All language subtitles for dos marsha

THE TWO MARSHALS

What happen? Don't you leave any more?

- They bombed the line!
- As? And we don't leave any more?

- I do not know?
- It's the third bombing,
we can't leave here any more!

But I have 48 hours of leave,
including the honeymoon!

I have to get married! But how is it done?

- They stole my suitcase!
- I'm not on duty.

- You must help me!
- Where did they steal it from you?
- Near that priest!

- Didn't the priest see anything?
- No, he was reading the breviary!

- Father!
- To the thief!

Father! We needed
this too! Father, wait!

Do you allow, father? Excuse me.

Forgive me, I'm in a hurry.
A suitcase was stolen.

Do you allow, father? I'm in a
hurry. A suitcase was stolen.

"Ora pro nobis...
bus... S-O-S..."

In short, with all due respect!

Young man, don't you see?
I'm saying the prayers,
it's time for the office.

Go away! Review!
Don't interrupt me!

Capurro Antonio, I had to imagine it!

Distinguished Petty Officer,
you are misunderstanding.

I am a priest, not a "Capurro".
It must be a lookalike case.

Is this also a case of double?
Double bottom, your speciality!

- Requirement!
- My Jesus, I was wrong!

My suitcase contained sacred
vestments, breviaries, candles!

Not bad, when there is health...
Happy Easter with the family!

I've been hunting you for a year,
ever since you got out of jail!

Speak slowly, please! What
does a poor priest look like?

- Don't be a fool. Now
come with me to Naples.
- What am I going to do?

- And then, they're waiting
for me here, I have to say Mass!
- That's enough!

It's unheard of, how can you
think that a poor priest can...

You say it yourself:
can a poor priest steal?

- At what point has
anti-clericalism reached!
- Let's go!

What happens? The mermaid!
You leave me! The mermaid!

Hey marshal! It's over!

The ways of the Lord are infinite.

The Allied landings made
things worse instead of better.

But don't worry, the girl will
stay here with me. Be calm.

I'll hide it in the rectory, but you
have to take the American away.

- Why?
- I have no place.

Don Nicola, where do I put him?
You know this is the safest place!

If you fill my house with Americans
and Jews, where does the security go?

Who do you want to come and disturb you?

Here in Scalitto, Germans and
fascists are raking everything!

All right, I'll keep the American too.

- Don Nicola, we have
brought a wounded man.
- He's a priest!

- He's half undressed!
- We found it like this.
Where do we put it?

Take him over there,
put him on the bed!

- La la!
- He was at the station, among the wounded.
He had a clean tunic.

- It must have been the blast.
- Let's not talk nonsense. Is it serious?

- No, only that he doesn't come to his senses.
- Bring some water.
- I'm going.

A priest in this state!
You have to dress him up!

Do you worry about this? What
matters is what is under the tunic.

How are you feeling, Lia? You ate?

I fear for my parents, they say
the Jews send them to Germany.

They won't make it in time, for the
Americans it's now a piece of cake!

From Sorrento to here
it takes a couple of days.

Finally let's fight together!
Many of us are anti-fascists here!

Are you a fascist?
"All Italian Fascists"!

How will they win the war? They
don't know who they're fighting!

- Carlo, the water!
- Yes

- This one does not revive!
- It must have been the shock!

- I'm going home.
- It's dangerous.

- As a doctor, I can justify
myself, and the lawyer too.
- I'll be back too.

- You who are conscripts,
you must hide here.
- Are you crazy?

The Jew, then the American,
then the priest, now a deserter too!

- But which deserter?
A patriot, Don Nicola!
- Certainly!

Our first duty is to fight against
the Germans and the fascists!

- Capurro, you can't escape me any more!
- He's recovered, thank God!

Who are you?
Where I am? What day is it?

- It's the 8th of September.
- The Immaculate...
- We found you at the station.

Lie down. We priests run fewer risks.

- We priests? Who did me like this?
- Don't worry, it was me.

- How dare you?
- Poor fellow.

- We entrust it to you. Let's go.
- It's better, it's bad air.

Fascists and Germans are
also rounding up the carabinieri!

| carabinieri? Do you
want to drive me crazy?

- It's the truth, they are being arrested
because they are loyal to the king.
- Natural.

Meanwhile the other escapes!
He who runs away is not
worthy of being king!

- Has the king escaped?
- Yes, he went to the Allies.

- From the Germans?
- No, from the Americans.
- But they are our enemies.

They were, now they are allies,
and the Germans are no longer allies…

...because to them
the Allies are enemies.

And they allied themselves
with the fascists against Badoglio!

- Is he still in government?
- No, he ran away.
- I don't understand anything any more.

- Let's not waste time, let's go!
- What are you doing?

- I don't understand anything any more!
- Don't worry, you're not alone.

But what happened?

- At that time?
- You stay here, we'll let you
know when you need to act.

- And when will it be?
- Much sooner than you might think.

The first objective will be to blow up the
bridge where the Germans are passing.

- But how are we going to
do it? - The priest will
receive a parcel with candles.

You will have to intercept it. He's
careful, those candles aren't wax.

- Let's go.

Here we are this time!

But are you, father, really sure
that all the carabinieri are being shot?

Of course! I've been told they've
already shot several of them.

By the grace of God, this
cassock is still respected.

- But where do you have the parish?
- I was in Sorrento.

I have to go to Naples, they are waiting
for me there, I have to get married...

I have to celebrate a wedding,
the bride is waiting for me.

- You must have thought of someone else.
- What are you saying? I have to marry her!

Under these conditions,
you must stay here.

We'll fix those kids together.
You cannot go back to Sorrento.

- I'd like to know what
happened to Capurro!
- And who is Capurro?

Nothing, one I know.
One of my parishioners.

- Run away, marshal!
- I'm not a bersaglieri!

- Escape!
- Who is he?

Run away or they'll arrest you!

- In the name of the law, how dare you?
- Do like the Bersaglieri!

These are fixed
with the Bersaglieri.

- Why are you running?
- We are the Bersaglieri from before!

- Already discharged?
- No! Unmatched, marshal!

They go in random order. Meh!

Permit? Can you enter?

I have nothing left. The
bersaglieri arrived first, they run.

- We didn't understand each other.
- I've run out of clothes.

What do I care about clothes?

I'm a marshal of the carabinieri,
in the barracks we have lots of clothes.

I'm here to requisition.
Is there anything required?

Bread, pasta, wine, butter, a few dead
chickens, even if you want them alive?

I have nothing left. Better take off your
uniform and walk around in your underwear.

Enough, she bored me!
Thank God she's a woman!

Indeed, a big woman, a false skinny!
Do you know that I could even arrest you?

- Hände hoch!
- Hands up! Do you understand?

- As? Do you want them higher?
- Silence!

"You may not know that
this uniform is very important."

- Marshal of the Carabinieri!
- They give me something...

- Then you really want to die!
- Of course, I want to live.

I just wanted to prevent you
from making a tragic mistake.

A marshal of the carabinieri
cannot be killed like this, on the spot!

| carabinieri are faithful throughout
the ages, faithful to the king!

- Good boy. You have
a lot of courage, I like you.
- Modestly!

I've always said it: we understand each
other between comrades and soldiers!

- Comrade, welcome!
- Hands up!

- The carabinieri are all
"kaputt", to the wall!
- What did they do?

- They're all outlaws!
- He could have said that sooner!

I am an outlaw par excellence!
"Anti-Carabiniere"!

- Marshal Vittorio Cotone. Well.
- Take him out.

- What do you mean, sorry?
- Walk!

I would like to know...

- All right, comrade?
- Yes! Very good!

Have you seen these carrion?

We built Italy in 80 years
and they destroy it in one day.

Will they kill that marshal?

Of course, unless he
joins the fascist army.

That doesn't fit!
He's a policeman!

And then, from his face he seems
worthy of the uniform he wears.

I join unconditionally!

Believe, obey and fight! To
march and not to rot! Am I right?

- Dear Marshal Cotone,
you are reinstated in rank.
- Thank you.

- You will be in charge of the Scalitto station.
- Do I become the boss?
- Yes.

I wallow in the stations!
Let alone as a station master!

Please keep the hat.

- You will be very 'useful' to us.
- Very?
- Useful. - Yes.

"Very difficult situation
in this country"...

..."because the population is
against the head of the republic".

- Clear?
- Yes sir!

"Population contrary to
your head of the republic..."

..."and at our beachhead".

- The Führer.
- What does it have to do with it?

The Duce is the head of the
republic, the Führer is the bridgehead.

- "Bridgehead we Germans"!
- "Jawohl"!

"Population indignant because we
have built a bridgehead on the river".

- Oh yes?
- Yes! Understood? - Yes!
- Head against Americans! - Good boy!

Every American, a "head shot",
down to the ground! I admire!

- Understood?
- Goodbye, My Commander!

- We have removed the "R".
- Thanks!

- "Take your place"!
- Thank you!

- "Bitte".
- As? - "Bitte".
- I gladly accept a bitter.

- Sit down!
- He offered me the bitter...

Be careful, otherwise you end
up like the other commander.

- And what happened to him?
- Shot.

- Hail, Hitler!
- Hail, Hitler!
- Yes it says: "Hail, Hitler"!

I hit my knee on the table.

- This, marshal, who is he?
- The new commander of the carabinieri.

- But if they don't exist any more!
- Don't worry!

- We'll enlist some auxiliaries,
won't we, Marshal?
- Yes, Lieutenant.

- Who is he? Am I arresting him?
- I'm the mayor!
- Uh...

- Here is the traitor! Let's get rid of it!
- But which traitor?

Is this how a gentleman in
uniform is eliminated on the spot?

I voluntarily joined!
Tell him, sir!

Mr Podestà, Marshal Cotone
has sworn allegiance to us!

Fantastic! I didn't explain myself,
I meant to talk about the paintings!

- Take off those paintings!
- I didn't put any pictures!

- I'm not talking about
you, but about that marshal!
- Ah, well...

- To us!
- Hail, Hitler!
- Hail! - What happens?

- Why didn't you say: "Hail"?
- Because I didn't get hurt.

- Look at him, he still wears the stars!
- Well?

Don't trust this man!
We fascists keep order!

For the people, you are like smoke
and mirrors, worse than us Germans!

We need Marshal Cotone
to put the country in order!

- But that's not possible!
- Silence!
- Ah! "You damn them"!

- Remember that I'm in charge here!
- Absolutely!

Lieutenant, if this Pennica bothers you,
I'll arrest him immediately.

You have to arrest only saboteurs,
spies, whisperers!

- The mayor murmured.
- Pick the men and get to work.

But there are my men!

Finish with his men and
obey the lieutenant! Mayor!

- Let's arrest him, go...
- Silence!
- Silence!

I don't want fascists,
I want carabinieri!

With the marshal we will
enlist all the carabinieri I want!

- They will be auxiliary volunteers!
- Take that!

- Montaldo, Giraldi, let's go!
- Pennica!
- Pennica!

- Hail, Hitler!
- Hail, Hitler!

Excuse the question: how do
we do for the volunteers' uniforms?

"Nein" uniforms,
"enough arm band".

- Like those of mourning!
- Already.
- Leave it to me!

- Greetings, Don Nicola.
- Good morning, children. Novelty?

They arrested a marshal of the carabinieri!

Here comes the "fetentone".

That marshal of the carabinieri
has joined our republic!

But if that bastard plays a
double game, you'll all pay!

To us!

- To you and all your family.
- Be careful, children!

- More caution than that!
- They're all scared!

- Now the carabinieri are also joining.
- Maybe that's playing a double game.

- In that case, they would have warned us.
- Better not to trust.

- Jesus be praised!
- I kiss your hands, Don Nicola.

- Maybe it's best to
warn him about the parcel.
- Why? Ninth!

It's better that he doesn't know.
The priests get scared.

And then, it is enough for the
package to arrive at the rectory.

Carlo knows it and has it delivered.

Father? Father?

I tell her, father. Allows?

Excuse me, can a
Catholic marry a Jewess?

There should be a ministerial
circular on the matter.

- It would be prohibited.
- From the Church?
- I don't know, I speak as a man of the law.

- Law man?
- By law... canonical.

But what does the Church think about it?
I don't care about the
laws of the fascists.

Me too, but the laws
of the Church are many.

Ask Don Nicola, he has
more experience than me.

What are these bells?

- The rosary, right?
- Ah, the rosary... The rosary!

- You weren't sleeping?
- No. I heard what you were asking.

Ah yes, a curiosity.

- I can't confess to
you, wait for Don Nicola!
- I can not wait!

He's a priest too,
he has a duty to confess!

Confession is a serious matter,
it can't be done in a hurry.

You're right, but I can't wait,
I have a weight on my conscience.

- And what will this weight be?
- I stole!

And are you going to tell me?

Should I tell the police?
Anyway, I regretted it.

I don't care, do you understand?

If crimes could be extinguished
with repentance, we would be fresh!

- It's the first time this happens to me.
- Don Nicholas!

What a pain! The situation
is increasingly difficult.

Who do you tell? You don't have to
leave me alone. Thieves come to confess!

- I'm not a thief!
- You just declared it!

I told you in confession.
Besides, I only stole a cat.

Article 944, three months in prison!
With probation, if uncensored!

- Look what I have to hear!
- Don Nicola, I don't understand it...

- Go and wait for me in the confessional.
- Thank you, Don Nicola.

- I didn't want to, it was he who insisted.
- What are you doing to me?

It's time for me to confess too.

Mind you, I speak in confession,
and you are truly a priest!

- Of course!
- I'm... I'm not.

- No? And who are you?
- I'm a marshal of the carabinieri.

I'm in your hands.
You won't betray me, will you?

But, my son, wearing
the cassock is a sacrilege!

You put it on me, I didn't want to!
If you want, I can even leave!

No, just stay.

Unless you want to join,
like the new marshal.

- Has a carabiniere betrayed?
- I don't want to talk about treason.

-But he collaborates with the fascists
and is a marshal of the carabinieri.
- No.

Well yes! It won't be his fault,
they forced him!

I don't believe it. A carabiniere dies,
but he doesn't give up!

Young men, it seems to me
that there are rumours here.

- We're talking about our stuff.
- Oh yes?

If you don't want to be
considered a murmurer, speak up!

We have no voice
not even to breath!

Then shut up,
the enemy is listening to you.

Hey there!

An espresso!

We're having fun, huh?

- Let's kill time.
- Does he want to play?

Let's lay the cards on the table!
Standing! Wasted youth!

You play while your brothers
defend their homeland! Ambush!

- They are younger.
- We are 50 years old.
- What does it mean?

Life begins at 40, so you're
still "children of the she-wolf"!

Italians!

In this crucial moment
for the life of the country...

...everyone must feel the duty to
make themselves useful, to serve!

- Coffee is served.
- Precisely!

Even at your age you can serve
your country: by enlisting in the VAF!

- What is this VAF?
- How, what is it!

The acronym itself says it:
Volunteer Auxiliary Police Forces.

Body I wanted and boosted!
I'm the boss! I'm the VAF boss!

Those who are for the VAF remain
standing, those who are against, sit down!

- But VAF...
- How would it be? Continue, if you dare!

- But do me the favour.
- Here we insult a non-commissioned public!

- What does he say?
- I slap some in!

- Forget it, they are
poor ignorant peasants.
- Ignorant!

But look! Huh?

But how is this stuff made?

- It's a surrogate. Barley, field beans...
- This is a "ciofeca"!

So don't write "Caffè dello sport",
but "Ciofeca dello sport"!

- To the thief!
- We don't play jokes!

One moment! Let's
not start with big words!

- It's easy to say:
"Thief!". We need proof!
- And there are!

- Where are they?
- Under the jacket!
- Under the jacket? There's the shirt!

- No, there's my chicken.
- And this?
- Yes!

- Do you recognise him?
- Yes!
- What is his name? - Torquato.

But don't make me laugh!
You, come here! What is your name?

- Menichetti Basilioio. - Thief?
- Yes.
- Uncensored? - No.

- The chicken is mine! Give me that!
- I can't give you the body of the crime.

Now I slap someone in! In this
country I make a clean sweep!

- Let's go!
- Are you arresting me?
- Not a chance. I enlist you!

This postman who
hasn't arrived yet!

We don't have to show up. It's madness
to stay here, let's go back to church.

It's madness to sit around!

But don't worry, nothing will
happen to me, everything is prepared.

But what if the package ends
up in the hands of other people?

Who do you want to suspect?
It is directed to Don Nicola.

- And if they open it?
- If they open it, they look like
candles. Instead it's dynamite.

We're going to blow up the bridge tonight.

- Where are you going?
- To deliver the mail.

- I have to check it first!
- You?
- Move!

Move!

With this armband you are no
longer a vulgar chicken thief...

...but a guardian of the law.

- Marshal, I am ignorant.
Yes, I hadn't thought of that.

In fact, the law does
not admit ignorance.

But it's a no brainier. It means that
you will be in charge of the kitchen!

Do one thing: go straight to the
kitchen and cook me the crime.

- Marshal, how do I do it?
- Silence, volunteer Basilioio!

You...! Right flank!
Animal, that's the left!

Come on, marsch!
One, two, pass! Step! Cadence!

- Hail, Hitler!
- Take orders, Lieutenant!

For the secret service,
Scalitto is a den of terrorists!

- They receive orders
from the traitor Badoglio!
- Hand! - Yes!

Messages can be
masked in the mail...

...concerning weapons and
ammunition for clandestine movements!

- What can you tell me!
- Read this letter!
- Yes please.

It's a letter like any other.

After this letter, the Battipaglia
railway junction was blown up.

- A "swindler" must have written it.
- No, read!
- Wants?

"Dear mum, the wool can't be found."

"Fill the mattress
with straw and beat."

There will probably have been
fleas or the like in the mattress.

- You say so because you are honest, naive.
- You know, roughly...

It's quite another thing. It says:
"straw" and "beat". Straw-beater!

Yep, "straw" and "beat." Battipaglia.
Round trip. But the mattress?

"Be bomb". Continue.

"I'll be arriving on the 7 o'clock train."

Train and station! 7 o'clock!
7th of September, the day of the attack!

Every day he will have to
view all the mail scrupulously!

- Then he will have to report everything!
- They'll have to deal with me!

I'm a tough cookie, they
fell badly! I'm all bone!

- Here's the postman! - Where?
- Hail, Hitler!
- Hail! - You come!

- You will bring the mail here every day!
- Yes, sir.

- You will check and report!
- Sir!

- I will give a speech to the population!
- Sir!

- A hard speech! You don't
mess with the Germans, understand?
- Yes.

- Get to work now!
- Yes!
- Hail, Hitler! - Hail!

Come on, get to work! Give me
the mail! Hard talks are held here!

- That's all?
- These days, people
have other things to do.

- "Bitters".
- A bitter for me?
- It means: "Sit down"! - Uh...

Is this addressed to the
pharmacist? Let's see'.

"Egr... doctor... Traversi..."

This letter smacks of "smear".

Sounds like a secret cipher to me!

No, it means: "Dear
Doctor". It's a business letter.

What does he trade in?

He could trade in flamethrowers,
in gunpowder, in dynamite!

What do you know about it?

"We have received your welcome Vs..."

- Then you say that one...
- It means: "Your welcome".

No, fool! "Subversive
Leaflets"! "V-S"!

The pharmacist prints them, then
mails them. This letter confirms it.

"..Shipped on the 6th...C-M."
"C-M"! Did you understand? "C-M"!

But do they think we're all fools?
That we're all dumb? I'm a tough

nut to crack! I'll fix you!

- To me?
- Silence!
- "Current month"!

Nope! "C-M" means:
"Cannons and machine guns"!

"We also hope to send you
the goods you requested..."

"..Between the 18th
and 20th pp. vv."

This is where the donkey falls!
On the "P-P-V-V"!

This is where they screwed up with their
own hands! You know what that means?

"Guns, Bullets and
V-2"! I censor it!

I am an authorised censor!
The Wehrmacht authorised me!

Comrades, fascists!

Greet the lieutenant, Commander
of the Scalitto stronghold!

To us!

People of Scalitto!

After the betrayal of your
king, many of you "continue"...

- They keep going!
- They continue to "trigger"...

- Scheming!
- Plotting against the German forces.

And they do well.

- "But we will win..."!
- We will win!

But we will win anyway...

...because the army of the
Third Reich is "unbeatable"!

- Unbeatable!
- "Shit"!
- Hail! Definitely!

- What's in the package?
- Candles.
- It's the explosive for the pharmacist.

But the package is not for the
pharmacist, it is for Don Nicola.

- Why didn't you tell me before?
- I told him!
- Silence!

Oh yes, they are candles. But they
have a strange colour, they are whitish.

It can be seen that they
were made with autarkic tallow.

Since the corridor to the safe
rooms is dark, I commandeer one.

- But...
- Silence! Redo the package, I order it!

Shh! "Achtung"!

We will be able to
repress any attack...

...that may delay the inevitable
Victory of the Third Reich..."

"..Secured by the will
of the German people..."

"..And from the military
genius of our Führer!"

- Hail, Hitler!
- Hail!

Omerta, huh?

- I want to know who did it!
- We want to know who did it!

- Marshal, come here!
- What happened?

During my speech, someone
made a noise with his mouth!

- Hand! - Yes!
- With the mouth?
- With the mouth!

- Do they make noises with
their mouths in this country?
- It was a fart!

- I didn't hear a thing.
Have you heard anything?
- Nothing!

- Tell the truth! - Nothing!
- I want to know it!
- No! Nothing!

- Nobody heard anything.
- I have heard it!
- Absolutely!

Understood?
- No, it's German.

If the culprit is not found,
he will set the country on fire!

We will open an investigation!
I'm here! If not, which marshal am I?

We should establish the
characteristics of this raspberry.

There are acute, bombastic, long,
short, medium raspberries!

- Now let's see. Basilioio, give him a fart!
- How dare you?

It serves to establish the characteristics
of the raspberry. Go ahead, make one.

You know how it is, he's scared.
You authorise it.

I authorise.
- Come on, make one.

- As?
- No!
- Of course, this is a "fetecchia"!

- Harder! At what point did they do it?
- At the centre of the speech.

- Repeat the words,
so the atmosphere is recreated.
- Right away!

"Secured by the will of
the German people..."

"..And from the military
genius of our Führer!"

As?
- No!
- It's difficult, you know?

- Postman, make a raspberry.
- I'm not able.

- Let's not be saboteurs,
otherwise I'll slap someone inside!
- All right.

- He repeats the words.
- "..from the military
genius of our Führer!"

As?
- No!
- Not even like that?

- I remember it! I do it!
- Not her!
- Absolutely!

Tell me if she looks like this!

- Yes!
- Well, having identified the raspberry,
we will find the culprit!

Basilioio, write! On record!

"Today, in front of us,
Marshal Major of the RR.CC..."

"..Lieutenant Kessler
presented himself, declaring..."

Tell Don Nicola that the parcel
was opened by the new marshal.

- He did an investigation on farts.
- On farts?

He made everyone do this….

- But what kind of marshal is he?
- He's like everyone else.

There are marshals and marshals!
I've never done certain inquiries!

- I wasted a lot of time.
- What's the name of this marshal?

- His name is... a certain... Ah, Cotone!
- Cotone?

I have nothing to do with it, I'm just
a postman! Praised be Jesus Christ!

May he always be praised!

Cotone...

There he is!

- That package is mine.
- No, it's Don Nicola's.

I had it sent to him, but
they are candles for my vow.

Tonight, if all goes well,
I'll turn them all on.

We must have faith,
synonymous with fidelity.
Faith in God, loyalty to the king.

- Which king?
- The king of heaven. And so be it.

I learned that the new
marshal is called Cotone like me.

- Is he your relative?
- He's a namesake.
I would like to go find him.

- If he knows you, he could be dangerous.
- But I don't know him.

I would like to lead him back
to the right path, that of honour!

Basilioio, Basilioio! Don't make
that noise with your mouth!

It's rudeness! And then, if the
alarm goes off, we don't hear it!

If it rings, what should we do?

Run to the shelter first,
otherwise we won't find a place.

- Let's hope the Americans let us eat.
- And the chicken?

We can eat it in the shelter.
Instead the soup is untransportable.

I have an idea: you finish the
soup, I'm going to prepare a salad.

Do you like it, do not you
? It goes well with chicken.

Don't make that noise!

A little respect for the uniform
we wear! These recruits!

Permit?

- Permit?
- Take a seat. Do you want to favour?

- Where is the marshal?
- He's gone to prepare...
he's coming right away.

- How is this Marshal Cotone?
- Good! "It's a piece of bread"!

- Yes, but how is it physically?
- I don't know,
I don't take these confidences.

- It's good!
- I understand, but how is he?
Tall? Thin? Fat?

Here he is!

- You? - She?
- Do you know each other?
- Certain! He's a swindler!

- Are you not Italian?
- Shut up!
- Say what you are, confess!

- The confession is secret. Basilioio, go.
- He's also religious!
- Go!

- I will tell everyone that you are a thief!
- And I will say that you are a marshal.

- Oh yes?
- He's worse than me.

Betray your country by wearing a
uniform that doesn't belong to you!

- And the cassock?
- It's fake, just like the uniform
you're wearing is fake!

- No, this is true, it's hers!
- You're taking advantage of my name!

Everyone will believe that Marshal
Cotone has betrayed his king!

But I will tell everyone the truth!

Bravo, so we both end up
in front of the firing squad.

Do you want to understand
that I was forced to be marshal?

I would have liked to see
you, in front of those Germans!

- I would have gotten myself killed.
- I would have pissed
myself off, I'm a coward.

But a coward alive is better
than a brave dead man.

Besides, a humble thief
can't suddenly become a hero.

- Father, absolve me.
- You forget that I am a marshal!

Yes sir, father marshal!

Maybe you're right, in this chaos no
one is who they really are any more.

I am you, you are me!
Holy shit!

No, father, she is not me!
You don't know how to be a priest!

I've been to seminary...

...and I know that whoever wears the
cassock doesn't blaspheme or swear!

- And what should I say?
- The will of the Lord be done.

We are doing the will of the Germans.
Something must be done!

No! In addition to spilling my soup,
she also lets herself be discovered!

Besides, she doesn't know how to
be a priest. A priest doesn't get angry!

- You let me get angry, I'm a marshal.
- And do you know how to do it?

I manage. Before being a priest,
I was a fake finance guard.

- The marshal of the
carabinieri is something else.
- He wants to put?

But he goes away!
- If I could trust you!
- Trust me!

I would teach you how a
marshal of the Arma behaves.

- Help me and I'll try to help you.
- Come here, sit down.
- Thank you.

- Capurro, did you regret what you did?
- Yes, father.

- Do you want to redeem yourself?
- Yes.
- Then you have to go against the Germans.

She's gone crazy!
We don't make chickens laugh!

By the way, do you want to stay for dinner?

Here we must act, move!
Passive resistance! Sabotage!

- Shooting!
- Anything, for the common cause!

If it's a matter of suing the city, I'm in!
I don't like the mayor!

Don't be silly, Capurro!

I would advise you from time
to time what should be done.

- What should I do?
- First of all, steal.

But how? In the dual guise, cassock
and Arma, do you instigate me to theft?

- But it's game-force!
- What?
- Come on!

- And let's play! How many
priests are there in the parish?
- Only one.

Then there's me, a Jewess,
an American soldier, a deserter...

- The parish priest can
no longer support us.
- All people that mush.

All right, I found it: I'm arresting you.
Yes, because there is food here.

Don't talk nonsense! These are
people who must be protected until
the time comes for redemption.

- I will requisition the requisitionable!
- You're better than I thought.
- Thank you.

- You should do me a personal favour.
- Tell me.

- Does the phone work?
- I think so.

I should call my girlfriend, she
hasn't heard from me for a long time.

- Come in.
- Thank you.
- Please.

Ready? Miss, this is
the Scalitto police station.

I would like to speak to Naples!
6,3,7,3,4!

Yes, urgent! I wait!

- Capurro! - Commands?
- Another favour: you should leave!
- Yes.

- It's an intimate call.
- I understand, between men...

- Thank you.
- Please.

Make yourself comfortable with him!

- I'm coming to protest!
- Go away, it's not the time!

- Let's go to the office!
- You can't enter!

We have to agree!
Who is in charge here in Scalitto?

- He hasn't figured it out yet?
The Germans!
- Absolutely!

Not at all, "definitely"!
Go away, they're phoning inside!

- I do not care!
- A little respect for this place!

A little politeness, inside there is...
a priest who is phoning.

- A priest calling?
- It is new?

- What is he doing here with you?
- He's confessing!
- By phone? - Yes.

- I want to listen!
- And the secrecy of the confessional?
There is excommunication!

Ready! Immaculate?
It's me, your Vittorio!

- Vittorio! Is that you?
- If you knew what happened to me, my love!

- Who are you talking to?
- With your sister.

- Do you call her "my love"?
- Brotherly Love.

Now I can't speak.

- Why?
- It will be the emotion. It's been
a long time since he has seen her.

Tell me the truth:
have you changed your mind?
Don't you want to marry me any more?

There's only you for me,
I can't wait to get married to you!

Marry her? A priest?

Do you want a marshal of the carabinieri
to marry you? She marries a priest!

Nothing has changed, I swear
on this dress that I wear unworthily!

Do you wear the robe? Why?
Has something changed in you?

Immaculate, what do you think?
I am a man! A male!

- A "male" priest?
- Have you seen female priests?

- You must explain to me, Marshal Cotone!
- Yes, sir!

- What do you have to do with it?
And what orders are you talking about?
- Religious orders.

- You guys are teasing me enough!
Who are you?
- Don't you see the uniform?

- In a priest's uniform,
it is the priest Capurro.
- Who were you talking to?

With his sister, because there is no
telephone in the rectory and the marshal...

- The marshal was kind and...
- If you're trying to make fun of me...

- Shh!
- You want to shut me up?
- It takes reverence for a reverend!

- Enough!
- Oh! - Like, "oh"!
- "Enough" here I say it!

He says it for her, she for him!
Calm down!

You are the marshal here,
but I am the mayor!

- Eh, what do you think you are?
- He'll see what I'm capable of!

- Come on, let's reconcile.
- How?
- We already have so many enemies!

- Yes, we are all Germans now.
- Italians, please.

What happens? Do they bomb?

- So here we are, they
are already arriving.
- Bo-bo-bo... bo-bo-bo...

Carlo!

- What are you doing here?
- I can't sleep and I
take a breath of fresh air.

- You have chosen the right evening!
And Charles?
- He will be sleeping.

Are you taking a breather too?

Hello, father. You know,
I've been locked up for a long time.

I needed to chat with friends.

Gossip is dangerous if
it's made without a brain.

You have the Germans on your
heels, enter the church! Force!

- We'd better tell him everything.
- Better not to trust.
- Mask off!

Marshal Cotone is older than
you and he has a good nose!

Don't worry, they told me that
the marshal is half a moron.

- Know that I am Marshal Cotone!
- You?
- Yes!

And it makes me sad that I am kept
in the dark about a patriotic action!

Do you think he wore this
cassock out of cowardice?

No! I put it to work!
And you, wake up!

- It's easy to get people
into trouble and then sleep!
- What do you want to do?

Organizing the Resistance.
Here things are done too lightly.

The rectory will be our fortress.
We'll blow it up if necessary.

- Are you crazy?
- Stay calm, you are now
under my protection.

- | Germans are coming here with dogs!
- We have to escape!

The girl and the American
can hide in the haystack.

The lawyer and I are going
back to the village, but you
have to cover up our tracks.

I'll handle that. Don Nicola,
give me plenty of incense.

- Why?
- For dogs. Let's hope this idea works.

Go away! Tomorrow
you will receive my orders!

We have to put on our sacred
vestments and have a function.

Where are you going?
Comrade, this way!

- But the dogs go that way!
- But what do you want to know?

- Do you think a dog has
a better nose than a marshal?
- Absolutely!

He shut up or I'll have her
arrested as a saboteur! Definitely!

They blew up the bridge!
They will pay with their heads!

- Did they blow up the bridgehead?
- No, that resists.

I'm the one who'll blow your head off.

The bridgehead? So you're
playing a double game?

I'll blow your hard head too!

Are we kidding? I have only one head!

Let's not waste time! They are certainly
hidden in the church, the dogs go there!

- Let's go!
- We will make a hole "in the water"!

The proverb says it: "Canem in
chiesam nicht fortunam..." Don't go!

"Eternal rest grant them, Lord."

"Let perpetual light shine upon them.
May they rest in peace and so be it."

"Eternal rest grant them, Lord."

"Let perpetual light shine upon them.
May they rest in peace and so be it."

- "Eternal rest grant to these!"
- What are you doing?

- I'm at my house. What do you want?
- It's a comedy to block us!

No, it's a sacred function!
I'm Catholic, I can't forbid it!

- Dogs don't even want to go to church!
- We need to search her!

- You cannot enter the house of God!
- Get out of the way!

- I did my best.
- Let's hope so.

Meanwhile, the incense
has disoriented the dogs.

Let's not let them get away!

They managed to get away with it. Amen.

If they take them,
they kill them.

I'm safe now. Something
must be done tomorrow.

What should I do?
- Make do.

- There's no one here.
- But the dogs?
- They didn't come in.

The marshal was right, now
everyone will hate us for the sacrilege.

- You believe?
- Let's go. "Raus"!
- Quick, let's not waste time!

- Marshal Cotone!
- Yes, sir!

- You were right, there is no one.
I'm sorry, father.
- Please.

- We need to find who blew up the bridge!
- Sir!

- If you don't find him,
I'll have you arrested, understand?
Hail, Hitler! - Hail!

- Praised be Jesus Christ.
- Praised be you,
but... what have I got to do with it?

- 23 hour curfew is too much!
- How do I go shopping?

What is it, comrades?
I'm here, I'm your mayor!

Nonsense, I'll fix it! Definitely!

- What?
- To us.
- Ah, well.

One moment! Silence!

Marshal Cotone is busy!

He will have the permit to
move who has the right to move!

And who decides who has the right?

It's a tailor-made
curfew for ladies wives...

...so they'll have their husbands
hanging on to their skirts all day long!

- But I defend my rights!
- Permit!

You who are a loyal customer
of mine, try to help me!

- How dare you? I don't know you.
- Now he doesn't know me!

Shut up. - When you
come to my house you
know me, huh?

All you need to do is prove that you are in
compliance with the law to get permission.

- You would be a lawyer!
- Yes, the first in the country!
- I'm glad.

In his career he has never
defended, ex officio, of course...

... some petty thief of
chickens, suitcases and the like?

- Once.
- How did you conclude
the poor man's defence?

"Your Excellency,
I defer to the mercy of the court."

- I supposed.
- It was an unsolvable case.

- No permission.
- Why?
- Even his is an insoluble case.

- Are you kidding?
- You appeal to the court,
you defer to clemency.

- It's an abuse!
- He goes away.
- It's unworthy!

I protest!

Do you realise what 23
hours a day means to people?

- So no attacks are attempted!
- The population has its needs!

- He does them from 19:00 to 20:00.
- An hour?
- That's more than enough.

- What time is it?
- It's 20:00! - Ah!
- What is it? - He can't go out.

- I am the mayor!
- Follow the fate of the others.

- What?
- If you have to do something,
do it from 19:00 to 20:00!

- I don't give him permission!
- I don't care! Now I'm going to Kessler!

- He Go ahead to Hitler and say hello to me.
- Absolutely!
- Go away! - Yes!

- Only priests can circulate here,
but we'll see! To us!
- To us.

- What happened?
- I'd pay to arrest him,
but it's recommended.

Forget it. Rather, we must
think of those three poor people.

I enlist them as auxiliaries.
With the armband on, nobody touches them.

- But that's American!
- Oh, yes. But now we
are all strangers here.

- There is also the Jewish girl!
- Ah, yes! She wants to spoil me!

- Do you want to receive me
yes or no? Who's in charge here?
- Excuse me, Marshal.

- Antonio!
- Wanda!
- Antonio my! - Wanda!

Allows? Miss Wanda and...

But what does she do?

And what are you doing, dressed
as a carabiniere? Weren't you a thief?

You know, "opportunity makes a thief."
This time he was a marshal!

The ways of the Lord are infinite.
However, it must remain secret.

- Then you are against them!
- Shh, please, miss!

Didn't he see what they did
with the curfew? How do I work?

- Do you also carry
out your profession here?
- Certainly.

When in Salerno they
knocked down my house...

... I set up a "house"
with some colleagues.

I think I've already met her. What
profession did you have in Salerno?

I really believe that my profession
prevents me from having met her.

- Unless...
- When he was a boy,
before putting on the cassock...

You don't want to ruin me, do you?
I and the girls need to earn some money.

- Ah...
- Come on, Tony, be good.

If you don't help me, how
can I, your "Wandona"?

- I figured out how to fix the girl.
- As? Where?

- From Wanda! She will be fine!
- But she's a good girl!

Reverend, so am I! There are
only honourable people in my house!

It is true. You'll get permission,
but you have to help us hide a girl.

- Well.
- A Jewish girl.
- You're crazy? It's not easy!

Come on, you're great!

Do you remember how many times you
hid me, when they were looking for me...

That's how you disappeared.
- I'm not stupid!

You enlisted him because people
love the carabinieri and hate the fascists.

But now the population hates
him too and he must be eliminated.

I'll do it when it's appropriate.
Now you need to cooperate.

Sure, lieutenant, definitely. But
he must apologise for all affronts!

- By offending me, you offend the Fascio!
- I will when necessary.

- Agree! Definitely!
- Go!

Certainly, sir lieutenant!
"Jawohl"!

Excuse me... can you tell me
where I can find Marshal Cotone?

- Who are you?
- Girlfriend.
We were supposed to get married.

She called me yesterday
to tell me I'd find it here.

Very good.

I will take you to him. He will work
better with his woman next to him.

Now follow me please!

But Kessler!

Accompany her, then bring the
two young men here and enlist them.

- How can I do?
- You put the band on him and say:
"You are enlisted"!

- I'll fix the girl.
- Mind you, she's a minor.

I know the laws better than you.
Sometimes I even manage to respect them.

- We hope everything goes well.
- Everything will be fine.

Marshal Cotone!

- Say.
- I brought you a surprise.

- A surprise?
- Guess what it is.
- I don't know?

Your girlfriend!

- Vittorio!
- Immaculate!

- Some water!
- Poor!
- What's going on?

As soon as she saw me, she collapsed!
Who knows what I do to women!

- You are happy, aren't you?
- Certain!

You will return the favour
by apologising to the mayor!

He can take it back,
I don't apologise to anyone!

- It's an order!
- OK then!
- Hail, Hitler! - Hail, Hitler!

All we needed was the girlfriend!
Now where do we hide this?

- Quick!
- Tell him to hurry up!

- Where are we going?
- Shut up, you don't have to talk!

How can the carabiniere do it?
As soon as he speaks,
they take us right away!

Only fascists and
Germans can speak!

Don't worry, you'll be safe with me.

- Will I be able to come and see you?
- Sure, my house is
always open to everyone.

- Let's go!
- Lia!

Don't worry, as a carabiniere
I'll be able to move.
We will see each other often.

Quick! Do you want to die?

Now the lieutenant is willing to apologise.

Thank you. Excuse me,
if I may, who was that "Fräulein"?

- Marshal's girlfriend!
- Absolutely!

Why did I come?

That's what I say too!
Can't he go back to Naples?

No, I don't want to go back!
I know what I did to come here!

- Now stay here with me!
-By now everyone knows
that she is my girlfriend!

If she has to stay, she stays here with me!

What are you saying? Immacolata
is coming with me to the rectory!

No, Vittorio! I want to get
married with the white veil!

You don't think she wants
to take advantage of you?

- I know, but we love each
other too much to be able to
dominate each other. - Oh yes.

- Do not mention it! Everyone would know!
- What?

Those are things that don't concern you!

- I'm talking to my thing!
- What?
- With my girlfriend!

If you have something to hide,
you don't have a clear conscience!

- Do I tell him or does she tell him?
- I don't know anything!
- I'll tell you.

- Sorrowful...
- Immaculate!
- Right now she is grieving.

Immaculate, sorry if I dare.
My fiancee... is expecting a baby.

It is not true!

- Immacolata, the mayor is a friend!
- What?

All these secrets are not
worth keeping! It's nonsense!

She escaped because she can no
longer keep the secret of the son of guilt!

You will be a "son of the
wolf", a fighter of future battles!

There is no shame! If you want,
I'll marry you today!

- Hey!
- The good father is right, the son is mine,
if anything, I'll marry her.

I meant as mayor!

So he feels entitled to
marry any pregnant woman?

But what are you saying?
If anyone has to marry her, it's me!

Time is wasted in church. With the civil
ceremony, I marry you without formalities!

It will be an austere war wedding!

No, I want to get married
in church with him!

Of course, the officiating
priest marries her! Right, sir?

Even in the church you can celebrate
a marriage without publications.

- That's right, blank.
- You'll have to adjust, Miss.

- It will be an austere war wedding.
- Absolutely!

You, Vittorio Cotone...

...do you want to marry the
Immacolata De Rosa present here?

By force. Yes?
Yes.

You, Immaculate De Rosa...

...do you want to wed
Vittorio Cotone here?

What are you doing?
You don't have to turn around yet!

Before I pronounce the irreparable,
tell me: is this marriage valid?

- But no, you are not a priest.
- Ah here.

I join you in marriage...

...in the name of the Father, of
the Son and of the Holy Spirit, amen!

- Hey!
- It's my right, I kiss the bride.
Forget it.

Greetings fascists!

I can not stand it any more...

From now on, you
are enrolled in the VAP!

Actually, they told me VAF.
Give me your arm. As.

- Please, always shut up!
- I understand.

Never ask questions and
never answer anyone, got it?

It must be a bit silly.

Since there's nothing to do,
can I go to Lia's?

Certain. With this nobody
tells you anything, go easy.

- But don't compromise me!
Don't worry, Basilioio.

If someone is looking for me,
you call me, okay?

But don't talk!

- Get out!
- We come here to dance, not to make out!

There's dancing in the upper
rooms, where's that young girl gone?

The girls are all here.
Aren't they young?

That is the youngest of all.
"I saw him go with you today."

- But if you're always drunk!
- "Don't be drunk! Now go over!"

- Come here!
- Let me go!

I'm so scared and so
ashamed to be here alone.

Why does all this have to happen?

Lia, don't cry,
everything will soon be over.

- I can't take it any more, I feel it.
- Lia...

This is the only place
where you can be truly safe.

- "Here hide young women"!
- Leave her alone!

- On this occasion, pig...
- What did she say?
- Pig!

I offer the marshal and the
bride my most sincere wishes.

- Thank you!
- Congratulations!

My wife wanted to make a dessert,
but I forbade her.

- These days... Anyway, best wishes.
- Thank you.
- And sons!

- Thanks for the wishes.
Now the son is on the way!
- Already!

- Oh, poor thing!
- He's been blacking out
since this morning. Some air!

- Maybe we'd better go.
- You are right. Hail we go, reverend?

No, I have to say something to the
newlyweds, I haven't even preached.

Don't worry, he'll make it
tomorrow, nobody's after us.

No, 10... I'm not moving from here.
You know, for the sermon.

Maybe we'd better go.
Marshal, happy birthday!

- Goodbye, reverend.
- Until we meet again.

- Win!
- It's a word!

- That Pennica is obnoxious, but he's kind.
- We're going from bad to worse.

From the pan to the grill!

That's fine with me:
I've made peace with Pennica!

Then I settled the Jewess and the two
young men! What more does he want?

- And Immaculate?
- Now everyone knows that she is my
wife and she stays here with me.

- Go ahead, trust me.
- Capurro, I really can't trust you!

I could only leave knowing
she was locked in a room, alone!

Do you want to
put her in a safe?

I think it's an idea,
I'm taking away the keys...

Don't cry all the time, it's bad luck!

This is the only honourable
solution. Where are the cells?

That way. One moment, the cells
are in the dark, we need a candle.

No! Oh my, what's he doing? It's TNT!

But no, it's a votive candle I
took from Don Nicola's package.

They blew up the
bridge with those candles!

- Was it Don Nicola?
- No! Let's make it disappear!

Slowly...
Does this one explode on impact?

Well, I was thinking...
Oh God, what have we done!

- Immaculate, let's go.
- Why did you leave me?
- Let's go!

- Where do we go?
- In the cell.
- Not in the cell!

- No, Vittorio!
- To the left.

- No, Vittorio!
- Believe me, there is no other solution.

The plank will be tough, but
you can handle this and more.

There were other solutions, instead
of imprisoning her on her wedding day.

What solutions? You open!

- After you! Here it is!
- Sit here, dear.

- Ah! There is a man!
- Make your subordinates sleep in the cell!

And you don't let your girlfriend sleep
in it? They'll keep each other company.

She doesn't share a cell with anyone!

I'm going to sleep
somewhere else.

- Dear soul, goodbye.
- Reverend, be tactful!

If you don't want to do it for the
cassock you wear, do it for your husband.

| Germans have arrested
Carlo and the Jewish girl!

I knew they were in trouble.
Now what to do? We must escape.

- No! Only you can save them!
- How?

You are now a marshal! Show
yourself worthy of the uniform you wear!

-And what will she do?
- I'll save Immacolata, then we'll see.
- Yes.

- Where is another exit?
- There's the service one!
- Soon!

My God... Yes... yes... yes!

The marshal has nothing to do
with it, it was I who volunteered.

And I am responsible for her.
The marshal knows nothing!

- The marshal never knows anything.
- Command!
- Who is this man?

- This?
- Sure!
- He's an auxiliary.

- When did he enlist him?
- This morning. She authorised me.

This man insulted and
attacked German soldiers!

It wouldn't look like it, but
if she says so, it will be so.

- He's engaged to the Jewess,
who was staying with Wanda!
- I knew it.

- Is this a new auxiliary?
- Yes, another VAF.

Tell me your name? I asked
you what's your name! Answers!

- Lieutenant, he's silent.
- Have you enlisted a mute auxiliary?

- Men are scarce, so...
- Leave me!

-But he is an American! A spy!
- Take him away!

They will end up in
front of the firing squad!

I learned about the Jewess!

Now I'm arresting anyone who
has the marshal's permit to travel!

- He's a traitor, I knew it!
- But which traitor?

What's my fault if they
don't all think the same way?

Italian friends, Colonel Stevens
speaks to you from London.

We are launching the attack to
free you from the German yoke.

Hold on, your suffering
is about to end!

I want to believe in your good
faith and I want to trust you.

- Do you say you are
not responsible for
what happened? - No.

Then you will have the honour of commanding
the platoon that will shoot the prisoners.

- No... no... It's not possible, sir.
- Refuse?

I thank you, but you want to
grant me too great an honour.

- I'm not worthy!
- Enough! Do you want to
shoot them yes or no?

Don't get angry.
Believe me, it's not my fault.

I'm not familiar with firearms.

- Which marshal are you, then?
- But what a "marshal"!

I've never even been a soldier,
they reformed me three times.

- What story do you tell me?
- It's a long story.

My usual profession
is that of the thief.

Don't talk nonsense,
you are just a coward!

If I had been brave, I would
have been an armed robber.

Or I would have gone to
America to be a gangster...

...and now I would have landed in
Salerno with the Americans, instead...

- So, you don't want to
shoot the prisoners?
- No, I can not.

There is a difference between a thief
and a murderer, you have to be qualified.

- I'm not. You don't know.
- Don't be fooled into saving them.

I have no illusions about saving them,
it's just that I don't want to kill.

Then you will die with them!

- And who commands the firing squad?
- I!

All right, we will die.

Bring the prisoners here!

Comrades, one moment, the cells
are in the dark. I have a candle here.

Yes.

- Thank you, marshal.
- Please.
- Quick!

"Let Samson die with all the Philistines."

- What he said? I have not heard.
- It doesn't matter, he will hear.

What's going on?

Savoy!

The prisoners have escaped!

- Bring him in!
- Soon!

Go away!

They'll pay for it with their heads!

I entrust Immacolata to you,
I have to go and help that poor wretch.

Why did you wear the uniform?

I had Carlo and the
American enlisted!

- I got him in trouble, now
I have to do something!
- But they will kill you!

- First the crush!
- What is crush?
- This!

Round up the traitors!

- The fascists!
They don't have to catch me!
- Go over there!

- My immaculate! I entrust it to you,
Don Nicola.
- Don't worry!

Goodbye.

Soon! Let's not waste time!

- The dog!
- Do I have to think about
the dog right now? No!

- You come! Hurry up!
- Soon! Let's go!

Do something!

The marshal saved everyone,
now no one thinks about him!

Shut up, Basilioio.
Indeed, run away!

"Everyone flee! Fascists flee,
Italians flee!"

It seems to me that the Germans are
also fleeing. Maybe he didn't notice.

- And what are you doing here?
- The rest.

I have come to bring religious
comforts to those sentenced to death.

I hope you will respect the
Hague Convention, if not religion.

Go ahead, but hurry, we have
to shoot him before we leave.

Corporal! Accompany
the father to the marshal!

- Quick!
- Quick!

Be careful he doesn't run away.

I have to confess the condemned man,
do you want to leave me alone with him?

"Nein"! "Not possible."

At least step aside,
the confession is secret.

"Ja"

Kneel down.

Pretend to confess.

Other than pretending!
Now I need a real priest.

I was hoping to put you in
my clothes and take your place.

We need to find another solution.

For what purpose?
We'd both end up shot.

In this case, it is better for a
carabiniere to live than a thief.

- Antonio...
- Marshal...

- Call me Vittorio.
- Thank you, but I can't.

- I have a conscience that bothers me.
- Hand...

- I got you in this trouble.
- No, please!

| I've always looked for trouble
on my own since I was born.

But I didn't expect it to end like this.

I've committed petty crimes,
the stuff of a year or two in prison.

And now... they shoot me.

- I can't allow it, I have to save you.
- Forget it, marshal.

I've lived badly all my life.
At least let me... die well.

- It was all my fault, you know?
- No, no, what does she have to do with it?

It's only my fault.
I blew up the votive candle.

I.

They say the habit doesn't
make the monk. It is not true.

By dint of unworthily
wearing this glorious uniform...

...I feel a bit like a carabiniere.

For a thief, dying as a
carabiniere is a great satisfaction.

Marshal, save yourself,
while there is still time!

We have to go!

Father, absolve me, forgive me.

I forgive you...
all right I forgive you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I'm ready!

Let's go!

- Marshal, you mustn't die like this!
- I agree, they don't.

- Quick!
- Street!

I am responsible for everything!
It is me you must shoot!

- It's a useless sacrifice, father!
- Antonio! You tell him!

It is infamy! An infamy!
This is infamy!

Antonio!

Antonio!

Antonio...

Vittorio! Vittorio!

They have finally arrived!

Yes, but for poor Antonio
they arrived too late.

- The liberators have arrived!
- They've arrived!

Basilioio! We are
free! They made it!

♪ Let's dance the twist together, ♪
♪ like Piero dances! ♪

What are you doing here,
"dazed" in front of the jukebox?

- What's wrong with that?
- Move!

Hurry up, go get
the other suitcase!

Immaculate, what
a son you made me!

What a shame, everyone is looking at us!

- You are now on leave!
- I'm still a former marshal of the Arma!

And then I'm nervous, 20 years
ago I met poor Capurro here.

- Do you remember?
- With all the money you
spent to hear from him!

- They shot him, didn't they?
- Nothing more was heard of it.

The uniform performed a miracle:
he turned a thief into a hero!

I am sure that if he had saved himself,
he would no longer have been a thief!

Now he was redeemed forever!
Poor Antonio!

If the city doesn't do it,
I'll have a tombstone put up!

It is not possible to forget!
Ungrateful!

Don't shout like that,
they're all watching us!

The suitcase!

- Dominican!
- Where are you going, Vittorio?
- Dominican father!

You are Capurro!
I recognised you!

Capurro, stop, I'm
not the same as before!

Marshal, you were crazy!

Antonio! Antonio!
Give me back the suitcase!

Give me back the suitcase!
Antonio!

Antonio! I've been looking
for you for a long time!

I wanted to tell you... that you are a
great "stinker"! That's what you are!

A "stinker"! Of course not!