# In the mountains we became wolves
# Our slogan is: Freedom or death!
# We'll go down the valley carrying our Uzis
# ready to fight.
# Among the victims waiting for revenge
# among those skinny faces
# we'll pay them back on the barricades
# a bullet for a bullet.
# We'll pay them back on the barricades...#
The war is over!
Why?
You all, follow us! Hurry!
I've never even shot a hen!
I want one too.
Careful, don't let them kill you!
Women, store the hay or if it rains it'll get wet.
What do you want?
I want one too. I cut the phone lines.
Tigre, give me one too! You promised!
Leonida, come here!
Take the charger too.
- Where are you going Leonida? - I want to kill them too!
..from the radio station in Milan which we've just occupied.
Free at last, Milan salutes the Italian people.
This is the Command of the Partisan Brigade "Giacomo Matteotti"
At this very moment of joy
our thoughts go to all those who died on every front
fighting against the Nazi-fascist barbarians.
But above all...
Leonida! What are you doing here?
I didn't see you get in.
You look so serious! What's that rifle for?
Let's go!
- Long live Stalin! - Have you gone crazy?
Long live Stalin!
Attila and Regina!
# Remember that day in April,
# a long train which moved... #
Regina!
Attila!
Here I am!
Come on here!
You asked for it!
Swallows are back
Wait please.
Did you know my grandfather died right here?
Sit down!
Did you know that each cow has its own drinking trough in America?
But they're American cows, they're well off.
Would you like to go to America, Leonida?
Call me Olmo.
- Your name's no longer Leonida? - My partisan name is Olmo.
- Do you know who Olmo was? - He was the bravest!
The bravest...
Well, my little warrior, what do you think of your master?
There are no more masters.
MANY YEARS EARLIER
Verdi is dead!
Giuseppe Verdi is dead!
Push! Push! Push! Push!
- Push! Push! - Here it comes!
Come on, push!
- Close the door. - Be quiet kids.
It's a boy! It's a boy!
Rosina had a boy!
It's a boy!
It's a boy! It's a boy!
What about that irresponsible woman?
Did you hear that, darn woman?
The peasant was born before his master's son!
Should I go up there and draw out the baby?
Eleonora push! Come on, let him out!
Push harder!
Come on, push!
Damn it!
Dad.
Dad..
Alfredo is born!
He'll be named after me!
- What if it's a girl? - It's not a girl, is it?
You don't think I can tell the difference? The baby has a willy!
He's got his father's eyes.
And his grandfather's money.
He's got a willy! He's got a willy!
Giovanni! Giovanni! Giovanni!
- What? - How's the mother?
- She's well. - Kiss her for me.
"Heaven sends us here like a hot summer wind.
"May he carry his ancestors' noble virtues in his heart".
Alright, it's clear. Giovanni!
- Yes dad? - Write to that playboy brother of yours.
- Write to him, come on. - Yes, dad.
"Ottavio..." But haven't you got any paper?
"Ottavio Berlinghieri, Hotel des Bains. Lido, Venice.
"We annunce Berlinghieri's first born in 20th century, stop.
"I'll pray for him to be different from you, stop.
"Found a wife yet, question mark. Hugs. Dad."
- Did you write everything down? - Of course dad.
Good.
Sister Desolata is here!
- Dear brother. - It's a boy.
Bravo! Bravo!
Take everything out of the car. I'm not going back to the nunnery.
The Monsignor ignores me, he no longer cares for me.
He likes the novices better. If they only came from good families!
- Listen. The other day I.. - My hat!
Alfredo!
May the Lord be praised.
My gosh, even this house is full of priests! I can't hide from them!
Hunchback, what do you see?
The snow, like in winter.
- What else? - A cathedral with spires!
- And what else? - Bottles.
- Sorry? - Bottles.
# To life, which smiles on you... #
Master, that's Heaven and you're God almighty.
I wish I had the keys! I'd be a nice drunk St. Peter!
Here! Get drunk!
No more work today. Let's drink now.
Cheers!
This is for you. No work today.
Vincenzo, this wine is special. Let's celebrate.
- Thank you master. - But where's Leo?
Over there.
- No... - Give it to me, dog!
Libero, do you know who died? Look at this bottle!
It's destiny: both born on the same day.
Let's celebrate!
Mister Alfredo, do you know how many D'Alcòs there are now?
I've lost count.
When I sit at the table there are 40 of us eating.
Come on Leo, think about it! He may be a peasant but he's a boy!
Why? Don't boys eat food?
What's wrong with you?
Mine was born before yours.
Everyone knows, peasants came before their masters.
Masters, peasants, bullshit! At birth we're all equal.
- All equal? - Shut up you scoundrel!
Hey you!
What are you waiting for? I told you to drink, you rascals!
Drink with me.
Ok, let's drink.
Born together! It has to mean something.
It means the two of us will die together.
Go to hell, you shitty philosopher!
My grandchild will be a notary.
- Mine'll be a thief. - Then he might as well be a priest.
- This isn't local wine. - It's too good for you.
I didn't like it either.
Rigoletto, stop drinking, run down to the town hall.
Tell them he's named after me, Alfredo. Berlinghieri Alfredo.
Son of Giovanni and Eleonora Rossetti.
Leo, what are you going to call yours?
- What? - What are you going to call your grandson?
Olmo.
Olmo, like an elm tree.
Olmo D'Alcò, son of Oscar and Rosina Coppo.
Oscar? He died 4 years ago!
It doesn't matter. We must respect the dead.
What dogs you are!
# Summer comes and it's very hot,
# two kids were born close to each other. #
Come on, drink!
The hunchback didn't like it!
# Destiny played a trick.
# The son of the master and the bastard peasant #
Leo, why don't you take a ride too?
I'm not riding that devil.
So, I ploughed three hectares in ten minutes and all by himself.
Six men need six hours.
And you think you did a good job?
Signor Giovanni, look at all the hay you left behind...
That's nothing. You don't believe me, do you?
This thing comes from abroad, blockhead.
We're the first in the Bassa to have a mechanical raker.
So Blessed are the last. This thing has the teeth of a hyena.
Run, Nina, or he'll catch you!
- 19! - You make me sick!
20! 20!
Wait and you'll see.
- Kiss it, kiss it! - Go to hell!
Olmo is a bastard! Olmo is a bastard!
Eat it!
- Coward! - Run away, shit face!
You can only scare girls!
- If you're brave you have to do what I do. - I'm brave!
And you go to hell!
Coward.
What are you doing?
I'm fucking the earth.
- What are you doing now? - I hear my dad speaking to me.
In the telegraph pole?
I can't hear anything.
- Are you crazy? - Let's see who's brave and who's a sissy.
When the train comes, close your eyes or you'll get blind.
- Now you can't run! - Let go of me!
Coward!
Olmo! Olmo!
Olmo!
Are you dead or what?
Ding-dong, ding-dong. The hell with it and kill the master!
How far is it from here to Madonna dei Prati?
About 3 kilometres.
Once I saw a train as long as from here to Madonna dei Prati.
And my dick's as long as from here to Piacenza!
And it's as fast as a train too?
Trains are real machines, not that raker there.
I like to drive that raker, you're against progress!
It makes me work less, and I'm happy.
- But who do you think pays for it? - The master does.
We pay for the machines with our work.
He gave the lice first to Paride and then to the little one.
I tried to delouse him, but he always runs away.
It's not only the lice! Today Olmo made my Nina eat a live frog!
...and what do you know about philosophy? Nothing!
I'm the only one who's been to the meeting of the League,
because you can go to the meetings only if you understand things.
Then you can walk around preaching justice
inside the isolated cottages where honest peasants work hard,
while the rich bourgeois despise their labour.
Amen.
Look at him!
- Who's crying? - Rosina wants to send Olmo to the seminary.
- Why? - Because he's a devil!
They want to take away my son, turn him into a priest!
You had your fun? Now cry!
Leave her be, that's a long time ago!
All the bastards end up being evil!
Bastard? Who's a bastard?
There are no bastards in my house.
Olmo is your children's brother because his father is one of us.
Isn't it true, Rosina?
Tell them, Rosina, since you know.
Of course I know. It's true.
Who could know better?
Olmo!
Olmo D'Alcò!
Olmo, you're a big boy now...
yet you still poop in your pants...
Come here. Remember this, you'll learn to read and write,
but you'll always be Olmo D'Alcò, son of a peasant.
A poor unfortunate.
You'll serve in the army
and you'll see the world. You must learn to obey.
And to be kicked in the ass!
You'll get married and will have to work hard to raise your children.
- But who will you always be? - Olmo D'Alcò.
Olmo D'Alcò. The peasant.
Understand? No priests in this house.
- What have you got there? - A coin. It's mine.
Signor Giovanni gave it to me in change for my frogs.
If it's yours, then it's everybody's.
I'm flying!
Yes, fly, so the branch will break, wet pants!
Alfredo, dinner's ready!
Listen to the Parisian!
"From the Ville Lumiére lots of love. Ottavio."
Alfredo!
"Love"! We haven't seen him for a year!
- He doesn't feel at home here. - He despises us.
He doesn't.
Your brother Ottavio knows how to enjoy life.
Paris, Chez Maxime, cocotte... we work and he eats up the money!
- That's not true. Alfredo, dinner's served! - Regina!
- Give me the plate. - Nice frogs.
Really nice.
- Alfredo. - I don't want them.
Eat and don't be a fool.
- They make me sick. - I'm going to spank you!
When you're in the army you'll have to eat all the ration.
Lies! Bullshit!
What did my brother say?
Regina.
- Who are those two girls? - You ask me that every night!
They're my sister and her daughter Regina.
Alfredino... my dinner.
Go, but hurry back.
He's getting worse every day.
- How much longer can he live? - Hey, he's 6 years younger than me!
And he's already dead for you!
Can you imagine if Ottavio arrives for the funeral
and being the firstborn, he wants to be in command?
Ottavio is a real gentleman like me. I wasn't born a nun!
I want to be a nun too!
- Do you want to fire a shot? - Yes.
Put the rifle butt on your shoulder, close your left eye,
look for the foresight.
Now look carefully.
- Do you see that family of sparrows? - Yes.
- The black female with the greedy eyes? - Yes.
- That's your target. - Bang! Bang!
You hit her! You got her!
My husband went bankrupt and ran to South America
leaving me without money and with a daughter. If it hadn't been for you all...
I won't see my father again?
He's your new father now. Aren't you, Giovanni?
Of course, if I don't support them, who will?
But you'll keep calling me uncle.
- There they are. I'll shoot Regina! - No, I'll shoot her.
Ready? Aim... Fire!
Good, between the eyes!
Ready? Aim... Fire!
What's happening?
I'll kill you!
What a jerk...
Go finish your dinner!
Now!
Shame on you too!
Go eat!
- Idiot! - Aren't you ashamed at your age?
There's an ocean between us, between me and the rest of you!
Go on with your bullshit!
He buys machines, while everything is going to hell.
You'll mower your butt with that machine, Mr. Modernist!
Come on, eat now!
Eat those frogs or you'll go to hell.
Shit face!
- Who taught you that? - A friend of mine.
And no one will have my land, not even a square yard of it!
You can say what you want but your father has a thing for Ottavio.
I'm here only because I want the land! All of it! Otherwise...
If you want to know the truth, I've always envied Ottavio! Always!
I wish I could stay away from these family problems!
Enjoy life! Eat up all the money in 6 months! Have a new woman every day!
# Love is an arrow
# which brings my words to you... #
A fucking ocean.
Poor thing. You didn't have to force him to eat!
He's my son, and no one can tell me how to raise him.
Alfredo!
Don't worry, when he gets hungry he'll come back.
These aren't lice, they're chickens!
Keep still.
You'll see, you'll look like a nice ravish.
Don't move, stay still.
They'll never find me. I'll leave with uncle Ottavio.
Alfredo? Alfredo! Where are you?
Come back home, Alfredo!
Hey you!
- Have you seen Alfredo? - No.
Go to bed, pumpkin head.
It's late.
Olmo! Olmo!
What do you want?
Come to bed, I can't sleep when you're out at night.
If my father had been here, no one would have shaved my head.
Once I heard him calling me from inside a well.
- Alfredo! - Let's run away together!
He also called me from an empty pumpkin: "Olmo!"
Alfredo!
And he called me from a barrel of lambrusco wine.
Olmo!
- Alfredo? - Olmo!
(SPEAKING DIALECT)
Hey carter, come back!
What a fool to leave a horse in the middle of the road!
Come back at once!
Damn you!
I don't even have the strength to give an order to a servant.
Listen... What lovely music.
Young people dancing,
hugging each other,
and making love before sunset.
This is no place for an old man.
It's hot, master, isn't it?
- Who are you? - I'm Irma, the daughter of Delina.
I usually walk barefoot, and now my feet are swollen.
But they're nice, aren't they? My mistress gave them to me.
Irma, follow me!
Come on!
Master?
Don't worry.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Take it.
You scared me.
- Milk her. - It's not milking time.
She's swollen, milk her.
Cows are full of milk and shit.
We're all cursed. We carry curse with us.
And it gets worse with age.
Do you know what the worst curse is?
The hail?
The hail isn't a curse.
Shit and milk in my head, that's it.
Not even war or pellagra are.
The curse is when it doesn't get hard anymore.
Milk and shit.
It's no use.
It won't get hard.
Put your hand inside.
Mr Alfredo, no one can milk a bull.
Go back to the dance.
- Go. - Can I really go?
Yes. Go, go.
Irma, when the party's about to be over
- tell everyone I'm dead. - Okay.
Tell them I'm dead but they must keep dancing.
Will you remember? Dead.
Okay.
The master is dead.
The master is dead!
Yes, the master is dead.
- You think it's true? - Who knows.
Take the water away! Let's all get drunk!
Fill it up.
But the master wants us to keep dancing.
He wants to rule even after he's dead?
Let's play!
If only you could see yourself, Signor Alfredo!
You didn't die like a master!
And why did you have to untie all the cows?
So I'd work harder?
Maybe...
Maybe the truth is
when someone has nothing to do
they have too much time to think.
And thinking too much they become dotards.
At least we knew each other, I knew you were the one who ruled.
Now it's a mess!
Who knows how everything will end.
"I, Alfredo Berlinghieri,
"in possession of all my mental faculties
"appoint as my sole heir
"my youngest son Giovanni.
"To my firstborn Ottavio..."
- What did he say? - "My firstborn Ottavio".
"I leave a life annuity
"of 5,000 lire,
"which he'll receive for the rest of his life
"by my sole heir.
"Moreover, I leave him
"the flat I have in town,
"provided that, unmistakably,
"the entire Berlinghieri estate..."
Go back to bed, your grandfather isn't well.
"...the entire Berlinghieri estate"
Grandpa!
Grandpa's dead!
"...id est nine-hundred hectares of cultivated land and the villa,
"the machinery and the tools
"and all the livestock
"consisting of cattle
"horses and swine
"go to my son Giovanni."
This turban
was given to me by a famous tiger hunter.
Uncle Ottavio, take me away with you.
Why, don't you like it here?
Everyone's mean.
Where would you like to go?
- I'd like to sail. - On a sailing boat?
Like this one?
What are you doing?
- Put it down! - No!
You don't have to touch the silkworms!
- I touch them because I can! - You're a fool!
I'm your master!
The silkworms are mine, you shouldn't come here.
- Why? - Because I feed them. Give it to me!
Why should I?
The silkworms are mine.
And the raisins.
And the mechanical raker.
And the wheat.
And the cows, and the D'Alcò's family.
And you're mine too.
- Go to hell and give me the silkworm! - No!
Go to hell!
Now you're running? Coward!
Help me, or we'll both get spanked.
I could beat you with one finger if I wanted to.
You make me laugh!
Here you are.
There are only few left. The others have already nested.
Those aren't nests but cocoons. I've seen one in a book.
Take off those clothes, they're all wet.
It's so light... Butterflies come out of this hole.
I've never seen them.
Like my little sister. She was born at night, then she flew away.
- Why did she fly away? - Because she died.
When you die you don't fly away.
They just put you in the ground.
Doesn't it hurt?
Hurt?
- It seems hard. - Show me yours.
It looks like a worm. If you pull it, it'll become like mine.
- It won't. - Pull harder.
It hurts.
The worse for you. If you aren't brave you aren't a socialist.
- What does it mean? - I'm a socialist with holes in his pocket.
- A socialist with holes in his pocket? - Never mind. You don't know anything.
- Come on, take this mantle. - I don't want it!
Don't be a child!
It's stopped hailing.
Come and see!
- What's that? - It's the town.
That cannot be. It's too far away.
It's the town, I swear on God.
That's the cathedral, I went there with uncle Ottavio when I was small.
- So many tall houses! - Those aren't houses, they're bell towers.
One of them is smoking!
- That's a factory! - Who knows if they can see us too.
- Dad! We saw the town! It was big! - Later.
Signor Giovanni,
I haven't seen a storm like this one since I got married.
Call the men, and the labourers!
Make them come here!
- Orso! - Orso!
- Duro! - Duro!
- Ceso! - Ceso!
- Oreste! - Oreste!
- Moretto! - Moretto!
- Vecio! - Vecio!
- Bestione! Montanaro! - Bestione, Montanaro!
Follow me, everyone!
To cut it short, we lost everything.
Wine, tomatoes, potatoes, grain, the whole harvest.
Therefore we must all make sacrifices.
Isn't that so, Leo?
So? The cat stole your tongue?
Tell them how much wheat we lost.
- Half as much? - At least.
Therefore it's simple. We must live with half pay.
But when the harvest is double we don't get double pay.
To be honest, if I had to look after my interests,
I should fire all of you, especially you labourers!
You're a bunch of ignorants, you should be grateful to me!
Because the only one who's really losing here is me!
And by the way, who's the master? Who gives the orders here?
You.
We lost everything, didn't you hear me?
And you have big ears too!
(SPEAKING DIALECT)
Let's go inside.
Did you get hurt?
Yes.
- I got hurt working. - Poor thing.
Dad, there's no more polenta.
Dad, I'm still hungry.
I'll make you forget your hunger.
- Signor Abele? - Yes.
- News from the League! - What did they say?
They said to move out, they're calling a strike.
- Where? - Everywhere!
What's the matter then?
We're all agreed. We're all striking.
Striking?
Do you know what strike means?
I asked you if you know what it means.
It means I'll no longer use these hands to work.
Good. He's right.
They won't sow, they won't harvest the wheat.
They won't milk, and so no more milk!
Everyone stands still,
and in the meantime the land dies! Are you ready for that?
Yes. Now we have the League.
The League?
What's this League?
Did the League tell you we'll end up eating the grass?
And that we'll all get evil? Really evil!
- Did they tell you that? - Yes, the League is great and strong!
You want to know what the League is?
Strike! Strike!
- Strike! - Strike! - Strike!
I like this song.
Strike!
Poor things, they haven't been milked for two days.
So? Are the maids on strike too?
Desolina, today you'll go to the village to get some milk.
And don't talk to anyone!
That's crazy! We have to buy milk when the stable's full of cows!
Strikes are intolerably arrogant!
They're against civil principles.
Those people make no sense, not even the old man!
They'll have to give up.
But the cows will explode and the wheat will rot in the fields.
You, eat!
Listen:
"Negotiations between the Trade Union and
"the Agrarian Association have fallen through.
"We'll send lancers to the sites on strike.
"We'll reply to boycott boycotting the League."
Stop that.
This is the official report!
"We'll reply to the strike with a lock-out.
"We'll reply to violence with violence.
"The whip is necessary against subverting beastly instincts."
Granddad, what are strike-breakers?
They're dogs who go to work when the strike's on.
Why don't they like to strike?
Because they're poorer and more ignorant than we are.
Granddad, listen to the music!
I'm coming!
Lawyer, you're here too?
Good morning Reverend.
Look!
Look how signor Giovanni's running!
Basetti works sitting down, poor thing!
That one is Campanini!
There's the lawyer, and that child with pigtails is his daughter.
- All strike-breakers? - All masters!
They look funny!
Olmo!