I feel like...I never want to go home again!
Swear!
Swear that you'll never become a fat, vulgar landowner. Swear. Swear!
I swear. I swear!
And swear that you'll love me forever and marry me never.
Swear! Swear!
Ah!
I swear I'll marry you!
Forever!
Ah!
Never! (Laughs)
- Give me your hand! - My hand? Never!
Oh, you're such a liar!
(Ottavio) Quiet, if you please! (Ada) What's going on?
Ottavio!
(Ottavio) This is very delicate work I'm doing.
(Ada) What are you doing?
(Ottavio) I'm taking some artistic photographs.
(Ada) Who are you? Why are you standing there?
(Boy) Us? We're babes in the woods.
(2nd boy) Yes, with empty stomachs, signora.
Now that you've discovered my secret love for photography...
I think we know how to keep a secret.
(Man) Who told you? (2nd man) He came from Florence.
(3rd man) He saw them with his own eyes. (2nd man) Carabinieri,
swarming all over the place with fixed bayonets.
(3rd man) They'll march on Rome.
(Man) The go-ahead sign will come when you least expect it.
(Woman singing Era De Maggio)
(Conversation continues)
Are you going to leave me alone?
- Don't go without me. - After all...
(Man) He told them. Loud. (2nd man) Right to his face.
(Man) Either the chief minds his own business, or...
(3rd man) That's the only way. (Man) He's always interfering!
(Man) At the chamber of commerce, no one knows anything.
(2nd man) It's a political manoeuvre. The chamber of commerce...
(3rd man) It's more than political, it's revolution.
(2nd man) The chamber of commerce should have been told.
(Ada) Look. Our photographer. What is he up to?
I'll be right there. Wait. What's this?
- A disguise? - It's the newest thing.
If you want to stay in business, you follow the trend.
Leave it there.
Thank you.
- Are we leaving? - That's right. As soon as we're ready.
- Where are we going? - Taormina.
Taormina. It's an obsession.
- But why? - To the south, the south.
As far away as possible from those pigs in their black shirts.
(Laughs)
This takes you even farther.
- Even farther south. - Cocaine?
Cocaine?
Oh, I'd like to try some. Let me try some.
- Why do you cut it like...? - Shh.
To the novice.
(Sniffs)
(Gasps) What a tragedy!
(Ottavio) What a waste, you mean. A little more care.
(Sniffs)
(Sniffing)
Uh-uh-uh, just a moment. Leave some for us.
Greedy. (Sniffs)
Hey, what's happened to you?
- I can't feel anything. - You have to wait a bit.
You've never done it. Give yourself a chance.
I can't feel anything. I mean, er...
my nose is numb, but I can't feel anything.
(Sniffs)
(Ottavio laughs)
- I don't feel a thing. - Hey, where are you going?
(Ottavio) It's taking effect.
I can't feel anything.
Well, anyway... So what are we going to do?
(Clicking heels)
I know! I want a photograph.
Good idea.
(1920s jazz)
- (Knock on door) - Who is it?
- (Man) Telegram. - One moment.
Coming.
Be right there
Pirouette.
Jeté.
Port de bras.
Here I come. Lift.
It's for you.
You have to leave right away.
Your father is ill.
Hold it... Perfect.
(Woman singing in Italian)
Hey.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Wearing your father's coat.
What are you doing in my father's study?
And with my father's gun, hm?
I'm keeping it.
Oh, go ahead. It doesn't matter. He doesn't need it.
How did he die?
In the cow shed.
He said, er...
"My legs are weak, as if I were dreaming."
He didn't suffer at all.
The cow shed, hm? It seems to run in the family.
You've been away for a month.
There are a lot of things you don't know.
Send Attila away.
There's still time.
Fire him at once.
Today.
Huh?
- It wouldn't do any good. - He's a Fascist, a killer.
Kick him out. It will make an impression.
Not now. Mussolini's won. Italy's really changed.
Things have changed here, too.
I've changed, and so have you.
- What do you mean? - I mean, er...
You give the orders now, for God's sake. You're the master!
- Then I'm your master. - (Rosina) Olmo.
Olmo. Quick. They're coming back.
Olmo.
Here, take it with you. It's yours anyway.
Otherwise, what kind of a thief would you be?
Is that your baby with your mother?
Yes. It's a girl.
And Anita?
She died...giving birth.
(Sobbing)
Listen to me, Alfredo,
send Attila away.
(Bell tolling)
I prayed and prayed that you'd come in time.
Now you are all I have left.
How he suffered after you went away.
Do you mind waiting outside?
Mama, I have something to tell you. Sit down. Sit down.
I have something to tell everyone.
Sit down, Aunt Amelia. Sit down.
Er...
I have, er, something to tell everyone.
Erm...
I don't know if I should say this. Er, maybe I should wait.
It's not exactly the right moment to say this, but, er...
I've decided something, and, erm...
Er...
I'm getting married.
Do you think that this is the right moment to joke?
What a rush.
Is she pregnant?
(Eleonora sobbing)
What's her name?
(Alfredo) Ada.
Ada.
Of a good family?
Eh?
Is she chic? Tell me, is she chic?
- She is French. - Oh...
She's travelled and she's educated?
Mm-hm.
Is she pretty? And healthy?
Oh, we'll have a wedding to make everyone die of envy.
- When? - Very soon.
(Mendelssohn: Wedding March)
(Applause)
Long live the bride and groom!
Dauntless youth, O fearless youth
Your faith is with us
Like a presage of love and affection
A haven of prolific happiness together
That by the bride's moral pledge of fidelity
Shall continue this noble race
Touched by that divine light
A light that shall guide from strife
Each new child in his walk through life
(Applause)
She's too pretty.
Far too pretty for a wife.
She's more than a wife.
- Ada's a mistress. - Mistress, my ass!
Oh!
She won't be any good in bed.
Regina! What a way to talk.
I give her one year.
(Woman) Alfredo. Alfredo, she's so beautiful.
Enchanting, really.
Oh, how delightful, this party.
I was so glad when I heard that we were invited.
You are really a piece of shit.
You know, I hate you. I detest you.
I should be in your place.
May l?
- A souvenir. - May I?
Wait.
You will look so pretty.
Like a bride.
(Man) I put my bet on Attila! (2nd man) Falzoni will beat him!
(Man) Attila will beat him. (2nd man) Come on, Falzoni!
(Man) Half of my money is yours!
(Regina) Attila!
Aha!
My bride.
(Gasping)
(Patrizio) Look at Attila's gloves. They're beautiful.
- (Avanzini) You'd like a pair? - If you do, I'll be good.
And a black shirt too?
(Attila) Signor Alfredo,
together we salute you and your new bride.
Get off the table!
Send them away. I can't stand them. I can't stand them!
Look...don't be upset.
These are only our neighbours.
The only difference is the colour of their shirts.
That makes all the difference.
They're like our relatives. We have to invite them.
After this we won't see them for ten years.
Oh, a hundred years. Promise.
A thousand years. I promise.
- Is it all one family? - Yes. All Dalcos.
Before the war, there were twice as many.
Who is that beautiful woman by the fire?
Oh, that's Rosina. That's Olmo's mother.
Where is Olmo? I haven't seen him all day.
And Ottavio?
- I'll never forgive him! - Fine friends we have.
Go on. Go on. Go.
Rosina, would you like some confetti?
Oh, thank you, signora.
I knew him when he was so high...
So long ago.
(All shouting)
(Man) It was almost dawn when we stopped the trucks
and saw our boys for half an hour. I swear...
Glorious day, Serafini. Glorious.
Regina.
And then they started yelling, "Let's march on to Rome."
Just remember, you keep well away from Ada.
Who'd dare to touch your precious wife, eh?
You think she'll stand living here...
with the pigs, the shit - the Dalcos?
Attila.
Shut the door.
Shut the door!
It is not our tradition to have our staff members
together with family members, mixing on the dining room table.
If you have the urge to express yourselves in this manner again,
you'll do it outside the house!
Is that clear?
This is what you were waiting for.
Huh.
To become the padrone.
God only knows how long you've been waiting.
And another thing...
I know you look impressive in that uniform...
but my wife doesn't want to have any black shirts in the house.
Many women are...
Come on, Alfredo.
He's not educated, I agree, but listen to me...
Hang on to him. He's your watchdog.
Well, where were you, watchdog,
when they broke into my father's files?
No.
(Alfredo) What happened to the gun he kept in there?
Must have been a Communist.
They don't even have respect for the dead.
You and your bride can rest without fear.
The gun will be returned.
Never mind the gun, you're here to keep Regina away from my wife.
Send me away.
- Why don't you send me away? - No. I want you here.
You're part of the inheritance.
(Grunting)
- (Both laughing) - (Amelia) It's the prettiest house...
Attila, look at me. It's an arm wrestle.
(Straining)
Is it true you win all the arm wrestles?
And when I think how fond I am of this house...
Regina, it's been decided.
We're all moving into the city.
They have a right to be alone.
And you tell me just like that?
I'm not coming. I'll stay here.
(Singing in Italian)
(Banging on door)
(Banging)
- Oh! Look who's here. - Ottavio!
(Audience gasp and chatter)
- It's a little late. Your wedding present. - My wedding present.
Oh! Ottavio!
Thank you.
- His name is Cocaine. - Cocaine.
Thank you, Uncle. He's beautiful.
His name is Cocaine.
I want to ride him.
Oh, the stirrup.
- One, two, three, up! - (Applause)
(Avanzini) Come, come, what a stunning gift.
How magnificent.
(Banging)
Come in here, you coward!
- Oh... - Now you make love to me here.
- I'll make love to you. - In this house.
It's my house, too. I'm part of the inheritance.
Didn't you know?
The gentry have a special place to masturbate.
Alfredo and I used to do it here.
You're a beast!
I felt so sorry for you,
standing there, taking the insults,
at heel beside your master.
- I'm his watchdog. - Then bite! Bark!
Don't let him treat me that way. He cannot treat me that way!
What kind of a man are you?
Who are you?
(Growls)
Never bite the hand that feeds you...
as long as you need to be fed.
But Alfredo is rotten! He's rotten!
Alfredo's your cousin.
(Yells)
Look at the bitch...
just married, and she's running away. (Laughs)
Regina...
I love you.
I gain strength from insult and humiliation.
I gain strength...
and ltaly is my master.
I serve only her.
That is what we marched for.
The rich, they take, and they steal, and they...
they eat - they eat well - and they are rotten.
We Fascists...
we eat crumbs, and we gain strength.
Alfredo Berlinghieri...
you...and all parasites...
will pay the bill for the Fascist revolution,
and the bill will not be cheap.
The bill will not be cheap.
Everybody will pay.
Everybody - rich and poor, gentry and peasant,
they will pay with money and land and bread
and cows and cheese and blood and shit!
Aaah!
Uh-huh.
You really love me?
You love me?
Will you love me forever?
Attila!
Regina, I'll love you forever.
- Here are your gloves. - My gloves.
Best man.
Have you played the wedding game? Huh?
Eh?
(Regina, laughing) Eh?
- Have you played the wedding game?! - Oh!
- (Screams) - (Olmo) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Keep still! Keep still! You'll rip my net.
You're scaring him. You'll rip my net!
- It costs money. Keep still. - Get me out of here!
- What are you waiting for?! - If you don't keep still...
- Oh! - Take it easy,
and you'll be free again.
Well? Come on!
Ah.
Can you - can you help me?
- What is this net doing here? - It's a trap,
a trap for brides.
- Do you catch many? - You're the first.
- And the last. - Help me down.
- Is all this land ours? - All yours.
I think I'm going to like it here.
I used to think I hated the country.
(Sniffs) Oh, I love the smell of earth.
That's dried shit.
Ugh!
- What's in there? - No, no!
- (Gasps) - No!
My birds are in there. What are you doing?
Help me up now.
They were all at the party today... except you.
Yes, except me.
Alfredo thinks of you as a real friend, you know?
Yes, I know. I know, but we're different.
So perhaps you're not such good friends?
Perhaps.
Maybe you're enemies!
(Avanzini) Patrizio!
- What did you have to eat? - All kinds of hors d'oeuvres.
And salmon mousse.
- And what else? - Larks on a spit,
- fresh sturgeon and suckling pig. - Have you seen my son?
No, I haven't. And what else?
- When I catch him... Patrizio! - All the usual meats...
Patrizio!
(Heavy breathing)
Patrizio...
You gonna tell someone on us, were you?
- You wouldn't tell... - Let me go. Let me go!
- (Regina laughing) - Let me go!
No! No, I wouldn't.
(Attila laughing, Patrizio yelling)
(Screams)
(All) Patrizio!
(Alfredo) Let's search through there.
- Patrizio! - Patrizio!
Patrizio!
Not here, not there.
(Woman) Patrizio! Patrizio!
(Man) Patrizio!
(Woman) I'm getting mud all over my shoes.
Patrizio!
He kept creeping around all through my arias.
(Woman) Where are you? Patrizio!
I don't feel like seeing him now. l-I'll come tomorrow.
Ah!
- Alfredo! - (Woman) Patrizio!
(Priest) I didn't see you at Mass.
Thanks for coming.
Good catch?
- Just a few thrushes. - A few thrushes?
(Guests continue calling for Patirizio)
- Do you like my wife? - Very good-looking couple,
Ada and the horse.
Where's my father's gun?
I've hidden it.
You'd better be careful. If you don't use it, it gets rusty.
(Man) Did you look in the chicken coop?
(Woman) Yes. We're going to the barn now.
- It belonged to Lady Godiva. - Then I shall ride him nude.
- How nice. - At the right moment.
(Groaning)
(Moaning incoherently)
- Over there... - What's happened?
In there. Oh...
Signora... Signora, what is it?
In there!
(Wailing)
(Sobbing)
What have they done to him?
What have they done? What have they done to him?
It happened just a little while ago. They must still be around.
Look, look!
You...
- You weren't at the wedding. - (Woman) I know him!
He'd kill us all!
They're all alike - those peasants!
(Attila) Olmo Dalco!
Don't move.
I accuse you of the murder of this child!
Hit him!
Harder! Hit him!
(Olmo yelling and grunting)
(Rosina) Olmo!
Olmo!
They're killing him!
But Olmo had nothing to do with it. He couldn't have. He was with me.
Go on, kill him!
He's helpless! Killers!
One day they'll kill all of you!
I know who killed him...
I did.
Killer!
- Killer! Goddamn you, scum! - I didn't mean to do it!
It was an accident!
(Attila) Come on!
Attila, stop that! That's enough! That's all. Stop it.
Stop! Stop!
(Gasps, coughs)
- Take this man to the police. - I didn't do it!
I never hurt a fly. I didn't do anything.
I'm only crazy! I was joking. I only said it because...
Look! He's been stealing food!
Ladies and gentlemen, the reception is over.
It's beginning to rain and it's getting dark,
and I think everyone should leave now.
Look at the state Olmo was in. Why didn't you stop them?
The state Olmo was in? What about Patrizio?
Olmo's innocent! I told you, I was with him!
- I know you were! - You're becoming like them.
Worse.
No! Ottavio! No!
Don't go away. No, stay.
I'm sorry, Ada. I'll never set foot here again.
(Sobbing)
(Screaming)
No!
(Man) All right, another one. Come on, let's pull him out.
(Pig grunting)
(Pig squealing)
Get him on his back.
Hold him down.
(Squealing)
(2nd man) Hey, Olmo. (Man) Let him work. Let him work.
(Chuckles) Nice cutting.
(Girl) Papa! Papa!
(Men muttering)
What a hand, eh? Two squeals and it's done.
Nobody can kill pigs as good as my papa.
(Laughter)
Watch out, Olmo. We saw Attila, and he said to slaughter our hogs,
we're better off if we find someone else.
He said you do this so you can go to each house and preach revolution.
(Woman) How's a man to live if he can't work?
(Man) Like Attila - he feeds on evil.
(All talking at once)
(Man) Stella! Stella, we need more water.
(2nd man) Here's some water.
(Woman) There's more hot water and more fire there!
No, no...
You're Olmo!
You don't recognise me.
It was an amnesty. They let me go.
- I've been walking for 30 days. - You came back?
I walk and I walk and I walk. Can't stop.
Why did you have to mix in that day?
You were down on the ground. They were all on top of you.
They were beating you to death.
All those years in jail for nothing.
In jail, in a barn, under a tree, what's the difference?
(Singing in Italian)
(Man) Stop it! Stop it! You know what they'll do.
You keep singing that song, they'll break your heads!
The Fascists will put you in jail for making jokes about Mussolini.
I didn't kill the boy.
You didn't kill the boy.
It was one of those men with the black shirts.
Who?
I saw him hide the body in the cave.
- Who was it?! - It's hard to say!
In black shirts, all killers look the same!
I walk and I walk and I walk...
I can't stop!
Where is socialism?
(Man) When you get what you want, you want more, like animals.
The padroni can't stop you. The padroni can't stop me.
(2nd man) You get a piece of land, you want another.
That's human nature.
Stella.
The seminaries take in studs and they foal out mules.
Tell them. You're smarter than they think.
Let the priests pay for your keep for four years,
then give them a boot in the ass and long live Lenin!
What Lenin? You've got to start facing the truth.
They abolished our paper,
the community house is gone, and no more elections.
Look here - read it, it's your newspaper.
The one our comrades print.
Who could go to prison. You can see how many have read it.
Now memorise it,
because once this is gone, you'll teach the others -
those who don't see it and who can't read. Here.
All right, I'll memorise the newspaper,
but what good is it if we have no party, nobody to lead us?
Look at us, Olmo. We're all scattered.
If we open our mouths, we go to jail.
Our party's outlawed - we haven't got a chance.
No party? That's not true. The party is no one but you.
And Eugenia and Enzo and Armando.
Cross over the river, you'll find the Azzalis.
Need more? Then speak with the bellman.
The party is around you, wherever you find hard-working men.
Inside the prisons you'll see hundreds of your comrades.
The party's there, too. It's everywhere! Tell him, Eugenia.
(Singing in Italian)
"100 factory workers were arrested at Rossi Textiles, while 1 35 were..."
Anita!
Anita. Where'd my daughter go?
Anita!
Olmo, she went to the padrona for a lesson.
What padrona?
- Signora Ada. - Ada. Ada.
"..strikers paraded in the city streets.
"Several came to blows with Fascist officials
"who tried to block the demonstration.
"Officials were forced to call Milano for help.
"While fighting with the troops, four comrades were killed."
I don't know where you'll get the courage to go home tonight.
- (Man) His wife will kill him! - (Laughter)
Hey, Berlinghieri, I want a return match.
Now, calm down, Ferrari, you've just lost all your livestock.
What else can you stake?
He wants to end up like your mayor friend.
Loads of honour and not much money... the mayor stakes his wife.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Stupido. - Alfredo.
Cavaliere Pioppi would like a word with you. What shall I say to him?
I told you not to come into this place with mud on your shoes.
Cavaliere Pioppi.
You all know Cavaliere Pioppi...
the only honest man among us.
Now, if you'll excuse us for a few minutes.
Don't worry about it.
We'll have a return match, you'll lose more livestock.
- Thank God you have your health. - Signora.
I'm glad one of us has a little enjoyment.
We've, er...
We have trouble making ends meet.
Our lands have been barren. We've, er...
As you must know, your father and I were friends.
He always told me, "Careful, you're not an administrator.
"You let things get out of hand." But he'd help us.
He helped sign so many mortgages there's no land left in our name!
I wouldn't have bothered you, only she insisted.
You and I have been rather good friends.
- It's embarrassing. l, er... - How much do you need?
Oh, I knew you wouldn't refuse us.
You're more understanding than your father.
Well, do you have anything left to mortgage at all?
- (Door slams) - The villa.
Olmo. Hello.
- The house, you said. - The villa.
- You're not allowed in here. - Get away.
- You don't learn easy, do you, boy? - Get away!
You've been told a hundred times you're not allowed in here.
- Somebody will teach you a lesson. - Get away!
Get out of here! You don't learn, do you?
You're going to come to a bad end.
You think you're the king of this fucking castle!
- I'll show you you're not! - Get away!
What the hell is going on here?
His shoes are dirty.
What are you doing here? What do you want?
All right, I'm poor,
a peasant, a worker, and a killer.
- And I want my daughter! - Attila!
"By the..."
- (Ada) Rushes. - "..rushes and under the sky,
"my lovely house doth lie."
(Ada) Good girl. Here you are.
(Footsteps)
- Anita, come home. - But, Papa, not before I finish.
(Ada and Anita laugh)
I don't like you to come here. You know that.
She has to learn how to read and write.
You're not her mother.
I don't want her here!
He's right, you know.
What gives you the right to act like a missionary?
What the hell gives you the right?
- I love that child! - I don't care.
The child is out of place here.
Leave other people's children alone.
All right! Now I'll devote myself to our children!
No! Just devote yourself to me!
Oh, November's the cruellest month of the year.
Damn it! Bitch.
Filthy bitch!
But I'll get in there. I'll get a bottle.
(Grunting)
(Keys jangle)
The key. Now give me the key.
- The key! - Go and get drunk in a tavern.
We're respectable people here in this house.
Didn't you know that? Huh? (Cackling)
I want that key!
I'll stick it up your ass! (Cackling)
(Both screeching)
(Laughing)
You stupid thing...
How stupid you are.
Why shouldn't you have what you want?
You must drink all you want.
You're the padrona. Aren't you the padrona?
So you'll have all the drink you want.
Help me. Why don't you help me?
- You want a drink? - I don't want it any more.
I baptise you Regina, queen of the bitches.
(Knock on glass)
Ada!
Good evening.
Go to bed, little witch.
Go on.
Ada.
(Laughs)
Good night, angel. Sleep well.
(Olmo) Signora.
Care for some wine?
Yes, I don't mind if I do.
A drop is good from time to time.
- Two or three, even. - Uh-huh.
It's so nice here.
What's so nice, may I ask?
Anita saying good night.
The smell of your supper.
The way you are all together.
And your mother sleeping by the fire.
Hm.
Well, live here if you find it so nice. I'll put in a cot.
You know the big doors that open into the court?
Every evening, the padrone would close us in.
- Really? - I remember the key.
It was as big as that.
And so the peasants were all locked up, same as prison.
We were able to dance, to sing, to have children, able to die,
but impossible to get out.
We had to be shut up like beasts till morning.
- Then what happened? - Came the morning,
the padrone would send a servant to open the doors for us.
I'm not talking about the Middle Ages, either. Amusing, no?
- No. - Mm.
Grandfather Leo was alive. I was just a little boy.
Once Alfredo got into our house here and was locked up with all of us.
Well, the doors are open now.
But Alfredo never comes.
What do you think of Alfredo?
The padroni are our enemies. We have to destroy them all.
- The padrone's Alfredo. - And me?
- You are the padrona. - No. Not really.
I'm the wife of the padrone.
- Mm. - Er, Anita...
wouldn't her mother have wanted her to study?
(Rosina) Olmo?
Rosina... We woke you up.
- Olmo. - It's all right.
- Go away. I had a terrible dream. - All right, Mama.
I was on a mountain with Grandfather Leo.
"Look down," he said. "Those are the years to come.
"One is limping, another is blind. That one has no head!"
- It's late, Mama. - Take Anita and run away.
Run, Olmo. Everything's gone to ruin.
- (Screams) - Oh, Jesus.
- Do you hear that? He's there. - Shut up.
Over there. I saw him. He was moving.
Here he comes to spy. Go away, go away. Leave us alone!
Do something!
Here.
It's a cat!
Every night, I dream of that kid.
He's all covered with blood.
I hate him.
You drive me crazy.
I'm never coming to this fucking room again!
Don't be angry. I'm fed up too.
Whenever we feel like doing it
we have to behave like a couple of thieves...hiding.
You could change all that if you wanted to.
You give the orders around here. He's as weak as a jellyfish.
Ada's drunk all the time.
You have the keys to everything, don't you, my dear?
No. I deserve a house of my own,
fit for somebody like me.
I know one.
Where?
Villa Pioppi. The mortgage is nearly due.
Can't you see us, the two of us...
sitting together in Chinese dressing gowns,
listening to the radio broadcast from Rome?
A servant very quietly comes in with two glasses of Marsala wine.
Marsala, my ass.
I want champagne.
(Men singing in Italian)
(Singing stops)
Hey!
Stella!
Hey, where you running? What's wrong, sweetheart?
They took him away! My Martino and his brother Gelindo!
Who did it?
The guards! They're taking them away!
The guards? What? Wait!
Wait. All of you...come with me.
No. Olmo, where are you going? Have you lost your head?
Put that gun away! You'll get us all in trouble.
You promised not to lose your head.
P-P-Prison!
Yes. Prison.
Prison.
- Prison. - Olmo, where are you going?
(Olmo) Prison!
Come back, Olmo!
Wait, Stella!
Martino, Gelindo!
Wait, Stella.
Stella.
Hold on, comrades! We'll get you out of this!
Stop! You'll only make it worse!
- Hold on! Hold on! - No, no!
(Olmo) Martino, Gelindo! (Stella) You'll make it worse!
Come, come.
There are hundreds of us! There are thousands!
There's no room in your jails to keep us!
What are you doing, Olmo? Can't you see you're all alone?
Stella, wait!
No, no!
The party won't abandon you!
(Martino) Yes, but these chains hurt! They hurt!
(Guard) Get moving. (2nd guard) Move along.
- Christ is with us. - (Signora Pioppi) Bless me, Father.
Since my husband died they haven't left me in peace.
I have nothing but debts, but all the same,
I have always made my offering for the holy wounds of Jesus.
I don't have the money for the mortgage but I look at it this way,
if I must choose between a mortgage and the holy wounds,
then I choose the wounds. They wish I were dead anyway, and...
Oh, this has become a fixation.
Don't you know that blaming others is a sin?
- A very bad sin. - You don't believe me?
What do you call this then?
Look, here's the proof!
Please, I can't bear cats. Even live ones. Oh, dear.
He used to sleep with me.
- Adeste fideles... - They want to hurt the things I love.
They want to hurt me, take everything away from me!
They're wicked people!
(Continues singing in Latin)
(Door slams)
- There's the car. - Well, at last.
Yes. Here.
(Man) Aren't you coming in? (Woman) No, no, not tonight.
- Tonight, one should stay at home. - Come on.
- Don't eat too much. - (Woman) Ciao, Piero. Merry Christmas.
- Evening, signore. - Good evening.
- We'll play cards later, eh? - Yes. See you all about midnight.
(Woman) Ciao!
(Cheerful tune on radio)
- (Ada) Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Hm.
You know how long I've been looking for you?
Signora Berlinghieri can no longer drink at home
because the wine is locked away.
She can no longer drink in smart cafés,
because her husband has given orders against it.
So she drinks in taverns.
I'm going to have you locked up in an asylum.
I can drink here!
I can even fall under the table.
(Cup clinks)
Nobody sees me anyway.
Get up from there. Get up.
You look disgusting.
Your face is all swollen from the alcohol.
You stink. Get up.
Get up.
Do I disgust you too?
(Radio) ..on Christmas Eve, everyone should find comfort and...
Am l...swollen?
..and social order. Happy mothers and fathers but above all...
- Do I stink? - ..especially during the holidays...
Do you need help, signora?
..or favourite dolly, they find a piece of Christmas holly.
Don't get mixed up! They'll take you for a fool!
I know why you don't want me to drink.
It's because when I drink it gives me the courage to tell you the truth.
You are different. You have changed.
You are surrounded by terrible, vulgar, arrogant bullies.
Murderers.
And you are even worse than they are.
Come. Have a drink with us.
- My husband wants to meet you. - Come on. It's getting late.
Stop staring at them. Come on. Let's go.
Stop staring, you idiot. They'll get you in trouble. Move!
(Ada) Hey, hey!
Hey, wait a minute.
- You can't refuse a drink. - Let us go, signora, please.
- Where are you going? - To wash, signora.
- Why? - It's Christmas.
Oh, for heaven's sake. Stay like this.
You're much more beautiful the way you are.
Can I have your cap?
- You really want it? - Yes. To remember you by.
Excuse us, signora. Excuse us, please.
What do you want? What do you want me to do, hm?
- Signore, we're closing. - We're leaving.
I'll get your coat.
(Music stops)
(Ada) Charcoal, charcoal
Charcoal
Charcoal for sale
You slut.
You like fooling around with everyone. Even Olmo.
Olmo? What an imagination.
Did I imagine that I saw you together,
that I've seen you with him before?
Do I imagine that I smell him on you?
You think Olmo would have anything to do with the wife of a Fascist?
Fascist? I am not a Fascist! If you call me that again, I will kill you!
If I see you again with him, I will kill you!
You'll kill me because we can't make love any more.
Fighting, eh?
Lucky you. I guess you love each other.
- How are you? - How are you?
- You know her? - I think so.
Sit down.
Er...
Neve? Ah, Neve, this is Ada.
I'm glad you remember me.
What about you? You're not from around here.
You look like a lady. But you are a lady, aren't you?
She's my wife.
You know, after that day, I never had another attack.
Ah, God knows what went on in my head.
And then, I found a man, a good man.
I liked him. I was very fond of him.
When my mother died, we got married.
A hard worker. We settled down here on this street. I still live here.
- What happened to him? - Oh, he disappeared one day.
I never saw him again.
But even if he's taken up with another woman, I'm happy.
I learn about how to manage and how I can get by fine on my own.
There were no children. It's the only thing I miss.
You know, I never knew if it was my fault or his.
Oh, my cake. I forgot.
Why don't you stay and eat with us?
They're nice people, you know.
And where can you go this time of night?
You'll enjoy it. You'll see.
(Man) Oh, Neve, I thought you'd never show up.
(Neve) I must have lost time at the baker's. So many people waiting.
Alfredo...
I want a child.
(Oreste) Go! Go to your midnight Mass.
(Woman) Ciao, Oreste.
(Oreste) Sing your hearts out!
Let everybody know what hypocrites you are!
(Fausto) Careful, Oreste, the devil will take you.
I'm not afraid of the devil! He's Red, like me, and when I die...
(Attila) Who lives here? (Regina) Attila Melanchini.
- He's come up in the world. - Is he alone?
(Regina) No, with his beloved Regina, a most envied couple.
(Attila) Really? (Regina laughs) Yes.
(Signora Pioppi) Merry Christmas, Signorina Regina!
What are you doing out there? Come inside!
Merry Christmas, Signora Pioppi!
We don't want to be late for Mass.
Oh.
We can have a drop to warm ourselves, then go together.
Oh, she's really crazy.
First she cuts me dead in public then invites us for a drink.
- Marvellous. (Scoffs) - She's trying to make up to us.
- What difference does it make? - Well, aren't you coming?
Let's see what it's like inside.
(Church bells chiming)
- (Attila clicks heels) - Merry Christmas, Mr Mayor.
You're making fun of me.
They'll elect you one of these days. You're still a young man.
Young. And strong.
Everything is so artistic...
just like being abroad.
The house is perfect for a real lady.
- Very elegant. Very... - (Umbrella falls)
Very tasteful.
Do you really think so? Come and see the living room.
- What is she doing? - I told you, she's mad.
Caught you, didn't l? Now you'll have to listen to me.
I'm the one doing the talking now.
To get out, you'll have to sign a paper saying this house will remain mine.
Attila, Attila! Look!
You got that mortgage from my husband with threats, with political blackmail!
You made his heart give out.
You tormented him until he died!
"It's all so artistic, as if you were abroad"!
Made to order for a high party official, isn't it, Mr Black Shirt?
But now I've got you trapped and I'll not let you go!
You're not leaving here.
This house is mine and it'll stay mine.
"Made in...
"Czechoslovakia."
- Hm. - Sinners! Rogues!
Concubine! Concubine!
You see? I told you. She called you a concubine.
If we don't get married soon we'll be a laughing stock.
The radio doesn't work.
You've harmed me for the last time.
What has my poor cat done to you?
Murderers. That's what you are.
Murderers.
Murderers! Murderers!
Murderers!
(Signora Pioppi laughs)
Murderers.
Murderers! (Laughs)
- Murderers! - Signora Pioppi...
calm down.
Open the door. You're really hysterical.
What are you talking about?
All these silly accusations.
If you just open the door, we can talk it over.
We're respectable people, Signora Pioppi.
(Laughter)
Admit it, I looked nice in the coalman's hat.
- Ah, you looked irresistible. - Ah, yes.
But I prefer you in my hat.
Mm. Mm.
Mm!
(Honks horn)
Who are these people?
They must be coming from midnight Mass.
What's going on?
(Woman) A robbery. (2nd woman) What was there to rob?
(Man) Poor people. They had to mortgage everything.
(2nd woman) Who has the mortgage?
Oh, my God. Oh...
- (Gasps) - (Horn honks)
Everything is mortgaged to Berlinghieri.
What do mortgages have to do with it? This is a sex crime.
She was still a very handsome woman.
She undoubtedly had some relationship.
- Merry Christmas. Signorina. - Good evening, Commissioner.
Mortgages.
I wouldn't be surprised if this weren't the act of a crazed, jealous lover.
Could be anyone, possibly someone right here.
She probably led him on...
then spurned him.
With his lust aroused... he possibly raped her.
Then this murder.
Maniacs. Communists.
Perverts.
- May I take a look? - (Sobbing)
There, you see? No underwear.
Why does a woman take off her underwear, eh?
Why?
Coward. Coward.
(Engine starts)
Ada! Ada!
Olmo. Olmo!
Olmo!
Olmo.
Why do you have a lock? Why do you lock yourself in?
(Olmo) I lock others out. (Alfredo) Where's my wife?
Oh...
That's enough! Get out of here!
- Olmo! - Get out of here.
- I'm sorry. I... - Get out of here!
- What's he want? - His wife!
Shh! You'll wake the children.
I'm sorry. I...I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm not feeling well. Feel my heart.
What heart? You're just sick in the head!
Maybe you're right. I don't know.
I'm going crazy. Ada's gone. I don't know where she is.
- And you look for her in my bed? - What's so wrong about that?
- What? - You know what.
- You know. - Go on.
I think it's very possible, because I think you like her.
Yeah...
You're right.
And, er, she likes me.
And we fuck and fuck, fuck all the night.
But it's not enough for her, not enough.
It seems she wants to, er...
stuff the salami up her ass, huh?
Olmo, stop acting like a pig. You're really not funny.
How can you talk like that?
If you knew what I was going through tonight, you wouldn't.
They killed that wretched widow Pioppi.
There's such violence here. It's all around us.
I don't know. It would have to happen tonight,
just as Ada and I were finally able to talk after so long.
It was like in the beginning.
She saw that blood and she ran away, as if it were my fault.
I mean, I don't know what I had to do with it.
- Who gets the widow's house? - Huh?
The property?
They'll imprison some poor devil who's done nothing.
Call him a Communist.
Too many innocent people have died, Alfredo,
and you'll soon see more and more and more.
And there are too many in jail.
It's you and others like you who wanted it. It's you.
I'm happy you have a woman in the house. Your daughter needs a mother.
She only came for Christmas.
Her husband is in jail.
Has it never occurred to you why your friends are in jail and not you,
you who should have been the first inside?
Because I've stopped Attila, that's why. I have made him drop his bone.
If you protect me, it's in your interest.
Oh, that's right, go on, insult me. Insult your old friend.
If I protect you, it's because I care about you.
Remember how we used to catch frogs?
How beautiful it was in the summer? Huh?
I caught the frogs. You ate them. (Laughs)
Come on.
Come on, you hole-in-the-pockets socialist,
- don't you remember anything? - Hm, yes, yes, I remember.
I remember your wedding day,
and, er, I remember I was beaten up,
and I remember you stood and watched.
You also remember when you broke in and stole my father's gun?
If you're so courageous, why haven't you used it?
To get killed? Is that what you want?
- Enough talk, Alfredo. - Hm?
Go home. You'll find Ada there.
- You really think so? - Sure, sure.
Take this, just in case.
- Ah, stick it up yours. - (Laughs)
Ada?
Ada. Ada.
Ada, open the door. Are you all right?
Say something, Ada! Ada?
Open the door, or I'll break it down.
- Ada? Ada, are you all right? - (Rattling handle)
Are you all right, Ada?
Ada, say something at least.
It's not my fault, Ada. Please, open up.
It's not my fault.
We'll take a trip, go to Paris. Wouldn't you like that?
We can leave tomorrow. We can even leave now, if you want.
We'll have a child. We'll have a child!
(Man on radio) ..most recent communiqué...
I've just seen Aunt Ada.
Be a good girl now. I made it sweet for you.
(Attila) Italo, come have your lunch. Come on.
(Maid) Good girl.
(Radio) Allied forces are fighting to hold the Kasserine Pass.
With the help of Italo-German air power
our gallant soldiers have breached the pass
in several places, turning northward in the direction of Tebessa and Thala.
So...you saw your Auntie Ada?
- I mean it! I mean it! - Don't talk nonsense.
Ada is dead. Dead, dead, dead.
Why do you say she's dead?
She's in a room, caged beast.
She eats the hearts of bad children.
..66 heavy artillery pieces of various calibre.
(Children) Carnival games, carnival toys
Carnival rides for everyone
Carnival games, carnival toys
Carnival fun for girls and boys
Carnival games, carnival toys
Carnival music all day long...
(Attila) Hey!
Hey! (Laughs)
Hail the Duce, people.
This is what is known as the Fascist Miracle.
We don't need carthorses any more. We put the power of 50 horses
- in one machine! - They're sold, do you hear? Time's up.
Hey, Barone! What's the use of those carthorses?
Unless you got a stable hand. (Laughs)
You need a stable hand, Barone? (Laughs)
Seems fit. Any family?
- (Children) Carnival song... - (All laugh)
Widower. One daughter.
(Laughs)
(Barone) How much are you selling them for?
Barone, I give you the best deal in the world.
Barone's a good man. You'll be very happy with him. (Laughs)
So, I'm sold, too. Huh?
Part of the contract.
Horses, horseman...
horse manure. (Laughs)
You all hear? I was sold. (Chuckles) To that merchant there.
Stupid beast. Ah!
(Growling)
(Children laughing)
But I can't be milked or be fed with hay.
I can't provide milk or make a meal of grain, so I'm not a beast...
only a peasant.
A peasant like...like you men, understand?
Can they buy us for nothing?
Is a peasant for sale? Is it just?
(Engine stops)
Well, tell me, is it just?
Olmo, tie the horses to the motorcycle, get your daughter, and get going.
Horse manure!
(Laughs)
Here's another miracle.
(Man) Horses go in horse manure!
Shit! Shit, my love! Oh, for God sakes, shit!
Oh, come on.
That's for il Duce! He's full of shit, too!
God bless us. A full behind.
Look at all the shit. The greatest load of horse shit.
- It stinks! - Here comes another load!
Go on, everybody, laugh!
More shit! It's all right! It's all right!
Now we can begin to change things.
(Man) Make him eat it, Olmo! Horse shit pie!
Milk and wines give you lines. Tell your padrona.
Tell her milk on the tongue... keeps you young.
Stupid.
Ciao, Teresita.
- (Anita sobbing) - (Woman) Hurry, before it's too late.
(2nd woman) Hurry. (Woman) God knows what they'll do.
- (2nd woman) Olmo, hurry! - Yes.
(Man) Stay away until you're sure it's safe.
- I want to go with you. - No. Go to Stella.
- Be good, promise. - Take me with you.
Take the key. It's yours.
(Sobbing)
All right, I'll come back. I'll come back, huh? I'll come back.
Here, you'll need it more than I do.
Thank you. Thank you.
Listen, keep your doors locked and don't go out alone.
- Thank you. - Ciao, Olmo.
- Ciao. - Come back soon.
- Take care of yourself. - Be prepared for the worst.
Write to us. Send us word.
- Let us know how you are. - Good luck, Olmo.
Here, Olmo, take this. Goodbye. Be careful.
(Man) Don't let them get you, Olmo. (Woman) Good luck, Olmo!
Signora Ada, I have a new story for you.
- And today it's a true story. - Wait. Wait. Wait.
(Piano concerto)
Attila wanted to sell Olmo.
- Sell Olmo? - Yes.
Attila bought a new tractor and was showing off.
Then he said horsemen are finished and he'd sell Olmo with the horses.
- Nobody helped Olmo? - Mm, yes, they all did.
Then you know what? It began to rain.
- What? - Yeah.
It rained horse manure, horse manure all over Attila,
in his nose, his eyes, all over - even on his bald head.
- Regina, too? - No.
But they'd have gotten her if she'd been there.
They massaged the horses asses and got fresh shit.
After that, Attila smelled like a pigsty.
But suddenly, the farmers were scared. Olmo left on his bicycle.
- Olmo ran away? - Yeah.
Attila will come with his Fascists.
Everyone cried when Olmo left, signora.
He wanted to go. He was free, understand?
You stupid. You're in a fog. He was happy.
Poor Olmo, had to leave his daughter and had to leave his house.
He wasn't glad at all.
What do you know? You know nothing.
- You're leaving, too, signora? - I'm leaving, yes, and for good.
Everybody's going.
I won't need these.
You can have them.
This, too.
Here, take this.
And this...
- This. - (Gasps)
Here, take this.
Signora...
Could I have a kiss, too?
Come here.
(Yelling)
(Attila) Fanfoni! Fanfoni!
(Screaming)
Attila!
Come down here immediately!
Fanfoni, there are books in the other room.
Right away.
(Alfredo) Attila!
Alfredo, you've heard. The bastard's run off...
(Alfredo) Who gave you the right to do this?
- Right? He's a Communist... - I don't care. He's my friend.
That friend stole this gun from your father 15 years ago. Look.
It's taken you a long time to find it.
I would have found it sooner if I'd been allowed to do my job.
You've done your job. Your services are no longer needed.
What?
Listen, everybody, I fired him. I fired the foreman.
Can you hear me? I fired Attila!
Ada, it's me. I know I shouldn't be here
but I've something important to tell you.
I know you're going to be very happy.
I've done it. I've fired Attila. It's ov...
- She's gone, padrone. Gone. - Gone?
- Where did she go? - She won't return.
- Where did she go? - No more. No more.
- Where did she go?! - No more!
She said you'd understand if I dressed up in this.
(Thunder rolls)
- (Fanfoni) Come on, swim! - (Laughter)
(Man) Take a look. You're all going to end up like that, like sewer rats!
- (Fanfoni) Go on, drink, you piece of shit! - (Laughter)
- (Man) Rub his face in it! - (Laughter)
(Yelling)
Eurialo!
(Geese honk)
- (Eurialo) Niso! - He's dead.
(Yells)
- Bastard Fascist! - Cover yourself, you dirty bitch!
You vile bastard! Pig!
Bastard! Pig!
(Gunshot)
Back! Stand back!
Demesio!
Demesio, does God exist?
(Man) No!
Attila, does that bastard Mussolini exist?
Demesio, does il Duce exist?
No! The Duce doesn't exist.
- Kill him. - (Gunshot)
You move and I'll kill you.
Attila! Neither do you exist, Attila.
(Gunshot, geese honk)
(Man whistling)
(Gunshot)
(Whistling continues)
Stop that whistling. Stop it!
(Whistling)
I could kill all of you if I want to,
so you can whistle till your mouths rot!
I don't give a damn for any of you!
Fanfoni, Traversi, let's get out of here.
You're shit! Scum!
You're a disgrace to the Italian nation!
You are the shit of ltaly!
25 April 1945 Day of Liberation
(Man singing in Italian)
Hurry, comrades! In the name of Stalin!
The black shirt bandits are here! Let's wipe them out.
Rip their guts. Every last one of them!
They're just beyond the canal. Go on!
(All shouting)
(Woman) Don't get yourselves killed! (2nd woman) Kill every one of them!
(All shouting)
Anita!
Anita, what can you see there?
I can see...
I can see a bunch of Fascists. They're running away!
One of our men is running after them. He's alone!
- Anita! - Eh?
I'll bet that's my Wildcat. God bless him!
Oh! He's only got a stick, but, by God, he's giving it to them.
He's really giving it to them!
If you could only see them, women!
Men, harder! Harder now! Kill them all!
Have you lost your tongues? Shout, women, shout!
Let our men hear us! Come on, shout!
(All women) Kill them!
Louder!
Blessed are the young who see what isn't there.
Hundreds of German soldiers are running off, leaving for good.
If you could only see this, too. They'll never come back!
They're throwing away their guns and their uniforms.
My God!
What do you see?
A huge cloud of dust, a man on a white horse.
He looks like...like Olmo.
- Hey, if only it was Olmo. - Let his soul be at rest.
Attila and Regina!
Shoot, Attila, shoot!
(Singing in Italian)
- (Women cheering) - (Regina) Bitches!
Stinking bastards!
(Women) Kill her!
Throw her in the shit!
- Die, Fascist cow! - Fascist pig!
- Kill them! - (Man) Move, women!
(2nd man) Take them to the barn!
(Woman) Now you know what it feels like!
(All yelling)
(Man) No! You can't come through. You can't come through!
(All yelling)
Hey, comrades!
Is it true you're giving the land to those who work it?
- Who is she? - I've never seen her.
I said, is it true you're giving the land to those who work it?
Yes! Come on! Come on!
Let's go. Come on, you blockheads.
(Woman) Oh, how many there are. (Man) Who...who are you?
No one knows you, and yet you speak words we've always wanted to hear.
This man is Cornelio and I am Rondine, his wife.
We come from the mountains.
The Nazis, they burned everything. All our houses!
And the Fascists, they took all our goods.
First of all, we have to give them a place to sleep.
Best let us sleep inside the sheds here.
No. The shed is for vagabonds.
The house is where comrades stay.
- Pigsties are for the Fascists. - (Laughter)
Mm, so glad that I shall die
And yet I'm sorry
I'm so sorry that I die
So I won't worry
Shut up, you gravedigger!
Who goes there?
The People's Committee for Community Swine Allotment.
Oh! More pigs than I ever saw.
Oh... Come here, my beauty.
Oh, let me kiss you! (Kisses)
Ah, come, another. I need another kiss. (Kisses)
Oh, let me touch you, you're so beautiful.
Let me get on you. I want to spend the whole night...
Can't you show pity? Bastards! Bastards!
13...14...
15...16...
17...18...and with those two sitting there, it's 20.
Just a moment, comrades. My heart's heavy in me.
Abolishing the padrone's rights will make me feel 100% better.
We must be idiots, eh? Nobody can understand you.
Look at all these pigs in here.
Prosciutto, salami, sausage, feet and knuckles and lard.
And mortadella! Who do they belong to?
Listen here. You own all the animals.
Socialism can bring it all to you.
How do I know that socialism is really going to feed me?
And what my heart is heavy for is those two souls there.
All the Dalcos step forward.
You, from the mountains, ruled by priests,
try patting your head three times to let in socialist ideas.
- What do you want to do? - You heard him.
So did you. But beating your head?
Why beat our heads three times?
- Beating your head makes no sense. - Look at him!
Look at him! Look at him.
I can see you're a man of feeling.
Help him. Don't you see he is dying like a pig?
Help him...in the name of humanity.
(Mumbles) Don't you kill me.
(All laugh)
(Violin and accordion playing)
(Groaning)
(Woman) Look, right there is where my grandfather's buried.
(Attila) "Patrizio Avanzini...
"Tender flower plucked by the cruel hands of destiny."
Cruel hands of destiny!
Destiny's hands...are my hands.
Cruel hands of destiny.
Oh...Regina.
Regina, our children will harvest the seeds we have planted, Regina.
You are as ugly as sin. (Cackles)
- (Woman) Get away! - Don't cut her hair!
Don't cut her hair! No!
(Attila groans)
(Coughing)
"Cantarelli Pioppi...
"Good and saintly woman offended by the cruelty of time."
I am that cruel time. Me!
I killed that crazy bitch!
And that little turd Patrizio.
- Me. Attila Melanchini... - (Laughter)
Fascist. Man.
- Pigs. - (Laughter)
Scum.
Shits.
Turds.
(Violin and accordion continue)
(All snorting like pigs)
Stop that music! This is not a dance hall!
You have no respect for our dead!
(Music continues)
(Gunshot, music stops)
Look, everybody.
Come here, everybody!
- Who is that? - I don't know.
Kill me. Kill me!
Kill me. Kill me.
K-Kill me.
- Kill me! - Get away.
Kill me.
(Violin and accordion resume)
(Engine chugging)
Be careful. Watch from behind here.
(Cows mooing)
Don't look when a lady is pissing.
Halt. No one can pass here.
Mm, go on.
- Who is that? - The padrone. My prisoner.
- Why are you holding him here? - I'm waiting for the partisans.
Takes a smart boy to fool with such a gun.
- (Woman) We did it! - (Cheering)
(Woman) Comrade! Be the first one up! (2nd woman) Don't fall!
(Man) Paint out the slogans! (Woman) Paint everything out!
(3rd woman) Throw the paint on! (2nd man) Brush it out!
(3rd man) Shit on it! (4th woman) Wait! That's my goose!
It's mine! Where are you going? Give it back!
(4th man) If it's yours, then it's everybody's.
(4th woman) Why is mine everybody's?
(Man) Make it redder! Put more red on!
(Leonida) Stop tickling.
Stupid ass.
Cut it out.
- I'll kill you. - (Woman) Look, we forgot our padrone.
(Man) Even forgot to arrest him. (Woman) Good boy, Leonida.
(2nd woman) They have more imagination than us.
Excuse, padrone, I held my hand back so long, it escaped on its own.
(Laughter)
And my foot escaped, too!
Are you Olmo? I hand you my prisoner.
Bravo.
Hey. You sleeping?
Ada never came back, you know.
You'd rather she were dead, huh?
Well, at least you came back.
(Crowd muttering)
(Man) Are you sure we hid it here?
- (Olmo) I hereby declare... - Give me the paint.
..the people's trial of Alfredo Berlinghieri,
padrone and therefore enemy of the people, now open.
I declare the people's trial of the padrone open!
(Woman) How did you find it? (2nd woman) I hid it.
I hereby declare the people's trial of Alfredo Berlinghieri,
padrone and therefore enemy of the people, now open.
(Woman) This is going to be good.
(2nd woman) My feet are killing me but I don't wanna miss the show.
- Do you know why...? - Because she'd have stood trial too.
You know she ran away the day that you ran away?
She's cleverer than you. You stayed to be the padrone to the end.
- (Man) What are you writing? - We're not in school.
Help us, Anita. This is a people's trial. What's there to write?
Comrades, what's done is worthy of being written down.
And what is written down is worthy of being read!
(Woman) Get it up. (2nd woman) Look at our flags!
(Man) All our flags together!
(2nd man) The Workers' League, remember?
(3rd woman) Yes, Rosina sewed them! It got bigger every year!
Olmo, I know we're ignorant but how can we have a trial without a lawyer?
I bring the accused, and you ask for a lawyer? Isn't it enough?
(Anita) But we caught him, not you!
(Woman) No, you didn't catch him, either!
He surrendered to Leonida.
Yes! You're right!
(Musicians play cheerful tune)
- (Woman) Lift it high! Higher! - (All cheering)
(Chicken squawking)
(All cheer)
Let's dance! Come on! Dance!
- Get away. - Dance! Come on.
Dance!
When a mute begins to speak, he has much to say,
but the poor man is tongue-tied, as well.
It's all right. Speak with your heart, old man.
Stop the music.
(Music stops)
I lost them harvesting your wheat for 60 years.
Can you make good now? Can they be returned?
(Cheerful dance)
(Music stops)
Why did all these teeth drop out? The padrone's are still there.
He's able to munch with them all day long. Yum-yum! Yum-yum!
(Cheerful dance)
(Old woman) Yum-yum, yum-yum, yum-yum!
- (Music stops) - Yum-yum! Yum yum yum-yum!
- We made money and you spent it! - You're washed and we're filthy!
You had plenty in your stomach in the famine!
- (Laughter) - (Music resumes)
You're a leech but your grandfather was worse.
After a hailstorm he wanted to fire the day labourers!
Not him, it was his papa, Giovanni!
It makes no difference! A padrone remains a padrone!
(Music stops)
All land needs labourers, otherwise it would go to ruin.
But the padrone! Does anyone need the padrone, huh?
(Grunts)
I have one thing to say - I've never hurt anyone.
All the padrone claim the very same thing and they're such big hypocrites
- they think it's true. - I have never hurt anyone.
You've taken criminals out of prison and put Communists in their place?
Listen to me, comrades...
Fascists don't spring up someday like mushrooms, all in one night.
No. Fascists are the padrone's offspring.
lnventions of the padrone.
And with these Fascists, they began earning so much
that they had to put their fortunes to use.
And that's how war was invented.
So we were sent to Africa, Russia, Greece,
Albania and Spain.
But did they pay? No, we paid!
The proletariat, peasants, workers! You paid!
(Yelling)
(Woman) I say kill him!
(Woman) He pays now! (Man) He pays now!
(2nd man) He pays now!
Do you hear that, Alfredo Berlinghieri?
You hear the voice of the people?
We, the ignorant hicks who die of starvation,
will set an example here. We sentence you to death.
We condemn you and the past condemns you.
That's it, comrades. No more padrone.
The padrone is a dead man.
I'm very tired. May I sit down?
I'm very tired.
If I understand it right, we're looking at a dead person.
He thinks he's alive, and for us, he's dead. He doesn't exist.
(Cheerful dance)
The man's alive. His body's on fire. Usually, the dead grow cold.
Olmo, you learned how to speak better than a peasant.
Here.
But you should explain with simple talk.
That educated talk can play tricks.
The padrone is dead. But Alfredo Berlinghieri is alive.
- And we mustn't kill him. - But why not?!
Because he's the living proof that the padrone's dead.
(Wood splintering)
(Cheering)
And now let's vote! Who agrees, raise your hand.
(Man singing in Italian)
(Applause)
(Man) Hey, comrades! The partisans!
The partisans are coming!
The partisans!
Comrades! The partisans! The partisans are here!
(All cheering wildly)
(Man) Friends, comrades!
Silence! Silence, please!
Come over here, everybody!
I have an important communication to make!
Everybody, come over here!
(Boy) Hey, let me look at it! (2nd boy) Give it to me!
In the name of the Committee of National Liberation,
we represent the Christian Democrats,
we represent the Liberals,
we represent the Socialists, the Communists and the Action Party.
This Committee for the Liberation of Italy...
- Sit down! - ..has assumed power temporarily
to maintain law and order in the country.
And so, dear friends, I ask you to adhere
to the decision of the Committee and turn your arms over to us.
- (All) No! - Those are the orders!
(Crowd muttering in protest)
- Comrades, history is like being drunk. - No!
When you drink, you say what you feel in your heart.
- It's a trap, Olmo. - It's the old story. I'm not falling for it.
The moment of truth arrives and demands that everyone must get sober
and put your head under the faucet and stop drinking.
- No, we won't! - Please, let me speak, eh?
- It's all bullshit! - It may give peace!
Hey, come on! They'll call it utopia. That's fine!
But if there's evidence that the padrone's still there,
we must say no anyway. Because we know, we saw, all of us.
We know the truth. The padrone's dead!
(Machine-gun fire)
Hey, boy, didn't you hear the orders?
No! Give it back to me! It's my gun! Give it back!
It's mine! It's mine!
Give it back! It's mine! Give it back to me!
Aaaah!
(Others join in yelling)
(Sobbing)
The padrone's alive.
(Dogs barking)
(Birds singing)
(Laughing)
(Whistle blows)
Ho!
(Whistle blows)
(Children's voices, echoing)