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THE FIVE DAYS

Yes, trust me.

The message was crystal clear.

The revolution started the day before yesterday.

They'll attack the prison today, to free all of us patriots.

How many patriots are imprisoned here?

Five.

Rotting here amongst common criminals.

Look at them. They're like wild beasts.

Those damned Austrians.

They'll pay for this too.

Shit! Who's the fucker who did this?

Who was it?

- Answer me! - Quit making that racket!

- I'm not kidding, who was it? - Shut up!

So? Was it you? Or you?

- Go back to sleep, you animal! - I want to know who did this!

- I want answers! - Shut up already!

Go to hell, all of you! Stop laughing at me!

Piss off! You're all nuts!

Look at this disgusting thing!

You're all crazy.

I just want to sleep in peace, that's all.

- What's the situation in the city? - The Austrians have lost many positions.

All of Milan is up in arms.

We better be extra careful when the attack begins.

This rabble locked up with us must not get out.

I'm for the revolution, but not for chaos and anarchy.

My heart is in turmoil,

at the thought of our people getting their freedom.

Help!

It's the end of the world!

The patriots are here to free us!

The end of the world!

No, not my head!

Bastard! Murderer! Help!

OH, BELOVED LIBERTY!

Patriot!

Finally free!

Long live free Milan!

Freedom! Freedom!

Not him!

He's a thief, a crook! He's no patriot!

He's a criminal!

He wanted to kill me! Catch him! Don't lei him get away!

LONG LIVE FREE MILAN

LONG LIVE ALL PATRIOTS

- Cainazzo! - Hey, Garafino!

- You broke out of jail? - Yeah, and I'm looking for Zampino.

- Not that way, that's where the Germans are! - Really?

Help me, quick!

Quick! We must hurry!

- Yeah! - Quick! Quick!

- Close it! Let's go! - Hurry!

Hurry!

Professor!

Hey, Pollicino!

Hi there! Long time no see, Cainazzo!

I thought you were in prison, Cainazzo!

I was, until a cannon blew a hole in the wall.

Who knows how many other friends we'll see now, right?

- Where's Zampino? - Zampino split from our group.

We haven't seen him for a week.

Get a move on, boys, we've got to take care of the loot!

Those crazy patriots have it in for us thieves too!

- I wonder why. - Where can I find Zampino?

He's my boss, and he still owes me half from our last heist.

That smart aleck managed to escape, unlike me.

I told you, I haven't seen him for a while.

He disappeared once the revolution began.

What a guy. Remember what a great talent he was?

You can say that again.

He cut more local throats than that Austrian maniac Radetzky!

He was a good kid!

People say he's become a patriot, a hero even.

He's got a new nickname: Liberty.

He's one of the leaders of the revolution.

- Who? Zampino? - Yeah, our Zampino.

- No way! - It's true!

Come on, you're pulling my leg.

Yes, it's true. He's one of the leaders of the revolution.

Whatever. Good for him, I guess.

Hey, what did I step on?

The stiff? Who knows. He came in uninvited.

You idiot. Didn't I tell you to find a place for that body?

Ow! That hurt!

Nice shoes.

- May I, Professor? - Of course, brother.

This stiff lived the good life!

He's based at the revolution headquarters on Bigot Street.

Maybe you'll find him there.

Watch your mouth, though. The man you knew as Zampino is no more.

That fool! You better call him Liberty now!

If you want to avoid trouble on your way, you better wave one of those flags!

- Wait, wait! Not that one! You crazy? - Why?

That's the Austrian flag! Put it down!

Calm down! What the hell?

Not that one either! That's the Swiss flag!

Go to hell! I'll pick another one!

Which one?

Which one, Professor?

The one with the green stripe, you morons!

Green stripe? This one, then!

This other one doesn't look too bad either.

Look at these nice colors.

DEATH TO AUSTRIANS

- Long live Italy! - Long live freedom!

- Death to Austrians! - Long live the revolution!

Where are you going?

- Go on, just one more drink. - Nah, I had too many.

- Come on, friends! Let's go fig ht! - Yeah, let's follow him!

Move it, stop slacking off.

Remember, when they shoot, fall down!

- What's he doing? - Dunno!

Debating with you is futile!

You're both friends with Governor Casati!

He has a son in Charles Albert's army, and the other is a student in Austria!

And I could keep going!

Most of you noblemen have sons or relatives with close ties to the enemy.

Should we pretend we don't know that one of Conte Borromeo's sons

is an officer in the Austrian army?

You're traitors!

And you Republicans are plunging the city into chaos!

You opened the prisons and incited the rabble!

The people of Milan won't die just to change rulers.

They won't accept kicking out the Hapsburgs to be ruled by those murderous Savoys!

These people are fighting for freedom, and you're tricking them!

- My sons, that's no way to talk. - Shut up, you priest-lovers!

You think we don't know you want to hand Milan over to Pope Pius IX?

We're all neck-deep in shit here!

That's enough! You want my honest opinion?

Feel free to go fuck yourselves, all of you!

Damn Savoys!

Where are the 4000 rifles that were supposed to have already arrived in Milan?

What is this fucking king doing?

The city is teetering on the verge of anarchy!

Charles Albert rightfully fears the situation could sour.

- If things don't improve, he... - He's an enemy of the people, like all kings!

Excuse me, how far away is Turin?

Over a hundred miles.

- In which direction, if you don't mind me asking? - West.

- That way, I suppose? - Yes.

Charles Albert?

Go fuck yourself!

TURIN

TURIN - What did you say? - Me? Nothing, Your Majesty.

- What did you say? - Me? Nothing, Your Majesty.

Oh. I thought I heard someone calling me.

Any news from our messenger in Milan?

Things have gotten worse. The people are up in arms.

The authorities have disappeared and the republicans, or worse,

the socialists, are turning the people against you, Your Highness.

History, my dear friend, will prove us right.

Don't send any help, and stop the volunteers from Turin.

I like Milan less and less.

I didn't understand much of what they were saying.

They didn't seem to agree with each other.

They were having a debate, you ignorant fool.

An open debate!

In other words, democracy in action!

What does that word mean?

Freedom for everyone, understand?

It's when even an idiot like you can express his opinion.

Not bad.

But those people in there expressed their opinions, while you didn't.

So where's this democracy of yours?

You're too ignorant for words!

What you mean is anarchy.

And anarchy is an utter mess, you know.

Everyone talking at the same time, and nobody understanding anything.

Instead, democracy is...

With democracy, after centuries of monarchy, we...

Yeah, sure. You sure my friend Liberty went to the barricades?

Of course! He took charge, while so many others waste time talking and talking!

He goes wherever he's needed, riding a white horse!

We were associates, sort of.

Associates? In what?

We had a lock business.

Before this mess,

I mean, before this revolution began, he wasn't known as Liberty.

I'm not even sure we're talking about the same person, you know.

He's a brave and generous fellow!

All of us rebels possess these virtues!

Hey! The Krauts are shelling us!

I guess we should...

Where did he go?

Generous.

Brave.

Brave, my ass!

BAKERY

THE FATAL ENCOUNTER

Who's there?

Damn you!

Are you nuts?

Are you trying to kill me?

Well, you lost your voice, and I gave it back to you.

How? By beating me up?! The nerve of this guy!

Boy, you're so ignorant! Haven't you heard that fear is fought with fear?

Never heard that one.

You know what they say in my village?

Fear enters one's mouth before...

Coming out of one's...?

Sounds about right. I pissed myself!

Well, what can I say'? Beside that you saved my life, I mean!

Pleased to meet you, I'm Romolo Marcelli.

Oh, right.

- Are you from Rome? - Yes.

- What're you doing in Milan? - I'm working at my uncle's bakery.

The bakery.

My uncle's bakery!

My uncle moved up here a long time ago.

Then, a few months ago, he wrote a letter to my mom.

“Send Romolo up here", he said.

"There's jobs for everybody. He'll finally be productive."

And here I am. You know the rest.

Yeah, you've been telling me about it for two hours.

What about you, Cain-something?

Cainazzo, my name's Cainazzo.

Right, sorry.

- So, where you comin' from? - From a prison.

Hold it! You're not looking to...

I don't have a dime to my name, Cain-whatever!

Cainazzo.

- I've taken a break from crime. - Good to hear.

Good fences make good neighbors, as they say.

What fences and what neighbors?!

Who are you, anyway?

- So you're going to treat me this bad. - Of course I am!

I see.

- Now listen carefully. - Who, me'?

- Say, are you my brother? - No.

- Are you my cousin? - No.

- My uncle? My father? - Nope.

- Then why are you tailing me? - Excuse me?

Why're you tailing me?!

It means why the hell are you following me around!

I'm not following you! You're lust constantly in front of me!

Listen up, pretty boy. Are you trying to take the piss?

Look at your clothes! Everybody's staring at us!

Why, what's wrong?

- You look ridiculous! - Ridiculous?

What do you mean? It keeps me cool!

Roman boy, we're going our separate ways.

That's where I'm headed.

What a coincidence! You're going my way!

I'll come with you!

Put that here, please. Be careful with that table, it's ancient!

Be careful, I said!

Not that way, you big oaf, I said the other way.

Put ii down. Good.

Be careful with the candlesticks! Be very careful!

You silly little man, can't you see it's upside down'?

What a wonderful sight, two more volunteers!

Very good, my dear boys!

Come help us build our barricade.

Long live Italy!

It's looking magnificent! Let's stack a closet now.

Countess Tortiglioni, look how well our project is coming along!

This barricade is a masterpiece, I'll say.

Barni, the artist, is on his way to immortalize it in a painting.

- Excellent! - Thanks.

They're two new volunteers. Tell us your names.

- I'm... - See you later, Countess!

You two, go to the first floor and get the long satin divan from the salon.

Satin what?

You're both so ignorant!

It's a big, white sofa!

Go now!

Off you go, quick! Chop chop!

Go on! Go on! Get to work, boys!

Oh, the patience one needs with these commoners!

How can you handle a Caravaggio like that?

My, I can see every inch of your cute little bottom!

Hurry with those chairs!

Hurry, I said!

Hurry with that ladder!

Move it, kiddo. He'll paint your picture later. You're gonna love it.

Come on, keep working!

Hurry up! Come on! You go that way, and you go that other way!

Hurry! Hurry!

There's the long, white sofa I needed! Gorgeous!

No, don't put it there. I need it here.

Here.

Here, I said!

Hey, you two!

Where have you gone?

Hello?

Hey! Do you know where the square is?

Look at them! Where do you think they're going? They're running like thieves!

Sorry.

Say, Cainazzo,

why are they doing all this? This revolution, I mean.

Well, it's all about something called decom... demroc...

Something that rhymes with bureaucracy.

Oh, and for the freedom of the press.

Are you interested in the freedom of the press?

Sure, of course I am!

I'm litter-ate.

Help me, please! Help!

- Ma'am! - Help me!

Ma'am, what's wrong?

- Do you feel sick? - Ma'am?

- Please, I'm about to give birth! - Come again?

Stupid question, but how can we help you?

- This is my house, but I can't get up the stairs! - Oh boy, what do we do?

- We'll help you! - Let's take her upstairs!

- Come with us! - Don't worry, Ma'am!

- What's wrong? - I'm going into labor!

- I can't make it! - Calm down!

- Come on, almost there. - Watch your step.

- Easy. - Be careful.

You'll be fine, don't worry.

- Try to calm down a bit. - Watch your step.

Careful! Count to three! One...

- Hold her! - Don't let me carry all the weight!

- Almost there, don't stop! - Watch out!

- Is she dead?! - No! She's still breathing!

- Well, she's as heavy as a corpse! - Breathe, Ma'am.

- Pull her up! - Oh God, it hurts!

- Please, Ma'am, try to calm down! - Calm down!

- Easy, easy. - Careful!

- I'm falling down! - The leg!

- The leg! - What leg?

- Mine, you dummy! - Sorry!

- Careful, Ma'am. - Ma'am, if you don't mind me asking,

- Where's your apartment? - The top floor.

- Crap! - Oh boy!

- We need to plan this out. - Yeah!

Don't worry, Ma'am, we'll carry you.

- Put her legs down! - Boy!

- Now put her legs over your shoulders! - Right!

This one too!

- I think we're good to go. - Come on, one final push!

Ready? Come on!

Slow down, I can't see anything!

- Push! - Everything's gone black!

- Careful! - Push!

- Oh, boy, what happened?! - Are you pushing or what?

Ma'am, control yourself, please.

- Hey, try to be more polite! - She pissed on my face!

- Really? - No, ifs my water!

My water broke!

- My water! My water broke! - Water?

See, you idiot? Her water broke!

- What water, Ma'am? - Who knows!

You're real stubborn, huh? Even more than the Krauts!

My Water!

Why did you have to follow me, you Southern dummy?

You can shove that down your throat! Excuse the language, Ma'am.

A DIFFICULT BIRTH

Oh God!

Cainazzo!

There's nobody else in this building!

- What do you mean? - That's what I said, it's deserted.

Nobody else, really?

They all made a run for it when the Austrians arrived.

Where's your husband?

He went to Legnano! He was supposed to return, but here I am all alone!

- I'm ready! Help me! - Us?!

Yes! For the love of God, help bring my baby into the world.

But helping ladies give birth ain't part of our trade.

- Right, Southie? - Yup.

For the love of God, you can't leave me alone!

This isn't child's play.

Delivering a baby ain't easy, Ma'am.

We'll go look for someone who can help you.

Yeah, maybe a competent woman.

No! Help me, please!

Don't leave me alone!

No! Don't leave me alone! I'll die for sure.

Help me!

Help me!

What makes her think we can do something like that?

She's bonkers, I tell you.

Don't let me die!

Right, that's easy to say.

Yeah.

Right, right.

Leaving her was the sensible thing to do.

You can say that again!

My God! I'm dying!

Ma'am, we need you to tell us everything about this procedure.

We don't know anything about delivering babies.

- Wash some towels, then boil some water. - Yeah.

- A lot of water, don't forget! - Yes.

Put the scissors in the water. You'll use them to cut the cord when it's done.

Yes, you'll have to cut!

- And get the enema ready! Quick, don't waste time! - On it!

No! Go that way!

It's ready!

- Now take off my clothes! - Yes!

- And now? - Help me get into position.

And now?

- The enema, quick! - Yes.

Got it!

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Go.

I'm sorry.

Wait a second.

Wait.

It's almost there.

Just a moment.

No, not there! In the back!

- Back? What do you meant? - Take a good look!

Take a good look, sure.

I can't see properly, it's a real mess down here!

Excuse me, Ma'am.

I'm sorry, I need to take a better look.

- Go! - You sure?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm keeping my hand in there, just to be sure.

How's it going?

Everything good?

Boy, look at this!

What a great job we did!

Grab these, hurry! They're scalding hot!

They're scalding hot and you hand them to me just like that?!

Cainazzo! I see something!

- What? - The baby's coming out!

Come on, we're almost done! It's almost over, Ma'am, you'll see!

- I'm pushing! - Don't stop!

- Come on, keep going! - A little more!

- Can you see the baby? - There he is!

- There he is! - Help him breathe!

He's breathing! Good baby!

Cainazzo, we're fathers!

Look how cute he is!

Here, Ma'am.

Here. Be careful.

- Here. - Thank you.

Thank you!

It hurt so much.

I swear on the Holy Virgin that I'll sew it up

before I go through that much pain again.

There's nobody here?

Did they all run away?

- Where are we? - Who knows.

Hey, Cain-whatever, hold on a second.

Listen to me, I think we have to...

My name is Cainazzo.

Not Cain-something, Cain-whatever, Cain-shitting or even Cain-fucking.

My name's Cainazzo, got it? Come here and repeat after me.

- Cainazzo, Cainazzo, Cainazzo. - Cainazzo! Cainazzo! Cainazzo!

- What's your name? - What's my name?

I don't know! Why are you asking me?

This guy's a piece of work.

- Cainazzo, that's my name. - Ain't my fault your name's ridiculous!

You call me ridiculous!?

- Am I ridiculous? - Don't get worked up!

You dumb buffoon of a Southie.

You're the dumb buffoon!

- Why, you little...

Don't bite my head!

Ow! My head!

- Don't bite my head! I'm leaving! I'm leaving you alone! - You better!

Stop biting my head.

This time I'm leaving for good.

Let's see how you manage without me!

Ow, you really hurt my head, damn you.

What is that?

You hear it?

Milanese folks?

Germans.

Holy crap, the Germans!

That's the Countess' barricade!

There's nobody here.

It's deserted. I guess they all ran away.

Take a look at this.

Hey!

Hey!

- What? - What do you mean?

What?

- I didn't say anything. - Then who was it?

Hey, you two!

You two!

- Which two? - Us. There's two of us.

Oh, right.

Get down!

- Why? - Get down.

Who cares? Just get down!

Get down, I said!

- You want us to get down? - On your knees!

Slowly?

Down!

Down.

Excellent work!

You see what good marksmen they are?

What a wonderful spectacle!

Quick, somebody help me!

The architect is feeling sick!

Oh god! What's wrong with you?

I feel so sick, Countess. So very sick!

The salts! Quickly, the architect's fainted!

- What are you looking at? - Isn't that too much gunpowder?

Hey, pope-lover, I bet you know how to use incense in a church,

but you know crap about guns.

Not only you, of course! The pope too!

Ell, you...

Who's the idiot who loaded this rifle?

- Who loaded it? - Him!

It's true! I saw him too!

- Countess, your tea is ready. - Thank you, Mariano.

Fight for freedom! Let's push those dogs back!

Zampino!

Cainazzo!

Cainazzo, watch out!

You gone crazy?!

- Holy shit! - Who was that guy?

It was my friend Zampino!

No!

Mind what you're doing, you dumb oaf!

Keep up the good work, dear!

Shoot for the Motherland.

Patriots! Arm yourselves!

Are you wounded, dear?

Does it really hurt?

No, no, no!

No? You're not wounded?

I am! But it's my shoulder, not my pecker!

My God, how handsome they are!

How brave, my Milanese boys

and their toned bodies.

- If you knew now bad they smell, Countess. - Mind your business.

THE MILANESE, MY PEOPLE

Long live Italy!

Victory!

Long live Italy!

Long live Italy!

Long live free Milan!

Long live Italy.

What is this game you want me to play, you rascals?

Where are you taking me?

Move an inch and I'll bust your head in. It's my turn!

I was here first!

Cheater! You jumped the line!

Don't push!

- Shut up or I'll give ya a good slap! - Pd like to see you try!

That gal's really something.

Hold it, pal. I was here first.

Do you want to fight with a brother in arms?

Oh, there's so many of you. I wonder what you'll do to me!

Every noble organization is comprised of certain elements.

First: the master, the one who comes up with ideas.

Second: the thief, the one who does the actual stealing.

- Third: the brute, who gets his hands dirty. - Yeah.

Fourth: the runner, who makes the loot disappear.

- And finally, the lookout, who keeps an eye on everything. - Got it.

- Now, since there are only two of us, we should divide the tasks. - Okay.

- What can you do? - I can...

- I can... - Go on.

Damn, I don't know. I can't do anything.

Listen carefully, then.

I'll be the master.

I'll also be the thief, the brute, the runner,

and I guess I should also be the lookout.

Hey, you listening or what? A good partner is supposed to listen!

- Oh no. Who's that? - Who?

Hey, Garafino! I'll be damned, it's really him!

Hey, Cainazzo! I just pulled off a wonderful job!

- Where? - The palace! We got a fine haul, yes sir!

I'm carrying the last load!

- There's nothing left? - You can try, but you better hurry!

Boy, I love this revolution!

- Holy crap, that's one ugly guy! - Let's go!

Yeah.

THE BIG JOB

Is this the palace?

It looks deserted.

It's closed.

I can't see anything.

Look!

Hey, it's open.

Silly me. Sorry, Cainazzo.

Let's go. You first.

Whoa, your friends ransacked the place!

Hey, Roman boy, I found some clothes. You can finally get changed.

At least you'll stop going around showing your bare ass.

Hey, Cainazzo, what do you think?

Nice enough. Short sleeves are good in the summer.

- I took the first one I found. Let me check again. - Forget it, let's go.

I'm scared, pal. I think we should get going.

Listen, kid, if we're gonna be partners, you better step up your game.

- I've never met a thief who was afraid of the dark. - No?

- You... - What's wrong?

- Go to hell! You're always creeping behind me! - You scared the shit outta me!

Holy shit.

Can't you see there's nobody here? Why are you so scared?

What a mess.

Oh, finally!

I'm wiped out.

Hey!

Hey!

Romolo Marcelli, pleased to meet you!

Charmed.

What are you doing, talking to yourself?

- No.

So you're talking to... Wait!

Who are you talking to?

Pleased to meet you, sir!

Who are these people?

We came here by mistake. We didn't mean to.

He's right, we didn't mean to!

I'm sorry, but there's nothing left to steal.

She's my niece.

She's just a little odd, you might say.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Good evening, Miss.

Sit down, please.

- You must be tired! - We are.

I guess you must be reveling in

the glorious and memorable days of this revolution, right?

Yes, we are patriots!

Long live Italy, Pius IX, and our savior Charles Albert!

Hooray!

Cut it out and get down. You're hurting me!

So, tell me more.

What do you think the people will get from this glorious, tri-colored epic?

The freedom of the press.

This is what you're willing to be gutted for'? Uncanny!

What other hogwash have they drilled into your brains?

There are men today, longing for more power and more wealth,

who want to drive the Austrians out of Milan.

They're using you, the commoners, to achieve it.

You deluded fools are willing to get killed for them.

You naively think you'll be better off once the revolution is over.

But, alas, you won't get anything at all.

It's true! Nothing at all!

Not even this pile of crap.

You fuck-face.

Whoops, she fell!

- Did you get hurt, sweetheart? - You cretins.

Don't you understand that the nobles consider you their only true enemies?

With the others, it's merely a matter of sharing the cake.

They'll crush you, one way or another.

Assuming you're even able to survive until then.

You can bet on it.

Get your ass outta that chair, we're done here.

Maybe one day you'll make them pay for good, who knows.

Alas, it will be a long time until that day arrives.

You have along way to go until then.

ROME

ROME So, Brandini, what's the situation in Milan?

Times are troubled, Your Holiness.

It seems that the city only has provisions for two more days, due to the siege.

What about our clergy?

They've sided with the people, Your Holiness.

It's a rather concerning matter.

We'd be quite upset if Lombardy and Veneto

ended up in Charles Albert's syphilitic hands.

You know what? I'd rather support a Republic.

But, Your Holiness, the Republicans are heathens.

My good Brandini, one can negotiate with heathens,

but not with those constantly cheering my name.

TURIN

TURIN What did Colonel Dugini say?

TURIN

He says that the Austrians will have to pull back. It's a matter of hours.

He says that the Austrians will have to pullback. It's a matter of hours.

Send a message to our dear friend Casati of the Milan Committee.

He must restore order to the city, and not indiscriminately arm everybody.

Otherwise I refuse to enter Milan.

I won't let my troops take pan in an anarchic battle.

I hope the citizens will put aside local politics for a while!

THE LEADER

Wake up!

Italians, awaken!

What are you doing here?

We were sleeping.

Yes, but it was just a little nap.

- I'm Baron Tranzunto. - Romolo Marcelli, pleased to meet you.

No introductions! This is no time for useless pleasantries!

We're at war, after all!

I'm looking to form a company of volunteers to fight under my command.

You both look young and healthy.

Join us.

- Actually, we were about to... - What?

- I said we were... - What?

- We were... - Yes? What?

- What? - Yes?

- We were about to... - I see. Doing what?

- Oh, nothing. - When?

- Your Excellency, let me finish! - Enough talking!

The time for words has passed. It's time for action!

The Motherland calls, and she doesn't answer to cowards! Join our glorious fight!

It's time to follow your leader.

Radiant and everlasting glory awaits you!

There's no high titles here, we're all brothers.

Just call me Baron.

- Well, what do you know... - What?

Did you get what the leader said?

No.

Do you always want to understand what nobles say?

Of course. Why, shouldn't I?

Exactly! Because then they wouldn't be nobles anymore!

Can you imagine having a conversation with a noble and telling him he's wrong?

- What do you think would happen then? - I don't know. What would happen?

You're such an ignorant tool! It'd mean they wouldn't be noblemen anymore!

And then even a peasant like you could talk to them face to face.

You're right.

They'd rather carry on speaking their own distinguished language,

which someone like you could never understand.

I mean, just look at yourself.

And whenever they address you, the only thing you're supposed to say is "yes."

Really?

That's the way the world turns, Roman boy.

Now let's go see for ourselves what this fucking revolution is about.

I'm pretty curious now.

Revolutionaries, unite! Let's sing together!

What the hell, show a little patriotism! March!

You dirty bastards!

Patriots, shoot to win our freedom!

Fire, patriots! Long live free Italy! Our day of payback has arrived!

Long live free Italy! Death to the Austrians!

Liberty!

Zampino!

Zampino, wait!

Zampino, come back here!

- May I come in, Ma'am? - No!

- Ma'am, open up please! - No!

Ma'am, please! Show me some kindness!

That old hag wouldn't let me in!

Where have you been?

I missed Zampino once again, dammit!

Stop! Cease fire!

Victory! Victory!

We've won! Victory!

Victory! We've won!

Hands up!

Freeze! Don't move!

Faster! Faster!

Hands up!

Superintendent Kraus gave the order to surrender.

They waved the white flag, but it was useless.

They were all slaughtered, their throats out.

Let's go!

Austrian swine!

Sons of whores!

- Romolo! - Cainazzo!

Cainazzo!

No!

My brave fighter!

Did you find your friend from the South?

We will avenge our brave companion!

And we'll also avenge the citizens killed by Teutonic hatred!

It's not like we treated our prisoners any differently.

What are you blathering about?

We're fighting a war, my fellow patriot!

March on, men! On to new victories!

Let's go! Didn't you hear what I said?

Did you hear your leader's orders?

Three colors! Three colors!

Italian men march and sing!

- I'm sorry. Was he a friend of yours? - Yes.

Poor kid. He only wanted to go back to his mother in Rome.

THE LAST WORDS, AND OTHER OCCURRENCES

Well, now!

What's going on here?

Binetti, our hero, is dying. He was wounded yesterday by the Austrians.

Dreadful news!

If you don't me asking, what did the heroic Binetti do when he was alive?

- What? - What was his job?

- He was a porter. - A porter? I see, a porter.

Nothing but a miserable porter.

This, citizen Caziano, demonstrates what a giant lie it is to say that

heroes are never born from humble people.

- Isn't that true, Count? - Certainly!

- A legacy of heroes! - Well said!

Let's pay him proper homage.

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

A true patriot.

His last words were "Long live our great Italy."

Well, actually I heard him say...

I don't mean to contradict you, citizen,

but I believe he said, “I'm dying. Goodbye, everyone."

Excuse me, dear boys, but I believe you're both wrong.

I was much closer, and I positively heard him say, “Long live Pius IX!”

- No, he said... - Not a chance he mentioned Pius IX!

A staunch republican like Binetti would have never said something like that!

I clearly heard him say, “Those Austrian bastards!”

You can't have heard all that, you were the farthest away.

- You're a liar! - Don't you dare!

- Liar! - Calm down, everybody!

- Calm down! - Show some respect for the dead!

- Calm down already! - Mind your own business!

Relax, all of you.

- I didn't want to say anything, but... - Go ahead and do it.

Well, I was the closest to the bed,

so I distinctly heard what he said.

I feel ifs my duty to tell you all.

Binetti said, "Milan lo the Milanese, and let's hang all the nobles!"

- This is preposterous! - Calm down, people!

How dare you?!

I won't stand here and let the Savoys be insulted!

Long live Savoy!

Stop, in the name of God!

Damn! Who hit me?

To hell with you!

Did you hear what Binetti said before he died?

Of course I did. He said we should all go fuck ourselves.

So I heard him right!

PARTY OF THE PEOPLE OF MILAN

Do you smell food?

- Smells good, huh? - You can say that again.

"Party...

of... the... people...

of... Milan."

Long live free Milan!

Milanese!

- They mean us! - Let's go!

- Are you here for the party? - Yes.

Very well, come on up.

NO! you!

You're horribly dressed.

By God, you look disgusting! Go away!

Go!

- Bye. - Bye.

What are you waiting for? Come on up.

Hey, chief, any food at this party?

Of course there is. Otherwise, why would you be here?

Right. Why would I be here?

Hello!

What are you doing?

Should I take off my trousers?

Why? No, let go!

Let go! Take your hands off my shoes!

Don't touch my shirt. It's new!

Have you worked here long?

Actually, I hadn't eaten in two days. I read the banner and came in.

Don't worry, they'll give us the leftovers.

“Party of the People,” sure.

One hell of a party they're giving us.

- What a splendid room! - Yes, we're at war, but...

My god, this room is simply gorgeous! Everything here is so beautiful!

God's ways know no limits.

We aren't used to having parties anymore.

There will be many others, Countess!

And you, as always, will be the most admired.

Oh, please, you're making me blush!

Your Eminence, what an honor to see you.

It's a pleasure to have you all here.

This roast is just right.

No, thank you. I don't drink.

One sip won't make you dizzy.

More than Paris, the other towns.

I've always wanted to travel, but my family...

I think it's too late for us to go back.

But this anarchy must stop! What are the people thinking?

My dear children, don't forget we are here to reach an agreement.

But how?

How can we reach an agreement when the situation is so far out of hand?

Well said! I agree!

I guess my trip here has been an utter waste of time!

You're such a bore! Aren't you tired of talking politics?

So many young men are fighting. At least it's something.

I'm telling you. I saw her with my own eyes, she was with Marengo!

It happened just the other day!

She was getting off her coach, you should have seen her face when she saw me.

My, how embarrassed she looked.

And she's always lecturing others!

Don't forget that Marengo is twenty years younger than her.

A kid, basically.

Maybe we've been defeated, but how can you be so sure you're the winners?

These are petty objections, Colonel.

We should aim at shaping the course of history.

Thank you for the wonderful gift!

Our conditions must be made clear!

- Would you like anything else, Your Excellency? - No.

Give us some time to think.

What a lovely dress!

It just arrived from Paris, as you can see.

It was a miracle. It was delivered the day before the revolution began.

Let's be reasonable.

- The emperor... - Is it true they found him in a haystack with Roberti?

Holy Jesus and Mary! Who is this man?

I've never seen him before.

TO OUR BRAVE CITIZENS: VICTORY IS OURS. THE AUSTRIANS HAVE FLED. THE CITY IS FREE.

THE PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT ASKS ALL CITIZENS TO REFRAIN FROM ANARCHY AND CHAOS.

ALLOW THE DEFEATED ENEMY TO FLEE THE CITY. LONG LIVE PIUS IX! LONG LIVE ITALY!

You scoundrel!

What did I do wrong?

How dare you criticize the War Committee that's leading this revolution?

Hey!

I just said that they're killing us, and that we should despise them!

We must teach these bums and conspirators a lesson!

A little help here, folks?

Run for your lives! The Austrians are coming!

Cain-something!

Cain-something!

Dammit, Cain-something, it's really you.

Romolo!

It's you! You're alive!

Look what they did to you!

Wow, they beat you like a pinata!

Run! The Austrians are coming!

No way, pal. I was the one who shouted that.

Come on, get up. I'll help you.

Easy, careful.

- You got smart. - That's for sure!

They were going to kill you.

Cainazzo, I think that fat man was right

when he said that the nobles think we're worse than the enemy.

They want us to obey and shut up.

Everything's fine as long as we keep our mouths shut.

- Unless you don't want to get a beating. - Well said.

- But I thought you were dead. - What?

I was saved by the Holy Virgin.

And then I ran away.

I tried looking for you when I came back, but both you and the leader were long gone.

There were only the dead.

God, there were so many of them.

Cainazzo, we must find a way to get out of here.

I can't take it anymore!

Besides, we never fill our bellies!

Hey!

That's Zampino! Quick, after him! This time he won't get away!

Wait, slow down!

Wait, don't run!

. I can't keep up! - Hurry!

I haven't eaten in two days! I'm pretty fed up!

- There he is! - Where are you going? Come back!

Wait!

Let's go!

Damn it, my shoe!

Wait!

Damn it, Cainazzo! I told you to slow down!

My head hurts so bad.

- Boy, it hurts. - What happened?

- I bumped into something hard. - Let me see.

Damn, what a bump.

Nah, that's nothing.

TRAITOR AND SPY AGAINST MILAN

A hanged man.

I bumped into a hanged man.

It's bad luck.

- Yes, I think you may be right. - I see.

Look who's here, the traitors wife!

It's strange that they let her go like that, without being punished.

Yes, ifs strange.

Stop crying!

Your husband was a crook and an Austrian spy!

Stop crying, he said!

That's not fair. She has to pay like her husband.

Am I right, citizen?

Take her away, Romolo.

We'll take care of her. Come with us and be quiet!

We'll deal with her. She'll be harshly punished.

- Follow us! - Stop struggling, it's useless!

Useless!

Just play it cool, Ma'am! Trust us.

Why did they want to kill me too?

- What did I do wrong?! - Nothing.

- What did I do wrong?! - Nothing.

Ma'am, times are tough, but we have to carry on.

- Where do you live? Far away? - Over there.

Good!

Why don't you come upstairs?!

Just for a moment!

No, we have too many things to do.

I want to offer you something to eat.

Something to drink, too.

Come on.

THE WIDOW'S BREAD

Please, come with me.

Well, if you insist.

We can accept this invitation, right?

- Follow me. - Yes.

No, Ma'am, you don't have to offer us anything.

It's always about food with us.

- Is that cheese? - Looks yummy.

Sit down, please.

I'LL just take a little bite. A morsel.

Silly me! I only wanted a little piece!

- Eat up, go on. - May I?

- Go on, help yourself. - Thank you.

May I? Just a little bit.

- Yes, of course. - Thanks.

It's delicious!

- How embarrassing! I took a big piece! - Eat up!

- Oh, don't worry. - Damn, I'm so sorry.

Can I eat it?

Thanks!

Don't worry. Eat up, It's good, isn't it?

- You like it, don't you? - Yes.

- And the wine? You like it? - Yes.

I'd like a glass of wine myself.

- My poor Armandino used to go to Casteggio every week to get it. - Really?

It tastes smooth, dry, yet delicate.

Wow, the traitor had good taste!

- For God's sake... - I meant the widower, the corpse, the...

- What was his name? - Shut up already, pal.

Show some damn respect. The lady's a widow!

Calm down, Ma'am, please.

Calm down, Ma'am. Don't get so upset

I can't go on like this.

Come here.

Come here.

Please, have a seat.

Calm down, Ma'am!

Don't get so upset!

Just imagine,

Ma'am,

that your husband is watching us from above.

We want to lift your spirits.

Easier said than done.

I'm a poor widow, all alone.

I don't have anyone either, if you can believe that.

The same goes for Mr. Cainazzo. Isn't that right?

Yes, yes indeed. We're all alone.

See?

I understand too well.

You're so young.

Me?

Yes, yes. Avery handsome young man.

Did you hear that?

Don't make me laugh.

Excuse me for a moment!

I'm all excited!

It's been a long day.

What are we going to do?

- Let's eat. - Right on!

A We to drink and a little to eat.

Did you see that poor lady?

What a tragedy she endured.

She's really nice.

- Nice tits. - Nice ass!

Look!

Well?

- Who's this guy, your grandpa? - It's my poor Armandino!

- How can we go on like this? - May I, Ma'am?

Thanks.

- My, such a handsome young man! - Not exactly a young man!

Poor Armandino was almost sixty years old!

But he was still acceptably...

I mean, still acceptably...

- How can I put this? - A badass, Ma'am.

- What? - Strong. Excuse my language.

Strong! That was the word I was looking for!

Well, not that strong to be honest.

But sometimes

he managed okay.

I really had everything I could ask for.

And then, how do I say it?

How do I say it?

- How do you say, she asked. - I don't know.

- Tell her! - You can say...

How can you say it, Ma'am? That's the question.

You're not from Milan, are you? Where are you from?

Milan? You kidding? I'm from Rome!

- Sit down! - Yes.

The eternal city!

How beautiful!

I would love to visit!

The monuments, the churches.

Do you even know the pope?

Are you kidding? We're practically best friends!

Lucky you! Lucky you!

Yes, but,

well, life here in Milan is so nice.

Am I right, Cainazzo?

Yes.

What?

I'm a baker by trade, you know.

- Really? - Yes, that's right!

- Do you know much about bread? - Well, no.

I knew it!

People can't even imagine how hard it is to be a baker.

Do you know how many kinds of bread exist?

More than a hundred, and I know them all!

- You must be good at your job! - There's standard and big loaves.

Semolina bread.

Bread roll.

Unleavened bread.

Rye bread.

- Come here! Hard bread! Soft bread! - Oh yes!

- Hoagie! Crunchy bread! Flatbread! - Yes! Don't stop!

Thigh-shaped roll!

- Right! That's a good one! - You like it, don't you?

- Thin bread! Star-shaped bread! Banana-shaped bread! - I love star-shaped!

- Peppered bread! Salted! Sugared! - Don't stop!

- God, I like you so much! - Oh yeah!

Crusty rolls! French bread! Croquettes!

Excuse me.

Melon-shaped! Round rolls!

You're gorgeous!

- Common bread! Tuscan bread! - Yes!

- Griddle bread! Rusk bread! - Oh yes!

- Sourdough! Sweet bread! - Yes! Yes!

Yes! Me too!

Me too!

French bread, angel cake.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving. I need to go home.

I don't want to wake him up,

Why are you leaving?

I thought you liked it here.

Yes, but I really must go. Please, tell him.

I don't want him to think that I dumped him.

He seems happy here with you.

You like him, right?

It's too dangerous out there. He's so naive.

I can't have him following me everywhere.

He's a nice guy, though.

You'll take care of him?

Yes.

May I?

Yes.

Keep moving!

Move it, thieves!

Come on!

DEATH TO THIEVES

Move it, keep wanking.

Cainazzo! Watch your back, these people are worse than the Germans!

Run! Run away!

Which way will get me out of Milan?

- Over there, through Porta Magenta. - Thanks.

It's full of Austrians.

Thanks!

Crazy fellow.

Franz! Franz!

- No! No! You can't do this to me! - Quick! Move!

No! No!

What's gonna happen to him?

You deaf? They're shooting him.

- What about us? - We'll end up the same way.

- Why? - Because this is a revolution, not a war.

Rebels aren't taken prisoner. They get dealt with!

- Because they're traitors, you see. - But I'm not even a patriot!

I have nothing to do with this. I'm not even from Milan.

Where are you from?

I don't know, but there's been a mistake!

Why the fuck are you laughing!?

Excellency, there's been a mistake here!

I have nothing to do with these people!

I have to go home. I was just passing by.

- These bastards aren't kidding around! - See? It's useless.

But I have nothing to do with this.

Well, you can tell them when they take you to that room over there.

Feel free to tell them.

- It's a court. - A court?

- Well, sort of. - Then I'm going to tell them!

I'll tell them as soon as they call me in! They have to believe me!

- Aren't you scared? - Me?

Yes. But why give them the satisfaction?

- Come! Quick! - It's better to laugh in front of these pigs.

Goodbye, my friend!

Goodbye.

Come with us.

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Let me go, I won't run away.

- Go! Quick! Get inside! - Let me go.

Stop holding me so tight. I said I won't run away.

What's your name?

Cainazzo.

You two, out!

Come back inside only when I tell you!

Your Honor, in my position as defendant,

I'd like to explain that I'm a victim of a big judicial error.

I just wanted to go home. I'm no patriot.

Yeah, I know you're not a patriot. You're just a thief.

- Isn't that true, Cainazzo? - Zampino!

Holy crap! Is it really you?

You can say that again!

You're always in trouble. Come closer.

There, all done.

This is crazy.

I've been searching for you all over, and look where I found you!

I can't believe I called you "Your Honor."

By the way, what are you doing here with the Krauts?

Can't you see? I'm with them.

But they told me you had become a hero called Liberty.

I knew it couldn't be you.

You don't know squat, Cainazzo.

I am Liberty, but I was also pretending!

I've always worked for the Austrians.

If you saw the money they're giving me, your head would spin.

So you're a traitor?

I don't like that word.

Let's say I'm a double agent.

Double, huh?

The people you try end up in front of a firing squad.

Why do you care? Are those guys your friends?

- No. - Are you a patriot?

Well?

Don't you understand that this rebellion doesn't concern people like us?

It's their business.

The Austrian, Piedmontese, and Milanese elites.

If you're smart enough, the only sensible thing to do

is to bring home a big pot of money.

That's what I'm doing.

Yes, but there's a lot of people fighting and dying out there.

I've seen them. Not all of them are nobles.

They're just a bunch of seriously deluded people.

Listen, I'll let you in on a secret.

Tonight the Austrians are leaving for good.

- Why don't you come with us? - No, I can't.

Besides,

I can't speak German. You know that, Zampino.

Don't call me Zampino, dammit!

- Think about it. If you join me... - No!

I'm serious.

The only thing I want is to go home as fast as I can.

Listen to you.

You'll always be a poor, miserable, small time crook.

Yes, I probably will, but at least I don't let my fellow countrymen get killed.

Are you trying to lecture me?

- You know what I could do to you? - Yes.

Yes, I know.

Damn it.

You two-bit imbecile. Out, get the hell out of here, you idiot!

Release him.

He didn't do anything.

Goodbye, you fool.

Have a good trip, Zampino.

Romolo! Romolo!

Cainazzo!

- How are you? - What are you up to?

I can't believe it's you!

Patriot! What are you doing over there?

Come to your leader!

Take back your rightful place in our glorious group!

Brave fighter, a time of shining glow awaits us.

Let's go!

No mercy for our enemies! Let's go!

Where the hell have you been?

I've been looking for you everywhere. I went all over Milan, and guess who I met?

The leader.

He wanted to know your whereabouts.

A real pain in the ass. Where is he taking us?

Damned if I know.

- Do you? - I don't know.

- Who knows, then? - I don't know.

Some say we're going to a place called Porta Tosa. Whatever.

Sounds like the Austrians will leave Milan if we take that place.

By the way, why did you leave without saying anything?

- You were sleeping. - Yeah, that's a good excuse.

You just wanted to dump me. Admit it.

That's no way to treat a friend. Whenever I fall asleep, you make a run for ii!

Stop talking nonsense, dummy. I had to go home.

- Weren't you happy with that widow? - I don't know.

- Did you get home? - No.

What about that friend of yours? Zampone-something?

- Zampino. Yes, I found him. - Great!

- He's dead. - Jeez, I'm so sorry. Poor guy.

Cainazzo, if we get a chance, let's make a run for it.

We can go visit the widow. She's so understanding and nice.

See this? She gave it to me.

It belonged to her husband.

- You should have seen how caring she was! - Yes, I can imagine.

- Hey, Cainazzo, next time don't run away. - No, no.

- Do you want to capture a dirty Austrian? - Of course, citizen!

He's hiding in that red house. He's with his lover, a local girl.

- We must get him! - We'll get that bastard!

You must! Sneak up on them and they won't even realize it.

They're in the middle of some filthy acts.

Dirty scoundrel!

Let's go, men!

- How did you know all that? - I...

I was spying on them. The girl is my fiancée.

- That whore! - You're a regular spy, then.

No!

No!

No! No!

So, beautiful Milanese lady, you were making love with an Austrian?

Let's see if you like it better with an Italian.

You miserable traitor.

Well, I think that's enough. Come on, let her go.

- Let's go. Forget about them. - Please, leave me be.

That's enough.

- Let her go. - Mind your own business.

- Let go, Cainazzo. - Come on.

I said let go, Cainazzo!

That's enough.

Let her go.

Hey, you!

- I'm talking to you. I said that's enough! - Who dares? Scram!

- Get Up! - Stop it!

- Let go! - You miserable scoundrel!

The hell with it!

Let go of me!

Let go!

Romolo! You bastards!

He's dead.

Holy Virgin.

Cainazzo, where are they taking me!?

I'm scared! Where are you?!

Cainazzo!

What do they want from me?

Cainazzo!

- We're free at last! - Long live free Milan!

- Death to Austrians! - Long live free Milan!

- We're free! - Long live free Milan!

- Long live Pius IX! - Hooray for Milan!

What have they done to you?

What do you want, citizen?

Are you looking for something?

No.

Why are you crying?

I'm not. It's the smoke.

Long live Italy!

We stopped in front of the textile mill, and all the others came out.

All the Austrians could do was run away!

We chased them to the Porta Tosa!

We even had a cannon with us. It wasn't easy moving it because it's so heavy!

Boy, it was so heavy!

I still have blisters on my hands!

You all saw what happened.

We were nine, then there were only four of us left.

But the cannon arrived to save the day!

Well done!

Bravo! Bravo!

Citizen Masini told us about a glorious episode of our fight.

Now we'll listen to what citizen Rodelli has to say!

Come forward and speak.

Don't be afraid, you can speak freely.

I'm a carpenter.

I'm good at using nails, but I'm not so good with words.

I can only say that we showed the Austrians what we're capable of.

They've realized what us people from Lombardy can do.

Very well said, my good man!

Such a humble and brave fellow!

And now...

Ah, good!

And you? Who are you, citizen?

What's your name?

Well?

- Cainazzo. - Pardon?

- Cainazzo. - Well done, Cainazzo!

Speak up, dear lad! Don't be afraid!

Everybody wants to listen to you! We're all friends here!

Do you also want to tell us what you've done during the revolution?

Come on, speak! Talk to the people!

Well, I'd like to say...

Tell them about your adventures.

We're hereto listen to you.

Come on, talk!

I think that...

I think they've conned us.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. They have.

Yes, yes.

There they are.

We've been conned.

They've conned us big time!

We've been conned!

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi