All language subtitles for I figli di nessuno (Raffaello Matarazzo, 1952) ENG

NOBODY'S CHILDREN

- Hold it there, sir.
- What is it?

- They're blasting.
- Where?

- Up top.
- I see.

- That's the last one.
- Keep up the good work.

Good-bye, sir.

Get to work!

Start cleaning that up.

You others grab shovels
and start digging.

- Where?
- Below where they blasted.

Come on, move it!
I'm talking to you!

What's going on?

See those rocks up there?

Nothing's gonna happen.
Now get to work!

Go on!

That's what he said last time,

and poor Matteo got crushed.

What are you mumbling about?
Speak up!

I said I'm not risking my hide.

Then go on! Beat it!

If I see you around here again,
I'll let you have it!

If anyone cares to follow
his example, step forward.

Come on!

If you wanna work with me,
you do as I say.

Now stop wasting time!
Go on!

- Hello, sir.
- Francesco, where are you going?

- Anselmo just fired me.
- Why?

I said it was dangerous
working beneath those rocks.

I have three little kids.
If anything happened to me -

I see. Wait here.

Get to work!

Just a moment, Anselmo.

- Speaking to me, sir?
- Yes.

Get those men away from there.
It's not safe.

Don't worry.
There's no danger. Go on!

I said to wait.

I don't want any accidents.
We've had too many already.

Then ask the count
what you should do.

You know
perfectly well yourself.

Very well.
You men hear that?

Then go work over there,
and be careful not to get hurt.

How's that, Count?

- Anselmo.
- Yes, sir.

Come here.

Why did you fire that man?

He's a loafer.
All he does is grumble.

He has a family.

Think twice before
you turn him out in the street.

We're losing our best men.
You ride them too hard.

That's one reason
everything's going to hell.

- I'm to blame?
- That's right.

I simply carry out
the countess's orders.

That's not true.

You take advantage of her trust
to do whatever you want.

That has to change...
and it's going to.

Now give Francesco
his job back.

- And look like an idiot?
- Don't worry about that.

Come here.

- Yes, sir?
- Go back to work.

- Thank you, sir.
- Go on.

Sorry, sir.

You had the count's
protection this time,

but it won't help you for long.

If he thinks
he can push me around -

- Good day, sir.
- Poldo, where is all this going?

- To the sawmill.
- The order for England?

Yes, the last blocks.

We send them shoddy work,
and it's late to boot.

Makes us look awful.

- We did everything we could, sir.
- I know it's not your fault.

Go try and prevent
any delays at the mill, will you?

You can count on me, sir.

Bernardo,
how are you feeling today?

A little better,

but this darned heart
just won't work.

I used to scamper up these hills
without a thought.

Now I climb a few steps
and I'm out of breath.

I'm not good for anything.
They'll replace me sooner or later.

No one's going
to take your job away.

- You're always so kind, sir.
- See you, Bernardo.

Full, what are you doing here?

Luisa!

I went to the quarry to see you.
Where were you?

I went into town
for medicine for my father.

He had a very bad night.

I just saw him.
He doesn't seem any worse.

Maybe during the day,
but he suffers at night.

- Don't lose hope. He'll get better.
- Let's hope.

Are you more relaxed
these days?

You were on edge
last time I saw you.

Everything's going wrong.
Morale at the quarry is low,

and everyone at home
is against me.

I only forget my worries
and troubles when I see you.

Let's sit down a minute.

- But -
- Just for a moment.

- What if they see us?
- I don't care.

I've had enough hiding
and skulking about.

But how can we ever hope
for your mother's consent?

I'll tell you again:
I don't need my mother's consent.

You will be my wife.
No one can keep us apart.

- Even if your mother is against it?
- Yes, even if she's against it.

I'll go ahead
without her permission.

I love you so much,

and I'm ready to give up
everything for our love.

How could she stop me
from marrying?

Disinherit me?
Banish me from her house?

Just as well.

I prefer to make my own way
and not depend on her.

Hold it.

- Who authorized these expenditures?
- Your son, ma'am.

Why?

He says the equipment is old
and needs renovation.

At this rate I'll have to sell the villa
to keep the quarry going.

That's what I respectfully
pointed out to the count,

but he says the whole system's
antiquated and -

His usual ideas.
But he won't get his way.

As long as I'm around,
things will be done as I say.

When I'm gone,

he can do things his way.

But for now,
there shall be no expenditures

without my permission.

What if the count orders me?

I'll speak to Guido myself.

My regards, Countess.

One other thing.

Is my son
still seeing that girl?

Yes. I just spotted them again

sharing a tender moment.

Has this been going on
a long time?

Since he first took
an interest in the quarry.

I see.

But no need to be too concerned.

Luisa's a pretty girl.
It's only natural that he would -

No, I'm afraid it's serious.
I know my son.

He's too honest
to take advantage of a girl.

You think the count's
intentions are serious?

I'm afraid so.

Steps must be taken
before it's too late.

What steps?

I don't know myself.

I have something in mind.

- Put the car in the garage.
- Yes, sir.

There's an urgent letter
for management, sir.

Let me have it.

- I'm counting on your silence.
- Rest assured, ma'am.

My regards, Countess.

What are you doing here?

I brought the countess
the monthly report.

Any orders?
- No, you can go.

Hello, Mother.

We got a letter
from Taylor in London.

Taylor?
What does he say?

He's canceling all pending orders

because we didn't honor
the terms of delivery.

He considers us old friends,
so he's not suing,

but he'll be taking
his business elsewhere.

So we're losing
one of our best clients.

Of course.

And we'll end up losing them all.

Don't be so pessimistic.

It's not pessimism.

We're doing nothing
to fight off the competition.

We're using the same methods
as 30 years ago.

So your father's
methods were wrong?

They were fine then,
but not now.

I'm sure Father wouldn't
hesitate to change them.

So I'm the one driving
the business into the ground?

No, Mother.

You're just cautious -
too cautious.

You only worry
about keeping down costs.

So what's to be done?
Let's hear it.

I've told you many times,
but you never approve.

No point repeating
the same things.

Reply to Taylor's letter
as you wish.

What?
- Listen to me.

Why don't you talk to Taylor?
- Me?

Yes. Convince him
to reinstate the orders.

But we can't guarantee delivery.

Yes, we can. Listen.

Go to London to talk to Taylor

but also to buy new equipment.

I'm giving you carte blanche.
- Me?

Then go on to Belgium
to study things there,

and come back
with detailed estimates.

You'll have the means
to carry out your plans.

- Are you serious?
- Of course.

Then thank you, Mother.

In fact, given the situation,

we mustn't waste any time.

How soon could you leave?

Right away, or Taylor
will sign with someone else.

You're right.
I'll wire him to let him know.

I'm so happy
you made this decision.

You won't regret it.
- I hope not.

Full!

Be good, you hear?

Stay here.

Finally...

I was afraid you wouldn't
come, sweetheart.

Darling.

Why did you want
to see me so late?

- I'm leaving tonight.
- For where?

I'm catching the morning train
from Milan for London.

- When will you be back?
- I don't know. I'm also going to Belgium.

- But why this trip?
- I have to go,

to build up business
for the quarry.

And your mother agrees?

Yes, I finally convinced her.
She's given me carte blanche.

I'll finally push my plans through.
They won't hold me back any longer.

What's wrong?
Why are you crying?

I don't know...

but your going away
like this frightens me.

Don't say that.

We'll be apart for a while,

but you'll always be
in my thoughts and in my heart.

Don't you believe me?
- Yes.

But what if you forget me?

How could you think
such a thing?

You're everything to me.

I'll write you every day,

and I'll send my London address
so you can write to me.

Reading your letters,
I'll feel like I'm here with you,

holding you tight
like I am now.

Luisa!

Good-bye, Luisa.

Don't worry.

- Good-bye, Guido.
- I'll be back soon.

Father!

Be strong, my daughter.

I feel like I can't go on
without him.

Be comforted by the thought

that our loved ones
never truly leave us.

They're always with us.

And remember that you're
always welcome in God's house.

Thank you, Don Demetrio.

Don't let her be alone
too much.

Don't worry, Don Demetrio.

Luisa, don't take this
the wrong way,

but you know you can
count on me for anything.

And not just as a friend.
If you wish -

No, Poldo.

I can't ever be
what you're thinking.

Why?

No, don't ask any questions.

I can't answer.

As you wish.

I must get back to work.

You're not angry at me,
are you?

How could I be?

I need your friendship
even more than before.

- How's she doing?
- How do you think? Poor girl.

She'd better get used to it

and think about finding
another place.

You'd throw her out now?

She'll realize at some point
that we need a guard.

If that's the problem,
I can be your guard.

You, huh?

Not a bad idea.

And what would you guard?
The quarry or Luisa?

You don't think -

I don't think anything.
Get back to work.

I'm going into town.
The countess sent for me.

All right. The mail came.

- When did it arrive?
- This morning.

His thoughts
immediately went to her.

I wonder what he wrote her.

- Easy enough to find out.
- How?

Anyone can open
a letter by accident.

No, don't.

It would be helpful
to know what he wrote.

He probably included his address
so she can write him back.

And if other letters
arrive from England?

- Give them to me.
- Count on me, ma'am.

- Good day, sir.
- Any mail for me?

There's nothing else?
- No, sir.

I'd like to place
a phone call to Italy.

Luisa Fanti,
at the Cava Maggiore in Carrara.

She should be at the telephone
office this evening -

No, tomorrow morning
around 10:00.

One moment.

It's the main switchboard
in Carrara.

- What do they want?
- I don't know. You take it.

Hello?
A call from London?

All right.
I'll take care of it.

I'll let her know.

- May I?
- What do you want?

Excuse me.

Has a letter arrived for me
by any chance?

The mail's right there.
Have a look.

- Thank you.
- Expecting a letter from someone?

Yes, a relative.
Good day.

Could you inquire again
about that call to Italy?

It's almost 1 :00.

One moment, sir.

No one showed up
at the telephone office.

- How can that be?
- Should I try again?

No, it doesn't matter.

When's the first train for Italy?

Tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

Book me a sleeping car, please.

- All the men on board?
- Yes.

Aren't you coming?
- No, I'll be along later.

Good evening, Luisa.

Shut the door.
There's a storm brewing.

I need to talk to you.
Sit down.

Sit down.

What do you have to tell me?

I think you can imagine.

This situation can't go on.

We need a guard for the quarry,

and the new guard needs a home.

Dear God!

I told you.
The storm's starting.

So you're turning me out?

What would you do here
all by yourself?

You'll have no trouble
finding another place.

The countess will give you
some money, of course.

I don't want money.

I just want to stay here.

Why don't you want
to leave this house?

Because I was born here.
I've always lived here.

Besides...

I wouldn't know where to go.

Be kind.
Speak to the countess for me.

If you wanted -
- If I wanted...

Perhaps there is a way.

Really? What is it?

You and I could come
to an agreement. I'm alone...

and you're alone.

I could move in here.
There's plenty of room.

We could become good friends.

Get out of here.

You don't know me,
but when I like a girl -

Get out!

Do I frighten you that much?

You disgust me!
Let go!

So I disgust you, eh?
I see.

You're accustomed to being
around gentlemen now.

Think I don't know
you're the count's lover?

- That's not true!
- Don't deny it.

I even know
where you would meet at night.

He didn't disgust you, eh?

He knew how to sweet-talk you.

I bet he even promised
to marry you,

and like an idiot
you believed him.

You sure made out good
on that one.

No doubt about it.

He had a good time
and then dropped you!

No, eh?

He left and hasn't written
so much as a "thank you."

Just like they always do.

It's not true!

Not true, eh?

Has he written you
once since he left?

What would you know?

Don't you come
check the mail every day?

Think I fell for that story
about some relative?

Don't fool yourself.

Sure, just wait
for him to come back,

and be sure to send me
a wedding invitation.

Dear God!

Don't cry.

Just don't think about it.

A beautiful girl like you.

I like you, Luisa.

I've always liked you.

Why not?

Let me go!

It's no use yelling.
No one can hear.

Get out!

Let me go!

Get out!

Luisa, where are you?

Where are you?

Wait!

Come back!

No note,
and her bed's untouched.

She didn't sleep here.
What could have happened?

Trying to get out of work
because Luisa's gone?

You stayed behind last night.

You must know something.

Come on, out with it!

Have you gone mad?
You already asked me.

Get it through your thick head:
I don't know anything!

- Then how do you explain this?
- What? She decided to leave.

Now get moving.

No, the men
are all coming with me.

We have to search and make sure
nothing happened to Luisa.

If you don't let us,
you'll be responsible.

Fine. We'll call off work
while the young lady plays games.

Go on and search,
but remember:

I'm not paying you
for missed hours!

You want to help?

Then you two
go down to the stream.

The rest will search the woods.
You two check the train tracks.

We didn't expect you, sir.
I'd have sent the car to the station.

It doesn't matter.

Where's my mother?
- Upstairs with Anselmo.

It seems
there's been some mishap.

A mishap?
What happened?

I didn't really understand.

I decided on the spur of the moment
to return and just got in.

Forgive me
for not sending a telegram.

What's happened?

Antonio said
there'd been a mishap.

Say something.
What's happened?

Luisa...

Bernardo's daughter,
has gone missing.

But how?

No one knows.

She wasn't home this morning.

They've searched everywhere,
but so far -

This can't be!

You can't go in.

- Signor Anselmo, it's Poldo.
- Let him come in.

What's this?
- Luisa's shawl.

Her shawl?

We found it
under the mill wheel,

the most treacherous spot
in the stream.

- Let's go.
- We've searched all morning.

There's no hope left.

But why?

Why?

- You must know!
- I know nothing.

You went to talk to her last night
and threatened to throw her out.

She killed herself
out of desperation!

Out with it!

I don't know a thing.
Ask the countess.

No, you better start talking!

Anselmo, you may go.

Poldo,
gather everyone you can.

We have to search
every inch of that stream.

Hurry.
I'll join you in a moment.

Guido, I didn't want
to turn her out,

but I thought she'd be
better off somewhere else

rather than all alone
in that house.

No, you wanted her far away,
like you wanted me.

What are you talking about?

Now I see why you sent me off.

- Well, you couldn't marry her.
- Why not?

- She was too different.
- Different?

No, Mother,
don't say another word.

What you did was monstrous.

Why didn't Luisa write me?
- How should I know?

You know perfectly well.

Tell the truth.

You intercepted my letters to her.

You can't lie to me anymore.
Is that true?

Yes, I did,
and I make no apologies.

It's true.
I wanted to drive you two apart

and stop you from making
a mistake you'd regret.

It was my duty as a mother.

And you never thought
of the consequences?

The only thing that matters
is getting your way,

and for that you'll sacrifice
everyone and everything.

You should be proud.

You drove that poor girl to desperation,
when her only crime was loving me.

And now you've lost your son.

Don't force me to say things
no son should say to his mother!

There's such a racket
in my head.

I can't remember a thing.

What am I doing here?

Try to rest.
You mustn't tire yourself out.

Marta!

It's that old shepherd Tonio.

He's always checking
to make sure I'm still alive.

Marta!

Tonio, what's new?

People are crazier by the day.

A girl threw herself
in the stream last night.

The daughter of a guard
at a quarry, it seems.

Poor thing.
Why did she kill herself?

Who knows?

They're still searching for the body,
but with the flood,

who knows where she ended up?
Let's go.

Stop by again soon.

- Nothing, sir.
- We have to keep looking.

I'm afraid it's no use now.

I fell,
and that's all I remember.

I found you passed out in the woods.
You were like a corpse.

You were delirious with fever
and cried out, " Guido!"

I never want to hear
that name again.

It's true.

He left because
he'd grown tired of me

and wasn't brave
enough to tell me.

And I believed him
right up to the end.

You must let them know
you're here.

No, I don't want to see
any of them again.

But they'll think you're dead.

Let them!

Besides...

I really would have killed myself if -
- lf?

I'm expecting a child.

That's the only reason
I could go on.

A child.
Does he know?

No, he has no idea,

and I don't care if he knows!

I thought you might leave
without saying good-bye.

Going back to London?

Yes, but not to handle
any more business.

I'll stay a few days
only to wrap up what I started.

Where will you go after that?

I don't know yet.

I'll travel around.
I'll keep you posted.

When will you come back?

I don't know. There are
too many sad memories here.

Try to understand.

Forgive me, Guido!

Good-bye.

Thank you for everything, Marta.

Where will go now?
Back to your home?

No, there's no point.
They'd just turn me out.

Better if they all think
I killed myself.

At least they'll leave me alone.

Why don't you tell
his mother everything?

You're expecting his child.
They can't abandon you like this.

What would I ask her for?
Money?

To make up
for what he did to me?

I want nothing from them!

Then what will you do?

I'll look for work,

far from here,
where no one knows me.

And when the child's born?

Dear God, what will I do?

Why not stay here with me?

Here?

All I can offer is a life
of poverty and hard work.

You can help me around here.

Then, when the baby's born,

you can decide what to do,
all right?

Oh, thank you!

- Did he wake up?
- Yes.

All he does is eat and sleep.

Mommy's little darling.

Did you take a nap?

I kept him tied up
out of fear he'd bite someone.

I was only safe
because I brought him food.

Only a mad dog could break
a chain like this.

- We have to find it and kill it.
- Why kill the poor thing?

- The usual bleeding heart.
- Cut it out.

- It ran into those bushes.
- No, it went that way.

- Impossible.
- Come on.

Take the dog.
I'll be along soon.

Have some wine.

What did you find out?

I sent reliable parties
to investigate,

and that baby is indeed
the son of Luisa and -

That's enough.

Trust me.
Best not to waste any time.

No, out of the question.
It's too dangerous.

But Countess -

A telegram, ma'am.

If you'll excuse me.

Good news.

Elena's father says Guido
will ask for her hand soon.

The count is getting engaged?

I believe my plan worked.

It won't be a love match,

but they've known each other for years,
and our families are friends.

It will be a successful marriage.

But there's the other woman.

I agree now:
There's no time to lose.

Meaning?

Go ahead.

But you'll take the blame
if anything happens.

I know nothing
and want to keep it that way.

Trust me.

Stay down!

Filthy mongrel!

Back!

Get back!

Antonio, hurry!

- Is anyone inside?
- Marta!

Are you in there?

My house is burning!

The baby!

Save the child! Hurry!

Save the baby!

The baby's inside!

Marta!

Marta, where's the baby?

Sister Addolorata,

there's someone here to see you.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

He asked to speak to you.
- Thank you, Sister.

My name isn't Luisa anymore.

I only just found out.

Poldo and Don Demetrio
told me everything.

I couldn't believe it.
I didn't want to.

But seeing you now,
I'm beside myself with joy,

just as I was
beside myself with sorrow

when I thought you had died.

My name is
Sister Addolorata now.

No, nothing's changed
between us.

You're still Luisa,
the woman I loved and still love.

The woman you seek in me
really did die.

You mean
you no longer love me?

Just as I've sought
peace within myself,

you must do the same

and forget me forever.

My life is consecrated
to the Lord.

God did not want us
to marry.

We must yield to his will.

What about the child
we had together?

No, don't speak of him,
I beg of you.

He alone gave me
the strength to go on.

Now he's gone...

and the woman you loved
died with him.

How can that be?

Don't say any more.

Respect my sorrow.

That's all I ask.

I will pray
and ask God to help you.

It's vespers. I must go.

You may go.

I understand you've refused

to be transferred
to our convent in Carrara.

Mother, I implore you:

That place holds
terribly sad memories for me.

In consecrating
ourselves to the Lord,

did we not make
a formal promise

to bury our past forever?

Forgive me, Mother.

I'll leave for Carrara
this very day,

just as you ordered.

Aren't you going
to get your mail?

No one ever writes to me.

Why? Don't you have
a father and mother?

- Did they die?
- I don't know.

Not even brothers and sisters?

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

You said something about me.

I want to know what it was.

It wasn't about you.
Let me go.

I want to know
what you told him.

I said someone with no father
or mother or siblings is -

- What?
- Nothing. Let me go.

He said you're a bastard.

Stop that!

Let me through!

Stop it now!
You're going to the principal!

I cannot tolerate my students

engaging in brawls
worthy of some cheap tavern!

And I'm surprised that you,
one of our best students,

would act this way
toward your fellow students.

May I ask the reason?

You don't wish to say?

Too ashamed to tell me?
Go on, speak.

Sir, is it true
that I'm a bastard?

- Who told you that?
- He did.

Pay no attention.
He must have been joking.

No, sir.

They've told me
the same thing before.

Tell me: Am I a bastard?

Where do you get these ideas?

Why ask me these questions?

All my classmates have
a father and mother, but I -

You're an orphan.

You just never met your parents.

Then who pays
my expenses here?

What do you care,
as long as they're paid on time?

In fact,
the payment just arrived.

Who's it from?

Someone you don't know.

Now run along.

I won't punish you this time,

but certain things must not
happen again, understand?

" I hereby enclose

third-quarter tuition and board
for Bruno Silori.

Yours truly, Vittorio Anselmo."

- What are you doing?
- I was just -

Stealing money, eh?

Stop lying.
Money's gone missing before too.

Now we know who took it.

It's not true!

I didn't take anything!
It wasn't me!

"A nselmo Vannini,
Via del Monte 8, Carrara. "

- Are you sick, Grandma?
- Yes, sweetheart.

Titti was sick too.

Her arm was broken,
but Antonio fixed it with glue.

Why don't you try that?

It's no use.
Nothing can make me better.

- Anselmo's here, ma'am.
- What is it?

Anselmo's here.
I'll tell him to come back.

No, I want to see him.
Show him in.

You can't see him now.

The doctor said
you mustn't tire yourself.

I said show him in.

Go on, all of you.

I wish to speak to him alone.

You too, miss.
I don't need you.

Bye, Grandma.

My regards.

Well? What do you want?

Why wouldn't you sign
these papers?

Because the prices
you've set are outrageous.

Double the asking price.

No, these are current prices,
and you must pay them.

This is a swindle,
and you know it.

What would my son think?

I could never explain it.

There are many things
the countess couldn't explain

and that the count
is better unaware of.

You scoundrel.

You exact a high price
for your silence.

Only what's fair.

Here. Sign.

She mustn't be dealing
with business now.

I tried to stop her,
but you know how she is.

How is the boy doing?
Did you pay his tuition?

Yes, here's the receipt.

Burn it like all the others.
There mustn't be any trace.

Don't worry.
I keep separate books.

Good evening, ma'am.

What are you doing here?

My mother can't be
handling business now.

The countess herself -

I sent for him.

Go no now, Anselmo.

Mother, you heard
what the doctor said.

As long as I'm alive,

I want to take care
of the business.

It won't be
for much longer anyway.

Then you can do as you wish.

- Excuse me. Could you -
- I know, I know.

Hurry and jump in back.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

- Where are you headed?
- Carrara.

- On foot?
- Why?

You promised
you'd sing the whole way.

Come on.
Lost your voice?

Mama, I'm so happy

Because I'm on my way
back to you

With this song I tell you

That this is the most
wonderful day for me

Mama, I'm so happy

Why live far away from you?

My song takes wing
for you alone

I'll be with you

You'll never be alone again

How I love you

Perhaps these words of love

That my heart
sends to you in a sigh

Are no longer in fashion

You are
my most beautiful song

You are life

And never,
as long as you live

Will I leave you again

- Would you like some?
- Thank you.

- Where are you going?
- Carrara.

- What's your name?
- Bruno.

Is your family
from around here?

No, I have no family.

Not even your mother?

May God protect you.

Good-bye.

- More, Vivaldi?
- No, I've had too much already.

Just a drop.

Listen, are you sure
the countess didn't catch on?

What if she did?
She'll do as I say.

What if her son steps in?

Her son doesn't matter.

But we've got to hurry.
The old lady's sick.

If she croaks without signing,
we're in trouble.

I'm ready anytime.
I've already called in the bills.

They either pay
or they sell the quarry -

at the price we set,
of course.

Of course.

We're agreed on my cut, right?

Don't worry.

Don't you trust me?

I trust nobody -

just a signature on paper.

Fine. You'll have
your signature on paper.

See you later tonight.
- No, I'll let you know.

- Mr. Vannini?
- That's me. What is it?

I'm Bruno.

I ran away
from boarding school.

Bruno?

Come inside.

Why did you run away?

- I wanted to talk to you.
- Me? About what?

I want to know who my parents are
and where they are.

Why ask me?

Because you pay
my expenses at school.

- Who said so?
- I saw your letter with the money.

I send the money
because I have to,

but I don't know
who your parents are.

You know.
You just won't tell me.

I know nothing, I tell you!

Then why do you pay
for my schooling?

Why?

You want the truth?

I found you
near my house one day,

wrapped in swaddling clothes.

I brought you in,
had you raised,

and sent you to boarding school
when you got older.

Whoever abandoned you
left a lot of money

and a note saying
to use it to raise you.

You wanted the truth.
Now you know.

You'll sleep here tonight and take
the train back to school tomorrow.

- I'm never going back to school.
- Why?

I'm just not.

- You will if I say so.
- Why should I obey you?

Listen, kid, I'm not used
to back talk.

You go or the police take you.
- I'll run away again.

Don't make me lose my temper!

I hope you're not looking
to move in here.

- No, I'm leaving.
- For where?

I don't know.

Thank you
for what you've done.

You needn't worry about me.
I don't need anything.

Good night.

Listen, just what are you
planning to do?

I'll look for work.

I don't want
to depend on anyone.

Fine.

You won't go back to school?
Your loss.

I'll see what else
I can come up with.

For now, take the cot
in the other room. I have to go out.

The countess took
a sudden turn for the worse.

I don't think
there's any hope now.

They wired the count,
but who knows if he'll arrive in time?

But I must speak with her!
It's urgent!

Impossible!
Don Demetrio is with her now.

I'm listening.

Father, I must get

a terrible burden
off my conscience.

I fear what
I'm about to tell you.

Don't be afraid.

You're speaking
to a minister of the Lord.

The confidentiality
of confession is inviolable.

No human power
can force a priest to break it.

You can speak
with all confidence.

Father, I committed
sins of pride.

I stopped at nothing
to get what I wanted.

I was ruthless.

Don't look at me,

or I won't find
the courage to go on.

I must tell you everything.

Father...

do you remember Luisa,

poor Bernardo's daughter?

I caused her terrible harm.

But not out of hatred.

I thought I was acting
in my son's best interests.

Luisa is now
devoted to the Lord.

She has forgiven everyone

and will pray for your soul.

No, she doesn't know
what happened.

If she knew,
she'd curse my name!

What are you saying?

The child she wept for

and gave up for dead
is alive.

I took him from her.

I considered that child

an obstacle
to my son's happiness,

and I had Anselmo
steal him away.

Then the house burned down,

and everyone believed the child
had died, including Luisa.

Where is the child now?

In a boarding school,

enrolled under a different name.

Anselmo took care
of everything.

To make amends as best I can

for all the harm I've done,

I've left part of my fortune
to that poor boy.

You'll find it all in my will

in that desk.

Have faith
in the Lord's infinite mercy.

Mommy.

You're hurting me.

Come, sweetheart.

Finally!
How is the countess?

- Very poorly.
- Could she receive me?

No. She can't,
and she mustn't.

For her welfare and yours,

let her prepare
for the Lord's judgment.

Don't insist. Go now.

- Go get some rest. I'll stay.
- It's all right.

Go on. I'll send for you
if need arises.

Go on.

TO BE OPENED
AFTER MY DEATH

Thief!

Thief!

Help!

Sir, we found these keys
on the floor near the bed.

Ah, yes. Thank you.

She always kept them
under her pillow.

The keys to her desk.

It would be best to open
that desk right away.

Why?

There could be some important
personal matter inside.

You're right.

Will you come with me, Father?
- Yes, my son.

- Nothing.
- How can that be?

Nothing at all.

Unimportant papers,
personal mementos.

Isn't there a will?

And there's no reason
she would leave one.

I'm the only heir.

I don't understand.

Why?
What's unusual about that?

Nothing.
I just thought -

What did you think?

Did my mother express
some special wish to you?

But are you sure no one
opened that desk before you?

Of course.

You seem surprised
I didn't find anything.

Why?

You were the last
to speak to my mother.

Yes, I heard her confession.

Did she express
some special wish?

As I said:
I heard her confession.

Guido, workers are here
to offer their condolences.

I'm too tired.

Take care of it, will you?
Thank them for me.

All right.

Don Demetrio,
based on what you know,

is there something I must do?

Yes. Pray for her.

That's all I can tell you,
my son.

You sent for me, ma'am?

I must speak to you.

Anselmo, I know all about it.
- About what?

The countess confided in me
before her death

and revealed the secret
about that boy.

What boy?

No use pretending.
I know the whole story.

I know he's alive and shut up
in some boarding school.

But don't worry.

I mean to keep it a secret,
and you must help.

No one will ever find out.

Good.

You'll come to me
for whatever you need.

I will personally see
to his expenses at school.

- He's not at school anymore.
- Where is he?

- At my house.
- Your house?

- He ran away from school.
- Why?

He wanted to find out
who his parents were.

Did you tell him?

You did the right thing.

Listen carefully:

No one is ever to find out,
for any reason.

Don't worry.
No one will find out.

Good. You may go now.

If I may,
the countess always provided

a larger sum each month
than his expenses at school.

I see. You'll receive
the same amount.

I don't believe
it will be sufficient.

It must be increased.

Very well.
We'll work something out.

Now go.

Get to work, you loafers!

You sit down
the moment no one's looking!

We were resting a moment.
We were exhausted.

So you're the bad example here!
Do as you're told!

Get your wheelbarrow
and get moving,

or I'll give you
more of the same!

And that goes
for the rest of you!

The count was supposed
to change things.

I'm sure he knows
Anselmo's overworking us!

They're probably
splitting the profits!

What's all this talk?
What proof have you got?

You're always
on the bosses' side!

I'm not on anyone's side!

Then why always
stand up for the count?

Because I know the problems
here aren't his fault.

Then why doesn't he do something?
Isn't this all his?

He is doing something!

Shut up, all of you!

- What did they want?
- I don't know.

I'm staying up here a while.

Go on home
and send the car back.

- I want to come with you.
- No, go with Mommy.

Okay?

Daddy'll be home soon.

Where'd you find that?

Let me sell it for you.
I know a guy -

You're not gonna give it back!
- Not a chance.

- Hello, sir.
- These men don't even greet me.

As you might imagine,
they're not happy.

Morale is very low.

Someone's stirring them up.

They planned
to walk out this morning.

I just barely
convinced them to stay.

This has to stop.
Where's Anselmo?

- Up in the storeroom, I think.
- All right.

Don't worry, Vivaldi.
Our plan will still work.

We had a setback,

but her son will have
to accept your conditions.

- Go on.
- I was just finishing.

Have a seat.

No. You're being dismissed
at the end of the month.

Me?

Yes, you.

My mother wouldn't allow me
to do this before.

I've never understood
why she had such trust in you.

- You're firing me just like that?
- That's right.

No point waiting.
You'll be paid your due.

Think you can toss me out
after 20 years?

Yes. Poldo will be replacing you.
Turn all matters over to him.

I'm not turning
anything over to anyone!

I advise against
taking that attitude.

I have enough on you
to send you to jail.

If you're still here in two weeks,
I'm turning you in!

Why? What did I do?

You know as well as I.

You've been profiting
off the men's wages,

saddling them with
baseless fines and deductions.

That's why morale is so low.

It's not true,
and I can prove it!

You can't prove anything.

And even worse,

you conspired with other crooks

to drive the quarry to ruin
and blackmail my mother.

You made this up
to get rid of me.

No use shouting.
You know a certain Mr. Vivaldi?

What about him?

Next time choose
smarter accomplices.

Convinced now that
you should leave quietly?

All right. I'll go.

You're very clever.
No doubt about it.

I just hope you don't
come to regret it.

Threats now too?
Let's hear 'em.

No threats.

But there may be someone
more clever than you.

- What are you getting at?
- Nothing.

So I have two more weeks?
- Not long enough?

Maybe even longer
than I need.

My regards.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for the young lady.

- What young lady?
- The boss's daughter.

- What do you want with her?
- I found this in the road.

It's hers.

Look, he found your chain
and brought it back.

Thank you.

Come and play.

But miss!

You be quiet.

Don't mind him.
Come with me.

Come and play.

Look. She closes her eyes
and says " Mommy" and " Daddy,"

and her dress is real silk.

Don't you like dolls?
- No.

Then I'll show you
some toys you'll like.

Help me.

That's the brown bear.

Then there's the barking dog.

And this is the clown.

Hello, Elena.

- What's wrong?
- I can't take it anymore.

I break my back
to keep the quarry going,

but instead of helping,

the workers cause
more problems every day!

- What's happened?
- I'm fed up with that damned quarry.

I'd like to close it down
and fire those bums.

You can't trust any of them.

You heard everything, didn't you?

Now you're gonna
tell the boss, right?

Good.

Go watch by the pond.
Make sure no one gets by.

What were you doing, Bruno?

I went to see
a nest over there.

I want to see it too.
Where is it?

In the tree.
But you can't climb up there.

Who says?
I'm a big girl too.

Anna, don't go too far away.

I'm right here, Mommy.

He says he saw
a nest in that tree.

Really? How wonderful!

You came by the villa
yesterday, didn't you?

Your father works at the quarry?
- No, I do.

- You do? How old are you?
- Twelve.

- How long have you worked there?
- Not long.

I was in boarding school before.

- Why aren't you there anymore?
- I ran away.

Is your name... Bruno?

- Where are you?
- Up here, Mommy.

Be careful!
Get down right now!

All right, Mommy.

Help!

Help!

- Is she all right?
- It was just a bit of a scare.

- Where are they?
- In my house. Come with me, sir.

Poldo, gather
all the workers here.

I want to talk to them.

Anselmo, the boss and his wife
are in the guard's house.

Good.
They'll have front-row seats.

- They could be hurt!
- Too bad.

Watch your step, Anselmo!
Wait until they leave.

I'm not waiting for anyone.

Stop worrying about others.
Worry about your own hide.

Now clear out!
I'm about to light it.

I said clear out!

- Were you scared?
- No, but Mommy was.

I found these too.

Who saved her?

- Bruno, a boy from the quarry.
- Where is he?

Outside.

Bring him in.
He needs to dry off too.

- Right away, sir.
- Does your tummy hurt?

- What?
- Come here.

The boss wants to see you.

Well done.
What's your name?

Well done, Bruno.
You did a wonderful thing.

Come dry off.

No, I'm not wet anymore.

Don't worry about your clothes.

You'll have new clothes,
shoes, shirts - anything you want.

I don't want anything,
thank you.

- Where are you going?
- What are you doing?

I don't know how to thank you.
I'm very touched.

You were very brave.

You did a wonderful thing
for me today.

- I didn't do anything for you.
- What do you mean?

You don't know what
a daughter's life means to a father.

Take this for now,

and I'll see what else
I can do for you.

- I don't want anything from you.
- Why?

You're only generous
'cause it was your daughter.

You don't care
about your workers' children.

What's this?

Are you really closing
the quarry and firing us all?

Who said that?

- I know.
- What else?

That if anyone's starving here,
it's his own fault,

and you don't care.

Who put this nonsense
in your head?

This is what I get
for all I've done.

I should just let you all
go to the devil!

I know who's behind all this.

Good thing I already
fired that dirty rat!

And you're an impudent boy,
even if it's not your fault.

Now take this
and let's drop the whole thing.

How dare you!

Pick it up.

I said pick it up!
- Let me go!

Don't touch me
or I'll smash your face in!

Bruno!
Have you gone crazy?

Guido, stop!

I can't keep it in any longer.

He's your son!

Elena, what are you saying?

That's right. Your son.

They told you he died,
but it wasn't true.

They're blowing up the quarry!

Where are you going?
Get back!

Let me go!

- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.

- You do!
- It's none of my business.

You swine!
We'll settle this later.

Help me.

Bruno, it's me, your father.

Speak to me!

Give me a hand.

Gently. Gently!

This is my son.

- Is there any hope?
- I'm afraid not.

Only a miracle
could save him now.

Forgive me.

Guido, you must forgive her,

and me too,
because I also knew.

But I couldn't say anything.

The confidentiality
of confession...

Look at me.

I'm your father.
- My father?

Really?

And I'll never leave you again.

I love you so much.

I'll give you all the love
I didn't give you all these years.

And my mother?

Where's my mother?

Your mother's up in heaven,

watching over you
with all her love.

Will she help me get better?

Of course
she'll help you get better.

I don't want to die!

Calm down.

Don't say such things.

I'll be like a mother to you.

Hurry up and get better,

and we'll play together
all the time.

- Come, Anna.
- Wait, Mommy.

Here.

I brought her.

Is she in time?

- Luisa?
- I sent word to her.

Why?

It's needlessly cruel.

No, you can't deny
a mother the right

to hold her child in her arms
for the last time.

My son.

The angel in white.

I saw her in a dream.

I was on top of a mountain.

I was about to fall,

but I saw a great light,

and an angel in white
came down to me.

She took me up in her arms

and carried me
back up to the top.

And the moon shone

in a sky full of stars.

Are you my angel in white?

Yes, I'm your angel in white.

Will you take me
to my mother?

Yes, I'll take you
to your mother.

I'm happy now.

My child...

Mother, don't leave me!

Where are you?

Mother,
I can't see you anymore.

Where are you?

My son!

Forgive me.
I'm not being irreverent.

They're for an angel
on his way to you.

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