Shit, that's fast!
You liked that?
Pietro, come here!
I'm talking to you! Come here!
Come here!
What do you want?
Go buy me some cigarettes.
Exports without filter.
I'm playing.
I spit on the ground.
If you go back before it dries, I'll give you 20 lire.
Hurry, the spit dries quickly.
Run, Pietro!
Run, Pietro! Go!
Go, run!
Peppino, hurry!
Hurry!
...a people of peace.
Raise your voices!
A people that say:
Il Duce, Duce, Duce!
Peppino Torrenuova.
Why aren't you singing?
Answer me! Cat got your tongue?
Get your book out.
Where did you put your book and excercises?
Speak!
Where's the book? Answer me, subversive!
I'm talking to you, what happened to the book?
The crapa ate it!
- Speaks Italian! - The crapa ate it!
The *crapa*?
You want to make a fool out of me?
Singular... and plural.
The schoolboy...
The schoolboys...
The dream of Sofonisba!
Bring Karthalo to interpret my dream!
What a pain in the ass!
Vagabonds!
I don't call for the Queen.
But the Queen calls for me.
For Gurzil, the God of War...
...and for our gods...
I consecrate my iron!
- What did he say? - My iron. My sword!
Offered him the sword! Are you blind too?
Can't I ask a question?
Silence, ignorant fools! Savages!
Thus, through the artifice of the royal enchantress...
...the indomidable Numida is induced to renounce the Roman faith!
And suck!
Now enough with this crap!
- It was Cicco Torrenuova! - Not true!
Get out you bloated bagpipe!
It wasn't me, I swear!
You think you're smarter because you read? It was you!
Bite him, Ciccio!
Come on, Cicco!
- Who's that? - Cicco from Bagheria.
You screwed me yet again.
- I have no reason to thank you. - Bravo, Cicco.
Brain of mush...
...and teeth of steel.
What do you say?
The other was younger. You have to drop the price 300 lira at least.
300? Why, do my children come to eat at your house?
Let them come over. We've bread and onions for all.
To work!
The day's ending! Move!
Hurry, go ahead!
Come on. To work!
Look at these two lazy bums!
Come on, get to work!
Cuckold!
You have to pick Ten. Don't forget.
- Nino, what did he say? - Nothing. Hurry, we are late.
- We can't even steal these half-rotten olives?
Steal what? If we do, we'll be in deep shit with Don Giacinto.
How many olives you steal today?
Olives?
- Good evening, Don Giacinto. - Hello, Bidoti.
Seven and three, ten!
Get out of my sight!
Why don't you feel up your sister, creep!
- Creep to who? Who? - Get out!
I do not want trouble at my home. Enough!
I don't want to see you again!
You and all your race!
Eight and two, ten!
Nine and a half.
This one's only half full.
Little punk!
- Then I've come up short, Don Giacinto. - Whose son are you?
He's Cicco Torrenuova's.
Sorry. A contract is a contract.
It was supposed to be ten baskets.
- Nino - Let him go!
- He's a baby! - Piece of shit.
- You like it? - Yes, but you really know him?
He's my cousin!
Throw out that crap!
Take care. Keep your hands still.
For just an hour...
I want you!
To tell you something...
...that you don't know!
This one thinks he's witty.
He's good!
I would give...
...my life...
...for you.
What are we going to do with you?
Subversive!
For just an hour...
Kick his ass!
Come on! Let me earn my bread.
I didn't write the song. I just sing it!
Cicco, the books are in the dressing room. Take them!
Books, eh?
- You were the one laughing! - Me?
Are you joking?
Shakespeare... and Manzoni. That's right.
- Dad, why did they arrest your cousin?
We'll talk about it when we get home.
You know you have to get up early, right?
Yes, I know. Do you know how long I'll have to stay out?
A month and a half, two months.
What? Are you afraid?
Be careful, son. Do everything Uncle Minicu asks.
- Ok. - Understand?
Goodbye, Mother.
- Goodbye, Nino! - Bye, Peppino. Take care.
That's not quite what we agreed to.
I'll add another cheese roll and ricotta. I can't do more.
Make it three cacicavalli and four rolls and keep him another month.
Okay, Cicco. So long as you are happy.
- Go earn your bread, Peppino. - Say bye to everyone for me.
May good fortune follow you!
And study every once in a while!
- Good morning, Don Carlo. - Good Sunday.
God bless you, Don Carlo.
Whose turn is it?
- Let Don Carlo go first! - You're too kind.
- A kilo of beef stock. - Which part do you want it from?
The neck?
Or the hip?
From the neck, thanks.
Be careful you don't cut yourself.
Could you give me some leftovers for the cat?
Mom?
- You're mad. - I don't give a Fuck if I'm crazy.
The neighbors don't need to know it's been a week since we ate.
- And if we die of hunger? - Never mind!
Better dead than maligned. Remember that.
- How are we today, Tana? - Can't complain. Thank God
See those three peaks up there?
Under those three rocks there is a treasure.
Treasure?
The ancients said that if you throw a stone and hit all three...
...below you will open a cave full of gold!
We've all tried for hundreds of years!
- It's hard! - That's why no one ever succeeded.
- Then it's pure bullshit! - Who knows?
Until a stone hits all three...
...we can't say it's not true.
Try again!
Shit, they're eating my books!
How beautiful this sausage!
Beautiful sausage! So fresh!
What beautiful sausage!
Half a liter please.
How beautiful this sausage!
Look how beautiful!
It's completely pork meat! It's just a fat pig!
How beautiful this sausage!
Look at it!
Look at that beauty. The whole hog!
Look how beautiful!
Get the fuck out of here.
It's completely pork!
Buy it!
Whole hog!
It's all made of pigs! Beautiful!
- Where are you taking him? - Prison.
Whole hog!
This sausage is the whole hog!
- Peppino, get me three quarters take it to my wife.
What do you want?
- Go waste your time somewhere else! - Don't be afraid.
- Perfect. - Perfect what?
Half a sandwhich with four fritters.
Fritter sandwhiches...
How long are you going to take with that one sandwhich?
If it was me, in four bites I wouldn't even leave crumbs.
Give me one with four fritters!
Good thinking. We'll eat well.
Come here.
- You said four? - Yes, four.
One...
two...
...three and four.
Get the smallest.
Let's see if you are a man of your word.
Swollow!
- You'll choke him! - Hush you!
Eat! Chew you bastard!
Now you eat them one by one or I'll cut off your head!
- Go home! - Shame on you!
You, eat it!
- He's just a child. - Give him time...
- Shame. - Get the sandwhiches!
Maestro, is this hassle going to last much longer?
Silence, shameless fools!
If you move we'll never be done! How many times must I tell you?
If you have to talk, talk. But standing still!
Why did I do this? Lord, forgive me!
Renato!
Are we sure it'll come out good?
Father, it's useless to come asking. You can only judge it at the end.
Realism, I can understand.
But why must the apostles and the angels have faces...
...of these starving bums?
Father, if you want we can go home!
- Back to your places! - Beaten and mistreated!
- Shameless! - Jesus Christ...
You want to argue too?
And the Blessed Virgin; did you find her?
- Yes. Two of them. Beautiful. - Two?
- The Blessed Virgin is always one! - I still need to choose.
The daughter of Princess or the daughter of the vintner.
Oh, my Lord!
Don't play around!
Peppino, how do you want them cut?
- You know how they do Rudolph Valentino? - No sir.
- Then do whatever the fuck you can. - Bad temper!
What did I do?
Sit still.
Mail for Torrenuova!
For you son, Nino.
What?
Pa. Did my draft summons come?
This time things are looking black.
Half a liter.
- But what will Stalin do? - What should he do?
- Peppino, get out. - I won't speak with anyone.
You're still too young. Be patience.
Alright, goodbye to all.
Look at those three in front by Ignatius'.
I do not like that at all.
- Are you Ignazio, the poet? - Who are you?
- Joachim Corrao, from Palermo. - And what do you want?
I was in prison, political.
- What do you want from me? - Some friends told me you can help.
They told you that, eh?
If you could lend a book of Marxssss.
Marxssss?
- And who are they? - Friends.
Marxsss?
Why don't you go read Mickey Mouse, asshole!
Fascists my ass!
It wasn't enough that you shut down my newspaper?
You want to take even my bread from my mouth?
Curse you all!
I will not go to make war.
- Nino! - Peppino!
I'm over here!
I beg you, looks after the old people!
I beg you! Don't get shot!
Bye!
Don Mariano! You fired me because I was sick.
This is my daughter Sarina. She's young and works as a mule.
- Worth four men. Take her! - Times are tough, Mother Tana!
Work is scarce.
See how many people I have?
By the end of June I must send away half!
Run! Run! They killed a man at Buttitta st.!
I swear!
In the dark? How did you see it?
- I tripped over him! - Tripped?
And how did you know it's a man and not a woman?
Come on, answer!
Check out these idiots! You'd think I killed him!
How long are you going to take for one sandwhich?
Me? In four bites I wouldn't even leave crumbs!
Good for you then.
Heads up!
Hurry!
Run, Peppino! Rosalie, you too!
Don't worry, we'll go to the shelter!
- You're shaking like a leaf! - I'm not afraid of bombs.
But I am afraid of my mother's screams!
Calm down.
They'll bomb Palermo, not here.
Peppino! They say the Americans have landed!
Tear up your shitty shirt! I'll give you one of mine!
The party of the poor!
Come!
Shit, a safe!
Try this!
Give it to me. Make way!
A small hand!
No. Not so.
- This one! - It's Peppino!
Sticks your hand in.
What have you found?
What do you feel?
There's money!
Asshole!
Give me the money!
Fuck!
Son of a bitch! The money! I saw it first!
Stop! Stop, thief!
Well split it!
We'll split it!
We've arrived!
Mannina, they're like locusts!
Dad, we arrived too late!
Jerks! Did they leave anything?
Let's try somewhere else.
Are we really going home without looting anything!?
Move.
Wait a sec...
- What can we do with it? - What do I know!
- We'll enlarge a window and put it there. - Good idea.
At least we'll have a momento of the war's end.
- It's broken aready! - What? Is it made of ricotta?
That's good.
What?
- Mannina, I don't understand. - I think he said salad.
Go fuck yourself.
Onio! Onio! What the fuck are they talking about?
Ah, onions!
Mom, he wants onions.
These?
Son of a bitch. You couldn't say that earlier?
Gift.
- What is it? - A parachute.
What are we going to do with that?
Do not go into the fields! It's full of American bombs!
They're going to play in the bombs! Madonna!
Mammina, make it a little larger so he can wear it next year.
What do you think? Is there enough material?
Here's a belt.
Pull it straight.
One.
Two.
Three.
Is that belt really a meter? He's got a belly like a barrel!
I measured it myself. It's precisley a meter long.
What? You don't trust Don Giacinto?
For heaven's sake no, Don Giacinto. But I don't want to sell my land.
Come on. I'm offering a fair price.
Are you fucking over this poor man?
Who asked you to speak?
My belt's a meter and I'm thin as an anchovy!
- Torrenuova! - Yes, Torrenuova.
You give me shit. But you still steal grass from my property.
- It'll be yours when you buy it. - Put back every blade of grass.
Otherwise I'll teach you not to joke, thief!
Peppino Torrenuova. Here's your membership!
- Thanks very much, Turiddu. - You're welcome!
- Can we give my brother-in-law one now? - No, not him.
Why? He always reads the Worker's Times.
He reads it, sure. But every morning he eats two eggs.
Meanwhile, read this.
The duties of party members...
Every communist party member...
...must improve their own capacity to work...
...manual and intellectual.
Must always have solidarity with other party members...
...and lead a life which is private, honest, and exemplary!
Wet your lips.
- What can I wet them with? - Your spit. Just lick them!
What's all this smiling? Smile less.
I'll smile if I want. I came here with a purpose!
To smile? What's so funny?
That's for me to know! You just take the photograph!
Whatever makes you happy...
Don't breathe.
- They're cages for mice. - How many mice are there in town?
What are they? Chicken cages?
Their ballot boxes for the referendum. Ignoranamus.
What? I can't even ask?
Look at Don Carlo Mina.
Did he get younger?
- That's his nephew. - The little one.
He's uncle's getting older... Though he's still...
The nephew, it seems, wants to get in on the action too.
Hello, Mannina.
Good morning, Tituzza.
- Where you going? - Embroidery class. Where else would I go?
- Good job. - Thank you.
- Jerk! - You want to wash our feet?
Don't worry. It's just fresh milk.
Hush you!
To refresh the mouth.
Maruzza, come and dance!
One, two, three, four...
You dog! Is this how'd you'd treat a girlfriend?
- So you decided I'm the girl, eh? - Did I offend the politician!
Never you mind. I'm the only girl here!
Fags!
- You an anarchist? - Republican.
So we can can marry then!
Onofrio Pace.
Peppino Torrenuova. It's a pleasure.
Teresa, when will you get married?
I'll have to educate all the men of bagheria first.
Who do you want?
The king...
or a Republic?
Whose interests does the king look after?
The king looks after his own interests.
Then whose interests does a Republic serve?
A Republic looks after everyone's interests!
It's rigged!
It's for poor people...
Communist sons of bitches!
I buy dollars!
Don't touch the King!
I'll kill you!
It's me!
Stop, it's me!
Nino
Asshole! The war didn't kill me and you want to finish the job?
They're related!
Do me this one favor.
- Only one, though. - Just one.
A dance for the uninvited!
Enjoy!
A small Palermo villa... So much joy...
Miss...
Could I have the pleasure of a dance?
Shit, men and women dancing!
- Who is that? - What do I know?
- But you didn't stop them. - Why don't you stop them then?
Men and women of Bagheria:
Thank you for this leap of liberty and progress!
After the victory of the Republic this dance tonight...
...will be the start of Socialism!
- Socialism... What does that mean? - You know how to dance?
- No. - Then you can't understand.
May I introduce myself?
There's no need...
I know your name.
Can I offer you a sweet?
Or a sweet almond?
Or a candy carob or something else.
Take one as a favor to me.
- 35 cents. - Yes... uhm...
- We'll settle our account later. - Long live socialism!
Get inside!
Dear Mammina, I hope this letter finds you well.
I've been traveling many days for some buisness.
That's why we haven't seen each other much.
It's hard work... though luckily it pays well.
I always think of you.
I can't wait to see you and be with you again.
Also, I have decided to talk with your parents.
But first there's something you must know.
I'm a Communist.
And people say a lot of things about us.
For example: that we eat babies.
Dearest Mannina, trust that this is not true.
It's just gossip. Furthermore I give you my word of honor...
...that I have never eaten, not even a single baby!
It's right that you should be informed of this hateful gossip.
Because I love you, as you know.
But honesty should always come first.
At least between us two.
Hello. Do you have mourning buttons?
- How many? - All of them.
- But there's more than 200. - Do you have more?
How much?
60 lira.
We've got 55 lira.
Close enough.
- My condolences. - Thank you!
Who knows who just died!
May Day celebration incites barbaric massacre at Ginestra
Dear Peppino. I'm good. I hope you are too.
Even though yesterday I saw you on the street looking a little glum.
You say your well off, but my parents have heard from people they trust...
...that you are penniless name and that your family is disgraced...
...becuase all the cows you bought at the end of the war with the money you found...
...took ill one after the other, and thus you don't even have eyes to cry.
But that's nothing. Some say of you Communists...
...that though you don't eat babies...
...you're worse than the disease that struck your cows.
I don't beleive it my love. But my parents, who can't read or write...
...have decided to engage me to someone who owns a lot of land.
Help me, Peppino. I don't know what to do.
I buy dollars!
Children, Go!
Get up!
You can't stay here! Get up, I say!
Stupid.
Can't you see I'm dying?
Yeah right. Get up!
You'd deny me even this pleasure.
Pietro Lanza is dead!
- Why aren't you wearng my ring? - It's too tight.
Effectivley, too small.
- Give it to me, I'll enlarge it. - Just A little.
So how's it... what's going... Uh...
Why don't you trust in me? Whenever I come you go to work.
If you don't like it you can stay home.
Tell me if you have kissed. For I'll jump to my death.
Let him try! I'll cut him with a knife!
Good... Women's liberation, must come from the woman herself.
So the party says.
Does the party says to take the woman you love and take her away?
It doesn't say so...
But I think it...
Then ravish me.
- When will this pain in the ass be over? - It's him!
When you break your horns somewhere else!
Isn't it better that you speak?
Never mind my girlfriend!
Talk to each other!
Fine. Let's talk.
Let's talk.
Talk to each other!
Let's talk.
Silence!
Let's talk.
Talk to each other!
- What do we have to say? - Fucker!
Dad!
It'll be better for you if you go home!
- Why do you want to ruin my life? - We'll talk at home.
It doesn't matter. Everyone knows anyways!
Look me in the eye! Do I deserve this end?
- He's rich! Understand? - But he's an idiot!
- I'll decide my fiance. - You are already betrothed!
How you betrothed me, release me!
Take back the ring. I got it appraised: It's false!
And the photograph. So ugly I can't look at it!
And tell him not to come around anymore!
Remember, the boyfriend you want...
...will never set foot in my house!
She's right, ravish her. Everyone does it and that will be that.
Where will I take her, the Grand Hotel?
- I have not even a Lira! - You can stay at the office for a while.
We'll clean it up.
With all due respect, my wife and I...
...spending out first wedding night under the portrait of Stalin?
If the film is American why are they speaking Italian?
Stupid, isn't the sound system Italian?
Shit. Good point!
I hadn't thought of that!
It's true!
I hadn't thought of that!
For today you can go.
Who is it?
Peppino! What are you doing here? What if someone comes?
Stay calm.
No one can get in.
I was thinking of you.
Wretch!
You ruined my daughter! What do I do now?
- What do I do now? - Guys, they're kissing again.
Get down!
Get out homewrecker!
We two will not move from here! Deal with it!
Dear daughter, speak to me.
And what should I say? He's ravished me already!
Why kind of ravishing is it where you don't even leave the house!
Help me, if my husband finds them in there, it'll be pandemonium!
I'll do what I can.
Peppino?
Nino
I heard you, Nino!
Mind your own business!
Peppino, don't respond. Let them be!
- Should I go then? - Do I have to say it in Turkish?!
- Are you still here? - Head of a mule!
Mr. Cicco
May the Lord reward you.
Peppino!
It's me; your father.
Come on. Come with me. I'll deal with it.
Go to the farm. I'll see you at home.
Could it have been any worse if we slept in the street?
What street? We get all the amenities here!
Come on. Come on. Let's hurry up.
Forward!
Look Pinnazza, he was arrested with that other one there.
- The rings... - Yeah right. Rings.
- You don't even have rings? - Sarina...
Ah youth!
Okay...
His father hanged himself and he gambled away the property.
Maria Anna Ascalia. Do you take this man...
- Giuseppie Testasecca - Torrenuova.
- Terranuova... - Torrenuova!
Whatever. It's all the same.
My cousin, who has cirrhosis. He looks younger!
...all the days of your lives...
How can we do this?
If you're going to do such a bad job then we shouldn't even bother.
- Aren't you Peppino the Communist? - See, I didn't even want to come here.
Whatever God wants. Bring the next two.
Father, do us the favor. So what if he's a Communist?
He's already painted among the saints!
- So will you take him or not? - Of course!
Take the blood.
Blood!
Take the blood. One at a time.
Drink it while it's hot.
Are you sure?
When I was expecting your mother I was anemic too. It cured me.
Drink. Don't be afraid!
Isn't it good?
I'll talk with your father.
Go to his house for now.
I only regret that...
...when you deliver, I won't be around anymore.
Poor thing, what a tragedy.
What happened?
The eggs were broken, my son. I'm sorry.
Broken eggs?
How are you?
Ok...
Too many disappointments.
How much to take me to Point Guglia?
Get in, Peppino.
Let's go.
He's good.
Fresh from Naples! American clothes as new!
Look at this suit! - Pity that I can't wear it. Too tight!
Look at this Prince of Wales suit. Wouldn't it be good for Peppino?
It would. But would he ever wear an American suit?
And look; It's all oily!
Give it to me.
Philip! This suit'll cost more to clean than to buy!
- What? You want the difference? - No, I want what's right.
- Charge nothing and we'll be even. - Father, son, and the holy spirit.
It would be nice if we had it ready by the time he's back from Rome
...before the Party Congress.
- Do not look! - Why?
- Pregnant women who look at the monsters of Villa Palagonia...
...have children that are half-man and half-beast!
- Goodness gracious! - Come.
Michael, Angela, look who's here!
Michael! Come here!
Dad!
In a socialist government. Even a cook can become president!
And me? What could I become?
The way you cook...
They'll arrest you immediately.
- Why? Isn't it good? - Of course, it's good.
I was joking.
When we come to power, we'll make you Pope!
And you needed to go study with Communists to learn this idiocy?
Maninna. In those classes I learned the great works of the Socialist ideology.
I learned politics...
...the art of conducting meetings...
...I learned, in short, how to be the vanguard that changes all of Italy!
To improve our future...
Go find a job for Peppino Torrenuova if you don't want to be a shepherd forever.
Come on, you stupid cow!
So, did you meet Togliatti? What's he like in person?
Come on.
You've got nothing to tell me? You didn't meet anyone?
- Yes, Yes, I met Togliatti! - And what did he say?
- To set fire to the barn and the animals! - Bad temper!
They want to make a European force under the command of the Americans!
What's this says the mother? I have to give my flesh and blood to an American General?
I buy dollars!
And who is this general?
If my son dies... if he falls ill...
How will I visit him in the hospital?
In London, Brussels, Amsterdam, Asia...
Where are these countries? How will I get there?
Water.
I buy dollars!
Sicilian women understand...
...what this European force is.
And they understand how many mother's sons...
...from 1940 to 46 are no longer to be found.
They were dispersed around the world! And this should not be repeated!
Water.
I buy dollars!
When General Eisenhower came to Italy...
...sicilian women went out into the streets...
To say no to war!
Shame on you Americans:
The Sicilian people will not be cannon fodder for anybody!
Water!
Is my shop license ready?
- Ready?! It takes six months! - Can't you do it sooner?
If the law says 6 months, it's 6 months.
In truth, Don Carlomina sent me.
Well... the big one or the small one?
The small one.
That'll work. Wait half an hour.
It is a terrace of 15, 20, 30 meters at most. What should I do?
Build it first then worry about it.
ID card?
You forgot?
President. I'll vouch for her. She's my wife.
She has no documents.
Fine. Go on.
Please ma'am, over here.
- Remember, the first in the top left. - What's this, electioneering?
- Torrenuova, this is the fourth time! - She's my wife!
I don't care if she's Saint Rosalie! You can't interfere.
Pardon.
Holy mother! Peppino!
Again!
Torrenuova, you cannot enter the voting booth!
President. It's an emergency! It's her eighth month!
- Maybe even her ninth! - This is a trick!
How cute!
Just like his father!
4.2 kilos exactly.
He didn't even eat 300 grams.
But I see him looking fat!
- Mark my accounts. I'll pay you later. - Don't mention it.
Madam Rosa, can you lend me 150 lira?
- I'll repay you at the end of the month. - My daughter...
Cicco Torrenuova! Did you find America in my land?
- What happened? - Look.
Oh, St. Joseph! Excuse me, Don Giacinto.
This farce must end!
Once 'cause you're reading, once 'cause you're sleeping...
I'll behead every one of these filthy sheep!
- I didn't do it on purpose! - Any excuse to steal!
- Now you're talking too much. - What? Are you going to bite me?
...with those four rotten teeth in your head?
I may have few teeth left...
...but I have many years on you and deserve respect!
Disrespectful scoundrel!
Dad, we're waiting for you.
Eat, my children.
I have to finish steaming my cough.
How long do you have to steam it?
Pa!
- No... - What happened?
It's nothing. I tripped and fell to the ground.
You drink first.
I buy dollars!
Hello, Don Giacinto.
What is it, Torrenuova?
Boys, run!
- Don Giacinto... - There's no need to help.
If you touch my father again, I'll pop your eyes out.
Shame!
They come to rob me at my home...
...and I have to keep my mouth shut? This is your Communism?
When you're robbed, call the police.
You don't beat up an old man. Wretch!
- Who's that? - Peppino the Communist.
Like father, like sons!
Well... at least he knows how to dress.
Leave him alone...
Don't you bust my balls too!
I buy dollars!
I see a lot of names here...
...just for example, comrade Torrenuova.
Is he here?
I'm here, comrade Corteccia.
I see here that you are in charge of a lot, even in the union.
But I must be honest...
Comrade Torrenuova, you haven't written even a single book?
You don't even have a degree?
Blame the goat!
What could you contribute to the Kremlin?
What can you bring back? After all, this is not a vacation.
Are you prepared?
In what sense?
Do you have a heavy coat?
And now who'll cut off the dragon's head?
The spokesman of the provincial federation.
I knew the undersigned would take it in the ass.
Comrades, what a surprise!
Liborio!
Excuse me, but...
What a pleasure.
- Nice to see you! - Pace! You've grown.
Sit!
What's the word from Palermo?
Not much. We hear a bit now and then.
- To what do I owe the honor, comrades? - Listen, comrade...
We recently heard that you purchased a tailored coat.
Is it forbidden?
Who told you guys?
Bolshevik counter-espionage.
Yes, but I'm paying in installments.
- I'm not rich. - Can we see this coat?
What color is it?
Lodon fog.
- May I ask the reason? - Party orders.
Beautiful!
His ass is big as a house!
It's a bit long. I must have it shortend.
Shorten what? The coat is fine!
Today is Sunday, we cut off Mingo's head.
Mingo's not there, so we'll cut off the king's...
- Mom, will it be much longer? - We're nearly there.
- the soldier's at war... - Don't stick your head out, you'll fall!
- Mom. Can we talk to him? - You can only look at him.
But...
...if you speak to him, he can hear you.
And he'll understand that it's us?
- He can see us? - What? Am I speaking Chinese?
Give me your hand, close your eyes...
...and walk with me.
When I say three, open them.
Stop here.
Raise your heads.
One, two...
...and three.
- I don't see anything. - Where's daddy?
Annicchia, what happened to the saints and the Virgin Mary?
The Cardinal made them paint over it. There was too much gossip!
Pity.
Let's go.
So we can't see daddy?
- Yes, but we'll have to wait. - Where is he?
In a big big country, where everyone is rich.
When he gets back, will he bring me a toy soldier?
Madonna, I can't look!
Goodness, health and providence!
There.
- Thanks, I'll be by later for my medicine. - Come after lunch.
My fiance's fine! My fiance's fine!
Goodness, health and providence... My fiance's fine!
Goodness, health and providence...
- Mother Tana! - No, my child.
My name is Masina.
Is it possible?
I understand. Your mother passed away some time ago.
- Come in! Sit! Eat something. - Thank you, Paula.
Come, my house is yours.
Mannina...
It she not the portrait of my mother?
- Take a good look. - It's true!
My fiance's fine!
- Is someone in the family far away? - Yes
Michael!
Angela!
- Goodness, look! - Dad!
My fiance's fine!