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You are ungrateful! How dare you? Respect me!

Degenerate! You must respect your father!

I command you!

Try hitting me again and I... I will...

After all I have done for you, after all the money I spent...

You must obey! Shame on you! Coward!

I am your father, don't you forget it! YOUR FATHER!

YOUR FATHER!

YOUR FATHER! YOUR FATHER!

This is your gratitude!

Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

Yes, yes, yes.

Thank you.

- Hi. Who's that ? - Dunno.

- He's new. - He looks good in the uniform.

Salvatore.

Erase in order: "Deputy", "bitch", "son"...

..."you", "are", "a", "of".

All presents, Father.

Heads down.

Come on.

- Is he mad? - Silence!

- Heads down, I said. - I wasn't looking.

- Quick. - Ouch! - Heads down, go.

Who did that?

You must make an effort...

...to understand...

... that it's not me as an individual...

...that you must respect...

...but the authority I represent with my degree...

...my role, my white hair.

Remondini, why do you hide? You are incorrigible.

You are forcing me to punish you.

I would like to know...

...what kind of citizens you will be, with no sense of authority.

Stop it!

What do you want me to do?

You're laughing... but I will fail you. I will fail you!

I'm serious.

Remondini, in my office.

And you, Father, when will you learn to get their respect?

He's mad at me.

I don't think you have enought time left!

Camma's head cut with a razor blade.

And you don't know who did it nor why they did it.

And the graffiti!

As long as those obscenities were confined to the latrines...

But when they are displayed in plain sight, in common spaces...

...then no!

This is intolerable.

And you, Diotaiuti, must get to work.

Wake up, understand?

If you just stand there watching...

...in the end the boys have no fear nor do they feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary... they laugh at you, if you want to know.

- I told you all I knew. - Yes, but you know nothing.

Not a thing, ever.

I forbid you to hide behind me.

Cheater, fat bastard.

He's studying an absolutely impartial system to call on us.

Another candidate to the nuthouse.

Do you think he could ever call on me if I'm jerking off?

If you are sick with cholera usually you don't get the plague...

Exactly what I mean.

My God, spare me.

If you spare me I will never eat fruit again...

...I won't swear, I won't fight, I won't smoke, I won't talk...

We'd better expect the worse, my friend.

Bolshevism is proliferating in every country in the world!

The headquarters in Moscow...

...through a diabolical, methodical propaganda...

...sustained by unlimited financial means...

...are endorsing huge organizations...

...which are penetrating everywhere: families, schools, universities...

...to corrupt young minds like a sweet poison.

- Any questions ? - May we take a closer look ?

"Sinite parvulos venire ad me".

Admire this humble servant of God...

...who sacrificed his own tongue not to betray the Church.

Think of the courage and faith.

Gross.

Reopen, Father. Reopen.

Close your mouths, idiot.

What was it that you didn't want to tell the Chinese, Father?

I refused to give up my faith.

"Give up".

Any other questions?

- Did Stalin go to hell? - One shouldn't wish for anyone to go to hell.

I read that Stalin wanted to be a priest when he was young.

And he certainly received the 9 Friday Holy Communions.

This should have counted as...

...a strong guarantee on his salvation.

- Did he ask for the last rites ? - No, he did not.

Father, what happened to the piece of tongue that was cut?

Have you been able to keep it?

It will be displayed in a traveling exhibit: "The Church of Silence".

It will tour every single city in the country!

Pickled or preserved in alcohol ?

Isn't it unfair that injustices are never acknowledged ?

One is born with a hooked nose, and the other isn't.

One's love is always reciprocated, and the other is always rejected.

All the victims, millions of men who have never been happy...

...who have been offended, betrayed...

I don't pity them. I barely have enough strength to pity myself.

One is born rich, the other poor. Do you ever think about it?

God's only justification is that He does not exist.

- What are you waiting for, Tino? - Show us!

Come on.

There you go. Good job!

When I get my degree, I'm going to rent a small plane, load it with shit...

It's an idea!

...I'm going to fly over the school during Commencement...

...and unload!

They all say it, but no one ever did it.

- I am different. - They all meant to do it.

- Do you want to kill yourself ? - ...But I'm here.

- You act like a clown for 300 liras? Do you like that? - Yes.

Tino, quit begging for money.

- For 10.000 liras I'll eat an apple with a worm. - I'll eat two.

I'll eat two as well, but for 5000.

Drop it! We're in deep shit and we will stay in it!

- What do you want ? - I wanted to know if he got paid, at least.

Is that all you care about?

For 2000 I'll keep a nail in my shoe for a whole month.

For 3000 I'll get a tetanus shot. You get a fever!

For 5000 I'll get a bleach enema.

For 10.000 I'll go to the gym...

...and I'll hang for an hour from the gymnastics rings.

I will give it to you.

- Do you want to come and check ? - No, I trust you.

Come to class when you're done, and I'll give you the money.

The ball! Form a line!

- Did you hear over there ? - Vigano` !

Don't make me yell all the time !

Will you help me ?

Easy, don't make her suffer.

Ah!

Ah!

That pain in the ass always says to me that I have to use my own words.

What should I do ? Invent them ?

It's easy: it's like saying the same things, but using different words.

You usually learn things by heart and you repeat them parrot-like.

For example, instead of saying "wheat", you could say "grain".

- Instead of "corn", say "bran". - Instead of "vegetables", "forages".

Instead of saying "citrus fruits", say "oranges", "clementines".

- How about "bergamots" ? - Yes, why not ?

Transeunti.

Transeunti.

- What is it ? - Oh, yes, sorry.

I finished two minutes earlier. I wanted to say it.

Then you don't get anything.

- How about half ? - No, I am against half-measures.

- But I busted my ass for 58 minutes! - You had to do it for 60.

A deal is a deal.

2000.

1000.

500.

- 300. - If you want to play you need to show some balls.

You have to stick to the rules!

Muscolo, you got fucked, huh?

Prefect, Muscolo is crying.

Prefect, make him stop, that's what you are paid for !

What is it ? Hm ?

There's a new pupil. I don't even know him and I'm afraid he despises me already.

He's afraid of nothing, he's always unpredictable.

He embarasses me, Father. I copy him, without even realizing it.

He will die as well.

Each of us travels in his own way and at his own pace...

...the path that leads to death and dust.

Sometimes I ask myself whether it's morally sound to live only to get used to death.

You keep forgetting about death...

...so that, when you are reminded of her, you are afraid.

Death is like a medication: it must be taken regularly.

You must train meticulously your attention, your will...

I AM FED UP OF WILLING, WILLING, WILLING. THAT'S WHAT I DO ALL DAY !

ALWAYS ME, ONLY ME ! I WATCH MYSELF, I CONTROL MYSELF !

I PUNISH MYSELF, I REWARD MYSELF, I PROGRAM MYSELF, I CONGRATULATE MYSELF !

But life surprises you when you least expect it !

I think that all the efforts I'm making to protect myself from life...

...should be directed at living, at understanding...

...at communicating with others, at being brave...

It's useless. You will fail and you will die in terror.

You are nothing but Death's laughing stock...

...because all you do is trying to avoid her with your escapism...

...but actually you are running towards her.

Quotations, nothing else. All my life is a quotation !

I am sorry, Father, today the cure did not work !

"...profession, clockmaker."

"Was well behaved and in good health..."

"...up until the age of 17."

"At that time, he dedicated himself to masturbation..."

"...reiterated up to three times per day, against all words of advice."

"After one year..."

"...he started feeling extremely weak."

"His spirit, in the grip of such obscenities..."

"...had no other aspirations left."

"The recurrence of the crime became more and more frequent..."

"...until he fell into such a state of deterioration..."

"...that his death was thought imminent."

"The slightest irritation caused..."

"...a perfect erection, immediately followed by ejaculation..."

"...increasing day after day his state of extreme distress."

"...can only be imagined."

"The pleasure that he used to feel through this practice..."

"...had by now become familiar through repetition..."

"...and it often attacked him so violently..."

"...that the fits would last..."

"...up to 15 hours, and never less than 8."

"The pain was so strong and unbearable..."

"...that his unholy shrieks..."

"...were more beastly than human."

"More than a living soul he was a corpse, lying on the straw:..."

"...pale, dirty, stinking, covered in painful sores..."

"...unable to move or to utter a single word."

"He was ceaselessly frothing at the mouth..."

"...had severe attacks of diarrhea..."

"...and disseminated his own excrements without even realizing it."

"Death, a horrible death..."

"...was upon him after a few weeks."

Just look at them ! And we are working our asses off !

Scum ! Go get a job, shame on you !

God, we thank Thee for this food...

...for the blessings of this day.

Barsantis, Caneva, Gabrielli...

- Watch it. When will you learn ? - We spit in it, anyway.

Listen to him ! Dirty southerner !

Peasant ! Beggar !

- They treat the servants like beasts. - Aren't they beasts ?

Stop it ! They get no respect because they are not professionals.

The Fathers pay them next to nothing, with the excuse that they are doing them a favor.

What a portion ! What do you do to him ?

- There, eat, eat. - Yes, you must grow...

Easy ! Don't run ! Please ! Please !

- Easy. - Don't run !

Do what you want, break your necks !

STOP ! COME BACK !

- This is how you keep discipline ! - Transeunti, in your room.

You are not here to give orders, but to follow them. You, go ahead.

In good order.

Come here.

Help, you're strangling me.

- Down, Vigano`. - OK, one game only.

- Agreed ? Is that alright, Muscolo ? - Alright.

People are arriving in mass here, outside the papal villa, waiting for news...

...they are standing in the square, praying.

News are vague and uncertain.

Men, women, youngsters, little girls...

...are praying God for salvation.

Doctors don't have any more comforting words.

Pope Pacelli is dying...

...while the crowd, waiting in silence, is still hoping for a miracle.

At 03:52AM, Pope Pio XII's earthly existence...

...has ended, after a long agony.

Journalists are reporting the last details.

All the telex machines of the world are ticking...

...while bells are chiming in this night of mourning and dismay.

Pope Pio XII is dead.

The throne of a great pontificate is empty.

And now resurface the memories of his enlightening presence...

...during the most serious and solemn events of our recent history:

...those tragic days of 1943...

...when he went to comfort the people of San Lorenzo after the bombing.

- Game. - Oh, I'm sorry. - It's our turn now. Gimme the racket.

He broke it. Did you see that ?

- What are you doing ? - There's a problem...

React ! React, you pussy !

Fag !

Fag ! Fag ! Fag ! Fag !

- No ! - Wait, let us through. - Let me go. - Not the balls !

- Will you let me go ? - No, no...

No, not the balls !

Beast ! Big beef ! Illiterate bastard !

Piece of shit ! You are a piece of shit !

I'm going to kill you !

Camma ! In your rooom. Now !

He pulled my hair, just like a prostitute.

Get up.

You love to abuse him.

You do it on purpose.

This proves your respect...

...for the school and for its traditions.

It is an honor for you to have the most unkempt uniform...

...in the entire school.

As long as it covers you until the end of the year,right ?

Then...

...you will be out of here.

You can't wait to be out of here.

But you are being trained here, even though you don't realize it.

You are being trained.

How perturbing.

- Keep it. - But... - Go ahead, keep it.

Thanks.

- I want that ! - He gave it to me !

Guys, Vigano` stole a jar of jam !

Later. Lock the others first.

Lock it. Lock it. Lock it. Lock it. Lock it. Lock it.

Lock it, prefect ! Go away. Prefect, come here !

What are you waiting for ? Come here.

Lock it twice.

Lock !

Come, come.

Lock it, lock it.

Lock it, lock it, lock it !

Prefect, come back ! I command you to reopen the door at once.

Thank you.

Father, I'd like to ask you not to lock me in. Is that possible?

- It is humiliating, having to urinate in the sink. - Listen, Transeunti...

Yes, I know, there's a urinal in the bedstand, but it's outdated.

It's an antiquated relic of the past, good for invalids and depraved romantics.

You can ring the bell.

In any case, if you don't like the rules, you are free to leave at any time.

- What is it ? - Do I have to specify what kind of need... ?

Alright. Go ahead.

Don't look out of the portholes !

Away from the portholes ! Go to bed !

Go to my office and stand there until I tell you otherwise.

- What should I do ? - Cut the power.

- Why do you stop ? Keep going. - How ? In the dark ?

But there'll be light soon. I'll go get some candles.

You can put your candles in the ass.

Is any of you an electrician ?

- Muscolo, did you ring the bell ? - Yes.

It's not true. I don't believe you. You're a coward.

Tomorrow I will ask Diotaiuti.

Vigano`, did you eat all those peaches ? Fat pig.

Transeunti.

Sit down.

I see that you always make an effort to stand out.

You take advantage of every possible occasion to make your peers look up to you.

I just followed the rules. It's not my fault if they're wrong.

But what do you think you're doing ? Who do you think you're fooling ?

I rebel because I can't get anything worthwhile from this exerience...

...and I can't let myself go to waste.

But where am I ? Perhaps in the wrong century ? Am I dreaming ?

In this boarding school even the simplest rules of efficiency are violated.

It survives. I hate this state.

Such a waste of space, time, intelligence. A total waste.

We vegetate, waiting for the end of the academic year.

Father, everything here is farcical !

The uniforms, the punishments, the discipline, the tradition... !

The professors, the prefects, the employees, the servants... !

Servants ! There's a mistake.

They are neuropathics, a psychiatric clinic would suit them better.

- You don't understand anything. - No, one thing I understood.

That using compromises, your way of doing things, is the worst method.

Even though they're not too bright, these boys are good-natured.

The most important thing is not that they grow up to be important men.

But men who are, deep down, honest.

Men who might have few, but firm, ideas, which they will use for the rest of their lives.

Useful to themselves, to their future families...

...and to the society.

God blessed you with an extraordinary intelligence, so that you could become...

...something more than a simple worker: maybe an executive.

But you must realize that if you want to give orders, first you must learn how to obey orders...

...and that we can only build something with whatever is at our disposal.

You will have your chance to give vent to your grudges.

You have plenty of money.

Right now you are only a fanciful boy...

...an adolescent playing superman.

I have seen a lot like you. They even bore me now.

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

Lanua coeli.

"Ora pro nobis".

- Morning star. - "Ora pro nobis".

"Sancta virgo virginum".

"Virgo fidelis".

"Ora pro nobis".

- "Refugium peccatorum". - "Ora pro nobis".

- "Consolatrix afflictorum". - "Ora pro nobis".

Woof, woof. I am your son from the planet of the dogs.

Come with the records.

I know your language and your password:

klaatu barada nikto.

"Confutatis maledictis flammis acribus adictis..."

"...voca me cum benedictis".

We are servants as well. We serve the world on behalf of God.

No working hours, no stipend...

...no vacations, no pension.

We work 24/7 but we never complain, we are never on strike.

You are much more than simple employees to us.

We know you.

You all have a sad and difficult past, and we care for each one of you.

We took responsibilities, risks.

Vico, you are an amputee.

- Thank you. - Who would have ever given you a job ?

- What do you say ? - But our school is not based on profit.

- Come on son, what do you say ? - We opened our door to you.

Among us you quit drinking, you were reconciled with your sons.

And now they are not ashamed of you anymore.

Tino, our misunderstood scientist.

We took you out of the madhouse.

You too, Nicola.

If it weren't for us, you would still be in reform school.

We believe in good will...

...In the possibility of recovery...

...we believe that manind is naturally inclined toward the good.

You, Salvatore, you came from the South...

...You used to sleep on park benches, in train stations.

You were illiterate. And you weighed half as much.

- It's not time yet. - Don't be ashamed of your past.

- The most important thing is not to be alone.

Eat, now.

Enjoy your day off. Today we will serve you.

And we want this to be an act of humility and justice.

Look, it's the miraculous pear-tree. Stop, let's go back.

They say it blooms in winter.

See that girl sitting under the tree, all in white ?

She sees the Virgin Mary.

- Do you see Her ? - Make me a miracle !

Yes, I will tell her. I will tell her. I will tell her. I will tell her.

How good you are ! Tell her everything.

- I had pasta for lunch... - Tell her everything.

...then steak, salad, gorgonzola cheese...

AH ! OPEN UP, I BEG YOU !

My sister. Hi, Magda.

Magda, this is Angelo, one of my schoolmates.

Thanks, Magda. What an excellent smell, this coffee

My sister's wrists are extremely fragile. It's in our genes...

She drops things very easily.

We have been brought up to touch things very delicately, so as not to break them.

Thanks, Magda.

Thank you.

Let's hope we don't get interrupted again.

We are not as naive as to believe that a show could change things...

...but we would like to try.

Camma and I thought that the only way to do it...

...is to use it as an instrument to debunk a few myths.

- My mother. - Good morning, madam. - Good morning.

Sorry, mom.

Yes, I'm going, I'm going.

As I was saying... a show as a myth-debunking instrument.

Trying to ridicule, with farcical overtones...

...the hipocrisy of our religious institutions and their representatives:

...the confessors, the exorcists, the spiritual terrorists...

...those specialists in the fear of God, always trying to traumatize us.

We still haven't be able to get rid of...

We should...

- We would... - Will you stop using the conditional ? - Oh, enough !

We hope that the audience will erupt in a liberating laugh...

...managing to be ironical about their own fears, their existential traumas !

Good intentions, but no one will understand.

I agree with you. This is our chance: we shouldn't waste it.

- What interests me is power. - What power ?

I wish I had the power to erase all priests and all churches...

Open up ! Open up !

I have the right to know what you are doing !

- We're just kissing, madam no worries. - You beasts !

- Stop it. - Open up, I beg you.

Mom, we're just talking. Please leave us alone.

Pigs.

Franco, open up, I beg you.

If you don't open at once, I'll call the judge and I'll tell him !

I knew it would end up like this.

Do you want me to kill her ?

It would be nice, but it wouldn't solve my problems unless I did it myself...

You always think of the "absolute man", but you end up being mediocre.

I specialized in something, just do the same and get over with it.

You write, I kill.

Those dirty books ! Pigs, animals, they ruined him !

Pederasts !

Pederasts, pederasts.

Hello ! I want to speak to the judge.

Yes, my son. My son !

He locked himself in his room. Call me the judge ! No, I...

You, Vico, try with two hands.

- Yes, sister. - Cheers ! - Thank you.

- Shall we dance ? - But I...

Come on.

What are you doing ?

We give you peace and justice among your people !

There's always war and destruction and we don't know why !

Put those nails away ! You don't know how to do it.

Destruction will come in "planet Earth world".

Eat more bread ! Eat the cake !

You eat "ceriali", and we eat "cosiviglie" instead.

"GUATTONI", "CADU", "PARADA" !

Satan, I ignore you !

Deal with the madmen, but leave the Saints alone !

It's a fantastic idea. We must reverse everything.

We must scare them.

This play must not be intended to reassure the audience...

...but to frighten them.

The whole world is blackmailed, everyone's living in fear.

Our generation has learned this since childhood.

- It's pure genius. - I knew you would have liked it.

I believe in fear.

Power -- economic, religious, political -- is based on fear.

And we will unleash fear in this parish farce....

...because it's the only way to save it from mediocrity.

It will be a great performance.

For centuries, priests have had an unchallenged monopoly on fear.

But today this capital is being squandered...

...because priests manage it using medieval rules.

We must restore strength into that tradition...

...because fear is still the basis of every social order...

...it always works.

We will create, scientifically, a mood of nightmare and terror...

...coldly, deliberately.

We will set in motion a true hell, with flames and death.

This play will launch an inevitable process.

Why are you laughing ? Why were you listening ?

I couldn't help it. Don't worry about it, though.

- I couldn't care less about your bullshit. - But you laughed !

Do you think you are so smart ? I know people like you !

You ? You don't know anything ! You cannot understand anything.

Oh yes, go ahead, play. Have fun, kids.

But make up your mind once and for all about your play...

...because I'm fed up of doing and undoing things.

- We don't get overtime pay. - Go to the kitchen.

I had no idea you didn't. See? He says it won't work.

Who says so ? You should know about fears, and how they influence you.

Not longer than a month ago, you were in the hands of Matematicus...

...who made you do whatever he said. Did you forget about that?

Transeunti.

Camma, you forgot your things.

What a fool.

The text you are rehearsing is not the one you gave me to read.

- No, Father... - You shouldn't try to fool me.

Your spies did a good job. Congratulations.

- Dismantle everything. Understod ? - Wait, I'll make a deal with you.

I can tell you who it is who's writing on the walls.

- Why were you against me ? - You were bossing me around.

The principal of the S. Francesco school will help you. Give this to him.

Keep it ! First you kick me out and then you want to help me !

- Lower your voice. - They're asleep, I know them.

- Are they firing you ? - Can't you see ?

Thanks to your friend Transeunti.

I am sorry. Very much so, believe me.

The fact that you're sorry is not of great help.

Well, you're not locking ?

Wake up ! Wake up ! Wake up, goddamnit !

I'm leaving ! I'm outta here !

- Thank you for all your affection ! - No. What do you think you're doing ?

Thank for your respect, your courtesy, your generosity, your esteem !

- You are making a fool out of yourself. - Now you won't despise me anymore !

You won't abuse me anymore ! No more mistreating me ! You should be happy !

- Be quiet. - But it's time for you to know that I feel sorry for you.

- Bunch of cowards, sheep, failures ! - Come along.

You would be nobodies if not for your money !

But you won't always have priests to push you forward !

- You can't buy everything ! - But what do you think you're doing ?

- The fun will end sooner or later ! - Come along.

No one has ever understood me. No one has ever helped me.

- Listen to me, let's go ! - But that's not the end of it ! I'm going to raise hell !

I will go to the unions ! I will write to the papers ! I will sue you !

Lights out. Go back to bed.

Lights out.

One, two... curtain.

- Pincers. - Pincers. - Pincers. - Pincers.

- Tourniquet. - Tourniquet. - Tourniquet. - Tourniquet.

- Koker. - Koker. - Koker. - Koker. - Pulse ? - 53. - 53. -53.

- Catgut. -Catgut.

Cut. No, non there, here !

You always give me the wrong pincers. Help me.

- Pulse ? -48. -48. -48. -47. -47. -44.

- Suture needles. - Suture needles. - Suture needles. - Suture needles.

- Catgut. -Catgut. - Pincers. - Pincers.

- Quick ! - Quick ! - Quick ! - Quick !

- Scalpel. - Scalpel. - Scalpel. - Scalpel.

Give him chloroform. We can't operate !

- Countess Cazzaniga is here, Professor. - Tell her to wait.

Why don't they give ? What's wrong ?

Only your science could save my Bobby ? Is it serious ?

Free me from my anguish !

- Rabies. There's nothing we can do. - No !

- Shall we put him to sleep now ? - Is there any hope ? Professor !

I'm sorry, Countess, but the symptoms are clear.

In any case, put him on the bed.

- There, you're all set. - Are you letting me go ? - You're healed.

Go home and rest. No smoking, no alcohol. If you are in pain... endure.

If your hand causes you scandal, cut if off.

If your foot causes you scandal, cut if off.

If your ear causes you scandal, cut if off.

My dear, I'm here to protect you.

Listen, come closer.

I am Satan.

I come from the deeps of Hell to fulfil all your desires.

I possessed Bobby's body to remain incognito.

And you want my soul, obviously.

No problem. I'll give it to you, as it does not exist.

Don't forget that it's all a joke, kids.

And don't be so sad. The soul exists.

I'll take your word.

But remember, starting from now, your kiss is unholy...

...and you lips can transmit demons !

Whoever is kissed by you...

- But they're changing everything. - Wasn't it supposed to be about the canonization of Contardo Ferrini ?

That should be the second act.

Did you see ? They're holding hands. How cute, they're scared.

I believe in a cruel God, who created me as His equal...

...and whose wrath I cannot behold.

From the unmanliness of a germ...

...or of a robot...

...unmanly I was born !

I am wicked !

Because I am a man...

...and I hear the primitive call...

..in me.

Yes !

This is my faith !

I believe with all my heart...

...as we believe...

It is evil that I believe in, and...

Where are you running ?

Where are you taking my wife and sons ?

Damned dog, they are under your spell !

I am a man of common sense !

- I am here, kill me. - I told you I don't want to hurt you.

Why do you make me suffer the torments of hell ?

What did I ever do to you, in the name of God ?

What is that ? A chapter of "The Betrothed" ?

Those who can't protect themselves, those who are not strong...

...always invoke the name of God, as if they could talk to Him.

What do you want to accomplish with this word ? Scare me ?

No, my lord.

Countess, everything will be restored as before:

your sons and yourself will return to your legitimate husband...

...even Bobby, once again as a simple dog, docile and faithful.

- Faustolo. - Provided that...

- Bobby, should I do it ? - Faustolo. - Will I survive to the regret ?

Contardo Ferrini is climbing the stairs. Hurry up, Faustolo !

If you agree to kiss me, or even to touch my lips lightly...

...I swear that everything will be returned to you.

This blackmail sickens me, but since these are your conditions...

- What's the matter with you ? - "In hoc signo vinces" !

Countess ! I finally found you ! I will bring you all to safety !

Faustolo, rebel spirit, repent !

This is your last chance !

No, I don't repent ! Stay away from me !

Repent ! Wicked soul !

- No, old man ! - Repent ! - No ! - Yes !

- No ! - Yes ! - No ! - Yes !

No.

- There is no time left. - What is this unusual trembling... ?

What's he looking, that pain in the ass ?

Where do they come from, those spirits, those horrifying whirlwinds of fire ?

Who is tearing my soul ? Who is shaking my bowels ?

What torment. What restlessness, what hell, what horror.

Vanity of vanity: everything is vanity.

The whole world is what it is: everything is vanity.

Vanity of vanity: everything is vanity.

The whole world is vanity: everything is vanity.

- What shall we do ? - Clap.

- Shouldn't we punish them ? - But no, for Heaven's sake.

Bravo !

Bravo !

Wait, our Holy Virgin ! Wait.

What's going on ? They destroyed everything !

Angelo, come see ! Look !

What happened to my room ? Where are all my books ?

- I want all my things back ! Thieves. - Go away !

Why are you so cruel ? Aren't you afraid ?

- Do as you are told. - God will punish you.

Everybody is mocking your eccentricities, we can't tolerate them any longer.

- Prepare Father Lorenzo's room. - The world is changing.

You don't even want me to die in peace.

We want you to get better, and the doctors will heal you.

The axe is already approaching to the tree.

All unproductive trees...

...will be cut and thrown into the fire.

Hey !

Brother !

- Where is Matematicus ? - You're asking me ? - Where is he ?

He's resurrected !

They don't even respect the dead. Go away.

Who are you ?

Take off that mask, clown !

Do you think I'm scared of you ?

Scum !

You took me to the planet Krel.

What do you think you're doing ? Do you want to ruin everything ?

Do you want to throw the school in the gutter ? Do it, go ahead !

You won't be able to cause us any trouble with your tricks !

We will still be alive when you and your kind will be nothing but dust !

Those who will bury us are not born yet !

I am so sick and tired of this bunch of preppy boys !

- Pig ! - Come on, go back to work !

Enough ! We are treated like beasts, goddamnit !

- He's a piece of shit. - We should stop our work !

Now it's up to you, men !

- Let's stop working ! - Yes, enough. - Wake up !

No work in the kitchen today. They'll clean their own toilets !

We won't work until when we get paid for overtime !

Let's go upstairs ! The time has come to get some respect !

- Salvatore is right. - They can't treat us like that !

- Electoral propaganda ! - They'll do their own propaganda !

Honor... comma... sacrifice... comma...

...arte... comma... charity... comma... et cetera...

...question mark.

"Is it possible that the Divine Commedy and Beethoven's 9th..."

"...are nothing but the result..."

...of the capitalisitc system's economic order..."

"...question mark."

"Is it possible that brotherly love and religion..."

How mean you are.

Bad, bad boys.

I understand that Beato's death might have upset you...

...but it's not a good reason to punch Economus...

...and to refuse to do your job.

Work will help get your mind off it.

- Salvatore, someone saw you. - It was all of us.

If they need to get thing off their chest, why don't they do it with their own kind?

Up the walls !

The rector has agreed to forget everything if you go back to work.

- Do you have any requests ? - We have plenty !

Then put them down in writing.

Even Marx thought he needed to embellish...

The Fathers got rid of Beato's body already !

As usual, they'd do anything to hide the truth from us !

The servants are on strike, they are refusing to go back to work.

- What are we going to do ? - Let's go teach'em a lesson !

- Fascist ! - And I'm proud of it !

- Your argument is illogical. - What a shame ! Disgusting !

See, emotions sometimes prevail over thoughts.

"But to reduce history..."

- Beato was condemned to unhappiness. - Silence.

He couldn't have survived in any kind of society.

Beato had a predetermined destiny, the mark of the victim, like millions of others.

But we, who were born with all the prerequisites to fulfil our dreams...

...who are destined to give orders, and to attain our hopes.

We should not be idignant if that poor half-wit...

...wisely put an end to his days...

...but we have a duty to rebel against this exemplary imbecile...

...who has already spoiled several generations of pupils...

...and who is now annoying us with his stupid summaries !

"...so that these, conditioned by those..."

And he's so dumb that he doesn't even realize that I'm insulting him !

Copy his jokes ! Learn them by heart !

But keep in mind that if our fathers can't bribe all the commissioners...

...we will all flunk the exams !

- Don't worry, you will pass. - You cannot guarantee that !

We are aware of your cynicism about men's virtues.

But I assure you, not everyone is corruptible !

This is shameful ! I'm going to see the rector.

Get rid of your notes, they're useless anyway !

I'm taking the B.A. exam for the fourth time now !

- Let it go... - He didn't even give me time to decide.

If I don't pass my dad will kill me.

The directives from the State Department are clear: no mercy !

The price of milk has collapsed !

We don't want professors in menopause !

- This is not an orphanage. - We pay !

- More time for studying ! - Enough with the obligatory Mass !

The Commissioners will not ask us if we have attended Mass !

Enough with prefects who cannot keep discipline !

- Better food. - More meat ! Scrambled eggs !

Efficiency ! No more wasting time, we want to be more productive !

We're tired of supporting their missionaries ! Sick and tired !

He's coming !

He's coming !

- Get in line. - Is that all you can say ?

Transeunti, you don't have any more cards to play. Get in line !

We can't tolerate professors who don't teach us anything.

- You must replace them. - They don't follow the syllabi.

They can only say that we are well-intentioned fools.

Beware. Beware !

Your threats have no effect on us. WE are the school !

You wouldn't even exist without us. We owe you nothing !

You sell us everything, speculate on everything, you keep raising the tuition...

...with the excuse that you must raise your employees' stipends !

Bullshit ! The servants are on strike because they don't make enough !

Students, WE are the school...

...and it's our duty to rebel against a teaching method...

...aiming to make idiots and cowards out of us.

Artificial satellites orbit around the Earth...

...and still our professors are stuck in the pre-Copernican age.

We ask the revision of all syllabi...

...according to criteria of progress.

We ask for less religious education and more science...

...harsher discipline and less bizarre regulations.

Those are exactly our plans, moron.

- Come upstairs and see, we are on strike. - Which classes ?

Angelo just announced it by radio, everyone will be there in a while.

I'll go take a look. I'll be right back.

We must decide: one thing or the other.

Well, what's going on ? What are we waiting for ?

I'm hungry, I don't know about you.

I went upstairs to call Salvatore because the waiters are also on strike.

The whole school is in revolt, the Fathers are completely isolated.

But what do the waiters have in common with us ?

If you want to play politics, count me out.

Don't you understand ? They are invaluable allies now !

We are invaluable ! We pay. You said that first !

And we also pay the waiters. So they should stay in their place.

We want to pay less, and they want to make more money.

And now you are telling us that we should stick together ?

We certainly didn't revolt to make...

...those assholes of our parents save a few bucks, did we ?

- You dad is an asshole ! - But because we don't want to be "minus men".

And you call them waiters ? They should learn their trade first.

They make even too much money for what they can do.

Idiots ! Don't you ever understand anything ? You failures, you scum !

If it was for you, you would be shoveling snow !

You have been discarded by every school, and you dare raise your voice ?

Fools ! Abnormals ! Lunatics !

Condemned to eternal mediocrity !

I pretend that one of our requests is for the waiters to sign...

...a collective employment contract.

Unite to destroy Earth ! We will destroy all the asylums !

Down with the nuns ! Monks, priests, all gone !

That's what we need: freedom !

We have even overcome death !

- Ah ! All gone ! - Tino, what's the matter ?

Nothing that could interest you.

The rector has accepted your requests.

The others have gone back to work already.

The manager is waiting for you with your severance pay.

He will also give you some addresses: friends of ours...

...who will help you find a job.

One can always find a job as a servant. Worse than this...

Here's the prodigious pear-tree. That's it.

Everything that is anti-scientific must be eliminated.

You are free now, go to the factory.

- Tino. - Yes ? - Speak, say something in the aliens' language.

Tino, what do you think of politics ? Do you believe in it ?

- I don't. - Neither do I. - It's not scientific.

And what is your opinion on automation ?

Automation is the automatism that the peoples, and our people...

...it is not that they work themselves, but it's the automatons, the robots !

Luckily, we are on the right track.

The whole planet will soon be a huge, peaceful society of robots.

Earth will never make it...

...because of all the hate, that we don't what it is !

Hate can be easily neutralized.

All we need is a few resolute leaders, clear-headed and unscrupolous...

...able to manage and control...

...every single cog of the machine.

Everything will work to perfection.