I would like to learn how to make a trap like that.
Grandfather's dozing.
Olmo, does your grandfather always go to sleep with his eyes open?
He could do anything. He once even saw Garibaldi.
Better look out. If they see us together, you're going to get it.
No.
Anyway, everyone knows I'm a socialist, too, now.
Hey, come here. I'll show you something.
It's like yours now.
- How'd you do it? - Easy. I yanked it back.
You big liar. You went like this...
- Look, I'll teach you something. - I know.
I know how you do it.
I'm a socialist with holes in the pocket, too.
Hey, Fasuline, what's that cloud of dust want from us?
You dumbbell, that's no cloud. They're kids that come from the farm.
- What did they come for? - They came to Genoa, same as we did.
- Oh, for the onion season. - No, ignoramus.
They were invited by the backwaters in Genoa,
because after three months of striking, there's nothing left to eat.
And so the Workers' League chartered a train for Genoa.
Long live the kids from the farm!
Long live Genoa! Long live the children!
Well, Zambrone, what do you think?
If I have to think, Fasuline, I'll need my thinking cap.
Didn't you hear? The reformists want to give 10 pennies more an hour.
- More per hour? - Yeah.
Well, let's see now, 10 pennies more an hour
multiplied by 18 hours work a day.
We'll be millionaires by nightfall.
Go jump in the lake, bubblehead.
That wasn't nice. Now I get water in the ear.
Listen, Zambrone, on the other hand, the revolutionaries say
that the land should go to those who work it, you hear,
and eliminate owners and slaves alike.
You get the gist, young man?
I got it. I got it. I read and write, you know.
I'm a scholar and I practice my pinctuation.
Punctuation!
- Let's check the vacobulary. - Vocabulary.
- Well, what do you think? - I think it's time.
Time? For what?
The time has come to say, long live the revolution!
Hurray!
- Hurray! Hurray! - Hurray! Hurray!
Hurray!
- Long live the strike! - Hurray for the strike!
Long live the Workers' League. Long live the strike.
Oh, Zambrone, look who's come. Look. I see guards, policemen.
Oh, Fasu, what will we do? What will we ever do?
Listen, we can give them a lesson, but we need a stick.
Quick, quick. Grab a stick.
Ready, Zambrone? Now let's hear what they got to say.
Who dares defy the law?
Caught red-handed. Drop that stick and come here quick.
Traitor!
All right! That's enough! Out! All of you, out!
Out!
Come on! Move it out of here!
Hurry, the train. Go. Go on, children. Hurry.
Ashamed!
You ought to be ashamed! You even pick on puppets!
You cowards! Go back to the landowners!
Get down off those horses! You cowards! Traitors!
You sold out to the landowners! Renegades!
Drop dead all of you!
Olmo.
Olmo, you forgot your clothes!
Long live the great agricultural strike
June 1908
Olmo!
Olmo! Olmo, where are you?
Olmo, you forgot the bundle with your clothes and things.
Olmo! Olmo!
You thought I was a coward, Olmo.
I'm not a coward.
Over there. I can see my house.
Look, look, the church steeple.
World War I is ending...
Hey, Aranzini.
I dreamt of your sweetheart again. She had tits dripping with honey.
I had a dream of your sister. She'll do it with any man.
This one's leg is turning blue.
- Call the sergeant! Call the sergeant! - Not the sergeant.
Get a doctor over here.
Move along! Move along!
Look at them, men.
Filthy strikers and traitors, a disgrace to the country.
Have a good look at those subversive swine.
Turo! Turo!
Olmo! Olmo! The bastards got you.
The country is in the hands of murderers.
- Quiet! - God damn the whole nation!
God damn the King!
Olmo! Olmo!
- Olmo! - Quiet!
It's you.
Regina!
Go away!
The masquerade's over. Take that costume off.
- The war has ended. - Yes, Lieutenant.
I said, out, out, out!
And close the door, Regina! Close the door!
Will you look at that?
Vincenzo!
Back!
Almeida.
"'Please, Father,' said the young prince.
"'I can't tell why, but my heart will not be at rest
"'till I find the three nectarines of love.
"'I beg you, let me go search for them.'
"The boy's plea was so sincere that his majesty promised
"that the moment spring came..."
What happened? Aren't you going to read anymore?
I think I heard the story before.
- You must be Olmo. - Yes.
- And you? - Anita. Anita Forlan.
You're from the north?
- Province of Verona. - Verona?
We camped near Verona.
- Are you a refugee? - Yes.
I lost all my family.
Go on.
It's heavy, huh?
Aren't you going to tell us how it ends?
Does he find the nectarines?
- Tell us, Anita. - All right. Be good.
"The boy's plea was so sincere..."
- Attention! - At your order, sir.
At ease.
Hey, soldier, don't you recognize me?
It's me, you stupid jackass. It's me.
I don't want you. You're a lowly civilian.
The war is over. Nobody gives us orders anymore.
- Now, I like you better. - Hey.
"Oh, kiss me, my hero."
There was no one to take care of the silkworms anymore.
There's nothing up here but rats now.
Like in the trenches.
Hey, remember when no one believed you could see the city up here?
But we managed to see it from here. How close it seemed, huh?
Did you manage to see the whole war from here, too?
Dreamed all the night in the barracks bed
of his sister, his brother, his father, his mother.
Next morning, in the barracks bed, they found him dead.
They found him dead.
No, Olmo, no! Our part in it is finished. Done.
Don't we share half and half anymore?
Try to understand, Olmo.
You've been away, and there are a lot of new things you don't know.
- I know we always get half the harvest. - Not this year, though.
They rented new machines and hired extra labor.
- This is no time... - Let go.
Long live our hero.
Even sharing half and half is robbery since we do all of the work.
And now not even that.
You know why I have to hire these hands?
Because almost all of you men got yourselves killed in the war
like idiots.
Papa, what's wrong with you?
Papa, you have no right to say something like that.
You keep quiet. And play soldier if you like.
Do you know how much I spent to keep you at home?
No, I don't know. How much did you spend?
More than you're worth.
Well, you know, I wanted to go. You didn't want me to go.
Oh, of course. Well, what a handsome saber you have.
Yes, this is a handsome saber. Very handsome.
And it cuts well! It cuts very well!
Watch, Papa! Watch!
Bravo, Lieutenant.
So, that is what you're good at?
At your age, I used to get up at 4:00 in the morning to check the stable.
Everyone here remembers that.
And at threshing time, I was the first to be up
and the last to go to bed.
Isn't that so? Can anybody deny that?
Go ahead! Go ahead! Speak up! Isn't that so? I know it is.
- Bravo, my little cousin. - Thank you.
The next time you'll be pierced.
I sacrifice for this farm. Sacrifice.
There aren't any ideals anymore. No respectability.
Devotion to the church, love for the land,
loyalty to the family, and credit in the bank.
Come on, Uncle. You're getting upset. Don't.
And respect.
Respect! Respect! Respect!
What the padrone meant
was that because there was no one here to work,
he had to buy modern machines.
Machines are like peasants.
They need their share of grain, too.
But they make life easy.
It's a change,
but it's progress.
Look.
Beautiful.
Heavy?
Hey! Hey! Stop that!
Are you crazy? Hey!
- Hey! - No, wait.
Why would you do a thing like that? The army teach you nothing?
- Who's this? - This is Attila Mellanchini.
- My father's new foreman. - I'm a soldier like you.
Hey, you heard what the padrone said. You've had your share of grain.
He gives you all he can.
We'll work together.
Hey, I understand you.
Olmo. Olmo. Olmo.
Did you hear, women, what our padrone had to say?
It's our men's fault because they got themselves killed in the war.
And the fault of the day laborers because they work like beasts all day
and then expect to be paid for it.
It's all our fault that our families go hungry,
and that half of us end up sick with goiter trouble,
and it's always our fault when so many of our children are born dead.
Come, follow me, women.
The master should be really content if we take only a little grain
and leave him the rest. For the moment.
Come on, women, come on.
You speak too well for a little country girl.
I'm a schoolteacher.
That was the first time I ever kissed a schoolteacher.
Hey, schoolteacher,
finish the lesson.
Look, women, our rooster is crowing.
Here, peck. Eat. Go on.
Very funny. All right.
What's the matter? Why are you leaving?
To find another place to work and die.
Who put you out?
Who can put you out? Landowners.
Even though our contract hasn't run out, they're giving us the boot.
We formed the Workers' League. They're making us pay the price.
And if you saw how our padrone took advantage. It was a shame.
We have to put up with the padrone fooling with our women.
You say we'll find work near Mantua?
Let's go. No sense in fighting, Oreste. Not when you haven't a chance.
But our contract hasn't run out yet.
If they don't mean to pay us for our work,
then still I'll stay on this soil.
By Christ!
Oreste!
Run away, Oreste!
The demons are coming on horseback
to carry you off!
Run away, Oreste!
Not even the Pope, not even Jesus, the Lord,
is going to make me budge my ass!
Because I gave 40 years of my life to this valley.
Enough of your kind!
Lousy bastards,
you're afraid 'cause you know that you're getting away with murder.
New laws are what we need, and a new government,
so injustice comes to an end.
Laws that are going to get rid of all these delinquents.
- Oreste! - Laws!
Papa, stop!
- Good laws that will give us all a voice... - You're out of your mind! Oreste!
...so we are heard. Because we know how things stand.
Because those who till the soil are more intelligent
than those with nothing to do.
The poor peasants can't go on like this.
- Enough, Oreste! Come back! - You want to strip us.
You want to bleed us. Well, I'll go naked to Rome.
They'll hear me talk. I'll go in my underwear.
- You Judas bastards. - Oreste, stop! Stop!
- Let me go! Let me go! - No! Oh, no!
No! Let me go!
Look what you've done, you cowards!
Go to work! Bend your backs!
Go to work! You know what that means?
You miserable, lowly sons of bitches!
About time they arrived.
They'll get those jackasses to lift their hooves.
You make me come. Oh, you make me come.
- You make me come. - You can't come.
Come on, an elephant couldn't make you come.
All I need is a real man!
In the name of the law, disperse.
Where will my family sleep tonight? By the roadside?
They will sleep in a jail if you don't disperse.
Put the landowners in jail for not respecting their contract.
- In the name of the... - Law! Law! What law?
Contract's our law, and their contract still has one year to go.
The padrone want to do them out of a whole year's work!
The padrone are thieves!
They want us out of the way because we're socialists.
- We want our rights. - Then what are you waiting for?
Women, get down, you hear me? All of you. We need everybody.
Get down, all of you. Don't give up now. Don't give up, women.
They don't respect the law.
The padrone make the law and break the law!
A law for thieves and murderers!
Don't go away! Stop! Don't be afraid!
Stop! Get down! We can't let them pass!
- Come with us tonight! - Stop! Wait!
They're taking Oreste away! Stick up for your rights!
- You've got to help him! Get down! - Get down!
- Hurry! Hurry! - Get down, get down!
Left turn. Forward.
Close formation! Double up column!
Aranzini.
Now the royal guards can take care of providing
a nice harvest holiday for them.
Unsheathe sabers!
Let's get some sticks! Come on, we have to fight them!
Let's go! Let's go!
Now is the time. We'll show them.
You'll have to kill us all!
You won't pass here!
Go, men, go on! Teach them a lesson!
Tell them to go find their own property to huddle on!
The property is inviolable!
Halt! Squad, halt!
Go on back! Move out! Move out!
Congratulations.
Afraid of peasants? You're to protect us? What a joke!
Religious cowards! You're a disgrace!
- I'll drive you off myself! - Stop it.
- Criminals! Bolsheviks! - What are you doing?
What are you doing, you fool? You're starting a one-man war.
Damn you!
Go!
Go on. Go on.
- You look fine. They must see you. - No, I'm not dressed right.
- It's not the way to start. - They must get to know you.
Your time has come. This is your chance. Go on.
We can't do what the fascists did at Rivarolo.
One of the reds there was murdered, and so now he's their martyr,
and they're giving him a monument in the piazza.
- I say what we should do... - Forget it, Pioppi.
You don't make deals when you've got all the trumps.
They made a mistake at Rivarolo, let me tell you.
They made only one martyr, that was their mistake.
It's the same with my dog. If you hit him once, nothing.
Hit him again, still nothing. On the 10th crack, though,
he does learn to obey with his tail between his legs.
May I speak, please?
Here, in church,
they baptized us,
they confirmed us.
Here in church, we were married.
And one day,
they will carry us in
through that door
feet first.
As late as possible, I hope.
All of you know what the Crusades were.
Do you know what the Crusades were?
Young man, we're discussing things here that concern you, too.
You wanted me to come here, so at least leave me alone.
The church.
Yes, even the church, when it was necessary,
clamped down hard on its enemies.
Who are these Bolsheviks, anyway?
Semi-Asiatics, that's what they are.
Like the Saracens, Mongol subversives.
And if things go on like this much longer,
they will kill us, kill us all, and take over everything.
Am I right or not?
Hey, Pioppi?
Talk, nothing but talk.
I know what has to be done. Get rid of them all.
But the new fascist movement doesn't want vengeance.
We want order first.
We are the new crusaders.
And we must instill courage in our youth.
They're waiting for a sign from us.
So let us give them this sign.
Go on. Go on.
We've already saved the country once.
We answered the call in the trenches.
And now we're here.
It's only right.
When you start a new enterprise, you need a little capital.
Total solidarity, eh?
This is what Italy needs to get the ball rolling.
Not even a bastard would've done this.
They work hard in the city, too, huh?
Imagine the look on my father's face if he knew we were here together.
Your father, "Respect! Respect! Respect!"
Your father is just a thief who longs for respect, like all masters.
Really? Wait till I become the master, because I'll be twice as hard on you.
And on that day, I'll kill you.
No, seriously, when you see my uncle, you'll really like him.
He's much nicer than my father. He's totally different. He's more like us.
Hear that music? I know it.
Montanaro! Dalco, Olmo.
Don't you remember me?
Oh, your foot. I'm sorry.
Aren't you Olmo, the bastard child? Really?
Remember all the polenta we used to eat?
- Always polenta. - Olmo! Olmo!
Don't go. We'll talk later.
We'll talk later. Don't go.
Come on. Let's give this lovely young lady a hand.
Oh, you don't have to bother.
Alfredo, it's Montanaro.
The one who cut his ear. He's right there. See?
Signorina, I bet you'd never guess we're twins.
Oh, you're lying. You're making fun of me.
Oh, no, that's the truth. We share everything.
What's his is mine, and what's mine is mine.
Yeah, that's about it.
Good morning, signora.
- Where are you going, Nicoletta? - I'm going down.
- Service with a smile. - Thank you.
- Where, signorina? - On the table.
Will you look at that?
It's been ages since I've had homemade liqueur.
- You want some? - Oh, yes, I would indeed,
but it has to be my treat.
Don't worry, I'll pay very well for anything.
I have money. I'll pay you very well.
Very well.
Someday you'll choke on your filthy money.
It makes her happy.
You should have a drink, too.
I better not. It's bad for me.
Then don't waste time. Get undressed.
You see? I told you she was a whore.
Didn't I?
The girl is poor, but that doesn't mean she's a slut. Does it?
If she wasn't a whore, she wouldn't take my money.
But it's your money.
It corrupts her.
Well, anyway, she cleaned me out.
Aren't you two going to get undressed?
- Go ahead. You go first. - No, no, after you.
No, no, you go. Go ahead. I insist.
No, no. You paid. You have the right.
- I'm cold. - I'm freezing.
You're older than I am.
- Who do you want to go first? - Both.
You mean both of us together?
Why waste time?
I went under that train.
- What train? - Remember during the strike?
I was under the train you were on.
Who goes first?
Your friend...
Maybe you can do something better.
Don't you have a girlfriend?
- What's so funny? - I was just thinking about Anita.
- Leave Anita out of this. - Is she your girl?
- Come on. Have a drink. - Oh, no, no, thank you.
I feel strange if I drink.
But that's what's so great. Come on. Have a drink. Have some fun.
- Are you going to marry her? - She's already my wife.
But without being married. She's my comrade.
No marriage. They're Bolsheviks. They believe in free love.
Your hand getting tired?
You really know what free love is, don't you?
Don't ask me so many questions.
- Answer! - Leave her alone.
I don't know if I'd be answering right.
Don't lie to me, you little whore.
You know what free love is.
I'm ashamed.
Please.
You must go away.
Go away.
Go away now.
Please! Go away!
Oh! Oh, no! Oh, God! Oh, God!
She's an epileptic.
Come on, let's go. Hurry up.
Call somebody. Go on! Call somebody!
Signora! Signora!
Stop. Please. Please.
Stop! I beg you.
Don't.
- We didn't do anything. - Let her go.
Stupid.
She knows she must never drink.
- Shall I get a doctor? - It wouldn't do any good.
She'll stop. Have to have patience, that's all.
Alfredo.
Uncle Ottavio?
It's me, Alfredo.
Anybody home?
- Hello? - Who is it?
I'm really very sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.
- Ottavio is not here. - Well, perhaps I'll come back later.
- Do you have a cigarette? - Yes.
I don't smoke.
How nice. What did you come for?
- Who are you? - My name is Ada, and I want a cigarette.
I'm Alfredo, and I want my uncle.
Have a cigar?
- My savior. - For so little.
- Good afternoon, Uncle. - Well, what are you doing here?
Well, I had a rotten day.
I came into the city to have some fun and I saw an epileptic.
Have you ever seen an epileptic?
- I'd like to take a bath. - Of course.
Mario, in here.
There. Set it down there.
- How did the auction go? - All morning a bad sale.
I didn't know that the search for pleasure could be so tiring.
Oh, poor dear. You work so hard.
Take a look at this. It's exceptionally beautiful.
So, naturally, no one liked it.
He's a young German painter.
A new discovery of mine.
- What do you think the man is doing? - He's sleeping.
No, he's dead.
He's asleep, I tell you.
He's dead.
- Look at the hand. - The hand may be dead but he's alive.
Guess what? I've fallen in love.
- Again? - But this time it's serious.
Let's see if I can guess.
- Blanchi? - Bugatti.
- The Roadster? - No, Torpedo.
But it's an impossible love. It's too expensive.
Torpedo. Oh, I was just thinking of buying one tomorrow.
- Can you drive? - Yes. I mean, no, but it's not difficult.
This nephew of yours is really a bit of a liar.
Bravo. Bravo.
Make that tight, stingy brother of mine spend some of his money.
How's your mother?
She still paints endless ancestral landscapes.
My lost countryside.
Ottavio, lend me the car.
If you're ready, I'll give you a lift home.
I'm ready. Let's go.
"Vroom, roar
"First, second and third gears
"Dry my tears and leave me cold
"Bureaucratic, gray and old"
You like it?
Yes. It's... Yes, it's good. It's nice.
It's a little modern but...
Modern? The hell it is. It's futuristic.
Read the other one.
"Gypsy, what you rouse in me lingers still like a kiss
"and your traitorous smile"
Yes, it has a certain...
I like it. It's good. It's too bad that it's so short.
That's what's nice about it.
What are you doing?
Two of us have read them. That's already too many.
And you just throw them away like that?
Why don't those pigs let me pass? Bastards!
I saw you.
I want to pass.
Come on!
- What did he say? - Go ahead. Pass them.
Now, come on. They're letting us through.
Go ahead.
Are they friends of yours? They look like murderers.
No, no, they're not friends of mine.
I know that whenever they go out like that, there's trouble in the making.
They revolt me.
I don't want to see. I don't want to see anymore.
I'm blind!
Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.
Come on, now. Try not to go blind. Not on a curve.
I don't want to see. I don't want to see.
- I'm blind! I'm blind! Blind! - No. No.
- Blind! - No.
"Gives
"youth
"to mankind."
Pietro, read aloud what you've written there.
"Communism gives youth to mankind."
And now Olmo will explain what that means.
Well...
What does it mean?
It means...
- Schoolmistress? - Comrade.
Comrade schoolmistress,
I am close to 71, and being a communist,
I find I still do for a woman more than youngsters do.
You big bull, we don't come here to be braggarts.
We come here to learn.
School's over for today.
Go on, we'll keep an eye on the community house. Don't worry.
And we studied this whole bottle.
Well, shall we go?
What a rotten day.
I went into town with Alfredo.
- Look... - I had no fun at all.
Drawn nicely, isn't it?
We walked around.
Drank a little bit.
You know...
You know how it is in the city.
I know. I know.
You know.
What a class. The youngest must be at least 80.
The youngsters are dancing at the Risotti barn, that's why.
You're wasting your time.
Giving lessons to four old men, what good does it do?
I wanted to dance, too, but I had to wait for you! No?
Dancing with that belly?
Anita. Anita. Anita.
No!
Anita!
I feel better now.
Yeah, I feel better, too.
Help.
- Eight. Six. - Seven. Two.
- One. Eight. Nine. - Three. Seven. Six.
- Nine. Seven. - Three. Five.
- Eight. Eight. - Six. Five.
What do you have inside that head?
What do you have?
- You have another woman. - No.
- No? - No, no. No.
No.
Come on, let's go dancing.
Have you ever danced in a barn before?
No, it's the first time.
Wait. Wait here. I'll go get something to drink.
Wait!
- Two glasses. - Thank you. I'll pay later.
Certainly.
Alfredo!
Alfredo, where are you?
Alfredo!
Don't leave me alone!
Alfredo.
What's wrong with her?
It's nothing.
I don't see. I'm blind.
This music is so beautiful.
Please don't stop dancing just for me.
Play on. Play on!
Faster. Faster.
Faster! How wonderful!
Make me fly.
And to think she has such beautiful eyes, huh?
Oh, yes. Very beautiful.
Alfredo, give me a kiss.
Look at the blind girl.
Would you like a drink?
No, no. I think you need a drink. I know I need a drink,
and therefore if I need a drink, I know that you need a drink,
and, therefore, we should both have a drink.
- All right? - Yeah.
- Blind, eh? - You're not Alfredo.
Who are you?
How awful! You have no pity for a blind girl.
Monster!
- Alfredo. - Come on, stop this game.
Pretty, isn't it?
Alfredo, how could you do that to me?
You mustn't ever leave me alone again.
Oh, stop it.
You're outrageous.
I'm an animal de luxe.
This is my best friend, Olmo. This is Anita. This is...
Anita, this is Ada. This is Anita. This is Ada.
- It's soft. - Imagine if we had one like this.
- It's warm. - It's warm. Yes.
Oh, it feels good. Oh, yes.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
This morning with an epileptic and now with a blind girl.
One more like this and you can open a hospital.
You're the one that's blind.
Are they ready?
A blind girl, huh?
Thank you. Thank you. You saved me.
I was afraid I had to go on all evening.
So you come in here all dressed and perfumed to make fools of us.
Stupid, spoiled.
How is it you call us? Hicks? Peasants?
I know. You're right.
But it always happens like this. I can't stand it.
So I close my eyes and I bang into people.
Does it scare you to look?
What do you see? What do you see?
What does she see? She sees someone who's so happy...
I don't want us to change. I want everyone to stay still. Stay still.
Give me your hands. Everyone give me their hands.
Put your hands here. Here, here.
Hey, look.
It's horrible.
I'm sorry.
I apologize to all of you.
It was just a stupid joke.
- It was very silly of me, I know. - Nothing to worry about.
I'm sorry!
I didn't mean to offend anyone!
Forgive me!
I'm not blind! Forgive me!
I can see very well! Look, I'm not blind!
I see all of you!
Is she drunk or...
Why don't you believe me? It was all a joke!
- She's not drunk. She's fantastic. - I can see like you, and you!
She smokes, she drives, she writes poetry.
She's very modern, something you don't understand.
Hey!
Something you don't understand. You're a country bumpkin.
- Help! Help! - Wait.
Wait! I want to tell you something. Wait!
Don't fall.
Help! Everybody! Hurry!
And she's wild berries.
I'll kill them all.
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Who are you?
You don't know me.
What the hell do you want?
You're boring.
My name is Ada Fiastri Paulhan.
I'm 21, the worst age in the world.
My father designed the head of the king on the 10 lira note.
So we've always been surrounded by money
and never had any.
I'm an orphan.
Three years ago, my parents had the bright idea
of organizing an Alpine expedition for millionaires.
They disappeared into a crevasse on the Matterhorn.
They died the way they lived, beyond their means.
I have no sisters, no brothers.
I can live where I like and with anybody I like.
The community house is on fire!
The community house is burning to the ground!
The community house is on fire!
I don't want to.
I don't want to! I don't want to!
No!
No.
Come here.
Kiss me. Kiss me.
Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?
Because you would never have believed me.
That's right.
But aren't you Ottavio's mistress?
Ottavio's mistress?
No. Oh, no.
Wake up!
Pietro Pecurare!
Seventy-eight years old!
Wake up!
Farm laborer!
Wake up!
Exploited by the landowners!
Murdered by the fascists!
Wake up!
Vircimo Bonazza, age 74,
day laborer from the age of seven.
Exploited by the landowners!
Murdered by the fascists! Murdered by the fascists!
Wake up!
Jofren Zuelli, age 72.
Wake up!
Farm laborer from the age of seven.
Exploited by the landowners!
Murdered by the fascists!
Wake up!
Open your windows!
Why don't you come down?
Wake up!
Don't you want to see?
Come down and look at them!
Wake up!
- Wake up! - Wake up!
Look, there's no one!
It's over. It's all over.
- It's the end. - No.
No, no!
We're strong!
We're many!
We're united!
- They'll kill us all. They'll kill us all. - No, no, no.
No.
Listen.
They're coming.
Yes. They're coming.
They're here. Look, Anita.
I'm not well.
- Could it be the baby? - What a child you are.
There's time.
It's finished.
Hey, did you see?
A crowd like that.
No one will believe that all those people are relatives.
- I don't believe it. - They were over 1,000 of them, Barone.
Over 1,000, at least.
They're saying it was no accident. It was deliberately set.
There are 2,000 reds out there!
Hey, Barone, you look like you've been to a funeral.
You feel sad?
You think we made a mistake?
Never regret anything. Never be afraid.
The only thing a man has to fear is fear itself.
Shall we take some tucks?
They give the shirt a greater elegance.
I don't want it to look elegant. I want it to look strong.
This isn't a shirt, it's a symbol.
You're not a tailor. You're making a flag for the people.
- Does it look good, Barone? - More manly.
More manly, yes, but not pretty. Not pretty. More manly.
Well, good. All of you get one. You all get one.
You all look like this. Give the people something to follow.
Yeah. Give me that pussycat.
Listen.
Communists are smart.
They play on your human feelings.
They're like this little pussycat.
It plays on your human feelings.
Communism is a disease. It can destroy the world. Come outside.
If this little pussycat has got communism,
you can't think of this little pussycat.
You got to think of all the other pussycats in the world
and you got to protect them.
You got to protect all those pussycats.
You got to look at that pussycat and you've got to say,
"That's not a pussycat, that's a communist."
And you've got to destroy it!
Where do we make the communists go?
Jail!
Where do we make the Workers' League go?
Jail to all!
End Act One