Original subtitles

It's not easy to understand.

Worker power!

It's not easy to know.

Shout... burn... destroy.

Yes, this... this is already done.

Worker power! Worker power!

They say we are children of privilege.

But does someone know more?

Does someone.... please... know more?

STOP THE RAIN (THE PACIFIST)

Worker power! Worker power!

Worker power! Worker power!

Worker power! Worker power!

Commissioner, we're not doing anything?

Be good... you want to get killed?

Let them scream, if they want!

Sir, excuse me, what do you think of the protest? It's for TV.

- The TV? It'll be seen? - Yes.

I say: ''What do they care about workers! Aren't they students?

They should study!''

- Madam? - Who, me? - Yes.

What do you think of these young people?

I don't understand them! I know the tomatoes are growing.

- Tomatoes? - Yes, sorry.

Tourists making chaos, others with truncheons...

rallies, politics... no one works anymore!

- And so the tomatoes grow. - Ah!

- Excuse me, father... - What? - Father, it's for TV!

You're a priest, what do you think of the protest?

Very good. They're young, pure. In a material world, with naked women, no God...

- they protest. They want God. - Hello, studio?

As you can hear, the opinions are many. We close with the voice of the protagonists.

The youth of this disquieting generation.

Come on, guys! Speak up! Louder!

Workers, students, united in struggle!

Workers, students, united in struggle!

- OK, protest, but at least wash your feet! - Barbara? - Yes?

- Not yes, oui! - Oui! - Not oui, oui ma mère!

- Ugh, what a drag! - Barbara!

Not here... at the Sacred Heart institute!

Alitalia announces the departure of flight AZ...

- Sergei Abramov? - That's me.

- Passport, please. - Here it is.

- Where is your flight from? - Moscow.

- Student? - Yes. Architecture.

Go ahead.

- Sergei, don't go with them! - They're my friends, mother!

- No, you don't have friends here. - Mother, we grew up together.

- But you know they're different. - Mother, mother, mother!

Barbara, my daughter, you seem so distant. What is it?

- Nothing, mom, I'm pregnant! - No! How did it happen?

Technically you have some idea, no? But if you want to know the particulars...

- But Barbara! - Come on, mother, it's not true...

- don't you want me to be careful? - But Barbara!

- So you found interesting stuff? - You provoked them, Lupo?

They do it themselves. I'm useless!

- No, that's it! - Hello, hello, hello!

Lupo is at the microphone, the legendary resistance hero!

- What should I do? Sing? - Talk about the youth.

Who knows the young! They start from where we left off and go forward.

- And then? - Then they don't trust us. Maybe they're not wrong.

- Indeed. Are you an old fox? - Me? Why?

- Because the young ruffle you. - It's politics!

- Yeah! - You know, parties are like Dracula, they need fresh blood...

- You're not recording, right? - No... legendary hero!

Don't worry!

Among the roses and violets...

there is also a lily...

How cute they are! So full of life, so young...

and already such assholes!

...to the mother superior!

Long live the mother superior! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Yes, sure, the others are fine. But who cares, I say!

The sisters, my friends, everyone knows that when you come to visit

a young blonde waits for you in the car! Are you ashamed of that?

Come on daddy, come here! Let's look each other in the face.

And don't run away! What are you ashamed of?

Screw in peace, and then goodbye!

Sonia... Sonia, I won't go without you. I can't be alone.

I need you. I need everyone.

I can't get rid of you and the others like shedding my skin...

And then, Sonia, how do I start? There's you, my mother, friends...

and all the people who love me. You hold me, Sonia!

You close me off! Because you are those who love you!

So you are born Jewish. So you don't step out!

I know, Sonia, I won't leave... I can't leave, I won't ever... ever!

Sergei!

Look at those people! And why?

We wake up easy!

Well... not bad! Blond, cruel smile...

What to do? Dance the tango!

Hey, sleeping beauty, can I ask what you want?

Oh God, what does he want now? Mother, he's a brute!

And during the day as well! No, not the brute of the day!

Go, Barbara, go! Come on, sweetheart! Naturally!

But there are still the others! But how cute they are!

And now? Hey, you people!

Oh no, not the car! I work with that!

- There he is again! - Are you a dirty journalist from ''Worker Power''?

- Who, me? No. - Do you work for the party?

We've watched you for a while. Are you from the Student Movement?

- No, no. - Give me the car keys!

What? The keys? Why should I give you the keys?

Here you go!

Come on! Let's go, guys, come on!

- Come on, harder! - Hey... but I'm a journalist!

What do you want with the car?

Who cares... it's all insured.

- Halt! Ready engine? - Engine ready!

- Spread gasoline? - Gasoline spread!

- Ready match? - Match ready!

Fire!

The police! Incoming!

The police! To death!

Long live the police! Long live the police!

I let myself be arrested because I'm from the right.

I admire you police, but we don't want to become a red colony!

- Ah... the 7th cavalry has arrived!

- Can I help you? - A little late, I'd say!

Some other time.

Sorry, but I can't do anything else. Now the firemen are here to take over.

- Ah... they're here! - I just do society's cleaning, understand?

A kind of street cleaning force!

No, Barbara, don't fall for the beautiful face, dear!

You're upset. Don't try to be funny!

This is violence, do you realize? The car!

It's like killing a person.

I can't, I can't! How could I do it?

One, two, three, four, five! One, two, three... turn, five!

One, two, three... Barbara! -Yes?

- You went away. Watch the others! - I'm watching them, professor!

- Why don't you move with them? - What do I know? I can't!

Glory to God who is our father. We mean to say...

- Barbara! - Yes?

Close the window. What do those people want?

Nothing, mother. They want God who is their father.

But it must be nice to have a father or even a God...

who watches your back, who protects you from...

Barbara! Barbara! What happened?

I don't know!

- You got sick? - Someone hit me!

- Someone? - What a beautiful day!

- Who? - I don't know... even you... or maybe the CIA.

- You seriously think it was me? - No, no.

- Can I do anything? - Thanks.

- I'd like a taxi. - Yes, I'll get one for you!

- Would you mind going with me? - Why not? I'm honored!

- Unfortunately I'm engaged. - Really? But think!

- Come. You're southern? - Well... originally!

- How did you know? - Stroke of genius. I get them.

Fucking hell, who is it now?

- It's me. Can I come up? - Sorry, darling, but I'm not alone!

- Ah, bravo! - Wait a moment. - Sure.

- Thanks. - At your service!

I'll wait in the car.

Barbara, did something happen? You know this is Marisa's time.

So many girls.

I brought you a newspaper. Your piece is on page 4... I cut a bit.

- Ugh! - I had to! - Who knows the inner struggle!

- What's the matter? - Nothing, dear, just someone who wants me with the fishes.

- How do you mean, sorry? - Stone dead! A corpse!

- Dead, in fact! - What does it mean?

Why don't you skip Marisa for a few days?

- Someone wants to kill you? - I'd say yes.

You know when they tried and almost succeeded?

Barbara, you're saying something very... are you sure?

- Certain, no, but... - Listen to me.

This is a typical modern neurosis. Freedom = solitude = fear.

- You know it all! - See, you run. - I know, sorry.

You women with your equality have refused the protection of men

and now you feel orphaned... unprotected.

- So? - You need a man.

A companion.

- For me it's only sexual. - Your grandmother!

Dear, you've ruined Freud!

Without Freud you'd be the same idiot, but at least you'd use your own words!

Be patient! How can I ask your advice and you pull out this talk radio crap!

You see, it's just like I said. You're aggressive because you're afraid.

Darling, fuck off.

I'm not afraid. I'm terrified!

- Alright, tell me what happened. - No.

- I only want the facts. - Another time.

But I... I'm really a fool.

I think yesterday was your birthday and I completely forgot.

- Me too! - Wait, I'll get you something.

Maybe, say, a flower... a rose!

Sure... red!

After that flash of personality and my nice red rose, I'll be quiet.

Goodbye, fellow man.

Now I feel protected.

Seeing that the excited crowd showed no sign of calming,

he had water brought to him. And with it, before everyone,

he ostentatiously washed his hands.

- Don Filippo! - What is it, Michele?

- Can I go to drink? - Now?

I'm thirsty.

Thank you for accepting. I shouldn't be alone.

Doctor's orders, you know.

Bastards! Burning a woman's car is bad manners besides!

Sometimes I'd like to teach these young people a lesson.

''What sons of bitches are you?'' with all due respect, excuse me.

- They'll have children too, I guess. - Not yet.

My girlfriend doesn't want to. Not for her, for the family.

- His family. - He who?

The husband. My girlfriend married a northerner years ago.

A bad marriage! Without understanding!

But five kids. You don't have five kids with someone who doesn't understand you!

I even said to her: ''Carmela, why not divorce, so we can marry!''

Right! You get engaged because you want your own family, not someone else's.

Nothing doing. She's against divorce! She's very religious, you know.

Now you can look ahead, Sergei,

because in Italy being Jewish isn't considered a crime.

You'll find many friends. You can study, choose a job

and get married if you want. And live as a good Jew.

- I'll do more, rabbi. - More than live as a good Jew?

Much more. I want to fight!

For my people, for my mother. Against this injustice.

Here? Are you crazy? Here, Sergei...

Light trigger finger. Support the butt with your shoulder. Short bursts.

- What's your name? - Sergei.

- Sergei? Sounds like a Russian name. - I'm Russian.

The commander knows? I'm talking to you. Look me in the face!

Alright, shoot!

Calm down, Sergei!

- Why? Why? Why? - Because that's how it is!

It can happen. It's nothing. It's not a question of blood.

We're a man and a woman, Sergei, not a Jew and a Christian!

Kiss me, Sergei, kiss me!

- You Want me? - Yes. Of course.

- You can't... can't take me? - No. No, I can't!

Why don't you go. Go! Get out of my life!

A beautiful woman, so lonely and attractive,

I mean, it's a temptation!

You can't continue like this.

You need a man, a boyfriend...

If you want, I'm just saying...

- What do I owe? - I understand, it's no.

- 2600. - Here.

- Thanks anyway. - You're welcome.

Calm down, Barbara. Barbara, listen to me...

Who wanted the house connected to the garden

at holy mother earth level

with so much light, and so many windows,

and so with the easy brute, who wanted that, little girl?

There he is! That son of a...

As if the waiter had to come right now!

Actually, no. Thank goodness he came right now!

That is, but... that one came. I've never seen him.

Maybe they're changing waiters?

Of course, Barbara. They're changing waiters!

It can't be. Why just today! And why not?

Calm down, Barbara. It's alright! Yes, hopefully.

But no. This one is a longhair. Don't you see he has long hair!

So, it's a waiter with long hair. But I don't trust him!

Alright, Barbara, stay hidden!

Skinny though. A little hunchbacked too.

If the hitman has to strangle me, it'll be difficult, poor thing!

Waiter. Stupid idiot, he's a waiter!

Look at him, even a sissy!

No, maybe not. Maybe he's just elegant.

Look at him! He's an aesthete. He doesn't set, he decorates!

Barbara, what do you want to do? Spend the night back here?

Good evening!

- You're the new waiter? - Yes, ma'am.

You're new to me, I'm new to you.

Maybe we'll grow old together. I talk too much!

- It's true I talk too much? - Yes, maybe yes. - Yes!

Listen, I... I'm not hungry. Why don't you eat?

- Me? - Yes. - Here? - Yes.

- Where? - Sit down!

- Are you hungry? - No.

Never mind.

Eat!

Omelet and a little salad!

Good people eat very poorly. For the figure!

- I scare you? - A little.

A little wine, alright? No, stay there.

Don't be so embarrassed.

It sounds strange, but in China the woman always serves the man.

Like in Italy!

Drink!

Go on!

I hope it's not poisoned. But it's difficult, poison is so out of fashion.

- You're really not hungry, eh? - No, it's that...

it's that I already ate... and then I don't feel very well.

Wait, I'll get a bit of vodka. It helps digestion.

You know how well the Russians digest!

And they eat! But then they throw back some vodka and...

like a sink!

You're so pale.

No, look... I really must go. Excuse me.

- And if there was poison? - Where?

No, nothing. Anyway, you ate so little.

- I'll help you. - No... I'll help you.

Wait, this too.

We're... we're all brothers, no? Sure, if you're a woman, a sister!

Listen, wait a second... I'd like...

first I'd like to close the window. With the light on you see everything.

From outside, that is!

Oh, Saint Anthony!

- Here I am! - Mother, mother!

- You called me? - No, Saint Anthony!

- Do you Want? - Oh God, heart attack!

- What is it? What happened? - Everything.

Andrea! Before you arrived there was a man there

who I've seen before. I don't know who he is, or what he wants!

- He was here for you? - Yes. He was looking inside.

- Well, a voyeur! - No... maybe worse!

Let's go see. Maybe he's still around.

- Where was he? - In the middle.

Calm down, I'll sleep here tonight if you want!

If I want? You're cute, Andrea.

You arrive at the right moment, rose in hand, fresh and perfumed...

- I never know when you're serious. - Almost never. But this time yes.

I love you queers!

He was there, that man... not really a man, I don't know...

How can I explain? He doesn't look like the others.

Above all he's filthy. And how filthy!

- And how he moves. - Look, Barbara, there's no one here!

He's still around. I've seen him several times.

I know why they're against me. I know what's what and who's who!

But we're right. I can remember all the bodies I've left behind!

- And where do politics come in? - Politics?

Yes. They thought I was a communist. Lotta Continua, Workers' Power,

Student Movement. Doesn't matter, but communist!

- Are you a communist? - You're crazy! The communists are serious.

They believe, never laugh. They're boring, don't even make revolution!

- What an absurd story! - That's why I'm afraid, it's absurd!

Fanatics, the possessed, those who scream and kill to remake the world,

have they ever killed for logic? No, screw them, never!

Always for absurd reasons. The most incredible!

You ask if they have political goals. They don't. They just kill you!

Because I'm communist, because you're a pederast, because we're not like them.

And what do you do when you're dead? Cite them for damages?

I'm afraid.

- You can't be afraid of a few jokers. - Of course!

- So, should I stay? - Yes, I'm calmer, thanks.

Who could sleep tonight!

- I'll take a sleeping pill. - Ah, good!

Give a couple to me. I'm a little tense.

- It'll be something new to sleep with a woman. - Yes, could be!

I wonder why I called you? Maybe deep down I love you.

No, it's not that you love me. It's that I'm your best friend.

You trust me. I don't attack you. No sexual problem!

What a beautiful day.

Me too, how I speak with you... not even with Alfredo!

Easy with those pills. Are you crazy?

- No, I'm used to them. - Then tomorrow you're in the paper!

Why are you in the paper in the morning? Look at you! You look like Eta Beta!

What is it?

Nothing. Sleep.

- You too, though. - Goodnight.

Tragedy in the murky world of the third sex!

It's instructive to read the papers!

It says some people were killed. Some others killed them.

And good honest people feel clean for the modest sum of 100 lire.

You know why I don't read the papers?

First, because I write them. And also because I dislike the world.

Yes, I know you slept poorly! The night agitates me, what can I do?

I dreamed that a brute came in and... well, you know what brutes do, no?

But someone was coming and he stopped! Halfway! Understand?

Brutus interruptus!

Those things make you sick. You'll see, I'm getting a headache!

- You made coffee? - Yes.

Yes, go if you have to. Thanks. Excuse me if I don't accompany you!

Listen, young man! That asshole.

Andrea? Andrea, it's him! He was still there!

Right there! He could kill! Hurry, Andrea! Don't let him escape!

Tease if you like! He looked at me like... what a face!

Andrea, what are you waiting for? Move it, get going!

What should I do? Follow him on horseback through the Grand Canyon

and be late to the office? I'm not Nembo Kid!

If we don't get him now...

No, Barbara! I'm Andrea, your sweet little sister Andrea, good,

dear... and cowardly. Honey, I'm afraid.

- I said it first! - Where do you get courage if you're scared?

Oh, such chatter! Help me understand what to do!

- I don't know. Stay at home. - But is this a house?

- I seem to be on display! - You're right, but I have to go.

- Alright, go! - Goodbye, darling!

- And don't worry, understand? - Yes, sure.

- I'll call you. - Really? That's news.

He's too queer. What should I do?

Come on, Barbara, you're big and strong! Do you need others?

Go on, blond Roman woman! You're scared of someone who runs when he sees you!

Stand up, beautiful Viking. Fight back! Above all, think!

Think, think, think... thoughts!

You're thinking, Barbara? Yes, I'm thinking, my sweet!

What are you thinking, Barbara?

Thinking thoughtfully that... I don't remember what I was thinking!

Concentration. Meditation. What are these?

Your feet, angel! Two nice slabs!

Sky, how are you? Hello sky, why don't you stop the damn rain?

Wet grass! Do you lie down on wet grass to make your liver happy?

At least colic... even a bucolic liver!

Don't you have a house?

No! But what... what do you want? At home! I must face it!

I must know! I absolutely must... Oh God, help!

- Sir, there's nobody in the house! - If he ran, he's around here!

Let's take a look? Alright, sir, as you wish.

I knew it, you know? Stuff happens all the time.

Phone calls. People terrorized. And we never find anyone!

Who knows why people always feel threatened!

I came because it was you, but... I didn't doubt this would be the result!

Let's see, what was he like? Tall, short, fat, thin... blond?

He was... tall enough. Rather thin... dark eyes.

I don't know now... I don't remember anything else.

Oh, he had a black jacket. That's how I saw him in the house.

Tall, thin, dark eyes and black jacket.

Yes I know, it seems ridiculous now, but yesterday my car was torched!

- Yes, that's true. - Give me the form.

Here's the form. Est modulus in rebus!

- Can you sign, please? - Yes.

Done! The form is completed. We're all set!

We'll look! We won't find anything, but we'll look, rest assured!

You're right, but I... I'm afraid to go out alone!

Right, so stay at home.

Excuse me, couldn't an agent accompany me?

Absolutely not. Forbidden! But for a reporter, I'll make an exception.

- Thank you. - So you'll remember if it happens!

One, two, three... tra la la!

So... we're in the Besana Rotunda.

Centuries ago, plague victims were carried to this meadow to die outdoors.

Now people carried outdoors are more likely to die from smog than the plague.

With this in mind, viewer friends, let's enjoy a little fashion!

Cut. Stop. Start again with a close-up.

Are you ready? A bit closer.

As I said, welcome, friends, to this place of pain!

Despite... please note the carved skulls up there...

even this place can't resist the fascination of a six foot tall model

or the emotion of a custom car

or the luxury of an elegant fur.

Today fashion is everywhere, even in churches. Especially desecrated ones.

The models, these abstract characters that don't seem to have a real life,

who knows if they take part in our problems, our emotions.

Do they buy broccoli? Pay the bills? Cheer for Rome?

It's useless to ask them, since the models you see here are all foreign

and don't speak our language.

The only one we can interview is a colored girl.

I know she speaks our language because she lives near me

and I meet her when I go out to work, and she to fashion shows.

Tell me, what do you think of your profession? Do you like it?

I'm the daughter of a raped Moroccan woman...

Look there, please.

- What should I watch? - There you go, good, dear.

Shouldn't I say I'm the daughter of a raped woman?

- Alright, alright! - Thanks, I'm happy! Thank you.

Goodbye! You're so nice! And what is this here?

I see a young lady a little shorter than the others... stop here.

- She's dressed as an ice cream seller. - Actually a judoka.

- What are you doing with the models? - I do the guard of the fur!

Do the guard of the fur? The lady is French.

- They take away the furs? - They attack everything!

- If they steal, they attack. - They attack the girls? - Yes.

- How do you defend them? - With karate. - With karate?

So you know how... Could you show something about karate for television?

- Gladly. Jeanette, come here! - Yes.

Come closer, both of you.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Real true karate! Kicks, thrusts, everything!

Very good!

What's this? The dance of the hours?

Nice kick! Enough, take a break!

That's good enough for me.

Here, take it. Here, many thanks!

- Goodbye. - See you outside.

- Well, thanks! Goodbye! - Merci, madame!

We didn't tire you too much?

Miss, sorry to bother you, but the commissioner wants you in his office.

- But I have things to do. - He said now.

Alright. Nice to feel wanted.

Calm down, Barbara. Are you shaking? You've got fragile nerves, starlet.

What are you afraid of? You haven't done anything.

The police are good. The police have mustaches.

The police are an angel with a flaming truncheon.

Sit down, please.

What good manners! You're a reporter. Go to the commissioner.

Isn't respectability intoxicating? Don't tremble, stupid!

Down to the right.

Isn't the toilet always down to the right?

I'll see if you can enter. Wait here.

The smell is strong. Delicate stomach, Barbara?

Long live the metalworkers, but sweat stinks, right, sweet flower?

- Stay calm. What is it? - Hello. Recognize me?

- Hello. - Come.

Take a good look, miss.

Is this your man? Recognize him?

No. It's not him.

Are you sure?

Sure.

You can go.

Do you mind?

Sign the usual form, if you don't mind.

- Write. - Write it's not him? - Sure.

No!

What a smell, love.

- You feel better? - Yes.

- Yes? Wait for me here. - Yes, alright.

Help, help. Barbara, blonde samaritan, did you drink your brain?

Are you taking him home? What a mess.

God, it's useless to stay up there and watch like it's not your business!

If I kill her, you've killed her too.

- Give me a hand. Help me. - What sweet eyes, innocent.

So, hysterical maiden, did he frighten you?

Shame on you, Barbara. Just look how tender he is!

- Which way is the bathroom? - This way, I'll take you.

What's he doing, washing?

- Want me to help you? - No, thanks.

- Are you still hurt? - I'm better.

Do you know who they were at least?

- Who, those two? - Yes. - Never seen them.

My God, good God, I know you don't make guns,

but you've made things so that... here I am!

One finds oneself with revolver in hand.

It's said: ''God can't do evil''.

But then who does it? The devil?

And you stay up there, you're omnipotent and let him do it?

Good God, dear God, if you don't help me, who will?

- May I come in? - Sure, come in.

Why didn't you recognize me at the police?

Why did you say it wasn't me?

I wanted to go to jail. It's your fault... if I'm free now.

You're cute.

And you're also a liar. If you wanted to go to jail, you could have...

slapped a policeman.

What are you looking for?

Come on, out with it!

I'm trying.

Do you love God? Love yourself?

Why have you made me so afraid, dumpling?

No, you're never afraid. Me yes, always.

But when I saw you, I knew that you could help me.

And that I could love you.

I wanted to make love with you every day.

I love you.

It was only that?

And I'm... so stupid! Why must someone harm you who watches you?

People are capable of anything, even loving you!

But even you... sorry.

Instead of running away...

But then... why are you sad?

Because... well...

Look at her... look at her, Barbara!

She's simply happy. Can one be any more stupid?

She's right, if she's happy. Don't you think?

What does happy mean?

Fools are happy, animals, those who don't think.

Dear, what's wrong? Easy Leopardi... or poor digestion?

- Never mind. - You never smile.

- Didn't you say you love me? - What about it?

- Love is joy, sun, mirth. - It is for you?

Since you're here.

- Michele? Michele? - Yes, don Filippo!

- Where were you? - In the garden.

In the garden? It's time for catechism.

- Did you study? - Yes, don Filippo!

Let's see. Who is God?

God is the perfect creator and lord of heaven and earth.

Bravo. What is God like?

God is omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent.

What does omnipotent mean?

- That he can do everything. - So he can also do evil?

- No! - Why no?

- Because... - Why can't God do evil? He can do everything!

- Yes, but... - Think! Think about it, Michele!

Can God do evil? Let's stop here for now, but keep thinking about it.

Yes, don Filippo. Alright, I'll think about it.

C'mon, Marco! Give it, c'mon... give it! Give it... give it... give it, c'mon!

- Goodbye, Barbara. - No, you're leaving? - Yes.

- You don't want to stay with me? - I do, but I must do something.

- And I can't come too? - No, sorry, better not. - Why?

We know nothing, even about those we've always known. How can I explain?

Barbara, for me it's over. But before I die, I want to stay a bit with you.

- Why is it over for you? - Because it's decided.

And who was it who struck you? Do you know him?

How can I explain to you? I must go now.

But if you want, you can come with me.

You only... I know it's funny, but do you mind keeping this?

I'm afraid... I'm afraid of using it.

- Why are you laughing? - Because it's not real!

They want... they want a person killed.

- But it's a toy! - I can't do it.

- I can't kill a man. - Kill a man, of course you can't... there!

These students... need to know what they want.

It's not easy to know about someone who tells you nothing.

Surely the party has a way to get information.

The party only gives you official information.

It would take something like the RAI Servizio Opinioni.

But a bit less stupid, and all for the students.

Yes, but it would be too serious then.

But...

Did you see? A red rose. It's the signal!

- Sure, the signal. - It's the way!

And if it was broccoli, what signal is that?

- The signal of what cabbage to use? - Wait, there she is! - There she is.

The lovely hippie, with the gold medallion and the nice belt.

What's he doing now? Ah... ritual dance.

A kiss. No... yes!

Let's see... what have they done to you?

- We have time. - Thank goodness.

And if she didn't slap you?

Look, the appointment is over there.

- But he's not there yet. - No?

Have you ever killed someone?

What a question. Never.

- And I wouldn't either. - Me neither.

But all my friends already have.

And today I'm supposed to. But I won't do it.

God cannot do evil. God cannot do evil.

- Michele? - Yes, don Filippo!

Why can't God do evil? Answer.

Michele, don't run away! Why can't he do evil?

Stop, Michele! Look around. Try to understand!

Why can't he do evil?

Barbara... there's a naked woman. Look!

A naked woman?

But... tell me, how long has it been since you made love?

Madam, madam? Madam naked woman? Come on, come out, dear!

- She must have vanished. - But she was there.

You're not a liar... you're fanciful.

The world isn't going well for you, so you adjust it a bit.

But why do you want to play alone? We're two. Two is better, right?

- It's not like that. - How is it then?

Barbara, believe me... I... Barbara!

Look in the bar.

If you're waiting for someone, he could be there.

Sergei! Come closer, love! Throw down the seat!

Sergei, Sergei! Oh dear, oh baby! Now, my love!

But... oh no! Sergei, you don't...

You see, it was like I said!

Here, over here! And there!

Michele?

- Michele? Michele? - Yes? - Don't stop.

- Walk along the tracks. - What is it, Sergei? - Nothing.

- You must carry out a sentence. - Me?

- Yes, this time it's your turn. - But Sergei, I don't...

- I've never killed anyone. - That's your problem.

- It's decided - And if I don't... - I told you, it's decided.

- Who is it? - A communist, Lupo, an ex-partisan.

- He leads the Student Movement. - When would it be?

- Soon, you'll have the sign an hour before. - Alright.

- Michele? - Yes. - You're inside.

We're all inside. If you try to escape, not just you will pay.

- What does that mean? - The girl, Michele.

- What girl? - The blonde, the reporter.

- You've followed her a month. - I've never spoken to her.

But she's very dear to you, Michele. And look... you're trembling.

Sergei... Sergei, please, not her!

Who was that man? Who killed him?

- And why? - We need a gun!

Quickly.

No, Michele. Not this. Not the two of us.

We must get out of here!

- Quickly! - It's useless!

We can go to Paolo. He's a friend of mine.

- He has a house outside the city. - It's too late!

They won't find us there! Or we could go to Maria Luisa, near Genova.

- She lives with Bruno in an old house on the sea. - No good, Barbara.

- We can't stay here. - They'll find us, Barbara.

No... it's impossible! I know where to go, Michele!

A place beyond the world, like treasure island, pirates and all!

An isle, little more than a rock in the Mediterranean!

- Can you imagine how beautiful, Michele? - Yes.

You wouldn't believe it! Michele, the sea changes color every...

every few meters. Here white, then green, then becoming dark blue!

- Yes, like the island of Giglio. - There's never anyone. Never.

- The sea is beautiful. - I stayed there once...

- with two friends. - At night I used to go fishing.

- Far... - They were free, happy.

- They were always in the sun, nude. - I had two brothers. We played.

- I got sick the next day. - Yes.

- I stayed in bed a week. - Then they gave me to the priests, boarding school.

I hated that place... because I was alone.

- Yes. - I was very sad.

- Boarding school is ugly, you're locked up... - But now it's different.

But there was don Filippo. He was like a father to me.

- How bad it was. - We'll get there. - Yes, sure.

- We should leave the car too. - Why?

What would you do with a car?

Leave it all, Michele! Car, watch, television...

- Leave the fear here as well! - No, not that.

We'll always take that with us.

They say Arabs made a small port, but it's not true. It's always been there.

For the first time I seem to have... a reason to move.

To go somewhere.

Even for good.

I was always waiting and didn't know.

What a bitch.

Listen, this is something I've always liked.

We shall rest.

We shall hear the angels.

We shall see heaven shining like a jewel.

We shall see all evil

and all our pain sink away in the great compassion

that shall enfold the world.

Our life will be as peaceful and tender and sweet as a caress.

I have faith... I have faith...

My poor, poor uncle Vanya, you are crying!

You have never known what happiness was, but wait, wait!

We shall rest. We shall rest. We shall rest.

He's omnipotent, Michele. What does omnipotent mean?

- That... he can do everything. - Even evil, Michele?

- No, evil no! - Why, Michele?

Why can't he do evil?

- Because... he can't want it! - Exactly! Because he can't want it.

It's so simple. Could God want evil?

No! He's infinite goodness.

So who wants evil?

- Sorry for that blow to the neck. - The one... yesterday morning?

- So you were there! - Yes, I was there.

- You saw who it was? - I wanted you to be scared, to go away...

- to not be around anymore! - So... it Was you?

- Did I hurt you badly? - No, love!

- Ah! - Did I hurt you badly?

No, love!

It's ugly having to kill a comrade, but it's necessary.

We want the group to remain united, to continue to operate safely,

to be an example to the limp and spineless of this new generation.

Pity... you know this, Michele, is a fault to which we are immune.

I, Michele, every time I kill I reaffirm a choice.

We are for the struggle, for continuous conflict, for violence.

We want to be the strongest, there's no alternative because we must win

and living long doesn't matter, it's enough to live like heroes.

You have a chance, Michele.

Accept the killing of that man as if you had done it

and give yourself up to the police.

I never killed that man. I didn't want to.

Yes, we know that. It was me.

Someone had to do it. But the order was for you.

- I carried out your work. - Yes, I know, I made an oath.

Something inside me changed, like it can change in each of you at any moment.

I no longer accept violence. I am no longer your comrade!

Too bad for you, Michele.

Now you must answer for this.

I don't care about your crisis.

We all have doubts. You're not the only one.

But you can't betray your comrades. You can't desert.

I also can't tell a lie. There's a witness!

Her?

She'll be a witness... if she's alive!

Leave her alone, Sergei! I'll do what you want!

Alright, Sergei! We're in your hands.

Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.

But she's not involved. Let her go, Sergei, please!

That's impossible, Michele. To help us, you must shoot yourself in the head.

- Twice. - Twice? And how?

- There's one bullet in the cylinder... Good luck! - Good luck, right!

Michele... don't listen to them! They're... dangerous games!

No! Michele, no!

Michele! No!

Alright, Michele.

Listen, if you want to save him you have to do something for us now.

Go to the station and ask for the commissioner who came yesterday morning.

Bring him here. Tell him the organization wants to meet with him.

No tricks, though. I'll be keeping an eye on you!

- Is that clear? - Yes.

My love, I've waited my whole life for you.

Thank you for coming. But did you have to bring your friends?

You know, pumpkin, they're rather shocking.

Say, what criminal asylum did they come from?

Look, who cares what they think. But how are you involved?

How can you be their friend? They're violent, angry.

But I feel calm. Don't worry.

I'll do something. We'll manage, you'll see.

What does it take? Jump in my trusty shoes and go.

Belly to the ground and call out to Fort Apache.

See how happy I am? Everything's alright!

Don't worry. Is it true you're not worried, my love?

Bye!

Shoot!

We are brothers, we are rebels, united against the wicked oppressor!

- Excuse me, you without a mustache! - Who, me?

Yes, I'm a reporter. Will you call the commissioner?

I can't leave. I'm reinforcement.

Sir, are you free? There's a reporter, a pretty blonde.

Hello... I must see the commissioner. Will you let me pass?

- It's important! - Yes, go around! Walk to the other side!

Farewell, take us away. Farewell, we are not afraid.

We are brothers, we are rebels, united against the wicked oppressor!

Card in hand, please!

- Card? - There. - Down at the bottom.

- Hello. - Cheers. - Brigadier, off to Bari tomorrow.

- I was just thinking of Bari. - Good day. - Good day.

- Open the gate, let her in. - Yes, sir.

Excuse me, I must speak with him quickly!

- With the commissioner? - Yes, it's urgent.

Just a moment, please.

Wait here just a moment, I'll be right back.

What happened this time, miss?

Hello! You know the one I said wasn't him,

that is Michele, well, it was him! But that's not important!

It's the others! Fascists, I think, maniacs, violent!

Michele had to shoot himself in the head!

He spun the cylinder first. Luckily there were no bullets!

- One moment. - They want you to come there! - Yes, wait.

How can I Wait? It must be done soon! Ugh!

And who's this? Poor man, who knows what he did!

Must have killed the barber.

Listen, there's a woman out there. I think she's a mythomaniac.

Take off the robe and pretend to be an official. Hurry!

- Who is she? - She's a reporter.

Go on!

Watch the time! Police car, riot police. Then you come here. Hours!

- Miss? - Eh?

- Want to sit? - Thanks.

- No! Go away, please! - We want to see Lupo's killer!

- Have you got him? - Yes, but later. - Did he confess?

Please, go! Obviously, please! In the courtyard! Clear the corridor!

He's here! I must find the commissioner and convince him, quickly!

Commissioner, don't let on. It's the man who killed Lupo!

He's a fascist! He tried to strangle me!

- But act quickly, he's watching me! - Yes, don't worry. Later! - He's armed!

Come with me. They're waiting at my house!

Tell it to my assistant.

But commissioner!

It's becoming a fashionable disease. They see fascists everywhere.

This one is a reporter, a serious person. She works in television.

Do you realize? I must still treat her well, right?

Go away, you bastards!

Sure I'm playing it by ear...

but speaking in that confused way, she's not right in the head.

See what you can do. It's becoming an obsession.

- Take her to the insane asylum? - No! No... what asylum?

Try to reassure her. Let her speak, blow off steam,

tell it all, just so she's not always around here, alright?

And then tell me your opinion.

Inside, inside. The commissioner is coming.

You're all here for the press conference? Go in. Please. Sit.

Michele... Michele, what do I do now?

- With this son of a... - Miss?

Be patient another moment.

Patient! It's a question of life and death!

No... be calm Barbara, don't choke the police, dear!

For extra-parliamentary movements there's the form 427 /DS.

- Isn't there the 425/FZ? - There is, but if there wasn't...

- it's not discussed here. - If it's not discussed...

- But we'll make a little note. - Yes, better. Ask for confirmation.

- So... when do we start? - Quiet! Quiet!

If they're comfortable we can begin.

Is it true you've arrested Lupo's killer?

Silence! There's not much to say. Lupo's killer is here before you.

He gave himself up and confessed. What else do you want to know?

- Can we ask him something directly? - Certainly.

- Is it true in two years you've been in three different movements? - Yes, why?

- Is it true you've been arrested twice? - Yes, and I'm proud!

- Down with the revisionists! - Quiet! Quiet!

Now the photographers can take some pictures of our friend, but quickly!

Don't complain this time, okay?

A nice smile for me... tac!

My love, how can I save you?

They won't listen to me. They separated us, did you see?

Both in the hands of this filth.

But what do I do now? Let you be killed?

Oh no, not that. Surely not that, my love.

We're alone. We're alone.

The real killers are the bosses! The real killers are the bosses!

The real killers are the bosses!

What does happy mean? Fools are happy, animals, those who don't think.

I know, but you, my love, never smile.

Michele... how right you are.

The real killers are the bosses! The real killers are the bosses!

The real killers are the bosses! The real killers are the bosses!

I'm at your disposal. Will you be so kind?

No, it's too late. People are waiting for me at home.

...are the bosses! The real killers are the bosses!

The real killers are the bosses! The real killers! The real killers!

No, Michele, not us two.

Oh no, Michele... not us two.

No, Michele, not us two. But me yes.

Revolver, Barbara. Pistol. Trigger, bullets, bang bang! You know?

No, darling, never in the mouth. Turn back, please.

Barbara! Barbara!

Barbara, my love, where are you going?

Lucky no one's there, right?

But... what do you want to do?

Push comes to shove, you've nicked a pistol.

No, Michele... don't be angry.

I know this won't pardon me.

Maybe I'll lose you. But no matter. I want you alive. I want you alive.

What noise a pistol makes.

But we must make noise to be heard.

And now? I'm not experienced.

Are you... dead?

Make sure these things happen.

They must arrest me.

They must arrive back home.

They must free Michele.

It's not difficult. Just start.

People, hurry! People, hurry!

Barbara here. Calamity Jane! High Noon!

Hurry up, because I'm going fast. I'm not trained, I mean!

Do it quickly! Do it quickly!

I told you to stay near her, right? Must I do everything here myself?

What do we do now? What a mess she's made! And right before our eyes!

Quick, call an ambulance, doctor!

Doctor... doctor my ass, doctor!

Hey, sky! Hello, sky!

Why don't you stop the rain?

Michele... I know where we'll go.

A place beyond the world. You can't imagine how beautiful.

- Yes, the sea is beautiful. - We'll make it, my love.

- We'll make it. - Yes, of course.

Go on, let it pass! Guards, clear the street!

Ambulance... here!