during the restoration
- May we proceed, Your Excellency? - Yes, read me the notes again.
To His Excellency, the Minister of...
Enough with that. Tell me about the prisoner.
Imbriani Fulvio, aristocratic family. Get him!
An officer under Robespierre, exiled, a Jacobin...
charged with planning the reorganization of the scattered...
Sublime Brothers sect, along with Govoni Filippo...
Grand Master of said sect.
During his interrogation, he refused to tell...
where Govoni Filippo is hiding.
We thought it would be more useful to free the prisoner...
and follow him, hoping that he might lead us to the last members of the sect.
We also spread the rumor...
that Imbriani has confessed, betraying his Grand Master.
You are a free man.
Wake up, Imbriani Fulvio. You can go freely.
- Who, me? - This being a Te Deum day...
His Excellency shows magnanimity.
Be thankful and join the general rejoicing.
You can go now.
Rejoice.
But it's you...
Lionello...
It's you lot! God, how silly of me...
I...
Forgive me; I've been feverish for the past three days.
Traitor!
Louder! I can't hear you!
I can't hear you from here. Louder!
Traitor!
Today, the 23rd day of the month of Brumaire in the 28th year...
of Robespierre's, Marat's and Babeuf's great Revolution...
the Tribunal of the Sublime Brothers is hereby convened.
You, Fulvio,
Fulvio Imbriani, have been arrested on the 7th of the current month.
Your arrest curiously upset our Grand Master...
almost like an omen portending his own downfall.
Since that day, we have not heard from him.
It seems...
Some people say,
that you, under torture...
revealed his secret hideout.
You are telling this to me?
To me who...
No, it must be the fever.
I will close my eyes, and when I open them again...
this nightmare will vanish.
There.
Stop being a whimpering child.
Whimpering child? I taught you everything you know!
I heard you talked. What did you tell them?
Who told you?
The police are laying a trap for us. Tell these idiots!
I'm here, Fulvio. I don't think you betrayed us.
- Let's follow the trial's rules! - What trial?
You want the police...
Let him talk!
Did you look under the wisteria?
- What wisteria? - Filippo used to spend hours there,
all alone.
''What is this?''
I don't have my glasses. Giovanna, come here.
Wait. Go ahead, read it.
- Who, me? - Go ahead, Giovanna, read it.
"To my Sublime Brothers:
"I consider this year, whose end I will not see,
"and which is my forty-fifth,
"to have been negative overall, and I have no idea how to remedy the situation.
"I only have some courage left.
"Enough to end my days.
"I forgive no-one and ask forgiveness of no-one.
"If ever there is a world different from ours, peaceful and happy,
"what will be thought of all this?
"Probably what we ourselves think about cannibals,
"witchhunts..."
Witches?
"... and human sacrifices.
Farewell. Filippo."
This can't be Filippo.
It's not him.
We are the same age and this man is an old man.
It's him.
Hey, you! "Please, just a moment."
"Please, call them."
Run and get the police.
Don't run. Don't look at him.
You will never forgive me for having accused you.
I won't let you go if you don't forgive me.
Let's go!
We have to separate. Let's hide for a few days.
Count me out! Don't come looking for me.
- Now, I'm home. See you. - You want to get arrested? That's your family!
My sister asked me to come back, and this is still my home.
Your father disinherited you when you fled for Paris, didn't he?
- He died seven years ago. - And your brother...
- inherited his position in the government. - Idiot!
That's precisely why the police won't look for me here!
Forgive me, I really need to get some rest.
Right now. I'm sorry.
Don't trust them. They will betray you.
I won't trust them. I'll introduce myself as a monk, a friend of Fulvio's.
- Then, I'll see. - Don't you think they'll recognize you?
No. It's been years since they last saw me
and I am a great actor, Tito.
Fulvio!
- Is that your sister? - No.
That's not Esther's voice.
That's her...
Fulvio!
- Fulvio! - Little Fulvio!
My little bird!
Fulvio!
Little Fulvio!
- Fulvio! - I'm here, Esther.
I'm here, mom.
That's my nephew, then. He was given my name.
Fulvio, come here!
I'm coming.
My little bird, you're going to catch a cold! Come inside!
No.
No, I'm coming with you. It's better.
My dog. He's still alive.
I'm sure he heard me.
Come on, go.
But don't take this off, or they will recognize you.
And tell them you have a fever.
If I'm not back in an hour, it means I'm staying.
Fulvio.
Eat. That's it, good boy.
I beg your pardon, father, but don't you think
that children have lost their table manners nowadays?
Isn't it true?
What were you looking at, Fulvio?
Mom is all orange.
What a day. Should I have the curtains closed, Esther?
No, the sun is setting. The light doesn't bother me.
Anyway, my color is not orange, as Fulvio used to say.
What do you mean, your color?
When he was a child, Fulvio used to say: "Let's close our eyes
and imagine what color everyone is."
He saw me as violet.
Dad was black.
And you, Costantino, what color were you?
I can't remember.
I would rather like to know, if Fulvio...
- You can't have forgotten! - Sky-blue.
- I see Costantino as sky-blue! - No.
Not sky-blue!
That's the color of happiness, Fulvio used to say.
But he couldn't see anyone as that color.
He saw him as green, just like cabbage.
And my uncle, what color did he see himself as?
Gold. He was always playing the magnificent.
- You mean yellow. - No, gold.
I want my brother back.
Tell him to come back; we will obtain a pardon for him.
Now we need everyone to rebuild the country.
We even need musicians, and Fulvio used to play the violin quite well.
Apparently.
Perhaps he'll be successful doing that.
Can he also bring his child?
I want the child too.
Are you saying I have a cousin? Why haven't you ever told me about it?
- Where is he? - Far from here.
With my uncle?
Far from him too.
You see, Fulvio...
People like your uncle even had to give up, because of their ideas,
that you will know and judge later,
the joy of staying with their child.
What's the matter, Concetta? Speak.
Close that door.
If Fulvio's revered friend is feverish,
he must drink this.
Pour it.
Made in the year when Fulvio was born.
Drink, revered Father.
Drink, my little bird.
- To Fulvio. - To Fulvio.
To Fulvio.
What is he doing? Praying?
Father, you are tired and feverish.
I'll show you to your room.
- "Wer ist er?" Who is he? - Esther's husband.
He's a friend of Fulvio's. Perhaps, Fulvio will come back here.
Is he getting more reasonable, then? Better late than never.
Are you happy, dear? I'm happy for you.
Your brother's learning that it's easy when you are 20...
- Do you want some? - Learning? Fulvio?
Learning from whom? From a guy like you?
"Sagen Sie es zu mir?" Are you talking to me, Sir?
Father, excuse me.
Nobody insulted you. Why are you insulting my husband?
Because it's too easy remembering about Fulvio only now.
He was often remembered in the past too, believe me,
when shame made our father lose his mind.
- And for years we had to... - These things are best left unspoken.
Cowards!
I was about to forget something that you won't care about.
I came here to tell you that your brother Fulvio
died three days ago, not far from here.
He hung himself from a tree,
out of despair, because everyone had deserted him,
all alone, like a dog...
Like a dog.
No...
You were insulting him, you dirty German!
Coward! Coward!
You were insulting him!
- Ask him where he is. - Yes.
Please, Sir, where is the body? Where is he?
I'm getting the coach ready.
Fulvio...
Fulvio, your uncle is dead.
He's dead...
It's me, guys...
It's me...
Esther, it's me...
Esther, Costantino, it's me.
It's me, guys.
Of course, it's you...
It's me...
Guys, I'm dying.
Prop him up.
Open his mouth.
Take it away.
We need peace and quiet here.
You're getting better, my little bird, aren't you?
Make me handsome.
You remember that?
Oh, how sweet the grapes on the vine
And how good to harvest the grapes
And make love to my darling one
and make love in the fields.
That's how it goes?
Teresina, my sweet, you don't want to work...
You sang it better when you were a girl, you even mimicked the words.
Come on, do it.
Come on.
Teresina, my sweet, you don't want to work...
You took off your petticoat
If you want me, you will have to pay
Oh, how sweet the grapes on the vine
And how good to harvest the grapes
And make love to my darling one
and make love in the fields.
Madam, forgive me, but this stranger wanted to come over here.
She would not listen to me.
It's Charlotte. Come, let me introduce you.
- Is it really necessary? - Yes.
- Do they understand Hungarian? - No.
Tell them I only speak Hungarian, will you?
Charlotte is sorry, she doesn't speak Italian.
Your well-known little sister...
All dressed up in little flowers! A beauty!
She has sweaty hands. You are making mine sweaty too!
She says she secretly crossed the border.
Is that the heir?
Right... the stallion.
- My husband. - Exactly.
Your brother is welcoming me
into your rotten family with quite a look!
You are an endearing stupid bitch.
I guess you need to change your clothes.
Out of my way!
She says you are lovely and beautiful, Esther.
Let's go to your room. I'm tired.
Speak Italian. I can't understand you.
This is the best place for a gathering
of all our Brothers.
- Here? - Here.
If your sister knew about this!
Tito wrote me that he was able to get them all together again.
You know what? Tito has always been in love with me, the Saint!
I've heard rumors about peasants in the South rising up.
Now is the right time for an expedition. What do you think?
Trecase... that's near Como, isn't it?
Trecase?
There live the peasants who are taking care of our son, don't they?
Massimiliano? Yes, why?
How old is he now?
Massimiliano is now six.
Why are you asking?
And when will "Dirindindin" send us some food?
- Who? - "Dirindindin", your sister.
You think I didn't see how she wiggled?
Isn't that what she did? Right?
Being sick has done you a good service.
You are more...
Well, more...
So, you thought I had put on some weight?
This is the money we collected in England. We did rather well, didn't we?
Here. We also got sterling pounds.
In a week, the Brothers will come, disguised as hunters.
Your family won't realize anything.
- Come in. - Cover up.
Why?
Come in!
Good night, my little birds...
Forgive me, but I've been very ill.
- Don't get mad at me. - Who's getting mad?
If you can't make love after three months, too bad for you.
As for me, I'm hungry.
You know very well that I don't drink wine.
Forgive me.
What are you saying?
Oh, nothing...
- Let's go and fetch him. - Who?
Massimiliano. We can bring him here.
- Massimiliano, here? Here...
or to America.
Me, you and Massimiliano in America?
Yes.
We had sworn never to talk about him.
Tito and the Brothers are coming on Sunday.
We will leave with them.
Why did you come for me?
Why are you all coming for me?
Where are you going thus disguised?
For twenty years, you have been coming and going, under disguises.
And we have been chasing sparks that are nothing but ashes.
How you bore me!
You have become nothing more than terrifying habits!
Just from the way you ride, I know it's you, Gioacchino.
Just from the way you walk, Ugo, with your arthritis...
From the way you jump, Lionello. I know why you're jumping.
You're trying to hide that you want to die.
You idiot! You do that again, and I'll shoot you!
You should have drowned me, Lionello...
You all should have let me die, instead of bringing me back to life.
Now, I'm well again. And I have changed.
I feel well here, where everybody loves me.
Tito...
My dear Tito, I no longer have the faith. And you can't even bring me solace
because now I'm taking pity on you.
You are not living, Tito. You are merely reliving a thing of the past,
which might start again when we are old men.
Don't ask me what I want. I know what I no longer want.
What are you looking at, Massimo? Better look where you're going, or you will trip.
I can no longer bear to see your eyes turned towards the future.
I only have a life to live and I can't wait for universal happiness to dawn on us.
Who, among you fools, loves me enough to protect me from death?
Don't look at me like that.
It's not my despair that you must fear, but my happiness.
You cannot imagine what more can be asked from life.
I did it. I reported them.
- I did it for you. - For me?
That's what you want, I know it. You are finally free.
If you miss this opportunity, you'll be finished, Fulvio.
You don't have to do anything! Just do nothing!
Don't look, let's not look. I'm afraid too, you know.
Help me.
I'm counting to 10, and if nothing happens, I will stop them.
One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven...
Tito! Tito!
- Wait! Stop! - Don't move!
- I did it. - I knew it.
What a shame.
Tito!
You should have done it without telling me, Esther!
Let's go! It's all over!
Not here! Not here...
No such thing here!
Let's go.
Get up.
Fulvio, please help me!
Don't let them get me!
Help me!
- Help me, yes. - Get in!
Take this. The Brothers' money.
Yes.
Remigio, Costantino! Stop the soldiers!
- Stop! Stop! - "Halt! Nicht schiessen!"
Don't move.
You idiot!
Get away!
Traitor!
Fulvio!
Glow-worm, glow-worm, come to me.
I will give you the bread of the king. The bread of the king and of the queen.
Glow-worm, glow-worm, come closer.
Glow-worm, glow-worm, come to me.
I will give you the bread of the king.
The bread of the king and of the queen.
But give me a penny for my work.
Massimiliano!
Out of the way!
Charlotte, come.
I found him, he's here.
Charlotte.
Dress him. I'm taking him with me.
Who will pay for our expenses?
Your mother is praying for you in heaven.
- Can we close it? - Yes.
Beautiful child. Is he yours?
Yes. I find him beautiful too.
We're together again.
Thanks to her.
Let's leave for the South.
That's the only consolation she will get.
Allonsanfаn, Filippo's son.
He heard that you were here. He will sail with us.
Giulio and Riccardo have gone to Genoa to buy a boat.
Alas, there are only 20 of us left.
Maybe this way, it will be easier to organize our expedition.
Do you agree?
She would.
How lucky that we can bury her here.
Such a peaceful place!
With the money she collected, we can buy guns. Is it here?
- Wait! - Trust us, don't worry.
Come, let's go.
- First, the burial rites, children. - Fuck you.
Wait!
One moment!
- Do you want to see her? - Yes.
I thank you for Charlotte.
You have come to her funeral
but you are neither interested in her, nor me, nor our son Massimiliano.
Tito talks about nothing but money, expeditions and guns.
Things that should not even be mentioned at this moment.
But you are thankful all the same, aren't you, Charlotte?
Because only one thing can bring you peace: that your mission is kept alive.
I'm coming back to you all. I'll buy the guns.
And it'll be even better if it's something dangerous.
You see, Charlotte?
Now I'm speaking about guns, expeditions and money too.
And I'm going to leave you all alone here.
But I know this is what you want,
we must go on with the mission, and right away.
But you knew me better than them.
You would have never entrusted me with the purse.
Sing something.
Yes, but what?
Anything but a church song.
The grass no longer grows
The bee no longer flies
The mouth no longer kisses
But I would like...
But I would like
to sleep
with you.
High above, the sky
In the far away sky, the sun.
There is water in the pit. Did you see that?
There's some water. Can't you have it removed, Fulvio?
- Leave him alone. - Ask someone...
Stop it! You idiot!
I'm sorry.
Farewell, guys
This is the last time I'll see you.
Yes, go South and lose your life among peasants,
who don't even know who you are and what you want.
I'm taking a different path.
Who knows if in America I will ever learn about your fate.
Let's leave!
Eat.
It's for you, Massimiliano.
Come on.
Drink.
Come on.
Drink.
- Bravo. - What's being celebrated?
- That boy!
What's his name?
- Massimiliano. - Long live Massimiliano!
Best wishes, "mon amour"!
Best wishes, Massimiliano!
Please, let me have it for a moment.
- If you wish. - Thank you.
You're welcome.
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Hey! Ice cream man! Ice cream man!
And what can we give to this sweet child?
Vanilla ice cream.
- How did you find me? - Somehow, I managed.
I'm trying to win your trust back.
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Do you want some ice cream too?
Yes.
So, did you buy the guns?
Yes.
They will bring them next Sunday, at six, to the lake of Orta.
I paid in advance. I'll be waiting for you there.
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Vanilla! Lemon! Ice cream!
- Bonne nuit, Monsieur le Directeur. - Bonne nuit.
In case I'm late,
this is for Massimiliano.
- His fee for the next three years. - Agreed.
You can spend the night here, if you wish.
What does it mean: "mon amour"?
That someone loves someone else a great deal.
"Mon amour".
Get away!
- What? - Get away from me!
- Get away! - You are feverish.
- Get away. - Massimiliano!
Massimiliano... It's me.
- Take me home! - What are you saying? Come here.
Coma back here.
No, wait.
Be careful!
Don't open that door. A toad is hiding behind it.
Once upon a time there was a child who had left his dad
and had run off to hide in a little house in the woods.
Dark was the night.
The child heard a sudden snap among the leaves...
"Who's there?", "I'm the toad, and I'm going to eat you".
The child locked the door,
but then he heard the floor creaking.
"I'm the toad, and I hopped through the window".
The child ran to hide in the basement.
"I'm the toad, and I'm sitting right at the top of the stairs".
The child closed his eyes.
"I'm the toad, and I'm hiding right behind you".
He's there behind you, Massimiliano.
No, Massimiliano, don't be afraid.
There is no toad.
Take me back home!
Help me, Massimiliano. Help me.
Look at me!
Look.
The toad is grabbing me. He's dragging me to bed.
Come, Massimiliano. Help me.
Enough with that.
I can see you.
You're alive.
Yes, I'm alive. I'm the toad made flesh!
I ate your dad and before he's digested,
only a child can save him.
A child who'd be bold enough to kiss me on the mouth.
It's me, Massimiliano. Stop, it's all over.
I'm here with you.
It's now four, Sir. I'm here to wake you up.
- It's time to go, if you want to leave. - It's only the keeper.
Why are you doing this?
Poor Lionello,
you are so naive that I will get rid of you easily.
No-one in sight.
What is it? What are you doing?
Nothing, I'm sorry.
Since my illness, I have nightmares, hallucinations.
- The smugglers won't come. - I'll keep waiting.
They robbed us!
Without the guns, there will be no expedition. Everything will be over, Fulvio.
It's no use looking for them.
I can't just stand here and wait! No, I can't just stand here!
I can't!
What are you doing?
I want to end it all, Lionello. I've made my decision.
What do you mean?
You showed me how.
- I did? - Yes, Lionello.
You are the best of us all and we never understood it.
You were right.
You are right.
Before the others get rid of us...
Let's take our lives together, you and I.
- Right now? - Yes.
- In broad daylight? - Yes.
I feel better now that we've made our decision.
Yes.
I'll go first.
Yes.
Wait!
It's your decision, right?
You've always wanted to do it.
- But look at me, please. - Yes.
- Yes... - Quiet, now.
You've been cheating me! You've been cheating me!
You never wanted to kill yourself! You just wanted to test me!
Yes, I cheated you.
- Curse you! - Scoundrel!
Fulvio! Fulvio!
Fulvio...
You were alone?
Yes, I was alone.
We'll take him to the villa. He can rest there.
But you... who are you?
Your dive made you forget
that tonight the Carnival begins.
What's the matter? You are shaking even harder than him.
We are taking my little brother to lose his virginity.
Isn't that so, Henriette?
Faster, faster!
My Lord, we were not expecting you... The villa is closed.
Have dinner and rooms made ready for everybody.
But your father, the Count, hasn't given me instructions.
- He'll take it out on me. - I'm afraid so, Giovanni.
But you'll do it all the same, won't you?
- For him too? - For him and for her.
In the same bed, right Giovanni?
I saw everything.
You let him drown.
I will have you killed.
Yes.
I did it.
You really let him drown?
I did it for you, Francesca.
What?
I did it for you.
For you, I would betray all of our Brothers.
And not only Lionello.
Lionello took advantage of you.
He dragged you into this life that he chose for you.
And he beat you, didn't he? I'm sure of it.
How long since you last made love?
I did for you what Lionello would have never done.
I let my dearest friend die.
And now, if you can,
compare my love with his.
I want to save you, Francesca.
Can't you imagine the life that lies before you?
Don't you think that you'll get old sometime, too?
That you won't always be as beautiful as you are now?
If you want to stay with me, I'll tell you what your life will be.
You'll go from one desperate soul to another. You will live alone, in exile.
You might even go to jail, for subversive activities.
Even worse, to an asylum.
Because you won't even be able, poor Francesca,
to explain your reasons to the judges.
And you'll get sick in jail. And ugly.
At 25, you will look 50.
And you won't have any child, on top of it all. But I can save you.
We have a lot of money. Money is important, we almost forgot about it.
We will go to America. Who can find us there?
I feel stronger, just thinking about it.
Francesca, Francesca...
I hate you! I hate you! You're disgusting!
I know that I'm tormenting you. But you understand, don't you?
Because you're in love with me, too. I know.
That's a lie!
You would have never listened to me if you didn't love me.
You can go.
Report me to the police.
You could do that, I wouldn't.
Then I'll do it, alone, if that is what you want me to do.
That's what I already told you!
But that was before you knew about me.
If only I could read your heart...
You're no child at all, you know?
What would you like me to do to you? You have to tell me.
No.
Kiss me for real.
I can't help loving you.
Once more...
Tell me what you want me to do to you.
But I would like...
But I would like
to sleep
with you.
High above, the sky
In the far away sky, the sun.
Wait.
Look straight in my eyes.
I'm all wet.
I'm cold.
I love Francesca, you know. I was lying before, but not now.
- Do you believe me? - Yes.
Three times? In a single night.
Poor Fulvio...
You had forgotten that love could be so beautiful.
Why are you so kind to me tonight, Lionello?
You are reading my mind.
You idiot! You drowned simply because you could not swim.
You're merely a vision. I'm talking to myself.
How I'd like to believe you.
I'd like to believe in everything that I can no longer believe in.
You are too clever to believe any more.
You already understood what Tito himself doesn't dare to think:
we came too late, or too early.
And you rebelled.
But one does not rebel for worse, poor Fulvio.
You're falling out of the frying-pan and into the fire.
Are you going to hurt me, Lionello?
Our other Brothers certainly will.
If you are not faster than them. If you don't finish your work.
As for me, how could I hurt you now?
I had never seen myself from head to toe.
I never had such a big mirror.
I will never betray you!
No, what were you thinking?
I knew everything was lost.
We leave for Genoa tonight.
We will go and meet our Brothers who are about to leave.
But I must be wounded when they see me.
We'll tell them that we've been attacked and robbed by the smugglers.
Remember: Lionello drowned, and I was wounded.
Without guns, they will give up the expedition, so you and I...
Mon grenadier, montez vite dans ma chambre...
Mon grenadier, montez vite dans ma chambre,
nous y ferons l'amour en libertй
dans les bras de la voluptй...
dans les bras de la voluptй..."
I'll shoot at your leg.
Enough! Let's go now!
Cover up!
What's so funny? Are you stupid or what?
As soon as Fulvio and Lionello get here with the guns, we'll get on board.
We are here, in Genoa, we will land there,
where the peasants cannot bear misery and cholera any more.
We have guns for 200 men at the least.
We will then attack the first garrison and gather more and more people.
We will then go up.
How far, boys?
This is Vanni. He will guide us.
He is a native of that land, and the police are after him.
He will explain why.
Vanni, tell them your story.
Tullio.
He deserves a monument.
He fixed the last details for our expedition.
He wants to go back to his land, which he knows inside out.
And we'll take him back.
It's not true...
Lionello,
the guns,
the money...
Gioacchino surely misunderstood.
I'm sorry.
I will tell you all.
- You tell them. - I won't.
I should do it.
But this time, I just can't.
Cholera was all over the country.
My wife was working with us, in front of our house.
It was noon when she suddenly sat down.
It was hot, but she was cold.
We took a look at her and stepped back, all of us. It was dangerous to touch her.
I wanted to help her, but the others would not let me.
They said that if I caught cholera, my family would die of hunger.
Who would work our land?
My wife herself was telling me not to touch her.
I...
I laid her on our bed
and ran to fetch a horse and cart
to take her to the doctor's, so that he could cure her.
When I came back,
the soldiers were nailing the doors of our house shut.
My wife was still lying on our bed, not even screaming any more.
I begged the soldiers to stop.
Or, at least, to let me get inside our house.
"Cholera", they kept saying...
Tell that southerner to stop.
He gets our Brothers all excited, it's useless now.
I was looking, too.
I was looking at the face behind her...
- What did you give me? - Rhum mixed with opium.
- It'll make you sleep. - But I don't want to sleep!
- Don't listen to him. - "We are nine",
I told the others who were watching,
"and there are only four soldiers. We can over-run them".
But they just stayed there, doing nothing.
"She's crying", I told them.
And my wife was crying, softly.
Just like a child.
- Shall I go on? - Yes.
- Tell him to stop! - Calm down.
Stop... Tell him to stop...
Calm down, Fulvio.
When I came back, my wife was lying dead on our bed.
So, I went to the places of all those who had just stood there,
doing nothing.
And I shot each one of them, right between the eyes.
Then I went back home, set the place on fire,
and just stood there, staring.
Did you really shoot your friends?
We must leave anyway, Fulvio.
- They need us. - He can't hear you. It's the drink.
Don't tell the others. We will use our old guns.
As for the money, someone will help us.
Friends are waiting for us there.
What are you saying?
Charlotte...
We are leaving.
Fulvio's boxes are already on board.
Allons, enfants.
- Who's there? - Open up! A woman is about to give birth!
- Open right away! - Or she'll have the baby in the street!
You didn't find that funny, did you?
But you...
What are you doing here, then?
So?
We were practising a southern dance.
Vanni, you know that dance, you can show us.
Come on, Vanni.
Take him with you.
Take him too.
Yes, Francesca. You're right.
His wound is not deep. Sea air will cure him.
He would hate us if we left him behind.
Take him with you.
America...
We are sailing
for America, right?
We are sailing for the South, Fulvio.
Nice surprise, isn't it?
Scoundrels...
Fulvio!
You tricked me! He tricked you all!
You are delirious!
Where's Tito?
Take me to Tito!
Don't you recognize us?
It's us.
- Fulvio, it's us! - Come...
- Who did you think we were? - Lie down.
Gioacchino, doctor, what have you been giving him for these last days?
I must have made a mistake mixing the drink.
There might be side effects.
That's why you turned to subversion. You would have no future as a doctor!
Fulvio spoke the truth.
Even when delirious, one can speak the truth.
We have no new guns, and no money.
These are our old hunting guns.
These are the uniforms... Where are the guns?
He must be joking. The guns are hidden somewhere.
It's no use looking for them. There are no guns.
I knew it, Fulvio already told me.
But I didn't want to cancel our expedition.
Who gave you the right to decide for me?
I did.
You see, Allonsanfаn...
- I... - You say "I" far too often!
I won't allow you! I won't allow you to speak like that!
Don't look at me that way. I feel ashamed.
Allonsanfаn is right.
I often ask myself if I act out of sheer pride,
refusing to admit that nowadays, patience is needed,
instead of this hurry.
Were I not 40, I would act otherwise. I'd like to try.
But I have turned 40 this very month of May,
and I can only do this,
what I've always done.
This is the only way I can live,
in a world where everybody seems asleep,
and we are the only ones awake.
- Drink this. - Thank you.
And happy birthday.
I wish we were one year from now,
we would know if all this had some meaning.
If you want to turn back,
I'm getting off at the first port of call. I'll go on all alone.
- Can I come with you? - What?
What would I do if I went back? I wouldn’t even know where to go.
Land!
Land! I see land!
Land...
That's no land.
It's only an island.
We still have one more day of sailing, at least.
Christopher Columbus! Get down or you could fall!
We have reached the South, though.
Allons, enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivй!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'йtendard sanglant est levй
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces fйroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras.
Йgorger nos fils et nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons..."
What's your name?
Vanni Gavina, you already know.
But...
What's your nickname now, after what you've done?
Vanni The Plague. How do you know?
I know.
Do you think that if I land with you all,
they will call me by my true name again?
Do they know your nickname is Vanni The Plague?
No.
Fools...
I feel well now. Thanks for having taken me with you.
"We, for the people!" Keep calling.
Our liaison agent is here, he should hear us.
- And what should he answer? - "People with us!"
"We, for the people!"
- I'll go with you, Fulvio. - No. Keep calling that way.
- "We, for the people!" - "We, for the people!"
Excuse me.
There's nobody here.
- Can you understand anything? - No.
"We, for the people!"
Welcome. Come into the sacristy.
Have you been sent by the Town Council? By the Health Office?
No.
It must be the bishop, then. I knew it.
He sent you to check on us.
His Eminence has proscribed flagellant processions, I know.
But I'm unable to restrain them. See for yourself.
Report everything, if you have to. But add this:
better flagellating than rebelling against the authorities.
Yesterday, they took over the communal oven! Did you know?
I must confess.
Cholera, you too?
I think I have it. I really think so.
Don't worry, I'll cover my mouth.
Twenty men have come from the North, with guns,
to make trouble in this town, and the Kingdom. Warn the garrison.
The nearest one is 5 hours away.
A spark is enough to set everything on fire! How can I stop them?
Tell them Vanni Gavina is guiding them, out of vengeance.
You mean Vanni the Plague?
Vanni the Plague, leading twenty thugs.
Heaven sent you here. Thank you!
Don't thank me. Absolve me!
Absolve you?
I'm one of those thugs and I'm betraying them.
- No doubt with good intentions, my son. - No, just to save my skin.
You'll be my witness.
- That is the least I can do. - But secretly.
Nobody must know. The soldiers will take me prisoner.
But how will they recognize you?
I will take off this red shirt, our... their uniform.
Understood. You will be the only one without a red shirt.
They won't shoot you.
If you regret this, because of your friends,
your suffering redeems you in the eyes of the Lord.
- "Ego te absolvo". - I would do it again.
They are waiting for us. Fulvio told them.
One moment, guys!
Let me put my boots on.
I must tell you something else.
Everything can be told among us, right?
Who knows what awaits us. Things might go wrong.
Let's promise that, if we stay alive,
we'll never forget this moment,
how we are now, our boots still in our hands,
united by the same hope.
These last days, my words are not very clear.
But I want to tell you that if a single one among us
can remember this day,
he'll be forgiven, for sure.
Perhaps, we'll be separated.
Maybe in 10 or 20 years, we will be evil, too.
That might happen.
When we remember this morning,
perhaps we'll tease each other.
But I'm sure that, soon after our laughter,
we'll regret having laughed,
for one does not laugh about such things.
I'm saying this because I'm afraid that things will go wrong.
But why should they go wrong?
- Why indeed? - Come on, let's go.
"Allons, enfants".
- Gioacchino, you got lead in your pants, or what? - Who, me?
- Yes, you!
Who are they? What do they want from us?
What are they bringing us? Water? Medicine? Flour?
They're godless strangers.
They are bringing guns and misery.
They are bringing cholera. I know it.
They are responsible for bringing us cholera.
Do you know who's leading them?
Vanni the Plague! Yes, Vanni the Plague!
They are coming.
"We are here for you.
"We have come from the North to join
the men of the South and fight against misery..."
Against...
Fulvio must already be amongst them.
They are coming to kill us.
Let's get out of here!
That one! That one!
Fulvio!
Fulvio...
We did it. They have finally joined us!
- Who? - The peasants of Grottole.
- Joined who? - Us, Fulvio.
What are you saying, you idiot?
They are coming here, all together.
You've been hit on your head!
I fell... Pity you missed it all, Fulvio!
- You are delirious! - I saw it all.
- Saw what, you idiot? - I will tell you everything, from the beginning.
- You are mad! - Wait!
Wait.
They all came
together.
We were waiting.
They saw us from a distance.
Too far to hear us.
So Gioacchino showed our flag.
And Tito read our proclamation,
he tried to read it in their dialect, so that they would understand us.
And they did understand us.
Some of them started to applaud,
others greeted us, and applauded.
There was a little girl among them.
They greeted us.
Pity you were not there, Fulvio.
We started to run, and they started to run too.
They were laughing while coming towards us...
We reached them...
Vanni hugged everybody...
We all hugged...
It's not true!
- I... - It's not true.
I'm going back there.
Wait!
Allonsanfаn, so... it's all true?
So, it's true?
Allonsanfаn!
So, it's true?