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Put them all there!

Captain, we found this one.

Shout: "Long Live the King".

Hang him! Burn everything!

CILENTO, KINGDOM OF THE TWO SICILIES

Lazy bums! Get moving!

- Where are you going? - Runnin', pa.

Mom!

There are men on the beach.

- What do they want? - They want you.

- Who are they? - The Capozzolis.

The Capozzoli brothers? Good lord!

1 need the overseer, where is he?

In the olive grove.

Get your father, Salvatore.

Wait here.

Lady Maria, you're giving all this money to them?

- Let me do this, Saverio. - As you wish.

Farewell, Lady Maria, and thank you.

If the soldiers burn our town too?

They won', no one knows we're here.

Excuse me, sir, Lawyer Cucco is here with Doctor Pinto.

- Where are the Capozzolis? - They've vanished.

If the police find it and read our signatures, we're done for!

That proclamation is too exireme, I told you.

Asking for a Constitution and aid from France,

you can't do that!

We have to take a step at a time.

We never should have trusted them.

We'll meet this evening at the usual place.

No, with all the gendarmes around,

the rectory isn't safe anymore.

Come on in.

When my father died, this door was painted black,

since then it's not been opened.

Today Mom unlocked it and said: "Go in".

Look!

Salt.

Give it here, it's French.

The Travels of Pythagoras.

A philosopher from here.

Zeno was from here.

The sect used to meet here.

- Now where? - I don't know.

1 do: at the rectory.

Why don't we go too?

They're not there now,

they're not meeting for a while.

But there's something you can do.

What?

Go and get the proclamation.

The one read to the people.

If the police find it,

the sect is done.

Why him?

He's one of them, we aren't.

Sarraino won't give it to us.

Say the Capozzolis sent you.

But it's not true.

The proclamation has to be burned.

So, you got the courage or not?

- Yeah. - It's for tonight.

But the town was just burned down.

- See, you're scared! - I'm not.

I'll go tonight.

I told you over and over

not to hang around those two.

Know who the men in the boat were?

Bandits, murderers and brigands.

People who had to hide...

No, they're Carbonaris, Jacobins...

You're wretched!

You don't understand a thing.

You just parrot the words.

You're in with the gentry.

You take after 'em!

They're Jacobins in Paris

but here...

Let me bite my tongue.

No, actually...

I'll show you.

Come with me.

Take your jacket.

- Evenin'. - Evenin'.

Go inside.

Keep moving.

Lift that stone.

Lift it!

See where a part of the oil goes?

- Where? - Take a good look.

Understand?

The gentry steal from farmers

even the miserable amount of oil they sweat a day's work for,

But since I run the olive press and I'm their right-hand man,

our family gets some.

- Not true. - Smarten up!

The gentry, those Jacobins,

are people who rob the poor!

You've studied,

because we're rich now.

But your father was born a peasant,

never forget that.

Watch it.

If you talk about this secret,

I'll kill you.

Quiet, come in.

Take this paper.

Wait outside, I'l bring you a gun.

"This impoverished people,"

"moved by harsh, positive desperation,"

"is here today to ask"

"the good government of the Constitution of France..."

If anyone sees you, shoot.

Leave by the lower path.

Hide that paper.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Chop the others off too, for all the towns around here.

Let it be a warning to them!

This is how they'll end up...

all the King's enemies!

Long Live the King!

1 give my name to Giovine Italia,

an association of men holding the same faith,

and I swear to consecrate myself

to constitute a nation, Italy which is One, Independent,

Free, a Republic,

and to carry out the instructions given to me

in the spirit of Giovine ltalia,

by men like myself, who represent the union of brothers,

and to keep its secrets, even at the cost of my life.

1 do so swear, invoking upon me, the wrath of God,

the abomination of men, the infamy of perjury

if I betray all or part of my oath.

1 give my name to Giovine Italia,

an association of men holding the same faith...

1 give my name to Giovine Italia,

an association of men holding the same faith...

Ladies and gentlemen, may we have silence, please.

PARIS

Thank you.

Vincenzo Bellini has been engaged by the Paris Opera House.

The French may be forgiven their volubility.

Now they will tire of Constitutional Monarchy,

as they did of Absolute Monarchy and then the Republic in all forms,

then the Empire, then the Monarchy...

For us Italians, it is not amusing.

Our liberation depends on the French nation.

One day it will see

it is unworthy of such a mission and will change its ways.

It will be what it should have been

and what we hope it will be.

Never fear, as always, France will come to Italy's aid.

Marquis,

France has only aided us when our ruin forestalled its own.

We have no debts of gratitude.

And we'll not accept a graciously granted freedom.

What a sharp tongue!

Let's now hear our friend's music.

She's an extremely seductive creature.

You can hope for a gallant adventure, but don't fall in love.

She's seductive, but denies herself at the crucial moment.

Might she have syphilis?

With the lives she and her husband led, it's the least to expect!

It's time, let's go.

Here you are, Baron!

Princess, these are my friends.

We're friends of Mr...

Filippo Strozzi.

Let's speak Italian then.

Your Mr. Strozzi imbues us with hope

that one day we'll be part of the same nation,

we who speak the same language.

It's precisely this we love about him, isn't it?

The inspired faith of Mazzini.

Mast of Europe's police forces know that Filippo Strozzi

is Mazzini's code name.

You run no risk in this house, nor does he.

Tell me.

Three years ago you generously financed

the attempted insurrection of the Sect of True Italians.

- And I should finance this idea of Mazzini's too. - Yes.

Wasn't that defeat enough?

The True Italians are a sect of rogues, we despise them.

They are ridiculous compared to Mazzini's plan!

Sects, secret societies, conventicles don't aid our cause.

There are few of you and you're quarrelsome, ponder it well.

The most important thing is to have faith.

- In God? - In the people!

Do you know any plebeians,

apart your farmers and servants,

who certainly won't open their hearts to you?

You have the look of gentry, you own lands.

Yes, especially olive groves.

Our friend is in Giovine ltalia and he's a peasant's son.

We'll be giving him the money we collect in France.

I see, wait a moment.

Shut up, those are secrets.

Here, read this.

This was put on the facade of my building in Milan.

Even if I wanted to, I'm unable to give you any money.

The Austrian governor hinders the access to my patrimony.

You must regain possession, for yourself

and for our cause.

I have no faith in this expedition.

But I'll have you meet someone who can help you.

Not to please Mazzini, who spreads bad rumors about me,

but for the passion I read in your eyes.

Come with me, I'll introduce you to Marquis Rosales.

Paris, huh?

- What do you do in Paris? - We work with a physician.

- Why are you going to Turin? - We're looking for squill.

It's an herb needed for an expensive medicine.

The purest anywhere is near Turin.

Let's go.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

TURIN

- Salvatore, Rosa's coming up. - Alright.

Did you get it all?

- All set, you'll sew that yourselves? - Sure.

Get moving.

Salvatore, how do you like it here?

- Not bad. - And Rosa?

She's getting used to it, she may have a job with a milliner.

Then she might like this.

It's a gift from Paris.

Thank you, Angelo.

It's very elegant.

I don't know...

There.

Never forget,

we're brothers.

How've you dressed my Salvatore?

Looks like a ladies' man, huh?

-Did I cut the squill right? -Yes.

We prepared it like you said.

- The doctor in Paris will be glad. - I'll set the table.

- Don't, we're leaving right away. - Won't you stay a while?

- I made 'cavatielli' pasta. - Stay a bit longer.

No, the council thinks it's not wise,

we'll go to the designated Inn and leave tomorrow at dawn.

- Martyrdom. - Resurrection.

Mr. Tambasco,

this brother comes from Parma, his name's Antonio Gallenga,

but we'll call him Procida, listen to him carefully.

He wants to make an attempt on the Savoy King's life.

Carlo Alberto?

He can't deceive liberals, and then hunt and execute them.

Carlo Alberto must die and ['ll die with him.

There's no other way to get close and stab him in the heart.

I've studied my plan well.

- What does Mazzini say? - I met him in Geneva.

He gave me the name of Procida.

He got me a false passport to get to Turin

and he put me in contact with your council as my base.

-What should I do? - Procida needs a weapon.

- He wants to stab him. - In fact, he needs a dagger.

It's impossible to get a weapon in Turin at the moment.

What should I do? Steal a knife from a kitchen?

I said it was impossible in Turin.

Go to Mazzini in Geneva and he'll give you a dagger.

- Why doesn't he go? - He's too well-known.

Besides, the council wants a third brother

to receive what will become a seal.

You've just arrived, the police don't know you.

- But I still have to receive... - Trust.

Carlo Alberto's death will fire our uprising,

all our efforts will be given an extraordinary boost.

This is your passport, you'll leave tomorrow.

It's an outrage.

They're ridiculing the King!

The King in a brothel...

This play is immoral!

Just like "Hernani"!

We want verses, not this trash!

They're interrupting again?

With the excuse of Classicism, they want to stop all progress!

Here's the real poetry.

Wig-wearers!

Close the curtain!

- Brigands! - Yes, and proud of it.

Call the gendarmes!

Let them continue!

Let them act!

Let them act!

Respect the actors' work.

Stop!

Let them act!

GENEVA

Have a seat, Tambasco.

Would you like tea?

No, thank you, I must leave right away.

So,

how are preparations going in Turin?

Sir,

there are few of us, and the police are everywhere.

Sometimes I'm afraid to talk to the other brothers,

I'm not sure I can trust them.

Don't worry, the councils are under my authority.

Keep fear under control, it can be dangerous.

Look at Procida.

Men like him should give us courage.

When my fraternal friend here

presented his project to me, I objected, argued.

I fried all I could to dissuade him.

But that boy isn't afraid of dying.

He is one whose determination stands between God and conscience,

and whom Providence puts on earth to teach despots

their power can end by the hand of a single man.

I suffer thinking of our friend's sacrifice,

but I know, in this way, he'll begin a second life,

not only in Heaven, but also among men.

He knows this

and it is a thought which will comfort him as he dies.

Ours is a rough road.

You know,

they jailed my dearest friend to force him to betray me.

He said nothing and as soon as he was alone

he broke a piece of metal from the door,

sharpened it and cut his jugular.

The guards found him in a pool of blood.

He died despairing of men

and without being stirred to revenge by any word of mine.

His corpse is always before my eyes.

Go, my friend,

the road is rough, but the reward is bright.

May God be with you.

May I see it?

- It's barely sketched. - Please.

You really don't deserve it.

For my playing?

For the way ideas play in your head.

No one has ever drawn my portrait.

The expedition to Savoy will fail, Mazzini recruits rich middle-class.

Class conflict is necessary.

Mazzini wants no terror or blood.

But he had two spies murdered!

They were surely plebeians,

Mazzini doesn't spill blue blood.

Why do you insist with this story?

We know the police spread this rumor. He didn't have those spies Killed.

What harm would it have been?

It's a crime against all law.

The law? I damn the law.

Laws on property, who cares?

We don't own anything!

Laws on justice? To defend what?

Laws on freedom?

Without work, tomorrow we're dead.

Revolution or nothing.

Domenico, there's no equality without revolution!

So what about fraternity, freedom?

A betrayer is no brother.

Our political and moral creed.

I'd almost say a religious creed, is expressed in just one word.

Equality!

Equality of political rights.

Our final and permanent objective:

equality of social condition.

That's our battle.

We could experiment,

unite the farmers to cultivate farmland together.

They haven't enough brains for these experiments!

Alright, but for all the problems brought to bear

on the farmers of lower Lombardy, the landowner could be of help,

looking into what happens on his land!

Examining renters contracts to obtain more regard for the poor.

Possessing lands can't include such hassles!

It must!

Are landowners limited only to the possession of State bonds?

"May the spice of our kindness"

"be not such grave torments,"

"but mild distain and mild refusal,"

“fights and wars to be followed,"

"restoring the heart,"

"by either peace or respite."

Thank you for staying with me so late.

I was very depressed.

1 understand you.

If men of such distinction are indifferent to the farmers...

One must live among the farmers,

something none of them do.

The inert find it hard to lift a finger

and inertia is a filthy sore!

When Angelo and I arrived in Paris,

the revolution felt in the air.

There was a fervor, an excitement...

1 don't know why, but weeks are passing, months

and the goal seems more distant.

We aren't made for deceit and truth at the same time.

Little by little we tire

of the cold we find in what appears to be ardent

and bright.

The fault is within ourselves,

but we don't realize it.

In calling illusion, truth

and truth, illusion,

we let ourselves be transported by the stream without looking back.

I'll let you rest, you must be tired.

- Good night, Cristina. - Good night.

See if he's in there.

- Well? - He's not.

Let's go.

- Well? - He's not inside.

In fact, the hearth is cold. Did you look in the barn?

- Nothing. - Let's look in the hay loft.

Damned Gallenga!

Where can he be?

- He must be around here. - He knew he shouldn't be seen.

Call him!

I have something to tell you.

I'm expecting a baby.

I have to talk to you.

Not even my wife should know these things,

but I can't stand it anymore, I have to tell someone.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

With this, it's 30,000.

So you met Mazzini?

Quiet!

He's a very rigorous man,

but we can't talk here, Rosa mustn't know.

Salvatore, are you scared?

No, I would be if we were attacking the ships in Genoa,

or going to fight at the border.

- There'll be fighting in Turin too. - It'll never happen.

No fighting either in Genoa or at the border.

First, we were supposed 10 leave in October, to do a blitz.

Then in November, then December, meantime the General

was gambling the expedition money away.

This is February, the police knows everything by now,

there are spies everywhere, anyone can betray you.

And then there's Gallenga.

Mazzini was convinced he'd kill Carlo Alberto.

How did it go?

Gallenga shuffled around, saying he had to perfect the plan,

meantime he went around boasting what he was planning.

- Quiet! - So the plan became known.

The council got him a house in the country

where he stayed a few weeks and then disappeared.

Everybody's disappearing,

of the 1,200 who should be in the expedition,

there's now less than half. - What are you saying?

The Swiss police caught the Poles and seized the weapons

and the German volunteers were broken up before they could unite.

- How do you know all this? - I told you, it's all out!

- There are spies everywhere! - The spies talk to you?

The spies spread the news they want.

It must be a tactic, they're hiding daylight, it's all false.

I don't believe it! We have to wait and see.

We'll see.

Let's pass down under here.

Hold it.

Here are the weapons.

Are they all there?

What, don't you trust me? Want to count them?

No, let's get out of here.

He was very touched while telling me his story.

Just listen to it, it's such an incredible story.

If you want some more, sir...

This story is really incredible, no jokes.

- As soon as he goes out... - Where is he going?

It's you? You scared me.

Tomorrow we burn Savoy and the fire will spread to all of Europe!

- You're drunk. - I'm drunk with joy.

Kiss me.

Where are you?

Come here!

Let's stay together!

Sir.

Sir.

General Ramorino said the expedition is over.

He's given orders to the troops to break up and go home.

Where is he?

I must speak to him.

He left over an hour ago.

Damn him!

Do you intend to give me the amount I ask, or not?

I don't intend to.

Princess,

you have an income of 600,000 lire at your disposal.

Where did you get this ridiculous information?

>From my maid?

1 won't give you anything, Angelo, your insurrection failed.

Doesn't your father send you money from the income of your land?

If you think you can arm these men, pay from your own pocket.

My father stopped sending me money,

his excuse is the crops got destroyed.

But I'm not going back.

And you won't help me.

The Belgiojoso school!

- What do you mean? - There's immorality in Milan.

The Belgiojoso school's responsible.

You people from Lombardy don't have the Republic at heart.

The truth is, I strive for a government

guided by a beggar's son, I strive for democracy,

the only one worth risking a revolution for.

But to found a democratic government, wanting it isn't enough,

the people must be ready.

Educating a people isn't done in a day!

It takes time and energy.

But you and those bloodthirsty ones seducing you

insist on a dagger to free a people who'll never follow you

because they don't understand you! - No!

The first effect of the revolution

will be to split wealth in equal parts for all.

Although ignorant, they'll rise up, at least out of selfishness.

And then what will they do with this revolution?

You can't tell a people you're free,

you must say: "Here are the boundaries between slavery and freedom.”

You have to spread light in their minds.

Make them aware of their rights and duties.

Princess...

do you think you know more than Charles Teste,

Voyerd'Argenson, Auguste Blanqui'?

I have no definite certainties, Mr. Angelo Cammarota.

When I use the word "believe" I'm expressing hope.

But I can't stand you an instant more repeating the words of that Bernard

and of his teachers, as if they were...

I despise you, Angelo.

But be aware that these friends of yours

undermined the expedition through doubt and sarcasm.

Traitors undermined it!

I was mistaken about you, Angelo.

Farewell.

Farewell.

- What's his name? - Saverio.

Like the overseer, may he rest in peace.

Cheers!

I'm happy you're here too.

The Lord is merciful, He always sends nice gifts.

I'm glad to see you.

May God bless the earth you tread,

but, remember, only good deeds.

Father Carlo, you know I have my own ideas.

But there aren't just atheists in our family, take Carmine for instance.

Domenico too has dedicated himself to a good cause.

Yes, but some give with joy, like Carmine.

And that's their reward, because through those hands,

God speaks to us.

Through those eyes, He smiles upon the earth.

But there's lots of anger here too.

Anyway, today's a day of feasting.

And Carmine will make a good priest.

Could I taste a little wine then?

Salvatore, you didn't offer any wine to Father Carlo?

- They didn't give you a drink! - To Saverio's health.

Angelo, what are you doing there?

- Come dance with us? - No.

Look what you've come to! Don't be so unsociable!

Arduino, which one's your girlfriend?

I'll introduce her.

Come on, let's dance.

Let's see if you can dance.

Leave her alone, are you nuts?

- Back off, leave him alone. - I ask your forgiveness!

See why I don't dance?

- Because you're bigots. - Shut up, Angelo, go away.

Domenico, take Angelo away!

Come here, you stop too!

Play!

- Nice party! - Get out of here!

Come on, play!

Dance! All of you dance! Dance!

You spent two years in poverty while they were living high

and now you let them ruin your son's party!

You're wretched!

May 17

Come on in, Angelo.

Nice party.

Thank you.

I thank your mother, she was very generous.

Did you see all the beautiful fruit she sent?

So, you're staying here and doing your father's job?

That's how it goes, it's best this way.

I'm the only one left to support my whole family.

The new overseer.

Did you see the council about it?

-No. - know.

They asked me to explain your behavior.

What is it, are you my keeper?

If 1 were, I wouldn't let you hide when there's a need to fight!

- What? - I know everything.

You were in with the dirtiest spies in Turin!

- You don't know a thing! - You've disgraced our group!

- You're a traitor! - You're false and a liar!

You've always despised me, but now I despise you!

Come here, my Lord Angelo.

Want to see something?

Look here.

Do we abolish this? Start a revolution right here?

- What is it? - Don't you know?

Don't you know your families steal ail from the farmers?

If you don't know, I'll tell you,

the overseer will tell you.

You bastard!

-I did it. - What?

Salvatore was a spy, a traitor.

He sold out to the police, he's been punished.

You're insane.

Mercy is the weapon of cowards, history must see them as cowards,

betrayers, traitors like that rat!

An exemplary punishment was needed.

Revolutionary virtue is ruthless!

Mazzini would never have allowed such infamy.

- He'd have struck the first blow! - No.

This is no infamy, it's an act of justice.

We made an oath.

Don't forget that.

Give me a clean shirt, I have to leave right away.

When even your hopes have been dashed,

not seven times,

but seventy times seven,

never repudiate hope.

When an attempt is made without success,

we must look around,

look within ourselves

and reflect carefully.

Discover and admit the mistakes made

and see where they came from.

Look for ways to put things right.

Then start again from the beginning

and a third time and a fourth,

until you achieve it.

Ours is a war, a deadly war,

which has been fought for years, for centuries,

and you think you'll win it with the first battle.

Search them and put their things here.

"I heard nothing more about Angelo,"

"but during these years of conspiracy I've always thought of you, Cristina.”

"News reached me about your contribution to the Roman Republic,"

"about the hospitals you've organized"

"for the volunteers wounded in battle,"

"and about the joy in the eyes of those boys."

"The Republic in Rome, the Pope fleeing with his court of bishops,”

"Mazzini proclaiming universal suffrage,"

"the lands handed over to the farmers.”

"We couldn't have imagined anything more grand."

"Italy was coming to being, Cristina."

"We would become a united Italy, free, republican, democratic.”

"I had set out to reach Garibaldi's army,"

“"but I was ambushed.

"I fled and almost at the border, I was arrested.”

"I'm serving a 30-year sentence for association with a sect,”

"hoarding of weapons and armed insurrection."

Long Live the King... Long Live the King...

"This is perhaps the last letter I'll be able to send secretly.”

"Please know I've never stopped fighting"

"and I know that a nation will never be free and independent"

"except through buying this freedom with our blood."

"Your most devoted and faithful Domenico."

MONTEFUSCO, KINGDOM OF THE TWO SICILIES

Here you are!

Some come from Ischia, some from Procida,

or from Nisida.

A penal settlement for crimes of every type.

You're no longer with the Camorra here,

there's no sea here,

we're at Montefusco here.

The King has declared this prison a remarkable one!

You'll be locked up,

State criminals that you are.

I was raised on tobacco, gambling, wine and swearing,

but I can read and write.

So I can make my reports, but I never read.

Reading is a waste of time.

Makes a guy end up like you.

You're all scholars, look at your ruin!

Damned pen and paper, ink and all the books on Earth.

They've scrambled your minds.

Never ask for books, or anything to write with.

You mustn't correspond to anyone outside of here.

The books you have with you, and only if you behave,

will be returned to you.

But don't hope for any others.

One: 25 blows for every scrap of paper.

Two: 25 for every pen or pencil.

Buttocks thrashed bloody for every illegal letter

that comes in or goes out.

Tum around.

Take them away.

Sit down, all of you.

How are you?

They beat us to a pulp

and crammed us into a livestock cart.

Us foo.

Worst was, most of us had believed the guards.

They were hoping to regain freedom.

Did you see?

They even brought Carlo Poerio here.

Have you ever met him?

Years ago, in Paris,

in Princess Belgiojoso's salon.

Come and see, Giovanni!

Domenico, sir, you come and see too.

No.

- Want to make the bell ring? - Give me a coin.

You're throwing bread away?

Shut up, she's my hope when I get out of here.

She smiled at you!

Since you got your Dante back,

you don't talk to anyone anymore.

It's such a consolation for me 10 read these verses again.

Although the book's in such bad shape.

Would you like to eat with us today?

No, you already know, I'd rather not.

- Forgive me. - You forgive me, my friend.

I have a bad disposition.

- The gentlemen send you this. - Thanks a lot!

I sewed the guard's jacket and he gave me this bread.

- No, thank you. - Take it. - Thanks.

Domenico, come with me!

Domenico, sir?

The other day Nisco was put info the infirmary,

his mother told him to pretend to be sick

so the doctor could give him this message.

You can hardly read it,

sweat has bleached it, but we managed to make it out.

There are maneuvers to bring the French back to Naples.

They're really serious this time.

Ferdinando would be exiled and Bonaparte would come.

Luciano Murat's name is rumored.

The Neapolitan patriots aren't sure what to do.

This means that someone

believes this is the path to follow.

The note's addressed to you, if's your opinion they want.

Right!

The proposal for Murat is crazy.

The new French emperors are just a bland copy of Napoleon.

Ferdinando must fall before there can be a King of Italy

and the King of Italy must be Italian, he must be a Savoy.

What do you think?

I'm here because I believe in the Republic and democracy.

Don't ask my opinion about crowns.

We're here foo, that should be enough for you to deign an opinion.

Once all liberals, even those in the North,

moderates or democratic, monarchists or republicans, everyone,

believed that to found a modern State in Italy

the initiative should come from Naples.

When there was talk of the Savoys,

more bigoted than the Bourbons,

no one thought our fate should be entrusted to them.

Is it worth our suffering

to see the son of that traitor Carlo Alberto succeed Ferdinando?

What is tiny Piedmont compared to the great southern territories?

Listen,

it's reality that hastens the situation.

1 argued to make the Bourbon monarchy constitutional.

I hoped it might lead the unification process.

And now?

1100 am convinced that the unification of Italy

either comes about shortly, under the Savoys,

or it will never happen.

Don't drag it out, the round will pass by soon.

It's decided, the answer is no.

My brother Alessandro wrote:

"Oh Italy, no foreigner has been generous with you."

May Piedmont be, forever and always, our North Star.

Keep together.

Come on, move it!

You've got an hour.

What are you looking at? Move!

Come on!

Francesco, sir?

Francesco, sir?

Did you know that Mellucci is a sorcerer?

He knows how to fly us out of here.

Are you serious?

1 believe in these things, don't joke.

I'm not, he can't do it only because the bars

are in the shape of a cross.

Sorcery can't work.

Damned crosses!

Pass the bowls around.

Domenico, sir, are you coming in there too?

- Today we all eat the same. - I'll come when it's ready.

Meat for everyone today.

Now don't say His Majesty doesn't care about you!

Not much meat left.

Can I do something?

You can grate some cheese.

Today's Easter, everyone gets meat.

Nice glasses!

I feel we'll be home by next Easter.

It's a real holiday today.

What's going on? Why the bell?

Shout: “Long Live the King!"

Shout: “Long Live the King!"

You have to shout it!

Long Live the King!

Ready.

Aim.

Will you shout it or not? Long Live the King!

Fire!

This was the noise?

It can happen, my men are zealous.

Let's go.

- There's a problem with your legs? - No.

You're not walking normally.

We know you've had problems with your sight, too.

Wouldn't you like to be treated?

You risk going blind.

Rumor has it that Ferdinando is considering a generous act,

he'd like to free many prisoners on the day of the Assumption,

from among those who've asked for a pardon.

Sorry, a pardon or a grace from the Virgin?

Don't be so funny.

We know you're hotheaded.

Why not?

Why do you think it can't be done this way?

A document like this would be a political act.

1 don't think so, it might seem an act of cowardice.

Stop, we've demonstrated what there was to demonstrate!

I can't stand being given lessons on dignity.

A pardon, petitioned collectively,

would be compatible with the dignity of everyone.

Domenico, sir, what are you doing?

You shouldn't treat even a worm like that.

Forgive me, all of you.

That's how the Mazzini followers behave!

Skunks and traitors! You did right, Domenico.

- Shut up. - Yeah, shut up, the two of you.

They'll be sent home, understand?

- You're right. - Knock it off!

The Marquis weakened for a moment.

They'll never petition the Bourbon for a pardon.

These men are monarchists,

Savoy or Bourbon, no matter, they're in cahoots with the King.

Stop it, it's true they're monarchists,

but they've been chained like us for all these years.

Let's try not to become brutish.

To the Chamber!

Lock it!

It's a trick!

They break the rules and are taken to the Chamber

where they make an agreement with the commander.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I'd hidden a scrap of paper under a rock, it's gone.

Only someone in here could have taken it.

- They're betraying us. - Damn them!

They'll ruin all our sacrifice.

They were holed up like owls, now you'll see how they bite us.

Baron?

Baron?

Do you know I petitioned for a pardon?

I know.

My family needs me back.

- My wife is dying. - You told me.

I have to go home!

Calm down.

Don't think I'm collaborating

with these owls, as Lord Sigismondo calls them.

I'm no informer.

No, you're not an informer or a coward.

But our only weapon is not to petition Ferdinando.

Look at Michele.

He's seriously ill.

And he's here because he knows

there's no other way.

Good luck.

Lord Sigismondo of Castromediano,

Duke of Morciano and Marquis of Cavallino.

What is it?

The commander is waiting for you: you'll be leaving too.

It's impossible he signed aplea in secret.

Sigismondo has important family.

Not only at court, also among the clergy.

What? Quiet, he's coming.

So?

He began with the usual story: "The sovereign is clement,"

"he pardons those who deserve it..."

I said I refuse his clemency, I didn't ask for it.

He grinned, as if he didn't believe me.

Do you think the King would release Castromediano,

without being sure of convincing him?

Maybe he was reassured by the Bishop of Lecce.

It's all a farce!

It's always the same story,

the gentleman saves face and comes out nice and clean.

Think he'd have told us if he'd petitioned for pardon?

Traitor!

It's not true!

- You believe me? - Certainly.

Do you believe me, Domenico? 1 didn't ask for anything.

Try to rest.

Lord Sigismondo,

now that you'll be free, please, go to Monte Sanf'Angelo,

and tell my overseer not to abandon my farm.

You know, abandoned houses are lost.

Stop it, leave him alone.

Lord Sigismondo, you can do what you like down there...

Stop it!

They're inflicting the worse kind of torture on him!

They want us to believe he's a traitor, to divide us.

Go away!

Calm down, try to rest.

Yes.

Are you ready?

Mr. Domenico will accompany me.

At your orders...

Duke, sir!

I can't stand the idea of traveling with them.

- I don't deserve that. - They're unfortunates.

Let's get going.

- Farewell. - Farewell.

Duke, come along.

Close the gate.

Get moving!

Duke, sir!

No soup or bread as of tomorrow,

then we'll see if you still feel like celebrating.

Let's go.

They let me bring newspapers.

You can read for yourselves.

Could I speak to the Duke?

We'd like to know what's happening outside.

We'd like to know if the traitors are free.

Lord Sigismondo is back here, as you see, he's no traitor.

What about the others?

Stop it, he should rest, get some rest yourselves.

His stay in Naples was a fight against every sort of perfidy.

- How's the Duke? - Fine, go to sleep.

Why don't we have them come in too?

Our secret meetings

have such value in those poor wretches' eyes,

who've suffered even more than us.

We have the memory of conversations, readings,

we can even think of a future.

Instead, what's in their memories?

Their fields, irretrievable work, lost families.

I'd say to call them too.

You, Baron, what do you think?

Yes, we could call them.

What do they understand about the intrigue of Cavour,

the intentions of France, the secret contacts with exiles?

Let's first try to understand and discuss

what backing to count on, then we'll explain it to them.

Wwe'll talk it over in the next few days.

So, the newspapers?

Read for yourselves.

Domenico, this is for you.

There's an article by your friend Cristina of Belgiojoso,

about what happened in Rome when they tried to set up the Republic.

You'll understand a lot of things.

Great news! Cavour is sending troops to Crimea.

So Piedmont will have the support of Europe's major countries.

So, it's the right moment!

That is, if Mazzini doesn't come up with one of his crazy ideas.

A good bottle is in order! Look what I've been keeping.

Watch for the guards.

- Long Live United Italy! - To Piedmont!

- Long Live ihe Savoys! - To the war in Crimea!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

To King Vittoric Emanuele.

LONDON

Cammarota, the vaults are damp, how can the fuses not go out?

This fuse has been studied to keep burning at the water's surface.

How did you come by these maps?

The Cathedral Chapter financed some work on the vaults.

Did you participate?

No, one of the French brotherhood was in the team

that had to clean this wing.

So, he got them for you...

Why all these questions? I'll place the fuses, even short ones.

How important are our lives compared 10 liberation from the tyrant?

Maybe your friend doesn't want too many victims.

There may be hundreds.

So? How many thousands died because of Napoleon I?

How many will we count under this one called Napoleon Ill?

Perhaps you have the artistic aspect of the cathedral at heart.

For me, you could have taken these papers

directly from the Ministry of police.

Who guarantees you're not a spy?

What else can we expect?

The president of a democratic republic

has become a tyrant, he has people call him Emperor!

Isn't that worth a cathedral and a few hundred dead?

Listen to me carefully, Angelo.

We decide what to do and when.

In this type of thing,

it's best to use your head not your belly.

1 made the mistake,

by violating Mazzini's advice not to have anything to do with you.

It was the last chance.

Gentlemen...

We'll meet again.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

What is it?

Opium.

It wasn't easy to find this quantity.

And above all, it's very expensive.

It's no drug for our pockets, my dear Crispi.

What did this man from France want?

Show his plan to assassinate Napoleon Ill.

Mr. Bernard?

It's you.

I've thought about what you said.

Finally! So?

You can count on me.

- And Mazzini? - He means nothing to me anymore.