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[bellowing]

[Efisio sings in Sardinian dialect].

[bellowing]

[Ester] Good morning, president.

[James] Good morning, Ester.

Can you confirm that you have summoned everyone for today at four o'clock?

[Ester] Yes, president. Shall I prepare herbal tea for you?

Well, why not?

- [man] Good morning, president. - Good morning.

[indistinct voices]

- [man] Happy New Year, Francesca. - Happy New Year, guys.

- [together] Happy New Year. - Bye.

[in Sardinian] Hopefully.

[Dolores] Another New Year's Eve eating sun-dried tomatoes

By your gruff father.

Another New Year's Eve eating...

"Ajò," I realized. From my gruff father.

- Hello, Emanuele. - Hello, Francesca.

- Hi, Antoinette. - Bye. Best wishes.

- To you. - Antoinette] Thank you.

- Hello. - [man] Hello.

- Hello. - Hello, happy new year.

To you. Look, Mom, how much pageantry.

Of course, if Kubrick would spend a week here,

the "Space Odyssey" did it in 3001, eh.

- Eh, mom? - Who?

- No, I say Kubrick. - And who is he?

- Stanley. - Stalin?

No, Stalin is a different person. Kubrick Stanley.

[James] What a show, guys.

I have always liked Milan.

President, here is your herbal tea.

- Rose hips? - Certainly.

- Thank you. - Permission.

[door closing].

[James] Take a seat.

I am proud to be your chief executive officer.

You are my most trusted collaborators, the ones I care about most.

With the new millennium, we decided to give ourselves a gift.

To raise a 5-star resort, one of a kind,

completely environmentally sustainable, open all year round,

At one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.

The beach of Bellesamanna, in southern Sardinia.

[bellowing]

[Efisio's recall verse].

[callback verse]

This is our new challenge.

At this point, we will have one more reason to toast the new millennium

With our families.

- Happy New Year. - [together] Happy New Year, president.

[Francesca] Take the panadines.

"Babbu?"

Eh!

[Francesca] Hello, "babbu."

Hi, Efisio. I made the panadas for tonight.

Su Entu, love.

[in Sardinian] Why, what is it tonight?

Tonight is New Year's Eve, "babbu." It's celebrating the new millennium, isn't it?

[in Sardinian] Let's get into science fiction.

[bellowing]

Hmm, also 4001.

[honking]

- [Francesca] Mom, Gianni has arrived. - [Dolores] Gianni!

[Gianni, in English] We did it!

- Dylan, Taylor. - [Taylor, in English] Hello, aunt.

- [Dylan] Hello, auntie. - Hey, nice.

[Dolores] My children, how are you?

- Francesca] Belli. Elisabeth, hello. - Hi.

[Dolores] Another kiss.

- Where is my brother? - Sister.

- [Dolores] Elisabeth, how are you? - Elisabeth] Good.

- My son, handsome. - Bye, ma.

- So how long did it take you? - All my life, auntie.

All my life. From London by car, I believe it.

- [Dylan] Grandpa! - Taylor] How are you doing, grandpa?

Hi, Dylan. Hi, Taylor.

- [in Sardinian] Are you all right? - [together] Yes.

Just as well.

- Elisabeth] Hello, Efisio. - Hello.

- Elisabeth] Hi. - Is everything all right?

- Yes. - That's better.

[Gianni, in Sardinian] So, Dad, how are you doing?

How come you didn't come earlier? You were supposed to come for Christmas.

We are here, though...

But you should have come earlier.

Forget it, it goes...

Always like this...

[plays Cher's "Where's the Love" in the distance]

[indistinct voices]

Dad, Mom? I will join Edward at his house, let's celebrate there.

Talk to you later for best wishes.

I forgot, pigeon. A kiss, at least.

Take care, this is an important New Year's Eve.

We are entering the new millennium, the future is coming. Be careful.

To the future?

But no, watch out for the evening, to the others.

Father, trust me.

- But I trust you, the others don't. - Father, you know them all.

- Hello, mother. - Hello.

Bye, pigeon. Take care. Call later.

He is right, they are the children of your friends, you know them. You know what you are like.

That's exactly why I don't trust. I don't have to listen to you anymore, let's go.

- Hello! - Hello!

How are you?

Hello, handsome.

[Elisabeth, in English]. Delicious. Good.

[in Sardinian]. I brought you the sun-dried tomatoes.

Dried tomatoes again.

- Again. - [Dolores] Still the tomatoes.

[in Sardinian] So, Dad ...

[in Italian] Do you have to stay a lot here alone?

Why don't you go to mom's village?

[in Sardinian] No, I'm staying here. This is my home and I'm not moving from here.

[in Sardinian] I know it's your house....

[in Italian] However, if you go away to the village With mom, we are all calmer.

Francesca doesn't have to come here every day.

[in Sardinian] I'm staying here, it's my home

And I'm not going anywhere.

[in Sardinian] Do you understand?

I remembered it being softer last year.

[in Sardinian] I don't think so.

[together] Eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

2, 1.

[shouts of joy]

[plays "Mambo No. 5" by Lou Bega].

[in Sardinian] Today I have the family together.

And I wish everyone a happy new year

And celebrate the second millennium!

[in Sardinian] Eh, even, millennium!

Millennium.

- [in Italian] Best wishes, happy new year to all. - Best wishes.

[continued "Mambo No. 5."]

[inaudible voice]

Happy New Year!

- [together, in English] Happy New Year. - Happy New Year.

- [together, in English] Happy New Year. - [in Sardinian] Best wishes for the new year.

[in Sardinian] Again!

[continued "Mambo No. 5."]

[fireworks].

[indistinct voices]

[Efisio, in Sardinian] Look at the beautiful the fireworks!

[imitates sound of fires]

[Dylan, in English] How beautiful.

- [in English] Let's hide it in the wall. - Yes.

Do you remember when we used to do that?

The secret hideout.

Ah!

[Francesca] We won. We have won. Stay here.

It's asleep now, though.

Sleep.

- Are they asleep? - Francesca] Yes.

What are you thinking about?

I think I can't make it to come back here every year.

Even though we live a hundred kilometers from London, life is very expensive.

I am a waiter, Elisabeth is a tour guide.

We can no longer afford it.

It pisses me off that, if he had sold 25 years ago,

- I wasn't staying in London as a waiter. - Heh!

Maybe, though, there wouldn't have been Elizabeth, Dylan and Taylor either.

[steps]

President.

- Thank you, Ester. - You're welcome.

[James] So, Masters.

Let's start from our sites for the Olympics.

- They are all already open. - [James] Good.

In a week's time we will deliver the two 5-star hotels in Doha.

Good.

As for the Salento farms, work is proceeding apace,

And in a week's time we will also deliver the condominium in Miami.

What about the acquisition of the Bellesamanna lands?

We are quiet. Everyone has sold. Land, "furriadroxu," ...

"Furriadroxu?"

- Yes, that is the Sardinian name for their sheepfolds. - And that red dot is what?

President, this here is a little furriadroxu of an old shepherd,

Grazing ten cows on the beach.

Old pastor.

Obviously, we will offer him something to buy it.

However, I guarantee you, it will never be a problem.

Yes, president, with the Sardinians we have never had any problems,

honestly, facilitated by the need of work that exists in those areas there,

especially in southern Sardinia.

They need to sell. They know well that their future will be worth it.

Let's make him an appropriate offer.

What figure do we start with?

- 150 million, and we'll end it there. - Okay.

Let's start with everything: let's start with the surveys and send a site manager right away.

Who are we sending?

Mariano, the Palermo man.

He seems the most suitable to me: he has no family, thinks only of work.

He can maneuver the bulldozer, He can maneuver people.

Let him talk to the pastor.

In fact, let's find him a home for the entire construction period.

Yes, but Mariano...

Mariano is very good. But he suffers from curves.

[Mariano] Mari'!

Maria, Maria, Maria, I'm sick. I feel like throwing up.

- How much longer, Giampi? - Two minutes.

2 minutes.

It goes up me, it goes down me. It does somersaults.

I feel like throwing up, it must be the food bolus.

- Chief, the window, come on. - I got it.

- [Giampi] The window. - [Mariano] I'm saying--the window!

But why? But why?

But why always to me these coastlines Full of curves!

Ah!

And first the Amalfi Coast and then the Cinque Terre...

We missed the Sulcis coastline, we missed it.

- How much longer? - Two minutes.

Always two minutes to go!

Make straight turns.

[Giampi] But then we end up in the ravine.

[Mariano] But why are you answering me? "Straight" is a figure of speech.

[Giampi] Boss, we're here.

[Mariano] I'm in pain. Stop. I said stop, I'm sick.

[Giampi] I'm going to stop now, boss.

I'm going to throw up. I'm going to throw up. I'm going to throw up.

- Chief, throw up outside. - It was just to tell you!

I need to download. I need to unload. I need to discharge static energy.

Ah, static energy! Ah!

"Sulcis in fundo.

Ouch.

I'm better, I'm better.

- How much longer? - Two minutes, really. Now two minutes.

- Don't say that word again! - Right here at the end of the little road.

- Are we there yet? - Giampi] Yes.

And why don't you put your blinker on?

Utmost silence.

[Mariano] I understood why I am sick: you are the one who makes me sick.

[Giampi] But, boss...

[Mariano] Even if we stand still, it's enough that I look at you.

- [Giampi] But, boss... - [Mariano] Don't answer that!

[indistinct voices]

That must be the pastor's house.

- What is the name of the pastor? - Efisio Mulas.

Efisio Mulas. Efisio Mulas printed.

Ah!

Gross. Why?

They also say it brings good luck.

Hello? Mr. Efisio?

Hey, who are you?

[yelps]

[voice of Ephesian and trampling].

And what is it, Pamplona?

[Efisio's recall verse].

Watch out, boss.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Efisio.

Mr. Efisio?

No...

My name is Mariano and I'm from Milan, although you wouldn't know it from the accent.

You see, Mr. Efisio, I represent a real estate group,

Who is interested in his property,

and would offer her a significant amount of money for her house and land.

As you can see, we are already at work on a...

Mr. Efisio, please? Can you... we have...

He doesn't look at me.

We have a very ambitious goal.

That of realizing a 5-star luxury resort,

totally environmentally sustainable, in total harmony with nature.

Mr. Efisio?

Also open year-round.

We are talking about 2,500 jobs, Mr. Efisio.

And all people from the area. We would miss them.

Cooks, cooks, waiters, waitresses, gardeners, gardeners,

receptionist, receptionist...

In short, "receptionist" is the same for male and female.

It is a transgender word.

In short, a reality that could change the fate of these areas.

Giving once and for all a kick of misery.

Mr. Efisio, what do you say?

Are we going to give this good kick in the fat ass to misery?

We are talking -- Mr. Efiso, it is very important that you hear.

By 150 million!

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

Mr. Efisio, you are closing yourself off in an impenetrable hermeticism.

You just don't get it. But what did he say?

He said "no."

- Hello, "babbu." I did some shopping. - Hi.

[Mariano] Ah, good. Good morning.

But what language does his father speak?

A Sardinian so narrow that sometimes even the Sardinians don't understand it.

Only I understand it.

Then to talk to someone,

Especially with outsiders like you, I will translate.

And so his father first just said "no"?

He also said that in 1975

he and our family said no to you the first time.

Now it has been 25 years And it tells you no the second one.

"Aicci anda sa vida."

- How? - "Life goes like this."

Giampi, I think here we take more than two minutes.

[Ester] President, Mariano is on the phone.

Mariano, how are you doing?

Eh, chairman, we had to stop.

How to "stop"? Why?

Because there is Efisio Mulas.

And who is this Efisio Mulas?

He is the pastor, president.

The one of the red dot, of the soil?

The dot is the pastor's house.

But don't the shepherds stay in Barbagia? What is he doing at the sea?

Eh, the only shepherd grazing On the beach we found him.

Didn't we offer him 150 million?

Yes.

- James] What about him? - He said no.

Ah, however.

Whatever, Mariano, let's be patient. You take possession of your house.

All right, chairman.

He will also drop the pastor, you will see.

- Thank you, chairman. Have a good day. - [James] Hello, Mariano.

Ester? Will you all summon me tomorrow by nine o'clock, please?

- Ester] Of course, president. - Thank you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning. Are you the one from the construction site?

Yes, yes, of...

- I got it. - He understood.

"Ajò," I accompany her.

Can one have a glass of water? A glass...

- Nicola] "Ajò. - Good morning.

[in Sardinian] Watch the bar for a moment, that I'll be right back.

And go, go.

- Mariano] Are you the owner? - No, the owner is Albino.

Albino?

Yes, he went to Germany with the whole family in the 1980s.

That is the balcony. It is better to open little by little.

[Mariano] After twenty years, maybe get some air.

"Babbu, but do you know today's people?

[in Sardinian] I don't know them,

But they should always be the same sons of bitches.

In my opinion, they mean business this time.

I'm serious, too.

Ba', but how much did they offer you?

One hundred and fifty million was offered.

And what do you want to do?

And what do I want to do?

This is my home.

And my house is priceless! Do you understand that it is priceless?

- Sure. - Then.

It is really priceless.

[in Sardinian] He must listen to us!

But it's no use anyway, the guy won't listen to us.

[man] It is useless to...

Sit down, love.

What's going on?

They have become fixated that they want to make feed with beer,

And the mayor doesn't want to see them.

Ah.

What did they tell you at the residence hall? When do you start working?

At Easter, when the grass is three feet high.

[in Sardinian]. And I have to break my back twice as much.

Understand?

Of course, they prefer to cut the work instead of grass.

- And you, on the other hand, when do you start? - Hopefully in June.

Yes. but I can't take it anymore To sit still eight months out of the year,

with the only interlude of one week in January,

On an icebreaker ship, between Helsinki and Stockholm, in minus 30 degrees,

To promote Sardinian wines.

Taking me the only bronchitis all year.

We hope that these in Bellesamanna will make it soon.

And sure.

[James] Look at that sunshine. The fog is gone.

Who knows what will happen in 20 years.

In the 1960s, the pastors sold the Emerald Coast,

thinking that 100,000 lira was more than a million,

Since a hundred is more than one.

It is our fault That the pastors have become distrustful.

So.

Shall we up the bidding?

Tell Mariano to raise it to 300 million,

so we close it.

I'm a little bit pissed off, but I mean.

Efisio?

Efisio?

Three hundred million!

No!

Did I get it right? Did he say "no?"

Efisio, we are talking about 300 million!

But who has ever seen 300 million?

I, for example, have never seen 300 million.

[in Sardinian] I don't give a damn!

Now who tells them? But who tells them?

"It will never be a problem."

So you said, Ghiso, didn't you?

Well, now what happens

If old pastor Efisio doesn't sell us his land?

His furriadroxu.

Huh?

In the plan we submitted, there is also Efisio's house.

That is, you are telling me that people who have chosen a 5-star luxury resort

Have to go through cows, to the manure of cows,

To the stench of cow dung?

We are very sorry, president, but the impossible has happened here.

Especially in this country.

- Do we still raise the bidding? - No. Let's raise the phone.

[Masters] Mayor, this project is part of the economic development plan

to create jobs in the territory, right?

Are you kidding me, doctor?

The good of the community has top priority.

Here in Bellesamanna, when they hear That Efisio has refused the offer,

they eat it.

[Masters] Good.

Then see you soon.

But then again, how do you do it?

With more than one hundred billion coming to the territory,

2,500 jobs, plus supply chain.

Even if you wanted to, how can you say no? Are we stopping for four cows?

[mayor] You will see in the village how they get pissed off.

[in Sardinian] He is so stubborn!

- So we don't succeed. - We have to find a way.

Let's go for a drink.

[Francesca] Dr. Piras, good evening.

Hi, Nicola.

Will you give me the cigars for "babbu"?

[music from TV]

[slams money on the counter].

Thank you, eh.

[indistinct voices from TV].

Don Liberato.

[door closing].

Hello, Antoinette.

All right, yes?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

[Francesca] Hmm.

- Look at "babbu" what he sent you. - More sun-dried tomatoes.

Did you get the prickly artichokes?

- No. - Why?

Antoinette did not give them to me. She had them, but she didn't give them to me.

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

- They all resent him. - Why?

Your husband refused 300 million today.

[scare verse].

Our lady mine, our lady mine, our lady mine.

- Mother. - Our lady mine.

Whatever, I'm going to get some air.

- Saint Ephisius, Saint Bonaria. - [together] Saint Ephisius, Saint Bonaria.

[Dolores] Sant'Efisio, Santa Bonaria. Saint Ephisius, Saint Bonaria.

Saint Ephisius, Saint Bonaria. Saint Ephisius, Saint Bonaria.

Why didn't you tell me That your father refused 300 million?

Because I couldn't do it.

And to the country-now what do you tell them?

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

Truth.

[shouting] Listen to me well!

A "babbu" you all know him.

So, if you think you can convince him...

you try it.

- Man] Come on, let's go quickly. - Let's go, Don Liberato. Let's go.

Don Liberato, you try it. She certainly listens to you.

[indistinct hubbub]

[Man] But what do I know. Don Liberato is on it.

The whole country is in line. In a week's time, the pastor quits.

Good.

You are almost of the same age.

But what does that have to do with it now? And then what a peer, oh?

I may wear them badly, but I'm ten years younger than him.

- Whatever, come on. Go. - Don Liberato] No, no, no.

- You go and convince him. - And go.

[Don Liberato] What manners, oh.

Good morning, Efisio.

Health.

How are you?

[in Sardinian] Sitting.

Good. Now.

Efisio, I know you have received an offer important to sell your furriadroxu,

To build a resort there.

I know you rejected it.

Our community has been waiting all its life has been waiting for such an occasion.

Now, Ephisius, in the name of our Lord,

Do you want to reconsider?

I said no.

[murmur of disapproval].

Other than a priest, we need an exorcist here.

Hey, with all the money you get, in my cafe, in the morning, you get coffee,

mid-morning, have the aperitif, in the afternoon, the little beer,

And as many cigars as you want.

No.

Efisio, I don't know if you know this, but I graduated in the 1960s,

when Sardinia had the highest number of college graduates in Italy.

And now I'm a pharmacist in a country of centenarians,

That go well with pecorino and cannonau, and I don't make a lira.

Tourists, on the other hand, are the ones who fill themselves with unnecessary drugs

That maybe then they don't use and expire.

So I ask you.

No.

[murmur of disapproval].

[in Sardinian] Go away!

No, stop!

No!

[in Sardinian] Go shit, go! Go go!

So you learn not to give the prickly artichokes to mom.

Ah!

[murmuring]

Efi', I can't take it anymore of doing roadblocks,

Always stopping the same people. I know you all by now.

At the most I'll raid for an ounce of hashish.

If there were some movement of tourists,

That ounce of hash becomes crack, beers become vodka.

At that point, I do the roadblocks with the spiked bands.

Then this uniform would make sense.

No.

[murmuring]

It is impossible.

- It is impossible. - It is impossible.

- Eh! - It is impossible.

He said no to the marshal as well.

To us shepherds they gave the land above Bellesamanna.

And to graze there go the Romanians.

And we at the bar, drinking and playing cards. What do you say, Efisio?

I said no.

[murmuring]

Efisio, if you don't sell, everything here closes, even the school. Tell him, Luca.

If school closes, I'll have to go to Pula.

I don't want to go all the way to Pula.

I have to go 40 km to go and 40 km to return.

[in Sardinian] But if there is one left, you have a lesson for one.

I got it, I'm going to Pula. Let's go, mom.

[murmuring]

President, everyone is excited about our plan for the Olympics.

Good. But with the old pastor, how is it going?

Chief, we have been standing still for two months, but how much longer do we have to wait?

If we have to put it bluntly, the old pastor is traveling toward 80,

And, you know, time is a gentleman.

So, in a little while.

If we have to put it bluntly, it is still the "Island of Centenarians."

Giampi. I have always said, centenarians should be killed when they are young.

However, Giampi, you have a gift. That of putting you in a good mood.

[news theme song].

[woman, TV] Queues at post offices. Post offices, banks stormed.

Having exhausted the euphoria of the first few hours, the euro faces its first real test today.

Sardinian chest.

Give me time, "ca ti precciu." I'll let you do the talking.

[man, TV] Positive debut for the single currency. single currency, celebrated by traders...

[together] Efisio...

- No. - [woman] However...

No.

[sighs]

President, as you know, things here are running a little long.

The construction site is at a standstill and the workers have a cost. I have a cost.

I know, and I thank you, Mariano.

I need you to stay there until we resolve the issue of the pastor.

- All right. Have a good day. - [James] Thank you, bye.

Let's up the bidding.

"Babbu, now these want to give you 300,000 euros.

[in Sardinian] What do you mean?

They had offered me 300 million

And now, instead of moving forward, they go back?

What does this story look like?

No, it's that now there is the euro. And 300,000 euros is 600 million.

They are more, not less.

[in Sardinian] Do you understand?

Ah! I understand that...

Money, though it doesn't have wings, they fly away,

But the land remains, do you understand?

The land remains!

- Excuse me, president? - Say.

The final figures have come out of the regionals in Sardinia.

- So? - It didn't go well.

Those who won have focused everything on land protection,

which is exactly what I want to do.

Protecting the land From misery and poverty.

Why can't we understand each other? Why?

- Who is this one? All elegant. - Boh.

- Do you know her? - No.

See if they don't send us the Milanese this one.

I wonder where it came from. I have never seen it.

- Just wait here for a moment. - All right.

- Francesca] Good morning. - Good morning.

Do you need anything?

No, no, thank you. I was just looking.

[in Sardinian] Is she Sardinian?

- [in Sardinian] Yeah. - Ah!

[in Italian] Excuse me, eh, because here practically no one ever comes.

- Do you have relatives here? - No, no, mine are in Gavoi.

And how come she came here?

I like to take tours in our land. So.

Also for work.

And what does he do for a living?

Then I go to see Some places I don't know,

Or that I have already seen as a child and can no longer remember anything about.

Rest assured, everything here has remained as it was.

In a while, they don't change even the seasons anymore.

You have beauty in your name, though: "Bellesamanna."

It is a great fortune.

Maybe we didn't realize it.

And then you have a beautiful beach.

As long as it holds out.

- Why? - It's a long story.

- Joan] Goodbye. - She didn't tell me what she does for a living anymore, though.

A work that I like very much.

Who was he?

[Francesca] What do I know. She seemed a little strange.

- [Dolores] She is all elegant. - Francesca] Elegant, however, she is strange.

[Mariano] He has the face of one who resigns.

[Giampi] But that's the pope, how does he resign?

It is easier for the Pope to resign Than for Efisio Mulas to sell.

[in Sardinian] Efisio... So what?

[in Sardinian] No! Now I'm going away from the cows.

Gentlemen, more on that tomorrow.

[in Sardinian] See you tomorrow!

See you tomorrow!

[murmuring]

[Francesca] Eh, that's right! Eh!

[murmuring]

Eh! I'm sorry.

Do you mind? That's the fifth no you've said to me in five years.

I don't want to commute a hundred kilometers from London

To be a waiter.

[in Sardinian] Like your brother!

If I have to be a waiter, I do it here.

Let's go.

[bellowing]

"Babbu!"

If you don't sell, they don't build.

And if they don't build, there will be no work in Bellesamanna.

Do you understand? Because I can't take it anymore.

[in Sardinian] I am not saying no to those in Bellesamanna,

I am saying no to the Milanese.

Because they think that we always say yes to them.

As we have always done with everyone.

These... with the blackmail of labor.

They pitted us against each other.

They take the wealth home with them!

They don't leave her here!

Have you seen the beach how beautiful it is?

Why is it beautiful?

Because it belongs to everyone!

You don't have to stay here.

Go ahead, I'll manage on my own.

[Efisio's recall verse].

[airplane rumble]

[in Sardinian]. But you're going to sleep here, huh?

[Francesca] Yes.

Is it because you are afraid to leave me alone, since I am old?

But no, "babbu."

It's just that tomorrow morning I go to work earlier, and I'm closer from here.

- [in Sardinian] Do you understand? - Whatever.

Maybe in a few years I do it more often.

Whatever.

[stadium buzz on TV].

[shouts of jubilation]

[man, TV] It's over! It's over!

[shouts of jubilation]

[honking]

Hello, Dad.

Hi, pigeon. So how did it go?

One hundred out of one hundred.

How glad I am.

- Thank you. - Bravo, bravo.

I wanted to tell you that I have been thinking a lot about what you always told me about my future.

- Meaning? - I will do Economics.

My way is your way.

I don't know what to say, look. I'm glad.

[knock]

Next.

- President, there is a problem. - Tell me.

They presented the new Landscape Plan.

Thank you.

You see, pigeon, our work is also this.

Sweeping away everything that stands between us and our goal.

[mobile]

[mumbles]

- Hello? - Mariano, we need to hurry.

But how? We've been at a standstill for six years and now we have to hurry?

The new landscape plan is about to go into effect

And we need to start work right away.

Why?

You meanwhile call the workers And be ready.

Let's see what people say as soon as they hear that,

If the project does not start on time, we will pull out and goodbye jobs.

Sorry, sorry.

[murmuring]

Good morning, Efisio.

[in Sardinian] Cheers.

The Region of Sardinia will impose the new Landscape Plan,

the PP, with which it will send forward

only projects approved before its entry into force.

If our project stalls, the community will miss a unique opportunity.

[in Sardinian]. I don't care about either the PP,

Neither of the before nor the after.

I care about staying here, Because it is my home.

But this time, there is an important novelty.

Efisio, the Group, in addition to the 600,000 euros to which they arrived,

offers you a new home,

And 50,000 square meters of new land

Where to graze your cows.

[together] Eh!

This honestly changes everything.

What do you say, Efisio?

[shouting] The slow curve! Can't you see that I'm sick?

And how much longer I don't even ask, because always two minutes.

- Two minutes. - Two minutes.

I have to unload. I have to unload energy.

This food bolus doesn't want to get out of it,

got stuck inside. Nothing.

I understood why.

It's these two in the back that make me vomit.

It is your presence that bothers me.

Mary.

[Mariano gasps]

Mary. Need to download.

Static energy -- static energy to me!

Downloaded.

Let's go, guys.

You see, Efisio, here is all the land you want.

Finally, a real house.

What do you say?

Screw that.

- What did he say? - That you can all go to...

Yes, thank you, Francesca, we got that. We're on our way.

Look, Francesca, but how long do you want this to go on?

Just so you know, eh.

I wonder if I got gray hairs because of the bankruptcy of Lehman Brother

Or for Pastor Mulas.

How much did he reject this time?

1 million euros.

Ah!

Ghiso, how many years have that we've been going on with this?

Nine years, president.

- Of course I've had a lot of patience, eh. - A lot of it, president.

Perhaps too much.

[engine rumble]

[indistinct voices]

Efisio.

After nine long years, I finally released my herd.

And if I may put it bluntly, dear old Efisio,

these are even cleaner than your cows,

Because they don't shag all over the place.

[in Sardinian] You'll be happy now!

You are a son of a bitch, a bastard....

Go fuck yourself.

Son of a bitch, bastard!

Bastard!

Son of a bitch!

Now you will be satiated!

Ephisius, do you hear this symphony? It is dedicated to you.

[noise of time work of "Shardana" by Moses Concas]

Mother said that you have started the work on the resort at last.

So did the pastor sell?

Not yet.

[in Sardinian]. Tonight go to sleep at your house.

- But "babbu." - Go to your house!

- Francesca? - Francesca?

Francesca, the work has started.

Don't worry, did you see that everything will be all right?

[together] Cheers. Cheers.

[indistinct voices]

[Francesca] Did you hear that?

Everything adjusts.

They took away Myrtle, arbutus, wild olive trees.

Now nothing is fixed.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

You say you hate concrete, but you look forward to it.

Francesca -- There are people here who have never had a real job.

- Like you and Ignatius. - Exactly. Like me and Ignatius.

[indistinct voices]

[angry shouts]

[shouting] Enough!

We were taught as children respect for this land!

Respect! We wouldn't throw not even a piece of paper!

At eight years old, "babbu" slept on it, in the open, with the grazing beasts!

And now you have gutted it this land!

You filled it with concrete!

You killed it for us!

[Masters] President, we have just won one of the most important contracts

for the Milan Expo.

And how is Bellesamanna doing?

Work around Efisio's furriadroxu are continuing.

Urban development works,

all plots were opened, the plants uprooted,

foundations poured, pipes laid,

Prepared electrical installations, pillars, attics, partitions: all made.

Good. Now it's Mariano's turn.

Efisio. The offer is still valid!

Do we want to take this little million?

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

Look, that land is yours. You can do whatever you want with it.

Eh, you see that slowly we understand each other!

What did it take? Ten years. Ten little years.

Come here and shake my hand.

It looks like the meeting in Teano: Garibaldi and Victor Emmanuel.

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

What did he say?

In my house you must not dare.

And the little million you have to put it up your ass.

How do we plan to proceed, chairman?

Asking questions is easy. It is giving answers that is difficult.

That's how you get good at it.

Let's hear what Mariano says.

But Mariano is a site manager.

Exactly, let's hear what Mariano says.

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

[James] So what about you, Mariano? Huh?

Tell me.

President, in my opinion there is a solution.

According to Mariano, the only thing to do is to build the reception

On the little road that Efisio walks down to bring the cows home,

and build another road that allows them to allows him to return to the furriadroxu.

Efisio. Did you see that surprise?

While you were grazing, we did this.

[in Sardinian] This is the way to go to my house.

And so you cannot close it.

Efisio, I don't understand you. But if you now you want to go home, that's the way.

Have a good evening.

- Thank you, Rino. - [Rino] Good evening, chairman.

- Hello, little pigeon. - Daughter] Hello.

- [Rino] Good evening. - Thank you.

- How are you doing? - Good, you?

- Let's go. - Let's go.

These are crushing us.

[in Sardinian] This is my home And you don't touch it.

What are you thinking of doing, "babbu"?

Do you realize who you are denouncing?

Do you people really think you are going to win? But it is impossible.

[in Sardinian] I have to win by necessity, because I am right!

Even if those are rich. Do you understand?

- Marshal, do you understand? - I understand, but, Efisio...

That road is mine too! I will report them!

Francesca, I think your father doesn't realize...

I report them.

And that's it!

It seems to me that "babbu" realizes very well.

He denounced us.

I also bent to ginger.

It seems that now no one can do without it.

We do job interviews all over the area,

And we start with recruitment.

Come on.

Dear Efisio.

This time you made the first misstep.

Hi. I need the spiny artichokes.

- Thorny artichokes are finished. - But how? I have them in front of me.

You see them, I don't see them. They are finished.

- They stand there, I see them. - And I don't see them.

But I see them, I'm not dumb. I see them being there.

I said they are not there, that they are finished, okay?

Then eat them all and choke on them.

It is not possible that this doesn't give me anything anymore, you can't.

- [in Sardinian] And don't grumble! - But you tell me.

[in Sardinian] Yes. Grumble, grumble!

Always.

[Masters] Mayor, we are starting out with hiring.

Are you aware that this complaint risks blocking everything?

- Of course, Masters. I'm clear on everything. - Then see you soon.

[indistinct voices]

- [man 1] Health. - [man 2] Cheers. "Ajò."

[honking]

[indistinct voices]

[man] Capable that these no longer open this summer.

I took out a home loan.

- I pay the installments for the LED TV. - I for my son's iPad.

[in Sardinian] Mayor, it's not just you.

[in Italian] We are also here.

I have already paid for the skipper's course for my son.

Gentlemen.

Efisio Mulas must withdraw the complaint.

[murmur of approval].

[indistinct voices]

[shouting] But what are you reporting?

- We want the work. - Man] Watch these go away.

You need to withdraw the complaint.

Gentlemen, then, if you have things to say, let's do it as usual.

You line up, in the afternoon, because I work in the morning,

Come in one at a time And say what you have to say.

[murmur of disapproval].

[in Sardinian] So, make do! Make do! Eh! Oh!

- You go, doc. - Let's go!

Efisio, I went into debt to fill the pharmacy with creams,

Fermented papayas, supplements.

All useless things that tourists buy,

Who with milk enzymes take showers.

We to the tourists We want to sell goat's milk,

goat cottage cheese, goat yogurt, goat cheese.

We bought a herd of 1,000 goats on installments.

Do you remember Luca when he was little?

In the end, he made himself all the schools in Pula.

He is now 16 years old, likes the sea and wants to be the skipper of the resort.

You have to make them do it.

They took me on as a bartender at the resort.

For the home loan I put up the bar as collateral.

With 250,000 tourists and the hiring of new vigilantes,

I take the contest and become a commander.

And that's why I got the iPhone in installments for my wife.

I pay the installments for the LED TV.

Antoinette, I understand, however did you all make all of you installments on trust?

But what trust are you talking about?

You forget about bread, pasta, of oil, of fruit, of wine--everything.

If you don't withdraw the complaint, you don't smoke cigars anymore.

And we pay the goat installments With your cows. And who knows if that's enough.

You hope you never get sick, For from me you forget the medicine.

Lifesavers included.

You now see it as good and dear,

But, if I get into drugs, it goes out of my head,

I don't know what can happen. I don't know.

Are you sure that here in your barn everything is in order?

[in Sardinian] Don't make me come back, eh?

Let's see what happens now!

[murmuring]

Good morning, president.

Here we go. I am now going to celebrate my daughter's graduation.

I make myself look good, an egg at Cracco's,

And you call me When the shepherd is in the net.

I am the councillor for Tourism. Culture, school, sports, entertainment,

Sardinian language, preservation of the spiny artichoke.

But most importantly, we are here today as a municipality

To tell you that the real estate group has made an important decision.

Raising the bid.

That became two million.

[shouts of approval]

Ssh!

- No. - No?

[together, shouting] No!

- [man] How can it be done? - It is impossible.

[voices overlapping]

How did he turn down the offer?

I am the city planning commissioner.

Private housing, social policies.

"Ajò, alderman, let's make this offer, go.

Efisio, three million.

[murmuring]

No.

[shouts of disapproval]

It is impossible. It is impossible.

[voices overlapping]

[cell phone vibration]

- Yes? - Mariano] He refused three million.

[coughing fit]

[Mariano] President, are you all right?

Giacomo! Giacomo! Up, up, look up.

- Everything okay? - No.

Efisio...

5 million.

Five million!

What do you say?

[man] Wait, wait.

[in Sardinian] Where did he go?

[man] Come on, come on.

[toilet flushing]

I said no.

[together] No!

[murmur of disapproval].

- Did he get up just to go pee? - [together] Yes.

I can't believe it, you said no again.

Efiso, maybe you didn't hear correctly.

[imitates Sardinian dialect].

As they say at your place.

Is that what it's called? Whatever, this thing here.

Five million! How do you say it over there?

[together] "Cincu milionisi!"

[Mariano] But didn't you understand it?

[in Sardinian] You didn't understand it either. That I said no, did you?

[murmuring]

[Don Liberato] Stop, stop.

[indistinct shouts of protest].

[man] The candidate Has taken the final test,

presenting a thesis on Green Building and Protection...

Listen, Involving them can be crucial.

Trust me, call the diocese of Cagliari.

- I can't talk now. Hi. - Come on.

Sorry.

Therefore, by virtue of the powers vested in me,

I hereby declare you a doctor in International Economics and Management.

[James] Bravo!

[daughter] Thank you.

Congratulations.

- Congratulations. - [daughter] Thank you.

Congratulations. Truly, you have earned it.

[daughter] Thank you.

I told you it would give us a lot of satisfaction.

Oh, yeah.

Gianni.

Dylan, Taylor!

[together] Aunt.

But how much have you grown?

- [Francesca] Elisabeth. - Hi, Francesca.

- [Francesca] And you. - [Gianni] Hello.

[Francesca] "Babbu!"

- [Dylan] Hello, grandfather. - [Taylor] Hello, grandfather.

Hello.

- Elisabeth] Hello, Efisio. - Hello.

Hi, Ba.

[in Sardinian] How come you are here?

It's not like it's Christmas...

We have heard that you are rejecting the million-euro offer.

Oh, "babbu?"

We bought tickets

To come and ask you to think about us, too.

All that money could change our lives.

And then, finally, I might be able to move back home.

[Officer] Settle on one side. Make way, make way.

Let excellence pass. Pass it on.

Please lead the way.

[woman 1] Monsignor. He is monsignor.

[man 1] He is the archbishop.

- [woman 2] Holiness. - [man 2] Your Excellency, good morning.

[officer]. Make way, make way. Please.

Dear Efisio,

To defend one's rights and one's roots is noble and just.

When, however, we do not consider

That our yes and our no have consequences for the lives of others,

we need to stop and reflect.

The church also makes mistakes,

When it is unable of listening to its believers.

Here, dear Efisio, I ask you to put yourself in listening.

Right now, the life of an entire community depends on you.

And this great sacrifice that is asked of you

Will be amply rewarded with...

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

How much?

- Oh, mother roe. - Priest] Excellency. Let's keep him.

It is a momentous moment,

for our community and for Sardinia as a whole.

The offer has come That no one in the world will ever be able to refuse.

12! Twelve million euros!

[shouts of approval and applause].

[indistinct voices]

[bells]

[honking]

At least I finished eating the sun-dried tomatoes.

[shouts of approval]

[in Sardinian]. This is my father's land ...

And my father's father...

And my father's father's father's father....

And of the father of the father of the father Of my father's...

And of the father of the father Of my father's father's father's father...

And I will never sell it.

[shouting] And fuck you!

Grandpa, thank you for not selling.

How good we were here once a year,

we have never been well anywhere.

Yeah.

Chief, now what?

And now it's dicks for Efisio.

Dear Efisio, I have tried my best.

[inaudible voices]

[inaudible voices]

[yelps]

[Francesca] Oh, ba'?

"Babbu."

[Efisio, in Sardinian]. They made Su Entu disappear on me.

Those sons of bitches.

Su Entu.

"Miii" though!

It is not because one was born in Palermo that it is enough to label him as a Mafioso.

And I marvel at you,

That, if it wasn't for Gigi Riva, you were still bandits and sheepherders.

And do me a favor.

Keep your eyes wide open.

[Francesca] What do we do, "babbu"?

[Efisio, in Sardinian] I am at home.

We can't do it alone, though.

I am at my home.

They are too big. They have already turned the whole country against us.

And from tonight I'm sleeping here.

Are you afraid they will take me away too?

Eh!

No one takes me away, Because I am in my own home.

- [Deborah] What happens, Bro? - What happens is that we can't do it alone.

Have you decided to sell?

We decided to sue them.

Have you thought it through? Those guys will never give up.

We also will never give up.

When I was working in Seville And I was a waitress,

I met a girl Law graduate,

who now works for a prominent lawyer in Milan.

He solved so many issues for us. If you want, I'll have him call you.

Thank you, Debora.

Does it have a belt?

[in Sardinian] Yes, I do.

- Then you have to take it off. - No.

- How not? You have to put it on. - You have to take the belt off.

But if I take off the belt, my pants fall down! What do you mean?

- His pants fall down. - He has to take it off.

You hold them with your hands.

But am I obliged?

Yes. This is the first time, excuse me.

We are doing well...

You make me look good! To'!

- Francesca] Thank you. - You're welcome.

But why did you make me take off the belt?

Because it is a dangerous object.

Dangerous is if my pants fall down without a belt.

What are you telling me?

- However, he would have a point. - All right.

Do I have to wait much longer holding up my pants?

[in Sardinian] Now comes the belt.

[in Sardinian] But what is this?

It's an escalator, "babbu."

But how does it work?

You have to put your foot up. Go.

[Ephisius] What is that thing that is seen in front of it? It looks like a church!

[Francesca] That's the Castello Sforzesco, "babbu."

[in Sardinian] But when is this coming?

[in Sardinian] Now...

Now.

- You're welcome, counselor. - Here it is.

- [Ephisius] Ah! He has arrived. - Here we go.

This is the case prepared by our firm.

Thank you.

And this is the pen. Here.

Do I have to read it now?

- [in Sardinian] Read, dad. - Ah.

- Thank you. - Let's move this over here.

So... So...

[Efisio reads under his breath].

Excuse me, counselor, my father stopped at the fourth grade.

- There is no rush. - Thank you.

Excuse me, counselor, how many pages is that?

There are 35.

Good.

[continues reading below]

Sorry, it's almost lunchtime. Shall we order something to eat?

- I don't know. Do you want to eat, "babbu"? - Yes, let's eat come on!

Yes, thank you.

There is a Sardinian restaurant below.

I don't know, some carasau bread, a piece of cheese, casu marzu.

We also eat normal things, eh. A sandwich, a piece of toast.

There would be a limit even to stereotypes.

- Then sandwiches. - Yes.

[Continue reading]

[Continue reading]

- What time do you have the plane? - Tonight. We leave on the last flight.

I don't understand this one, try reading it yourself.

Look I don't understand it what it means...

"I, Efisio Mulas, am committed,

According to Article 477 of the Civil Code,

To surrender my hereditary rights over the land,

site in the Bellesamanna area."

Lawyer?

What does this mean?

[Francesca] We were thinking of signing the power of attorney,

And that was making us sign the transfer of the land.

And you knew that. Debora, but we grew up together.

We always shared everything.

We used to share a snack at school, remember? Bread and cheese.

What did they offer you? What did they promise you?

Work.

Here's what they promised me. Front Office Manager.

Real, year-round work.

Francesca, you can no longer work only four months of the year.

Ignatius no longer wants to live off subsidies pretending to be a fisherman.

And I have the nightmare of going back every year in January on that icebreaker ship.

Ignatius and I love each other strongly.

We just wanted to get married, and you tell me about when we were little?

You talk about the past, but the future is at stake here.

And you and your father Are stealing our future.

To me, to Ignatius, and to the whole country.

[indistinct voices]

Enough! You have tried them all!

You know what I tell you? That my father is right.

Who has more courage than all of you put together

Because he can say no.

And now this we must return to, To walk again with our heads held high.

We must return to dignity.

And "vaffanculu!"

Well, after ten years a good fuck you. We deserved it, it goes.

[bellowing]

- But who are you mad at, Francesca? - With everybody.

With you, but also with us.

Always here still,

waiting for someone to come from outside to solve our problems.

Do you know why I don't leave my father alone? Because everyone here has sold out.

All.

And he didn't.

My father's dream is only That of living in peace at home.

[bellowing]

It was Debora, "babbu."

She cried, saying she had to get married.

They are doing what you said. They are playing us against each other.

[Efisio's recall verse].

- Hello, "babbu." - [Efisio] Hello.

[Efisio's recall verse].

[work noises and indistinct voices].

[Mariano] Good morning, president. Am I disturbing so early?

You never disturb me.

Real presidents get little sleep.

I, too I've been giving you little sleep recently.

By the way, president,

I wanted to ask you why I was not informed

Of the Mulas' lawyer.

What are you talking about?

Of the lawyer who was making him getting him to sign the land transfer.

President, but really are you telling me that you didn't know anything about this?

Mariano, you have always been good. Here, keep it up.

Have a good day.

[indistinct voices]

[sighs]

What's with the lawyer thing?

President, we thought it was a good way to resolve the issue.

You do not have to think.

Before taking any initiative, you must talk to me. Clear?

And who is this?

He is a good one.

Don't tell Ignatius that I gave it to you.

In fact, don't tell anyone at all.

And why should I trust it?

This is for all the times You shared bread and cheese with me.

- Daniele] Take it easy. Goodbye. - [Francesca] Goodbye.

He is our new lawyer.

A decent person. No one has gotten to him yet.

Guys? End of shift, let's go home!

- Giampi] How come so early? - Because I say so. Home!

- When are you moving to your house? - I think next week.

You? Are you all right?

Today an 80-year-old pastor with a fourth grade, sued us.

But above all, one of my best men, one of the most trusted,

He knew the lawyer's name and didn't tell us.

He has been a decent person.

- Yes, he has been a decent person. - Which we cannot afford.

[Efisio sings in Sardinian dialect].

[cell phone vibration]

- [Mariano] Hello? - [Masters] Good morning, Mariano.

Good morning.

Efisio Mulas sued us. You knew there is a new lawyer.

Why didn't you tell us anything?

Why consider two human beings only a problem

It's starting to bother me.

But you know that between us There can be no cracks.

And, instead, to me this crack Has widened, more and more.

And into it went the mistral, the cannonau,

the pecorino cheese, the suckling pig, the myrtle, the strawberry trees,

culurgiones, seadas,

dignity, courage, the '70 Scudetto.

Happy?

But you also know that so you can't work with us anymore, right?

And what can I tell you?

What do you have to tell us?

Fucking hell.

Big dicks.

I have always liked Leonard Cohen.

How is it that you say?

"In everything there is a crack.

And that's where the light comes in."

And meanwhile here in Milan the fog no longer returns.

[Mariano] Francesca!

You didn't tell them.

Come.

They brought us a cheese, try a piece of it.

[in Sardinian] But what is this doing here? But what does he want?

[in Sardinian] Nothing, nothing, Dad.

[in Italian] Now Mariano's we can trust.

[in Sardinian] He is on our side.

[in Italian] Come.

[Mariano] Good evening, Efisio.

[Francesca] It sinks.

Good. What is it?

It is casu marzu.

- Meaning. - Cheese with worms.

What, does it gross you out?

No, no, I put myself at a distance Because I am presbyopic,

And I wanted to focus better.

That's why you live a hundred years. Other than carrots and salad.

Good evening, Efisio.

No. Whatever.

[Francesca] What's going on, Mariano?

Huh?

They fired me.

It is our fault.

It's my fault, that I didn't wake up earlier.

I was their favorite man, Because I have no affections.

But they haven't reckoned on the fact that if you have no affections and you are free.

you can tell them to fuck off at any time.

Don't look at me like that.

I remind you That we must continue to be free.

Do not lead me into temptation.

At most, I free you from evil.

So be it.

I do feel a little sorry for Mariano, though.

[in Sardinian]. Eh! In life every choice has a price.

Whatever, I get it, let it go.

But-who took up the cause?

A female, "babbu." A judge born in Barbagia.

[absent]

Here is the herbal tea, president.

- Thank you, Ester. - You're welcome.

[door closing].

I'm sick of herbal teas.

So how is this judge?

President, she is Sardinian and she is one who looks no one in the face.

[work noise and indistinct voices].

[Francesca] Excuse me?

- But she is. - The strange, well-dressed one.

It's been a long time, huh.

Did you see that then in the village nothing changed?

In the village, no.

Here, however.

How did you come back around here?

I wanted to go back to the beach.

I told him. I like to tour our island, to see beautiful things.

If he goes there now, he also finds "babbu." He stands there with his cows.

Thank you.

[bellowing]

[in Sardinian] Cheers.

[in Sardinian] Cheers.

It is an enchantment here.

Yes, I like it too.

Only now here they have her surrounded.

Yes, they want to lock me in concrete.

They will have to knock it all down, though,

Because I am right.

This place belongs to everyone.

It is true.

This place belongs to everyone.

The one thing I do not forgive To this land of ours

Is that to our children.

Has not allowed to stay.

Eh!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

God willing, Efisio.

God willing, judge.

Did you already know each other?

No.

[Francesca] How did you recognize her?

It is the wisdom of our pastors.

Being a judge is a job you really enjoy, huh?

It does not have to be easy.

No. It's been a while I've been following your story,

And I always hoped that I would be entrusted with this cause.

It wasn't easy at all, you know.

I guess.

But why did she come all the way back here?

Because sometimes, reading the cards is not enough.

One has to see to understand.

And then there is another reason.

My mother, Maria Concetta, was a rancher.

He was from Domus de Maria. We used to live there.

One day they rushed her from Bellesamanna.

And because I was only four years old,

He took me with him, Because he did not know to whom to leave me.

So I assisted in your delivery.

At your birth.

I remember your mother, Dolores, little one, little one,

And you as long as a flamingo.

You were not crying.

Neither you nor your mother.

Nothing.

And there, I understood what it is like to be a woman in Sardinia.

And you haven't changed.

Hi, Francesca.

Hello...

Joan.

Hello, Joan.

By now with the ruling we are there.

- It doesn't look good. - The judge is a splinter in the wind.

That is, a judge who enforces the law is a crazy splinter?

What possibilities are left for us?

The only possibility is for Efisio to drop the lawsuit.

[James] How is it that you had said ten years ago?

Efisio Mulas will never be a problem.

And that means to have a "vision", as you like to say?

It has been twenty years that I have not been personally involved

Of a criticality of the group.

It is time to do so.

I want to meet Efisio Mulas.

Ester, will you book me the first flight to Cagliari, an electric car,

And a particularly quiet NCC, because I don't feel like talking.

[driver] You see, doctor, this is the only electric car there is on the whole island.

It took me a year to get it from the United States.

When I ordered it, everyone here took me for a fool.

We always struggle a bit here accepting new things.

Take a look around, though. We have no shortage of beauty.

Ah, no.

[driver] For example, the flamingo pink.

I wouldn't know how to explain it,

However, for me it is as if he has become a kind of employer.

If they are there, tourists come to admire them.

But if someone or something breaks his balls,

they leave and the tourists no longer come.

And I, as a result, lose my job.

I know you have to go to... Bellesamanna?

Do you know her?

And who doesn't know it? One of the most beautiful beaches in the world.

White beach, crystal clear water.

For us Sardinians it has become a symbolic beach.

If it is still ours, we owe it all to an old pastor.

- Have you ever heard of them? - No.

Efisio Mulas.

Look, a movie should be made about Efisio Mulas.

I don't know if you remember those old comedies from the 1970s with Alberto Sordi,

that denounced malpractice, corruption, arms trafficking.

You see, these builders thought they had found a "pagu bessiu," an ingenue.

He was made offers of millions, and he always refused.

And they built everything around him, they surrounded him.

And now they are in litigation.

About someone like Mulas, you know what they say here?

No.

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

Money doesn't pay for it.

For him, life is that furriadroxu.

What does furriadroxu mean?

It is "coming home."

[door closing].

But this?

[engine roar]

[honking]

[bellowing]

Good morning.

Health.

[James] This is a wonderful place, beautiful.

These are places that are good for the heart these.

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

Then why do you do you want to ruin it forever?

Efisio, we this place We want to make it more beautiful.

We want to improve it,

we don't want it to stand still, waiting for it to get worse.

We want to give people jobs,

we want these countries to have a present and a future.

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

"Babbu" says that of the present and future of these countries you don't give a damn.

[Efisio speaks in Sardinian dialect].

For centuries you have been using our hunger for jobs to force us to sell.

You even make us feel guilty if we say no to you.

[Efisio speaks in Sardinian dialect].

Before you came along, we knew how to be together.

That's why we live a hundred years.

And you don't say anything?

You were always the best.

You, too, when I arrived so many years ago, you were good.

Talk about ethics, about green building, eco-sustainability...

But you only pretended.

Actually you could have helped these people.

Instead, you remained the ones who spread cement all over the place

and they have local administrators by the balls local administrators.

The same recipe, always the same. By now you are only good at having privileges.

Always have a seat in first class even if the plane is already full.

Always a table in the best starred, even if it is already fully booked.

Pressing for success, Knowing how to always smile at everyone.

By now you are only good at this, and you can't do without it anymore.

Because by now, for you, this is how life goes.

How did you recognize me?

[speaking in Sardinian dialect].

Scents of rich. You are not one of us.

[bellowing]

- How did it go, doctor? Was Efisio there? - He was.

What's it like?

He is a brave man.

You can still find some around here.

Where do I take it?

Home.

You see, doctor, a poor old shepherd

against one of the real estate groups Italy's largest.

I make a living with tourism, and there is a hunger for work here.

But look, at some point, though,

you come to a limit where, I think, you have to stop.

[knock]

- [man] Excuse me? - Please.

- Good morning, judge. - Good morning.

- This is for you. - [Joan] Thank you.

[Francesca] Dear Joan, No one should feel guilty

Because he wants to continue living in his own home and land.

No one should be turned against his community

just because he is defending his own right.

But no one recognized it for us.

And, instead, they loaded on our shoulders the fate of our people,

all the problems of this land.

The hunger for jobs, businesses that fail, people leaving.

A destiny that we cannot take into our own hands.

A burden that we should not be us to carry.

P.S.: You haven't changed either.

[Joan] This court, in light of the elements acquired

In the proceedings initiated by Efisio Mulas against the Greatti real estate group,

has been able to ascertain and document how said group

built on a small road that had always been used by Mr. Mulas

To gain access to his home, located in Bellesamanna.

Therefore, it recognizes the importance and value of Efisio Mulas' protest.

And that no one can deny him his rights on the lane.

As they say in Barbagia, "you are balente, Francesca, much more balente than me."

I am proud of what you have done.

[Joan] This court orders the real estate group

To reinstate immediately Mr. Efisio Mulas

In the very compossess of the small road,

removing the gates and the works built over them.

And abstaining in the future,

From disturbing the peaceful and full enjoyment Of his compossess.

[in Sardinian] Now this is to be thrown down!

[in Sardinian] Yes, Dad!

[in Italian] They have to throw him down.

[in Sardinian] Yes!

[indistinct voices]

We, the largest real estate group in this country,

As an arrogant gesture of those who never lose, we make the stupidest mistake.

Efisio, on the other hand, the humble pastor who does not speak a word of Italian, wins.

Now in the world, everyone is on Efisio's side.

Bellesamanna is a paradise on earth and Mulas has protected it for everyone.

This is such a country.

A country that needs heroes with whom everyone identifies,

To the point of being moved to tears,

But then no one really has the courage to emulate.

No one had the courage of Efisio.

We thought that a pastor more than 80 years old

didn't have enough dignity to refuse any amount of money.

This is the real defeat.

Efisio won because he was right. He fought for a principle.

We, the powerful, cannot buy ourselves everything we want.

And fuck you money. And fuck you too, you can go.

You may go.

Piccinina, you don't. You stay.

[door closing].

Here it is, little one, see?

The future has arrived.

Everything is changing. Only we have not changed.

We have made the transition ecology to our consciousness.

I, for example, have always liked electric cars.

And in a few years whoever sold them to me, will decide what I should or should not do.

We have changed locations, we changed our skin.

In short, we got a facelift, but inside we stayed the same.

What is it, dad? Will you surrender to the old pastor?

Do you know what the Sardinian driver told me. who took me to Mulas?

"There comes a time in life When you cross a line and you have to stop."

No, Dad.

I will do everything To take back that beach.

Yes, that's how life goes.

You are welcome, chairman.

- What it is. - Pomegranate juice.

Enough. Thank you.

[verse of joy].

[verse of joy].

Hey!

Ah!

[laughter]

[verse of joy].

"In life it is not the steps you take that count, but the footprints you leave."

The crack has now become a chasm.

We saved our beach.

But we did not save Bellesamanna, our community.

My people.

And now we have to do the most difficult thing: look for a way.

[in Sardinian] Yes.

[in Sardinian] Yes.

[plays "Moonshines" by Moses Concas feat. Lee Oskar]

[song ends]

[man] Stop!

[applause]