IN TIME LIKE THESE ESCAPE IS THE ONLY WAY TO STAY ALIVE...
AND TO CONTINUE DREAMING. (HENRY LABORIT)
MEDITERRANEO
They send us on a mission on Mighisti, a remote Aegean isle...
the smallest and most distant one. It's strategic importance was zero.
Our orders were to observe and make contact.
We were to occupy and report. The men assigned to me came from...
here and there. Survivors from lost battles...
men from disbanded regiments.
A platoon of misfits like myself, who had happened to survive.
Eliseo Strazzabosco, the mule-driver was a strange guy.
He'd spent the whole war with his Silvana. He'd brought her from home.
He loved her like a person. Maybe even more.
Hey, Strazzabosco! "La Dolce Vita", eh?
A honeymoon in the Aegean. And tonight...
Pretend you didn't hear. Don't give them the satisfaction.
There were the Munaron brothers, Libero and Felice.
Two mountain boys who had never seen the sea.
And there were Lo Russo and Colasanti.
You got anything to drink?
Lo Russo ha reached the rank of Sergeant Major in the African Campaign.
What might he have become by the wars end? Colasanti, the signalman...
...lived in Lo Russo's shadow practically in symbiosis. Then there was Corrado...
...Noventa, the deserter.
He'd already escaped a few times, trying to get home.
His wife was pregnant. Last time they caught him...
...between Albania and Yugoslavia, trying to walk home to Italy.
My attendant, Antonio Farina, was very devoted to me...
...always ready for orders, at times even anticipating my thoughts.
- How much longer, Lieutenant? - Not much.
- Will there be shooting? - Let's hope not.
We were all at the age where one hasn't decided whether...
...to start a family or lose oneself in the world.
Lieutenant, how long do we have to stay here?
Four months.
Damn!
Silvana, don't make a fuss.
Don't make me look bad in front of the Sergeant. Calm down, relax!
Try to take deep breaths. In... and out... and in.
Good start...
- What's the problem? - We cannot swim.
- Munaron! - Give me the radio.
- Take it easy. - There is a pit.
Be careful with the radio, guys.
Can I get some help with Silvana?
Come on now! Could you not left that damned donkey home?
Greece exports donkeys all over the world!
Shall we put on our gas masks at once, sir?
- No, no masks. C'mon. - Why'd we bring all this stuff?
- She has become lame. - What do you mean?
- At disembarkation. - Lieutenant, what's written there?
- Greece is the tomb "ton Italon". - What does "ton Italon" mean?
All right, men. We'll all advance very quietly inland.
Keep your eyes open. Strazza, at the rear. Colasanti, in the middle to...
...make sure the radio is safe. Once on top, we'll establish a base. Understood?
Yes, but what does "ton Italon" mean?
"Of Italians."
- Meaning? - "Greece is the tomb of Italians."
There's nobody here.
Your head's burning. You're hot, eh? - Hell!
No objections? I'll go in.
This time we agree?
Not a fucking soul! There's nobody in this town.
Are you crazy?
Didn't you see me? It's me, Farina. Excuse, me! You almost killed me!
- We heard a shot, so we fired.
What the fuck is going on!? Who oppened fire?
- Farina did, Lieutenant! - He had oppened fire, so we fired.
Wait! Lieutenant, I saw the hole thing.
Farina got attacked by a chicken and reacted. The men, taken by surprise...
...thought we were being attacked by Greek chickens.
Stop fooling around! You could have killed him!
- It hadn't been a big loss... - Stop joking.
I was only joking. I meant better a dead chicken than...
It was just to keep up the morale of the troops. You're a bunch of idiots!
- Sorry. I didn't meant that. - It doesn't matter. I was hot.
- Where have all gone? - I don't care.
I cannot care less. I remember a similar thing in Africa.
- What happened? - Nothing.
A patrol went out on reconnaissance.
They found a deserted village where they stopped to sleep.
Following morning there were only bones left.
- Whose bones? - Patrols. They were eaten.
- Everyone. What savages! - What's that nonsense?
- It's not. - But we are not in Africa now.
There should be no cannibals here.
How would you know? How would you know what Greeks eat?
The monastery, call's the Savoy, over. Reply if you can hear me, over.
- How is she, Strazzabosco? - She has pain in her hoof.
The flag is up, Lieutenant.
- Monastery, call's the Savoy, over.
They fled when they saw us coming. They haven't left a single boat behind.
- Monastery, call's the Savoy, over.
They fled in the mountains and will attack us during the night. A classic one.
The monastery, call's the Savoy, reply if you hear me, over.
- Try to keep your eyes open, guys. - I have a contact!
Hello? The monastery here. Can you hear me, Garibaldi? The mission is completed.
No losses. No contact with the enemy. The situation is under control.
We are awaiting new orders. Over.
Top priority. Top priority.
Orders from the Naval Headquarters. We are on a mission.
From now on we cancel all radio contact. Over and out.
Colasanti? Colasanti?
- Well? - Nothing.
Guys, you have to behave properly against the Greeks.
There are no cannibals here, but they once took a soldier...
...and hung him by his feet's and poured hot olive oil in his ass.
- How? - With a funnel.
Goddamn! You are lowering the troop's morality.
No, I tell you, not to do any nonsense.
Can you pass me the chicken?
- What did you do before the war? - I was unemployed...
...I have studied. Then I was unemployed, and I started study...
...again but then, I quit. And you?
Teacher of skiing.
No comments!
Felice? Do you see anything?
Me neither.
- Look, Libero! - Wow! Make a wish.
Hope that we all may return home safely.
Yeah, so do I.
Who lives in hope, dies in shit.
Says Lo Russo, on a meaningless island in the Aegean Sea in 1941.
I am also an author. Good night.
- Sergeant-Major! - What is it?
- Good night. - Go and shit.
One doesn't smoke on guard duty.
Fuck off, Strazzabosco!
If they spot your cigarette, they can shoot you in the forehead.
What are you smoking?
Milit.
Give me a drag.
I scared you, huh?
- What's happening? - Did you hear? Look!
Alarm!
Libero!
- Who the hell yelled? - Farina gave the alarm.
Move it!
Come on, hurry!
- What's happening? - Look there!
We're kicking their asses, eh?
Lieutenant, our side is really beating them!
R. N Garibaldi.
Lieutenant, I hear something but it's mostly static.
- I'm connected... ...here, Lieutenant.
- What do they say? - Wait.
...contact with enemy affected.
What about our man? Where are they?
Wait, I don't understand.
...two units sunk...
- It's the British. - They're speaking English.
... repeat no survivors.
Lieutenant, tell us, too. -I don't know!
How come you don't know? What are we going to do now?
Boys, I don't know!
I understand.
Everyone in position! Maximum alert! No relief.
The Brits could land any minute. Understood?
Move it, on the double!
Stay here Silvana, its dangerous.
Come on!
Stop, who goes there?
It's me, Lo Russo.
- Password. - It's me, I said.
- Identify yourself. Password? - I told you, it's me, Lo Russo.
The password, or we shoot.
All right...
"Savoy or death".
OK, Sergeant, you may proceed.
OK, my ass! Counter password?
"Memento audere semper."
No, you're wrong.
- "Lightning! - No!
- That's was yesterday's password. - "Pizza Margherita!"
Sure! And Four Seasons!
- It's "Queen Margherita"! - Yes, it's "Queen Margherita".
We're supposed to conquer Greece with these four idiots?!
Tomorrow I'll turn you all in. Understood?
- Go take a shit! - Who said that?
Who? Show yourself! Bastards!
I know who that was. I recognized him. Ass-face!
It wasn't me!
It wasn't me? It wasn't me!
Two days' punishment for all and four days for ass-face!
Quiet!
What's that?
The British, I feel it.
Who goes there? The password!
Identify yourself, or I will shoot.
Lieutenant, if it's you, say so.
There!
No! Don't shoot!
Silvana!
My Silvana.
It was Silvana, boys, but...
But I gave you specific orders...
- You said to shoot, and we obeyed. - No. I said, "Stop, who goes there?"
"Identify yourself or I'll shoot."
Calm down! - Calm my shit!
What happened here?
Lieutenant, I said, "Identify yourself or I'll shoot." These guys fired.
Strazza, it wasn't our fault.
Bastards! - No!
- Easy! - Bastards!
This morning the chickens, now the donkey! How will we carry the stuff?
- The radio! - Shit! My radio!
Silvana...
- Broken? - I don't know.
- Can it be fixed? - I don't know.
- Why don't you know? - I said I don't know.
It was our most important equipment! To be kept in top working condition!
We depended on it, and then that creature of a mountain man broke it!
Don't yell. Blaming him won't help now. Stay calm.
Calm, my ass! Stay calm, my ass! We're cut off from the war!
How do we communicate now? With smoke signals?
My Silvana...
We have to keep dignity. To show some combat spirit!
Sing! C'mon! You, too!
Don't be like that? Show me some spirit!
At least a little bit!
Let's go!
There's nothing here.
Ok. Boys, you'll stay here. For observation and liaison.
When you see a ship, send up the signal flares. Toward us, not them.
In two, three days I'll send another shift.
Don't worry about us. We're not too familiar with the sea.
If the relief shift isn't obligatory, we'll stay here.
We'll come to get our supplies.
- Suit yourselves. - Thank you, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant, one second.
Munaron.
The mission "C" is now documented.
See you.
ITALY, I THINK AND DREAM OF YOU.
Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Good morning, Lieutenant. - Good morning.
Some ghost island!
- An island of ghosts. There's nobody here. - The radio?
- Any news? - I've reassembled it. It won't work.
I put him in the kitchen. He has been a chef.
He is a master in cooking eel in tomato sauce.
Lieutenant, he is a master in cooking eel in tomato sauce.
Good. You made right in.
I am a little worried about the boys.
Nothing is going on. Strazzabosco is always alone.
And now Silvana is dead. Besides, he is a gay.
There is nothing wrong with that, but we have regulations.
- Why? - Because he is among the soldiers.
Because he lives among men.
Alexander the Great, also, although he was a great warrior.
- He was a gay, too? - Sure.
But it was in the ancient Greece. It was so long ago.
But here we have regulations.
Homosexual relations are forbidden.
"Punish all homosexual relationships within the squad."
It is clearly written here.
So let's invent something to boost their morale.
We could have them dig a nice trench.
- What for? - Nothing. They'll dig it and cover it up.
- They'll get demoralized. - Let's simulate an attack.
- In this heat? - Then what can I do to...
The weather is hot. - Listen, Lo Russo, think of something.
Now excuse me. I have to update the military diary.
I didn't realize...
Nothing is going on, and he updates a diary?
What is he writting?
- Farina, are you married? - No.
- Engaged? - No.
- Is anyone back home waiting for you? - My folks died when I was little.
I never knew them.
It's nice here, right?
Well...
This may seem like an arid place, a place for sheep...
but here, 2,500 years ago, before Rome, there was a beautiful civilization.
There were poets, philosophers, warriors, goddesses.
We're all their descendants. Even you can find your origins here. Understand?
Do you like poetry?
It depends.
Look... these were written seven centuries before Christ.
You know how to read?
- Not in Greek. - Each poem is translated.
The mountain peaks sleep, along with the valleys, cliffs and gorges...
and creatures of the brown earth...
I like to be alone. I feel better when I'm alone.
When I was a kid, I was afraid of darkness. And emptiness.
I was horrified when I was left alone in a dark and empty room.
A fear of vampires, snakes, heights... These are all normal fears.
This is a strange island. The silence is everywhere.
But this is not a normal silence. Even if you do not want a silence, it is here.
We are cut off from the world on this island.
We are cut off from the life. Our boys are already in Russia.
They are in Moscow, already drinking vodka, having women and eating caviar.
And we are here. I would rather be in the middle of a battle!
In the middle of a battle? - This is like being out of a battle.
If you're in a battle, you can not stay aside.
I'm going to sleep. -Sergeant. -What?
Good night. -Shit.
Wake up! They've arrived! I saw them! They're here!
Lieutenant, wake up!
- What happened, Sergeant? - Where did they land?
- They're everywhere! Many of them! - The British?
No! I tried catching one, but they disappeared.
- Who are they? - Children.
Strange, isn't it? There are no men.
- Just old men and children. - It's fishy.
- It could be an ambush. - I remember similar situation in Spain.
- Sure, sure! - Not again!
Well, don't complain to me later...
Madame, hello.
The men... the soldiers, where are they?
She still has a papa?
You can speak Italian to me. I spent twenty years in Roma.
Italians... Greeks... my face, my race...
One face, one race.
Father, where did all of you go?
Why wasn't anyone here when we arrived?
The Germans were here before you.
They destroyed all the houses and sank the boats.
They took all our men away... deported them.
When we saw your ship, we thought they had come back.
So... we hid.
I know the Italians well.
We don't like strangers in our country, but...
it's lesser of two evils.
I assure you, we'll create the least possible disturbance.
I'd advise you to move into the Mayor's house.
You'll be more comfortable.
Where are you going? We're friends!
Friends, friends.
Wait! Come here!
Regulations prohibit fraternizing with the locals.
The first one who touches woman, hen or rooster...
will be court-martialed. Understood?
Why are you always shouting? Help us instead.
Sergeant Lo Russo shouts whenever he wants to because...
sergeants shout. Is that clear? Is that clear?
A fine hand!
I'm just an amateur.
This man reminds me of the picture of Homer in my school textbook.
For the first time since I left home I feel good.
You're strange, you know?
You don't seem like a soldier.
I was mobilized. In peacetime I'm a high school teacher.
- Did I speak it right? - You speak Greek very well.
I learned Greek through books. The Iliad, the Odyssey, the poets.
I teach about Greece but I've never been here. With my salary...
Who knows. Maybe this is destiny.
Maybe I'm asking too much...
but... have you seen our church?
It's badly damaged.
Would you consider... painting... the walls?
I'd be honored but I'm not good enough to paint frescoes.
Of course you're good enough! For free, of course.
Sergeant, I found some enormous peppers.
For your backache I'll fix a board for your bed.
I'm also fixing up a piece of leather...
Be careful!
Leather...
- How will you cook the peppers? - Stuffed.
Sergeant!
Hi, Noventa.
- Guess what I've got. - A letter.
Yes, to my wife. I'll leave it with you?
Yes, I'll send it.
- It's important. How long will it take? - Like the others.
- I didn't put a stamp. - No problem. You can go, Noventa.
Thanks.
- You've seen the lieutenant? - No.
- The lieutenant's not here? - No.
There's a woman outside asking to talk to the commander.
- The lieutenant isn't here? - The lieutenant's painting frescoes.
We're sweating here, he's in a cool church.
Should I show her in?
If she wants to talk, show her in. If not, she can stay outside.
Lo Russo...
beautiful.
She's beautiful.
That's her.
- Good morning. - You're the captain?
Yes, I am.
- I'm Vassilissa. Vassilissa. - Vassilissa?
- Yes. - A beautiful name.
I'm Lo Russo... Nicola.
- I speak... for "Duliam". - I don't know "Duliam". Sorry.
You don't? Ergassia, you understand?
Do we know Ergassia? Duliam Ergassia?
- Work! Work! - Work?
You want to talk about work? What kind of work do you do?
I'm a "puta".
- "Puta" is Greek for...? - A whore.
- Stop that, please! - Yes! Right! Whore! Yes.
Good.
Good... I mean... there are different ways of saying the same thing.
You're interested?
I have to glance at the regulations...
- but we're very... we'd be interested. - Fine.
And where... let's say... do you conduct your... where do these...
- manifestations take place? The house? - My house.
- Your house. - The blue house... blue.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Off on Thursday.
Friday, Saturday, double shifts. Sunday: Day off. Understood?
- Why not alternate days? - Because this is what I decided.
The order is based on age and rank. So, I'm first.
- The lieutenant's first. - He doesn't go to prostitute. I'm first.
Then Colasanti, then Noventa, Strazzabosco and then little Farina.
- And the two brothers? - The damn Munarons!
Mind your own business!
I'm asking for a volunteer to call the two brothers up in the mountain.
Without a volunteer, the brothers stay where they are.
Speak to me of love, Marie. All my life, it's you.
Your lovely eyes are shining Like two stars, they twinkle
- Sergeant? - Thanks, dear.
I destroyed her.
Tell me you're all mine.
Instead of reading poetry, sing! You'll stop being afraid.
Here, under your heart, I'm no longer suffering.
Bye.
Vassilissa...
Miss Vassilissa.
Vassilissa!
Farina, get the ball!
- She won't give it to me. - Get going! Get it!
Thanks.
Alarm flares from the Munarons. Call the Lieutenant!
All civilians in their homes! The enemy's here! Hurry!
Who is it? The British?
I don't see anyone yet!
Lieutenant, Lieutenant.
- You signaled the alarm? - Yes, Lieutenant.
It's a ship with a red flag.
- Shit! The Russians. - The flag's not exactly Russian.
- It's more like Turkish. - Yeah, Turkish.
- Are the Turks on our side? - What kind of ship?
- Like a fishing boat. - A fishing boat.
You signaled about a fishing boat?
- We were told to report anything... - You did well. It could be a spy.
There he is.
Italians... Turks... One face, one race!
I think it isn't only tobacco.
Say what you want. There's something else in it. Not just tobacco.
The smoke of oblivion. Like in the Odyssey.
Odyssey.
It tastes like sage.
Tell me, do you have other stuff?
Opium... cash...
No, I meant rugs and such things.
No rugs, no rugs.
Lieutenant, rugs, cash, opium, who gives a damn! He doesn't know anything.
- What's happening? What is going on? - Where?
Where else? In Italy... in Europe!
- Dunno. - What "dunno"?
I mean Mussolini, Hitler, Germany!
- Dunno! - What?! Where did you come from?
Cash... Antalya... Fatie... no war.
- Let's confiscate the boat. - Why?
To go to Rhodes, to Italy.
- To where things are happening. - Do you care that much?
Yes! We're in this God-forsaken place.
We don't know what's happening anywhere.
Aren't you curious? I say, let's go to the front where there's action.
Fine...
let's vote.
Whoever agrees with the sergeant to confiscate poor Aziz's boat...
to face a very dangerous journey to Rhodes for two days...
without any certainty of arriving, raise your hand.
Whoever whishes to stay, raise your hand.
I don't vote because of my rank.
We stay.
What kind of voting is that?
We're staying on the island of oblivion.
Smoke some oblivion!
It was a rigged voting.
Did you ever think we'd end up here?
Did you eat chicken with your finger? You pipe's glued to your hands.
Pass it around!
- What's chicken got to do with oblivion? - They both stick to your fingers.
I think this stuff is prohibited in Italy right now.
Why?
Under Fascism everything good is prohibited.
- Would you, Emperor, legalize it? - Who, the raisin?
- What raisin? - What are you talking about?
- As Emperor... - Sergeant Lo Russo.
No guard duty... Savoy, eh? To the boat!
I don't agree.
With the sloppy and relaxed attitude that prevails among you.
Being a comrade, I can't go in against the tide...
I can't go against the wishes of the majority.
I also understand your rebellious attitude toward authority because of...
- the absolute negligence of the state. - What the fuck are you saying, Lo Russo?
What are you saying?
I'm saying what I'm saying. I too feel...
abandoned by my country, by Italy.
And I don't give a shit! And I'll say it again!
They left us here, and here we'll stay! They said, "You'll manage", and...
we're managing.
- What are they saying, Aziz? - Dunno.
You always "dunno". You dunno nothing!
Hi, Aziz. Friend... friend!
Take me home! Take me along! Friends!
Italy, Turkey... one face, one race!
He stole everything! Everything!
Now what! We stay here like a bunch of idiots.
Never trust the Turks.
Hell, don't laugh, Father! We don't even have a weapon.
How can we occupy the island?
Come with me.
We've had weapons all the time.
We're friends, right?
Why won't you make love with me?
- Because. - Are you embarrassed?
What's the most beautiful thing on earth?
Some say a swarm of knights, others say infantrymen, yet others say ships.
I say it's the one I love. And then it continues. A Greek poet wrote it...
over 2,000 years ago.
Yes, but why won't you make love with me? Why?
- I've never done it. - Never?
But...
I want the first time to be for love...
for true love, you understand?
Life isn't enough...
One life isn't enough for me.
There aren't enough days...
too many things to do, too many ideas...
Every sunset upsets me because another day has gone by.
Then I'm moved, because I'm alone...
a tiny dot in the universe.
I'd like to watch sunsets with my mother...
or with a woman I might love.
I'd like to spend the nights alone... alone, or...
maybe with a beautiful slut which is better than alone...
Did the Turk leave any of that stuff?
"Dunno" was his name.
Thanks.
If things were always this way...
if they took your weapons and left this stuff, we'd live better, right?
- Come on, come on. - We're coming.
- You go first. - No, you go.
- No, I won't go! - Go!
You know what Father always said? "If necessary, float on shit."
- I'd like to see him! - Ready? One, two, three...
Vassilissa, what about this?
Mine.
- A gun in your kitchen? - For the enemies.
- May I ask you something? - What?
I've been waiting to ask you... No, no, nothing. Never mind.
Go ahead. Go on.
How come you're a... How come you're... a...
- Prostitute? - Yes.
My mother is a prostitute.
My grandmother's a prostitute.
My sister's a prostitute.
Logical, isn't it?
Logical... logical.
What did you do before?
Where were you? Why did you come here?
- Here? - Yes.
In Athens I worked with the Germans. The Germans brought me here.
They left. I stayed.
The end.
- You like it here? You want to stay here? - I don't know.
It's fine here... for now.
But you'll...
you'll always, always be...
A prostitute? I...
I... I don't know.
Maybe I'll open a tavern.
- It's a massacre! Penalty! - I didn't hurt him!
- Lieutenant, fuck off! - You fuck off!
Calm down!
Now... it's a penalty.
On two conditions.
One: That you do the kicking. Two: That I do the blocking.
I'm hypnotizing you! It's already blocked!
The pepper got you, eh?
Go on!
Kick!
It's been 15 minutes!
I hypnotized you, but...
Don't show me where you'll kick... It's already blocked.
Move away!
What the hell?
My God!
He's Italian. He's one of us.
- Italians? - Lieutenant Raffaele Montini.
Sergeant Nicola Lo Russo.
Lieutenant Carmelo La Rosa. Anyway, I saw it. There was no penalty.
You are Italian soldiers?
I had engine trouble, nothing serious, just a coupling.
I'm headed for Crete. Our division was united with the British.
- The British?! - Sure! They have...
some incredible planes! The British and the Americans are very organized.
British and Americans? Did you surrender?
Who?
You don't know about anything! Not even September 8th?
So what? Every year there's September 8, 9, 10...
What about September 8th?
- How long have you been here? - Since June.
- June of what year? - '41.
- '41, '42... '43... Three years? - What?
You've been here three years?
Hear that? Three years. He's been here three years!
- We've all been here three years! - All of you?
We arrived together.
Then you know nothing? You have no radio, or anything?
- We had one. - I'll explain it all. Mussolini fell.
Italy is divided. South, the British and Americans.
North: The Germans and Fascists. In between the CLN.
- What's the CLN? - National Liberation Committee...
the partisans. There's a civil war.
Friends have become enemies, and vice versa.
There's lots of turmoil, many opportunities, and much to do.
We can't remain outside of it. There are big ideals at stake.
Lots of money can be made.
Done!
- It's fixed. - And this?
The plane's got too many parts! That piece is useless. Leave it there.
I'll let headquarters know you're here. A ship or something might come by.
If you get back, drop in on me in Palermo. Bring the woman, the wives...
whatever, anybody!
Three years! Hard to believe! Three years!
Come on! Take me along! Why can't you?
- Hey, just a minute. - Take me home!
- Take it easy! Calm down.
I am calm.
I want to go home.
You could at least have taken the letters!
It's over.
Soon they'll come for us...
and take us home.
And we won't see each other again.
I don't know how many men I've been with.
I don't remember any of their faces.
When you leave, I won't remember...
you, either.
Yes...
Me, you'll remember.
Let's do it?
Why?
- A nice game, right? - Yes, nice.
- Look who's spoiling everything. - Mind your own business!
You're just lucky, Pope!
The dice are round, but still...
I knew it! I'll never get used to it. It's like drinking sand.
Let it settle on the bottom. Learn to wait.
Smell the aroma, and wait. That's the enjoyment.
What are you saying? Coffee is coffee! You order it, drink it and leave. Shit!
Wait! Everybody waits! What's there to wait for?
- I'll check it. - What happened?
- Hi. What happened? - Farina shot at me.
- What? - It was my turn.
He's inside with her. He wouldn't let me in. I knocked and knocked...
and started knocking down the door. He shot at me from the window.
- Is he crazy? - It seems impossible. What's going on?
- Antonio? - Go away, all of you! You understand?
Leave us alone.
- He's gone nuts! - What'll we do? What'll we do?
- Go get Raffaele. - Me?
- Should I go? - Why me?
- I could go. - Should he go? Go on!
Does it hurt? It must hurt a little. See? It hurts. Go on!
Go, Garibaldi! That guy shoots!
- Nino? - One step closer and I shoot!
Oh, he talks big!
Fuck off, Nino!
- He's real crazy. - An idiot! Real scary.
- It's true. - Let's see it. Does it hurt?
It's not serious.
- Just a scratch. - What the hell got into him?
He's inside with Vassilissa and won't let anyone in.
- Why? - He won't respect the scheduled turns.
Talk to him.
Nino! Raffaele's here to see you.
Antonio, what are you doing?
Nobody' to touch Vassilissa! That goes for you too, Lieutenant.
O. K., Antonio, but that's her line of work.
I mean, she's taken certain psychophysical needs to heart...
she's proposing a solution...
- I mean, she's a prostitute. - Not after today! I love her.
- What? - I love her, Lieutenant. I love her.
He loves her.
Vassilissa?
Do you love him, too?
Yes.
Boys, that changes everything. How can we go against feelings?
- We can't? - What do you say?
We can't.
Because of his feelings, I've got shot in the arm.
Oh, come on, it's not serious.
I have to go back... The color is drying up.
Best wishes and lots of male children... my color's drying.
Get that disinfected.
One guy's color dries, another guy's wound dries. Let's go.
Sorry.
Now Vassilissa and Antonio are man and wife.
Drink to your marriage.
And then you, Antonio, will break the glass...
to make sure nothing will interfere with your happiness.
Italians are like Turks, huh?
One race, one stomach!
Lieutenant.
Where's Noventa?
I don't know.
Know what this reminds me of?
When the vacation was over.
That's when we went back to school. Vacation was over and we headed home.
This atmosphere here reminds me of that moment.
I wonder if it's right.
The world changes, and we're here.
Right or not, that' how it is. It's destiny.
Destiny!
Destiny... can be manipulated...
You can try to have things go as you'd like.
One can change destiny.
It's not easy. Sometimes one has to obey destiny.
Did you see that star?
Did you make a wish?
It's not easy.
Know what I'd like? A nice ship to take me away.
Not that it's bad here. But...
I'm beginning to feel...
a need for a person. Someone...
to be in love with.
Sergeant, I...
I could be that person.
I'm in love with you.
I don't know how the hell it happened.
They're British!
- Can we be sure they're friends now? - Things change.
Italians.
- What did he say? I didn't hear it. - "Italians".
What the fuck do they want?
Dimitri.
Dimitri! They are taliani, are taliani.
Who are those guys?
They used to live here. They're coming home.
Not allowed... not allowed to take animal on the boat.
He and I, we're together.
And we're going home together. To Italy.
If he can't go, I won't go either. I'll stay. I won't move.
Try to move me!
See? A little reasoning... Come, Garibaldi.
How much stuff are you taking?
Sergeant... -What is it?
What is it?!
We'll never see each other again? -Not again!
We will have a long voyage!
Where's Farina? I can't fucking find him.
- I'll look for him. - How much stuff are you taking?
- Where is he? - I don't know.
- Tell me where! They'll leave him here! - I don't know!
- What's up? - "What's up?"?
What's up? What do you want?
What do you mean, "What's up?"? Come out and let's go!
I won't come. This is my house. I'm married... I'm staying here.
Those guys won't wait.
They're British. Your marriage isn't valid in Italy. Move it! Let's go!
It's valid for me. Very valid.
Bring her too. Let's go! They won't wait!
Where to? Where?
I have no home, no job. I'm alone. Why should I leave? No!
Everything's changing. Italy needs rebuilding from the ground up.
There's much confusion. It's a great opportunity.
We'll build a great nation, I promise you. It's also our duty.
What duty? Even you agreed. Remember?
They forgot about us. I want to forget them.
Rebuild Italy, change the world! I don't believe in it. I can't.
I'm staying here.
In an olive barrel on a deserted island? Is that your ambition?
I feel alive, here, for the first time. You understand?
Vassilissa wants to start a restaurant. She needs me.
Don't be upset, Sergeant.
We're friends, aren't we?
Attendant Farina, this is desertion, you know that.
- I love you. - Me too.
I can't believe in it.
An olive?
- I'm not hungry. - Take one.
I said I'm not hungry.
Farina disappeared completely.
Disappeared. I looked everywhere.
- He must have fled to the mountains! - Probably.
Maybe he's right.
Raffaele, we're going to build a great nation.
You'll see. He'll come back to live there, too. You'll see.
Give me an olive.
Italians, Greeks, my race, my face
one face... one race...
Where did you end up?
RESTAURANT VASSILISSA
Lieutenant!
Antonio, I'm so very sorry.
I wasn't sure about the address. Thank you.
Thanks, Lieutenant.
- You've lived here all along? - Yes...
Did you see the restaurant?
I have a surprise for you!
Look who landed here!
Who is he?
Lo Russo!
Fuck! Lieutenant!
What the fuck are you doing here?
Life wasn't so good in Italy.
They didn't let us change anything.
So...
So I told them...
"You won..."
"but don't consider me your accomplice."
That's what I told them.
And so I came here.
And you? What are you doing now?
I'll give you a hand...
DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE RUNNING AWAY
Subtitles by: Scratzz