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Sardinia: 24,084 square kms, 967,000 inhabitants,

4,350,000 sheep, 8,200 fly-weight fighters,

36,250 carabinieri…

On October 7th, 1954, Sardinia obtained regional autonomy,

a fitting constitutional measure, long called for but absolutely needless.

Because the Sardinian people have always been autonomous in every way

since the world began. Perhaps even too much so.

The much celebrated Wild West of one hundred years ago,

seems in comparison with the Sardinia of yesterday and today,

just a mildly restless place.

This film, among other things, aims to remedy this historic injustice.

Can you light my cigarette? - Here.

Who was it?

Did you see?

Of course!

Go call the sheriff… I mean the Marshall. - Yes, Sir.

A MATTER OF HONOR

Here lies Salvatore Sanna barbarously killed by Callisto Porcu. June 12, 1877.

Here rests Callisto Porcu vilely slain by Egidio Sanna. June 13, 1877.

Here lie in eternal rest the Brothers Antonio, Egisto and Gastone Sanna

who fell under the murderous bullets of Sante Porcu, November, 22 1883.

Costantino Medas!

Show yourself!

Don't shoot!

I am your lawyer!

I need you to sign a document!

Costantino Medas!

F. SANNA SALTWORKS

Is there anybody up for it? - Yes, me.

Come on, your break is over! Get a move on!

Efisio Mulas, 2750. Day laborer.

Can I get two days' advance? It's urgent.

Move along. Nothing doing. Move along.

Whore!

Whore!

Yes?

Beautiful! How beautiful you are!

Beautiful…

but not for you.

2,750 lire!

5,000! - Why? For the others, it's 300 lire!

And it's 5,000 for you. I can't risk it for less.

Clear off! Beat it, the train's coming!

Beat it! You'll scare away my clients! - You're taking advantage of a poor man!

Go away! - And of my situation. 5,000 lire!

Where am I going to find the other 2,500?

Wherever you like. And if you can't, better for the both of us.

You know what I say? Go find someone else!

Right. If there were someone else, I wouldn't come to you.

You bloody cripple! Giddy up! Giddy up!

Anybody getting off tonight? - Me!

Thanks!

Look who's here? Vaccaro! - Yeah, I saw you… - Welcome!

Calamia, get the new marshal's suitcase! We'll bring him to the village!

So, I'll give you the instructions right away.

Right off the bat, you'll get them nice and fresh.

Come on, move it!

Daddy, it's Efisio. - Give me that!

Don Leandro! Don Leandro Sanna! Good evening! Evening! - Evening.

All's well at the mine. All loaded. Anything else for me, Don Leandro?

Any work, Don Leandro? Think it over. It's urgent.

Get out of the way. - Yes, sorry. Go ahead.

Well? - It just came out. Leandro, I won't do it again.

Where's Egidio? - He's in there.

May I? Can I talk to you? - No, listen to me first.

If you see them, deliver a message to the Sanna Brothers.

Tell them that when my brother Santino in '59 killed Luca Sanna…

for us Porcu, the body count was settled.

We're even.

They think not. They're entitled to it.

They spit on our club and we spit on their house.

And the number of spits is also equal.

But if it's true that Don Leandro Sanna

is insinuating that my brother Alvaro took refuge in Supramonte

not to flee the law for a crime of fraud but out of fear of him,

then tell him this: that I am always here.

I'm at the piazza, ready to restart the game. - Yes, Sir, I'll tell him.

Always at his disposal. - Yes, Sir.

If I kill your pig, what would you give me? - A stab! Why kill him?

Not now. I meant I'll kill it this winter when it's fat. How much?

Same as usual: 1,200 plus the blood.

Then I can tear my cinema tickets: 200 lire on Saturday, 300 on Sunday.

Then if anybody dies, my mother can be called to wail. I think that'll do.

For what? - As insurance. Will you give me an advance?

This soup has no salt.

Are we sure that whore won't drop her price for anything?

She won't.

Not even through some easy terms? I don't know, monthly installments…

Or maybe half in money and half in sausages, cheese, wool?

You know what I'll do? I'll make her a sweater.

She wants it all in cash and upfront.

You want me to talk to her? - And what could you say?

Who knows? Face to face with a mother…

But you'd embarrass me if you did. Ah, forget about it.

And it's not like it'll kill you. It's just a question of principle.

You just need not to think about it. - Efisio!

We've brought you a challenge! - Come out!

Give this one a try, Efisio!

This guy is famous in his village for getting hazelnuts by headbutting trees!

Come on, Efisio, come down! - What are you waiting for?

Ma'am, get the headache pills ready.

OK but are you willing to bet?

Yes! Of course! How much?

2,250. - No, son! And if you lose?

Oh, Mama! It's go hard or go home.

Whore!

Whore!

Wake up! Get ready!

I got it! I have the amount: 5,000!

If I can't touch it, I don't believe it! - Here it is!

If I can't touch it, I'm not paying! - Who's there?

I knew it! - No! Salvatore!

No, have mercy, 'Tore! - Go away!

Gavino!

Won't you even leave me her?

Go away! It's not my fault! - Antonio! You'll even deny me a whore?

She doesn't count! What must I do? Always think about your sister?

You think of her. If she tries it again, we'll break her good leg.

But he did it! - What?

What do you want from me? I haven't had a woman for 3 years!

I can't take it anymore! I'm getting nose bleeds!

I have it all here, see? No, 'Tore, stop!

No, stop! Stop!

No, you're hurting me! Stop!

That's enough for now!

Have you got the photo?

The photo! - Yes.

Yes, I got it here.

Where is it?

Here. - Good. Keep it on you by day and on your table at night.

Get this in your head: Our sister is the only woman we'll allow you.

In 2 years, 3 months she gets out of jail!

2 weeks for the city hall registration and then you get married.

Ah, right.

I will never marry your sister! Never!

Can't you understand that I did nothing?

Nasty, bloody skinny, rickety, bald, scarred,

consumptive, filthy, smelling like a goat!

They should have condemned her to life imprisonment!

Life imprisonment for that assassin!

Damn it! You'll be the death of me!

I can't take it anymore!

Leave me alone!

Take that!

Stop with that drum and talk! Read it!

What's that? A dialect? - Dialect? A mixed language, Marshall.

How is this possible? Drunk since 7 am! - Since last night.

He began Saturday until Monday. - The reply from Nuoro, Marshall.

Do something! Make him vomit! - I already have, Marshall.

Stop! Keep quiet! You understand?

No reinforcements! Not one man! - I told you so.

But they must realize! Get me HQ. Right away. - Yes, Sir.

The president of the Republic… - Repub-pub-pub…

Is the list done? How many are there? - 7 in all.

Plus the fugitives, Marshall. That makes 12.

So many? - Well…

It's enough for them to hear, "The marshal wants you for a moment".

They need nothing else.

They get their guns, say goodbye to the wives and hide out in Supramonte.

The hunchback's passed out. Shall I get another town crier?

Get him out of the way. Move him into the holding cell!

But we need a charge, a motive. - Drunk and disorderly.

He bothers me! - That's more than enough.

Cagliari on the line, Marshal! - You 3 inspect the guns!

The others to the equipment! Hurry!

But I was on the night shift! - This is an emergency!

What happened? Has war broke out? - No, amnesty broke out!

To celebrate with this act of mercy

the anniversary of the fatherland's liberation from tyranny!

Those who have three years remaining in prison,

or for a lesser time,

will be released immediately! Therefore, on Thursday

or Friday at the latest, they will be returning home!

You are hereby notified! It's official news!

And there's nothing that can be done about it!

Goddamn the mother of that son of a bitch who decided to let them go!

She had two and a half years to go.

What are you doing?

I'm smoking. - Go on! - The penalties?

Huh? - The fines!

They don't have to be paid. I think up to 500,000 lire.

What do you mean "you think"? - I've a lot on my mind!

They're setting my crazy lover free, got it?

What will I do? What will I do, evil world?

Countrymen! The President of Italy and…

We took it yesterday but… - But tonight we should be careful.

She's from Forlí.

A mare that can give you a heart attack!

He had this beautiful idea…

Perfect. Now let's take the maximum.

All those fugitives in Supramonte condemned up to three years

can return to their villages without fear!

They're free! Nothing'll be done to them! - What's happening?

Countrymen! To celebrate this… - 180!

The new Piedmontese Marshal has decreed that:

the sale of alcohol is prohibited!

Public places must close at 6 tonight!

It is forbidden to go around armed!

Gatherings of more than three people is prohibited!

Not four! Three!

At night, at the command, "Halt! Who goes there?"

you must respond with first and last name,

paternity, maternity, place of birth!

Caputo! But who are they?

Nothing, the lawyers' bus. They come from Nuoro on Thursdays and Fridays.

And today they also came on their day off.

Oh, Mrs Annunziata, I have 4 witnesses.

I promised you amnesty for Francesco. I've kept my word. Are you pleased?

Hey, Medas!

Try to understand, your son must serve another 18 years

minus 3 from the amnesty. He'll get out in 15. Got it?

I'd prefer he came home now.

During these 3 years, so he can enjoy himself.

He's still young. And then he can go serve the other 15.

Look… - Excuse me. Excuse me!

Colleagues! Colleagues!

Dear colleagues, this is important: I must stop my client, Costantino Medas.

He has no common sense. If he hears "pardon",

he'll come down from Supramonte and end up in Porto Longone.

Dear councilor, we too have our clients with whom we must talk to.

We got to the horses first.

What? Right before our eyes?

Well, officially they're going for a ride. In fact, if you follow them,

they'll turn around for half an hour and come back here.

Councilor! I got a donkey but he's stronger than a horse.

Ah, bravo, and… how much? - No, it's not about money.

I need some legal advice.

OK, what do you want to know?

Better not here. Outside the village, - Where?

At the rocks, in 5 minutes.

Look, there's nothing we can do. Take it from a veteran.

The only thing to do is nip the evil in the bud.

And who would these buds be?

There they are. But only up to 6 years old.

Because at 6 they stop being children and become Sardinians.

See, I always keep my pockets full of gumdrops,

American gum, jujubes, marbles, trading cards.

I try to teach them a little something: that the law exists, I read the laws.

For example, boys here start out playing Porcu and Sanna.

Then, cops and robbers. I know it's not much but…

Nannuzzo, come here!

He's the son of Constantino Cau, one of those amnestied.

Here. Are you happy daddy's coming back tomorrow?

Yes, that way he can cut the throats of Uncle Tore Puddu's sheep.

Damn him to hell!

Well, I'll get back to the jeep, Marshal.

7 stitches! Just look at this thing!

15 days in the hospital, plus complications.

I was there quietly at the bar, having a coffee,

when she rushed in like a fury and hit me with a billhook here!

One blow, you see? I even dropped my coffee all over my pants.

And do you know what she maintained in court?

She acted out of honor because I would've deflowered her!

An argument completely absurd.

Well…

No, I mean her purity, proven by the trial,

is irrefutable proof of your innocence.

Then she was found guilty and not you. There you go.

Excuse me, Councilor. I'm just curious:

Just look at her, so you can see. Be honest,

would you deflower that?

No.

You've no obligations regarding her, so what do you want from me?

What do I want? Domenicangela has 4 brothers.

They maintain that I would've compromised her.

Is that what they say? - Tell me, Sir, what would you advise?

Yes, what can I advise?

At this point, I can't give you anymore advice.

Because this donkey is uncomfortable, stinks, not fit to be rented. A rip off!

But since we are forced to stop for a bit… Ah, alright.

Take this. - By all means.

Therefore, according to facts and rights, your case is very simple.

You have nothing really to fear. - No?

No, nobody in the world can force you to marry her against your will.

And if anybody dares, he'll be arrested, found guilty,

for material and moral violence and will have to pay damages.

Article 127 of the Penal Code and 382 of the Civil Code.

Excuse me, Councilor… - Let me finish!

Yes. So sorry. - No, let me finish my argument.

Therefore, what I said just now,

only applies to Italy.

Now let's move to Sardinia,

where you refuse to marry Domenicangela Piras.

Ah, yes, I refuse it anywhere. - That's it. But with this difference:

As an Italian, you have an open and shut case.

Here in Sardinia, you have an open and shut coffin.

I'll prove it you in 4 points.

For the Piras brothers to be locked up, you must denounce them. Will you?

The Piras Brothers? Not on your life!

That's one. Then they remain at liberty.

But…

You'd be free to do justice yourself and you'd be within your rights

according to the Barbagian code. Kill them.

Then disappear. Go into Supramonte. - Yeah, Supramonte. Where her father is!

A fugitive, a man of honor. 2 life sentences, 4 homicides

and a 5 million reward. Yeah, right… - And three.

Just one thing left.

Emigrate to America. Do you have 250,000 lire…

for the voyage and more or less…?

Councilor, what are you saying?

You don't need a lawyer. You need a priest.

To marry you or give you last rites.

Sergeant, this is it! There's a dead man!

Ah, yes… That's Corradina, a thrombosis.

Sometimes, they die by natural causes.

Go to sleep, Marshall.

And let's allow these amnesties to get here, no?

Yes, but look I'm going to put a carabiniere on each of these bastards!

Keep an eye on all of them, even in the toilet!

My condolences. My condolences. My condolences. My condolences.

Ah, what suffering!

Where's my mother? - I don't know.

Where's my mother? - She felt a bit sick. She's in there.

Drink a cup of vernaccia. - I can't! My throat's closed.

Ah, this suffering! It never ends! Woe!

Mama, where are you?

Mama, what's wrong? - Nothing, just nonsense.

My head got dizzy, it passed. - Thank heavens.

Mama, I've come to say goodbye. I'm leaving.

Leaving? How? - By train.

So desperately, without a penny? - I'm going to enlist.

A soldier again? With the mule-drivers?

No, in the navy.

I saw the poster in Via Roma. The one with the sailor with a whistle.

Five years on board.

In 5 years,

she'll have forgotten me,

gotten married or died…

Well, give me your blessing. - No, don't go, my boy! I'm afraid!

Then you really are ill? - Yes, yes…

Where? - Here, in my head.

It aches? - No. An imbalance.

Here. You see? Here.

I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore.

It took hold of me when I started to wail.

At first, everything was fine:

I cried, wailed… real tears!

And then, all of a sudden…

it took hold of me!

What?

I burst out laughing!

But real hard, my son! Hard!

The dead especially make me laugh.

Forgive me, Madonna!

Then I can leave without worry. It's just nerves, not illness.

Just don't think about it and it'll pass.

Halt! Who goes there?

Efisio Mulas, father was Benedetto, Via Grande 7020.

Where are you going? - Leaving by train. For family reasons.

Are you alone? - Yes.

Then you can come with us.

When Domenicangela gets off, go meet her and you'll say…

- publicly… - officially… - In a clear and loud voice,

"Welcome back, my betrothed!" And give her a kiss.

On the forehead! - Hey, she's arriving!

The dangerous ones who have scores to settle, are they marked?

Yes, with a cross and I crossed out those

who'll come down from Supramonte and have nothing to do with these.

I see. It's clear.

Do it.

Be on the ready. - No, there's no immediate danger.

The only ones who worry me…

are the Zuddas cousins who have a problem with each other.

Marcoli! De Feo!

Your orders?

Those two denounced each other, keep them separate because…

Ah, forget it.

They've sorted it out on board. Here's the first.

Marshal! I've locked the assailant in the kitchen!

And there's the second. Thank you! Go get him. - Yes, Sir.

Two men less.

Costantino Cau.

Follow him! - Yes, Sir.

Elpidio Solinas.

Follow him! - Yes, Sir.

Antonio Burruni.

Let's see if he found out about the IOUs.

He found out.

Zarai! - Yes, Sir?

Only the billhook attacker is missing: Domenicangela Piras.

Hey! Antonio! Camillo! Enrico! Salvatore!

Can that be her? - Who'd have recognised her?

Domenicangela!

Hot damn! - Why is that?

You remember what she used to be like? - A toad. Now she's smoking.

Prison did her good!

Welcome back, my betrothed!

Home!

What? We've been holding him for you for 3 years.

He's ready to his duty. - Marry you. - Make amends.

No duty, no amends.

I don't want him like that. He has to beg me on his knees.

Now, I'll be giving orders!

But what's going on in this village? Hey, I'm talking to you!

You see what happens when you leave home without a shotgun?

At this hour, if you had brought it, you had already washed out the offense.

Instead you hafta go home, get it, and lie in wait.

and who knows when you'll be avenged!

Better have him followed.

Hey, you! Don't play the wiseguy! Yeah, you! Go on!

Yes, Sir.

Halt! Who goes there!

Camillo Mendes, La Pietra district, On my way home.

Pass. Halt! Who goes there!

Giovanni Torre and Andreana Torre. - Where are you going?

Nearby! Invited to dinner. - Buon appetito!

Halt! Who goes there? - Corporal Giovanni Masteghin.

This is the third time you've stopped me!

Halt! Who goes there!

I'm that bitch of your mother and that cuckold of your grandpa!

Don't bust my balls, jerks!

Who's there?

Who's there?

Well, who are you?

If you ask me again with that tone,

I'll answer you as I did the carabiniere.

Don't you recognise me?

I'm Agostino Sanna.

Your uncle.

Returning to take back his place in the family.

Uncle Agostino, the lifer? - That's right.

Pardoned for 37 consecutive years,

for good, rather excellent conduct

and for a severe form of faked arteriosclerosis, well simulated.

Hurry up, make room for your uncle.

I said I would take back my place in the family.

And at the table, is the head of the table.

Well then…

Then make room for me!

You would be my nephew Leandro Sanna?

52 years old? - Yes.

And who's that pug face over there?

My brother Enrico.

Enrique Sanna: boxing champion.

And the chaplain? - My other brother, Giovanni.

But he's not a priest yet. He studies in the Olbia Seminary. He's on leave.

I see.

I bring you greetings from Ignazio, Onorato and Saverio Sanna.

They're all well. Yes, and all they do is ask,

"When will our cousin come?"

They're right. I always say I gotta visit them but then…

Visit them? What visit?

They're definitely waiting for you to be in prison in stripes. - Me?

Because maybe you…

Maybe you've ceded your privilege to kill your Porcu?

You've renounced it in favor of one of your younger brothers?

No, even if I wanted to, how could I? One of them has a religious vocation.

Go now. It's better you leave, this is not fit conversation for you!

And me? I can't even spit. He doesn't want me too.

You're not just a Sanna now. Oh, no.

You're the pride of the village. You'll honor us in every ring in the world.

As for Alvaro Porcu, leave it…

Leave it to me. - Bravo! - If he comes down from Supramonte.

Because if you want my opinion, he fled to the mountain out of fear of me.

And because of this fear, he won't come down. Yes.

So then, because of this coward,

after 150 years, we have suspended the feud?

Ah, no, eh?

That means we'll give them a deadline and we’ll settle for a younger brother!

No, a firstborn can only be paid with a firstborn.

Ah, right! That means we'll burn his house,

his cork factory and poison his lobster bay!

Halt! Who goes there? - Egidio Porcu and his brother Alvaro.

Leandro Sanna!

Leandro Sanna! Are you home? - You're being called.

Me? - Move along!

One moment, Corporal! We only want to say hello.

You see? They're friends. I'll go see.

He won't deign to show himself.

Here I am.

My brother told me you were worried about me.

As you see, I'm back.

At your disposal!

I'll keep that in mind.

I'm done, Corporal.

We won't bother you anymore.

Good day.

Can it be possible that she doesn't understand me?

I mean, I'd like to know if I'm free.

If I can do as I like, eh?

Can I return the photo?

Talk with other young ladies?

Without fear of being beheaded?

No? They're going to behead me?

No, because the way your sister treats me, one would think that…

But I'm wrong, eh? Well!

I was wrong. It was just an impression.

You're more determined than ever.

Fine, what can you do? I'll marry her.

One against four! What can I do?

Come!

Efisio!

Coming!

Efisio Mulas, we have weighed conscientiously

the codes of honor and justice and this what we have decided:

Before God, we set you free from any obligation towards us.

How's that? She still has it!

You want the village to keep badmouthing her?

The billhook that she gave you is sufficient reparation.

What billhook? Barely a scratch! It's nothing!

It's sufficient. - And for the three years I lost? Who will repay me?

That's right. - We'll make amends.

Here. - Is this all?

Turn off that radio! - Sorry.

Always happy music!

Hey, Masteghin, how are you? - Don't ask. And you?

Not bad at all but he's disappointed in love and he walks and walks!

Mine always travels on horseback and I can't keep up!

What do you want from me?

Can't you see I'm always followed by a carabiniere? There he is. He's here.

So what? What can he do? At most, he'll arrest you.

Because when I killed my second Porcu,

on October 28th 1932,

weren't the whole station of carabinieri in the piazza with feathers on their head?

Apart from that, I've my doubts, Uncle. - Me too!

I've gone over the death toll and I don't think it's our turn for revenge.

We're one up on the Porcus. - But the two Porcus that remain

are barely enough to be even with. You don't fool me, you know?

I want to be certain. I'm a man of honor not a murderer.

You wanted me to buy the sheep, so take care of them.

I know what I hafta to do and when I hafta to do it. Come on, Enrico.

Fine, I get it. We're not even going to kill him for Christmas.

Behave, old man. Calm yourself. - I'll say what I want. Damn you!

Calm down, my son!

I don't care about amends! - Don't think anymore about her!

She's more rickety and uglier than ever!

Hey, where are you going? - Stop him! He's mad!

Are you mad? - I know it!

Look out, I have orders to shoot! - Go on!

I don't need those 4 kilos of the wedding cookies anymore.

I'm canceling the order. I'm free.

Who doesn't want me, doesn't deserve me.

We heard. Giovanna, give him back the 300 lire deposit.

But how many flies there are! - Many.

Why not use a little DDT? - We can't.

It gives the cookies a bad taste.

It's better to have some flies in here. - Thanks.

But you should do something.

What can we do, Efisio?

We're 5 poor women, without a man.

What a great idea! - Really smart.

Just look! But how did you think of it?

Just like that.

They're tough to find. They don't make them anymore.

They promised me 8 more. I'll bring them on Saturday.

If you come on Saturday, it'll be the 3rd time you're seen here, you know?

Do you understand?

Yes.

So, when are you leaving?

Right away. I'll hang this up and then go.

And if by some chance you forget your cap here?

I won't forget it.

But if you did, who should run after you in the street? Anna, Franca or Lucia?

Send Giovannella.

Try it. Does it need more sugar?

Can I help you?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

May I come in?

Excuse me, eh?

But as I find myself off duty,

may I get 3 grams of cookies?

To try them and see if they are equal to ours in Novara.

And seeing that I'm here, I could…

finish hanging up the fly paper.

But where are you taking me? What do you want with me?

You can't keep slapping me without telling me why.

You'll turn me stupid. - I'm the one who's stupid.

You're stupid? Why?

Because if you change on the outside, you should also change on the inside.

But you're not making yourself clear this time, you know?

You must explain better. I don't understand.

What can you understand who can't even understand when hit by a billhook?

Hey!

Efisio! - Come here!

Hurry up! Our father expects you before nightfall!

They forced my consent, my son!

Come, brother-in-law, so we can give you a warm welcome!

And you idiots didn't notice anything?

Of this charade?

We spent more than 80,000 lire to defend her at the trial.

And none of it was true. All lies.

A trick to force him to marry her! - Yes, Sir.

Silence!

And do you love him? - Yes, Daddy.

This one here? And why?

You don't know what a head he has.

You see this table? He can break it with one blow!

Don Liberato, the syringe is boiling.

Where's the cortisone?

Or did you forget it like in the whodunits?

No, it's here, Daddy. Here it is. - And with B12?

Ah, right.

What's your trade?

Anything that comes along. - Comes along? That's no trade.

Females mustn't look!

Do you have family assets, possess land, livestock?

No, Sir. One donkey!

The house: lovely, spacious…

The house is mine, in my name. You just ask.

Let's talk about the dowry. What will your daughter bring? - Mama!

She'll bring nothing.

The daughter of a fugitive has no dowry obligations.

But because of that and how much a family costs,

how are you, young man, with sheep?

Well, I told you: I have none.

I don't mean your own.

I mean those of others.

Are you a capable man?

Well, yes. I think so.

But I need… I need to think so too.

Among ourselves, anybody can work in any trade…

but if you can't steal sheep, you're not a real man.

In times of need, how will you keep your wife and children?

And the father-in-law! Watch out, Efisio, he's full of demands:

Cigarettes, wines, medicines. He's a leech!

Yes, Ma'am, a father-in-law in Supramonte with a 5 million bounty,

gives prestige, respect and authority.

But it's a luxury that pays. And if he wants my consent,

he must show me that's he's a capable man.

He will show you, Daddy. - No, my son, let's go back.

He's incapable, clumsy and a coward! - Stop it, Mama.

OK, how many must I steal? - For now, the number doesn't matter.

What matters who will you steal for?

The more respectable the man, the more balls he has

and you'll have to show you have them too.

I'll get them.

Uncle!

Where are the cartridges? Aren't there any left in this house?

Old fool! Maniac! - I knew you'd be angry. I told him so.

I said, "If you kill a Porcu, you'll be in trouble with Leandro."

"You'll see how mad he'll get!" But he laughed in my face.

Where's he gone? To Egidio or Alvaro? - I don't know. - What's going on?

Nothing. Men stuff. Go back to bed. And be quiet!

I'll run to Alvaro's house. You to Egidio's.

Not the door, there's the carabiniere. The backway, the orchard.

Go to bed! Go! Turn off the lights! Get to sleep!

Alvaro Porcu! Alvaro Porcu!

Send for the priest! Alvaro Porcu!

Come out, scum!

There's a Sanna outside!

A true Sanna!

Uncle! Uncle!

Where are you, Uncle? - I'm here.

What are you doing on the ground? - Laughing!

You're hurt.

Look at this:

two rounds of buckshot.

You've no choice but to avenge me now.

You needed a Sanna?

Here's one, in front of the Porcu house.

I'll steal three. I'll steal four.

I'll steal five.

Best get six sheep.

Be good, doggie! It's me!

The carabinieri will avenge you. Some sheep thief must've killed you.

There. Shut up, you! Clear off!

What's that?

Come here!

Be quiet! If there's a real thief, it'll save me the trouble of stealing.

Here! Eat this bone!

Go on! Come here!

Look who it is: son of a bitch!

Come on!

Leave off. Let him do it!

Be still!

Come here!

Get away… Get away!

Go away!

But how we can give up with a clue like this in our hands?

Let the statistics speak, Marshal.

75% of Sardinians wear velvet of that color.

Of those 75%, 45% steal sheep.

And of those 45%, 100% shoot if you catch them in the act.

Then, rest in peace. - Amen.

Efisio Mulas, do you take in marriage Domenicangela Piras?

Yes.

Domenicangela Piras, do you take in marriage Efisio Mulas?

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks. Thank you.

Thank you.

Bye, everyone!

Come, come.

I'll start with mine, you throw yours!

I'll throw this colander so it will bring me luck!

These plates are broken! Can anybody use them?

I'm finished.

Take these as well!

My darling…

73,250 lire we've collected.

Should I look after it or you? - You keep it.

In the name of the law, open up! - Who's there? - Open up!

Efisio Mulas!

You're under arrest for the murder of Agostino Sanna! Stop!

Stop, come here! Sergeant!

Careful, Marshal, you'll break your leg!

Sound the alarm! He's escaping!

After him! Where did he go? - This way! - No, over here!

Where are you going? - They're after me! - Come inside!

Thank you, Don Leandro.

Don Leandro! I'm under arrest!

For murder! But I didn't kill your uncle!

I swear it! I just stole some sheep.

Don't swear it. You killed my Uncle Agostino.

Yes, while stealing sheep. A thing between men.

Uncle, may God rest his soul, would've been the first to appreciate it.

He wouldn't have wanted you to end up arrested.

But I… - Drink.

Move, Enrico, prepare food, water and clothes.

Then come back with the truck.

I have friends, call them businessmen,

who travel from the island to the mainland.

Me? On the mainland? - You must disappear.

But I can escape to Supramonte like they all do. I…

I got married today. This way, I'll be near my wife.

So you'll visit her secretly at night? A great way to get caught! Fool!

That's just what they'll expect. - But I'm innocent.

Even if they catch me, they can't condemn me. It wasn't me!

Maybe they'll believe me.

I've never carried a gun in my life. I've no record. They must believe me!

In fact, I was wrong to run. I'll go turn myself in. - Hey, wait!

Sit down.

They have undeniable evidence.

And a marshal of the carabinieri broke his leg because of you.

Behave!

A relaxing break for at least 5 hours.

9 and 5 are 14 hours. That would be around 2pm.

But not after eating. It could be very dangerous.

Tonight.

Say, you're experienced in these things,

me, as a man,

as a robust man, how long can I last?

A very long time… - Be precise. 5 years? 10?

Even longer. With care, even longer. - I can do it.

Ah, I feel that I can do it.

He made me spend 300,000 lire on his seminary!

And what did Egidio Porcu say?

He kneeled in front of the church and swore that you would pay. - Me?

He made the sign with his brother's blood.

Get me Milan. Milanese Boxing, it's urgent!

Yes, Sir, leave it to me.

You go and get dressed.

Where are you going? To help her?

No, I was distracted. - Go home and pack your bags.

We're off to Milan. See you at the port of Olbia.

With all that happened, we're escaping to Milan? - Yes.

No! What "escaping", twit? We've urgent business that can't wait.

What? - Santini of Grosseto.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…

I've tracked him down, Don Leandro. I know where he works.

Thank you.

Ah, Efisio!

Don Leandro! - Hi. Ignazio Medas told me where to find you.

Has anything happened at my house? - Oh, no. How are you?

How am I? Far from my wife, from my village, I feel naked.

At least you're set up.

The job and the cap are Ignacio's. I fill in and he gives me food and lodging.

Can you stop for a moment?

No, I gotta go to somewhere called Bovisa. - And after?

Then I gotta go to a place named Piazzale Lotto. - And then?

Then I have to go back to Bovisa.

OK, we can walk and talk.

It's 8,745 steps.

Oh, well.

But who?

Who brought the body into the sheep's pen?

The Porcus. To make believe it wasn't them.

The pigs!

They've dragged me into the middle of this.

But now you'll tell the truth at the trial? I want to go home.

I want to return to my wife, to see her.

We haven't even consummated our marriage.

Trial? Since when does someone in our town denounce another?

Not even their worst enemy.

I have right of way. So then? - Then as I was just saying:

if Egidio dies too, there'll be no more Porcus in the world.

Only 2 widows and 8 children.

Therefore there'll be no more matters of honor.

I could say how things are, give evidence and get you acquitted at trial.

Yes, but when will he die? He's the picture of health.

It doesn't just depend on him.

Of course, it depends on you. You must avenge your uncle.

No, my brother avenged him killing Alvaro. Now it's the Porcu's turn.

I can do nothing. My hands are tied. I can only defend myself not attack.

Rules of the blood feud.

So?

If you want to return home free, there's only one solution:

Egidio must be killed by you.

Me?

No! No! No!

But there's no risk. They know you've fled who knows where.

Who would think of you? You got nothing against Egidio.

Not even the slightest motive exists.

Right, he's done me no wrong. Why should I kill him?

You have no sense of justice.

Think: They've condemned you for life for a crime you didn't commit.

Fine, commit one and I'll get you free. Two miscarriages of justice.

At least, you'll have the right to choose what suits you best.

But what do you want? In 5 days, it'll be all over. I'll see to it.

It'll be child's play. - Don Leandro, let's not talk about it.

Oh, I don't care, let's talk about something else.

Let's talk about your family. - How are they?

Healthwise, not bad but…

but nobody calls on your mother. Not even an egg passes into your house.

And your wife… - Does she work?

Well, she helps her brothers with the flocks sometimes but you know…

of course, she's still beautiful. But when everybody passes by,

they look at her. Especially Egidio Porcu.

I know the subject is closed but you know Egidio is a specialist…

in widows like yours.

No, I trust my wife. She's not like many of them.

How many days did you say it would take? - Why?

5? - Have you reconsidered?

Yes, Sir. - I'll tell you the plan.

Yes, Sir. - Good.

It's very easy. I've studied it up and down to the smallest detail.

Return to Sardinia secretly, just like you left…

My smuggler friends will land you on the coast.

Remain in the cave the whole night

to be ready at 3, under Saint Angelo, at the big bend.

I'll give you a sack and a gun. You'll dress like a Mamuthone.

Meanwhile, I'll go to Cagliari, to take care of some business.

I'll come back when it's over.

Be careful the gun doesn't get wet. Keep it well hidden and close.

Stay hidden there until 4 the next day.

You'll leave in costume.

And nonchalantly, go to your village.

You'll mix with the Mamuthone and you'll join in the parade.

Nobody will pay attention to you, if you act casually and confidently.

When you see that bastard Egidio Porcu start climbing the greased pole,

then the time will be ripe. They'll be looking at him.

Go right to the church. The best place is the well.

My grandpa Raffaele shot well there and even my cousin Corrado.

You'll shoot from there too.

You'll place yourself behind the well. Calmly,

take aim and fire.

And don't even think about visiting your wife!

Efisio! - Domenicangela!

My heart!

Come, come inside.

No, you go first. See what mama's doing.

She's in the garden. Don't you trust her? - I don't want her to know.

These bells! Get them off me! - Go on. In the bedroom.

Quietly.

Quietly.

How long can you stay? - Only for tonight.

Go. I'll join you.

I'm going to my brothers and stay overnight. Do you mind?

If I did mind, you'd go all the same.

But I don't mind. Go on. - Goodbye then.

Bye.

You had a good plan to get into the village.

Who gave you this?

Nobody.

I took it.

I took it from one at the crossroads. I stunned him and stripped him.

What insanity!

How are you?

You hafta ask?

I couldn't stand it anymore.

Efisio?

What are you doing there?

Looking at mama.

She's weeping.

Always, when the others wail.

Who died? - I don't know.

Thank goodness you have food. - Until the pork runs out.

But there's always pecorino at my brothers'. - What bad luck, we had!

A man may be a migrant and be far from his home and wife…

but he sends money.

But that's how I went crazy.

Forgive me! - It's not your fault. What's to forgive?

No, forgive me something else. - What have you done?

Something that seemed right to do: nothing.

Because a man must respect himself. You understand?

But when the pig runs out and there's only cheese left…

perhaps doing the right thing becomes a luxury.Think so?

Too much so, no?

I don't understand you.

But I do.

I think the best thing to do is to do what I did.

Although who knows now when I can return.

In 3 months, for San Costantino's holy day.

No? - Yes.

Meanwhile, you're here now.

There's a jeep at the church corner and another one in the road towards Nuoro.

OK. I'll go by the Crocetta.

Go! - Yes.

Go…

Yes.

You keep saying yes but… - But… because it's not fair.

Is is true that Egidio Porcu has been bothering you?

Who told you that? - When I found out about in Milan, I lost it.

Exaggerations. He just looks at me when he passes. Smiles, salutes me.

But how does he look at you? Smile at you? Salute you?

He probably comments inside with his friends. Brags in the bar!

Is that you, Domenicangela? - That is an offense to me.

Go!

Efisio…

Don't think black thoughts. Promise me.

What's done cannot be undone.

Domenicangela, come! - Coming!

How are you? Perhaps, you're ill?

No. Why?

Then it really tolled for Efisio.

I heard the Bell of San Pasquale

which brings bad luck, disaster and evil to families.

Extreme unction and funerals.

The entire night: ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding!

Until a little while ago.

It stopped and then restarted, stopped and restarted. Ding-ding!

No, it just seemed like it. - No, it was here! It was!

The carabinieri heard it too.

What carabinieri?

The ones going around the houses asking about Egidio Porcu's murder.

Has Egidio Porcu been killed? - Didn't you know? - When?

Yesterday, around 5.

Oh, my God! And…

and do they know who did it?

No. Everybody has an alibi.

But where were you that you know nothing?

Yes… maybe they told me but I was distracted. Go to sleep.

Therefore, in lieu of new evidence just appearing,

this court closes the case upon the death of the real culprits

and absolves, in absentia, the accused Mulas, Efisio

for not having committed the crime.

To the memory of Agostino Sanna

stolen from his family's love by the killing hand of an unknown.

To the memory of Agostino Sanna

stolen from his family's love by killing hand of Alvaro Porcu.

In my village, if one returns acquitted, he gets a sheep from every villager.

We are 3,200.

Well, even I get one from half of them.

Or half of a half.

Or half of a half of a half.

I'll be set for life, right? - There'll also be a band waiting?

Ah, right.

Good day, everyone!

Godfather Zuddas!

I'm innocent. They acquitted me.

Hey…

Have you seen my wife? My mother?

What do you want?

Mama!

What's the matter? - The disgrace, my son! The disgrace!

Domenicangela? - Yes…

Where is she?

Where is she?

I'm having a child in six months.

That's what this about!

So, what's the disgrace? Why's mama weeping?

I had concealed it but on Sunday I fainted.

They took me to the pharmacy.

The doctor treated me there, in front of everybody, so they all knew.

And then?

Now they're asking whose son it is, who is the father.

Why? Whose is it? Who's the father? - It's yours.

But I couldn't say that you were here that night in the village

and not hiding in Milan.

Why? I've been absolved. What can they do to me now?

Are you sure?

They would realize right away that you killed Egidio Porcu.

But I didn't kill Egidio Porcu!

Yes, I was supposed to and some people think I did.

But not you, Domenicangela! Do I look like a man capable of murder?

Even if he did look at you.

I was mistaken.

But then what are you waiting for? Go tell everyone.

That way we'll put an end to this situation that makes us look bad.

Yes, of course. I'll tell them.

But I must warn someone first.

I feel it's my duty before I speak.

Haven't they found Egidio's killer? - No, everyone has an alibi.

Why? What's on your mind?

Oh, nothing.

Don't you worry. It'll be all right.

Bravo, son, for not making a scene. You don't need words but deeds.

What? You're going out? - Yes!

They have given you 375 sheep.

A nice flock, no? At one point, they couldn't fit in the orchard.

Come. Come and see.

Look. Look what they left.

375,000 turds!

What lovely animals they were.

Mama, what are you showing me? Turds? Clean it up then.

What a pity, my son, they took them all back.

But remember, they give them to one absolved…

and take them from one dishonored.

They'll return them to one who does his duty.

Why do you keep showing me this shotgun?

It was your granddad's. A man of honor.

Mama!

What do you want?

Well, we're here on duty.

Hello.

Hello.

CORK FACTORY PORCU FAMILY

Give it to me. Move it!

Don Leandro!

Look who's here.

Welcome back. What are you doing here?

Pittaluga. - Who?

The carabiniere, he said you were here. - Ah, what did he want?

First of all, thank you for all that you've done for me.

It was nothing. You did your part and I did mine. We're even.

You see that boy?

Yes, Pasqualino Porcu. - How old would you say he is?

Umm… 12 years old? - He's 8.

You understand? 8. - Sorry.

No fault of yours. It's a case of early development.

If he goes on like this, at 14 he'll look like a grown man.

He already has a bit of a mustache. - And a sly, hostile look.

Well, let's go. Let's not worry about him now. There's time enough.

Don Leandro.

I didn't kill Egidio Porcu. - What? - I tricked you, Don Leandro.

Yes, I came to the village 3 months ago but only to see my wife.

Now, with your permission, I need to spread the word.

You did kill him!

No! - It was you. And do you know why?

Because I spent almost 1 million to get you absolved

and your life and your wife's aren't worth that!

You weren't here. Try to prove the contrary! - I got proof.

The Mamuthone clothes. - What? - And then the word of your smugglers.

Well done! You'll get life imprisonment!

You'll end up proving you killed Egidio. And I'll get involved too.

I got 7 lawyers. You understand? 7! Goodbye!

But what can I do?

Just kill her.

My wife? - Yes.

Look reality in the face.

You didn't kill Egidio Porcu but it looks like you did.

Your wife didn't betray you but it looks like she did.

What matters is not truth but appearances.

But I'll look like a cuckold! - True.

And that my child is a bastard!

Well…

exactly. Kill her.

I'll kill you! Giving birth to a bastard child!

You forced me to marry you with a bill-hook!

I'll end this marriage by stabbing you with a knife!

Whore! Because I'll kill you, got it?

I'll… I'll kill you!

I can't bear the thought! I can't!

Take that!

You filth! No, don't try to run away!

Here, take this! You whore!

Help! Help!

He's killing me! - You hussy!

Help! - I am a man of honor! I'll tear you to pieces!

He's killing me! -To pieces! I wanna see the blood flow!

Prostitute!

Forgive me, they made me say it.

It's just until they find Egidio Porcu's murderer.

Then I'll clear it all up. But now, there's nothing we can do.

Forgive me. And don't look at me like that, eh?

Whore! - Help! - I'll kill you! - Help!

It's not valuable. I'LL KILL YOU!

No, No! - Get out! Get out of this house!

I want to know your lover's name! The one you are hiding!

Get out! Get out of the house!

This will buy us some time. You got it all?

As soon as I can, I'll come and see you. Go now.

But you've hired 5 new workers today.

I can't do anything. I can't take you. It's useless to insist. Just go.

Anyone want to make a wager?

500 lire.

500 lire against a 1000.

Here we lock heads not horns.

Damn you.

At least give me one day. - There's no work.

Even for half pay. - There's no work!

I need it, I'm having a child. - Get his father to look after it!

What? Are you leaving?

What's the point? You're a good man.

I'm going to report I'm no longer needed. Best wishes, eh?

To you both.

But you never were a bother. - Thank you.

Efisio! Efisio!

Take her back!

Forgive me, my love.

What are you doing here? Get out!

What do you want? For us to kill her for you?

She's your wife. - Take her! - I don't want her!

They even removed the carabiniere. He's wasted on someone like you.

Let me go!

Let's go.

It's better this way. At least we'll be together.

Domenicangela… - No!

I know it won't be easy!

But it's better than life imprisonment, no?

I only know this: I'm not a whore and this is not a bastard!

And I'm not a cuckold! - Want to be in my shoes?

Now you want to debate if it's better to be a cuckold or a whore?

Domenicangela, what can I do?

I don't know but do something.

If I could discover who killed Egidio Porcu then…

Yes! If you only could.

But do you know how many bastards could be born in the meantime? 4!

Be still! It's for your own good, my son, to give you courage.

What are you doing? Go away!

Don't you see this?

Then help me!

Get rid of them, these cows!

Get away!

Go away! Get out of here! Stop it, damn you! Stop it!

Go away!

Domenicangela, I beg you!

No! Am I speaking Turkish? That must stay here in the warm cave.

The rest in the cool cave.

And this stuff? Where does it go? - Warm cave, cool cave.

Warm cave, cool cave!

You got it now?

Sorry but every year with these holiday relocations, they make a mess!

What were you saying? - I can't take it anymore.

Everyone's against me. Even your daughter.

Only you can help me now.

And who told you that I know who killed Egidio Porcu?

If you don't know it… You know everything.

But I can't turn a man in. Not even to save my daughter.

But Don Liberato, I swear I won't report him. All I need is the name.

What I can do…

is tell you who didn't kill him.

There are 11 who could've possibly killed him. I've made a note of it.

Here it is.

Not that one. Not that one.

Not that one. Not that one.

Not that one. No. No. No. No.

Not that one.

And not that one.

But then it's this one!

Ah, but I… I never said anything.

Hey!

Hey, hi.

You want to make your career? You want to? - Well, we hope so…

Then keep close to me. - Why?

I won't say a word. You just need to stay near me

and keep your ears peeled. Got it?

Nobody can overtake me!

I won!

That's what you get for messing with me! - One day, you'll know who I am!

Keep talking! You'll never beat me!

You're a damned coward!

I won! I won the race!

You'll pay! You'll remember me!

We have always won fairly! We don't want any more problems.

No problems! None! Let's forget about it.

Here, come on drink. Drink.

Here.

Cheers everyone. - Cheers.

And what do you want with me?

I wanted to drink to your health with all your friends.

I don't drink with people like you.

Why?

Why? Because I'm not used to drinking with those who drink affronts.

That's why I should drink with you.

Hey, what about me?

Get out! - Wait, come here!

You just don't drink wine, eh?

Let's talk about two years ago, the greased pole and Egidio Porcu.

Who stepped on your hands?

Who threw you down with kicks? Who stole your woman?

Who laughed in your face at the bar bragging about her?

And what did you do? Nothing. Just nothing.

You drank the affront. I can still avenge myself but you can't!

Because Egidio Porcu is dead now! What do you say?

But what do you want from me? What do you want?

I had to wait for 2 years. 2 years!

But now it's over. Over!

I arranged it when Egidio Porcu finally climbed the greased pole!

Who was it that gave him a shot to the head?

Who? Me? Nobody else sent him to the grave!

Who? Nobody but me! Nobody affronts me! Nobody!

No, come here! Come here a moment!

Say it again! Again! - Get off of me!

Should I tell you that just like that scumbag Egidio Porcu,

I'm capable of killing 100,000 more?

But what did he say? I don't understand a word.

No, come here, by God! Come here!

Fucking hell! What shit language are you speaking?

We still use Italian in Sardinia, no?

Speak Italian! Speak Italian!

I bring you what I promised!

Citizens!

Lend me your ears!

Let me make known to the citizenry,

that yours truly, Efisio Mulas…

has something to say!

And you're going to listen!

Come here!

Come here!

Come on!

Next to your husband!

What does it matter to you if I'm a cuckold?

What does it matter to you if my wife is a whore?

The president of the republic has granted an amnesty

to criminals, to thieves!

Why don't you grant amnesty to cuckolds?

To whores? To bastards? Eh?

What are you ashamed of? You know the truth.

I know the truth.

We know the truth! The reality!

But what counts is not the truth! Oh, no!

But appearances!

Well then?

Then come here!

And tell them that this is our business!

Tell them!

What is it to you, Tobia?

What is it to you, Tore?

What is it to you, Salinas? And to you? And to you? And to you?

What do you want from me? With those caps always on?

Take them off!

Raise those caps!

God save the King!

Save the Kingdom of Sardinia!

And glory to the banner,

grant for its King!

'Tore, he's drunk! Make him stop!

Greetings, Piedmontese marshal of the carabinieri of the republic!

Let us live as we like!

We like it like that!

No… no. Not like that! Not like that! - Shut up!

I don't want it like this! I'm not a whore! And I don't like it!

Shut up! - I don't want to live with someone like you!

I said shut up!

Halt, who goes there? First and last name, address, no alcohol allowed!

Stop!

First I have to ask the most important thing!

Why should I kill her?

Why do you want me to kill her?

I love her! She's my wife!

You understand, Tobia?

We must live together!

Why do you want me to kill her, Gioacchino?

Answer me!

Answer me!

Look out or I'll do it for real!

Then do it. Do it, since you're incapable of doing anything else.

Do it, you cuckold coward! - Who was it?

I need the name of this lover!

They want to know the name! Say it loudly! Everybody wants to know!

Say it! - Now, Libassi!

The name! - Efisio!

No! Efisio!

Be brave, Efisio.