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Wednesday, May 15th, 1996 Saint Isidore, the Farmer

I believe in one God,

the Father almighty,

maker of Heaven and earth,

of all things visible and invisible.

I believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ

the Only Begotten Son of God,

born of the Father before all ages.

God from God, Light from Light,

true God from true God,

begotten, not made,

consubstantial with the Father.

Through him all things were made.

For us men and, for our salvation

he came down from Heaven...

-Get off me, father. -...and by the Holy Spirit

was incarnate of the Virgin Mary

and became man.

Saturday, May 5th, 1962 Saint Irene Martyr

The sheep!

Where is the sheep, boy?

You wanted it!

Look at this!

Where is the sheep?

And you... don't you ever dare.

Donít you dare to lose anything. Ever!

Come here, Gerardo.

I said, come here! Come here!

You must learn to live.

The beasts with the beasts.

The men with the men.

What did I say, Donato.

What did I say, kid? Come here.

Are you scared? Like a woman?

Here!

Eat it.

Eat you too, pussy!

Son of a bitch!

Here, smoke!

And smoke, come on!

That's all yours.

And before it was my grandfatherís and before that

Always of our family.

Take care of that.

Your brother won't make it alone.

He can't

And take care of the sheep!

I BELIVE IN ONE ONLY FATHER

Daddy, the sheep behaved well.

You made them behave well.

Sheep donít think. They are things.

Double-dealing...

your brother has a little less of it.

That idiot does not think at all,

but he is a hard worker.

Ciriaco is a hard worker, you still are not.

Giuseppe, you have to stop it.

Youíre ruining him. Look here!

Did I hurt you, Ciriaco?

Did I hurt you, boy?

See?

And now let's eat.

Not you. Sit with your mother.

What did he do now?

Giuseppe!

Some wine has never hurt anyone.

Eat now, pussy.

I said eat!

Eat faggot!

Come here, shit! Don't you dare.

Don't you dare, Giuseppe.

Don't you dare anymore!

You won't ruin those ones! You won't ruin my children.

You turn into an idiot studying too many years.

When I was in third grade I was already working on the mountain.

He wants to be a singer, that shit faggot.

Drink, Gerardo! Drink.

I care about you.

Did you eat?

Does it hurt?

Now go, go, itís late... Be careful.

They have already swiped four hens from uncle Domenico.

For that bitch of your mother! Go down, Ciriaco.

-May I go? -If Ciriaco will get someone

I'll go down.

And I'll slaughter him.

Gerardo, you have to be alert with the sheep.

I give you the power and you have it over your brother too.

Because Iím giving it to you, or else Iíll take it back from you.

We do not have to be enemies.

You are like me.

Well... Good night.

Good night, father.

Why do you treat them like that?

My father did the same. Itís education.

What education, Giuseppe?!

What education? They're not beasts.

It will help them.

No, Peppe, no.

Promise me or I won't give it to you.

They have to learn the lesson.

There are ways and ways.

And Ciriaco too, Giusè. Ciriaco is your son, too.

-Son of a bitch. -He is your son.

I want you.

Turn around.

He is hurting her.

Father loves us, Donato.

Only you, because you always kiss his ass.

But i love you.

As soon as I can, Gerà, I'll leave

and if I wonít kill him... I'll kill all of his sheep.

All of his sheep!

We live in the country, there is no noise.

We were about to sleep.

Boys,

think what you want to do.

Ask to the Saints. Ask whoever you want.

I won't leave my sheep to Ciriaco.

-Next year... -Next year what?

In September...

I'll have middle....

school.

Well..

This summer you'll learn the job. Then we'll see.

Your mother always manages to convince me.

Go to sleep now.

-What are you thinking? -The same as before.

Sleep, Gerà.

Sleep, goatherd.

Sleep, faggot.

Yo Bianco!!!

What?

Get out! Get out!

Come on.

Sunday, July 24th, 1983 Saint Christina Martyr

A toast

to my children, who got settled.

Both smart and brigth.

They started to make love twenty years ago

so I always had to shear the sheep.

We made a lot of sacrifices.

Anf thanks to my wife... Come here!

The boys have grown well and they left.

So we had more time to get back young.

One moved to the North.

I mean, Iíve been always disgusted by the North.

Milan was such a shit that there was

no one actually speaking its dialect.

Here is the northern!

Milan! Look at him!

Milan!

I live in Tuscany, not in Milan.

Shut up. Shut up! Iím already tipsy.

You interrupt me and I lose track.

There they are! Gerardo and Maria got married.

But this is meaningless, because here there is a family.

A family who loves them.

Because for me Maria...

is like a daughter.

Salute, Maria!

Letís dance! Long live the spouses!!

Finally Gerardo got married with Maria

May life be beautiful, may life be wonderful

And who is behind all of this?

Our brother Ciriaco, who is not a fool.

Actually, Ciriaco, is Concettaís child,

the one who ran away.

Poor Cumpr Giuseppe, he had to raise that child.

And saint Veronica.

Long live the couple, long live Gerardo and Maria.

I was just sixteen when I fucked her and here you are!

Retarded! Retarded!

Retarded!

Wait!

Wait!

-Hello? -Gerardo, mother is dead.

Suddenly.

I'm leaving right now. I'll take you in 5 hours, more or less. Okay?

Gerardo?

Gerardo, do you hear me?

I'm leaving right now, Donato.

Dad is alone.

Sunday, September 17th, 1995 Saint Columba Martyr

Rocco, come back home.

Grandfather is hungry.

Dad, can I stay with uncle?

At least today, come on!

Mom is home.

I'm the only one to know about grandfather's pills.

Okay.

Ciri, take him home before dinner! He has school tomorrow.

Here is the bread.

This time you won, but behave!

Thank you, dad.

Ciri!

Hi uncle, where is every body?

-At Work. -Come eat with me.

I donít eat with faggot.

What are you doing here?

Don't you have a job?

Iím a security guard.

Then I take care of my father.

Now they're looking for extras, men of color for slaves, at Matera.

-Which color? -They didn't tell it yet.

Who knows!?!

Do you want to work? Do you want to live here.

So get the shovel and go in the field to sweat.

You are not my father.

If I were your father you wouldn't reach 18 years old. Understood?

-When I was at the academy.... -You're breaking my balls!

You, the academy, the women, this dick, the fencing,

don't break my ball! Thake this shovel and get the fuck out of here. Work!

-Fuck you! -See you, uncle.

Uncle, I don't really care about the school.

I know, I know... but I like to stay here.

Is it your mother's photo?

-Very beautiful. -Nice whore.

Uncle, don't say that word. It's a bad word.

Maybe it's not true.

In America? She is in America! Yes, I know.

Maybe she'll come back.

She'll be back, don't worry.

Anna, get the liquor.

Why do I have to take this pill?

Father, those are the blood pressure pills.

Get out! What pressure!?! Pour some wine! Pills!

Father, listen to me.

It's 2.3 million net.

Plus 428 head, 62 each,

equal to 26 million, more or less.

-How does it sound? -Good, good.

Carmela, come here.

This is for the breakfast for

you and Rocco, tomorrow.

Then grandfather bought you one more gift.

Here it is, a book. You have to read it all.

What do you say to your grandfather?

-Thank you… -Leave it.

The bus is waiting.

You are big now.

You can go to school either, walking or by bus.

Grandfather, to school on our own?

Yes, school on our own.

Now go to make my bed.

Starting tomorrow, it will be up to your mother to make it

badly, as usual.

Go, go.

Listen, father.

If we sell 50 sheep we’ll break even,

and in four seasons we replace them all.

Good. Do the math right, Gerardo.

-Money is important. -Don't worry, father.

When Domenico will croak,

we’ll get his house and his land.

This was my father’s will.

If Rocco will get a good diploma,

maybe in surveying, we’ll bury uncle Mimino under an oak

or else at the graveyard with a nice tomb stone…

Whatever you say, father. Here they are.

Dad is coming rocco, there he is...

What the fuck!

We are talking about money and you look through the wind!

He stutters and you’re an idiot!

Get the fuck out of here!

The beautiful but sad Ninetta,

the night of our wedding

disappeared into the woods.

There were so many torches on the mountain.

Everybody was looking for her.

She was over 30 years old

and was not marry yet

because her brothers loved,

her so much

so that they wouldn’t let her go, ever.

Since she disappeared,

they can’t stop looking for her.

I actually think she run away

with her charming prince,

into a fairy tale.

What a nice couple!

She’s always a bitch!

Cheers the bride and groom!

Cheers the bride and groom!

What a beautiful couple!

Whore!

They are born this way!

Bitch!

Prostitute!

Ninetta!

Ninetta!

Ninetta!

Ninetta!

Ninetta!

With the vito, vito, vito

With the vito, vito, it goes.

With the vito, vito, vito

With the vito, vito, it goes.

I don't want them to look at me Because I blush.

Ninetta!

Ninetta!

Ninetta!

Get out, boy! Let me play.

Some wine?

No, no, thank you.

Giuseppe…

It’s meat that is hard to be sold.

20 at most, man.

Then, if you’ll bring me some lamb I’ll buy it.

Franco, listen to me.

I’ll bring you 10 lambs for Easter

if you buy 40 sheep, wool and everything else.

And wine?

No… that’s at full price.

It’s made by my uncle. It’s expensive.

Crisis is screwing us, Gerardo.

Money arrives here only thanks to the migrants.

Even seasons are screwed.

Man, see my brother?

God bless him!

He moved to Austria with just his rags.

Really? What is he doing?

Now he is a business man.

He makes 2.5 million per month

16 paychecks per year, plus Christmas, and Easter

Look, look! This is Villach!

-Do you like it? -A lot!

So, why don’t you leave? What are you doing here?

How many children? Two, three? You have a wife.

Two.

And then there is my brother, Ciriaco.

Ah, Ciriaco, the unlucky one.

With that whore mother.

Your father, Giuseppe, made a lot of sacrifices for you.

He wants to see you settled down.

Abandoning him?

You have to take care of your own family.

It’s not your farther business. The Bible says too.

Do you understand me?

If you stay here you’ll be a broke looser.

You have to leave!

Let me sell the wood until April and then I’ll buy all the 60 sheep.

Meanwhile, just leave! Move abroad.

Move to Villach! Listen to me.

Okay.

Do you have his number?

Sure! Here it is.

You have no idea how many people asks me his number.

My brother helps everybody.

My brother, Alfonso

should be named Saint Alfonso!

Time has stopped.

Father, how was Austria?

Austria...

In Austria there were the rich bourgeois.

And as many women as you wanted.

I had four women, but nothing serious.

They were whores.

They would sleep with Curano and Lattazzi too.

Then Lattazzi family moved to Belgium and they all died.

And what about Ciriaco?

Ciriaco..

He was with the nuns.

He was 5 years and 6 months old when I left.

He stuttered already…

When I came back he didn’t talk anymore.

A shit boy.

Before your mother, I spent 5 years alone with a retard.

I’ll tell you something:

Ciriaco’s mother left with a fuking NATO soldier.

There was the NATO base in Naples.

She left in 1952.

I’m sure they were fucking already before.

So Ciriaco is soldier’s son?

No!

No, Gerardo! Ciriaco is my son.

That whore slept with a black man.

When Ciriaco was born he was as yellow as a lemon.

Ciriaco!

Father however,

Alfonso Murano is still in Austria.

What the fuck do you care about Alfonso?

To go to Austria you just need a passport.

Don’t worry.

I’ll start once again to drive the car.

I’ll take care of Maria and the kids.

Neither mention it. I’ll be back.

Thank you.

Let’s go. Don’t be a faggot.

We are Bianco family.

She cursed you too, forever.

Uncle!

Father, there is uncle Domenico.

Here you are!

When did you come back?

How was the surgery?

If you don’t pay they don’t operate you.

And you didn’t pay.

I don’t want to be touched.

Who did you come with?

Filomena, God bless and havd her in glory.

What’s happened to Filomena?

Nothing. I hope something could happen to her.

Don’t complain.

You have a wife at least.

I gladly give her to you.

Uncle, can I ask you something?

What do you know about Austria?

Everything!

From Sissy to Mozart’s balls.

See? Listen to him!

Light the fireplace.

I’m going to wash my hands.

From Sissy to Mozart’s balls…

When did you want to tell me?

I neither know if I’ll go…

What do you think?

I really hope to have our home, Gerardo.

Children are growing up.

Father is helping us.

Look!

Look here.

Gerà, we need the money. Our money.

Grandfather is old.

We can’t leave father alone.

Gerà, how much land is around here?

A home, Gerardo, one just for us.

I never had a house just for us.

That’s why I want to go.

1,3 million per month. It’s a once in a lifetime chance.

Come here, Maria.

In Autumn we’ll have a third one.

Really?

Get on me.

-See you. -Thank you.

Ferruccio!

Gerardo, I already started the fire this morning.

What do I need to go abroad? A passport?

Passport, to go where?

Austro… Hungary...

Austria or Hungary?

Eh, Austro Hungary

Gerardo, I saw you growing up.

Be brave!

Your father already told me, on the phone.

In a couple of months the prefecture will issue your passport.

I thought I had to do all by myself.

But… It’s fine.

Good work then ferruccio, thank you.

Be brave, Gerardo.

Hello?

Alfo?

Alfonso? My friend, how are you?

It’s Gerardo, Gerardino Bianco.

Hey my friend, is there that old bitch?

How old is she now, Gerardo?

I’m getting old.

So you want to come here before retirement?

There is also Cosimo “Nciucio” and Carmelo Gigante here.

Hey man, come here to make some money!

And some fucking!

Ok, we’re waiting for you.

-Good. Good. -Bye, bye.

He is a dumbass.

Cosimo, you’ll go to pick him up. He is a fool.

I’ll do it.

Hey, retard, are you getting them dirty now?

They have to be sold!

What’s this?

Can we wash it? Ah okay.

No, number 8 no.

Give him only the number 4 and number 6.

Come here. Come here

Are you happy? Get out!

Will you tell the children?

No, leave it.

It will still take a couple of months.

It’s better this way.

Those are our business.

Okay.

-What did they say? -Dad is leaving.

Do you want to have a house just for us, Carme?

And a little brother.

But he’ll be back with the money.

Tuesday, March 19th, 1996 Saint FatherJoseph Patron saint of Falcino

Uncle Donato! Aunt Brigida!

Hi uncle!

How big you are!

I can’t stand this cake!

Father, where are you going!

-Come on, father! -I bought in Arezzo.

Arezzo? It expired! It’s moldy.

It’s good!

Father, did you tell Donato the news?

What news? I’m not the one leaving for Austria!

-What about Austria? -He’s going to make money.

Hey Ciriaco, please!

They finally stop playing guitar and you start clapping?!?

Get out! Go plant potatoes.

Let’s relax. It’s a holiday.

Potatoes, father? But… they’re back for your birthday.

Are you still smoking that shit?

Aren’t you still jacking off?

So, what do you think about me moving to Austria.

Alfonso Murano, right?

He’ll settle you down.

You work, he produces, and you make money.

What does he do?

I don’t know exactly.

-Good start, Gerardo. -He needs an accountant, though.

I'm leaving in 9 days.

I’ll see her only when I’ll be back.

Gerà, i came here just for two reasons: the kids and Ciriaco.

-If they need anything… -Thank you, Dona.

You made father fucking mad, when you were playing the guitar.

You don’t understand a fucking thing!

You have to thank that poor woman, who loves you

or else you’d be a cuckold.

I see you lost our accent too.

You don’t have our accent anymore.

-Do you like it? -Yes.

Do you like it, mom?

So, what about you?

Two years will pass immediately.

Have another child before he leaves.

Yes, mommy! A little brother.

Brigida! I'm 43!

So what ?

So what? Do it now, before he leaves.

The little girl is here…

Eh, little the girl…

Maria, you still can do it. At least, try it.

Darling, go comb your hair, and make a long, long braid.

I wanted to listen though.

Just go, my love! Do as aunt told you!

Don’t make me lose my patience.

Brigida, I can’t make it without Gerardo.

Just two years, Maria.

Maybe less.

Have one more child, hurry.

It’s not up to us. This is not our home.

And father was very clear, he doesn’t want any more kids around.

Father?

You didn’t marry father,

who has been Gerardo’s ruin.

Now Gerardo finally got it and you have to support him.

Maria,

listen to me, have a great fuck, as God commands.

Maria, are you making the bed?

Having had two wives, I learned something.

Eh, my dear, one becomes an idiot when he is in love.

I know how I am.

If you dig very deep inside me, you’ll find a different person.

Is just like that.

Until Gerardo returns, I have to be tough.

Make the bed, Maria.

Aba...

I’m sorry… do we know each other?

Gerardo, come on, don’t be a faggot!

They’re Polish.

What the fuck you care, what their names are?

“Bello italiano”, chubby cheeks

I’m from Krakow, Poland.

My name is Aba.

Friday, April 13 th, 1996 Celebration of the holy martyrs

Maria! Maria, this is Gerardo.

Good, good.

Listen,

I can’t make it for Carmela’s birthday.

Okay.

Don’t worry.

I’ll call you, so I’ll wish her happy birthday

Be safe, Gerardo.

Kisses.

Good night.

What did he say?

He won’t make it for the birthday.

He has to work.

It will be a long wait.

He has things to do.

Do you know how many of them never come back?

Let’s go to bed.

First the Sign of the Cross.

Good night.

Go to bed.

Ciriaco, Gerardo’s letter.

Don’t worry, I’ve already opened it.

Everything is fine.

My wife washed the other hat.

She gave me this one.

I’m giving it to you. We’re fine.

Don’t worry. I’ve already read it.

Come on, uncle! Stay with us.

Come on!

Let’s join the beds, Carmela.

Gerardo, uphold the meaning of the Italian stallion.

Or else… you’ll be fired.

Actually, we’re here to drink, to talk, and…I’m married.

I’m not.

We paid 300 bucks each for champagne and fish.

They screwed us and now screw her.

Go, man! Go!

Is Gigante…?

If he has a dick too, I think he is…

Isn’t it a little vulgar?

What time is it in Italy?

The same as here. It doesn’t change.

You’re right.

I liked you since the first day, chubby cheeks.

Of course… I’m not good looking.

That’s not true.

-Maria! -Maria?

Your wife?

Yes, look at this.

This is my brother Ciriaco.

Well… half brother.

The oldest.

This is Maria.

Nice.

-Do you like her? -Yes, she very nice!

But..

Women left alone,

I tell you from experience.

need the man of the house.

We’ve known each other since we were kids.

Do not put your hand in the fire.

I don’t know you.

You don’t know us.

You smell funny.

Yes because..

Since I was a child, in town,

they called me sludge, but only as a kid.

You know…

You never shut up.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death...

Father! Father, do you need anything?

Aren’t you cold.

No, I’m fine, thanks.

In my room it’s fucking cold.

What’s wrong?

Gerardo.

Gerardo?

Gerardo is a man.

A man.

He acts like a man.

All women are whores.

Don’t worry about it.

You’ll come with me up to the mountain, tomorrow.

Maria...

Maria, we are family!

Wednesday, May 15th, 1996 Saint Dionisia Martyr

Maria..

Maria, come here!

124 sheep are too many.

They eat twice per day.

We can’t make it. They offered me good money.

Ciriaco is not able to take care of them anymore.

If the ram will do its job

we’ll have more or less the same amount

of sheep once again in two years.

At the same time of Gerardo’s return?

I don’t know… if Gerardo will come back.

Excuse me, father...

What did you mean about Gerardo?

Sit.

Do you remember Sebastiano?

Yes.

Cosimo’s brother

the one in Albania, left his wife and children here

and now is taking care of three women

having a beautiful life over there.

And yet he’s sending money, but he left his family.

But not Gerardo. Not Gerardo.

Not Gerardo? Gerardo is taking care of a woman.

Ok, I hope he’s not doing it too!

But you have to face the truth.

He left home only for 48 hours before you got married.

Maria

that’s Domenico’s land

where that whore of my first wife cheated on me

with a soldier, an African.

African?

Yup, African, from America.

A black from the NATO base in Naples.

Giuseppe “the Moufflon” raised Ciriaco

all by myself, since he was a little boy. He was a stutterer, what a disgrace.

Then an accident and he stopped talking.

All by myself, Maria.

And then I emigrated.

Did you have a woman over there too?

Not just one, Maria.

I could have as many women as I wanted.

May I have your knife?

What do you have to do with a knife?

I have to cut cheese.

Get the knife.

Thank you.

I could have as many women as I wanted.

But once I met Veronica

I have always been correct and faithful.

Concetta was a stubborn donkey, a bastard.

And I beat her so much though.

I was about to fall in love

when I was in Milan.

But I had to take care of my father, and my son, who was a problem.

Today we have subsidy for handicapped children

but back then when you had one you kept him or you sold him.

But to whom?

He was a stutterer and violent.

He wanted his mother, that whore!

Then… my father

got sick… cholera.

He beat us so much when we were kids!

I still remember it.

It was right.

Father always told us it

was for our own good.

Then he died.

I felt so sorry for him.

His skin was purple.

Maria, he writhed in sheets and smelled so bad.

But I didn’t care.

I hugged my father as well.

I hugged him so strong.

Do you know what did he do once?

He kissed me,

here.

He gave me a kiss.

A kiss, Maria.

Do you love me, Maria?

Of course, father.

Family is important.

But children, come first.

Retarded, take care of the sheep.

Don’t look at me, go!

Get out!

Let’s go home, fuck!

Come!

Father, where are you going?

We keep the sheep here.

We are half mile far from home. Come!

Jesus, Maria, come here!

Maria! Maria!

No! No! No!

Kiss me, Maria. Kiss me!

Come here. Shut up.

No! No!

Don’t try to resist.

You already know how this is going to end.

Lie down.

Get down, Maria.

This way, Maria.

This way.

Say you like it.

Say you like it, Maria.

Say you like it.

You are a whore, a prostitute.

You are like the other one, a whore.

Say you like it, whore!

Good evening, grandfather.

Mom, what happened?

Nothing.

Rocco, Carmela

Go to play, come on!

Yeah! Let’s go!

Maria, wash your face, you look like shit.

Hurry, you have to start cooking.

Maria

Gerardo won’t come back.

Get over it.

Maria, come here!

Come here, Maria!

Don’t make me angry! Come, Maria!

Come.

Come.

Come, Maria!

Come, Maria!

Come, Maria!

Come, Maria!

Come here.

Come here.

I want you, Maria.

Take off your dressing gown.

Take it off!

Don’t talk, please. It’s all I ask you.

Don’t talk.

Mom, come sleep with us!

Of course.

-Dad called? -No.

Carmela, wait! I’ll come with you.

Walking?

Are you sure it’ll take just 20 minutes?

Rocco is taking the bus.

Maria! Any news from Gerardo?

Good morning, Maria!

I want to show you something.

Look at those photos.

This is Vienna.

Isn’t it beautiful? Do you like it?

Didn’t he send any letter?

That’s strange. Emigrants always write letters.

Brother, tell Gerardo to write!

Just some money wires with a short messages.

Can call from here?

At this time of the day they don’t answer.

And it’s an international call…

it’s quite expensive.

-Hello Erminia! -How can I help you?

Maria, did you get hurt?

If he calls, can you tell him that our phone is not working?

-Of course! -Thanks.

That shameless whore!

Erminia!

Giuseppe is screwing her!

I went up to the hill to get some asparagus…

It took my voice away…

Oh my God! Oh my God!

I run away.

-Hello? -Maria, this is Gerardo!

How are you?

Gerà!

I’m fine

but when will you visit us?

Listen, I thought we could meet in Arezzo in the summer.

What do you think?

Donato can pick up you and the children.

Are you happy?

Of course I am! I can finally see you again!

Great! Ok, now I have to work.

Say “hi” to father.

Bye, Maria.

Bye, bye.

Sunday, August 11th, 1996 Saint Susanna, Martyr

Here! Cover yourself!

You suck with all that makeup.

And when Gerardo will come back… shut up!

I’ll deal with him.

Because if a man is a man,

he doesn’t leave his wife and children.

You sent him away.

What did you say?

Stand up!

I beg you, don’t take my children.

Maria, do you love me?

Do you love me?

What do you want? Go downstairs!

Get out, retarded!

Get out, retarded!

Maria, I told you.

If they start talking in town

you are the whore.

And forget your children, because either Gerardo takes them

or Giuseppe takes them!

Maria...

-What’s wrong? -Nothing.

Is it everything ok at home?

Yes, everything is fine. Don’t worry.

And what about the guitar?

Grandfather doesn’t let me play it.

Uncle...

grandfather is hurting mom.

Let’s get an ice cream.

Ok.

Everybody ice cream?

Yes, let’s go.

I’m coming.

Listen Donato,

you left twenty years ago, mind your business.

So, when will you come back for good?

Accounts are deeply wrong at Murano’s

I have to tell you.

They’re not making enough money, and neither do I.

Maria, we saved too little.

If things don’t change, I’ll have to make a decision.

And what about our house, Gerà? You promised.

Maria, what are you doing?

No!

No, Gerardo!

No! No, Gerardo!

No, Gerardo! No!

No, Gerardo! No

Do you have another woman in Austria?

What are you talking about, Maria?

Come on…

Come on, Maria.

Get on top of me.

It’s been 5 months that I’ve wanted you.

You all are treating us like animals, Gerardo.

I just need more time, Maria.

The house.

Don’t come back without the house.

I can’t live in that cage with your father anymore.

No!

What are you doing with those letters?

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Give it to me!

They’re bullshit!

They’re bullshit!

He just wanted to fuck you as long as you were young, you whore!

He is my husband.

Your husband? Don’t forget I got you married.

Gerardo will come back, and then what?

Maybe I didn’t give enough kicks in the ass to him.

He promised me.

Truth is he’ll be back. He’ll be back!

-Do you think so? -Yes, he will!

Let me show you something.

Look! Look at this!

What is this ?

He is screwing her. And maybe another one too.

He is your son.

My son, Maria.

Remember this,

You also are cheating on him, because you’re spleeping with me.

Don’t forget you’re sleeping with me, Maria!

Do you understand? You’re cheating too!

This is all mine!

You all are mine!

You, your children, everybody!

Knee down!

Knee down, Maria!

Down!

Down, Maria!

So?

So, look at this.

We are missing a lot of money.

It has been like this ever since, though.

I can’t find it.

-We have to understand what is going on. -You don’t have to understand.

Actually, it’s better for you not to know, Gerardo.

We are talking about several millions, Alfonso.

Gerardo, this is why I have to let the accountant go.

I thought you got it.

Of course I got it! It’s simple math.

I know, Gerardo. I know.

Do you have a solution?

No, but…

Don’t say anything, Gerardo.

After hiring three of you, now I have to hire one of them.

But how?

Close the account in December

and get rid of everything that doesn’t sound right.

I’m sorry.

You’ll spend Christmas at home, Gerardo.

Wait, Alfonso. I can’t.

How much do you need, Gerardo?

Well, right now…

-How much do you need, Gerà? -I don’t know.

You’re a good man and I feel sorry for you.

But I know that, sooner or later, you’ll talk.

And here I can’t risk it.

I knew it!

I knew I shouldn’t hired anybody else from Italy.

Money got laundered

and given back with a fee that neither you or I may know.

Then a huge paycheck is back in my hands and I share with others.

-So? -How much do you want?

I thought I would work here 2 or 3 years.

Let’s do this way.

I’ll pay you 19 months more in December, before you’ll leave.

And I’ll give you this…

How does it sound?

Really? It’s 40 million.

More or less.

Wait.

As soon as you arrive in Italy you’ll change the money I gave you

and you’ll send me back this…

-Where can I change so much money? -This is your fucking business.

Same thing if they catch you.

You have three children.

No, just two.

Then there is my brother Ciriaco.

See? They’re three.

Now have fun and do not make any promise.

They’re poor girls.

They forget quickly and however it would be pointless.

You won’t come back here anymore.

Your business always first.

And listen to me, just forget about Villach and Carinthia.

If someone asks you

just say that you were an emigrant

and you made good money, period.

-So… -What’s going on?

Just work.

Do you want to go?

Look who’s there!

-Who’s there? -The moufflon.

My brother?

Man, he’s screwing her. He’s fucking her.

Husband has emigrated and the lady has consoled herself.

You are talking about my brother

and my nephew, Jesus fucking Christ!

Well, you know your brother!

And she grew up as an orphan, Domenico.

Paolino, can you call Giuseppe Bianco for me?

Friends are joking, Domenico.

Was it a joke?

-They are just joking. Aren’t you? -Of course, Domenico.

We are still like kids.

Don’t do it again. It’s not nice.

You can say anything but that about my family.

You can’t say that!

And now some wine, s'ilvous plait.

Bianco Domenico,

Don Domenico is paying

you boors!

Giuseppe,

do you remember when mother died?

Domenico, here you are!

When mother died…

I remember the funeral.

And then I remember the beatings.

Because you were an asshole, and you’re still an asshole.

And you?

You too?

You too against me!

You’re listening to the gossip in town!

Maria is a whore.

She is the one always looking for me!

I got them married.

You’re my brother. I know you.

I know you! Don’t tell me bullshit.

Jesus Christ, do not tell me bullshit

-Or else I’ll shoot you! -You shooting me?

You shooting me?

You’ve always been out of mind!

Domenico...

Domenico, I’m not going to lose one more woman.

You won’t take Maria away from me.

Giuseppe, you’re disgusting. You disgust me.

And you disgusted father too.

Shoot!

Shoot!

He is your son, Giuseppe. Your son.

I’m already dead.

I’m dead, Giuseppe.

Noble Man Domenico Bianco, 81 years old.

His wife Filomena, his son Luciano, his brothers Attilio and Giuseppe

the town of Falcino give the sad announcement of his death.

Funeral will be held tomorrow, March 16th, 1997 at 10:30am.

The funeral procession will start from Bianco’s home, Via Umberto I n°5.

Funeral will be held in S.S. Ciriaco and Emiddio Church of Falcino.

-Hello? -Hello father.

How are you?

Fine. So…?

I’m almost done here in Austria

There are some issues with Alfonso Murano.

I’ll be back soon.

So, you’re about to come back.

Are you happy?

Of course I’m happy!

Can I talk to Maria, father?

Maria is sleeping.

Don’t worry. I’ll tell her.

Okay father. Good night.

Well...

now I have to go.

40 sheep, 1 mutton, goats, hens...

Neither my grandfather ever had only 40 sheep.

I’m talking to you and you look at yourself in the mirror.

Look at this. Look!

I did it for you and the kids.

I sold half of my sheep for you.

This bed is comfortable.

We’ll do it here, tonight.

Because I sleep here now.

Gerardo won’t come back.

Otherwise…

Gerardo comes back. I don’t give a shit.

I’m sleeping here.

Rocco! Rocco!

Grandfather is in mom and dad’s room.

It’s about money, Carmela. It’s about money.

But you do not mention it to dad, otherwise he’ll be mortified.

What about money?

They’re counting money.

If dad finds out that his money is not enough

he’ll be offended.

Maybe he would come back.

Promise me, Carmela.

You won’t say anything.

That is adults’ stuff.

We’re still young.

As soon as I grow up, Carme..

As soon as I grow up.

Come on, come to sleep in my bed.

I’ll kill him, uncle.

I’ll kill him.

Monday, October 28th, 1996 Saint Cirillo, Martyr

Gerardo! Gerardo, no!

Gerardo! Come back!

No!

Gerardo!

Murano, you’re a piece of shit!

You’re a piece of shit!

I’m sorry Aba. But I can’t stay.

We’ll wait for you.

I love you.

I love you, Aba!

Murano...

You piece of shit!

Maria!

Have you see how beautiful your mother is?

You’re so beautiful, Maria!

Here it is, Luciano.

Aunt, I’ll wait for you downstairs.

You go. I’m coming.

Mom, we’re going to be late!

No, your mother have to take care of my pills.

Go!

-Grandfather, but… -I told you that your mother,

have to take care of my pills.

Get out!

Ciriaco, put these potatoes down, and go!

Listen to me, Maria.

He is all yours, at least for today.

If you decide to tell him, it’s your problem.

You won’t see your children anymore.

Don’t you dare neither mention my children!

Can you understand?

So you’ll always remember of me.

You are dressed like a whore.

But you’re a whore!

Grandfather! Grandfather!

Dad is here!

Here you are. You made money.

Whit these we can build an house and a pool.

See, Maria? House and pool!

I want also to build a playground for the kids.

In Austria, in the northern Countries

there are playgrounds at every corner.

Listen, Gerardo...

Why don’t you take the North side of the house

making an apartment out of it?

Land is for agriculture

and I have grown attached to… the kids.

Thanks for your offer, father…

actually, we were thinking…

Don’t you like my idea, Maria?

It’s an idea. It’s…

Really, Maria?

The freedom to be alone

I mean, it’s all right.

But we are a family.

We can’t leave the land, we have to work it.

Truth is I’m tired.

And I need Maria here

to cook, to clean the house.

You’ll work the land.

I’m getting old.

I can’t get another wife anymore.

Who said that?

Besides, how much does a renovation cost?

Because..

Instead of the sheep, we can buy cows

we can become milk producers.

What did you say?

“The Bianco’s Milk”!

Good idea!

Ciriaco can move into the room…

I really love the idea…

the name “Bianco’s Milk”… because milk is white, “bianco”.

I like this double meaning.

-Bravo! -Ciriaco can helps us,

and with 40 cows and everything brand new

we will have almost recovered all the money for the end of the year.

Gerardo, shake my hand!

Bravo!

See Maria, Gerardo became a man.

What are you reading?

“Liberal Socialism”, father.

Did you become a communist?

No, it’s just a motto.

“Know your enemy”

Gerardo, Maria knows everything.

What?

About Austria.

She has found out.

Jesus, what did you eat last night?

You can do it tomorrow, Maria.

Come here, Maria.

I’ve been abroad for years… Come here.

You can do it tomorrow. You have time.

Do you want me to turn off the light?

Come on top of me, Gerardo.

On top.

Come.

Are you happy I’m back?

Come here, Rocco!

Good boy!

Carmela, sweet girl, are you happy I’m back?

Here I am! How are you?

Look at you! You made money.

Brigida, let me hug you.

Why that face?

-Come on, smile! -Hello, aunt.

-Hello, Aunt. -Hi

Play some music, Luciano.

Maria, we invited all town.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

Father, nobody showed up.

This playground is for everybody.

Anybody can come and play here at “Villa Maria”.

We’ll celebrate as well.

Come on, Luciano, play some music!

Yes!

Thank you, Gerardo.

And welcome back.

Play your accordion, Luciano.

Don’t stare at me. Just play!

Maria, go to dance, the same you did at your wedding.

Come on, have fun!

Gerardo, go dance you too!

Come on, Gerardo, you look so nice…

Do I?

-Of course! -I’m dancing.

-Dance! Dance! -Look at me, Maria!

Come dance with me, Maria.

-Dance! -My feet hurt!

Dance, Maria! Come on!

My feet hurt!

Stop it!

What the fuck! Can’t you see?

Don’t you have anything to say?

Donato, you don’t know shit about life!

You don’t know shit about life!

Sit your ass down, Donato!

Sit down!

Sit down!

Donato, he is our father! What are you doing?

He is your father, not mine!

If you have something to say, just say it!

Show some balls, you faggot!

Donato, drop it! Let’s go!

Fuck you!

And fuck you too!

You don’t understand anything! Not a thing!

Get out!

If I knew I wouldn’t spend so much money!

Father, can you tell me what’s going on?

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep, Gerardo.

Thank you, dad.

You’re the best father in the world.

The playground is amazing!

My love, you’re so beautiful!

I’m so lucky having you!

Nothing happened, dad

Don’t worry.

Thanks for the playground

even if I’d like more a pool.

However, thanks for being here, finally.

Give me a kiss.

Thank God you are here!

Aunt.

Aunt, are you leaving?

I’m going to Rome, at uncle Attilio’s, the priest.

We have some dignity. And you should have too.

We are religious people. Do you understand me?

Did something happen while I was in Austria?

Everything has happened!

I’m sorry I couldn’t make it for uncle’s funeral.

-Funeral... -I was working.

Besides, I always loved uncle Domenico.

He loved you too.

But he saw everything.

He knew.

Your relatives killed him.

-How so? -How?

With their sins.

He wrote you a letter.

To me?

He died of a broken heart.

On the verge of death, with the last breath he had,

he said “Poor Gerardo! Poor son!”.

I can swear it now, swear to Saint Egidio,

may an earthquake kill me, I’m telling the truth!

-Did you read it, aunt? -No, absolutely not!

Aunt…

Yes, this is the gossip in town.

Listen to me, Gerà.

Listen to me

you are cuckolded.

Go away. Go back to Austria.

Take your children ad go away.

Or else, go to Rome.

Since you were a child you wanted to be a priest.

Go to Rome.

I’m leaving too.

I’m closing the house and leaving for good.

But before I leave I’ll have the house blessed

and I’ll leave the key only to you.

Listen to me, Gerardo, go away,

and never come back.

Would you sing something for me?

Oh, freedom

Oh, freedom

Oh freedom over me

And before I'd be a slave

I'd be buried in my grave

And go home…

Fuck you!

And what about the Polish woman?

How was she?

What are you saying, Maria?

You know it’s not true.

You know it’s not true. Not me.

And what about the photos?

What about it?

She was just a friend.

She wanted it, but…

I didn’t.

Not Gerardo.

It’s better not knowing.

I don’t want to argue, Maria.

We have to leave this place.

Our house is ready.

After the holidays.

-Gerà... -After the holidays.

Hello?

It's me.

Finally,

chubby cheeks, how are you?

It’s strange… and you?

And… I’m sorry.

Don’t worry.

It happens.

I don’t know if I’ll ever come back.

I have family and my father.

I decided to take the risk.

Don’t need to be sorry.

It has been beautiful.

Aba, I’m a liar.

I know.

I did love you.

Me too. I mean it.

But, are you…

are you pregnant with my child?

Because I want to…

-My family would understand if… -Don’t worry.

I aborted, Gerardo.

I gave up.

I couldn’t make it alone.

You did right Aba.

You did right.

I’ll talk you later.

No!

No!

Gerà...

This is all mine.

This is my home too.

My home, my stuff!

How could you, father?

What do you care? You faggot!

Maria!

Tell this faggot that you love me.

What did you do, Maria?

Tell me, since when you love my father?

Gerardo, get out!

Get out! You’re not a man.

You don’t have balls.

Beasts are better than you.

Beasts fight for females.

You don’t. And why?

Because she is my property.

My property.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go away you too.

It’s all mine!

This is all mine.

It has always been only mine.

Gerardo!

Gerardo!

Gerardo!

Hey uncle, where are you going?

Father!

Father!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Father!

The precious life of Gerardo Bianco, 47 years old, has come at a tragic end.

His wife Maria, his father Giuseppe, his children Rocco and Carmela,

his brothers Donato and Ciriaco, and all his relatives give

the sad announcement of his death.

Funeral will be held tomorrow, March 31st, 1998 at 10:30am.

Funeral will be held in Saint Domenico Church of Arezzo.

This is a stone that we took from the mountain 40 years ago.

When we were free.

Freedom, Gerardo.

Freedom.

I want to write this essay for my dead father.

Dear dad, I say good bye to you forever,

not having seen you for a last time.

You knew about grandfather and mother.

It really hurt you.

You killed yourself for mother’s love,

and because grandfather has always been a bad person and a liar.

He used to hurt mother.

Dear father, everybody says you committed suicide

because you knew.

I’m telling you: grandfather is the only one to blame.

Uncle Ciriaco has been tied to a pole like a dog,

and mother sleep every

night with grandfather,

but he is not my father.

I hope he’ll leave as soon as possible.

I love you dad. I miss you.

Rocco! Rocco, it’s for you!

The army. The postcard.

It arrived!

Thank you, father!

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2002

Saint Rita of Cascia, Patroness of abused wives and heartbroken women

-Hello? -Carmela?

Rocco, finally!

Uncle Donato is not picking up the phone either.

Uncle is out of town.

I’m not at his place. I don’t go there very often.

I got some friends.

How is it?

What, freedom?

Nothing special.

Rocco, you left me alone.

Alone!

And what about mom?

Since you left, she is barely talking.

Grandfather beats her and she cries.

I can’t take it anymore.

Carme...

What about school?

Did they ask you anymore questions?

Everybody stare at me.

Everybody know.

We’re all son of a bitch in their eyes.

How do you explain?

It’s two more years, Rocco. Two!

-I’m dying here. -I’ll bring you here, Carmela.

Don’t worry. Just finish school.

Carmela, who is it?

Is it Rocco?

Rocco?

Let me talk to him.

Rocco? Rocco!

Hello?

He hanged up the phone.

He hanged up, Maria.

Thursday, August 8th, 2002 -I believe in one God,

the Father almighty,

Saint Ciriaco of Rome, Martyr and Exorcist, co-patron of Falcino

maker of heaven and earth,

of all things visible and invisible.

I believe in one Lord Jesus Christ...

Grandfather, what are you doing?

Carme..

You’ve turned into a real woman.

A woman.

A beautiful woman.

Grandfather!

-I love you, Carmela. -Grandfather!

Come here.

No grandfather, no.

Please. No.

I love you, Carmela.

No grandfather, no.

Mom! Mom!

Mom! Mom!

-Shut up! -Ciriaco!

You did not have to take them out.

They were perfectly fine down here.

In this way you’ll stop talking like a fool for sure.

I cursed forever.

Forever.

Father?!?

Help me, Maria.

No!

Carmela! No!

Help me, Ciriaco.

Help me.

It hurts. It hurts.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Help me, Ciariaco! I love you!

This is all mine!

All women are mine.

Everything is mine.

Everything.

Everything.