All language subtitles for The.Lions.of.Sicily.S01E01.720p.-EDITH_ eng sd(1)

[in Sicilian]
♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪

-♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪
-♪ Come, my holy savior ♪

-♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪
-♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪

ARENELLA FISHERY, SICILY 1830

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[in English] The slum tycoon
is taking his time.

Here they are, Baron.

[♪ dramatic music concludes]

-Senor Florio.
-Baron.

-We meet again at last.
-I don't remember ever meeting you before.

I'm not surprised
you don't remember me, actually.

I was a child. I was with my father.
It's been a long while.

I'm listening.

-Well, um…
-Well?

The Baron has been burdened
with unforeseen expenses lately,

and unfortunately he finds himself
slightly short of funds.

-[Vincenzo] How much do you need?
-Eight-hundred onze.

His lordship is happy
to offer the fishery as collateral.

We'll need a few days to appraise it.

I'm afraid I must insist for you
to make your decision by tomorrow.

Can you make an assessment by tomorrow?

-[smacks lips]
-My secretary says that's not possible.

One week, Baron. It's the time
we need to evaluate your collateral.

What are you talking about?
"Evaluate my collateral"?

Look around you, for God's sake!

Do you realize how much
a fishery like this is worth?

-In a week you'll have my answer, Baron.
-Wait!

I'm afraid a week is too much.

Baron, I had no idea
you were so desperate.

Don't provoke me.
Who do you think you are?

You used to be a penniless peasant,
just like… just like this lot!

Vincenzo Florio, everyone in Palermo knows
your origins. No one will forget.

I don't plan on forgetting either, Baron.
So, don't worry about it.

THE LIONS OF SICILY

[house rumbling]

-[gasps]
-Mama!

-Vincenzo!
-Mama!

[screams] Vincenzo!

[Paolo] Let's get out of here!

-[indistinct clamor]
-Run! Run!

-[Giuseppina] Vincenzo!
-Come on, my son.

Come on. Come on, come on.

-Come on, come on. Let's go.
-[Giuseppina] Vincenzo!

-[sobbing] Vincenzo!
-Run! Come on! Get out!

-[sobbing] No! No! No!
-[Paolo] Come on. Come on.

-Get out there!
-[indistinct clamor]

[Paolo] Ignazio! Ignazio!

-[Giuseppina sobs]
-[Paolo] Come on. Quick. Quick.

[indistinct chatter]

Have you seen my brothers?

[villager 1] Yes, I saw them both.
Over there.

-[dog barking]
-[baby crying]

What do we do now?
We'll have to rebuild the whole thing.

It's our home.

-We'll manage somehow.
-Ignazio!

Paolo!

-Are you all right?
-We're all right.

-[Mattia] Are you sure?
-The house is destroyed.

Half the village is destroyed.
Everything was shaking.

[Paolo] The boat.
It was packed with goods.

The boat?
The boat is what you're worried about?

I was just at the harbor,
there's no damage, don't worry.

Everything is fine, thank God.

[Giuseppina, in Sicilian]
♪ Beautiful, beautiful little angel ♪

♪ I watch over you and protect you ♪

♪ I hold you close to my heart ♪

♪ Now, you can fall asleep ♪

♪ With my love beat ♪

I've had enough of God's wrath.

I've made my decision.

-We're going to Palermo.
-To Palermo?

-This is my home.
-Until it falls on your head.

Our mother and your family died
like that. Is that what you want?

I won't be buried in rubble,

and I won't let my family
be buried in rubble.

Our brother-in-law has a cousin there.

We'll take over his spice shop.
Tell them, come on.

[Paolo Barbaro] It's a good idea.

It's a nice shop, in a busy area.
Trust me. It's a good place.

-Can't you open a shop here?
-In Bagnara?

-Yes.
-Who'd come here?

Are you actually comparing
Palermo and Bagnara?

-Yes.
-Palermo is a very rich city.

And the port is full of people
from Bagnara, just like us.

-You wouldn't be alone.
-Where'd this idea come from, anyway?

And, you?

Did you know your brother wanted
to move to Palermo?

Ah, we talked about it,
but nothing was decided.

And now, it is.

Are you coming with us?

Well, I really don't know, Paolo.
I didn't had time to think about it.

What's there to think about?
What's there to think about?

Isn't this enough for you? Isn't it?

If that's what you want, then you go,
but me, I'm staying here with Vincenzo.

You're my wife, you're coming with me
or I'll drag you there by the hair.

-Try it.
-[Paolo] It's decided.

-We're leaving.
-[♪ mellow music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Careful, careful! [grunts] Take this.

[Paolo] Vicè!

-Come here.
-Go on. Go to Papa.

Come, Vicè. Come.
Why are you frowning? Come on.

You'll be thanking me one day, you'll see.

I can't breathe.

I don't want to go, Mattia.
I don't want to go to Palermo.

Sweetheart, this is how it is.

I'm afraid we have no say in this.

What about Ignazio?
Isn't he coming to say goodbye?

Maybe it's for the best, right?

Well, okay, then.

-Let's see this famous Palermo.
-Get over here.

We'll see you in Palermo.

-[♪ mellow music concludes]
-[lively chatter]

Careful with those crates! Come on!

-Welcome to Palermo.
-Ah, good morning.

My sister-in-law, Giuseppina.

-[Emiddio] It's a pleasure.
-Nice to meet you.

-Paolo, this is Barbaro's cousin.
-Good morning.

-Finally!
-[Giuseppina] This is my Vincenzino.

[Emiddio] Hi, Vincenzino.

-Shall we go see the house?
-He'll show you, just go follow him.

-Shouldn't we help you?
-No, I'll unload then I'll join you.

You go ahead.

[♪ mellow music playing]

[Emiddio] You'll be happy to hear
you'll live close

to other folks from Bagnara.
And you're just steps away from the shop.

-Where's the house?
-[Emiddio] Here it is.

-This one?
-[Emiddio] Yes, this one.

Here are your keys. Take care.

[indistinct chatter]

Mommy, it's dark in here.

[horse neighing in distance]

[Giuseppina] This is a stable,
not a bedroom.

Ah, but we're…

We're in a city now.
It's not like the village.

[Giuseppina]
Where has your brother taken me?

Are you happy? You got a great deal.

[♪ soft music playing]

If you don't like it, clean it up.

Let's take a look at the spice shop.

I'll leave the keys.

[♪ soft music concludes]

Oh, my God!

How much did you say
you had to pay for this place, again?

Barbaro should've told us
it was like this.

It'll be a month before we open.

You know, there's still time
to change our minds, Paolo.

Never! Bagnara is not for us.

Well… [sighs]
All right, then. Let's go to work.

-It's even worse back here.
-[Ignazio] Oh, yeah?

Better get started, then.

[Paolo] Go to the hardware store.

We need lumber, nails,
and hammers. Got it?

What a mess!

[Canzoneri] So, it's true.

-This shop is reopening.
-Gentlemen, good morning.

Where are the owners?

I'm the owner, alongside my brother
and my brother-in-law.

Will you be selling spices too?

-Who will be your supplier?
-[Paolo] We own a boat.

And our brother-in-law will be bringing us
the merchandise once a month.

So, you're the boss around here?

But you can't afford
to have the floors cleaned?

[Canzoneri chuckles]

Careful, if you don't know
the ins and outs of the business,

you'll only be opened
from Christmas to New Year's Eve.

Or maybe from New Year's Eve to Christmas,
maybe longer, who knows, right? [chuckles]

-Hard work doesn't scare us, clearly.
-Yeah, but hard work's not enough.

You're in Palermo.
This is no place for beggars.

I didn't hear you.
Could you repeat that? Say that again?

What did you say to me? Get outta here!

Get out!

You beggar! You'll regret this.
I'll make sure of it.

[Paolo] Get outta here! Go on!

I give you beggars two months

before you find yourself
living out here on the street.

This here is my home.

Beggars. Let's go.

[♪ melancholy music playing]

-[Canzoneri] Fools!
-What happened? Who are those two?

[Paolo] Canzoneri and his brother-in-law,
Carmelo Saguto.

-And that's their store right there.
-Oh, I see, Canzoneri.

Let's get back to work.

-[Ignazio] What did they want?
-To scare us.

But we're here and we're staying.

Here are the nails.
I'll go get the lumber.

[♪ uplifting music playing]

[♪ uplifting music concludes]

SPICE SHOP
FLORIO & BARBARO

So, Vicè, do you like it?
Your name's on it. "Florio."

-It's perfect.
-[Ignazio laughs]

Come in. See how beautiful it is.

Acknowledge them.

Vicè, come with me.
I'll show you some spices.

-What's this one here, the dark one, huh?
-It's curry.

This is ciuciulena, sesame.

Here we have--
Look, this is saffron. Ah. Huh.

This is as precious as gold.

The lighter one is ginger.

And this is turmeric,
which cures a lot of diseases.

You have to taste this.
It's so good. This, here.

They're fennel seeds. Hmm?

-It's good.
-Good?

This is where your dad and uncle work.
Go ahead, take some to your mom.

"Work"? You've been open for a month.
Vicè, do you see any customers?

Canzoneri is making things difficult
for us, but customers will come.

What if they don't?

They will.

-Mommy, they'll come.
-[sniffs, exhales]

[kisses]

-Good night.
-Good night.

[Ignazio] Good evening, Giuseppina.

Dinner's gotten cold.

I know it's late.
Turns out Barbaro came to get the orders.

What orders? You haven't sold anything.

Why are you smiling?
Are you glad we haven't?

What? Do you want to prove that Paolo
was wrong and you were right, huh?

Where is he?

[Ignazio] He's still there doing
the books.

Would you help me
write a letter to Mattia?

I want her to know that we're doing fine,
fully established now, you know?

We used to see each other every day,
but now, nothing.

Hand me that paper.

[Giuseppina] Dear Mattia, um…

everyday…

I think of you and our Bagnara.

[Ignazio] "Of you… and our Bagnara."

[Giuseppina] Luckily…

Ignazio is here…

and he loves me.

[Paolo] Good evening.

-Good evening.
-[door closing]

Where's Barbaro?
Wasn't he coming?

[Paolo] He left. Good weather for sailing.
He left a bottle of walnut liqueur.

Who are you writing to?

Mattia.

-[Paolo] What are you writing?
-That I miss her.

So, let's drink some of this liqueur
that she made herself, then.

That way, you'll miss her a little less.

-To family!
-[Ignazio] To family!

To family!

It's very good!

[exhales deeply]

-It's cold!
-You were late.

I work all day

and I can't even have a hot meal
waiting for me at home.

-Then get home sooner the next time.
-You always talk back, huh?

You're hurting me.

-[rain pattering]
-[thunder rumbling]

-[door knocking]
-[neighbor] Donna Giuseppina?

-Donna Giuseppina?
-Coming!

[door opening, closing]

-[neighbor] Did you send for me?
-I did.

-Uh-huh.
-I need a favor.

Can you look after him for a bit?
He's got a fever.

I'll just drop by the store.

Vicè.

[kisses] Get well, my love.

[thunder crashing]

Listen, Vincenzo has a fever.
I need to get some quinine.

After the influenza epidemic.
There's no quinine anywhere.

That's not true.

You said Canzoneri had it.
So, you find him and get some.

-I'd rather face death.
-The death of who?

Your son Vincenzo's?

-We have to make his fever drop now!
-Canzoneri sold out his whole supply.

Why didn't you buy from him before?

Barbaro's coming tomorrow
with some quinine for us.

-Yeah. Well, what if he doesn't?
-He will!

We'll be the only shop with quinine
in Palermo. You understand?

Yeah, I understand
that you care more about your wages

than about saving Vincenzo's life.

-Don't you dare, Giuseppina!
-[gasps]

If you let my son pass away,
I'll kill myself.

[♪ somber music playing]

[door slams shut]

[seagull squawking]

Still with high fever.

[sighs]

We must have faith.

Did you find it?

Fifteen bags, Paolo!

Blessing from the Lord.

Let's unload! Come on.
Let's dock the boat. Come on.

-Merry Christmas!
-[gasps]

-[sighs]
-[sighs]

Thank you. I'll… I'll prepare it.

Vicè. How are you feeling?

[indistinct chatter]

Good morning! You can come in
as soon as we open up.

We have plenty of quinine for everybody.

Here you go. Please, go ahead.

Just a moment, sir. We'll serve them,
and be right with you. Thank you.

Please come in.

Would you look at that. So, it's true.

-Canzoneri doesn't have any quinine left.
-Thank you.

-[Carmelo] Excuse me, excuse me.
-Hey! You're supposed to get in line!

They're right, you have to get in line.

You're not pharmacists.
You can't sell medicine!

You're absolutely right,
we're not pharmacists. We're merchants.

Now, what did you call us here?
Uh, shopkeepers.

And yet…

take a look.

[sniffs]

Where did you buy it?

Merchants are supposed
to know where to restock, hmm?

If you need some, sir…

-get in line like everybody else.
-This isn't over yet, Florio.

Oh, what an idiot.

Our apologies for the holdup.
What do you need, sir?

Something everybody needs
and only you have.

Is this enough…

for a bag like that?

-We can only sell enough for treatment.
-I understand.

You know your position
is very advantageous.

The demand is high
and the supply is very low.

Why should you even help
a merchant at all?

After all, I am a competitor.
And also, I'm not even from here,

therefore, I shouldn't expect
to be treated with favor.

Well, I'm not from here either,
neither is my brother

and we haven't been treated
with favor in Palermo.

And yet, look, every aristocrat in Palermo
has sent their servants to buy from you.

From one outsider to another,
since no one helps us,

we should help each other perhaps,
you know?

Right, Don Paolo?

[chuckles nervously]

Um, so, what will it be, Don Paolo?

-Is one bag enough?
-Thank you.

Ben Ingham. I owe you a favor.

Florio.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

You can do it! Throw it, come on!

-You're going to lose, anyway!
-Come on, you can do it!

-[child 1] You missed it.
-You missed.

Vincenzo, come on now, don't miss.

-[child 1] Yes!
-[child 2] Yes!

-I told you!
-[Vincenzo] Yeah.

-You're the best.
-Yeah! Yeah!

We always win!

[children cheer]

[door opening]

-[footsteps approaching]
-[chuckles]

We were waiting for you, darling.

-Good evening, Mama.
-[kisses] Have a seat.

-Hello, Vicè.
-[Vincenzo] Good evening, Uncle.

[Paolo] Were you at the harbor?

-All he does is play.
-What else should he be doing at his age?

[Giuseppina] Exactly.
What else should he do, love?

Life's troubles can wait some more.

Starting tomorrow, things change.
In the morning you'll study

and in the afternoon
you'll be at the shop.

So, you can learn to read, write,
do math. Everything.

No more playing around like a little kid.
Keep your elbows down.

And slow down! You're not a peasant.

Thank you.

Right, and those kids the one's, uh,
from Bagnara, you can't see them anymore.

Why? They're my friends.

They're peasants,
their parents are peasants.

-Thank you, Olimpia.
-[Paolo] You're not like those kids.

You are the child of Paolo Florio.
Don't ever forget that.

-Isn't he also a kid from Bagnara?
-Do you always have to contradict me?

Mm. These artichokes are terrific,
Giuseppina.

They're better in Bagnara.

Heaven forbid, anything should be
better here than Bagnara!

Look at this house, will you?

It's three times bigger
than our Bagnara house,

yet you're nagging.

Even in the summer it's cold.
Too many rooms.

If it's small, it's too small!
If it's large, it's too large!

Why do you need all this space?

Perhaps, this is the right moment
to fill this space up, don't you think?

[♪ sorrowful music playing]

Vicè, how would you like a little brother?

-Where are you going?
-I'm not hungry.

-We're still eating.
-I'll clean up.

We have a maid, have you forgotten?
I even got you a maid, for God's sake.

Get out.

You haven't let me touch you
in over a year. Huh?

-A man has needs, you understand?
-Go away!

-[Paolo] Do you understand?
-[Giuseppina] Don't touch me!

-Stop it! You're my wife.
-Leave me alone.

-You do what I say, when I say.
-[Giuseppina] Leave me alone! [groans]

-[Paolo] Don't move!
-[Giuseppina sobbing, sniffling]

-Let me go!
-[Paolo] Stay still.

-[Giuseppina groaning] Let me go! No!
-[Paolo] Stay still!

[Giuseppina] No!

[♪ sorrowful music concludes]

Goodbye.

Ah, good morning, Baroness.

Good morning.
I'd like to put an order in.

At your service. What can we get for you?

I'd like some Baltic amber,
some hair lacquer, and some saffron.

Write it down, Vicè.

We'll have it delivered to you
by next week.

-Thank you.
-[Paolo] Our pleasure.

Ah, Baroness!

Excuse me. I'll write the bill for you.

-Mm. I have no money on me at the moment.
-It's not a problem.

Uh, however, with all due respect,

perhaps you could leave something
as collateral?

We don't need collateral.
The Baroness is a trusted customer.

My husband will send someone
to pay the bill soon. Good bye.

[Paolo] Good bye.

When is she sending this, uh,
this someone? [chuckles sarcastically]

The Baroness has a register
full of unpaid orders.

We'll never see that money.

Roll down your sleeves, Ignazio.
We're not porters anymore.

I can roll them down,
but nothing will change.

[chuckles sarcastically]
They'll never respect us, I'm afraid.

They disdain us, Paolo,
because we're simple "shopkeepers"

who deal with money.

What else should we deal with?

-Money, Vicè.
-[♪ soft music playing]

Money is the only power
we have over those folks.

The only way to get their respect.

-We will never be like them.
-Who are we, anyway?

Can you smell it?
Can you smell the scent of the spices?

That's who we are.

Close the store.

This early?

-I have something to show both of you.
-Ah, a surprise.

[Ignazio] Look how big it is!

[Paolo] Imagine the amount of spices
we can store in here, huh?

We put the quinine here.

The sumac here,
and there's cinnamon, pepper,

cumin, aniseed, saffron. Everything.

[Ignazio] What does Barbaro think
about this?

Why should I ask Barbaro?

He's our partner.
We can't simply cut him out.

Remember, it was you and I
who pulled all the weight around here.

This is our accomplishment.

Everyone in Palermo already hates us.

Now, you're trying to get us
in bad terms with our family?

The only family
that matters to me is this.

And soon it will get even bigger.

-Giuseppina is pregnant.
-[♪ sorrowful music playing]

You're having a little brother, Vicè.
Are you happy?

Yes. Yes, Papa.

So?

It's very good news!

[♪ sorrowful music concludes]

[Giuseppina] Dear Mattia,
I miss you more and more by the day.

I still haven't learned
to live my life away from Bagnara.

This place feels so hostile.
It poisons my blood.

Paolo's business is doing well.
It gets better and better.

But I can't be happy about it.

I find myself thinking
about shameful things…

about decisions I might regret.

The thing is…

when I ask God for help,
he doesn't answer me,

so I decide for myself.

At the risk of making mistakes.

Do you know where Donna Mariuccia is?

Over there in the back.

[Giuseppina] There?

Thank you.

Are you Donna Mariuccia?

-What do you want?
-I was told you help women in trouble.

Come in.

Okay, let's see what kind of trouble
we're talking about.

We still have time.
Good thing you came here right away.

The sooner, the better.

My grandmother told me that
when a woman gets rid of her baby,

the Virgin Mary turns away from her.

Right now you're talking to me.
Forget about the Virgin for a bit, okay?

Is it going to hurt?

Donna Giuseppina, I know who you are.

You have a store, a big house,
a husband, a very handsome son.

Why don't you want to have another child?
What's the problem?

Other people have always chosen for me.

First my father, then my husband.

Now, it's my turn.

-Do you have a husband?
-[clicks tongue]

Then you won't understand me.

The roots are here.

-How many bags did we get?
-Twenty-seven, just yesterday.

[Paolo] Spread the leaves out.
There's plenty of room.

I thought it was another
of Canzoneri's lies,

-but would you look at that.
-Good morning, Brother.

I thought the sign on the door said
"Florio & Barbaro," am I mistaken?

-We're partners and we are family!
-Oh, we're family, are we?

When you had us buy
that worm-infested shop,

you forgot that we were family, right?

It's only thanks to Ignazio and me

-that the shop became what it is today.
-Come on. We can work this out

-like civilized folks.
-Ah, because of you?

Who got the quinine
when everyone else in Palermo

didn't even have an ounce of it?

But who is the one
who found the supplier? Me.

Who convinced him?
Who made the deal with him?

If you're so good at managing things,

how come you don't even know
what's happening in your own family?

[♪ tense music playing]

-What are you saying?
-Someone saw Giuseppina, your wife…

paying a visit to Mariuccia, the midwife.
The woman who kills unborn babies.

Get out! Get out of my sight!

-[Barbaro] Come and make me.
-[Paolo] I said, get out right now!

-Get outta here!
-[Barbaro] You son of a bitch!

-Leave right now.
-[Barbaro] This isn't over!

-[grunts] This isn't over.
-Let him go.

[Barbaro] You better watch out!

Don't listen to him, Paolo.
Don't listen to him.

[Paolo] What the fuck did you do?

-Paolo, what are you doing?
-[Paolo] Did you kill my son?

-Why would you do that?
-I didn't do anything!

-[Paolo] They saw you!
-[whimpers]

Now, everyone in Palermo knows
what sort of woman Giuseppina Florio is!

-You disgraced our name!
-Is that all you care about?

-I wanted that child.
-[Giuseppina groaning]

-I wanted it! I wanted it!
-[Giuseppina groans]

-Don't hurt her!
-Get out of here!

-[Vincenzo] Papa!
-Get out of here!

-I wanted it!
-I kept it!

-[♪ tense music concludes]
-[Giuseppina breathes heavily]

It's still here.

-You're still pregnant?
-[Giuseppina scoffs]

Why did you go see her, then?

Because I hate you.

I hate this house and I hate this city.

The only joy in my life is Vincenzo.

But he's growing,
and soon I won't have anything left.

That's the only reason I didn't do it.

[in Sicilian]
♪ Beautiful, beautiful little angel ♪

♪ I watch over you and protect you ♪

♪ I hold you close to my heart ♪

♪ Heart to heart with me
So sleep peacefully ♪

[groans]

[Vincenzo, in English] Mama? What's wrong?

It's nothing.

It's all right. It's all right. [groans]

-[groans]
-What's wrong with you?

[Giuseppina] It's nothing.
Go to sleep, Vicè.

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[Vincenzo] You're bleeding.

[midwife] Now, you just have to rest.

Stay in bed for three days.
Take care of yourself, Donna Giuseppina.

Here.

You're always here for me.

Always you.

Well?

What did the midwife say?

Vicè, let's go for a walk, shall we?

The baby?

It was him. He hit her. I was there.

Don't think about it.

How do you do it? How do you see
what he does and do nothing?

Well, I just try to look beyond all of it.

There's nothing beyond it,
except for the sea.

Why don't you have a wife?

Because the woman I loved
happened to marry someone else.

Well, couldn't you just beat him up?

No.

No.

What does violence ever solve?
Nothing. You hear?

Do you still think about her?

All the time.

You have to let her know, then.

No. She already knows about it.
And that's all that matters to me.

Come here. Hoist the sail.

Good! Now, tie it in a firm knot.

[bell tolling]

[Ignazio] Vicè!

SPICE SHOP
FLORIO

Let's see if you're strong enough
to help your uncle with this bag.

Here.

Another letter from Mattia?

It's the fifth one from her.
I won't forgive Barbaro, though.

-He's her husband.
-And we're her brothers.

-You can't ask her to choose.
-[Paolo] She's already made her choice.

Do you remember when he took our boat
and left us with nothing?

Am I the only one who hasn't forgotten?

You're so hardheaded,
of course, you haven't forgotten.

[scoffs]

-[coughs]
-What's wrong?

Are you okay? Do you need some water?

No. I'm fine.

Should we buy a gift for mama?
It's her name day today.

I'm going out.

I have something to do first.

Actually, Vicè, come with me.

That way, I can show you how I'll get
those people to respect the Florios.

[♪ soft music playing]

[Mattia] My dear Paolo,
I offer you my prayers,

and beg you to put an end
to this ongoing feud between siblings.

Matters of money should never be enough
to poison our hearts.

[Paolo] Donna Eleonora, good morning.

-Who is this?
-Paolo Florio, honor to meet you.

My son Vincenzo.

I was passing by,

and if I may, I wanted to remind you
of a small bill that was left unpaid

in the spice shop.

-What bill? What is he talking about?
-It's nothing, really.

Well, I'm sure it's a misunderstanding.
Your attendant must have forgotten to pay,

but since I'm here, uh…

What are you saying?
We don't deal with money ourselves.

Well, I wouldn't dream of it.

But I'm sure that a man of your lineage
knows that all debts must be honored.

Being so knowledgeable of my lineage,
maybe you should also be aware

that folks like you have no business
addressing folks like us.

Get out of my sight.

And don't you come back to my home
to beg ever again you understand?

And you, you better learn
how this world works, boy.

[♪ pensive music playing]

Come on, let's go.

You see why I work so hard every day?

So that you may never get treated
like that. Never.

[♪ pensive music concludes]

-Good evening.
-[Cristina] Good evening.

-[shopkeeper] Good evening.
-How can I help you, sir?

Um…

-I'd like to buy a gift.
-[Cristina] For?

-Um, name day celebrations.
-No. [chuckles] No, who is it for, I mean.

-For your wife?
-My wife?

No. No, no, no. It's not for my wife,
it's for my sister-in-law.

[Cristina] Do you anything,
uh, specific in mind?

A dress? Maybe a hat?

She likes elegant things,
but not too sophisticated.

Simple things.

Something that she would use every day…

[chuckles softly] …but special.

-Cristina, show him the brooch.
-Oh, right. I'll just be a moment.

[♪ soft music playing]

This one.
This one, yes, this is beautiful.

I'll take this.

[Cristina] Very well.

[coughs, clears throat]

Giuseppina?

Giuseppina.

-Ignazio, thank goodness you're here.
-[Ignazio] What happened?

Paolo is not feeling well.

Paolo!

What's wrong? How do you feel?

[scoffs] It's nothing.
She's making a fuss for nothing.

Oh, really? Do you think
this is nothing? He's coughing up blood.

I said it's nothing.
Enough of this nonsense-- [coughs]

-See, how is that nothing?
-[coughs]

-[groans]
-[♪ sorrowful music playing]

[coughs]

[sniffles]

Wash all the linen
with boiling water and lye.

[Giuseppina] Olimpia.

-Come here.
-Hmm.

[Paolo sniffling]

Take me out of town.

No one in Palermo must know that I'm ill.

It's bad for our business.

[Paolo coughs]

You have to be
what I can no longer be.

And you must take care of Vincenzo.

You know I've always loved him
like my own son.

[Paolo] Yeah, but it's more than that now.

[breathes heavily]
You have to raise him. [coughs]

[♪ melancholy music playing]

You have to be his father.

[coughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[♪ melancholy music concludes]

[Vincenzo] Are you here
to tell me he's dead?

Go on, tell me. What are you waiting for?

Everyone, Vicè, has their destiny
written in their bones.

From the day they were born.

This was your father's destiny.
This was God's will.

I don't care if this was God's will…

I want him to stay.

Are you afraid?

Go say goodbye to him, Vicè.

Hmm?

Go say goodbye.

[♪ soft music playing]

[Paolo] Can you smell it?
Can you smell the scent of the spices?

-That's who we are.
-[Paolo] That's who we are.

[♪ soft music concludes]

ARENELLA FISHERY, SICILY 1830

[notary] In return for the loaned sum,
Baron Mercurio Nasca of Montemaggiore

gives to Vincenzo Florio
marine and land equipment, the gangplanks,

the anchors, the barrels,

the fishery stores,
and the adjoining coastal waters.

Is everyone in accord?

Baron, there is no turning back from this.
Are you sure you want to sell the fishery?

He left me no choice! This jerk.
He's taking advantage of my misfortune!

-He's forcing me to sell it cheaply.
-[Vincenzo] You can withdraw.

We can forget about it.

Leave things as they are
at the moment, Baron.

Damn it! Sign and get out of my sight!

[coins clattering]

You're despicable and have no respect.

[in French] You're an insolent parasite!

[in English] Good luck to you, Baron.

The Baron is right about one thing.
I'm just like all of you.

I know what it's like to work hard,

to break your back
in order to get your daily bread

to feed your children and your families.

There's room for everyone here,
but this has to be your decision.

You can stay or you can leave.

If you choose to stay,

I promise you'll be treated
with the dignity

and respect that you deserve.

Understood?

[in Italian] Goodbye.

[in Sicilian]
♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪

-♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪
-♪ Come, holy savior ♪

♪ Come, oh, Lord, and help us ♪

♪ Come… ♪

[♪ Muse "Supermassive Black Hole" playing]

[in English]
♪ Ooh, baby, don't you know I suffer? ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, can't you hear me moan? ♪

♪ Glaciers melting in the dead of night ♪

♪ And the superstar's
sucked into the supermassive ♪

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

♪ Menomale che non sei normale ♪

♪ Come tutti quanti ♪

♪ Che lasci tutto e torni ♪

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

♪ E allora come mai ♪

♪ C’hai messo così tanto
ad incontrarmi qui ♪

♪ A farne il tuo bersaglio ♪

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

♪ Lo vedi quant’è bello
dividersi un destino ♪

♪ C’è una notte stellata
tra le ciminiere ♪

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

♪ Ed una da inventare ♪

♪ Ed una da capire ♪

♪ Ed una da durare io e te ♪

♪ Ed una da impazzire io e te ♪

[♪ music concludes]