All language subtitles for And the Ship Sails On (1983) Criterion (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)

AND THE SHIP SAILS ON

They tell me:
"Do the news, tell what happens!"

And who the hell knows what happens?

Whoever might have accidentally
wandered onto Pier Number 10

one July morning in 1914
would have seen that...

I am to hand over the ashes
of Edmea Tetua.

Mr. Partexano.

Permission to bring the ashes
of Edmea Tetua aboard.

Permission granted.

Six for the admiral.

0 voice
What fate has stolen you away?

It is time

To set out

Friends, let us set out

To challenge the immensity

Be it joy or pain

Be it peace or terror

A divine echo

Shall sustain us

Friends, let us set out

To challenge the unknown

Memory and prodigy

Shall travel by our side

Where are you?

Where are you?

Worlds and gods
Shall cry along with us

- Where are you?
- Where are you?

In the lapping of the waves

In the sigh of the fronds

In the sigh of the dawn

Your love resonates once more

Your voice

As open and joyful to all

As the springtime

Now alone

And imprisoned

In the silences devised by death

Let us follow on the waves

Of joys and losses

The most daring route

And the ship sails on

The ship sails on

- And now we go
- And now we go

The ship sails on

What are you doing, Monica?

It's very hot, Mommy!

Wait for it to cool.

Even if my husband agreed to it,
that doesn't mean anything.

My husband is a great artist, but -
Don't take this wrong, darling.

But he's simply a child
in business matters.

I wouldn't say so. However,
I'm here to defend your interests.

That's not true.

You didn't act on his behalf
in that contract!

And I'll tell you why.

First - advertising.
It's not to his advantage.

The soprano must be replaced.
She's more prominent than my husband.

Charity or not, I refuse to appear
before a bunch of stupid kids.

I'm Ricotin, a sophisticated comic!

Children are not my audience!

That's what you think, darling.

Your last reviews were disastrous.

But in France, the critic Gilbert -

You must comply
with the terms of your contract.

You're here to publicize my film.
Nothing more!

Well, the Hindus around Bombay claim,

though I don't know if it's true or not,
but they claim...

that if you look a tiger
straight in the eye,

she won't attack you.

Is that possible, Sir Reginald?

What?

I asked if it's easy to do.

No. Quite the contrary.

It may be the hardest thing on earth.

Especially if the tiger
looks back at you...

straight in the eye.

Where could all of these
beautiful people be going?

How is it that we
see them all together

aboard this fabulous -

Excuse me for interrupting,

but by standing in this spot
you impede the service of the waiters.

Would you mind going over
into that corner for example?

I see.

Thanks. That's very kind of you.

I'm truly grateful. Excuse me.

As I was saying, where could all of these
extraordinary figures be going?

They represent, as it were,
the highest values

in the fascinating world
of the stage and the arts.

Now, I'll tell you who they are.

The distinguished superintendent
of La Scala in Milan.

His illustrious colleague
of the Rome opera -

the one involved in the scandal
of the cats - I mean rats.

His second wife,
the former singer, Rumena.

And here with her back turned
is his first wife's daughter.

The eccentric character is his secretary,

known to be a medium
capable of remarkable visions.

And by the window,
the legendary conductor, Von Rupert.

The child prodigy -
slightly more child than prodigy -

holding on, as always,
to his terrible mother's skirts.

Out there is a seagull.

It beats its wings like a conductor
in the style of -

My work as a chronicler
is thus made quite difficult

due to the amount and accuracy
of the information I must provide.

Now, let's see. Oh, yes.

The famous tenor Aureliano Fuciletto.

That would be the bearded one
feeding the seagull.

Don't you want it?

- How witty.
- I'll eat it.

The two superintendents
of the Vienna opera, born in Warsaw.

Ah! A polite toast. Thank you.

The feared columnist, Brenda Hilton.

- Listen. They're talking about me.
- How are you, Ziloev?

He is the lowest basso profondo
in the world.

The mezzo-soprano Valegnani
and the ever-so-nice Ines Ruffo Saltini.

The choir masters, the brothers Rubetti.

And finally she who,
after the death of Tetua,

became the reigning queen
among the great voices of our time -

lldebranda Cuffari.

- Might I ask your name, sir?
- David Fizmaier.

And what do you do?

I'm a conductor.

An orchestra conductor?

Precisely.

Thank you. And the lady?

She's a famous dancer.

I see.

And what is her name?

Come now, this is Svetlana.
Everyone knows her.

Thank you.

It came in!

- I didn't know it could fly inside!
- It's obviously a domesticated seagull!

Go to the tool room.
Have them bring a ladder.

- Partexano! The net.
- What?

The net in my cabin.

This has never happened before.
You must forgive me.

This is a very silly incident.
I'm truly mortified.

I'm scared.

They'll catch it.
Without a doubt, they will.

Take it there and be careful.

By the way, who's going to climb it?

- Tonino.
- Be quick.

Captain, let us try.

They'll only frighten it more that way.

Here's the net.

Tonino, be careful of the chandeliers!

And the bird left freely

and set out in search of its birdcage.

Do I know you, sir?

Orlando. I had hoped to interview you,
Sir Reginald.

For such matters,
you must speak with my secretary.

Very well. Until later then.

Come on, handsome.
Go out through there.

Have they caught it?
Have they caught it?

Go out. Fly away.
Bye, beautiful!

Close the window!
Tomorrow I'll change my table.

Captain, the seagull has left,
sending its regards.

- It seems he didn't like the menu.
- He's the one who should change his table.

The feather fell on your neck!

Get it off.

- Please, get it off.
- Don't get excited, my dear.

- But, lldebranda, it brings luck.
- I don't see anything.

The bird wanted to pay its respects.

Here we are.

I don't want to see it.

- Maestro.
- One, two.

A five-meter-tall equestrian monument.

It was his dream.

And now that he's got it,
he cannot see it. Poor Papa.

Long live our prince!

I'm a journalist.
I must interview the grand duke, please.

The noble figure we'd all awaited
was the Grand Duke of Harzock.

How old is he?

Judging by his political ability,
I think about eight.

He is followed by his sister, Lherimia,
the blind princess,

who lost her sight while still a child.

And yet - have you noticed?

She walks at the side of the premier
with such confidence.

She doesn't want compassion,
and she doesn't want help.

It's as if she could see.

Consommé vichyssoise,
turtle soup.

Yesterday's excellent cream soup,
can we have it today as well?

Maitre, do you remember what it was?

That was vegetable soup.

Yes. It was vegetable soup.

Well, would you like to know
the reason they're making this trip?

It's a funeral.

"What do you mean a funeral?"
You may ask.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
A funeral.

All these famous figures
are here to follow a funeral.

It was her explicit wish
in her last will and testament -

"Cremation and scattering of my ashes
in the first light of dawn

along the island where I was born."

Here it is, the isle of Erimo,
where Edmea Tetua was born

and to which her soul wishes to return.

Edmea Tetua,
the greatest singer of all time.

A vocal miracle.
The voice of a goddess.

Light blue.

Light blue and white.

Ultramarine blue.

Light azure.

Ultramarine blue.

Emerald green.

Green.

Light azure.

Music makes her see a rainbow.

White. White. White.

My sister says
that each note has its own color.

The scientist of Sotierre has assessed
that some people have this faculty

allowing them to have
a chromatic vision of sounds.

If you will allow me to interject,

I do not believe
that such a thing can be proved.

Anybody can say he sees colors.

Mr. Kuntz, it is self-evident
that not everyone is endowed

with such a sensitive soul.

I wouldn't dare to doubt it.

I simply mean that it's almost impossible
to scientifically confirm such a thing.

Once when I was ill,
all faces seemed green to me.

But we can all perceive
the colors of music.

And not only music.
Voices are colored too.

You say my voice is gray.
But is it always gray?

Not always.

When you are troubled by worries,

your voice becomes rust-hued,
brownish red.

But the police chief's voice
is always the same color.

Yellowish. Opaque, not clear.

And what color
is the voice of our general?

I'd like to hear it, General.

This is just how my voice is.
I'm certainly no singer.

How strange.

I see no color.
A voice without color.

Like a void, an absence.

An absence at the head
of the armed forces is a bit troubling.

Here she is.

Her ashes are all here.

For the sake of this small casket,

so small and yet so large,

friends and admirers
from every part of the globe

have chartered one of the most luxurious
ocean liners,

commanded by her fearless captain,
a native of indomitable Genoa -

La Spezia.

La Spezia.

La Spezia.
A native of indomitable La Spezia.

Captain Leonardo de Robertis.

It's the other way around.
Roberto de Leonardis.

What did I say?

Roberto de Leonard's.

Right. And he shall lead us
to the isle of Erimo

so that all of us may solemnly observe

the funerary rites,

spreading the -

Sir Reginald!

Excuse me.

Sir Reginald. Sir Reginald.

Excuse me.

Just a couple of questions.

Is it true that you were the one
who invited our divine singer

to make her debut in London?

Of course. Please excuse me.

Thanks.

Look, Rudi. He's looking for her.

This is the second wheel,

in case the wheel on the main deck
should fail.

The mechanism is inserted here to activate
one wheel in place of the other.

And when do you use this one?

As I said, only in case of emergencies.

- And what's under there?
- Please follow me up here.

He's an Egyptian.
They say he was our great artist's lover.

He owns all the railways
in his country.

It seems his penis is enormous,
violet colored.

At least that's the rumor I heard,
of course.

Ah! Here he is.
He hasn't found her.

There are indeed strange rumors
about our baron and his genteel wife.

Did you notice as well?
He seemed quite upset.

Upset and wistful.

That F wasn't right.
Didn't you hear it was off-key?

What do you mean off-key?

- Can't you hear it's perfect?
- No, not like that. It's descending.

If you remove a single drop of water,
it becomes a different note.

That way, it's not descending.

Being tone-deaf,
you keep getting that F wrong.

You play the note as ascending
when it should be descending.

How marvelous. It looks fake.

Oh, look, Lisa! The moon.

The sun and the moon together.

The overture of Barber of Seville
gives me goose bumps.

And that's Andromeda.

And that small star on the right
near Orion

was discovered only 50 years ago.

Quite correct, Sir Reginald.
You're giving a lesson in astronomy.

That star is known as Cauda Pavonis.

It's blue-silver. See?
But now it's emerald.

And now bright orange.

And do you know who discovered it?

A renowned surgeon
and amateur astronomer.

Guess what his name was. Reginald.

Behind the legend of the great singer,
there was a sensitive and lonely girl.

One felt obliged to help her.

Perhaps you're interested
in a few events in Edmea's life.

This lady is her cousin.
Why don't you ask her?

I could have been a singer.

- Captain.
- Mr. Orlando.

How are you, Father?

What a sight!

To one side, the cold of the moon.

- Good evening.
- Divine!

To the other, the heat of the sun.

Absolutely beautiful.

Between light and darkness,
fire and ice,

there you are, lldebranda.

Thank you, that's poetic.

May I accompany you?

It's too humid here.

Thirty years have passed.
I haven't seen her since then.

I don't remember anything.
Sorry. We were children.

Thank you, madame.
Anyhow, you've told me something.

When the moon is out, he won't work
the night shift as it makes him nervous.

Hello! Who's heard of you, dear friend?

And yet I must write about you as well.

And that one there, for example -
that chubby one waving at me.

I've never seen him before.
My job is a bit ludicrous, isn't it?

She would never read the contracts.

- Is there room for me too?
- Let alone sign them.

The practical side of her profession

seemed to offend her deeply.

We're such creatures of habit.
Here we are, singing her praises.

Yet she knew every clause of her contract,
even the least significant,

to the surprise of her own lawyers.

Before going into the theater,
she once told me,

"Couldn't you remove my name
from the marquee?"

No. I think she was highly conscious
of her personal charm.

Whoever came near her
was conquered.

It might seem that way,
but she was terribly insecure.

She was simply terrified of those
who were unfamiliar to her.

You should stop painting her
as a frightened little girl.

At least out of respect for her.
Please! She was no frightened girl.

She was intimidating,
but she didn't scare me.

You say she was aggressive?

She threw things at people.
Didn't she throw things?

Aureliano.

Actually, I never had problems.

- Could I have a nice glass of red wine?
- Of course, sir.

- But Lambrusco, mind you.
- Lambrusco.

She was the perfect partner.
She thought highly of me.

And this made our collaboration ideal.

She always said I was the best -
the best Italian tenor.

It's true. Tetua always said so.

"To sing with Sabatino Lepori
is glorious."

At my house,
she wept before a small painting.

"It makes me cry, madame,"
she said with her eyes full of tears.

And you, my friend.
Don't you have anything to say?

The most extraordinary thing
out of all we have heard

was that in the last act of La traviata
she would actually get a fever.

It was a total identification
with Violetta's character.

Mommy, did you love Tetua?

Not one of your best evenings, was it?

I caught him leaving the cabin.

I thought he had an air of satisfaction.
Was it worth it?

Violet, answer me.

I'll go to sleep right away tonight.
I'm so tired.

Well?

I want to know everything,
every detail.

Was he the one you spotted on the dock?

Be good, Reginald. I'm sleepy.

Did you go too far?

He came to repair the light.
It wasn't working properly.

You can do better than that, Violet.

You know I'm afraid of the dark.

You whore. You're amazing.

Say it with your little voice.

"Yes, Reginald. I'm a big whore."

I won't stand for it!

- I can't bear it!
- Yes!

Give me that stupid bear!

No! Anything but him!

- Crazy bitch!
- Give it to me!

Why? Why do you treat me like this?

Yes, I deserve it.
Do it. Do anything you like.

You have needs.

You're a queen.

My child. My mistress. With her needs.

Please, do it. Violet.

Always. Do it like this. More.

More.

"A vocal phenomenon."

"A divine voice."

"A hundred singers in one."

So many definitions.
So many words.

They've written so many stories
about you.

But no one said who you really were.

Your favorite flower.
You'll never be without it.

No one ever discovered
your secret, my love.

I'm the only one who knows
who you really are.

You're a child who came from the sea.

Remember the poem I wrote for you?

"Born from the sea, like a goddess."

Who is it?

Who is it?

Your Highness, I'm a humble journalist.

Pardon me.

Good night.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

Count Bassano. A romantic guy.

Very romantic.

It is true that for many years now,

every evening he brought her
a very rare flower- Rubens pistila.

You saw it in his cabin, didn't you?

But I deny that he was ever
in love with her.

Perhaps he's fallen in love with her
since her death.

A dubious character, very dubious.

Under the pretense
of establishing a museum,

he managed to have
his expenses paid for years.

In any case...

It's nothing, only the notes...

that I've been jotting down

for one of my journals.

"I write, I tell.

But what story do I wish to tell?

A voyage at sea?

A voyage through life?

But life is not told, it is lived.

And that is more than enough."

Trivial, isn't it?

Has this been said already?

And better?

But everything has already
been said and done!

And here is the famous
and smoky boiler room.

What is it?

That one is the large boiler.
It never goes out.

How many hours
do they work in here?

They're so used to being in here
that they feel ill when they're on deck.

Captain, sir,
we all have a small favor to ask.

- What did you say?
- Ask Madam Cuffari to sing!

Scream louder!

- We want to hear Madam Cuffari sing!
- Are you crazy?

This is a ridiculous request!

- You wouldn't even be able to hear her.
- Sing something, beautiful lady!

Be nice, beautiful lady!

A throne

Near to the sun!

Bravo, bravo!

To arms!

Bravo! Bravo!

Love me, Alfredo

Just as I love you

For woman is fickle

As a feather on the wind

Changing her tone

And her thoughts as well

For woman is fickle

As a feather on the wind

Changing her tone

And her thoughts as well

And her thoughts as well

And her thoughts as well

And her thoughts as well

And her thoughts as well

And her thoughts as well

And her thoughts as well

The keeper is a Turk.
He loves the big beast.

- What a stink.
- Did anyone understand what he said?

He says that since coming aboard,
it's had nothing to eat.

It needs to get some fresh air.

- So he'll take it for a stroll on deck?
- How can you heal it?

The other day,
he said the beast was lovesick.

- See how disheartened it is!
- What name have you given it?

Don't you ever give it a bath?

You're having a bad time, eh?

We brought it down -

When I have too much to drink,
I feel just like the rhino.

- All animals get seasick on board.
- Why are you so dumb? I want to leave.

- They also miss their cage mates.
- As you wish.

- Pardon me.
- What?

You have to take us out.

Excuse me one moment. I'll take her.

I was saying that the animal
was taken aboard in Genoa.

We're taking him to Amsterdam.

These pachyderms
are always a handful on board.

Remember, Mr. Partexano,
when we took in an elephant?

- Was that on the Ala/one?
- I wouldn't know.

No! It was on the City of Brescia.

A small rodent had the unfortunate idea
of visiting the elephant during the trip.

The beast, terrified, broke his chains

and threw two sailors overboard.

Do we have mice on board too?

Mice, dear madam, are inevitable guests.
They love a voyage at sea.

Of course.

It's lovesick?
And that's the effect of love?

- Love is debilitating.
- What are you saying?

When I'm in love I feel stronger,
I gain weight. Love is healthy!

Who is this girl?

It's in love.

En game.

Touché!

And now -

Daydreaming during the watch!

Who is it? Help!

Let me go. You're hurting me!

- I'll explain. I'm a journalist.
- What's going on in here?

I've used this disguise
to meet the grand duke.

I must interview him.

Can't you help me?

He says he's a journalist.
He wants to interview the grand duke.

Listen. I'm a respectable passenger
aboard this ship.

You're looking at a well-known journalist

striving to perform
the duties of his profession,

which is to appraise his readers
of what takes place in the world today.

A journalist in here? A disgrace!
I'll complain to the captain.

He's a journalist.
Wishes to interview the grand duke.

Forgive me.

An Italian journalist managed to get in.
He wants to ask you a few questions.

Your Highness!

Yes, I will allow it.
But with a translator.

Let him go.

Let him go.

- My apologies.
- No need.

The grand duke grants you an interview,
but only through an interpreter.

You'll ask your questions,
and I'll translate them.

- Thank you.
- You may begin.

An interview.

If the journalist knew
how little I know...

We know, Your Highness, that you were
a great admirer of this sublime artist.

And the fact that you wanted
to honor her on this voyage

with your august presence
has touched everyone.

In the name of your
extraordinary humanity,

I'd venture to ask for a few words
of comfort, of hope

for those of us who live entirely unaware
of what fate holds in store

and may feel threatened
by the international situation.

Thank you.

The Italian journalist says that
most of the people are unhappy,

and long for comfort.

What exactly does he mean?

He asked, "What's your question?"

How does the grand duke
see the international situation?

Thank you.

The Italian journalist asks the grand duke

for his view
of the international situation.

We're all sitting
at the maw of a mountain.

Thank you, sir.

The grand duke says,

"We're all sitting
on the edge of a mountain."

Excuse me for interfering,

but the grand duke said "the mouth"
and then the rest.

Count Kuntz corrects me.

He says the grand duke
said "the mouth of a mountain."

I thought he said "edge."

What mouth?

He now asks the grand duke,
"What mouth?"

Excuse me.
The grand duke used a metaphor.

He said, "We're all sitting
at the edge of a mountain."

Thank you, sir.

Count Huppenback says
the grand duke used a metaphor,

and that the problem does not lie
in "edge" or "mouth."

However, I understood "edge."

- He said "mouth."
- No, "edge."

- No, "mouth."
- Edge.

He meant mouth!

German is my second language.
"Edge" is what he said!

Oh, my God!

What does he mean by that?

I think his highness wants to say -

Does the Triple Entente
want to renege on its duty?

Do you wish to leave Italy
to its tragic fate?

Your Highness,
the journalist asks whether -

Pum! Pum! Pum!

Translate.

The grand duke says, "Pum, pum."

The mouth of a mountain.

That's the crater of a volcano!

We're sitting on the mouth
of a volcano!

Perfect! Now I got it!

It's a tragedy. Thank you.

The mouth of a mountain!
Undoubtedly, a catastrophe.

And now we laugh about it.
We're all quite mad.

The interview is over.

"The interview is over."

Of course. I thank his highness.
Gentlemen.

Look at Mommy!

Look!

Maestro, let us rehearse.

Mr. Orlando.

Thank you, my love.

It's the second day of our voyage,
and all is well.

- And to remember these moments...
- Two. No, three!

-...photographs are taken.
- Four! Down there! Just see how they jump!

Our tenor, Fuciletto,
would like to be a dolphin.

And the two choir masters,
whale hunters.

- The funny thing about sea voyages.
- I always look bad in photos.

After a few days, you feel
as if you've been sailing endlessly.

You feel you've always known
your fellow voyagers.

Captain.

Hold still, please.

One minute, please. Ready.

My grandfather loved
having his portrait painted.

He spent half his life
sitting for painters.

They had to sit longer than we do.

Fantastic, Your Highness!

Do I look good like this?

How much happier our people would be

if power was entrusted
to these delicate hands.

We all eagerly await that day.

- Smile, Daddy.
- I am smiling.

Have you noticed
that whenever he deals, we lose?

Mr. Orlando, we need the press here.
Come with us.

Our Russian says his voice is so deep
that it causes catalepsy.

Good morning to you all.

A hen.

- Please.
- What?

A live hen.

- He wants a live hen.
- Yes, dear friends.

We're sorry to interrupt
your gastronomic activities,

but we really need a hen.

We have to perform an experiment.

- I need to put it here.
- It's quite unusual but very important.

All of you will witness.

We've got the captain's permission.

Go get a hen.

I will not reveal what it's about,
because, if it succeeds,

it will be
an extraordinary surprise!

There, that one.

- Does the chef agree? Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Thank you. Thank you all.

Come, we must document
this event for posterity.

What are they doing to the hen?

Place it there, on the counter.

No, with its head towards me.

Like that.

I now request your silence.

Maybe it'll lay an egg.

Behold.

It is now asleep.

Incredible! Poor chicken.

He's right, the eyes are closed!

- What's happened?
- He fell down.

He's fallen ill! A doctor!

Get him away from the fire!
Over there, near the porthole.

- Keep his feet higher than his head!
- Get some smelling salts!

Get some water!

Don't you have some salts?

A bit of cognac?

I noticed he was quite pale.

- He should be taken outside.
- Get a glass of water and splash his face.

Breathe deeply, sir.

You have to be acclimated
to being in here.

The other day Gasparone fainted too,
ended up with his face in the ricotta.

He's better. It's over. All done.

The hen's asleep!

Look, it's asleep! He succeeded.

It's asleep!

It's true, he put it to sleep!

And you as well!

I doubt that you're fully satisfied

with the rehearsal
for the Oratorio in Memoria.

Singing in remembrance of Edmea requires
not only your talent and technique,

but also your gratitude
to the great artist whom we all loved.

Undoubtedly she was
the greatest soprano of all time.

Are you ready, lldebranda?

O salutaris hostia

What is that strange smell?

How old am I?

What?

- I didn't understand.
- Well, how old?

I couldn't say.
I'm unable to guess a person's age.

Don't be afraid. Try.

At least tell me how old I look. Come on.

I don't know.

The same as my father.

And how old is your father?

To me, my father is forever young.

Excuse me. Mother.

Darling, you'll catch cold like that.
Go and get your cape.

- But I'm not cold.
- It gets damp as soon as the sun sets.

Just look at those colors, darling.

Every sunset
bears the stamp of divinity.

You know, Mr. Orlando,
I spend Saturdays painting.

What I wouldn't give
to paint a picture such as this.

But how can we compete with the Creator?

Now I'd like to rehearse
the Domine Deus.

They're rehearsing.

Excuse me a moment.

Sit next to Fuciletto.

It's the Oratorio.

Domine Deus

Captain,
I need to make the usual complaint.

Last night I was awakened
by a patter on the glass of my porthole.

Is that possible?

Ah, yes. It's our seagull, Icarus.

We gave him that name
because he broke a wing.

Don't you smell that horrible odor?

Why does it stink like that?

Don't you smell it?

- What gorgeous voices.
- Where is that awful stench coming from?

- It must be the fish.
- I can't breathe!

- What's that stench?
- Are you looking at me?

I'm not looking at you.
I'm saying there's quite a stench.

You talk of a stench and look at me!

I don't stink!

- Idiot!
- You're the idiot!

I'll tear off your mustache
and make you eat it!

What are you doing?
This smell is in the air, outside.

I was telling him too, earlier on.

Yes, gentlemen, we must unfortunately
put up with this stench,

but Dr. Lamela guarantees that
there's absolutely no risk of infection.

Absolutely. Remain calm.

The discharge is lessening,

and before nightfall,
it shall cease completely.

Following our physician's suggestion,

we're trying to move the pachyderm
out of the hold.

- We'll hoist it onto the deck.
- It's being done now, Captain.

Some ship boys have volunteered
to sling the rhino on the scales,

and a winch will hoist it onto the deck.

We assure you that this will be completed
expeditiously and successfully.

Here it comes!

Prepare the pumps!

Keep the ropes taut! Taut!

Increase pressure!

- You'll throw it into the sea?
- No, on that lifeboat.

The doctor said it needs fresh air.

Here it is!

The stench!

It's getting better, however.

- Just like a flying dragon.
- You could use a bath as well.

Everyone's looking at you. Get up.

And she went from the A-natural
below the lyric soprano range

all the way up to high E-flat,
then to E-natural

-and to a high F.
- No more, thanks.

A miracle.

The orchestra was almost silent.

The audience stopped breathing,
and I was paralyzed hearing her.

I'll remember it for as long as I live.

Excuse me, Maestro,
but how could she?

Almost three octaves without an effort -
that's not human.

Why not? Edmea was no ordinary woman.

So many racked their brains
trying to understand her.

She must have had a secret.

And that's what I wanted
to ask you, Maestro -

as I would ask a father.

What - What can I do?

Listen. One evening,
Edmea told me something.

She said that when she sang, there
appeared before her eyes a sea snail.

- A snail?
- Yes. She said it exactly like this.

"I see a sea snail,

and with my eyes, I follow the spiral
as it curls up higher and higher.

And my voice comes out
without the slightest effort."

Do you understand, my dear?

It's not simply a matter of lungs,
diaphragm and vocal chords.

It was a phenomenon
of the catalyzing of energy.

I only know that Edmea
was different from anyone else.

She was unique. There will never be
another singer like her.

May I?

Why are you so quiet?

You look like
a marvelous Egyptian sphinx.

You're superb!

The third night of our voyage,
things took a different turn.

Everything became stranger.

It took you forever.

It's her fault. She didn't want to come.

Be quiet. He's already in a trance.

- Is he all right?
- Sit here, close by.

Hold hands, everyone.
Maestro, give your hand to madame.

- Me too?
- Yes.

- Won't you sit with us?
- Thank you, but I'd rather stay out.

If Mother Angela finds out I'm here,

she'll feed me only
bread and water for a week.

Go ahead. Ask something.

Edmea, excuse me,
but I always wanted to ask you.

Which opera made you suffer the most?

What a stupid question I've asked.

No. One time you told me -

- What fell?
- I don't know.

Don't break the chain.
It's dangerous.

- For God's sake.
- A book has opened!

The icy hand.

Look. It's the Mona Lisa.

It opened to the Mona Lisa.

Look! It's the Mona Lisa.

- Right. Incredible coincidence.
- How come?

I can't stay. This is awful.
I can't stay. Excuse me!

Could I also ask a question?

He says no because she's cunning.

She understood that since I knew her well,
I'd ask a more intimate question.

Look. She always
used that gesture to give thanks.

Edmea! Edmea!

Who is it? Who are you?

Switch the light on! This is nonsense!

Who was it? Tell me who it was.

- Who was it?
- Someone played a joke on us!

What's the matter with you?
Come to, you silly woman!

Ines, come on,
get your bearings back!

- It's you! Look at him.
- Let me go!

Come here. Show yourself, you clown.

See who our ghost was!

Let her rest in peace.

- He deserves an ovation. Bravo!
- This is a profanation!

For a moment there,
even I believed it!

You gave us all such a fright!

- Damn you all!
- You too, maestro!

Excuse me, but you still look terrified.

And Ines - Where's Ines?
Is she still passed out?

You mustn't talk, your breath must be
in time to the rhythm of your feet.

Where did this little girl come from?

I haven't seen her before.

What are you doing here at this hour?

Who are you?

- She's a real darling!
- Yes.

You're very pretty.
Look at your pretty braids.

She's truly adorable.

- Wolfgang, let her be.
- What's your name?

Do you want to cause a disaster?

- I don't understand you. No fires here.
- You can't light fires on deck.

And the old lady here. How are you?

Scram!

Harder!

Come on!

Good day.

Do you want water?

Where were you?

Krassavitsa!

llya, who are all these people?

- I don't know them.
-lldebranda.

- They're Serbians.
- Come up.

- Serbians. Let's go listen. Come.
- They are temporarily here on deck,

but we will be providing adequate
accommodations for them in the hold

to prevent them from infringing
upon activities on board

and the privacy of the passengers.

But, Captain, how did it happen?
How did they come aboard? All of these -

As soon as the Austrian archduke
was murdered in Sarajevo,

Austria declared war against Serbia.

And the people,

terrified at the arrival of enraged troops
after the vile assassination,

tried to escape by sea and get on
any ship sailing to the coast of Italy.

I don't understand.

- What language are they speaking?
- They're Serbs, sir.

How did all of them come aboard?

We rescued them from the sea tonight.

They are refugees.
Or at least, that's what we think.

Do you want water?

Good morning, young lady.

Still sleepy?

Our physician is checking them,
one by one.

My officers and myself,

by means of an interpreter,
have spoken with most of the men.

They are shepherds, peasants, gypsies.

We rescued them at sea tonight.

There are also several students,
perhaps unjustly persecuted by the police.

Unbelievable.

Captain, no one can force us
to travel with these people

who come from God knows where.

He's right.

Their rafts were sinking
due to the great weight.

But I think...

- Taking in these women and children...
-...you should avoid -

these families in despair,

was a duty I could not shirk.

Yesterday's Pommard
was not one of the best.

For my wife and friends,
I'd suggest a white wine.

A Chablis, let's say.
We'll give it a try.

But I'll continue with my champagne.

Rayon de Soleil.

One of them stopped me,
and said that the tuna fish is Italian -

You! Scram! Scram!

- Look here!
- You're not worthy of eating spaghetti.

Monica, sit down.

Aureliano, turn around.

I used to have a Croatian nanny.
They all speak of -

What does that pretty brunette want?

She's a beauty. Krassivaya!
With those savage eyes!

Frankly, I feel embarrassed
eating while they stare at us like that.

Divine Providence
will look after them too.

Right. If you're thinking -

It's about time they did something.

But Why?

I'll drink to that mouth of yours.

No! What are you doing?

I want to see my fiancée.

Violet, please.

Andrew, what do you think she's up to?

I believe, sir, she intends to take food
to those people out on the deck.

Violet, please.

This philanthropic gesture of yours
is admirable, but a bit excessive.

Sir.

- I'll try, sir.
- Violet.

Andrew, please make her
return to the table.

Milady, please. Sir Reginald wishes -

I don't need any help.

Waiters, please follow me
with the trolley.

Mrs. Dongby, pardon me,
but a table is being set outside.

All the better,
they'll have even more today. Come.

- Please allow me to insist.
- I ask you to open the door.

Excuse me.

- Thank you.
- My lady, please.

Mommy, can I give them my soup?

Do you think I should do the same?

No, lldebranda, absolutely not.

- Mommy, please, let me take it.
- Silence!

Madame, give me the tray.
I'll carry it.

I must accompany you. Please.

Stay back.
Sailor, tell these people to stay back.

Here we are.
Now let's see if you're a singer too.

Say, "Ah."
Come on, open your mouth.

Stay back! Stay back!

- Excuse me.
- I'll give them to you.

Go back to the salon, madame.
I'll take over here.

How much do you want?

Officer, cut the cakes and distribute them
to the children, to all of them.

Yes?

Why are you laughing?

What is it?

What?

What did you see?

Why is she laughing?

It's inadmissible for a ship
to be boarded by Serb anarchists

without the captain doing
a thing to prevent it!

I beg your pardon.

The commander is compelled
to rescue the shipwrecked

by a fundamental principle
of the naval code:

the duty to provide aid.

You probably know, Captain,

that among those
you so generously define as refugees

are hidden professional assassins.

That's right!

It's very serious. You've put the safety
of the grand duke at risk.

We must file a protest
with the Italian authorities!

We'll protest to your government!

I am responsible for the safety
of his highness aboard this ship

24 hours, around the clock.

At the very moment they came aboard,

I gave orders to my officers
to take measures for their supervision,

in order to isolate any potentially
dangerous individuals.

This is a very mild supervision, Captain,

given that your so-called refugees
can move freely throughout the ship.

On deck, in the bar,
in the passageways, in the salon.

Cuoco, you speak their language.
Tell them they can't stay here.

They must leave. Captain's orders.

Leave, all of you. Scram!

Hello.

I'd like a box of cookies.
Good ones.

We have these chocolate ones.

- Will they do?
- Yes, thank you.

Bring them all on deck.

How much? Here you are.

Do not make us remove you by force!

You must go back out on deck.
Come on!

Sailors, take them out on deck.

Whoever knows the language, tell them
we're setting up a place below deck.

You may not cross the boundary
marked by these ropes

without requesting permission
from the sailor on duty.

- You, translate.
- Yes, sir.

Take these rags away!
Do you understand?

Did they understand?
They may not leave this place.

Little Olga, come here, sweetie.

Do you like cookies?
Take them, darling.

They're all yours.

Taste them. Put them in your mouth.

What a lovely dress you're wearing.

Is this your daughter?
She's lovely. Krassivaya.

I was giving her cookies.
Take them, little Olga.

This is further proof
that the Italians cannot be trusted.

As Your Highness can see,

I was correct in predicting trouble
on this voyage.

- Aren't you going to make a move?
- Let me think, if I move my rook...

Your Highness.

Pardon me. For reasons of security,

I must ask Your Highness
not to leave this cabin

until the situation on deck
is under control.

Isn't that a bit excessive?
But thank you in any case.

If you'll excuse me.

I don't feel in danger.

Here we are.

Checkmate.

I can't play with you.
You always win.

Under the pretense of looking
for the pieces, you move them all.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid.

What of?

I don't know.
Everything's so complicated.

It's not complicated.

Listen. Do you remember?

There lived two royal children

Who loved one another so

But they could not be together

The water was deep, so deep

In the fifth century, the Serbs
descended on the Balkans

and then invaded Epirus and Thessaly.

I can't picture them staying confined
to the stern area.

I look at the thermometer
and I had a fever of 103.

What was I to do, spoil the show?
The audience had come to see me.

- Can't we change the topic?
- I went on anyway and sang.

They even demanded seven encores!

You build a mystic gulf
where there are hardly 50 players -

Their strength of character
together with a grace of warm femininity

make English women -

There's no need to waste time
beating around the bush, don't you agree?

Look only at me

My dear one

She's so expressive, it's almost as if
we could understand every word.

My dear one

My beautiful

Dear dark eyes

Look only at me

My brother is asleep, fast asleep.

Your Highness,
we can no longer postpone our decision.

The voyage is nearing its end,

and Count von Stauffen
becomes more and more suspicious.

No. All will be resolved in our favor
without us doing a thing.

How can you be so sure,
Your Highness?

I've had a dream.
I'm in a garden with my brother,

and an eagle sweeps down
from the heavens.

It flies towards us, catches my brother
and flies away on its great wings.

But he, poor thing, is heavy, so heavy.

And then the eagle lets him fall,
sending him towards the earth

where he's swallowed up
by a large hole in the ground.

You have the ability
to set my mind at ease,

to make me believe
every word you say.

Bravo.

Her voice has such a lovely timbre.

Who was singing?

They're like acrobats and monkeys!

- Even the old people dance!
- They don't know anything.

This is a very ancient dance
from pagan cultures! I've studied it!

The way they're doing it
is mixed with the Hungarian czardas.

This is a ritual dance, a sowing rite.
And it goes like this.

Bravo!

You're good!

Go down.
You teach them how to dance!

You too, Professor. Down you go.

That's it, professor! You show them!

Attention!

I'd like to present
two great dance instructors!

They'll show you
how you ought to dance.

This dance was created
to invite the rain god to the countryside.

The women hold their arms raised

as if fetching water.

- Let me play that!
- The men beat the soil with their feet

because the seeds must know
that the dance has started,

and they open their mouths
and drink the rain from the sky.

Like this. Like this.

I don't have anything to teach them,

but I believe I could learn a thing or two
from that brunette down there.

If you'll excuse me.

It always seems as if it's about
to reveal a secret, but then -

Eugenio. Eugenio, what are you doing?

Stop frightening me! Answer your cousin!

Eugenio.

Is it over?

The object of this dance
is to befriend the elemental spirits

who control the growth of the seeds.

Please, don't lie to me.
Don't act like a child.

- But I didn't sign up, I swear on my mom.
- Don't swear on your mother.

She's not my protégée.
I don't care about Righini Biagetti.

But you do care.
I don't question your taste.

God knows how a handsome man like you
can lose his head for Righini Biagetti!

- What about us?
- No.

Mrs. Dongby,
may I have this dance?

Now hear me out.
I think I have the right to do what I want

and to give all the lighters in the world
to whoever I wish.

That sailor reminds me of a cousin
of mine. Can't I give him a present?

I won't have my feelings checked

or be surveilled day and night
as if I were a child.

I'm 40 years old. Just leave me alone!

- Dorotea.
- Good evening.

Sir. Miss.

- May I have the honor of-
- No!

Please. Thank you.

Mother, that's enough.
Sit down, please.

Piltro. Piltro, a battleship!

Open! Open!

What are they signaling?

It's the flagship
of the Austro-Hungarian fleet, sir.

They want us to surrender
the shipwrecked Serbians we picked up.

I'll go down to the telegraph.

The Serbian refugees will be taken
by officers of the Austro-Hungarian ship.

Why are you so worried?
It's an Austro-Hungarian battleship. So?

What does the youngster say?

He says they'll take all of us prisoner,
and you'll have to deliver all of us.

Excuse me. Now we'll see.

Captain.

There's an exchange of communications
with the Austro-Hungarian battleship.

- What do they say?
- I do not know. I am not the one involved.

But everything's in order, sir.

So why do they look so frightened?

Rome tells me to stall for time,
and to let no one onto the foredeck.

- Yes, sir.
- Captain.

The situation is as follows.

We'll continue signaling, but I don't know
the contents of the messages sent.

We should calm the gentlemen down.

The captain seems calm to me,
doesn't he?

And you, Mr. Orlando.
How do you interpret these events?

Will you too keep us in the dark?

Look over there.

On the command deck of the battleship
you can see the signaler's flags moving.

I cannot accept their demand
to hand over the refugees.

Transmit that.

"Hand them over immediately."

The grand duke.

- Good day.
- Your Highness.

The captain awaits you on the foredeck.

Your Highness, the Austrian battleship
demands immediate delivery of the Serbs.

Indicate that I'm on board
and the object of this trip.

His Highness wishes to let them know
the object of this trip.

Signal to the battleship that
we must get to the isle of Erimo.

- Yes, sir.
- Please, Your Highness.

Please, I want to see.

They authorize our passage to the island
and send the duke greetings.

"They authorize our passage to the island
and send the duke greetings."

We'll resume our course
towards the island, Your Highness.

Even the people on that warship
knew and loved our Edmea.

The grand duke obtained a truce
from the Austrian admiralty

allowing us to perform our funerary rite.

Shortly, we'll be in sight
of the isle of Erimo.

- And remove that daisy.
- You're in a mood.

One day she told me this.

"You always speak of my voice,

but sometimes I'm almost certain
it's not really mine.

I'm an uvula, a diaphragm, a breath.

I don't know
where the voice comes from.

I'm just an instrument, a simple girl

who's even afraid of this voice

that throughout my life,
has forced me to do what it wanted."

Squad, halt!

Excuse me, Mr. Dongby.
The ceremony's begun.

Left face!

Mr. Partexano, proceed.

At ease.

Attention!

Hats off!

Psalm of David.

"The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leads me beside quiet waters.

He restores my soul.

He guides me in the paths
of righteousness for his name's sake.

Lord, hear my prayer.

You know man
is only dust and ashes.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

The Lord will watch over
my going out and my coming in.

Both now, and for all eternity."

Proceed.

Six for the admiral.

Sailor.

Come, madame.

Proceed, madame.
Spread the ashes on the cushion.

O my homeland

Never again

Never shall I see you again

Never again

Never shall I see you again

The blue skies

And gentle breezes of my home

Where the morning

Serenely shone

O green hills

And perfumed shores

O my homeland

Never shall I see you again

No more

Hats on!

Right face!

Left row, forward march!

Count von Huppenback.

I must ask you to return to your cabin
and remain there until further orders.

What do you mean, sir?

By order of her highness,
the Princess of Harzock,

you're under arrest.

Certainly at this point,

it would've been lovely if the commotion

had also touched the hearts
of the Austrians...

and if their battleship had sailed away,

sending a touching salute.

But it didn't happen like that.

They wanted the Serbs back,
and how!

And it would have been
even more beautiful

if we, faced with such arrogance,

had said,
"No, we won't give them up!"

No, we won't give them up!

No, we won't give them up!

Death to arrogance

No monster shall overcome us

Violence will not conquer us

Every chest will resist

We won't give them up

We won't give them up

0 perennial joy smiling upon us

- We won't give them up
- These shores, these innocent waters

On the other hand, the battleship
was compelled to arrest the Serbs.

It was an order
from the Austro-Hungarian police.

And the Grand Duke of Harzock
was aboard,

representing
the Austro-Hungarian empire.

Stop at once!

As the darkness

Is invading

The marine fields already

Filled with martial flashes

Incited by oppressive and turbid hatred

Mirko!

On the clamor

That tears us apart

On the fury

That explodes

May your hymn rise
0 peace

The harmony that gave birth to the world

War

War

The next group on another lifeboat!

War!

Loosen the ropes!

The veils open wide

The skies quiver

The caves scream

Smoke rises from the altar

In somber elation

The sibyl shatters

The closed flask

To prophes)'

The veils open wide

The skies quiver

The caves scream

Smoke rises from the altar

In somber elation

The sibyl shatters

The closed flask to prophesy

As I was saying -

It's almost impossible to reconstruct
the precise sequence of events.

It seems that everything was caused by
the rashness of the young Serb terrorist

who hurled a bomb
at the flanks of the ship.

ls it possible that such a primitive,
hand- thrown bomb

could provoke a historic catastrophe?

Are we certain that it was
the boy who threw the bomb?

If he was living out a love story,

why did he run towards
his own destruction?

It seems he did.

It appears that the bomb,
thrown into the ship's interior,

exploded right underneath
the barrel of a cannon.

Causing it to fire spontaneously.

Others say, spontaneously as well,
the first blast of the cannon

triggered shots from the entire battery
of the enormous battleship.

Still others say that it was neither
the Serb terrorist, nor the bomb,

but that it was a premeditated plan
on the part of the battleship

to provoke an international incident.

There's also a fourth version,
which I don't even dare to tell.

It seems that -

Beyond the deaf door of death

Which sublime day does fate offer us?

Up in Elysium who shall await us?

Which beloved father?

Which cherished mother?

Up in Elysium

Who shall await us?

Which beloved father?

Which cherished mother?

See those who drown

See those who pray

Firmly inviting everyone
To defend their honor

- Here one sighs, there one is delirious
- Gentlemen, listen.

You can save yourselves.
Follow our orders!

Over there someone fires
Upon the aggressor

Fables of love

Fevers and tenderness

Joys and tremors

Never again...

Woods and torrents

Dew and breezes

Delightful shores

Never again

Freedom

We shall soon bequeath

To the whole of humanity

To the whole of humanity

To love

To believe

To hope

Come and fight

Come and fight

At our side

Arise in victory

And be among the heroes

Just a few remarks before I finish.

I want to tell you that many of the people
you met were saved.

A pontoon plane rescued the survivors
in the Aurora lifeboat.

The North Star lifeboat
miraculously made it to Ancona.

Unfortunately,
I've heard nothing more of the others.

As for myself,

I've got some amazing news for you.

Did you know that rhino milk
is first-class?

AND THE SHIP SAILS ON