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Our story takes place in a little village along the river Po,

where in winter the fog is so thick and the sun beats down so hard,

there's a man who gets confused and turns to politics.

So you'll understand that it's not their fault, the communist Mayor Peppone

and the parish priest Don Camillo they are enemies for life.

Oh, I already forgot, sometimes Don Camillo talks to a wooden crucifix and...

well, some times Christ answers him.

As they say, if the river does not go to Christ

Christ goes to the river.

Bravo, Don Camillo, but it's of Mohammed, not from me,

and the mountains, there is no river.

- Good morning, Mr. Mayor. - Good morning.

Boss, look who's coming.

People live in the space, and this one is still walks with a cross.

Hey, Peppone, look at your son.

Like his father!

Stop it!

It was you.

- You have a flat tire. - Yes I know, even this.

Almighty God, the Creator of the water that surrounds the earth

and bring prosperity to our people, please help protect us from flooding.

In the name of Jesus Christ, which is is baptized in the Jordan River. Amen.

Don Camillo!

Why didn't you stop? I just wanted to give a message.

I thought you would like to race with me.

Comrade Bottazzi was elected Mayor for second time, despite criticism of a priest.

You say that Peppone won the election?

Yes! And you are invited to attend the

ceremony of public policy, which will take place tomorrow morning

- At 10, on the square of freedom. - Tell the Mayor that I don't want to waste time

for listening his speeches against capitalism and the Church.

No! There will be no political speeches. And bring your personal tools!

- Personal tools? - Yes, the brush, the tank with holy water... - Go away!

Peppone! Peppone! Peppone!

If I were you, I would not let him win.

- Don Camillo! - Do you know how many charity parties I do?

Twenty-one.

And how many people's hands I shake for money to build a recreational centre?

He will build a house of the people, for the Communist propaganda

for drinking and gambling.

Even you gambling, Don Camillo.

If at least the lawyer had won, he ​​would give me some money for my centre.

But with this moron in charge... What do you say?

You too speak like a politician.

They want me even to bless them. But, this will be the last thing I do!

HOUSE OF THE PEOPLE

And now with immense pleasure I hand over to our beloved parish priest

who will bless the first stone of our house of the people.

Don Camillo, please.

Don Camillo, get closer, we don't bite.

In the name of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Father, why not say two words?

I have no words to tell you what it means to me to be here with you on this occasion.

- So beautiful, boss! - The most beautiful child, like you!

Look at the child next to yours, looks like a chicken.

What are you doing here?

Mayor's wife would like to baptized the child.

- Who's ? - It's mine.

- And your husband? - He's safe,

and with whom I should have done it? With you maybe?

There's little to get angry about. In your party, free love is not fashionable, no?

Did you hear that? What I told them, they don't believe in God.

Don't talk nonsense! If they don't believe in God they would not baptize the child.

Don Camillo, be on your guard.

In the name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

- How do you want to call it? - Lenin Libero Antonio.

Then go to baptized it in Russia!

Don Camillo! You did a very bad thing. Go and call those people and baptize the baby.

But, God, baptism is a sacred thing.

You're gonna to teach me what baptism is? I invented it.

If that child dies at this moment, it's your fault if can't enter into heaven for free.

Let's not dramatize now. Why should the child die?

- White Pink is like a rose. - Don Camillo.

All right, because you are always right. I'll see what I can do.

I will not leave the church until...

I will not leave the church until baptize my baby,

with a name, which I chose myself.

Now you see what these people are?

Even if you have good intentions, and here's how they treat you.

I'm going nowhere, until you baptize my son!

All right, Peppone. I will Baptized it.

But not by that name.

Don Camillo, my stomach hasn't recovered since

a stupid child on his way to school crashed into me with his bike.

Therefore I'm glad if you hit me a higher this time.

Of course, directly in the nose!

Is already noon?

- No, impossible. - Then someone had died.

No, no, many live! Perhaps a wedding.

So what do we call him?

Camillo Libero Antonio.

No, we will call him Libero Camillo Lenin.

Amen.

Camillo, he'll pay attention of Lenin!

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

I'm sorry. I can't take you with me today.

NO HUNTING PRIVATE PROPERTY

Well, well, Mr. priest who poaching in the Baron's lands.

Why? What is our Mr. Mayor doing?

At least I support the fair distribution of property!

I hope, it's just hunting work. We need to do something.

Me I do not mind, I'm ready accountable for my actions.

Who's there? Get out or I'll shoot? I count to three!

One, two...

Let's go!

What have we done! We made a criminal offence.

We have beat with our hands a public official.

Remorse gives me more peace.

My damn misery!

Why am I listening the Marxists?

Damn temptation!

By the way, do you know an honest priest with whom I can confess?

I didn't do it to save myself,

but if they found out that I'm was poaching,

the church will suffer the consequences.

Why don't you say something?

All right, I will fast with bread and water.

License and registration!

Madame, you have a violation, for speeding.

What a beautiful car!

- Snores like a cat. - Thank you, Peppone.

I just had to adjust the carburettors.

Peppone! I went to the park to get Don Camillo's bike like you told me,

- but it was fine. He left immediately. - Really?

And another thing! I told him we are going to tear them apart in Sunday's match.

And he answered that maybe there won't be any match.

- What? - He was serious.

What happened to Don Camillo?

How do I know what's wrong with him?

Don Camillo had been fasting for six days and there was no end in sight.

- Don Camillo, I would like to thank you. - For what?

Because you let me study here.

- When you return to America? - I don't know.

- Come whenever you want. - Thank you.

Don Camillo! This is all plan.

- I see it. - Do you still want the door here?

- Yes. - It will take more time.

Patience.

- Hello, Brusca. - Hello, Doctor.

Don Camillo allows others to work in the church?

And not only that, he almost treats me like a Roman.

He must be feeling really bad.

- What's wrong, Don Camillo? - Nothing Doctor.

You look like you have not eaten for days. Are you on diet?

- Don Camillo, I'm going home. - Yes.

May I come tomorrow?

Don't overdo it.

And then you chose the least suitable moment. Sunday is the match. You have to train the boys.

Don Camillo, Peppone wants to see you.

Peppone? Surely someone has died.

- But no, in that case I would have known. - Thanks for coming, doctor.

I have committed a sin against the law.

And it is also against... the Christian charge.

I know.

No, there's something you don't know.

As soon as you're gone I went back and got both...

the pheasants.

I roasted one.

And the other, hunter's cooked.

I imagine it. He had the same idea.

- Is there's more? - Well, no!

Thank you! I thank you.

What penance you give me?

Don't do it again.

Sure. I promise.

Poor Don Camillo. I know, I know.

Pure of the day!

Peppone made the pheasant the way you like it. Hunter's cooked.

Go and eat.

- What? - Enjoy your meal.

- Do you want some? - No, no, thanks. Enjoy!

It's good?

- Gigio! - Yes?

Tell the Mayor that the match will take place.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I can tell him then.

Hooray! The match will take place! The match will take place!

I therefore ask our honourable Mayor and the municipal council

the allocation of funds for a small recreational centre

necessary for the mission of our church. Signed: Don Camillo.

To make propaganda for the church, it's useless to waste time discussing,

those who oppose Don Camillo's recreational centre, raise your hand, let's see.

The match will take place!

Don't let Don Camillo beat us again this year, all right, Peppone?

Don't let Don Camillo beat us again this year, all right?

- All right? - Sure! Sure!

We have to behave like gentlemen.

With God's help we will beat the devils 6-0.

Remember that the honour of the parish is in your hands and your feet.

- We will destroy that priest, right? - Yes! Yes!

- We will fight, right? - Yes! Yes!

Or I'll strangle you all!

You have to spit blood, otherwise they are going to kick your ass.

Come on, come on.

- No mercy to that priest! - Yes! Yes!

- We'll tear their team apart, right? - Yes! Yes!

- They are dead bodies, right? - Yes! Yes!

Come on! Come on!

Make way!

Move!

Get out of my way!

- Go back! - You go back!

You!

Don't stop! Keep going!

Attack!

Lord, did you see that? This time he exaggerated! I'll kill him!

They exaggerated even when they put me on this cross.

And I didn't take it personally. I forgive them.

But we lost the game. At least you could have prevented the referee from award the penalty.

- Where the... - Help!

Stop him!

Move back! Move back! Or I brake your head!

The church is a sanctuary.

Who enters in here is sacred and untouchable.

You are animals! Cross yourself!

Now go. And pray to God to forgive you for your violence!

Go away!

Go!

Binella! Binella!

Binella!

Thank you, Don Camillo.

Here in front of me and God, you can't lie. It wasn't a real penalty, right?

You let yourself be bought by those heretics.

How much he gave you?

115,000 lire.

- 115,000? - Yes.

Get out!

- But I... - Get out!

You see? I told you he sold us out. I'm right to be angry.

No you don't.

It was you who started by offering Binella 50,000 lire to do the same thing.

And when Peppone offered more, Binella accepted.

My intentions were good.

Don Camillo, you know that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Then, thanks for making me lose.

Believe me I'm sincerely sorry.

But seeing a team like mine that could easily eat a thousand devils

seeing the joke like this is too much, breaks my heart.

- And I would like to take revenge! - Don Camillo!

You don't understand? The ball is the ball. Lord, are you interested or not?

I understand you so well... When will you have your rematch?

6-0, so we don't let them touch the ball.

Hey! You see this confessional?

Goal!

- His Excellency is waiting for me. - Don Camillo! Come with me please.

Here is Don Camillo, your Excellency.

Well! Well!

So, how are you doing, Don Camillo?

Fine, your Excellency, and you?

Me? I'm not bad.

Not bad.

But tell me, Don Camillo, what are these rumours circulating about you?

I mean you were ordained a priest to lead the kids of the village into a battle called football!

Football?

Generating a civil war.

Do you know what kind of example you set for those kids?

Let me tell you something father.

There's, a quiet little village on the mountains it's called Monterana.

Monterana!

They are without a priest.

If I hear any more rumours about you,

you will be sent there, until the owner returns.

- But the owner is dead! - Exactly.

Magrino!

Magrino, come here!

Magrino!

- Hi Jo! - Hi!

- I want to order shirts for the football team. - I heard about the game. The same as before?

Yes, but this time with continuous numbers.

Are you sure the children will not fight? The numbers will not help.

There is a commandment against that, right?

I found this in my tyre, thanks to your son.

I'm sorry, but what do you want me to do?

Listen Jo, it's time to do something about Magrino. Bad grades in school, not coming to church...

Yes, all right!

So you could fill his head with your sermons?

And become just like his father? No, thank you.

You blame me for your family problems?

No, but you're making assumptions, every home has problems.

I didn't say anything about your home. I mean to say that to respect life.

Why don't you explain that to men?

You are right.

If you want to do something for Magrino, find his father and remind him he has a son.

If you want to get married in the air, who will perform the wedding?

- We thought... - We made it especially for you.

We thought we would free fall and then merge with a three-pointed star.

We immediately say yes, then we separate and open the parachute.

Wouldn't be even more spectacular if we didn't open it at all?

Hey! Be prepared, 30 seconds to jump!

Here we go!

- You can start! - All right, prepare!

On my command!

Oh no...

Help!

Help!

Help!

Holy Mary, Mother of God...

Where is the fisherman? Now!

Why don't you be more careful?

Don Camillo, the ball went the other way, can we catch it?

No, you can't enter the orchard, I'll go there later.

- Hey, here is another ball! - Yeah!

Look at that, he wants to steal the ball?

In each case he must go through here.

Of course, he has great imagination that boy.

Who knows. I hope he could bring it back.

Mom! Mom! Mom!

Don Camillo, is something wrong?

Eh... Magrino didn't come to see the boys playing the other day.

- I was hoping he would come back. - He certainly won't be back today.

- How do you know? - Because he's sick.

Yesterday I met his mother in a shop.

And there she was buying him a leather ball.

He said he had a high fever and he kept asking for a ball.

I think he'll get well soon, he just got a little cold at the bottom.

Lord, give him power to throw it inside.

- Quick, call his mother. - Who?

Magrino's mom!

- Don Camillo, I have returned the ball. - I know, don't worry.

How is he?

The doctor says everything will be fine, but it's better not to worry.

- Where did you find him? - In the orchard, he fainted.

What the hell was he doing there?

I feel like I'm going crazy.

You always have been.

May the angels look upon you.

Move, go away!

Finally, someone who listens to me.

Good night, Lord.

- But it wasn't supposed to be three? - You're right, there are only the spouses.

That's right, Don Camillo preferred to stay in church.

No! Even now I have things to do here.

- Be careful father! - I'm sorry father.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Who is the bride here?

Do you want another egg?

Yes.

Here you go.

Oh dear, what a hunger!

Come over here.

How you grew up? It must be all that stuff you eat.

Listen, I have to go.

While I'm away, I want you to learn all the nations of Europe and our Father,

in Latin.

All right?

I think you've really recovered, go home.

Girls, I know what I want, when I say no, it's no.

Go!

- Please, Don Camillo! - No.

You have the smoothest place there, father.

All right, all right!

Thanks for the roller skates.

- You told to your brother why? - I told him they were for a friend.

But then you told him that you taking them to Luciano, you lie. It's not true father?

Your Excellency.

This reminds me of when you were a newbie.

Thank you.

But...

- They say it brings the beasts. - They say.

Not that I believe this things.

Thank you. Thank you! That's enough!

Don Camillo, it's about that show in church a little while ago,

what have you got to say?

The church floor is the smoothest place, your Excellency.

The girls don't know where to play.

The boys have the football and the basketball field but...

for girls there is nothing.

So if I had, a recreational centre, your Excellency, like Peppone...

Yes, Peppone.

How's it going with the Mayor, have you argued again?

No, but now he says he will put a swimming pool in his house of the people.

Where he will be able to do more propaganda.

Well, we're all Lord's creations, Don Camillo.

I already warned you once.

Be careful what you do.

You know if an old fashioned person like me is still around,

there must also be a reason.

The Lord be with you.

- Good evening, Don Camillo. - Good evening.

IV Card Game Tournament

The result is 11:3!

Lord, tonight is the final, between Filotti and Peppone.

What are you worried about Don Camillo?

The match as usual will become a political event.

If Filotti wins, it will be a victory for the Christian Democracy.

If Peppone wins, well... You know.

Not good if Peppone wins.

Don't get angry. And it's only a game.

I know, but it's based on reasoning, it takes brains.

You speak like a professional.

No, it's just that I know the game. Not that I'm that good but...

I can beat Peppone whenever I want.

Of course, it's unthinkable that a priest would go to a tavern.

Yes, it's unthinkable.

Priests must serve the king of skies, not the king of money.

You are right, Lord. Good night.

Let's drink to the health of Mayor Peppone!

Results 11:9!

- Congratulations boss, why don't you say something? - Thank you.

Well done!

Dear comrades, I would really like to tell you that...

Good evening.

What do you want?

- It's my turn to play. - Play? With who?

With anyone who has the courage to play a game with me.

If we talk about courage I have plenty to sell.

But the tournament is over.

If you wanted to play you could sign up first.

If you take a look at the list you will find Il Calmo written there,

Il Calmo it's the anagram of Camillo.

If you write Camillo below and compare the letters you will see that they are the same.

C, A, M, I, L, L, O

Camillo.

Of course, if our Mayor is afraid...

- Please, come in now. - No, I can't.

- Why wouldn't you play here? - An excellent idea.

A chair for our reverend.

These are no good. I want a new sealed deck.

According to you taste?

Yes, these will be fine.

Now listen.

I've already won the tournament and the cup will go to my party anyway.

So this game is just about you and me.

But to make it a little more interesting, let's bet something with it.

I bet my shotgun.

And you?

I bet my dog.

The game takes place for our Mayor Peppone and Don Camillo, our parish priest.

Don Camillo beat Peppone, 19:1.

Thanks for the game, gambling debts are paid within 24 hours.

Good night!

You stayed up late Don Camillo.

Ah... I went to see the final.

But I didn't enter the tavern, I was looking from the window.

Peppone won.

- Any problems? - No.

This game is starting to interest me.

What you said, it must be played with new cards in original packaging. Like this?

Yes, certainly. Especially if you play with someone who has a habit of marking the cards.

Let's see if I understand, if he asks for a new card deck

the first player examines it and passes it to the second player

who puts it in his pocket and replaces it with an identical one

which he had marked with his nails and rewrapped in its original packaging.

And this is the system?

Well, I wouldn't put it that way.

- So, what do you have in your pocket? - In my pocket?

- I can't understand how it ended up in there. - Peppone gave it to you.

You put it in your pocket and gave him yours which were marked.

So maybe I've made a bit of confusion.

Well yes, you have confused good with evil.

You are the real loser.

Don Camillo!

I've always paid my gambling debts, here's my shotgun.

But, I wish you would give me a rematch.

What's this? A new card deck!

Ah, how lucky! I see the cards.

7 and one 8.

729, cleared.

And this is mine.

Thank you.

What's these marks? With a scratch?

Why? You didn't do the same to score 7?

- Now we're even. - The real loser is me.

Hey father! There's no point in making a drama out of it.

It's not possible being a man, if you try to win at cards using some small incorrectness.

Listen, let's do this,

one time I will give you my rifle to go hunting and another time you will lend me your dog.

What do you say?

- Good night, Don Camillo. - Good night!

Hey, Don Camillo, who will save you from the flames of hell?

- Hi! - Hi, mom!

Good morning!

I came to keep a little company to Magrino until you come back.

Who needs company more, you or him?

- It's... - Why don't you sit down?

It seems to me that Magrino hasn't completely recovered.

Yes, it's true.

He spends too much time alone, that's why he has such aggressive behaviour.

To attract attention.

- You have done a thorough study? - You never give up, eh?

Do you think I like leaving him alone?

Of course not, I was just trying to find a solution to the problem.

And you don't think I ever thought about it?

What do you know about children? Which you don't have.

- Are we still playing? - Not now.

Then I win, 2:0.

No, 2:1!

Don Camillo, can I ride my bicycle in the church?

No you cannot ride a bicycle in the church.

- Can we skate? - And you can't even skate.

Are you coming with us for an ice cream?

Not now, I can't. Thank you.

Hey! Have fun but don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Good strength!

Oh no, I meant that you are a father and you are a priest, you can't do anything at all.

- Hey, Don Camillo. - Hi, Gigio.

- I'm making you pizza. - Thank you, I'll eat it later.

- I think I'm going hunting. - Is something wrong?

No.

Just a bad day.

When... you wear one of these, people expect you to be different.

I don't know what anyone expects to be like.

But I'm being tired, and alone.

- It's like being a cowboy. - What?

They are always alone and ride into the sunset.

Well, having said that I really think I'm going hunting.

- I think I should say thank you. - If you think so why don't you say it?

Thank you, father, for arranging the meeting between me and my husband.

- My ex-husband. - My pleasure.

I don't know if, we will live together again.

But at least we will see.

Thanks for being friends with Magrino.

He's a good boy.

Why don't you sit down for a minute?

- Hi, Gigio! - Hey, father!

Did you know that someone in the village won 300 million lira. From football games.

But we don't know who he is.

- The name isn't written here? - Peppito Sbezzeguti!

In my opinion, that's a made-up name.

Someone did it on purpose to avoid paying taxes.

I was wondering about anagramming Peppito Sbezzeguti,

I can't come up with our Mayor's name, Giuseppe Bottazzi!

You could have left this one for the other puzzle week "Il Calmo."

Well, I'm sorry that you're not that Peppito who won.

Me too. If I won I'd give you a couple of million like that to get revenge.

Boss! The reporters spread bad words about you.

Everyone thinks that you won the 300 million lira.

Well listen, this is just a slander.

A slander you'll see, a dishonest one...

but there's nothing dishonest to win from football games therefore...

But everyone in the village are behind our backs.

- We published a poster to clean your name, so everyone will see. - All right.

We won't think about it tomorrow.

To save time boss I have prepared a declaration.

To be published tomorrow morning: "I undersigned, Giuseppe Bottazzi..."

The undersigned is you.

I declare that I have nothing to do with Peppito Sbezzeguti who won 300 million lira...

- From football games. - All right.

And anyone who says otherwise, is a fascist.

- Signed: Giuseppe Bottazzi. - For the people.

All right, but...

because there is no specific accusation in writing I don't see why I should make a denial.

Boss! Someone posted this ad.

He says expelled a Peppito and he's working for a Peppone.

A reactionist! They're all laughing like crazy.

All right.

- Print the denial. - OK.

And... remove that thing out about the fascists.

- You finally open! I hope nobody saw me. - What happens?

- It happens that I feel spied on day and night. - Ah, yes? As you go.

Am I talking to a priest or with the village crier?

- You choose, Mr. Mayor. - I came to talk to a priest.

The priest is listening.

Father, I said a really big word.

I am Peppito Sbezzeguti.

You're the one who won the 300 million lira?

So it's real, a comrade won 300 million lira.

I didn't come to be made fun of, it's not a crime to play football games.

I never said it was a crime but... a good communist wouldn't do that.

Of course you can, everyone do this.

You forget that you are a boss?

Sorry but, it's free money, why not take them?

I see! You signed up for the football games with a communist spirit.

- Exactly! - And now you will give your money to the party.

Father, isn't always possible not to talk about politics?

All right, let's not talk about it then.

Is that all what you wanted to tell me, that you won the football games?

Eh...

How do I collect that money without letting anyone know?

Go in Mantova.

I can't, everyone will find out.

- Send someone you trust. - I don't trust anyone.

Well then, I don't know what to tell you.

Why don't you go?

300 million lira.

Lord, look here.

Peppone's money.

Tell me if he deserves all this goodness of God?

The goodness of God is not this, Don Camillo.

- 300 million lira? - Count them if you want.

I...

300 million lira is a lot of money. But how much could they be worth tomorrow?

A little inflation, A dollar going up,

And they will be worth half of what they are worth today.

Well, I could buy myself a nice farm, the land never loses its value.

The land belongs to the people. The world is going to the left Peppone.

Gold! There! I should buy gold and I can always bury it somewhere.

Then it's worth the same.

Well... you can... you could too...

300 million lira.

Well... take this money home. But bring back my briefcase to me.

Oh yes, of course.

No, no, keep it with you. I can't think right now. My head is exploding.

- We'll talk tomorrow. Good night. - Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

Ah... my wife, wants to know...

how... how the 300 million lira looks like.

You have 2 minutes.

We are rich!

The show is over.

Go to sleep.

- Good night. - Good night.

- The procession is not over? - Well, I'm sorry.

Father, I came to get my money.

At this time? What happened, don't you trust me?

No, no, it's not that I don't trust you, but...

Let's say that something happened tonight, how to prove that it's my money?

The briefcase is locked and has your name written on it, so don't worry.

However, I prefer to keep my money at my home.

What money?

What money? The ones you went to get me from Mantova.

I never went to get you money.

My name is written on the bet slip, Peppito Sbezzeguti!

But you have papered the village with posters saying that you are not Peppito Sbezzeguti.

On the contrary! Peppito Sbezzeguti is an anagram for Giuseppe Bottazzi!

No, it's not. Peppito Sbezzeguti is the anagram for Giuseppe Bottezzi.

And your name is Botazzi! And I happen to have an uncle called Giuseppe Botezzi.

And I cashed in the winnings for him.

It's not possible.

Giuseppe Botez...

Oh no! I wrote "e" instead of "a".

But the money is mine! I gave you the bet slip!

Don't get angry, comrade, I won't spend your money.

I will use it for your cause, the cause of the people.

I will give it to the poor.

- You call this cause of the poor? - Dirty reactionary!

If you don't give me my money, I'll kill you like a dog.

Thinking about it carefully, maybe it's better that I give it back to you.

Let me check, reverend.

Of course, I will take 10% for the church, I'm entitled to by law.

- What law? - 10% for financial consultancy.

And 30% of my recreational centre.

You believe that'll use my money for your recreational centre?

Of course I believe you, unless you prefer me to tell everyone that you're Peppito Sbezzeguti.

- But it's blackmail. - Yes, that's right.

Good night, Peppone!

I'll make you pay for this.

Lord. Why did you let him win? You saw, it's not him any more.

You ruined his life, poor thing.

First you tell me he didn't deserve to win, now that I've ruined his life.

According to you I never get it right.

Excuse me, Lord.

- Hey! What they're doing? - Digging a pipeline.

- Mayor's order. - What?

Are you all crazy? Why you gave the order to dig that ditch. Don't you know it's Friday?

- It's forbidden to dig a ditch on a Friday? - No, but no less than two days until Sunday.

Wait. Hey, Smilzo!

I'm coming, boss.

Ready!

Don Camillo says that since today is Friday

there are less than two days left until Sunday.

Ah good... considering the fact that it's 4pm

otherwise... that there are 8 hours left until midnight,

actually it will be... Sunday in exactly 32 hours.

It's written here.

I understand, you want to boycott the bishop's visit.

But what connection can be between our sewers

and the arrival of your bishop?

And then what about the bishop? What is he doing here?

You know well about the bishop. And for which reason he does come here.

To bless the foundation stone of our recreation centre.

So, if you don't shut that mouth he won't be able to get through.

We can make a walkway with two boards.

But the bishop comes by car. I can't tell him get off and continue on foot.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know that the bishops can't walk.

It doesn't matter, even bishops can walk.

But they can walk with confidence,

on those wobbly beams that the Mayor had put on the ditch.

In any case, let's stay calm. We pray to God to protect our bishop.

And enlighten the mind of our Mayor, so,

that a day of joy does not turn into a day of mourning.

What are you saying? Excuse me for a moment.

All right, all right!

We will fill that hole.

- Don Camillo, is already here? - Not yet.

Don't insist.

- Why are you in such a hurry? - I have to go and get the bishop.

There are certainly a lot of people dressed in red

that if we don't show up he'll think he's arrived in Moscow.

Who are these people?

- They want only money. - In this case it's much better

that you leave the rifle you have under your cassock, Don Camillo.

And don't touch it until I tell you.

If I have to wait for you to tell me when to use the rifle, I'd better just give up.

But there are many examples in the Old Testament...

Reactionary!

While you waste time in small talk

your poor defenceless bishop is in the hands of his adversaries.

Remember, it makes difference.

Open, open up.

Thank you, thank you, sir. I think I'll go to the village on foot.

No, not on foot, it's far...

Thank you, thank you very much but I want to continue on foot.

Above all not to disturb your political meeting.

No, no, it's not a political meeting, it's a...

they're just workers talking about salary increases and things like that.

- Stay in the car. - No, no, actually me...

I like working on workers' problems.

Come, come.

- This is my reign... - Stop. All right.

- Your Excellency, I'm sorry... - No, no, it's better that way.

Today it's a beautiful day and I preferred to take a walk.

It's a very nice village, like this, clean, polished.

There must be an excellent municipal administration, eh?

And then you also have the new recreation centre,

a very generous donor must have intervened.

Yes, a very generous.

Hi, Dad!

- Just a cute little boy. - Like his father.

My heart fills with joy in seeing so much humility

and spirit of brotherhood reign in your village.

And I hope that the same feelings are present in the football match on Sunday.

Because we don't want it to happen like last time, right?

Boss! Don Camillo has hired one player from Mantova.

The one that scored all the goals.

What happened? We can choose only among villagers.

- I know that too. - What do we do?

Go away!

You go.

Come on, Marco!

Your turn, players!

Be strong!

Throw him out!

Come on!

Make them struggle! Break them into pieces!

- Don Camillo, may I come in? - No!

Hey, wait!

Don Camillo! Don Camillo!

Hey, referee, where's the ball? Give me the ball!

Give me that.

Look, referee, he did it on purpose.

It was Magrino and you saw everything.

Referee! Time is up! Time...

What makes a man of the church to transform a football field into a battlefield?

No, you are not good at all, Don Camillo.

Do you remember the quiet little village on the mountains?

Monterana is still without a priest.

Maybe, this way we can kill two birds with one stone.

You reorganize my parish and at the same time restore your health.

How many men did you put out of action?

- Seven, your Excellency. - Seven?

You'll never become a bishop, Don Camillo.

The most important news I have to tell you is this...

Don Camillo leaves us.

His departure is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon at three.

Now I want to make one thing clear that everyone understands,

anyone will be found in the square at that time,

he will have to deal with our party.

You take care of everything and give the new priest a hand, but not too much.

As soon as I'm settled I'll make you come.

I would make a good impression by showing up with a dog and a rifle.

- God bless you, Gigio. - God bless you, Don Camillo.

I would like to take you with me.

I will be with you, wherever you go.

What I did is so serious, yes indeed, I deserved the bishop's punishment.

- Eh, Yes. - Then I have everyone against me.

- You think too having made a mistake? - Yes, I would like to slap myself.

Enough with your hands, Don Camillo. Now go in peace. And have a good trip.

- Give it to me when you get back. - Thank you.

I made it especially for you father, it's the Holy Spirit.

Beautiful.

Come back soon, Don Camillo.

Thank you!

- Thank you for everything. - Thanks to all of you.

And I'm happy to see you doctor.

Peppone's men said that anyone who greet you would be in trouble.

- So we decided to come and greet you here. - It makes me very happy.

Before you leave, it's our duty. Greetings from the people and best wishes

for a speedy recovery so that you can return to your spiritual mission soon.

And take care.

You too.

I heard that the municipality received an anonymous donation.

Ah, yes, good.

Oh, while you're away, I'll keep an eye on your recreation centre.

Thank you, many thanks.

You don't trust me?

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