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This film, like the previous, BREAD, LOVE AND DREAMS,

takes place in Sagliena, an imaginary Abruzzi town.

The inhabitants of an imaginary town are, logically, also imaginary.

And more than ever imaginary are the Marshal Antonio Carotenuto and

his police force, which transformed by the narrator,

are from the tough tradition of the Meritorious Corps which,

to all its members, without exception,

even with the traditional Latin humanity,

teaches and enforces the moral and military discipline

which for over a century has been its most glorious legacy.

BREAD, LOVE AND JEALOUSY

At Sagliena, the day after the feast of St. Anthony..

Good morning, Caramella. - Morning.

We're late this morning, huh? - Yeah.

Is the Marshal up? - What does it matter to you? Eh?

It matters to me a lot! The Marshal is almost my master.

That'll be the day!

Good morning, Marshal! - Good morning, Tresinella!

Is Donna Annarella sleeping? - Yes, she is. - Sweet Dreams!

Raffaele! Ciccino! Pasquale! Get on! We're leaving!

Maestro, I'm the Warrant Officer, Sir Antonio Carotenuto.

Sir Giovanni Vidillo. - Ah, Sir! My compliments.

Presidential? - No, royal.

Excuse me, if I didn't come yesterday to compliment you on the magnificent concert.

My work.. - Inescapable commitments. - We know, we know. - You too?

Last night, they were only talking about you. - This town! - Yeah.

All nicely commented on your engagement with the midwife.

You are truly an exceptional man, much esteemed!

What can I do, poor people! I try to humanize the law here. You understand?

It does you honor. - Pardon me, If I'm late with the congratulations.

You have a magic wand.

The aria from "Butterfly", you made it luminous! Luminous.

I'm ashamed to say it but I had tears in my eyes. I was moved.

So lovely! So lovely!

# One fine day we shall see..

a thin trail of smoke..# - Yes, yes.

And that potpourri, that potpourri of Aida, that you masterly directed.

Would you allow me one objection?

Excuse me. I apologize also to your collaborators. - Please.

May I say one thing?

I would have stressed

a bit more a warrior like cadence for the march.

It's a matter of taste, you know.

I like the martial, perhaps because I'm a.. a military man.

But I would've made it more martial.

Giovanni, get on!

Have a good trip and forgive the chatter. - Don't mention it. - Good luck, Maestro!

Lots of luck! Lots of luck!

Good luck, Marshal and many sons. - Thanks, thank you.

Let the Marshal hear Aida. Ready?

Baiocchi?

Your orders!

Bring the typewriter to my room. - Yes, Sir!

The Marshal is a bit weird.

Why does he want to marry Annarella?

Why, isn't it a good marriage? - Good! Have you heard the news?

Annarella has a natural son, at Rome, in a boarding school.

Who is it?

Don Emidio? - Annarella here? - She's sleeping. - Wake her up.

Have a seat.

Sit down.

What's the matter? - Why do you want to know? Leave.

Annar�?

Annar�! Annar�!

Who is it? Who is it? - Don Emidio's here.

Who? - The priest.

His face is dark and he has a letter in his hand.

Oh, God, again! I know who sent it.

Who? - Go and make the coffee. I'm on my way.

Who sent him? - Go, go, go, go!

Excuse me.

Well.. - Tresinella, go please. Go, go, go, go!

May I? - Come in.

Caramella, I don't want to be disturbed for any reason.

Understand? - As you wish. - Fine.

Let's make a draft first. - Yes, Sir.

It's a very confidential matter. - I understand completely.

What? - It's a personal matter.

Understand? - A policeman will keep a secret at the cost of his life. - Good.

Write. "Sagliena, there.." - There where?

There where? The date there! - Ah, the date!

"To the Commander of the Legion.." Write the rest later, it's only a draft.

To the left! "Object: two points."

"Resignation." - Resignation? You?

Yes, my resignation.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry with all my heart.

Thank you. I'm sorry also.

Write, "The writer.." No, better write, "Warrant Officer, Antonio Carotenuto.."

"son of Gennaro and Rosa Sartori Scognamiglio."

No need to put Scognamiglio. - Yes, you need to. Yes!

I want them to know my relatives. - Yes, sir.

Born in Sorrento, May 15.. - May? Bull!

What bull? - May is under the bull right, right?

You mean "Taurus". - One says "bull".

Taurus! - Yes, sir.

"May 15.." - "1901.." - 1901? You're 53! - Yes. - You don't look it. - Thanks.

"Commander of this local station", comma..

"asks this command, not to renew my annual reenlistment.."

"and to be placed on indefinite leave for family matters." Period.

Marshal, you're wanted. - Who? - Annarella.

What's this confidential, familiar tone?

From now on, say Donna Annarella.

Anna, good morning. - Good morning.

I'm dictating the letter you know about.

Before you send it, we need to speak. When can we?

In a quarter of an hour I'll be with you. - Fine, until then.

Let's hurry. Where were we?

"to be placed on indefinite leave for family matters."

They will want to know the reasons, there will be an inquiry.

I resign because I've found happiness.

The truth! - Then we're all unhappy in the force?

Yeah, it would sound like an insult. I quit because I fell in love.

But you're allowed to fall in love in the force.

Baiocchi, I have spring in my heart and I'm dictating a bureaucratic letter.

Fine, "A post I'm leaving, because I desire.."

No, no: "ardently.." No, "I aspire..."

That's it, that's it: "I aspire"..

"to conjoin with a lady whose family situation.."

"is incompatible with the rules of the regiment."

Why are you looking at me? - Just looking. - Stop, I don't like it.

Fine, I'll look the other way. - Write. No, read it again.

"because I aspire to join with a lady.."

Who told you to write "join"? - You! - Me? I said "conjoin".

But "join" is the same thing.. - No, "join" is too much prosaic.

It's true, it's prosaic. "I aspire to conjoin.." I'll fix it later.

"with a lady whose situation is incompatible with the regiment. "

Where is "the rules of"? - What? - "the rules of".

I left it out. - You were wrong to.

If you don't you put it, it messes it up. "to the rules of the regiment."

"whose family situation is incompatible with the rules of the regiment. "

"Where it is clearly forbidden.."

"to marry women provided with natural children."

- No, "provided" doesn't work.. Why do you stare at me? - I'm waiting. - Why?

To write. - Then write!

What harm is there if Donna Annarella has a natural child?

As if all the others were artificial!

And that son is a credit to Donna Annarella.

An unsuspecting girl, in love, victim of a sinister seducer.

Why do you look the other way? - Then tell me where I should look.

Write: "Where does the prohibition to marry.."

"with single women, mothers of natural children." No, not that!

Write: "Where it is forbidden to contract marriage with women resulting.."

I've never met a "woman resulting". - It doesn't matter.

"with women the parents of so-called.." Cross out "so-called".

"with children so-called natural.."

"of unmarried mothers." Period.

May I come in? - Yes.

What is it? - You need to sign the marching orders

for Officer Stelluti. - Why didn't Stelluti come?

He asked permission to say goodbye to his girlfriend. - OK.

In this village, we have only five officers and policemen.

And already two marriages! - Marshal, this is a country for love.

Yeah, it's in the air!

Frisky, your husband is here!

Where? - Down there.

Good morning, Pietro. - Good morning, Maria.

Say it again. - Good morning, Maria. Why?

Because only you call me Maria, the others call me Frisky.

It's a nice nickname, but for me you'll always be Maria.

My Maria. - Will you give me a kiss?

People may walk by. - Are you a policeman or a schoolgirl?

A policeman must show dignity.

Aren't we engaged?

You're right.

Baron? Are you getting jealous? - Go on!

He's right, with a lady like you, he can't help being jealous.

Are you becoming jealous too?

Naturally, I am. - Why, am I flirt? Do I flounce about?

No, that's not why. - Then why are you jealous?

Because you're beautiful and they all like you too much.- Is that my fault?

It's not your fault. Let's not go there.

Then you shouldn't be jealous.

I will try.

Let's take a picture. - Wait!

Dressed like this! - That's who you are.

I get it, you like me to look like a beggar.

But you're pretty like that. Stay that way: natural. Ready?

No, darn it, natural, unfettered. - But I'm not fettered.

Done! - What? You didn't warn me!

It's better. Now try to hug the donkey.

Baron, courage! You must be natural, do it for me, eh?

Marshal, can I rip up the draft? - Yes.

Can I go? - Yes, go ahead.

Marshal, tear up that letter!

Caramella, don't bud in! - You're really bewitched. - What?

Could be. Love plays these tricks.

There is no need to resign just to make love.

Caramella, you know why I resign. - And how!

Annarella has a son without being married and you marry her just the same.

What kind of Marshal are you? - I won't allow this!

I can allow this and more.

First of all, because I love you and then because I defend the Corps.

Marshal, I've been serving the Corps for 30 years.

30 years in the service of policemen. Yes, I feel like a policeman myself.

Caramella, you're great!

You were so nice last night, in full uniform. - I know.

I wear a uniform well. - You looked like a general.

Our uniform is very rich. - And how rich!

Everything is lovely! Lovely these designs!

Look at it. How beautiful.

Marshal, what happiness! All the tassels! All silver!

In command of so many soldiers, all neatly lined up.

Enough, Caramella. It hurts me.

I leave the Corps like I leave my mom. But what can I do? Annarella, Annarella..

I love her so much.

I'm done! I give up! You like to stand there staring open eyed.

I'm only thinking of you, not myself. You have the photos and I have nothing!

Give me a moment, you're always angry.

Look, these are all photos for you. Come and see.

You look nice in civilian clothes. - You think so?

Yes, very nice.

In 20 months, I'll be finished and then you can see me always dressed like this.

20 months. Mama mia, how long!

What's that? - That's Val Robbia, where I was born.

That dot there is our home.

Look, here you can see it up close. - Heavens, your house is really big!

Yes, there's also a stable for 20 cows.

This is the silo for hay. - Then you're rich?

Me, rich! We're peasants and that's it.

You're rich peasants. - We work and we earn.

We struggle and we don't earn.

This is a poor country. - There are only stones.

Come on, honey, it's time to go. - No, I don't want you to leave.

We can't. Discipline. - You're right.

Why did I have to pick a policeman to marry?

Anna?

At last!

Antonio, let's be reasonable. - Yes, we'll control ourselves.

Anna, remember this expectation. - I think only of you.

I dreamt about you last night. If you only knew..

Antonio let's talk about something else. - Yes, if not..

Here's the letter of resignation.

Let's go to the post office, we'll send it by express registered mail..

Calm down. Before sending that letter, you must reflect once again.

Reflect on what? - Antonio, listen.

Don Emidio came this morning. - What did he want?

He wrote to him again. - He who?

He, the father of my son.

What does he want, that so-called gentleman?

He repented, asked forgiveness, he wants to marry me.

And you? - What a question! I love you.

But Don Emidio, why is he butting in?

He says, after all, he's the father of my son. - I'll be his dad!

I love you and I'll also love the child. - You are good.

You make me crazy. Make me crazy.. - Let me go, I have to pack!

You're leaving? - Yes, but I'll be back tonight with Ottavio.

Who's Ottavio? - Ottavio, my son.

The baby! - You must meet him. - He's your son; that's all I need.

Yes, you'll have to live together. He'll consider you like a dad.

OK, but my resignation leaves with you. - Give me that letter, please.

It's yours. My first pledge of love! - Thank you.

What are you doing? - Let me mail it. - When?

I'll decide. - It's decided!

Antonio, you must think again. Decisions are dangerous when hot.

You're throwing away a career. - Why.. - Think long and hard.

You owe it to me, even before yourself.

I'm almost feeling guilty. Think again, I beg you!

Anna, you are so dear. You'll be an ideal wife.

Later. Tomorrow. Now, I'm late!

Drink. Drink some more.

I don't care for it.

Attack! - He wants to speak?

Yes! - Well then..

I..

your reverence..

don't have the words..

to thank you for it all. - Don't mention it, my son?

I..

would like to thank..

for the fine information that has been given to my mother..

on account of Maria. - My duty and pleasure.

Your future bride is a good and honest girl.

Thank you, Sir. - She's just a little lively and testy!

That's why I like her. - You're right.

Excuse me, have a good trip.

Hey you! - What? - You two need to make peace.

The heart cannot be controlled. - You see? She hates me, I don't know why.

I heard! I heard! And I'm embarrassed for her!

But what has my fiancee done to you? - Me?

Listen to me, find yourself a husband.

and you'll get rid of the devil that's in your body!

Why are you laughing? - She said something..

You won't find anything but honesty in my body!

You have to have honesty in your heart. - She's right.

Go! I'll deal with you later. Go!

Excuse her, she's a bit sour.

Well, bon voyage and see you again in 20 months.

But it's not right. - What can you do? It's regulations.

Just as a policeman gets engaged, he must immediately leave the town.

Well, yeah.. - The law is the law.

Well, good trip and I recommend wisdom, even if he doesn't need it.

Every now and then send me a postcard.

Blessings, my son!

Hey! Hey! Is that how you treat my cups!

Leave me alone! - Madonna!

Madonna, find a husband for my niece or I'll go crazy!

She did find me a husband. - Call him, I'll marry you right away.

It was the policeman! If instead of..

acting like her accomplice, you acted like mine, I'd be married by now!

What? I acted like her accomplice?

Yes, Sir. I say this with respect. - What would you say with no respect?

Why did you clear the way for Frisky?

What craziness! I only told his mother that she was an honest girl.

And isn't that a pimp?

Lord, hold back my hand and find her a husband fast!

Sampieri! The bicycle!

Ah, here are our betrothed.

Good morning, Marshal. - Morning, Marshal.

Hello, our Frisky. - I'm not yours, only his.

No, as the girlfriend of a policeman, now you're part of the Corps too. Right?

Yes, Sir. - He always says, "Yes, Sir".

Marshal, let me still take advantage of your kindness.

If I can! - You were always like an understanding father towards me.

When I could, dear! - And for this, I recommend my fiancee to you.

Hey, what are you thinking?

Maria, doesn't have a dad. - I know.

But how is that his business? - Let me talk.

I would be very, very grateful if you could watch over her.

Whatever I can do, you can count on me, Frisky.

As long as you stay here, though. - Thank you.

Hurry up, or you'll miss the bus. - She's right, you've got 10 minutes.

Am I late? - No. Excuse me. Excuse me.

But why did you have to recommend me to the Marshal?

What's wrong with that? You're an orphan.

Orphan or not, I know how to defend myself. I'm not afraid of anyone.

Maria, tell me the truth.

Did something happen between you and the Marshal?

You must tell me everything.

No, there's nothing between him and me. I just don't want him butting in.

Now go get your stuff, it's getting late.

Excuse me.

When will you write me?

Tomorrow. And you?

I'll answer immediately.

And..

when will see each other again?

I hope to have permission at Christmas.

Be careful.

Of what?

Everything.

You, too. Take care of yourself.

Bye, Anna. - Bye. - Have a good trip. - Thank you.

Goodbye! Goodbye!

May Our Lady be with you, now and forever.

Don't cry, it brings bad luck.

Who has more bad luck than me!

You want too much. Didn't you find a groom, isn't that enough?

Yes, but 20 months is a long time.

You'll see, it'll pass like a breath. Oh, my dear..

Life is a fleeting breath.

Well, you want to ride with me?

Annarella may ride with you, but I can't.

You're right, I always speak from my heart.

Stelluti recommended you to me, so I'm allowed to.

My husband had to recommend me to you? To you!

Why, what's wrong? Your boyfriend trusts me.

Your boyfriend is pure, honest.

A very nice kid. - Marshal, you are gifted!

How? - You're finding 100 ways to call him a fool.

He's not a fool. If he wasn't I'd be in love with you, not him.

Then I would be the fool? - I didn't say that. - So what am I?

You think you're smart. You're more a kid than my husband. - It's true.

I was kid too, when you revived a feeling in me.

I hoped, I dreamed that one day perhaps I could make you love me.

Then I understood, and I forgot it.

You, however, still mistrust me. You think me capable of taking advantage.

You know me poorly. I now have only one thought: Anna.

My Anna. - Marshal, you're in the wrong profession.

You're right, I had other ideals, I wanted to study music.

Music? You should have been a comedian, not a policeman!

Ciucci? - Mom, hurry up! - Love of the Holy Immaculate Mother!

May I?

Anna. - Antonio. - Welcome back. - Thank you. - Welcome back!

One day only, but for me it was a century.

Mom, I'm done, button me up. - Ottavio, you can do it by yourself!

Oh, what a treasure! - He likes his mommy to do it!

I was like that too when I was his age.

Did you hear him? He did too! Would you like to have him for a daddy?

Want me be your dad? - Go, give him a hug!

This one? Dad? - Yes, I'm Dad.

This is a grandpa.

Oh, Ottavio! - How cute!

And that's fine. It's OK. Let's be grandpa. Let's be grandpa.

You wear perfume? - Oh, here we go!

It's a bit of hair oil. Good, Ottavio, we'll become friends.

I don't want to be a policeman. - A policeman!

How sweet! You will study, you'll become a professional.

Right? - Yes, dear. - No, I want to be a footballer.

Ottavio, what the.. Are you hurt?

Go to the kitchen, march! - Wait, just tell me one thing. - Obey me!

I'm sorry! - For what?

Can you get used to living with Ottavio?

Annarella, I could get used to a dozen kids.

Marshal!

Yes, dear? - Are you for Latium or Rome?

Which one are you? - For Rome. - Me too!

Viva Rome! Viva Rome!

How nice! How nice your son is.

Marshal, open up! - Finish your snack, then we'll talk.

You can't, Tresinella is in there too.

Why did you close it? - Come here. What do you want from your daddy?

Tresinella said you have a motorcycle.

If you go into the kitchen, tomorrow I'll bring you. - Far? - Very far.

The farmer's wife is coming up for the injection. - Go on.

See you tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

See you later. - We're in the country, even the stones have ears.

We're always under somebody's eye!

Excuse me! - Come in! Come in!

One can't make love like this!

What is this contraption?

It weaves.

What are you weaving?

My dowry. - What's a dowry?

The linen which a bride brings with her.

And the cotton? - Rumbumb�! Rumbumb�!

He didn't want to give me credit!

But I need it for my dowry. I'm not going to my husband like a beggar!

What beggar! That policeman will kiss you covered in dirt!

Where are you going? - I want to speak to Rumbumb�.

Wait, if you want to earn some money, I know a way.

And you didn't tell me? - Won't you give me a chance?

Listen.. Caramella.. - Yeah?

Is not well. - And? - She needs help.

Me! The Marshal's servant! No way!

OK. - Good morning.

Why didn't you give Mom credit. - The account is large.

We always paid! - This year the harvest has been half a famine.

But there would be..

Good morning. - Good morning. I took a pound of beans.

Good, you did very well.

Frisky, I can't waste anymore time on you.

Rumbumb�, I could sell the donkey, I'll pay you the bill.

And if the donkey dies? - Don't give Baron the evil eye!

I told you that there could be a way. I like you, you know.

Always the same song. Please! - Wait!

You found a husband.

What more do you want? He's far away.

And your point? - I am discreet.

I'll give you the whole dowry.

Take that!

Drop dead!

You have done well, good! - I can't believe it..

I don't believe it! - Don't cry, calm down.

So, what do you recommend? Should I go serve the Marshal?

Yes, go. Caramella is your godmother, she loves you. - Ah, yes..

But what about the Marshal? - The Marshal is getting married. - So what?

He'll always be the philandering type.

Poor Marshal! He has quite a reputation. - Yeah..

but the gossips.. - The gossips.. watch the cord!

There always been gossips and there always will be.

This service would a job for you?

Yes. - And you work to get your dowry, right? - Yes!

And you want the dowry, right? - Of course. - Well then..

As the saying goes:

"Do what you have to do.."

"come what may."

Did you come for St. Anthony? - No.

My saint is Saint Michael, with his saber over the devil.

Only he can protect me from gossip. - You're right.

In the name of the Father, of the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Frisky is going to serve under the Marshal.

Oh, Jesus, Mary! - What did I tell you? - Who told you? - She did.

The Marshal planning to have lots of fun and Caramella will play the bawd.

Yes, but you must tell Annarella, you must.

I'm telling you this will bring on the earthquake!

Hello, Sir. Don't you recognize me?

I'm the midwife's servant - Oh, yeah!

You come to do your shopping? - Yes, I have come to the fair.

Do you need any help? - Thank you, very kind.

Say hello to the Frisky for me. - Of course. Sit down.

I'm so pleased that Frisky is going to serve the Marshal.

What? - Yeah, Caramella became ill.

Oh, poor thing, I'm sorry. - I'm sorry too.

But I'm more sorry for the talk that's going about. - Talk?

What talk? - Bad talk. - Ah, yes?

Better not to talk. I don't want to upset you.

Upset me! How come?

People say that the Marshal finds Frisky attractive.

And Caramella brought her into his house on purpose.

But that's a slander. - I say so too, but..

You know how people murmur.

The slanderers say that you're too good.

You're a little too..

a little too trusting. There.

But if I were you, I'd go immediately to Sagliena.

Today you're here, tomorrow they'll send you far away, to Sicily, to Sardinia.

Thank you. - Be well.

What a surprise! Frisky here? - Good morning. - Good morning.

Are you masquerading? - I'm sick.

But you were fine earlier. - Yeah, it happened all of the sudden.

I can't move and I asked her mother to help me with the work.

Hey, don't start thinking things! I only came because she's my godmother.

Iron, iron! - I know you didn't do it for me. - Yes.

I'm a saint who gives no grace. - Don't burn the pants!

Jesus, Mary! - Dear God!

Caramella, what do you have? Do you know?

The twist. - The twist? What's that?

The twist. It spins, spins here and under here.

It's as if a fly were..

When I get up, I fall to the ground. - You had it before? - 20 years ago.

It came so strong on the eve of the earthquake. - Mama mia!

Godmother, don't jinx us! - What jinxing?

It's a natural phenomenon. - Then should we expect an earthquake?

Marshal, don't listen to her. - Frisky? - Who's there?

Frisky?

It's Ricuccio. - Tell him that when Don Emidio is ready for baptism..

he'll let me know and I'll go be a godfather.

Don't worry, leave the Marshal to me.

Then the Marshal will go to Matteo's lunch and not mine!

Don't shout!

What? You don't trust your little cousin? - I do! I do!

But you'll forget. Get it? - If I say leave it to me, leave it to me!

Leave it to you? - I'll take care of it.

Caramella? - What do you need?

The dark pants. - Coming!

The Twist. - Forget it, I got it. - No!

I know how to defend myself. Besides, I have to tell him something.

What? - I'll tell you later.

May I? - What is it? What?

The dark pants. - Good, put them there.

Marshal, can I ask you a favor. - Ask and you shall receive.

Ricuccio is my cousin. - I'm happy to hear it.

I become Ricuccio's godfather, then I become your cousin's godfather.

If you're his godfather, why do you go to Matteo's lunch and not his?

He invited me before. - Ricuccio is very sad.

It makes me sad too.

Fine, fine. I'll go first to have coffee with Ricuccio.

Coffee is not enough, you have to have lunch.

Two lunches are too many, Frisky.

Marshal.

Okay, I'll eat twice. Count on it.

Thank you, Sir.

Are you going nutso? - He plays Pulcinella and I'm nutso!

Iron, iron! - He's doing gymnastics! Gymnas..

# Sun shining, sun of love..

What's the matter? - Nothing.

I'm thinking about my husband.

Godfather Marshal is late. - He had a lot to do.

Maybe he went to the Ricuccio's home. - Why do you say that?

What? Don't you know that Frisky got him to have lunch with Ricuccio.

Who says? - People.

Here's the marshal. The Marshal! The Marshal!

Greet the Marshal! - Good morning.

Good day to all. Sorry for the delay.

Here's enough to feed a regiment! - It's like Lent for us all year long.

Anna, with this creature in your arms you look like a masterpiece.

Is it true you're going to Ricuccio? - Yes, what's wrong with that?

Two lunches! - I'm just going for coffee, Ricuccio has a lot..

Who Ricuccio or Frisky?

Anna, what are you imagining? - Marshal, sit down.

Annarella, please, put the child on the other side.

Of course, come, here dear. - Don't take it bad, I just want to be near you.

Smile! - Enjoy your meal all! - Thank you. - Eat.

Come here.

Remember, you have to feed the Marshal well. - Don't worry.

That he'll go to Rinuccio's all filled up and not be able to eat another bite.

Don't eat too much. - Don't eat too much. - Mind your business!

Marshal, do me the honor.

Easy, easy, easy, easy!

But this is a plate for six! - This is just an appetizer.

Must I eat all of it? - All, or else they'll be offended.

Really? - And you have to have more. - But no!

It's just an appetizer. - And you'll do it?

No. - Won't they be offended? - No, they don't insist with women.

Here women eat in secret and in public don't have an appetite.

I get it. Only the men have to burst.

Enjoy. - Thank you. - Let's eat.

Succulent!

Antonio, do you feel unwell? - No. I undid a button, I feel a little tight.

Drink this coffee, it'll relieve you. - Thank you. I'll go a bit outside.

I need a bit of air. - I'll come with you.

Let's come too, so many here are quite drunk.

A little liqueur? It'll kill the coffee. - And you'll kill me.

Is it good? - Is it locally made? - My wife made it. - Congratulations.

What a little devil! - But he's a baby! - It's a loaded gun!

Don't play with guns, they're dangerous.

Godfather Marshal. - Ricuccio. - Lunch is ready, waiting for you.

What do you want? - I want my godfather. - My lunch is not finished!

We must eat fried cakes and mulled wine.

Matteo, this'll end with me killing you! - Come down here!

Enough!

You're really going to Ricuccio's? - Yes, the law is equal for everyone.

Godfather, you must come too. - No, I don't want to offend Matteo.

I don't want to displease Ricuccio. - Thank you. - My hat!

You don't want to displease Frisky. - Why, Anna!

I'm above all this. - Marshal, I brought Baron.

Anna, I must! I must.

Will you join us. - No, thank you.

Come on!

Marshal, you're worse than Judas.

Here is the Marshal.

Good morning, everyone. - Marshal, come on.

Sorry for the delay, but I was held up at another banquet.

Good day. Good day.

Maria, give it here. It's for the children. Eat!

Here he is! - Oh, Frisky!

With this creature in your arms you look like a masterpiece.

Marshal, knock it off. - Little beauty, little one.

Godfather, this is my wife. - Pleased, godmother.

My pleasure.

What, four days after the birth, you're up?

She wanted to be up to honor you at this lunch. - I'm honored.

For heaven's sake. - Godfather, sit. - Thank you.

Marshal, these macaroni I made them with my own hands.

Nice! Nice! Ricuccio, you promised me coffee.

This is our coffee.

I can't begin this again. - My lunch is not good enough?

It is, it is! I'm here with you.

Marshal, you don't like my pasta?

Frisky, I love everything about you.

Then, eat!

You want me dead! - Marshal, you're making Carmella cry.

I'm making her cry? - Yes!

And you'll make her lose her milk too. - I'll make her lose it? - Yes!

Yes, Sir. If you don't eat, Carmella will lose her milk from sadness.

And your godbaby dies!

I'm eating! I'm eating! Losing the milk! What an exaggeration!

Give me your plates.

Excuse me, Marshal. Excuse me, eh!

I want to make a toast.

This wine is beautiful and pleasing, St. Anthony did the squeezing.

Who drinks it becomes a bull, to.. to.. to the health of the Marshal. "

You must give a speech. - No!

Quiet, the Marshal will speak.

On this day so lucky, though I feel a bit sucky..

Some water for the Marshal. - What, you're feeling ill? - No.

Let us drink some whiskey, to the fair and lovely Frisky!

If I knew, I would've prepared.

Frisky! You give a speech too!

Mamma! - Yes! - Do I have to speak? - Yes, you do!

Star of my eyes!

Come on, don't cry! Come on!

Don't cry, Maria Antonia, don't cry! - At these parties, she always moved.

Don't be moved. - Come on, Frisky!

With all my heart, I make this toast..

to the policeman, I love the most! - Bravo! Bravo!

Music! Music!

This is the last liquidation sale from Milan!

I'm here just for you!

Morning, Marshal. - Morning.

I bring bassinets and diapers, little shoes and bonnets!

Are you looking for anybody? - I heard there was a blessed event.

I brought some babywear.

Get out! You cheated me once, but never again.

Don't be a pest. - I cheated you? - Go away.

Ma'am? - Miss, please. - Miss? - May I, Dad?

Little shoes, bassinets! I even have baby diapers!

The final liquidation sale from Milan!

We greet these lovely ladies. - Don Vincenzo, what are you doing here?

I heard there were two baptisms.

I brought a few bassinets. Stuff for kids, for babies.

It's hot, isn't, Ma'am? But here there's no dancing? No music?

Why, where is there dancing? - At Ricuccio's they started to dance.

You hear that, Annarella? Dancing at Ricuccio's. - Yes, I heard.

What's the Marshal doing? - The Marshal has fun in his own way.

The Marshal knows how to live, I know him well. - You know him? - Yes.

Yes, we're both from Sorrento.

But what kind of man is the Marshal?

He's a true prince, a gentleman. - I'm glad to hear it.

But he has only one defect: he likes the ladies.

It's a family tradition. - Speak lower. - What do you mean by that?

His grandfather, the dearly departed, was called the "Bull of Sorrento."

He made an Austrian duchess go crazy.

They called his father: "The Swedish Don Juan".

Because he specialized in courting the Swedes who came to Sorrento.

The Marshal is not far behind. When he sees a female..

There's no escape, he never leaves off until she's his.

I can tell you that in this country he's found some nice game.

Annarella, what did I tell you? - No, I can't believe it.

And who could? When the Marshal does something, he does it in secret.

Because, we Neapolitans, in matters of love, are like tombs, like graves.

The waltz is a truly aristocratic dance.

Marshal, you're out of breath. - What do you mean? I am a waltz master.

Once upon a time! - Say what? - Maybe once, when you were young!

Look, I challenge all the lads of the country.

Maestro, speed up the time.

And you close you eyes, if your head starts to spin. - OK.

Oh, God, my head is spinning!

I can't take it anymore. Oh, God! Oh, God!

Annarella. - Annarella, my head is spinning!

Annarella, may I have the honor? - Please, continue with the spectacle.

The waltz is my passion.

You have too many passions. - Passions lawful, innocent.

Yeah, with that goody two-shoes there.

You say that to me? - Yes, to you! - To you! - What do you have to say?

What they all say. - All! - What do they say?

I don't want to dirty my mouth.

I'm just sorry for your idiot of a boyfriend.

Marshal, she's drunk. - No, I reason and reason fine.

Speak, if you dare! Speak!

Calm down! Calm down! - Marshal, if she doesn't speak, I'll choke her!

I'll speak, I'll speak, since you want to know.

The whole country knows it. - What do they know? Speak! Speak!

Maybe because I went on the Marshal's bicycle?

I don't go frolicking with him while he's on duty.

Silence! Tell me who told you this slander! - Slander?

Even the stones know what you did while on duty! - Me?

I'll put a stop to these slanderers! Where are they?

Do you dare make threats? - Yes, I dare. It's my duty!

You, even you? - Yes, me! What are you saying, Donna Annarella?

I have nothing to hide! - You! You!

Grandson of the "Bull of Sorrento" the son of "the Gennarino, the Swede."

These are my family business! I won't allow this!

Pietro! Pietro!

Leave me alone, I heard everything. - And you believe it?

Marshal! Marshal, explain it to him.

Mama! Mama!

They're killing me! - Yes!

And you others! Why don't you speak?

It's true. I have a bad reputation.

But you! Especially you! You know that I haven't "frolicked" with anyone!

Frisky, forget it! Forget it! It's the talk of petty women.

Marshal, the proverb says: "No more tooth, no more pain."

And you listen to me, if you want the truth, you can ask Don Emidio.

The Marshal wanted to get engaged to me, but I thought of him.

That night in the lockup, I called the Marshal.

He thought who knows what, but I told him to look after the donkey.

He thought about it and seeing the misery of our house

took out 5000 lire and put them in the pocket of my dress.

Mom thought it was was St. Anthony. That's the truth!

And the 5000 lire? - I ripped them up!

Here is the letter of resignation. Now you don't have to.

Anna! - Wait, I told you the truth.

The truth I've seen with my own eyes.

Young man, I've seen them dance American style!

Body to body. Cheek to cheek. How shameful!

Marshal, what's happening? - Women's stuff.

Excuse me. - Hold on. Where are you going?

When I recommended him to you..

I asked if there was anything between the Marshal and you.

You didn't say a word! - Why should I tell you that?

To warn me. - Why? I've always looked out for myself.

I get it.

Because I do my duty, because I have respect for all..

You southerners think I'm a fool.

But you're wrong, and you're wrong too, Marshal!

Excuse me. - Get out of here!

Get out of here! Better to lose a man like you!

Mama, what's the use in being honest?

"Frisky is a bad woman", they all say!

Even my father in the other world wouldn't believe me!

I was born to be a bad woman!

When I pass, these losers undress me with their eyes!

Rumbumb�, you like Frisky? You like her, eh!

Put your hands on me! Have a little fun!

And you? Don't you want me too?

Frisky! Frisky! Where are you going?

My daughter, what are you doing? - I was born to be a bad woman!

What are you saying? - See, how they are laughing?

What happened? - Don Emidio, they have defamed in front of my husband.

Don Emidio, I no longer believe in anything! - Well done! Well done!

If I were Pope, I'd excommunicate you all!

Daughter! My daughter! Where are you going?

Mom, I'm going to be a bad woman!

Frisky! - What do you want? - Where are you going?

I want to go far away. Far away and never come back.

Want to earn some money? - Yes, so I can pay for my trip.

The actors are looking for a maid.

What actors? - Those, over there. - Thank you, Ma'am.

Who is the boss here?

Who is it?

I'm the boss.

Whaddya want?

Are you looking for a maid? - Yes.

Is 200 lire OK?

You can eat with us and have a free pass to the shows.

OK, what do I do? - Come with me.

Now let's try it. Good!

Come on, girls.

Oh, Jesus, Jesus! Are they can-can girls?

They're showgirls. They sing and dance.

Don't they feel ashamed? - Why should they? It's done for art.

What should I do? - Give it a good sweep.

#Your perverse mouth which wants a thousand kisses.. #

No, stop! How many times have I told you to sing with more feeling?

Tell it to the feeling in my belly. - Always hungry!

Sing, it'll pass!

#Your perverse mouth which wants a thousand kisses.. #

Here's the ball, Marshal.

Great. Come in.

How much did it cost? - 2300, Marshal.

Ah! Children are expensive. But they give satisfaction.

If you say so.

It was 2300. - Yes, sir.

1000, 2000, and 300. - Thank you, Marshal.

What brand is it? English? - No, it's an Italian brand, but it's good.

Yeah? - Yeah!

What is it? What do you want? - There's the policeman Pietro Stelluti.

Still among us? - This is his marching orders.

They're sending him there? - It seems so. - Let him enter.

Come in.

Why are you back?

Yesterday I spoke with the Lieutenant.

The Lieutenant? - Yes, Sir. My superior.

I pointed out that my engagement was broken..

seeing that it was a mistake..

and that I was free from all bonds present and future.

Then the lieutenant sent me here.

Do you know what your return will mean to the eyes of your ex-girlfriend?

That it's all over. - It's over.. truly.

Yes, Sir. Truly.

It's over forever?

Yes, sir. Forever.

The lieutenant..

did he ask you the reasons for the mistake that caused the breakup?

Yes, sir. - And what did you say?

I said it was a misunderstanding.

The lieutenant would've asked you the reason for this misunderstanding.

Yes, Sir.

And you? - I said it was a misinterpretation.

The lieutenant would've wanted to know why you're engaged

and unengaged within 48 hours.

Yes, Sir. - And you?

I said it was a misunderstanding.

The lieutenant would've wanted to know the whys and wherefores.

I don't know what "wherefores" are.

It means how it happened, what were the reasons,

which people have caused the breakup.

I understand. - Finally.

I told him that the wherefores..

were a misinterpretation!

My son, you are hardheaded! No doubt about it! Hardheaded!

But you, Marshal, know better than me the reasons, the facts and the people..

which resulted in my breakup. - True, I know. But I would like to..

I would like to know what you..

what you said to our superior!

Marshal, I would like to respectfully note that..

this time it's not me, excuse me, who is hardheaded.

I'm the hardheaded one? - I wouldn't allow myself to think it,

but it's not me.

Because I simply told the lieutenant..

that it was about a..

misinterpretation. - That's it!

And that was it? - That was it.

You're right, this time the hardheaded was me.

And you're a good guy.

And if I can do anything to dispel this unfortunate and unjust,

believe me, unjust interpretation.

Very kind..

but it's all over!

Wait! Wait.

Leave it to fate. Understand?

It's mine? - Yes

Mom! - No, hush! Go play in the square. - Yes!

Who is it? - Me. - You! - Yes, it's me.

"I will go to Canossa!"

That is: I come to ask for peace and forgiveness.

Yesterday I danced, it is true, but dancing is a chaste sin.

This is not about dancing. - Anna, I swear on my conscience, on my honor,

I haven't even touched Frisky with a single finger.

I believe you. But since yesterday I'm afraid of you. - Why?

I am and always will be yours forever. Yours!

But let's get to the point. - Since yesterday, I'm afraid of you.

Since yesterday, I'm more in love with you.

How beautiful you are in the heat of passion!

How I liked you, wanted you when all quivering you lashed out against me!

Antonio, you have a tongue that every lawyer dreams of.

Tongue? These are my true feelings. Annar�, your jealousy is adorable.

Who dared?

Ottavio! I gave it to him myself. Damn!

Ah! Are you nuts! Disgusting criminal!

Bravo! Nice shot! Hooray for Rome!

You and your kind! - Yes, dear, go on!

Hooray. He's so lively, so cute!

Marshal, the priest wants see you with the utmost urgency.

You're avenged! - Why?

Don Emidio's prepared me a sermon about the dance, I'm sure.

I'm sorry that I caused.. - I have sinned and must do penance.

Excuse me, I'll be right back. # I pay for my blood..

the love I bore for you.. #

He's so nice, isn't he? - He's so out of tune!

Don Emidio, I was just coming to see you. - You know.. - I sensed it.

It was a chaste sin. - What chaste sin?

A dance in the country, fresh air. - Marshal, you danced American style.

Today you do everything American. - Oh, yeah! This is not about that.

Today we face a very delicate situation. - A delicate situation. - Very delicate.

Regarding me? - Exactly.

My heart is jumping in my chest. What happened? - This way.

Marshal, I present to you.. the uh..

May I? Spotti!

Carotenuto, a pleasure. - What did you say, I'm sorry? - Spotti!

Spotti? - Yes, Spotti!

Are you a Border Guard? - No!

Forestry. - Please.

But you're at retirement age, aren't you?

But you're in the same age group. - No, I'm in class 1910.

And you?

I'm really here to learn..

The Reverend will explain. - Am I here as a marshal or a man?

Marshal Spotti and I have been in correspondence for several months.

Spotti turned to me to seek pardon for Annarella. - Him!

You're the.. - Yes.

Yes, I'm Ottavio's father. - How dare you come here?

Yes, sir, he dared. - And by what right?

The right of a repentant sinner to repair his mistakes.

What about those who haven't sinned?

He doesn't.. - Where are the rights for those who haven't sinned?

And who would be the one claiming not to have sinned? - Me! Me!

I have with Miss..

the Miss Annarella, acted like a gentleman.

I have nothing to hide! - Shh!

Do you have nothing to hide regarding other women? - What does that matter?

It matters, my dear fellow. - I'm not your "fellow"!

You're here are as a defendant, and not a judge of my actions!

You spoke of other women, but what do you want, my biography?

You want my life story? Confess me then.

Marshal, I put to you a clear case of conscience.

You think you've nothing to hide..

Is it my fault, if Mother Nature made me this way?

Indeed. Handsome, pleasing and charming! - If you say so! - And there it is!

Who knows how many you've known? - Yes! I have loved. Loved many.

But I acted with tact, discretion and above all with caution.

The caution you've used, won't excuse you before God!

Don Emidio, do you put me on trial before the seducer of my future wife?

As a priest, I have to remind us all that we are all sinners.

Forgive, if you want to be forgiven. Understand, if you want to be understood.

Is it me who should be forgiven? Is it me who should be understood?

Don Em�! What's going on here? It's not him, but me!

Me, who, overcoming every vulgar prejudice..

and at the cost of my resignation from the Corps..

I'm going to marry an unmarried mother of a natural son!

Ottavio is my son. - Unfortunately. But I'm not to blame.

Who says it is? - Then put yourself in my shoes. - Of course.

Yes, you have every reason. - So, why are still arguing? - Yes.

Yes, you have every reason, except one. - What's that?

You can't separate a father from his son. - You want Ottavio?

Let him have him. - Then he'll be separated from his mother.

We're discussing the fate of a woman, not a slave.

I believe that the first and last word falls exclusively to Annarella.

Of course, it is up to her.

With your permission, I'll go to her. - No, you don't.

We'll all go. - First me, please!

Marshal, Annarella must decide in the freedom of her conscience.

Are you afraid that I'll intimidate her? - Intimidate? No. Charm? Yes.

Mr. Spotti, come with me. - Yes. - And you have the goodness to wait.

My fellow, I'm desolate. - Be desolate then if you want.

Let's quicken our step.

You want to fly from the enemy? You, a policeman?

Don't lose our rhythm! - Sorry.

You're the one who's losing it. - Yeah, it's me!

# You, I have forgotten, love has gone away..

because you have hearkened, to bad mouths that bray.

To be an honest lady, is not worth the strain.

it costs you tears and pain, better to be crazy.

Ohil�, better to be crazy!

Ohil�, I have to go far away! #

Come on, Baron!

She sings to keep from crying.

You think so? - She sings from despair.

She's capable of doing something crazy. Keep acting like this and

tomorrow, you'll read in the paper that Frisky drank bleach.

It'll be your fault.

Think she's capable of that? - With women you never know!

In a desperate moment they're capable of anything.

Throwing themselves in front of a train, hanging themselves..

I've known many of these wretches, when I lived in Milan.

When I worked at the morgue.

Wait a moment.

Maria. - Don't touch the donkey!

Maria.

I'm no longer Maria.

Listen. - I don't want to hear anything. - Listen.

You.. have every right to sing.

But you mustn't tease me. - I'm not teasing anyone.

Maria, listen. - Don't call me Maria.

Don't call me that or I'll rip your face off!

Calm down. - I'm calmer than Baron.

It doesn't look like it.

What do you want from me? Haven't you shamed me enough?

Maria. - You mustn't call me Maria! Don't call me that, do you understand?

Now go away! Go away! I hate you.

You really hate me? - Yes, I hate you.

I hate you. Come on, Baron.

Let's go, Baiocchi, she hates me.

# You, I have forgotten, love has gone away..

because you have hearkened, to bad mouths that bray.

To be an honest lady, is not worth the strain.

it costs you tears and pain, better to be crazy.

Ohil�, better to be crazy!

Ohil�, I have to go far away! #

You know you sing like a showgirl? - Of course! Here's the wood!

Cicci, bring the wood to Donna Carolina.

Hey, I swept this morning!

How dirty they are!

Listen, how would you like..

become a showgirl.

Why not? I'd be thrilled. - You have to know how to dance.

I can dance. - What dances do you know?

The "Porka", the Waltz and the "Cinderella."

The "Cinderella"? What's that?

A peasant dance but it takes my breath away. - How does it go?

My girl! You are a born showgirl!

What can they be doing? What can they be saying?

Let me through, I want to talk with the Marshal.

What is it? - I want to speak to the Marshal.

What's the matter? - Marshal, I was looking for you! - What happened?

Marshal, the actors want to steal my daughter!

The actors have put a spell on Frisky. - Are you people crazy?

Yes, Marshal! They're gypsies who steal people. - Give me a break!

Marshal, you must get back my daughter! - OK, OK, OK, we will.

What "we will"? You must do it now or I'll do something crazy! Marshal!

Calm down! You others, go home. Let's go!

Let's go! Away, away!

Sampieri? - Yes, Sir! - The bicycle! - Yes!

Is Frisky an adult? - No. She just turned 18 this Easter.

Don't be afraid, without your consent, no one can steal her.

I'm off then. - Aren't you taking me with you?

Why, you would like to.. - Of course, ain't I her mom?

And I can be of help, right?

OK, just don't break the bike.

Sampieri? - Yes, Sir! - We'll need a push! - Right away!

Your daughter is a devil unleashed!

Great! You'll be my fortune and yours!

Good morning!

I'll engage you immediately. You'll earn millions!

Hey, you! One moment!

At your orders, Marshal, Sir.

Do you have authorized permission? - Of course.

There it is. Everything in order.

Fine. Gypsies!

Please, I'm pure Sicilian and proud of it!

This woman has come to make a claim. - What claim? You're wasting his time.

Marshal, I told her 100,000 times to take her daughter.

Go! Go in her dressing room and get her, if you can!

You put a spell on my daughter! - Spell! I know no spells!

You have bewitched my daughter!

Is she drunk? Marshal, we're among savages. I'll feel for you!

Careful how you talk or I'll.. - Calm down, I'll go talk to Frisky.

OK. This way Marshal.

Woman, I want to make your daughter's fortune.

Frisky has a radiant future. She'll earn millions! Understand? Millions!

Who is it? - The Marshal. - Ah!

Please, come in, Marshal.

I begst you! Comst in!

Have I spokst anything funny? - No. Pardon me, but I prefer the real Frisky.

I'm no longer Frisky. I'm a chanteuse.

And what do you wantst of me? - Knock off this comedy!

And take off that dress! - Ah! You'd likest to make love now?

What are you doing? You'll take it off when I'm gone! - How come?

I'm a chanteuse. You mayst see me nude.

Let's not act crazy.

But why not?

Hands down!

Enough, Frisky. Enough. I tell.. tell you enough!

But why?

Wouldn't you like to playst with me?

Frisky.. speak like your mom taught you!

Remember when you came to the river? You wanted to get crazy then but not now?

What? Gossips will slander, we know very well but that you..

you know very well we're victims of misunderstandings and misinterpretations.

Frisky! Get dressed and go back home!

Hey! You can't tell me what to do!

You're a minor! I'll have you sent to a house of correction!

No way! I've been 21 since Easter. I can go where I like!

Your mom told me that you're 18. - Go to the town hall and see for yourself.

Look, Frisky, I speak to you like a father, this is not a life for you.

I'll worry about my life. - Your boyfriend's back.

Then that means, it's all over. - No! It fixes all! I'll talk to him.

Don't you dare or I'll ruin you! I don't care if I go to jail!

Take off these feathers.

Take off these rags, wash your face. Come, let's go talk to your boyfriend.

An honest explanation and then happy.. happy as it was before.

Hurry up, I'm in the middle of my own troubles.

Then do what you have to and leave me in peace. - Frisky, don't make a fuss!

Marshal, if you don't go, I will scream!

Fine! As you wish.

Marshal! Shall we meet again?

Once, you made me dream the most lovely dream of my life. But that's passed..

as all good dreams pass.

Now I'd like to see you happy, close to your husband.

I'd be so happy too.

And clean your face!

Tonight, after the show, another 2000, OK?

Maria Ant�, you lied to me.

Frisky is an adult and I can't do a thing.

I'm sorry, I did it for her own good. What could I do, cut off her head?

It would've been better. - Marshal, I hope you'll come to the show.

Listen Don Nicola!

If Frisky takes the wrong path, I'll slap handcuffs on you even in hell. Get it?

What wrong path? Frisky'll earn millions! Millions!

Don Emidio, you here? - I found about Frisky.

And Annarella? - The Lord has given us the grace.

What? - Which means?

He'll also give grace to this crazy one.

Are you leaving?

Yes. - Marshal?

Ottavio! We're going on a trip, eh?

Why don't you come too? - Gladly, but I have so much to do. What a rush!

Was it the Forest guard who organized your escape?

No, it was me.

I was afraid to see you again. - Afraid of me?

Forgive me, Antonio. - You're supposed to forgive me.

I have upset your life. - I'll never forget it.

And I can never forget you, Annar�. Be happy!

Be happy. I tell you with my all my heart.

You be happy too.

For me.. now.. - No, don't talk like that.

Don't let me leave with this remorse.

We'll see. Come, dear. Go to papa! Go to papa!

I'll see you again. - Do you mean that? - Of course, as good friends.

Go, go, go! Or I won't be able to answer for my actions.

Goodbye, love.

Bye. - Bye.

Marshal, move! I have to set the table. - No, I'm not eating.

Do you have any stomach problems? - No, I have death in my heart!

What death? You should thank the Forest guy for a narrow escape!

I should thank him? - Yes, you were about to marry a single mother.

The Forest guard saved you. - Be quiet!

You are deaf. - Why, deaf? - Deaf to higher feelings.

But maybe it's better in the long run. You suffer less. - That's true.

Why, do you suffer? Do you suffer much? - Unutterably.

Such is life!

"I love you.."

"O pious ox.." - You mean me? - No.

What is it the poet says? - Who the heck knows?

"Countess ... Countess, what is life ever?"

"It is the shadow of a fleeting breath."

"My past is a past that won't return."

"Return.. depart.. die."

Who died? - Caramella, for heaven's sake.

Attention! Attention! - Attention!

This evening will be the debut of an exceptional star.

Do you know who it is? It's Frisky!

Now I'll make you a nice cup of chamomile and you'll sleep tight.

Forget the chamomile. - It'll calm you down.

I'm very calm.

Forgive me, Caramella. - For what?

You've been good to me.

Marshal, listen to me, it's time to lie down. - Lie down? Yes.

Lie down underneath the earth.

Caramella, you don't believe me, don't understand me. You can't.

You never studied. You've been a long time in this place of savages.

You don't understand. You can't. - No, I can't..

I swear to you, if right now, the ceiling fell in..

and buried me under the rubble of this house..

oh, Caramella, I would be happy!

Happy..

The earthquake! - Caramella!

Sampieri? Stelluti? Bolognini?

Marshal! - Don Emidio!

We need to organize relief efforts, there'll be people under the rubble.

What rubble, it was a tremor! - You call this a tremor?

A warning tremor.

But the big one can come any moment! Quick, get into the countryside!

Caramella! Caramella! - There'll be a repeat!

What? A repeat? - Marshal! - Marshal!

Get the people out of their homes, bring the sick to safety! Take her.

All the houses are deserted! They all went to the show, those reprobates!

Marshal, help me save the old, the kids. - At your service, Don Emidio!

You have more experience than me.

Fantozzi, make yourself available to the Reverend.

Stelluti, run to Frisky's house. - Thank you, Marshal.

What is it?

Come on, beautiful. Come on! - Where am I?

Where? - Nothing, it was a tremor.

- Thank you, my God! - Don Emidio, we'll go to the theater.

Our Father, who art in heaven, thanks for keeping us alive.

Maria! Angelina! Pasqualino!

Frisky!

Our house! - It was nothing! Our house! - Calm down! Calm down!

Don Nicola, the collection was 7500 lire. - Shut up!

Marshall! - What happened? - Nothing. Only fear.

And Frisky? - She ran off. Marshal, an indemnity!

Stelluti. - Marshal, Frisky's house.. - What happened? - It's destroyed.

It collapsed. - Collapsed?

Marshal! Indemnity!

Marshal?

Maria Antonia.

There are only eyes left to weep.

You can stay at my house. God will provide. - Poor Baron, what a misfortune!

He fled the earthquake and he broke his leg!

Fear makes men and beasts crazy.

Frisky, courage.

There's no remedy, the legs of animals can't be put in plaster.

This agony can last hours, entire days. - It's better to end it.

Yes, there is no escape. Even the thoroughbreds end up like this.

Baron?

Frisky, take heart!

Baron?

You always had to suffer,

but don't be afraid..

you've toiled like most poor people..

and this God knows.

Baron, don't be afraid. Be brave. You're going straight to heaven.

Frisky, you're making him suffer for no reason.

Stelluti. - Your orders? - Finish him off. - Yes, Sir.

Give it to me, I got it.

Maria!

Gentlemen, all aboard!

In your compartments. - Hurry up, come on! Hurry!

Mom, how beautiful this train is. - Yes, it's nice. - Look!

This one is free.

And one, two, and three, come on! - Here, Frisky!

Mom, come up, hurry!

Why isn't the marshal here? - The Minister hasn't finished speaking.

Attention, your hands! Remove your hands!

There he is, the Marshal! Marshal, we're over here!

Sorry for the delay, the Ministerial speech would never end.

An obligation. So you're going to Trentino? - Yeah.

The father of this policeman must be a saint.

He found a cottage and work for me, her and Angelina.

The true saint is him!

The true saint is love, Marshal. - Bravo, congratulations. - Thanks.

You'll be there in five days? - Yes, Sir.

Take care, Frisky.

Marshal, we want good news. - Like what?

That you too have found a beautiful wife!

For me, now.. who knows!

Have a good trip and best wishes. - Thank you. - Thank you.

"Remember me, who am the pious" as the poet says. - Goodbye!

Have a good trip. Write me a postcard. - Yes.

We salute you, Marshal!

We salute you, Frisky!

Good morning, Marshal. - Good morning.

Ticket? - Sagliena.

Do you go to Sagliena on holiday? - No, I'm the new midwife.

Nice to meet you, welcome. I'm the commander of the local station.

Carotenuto. - Pleasure.

Married? - No. - I too am unmarried.

Boyfriend? - No, not even that.

Children?

What do you mean? - I asked if you had children.

But if I'm not married? - Excuse me, how stupid!

A cigarette? - No, thanks, I don't smoke.

THE END

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