All language subtitles for 1961.god Italia. (EN)

For the centennial
of Italian unity,

this work of Roberto Rossellini,

is dedicated to the memory
of Giuseppe Garibaldi,

and to some of his voluntary
legends, the Thousand.

In 1860, Italy was divided
into eight states.

The Sardinian Kingdom, advised by
the Piémont and the Ligurie,

had annexed the Lombardie
the previous year,

except the cities of Peschiera
and Mincio.

The constitutional king, Victor
Emmanuel II,

and his minister, the count of
Cavour,

after the insurrection of 1859,

accepted the union with a
part of Emilia Romagna.

Austria always dominated
Venice.

The Republic of San Marino
was independent.

The Grand Dukedoms of Parma,
of Lacques and of Tuscany

voted in favor of the unification
of the Sardinian Kingdom.

The pontificate states
- Latium, Ombrie and the Markets -

were governed by the pope
from their capital, Rome.

The Kingdom of Two Sicilies
also included

the Campanie, the Abruzzes,
the Pouilles and the Calabre,

over which reigned
François II Bourbon, from Naples.

Against the borders
that divided Italy,

and made strangers of sons
of the same language,

after 60 years of heroic battles,
a unanimous cry rose...

All of Sicily
was thirsty for liberty.

In Palermo, from the night
of the 3rd to the 4th of April 1860,

a group of conspirators
met in the convent of Gancia,

awaiting sunrise, the signal of
the beginning of the revolution.

- What time is it?
- You have a watch...

5:08.

When does the day begin?

The sacristan will come to tell us
that the coast is clear.

I know, but...

Listen...

Here it is!

The convent is surrounded.

- By whom?
- Policemen and soldiers.

Let's stay hidden here.

And Ballero's men,
are they waiting for the signal?

What should I do?

You'll ring the bells.
We'll attempt an escape.

If we succeed in
frustrating the soldiers,

we'll rally the population.

Close the door.

The flag, quickly!

Follow him towards the steeple.
Get going!

Hurry!

The bells! The flag!

Stand to attention!

Half turn!

First row, knees to the earth!

Take aim...

I'm not dead...

I should be pardoned!

I'm not dead!

Here, your grace!

Shortly after, in Genoa,
April 15th, 1860,

Garibaldi knocked on the door
of Charles August Vecchi,

in the city, "Spinola a Quarto,"

and told him this.

I come to you like Christ.
I have no refuge.

You're here.

- How much?
- Two napoléons.

Let's go.

Open up.

Halt!

- What did you bring here?
- I don't know.

- Where did they go?
- To the train station.

Good, let's go!

Here he is.

Dear Bandi!

- Welcome!
- Nice to see you, General.

Hello, Nino.

Did Gusmaroli tell you
why you're here?

- No.
- Have a seat.

Gusmaroli came to find
me at Alexandrie

and told me: "the General
wants to see you."

He didn't give me enough time
to stop by my place.

- Excuse me.
- Go ahead.

Are you always in contact
with friends of Hers?

Yes.

Go back there and assemble
men together.

While passing the valley of Chiana,
you'll take the city of Pièvre,

so you can approach Pérouse...

and see if its inhabitants
are with us.

I can't give you supplies or
money or guns.

No money or guns?

Are these people resolved,
yes or no?

They were enough that sticks would
be sufficient weapons for them.

A condition that you ordered them.

Do you refuse?

I don't want anyone to reproach me for
failing my mission.

Goddamned Tuscans!

Cowards and sloths!

Don't do it.
You know him...

He has a hot temper.

What's more, given
the circumstances,

this operation would only be
destined to create a diversion.

We'll talk some more tomorrow.

- But...
- The rest can wait.

Tonight, you'll sleep
on this sofa.

I must return to the barracks.

If I'm not there tomorrow,
they'll put me under arrest.

Don't worry.
Come with me.

- Do you know where we're going?
- No.

To Sicily.

To Sicily!

Palermo has civil strife. The
revolution is taking the island.

The kingdom of the Bourbons
is unsteady.

Then again, don't all roads
lead to Rome?

The one is Sicily isn't the
shortest one!

It isn't the easiest one.

Goodnight! I'm sorry I couldn't
offer you better.

Goodnight, my General.

Can I put out the light?

Please go ahead.

Bandi...

Yes, my General?

It's late.

Be so kind as to make some coffee.

The necessities are there.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes, thank you.

- Were you very uncomfortable?
- No, not at all.

I must call Fruscianti.

We'll go take a walk on the hill.

The doctor recommended
steam baths for me.

You'll need to think about looking

if the clothing of my girls
suits you.

It's better to remove this uniform.
It attracts looks too.

Well, my General.

At your orders.

General!

What is it?

Farina has arrived from Turin.

General!

Crispi has returned from Milan!

- And the rifles?
- Still nothing.

The governor of Milan,
Massimo d'Azelio,

requisitioned all the weapons
for an operation.

The minister of the interior
didn't intervene?

Yes, but without the agreement
of Cavour...

And Cavour isn't in Turin!

It's strange that he's not.

Farina is there...

- When did he arrive?
- 30 minutes ago.

He's a troublemaker!

We'll go, with or without rifles.

Speak with a strong voice.

We'll go, with or without rifles!

I read Rosolino Pito's letters.

It's Crispi who told the truth
to La Masa

that the revolution in Sicily
was stifled.

It's alright... leave me alone.

Send for Signior La Farina.

Come in.

- Hello, Signior La Farina.
- Hello, Signior Garibaldi.

- I'm starting to remember you...
- You, you'll remember,

otherwise, I'll remember for you,

that on April 8th,

I asked the king who confided me
with the Bergamo brigade

to respond to the call of our
Sicilian brothers.

You'll recall that the king was
in favor of my request.

Two days later, he changed his opinion.

And I know because of that.

You know it too.

- I've come to resolve the situation.
- Naturally,

we still must do it clearly.

Would you like some?

I never believed that by the
operation of the holy spirit,

Cavour, Mazzini, Garibaldi,
Victor Emmanuel and Pie IX

would agree to unify Italy.

But under the circumstances,

those who will support
the operation in Sicily

risk opposing themselves to the
Piedmontese government.

- It's a threat of civil war. - It's the
situation that's threatening.

I came to announce to you

that it's impossible to revoke
the requisition of rifles.

Nevertheless, you'll receive help.

But it won't come from the government.

The National Corporation of Shooting,
of which I'm secretary, has rifles...

Is it a question of rifles,

or of old sets of bayonets?

An encoded telegram arrived
from Malta.

- Did you decode it?
- Yes.

Read it.

Total failure in the region of Palermo.

Many refugees attained Malta.

Don't come.

My rifles are at your disposal.

What impudence!

Go to hell!

To hell!

Goodbye, Signior Garibaldi.

Come in. Who is it?

Look...

A telegram!

"Successful insurrection in Palermo.
Resistance in the province."

Crispi! What did you wire to Fabrizi?

I sent him this on the 29th:

"You'll want to confirm:

"Your dispatch on the merchandise
171" - Sicily -,

"... seems questionable following the
receipt of letter 56," - Messine -,

"It needs the allocation 136,"
- Send -,

"... sacks of grain,
and if possible, 113,"

"- which means 'money'-
for the 19."

The "19" being Rosolino Pito.

Then, let's go...

Right away.

Nino, take the fastest possible contact

with the ship owner, for the boats.

Assemble the men.

With the help of destiny,
we'll embark tomorrow.

- At four.
- Yes.

Get going!

Italians!

Sicilians fight the enemies of Italy
for Italy!

Italians, it's everyone's duty to help
them with your words,

your gold, your weapons,
and especially, your arms!

A regiment that already fought
with me for the fatherland

is coming to our rescue!

Italy knows these men.

They are those who readily rushed
to their own peril.

Generous companions,

who consecrate their life
to their fatherland,

and who gave for her their last
drop of blood,

without expecting any reward besides
the purity of their conscience.

"Long Live Italy and Victor Emmanuel!"
they cried!

The same cries will resound here,
in Sicily!

This war cry has been thundering
since the northern mountain passes,

to the south of Italy,

the throne of tyranny will collapse.

And the courageous descendents
of the Vêpres

will rise up as a single man.

Sound the alarm!

Never finish with these
ancestral misfortunes.

Let's prove to the world that
all these generations

did not live in vain
on this Roman land!

Excuse me, it's urgent.

I was before you.

One moment.

Look at this telegram...

"Garibaldi has embarked
with a thousand volunteers

"... on vessels lent by Bixio,

"... to the destination of Sicily.

"Great turmoil in the
political environments..."

The next step!

General Landi is headed
towards Calatafimi.

The mafrats will land in Sicily.

Call the steward.

The steward is sorry, the doctor forbade
him to leave.

Come in.

Put the luggage in the general's room.

Over there.

Call me the officer.

Then, Signior Mayor,
these conspirators?

Who knows where these outlaws are?

Perhaps in Marsala?

Major Sforza, to the report.
They've attained Trapani.

I received orders to join you

to march against them as early
as their arrival.

March? Do you have more precise news?

They would lead themselves
towards the interior,

by Santa Ninfa and Corleone.

According to my information
they would be at Cascina Fardella.

Impossible!
I was still there yesterday.

Garibaldi wasn't there.

According to certain rumors
he might be at Marsala.

One can't say that your news
checks out!

- Shall I introduce the captain?
- Go ahead.

It's impossible to go to battle

without having more information

about the enemy forces.

You have just as much news
about the conspirators!

Yes.

Captain Scimeni of Calatafimi.
To my knowledge,

the conspirators landed in
Marsala on March 11th at noon.

We knew it!

Their assets are a thousand men,
civilians for the most part.

Some carry uniforms, but they're
civilians.

They take orders from a certain...
Galubardo...

or something like that.

"Garibaldi."

You already know him?

It's not important what I know.
Tell me what you know!

On thing is sure:
they're poorly equipped.

They have a mini-cannon and
cannons that are too old,

carried on stolen tanks at Marsala,

that they struggle to pull.

Last night, they slept outside,

on the property of Baron Mistretta.

His nephew, whose name is
Antonino Forte,

a traitor who, believe me,
loses no time waiting,

gave them a quantity of lives.

And where are they?

- On route to Salemi.
- Are you sure?

Your Excellence offends me!

See, it's here!

Adam!

Garibaldi is in Salemi!

Bring out everyone.
Go to the mill and get flour!

Turridu! Turridu!

What's going on?
To the mill, quickly!

Me, I'm going to Salemi!

Pepuccio!

Come to the mill, quickly!

The peasants raised themselves
in bands of armies.

They put themselves under the
command of traitors.

Saint Anna, Coppola,

Moncada and Curatolo.
They all followed.

I take care of myself,
despite Baron La Masa,

who is agitated with the
surroundings of Sant'Aninfa.

But your humble servant has people
of confidence everywhere.

Country mafia, eh?

No, the mafia follows the liberals
and the deceitful barons.

With this kind of bandits,

- my trade becomes difficult...
- Thank you for your information.

Open your eyes and ears...

Dismissed!

If Garibaldi wants to take Palermo

he has only one way,

the one that goes through Calatafimi.

And we will be there in
good defensive position.

- Defensive?
- Yes, by God, "defensive!"

We'll dominate the road where
the enemy will pass.

If Garibaldi presents himself,
it's he who will have to attack

while taking all the risks.

Pardon, General, why do we
defend these vagrants?

Do you know the common opinion,

especially among the people?

I think he gets easily excited.

We must be sure that
Garibaldi is at Salemi,

and know ahead of
time when he'll leave.

You are dismissed. We'll
decide afterwards.

Police!

Don't tell me you were unaware that
the mill was going to be devastated!

I'm with the military, not the police!

You deserve death!
You too, Reverend!

Yes, you too! Enough with
the priests and monks

who incite revolt against His Majesty!

A beautiful religion you teach!

What we teach does not look
upon you, General.

In this domain, I only accept
the remarks of the bishop.

I understand.

Soon you'll quote me St. Thomas

on the legitimacy of tyrannicide!

No need to quote it,
since you know it.

If the troops need flour,
you'll answer me!

You can leave.

Introduce the captain.

The bandits left Salemi
and are approaching Vita.

Are you sure?

My men saw their troops move
from Salemi to Vita.

Here's the road of Palermo.

It crosses the one in Trapani.

Then it continues by Alcamo,
Portinico,

Monreale and Palermo.

Now we're located in Pietralunga.

See, above the hill,

up there, where your men are,

the city one sees is
precisely Calatafimi

where Landi's troops landed yesterday.

- Are there many of them?
- Yes.

Pass me the binoculars.

- Who are these men?
- Peasants.

They flee from combat.

Where are the reinforcements
promised by Rome?

You could say these people
are quite a spectacle!

Be patient, everything will be fine.

They're looking at us.
Let's show them our force.

Fortune smiles on the audacious.

I believe that Rosolino controlled them.

They did what they could.

Look, General!

The Bourbons are walking to us.

See!

They'll come from the hill
of Pianto Romano,

from where the road for
Palermo is dominated.

It'll be up to you to decide to
confront them on the mountain.

This augurs well.

Where Roman tyrants have cried,
we will laugh.

Let's go.

This sweet image

Appeases my spirit

It seems to me to
Serenely gleam

The times to come

Make one step forward

Joy of my heart!

Look, I told you!

The Bourbons are at
Pianto Romano!

Beautiful troops!

They maneuver well.

What time is it?

Tell the men to eat.

Menotti, take care of yourself.

You can eat!

You can eat!
Take a walk!

Are they eating? You could
call that a picnic!

They'll lose their appetite!

They get full stomachs!
With no room for liquor!

- What sort of people are they?
- Adventurous!

I have only bread,
cheese and olives.

Thank you.

- Does anyone have salt?
- Yes!

Here it is!

This Sicilian bread is very good!

They have beautiful rifles!

They'll hear ours! My rifle!

The side is craggy and these
terraces will withstand ascension.

Do you want to fight there?

Of course! Don't you understand?

This land is even more
unfavorable to the enemy.

They won't be able to use their
principal asset: the artillery.

We're here to make Italy or die.

Make them feel my presence.

It's time to correct these
gentlemen.

Should I call back this madman?

Let him carry out his idea!

It's noon!

No one will open fire
without my order.

To fire from afar signifies fear.

Giuseppe Garibaldi!

Don't mistake my cassock,
it's more solid than your armor.

Nor this cross, it's more
powerful than your sword.

My harness!

You transmitted to the major

the order to beat the country
without engaging in combat?

Yes.

It's done!

Let's go.

They're real devils! We
need reinforcements!

Let them approach.
I'll give the signal to respond.

Send a courier to
ask for reinforcements.

What have you done,
you're crazy!

I told you to wait!

Get together!

Take a breath
and do what I say!

They took the flag of
Montevideo from us!

It's nothing, calm down.

Reinforce the flank!

Open fire!

Aim precisely, calmly!

Don't waste your ammunition!

The major sends you this flag
taken from the enemy

and says that the leader
of the Italians was killed.

He asks for reinforcements.

Why do that, if he killed Garibaldi?

Sound the attack.

Take aim!

Fire!

Let's go, Bandi!

You, up there!

The Bergamasques, to my right!

Fire at will. And aim carefully!

Help!

Help me! For pity's sake!

By the Virgin! Help me!

Don't shout, brother.
You're exhausting yourself.

Be patient.

God! Protect me, I'm
with the Piedmontese!

Don't kill me like a dog!

I'm a creature of God too!

A priest!

Keep breathing. We're almost there!

Look!

The Sicilians are coming to
lend us a strong hand!

Very good!

Sorry, I have nothing better.

Let go of my hand!
Do you take me for a priest?

Take this lemon.
It quenches thirst.

My brothers, Italy

Italy has awoken

My brothers, Italy

Italy has awoken

The helmet of Scipion

It adorned the nation's head

You heard Garibaldi!

Here, we make Italy or die!

Do you see what we're capable of?

Bravo!

They're leaving.

Defeated!

Is Garibaldi among you?

The church is full of wounded men.

They're your enemies,
be charitable.

Of what charity do you speak?
These are men, like us.

These are Italians, our brothers!

Thank you. Over here...

You've fought bravely.

They're well cared for.

They'll be able to return to their
place or enter into our ranks.

They'll also be able to
regain their regiment.

No! See what tyranny has done to you!

I'm only a man, like you.

Let's kiss on the cheek!

We are brothers.

We are equal.

The temple of Segeste
should be found over here.

Remember your studies!

- Segeste is over here?
- I'll take you there!

We're here!

It was time!

Let me drink too!

This is wine of Etna!
It'll take the steam out of you!

Let's stop drinking!

Is it possible, after
such a splendor,

to have become so miserable?

Garibaldi, help us!

Look at what the Bourbons did

while withdrawing after the attack!

Devastation and slaughter!

Take care of her.

General Mechel has arrived.

Rosolino was killed at
Passo di Renda.

The Bourbons have 20,000
men in Palermo!

40,000!

Mechel has 8,000 men with him!

Bavarian and Swiss!

What will we do?

Let's take the interior of the land
and let's call for a revolt.

No, let's go to Palermo.

- The road is blocked.
- We must go there.

La Masa is waiting for us.

Orsini will take the road of
Corleone with the wounded.

And us?

While Orsini attracts Mechel,
we'll go to Palermo.

Dear General!

Everyone is marching!

Look at what the Palermo
newspaper has published!

General Mechel

put Garibaldi in escape towards
Corleone.

His accomplices dispersed
themselves in the mountain.

The criminals who joined
against Garibaldi

will be punished in an
exemplary manner.

The King guarantees the
restoration of order

to which the population breathes.

Palermo!

This is the end of
tyranny and hypocrisy

that calls oppression "liberty,"

repression "justice,"
and the conscience "pessimism."

Let's hope, La Masa!

And now, to Palermo!

To Palermo or hell!

Garibaldi!

Garibaldi!

Arm yourself!

We must erect barricades!

I'm a French journalist. Where
was Captain Cairoli injured?

At Alberghesca, I believe.

Missori and Captain Dezza

had painstakingly tried to jump
a barricade at Alberghesca.

And the Neapolitans had
to cease fire...

- At your orders.
- Dismissed!

- Water?
- No thanks, a little.

Do we control the entrance
of the castle?

Dear friend!

What a pleasant surprise!

My friend, Alexandre Dumas!

Author of The Three Musketeers.

- Do you have a passport?
- Here it is...

Make another for this great artist.

Inscribe: "The illustrious carrier,
my intimate friend,

"can circulate freely throughout
all of Sicily."

Add: "Whoever will be benevolent
towards him will oblige me."

Halt! Who are you?

I'm a French journalist. He's English.

Were there really 800
deaths at Alberghesca?

I don't know anything.

May I be of use to you?

It appears that the 27,

Neapolitan soldiers found a family.

They killed the parents,
captured the daughter,

the one with the surname
"Splendeur" and took her.

I'm unfamiliar with these facts.

But I know some others,
that are confidential.

Come to my place tonight then.

You see the road?

Not the 1st, nor the 2nd, nor the 3rd,
but the 4th house on the right.

I believe it's at number 11.

I'm stationed there.

Alright.

A stretcher, quickly!

They entered into a hospital,

they violated the women
and they all burned!

Stop! It's me who gives the orders!

What are you doing?

- We're forced laborers.
- Stop them! We'll see.

And you?

I know your reputation.
You're a hero.

My General, here's
the parliament.

The parliament is here.

Have them come in.

Greetings.

The same to you.

- After you.
- Thank you.

To what do I owe the
honor of your visit?

We'd like to put an honorable
end to so much suffering.

That's what we want.

I only have bad cigars to offer you.

No thank you.

No thank you.

Then?

Don't you think it's time to finish?

It's certain that all this spilled blood

does nobody any good.

It needs to stop.

- I'm listening to you.
- I have the full powers.

If we can draw up a truce,

I'll go to Naples to
propose it to the King

and ask him for his instructions.

Wouldn't it be possible to come
to an agreement between us

under honorable and
discreet conditions?

I'm persuaded that we'll be
able to hear each other out.

I'm sure that with God's
assistance, the return of peace,

the calm spirits...

This will not be what I do

if this truce is not celebrated
in a grand fashion.

What are your conditions?

They're already written. Read.

That the castle have
drinkable water again.

Granted.

That we bring medicine to the castle.

With pleasure.

That we exchange the
prisoners immediately.

Certainly.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

You'll have to return us the
confined prisoners to the castle.

I can't get involved with hostages.

I swear to you on my honor
that they're treated well.

They'll be freed as early
as your arrival in Naples.

You will leave the city.

These are my conditions!

Abandon the city.

Evacuate the castle,

and you'll be able to set yourself
up in Mount Pellegrino.

Understood?

The war of liberation continued.

In Palermo, Garibaldi headed
towards Messine by Milazzo.

The coasts of Calabre
appeared at last

in all their beauty to
the liberation fighters.

Would Garibaldi succeed in
crossing this armlet?

Would he find the force
and the resolution

to launch his men to
the front of difficulties

in spite of all the plots weaved
against his enterprise?

A tiny armlet, the
Détroit de Messine,

separated the head of the
bridge of trhe revolution

of Bourbon fortifications.

The flame of liberty
advanced towards Naples.

Look, the general!

It's Garibaldi!

We've spent 32 hours
on the rally of Messine.

The weather was bad in Milazzo.

I sent a rowboat to the new ones,

and I learned that you left
Messine two days ago.

The victory of Milazzo
was a miracle.

Against such forces...

Two batteries and almost
30 pieces of artillery!

Wonderful!

The garrison went without fighting.

In Milazzo, the Bourbons
were in force.

They were made to believe
we were more numerous.

With our huge cannons!

What a general!

He's also a great politician!

I fear that politics don't mix,

and that they transform our enterprise.

Certain Sicilians would love an
immediate union with the Piémont.

The general is concerned.

He won't listen to these
overly prudent counselors.

He won't bury the
mission of his life!

Who is it?

You're welcome.

Over here.

Who is it?

You might say an officer
dressed as a civilian.

You're welcome.

Here's a letter from
His Majesty for you.

Give me a drink.

- Who's this?
- The king's adjutant.

Do you know what
the King asks of me?

Not to cross the straits.

His Majesty wasn't able
to approve your enterprise.

He stayed out of the way.

The King is a brave man.

You've only known victories.
To the peril of your life.

His Majesty is preoccupied

with your eventual
departure in Calabre.

François II still has
a powerful army.

And the Neapolitan fleet is intact.

I don't underestimate
the difficulties.

But when the people want
liberty, no army can stop it.

If you had to disobey the King,

with the intention of accomplishing
your duty towards Italy...

I know the King is a brave man.

But he's so badly surrounded!

Thank you.

Tell him...

I'll send my response to His Majesty.

Gusmaroli!

He's calling me!

- What's going on?
- I'd like to know!

Menotti, go find your father.
So he can explain this to us!

Come in.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

Nothing, dad.

When are we going to Calabre?

When?

The men are staying here, idle.
They want to know.

- In some fathoms...
- I know!

But fortifications are waiting for us

with artillery and 20,000 men.

We know.

To cross this strait,

is to propagate the revolution
throughout Europe.

Napoleon III proposed to the
English a naval operation

to block us in Sicily.

Then, let's do it quickly!

I understand.

But I don't think that
the English will accept.

It's true that it's dangerous to wait.

But I can't send you to slaughter.

We're ready for anything.

The Sicilians want the
union with Piémont

to guard their territories.

I know.

If we proclaim annexation, Cavour
will send the Piedmontese troops.

Will you be in Italy?

- Who else will do it for you?
- I knew there'd need to be a risk.

My son, it is difficult

to assume these responsibilities.

Then?

Then...

Here's the response I've
prepared for the King.

Sire, you know the affection
and the reverence

that I have for your person and
that I'd like to obey you.

But you'll understand that it's
impossible for me

to remain passive in front
of the Neapolitans,

that I'm obliged to curb.

I promised them my support.

Italy would regard me harshly
for this passivity.

At the end of my mission,
you'll be the agent

of authority that I'll have conquered.

And I'll be happy to always obey you.

Try to take this letter to
Litta Modigniani, in Messine.

Father...

Are you sure he told
the conspirators that

we're opening the fort doors?

And if that fails?

That will have at least served to
attract Bourbons to the fort.

And we'll be able to withdraw.

- You, to the south...
- Are you really ready?

I can cross tonight.

The Calabrian was taken
in a violent storm.

He fought against the
fury of the elements.

At dawn, he was still
far from the coast,

as he managed to swim
in order not to be spotted.

In Calabre, the conspirators were
impatient to get to the action.

The revolt held sway even among
the Bourbons.

Rosa!

Do you recognize me?

No.

Don't tell me that you've
never seen me.

No, never.

I'm the son of Baron Plutino.

I'm making a fool of myself.

Rosa!

I need to see someone in the village.

At least your father.

- So someone will know I'm here.
- He'll know.

You'll tell him...

I know what I have to tell him.

- Rosa...
- Get dressed!

That's it, I'm dressed.

Stay hidden. Police
are everywhere.

Everyone knows who you're with.

- You see? You know me!
- No, I've never seen you!

I'll see my father.

Wait for me and you'll remember,
I've never seen you!

I know what I'm saying!

Plutino's son is on the beach.
He told me to warn you.

Then?

You'll bring him my clothing
for the Brotherhood.

Tonight, at 5:00, is the
procession of San Rocco.

- Hide the clothing well.
- No one will see it.

Come in.
The last one in will close the door.

Come in.

Come on!

Master of ceremonies...
are we ready?

Yes!

Can we begin?

Your brother and companion
humbly opens the meeting.

- Cover yourself!
- Thank you and mercy!

Master of ceremonies,
with humility,

your brother asks you to
form the circle.

Take your place.

The Brotherhood of Montalbano

is at your disposal, dear companion.

- I thank the society.
- Thank you and mercy!

Brothers, 250 men sent by Garibaldi

will pass the straits to take the fort.

Garibaldi counts on us.

- Brothers, we must help him.
- We'll do it!

- Who will accompany me?
- Him.

We'll make a fire on the
mountain to give them the signal.

When do they land?

The beach and its
surroundings are guarded.

They're on their guard. There
are soldiers everywhere.

We know. As early as
Garibaldi's departure,

those in the fort will open the way.

The Calabrians will take the harbor.

With the artillery, we'll protect
most of Garibaldi's troops.

- Let's go!
- Wait!

Go through the garden, it's a safer
bet. It will guide you.

Courage!

Forward!

Goodnight!

A good little girl has no ears.

We're ready.
The roads are blocked.

Can we begin?

Let's go!

Open up! In the name of the law!

Open up!

- What do you want?
- Don't budge!

- Where is my father?
- Silence!

- Come with us!
- Why?

Whoever has the beard
must die in prison!

My shawl!

Take it!

- Don't move.
- Where are you going?

A good girl has no ears.

If nothing comes but misery...

Rosa!

Hush! Don't cry!

Who goes there?

Who goes there?

To the south, on board two vessels,

Garibaldi attains Calabre
with his troops.

He attacks the Bourbons,
surprised by the operation.

Here are the knights!
They have red shirts!

It's Iddu!

It's a hymn to Garibaldi!

Greetings to you, hero!
The city awaits you!

It's a joyous day. You have
prevailed over tyranny.

With fervor, we cry:
Long live Italy!

Long live Garibaldi!

In front of all these rare beauties,

I've come here, and today I want to sing

a number of songs.

Songs without preparation,

written as they came,

without style or pretention

that speak from the heart.

The city awaits you in
celebration, General!

Thank you very much.

Long live Italy!

Places, silence!

Silence!

Silence!

Back up!

Look at what the Bourbons have done!

- They've stolen everything we own!
- Even our cows!

Enough! Silence!

You're unworthy of being Italians!
Make reparations!

I don't want to punish you.
Join our ranks!

We'll welcome you as brothers,

as companions in glorious battles!

We want to return to our place
without fighting anymore!

Me too, I want to return!

Enough!

Shame on you, men without faith!

I prefer my enemies!

You oblige me to treat you
as if you were defeated!

Bandi, Gusmaroli, Menotti,
arrest these men!

Confiscate guns, ammunition,
horses and mules,

and return them to their owners.

The Bourbons who want
to fight for Italy

are welcomed as brothers!

The others are prisoners.
They'll return to their place!

Let's not sit in fear of cowards!

Go indicate the generosity
of the conquerors!

Nevertheless, in Naples,
the king François II

has prepared to leave the city.

Majesty!

Understand, I'm leaving to
save the war in Naples.

Don Peppino is waiting for me.

I will never forget your fidelity.

To honor you, I name you
Knight of San Genaro.

Libu, watch out for yourself.

I will do whatever is
possible to stay alive.

Don Miché, greetings.

You have served Naples.

And I know you've served well.

And if His Majesty listened to me,
he wouldn't be there.

You dream of Italian
unity, but in vain.

We've seen it for too short a time.

Only God knows the future.

Leave in peace, Majesty.

Rest assured that your subjects

won't forget that your departure
saved them from the war.

Let's hope so!

We'll meet again on the Volturno.

We'll be back soon.

- How sad!
- Let's put on a good face.

I give you my thanks,

in the name of Italy
and all of humanity,

for the supreme act that
you're accomplishing.

You're justified in exalting this day.

This is the end of tyranny and the
beginning of an era of liberty.

Thank you for your welcome.

Not in my name,

but in that of Italy,
whose unity you embody,

alongside your competition.

It's not only Italy that
thanks you, but Europe.

Bandi! You're finally
here in Naples!

Yes, my General.

Poor of me!
These papers stifle me!

In war, all is well.

Here, everything is going badly,
despite all the efforts.

You could even reproach me

for naming Dumas steward
of the museums.

You must be patient!
Let's leave that alone,

you need to go get changed.

That didn't occur to
me for a long time!

I must change clothes.

- A capital demands it.
- I'll do my best.

Our uniforms are seen
everywhere in Naples.

He appears!

- I'll get changed.
- Return quickly.

At your orders.

- Do you have red shirts?
- No.

This uniform is strange.

We didn't know how you were dressed!

- Do you have the same shirt?
- No, go look around some more.

- Did you hear?
- What?

The Piedmontese troops are at the
borders of the pontificate states.

- We just spoke about it.
- They're coming here.

Does Cavour want to
limit our ambitions?

Can he prevent us from
marching in Rome?

Are we going to civil war?

Cavour hates us. He's ready for
whatever it takes to achieve his ends.

He doesn't want to be
anybody's subject.

Even if Garibaldi wants
to avoid civil war,

he'll have to take
Cavour into account.

What's more, the army of
François II is on the Volturno.

Now it controls the territory

going from Caiazzo to Castel Volturno.

Their outposts are nearby and
their cavalry is at our doors.

The Bourbons will attempt an
offensive to take back Naples.

That's why Cavour's partisans

demand the annecation of Sicily
to the Kingdom of Piémont,

without waiting for Garibaldi.

We expect the worst.
Garibaldi's life is in danger.

It's very possible

His disappearance would affect

the Bourbons, Cavour,
Austria and Napoléon.

Let's stay on our guard.

What's going on?

- Someone is asking for you.
- Have him come in.

- Major Bandi?
- That's me.

- I have a letter for you.
- Thank you. Accompany him.

What is this?

A letter from Mazzini for me. He's here.

When did he get here?

Yesterday or today.

This doesn't augur well.

Those who want the annexation
to Piémont will be in danger.

This annexation will create
lots of unrest.

Should I tell the general now?

He just went to bed. Let him sleep.

I don't think he'll appreciate the news.

Come in.

You'll wake me up at 3:00.

- Yes, my General.
- Very well. Goodnight.

Yes?

Do you know who's in Naples?

Mazzini?

Exactly.

He sent me this letter.

I'll go as early as dawn
to the front of Caserta.

I'm sure the Bourbons will attack.

If it's nothing serious,

I'll return in the afternoon.

Tell Mazzini...

that I'll welcome him as a brother
who should welcome his brother.

At your orders.

After ten years!

I didn't think it was possible

to raise Sicily with a thousand men.

You've demonstrated the contrary.

I was mistaken. I'm telling
you this in all humility.

But today, I'm sure that without Rome,

unity is impossible.

Because Rome is the unique
capital of Italy.

It's what counts.

Rome! The most moving dream,

the deared,

and the most motivated
of my whole life!

But Cavour...

Don't forget that with a thousand
men, you conquered a kingdom

that you can offer to
Victor Emmanuel.

You're a symbol for the Italians.

You're omnipotent.

Demand from the king
the disgrace of Cavour.

I already did.

Two weeks ago,
I wrote to the king

for him to take part in the depravities
regarding my opinion of Cavour,

Farini and their friends.

I added:

"The accomplishment of the
destiny of Italy is close.

"In the sacred interest of Italy,

"I renounce His Majesty
to distance these individuals."

And well?

In response, the
Piedmontese troops

received the mission
to call us back to order.

I didn't think to see the King's army

invading the pontifical states,
to persist against the papists,

and to bombard Ancône!

Really!

I was as happy as I always am

when someone is opposed
to the enemies of Italy.

But the Piedmontese army
is also coming towards the south

to block the road to Rome from us.

This is the price that
Cavour pays Napoléon...

Impossible to abandon
Rome or Venice

to the Pope and the Austrians
while the rest of Europe

waits for Italy's contribution.

I know.

Cavour supports the development

of the monarchy, not the democracy.

He wants to put unified Italy
back in the hands of Piémont

and bury the myth of Garibaldi,
hero of the people,

who overshadows the King.
To his King!

One evening, I heard a cry:
"Long live Italy, death to Mazzini!"

As if I were the enemy of unity.

I don't know what the future
holds for us.

But one thing is clear:

if we're obliged to delay the
liberation of Rome and Venice,

no one will be able to call
that a renunciation.

It will be a bitter sacrifice for
unity and the peace of Italy.

Let's not forget that Piémont

is the sole military force
organized for Italy.

The south rallied itself to the cry of:
"Long live Italy and Victor Emmanuel."

It's Rome that counts!

We'll need a miracle at Volturno.

Garibaldi, you gave a mortal
blow to the Bourbons

of Marsala in Naples.

You can't doubt the victory.

The soldiers waiting for us in Volturno

are the best in the Bourbon army.

50,000 faithful men,

and fanaticized by their
officers and chaplains.

The King promised to the
troops freedom to pillage

if Naples is taken before two days.

The situation is serious.

I can't hide it from you.

I only have 20,000 men,
badly equipped.

More than half are inexperienced.

I can no longer count
on the surprise effect.

They're waiting for us on firm footing.

If they succeed in piercing
our lines, Naples is lost.

Their troops are numerous.

Let's bombard the city.

With the civil population?
It's better to lose a battle!

Don't talk back.

Lieutenant!

Push back that refuse!

Bixio!

- What's happened?
- Nothing serious, my General.

Hold on!

My horse!

Vecchi, my brother and
companion at arms,

writes this to Garibaldi of Turin:

"Your friends and admirers
congratulate you on your victory,

"and urge you to demand the coming
of Victor Emmanuel to Naples.

"Don't wait for the King
to come himself.

"Ask him publicly by telegram to do it.

"Enter into official contact with him.

"You'll thus prevail over your enemies.

"You'll have wished for his presence.
He'll not have been imposed on by you."

This letter has been
dictated by Cavour!

- In Naples agitation reigns.
- Who's the cause of it?

Those who oppose our march on Rome,

and who didn't even want
us to take Sicily!

"They want to march in Naples

"to submit ourselves.

"They treat us like republicans
and socialist demagogues."

Cavour doesn't want to
be second to anyone!

He always pushed the King
to be done with Garibaldi

and to occupy Naples.

They want to take from us
what we have conquered,

thanks to our leader.

We'll march in Rome!

Long live Garibaldi!

Gentlemen!

Menotti...

Don't yield to envy or jealousy!

We must remain focused
on the unity of Italy.

The battle of Volturno was
defensive.

It saved Naples from the Bourbons.

But it didn't destroy their army.

40,000 men remain between
Capoue and Gaeta.

Even Mazzini urges me there.

He begs me to march in Rome.

This is the first piece of
advice I received in Naples.

But how to abandon the
Neapolitan army?

Gentlemen...

We'll go to Rome. But not in a hurry.

Not right away.

That Italy will be!

I signed the following decree:

In the name of Italy and the King.

Me, dictator, according to the vow
of the nation, I decree;

The Two Sicilies, that must offer
their salute to Italian blood,

are part of Italy, one and indivisible.

constitutional kingdom
of Victor Emmanuel.

At his arrival, I'll give
back to the King

the powers that were conferred
on me by the nation.

I charge the magistrates with
the execution of this decree.

Giuseppe Garibaldi.

What time is it?

You, who are young, will see
what happens on the road.

The idea of meeting the King
makes me feverish.

He must not be much farther.

He will have spent the
night in Presenzano.

It's humid.

With my rheumatism...

See how humid it is?

My General, listen!

Here he is!

Do you hear the bugle?

The King is here!

I saw a group of Piedmontese soldiers.

On saddle!

Greetings to the king of Italy.

Thank you. How are
you, dear Garibaldi?

- Good, Majesty. And you?
- Very good.

Sire, I took Sicily

and assumed dictatorship
in your name.

Today I hold my vow all the dearer.

I give you back the power
of millions of Italians

oppressed so far by
a ferocious despotism.

Thank you.

Long live Victor Emmanuel,
King of Italy!

François II is still preparing

to engage in combat on Garigliano.

I solicit the honor to be the first

to engage fire with my men.

You've fought too much.
It's up to me to do it.

Your troops are exhausted.
Mine are fresh.

You'll be on reserve.

Can I have a little water?

Of course! It's an honor for me!

Hold on, eat! It's all fresh.

Put that there.

I was asked

to put myself on reserve with my men.

After having given back
to Victor Emmanuel

the kingdom he liberated,

Garibaldi returned to
his island, Caprera.

We'll meet again...

in Rome!