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-Damn, that's fast! -Yeah, it is!

Did you like that?

Pietro, come here!

Come here!

i'm talking to you! Come here!

Now!

What do you want?

Buy me some cigarettes. Filterless.

-Hurry! -i was playing!

i spit on the ground.

If you come back before it dries, you'll get 20 lira.

Hurry, spit dries quickly.

Hurry, Pietro!

-Hurry, Pietro! -Hurry, Pietro! Go!

Go, hurry!

-Run! -Run!

-Peppino, move it! -Move it!

Ifthe world wants peace It must hear the voice

Ofa nation that says

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Peppino Torrenuova!

Why aren't you singing?

Answer me! Did the cat get your tongue?

Get your book.

Where are your books? Speak!

Where's your book? Answer me, you subverter!

i'm talking to you, what happened to your book?

My goat chewed it up!

-Speak italian! -it was eaten by my goat.

A goat?

-Yeah, the goat ate it! -Who do you think you're fooling?

in the corner!

Be quiet!

Let's begin.

Singular... and plural.

Pupil.

Pupils.

-Pig. -Pigs.

-Horse. -Horses.

-Aunt. -Aunts.

-Brother. -Brothers.

-Cloud. -Clouds.

-Notebook. -Notebooks.

-Squirrel. -Squirrels.

Sophonisba's dream.

Come Karthalo, interpret my dream.

What a pain in the ass!

Vagrants!

i don't take the Queen, the Queen takes me.

-I... don't take... -For Gurzil, goddess of war...

For our Gods, i consecrate my spadroon!

-What the hell did he say? -Spadroon, a swors!

He offered his sword! Are you blind too?

Questions aren't allowed in this place?

Silence, you louts! Savages!

For the arts of the enchanted present...

the undaunted Numidian is willing to forswear the Roman faith!

Aqui, seu!

Enough obscenities!

-It was Cicco Torrenuova! -You liars!

Let them play.

Come out and I will clobber you!

Think you're shrewd because you can read?

-It was you! -Coward!

-Bite him, Cicco! -Come on, Cicco!

-Who is it? -Cicco, o baario.

And one again you got me.

Here.

I have no reason to thank.

Nice, Cicco.

Sharp mind... and teeth of steel.

What did you say?

The other one was younger, deduct at least 300 lira.

Will you feed my kids at your house?

Sure, there's bread and onions for all.

Get to work ! The day is over.

Get a move on! Hurry up, move it!

Get to work, let's finish it!

Move, get to work!

Get to work! Look at these two loafers!

-Get to work! -Bastard!

There must be 10 bushels, don't forget.

Don't relax, work!

-Nino, what did you say? -Nothing. Hurry, we're late.

To take!

Don Giacinto doesn't shit so he doesn't eat...

and when he does he eats his shit.

Who is it? How many olives did you steal today?

-What olives? -You may go.

-Evening, Don Giacinto. -Hello, louse.

-Seven plus three, ten! -Go delouse your mother!

Touch your sister, you deviant!

-Me, deviant? -Get out!

i don't want trouble in my home, enough.

-She started! -Don't come back here!

You and all your descendants!

Eight plus two, ten!

Nine and a half.

This is half full, little bastars!

-i couldn't manage, Don Giacinto! -Who's your father?

Cicco Torrenuova.

Sorry...

a deal is a deal! You're supposed to have 10..

Nino!

-Nino! -Let him go!

He's just a child, you brute!

Bravo!

-Did you like it? -Yes, but do you know him?

Of course, he's my cousin!

The tailcoat! The tailcoat!

Throw away the stinky!

-Easy there with that hand. -All right.

-Quiet, let's hear it! -Sing the moon song!

I only ask for an hour... with you.

-Shame on you! -How scandalous!

To tell you what... you don't know.

-Be quiet. -Such weak humor!

He's good.

And in this hour... I'd give my life... for you.

What am i going to do with you?

Subverter!

Take it up the ass!

Let me earn my daily bread. What do you want??

I didn't write the song, i just sang it!

Cicco, get the books in my dressing room, please.

Be patient!

Books?

-So you were laughing? -Me?

Shakespeare and Manzoni... right.

Dad, why'd they arrest your cousin?

Why?

We'll talk about it at home. You have to wake up early.

i know. Do you know how long I'll stay there?

A month and a half, two.

Are you afraid?

Hurry up, it's time! O my Saint Joseph...

Be careful, my son. Do whatever Minicu tells you.

i know.

-Understand? -Yes.

Goodbye, mother.

-Goodbye, Nino! -Goodbye, Peppino. Take care.

This wasn't the deal.

I can add another cheese wheel, nothing more.

Let's say three wheels, you keep him another month.

All right Cicco, if that makes you happy.

May God go with you.

-Go earn a living. -Goodbye, father.

May luck accompany you!

And study when you can!

-Good morning, Don Carlo. -Boas.

-Have a nice Sunday. -Have a nice Sunday.

Who's next?

-Don Carlo first! -Too kind, so very kind.

-One kilo of boiled meat. -Don Carlo, what do you prefer?

Neck...

or hip?

Neck, thank you.

Heads up not to cut yourself.

Neck, thank you. For my cat?

Mother?

-You are crazy. -I don't care if i'm crazy.

The neighbors mustn't know we haven't eaten in a week.

-If we die of hunger? -It doesn't matter.

Better dead than gossiped about, remember that.

-How are you, Tana? -I can't complain, thank God.

-See those three boulders? -i do.

There's a treasure under them.

A treasure?

The elders said if you throw a rock and hit all three boulders...

a cave full of gold coins will open up under your feet.

For hundreds of years, everyone has tried!

-it's difficult! -That's why nobody has managed.

-It's hogwash, then! -Who knows!

Until a rock hits all three...

we won't know if it's a lie.

Keep trying!

it's really chewing up the book!

Look at the lovely sausage!

They're lovely, aren't they?

Lovely!

Look at the lovely sausage!

Look how lovely. It's nice and fresh!

-Hello, Don Ciccio. -Cheers, Peppino!

Fresh and nice! Fresh!

Dona Provvidenza!

Half a gallon.

Such lovely sausage! Look how lovely!

It's 100% pork, it's all pork!

Come, cut yourself a slice!

Such lovely sausage! it's all pork!

Look how lovely!

Get him the hell out of here.

100% pork! This sausage is made of pure pork.

Delicious, 100% pork. Come closer and buy!

100% pork!

Scoundrels!

it's all pork. Really beautiful! Pork only pork!

-Where are they taking him? -To jail.

This sausage is made of pure pork.

Mestre Paliddo!

Peppino, give me 3/4 for my wife.

Leave it to me.

What do you want ? Go earn your bread elsewhere!

Don't be afraid.

-Perfecy. -What's perfecy?

-Nino... -Peppino...

One bun with four chick pea fritters.

Chick pea fritter bun.

You're taking forever to eat that!

i would've eaten it in four bites without dropping a crumb.

One bun with eight fritters.

He fell for it. Boa, Peppe.

A piece of bread with eight panelle.

Come here.

-You said four bites? -Yes, four.

One...

two...

three and four.

Take the smallest.

Let's see if he's a man of his word.

Poor one, it's not possible.

-All inside! -You'll choke him!

Shut up! Eat! Chew, you bastars!

Eat them one by one, or I'll rip your head off!

-Go home! -Shame on you!

Eat, you fool!

Give him time, he'll do it.

-How dare you pick on a child! -Grab the buns!

If you move, i'll never finish.

How many times must I tell you!

Talk if you must, but stand still!

-What was I thinking? -Dear Lors, forgive me!

Renato! Are you sure it'll look nice?

Father Nespola, don't bother coming here to spy.

You must see the finished product!

i understand your realistic style...

but why must the apostles and angels...

have the faces of these crooks?

Father, we can all go home if you'd like!

-No hard feelings! -Treating us like lowlifes!

-Louts! -But...

-Don't mess with it, you! -Have you found the Holy Virgin?

-Yeah, two of them. Gorgeous! -How come two?

The Holy Virgin is only one!

I'm going to pick one out. I have the princess's daughter...

-as well as the tavernkeeper's. -My Lors Jesus!

-Peppe, stop playing. -He pushed me!

Bravo, Peppino.

-Peppino, what kind of cut? -Like Rodolfo Valentino's?

Impossible.

-Then the usual shitty haircut. -So hot-headed!

-What's the big deal? -What's wrong now?

-And what does it matter? -Keep still.

Torrenuova, mail!

-For your son Nino. -Good morning.

What is it?

Dad, is that my draft card?

This time things look ugly.

Half a gallon.

-What can Stalin do? -He'll handle it.

-Peppino, go on. -I won't say a word to anyone.

You're too young, be patient.

Fine, goodbye everyone.

Look at those three guys at ignazio's.

Get up.

-Are you ignazio the poet? -Who are you?

-Gioacchino Corrao, from Palermo. -And?

-i was in jail, for political reasons. -What do you want?

The comrades say you can help me.

is that so?

Can you lend me a book on Marx?

Marx?

-What about those guys, who are they? -Friends.

Yeah. Marxsssss...

Go read a comic book you bastard!

Think you can trick me? Dumb ass Fascists!

And stop playing intellecyuals.

You already shut down my magazine...

Now you want to take the bread from my mouth?

-Voltem que arranco seu couro! -The party's over.

I won't fight wars.

Peppe!

-Nino! -Peppino!

i'm here!

-Nino! -Peppino!

-Look out for the old folks! -And you look out for gunshots!

Smartass! Goodbye!

Goodbye!

You fired me because i'm ill.

This is my daughter Sarina. She works like a mule.

She equals four men, take her.

Times are tough, Tana! Work is scarce.

See how many people I have.

I'll have to fire half by the end of June.

Run. To the alley!

Hurry, a man was killed on Via Buttitta!

I swear!

in the dark? How do you know?

-In the dark? How do you know? -Tripped?

How could you tell it was a man and not a woman?

-Answer! -I can't believe this!

Do you think i killed him?

You're taking forever to eat a piece of bread!

i would've eaten it in four bites without dropping a crumb.

What do I care?

Watch your heads, bastards!

Run, Peppino! Move it! You too, Rosalia!

Relax, we'll go to the shelter!

You go!

You're shaking like a leaf.

Bombs don't scare me.

My mother scares me, i can't bear to hear her.

Calm down.

They're shooting in Palermo, not here.

Peppino, it seems...

the Americans are arriving!

Take off that dirty black shirt, i'll give you one of mine!

it's the party of the poor, the party of the people!

-Come here! -What a nice musket!

Damn, that's a safe!

Try using this!

Give it to me, clear the way!

A small hand! A small hand!

Me! Me!

Oh no. No!

Too thick.

Bring in! No!

Nothing.

No, no, nothing.

-This one! -it's Peppino!

-Stick your hand in. -Stick your hand.

-What is it? -What?

-What do you feel? -Money!

Money! Money!

Little bastard!

-is the money here? -Fuck you!

Son of a bitch!

i saw the money first!

Stop you thief! Stop, thief!

Let's split it.

If we split it, i won't hurt you.

Let's split it.

We're here!

-Mannina, they're like locusts. -Dad, it's too late!

Wretches!

They didn't leave a thing.

Let's try somewhere else.

Do we have to leave empty-handed?

-Move it.

Wait...

-What'll we do with it, dad?

-Who knows?

We'll extend a window and put it there.

Great.

At least we'll have a souvenir of when the war ended.

It's broken. But is it made ofcheese?

It's great!

Excuse me?

-Have you got any onions? -I beg your parson?

Onions, onions. Salad.

-Mannina, I don't understand him. -He said insalata.

That's it, gorgeous, salad! But with onions!

-Did you understand? -Come on, go to hell!

Come here, baby! Come with me.

Onions. Mom, he wants onions?

Onions! You cut it and you cry.

Onions!

-Mom, he wants onions. -Onions.

-These? -That's it, that's it! Cipolla!

Son of a bitch, why didn't you say so?

Thank you, baby. Come one.

Cipolla, cipolla...

Gift.

What is it?

A parachute. What'll we do with it?

Avoid the fields, there are American bombs.

They're going into the bombs, Holy Mary!

Make it bigger so she can wear it next year too.

Mannina, you think there's enough cloth?

Here's the belt.

Keep it taut.

One.

Two.

Three.

Your belt is one meter?

Your stomach's a barrel!

i measured it myself, it's exacyly one meter.

Don't you trust Don Giacinto?

Of course, Don Giacinto. But

i'd rather not sell the land.

Come now, I offered you a good price!

You're really ripping him off!

Who asked you?

My belt is a meter and I'm as thin as a rake!

-You're Torrenuova! -Yes, Torrenuova.

You're a pain in the ass...

and you steal grass from my property.

-it's not yours yet. -Put back every single blade...

or i'll give you something to laugh about, thief!

Que valentão!

Peppino Torrenuova, here's your Party card.

Many thanks, Turiddu.

Good boy. Thanks.

How about my brother-in-law?

We didn't give him one.

But he buys the Communist paper!

Yes, but every morning he drinks two eggs.

Read this in the meantime.

Duties for registered Party members:

Each member of the Communist Party...

is required to improve his capacity in manual and intellectual work...

to maintain a relationship ofbrotherly solidarity...

with other Pqarty members...

and to lead an honest and exemplary private life.

-Good night. -Good night.

Moisten your lips.

-With what? -With saliva, what else?

Freeze.

What's that smile? Smile less.

i'll smile if i want, that's why I'm here.

To smile?

What's there to smile about?

Don't worry, just take the picture.

If you say so...

Don't breathe.

Boys, what's this for?

-Mousetraps. -How many mice have we got here?

What's that? A cage for hens?

Yeah. For rabbits.

They're ballot boxes for the referendum.

Stupid!

What? Can't i ask?

Look Don Carlo Mina.

-Tell your father I think about him. -is he any younger?

-That's the nephew. -The shorty one.

The uncle, the old Carlo Mina, is always, i would say...

And the nephew, from what we see, is as promising as the uncle.

-I applied the lotion in the morning. -You did well.

-Morning, Mannina. -Morning, Tituzza.

Where are you going?

Embroidery class.

-Have fun. -Thanks.

Stupid, is your intent to wash our feet?

It's just fresh milk.

Shut up!

Quiet.

Yes. I see.

Freshen your mouth.

Maruzza, come dance!

And here we go...

One, two, three, four...

You oaf, is that how to lead a woman?

You decided i had to be the woman?

The politician's so touchy!

No worries, i'm the only generous woman here!

Fags!

-Royalist? -Republican.

Then we can get married!

Onofrio Pace.

Peppino Torrenuova.

It's a pleasure.

Teresa, when'll you marry?

I'm still waiting for gratitude from Bagheria's men.

Who do you want?

A king...

or a Republic?

What's the use of a king?

He stands for his own interests.

É verdade, é verdade.

What does the republic stand for?

The republic stands for everyone's interests.

-It's a hoax! -That'sjust talk!

For poor people...

Fucking Communists!

I'll buy your dollars!

I'll change your dollars!

Long live the King!

Peppe!

-i'll kill you! -Hey, it's me!

Stop, it's me!

Nino!

The war didn't kill me but you want to?

They're hand and glove.

Can i make a question?

What should we do with this boy?

Do me this favor...

-But just one. -Just one.

A dance for all the uninvited!

Have fun, dance! Go round, it's a party!

Miss...

would you care to dance?

Yes. Damn, men and women are dancing!

-Who is that? -I don't know!

-You didn't stop him? -You stop him.

Men and women of Bagheria...

thanks for this gesture of freedom and progress.

Following the victory of the Republic, this dance...

marks the start of Socialism!

-Socialism... what's that mean? -Can you dance? No.

Then you can't understand.

May i introduce myself?

No need to.

i know your name.

Nice pastries for sale! A very good sugar!

May I offer you a donut?

Or almond sweets?

Or a carob bar or something else?

Don't be shy.

Thank you.

-35 cents. -Yes.

-We'll settle it after. -Long live Socialism!

Get inside!

Dearest Mannina, hope this letter finds you well.

For days I've been traveling for business matters.

This is why we haven't seen each other.

It's a difficultjob, but luckily the pay is good.

You're in my thoughts...

can't wait to see you and be together.

I've also decided to come speak to your parents.

But first, there's something you must know...

I'm a Communist and there are many rumors about us Communists.

For example: we eat children.

I assure you it's not true...

it's pure maliciousness...

and even ifit weren't the case...

I can promise that I've never eaten any.

It's important for you to be aware ofthese rumors...

because I love you and you know it...

but honestycomes first and foremost...

at least between us.

Hello...

do you have condolence buttons?

-How many? -All of them.

-There are over 200! -Do you have more?

-How much? -60 lira.

i have 55 liras.

It's just the same.

-My condolences. -Thanks.

i wonder who died.

-They say it was a girl. -Our Lady!

FUNEREAL LABOR DAY iN SICILY

Did the Police kill her?

Dearest Peppino, I am well and hope you are too...

but when I saw you yesterday, you looked thinner.

You tell me you earn well but my relatives asked around...

and some trusted people say you're a good-for-nothing...

and your family is in ruins...

because all ofthe cows purchased at the war's end...

with your lottery winnings...

have perished one by one...

and that's why your family doesn't have a pot to piss in.

And this is only the beginning!

Some ofmy uncles determined that you Communists...

when you don't eat children...

are worse than the disease that emptied your stable.

I don't believe this, my love...

but out ofdoubt, my parents...

decided to have me engaged...

to a man who owns lots ofland.

Help me Peppino, I don't know what to do.

I'll buy your dollars!

I'll change your dollars!

Pretty things! I have everything here!

Kids, come take a look!

Get up!

You can't stay there! Get up, I said!

Stupid!

Can't you see i'm dying?

Yes, and i am the Pope. On your feet!

What a pleasure it is to me...

Pietro Lanza is dead!

-And the ring? -it's too tight.

indeed, it is rather tight.

A bit. i'll have it enlarged.

Just a little.

Mannina!

What is it? What...

Should we eat?

Que raio de história é essa?

Whenever I visit, you start working.

Then stay home!

Tell me if you've kissed I'll wreck his house.

if he tries to kiss me I'll stab him.

Good! Female liberation...

must begin with the woman herself, like the Party says.

Does it say a Communist should flee with the woman he loves?

It doesn't say that...

but it thinks that.

Then let's elope.

When will this drivel end?

-God, that's him! -When?

When you piss off!

Calm down, Peppe! How about talking?

-Talk it over! Talk it over! -Leave my fiancée alone!

Talk it over!

Let's talk.

We'll talk it over.

Let's talk.

We'll talk it over.

Talk it over!

-What's there to say? -Fuck all!

Father!

it's best if you go home!

Why must you ruin my life?

We'll talk at home.

Who cares, they all know anyway!

Look into my eyes, do I deserve that life?

-He's rich, understand? -But he's an imbecile!

-i'll pick my own fiancé. -i've already made a commitment.

Well, you can un-commit!

Give him this ring back i had it appraised and it's fake!

Give him back the photo also he's too ugly to look at.

Tell him not to come around again!

Remember, the fiancé you want...

will never set foot in my home!

She's right, elope like everyone does, the end.

Where'll i take her, to the Grand Hotel?

I don't have a cent.

Stay at the Party HQ for a bit.

We'll clean it up.

With all due respect, me and my wife...

on our wedding night...

under Stalin's portrait?

Could we go out there? It's impossible to breath here.

If it's an American film, why do they speak italian?

Stupid, the loudspeaker's italian!

Damn, right! i didn't think of that.

Right!

i didn't think of that!

That'll be all for today.

Who is it?

Peppino, what if someone comes in?

Don't worry.

Nobody can come in.

i was thinking of you.

Scoundrel!

You ruined my daughter,

what'll i do now? What'll I do?

Come see, they're kissing again.

Get down!

May God castrate you!

Get down from there, idiot! May the plague catch upon you!

You wretch! You homewrecker! Come out!

We're not coming out, you need to accept it.

My child, speak. Say something.

What can I say? We've eloped.

How senseless, eloping in your own home!

Please, if my husband shows up all hell will break loose!

Let me handle this.

Peppino?

-Peppino? -I hear you, Nino!

Just stay out ofthis.

Peppino, ignore them.

-So you want me to leave? -Do I need to say it in Chinese?

-Are you here yet? -Idiot.

Cicco...

Cicco... thank you.

Peppino! it's me, your father.

The two of you come with me, I'll help you.

Come, Mannina.

My little girl...

Go through the fields, see you at home.

Eat! Enough hars-boiled eggs.

We may as well be sleeping on the street.

But the street doesn't have all these conveniences!

Hurry up, move it.

-Come forward! -So impatient!

Look at that crook they arrested with that other louse!

-The rings. -Rings...

-You don't even have rings? -Sarina...

This youth...

-All right... All right... -Thank you.

His father hung himself and he gambled away all their land.

Maria Anna Scalia...

do you take Giuseppe Testasecca...

Torrenuova!

Terranova. -Torrenuova!

-Torrenuova! -Same thing, Terranova.

Look at my cousin, the one with cirrhosis. He looks younger.

To love and honor him from this day forth?

Can you believe this?

if it repulses you so much, let's forget about it.

Aren't you Peppino the Communist?

Exacyly, why am i here?

As God wills. Next couple!

Father, do us this favor, he may be a Communist...

but he's in a painting with saints!

-Do you take him or not? -Of course!

Take the blood.

Take the blood. Take the blood.

Take the blood. Take the blood. Take the blood.

Take the blood.

Everybody, one by one.

Drink it, don't be scared.

Tana, come on!

-Drink it while it's warm. -Are you sure?

i was anemic when I was carrying your mom, this cured me.

Drink it, don't be scared.

is it good?

I'll talk to your father.

Go to his house for now.

I'm only sorry that...

when the baby's born...

i won't be here.

What happened?

The eggs were already broken my son, I'm sorry.

Broken eggs...

How are you?

i'm fine.

There were too many harsships.

How much to go to the cemetery?

Get in, Peppino.

Let's go.

Peppe!

Hearest thou not? Hola! I want thy steed...

cried Orlando and advanced with wrathful cheer.

A solid staffand knotted for his need, that shepherd had.

Whose violence and ire all bounds exceed.

A cuff he levels at that rustic's head...

and splits the solid bone, and lays him dead.

Then leaping on his horse by different way, the country scowers...

to make more spoil and wrack.

The palfrey tastes not corn or hay...

so few days exhaust the famished hack...

wherewith he smote the peer.

But not afoot does fierce Orlando stray.

As many as he finds, so many steeds...

and lays him dead.

Bravo, Cicco!

Nice and fresh from Naples. American stuff, good as new!

Look at this suit, too bad I can't wear.

Look at this herringbone suit for Peppino.

it would suit him...

but he'd never wear American stuff.

Plus it's all stained!

Give it here. Filippo...

it'll cost more to clean this than to buy it!

-Want me to pay the difference? -No, a fair deal...

-Gift it to me and we're even. -Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit...

I'd like to give it to him when he returns from Rome...

he can wear it for the Party meeting.

-Don't look! -Why?

Pregnant women who look at Villa Palagonia's monsters...

have kids who are half human, half animal!

-Sweet Mary! -Come along.

Michele, Angela, dad's back.

Michele, come here!

-Angela! -Daddy!

In a Socialist society...

even a cook can become Prime Minister.

What could i become?

With the way you cook...

they'd arrest you immediately!

-Is it not good? -Sure it is!

i was kidding, silly!

Once we're in power, we'll make you Pope!

You had to go to Communist school to learn all this rubbish?

Mannina...

At the Communist Party school we study the works of Socialist ideologists...

we study politics, the art of speaking at rallies...

and lastly, we learn how to be...

good Party leaders who will change Italy...

and improve our future...

And find a job for Peppino Torrenuova...

so he won't be a shephers forever.

And hurry up! Even if you die!

So you have met Togliatti? And is it close?

Come on, let's go!

Don't you say anything? Haven't you met anyone?

-Yes, i saw Togliatti! -And what did he say?

-To burn everything down! -What a bad temper!

They want the European army under an American command.

"But how?", asked the mother, "should i give my life...

for an American general?"

-I buy dollars! -Silence!

And who is this general? Should my son die...

if he's sent to a hospital, where would i find him?

In London, Brussels, Amsterdam, or Asia?

Where are those countries? How do I get there?

Water.

I exchange your dollars.

Sicilian women know what the European army is.

And they know because how many of their beloved sons...

from 1940 to 1945...

have not been found around this world!

This can't happen again!

Water.

I exchange dollars.

When General Eisenhower came to Italy...

the Sicilian woman came to the square...

to say "no" to war.

She remembered the American hard boots!

The Sicilian people is not here to be fed...

to anyone!

Water!

Is the licence for my store ready?

-Ready? They want six months! -Couldn't it come out sooner?

When the Law says six, then they are six.

i was sent here by Carlo Minà.

The tall one or the short one?

The short one.

Just the same. Wait half an hour.

The terrace is 15 meters at most, what can I do?

Just build, then we'll talk.

-ID card? -Peppino...

You forgot it?

Sir, I can vouch for her, she's my wife.

-She doesn't have her iD. -Yes, president, it's your wife.

-Right. Go have a seat. -Thank you.

-Come on, Mannina. -This here, ma'm.

Remember, top box on the left.

No electioneering!

Torrenuova! I've told you four times already!

-She's my wife! I don't care if she's St. Rosalia...

no influencing voters!

Sorry.

-Citizen. -Smart ass.

I apologize.

-Help me, Peppino! -Again?!

Torrenuova! You can't come in. The ballot is secret!

But she's about to give birth! She's at eight months!

-Maybe nine! -it's a hoax!

Isn't he scrumptious? Looks just like his father!

What is it?

4.2 kilos exacyly.

-He didn't even eat 100 grams! -But he looks chubby .

Dear girl... i could've guessed.

Mrs. Rosa, can you lend me 150 i'll pay you back.

Dear girl...

Cicco Torrenuova! Did you find America on my land?

-What's wrong? -Look.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Sorry, Don Giacinto.

This can't keep happening.

Once you were reading, once you were sleeping...

I'll slaughterthose tick-infested sheep!

i didn't mean to do it.

Any excuse to steal!

-Now you're overdoing it! -You can still bite...

With the few teeth you have left?

I may have few teeth but at my age, i demand respect!

You boor!

-Dad, we're waiting for you. -Eat, my children.

I need to finish my inhalations.

How long do these inhalations take?

-Dad! Show me your face. -No!

-What happened? -It's nothing.

I tripped and fell.

Four coffees, three lemonades, and an ice cream.

You drink it first.

Give me a decent coffee!

I'll take care ofthat.

I by dollars!

-I'll buy your dollars! -All my respect, Don Giacinto.

-Won't you say anything? -Everything is allright.

Then I'm calm.

What's wrong, Torrenuova ?

-Guys, come help ! -What with the manners?

-Don Giacinto... -There's no need.

If you dare touch my father again, I'll rip your eyes out.

Shame on you!

They steal from me...

and I can't open my mouth? is this your Communism?

If they steal, call the Police.

Don't take it out on old folks, you wretch!

-Come on. -Son of a bitch!

-Who's that? -Peppino the Communist.

-Like father like son! -Do you want some more?

-But he's so well dressed. -Leave him alone.

-i feel like... -Go fly a kite, you, too.

I'll buy your dollars

i see names, resumés...

Excuse me, for example, Comrade Torrenuova...

is Comrade Torrenuova here?

Here i am, Comrade Corteccia.

i see you've held important positions...

even in the Union. But I must be frank and sincere...

Comrade Torrenuova, you haven't even written a book.

You don't even have a degree.

Blame the goat!

What'll you say to the Kremlin?

What kind of contribution will you make upon returning from a trip...

which isn't a walk in the park? Are you equipped?

In what sense, Comrade?

Do you own a heavy coat?

Now who'll cut off the dragon's head?

The spokesperson of the Provincial Federation.

i knew I'd get screwed up the ass!

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Excuse me?

Comrades!

Liborio!

Sorry, but...

What a pleasure!

-Good evening, Liborio. -Comrade Pace!

Have a seat!

-So what's the word in Palermo? -Just a few words now and then.

-To what do I owe this honor? -Listen, Comrade...

it appears you bought a tailor-made coat.

is that forbidden?

-Who told you? -Bolshevik counter-intelligence.

I pay for it in monthly payments. I'm not rich.

Can we see this coat? What color is it?

Anthracite.

-May I ask why? -Party orsers.

-Wonderful! -High class!

Beautiful.

You're shaking of fear!

It's a bit long. I need to have it hemmed.

Hemmed? it's fine like that.

Cut thistles in May, they grow in a day.

Cut them in June, that is too soon.

-Mom, will it be much further? -We're here.

Cut them in July... Don't lean out too far!

-Can we speak to him? -No, you can only look.

But... if you speak to him, he'll hear you.

Will he know it's us? He'll see us?

Am I speaking Chinese?

Hold hands, close your eyes...

and walk with me.

On the count of three, open them.

Stop here.

Lift up your heads.

One, two...

and three.

-i don't see anything. -Where's dad?

What happened to the saints and Madonna?

The Cardinal had them covered up, due to gossip.

What a pity.

Let's go.

So we can't see dad?

We'll have to wait till he returns.

Where has he gone?

To a huge country where all the people are rich.

Will he bring me a cavalryman when he gets back?

Sweet Mary, i can't look!

Peace, health and good fortune...

Done.

-Thanks, come over later. -I'll come after lunch.

The bride is nice, the bride is nice!

-Peace, health and good fortune... -The bride is nice.

Peace, health and good fortune...

Mother Tana!

No, my dear. i'm Masina.

How is that possible?

My mother!

I understand. Your mother died long ago.

-Come sit down inside. -Thank you, my dear.

Come, don't be afraid.

My home is your home.

Mannina...

isn't she the spitting image of my mother?

-Take a good look. -True!

The bride is nice...

is someone in your family far away?

Michele! Angela!

-Sweet Mary, look! -Dad!

The bride is nice...

I'll buy your dollars!

Long live St. Joseph!

Peppino, you seem distraught since you returned.

Corteccia was right, it was no walk in the park.

Not because of the cold...

ll things considered, how was the Soviet Union?

Onofrio.

i saw terrible things.

The flood!

Let's go back!

Long lice St. Joseph!

-i'll buy your dollars! -Stop right there!

If St. Joseph doesn't come in, God won't either!

-What's wrong? -i dreamt of snakes as black as tar.

I wonder what'll happen...

What could possibly happen?

Maybe some Mafiosi will come hassle us again...

-or the Police will arrest us. -Here they are.

Look! There are many ofus!

Wake up, comrades!

See how many of us there are?

-You've managed, haven't you? -Comrades, workers...

the uncultivated land of Corleone to the farmers!

Three, four, five...

There's nothing left to do. i don't know what's keeping him alive still.

i'm sorry, I'm very sorry.

Peppino...

Peppino's coming, don't get worked up.

-Peppino's coming. -i would've liked to have seen...

him become a member of Parliament.

Who says you won't! As soon as he becomes MP...

we'll take the train and go visit him in Rome.

Politics is wonderful.

-What's he saying? -He said politics is wonderful.

Monforte, 33!

-Lo Giudice. -Lo Giudice, 31!

-Marciano. -Marciano, 88!

-Li Causi. -Li Causi, 17!

-Viscuso. -Viscuso, 37!

-Torretta. -E Torretta, 60!

And Torretta, 60!

Enough of this farce! Go away!

Let's run!

This isn't your land!

Careful, comrades!

Stop! Get out of here!

Cicco, say hello to my dearly departed husband.

And my son Cosimo, the one who died in Africa.

Tell him he's always on my mind.

And my late mother. Tell Diego the children are fine.

Say hello to my son.

And my sister Soluzza, who died from the Spanish flu.

Write them all down...

otherwise i'll forget them.

Gruesome Mafia assault this morning...

on the Princes d'Agrò's land.

A multitude offarmers...

who were protesting in favor ofagrarian reforms..."

What's going on?

-Peppino is here. -Right on time.

Dad...

Peppino...

i was waiting for you.

i'm talking to you, the fault is yours.

You, who play the indifferent...

in this crowd of people. While smoking your pipe.

which looks like a smokestack...

under the visor of your old and...

i'm talking to you... It's your fault.

Look what they're doing!

There's no vestige of flesh covering the bones.

The hunger worms have eaten it all.

And the midwife, taking him out of the womb...

gives him as dowry...

some bread and onion.

Let's go home.

i buy dollars.

Children, you know only the poor...

-are entitled to the free lunches? -Yes.

Accomando, what does your father do?

-He sells fruit. -Rich.

Balistreri?

-Fisherman. -Poor.

-Sciortino? -Barber.

Rich.

-Di Quarto? -Carpenter.

Farm hand.

-Farm hand. -Water guard.

-Cobbler. -Coal merchant.

What are you waiting for, Torrenuova?

Unemployed.

We want work! We are hungry!

Aftale, Torrenuova, Onofrio, can't the Party do anything?

Calm down, comrades! We requested a meeting with the prefect.

We want to talk to the Mayor.

Christian Democrat mayor, come out!

Let's go inside!

Let's burn down City Hall!

Easy, comrades!

We must not go astray!

-Let's form a delegation! -Forget the delegation!

The Mayor's fleeing! Let's kill him!

Stop!

Mr. Mayor, we're here to bear witness to the exasperation...

of Bagheria's farm hands...

who've been fighting for three yeras...

-My cousin! How are you? -Damn, they're cousins?

Didn't you know?

They're thirs cousins.

-They're hand in glove! -True!

-Please, be careful. -Be careful.

Don't worry. Don't be afraid.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Mrs. Sarina, excuse me.

My radio is broken...

would you mind if.

-Mannina, Mrs. Matilde. -Sit down.

In all ofItaly's main cities...

violent protests against the Tambroni government occurred.

The most violent clashes occurred in Genoa, Milan, Rome...

and Palermo where there were numerous wounded and dead.

The Interior Minister denied the accusations...

which claim the Police...

which claim the Police on the protesters.

The Police, hooray!

Mimmo, what have you done?

You've been had like a fool!

The Police, let's go!

Dad got beaten up!

-Is there any blood here, too? -No, he's completely sweat.

ice!

-You'll kill him like that! -Give me that ice.

-You too? -What have i done?

it looked like they were killing him.

Get out of my bedroom, I'm not dead yet!

-Come on. -Bear with him.

-Good night... -What have i done?

Kids, let's go. We're not welcome.

-Time to straighten your head out. -it is already.

What does politics give you?

You earned more with cows.

Get out of here, you don't understand a thing!

What a nice temper.

But also for a loss in the political sense.

Not only for the loss of one ofour dearest comrades...

but also for a loss...

in the political sense...

and which should serve as a warning foom now on...

who don't strictly adhere to the Party line...

for all comrades.

What happened?

Comrade Onofrio Pace has joined the Socialists.

You don't say!

-How'd the agrarian reform go? -Total failure?

The big landowners kept the best plots...

while the farmers, who even pawned their mules for this...

got nothing but rocks.

There, in Sciara, they killed Comrade Salvatore Carnevale.

Behind that mountain...

they killed Placido Rizzotto, a great unionist.

They tossed his body into a crevice of Mount Busambra.

Near Camporeale...

they killed the secretary of the Farmers' Union, Cangelosi.

See that town? it's Sciacca.

There, some Mafiosi killed Accursio Miraglia.

Unionist?

They killed Epifanio Li Puma there, another Farmers' unionist.

Comrade Torrenuova...

how come they never killed you?

-Hurry up, it's late. -Angela...

I need a candle.

Dad, grandma said: "Here's money for the bus and food."

Angela!

-Pick up the money. -No!

-Come here. -No!

is that how you hand things to dad?

-Obey your dad. -No!

-i'll pick it up. -Stop.

-Pick up the money! -No!

Angela, pick up the money!

-Pick up the money! -Pick it up!

Quiet! Pick up the money!

For the last time... the last time...

-Pick it up! -No.

-i knew it... -She won't listen to me any more.

I lost my earring.

...in the song by Carlo Alberto Rossi.

Le mille bolle blu, nº 12, canta Mina.

Luigi, open the window, it's smoky.

She's amazing, so great...

My vote is hers.

She said "Smiles and songs."

23/1 take three!

Action!

Here we go, girls. That hair...

That hair... Give it a brushing! For Don Vincenzo...

if he asks anything, you answer.

Do your best.

Marta, comb your hair, be a nice girl;

You're tired, i know, but i'll take you to the port. Smile.

We have a little package for Don Vincenzo.

-Like it? -Cut, it's good!

Let's go inside.

You, you, and you, come along!

Sir, what about us?

Thank you!

Come along, the sun's setting!

Michele, what are those?

Monsters that look like people and people that look like monsters.

Who made them?

They say it was a crazy prince.

Lattuada, why'd you choose Villa Palagonia?

I was fascinated by the stories of 18th and 19th century travelers...

and by Renato Guttuso's drawings.

it suits the grotesque nature of my film, it's unique.

And this isn't all of it!

-How so? -The villa didn't end here.

That street was the original driveway, down to that arch.

The sides of this passageway...

were dotted with hundreds of monstrous figures...

which have now disappeared.

Why are you taking so long? Run, run!

If i catch you, I'll rip your head off!

i'll kill you and myself!

Buy some sharp knives!

Quit staring!

Shoes without feet, shoes that are good as new!

-What is he saying? -Give him the whirligig!

Come on, give him the whirligig.

Don't be scared, he won't hurt you.

Here.

if you want it to be light and fast...

bring him a live fly!

-i understand. -A fly?

Bravo!

That way it'll be as light as a fly!

But won't that kill the fly?

Close it, or we'll all fly away!

-Infernal heat! -The kids are soaked with sweat.

I'll handle it, move the furniture.

-Why mom? -You'll see.

-What are we doing? -What are we doing?

Get undressed.

It's nice and cool!

Really cool.

Mom...

how much longer will dad be in France?

Much longer.

Why?

So he can send us money each month.

Mom, my earring never turned up?

We searched everywhere.

Hurry, if the cripple sees us he'll whip us!

-Michele! -Come on!

I told you to stay home, quick!

it's chock full luckily!

When my cousin stole lemons from the cripple...

he stripped him, hung him from a tree, and whipped him!

Damn!

Go get the lemons on that low branch there.

What's the cripple look like?

He's big, hairy, missing one eye, and limps.

-Thief! -The cripple!

Run! I'll tear your head off!

Come here, you bastars!

if I catch you... Where are you?

Michele, grab your brother!

Dear God, what happened?

Peace, health and good fortune!

-Mrs. Masina! -The bride is nice.

I haven't seen you in so long.

-My son ran away. -How's the bride?

-Pobrezinho! -The bride is nice...

i got him back a month later.

The bride is nice...

My mother would be glad to see you, come eat some pasta.

-Thank you, my dear. -Pleasure.

Michele, Pietro, leave him alone.

-Did you read the letter? -What letter?

-Torrenuova, mail! -Mom, mail!

The bride is nice...

"Dear Mannina, i am well,

and i hope so are you, Pietro, Angela, and Michele."

-What about me? -Grandma!

He'll say hello to you at the end, carry on.

"My job as a mason in Paris is very difficult."

"It rains often..." "And it is very cold!"

-Grandma! -What's wrong?

Come on.

"I think of you always, especially on Wednesdays...

when the Rue de Malmaison theater...

shows films for emigrants.

The other night i saw a film by Fellini."

-He even goes to the movies! -"Dear Mannina...

a few days ago...

Comrade Gino Artale came to visit."

-The MP... -"He was very 'effectionate'."

-It's "affectionate"! -What a nag!

Anyone can forget a period and a comma.

He's tired, he made a simple mistake!

-Let her read in peace. -Go ahead, mom.

He was very 'effecyionate'...

and he cheered me up...

he begged me to work with the Party again.

They decided to nominate me as councilman...

and he found me a job with a Sicilian company."

-Hooray. -Dad is coming back!

"I would like your input regarding this."

Wait, stop, stop!

'll buy your dollars!

I'll change your dollars!

I'll buy your dollars!

I'll change your dollars!

Peppino!

Are you leaving? Where are you going?

i'm taking the first train out of here and that's that!

Bravo!

This place is unbearable.

If i were young I would leave too!

Have a good trip and good luck!

Good luck!

Citizens!

Against the mafia, against speculation...

on June 15th, vote for and endorse the Italian Communist Party!

Cast your vote and make others...

cast their votes in the Communist Party!

Citizens, stand up!

Against unemployment, against immigration...

cast your vote and make others...

cast their votes in the Communist Party!

Minicu! Recognize me?

Of course i do, you're Peppino!

in the flesh. No need to get up.

I'm ill but my head still works.

-What's wrong? -My boy, i can't walk.

i broke my foot to avoid the draft

and my arm to get disability...

but if i hadn't jumped off the roof...

and broken 3 ribs, I wouldn't have gotten any pension!

And I only got the minimum!

You look well.

-Minicu: one. -One.

-Lo Coco family: two. -Two.

They're two-faced, they won't vote for you.

-How do you know? -I know them.

I grew up with their daughter.

-Then remove them. -Remove them.

-Di Chiara family: four. -Four.

Coma!

Dad, will you get paid if elected?

No. The councilman oversees the committee's decisions.

He discusses, proposes...

works for the citizens.

-Lots of work for nothing! -Stay out of this!

Which armies battled during the Punic Wars?

Punic...

Damn, he doesn't know!

-Good evening all! -Hi Gaspare.

Listen, Peppino...

This letter came for me.

What is it?

What's it say? What is it?

it's from Social Security, unfortunately it says...

your request for a family allowance was rejected.

Can't you do anything about it?

-Gaspare, we'll appeal. -Another appeal?

Appeal, appeal!

-The truth is, you don't care! -Don't talk nonsense.

You, the Union, the Party, Rome, Moscow, and the Lord!

For fuck's sake!

What a crybaby! I'm almost done.

i'm done, I'm done... This medicine is as dense as oil.

You say it's like oil, like vinegar, but you always torture me.

Vote for my son-in-law...

hammer and sickle, number 39.

Remember, number 39.

-My husband's a Separatist. -Still?

Garibaldi united Sicily with Italy and he wants to divide it?

Grandma, before you had it in for my father. And now?

I'm not doing it for him. I'm not doing it for him.

For who then?

To get back at the mafia for what they did to my father.

Back then, my father was rich, he had a nice car.

One morning he was driving with his nephew...

who owned some land that was drying up.

He saw this boy arguing with some shady-looking fellows...

who wouldn't give him water to irrigate.

What happened, happened, this nephew was never seen again.

My father kept worrying so he asked around.

He asked around today, tomorrow, then one Sunday...

some friends invited him to a party in the countryside.

They gave him food and drink a plenty and in the end...

Three months later I identified my father...

I recognized him by his boots...

because i polished my father's boots every morning.

What happened to the men who killed him?

This town is full of dishonest men like that!

Understand?

Yes, you like the Communists just because they're anti-Mafia.

Bravo!

For over 20 years...

the Christian Democrats governed us...

impeding the implementation of a city plan.

All this, apart from delaying our social...

and urban development...

encouraged every type of speculation...

and the downfall of our artistic and scenic patrimony....

which is of great worth, even if partially ruined.

-What a drag! -We Communists...

Silence, councilmen! Bring me a lantern.

Councilor, what about my building permit?

That's exactly what i needed.

Screw it, just build!

Peppino, don't give in.

So will you wait for the electricity or will you give up?

-Acyually, i'd like... -Let's wait till he learns to read!

Let him speak!

We Communists...

reject these shameful ways!

What'd you get?

-Did you get snails? -A bunch.

Their tentacles are sticking out, do they tickle?

-Don't they tickle? -Just a little.

Mrs. Sarina, run! The cripple is dead!

Damn, God does exist! Let's go!

Run, kids!

Sit down, please! Cry away, open your heart!

This is like a dream! Here, drink this water.

With the belt, before he goes stiff.

Pull!

Poor thing's...

already cold, hurry or he'll be crooked.

To a better place.

What does "to a better place" mean?

A bon locu va.

To a better place.

What does "to a better place" mean?

-And for a dead person? -It's a way of saying...

"May you go to God in heaven".

Who'd you hear that from?

-Grandma. -Nuts!

Dad, do bad people go to heaven?

In theory, no.

Some people seem bad and are actually good.

Some seem good but are bad.

How can we tell?

it's not easy...

What Charleston! What's that?

Does the boy pay?

-No, he's still small. -Then one for the stall.

Thank you.

So before saying someone is good or bad...

think it over well, understand?

-How much yet? -it'll be over in ten minutes.

All right.

-it's dark, let's leave! -Daddy's here!

Come in.

It has spread all over the block...

-Movies are so nice! -with my name, Marco.

Plus, soccer and History's Heroes picyure-carss.

-And a cheese ball? -Fine.

i don't like it anyway.

They're not all from Cinema Corso.

Some I found at the Roma, Supercinema and Capitol.

"Jason and the Argonauts"!

"Attack and Retreat".

"Chains".

"Salvatore Giuliano".

"The Gospel Accorsing to St.Matthew".

"The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly".

"Misunderstood".

"Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?"

-Youngsters! What is it? -Look they're sucking face!

Boys...

if you keep quiet, i'll let you watch.

Who are gathered around the Technical Workshop.

-You're right. -Good morning to you all.

Peppino, i was passing by...

and received this letter.

Gaspare...

I'm sorry, but the pension fund has denied the family help.

i knew all you wanted was to ruin my life.

So what? We'll make an appeal.

Appeal, appeal! It's alway this damn appeal!

You can't screw me anymore.

Cut their heads off and throw them in the sea!

-Giovanni, don't twist the neck! -And go have a bath!

-Dive in, dad! -Later. Later.

Mr. Torrenuova, sorry to bother you.

You're no bother, councilman Bartolotta.

Why is it that you're always recriminating?

Not a day goes by when you don't protest...

against councilman x, councilor Y, the Mayor...

Democracy is great because we can speak up.

it's great and all but...

You people are ruining the country

and it's our duty to denounce it.

Without screwing me over.

i don't recall attacking you.

That's what I'm saying. You attack everyone except me.

Should I take it personally? Did i do something wrong?

Sorry, i don't seem to understand.

You understood perfecyly.

At this point, my Party considers me useless.

i'm as useless as a king in Gin Rummy.

it's not funny.

Only the strongest survive, and who are the strongest?

Those who are the talk of the town...

in investigations, flyers, judicial disclosures...

-anonymous letters... -We don't write anonymous letters.

If we have anything to say, we say it in person!

Perfect, then make a flyer against me!

I have lots of skeletons in my closet. I myself will reveal...

them to you.

So we can settle the old score between us.

it's water under the bridge... Youthful venting!

This remains between us, obviously. Just you and me.

Councilman Bartolotta...

that's too many.

This is only the beginning, let's continue the struggle!

Everyone writes! Six pens for 100 lira!

Everyone writes!

This is only the beginning, let's continue the struggle!

Turn around.

It looks nice on her, right Peppino?

Take a few steps.

Turn again and walk back.

Lengthen it by 6 inches.

Too long, it's not the style.

Girls wear skirts above the knees.

-Make it 8. -I'll look like grandma.

Some skirts are this short.

-Some skirts are this short. -Half?

Are you the miniskirt Union? Knee-length looks bad.

But at your rallies you boast about female emancipation!

The more underwear you show, the more emancipated you are?

Fascist!

We haven't finished paying for those earrings!

Fine then, half.

All this basting is confusing.

How do you feel the trousers? The coat's hem?

Let's shorten the sleeves one centimeter.

No, it feels strange.

Let's try another kind.

I'm not sure about the color. What do you mean?

It's totally different in the light, see Mr. Pace?

Let's look at it in the light.

Take it off and we'll try another.

Did you see the optical effect? it's something else!

Nice.

This one fits like a glove.

-So we don't even say hello? -i'm the sinner.

-You need to forgive me. -Don't be silly!

-You're like a brother to me. -So are you.

But remember, I am a "traitor"...

but you'll always be too Left for non-Communists...

A real problem!

The traditional Left Parties, the Socialist traitors...

No other analysis on the Mafia and the power can be accepted...

if it doesn't reflecy the land worker's point of view.

The traditional Left Parties, the Socialist traitors...

impede this opportunity we speak of.

The opportunism of their local leaders...

for example the dirty Reformist, Peppino Torrenuova...

impedes the battle against the Mafia...

and reduces every political line to a mere propagandistic acyion...

that farmhands and farmers no longer feel like carrying out.

Let's see who eats the most! Atack!

A close up!

Hurry up, it's getting cold! Come to eat!

-I've been calling you for hours. -Where were you?

-i'll show you later. -Hurry, or it'll get cold.

Like it?

Kind of.

You're never happy.

Michele, all you do is reading. Leave that magazine and eat.

Baarìa...

Dad, what does Reformist mean?

A Reformist is someone...

who knows that when he bangs his head against a wall...

A Reformist is someone...

who wants to change the world with common sense...

without cutting off anybody's head.

-Who'd you hear that from? -No one.

Who should I have heard it from?

Good morning.

-Can I help you? -Give me something to make me die.

-What happened to you? -Nothing, that's why i want to die.

How do you want to die, quickly or a bit at a time?

-Give me enough time to reach home. -Right, just enough time.

Right, just enough time.

This.

Yes...

Here we are.

In one gulp.

This.

Actually, that'll be 120 lira.

-See you in hell! -Have a good trip.

-Where is he? -Graziella e Paliddo.

-Where is he? -Inside.

Nino.

Nino. Can you hear me?

Peppino...

i hear you, Peppino.

How come i can hear you?

What time is it?

-5:30. -5:30.

Why am i still here?

Be patient. This medicine must be slow...

-it takes its time. -Takes its time... Okay.

-Will I pass on by tonight? -i think so.

It won't take that long!

Luckily!

What a pity!

What a pity! What a pity!

General elections are coming up, you could've helped me.

-We'd never win anyway. -Who knows!

in any case, i accepted.

I accepted.

What?

-The nomination. -For Parliament in Rome?

What a shame. Nino. What a shame.

Do you think the pharmacist tricked me?

Hope so.

I'd hate to lose a vote.

They all agreed to nominate you?

Not all...

but the majority won.

-What should I do, get up? -If you feel up to it.

Tonight...

at 18:30...

in Piazza Madrice...

Italian Communist Party rally!

Comrade Peppino Torrenuova will speak!

-The voice of Christian democracy! -Go on, May 7th!

On May 7th, vote for and endorse...

Congratulations!

-Congratulations, vote! -Long live the newlyweds!

-Meet our candidate. -Very few.

-This afternoon, at 6:30pm... -How did they come in?

Comrade Peppino Torrenuova wll speak.

Fucking Communists!

Vote for the communists once in your life!

Take it.

-The piazza isn't very full. -Not many youngsters.

Very few.

Commissioner said 18:30 on the dot.

-Comrades, gather round. -Go near the stage. We're beginning.

Luigi!

-Good evening. -Nino!

Come closer. Let's begin!

Everyone writes.

Three pens for 100 lira!

Speak up!

Comrades and citizens of Bagheria!

Did eggs break?

No, why?

Tell me.

it seemed like it.

i made you some nice, warm eggs. Hope you like them.

The bride is nice!

Mom, how many eggs are left?

I only had two, i'll go buy you some.

What a pretty bride!

You help the peson, lead him or her to the table...

to the president of the table, who will do it a hundred percent...

then the person can vote.

-Easy, sick people can't run. -Got it.

And remember, a blind person can have company...

even inside the booth.

Agostino, if you want, I can marry her!

-Please, don't make a mistake. -Thank you.

Attanasio, you don't say hi?

Remember, Don Carlo's counting on your family.

Tell him that's guaranteed.

What a bastard, he swore he'd vote for us!

-Dear Attanasio, hello. -He's with the Liberals too.

-Consider it done! -I thank you!

It's a leaf in the air.

-Attanasio, how are you? -Fine, fine.

-Problems with our Party? -Promise is a promise.

-Attanasio, you abandoned us? -We're people who keep our word.

Mother-in-law goes with Christian Democrats...

my wife with Socialists...

my sister-in-law with Liberals...

my son with Republicans, and me with hammer and sickle.

This way, we make everybody happy. Good luck!

-See you. -See you.

Wonder who they're voting for!

My boy, you're making me see stars at noon.

Who am I now, St. Joseph?

Here.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Are you not convinced? -Amusing!

Booth number 2, respect the voter's wishes.

That goes without saying! We're in God's hands.

Come on, auntie.

Two blind folk, two cripples, and a paralytic. Does he have a factory?

Has he got exclusivity?

Can you come with me later to my husband's tomb?

Vote now, aunt Ciccina. i'll take you anywhere after.

-We have to go to the florist first. -Sure, we'll go whole hog!

-Who are you voting for? -Christian Democrats.

Good.

Easy. This is not Jesus Christ.

-What aim! -I'm blind, not stupid!

You sly dog!

-Christian Democracy? -Seven.

-Communist Party? -Three.

-Annulled? -Four.

President, annulled?

We should interpret the voter's intention.

What intention? This is a nice zero.

Just a little gray spot, see?

And accorsing to you this little spot feel on the CP?

Session 9. Communist Party: 81.

-That gives us 30 more votes! -We're winning!

Settle down!

Compared to the local elecyions, we lost one point.

What did the Federation secretary say?

Word from Rome?

it's too soon.

All right, we'll talk later.

Everyone writes!

Three pens for 100 lira!

Who knows what the outcome will be.

For what it's worth coming from me, good luck.

Thanks, councilman.

-Good luck, Peppino. -Thank you.

Listen, read this letter for me.

-it's Social Security. -I figured.

it says your appeal was approved...

they will grant you family allowance and backpay.

Congratulations.

Good night to all.

Comrades, i'll read the general results.

Grandpa Cicco used to say...

that good news must be celebrated.

-What's the good news? -Are we rich?

-I wish. -We're not rich.

Not yet... but...

Come on, try and guess.

Even if dad wasn't elected, he got lots of votes.

These kids don't understand a thing!

Mom and dad...

are expecying another baby boy...

or girl, whichever!

Hooray! You still have it in you, dad!

But of course. What are you thinking?

-Bravo, daddy! -Great, mom!

Let's toast!

Shall we buy another bed.

We squeeze in!

Squeeze in! All the best!

-To the baby boy! -To the baby boy!

-To the baby girl! -To the baby girl!

And the teeth of envious people!

To the fifth child!

Hooray for Baarìa!

Hooray for us!

With cheer and revere, we toast Renato Guttuso here!

Maestro, draw its portrait!

Breathe.

Breathe with your mouth open.

Get undressed.

-Would you prefer if your son left? -No, he can stay.

Sit down, Pietro.

Did you get scared?

Don't be scared, i'm fine.

You're welcome.

Step down.

-Know who that is? -Who?

-The city planning councilman. -City planning?

How can he see blueprints and zoning plans?

There's a whole process.

For example, land apportionment maps...

get sent to an institution...

and they print special ones for him.

Did you bring the dough?

Nice.

Very nice.

Sandwiches, coffee, orangejuice!

Cold mineral water, coffee!

Why does everyone think we're hot-headed?

Maybe because it's true.

Or?

Or maybe because we think we can embrace the world...

but our arms are too short.

All right...

go earn a living.

Car number 4 is leaving.

Straight train to Rome.

You weren't very convincing!

All the better.

Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy!

Awake finally, you rascal? Not even bombs would wake you!

Get out of the way!

When was i dreaming? Before or now?

-Put it down, thief! -it's mine.

-Right, your wife! -Thief!

You crook, if i catch you i'll break your bones!

Cigarettes.

-What took you so long? -i left and returned...

it was only half a minute!

The spit dried up a lifetime ago!

Where'd you go buy the cigarettes, on the moon?

-And you lost 20 lira! -Your fault, you took your time.

Come here, i'll give you 20 lira anyway.

Come here.

i don't want it, gamble it!

Moleque esquentado!

This one's nice and light, look!

Look how it broke!

it cracked open like a nut!