All language subtitles for Libera amore mio, Libera My Love (1975) EN

Go, go, go,
go inside everybody.

Go, go, go.
Move away from the windows!

Go inside!

The building is surrounded.
Don't do anything stupid.

Down with the king, down with war.
Long live anarchy.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

- Where are you going? Come here.
- Leave me alone.

- Don't move, you little brat.
- Let me through.

Valente, throw your gun and put your
hands up, the house is surrounded.

Let the girl through.
Come here.

Listen, Libera, only you
can make your father come out.

Tell him not to worry. This time
we won't do anything to him.

Yes.

Dad, open up,
throw down your rifle. Open up.

- They won't harm you.
- Go away, Libera.

Dad.

Go home!

Throw down your rifle, Dad.
Open up.

Dad.

Come.

Get him! Arrest him!

Come on, come on,
let's go.

- Go, Libera.
- Leave him alone, cowards!

Quick!

Hurry, take him away!
Come on!

Come on, you guys, let us through.

Duce, Duce,
Duce...

With the passing
of time...

in the future...

men will come...

to see what we have achieved...

in peace and war.

Duce, duce,
duce...

The conclusion

I am making today...

on this sunny, bright...

and hopeful day...
is this:

That today,

the people of Italy
and the Fascist regime

are a united entity...

unbeatable,

extraordinary,

and able to challenge its
enemies

and also the pass of time.

Sons of bitches!

Leave it, ma'am.
They've been at it since this morning!

They already beaten up
loads of people.

Are you dressed like that
because it is the 1st of May?

I'm not scared of them.

In fact, I think I'm missing something.
Give me some flowers, the reddest ones you've!

Take the lot of them.
You can have these.

Have a good day. I'll close up now
and I'll celebrate too.

Leave me alone,
don't touch me!

I'd have an army of kids
with a woman like you. Come on.

Fascists we are...

Thanks, I'm used to it.
Either the hen or the cage.

You see, he's lost his reason.
Remember that.

Hey, stop chattering,
get back to work!

We're working
in the Zanoni Hotel.

You want coffee?
And we're working, hurry up.

Dad.

- Dad.
- Is school finished already?

- Yes.
- No.

What else have you
and your mother been up to?

Nothing.

Zanoni, Matteo.

Here!

We'll sort this out at home.

Work, work, nothing's happened!
He's a friend of mine.

- Good morning.
- Good morning. Sign here.

- I wonder what he's been up to.
- He's making trouble.

Anna, Carlo.

Nothing happened, right?

Attention!

No, Zanoni,
let's not talk nonsense.

Your wife is the daughter
of an anarchist...

who's been in and out
of jail all his life...

and who at this moment
is in exile.

- Yes, he's been in Ustica for
four years. - Exactly.

She's never been baptized,
you never got married,

therefore you are concubines
and plus she's called Libera Amore and Anarchia.

Yes, but at home
everybody calls her Libera.

Whatever. Why doesn't she stay
at home and shut up?

No, she makes trouble,
provokes us and she wears red.

- She provokes them and wears red.
- What?

I don't like that, either, Sir.

So you should be,
because this is my last warning.

Next time there's trouble,
I'll have you sent out of the city!

- Get out.
- I'm going.

Good morning.

Carlo, Anna!

Come up. Dad is angry.

Right away.

Libera! Libera!

Libera!

Libera!

Libera, libera...
I've had enough!

- You have to stop it!
- Stop what?

You can wear white, green,
blue... but not red!

Does the government
tell us what colour to wear?

Yes, they do. Change colour,
for God's sake.

That's enough!

Your father's an anarchist
who is in exile. You're called Anarchy

and we're concubines... and you provoke
them! They'll banish us from the city.

Because I'm a tailor for the army.
I work for the state, understand?

You're a loser. I'm not scared
of those bastards.

- Libera what do you want to do?
- I know what I want to do!

I'm telling you for the last time.
Do you want to ruin this family?

Every time the Federation
call me in, I'm so ashamed.

You're ashamed of me,
because I don't wear a black shirt.

Libera! I don't wear
black shirt either.

Come on, we have to think
about our kids' future, don't we?

No one can have a good life
in this country.

All right, it's not for them.
I'm giving you an order.

I don't want to see any
red clothes in my house anymore.

I am a peace-loving man.

You have to forget about your father,
the environment you grew up in.

Times change.
The time for anarchy is over!

Who put that nonsense
into your head?

I know what my father
used to say and he was right.

Darling, let's think about it.
They can't wait to banish us...

from this city. We're getting married in
a few days. We've already announced it.

Cancel it. Forget about
becoming my husband.

Marriage is a middle-class
convention! Down with the Duce!

- Stop it. Stop it!
- Leave me alone!

Down with fascism!

Down with fascism!

- Help!
- Dad!

So are you worried that freedom
of thought is a bad thing?

Here we go...
freedom of thought?

Have you decided to banish
fascism on your own?

That's not what I expect...

but if all Italians were like me,
things would be different.

- How boring.
- I can't keep quiet, I'm not like that.

Libera, do it for me, please,
give me a break for a year.

I can't get banished
from every city in Italy.

- I love you, do it for me.
- I'll try.

"Naked at the destination."

But how can you not say anything
when he talks such nonsense!

- Oh!
- Don't read anymore!

And until proven otherwise

I refuse to believe...

that the people of Great Britain...

want to direct...

...Europe away from a
catastrophe...

to defend an African country...

which is universally known

as being an uncivilized country.

We have waited for 40 years,
enough is enough.

But Livorno isn't
such a bad city, is it?

It's by the sea and there's a Military
Academy which could be good for us.

Of course, you have
to stop causing trouble.

Maybe we could hire
two more girls for the workshop.

You're dreaming. You're making plans and
get yourself into a mess.

What do you think, shall we
renovate this tailor's shop?

He's having a go at me now.

Beggars are obtaining their empire.

We won't need electric machines,
the ones with pedals will do.

You'll see, this time this bighead
will end up on his backside.

Good night!

- What did you say?
- Good night.

I won't make you wear a black shirt.
Maybe I won't send you to school.

- If that makes you happy...
- If things go as I say,

we'll be rid of the Duce
by the end of this year.

- If only that were true.
- You'll see.

Anna, what are you doing?
Aren't you ready yet?

God knows what Mom will say
when she sees me dressed like this.

What do you expect me to say?
Exercise is a good thing.

And anyway,
it's not a black shirt.

It's not about what they make you
wear, but what they make you think.

Just leave her.

- Will you come once then?
- Of course I will.

- Say goodbye to Mom.
- Bye, Mom.

- Wear it outside, won't you?
- Bye, let's go.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Mom, what's anarchy?
- It's a world with no leaders.

- Can we live without leaders?
- You bet, my son.

Your grandfather taught me that.

Negus remains and they attack
the lakes and Graziani withdraws.

And Badoglio with his white horse,
ends up in the red sea.

Marshall Badoglio
sends a telegraph:

"Today, May 5th...

...at 4:00...

...I led the victorious troops...

...into Addis Ababa."

We all thought this time
things would go well.

Nothing that we hoped for
has happened.

I imagine we will have
a very difficult future.

Sometimes I think that
all Italians have gone mad.

At long last you received authorisation
to come and visit me. Good.

A big kiss to my grandchildren
Carlo and Anna.

You know that they look more like me
than like your husband in the photos?

- Hey, what did you do?
- Well...

Well done, well done.

Fascism is a big family...

and Italian families...

have never felt so protected
in their affections...

their pride and
security as they do today.

- Rubbish.
- Silence.

Silence!

- Rubbish...
- Let her speak.

This comrade obviously
feels she has something to say.

I'm not a comrade,
but I do have something to say.

- Be quiet.
- Leave me alone.

You're saying that fascism
protects families? What families?

Yours? Or yours? Or perhaps it
protects your family, madam?

Ignore her.

What are you telling people?
Leave me alone.

- But won't you calm down?
- About political committees?

A family is not a family if
they are antifascist.

As are some dissidents, and

...they have been rightly punished.
- You see, she's provoking you...

...of this ceremony.

Why spoil the joy these girls
feel like this?

The grandfather of one of
the girls...

you have given prize today...

has been interned for five years.
Because his ideas are contrary to yours.

- Can we go, now?
- Let's go.

Carlo, Anna come on. We're going to the
place of internment.

You should have known better.

You bring me to a group of fascists. I
put up with it for a while then I lose it.

And did you see
how they behave?

You lose your job,
we get sent away...

What did I say that was so bad? Let them
intern those who don't have the same ideas as them.

I think that disturbing a public ceremony
is a crime even in a democratic country.

But I'm not a democrat.
I'm an anarchist.

Slow, slow.

Pull, pull.

- Libera.
- Hello.

Oh, Libera...

This is my friend Sandro Poggi.
This is Libera.

Nice to meet you.

And this is my nephew who
I hadn't met yet...

but he's the one who comes
to bother us for the checks.

Arrivals this way.

- Your father talks about you
all the time. - Really?

What will the nation's society do?

Let's not forget that Russia
is backing the republicans.

Spain is not Abyssinia.

- What are your thoughts on the
matter, sir? - Mussolini?

He'll intervene. It's an agreement.

- What did they do in 1922?
- They talked.

In order to do what?

To get rid of one leader and to replace
him with another.

- Men should be free.
- Be quiet, Dad.

Don't worry. They've put us
here on purpose.

We can shout all we want.
Want to see?

Down with fascism!

No one can hear us anyway.

I don't always agree
with your father. Sorry, Felice.

The only thing we have in common
is our hatred for dictatorship.

But on the contrary to him,
I believe in democracy.

And that other men
can be voted to govern.

To govern? Listen to him.

He talks like a town priest.

Really. I've said it before.

There're more ideas in a brigand's rifle
than in a democrat's head.

Yes, I'll be right there.

Wait a moment. Do you know that%90
of the islanders are iliterate?

See you later, all right?
Bye. Bye. Carlo.

But what did Sandro Poggi do?
Why was he in exile?

He got into serious trouble. He got
10 years.

He's taken on a good career. Like mine.
Do you realize?

In all our lives...

How much time have we spent together?
Five years?

Five years? The first time you were
sent away, I wasn't even born.

I've been a shit father.

Dad, I've always admired you...

I want to be like you.

- Carlo, go to bed, it's late.
- I'm not tired.

- Go on.
- But it's still early.

No, it's late. Hurry.

- It's colder this year.
- No, it isn't.

- Hi.

You've got a long face.

Maybe I'm sad about leaving.

I'm sad too...

about you leaving.

I wanted to tell you that...

Poggi!

Come on! The curfew has already
started.

- Just one more minute.
- All right.

You see, time's up.
What can one say in 60 seconds?

Nothing. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Libera.

Grandpa said that soon Mussolini
will end up on his arse.

Carlo, Anna, come on.

- Come on up.

- What is it?
- Come up.

You have to do your homework.
Leave your bicycles.

Let's go, come on.

Libera...

Libera, I'm going. Do you want
to give it to me?

- I'll post it.
- It's for Dad.

All right, I'm passing
by the post office.

Bye.

- Aren't you going to
have some coffee? - Oh, yes.

Why don't we get married?

What?

Darling...

We'll have to get married
sooner or later.

What? You're talking
about getting married?

You've always said that it's
a middle-class convention.

Have you decided
for it at last?

But it's for the children.
They're all grown up now.

Get married... get married?

- That's bitter. A church wedding?
- No... at the registrar's office.

All right. Let's sort out the papers
and we can get married right away.

What's the hurry?
I didn't mean right away.

All right, as you wish.
My love. Bye.

- Bye, Carlo.
- Bye.

The Duce who is our leader
was born in Predappio,

in the province of Forli in 1883.

His mother, Rosa Mantoni,
was a teacher like him,

- whereas his father... - It would have
been better if he'd jerked off.

What?

- He's a good dancer.
- Who?

Your brother, look at him.

Great. Great.

Libera, you're a great dancer,
you know what? You're really great.

Some people are good at one thing
and some at another.

For example,
I'm very good in the kitchen...

or working alongside my husband.

My brother's good at dancing,
whereas you're good at other things.

But not at being a housewife.

Have you sat on a train for three hours

to come here and talk nonsense?

Hey, this isn't looking good.
Let's change places.

Let's put a man and a woman.

Yes, that's better.

Actually, I only came
because of this poor fellow.

Why poor fellow?

This pathetic brother of his
is fine with it.

Is that so?
He's fine with it.

Well? Did we come here
to have fun or what?

- Give him a good example, seeing that
you're... - I'm what?

- That you're older...
- What did he say?

He said older... No!

We always have to attract attention.
Will you stop it, stop it.

Waiter, waiter!

- What do you have? Champagne?
- Yes.

Yes, that's fine.

My goodness.
It's over for us now.

- Dance, dance.
- Mom, there's a fascist.

- Shall we?
- No.

He's even good looking.

- He's even a slut!
- Rita, let's dance. Come on.

Do you want to dance?

Thank you, but I'm with my husband.

Your husband, my compliments.

I'll sort that out.
Anna, let your husband dance.

- She's a much better dancer.
- Well...

- What are you looking at?
- Libera.

Libera...

We've not been introduced yet.
My name is Franco Testa and yours?

Libera Valenti.

- Right.
- I know you well...

free love, anarchy. I know a great
deal about you.

- We're certainly not on the same
side of the fence. - Exactly.

Therefore we'd both better return
to our place. Or should I say trench.

You think that fascists are boring,
intolerant.

You have no idea how open-minded
we are, how understanding.

Have you heard the latest about
the regime, brand new from Rome?

So is mine, but it's a true fact. This is
what someone wrote about the story of G. Belli.

"Duce, you are the light."
And someone added:

"We'd rather be left in the dark.

Bugger off, Duce,
fascism and the king."

You'll be sorry.

Come in.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

I'm sorry to turn up like this.

- I'm travelling undercover.
- Did you escape?

What do you think?

From your father.

- How will you get to Spain? - I'll
travel through Switzerland and France.

The Pyrenees is a meeting point
for the red brigades.

But I have to get
a passport first.

- Have you got somewhere to stay?
- No.

But if you could put me
in touch with someone...

if it doesn't cause you
any trouble, of course...

Nonsense! Come on.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Thank you, but...

your husband, the children...

Libera... I don't want to give you
any trouble.

My husband's at work.

And nobody ever comes here.
Don't worry.

If you hear any strange noises,
run away this way across the roofs.

Maybe I'm a bit crazy...

but I have to accept
your hospitality.

Mom.

Carlo

- Hello, Carlo.
- Hello.

Do you remember?

- Yes.
- Can you keep a secret?

It's very important. Only you
and I must know.

- Otherwise, there'll be trouble,
okay? - Yes.

I'll come as soon as I can.

Go up.

- Up. - Do me a favour!
Give me a push.

There you go.

So, let's recite the poem!

- "Mise la prora..."
- "Al valico..."

And don't forget that.

Taxi, ma'am?

I'm Libera Valente.
I've got a letter for you.

- Go on.
- I need to speak to you.

I am at your command.
Come on!

I'm Libera.

Hello.

- Were you sleeping?
- No.

No. I'm not meant
to be sleeping. Thank you.

I've forgotten to eat
for three days.

It looks good...

Someone is dealing with your
passport. It's a matter of days now.

Thanks.

It's good.

If you like it, you must
be really hungry.

I'm a terrible cook.

No, I wouldn't say so.
May be I can taste freedom.

Bread doesn't even taste like bread
anymore, unless there's freedom.

You always know what to say.
I remember once, in Ustica.

What did I say?

"There are more ideas
in a brigand's rifle..."

"Than in a democrat's head."

But I didn't say that...
Your father did.

I borrow sayings... I got the one
about the bread from Garcia Lorca.

- An anarchist?
- A poest.

He was shot by the Francoists
a few weeks ago.

Come, come.

You're a smart woman, Libera.

Who have the same ideas as us.

There are plenty of people
who are against fascism in this city.

Thanks. That will do.

Do you know that Buzi
was in exile with your father?

Only a few people know that.
He'll surely do you a favour.

- Hi, Benedetta. - My brother is waiting
for you. I'll take you.

No, I know the way. Thanks.
Come on, Libera.

- Buzi?
- Come in.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Is the passport ready?
- Everything's ready. Wait here for me.

I'm worried.
Matteo knows nothing.

I don't know how to tell him,
he wouldn't understand anyway.

Matteo will understand one day.

We have to help.
We have to help people like Poggi.

Everything's sorted.

The stamp is a proper one.
Just one thing, don't leave Modena.

- Don't worry. I'll deal with it.
- Thanks.

I'll take you to Reggio.

- Say hello to your father.
- Bye.

There. He'll be leaving early
tomorrow morning.

Thanks.

Are you coming
to Reggio Emilia, too?

Yes, and Carlo's coming too.

We'll look like a nice family
leaving on holiday.

I've certainly caused
some trouble for you.

Please forgive me.

But you'll see, in a few days
everything will be back to normal.

Right... like it was before.

Try to understand, Sandro.

I love my family.

But for goodness' sake, I can't
just stay here being a housewife...

with all that's going on. I can't stand
those faces, those uniforms...

No, Libera, no...

You can't fight fascism like you
would a neighbour that you don't like.

You have already told me that.

So how are we going
to get rid of Mussolini?

You see, you said get rid
of Mussolini?

Remember, it's not just him.

If the real fascism that's dangerous,
the one practiced by those in power...

the property owners,
the bosses...

It's the one that hides behind
democracy. They financed Fascism.

When Mussoini won't be needed,
they'll get someone else.

For this reason, remember that when Duce
is defeated along with his accomplices,

that will not be the last day
of the revolution, but the first.

Don't you like it?

It's not that, but to be
a proper minestrone

it should be made with
pork rinds, chards and ham.

And minestrone's not made
with rice, but with cannolicchi.

- I like cannolicchi too.
- We'll never get them.

Go to a restaurant.

And the fortune teller wanted
to predict my diffucult destiny.

She told me I would
have a sad future.

Because a woman
would darken it.

I'll get it
Who could that be?

Mom, I like minestrone with rice,
like you make it.

Good, my love.

- Move! - What's going on? What do
you want, gentlemen?

Calm down.

My husband asked you a question.
What do you want?

This is my house,
I want to know.

I want to ask Mrs.,
or would that be Miss?

Miss... whatever you want.

Do you by any chance
know Sandro Poggi?

- No.
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Who is he?

Try to remember,
won't you? Come on.

- Does this house have an attic?
- Yes, of course.

Go into the attic.

What do you think you'll find?

- Are these your children?
- Yes.

Go to your rooms.

Go!

Go.

There's no on here.

Last year, in July, let's say...
you went to Ustica

and met a certain Sandro Poggi, right?

Yes. Do you remember me telling you
about that young man?

- Who are you talking about?
- A political exile.

- He ran away from Ustica four days ago.
- Why're you looking for him here?

- There's no one upstairs, sir.

- Are you happy?
- No.

Neither am I.

We know about your
political convictions, madam.

Do not be tempted to help him. I advise
you against that.

And the same for you.

It's crazy. It's mad.

Really! You come here looking for some
man, in my house!

I'll report you to the police!

- I want a gun if I have to...
- Matteo.

Do you understand? A political exile
in our house?

- Matteo!
- What?

- Promise me you won't get angry?
- Why would I get angry?

I wanted to tell you before,
but you got home late.

Sandro Poggi is upstairs,
in the attic.

Matteo... don't be like this.
You said you wouldn't get angry.

Let me explain.

My dad asked me.
He's a friend of his.

Don't look at me like that. What's
wrong, don't you feel well?

I'm fine. I'm really fine.

I haven't felt this fine
in all my life.

But now you go your way
and I'll go mine.

- Please don't make a big drama!
- Who's making a drama?

You're a revolutionary,
you are committed...

you have your duty to do.

But I'm a father who has to work.
I have to support you.

That's why I'm leaving.

You can go ahead ruin yourself.

Otherwise, you know where
I'll be transferred to next time?

The next world!

What are you doing, Matteo? Let's
talk about it. Where are you going?

- I'm leaving.
- What? You're leaving me?

- I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
- Matteo.

- Please!
- Leave me alone. Please.

- Get yourselves ready, we're going
to a hotel. - What about Mom?

- Mom isn't coming.
- I'm staying with Mom.

What about you?

Follow that car. Unless I'm mistaken,
Carelli's in there.

We're being followed. But don't worry.
I'll take them on a tour.

Let's go.

Everyone aboard.

Everyone aboard.

- Maybe we're better off staying here.
- No, come on.

Bye.

Come with me, Matteo's gone.

Sorry, I don't know

what's wrong
with me today.

Dad!

Libera.

My love...

It won't happen again...
never again.

I know that...

Tell Dad, right away.

- Dad... they've arrested her...
the police. - They took Mom away.

Where? Come on.

Welcome. How are you?

Did you think...

...we were fools here
in the political team?

You were wrong.
We're not fools.

Within an hour, both yours
and Poggi's descriptions...

had been given to all the police
road blocks at the border...

and we have enough information
here to put you behind bars.

Well... your friend Poggi
managed to get away...

but you'll end up in jail.
Mark my words.

Take them away.

The special court for
the defence of the State...

finds the accused guilty
of falsifying documents...

underground activities with
the enemies of the regime...

and sentences them
to five years in exile...

to be spent in a location
chosen by the police authorities.

The hearing is closed.

Libera...

My love. Five years.

You're complaining?

I'm stupid. It'll do me good.

It'll be like going to university.

What will I do, Libera?

5 years, without you.

Five years. Just like the old days.
She really is my girl.

"Poor Matteo.

"I'll be eternally grateful to you
for all the trouble I've caused you.

"Dad thanks you for the cigars.

There's no need to send food,

there's a shop here."

"I sent you the books
you asked for.

"You're right,
reading is important.

"I should read to the children, too.

"Sorry for sending you
the woollen gloves.

How did I know
it was so hot there?"

...The cooperation between
the two revolutions...

destined to give its imprint
upon the century...

is a natural evolution.

That's it. He's signed
the death sentence for Italy.

...and so Italians

welcome the German Chancellor.

Words spoken on the eve of

May 7th at Palazzo Venezia...

have been received...

...with enthusiasm...

...by both countries...

...and represent...

...a diplomatic, political declaration.

This will be a definitive...

...imprint in history.

Fools.

"Despite everything that
is happening in Europe...

"and all the disappointment
there has been...

"I really hope to be able
to embrace you soon.

"I miss you more
and more each day.

"I can't wait to see you.

Libera...

I can't cope without you."

- Do you like this dress?
- I like that hat.

- Would Mom wear a hat like this?
- Sure.

Shall we see how much it costs?
Come on.

Libera!

Excuse me...

Matteo!

Libera!

Do you, Matteo Zanoni,
take Libera Valente as your wife?

I do.

And you, Libera Valente,

do you take Matteo Zanoni
as your husband?

I do.

I now pronounce you

man and wife.

This is yours.

Sorry, the table...

It's under there.

...so far

An hour, signed by destiny...

is ticking...

on the skies of our country.

An hour

of irrevocable decisions.

A declaration of war...

has been given
to the ambassadors...

Dear Zanoni,

who ever would have expected this?
But those are the facts.

We've taken over almost half of
Europe

and England is surrendering too. It
won't be long now. We're almost there.

We are from the same country.

I have to say
I do not share your optimism.

Alarming news is reaching us.

The campaign for Greece,
"We will break Greece..."

It was an embarrasment.

Come on, Zanoni. Do you think
I don't know who sent you this news?

That blessed wife of yours causes
trouble even when she's in exile.

Forgive me for contradicting you but if you're
suggesting my wife was involved, you're wrong.

- Whatever...
- Believe me.

These are soldiers...
coming back from the frontier.

Look...

- One here... one there...
- It's not right here.

- This is just to see.
- And you can see my stomach here...

Your stomach...
That's spaghetii.

You like tomato sauce... your stomach!

- We have a Neapolitan cook.
- And how does he make minestrone?

- With pasta...
- Will you invite me?

- Are you going to join the Fascist party?
- For a plate of minestrone?

Don't joke... The Fascists are giving
those who aren't members

...the chance to join. How long is she
in exile for?

- Seventeen months, unfortunately...
- Join the party.

I'll speak to the party secretary. Your
wife will be home on two months.

That would be great, my friend.

Your shoes! Your shoes!

- Give me the shoes...
- Seek shelter, quick!

Be careful on the stairs.

Quickly, quickly.

You can turn the radio back on.

This island has been declared a war
zone. You are released from exile.

Those who have been sentenced to
less than 12 years will be sent home.

In confinement of course.
Good luck.

- Come on guys...
- It's over.

Home...

I don't believe it...

Why are you crying, Libera?

This means the beginning
of the end for us...

You should be happy.

You should sing.

It's the end of them... Come on...

And start singing

with hope in our hearts

Goodbye beautiful Lugano

oh, sweet...

You should sing.

Sent away without fault...

The Anarchists are free...

What's happening?

This way, wait.

- Don't leave.
- What's happening?

Gentlemen, the line
is interrupted. We need to get off.

Next, we're descending.

All passengers travelling to Verona,
must return to the carriages.

Passengers heading for Rome
must make their way to the station...

as the line has been interrupted.

All passengers travelling
to Verona must return to the carriages.

Passengers heading for Rome
must make their way to the station.

- We can't say goodbye like this. - We'd
have had to in an hour, anyway.

All passengers travelling
to Verona must return to the carriages.

Here.

Why don't you come and stay
with us for a while, Dad?

I can't do that, Libera. We have
to be in confinement.

I have to go to Rome.

I'm doomed.

Felice Valente,
carpenter

and Anarchist.

But when will I see you again?

Dad...

Be strong... It'll only be
a few months.

Are you sure?
Do you really believe that?

Give the children
a big hug from me.

When?

When will I see you again, Dad?

When?

- Libera.
- Mom!

- Mom!
- Libera!

See, I told you she would be back.

Libera wait.

Anna...

My darling.

See how Carlo's grown up?

You first.

Welcome back,
Mrs. Zanoni.

I just need to say
a few words.

You have not been released completely
and you must respect the rules.

You must be home by sunset
We will come to check.

Don't forget or we'll
throw you behind the bars.

- Let's go home. I'm tired.
- Carlo, come on...

Come on, we're done.

See you tomorrow, Libera.

Bye.

They're fine.

You're still better
than anyone else.

I wish I had other
dressmakers like you.

Tell me, did you fall in love with me
because you liked me...

- or because I'm good at making
dresses? - Both.

Is that so?

But love drove me more...

You're not the only one who's cared
about me.

- I had a lot of boyfriends.
- I know.

I had to work real hard.

Remember when our boss
used to try it on with you?

I was so jealous.
He was handsome as well.

I like ugly men like you.

You'd better watch out,
your friends still fancy me.

You know I trust you.

- How nice it is to be together again.
- Again...

Where are you going?

- Come here.
- That's enough.

Don't run away. Come here.

The children will be at
school all afternoon.

You know we can do?

I'll take you to a restaurant

then we can go to the movies.

Then we can make love. Okay?

News from Russia.

Due to bad weather conditions

on the morning of the 8th June,

the commando has decided

that there's no going back.

The war has begun.

The arrival of other divisions
will contribute...

to the great military
operation which is underway.

- Let's go home.
- What's the matter?

Let's go...

The German commando in order
to guarantee success...

...has decided to take part in the
initiative. - Libera I love you.

Why is there no mention
of the cardboard shoes?

Soldiers used to freeze
to death during the war!

- Be quiet.
- Be quiet over there.

...of the troops is high. The comradeship
among the troops

is confident of victory.

Ricciardi makes me sick.

- Be quiet, Libera.
- Silence, please.

Good evening.

- Hey, you!
- Come on... come on.

Will you repeat what you just said?

Does she want an encore?
Shall we make her happy?

Libera, please.
Madam, go and watch the film.

I'll report you,
you can be sure of that.

- You do that.
- Can't we even comment on a film?

You can comment on a film,
but not a Luce film.

- Not a Luce film.
- But more importantly...

defeatism is forbidden...

therefore you will remain
in confinement awaiting judgment.

What am I going to do?
I have a tailor's shop.

- You had one...
- No, no, I have one.

It will remain closed for the moment.

Closed? How will I manage?

Move along now.

Come on, you too, Madam.

Matteo... I...

Libera...

I can't stand you anymore.

Leave me alone!

- Matteo, wait.
- Go away.

Do you want to slap me?
Go on, then.

- I'm in trouble, right?
- Yes, you are.

Sorry, my love.

That means I'll be housewife
and mother from now on.

Just like you want
me to be. I promise.

What do you promise?

- You'll see, we'll manage.
- And what can you do?

They come in boxes he who knows
removes and who knows puts.

What?

Some people are born to attack
and some to be attacked.

I was born to be attacked.

But I swear, Libear,
I've always admired you.

And maybe you're right.

But just don't promise me
anything.

Anna!

Anna, come here.
Finally.

Libera!
What are you reading?

"Under the lilac flowers"

- Read it later.
- Ok, dad.

- Libera, it's ready, isn't it?
- It's ready.

There's no pasta.

Why don't you ever
make me happy?

But you know pasta is hard to find.

Anyway, I like it like this.

Carlo.

The rice is overcooked.

I've told you a thousand times.
Minestrone is made with pasta.

All right.

Give it here.

- Close the window.
- Why? Carlo, Anna.

The fascist party
has been dissolved.

Marshal Badoglio
is head of the government.

With the dedication
of the valued soldiers...

and the determination of its people

Italy will find a way to counterattack.

This is the message from the king.

We did it.
We got rid of Mussolini!

The war continues.

Go see Mom.

Come in. She's through there.
Come in.

We're here.
Mrs. Zanoni, we're here.

- We buggered him, didn't we?
- How rude...

You're just immoral.

Mates, the ideal...

Our goal will be

the international

future of humanity.

Be quiet. Are you crazy?
You never know...

It might bring bad luck.

Forgive me for asking you to meet here
but you have to leave the city immediately.

- Why?
- They're serious.

They haven't forgiven you for hiding
Poggi. I just heard from my friend.

- You must leave immediately.
- All right. Thanks.

- Goodbye.
- Good luck.

- Why aren't you coming with us, Mom?
- I can't. I must go into hiding.

And I've never really
liked Auntie Rita anyway.

You'll be safe there.

Don't stay because of me.

Libera, promise me you'll stay hidden
until I come to see you.

And please swear you won't start
acting crazy.

We'll all be together
in a few days.

Bye.

- Bye.
- Be careful.

Carlo...

Carlo, Carlo, hurry up!

"Dear Mom, I have made
a decision too.

"I'm going to join the partisans.

I couldn't tell you face to face.

Big hugs, Carlo."

Stop! Let me see.

Ok, let her pass.

Stop!

She can go.

Stay there.

Boy, that's heavy.

Here.

The commanding officer
says we must leave.

I don't buy this stuff in
an expensive department store.

And if they think...

...I'll risk my life coming here,
they are wrong.

Come on, give me a hand.

What are you doing?
Are you keeping watch?

Come on, go and eat.

Hurry up, lads.
The Germans are here.

Hide the horses, come on.

Libera, why are you here?

The Germans are here.

Come on.

Damn this thing, come on.

Straight to the farmhouse.

- Damn.
- Careful.

- Stop.
- What's the matter?

- Has something happened to Anna?
- Anna is fine.

- So why have you come then?
- Why?

Because I needed to see you.

And you came pedalling all the way
from Padova to see me? You're crazy.

Because you needed to see me.

- But you're mad.
- Why?

Do you know that you went through
the German barricades?

The Germans?

I just heard a bang
then I saw you.

- I was running away.
- But I was looking for you.

Leave me alone.
This isn't the time.

Come here, my love.

The Germans.

- Again.
- Yes.

There.

Hey, I found the chicken!

That damn guy stole my bike.

So what? I'll get you another one.

- Marco, Libera's here. Tell Gigi.
- Time to eat.

Is Cicarelli back?

Welcome, Libera.

Thank goodness
you're here, Libera.

I'm used to not feeling hungry
when I'm worried.

But these guys haven't touched
a morsel of food in 48 hours.

Have the allies forgotten us?

What are they doing, for God's sake?
The Germans are killing us here.

What's the news from the plains?

I have lost all contact.

There are Germans and Fascist
everywhere.

Excuse me, do you have any news
about my son?

I know that the brigade has been
dissolved. They are all splitting up,

they're hiding wherever they can.

Why don't you try looking
for him in Monte Fiorino?

Is there anyone here
from the Trentino Brigade?

I don't know, madam.
We've been sent here to look.

Sandro.

Go!

Go over there!

Asshole, move! Go, faster, move!

- Stop. Come back tomorrow.
- I'm looking for my son.

Did you find your son?

No, I didn't.

Damn you! Murderers!

Come here.

Sit down.

Whose orders
are you following?

No one.

Who told you what to do?

Who told you what to do?
Tell me!

I've looked for you
for so long, Libera.

I didn't know if you were alive
or what they were doing to you.

I've knocked
on hundreds of doors.

And all the time,
you were in Padova.

I hate the Fascists...

For what they've done to you.
For what they're doing to you.

I thought I'd never see you again.
How are Carlo and Anna?

Anna's fine.

Carlo's gone back to his friends'.
He's fine, too.

- And you?
- I'm coping.

Our relatives sure
don't give us anything free.

They make Anna and I
work our backs off.

Maybe they have their reasons.
But we don't talk about it.

What's going on?

The allies are about to enter Bolonga.
It's a matter of days now.

Libera... I can't lie to you.

I've left my sister and my brother-in-law's
place. I couldn't stand it.

Where are you staying?

In Padova. We found work
in a tailor's shop.

They give us board, too.

Libera, when I found out
that you'd been caught.

I understood.

I belong to
a Partisan group now.

It's nothing heroic,
but we keep busy.

You too.

Fire!

The actions of the final act of
the war for liberations...

are spreading from the Apennines
seperating Tuscany and Emilia and Alpines.

The Germans are surrendering. Mussolini
has been executed.

The war has ended.

Mom, Mom!

Now I am sure the world will be OK.

- I'll give you a slap!
- Who?

- Stop the music!
- Mind your own business!

Enough already!

- What's going on?
- The same old story.

Have you at least put in
the application for accomodation?

Yes, I have.
Like you told me to.

I'm not asking for an apartment,
but they have to give us two rooms.

- Goddammit... at least that.
- You're right.

- I'm going to the commissioner today.
- See what you can do.

If they don't give us accomodation,
they'll have to face me.

They will, you'll see.
We're top of the list.

- Anna.
- Yes.

Put some water on the fire for
when I get back.

I'll find something to eat.

All right, Mom.

Don't get seen. Be careful.

Libera, you're so beatiful.

What?

Are you just going like that?
No kiss?

What's got into you?

Nothing.

I'm here about my application.

My name is Libera Valente-Zanoni.

Have a seat, Mrs. Zanoni.

What are you doing here?

The accomodation service...

has allocated a
three bedroom apartment...

in the St. Peter's area for you.
Palazzo Lucchesi, Apartment B.

It's available immediately.

I don't want a house from you.

You have no right to be
behind this table.

If I'm here, someone
must have put me here.

- Who? - Someone who was authorized
to dod so

and who obviously trusts me.

They trust you. I don't.

- May I help you?
- The President of the Committee.

- He's in a meeting right now.
- Good.

I'm Libera Zanoni, everyone
knows me in the province.

Libera! Don't you recognize me?

- I was a witness at your wedding.
- Of course...

We were in exile together. You see? We
made it.

Who ever would have thought that back then?

How can I help you?

- There's a Fascist in the prefecture.
- I don't understand.

He's sitting behind a table
like during the Fascist period.

When, in Modena,
he arrested and tortured people.

You've even made him chief.
His name's Testa.

I know you're surprised, Libera...

but maybe you don't know that
Mr. Testa...

has been collaborating with us
for the past few months.

I don't know what he's done
in the past few months...

probably because
I've been in jail.

In order to rebuild our nation
which has been destroyed...

we need to give everybody a chance.

- We need everybody we can get.
- But he's a Fascist criminal.

We can't afford to dismiss 50%
of all Italians.

Fifty, sixty, seventy percent
if necessary.

The exploiters, the judgers, the
professors...

those who blindly
obeyed the Fascists.

If we don't do it now,
we'll be surrounded by them.

They come out with
truncheons and bombs. All right?

Mrs. Zanoni.

Libera.

In a democracy,
once the storm is over...

everyone has
to return to their posts.

Some people work in the fields.
Others in factories...

others run things,
or work in politics.

The place for a woman like you,
who has fought

and suffered

should be at home now, where you can
finally spend time with your family.

You're saying that I acted
like a madwoman for 20 years.

I learnt lots of things
from the war.

They never stopped persecuting me.

Now you're persecuting me.

Let those gentlemen recreate Italy
with the Fascists.

I'm going to reread
my recipe for Minestrone.

I've forgotten how to make it.

Let me go.

Stay down, for God's sake!

- What's going on? - There's a Fascist
shooting from the roofs.

We've been after him for three weeks.

Where are you going?

I live down there.
At the end of the arches.

Stay under the arches
but don't let yourself be seen.

Watch out!

What am I doing here?

I have to do something.