All language subtitles for The.Lions.of.Sicily.S01E03.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

-[♪ gentle music playing]
-Ignazio and Vincenzo Florio.

PREVIOUSLY ON
THE LIONS OF SICILY

[Ignazio] It's you and me now.
She isn't right for you, Vincenzo.

Do you think I would consider you
for my daughter? Just know this,

I'd rather see her on her back in brothel.

I'll be going back to England.
Would you like to come?

[Vincenzo] So, the loom,
do you think we can get it to Sicily?

[Ben] It lacks entrepreneurs.

In England, I saw a mechanical millstone.

The machine can do in half an hour
what ten men do in one hour.

We're only ask for permission
to do what we do best.

Vincenzo. He's different.

[Vincenzo]
They're really not letting ships sail?

By order of the king.

What are you doing, Florio?

-[grunts]
-Get in the store!

I know what happens in my own home.

What we have must end, Giuseppina.

Vincè!

Now, you're the man of the house.

-And whose are those?
-Excuse me, these books are mine.

Give me your address.
I'll have them delivered to you.

Thanks, that won't be necessary.

-[Vincenzo] Let's find out who she is.
-All right.

[♪ music concludes]

-[cicadas chirping]
-[horse neighing]

[♪ melancholic music playing]

He's sitting on a gold mine
and he has no idea. Look at this.

-Sulfur.
-Gold of the devil, but still gold, right?

Welcome.

What is all this, Baron?
Is this all you have to offer?

There's nothing else, Signor Florio.
This land is all I have left.

[sighs]

[wind whooshing]

This land is dry. Sterile.

You probably can't even use it
for animals.

Is this how you intend
to repay your debt back?

Hold this.

It's a deal.

[paper ripping]

Turns out I'm feeling very generous today.

[sighs] Thank you. Thank you, Sir.

-Thank you.
-[Vincenzo] Don't do that.

It's not fitting for your rank.
Please, get up.

Thank you
for taking this burden off of me.

Have a good day.

Make arrangements
to start excavating tomorrow morning.

[♪ uplifting music playing]

THE LIONS OF SICILY

[♪ music concludes]

[knocking on door]

[Vincenzo]
Running water's amazing, isn't it, Mother?

Could we have ever imagined?

Who knows how long this devilry will last?

-[chuckles softly]
-New inventions are prone breakage.

Come, I've made lunch.

There was no need
to buy this enormous palace.

Did you prefer the house in Bagnara?
Tell me the truth.

Well, who will be getting all of this
once you're gone?

Ah, so, that's your concern. I see.

Vicè, you're no longer a child.

You need a woman's company.
A wife to give you children.

Mama, who's got time
to think about things like that?

"Things like that"?
What are you talking about?

Do you want to live here all alone?

Family is the most important thing
there is.

Donna Giuseppina.
Vicè, you wanted to see me?

Yes. I'm sorry, Mama.
I'll join you in a moment.

-Hurry, or it'll be cold.
-Have you found that woman?

No, Vicè, I haven't found her.
If I had, I would've told you already.

-Peppe…
-Nobody knows who she is

or has ever met her.

-We saw her, was she a ghost?
-Well, I don't know.

-Keep looking.
-Of course, I will.

-[♪ gentle classical music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

Good evening.

I'm here to talk to the Baron Morillo.

-Do you have an invitation?
-[Vincenzo] No.

But I urgently need to speak with him.

The Baron didn't mention
anything about it.

-I've been trying to see him for days.
-I'm sorry, Signor Florio.

Are you telling me that I can't come
in for five minutes to talk to the Baron?

-[doorman] I'm sorry.
-Don't you have any respect?

[Carlo] Don Vincenzo.

Stop humiliating yourself like that.
It's pointless and not worth it.

-Carlo Filangeri, Prince of Satriano.
-I know who you are.

Sorry, but in the casino
of dames and knights,

uh, only noblemen are allowed, I'm afraid.

"Noblemen," huh? "Noblemen"?
Baron Morillo owes me 500 onze.

He ignores my letters
and bars me from his house.

Is there anything noble
about dishonoring your debts, Prince?

Ah. [chuckles] So, you thought you could
come in here and ambush him, right?

[horse snorts]

You have a reputation
of being a man of action.

And to your noble friends,
that's the worst of insults, right?

Don Vincenzo, please, take a walk with me.

Noblemen not only wish
to exclude us from certain circles,

they also want to avoid any association
with us, "men of action."

-How much do you need?
-[coughs]

What led you to jump so quickly
to that conclusion?

You also have
quite a reputation, my prince.

You're intelligent and you're honest,
but you have a few vices.

And with vices, you always have to pay.

I really appreciate your honesty,
and I'll be honest as well.

I'm in deep, Don Vincenzo.

It's up to you. You can either give me
a hand or just watch me drown.

Which I'm sure you would,
uh, probably enjoy.

I'll prepare the paperwork and…

then I'll give you
whatever amount you need.

Don't you want any guarantees?

No. I've decided to trust you, Prince.

In that case, allow me
to give you some advice.

You are one of the richest men in Sicily.

You've built an empire, Don Vincenzo,
but there's still something you lack.

Being able to answer certain circles.

The most important decisions
are made in places like this.

Concessions, contracts.

If you don't broaden your network,
Don Vincenzo,

you'll always be a shopkeeper.
A rich one, but still a shopkeeper.

-Blood can't be changed, Prince.
-But it can be mixed.

If you could only find yourself
a wife with a title.

I tried, some years ago,
and the humiliation burns me still.

You weren't the man you are now,
Don Vincenzo.

Considering your current wealth,
it wouldn't be hard

for you to find a duchess, maybe,
or countess, even.

And suddenly,
that shopkeeper from Calabria

would be forgotten completely.

-[footsteps approaching]
-[Giuseppina] Vicè.

You're home early. What's wrong?

[Vincenzo] Things will never change, Mama.

I've had a good education, I've traveled,
my clothes are of the highest quality,

I live in a house
that looks like a palace,

but it's not enough.
It will never be enough.

I don't understand, son.
What are you talking about?

-Find me a wife.
-[gasps]

That's amazing news!

Why have you changed
your mind, just like that?

We have to get rid
of this original sin we were born with.

I don't care if she's young,
old, beautiful or ugly.

But she must be titled, a noblewoman.

She must have a lineage,
coat of arms and everything.

Don't worry about it, sweetheart.

Leave it to your mother.
I'll find the right woman for you.

I'll give you the heir
that you always wanted.

[chuckles softly]

When will the first load
of sulfur be ready?

Well, uh, we have
to finish digging the tunnels first.

The miners are already
working on it as we speak.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[tools clanging]

-[Vincenzo] Who are they?
-[mine supervisor] Uh, children.

They heard about the mine.

What? Why are they sending in children?

The tunnels are tight.
The workers must have small bodies.

But look at these boys, they're too young.
They're not even eight.

[mine supervisor] That's good.

Children over the age of ten
face higher odds of getting stuck.

Believe me, Don Vincenzo,
this is a blessing for them.

Without a job, these, uh,
families would starve to death.

Send them to the store later
and give them something to eat.

No problem.

I have to go.
I'm meeting a businessman from Milan.

He has an important proposal.
I'll see you later.

-So what brings you to Sicily?
-[clocktower bell chiming]

My wife's health.

The climate in Palermo is the only thing
that seems to relieve her phthisis.

-It must seem very exotic to you.
-[chuckles]

Exotic and primitive.

But if you're smart,
you can bring in a lot of business here.

[chuckles] That's why we turned
to you, the best supplier around.

-Or so everyone says.
-So, how may I help you?

I'm looking for materials
to be processed in Lombardy.

-Excuse me.
-[♪ gentle uplifting music playing]

[Giulia] Mother told me to bring these.
They're fresh from the oven.

[Tommaso] Thank you, Giulia. My daughter.

Haven't we already met somewhere before?

I doubt it. I never leave the house.

I must have mistaken her
for someone else. [chuckles]

-Would you like tea?
-I'd love some, thank you.

[Tommaso] Uh,
where were we, Signor Florio?

I'm interested in wine,
oil, tuna, sumac, and I don't know.

What other raw materials
can you find for me?

Everything. I can get you anything
that's produced in Sicily.

-[chuckles]
-[dish clinking]

If I may offer you an investment though.

I'm starting a new sulfur mine,
if that interests you.

Sulfur, huh? Gold of the devil.

-That's what they call it. Who knows why?
-It comes from a word in Latin.

-Pardon?
-You know Latin, don't you?

In Latin, "sulfur" means "to burn."

And there's a lot of burning in hell,
assuming hell exists. [chuckles softly]

[Tommaso] Thank you, Giulia. You may go.

-Who's the oldest one?
-She is. Why? Can't you tell?

No. Not at all.

Only by a couple of years.

Sadly, not enough to act like his mother
and slap him when he misbehaves.

Excuse me.

[Tommaso clears throat, sighs]
Please excuse her.

All that reading
has made her a little headstrong.

Where were we? Um, sulfur, Signor Florio?
I'm interested in sulfur.

-Particularly so, yes.
-[Vincenzo] Wonderful.

My sulfur mine should be up
and running in no time.

I think we'll do great business together.
I can feel it.

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[Vincenzo] Raffaele.

[Raffaele] My friend.

-How are you?
-Eh...

[Vincenzo]
Take these bags to the guest room.

-So, how was your journey?
-Um, pretty good.

Hm. Mother is going
to be shocked when she sees you.

-[chuckles]
-Come on, let's surprise her.

Mama! Look who's here!
Do you remember Raffaele?

[Giuseppina] Who is this?

-Is this Mattia's son?
-Yeah.

-[gasps, laughs]
-Good evening, Auntie. [chuckles]

Is that really you? [chuckles]

What are you doing here, my boy?

He'll be working for us,
starting tomorrow.

-Really? You are?
-Uh-huh.

You always say that family
is the most important thing, right?

I do, my dear son. [chuckles] I do.

[♪ pensive rock music playing]

[horses snorting]

[indistinct chatter]

I don't like this, Peppe.

We must substitute the boys every month.

The work's too rough.

You heard what the foreman said.

Their families' lives depend
on what we pay them.

Write down their fathers' names.
Bon appétit. No, eat. Don't worry.

Write down their father's names,
and we'll have them work in the vineyard.

You don't have a vineyard, do you?

I just bought some land.

I want to start a Marsala wine cellar.

Marsala? Marsala's for the English.

Says who?

Look at this. This is where I got it.

Contrada Inferno.

I'll build it next to these two wineries,
Ingham's and Woodhouse's

It'll have direct access to the sea,

so the barrels can go
directly from my establishment

to the ships right here.

We need somebody responsible
to supervise and manage it.

And why do you think
my cousin's here, Peppe?

-When were you thinking of telling me?
-Can you do it?

If I can irritate the English…

it'll be a pleasure.

But we must leave what happened
between our fathers behind us.

What do you say?

Of course. You had nothing to do with it.
You were just a kid.

And Uncle Ignazio, may he rest in peace,
he always took care of us.

Now, I'll take care of you.

[♪ music concludes]

-Have you ever tasted Marsala?
-[chuckles] Not in the north, I'm afraid.

This comes from a winery called Woodhouse.

Those who sent me to you were right.

Your sulfur is the best,
both in quality and price.

We'd be happy to sign
for a year's supply with you.

What a fantastic occasion
to celebrate, then.

-Good evening, Giulia.
-Good evening.

[glasses clatter]

[Vincenzo] Would you like to join us?

-Giulia doesn't drink.
-I would love to try some, actually.

-Thank you.
-[♪ gentle uplifting music playing]

A few years ago,

the ship of an English merchant,
John Woodhouse,

was caught in a vicious storm
and forced to dock in Marsala.

During his stay there,
he tried our local wine

and he became so enthusiastic about it…

that he took a large quantity
of it with him to England.

Fearing it would spoil during the journey…

he decided to add some brandy to it.

The result was this incredible drink.

Sometimes, what seems
to be a wrong move

can turn into a perfect opportunity.

A la salud de.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[horse neighs]

I think I found a girl who might be
a good fit for our cause.

"Our"?

-Are you marrying her too?
-[chuckles]

Well, she will be living in my home,

so it would be nice
if I also happen to like her.

Who is she?

[sighs] She comes from a good family.

Um, she was raised by nuns.

She's 17. She's proper,
educated and respectful.

-Is she noble?
-Of course.

Her family is related
to the Prince of Torrebruna.

She's a baroness, Vicè.
It would be a prestigious wedding.

Her father has assured me
he would be happy if she married you.

This would improve
our social status significantly.

-The only thing is…
-What is it?

Her dowry. They don't have much
other than their title.

That's no problem. We already have
plenty of money, don't we?

Did you know, Vincenzo,
that Clara was educated by nuns?

-[chuckles] Weren't you, Clara?
-Yes.

-[chuckles]
-Educated by the best, obviously.

[sighs] Undoubtedly, Baroness.

Don Vincenzo, I'll speak directly.

Has your mother told you
about our conditions?

-What conditions?
-No, I haven't had the opportunity yet.

What conditions are we talking about?

It's very important to us
that after she marries you,

you stop handling money.

[scoffs] Are you serious?

My wife and I don't find it appropriate
for the title that we hold.

Hmm. And how do you suggest
I run my business?

Find a steward to handle it for you.

Ah, yes. You brought Raffaele here,
didn't you? He's perfect.

-Of course.
-[Giuseppina chuckles]

May I ask you something, Baron?

Why is it so disgusting
to you that I handle money…

when it's the reason you're giving me
your daughter's hand in marriage?

-Are you out of your mind?
-Vincenzo!

They had to sell everything.
Every single piece of furniture.

Everything. And I'm supposed
to be ashamed of my work?

I insist you leave this house immediately.

It'll be a pleasure.
Come on, it’s time to go home

[gasps]

I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Vincenzo!

I asked you to find me a woman to marry,

not a family of beggars
who think they're better than us

just because of their title.

He wants to dictate terms.
That useless scum.

[sighs] My son. It's as if you don't know
the manners of the world.

You should have just married her
and done as you pleased.

I refuse to be ordered around
by anyone. By anyone.

Here, the people who really give
the orders are those who have money.

-[distant bell tolling]
-Come on, let's go.

Forgive us for this simple meal.

With such little notice,
Giulia did the best she could.

And she did it marvelously, ma'am.
Really. You really did all the cooking?

Giulia is a crutch for us in our old age.
We'd be lost if it wasn't for her.

Is that the reason you're not married?

I can see
that you're very straightforward.

-That might have been inappropriate.
-[Giulia] Well…

-[Vincenzo] I see that now.
-[coughs]

Please forgive me.
I'm too curious sometimes.

We decided
Giulia will remain with her family.

Given Antonia's condition,
her help is essential.

Of course.

If someone was cooking
such delicious meals for me,

-I wouldn't let her get away either.
-[cutlery clatters]

[chuckles] I'm sorry.

I got so carried away
that I've stained my clothes.

-[chuckles softly]
-Ah, Giulia, accompany Signor Florio.

-[♪ alluring music playing]
-Of course.

Follow me.

If you'll excuse me.

[Giulia] The washroom is over there.

[Vincenzo] Are you fine with it?

With the washroom being there?

That your family has decided
that you will be their maid?

That's the second inappropriate question
you've asked me tonight.

You're right.
But as I said, I'm very curious…

especially if something interests me.

You'll find clean towels
beside the basin, Signor Florio.

♪ Take me all ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Where do I belong? ♪

♪ I'm just too young ♪

♪ My hometown is calling me ♪

♪ I've not answered ♪

♪ My wings are stronger ♪

♪ My eyes are open, oh ♪

[♪ music fades]

-[Antonia] Florio is a strange man.
-[Giulia] Hmm.

[Antonia] So wealthy, yet so shameless.

Stop complaining, Antonia.

It's better to have him as a friend.
Do you understand?

He invited himself to dinner
on the same afternoon, just like that.

Is that common in Palermo?

Well, the truth is, as long
as he helps make us a lot of money,

he can knock on our door
in the middle of the night.

-He'll always be welcome at our table.
-Of course, he's not the one cooking.

[chuckles softly] Goodnight.

You're not forgetting
my herbal tea, are you?

-I'm not.
-[♪ gentle music playing]

♪ Dry tears, they have fallen ♪

♪ Over my skin, it's just a dream ♪

♪ Dry tears, they have fallen ♪

♪ Over my skin, it's just a dream ♪

♪ Dry tears, they have fallen ♪

♪ Over my skin, it's just a dream ♪

♪ It's just a dream ♪

[♪ music concludes]

-Who's here?
-It's Marquis Del Drago.

He wants to talk to you.

-Marquis Del Drago?
-[Peppe] He says it's urgent.

[indistinct chatter]

-[Vincenzo] Marquis.
-Don Vincenzo.

[Vincenzo] How may I help you?

-I'll get straight to the point.
-Go ahead.

I find myself in dire economic straits,

so I have no choice
but to ask you for help, you know?

-That's who you are.
-Come again?

Your wife is Baroness Isabella Pillitteri.

-Yes. Why? Do you know her?
-[Vincenzo] Hmm.

We were 16 years old.

Right. Great. Ah, well,
then in honor of you being old friends,

I would like to ask you
to provide for our needs.

[sighs] No.

-Don Vincenzo. Don Vincenzo!
-Don't insist, Marquis.

I've had enough.

Enough of penniless noblemen like yourself
drowning in promissory notes,

who come here for my help
while looking down on me.

-I won't help you.
-I don't understand.

Wait, Marquis. Are you both
a beggar and deaf? Is that it?

You're even more vulgar than people say.

You can go now.
Give my regards to your wife.

Peppe, show the Marquis the way out.

[♪ gentle classical music playing]

Thank you for the tickets.
They must have cost you a fortune.

Don't thank me, thank our host.

-Who would that be?
-Florio.

Florio? Why didn't you say so?

But why would I have to, Giulia?
Aren't you happy to be out?

-You see the way he looks at me.
-Exactly.

"Exactly"?

Giulia, just listen. Everybody wants
to do business with Vincenzo Florio.

If we get favorable treatment,

-thanks to you--
-I'm ashamed of you.

I'm not some load of sulfur.

Stop complaining.

-Do it for our father.
-Do what?

Nothing.

You don't have to bother doing anything.

You just smile and we'll keep him around
as long as he's of service to us.

[indistinct chatter]

And besides, Giulia,
it's no small feat for a woman of your age

-to get the attention of a man like him.
-What are you talking about?

He's greedy, arrogant,
and he thinks everybody has a price.

And that's not true?

Look at her there.

Marquess Gravina.

Do you think
she's with that gout-ridden old man

because he's attractive?

No, she just married him to buy his title.

Look at that young man.

Do you think he's happy to share a bed
with Princess Moncada at night?

And her? Duchess Spadafora.

Widowed,
abandoned by her husband's family,

found herself penniless overnight.
Ben Ingham took a fancy to her,

and she became his lover
to avoid becoming totally broke.

Just what are you trying to tell me?

-That everyone has a price, dear Giulia.
-And what would mine be?

[Vincenzo] Sorry I'm late.

-Please, have a seat.
-Thank you.

Have I interrupted you?
What were you talking about?

Oh, we were saying
that the architecture of this theater

-is very impressive.
-[Vincenzo] Hmm.

My father sends his apologies,

but all of this would have been too tiring
for my mother.

He did want me to let you know
that we are interested

in the salt business.

-People say yours is very competitive.
-Great.

Why don't you come and visit me
at the salt mine then?

-Next week maybe. What do you think?
-Oh, of course.

-Why don't you come?
-Me?

Uh. No, I'm afraid it's not possible.

I imagine taking care of your mother
must keep you very busy.

-Yes, very busy.
-[Vincenzo] That's a shame.

It would be lovely
if I could show it to you.

[applause]

[♪ melancholic classical music playing]

[woman singing opera]

Your gloves are of the finest quality.

I'm glad you like them too.

I had them rewoven by the seamstress.

I preferred the others.

I assume so.

[woman continues singing opera]

[whispering] Why don't you have a husband?

Actually, I have many men.

One is named Lancelot,
another one, Werther.

The young one, of course.

They're literary characters, Don Vincenzo.
[chuckles softly]

-I know.
-[woman continues singing]

Those characters fill my life
more than any husband or man would.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to watch the performance

without any more distractions.

[whispering] I personally can't seem
to concentrate on the performance.

-[shushes]
-[woman continues singing]

-[♪ music fades]
-[seagulls squawking]

[indistinct chatter]

[distant bell tolling]

[Giuseppina] Vicè.

-Why are you still home?
-Ah. Good morning, Mama.

Today, I'm seeing the nuns
of Santa Caterina.

They want to introduce us to a young lady.

A countess.

Graceful and very pretty,
they say. [chuckles, sighs]

I hope you like her.

Uh. But don't behave inappropriately
like last time, okay?

There's no need.
I don't want that anymore, Mama.

I have no time and desire.

What's wrong?
Did something happen at the shop?

No.

Nothing happened.

I'd like to be alone.

Uh. What do I tell the nuns?

I don't have any time,
or that now, I must attend to my business.

[Giuseppina] Vicè…

you must carry on
the name of the Florios.

Don't forget that.

[indistinct chatter]

[children shouting, chattering]

-Good morning.
-[Giulia] Good morning.

-May I? Do you mind?
-Of course!

Donna Giulia, good morning.

[Giulia] Ah.

I thought I smelled a bit of sulfur.

-Allow me.
-You snatched it right of my hands.

You have no reason to accompany me home.

In Palermo, young ladies
shouldn't wander around

all alone without a maid.

Don't worry.
Let me accompany you. You'll be safer.

Your company does not make me feel safe.

Did I do something to offend you?

You're taking too many liberties with me.

Am I forcing you to do something
against your will?

Being in business
with my father doesn't justify

the way that you behave toward me.

Don't take advantage of my good manners.

If you want a sincere
and devoted friendship with me,

that's fine. But nothing more.

Goodbye.

[horses snorting, neighing]

What are you doing?

[breathes shakily]

Don't, please.

I can't. I can't help it.

[♪ gentle music playing]

I'm begging you.
If you really have feelings for me…

-you'll stay away.
-[whispering] I can't.

[breathes heavily]

Then you should be clear
about your intentions.

[inhales] If they're honorable…

[exhales] I can't marry you.

-Then leave.
-But I can't give you up either.

[sighs] Are you asking me
to be your mistress?

Do you want to live
the rest of your life as a slave?

That's what your parents want for you.

-Is that what you want?
-What I want is none of your business.

-Goodbye, Signor Florio.
-[♪ gentle music continues]

[horse neighs]

[♪ music concludes]

[crickets chirping]

[coughs]

[wheezes, breathes heavily]

There you go.

Thank you.

-Goodnight, Mama.
-Read me story.

You know, at this hour, my eyesight is…

"So, that man, Oswald,
felt ecstatic and seduced, impetuously,

"but he harbored doubts
that fought against

"his very own feelings.

"Such a situation often leads
to bitterness and dissatisfaction

"with oneself and others.

"One suffers…

"and one feels the desperate need
for further pain to be inflicted…

"or maybe the fine one
suffer violent conflict

"that allows one
of these two sentiments to triumph

"before it lacerates one’s heart."

[♪ mellow sentimental music playing]

[♪ music rises]

-[door opening]
-[bell chiming]

-Donna Isabella.
-Do you remember me?

[♪ music fades]

To what do I owe
the pleasure of your visit?

Isn't this why you refused
to grant my husband a loan?

So that I would ask you myself?

You've always been
a smart woman, haven't you?

If that were true,
I wouldn't have married him.

This place is even more beautiful
at night.

[Vincenzo] Does your mother know
you're here?

Absolutely not.

How much do you need?

-Five hundred onze.
-Ah. Not bad.

-Don't make me feel worse.
-No.

-I don't intend to do so.
-[Isabella] You don't?

Seeing how you treated my husband,
I wouldn't be able to tell.

The pleasure of a minor vendetta.

After all these years,
your mother's slap still stings me.

[♪ emotional music playing]

If you help me…

I'll do anything you want.

-[♪ music builds]
-Anything. Really.

You don't have any morals, no scruples.

We would have made
such a beautiful couple.

You'll get your money.

Now, leave.

And tell your husband
he doesn't need to pay me back.

[bell chiming]

-[door closing]
-[♪ mellow music playing]

[Giulia] "Ah. Can it be doubted
that among the mysteries of our nature,

"to love and again is what remains
of our celestial inheritance?

"Should we not pardon the heart
of a woman with cruel regret,

"which attaches to those days
when she was beloved,

"when her existence was so necessary
to that of another?"

[♪ melancholic rock music playing]

[wind howling]

[horses snort]

-Welcome.
-[Giovanni] Don Vincenzo.

[♪ music fades]

I'm happy you changed your mind.

Giovanni really wanted me to come.

Please, I had lunch prepared.
Come with me.

I thought we'd be going straight
to the salt mines.

[Vincenzo] We'll go there in no time.
This way.

Are you tired? It's a long journey.

This house belonged to my family,
since before my father died.

I bought the salt mines myself later,
after buying the tuna-processing plant.

Is it true you repossessed
the processing plant

from Baron Montemaggiore?

With some degree of satisfaction,
I must admit it.

Preserving the tuna
requires a huge amount of salt,

so rather than buying it from others…

You came to the decision
to get it straight from the source.

Exactly.

One can learn a lot from you,
Don Vincenzo.

If you want something, no scruples
would keep you from getting it.

Scruples, Donna Giulia, are like an alibi.

An excuse for those
who are afraid of failure.

When the sun is out,
this place, there's something magical.

But it's beautiful, even in the rain.

All right, I think we can make
an order of ten cantars to start off.

Yes, marvellous.

It's getting really late.
I think we should get going now.

If you allow me,
I would love to host you for the night.

It's raining,
and I wouldn't feel comfortable

letting you go back now.
I'll have two rooms prepared.

That's not necessary. Thank you.
They're waiting for us in Palermo.

-And, uh, we wouldn't want to bother you.
-It's not a bother. Really, l insist.

It's my fault.
I held you up by rambling on

about the story of my family.

Well, in that case,

we'll be delighted to stay
and be your guests.

[♪ wistful music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[knocking on door]

♪ I know you thought about this
many times ♪

♪ Follow you and me in my heartbeat ♪

♪ You were everything I ever thought ♪

♪ The power of your hands on me ♪

♪ Let me love you, let me tell you
Let me ♪

♪ Oh, let me be your queen ♪

♪ Let me love you, let me tell you
Let me ♪

♪ Oh, let me be your queen ♪

♪ Hold me, so I don't get lost ♪

♪ So, I feel you close ♪

♪ We are at the top ♪

♪ Don't let me fall ♪

♪ Take my hands ♪

♪ I know you thought about this
many times ♪

♪ Follow you and me in my heartbeat ♪

♪ You were everything I ever thought ♪

♪ The power of your hands on me ♪

♪ Hold me, so I don't get lost ♪

♪ So I feel you close ♪

Get dressed.

We're going back to Palermo.

♪ Boy, tell me now ♪

♪ Where I need to go ♪

♪ Boy, look at me ♪

[horse snorting]

♪ Can't let you go ♪

♪ Oh, we're so high
I'll let you be the one ♪

♪ I'll let you be the one ♪

[♪ music concludes]

[Antonia] How could you?

Is this what I taught you?

Giving herself to the first man available,

-like the worst--
-The worst what?

Say it! The worst what?

Wasn't that what you wanted?

If it was good for business,
you'd sell me to the highest bidder!

You have no shame. [coughs]

[Tommaso] I have no choice
but to send you back to Milan

or lock you up in a convent.

Signor Florio is here.

Have him wait for me in my study.

[Vincenzo] What happened was my fault.

-I take full responsibility.
-You are going to marry her, then?

No. I can't.

-But I will take care of her.
-Would you look at that.

I'll give her an apartment
and make sure she has everything.

Apart from the only resource
a woman truly possesses, her honor.

My feelings for Giulia are real…

but marriage has nothing
to do with feelings, I'm afraid.

I have a responsibility
toward the name I bear.

So, you want to make her
your personal whore?

You're not of noble blood.

Therefore, it's unacceptable for you
to keep a lover.

You're just a wealthy shopkeeper.

If Giulia becomes your courtesan,

she'll be despised
by everyone in the city.

Giovanni, you knew it.
You practically threw her into my arms.

How many times did you look the other way?

You have ruined her.

Now, you must make her
an honest woman ever.

I can't.

You are nothing.
All of you, you're nothing.

I have no choice, I owe it to my father,
to his name, and to everything he's built.

We will destroy what he's built!

[muffled]
Your name will be smeared with mud.

Everyone will know
what a scoundrel you are!

Half of the merchants
in Palermo are indebted to me…

and I hold the promissory notes
on the other half.

I just have to say one word,
and you'd be finished here.

No one in all of Sicily, no one,
will ever do business with you again.

And you'll be forced
to grovel your way back to Milan.

All of you, except for Giulia.

[Giovanni, muffled]
Are you threatening us? In our home?

-How dare you?
-[Giulia] Enough!

Leave me alone with him.

We left you alone with him
for too long already.

You don't decide my future for me.
Not anymore.

I want to talk to Vincenzo.

[♪ somber music playing]

[door closing]

And now?

I can't marry you. I'm sorry.

Yes, you've made yourself perfectly clear.

But I can't live without you.

You can live
in one of my apartments if you want.

I'll take care of everything.

But it has to be you who decides.

And you won't live with me.

[Vincenzo] Every day.
I'll come see you every day.

At first, anyway.

[sighs]

Do you hate me?

Yes.

-Go wait for me in the carriage.
-[♪ uplifting music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-Bonjourno, Oriana.
-Bonjourno.

This is Donna Giulia.

Bonjourno. Thank you.

Do you like it?

Come, I'll show you
some of the other rooms.

-All for me?
-All for us.

[♪ uplifting music continues]

I like it. [chuckles]

-[♪ music fades]
-You'll be fine here.

I have to go. I'll see you tonight.

[inhales]

[♪ uplifting music continues]

I can't do it, I can't wait until tonight.

[♪ uplifting music rises]

[♪ melodic pop song playing,
“Durare” by Laura Pausini]

♪ Menomale che non sei normale ♪

♪ Come tutti quanti ♪

♪ Che lasci tutto e torni ♪

♪ Se ho paura anch’io
e non lo sanno gli altri ♪

♪ E allora come mai ♪

♪ C’hai messo così tanto
ad incontrarmi qui ♪

♪ A farne il tuo bersaglio ♪

♪ E poi portarmi in alto
che la città è un puntino ♪

♪ Lo vedi quant’è bello
dividersi un destino ♪

♪ C’è una notte stellata
tra le ciminiere ♪

♪ C’è una vita pensata
ed una da pensare insieme ♪

♪ Ed una da inventare ♪

♪ Ed una da capire ♪

♪ Ed una da durare io e te ♪

♪ Ed una da impazzire io e te ♪

[♪ music concludes]