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THE LAST TIME WE WERE CHILDREN

The attack on Rome,

"alma mater" of Christianity and of civilization,

blasted by the Anglo-Americans.

B-24 Liberators take turns firing upon the Eternal City,

which is now on the front line with other battered Italian cities.

The hardest-hit areas are Tiburtino, Prenestino, San Lorenzo.

Under a deluge of bombs the greatest friendship began.

You spit at me?

- Because you're a Jew. - But I'm Riccardo.

- You know me. - So?

He can spit at Jews he knows.

Take it back.

- You hurt me. - Me too.

It's not my fault I'm Jewish, my parents made me this way.

- I didn't do anything wrong. - Not true.

- Jews are enemies of the nation. - Not me, I love Italy.

When I grow up I'll join the air force and shoot down bombers.

So he's a Jewish Fascist Youth?

I don't get it. He's an Aryan too.

- What's that mean? - You're so clueless!

Aryan means he's blond, tall,

and perfect, he never gets sick.

Really? No cough, colds, or anything?

- Exactly. - Wow!

All right, you can join the platoon.

We battle the abominable Albion in Cosimo's yard every day at 4:00.

On the dot!

Platoon, bayonet attack!

Go, go!

- You're dead! - The end is the goal.

Intruders!

Attack!

Frogmen, sink them!

Quit shouting!

Great siren imitation.

To the shelter, quick!

But... that's a real siren!

They're really bombing us, get into place!

Almost got it.

- No way. - It's true.

I saw it.

He came this close.

Here.

It's 5:00, time to execute the rotten subversive.

Load...

Aim...

Fire!

Wow! It seems real, how'd you do it?

I got industrial elastics from my parents' haberdashery.

This is a super-slingshot,

like Hitler's secret weapon that'll win the war for us.

What are you looking at?

I'll be a nurse when I grow up.

- So what? - I can treat your war wounds.

No! Females must stay home and make babies for the Duce.

Huh?

German women go to the front, dummies.

She's sneaky.

Kids can't speak German, especially not girls...

They teach us to cook and sew at the orphanage.

And since Sister Magdalene's German, she taught us how to speak too.

Test of courage.

If you eat this... you're one of us.

- Good idea. - Look at her face.

- Think she'll eat it? - No way!

Deal.

With parsley and garlic,

it tastes just like the bacon we put in pasta.

- Can I try some? - Me too.

Gross!

She's sneaky, worse than a boy.

- You're recruited. - My slingshot.

It's gone!

- The subversives stole it. - Subversives, my foot.

I know who it was.

Pisspants, did you steal the sling?

No, I was just spying.

- You're with the Brits? - No, I just want to play with you.

War is not a game for kids.

You call these buttons?

Yes.

- Can I take these? - Sure, and...

Take these for Pisspants.

What would you like?

Don't be shy.

I'd really like that mother-of-pearl button for my pink sweater.

This?

What a nice shirt, did you really make it?

I think you'd look nice with pigtails. Here.

- How about a snack? - Sure!

Good evening.

- See to it? - Yes.

Come with me.

- Your items have arrived. - Good.

Pudding and cookies, you're an idiot for not coming.

I can't blame him, but I can blame his parents for choosing to be Jewish.

No, my parents had Jewish parents, so did my grandparents.

Even my great-grandparents.

Lousy luck!

An English tank! Attack!

Hey, get over here!

Damn you! Don't leave the yard, there's a war going on!

Understand? From now on when I go to work...

I'll keep you under lock and key.

I'll tell all of your parents about this.

You need to behave, got it?

Guys, the war's over.

We'll all be locked up at home.

What were you thinking, Mother? You can't let the girls go out

and wander around Rome.

It's dangerous, there's a war. Keep them locked up.

I lock them up, but this wall is what it is.

Vanda told me everything, Barocci's son is the ringleader.

- Huh? - Talk to him.

Barocci? I don't want trouble or hassles, never mind!

And you should close up this breach with a few planks.

It's like Swiss cheese!

You again?

I told you my father's busy, he has no time for minutiae.

Minutiae? Your brother is obsessed with war.

So what? War is only bad when you lose.

If a little boy plays execution, what'll he do as an adult?

He'll be a good soldier. Now, please...

This way.

Anacleto Barocci, member of the Grand Council of Fascism

and War Cabinet, and personal friend of the Duce.

Current podestà of Varese with Fasces Sash,

March on Rome Medal, and War Merit Cross.

General Lang.

To what do I owe this honor, companion?

Your army... dissolved like snow in the sun.

Soldiers deserting and becoming rebels. Is this some kind of game?

No game, General.

We just founded the Republic of Salò, I'm heading there now.

Unfortunately, Italians are not like Germans.

They're unruly.

For many centuries we lacked...

a virile condottiere.

A virile condottiere.

The deserters will be punished. The Rome-Berlin axis

is a pact forged in the purest of steels!

A pact forged in the purest of steels!

Italian combatants are devoted to battle since the Roman Empire.

Like my son.

Me!

Vittorio, war hero.

With a dagger, he saved a fellow Fascist from the British oppressor...

What are you doing here, kiddo?

When you said "my son" I came rushin' in.

I meant the other son.

Nouns have specific roles, just like soldiers marching in line.

And why do you keep saying "rushin' in"?

It's "rushing in".

Enunciate all the letters.

2 hours of grammar and 50 push-ups, now!

He could shed a few pounds...

Italo!

His name's Italo.

And we root for...

For...?

- Milan soccer club. - Go on.

Do those push-ups.

General, I may be harsh, but language is important.

Italian is tops!

After German, that is.

I flex, you flex, he flexes,

we flex...

General, what can we do for you?

We need your logistics support, but you disappeared.

It's an important cargo!

Your rails are damaged, trains keep stopping.

- Why is there no maintenance in Italy? - Due to the rebel attacks.

Where are you taking them?

We've arranged for...

a train

that goes straight from Tiburtina

to the camps.

What kind of camps?

Labor camps.

- Because work sets you free. - Indeed.

Work...

We can help, if you'd like.

The Race-Demographics officer has all their names and addresses.

Enough sad stuff now...

How about a nice picture for the press?

Me, you, and my son the war hero.

Italians with their pictures...

To strengthen the Rome-Berlin pact.

What's that?

Yes!

Hooray!

Bombardiers, get into place!

Finally! The enemy is shooting.

What enemy?! Those are our rocks falling back down.

Oh God.

Leave it to me, I'll sew him up.

Put him to sleep first.

- With some wine. - Or a bludgeon.

- Over the head... - No!

I trust Vanda.

She's puncturing him.

So...

you're putting the needle in his skin?

Yes, it hurts.

Easy.

I wouldn't have complained. He's a sissy.

Done.

We always have to save each other.

Let's make a blood pact, like...

- Cousins. - Nonsense! Like the bravehearted.

What's a bravehearted pact?

We cut our hands with a bayonet and then...

How about a spit pact?

What's that?

Good idea.

Go on.

- Like cousins. - Bravehearted.

Bravehearted cousins?

Bravehearted cousins!

Hurry up, Vanda.

Your hair's a mess, what have you done?

If you were a boy, you would've been adopted by now.

Nobody cares about brains when it comes to girls.

They just want cute and tidy girls.

Do you ever wash up?

Did I say something wrong?

You seem happy when they pick other girls.

They saw you...

run off yesterday.

I didn't run off.

I walked, I didn't run.

Promise not to run off today?

I'll promise tomorrow.

I already said four Hail Marys in advance.

Please! I love my friends, they're like family.

Then don't walk... run.

That summer, thanks to Riccardo's ladder,

our war continued.

We trounced armies, conquered empires,

shot Brits and werewolves,

until one night...

We haven't seen Riccardo in four days, maybe he's sick.

Impossible, he's Aryan.

I bet his parents found out he stole the ladder

and locked him in his room, like you.

Then let's go free him.

We made a spit pact, not a fake pact.

Maybe they went on a trip?

No, they're Jewish, making money is all they care about.

How'd you know the key was there?

Obvious: keys are always under the mat or a vase.

Do you see a mat here?

One: Your family along with

other Jews of your household, will be transferred.

Two: You must take with you...

A) Supplies for at least 8 days.

C) ID. You can take with you...

D) Glassware, suitcases with underclothes and jewelry.

Lock up your homes.

Five: Sick people, even terminally ill,

cannot be left behind for any reason.

Six: 20 minutes after receiving this note,

the family must be ready to leave.

The Germans took them.

When will they bring him back?

First we have to reconquer Africa,

then kill all the Russians and Americans.

It'll be a while.

Wish we knew where he was.

Steer clear of the Jews!

You're a pest like your dad.

For Christ's sake!

As soon as your mom died, he got mixed up in politics!

- That dummy! - I just asked where they take them.

To Germany, I think.

Is that far?

Kind of.

- Really? - Just a bit.

Don't worry, I'm sure Riccardo's fine.

Guys, I have a map.

I know where Riccardo is, see? We'll follow the tracks.

- Is it far? - No, Sister Agnese said "just a bit".

- So we can go see him. - See him, my foot.

We'll go free him!

Please, and how?

How... how...?

We'll tell them they messed up.

They think he's a normal Jew

but if we say he's a Fascist Youth like us,

an Aryan, they'll free him.

They'll even give us a medal!

I don't think I can come to Germany.

- Why not? - 'Cause when I get back...

grandpa will whip me.

I'm in.

I'm in too.

No way...

Girls are deadweights.

If you get hurt, who'll nurse you?

If you're hungry, who'll cook?

If a German says "auf wiedersehen", what'll you say?

She's right.

It's likely that Germans will speak German, you know.

Fine, come.

As an encroacher. We males are the heroes and I'm the leader.

Says who?

Pisspants is snooping! I'm gonna thrash you.

I won't say a word, I swear and double-swear.

Say one word and I'll have you banished like your dad.

You'll be force-fed castor oil, your weenie will fall off

and you'll grow boobs.

No!

Bring a change of socks and undies, we'll get sweaty while walking.

Nonsense, soldiers march wearing the same uniform.

But they change their socks and undies, I won't come if you smell.

Fine.

Don't tell anyone that we changed our undies on a mission!

Meet at the stairs tomorrow morning.

- Where? - Tiburtina station.

Let's bring Riccardo home.

Corporal.

You're late.

Come on.

What are you wearing?

A uniform for the mission.

I'm the leader.

I smell bread!

- Breakfast before we leave? - No, this isn't a game.

We want to free Riccardo, right?

Come on.

Don't be stupid! Help me.

- Come on. - Get up.

Okay.

- Get up. - Pull harder.

Come on!

One, two, three, go.

She missed morning prayers, that's never happened before. I'm worried...

We don't have time for this. Rebels are about to attack!

He's just a kid.

I'll get you fired, I'm the son of...

- Did Italo disappear too? - Yes, he ran off with my tent.

The orphan girl too?

Vanda too.

Touch the rocks and you're a rotten egg.

Wait for me! The leader should be in front.

Rotten egg.

What a dumb game.

What's in there?

Everything we need for the mission: tent, blankets,

food, bayonet, and miscellaneous.

Everything. What did you bring?

A St. Nicholas prayer card, protector of children.

- You? - Two pears.

Just two pears?! I told you to loot your kitchen.

I did, that's all we had.

So when can we eat?

Only when we're drained.

Italo, something's leaking from your bag.

The eggs must've broken.

Be more combative!

The Duce's eyes sparkle

He shines in his Fascist Youth

We are the spark of love which one day

Sprung out of his heart, hooray

What if the Germans don't believe Riccardo's a Fascist Youth?

They'll believe me, I have secret proof.

- What? - It's a secret.

- Like the secret services, you know? - No.

Of course, they're secret.

I don't understand a thing. So when'll we eat?

Italian soldiers never stop.

Darn it.

A fork.

No way!

Your map doesn't show a fork, it's wrong.

The map can't be wrong, the fork isn't supposed to be here.

Look, the tracks go straight to Germany.

- Which way is "straight"? - There.

Go where the leader says.

- You're guessing. - So are you.

- Don't you see how straight that is? - Let's pray.

- What for? - What for?!

Sister Agnese says if you pray hard, God will send a sign.

Ten Hail Marys.

And 10 Our Fathers, so he doesn't feel left out.

Son of a fucking bitch!

- Watch your language. - Sorry.

The police are useless, my father is away and I can't reach him.

The phone lines are all down... damned bombings!

- I thought you liked war? - I need to find my brother.

I don't have time for you.

Mr. Minutiae!

I know who to ask.

Who?

I'm sure there are three kids missing.

He was asking about the Jews, that's all I know.

Come here.

Vanda said you like to eavesdrop, is that true?

Not this time, I swear and double-swear.

Tell the truth or I'll have you arrested.

How dare you!

Relax, nobody will hurt you.

If I tell you, Italo will have me banished like my dad.

It's a family flaw...

Children never get banished.

But Riccardo did.

They're going to Germany to get Riccardo.

- They're following the tracks. - Why didn't you tell me?!

Do you know which tracks?

Near the stairs.

Tiburtina station! I'm going. Are you coming?

No way, I'm full of aches and pains, my sciatica's killing me.

It's time for me to rest. Know why?

Because I've done more than enough.

- Is that a no? - Are you deaf?

Okay.

- I'll come with you. - No, you're a deadweight.

- You'll slow me down. - Nonsense.

- I'll stop if I can't go on. - No, your life is in my hands.

My life is God's to take when he wants, with or without you.

I can help you, I know Vanda and bet she's leading them.

I know my brother, he wouldn't let a girl lead him.

Says you.

Keep praying, God's not sending any sign.

He must be busy, he looks after the whole universe.

Italo, over there!

It's dead.

It's a sign.

Wowzers.

God killed a dog to show us the way,

our prayers worked.

- Find some sticks. - Why?

We need to make a cross.

Okay...

I knew it was the right way but you didn't take my word,

only God's...

Wait for me!

The commander leads the way!

Guys...

What's up?

Not another step until we eat.

No! If you're on strike, we'll have to execute you.

I'm hungry too.

Girls...

Fine, rations!

Hooray!

Hey, is that all?

Italian soldiers endure hunger.

In Africa, my brother ate lizards.

He ate lizards because he didn't have salami in his backpack.

If he did, he was dumber than you.

Cosimo, be quiet.

Italo's the leader, he decides.

For example, you could decide to eat a slice.

You know, it's so soft...

tasty, fatty.

True.

Salami from fellow Fascists from Parma will give us stamina.

Just a slice.

I haven't eaten like that in eons.

- In what? - Eons

You really are disgusting, you know.

That salami and cheese sure made me thirsty.

But we're out of water.

The troops are right this time,

I'm thirsty too.

Halt!

Search for water.

Nothing to the north.

Nothing to the east. West...

Italo.

There's some water.

These binoculars are broken.

Gross!

We can't drink that, it's full of mud and bugs.

It might kill us.

Then I'll be the one to drink it.

If I don't die, you can drink some later.

Leading means being brave.

No, leading means drinking, while we die of thirst.

May they get a slight sprain, nothing major but painful enough

so that they stop and we can rescue them.

Just a slight sprain, but painful.

- What are you mumbling? - I'm praying.

For a sign from God.

God doesn't answer and you still believe in him?

Your father doesn't answer your radio call but you believe in him.

- You talk too much. - Like you.

Now which way?

Hey!

Here's the sign.

They went this way.

I don't believe in signs, I'll go this way.

See? I taught Vanda to make these crosses.

This is her ribbon.

Feel free to go the other way.

Shall I say hello to Italo for you?

I've never seen so much poop before.

Why'd he move?

It stinks so bad even he can't stand it.

Italo, how do we pitch the tent?

In 12 steps.

First, open the tent.

Then, get the metal...

hooks...

and then...

What did he say?

Let's get the tent.

What's wrong?

I miss my dad.

At least you have a dad.

See? This was mine.

Geez, they're all gone!

Ants.

Enough but not too many.

They were just here, we'll find them before nightfall.

You're limping.

Yes, my leg is wounded.

That's why I'm not at war.

I can't believe they want to walk to Germany.

- They have no idea. - But they do.

They're trying to save their friend.

The Jew? Right... they cause nothing but trouble.

Do you even have a heart?

He's a child! He was taken away and you blame him?

Not him, his race.

Look who's talking, your church locked them in a ghetto.

Not me!

Plus, that was in the Middle Ages.

Now Jews are Italians like us, and many are Fascists.

Selling them to the Germans was vile.

- I could arrest you for saying that. - Go ahead.

What I said is true.

Anyway, we're under no obligation to talk.

We finally agree on something.

My help comes from the Lord...

No singing either.

Italo.

- We're going home. - No!

- Germany's too far away. - Only cowards give up.

No going home!

- Obey your leader. - There is no leader.

The mission is over.

Cosimo, help me.

Hold on.

Wait for me.

I can't go to Germany alone.

It's getting dark.

This way.

Hope the kids are careful.

I taught Vanda to stay five steps away from the tram.

Three, four, five...

Why is it stopping? Is it broken?

Don't be foolish, Italian trains are the best in the world.

They never break.

Maybe it's heading toward Riccardo, it's a sign from God.

A sign from the Duce. Let's hop on!

Women and kids first, help her.

What?

I'm a girl, don't touch my butt.

How'll we help you up?

I know.

- Sit down. - Okay.

Hurry up, Italo.

Wait.

Let's swap.

One foot here.

- Go. - Hurry.

Go on.

Come on.

My turn.

She made it.

- Okay. - Go!

Grab the bag.

- Come on. - A little higher.

- Okay, got it. - Come on.

Come on, it's about to leave.

Your fez is falling off.

Come on.

Help me!

Cosimo, unhook the ladder.

Watch out, Italo.

Hurry up.

It's about to leave!

Help me!

Come on.

Climb up!

Jump!

Scared shitless!

My father... was right.

The best thing in life

is freedom.

- And food. Dinnertime? - Yes.

There's nothing left to eat, we gobbled up everything.

- What do you have? - Two pears still.

I have... a tablecloth.

- We can't eat a tablecloth. - All the opposite...

we can't eat without a tablecloth.

Fine.

Guess it'll be a light dinner.

Just like home.

Are you treating me like a poor orphan?

Yes.

- Okay, let's go. - It's getting dark.

There's a full moon, you can go back if you're afraid.

All right, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Companions! Companions!

Get up, now.

- We're on a mission! - Are you nuts?

Luckily I brought extra undies, it was so cold last night.

The train stopped for a while.

How many kilometers do you think we've traveled?

I think we walked 100 and traveled 1,000 by train.

Well, then...

we're in Germany.

Of course! Can't you see...

how glorious the Germanic sun is?

Encroacher, do you know the German anthem?

- Of course. - Sing it.

Louder, so the Germanic people hear!

What are you doing? Get off that train, now!

Wow, I can understand German!

That's not German, we're still in Italy.

Screw you, we're going to Germany!

It's stopping.

- Rascals! - We're in trouble!

Get down, now!

Move it, guys!

- Down! - For the nation and for Riccardo!

I'm all right.

What a great idea...

we walked all night, I bet we overshot them.

- We should've caught up by now. - Where are you going?

- To sit down. - Huh?

To sit down.

Move it.

I need to save my brother, never mind that orphan.

Vanda's not just an orphan, she's particularly smart.

So she must've pressured them, she's smitten with the Jew.

- Or maybe Italo is. - Is what?

- Smitten with Riccardo. - How dare you?

I was just joking.

- This mission is your brother's idea. - How do you know?

- Cosimo's brother told me. - What?

Italo wants to be a hero so he can get a medal like yours.

- I will whip him senseless... - Don't you get it?

Violence makes things worse.

Only love and forgiveness reap results.

That didn't seem to work for your orphan!

She went with two boys to find another! Halfway to the whorehouse.

You are insane.

Look.

Our lunch.

- That's Riccardo's slingshot. - No, it's mine.

Liar! Let me see.

If you don't believe me, you're not my friends.

Let me see that slingshot.

You're right.

I stole it from him.

Then...

I wanted to give it back.

I kept thinking I'd do it the next day and the next day.

But I was ashamed.

That's why I want to go free him.

It's my fault they took him.

Why is it your fault?

It's my fault because if Riccardo had this slingshot...

he would've nailed the Krauts in the face.

Come on.

You'll give it back to him in Germany.

He'll be thrilled.

Freed with slingshot.

What could be better?

With all this chitchat, the rabbit ran off.

I have an idea...

we'll go "confuscate" some food.

What's "confuscate" mean?

"Confuscate" means that if you're a soldier,

you can go into people's homes and take what you need.

Even a female, if you're an adult.

Modern-day comforts!

Yikes, he's a beast!

How'll we "confuscate" an ogre?

I stole it from my brother's wallet.

Are you good at math?

Top of the class. But I won't touch anything from your undies.

Girls...

"Boys"...

Play the starving orphan so they give you more stuff.

Wowzers! Now I know why you stole it.

Food!

Finally!

Hurry, I'm starved.

What else?

300 liras just for this? You got duped.

- You suck at math! - No, I don't.

I never had parents who sent me shopping.

- I don't know what things cost. - Why didn't you say so?

I was embarrassed.

My turn.

I'll go get the money back.

What's he doing?

Enough, now it's my turn.

Misers! I let them keep the money.

I felt sorry for them.

He stole a chicken. Death is chasing him.

Grab our things.

Guys, look what I got! Time to eat!

Run!

- Vanda, got our stuff? - Yes.

I almost got caught! Let's go, guys!

What's he doing?

Fine, I'll be merciful

and apologize.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I overdid it.

Are you insane? That wound's infected.

- Are you insane? - I'm a nurse.

This infection needs to be cleaned and drained.

I'm not so sure...

Sorry, this will hurt.

No, no!

No, enough!

- Enough! - Pray.

Pray, my foot!

I caught it, now you cook it.

We have to kill it first. Vanda...

You're the cook.

Are you nuts?! Here.

Idea!

- Hold it. - Let's scare it.

- Why? - So it'll die of fear.

Right!

Nope.

Smart... yelling at an earless animal.

We could take it with us and have fresh eggs every day.

You're right! It'll be our good luck charm.

Let's call it... Riccarda.

Nice! We'll go save Riccardo with Riccarda.

Singing, to distract our hunger.

No, I'm the leader, follow my orders.

What orders?

We'll go free Riccardo with Riccarda...

Singing, to distract our hunger.

We said that!

He shines in his Fascist Youth

We are the spark of love which one day

Sprung out of his heart, hooray

I like being on missions, I want to be a hero when I grow up.

Call that a job?

Not now, but in peacetime, yes.

If you want to save a friend or relative, call me and pay me.

I think...

I want a job...

where I see lots of people and travel the world.

Like a mailman?

Why not!

Look!

Last one there is a scaredy-cat.

Whoa!

It's like a pirate cave.

Sandokan!

There's an echo.

A pack of wolves!

A pack of chickens!

A pack of sheep!

I knew it! It's my father, he's looking for us.

- We surrender. - Shut up!

You think your dad would be shooting?

It's not him.

Run!

That was a close call.

Luckily we survived.

- How's your leg? - Better.

See? It had to be drained.

Yes, but we've been walking for 30 hours.

Rest or you'll collapse.

Me?

Let's go ask for food in that village.

Who says they'll give us food?

A tavern! Woman of little faith.

- Come on. - "Woman of little faith"? Me?!

After you.

Hello, what's on the menu?

Whatever we have: 20 liras a person.

I heard the Nazis and Fascists are carrying out raids.

- They're after Pizzocchi. - For sure.

He and "She-Devil" killed an official.

- Hope they don't catch him. - Go Pizzocchi!

Sorry, but I hate violence.

But you had no problem kicking my wound.

That knife would've caused you more pain.

Drink up.

- A den of rebels. - No, they're farmers.

You can't imagine the pain and rage your war caused.

You lost, but not at the front...

You lost here,

in taverns.

Are you anti-Fascist?

I'm Christian,

and I'll never forgive your alliance with evil Hitler.

- But forgiveness is your creed. - Nuns sin too.

Sinner?

Not in that sense.

- Not bad, right? - Yes.

Why isn't it laying eggs? Is it constipated?

If I had castor oil, it would be shitting out eggs.

You only brought one tent?

Where'll I sleep?

Here, with us.

Easy for you to say, a boy's reputation can't be ruined.

- Huh? - Listen...

Would you marry a girl who already slept with a boy?

I already have no parents, I need to have a husband at least.

But you can't ruin your reputation if there's no bed!

- True. - What do you know?

And you're in uniform...

Sister Agnese says if a girl lies with a soldier, she's tainted.

Well, if Sister Agnese says so...

It's been two nights already.

How can they not miss home?

Guess they don't like their homes much.

Please! Italo wants for nothing!

Then why'd he run away? When did you last play with him?

I'm not just referring to your brother...

but to Vanda too.

You know...

many years ago,

one night I prayed for God

to send gifts to the orphanage.

The next morning I found a coat

with Vanda wrapped in it.

Now she wants to leave

and find a family, rightfully so.

Rightfully so.

I thought that offerings

would ease the pain of one-sided love.

But...

Are you okay?

Why'd you make me drink?!

Come on, you can't sleep outdoors.

What if the soldiers come back?

Yeah. Spirits and ghosts usually roam around here.

And The Deadling, he'll snatch you up!

Relax, Riccarda will watch over me.

A chicken?!

A chicken's no match for The Deadling.

He'll snatch the chicken and shred it...

- With his fangs. - What fangs? Dummy!

- He has claws! - You're the dummy.

He slithers, you won't even see him coming.

He slithers in the water and then flies out and grabs you...

- Huge wings. - Right.

- He'll bite into you... - All right, all right.

I'll sleep in the tent.

But don't tell Riccardo's parents.

I knew it. You're engaged to him?

Engaged? Much more.

Married?

We even spent time alone.

He'd come visit me at the orphanage.

I care for you...

as more than a friend.

I wanted to ask...

well...

if you'd like to be my...

- Your? - My sister.

Did I say something wrong?

That's the nicest thing I've ever heard in my life.

But... is it dangerous?

No, in the Jewish ghetto we gave the Germans all the gold we had.

Even my parents' wedding rings.

In exchange, they promised not to harm us.

But...

would you like to have Jewish parents?

I'd love it.

If they'd adopted you...

you'd be in Germany now too.

The Deadling! I saw him!

Quick, into the tent!

- Hurry! - Zip it.

We need to rest. Innkeeper! Two rooms.

I only have one and I'm storing pumpkins in it.

20 liras.

- We'll make do. - Make do?

- I won't lie with a soldier. - Please!

Quit making vulgar gestures!

It's not what you think.

It's dangerous to go around alone.

I know what's dangerous.

Relax.

I'll sleep on the floor.

It's not water.

Rotten bastards!

Don't!

Serves him right.

What are you laughing about?! What's so funny?

- Innkeeper, two warm baths. - 5 liras each.

For 10, Maria will wash your clothes and dry them by tomorrow.

All right.

These clothes are a bit short.

It's just for tonight. Do you have a ball to go to?

The room's upstairs, follow the smell of pumpkins.

- Let's go. - Okay?

Okay.

Guys.

Vanda, Cosimo!

Wake up.

- What? What? - I heard something.

What's that?

It's gone, it's nothing, just the wind.

No, it's the soldiers!

It's not the soldiers, it's The Deadling!

- Give me the blanket. - Hide.

Relax, I was about to go pay.

Empty!

- Empty? - I had 300 liras in here.

Now what?

Are they still here?

- Let's run. - Run?

- But we didn't pay. - Quick!

Go knock on the door, wake them up.

I need to get some pumpkins.

Jump.

Don't look, close your eyes.

But how'll you catch me?

I'll open my eyes then.

- Close them. - Open or closed?!

Open, but don't look.

Maria! I need some pumpkins.

Riccarda!

I knew The Deadling was going to eat her!

She sacrificed herself so The Deadling wouldn't snatch us.

Hi, Riccarda!

I've never heard a chicken go cock-a-doodle-doo.

'Cause it's not a chicken, it's a rooster.

That's why it didn't lay eggs.

We can't call it Riccarda.

How about...

Riccardo!

Why not? A good luck charm named Riccardo is even better.

For sure.

I can't contact my father.

We could've asked the militia for help but...

That railroader saw them get off the train here yesterday.

That's great news, so why the long face?

Because I feel naked without my habit.

Everyone's staring.

Come on, soldierette, we'll reach them by nightfall.

Hope the kids didn't see them.

I'm not sleeping in the tent with you again.

- Because of your reputation? - No, because you stink.

Last one in is a stinky goat!

No, stop! Wait!

It's cold!

You have to get wet to wash up.

Guys!

I made a spear.

I'll fish some tuna and we can eat it.

Silly! Tuna is found in the sea!

Really?

Imagine if we're given the Duce's medal?!

My dad would be proud.

Mine wouldn't.

Why'd they banish him?

One night...

he was drunk and said something bad.

What?

He's embarrassed to say it.

He said Mussolini is a shitbag.

- Sorry, Duce! - So what?

Drunk people always talk nonsense.

They banished him just for that?

What can I say? They made a mistake.

- Like with Riccardo. - They make lots of mistakes.

Hey, you try overseeing an empire. You'd make mistakes too.

Death to the Fascists, long live Pizzocchi!

My uniform!

- I put St. John's wort on it. - Good.

Don't touch! Let it works its magic.

I need to freshen up.

Okay.

Turn around.

The more you bring attention to it,

the more you make me want to look.

I've always said: the church leads us to sin.

Too cold! I can't wash up.

Then I will.

My help comes from the Lord

My help comes from the Lord...

Armed men.

Stand down.

Gimme that gun.

Got you, Pizzocchi.

Who's Pizzocchi? I'm captain Vittorio Barocci...

- Actually, centurion. - A big shot, a centurion.

- Wow! - Where's your uniform?

- I had a problem. - A problem?

- Yes. - Where are the rest of your troops?

I'm on leave for a wound.

- A shirker! - No such thing, I'm on sick leave!

- For a war wound. - Sure, a war wound...

Lieutenant, this centurion has a bunch of problems.

- His uniform, the wound... - Yes.

- Sick leave... - To the camp!

- What camp? - Move, Pizzocchi! Come on!

I'm not Pizzocchi! Contact my father, Anacleto Barocci.

- Your cohorts' names, Pizzocchi. - I'm Barocci's son.

And I'm a nun from Saint Venusta convent,

Piazza Sant'Apollonia, Rome.

Does she look like a nun to you,

or like She-Devil, who even turns on corpses?

As you Communists say...

each according to his needs.

Does someone need a pretty lady?

- Me! - Me!

Touch her and I'll kill you.

Good job, Pizzocchi! Defend your comrade.

Good job.

Give us the names or we'll execute you tomorrow morning.

Put them in the stable.

Give them to the Germans, they'll make them talk.

I'm sure the girl will convince him.

Lord, forgive them, they know not what they do.

They know very well, that's the problem.

Rebels can be executed without a trial.

Let's go into that home and "confuscate" all their food.

Follow me!

No more being bullied by yokels.

Make sure you look mean.

Meaner, Vanda. Come on, Italo!

We're hungry!

So are we.

My daughter... she can't even breastfeed.

Broth?

No, we can't eat Riccardo.

Let's share like family, everyone...

gets a piece with skin.

Here.

My daughter... can she have two?

Fat helps produce milk.

Here.

I'm going home.

What? We have to free Riccardo.

Exactly! Think the Germans will listen to someone in my state?

If you go back, you're a coward like Major "Bagaglio".

- Who is that? - Dunno, but he ran away.

- Like this sissy. - Shut up, son of a subversive!

No, dad was just drunk.

Liar, he's a Communist who was banished.

And your dad's old, he had you to make the Duce happy.

Liar, I'll kill you.

Stop it!

- Get lost! - Don't push me.

I see Germans there.

And The Deadling. Pitch the tent before it rains.

Enough bullshit!

Lord, thank you for not abandoning me.

We're being executed and you're thanking him?

God works in mysterious ways.

Maybe our death will help save the children.

Enough bullshit.

Be honest for once:

you're scared.

You hate your God right now.

God is love.

You sound angry.

Yes! I am angry with him.

Not for me, but because he let the church stand idly by.

All those innocent kids were forced to run.

Why, Lord?

Why?

Good, it's about time.

Aren't you afraid to die?

I'm a soldier, I've learned to coexist with death.

And you like it?

I...

I don't want a subversive dad.

Subversives...

get executed.

It's sad not having parents.

But it's even sadder when you have them and they die.

I dream of my mom every night.

What do you dream?

That she's hugging me.

You're feverish.

You'll lose your leg to the infection.

Who cares, we're going to be executed.

But...

before dying there's something I need to get off my chest.

One day in Africa, I found some lost companions.

They were in low spirits.

Deaths, causalities, nasty food...

And so, the Major...

to boost their spirits, made up the story of the prisoner

heroically snatched from the Brits.

So it's not true? It was a lie?

I'm a shirker, not a hero.

I wanted to be worthy of the medal

but my father wouldn't let me go back after I got wounded.

- Feel free to despise me. - I don't despise you.

I prefer shirkers to heroes anyway.

Would...

you hug me?

I don't mean it in that way, but...

I feel so cold...

Never mind.

They called me chickenshit.

When it was time to fight...

I'd run off.

My father found out.

One night at dinner with all our relatives he said:

"Two brothers.

One is a hero,

the other is chickenshit".

When they gave me a Fascist Youth uniform,

I felt Fascist courage running through my veins.

I beat a few kids up.

But now my uniform's gone,

so I'm chickenshit again.

Nobody loves a chickenshit.

Not even his father.

When we get our medals, we'll give them to you.

Your dad will be proud.

No.

Without my uniform I can't do it.

I'm going home.

Ten hut!

The platoon wants you as commander.

Your uniform.

This is a tablecloth.

But it looks like the Fascist frogmen uniform,

I saw a picture in a magazine. Right, Vanda?

Yes, I saw it too. Plus, this will make you look taller.

For real?

I cut these one by one last night with Vanda's nail scissors.

My hands are still aching.

Who cares? Need I say more?

Who cares? I'll do what I want

Soldiers!

It's my brother, he's looking for us.

And Sister Agnese.

- What's she wearing? - Lemme see.

But I think...

they're prisoners.

- Platoon! - Cosimo.

In position!

- Let's go. - Where?

Ten hut!

If I weren't about to die

and if you weren't a nun, I'd ask you out.

Load!

- Would you accept? - Aim!

Yes.

An attack!

No!

Commander Italo! No!

You were our everything, Italo.

I just tripped, I'm not dead.

Damn branch.

Stop! Stop! Don't shoot! They're children.

Run!

Let go!

Grab him!

Help, help!

Run, Italo!

Cosimo!

You'll never catch me, shitbags!

I'll sort you out now.

Let go!

- Italo! - Vanda!

Vanda... Italo...

Pizzocchi's kids!

Too bad we can't kill them young.

We have in the past.

Lieutenants, they're kids.

They're kids now, but they'll become rebels at 13.

Rebels? I'm more Fascist than you.

You don't recognize my frogman uniform? "Hey" Hitler!

- What did you say? - "Hey" Hitler!

Quit laughing.

I'm General Barocci's son and he's my brother the war hero.

Told you.

So you're the war hero's brother? And who's she?

Sister Agnese, from Saint Venusta convent.

And where might this convent be?

Piazza Sant'Apollonia 5, in Rome.

The kids said the same lies as the adults.

Lies? I have secret proof with me.

We'll finally see what it is.

- What's that? - I had a problem...

The Pizzocchi family is chock-full of problems.

They're with Barocci, photos don't lie.

General Lang too.

You Italians always mess up!

Free them!

Gimme the secret proof.

Sorry. Your companions made a mistake.

Lieutenant, we'd better slither away quickly or they'll kick our asses.

The quinine worked, you're doing better.

My lemon liqueur helped too.

- The homegrown lemons... - Enough!

You're both assholes.

So maybe you're good soldiers.

You liked the lemon liqueur!

- I must get back to Rome. - Come with us.

We're going to the station for a special cargo.

- Are we ready? - Move it.

I deserve a whipping.

Nonsense, you deserve a medal like mine.

- You saved a fellow Fascist. - Who?

Me!

Dad will be proud.

I missed you so much.

Me too.

I don't want to be adopted by two parents,

why can't I have you as my mother?

You can! But don't tell Mother Superior.

What about God? He sees everything.

God wants children to be happy.

What are you doing there? Come here.

Come here.

We're ready, shall we go?

Platoon, ten hut.

Load in! One, two...

One, two!

Wow, they're all following the frogman commander's orders.

Because he's the commander.

On the double!

You'll have to wait 3 hours for the train to Rome.

If he sees us, he'll clobber us.

- Don't wander off! - Vanda.

Okay.

Careful, brats!

I knew it, the secret proof works.

We could've brought home Riccardo with this.

You're right.

It's a shame to turn back now.

So?

Friday or Saturday?

What?

Our date.

What date? You're mistaken.

- I said yes to be nice. - Then you lied.

No, I wanted you to die happy.

You men are fragile.

But seeing that eating is a necessity,

and if you don't try anything, I'd gladly have dinner with you.

All right.

We'll see.

See what?

Is this our train?

I'll ask.

- What's up? - We're loading more Jews on the train.

It's not your train, stay put.

No way...

This train's going to Riccardo's camp.

Let's send him a note.

I have a better idea.

Where's he going?

Stop!

What the...?!

He's going to save Riccardo!

Show him the secret proof.

He did it, hooray!

Come back with Riccardo!

Yes!

When Italo's brother found out, he kicked up a fuss

but nobody could stop the Jewish trains.

But we never found out Italo's date of death.

He wasn't in the records.

Amongst the 2,091 Jews deported from Rome, there were 281 children.

None of them returned.

Hello?

Yes, mom, I'm with grandma and grandpa.

Yes, I know today's the anniversary.

Yes, I know grandpa had a heart attack.

Yes, we're watching TV.

All right, bye.

So this is where you were children for the last time.