Original subtitles

2 August 1980

Excuse me?

- How long before we arrive? - We are almost there.

26 June 1980

This is the story of a man called Dragut.

He used to sail the seas on a small ship.

Some thought he was a pirate, others thought he was mad.

For his woman, he was her last hope.

In his early life, he had never seen the sea,

and his name hadn't always been Dragut.

Hans - this was his real name -

was born among the mountains, in the ancient city of Drag.

When he immersed himself, for the first time, in the crystal-clear water of a small beach,

he felt a wonderful sensation!

His father, the old sovereign, wanted him to begin

taking responsibility for his own actions.

Thus, one day he ordered him to join his elder brother,

who had already ruled the coast for some years.

Martino!

Martino!

Hey!

Get out!

Hurry up!

Tell me something:

how did you get in there?

All we need is for you to get arrested!

- I'm not afraid. - Maybe not of the Americans. But what about Dad?

Let's go home, he's angry.

- Who cares? - You're a pain, Martino! A pain!

Massimo, don't tell anyone I made a hole in the fence.

Promise!

Don't bother me! Get a move on!

- Promise! - Get lost!

We must thank Martino for finding this place.

Well done, Martino! - # One morning

# I awakened,

# Oh Goodbye beautiful! Goodbye beautiful! Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!

Luca, that's enough! Always the same old songs.

- Show some respect for the classics! - Yeah, right, the "classics".

If they catch us here, we are "political prisoners", OK?

"Political prisoner", pass me that joint.

Who the fuck would ever come here? We're in a remote place - Exactly!

Do you only know boring songs like the one before?

No...

I also know more.

# The second star to the right, that's the way,

# and straight on till morning

# then you�ll find the road by yourself

# it leads to Neverland.

# And it is not an invention

# nor is it a play on words

# if you believe it, that's enough because

# then you�ll find the road by yourself.

# I agree with you,

# there exists no land

# where there are neither saints nor heroes...

Martino, what the fuck are you doing?

Calm down, leave him alone.

I'll break him in two first, then I'll leave him alone!

He's just a kid!

Come with me.

Good, take him away!

- Run away! Run away! - Oh my gosh.

Violence is not the answer. Come on, calm down!

If you calm down, I'll let you light it.

You're asking for trouble, though.

And you aren't?

How old are you, anyway?

14.

Do you always have that look on your face?

What look?

You look like Pino.

- Who is he? - My dog, he's a Spinone. Pino!

Woof.

You should start shaving.

Silvia, come here!

Go.

- Why? Aren't you coming with me? - No.

Bye.

One night, Hans saw the most wonderful girl

he had ever laid his eyes on.

She was lit only by the Moon's rays.

He couldn't avert his eyes from that charming figure.

He stayed awake all night,

thinking of that angelic face that had bewitched his heart.

- They're dancing on the sea. - Indeed!

It's those scoundrels who made us "dance" on the sea!

Who?

- It's them who shot down the plane! - Bastards!

- But why? - How would I know? Ask him.

- What plane? - Wake up, Martino! - Good morning!

Why would the Americans have shot it down?

Who knows? Maybe there was a spy on board.

- Yeah, right, James Bond was on board. - Andrea!

- You are officially a prick. - Enlighten us: what was the cause? Tell us.

- It's something with Russia. - Ah, Russia! - Russia!

- Look, look! - I see, I see.

- I'm speechless. - Have you seen the one with a moustache?

And the other one, too!

I think I'll stay all afternoon here, watching them...

- ... dancing! - I hope you're aware

of your superficiality regarding those murderers.

We should express our dissent, shouldn't we?

Right, let's show them our dissent.

- Thanks, Massimo. - Well, look.

Here's our dissent.

- Perhaps... not like that. - Great! Workers' dissent!

- Working-class dissent! - Dis-sent! Dis-sent!

- That's gross! - Dis-sent! - Dis-sent!

Cover yourselves, will you? That's gross!

Now that they've seen your face, you can't hide any longer!

- She's really a bitch! - Pass me that joint.

May I, Madam?

- Guys, they left their bags on the beach! - Big mistake.

Huge mistake! Bag-snatching?

- Proletarian expropriation! - Are you crazy? They're big and strong!

- Scared? - No, just survival instinct.

You're all good at bragging,

as long as you just show your asses through the fence!

- Why don't you go there yourself? - Right, I'll go. - Martino!

Mar-ti-no! Mar-ti-no!

Come on, Martino!

Don't worry. Martino's like a cat: he has 9 lives.

You're totally nuts!

- Where are the others? - They played a trick on you.

The usual chickens.

Well, I'm still here.

Let's get out of here, hurry up!

Come on, show me what you took.

Come on, Martino. Let me see!

A US military dog tag. Cool!

Jeff Clark, Washington.

Haven't you seen ''Apocalypse Now''?

No.

What planet do you live on?

- It's yours, it's a present. - For me? Thanks, Lupin!

How do I look?

And like this?

Am I beautiful?

Maybe I could set a new fashion!

OK... shall we go?

Come on!

- Please. Thanks. You're welcome. It's nothing at all. - Just get on, please!

How did you get in here? It's forbidden!

- I saw you, yesterday. - Let go of me!

I declare myself a political prisoner.

Do you know there are mines here?

Do you know what they are?

Bombs! "Bombe".

You step on one of those, and boom! You're dead. "Morto". Understand?

- Don't come back in here again. - What about you?

We know where they are.

You cannot come in here. See what's written there?

"Military zone", "zona militare".

Go away!

Now.

Why do you soap the board?

Why do you soap the board?

- Paraffin. We use it so we don't slip off. - Is it difficult?

- Not to slip off? - No, to walk on it.

"To surf".

After a sleepless night, Hans went to his brother's palace.

That very night, he saw again the wonderful girl

who had made his heart beat.

She was there, sitting at a large table, next to his brother.

Hey!

Hey!

- Look at them! - You should tighten the reins on Silvia!

- Look who's talking. What about Serena? - She and I have an open relationship.

- "Wide-open", I would say. Look there! - Let's go!

Well? Hey!

- What are you doing? Talking with Big Jim? - Don't be stupid!

"What's"... what? "What's American boy"?

(mocking the English language)

Now go away both of you, please!

- What did he say? - He said: "Kiss my ass"!

"Americano", entertain us!

Guys, what record do you want me to select? "Jerks on water"?

Come on, go and do your show! Come on!

Isn't this jukebox working? Go on and take your bath, baby boy.

Why don't you come out so we can talk about it?

You are murderers, you know?

- Come on, stop it! - Ustica is your fault, because you're murderers.

It's you who killed them.

- Who was it, then? Me? - The Italian pilot.

- Sons of bitches! - Bastards!

- Where are you going? Murderers! - You asshole!

- Where are they going? - Let's go!

Let's go to the hole, come on!

Raise it!

Go, go!

Go away!

Fucking Americans!

The girl's name was Ut, and she was the only survivor of her people,

which had been wiped out in the terrible Fifteen-Moon War.

During the dinner, Hans found out that Ut was his brother's favorite.

but their eyes kept meeting.

After the feast, the young man found himself walking in the palace's gardens.

He was thinking back to that girl, when he met her near an oak.

Hans broke the silence first: "Couldn't you sleep?"

"Since the day I was saved, I have been deprived of sleep",

answered the girl.

Let's go!

You spoiled everything.

- What? - I want to surf.

You want to do what? Are you nuts?

Maybe he would have let me try.

- He... who? - The captain.

- Who is this "captain"? - The one who saved your life.

Martino, it's better for you that I go.

Do you remember the story of Dragut?

It was Mom's favorite.

Martino, please!

The other day it came back to my mind, here, on the beach.

Stop it!

Mom is no longer with us.

- If she were still alive, I'd bring her here. - What nonsense!

Dad is right, you have a peculiar mind.

- You think Dad's always right! - Sure he's right,

he works his ass off to provide for us. All of us.

You, who are an asshole...

do you know what working at a machine press 8 hours a day means?

And you know all about it?

At least I have respect for our father.

You have to be born 4 times before you can criticize Dad!

And twice before you can speak to me!

The young man, finding the courage inside himself, asked her:

"I saw how you were looking at my brother. Do you love him?"

"I do not love. Love is impossible for me."

"I can't believe it, only the dead cease to love",

said Hans, upset.

Ut came near him and gave him a long kiss on the lips.

The girl's eyes stayed still, though,

like two crystal spheres.

Hans noticed that, and detached himself from her, petrified.

You can't stay here. Do you understand?

Go away!

- Listen, don't make me angry. Go away! - Can I try?

May I try your board?

Go away!

Can I try?

I know it's not you who shot down the DC-9.

Thank you for your solidarity!

I also know you're not imperialistic murderers or cowards.

And it's not true that you're not going to the Russian Olympics because you're afraid of losing.

- Who told you all those things? - My father.

Your father?

- Is your father a Communist? - Very Communist.

If he saw me here, he would send me to Siberia.

Can I try? At least once!

- What's your name? - Martino.

Martino?

I'm busy now. Go away.

Well? Won't you let me try?

Tired?

No.

Surfing is tiring.

Not much.

You have a peculiar style.

Tell me how to stand up on the board.

Patience.

Discipline.

Just like in anything that is difficult.

- Will you teach me? - No.

Buy yourself a board and start on your own.

You don't need me to teach you.

Where? They are not sold here.

- Really? - Yes.

- Without a board it's difficult. - Exactly.

You are a strange boy.

You are strange, too.

I have to go now. You'd better go, too.

Tomorrow morning, here, at 7:00.

And bring a T-shirt,

to surf.

Captain!

That T-shirt... did your father give it to you?

Yes, why?

- Lie down along this line. - Why?

- No questions. You do as I say. Understood? - Yes.

Jump!

Down!

Jump!

OK, go down.

Jump!

No.

No, this one.

It's called "take off".

Too heavy, and you fall. Too light, and you fall anyway.

Now then, go down.

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Good!

See? You're no longer falling.

Very good.

Keep your center of gravity low.

Look ahead. Balance is the key to everything.

Not too loose, but not too stiff either.

What are you doing? Exercises?

Where are the others?

I don't know. I was riding my bike.

Well then, I'll swim while you train.

Come!

Massimo told me you're going back home at the end of July.

I leave August 1st.

- Why don't you stay longer? - Why should I stay?

So you can see me surf, once I've learned.

I'll come back next year. Why don't you come to visit me?

- How? - By train. You know... choo choo!

- I really have to go now. - No, wait.

If you stay, we'll watch the sunset on the sea.

It's impossible to see the sunset from here. And I really have to go home.

- Why is it impossible? - Because the sun sets behind us.

It rises in the East and sets in the West. Understand?

My aunt always takes me to watch the sunset on the sea.

- Where does your aunt live? - In Gallipoli.

- Gallipoli is in the West. - What's that got to do with it?

The Earth is spherical, not flat.

So, if you go West, you eventually end up in the East.

- East and West are directions, not points. - What's that got to do with it?

- What's that got to do with it?! - Direction of the point.

You're really ignorant, you know that? Bye!

Stop! Don't move!

- Why? - There are unexploded bombs. Be careful!

Bombs?

Yes, I know where they are. There's one right in front of you.

- Oh my God! And now? - Don't worry. Take 8 steps to the right.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

- Lion steps or gazelle steps? - Seagull steps.

- Seagulls fly! - Ssh! Don't get distracted!

6, 7, 8.

Turn toward the sea

and take 10 steps.

1, 2, 3,

4, 5, 6,

7, 8!

You have miscalculated.

Bye, surfer!

Ut's father, during the extermination of his people,

wanted to save his little daughter.

So they fled on a small boat.

After weeks of navigation, Ut woke up in his father's arms.

She called him, but he didn't answer. He was dead.

The little girl was disconsolate for 20 days and 20 nights. She never stopped crying.

That's why Ut cannot love; she shed all her tears in the sea,

the tears that pain brings, and the tears that love offers.

Once again.

Go!

Paddle! Good!

Come!

Let's go!

Go! Stand up!

- What a shitty sport! - Falling is not a sport.

Some military service wouldn't do you any harm.

- We can take you, if you wish! - No, thanks.

Shortcuts don't exist.

You remind me of my son, when he was your age.

you hate to lose.

He broke 4 boards when he started,

and he would always blame the boards.

And then?

And then...

He realized it was his fault, not the board's.

He began learning for real,

and, at the age of 17, he won his first competition.

And now?

- He doesn't surf anymore. - Why?

Is he dead?

What are you saying?

You were talking about him in the past tense.

It seemed to me that...

I'm sorry.

One night, Hans dreamed of sweet Ut telling him:

"Help me love again."

"Learn how to recognize and tame sea waves."

"Sail toward the horizon. After you've crossed it,"

"you'll find a secluded cove. There, on the bay's bottom,"

"you'll see the magic jar, that contains the world's tears."

"Bring it to the surface. I'll recover my tears,"

"and all men, in every part of the world,"

"will be set free from pain and violence."

I've beaten you, haven't I?

- Bath? - Bath! - Bath for everyone!

Serena, come into the water!

- Are you ready? - Yes. - Let's go.

Stop!

Stop!

Comrades, today, 29 July 1980,

I declare that Torre Nera beach is free!

Now the proletarian red flag is waving above this shore.

I therefore rename it from "Torre Nera" (Black Tower) to "Torre Rossa" (Red Tower).

- Let's drown him! - Let's drown him!

Dis-sent! Dis-sent! Dis-sent!

Go! Go!

Help!

The beach is ours!

- Yankee go home! - Yankee go home!

Come on! Come on!

Dis-sent! Dis-sent! Dis-sent!

Dis-sent! Dis-sent! Dis-sent!

Dis-sent! Dis-sent! Dis-sent!

You always have to sit for 10 minutes, and study the sea.

The sea is like a heart.

You have to understand when it's accelerating and when it's relaxing.

Now it's relaxed.

Then "sets" will come: 4 or 5 waves in a row.

When you see your wave, you have to paddle as hard as you can.

And when you feel that the board is sliding forward, then it has caught you.

At that point, "combat position".

Easy, isn't it?

Come here!

Go!

- Good! - Yes!

Not bad, huh?

Catching the foam is easy. Now you have to catch the real waves.

That girl who took a lot of pictures of you... who is she?

- A friend of mine. - Ah!

Just a friend?

She likes you.

She's my brother's girlfriend.

What a pity!

I don't like her, anyway.

She's beautiful, but I don't understand her.

- She's not my type. - Sure!

Martino!

- Good, you stood up. - Nothing to it!

Looking at you, I wouldn't think so.

- Never mind him. - What happened here?

Cut it out. Look, I took some pictures of you.

- Look at this, too! - Come on, let go of me!

- They are going! - You asshole! - Can't I even joke?

Yankee go home!

Bath! Bath! Bath!

Let's go, Massimo.

- Go! Go! - Come on, Silvia!

Wait for me!

Driven by his love's urge,

Hans found a small sailing ship, and headed toward the horizon.

Every port he called at, learned of his story and his destiny.

Every mile covered, further increased his legend.

The young man from Drag who loved Ut. People began calling him "Dragut".

Show me.

Nothing serious.

Combat position, Martino. You never listen to me.

The sea is too rough today, it's not good.

Blah blah blah... You talk too much and think too little.

You were too sure of yourself, that's why you got hurt.

When you're too self-confident and make mistakes, you can hurt yourself much worse.

- Are waves that big where you live? - Much bigger.

- Did your son learn on those waves? - Yes.

- Did he ever get hurt? - Sometimes he did.

But he would always go back into the water afterward.

- Your son is brave. - I don't know.

Joel always did what I expected from him.

He was always the first, in everything.

And then?

He became estranged from me, and from my life.

He left the army.

He went away. Just like that!

Without talking to me.

- Maybe he had gotten tired of it. - One cannot get tired of it.

The army is like a family.

If you're part of it, you are somebody.

Everywhere in the world, you are recognized and respected.

Perhaps he no longer felt like being recognized wherever he went.

What?

Yes, with a tag around his neck, like a dog.

Yes!

Martino!

Oh fuck!

Martino! Get out!

- Who is he? - My father.

Let's go, we're going home.

- Who told you I was here? - Let's go!

- Leave me alone, I'm going on my own. - Good morning, I'm Jeff Clark.

- I gave your son some surfing lessons. - Good.

- He's learning well. - Go to the car, come on!

Do as he says.

He didn't do anything wrong!

Do you know what your problem is? You are arrogant.

You come here and think you can do whatever you please, whenever you please.

Perhaps it's you who pressed the button.

Or maybe it was one of your little friends!

We didn't kill anyone.

You killed 81 people over Ustica. As if it were nothing!

- You don't care about the relatives of the dead. - We didn't kill anyone.

- Dad! - You scumbag!

Let's go. Come on!

Come on!

Come on, get out!

Dragut broke the mainmast three times.

There wasn't a meter of sail that didn't need mending,

and, during a storm, a rope, torn by the wind,

hit him in the face, scarring him permanently.

Yet every time Dragut built a new mainmast,

repaired the holes, and wore dry clothes,

ready to sail again toward that magic place, the destination of his voyage.

Look, it's Dragut's sail! Can you see it, too?

I have something for you.

What?

A present.

It's new.

The right size for you.

Why?

Because I want to surf today, and you don't have a board.

Thank you!

- From here to here, OK? - OK.

Does it hurt?

I'm used to it.

It mustn't be easy.

But I'm back in the water again.

Right!

My father would like me to be a different person.

He wants you to grow up well.

He may make mistakes, but I'm sure he wants the best for you, like all fathers.

How can he know what's best for me, if even I don't know?

- Have you tried telling him? - You cannot talk to him:

either you obey, or you run away. Like soldiers.

Surfing is wonderful. I'm glad I asked you to teach me.

"Asked"? Forced! Your head is much harder than this board!

Is anyone able to tell you "no"?

Your friend?

She loves you, not your brother!

- But how can I be sure? - "Sure" doesn't exist.

You always have to take chances.

If you want to catch a wave, what do you do?

You paddle as hard as you can.

If you catch it, you surf. Otherwise, you start over.

Captain, I must tell you something.

- It is I who stole your tag. - It's called "dog tag".

- What? - Our tag.

It's really called ''medaglietta per cani'' (dog tag).

I had never thought about it: it's a shitty name!

I can't give it back to you; I gave it as a gift.

I know, I saw it around your friend's neck.

Martino...

- I'm leaving next week. - Where are you going?

- I'm going back home. - To surf on the big waves?

I live in Washington. There are no big waves there.

- Why are you going there, then? - To look for my son.

Things have changed and I would like him to know.

Here comes your big wave!

Dragut kept sailing for weeks and weeks,

until he reached the horizon.

As soon as he crossed it, he sighted the small bay, his destination.

That night, he dreamed that his woman was sleeping peacefully

with her lips half-opened in a very sweet smile.

I told Massimo I was sleeping over at Serena's.

- Why? - Otherwise he'd have bothered me.

I think he's jealous of you.

Ah, really?

- Are you hungry? - Yes.

- What would you like? - Hmm...

- Lobster? - At once!

Come on, that's gross!

Shall I eat it?

Be careful, Martino!

Sorry.

"Summer 1980"

"Martino moving the sunset"

"Martino moving the sunset"

"Martino and his American captain"

Martino!

Martino, where are you?

Martino?

Why did you go away?

Stay here, don't go away.

Come. I'll take you to a wonderful place.

- I'm scared. - Why?

Are you cold?

I don't know.

It was the first time for me. For you, too?

Martino!

Gosh. What do we do now?

Don't worry, it's not your fault.

Wait for me here.

Please.

Martino, you have problems. Serious problems, you know?

Go get your stuff.

Don't you understand, Dad's really pissed off. He's gonna beat you black and blue.

- Why aren't you with Silvia? Isn't she leaving tomorrow? - What business is it of yours?

- Do you still like her? - What's that got to do with it?

Answer me.

Martino, I'm sleepy. It's 8:00 am, it's early.

- Anyway, I think I'm gonna dump her. - Really?

She's a bitch.

First she flirts with me, she teases me.

Now, all of a sudden, she behaves like a nun.

She says she's waiting for the right one for her, and all that bullshit.

Do you know how many (penises) she's already taken?

How many?

So to speak, Martino! It's an idiom!

She's taken many, anyway.

If you asked her, she might take yours, too.

- Let's go, come on. - Leave it.

Where is Silvia?

- I don't know, she slept over at Serena's. - How do you know she slept over at Serena's?

- Silvia! - She's not here.

- She's not here, I said! - Why is her stuff here, then?

- Let go of me, I don't know where she is. - Hi, Massimo!

- Where were you? - I was swimming.

- At this time? - Yes, at this time.

- Did you sleep together on the beach? - No. - No.

So you...

Leave him alone. What do you think happened? With Martino?

Why are you here at this time, then?

I woke up early, and I just went for a swim.

He was only keeping me company.

Come on.

Don't be paranoid! You've got it into your head!

You are a liar, anyway. Understand?

A liar! A liar!

- Fight back, geez! Fight back! - Stop it!

Fight back! Where is mummy? - Stop it!

Oh my God, Massimo! Massimo, answer me!

Massimo!

Martino, what have you done?

Get in, quick!

Martino, you'll be sorry if you don't!

Massimo is still in hospital, he has 15 stitches in his head!

Martino!

Martino, get in, that's an order!

"Martino and his American friend"

At dawn, Dragut lowered his boat.

When he reached the middle of the bay, he saw a glow deep below him.

He stopped, took his clothes off, and dived.

He swam underwater, until he touched the bay's sandy bottom.

On the bay's bottom, he saw the magic jar

that contained the world's tears.

He grabbed it,

and he pulled it toward himself with all his strength.

He didn't give up.

He kept pulling it until he extracted it from the sand.

Ut will have her tears back,

and all men will be set free from pain and violence.

Dreaming does not mean forgetting.

This film is dedicated to the 85 victims of the Bologna train station bombing of 2 August 1980.

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