Your father was good.
He never did us evil.

You are an evil man.
You bring sorrow to us.

That man has lost his ear,
but you have lost your soul.

I leave you
with a curse,

a curse no priest
can ever lift,

to rule
by the new padrone.

It's food. Everyone
into the house.

Were you hurt bad?

No.

An accident, my own fault.

Poor Vittorio.

(FLIES BUZZING)

Papa, there's
no more polenta.

GIRL: Papa,
I'm still hungry.

You will forget about hunger
if you listen to me.

(WATER TRICKLING)

(PLAYING OCARINA)

Water!

Let the water through.

Let the water through.

It's the beginning.

What of?
Workers' leave.

What did they say?

To move on.

Call the strike
for tomorrow.

You're going to go?

Everybody's got to go.

Uh, well,
what's going on here?

We're striking, that's what.
Everybody's agreed.

Striking?

(GRUNTING)

You know
what that means, strike?

I said, do you know
what that means?

That means these hands
won't work anymore, huh.

They won't reap anymore.

Never harvest anymore.

Never, never,
never, never milk.

Never dig anymore.

Everything comes
to a standstill.

And the land... The land dies.

Do you really think
you can go through with this?

Yes. Now we got the League.

The League?

What is this League?

Does the League tell you

that--that we'll end up
eating the grass from these ditches, eh?

That we'll become evil,
really evil?

The League tell you all this?

It did.
The League understands.

The League is for us.

You can fight back
with the League, and I'll show you how.

The strike is on!

The strike is on!
MAN 1: The strike is on!

MAN 2: Strike!

MAN 3: The strike is on!
MAN 4: The strike is on!

MAN 5: The strike is on!
The strike is on!

MAN 6: The strike is on!
MAN 7: The strike is on!

Strike!
Strike!

You know I like this song.

MAN 1: The strike is on!

Strike!
Strike!

Strike is on!
Strike!

Strike.
Strike!

The strike is on!

Strike!
Strike!

(COWS MOOING)

They should milk
the poor things. They're mooing.

I hear them.
The strike paralyzing the servants, too?

Dear Zolina, send a boy out
to buy some milk in town.

Tell him if he sees a Dalco
to move along.

Don't talk
to those people.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

Over 100 cows in the barn
and we have to buy milk.

Those bastards are absolutely
going to ruin me!

It's against the law.

What they're doing out there
is uncivilized.

And I can't beat
any sense into them.

Not even with old Leo.

Sooner or later
they'll have to give in. Mmm.

Meanwhile the cows
are full to bursting,

and the grain rots
in the field.

Why don't you eat?

Listen to this.

"Talks between
the Labor League

"and the Landowner's
Association have been broken off.

"The strike area is patrolled,
day and night, by a cavalry regiment.

"'We will not be coerced,'
said the association's representative..."

Stop that.

"'...by a league
of rabble-rousers.

"'We'll oppose their boycott
by imposing lockouts.

"'We'll counter violence
with violence.'

"The speaker went on to say
that the only fair verdict is the whip,

"to be used on those workers
guilty of sabotage."

OLMO: Grandfather,
what are scabs?

LEO: Uh, scabs
are lousy bastards who work when other men are on strike.

Why don't they want
to strike, too?

Because they're ignorant.

They're even more ignorant
than we are.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE)

Listen, listen.
Hear the music.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: Of course.

Good day, padre.

Hey, look over there.

Look at Signor Giovanni
trotting up and down.

Oh, there's Passetti.
He has to work sitting down.

And over there,
that's Carbonini.

He's the lawyer.

And the girl
with the long braids, that's his daughter.

Are they all scabs?

LEO: No, no. Landowners.

? How funny they look

? Din-dong,
ding-dong, ding... ?

(LAUGHING)

LEO: Olmo.

Olmo, come here.

Can this be
what they call socialism?

All the rich
out there sweating

and the poor folks
lying under a tree,

flat on our backs?

It's too good to last.

You're a lucky boy,
you are, Olmo.

Why?
Why?

(CHUCKLING)

It took me 73 years
to see a landlord working.

(LAUGHING)

LEO: That's right.
You finish setting the traps.

Hey, Olmo.

Fetch some leaves.
Make a little breeze.

I always loved the wind.

I would like to learn
how to make a trap like that.

Shh. Grandfather's dozing.

Olmo, does your grandfather
always go to sleep with his eyes open?

He could do anything.
He once even saw Garibaldi.

Better look out.
If they see us together, you're going to get it.

No.

Anyway, everyone knows
I'm a socialist, too, now.

Hey, come here.
I'll show you something.

It's like yours now.

How'd you do it?
Easy. I yanked it back.

You big liar.
You went like this...

Look, I'll teach you
something.

I know.

I know how you do it.

I'm a socialist
with holes in the pocket, too.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

ZAMBRONE: Hey, Fasuline,
what's that cloud of dust want from us?

You dumbbell,
that's no cloud.

They're kids
that come from the farm.

What did they
come for?

FASULINE:
They came to Genoa, same as we did.

Oh, for the onion season.

No, ignoramus.

They were invited
by the backwaters in Genoa,

because after
three months of striking, there's nothing left to eat.

And so the Workers' League
chartered a train for Genoa.

Long live the kids
from the farm!

Long live Genoa!
Long live the children!

(ALL CHEERING)

FASULINE: Well, Zambrone,
what do you think?

ZAMBRONE:
If I have to think, Fasuline, I'll need my thinking cap.

Didn't you hear?
The reformists want to give 10 pennies more an hour.

More per hour?
Yeah.

Well, let's see now,
10 pennies more an hour

multiplied by 18 hours
work a day.

Oh! We'll be millionaires
by nightfall.

Go jump in the lake,
bubblehead.

Hey!

That wasn't nice.
Now I get water in the ear.

(LAUGHING)

Listen, Zambrone,
on the other hand, the revolutionaries say

that the land should go
to those who work it, you hear,

and eliminate owners
and slaves alike.

You get the gist, young man?

I got it. I got it.
I read and write, you know.

I'm a scholar
and I practice my pinctuation.

(FASULINE SPUTTERING)
Punctuation!

ZAMBRONE:
Let's check the vacobulary.

(SPUTTERING)
BOY: Vocabulary.

Well, what do you think?

I think it's time.

Time? For what?

The time has come to say,
long live the revolution!

Hurray!

BOTH: Hurray! Hurray!

ALL: Hurray!

Long live the strike!
Hurray for the strike!

Long live the Workers' League.
Long live the strike.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, Zambrone, look who's come.
Look. I see guards, policemen.

ZAMBRONE: Oh, Fasu,
what will we do? What will we ever do?

Listen, we can
give them a lesson, but we need a stick.

Quick, quick.
Grab a stick.

Ready, Zambrone?
Now let's hear what they got to say.

Hey! Who dares
defy the law? Aha!

Caught red-handed.
Drop that stick and come here quick.

Traitor!

POLICEMAN:
All right! That's enough! Out! All of you, out!

Out!

Come on!
Move it out of here!

(POLICEMEN SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

Hurry, the train. Go.
Go on, children. Hurry.

Ashamed!

You ought to be ashamed!
You even pick on puppets!

You cowards!
Go back to the landowners!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

ROSINA: Get down
off those horses!

You cowards! Traitors!

You sold out
to the landowners! Renegades!

Drop dead all of you!

Olmo.

Olmo, you forgot
your clothes!

Long live the great
agricultural strike

June 1908

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

Olmo!

Olmo! Olmo,
where are you?

Olmo, you forgot the bundle
with your clothes and things.

Olmo! Olmo!

(ACCORDION PLAYING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BELL TOLLING)

You thought
I was a coward, Olmo.

I'm not a coward.

BOY: Over there.
I can see my house.

Look, look,
the church steeple.

World War I is ending...

MAN 1: Hey, Aranzini.
ARANZINI: Huh?

I dreamt
of your sweetheart again.

She had tits
dripping with honey.

I had a dream of your sister.
She'll do it with any man.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(MAN 2 GROANING)

MAN: This one's leg
is turning blue.

WOMAN: Call the sergeant!
Call the sergeant! Not the sergeant.

Get a doctor over here.

SOLDIER: Move along!
Move along!

(MEN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

MAN: Look at them, men.

Filthy strikers and traitors,
a disgrace to the country.

Have a good look
at those subversive swine.

Turo! Turo!

Olmo! Olmo!

The bastards got you.

The country is
in the hands of murderers.

SOLDIER: Quiet!
God damn the whole nation!

God damn the King!

Olmo! Olmo!

Olmo!
SOLDIER: Quiet!

(MACHINERY RUMBLING)

It's you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(HORN BLOWING)

Regina!
Huh?

Go away!

Go away!

The masquerade's over.
Take that costume off. The war has ended.

Yes, Lieutenant.

I said, out, out, out!

And close the door, Regina!

(SPUTTERING)
Close the door!

(HORN BLOWING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Will you look at that?

Vincenzo!

ALMEIDA: Oh, back!

(ALMEIDA EXCLAIMING)

Almeida.

WOMAN: "'Please, Father,'
said the young prince.

"'I can't tell why,
but my heart will not be at rest

"'till I find the three
nectarines of love.

"'I beg you,
let me go search for them.'

"The boy's plea was so sincere
that his majesty promised

"that the moment
spring came..."

BOY: What happened?
Aren't you going to read anymore?

(MUMBLES)

BOY: I think I heard
the story before.

You must be Olmo.

Yes.

And you?

Anita. Anita Forlan.

You're from the north?

Province of Verona.

Verona?

We camped near Verona.

Are you a refugee?
Yes.

I lost all my family.

Go on.

It's heavy, huh?

BOY: Aren't you going
to tell us how it ends?

GIRL: Does he find
the nectarines?

Tell us, Anita.

All right.
Be good.

ANITA: "The boy's plea
was so sincere..."

Attention!

At your order, sir.

At ease.

Hey, soldier,
don't you recognize me?

It's me, you stupid jackass.
It's me.

(CHUCKLING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

I don't want you.
You're a lowly civilian.

The war is over.
Nobody gives us orders anymore.

Now, I like you better.

Hey.

"Oh, kiss me, my hero."

(PANTING)

There was no one
to take care of the silkworms anymore.

There's nothing up here
but rats now.

Like in the trenches.

Hey, remember when
no one believed you could see the city up here?

But we managed
to see it from here.

How close it seemed, huh?

Did you manage
to see the whole war from here, too?

Dreamed all the night
in the barracks bed

of his sister, his brother,
his father, his mother.

Next morning,
in the barracks bed, they found him dead.

They found him dead.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

No, Olmo, no!

Our part in it
is finished. Done.

Don't we share half
and half anymore?

Try to understand, Olmo.

You've been away,
and there are a lot of new things you don't know.

I know we always get
half the harvest.

Not this year, though.

They rented new machines
and hired extra labor.

(GRUNTS)

This is no time...
Let go.

Long live our hero.

Even sharing
half and half is robbery since we do all of the work.

And now not even that.

You know why I have
to hire these hands?

Because almost
all of you men

got yourselves
killed in the war

like idiots.

ALFREDO: Papa,
what's wrong with you?

Papa, you have no right
to say something like that.

You keep quiet.
And play soldier if you like.

Do you know how much I spent
to keep you at home?

No, I don't know.
How much did you spend?

More than you're worth.

Well, you know,
I wanted to go. You didn't want me to go.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, of course.

Well, what a handsome saber
you have.

Yes, this is a handsome saber.
Very handsome.

And it cuts well!
It cuts very well!

Watch, Papa! Watch!

Bravo, Lieutenant.

So, that is what
you're good at?

At your age, I used to get up
at 4:00 in the morning to check the stable.

Everyone here remembers that.

And at threshing time,
I was the first to be up

and the last
to go to bed.

Isn't that so?
Can anybody deny that?

Go ahead! Go ahead! Speak up!
Isn't that so? I know it is.

Bravo, my little cousin.

Thank you.

The next time
you'll be pierced.

GIOVANNI:
I sacrifice for this farm.

Sacrifice.

There aren't
any ideals anymore. No respectability.

Devotion to the church,
love for the land,

loyalty to the family,
and credit in the bank.

Come on, Uncle.
You're getting upset. Don't.

And respect.

Respect! Respect!
Respect!

MAN: What the padrone meant

was that because
there was no one here to work,

he had to buy
modern machines.

Machines are like peasants.

They need
their share of grain, too.

But they make life easy.

It's a change,

but it's progress.

Look.

Beautiful.

Heavy?

Hey! Hey! Stop that!

Are you crazy? Hey!

Hey!
No, wait.

Why would you do
a thing like that?

The army teach you nothing?

Who's this?
This is-- This is Attila Mellanchini.

My father's new foreman.

I'm a soldier like you.

Hey, you heard
what the padrone said.

You've had
your share of grain.

He gives you all he can.

We'll work together.

Hey, I understand you.

(MACHINE RUMBLING)

(GRUNTING)

Olmo. Olmo.

Olmo.

Did you hear, women,
what our padrone had to say?

It's our men's fault

because they got themselves
killed in the war.

And the fault
of the day laborers

because they work
like beasts all day

and then expect
to be paid for it.

It's all our fault that
our families go hungry,

and that half of us end up
sick with goiter trouble,

and it's always our fault
when so many of our children are born dead.

Come, follow me, women.

The master should be
really content if we take only a little grain

and leave him the rest.
For the moment.

Come on, women,
come on.

You speak too well
for a little country girl.

I'm a schoolteacher.

That was the first time
I ever kissed a schoolteacher.

ATTILA: Hey, schoolteacher,

finish the lesson.

Ah!

Look, women,
our rooster is crowing.

Here, peck. Eat. Go on.

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

Oh!

Very funny. All right.

(IMITATING ROOSTER CROWING)

What's the matter?
Why are you leaving?

To find another place
to work and die.

Who put you out?

Ah, who can put you out?
Landowners.

Even though our contract
hasn't run out,

they're giving us
the boot.

We formed
the Workers' League.

They're making us
pay the price.

And if you saw how
our padrone took advantage. It was a shame.

We have to put up
with the padrone fooling with our women.

You say we'll find work
near Mantua?

Let's go. No sense
in fighting, Oreste.

Not when
you haven't a chance.

But our contract
hasn't run out yet.

If they don't mean
to pay us for our work,

then still I'll stay
on this soil.

By Christ!

MAN: Oreste!

Oreste!

Oreste!

Run away, Oreste!

The demons are coming
on horseback

to carry you off!

Run away, Oreste!

Not even the Pope,
not even Jesus, the Lord,

is going to make me
budge my ass!

Because I gave 40 years
of my life to this valley.

Enough of your kind!

Lousy bastards,

you're afraid 'cause you know
that you're getting away with murder.

New laws are what we need,
and a new government,

so injustice
comes to an end.

Laws that are going
to get rid of all these delinquents.

Oreste!
Laws!

GIRL: Papa, stop!

Good laws that will
give us all a voice...

You're out
of your mind! Oreste!

...so we are heard.
Because we know how things stand.

Because those
who till the soil are more intelligent

than those
with nothing to do.

The poor peasants
can't go on like this.

Enough, Oreste!
Come back! You want to strip us.

You want to bleed us.
Well, I'll go naked to Rome.

They'll here me talk.
I'll go in my underwear.

You Judas bastards.
Oreste, stop! Stop!

Let me go!
No!

Oh, no!
Let me go! Let me go!

No! Let me go!

WOMAN:
Look what you've done, you cowards!

ORESTE: Go to work!
Bend your backs!

Go to work! You know
what that means?

You miserable,
lowly sons of bitches!

(GUNS FIRING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

About time
they arrived.

They'll get those jackasses
to lift their hooves.

(MOANING)

You make me come.
Oh, you make me come.

You make me come.

You can't come.

Come on, an elephant
couldn't make you come.

(SHOUTING)
All I need is a real man!

In the name of the law,
disperse.

Where will my family
sleep tonight?

By the roadside?

They will sleep in a jail
if you don't disperse.

Put the landowners in jail
for not respecting their contract.

In the name of the...
Law! Law! What law?

Contract's our law,

and their contract
still has one year to go.

The padrone want to do them
out of a whole year's work!

The padrone are thieves!

They want us out of the way
because we're socialists.

OLMO: We want our rights.
Then what are you waiting for?

Women, get down, you hear me?
All of you. We need everybody.

Get down, all of you.
Don't give up now. Don't give up, women.

ORESTE: They don't
respect the law.

The padrone make the law
and break the law!

A law for thieves
and murderers!

Don't go away!
Stop! Don't be afraid!

Stop! Get down!
We can't let them pass!

Come with us tonight!

Stop! Wait!

They're taking Oreste away!
Stick up for your rights!

You've got to help him!

Get down!
ANITA: Get down!

Hurry! Hurry!
Get down, get down!

OFFICER:
Left turn. Forward.

Close formation!
Double up column!

Aranzini.

Now the royal guards
can take care of providing

a nice harvest holiday
for them.

Unsheathe sabers!

Let's get some sticks!
Come on, we have to fight them!

Let's go! Let's go!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Now is the time.
We'll show them.

(WOMEN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

You'll have to kill us all!

You won't pass here!

(OLMO WHISTLING)

(MEN WHISTLING)

(WOMEN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Go, men, go on!
Teach them a lesson!

Tell them to go find
their own property to huddle on!

The property is inviolable!

Halt! Squad, halt!

OFFICER: Go on back!
Move out!

Move out!

(ALL SINGING)

Ha! Congratulations.

Afraid of peasants?

You're to protect us?
What a joke!

Religious cowards!
You're a disgrace!

I'll drive you off myself!
Stop it.

Criminals! Bolsheviks!
What are you doing?

What are you doing, you fool?
You're starting a one-man war.

(PEASANTS CONTINUE SINGING)

Damn you!

Go!

(GRUNTS)

REGINA: Go on. Go on.

You look fine.
They must see you. No, I'm not dressed right.

It's not the way to start.
They must get to know you.

Your time has come.
This is your chance. Go on.

PIOPPI: We can't do
what the fascists did at Rivarolo.

One of the reds there
was murdered,

and so now
he's their martyr,

and they're giving him
a monument in the piazza.

I say what we should do...

Forget it, Pioppi.

You don't make deals
when you've got all the trumps.

They made a mistake
at Rivarolo, let me tell you.

They made only one martyr,
that was their mistake.

(MAN CHUCKLING)

MAN:
It's the same with my dog. If you hit him once, nothing.

Hit him again, still nothing.
On the 10th crack, though,

he does learn
to obey with his tail between his legs.

May I speak, please?

Here, in church,

they baptized us,

they confirmed us.

Here in church,
we were married.

And one day,

they will carry us in

through that door

feet first.

(LAUGHING)

As late as possible, I hope.

All of you know
what the Crusades were.

Do you know
what the Crusades were?

Young man,
we're discussing things here that concern you, too.

You wanted me to come here,
so at least leave me alone.

The church.

Yes, even the church,
when it was necessary,

clamped down hard
on its enemies.

Who are these
Bolsheviks, anyway?

Huh?

Semi-Asiatics,
that's what they are.

Like the Saracens,

Mongol subversives.

And if things go on like this
much longer,

they will kill us,
kill us all,

and take over everything.

Am I right or not?

Am I right or not?

Hey, Pioppi?

Talk, nothing but talk.

I know what has to be done.
Get rid of them all.

GIOVANNI:
But the new fascist movement doesn't want vengeance.

We want order first.

We are the new crusaders.

And we must instill courage
in our youth.

They're waiting
for a sign from us.

So let us give them
this sign.

(SOFTLY) Go on. Go on.

We've already
saved the country once.

We answered the call
in the trenches.

And now we're here.

MAN: It's only right.

When you start
a new enterprise, you need a little capital.

Total solidarity, eh?

This is what Italy needs
to get the ball rolling.

Not even a bastard
would've done this.

(HORN HONKING)

They work hard
in the city, too, huh?

Imagine the look
on my father's face if he knew we were here together.

(EXCLAIMING)

Your father, "Respect!
Respect! Respect!"

Your father is just a thief
who longs for respect, like all masters.

Really?
Uh-huh.

Wait till I become the master,
because I'll be twice as hard on you.

And on that day,
I'll kill you.

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)

No, seriously,
when you see my uncle, you'll really like him.

He's much nicer
than my father.

(OCARINA PLAYING)
He's totally different. He's more like us.

Hear that music? I know it.

Montanaro! Dalco, Olmo.

Don't you remember me?

(GROANS)
Oh, your foot. I'm sorry.

Remember all the polenta
we used to eat?

Always polenta.
ALFREDO: Olmo! Olmo!

Don't go.
We'll talk later.

We'll talk later. Don't go.

Come on. Let's give this
lovely young lady a hand.

Oh, uh, you don't
have to bother.

Alfredo,
it's Montanaro.

The one who cut his ear.
He's right there. See?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Signorina, I bet
you'd never guess we're twins.

Oh, you're lying.
You're making fun of me.

ALFREDO:
Oh, no, that's the truth. We share everything.

What's his is mine,
and what's mine is mine.

Yeah, that's about it.

Good morning,
signora.

WOMAN: Where are you going,
Nicoletta?

NICOLETTA: I'm going down.

ALFREDO:
Service with a smile. WOMAN: Thank you.

Where, signorina?
On the table.

Ah! Will you look at that?

It's been ages since I've had
homemade liqueur.

You want some?
Oh, yes, I would indeed,

but it has to be my treat.

Don't worry, I'll pay
very well for anything.

I have money.
I'll pay you very well.

Very well.

Someday you'll choke
on your filthy money.

It makes her happy.

Hmm?

You should have a drink, too.

I better not.
It's bad for me.

Then don't waste time.
Get undressed.

Huh?
Huh.

(WHISPERING) You see?
I told you she was a whore.

Didn't I?

The girl is poor,
but that doesn't mean she's a slut. Does it?

If she wasn't a whore,
she wouldn't take my money.

But it's your money.

It corrupts her.

Well, anyway,
she cleaned me out.

Aren't you two going
to get undressed?

Go ahead.
You go first.

No, no, after you.

No, no, you go.
Go ahead. I insist.

No, no. You paid.
You have the right.

I'm cold.
I'm freezing.

You're older than I am.

(CHUCKLING)

Who do you want
to go first?

Both.

You mean
both of us together?

Why waste time?

I went
under that train.

What train?
Remember during the strike?

I was under the train
you were on.

Who goes first?

Your friend...

Maybe you can do
something better.

Don't you have
a girlfriend?

(MOCKING)

What's so funny?

I was just thinking
about Anita.

Leave Anita out of this.
Is she your girl?

Come on.
Have a drink.

Oh, no, no, thank you.

I feel strange if I drink.

But that's what's so great.
Come on.

Have a drink.
Have some fun.

Are you going to marry her?

She's already my wife.

But without being married.
She's my comrade.

No marriage.
They're Bolsheviks. They believe in free love.

Your hand getting tired?

You really know
what free love is, don't you?

Hmm?

Huh?

Don't ask me
so many questions.

Answer!
Leave her alone.

I don't know
if I'd be answering right.

Don't lie to me,
you little whore.

You know
what free love is.

I'm ashamed.

(SHUDDERING)
I'm ashamed.

Please.

You must go away.

Go--Go away.

(CHOKING)

Go away now.

(SOBBING)

Please! Go away!

(MOANING)

Oh! Oh, no!
Oh, God! Oh, God!

She's an epileptic.

Come on, let's go.
Hurry up.

Call somebody. Go on!
Call somebody!

Signora! Signora!

Stop. Please. Please.

Stop! I beg you.

Don't.

We didn't do anything.

Let her go.

Stupid.

She knows
she must never drink.

Shall I get a doctor?

It wouldn't do any good.

She'll stop.
Have to have patience, that's all.

Alfredo.

Uncle Ottavio?

It's me, Alfredo.

Anybody home?

Hello?

Who is it?

I'm really very sorry.
I didn't mean to disturb you.

Ottavio is not here.

Ah, well, perhaps
I'll come back later.

Do you have
a cigarette? Yes.

Oh, I don't smoke.

How nice.
What did you come for?

Who are you?

My name is Ada,
and I want a cigarette.

I'm Alfredo,
and I want my uncle.

(GASPS)

Have a cigar?

Oh! My savior.

(CHUCKLING)
For so little.

Good afternoon, Uncle.

Well, what are you
doing here?

Uh... Well, I had
a rotten day.

I came into the city
to have some fun and I saw an epileptic.

Have you ever seen
an epileptic?

I'd like to take a bath.

Of course.

OTTAVIO:
Mario, in here.

There. Set it down there.

ADA: How did the auction go?

Ah, all morning a bad sale.

I didn't know that
the search for pleasure could be so tiring.

Oh, poor dear.
You work so hard.

Uh-huh.

Take a look at this.
It's exceptionally beautiful.

So, naturally,
no one liked it.

He's a young
German painter.

A new discovery of mine.

What do you think
the man is doing?

ADA: He's sleeping.

No, he's dead.

He's asleep,
I tell you.

He's dead.

Look at the hand.

The hand may be dead
but he's alive.

Guess what?
Hmm.

I've fallen in love.

Again?

But this time
it's serious.

Oh...

Let's see if I can guess.

Blanchi?

Bugatti.
Mmm.

Mmm.

The Roadster?
No, Torpedo.

Mmm.

But it's an impossible love.
It's too expensive.

Torpedo.
Oh, I was just thinking of buying one tomorrow.

Can you drive?
Yes.

I mean, no,
but it's not difficult.

(CHUCKLING)

This nephew of yours
is really a bit of a liar.

(OTTAVIO LAUGHING)

Bravo. Bravo.

Make that tight,
stingy brother of mine spend some of his money.

(CHUCKLES)

How's your mother?

She still paints

endless ancestral landscapes.

Mmm.

My lost countryside.

Ottavio, lend me the car.

If you're ready,
I'll give you a lift home.

I'm ready. Let's go.

"Vroom, roar

"First, second and third gears

"Dry my tears
and leave me cold

"Bureaucratic, gray and old"

You like it?

Uh...

Yes. It's, uh...
Yes, it's good. It's nice.

It's a little modern but...

Modern? The hell it is.
It's futuristic.

Read the other one.

"Gypsy, what you rouse in me
lingers still like a kiss

"and your traitorous smile."

Uh, yes,
it has a certain, uh...

I like it. It's good.
It's too bad that it's so short.

That's what's nice about it.

What are you doing?

Two of us have read them.
That's already too many.

And you just throw them
away like that?

(MEN CHEERING)

Why don't those pigs
let me pass? Bastards!

(SCATTING)

ADA: I saw you.

(MEN LAUGHING)

I want to pass.

Come on!

What did he say?
Go ahead. Pass them.

(MAN SINGING)

Now, come on.
They're letting us through.

Go ahead.

(MEN CHEERING)

Are they friends of yours?
They look like murderers.

No, no, they're not
friends of mine.

I know that whenever
they go out like that, there's trouble in the making.

They revolt me.

I don't want to see.
I don't want to see anymore.

I'm blind!

Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, now.
Try not to go blind. Not on a curve.

I don't want to see.
I don't want to see.

I'm blind! I'm blind!
No.

Blind!
No.

Blind!
No.

(SHUSHING)

OLD MAN: "Gives

"youth

"to mankind."

ANITA: Pietro, read aloud
what you've written there.

"Communism gives
youth to mankind."

And now Olmo will explain
what that means.

(LAUGHING)
OLMO: Well, um...

What does it mean?

It means...

Schoolmistress?
Comrade.

Comrade schoolmistress,

I am close to 71,
and being a communist,

I find I still do for a woman
more than youngsters do.

You big bull,
we don't come here to be braggarts.

We come here to learn.

(LAUGHING)

School's over for today.

Go on, we'll keep an eye
on the community house. Don't worry.

And we studied
this whole bottle.

(OLD MAN EXCLAIMING)

Well, shall we go?

Huh?

What a rotten day.

I went into town
with Alfredo.

Look...
I had no fun at all.

Drawn nicely, isn't it?

We walked around.

Drank a little bit.

You know...

You know how it is
in the city.

I know. I know.

You know.

What a class.

The youngest
must be at least 80.

The youngsters are dancing
at the Risotti barn, that's why.

(OLD MEN COUNTING)

You're wasting your time.

Giving lessons
to four old men, what good does it do?

I wanted to dance, too,
but I had to wait for you! No?

Dancing with that belly?

Anita. Anita. Anita.

No!

(GRUNTING)

Anita!

I feel better now.

Yeah, I feel
better, too.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Help.

Eight. Six.
Seven. Two.

One. Eight. Nine.
Three. Seven. Six.

Nine. Seven.
Three. Five.

Eight. Eight.
Six. Five.

What do you have
inside that head?

What do you have?

(MOANING)

You have another woman.
No.

No?
No, no. No.

No.

Come on,
let's go dancing.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

ALFREDO:
Have you ever danced in a barn before?

ADA: No,
it's the first time.

Wait. Wait here.
I'll go get something to drink.

Wait!

Two glasses.
Thank you. I'll pay later.

Certainly.

ADA: Alfredo!

Alfredo, where are you?

Alfredo!

Don't leave me alone!

Oh!

Alfredo.

MAN: What's wrong with her?

It's nothing.

I don't see. I'm blind.

This music is so beautiful.

Please don't stop dancing
just for me.

Play on. Play on!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Faster. Faster.

Faster! How wonderful!

Make me fly.

And to think she has such
beautiful eyes, huh?

Mmm, oh, yes.
Very beautiful.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Alfredo, give me a kiss.

WOMAN: Hey,
look at the blind girl.

Would you like
a drink?

No, no. I think
you need a drink. I know I need a drink,

and therefore
if I need a drink, I know that you need a drink,

and, therefore,
we should both have a drink.

All right?
Yeah.

Blind, eh?
You're not Alfredo.

Who are you?

How awful!
You have no pity for a blind girl.

Monster!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh!

Oh, Alfredo.
Come on, stop this game.

WOMAN: Pretty, isn't it?

ADA: Alfredo, how could you
do that to me?

You mustn't ever
leave me alone again.

Oh, stop it.

You're outrageous.

I'm an animal de luxe.

This is my, uh,
best friend, Olmo.

This is Anita. This is...

Anita, this is Ada.
This is Anita. This is Ada.

WOMAN 1: It's soft.
WOMAN 2: Imagine if we had one like this.

It's warm.
WOMAN 3: It's warm. Yes.

Oh, it feels good. Oh, yes.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

This morning
with an epileptic and now with a blind girl.

One more like this
and you can open a hospital.

You're the one
that's blind.

Are they ready?

(GASPS)

A blind girl, huh?

Thank you. Thank you.
You saved me.

I was afraid I had
to go on all evening.

So you come in here
all dressed and perfumed

to make fools of us.

Stupid, spoiled.

How is it you call us?
Hicks? Peasants?

Uh...

I know. You're right.

But it always
happens like this.

I can't stand it.

So I close my eyes
and I bang into people.

Does it scare you to look?

What do you see?
What do you see?

What does she see?
She sees someone who's so happy...

I don't want us to change.

I--I want everyone
to stay still. Stay still.

Give me your hands.
Everyone give me their hands.

Put your hands here.
Here, here.

Hey, look.

It's horrible.

Oh!

ADA: I'm sorry.

I apologize to all of you.

It was just--just
a stupid joke.

It was very silly of me,
I know.

Nothing to
worry about.

I'm sorry!

I didn't mean
to offend anyone!

Forgive me!

I'm not blind!
Forgive me!

I can see very well!
Look, I'm not blind!

I see all of you!

Is she drunk or...

ADA: Why don't you believe me?
It was all a joke!

She's not drunk.
I can see like you...

She's fantastic.
...and you!

She smokes, she drives,
she writes poetry.

She's-- She's very modern,
something you don't understand.

OLMO: Hey!

Something
you don't understand.

You're a country bumpkin.

MAN: Help! Help!
Wait.

Wait! I want to tell you
something. Wait!

Don't fall.

MAN: Help! Everybody!
Hurry!

And she's wild berries.

I'll kill them all.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(TRUMPETS BLOWING)

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Who are you?

You don't know me.

What the hell do you want?

(TRUMPETS BLOWING)

You're boring.

My name is
Ada Fiastri Paulhan.

I'm 21, the worst age
in the world.

(GASPS)

My father designed
the head of the king on the 10 lira note.

So we've always been
surrounded by money

and never had any.

I'm an orphan.

Three years ago,
my parents had the bright idea

of organizing
an Alpine expedition for millionaires.

They disappeared
into a crevasse on the Matterhorn.

They died the way they lived,
beyond their means.

I have no sisters,
no brothers.

I can live where I like
and with anybody I like.

MAN 1: The community house
is on fire!

MAN 2: The community house
is burning to the ground!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

The community house
is on fire!

I don't want to.

I don't want to!
I don't want to!

I don't want to!
I don't want to!

No!

No.

(BELL CLANGING)

Come here.

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH MOANING)

Kiss me. Kiss me.

Why didn't you tell me
you were a virgin?

Because you would never
have believed me.

That's right.

But aren't you
Ottavio's mistress?

Ottavio's mistress?

(LAUGHING) No.

Oh, no.

OLMO: Wake up!

ANITA: Pietro Pecurare!

Seventy-eight years old!

Wake up!

Farm laborer!

Wake up!

Exploited
by the landowners!

Murdered by the fascists!

Wake up!

Vircimo Bonazza,
age 74,

(WOMEN SOBBING)
day laborer from the age of seven.

Exploited by the landowners!

Murdered by the fascists!
Murdered by the fascists!

Wake up!

Jofren Zuelli, age 72.

Wake up!

Farm laborer
from the age of seven.

Exploited
by the landowners!

Murdered by the fascists!

Wake up!

Open your windows!

Why don't you come down?

Wake up!

Don't you want to see?

Come down
and look at them!

OLMO: Wake up!

ANITA: Wake up!

Wake up!

(SOBBING) Wake up!

Look, there's no one!

(CRYING)

It's over. It's all over.

It's the end.
No.

It's the end.
No.

No, no!

We're strong!

We're many!

We're united!

They'll kill us all.
They'll kill us all.

No, no, no.

No.

(BAND PLAYING)

Listen.

They're coming.

They're coming.

Yes. They're coming.

They're here. Look, Anita.

I'm not well.

Could it be the baby?

What a child you are.

There's time.

It's finished.

Hey, did you see?

MAN 1: A crowd like that.

No one will believe
that all those people are relatives.

I don't believe it.
They were over 1,000 of them, Barone.

Over 1,000,
at least.

They're saying
it was no accident.

It was deliberately set.

(MAN WHISTLING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

There are 2,000 reds
out there!

Hey, Barone, you look like
you've been to a funeral.

You feel sad?

You think
we made a mistake?

Never regret anything.
Never be afraid.

The only thing a man
has to fear is fear itself.

Shall we take some tucks?

They give the shirt
a greater elegance.

ATTILA: I don't want it
to look elegant. I want it to look strong.

This isn't a shirt,
it's a symbol.

You're not a tailor.
You're making a flag for the people.

Does it look good, Barone?

Uh-huh, more manly.

More manly, yes,
but not pretty. Not pretty. More manly.

Well, good.
All of you get one. You all get one.

You all look like this.
Give the people something to follow.

Yeah. Give me that pussycat.

(CAT PURRING)
Listen.

Communists are smart.

They play on
your human feelings.

They're like this
little pussycat.

It plays on
your human feelings. Huh?

Communism is a disease.

It can destroy the world.
Come outside.

If this little pussycat
has got communism,

(CAT MEOWING)
you can't think of this little pussycat.

You got to think
of all the other pussycats in the world

and you got to protect them.

You got to protect
all those pussycats.

You got to look
at that pussycat and you've got to say,

"That's not a pussycat,
that's a communist."

And you've got
to destroy it!

(CAT YOWLING)

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(ALL SINGING)

(MEN CHEERING)

Where do we make
the communists go?

ALL: Jail!

Where do we make
the Workers' League go?

ALL: Jail to all!

End Act One

(PANTING)

I feel like I never want
to go home again.

Swear.

That you'll never become
a fat, vulgar landowner.

Swear. Swear!

I swear. I swear.

And swear that
you'll love me forever and marry me never.

Swear! Swear!

(GASPS)

I swear
I'll marry you forever!

(SHOUTING)

Never!

(EXCLAIMING)
Give me your hand.

My hand? Never!

Oh, you're such a liar!

OTTAVIO: Quiet,
if you please!

ADA: What's going on?

Ottavio?

This is
very delicate work I'm doing.

What are you doing?

I'm taking
some artistic photographs.

Who are you?
Why are you standing there?

Us? Oh, we're babes
in the woods.

Oh, yes, with
empty stomachs, signora.

And now that you've
discovered my secret love for, uh, photography?

(MUSIC PLAYING)
Well, I think we know how to keep a secret.

MAN 1: Who told you?

MAN 2:
Mr. Ritter just came in by train from Florence.

MAN 3: He said that's all
they were talking about.

Not only that,
but he saw them with his own eyes.

MAN 1: Carabinieri
and the Royal Guard,

swarming all over the place.

Lines with fixed bayonets
all along the way.

The march on Rome.
MAN 2: You think so?

The go-ahead sign will come
when you least expect it.

And Rome,
the whole south will give way.

Mussolini is a sculptor
of words.

With every speech...

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

He's an artist.
He just knows one sentence.

What's the spiritual
question?

He's a master,
a master.

To spirituality. Salute.

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Are you going
to leave me alone?

Don't go without me.

After all.

MAN 1: So,
he told him. Loud.

MAN 2: Right to his face.

Either the police chief
here in Naples

minds his own business
or we...

MAN 3: That's the only way.

MAN 4:
He's always interfering.

Too controversial.
Too controversial.

MAN 5: Castor oil
in the morning...

MAN 6: The only way
to handle him is to be firm.

It's time we became firm.

We've been
too lenient with them.

MAN 7:
At the Chamber of Commerce no one knows anything.

They never have.
They never have and they never will.

But it's a political
maneuver, isn't it?

The Chamber of Commerce...

The Chamber of Commerce!
It's more than political. It's revolutionary.

Nevertheless, someone
at the Chamber of Commerce should have been told.

ADA: Look,
our photographer.

What is he up to?

(WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING)

I'll be right there. Wait.

What's this,
a disguise?

It's the newest thing,
Professor.

If you want
to stay in business, you follow the trend.

Uh, leave it there.

Thank you.

Are we leaving?

That's right.
Ah.

As soon as we're ready.

And where are we going?
Darmina.

Darmina. It's an obsession.

But why?

To the south, the south.

Oh, yes, as far away
as possible from those pigs in their black shirts.

(LAUGHING)

This takes you
even farther.

Even farther south.

Cocaine?

Cocaine?

Oh, I'd like to try some.
Let me try some.

Why do you cut it like...
ADA: Shh.

To the novice.

(SNIFFING)

Oh!

What a tragedy!
OTTAVIO: What a waste, you mean.

Oh!
A little more. Here.

(ALL SNIFFING)

Ah, ah, just a moment.
Leave some for us.

Oh, greedy.

Hey, what's happened
to you?

I can't feel anything.

You have to wait a bit.
You've never done it.

Give yourself a chance.

I can't feel anything.

I mean, uh...

My nose is numb,

but I can't feel anything.

(SNIFFING)

(OTTAVIO LAUGHING)

I don't feel a thing.

Hey, where are you going?

It's taking effect.

I can't feel anything.

Well, anyway.
So, what are we going to do, huh?

I know.

I want a photograph.

Good idea.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Who is it?
MAN: Telegram.

One moment.
Coming.

? Be right there ?

Pirouette.

Jete.

Port de bras.

Here I come. Lift.

It's for you.

You have to leave
right away.

Your father is ill.

Hold it.

(CAMERA CLICKING)
Perfect.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

ALFREDO: Hey.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Wearing your father's coat.

What are you doing
in my father's study?

And with
my father's gun, hmm?

I'm keeping it.

Oh, go ahead.
It doesn't matter.

He doesn't need it.

How did he die?

In the cow shed.

He said, uh,

"My legs are weak,
as if I were dreaming."

He didn't suffer at all.

Hmm.

The cow shed, huh?

It seems
to run in the family.

OLMO: You've been away
for a month.

There are a lot of things
you don't know.

Send Attila away.

There's still time.

Fire him at once.

Today.

Huh?

No, it wouldn't do any good.

He's a fascist, a killer!

Kick him out.
It will make an impression.

Not now. Mussolini's won.
Italy's really changed.

Things have changed here, too.
I've changed and so have you.

What do you mean?
I mean, uh...

You give the orders now,
for God's sake.

You're the master!

Then I'm your master.

ROSINA: Olmo.

Olmo. Quick,
they're coming back.

ALFREDO: Olmo.

Here, take it with you.
It's yours anyway.

Otherwise, what kind
of a thief would you be?

Is that your baby
with your mother?

Yes.

It's a girl.

And Anita?

She died giving birth.

(SOBBING)

Listen to me, Alfredo,

send Attila away.

(BELL TOLLING)

I prayed and prayed
that you'd come in time.

(SOBBING) Now you are all
I have left.

ELEONORA: How he suffered
after you went away.

Do you mind
waiting outside?

Mama, I have
something to tell you.

Sit down. Sit down.

I have something
to tell everyone. Sit down.

Sit down, Aunt Amelia.
Sit down.

Uh...

I have, uh, something
to tell everyone.

Um...

I don't know
if I should say this.

Maybe I should wait.

It's not exactly
the right moment to say this but...

Uh...

I've decided something
and, um...

Uh...

I'm getting married.

Do you think that this is
the right moment to joke?

What a rush.

Is she pregnant?

(ELEONORA SOBBING)

What's her name?

ALFREDO: Ada.

Ada.

Of a good family? Huh?

Is she chic?
Tell me, is she chic?

She is French.
Oh!

She's traveled
and she's educated?

Mmm-hmm.

Is she pretty?

And healthy?

Oh, we'll have a wedding
that'll make everyone die of envy.

When will it be?
Very soon.

(WEDDING MARCH PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

WOMAN 1:
Long live the bride!

WOMAN 2:
Long live the bride! Long live the bride and groom!

Alfredo!
God bless you both, fearless youth.

Your faith is with us
like a presage of love and affection,

a haven of prolific
happiness together.

That by the bride's
moral pledge of fidelity

shall continue
this noble race

touched by
that divine light.

A light that shall guide
from strife

each new child
in his walk through life.

(ALL CLAPPING)

She's too pretty.

Far too pretty
for a wife.

She's more than a wife.
Ada's a mistress.

Mistress, my ass.

Oh!

She won't be
any good in bed.

Regina,
what a way to talk.

I give her one year.

WOMAN: Alfredo. Alfredo,
she's so beautiful.

Enchanting, really.

Oh, how delightful,
this party.

I was so glad when I heard
that we were invited.

You're really a piece of shit.

You know, I hate you.

I detest you.

I should be in your place.

May I?

A souvenir.

May I?

Wait.

You will look so pretty,

like a bride.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: I put my bet
on Attila!

MAN 2: What are you
talking about? Falcone will win.

Attila. Attila
will beat him.

Come on, come on!
Come on, Falcone!

If you pin him,
half of my money is yours.

Come on, Falcone,
you can do it!

REGINA: Attila!

(MEN CHATTERING)

Ah! My bride.

(ATTILA GRUNTING)

PATRIZIO:
Oh, look at Attila's gloves. They're beautiful.

MAN: You'd like me
to get you a pair?

Papa, if you do,
I'll be good. I swear.

And a black shirt, too?

(GRUNTS)

ATTILA: Signor Alfredo,

together we salute you
and your new bride.

Get off the table!

Send them away.

I can't stand them.
I can't stand them!

Look, don't be upset.

These are only our neighbors,
the same as always.

The only difference is
the color of their shirts.

That's what I mean.
It makes all the difference.

They're like our relatives.
We have to invite them to our wedding.

After this, we won't
have to see them for another 10 years.

Oh, 100 years. Promise.

A thousand years,
I promise.

Is it all one family?

Yes, all Dalcos.

Before the war,
there were twice as many.

Who is that beautiful woman
by the fire?

Oh, that's Rosina.
That's Olmo's mother.

Where is Olmo?

I looked for him.
I haven't seen him all day.

And Ottavio?

I'll never forgive him.

Fine friends we have.

Go on. Go on. Go.

Rosina, would you like
some confetti?

Oh, thank you, signora.
Thank you.

I knew him
when he was so high.

So long ago.

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: It was almost dawn
when we stopped the trucks

in front of that tavern,
and saw the boys from Ferrara.

I swear to you,
we couldn't...

Glorious day,
Serafini. Glorious.

ALFREDO: Regina.
To us, gentlemen.

And then they started yelling,
"Let's march on to Rome," and so on, you know.

Just remember something.
You keep well away from Ada.

Who'd dare to touch
your precious wife, huh?

You think
she'll stand living here

with the pigs, the shit,
the Dalcos?

Attila.

Shut the door.

Shut the door!

It is not the tradition
of this household

to have our staff members,
together with family members,

mixing on
the dining room table.

If you have
the irresistible urge

to express yourselves
in this manner again,

you will do it
outside the house.

Is that clear?

This is what
you were waiting for.

(SCOFFS)

To become the padrone.

God only knows
how long you have been waiting.

And another thing,

I know you look impressive
in that uniform,

but my wife doesn't want
to have any Black Shirts in the house.

Many women are...

Come on, Alfredo.

He's not educated, I agree,
but listen to me.

Hang on to him.
He's your watchdog.

Well, where were you,
watchdog,

when they broke
into my father's file?

No.

No.

What happened to the gun
he kept in there?

Must have been a communist.

They don't even have respect
for the dead.

You and your bride
can rest without fear.

The gun will be returned
to its proper place.

Never mind the gun.

You're here
to keep Regina as far away from my wife as possible.

Send me away.

Why don't you send me away?

No, I want you here.

You're part
of the inheritance.

(EXCLAIMING)

WOMAN: This is
the prettiest house...

Attila, look at me.

It's an arm-wrestle.

(GRUNTING)

Is it true you win
all the arm-wrestles?

And when I think
how fond I am of this house.

Regina, it's been decided.

We're all moving
into the city.

They have a right
to be alone.

And you tell me
just like that?

I'm not coming.
I'll stay here.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Oh! Look who's here.

Ottavio.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

It's a little late.
Your wedding present.

My wedding present. Oh!

Ottavio!

Thank you.

His name is Cocaine.

Cocaine.

Beautiful.
Thank you, Uncle.

He's beautiful.

His name
is Cocaine.

(SNIFFS)

I want to ride him.

Oh, the stirrup.

One, two, three, up.

(ALL CHEERING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: Oh! Oh!
What a stunning gift.

How magnificent.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Come in here, you coward.

Now, you make love
to me here,

in this house.
I'll make love to you.

I'll make love to you...
It's my house, too.

...so hard.
I'm part of the inheritance.

Didn't you know?

The gentry
have a special place to masturbate.

Alfredo and I
used to do it here.

You're a beast!

I felt so sorry for you.

Standing there,
taking the insults.

At heel beside your master.

I'm his watchdog.
Then bite!

Bark!

Don't let him treat me
that way.

He cannot treat me
that way!

What kind of a man are you?

Who are you?

(SNARLING)

Never bite the hand
that feeds you

so long as you
need to be fed.

But Alfredo is rotten!
He's rotten!

Alfredo's your cousin.

(GRUNTING)

Look at the bitch.

Just married
and she's running away.

(LAUGHING)

Regina,

I love you.

I gain strength

from insult and humiliation.

I gain strength.

And Italy is my master.

I serve only her.

That is what we marched for.

The rich, they take
and they steal and they...

They eat. They eat well
and they are rotten.

We fascists,

we eat crumbs
and we gain strength.

Alfredo Berlinghieri,

you,

and all parasites,

will pay the bill

for the fascist revolution.

And the bill
will not be cheap.

The bill
will not be cheap.

Everybody will pay.

Everybody, rich and poor,
gentry and peasant,

they will pay with money
and land and bread

and cows and cheese
and blood and shit!

(MOANING)

You really love me?

You love me?

Will you love me forever?

Attila?

Regina, I love you forever.

Here are your gloves.

My gloves.

Our best man.

Have you ever played
the wedding game, huh?

Huh?

Have you ever played
the wedding game?

(OLMO SHOUTING)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
My net! Keep still!

Keep still!
You'll rip my net. You're scaring him.

You'll rip my net.
It costs money. Keep still.

Get me out of here!
What are you waiting for?

If you don't keep still
for a minute...

Oh!

Take it easy
and you'll be free again.

Well? Come on!

Uh-huh.

Can you...
Can you help me?

What is this net doing here?

It's a trap,
a trap for brides.

Do you catch many?

You're the first.

And the last.

Help me down.

Is all this land ours?

All yours.

I have a feeling
I'm going to like it here.

I used to think
I hated the country.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SNIFFING)

Oh, I love
the smell of earth.

That's dried shit.

Ugh!

What's in there?

No, no!

No!

My birds are in there.

What are you doing?

Help me up now.

They were all
at the party today, except you.

Yes, except me.

Alfredo thinks of you
as a real friend, you know that.

Yes, I know.

I know,
but we're different.

So perhaps you're not
such good friends.

Perhaps.

Maybe you're enemies!

MAN: Patrizio!

What did you have to eat?

Patrizio!
All kinds of hors d'oeuvres

and salmon mousse.

And what else?
Larks on a spit,

fresh sturgeon
and suckling pig.

Have you seen my son?

Oh, no, I haven't.
And what else?

If I catch him,
I'll give him a real thrashing.

All the usual
boiled meats with...

Patrizio.

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

(SOBBING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Patrizio.

Are you gonna tell someone
on us? Will you?

Are you gonna tell someone
on us? Will you?

You wouldn't tell
anyone on us.

PATRIZIO: Let me go.

(REGINA LAUGHING)
Let me go! Let me go!

No! No, let me go!

(ATTILA MOANING)

(PATRIZIO SCREAMING)

(CLATTERING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

ALL: Patrizio!

Come on, let's search
through there.

WOMAN: Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

GIRL: Patrizio!

Not here, not there.

WOMAN: Patrizio!

Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

Patrizio!
WOMAN 2: I'm getting mud all over my shoes.

MAN: Are you sure
he didn't go home?

Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

Where are you hiding?
Patrizio! Patrizio!

I don't feel like
seeing him now.

I'll come tomorrow.

(GROANS)

Alfredo!

Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

I didn't see you at Mass.

Thanks for coming.

Patrizio!

Good catch?

A few thrushes.

A few thrushes.

MAN 1: Patrizio!
MAN 2: Patrizio!

Patrizio!

WOMAN 1: Patrizio!
Patrizio!

Do you like my wife?

Very good-looking couple,
Ada and the horse.

Where's my father's gun?

I've hidden it.

You'd better be careful.

If you don't use it,
it gets rusty.

MAN 3: Patrizio!
MAN 4: Patrizio!

Did you look
in the chicken coop?

(LAUGHING)

Yes, we're going
to the farm now.

Patrizio!

It belonged
to Lady Godiva, you know.

Then I should
ride him nude. How nice.

It's the right moment.

(GRUNTING)

(SHUDDERING)

What's happened?
In--In there.

Signora!
Signora, what is it?

In there.

(SOBBING) In there.

(WAILING)

(SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

REGINA: What have they
done to him?

What have they done?

What have they done to him?

It happened
just a little while ago. What have they done?

He must still be around.

Look, look!

You.

You weren't
at the wedding.

WOMAN: I know him!

He'd kill us all!

They're all alike,
those peasants.

ATTILA: Olmo Dalco,

don't move.

I accuse you
of the murder of this child.

Hit him!

Murderer! Hit him!

(OLMO GROANING)

ROSINA: Olmo!

Olmo!

They're killing him.

But Olmo had nothing
to do with it.

He couldn't have.
He was with me.

(SOBBING)

Go on, kill him!

He killed him! Killed!

One day
they'll kill all of you!

I know who killed him.

I did.

Killer!

Killer!

The killer has come.
I didn't mean to.

It was an accident.

ATTILA: Come on.

Attila, stop that.
That's enough.

That's all. Stop it.
Stop. Stop!

(COUGHING)

Take this man
to the police.

I didn't do it.

I never hurt a fly.
I didn't do it.

I'm a little crazy.
I was joking. I only said it because...

Look, he's been
stealing food.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the reception is over.

It's beginning to rain,
and it's getting dark,

and I think everyone
should leave now.

Look at the state Olmo's in.
Why didn't you stop them?

What do you mean,
the state Olmo's in?

What about the state
Patrizio was in?

(SOBBING) Olmo's innocent!
I told you, I was with him!

I know you were with him!

You're becoming
like them. Worse.

No! Ottavio, no!

Don't go away.
No, stay.

I'm sorry, Ada.

I'll never
set foot here again.

(SOBBING)

(CAR PULLING AWAY)

(WAILING)

No!

MAN: All right, another one.
Come on. Let's pull him out.

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(PIGS YOWLING)

Get him on his back.

Hold him, now.

(YOWLING)

MAN: Hey, Olmo,
let him work. Let him work.

That's got him.

Papa! Papa!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

What a hand, huh?

Exact. Two squares,
anytime.

(LAUGHING)

Nobody can kill pigs
as good as my papa.

(ALL LAUGHING)

WOMAN: Watch out, Olmo.

We saw Attila, and he said,
to slaughter our hogs,

we're a lot better off
if we find someone else.

He said you took on this work
so you'd be free to go to each house

and preach revolution,
family by family.

WOMAN: How is a man to live
if he can't work?

MAN: Like Attila.
He feeds on evil.

Stella.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Stella. Stella,
we need more water.

MAN 2: Here's some water.

WOMAN: There's more hot water.

You're Olmo!

You don't recognize me.

There was an amnesty.
They let me go.

I've been walking for 30 days.

You came back?

I walk and I walk
and I walk. Can't stop.

Then why did you have
to mix in that day?

You were down on the ground.

They were all on top of you.

They were beating you
to death.

All those years in jail
for nothing.

In jail, in a barn,

under a tree,
what's the difference?

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

MAN: Stop it! Stop it!
You know what they'll do.

You keep singing that song,
they'll break your heads, that's what.

The fascists
will put you in jail

if you make jokes
about Mussolini.

OLMO: I didn't
kill the boy.

You didn't kill the boy.

It was one of those men
with the black shirts on.

Who?

I saw him hide the body
in the cave.

Who was it?

It's hard to say.

In black shirts,
all killers look the same.

I walk and I walk
and I walk.

Can't stop.

Where is socialism?

MAN 1: When you get
what you want, you want more,

like animals that eat
because they can't stop.

The padrone can't stop.
You become a padrone, you can't stop.

MAN 2:
You get a piece of land, then you want another piece.

That's human nature.

We gotta fight human nature.
That's what's no good.

Stella.

The seminaries take in studs
and they fall out mules.

No good
to anybody.

Tell them, Carlino.
You're smarter than they think.

You let the priests
pay for your keep three or four years,

then we give them
a boot in the ass and long live Lenin.

What Lenin?

You've got to start
facing the truth.

They abolished our paper,

the community house is gone
and no more election.

OLMO: But this changed.
Look here.

Read it.
It's your newspaper.

The one our comrades print.

We could go to prison.
You can see how many have read it.

Now memorize it.
It's up to you.

Because once this is gone,
you'll teach the others.

Those who don't see it
and those who can't read. Here.

All right, I'll memorize
the newspaper,

but what good is it
if we have no party?

No leader?
Nobody to lead us?

Look at us, Olmo.
We're all scattered.

If one of us opens his mouth,
he gets slapped in jail.

Our party's outlawed,
we haven't got a chance.

No party? It's not true.
The party is no one but you.

And Eugene and Enzo
and Armando.

Cross over the river,
you'll find only Azales.

Need more, then go
and speak with the bellman.

You'll see the party
around you wherever you find hardworking men.

Go inside the prisons
and you'll see hundreds of your comrades.

The party's there, too.
It's everywhere.

Tell him, Eugene.
You tell him.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(HUMMING)

"A hundred factory workers
were arrested at Rossi Textiles.

"While 135 were..."

Anita!

Anita? Where'd
my daughter go?

Anita!

Olmo, she went
to the padrona for a lesson.

OLMO: What padrona?

Signora Ada.

Ada. Ada.

MAN: "Strikers paraded
in the city streets.

"Several came to blows
with fascist city officials

"who tried to block
the demonstration,

"including fascist
Mayor Aliani.

"The officials were forced
to call Milano for extra carabinieri.

"While fighting
with the troops,

"four of our comrades
were killed."

I don't know
where you'll get the courage to go home tonight.

(ALL LAUGHING)
His wife will kill him!

Hey, Berlinghieri,
I want a return match.

Now, now, now.
Calm down, Ferrara.

You've just lost
your whole stable of livestock.

What else can you stake?

He wants to end up
like your mayor friend in Mantua.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Clothes of honor,
and not much money,

the mayor stakes his wife.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me.
ATTILA: Signor Alfredo.

Cavaliere Pioppi would like
to have a word with you.

What shall I say to him?

I thought I told you
not to come into this place with mud on your shoes.

Cavaliere Pioppi.

You all know
Cavaliere Pioppi,

the only honest man
among us.

Now, if you'll excuse us
for a few minutes.

No, don't worry.
Don't worry about it. Everything will be all right.

You'll have a return match.
You'll lose some more livestock.

Thank God
you have your health.

I'm glad one of us
has a little enjoyment.

We've, uh...

We've trouble
making ends meet.

Our lands have been
barren. We've, uh...

As you must know,
your father and I were friends.

He was always telling me,

"Careful, Pioppi,
you're not an administrator.

"You let things
get out of hand." But he'd help us.

Yes, he helped us.
He helped us sign so many mortgages

there's not a piece of land
left in our name.

I wouldn't have
bothered you, only she insisted.

You and I have been
rather good friends.

It's embarrassing.
I, uh...

How much do you need?

Oh, I knew
you wouldn't refuse us.

You're more understanding
than your father was.

Well.

Well, do you have
anything left to mortgage at all?

The villa.

Olmo.

Hello.

The house, you said?

The villa.

You're not allowed
in here. Get away.

You don't learn easy,
do you, boy? You don't listen, do you?

Get away!

You've been told 100 times
you're not allowed in here. Don't you push me!

Somebody's gonna
teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

Get away!
Now, you get out of here!

You don't learn, do you?
You're gonna come to a bad end, boy.

You think you're the king
of this fucking castle.

Get away.
Attila.

The time's come
when I'll show you, once and for all, you're not!

Now, you get
out of here! Get away!

What the hell
is going on over here?

His shoes are dirty.

What are you doing here?
What do you want?

All right, I'm poor,

a peasant, a worker
and a killer.

And I want my daughter!

Attila!

"By the..."

ADA: "Rushes."

"...rushes and under the sky,

"my lovely house doth lie."

Good girl. Here you are.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Anita, come home.

But, Papa,
not before I finish.

(CHUCKLING)

I don't like you to come here,
you know that.

She has to learn
how to read and write.

You're not her mother.

I don't want her here!

He's right, you know.

I mean, what the hell
gives you the right to act like a missionary?

What the hell
gives you the right?

(SOBBING)
I love that child!

I don't care
whether you love that child.

The child
is out of place here.

Leave other people's
children alone.

(SHOUTING) All right.
Now I'll devote myself to our children!

No, don't! Just devote
yourself to me!

Oh, November's
the cruelest month of the year.

Damn it!

Bitch. Filthy bitch!

But I'll get in there.
I'll get a bottle.

(GRUNTING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

The key.

Now, give me the key.

The key!

Go and get drunk
at the tavern.

We're respectable people
here in this house.

Didn't you know that? Huh?

(LAUGHING)

I want that key!

I stick it
up your ass!

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

You stupid thing.

How stupid you are.

But why shouldn't you have
what you want?

You must drink
all you want.

You're the padrona.
Aren't you the padrona?

So you'll have
all the drink you want.

Help me.
Why don't you help me?

You want a drink?

I don't want it anymore.

I baptize you,
Regina, queen of the bitches.

(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

Ada!

Good evening.

Go to bed, little witch.
Go on.

Ada.

(LAUGHING)

Good night, angel.

Sleep well.

OLMO: Signora,

care for some wine?

Yes, I don't mind
if I do.

A drop is good
from time to time.

Two or three, even.

Uh-huh.

It's so nice here.

What's so nice,
may I ask?

Anita saying good night.

The smell of your supper.

The way
you are all together.

And your mother
sleeping by the fire.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you may live here
if you find it so nice. I'll put in a cot.

You know the big doors
that open into the court?

Every evening, the padrone
would close everybody in.

Really?

I remember the key.

It was as big as that.

And so the peasants
were all locked up,

same as prison.

We were able to dance,
to sing to our children.

Able to die,
but impossible to get out.

We had to be shut up
like beasts till morning.

Then what happened?

Came the morning,

the padrone
would send a servant to open the door for us.

I'm not talking
about the Middle Ages, either.

Amusing, no?
No.

Hmm.

Grandfather Leo was alive.
I was just a little boy.

Once Alfredo
got into our house here

and was locked up
with all of us.

Well, the doors
are open now

but Alfredo never comes.

What do you think of Alfredo?

The padrone are our enemies.
We have to destroy them all.

The padrone's Alfredo.

And me?

You are the padrona.

No, not really.
I am the wife of the padrone.

Hmm.

Anita, don't you think
her mother would have wanted her to study?

ROSINA: Olmo.

Rosina, we woke you up.

(SOFTLY) Olmo.

It's all right.
Go away.

I had a terrible
dream, Olmo. It's all right, Mama.

I was
on the top of a mountain with Grandfather Leo.

Yes.
"Look down," he said.

Come to bed.
"Those are the years to come.

"One is limping,
another is blind." It's all right.

"That one has no head."
It's late, Mama.

Take little Anita
and run away.

Run, Olmo.
Everything's gone to ruin.

(SCREAMS)

Do you hear that? He's there.

ATTILA: Shut up.

Over there. I saw him.
He was moving.

He comes to spy.

Go away, go away.
Leave us alone.

Do something!

Here?

Here?

(CAT MEOWING)
It's a cat!

Every night
I dream of that kid.

He's all covered
with blood.

I hate him.

You drive me crazy.

I'll never come
to this fucking room again!

(CAT YOWLING)

Don't be angry.
I'm fed up, too.

Whenever we feel
like doing it,

we have to behave
like a couple of thieves.

Hiding.

You could change all that
if you wanted to.

You give the orders
around here.

He's as weak
as a jellyfish.

Ada's drunk all the time.

You have the keys
to everything, don't you, my dear?

No. I deserve
a house of my own,

fit for somebody like me.

I know one.

Where?

Villa Pioppi.

The mortgage
is nearly due.

Can't you see us,

the two of us,

sitting together
in Chinese dressing gowns,

listening to the radio
broadcast from Rome?

A servant very quietly
comes in

with two glasses
of Marsala wine.

Marsala, my ass.
I want champagne.

(OLMO SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(SINGING)

Hey!

Stella!

Hey, where are you running?
What's the matter, sweetheart?

They took him away!

My Martino
and his brother Gelindo!

Who did it?

It's those guards.
They're taking them away.

The guards? What? Wait.

Wait. All of you,
come with me.

No. Olmo,
where are you going?

Have you lost your head?
Will you put that gun away?

You'll get us all in trouble.

You promised
to look out for us

and not lose your head
like this.

Prison.

Yes, prison.

Prison.

Prison.

Olmo, where are you going?

Prison!

Come back, Olmo!

Wait, Stella!

Martino! Gelindo!

Wait, Stella.

Stella.

Hold on, comrades!
We'll get you out of this!

Stop. You'll only
make it worse.

Hold on! Hold on!
No, no!

Martino! Gelindo!

STELLA:
You'll make it worse!

Come, come.

There are hundreds of us!
There are thousands!

There's no room
in your jails to keep us!

What are you doing, Olmo?

Can't you see
you're all alone?

OLMO: Stella, wait!

No, no!

The party
won't abandon you!

Yes, but these chains hurt!
They hurt all the same!

(GUARDS CHATTERING)

Christ is with us.

SIGNORA PIOPPI:
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Since my husband died,
they haven't left me in peace.

I have nothing but debts.

But all the same,
I have always made my offering

for the holy wounds
of Jesus.

It's true I don't have
the money for the mortgage,

but I look at it this way,

if I have to choose
between the mortgage and the holy wounds,

then I choose the wounds.

They wish
I were dead, anyway.

Oh, this has become
a fixation.

Don't you know
that blaming others is a sin?

A very bad sin.

You don't believe me?

What do you
call this, then?

Look, here's the proof.

Please, come on, please,
I can't bear cats, even live ones.

He used to sleep with me.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
They want to hurt the things I love.

They want to hurt me!
They want to take everything away from me!

They're wicked people!

There's the car.

Well, at last.
Yes.

Here.

MAN: Aren't you coming in?
They're waiting for you.

JOSEPHINE: No,
no, not tonight.

At least tonight,
one should stay at home.

Come on, Josephine.

Don't eat too much.
JOSEPHINE: (LAUGHING) Ciao, Pierro.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Evening, signor.
Good evening.

JOSEPHINE:
We'll play cards later. Maybe I'll get lucky.

Yes. See you all
about midnight.

Ciao. Ciao.

(ITALIAN MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

ADA: Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.
Mmm-hmm.

You know how long
I've been looking for you?

Signora Berlinghieri can
no longer drink at home

because the wine
is locked away.

She can no longer
drink in small cafes

because her husband
has given orders against it.

So she drinks in taverns.

I'm going to have you
locked up in an asylum.

I can drink here.

I can even fall
under the table.

(BOTTLE CLINKING)

Nobody sees me anyway.

Get up from there. Get up.

You look disgusting.

Your face is all swollen
from the alcohol.

You stink. Get up.

WOMAN ON RADIO: ...full of
the Christmas spirit... Get up.

...as you can tell
with their fun-loving song.

Do I disgust you, too?

...and right into your homes,
where on Christmas Eve

everyone should
find comfort and...

Am I swollen?

...and social order.
Happy mothers and fathers, but above all...

Do I stink?

MAN: Do you need help,
signora?

...favorite book
or favorite dolly, they find a piece of Christmas holly.

Let's get along
to one more song.

Don't get mixed up.
They'll only take you for a fool.

I know why you don't
want me to drink.

It's because
when I drink,

it gives me the courage
to tell you the truth.

You are different.
You have changed.

You are surrounded
by terrible, vulgar, arrogant bullies.

Murderers.

And you are even worse
than they are.

Come. Have a drink with us.

My husband wants to meet you.

Come on.
It's getting late.

Stop staring at them.
Come on. Let's go.

Stop staring, you idiot.
They'll get you in trouble. Move.

ADA: Hey! Hey!

Hey, wait a minute.

You can't refuse a drink.

Let us go, signora,
please.

Where are you going?

To wash, signora.

Why?
It's Christmas.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
Stay like this.

You're much more beautiful
the way you are.

Can I have your cap?

You really want it?
Yes.

To remember you by.

Excuse us, signora.
Excuse us, please.

What do you want?

What do you want
me to do? Huh?

Signore, we're closing.

We're leaving.

I'll get your coat.

ADA: Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal for sale.

You slut.

You like fooling around
with everyone.

Even Olmo.

Olmo?

What an imagination.

Is it my imagination
to have seen you together?

That I've seen you
with him before?

Is it my imagination
that I smell him on you?

Do you think Olmo
would have anything to do with the wife of a fascist?

Fascist?
I am not a fascist!

If you call me that again,
I will kill you!

If I see you again
with him, I will kill you!

You'll kill me
because we can't make love anymore.

Fighting, huh?

Lucky you. I guess
you love each other.

How are you?

How are you?

You know her?

I think so.

Sit down.

Uh...

Neve?

Uh, Neve, this is Ada.

I'm glad you remember me.

What about you?
You're not from around here.

You look like a lady.

But you are a lady,
aren't you?

She's my wife.

You know, after that day,
I never had another attack.

Oh, God knows
what went on in my head.

And then I found a man,
a good man. I liked him.

I--I was very fond of him.

When my mother died,
we got married. A hard worker.

We settled down here,
on this street. I still live here.

What happened to him?

Oh, he disappeared one day.

I never saw him again.

But even if he's taken up
with another woman, I'm happy.

I learn about
how to manage

and how I can
get by fine on my own.

There were no children.
It's the only thing I miss.

You know, I never knew
if it was my fault or his.

Oh, my cake. I forgot.

Why don't you stay here
and eat with us?

They are nice people,
you know.

And where can you go
this time of night?

You'll enjoy it,
you'll see.

MAN: Oh, Neve, I thought
you'd never show up.

WOMAN: She must have
lost time at the baker's. So many people waiting.

Alfredo,

I want a child.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)
ORESTE: Go. Go to your midnight Mass.

Ciao, Oreste.
Merry Christmas.

Sing your hearts out.

Let everybody know
what hypocrites you are.

Careful, Oreste.
The devil will take you.

I'm not afraid
of the devil. He's red, like me.

And when I die...

ATTILA: Who lives here?
Attila Mellanchini.

He's really come up
in the world.

He lives here alone?

No, with his
beloved Regina.

The most envied couple
in the whole valley.

Really?
(CHUCKLES) Yes.

SIGNORA PIOPPI:
Merry Christmas, Signorina Regina!

What are you doing out there
in the cold? Come inside.

REGINA: Merry Christmas,
Signora Pioppi!

We don't want
to be late for Mass!

Oh...

We can have a drop
to warm ourselves,

then we can all three
go together.

Oh, she's really crazy.

First, she cuts me down
in public,

then invites us
for a drink.

Marvelous.

Maybe she's trying
to make up to us.

What difference
does it make?

SIGNORA PIOPPI: Well,
aren't you coming?

Let's see
what it's like inside.

Merry Christmas,
Mr. Mayor.

You're making fun of me.

They'll elect you
one of these days.

You're still a young man.

Young and strong.

Everything is so artistic,
just like being abroad.

The house is perfect
for a real lady.

Very elegant.

(CLATTERING)
Very...

Very tasteful.

Do you really think so?

Come and see
the living room.

What is she doing?

I told you,
she's mad.

Uh...

(MRS. PIOPPI LAUGHS)

Caught you, didn't I?

Now you'll have to
listen to me.

SIGNORA PIOPPI: I'm the one
doing the talking now.

You want to get out?

Then you'll have
to sign a paper

saying this house
will remain mine.

Attila! Attila, look!

You got that mortgage
from my husband with threats,

with political blackmail!

You--You made
his heart give out.

You tormented the poor man
until he died.

"It's all so artistic,
as if you were abroad."

Made to order
for a high party official, isn't it, Mr. Black Shirt?

But now I've got you trapped
and I'll not let you go.

You're not leaving here.

This house is mine
and it'll stay mine.

"Made in

"Czechoslovakia."

(SIGHING)

Sinners. Rogues.

Concubine! Concubine!

You see? I told you.
She called you a concubine.

If we don't get married soon,
we'll be the laughingstock of the whole countryside.

The radio doesn't work.

You've harmed me
for the last time.

What has my poor cat
done to you?

Murderers.

That's what you are,
murderers.

Murderers! Murderers!
Murderers!

(MRS. PIOPPI LAUGHING)

(LATCH SQUEAKING)

Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Signora Pioppi, calm down.

Open the door.
You're really hysterical.

What are you talking about?

All these
silly accusations.

If you just open the door,
we can talk it over.

We're respectable people,
Signora Pioppi.

(ATILLA RUNNING)

(ADA LAUGHING)

Admit it, I look nice
in the coalman's hat.

Ah, you look irresistible.

Yes.

But I prefer you
in my hat.

(MOANING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Who are these people?

Oh, they must be coming
from midnight Mass.

What's going on?

WOMAN 1: A robbery.

WOMAN 2:
What was there to rob? She was full of debts.

MAN 1:
Poor people. They had to mortgage everything,

the land, the villa,
everything.

WOMAN 3:
Who has the mortgage?

Oh, my God!

(GASPS)

(HORN HONKS)

Everything she owned
is mortgaged to Alfredo Berlinghieri.

What do mortgages
have to do with it?

This was obviously
a sex crime.

She was still
a very handsome woman.

She undoubtedly
had some relationship.

Merry Christmas.
Signorina.

Good evening, Commissioner.

Mortgages.

I wouldn't be surprised
if this weren't the act of a crazed, jealous lover.

(SOBBING)

It could be anyone,
possibly someone right here.

She probably led him on,

then spurned him.

With his lust aroused,

he possibly raped her.

Then this murder.

Maniacs. Communists. Perverts.

May I take a look?

There, you see?
No underwear.

Why does a woman
take off her underwear? Huh?

Why?

Coward.

Coward.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Ada! Ada!

Olmo! Olmo!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Olmo!

Olmo!

What is this?
Why do you have a lock? What do you have to hide?

Why do you
lock yourself in?

OLMO: I lock others out.

Where's my wife?

Oh.

That's enough!
Get out of here!

Olmo!
Get out of here.

I'm sorry. I...
Get out of here!

What's he want?
(SHOUTING) His wife.

Shh! You'll wake up
the children.

I'm sorry. I--I don't know
what's the matter with me.

I don't know,
I'm not feeling well.

I think I have
a heart condition. Feel my heart.

What heart?
You're just sick in the head.

Oh, maybe you're right.
I don't know.

I'm going crazy. Ada's gone.
I don't know where she is now.

And you come looking
for her in my bed?

What's so wrong
about that? Huh?

What do you mean?
You know what I mean.

Go on.
You know what I mean.

Go on!

Oh, I think it's very,
very, very possible

because I think
you like her.

Yeah.

You're right.

And, uh, she likes me.

We fuck and fuck,
fuck all the night.

But it's not enough for her,
not enough.

It seems she wants to, uh,
stuff this salami up her ass.

Huh?

Oh, Olmo,
stop acting like a pig.

You're really not funny.

I don't understand
how you could talk like that.

If you knew what
I was going through tonight, you wouldn't.

They killed
that wretched widow, Pioppi.

There's such violence here.
It's all around us.

I don't know.

It would have to happen
tonight, just as Ada and I were finally able to talk.

We were so close
after so long.

It was just like
in the beginning.

She saw all that blood
and she ran away.

As if it were my fault.
I mean,

I don't know
what I had to do with it.

Who gets the widow's house?

Huh?

The property?

They'll imprison
some poor devil who's done nothing.

Call him a communist.

There are too many
innocent people who have died, Alfredo.

And you'll soon see more
and more and more.

And there are
too many in jail. And it's you.

It's you and others like you
who wanted it.

It's you.

I'm happy you have
a woman in the house.

Your daughter needs a mother.

She only came for Christmas.

Her husband is in jail.

Has it never occurred to you
why so many of your friends are in jail and not you?

You, of all people,
who should have been the first to end up inside?

Because I have stopped Attila,
that's why.

Because I have made him
drop his bone.

If you protect me,
it's been in your interest.

Oh, that's right.
Go on, insult me. Insult your old friend.

If I protect you,
it's because I care about you.

Hmm.

Don't you remember
we used to catch frogs together?

You remember how beautiful
it was along the ditches in the summer, huh?

I caught the frogs,
you ate them.

Come on.

Come on, you
hole-in-the-pocket socialist.

Don't you remember anything?

Hmm.

Yes, yes, I remember.

I remember your wedding day.

And I remember
I was beaten up.

And I remember
you stood and watched.

You also remember
when you broke into my father's house

and when you stole his gun?

And if you're so courageous,
why haven't you ever used it?

To get killed?
Is that what you want?

Enough talk, Alfredo.

Mmm.

Go home.
You'll find Ada there.

You really think so?

Sure, sure.

Take this, just in case.

Ah, stick it up yours!

(LAUGHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ada?

Ada? Ada.

Ada, open the door.
Are you all right?

Say something. Ada! Ada!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Open the door
or I'll break it down.

Ada? Ada,
are you all right?

Are you all right, Ada?

Ada, say something
at least.

It's not my fault, Ada.
Please, open up.

It's not my fault.

Listen, we'll take a trip.
We'll go to Paris.

Wouldn't you like
to do that?

We can leave tomorrow.
We can even leave now if you want.

We'll have a child.
We'll have a child!

MAN ON RADIO:
The most recent communique from an Axis Army...

I've just seen Aunt Ada.

Be a good girl now.
Come, I made it sweet for you.

Just the way you like it.
ATTILA: Nicolo, come have your lunch.

Come on.

WOMAN: One more
like a good girl.

MAN ON RADIO:
The allied forces are fighting desperately to keep their hold

on the Kasserine Pass.

With the help
of Italo-German air power,

our gallant soldiers
have breached the pass in several places,

turning northward
in the direction of Tebessa and Thala.

So, you saw your Auntie Ada?

I mean it. I mean it.

Don't talk nonsense.

Ada is dead.
Dead, dead, dead.

Why do you say she's dead?

She's in a room.
Caged beast.

She eats the hearts
of bad children.

...and 66
heavy artillery pieces of various caliber.

(CHILDREN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Hey!

Hey!

Hail the Duce, people.

This is what is known
as the fascist miracle.

We don't need
those cart horses anymore.

We put the power
of 50 horses in one machine. They're sold, did you hear?

Time's up.

Hey, Barone!

Barone, what's the use
of those cart horses?

Unless you got
a stable hand.

(LAUGHING)

You need
a stable hand, Barone?

Seems fit. Any family?

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Widower. One daughter.

BARONE: It all depends.
How much are you selling them for?

Barone, I give you
the best deal in the world.

(SPITS)

Barone's a good man.
You'll be very happy with him.

So I'm sold, too?

Part of the contract.

Horses, horseman,
horse manure.

(LAUGHING)

You all hear? I was sold.

To that merchant there.
Stupid beast!

(GRUNTING)

(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING)

I can't be milked, though.
Or be fed with hay.

I can't provide milk
or make a meal of grain.

For I'm not a beast.

Only a peasant.

A peasant like--like you men.
Understand?

Can they buy us for nothing?

Is a peasant for sale?

Is it just?

(ENGINE STOPS)

Well, tell me, is it just?

Olmo, tie the horses
to the back of the motorcycle,

get your daughter,
and get going.

Horse manure!

(LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

MAN 1: Horses go
in horse manure!

MAN 2: Shit! Shit!
Let it out.

Don't hold back,
for God's sake, shit! I'm gonna wait, come on.

MAN 3: What about Il Duce?

He's full of shit, too!

God bless us,
a full behind.

Look. Look at all the shit.

The greatest load
of horse shit and dung.

CHILD: It stinks.
Here comes another load!

Go ahead, everybody! Laugh!

You little shit!
It's all right! It's all right!

Here, we can begin
to change things. Hey, Barone!

MAN 4: Make him eat it, Olmo!
Horse shit pie!

Milk and wine give you lines.
Tell your padrona.

Tell her milk on the tongue
keeps you young.

Stupid.

Ciao, Teresita.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

WOMAN 1: Hurry, Olmo,
before it's too late.

On your way, Olmo.

God knows
what Attila will do. MAN 1: Olmo, there is no time.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Yes.

MAN 2: Stay away until
you're sure it's safe.

WOMAN 2: Don't worry
about the house.

(SOBBING)
I want to go with you.

No, it's better
if you go to Stella's.

Please.
Be good. Be good.

Take me with you, please.
You promised.

All right, take the key.
Take the key. It's yours.

All right. I'll come back.
Yes.

I'll come back.
I'll come back.

Here, you need it
more than I do.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, listen, you'd better
keep your doors locked,

and don't go out alone.

Thank you.
Ciao, Olmo.

Goodbye, Olmo.
Come back soon. Ciao.

Take care of yourself, Olmo.
Yes. Be prepared for the worst.

You carry
our blessings. Write to us. Send us word.

Let us know how you are.

WOMAN: Good luck, Olmo.

Here, Olmo, take this.
Goodbye. Be careful.

We'll see you soon.
Don't let them get you, Olmo.

WOMAN: Good luck, Olmo.

Signora Ada, I have
a new story for you.

And today
it's a true story. Wait.

Wait. Wait.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

What happened was
Attila wanted to sell Olmo.

Sell Olmo?
Yes.

Attila bought
a new tractor for the farm and was showing off.

And so then he said
horsemen are finished,

and if it'd be of any use,
he'd sell Olmo along with the horses.

Nobody helped Olmo?

Yeah, they all did.

And then you know
what happened? It began to rain.

What?
Yeah,

it rained horse manure.

Horse manure,
all over Attila. Ah!

His nose, his eyes.
All over.

(LAUGHING)
Even on his bald head.

On Regina, too?

No, but they'd have
gotten her, too, had she been there.

Then they massaged
all the horses' asses and got a lot of fresh shit.

And after that,
Attila smelled like a pigsty.

But then, all of a sudden,
the farmers were scared,

and Olmo left
on his bicycle.

Olmo ran away?
Yeah.

Attila will come
with his fascists.

Everyone cried
when Olmo left, signora.

But he wanted to go.
He was free. Don't you understand?

No, he was sad.
Oh, you're stupid.

You're in a fog.
He was happy.

Poor Olmo
had to leave his daughter

and had to leave
his house.

He wasn't glad at all.

What do you know?
You know nothing.

You're leaving, too,
signora?

I'm leaving, yes.
And for good.

Everybody's going.

I won't need these.

You can have them.

This, too. Here, take this.

And this.

And this.

This.

Here, take this.

Signora,

could I have
a kiss, too?

Come here.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

ATTILA: Anthony!

Anthony!

Attila!

Attila!

Attila!

Come down here
immediately!

Anthony, there are books
in the other room.

Right away.

ALFREDO: Attila!

Signor Alfredo,
you've heard about it. The bastard's run off to...

ALFREDO: Who asked you
to come here? Who gave you the right to do this?

Right?
He's a communist organizer.

I don't care
if he's a communist or not, he's a friend of mine.

A friend of yours?

That friend stole this gun
from your father 15 years ago. Look.

It's taken you
a long time to find it.

I would have
found it sooner if I'd been allowed to do my job.

You've done your job.
Your services are no longer needed here.

What?

Listen, everybody,
I fired him.

I fired the foreman.

Can you hear me?
I fired Attila.

Ada, it's me.

I'm sorry. I know
I shouldn't be here,

but I have something
very important to tell you.

I know you're going
to be very happy.

I've done it.
I've fired Attila.

It's over.

She's gone, padrone. Gone.

Gone?

Where did she go?
She won't return anymore.

Where did she go?
No more.

Where did she go?
No more.

Where did she go?
No more.

She said you'd understand
if I dressed up in this.

MAN 1: Swim!

(MEN LAUGHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Take a look!
Take a look!

You're all gonna end up
like that! Like sewer rats!

MAN 1: Go on, scream,
you shit!

(MEN LAUGHING)

MAN 2: Cover his face in it!

Orio!

Orio!

Oh, he's dead.

(SHOUTING)

Breasts.
Unrighteous breasts.

You filthy rotten fascist!
Cover yourself, you dirty bitch.

Cover up!
Here, fire it, bastard!

Pig! Bastard! Pig!

(GUN FIRING)

All right, turn back.

Temesio!

TEMESIO: Oh?

Temesio, does God exist?

No!

Attila!

Does that
bastard Mussolini exist?

Temesio?
TEMESIO: Oh?

Does Il Duce exist?

No!

The Duce doesn't exist!

Kill him.

(GUN FIRING)

You move
and I'll kill you.

Attila. Neither
do you exist, Attila.

(GUN FIRING)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

(MAN 1 WHISTLING)

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN 2 WHISTLING)

Stop that whistling.
Stop it.

(MAN 3 WHISTLING)

I can kill all of you
whenever I want to

so you can whistle
till your mouths rot.

I don't give a damn
for any of you.

Anthony.

Let's get out of here.

You're shit! Scum!

You're a disgrace
to the Italian nation.

You are the shit
of Italy!

25th of April 1945
Liberation Day

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Fight, comrades,
in the name of Stalin.

The Black Shirt bandits
are here.

Come on, everyone,
over here.

Let's wipe them out,
rip their guts.

Every last one of them.

MAN 1: Here, Manzalone,
they're just beyond the canal.

Grab these, go on.

(MEN CHATTERING)

MAN 2: Hurry up!
WOMAN: Kill every one of them.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(COW MOOING)

Anita!

Anita, what can you see there?

I can see...

I can see...

I can see a bunch of fascists.
They're running away.

One of our men's
running after them. He's alone.

Anita...
Eh?

...I'll bet it's my Wildcat.
God bless him.

Oh.

He's only got a stick

but, by God,
he's giving it to them.

He's really
giving it to them.

If you could only
see them, women!

Come on, harder!

Harder now! Kill them all!

Have you lost your tongues?
Shout, women, shout!

(WOMEN CLAMORING)
Let our men hear us! Come on, shout!

WOMAN 1: You kill him.
ANITA: Louder!

Louder!

(WOMEN SHOUTING)

Blessed are the young
who see what isn't there.

Hundreds of German soldiers
are running off, leaving for good.

If you could only
see this, too.

They'll never come back.

They're throwing away
their guns and their uniforms.

Oh, God.

What do you see?
What is it?

A huge cloud of dust.

A man on a white horse.

He looks like...

Like Olmo.

If only it was Olmo.

Let his soul be at rest.

Attila and Regina.

(SHOUTING) Attila and Regina!

REGINA: Shoot, Attila!
Shoot!

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

(WOMEN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(WOMEN CHEERING)
REGINA: Bitches!

Stinking bastard!

(MEN CHATTERING)

WOMAN 1: Kill her!

WOMAN 2: Throw her
in the shit!

Die, you fascist cow!

Fascist pig!

Kill her!
Move, women.

Move out of the way.
Let's take them to the sty.

WOMAN 3: Put this shit
with the other pigs!

(GROANS)

Now you know
what a pigsty is like!

(ALL CLAMORING)

MAN: No, you can't
come through.

You can't come through.

(ALL CLAMORING)

WOMAN 1: The sty
is too good for them!

Hey, Comrade!

Is it true
you're giving the land to those who'll work it?

(ALL MURMURING)
Who is she?

WOMAN 2: Have you
ever seen her? WOMAN 3: I've never seen her.

I said, is it true
you're giving the land to those who'll work it?

Yes. Come on!
Come on!

Let's go.

Come on, you blockheads.

MAN: Oh,
how many there are.

Who--Who are you?
No one knows you,

and yet you speak words
we've always wanted to hear.

This man is Carnellio,
and I am Rondina, his wife.

We come
from the mountains.

The Nazis,
they burned everything, all our houses.

And the fascists,
they took all our goods.

I say, first of all,
we have to give them a place to sleep.

Best let us sleep inside
the sheds here.

No, the shed
is for vagabonds.

And the house
is where comrades stay.

Pigsties
are for the fascists.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

ANITA: Everything
will be fine.

(PIGS GRUNTING)

ATTILA: ? So glad
that I shall die

? And yet I'm sorry

? I'm so sorry that I die

? So I won't worry ?

Shut up,
you gravedigger!

Who goes there?

The people's committee
for community swine allotment.

Oh!

More pigs
than I ever saw.

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Come here, my beauty.

Oh, let me kiss you.

Come, another.
I need another kiss.

Oh, let me touch you,
you're so beautiful.

Let me get on you.

I want to spend
the whole night... Can't you show pity?

Bastards! Bastards!

MAN: 13, 14, 15,

16, 17, 18.

And with those two
sitting there, it's 20.

Just a moment, comrades.
My heart's heavy in me.

Abolishing
the padrone's rights will make me feel

100% better,
I can tell you that.

Then I guess
we must be idiots, eh.

Nobody can make out
what you're saying.

Take a look
at all these pigs in here.

Prosciutto, salami, sausage,
feet and knuckles, and lard,

and mortadella.
Who do they belong to now?

Listen here,
you'll own all the animals.

Socialism can
bring it all to you.

How do I know that socialism
is really going to feed me?

And what my heart is heavy for
is those two souls there.

MAN: All the Dalcos
step forward.

You others
from the mountains ruled by priests,

instead of wallowing
in ignorance,

try beating your head
three times

to let in
socialist ideas.

What do you want to do?
You heard him.

So did you,
about beating your head.

MAN 1: Why beat our heads
three times? What did he mean?

MAN 2: Beating your head
makes no sense.

Look at him.

Look at him.

Look at him.

I can see
you're a man of feeling.

Help him.

Don't you see
he is dying like a pig?

Help him.

In the name of humanity.

(MUMBLING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN:
Look, right there is where my grandfather's buried.

(GROANING)

"Patrizio Avanzini,

"tender flower plucked
by the cruel hands of destiny."

Cruel hands of destiny.

Destiny's hands.

My hands.

The cruel hands
of destiny.

(GROANING)

Regina.

Regina.

Our children
will harvest the seeds we have planted, Regina.

You are as ugly
as sin.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Get away!
Don't cut her hair!

Don't cut her hair!

PIERO PIOPPI
DIED AS HONESTLY AS HE LIVED

IDA CANTA ELLI widow of PIOPPI
GOOD AND SAINTLY WOMAN

OFFENDED BY
THE CRUELTY OF TIME

"Canta Elli Pioppi.

"Good and saintly woman,
offended by the cruelty of time."

I am that cruel time.

Me. I killed that crazy bitch.

And that
little turd, Patrizio.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Me, Attila Mellanchini.

Fascist.

Man.

Pigs.

Scum.

Shits.

Turd.

Stop that music!
This is not a dance hall!

You have no respect
for our dead!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GUN FIRING)

Look, everybody.

Come here, everybody!

Who is that?
I don't know.

Kill me. Kill me!

Kill me, quick.
Kill me.

Kill me.

Kill me!

Get away.
(SOBBING) Kill me.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

Be careful.
Watch from behind here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(COW MOOING)

Don't look
when a lady is pissing.

Halt. No one can pass here.

Go on.

Who is that?
It's the padrone. He is my prisoner.

Why are you holding him
here in this stall?

I'm waiting
for the partisans.

It takes a pretty smart boy
to fool with such a gun.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

WOMAN 1: Go, Marina.
You be the first one up. Careful you don't fall.

MAN 1: Paint out
all the fascist slogans!

WOMAN 2:
Paint everything out!

Throw the paint on!
Brush out. Brush out everything!

WOMAN: No! No, wait!
That goose is mine!

That's my goose!
It's mine!

Where are you going?
Give it to me! Give it back!

MAN: If it's yours,
then it's everybody's.

It can't be yours
if it's everybody's.

Did you have to pick mine
to be everybody's?

MAN 2: Make it redder!
Put more red on!

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(COWS MOOING)

LEO: Stop tickling.

Stupid ass.

Cut it out.

I'll kill you.

Oh, will you look
who's here?

We forgot
all about our padrone.

MAN: Even forgot
to arrest him.

WOMAN: Good for you,
Leonito. Good boy.

The children have
more imagination than we do.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, excuse me,
padrone,

I held my hand back so long,
it escaped on its own.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And my foot escaped, too.

LEO: Are you Olmo?

I hand you my prisoner.

Bravo.

Hey, are you sleeping?

Ada never came back,
you know.

You'd rather
she were dead, huh?

Well, at least
you came back.

(ALL MURMURING)

Are you sure
we hid it here?

OLMO: I hereby declare...
Give me the paint.

...the people's trial
of Alfredo Berlinghieri,

padrone and therefore enemy
of the people, now open.

I declare the people's trial
of the padrone open.

How did you know
it was there? Because I hid it.

I hereby declare the people's
trial of Alfredo Berlinghieri,

WOMAN 1: Sit down here.
This is going to be good.

WOMAN 2: My feet
are killing me but I don't want to miss the show.

Do you know when...
She didn't come back

because if she had,
she'd have stood trial with you.

Do you know
when she ran away?

She ran away the day
that you ran away.

She's cleverer than you.

You stayed to be the padrone
right to the end.

MAN: What are you
writing, Anita?

We're not in school now.
Give us a hand, Anita.

This is a people's trial.
What's there to write?

Comrades, what's done
is worthy of being written down,

and what is written down
is worthy of being read.

WOMAN 1: Just a minute.

WOMAN 2:
Oh, look at our flags!

MAN: All our flags together!

That one belonged
to the Workers' League, remember?

WOMAN:
Me and Rosina sewed them. It got bigger every year.

Olmo, I know
we're ignorant,

but how can we have a trial
without a lawyer?

I bring you the accused
and you ask me for a lawyer?

I mean, isn't that enough?

But we are the ones
who caught him, not you.

No, you didn't
catch him, either.

He surrendered to Leonito
right after he saw his gun.

Yes, you're right.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Lift it high! Higher!

(ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Let's dance!
Come on!

Dance.
Get away.

Dance! Come on.

Dance!

When a mute begins to speak,
he has much to say,

but the poor man
is tongue-tied, as well.

It's all right.
Speak with your heart, old man.

Stop the music.

(MUSIC STOPS)

I--I lost them harvesting
your wheat for 60 years.

Can you make good now?
Can they be returned?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Why did all these teeth
drop out?

The padrone's
are still there, all shined up.

He's able to
munch with them all day long.

Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!

We made money for you
and you spent it.

MAN: You're washed
and we're filthy. You rest while we work.

You had plenty
in your stomach in the famine.

(LAUGHING)

You're just a leech
but your old grandfather was even worse.

It's true. After a hailstorm,
he wanted to fire all the day laborers.

Oh, he wasn't the one.
It was his papa, Giovanni.

He's the son.
It makes no difference. A padrone remains a padrone.

All land needs laborers,
otherwise it would go to ruin.

But the padrone?
Does anyone need the padrone, huh?

I have one thing to say.
I've never hurt anyone.

I've never hurt anyone.

All the padrone
claim the very same thing.

And they're
such big hypocrites, they think it's true.

I have never hurt anyone.

To be able to say that,
you've taken criminals out of prison

and put communists
in their place?

Listen to me, comrades.

Fascists
don't spring up someday

like mushrooms,
all in one night.

No. Fascists are
the padrone's offspring.

Inventions of the padrone.

And with these fascists,
they began earning more and more.

So much that they had
to put their fortunes to use,

and that's how
war was invented.

For we were sent
to Africa, Russia, Greece,

Albania, and Spain.

But did they pay?
No, we're the ones that paid!

The proletariat,
the peasant, the workers!

You paid for it!

(ALL CLAMORING)

He pays now!
He pays now!

Do you hear that,
Alfredo Berlinghieri?

You hear the voice
of the people?

We, the ignorant hicks

who die of starvation,

will set an example here
in this miserable asshole of the world.

We sentence you to death.

We condemn you
and the past condemns you.

That's it, comrades.

No more padrone.

The padrone is a dead man.

I'm very tired.
May I sit down?

I'm very tired.

If I understand it right,
we're looking at a dead person.

Yes, he thinks he's alive,
and for us the man's dead.

He doesn't exist anymore.

The man's alive.
His body's on fire.

Usually, the dead
grow cold.

Olmo, you learned
how to speak better than a peasant.

Here.

But you should explain
with simple talk.

That educated talk
can play tricks.

The padrone is dead
but Alfredo Berlinghieri is alive.

And we mustn't kill him.

But why not?

Because he's the living proof
that the padrone's dead.

(CREAKING)

(ALL CHEERING)

And now let's vote.
Who agrees, raise your hands.

(MAN SINGING LOUDLY
IN ITALIAN)

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(SINGING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Comrade, the partisans!

The partisans are coming.

MAN: Partisans.

Comrades, the partisans.

The partisans are here.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

MAN: Hey, comrades.

Silence. Silence, please.

Come over here, everybody!

I have an important
communication to make.

Everybody, come over here!

BOY 1: Hey,
let me look at it!

BOY 2: Give it to me!
Give it to me!

BOY 3: An American gun!
GIRL: Give it to me. Let's see.

MAN: We have come here
in the name of the Committee of National Liberation.

We represent
the Christian democrats,

we represent the liberals,

we represent the socialists,

we represent the communists
and the action party.

This Committee
for the Liberation of Italy...

Sit down.
...has assumed power temporarily,

for the purpose of maintaining
law and order in the country.

And so, dear friends,
I ask you to adhere

to the decision
of the National Committee for Liberation

and turn your arms
over to us.

ALL: No!
Those are the orders!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Comrades, victory is
like when you're drunk.

No!
Yes!

When you drink,
you say what you feel in your heart.

It's a trap, Olmo.
Everything seems to be new for you.

No, it's the old story.
I'm not going to fall for it.

The moment of truth arrives
and it demands that everyone must get sober,

and put your head and heart
under the faucet and stop drinking.

They're
double-crossing us. Yes.

But, please, all right...

Those guns belong to us!
It's all bullshit!

Why give them the guns?
They belong to us all.

Tomorrow they'll call
it utopia. That's fine!

But remember, if there's
evidence to persuade us

that the padrone's
still there,

we must say no anyway.

Because we know,
we saw, all of us.

We know the truth.
The padrone's dead!

(FIRING)

Hey, boy, didn't you
hear the orders?

No! Give it back to me!
It's my gun!

Give it back!
It's mine! It's mine!

Give it back! It's mine!
Give it back to me!

(SCREAMING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(LEO SOBBING)

The padrone's alive.

(DOGS BARKING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ITALIAN SONG PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Oh!

(TRAIN CLATTERING)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)