All language subtitles for Garibaldi.1961

'One hundred years ago,
Italy was not a united country as it is today.

'It was divided into separate states,

'governed by independent rulers
or foreign viceroys,

'most of whom were content
with the way things were.

'The King of Sardinian Piedmont, however,
by name Victor Emmanuel,

'had greater ambitions.

'Encouraged by his prime minister, Cavour,

'their idea was to unite Italy
under their own rule.

'To do this, they would have
to conquer Venice,

'the central band of states
held by the Pope at Rome,

'and the kingdom of Naples and Sicily
to the south.

'This kingdom had as its ruler
the Bourbon Francis II.

'He was young and good-hearted,

'but powerless in the hands
of corrupt prime ministers and generals.

'All over his kingdom, people wanted
to throw off his government

'and unite with the northern states.

'Whether in a kingdom or a republic
was not important,

'if only Italy could be free and one.

'In Palermo, the capital of Sicily,

'a group of conspirators was gathered
in the cellar of a monastery

'early one morning in spring,

'waiting to begin the revolt
that would lead to freedom.'

- What time is it?
- You got the watch, haven't you?

It's now ten minutes after six.

What time's sunrise?

The sacristan is going to give us a signal
at sunrise.

I know, but...

Listen.

It's him coming.

- The monastery's all surrounded.
- What?

We're surrounded.

- Surrounded by whom?
- Policemen, spies, soldiers.

Yes, let's stay here in hiding.
We'll be safe this way.

And the rest of them who are waiting
for the signal to begin,

- the ones at Ballarò and Sant'Anna?
- Then what shall we do?

Let's all leave.

You go ahead of us to the bell tower
and start ringing the bell.

The square's not big. If we can manage
to surprise the spies and soldiers,

we'll be able to reach the streets
and we can get people to join us. Let's go!

- Come on!
- Down with the Bourbons!

Shh! Be quiet!

- Close the trap door.
- Hurry! Hurry on up. Quick! Come on.

Bring the flag. Get a move on.

Hurry!

You, go with the sacristan to the bell tower
and be quick!

- This way.
- We'll go out to the courtyard.

Come on. Hurry!

Ring the bells!

Get the flag out!

You over there! Ready!

Forward! Forward!

Quick!

Fire!

Come on, men!

Over there!

Shoot him down!

Attention!

Right, about face!

Front rank, kneel!

Ready... aim...

fire!

I'm not dead.
I got a right to go free.

Now you're free!

'The cries of these martyrs
to freedom and national unity

'were not to go unheeded.

'In Genoa, a man named Giuseppe Garibaldi
had heard them.

'Garibaldi had already fought many battles
in the cause of united Italy.

'He had helped to make a republic
with its capital at Rome for a short while,

'but the forces of reaction
and even Cavour

'had soon put an end
to that brief moment of freedom.

'Now Garibaldi was more cautious
in his actions.

'And yet he could not ignore the meaning
of the conspiracy in Palermo.

'He began to be surrounded
by adherents of Italian unity,

'to certain men who had fought
with him before,

'but who were now in other armies.

'He sent his trusted agents to find out
which ones were willing to leave everything

'and fight with him again.'

Here he is. We've brought him.

Oh, Giuseppe Bandi.
It's good to see you.

I'm glad to find you well, General.

- Hello, Nino.
- Hello, hello.

Gusmaroli, I can imagine,
has told you why you are here.

- No.
- Sit down then.

I was sitting in a café in Alessandria
when I found him standing in front of me.

"The General wants you. Come on."
He didn't even allow me to go home.

He dragged me to the station,
pushed me onto the first train, and here I am.

- May I go now, General?
- Yes.

Bixio.

You've never lost contact
with your companions in Siena?

Of course not.

Then you must go down there
to make recruits.

Push all the way down the valley
into Umbria.

Win over everyone that's possible.

Push on to Perugia to find out if the people
of Perugia are willing to fight for liberty.

Huh!

But to be able to do this, you say,
"I need money and firearms."

Well, General, to do all that
without money and arms...

What are you saying?

Do those people want our help or not?

If they really want to,
a few sticks and stones will be sufficient.

Of course they'd be sufficient
with you directing the music.

- You mean, you don't want to go?
- Why don't you go?

I don't want to see myself in cartoons,

hear people say that
out of conceit I lied to Garibaldi.

Blessed Florentines!

Do-nothings and cowards!

Don't listen to him.
We all know what he's like.

Never manages to be calm for long.

Anyway, at this moment
he's only useful

for attracting attention elsewhere.

- We'll talk about it tomorrow.
- Yes, General, but...

Will you also take care
to leave me your address?

But tonight you must sleep over there,
on that couch.

To tell you the truth,
I ought to go back to Alessandria.

If I don't show up at barracks,
I'll be considered a deserter.

Don't worry about it.

You're staying with me.

- You know where we're bound?
- No, General.

We're bound for Sicily.

Sicily!

Palermo has risen.

The revolt is spreading over the island.

The Bourbon kingdom is falling to pieces.

And then, all roads do lead to Rome.

I don't know how a road going
through Sicily can be the most direct.

And I doubt whether it is
the smoothest road.

Italians, the Sicilians are battling
the enemies of Italy for Italy.

Italians, every citizen has the duty
to go to their aid,

with words and guns and money.

Above all, with force of decision.

A host of brave soldiers,

my tried companions
on the field of furious battle,

are marching with me to the rescue.

Italy knows who they are.

They're the same men who have
never failed us in the hour of peril.

True-hearted and brave comrades.

They have dedicated their lives
to their homeland.

They will give her their last drop of blood

without the thought of other reward
than a stainless conscience.

"Italy and Victor Emmanuel!"

That was their cry
when they crossed the Ticino.

"Italy and Victor Emmanuel!"

will fill the air of Sicily
from cavern to mountain peak.

At this fateful call to war,

echoing from the northern ranges of Italy
to Rome itself,

the tottering throne of tyranny will fall,

and, to a man, the courageous sons
of Sicily will rise in triumph.

To arms! Once and for all put an end
to the misery of so many centuries.

Be it proof to all the word,
O Roman children,

that your living in this, our Italy,
has not been a lie.

Hooray for Garibaldi!

Excuse me, I'm a newspaper man.
It's urgent.

- I was here before you.
- Yes, you were. Please.

One moment, please.

Listen to what's in this telegram.

"Times, London. Garibaldi embarked tonight
with an army of 1,000 volunteers

"on two ships Bixio requisitioned. Stop.

"Believe General wants
to set his compass for Sicily. Stop.

"Feelings in diplomatic and political circles
running high. Stop.

- "Will send details."
- Quick! Put it ahead of the others.

'The march toward Italian unity
was underway.

'All over Italy, all over Europe,
people held their breath in suspense.

'Cavour and Victor Emmanuel had not
been informed of the attack on Sicily.

'Although Garibaldi had used
the King's name as his rallying cry,

'would he still be faithful to monarchy
if he conquered Sicily?

'From Naples, the young Bourbon King

'sent one of his older and supposedly
more experienced generals, named Landi,

'to meet the thousand volunteers
and stop them

'from bringing aid to patriots in Palermo
and throughout the island.'

I've come to tell Your Excellency
everything we've been able to learn.

The brigands disembarked at Marsala
towards midday on the 11th of May.

That much is known by everyone!

Their army has around 1,000 men,
most of them ordinary people.

They say a few are wearing strange
uniforms, but ordinary people still.

And it's said they're commanded
by a certain...

- a certain Gallubardo... Garubardo...
- Ah!

- They're not too sure of what he's called.
- Oh, yes, they are. Garibaldi!

Your Excellency knows
everything then, huh?

Don't you worry about what I know.
You tell me what you know, if you please!

Oh, they're badly armed, Your Excellency.
That much I can guarantee.

They've got two very old cannons
and a couple of big guns a lot older even.

They loaded them onto carts
that they sold at Marsala,

and now they're having trouble
hauling them.

Yes, sir. And last night,
they slept at Rampingallo

on the land of Baron Mistretta.

His nephew, Antonio Fortes, is his name,
Your Excellency,

and don't believe I won't catch up with him,
Your Excellency,

when the time comes for traitors.

Well, anyway, this Fortes gave them a pile of
supplies enough to last them the whole week.

- And where are they right now?
- Along the road to Salemi.

- Are you telling the truth?
- Your Excellency, my word of honor.

This is where they are, General.

Adamo! Adamo!

- Garibaldi's at Salemi.
- Round up everybody you can.

Go down to the mill
and get all of the flour. Quick!

Turiddu!

Turiddu!

- Here I am. What is it?
- To the mill. Quick!

I'm going to Garibaldi at Salemi.

Peppuzzo!

Get down to the mill. Quick!

Roll that one over there.

Go on! Go on!
They'll lead you to the hiding place.

And don't try to pretend
that you were ignorant

of these peasants' intention
to attack and sack that mill.

I'm a military tactician, not a policeman,
but I should send you to the firing squad.

And Father, that goes for you, too.
Yes, Father!

We've got a bellyful of priests and friars
stirring up rebellion against His Majesty.

Fine religion you're teaching the people!

I can't see how we're supposed
to be responsible to you in such things.

And may I also remind you

that I don't accept observations
from anyone else but my Bishop.

Well, now...

We'll soon be hearing you
quoting Thomas

on the rights of people
to assassinate tyrants, won't we?

I don't believe I have to quote him.
You already know what he says.

Fine!

Starting from today, if my troops
don't get the flour they need,

the two of you will answer for it.

You may go.

- Bring in the Captain again.
- Yes, sir.

Excellency, Garibaldi and his outlaws
have left Salemi and are going toward Vita.

That's it there, General.

That's the road that goes to Palermo.

Between here and there,
the land lies all the same way.

Up and down hills and mountains.

You see that hill over there?

- The one where my men are?
- Right.

Well, above it and behind,
there's Calatafimi.

See?

It's the town where General Landi
and his troops arrived last night.

- Are there many troops?
- Yes, sir.

What are they doing?
Those vagabonds! Are they eating?

Looks like they've come down here
for a picnic!

Well, we'll give 'em
a better appetite.

Make their stomachs bigger
by a hole or two.

Or give them a shot
to help them digest.

Look at them! Look at them!
A right pick of scum!

Here's some bread,
a piece of cheese and a few olives.

Fine for me.

Thanks.

- Does anyone happen to have some salt?
- Sure, General.

- Here's some.
- Many thanks.

This Sicilian bread is good.

They blow a good bugle, don't they?

Why don't I let them hear
how ours sounds?

Where's my bugler?

General, I've explored the terrain.
Scaling that hill is hard labor,

and scaling those terraces is impossible.

- Do you want to accept combat here?
- Yes, certainly.

Ah, but Bixio, the terrain is difficult,
but it's favorable.

The fact it's uphill won't allow the enemy

to use the best advantage
of the forces he's strongest in:

rifles and artillery.

Besides, Bixio,

we make Italy now... or we die.

Bugles!

Let those soldiers hear the sound
of our alarm clock.

And now, my friends,

it's time to give those Bourbon gentlemen
over there a couple of whacks.

General, you want me
to call back that fool?

Let him go.
He has a right to his inspiration.

Look, it's midday to the minute.

I don't want anyone to shoot
without my specific order.

To fire from a distance is a sign of fear.

Look at them, they can't stand still
for an instant!

Giuseppe Garibaldi.

Don't despise this monk's habit
I'm wearing,

because I tell you in truth,
it will be stronger than your armor.

And don't despise this crucifix.

You'll see it flash among the enemy
more terrible than your sword.

God bless you!

Order my carriage.

Didn't you communicate to Major Sforza
my order to deploy his troops

- but make no contact with the enemy?
- Yes, I did, Excellency.

Well, what's the Major doing then?

Come on.

Major, they're coming up the hill like devils.
We've got to have reinforcements.

Keep calm, Lieutenant,
let them get tired first.

Then, I'll order the counter-attack.

Quick! Take this message
to General Landi.

"Need reinforcements immediately."

What have you done, men?

Didn't I tell you
you must go at the enemy easy?

Get your lines in order!

Get your wind back.
Then do exactly what I tell you.

General, they've captured your flag.
They've captured your flag.

That's nothing at all. Nothing!

Send gunners up the hill in that direction.

Aim! Aim before you shoot!

Take aim, I tell you.
Don't waste your ammunition!

They're running short,
look at them!

Your Excellency, Major Sforza sent you
this flag that was taken from the enemy

and says to inform you that the commander
of the invaders has been killed.

Major Sforza asked for reinforcements.

What do you mean,
he's taken their flag?

He's finished Garibaldi
and he still wants reinforcements?

Bugles, sound the attack.

Forwards!

Left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right.

Follow me!

Now is the moment, men!

Get up there!

Get up onto that terrace!

Garibaldi! Garibaldi!

Well, look at yourself, then, Garibaldi.

Look at all we've been able to do.

Brave boys!

They're leaving town, defeated.

Excuse me, is Garibaldi among you
somewhere?

Right here. General?

The church is full of soldiers
from the Bourbon army.

They're seriously wounded
and we trust your compassion.

Compassion? What do you mean,
"compassion"?

Aren't your wounded soldiers men like us,
all Italians,

Italians that are brothers?

Thank you.
Come and see them.

Brave men.

You fought bravely.

Be sure that you provide the wounded men
with every care you possibly can.

And tell them that they're free to return
to their homes or to fight with us.

And they're free to return
to their regiments if they like

and fight again - against us.

No! No, please, please, not that way.
We're not the tyrants you're used to.

We're just human beings
who eat and drink like you.

On the cheeks!

We're brothers, Italians.

If memory serves me right,
I think the temple of Segesta is near here.

- You learned Latin and Greek in school, eh?
- Segesta is not far off, is it?

Just a half-hour ride. If you want,
we can take you on the donkeys.

Let's go!

There it is! We're here!

Up the hill!

Hurry up!

Ho!

On foot!

Hey, come back here.

Hey, let go.

Hey, what are you doing?
After that ride, don't I deserve a drink?

Hey, if you really want a drink,
I've got some wine from Mount Etna.

It'll bend your knees double!

- Hey, you!
- You've had enough to drink.

Alright, have a drink,
but don't take it all, see?

Don't lean on me.

How can it be that people who were
able to put up a temple like this

are reduced to such poverty today?

'Thus casually and unafraid,

'Garibaldi and his thousand volunteers
moved on toward Palermo.

'A small detachment was sent out
in another direction,

'while most of the volunteers,
joined by Sicilian patriots,

'moved through the bush
and backcountry

'to within sight of the capital.'

Halt! Who goes there?

It's Garibaldi. It's Garibaldi.

- Long live Garibaldi!
- Long live Garibaldi!

Long live Garibaldi!

Hey, pipe down!

- Ah!
- General Garibaldi!

- The diversion has worked.
- Oh?

Look what's in the Palermo
newspaper today.

Let's see.

"The soldiers of General Mechel

"have put to flight Garibaldi's vagabonds
along the road to Corleone.

"The pirates have disappeared
into the mountains.

"The criminals, who at the arrival
of Garibaldi joined in with his bandits

to promote anarchy and murder,
shall not go free and unpunished.

"The government of His Majesty the King
guarantees to restore

"the law and order
to which good citizens aspire."

Palermo.

Today, General,
I know at last we shall see

the end of the rule of tyranny
and hypocrisy

under which oppression
is called liberty, abuse justice,

- scorn is called love...
- Let's hope so!

Ah, let's all hope so, La Masa.

And now, Bixio, to Palermo.

To Palermo...

or we die, General.

Garibaldi is coming.
The bandits!

- Garibaldi and the bandits!
- Garibaldi!

Sound the alarm!

- Sound the alarm!
- Sound the alarm!

- Sound the alarm!
- Garibaldi!

- Garibaldi!
- Garibaldi!

Wait! Material for the barricades.

Mattresses! Chairs!

The barriers! The barriers!

Throw the mattresses and the boxes.

Throw it all down for the barricades!

Throw more chairs and tables!

Set them up!

Get all the furniture!

Go to your house and get your furniture!

All the boxes!

Unload the cart!

- Throw something down for the barricades!
- Quick!

Throw them over here!

- At your orders, General.
- Nothing more for now, thank you.

- You want water, Garibaldi?
- No, thank you, my boy.

Have you been able to keep track
of enemy movements up at the castle?

Yes, General.

Ah, my friend!

What a good surprise to find you here!

You all know my friend,
Alexandre Dumas.

He's the author of
"The Three Musketeers".

Tell me, what sort of pass do you have?

This one here, signed by the Major.

Oh, Gusmaroli, make a new safe-conduct
for this illustrious poet.

Put the date of today and say,

"It is at my orders that my friend,
Alexandre Dumas, the famous novelist,

"be allowed to circulate freely
throughout the island of Sicily."

In addition, you can add
that I shall be personally grateful

to whoever shows him
a courteous welcome.

This way with that stretcher.
Quick!

He's dying!
Oh, God, he's dying!

Come on!

We surrender! We surrender!

- Where are you taking us?
- Stay on the barricade!

The Generals are coming to parlay.

The Generals are coming to surrender.
Surrender!

General, sir.

The Bourbon officers are here
to talk with you.

General, the Bourbon officers
have arrived.

Show them in.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- Please, be seated.
- Thank you.

Please, have a seat.

- After you, sir.
- Do sit down, please.

Gusmaroli.

- Yes, sir?
- That's all.

Well, then.

To what do I owe the honor
of your visit?

General Garibaldi, we want to put
an honorable end to so much suffering.

That's exactly
what we want to do, too.

I'm sorry I don't have any tobacco
to offer you,

except some bad cigars from Nice.

But when in war,
one can't have a choice.

No, thank you, I don't smoke.

- Thanks, I don't smoke either.
- Mm-hmm.

We were saying,

General, don't you think
it's time all this ended?

No one can deny, General Garibaldi,

that all this agony, the blood and barricades,
doesn't do any good to anyone.

And for that reason,

- we wish that it should cease.
- Agreed.

I'm armed with full powers
to negotiate a truce.

If we're able to conclude it,
we'll go immediately to Naples

where we'll clarify to His Majesty,
my sovereign, the conditions agreed upon

and request his commands.

General, if we could possibly -
how shall I say it-

take a shortcut to fair and honorable
conditions, so to speak,

I am certain...we are certain
that we can stipulate a truce

whereafter, with the help of God

and a little peace
and men's anger placated...

Fine.

It will never be my fault if this truce
isn't stipulated here immediately.

Please tell me what your desires are.

We've already got them written.

Read them, Colonel.

"That drinking water be restored
immediately to the castle."

- That's the first thing we ask.
- Fine. Agreed to.

"That medicines be sent to the castle
for the troops that are sick and wounded."

With all my heart.

"That exchange of prisoners
must take place immediately."

Surely.

Will you share this orange with me?

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Yes. But you will have to hand over the
hostages taken by General Laura in Palermo

and now under guard in the castle.

Er... I don't have powers
to treat for the hostages.

But I assure you on my honor
they're receiving all care,

and that His good Majesty is sure
to put them at liberty, General Garibaldi,

the moment I've seen him.

- You must also evacuate the city.
- But...

Listen to me. I'm telling you
what my conditions are now.

Evacuate the city,

withdraw your troops
from the castle,

and I will allow you to make camp
at Mount Pellegrino.

- Agreed then?
- Er...

Yes.

'Garibaldi and his thousand
now found

'that movement along
the northern coast of Sicily,

'over toward the mainland of Italy,
was very difficult.

'The Bourbon troops clung desperately
to their last strongholds,

'but the Garibaldinos
drove them out and pushed on

'to within sight of the Calabrian coast

'across the blue Strait of Messina.

'At the lighthouse,
the General was forced to wait.

'Cavour, and perhaps also
Victor Emmanuel now,

'was becoming alarmed by the fact
that republican forces throughout Italy

'were using Garibaldi's conquests
for their own purposes.

'Even though he was faithful
to united Italy,

'would he remain faithful to monarchy

'and refuse to support a republic?'

What is it?

- Look. Look, isn't that the General?
- Yes, it's Garibaldi.

Watch out there.

Hey, they must be important.

Well, here we are, sir.

This way, please.

Who's he?

Looks like an officer
in civilian clothes.

Good day, sir.

I have the honor to deliver to you
a letter from His Majesty.

Shh, quiet! Give me a glass of wine,
I've got a dry throat.

- Who is he?
- An adjutant of King Victor Emmanuel's.

You know what the King
is asking me to do?

He asks you not to cross over the Strait.

You must know that His Majesty was unable
to approve of your expedition and that he...

he wished to remain
completely outside of it.

I've always liked Victor Emmanuel.

You've gone from one victory to another.

We've been told that you've run
many risks personally.

His Majesty at Turino
has been expressing his doubts

about attempting to make a landing
on the coast of Calabria.

Francis II still has a first-rate army,

and the Neapolitan Navy is one of the best.

I in no way deny
that there are difficulties.

But when the people want their liberty,

no soldiers can keep them
from getting it.

His Majesty writes as your King.

Without any hesitation I can say
that if you dare disobey him,

because others tell you
it's your duty to Italy to do so...

I've always said that I liked
and esteemed Victor Emmanuel.

It's a shame that he has
such advisors around him.

Thank you.

You may tell him...

I'll send my reply for His Majesty
to where you're staying.

Gusmaroli! Gusmaroli!

That's me.

Hurry.

- What's going on?
- I wish we could find out.

Menotti, you go to your father.

Try to find out something.
Try to explain to him how we feel. Please.

Alright.

Come in.

- What is it, Menotti?
- Nothing.

Nothing, Father.

When are we going to Calabria?

- When?
- Yes, when?

You see, Father,

that's what all of us who are sitting around
without anything to do are asking.

- A few hundred feet...
- A few hundred feet of saltwater, I know.

But across it, they're well-fortified.

Their artillery is waiting.
20,000 men are expecting us.

We know that very well.

Furthermore,
to cross the Strait means

to take the flames of revolution
to the continent of Europe.

Did you now that Napoleon III

has proposed to the English
a joint naval action to block us in Sicily?

That's why we've got to be quick
and act before they try to...

I know.

I know, I know. But I don't think
that the English are going to do it.

You're right that
waiting puts us in danger.

But in the meantime...

I've got other kinds of worries.

I'm not going to lead a single soldier
of our army to a massacre.

Even if we're willing to try anything?

The people of Sicily want to be
united to Piedmont,

because they want to be sure
that the liberty they want will not...

I know that.

And if we let them be annexed,

the war will send the Piedmontese
land forces down here immediately.

And goodbye to our united Italy.

Father, if you're not willing,
who could make a try?

I know we must at least try.

But what you don't consider, Menotti,
is the weight of all this responsibility.

So what now?

Erm...

I think I'll send this reply after all
to the King and Cavour.

"Sire, Your Majesty is aware
of the affection and respect

"that I have always felt
for your person

"and that I wish to obey you.

"But then Your Majesty will also understand
in what a position of embarrassment

"in the eyes of the Neapolitan citizens
my inactivity is putting us today.

"It is now months that I have been
having to restrain them,

"that I've sent them promises of support.

"All Italy will now turn to me
to ask why I'm inactive,

"and this question will cause us harm.

"Thus when I have kept
my sacred promises,

"Your Majesty will receive from my hands

"the powers that circumstances
have laid there,

"and I shall obey my King willingly
for all the rest of my life."

I'll have a copy made of this letter

and sent to the man
who's just been here.

Father...

You say your father is certain that
our friends over there on the mainland

- will open the fortress to us?
- Yes, sir.

And suppose we would have failed?

We'd have been able to attract a lot of
Bourbon forces in the direction of the fort

or further on up north,
where we could wait.

In the meanwhile,
you to the south...

- You're willing to take the risk?
- Yes, General.

As soon as night falls,
I'll start to cross.

'During the night,
the boy Fabrizio

'crossed the Strait of Messina alone
in a sailing dinghy.

'A storm swept down on him.

'He capsized his boat
in order not to be driven off his course

'and was washed ashore in Calabria.

'He was later found by a peasant girl

'who was destined to become
an unsung heroine of Italian freedom.'

I found Baron Plutino's son
down on the beach this morning.

- He told me to tell you.
- Oh.

What shall I do?

Go inside and bring out
my cape with the hood,

the one I wear in church processions.

Tonight, there's the procession
for San Rocco.

- Understand?
- Yes, Father.

Don't let them see the cape.

- I won't.
- Be quick.

Shh!

This way.

Last man in, close the door.

In here.

Come on in.

Here we are.

Master of the day.

- Are we all present?
- All present.

- Are we all willing to begin the meeting?
- All are willing.

Then your brother and companion,
in words of humility,

- calls the meeting to order.
- Thank you, friend.

- Cover your heads.
- Thank you, friend.

Master of the day, in words of humility,
your brother and companion

requests you to make the circle.

There's some boxes to sit on, brothers,
make the circle.

The Society of Brothers of Montalbano
is waiting for you to speak, friend.

I give my thanks to you
and all the Society.

Thank you, brother.

Brothers, 250 men sent from Garibaldi

are going to cross the Straits of Messina
to capture the fortress.

Garibaldi is counting on us.

Brothers, we must not fail him.

We will not fail him.

- Who's going up the mountain with me?
- He is.

At the top of the mountain, we'll light a bonfire
as a signal for the men across the Strait

to put out to sea.

The beach, the town, and the whole coast
are patrolled. Everyone's alerted.

Policemen, informers, spies and soldiers
are almost everywhere.

We planned on that.

When Garibaldi's men are nearing the shore,
we want a man to go along the waterfront

to draw attention away from the boats
in the other direction.

The Garibaldinos can land.

Some attack the beach guard,
others go to the fort.

- I'll be the man on the beach.
- Good.

Garibaldi will thank you, brother.
Let's go.

Wait a minute. You'd better go out
through the orchard.

Climb over the wall at the far end,
and then he'll show you the safest way.

Let's go.

We'll make it, huh?

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

A girl who knows her place
is not supposed to have ears.

We're ready. Soldiers are blocking
all the streets. Let's go.

Alright. Can we begin now, Captain?

Begin.

Open up!

In the name of the law, open up!

What do you want?

Don't make a move.

- What are you doing to my father?
- Quiet, you!

- Luigi Spezzano, come with me.
- Why, what have I done?

Men with beards end up
in prison these days.

Maria, give me my shawl. There.

Take him away. Go on.

- Don't leave your sisters even for a minute.
- Where are you going?

A girl who knows her place
is not supposed to have ears.

Someone has got to be on the beach.

Holy Mother, be with me.

Rosa...

Shh! You mustn't cry.

Stop! Who's out there?

Look! Who goes there?

'A mere girl,
not quite a woman,

'assured the success of Garibaldi's landing
on the continent of Italy.

'Further to the south,
he and the rest of his men

'crossed the Strait on two steamships,

'attacked the Bourbon troops unaware,
and made them prisoners.'

Halt!

Halt, or we'll shoot!

Give me that!

Garibaldi!

Quiet! Quiet!

Stand back!

Silence! Stand back!

Silence!

They stole our mules,
they stole everything we got.

They stole our cows from us.

- They treated us like dogs.
- Be quiet and listen to me.

You soldiers,
Italy is ashamed of you.

Give back those things
you've stolen from these men.

We don't want to think of you
as conquered enemies.

We want to welcome you in our ranks
and call you brothers

and have you as comrades
in still greater and more glorious campaigns.

Garibaldi, we want to go back
to our houses.

We don't want to fight
any more battles for anyone.

I don't want to fight anymore.
I want to go back to being a farmer.

Quiet! Quiet!

Shame to you men of so little faith.

Much better if you were enemies
instead of cowards.

We would treat you as brothers,
whereas now we must treat you as losers.

Bandi, Sirtori, Gusmaroli, Menotti,
take care of these men.

Confiscate whatever they have.

Arms, ammunition, horses and mules.

Everything they have stolen
must be returned to their rightful owners.

If any of these Bourbon soldiers
want to fight for Italy, undivided and free,

welcome them like brothers.

We could keep the rest of them prisoners,
but instead they can go home.

We will not have with us men of little faith
who are ungrateful cowards.

They can go back to their houses!

'So Garibaldi
made his way toward Naples,

'where people
at the news of his approach

'either took panic and fled
or waited for him anxiously.

'The young King of Naples,
bowing to circumstances,

'made a sacrifice
in the name of humanity.'

Your Majesty.

You see, my friends,
I'm leaving Naples,

so as to save her
from the horrors of war.

I've news that Garibaldi is not far away.

The faith you've showed to me
will never be far from my mind.

And so that you will always
remember it, too,

I've named you Knights of Saint Gennaro.

Don Libò, watch out
you don't lose the collar.

Sire, I'll do everything to wear it
on my breast as long as I can.

Don Michè,
my congratulations to you.

You've served the country very, very well.

And I know that I've been of equal service
to Your Majesty.

And if Your Majesty could have listened
to my humble counsels,

you might not find yourself
in this position now.

Your ideal is Italy and Victor Emmanuel,

but he won't bring you
what you're looking for.

We mortals have
the short view of a lifetime.

What the future holds, only God knows.

Your Majesty may leave in peace,

certain that our fellow citizens
will be mindful always

that Your Majesty
in leaving the city voluntarily

has spared us all
the horrors of civil conflict.

- I hope so. Thank you.
- Her Majesty, the Queen!

Gentlemen, we'll see each other at the front,
on the Volturno.

We're coming back soon.

It's so sad to go away.

Don't let them see you crying.

'The very next day, Garibaldi
entered Naples without a shot being fired.

'He was greeted as a liberator,

'and he assumed leadership of the
government just as he had done in Sicily.'

In the name of all Italians
and of all human beings,

I give you citizens of Naples
my heartfelt thanks.

You well have a right to exult and cheer

on a day when the tyranny of centuries
has come to an end,

and liberty has at long last
been established.

I thank you for this welcome
not for myself,

but in the name of united Italy,

which each of you has helped to create

with the labor of your hearts
and your hands,

so that it's not only Italy but the whole
of Europe which thanks you.

- Have you heard the news?
- What?

Troops sent by Victor Emmanuel,
which means Cavour,

have crossed the frontiers
of the Roman states.

That's what we were just talking about.

It's clear they want to drive down
towards Neapolitan territory.

Clear as day.

Do you think that means that Cavour
intends to put us in our place?

He wants to stop us from eventually
marching on Rome and Venice.

And then what? Do you think
he's trying to push us into civil war?

Oh, Cavour hates us alright.
He wants what he wants.

And he's willing to beat down
any obstacle that gets in his way.

He doesn't want to play second
to anyone.

I can tell you that Garibaldi would die
a hundred deaths to avoid a civil war.

Cavour will answer for it
if one breaks out.

When I think that Francis II is pressing
harder and harder on the Volturno every day.

And now you'll see it'll be worse.

The line of the Bourbon troops is solid
from the coast all the way up to Capua.

Their forward lines are only
three miles north of Caserta,

and patrols of cavalry
have been raiding even nearer.

The Bourbons will try any sort offensive
to retake Naples

and not be caught outside their capital
by Victor Emmanuel.

It's obvious that the men faithful to Cavour
want to have Sicily and Naples,

vote themselves in with united Italy,

so the two can be part of the kingdom
of Victor Emmanuel well before...

Garibaldi can make Rome his capital.

We can expect anything to happen.

I'll tell you, frankly,
I'm even afraid for Garibaldi's life.

Anything's possible, anything's possible.

Getting him out of the way
would be convenient to the Bourbons,

to Cavour, to Austria,
to Napoleon III, to everyone.

We can't close our eyes a minute.

'Garibaldi himself was not
troubled by these doubts and fears.

'Summoned by Bourbon attacks
to the banks of the river Volturno,

'he went into battle with the same spirit
of humanity and good faith as always.'

There you are, General.

A lot of Bourbon troops are in Capua.

We ought to direct our fire that way.

Bombard a city
full of defenseless civilians?

Better to lose the battle.

Don't answer that fire.

They're firing from there.

Down the hill! Down the hill!

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

Get your men up after them!
Push them up the hill!

Bixio! Where's Bixio?

Under that wall, General.

Down there.

- What happened to you?
- Nothing, sir.

They shot my horse from under me.
It's nothing.

Take care of yourself.

Bring me my horse. My horse!

Down to the river, men!
Down to the river!

We'll cover the boats with cannons.

Fire!

Fire!

Load those guns!

Shoot, you fools!

'In the mist and smoke
of the battlefield,

'with his kingdom in ruins,

'Francis II stood among
his dead and defeated troops,

'while Victor Emmanuel,
whose purposes were still unclear,

'rode on toward Naples.'

Force pushed the King toward Naples
to control Garibaldi.

He's convinced we want to make
a republic in Italy, not a monarchy.

He's using our victories
and discarding us.

The truth is that
Cavour thinks of Cavour

and is willing to be second only
to Victor Emmanuel.

Cavour has always urged Victor Emmanuel
to get rid of Giuseppe Garibaldi.

That's why the King is coming to Naples.

They want to take over
the kingdom of Naples and Sicily,

which we have conquered
thanks to our leader.

- But we shall march on to Rome.
- Forward to Rome!

Gentlemen, please.

Menotti.

Hate and envy and jealousy
don't count.

What does is for our eyes to be always
turned toward the unification of Italy.

The battle of the Volturno
was a defensive battle,

not an offensive one.

It saved Naples
from a return of the Bourbons,

but did not destroy their army,

which has a force of 40,000 men
north of the Volturno.

I know that men who want
to make Italy a republic

are urging me to attack Rome,

which was my intention
when I first entered Naples.

But can we leave the Bourbons to the rear
and go safely forward?

My friends,

we will go to Rome.

There'll be a day for that.

It's impossible now.

Now is for Italy.

I've just written the following decree:

"Italy and Victor Emmanuel.

"To fulfil a wish dear to the entire nation,

"I hereby decree

"Sicily and Naples, that owe their liberation
to Italian courage,

"are now part of Italy,
indivisible and one,

"under its King Victor Emmanuel
and his descendants.

"I shall immediately place
in the keeping of the King

"the leadership conferred on me
by the nation.

"My lieutenants are charged
with the carrying out of this, my decree.

"Giuseppe Garibaldi."

Let's see what time it is.

One of you young men go ahead
and see what's happening down the road.

After so long a time, I'm looking forward
to seeing Victor Emmanuel again.

Strange. He shouldn't be far off.

Since he's coming from Venafro,
he must've spent the night at Presenzano.

The morning air's damp.

And me with this rheumatism...

Look. Look how damp it is.

- General.
- Yes?

Listen.

General, he's coming back.

Don't you hear the sound of bugles
in the distance?

General, the King is coming.

I heard bugles. Then I saw
a troop of Piedmontese cavalry.

My horse, quick!

I salute the first King of Italy.

Thank you.

How are you, Garibaldi?

Well, Your Majesty. And you?

Fine, fine.

Sire, when I landed on Sicilian soil,

I assumed the military leadership
and did it in Your name.

This morning I'm fulfilling a dream
dear to my heart.

I'm placing in Your hands the leadership
of millions of Italians

who until a few months ago
were subject to a stupid despotism.

Thank you.

Long live the King!

Long live the King of Italy!

This is Victor Emmanuel,
our King, the King of Italy.

Long live the King!

This is Victor Emmanuel, our King!

Francis II and the soldiers
who've remained faithful to him

are getting ready to give battle
once more near Gaeta.

I ask Your Majesty to grant the honor
of the first attack

to my men and to myself.

You've been at it a long time, Garibaldi.
Now it's my turn to attack.

Your army is tired and mine is fresh.

We're going to put you into the reserves.

Why, it's Garibaldi.

Hello.

Hello.

- Would you give me some water, please?
- Sure, Garib... Sure, General Garibaldi.

It's an honor. If you'll let me,
I'll give you something to eat, too.

Have a chair.

There you are.
Fresh cheese, just made yesterday.

Got some for you, gentlemen, too.

Put it on this stool, General.

He really said it.

Really.

"And now we're going to put you
in the reserves."

All for Garibaldi!

'There was now nothing left
for Giuseppe Garibaldi

'but to return to his house
on the island of Caprera.

'He could've taken Rome easily

'and made it the capital
of united Italy.

'But political powers stronger than he

'had willed that the time for that
had not yet come.

'But people would never forget him.

'They would remember the exile of Caprera
in their hearts.

'And he, the glorious old man,

'what would he be thinking of
in his solitude?'

We'll meet again.

In Rome.