All language subtitles for Lion of the Desert (1980) 4K_Track03_PGS

[film clicking]

[dramatic music]

[explosions booming]

[narrator]
In this, our 20th century,

almost every nation
in the world has at some time

been in conflict.

The oppressors and the oppressed,

the victors and the vanquished.

The people of war,
a tragic indictment of our civilization.

A time when much of the world

was looking for ways
to increase their influence,

power, and riches.

Full of dreams for the restoration

of the glory that was Rome,

in 1911, Italy joins
the hunt for territory.

Libya on the other side
of the Mediterranean Sea

is the target.

Landings were made at Tripoli...

[explosions booming]

[narrator] ...Benghazi, Zuwara,
Sirte, Derna and Tobruk.

[tense music]

[narrator] The local population
fighting on many fronts

made fierce and resolute
resistance to the invaders,

thus bringing the war to a stalemate.

1922 saw a dramatic change in Italy.

[crowd cheering]

[narrator] The beginning of Mussolini's
era of dictatorship.

[explosions booming]

[narrator]
The conflict in Libya escalated,

as more and more fascist might

was thrown against the stiffening
resistance of the local population.

We will overrun the Earth!

And then we will take
the flag of fascism to the stars!

[crowd cheering]

[shouts in Italian]

[shouts in Italian]

[shouts in Italian]

[guns firing]

[Mussolini]
More and more. I don't understand.

If we defeated the Bedouin,

why are we still hanging them?

Why do I have to pour troops
into a victory I have already won?

Ha!

Oh, I wish my generals
would write two different dispatches.

One telling themselves
of their glorious victories,

and one telling me of their defeats.

It can't go on.

I will not let it go on!

Here!

This green, this fertile green.

There's your prize.

The rest is brown paper.

Just need someone
bold enough to roll it up.

Graziani.

Come with me.

[man shouts in Italian]

20 years.

20 fruitless years
we've wasted on this war.

Heh.

I sent five governors to Libya
in five years.

No!

Now the military logic of
fascism will not be compromised!

[tense music]

After all, what are we?
We are the bayonets of a new dawn.

What are we fighting in reality?

Desert tribesmen? Ghosts?

I want their leader brought here.

I want him brought to me,
I want the revolution crushed.

What's his name?

[Graziani] Omar Mukhtar.

What?

Omar Mukhtar.

Omar Mukhtar.

You know, General...

Those colonists that we sent over,

peasants from the south,

they cost us lira for lira

almost as if we put
them up at the Grand Hotel.

Now something must be wrong!

No.

I will not have a handful of Bedouins

stop the progress
of forty million Italians.

I give you Libya, General.

At least you have a name
that will frighten them.

May I say, my Duce,
that when I crush rebellion,

I do so with a clear
conscience for soldiers.

What did Mukhtar do before the rebellion?

He was a teacher, Duce.

A teacher?

Yes.

[Mussolini] I was a teacher.

Be careful you don't end up
as the five who went before you,

taught by him.

Well, I'm a man who likes action.

Go to Libya.

And General...

Bring me back Mukhtar!

Bribe him or break his neck!

[kids praying in Arabic]

"In the name of God,
the compassionate, the merciful.

It is the God of mercy
who has made known the Quran.

He created man and taught him speech.

He set the sun and
the moon in their courses.

He raised the sky up and
set the balance of all things."

Stop right there.

Why do you think
we begin every chapter of the Quran

with "God, the merciful", huh?

Yes?

Because one of the names of God is mercy.

That's right, yes.

And how, how does God show his mercy?

He taught--he taught people how to speak.

How to speak. That's right, yes.

- [lively music]
- [people ululating]

And then there was
something else in what we read. Uh...

Can any many body...

Can you tell me what that was?

It was, uh, was...

Now, here, let me give you a hint.

- It was what?
- It was the balance.

That's right, that's right.

The balance. And why...
why did God set that balance?

Hm? Boys!

Boys, why did God set the balance?

Huh?

Because without the balance,
everything would fall.

[music continues]

Um, let me see what you've written.

Yes.

[music continues]

[kids speaking Arabic]

Huh.

Everything did fall apart, huh?

[music continues]

Take it to your father.

[music continues]

- [people clapping in rhythm]
- [men singing in Arabic]

[9Unshofl

[women ululating]

[man speaking Arabic]

[indistinct chattering]

[lively music]

[women ululating]

[music continues]

[speaks Arabic]

Where's Siddiq Omar?

[music continues]

[speaks indistinctly]

[Omar] Yes, Bu-Matari,

what is the news?

A new governor.

Again, huh? [chuckles]

They always come in like lions.

Mm, and go home like worn-out goats.

Well, who is it this time?

Graziani.

The Butcher of Fezzan.

Graziani.

It was only a question of time
before they let him loose on us.

It will mean a new offensive.

My father used to say...

"Blows that don't
break your back strengthen it."

We will show Graziani some spine.

They tell me Graziani loves blood.

I don't like to believe those stories.

And yet I do.

When is he expected?

They decorate in Benghazi for him.

[lighthearted celebratory music]

[no audible dialogue]

[music stops]

Signore, signori,
His Excellency, General Graziani,

Governor of Cyrenaica.

His Royal Highness,
Prince Amedeo, Duke of Aosta.

[celebratory band music]

[people singing in Italian]

[grand music]

Hail Benito Mussolini!

[people chanting]

[people clapping]

Gentlemen, thank you.

But the ladies are present,
we should be at our ease.

Let the dancing continue.

- [lighthearted music]
- General.

Colonel Sarsani.

Signore Tomelli.

[indistinct chattering]

[men laughing]

Colonel Diodiece, sir.

[Graziani] Ah, yes.

Diodiece.

I read reports on you.

They say that you could make friends

with Bedouin with a handshake.

I'm not so sure
that I like that it implies

that the rest of us must strangle them
in order to make peace with them.

Sir, there are 5,000
displaced Bedouin outside my force.

I have no food for them.

I've difficulty in controlling them
and I need--

What you need, Colonel...

What you need...

is a little bit more of that.

[lighthearted music]

Who is that man?

[Amedeo] Sharif El Gariani.

He's quite useful to us.

Old friend of Omar Mukhtar.

Useful, you say?

Yes.

Bring him here.

I think you'll find
that you can rely on him.

[music continues]

General Graziani, may I present

His Excellency, Sharif El Gariani.

I understand that you know Omar Mukhtar.

I did.

What would it take
to get him to surrender?

I don't know.

Even as a boy, he was terribly stubborn.

But if I could be of help in any way,

I should be very willing to agree.

You'll find that
we can be terribly generous.

[music continues]

Lieutenant Genieri. Urgent message, sir.

Can't it wait?

You see you're disturbing my guests.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
They said the Tramanis lost Trasimeno

whilst sleeping on his dispatches.

What is this?

Another wasted maneuver?

HI“?

How many dead Italians?

20 dead, 50 wounded sir.

- And they let him go again?
- Yes.

But this time he was seen.

He was seen?

How do they know he was seen?
Nobody knows him.

How do they knew he was seen?

It was only for a moment, sir.

But they're sure. It was Mukhtar.

I suppose I should decorate them

just for the bravery of seeing Mukhtar.

...there, could be there, could be--

could be anywhere!

HI“?

Tomelli, I want you to
use a fast, hard hitting force,

and you forget what
Omar Mukhtar looks like.

We're all obsessed
by never having seen him.

Go for his blood.

Go for his circulation.

Go for the revolution
that's inside every Bedouin.

Mukhtar's men fight in turns.

Three months they run with him.

The next three months
they're peaceful at home.

Tomelli, no peace.

- [rooster crows]
- [children shouting]

[lively music]

[indistinct chattering, laughing]

[speaks Arabic]

- [water splashes]
- [laughter]

[people chattering]

[woman] Ismail!

Help your brother!

The women must hide!

[cars rumbling]

[whistles blowing]

[man] Round up the men.

' [People chattering]
' [dog barks]

Those three at the end there.

HI“?

And...

and, and...

the two at the back.

And, and, and...

Yes!

That young girl. Definitely.

[man laughs]

Some of you have conscripted.

Instead of going
three months with Mukhtar,

you go one year to useful labor,

where you'll be out of trouble.

HI“?

[women chattering]

[woman wailing]

Burn their half they give to Mukhtar.

Burn half of everything.

[man shouts in Italian]

[fire crackles]

[ominous music]

[women wailing]

[groaning]

[women wailing]

[guns fires]

[woman sobs]

It's a bullet wound, sir.

You were shot running
with Mukhtar, weren't you?

What have you to say?

HI“?

What have you to say?

- [man groans]
- Ah.

You do.

Well, you brought it on yourself.

Execute him.

[dramatic music]

Nob-not over there.

Here!

Let them see it.

In the name of God, give him time to pray!

[tense music]

You are warned, be careful.

[people screaming]

Salem!

[gun fires]

[people screaming]

[guns firing]

Killers! Murderers! Killers!

Murderers!

[wailing]

Get him!

Aisha! Aisha!

[people screaming]

Aisha! Aisha!

- [dramatic music]
- [woman] Aisha!

Aisha!

[screaming]

[Aisha whimpering]

[man speaking Italian]

[Aisha screams]

[man] Take her to the camp!

- [fire crackles]
- [soldiers speaking Italian]

[music continues]

[somber music]

Mother, I must do something.

Poor Aisha.

She forgot her veil.

Oh God!

I must do something!

[speaks indistinctly]

They burned his tree.

[music continues]

I saw what happened!

My brother, and Aisha.

And look, my father!

I'm going to Siddiq Omar.

You're too young.

It's not your turn yet.

I became old enough today, mother.

Please, God.

I need you.

[woman sobs]

[dramatic music]

[foreboding music]

[cars rumbling]

They must pass through here.

That is our ground.

Out there.

That is it.

But you can't hide a lizard out there.

[cars rumbling]

[cars rumbling in distance]

Siddiq Omar.

FadeeL

[horse whinnies]

[cars rumbling]

[horse whinnies]

It's all clear, sir.

[hooves thudding]

Check the other side.

[hooves thudding]

Biadi.

[Biadi] Sir, at last we've got
them where we want them.

Let's crack at some of them in the open.

Sir.

Let's

[cars rumbling]

[horse grunting]

It worked!

Mount.

[hooves thudding]

They're running!

Get your foot down!

[tense music]

- [gun fires]
- We are in a trap!

We must warn Tomelli!

[guns firing]

[guns firing]

Do you hear that?

Could be Lieutenant Sandrini, sir.

[guns firing]

What the hell is he doing?

Maybe warning shots, sir.

[gun firing]

No! Stop!

Stop!

[guns firing]

- [Tomelli speaks Italian]
- [guns firing]

Do you see anything?

[man] No, nothing sir.

[Tomelli] Nothing.

They're getting away.

We have them in our hands!

Full pursuit!

[cars rumbling]

[dramatic music]

[men yelling]

[guns firing]

[horse whinnies]

- [cars crashing]
- [explosion booms]

[guns firing]

[men yelling]

[horses whinnying]

Look at those machines.

Siddiq Omar.

[gun fires]

We do not kill prisoners!

They do it to us!

They are not our teachers.

He's a boy.

[somber music]

Here.

Tell your general it does not belong here.

[music continues]

[people cheering, ululating]

[celebratory music]

[indistinct chattering]

[dramatic music]

[woman sobs]

[somber music]

[water splashes]

My husband?

I222

I brought his Book home.

Never turned his back on me.

[music continues]

Come here.

What is your name?

Ali.

Oh, yes, Ali.

This is his.

This is your Book now.

You tell your mother to keep it for you.

[woman sobs]

Do not let him see you crying too much.

One day they will carry on the fight.

The children should remember us
strong and confident.

Never broken.

Go inside.

Hey.

Let us go and see the camp, huh, Ali?

[light music]

Ah, there he is.

This is my friend, Ali.

This is Bu-Matari.

He has a little boy just like you.

He is in Kufra,
that's far away, in the desert.

He misses him.

Now, we have some work to do.

To...

[speaks indistinctly]

Be careful.

Oh!
Is this supposed to be me?

Huh? How do I look?

[Bu-Matari laughs]

Come on, you have to give them back to me.

Otherwise, I cannot read.

You go.

You go and see that the people work, huh?
Go on!

- [lively music]
- [indistinct chattering]

Wiped out.

One leftenant and one scout car.

That is all that's left
of a fighting force.

I did not come to Libya
to be stung by bandits.

Signore Tomelli was
one of our finest officers.

This young boy has...has saved our honor,

he brought back the flag.

But sir, they gave us the flag.

Yes, yes, yes, you will be decorated

with the Medal of Honor.

I never in my career lost a flag.

Gentlemen, I will repeat
one simple fact to you.

We're not merely fighting
Mukhtar and 200 of his men here,

or 50 of his men there.

We are fighting a population.

We have Rome to answer to.

I am therefore taking
the first of three final steps,

strides to eliminate
rebellion in this colony.

It's really quite simple,

and should have been thought of before.

I propose to concentrate the Bedouin.

Concentrate them?

Yes, put them behind wire, in camps,

and keep them there
until we find it prudent

or safe to release them.

No, I don't want any pity for them.

They brought it upon themselves.

We will fill their wells,

we will burn their fields,

we will destroy their trees,

we will turn their land brown!

Now, if they cannot live in it,
they will leave it.

And if we meet a resistance?

You answer it promptly with
the old Roman punishment for rebellion.

Decimation.

[dramatic music]

[man shouts]

[soldiers shouting in Italian]

Turn around!

As mutineers and rebels,
you will be decimated.

One, two...

three...

five, six, seven...

nine, 10.

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[dramatic music]

[fire crackles]

[music continues]

[somber music]

They've taken everybody.

Who can fight such a war?

Not against armies,
but against innocent people.

Old people will be dying
in those camps and come out.

People will be dying
without fault, without choice.

Or is it our fault and our choice?

Look what they did.

[somber music]

"You raise the sky up,

and set the balance of all things."

[men shouting]

[hooves thudding]

- [ho of beats approaching]
- [people chattering]

[hooves thudding]

[guns firing]

[people groaning]

[people cheering]

[dramatic music]

It's Siddiq Omar!

[dramatic music]

Oh, it's good to see you!

[man shouts in Arabic]

[ominous music]

[people shouting]

No!

They will be massacred.

[people screaming]

You have a chance to get away.
Take it!

Go with Ismail!

Don't think of me!

Go! Go.

[people screaming]

[horse whinnies]

- [guns firing]
' [Pimple screaming]

Ali!

Ali!

[hooves thudding]

Hurry! Come on!

- [horse whinnies]
- [dramatic music]

Up behind me, Ismail.
Up behind me!

Ismail!

[Ismail grunts]

Go back!
Go back for that boy!

The horse won't take two.

Ismail knows that.

[cars rumbling]

Hurry up, Siddiq Omar!

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

So, you're the brave young man.

The brave young man
who saved Mukhtar from me.

Why did you do it?

You're young.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

Tell me, don't you want to live?

Come on.

I want him to live more.

You'd make a fine soldier.

Would you think of joining us?

You are more ruthless than I am, Prince.

You'd corrupt him.

Get him out of here.

Give him what he asks for.
Fruit, honey, whatever.

And don't harm him.

Hang him, in the morning.

Does it ever worry you, General...

that in our most casual acts,
we make history here?

Even if it's just a small paragraph
in a newspaper in Rome?

You touched my strength, Prince.

You see, I don't care.

A day in the mind of Rome
is more important to me than...

than a generation in the memory of Libya.

And what happens, I wonder,

if we are forgotten in Rome and...

only remembered in Libya?

Oh, don't you worry
your royal head about that.

You see, we'll write the history.

Libya is our crown of thorns.

Nonsense.

[chuckles]

Libya is a career.

Just look at it.

Look at it.

It's always the same.

We can never pursue them in the desert.

I must conquer the desert
to march on Kufra.

From here to here.

Simple, isn't it?

No, it's not.

But it's only empty desert.

There's nothing there, just wind and sand.

Not even much opposition.

What can you get from it?

Glory for Rome.

An extension of the empire,

confining a revolution to that mountain.

My name, and a new
page of military history.

So you see, it's quite full
that desert of yours, isn't it, Prince?

[knocking on door]

I have a surprise for you.

Come in!

Diodiece, now it's your time.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

The man who can
make peace with a hand-shake.

Do it now.

Hands across the desert.

I wish you to instigate
peace talks with His Excellency.

Hm.

Omar Mukhtar.

That will not be so easy now.

No, but you will do it, won't you?

And what are the {we-conditions

for talks with Omar Mukhtar?

[Graziani] Um. [chuckles]

No pre-conditions.

The whole of Libya is open to discussion.

Look at it.

[chuckles] Look at it.

We go to the conference table
with an open mind, do we not?

He fought us for 20 years.

We are an enemy he knows.

He has heard all our promises.

20 years is too long.

I mean, can you imagine
escaping hanging for 20 years

knowing you can't win just...

hoping to keep on?

It's the war.
Let's hope the man would be mad

to get on high horse about past promises.

When may I, in Your Excellency's
name, sit down with him?

You're too eager.

When you talk to Omar Mukhtar,

it must be with the speed of dictation.

- But--
- First, whether he wants talk or not.

You test him, you try him.

Yes, I will try him.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for coming at such short notice.

It was very kind of you.

Thank you.

Well, that's settled, isn't it?

Diodiece is not the right man.

He'll offer, but Mukhtar can't take.

And Mukhtar will ask what he can't give.

Which makes me think...

you want things go wrong.

No.

No, that's unfair,
of course, I want peace, of course.

I want to win that peace.

But sometimes, Prince, when you're strong,

peace takes on
the nature of conquest, does it not?

He won't give me peace.

But he'll give me his time.

And what I need is time.

So, that's what he looks like.

After all these years,
we are the first to see him.

The Old Lion!

As-salamu alaykum.

Colonel Diodiece?

Yes, sir.

Please.

This side.

Colonel Barillo,
military governor of Merch.

This is Commissioner Lobito,

who has come directly from Rome

to advise and assist us.

Look, you invited us here to talk.

We are here.

Your Excellency, it is my one wish

to see the Italian and the Arab

together in a similar interest.

I foresee a future of common cause,

a give and take of character and skill.

Our civilization and
your culture in marriage of virtues.

I want observers from
the governments of Tunisia and Egypt

to witness any agreements between us.

As for as I'm concerned--

Out of the question!

He is seeking international recognition,

as if the Bedouin
were an independent nation,

which they are not.

They are subjects within our province.

Our arguments are not
between nations, but between Italians.

We cannot permit outside interference

in our internal affairs.

Why misrepresent us?

We are not Italians,
so do not tell us that we are.

We were born where
we were born, only by the will of God,

and only by our own mothers,
we are not you.

But we will come to
foreign observers later, huh?

As yet, there is nothing written,
nothing to witness.

But we have written.

We must have our Muslim schools.

Oh, yes. No question.

Freedom of education, no question.

The schools will be re-opened.

We must have some form
of national protection.

We must have a national parliament.

Your parliament is a matter for Rome.

This tent is not the place.

Why not? You pitched it,
"No conditions," you said.

No limits, no exclusions,
everything open on this table,

in this tent.

Let us say that at present,

we will note your demand for a parliament.

Mark it well.

The confiscated lands must be given back.

Well...

Now, I wouldn't say "confiscated lands".

I would say lands reserved
for settlement and cultivation.

Lands to be developed.

To be developed by Italians?

I tell you, there is no escape.

20 years, 40 years,
the land will be back to its people.

Why do you think we fight you?

But, the new settlements
will provide employment.

As long as you take our lands,

for as long we're able...

- we must fight you.
- Must?

Yes, we must.

But, I have it on religious authority

that your Quran does not permit you

to fight a war you cannot win.

Now you are going to
interpret our religion for us.

The Book leaves no doubt.

It is our duty to God to defend ourselves

against those who have
driven us out of our homes!

I think this might be
a good time to adjourn.

We're in no hurry.

Why are you delaying?

Your Excellency, we are obliged to refer

your demands to Rome.

At our next meeting,
we will give you their answer

and make our proposals.

[Diodiece] At least...

At least we know that we all want

the bloodshed between us to end.

- [celebratory music]
- [men singing in Italian]

[men clapping]

[tanks rumbling]

An Italian innovation.

[music continues]

The first to use aircraft in combat,

the first to put tanks in the desert.

History will mark that, gentlemen.

What we needed was time.

Now we have achieved that time,

we'll talk peace with eloquence.

One. Omar Mukhtar's men
will come under the command

of Italian Officers.

Go on.

Two.

The Italian Government
will pay monthly salaries

to these men.

[Omar] Go on.

Go on!

The government reserves the right

to punish any persons
who committed a crime

before this agreement.

Omar Mukhtar will have no right
to protect such persons.

- Four--
- These terms mean dishonor.

Absolute surrender.

Not even subjects for discussion.

The Italian government undertakes to pay

Omar Mukhtar a pension
of 50,000 lira a month.

And to provide him
with a comfortable house.

Do I deserve so much?

Have I been so successful
for someone to offer me

50,000 lira a month?

You know, by offering me bribes,
you are insulting me.

Your Excellency, I made that proposal.

Believe me.

It was not an attempt to bribe you.

Only to make your retirement comfortable.

How can I be comfortable

when my people are in concentration camps?

And where is this General

who bombs and burns and hangs?

Why has be never come here?

When terms are agreed between us,

General Graziani will be happy to see you.

I do not want to see him.

I want to see the last of him.

And why is he landing troops?

Where is he going, to the last oasis?

6,000 drums of water!

He is going to...Kufra.

You never wanted peace.

All you wanted was time.

You will be with Graziani.

[Lobito]
If you will not come to terms,

I promise you immediate and terrible war!

Oh, I know the power of your government.

The power you threaten us with.

We've stood against you for 20 years.

And with the help of God,

we will stay with you till your end.

I knew this conclusion.

[horses whinnying]

Poor fools!

They think they can
ride against a modern army.

[tanks rumbling]

[horse whinnies]

As-salamu alaykum.

[men speaking Arabic]

It is Kufra, no question.

Thousands of soldiers
and machines, all going to Kufra.

Graziani is doing
what no one has ever done.

He's putting tanks in the desert.

The time is on our side.

Graziani is marching south to Kufra.

We attack the north, we draw him back.

But we must fight him for Kufra.

[Omar]
Sometimes it is braver not to die.

What is lost count as lost.

We know your family is there.

But to defend Kufra is to die there.

[somber music]

I must go.

[Omar] Yes.

Yes, you must.

[dramatic music]

[airplanes whirring]

[gun fires]

[indistinct chattering]

[gun firing]

[explosions booming]

[bombs whistling]

[people screaming]

[woman screams]

[indistinct chattering, wailing]

[explosions booming in distance]

Are you ready to pepper them?

Yes, sir.

Good. Then give them hell.

Lieutenant Sandrini, open fire!

- [people shouting]
- [kids crying]

- Fire!
- [cannons firing]

[soldiers cheering]

- [explosion booming]
- [people screaming]

Go now.

[cannons firing]

[soldiers cheering]

[kids crying]

- [cannons firing]
- [soldiers cheering]

[explosions booming]

[indistinct shouting]

[people wailing]

[child crying]

Commanders.

Go on, go on.

[tense music]

- [dramatic music]
- [soldiers shouting]

[engines rumbling in distance]

Allahu akbar.

Allahu akbar.

- Allahu akbar.
- Allahu akbar.

- [men shouting]
- [dramatic music]

[guns firing]

[man groans]

Fire everything on them!

Bomber to the front.

[rumbling]

[man speaks Italian]

[hooves thudding]

[cannons firing]

- [explosions booming]
- [horses whinnying]

[gun fires]

Murderers!

[guns firing]

What are you doing?

Counselor Sarsani's orders.

[gun fires]

[horses whinnying]

[man] No retreat.

We fight and die here.

[engines rumbling]

[guns firing]

[screaming]

[men screaming]

[man screaming]

[people crying]

[people screaming]

[soldiers speaking Italian]

[shouts in Italian]

- Fire!
- [guns firing]

[tense music]

[grand music]

Gentlemen, this is Kufra.

[man] Attenti!

[horn plays]

[man speaking Italian]

[drumroll playing]

[celebratory music]

The seizure of Kufra has hurt us deeply.

It has closed the south.

The only road for military supplies

is across the Egyptian border.

We are in desperate need
of supplies, food--

Three Italian cars
coming up the Merch Road!

- [Omar] How many?
- Three.

They are flying white flags.

Let them in.

We will finish later.

Sharif El Gariani.

To come through,
we had to use the Italian cars.

[Omar]
And you found them comfortable?

We want to talk to you alone.

What we have to say
cannot be said in public.

Then it is not to be said to me.

Omar, why do you not surrender?

Obtain the best terms
you can from the Italians.

Mohammad agreed
he can arrange a safe conduct

for you out of the country.

Safe conduct? Where to?

[Sharif El Gariani] Egypt.

Ah, to Egypt-

To hide with his brother.

You are the only
Sanusi left in this country.

And look at you.

Just"

Just look at him.

But my people have fought.

To defend your own privileges!

Where are you now?

Omar Mukhtar.

The Italians assured us.

You'd better get back to them.

My friend, they are
the government of this country.

No, they take this land by day,

but by God, we take it back by night.

Omar Mukhtar, you are alone.

Cut off from the rest of this country,

isolated from the rest of the world.

In the League of Nations,
they will not speak.

And if they should, they will not listen.

No one will care.

This battle is not being fought

in the League of Nations.

This battle is being fought
here on this land.

Omar, you cannot win this war.

Your blood against their metal?

Every man has two days.

His own day, and his children's day.

Your children are starving,

dying in the concentration camps.

Dying because you persist in fighting.

Yes, yes, they are hostages of war.

But not one of them betrays me.

Not one has asked me to surrender.

Because they know and I know

that if I surrender, I betray them.

Omar, we grew up together.

Don't you remember 70 years ago,
we were boys together.

Yes, yes I remember.

Look how far apart we have grown.

This may be the last chance you have

for seeking an honorable peace.

They steal our land,
they destroy our homes,

they kill innocent people,

and you call it peace?

I will not be corrupted
by that man's peace.

Perhaps we should go.

[Omar] Yes, I think you should.

Yes, you should.

[somber music]

[no audible dialogue]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[engine rumbling]

[bright music playing in distance]

Mabrouka?

Here.

You're alive.

Yes, with Siddiq Omar.

[Mabrouka] I prayed for you.

When you see Ismail, show him the bag.

He gave it to me.

[somber music]

[sobs]

My boy.

My baby.

[sobbing]

Was he a brave boy?

Will you be back?

Yes.

But not for some time.

[engine rumbling]

Go.

Go now.

[dramatic music]

[Mabrouka sobbing]

[engine rumbling]

[siren blares]

Attenzione!

[babies crying]

[woman yells]

[women screaming]

[woman crying an screaming in Arabic]

[soldier speaking Italian]

[woman speaking Arabic]

[screaming]

[children crying]

UP YOU get! Come on, out!

The child is sick, sir.

I don't want him. I don't care.

Go!

[man] You are accused of giving aid,

comfort, and sustenance
to the rebels in the mountains.

Do you admit these capital crimes?

So, you are admitting your guilt?

You will all hang by your necks

until you are dead.

[dramatic music]

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

[somber music]

As the holder of
a Silver Medal of Honor, Lieutenant,

you will have the privilege
of giving the order for the execution.

No!

What did you say?

You will do your duty, Lieutenant.

I did not join the army
to hang women, sir.

Very well.

Corporal Mandipolo!

Lieutenant Sandrini,
you will consider yourself

under arrest.

[people praying]

Thank you God for
the lives you have given us.

[people praying]

- [shouts]
- [people Praying]

[sobbing]

[Graziani] What am I to do?

You refused your duty.

insubordination is a very serious offense.

When your officers
start to cry conscience,

you don't know where it'll end, do you?

I'm prepared to answer
to the court marshal, sir.

Indeed.

And I'm not prepared to lose
one of my colony's new heroes.

A hero I created.

I will not give you the pleasure

nor the publicity of
a court marshal, Sandrini.

As an officer, you were taught to obey

and not to question orders.

- Yes, sir, but--
- Do not dispute with me!

The state has needs that outweigh

the conscious of the individual.

Demands that go beyond
individual intelligence,

don't you agree?

Yes, sir.

You will report to Sarsani
for duty in the mountains.

I will give you the honor
of dying on active status.

[intense music]

[people cheering]

[people ululating]

[hooves thudding]

[hooves thudding]

[opera playing in distance]

[guns firing]

[soldiers speaking Italian]

[soldiers speaking Italian]

- [men shouting]
- [guns firing]

Get this stuff loaded!

[guns firing]

Salem, take care of the tanks.

I'll blow up the benzine.

[explosions booming]

[Graziani]
Gentlemen, this time he won't get away.

First, we take the bridge,

get our armor behind him,

artillery in front of him,

then we pound him into submission.

About the bridge, sir.

I'm surprised that Mukhtar
hasn't tried to cut it.

That's because he's a natural fighter,

not an educated one.

He didn't go to military academy
like you gentlemen.

[men chuckling]

Now is the time.

We dangle the bait.

[birds cawing]

[speaking Italian]

[engines rumbling]

Check the bridge.

Sergeant, check the bridge.

All clear!

Right, check the next bridge,
I'll hold this one here.

[engines rumbling]

He is careful.

He is showing us nothing.

[engines rumbling]

That is bait.

We should have blown up the bridge.

No.

The scout cars, we must stop them.

Give the signal.

[horn blows]

[soldier speaking Italian]

[horn blowing, echoing]

[soldier] Attenti!

[horn blowing]

[explosions booming]

[soldiers speaking Italian]

- [guns firing]
- [men speaking Italian]

[guns firing]

[explosions booming]

[guns firing]

[tires screeching]

You see?

[guns firing]

Look.

The mice...

they could never resist
the cheese, could they?

Never.

[guns firing]

[man yells]

[explosion booms]

Prepare the artillery to open fire.

Blast them!

[canons firing]

[Graziani laughs]

Now, send in the army.

[grand music]

- [fire crackling]
- [engines rumbling]

[vehicles thudding]

Well, he's made his move.

Let's go.

[military march music]

[engines rumbling]

Look, over there.

[dramatic music]

[engines rumbling]

[hooves thudding]

Ambush!

- Now.
- [thuds]

[explosions booming]

- [men shouting]
- [intense music]

[hooves thudding]

[explosions booming]

[music continues]

[horse whinnies]

[guns firing]

- [horses whinnying]
- [men shouting]

[explosions booming]

[men shouting]

[tense music]

He's good.

He is good.

This old man is good.

[grand music]

[man speaking Italian]

[man speaking Italian]

[Mussolini chuckles]

My dear General.

My dear, dear General.

I hope you don't mind
that I share some of your credit,

but after all, I chose you.

I hope, Duce, that I can--

You can have anything you want.

You're the most
fortunate man in this room.

I have physically moved the war

from the desert into the mountains.

The last remnant of
the enemy has now run into holes,

we find ourselves into a position whereby

we are--are forced to pull them out

by their necks one by one.

Duce, I don't know...

I know.

You are having difficulties.

You're having problems
with them being in the mountains.

I don't seem to have an enemy to fight,

yet there are attacks and assassins.

I mean, they had no form. If they had
form, I could meet them with form,

but they have no continuity of movement,

no fixed points of position.

I haven't, however,
come to my Duce empty minded.

I have a radical solution.

A new Hadrian's Wall.

Eh.

Except...

That Hadrian used his walls
to shut the barbarian out.

I shall use mine to shut him in.

I propose, my Duce, to fence in Libya.

To run a wall of
impassable wire across the desert.

From the Mediterranean

to the shores of this sea of moving sand.

It will cut the enemy off
from his supplies out of Egypt,

and cut him off
from his retreat into Egypt.

Duce, my Duce!

Hundreds of miles of barbed wire?

But is it possible to know the cost?

Why do you question Hadrian's Wall?

Remember, it was Hadrian's Wall

that kept the Romans
in Britain 100 years longer.

[intense music]

[hammers clanging]

[winds howling]

[man coughs]

[man] How many bullets have you?

[man 2] Twelve.

At this rate, we will be soon down

to fighting them with stones.

How long can we last?

Till doomsday.

Nothing has got through for a month.

We are fighting barbed wire.

The wire will win
when it tears our spirit.

Only then.

Yes, yes, the wire is hurting us.

Yes, it is.

It is around our neck.

But it is God, not Graziani,

who decides what becomes of us.

What is the will of wire

compared to the will of God?

They have eight million bayonets,

we have one that matters.

[foreboding music]

[man] Graziani!

Attenti!

[speaking Italian]

We are coming up to [indistinct].

They were trying to get through

with wire cutters and
5,000 rounds of ammunition.

Well.

That is that.

Now, all he has is the trickle

from the concentration camps.

And we'll dry that up, gentlemen.

We will dry it up.

[foreboding music]

[hawks screeches]

[guns firing]

Pull back! Get back!

- Find shelter!
- [men shouting]

[horses whinnying]

Go, go!
We will hold them off!

[guns firing]

[guns firing]

[men yelling in Italian]

[man] It's suicide, sir.

They tied their legs so they cannot run.

[man grunts]

[gun fires]

[guns firing]

[hooves thudding]

- [guns firing]
- [horse whinnies]

[guns firing]

[shouts indistinctly]

Disperse!

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

No!

No!

Don't beg, boy.

Don't beg!

[whistle blows]

[man speaks Italian]

You are taken in arms.

You, shoot him!

Lamoyne there, follow them up.

Go on.

You took him, shoot him.

[crying]

You idiot.

I said shoot him!

[men yelling in Italian]

[tense music]

[dramatic music]

Where is he?

[man singing in Arabic]

[man] Well?

Yes.

I confirm the identification.

He's Omar Mukhtar.

I'm distressed to see him like this.

How can you say that?

He's lead the rebellion
against us for 20 years.

As a gallant enemy,

Omar Mukhtar should
be treated by us with dignity

and with respect.

With respect?

He should have been
whipped all the way here.

You forget yourself, sir.

[singing continues]

Sir?

ls there anything I can do for you?

Well, if you will allow me a little water,

I could make myself ready for prayers.

Of course.

And the chains while I pray?

Out of the question!

He only wants to pray.

I am too old to climb walls
or to fight bare-handed.

Remove his chains for an hour.

On your own personal responsibility, sir?

Yes.

Bring the water.

Thank you.

No.

No need.

[singing continues]

[water splashes]

[singing continues]

Omar Mukhtar.

[praying in Arabic]

[engine rumbling]

[people chattering]

[wistful music]

[chains rattling]

I have come a long way to meet you.

Now, you must wait.

I want to ask you one question.

Why did you keep going for so long?

I am sure you didn't hope to drive us out

of Libya with so little, did you?

We fought you.

That was enough.

But you care nothing about
the ruination of your country?

You are the ruination of my country.

What would you do if
someone occupied your land?

Did you ever think how your attacks

might have seemed to us?

Ambush, murder by night, deception by day.

Threats against the farmers.

Farming our land.

Libya is not your country,
you have no right in it.

Not to the pasture of one cow,
not one minute of right.

Italy has as much
right here as anybody else.

England has a right to Egypt,

France to Tunisia, Algeria.

Spain to Morocco.

But none of them have our pedigree.

We have hundreds of years of right here.

So, you will take everything from me,

and you want me to justify your thefts?

No nation has the right to occupy another.

We are back here, that's all.

- Hm.
- No one can deny us.

Read the date on this coin.

It's a coin of the Caesars,
dated, minted in Libya.

You will also find
Greek, Turkish, Venetian coins.

All over Libya you find them,
buried in our sand.

Yes, I had forgotten.

You are short sighted, aren't you?

Your spectacles, I believe.

The day they brought them to me,

I knew you wouldn't be too far behind.

My spectacles.

We're both your prisoners.

I will not be trivial.

Take them back.

Here.

Yes, it does have an interesting past,

but don't try to buy
too much with it today.

Your money, like your glory,
is not permanent.

But I respect your past,
as you must respect ours.

We too have a history in science,

mathematics, and medicine.

Through your dark ages,
we lead the world in learning.

How many days will it take you
to arrange the surrender of your men?

We will never surrender.

We win or we die.

And don't think it stops there.

You will have the next generation
to fight,

and after the next, the next.

As for me, I will live longer
than my hangman.

What makes you think I'm gonna hang you?

HI“?

I mean, it might suit my papers
better to pension you.

If I hang you, I run the risk
of leaving an open grave.

But on the other hand,
you are a prime example.

You can only do to me
what God decides for me.

Those chains are uncomfortable?

They are uncomfortable effects.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Do you know...

I had always hoped that you and I,

implacable enemies,

might sit down on the day of your capture,

and discuss like Caesar--

General...

Omar Mukhtar cannot
give you the conquest of Caesar.

I've hunted you for so long.

I mean, knowing each other
as we do, an idea...

Can't we work together for peace?

And today is the day I work for you?

Why don't you ask me for your life?

I might give it to you.

- [Graziani snaps]
- Like that.

What do I give you?

My collaboration?

No.

No!

You are too late for bargains, Mukhtar!

You are far too late!

I have not asked you for my life.

Do not tell the world
that in the privacy of this room

I asked you for my life.

No, no, I will not do that.

I will not lie about you.

You are a man of courage.

Let us hope that you can
keep that courage tomorrow.

[bell rings]

The rope of your justice

has always hung in front of me, General.

Have him photographed.

I wish my enemies to be recorded.

Instruct the president of the court

that he must be
hanged in front of his people.

They must be there.

Omar Mukhtar.

You are accused of open rebellion against

the lawful government of your country.

What age are you?

73.

Are you the head of the forces

in Libya fighting against Italy?

Yes, I am.

Have you taken part in
attacks on Italian soldiers?

Yes, I have.

For how long have you taken part

in attacks on Italian soldiers?

20 years.

How many attacks?

[Omar chuckles]

You know, I couldn't remember the number.

You ordered the torturing and murdering

of Italian prisoners.

I did not.

Never.

You were captured with arms in your hands!

Yes, I was.

I am an Italian soldier.

In the field, I would be his enemy.

But here...

I am obliged to...

I'm appointed to defend him.

You are an old man.

Older than all of us here.

And I will not abuse you
with too many questions.

Did you ever submit
to the Italian authority?

I did not.

Did you ever receive
money or other subsidy

from the Italian government

as a condition of good behavior?

I did not.

Never.

I declare that Omar Mukhtar

never submitted to us,

never took subsidy from us,

never recognized our right

to rule in this colony.

He cannot therefore, in logic or justice,

be tried by us as a rebel.

[people muttering]

When we captured Omar Mukhtar

after 20 years of battles,

we are morally obliged to deal with him

as a prisoner of war.

[people shouting]

[bell rings]

[man] Silence!

Silence in court!

Captain Lontano, you were ordered

to defend this rebel
against the charge of treason.

You have overstepped your orders.

The sentence on you, Omar Mukhtar,

is death by hanging, in public,

in the town of Suluq
at 11 o'clock tomorrow,

the 16th of September, 1931,

year nine of the fascist era.

From God we come
and unto God we shall return.

[tense music]

[man] Attenti!

In the name of the government

of the Tripolitania e Cyrenaica,

we execute this sentence as decreed

by the military tribunal of Benghazi,

on the 15th day of September 1931,

year nine of the fascist era.

Omar Mukhtar, you have
been found guilty of high treason,

both morally and materially,

of a sustained rebellion
against the Italian government

of this colony.

The sentence passed by the court,

death by hanging in a public place,

will now be carried out.

[speaks Italian]

Proceed!

[man 2 speaking Italian]

[tense music]

[people wailing]

[music continues]

[music ends]

[people wailing]

Thank you, God,

for letting me die
at the hands of our enemies.

[people crying]

[people ululating]

[people shouting in Arabic]

[ululating, shouting continue]

[speaks Italian]

[speaks Italian]

[men speaking Italian]

[crowd praying in Arabic]

[praying continues]

[dramatic music]

[Omar] We will never surrender.

We win or we die.

You will have the next generation
to fight,

and after the next, the next.

As for me, I will live longer
than my hangman.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]