All language subtitles for The.Sicilian.1987.BluR

- Is he better?
- I think so.

- But, of course, with tuberculosis...
- He still smokes?

That's marvelous.

Yes.

Now I'm gonna take a bath.

What's this?

That was my uncle Dominic.

His last wish
was to be buried in montelepre.

He was a Saint.

He fell off this ladder yesterday.

Authorization for burial?

He fell on his head,
and my aunt, who was there, she...

License!

For mules!

Identification?

Run!

Giuliano!

Out of the way!

Egg! Egg!

Hey! Hey! Stop!

Those horses
must go back to the stables!

Get off!

Like Billy the kid,
you son of a bitch!

Hey!

God, you're hit!

Why did you...?

Come on!

You're bleeding to death!

Good morning, captain.

- Duchess.
- Are those two boys from our village?

Yes, from montelepre.

The young one, giuliano, just killed
one of my men on the trapani road.

We caught them stealing.

Giuliano and his cousin.

- Stealing what?
- Grain for bread from montelepre.

Grain?
They sell it in the village?

Worse. Give it away
to the ones who won't work.

Ah...

If your excellency
would just sign this complaint...

You know, back in hartfort,
Connecticut, we have this old saying:

"Let them eat bread."

It's not for the grain.

It's for your horses, which they stole.

Oh, don't worry, captain.

I'll get them back.

In the usual way.

I'm sorry about your man.

It's all right.

You know, it's very unlike a village boy
to kill a policeman.

It's usually the other way around,
isn't it?

Good-bye, captain.

Giuliano.

Who fired first?
I want the truth.

The police, father. I swear.

See, we had stolen this grain.

You know, one of giuliano's ideas.

There are all those people
you got starving in montelepre.

So he said,
"let's get them some food."

Good deeds
are always punished here.

His was.

Can he stay here until he gets well?

No chance of that.

He's dying?

Well, he isn't living very long.

Not with that hole in him.

And all the blood he's lost.

We'll get him a doc.

A real doctor!

Even a barber knows death
when he sees it.

He was always a generous boy.

Die...?

Just like that? Just...
Just like that?

For some lousy bread?!
For Christ's sake!

He should have known
that it was god's will.

People have always starved
in montelepre.

And always will.

Amen.

He is young.
He is strong.

He may take his time about leaving us,
but leave us he will.

I'm not leaving... yet.

Aspanu...

I want you to go now...

...to Giovanna.

Tell her...

Tell her I will come see her... soon.

I can't leave you up here like this.

With these...

Obey me!

I'll tell you, professor,
it's hard to believe.

I cut his hair,

your godson's hair, just last month,
an American g.I. Look he wanted.

Now he's a murderer?

Price on his head?

It's terrible. Terrible.

It's no more terrible than one
of your haircuts on his head.

That's unworthy of you, professor.

Try again.

I'd rather not.

First, Adonis, your godson giuliano
gets in touch with you...

He will.

...you'd have to tell him
that he is to surrender.

Is that understood?

I take no orders from you, quintana,
and giuliano takes none from me.

He killed a policeman.

We don't do that here.

He was trying to deliver food
to the people!

That is not his job!

What he's done is also a crime
against the government of Italy.

Sicily is Italian, like it or not.

I am the mayor of montelepre,
like it or not.

I am, as you are,

a friend of don masino croce.

- Giuliano is very young.
- And very stupid.

don masino orders him
to surrender.

Then...

don masino will pay the dead man's
family the usual indemnity,

and charges will be dropped and...

And giuliano will be free.

If he joins don masino.

don masino has always
had his eye on that boy.

Damned if I know why!

He's wild.

No controlling him.

Who wants that?

But...

He is lucky.

The duchess got her horses back.

You've got blood on your shoe.

I give a bad shave, you know that.

Giuliano?

He's dying, professor.

They say
the people don't want land.

They say
the people only want bread.

They are wrong!

We want the land that's ours!

That's why we're here!
This is the law!

The new law.

Since the last election, anyone who
has worked in the fields of an estate

gets the right, the absolute right,

to any acre of that estate's
uncultivated land!

He is only one man.

The man bought and paid for
by prince borsa and don masino.

You are hundreds!
You are citizens!

The law is with you!

Not them!

Why...?

How is he?

He was shot in the belly.

- He says he's gonna live.
- Says...?

- You don't think so?
- If he thinks so, he will.

Anyway, he's safe in the mountains.

He told me to tell you
he'll see you soon.

Why does your brother do this?

Because the people are afraid
to claim what's theirs by law.

He is the one who should be afraid.

Is the mayor of montelepre going to
kill a political opponent in public?

You are in our way!

Aspanu!

How did you get in here?

You're smoking too much.

Giuliano is going to live.

Oh, thank god!

Or maybe that's premature.

Why?

don masino wants him to surrender.

don masino can go fuck himself.

No. We don't speak of him like that.

He protects us.

Us? He only protects
the people who pay him.

I just saw silvio ferra
outside prince borsa's gate.

Quintana's horse almost killed him.

Frisella says giuliano is dying.

If he was like you and me, he would.

But he isn't.

He's decided to live.
So he will.

I'm off to palermo.

To steal?

Hmm.

And meet some women.

What else?

You know something funny?

Some things are funnier
than other things.

What is this thing?

Giuliano is not afraid to die.

That is very funny.

I thought you'd think so, professor.

In their bodies...

...wasted and aged...

...sit the souls of old men.

How grievous are the poor things.

And how bored
with the miserable life they endure.

How they tremble, lest they lose it,
and how they dote on it.

The confounded
and contradictory souls

that sit comical, tragical,
in their worn-out hides.

Hurry up.

See you after lunch.

Your coffee is very good.
I can smell it.

From Brazil.

don masino.

I love Brazilian coffee,

which is why I always drink
chamomile tea, which I hate.

My liver has turned traitor.

My son is in Brazil.

He studies insects.

Entomology is a fascinating science.

In your world, Dr. nattore,
but not in mine.

To me, a bug is a bug.
No more, no less.

But for my son, all that matters
are the mating habits of the ceresa.

Your son is a scholar, don masino.

My son does not exist.

For me, that is.

Dear professor, don masino
has honored us with a visit.

Always a joy to see you,
don masino.

Dear old Hector.
Not many of us left, are there?

- Time...
- The enemy of man.

The only winner.

We need your counsel,
professor Adonis.

That's a very small matter, really.

don masino has a nephew
who wants to be a doctor.

Dr. nattore says the boy
does not qualify... academically.

don masino has graciously come here
to plead his nephew's case in person.

don masino has done
so much for our university,

I thought that if we put
our heads together

we could find a solution
to this problem, which...

The solution to any problem

can usually be found
within the problem itself.

How wise.

As Hector here knows,
i am not much of a reader.

As for mathematics, a mystery,

well, I can add, of course,
and subtract.

And divide.

You flatter me.

Anyway, I've been able to pick up
just about all I ever needed to know

in my line of work.

Why can't my nephew do the same?

I beg you, sir.
Don't break my poor sister's heart.

Please...

-I'm sorry. Of course...
- What harm can my poor nephew do?

I'll get him a government job
with the army or with old people.

He can hold their hands
and listen to their troubles.

He's a sensitive boy.
He can't stand the sight of blood.

I think there's a curse on my family.

I'm afraid, sir, that
that is part of the problem.

Professor Adonis,
don masino's nephew...

Wants to a be surgeon.

Your nephew, for all practical
purposes, is a functional illiterate...

Who will someday have to enter
the human body with a sharp knife.

- In fear of blood.
- My dear don masino, I...

I think I see a way
through this labyrinth.

- Let me propose a compromise.
- Impossible!

Your nephew will receive
passing marks to become a doctor,

but not a surgeon.

He will then be given
a large pharmaceutical book.

When he is told a symptom,
he will look it up in the book

and prescribe a cure.

I predict extraordinary success
for the boy.

I know the boy.
He is a born healer.

I surrender.

Once again, professor Adonis,
you have defeated me,

with your good sense
and your reasonableness.

So be it. My nephew will be a doctor,
and not a surgeon.

My ambitious sister,
a born surgeon herself,

a butcher anyway,
will have to settle for that.

You must resign
from the university today.

- You're mad.
- No. But you are.

Why? Why should I leave?

You have said the word "no"
to don masino croce.

That means you can no longer
live in sicily.

- How do you feel?
- Did you ever have a bullet hit you?

- I am franciscan, not a jesuit.
- Well, first, you feel this shock.

And then pain. Then all this hot blood
starts to come out.

- And you feel wonderful... immortal.
- And so you are.

You are about to return
to your heavenly protector.

You feel you're someone else.

Someone untouchable.
Someone who could...

The answer to don masino,
your earthly protector, is no.

You see,
i think I can do just about anything.

Since... since you were shot?

Since I was shot and did not die.
As I was supposed to.

Here is don masino,
your earthly protector.

He is our chief.

Here, the rich landlords,
like prince borsa.

They pay don masino and his friends
to protect them.

Here is the church...
And hope of heaven.

After death, of course.

- Which of the three will you join?
- None. I'm over here.

L.\ \ i“ 'i \ .\ \

no one can live in sicily

without the blessing
of one of the three circles.

- What about the people?
- The people?

They are the dust you draw
your circles in. Those are the people.

Sicilians are hopeless.
I mean exactly that.

Nothing changes here... ever.

Giuliano says no.
He is romantic.

He wants to give or buy land
for the people.

- Is he a communist?
- No. No. No. No.

But he's engaged
to silvio ferra's sister.

This election is going
to give our party trouble,

thanks to silvio ferra
and his friends.

Where do they come from?

They spring up
like mushrooms after rain.

Anyway... the minister is frantic.

I have this terrible burning
in my stomach.

There's nothing wrong with the soup.
Now drink it, masino.

You always have this terrible burning
in your stomach.

The way you used to eat and drink,

it's a wonder you have
any stomach left at all.

It's mushroom... oh, god.

I know it's poisoned.

Oh...

Sorry, Enzo.

What about giuliano?

He goes to the mountains.

To be a bandit,
like terranova and passatempo?

No. I don't want him to end up
like them in a prison cell.

- When do they go on trial?
- Never.

I have decided to free them myself.

From hell, I should think.

You tell giuliano to behave.

He will be safe
because he is under my protection.

What must he do for you in return?

I want him to like me, that's all.

But you tell him if he so much
as looks at a bug, he is a dead man.

- don masino is our friend.
- He is not my friend.

And he is not
my brother's friend, either.

He could be.

I can just see him
helping us divide up the land.

I hate political women.
So does giuliano.

Don't get mixed up in this election.
He's got enough trouble.

Don't worry.
Opposites attract, they say.

You look good.

You look different.

- Hey! Moustache!
- It excites women.

You should grow one, too.

- Giovanna?
- She's like a broken record.

She tells me, "don't let giuliano
work for don masino".

-"Don't let him rob the poor people."
- The poor people?

We will never rob poor people.
That's a promise.

- You make a handsome priest.
- Shall I join the order?

Over my dead body.

How's your brother?

- Do you care?
- Yes, I do.

Ever since
quintana knocked him down.

He's also right, your brother,
you know... about the land.

We are in deep shit,
and you talk politics.

Well, it's all the same, isn't it?

Professor Adonis
says you have to go up.

Up with the angels.

Angels like passatempo
and terranova.

Don't worry.

I'll come down to see you.

Anyway, no matter what,

I am very proud...
You did what you did.

That I said no to don masino?

Maybe one day I'll say yes.

- To your brother.
- Over my dead body.

- You're really going up with me?
- Yes.

I want to be an angel, too.
What do I care for palermo, hm?

Bright lights... women...

Well, if you want to be an angel...

...you've got to change your shoes.

I'll never forgive
what they've done to you.

- I think what I shall do them...
- What are you going to do?

Save the world, what else?

Don't worry.
I have a plan.

- Be careful.
- All right.

For you.

- Did you find out where they are?
- In the police barracks.

On the trapani road.

Did you rob a bank?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.
A small bank.

Hey, general!

I've got your wine!

Wine!

Aspanu pisciotta!

- Who ordered this wine?
- Commander roccofino.

Move! Move!

All right, bring them in.

You bring them in. I'm not breaking
my back unloading this stuff.

- You gotta help her there!
- Forget about it!

She's drunk, the bitch!

There's only one thing
she's good for!

All right. All right.

- Unload this wagon.
- Shit.

Wake up, bitch! Come on!

- Drop your belt, corporal.
- So that bitch is giuliano, huh?

- Don't be insulting, corporal...?
- Canio... silvestro.

Take your belt off.

Unlock your cage, Mr. silvestro.

- Giuliano!
- Giuliano!

Get your hands up!

You're free to go.

Or you can come with me...

...to the mountains.

Get moving.

- Get moving or I'll kick your ass!
- If you do, I'll kick yours.

And now, I want terranova
and passatempo.

Sit down, Mr. silvestro.

Corporal silvestro.

Aren't you a bit young
to be declaring war on Rome?

At my age, Alexander the great
had conquered half the world.

- They called him "fire from heaven".
- Alexander...

He wasn't a sicilian, like you or me.

There's no fire in our heaven to fall.

I am Salvatore giuliano.
You are both in my debt.

It's a miracle!

- Please... let me kill him.
- No!

Let us respect him.

We don't kill the police.
At least not deliberately.

Who says there's no
"fire from heaven" in sicily?

Why should they come?

Because I was supposed
to die back there!

But I didn't, for the second time!

Don't worry!
They'll come, they know...!

- Know what?
- That I am not like anyone else!

Passatempo won't come!

Even passatempo
is impressed by miracles.

The only thing
that impresses him is cash.

I'll see he gets plenty of that!

- All I want from him is loyalty!
- Loyalty?

Passatempo killed the uncle
who gave him his first donkey!

Then, I'll have to teach him
the meaning of loyalty.

Terra Nova!

You'll get used to the cold up here.

Passatempo!

- Where are your men?
- Where I want them.

And where is that?

Watching you... watching me.

- We are in your debt.
- So how much?

To each of us one-third
of all we collect.

- Fair enough.
- But you follow me.

Is that understood?

You are a boy!
But you are lucky.

We'll do good business.
You'll be rich, giuliano.

I must warn you.
I want to help the people buy land.

Why do you want to do that?
No one else ever has.

Because no one else ever has.

Giuliano, if you're a communist,
we're finished.

I will only kill for a good Christian.

I am a good Christian.

Well, don't be
too good a Christian.

- Or you'll end up alone.
- Me? Never.

- So what do you want?
- Land.

L I join you.

L I join you.

Salvatore giuliano!
Lord of the mountains!

- What the hell's going on?
- Let me through.

No one gets hurt
if your men unload the money.

- Give the order.
- What if I refuse?

Stay down!

Move! Come out!

Get out! Get the fuck...
Get out!

Come on.

Tell the newspapers
that I, Salvatore giuliano,

accept the army's
generous contribution

to the poor people of sicily.

The money will be used to buy land
for those without land.

Food for those without food.

- Your share of the money, not mine!
- My third, of course.

I want all the credit.

Silvio.

- For me or for the election?
- Neither.

For the peasants.
To buy land with.

You are serious, aren't you?

All I want is for them to know
that I did this. For them.

Why don't you run
for president of sicily!

I've killed too many people.

Or maybe not enough.

I wonder if... they'll love you for this.

They're very odd, our people.

We'll know soon enough.

Won't we?

My old friend,
i must say that here in Rome,

I follow, as a sicilian, of course,

your young friend's career with pride,
for his... for his clashing style.

But as minister, I am humiliated
when he makes my police look stupid.

And as a conservative politician,

I'm terrified when he stars
giving ferra money

to buy land for the peasants.

He could make ferra popular.
We could lose the election.

My dear trezza,
if you want me to make a speech,

I will make a speech on the radio.

And sicily will listen, and that will be
the end of giuliano the politician.

If the peasants
vote communist next year,

our party is finished.

Because the communists
are just like the fascists,

they want all the power
concentrated in the state.

This means they will not allow me
to protect your interests.

Or you to protect mine.

The parties of the left
must be destroyed...

Crushed!

Your young friend
must give up silvio ferra.

Let me tell you about this girl.
She has dark red hair...

Green eyes...

Skin pale as milk.
Fresh milk.

We are talking of life and death,

and you sing me
the song of Solomon?

Save the whores till later.

I sing not of a whore
but of Giovanna ferra.

She is the sister of silvio.

Giuliano gives her money
to impress her. That is all.

He is not a communist.
He is just in love.

I envy him.

Commander roccofino has asked
for reinforcements. He wants...

Once giuliano helps us
win the election,

we can always find a solution.

Why should giuliano help us?

Look, there are matters
that I must leave to Rome,

and there are matters
that Rome must leave to me.

The more of a people's hero
my friend becomes,

the more use he will be to us
when the people vote.

You are a master in your house.

What news of your son?

I've been giving you news of my son.
Could you not tell?

...side with the communists?

Good morning.

- He's so handsome.
- Thank you.

Let's ask him.
Do you have the new --?

All right.

I could never control passatempo.

But you have him eating
out of your hand.

What next?

Will we be having the pleasure of
your husband's company this evening?

I hope not.

He's quite happy in Paris,
spending my money.

- How's your harvest?
- The best in years.

You heard, didn't you, how they tried
to take some of my land.

Communists!
I told don masino,

"hang them now, before the election.
After, it will be too late."

You know, sandro, just between us,
i can't see what's wrong

with letting them have the land
we don't use.

- That's a very American thing to say.
- I am very American.

Although, maybe I'm too sicilianized.

Anyway, what we don't use
is worthless.

Hello.

Why, it's giuliano himself.

Let's make a place for our guest.
Here, beside me.

- L'm sorry, but I've already eaten.
- Oh, that's right.

- You dine early in the mountains.
- Yes.

My word.

But the rest of you,
go on with your lunch.

Prince bursa...

- This is a pleasure.
- Hmm, quite.

I've come for your jewels.

They're upstairs.
I know where you keep them.

May I have your watch?

Thank you.

- You have more.
- Yes, in the bank in palermo.

Last night, you wore
the crotone emeralds.

I sent them back to palermo
this morning.

No car has gone from here to palermo
in the last week.

All right.

Don't make a mess.

- You're an American, aren't you?
- Yes.

And like every sicilian,

you want to go to America
and start a pizzeria in New Jersey.

No. Never.

I wouldn't mind being an American.
I'd like to be free.

But no pizzeria.

What else? Mafia?

You people knew a lot more
about them than I do.

After all, you pay them.

- So you are just a bandit?
- No, I'm not just a bandit.

Oh, that's right. You give money
to buy land for the people.

Or so you tell the papers.

I hate Glenn Miller.
Don't you have any count basie?

I love Glenn Miller.

Since you are so interested in jewelry,
have you heard "string of pearls"?

Yeah. It's okay.

Too fast.

Slow down.

Like this.

- Your ring.
- What?

- Your ring! Your emerald ring!
- No!

I want it.

- From the Duke?
- My father. He gave it to me.

Now you give it to me.
I will always wear it.

"With this ring, I do thee wed..."

What?

I suppose...

...now you'll rape me.

Don't I attract you?

Yes, you do. Really.

But you're married... you're a duchess.
I'm engaged.

Please!

If you don't rape me,
i shall have to rape you!

They say he is quite musical.

Quite handsome, too.

That was my father's watch they took!
don masino will hang them!

- You're really beautiful.
- That makes two of us.

- Draw the curtains.
- I like the light.

But in sicily,
we only make love in the dark.

Then, it's time you tried the light.

You want to look at me.
I want to look at you.

Women don't want to look at men.

- They do, if they are in love.
- Love?

Well, lust.
Will that do?

American army shorts!

You must have seen a lot of them
when your army was here.

My husband married me for my money.
I married him for his title.

- L'm not a nun.
- No, you're a rapist!

How do you paint upside down
on a ceiling?

With great difficulty, I should think.

- Do you know Truman?
- Is what human?

Truman, the president.

Your president.
Do you know him?

In Hartford, my father is a republican.

A what?

Never mind.

What do you want to know
about Truman?

You know I make statements
in the newspapers.

Yes! We love them!

I mean that.

The sicilians love you
for what you say.

Some of them.

Could you get a message
from me to Truman?

Yes. I suppose I could. What?

I could get sicily
to hold a referendum.

Sicily would then vote
to join the United States

as the 40-something or other state.

- And then Truman take us in, okay?
- What about Rome?

- What about Italy?
- They're killing us. Why am I a thief?

Because they shot me here for getting
bread for montelepre. Why?

Because if I didn't steal, a lot
of people would have starved. Why?

- Why?
- Because there is no work.

I'm afraid Mr. Truman won't help you.
He can't.

- But why don't you go to America?
- And do what?

- Work.
- In a pizzeria... in New Jersey?

No, thanks.
Here, I am giuliano.

Not for long, I'm afraid.

Don't worry about the jewelry.

The insurance company in Milan
will pay you.

And you'll be all the richer.

- Keep the ring.
- I plan to.

But I will wear it.

With that ring, I do thee wed.

What can I say? You are right.
A quarter of a million is a lot money.

Yes, it is.
And it's my money, not yours.

don masino, we pay you very well
so that we can live here safely.

Has any bodily harm
ever befallen your excellency?

- Mimmo, bring me a Coca-Cola.
- Yes, sir.

The champagne is too acid
for me now.

So I drink the drink of your people.

No, no, no...
I will pour it, thank you.

don masino...

- It seems to me only fair.
- How Americans love that word "fair".

- I drink to fairness for all.
- Oh, please, no wit, don masino.

You're acting out of character.
No irony, please.

Oh, but I have so many characters.
So many uses.

And here is one, as if by magic.
Your jewels, excellency.

Brought to you

by professor Hector Adonis
of the university of palermo.

Italy's number one authority
on Dante.

Leopardi.

So, all's well that ends well.

Ah, you'll pay too much, I agree.

But as you have no intention
of ever telling the insurance company

you got your jewels back,

that will be one hundred percent
profit for you.

From what I'm sure
was a very interesting transaction.

Interesting?

You have met...
And even got to know...

...the handsomest young man
in sicily.

He's keeping the ring,
your excellency.

- Why?
- I suppose... he wears it.

Aww. Oh, it's like grand opera.
So romantic.

The bandit,
the beautiful American duchess.

Passion.

She's mad.

And she's American.

You may be a sicilian duchess,

but you're still an American woman...

...and a match
for any sicilian man.

I'm at your knees.

Stay just as you are, don masino.

It'll make me blush
if you get down on your knees.

Oh, if I had the power
to make you blush...

Aren't you afraid?

- Of making you blush?
- No. Of giuliano.

- That boy?
- If I were you, I would be afraid.

You know what they call him?

The lord of the mountains.

- Well, sicily is mostly mountains.
- True.

But the money and the power
is here by the sea.

There is nothing in the mountains
but goats.

And giuliano.

May I have the honor, excellency,
of dancing with you?

To show that we are friends...
As always.

I didn't know you danced.

Oh, when I was young, I used to go
to what they called "tea dances".

Like your husband.

You know, he and i
were boys together.

He a Duke, I poor.

But here in sicily,
all men are the same.

Yes, and all women
are either Madonnas or whores.

I was just in Rome.
How that city wakes me up.

I always come back here
with a new zest for life.

The only zest sicilian men have
is for death.

Don't say the word.

Thank you, professor.

I think the... weather is changing.
Good night, gentlemen.

- Thank you, madam.
- Good night.

Well?

He still refuses to meet you.

But he accepts your...
Paternal affection.

But that's a beginning.
What he wants I give.

Giuliano is coming to palermo.

No, he's not coming to palermo.
That is out of the question.

I think... I know you're crazy.

If anybody recognizes you...

How could they? I don't look like me
all dressed up. Do I?

Well, you don't look like somebody
who wants to help the poor.

I bought your dress
because you're poor.

I bought this suit because I am poor.

I wanted... really white trousers,
wear a zoot suit.

Didn't anyone ever tell you
that you were a show-off?

My mother.

- What did you do that she said that?
- I shot her.

- I don't think that's funny.
- Okay, I'll never make a joke again.

Not that kind... not to me.

- Let's go out, I wanna go dancing.
- You are crazy.

- I am crazy to be with you in palermo.
- Yeah.

- I want you to take me home now.
- Hmm.

- L'm giuliano.
- Giuliano?

See? No horns, no tail.
Tonight I celebrate.

I'm getting married.

Hit it!

His story starts here.

There's our hero giuliano
and his cousin, aspanu pisciotta.

Which one is his cousin?

You see,
there's a coffin with grain in it.

- But the police shoot giuliano.
- Oh, no! They can't shoot him!

- Happy easter, professor.
- Christ has risen.

Amen.

May the body of Jesus Christ keep
your immortal soul and life. Amen.

May the body of Jesus Christ keep
your immortal soul and life. Amen.

May the body of Jesus Christ keep
your immortal soul and life. Amen.

- Who is he?
- Father doldana.

- He's been here for three months.
- He has rough hands.

Salvatore giuliano.
My sister has spoken to me.

You have my blessing.

And my gratitude for your support.

Yah!

Roccofino,
he's got more men with him!

He must... we must...
All of us, do what we have to do.

Silvestro canio is here! Alone!

He wants to join us.
You want me to kill him?

The oldest trick there is.

The man's a spy.

Well, because of you,
i lost my stripes.

What can I say?

So what do you have to say?

I know who betrayed you
on easter Sunday.

The new priest, father doldana,
was having his hair cut,

he said you'd be in montelepre
last Sunday.

- Who told him?
- I think he heard it in the confessional.

He thinks!

- He is no priest.
- I know.

And the barber, frisella,
he told roccofino.

Frisella has always been
on the payroll.

- He's lying.
- Why?

He'll betray you.

Betray me?
Only a friend can do that.

All right, silvestro,
we'll see if you're lying or not.

Put it down.

I've got someone in the chair.

You are not in the mountains,
giuliano.

Come outside.

- For god's sake, say something.
- What?

You're the mayor.
You're the friend of don masino.

I am. You're not.

Come outside.

Salvatore... Salvatore...

Salvatore...

Salvatore...

[ Crying 1

I cut your father's hair for 20 years!

I've known you all your life!

Giovanna...

Giovanna!

[ Crying 1

I gave you lemon ice
when you were a baby.

I saved your life when you were shot.

- Make your peace with god.
- Don't let my wife and boys starve.

They won't starve. I promise.

- For my son... when he grows up.
- No! Giuliano, don't!

You're not...!

You're not wise!

So die all who betray giuliano

what are you gonna do about it?

Until don masino
lets me have more men, nothing.

I remember
when he bought those shoes.

- He said they would last him forever.
- They did.

I've known many hard men in my life,
but the really hard ones

are those who are able to live
with what they have done.

Why? In public?!

Everyone must know
I'm a serious man.

Then, serious man,

give these to his son, yourself.

If you dare.

He wanted you to have these
when you grow up.

What I did, I had to do.

You see... he...

He...

I told him I would look after you.
I will. Always.

Your excellency.

Salvatore giuliano
respectfully requests your company

for a short visit with him
in the mountains.

- May I take my umbrella?
- Of course, excellency.

When we go outside,
don't try and run.

Actually, I don't run. Ever.

Not since school, of course.
I have asthma.

- It's very beautiful.
- Yes... scarlatti.

He was born near here.
He had asthma, too, I think.

I don't suppose it's raining?

No, excellency.

I'll get more food for you.

Are you ready, my son?

I hope so, father,
for I have sinned.

Since my last communion,
i killed a man.

Worse.
He suffers from pride.

A priest must defend himself, too.

I shall make my confession
in the mountains.

- Where we'll all be...
- Closer to god.

- Am I still not wise?
- No. I am the unwise one.

Because I love you, blood and all.
Heaven help us both.

We meet again, prince borsa.

Again?
Oh, of course, Camilla's lunch.

Yes, you were simply riveting that day.

Riveting?
I hope that's a compliment.

It is.

- Well... Camilla's ring.
- Her father gave it to her.

Oh!

- Didn't he?
- In point of fact, he didn't. I did.

You, too?

Since you put it like that,
yes, me, too.

It's going to be fun
having you around.

I've always been curious about you.
We're sort of the same age.

He's 45 if he's a Clay.

Well, that's not so old.

Hmm.

You'll like it up here.
Good for asthma.

At the risk of being tactless,
what may I ask do you think I'm worth?

You know, in the marketplace.

Well, the government has a price
of 10 million on my head.

So, I figure it would be an insult
to the richest man in sicily,

if your ransom were not...

...ten times the price for me.

I hope my family values me
as highly as you do.

They'd better.

The news comes just like our police.

After the crime.

So, here we are, all together.
Friends.

Friends with a common enemy.

Each of you rules your own city.
Well, I am a prisoner in mine.

Giuliano lets me live in montelepre

because he is not ready
to fight all of you.

But when he is...
What will you do?

I'm here to listen.

My dear, don masino.

You know the respect
we all have for you.

If it weren't for you and your many
friends in the American army,

we wouldn't be here today.

That was yesterday.
Today we are being challenged.

Made fools of.

If we forgive the kidnapping
of prince borsa, we lose all respect.

Ag Reed.

Let me make one final effort
to reason with giuliano.

No.

Thank you.

I knew that you would agree with me.
But then that is our strength.

We always act as one.

You make no sense, bursa.

You say you treat your servants
like your own family,

yet if one of them
claims any of your land,

no matter how useless, you kill him.

The land, no matter how useless,

has belonged to my family
for one thousand years.

I hold it for my son,
as my father held it for me,

and his father before him.

We will never let it go.

We can't let go.

What happens
if the communists win the election?

They won't.
Sicilians believe in god.

What?

- The fake priest is dead.
- Good.

I crucified him. Alive.

- He is a cruel man.
- You are not?

I do what I have to do.

- People say you're a communist.
- I hate politics.

I also believe in god.

Well, you're marrying
silvio ferra's sister...

He wants to take my land.

For the peasants.

I'll help him do that. If I can.

Why are you so eager
for people to love you?

Why are you so eager
for them to hate you?

Hate me? They don't.
They can't. I'm the prince.

I am like the south wind from Africa.
I've always been here.

You haven't.

We don't get that ransom soon,
you won't be here much longer.

Then, my son will be the prince,
and the south wind goes on.

I hate what you people
have done to us.

You don't hate me.

You hate not being me.

But if you were born me,
you would have never been you.

So, you can take my money, my life,
but you can never be me.

- That's metaphysics, aspanu.
- That's horseshit, giuliano!

That's life, gentlemen.

He has refused to come to me.

But he says that I can come to him
in the mountains.

Like a king.

I put a reward
of 10 million on his head,

and now he has put a price on mine
three times that.

He forbids the police to patrol
the streets after midnight.

- So his men can visit their families!
- Oh, in sicily, the family is everything.

Thank you, sir!

Taxi!

- Well?
-Lt's not a bad likeness.

Christ, what next?

- What kind of a man is he?
-L've never met him.

You've never met him?

No.

The last time I saw you,
you said he was your son.

I meant the son I never had,
but that I mean to have.

You know I have spies in his camp.

Hmm.

And if I gave the word for them to kill
him, you know what they would do?

They would kill me.
They love him.

All sicily loves him.

In the last election,
silvio ferra nearly won.

This year, he will win if...

I will win us this election,
but on one condition.

You must promise giuliano a pardon.

Anything is possible in Italy.

But even here,
the sun cannot rise in the west.

He has committed
every crime there is...

I said, promise him a pardon.

Will that work?

He is getting married.
He'll want to settle down.

- Emigrate?
- Promise him a pardon.

I won't say I hope we meet again.

But we had a good time, didn't we?

I did. No asthma.

Giuliano, stay out of politics.
For your own good.

Nothing changes here.

If you keep on saying
"nothing changes", nothing will.

- And I shall keep on saying it.
- You will. I won't.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye, gentlemen.

He doesn't want me to shave him.

He's shaving himself.
He hasn't done that in 20 years.

- You look like a bridegroom.
- And you must perform the service.

Something in your eye?

- Dust.
- Dust.

Sicilian dust.

You look fit, Hector.

And you look like the president
of the Republic.

I kiss your hand.

- You kept me waiting a long time.
- I am flattered.

Well, here we are, at last.

I've just been to Rome.
I think we have a way out.

- Out of what?
-Lnto what?

The government is afraid

that you support the communists
in the election.

I said that was impossible.
You are sicilian.

You are the sicilian.

How do you know
the Russians won't pardon us?

Let us be practical.

Trezza's party
is the least dangerous to us.

So it is for our common good
if they win.

What is our common good?

Well, for us, communism
is not commonly a good thing.

You agree to that, don't you?

If I help trezza's party,
what will I get?

A kick in the ass.

As a sign of good faith,
the minister has sent you this.

Colonel amato's military plan
to destroy you.

This is my wedding gift to you
and the beautiful Giovanna.

The minister has also promised me
personally that he will pardon you.

After the election, of course...
Which we win.

Hmm...

I'm sure he would never lie to you.
Nor to me.

Even so, I want to hear trezza's words
from his own lips.

Minister trezza will make the promise
directly to you in Rome.

I can't go to Rome!
You know that!

No, but you can go to palermo,
as you have already proved.

You can go to the cathedral.

The cardinal will tell you
of trezza's promise of a pardon.

If you can't trust the cardinal...

I trust no one!

Except aspanu pisciotta.

Let him talk to the cardinal.

I've always known
we would be friends.

I've always known
we would be friends.

Yes... I hear you, don masino.

I understand you.

I kiss your hand, my son.

Good-bye.

Come in, my son.

Hello, aspanu.

Is this life, gentlemen?

Whatever it is, aspanu pisciotta,
it is better than death.

We have a message from Rome
for Salvatore giuliano. A solution.

For both of you.

Rome is very sensitive
to giuliano's popularity

with certain elements
of the population.

Our people listen to him.

They don't listen to anybody
except when I've got this...

...to their throat.

- Please. Not in front of his eminence.
- That's a bit crude, aspanu.

- I was like you once.
- You were never like me.

You see, we are honest...
In our way.

"In the event that Salvatore giuliano,
resident of montelepre

in the province of palermo in sicily..."

I'd know that cough anywhere!
Even if I were dead!

Which you will be, soon enough!

You just made a deal
with the government,

the mafia, and the church!

- A deal? To do what?
- Keep the communists from voting!

- Scare the peasants!
- And?

You, me...
Me, too, that is, are pardoned.

Then?

Ijoin don masino,
you go to America with Giovanna.

With luck!

Hey! The lord of the mountains
and his lady.

May I dance with your lady, lord?

Hold on.

Thank you.

You look beautiful.

No, I mean it.
You really look beautiful.

Stay with me.
Just stay with me.

- L'm not a singer, I'm a dancer!
- A hundred years!

That's way we do it in palermo!

Giovanna says you may leave
the mountains one of these days.

That's what she wants.

Is that what you want?

I don't know.
I'd hoped to do something...

You know, big, for the people.

If we win this election,
there'll be land for everyone.

- That's something big.
- I thought nothing changes in sicily.

- Don't work with the communists.
- But on land reform we're allies.

Don't be.
Not this time, please.

As a wedding present for us!

Giuliano... a hundred years!

We fire over their heads!
Remember!

- Got a lot of family down there.
- So do I.

Firecrackers.

Halt! Stop!

Take him away.
We're here for the living only.

You!

[ Crying 1

- I told you not to go there!
- I know.

Come on.

I said, "fire over their heads."

Scare them.
Don't hurt them.

So, idiot, whose idea was it
to scare them?

don masino.
He tricked you.

don masino's hand
wasn't on that machine gun.

And when I find out who it was...

What difference does it make?
They'll never forgive you.

I'll finish your work... if I can.

If you try,
you'll be as dead as he is.

I know.

Sad, isn't it?

Make your peace with god.
Both of you, on your knees.

I go to hell standing up.

We never fired at people.
I swear.

If he hadn't done that,
i would have shot you, too.

You do what you have to do.

Terra Nova!

Terra Nova!

So die all who betray giuliano

sanctuary? Where?

Giuliano is the most hated man
in Italy, thanks to us.

One of our connections from America

is on his way to palermo
to help him emigrate.

Too late. I'm sending in commandos,
paratroopers, armored cars...

When we finish, there will be
no mountains left in sicily,

much less giuliano.

Giovanna will go by sea to Tunis,
where she will be given documents.

Then she will be flown to America.

She will be protected by the same
family your father worked for

in New York.

You will join her later.

But don masino has arranged this
with the greatest care.

don masino always protects
what he needs to protect.

He was able to protect you
for three years!

But now... now...

Their party won the election
because of me.

Because of all the people
who got killed at ginestra.

- Now I want my payment. Land.
- They will never give it.

- I will make them give it.
- How?

Get out!

Well, aspanu, perhaps the time
has come to think of yourself!

- He's right.
- I know he's right.

- Go on!
- No!

I stay... to the end.

What else?

Giuliano!

Your eminence...
You're now my prisoner.

- Guns in the house of god?!
- A deceitful man in the house of god?

You broke your word to me.

I shall not move from this place.

Kill me here!

If you don't come with me,

I'll tie you up like a goat
and carry you off to the mountains.

- You're crazy!
- Wave to them.

Your immortal soul is in peril,
my son.

My soul? Think of yours!

There is a special district in hell
for false priests.

You'll have a lot of company there.
Many friends, I should think.

What do you want?

I wanted you to be an honest man
of god, but you were not!

Now I want you to tell the people
that the church will bless them

if they take possession
of the uncultivated land in sicily.

I am not the church.

I'm not even an honest man of god,
in your eyes.

But I'm giving you a chance
to redeem yourself.

There is only one redeemer,
and you are not he.

Now stop this comedy
and shoot your gun!

It is all you know how to do anyway.

You... lied to me.

Dare to...

Salvatore!

You have gone too far, my son.

You have sailed off the map
of this world.

I've often talked about you
with don masino.

Ever since you were shot stealing,
what was it, bread,

he has protected you.

From the friends, from the police,
from everyone.

Except yourself.

He wanted you to be his son.

I warned him this was not possible,

that you are no one's son,
except god's!

And god's purposes
are not of this earth!

don masino means to save your wife
and unborn child.

With my blessing.
He will try to save you.

I have advised against it.
Now you know everything.

My son, you are at the end.
So kill me.

As the last bit of column

in the glorious story
of giuliano the bandit.

Whatever I've been,
i was not just a bandit.

I was...

Stop the car.

Get out!

We have had only one savior,
giuliano.

And we crucified him...

...2000 years ago.

Behind those gates...

...a 100,000 of acres of land,
of unused land...

It's waiting there. For you!

To claim as yours! By law!

What do Roman laws
have to do with us?

You let five of don masino's men
starve your children?

- Have you forgotten why you're here?
- To honor your brother!

Your fear does him no honor!

Pull them off their horses.
Bring them to me.

Dismount.

Kneel and make your peace with god.

I execute you in the name of god
and sicily!

They still won't forgive me,
will they?

No, but they'll never forget you.

Colonel amato's here.

Well, you have finally succeeded

in doing what no one else
has ever done.

You've brought together
all of the political parties in Italy

with, at last, a common goal:

You, dead.

They say this army's
made up of bachelors.

So there will be no widows.

Giovanna must leave sicily now.

What?

- Something in my eye.
- Come here.

When you get to America, ring me.

- Where?
- You will be told.

Then I settle with don masino.

Then I join you.

One man doesn't settle
with don masino.

- One man?
- Two men! We're all that's left.

You're alone, Salvatore!

Well, that's how I started.

I did all right.

Leave with me... now.

No, it's too dangerous... for you.

I'll come later.

- Life is hard, Enzo.
- Who ever said it wasn't?

There is nothing more that I can do.

I know. You're right.

He's crazy. I told him.

If I could just... if I could...

You don't want credit.
Neither do I.

We'll arrange for the police,
the army to get the glory.

- But after I...
- You will give yourself up.

As his accomplice.

A year or two in prison.
No worse.

Then a pardon.

- If... what if...
- Life is hard, aspanu!

The American's boat
can't wait forever.

When I get a call, I go.

You're doing the right thing.
I promise you.

Running away?

Tell don masino that I'm only leaving
because I've no one left.

Except aspanu.

Except aspanu.

Yes.

I'm here.

- Once I'm gone, you'll be safe.
- I don't want to be safe.

- Do you want to go to America?
- No.

- What do you want?
- Land.

- What will you do now?
- I'll fight like you forever.

- Why?
- So you come back to us.

I'll tell you a secret.

I will never, ever go away.
Not really.

I'll always be here, somehow.

With you.

Good-bye, giuliano!
Good-bye!

Good-bye.

Stop the car!
I said, stop the car!

Get out, Hector.

Salvatore, I did all I could for you.

I swear... I did!

But I couldn't help you.
No one could.

You promised the people land.

They didn't want land!
They want bread! That's all!

don masino knew that.
You didn't.

And what did don masino
promise you?

Aspanu pisciotta.
Are you ready?

Shoot

I can't.

I told you I wasn't afraid to die.

Well, I'm not.

My time here is over.

Pull the trigger.

I can't. I love you.

Obey me!

This is Howard Austin, pathé news,
in palermo.

The famous sicilian outlaw,
Salvatore giuliano,

was killed this morning
in a fierce shootout

with a special Italian commando unit.

Did you bring it?

Opium?

Dreams...

So die all who betray giuliano

dream of gold, my boy.

Why didn't he...?

Why wouldn't he come to me?

Why should he?
He was his own father.

He invented himself,
then we killed him.

You and I.

Now he's gone!

What next?

What next?

There is nothing next.
There never is...

...here.