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IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD

The fairest sitting as a prisoner,
la la la, la la la, la la la,

bears a name that gives fright:

liberty, liberty, liberty!

It's time for
the Romans to go to bed.

Come here!
- Your orders, Captain.

The same thing every night.

You two of the guard!

You two of the guard!

Why aren't you at your post?

Carry out the order.
- Yes, Captain!

In the officers' hall.

Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!
- Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!

Carry out the order!

Fire!

You tell me
if this ain't a serious city!

They say, "When the cannon rings,
all Rome to bed."

But tonight theaters are open.

They dance at the Austrian,
Russian embassies, Villa Torlonia.

Then who can fall asleep?
- The people.

But they'd go to bed anyway.
Where can they go at night?

I'm already at fault.
How will I get home? They'll arrest me!

No…
- No?

No, they're tight.
- Tight?

You're no shoemaker, my dear Crow,
you're slipshod.

But you have a wide foot, Sir,
and you wanted them graceful.

You said "My digits are tapered",
but they're still toes.

Do you play piano with them?
- Get them off.

They don't fit.
- Too bad, they make your foot small.

Come, get them off.
- Fine, I'll redo them.

What are you doing
tonight, Colonel?

I don't know. I thought of stopping
by the Count of Monforti's ball.

The most down-at-heel ball!
- What would you know?

I mended more soles there
than made new shoes.

But you looked like
a gentleman in these shoes.

I can't dance with these.
They're a vise.

Then sit and talk to the old ladies.
Dancing's not mandatory.

Colonel, do you really
believe in the revolution?

Well, there really was an attempt.

Ridiculous!

Just a few youths protesting
against an aristocratic marriage.

A few shots at the Piombino Palace.
And who did they kill?

The bride?
- No.

The doorman running
to close the gate.

It's always like that.
- But the decree is clear:

All in bed at the cannon's fire.
- I'd go all the same.

And you, Captain,
what will you do?

Me? Much discipline.

I'm going to bed. But I won't be
able to close my eyes all night.

The boy cries.
- Oh, by the way, I forgot,

congratulations on the happy event.
- Thanks a lot.

What? Didn't he have a son?

Well, his wife had one.

And not him?

All Rome knows it, Excellency.
- Colonel!

What is it? - Prince Don Filippo
Spada wants to speak with you.

Fine, I'm coming right now.
With your permission, Captain.

There's another one who can
go about after the cannon fire.

Of course, he's a prince!

Why are you following me?

Well, if I leave, they'll arrest me.
Better to give myself up.

And if you give me the keys,
I can find myself a free cell.

If there only was one.
- A full house, eh?

It was written in the last pasquinade.
- Really?

"Where are our dear Romans?"
- Where?

"They're all in St Peter's
in chains."

Wow, that Pasquino…
- But if I ever get a hold of him…

Fine, wait here.
I'll get someone to go with you.

Thank you, Excellency!
God reward you!

Excuse the question, are you going
to a ball with the whole platoon?

But who told you
I'm going to a ball?

Things change in life
and I changed my mind.

I see.

And where are you going?
- I'm patrolling.

If I feel like walking,
must I tell you?

Well, in a sense, yes.

Are you walking comfortably?
- Sure, they're old boots.

And who made them?
- You! - See?

Don't trust anyone.

Not even my mother!
Though I never met her.

Who do ya mean?

These idlers.
You think they went to bed?

They burrow like wolves
and only pretend to sleep.

In Rome,
we're the only ones asleep,

who are always awake.

But not them! They're there,
behind the windows, ready,

with eyes and ears open.

But there ain't even
any rats here, Excellency!

Never trust anyone!

What was I saying, Crow?

The people pretend to sleep.

But their voice has been this
stone chatterer for 4 centuries.

Always him: Pasquino.

Whenever he talks,
it's always a bad sign.

And what does it say?

What does it say? Take it.

I cannot read, Excellency.
Thank God, I can't read or write.

Read it out loud.

Ah, good! This way we can hear too.

Because in the dark,
I don't see well.

And I didn't bring my glasses.
What does it say?

It says thus:

"Vengeful priests,
Napoleon has fallen.

And do you know why?
Because he didn't kill you.

Twice have you already fallen,
without getting anything.

I warn you, the third thunderbolt
will destroy you completely."

Nice, eh?
- What? Is he laughing?

Look, Pasquino means you.

Me? How am I involved?

Aren't you a priest?
- Yes, Sir,

but Pasquino's mad at
who's in charge, who governs.

And who governs?
- The priests. Who else?

But who commands in Rome?

Me or rather Colonel Nardoni
who is here present?

He commands. He takes his orders
from the Monsignor Governor.

And who's the Monsignor Governor?

A priest. Who else?
- A priest?

But I don't take orders from him.
Why should I care? I'm a priest.

If I don't take orders from
the government, I don't command.

Therefore, Pasquino…

Is mad at him!
- Of course.

Colonel, he's mad at you.
- Crow, aren't you going home?

Yes, I live over there.
- Then what are you waiting for?

Right away.
- You come with me.

What will they do? Shoot us?
- Yeah, dream on!

Rome's ruled by canonical law

which maintains the sacred character
of priests and their goods.

For example: If you're a priest
and your watch is stolen,

it's a sacrilegious theft.
Just imagine if they shot you!

Then, when I grow up,
I'll become a priest.

And I'll hit you
while there's time.

Who do you think
these people are mad at?

Let's hear it.
Who are they mad at?

They're mad at you.
- Oh, yeah?

Then, gentlemen,
I have some bad news for you.

The attempted rebellion spreading
through Rome tonight is directed at us.

We are the priests.

Can you say Mass too?

You'll have to ask him that.

Can they? I guess not!

Patrol, this way!

What? Is he offended?
- How should I know?

What's written here?

"Death to the government.
Infamous priests."

Then he's right:
"Death to the Government".

Whose government?
- Infamous priests. Hey!

That's not enough, my son.

How?
- It's not clear!

Not clear?
- It's not clear. Let's go.

How is it…?
- It's not clear!

Oh, it's not?

See?
Even this innocent knows that.

Whose government? It's not clear!

It's not clear.

DEATH TO THE GOVERNMENT
OF THE INFAMOUS PRIESTS

Now it's clear.

May the Eternal bless
and protect you.

Let the light of
his face shine upon you

and grant you grace.

May the Eternal turn
his face towards you

and grant you peace.

And so, here we have two souls

saved from racial persecution.

This week, 5 more people
from the people of Judah

were kidnapped by Christians
and forcibly baptized.

Therefore, take refuge
in the laws of your fathers.

Marry as soon as age allows
but marry among yourselves.

Don't mix.

Imagine that a woman
of the Hebrew race

would live with a Christian.

Let's not start getting personal!
- It was an example.

But it's always the same.
Find a new one, OK?

Saying that before children!

Well, they can understand now.
They're husband and wife.

But if we got married,
it would be a sin.

We're in the house of the Lord.
Have some respect.

Put on the hat.
- Ah, right.

I already told Giuditta:
deny Abraham's faith and it's settled.

And why don't you deny Christ?
- Are you crazy?

You sold him for 30 coins,
but I think he's worth more.

Have you seen Dr Montanari?

You're looking for him here?
Is he Jewish like us?

Well, doctors don't look at race.
They go where they must.

Is anyone sick here?

No, but there are a lot of kids,
even if to you, they can marry.

And where there are kids,

especially at night,

round and round,
Dr Montanari's always flitting about.

Haven't seen him, eh?
Then who gave him this injection?

Why should you care?

Didn't you read the Pope's edict?

Since when did you learn to read?

I was lying in St Peter's Square
when he forbade vaccinations.

Because the doctor who invented
them was a Jacobin, therefore,

His Holiness said
it was the work of the devil.

You believe that?
- No.

But if you don't tell me
where Dr Montanari is,

I'm calling Colonel Nardoni.

What do you want from him?
- It's not women's business.

Well then?

Do I go?

He's conspiring.
- Everyone knows that. But where?

He's in danger.
Someone should warn him, no?

Trust him.
He's a poor wretch but good.

In the cellar,
under the Marcello Theatre.

I'm off then.

And you, hurry back home!
The cannon sounded long ago.

Go to bed!

Kids should be in bed
at this time, no?

Come, let's marry two more.

Aren't you helping?

You do it. It's late.
I must go home.

Are we all here?
- Almost.

We're only missing Filippo Spada.

His absence is justified.

His daughter is
in bed with smallpox.

Is the neophyte here?

That's him. He arrived yesterday
from the Grand Duchy of Modena.

Greetings and brotherhood.

Angelo Targhini.
- Leonida Montanari.

Did he swear on the skull
to respect the laws of Carboneria?

He swore.

Did he pass the test of courage?

We waited for you for that,
since you are a surgeon…

and have a steady hand.

Place your hand on the table
and open your fingers.

But beware,

if you withdraw it or get scared,

that means you're swine…

and will not be admitted.

You smile, eh?

He didn't move.
It was I who made a mistake.

You're admitted.

What is he saying? Curse words?

Who can it be?
- Whoever it is, he'll regret it.

Go, open it.

Who is it? Password!

Imbeciles!

Open it, it's someone I know.

They ask for a password
before anybody knocks?

Yes, I know. They want
to conspire but they're babies.

By the way, Leo',
the revolution is about to fail.

You must give up.
- Why?

Because Sor Filippo Spada
is a court crier, a messenger,

a canary, a fife, a trumpet,
a stoolie, a friend, a paisan.

In short,
he opened his mouth and sang.

What did he say?
- He's a snitch.

Sor Filippo? It's impossible!
- Calm down!

Proceed.

I found out at Castel Sant'Angelo.

But if I heard correctly,
your friend didn't name names.

He made a general charge.

I always say that nobles go
to a revolution like a fox hunt:

Out of boredom, not need.

Don't forget the army's with us.

A mercenary army?
Let's just leave it.

I think we need to clear this up.

Is it true what he said?

Who the hell is he?

The Crow, nice to meet you.
- Are you a Carbonaro like us?

Let's not get confused,
you make revolution and me shoes.

We each go our own way.

I warned you only out of charity.
Is there a way out?

What do you think?

I don't think!
I'm not a doctor like you.

Well, one must understand him.
It's not his fault.

He lacks education.
- And you lack the people.

But what you said is serious.
Are you sure?

Since Sor Filippo's second daughter
contracted smallpox, he said,

"This is God's punishment for
having conspired against the Pope."

So he ran to the castle
to confess to Colonel Nardoni.

He said,
"May my daughter be saved".

And was she saved?

They're burying her tonight.

Justice is always good.

So, if you hurry,
there's still time to flee

and get yourself to safety.
Can one leave this way?

Calm down!

If they bury the girl tonight,
there's still time.

Nardoni will wait until tomorrow
to get the names from Filippo.

The Roman guard are always respectful
where the dead is involved.

If we don't want them
to bury us tomorrow,

we must bury this very night…

Sor Filippo.

Well, I'll be going then!

Where does this Filippo Spada live?

That's the madman you need!

Here we go by the rules.

Let's draw straws.

And instead of one,
we'll draw two.

A single knife could fail.

Especially if it's yours.
- Out of the way!

Take this.

Why me?
- Your hand is impartial.

Go on.

Don't do it. Listen to me.

I got it!

Wait, boy, there's one left.

Who will take it?

Whoever gets it, don't pout.

Us two.

What do you think this is? A ball?

Please.

Don't do it.
I warn you, you'll regret it.

Why doesn't this
ill-omened bird shut up?

My name is Crow.

Who is this madman?

May I have a word?

Just the two of us,
if you please.

How long have you known me?

Since you started
working with the Crow, no?

Yeah, work…

The fact that I work there
is an excuse.

You understand I'm Jewish.

And if a Christian lives with a Jew,
it's a bad business.

Fine, but how does that involve me?

No, I'm just saying we used
to see each other often.

It's strange but…

there wasn't a day
that went by

without you breaking
a shoe or a heel.

But I'm a doctor, I walk about.

Yet, I doubt that.

Yes, because…

once you stepped into the shop,
you'd never budge.

Well, you know how Crow is:
he talks and talks.

I like to listen to him.
- Ah, yes.

But why do you always look at me
while listening to him?

Is this an interrogation?

Are you in love
with me by any chance?

Did you just realize that?

Well, I'm busy. Good night.
- Leo!

Me too.

Is she your lover?

Why don't you mind
your own business?

No, just curious.
If you want, I'll go alone.

Nobody loves me anyway.
- But…

Where do you have to go?
- Nowhere.

Where are you taking him?
- To execute a traitor.

Are you staying here?

I'll go by myself.

No, stop! It's not worth it
to put your neck on the line.

Giudi', let it be. Not now.

Look out! Hide!

Dragoons, halt!

See what it's like out there tonight?
What could've happened? No!

There's still time, don't go.

Don't leave me, Leo.
Let's run away together,

far away from this weeping city,
full of grim people.

To Naples…
In Naples, there's sun.

And King Ferdinando.

What's the use of killing people?

If you love me, don't do it.
Don't go, don't do it.

Am I in the way?

Ah, there he is!

Then let's go.

Let's go.
- Where?

I won't let you go
alone with that madman!

Go on ahead.

Giuditta, try to understand,
I need to go. I…

No, hold me, hold me tight.

Can't you see I love you too?
I dream of you at night.

What are you doing
with your hand?

I'm scared. Don't go.

Are you loosening my clothes?
Have you lost your mind?

Run after me if you can!

Who is it?
- It's me, Filippo.

I wanted to give my condolences.
- Thanks, Montanari.

No! Not for your girl.

For you.

It's you who are dead.

No, for heaven's sake!
I'm the father of a family!

He's a mouse.
- No

Why are you two laughing?

No! No!

Peekaboo!

People are coming!

Help!

Christians!

I was stabbed!

I was stabbed truly!

Is he dead?

I think not.

Or maybe he is.

Well?

I'm not sure. What do I know?

I don't feel anything.

They made him a buttonhole
from the belly to the posterior.

Then he's dead?

He's still alive.

But maybe he'll die.

And if he doesn't die?
- Better for him.

But worse for him!
If he makes it, he'll talk!

Well then?
- Then he must die.

Then let's hope so.
- Forget hoping!

He must die.

Right now.
- Oh, no.

I warned them.

You call this a revolution?
A wimp on the ground and not even dead!

What do you want from me?
Next time, learn to use a knife.

There won't be a next time,
if he lives.

You need to do it.
- Me?

I certainly don't!
- Then I'll do it!

Don't, Giudi'!
That's a man's job!

Take it!
- What?

It's a man's job, right?
- There are many kinds of men!

I couldn't do it in warm blood
let alone cold!

Quiet!
- What is it?

Horses.
- What horses?

It's the dragoons.
Run, Giudi', the dragoons.

Run!

Where are you going, imbecile?

There, we've arrived
at the Holy City.

Don't look, Serafi'
or you'll be scared.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,

and let perpetual light shine
upon them. Rest in peace.

Amen.

Hurry!
We must find him and that madman!

Let's go home!
If were found here at this hour…

Damn me for saying it!
Who knows where they are!

We can't do anything!

You can help them leave Rome.
Ripetta's boat leaves tonight.

He's your friend, ain't he?
- Friend? I made him soles!

He's just a customer!
- Come on, let's go!

Yes, let's run again!

Let's separate.
If it takes all night, we'll find them.

We need to find him, Crow!

I'll go this way, you that way.
We need to find him.

Why are you staring at me?

You've been saying
"find him" for an hour.

Last I heard,
there were two of them.

Or do you just want to find one?

What are you talking about? Hurry!

And now let's toast our Pope.

To Pope Leone!

To Pope Lemon!

Is it his fault
he suffers from his liver?

Be quiet.
- That's right.

To Pope Leone!

Lemon!

Again!

Fine, Leone, Lemon… Who cares?

Good health and male children!

Male children?

They say the Swiss captain's wife

gave birth to a boy so yellow
he looked Chinese.

Then in Rome,
we'll get a papal heir!

Well, they're young.
And you can see they're bitter.

Because this blessed Pope
put gates in the taverns.

He said,
"Wine will be served outside,

so nobody will meet inside
to conspire against the government."

But who was conspiring?

They would sing, laugh…

Of course, sometimes
somebody would leave dead.

Not out of rebellion,

but just for silly reasons,
high spirits.

Hey! Guys!

The cannon sounded for you too.

Like we give a crap
about the cannon!

See? They no longer
want to be imposed upon.

The people are tired.

More than anything else,
they seem drunk.

Give us two more glasses.

Go to bed!

The man's not born who
could make us go to bed.

A 100 men like him and
we could take power.

Giuditta!

What is it?

Filippo Spada isn't dead.

Thank God, it took two of you
to pull off that masterpiece.

Next time you want to kill someone,
bring a cannon!

Did they find him?
- I don't know but he'll talk. Hurry!

Hey, ravenhead,
you taking her away?

A 100 men like him
and we won't take crap!

Wait, we can't run away.
We need to warn the others.

Think about yourselves instead.
You're in flagrante delicto.

Let's go!

Where are we going?

We'll go to Crow's shop
and then we'll see.

If they don't catch
you in the street.

Stop! On the ground!
- Leo, we're screwed.

On the ground!

On the gr…

But it's you!
Excuse me, Dr Montanari,

I didn't recognize you.

They put me in charge
of the Pasquino's statue.

Are they afraid it'll get stolen?
- They're afraid it will talk.

So you see,
I must always keep watch.

If anyone goes near it, I shoot.

Why didn't you shoot him then?

Damn you! Excuse me, Doctor!

Stop there!

Come forward!

I dunno…

Holy shit!

I got you, you son of a bitch…

Colonel!

Well?

What's this?

"Seeing our Pope on his throne,
a foreigner asked,

'That's the Holy Father, yes?'

But the Captain of the Swiss
who heard it answered, 'Holy? No.

But a father yes'."

Laughing?
- Who's laughing?

Did you see who it was?
- No, Sir.

If I had seen him,
I would've fired.

A voice which has been
speaking for centuries…

won't go out with a bullet.

No, I was distracted for a moment
identifying Dr Montanari.

Montanari?

Dr Montanari.

And where is he?
- There he is.

He's not there.
He was there with another man,

and with that non-Christian
who works with Crow.

Excellency?

Here, take this to the Captain
of the Swiss at Castel Sant'Angelo.

You'll find him awake,
the baby cries.

Montanari? Why not?

He hasn't come back yet.
- Calm down. Don't lose your head.

Don't you realize that
you're about to lose yours?

Well, if I had any doubts,
it's now clear.

And I'm not sure if it's clear to you:
I'm a cuckold.

No, I…
- Can go to hell with your revolution!

Nardoni's arriving with a patrol.

Let's pretend I'm sick

and you came to visit me.

Oh God, I'm so sick!

My God, how sick I…
What do I have?

You have a heart
as big as a house, Crow.

And you have
the brain of a chicken.

Your revolution makes me laugh.
Who wants to do it in Rome?

And that one's a foreigner
from the Grand Duchy of Modena.

Because you're educated,
who knows what you think.

Excuse me.
- By all means.

If I'm such a bother,

I can go back to Modena.

Crow…

We want…

only freedom.

And you want that too.
- Me?

I don't care about freedom.
What is it to me?

I get up when it's day,

sit down when it's dinner
and go to bed when it's dark.

I follow the Easter rules:

No drinking, no blaspheming,
no breaking anyone's balls.

And I love a woman
who loves another.

I should rebel?
I'd be spitting in my own face.

There they are.

Oh, my God, I feel so ill!

God, the pain! What do I have,
Doctor? "Tertiary" fever?

Yes, a Franciscan tertiary.
- No, here, here in the belly!

Might Dr Montanari be here?

Who is it?

You can go barefoot.
The shop is closed.

Oh, Excellency! How sick I am.

Come back another time.

This could be contagious,
an epidemic.

Doctor, when you're done with Crow,
would you be so good to come with me?

What for?

Because we found Don Filippo
Spada lying on the ground.

One would say that he was stabbed.

Oh, poor thing!

But if you hurry, maybe
you'll be in time to save his life.

Why? Isn't he dead?
- Well, it doesn't look like it.

Can he speak?

Why the hell
do you care if he can speak?

Is he going to name
you in his will?

Worry more about if he can breathe.

You better hurry.

No! Why the rush?
Hell of a way to work! I was first!

I'm having spasmodic pains.

What could I have eaten?
The fennel worms?

Doctor, don't leave,
I'm already feeling them.

I'm getting all cold.

If you leave, the priest will come.

No, the priest won't come here.

You'll die in mortal sin,

since you live in
concubinage with a Jewess.

What concubinage, Excellency?

She works for me: keeps the books,
counts my customers' toes

because I can't count, Excellency.
I am ignorant.

She happens to be Jewish
but who touches her?

She disgusts me!
Want me to spit on her?

I spit on you! Out!

I'll wait for you outside, Doctor.
Be quick.

Oh God, my belly!

Oh, how sick I am!

Oh, how sick I am!

But you're worse than me.

I'm ready. Shall we go?

No…

He doesn't know who you are.

I better go alone.

And then Filippo may die
without regaining consciousness.

One is nuts to trust doctors!

Crow, if anything…

if anything happens to me,
take care of Giuditta.

But I was taking well care
of her before you arrived.

He comes and "take care of her"!

Maybe with a little luck…

It's better not to say anything.

Who knows?

You'll see that he'll be back.

Hey!

What's this?
The changing of the guard?

Hey, pal!

Aren't we helping him?
- Yes.

I've become the patron saint
of the Carbonari.

Don't worry.

I've no intention of
leaving Montanari alone.

Can you show me the way
to catch up to them?

Poor boy.
- Poor boy!

Playing with knives!

They believe, Crow.
They have an ideal.

They're not like you or me,
who don't believe in anything.

We're only good
for crying and suffering.

Come, I'll go with you,
else you'll get lost.

What's the name of the boatman?
- I don't know.

Crow, this is about saving a life.
What's his name? - I don't know!

The one with the half soles!
- I don't ask names!

They call him Cannavota.

Thank God!

Let's go.

Salutations, brother.
And many thanks.

Yeah… my ass!

Poor girl.

In one night, a sister's funeral
and now a dying father.

Then take him to the hospital.

At least, we can try.

If he stays here, he'll die anyway.
- Then he better stay.

Maybe in a moment of lucidity,
he'll say who did it.

You think it's humane
to let this man die here?

I must think of the community,
not one man.

You don't agree,
but let's talk it over.

This way time will pass,
while we wait.

Wait for what?

Maybe he'll talk.

Must I wait too?
- I'd say yes.

You said in case
he names me in his will?

You never know.

We'll never get there.

Let's go this way. It's faster.
- You're wasting time.

I'm not going to Cannavota.

Let's go.
- I want to go to Montanari!

Wait a minute.

I see. We're going over there?

Do you know who's playing?

Cannavota?
- Pauline Borghese.

Napoleon's sister.

Don't think of Canova's statue,
the one nude on a marble mattress.

If you could see her now:
skin and bones!

She's always locked
in there with her mama.

Madame Letizia.

Two old people, two owls.

Always spying
from behind the blinds,

in order to gossip.

What a downfall!

Of course, life is brutal.

When I think about life,
I'm scared to death.

What are we doing then?
Staying here? I don't get you.

He's in danger and
you're here like at a concert.

Well, what should we do?

But aren't you his lover?

Me?

No.

We're just friends.
Did you believe Crow?

He's a poor jealous fool,
who sees lovers where none exist.

He probably doesn't see them
where they might exist.

Don't move, the guards are here.

Mamma mia!

They're surrounding us.
- What should I do?

Be brave.

Excuse me.

Well then…

Getting some fresh air, eh?

But aren't you a Jew?

And you don't know what today is?

A day like any other.

No. It's Saturday.

Well, I forgot.
- Let's go…

One moment!
- No, let it be, for heaven's sake.

This gentleman's a stranger
passing through Rome.

He asked me for information.
I don't even know him.

Then don't meddle.

I want to see
where you're taking her.

Suit yourself. Let's go.

No, not him!

I'd be ashamed.

Please.

I'm coming.

And you, Hebrew people,

ask yourself why you're cursed?

Begone! You are damned!

What? Even Pilate, who was a pagan,

his conscience trembled
and he washed his hands.

Because the Roman understood,
perhaps he intuited,

but not you! You…

Every Saturday this scourge.

As if we were there personally.

Then they make us go to Mass.
- Why?

To convert them, no?
- Pay him no mind. It's to insult.

But if it were
the design of Providence

that Christ should
suffer and die a man,

someone needed to kill him.

And if it were the Jews,
did we do wrong?

I say we did well.

Thus we fulfill God's will.

So instead of persecuting us,

they should respect us.

Dirty people! Swine! Damned!

And they don't rebel?

Come on, Sir.

The Semites are cunning:
They don't listen to one word.

But, please…

that stays between us.

Look in their ears.

They put cotton in.

Poor things.

We pretend not to see
because we're tolerant.

…thanks to the mercy of our lord,
Pope Leo XII,

who instead of tying you together
and throwing you in the river,

he enlarged the ghetto
to make you'll feel more comfortable.

Not true!
- How is it not true?

A lie! Don't listen to him, a liar!
Don't let him fool you!

He enlarged it to bring
in those who were still outside!

He said that we would
contaminate the Christians!

As if being a Jew was an epidemic!

Christ, Jesus, Mary!
The things one hears!

Then everyone can go home.

Since I preach to the wind,
I might as well sit.

No, Brother, go on!
Leave the public order to me.

Yes! I'll leave it to you!

What has become of it?

I'll take her away
and if you try to stop me…

This is longer, Sir.

What shall we do?
Cause a diplomatic incident?

Take her home.

After the cannon fire,
you can't go about.

I won't look.
- We'll start the sermon over.

You think I prepare it?
Know it by heart?

I speak as the heart dictates.
I don't remember where I left off.

At "Dirty people! Swine! Damned!"

Usually, a stab means
some revenge by a cuckold.

But if there ever was a cuckold
in Rome, then he was…

In these matters,

I always blunder,
maybe because I'm a bachelor.

What would you say the motive is?

Ask the police. I'm a surgeon.

Yes, I know but…

just to make conversation,
just to pass the time.

Come on, let's hypothesize.

A hypothesis? Why should I care?

That's right!

It could've been
politically motivated.

You think it's political?

Don Filippo had liberal leanings,
as all Rome knew.

Moderate leanings, of course.

But in that case,
who would stab him?

An adversary.

But that's like saying,
it could've been me or a priest.

Then political motives
are ruled out.

No.

No?
- No!

These Jacobin liberals often
kill each other. - Really?

Yes, because everyone
thinks as he likes.

There are those who want a republic,
who want a constitutional Pope.

In short, anarchy.

And then, they kill each other.

Have you ever thought, Doctor,

how one can stab a man
because of politics?

Kill him just because he didn't
think the same way as you?

No, excuse me,

but doesn't the government kill
those who don't think like it?

Ever hear of the guillotine?

Well, what does that matter?
Government? It's not a man.

It's quite different,
an abstract thing…

When the government kills,
it's like nobody was killed.

But, as it is well known,
you don't meddle in politics.

Not me.

Suppose you did sympathize
with Jacobinism,

would you stab me?

I could stab you right now
for making me waste the night.

See?

To travel to the countryside,
you must go as if to war

or the bandits will molest you.

I came back and found
my family exterminated:

Cesarina, a newborn under ground.
My husband, a cadaver.

Damn you sentimental Italy!

I'm returning to Vienna to mother.
- No, because of so little…

Is it grave?
- Pardon?

For my own sake,
I want to know if he's dying.

Do you want to know the hour too?

Damn imbecile!
- No, don't shoot!

These bourgeois are so insolent!

I need to go home to change clothes.
- Why?

Because tonight there's
a ball at Rospigliosi House.

I was supposed to go to a ball too.
But unfortunately…

Must my husband really
lie on the ground?

No, one moment. Wait.

Princess, I beg you to desist.

I am forced to object.

Besides, he can't be moved.
- Why?

Can I tell her, Colonel?

Because he's expected to play
the snitch before he dies.

Go!

It's customary to be on the ground
when you are dead.

But he's still alive and
can't stay like that, die teufel!

I'll send my servants from home.
- Thank you.

What time is it?
- Well…

It's very late!

Oh, Mariane!

My sweet, you've been
to your sister's funeral, yes?

Mama will be right back
after she goes to the ball.

Papa's big toe is sticking out!

I suppose it's now my fault
that pig never cuts his toenails!

Everybody waits for me
to do everything!

Well, if they stabbed her,
I would've understood.

Let it be, Angeli'. Run away!

Montanari didn't want
you to go too.

You couldn't help.

I can't, Giuditta. I need to go.

But if you are arrested,
the best of us, who will be left?

Who will give us hope?

Besides, it's not fair.

You're young.

You're tender…

Why must you die?

Because I swore. Freedom or death.

Ah, you frighten me!

Angeli', soon it'll be day
and the risk will be less.

The river is full of boats
that come and go.

Hide in one of them and
who knows where you'll end up.

Far away. Maybe in Naples.

In Naples, there's sun.

But there's also King Ferdinando,
who's worse than the Pope.

Always thinking of kings and popes!

Doesn't that big head of yours
think of anything else?

I do have another thought.
- What?

I love you.

Angeli',

what did you say?

No, nothing.

Then I won't let you go.

But I must…

You stay here with me.

I didn't promise you
I'd run away.

I know. That's what you said.

But I love you.

You said that too.

Don't repeat it.

Which is the road?

Go on: The way to
the guillotine is that way.

Straight ahead. You can't miss it.

Then I'll go.

Perhaps Filippo died
without regaining consciousness.

Perhaps.

Well, since she arranged this,

the Princess could've brought
a bed for us too.

I'm sleepy.

Why? Aren't you comfortable?

I wait for a peaceful death.

Wow! Look who's here!

Wasn't he with you at Crow's house?

What strange customs.

What are you doing here?
- What a question, Doctor!

A dog always follows St Rocco.

No, don't laugh.

I think
you should've stayed in Modena,

Mr Targhini.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, thanks.
- You're welcome.

Sir! Sir!
Papa is moving his fingers!

Carolina…

Just imagine
if she came home tonight.

But where did the ceiling go?

You…

what are you doing in my room?

Just feel the draft in this room!

It's Dr Montanari…

Then, if the doctor's here,

maybe I'm sick?

And who are these others?
Soldiers?

But what am I doing
in the middle of the street?

My goodness!
What is all this blood?

I remember: I was stabbed!

Who?

Who was it?

Who?

It was those two there:

Montanari and that other one!

You might not believe it, Doctor,

but until the last
I was hoping it was not you.

You have a serious profession,

useful to your neighbor,
to your nation.

And then, at your age!

If it had just been him,
an outsider…

Oh, well,

you asked for it.

That's life.

What?

No, I was saying Marcus Aurelius is
still on horseback in Campidoglio,

Filippo Spada lives and,
thanks to God, expected to heal,

Targhini and Montanari
await sentencing,

and I'm still a slipshod
but I leave serious thoughts…

to wiser heads than me.
You agree, Excellency?

You do well, dear Crow.

I'd like to be like you:
blind in one eye.

That's all I would need:
I can't even see well with both.

But it's different.

Because, you see,
after you've made

two soles and a pair of boots,
you've done more than your duty.

But not me.

I've distinguished myself
in the suppression of banditry…

and I've lined up 45 bandit skulls

between San Germano and Rome.

A pleasant trip!

Ah, in those days, I wasn't
yet a prince of the Church,

but a simple shepherd of souls.

But you know, they say, "Rivarola's
a guy who commands respect."

Damn right.
- Oh, no.

Can't you see?

I speak even to you,
a humble shoemaker.

That's why I have
the utmost respect for you.

What are you doing?
Kissing my signet?

Ah, that's the signet?
- So they say,

"let him preside over
Targhini and Montanari's trial".

They gave it to you?
Then, please, pay close attention.

For whom?

For your health.

With all that work,
don't make yourself sick.

But it doesn't end there:
As soon as I finish this trial,

I must run to Romagna
to put down secret sects.

And you know better than me
that the Romagnol, for any change,

are the most unruly of subjects.

In short, it never ends.

But you at least have
finished my shoe?

Two more nails, Eminence.

Crow, I'm… I'm going.

And who is this pretty brunette?

Giuditta Di Castro, Eminence.
At your service.

What a shame:
So lovely and yet a Jew.

Here in Rome, with the Jews,
Jacobins and bandits,

there's nobody left anymore.

We're left, Eminence.

The most faithful Romans.
What do we care?

There you go:
I'll leave all of Rome to you.

What's the matter?
Did a tarantula bite you?

Where are you going?
- I'll be right back.

And what will I do?
- Say you prayers.

No, stop! You're staying here!

What for?

To watch you play
the clown with cardinals?

Besides, our agreement was clear:

You said, "We're two wretches,
let's be together until it lasts."

So? I'm still a wretch.

Why?

Did anything change for you?

Let's drop it, Crow.
You understand me.

No, wait.
- Let me go!

Hey, Giudi',

I just want to ask you
out of curiosity,

did you really lose
your head over that guy?

And also for
that other poor fellow.

I feel sorry for him.

Did you go…

to bed with him?

On the ground.

Congratulations to Dr Montanari!
- No!

No?

To Targhini.

You lost your head over Targhini?
That simpleton? - No!

For Montanari.

Hey, wait a minute!
I don't understand!

You're in love with Montanari
and on the ground with Targhini?

No, it's just that…

Crow, don't break my balls!
- Hark at that!

Crow!
- Who is it?

Ah, the shoe, Eminence!
- Ah, if I had to wait for you…

Sorry, I dropped it.
- She left you, eh?

No…

I sent her away.

Well, there's no
reason to be ashamed…

for having fallen
in love with a Jew.

It happens.
- That's life.

And I'll tell you something else.

One thing that I'll tell only you
and nobody in the world knows.

Ah, thank you.

But please,
keep it between ourselves.

Say it, Your Eminence.
My main defect is ignorance.

As I see it, these Jews are
human beings almost like us.

No!
- Oh, yes.

"Today, the 31st of October
in the year of our Lord 1825,

we Agostino of St Agata de Subburra,
of the Holy Roman Church,

the Cardinal Deacon Rivarola
with a special brief,

delegate of His Holiness,
our Pope Leo XII, happily reigning,

residing over the tribunal, etc, etc,

invoking the holy name of God
and having only justice in sight…"

Let's get to the point, Eminence!

"Having read and weighed
the present case,

examined the exceptions
and excuses made for them…"

Which ones? What excuses?
They won't let us say a word!

And what do you expect? A lawyer?

"Considering that the existence of
the Carbonari in the papal lands

and the aforesaid group has
as their goal societal upheaval,

to sacrifice everything
to revenge, theft…"

They took us for bandits.
- Worse, my son. Worse.

Because at least bandits have
the excuse of starvation.

"And that these things were
actually verified in the trial

by the spontaneous
confessions of individuals,

belonging to
the aforesaid Carbonari…"

We've been betrayed, Angeli'!
- Silence!

What do you take me for?
A puppet? Louts!

"And by the spontaneous confessions
of numerous informers who,

according to the law,
enjoy the privilege of impunity,

and the secrecy
of their revelations."

Listen, Your Eminence!
- Up yours!

Is it impossible for you not
to interrupt every minute the verdict?

You call this a verdict?
You make me laugh!

Go on, laugh.
You'll soon hear the quail sing.

"We have judged definitively
and condemn without appeal,

the aforementioned Leonida Montanari
and Angelo Targhini,

guilty of high treason,

lese-majesty, attempted homicide,

and possession
of forbidden weapons.

Therefore we condemn them
to the ultimate punishment:

beheading."

What?

No more laughing?

Have you lost your breath?

There's a time to make love…

Good thing
they sentenced you to death.

If they gave you a life sentence,
it'd be torture.

What's the matter, Angeli'?

Afraid of dying?

What's the matter then?

Can I ask you a question?
- Yes.

Giuditta…

What's between you two?

She, poor thing, tried to stop me.

She said, "Don't kill him.

Let's run away together.

Let's go to Naples."

In Naples, there's sun.

Listen to me…

Lads, you have a visitor.

Keep it brief
because it's not allowed.

Then don't allow it!

It bothers me they're always
trying to do me favors!

It's the paternalism of tyrants!

What should I do then?
Send her away?

Who is it?

How should I know?

It's me.

Brief, OK?

Hey!

Are you talking to me?

I understand.
- No, it's me who understands.

And then? Am I a slut?

I asked both of you a question
and would like an answer!

On the other hand, it's only right.

What could you think?

But I tried.

And how can a woman try?

With chit chat? Eh?
Talking about politics?

What ways does a woman
have to compete with men?

What does she have?

There's only love.

Or whatever the hell you call it.

I tried with love.

In turns.
- Of course!

And since it didn't work with you,
I tried with this one.

Yes, Sir!

I said, "At least I'll save one."

I failed. What can I do?

At least with him you had fun.

You have no idea.

But what do you want?
That I feel in debt to you?

I'll pay you back right now.
I don't care.

Get out!

Gladly.
But this is a prison, not an inn.

What are you doing now?

What is it?

Can't you let Targhini
out for a moment?

To get a little air?

Why not ask me to send him
on vacation to Castel Gandolfo?

Let me out for a bit.

She wants to be alone
with Montanari. I beg you.

Fine, but where do I put him?
There's not a free cell.

Would you deny
a condemned man's last wish?

Please.

Come on, boy.
Let's take a little stroll.

What are you doing?

Oh, no!
- Get comfortable.

Forgive me, Leo.

I… don't feel like it.

Neither do I.

You'll forgive me for Angelino?

I wish you had succeeded with him.
He is young.

He would've had
his whole life ahead of him.

And you?
- Me?

I don't care.

Why don't you care?
Don't you think of me?

I love you, don't you understand?

I am in love.

Giudi', don't look at me
with eyes as big as saucers.

Let me die in peace.

The fairest looks at the sea…

Come, let's go.

She's waiting for her knight.

Well, the older I get,
the less I understand the world.

The fairest sitting as a prisoner…

bears a name that gives fright:

liberty, liberty…

Let's go now.
- …liberty.

Forgive me, Angeli'.
- What for?

A revolutionary mustn't carry
anything with him!

Loves, affections:
all cannonballs tied to his feet!

A revolutionary is like a saint.

He leaves all,

and instead of a cross,
he takes up his dagger and goes.

Where are you going alone?
- We're not alone.

If the people…

if people wake up suddenly…

May I have a word?

Well?

Make me understand. Was it dark?
- What?

No, I mean, couldn't you see?
- When?

When you thought it was Montanari
but it was Targhini.

It was a mistake, no?
- No.

Huh? I don't understand.

What do you want to understand, Crow?
Fix the shoes and keep quiet.

Give off…

Will you stop that symphony?

Let's go this way, it's faster.
- How do you know where I'm going?

Fine, but this way,
you'll get there quicker.

No, don't go, Giudi'! Wait!

A mass for those
condemned to death!

Come on, Giudi'.
Here, you'll only feel pained.

Plenary indulgence!

Make an offer!
- Go to hell…

100,000 years of forgiveness
and perpetual remission of sins!

Make an offer which suits you!

Is this fair?

Well…

Right.

Continue not seeing anything.

Pretend not to see.

Hide your head
in the ground like an ostrich.

But don't you see as soon as
you raise it, they cut it off?

What can we do?
- Make an offer.

I already did.

The only thing
that matters is love.

Love? In a world like this?

Because the world is like this.

The ideal would be
for two to love each other.

But as this cannot be as intended,
let's be content.

One is in love
and the other keeps him company.

Who's the one in love?

Me?
- With whom?

You make me laugh.

Giudi', I understand why
you're in love with Montanari.

Or maybe the other one or
both of them. What do I know?

One must be patient.

I take it into account.

Didn't you hear the cannon?
Go to sleep!

Let's go home, Giudi'.
- Go to sleep.

Keep sleeping.

While our best are always
the first to take the blow.

Sleep, Crow. Keep sleeping.
- Yes, but let's sleep together.

If during the night we get scared,
we can hold each other tight.

Go hold your aunt's bones tight!

You don't need a woman!

You need a chicken
to hide under her wing.

But I don't sleep with cowards!
- No, I'm no coward.

He who loves is never a coward.
- Didn't you see the guillotine?

Look at this carnival!

And you don't even have
the guts to say it's not fair.

You're right, Crow.
You're not a coward.

You are nothing.

You're not even a man.
- Oh, no, Giudi'.

As a lover,
you can spit in my face.

But as a man, you must respect me.

A man isn't judged
only by the bed.

That's not enough.

What are you doing, Master?

I'm writing the names of
the condemned for the sacrament.

Targhini is written without a "h"?
They'll read "Targini" instead.

You think so?
- Give it to me. I'll write it.

There, I'm done.

And take off that hood.
It's scary.

Never mind, keep it on.

Crow!

The illiterate shoemaker
knows how to write.

Very curious but good to know.

Good to know.

Good to know.

Crow, you know how to write?
Why the mystery? Is writing shameful?

No, but sometimes it's risky.

The Carbonari make me laugh.
They're conspirators? Of what?

Hey, speak with respect!
They're risking their heads.

Heads can be cut off by dozen
but it's language that matters!

Each one battles in his own way.
I've chosen mine.

Yes, a shoemaker.

No, being the voice of Rome,
of a malcontent people.

What do you mean?

I'm the real rebellion.

Giudi', don't be shocked
but I'm Pasquino.

Yes, Ma'am,
I'm the mystery satirist.

The one who writes those
anti-government libels.

Yes, I play the fool
to deflect suspicion

while I denounce abuses
and the people take note.

Will they ever awaken? Who knows?
Maybe if I threw rocks at their windows?

Or would you like them
to wake up when you like?

Or when Targhini
and Montanari want?

Crow, but I didn't know.

Now you do, so what?
I'm Pasquino but it means nothing.

I'm still and always
will be a cuckold.

But then you must do something!
You can save them!

Me? Who do you take me for?
St Rita of Cascia?

Drop dead, you and them!

It's over, Giudi'!

Dear brothers, is entry allowed?

Peace and good will!

Peace and good will.
- Has the time come?

How does one say it?

Mors certa, hora incerta.
(Death certain, the hour uncertain)

But that depends on you.

The secular arm, which is Justice,
hands you over to the spiritual arm,

which is us.
- But, us who?

Who are you?

Who am I?

Why the heck do you care who I am?

We are specks of dust!

Want to know my name?

And it's not even mine.
We change it when we join. Look.

Can't you see who I am?

And why has the secular arm
turned us over to you?

You want to know everything, eh?
Who are you?

Because this is the procedure.

We return you to the secular arm
after you have repented.

Repented of what?

What do you mean "what"?
The crimes you committed.

We certainly can't kill you hastily.

If we killed you thus,
you'd go right to hell.

And unworthy as we are,
we work for God Almighty not the devil.

Therefore, ye must repent!

And then die in the grace of God.

What if we don't repent?

Not repent? Is that your response?

What is the one virtue
monks possess?

Which virtue,
do you think, monks have?

I never heard of any.
- No?

And yet, we do have one.
- Which one?

It's patience, my boy.

If not, I would've already
punched you in the head.

However, with patience, I come here

and seek to save souls.

And until they've repented,
there will be no execution!

This is our order's right,
my children.

Then executions would be put off,

maybe even for 100 years.
Who would repent?

Yes, I know, they all say that.
But patience can achieve anything.

No, just a moment.
Patience takes time.

I'm in no rush.

Give me a chair 'cause I see that
this won't be resolved by standing.

And with time, anything can happen.
Well then, friar?

Do you want some advice, my sons?

Ask God's forgiveness right away.

Then they'll cut off
our heads right away.

A head? A head?
What are you thinking?

How small you are, my sons!
Attached to your misery!

What is life?

Open your eyes
and it's already night.

You get upset, look for God knows
what and want to change the world!

But there's no time! Life is short!

Ask God for forgiveness!

Save you souls
because man's end is eternity!

Because that is where we all end!

But we're going elsewhere.
- Where?

Bravo, Angeli'.
- Bravo? This one's a halfwit!

There is no elsewhere!
There is no escape!

Either we're all going to hell
or we're all going to heaven!

You want to go there?
- You can go.

After death, we'll be in the world.
- Why?

To be an example for those who remain.
- Who will remain?

Who will remain?

What's left of the Egyptians?
Nothing! A few dry mummies.

And of the Romans?
A few crumbling walls!

And what of the Etruscans?
Nothing! A few vases!

Will the Carbonari remain?
The ones who sell charcoal. Not you!

Save your souls, my children!
Go to Paradise!

I can send you there.
Though unworthy, I have that power!

We still don't want to go.
Won't that please you?

The less there are,
the better for you, right?

I get it. Then let me sit down.

My sons, would I stay here
speaking against my interests?

The more there means
the more we're right!

But that's exactly the question.

We won't repent just
to show you that you're wrong.

What do we do then?

I would like to cry. But I can't.

Look, if you were right,

would I dress myself like this?

To listen to you?
So nasty with those earrings?

What pain you give me, my son!

Jesus Christ,
son of Mary, help me!

Damn, how hardheaded they are!

What…?

What's the matter?

I felt, all of a sudden…
- What did you feel, my boy?

I don't know,
like a pinching inside my soul.

What could it be?
- Maybe your conscience awakens!

You're younger and
less sin-hardened than him.

What are you doing?
Get away! What are you looking at?

Do you want to repent, my boy?

Maybe I do.
- Shall we pray together?

Let us pray.

No, maybe I better think some more.

By myself.

Are you jerking me around?

Ah, I see!
You feel like playing games.

Then no more talking.
We'll talk tomorrow, eh?

That's a good idea. Tomorrow,
we'll think it over with a clear head…

Aren't you going away?

Where would I go?

Do you need to pray here?
- Silence!

You think I'm doing this for fun?

I'm working. I'm praying for you.

Hey! If I bother you so much,
pretend that I'm not here!

No, eh? If you do that,
how can we ever sleep?

Never!

Until you repent,
I won't let you close your eyes!

Jesus, Joseph and Mary!
I fell asleep!

And the Carbonari? Where are they?

They were beheaded!

Mamma mia, I lost two souls!

Lord, forgive me!

Open up! Let me out!

But it's open!

Jailer! Jailer!
- Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

Why are you up there?
Who let you out?

Me. It's regulation.

What regulation?
They shouldn't even sleep!

Out of my way!

Now, I'll see! Regulation?
What regulation?

Brother.
- Oh, there you are?

Tonight, while praying,

you threw me out of bed
and lay down between us.

Me? What do you mean?
- And how you snore, my father.

Just like an animal.

So I fell asleep, so what?
The flesh is weak, my sons.

But the spirit is always vigilant!

Here, look at this sky,
look at these clouds!

Magnificent clouds,
who put you up there?

And who put
those Swiss guards there?

Where?
- There.

Beware, ye unbelievers!

We're all under the same mantle.

There it is! Look at it:
This is our mantle!

Behold this dome
which rises to the sky.

Why is it there?

And that cannon aimed at Rome?
Why is it there?

Ah, cannons! Cannons!

Are you always looking to the ground?
Look up to the sky!

I see: still playing games.
- But you told us to.

But you know, my son,
in what sense I said it.

Friar,

it's useless to tell us fairy tales.
Up there…

is nobody.

All the worse for you.

I give you eternal life
and you kick me in the ass.

Can one even understand you people?

With one hand you kill us and
with the other give us eternal life.

My boy, these are
the contradictions of power.

Friar, the walk is over.

Come on, the cell is this way.
- We're going there.

Want to join us?
- To where?

Did they put you in the basement?

One step closer to the gallows.

You say it just like that?

He seems happy to go up.

Look at these guys.
Where do they go?

What do you want?
- I don't know.

I didn't sleep all night.

Let's make a deal, Eminence.

I give you the Pasquino
and you save Montanari's life.

And since when do shoemakers…

go around making these deals?

Be quick, because if I think it over,
I'll realize how much I'm losing

and won't do anything.

Pasquino in exchange
for Montanari, you say.

You wouldn't compare
some common Carbonaro

to that mysterious
epigrammatic satirist?

If I were you,
I wouldn't despise a Carbonaro.

Or do you say that because
you wanted to put Targhini…

on the market?
- No, this is no Campo de Fiori.

Do with him what you like.
He's a loser. - Well?

Why the cruelty?

I spoke like that because
I didn't want both of them.

Even if they are black sheep,
remember,

I am still a shepherd of souls.

Good morning, Eminence!

There's a lost lamb for example.

Yes, but now let's finish it
and you can pasture her later.

Her soul of course.

And why are you
so interested in Montanari's skin?

I proposed a trade,
with all due respect, Eminence.

Why the hell should you care?
If it suits you…

It depends.

And who is Pasquino?
- Yeah, right. Good night!

Which means?

No, it's just that
I'm not very diplomatic, Eminence.

And maybe I should tell you.

Then tell me.

Let's do this:

First, free Montanari
and give him a horse…

and have him sent out
of St John's Door.

Then I'll tell you who Pasquino is.

We must trust one another.

I do.

Come.

I wouldn't dare.
- Yes, of course.

What are you going to do?
- I'm getting ready to write.

Ah, right, you're illiterate.
You wouldn't understand.

I will explain it to you:
This is the pen…

the inkwell.

I dip it…
- No, I already get that.

What are you writing?
- The order to release Montanari.

That's what you wanted, right?

That way we'll finally
know who Pasquino is.

Have you changed your mind?

No.
- Why do you look at me like that?

Ah, I know. You don't trust me.

Yet, I fulfill all of my promises.

Here it is.

Oh, right! You can't read.

Right.
- It doesn't matter.

I'll read it to you.
- Good.

"Release Leonida Montanari.

Give him a horse and let him
leave through St John's Door.

Signed: Rivarola".

Arrest immediately Crow,
Signed, Rivarola.

And now what should I do?

It's problematic.

Because you can't let
anyone read it to you.

It's a state secret.
- Right.

You must run to Castel Sant'Angelo…

and deliver it in person…

to Colonel Nardoni.
- Who can read?

He does.

Anything else?

No, the seal, Eminence:
Without it, it's no good.

I'm doing it up.
Can't you see that?

Ah, ignorance!

It's a terrible thing,
my dear Crow.

See? It's always from ignorance
that misunderstanding is born

between the subject and Power.

If you could read,

your face would not have
a shadow of a doubt on it.

And I would go tranquilly
to Castel Sant'Angelo.

Like you say.

We must trust one another.

I am trusting.

The sentence must be carried out,
ipso facto, by strangulation!

Repent, wicked ones!
There's no more time, death is near!

Damn, how ugly death is!

Here, kiss the cross!
Kiss the cross!

Hey! What are you doing?
Squeezing?

What should I do?
- Let go! You want to kill him?

You're only supposed to scare them!
Damn, how hard-headed they are!

Get out, hooded ones!
One can't ask you anything!

I thought you were
hangmen not murderers!

And not even fear moves you!
How barbaric!

But what did you expect?

What tricks are these?
- A priest's trick, right?

Say it: These are priests' tricks.

That's what ruined you: cynicism!

Friar, may I make an objection?

Another one? Go ahead.
After all, you're always objecting.

It seems that you can't wait
to send us to the gallows.

Me? What are you saying?

Besides,

what are the gallows?
A few wooden stakes put together.

You who committed the crime
should've known you would end there.

What crime?

Which one? It's a just sentence!

Forget about the sentence!

Do you know the name of our crime?

What is it?
- Freedom.

What's that?
- Leonida!

You think
you can convince a friar?

Be silent!
What do you want to tell me?

Freedom…

Freedom does not exist.

Reflect well, you who seem so sure.

This may sound like heresy
but I feel free only when I obey!

I do too.

Whoever believes, obeys.

Do you believe too, my son?

Well, one believes as he wishes.

You act in good faith, Brother.
That's why I esteem you.

Because only
in good faith can one kill

and sleep peacefully at night.

But what are you saying?
What do you mean?

I never killed anyone.
On the contrary.

I give them life.
- Eternal?

I can give this to you.
Will you throw it away?

Will you repent, my son?

My son, will you repent?

Repent, my son.

Repent, my son! Repent!

Pray with me!
Let's pray together, my son!

Don't listen to him! Don't!
He does it on purpose!

No, if you go on like that,
you'll end up kissing!

Don't listen!

Are you not ashamed?
Don't you believe in anything?

I believe only in Brutus
who killed tyrants.

The rest is babble.
The Good Faith makes me laugh.

You are old.
The enemy is always a enemy!

And should be killed without pity!
At least, I would.

Even Leonida is too old.
"The people are waking up…"

What people? Who?

Do you want to repent?
- I said knock it off!

Are you happy now?

Don't you have a mother, my son?
- No.

See?

Will you repent?
- No.

Of course not. I knew it.

Therefore, if I go to Castel
Sant'Angelo, they'll arrest me.

And if I don't go,

it's like declaring I read
the message and Pasquino is me.

Slow down.
I'm only up to "therefore".

What a fine successor I've found!

Hey, Bellachio',
this is a pen, not a cow's tit.

You should've taught me
first how to write.

What first? We've been trying for
15 years and you're still illiterate.

Ah, then forget it!

You see,
I think writing is not enough.

You need ideas and
I ain't got them.

You write.

Ideas come by writing.

Here's an example. If you say,
"Goddamn you", what are you doing?

You're cursing.

But if you write it,
it becomes an idea.

Then it's easy to become Pasquino.

It's difficult to remain him.

Write.

These priests must surely
know more than the devil.

Of course or
the devil would've already won.

Therefore, we must be
more clever than the devil

and all the priests put together.

Then forget about it,
we've already lost!

Crow, we're just
simple people at heart.

What did you say?
- What did I say?

That we are…
- I don't know.

No, you said we're simple people.

After that?

At heart.
- At heart.

The heart. Cursed be the hearts
and those that have them.

Bellachio', now I understand!

That is our ruin,
the cataclysm of the people.

The heart.

That's what must be changed!
You are a great thinker!

You have thoughts
even when you don't write!

Me?

Is anyone dumber than us?

That's what keeps us down.

Because we have hearts
and they don't.

Damn, your pen runs on the sheet!

It looks like a hare.

And I was risking my neck
to please a woman.

And when will we
overthrow the masters

if we keep going about
with our hearts in our hands?

Do you want to become a man?
- Why? What am I now?

You're a fool,
a nothing, a slave.

If you want to be a man,
rip out your heart and throw it there:

Where the cows wallow.

Hey, Crow! What will you do?
Where are you going?

I'm putting in the last epigram.
- And you tell me nothing?

Am I disciple or not?

That's right: the disciple must
spread the master's ideas.

It is addressed to the Pope.

"Why have we waited so long,
Holy Father?

Aren't we going to cut the necks
of Targhini and Montanari?"

The hangman waits and grows old.
Hurry him up…

and that will be the end of that."

Did you understand?
- Yes, I did.

You've gone over to the enemy.

Should I spit on you
or hit you in the mouth?

It's not easy to understand you!
- Imagine if they pardoned them!

And set them free.

What would these simple at heart
people think? "The master is good."

He pulls your ears when
you're naughty but at the end…

he's like a forgiving father.

And what would they become
after they're released?

Still alive?
- No, wimps.

It's better than being dead.
- No, because the dead have weight.

And killed in innocence,
by a joke of a trial, weighs even more.

And over time, they become
the bad conscience of the master.

Yes, but who will explain
to them it's better that they die?

They already know.
Because only in blood,

only in blood does
the bark of revolution sail.

Get it now?
- Not very…

It doesn't matter.
You'll understand in time.

Crow, there are guards!
Don't show yourself!

If you want,
I'll put in the epigram.

Nobody knows me.

Take it. I promote you
on the field to Pasquino.

What will you do? Surrender?
- War never ends.

And if they arrest you?
- Power has an Achilles's heel and these…

are entitled to asylum.
Knock and the door will open.

I knock and insinuate
myself like a snake.

I'll be a viper in their bosom.

Bellachio', I'm going to do
what Dante Alighieri did.

Who then afterwards left us
that remarkable comedy.

Whatever…

What are you looking for, Brother?

Peace and soup.

Truly, Dante just said "peace".
You added the soup.

Why? Don't you have any?

We have another friar.

Watered down broth and go on!

Go away!

Leave from here!

Hurry! Everybody home!

You start with pranks
but will end up in the guillotine!

You too! You too, little one!
Get away from there!

All of you sons of cows!

That's my father.

The soldiers of the Pope,
are a bunch of dopes!

Begone!

What is this?

Clear the piazza!
- Yes, Sir!

Didn't you hear the cannon fire?

May the cannon shoot
you in the chest.

Oh, is that so?
- He must be a bugger.

Now we'll show them!

This way they'll learn to go
to bed at the fire of the cannon!

The soldiers of the Pope,
are a bunch of dopes!

Fire!

In the air, idiots!

Again? Hey, what's that?
Are they shooting?

They're shooting, Angeli'!
- Where?

On the side of the river!
- Where?

What's happening?
- The people are waking up!

And you didn't believe, Angeli'!
The people have woken up!

The Republic's returning!
- Returning? I don't know…

Now you see why we were buying time?
We tricked you!

Me? What have I done?
Will you kill the friars?

I will…
- No! We poor…

Religious principle will
be respected! Rejoice!

Freedom has come to you! Yes!
- It's come to me too!

Hey!

Help! Open up!
I don't trust them! Open up!

What happened?
- The people are storming the prison!

Where?

Soldiers! Soldiers!

Well done, soldiers! Thank God!

Stop them! Stop them!
Form a wall!

Well, the wall has already collapsed.
Damn, some soldiers!

They've come to set us free.

Sheep people,
attend to your own affairs!

We want justice!
- Justice will be done!

And when?
- It depends on them! They must repent!

Why don't you cut their heads off?

Who cares if they repent?

You want to make them saints?

I've already rented all the windows
overlooking the square

and they want their money back!

I've postponed several
important errands!

I've walked from Genzano
and I've spent a lot!

The people want us dead.

Certainly, they've woken up.

Cut off their heads
and have done with it!

People, what's got into your heads?
What do you want?

You want to command? Who are you?

Are you the Pope? The Cardinal?
Or are you the Baron?

Because if you're not even a baron,
who are you? You are the others!

And who are the others?

Answer me! Answer me instead of
besieging the castle! Who are you?

You are the leftovers of the popes,
the cardinals, the barons!

And what are the leftovers?
They're garbage!

People, you are garbage!
And you want to open your mouth?

If in the morning, you didn't have
anyone to tell you what to do,

you wouldn't know how to start!
What do you know?

Have you gone to school?

Can you distinguish between
the "pros" and the "cons"?

You don't even know
when you're blessed,

because you are garbage!

You can stay clean
because you have no responsibility!

Go home, people! Go home! Go!

But what does this friar want?
Who is he? - Who am I?

Who am I?

I'm here for the condemned!
I must save their souls!

What would you know about souls
if I didn't tell you?

People pass on but souls remain!

Outside the soul,
there is no salvation!

And I must send them to Paradise!

And I must send them there!
Even if they die of old age inside!

I will send them! Me!

Because, though unworthy,
I wear this…

Who are you? What do you want?
What are you doing?

Are you with the rebels?

OK, Brother, that's enough!
Come with me! You two, get him.

And you, clear out!
The sermon is over!

Hands off me, soldier!

How dare you put
your hands on a friar!

And who are you?

I'm Colonel Nardoni.
- So?

You're a colonel and want to rule?
- I wish the colonels were in charge.

Wouldn't we better off?

How should I know?
Where are you taking me?

To His Eminence, Cardinal Rivarola.

He wants to talk to you.
- His Eminence?

He wants to talk to me?
Why didn't you say at first?

Let's go. Where's the exit?

Eminence!
The people are a fierce beast!

Thirsty for human blood!

That's not true, Brother. It's not.

The people are not bad.

You just need
to understand poor people.

Rome has become a morgue.

Nothing ever happens.

Everyone beats their chest,
everyone weeps.

And then,
even an execution of justice,

at least is something new:
a spectacle,

a diversion.
- In Nero's time!

In all times, my son. All times.

Savagery has always been
amusement to the people.

If they're denied or made to wait,
of course the people will rebel.

Therefore,
while I appreciate your zeal,

I think the time has come…

to satisfy the people.

Satisfy them? Eminence,
they need to repent! - Patience.

Patience? If they're killed now,
they'll go into unconsecrated ground

with the jesters,
the snitches, the prostitutes!

We can't always save everyone.

Eminence, with all due respect,
we must save everyone.

We're priests!

Else, why are we here?
- What do you mean?

Eminence, grant them grace.
- To whom?

To those two unfortunates!

Brother, you amaze me.

It's as if this were the first time
you've given aid to the condemned.

No, it's the first time
I've given aid to two like them.

The others were people who killed
their mother or butchered their lover

or stolen, or counterfeited coins.
It was easy for them to repent.

But what did these two do?

Filippo Spada's already healed
and better than before.

Then, what other crime did they do?
They plotted against the government?

And who paid any attention?
They don't believe in God!

They're still young and need time.
When a man's older, he thinks it over.

I'm sure they'll think better of it!

They should've thought it over before.
We put all in the Lord's hands.

No, Eminence, this is putting
all into the devil's hands.

I became a priest
to serve the Lord!

And me? I became
a cardinal to serve whom?

Huh?
- Go on, answer.

I don't know.
- There. You see?

I see. But what if
we're serving him wrong?

We are men. Man remains a man
with all his scruples, doubts,

and sometimes even with disbelief,
but that doesn't matter,

we are always on the right side.

Even when we're wrong?
- Especially, when we are wrong.

It's easy to be on the right side
when you're right.

Is that a dogma, Eminence?
- No, Brother.

It is the tragedy
of he who is in power.

That's why we let
justice run its course.

And the soul?
- You have done everything possible.

Eminence,
give me a little more time.

And who will guarantee public order?
- Me!

I will guarantee public order!

A few hours, Eminence.
- No.

I'll relieve you of your charge.
- No!

Go back to your monastery.
- No!

Obey.
- No!

Eminence, no!

Eminence, don't dismiss me!

Go away!

Go away!

Make way for the army!
Go back to your homes!

There will be no mercy here!
- Make way! Make way!

Go away! Get back!

Did you see who it was?
"The army is with us."

Leo! Leo!

Leo! Leonida!

Don't cry. Who dies for freedom,
dies for everyone.

I die for you too.
- What do I care about freedom?

I want to be a slave to a man.
If he's a slave too, I don't care.

As long as he's alive.

Who loves, runs close by.
Don't be sad.

No, that's enough! Stop!

Sooner or later, we'll meet again.
- Where?

Up above.
- You're a believer?

No.
- Why then?

Did you say that to comfort me?

When can I be consoled?

Be brave.

Wait! Get out of the way!

Sons! My children!

It's over,
there's no more salvation.

It's over,
there's no more hope!

Repent!

If not for yourselves,
do it for me.

What would it cost you?
- Don't do that. Stand up.

It's undignified.

That friar again.

Really?

Then I'll still absolve you!

Stop him.

I'll square it later
with God Almighty.

What?

Eminence! For heaven's sake!

No?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Greetings and brotherhood.

An idiot!

What's so funny?

I was thinking of something funny.
- Lucky you. What?

Dear Master Titta, after the French
Revolution and Napoleon's Empire,

what did the rulers who gathered
in Vienna do? They said,

"Boys, from the Bastille
to today, nothing happened.

The time of Louis XVI
has returned."

And they put back on their wigs.

Thus, they annulled everything:
science, discoveries, inventions,

everything except for one thing.
- What?

The guillotine.

That's right, it's an invention
of yours, of revolutionaries.

The only thing today
that doesn't stink of the ancient,

of the decrepit, is the guillotine.

You are the most
modern man in Rome.

Master Ti',
the future belongs to you.

Good night, people.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE CARBONARI
ANGELO TARGHINI AND LEONIDA MONTANARI

WHO WERE CONDEMNED TO DEATH
BY ORDER OF THE POPE

WITHOUT PROOF AND
DEFENSE IN THIS PIAZZA,

CALMLY AND BRAVELY,
ON NOVEMBER 23, 1825

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