I've always known it, but nobody would listen to me!
I've never stood him! But you liked him!
And now he even has the insolence to ask you, Prince Salina
and father of the poor girl he cheated on,
to propose on his behalf to the father of that little slut!
Don't do it! Don't! Don't!
Shut up!
You don't even know what you're saying.
Angelica is not a slut.
She may become one, but she's still just like any other girl.
Only, more beautiful. She just wants to marry well.
Maybe she's even a bit in love with our Tancredi, like all of us.
She's rich, Stella, she has a lot of money.
It's mostly our money, but it's very well managed by Don Calogero.
This is exactly what Tancredi needs.
He's ambitious and spends too much money, that's why he needs a lot.
He never proposed to Concetta, he hasn't cheated on anybody!
He's just a product of his times,
both in politics and in his private life.
He is the dearest young man we know, and I know you agree.
Fabrizio... my dear...
Nobody can shout in my house, in my bedroom, in my bed!
Don't tell me what to do!
I make the decisions, here! I decided a long time ago!
And that's it!
Let's sleep, now.
I'm going hunting, tomorrow. I have to get up early.
Good-night, dear Stella.
You told me about crazy mothers and faecal grandfathers,
but nothing that interests me, that is, Miss Angelica.
Well, she speaks for herself.
She got all her mother's beauty, but none of her grandpa's stench.
She's very intelligent. She's a real lady.
When she got back from school,
she invited me over and played my old mazurka for me.
She's not a good player, but she looked so beautiful...
Her black tresses, her eyes, her skin and her chest...
- I'm sure her sheets smell like paradise! - Calm down, Don Ciccio.
Calm down!
From now on you'll talk about Miss Angelica with due respect.
Today I'm to propose Don Calogero in behalf of my nephew Tancredi.
You're the first to know, and you'll have to pay for it.
You'll be locked up with the dogs,
and you'll get out only after Don Calogero will have left.
- Let's go! - Excellency! That is so wrong!
Your nephew can't marry the daughter of one of your enemies!
To seduce her is a conquest, but this is unconditional surrender!
This is the end of both the Falconeri and the Salina!
Excellency, no, please...
This marriage will be the end of nothing!
It's a beginning, as in any good tradition!
These are things you cannot understand!
Let's go home.
We have an agreement, right?
We're missing the point, here. It was just an innocent kiss!
- Don't forget that I sent for you! - Yes, of course, but...
I wanted to read you a letter written by my nephew.
I got it yesterday, last night, actually.
He declares his love for your daughter.
He asks me to present you with his marriage proposal.
It's your turn to declare your intentions, now.
It's such a nice surprise... I don't even know what to say.
I know what's going on in Angelica's heart ad mind,
and I believe I can say that Don Tancredi's affection honors us
and is sincerely returned.
- We invoke God's protection on the wedding. I'm very happy. - Thanks.
Very good.
- The weather is getting worse. - Don Calogero.
I hope I don't need to remind you how distinguished my family is.
It came here under the D'Angiò, flourished under the Aragonese,
the Spanish and the Bourbons, if I may still name them.
We have always had high offices, as you well know.
But I really shouldn't talk about all this, since,
unfortunately, my nephew Tancredi's financial situation
does not do credit to the nobility of his name.
Ferdinando, my brother in law, sure wasn't a caring father.
He lived like a great lord, using up my nephew's money as well.
Don Calogero: Tancredi is the outcome of all these troubles.
We know it very well.
The reason why Tancredi is so fascinating and sensitive
is that he was the victim of many injustices.
I know very well what you're talking about.
But love comes first, nobody knows it as well as I do.
I am a worldly man, and I want to be as plane as I can.
It is fair our kids should know what they can count on.
My daughter will have the Feud of Settesoli in dowry.
One thousand and ten hectares...
of wheat!
Very fruitful lands, cool and airy,
plus 500 hectares of vineyards and olive groves in Gibildolce.
On the wedding day, I'll present the groom with 20 bags
containing 10,000 onze each.
My family is everything to me.
"Excellency, nobody has seen Don Calogero's wife in 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. "
I'm left with very little.
But a daughter is a daughter.
Moreover, I know what I'm about to say won't impress you,
since you are the descendant of Emperor Titone and Queen Berenice.
But the Sedara,
in virtue of a title conferred by His Majesty Ferdinando IV,
are noble as well!
Very good, Don Calogero, very good indeed. See you.
I have the papers that prove it!
One day the world will know that your nephew...
married a baroness!
- The Baroness Sedara of the Cookie. - Of the Cookie?
Congratulations, Don Calogero!
I have the papers, all I need is...
- I'm sorry, Don Ciccio, I couldn't avoid it. - I understand.
- Did it go well? - Yes, perfectly.
It couldn't have gone better.
I will see you... very soon, Don Ciccio.
Again, I'm very sorry.
"It was a cold, mid-January day.
The atmosphere was made even colder by a freezing north wind.
It had been snowing for many hours.
But, on the deserted street, a poor horse covered with a rough cloth...
was dragging a small, two-wheeled carriage.
'Ho! Ho! Damn animal! ', the villain shouted,
because he always spoke to his horse. "
- Excellency! Tancredi's here! He's in the yard! - Finally!
- Oh, my God! In this weather! - Tancredi. - Dear!
- I'm so happy! - Caterina! - Let's go!
Uncle! Uncle!
- Tancredi! - Don't come too near, I'm soaked!
- My dear boy! I'm so happy to see you! - Me too!
Tancrede, pensons à la joie d'Angelica!
I'm sorry, but I'm so excited I forgot to tell you
that I brought my friend, Count Cavriaghi, whom you already know.
He came to the villa, once.
And the one dawn there is my good orderly, Moroni. Done!
- Mon cher Tancredi! - Dear Countess... - We're so happy!
Princesse! Lls sont arrivés, avec cet orage!
I was told it never rained, here.
- It's rained for two days now! - Really? - Yes.
Il est arrivé, il est tout mouillé. Voilà, voilà Tancrede!
Oh! Pensons à la joie d'Angelica!
- How are you? - Welcome back. - I'm sorry, I'm soaked.
- Father! - Tancredi. - What a nice fire!
I took the liberty to bring Count Cavriaghi, from Milan.
- You met him in Palermo. - Yes, I remember him very well.
- He was with the General. - How are you, Father? - Carolina.
- Good evening. - I remember too.
Dear Count, you thought it never rained in Sicily.
In fact, it pours!
Don't expect not to get a cold,
or you'll soon be in bed with a temperature!
Mimì! Have the fire set in Tancredi's room.
Prepare the room next to his for our soldier. Quick!
I am so happy... I really wanted to see you again.
I don't get it. The last time I saw you, you were red!
- What do you mean? - Didn't the Garibaldians wear red shirts?
That was a long time ago. No more Garibaldi!
Thank heaven, Cavriaghi and I belong to the troops of the King.
When it was all over, we could choose between going home
or joining the royal troops. We chose the proper army.
We could no longer stand Garibaldi's troops, right?
God, they were awful people! They couldn't even shoot properly!
Now, we are real soldiers.
People don't fear we'll steal their hens anymore!
You should have seen it.
When we stopped to change horses, we just had to name the King,
and the horses appeared magically!
- You'll tell me about it later. Go take a bath and change. - Right.
Excuse us, aunt. Let's go, Cavriaghi.
Wait! First, I want to show you the ring for Angelica.
- How beautiful! - You think so? - Oh, yes!
- Look. - Beautiful, really!
- It looks very precious! - Indeed!
- Do you like it? - Very much, yes.
Was it very expensive?
I used your money very wisely. I didn't spend all of it.
- I even managed to buy... - Some little present, yes!
Here's our Lieutenant! What do you have there?
- It's a little present for Miss Concetta. - How kind of you.
- Aleardi's "Canti"? - Yes.
- I hope she likes it. - Well, I do too. Thanks.
- Do you like it? - Beautiful! Really beautiful.
Miss Concetta, these are Aleardi's "Canti". He's my favorite poet.
I took the liberty to bring it to you from Naples.
- I even had your initials printed on it. - Thank you!
"Still deaf"... why? I can hear very well!
Deaf to my sighs.
May I? Excuse me, but I heard that...
- Here, honey. It's a gift for you. From your Tancredi. - Thank you!
- You may thank my Uncle too. - Thanks!
Come here.
Angelica! Tancrede! Où êtes-vous?
There she goes...
Angelica...
Angelica, come on...
Don't you know it's full of rats in there?
- Angelica! - Come on, let's go!
Angelica!
Angelica, where are you?
Tancredi?
Tancredi, where are you?
Tancredi!
You scared me! It's full of rats, in there!
I'm not surprised. Where's Tancredi?
- I don't know, I can't find him. - Really? - Tancrede! Angelica!
- Come, let's go. - Où êtes-vous?
- I scared you, huh? - Yes!
There she is again! Let's hide, come!
Oh, no, please! Where do you wanna go? I'm tired!
How big is this palace? How many rooms are there?
Nobody knows, not even my uncle.
He thinks that if you know all the rooms of a palace,
...it's not even worth to live in it. - Ou êtes-vous?
- Let's join her, she's all alone! - What about the others?
Concetta's back in the garden.
Francesco Paolo was sent to welcome a guest arriving on the couch.
- What guest? - I don't know, somebody from Turin.
Hey, let's go, come on!
No way, I don't wanna see any more unknown rooms.
Actually, I think I'll leave. What am I doing here?
- Concetta doesn't even love me. - Did you talk to her at all?
It's no use. I feel I'm like a little worm to her.
I have to look for a lady-warm for whom I'll be enough.
Talk to her! You'll make up your mind later.
But, maybe, it's better for you.
Let me explain it to you.
Concetta is too Sicilian. She's never left the island.
Can you picture her in Milan, where you have to plan a month ahead
if you want to have maccheroni?
I would have supplied her with huge cases of maccheroni, huge!
- Bigger than this! - We're going, now. See you!
Come!
Poor Count! Concetta isn't interested in him at all!
Concetta is so silly! What is it that she wants?
Cavriaghi is a handsome man with an important name.
He even owns many lands in Brianza. It'd be a great match!
Concetta's still in love with you.
- That's why you brought him here! - That's not true.
Yes, I think it is.
I'm telling you, it's not true.
Concetta is right. To marry one like him
after having loved you, would be like drinking water after...
- After what? - Well, after some Marsala wine, for example.
These rooms are odd.
- How could anybody live here? - Nobody ever did.
This is just where my ancestors came to break the rules
and have something special to remember.
- To break the rules? - Yeah.
They were bored, my love.
- Excuse me, are you Aymone Chevalley? - Yes.
- I'm Prince Salina's son. - Oh, what a pleasure!
I'm here to welcome you.
My father would be pleased to host you at the palace.
- It's very kind of him. - You should wear you hat.
- The sun is very strong, here. - Yes, and you should do the same.
I was actually going to leave right after talking to the Prince.
- You'll have to come to the palace in any case. - Of course.
This way.
- I'll carry it. - Oh, you really shouldn't... - It's a pleasure.
- Allow me... please. Thank you. - Thank you.
- Isn't it too heavy? - Not at all. - Is that it? - Yes.
- O sont-ils? - I'm sure they're not upstairs.
- They must be back in the garden. - C'est terrible! Oh, mon Dieu!
Do you want to come in the garden with me?
- You're flying! - Ce n'est pas possible! Ecoutes-moi!
You think I don't love you anymore.
Are you scared?
I want you, but I don't wanna do it now.
I'll wait until you're my wife.
Oh, my God!
Look! The guest's here!
What does he want from you?
I don't know.
He traveled throughout Sicily for a month. He must be very unhappy.
Our greasy food must have been bad for him.
He's afraid to get killed by bandits.
I'll ask him if he wants to play whist.
Chevalley, what about playing cards?
Excellency, I would really like to talk to you.
- As I told you, I intend to leave tomorrow. - Tomorrow?
- You don't like it here? - Oh, of course I do!
My dear Chevalley, you're my guest and I'll decide when you may leave.
Come. Mind Father Pirrone: He's awful. He always wins.
Please, take a seat. I'll be your partner.
I'll keep the score.
- Are you really from Milan? - Yes.
How come you're down here, then?
I'm taking advantage of the Prince's hospitality.
I'm really enjoying my staying.
Chevalley.
If you want to see Donnafugata, I'd be glad to be your guide.
- I could show you the house of Baron Mutolo. - Stop it!
They've been living in Girgenti since, ten years ago,
their son was kidnapped by the bandits.
- Poor things! Did they have to pay to have him back? - No!
They couldn't afford to. They had no ready money.
But they eventually got their son back, only, by installments.
By installments? What do you mean?
Well, you know, bit by bit.
They first got the right forefinger.
About a week later, the left foot.
And, in a nice basket, amongst a bunch of figs,
because it was August, they finally got the head!
Francesco Paolo, stop it, will you?
I didn't see it because I was a child then.
But my father told me about it.
- Bourbonist police is good for nothing! - No doubt.
Things like this happened in my town too.
My father was a supervisor. Pretty dangerous job, at those times.
Not only for him, but also for his family.
When our Carabinieri come, they'll put an end to this.
Contrary to what they say, respect for the Church will be revived.
- It'll be the same as before. - I hope it'll be stronger.
Santa Ninfa's curate was killed 5 years ago while saying Mass.
- How horrible! Shot in church! - He wasn't shot!
No, we're too good Catholic for that.
They just put some poison in the wine. Very discreet.
Much more... liturgical! They never found out who did it.
The curate was a good person, he had no enemies.
Very interesting, Prince. Really amusing.
You should try and write a novel. You're good at telling stories.
That's what they are, stories. Trust a Milanese, Chevalley.
Sicily is a great country!
Due to the happy annexation...
I mean... the unhappy union
of Sicily and the Kingdom of Sardinia, the Turin Government
intends to elect a number of illustrious Sicilians
as Senators of the Kingdom.
Yours, of course, was one of the first names to spring to mind,
due to its antiquity and prestige, to your great knowledge,
and to the dignity you showed during the recent events.
Before making the list official, we thought it proper to inform you,
and see you if you approved this proposal.
The Government hopes you would.
This is the object of my mission, which also gave me the opportunity
to meet you and your family and to see your beautiful palace.
What does it mean being a Senator? What are we talking about?
- Is it like a decoration? - Prince!
The Senate is the High Chamber of our State!
By means of the Senate, the laws that the Government proposes
for the progress of the Country are discussed, approved or rejected.
As a Senator, you'll speak for your beautiful land,
which is now going to take part in the Modern World.
You have evils to fight, wishes to make come true.
Listen, I am flattered by the Government's proposal.
If it were a simple title, I would certainly accept it.
- But, given the real weight of the office, I can't. - Oh, Prince!
Please, try to understand.
I'm a member of the old class,
I inevitably took part in the old rÈgime,
and I am still bound to it by decency and affection.
Mine is an unfortunte generation, swing between two worlds
and at ease in both.
Plus, I am totally devoid of illusions.
What use would I be to the Senate?
I know nothing about legislature, and I'm not a self-deceiver,
which is an essential requisite for those who want to rule upon others.
No, Chevalley, I'm not made for politics.
Prince, I just can't believe it.
Is it really true you're refusing the chance to help your people
overcoming their material poverty
and the blind moral misery they live in?
We're old, we're very old.
For 25 centuries we've been carrying on our shoulders
the weight of wonderful civilizations.
But they all came from the outside, we didn't create them.
For 2500 years we've only been a colony.
I know it's our own fault.
But we are tired, void, and lack vitality.
Prince, that belongs to the past.
Sicily is no longer a land to be conquered.
It's a free land in a free State.
I know you all mean well, but you're late.
Sleep. That's what Sicilians want, a long sleep.
They will hate those who want to wake them up.
Were it even to give them beautiful gifts.
But I doubt that the new Kingdom has any gift for us.
Here, any action, even the most violent,
represents a longing for oblivion.
Our sensuality is a longing for oblivion.
We shoot and stab because we long for death.
Our laziness, the penetrating sweetness of our ice-cream
are a longing for voluptuous immobility.
That is, again, for death.
I'm afraid you're exaggerating, Prince.
In Turin, I met some Sicilians who seemed everything but lazy.
I didn't make myself clear, I'm sorry.
I said "Sicilians", but I should have said "Sicily".
This environment, the violence of the landscape,
the cruelty of the climate, the ever-lasting tension...
The climate can be fought, the landscape changed,
the remembrance of bad governments, erased.
I'm sure Sicilians want to better themselves.
I don't deny that if you bring a Sicilian off this island
he might awake. But they must go away while still young.
At 20 they're too old. They've already been molded.
What you need is a man who's able to make his personal interests
and some vague public idealities meet.
- May I suggest something? - Of course, Prince.
I know a man who'd be perfect for you.
I don't smoke, thank you.
I'm talking about...
Calogero Sedara.
He meets your needs much better than me.
He's of a very old lineage.
He may not have what you call prestige, but he sure has power.
He's not very learned, but he has great practical potential.
He was incredibly useful during the May crisis.
As for illusions...
I don't think he's got more than I do.
But, if needed, he's sly enough to invent them.
He's the man for you.
Yes, I heard about Sedara.
But if honest men like you withdraw,
then men of no scruples like Sedara will come ahead.
Everything will be the same as before.
Listen to your heart, Prince, not to the proud truths you just said.
Prince, please, do cooperate.
You are a gentleman, and it was a privilege to meet you.
You are right.
But not when you say that Sicilians want to better themselves.
They never will, because they think they're perfect.
Their vanity is stronger than their misery.
Please, take a seat, I want to tell you something.
A few days before Garibaldi came to Palermo, some English officers
asked me to take them up to the terrace of my house
from where you can see the mountains surrounding the city.
They were ecstatic about the view,
but confessed their astonishment at the shabbiness of the streets.
I didn't try to explain to them, as I did with you,
that one thing was derived from the other.
One of the officers asked me:
"What did the Garibaldians come to Sicily for?"
I said: "They're here to teach us how to behave.
But they won't succeed, because we're Gods".
They laughed, but I'm afraid they didn't understand.
It's late, Chevalley, it's almost time for dinner.
We have to go get changed.
You may leave tomorrow at dawn, if you wish.
You may not believe it, but the current situation won't last.
Our modern administration will change everything.
It shouldn't last, but it will, forever.
It's the human "forever", a couple of centuries.
Only then it will be different, but worse.
- Good-bye, Chevalley. - Good-bye. Thank you for everything.
We were the servals, the lions.
Our place will be taken by jackals, by hyenas.
We all, the servals, the lions, the jackals and the sheep,
will keep on believing we're the salt of the earth.
I'm afraid I don't get it. What did you say?
- Nothing, nothing. - I'm sorry, I didn't hear.
- Good evening. - Good evening, Margherita.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Good evening, dear. - Good evening.
It so good to see you! You've come early!
Well, your guests aren't here, yet.
Dear Stella, your daughters look so good!
Tancredi's here as well. And Pallavicino will be here soon.
He's famous for Aspromonte.
Good evening.
- How are you? - Thank you so much, Aunt. - Yes...
It was necessary to invite them.
- This will be Angelica's debut. - Yes, sure...
What about Don Calogero's tailcoat?
He sure won't be wearing the one he had in Donnafugata.
- The tailcoat is beautiful, but Don Calogero isn't! - Let's go.
- Hello Concetta, Carolina. - Hello, Tancredi. - Hello.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Good evening, Baroness. - Good evening, Lieutenant.
Good evening.
Oh, how are you? You look great! Really, thanks.
- Good evening! - Good evening, Stella!
- Mom, can I go dance? - Sure. - You're just like a flower.
Go on! They're so cute, aren't they?
I don't like balls that much, but we had to come, for the girls.
- Good evening, dear. - Good evening. - Good evening.
- Colonel, I'm honored to have you here. - My pleasure.
Margherita, come here.
I have the great honor to introduce you to Col. Pallavicino.
Colonel, I'm proud and happy to welcome the winner of Aspromonte.
Very kind of you, Princess. I'm very glad too.
Dear Colonel, I hope you and the officers will enjoy your time here.
- The Princess of Lampedusa. - Pleased to meet you.
- Countess Sutera. - I'm honored. - Very nice meeting you.
- Princess Cordera of Salina. - Good evening.
Pleased to meet you, Princess.
- I'll go see if Angelica's here. - Sure, go ahead. - Excuse me.
- Is it all true, Colonel? - Good evening. - Good evening.
- I was crying like a child. - Amazing! - What was he like?
He was as handsome and serene as an archangel.
Wonderful! A real hero! Isn't he an extraordinary man?
- Tancredi. - Hello, Mirella, how are you?
How are you? The Colonel is trying to reassure them,
but they should no longer need it, since the Bersaglieri did shoot.
- We're glad they did! - Oh, excuse me. - No problem.
You're late, I was waiting for you. Good evening.
You're beautiful. Come and say hello to the Princess.
Princess...
Let me introduce my fiancÈe, Angelica Sedara.
Dear, let me look at you.
- You're even more beautiful than they say. - Thanks. - Very pretty.
- What's this? - It's the Knight Cross of the Italian Crown.
Right. That's not enough, here.
- I had no doubts about your taste. - Thank you.
My father-in-law, Cavalier Don Calogero Sedara.
- Nice to meet you. - Pleased to meet you.
- Beautiful place, Princess. - You like it?
Calm down, guys, calm down.
- Tancredi, will you introduce me to your fiancÈe? - Sure!
- Angelica, this is my friend Gioacchino Lanza. - I'm honored.
- This is Fulco... - I don't know if Tancredi will agree,
but I'd like to be enlisted on your dance card for the next waltz.
Yes, don't be hasty, later!
- We'll see... - You're such an egotist!
I'm sorry, but it's not my fault.
She chooses whom to dance with.
It's a waltz, let's dance.
- I haven't said hello to uncle, yet. - You will, later. Come on.
- Excuse us. - What can we do?
- You're beautiful, as usual. - Thank you. - I'm honest.
- Dear Fabrizio, you look good! - I'm fine, Giulio.
Are you bored, Fabrizio?
You know what I was thinking?
There are too many marriages between cousins.
It's bad for our race. Look at them.
They look like monkeys ready to climb on the chandeliers
and hang from them by the tail, showing their buttocks.
Eleonora Giardinelli: A swan in a frog-filled pool!
By the way, congratulations on your nephew's engagement.
That girl is a real beauty. Many will soon follow his example.
- What? What did you say? - I said... it's too hot in here.
Yes, it is hot.
I shouldn't have come.
I'm a bit tired.
But, now that I'm here, I have to stay!
- It would be rude to leave now. - Yes, you're right, Fabrizio.
See you later.
- Hello. - Hello, dear. - Fina, I'll dance with Joe! - Really?
- Princess, I'd be very happy if you granted me... - Oh, no!
- No, don't say no. - I haven't danced in ages!
- Please... - There are so many young women here!
- At my age... - Thank you very much.
We're ready.
This is beautiful, Prince. Things like this are rare, nowadays!
Gold is just too expensive!
Yes, Don Calogero, it is beautiful.
But nothing can be compared to our two kids.
- Good evening, Prince. - Good evening. - Hi, Uncle!
Angelica wanted to say hello. Why are you here, all alone?
What are you looking at? Are you flirting with death?
Angelica.
You are very beautiful.
It's odd, isn't it, that Don Diego keeps this sad picture right here.
I don't think Don Diego comes into the library more than once a year.
Yeah, you're right.
I wonder if my death will resemble this.
I'm sure my sheets won't be as clean...
The sheets of the dying are always dirty.
I also hope that Concetta and the other girls
will be more decently clad!
But I believe that it will be pretty much the same.
Uncle, what are you talking about? What are you thinking about?
I often think about death. It doesn't scare me at all.
You're too young to understand.
To you, death doesn't even exist.
It's just something that concerns other people.
We have to restore the grave of the Capuchins.
- Tancredi, Tancredi! May I have your handkerchief? - Yes, here.
Thank you.
Prince, they told us you were here so we joined you to rest a while,
but also to ask you something.
I hope you won't say no.
- Tell me, Angelica. - I'd love to dance with you the next mazurka.
Say yes, don't be mean. Everybody knows you're a great dancer.
I was never offered something so seductive!
- That's why I have to refuse. - Please, Prince, please.
Thank you, my dear, you make me feel younger.
I will dance, but not a mazurka. That would make me feel too young.
The first waltz.
See, Tancredi, how good your uncle is?
He doesn't whine like you.
He didn't want me to ask you. He's jealous!
You're so handsome and fascinating, Uncle... of course I'm jealous!
Well, go ahead, but... just this once!
Let's go.
A waltz! Just as if I had told the orchestra!
- Excuse me? - It's a waltz! Have you changed your mind?
Oh, no, I haven't. Please, forgive me.
Everybody's so kind to me. I'm very happy here.
Tancredi is a darling, and so you are!
- I'm glad Tancredi can't hear what you say! - I'm not joking.
I know I owe everything to you, even Tancredi.
- If you hadn't agreed... - He would have married you anyway.
- You owe everything only to yourself. - That isn't true.
Yes, it is.
Nobody could ever resist your beauty.
- They said you were a good dancer. - I'm sorry I disappointed you.
You are much more than a good dancer. You are a lovely dancer.
- Yes, that's my father. - The next. - The mazurka, then.
Everybody's watching us, Prince.
The girl dancing with your father is beautiful.
Yes, she's very pretty.
Dear Uncle, they didn't applaud only because a lion like you
inspires too much respect.
- You deserved an ovation! - Will you join us for dinner?
No, Angelica. I remember very well that, as a young boy,
I didn't enjoy having dinner with an old uncle.
- It's not true. - You're in love, and you want to be alone.
Also, I'm not that hungry.
Go with Tancredi, Angelica, don't mind me!
Thank you, Uncle.
- Prince, you're still a great dancer! - You were awesome!
- Congratulations. - Very good, very good!
How are you, Fabrizio?
Hey, aren't you going to eat? You seem a bit undecided.
Too much to choose between. Donna Margherita is too good a host.
But I don't think my stomach can handle this! Excuse me.
- These candlesticks are really beautiful! - They're from Madrid.
Don Diego's grandpa received them after his ambassadorship in Spain.
They are probably worth a lot of land.
...the greatest emotion ever. - God, he's so boring!
Prince Salina, we'd be honored if you joined us.
Thank you.
Good to see you, Fabrizio.
And now, the left wing is mad at me because, in August,
I ordered my men to open fire on the General.
Tell me, Prince, what else could have I done?
I had written orders!
I must confess that when, in Aspromonte, I came face to face
with those fanatics, some careless, others far too eager for revolt...
I was glad the orders met my wishes.
But, in the end, my men were especially useful to Garibaldi.
I freed him from those men hanging around him,
that used him to reach their own aims, which, maybe,
...were also those of Palazzo Farnese. - I agree.
They were very different from the men who had landed with him.
They believed Italy could be made only by means of a revolution.
The General knows this very well.
In fact, when I kneeled to him, he shook my hand.
And he whispered to me: "Thank you, Colonel. "
What for? I wondered. To have made him lame?
No, but for having made it clear to him that many of his followers
were nothing but cowards.
Allow me, Colonel. Don't you think you have exaggerated
with all those kneeling and compliments?
No, I'm sure I haven't.
You should have seen that poor, great man,
lying on the ground under a chestnut tree,
bearing a terrible pain, not only in his body,
but also in his spirit! Really touching.
When he landed again in Sicily, he said:
"We're going towards the unknown... ".
It was impossible not to give way to emotion.
Why shouldn't have I, anyway?
I only kiss the ladies' hand.
And, even then, I only kissed the hand of the Kingdom's safety,
which is a lady as well, and we military men must respect her.
Excuse me. Diego, excuse me.
Three balls in a week are too many.
I hope it all ends soon. What are they all so happy about?
May I have my hairpins?
I'm so bored!
These invitations compel us to stay in town.
I'm looking forward to going back to the San Lorenzo villa,
where we can all lead our usual, simple life.
Why? I wish this dance never ended.
It's wonderful. I wonder what the Trabia's dance will be like.
I ordered a green dress. Light green.
What about you?
I am so happy. Tancredi's a darling.
You are all really nice to me.
- But I wish you were happier. - What can I do about it?
I don't like being around too many people.
I don't even like dancing. I've never been a good dancer.
It depends on the person you dance with.
- Look for someone you like. - No, I don't care.
Do you have any idea how many young men would like to court you?
But you discourage them all.
As you did with poor Cavriaghi. Remember?
You treated him real bad!
There you are! Finally!
- I couldn't find you anywhere! - We fixed our make-up and hair.
- What about you? - I was listening to Col. Pallavicino.
He's not a genius, but he doesn't talk nonsense either.
He's right, the new Kingdom needs order, new laws.
Anarchists must be swept away. We need no more riots.
Even if this implies much severity, as in the shooting of those exalted
who deserted to go back with Garibaldi.
- Do you think they'll be shot? - Sure! Tomorrow at dawn.
That's fair: They are deserters!
It's not like you to talk like that!
You're wrong, my dear. I always have.
These things are beyond your understanding.
Concetta, wait! Listen!
Let me go! Let me go!
- I think I understand very well. - Come on, please...
You didn't talk like this, once. That's enough.
Let me go!
She's so cute... especially when she gets mad.
Yes. Poor Concetta. She's still in love with you, I'm afraid.
- What about you? Are you still in love with me? - I am.
Excellency.
- Have you seen the Prince Salina? - I haven't. - Thank you.
- Have you seen the Prince Salina? - No.
Don Calogero! It's time to go. Come on, get ready.
A coffee! Please, a hot coffee!
- Sugar? - Yes, please.
- Goodnight, dear. - Goodnight!
Thank you so much for coming. Goodnight, dear.
It was such a pleasure to have you with us!
Goodnight.
- Oh, dear Margherita! - Goodnight, honey!
- Thank you. - Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Princess!
- Thank you for the unforgettable evening. - You're too kind!
- Are you going, already? - Yes, the barracks await us!
It's our duty to go.
We have to work, tonight!
Very good! After you!
- Tidy up a little and turn off the candles. - Yes, Excellency.
- Concetta, are you already going? - It was a wonderful evening.
- I'm sorry you're going. - It's very late.
- Thank you very much. - Goodnight, honey.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight, dear. - Thank you. - Goodnight.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight. - Thank you. - Goodnight.
Are you leaving too?
- Good-bye, Don Diego. - Thank you, goodnight!
- Good-bye, Don Diego. - Good-bye.
Here you are! Aunt was looking for you.
- Angelica, Concetta and Carolina are ready to go. - Good...
- Will you do me favor? - Sure.
I've already said good-bye to everybody.
Will you call the couch? I'll walk home.
- It's very dark! - I need some air.
Uncle...
- Are you not feeling well? - I have a bit of a headache.
- Everything went well tonight, don't you think? - Yes, thank you.
I'll soon have good news. I just spoke to Finzoni.
- I'll be... - Running in the next elections.
- How do you know? - No, but... - Excuse me just a second.
- Good-bye. - You're always beautiful. Nice seeing you.
- Say hello to Nico for me. - I will.
Oh, star, oh, faithful star.
When will we go on a less ephemeral date?
Far from everything, in your region of eternal certainty?
Really good troops. They do a good job.
That's exactly what we needed...
for Sicily.
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