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- No good. - Faster?

No, slower.

Your rhythm is compromising the hole's caliber

and you're not allowing the residue to fall.

- Yes, but... - Please don't interrupt.

You're not pausing properly. The only hole will be in your thumb.

- But I... - You have eight seconds...

One, one, one... pause...

One, one, one... pause... Go to it.

- Keep going with the R50! - Right.

Listen, Badalamenti.

The laminators are running behind.

We have to take care of it...

fast, fast, fast!

Otherwise...

- Badelamenti, Antonio. - No. Bad-A-lamenti...

- Fifteen days vacation. - Fifteen?

Then I get the rest of my bonus.

Sure. Sign here.

Right...

- Thanks. - Hey, my pen!

Department Head Badalamenti to see Dr. Zanchi...

- You are...? - Badalamenti.

Wait there.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

Sir, Mr. Badalamenti is here.

Send him in.

Go in.

Merci beaucoup.

May I?

Young man...

Please come in.

Sit down.

Cigarette?

You wish to convert your bonus into vacation time?

I've given up vacation for work for so many years.

Thank you, sir.

I'm taking my family to my hometown.

My folks never met them.

And we're allowing you to do so.

I don't smoke.

Your record has been exemplary.

It proves the Sicilian technician now equals his counterpart in Turin

or Milan. Even the Germans.

The modern Sicilian, as they say,

can hold his head up high in Europe and the world.

Excuse me, sir, are you Sicilian yourself?

- No, I'm from Trenton. - Veneto?

Trenton, New Jersey, U.S.A. My folks came from Calamo.

Calamo! My hometown!

Precisely. I noticed it when signing your leave.

So in Calamo you must know...

Absolutely everyone.

I meant Don Vincenzo.

Who doesn't know him?

Everyone knows him and he knows everyone.

We're all in his heart.

I remember being a kid

at the Villa Traglia-Daragn�, managed by Don Vincenzo...

- Do me a small favor? - A hundred.

Take Don Vincenzo this gift.

- From some mutual friends. - Gladly.

It's very valuable.

- Don't worry, sir. - Give it to him personally.

- It's a great, great honor. - Good.

- Then... - Tell me, sir...

Thank you and have a safe trip.

Thank you. Very kind of you.

The door.

Let's move it!

Hey, Marta!

Is that you?

- Did you remember everything? - Sure.

Suitcase repaired, laundry,

cakes, blue dress.

Why the blue dress? For parties?

No, for Sunday mass.

- Got the gifts? - Sure.

- What did you get? - What?

- What did you buy? - I got everything downtown.

I trust your taste.

Still not dressed? Hurry up,

or we'll miss the train. Can't you step on it?

I'm doing my best.

I haven't had a moment's rest.

I can't even feel my legs anymore. Anyway, Sicily won't run away.

Sicily won't, but the train will.

If we miss the 3:10, it'll upset our plans.

Wouldn't it be better if we left in the morning?

Don't be silly. I've got it all planned.

Reserved seats on a comfortable train,

depart today at 3:10, arrive Bologna at 5:31.

Just in time for a nice lunch of hot tortellini.

Coffee in Firenze, arrive in Rome at 11.

We'll buy pillows to sleep.

Tomorrow at 10:07, we board the Sicily ferry, fresh as daisies.

Know what would happen if we left tomorrow?

We'd get there a day or two late.

Gee, what a disaster.

Mommy! Daddy! Telephone!

It's long distance.

I'll get it.

Badalamenti residence...

Mommy! Daddy! It's Grandma and Grandpa!

Come here a second.

Ciao, Dad... We're leaving now... Fifteen days...

I know. We won't make it to Bellagio.

Marta, we're running late!

Let me talk.

- Get ready, girls. - Antonio wants to say hello.

Kisses... I'll write.

Hello, Papa...

We're just leaving...

No, don't worry.

What? Typhus vaccine?

Dad, it's just my hometown,

not Mau Mau Land.

Careful, girls. Watch your step.

Give me your hand.

Keep to one side, girls. Thank you, Sister.

Let's go now. Quick!

It's so windy at night.

A humid wind, hot during the day...

But the two weeks will fly by.

I'll come home early if I feel sick.

Here we are. Seats 2, 7, 9, 27, 29.

See? The reservation worked.

A minute later and we'd have missed it.

It's leaving... Away from the window and sit down.

Just smell that air!

We're here! Marta! Cinzia! Caterina! Wake up!

We're on the sea! Look, girls!

Let's go up on the bridge. Quick!

Hurry up, girls.

Look over there!

Sicily!

Island of the sun and Cyclops... inspiration to all the poets!

What's the matter, Marta?

Nothing. I was just watching Italy fade away.

I feel strange.

And this isn't Italy?

We're not even separated anymore.

Look up there.

The world's biggest power line unites us to the continent.

Four years of hard labor.

Through those wires

run millions of kilowatts... And tomorrow the bridge!

Happy?

You bet.

Marta, after so many years...

And you'll be happy, too. You'll see.

Look,

that's Messina.

Just smell it. The oranges, the lemons.

Let's go to the other side and watch the boat dock.

Look, we're arriving.

- What's so funny, Marta? - Nothing.

I know what you're thinking.

Go on and say it. You, too, girls.

"Hey! Hey! Fresh off the boat!"

Very funny.

Mama, I'm tired.

Don't fall asleep now, girls. We're there.

We sure are. Italy has vanished.

Cinzia! Caterina! Look! A Sicilian carriage!

Isn't it beautiful? Only my country makes such beautiful carriages!

Such workmanship.

The painted warriors, Rinaldo, the great paladino...

The hero of the Holy Land... the cruel Saladino.

This is Sicily, hospitable and joyful!

They're shoeing a horse, girls!

- Look. - It's nothing. Someone died.

It's an old custom. His friends are throwing a party for him.

How'd he die?

- Two bullets. - Right... Let's go.

Nino! Nino's here!

Mama! Papa! Nino's here!

Papa!

My handsome Papa!

You look great!

Marta, this is my Papa! Girls, give my Papa a kiss!

Rosalia! Beautiful Rosalia! Marta, my sister!

Some new hair!

My cousin Carmine!

And his beautiful wife Nedda!

And is this your son? When did he arrive?

These are my little girls!

Tony, handsome Tony!

Strong as an oak!

Auntie Ninfa!

You still with us?

No hello for your Mama?

Your Mama? No hello?

Mama!

I'm your Aunt Carmela.

My beautiful Mama!

Let me look at you, Mommy!

These are your granddaughters.

Kiss your grandma... kiss your grandma.

Mama, this is my wife Marta.

- Papa, Mama. The silver bed? - Why not?

Marta, see the silver bed? It's an old custom.

Every newly married Badalamenti sleeps in it.

You'll be comfortable and left alone here.

No one will disturb you.

And the new dining room you wrote about?

- Did you use the money I sent? - I got it.

Was the trip hard?

No, perfect.

You bought a car?

You need one in Milan.

- Auntie, you look the same. - No, I'm old.

What's this? The pictures!

Papa, you had them enlarged?

How thoughtful.

Look, the cap and gun. I was always hunting.

I was 20 here. A bald soldier.

I'm playing the mandolin here.

Look at my wavy hair.

That was the fashion then... Marta, let's see the gifts.

Not really gifts. Just little things.

This one's for Mama.

- Pretty colors! - She has taste.

Happy, Mama?

This is for you. Hope it fits.

You look so chic, Rosalia. It's real Milan fashion.

And this one's for Papa.

All this for Papa! What do we have here?

Ah, a wallet!

And a panettone for everyone!

What else for Papa?

- You got him gloves? - I shouldn't have?

- You never told me... - Sure I told you.

Yes, that he's crippled...

Don't worry. It's no disgrace.

Why shouldn't I wear gloves?

- Come see the house. - See what kind of man he is?

Here's Rosalia's new sewing room.

Very nice.

- I'm glad about your new job. - I did my best.

You could be a seamstress in a fashion house. Eh, Marta?

She worries about her mustache... What's wrong? Dad's hand?

- How did it happen? - Just a game among friends.

A guy pointed a gun, he said "stop" and he lost his hand. Just like that.

Let's see the new terrace.

Everything's exactly as I left it!

And the new living room?

It's a surprise. Wonderful. Wait'll you see it.

We're eating outdoors for now. After all, it's summer. Like it?

Beautiful, elegant, such rich-looking furniture.

Looks really nice here.

And much more spacious this way.

Marta, come here.

Look, Marta, that's Calamo... the cathedral, Monte Calvario.

Ever see an outdoor living room? Charming, isn't it?

- Sure, but what if it rains? - Rain?

How could it rain with a blue sky like that?

Gather 'round, everyone. Now I really feel at home.

Are you hungry? We're setting the table.

Here's the land, between Roccatello and Canizzano.

Calogero wants 50 lire a square meter. I can't afford it.

Don't worry. We'll go talk to him.

We'll become landowners ourselves, build a nice house

where you can vacation with the girls.

Happy?

She's shy, but the idea tickles her.

Just caught today!

- What is it? - Fried swordfish.

If you prefer hake marinara, we've got that, too.

Just a small piece.

Nice and fresh. It won't hurt you.

I don't like that sweater.

Why not?

It's indecent.

That's what they wear in Milan.

Progress! Female emancipation!

Opening night at La Scala is all naked backs!

Rosalia is refined.

She's engaged... Engaged and nothing else.

Rosalia engaged?

- To who? - Domenico Legasi.

- Since when? - Two and a half years.

- You never wrote me about it. - It wasn't official yet.

- What does Domenico Legasi do? - He sits.

Works in an office?

No, he sits. Our way of saying he's unemployed.

I'd let them marry, but it'd be another mouth to feed.

Domenico wouldn't go for it. He's a hard worker, but unlucky.

Pass me the eggplant.

Have the second course.

- And my old pals? Ignazio Miccich�? - He moved away.

- Ciccio Lacan�? - Emigrated.

- And Alfio Cal�? - In prison.

What for?

For being a man of honor.

And Fil�?

Dead?

He dug his own grave.

- What does he mean? - He betrayed his friends.

Got into politics,

bought himself a motorbike and began showing off. Screw him!

What about Tot� Primitera, Nicola Scardaci, lano Nicocia?

All well. But you, my son,

are the luckiest, even if you deserve it. Don't forget it.

Who forgot? After lunch I'll pay my respects to Don Vincenzo.

I've got something for him from a big wheel at my company.

He's from Calamo, even if he is an American.

Sorry. The smoke bothers you?

They're just not used to seeing a woman smoke.

Well, if it doesn't bother them... I always have a cigarette...

at the end of the meal.

End of the meal?

Those were the appetizers! The meal hasn't even started!

Ferruccia, the pasta!

Here's something we don't have in Milan!

It's a delicacy, dear cousin Marta.

The sauce is black as ink.

I'm back...

in Calamo!

What a joy!

And water flows here, and it flows there!

FOR MY DEAR SON-IN-LAW

FOR MY WIFE

FOR MY BROTHER

They're the dearly departed.

It's an old custom. The memories will never die.

The inscriptions keep their memories alive.

Sorry to ask you to do this,

but seeing Don Vincenzo is my duty.

To you maybe! We could've stayed home!

All that food and now this sun.

Don Vincenzo would be offended.

Who is this Don Vincenzo?

Marta, please! They're watching us.

There's no one around.

Don't shove!

Baciamo le mani!

See that guy?

President of the sports association.

A champion cornuto... Ex-referee.

If it isn't Nino Badalamenti!

Hey, Niccoloso! Girls, over here.

You can't refuse.

No, please. We just ate.

But these are so light and fresh. You never used to say no.

It's a specialty. We can't refuse. Have one, Marta.

Baby lamb guts. A real delicacy.

Fil�'s coming.

Pretend not to notice him.

I know you want to try some, too.

- Good? - Yeah, but I don't want any.

That man said hello to you.

I didn't see anyone.

Is that the one who betrayed his friends?

Thanks so much, Niccoloso.

Come on, girls, it's getting late.

Isn't that Nino?

- Nino! Ninuzzo! Over here! - I told you it was him!

The Milanese big shot's back!

Hey, you Northerner!

My old pals! Great to see you again!

Nicola, Jacopo, Clelio, Turri...

Marta, girls, come here. These are my friends.

Friends, this is my wife.

And these are my girls, Cinzia and Caterina.

This is Cinzia. Say hello like a good girl.

And this is the youngest, Caterina.

What do you say to daddy's friends?

Domenico Legasi, come here!

This is Rosalia's fianc�... Domenico, my wife.

You're a lucky guy, Nino.

- A beautiful woman. - We've got to go.

I'm visiting Don Vincenzo. Say goodbye, girls.

Baciamo le mani!

Here we are.

Freshen up. I want to make a good impression.

If he asks you a question, answer. Make me proud.

Fix your hair.

I know you're tired.

Tomorrow we'll go to the beach.

Is Don Vincenzo in?

Nino Badalamenti to see Don Vincenzo.

He has important guests. He's not seeing anybody.

I'm to deliver this personally.

Personally!

It's personal!

Your friends, huh?

She's just an ignorant woman who doesn't know about me.

She's following orders. I should've called first.

Let's go home, girls.

Wait, Marta.

We can't leave just like that.

You're crazy!

Beautiful!

Nino Badalamenti brought it.

Our friends' names are on it.

An object of great value.

Our American friends do things in a big way, dear uncle.

Rocky Pennisi from Catania...

Mikey Corrado from Catania...

Frankie Sciscione from Caltanissetta...

Johnny Caruso...

Turri Lo Prete...

Tommy Cefal�...

Tommy Natale...

Frankie Scellor�...

Rosario Patan�...

One name's missing, just as we thought.

Pescalise di Calamo.

He dug his own grave.

Too bad for him.

Go get Nino.

Nino Badalamenti! Don Vincenzo wants you!

It's a really beautiful heart. So elegant.

Such beautiful stones.

Gorgeous! Magnificent!

A sign of devotion.

It should be displayed on Santa Rosalia's Day.

You do things well, Don Peccone.

Not everything. Like having to leave you so quickly,

after such hospitality.

You won't have dessert with us? Sorbetto?

You'll make me miss my penance.

I've sinned enough as it is. If you'll excuse me.

My respects, ladies.

Dear Don Vincenzo, I'll do all I can for you.

This way I'll do good for all Sicily.

But it's a big deal. The northern firms

all want a piece of the action.

My esteemed friend, I'm an old man now.

I want to be remembered for leaving the reservoir to these desperate people.

What can these Northerners do?

They don't know Sicily. Remember the laco River business?

They didn't scratch our backs, so their machinery caught fire.

How come they still don't trust us?

We know our poor people.

Instead they go to the police.

But what do the police have to do with it?

I know, I know... But keep the costs down.

Trust us. We know how to deal with these people.

We have our price list.

- When do you leave? - My flight's at six.

You have plenty of time. My nephew Liborio will take you.

Gaspare!

Right here, Don Vincenzo.

Give the gentleman a shave.

Right away, Don Vincenzo... This way, please.

Can I go watch?

I hardly recognized you.

God bless you.

Marta, girls! Say hello to Don Vincenzo.

- Sorry Nicoletta didn't let you in. - It's nothing.

She's even dumber than my father.

Thank you for the package.

This is my family.

Beautiful girls... How long are you staying?

Twelve days.

Do you like our town?

Yes, it's very beautiful.

The lies of a woman,

when softened by grace and courtesy, are always welcome.

Witty and sarcastic as ever.

What are your names?

Nino, come here. How are things for you up there?

Everything's beautiful... work, home...

all thanks to your generosity, Don Vincenzo.

You always stood out. And that makes us all happy.

One of our sons does honor to Sicily.

Always, Don Vincenzo.

I expected to see the accounts.

Did you forget?

Better not look at them now, Baroness. They're fairly depressing.

Baroness Manuela? Jesus, she wasn't that black as a kid!

She's a bastard.

Did you see her? Last heir of the land Don Vincenzo administers.

Last heir of what's left. Nothing.

Some cassata?

It's homemade.

We've got candied fruit and cannoli for the kids.

Don't be shy.

Have some, Marta.

Marta... cannoli!

Nino's a good kid, don't you think?

A good kid.

Keep an eye on him. He may be the one.

Is this the end of the world?

I think it's the A-Bomb.

So much for your blue skies!

What can I say? Everything's changed.

Keep going! Keep going! More!

This is where you're sleeping?

- You're doing this for us? - Don't give it a thought.

Papa, dear Mama. What do you think of Marta?

- Honestly. - Honestly?

- Yes, honestly. - Stuck up.

She's stuck up.

Stuck up?

A bit of a snob.

- Not at all. - Full of herself.

- No, you're wrong. - She's conceited.

No, she's just shy, modest, very humble.

She's a Northerner. They don't open up so easily.

She was just telling me how much she likes you,

how easy it is to get along with the two of you...

And she thinks you're handsome, Papa, despite your handicap.

- What are you doing? - I'm here, Marta.

I was kissing Mama and Papa good night. They're nuts about you.

They think you're nice, humble, down to earth...

and blonde.

It's true... I'll switch off the light.

Already in dreamland.

They're so tired.

To the ship, men of the sea!

What's so funny?

Are you crying?

I can't take it anymore.

I don't feel welcome here.

Maybe it's my fault, my personality.

Your mother hasn't said a word to me since we arrived.

She stares at me as if I was some kind of exotic animal.

Listen, Marta, let me explain.

My mother just doesn't want to rush to judgment.

When she finally does open up... she'll tell you everything.

She'll know you like a book.

You just have to get used to her. Give it some more time.

More time! The idea of staying two more weeks drives me mad!

Okay, let's make a deal.

Instead of twelve days, we'll stay ten.

We'll spend the last two days with your folks in Bellagio.

Happy now?

You little rascal!

Let's not say anything that might upset my folks.

We'll find some excuse, like...

Like what? Ah, that your mother's dying.

- Antonio! - Too much?

Just kidding. Pretty funny, eh?

Cover up.

My God! What's that?

It's only the hen.

- Where? - Under the bed.

It's not funny.

Are we supposed to sleep with a hen?

Don't wake the girls.

Come here...

Gotcha! Tomorrow we'll make her into a nice broth.

Behave.

The exact terms were

50 lire a square meter. I've got a good memory.

Exactly! So why do you want 200 now?

Did the land change? Did it turn to gold?

No, because now...

Now what?

It's got water.

Water?

- Water, where? - Calling me a liar?

No one did.

I can't read books, but I can sure read looks.

- What are you saying? - I saw the looks between you.

You won't find a more honest man than me!

What are you saying?

You doubting our intentions?

Not doubting, Mama's boy.

Nothing's been signed, so you can't sue me!

You don't understand.

Don't I? Think I'm stupid?

You say there's water. Then show us.

- Come on. - Show us.

This will end badly.

Calm down, Papa.

Here! I feel it! I feel it!

It's here!

Someone shut him up!

Watch your step!

Goddamn monk!

It's here! The water's here!

I don't see anything!

According to my stick,

there's plenty of water here. It's special water.

Mineral water!

Well, it could be mineral water.

- Mineral water? - Maybe.

And plenty of it!

That's why it's now 200 a square meter!

Take it or leave it!

That's baloney!

If a man gives a price, he should stick to it!

You're jacking it up 'cause some monk says there's water?

It wouldn't even be fair

if there was Pepsi-Cola down there.

It's silly to listen to this mumbo-jumbo... Excuse me, Brother...

I say, dig first, bring the water up,

and then maybe you can raise the price!

Oh, yeah?

So I should dig for you?

Are you a beautiful woman? Will I get laid?

Calogero, watch your language!

Watch me smash his face in!

Who's gonna smash whose face?

Let go of me, you cornuto!

What are you doing? Not the knife!

Who's a cornuto?

Stop it!

You're acting like kids!

Let go! He called me cornuto! That bastard!

Damn you and your whole family!

Let me go! I won't touch him.

- Insulting your mama and... - My mama?

If I'm a cornuto, your mama's a whore.

What are you saying? What are you doing?

Know what you can do with that stick, Brother?

It's harder to stay calm than to regress.

Let's act civilized.

Why do they say Sicily's uncivilized? It's very civilized.

And we have to live up to that.

No! We have to act like men!

And that snake was right... you are a woman!

No, Papa, please don't say that.

Fuck off!

Hello, Don Liborio.

Jump in.

I don't think you're what your father says you are.

He's just old and bitter, like all old men.

He's bitter all right.

But Calogero's downright dishonest.

We agreed on 50 lire for the land.

Now it's 200. He wouldn't give in if we killed him.

You want to buy land?

I wanted to.

So you still love your homeland.

Why wouldn't I?

We thought maybe you forgot Sicily and all of us here.

Why?

Thanks for the ride.

Don't you have a cap?

I'll buy you one.

Thanks. That's kind of you.

A nice cap for the gentleman.

What color do you want?

Black or checked?

Black.

Wanna try it on?

Now you're really one of us.

I haven't worn one in years.

See you later, Don Liborio.

I asked you a question, Nino.

I asked if you'd forgotten us.

Didn't I answer you?

No, I didn't forget you.

Then you also didn't forget

that you were once picciotto d'onore.

Of course not.

How could I?

I was 18, Liborio. Those were some times...

The Allies, the chaos, the hunger, the black market...

The lawlessness. This poor land of ours!

And our friends never gave you some important job?

I was a messenger boy.

Once I climbed up Mt. Perrusa to be the lookout.

I did as I was told.

We all remember you, Nino.

You've always been a good picciotto...

What you learned here and here... should never leave here.

Are you trying to offend me?

I never even told my wife.

Besides, who would I talk to? The Northerners?

They only talk about our friends with contempt.

They only know the word Mafioso with no idea what it means.

And for someone who lives in Milan,

a specialized technician... I left that all behind.

Understand?

Left behind?

You can't leave your old friends behind.

Least of all Don Vincenzo.

Of course, it's not even a question.

My mama and papa come first,

then Don Vincenzo. Actually, they're all equal.

- Care to shoot a little? - Why not?

Have a go at it?

Pistol.

I've lost it. You give it a try, Nino.

Me?

- It's been a long time. - Go on.

The bottle?

Still the old hunter.

Fantastic! Real Marsala wine.

How'd you like it, Don Liborio?

Great. Now go on home.

Put your hat on.

This sun's no good for you.

Tot�, nobody told you not to do business with Volponi,

Moravia and Nosso from Carbuto Ferdinando.

But if alienation is an industrialization problem,

doesn't that mean we're all alienated?

What are we otherwise? Happy and contented?

Domenico Legasi, are you happy?

The South's sickness isn't psychological.

It's due to economy and society.

You're wrong. We're psychologically isolated.

People don't communicate.

That's another issue.

They're two sides of the same coin. Sure, we don't communicate.

Among friends we do.

We know all about each other.

But with the ladies, we never communicate.

Hence, alienated. That's why you don't have a clue, Tot�.

Look at how pointy her tits are.

What do you know about it? The varieties are endless.

Last year I was in Palermo to have a tooth infection treated

and I got it on with this chick.

She was from the north and had pointy tits.

Let me set you straight, Mr. Expert. These are Polynesian boobs.

Got anything against Polynesians?

Getting some sun?

You guys are exactly the way I left you eight years ago.

Same sand woman and everything.

Domenico Legasi, you here, too?

Shouldn't you be thinking about a job and marriage?

Thinking fully dressed or half-naked is still thinking.

But thinking isn't enough.

That's all I can do. We're not lucky like you.

Are you jealous?

Sure I'm jealous.

Tell us about the ladies in Milan.

Tell us about your adventures.

Such morbid curiosity.

Masculine curiosity.

To be honest, I never was much of a gigolo.

I mean, I had my share... maybe five or six at the most.

Women?

Let's clear one thing up. It was when I first got to Milan.

Later I got married.

But of all those women, I do remember one in particular.

Her name was Clara. A divorc�e.

Blonde, melancholy, round...

With her clothes on, she looked like an icebox...

but in bed...

she was a tigress on fire.

As the Milanese say,

"Lifeless eyes, burning thighs."

Most Milanese ladies are like that.

Hey guys!

That's my wife!

Watch it! I may live in Milan, but I'm still Sicilian.

You hear me?

Let's take the boat out.

Shouldn't I say hello?

No, just smile.

So long, you loudmouths! Have fun with your sand woman!

Look, girls. Daddy's going to dive in!

To the ship, men of the sea!

I don't see him.

There he is!

Mussels!

They taste of the sea. Smell them.

What time is it?

No idea.

I don't have a watch.

Mr. Antonio Badalamenti is on vacation,

with no timetables, no orders, no obligations...

If anyone asks for me, I'm not available.

- What is it? - Don Vincenzo wants you!

Come on, girls! Take your seats!

- Marta, in the back! - What is it?

Don Vincenzo wants me!

So? There's no need to hurry.

Come in.

Bless you, sir. Are you ill?

Nino, a word between friends is sacred.

I said 50 and 50 it is. The land's yours. Okay?

Leave us, Calogero.

May we be blessed by you for a thousand years!

It's nothing. Friends must help one another.

If you ever should need me,

just say the word and I'm at your command.

Your sea has a marvelous color.

The girls didn't want to leave.

Don't you like the beach?

Sure I do. But I embarrass Domenico.

You really care for this Domenico?

Then listen to me. First you have to get rid of your complex.

What complex?

The one you have about those hairs.

Anything can be fixed.

Trust me?

Then let me take care of you.

That heart from the Americans is priceless.

Really beautiful.

Is it cold?

Right away, Don Vincenzo.

So, Maruzzo?

We're agreed. It's all set.

Who's the picciotto?

Nino Badalamenti. Sound good?

Does he have the stomach for it?

Not only that. He's a great shot and out of the loop.

He'll be back in Milan in a few days with none the wiser.

Then it's decided. I'm off.

May God's will be done.

Rosalia, I have something to tell you!

Coming.

That stuff's arrived.

- What stuff? - Nothing that concerns you.

Sure, I'm always the last to know!

Domenico Legasi doesn't count, ever!

Poor and unlucky!

I'm leaving.

Let him go. It's worse if you run after him.

Greetings, my friends.

Congrats to your sister.

You coming with us tomorrow?

We leave at 3 a.m. For a two-day hunting trip.

Hunting trip?

In Montecaiano, by the woods.

Pheasant, partridges, hares... You name it.

Isn't hunting season over?

Not for Don Vincenzo.

The Traglia family is putting the land at our disposal.

Sorry, but we're leaving.

Vacation over already?

No, I promised my wife we'd visit

her parents in Bellagio.

I always warned you off marriage.

Don't exaggerate.

There are disadvantages and advantages.

Doing what your wife wants isn't a sign of weakness.

Get married, then we'll talk.

Here we are.

You didn't tell me you were going hunting.

I just heard it myself.

If you want to, why not go?

Aren't we leaving?

Look, I've changed my mind.

Your papa convinced me.

He told me so much about you as a boy,

how you loved to hunt.

He insisted, so I had to say yes. Right, Papa?

And I'm happy to stay, too.

Good, so we all love each other.

You've got yourself an understanding wife.

I know. I'm very lucky.

There's the band, girls!

Santa Rosalia!

Stay still!

It's nothing. This is the last one.

Now go take a look at yourself.

Happy?

Come and see.

Gorgeous. A new woman.

Like a flower, Rosalia.

Marta... You're a good woman.

What'd I tell you? Isn't she great?

You were right.

Let me look at you.

So white, smooth as porcelain. Listen, Rosalia,

you better get married before they grow back again.

- How'd you do it? - It was nothing.

You won everyone's heart. I'm so proud of you.

Did you see how impressed Don Liborio was?

They should elect you Wife of the Year 1962.

Don't exaggerate. I didn't do it just for you. I'm happy here, too.

And so are the girls.

What did I tell you, Marta?

Remember? I said,

"Give it time."

Exactly... Give it time.

Now behave.

You have to get up at 2 to go hunting. Go to sleep.

You're an oracle of wisdom, Marta.

Be good. You have to get up early.

All right, I'll be good.

Good night, you meany.

You know, your husband's the best shot around.

Once I saw four hares popping out of their hole.

I sacked two of them.

If only I had that...

Win... Winchester...

I'd have nabbed all four.

I never miss.

I love to shoot.

I'm coming.

How do they fit?

Just fine. Perfect.

Top quality. I traded Cuturo two chickens for them.

He got it from Carmelo Provedera for just one chicken.

Prices go up, Papa.

I kept it like a holy relic. Cleaned and oiled it.

- There's a cartridge inside. - Impossible.

Look, a lottery ticket.

Santa Rosalia! So that's where I put it!

I looked all over for it. I won nearly 20,000 lire,

but some Roman asshole wouldn't pay me! That cornuto!

What can you do? Don't lose your temper.

God bless you, my dear son.

Papa, I'm only going hunting.

And I'm so happy.

Liborio!

Did I scare you?

Me? Why? What are you doing here?

Mind if I come along?

Mind? Why do you say that? The more the merrier.

What's the matter?

This way.

And the friends?

Later. A more important friend's waiting for you.

You?

Nino Badalamenti, give me your hand.

Will you do me a little favor, Nino?

A little favor? Of course.

Nino, you offered to be of service. Remember?

So I recommended you. The friends are happy you'll do it.

Because you are good.

What must I do?

Mama orders and child obeys.

Know who Mama is, Nino?

Of course... I do.

And what does Mama order?

A trip.

Where to?

You'll know when you get back.

And the hunt?

It will be just like hunting. You come back when the hunt's over.

And my family?

What will they think?

You mean your wife and little girls?

You love your family, don't you?

Yes, very much.

We too love them, because we love you.

And we're grateful for what you're doing.

Just what am I doing?

Doing?

Something important, Nino.

But if you wish... you can say no.

Will you say no?

Will I say no?

I say yes.

Here's a letter you're to deliver in person.

It'll take you where you have to go.

You'll always be among friends.

Give me the gun.

Go on, Nino.

Here.

- I have to deliver this letter. - Yeah, I know.

Get in.

Did you piss yet?

- What? - Go ahead.

- Go on. - I don't have to go.

Suit yourself.

- Will the trip be long? - Long and short.

See that suit?

Put it on.

Pull the canvas down.

Oh my God! Santa Rosalia!

Where are they taking me?

A long and short trip, he said.

Fine.

Mama orders, child obeys.

Out.

- Gotta pee. - Over there.

- I'm to deliver this letter. - Not for me.

Sorry...

Where am I? Where are we exactly?

Don't worry about it. Just walk.

Go on.

- Where? - Get in the car.

I've got a letter...

Want a better look?

Yes, do you mind?

- Gorgeous. - Very.

She's hot.

Sit down. Eat.

- I'm just thirsty. - Eat!

I have this letter to deliver.

Sorry. It's not for me.

So tell me what I've got to do. Since I'm here in America...

know what I mean?

- Eat. - I'm really not hungry.

- Then drink. - Happy to.

Good morning.

Let's hope it is a good morning, Nino.

I hear you're a precise guy.

I'm a regular stopwatch.

Your job is simple, but you gotta be real precise.

Here, Nino.

Sit down.

Pay attention, Nino.

Who's that cute little girl?

Nino, see that man?

Look at him closely.

You both look good.

- Looks like a nice guy. - Pay attention.

What's his nose like?

That guy's? Why? Doesn't he have a big one?

And his mustache?

- What mustache? - Perfect!

At last... So the letter's for him.

No, for me.

Drink up.

Drink it down. Real Scotch.

This one goes with the Canadian stuff. And this one with the Scotch.

- Full of vitamins? - Good for the stomach,

nerves, head.

I've got two daughters, Cinzia and Caterina.

Do you have any kids?

That's enough!

Put it in your right pocket.

How d'ya say "lefty"?

- I'm not a lefty. - Right pocket, then.

What's that?

Some things can't be done half-way.

I hear you got a real nice family.

The only way to go back is to go forward.

It's stupid to be scared.

Everything's simple and well-planned. As if it already happened.

We just need you to do one small, stupid thing

that we haven't taken care of yet.

What's on your mind?

I was thinking... why not do this small thing yourselves?

It's gotta be done by a friend nobody knows,

who lives in another country. We all live here.

That's why, when it happens, we'll be at the Piccolo Club.

Some of us will be playing cards, or drinking whisky,

or with some blonde.

Listen...

You'll see a barber shop.

You walk in, calm and relaxed,

do what you have to do and leave, always calm and relaxed.

Don't run. Stay on the sidewalk. Now pay attention.

A truck will be waiting.

One last thing.

You gotta do it first, before you even notice his suit,

'cause he's as precise and quick as you.

It's for your own good. You got a family.

What are your girls' names again?

Catinzia and Citerina.

We always give our girls such beautiful names.

Our Sicily's shaped like a heart.

And that's just what we are,

one great big heart.

Don't you agree, Nino?

There's the barber shop. See it?

There's our friend. He'll cover you.

That's the truck, just 20 feet away.

Understand? Is it all clear?

Nino, that son of a bitch betrayed us...

Don Vincenzo and all our friends.

Now go.

Get out.

Before I left, I took your pen by mistake.

If everyone was like you, it'd be a better world.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Translation and Subtitles: Tommaso Cammarano and Bruce Goldstein