One, two, three.
- Why is he doing that? - He wants a four.
Four!
I'm building! Dad, pass me two houses and two hotels.
Dad, pass me two houses and two hotels!
- Calm down. - Two houses and two hotels!
- Move on to the box. - What's all this stress for building?
The new house had vanished,
but we'd come to terms with the idea, as dad kept repeating.
Having 4 or 5 houses doesn't make you a businessman.
What matters is how you feel in a house, right?
Anyway, I want to build one, can't I do that at least here?
My turn. Root for me. I need a two, I need a two...
- There! - Holy Virgin.
- Community Chest! - Community Chest.
I brought it upon myself, Community Chest.
- What is it? - Is the washing machine on?
No, I hung up the washing earlier on.
Calm down, we'll go on with the game.
Wait, I'll handle it.
See if there's any light outside. Have a look.
There seems to be outside, it mustn't be too bad.
Shall I call Mr. Presti Filippo?
It had to happen at night!
What matters is to feel good in a house.
- Pia, where's the electrician's number? - Why? Is it that bad?
Let's say we tried coming to terms with it
until someone raised our hopes again.
- Patrizia, three glasses of wine. - Not in the morning.
We've got to celebrate.
What, Massimo? Why have you called us?
To show you the end to all your problems.
What do you mean?
It says here that a great constructor from Milan...
Why are you speaking so low? I can't hear you.
- I don't want everyone to know. - But it's in the paper!
A great constructor from Milan wants high land where to plant pylons.
- Pylons? - For the television.
What's a constructor got to do with television?
Lorenzo, why do you always have to split hairs?
Let him finish.
This constructor from Milan is basically a genius.
He's practically created a new city inside Milan,
I mean a second Milan next to Milan,
he's put TV in it for the people who live there, you get it?
- No. - How surprising!
Anyway, this constructor has decided to broadcast all over Italy,
here in Sicily too, and he's looking for pylons.
Is he looking for land or pylons?
Shit! You're confusing me too, pyl... high land for the aerials.
I've got it, he's looking for land for the aerials.
But I don't get how this man should solve our problem.
Which is the highest height in this part of Sicily? Which is it?
- The Rocca Busambra. - Correct.
And who owns a piece of land right there?
- Dad. - Correct!
A rotten piece of land that isn't worth a shit,
but now, thanks to this benefactor it can be worth loads of money.
NEWS ABOUT THE MANAGEMENT OF "RADIO LINKS" ALL OVER ITALY
You buy the house and I...
The wine is ready. What are we celebrating?
Nothing. Dad will never sell.
Shit!
You've been so long with him you've caught the virus of resignation?
"Mr. Silvio Berlusconi, the owner of Tele Milano 58,"
"has obtained all the necessary authorizations"
"for the installation of radio links on the island of Sicily."
Pia, it sounds serious.
It might, but you know it's totally useless with my father.
He'll never accept.
Let's try. Try to convince him.
We might get the money for the house.
I know it's always you who drags me into action, but this time it's me.
Surprise yourself too.
Follow me, listen to me.
- Just for once. - Like this?
Think about it.
I'm going to my grandparents in Ficuzza on Sunday.
The hens have had chicks and there are rabbits too.
- Which Sunday? - Which one? The next one.
- What a pity. - A real pity.
Why is it a pity? Why?
Even if you behaved really badly you're invited too.
- Thank you... but where? - To my birthday party.
- Ask when. Come on, ask. - No!
What a pity.
Let's get back to the problem. How can I not go? What do I say?
Angela, the stake here isn't just the legitimate aspiration
of two young people like us
in the specific circumstance of sharing an experience.
The stake is much higher, it's something much bigger than us.
I'll quote Marx, "Carlo" Marx.
- Do you know "Carlo" Marx? - Not personally.
Stop joking, I'm serious!
Karl Marx used to say,
"Each time a precise freedom is jeopardized"
"it's freedom itself that is jeopardized."
So if your parents want to force you to go to Ficuzza...
Anyway what kind of place is this Ficuzza?
I say they're jeopardizing freedom itself.
You must rebel! You must fight!
First for freedom
and then also...
so we have the whole of Sunday to ourselves, your house is free.
- Right? - I'll try.
What was it you said?
"Each time a precise freedom is jeopardized"
"it's freedom itself that is jeopardized."
Mum, dad, I'm not going to see our grandparents in Ficuzza.
May we know why?
- You want to know why? - I'd think so.
I've got "my thingies". I don't feel good.
I've got "my thingies" too.
Come over here.
- Ouch, what did I say? - I know what you said.
Then we've got two solutions, love.
Either something's wrong and we need a doctor
or you're lying because you had "your thingies" 10 days ago.
Mum, do you note down when I have "my thingies"?
Certainly! I don't want any surprises.
Mum, Karl Marx says that...
- Darling! Karl Marx is dead, okay? - Is he?
And whatever he said wouldn't change our plans in any way.
- Can you pass the potatoes? - Sure.
He's dead?
Here, forget about it. Eat some potatoes and it'll pass.
Poor Karl Marx!
Obviously he's dead, but it was 100 years ago!
There's nothing to laugh about.
I looked like an idiot, you could've told me.
You're killing me!
Don't take it badly.
If the mountain won't go to Mohammed, Mohammed will go to the mountain.
Who's this one now?
Tell me right now, is he dead or alive?
Love, you're a hopeless case.
Don't take it badly. Don't take it badly!
On the Sunday of our trip to Ficuzza
my uncle was so excited that he had us leave at dawn!
He was sure his life would change that Sunday.
You don't get it, once the land's sold
I'll get myself a Mercedes! - Yes!
You like Mercedes, don't you?
I'll get a fast boat too.
I'll buy you the café and we'll get someone else to work in it.
Why? I like working.
What? With all those guys coming in, looking at you, smiling sweetly?
It drives me mad. I'm a serious person, I need serenity.
What? Have you got a guilty conscience?
Is that land worth so much?
So much? It's worth billions!
Our life is about to change!
You're crazy.
Look at that idiot.
He drives towards his new life at 30 kmph.
Want me to tow you?
- Slow down! - He'll never catch up.
Bye!
My grandparents were peasants
and lived a few kilometres away from Corleone.
Yes, the land of Luciano Liggio, Bernardo Provenzano, Totò Riina,
scary names,
though at the time I found my grandmother much scarier.
Come to your gran! Shall I give you this one or this one?
This one.
- The little ones! - Say hello to your grandmother.
My little ones! My darlings!
My grandmother Ninetta was full of life and optimism,
my mother and uncle had taken after her.
Gently, gran!
No! When you grow up you won't let me to do it anymore!
- Hi, mum. - Darling, beauty!
Chill out, think you're the light of my eyes.
- Who's this? - Massimo's new girlfriend.
Come on, smile, mum.
Why has he brought her here? I'll grow fond of her and he quits them all!
- What are you saying? - What am I saying? Come.
- Hello, love. How's mum's darling? - Can I introduce you to Patrizia?
- Hello, madam. - Pleased to meet you.
Patrizia.
- Mum, it's serious. - Is it? Sure?
Sure.
You're beautiful, come and kiss me.
- Welcome to our home. - Thank you.
Tore? Where are you? They're here!
Where are you? Come out!
Say hello to your grandfather.
My grandfather was called like me,
I mean... I was called like him, Salvatore,
but everyone called him Tore.
He was the exact opposite of my grandmother.
He always stood to the side in silence
because for some mysterious reason one day, many years earlier,
he lost the gift of speech, not a syllable came out of his mouth.
Everything he said he said it with his eyes.
- Well, shall we go inside? - Let's go in!
That's why uncle Massimo called him "Chit-chat".
The two of them had never got along.
I'm alright, what about you?
What a lovely house!
I adored Ficuzza.
What the shit...
My mother always said that everything was the same as when she was a child
and I thought I'd like to live there.
- She's happy. - That's good.
It produces...
But Massimo hated that place.
- Come on. - Fingers crossed.
Look at her laughing.
- Mum, shall we eat? - Yes, let's eat.
She's learnt!
When the right moment comes, you talk to him.
He'd hate me even if I told him he'd won the lottery.
Alright, go on. Lay the table.
- Bring the radishes in. - Patrizia, you get them I'm allergic.
He said the smell of shit and strain stuck to him
and that's also why grandfather had realized
that this joint visit hid something, even if badly.
- Ninetta, an excellent lunch as usual. - I'm glad.
- The best lunch of my life, madam. - Thanks, you're kind.
Dad says he wants to know what you want.
Angela and Salvuccio, why don't you go and see the chicks?
Dad...
We wanted to talk about the land, the piece near the cliff.
"I don't want to sell."
Yes, I know you don't want to sell it, but things have changed a bit now.
It's very different, they'd pay good money for it.
A businessman from Milan, dad.
He's from Milan, but he's a friend of Sicily.
He's got loads of friends here. He's taken them to work in Milan
and he wants to put aerials here for a new television, here in Sicily!
He says he's even going to have Mike Bongiorno!
"What's new about Mike Bongiorno?"
Dad says he likes the radio.
Mr. Tore, we know how much you care about this land,
but at the end of the day, it's abandoned.
The truth is that we could do with a bit of money
because we're trying to buy a house.
"We can give you a little help"
"But you don't touch the land"
He says we can help you.
Thank you, the thing is...
that houses in Palermo have reached such prices...
Actually we want to buy a house too.
We're getting married.
What?
- Massimo, you hadn't told me! - It was a surprise, love.
Holy Virgin!
I feel... Oh my love...
Thanks! Thank you all!
"Does this idiot really believe him?"
- What does Mr. Tore say? - He's very happy for you.
Me too!
I feel faint.
Give me a drink!
So, dad?
Are you taking this big step to help your children?
What is he saying?
He said... That land is sacred for you father.
Shit!
He's as hard as nails!
It's in his head he's got nails!
Let's go!
- Massimo, wait! - I said, let's go!
Hold on tight to that bloody land, even goats disdain shitting on it!
- Don't speak like that to your father! - Shut up!
- You shut up! - I don't have a father anymore!
Get out of this house, out! You get out too!
Come, I'll help you.
Don't worry. Calm down.
Pia...
I'm sorry, for once that I'd convinced you to do something.
It's not your fault, I shouldn't have listened to you, forget it.
Don't be a bully, Fofò, leave some feed for Sebastiano.
- Alice, don't show off. - What are you doing?
Have you given your friends' names to the chicks?
They took them themselves, they look like them.
And who's that one?
He's a lonely pouter, his name's Tore, like granddad.
- What about Angela? - That's Angela
and those are her two friends, Danila and Emanuela.
- I mean the real one. - She's gone for a walk.
- Shall we go too? - Where?
To find out why granddad's land is so precious.
Come on.
There are bikes in the country now!
Come on, let's go.
Shit, I thought the road would never end.
I'm so happy you came.
It's just for you, don't forget it.
I must say that after all Ficuzza is Havana for me.
- Havana? - Havana.
Look at the state you're in!
Revolution isn't a gala luncheon for me, darling.
How often must I tell you?
Why don't we look for a nice quiet place?
- It's the first time I see your eyes. - Just for you.
- What's up? - I thought I heard voices.
No, it's birds.
Chill out, Angela, it's going to be great.
Dad?
With a bit of luck we could see a deer? A boar?
Gran says there are lots in the area.
We must move quietly or they'll run off if they hear us.
- There's something! - What is it?
What have you seen?
Maybe a deer.
A deer? In Sicily? Are you sure? Let me see.
- No, it's going that way! - Where?
Come this way!
- Did it have horns? - No.
What kind of deer was it then?
- Wait. - What's the matter, Angela?
- Nothing. - So?
I don't know.
- Do you mind if we talk a bit first? - Talk?
- Talk about what? - I don't know...
What did Marx die of?
Angela, are you kidding me?
If I wanted to talk about Marx, I would've stayed in Palermo!
- I've done 50 km to be with you! - You are with me.
Not in that sense, you know.
And I don't feel in "that sense" right now.
You made me come up to Ficuzza. Bloody Ficuzza!
Give me that jacket!
Shit, you had me even take my sun glasses off.
Fuck off! You're a child.
- How do I get back? - On foot!
Stupid, stupid, stupid...
PIA AND SARO
Don't worry, mum.
You know dad and Massimo.
At the end of the day I'm glad we're not selling it.
It's not this. Your father's not well.
Dad?
- We haven't seen anything. - What do you mean? And your deer?
Just a glimpse.
Well, at least we've found out why granddad cares so much about this land.
- Really? - Yes.
It's beautiful.
Shall we go?
We've even found Angela, look.
Angela, what is it? What's this face?
Nothing. I didn't feel like coming, so don't expect me to be happy.
Women!
Happy is he who understands them.
I want an explanation from both of you!
Especially you. What's this thing about women?
- Dad, it's not your problem. - What, women?
Why don't you think about Angela's problems?
Has Angela got problems?
While we were away granddad had been sick.
The doctor said his heart was weak, that he should go straight to hospital,
but as stubborn as usual, granddad didn't want to know anything about it.
"Better dead than in hospital", he said with his eyes.
Mum decided to stay and dad went back to Palermo.
We stayed with mum, close to granddad.
Danila...
I've been an idiot.
I don't know what came over me.
What if Rosario doesn't want to see me again?
So we queued for the phone, each having something to communicate.
Pia, I'm really sorry.
Let me know if there's anything I can do for you.
No, nothing, Antonio, thanks.
I only called to let you know I won't come to school tomorrow.
Forgive me for disturbing you,
but yours was the only number I had.
You're not disturbing. On the contrary...
If you feel... if you need some distraction,
you know I'd be over in a second, right?
And my father who tried calling for news found the line engaged all evening.
Nothing.
- Patrì! - He's left me.
- He's left me! - Left you?
But you're getting married.
He said, "Patrizia, we're not together anymore. Goodbye and thanks!"
Don't worry, he was angry today. It will pass, I know him.
Lorenzo...
- Lorenzo... - What?
Why don't I ever get the right person?
Why?
What are these ideas? Come on.
It's the truth.
Why can't I have a good, simple, honest person?
I need someone like you.
- You're hypersensitive, Patrì. - I was right to come to you, wasn't I?
Yes. I'll get you a camomile, okay?
So you'll calm down.
Go to the kitchen, I'll be right there. I'll close the door.
Well, you know I'm here.
So if you need anything,
call me, no matter what time, I'll be awake.
- Thanks, Antonio. I must go now. - Alright.
- Bye. - Bye.
I was on the phone with a colleague to tell him I won't go in tomorrow.
What do you need?
Can I call too?
You? Who must you call?
Please!
Totò, it was the greatest party ever!
They had an illusionist
and a table miles long!
Cannolis, iris pastries, cream puffs, pizza!
I'd never seen such a thing, Totò!
What about Alice?
One, two, three...
Happy birthday Alice!
Do you like it?
I wanted to give you a horse, but it wouldn't fit in the garden!
A real pony! And I'd never ridden one.
I felt like the American guy in "Fury"!
Yes, but what about Alice?
Alice, Alice...
They kissed.
Is this what you wanted to know? Knucklehead!
You feel bad now, don't you?
Hey, Totò?
Totò, are you there?
- I kissed her too. - You kissed Alice?
No, not Alice... Santina.
But you said she was a fatso.
Well, not fatso...
Generous.
- I've realized something. - What?
- The fatty ones are the easiest. - What do you mean?
She let me touch her boobs straight away.
Did she let you touch them? Hey, Totò?
Do you think Santina had let me touch her boobs?
Totò? Hey, Totò?
Obviously not.
Angela?
Why do girls behave one way with some guys
and another way with others?
Because some guys know how to behave and others don't.
How do you think I behave?
You're a very good boy.
The thing is that sometimes it's the girls who don't know how to behave.
Do you know how to behave?
I don't know.
I think you do.
- I saw you with Rosario today. - What do you mean you saw me?
I saw you, I saw you.
Dad almost saw you too, but I took him away.
I made a fool of myself. It would've been better if he'd seen me.
So I'm the one who doesn't know how to behave.
Well, I'll go and see how granddad is.
How are you, granddad?
Must I burn them?
"The secretary of the CGIL in Corleone has disappeared mysteriously."
"Traces of Placido Rizzotto found near the sinkhole in Rocca Busambra."
"Dear captain Dalla Chiesa, my name is Melfi Salvatore and I know."
Those papers granddad wanted me to burn contained the secret of his land,
of why it had become sacred to him.
A secret that went back over 30 years and that concerned Giuseppe,
the child who helped my granddad with the land and the flock.
A secret so heavy that it took his voice away for the rest of his days.
Leave it, Peppuzzo, you're still too skinny.
- Have you eaten enough? - There's no food.
Come on, eat this.
Go and get the sheep, I'll do this.
At least an American cigarette?
You're too skinny for them.
Get a move on, go.
Come right back.
Come here!
Silent! You must be silent!
The man Giuseppe had seen fall was Placido Rizzotto,
- a socialist syndicalist from Corleone. - Pull me down!
He was thrown over the cliff by the men of Luciano Liggio,
a mafioso from Corleone,
the one who'd taught the job to Totò Riina.
Pull me down!
Rizzotto had humiliated him publicly
and from that moment he'd been a dead man.
Peppuzzo!
What are you doing? What's come over you?
I'm not getting the sheep. I'm not going back there.
What are you saying? Why?
What are you saying?
Shit!
Ninetta!
Poor Giuseppe was so horrified by what he'd seen he was shocked.
Salvatò, I think the temperature's going up.
They threw him over... They threw him over...
- What did they throw? - What do I know?
He needs a doctor. We should call his parents too.
- I'll get the cart ready. - Yes...
I'll get his mother and take them to the hospital.
Peppì, calm down, you must calm down.
Doctor, doctor!
The little one, doctor!
Where do I take him? He's got a high temperature.
We're there, Peppuzzo. The doctors will take care of you.
My child!
Come on.
They grabbed him...
They threw him over...
He's been saying this since he got back.
They killed him...
- Where did he come back from? - The cliff. He tends to the sheep.
- Today? - Today.
They killed him... They killed him...
- I must call the head physician. - Why, is it serious?
I'm afraid it is, excuse me.
Poor child!
Rosa, calm down. The doctors are excellent here.
He'll be better than before.
Giuseppe...
Excuse me, doctor Navarra,
there's a kid who saw what happened at the cliff.
Alright.
Michele Navarra,
secretary of the Christian Democrat party in Corleone,
owner of a transport business, head physician, director of the hospital.
And chief of the local mafia.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
How is he, doctor?
We'll do all we can.
- Please, leave. - Please.
Keep calm.
- How is he? - We must wait and pray.
Nooo!
Calm down, what was it?
I'm sorry, there was nothing we could do.
- If you'd brought him in sooner... - What do you mean, doctor?
Giuseppe Letizia was 13,
his fault was to have been the accidental witness of a Mafia crime.
I always think of him
when people say the Mafia used codes of honour, rules,
didn't kill women, didn't kill children.
Granddad had understood. He'd written to the chief of the Carabinieri
who lead the investigation on Rizzotto, Carlo Alberto Dalla Chiesa,
but he never sent that letter.
Because of the shame and the sense of guilt
he decided he'd never pronounce a single word again.
Remember...
...always stand straight.
Bye, Tore.
Granddad...
Granddad!
You're always defending him.
Dad is stubborn, but Massimo pushed it too far.
- Yes, he's mum's darling. - Stop it, please.
- What is it, Salvatore? - Granddad.
Granddad.
- Dad! - What happened?
- Dad... - What happened?
Dad, please answer, No, dad! Answer!
I never told anyone about what I'd found out.
I would have done only if, now that granddad had left,
someone had come out again with the idea of selling the land,
but no-one did.
Dad went back to racking his brains for a way to find money for the house.
Pia, I was thinking that if we gave up...
Lorenzo...
...only those who have something can give it up.
Though we hadn't realized it,
Angela and I came back from Ficuzza changed.
Thanks. For the telegram too.
If you don't feel like going in, we could go for a walk
Yes, actually I don't feel like going.
What is it? I'm nervous, you know me.
Are you still angry? No.
- Shall we go for a ride? - Yes.
Kiss me.
Let's go. I've forgiven you.
Happy birthday.
Salvatore, it's lovely.
A bit of a hard head, but he has a great heart.
He's called Tore.
Hi, Tore.