Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Gloria Patri et Filii et Spiritu Sancto,
sicut erat in principio nunc et semper in secula saeculorum. Amen.
The second mystery consists in Jesus' flagellation by the pillar.
Pater noster qui es in coelis sanctificatur nomen tuum,
adveniat regnum tuum, fiat voluntas tua sicut in coela et in terra,
panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, dimitte nobis debita nostra
sicut nos dimittimus debitorum nostris
et ne nos inducat in tentationem sed libera nos a malo. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Where are you going? You can't go! Come back!
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus...
What's all this fuss about?
- What happened? Speak up! - Excellency, please, forgive us...
but they found a dead soldier in the garden.
What?
Terrible riots are taking place all over the country.
They brought this letter from the Duke of Malvica.
He says it's a very urgent matter.
"Dear Fabrizio, read the horrible news on the newspaper.
The Piedmontese have landed, we're lost.
Tonight, my whole family and I will take shelter
on the English ships at anchor. I'm sure you'll do the same.
God save our beloved King. I hug you. " What a coward!
"An act of piracy was committed on the 11th of May
after the landing of armed people in Marsala.
It has subsequently been discovered that it was the 800 men
driven by Garibaldi.
The bandits were able to avoid a confrontation with the royal troops
by heading to Castelvetrano, where they harmed the peaceful citizens
...with robberies and devastations. " - Garibaldi!
Paolo, you must move to the Palermo palace.
- If we leave a house empty, we'll lose it. - No, please!
Fabrizio, it's too dangerous!
Fabrizio, don't! Don't! We're at war!
- Francesco Paolo, call Mimě. - Yes, father.
Mimě! Mimě!
This is a revolution!
Mon Dieu! C'est sa crise! Oh, Madame!
Les gouttes!
I'm suffocating!
Concetta, dépęche toi! Vite!
Voilŕ, Madame, voilŕ. Buvez ça et ça ira mieux.
Mimě! Domenico! Mimě!
- Mimě's coming, dad. - Dad! - Mimě! - Dad!
- Your Excellency, forgive me, but we found a dead... - I know!
Mimě, go tell Don Antonio to hitch the bays to the coupé. Go, go!
- I'll head to Palermo right after dinner. - Yes, Excellency.
- Father Pirrone. - Yes?
- You'll go with me. - Me? - Right.
God protect us.
Fabrizio! The streets are full of soldiers!
Stella, calm down.
You'll spend two hours with your friends at Casa Professa.
- We'll be back by eleven. - Fine, Excellency.
We're gonna have lunch in half an hour.
All of us!
- What shall we do? - Salve Regina, Mater misericordiae,
vita, dulcedo et spes nostra, salve.
A te clamamos exule filii Hevae, a te suspiramus gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle. Eja ergo advocata nostra,
illos tuos misericordiae oculos ad nos convertes.
Et Jesus benedictum fructus ventris tui, nobis hoc exilium ostende.
O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Virgo Maria.
The stench of these swines doesn't stop even when they're dead.
- Salvatore, did you inform the barracks? - Yes sir.
Excellency, we've already told the barracks to come and get him.
Awful times, Excellency, awful times.
Excellency, look at the fires on the mountains!
- They're the rebels' camps. - I can see them myself, Father.
Is Your Excellency by any chance worried about Don Tancredi?
Don Tancredi should avoid bad and dangerous company.
- It is not Tancredi's fault! It's the times'! - Yes, I agree.
Nowadays, a young man of good family
can't even play cards without running into dangerous people.
- Yes, I understand, Excellency. - Stop it, then.
- Even though, a little bit of caution... - Oh, come on!
Stop! Sergeant! Sergeant!
Checkpoint of Villa Airoldi!
- Good evening, Excellency. - Good evening. - I'm sorry, Excellency.
Let them pass. It is His Excellency the Prince Salina.
- Good-bye, Excellence. - Good-bye.
Let them pass!
This country would be wonderful, Excellency, if...
If there were not so many Jesuits!
I'll come and pick you up in two hours. And... enjoy your prayers.
Let's go!
- Where could we go? - At the inn by the harbor. - Yes.
Good evening, handsome sir!
- Melina, he's not for you. - Leave me alone, mind your own business.
My dear Prince!
- Hello, Uncle. - Tancredi!
- What were you up to, last night, huh? - Last night?
Absolutely nothing, Uncle! I was with friends.
It was a caste night.
Whereas I know about people who were having fun in Palermo.
- Like whom? - Well, yourself, Uncle.
I saw you with my own eyes at Villa Airoldi
talking to the Sergeant by the checkpoint.
You're too old for that! Plus, with a Reverend Father!
- Oh, the libertine remainings! - Well, it's true, after all.
Mimě?
Why are you dressed like that? What's going on?
- A morning costume ball? - I'm leaving in an hour.
- I'm here to say good-bye. - Why?
Where are you going? It's not a duel, is it?
Yes, a big one: A duel with the King, with "Franceschiello".
I'm going to the mountains, up to Ficuzza.
Something great is going to happen, and I don't want to stay at home.
- Even if I did, they'd get me right away! - Are you crazy?
Those people are mafia men! They're all crooks!
- A Falconeri ought to stay with us, on the King's side! - Sure!
What king, though? You've said it yourself so many times:
"If only King Ferdinando was still alive!".
But Franceschiello... No, dear uncle, no way.
Do you think that the so-called "Gentleman" will be better?
He'll speak Turin dialect instead of Neapolitan! That's it!
What about Don Peppino Mazzini's Republic?
Believe me, Uncle, if it weren't for us,
they'd set up a republic in no time.
For everything to remain the same, everything must change!
Did I make myself clear?
I'll see you soon, Uncle. I'll be back with the Tricolor!
The Tricolor!
You all fill your mouth up with this word!
What is it compared to our white banner with the golden lily?
- What good will a clash of colors do? - Wait.
- And you'll see I'm right. - You're a dreamer!
Good-bye, Uncle.
Good-bye.
See you soon!
- Bye, Rosalia, see you soon. - Au revoir, Tancredi.
- Carolina. - Good-bye.
- Bye! - Bye.
Good-bye.
- Good-bye! - Good-bye! - Au revoir, Tancredi! - Bye!
Tancredi.
Wait.
Uncle...
What are you doing? You won't support the revolution, will you?
Thank you so much, Uncle.
See you soon! Give my aunt a hug for me!
Tancredi!
Concetta, don't. I'll be back soon.
Bye.
Bye, Concettina, see you soon.
Let's go.
- Good morning, Excellency. - Good morning, Father.
- Is Your Excellency here to confess? - It's not Saturday.
Excellency, you should listen to me and confess.
You see, Father, there's no need, you already know everything.
- Confession isn't simply telling our sins. - I know...
- It consists in repenting for them. - I know!
What do you want from me? I'm a vigorous man.
I can't be content with a woman who crosses herself before hugging me!
And who, afterwards, can only say "Jesus and Mary"!
I had seven kids with her.
You know what? I never saw her navel!
It this fair? I'm asking you, Father, is it fair?
She is the sinner.
Excellency...
I'm afraid I was too brusque.
Please, forgive me.
But do listen to me: Come to confession!
It doesn't even cross my mind!
Not today, at least.
I made a few important political discoveries.
Do you know what's going on in our country? Nothing at all.
Just an imperceptible change in ranks.
The middle-classes don't want to destroy us,
they just want to take our place, kindly, though,
maybe slipping a few thousand ducats in our pockets.
And then, everything will be the same as ever.
You see, Father, we live in the country of arrangements.
In a few words, sir, you plan on coming to terms with the Liberals.
Even, with the Masons.
At our expense, at the expense of the Church.
It is obvious that all our riches, that actually belong to the poor,
will be grabbed by and split among the most impudent ringleaders.
What will become of those destitute the Church feeds and guides?
How will those desperate be pacified? I'll tell you.
We'll give them all your lands, bit by bit!
Our Lord healed the blind in body,
but what will become of the blind in spirit?
We're not blind in spirit, dear Father.
We're just human beings living in a world that's changing.
What are we supposed to do?
The Church was explicitly promised immortality.
As a social class, we were promised nothing.
To us, eternity adds up to a hundred years!
We have no obligation beyond what we can see with our own eyes.
The Church does, because it is bound to last.
- Comfort is implicit in its desperation. - Excellency!
Do you think, Father, that if one day the Church had the chance
to save itself sacrificing us, it would hesitate?
It wouldn't, but that's fair.
You'll have two sins to confess, on Saturday, Excellency:
Last night's carnal sin, and today's spiritual. Remember.
Look at this beauty, Father.
It'll take more than Vittorio Emanuele to deprive us
of the magic potion we daily get to drink.
Let him go!
Come on, hurry, quick! Come on!
Aim! Fire!
Go away, you traitors! You rogues! Go away!
- Get him! Get him! - Traitor! - Stop him!
Here he is!
- Let me go! I'm innocent! No! No! - Traitor!
- Let's hang him! - Let's hang him!
I'm innocent! Let me go!
- Murderer! - Help! Let me go!
- Let's hang him! - Coward!
Let's go!
All clear, go!
Keep to the wall! Follow me!
- Come! Come! - That way! That way!
- Save us! Save us! - The Garibaldians are here!
- Help me! - Here! Come here!
He's a murderer! Let's take the law into our own hands!
- He's a coward! - Careful!
Come on, follow me!
- The cavalry! - Don't fire, not yet! Wait!
Fire!
Let's go!
First platoon, forward, march!
- Second platoon, forward, march! - Everybody stay down!
Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire!
- Bring some water! Quick! - A doctor! Call a doctor!
- Hey, you, come here! - What do you want?
- What's going on? - They've gone!
- They must have reached the harbor, by now! - Let's go! Go!
Jesus and Mary help us!
What do you reckon, Father?
Will these glorious new times bring better summers?
Well... no...
The Government...
Hey! Get out of the way! Move it!
- Stop! No one can pass! - Move it!
- Stop! - Why? - The streets are closed. - We have a pass.
No use, the street to Bisaquino is closed!
- Halt! Stop the carriages! - Stop! - Halt!
- I'm sorry, no one can go through. - Stop them, they can't go through.
Let me see the pass, please.
- It seems our pass is not valid. - That's not what I said.
We were told that all the passes are to be considered suspended.
Do you think we're having fun?
If I tell you to go back, it means you have to go back.
Clear the way, let the carriages go through!
Halt! Stop! Where do you think you're going?
No way, nobody can go through!
I am Captain Falconeri, I fought in Palermo on your side!
- I received an order, what should I do? - Mine is an order as well!
- Clear the way! - Yes sir, fine, we will!
Come on, move aside, move, clear the way.
Careful, move, move!
Come on!
Come on, come on!
Since you live amongst the nobility, tell us:
What do the lords say about this war?
What does the Prince Salina think, as proud as he is?
You see, the lords, as you call them, are not easily understood.
They live in their own universe, which was not created by God,
but by themselves, through centuries
of painful and joyful experiences.
They rejoice or suffer for things that mean nothing to us,
but that are vital to them.
I don't mean to say that the lords are bad, on the contrary.
They are just... different.
They don't care about things that are very important to us,
but they are afraid of things we ignore.
Take the Prince Salina, for example.
He couldn't possibly bear
to loose his house in Donnafugata, where we're now going.
But... if you ask him what he thinks about the revolution,
he'll say there was no revolution at all,
...that everything will be the same as ever. - I hope not!
Right... We'd better read the breviary.
Let's see... Psalm 44.
"Effundit cor meum verbum bonum dico ego
carmen meum regi, lingua mea stilus et scribae velocis.
Speciosus est forma prae filiis hominum, diffusa est gratia
super labia tua: Propterea benedixit tibi Deus in aeternum.
Cinge gladium tuum super fenur potentissime,
decorum tuum et ornatum tuum.
Come on, hurry up. Quick!
Lay it out well, come on! You get the bottles, and you the glasses!
Let's hurry, come on!
Quick, they're coming!
Whatever you command, and let's hope for the best!
I'm so glad to see you again, Excellency.
- Now we'll rest a little. - Sure.
- You'll sit under those trees. - We'll soon head to Donnafugata.
- Did the soldiers pass by? - They sure did.
- Did they cause any damage? - Yes...
- C'est pire qu'en Algerie! - This certainly isn't Algeria, my dear!
- It feels so good! Do you want to refresh a little? - Yes. - Here.
Put it on your temples and forehead.
It's so cool!
It feels really good!
- You feel better, huh? - Oh, yes!
Let's join the others, the food will soon be gone!
May I have it back?
Come on, let's go.
You're hungry, huh?
- Father Pirrone, this is for you. - The meat is excellent!
Everybody said: "His Excellency won't be able to leave Palermo.
It can't be expected that he'll travel in times like these.
Who knows what happened to His Excellency and his family!"
But they're all safe. Thank God!
Of course we are! What did you expect would happen to us?
Everything went just fine.
In fact, a few days after Garibaldi's arrival to Palermo,
Tancredi had brought home a nice Tuscan General
who wished to admire the villa's frescoes.
He was very helpful in providing the passes to Donnafugata.
My family and I are very pleased to have you here, General.
Thank you, Excellency.
He called you "Excellency"!
It's his first infraction to Garibaldi's orders!
- Concetta! - Welcome back.
- Mademoiselle. - Tancredi.
Hello! Dear aunt...
General, my nephew told me you wish to see the villa's frescoes.
I'd love to, Excellency.
It'll soon be dark, so let's do it now.
In the middle, Flashing Jupiter, Juno, Mars, Venus and Mercury.
On that side, Thetis is preceded by a host of tritons and dryads,
and Apollo surrounded by clouds.
They're all exalting the glory of Casa Salina.
Tancredi...
- Do you want a mint? - Yes, just the ones I like!
That's why I brought them!
- He's so pale... Are we sure the wound is not bad? - Excuse me?
Well, a promotion is well worth a wound!
I found myself in those same places,
but what I can no longer find are those days!
I found myself in those same places,
but what I can no longer find are those days!
The coaches are coming!
I'm pleased to welcome Their Excellencies.
- Don Onofrio, how are you? - Well, Excellency.
The palace is in the exact state you left it in.
- Very well, Don Onofrio. - Finally!
Lŕ! Rosalie, quelle poussičre, toi aussi, pauvre petite, viens ici.
Very well indeed, Don Onofrio.
I am proud of shaking hands with one who was wounded in Palermo!
I was made Captain just because I got a gnat in the eye!
I know you did a lot for our cause, Don Calogero!
- Crispi spoke very nicely about you. - Thank you very much.
- Don Ciccio! - Welcome back, Excellency.
Dear Teresina, it's such a pleasure to see you again.
And you, of course. So, what is new?
What do you mean?
- I don't know, Excellency... Do you mind if... - Go ahead.
Te Deum laudamus!
Te Dominum confitemur.
Te aeternum Patrem omnis terra veneratur.
Tibis omnes Angeli...
- Remember the invitations to dinner for tonight. - Yes.
- You must invite the wives as well. - Why? - It's better.
Invite Don Calogero and his wife, the notary and his,
and Don Ciccio Tumeo, who, thank God, doesn't have one.
- And all the others after dinner. - Yes.
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra maiestatis gloriae tuae.
Te gloriosus Apostulorum chorus,
Te Prophetarum laudabilis numerus.
- What? - It's Mimě, Excellency.
- Father Pirrone... - What about him?
He wishes to see Your Excellency immediately.
- Fine, then, let him in. - Yes, Excellency.
May I come in, Excellency? I'm so sorry, I didn't know...
- Don't be silly, Father. - Yes, Excellency.
You are used to the nudity of the soul, the body's is more innocent.
- Give me my bathrobe. - Excuse me? - The bathrobe!
Sure, here.
Come on, Father!
- Harder, Father, come on! - Yes, Excellency.
- Take my suggestion. - Yes? - Do have a bath, once in a while.
Take a seat. Sit down!
Tell me, what's all this hurry for?
Well, Excellency...
I am in charge of a very delicate mission.
A person you care very much about, chose to open her heart to me,
and asked me to tell you,
maybe wrongly convinced of your admiration for me...
- Could you be more concise? - Of course, Excellency. You see...
- Come on, Father! Who is it? The Princess? - Not at all!
The Princess is very tired, she's resting, now.
I'm talking about Miss Concetta.
She's in love.
Miss Concetta? How...?
Ah! Rubbish!
I'm sorry if I've upset you, I didn't think...
You see, Father a man can think of himself as still young, even at 45.
But when he realizes his kids are grown enough to fall in love,
old age becomes all of a sudden overwhelming.
Excellency...
You haven't even asked me who... the boy Miss Concetta...
No need.
She's so silly, why didn't she tell me herself?
What am I supposed to say?
Well, Excellency, the wish to found a Christian family
is very much welcomed by the Church,
and Christ's presence at Cana...
Let's not lose track, Father, please!
I mean to talk about this one wedding,
not the Cana Wedding, or wedding in general!
Has Don Tancredi proposed already? When did he?
Well, I don't think he has made any straight proposal, yet.
But Miss Concetta has no doubts.
His care, his looks, his words...
The little Princess is sure he loves her
and she feels the proposal is about to come.
Don't worry, Father, we're not in danger, yet.
These are the fantasies of a romantic, shy girl.
- Why do you say "danger"? - Father, can you picture her...
as ambassadress to Vienna or St. Petersburg?
I love Concetta, I like her. She's so quiet and submissive.
- But Tancredi... Tancredi has a great future! - Yes, but...
Come on, Father, how could ever Concetta, so virtuous and shy,
help a husband climb the slippery stairs of the new society?
Tancredi needs money.
Concetta will get a dowry, of course.
But the fortunes of the family will have to be split in seven!
Mark, I said seven.
Tancredi needs a lot more.
One of the Sutera girls, for instance.
Yeah, I know, I know. They're so ugly, poor things!
- But so rich, Father, very, very rich! - Yes, but what about...
What? Love?
Yeah, right, love! It moves heaven and earth for a year,
and nothing for the remaining thirty. I know what love is.
- What? - Excellency, what dress do you wish to wear for dinner?
Father, you'll tell Concetta that I'm not upset at all,
but that we'll face the subject when it'll be more than a fantasy.
- What should I wear? Any of my tailcoats. - Very well.
- Au revoir, Father. - Excellency...
Good-bye.
Dad! Don Calogero is coming up the stairs. He's wearing a tailcoat!
A tailcoat!
Uncle, these news have affected you more than the landing in Marsala.
Don Calogero with a white tie is the sign there's a revolution!
Yes, it is a tailcoat indeed, but... look at it!
And the shoes!
- Good evening, Don Calogero. - Good evening, Prince.
- My wife... isn't feeling well. - I'm very sorry. - Thank you.
I hope Their Excellencies will allow my daughter Angelica's
coming in her place.
Of course! Come, please.
For a whole month she's done nothing but talk about
how much it would please her to meet you, now that she's grown.
I remember her very well, as a child. She was so cute!
We'll be glad to see her again.
- Good evening, Don Calogero. - Good evening, Miss.
- Princess... - Good evening, Don Calogero.
My daughter will be here soon. She wasn't quite ready, yet.
It's such a short walk from our place.
- We'll wait for her, Don Calogero. - My wife isn't well. - I'm sorry!
As I was telling you, the Church is in very bad conditions.
- I thought you had it repaired last year. - I did!
But the eaves are all broken...
- Lovely. - Pardon me, Princess.
Dear Angelica!
I haven't seen you in ages!
You're much changed. Not for the worse.
We're very lucky, Miss Angelica, to have the chance
to welcome such a beautiful flower in our house. I hope...
- I hope we'll see you often, in the future. - Thank you.
I can see the goodness you show me
is the same you've always shown towards my dear dad.
- How are you, Miss Concetta? - Don't be so formal, Angelica.
- Good evening, Father. - Good evening, dear.
Count, let me introduce my daughter Angelica to you.
Dinner's served!
That's the way to do it! According to tradition!
It smells really good!
- Was your trip tiring? - Not too much.
- You haven't been served, yet, I'm so sorry. - Oh, no problem.
- Here. - Oh, awesome!
- Cute, isn't she? - Yes, Concetta.
The cottage I'm having built outside the village, Princess,
will be plain, but...
very comfortable!
We're all very hungry! Lmagine had we begun with a potage!
Yes, isn't that true? It's fair, but... unforgettable days...
Just a password going from mouth to mouth, arms and armed.
Now, the General knows that when Sicilians decide to move,
they go all the way.
What about you? Why have you chosen to be a Garibaldian?
"If you do not disdain having Garibaldi as brother in arms,
he has just one wish: To fight at your side. "
These are Garibaldi's words.
Plus, I had no idea it was gonna be so hard!
I've never walked so much in my whole life!
- The night march on Gibilrossa... - Did you get to meet Bixio?
Bixio? He's so stubborn! They're all stubborn and eccentric!
I had the chance to see a quarrel between Bixio and La Masa...
And the taking of Porta Termini? I saw part of it as well.
Believe me, Miss, I had a great deal of fun!
Especially on the night of the 28th of May.
The General needed a lookout on top of the Origlione Monastery.
He knocks and knocks. He curses, but nobody opens.
It was a convent for enclosed nuns!
By the way, tomorrow we're going to the Monastery of Santo Spirito
to pray on the grave of Beata Corbera, Reverend.
Good! Those good nuns know about Their Excellencies' visit.
They're getting ready for it!
We always go the day after our arrival here.
So, what happened?
I'll tell you.
Tassoni, Aldrighetti, me and a few others try to break the door down.
No way. So, we run to get a beam from a bombed house
and we finally get to tear the door down.
We get in and find nobody.
All of a sudden, we hear screams coming from a corner.
The nuns had hidden in the chapel, by the altar!
Who knows why they were so scared of a few exasperated youngsters!
It was pretty funny: They were so old and ugly,
in their black veils, their eyes wide open,
all of them awaiting... martyrdom!
They were whining like bitches.
And Tassoni yells: "No way, sisters, we have no time, now.
We'll be back when you'll have some... novices available!"
We all laughed our heart out.
We left them, and went to fire on the Royal troops from the top.
Ten minutes afterwards, I was wounded.
You must have been good fun, all of you. I wish I had been there.
If you had been there, Miss,
there would have been no need to wait for the novices!
Tancredi! These are things to confess to a priest!
You don't tell them to ladies!
Not while I'm there, at least.
Fine, he's right and I'll help him.
But it can't be denied he's a bit of a vile.
Oh, the pretty Gigogin!
- At fifteen I made love! - Take one step forward!
Delight of my heart!
- At sixteen I got married. - Take one step forward.
Delight of my heart!
- At seventeen I separated! - Take one step forward!
Delight of my heart!
- Hooray for Italy! - Hooray for Italy!
- Hooray for United Italy! - Hooray for Italy!
Don't be so sad, Father. We're not at a funeral, are we?
- I hate this wind! - You should thank the Lord.
If it wasn't for this wind, the air would stink!
You must respect the line! You get here first, you vote first!
We do not...
Donnafugata's Cavour!
Excellency, it's a great honor to me, because...
Don Onofrio!
Rotolo Onofrio.
- Have you voted? - No, he does not live here.
We'll pause for a few minutes.
May I have the honor to ask Your Excellencies to accept a drink?
Beppina! The refreshments!
Take a seat, please.
Go!
- Excellency. - I'll have white wine, thank you. It's lighter.
A late homage to the Bourbonist flag.
I can't drink, today. I'm not feeling well.
- My bowels are very upset. - That doesn't matter, not today.
I never drink, thank you.
- Don Calogero, I accept with great pleasure. - Thank you, Prince.
I'd like to say a few words, but...
great happiness is dumb!
I am immensely happy I have the chance to...
I am honored to share with you the results of the plebiscite
of our town of Donnafugata.
On the 22nd of October 1860, in Donnafugata, at 6:00pm,
the electoral committee has met to examine the returns of the polling.
The Sicilian people want a united and indivisible Italy
with Vittorio Emanuele as its constitutional king.
- He even insists! - What a stupid!
The counting of the votes...
The coun...
The counting of the votes led to the following results:
Number of registered voters: 515.
Number of actual voters: 512.
Votes in favor: 512.
Votes against: Zero!
So, Don Ciccio, what did you vote for, on the 21st?
What are you afraid of? It's just us, the wind and our dogs.
Forgive me, Excellency, but your question makes no sense.
You know well that in Donnafugata everybody voted in favor.
They even say that you're happy about it.
That's true.
So, did you vote in favor?
No, Excellency, I voted against.
And I would do it a hundred more times!
I know what you had told me about necessity, unity and opportunity.
Maybe you were right, I don't understand politics.
But Ciccio Tomeo is a gentleman.
I know I'm poor and miserable, with my old pants and everything,
but I can't forget how much I was helped!
You know it very well, Excellency: The Spanish Queen Isabella,
at the time Duchess of Calabria, paid for my studies.
I owe her what I am today, a church organist
honored by the benevolence of Your Excellency.
In years of strong need, when my mother presented pleas at court,
we always got what we pleaded for.
If all those kings and queens watch us from up there,
what will they think?
That Leonardo Tumeo's son betrayed them? No! No!
Excellency... no! At least, in heaven they know the truth.
Calm down, now!
I admire your faithfulness and devotion.
But you must understand
that the people were enthusiastic about Garibaldi's victories.
The plebiscite was the only remedy against anarchy, believe me!
To us, this is just the lesser evil.
After all, the Savoy still represent a monarchy.
I know that the interests of the people you love and admire
were frustrated by all this, but they're still alive.
Something had to change, for everything to remain unchanged.
The revolution is over.
Let's hope that the new-born Italy may live and prosper.
Still, I had voted against it!
Those asses at the City Hall eat up my opinion:
They chew it and shit it to their own accord.
I said "black", and they made me say "white".
I was a "faithful subject",
and they made me figure as a "filthy Bourbonist"!
Everybody's a Savoyard, now!
But the Savoyards are nothing to me!
- Don Ciccio. - Excellency?
Tell me something: You know many people in town.
What do they really think about Don Calogero?
I believe my opinion is pretty clear, by now.
I'm interested in knowing the truth about Don Calogero and his family.
Excellency, the truth is that Don Calogero is very rich,
and he's also very influential!
He's mean, but also as smart as the devil himself.
Your Excellency should have seen him last April:
He was all over the place, all the time!
He either walked around or rode his ass, in sunny and rainy weather.
He set up secret groups, preparing the ground for the newcomers!
A true calamity sent by God!
And this is just the beginning of his career!
In a few months he'll be a deputy of the Turin Parliament!
In a few years, when the Ecclesiastic goods will be sold,
he'll buy the Feud of Marca, that of Fondacello... for a trifle!
In no time, he'll become the major landowner of the whole county!
This is Don Calogero, Excellency.
This is "the new man"!
Too bad it should be so.
What about the rest of his family? What are they like?
Excellency, nobody has seen his wife for years.
I have, though.
She only goes to the 5:00am mass, the one nobody attends.
I got up very early, one day, in order to see her.
Take my word for it, Excellency: She's as beautiful as the sun.
You can't blame Don Calogero: He's so ugly that he keeps her hidden.
But, you know how these things go: People talk, there are rumors.
They say Donna Bastiana is like an animal:
She can't read no write, and she can hardly talk.
She can't even love her daughter,
whose only occupation is sleeping around.
What could one expect, after all?
Do you know whose daughter is Donna Bastiana?
Her father was one of your workers from Runci, Peppe Giunta.
He was so rude in looks and manners,
that people called him Peppe Shit! Sorry about the word, Excellency.
Two years after Don Calogero had eloped with Bastiana,
he was found dead on the road to Rampinzeri,
with 12 bullets in his back!
- What a scandal! - What's going on?
I can't believe I hoped he would marry Concetta!
He's a traitor, just like all the Liberals of his kind!
He first betrayed the King, and now us!
He's so fake!
His words are full of sweetness, but his actions are poisonous!
That is what happens when you let into your house
people with a different blood from your own!
Come on, drink this.
Here, drink it.