All language subtitles for Novecento.1976.Part.2.720p.BluRay.AAC.x264-CRiSC

(PANTING)

I feel like I never want
to go home again.

Swear.

That you'll never become
a fat, vulgar landowner.

Swear. Swear!

I swear. I swear.

And swear that
you'll love me forever and marry me never.

Swear! Swear!

(GASPS)

I swear
I'll marry you forever!

(SHOUTING)

Never!

(EXCLAIMING)
Give me your hand.

My hand? Never!

Oh, you're such a liar!

OTTAVIO: Quiet,
if you please!

ADA: What's going on?

Ottavio?

This is
very delicate work I'm doing.

What are you doing?

I'm taking
some artistic photographs.

Who are you?
Why are you standing there?

Us? Oh, we're babes
in the woods.

Oh, yes, with
empty stomachs, signora.

And now that you've
discovered my secret love for, uh, photography?

(MUSIC PLAYING)
Well, I think we know how to keep a secret.

MAN 1: Who told you?

MAN 2:
Mr. Ritter just came in by train from Florence.

MAN 3: He said that's all
they were talking about.

Not only that,
but he saw them with his own eyes.

MAN 1: Carabinieri
and the Royal Guard,

swarming all over the place.

Lines with fixed bayonets
all along the way.

The march on Rome.
MAN 2: You think so?

The go-ahead sign will come
when you least expect it.

And Rome,
the whole south will give way.

Mussolini is a sculptor
of words.

With every speech...

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

He's an artist.
He just knows one sentence.

What's the spiritual
question?

He's a master,
a master.

To spirituality. Salute.

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Are you going
to leave me alone?

Don't go without me.

After all.

MAN 1: So,
he told him. Loud.

MAN 2: Right to his face.

Either the police chief
here in Naples

minds his own business
or we...

MAN 3: That's the only way.

MAN 4:
He's always interfering.

Too controversial.
Too controversial.

MAN 5: Castor oil
in the morning...

MAN 6: The only way
to handle him is to be firm.

It's time we became firm.

We've been
too lenient with them.

MAN 7:
At the Chamber of Commerce no one knows anything.

They never have.
They never have and they never will.

But it's a political
maneuver, isn't it?

The Chamber of Commerce...

The Chamber of Commerce!
It's more than political. It's revolutionary.

Nevertheless, someone
at the Chamber of Commerce should have been told.

ADA: Look,
our photographer.

What is he up to?

(WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING)

I'll be right there. Wait.

What's this,
a disguise?

It's the newest thing,
Professor.

If you want
to stay in business, you follow the trend.

Uh, leave it there.

Thank you.

Are we leaving?

That's right.
Ah.

As soon as we're ready.

And where are we going?
Darmina.

Darmina. It's an obsession.

But why?

To the south, the south.

Oh, yes, as far away
as possible from those pigs in their black shirts.

(LAUGHING)

This takes you
even farther.

Even farther south.

Cocaine?

Cocaine?

Oh, I'd like to try some.
Let me try some.

Why do you cut it like...
ADA: Shh.

To the novice.

(SNIFFING)

Oh!

What a tragedy!
OTTAVIO: What a waste, you mean.

Oh!
A little more. Here.

(ALL SNIFFING)

Ah, ah, just a moment.
Leave some for us.

Oh, greedy.

Hey, what's happened
to you?

I can't feel anything.

You have to wait a bit.
You've never done it.

Give yourself a chance.

I can't feel anything.

I mean, uh...

My nose is numb,

but I can't feel anything.

(SNIFFING)

(OTTAVIO LAUGHING)

I don't feel a thing.

Hey, where are you going?

It's taking effect.

I can't feel anything.

Well, anyway.
So, what are we going to do, huh?

I know.

I want a photograph.

Good idea.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Who is it?
MAN: Telegram.

One moment.
Coming.

? Be right there ?

Pirouette.

Jete.

Port de bras.

Here I come. Lift.

It's for you.

You have to leave
right away.

Your father is ill.

Hold it.

(CAMERA CLICKING)
Perfect.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

ALFREDO: Hey.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Wearing your father's coat.

What are you doing
in my father's study?

And with
my father's gun, hmm?

I'm keeping it.

Oh, go ahead.
It doesn't matter.

He doesn't need it.

How did he die?

In the cow shed.

He said, uh,

"My legs are weak,
as if I were dreaming."

He didn't suffer at all.

Hmm.

The cow shed, huh?

It seems
to run in the family.

OLMO: You've been away
for a month.

There are a lot of things
you don't know.

Send Attila away.

There's still time.

Fire him at once.

Today.

Huh?

No, it wouldn't do any good.

He's a fascist, a killer!

Kick him out.
It will make an impression.

Not now. Mussolini's won.
Italy's really changed.

Things have changed here, too.
I've changed and so have you.

What do you mean?
I mean, uh...

You give the orders now,
for God's sake.

You're the master!

Then I'm your master.

ROSINA: Olmo.

Olmo. Quick,
they're coming back.

ALFREDO: Olmo.

Here, take it with you.
It's yours anyway.

Otherwise, what kind
of a thief would you be?

Is that your baby
with your mother?

Yes.

It's a girl.

And Anita?

She died giving birth.

(SOBBING)

Listen to me, Alfredo,

send Attila away.

(BELL TOLLING)

I prayed and prayed
that you'd come in time.

(SOBBING) Now you are all
I have left.

ELEONORA: How he suffered
after you went away.

Do you mind
waiting outside?

Mama, I have
something to tell you.

Sit down. Sit down.

I have something
to tell everyone. Sit down.

Sit down, Aunt Amelia.
Sit down.

Uh...

I have, uh, something
to tell everyone.

Um...

I don't know
if I should say this.

Maybe I should wait.

It's not exactly
the right moment to say this but...

Uh...

I've decided something
and, um...

Uh...

I'm getting married.

Do you think that this is
the right moment to joke?

What a rush.

Is she pregnant?

(ELEONORA SOBBING)

What's her name?

ALFREDO: Ada.

Ada.

Of a good family? Huh?

Is she chic?
Tell me, is she chic?

She is French.
Oh!

She's traveled
and she's educated?

Mmm-hmm.

Is she pretty?

And healthy?

Oh, we'll have a wedding
that'll make everyone die of envy.

When will it be?
Very soon.

(WEDDING MARCH PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

WOMAN 1:
Long live the bride!

WOMAN 2:
Long live the bride! Long live the bride and groom!

Alfredo!
God bless you both, fearless youth.

Your faith is with us
like a presage of love and affection,

a haven of prolific
happiness together.

That by the bride's
moral pledge of fidelity

shall continue
this noble race

touched by
that divine light.

A light that shall guide
from strife

each new child
in his walk through life.

(ALL CLAPPING)

She's too pretty.

Far too pretty
for a wife.

She's more than a wife.
Ada's a mistress.

Mistress, my ass.

Oh!

She won't be
any good in bed.

Regina,
what a way to talk.

I give her one year.

WOMAN: Alfredo. Alfredo,
she's so beautiful.

Enchanting, really.

Oh, how delightful,
this party.

I was so glad when I heard
that we were invited.

You're really a piece of shit.

You know, I hate you.

I detest you.

I should be in your place.

May I?

A souvenir.

May I?

Wait.

You will look so pretty,

like a bride.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: I put my bet
on Attila!

MAN 2: What are you
talking about? Falcone will win.

Attila. Attila
will beat him.

Come on, come on!
Come on, Falcone!

If you pin him,
half of my money is yours.

Come on, Falcone,
you can do it!

REGINA: Attila!

(MEN CHATTERING)

Ah! My bride.

(ATTILA GRUNTING)

PATRIZIO:
Oh, look at Attila's gloves. They're beautiful.

MAN: You'd like me
to get you a pair?

Papa, if you do,
I'll be good. I swear.

And a black shirt, too?

(GRUNTS)

ATTILA: Signor Alfredo,

together we salute you
and your new bride.

Get off the table!

Send them away.

I can't stand them.
I can't stand them!

Look, don't be upset.

These are only our neighbors,
the same as always.

The only difference is
the color of their shirts.

That's what I mean.
It makes all the difference.

They're like our relatives.
We have to invite them to our wedding.

After this, we won't
have to see them for another 10 years.

Oh, 100 years. Promise.

A thousand years,
I promise.

Is it all one family?

Yes, all Dalcos.

Before the war,
there were twice as many.

Who is that beautiful woman
by the fire?

Oh, that's Rosina.
That's Olmo's mother.

Where is Olmo?

I looked for him.
I haven't seen him all day.

And Ottavio?

I'll never forgive him.

Fine friends we have.

Go on. Go on. Go.

Rosina, would you like
some confetti?

Oh, thank you, signora.
Thank you.

I knew him
when he was so high.

So long ago.

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: It was almost dawn
when we stopped the trucks

in front of that tavern,
and saw the boys from Ferrara.

I swear to you,
we couldn't...

Glorious day,
Serafini. Glorious.

ALFREDO: Regina.
To us, gentlemen.

And then they started yelling,
"Let's march on to Rome," and so on, you know.

Just remember something.
You keep well away from Ada.

Who'd dare to touch
your precious wife, huh?

You think
she'll stand living here

with the pigs, the shit,
the Dalcos?

Attila.

Shut the door.

Shut the door!

It is not the tradition
of this household

to have our staff members,
together with family members,

mixing on
the dining room table.

If you have
the irresistible urge

to express yourselves
in this manner again,

you will do it
outside the house.

Is that clear?

This is what
you were waiting for.

(SCOFFS)

To become the padrone.

God only knows
how long you have been waiting.

And another thing,

I know you look impressive
in that uniform,

but my wife doesn't want
to have any Black Shirts in the house.

Many women are...

Come on, Alfredo.

He's not educated, I agree,
but listen to me.

Hang on to him.
He's your watchdog.

Well, where were you,
watchdog,

when they broke
into my father's file?

No.

No.

What happened to the gun
he kept in there?

Must have been a communist.

They don't even have respect
for the dead.

You and your bride
can rest without fear.

The gun will be returned
to its proper place.

Never mind the gun.

You're here
to keep Regina as far away from my wife as possible.

Send me away.

Why don't you send me away?

No, I want you here.

You're part
of the inheritance.

(EXCLAIMING)

WOMAN: This is
the prettiest house...

Attila, look at me.

It's an arm-wrestle.

(GRUNTING)

Is it true you win
all the arm-wrestles?

And when I think
how fond I am of this house.

Regina, it's been decided.

We're all moving
into the city.

They have a right
to be alone.

And you tell me
just like that?

I'm not coming.
I'll stay here.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Oh! Look who's here.

Ottavio.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

It's a little late.
Your wedding present.

My wedding present. Oh!

Ottavio!

Thank you.

His name is Cocaine.

Cocaine.

Beautiful.
Thank you, Uncle.

He's beautiful.

His name
is Cocaine.

(SNIFFS)

I want to ride him.

Oh, the stirrup.

One, two, three, up.

(ALL CHEERING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: Oh! Oh!
What a stunning gift.

How magnificent.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Come in here, you coward.

Now, you make love
to me here,

in this house.
I'll make love to you.

I'll make love to you...
It's my house, too.

...so hard.
I'm part of the inheritance.

Didn't you know?

The gentry
have a special place to masturbate.

Alfredo and I
used to do it here.

You're a beast!

I felt so sorry for you.

Standing there,
taking the insults.

At heel beside your master.

I'm his watchdog.
Then bite!

Bark!

Don't let him treat me
that way.

He cannot treat me
that way!

What kind of a man are you?

Who are you?

(SNARLING)

Never bite the hand
that feeds you

so long as you
need to be fed.

But Alfredo is rotten!
He's rotten!

Alfredo's your cousin.

(GRUNTING)

Look at the bitch.

Just married
and she's running away.

(LAUGHING)

Regina,

I love you.

I gain strength

from insult and humiliation.

I gain strength.

And Italy is my master.

I serve only her.

That is what we marched for.

The rich, they take
and they steal and they...

They eat. They eat well
and they are rotten.

We fascists,

we eat crumbs
and we gain strength.

Alfredo Berlinghieri,

you,

and all parasites,

will pay the bill

for the fascist revolution.

And the bill
will not be cheap.

The bill
will not be cheap.

Everybody will pay.

Everybody, rich and poor,
gentry and peasant,

they will pay with money
and land and bread

and cows and cheese
and blood and shit!

(MOANING)

You really love me?

You love me?

Will you love me forever?

Attila?

Regina, I love you forever.

Here are your gloves.

My gloves.

Our best man.

Have you ever played
the wedding game, huh?

Huh?

Have you ever played
the wedding game?

(OLMO SHOUTING)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
My net! Keep still!

Keep still!
You'll rip my net. You're scaring him.

You'll rip my net.
It costs money. Keep still.

Get me out of here!
What are you waiting for?

If you don't keep still
for a minute...

Oh!

Take it easy
and you'll be free again.

Well? Come on!

Uh-huh.

Can you...
Can you help me?

What is this net doing here?

It's a trap,
a trap for brides.

Do you catch many?

You're the first.

And the last.

Help me down.

Is all this land ours?

All yours.

I have a feeling
I'm going to like it here.

I used to think
I hated the country.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SNIFFING)

Oh, I love
the smell of earth.

That's dried shit.

Ugh!

What's in there?

No, no!

No!

My birds are in there.

What are you doing?

Help me up now.

They were all
at the party today, except you.

Yes, except me.

Alfredo thinks of you
as a real friend, you know that.

Yes, I know.

I know,
but we're different.

So perhaps you're not
such good friends.

Perhaps.

Maybe you're enemies!

MAN: Patrizio!

What did you have to eat?

Patrizio!
All kinds of hors d'oeuvres

and salmon mousse.

And what else?
Larks on a spit,

fresh sturgeon
and suckling pig.

Have you seen my son?

Oh, no, I haven't.
And what else?

If I catch him,
I'll give him a real thrashing.

All the usual
boiled meats with...

Patrizio.

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

Patrizio!

(SOBBING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Patrizio.

Are you gonna tell someone
on us? Will you?

Are you gonna tell someone
on us? Will you?

You wouldn't tell
anyone on us.

PATRIZIO: Let me go.

(REGINA LAUGHING)
Let me go! Let me go!

No! No, let me go!

(ATTILA MOANING)

(PATRIZIO SCREAMING)

(CLATTERING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

ALL: Patrizio!

Come on, let's search
through there.

WOMAN: Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

GIRL: Patrizio!

Not here, not there.

WOMAN: Patrizio!

Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

Patrizio!
WOMAN 2: I'm getting mud all over my shoes.

MAN: Are you sure
he didn't go home?

Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

Where are you hiding?
Patrizio! Patrizio!

I don't feel like
seeing him now.

I'll come tomorrow.

(GROANS)

Alfredo!

Patrizio!

MAN: Patrizio!

I didn't see you at Mass.

Thanks for coming.

Patrizio!

Good catch?

A few thrushes.

A few thrushes.

MAN 1: Patrizio!
MAN 2: Patrizio!

Patrizio!

WOMAN 1: Patrizio!
Patrizio!

Do you like my wife?

Very good-looking couple,
Ada and the horse.

Where's my father's gun?

I've hidden it.

You'd better be careful.

If you don't use it,
it gets rusty.

MAN 3: Patrizio!
MAN 4: Patrizio!

Did you look
in the chicken coop?

(LAUGHING)

Yes, we're going
to the farm now.

Patrizio!

It belonged
to Lady Godiva, you know.

Then I should
ride him nude. How nice.

It's the right moment.

(GRUNTING)

(SHUDDERING)

What's happened?
In--In there.

Signora!
Signora, what is it?

In there.

(SOBBING) In there.

(WAILING)

(SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

REGINA: What have they
done to him?

What have they done?

What have they done to him?

It happened
just a little while ago. What have they done?

He must still be around.

Look, look!

You.

You weren't
at the wedding.

WOMAN: I know him!

He'd kill us all!

They're all alike,
those peasants.

ATTILA: Olmo Dalco,

don't move.

I accuse you
of the murder of this child.

Hit him!

Murderer! Hit him!

(OLMO GROANING)

ROSINA: Olmo!

Olmo!

They're killing him.

But Olmo had nothing
to do with it.

He couldn't have.
He was with me.

(SOBBING)

Go on, kill him!

He killed him! Killed!

One day
they'll kill all of you!

I know who killed him.

I did.

Killer!

Killer!

The killer has come.
I didn't mean to.

It was an accident.

ATTILA: Come on.

Attila, stop that.
That's enough.

That's all. Stop it.
Stop. Stop!

(COUGHING)

Take this man
to the police.

I didn't do it.

I never hurt a fly.
I didn't do it.

I'm a little crazy.
I was joking. I only said it because...

Look, he's been
stealing food.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the reception is over.

It's beginning to rain,
and it's getting dark,

and I think everyone
should leave now.

Look at the state Olmo's in.
Why didn't you stop them?

What do you mean,
the state Olmo's in?

What about the state
Patrizio was in?

(SOBBING) Olmo's innocent!
I told you, I was with him!

I know you were with him!

You're becoming
like them. Worse.

No! Ottavio, no!

Don't go away.
No, stay.

I'm sorry, Ada.

I'll never
set foot here again.

(SOBBING)

(CAR PULLING AWAY)

(WAILING)

No!

MAN: All right, another one.
Come on. Let's pull him out.

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(PIGS YOWLING)

Get him on his back.

Hold him, now.

(YOWLING)

MAN: Hey, Olmo,
let him work. Let him work.

That's got him.

Papa! Papa!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

What a hand, huh?

Exact. Two squares,
anytime.

(LAUGHING)

Nobody can kill pigs
as good as my papa.

(ALL LAUGHING)

WOMAN: Watch out, Olmo.

We saw Attila, and he said,
to slaughter our hogs,

we're a lot better off
if we find someone else.

He said you took on this work
so you'd be free to go to each house

and preach revolution,
family by family.

WOMAN: How is a man to live
if he can't work?

MAN: Like Attila.
He feeds on evil.

Stella.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Stella. Stella,
we need more water.

MAN 2: Here's some water.

WOMAN: There's more hot water.

You're Olmo!

You don't recognize me.

There was an amnesty.
They let me go.

I've been walking for 30 days.

You came back?

I walk and I walk
and I walk. Can't stop.

Then why did you have
to mix in that day?

You were down on the ground.

They were all on top of you.

They were beating you
to death.

All those years in jail
for nothing.

In jail, in a barn,

under a tree,
what's the difference?

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

MAN: Stop it! Stop it!
You know what they'll do.

You keep singing that song,
they'll break your heads, that's what.

The fascists
will put you in jail

if you make jokes
about Mussolini.

OLMO: I didn't
kill the boy.

You didn't kill the boy.

It was one of those men
with the black shirts on.

Who?

I saw him hide the body
in the cave.

Who was it?

It's hard to say.

In black shirts,
all killers look the same.

I walk and I walk
and I walk.

Can't stop.

Where is socialism?

MAN 1: When you get
what you want, you want more,

like animals that eat
because they can't stop.

The padrone can't stop.
You become a padrone, you can't stop.

MAN 2:
You get a piece of land, then you want another piece.

That's human nature.

We gotta fight human nature.
That's what's no good.

Stella.

The seminaries take in studs
and they fall out mules.

No good
to anybody.

Tell them, Carlino.
You're smarter than they think.

You let the priests
pay for your keep three or four years,

then we give them
a boot in the ass and long live Lenin.

What Lenin?

You've got to start
facing the truth.

They abolished our paper,

the community house is gone
and no more election.

OLMO: But this changed.
Look here.

Read it.
It's your newspaper.

The one our comrades print.

We could go to prison.
You can see how many have read it.

Now memorize it.
It's up to you.

Because once this is gone,
you'll teach the others.

Those who don't see it
and those who can't read. Here.

All right, I'll memorize
the newspaper,

but what good is it
if we have no party?

No leader?
Nobody to lead us?

Look at us, Olmo.
We're all scattered.

If one of us opens his mouth,
he gets slapped in jail.

Our party's outlawed,
we haven't got a chance.

No party? It's not true.
The party is no one but you.

And Eugene and Enzo
and Armando.

Cross over the river,
you'll find only Azales.

Need more, then go
and speak with the bellman.

You'll see the party
around you wherever you find hardworking men.

Go inside the prisons
and you'll see hundreds of your comrades.

The party's there, too.
It's everywhere.

Tell him, Eugene.
You tell him.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(HUMMING)

"A hundred factory workers
were arrested at Rossi Textiles.

"While 135 were..."

Anita!

Anita? Where'd
my daughter go?

Anita!

Olmo, she went
to the padrona for a lesson.

OLMO: What padrona?

Signora Ada.

Ada. Ada.

MAN: "Strikers paraded
in the city streets.

"Several came to blows
with fascist city officials

"who tried to block
the demonstration,

"including fascist
Mayor Aliani.

"The officials were forced
to call Milano for extra carabinieri.

"While fighting
with the troops,

"four of our comrades
were killed."

I don't know
where you'll get the courage to go home tonight.

(ALL LAUGHING)
His wife will kill him!

Hey, Berlinghieri,
I want a return match.

Now, now, now.
Calm down, Ferrara.

You've just lost
your whole stable of livestock.

What else can you stake?

He wants to end up
like your mayor friend in Mantua.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Clothes of honor,
and not much money,

the mayor stakes his wife.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me.
ATTILA: Signor Alfredo.

Cavaliere Pioppi would like
to have a word with you.

What shall I say to him?

I thought I told you
not to come into this place with mud on your shoes.

Cavaliere Pioppi.

You all know
Cavaliere Pioppi,

the only honest man
among us.

Now, if you'll excuse us
for a few minutes.

No, don't worry.
Don't worry about it. Everything will be all right.

You'll have a return match.
You'll lose some more livestock.

Thank God
you have your health.

I'm glad one of us
has a little enjoyment.

We've, uh...

We've trouble
making ends meet.

Our lands have been
barren. We've, uh...

As you must know,
your father and I were friends.

He was always telling me,

"Careful, Pioppi,
you're not an administrator.

"You let things
get out of hand." But he'd help us.

Yes, he helped us.
He helped us sign so many mortgages

there's not a piece of land
left in our name.

I wouldn't have
bothered you, only she insisted.

You and I have been
rather good friends.

It's embarrassing.
I, uh...

How much do you need?

Oh, I knew
you wouldn't refuse us.

You're more understanding
than your father was.

Well.

Well, do you have
anything left to mortgage at all?

The villa.

Olmo.

Hello.

The house, you said?

The villa.

You're not allowed
in here. Get away.

You don't learn easy,
do you, boy? You don't listen, do you?

Get away!

You've been told 100 times
you're not allowed in here. Don't you push me!

Somebody's gonna
teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

Get away!
Now, you get out of here!

You don't learn, do you?
You're gonna come to a bad end, boy.

You think you're the king
of this fucking castle.

Get away.
Attila.

The time's come
when I'll show you, once and for all, you're not!

Now, you get
out of here! Get away!

What the hell
is going on over here?

His shoes are dirty.

What are you doing here?
What do you want?

All right, I'm poor,

a peasant, a worker
and a killer.

And I want my daughter!

Attila!

"By the..."

ADA: "Rushes."

"...rushes and under the sky,

"my lovely house doth lie."

Good girl. Here you are.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Anita, come home.

But, Papa,
not before I finish.

(CHUCKLING)

I don't like you to come here,
you know that.

She has to learn
how to read and write.

You're not her mother.

I don't want her here!

He's right, you know.

I mean, what the hell
gives you the right to act like a missionary?

What the hell
gives you the right?

(SOBBING)
I love that child!

I don't care
whether you love that child.

The child
is out of place here.

Leave other people's
children alone.

(SHOUTING) All right.
Now I'll devote myself to our children!

No, don't! Just devote
yourself to me!

Oh, November's
the cruelest month of the year.

Damn it!

Bitch. Filthy bitch!

But I'll get in there.
I'll get a bottle.

(GRUNTING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

The key.

Now, give me the key.

The key!

Go and get drunk
at the tavern.

We're respectable people
here in this house.

Didn't you know that? Huh?

(LAUGHING)

I want that key!

I stick it
up your ass!

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

You stupid thing.

How stupid you are.

But why shouldn't you have
what you want?

You must drink
all you want.

You're the padrona.
Aren't you the padrona?

So you'll have
all the drink you want.

Help me.
Why don't you help me?

You want a drink?

I don't want it anymore.

I baptize you,
Regina, queen of the bitches.

(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

Ada!

Good evening.

Go to bed, little witch.
Go on.

Ada.

(LAUGHING)

Good night, angel.

Sleep well.

OLMO: Signora,

care for some wine?

Yes, I don't mind
if I do.

A drop is good
from time to time.

Two or three, even.

Uh-huh.

It's so nice here.

What's so nice,
may I ask?

Anita saying good night.

The smell of your supper.

The way
you are all together.

And your mother
sleeping by the fire.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you may live here
if you find it so nice. I'll put in a cot.

You know the big doors
that open into the court?

Every evening, the padrone
would close everybody in.

Really?

I remember the key.

It was as big as that.

And so the peasants
were all locked up,

same as prison.

We were able to dance,
to sing to our children.

Able to die,
but impossible to get out.

We had to be shut up
like beasts till morning.

Then what happened?

Came the morning,

the padrone
would send a servant to open the door for us.

I'm not talking
about the Middle Ages, either.

Amusing, no?
No.

Hmm.

Grandfather Leo was alive.
I was just a little boy.

Once Alfredo
got into our house here

and was locked up
with all of us.

Well, the doors
are open now

but Alfredo never comes.

What do you think of Alfredo?

The padrone are our enemies.
We have to destroy them all.

The padrone's Alfredo.

And me?

You are the padrona.

No, not really.
I am the wife of the padrone.

Hmm.

Anita, don't you think
her mother would have wanted her to study?

ROSINA: Olmo.

Rosina, we woke you up.

(SOFTLY) Olmo.

It's all right.
Go away.

I had a terrible
dream, Olmo. It's all right, Mama.

I was
on the top of a mountain with Grandfather Leo.

Yes.
"Look down," he said.

Come to bed.
"Those are the years to come.

"One is limping,
another is blind." It's all right.

"That one has no head."
It's late, Mama.

Take little Anita
and run away.

Run, Olmo.
Everything's gone to ruin.

(SCREAMS)

Do you hear that? He's there.

ATTILA: Shut up.

Over there. I saw him.
He was moving.

He comes to spy.

Go away, go away.
Leave us alone.

Do something!

Here?

Here?

(CAT MEOWING)
It's a cat!

Every night
I dream of that kid.

He's all covered
with blood.

I hate him.

You drive me crazy.

I'll never come
to this fucking room again!

(CAT YOWLING)

Don't be angry.
I'm fed up, too.

Whenever we feel
like doing it,

we have to behave
like a couple of thieves.

Hiding.

You could change all that
if you wanted to.

You give the orders
around here.

He's as weak
as a jellyfish.

Ada's drunk all the time.

You have the keys
to everything, don't you, my dear?

No. I deserve
a house of my own,

fit for somebody like me.

I know one.

Where?

Villa Pioppi.

The mortgage
is nearly due.

Can't you see us,

the two of us,

sitting together
in Chinese dressing gowns,

listening to the radio
broadcast from Rome?

A servant very quietly
comes in

with two glasses
of Marsala wine.

Marsala, my ass.
I want champagne.

(OLMO SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(SINGING)

Hey!

Stella!

Hey, where are you running?
What's the matter, sweetheart?

They took him away!

My Martino
and his brother Gelindo!

Who did it?

It's those guards.
They're taking them away.

The guards? What? Wait.

Wait. All of you,
come with me.

No. Olmo,
where are you going?

Have you lost your head?
Will you put that gun away?

You'll get us all in trouble.

You promised
to look out for us

and not lose your head
like this.

Prison.

Yes, prison.

Prison.

Prison.

Olmo, where are you going?

Prison!

Come back, Olmo!

Wait, Stella!

Martino! Gelindo!

Wait, Stella.

Stella.

Hold on, comrades!
We'll get you out of this!

Stop. You'll only
make it worse.

Hold on! Hold on!
No, no!

Martino! Gelindo!

STELLA:
You'll make it worse!

Come, come.

There are hundreds of us!
There are thousands!

There's no room
in your jails to keep us!

What are you doing, Olmo?

Can't you see
you're all alone?

OLMO: Stella, wait!

No, no!

The party
won't abandon you!

Yes, but these chains hurt!
They hurt all the same!

(GUARDS CHATTERING)

Christ is with us.

SIGNORA PIOPPI:
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Since my husband died,
they haven't left me in peace.

I have nothing but debts.

But all the same,
I have always made my offering

for the holy wounds
of Jesus.

It's true I don't have
the money for the mortgage,

but I look at it this way,

if I have to choose
between the mortgage and the holy wounds,

then I choose the wounds.

They wish
I were dead, anyway.

Oh, this has become
a fixation.

Don't you know
that blaming others is a sin?

A very bad sin.

You don't believe me?

What do you
call this, then?

Look, here's the proof.

Please, come on, please,
I can't bear cats, even live ones.

He used to sleep with me.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
They want to hurt the things I love.

They want to hurt me!
They want to take everything away from me!

They're wicked people!

There's the car.

Well, at last.
Yes.

Here.

MAN: Aren't you coming in?
They're waiting for you.

JOSEPHINE: No,
no, not tonight.

At least tonight,
one should stay at home.

Come on, Josephine.

Don't eat too much.
JOSEPHINE: (LAUGHING) Ciao, Pierro.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Evening, signor.
Good evening.

JOSEPHINE:
We'll play cards later. Maybe I'll get lucky.

Yes. See you all
about midnight.

Ciao. Ciao.

(ITALIAN MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

ADA: Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.
Mmm-hmm.

You know how long
I've been looking for you?

Signora Berlinghieri can
no longer drink at home

because the wine
is locked away.

She can no longer
drink in small cafes

because her husband
has given orders against it.

So she drinks in taverns.

I'm going to have you
locked up in an asylum.

I can drink here.

I can even fall
under the table.

(BOTTLE CLINKING)

Nobody sees me anyway.

Get up from there. Get up.

You look disgusting.

Your face is all swollen
from the alcohol.

You stink. Get up.

WOMAN ON RADIO: ...full of
the Christmas spirit... Get up.

...as you can tell
with their fun-loving song.

Do I disgust you, too?

...and right into your homes,
where on Christmas Eve

everyone should
find comfort and...

Am I swollen?

...and social order.
Happy mothers and fathers, but above all...

Do I stink?

MAN: Do you need help,
signora?

...favorite book
or favorite dolly, they find a piece of Christmas holly.

Let's get along
to one more song.

Don't get mixed up.
They'll only take you for a fool.

I know why you don't
want me to drink.

It's because
when I drink,

it gives me the courage
to tell you the truth.

You are different.
You have changed.

You are surrounded
by terrible, vulgar, arrogant bullies.

Murderers.

And you are even worse
than they are.

Come. Have a drink with us.

My husband wants to meet you.

Come on.
It's getting late.

Stop staring at them.
Come on. Let's go.

Stop staring, you idiot.
They'll get you in trouble. Move.

ADA: Hey! Hey!

Hey, wait a minute.

You can't refuse a drink.

Let us go, signora,
please.

Where are you going?

To wash, signora.

Why?
It's Christmas.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
Stay like this.

You're much more beautiful
the way you are.

Can I have your cap?

You really want it?
Yes.

To remember you by.

Excuse us, signora.
Excuse us, please.

What do you want?

What do you want
me to do? Huh?

Signore, we're closing.

We're leaving.

I'll get your coat.

ADA: Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal for sale.

You slut.

You like fooling around
with everyone.

Even Olmo.

Olmo?

What an imagination.

Is it my imagination
to have seen you together?

That I've seen you
with him before?

Is it my imagination
that I smell him on you?

Do you think Olmo
would have anything to do with the wife of a fascist?

Fascist?
I am not a fascist!

If you call me that again,
I will kill you!

If I see you again
with him, I will kill you!

You'll kill me
because we can't make love anymore.

Fighting, huh?

Lucky you. I guess
you love each other.

How are you?

How are you?

You know her?

I think so.

Sit down.

Uh...

Neve?

Uh, Neve, this is Ada.

I'm glad you remember me.

What about you?
You're not from around here.

You look like a lady.

But you are a lady,
aren't you?

She's my wife.

You know, after that day,
I never had another attack.

Oh, God knows
what went on in my head.

And then I found a man,
a good man. I liked him.

I--I was very fond of him.

When my mother died,
we got married. A hard worker.

We settled down here,
on this street. I still live here.

What happened to him?

Oh, he disappeared one day.

I never saw him again.

But even if he's taken up
with another woman, I'm happy.

I learn about
how to manage

and how I can
get by fine on my own.

There were no children.
It's the only thing I miss.

You know, I never knew
if it was my fault or his.

Oh, my cake. I forgot.

Why don't you stay here
and eat with us?

They are nice people,
you know.

And where can you go
this time of night?

You'll enjoy it,
you'll see.

MAN: Oh, Neve, I thought
you'd never show up.

WOMAN: She must have
lost time at the baker's. So many people waiting.

Alfredo,

I want a child.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)
ORESTE: Go. Go to your midnight Mass.

Ciao, Oreste.
Merry Christmas.

Sing your hearts out.

Let everybody know
what hypocrites you are.

Careful, Oreste.
The devil will take you.

I'm not afraid
of the devil. He's red, like me.

And when I die...

ATTILA: Who lives here?
Attila Mellanchini.

He's really come up
in the world.

He lives here alone?

No, with his
beloved Regina.

The most envied couple
in the whole valley.

Really?
(CHUCKLES) Yes.

SIGNORA PIOPPI:
Merry Christmas, Signorina Regina!

What are you doing out there
in the cold? Come inside.

REGINA: Merry Christmas,
Signora Pioppi!

We don't want
to be late for Mass!

Oh...

We can have a drop
to warm ourselves,

then we can all three
go together.

Oh, she's really crazy.

First, she cuts me down
in public,

then invites us
for a drink.

Marvelous.

Maybe she's trying
to make up to us.

What difference
does it make?

SIGNORA PIOPPI: Well,
aren't you coming?

Let's see
what it's like inside.

Merry Christmas,
Mr. Mayor.

You're making fun of me.

They'll elect you
one of these days.

You're still a young man.

Young and strong.

Everything is so artistic,
just like being abroad.

The house is perfect
for a real lady.

Very elegant.

(CLATTERING)
Very...

Very tasteful.

Do you really think so?

Come and see
the living room.

What is she doing?

I told you,
she's mad.

Uh...

(MRS. PIOPPI LAUGHS)

Caught you, didn't I?

Now you'll have to
listen to me.

SIGNORA PIOPPI: I'm the one
doing the talking now.

You want to get out?

Then you'll have
to sign a paper

saying this house
will remain mine.

Attila! Attila, look!

You got that mortgage
from my husband with threats,

with political blackmail!

You--You made
his heart give out.

You tormented the poor man
until he died.

"It's all so artistic,
as if you were abroad."

Made to order
for a high party official, isn't it, Mr. Black Shirt?

But now I've got you trapped
and I'll not let you go.

You're not leaving here.

This house is mine
and it'll stay mine.

"Made in

"Czechoslovakia."

(SIGHING)

Sinners. Rogues.

Concubine! Concubine!

You see? I told you.
She called you a concubine.

If we don't get married soon,
we'll be the laughingstock of the whole countryside.

The radio doesn't work.

You've harmed me
for the last time.

What has my poor cat
done to you?

Murderers.

That's what you are,
murderers.

Murderers! Murderers!
Murderers!

(MRS. PIOPPI LAUGHING)

(LATCH SQUEAKING)

Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Signora Pioppi, calm down.

Open the door.
You're really hysterical.

What are you talking about?

All these
silly accusations.

If you just open the door,
we can talk it over.

We're respectable people,
Signora Pioppi.

(ATILLA RUNNING)

(ADA LAUGHING)

Admit it, I look nice
in the coalman's hat.

Ah, you look irresistible.

Yes.

But I prefer you
in my hat.

(MOANING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Who are these people?

Oh, they must be coming
from midnight Mass.

What's going on?

WOMAN 1: A robbery.

WOMAN 2:
What was there to rob? She was full of debts.

MAN 1:
Poor people. They had to mortgage everything,

the land, the villa,
everything.

WOMAN 3:
Who has the mortgage?

Oh, my God!

(GASPS)

(HORN HONKS)

Everything she owned
is mortgaged to Alfredo Berlinghieri.

What do mortgages
have to do with it?

This was obviously
a sex crime.

She was still
a very handsome woman.

She undoubtedly
had some relationship.

Merry Christmas.
Signorina.

Good evening, Commissioner.

Mortgages.

I wouldn't be surprised
if this weren't the act of a crazed, jealous lover.

(SOBBING)

It could be anyone,
possibly someone right here.

She probably led him on,

then spurned him.

With his lust aroused,

he possibly raped her.

Then this murder.

Maniacs. Communists. Perverts.

May I take a look?

There, you see?
No underwear.

Why does a woman
take off her underwear? Huh?

Why?

Coward.

Coward.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Ada! Ada!

Olmo! Olmo!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Olmo!

Olmo!

What is this?
Why do you have a lock? What do you have to hide?

Why do you
lock yourself in?

OLMO: I lock others out.

Where's my wife?

Oh.

That's enough!
Get out of here!

Olmo!
Get out of here.

I'm sorry. I...
Get out of here!

What's he want?
(SHOUTING) His wife.

Shh! You'll wake up
the children.

I'm sorry. I--I don't know
what's the matter with me.

I don't know,
I'm not feeling well.

I think I have
a heart condition. Feel my heart.

What heart?
You're just sick in the head.

Oh, maybe you're right.
I don't know.

I'm going crazy. Ada's gone.
I don't know where she is now.

And you come looking
for her in my bed?

What's so wrong
about that? Huh?

What do you mean?
You know what I mean.

Go on.
You know what I mean.

Go on!

Oh, I think it's very,
very, very possible

because I think
you like her.

Yeah.

You're right.

And, uh, she likes me.

We fuck and fuck,
fuck all the night.

But it's not enough for her,
not enough.

It seems she wants to, uh,
stuff this salami up her ass.

Huh?

Oh, Olmo,
stop acting like a pig.

You're really not funny.

I don't understand
how you could talk like that.

If you knew what
I was going through tonight, you wouldn't.

They killed
that wretched widow, Pioppi.

There's such violence here.
It's all around us.

I don't know.

It would have to happen
tonight, just as Ada and I were finally able to talk.

We were so close
after so long.

It was just like
in the beginning.

She saw all that blood
and she ran away.

As if it were my fault.
I mean,

I don't know
what I had to do with it.

Who gets the widow's house?

Huh?

The property?

They'll imprison
some poor devil who's done nothing.

Call him a communist.

There are too many
innocent people who have died, Alfredo.

And you'll soon see more
and more and more.

And there are
too many in jail. And it's you.

It's you and others like you
who wanted it.

It's you.

I'm happy you have
a woman in the house.

Your daughter needs a mother.

She only came for Christmas.

Her husband is in jail.

Has it never occurred to you
why so many of your friends are in jail and not you?

You, of all people,
who should have been the first to end up inside?

Because I have stopped Attila,
that's why.

Because I have made him
drop his bone.

If you protect me,
it's been in your interest.

Oh, that's right.
Go on, insult me. Insult your old friend.

If I protect you,
it's because I care about you.

Hmm.

Don't you remember
we used to catch frogs together?

You remember how beautiful
it was along the ditches in the summer, huh?

I caught the frogs,
you ate them.

Come on.

Come on, you
hole-in-the-pocket socialist.

Don't you remember anything?

Hmm.

Yes, yes, I remember.

I remember your wedding day.

And I remember
I was beaten up.

And I remember
you stood and watched.

You also remember
when you broke into my father's house

and when you stole his gun?

And if you're so courageous,
why haven't you ever used it?

To get killed?
Is that what you want?

Enough talk, Alfredo.

Mmm.

Go home.
You'll find Ada there.

You really think so?

Sure, sure.

Take this, just in case.

Ah, stick it up yours!

(LAUGHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ada?

Ada? Ada.

Ada, open the door.
Are you all right?

Say something. Ada! Ada!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Open the door
or I'll break it down.

Ada? Ada,
are you all right?

Are you all right, Ada?

Ada, say something
at least.

It's not my fault, Ada.
Please, open up.

It's not my fault.

Listen, we'll take a trip.
We'll go to Paris.

Wouldn't you like
to do that?

We can leave tomorrow.
We can even leave now if you want.

We'll have a child.
We'll have a child!

MAN ON RADIO:
The most recent communique from an Axis Army...

I've just seen Aunt Ada.

Be a good girl now.
Come, I made it sweet for you.

Just the way you like it.
ATTILA: Nicolo, come have your lunch.

Come on.

WOMAN: One more
like a good girl.

MAN ON RADIO:
The allied forces are fighting desperately to keep their hold

on the Kasserine Pass.

With the help
of Italo-German air power,

our gallant soldiers
have breached the pass in several places,

turning northward
in the direction of Tebessa and Thala.

So, you saw your Auntie Ada?

I mean it. I mean it.

Don't talk nonsense.

Ada is dead.
Dead, dead, dead.

Why do you say she's dead?

She's in a room.
Caged beast.

She eats the hearts
of bad children.

...and 66
heavy artillery pieces of various caliber.

(CHILDREN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Hey!

Hey!

Hail the Duce, people.

This is what is known
as the fascist miracle.

We don't need
those cart horses anymore.

We put the power
of 50 horses in one machine. They're sold, did you hear?

Time's up.

Hey, Barone!

Barone, what's the use
of those cart horses?

Unless you got
a stable hand.

(LAUGHING)

You need
a stable hand, Barone?

Seems fit. Any family?

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Widower. One daughter.

BARONE: It all depends.
How much are you selling them for?

Barone, I give you
the best deal in the world.

(SPITS)

Barone's a good man.
You'll be very happy with him.

So I'm sold, too?

Part of the contract.

Horses, horseman,
horse manure.

(LAUGHING)

You all hear? I was sold.

To that merchant there.
Stupid beast!

(GRUNTING)

(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING)

I can't be milked, though.
Or be fed with hay.

I can't provide milk
or make a meal of grain.

For I'm not a beast.

Only a peasant.

A peasant like--like you men.
Understand?

Can they buy us for nothing?

Is a peasant for sale?

Is it just?

(ENGINE STOPS)

Well, tell me, is it just?

Olmo, tie the horses
to the back of the motorcycle,

get your daughter,
and get going.

Horse manure!

(LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

MAN 1: Horses go
in horse manure!

MAN 2: Shit! Shit!
Let it out.

Don't hold back,
for God's sake, shit! I'm gonna wait, come on.

MAN 3: What about Il Duce?

He's full of shit, too!

God bless us,
a full behind.

Look. Look at all the shit.

The greatest load
of horse shit and dung.

CHILD: It stinks.
Here comes another load!

Go ahead, everybody! Laugh!

You little shit!
It's all right! It's all right!

Here, we can begin
to change things. Hey, Barone!

MAN 4: Make him eat it, Olmo!
Horse shit pie!

Milk and wine give you lines.
Tell your padrona.

Tell her milk on the tongue
keeps you young.

Stupid.

Ciao, Teresita.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

WOMAN 1: Hurry, Olmo,
before it's too late.

On your way, Olmo.

God knows
what Attila will do. MAN 1: Olmo, there is no time.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Yes.

MAN 2: Stay away until
you're sure it's safe.

WOMAN 2: Don't worry
about the house.

(SOBBING)
I want to go with you.

No, it's better
if you go to Stella's.

Please.
Be good. Be good.

Take me with you, please.
You promised.

All right, take the key.
Take the key. It's yours.

All right. I'll come back.
Yes.

I'll come back.
I'll come back.

Here, you need it
more than I do.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, listen, you'd better
keep your doors locked,

and don't go out alone.

Thank you.
Ciao, Olmo.

Goodbye, Olmo.
Come back soon. Ciao.

Take care of yourself, Olmo.
Yes. Be prepared for the worst.

You carry
our blessings. Write to us. Send us word.

Let us know how you are.

WOMAN: Good luck, Olmo.

Here, Olmo, take this.
Goodbye. Be careful.

We'll see you soon.
Don't let them get you, Olmo.

WOMAN: Good luck, Olmo.

Signora Ada, I have
a new story for you.

And today
it's a true story. Wait.

Wait. Wait.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

What happened was
Attila wanted to sell Olmo.

Sell Olmo?
Yes.

Attila bought
a new tractor for the farm and was showing off.

And so then he said
horsemen are finished,

and if it'd be of any use,
he'd sell Olmo along with the horses.

Nobody helped Olmo?

Yeah, they all did.

And then you know
what happened? It began to rain.

What?
Yeah,

it rained horse manure.

Horse manure,
all over Attila. Ah!

His nose, his eyes.
All over.

(LAUGHING)
Even on his bald head.

On Regina, too?

No, but they'd have
gotten her, too, had she been there.

Then they massaged
all the horses' asses and got a lot of fresh shit.

And after that,
Attila smelled like a pigsty.

But then, all of a sudden,
the farmers were scared,

and Olmo left
on his bicycle.

Olmo ran away?
Yeah.

Attila will come
with his fascists.

Everyone cried
when Olmo left, signora.

But he wanted to go.
He was free. Don't you understand?

No, he was sad.
Oh, you're stupid.

You're in a fog.
He was happy.

Poor Olmo
had to leave his daughter

and had to leave
his house.

He wasn't glad at all.

What do you know?
You know nothing.

You're leaving, too,
signora?

I'm leaving, yes.
And for good.

Everybody's going.

I won't need these.

You can have them.

This, too. Here, take this.

And this.

And this.

This.

Here, take this.

Signora,

could I have
a kiss, too?

Come here.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

ATTILA: Anthony!

Anthony!

Attila!

Attila!

Attila!

Come down here
immediately!

Anthony, there are books
in the other room.

Right away.

ALFREDO: Attila!

Signor Alfredo,
you've heard about it. The bastard's run off to...

ALFREDO: Who asked you
to come here? Who gave you the right to do this?

Right?
He's a communist organizer.

I don't care
if he's a communist or not, he's a friend of mine.

A friend of yours?

That friend stole this gun
from your father 15 years ago. Look.

It's taken you
a long time to find it.

I would have
found it sooner if I'd been allowed to do my job.

You've done your job.
Your services are no longer needed here.

What?

Listen, everybody,
I fired him.

I fired the foreman.

Can you hear me?
I fired Attila.

Ada, it's me.

I'm sorry. I know
I shouldn't be here,

but I have something
very important to tell you.

I know you're going
to be very happy.

I've done it.
I've fired Attila.

It's over.

She's gone, padrone. Gone.

Gone?

Where did she go?
She won't return anymore.

Where did she go?
No more.

Where did she go?
No more.

Where did she go?
No more.

She said you'd understand
if I dressed up in this.

MAN 1: Swim!

(MEN LAUGHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Take a look!
Take a look!

You're all gonna end up
like that! Like sewer rats!

MAN 1: Go on, scream,
you shit!

(MEN LAUGHING)

MAN 2: Cover his face in it!

Orio!

Orio!

Oh, he's dead.

(SHOUTING)

Breasts.
Unrighteous breasts.

You filthy rotten fascist!
Cover yourself, you dirty bitch.

Cover up!
Here, fire it, bastard!

Pig! Bastard! Pig!

(GUN FIRING)

All right, turn back.

Temesio!

TEMESIO: Oh?

Temesio, does God exist?

No!

Attila!

Does that
bastard Mussolini exist?

Temesio?
TEMESIO: Oh?

Does Il Duce exist?

No!

The Duce doesn't exist!

Kill him.

(GUN FIRING)

You move
and I'll kill you.

Attila. Neither
do you exist, Attila.

(GUN FIRING)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

(MAN 1 WHISTLING)

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN 2 WHISTLING)

Stop that whistling.
Stop it.

(MAN 3 WHISTLING)

I can kill all of you
whenever I want to

so you can whistle
till your mouths rot.

I don't give a damn
for any of you.

Anthony.

Let's get out of here.

You're shit! Scum!

You're a disgrace
to the Italian nation.

You are the shit
of Italy!

25th of April 1945
Liberation Day

(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Fight, comrades,
in the name of Stalin.

The Black Shirt bandits
are here.

Come on, everyone,
over here.

Let's wipe them out,
rip their guts.

Every last one of them.

MAN 1: Here, Manzalone,
they're just beyond the canal.

Grab these, go on.

(MEN CHATTERING)

MAN 2: Hurry up!
WOMAN: Kill every one of them.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(COW MOOING)

Anita!

Anita, what can you see there?

I can see...

I can see...

I can see a bunch of fascists.
They're running away.

One of our men's
running after them. He's alone.

Anita...
Eh?

...I'll bet it's my Wildcat.
God bless him.

Oh.

He's only got a stick

but, by God,
he's giving it to them.

He's really
giving it to them.

If you could only
see them, women!

Come on, harder!

Harder now! Kill them all!

Have you lost your tongues?
Shout, women, shout!

(WOMEN CLAMORING)
Let our men hear us! Come on, shout!

WOMAN 1: You kill him.
ANITA: Louder!

Louder!

(WOMEN SHOUTING)

Blessed are the young
who see what isn't there.

Hundreds of German soldiers
are running off, leaving for good.

If you could only
see this, too.

They'll never come back.

They're throwing away
their guns and their uniforms.

Oh, God.

What do you see?
What is it?

A huge cloud of dust.

A man on a white horse.

He looks like...

Like Olmo.

If only it was Olmo.

Let his soul be at rest.

Attila and Regina.

(SHOUTING) Attila and Regina!

REGINA: Shoot, Attila!
Shoot!

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

(WOMEN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(WOMEN CHEERING)
REGINA: Bitches!

Stinking bastard!

(MEN CHATTERING)

WOMAN 1: Kill her!

WOMAN 2: Throw her
in the shit!

Die, you fascist cow!

Fascist pig!

Kill her!
Move, women.

Move out of the way.
Let's take them to the sty.

WOMAN 3: Put this shit
with the other pigs!

(GROANS)

Now you know
what a pigsty is like!

(ALL CLAMORING)

MAN: No, you can't
come through.

You can't come through.

(ALL CLAMORING)

WOMAN 1: The sty
is too good for them!

Hey, Comrade!

Is it true
you're giving the land to those who'll work it?

(ALL MURMURING)
Who is she?

WOMAN 2: Have you
ever seen her? WOMAN 3: I've never seen her.

I said, is it true
you're giving the land to those who'll work it?

Yes. Come on!
Come on!

Let's go.

Come on, you blockheads.

MAN: Oh,
how many there are.

Who--Who are you?
No one knows you,

and yet you speak words
we've always wanted to hear.

This man is Carnellio,
and I am Rondina, his wife.

We come
from the mountains.

The Nazis,
they burned everything, all our houses.

And the fascists,
they took all our goods.

I say, first of all,
we have to give them a place to sleep.

Best let us sleep inside
the sheds here.

No, the shed
is for vagabonds.

And the house
is where comrades stay.

Pigsties
are for the fascists.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

ANITA: Everything
will be fine.

(PIGS GRUNTING)

ATTILA: ? So glad
that I shall die

? And yet I'm sorry

? I'm so sorry that I die

? So I won't worry ?

Shut up,
you gravedigger!

Who goes there?

The people's committee
for community swine allotment.

Oh!

More pigs
than I ever saw.

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Come here, my beauty.

Oh, let me kiss you.

Come, another.
I need another kiss.

Oh, let me touch you,
you're so beautiful.

Let me get on you.

I want to spend
the whole night... Can't you show pity?

Bastards! Bastards!

MAN: 13, 14, 15,

16, 17, 18.

And with those two
sitting there, it's 20.

Just a moment, comrades.
My heart's heavy in me.

Abolishing
the padrone's rights will make me feel

100% better,
I can tell you that.

Then I guess
we must be idiots, eh.

Nobody can make out
what you're saying.

Take a look
at all these pigs in here.

Prosciutto, salami, sausage,
feet and knuckles, and lard,

and mortadella.
Who do they belong to now?

Listen here,
you'll own all the animals.

Socialism can
bring it all to you.

How do I know that socialism
is really going to feed me?

And what my heart is heavy for
is those two souls there.

MAN: All the Dalcos
step forward.

You others
from the mountains ruled by priests,

instead of wallowing
in ignorance,

try beating your head
three times

to let in
socialist ideas.

What do you want to do?
You heard him.

So did you,
about beating your head.

MAN 1: Why beat our heads
three times? What did he mean?

MAN 2: Beating your head
makes no sense.

Look at him.

Look at him.

Look at him.

I can see
you're a man of feeling.

Help him.

Don't you see
he is dying like a pig?

Help him.

In the name of humanity.

(MUMBLING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN:
Look, right there is where my grandfather's buried.

(GROANING)

"Patrizio Avanzini,

"tender flower plucked
by the cruel hands of destiny."

Cruel hands of destiny.

Destiny's hands.

My hands.

The cruel hands
of destiny.

(GROANING)

Regina.

Regina.

Our children
will harvest the seeds we have planted, Regina.

You are as ugly
as sin.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Get away!
Don't cut her hair!

Don't cut her hair!

PIERO PIOPPI
DIED AS HONESTLY AS HE LIVED

IDA CANTA ELLI widow of PIOPPI
GOOD AND SAINTLY WOMAN

OFFENDED BY
THE CRUELTY OF TIME

"Canta Elli Pioppi.

"Good and saintly woman,
offended by the cruelty of time."

I am that cruel time.

Me. I killed that crazy bitch.

And that
little turd, Patrizio.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Me, Attila Mellanchini.

Fascist.

Man.

Pigs.

Scum.

Shits.

Turd.

Stop that music!
This is not a dance hall!

You have no respect
for our dead!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GUN FIRING)

Look, everybody.

Come here, everybody!

Who is that?
I don't know.

Kill me. Kill me!

Kill me, quick.
Kill me.

Kill me.

Kill me!

Get away.
(SOBBING) Kill me.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

Be careful.
Watch from behind here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(COW MOOING)

Don't look
when a lady is pissing.

Halt. No one can pass here.

Go on.

Who is that?
It's the padrone. He is my prisoner.

Why are you holding him
here in this stall?

I'm waiting
for the partisans.

It takes a pretty smart boy
to fool with such a gun.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

WOMAN 1: Go, Marina.
You be the first one up. Careful you don't fall.

MAN 1: Paint out
all the fascist slogans!

WOMAN 2:
Paint everything out!

Throw the paint on!
Brush out. Brush out everything!

WOMAN: No! No, wait!
That goose is mine!

That's my goose!
It's mine!

Where are you going?
Give it to me! Give it back!

MAN: If it's yours,
then it's everybody's.

It can't be yours
if it's everybody's.

Did you have to pick mine
to be everybody's?

MAN 2: Make it redder!
Put more red on!

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(COWS MOOING)

LEO: Stop tickling.

Stupid ass.

Cut it out.

I'll kill you.

Oh, will you look
who's here?

We forgot
all about our padrone.

MAN: Even forgot
to arrest him.

WOMAN: Good for you,
Leonito. Good boy.

The children have
more imagination than we do.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, excuse me,
padrone,

I held my hand back so long,
it escaped on its own.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And my foot escaped, too.

LEO: Are you Olmo?

I hand you my prisoner.

Bravo.

Hey, are you sleeping?

Ada never came back,
you know.

You'd rather
she were dead, huh?

Well, at least
you came back.

(ALL MURMURING)

Are you sure
we hid it here?

OLMO: I hereby declare...
Give me the paint.

...the people's trial
of Alfredo Berlinghieri,

padrone and therefore enemy
of the people, now open.

I declare the people's trial
of the padrone open.

How did you know
it was there? Because I hid it.

I hereby declare the people's
trial of Alfredo Berlinghieri,

padrone and therefore
enemy of the people, now open.

WOMAN 1: Sit down here.
This is going to be good.

WOMAN 2: My feet
are killing me but I don't want to miss the show.

Do you know when...
She didn't come back

because if she had,
she'd have stood trial with you.

Do you know
when she ran away?

She ran away the day
that you ran away.

She's cleverer than you.

You stayed to be the padrone
right to the end.

MAN: What are you
writing, Anita?

We're not in school now.
Give us a hand, Anita.

This is a people's trial.
What's there to write?

Comrades, what's done
is worthy of being written down,

and what is written down
is worthy of being read.

WOMAN 1: Just a minute.

WOMAN 2:
Oh, look at our flags!

MAN: All our flags together!

That one belonged
to the Workers' League, remember?

WOMAN:
Me and Rosina sewed them. It got bigger every year.

Olmo, I know
we're ignorant,

but how can we have a trial
without a lawyer?

I bring you the accused
and you ask me for a lawyer?

I mean, isn't that enough?

But we are the ones
who caught him, not you.

No, you didn't
catch him, either.

He surrendered to Leonito
right after he saw his gun.

Yes, you're right.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Lift it high! Higher!

(ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Let's dance!
Come on!

Dance.
Get away.

Dance! Come on.

Dance!

When a mute begins to speak,
he has much to say,

but the poor man
is tongue-tied, as well.

It's all right.
Speak with your heart, old man.

Stop the music.

(MUSIC STOPS)

I--I lost them harvesting
your wheat for 60 years.

Can you make good now?
Can they be returned?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Why did all these teeth
drop out?

The padrone's
are still there, all shined up.

He's able to
munch with them all day long.

Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!

We made money for you
and you spent it.

MAN: You're washed
and we're filthy. You rest while we work.

You had plenty
in your stomach in the famine.

(LAUGHING)

You're just a leech
but your old grandfather was even worse.

It's true. After a hailstorm,
he wanted to fire all the day laborers.

Oh, he wasn't the one.
It was his papa, Giovanni.

He's the son.
It makes no difference. A padrone remains a padrone.

All land needs laborers,
otherwise it would go to ruin.

But the padrone?
Does anyone need the padrone, huh?

I have one thing to say.
I've never hurt anyone.

I've never hurt anyone.

All the padrone
claim the very same thing.

And they're
such big hypocrites, they think it's true.

I have never hurt anyone.

To be able to say that,
you've taken criminals out of prison

and put communists
in their place?

Listen to me, comrades.

Fascists
don't spring up someday

like mushrooms,
all in one night.

No. Fascists are
the padrone's offspring.

Inventions of the padrone.

And with these fascists,
they began earning more and more.

So much that they had
to put their fortunes to use,

and that's how
war was invented.

For we were sent
to Africa, Russia, Greece,

Albania, and Spain.

But did they pay?
No, we're the ones that paid!

The proletariat,
the peasant, the workers!

You paid for it!

(ALL CLAMORING)

He pays now!
He pays now!

Do you hear that,
Alfredo Berlinghieri?

You hear the voice
of the people?

We, the ignorant hicks

who die of starvation,

will set an example here
in this miserable asshole of the world.

We sentence you to death.

We condemn you
and the past condemns you.

That's it, comrades.

No more padrone.

The padrone is a dead man.

I'm very tired.
May I sit down?

I'm very tired.

If I understand it right,
we're looking at a dead person.

Yes, he thinks he's alive,
and for us the man's dead.

He doesn't exist anymore.

The man's alive.
His body's on fire.

Usually, the dead
grow cold.

Olmo, you learned
how to speak better than a peasant.

Here.

But you should explain
with simple talk.

That educated talk
can play tricks.

The padrone is dead
but Alfredo Berlinghieri is alive.

And we mustn't kill him.

But why not?

Because he's the living proof
that the padrone's dead.

(CREAKING)

(ALL CHEERING)

And now let's vote.
Who agrees, raise your hands.

(MAN SINGING LOUDLY
IN ITALIAN)

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(SINGING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Comrade, the partisans!

The partisans are coming.

MAN: Partisans.

Comrades, the partisans.

The partisans are here.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

MAN: Hey, comrades.

Silence. Silence, please.

Come over here, everybody!

I have an important
communication to make.

Everybody, come over here!

BOY 1: Hey,
let me look at it!

BOY 2: Give it to me!
Give it to me!

BOY 3: An American gun!
GIRL: Give it to me. Let's see.

MAN: We have come here
in the name of the Committee of National Liberation.

We represent
the Christian democrats,

we represent the liberals,

we represent the socialists,

we represent the communists
and the action party.

This Committee
for the Liberation of Italy...

Sit down.
...has assumed power temporarily,

for the purpose of maintaining
law and order in the country.

And so, dear friends,
I ask you to adhere

to the decision
of the National Committee for Liberation

and turn your arms
over to us.

ALL: No!
Those are the orders!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Comrades, victory is
like when you're drunk.

No!
Yes!

When you drink,
you say what you feel in your heart.

It's a trap, Olmo.
Everything seems to be new for you.

No, it's the old story.
I'm not going to fall for it.

The moment of truth arrives
and it demands that everyone must get sober,

and put your head and heart
under the faucet and stop drinking.

They're
double-crossing us. Yes.

But, please, all right...

Those guns belong to us!
It's all bullshit!

Why give them the guns?
They belong to us all.

Tomorrow they'll call
it utopia. That's fine!

But remember, if there's
evidence to persuade us

that the padrone's
still there,

we must say no anyway.

Because we know,
we saw, all of us.

We know the truth.
The padrone's dead!

(FIRING)

Hey, boy, didn't you
hear the orders?

No! Give it back to me!
It's my gun!

Give it back!
It's mine! It's mine!

Give it back! It's mine!
Give it back to me!

(SCREAMING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(LEO SOBBING)

The padrone's alive.

(DOGS BARKING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ITALIAN SONG PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Oh!

(TRAIN CLATTERING)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)