Olmo!
Come here!
Is that socialism?
The rich sweating and the poor sitting under a tree
doing nothing? Too good to last.
- You're lucky, Olmo D'Alcò. - Why?
Why?
It took me 73 years to see masters work.
Here, finish this trap for moles.
Olmo.
Fetch some leaves, fan me a little, will you?
The weather's going to change.
- Will you teach me to build traps? - Shut up or you'll wake up granddad.
How can he sleep with his eyes open?
He can do many things. Once he even saw Garibaldi!
Careful, if they catch you with me they'll spank you.
They won't. They know I'm a socialist too.
Come and see! Now it looks like yours!
- What did you do? - I pulled it.
Liar! You did this.
- I'll teach you something. - I know it. I'm a socialist too.
What's that cloud of dust?
- Those are the children of the Bassa. - Where are they going?
- They're coming to Genoa with us. - To plant the onions?
No, they were sent here after 3 months of striking.
They've nothing left to eat, so the Red Aid prepared a train
for Genoa. Long live the children of the Bassa!
- What are you going to tell them? - Wait, let me think twice.
The reformists want to give you 10 cents more per hour.
Do they?
Ten cents more per hour multiplied by 18 working hours
makes about a million and a half!
- Go drown in the channel! - Be careful, you'll break my neck's BONDS.
The revolutionaries say the land must go to those who work it
and there have to be no slaves and no masters. Understand?
Yes I studied EYE-TALIAN!
Italian!
- I read it in the VACOBULARY too. - Vocabulary!
- I made up my mind! - What?
I'll say: long live the revolution!
Long live the revolutionaries! Long live the general strike!
Hurray!
Sandrone, look who's coming here. An officer.
What's going to happen now?
- Let's teach him a lesson. Fetch a bat. - Yes!
Let's see what they can really do.
What happened? We found you! We'll take you to prison!
- Enough now! - Clear out!
Away!
Come on kids!
Aren't you ashamed of picking on children?
Clear the square!
You're all corrupt! Go home!
Olmo!
Olmo, your bundle!
Olmo! Olmo!
I'm not a coward, Olmo. I'm not a coward.
That's my house!
Look! Look!
Look at them! They're a disgrace to Italy! Deserters, traitors!
They look like criminals!
They should be executed!
Tura! Tura!
Olmo, did they catch you too? They're going to kill all of us!
Damned be the king! The hell with everyone!
Olmo! Olmo!
Regina, go away.
Away! And change your clothes, was is over!
- Yes, Lieutenant! - Close the door!
Old fart!
Son of a gun!
Celso!
Armida!
"I don't know what's wrong with me, father,
"but I can't set my mind at rest unless I find the three love oranges.
"Let me go search for them. The king said it was just a whim,
"but seeing him so thoughtful all the time..."
And? Keep reading!
Anita, why did you stop reading?
- You must be Olmo. - Yes.
Who are you?
Anita. Anita Furlan.
Venetian?
- From Verona. - Verona?
We set a camp in Verona. Are you a refugee?
Yes.
I lost my family.
Go now.
It must be heavy.
- Anita, how does the tale end? - Go ahead!
- Please! - Alright.
At-tention!
- Yes sir! - Stand at ease!
Dotard! You don't recognise your friends? It's me, bonehead!
Lieutenant, I'll demote you!
War is over, no one can give us orders now.
Now I like you better!
Really? Then kiss me, my hero!
No one took care of your silkworms.
There's only rats in here now.
Like in the trenches.
Remember when we could see the town from here but no one believed us?
It seemed so close!
Could you see the war from here too?
Master of the house, may you rest in peace.
Go to hell with your father, your mother, etcetera. Amen.
Olmo, put it back. That's not ours.
Wasn't it half-and-half?
Olmo, while you were away many things changed.
We've always been paid half harvest.
The master had to rent new machines and hire new labourers.
- So what? - It's been a bad year.
Long live our hero!
Even half harvest would be a theft, because we're the ones who work!
You don't even want to go fifty-fifty?
Wanna know why I had to hire so many labourers?
Because you all went to get killed in the war,
- like idiots. - Dad, you have no right to say that!
Shut up and play with tin soldiers if you wish.
Wanna know how much I spent to keep you at home?
How much?
- More than you're worth. - I wanted to go too, but you stopped me!
Of course...
That's a beautiful sword.
Indeed it is.
It's sharp too, very sharp.
Look, dad!
Congratulations, Lieutenant.
Is that all you can do?
When I was your age I got up at 4 a.m. to check the stables.
No one should forget that!
I was the first to get up at threshing time,
and I was the last to go to bed. Try to deny it!
Deny it if you can!
- You're so good, little cousin. - Thanks, I can do better.
...to widen the farm. There aren't any values anymore!
Respectability, devotion to the Church, love for the land,
loyalty to the family and faith in the bank!
Calm down please.
And respect! Respect! Respect! Respect!
What the master means is that there was no one left here to work,
so he had to rent new machines
which he paid grain for, as he does with you all.
Machines make life easier. They're a change,
they mean progress.
They're great.
Don't you agree?
It's heavy, isn't it?
Hey, what are you doing?
Stop it!
Stop it! The Army didn't teach you anything?
- Who's that? - Attila Melanchini, my dad's new farmer.
I'm a soldier like you.
You heard the master.
He gave you all he could.
From now on we'll work together. By the way I understand you.
No, Olmo! Olmo!
Enough.
Women, did you hear the master?
It's our men's fault, because they went to die in the war.
It's the labourers' fault too because they work,
and expect to be paid for it.
It's our fault if we get hungry and catch the pellagra!
And it's also our fault if 2 out of 3 of our kids die!
The master won't be ruined
if we take some more of our grain and leave him the rest.
Come on, help yourselves.
- You speak too well to be a peasant. - I'm a teacher.
You're the first educated girlfriend I've ever had.
Excuse me, teacher.
Are you done with your lesson?
Here comes the rooster! Peck this!
Peep, peep, peep!
Enough! Stop it!
Alright then.
What happened? Where are you going?
To celebrate Saint Martin. It's November 11th.
We were evicted.
Farmers always take advantage!
They evicted us before the contracts expired.
- We're in the League. - The vintage is over.
The master asked me for something shameful..
Now they even want our wives.
The cowards...
Oreste, you stubborn ass, run away, it's useless!
My contract expires in a year. Not even the Army will make me leave.
Oreste! Oreste!
Oreste!
Run away!
The devils will come on horseback and take away everything!
Not even the Pope! Not even Jesus Christ will make me leave!
I've lived here for 40 years! I'm pissed off!
(SPEAKS DIALECT)
I'll go to Rome and protest in my underpants!
- Get lost, cowards! - Go tear the soil!
Learn what that means!
It was about time for them to arrive! They'll feed the donkeys.
I like it!
I'm about to come!
You make me come!
Come... Not even an elephant could make you come.
I need a real man!
In the name of the law, out of the house.
Should my kids sleep under a bridge?
They'll sleep in a prison if you don't leave.
Why don't you arrest the masters who don't respect the contracts?
- In the name of the law... - What law?
The law is on our side, because our contracts will expire next year.
The masters want to steal a working year from us!
They're sending us away! Come down, we need you too!
Come on, women, or this'll be the last Saint Martin's day we ever celebrate!
The law is always on the masters' side!
They're always protected!
Don't go away! Get down! Stay with us!
Don't let them pass!
Stop! They want to evict Oreste!
- Let's help him! - Let's surround the house!
Get off the carts!
Patrol, left turn!
Patrol, halt!
The royal guards will make them remember this holiday forever.
Swords ready!
- Come with me, let's go get some poles! - The poles, quick!
All together!
# We're women, we aren't scared!
# Because we love our children, because we love our children.
# We're women, we aren't scared,
# Because we love our children, we'll defend the League!
# Oilì, oilà, the League will grow
# together with us socialists, together with us socialists.
# Oilì, oilà, the League will grow
# Socialists only want freedom.
# There's no freedom because we aren't united... #
You'll have to kill all of us to pass through here!
# Even if we're women, we aren't scared.
# Because we have our tongues, because we have our tongues.
# Even if we're women, we aren't scared... #
Good boys, show them that no one can touch property!
Property is inviolable!
Stop the charge!
Platoon, retreat!
(SONG IN DIALECT)
How embarrassing! Shame on you!
That's how you all defend us!
Bunch of maintained cowards! Idlers!
I'll throw you out! Delinquents! Criminals! Bolsheviks!
You want to make war all alone?
(SONG IN DIALECT)
- I'm all untidy! - Everyone's in, and they want to meet you.
What are you waiting for? It's a good chance for you.
You say we should act like in Rivarolo, but someone got killed there,
and now the Reds have their own martyr
and he'll even get a monument in the square. So I say...
You're talking crap, Pioppi! You're too good.
In Rivarolo a mistake was made:
Only one was killed.
My dog won't listen if I hit him once or twice,
but if I hit him ten times he'll learn!
May I speak?
In this Church we were all christened,
and confirmed.
We all got married here too,
and we'll enter this Church in a coffin one day.
As late as possible, I hope.
You all know what a Crusade is.
Don't you?
Young gentleman, this should concern you as well.
You forced me to come here. Why don't you leave me alone?
The Church,
even the Church
used force, when needed.
Who are these Bolsheviks, after all?
Semi-Asiatics, that's what they are.
Like the Saracens.
Subversive Mongolians,
who'll kill us all sooner or later!
And will also take what belongs to us!
Am I wrong?
Am I, Pioppi?
This is just crap! We should kill them all!
We don't want violence or revenge. We want order.
We're the new Crusaders.
We must give courage to the youth.
They're just waiting for a sign from us.
Let's give them that sign then.
Go! Go!
We've already saved the country once.
We were in the trenches while today we're here.
It's fair enough, new enterprises need money.
Solidariety! Italy needs incentives.
Not even a bastard son would have done that.
There's much to do in town as well.
Imagine my father's face if he saw me with you.
You father... "Respect! Respect! Respect!"
He's just a thief who longs for respect, like every master.
When I become the master I'll be much worse than him.
And I'll kill you!
You should meet uncle Ottavio. You'd like him, he sees it our way.
I know this music! I know what it is!
Montanaro! I'm D'Alcò! Do you remember me?
Pumpkin head! Little bastard, let me look at you!
How much polenta we ate together!
Olmo!
Wait for me,
I'll be right back.
- Let's help this girl. - You don't have to bother...
Do you remember Montanaro? I'll be right back!
- We're twins, you know... - You're kidding me.
It's the truth! We share everything.
What's his is mine, and what's mine is mine too.
- Hi Elide. - Hi.
- Hello signora. - Hello gentlemen.
- Nicoletta, where are you going? - Downstairs.
- Full service. - Thank you.
Home-made rosolio! I haven't had it for ages.
- Would you like some? - Sure, but I'll pay for it.
I want to pay for it very well.
Take this money too. I always pay well.
And this.
- Go to hell, you and your money! - Why? She's happy.
- Drink with us. - I can't, it makes me sick.
If you don't want to drink, then get undressed.
- See? I knew she was a whore. - She isn't, she just needs money.
If she wasn't a whore she wouldn't take my money.
It's your money which makes a whore of her.
Anyway... she cleaned me up.
Are't you two getting undressed?
- You go first. - I'll go after you.
- I insist! - No, you paid, it's your turn.
- I'm cold. - I'm shaking.
You're older than me!
- Who should go first? - Both of you.
- Both of us? - Yes, It'll be quicker.
You know, I lay on the railway too.
- What? - Remember the Red Aid's train?
That day I lay on the railway and you passed over me.
Who goes first?
Your friend is a little... Maybe you're better than me.
Don't you have a girlfriend?
- What do you want? - I was thinking of lovely Anita.
- Leave Anita out of this! - Is she your girlfriend?
- Drink a little. - No thanks, it makes me feel strange.
That's good, we'll have more fun.
Good girl.
- Will you marry her? - She's already my wife.
But we aren't married, she's my companion.
No weddings, they're bolsheviks. Free love, understand?
Did your hand get tired?
You know what free love means, don't you?
- Don't ask me difficult questions. - Answer!
Hands off!
- I know nothing, I'm not educated. - Are you kidding me, whore?
You know what free love means.
I'm ashamed.
Please, go away.
Please go.
Please.
Leave!
My God!
- She's an epileptic! - What?
Let's go! Away!
Call someone!
Signora!
Don't shake like that, calm down!
Please, enough now.
- We didn't do anything. - Let go of her.
And you know you shouldn't drink...
- Should I call a doctor? - It's no use.
We can only wait.
Alfredo!
Uncle Ottavio!
It's me, Alfredo!
Is anybody in?
- Hello? - Who's that?
- Hello. Sorry to give you trouble... - Ottavio isn't in.
- I'll return some other time then. - Have you got a cigarette?
- I don't smoke. - How nice.
- Who are you? - I'm Ada and I need a cigarette.
I'm Alfredo and I need my uncle.
- A cigar? - My saviour!
Not at all...
- Uncle Ottavio. - What brings you here?
It's been a bad day.
I came to town to have some fun and found an epileptic girl.
Have you ever seen one?
- Could I have a bath here? - Of course.
Come here.
Put it there.
I spent all morning at the auction.
Searching for beauty is tiring.
Poor thing, you work like a slave...
Have a look. It's beautiful, so of course no one liked it.
A German painter made it. I have discovered him.
- What's he doing, in your opinion? - He's sleeping.
- No, he's dead. - I think he's sleeping.
He's dead.
- Look at his hand. - He seems dead but he's sleeping.
- I've fallen in love. - Again?
Yes but this time it's serious.
- Let me guess: Itala? - Bugatti.
- Sedan? - Torpedo.
But my love is hopeless. It's too expensive.
- I'll buy one tomorrow. - Can you drive?
Sure... well no... but to learn is easy.
Your nephew is a liar.
Very good, have no mercy!
Make that stingy brother of mine spend a lot of money!
- How's your mother? - She paints all the time.
"Foggy plains of the Bassa".
The lands I lost.
Ottavio, can I borrow the car?
- I'll take the baby home. - The baby's ready!
"Vroom, roar, first, second, third. Hear the audacious gear!
"The fourth is unkind, grey and bureaucratic."
Do you like it?
Nice. A bit modern, maybe.
Modern? Ignorant, it's a futurist poem.
Read the other one.
"What you gave me that night, gipsy, I'll miss:
"your perjurer's smile and a kiss".
I like it!
I really do, what a pity it's so short.
- That's what's nice about it. - What are you doing?
- We both read them, we spoiled them. - And so you throw them away?
Why aren't they letting us pass? Beasts!
- Pretty lady! - Would you like to pass?
I want to pass.
- Attila, look! - Go ahead!
Pass now.
It's the right time for overtaking.
Go ahead!
- Pass, sissy! - Are those cheeky faces your friends?
No. Who knows where those loonies are going.
They make me sick. I don't want to see them.
I don't want to see anything. I'm blind!
What are you doing? Look ahead!
I can't drive! We'll end up in a ditch!
I don't wanna look! I can't see! I'm blind!
I'm blind! Blind!
"...Youth
"of
"the world."
Pietro, read in a loud voice what you wrote
"Communism is the youth of the world"
Olmo, can you tell us what it means?
What it means?
It means...
- Teacher! - Comrade.
Miss comrade.
I'm 71, but in bed I'm like a boy because I'm a communist.
You rascal! We're here to learn, not to brag.
That's enough for today.
- We'll guard the common house. - And we'll study with this bottle.
Shall we go?
It's been a long day.
I went into town with Alfredo and...
- Have a look... - We didn't go there to have fun.
It came out well, didn't it?
We walked.
We drank a little...
You know, the usual things you do in town.
I know
Yes.
What a class you have! The youngest must be at least 80!
They're staying at the hayloft, so I...
You're wasting your time with that bunch of oldies. What's it for?
In fact I wish I'd gone to dance, but you weren't here.
You wanted to dance with that big belly?
Anita!
Don't!
Anita, don't!
- I feel better now. - Me too.
Nine!
Five! Seven!
Six! Five! Seven!
What's in your mind?
What?
- Do you have another woman? - No.
- No? - No, I don't.
I don't.
Let's dance.
- Have you ever danced in a hayloft? - No, this is the first time.
Wait, I'll get something to drink.
- Thanks. I'll pay later. - Of course.
Alfredo! Alfredo, where are you?
Alfredo!
Don't leave me alone!
Alfredo!
It's alright. I'm blind, I cannot see.
It's a beautiful song, don't stop playing because of me...
Let the music play!
Faster! Faster!
Faster!
It's wonderful! Make me fly!
- What a pity, she's got beautiful eyes. - Indeed.
Alfredo, give me a kiss.
- Want some wine? - No.
Come on, drink!
I need a drink, so you should as well. Right?
She's blind, right?
You're not Alfredo! Who are you?
Shame on you! you have no pity on a poor blind!
Monster!
Careful.
- Alfredo. - Enough with this game.
- Don't leave me alone again. - Stop it!
- You're cruel. - Don't tell me off.
He's Olmo, my best friend. She's Anita...
She's Ada. Anita meet Ada.
It's beautiful!
- Beautiful! - So soft!
First an epileptic, then a blind girl...
If you go on like this you'll have to open a hospital.
You're the blind one here.
Is it ready?
And so you're blind, right?
Thanks, you saved me. I thought I'd be forced to go on all night.
You came here all dressed and perfumed to make fun of us?
How do you call us? Yokels? Boors?
You're right, I do it often.
All of a sudden I can't help myself,
so I close my eyes and start banging into people.
Open them up, instead!
What do you see? What do you see?
She sees that I'm happy.
We mustn't change, we must always remain the same.
Give me your hands, all of you!
Can you feel what I feel?
Let's remember this moment when we'll be apart.
Look!
That's awful!
I'm sorry, I apologise to everyone.
Mine was a stupid joke.
- I'm sorry. - Please pass.
I'm sorry, I didn't want to offend anyone.
I'm not blind! I'm not blind! Forgive me!
Look, I can see you! I can see all of you!
But is she drunk or...
She's not drunk, she's fantastic.
She smokes, she can drive and she writes poetry.
She's so modern. You can't understand.
You cant! You're a peasant!
- Come here everyone! - Why don't you listen to me?
- Careful. - Come!
Quickly!
Fascist! Cowards! I'll kill all of you!
What's wrong? Look...
Who are you? You don't know me!
What do you want from me?
You're bothering me.
My name's Ada Chiostri Polan. I'm 21, the worst age of all.
My dad is the one who drew the king's head on the 10 liras' bills,
We were surrounded by money without possessing any.
I'm an orphan. Three years ago my parents organised
and expedition for millionaires. The never returned from Mount Blank.
They died the way they lived: beyond their possibilities.
I have no sisters, no brothers, I can live anywhere
and with anyone.
- What happened? - The common house's on fire!
It's a shame!
Please don't.
Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it!
Come here.
Kiss me.
Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?
You would never have believed me.
That's right.
Then you aren't my uncle's lover.
Who, me?
I'm not.
Wake up!
Pietro Pecorari, 78.
- Wake up! - Sharecropper.
Wake up!
Exploited by the masters, murdered by the Fascists.
- Wake up! - Decimo Monatti, 74,
day labourer since he was 8!
Exploited by the masters, murdered by the Fascists.
- Wake up! - Giosuè Zuelli, 72.
- Wake up! - Day labourer from the age of 7!
Exploited by the masters, murdered by the Fascists.
Wake up!
Open your windows and look!
Wake up!
Come and see!
- Wake up! - Wake up!
Look. Nobody came.
It's useless. It's the end. It's the end!
It isn't! We're strong!
We're many, we're united!
They'll kill us all! They'll kill us all!
Listen! Can't you hear them?
They're coming!
Listen, they're coming!
There, look.
- I feel sick. - Could it be the baby?
You're a baby... It's too early for that.
It's over.
Did you see?
They're all relatives.
There's at least a thousand of them!
There are at least 2,000 communists outside!
Baroni, you look like you've been to a funeral. Do you feel sorry?
You think you were wrong? No regrets! No fear!
All we have to fear is ourselves.
Should I fold it a little? You'll look more elegant.
I don't want to be elegant. I want to be strong!
It's not only a shirt! It's a symbol!
You're actually sewing a flag! Am I wrong, Baroni?
More manly?
Good, not prettier, but more manly!
You'll have a black shirt too, and you'll wear it till you die!
Give me the cat.
Communists are cunning.
They play with your feelings, like this cute kitten
which can move you all.
Communism is an epidemic which can destroy the world.
Follow me.
Let's pretend that this kitten suffers from Communism.
You can't worry for it,
you have to protect all the other cats in the world.
Preserve them from epidemics.
Look at this cat and think:
that's not a cat, that's a Communist.
And you must destroy it!
To arms!
# To arms!
# To arms, we're Fascists, the terror of the Communists
# and to balance things, we're even more popular.
# We're members of the Fascist Party,
# we'll defend our cause till we die... #
- What shall we do to the Communists? - Kick their asses!
- And to those from the League? - Kick their asses!