All language subtitles for 1972.Nel Nome Del Padre. Marco Bellocchio

You are ungrateful! How dare you?
Respect me!

Degenerate! You must respect
your father!

I command you!

Try hitting me again and I...
I will...

After all I have done for you,
after all the money I spent...

You must obey! Shame on you!
Coward!

I am your father, don't you forget
it! YOUR FATHER!

YOUR FATHER!

YOUR FATHER! YOUR FATHER!

This is your gratitude!

Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

Yes, yes, yes.

Thank you.

- Hi. Who's that ?
- Dunno.

- He's new.
- He looks good in the uniform.

Salvatore.

Erase in order:
"Deputy", "bitch", "son"...

..."you", "are", "a", "of".

All presents, Father.

Heads down.

Come on.

- Is he mad?
- Silence!

- Heads down, I said.
- I wasn't looking.

- Quick. - Ouch!
- Heads down, go.

Who did that?

You must make an effort...

...to understand...

... that it's not me as an
individual...

...that you must respect...

...but the authority I represent
with my degree...

...my role, my white hair.

Remondini, why do you hide?
You are incorrigible.

You are forcing me to punish you.

I would like to know...

...what kind of citizens you will
be, with no sense of authority.

Stop it!

What do you want me to do?

You're laughing... but I will
fail you. I will fail you!

I'm serious.

Remondini, in my office.

And you, Father, when will you
learn to get their respect?

He's mad at me.

I don't think you have
enought time left!

Camma's head cut with
a razor blade.

And you don't know who did it
nor why they did it.

And the graffiti!

As long as those obscenities
were confined to the latrines...

But when they are displayed
in plain sight, in common spaces...

...then no!

This is intolerable.

And you, Diotaiuti, must get to work.

Wake up, understand?

If you just stand there watching...

...in the end the boys have no fear
nor do they feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary... they laugh at you,
if you want to know.

- I told you all I knew.
- Yes, but you know nothing.

Not a thing, ever.

I forbid you to hide
behind me.

Cheater, fat bastard.

He's studying an absolutely
impartial system to call on us.

Another candidate to the nuthouse.

Do you think he could ever call
on me if I'm jerking off?

If you are sick with cholera
usually you don't get the plague...

Exactly what I mean.

My God, spare me.

If you spare me I will never
eat fruit again...

...I won't swear, I won't fight,
I won't smoke, I won't talk...

We'd better expect the
worse, my friend.

Bolshevism is proliferating
in every country in the world!

The headquarters in Moscow...

...through a diabolical,
methodical propaganda...

...sustained by unlimited
financial means...

...are endorsing huge
organizations...

...which are penetrating everywhere:
families, schools, universities...

...to corrupt young minds
like a sweet poison.

- Any questions ?
- May we take a closer look ?

"Sinite parvulos venire ad me".

Admire this humble servant of God...

...who sacrificed his own tongue
not to betray the Church.

Think of the courage and faith.

Gross.

Reopen, Father. Reopen.

Close your mouths, idiot.

What was it that you didn't want
to tell the Chinese, Father?

I refused to give up my faith.

"Give up".

Any other questions?

- Did Stalin go to hell?
- One shouldn't wish for anyone
to go to hell.

I read that Stalin wanted to
be a priest when he was young.

And he certainly received the 9
Friday Holy Communions.

This should have counted as...

...a strong guarantee
on his salvation.

- Did he ask for the last rites ?
- No, he did not.

Father, what happened to the
piece of tongue that was cut?

Have you been able to keep it?

It will be displayed in a traveling
exhibit: "The Church of Silence".

It will tour every single city
in the country!

Pickled or preserved in alcohol ?

Isn't it unfair that injustices
are never acknowledged ?

One is born with a hooked
nose, and the other isn't.

One's love is always reciprocated,
and the other is always rejected.

All the victims, millions of men
who have never been happy...

...who have been offended, betrayed...

I don't pity them. I barely have
enough strength to pity myself.

One is born rich, the other poor.
Do you ever think about it?

God's only justification is that
He does not exist.

- What are you waiting for, Tino?
- Show us!

Come on.

There you go. Good job!

When I get my degree, I'm going to rent
a small plane, load it with shit...

It's an idea!

...I'm going to fly over the school
during Commencement...

...and unload!

They all say it, but no one
ever did it.

- I am different.
- They all meant to do it.

- Do you want to kill yourself ?
- ...But I'm here.

- You act like a clown for 300
liras? Do you like that? - Yes.

Tino, quit begging for money.

- For 10.000 liras I'll eat an apple
with a worm. - I'll eat two.

I'll eat two as well, but for 5000.

Drop it! We're in deep shit
and we will stay in it!

- What do you want ? - I wanted to know
if he got paid, at least.

Is that all you care about?

For 2000 I'll keep a nail in my
shoe for a whole month.

For 3000 I'll get a tetanus shot.
You get a fever!

For 5000 I'll get a bleach enema.

For 10.000 I'll go to the gym...

...and I'll hang for an hour from
the gymnastics rings.

I will give it to you.

- Do you want to come and check ?
- No, I trust you.

Come to class when you're done,
and I'll give you the money.

The ball! Form a line!

- Did you hear over there ?
- Vigano` !

Don't make me yell all the time !

Will you help me ?

Easy, don't make her suffer.

Ah!

Ah!

That pain in the ass always says
to me that I have to use my own words.

What should I do ? Invent them ?

It's easy: it's like saying the same
things, but using different words.

You usually learn things by heart
and you repeat them parrot-like.

For example, instead of saying
"wheat", you could say "grain".

- Instead of "corn", say "bran".
- Instead of "vegetables", "forages".

Instead of saying "citrus fruits",
say "oranges", "clementines".

- How about "bergamots" ?
- Yes, why not ?

Transeunti.

Transeunti.

- What is it ?
- Oh, yes, sorry.

I finished two minutes earlier.
I wanted to say it.

Then you don't get anything.

- How about half ? - No,
I am against half-measures.

- But I busted my ass for 58 minutes!
- You had to do it for 60.

A deal is a deal.

2000.

1000.

500.

- 300. - If you want to play
you need to show some balls.

You have to stick to the rules!

Muscolo, you got fucked, huh?

Prefect, Muscolo is crying.

Prefect, make him stop,
that's what you are paid for !

What is it ? Hm ?

There's a new pupil. I don't even
know him and I'm afraid he
despises me already.

He's afraid of nothing,
he's always unpredictable.

He embarasses me, Father. I copy
him, without even realizing it.

He will die as well.

Each of us travels in his own way
and at his own pace...

...the path that leads
to death and dust.

Sometimes I ask myself whether it's
morally sound to live only
to get used to death.

You keep forgetting about death...

...so that, when you are reminded
of her, you are afraid.

Death is like a medication:
it must be taken regularly.

You must train meticulously
your attention, your will...

I AM FED UP OF WILLING, WILLING,
WILLING. THAT'S WHAT I DO ALL DAY !

ALWAYS ME, ONLY ME !
I WATCH MYSELF, I CONTROL MYSELF !

I PUNISH MYSELF, I REWARD MYSELF,
I PROGRAM MYSELF,
I CONGRATULATE MYSELF !

But life surprises you
when you least expect it !

I think that all the efforts I'm
making to protect myself from life...

...should be directed at living,
at understanding...

...at communicating with others,
at being brave...

It's useless. You will fail
and you will die in terror.

You are nothing but Death's
laughing stock...

...because all you do is trying
to avoid her with your escapism...

...but actually you are running
towards her.

Quotations, nothing else.
All my life is a quotation !

I am sorry, Father, today
the cure did not work !

"...profession, clockmaker."

"Was well behaved and in good
health..."

"...up until the age of 17."

"At that time, he dedicated
himself to masturbation..."

"...reiterated up to three times per
day, against all words of advice."

"After one year..."

"...he started feeling extremely
weak."

"His spirit, in the grip of
such obscenities..."

"...had no other aspirations left."

"The recurrence of the crime
became more and more frequent..."

"...until he fell into such
a state of deterioration..."

"...that his death was thought
imminent."

"The slightest irritation caused..."

"...a perfect erection, immediately
followed by ejaculation..."

"...increasing day after day
his state of extreme distress."

"...can only be imagined."

"The pleasure that he used to feel
through this practice..."

"...had by now become familiar
through repetition..."

"...and it often attacked him
so violently..."

"...that the fits would last..."

"...up to 15 hours, and never
less than 8."

"The pain was so strong and
unbearable..."

"...that his unholy shrieks..."

"...were more beastly than human."

"More than a living soul he was a
corpse, lying on the straw:..."

"...pale, dirty, stinking,
covered in painful sores..."

"...unable to move or to
utter a single word."

"He was ceaselessly
frothing at the mouth..."

"...had severe attacks of diarrhea..."

"...and disseminated his own
excrements without even realizing it."

"Death, a horrible death..."

"...was upon him after a few weeks."

Just look at them ! And we are
working our asses off !

Scum ! Go get a job,
shame on you !

God, we thank Thee
for this food...

...for the blessings of this day.

Barsantis, Caneva, Gabrielli...

- Watch it. When will you learn ?
- We spit in it, anyway.

Listen to him !
Dirty southerner !

Peasant ! Beggar !

- They treat the servants like beasts.
- Aren't they beasts ?

Stop it ! They get no respect
because they are not professionals.

The Fathers pay them next to
nothing, with the excuse that
they are doing them a favor.

What a portion !
What do you do to him ?

- There, eat, eat.
- Yes, you must grow...

Easy ! Don't run !
Please ! Please !

- Easy.
- Don't run !

Do what you want,
break your necks !

STOP ! COME BACK !

- This is how you keep discipline !
- Transeunti, in your room.

You are not here to give orders,
but to follow them. You, go ahead.

In good order.

Come here.

Help, you're strangling me.

- Down, Vigano`.
- OK, one game only.

- Agreed ? Is that alright, Muscolo ?
- Alright.

People are arriving in mass here,
outside the papal villa,
waiting for news...

...they are standing in the square,
praying.

News are vague and uncertain.

Men, women, youngsters, little girls...

...are praying God for salvation.

Doctors don't have any more
comforting words.

Pope Pacelli is dying...

...while the crowd, waiting in
silence, is still hoping for a miracle.

At 03:52AM, Pope Pio XII's
earthly existence...

...has ended, after a long agony.

Journalists are reporting
the last details.

All the telex machines of the
world are ticking...

...while bells are chiming in
this night of mourning and dismay.

Pope Pio XII is dead.

The throne of a great pontificate
is empty.

And now resurface the memories of
his enlightening presence...

...during the most serious and
solemn events of our recent history:

...those tragic days of 1943...

...when he went to comfort the people
of San Lorenzo after the bombing.

- Game. - Oh, I'm sorry.
- It's our turn now. Gimme the racket.

He broke it. Did you see that ?

- What are you doing ?
- There's a problem...

React ! React, you pussy !

Fag !

Fag ! Fag !
Fag ! Fag !

- No ! - Wait, let us through.
- Let me go. - Not the balls !

- Will you let me go ?
- No, no...

No, not the balls !

Beast ! Big beef !
Illiterate bastard !

Piece of shit !
You are a piece of shit !

I'm going to kill you !

Camma ! In your rooom. Now !

He pulled my hair,
just like a prostitute.

Get up.

You love to abuse him.

You do it on purpose.

This proves your respect...

...for the school and for
its traditions.

It is an honor for you to have
the most unkempt uniform...

...in the entire school.

As long as it covers you
until the end of the year,right ?

Then...

...you will be out of here.

You can't wait to be out of here.

But you are being trained here,
even though you don't realize it.

You are being trained.

How perturbing.

- Keep it. - But...
- Go ahead, keep it.

Thanks.

- I want that !
- He gave it to me !

Guys, Vigano` stole a jar
of jam !

Later. Lock the others first.

Lock it. Lock it. Lock it.
Lock it. Lock it. Lock it.

Lock it, prefect ! Go away.
Prefect, come here !

What are you waiting for ? Come here.

Lock it twice.

Lock !

Come, come.

Lock it, lock it.

Lock it, lock it, lock it !

Prefect, come back ! I command you
to reopen the door at once.

Thank you.

Father, I'd like to ask you not
to lock me in. Is that possible?

- It is humiliating, having to
urinate in the sink.
- Listen, Transeunti...

Yes, I know, there's a urinal
in the bedstand, but it's outdated.

It's an antiquated relic of the
past, good for invalids and
depraved romantics.

You can ring the bell.

In any case, if you don't like the
rules, you are free to leave at any time.

- What is it ? - Do I have to
specify what kind of need... ?

Alright. Go ahead.

Don't look out of the portholes !

Away from the portholes !
Go to bed !

Go to my office and stand there
until I tell you otherwise.

- What should I do ?
- Cut the power.

- Why do you stop ? Keep going.
- How ? In the dark ?

But there'll be light soon.
I'll go get some candles.

You can put your candles
in the ass.

Is any of you an electrician ?

- Muscolo, did you ring the bell ?
- Yes.

It's not true. I don't believe
you. You're a coward.

Tomorrow I will ask Diotaiuti.

Vigano`, did you eat all those
peaches ? Fat pig.

Transeunti.

Sit down.

I see that you always make an
effort to stand out.

You take advantage of every possible
occasion to make your peers
look up to you.

I just followed the rules.
It's not my fault if they're wrong.

But what do you think you're doing ?
Who do you think you're fooling ?

I rebel because I can't get anything
worthwhile from this exerience...

...and I can't let myself go to waste.

But where am I ? Perhaps in the wrong
century ? Am I dreaming ?

In this boarding school even the
simplest rules of efficiency are violated.

It survives.
I hate this state.

Such a waste of space, time,
intelligence. A total waste.

We vegetate, waiting for the
end of the academic year.

Father, everything here is farcical !

The uniforms, the punishments,
the discipline, the tradition... !

The professors, the prefects,
the employees, the servants... !

Servants ! There's a mistake.

They are neuropathics, a psychiatric
clinic would suit them better.

- You don't understand anything.
- No, one thing I understood.

That using compromises, your way of
doing things, is the worst method.

Even though they're not too bright,
these boys are good-natured.

The most important thing is not that
they grow up to be important men.

But men who are, deep down, honest.

Men who might have few, but firm,
ideas, which they will use for the
rest of their lives.

Useful to themselves, to their
future families...

...and to the society.

God blessed you with an extraordinary
intelligence, so that you could become...

...something more than a simple
worker: maybe an executive.

But you must realize that if you want
to give orders, first you must learn
how to obey orders...

...and that we can only build something
with whatever is at our disposal.

You will have your chance to
give vent to your grudges.

You have plenty of money.

Right now you are only a fanciful boy...

...an adolescent playing superman.

I have seen a lot like you.
They even bore me now.

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

"Lanua coeli".

Lanua coeli.

"Ora pro nobis".

- Morning star.
- "Ora pro nobis".

"Sancta virgo virginum".

"Virgo fidelis".

"Ora pro nobis".

- "Refugium peccatorum".
- "Ora pro nobis".

- "Consolatrix afflictorum".
- "Ora pro nobis".

Woof, woof. I am your son from
the planet of the dogs.

Come with the records.

I know your language and
your password:

klaatu barada nikto.

"Confutatis maledictis
flammis acribus adictis..."

"...voca me cum benedictis".

We are servants as well.
We serve the world on behalf of God.

No working hours, no stipend...

...no vacations, no pension.

We work 24/7 but we never complain,
we are never on strike.

You are much more
than simple employees to us.

We know you.

You all have a sad and difficult past,
and we care for each one of you.

We took responsibilities, risks.

Vico, you are an amputee.

- Thank you.
- Who would have ever given you a job ?

- What do you say ?
- But our school is not based on profit.

- Come on son, what do you say ?
- We opened our door to you.

Among us you quit drinking, you
were reconciled with your sons.

And now they are not ashamed of you
anymore.

Tino, our misunderstood scientist.

We took you out of the madhouse.

You too, Nicola.

If it weren't for us, you would
still be in reform school.

We believe in good will...

...In the possibility of recovery...

...we believe that manind is naturally
inclined toward the good.

You, Salvatore, you came from the South...

...You used to sleep on park benches,
in train stations.

You were illiterate. And you weighed
half as much.

- It's not time yet.
- Don't be ashamed of your past.

- The most important thing is not
to be alone.

Eat, now.

Enjoy your day off. Today we will
serve you.

And we want this to be an act of
humility and justice.

Look, it's the miraculous pear-tree.
Stop, let's go back.

They say it blooms in winter.

See that girl sitting under the
tree, all in white ?

She sees the Virgin Mary.

- Do you see Her ?
- Make me a miracle !

Yes, I will tell her. I will tell her.
I will tell her. I will tell her.

How good you are !
Tell her everything.

- I had pasta for lunch...
- Tell her everything.

...then steak, salad,
gorgonzola cheese...

AH ! OPEN UP, I BEG YOU !

My sister. Hi, Magda.

Magda, this is Angelo, one of
my schoolmates.

Thanks, Magda. What an excellent
smell, this coffee

My sister's wrists are extremely
fragile. It's in our genes...

She drops things very easily.

We have been brought up to touch
things very delicately,
so as not to break them.

Thanks, Magda.

Thank you.

Let's hope we don't get
interrupted again.

We are not as naive as to believe
that a show could change things...

...but we would like to try.

Camma and I thought that the only
way to do it...

...is to use it as an instrument
to debunk a few myths.

- My mother. - Good morning, madam.
- Good morning.

Sorry, mom.

Yes, I'm going, I'm going.

As I was saying... a show as a
myth-debunking instrument.

Trying to ridicule, with
farcical overtones...

...the hipocrisy of our religious
institutions and their representatives:

...the confessors, the exorcists,
the spiritual terrorists...

...those specialists in the fear of
God, always trying to traumatize us.

We still haven't be able to get rid of...

We should...

- We would... - Will you stop using
the conditional ? - Oh, enough !

We hope that the audience will erupt
in a liberating laugh...

...managing to be ironical about their
own fears, their existential traumas !

Good intentions, but no one will
understand.

I agree with you. This is our
chance: we shouldn't waste it.

- What interests me is power.
- What power ?

I wish I had the power to erase
all priests and all churches...

Open up ! Open up !

I have the right to know
what you are doing !

- We're just kissing, madam
no worries. - You beasts !

- Stop it.
- Open up, I beg you.

Mom, we're just talking.
Please leave us alone.

Pigs.

Franco, open up, I beg you.

If you don't open at once, I'll
call the judge and I'll tell him !

I knew it would end up like this.

Do you want me to kill her ?

It would be nice, but it wouldn't
solve my problems unless I did it
myself...

You always think of the "absolute man",
but you end up being mediocre.

I specialized in something, just
do the same and get over with it.

You write, I kill.

Those dirty books ! Pigs,
animals, they ruined him !

Pederasts !

Pederasts, pederasts.

Hello ! I want to speak to the judge.

Yes, my son. My son !

He locked himself in his room.
Call me the judge ! No, I...

You, Vico, try with two hands.

- Yes, sister.
- Cheers ! - Thank you.

- Shall we dance ?
- But I...

Come on.

What are you doing ?

We give you peace and justice
among your people !

There's always war and destruction
and we don't know why !

Put those nails away !
You don't know how to do it.

Destruction will come
in "planet Earth world".

Eat more bread !
Eat the cake !

You eat "ceriali",
and we eat "cosiviglie" instead.

"GUATTONI", "CADU", "PARADA" !

Satan, I ignore you !

Deal with the madmen, but
leave the Saints alone !

It's a fantastic idea. We
must reverse everything.

We must scare them.

This play must not be intended
to reassure the audience...

...but to frighten them.

The whole world is blackmailed,
everyone's living in fear.

Our generation has learned this
since childhood.

- It's pure genius.
- I knew you would have liked it.

I believe in fear.

Power -- economic, religious,
political -- is based on fear.

And we will unleash fear in this
parish farce....

...because it's the only way
to save it from mediocrity.

It will be a great performance.

For centuries, priests have had
an unchallenged monopoly on fear.

But today this capital is
being squandered...

...because priests manage it
using medieval rules.

We must restore strength into
that tradition...

...because fear is still the
basis of every social order...

...it always works.

We will create, scientifically,
a mood of nightmare and terror...

...coldly, deliberately.

We will set in motion a
true hell, with flames and death.

This play will launch
an inevitable process.

Why are you laughing ?
Why were you listening ?

I couldn't help it. Don't
worry about it, though.

- I couldn't care less about your
bullshit. - But you laughed !

Do you think you are so smart ?
I know people like you !

You ? You don't know anything !
You cannot understand anything.

Oh yes, go ahead, play.
Have fun, kids.

But make up your mind once and
for all about your play...

...because I'm fed up of doing
and undoing things.

- We don't get overtime pay.
- Go to the kitchen.

I had no idea you didn't.
See? He says it won't work.

Who says so ? You should know about
fears, and how they influence you.

Not longer than a month ago,
you were in the hands of Matematicus...

...who made you do whatever he said.
Did you forget about that?

Transeunti.

Camma, you forgot your things.

What a fool.

The text you are rehearsing is not
the one you gave me to read.

- No, Father...
- You shouldn't try to fool me.

Your spies did a good job.
Congratulations.

- Dismantle everything. Understod ?
- Wait, I'll make a deal with you.

I can tell you who it is
who's writing on the walls.

- Why were you against me ?
- You were bossing me around.

The principal of the S. Francesco school
will help you. Give this to him.

Keep it ! First you kick me out
and then you want to help me !

- Lower your voice.
- They're asleep, I know them.

- Are they firing you ?
- Can't you see ?

Thanks to your friend Transeunti.

I am sorry. Very much so,
believe me.

The fact that you're sorry
is not of great help.

Well, you're not locking ?

Wake up ! Wake up !
Wake up, goddamnit !

I'm leaving ! I'm outta here !

- Thank you for all your affection !
- No. What do you think you're doing ?

Thank for your respect, your courtesy,
your generosity, your esteem !

- You are making a fool out of yourself.
- Now you won't despise me anymore !

You won't abuse me anymore ! No more
mistreating me ! You should be happy !

- Be quiet. - But it's time for you
to know that I feel sorry for you.

- Bunch of cowards, sheep,
failures ! - Come along.

You would be nobodies if not
for your money !

But you won't always have priests
to push you forward !

- You can't buy everything !
- But what do you think you're doing ?

- The fun will end sooner or later !
- Come along.

No one has ever understood me.
No one has ever helped me.

- Listen to me, let's go !
- But that's not the end of it !
I'm going to raise hell !

I will go to the unions ! I will
write to the papers ! I will sue you !

Lights out. Go back to bed.

Lights out.

One, two... curtain.

- Pincers. - Pincers.
- Pincers. - Pincers.

- Tourniquet. - Tourniquet.
- Tourniquet. - Tourniquet.

- Koker. - Koker. - Koker. - Koker.
- Pulse ? - 53. - 53. -53.

- Catgut. -Catgut.

Cut. No, non there, here !

You always give me the wrong
pincers. Help me.

- Pulse ? -48. -48. -48.
-47. -47. -44.

- Suture needles. - Suture needles.
- Suture needles. - Suture needles.

- Catgut. -Catgut.
- Pincers. - Pincers.

- Quick ! - Quick !
- Quick ! - Quick !

- Scalpel. - Scalpel.
- Scalpel. - Scalpel.

Give him chloroform.
We can't operate !

- Countess Cazzaniga is here,
Professor. - Tell her to wait.

Why don't they give ?
What's wrong ?

Only your science could save
my Bobby ? Is it serious ?

Free me from my anguish !

- Rabies. There's nothing we
can do. - No !

- Shall we put him to sleep now ?
- Is there any hope ? Professor !

I'm sorry, Countess, but the
symptoms are clear.

In any case, put him on the bed.

- There, you're all set. - Are you
letting me go ? - You're healed.

Go home and rest. No smoking, no
alcohol. If you are in pain... endure.

If your hand causes you scandal,
cut if off.

If your foot causes you scandal,
cut if off.

If your ear causes you scandal,
cut if off.

My dear, I'm here to protect you.

Listen, come closer.

I am Satan.

I come from the deeps of Hell
to fulfil all your desires.

I possessed Bobby's body to
remain incognito.

And you want my soul, obviously.

No problem. I'll give it to you,
as it does not exist.

Don't forget that it's all
a joke, kids.

And don't be so sad. The soul exists.

I'll take your word.

But remember, starting from now,
your kiss is unholy...

...and you lips can transmit demons !

Whoever is kissed by you...

- But they're changing everything.
- Wasn't it supposed to be about the
canonization of Contardo Ferrini ?

That should be the second act.

Did you see ? They're holding hands.
How cute, they're scared.

I believe in a cruel God, who
created me as His equal...

...and whose wrath I cannot behold.

From the unmanliness of a germ...

...or of a robot...

...unmanly I was born !

I am wicked !

Because I am a man...

...and I hear the primitive call...

..in me.

Yes !

This is my faith !

I believe with all my heart...

...as we believe...

It is evil that I believe in, and...

Where are you running ?

Where are you taking my wife
and sons ?

Damned dog, they are under
your spell !

I am a man of common sense !

- I am here, kill me. - I told
you I don't want to hurt you.

Why do you make me suffer the
torments of hell ?

What did I ever do to you, in
the name of God ?

What is that ? A chapter
of "The Betrothed" ?

Those who can't protect themselves,
those who are not strong...

...always invoke the name of God,
as if they could talk to Him.

What do you want to accomplish with
this word ? Scare me ?

No, my lord.

Countess, everything will
be restored as before:

your sons and yourself will return
to your legitimate husband...

...even Bobby, once again as a
simple dog, docile and faithful.

- Faustolo.
- Provided that...

- Bobby, should I do it ? - Faustolo.
- Will I survive to the regret ?

Contardo Ferrini is climbing
the stairs. Hurry up, Faustolo !

If you agree to kiss me, or
even to touch my lips lightly...

...I swear that everything will
be returned to you.

This blackmail sickens me, but
since these are your conditions...

- What's the matter with you ?
- "In hoc signo vinces" !

Countess ! I finally found you !
I will bring you all to safety !

Faustolo, rebel spirit, repent !

This is your last chance !

No, I don't repent !
Stay away from me !

Repent ! Wicked soul !

- No, old man !
- Repent ! - No ! - Yes !

- No ! - Yes !
- No ! - Yes !

No.

- There is no time left.
- What is this unusual trembling... ?

What's he looking,
that pain in the ass ?

Where do they come from, those spirits,
those horrifying whirlwinds of fire ?

Who is tearing my soul ?
Who is shaking my bowels ?

What torment. What restlessness,
what hell, what horror.

Vanity of vanity:
everything is vanity.

The whole world is what it is:
everything is vanity.

Vanity of vanity:
everything is vanity.

The whole world is vanity:
everything is vanity.

- What shall we do ?
- Clap.

- Shouldn't we punish them ?
- But no, for Heaven's sake.

Bravo !

Bravo !

Wait, our Holy Virgin ! Wait.

What's going on ?
They destroyed everything !

Angelo, come see ! Look !

What happened to my room ?
Where are all my books ?

- I want all my things back ! Thieves.
- Go away !

Why are you so cruel ?
Aren't you afraid ?

- Do as you are told.
- God will punish you.

Everybody is mocking your eccentricities,
we can't tolerate them any longer.

- Prepare Father Lorenzo's room.
- The world is changing.

You don't even want me to
die in peace.

We want you to get better, and
the doctors will heal you.

The axe is already approaching
to the tree.

All unproductive trees...

...will be cut and thrown into
the fire.

Hey !

Brother !

- Where is Matematicus ?
- You're asking me ? - Where is he ?

He's resurrected !

They don't even respect the
dead. Go away.

Who are you ?

Take off that mask, clown !

Do you think I'm scared of you ?

Scum !

You took me to the planet Krel.

What do you think you're doing ?
Do you want to ruin everything ?

Do you want to throw the school
in the gutter ? Do it, go ahead !

You won't be able to cause us any
trouble with your tricks !

We will still be alive when you and
your kind will be nothing but dust !

Those who will bury us
are not born yet !

I am so sick and tired of this
bunch of preppy boys !

- Pig !
- Come on, go back to work !

Enough ! We are treated like
beasts, goddamnit !

- He's a piece of shit.
- We should stop our work !

Now it's up to you, men !

- Let's stop working !
- Yes, enough. - Wake up !

No work in the kitchen today.
They'll clean their own toilets !

We won't work until when we
get paid for overtime !

Let's go upstairs ! The time has
come to get some respect !

- Salvatore is right.
- They can't treat us like that !

- Electoral propaganda !
- They'll do their own propaganda !

Honor... comma...
sacrifice... comma...

...arte... comma...
charity... comma... et cetera...

...question mark.

"Is it possible that the Divine
Commedy and Beethoven's 9th..."

"...are nothing but the result..."

...of the capitalisitc system's
economic order..."

"...question mark."

"Is it possible that brotherly
love and religion..."

How mean you are.

Bad, bad boys.

I understand that Beato's death
might have upset you...

...but it's not a good reason to
punch Economus...

...and to refuse to do your job.

Work will help get your mind off it.

- Salvatore, someone saw you.
- It was all of us.

If they need to get thing off their
chest, why don't they do it
with their own kind?

Up the walls !

The rector has agreed to forget
everything if you go back to work.

- Do you have any requests ?
- We have plenty !

Then put them down in writing.

Even Marx thought he needed
to embellish...

The Fathers got rid of Beato's
body already !

As usual, they'd do anything
to hide the truth from us !

The servants are on strike, they
are refusing to go back to work.

- What are we going to do ?
- Let's go teach'em a lesson !

- Fascist !
- And I'm proud of it !

- Your argument is illogical.
- What a shame ! Disgusting !

See, emotions sometimes prevail
over thoughts.

"But to reduce history..."

- Beato was condemned to
unhappiness. - Silence.

He couldn't have survived in any
kind of society.

Beato had a predetermined destiny,
the mark of the victim, like
millions of others.

But we, who were born with all the
prerequisites to fulfil our dreams...

...who are destined to give orders,
and to attain our hopes.

We should not be idignant if
that poor half-wit...

...wisely put an end to his days...

...but we have a duty to rebel
against this exemplary imbecile...

...who has already spoiled
several generations of pupils...

...and who is now annoying us
with his stupid summaries !

"...so that these,
conditioned by those..."

And he's so dumb that he doesn't
even realize that I'm insulting him !

Copy his jokes !
Learn them by heart !

But keep in mind that if our fathers
can't bribe all the commissioners...

...we will all flunk the exams !

- Don't worry, you will pass.
- You cannot guarantee that !

We are aware of your cynicism
about men's virtues.

But I assure you, not
everyone is corruptible !

This is shameful ! I'm going
to see the rector.

Get rid of your notes,
they're useless anyway !

I'm taking the B.A. exam
for the fourth time now !

- Let it go... - He didn't even
give me time to decide.

If I don't pass my dad will kill me.

The directives from the State
Department are clear: no mercy !

The price of milk has collapsed !

We don't want professors
in menopause !

- This is not an orphanage.
- We pay !

- More time for studying !
- Enough with the obligatory Mass !

The Commissioners will not ask us
if we have attended Mass !

Enough with prefects who cannot
keep discipline !

- Better food.
- More meat ! Scrambled eggs !

Efficiency ! No more wasting time,
we want to be more productive !

We're tired of supporting their
missionaries ! Sick and tired !

He's coming !

He's coming !

- Get in line.
- Is that all you can say ?

Transeunti, you don't have any
more cards to play. Get in line !

We can't tolerate professors
who don't teach us anything.

- You must replace them.
- They don't follow the syllabi.

They can only say that we are
well-intentioned fools.

Beware. Beware !

Your threats have no effect on us.
WE are the school !

You wouldn't even exist without
us. We owe you nothing !

You sell us everything, speculate
on everything, you keep
raising the tuition...

...with the excuse that you must
raise your employees' stipends !

Bullshit ! The servants are on
strike because they don't make enough !

Students, WE are the school...

...and it's our duty to rebel
against a teaching method...

...aiming to make idiots and
cowards out of us.

Artificial satellites orbit
around the Earth...

...and still our professors are
stuck in the pre-Copernican age.

We ask the revision of
all syllabi...

...according to criteria of progress.

We ask for less religious education
and more science...

...harsher discipline and
less bizarre regulations.

Those are exactly our plans, moron.

- Come upstairs and see, we are
on strike. - Which classes ?

Angelo just announced it by radio,
everyone will be there in a while.

I'll go take a look.
I'll be right back.

We must decide: one thing or the other.

Well, what's going on ?
What are we waiting for ?

I'm hungry, I don't know about you.

I went upstairs to call Salvatore
because the waiters are also on strike.

The whole school is in revolt, the
Fathers are completely isolated.

But what do the waiters have in
common with us ?

If you want to play politics,
count me out.

Don't you understand ? They are
invaluable allies now !

We are invaluable ! We pay.
You said that first !

And we also pay the waiters.
So they should stay in their place.

We want to pay less, and they
want to make more money.

And now you are telling us that
we should stick together ?

We certainly didn't revolt to make...

...those assholes of our parents
save a few bucks, did we ?

- You dad is an asshole ! - But
because we don't want to be "minus men".

And you call them waiters ?
They should learn their trade first.

They make even too much money
for what they can do.

Idiots ! Don't you ever understand
anything ? You failures, you scum !

If it was for you, you would be
shoveling snow !

You have been discarded by every
school, and you dare raise your voice ?

Fools ! Abnormals ! Lunatics !

Condemned to eternal mediocrity !

I pretend that one of our requests
is for the waiters to sign...

...a collective employment contract.

Unite to destroy Earth !
We will destroy all the asylums !

Down with the nuns !
Monks, priests, all gone !

That's what we need: freedom !

We have even overcome death !

- Ah ! All gone !
- Tino, what's the matter ?

Nothing that could interest you.

The rector has accepted your requests.

The others have gone back
to work already.

The manager is waiting for you
with your severance pay.

He will also give you some
addresses: friends of ours...

...who will help you find a job.

One can always find a job as a
servant. Worse than this...

Here's the prodigious pear-tree.
That's it.

Everything that is anti-scientific
must be eliminated.

You are free now, go to the factory.

- Tino. - Yes ? - Speak, say
something in the aliens' language.

Tino, what do you think of politics ?
Do you believe in it ?

- I don't.
- Neither do I. - It's not scientific.

And what is your opinion on
automation ?

Automation is the automatism that
the peoples, and our people...

...it is not that they work
themselves, but it's the automatons,
the robots !

Luckily, we are on the right track.

The whole planet will soon be a huge,
peaceful society of robots.

Earth will never make it...

...because of all the hate, that
we don't what it is !

Hate can be easily neutralized.

All we need is a few resolute leaders,
clear-headed and unscrupolous...

...able to manage and control...

...every single cog of the machine.

Everything will work to perfection.