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I feel like I never want to go home again.

Swear.

That you'll never become a fat, vulgar landowner.

Swear. Swear!

I swear. I swear.

And swear that you'll love me forever and marry me never.

Swear! Swear!

I swear I'll marry you forever!

Never!

Give me your hand.

My hand? Never!

-Oh, you're such a liar! -Quiet, if you please!

What's going on?

-Ottavio? -This is very delicate work I'm doing.

What are you doing?

I'm taking some artistic photographs.

Who are you? Why are you standing there?

Us? Oh, we're babes in the woods.

Oh, yes, with empty stomachs, signora.

And now that you've discovered my secret love for photography?

Well, I think we know how to keep a secret.

Who told you?

Mr. Ritter just came in by train from Florence.

He said that's all they were talking about.

Not only that, but he saw them with his own eyes.

Carabinieri and the Royal Guard, swarming all over the place.

Lines with fixed bayonets all along the way.

-The march on Rome. -You think so?

The go-ahead sign will come when you least expect it.

And Rome, the whole south will give way.

-Mussolini is a sculptor of words. -With every speech...

-He's an artist. -He just knows one sentence.

What's the spiritual question?

-He's a master, a master. -To spirituality. Salute.

Are you going to leave me alone?

Don't go without me.

After all.

So, he told him. Loud.

Right to his face.

Either the police chief here in Naples minds his own business or we...

-That's the only way. -He's always interfering.

Too controversial. Too controversial.

Castor oil in the morning...

The only way to handle him is to be firm.

-It's time we became firm. -We've been too lenient with them.

At the Chamber of Commerce no one knows anything.

They never have. They never have and they never will.

But it's a political manoeuvre, isn't it? The Chamber of Commerce...

The Chamber of Commerce! It's more than political. It's revolutionary.

Nevertheless, someone at the Chamber of Commerce should have been told.

Look, our photographer.

What is he up to?

I'll be right there. Wait.

-What's this, a disguise? -It's the newest thing, Professor.

If you want to stay in business, you follow the trend.

Leave it there.

Thank you.

-Are we leaving? -That's right. As soon as we're ready.

-And where are we going? -Darmina.

Darmina. It's an obsession.

-But why? -To the south, the south.

Oh, yes, as far away as possible from those pigs in their black shirts.

This takes you even farther.

Even farther south.

Cocaine?

Cocaine?

Oh, I'd like to try some. Let me try some.

Why do you cut it like...

To the novice.

-What a tragedy! -What a waste, you mean.

A little more. Here.

Just a moment. Leave some for us.

Greedy.

Hey, what's happened to you?

I can't feel anything.

-You have to wait a bit. -You've never done it.

Give yourself a chance.

I can't feel anything.

I mean...

My nose is numb,

but I can't feel anything.

I don't feel a thing.

Hey, where are you going?

It's taking effect.

I can't feel anything.

Well, anyway. So, what are we going to do, huh?

I know.

-I want a photograph. -Good idea.

-Who is it? -Telegram.

-One moment. -Coming.

Be right there

Pirouette.

Jete.

Port de bras.

Here I come. Lift.

It's for you.

You have to leave right away.

Your father is ill.

Hold it.

Perfect.

Hey.

-What are you doing? -Nothing.

Wearing your father's coat.

What are you doing in my father's study?

And with my father's gun?

I'm keeping it.

Oh, go ahead. It doesn't matter.

He doesn't need it.

How did he die?

In the cow shed.

He said,

"My legs are weak, as if I were dreaming."

He didn't suffer at all.

The cow shed, huh?

It seems to run in the family.

You've been away for a month.

There are a lot of things you don't know.

Send Attila away.

There's still time.

Fire him at once.

Today.

-No, it wouldn't do any good. -He's a fascist, a killer!

Kick him out. It will make an impression.

Not now. Mussolini's won. Italy's really changed.

Things have changed here, too. I've changed and so have you.

-What do you mean? -I mean...

You give the orders now, for God's sake.

You're the master!

-Then I'm your master. -Olmo.

Olmo. Quick, they're coming back.

Olmo.

Here, take it with you. It's yours anyway.

Otherwise, what kind of a thief would you be?

-Is that your baby with your mother? -Yes.

It's a girl.

And Anita?

She died giving birth.

Listen to me, Alfredo,

send Attila away.

I prayed and prayed that you'd come in time.

Now you are all I have left.

How he suffered after you went away.

Do you mind waiting outside?

Mama, I have something to tell you. Sit down. Sit down.

I have something to tell everyone. Sit down.

Sit down, Aunt Amelia. Sit down.

I have something to tell everyone.

I don't know if I should say this.

Maybe I should wait.

It's not exactly the right moment to say this but...

I've decided something and...

I'm getting married.

Do you think that this is the right moment to joke?

What a rush.

Is she pregnant?

What's her name?

Ada.

Ada.

Of a good family?

Is she chic? Tell me, is she chic?

-She is French. -Oh!

She's travelled and she's educated?

Is she pretty?

And healthy?

Oh, we'll have a wedding that'll make everyone die of envy.

-When will it be? -Very soon.

Long live the bride!

-Long live the bride! -Long live the bride and groom!

-Alfredo! -God bless you both, fearless youth.

Your faith is with us like a presage of love and affection,

a haven of prolific happiness together.

That by the bride's moral pledge of fidelity

shall continue this noble race

touched by that divine light.

A light that shall guide from strife

each new child in his walk through life.

She's too pretty.

Far too pretty for a wife.

She's more than a wife. Ada's a mistress.

-Mistress, my ass. -Oh!

-She won't be any good in bed. -Regina, what a way to talk.

I give her one year.

Alfredo. Alfredo, she's so beautiful.

Enchanting, really.

How delightful, this party.

I was so glad when I heard that we were invited.

You're really a piece of shit.

You know, I hate you.

I detest you.

I should be in your place.

May l?

A souvenir.

May I?

Wait.

You will look so pretty,

like a bride.

I put my bet on Attila!

What are you talking about? Falcone will win.

Attila. Attila will beat him.

-Come on, come on! -Come on, Falcone!

If you pin him, half of my money is yours.

Come on, Falcone, you can do it!

Attila!

My bride.

Look at Attila's gloves. They're beautiful.

-You'd like me to get you a pair? -Papa, if you do, I'll be good. I swear.

And a black shirt, too?

Signor Alfredo,

together we salute you and your new bride.

Get off the table!

Send them away. I can't stand them. I can't stand them!

Look, don't be upset.

These are only our neighbours, the same as always.

The only difference is the colour of their shirts.

That's what I mean. It makes all the difference.

They're like our relatives. We have to invite them to our wedding.

After this, we won't have to see them for another 1 0 years.

Oh, 100 years. Promise.

A thousand years, I promise.

-Is it all one family? -Yes, all Dalcos.

Before the war, there were twice as many.

Who is that beautiful woman by the fire?

Oh, that's Rosina. That's Olmo's mother.

Where is Olmo?

I looked for him. I haven't seen him all day.

And Ottavio?

I'll never forgive him.

Fine friends we have.

Go on. Go on. Go.

-Rosina, would you like some confetti? -Oh, thank you, signora. Thank you.

I knew him when he was so high.

So long ago.

It was almost dawn when we stopped the trucks

in front of that tavern, and saw the boys from Ferrara.

I swear to you, we couldn't...

Glorious day, Serafini. Glorious.

-Regina. -To us, gentlemen.

And then they started yelling,

"Let's march on to Rome," and so on, you know.

Just remember something. You keep well away from Ada.

Who'd dare to touch your precious wife, huh?

You think she'll stand living here

with the pigs, the shit, the Dalcos?

Attila.

Shut the door.

Shut the door!

It is not the tradition of this household to have our staff members,

together with family members, mixing on the dining room table.

If you have the irresistible urge

to express yourselves in this manner again,

you will do it outside the house.

Is that clear?

This is what you were waiting for.

To become the padrone.

God only knows how long you have been waiting.

And another thing,

I know you look impressive in that uniform,

but my wife doesn't want to have any Black Shirts in the house.

Many women are...

Come on, Alfredo.

He's not educated, I agree, but listen to me.

Hang on to him. He's your watchdog.

Well, where were you, watchdog, when they broke into my father's file?

No.

No.

What happened to the gun he kept in there?

Must have been a communist.

They don't even have respect for the dead.

You and your bride can rest without fear.

The gun will be returned to its proper place.

Never mind the gun.

You're here to keep Regina as far away from my wife as possible.

Send me away.

-Why don't you send me away? -No, I want you here.

You're part of the inheritance.

This is the prettiest house...

Attila, look at me.

It's an arm-wrestle.

Is it true you win all the arm-wrestles?

And when I think how fond I am of this house.

Regina, it's been decided.

We're all moving into the city.

They have a right to be alone.

And you tell me just like that?

I'm not coming. I'll stay here.

-Oh! Look who's here. -Ottavio.

It's a little late. Your wedding present.

My wedding present.

Ottavio!

Thank you.

-His name is Cocaine. -Cocaine.

-Beautiful. -Thank you, Uncle.

He's beautiful.

His name is Cocaine.

I want to ride him.

Oh, the stirrup.

One, two, three, up.

What a stunning gift.

How magnificent.

Come in here, you coward.

Now, you make love to me here,

-in this house. -I'll make love to you.

-I'll make love to you... -It's my house, too.

-...so hard. -I'm part of the inheritance.

Didn't you know?

The gentry have a special place to masturbate.

Alfredo and I used to do it here.

You're a beast!

I felt so sorry for you.

Standing there, taking the insults.

At heel beside your master.

-I'm his watchdog. -Then bite!

Bark!

Don't let him treat me that way.

He cannot treat me that way!

What kind of a man are you?

Who are you?

Never bite the hand that feeds you

so long as you need to be fed.

But Alfredo is rotten! He's rotten!

Alfredo's your cousin.

Look at the bitch.

Just married and she's running away.

Regina,

I love you.

I gain strength

from insult and humiliation.

I gain strength.

And Italy is my master.

I serve only her.

That is what we marched for.

The rich, they take and they steal and they...

They eat. They eat well and they are rotten.

We fascists,

we eat crumbs and we gain strength.

Alfredo Berlinghieri,

you,

and all parasites,

will pay the bill

for the fascist revolution.

And the bill will not be cheap.

The bill will not be cheap.

Everybody will pay.

Everybody, rich and poor, gentry and peasant,

they will pay with money and land and bread

and cows and cheese and blood and shit!

You really love me?

You love me?

Will you love me forever?

Attila?

Regina, I love you forever.

-Here are your gloves. -My gloves.

Our best man.

Have you ever played the wedding game?

Have you ever played the wedding game?

Whoa! My net! Keep still!

Keep still! You'll rip my net. You're scaring him.

You'll rip my net. It costs money. Keep still.

Get me out of here! What are you waiting for?

If you don't keep still for a minute...

Take it easy and you'll be free again.

Well? Come on!

Can you... Can you help me?

-What is this net doing here? -It's a trap, a trap for brides.

Do you catch many?

You're the first.

-And the last. -Help me down.

-Is all this land ours? -All yours.

I have a feeling I'm going to like it here.

I used to think I hated the country.

Oh, I love the smell of earth.

That's dried shit.

-What's in there? -No, no!

No!

My birds are in there.

What are you doing?

Help me up now.

They were all at the party today,

-except you. -Yes, except me.

Alfredo thinks of you as a real friend, you know that.

Yes, I know.

I know, but we're different.

So perhaps you're not such good friends.

Perhaps.

Maybe you're enemies!

Patrizio!

What did you have to eat?

-Patrizio! -All kinds of hors d'oeuvres

and salmon mousse.

-And what else? -Larks on a spit,

fresh sturgeon and suckling pig.

-Have you seen my son? -Oh, no, I haven't.

-And what else? -lf I catch him,

-I'll give him a real thrashing. -All the usual boiled meats with...

Patrizio.

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Patrizio.

Are you gonna tell someone on us? Will you?

Are you gonna tell someone on us? Will you?

-You wouldn't tell anyone on us. -Let me go.

Let me go! Let me go!

No! No, let me go!

Patrizio!

Come on, let's search through there.

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Not here, not there.

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

-Patrizio! -I'm getting mud all over my shoes.

Are you sure he didn't go home?

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Where are you hiding? Patrizio! Patrizio!

I don't feel like seeing him now. I'll come tomorrow.

Alfredo!

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

I didn't see you at Mass.

Thanks for coming.

Patrizio!

Good catch?

-A few thrushes. -A few thrushes.

-Patrizio! -Patrizio!

Patrizio!

-Patrizio! -Patrizio!

Do you like my wife?

Very good-looking couple, Ada and the horse.

Where's my father's gun?

I've hidden it.

You'd better be careful.

If you don't use it, it gets rusty.

-Patrizio! -Patrizio!

-Did you look in the chicken coop? -Yes, we're going to the farm now.

Patrizio!

It belonged to Lady Godiva, you know.

-Then I should ride him nude. -How nice.

It's the right moment.

-What's happened? -In there.

Signora! Signora, what is it?

In there.

In there.

What have they done to him?

What have they done?

What have they done to him?

-It happened just a little while ago. -What have they done?

He must still be around.

Look, look!

You.

You weren't at the wedding.

I know him!

He'd kill us all!

They're all alike, those peasants.

Olmo Dalco,

don't move.

I accuse you of the murder of this child.

Hit him!

Murderer! Hit him!

Olmo!

Olmo!

They're killing him.

But Olmo had nothing to do with it. He couldn't have. He was with me.

Go on, kill him!

He killed him! Killed!

One day they'll kill all of you!

I know who killed him.

I did.

Killer!

Killer!

-The killer has come. -I didn't mean to.

It was an accident.

Come on.

Attila, stop that. That's enough.

That's all. Stop it. Stop. Stop!

-Take this man to the police. -I didn't do it.

I never hurt a fly. I didn't do it.

I'm a little crazy. I was joking. I only said it because...

Look, he's been stealing food.

Ladies and gentlemen, the reception is over.

It's beginning to rain, and it's getting dark,

and I think everyone should leave now.

Look at the state Olmo's in. Why didn't you stop them?

What do you mean, the state Olmo's in? What about the state Patrizio was in?

Olmo's innocent! I told you, I was with him!

I know you were with him!

You're becoming like them. Worse.

No! Ottavio, no!

Don't go away. No, stay.

I'm sorry, Ada.

I'll never set foot here again.

No!

All right, another one. Come on. Let's pull him out.

Get him on his back.

Hold him, now.

Hey, Olmo, let him work. Let him work.

That's got him.

Papa! Papa!

What a hand, huh?

Exact. Two squares, anytime.

Nobody can kill pigs as good as my papa.

Watch out, Olmo.

We saw Attila, and he said, to slaughter our hogs,

we're a lot better off if we find someone else.

He said you took on this work so you'd be free to go to each house

and preach revolution, family by family.

-How is a man to live if he can't work? -Like Attila. He feeds on evil.

Stella.

Stella. Stella, we need more water.

Here's some water.

There's more hot water.

You're Olmo!

You don't recognize me.

There was an amnesty. They let me go. I've been walking for 30 days.

You came back?

I walk and I walk and I walk. Can't stop.

Then why did you have to mix in that day?

You were down on the ground.

They were all on top of you.

They were beating you to death.

All those years in jail for nothing.

In jail, in a barn,

under a tree, what's the difference?

Stop it! Stop it! You know what they'll do.

You keep singing that song, they'll break your heads, that's what.

The fascists will put you in jail if you make jokes about Mussolini.

I didn't kill the boy.

You didn't kill the boy.

It was one of those men with the black shirts on.

Who?

I saw him hide the body in the cave.

-Who was it? -It's hard to say.

In black shirts, all killers look the same.

I walk and I walk and I walk.

Can't stop.

Where is socialism?

When you get what you want, you want more,

like animals that eat because they can't stop.

The padrone can't stop. You become a padrone, you can't stop.

You get a piece of land, then you want another piece.

That's human nature.

We gotta fight human nature. That's what's no good.

Stella.

The seminaries take in studs and they fall out mules.

No good to anybody.

Tell them, Carlino. You're smarter than they think.

You let the priests pay for your keep three or four years,

then we give them a boot in the ass and long live Lenin.

What Lenin? You've got to start facing the truth.

They abolished our paper,

the community house is gone and no more election.

But this changed. Look here.

Read it. It's your newspaper.

The one our comrades print.

We could go to prison. You can see how many have read it.

Now memorize it. It's up to you.

Because once this is gone, you'll teach the others.

Those who don't see it and those who can't read. Here.

All right, I'll memorize the newspaper, but what good is it if we have no party?

No leader? Nobody to lead us? Look at us, Olmo. We're all scattered.

If one of us opens his mouth, he gets slapped in jail.

Our party's outlawed, we haven't got a chance.

No party? It's not true. The party is no one but you.

And Eugene and Enzo and Armando.

Cross over the river, you'll find only Azales.

Need more, then go and speak with the bellman.

You'll see the party around you wherever you find hardworking men.

Go inside the prisons and you'll see hundreds of your comrades.

The party's there, too. It's everywhere. Tell him, Eugene. You tell him.

"A hundred factory workers were arrested at Rossi Textiles.

"While 135 were..."

Anita!

Anita? Where'd my daughter go?

Anita!

Olmo, she went to the padrona for a lesson.

What padrona?

-Signora Ada. -Ada. Ada.

"Strikers paraded in the city streets.

"Several came to blows with fascist city officials

"who tried to block the demonstration, including fascist Mayor Aliani.

"The officials were forced to call Milano for extra carabinieri.

"While fighting with the troops, four of our comrades were killed."

I don't know where you'll get the courage to go home tonight.

His wife will kill him!

Hey, Berlinghieri, I want a return match.

Now, now, now. Calm down, Ferrara.

You've just lost your whole stable of livestock.

What else can you stake?

He wants to end up like your mayor friend in Mantua.

Clothes of honour, and not much money,

the mayor stakes his wife.

-Oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me. -Signor Alfredo.

Cavaliere Pioppi would like to have a word with you.

What shall I say to him?

I thought I told you not to come into this place with mud on your shoes.

Cavaliere Pioppi.

You all know Cavaliere Pioppi,

the only honest man among us.

Now, if you'll excuse us for a few minutes.

No, don't worry. Don't worry about it. Everything will be all right.

You'll have a return match. You'll lose some more livestock.

Thank God you have your health.

I'm glad one of us has a little enjoyment.

We've...

We've trouble making ends meet.

Our lands have been barren. We've...

As you must know, your father and I were friends.

He was always telling me,

"Careful, Pioppi, you're not an administrator.

"You let things get out of hand."

-But he'd help us. -Yes, he helped us.

He helped us sign so many mortgages

there's not a piece of land left in our name.

I wouldn't have bothered you, only she insisted.

You and I have been rather good friends.

It's embarrassing. I...

-How much do you need? -Oh, I knew you wouldn't refuse us.

You're more understanding than your father was.

Well.

Well, do you have anything left to mortgage at all?

The villa.

Olmo.

Hello.

-The house, you said? -The villa.

-You're not allowed in here. -Get away.

You don't learn easy, do you, boy? You don't listen, do you?

Get away!

You've been told 100 times you're not allowed in here. Don't you push me!

Somebody's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

-Get away! -Now, you get out of here!

You don't learn, do you? You're gonna come to a bad end, boy.

You think you're the king of this fucking castle.

-Get away. -Attila.

The time's come when I'll show you, once and for all, you're not!

-Now, you get out of here! -Get away!

What the hell is going on over here?

His shoes are dirty.

What are you doing here? What do you want?

All right, I'm poor,

a peasant, a worker and a killer.

-And I want my daughter! -Attila!

"By the..."

"Rushes."

"...rushes and under the sky,

"my lovely house doth lie."

Good girl. Here you are.

-Anita, come home. -But, Papa, not before I finish.

I don't like you to come here, you know that.

She has to learn how to read and write.

You're not her mother.

I don't want her here!

He's right, you know.

I mean, what the hell gives you the right to act like a missionary?

What the hell gives you the right?

I love that child!

I don't care whether you love that child. The child is out of place here.

Leave other people's children alone.

All right. Now I'll devote myself to our children!

No, don't! Just devote yourself to me!

November's the cruellest month of the year.

Damn it!

Bitch. Filthy bitch!

But I'll get in there. I'll get a bottle.

The key.

Now, give me the key.

The key!

Go and get drunk at the tavern.

We're respectable people here in this house.

Didn't you know that?

I want that key!

I stick it up your ass!

You stupid thing.

How stupid you are.

But why shouldn't you have what you want?

You must drink all you want.

You're the padrona. Aren't you the padrona?

So you'll have all the drink you want.

Help me. Why don't you help me?

You want a drink?

I don't want it anymore.

I baptize you, Regina, queen of the bitches.

Ada!

Good evening.

Go to bed, little witch. Go on.

Ada.

Good night, angel.

Sleep well.

Signora,

care for some wine?

Yes, I don't mind if I do.

-A drop is good from time to time. -Two or three, even.

It's so nice here.

What's so nice, may I ask?

Anita saying good night.

The smell of your supper.

The way you are all together.

And your mother sleeping by the fire.

Well, you may live here if you find it so nice. I'll put in a cot.

You know the big doors that open into the court?

Every evening, the padrone would close everybody in.

-Really? -I remember the key.

It was as big as that.

And so the peasants were all locked up, same as prison.

We were able to dance, to sing to our children.

Able to die, but impossible to get out.

We had to be shut up like beasts till morning.

Then what happened?

Came the morning,

the padrone would send a servant to open the door for us.

I'm not talking about the Middle Ages, either.

-Amusing, no? -No.

Grandfather Leo was alive. I was just a little boy.

Once Alfredo got into our house here

and was locked up with all of us.

Well, the doors are open now

but Alfredo never comes.

What do you think of Alfredo?

The padrone are our enemies. We have to destroy them all.

The padrone's Alfredo.

And me?

You are the padrona.

No, not really. I am the wife of the padrone.

Anita, don't you think her mother would have wanted her to study?

Olmo.

Rosina, we woke you up.

Olmo.

-It's all right. -Go away.

-I had a terrible dream, Olmo. -It's all right, Mama.

I was on the top of a mountain with Grandfather Leo.

-Yes. -"Look down," he said.

-Come to bed. -"Those are the years to come.

-"One is limping, another is blind." -It's all right.

-"That one has no head." -It's late, Mama.

Take little Anita and run away. Run, Olmo. Everything's gone to ruin.

-Do you hear that? He's there. -Shut up.

Over there. I saw him. He was moving.

He comes to spy.

Go away, go away. Leave us alone.

Do something!

Here?

Here?

It's a cat!

Every night I dream of that kid.

He's all covered with blood.

I hate him.

You drive me crazy.

I'll never come to this fucking room again!

Don't be angry. I'm fed up, too.

Whenever we feel like doing it,

we have to behave like a couple of thieves.

Hiding.

You could change all that if you wanted to.

You give the orders around here. He's as weak as a jellyfish.

Ada's drunk all the time.

You have the keys to everything, don't you, my dear?

No. I deserve a house of my own, fit for somebody like me.

I know one.

-Where? -Villa Pioppi.

The mortgage is nearly due.

Can't you see us,

the two of us,

sitting together in Chinese dressing gowns,

listening to the radio broadcast from Rome?

A servant very quietly comes in

with two glasses of Marsala wine.

Marsala, my ass. I want champagne.

Hey!

Stella!

Hey, where are you running? What's the matter, sweetheart?

They took him away! My Martino and his brother Gelindo!

Who did it?

It's those guards. They're taking them away.

The guards? What? Wait.

Wait. All of you, come with me.

No. Olmo, where are you going?

Have you lost your head? Will you put that gun away?

You'll get us all in trouble.

You promised to look out for us and not lose your head like this.

Prison.

Yes, prison.

Prison.

Prison.

-Olmo, where are you going? -Prison!

Come back, Olmo!

Wait, Stella!

Martino! Gelindo!

Wait, Stella.

Stella.

Hold on, comrades! We'll get you out of this!

Stop. You'll only make it worse.

-Hold on! Hold on! -No, no!

Martino! Gelindo!

You'll make it worse!

Come, come.

There are hundreds of us! There are thousands!

There's no room in your jails to keep us!

What are you doing, Olmo? Can't you see you're all alone?

Stella, wait!

No, no!

The party won't abandon you!

Yes, but these chains hurt! They hurt all the same!

-Christ is with us. -Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Since my husband died, they haven't left me in peace.

I have nothing but debts.

But all the same, I have always made my offering

for the holy wounds of Jesus.

It's true I don't have the money for the mortgage,

but I look at it this way,

if I have to choose between the mortgage and the holy wounds,

then I choose the wounds.

They wish I were dead, anyway.

This has become a fixation.

Don't you know that blaming others is a sin?

A very bad sin.

You don't believe me?

What do you call this, then?

Look, here's the proof.

Please, come on, please, I can't bear cats, even live ones.

He used to sleep with me.

They want to hurt the things I love.

They want to hurt me! They want to take everything away from me!

They're wicked people!

There's the car.

-Well, at last. -Yes. Here.

Aren't you coming in? They're waiting for you.

No, no, not tonight.

At least tonight, one should stay at home.

Come on, Josephine.

-Don't eat too much. -Ciao, Pierro.

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

-Evening, signor. -Good evening.

We'll play cards later. Maybe I'll get lucky.

-Yes. See you all about midnight. -Ciao. Ciao.

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You know how long I've been looking for you?

Signora Berlinghieri can no longer drink at home

because the wine is locked away.

She can no longer drink in small cafes

because her husband has given orders against it.

So she drinks in taverns.

I'm going to have you locked up in an asylum.

I can drink here. I can even fall under the table.

Nobody sees me anyway.

Get up from there. Get up.

You look disgusting.

Your face is all swollen from the alcohol.

You stink. Get up.

-...full of the Christmas spirit... -Get up.

...as you can tell with their fun-loving song.

Do I disgust you, too?

...and right into your homes, where on Christmas Eve

everyone should find comfort and...

Am I swollen?

...and social order. Happy mothers and fathers, but above all...

-Do I stink? -Do you need help, signora?

...favourite book or favourite dolly, they find a piece of Christmas holly.

Let's get along to one more song.

Don't get mixed up. They'll only take you for a fool.

I know why you don't want me to drink.

It's because when I drink,

it gives me the courage to tell you the truth.

You are different. You have changed.

You are surrounded by terrible, vulgar, arrogant bullies.

Murderers.

And you are even worse than they are.

Come. Have a drink with us.

-My husband wants to meet you. -Come on. It's getting late.

Stop staring at them. Come on. Let's go.

Stop staring, you idiot. They'll get you in trouble. Move.

Hey! Hey! Hey, wait a minute.

-You can't refuse a drink. -Let us go, signora, please.

-Where are you going? -To wash, signora.

-Why? -It's Christmas.

Oh, for heaven's sake. Stay like this.

You're much more beautiful the way you are.

Can I have your cap?

-You really want it? -Yes.

To remember you by.

Excuse us, signora. Excuse us, please.

What do you want? What do you want me to do?

-Signore, we're closing. -We're leaving.

I'll get your coat.

Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal for sale.

You slut.

You like fooling around with everyone.

-Even Olmo. -Olmo?

What an imagination.

Is it my imagination to have seen you together?

That I've seen you with him before?

Is it my imagination that I smell him on you?

Do you think Olmo would have anything to do with the wife of a fascist?

Fascist? I am not a fascist!

If you call me that again, I will kill you!

If I see you again with him, I will kill you!

You'll kill me because we can't make love anymore.

Fighting, huh?

Lucky you. I guess you love each other.

How are you?

How are you?

-You know her? -I think so.

Sit down.

Neve?

Neve, this is Ada.

I'm glad you remember me.

What about you? You're not from around here.

You look like a lady.

But you are a lady, aren't you?

She's my wife.

You know, after that day, I never had another attack.

Oh, God knows what went on in my head.

And then I found a man, a good man. I liked him. I was very fond of him.

When my mother died, we got married. A hard worker.

We settled down here, on this street. I still live here.

-What happened to him? -Oh, he disappeared one day.

I never saw him again.

But even if he's taken up with another woman, I'm happy.

I learn about how to manage and how I can get by fine on my own.

There were no children. It's the only thing I miss.

You know, I never knew if it was my fault or his.

Oh, my cake. I forgot.

Why don't you stay here and eat with us?

They are nice people, you know.

And where can you go this time of night?

You'll enjoy it, you'll see.

Oh, Neve, I thought you'd never show up.

She must have lost time at the baker's. So many people waiting.

Alfredo,

I want a child.

Go. Go to your midnight Mass.

-Ciao, Oreste. Merry Christmas. -Sing your hearts out.

Let everybody know what hypocrites you are.

Careful, Oreste. The devil will take you.

I'm not afraid of the devil. He's red, like me.

And when I die...

-Who lives here? -Attila Mellanchini.

He's really come up in the world.

-He lives here alone? -No, with his beloved Regina.

The most envied couple in the whole valley.

-Really? -Yes.

Merry Christmas, Signorina Regina!

What are you doing out there in the cold? Come inside.

Merry Christmas, Signora Pioppi! We don't want to be late for Mass!

We can have a drop to warm ourselves, then we can all three go together.

Oh, she's really crazy.

First, she cuts me down in public, then invites us for a drink.

-Marvelous. -Maybe she's trying to make up to us.

What difference does it make?

Well, aren't you coming?

Let's see what it's like inside.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Mayor.

You're making fun of me.

They'll elect you one of these days.

You're still a young man.

Young and strong.

Everything is so artistic, just like being abroad.

The house is perfect for a real lady.

Very elegant. Very...

Very tasteful.

Do you really think so?

Come and see the living room.

-What is she doing? -I told you, she's mad.

Caught you, didn't I? Now you'll have to listen to me.

I'm the one doing the talking now.

You want to get out?

Then you'll have to sign a paper saying this house will remain mine.

Attila! Attila, look!

You got that mortgage from my husband with threats,

with political blackmail!

You made his heart give out.

You tormented the poor man until he died.

"It's all so artistic, as if you were abroad."

Made to order for a high party official, isn't it, Mr. Black Shirt?

But now I've got you trapped and I'll not let you go.

You're not leaving here.

This house is mine and it'll stay mine.

"Made in

"Czechoslovakia."

Sinners. Rogues.

Concubine! Concubine!

You see? I told you. She called you a concubine.

If we don't get married soon,

we'll be the laughingstock of the whole countryside.

The radio doesn't work.

You've harmed me for the last time.

What has my poor cat done to you?

Murderers.

That's what you are, murderers.

Murderers! Murderers! Murderers!

Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Signora Pioppi, calm down.

Open the door. You're really hysterical.

What are you talking about?

All these silly accusations.

If you just open the door, we can talk it over.

We're respectable people, Signora Pioppi.

Admit it, I look nice in the coalman's hat.

-You look irresistible. -Yes.

But I prefer you in my hat.

Who are these people?

Oh, they must be coming from midnight Mass.

What's going on?

A robbery.

What was there to rob? She was full of debts.

Poor people. They had to mortgage everything,

the land, the villa, everything.

Who has the mortgage?

Oh, my God!

Everything she owned is mortgaged to Alfredo Berlinghieri.

What do mortgages have to do with it? This was obviously a sex crime.

She was still a very handsome woman. She undoubtedly had some relationship.

-Merry Christmas. Signorina. -Good evening, Commissioner.

Mortgages.

I wouldn't be surprised if this weren't the act of a crazed, jealous lover.

It could be anyone, possibly someone right here.

She probably led him on,

then spurned him.

With his lust aroused,

he possibly raped her.

Then this murder.

Maniacs. Communists. Perverts.

May I take a look?

There, you see? No underwear.

Why does a woman take off her underwear?

Why?

Coward.

Coward.

Ada! Ada!

Olmo! Olmo!

Olmo!

Olmo!

What is this? Why do you have a lock? What do you have to hide?

-Why do you lock yourself in? -I lock others out.

Where's my wife?

That's enough! Get out of here!

-Olmo! -Get out of here.

-I'm sorry. I... -Get out of here!

-What's he want? -His wife.

You'll wake up the children.

I'm sorry. I don't know what's the matter with me.

I don't know, I'm not feeling well. I think I have a heart condition.

-Feel my heart. -What heart?

You're just sick in the head.

Oh, maybe you're right. I don't know.

I'm going crazy. Ada's gone. I don't know where she is now.

And you come looking for her in my bed?

What's so wrong about that?

-What do you mean? -You know what I mean.

-Go on. -You know what I mean.

Go on!

Oh, I think it's very, very, very possible because I think you like her.

Yeah.

You're right.

And she likes me.

We fuck and fuck, fuck all the night.

But it's not enough for her, not enough.

It seems she wants to stuff this salami up her ass.

Oh, Olmo, stop acting like a pig. You're really not funny.

I don't understand how you could talk like that.

If you knew what I was going through tonight, you wouldn't.

They killed that wretched widow, Pioppi.

There's such violence here. It's all around us.

I don't know.

It would have to happen tonight, just as Ada and I were finally able to talk.

We were so close after so long. It was just like in the beginning.

She saw all that blood and she ran away.

As if it were my fault. I mean, I don't know what I had to do with it.

Who gets the widow's house?

The property?

They'll imprison some poor devil who's done nothing.

Call him a communist.

There are too many innocent people who have died, Alfredo.

And you'll soon see more and more and more.

And there are too many in jail. And it's you.

It's you and others like you who wanted it.

It's you.

I'm happy you have a woman in the house.

Your daughter needs a mother.

She only came for Christmas.

Her husband is in jail.

Has it never occurred to you why so many of your friends

are in jail and not you?

You, of all people, who should have been the first to end up inside?

Because I have stopped Attila, that's why.

Because I have made him drop his bone.

If you protect me, it's been in your interest.

That's right. Go on, insult me. Insult your old friend.

If I protect you, it's because I care about you.

Don't you remember we used to catch frogs together?

You remember how beautiful it was along the ditches in the summer, huh?

I caught the frogs, you ate them.

Come on.

Come on, you hole-in-the-pocket socialist.

Don't you remember anything?

Yes, yes, I remember.

I remember your wedding day.

And I remember I was beaten up.

And I remember you stood and watched.

You also remember when you broke into my father's house

and when you stole his gun?

And if you're so courageous, why haven't you ever used it?

To get killed? Is that what you want?

Enough talk, Alfredo.

Go home. You'll find Ada there.

-You really think so? -Sure, sure.

Take this, just in case.

Stick it up yours!

Ada?

Ada? Ada.

Ada, open the door. Are you all right?

Say something. Ada! Ada!

Open the door or I'll break it down.

Ada? Ada, are you all right?

Are you all right, Ada?

Ada, say something at least.

It's not my fault, Ada. Please, open up.

It's not my fault.

Listen, we'll take a trip. We'll go to Paris.

Wouldn't you like to do that?

We can leave tomorrow. We can even leave now if you want.

We'll have a child. We'll have a child!

The most recent communique from an Axis Army...

I've just seen Aunt Ada.

Be a good girl now. Come, I made it sweet for you.

-Just the way you like it. -Nicolo, come have your lunch.

Come on.

One more like a good girl.

The allied forces are fighting desperately to keep their hold

on the Kasserine Pass.

With the help of Italo-German air power,

our gallant soldiers have breached the pass in several places,

turning northward in the direction of Tebessa and Thala.

So, you saw your Auntie Ada?

I mean it. I mean it.

Don't talk nonsense.

Ada is dead. Dead, dead, dead.

Why do you say she's dead?

She's in a room. Caged beast.

She eats the hearts of bad children.

...and 66 heavy artillery pieces of various calibre.

Hail the Duce, people.

This is what is known as the fascist miracle.

We don't need those cart horses anymore.

We put the power of 50 horses in one machine.

They're sold, did you hear?

Time's up.

Hey, Barone!

Barone, what's the use of those cart horses?

Unless you got a stable hand.

You need a stable hand, Barone?

Seems fit. Any family?

Widower. One daughter.

It all depends. How much are you selling them for?

Barone, I give you the best deal in the world.

Barone's a good man. You'll be very happy with him.

So I'm sold, too?

Part of the contract.

Horses, horseman, horse manure.

You all hear? I was sold.

To that merchant there. Stupid beast!

I can't be milked, though. Or be fed with hay.

I can't provide milk or make a meal of grain.

For I'm not a beast.

Only a peasant.

A peasant like you men. Understand?

Can they buy us for nothing?

Is a peasant for sale?

Is it just?

Well, tell me, is it just?

Olmo, tie the horses to the back of the motorcycle,

get your daughter, and get going.

Horse manure!

Horses go in horse manure!

Shit! Shit! Let it out.

Don't hold back, for God's sake, shit! I'm gonna wait, come on.

What about Il Duce?

He's full of shit, too!

God bless us, a full behind.

Look. Look at all the shit.

The greatest load of horse shit and dung.

-It stinks. -Here comes another load!

Go ahead, everybody! Laugh!

You little shit! It's all right! It's all right!

-Here, we can begin to change things. -Hey, Barone!

Make him eat it, Olmo! Horse shit pie!

Milk and wine give you lines. Tell your padrona.

Tell her milk on the tongue keeps you young.

Stupid.

Ciao, Teresita.

-Hurry, Olmo, before it's too late. -On your way, Olmo.

-God knows what Attila will do. -Olmo, there is no time.

Yes.

-Stay away until you're sure it's safe. -Don't worry about the house.

-I want to go with you. -No, it's better if you go to Stella's.

-Please. Take me with you, please. -Be good. Be good. You promised.

All right, take the key. Take the key. It's yours.

-All right. I'll come back. -Yes.

I'll come back. I'll come back.

-Here, you need it more than I do. -Thank you. Thank you.

Now, listen, you'd better keep your doors locked,

and don't go out alone.

-Thank you. -Ciao, Olmo.

-Goodbye, Olmo. Come back soon. -Ciao.

-Take care of yourself, Olmo. -Yes. Be prepared for the worst.

-You carry our blessings. -Write to us. Send us word.

-Let us know how you are. -Good luck, Olmo.

Here, Olmo, take this. Goodbye. Be careful.

We'll see you soon. Don't let them get you, Olmo.

Good luck, Olmo.

Signora Ada, I have a new story for you.

-And today it's a true story. -Wait. Wait. Wait.

What happened was Attila wanted to sell Olmo.

-Sell Olmo? -Yes.

Attila bought a new tractor for the farm and was showing off.

And so then he said horsemen are finished,

and if it'd be of any use, he'd sell Olmo along with the horses.

-Nobody helped Olmo? -Yeah, they all did.

And then you know what happened? It began to rain.

-What? -Yeah, it rained horse manure.

Horse manure, all over Attila. His nose, his eyes. All over.

-Even on his bald head. -On Regina, too?

No, but they'd have gotten her, too, had she been there.

Then they massaged all the horses' asses and got a lot of fresh shit.

And after that, Attila smelled like a pigsty.

But then, all of a sudden, the farmers were scared,

and Olmo left on his bicycle.

-Olmo ran away? -Yeah.

Attila will come with his fascists.

Everyone cried when Olmo left, signora.

But he wanted to go. He was free. Don't you understand?

-No, he was sad. -Oh, you're stupid.

You're in a fog. He was happy.

Poor Olmo had to leave his daughter and had to leave his house.

He wasn't glad at all.

What do you know? You know nothing.

-You're leaving, too, signora? -I'm leaving, yes. And for good.

Everybody's going.

I won't need these. You can have them.

This, too. Here, take this.

And this.

And this.

This.

Here, take this.

Signora,

could I have a kiss, too?

Come here.

Anthony!

Anthony!

Attila!

Attila!

Attila!

Come down here immediately!

Anthony, there are books in the other room.

Right away.

Attila!

Signor Alfredo, you've heard about it. The bastard's run off to...

Who asked you to come here? Who gave you the right to do this?

Right? He's a communist organizer.

I don't care if he's a communist or not, he's a friend of mine.

A friend of yours?

That friend stole this gun from your father 15 years ago. Look.

It's taken you a long time to find it.

I would have found it sooner if I'd been allowed to do my job.

You've done your job. Your services are no longer needed here.

What?

Listen, everybody, I fired him. I fired the foreman.

Can you hear me? I fired Attila.

Ada, it's me.

I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be here,

but I have something very important to tell you.

I know you're going to be very happy.

I've done it. I've fired Attila. It's over.

-She's gone, padrone. Gone. -Gone?

-Where did she go? -She won't return anymore.

-Where did she go? -No more.

-Where did she go? -No more.

-Where did she go? -No more.

She said you'd understand if I dressed up in this.

Swim!

Take a look! Take a look!

You're all gonna end up like that! Like sewer rats!

Go on, scream, you shit!

Cover his face in it!

Orio!

Orio!

Oh, he's dead.

Breasts. Unrighteous breasts.

-You filthy rotten fascist! -Cover yourself, you dirty bitch.

-Cover up! -Here, fire it, bastard!

Pig! Bastard! Pig!

All right, turn back.

Temesio!

-Temesio, does God exist? -No!

Attila!

Does that bastard Mussolini exist?

Temesio?

-Does Il Duce exist? -No!

-The Duce doesn't exist! -Kill him.

You move and I'll kill you.

Attila. Neither do you exist, Attila.

Stop that whistling. Stop it.

I can kill all of you whenever I want to so you can whistle till your mouths rot.

I don't give a damn for any of you.

Anthony.

Let's get out of here.

You're shit! Scum!

You're a disgrace to the Italian nation.

You are the shit of Italy!

25th of April 1945 Liberation Day

Fight, comrades, in the name of Stalin.

-The Black Shirt bandits are here. -Come on, everyone, over here.

Let's wipe them out, rip their guts.

Every last one of them.

Here, Manzalone, they're just beyond the canal.

Grab these, go on.

-Hurry up! -Kill every one of them.

Anita!

Anita, what can you see there?

I can see...

I can see...

I can see a bunch of fascists. They're running away.

One of our men's running after them. He's alone.

Anita, I'll bet it's my Wildcat. God bless him.

He's only got a stick but, by God, he's giving it to them.

He's really giving it to them. If you could only see them, women!

Come on, harder!

Harder now! Kill them all!

Have you lost your tongues? Shout, women, shout!

Let our men hear us! Come on, shout!

-You kill him. -Louder!

Louder!

Blessed are the young who see what isn't there.

Hundreds of German soldiers are running off, leaving for good.

If you could only see this, too. They'll never come back.

They're throwing away their guns and their uniforms.

Oh, God.

-What do you see? What is it? -A huge cloud of dust.

A man on a white horse.

He looks like...

Like Olmo.

If only it was Olmo.

Let his soul be at rest.

Attila and Regina.

Attila and Regina!

Shoot, Attila! Shoot!

Bitches!

Stinking bastard!

Kill her!

Throw her in the shit!

Die, you fascist cow!

Fascist pig!

-Kill her! -Move, women.

Move out of the way. Let's take them to the sty.

Put this shit with the other pigs!

Now you know what a pigsty is like!

No, you can't come through.

You can't come through.

The sty is too good for them!

Hey, Comrade!

Is it true you're giving the land to those who'll work it?

Who is she?

-Have you ever seen her? -I've never seen her.

I said, is it true you're giving the land to those who'll work it?

Yes. Come on! Come on!

Let's go.

Come on, you blockheads.

Oh, how many there are.

Who are you? No one knows you,

and yet you speak words we've always wanted to hear.

This man is Carnellio, and I am Rondina, his wife.

We come from the mountains.

The Nazis, they burned everything, all our houses.

And the fascists, they took all our goods.

I say, first of all, we have to give them a place to sleep.

Best let us sleep inside the sheds here.

No, the shed is for vagabonds.

And the house is where comrades stay.

Pigsties are for the fascists.

Everything will be fine.

So glad that I shall die

And yet I'm sorry

I'm so sorry that I die

So I won't worry

Shut up, you gravedigger!

Who goes there?

The people's committee for community swine allotment.

More pigs than I ever saw.

Come here, my beauty.

Oh, let me kiss you.

Come, another. I need another kiss.

Oh, let me touch you, you're so beautiful.

Let me get on you.

-I want to spend the whole night... -Can't you show pity?

Bastards! Bastards!

1 3, 1 4, 15,

16, 1 7, 18.

And with those two sitting there, it's 20.

Just a moment, comrades. My heart's heavy in me.

Abolishing the padrone's rights will make me feel

100% better, I can tell you that.

Then I guess we must be idiots.

Nobody can make out what you're saying.

Take a look at all these pigs in here.

Prosciutto, salami, sausage, feet and knuckles, and lard,

and mortadella. Who do they belong to now?

Listen here, you'll own all the animals.

Socialism can bring it all to you.

How do I know that socialism is really going to feed me?

And what my heart is heavy for is those two souls there.

All the Dalcos step forward.

You others from the mountains ruled by priests,

instead of wallowing in ignorance, try beating your head three times

to let in socialist ideas.

-What do you want to do? -You heard him.

So did you, about beating your head.

Why beat our heads three times? What did he mean?

Beating your head makes no sense.

Look at him.

Look at him.

Look at him.

I can see you're a man of feeling.

Help him.

Don't you see he is dying like a pig?

Help him.

In the name of humanity.

Look, right there is where my grandfather's buried.

"Patrizio Avanzini,

"tender flower plucked by the cruel hands of destiny."

Cruel hands of destiny.

Destiny's hands.

My hands.

The cruel hands of destiny.

Regina.

Regina.

Our children will harvest the seeds we have planted, Regina.

You are as ugly as sin.

-Get away! -Don't cut her hair!

Don't cut her hair!

PIERO PIOPPI DIED AS HONESTLY AS HE LIVED

IDA CANTA ELLI widow of PIOPPI GOOD AND SAINTLY WOMAN

OFFENDED BY THE CRUELTY OF TME

"Canta Elli Pioppi.

"Good and saintly woman, offended by the cruelty of time."

I am that cruel time.

Me. I killed that crazy bitch.

And that little turd, Patrizio.

Me, Attila Mellanchini.

Fascist.

Man.

Pigs.

Scum.

Shits.

Turd.

Stop that music! This is not a dance hall!

You have no respect for our dead!

Look, everybody.

Come here, everybody!

-Who is that? -I don't know.

Kill me. Kill me!

Kill me, quick. Kill me.

Kill me.

Kill me!

-Get away. -Kill me.

Be careful. Watch from behind here.

Don't look when a lady is pissing.

Halt. No one can pass here.

Go on.

-Who is that? -It's the padrone. He is my prisoner.

Why are you holding him here in this stall?

I'm waiting for the partisans.

It takes a pretty smart boy to fool with such a gun.

Go, Marina. You be the first one up. Careful you don't fall.

-Paint out all the fascist slogans! -Paint everything out!

-Throw the paint on! -Brush out. Brush out everything!

No! No, wait! That goose is mine!

That's my goose! It's mine!

Where are you going? Give it to me! Give it back!

If it's yours, then it's everybody's. It can't be yours if it's everybody's.

Did you have to pick mine to be everybody's?

Make it redder! Put more red on!

Stop tickling.

Stupid ass.

Cut it out.

I'll kill you.

Will you look who's here? We forgot all about our padrone.

Even forgot to arrest him.

Good for you, Leonito. Good boy.

The children have more imagination than we do.

Excuse me, padrone, I held my hand back so long, it escaped on its own.

And my foot escaped, too.

Are you Olmo?

I hand you my prisoner.

Bravo.

Hey, are you sleeping?

Ada never came back, you know.

-You'd rather she were dead, huh? -Well, at least you came back.

Are you sure we hid it here?

-I hereby declare... -Give me the paint.

...the people's trial of Alfredo Berlinghieri,

padrone and therefore enemy of the people, now open.

I declare the people's trial of the padrone open.

-How did you know it was there? -Because I hid it.

I hereby declare the people's trial of Alfredo Berlinghieri,

padrone and therefore enemy of the people, now open.

Sit down here. This is going to be good.

My feet are killing me but I don't want to miss the show.

-Do you know when... -She didn't come back

because if she had, she'd have stood trial with you.

Do you know when she ran away? She ran away the day that you ran away.

She's cleverer than you.

You stayed to be the padrone right to the end.

What are you writing, Anita?

-We're not in school now. -Give us a hand, Anita.

This is a people's trial. What's there to write?

Comrades, what's done is worthy of being written down,

and what is written down is worthy of being read.

Just a minute.

-Oh, look at our flags! -All our flags together!

That one belonged to the Workers' League, remember?

Me and Rosina sewed them. It got bigger every year.

Olmo, I know we're ignorant,

but how can we have a trial without a lawyer?

I bring you the accused and you ask me for a lawyer?

I mean, isn't that enough?

But we are the ones who caught him, not you.

No, you didn't catch him, either.

He surrendered to Leonito right after he saw his gun.

Yes, you're right.

Lift it high! Higher!

Let's dance! Come on!

-Dance. -Get away.

Dance! Come on.

Dance!

When a mute begins to speak, he has much to say,

but the poor man is tongue-tied, as well.

It's all right. Speak with your heart, old man.

Stop the music.

I lost them harvesting your wheat for 60 years.

Can you make good now? Can they be returned?

Why did all these teeth drop out?

The padrone's are still there, all shined up.

He's able to munch with them all day long.

We made money for you and you spent it.

-You're washed and we're filthy. -You rest while we work.

You had plenty in your stomach in the famine.

You're just a leech but your old grandfather was even worse.

It's true. After a hailstorm, he wanted to fire all the day labourers.

He wasn't the one. It was his papa, Giovanni.

He's the son. It makes no difference. A padrone remains a padrone.

All land needs labourers, otherwise it would go to ruin.

But the padrone? Does anyone need the padrone?

I have one thing to say. I've never hurt anyone.

I've never hurt anyone.

All the padrone claim the very same thing.

And they're such big hypocrites, they think it's true.

I have never hurt anyone.

To be able to say that, you've taken criminals out of prison

and put communists in their place?

Listen to me, comrades.

Fascists don't spring up someday like mushrooms, all in one night.

No. Fascists are the padrone's offspring.

Inventions of the padrone.

And with these fascists, they began earning more and more.

So much that they had to put their fortunes to use,

and that's how war was invented.

For we were sent to Africa, Russia, Greece,

Albania, and Spain.

But did they pay? No, we're the ones that paid!

The proletariat, the peasant, the workers!

You paid for it!

He pays now! He pays now!

Do you hear that, Alfredo Berlinghieri?

You hear the voice of the people?

We, the ignorant hicks

who die of starvation,

will set an example here in this miserable asshole of the world.

We sentence you to death.

We condemn you and the past condemns you.

That's it, comrades.

No more padrone.

The padrone is a dead man.

I'm very tired. May I sit down?

I'm very tired.

If I understand it right, we're looking at a dead person.

Yes, he thinks he's alive, and for us the man's dead.

He doesn't exist anymore.

The man's alive. His body's on fire.

Usually, the dead grow cold.

Olmo, you learned how to speak better than a peasant.

Here.

But you should explain with simple talk.

That educated talk can play tricks.

The padrone is dead but Alfredo Berlinghieri is alive.

And we mustn't kill him.

But why not?

Because he's the living proof that the padrone's dead.

And now let's vote. Who agrees, raise your hands.

Comrades, the partisans!

The partisans are coming.

Partisans.

Comrades, the partisans.

The partisans are here.

Hey, comrades.

Silence. Silence, please.

Come over here, everybody!

I have an important communication to make.

Everybody, come over here!

-Hey, let me look at it! -Give it to me! Give it to me!

-An American gun! -Give it to me. Let's see.

We have come here in the name of the Committee of National Liberation.

We represent the Christian democrats,

we represent the liberals,

we represent the socialists,

we represent the communists and the action party.

This Committee for the Liberation of Italy...

-Sit down. -...has assumed power temporarily,

for the purpose of maintaining law and order in the country.

And so, dear friends, I ask you to adhere

to the decision of the National Committee for Liberation

and turn your arms over to us.

-No! -Those are the orders!

Comrades, victory is like when you're drunk.

-No! -Yes!

When you drink, you say what you feel in your heart.

-It's a trap, Olmo. -Everything seems to be new for you.

No, it's the old story. I'm not going to fall for it.

The moment of truth arrives and it demands that everyone must get sober,

and put your head and heart under the faucet and stop drinking.

-They're double-crossing us. -Yes.

But, please, all right...

Those guns belong to us! It's all bullshit!

Why give them the guns? They belong to us all.

Tomorrow they'll call it utopia. That's fine!

But remember, if there's evidence to persuade us

that the padrone's still there, we must say no anyway.

Because we know, we saw, all of us.

We know the truth. The padrone's dead!

Hey, boy, didn't you hear the orders?

No! Give it back to me! It's my gun!

Give it back! It's mine! It's mine!

Give it back! It's mine! Give it back to me!

The padrone's alive.