All language subtitles for La.legge.della.tromba

Prologue

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am Maria Boto.

Profession, cook.

In my whole life
I've never seen a single film.

I don't intend to.

Despite this,

they've asked me
to work in the cinema.

I accepted.

And I went to the studio.

I saw the reflectors,
the camera with the parallax,

the actors, the technicians,

the electricians, the arc lamps.

Really very interesting.

But...

What a mess,
a complete shambles.

I'll tell you one thing.

Whilst we were working,
they stopped filming

The producers
didn't want to give any more money.

Because they said
I wasn't commercial.

I work hard,

but I'm happy.

to have had
even this experience.

And now,
dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

I say goodbye,

because I must prepare lunch.

THE LAW OF THE TRUMPET

with
MARIA BOTO

who played

the Guard

the General

Mr Liborio

Professor Del Razzo

Story, screenplay & direction by

Five poor devils, driven by need,
plan the most audacious of robberies.

Count, you seem worried.

I hope this robbery
won't jeopardise my habit

of assimilating banner headlines.

Damn this gambling addiction.

It takes so little.

Oh, here's Celestino.

Hi, guys.
- Good morning, boss.

Here we are.

Here are the stockings.

Dum Dum.

Count.

Angel Face and Bimbo.

What do we have to do, boss?

Bimbo, you play dead.

Angel Face with me.
You two...

up there.

The rifle.

Boss, the van's arriving.

He's dead.

Hands up! Everyone freeze!

Angel Face, keep them at bay.
The others all with me.

Come on, guys.

Watch out.

Hurry, hurry.
You, open it up.

To me.

Freeze... freeze.

Notes, promissory notes.

Freeze, freeze... notes, boss.

Notes, all promissory notes.

Only notes, we've been cheated.

Hands up, you scoundrels.

Vermin.
- Get in. Get in there.

Scoundrels. I'll shoot you.

Celestino and his friends
were locked up in prison.

What we want
is our freedom

No chains and no soldiers

We want work in order to get by

And end our life in peace

Our freedom... Our freedom...

Our freedom

Every day the prisoners were allowed
a little recreation.

Time for recreation. Come on!

In line!

Break... line.

What bracing air!

Ah, good.
I come from my county.

The ancient fief of the Asparedo.

Could you enlighten me.
Would you be a noble or a count?

I was born of a noble family.

My grandfather married
a Countess of the Asparedo.

The whole family having become extinct

I started the practice
of assimilating the title

of Count.

Then you would become
an assimilated Count.

Of course with this conviction
the practice is blocked.

I unfortunately, heraldically speaking,

find myself in a false position.
- Of course.

Oh lovely,
what flower is it?

It's a Ranunculus vulgaris.

End of recreation.

Come on.

Line up!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry1

Hurry, it's time for dinner!

Good day, gentlemen.

Put it down, please.

Here you are.
- Thanks.

On behalf of the management,
bon appetit. - Thank you.

Al dente.

Really, this bread...

I'll report it.

Give it here.

Boss, we want to know,

how, where and when?

At midnight.
- AT MIDNIGHT!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Very good... very good.

At your command, Governor.

A great occurrence for our country.

The Governor has communicated to me
the birth of the long awaited heir.

Long live the Governor's heir.

The city is celebrating,
but for us there's only solitude.

An order to free the prisoners.

Already done.
- Off you go.

Dawn and the escapees
are still running.

Military Manoeuvres.
No entrance to civilians.

The General Staff await the General
to begin the great manoeuvres.

Amongst the troops,
note their happiness,

appetite and combative spirit.

Seven! - Five! - Three!

The General is arriving.

Are you directing operations?
- Yes. - Where?

There between the plain and the hill.
- Let's go.

Come on. Up there. Come on.

The map!
- Give me the map!

Here.

Here we are.

So, here are the soldiers,
here the barbed wire.

Here the cannons.

Here, the tanks and the machine guns.

Give the signal.

Give the signal.

To your posts.

Forward march.

All go to your holes.

Hurry, hurry!

To the gun!

Fire!

Out of your holes!

What's happening?

Fire!

Boss, what shall we do?
- Calm down.

Forward!
Crawl!

2... 3... 4... 5... over.

Come on.

Fire!

What's that?
Are they in pyjamas, those soldiers?

The camouflage is too conspicuous.
- 3... 3... 3...

What are you doing?
- 3... 3... 3... I don't understand a thing.

2.. 3... 4... 5... over.

Hole!

3... 4... 5... over.

What should I do?
- In the hole.

Hole!

Out of the hole!

Come on.

Come, down.

But...

Who brought out the cavalry?
- It's nothing to do with me.

But don't you know that cavalry
doesn't go with tanks?

You see?
You don't know, he doesn't know.

Hey, who are you?
Name, surname, unit?

Come on, out of the holes!
Out of the holes!

What are you doing in the hole?

We didn't expect the cavalry!
All in the hole!

In the hole!

Out of the hole!

Hole!

Fire!

What are the artillery doing?

My cap! My cap!

My cap!
Get my cap back!

My cap!

Can we sow?

Celestino and his friends
meet up in their old hideout.

Count? - Yes?
- I've brought the laundry,

Excuse me a moment, please.

Ah... what a state these weapons are in.

Howdy, all.
- Ah, the boss.

How are you, boss.

Who is it? - A friend of Bimbo.
He met her at the general stores.

Send her away,

Sit down.

Here.

I must talk with you.

When I was in the army

I knew a certain Mr Liborio.

A very intelligent man,
of good breeding.

Cultured, with a degree.

He was head trumpeter of my unit.

How well he played the trumpet,

A man of great talent,

with an experience of life
and the whole world.

Respected, held in high esteem.

He always told me:

If you ever have need
of anything in life,

you can come to me.

In the apartment of Mr Liborio,
President of "Universal World Company".

They think of law as
the emanation of nature

or of reason... that is

and what is real is rational.

The Philosophy of Law

is the first of the sciences.

I was feeling really down.

And so in a moment of discouragement

I lost my head...

and I made a mistake.

It is for the strong to
correctly tread the path of life.

I was wrong,
but I paid the price.

A just punishment accepted
with resignation redeems the guilty.

Mr Liborio,

I want to work,
to turn my life around.

You are important, influential.
Help me.

I also have four friends
of whom I answer as for myself.

We will do anything.

Listen here...

My company has decided to
found a new, great industry

and as soon as possible we will begin
the construction of a large...

factory.
- What kind of factory?

A trumpet factory.

An enormous factory.
Magnificent.

We will need operators,

workers, technicians.

I could hire you and your friends

but... given your past,

no contract.

The working relationship
must be based on mutual trust.

I will give you half pay...

but the promise of steady work.

And in time, perhaps,
a share of the profits.

Thank you, Mr Liborio.
And when do we start?

Work starts tomorrow.

Slow! Too slow!

Let our motto be:
Speed, action, efficiency.

Of course.

Faster, faster.

Hurry! Hurry, you snails!

Celestino, eager to make a career
in his hours of freedom,
attends the rehearsals of

"The Friends of Music".
There he meets a respectable girl.

May I?
- Please do.

Do you mind if I follow the score myself?
- Please do.

I'm a pianist.
Composer?

A little.

May I, Marta.
- Celestino.

Here, they're already
on the second bar.

Yes, here.
- No, here.

Rossini is always Rossini.

Modern composers no longer
know about melody.

Enough, I'm exhausted!
Tomorrow at three.

May I see you this evening?

My mother won't let me
out alone, at night.

Are you going home?
- Of course.

May I accompany you?
- You have a car?

Not yet.
- Never mind.

I'll have to take the trolleybus.

(Every work bears fruit)

INAUGURATION OF THE TRUMPET WORKS!

The minister should
already be here, Mr Liborio.

But, be patient, he'll come!
- When?

No, no, no, he promised me...

I tell you... they promised me.

He's coming.

General!
- Mr. Liborio, congratulations...

on the new grandiose workshop.

Well, we did our best.
-... that honors.! - Honored!

One moment please.
A photograph!

That's it!

Your Excellency, please, this way.
- Yes, yes.

Please, Your Excellency.

Excellency, see the big machine...

Can't you see the big machine?
Tall with two rollers.

Excellency, this is the model.

Of course.
- It doesn't play.

Finally we have a national trumpet factory.
- This way, Excellency.

Our workers.
- ... national trumpets.

Machine for the application
of the instrument.

The authorities.
The authorities are arriving.

Assembly line.

Testing. Polishing.
- But this is a trumpet!

Naturally!
And rejecting the instruments.

Look at this beautiful model.

Tell me now, how does this work?
- It's easy, you blow here.

One presses the pistons
and the sound comes out here.

From Pan's fistula to this gadget
we've come a long way!

Who's this Pan?

Let's go.

This machine is used for
the construction of mouthpieces.

Worker, start it up.

Look at the... the... perfection!

Such high precision!
- Above all, the greatest simplicity.

Of course, of course.

Please, this way.

Notice the chain gears.
Perfect... magnificent.

Beautiful! - Good.

As perfect as...
as jewels in a watch.

Wonderful. The technology.
You have spoken well.

This way, here, Excellency.

Now pay attention, I advise you
to watch this device most carefully

because this is the generator

of current by a horse.

This wonderful machine is used
to give light to the whole establishment.

Technology is always technology.
Progress, science.

Excellency, refreshments!

The speech!

I'd like to say a few words.
- The podium!

A great Finnish philosopher,
the immortal Palplerus

said that the future of the world
is in flutes.

I do not know what
such a great man meant to say

and I affirm on my behalf and
I am equally ignorant of the reason,

that the future of the world
is in the trumpet.

This is the symbol,
this is the formula

in whose name
I declare solemnly inaugurated

this great historic trumpet works.

Hooray! Hooray!

Miss Marta! - Delighted.
- Please, this way.

Please, sir...

Acidic.

I always drink wine.

I like milk too.
- No, no, wine, wine!

Your health.

This is the most beautiful day of my life.

You said the most beautiful day was
when you saw me for the very first time.

That was the most beautiful.
- These canapes are good!

This comes right after

because we'll have a house of our own
with cutlery, dishes...

Television!
A car... cook and maid.

And many little Celestines.
- No. Don't be so stupid...

May I?

Allow me, my fiancee.
- Delighted.

Liborio.
- Marta Bianchi.

Bianchi... Bianchi...
I know you.

Isn't your father in America.
- Yes, in Argentina.

Ah yes, I remember well.

Oreste Bianchi. - Exactly.

A land owner!
- Yes.

Dad has bought land in
Argentina, in the Tartagal area.

Tar... Tar... Tar... is it good there?
- It's wonderful.

Fancy, he'd like me to go with him too.

Today distance no longer exists.
America is the country of the future.

Go there, miss, go there!
- Everyone says so.

Miss, you are really nice.

I'd like to spend more time with you
but you must excuse me,

I have to do the honours.
But I hope to see you again.

You understand, there's a minister.
- Pleased to meet you.

He's nice, your friend. Is he very rich?
- Extremely rich.

Is he married?
- No.

And... the factory, is it all his?

It's his.

All?
- All.

All.

So, Excellency, can I count on you?
- Rest assured! Wine!

Wine, wine, wine!
- To the trumpets!

All audio signals
must be given by trumpets.

In all musical groupings, trumpets
must be given absolute precedence.

Thus was the country
definitively entrumpeted.

Miss, take a note.
1,000 trumpets in Canada, 500 in India,

100 in Paraguay, 11 in Argentina.

Here, boss, in this trumpet the new changes
consist of a wider circuit of air - Yes.

And in a new type of piston.
- Ah, I understand. OK. Done.

Boss, you have to order some harder brass.
The pistons are ovalizing.

Yes, all right. Sorted.

Damn! It's six.
I have an appointment. I have to go.

Love is a wonderful thing.

Whilst Celestino lived his dream of love,
Liborio convened the board of directors

of the Universal World Company.

The production of trumpets
has been raised to 12,000

while the construction of
mouthpieces was raised to 37,000.

Considering the income, expenses, taxes,

the deduction due
to charitable organizations,

I close the balance with a 100% increase.

But look...
- Five...

One.
- We need to increase.

Millions, millions,

Notary, how is the trombone trade doing?

Saturated.

A little too much tax...

for the needy...

The books are good.

Satisfactory.
- Gentlemen directors,

we must not forget that now
everyone has a trumpet.

Oh yes.

There's the danger of a crisis!

Well then... we trumpet abroad!

I believe it is in the general interest

to transfer the trumpet works
to a foreign country.

Quite right. Quite right.

Mr. President, gentlemen directors,
I have recently learned

from a private source of mine,
some sensational news.

He learned... he learned, learned.

You know that brass is
an alloy of copper with zinc.

Ah, it's an alloy!
- Oh yes. - Alloy.

Well... through
a strange geological process

in one area of Tartagal
these two metals naturally melted

and now in Tartagal
there is a brass mine.

Think how our production
would increase if that mine were ours.

And we could transfer the trumpet works
there, what do you think? - Quite right.

Very good.

It is absolutely necessary
to buy this brass mine.

Buy it without a doubt.

No! Buy it, no!
Too expensive.

We must study how to make use of

the brass mine
without spending a single penny.

Nothing, nothing.

Yes, but how?
How can it be done?

Who is the lucky owner
of this mine?

Oreste Bianchi.

Bianchi, Bianchi.
But I know this Bianchi.

He is the father of Miss Marta.

Gentlemen directors,
I undertake to resolve the matter.

We shall have the mine.

Can I offer you anything?
- Thank you.

Five lemonades.

It's hot in here. Quite hot!

It's strange, very strange.
how it happened,

this geological process
right in Tartagal.

In an area like this... in which zinc
joined the copper forming brass.

Of course we must be well informed
of the production costs in Tartagal.

And how much a worker costs in Tartagal.
About Tartagal we know nothing.

So we must proceed
with extreme caution in Tartegal.

We really don't know...

Please!

Hello!

Liborio speaking.

How are you, Mr Prospero?

I'd like some information.

What are the habits
of Miss Marta?

Where does she go in the afternoon?

Ah, in the park! Daisies!

Sad and solitary the charming little bird

with the ruddy chest and the noble tail.

Liborio conquers Marta
with the keenness of his mind...

Dear little animal.

I... I'm crazy about cats.

Beautiful... cats.

Well, oh what a big tail!

With sport...

Two!

These were the aspirations in my life.

Industry and the career
of an officer.

With eloquence and culture...

Giacomo Zanella. Poems.

With team spirit...

With religious observance.

With music...

Marta, Marta, you disappeared
and my heart went with you

You steal away my peace
and of sorrow I will die

Title: I will die.

Yes,
I'll die!

And finally...
with gifts and alcohol!

Look dear, what I have bought you!

You like it?

Merriment!

Skol.

But it's strong!

Drink!

You scoundrel.

No... no... no!

Oh, too bad.

You'll marry me?
- Yes, yes.

Here, here.

And so it was time for Liborio to move
with the Trumpet works to Tartagal.

Unaware of these plans, Celestino and
his friends enjoyed a well-deserved rest.

Hello? I'm her mother.
Who wants her?

Celestino.

It's Celestino.
- Tell him I'm not here.

Marta has just gone out.

What a pity.
I had a surprise for her.

Never mind.
Another time.

Bye.

Morning, director. - Morning Giovanni.
- You know? - Know what?

Mr. Liborio has dismantled
the trumpet works and taken

all the trumpets to the port.
- The port?

Come, hurry, hurry.

Put them here.

Gently, gently.
Watch what you're doing, take care.

Be careful, please.

Captain, we've finished.

My fortune is in your hands.

Don't worry, Mr. Liborio!

Sad, darling?
- I've left my mother, my home town.

A natural instinct.
the love of one's home.

Raise the anchor!

Full steam ahead!

To console himself and to forget,
Celestino and his friends organise an orgy.

This music goes
straight to the heart.

Here, here, hurry!
Come on, come on!

Cheer, up!
- Take this, dear!

Here we are.

Come! - Take it...

This party reminds me of a reception in
the house of my friend, the Marquis Scala.

Give me a drink. I want to forget.

They dance until they are
completely exhausted.

Little Madonna, think a bit about us do

Here poverty grows round us anew

Celestino... I introduce to you
a naive group.

We have worked for Mr. Liborio

and now out of gratitude we all
consume polenta and lemonade.

And the delicious Marta

who never goes out alone in the evening
without the permission of her mother...

Now sails to the new world!
- With the rich chief trumpet!

Quiet, idiot!

Apologize to the lady!

You're drunk!

I demand a duel!
Apologize.

I demand a duel!

All right. Let's do it.

Let's have this duel!
Clear the room.

What weapons are there?
- There's only the cake knife.

Both of you!
Fight like real men from the heart.

But Celestino didn't die
and found peace in a new job.

Volunteer Test Pilots
Interplanetary Rockets

Good morning!

Morning, Professor, how are you?
- Good morning, Celestino. Fine.

Come.
- Ah, beautiful, this is the rocket.

This is the latest model.
It flies with a new system.

Very good. I'm ready.
Don't worry, Professor.

Bring the bowl for the gentleman.

Here.

Yes, that's right.
You put your head in like this, here.

Very good.

Ah yes, you seem to be pressurized.
Do you want to go in?

Guard, open the door. You!

Help him. Go on up.

Bye, Celestino.
Close the door, remove the ladder.

Bon voyage.

Fire! Guard, light it!

Everyone away. Leave!

What happened?

It's the system that doesn't work.

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