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[waves crashing in distance]

THE LEOPARD

["Trasi trasi baiu (a) ca l'aria è butata" playing]

APRIL 1860

[sombre, ominous vocals continue]

THE ITALIAN PENINSULAR IS FRAGMENTED INTO SMALL KINGDOMS.

FOR MORE THAN 100 YEARS,

SICILY HAS BEEN RULED BY THE BOURBON DYNASTY.

IN THE NORTH, A MOVEMENT FOR THE UNIFICATION OF ITALY

IS GETTING A FOOTHOLD.

GENERAL GARIBALDI ASSEMBLES AN ARMY TO SAIL SOUTH.

THE CITY OF PALERMO BRACES ITSELF.

[singing "Salve Regina" in Latin]

[bell tolling]

[sombre music continues]

[chanting "Salve Regina"]

[man] Obey the curfew! Return to your houses!

[woman] Go home!

-[bell tolling above] -[bells tolling in distance]

[rifles cock]

[carriage approaching]

[foreboding music fades out]

[soldier] On guard!

Are you insolent?

Or are you just stupid?

The city is forbidden to enter

I'm aware of that, Captain.

Yes, my Prince.

Lower your weapons!

It is unsafe for you here, Prince.

The city is in complete… complete disorder.

Garibaldi's supporters are becoming increasingly violent.

And you are doing well to guard everyone.

We need to pass to go up there, you see?

[ominous music rises]

You may pass, of course.

Allow them to enter!

Move aside for the Leopard!

-Withdraw the cannons! Immediately! -[indistinct shouting]

[soldier] Come on, hurry up! Quickly, hurry up!

That's it. Now, back to your positions!

[distant rumbling]

[gunfire]

[distant rumbling]

[guns fire in distance]

-[bell ringing] -[priest] Open up!

It's the Prince of Salina!

-[menacing music fades] -[door squeaks open]

[female choir singing in distance]

Your Excellency.

[choir singing "Litanie lauretane" in Latin]

[chuckles softly]

[nun] Prince!

[daughter] Papa!

[grunts] Papa!

Prince, we'll all have to obey the curfew before long.

[daughter] Father.

-Pack your things immediately. -[priest clears throat]

Please.

Bendicò, come on.

[Bendicò whining]

[sighs]

[woman reciting the rosary in Latin]

[daughter] Come on, Bendicò.

[priest] With these riots in the city,

any family with ties to the Bourbon regime are at risk.

Bearing in mind the danger of possible outcomes,

it's imperative the young lady should leave here with us, you see.

Prince, please know that whatever happens out there, the girl is safe here with us.

I don't believe anybody would dare to attack

the convent of the Holy Redeemer.

Indeed, I fully respect your opinion, Mother Superior.

Probably even agree with you, in truth.

But my wife, though, the benefactor of this wonderful convent…

promises she won't give me

or the Holy Redeemer a second's rest unless she leaves here with us.

-[distant rumbling] -[ominous music playing]

[explosion blasts]

-[crowd clamouring] -[Bendicò barks]

[distant rumbling]

[coachman 1] What's happened here?

[coachman 2] Move the carts. Quickly!

What's going on here?

[daughter] Papa.

[priest] It's not safe, Your Excellency.

[man in distance] Help! Help!

[horses whinny nervously]

[man] Help!

[Bendicò barking]

Papa, we'll be killed if we stay here.

[priest] It's true. Let's go.

[coachman 1] The road is clear, my Prince. We can proceed.

[indistinct chatter nearby]

-[horse whinnies] -[Bendicò barking]

[coachman 1] My Prince, quickly!

-You must get back in! -[priest] Your Excellency?

[man] Prince, help me!

-Please… -Come now!

-Prince! -Hurry up, Capitano!

-Get in, Your Excellency. -Help, will you?

Wait there!

[daughter] Papa!

[cries out]

[crowd clamouring]

-Go! Go! -[man 2] Death to the Bourbons!

[tense music fades out]

[priest praying in Latin]

[Bendicò whining]

When they say, "Death to the Bourbons", they talk of us?

They want us dead as well?

They are heretics, apostates and cutthroats.

Garibaldi wants to tear down every abbey that is here.

Never mind hanging the Pope.

If you wouldn't mind holding your tongue for the time being, I would appreciate it.

Garibaldi's not here.

He remains in Genoa, huh?

They'll just end up beating each other,

taking it all out on some poor soldier or two.

When they've stolen every bottle of wine from every cellar,

they'll return to their old lives again.

And that's when I'll have to return to the convent, isn't it?

That's certainly the plan of your mother's.

But that's for tomorrow.

Here you are.

[gentle waltz playing]

[prince] Go on.

It's so good to be back here.

[bells ring]

[man] They're here! They're here!

-They've returned! They've returned! -[Bendicò barking]

Concetta!

-[Concetta] Caterina! -[both laugh]

-[Caterina] You're so thin! -[boy] Oh, she's always been thin.

-Move out the way! -[both giggle]

[sighs] Tell me! Did you see battles while you were there?

Concetta! We got you out at the perfect time, then.

What do you mean, "we"? You didn't make it to Palermo, did you?

He wanted to come and bring along his duelling pistols as well.

-[group laughs] -That's enough teasing of each other.

[Concetta] Mama.

[softly] Mm.

I can't believe your hair smells like the soap at the convent.

[Concetta and mother chuckle]

[softly] Thank you.

[prince] Pleasure. Shall we?

Let's go and have breakfast.

-[Concetta] Papa told me all about it. -We have an amazing granita.

-[Concetta] Sounds delicious! -Wait until you actually taste it!

[bright waltz continues]

[prince praying in Latin]

[all] Amen.

[boy 1] You need to try this.

Hurry, before Father Pirrone eats everything.

-[group laughs] -[waltz fades out]

Tancredi's not here?

Our cousin attends or does not as he pleases.

He's now a grown man, and what he does is no concern of ours.

[boy 2] Except we pay for it.

[boy 1] Father Pirrone, are you feeling alright?

You look a little pale.

Father Pirrone had a brutal night last night.

Is that why you look a bit pale? Yes, um…

-[group laughing] -A bit pale and white, Father?

It's not funny, though.

I agree entirely with Father Pirrone.

It's not funny at all.

He had every right to be scared.

-Paolo, they weren't serious. -It's serious, Mama.

Do not interrupt your mother, Paolo.

Sorry.

Garibaldi doesn't just want to destroy the Jesuits,

But also the Bourbon Kingdom.

He wants to take our lives, crush them into pieces.

-Throw us into the sea. -[Pirrone] He's right.

So forget about dresses and balls, Chiara, all right?

-[laughs] Don't talk such nonsense, Paolo. -Celebrations are for everyone.

[Paolo] There's an army on its way, whether you believe it or not.

Those peasants setting fire to Palermo, they're just making way for soldiers.

Be silent!

That's enough!

Pardon me, Papa.

Please forgive me.

I don't know how you can be unconcerned about what is coming.

Paolo, we are in Sicily here.

It's April, isn't it?

In two months' time, when it'll be hot and dry here,

it'd be ridiculous for anyone in their right mind

to even contemplate starting a revolution.

All anyone will be after is a quiet bolt-hole

for shade to rest in until October.

And we carry on with our lives by not giving up.

Hmm?

Our home here is secure.

That's all there is to say.

[whimsical music playing]

Yes, Papa.

[children] Yes, Papa.

Good. So… now we should enjoy our breakfast and Concetta's return.

Come on, everybody. Eat.

-[prince] Mm. -[Concetta] Mm.

-[imitating Pirrone] "It's not funny." -[group laughs]

[boy 1] "It's not… it's not… it's not funny at all!"

[group laughing]

[Concetta] Come on, Father. We're only joking.

[boy 1] Oh, Father, we love you. That's it.

[tender music building]

[insects chirring]

[bright music fading]

[gentle music ends]

[birds singing]

[Concetta] Come on. Let's go. That's it. Good boy.

[giggles]

[insects buzzing]

[unsettling music rises]

[snoring]

COLLECTED SPEECHES OF GIUSEPPE GARIBALDI

[Bendicò whines]

-[man] Don Tancredi! -[gasps]

[grunts]

Concetta!

It's alright, Gaetano.

It's only my dear cousin paying us a visit.

[chuckles softly]

Thank you for visiting, Concetta.

You know it's always a pleasure to see you.

But I'm afraid I have to rush off now as I'm terribly busy.

Who are all those weapons for, Tancredi?

For a friend of mine.

It's important to help friends, is it not?

The men I saw last night in Palermo, set on murdering a king's captain,

didn't seem like friends to me.

You mean they looked like Gaetano? Gaetano's my friend, Concetta.

You've decided to fight for them, have you?

-Papa will be most unhappy about that. -But he's your papa, not mine.

You know his opinion of you.

[Tancredi] Well, don't tell him.

He thinks that all the problems will disappear over the summer.

Of course he does, Concetta.

That's the conclusion he'd prefer, isn't it?

Because everything that you are, you owe to what the Bourbons gave to you.

And everything that you are is because of what my father has done for you.

-Ah. -And what about our houses? Our gardens?

You'll sacrifice it for friends? Is that what this means?

Concetta, I'm protecting everything as I should.

-[Concetta] Are you? -Yes.

If I remain on the losing side, how do I go about doing that?

And who says that we'll be beaten?

I do.

Think about it, Concetta.

Who are your soldiers fighting for, all dressed in blue?

Huh? Protecting a king that they've never even seen?

Or for a bunch of fat, pompous priests so they can get fatter and fatter?

I mean, it doesn't seem very motivating to me.

They have new ideas in the north.

There's industry there and progress too.

And we need that to happen.

Not censorship and corruption.

And what about

if you were to lose.

You wouldn't return to the convent, would you?

[chuckles softly]

That's the first persuasive argument you've said, then.

Concetta, imagine what they're doing.

If only you could see the new railways they're building.

You and I could take a boat together from Messina to Naples,

and then a train for Rome,

Florence, or Venice.

And it would become just one country?

Imagine the splendour of it.

And Sicily wouldn't be a lonely island… but part of a united nation.

[Concetta sighs]

I think you better not tell your father that we've seen each other.

Oh, I see. You think that, do you?

I think I'll do as I please, if you don't mind.

Concetta…

[softly] Well, maybe.

But on one condition.

That you remain safe out there and, by letter, you tell me.

It is very touching that you are so concerned about me.

[gentle orchestral music playing]

Concetta, when you saw me inside earlier,

did you see it all?

[Concetta chuckles]

I leave that with you, Concetta.

[sighs]

[uplifting tune fades]

[prince] Russo.

[grunts] My Prince.

Reliably punctual.

A splendid pair of boots, as well.

New, are they?

Let's go to Argivocale.

I want to solve the mystery of these lemons.

[energetic music playing]

-[bright music fades] -[prince] Signor Ibba Agnolo.

Tenant farmer.

According to my calculations,

so far you have taken over 50 loads full of Argivocale lemons from me.

No, that's not true! I have nothing to do with that!

-You have to believe me! -Enough of the umbrella.

-[Ibba] Please, I beg you. Please. -My Prince, you mustn't drink that water.

There's an epidemic.

[Ibba] Prince, please, I beg you.

The lemons weren't taken by me.

They were stolen by bandits, carrying rifles.

They attacked my family.

I had to give in. Nothing else I could do.

I beg you.

You have to believe what I'm telling you, my Prince.

Do you think that's a believable story, Russo?

If it really was bandits, as he says, who stole the lemons,

why were we not told about this theft before?

Huh?

These people are lying peasants, Prince.

They're experts at protesting,

[prince] Of course. They're Sicilian.

We Sicilians tell many lies. That, we know.

Just like you are at the moment.

Misleading me with your own duplicity.

Oh no, my Prince. I swear.

-[prince] Aren't you? -No.

Russo, I am perfectly well aware

that the bandits he's referring to are, in fact, your men.

[tense music playing]

And that it's not only 50 loads of lemons from Argivocale that are now missing.

But that that isn't even the half of it.

As there are 300 baskets hidden in your cellar.

[Russo breathing shakily]

I didn't want to. I swear.

Alright, so tell me.

What was your grand idea, hey?

You'd start off by taking crumbs, would you?

And then maybe when the revolution has finally taken hold,

that's when you'd come and return here to take all of the rest?

[prince chuckles]

Now, then…

I should destroy you.

Burn down your house, along with everything inside it.

I should throw your sons onto the mountains.

Please, I'm begging you!

[sobbing]

I'm begging you, no!

[grunts]

But I'm not going to.

Just this once.

[Russo gulps]

[prince] Get up.

Prince, I don't know how to thank you.

You can begin by showing me some loyalty.

And you'd do well to remember one little rule.

These gentlefolk know where they stand.

You… should stay where you are.

[Russo grunts]

And I assure you, I shall stay where I am.

You understand, don't you?

[softly] Yes.

[kisses, sobs]

[softly] Thank you. Thank you, my Prince.

[prince] Start by digging a new well here for access to clean water.

And make sure these people always have fresh bread.

Now, get on with it.

[Russo] Right away.

[tense music fades]

[Chiara singing "The Queen of the Night" from Mozart's "The Magic Flute"]

[piano playing lively tune]

[continues singing]

-[mother] Charbonnier. -[Caterina] Coal.

[sighs]

[Caterina] Coal.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

[mother] Décasyllabe.

-Donna Concetta. -Thank you, Mario.

-[mother] Chocolat. -[Caterina] Chocolate.

REBELS FOUGHT OFF BY ROYAL TROOPS

-[Concetta] Come on, Bendicò. Let's go. -[Caterina] Decasyllables.

[bright string music playing]

[Tancredi] To the highly esteemed Donna Concetta Corbera.

I'm fine.

Your servant, Tancredi Falconeri.

[sighs]

-Forward! -[fighters clamouring]

[boy] Right away.

[spirited music continues]

[Tancredi] To Donna Concetta Corbera. All is well.

[sighs]

[boy] Help!

-[grunts] -[gunfire nearby]

[dramatic string music continues]

[man cries out]

[rebels clamouring]

-Be careful, won't you? -[boy] Yes, signore.

[Tancredi] To Donna Concetta Corbera. Everything's as planned.

[spirited music building]

All together!

[Tancredi] I'm fine. Tancredi Falconeri.

[man] Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!

For a united Italy! Yeah!

[group praying in Latin]

[music grows gentle]

[shouts]

Death to the Bourbons!

[group continues praying in Latin]

[sighs]

[music fades out]

[grunting]

[moaning softly]

[tense music rises]

[groans softly]

[groans]

[straining]

[Bendicò barking]

[ominous music building]

Are there any letters for me?

Not today, Donna Concetta. I'm sorry.

[Bendicò barking]

[man] What's the matter with him? Why is he barking?

[tense music continues]

[Bendicò whining]

[Bendicò whines]

[sighs]

[music grows sombre]

[indistinct chatter]

[prince] Apparently, his mother lives here, in Monreale.

He was probably trying to go back home.

Oh, good heavens.

[sighs]

What is it, Paolo? Do you have something to say?

He was a local lad, one of us, Papa.

And now there's a mother out there who will have to mourn him.

All because of a pack of cowardly dogs like Tancredi.

Do you know what everyone in Sicily says?

That your beloved Tancredi

is regularly seen fighting in the streets of Palermo

and blatantly backing the rebels.

Papa, I know you seem to think that he has the ability to walk on water…

-Paolo! -But it's about time someone shot him!

Come here.

Come here!

[mother] Fabrizio!

[Paolo grunts]

[Paolo crying softly]

[crickets chirping]

-[knocking on door] -[prince] Who is it?

-[door opens] -[Concetta] Papa?

Yes?

[Concetta] What Paolo said about Tancredi…

Ignore it.

[sighs]

What is it, piccolina?

Why is it you seem upset?

It's because I promised I wouldn't say anything about it.

And you're deciding now

that you should probably break that promise, yes?

Well, you always say you know everything, of course.

So perhaps, in that case, there's no point in telling you now. Hmm?

I might have an idea, but I'm not God. I can't know everything.

Oh!

And you don't mind if I remind you of that whenever I want to?

This game's gone too far for me now. I'm tired.

Come on. What have you to tell me?

Tancredi's written to me.

Almost every day. From Palermo.

What's he been telling you, then?

How he has been.

That he's well.

Any specific reason why he wouldn't be well there?

He went to Palermo to join up with everybody.

Yes, I was aware he'd done that.

Get to the point, though.

-His letters are no longer arriving. -[tense music playing]

-[mother] Fabrizio, where are you going? -Concetta can explain it all.

Concetta? Can it not wait until tomorrow morning?

[man] Open the gates! Make way for the Prince of Salina!

[tense music subsides]

[gate opens]

[gate closes]

[guard] Prince.

[man 1] Who is that?

[man 2] He's a prince.

[man 3coughing]

So, you're here?

Uncle!

How did you find me?

Do you seriously believe I didn't know what you've been doing

with all the money that I've been giving you?

[Tancredi scoffs]

Even those pamphlets inciting insurrection have been bankrolled, haven't they? Huh?

With money I gave you.

So, Uncle, you knew and you let me carry on?

I would've acted sooner,

had I known you were going to be shot in the street like dumb poultry.

We're relatively sure

that they won't follow through with that idea.

Pity you can't see it all for yourselves, though.

There's a baying crowd of people with front-row seats.

They're all ready and waiting for the spectacle

of your impending death tomorrow.

I'll try and talk to the relevant person to put a stop to this tomorrow morning.

But I certainly can't guarantee it.

[indistinct shouting]

[prince] I was very fond of my sister.

Even though she was weak in so many ways.

She got married to an idiot

who then squandered every last bit of her money.

[sighs]

When death took her…

[sighs]

When death took her…

Hmm, Tancredi had nothing left to him at all.

[inhales sharply]

He was left with nothing when her life ended.

It was up to me to provide everything for him.

He's always been exceptional.

[scoffs] Even when he was but a child.

I enjoyed countless memories with him even more than with my own children.

You'll see to it that he gets released tomorrow, then?

[prince] Mm.

I've still got no idea what I'm going to say

to that arsehole governor tomorrow morning.

[gentle music playing]

-[bell tolling] -[indistinct chatter]

[prince] Since when do we punish young idealists with firing squads?

[man] Actually, young idealists have been executed since the dawn of time.

And the young man in question is a danger.

Ah, yes, indeed. Of that I'm sure.

Especially to his own good and mainly when he gambles.

[chuckles]

Prince, my troops are getting ready to go to war.

And in war, we have to set examples.

Tancredi Falconeri, who isn't even your son,

is the best example to give to anybody.

[music grows ominous]

And you're making an example of my own nephew

to teach all those ruffians how to behave?

The nephew of the Prince of Salina.

I'm sorry to have to explain this,

but all of those soldiers… will be facing the firing squad.

Of course, if you'd like,

you can witness the execution from the terrace.

This is a chequebook from one of my accounts in London, you see?

Just name your price.

[music fades out]

[man] I'm grateful. Thank you.

But money's never been something that has bothered me, I'm afraid.

It's too complicated to maintain.

What is it you want, then?

Just land.

[tense music playing]

Perhaps that very same land you've always had in abundance.

It has allowed you to never worry about a thing.

And what land exactly is that?

Perhaps Argivocale.

Argivocale?

I'll give you 20 hectares. Hmm?

I don't want just a patch of land to become mine.

I want it all.

Yes, yes. I know your family has held power there

for more than 100 years.

My price is all of it.

If you decide to attend… you should come to the terrace.

What about 50 hectares?

Wait!

[prince] Since you love jail so much, why don't you rob a bank?

That way, you can at least buy back part of my estate

I had to hand over to get you out of there.

My comrades are still held in cells in there.

But, according to you, it's not dishonourable

for me to leave them in there!

You have the nerve to talk to me about dishonour?

Come on!

[intriguing, rhythmic music playing]

-[Mario] May I? -Please.

-Your Excellency. -Balsamo, please dress him.

Uncle, why are you doing this for me?

Just get dressed and eat something.

Signore.

[intriguing music continues]

Why are we going to the club? Huh?

[indistinct chatter]

[music fades out]

[chatter dies down]

[prince] Two glasses of grappa.

Gentlemen, I'd like to propose a toast.

To my nephew, Tancredi Falconeri.

Anyone who doesn't participate can consider himself an enemy of mine.

[man 1] Heaven forbid, Prince. Cheers!

-[man 2] Come on. -[man 3] Brandy.

[man 4] Come on.

Long live Tancredi Falconeri!

[together] Long live Tancredi Falconeri!

[group] Cheers!

[bell tolling]

[indistinct chatter]

Let's go. Come on.

And honour this ghastly spectacle.

[tense music rises]

[bell tolling]

Pardon me.

[crow cawing]

[spectators murmuring]

[prisoner 1, crying] Oh, my lady.

Holy Virgin Mary…

Please don't let me die. [sobbing]

I don't want to die. I don't want to die!

[sombre music continues]

[prisoner 1] Oh, Holy Mary.

[crowd clamouring]

[softly] Mama.

-[mother] My little boy. -Mama, I'm scared.

[woman] No!

[crowd clamouring]

[prisoner 1] Have mercy on us. Have mercy on us, please!

I don't want to die!

Take aim!

Fire!

-[guns fire] -[music ends abruptly]

[onlookers clamouring]

[women crying out]

[mournful tune playing]

Long live Italy!

-[soldier 1] Take aim! -Long live Garibaldi!

-[soldier 2] Fire! -[cries out]

[crowd murmuring]

[mother shrieks]

No! No!

[crowd shouting]

[melancholic music continues]

[music fades out]

[bells ring]

[sighs]

Imagine what would've happened if I'd let them shoot you out there today.

-[Concetta laughs] -Francesco!

Bendicò, Bendicò. That's enough. Get down. Good boy.

[Concetta] Papa likes the dog on the table.

[Pirrone] Those are the apricots.

-Are they ripe? -[Pirrone] Delicious.

-[Pirrone] Would you like one? -Yes.

Don't feed him that. It'll upset his tummy.

[Pirrone] Children.

[Paolo] It wasn't the tart. It was a piece of brioche.

[Concetta] Even worse. Dogs can't eat sugar.

-Cousin! -And look who's back, Tancredi!

Tancredi!

[Tancredi] Caterina.

Hello.

-You were missed more than you know. -Chiara, hello.

[boy] Cousin.

He's not a dignitary on a visit. Enough.

Sit him there and give him something to eat.

Come on, cousin. Sit down.

-Aunt Stella. -[Stella] Mm.

I'm grateful to you for taking such good care of me.

Our house is yours, Tancredi.

We have all been praying for you, Tancredi.

[Tancredi] Father.

-[Caterina] Didn't you miss this? -[Paolo] Yes, didn't you?

Caterina, I did. In fact, there is something I must say.

That there has never been

a better table than this one here always was.

[Stella laughs] Tancredi!

[Pirrone] Well said, young man.

Wait for the granita. It's the best there is.

-[Caterina] The brioches are good too. -Here, Tancredi.

[Tancredi] I've been looking forward to this.

[Chiara] Oh, Concetta, can I have some too?

Concetta?

No. Chiara, you've had enough for everybody!

-Concetta! -[Chiara] Mama!

[siblings] Ooh!

-[Caterina] It's so good. -[clapping]

Tancredi, you are mocking us?

Oh good heavens, must he do it now, while everybody's together?

What we are, the privilege of everything he's been given,

yet he refuses it.

He seems to be enjoying the food, Paolo.

-[group chuckles] -Paolo, I understand your emotion.

I comprehend it entirely.

I love you. You are my cousin, and I will always feel the same way.

Garibaldi and his army will land here in a couple of days.

It's clear your nephew's presence here is a stain on you,

and you can't even see it.

Or maybe you can?

But if he's a traitor, as now we all know…

By supporting him, what does that make you, Papa?

Well, Uncle.

A question demands an answer.

I don't think he's said anything that's debatable.

Yet you humiliate your son.

You cover him with shame.

What he asked you was a perfectly reasonable question.

Obviously, we love Tancredi.

He's like a son to us.

But he's clearly siding against us.

Or at least, against the position we're supposed to hold.

Even though I have no idea what position that is anymore.

Our position is standing firmly on our land.

Like we always have done?

[sighs] Like we always have done.

You prefer your nephew to your son.

And your daughter Concetta to her sisters.

And your encounters in Palermo to me.

[sighs]

[exhales deeply]

I know you for the man that you are.

As does God recognise you.

I couldn't bear the idea of you ending up in hell.

Your soul is in every prayer of mine.

All your intercessory prayers, Maria, make me aware of my own humility.

Nothing in this world could make you aware of your own humility.

[chuckles]

[Chiara in Italian] ♪ Let me weep ♪

♪ Over my cruel fate ♪

♪ And that I long ♪

♪ For freedom ♪

♪ And that I long ♪

♪ And that I long ♪

♪ For freedom… ♪

[in English] You're troubled by something.

Plagued by sorrow.

Thank you for being so aware, Concetta.

Is it regarding your friends?

Which ones?

The ones who were executed?

[Concetta] Perhaps also those who aren't dead

and who are now involved in the revolution you'd like to be involved in too.

[chuckles]

Concetta, look at this paradise.

There's a big part of me that wishes to never leave here.

But it involves setting for only what is here.

Which is nothing, Concetta.

That is not fair, though.

We are all here.

And all of this, as well.

[chuckles lightly]

I have a house in ruins and an income your father gives to me.

The world out there is important.

And that's where I need to be.

I have the chance to build a future full of opportunities, you know?

Can you imagine?

Hmm?

["Lascia ch'io pianga" ends]

Your Excellency.

Your lemons.

[prince] I have some news.

I've transferred all my properties in Argivocale to Governor Leonforte.

And made him believe you're the only one who can manage them.

So, from now on,

you'll be no longer stealing from me, but instead, you'll be stealing from him,

and with a much higher profit.

I'm being especially thoughtful, aren't I? Wouldn't you say so?

Certainly. You're being exceptionally generous to me.

That's good because now I need a favour to show you appreciate me.

Anything that you need.

Garibaldi and his little army. His boys dressed in red.

They should be over here in the next day or two.

Would you and your men really be able to confidently defend us

from any intrusion they might launch?

My Prince, I guarantee your house will be safer than any convent.

[prince] Good.

What is it, Russo? You have something to say to me?

[Russo] Yes.

It's to do with what your nephew's planning.

[tense music playing]

[gun fires]

[horse neighs]

Uncle! What's going on?

Don't tell me I left something at the house?

[music fades out]

Do you know what I find exceptionally annoying?

I'll have to hear from someone how you bled to death

somewhere far away, fighting a futile war on a distant battlefield.

It'd be better if I were able to shoot you.

To recoup all the status you lost at the club.

That's a good point.

[sighs]

So, your general.

Do you really think that his mission to conquer Sicily will end in success?

Huh? Have you forgotten where you're from?

Impossible, if you ask me.

Greeks, Romans, Arabs, the Normans…

every one of them comprehensively failed in their invasion.

We dusted ourselves off after we got our island back.

But everyone was thinking,

"What makes them think they could invade and successfully take command of us?"

Then we sat here tranquilly,

expecting the next would-be ruler not to be far behind.

Uncle, the next ruler is knocking on the door.

I just hope you're prepared to open it.

Maybe everyone will actually benefit from it.

Benefit from it? How so?

Is that by being more industrious?

Being cultured, is that what you're saying?

More financially disciplined?

[scoffs] You're dreaming.

We don't want to improve ourselves

because we think we've been perfect for this whole time.

And our vanity, you see, is more powerful than anything else in this land.

Stronger than any army.

Uncle, if we want everything to remain as it is, then everything must change.

[prince] Wait a moment.

Wait a moment.

[coins clink]

We're in Sicily, after all.

Bound not to be long before you have to bribe someone.

Arrivederci, Uncle.

[prince sighs]

[melancholic music playing]

[sombre vocals continue]

[horse whinnies]

[nearby clamouring]

[dramatic music building]

[man] Go up that way! Go. Go that way!

[crowd] Long live Garibaldi!

[men cheering]

[uplifting music continues]

All arms!

[man 1] Long live Garibaldi!

[man 2] Long live Garibaldi!

[epic music dies down]

What if he's murdered?

[music grows sombre]

It won't happen.

[sombre music fades]

[pleasant waltz playing]

[pleasant waltz ends]