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Darling, come back to bed.

Please. Enough.

Enrico, what kind of art dealer specializes in Nazi art?

You Americans love work more than you love 'love. '

My love, are you ignoring me?

Enrico, you said you only needed ten minutes.

The world is still here.

You and I are still here.

Yes, I love you to death.

Why don't they shut her up?

What is she saying?

Berlin can afford to pipe that garbage all the way here

but can't give us potato soup.

Individual guns only, on my command.

We have enough ammo for an hour, maybe two.

- You got any more biscuits? - No.

- Or anything else? - Not for you.

I'll give you money for a vitamin biscuit.

Go over and beg the Blacks.

What about you? You a replacement?

65th Army Corps.

I thought they were freezing their asses off in Russia.

- So? - You got any biscuits?

No.

They must have given you something.

If I die, you can have all my rations,

but for now, shut the fuck up!

I got a hole in my stomach.

I can't hear a thing over that damn whore's prattling.

Stupid white man.

Arturo!

Arturo, where are you?

Beautiful.

Where did you find it?

Watch me throw it.

Little black face,

Beautiful Abyssinian,

Wait and hope, The hour is already near,

When we wiLL be,

Close to you,

And there to give you a different Law and a different King.

Arturo! Now, L am nine years old.

Okay, maybe I'm eight. I'm really only eight.

A Chocolate Giant.

Help me.

I'll give you a banana, Chocolate Giant.

Use your tail, Chocolate Giant.

No, please don't leave.

Oh, my God, it hurts.

Giant, you don't taste like chocolate.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Holy Mother of God.

This shit is heavy as hell.

To hell with this.

I'm up shit's creek.

Eat.

Water.

Arturo?

Can I ask you something?

Can you tell me who I am?

My God, I've had it.

Come on, it's enough.

Yeah, let's go.

I need something to eat.

The Germans are leaving!

Push it up or I'll kill it right now.

I'm pushing as hard as I can.

Pull, pull, pull.

My goodness I'm hungry.

Finally something to chew on, rather than the slime they feed us.

Goodbye meat. Now there'll be nothing left.

They won't get fat on it.

Let's hope they choke on it.

Shut up, the two of you!

Now, let's see if your husband will come back from Russia.

Mary, Joseph, Jesus,

tell us ifwe'll see him or never see him again.

Is he still alive?

My eyes aren't what they used to be.

Come on!

So, so, so?

We can't even joke? Come on.

That thing is just a stupid kid's game.

You're the usual scoundrel!

Just because he carries the Fascist Party card,

he thinks he can do what he wants.

Oh yes?

Then who was it who took butter from the Germans the other day?

The Pope?

Maybe, because it wasn't us.

And the light?

How did your electricity come back on?

Papa.

Come with me.

How did the light come back on?

The truth will never come out of his mouth.

You would think that after all these years,

you would treat your friends better.

What is wrong with you, Papa?

Would you tell me?

It's Natalina.

What did she do?

She put the evil eye on me, that Witch.

You still going on about the same story?

The Germans stole your rabbits, not her.

There's strange things going on.

My electricity returned...

from God knows where after two and a half years.

I was going to ask you about that.

Now I'm lit up like a carnival...

for every bandit and German to see.

It's Natalina's fault. She wants to see me dead and buried behind the Church.

What are you talking about?

She prays for you every day.

Know what I say?

You go back in there and apologize to your friends.

Tell everyone that Mussolini disgusts you,

and that you are not a Fascist anymore.

Il Duce made us a world power again.

His only mistake was to get in bed with that imbecile Hitler.

Papa, Il Duce betrayed Italy.

And now you'll see how this is going to end.

You are still so young, my child.

You don't know the ways of the world.

But you will learn.

And from whom?

From a Fascist like you?

You're just like your mother.

And she used to tell you that Blackshirts

are only good for hiding dirt.

Okay, let's go.

Germans!

It's your house.

Holy Mother of God.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Americans?

Half.

Me sister Ida, half.

We called her little Ida, because she was the baby.

Put us together, we make one American.

Okay, wait. Wait.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Thank you.

Who's in charge here?

Where are the Germans?

A boy? He has a boy.

Oh, my God.

Is he alive? Put him here.

Slow. Slowly.

Where did you find him?

On the Mountain.

Do you know him?

No, I don't know him.

But he can stay here until he gets better.

We're going to a hospital. You can come with us.

The hospital around the corner?

The Germans are everywhere.

Torrite, Rontano, Mezzana.

All the way to Barga and down to the Serchio.

I don't know how you got past Vergemoli.

The only way to Pietrasanta...

where the Americans might be...

is over that way,

over the Mountain of the Sleeping Man.

What is that?

It's a legend.

A shepherd fell in love with a girl who would not love him back.

So he lays across the Mountain...

to protect her from the wind and rain.

He still lies there today, to protect us all.

Legend has it that one day he will awaken.

We should take him...

and put him to bed.

Catching up on your reading?

Yes, Colonel, I'm informing myself about the enemy.

The Partisans often take their names from banned poetry and literature.

This helps us identify them.

Who is the poet?

Giovanni Pascoli.

Do you think it's appropriate to waste your time reading poetry?

In the past nine months we've seen a sharp rise in Partisan activity.

What are you planning to do about it?

Colonel, we are down to shovels and mule shit.

My men are exhausted.

We need ammo and food.

Food? You want food?

You can suck icicles in Russia...

like you did before your so-called neck wound brought you back here.

You think you're the first to command hungry troops?

I mean no disrespect, Colonel.

Good. Listen closely.

I have come too far to repeat myself.

First, there is a peasant, a terrorist.

Named The Great Butterfly. He's causing many problems.

He's hiding in these mountains. Find him.

When he is found, issue Directive Bandenbefehl...

to him and his criminal friends.

Bandenbefehl?

Is there an echo out here?

General Kesselring's standing field order for the Italian Republic.

At a commander's sole discretion,

for every one German soldier killed,

we execute ten Ltalian civilians.

You should have been capable to execute that order at least once in nine months.

Colonel, with all due respect, if I execute this order...

my men would kill innocent civilians.

It would be a violation of the Geneva Convention.

Partisans are not civilians; they are terrorists.

They are not protected under the Geneva Convention.

Bandenbefehl!

Bandenbefehl.

Secondly, the surprise counterattack is still planned.

I will tighten supply lines with food and ammunition.

And three:

A delicate intelligence matter of the utmost priority.

We are missing a Corporal...

from the 35th Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 5th Company.

Name; Hans Brandt, gone AWOL three weeks ago.

We have some every day. What's so special about him?

You and I are not here...

to question the Fuhrer's orders.

You are to send out a search party.

Find him.

Don't let him escape.

And when you have him...

get word to me immediately.

Let's go!

If I am no Longer that Lamp...

which flickers in front of a sweet Maria.

What does that mean?

God help this poor bastard Brandt.

Whatever he's done,

it's no worse than what anyone else has done in this war.

Mount a search party.

We have to find him first,

hold him and give him a few days...

before Pflueger pulls out his teeth, one by one.

Yes.

I'll be relieved when this war is over.

I want to return to my family.

I've watched you grow up.

But you haven't become much.

And he can't do much.

You're laughing at me?

Of course.

Where did you get that?

So many things you want to know.

Here. Take it and eat.

Give me some, too.

Are you afraid you're not going to get any?

Here. Grow.

Give me a chestnut, too.

My goodness, you stink like a sheep.

Hey, leave me alone.

Aren't you the dandy?

Ah, he's offended.

What the fuck are you doing, Peppi?

You have to be on the lookout.

If I had been a German, you would all be dead... 1, 2, 3.

I almost choked.

You wait here.

My friend.

The Americans are getting closer.

We have to warn them about the Germans' counterattack.

They know it already, for sure.

You? How are you?

Me? I'm okay.

You?

I always have Marco's face in front of my eyes.

Don't worry about that.

My brother is dead. Nobody cares about him any more.

I care.

In your opinion...

when we will be in front of God,

ifwe ever get there,

is he going to ask us for our political card?

Is he going to say, "Marco, no...

Ludovico, no.

You're not allowed in because you're Fascists. "

What's the difference between us and them in the eyes of God?

You're asking yourself too many questions.

If you think too much, it will drive you crazy.

And then who will kill the Germans?

Hey.

Anyway, what's done is done.

Someone tell that big beast to get out of my room.

The Boy has a fever.

He needs to eat and get some rest.

Try thinking of others every once in awhile.

Arturo.

The Chocolate Giant's Castle...

if you could only see it.

It's enormous.

No, even bigger.

Of course I saw it.

It's all made of chocolate.

You break a piece off,

and it grows back.

Yes, I did save a piece for you.

Good heavens.

Something's not right.

Someone put the evil eye on him.

Bewitched or not, he's got to go.

To where?

With the Americans.

I think he brings good luck. The Boy stays.

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