Once upon a time, many years ago...
a foreign king...
came to conquer the land where our ancestors lived.
Alexander, then, who descended from the aeolian,
a race of warriors that governed in the mountains around,
created a group of select macedonians
that finished the foreigner and freed our land.
Overcoming and liberating nations and tongues...
he saw the depths of Asia.
One afternoon...
he was sitting, looking at the sun that drowned at a great river...
and he got sad.
That night he abandoned his partners and left...
alone, in search of the end of the world.
Long live the 20th Century!
Who goes there?
I come to a stage in the darkness...
while the orchestra plays an introduction...
And suddenly... The light.
All the lights are directed at me.
The men shout of excitement...
and throw their hats to the air.
Mrs Arthur is a woman...
of whom everybody talks, talks, talks forever.
Without newspapers, nothing, no publicity, she has a great collection of lovers.
Everybody wanted to be loved by her...
Everybody wooed her, but why?
And not even being so pretty...
there was something about her.
Mrs Arthur is a woman...
of whom everybody talks, talks, talks forever.
Without newspapers, nothing, no publicity, she has a great collection of lovers.
of whom everybody talks, talks, talks forever.
Her size is quite normal, her eyes small but bright.
her nose pointy, her voice clear, her feet arched and lively.
Allow me to introduce missis and...
mister Delers,
who wanted so much to meet you.
What is he saying?
Something in old greek.
He didn't understand what I said!
Wait, gentlemen...
Lord Lancaster,
are you leaving so soon?
Your Excellency, we just entered the 20th Century.
The Byron's dream...
was to see the sun rise from the sea...
between the pillars of the Poseidon's temple in Sunion...
announcing the birth of a new century.
What a unique experience!
Mr Minister.
Is it true you quitted and join the opposition?
My wife will be happy. This night she danced with the king.
What did he say?
I think he is an admirer of Natalia.
Minister, our company insists in leasing...
the coal mine in Mavrovuni for at least 50 years.
After all we have invested too much and now it's neccesary.
Machinery equipment, living accommodation, railway...
and half of the neccesary facilities.
Apart form the compensation.
Shall I translate, Madame?
- It's not important! - Indeed.
Mister Delers and I hope that thing are getting better in Crete.
Our only fear, prime minister,
is that the indemnification with option of buying, wins.
The report of the samples of coal has arrived.
The main obstacle is the peasants.
They keep claiming the land beneath Mavrovuni.
We need to hear their offers.
Mr. Milison, thanks for the carriage and the driver.
My god, its raining!
What do you expect of this new century?
I am your guide.
This is the temple of Poseidon.
After the victorious battle that the athenians won at Marathon...
at Salamina...
and the last at Platea in 479 b.C.,
when they expelled persians from Greece once for all...
they didn't forget the gods who had helped them to win,
Athena and Poseidon.
To Athena they dedicated the Parthenon
and on Cape Sunion they erected in honor of Poseidon,
this doric temple of marble, dominating with its shining,
splendid in its whiteness, above the steep rock...
splashed by the surgy foam.
Ray of sun.
Oh, the most beautiful ray...
never seen between the seven doors!
You who were born in the golden day...
from the last sunrise in which the green ray of Circe struck...
stripping him from his shining harness,
when riding from Argos.
I, Alexander,
chief of the rebels,
I write to his Majesty, the government and the embassador of England.
The lords are safe.
Your gentleness must mediate...
so that the land is returned to their original owners.
and grant us an amnesty to me and my men.
And to the rest of the prisoners...
that we left in the mountains,
since they had robbed us from our rights...
and we took it from the landowners and usurers.
I will give freedom to the lord and teachers...
so everybody is fine, and no blood falls in vain.
Alexander the Great.
And his name is Alexander!
Nobody knows where he came from.
They found the boy wandering in the hills...
and when they asked his name he answered: Alexander!
And nobody found anything else about him.
Blessed be the bread. Blessed be the wine.
Blessed be the hay for the horses.
My Alexander the Great, you are the wind.
My Saint George, you are the dragon killer.
Blessed be the silence. Blessed be the sound.
Blessed be the great word.
My Alexander the Great, you are the sun.
My Saint George, you are the killer!
Blessed be the sword.
My Alexander the Great, you are the flame.
My Saint George, you are the fire.
Five years in jail, captain.
I've obfuscated.
Message from the government.
The government has decided to pay the neccesary rescue...
for the freedom of the captive,
but denies an amnesty...
because the Constitution clearly prohibits it.
The sole concern of Her Majesty and her government
is that no one of her subjects has the life endangered.
Her Majesty's government maintains no interest...
in the fullfilment of the greek constitution,
and warns the greek government...
that the most serious consequences would arise...
if it didn't manage this affair.
We are italian anarchists, the police hunts us.
In the city we have heard of Alexander.
We are also going to town.
Turn back!
Be calm!
We welcome you to the community.
We are glad you're back.
You are one of us...
and the town is yours too.
But since you've left there's been many changes,
you will see.
We're planning to meet tomorrow...
to talk about the problems that are now arising...
including the kidnapping of foreigners.
Teacher, we are all very happy.
The most important thing...
is not to risk the town.
The lords are powerful people.
The field will be covered with soldiers.
Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll talk about that.
Tonight we invite you to celebrate the return.
Captain and company, be welcomed.
Welcome, father.
I am back, woman.
Piero Cori told me about the community experience you are living here.
I met him in Paris.
I saw him again in 93, in a proletarian congress in Genova.
We didn't think alike.
Yes, we know.
The despicable mask has fallen,
the man remains, no scepter, free, no limits, equal,
no classes, no tribe or nations, no fear, no worship, degree, king of himself!
It seems like a dream.
Who are you?
Italian anarchists, the police hunts us.
What do you want?
We ask you to let us stay here...
the time neccesary so that they don't capture us.
We will respect your ideas.
But to stay...
you must respect the conditions of the community.
To work in the community workshop...
with the cattle or any other task.
To respect the decisions of the popular tribune.
To defend the community in case of neccesity.
To respect the sovereign will plebiscite of the community.
Here there's no private property.
Everything is for everyone.
Men and women have the same rights.
Father...
Open the door, father.
Tell me, handsome young man, truthful and blonde,
tell me what's your homeland.
I love the town, the world is my country...
and my faith is the freedom of thought.
The houses are of those who inhabit them.
The time is of the philosophers, the time is of the philosophers.
The houses are of those who inhabit them.
The time is of the philosophers, the land of he who plows it.
Goodbye, my little home, goodbye,
my dear mother, and father.
The town welcomes you to the party and the community.
My intrepid fist for the commune,
like Leonidas, I'll know how to die.
Teacher,
the town has changed.
So many years in jail...
And now that we are back we have nothing.
Everything belongs to the community.
Our things are no longer ours,
we beg our women,
we beg our sons,
we beg our cattle.
Captain, we're surrounded,
the army is everywhere,
in the river, in the trees, in the cabins.
Why, captain?
We had forgotten,
we don't need to know the hour. Nobody determines us.
Down with clocks!
Message from the captain, Alexander the Great.
The little lord has a cold.
Everybody else is alright,
but as time passes, they begin to be afraid...
that you decide...
to sacrifice them for the homeland...
and that stuff.
- In the last class... - Teacher!
I suggest there's no class for today.
Despite what happened, we must continue like before.
Exactly because of that we shouldn't leave anything on hold.
The sheep were murdered.
I suggest a trial.
But we need the accused.
Who will bring them?
We think is time now...
to give a politic meaning to the kidnapping theme.
We should consider the english political prisoners and judge them.
They are enemies of the town.
We're surrounded since morning.
They have caught us unguarded.
The dead sheep is the least of our problems.
Beginning from now, we won't make any decisions.
We are a majority, teacher.
Angel's sword,
listen to the words.
This blade doesn't know the law,
your head will befall.
If you don't kill, they will kill you.
Have you lowered your head? The blade is merciless..
Have you doubted? I will crush you.
If we decide on violence, we'll all be lost.
Bad for us, bad for them.
The masons say a rock has seven faces.
The cautious is to try with all of them.
I vote for the trial to be celebrated...
as if they were present...
and the sentence will be executed...
when we regain normality.
Us, the elected judges by the community,
will gather to sentence Alexander the great and his men...
for destruction of public property.
Captain, and the erst, what's our defense?
I found him trying to enter town in disguise.
He wants to talk to you.