Hello?
Just a second, I'll write it down.
I'm ready. Please order.
"Panelle" and croquettes. No problem.
A nice seafood platter. Obviously I'll put oysters!
Anything else? Sure, I've got lobster.
If I hadn't, I'd fish it for you with my own hands.
How are you off for Champagne?
Shall we add some? We'll add some.
I'll send it all as soon as it's ready.
Thank you, thanks a lot. It's always an honour, thanks.
Carmelo, come here, this is to be done straight away
and put two crates of Champagne in the freezer, it must be cold. Go!
Wait! Put this too and write "You're always in our hearts".
I've already decorated it. You see? "Happy Easter".
Then wipe it off!
Don't make a show of me, lads, or I'll bite your horns off
and have you eat them with gelded waiter sauce, okay?
Get a move on!
Holy Easter is celebrated properly in Palermo,
it's one of those things everyone cares about,
rich, poor, healthy, sick, free citizens and less free ones
as Sciascia would say,
"Men, half-men, little men, those that get-it-in-the-arse, and the windbags."
Happy Easter, Don Masino! Happy Easter!
- Let's eat. - Sorry. Stop! Everyone stop!
Forgive me, Don Masino, it's not for lack of respect,
but it's Easter, Holy Easter.
A prayer before we eat, Our Father, Hail Mary, the sign of the cross...
- The briefest. - Let's cross ourselves then.
- In the name of the Father... - What's this?
Cross yourself properly.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.
You're not eating with us today.
Brother Giacinto, I'm the only one who can speak here.
Forgive me. I humbly apologize.
You're not eating with us today.
Or rather, sit down, but don't eat.
Let's eat.
That cell was Tommaso Buscetta's, Don Masino,
a big gun, the man who one day would turn informant
and reveal to the world the secrets of Cosa Nostra.
Have I told you about when we were at the Hotel delle Palme...
and we were negotiating heroine with the Americans. Have I told you?
Yes, about ten times...
but tell us again, Don Masino.
Let's eat.
Obviously not everyone had such a great time.
- Massimo, aren't you a forest ranger? - So what?
You should talk to animals, not kill them!
What's that got to do with it, idiot? I'm a forest ranger, not Saint Francis!
In the forest there are foxes, eagles, here there are mice
and all you rotten, messed-up spies! Yes, you're all spies!
- Did I get it? - Happy Easter, forest ranger!
At our home too Easter was celebrated in a low-key.
Though we hadn't told gran, Massimo's arrest could be felt.
Let's make a nice toast to who's here and who isn't.
- Happy Easter! - Happy Easter, mum.
Patrì...
Patrì! You're so insensitive!
- Why's she upset? - Patrizia!
- Did Lorenzo say something wrong? - No, nothing.
It's their first Easter together and Massimo's on duty and...
she's sensitive. She's sensitive!
- Are they so close? - Open the door! You know we care...
- Dad! - Well, I thought it would be kind.
Come on love, open the door, Lorenzo didn't mean it.
Patrizia, open!
I find her a bit extreme.
Uncle Massimo's arrest had unsettled something that was already on the brink,
mum and dad ended up against each other and had a row.
- Let me get this right, is it my fault? - Well, yes, a little.
It's crazy, your brother's hand in glove with mafiosi and it's my fault!
Have you forgotten who asked him to talk to that man? Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten why I asked him? Have you forgotten?
I did it for you! To get you that post!
Who asked you to? Anyway, what did you do?
You found out who he was and didn't stop him! You sent him alone!
I tried, I tried! Don't you know your brother?
If dealing with certain people isn't a problem for him, it is for me!
Obviously! You never get your hands dirty, do you?
My mother and father weren't the only ones to have fallen apart,
not understanding each other because of the Mafia.
Torino's throwing a party. Amazing!
"Torino" and "party" is like saying water is dry.
You're wrong. I've heard he's got a wonderful house and look at the card!
Anyway, he's the son of a big cheese from FIAT,
they know how to throw parties, listen to a crazy girl.
Angela, you're his friend, what do you think of it?
I think they certainly know how to throw a party,
but I don't give a damn because I'm not going.
And he's not my friend.
- I've heard you're not coming. - I'm not.
- Why? - Why? So as not to embarrass you.
I don't know if you've heard, but my uncle's been arrested.
They caught him with a mafioso, it runs in the family.
Your dad wouldn't like a girl who dated a mafioso and whose uncle's in jail.
- It could be "unproper", no? - Improper.
I even get my Italian wrong, a further reason.
Angela, wait!
I didn't mean to correct you, only to be sure of what you meant.
This party's my mother's idea, she did it all, even the cards,
if it was up to me I wouldn't go either.
It's my parents' anniversary and I had to invite all my classmates
as we've been in Palermo one year and I haven't got a single friend,
I don't socialize, so... - Ask yourself why!
My mother had taken sick leave from school,
officially to take care of her brother in jail and support Patrizia.
Wait! I can't go like this, let me touch up my make-up.
No, it's the fourth time in 500 meters!
We must go or they won't let us in the visiting room.
Alright, just a sec, it will pass, it will pass...
You'll put your make-up on later. Let's go or they won't let us in.
- It won't pass! - Salvatore, you wait here.
- Here we are. Come on. - Hello.
Having to wait outside I made a shocking discovery.
- It was her, Sebastiano's mother! - What does it mean?
- That his father hasn't gone to sea. - Is he in jail?
Maybe she was there for something else.
Sure, she gets her hair done in jail. Wake up!
- I'm awake. - It doesn't look like it.
I never bought it.
Is it possible to go to sea and never once come home in two years?
Christmas, Easter, Saint Rosalia, August 15th, never!
Poor thing.
They haven't told him so he won't suffer.
He imagines him like a sea hero, like a kind of Ulysses.
I don't understand.
Here.
It's beautiful. "Mokba".
No, Moscow.
I've written the text too.
"Sebastiano, this is the city I'm in now,"
"but I promise that one day I'll take you and your mother."
- "Love, daddy". - Come on, write.
One day I'll really take you, you have my word, Rosalia.
It's just a matter of days and I'll be out, you'll see.
Please don't cry, love.
Look at me, I'm fine here, I'm treated with respect,
my sheets are changed every day, they're as clean as can be.
Oh the food, you've no idea how we eat! I'd invite you to dinner every day.
- Do you eat? - You bet!
Sure?
I eat better than when I was a kid at mother's.
- Have you got the stuffed aubergines? - Sure.
I've spoken to the lawyer, he says you're not to worry.
- Aubergines! - Yes. They can't keep you in.
He's hungry.
Holy Mother!
This perfume...
I knew it... Stuffed aubergines.
Don Masino, I kiss your hand.
Pia?
Hey, he's talking to you.
- Pia, it's me, Masino. - Oh, hi, Tommaso.
- I recognized the perfume, irrefutable! - It's "unmistakable".
- Unforgettable. - Yes.
Do you know each other?
I still carry this woman here.
On your stomach?
Heaven...
I touch Heaven with you.
Pia, do you want to marry me?
What are you on about, Masino? We've known each other three days.
I'm already madly in love...
Madly in love!
We had two dates and I mean two, but that was ages ago.
- It's finished. Tommaso, confirm. - True.
I passed from the arms to the neck...
then put my hands in her hair.
You're giving me goosebumps!
To pull her against me, feel her full lips!
What are you sucking?
And where did I put this hand? Where do you think I put it?
On her legs!
No, no, lads, the legs come first. Geez, what legs!
Long, smooth, soft...
Masino...
We've known each other only three days but I've understood something about you.
You... talk too much.
No, Pia, don't leave me! Don't leave me!
Pia! Damn me and my tongue!
We're like family then, Don Masino, I'm her brother.
She's brought me aubergines, would you like some? A bite?
- He's taken them all! - How stupid can you be!
Uncle Massimo hoped to benefit from that connection,
while my mother was embarrassed. It was a secret she was ashamed of.
Patrì, no-one must know about what happened.
- Repeat "No-one must..." - No-one must...
- ...know! - ..know.
- Or better, it never happened, okay? - Yes.
Good girl.
You'll guess that such a secret, in Patrizia's hands, wasn't in a bank.
Mum kept her other secret, Mr. Ayala's, in her heart,
but that didn't make it any less insidious.
Yes?
- Hello. Where's Mrs. Pia? - She's not in today either.
- Do you know when she'll be back? - No. Can I help you, colleague?
- How could you? - Sorry?
No, I meant how...?
- How what? - How nothing. Goodbye.
Oblivious to all this, my father just wanted to make peace.
He'd never liked conflicts and couldn't stand the ones with mum.
Oh well, it's the thought that counts.
I'm home!
What a lovely smell. How nice to get home and find such marvels.
They're for Massimo.
You could do them for us, just once, I mean... you've just done him some.
Massimo's in jail. Poor thing, all he's got left is the aubergines.
Sure.
Hello?
I didn't like conflicts either,
because most times I didn't understand their reason.
Everyone fights against everyone, mum and dad, you and Marco.
If you want, we can fight too.
It must be the sirocco, it makes people tense.
- I'm tense too. - Why's that?
The sirocco.
- Here you are, my little one. - Thanks, dad.
To remind you that even when we don't understand each other and I get angry,
I love you... a lot.
They weren't for me, right?
No, but you deserve them anyway.
What about me?
I only had one gift to recycle,
but I promise the next one will be all for you.
Come here, I'm joking.
- Do you know why I love you? - Why?
Because you're like me.
- Hello? - Pia!
Hi, it's me.
Why aren't you coming to school?
Pia?
Pia!
Obviously the sirocco was not the cause,
I was tense because everyone around me was unhappy.
As for Sebastiano... I felt really bad for Sebastiano.
April the 25th is a very important date for us,
we celebrate Liberation Day... Come in.
- I'm sorry I'm late, miss. - Go to your seat.
As I was saying...
Look at this, you see where my father is? In "Mokba".
It's Cyrillic, it's written "Mokba", but you read it Moscow.
- Well it's still the Soviet Union. - Yes.
In Moscow? But there's no sea in Moscow.
Fofò, please! This is important children, listen.
- There's no sea? - In fact it's not a sea.
It's a huge river, the Moskva, it's larger than the sea.
See? My father's on the "Muskva", it's larger than the sea.
Moskva...
I felt I had to do something.
Where are you going, kid? Oh, it's you. Go ahead.
Salvatore, I really appreciate your visits,
but haven't you got anything better to do during the day?
- I'm angry with you. - Are you now? What have I done?
You've arrested my uncle and Sebastiano's father.
Sit down.
- What have they done? - I don't know exactly.
At least find out before you get angry with me.
I can't. They don't speak about my uncle at home
and Sebastiano's father is a secret.
- A secret? Who's Sebastiano? - A friend.
I loved it when you came round to tell me about your sweetheart.
- Friendship's important too. - Honesty is too.
I'm sorry for your uncle and your friend's father,
but if they've been arrested it means there's a reason.
It's unfair just the same.
Sebastiano thinks his dad's at sea in Moscow, where there's no sea.
Yes, he's a bit stupid,
but he's got a big heart.
At last!
Let me past!
You go and give it to him and kiss him for me.
- Is it for that man? Buscetta? - Yes, I don't want to see him. Go.
- Okay, I'll kiss Buscetta for you. - Not Buscetta, Massimo!
- Oh, right. Bye. - Patrì, it's Massimo.
- Right, Massimo. Can I go? - Good girl.
Bye.
Leave!
Patrì, over here.
I love you.
Bye!
- Stop worrying, sweetheart. - Don Masino...
- Pia's brother. - Stuffed aubergines, as you like them.
- Thanks. You're a good lad. - You're welcome.
- When will I get to eat you? - Darling!
- I said thanks. - Yes, sorry.
I'll get you some every day and won't call in the favour.
- Of course you won't. - No, exactly. Just...
the crumbs of your benevolence.
- Don Masino, the crumbs. - Alright.
Did I say the crumbs? I meant the dust.
- Perfect. - He likes them.
Tell me,
are you more a speaker or a listener?
Me? Let's say I like speaking quite...
quite a little, I mean,
to be honest I quite like listening.
How I love listening! You've no idea.
Let me just tell you that as a kid I had fairytale records,
I put them on and off hundreds of times, I mean, I was born to listen.
Apart from being Pia's brother and apart from bringing aubergines,
I like this Massimo,
I even like his name, Massimo!
Go find yourselves another room, lads, Massimo's here now.
Don Masino, thanks.
Are you asking how?
Are you asking who?
Clear off!
Blessed be Saint Rosalia.
It was comfortable, but Masino's a real pain!
You telling me?
He's given me a tinnitus worth 30 points for disability support.
Massimo, tell me, have you heard about an organization called...
Cosa Nostra?
- No. - No?
- No, never. Never heard about it. - Never ever?
Let me explain it then.
But we must start from the beginning, from the Beati Paoli.
In the XII century...
We don't take him seriously now, but it's truly thanks to Buscetta
that at one point many people couldn't go on saying the Mafia didn't exist.
Obviously I can't wait for him to come out, but you know what?
Massimo's better, he's changed cell and says it's like being on holiday.
- Colour TV in his room. - In his room...
The barber shaves him every day.
He goes in and out of the room when he wants, it's like a hotel.
How's that possible? Is it legal?
I'm not saying anything. I'm just happy for him. Will that do?
They even get food delivered by a restaurant.
If he wants pasta and sardines, he orders and gets it within 30 minutes.
You see? So he could spare a plate of stuffed aubergines.
- I'm joking. - No, Lorenzo, let go.
I won't let go, that's enough, give me a smile.
You heard Patrizia, Massimo's okay and even better than us.
Come on, please, I'm dying.
Smile! Smile! Smile!
- But you won't get the aubergines. - Oh come on!
Aubergines! Aubergines!
- Alright, I'll do the aubergines! - Yes!
Just go on doing them for Don Masino or they'll send Massimo back to his cell...
- For who? - For... Don "Masimo".
- That's what they call Massimo there. - No, you said Masino with an "N".
Who's Don Masino?
Tommaso Buscetta? You dated a boss.
Dated? I saw him twice 20 years ago. I didn't even know who he was!
Anyway we weren't together then.
But you know who he is now and go on cooking him aubergines.
You're making a jealousy scene because of the aubergines?
No, Pia, it's not a jealousy scene, not for aubergines or anything else.
- I'm just asking myself questions. - What do you mean?
I'm thinking about all the things we've talked about lately.
Oh God, drop that devastated look I know only too well,
making mountains out of molehills!
- Maybe yes, Pia, but maybe not. - What do you mean?
Speak, speak!
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the right man for you.
See? You don't even answer.
You don't say I'm silly to ask myself such questions.
Maybe this once I haven't made a mountain out of a molehill.
- Where are you going now? - To get a breath of fresh air.
It's a stupid question. You're my husband, my man!
It might be a stupid question, but that's not the answer to it.
Things had gone wrong again when they seemed to be getting better
and dad was right, Buscetta wasn't the problem, nor was Massimo
and I couldn't do anything about it, at least not for them.
What do you mean by something nice for Sebastiano?
I mean make him happy at least for one day.
- So happy it will last him a while. - Like a party.
Not like a party, a real party.
We could do it at mine, but we'd tread on each other's toes.
Well, we won't make him happy by treading on his toes.
- Fofò, please! - What have I said?
- What's the thing he likes the most? - Boobs.
- The second thing. - Boobs?
The third thing.
Soccer, boys! What is it he likes the most? Soccer!
A nice soccer field, a match
and you Fofò get him the Palermo shirt.
- Me? - Well, who's got the money?
- The new one? - Yes.
My father's tennis club has just opened a new soccer field.
- It's small, but it's like a real one. - That's perfect.
If you look at each other like this, I won't buy him anything.
Alright Fofò, we won't look at each other.
What have I just said?
I was getting one thing right,
while my uncle was about to get another one right, I mean Buscetta was.
Massimo, at last!
I've just thought of something I must tell you about,
but let me start from the beginning.
What's the matter?
Nothing, I've seen the lawyer and he says I'm not getting out for now.
So what? What's the problem? Aren't you okay here?
What else do you need? Is something wrong here?
I knew it. You want a woman, I'll get you two!
No, Don Masino, it's not that. It's my woman I miss.
We were about to get married, we were just about...
And now we must wait, wait, wait...
I'll wait, but what if she doesn't?
If she doesn't, we'll stick her in a concrete pillar.
She won't move then, no?
No.
There's just one solution then.
- Which is? - Leave it to me.
Are you joking?
I don't think you understand.
Understand what, Lorenzo? If he says it's possible, it is.
He, he, but who is he?
The prison director, the prefect, the president of the republic?
- Don Masino Buscetta. - Quietly!
I understand it's not the easiest of things in your position.
No, you don't understand, I mean, getting married in prison!
So what?
There's a chapel, a priest, the witnesses.
Don't look at me like that, I'm sorry, but you have no witness
because I won't be a witness in prison surrounded by criminals!
Then I'll find another witness, where's the problem?
Bye, love. Thanks Lorenzo, thanks.
Please don't mix things up, this is about my brother.
Do as you want.
Sorry, I'm off to work for the legitimate institutions of this country!
In that moment I think my mother too wondered if dad was the right man.
- Pia. - What are you doing here, Antonio?
I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do, what to think.
- You mustn't do or think anything. - Why are you acting like that?
What do you mean why? Don't you understand?
I understand you don't want to see or hear me again.
- So? - So I mean something to you.
- Even so, it doesn't change things. - It does, believe me it does.
Maybe I wasn't good at making you see this,
but I really care about you, don't I?
Or you think I've been acting stupid, a playboy in my cousin's smart car?
Because this car's my cousin's who's working in the North.
Look into my eyes, look at me!
I'm madly in love with you. No hush! I'd rather cry it out.
I want you at my side. I'll take you for what you are, for how you are,
even with your children, even with your mother, I don't care!
I want you forever, Pia!
- Mr. Prestifilippo, are you better? - Better?
- A little, my dear lady. - Well that's already something.
- Pia? - Your son? Work?
He's got problems with work.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - Pia!
Things aren't good.
Let's hope they'll get better for everybody.
Pia!
I think she's still wondering how she resisted in that moment.
While my family was about to crumble, I took care of Sebastiano's happiness.
With hindsight, a good psychoanalyst would have called it the ostrich policy,
but that idiot's happiness was really heartening.
- Why didn't we come before? - Because... they've just made it.
Is it free? Like my shirt?
- The ball too? - Sure.
And we can play?
Have you finished with your questions? It's all true!
No, I haven't finished.
Geez, it's so soft. What kind of grass is it?
Synthetic grass. Must we talk or can we play?
Let's go then, guys.
Kick and goal! Messina's on the upside!
Who's this prodigy?
Champion!
Dad!
You've got good, you know? Tell mum to take you to a try-out.
By the way, she doesn't know about this.
We were close by and I stopped the ship, but it must leave again.
When are you coming back?
I don't have the time for everything, I don't know, I hope soon.
Look at what I've brought you, I got it in Moscow. Open it.
It's a gift from a colleague in Moscow.
- I had a good idea, didn't I? - You did.
You're not angry with me anymore?
Great goal, Messina...
- Did you like it? - You've got to do more.
- Dad, I've done six! - Six?
Seven, eight, nine...
Do them for me, Sebastiano.
Come back soon.
He'd stolen a TV from a lorry and they'd given him three years.
He had one to go and he'd do it all, unlike Masino and others of his kind,
because in Palermo we weren't all equal before the law.
Massimo, think carefully, you're still in time,
even if you get 30 years, assuming that you do them,
you're free after 20 years,
but with a ring on your finger you'll lose your freedom forever.
This life sentence feels like a gift from God.
A blond life sentence? As long as you're happy.
Leave it to me. Here.
- Patrizia, you're... - Hush, or I'll start crying.
- Can I? - Yes.
You're beautiful.
- There, you see? I'm crying. - You idiot.
- Get me a tissue, quick. - Come on!
I'm too excited.
- What do I do now, Pia? - You dry up your tears.
I'll cry when I see him...
- Hello? - Hi, Salvatore.
- Hi, Marco. - Can I speak to Angela, please?
Yes, hum... No, she can't answer.
Oh, she can't answer?
She's... washing her hair.
No, I mean,
she's just gone out like lighting with her hair wet.
Alright, I see. Thanks anyway.
- Bye, Salvatore. - Bye, Marco.
- Can't you even invent an excuse? - I can't lie.
- You must learn then. - Why don't you want to talk to him?
You must learn to mind your own business.
We're off.
- You're beautiful. - Yes, really.
Thanks. I'm sorry they won't let you in.
Best wishes, Patrizia, and best wishes to Massimo too.
Let's go. It's late.
I think that making Sebastiano happy brought us good luck too,
because little by little, who'd drawn apart began to come closer again.
Hi! Angela!
- What about your party? - It wasn't my party.
- So? - So, I'm sorry,
I hadn't realized you were upset,
I didn't mean to judge you, I was sad and my words came out wrong.
The thing is that you're important to me, Angela,
you're my sole social relationship
and I'd like you to be happy.
Am I really important to you?
Very much, more than you imagine and more than I can tell you.
I've thought about what you said,
switching from Rosario to Alfonso was strange.
I guess that I don't fall in love with people, but with what I feel for them.
- Maybe I fall in love with love. - Maybe.
The thing is, I can't tell when someone really counts for me.
Like now I'd like to... I'd like to hug you.
I don't know why, but I need to.
Massimo, do you take Patrizia to be your wedded wife before God?
Promising to be forever faithful, do your best, eh?
In pain and in joy, in sickness and in health,
to honour and respect her for as long as you both shall live? Yes.
- Yes. - Good. Now you.
Patrizia, do you take Massimo to be your wedded husband before God?
Promising to be forever... yes, you must, faithful
in pain and in joy, in sickness and in health,
to honour and respect him for as long as you both shall live?
Yes, I do.
Now we've got the thing with the witnesses. It goes like this...
Witnesses, did you hear the bride and groom say yes?
- Yes! - Yes. What are you doing here?
Lorenzo!
Excuse me.
What do we do?
- Excuse me, Don Masino. - Go ahead, Brother Giacinto.
Witnesses, the ones you are now,
did you hear the bride and groom? - Yes.
May the almighty, most merciful Lord confirm... What does it say?
The consent you have declared before the Church
and may he fill you both with his blessings.
Amen.
The rings.
- Right, the rings, your left hand... - I must do it!
Yes, right, the bride does it.
To the bride and groom!
- What about my ring? - Here's the ring.
Sorry, love.
To the bride and groom!
Pia, I don't know if I'm the right man for you,
but I'm sure about one thing, you're the woman I want,
the one I've wanted and the one I'll always want at my side.
In the end many things had gone right, some were maybe getting right,
but others were getting complicated... very much so.
Grow higher than a mountain, your heart as black as coal,
eyes blazing, nose smoking.
I promise to be faithful to Cosa Nostra.
If I betray, may my flesh burn like this picture burns.
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