1900

25th of April 1945

Liberation Day

The war is over.

Why?

Hurry, comrades, in the name of Stalin!

The Black Shirt bandits are here!

-Quick! Let's wipe them out!

-Come on, it's the partisans.

-Yeah, let's go finish them.

-lsn't that black smoke? Come back!

Every last one of them.

Grab these. Go, go on.

l want a gun, too.

-What are you doing? Let go.

-l want a gun, too.

Come on. l was good enough

to cut the telephone lines,

so l'm good enough to carry a gun.

Come on, Wildcat. Come on.

Give me one. You promised.

Wildcat!

Leonito, what are you waiting for?

Take this. The magazine, too.

Here.

-Where are you going?

-l want to kill, too.

...the commander of the

Matteotti Partisan Brigade

for the liberation of ltaly.

Within the last few minutes,

we have seized a radio station in Milan.

The city has been liberated!

And, at last, a free Milan

salutes its fellow countrymen.

l repeat, this is the commander

of the Matteotti Partisan Brigade

for the liberation of ltaly.

ln the excitement and joy

of this memorable moment,

our thoughts must go

to those who gave their lives

to bring an end

to the enslavement of ltaly

at the hands of the

Nazi Fascist barbarian regime.

But our thoughts, above all,

go to our brother partisans

-who fought so bravely...

-Leonito, what are you doing in here?

-...and sacrificed even their lives.

-l didn't even see you.

Leonito, what is all this nonsense?

Give me that gun.

Let go!

Long live, Stalin.

Have you gone out of your mind?

...commander of the Matteotti

Partisan Brigade for ltalian liberation.

Fascism has left us

an inheritance of misery,

-humiliation, and death.

-Long live Stalin.

Attila and Regina.

Attila and Regina!

Shoot, Attila! Shoot!

Kill her!

-B*tch!

-Dirty Cossack!

-Kill her!

-l'll murder you.

Regina!

Regina!

Attila!

l'm coming!

l'm coming!

Come on. Come on.

Oh, the swallows are back.

Wait, wait.

My grandfather died here.

Stand up!

Sit down.

Sit!

Did you know that in America

every cow has its own drinking trough?

American cows are lucky.

They're well off.

Hey,

wouldn't you like

to go to America, Leonito?

Call me Olmo.

l thought your name was Leonito.

Olmo's my partisan name.

Do you know who Olmo was?

l know he was the bravest.

The bravest.

Well, my little partisan friend,

what do you think of your master?

There are no more masters!

Many years before...

Verdi is dead!

Verdi is dead!

Giuseppe Verdi is dead!

Push! Push! Push! Push!

Push! Push! Push!

lt's born! lt's born!

Look what a nice baby l made.

Keep going.

Come on. lt's coming.

Rosalba, the door.

Close the door, Rosalba.

Be quiet, children. Hush up.

lt's a boy!

lt's a boy!

lt's another mouth to feed.

Rosina had a boy!

Another little ass to clean.

lt's a boy!

Don't touch him, Rigoletto,

he'll get a hump on his back.

She had a boy!

lt's a boy!

A boy!

We have another boy!

Damned woman.

lt's a boy!

You hear that, you good for nothing?

The bastard's born

before the master's son!

l'm going to get a stick

and come up there.

Eleonora, push. lt's coming.

l can feel it coming. Push!

Go on, harder! Push!

Go!

B*tch.

Papa!

Papa!

Alfredo is born!

Alfredo!

The same name as mine.

And if it's a girl?

lt's not a girl, is it?

Papa, l think l can tell a boy from a girl.

He's got all the right things.

He's got his father's expression already.

And his grandfather's money already.

What a pretty little boy.

Giovanni, Giovanni.

-Giovanni!

-What is it?

-How is the mother?

-Just fine.

-Give her a kiss for me.

-''May the fruit of this union,

''by heaven blessed,

''plucked from the Garden of Eden

''be the heir to the lordly graces,

''the pious heart,

-''the virtues of the patriots...''

-Oh, shut up!

-Giovanni, Giovanni.

-Yes, Papa.

Write to that playboy brother of yours.

Write as l say.

Yes, Papa.

Ottavio...

Why don't you have

anything to write with?

Ottavio Berlinghieri,

Hotel Des Bains, Lido, Venice.

Announce birth,

first Berlinghieri, 20th century. Stop!

Pray God he doesn't

grow up like you. Stop.

Found wife yet? Question mark.

Affectionately, Papa. Have you got that?

-Of course, Papa.

-Good.

Sister Desolata.

Sister Desolata is here!

Dear brother.

lt's a boy, a boy.

Bravo! Bravo!

You can take down the trunks

because l shall never again

return to that nunnery.

The monsignor has turned very cruel.

He prefers the novices,

and he neglects me.

He does.

And l can't tell you

how lowbred they are.

Listen, listen to this.

Just the other day, l...

Rigoletto, my hat.

-Alfredo.

-Yes, Signor Padrone.

-The Lord be with you.

-And with your spirit.

A priest here, too.

lt's a conspiracy, l tell you.

Well, humpback.

What do you see in there, eh?

Snow. lt's covered with snow.

Like in winter.

-What else?

-A church.

A cathedral with spires.

-And what else?

-Bottles.

-Bottles?

-Bottles!

lt's like paradise in there.

And you're the padrone,

the lord, the master.

And l'd be Saint Peter,

if you'd give me the keys.

Stop, no more work today.

Thanks, padrone. Hey, thanks.

Stop! Stop!

Hey, drink up, drink up.

-For you. Stop. No work today.

-Today, you're the padrone, too.

Penzo, special wine.

-Celebration.

-Salute, padrone.

Where's Dalco?

Leo's in the vineyard.

That's the last bottle.

Wine from the city.

What about mine?

lt says ''sparkling champagne.''

Hey, Libero, what's this for,

a wedding or a funeral?

There, in the vineyard.

Destiny.

Both born on the same day.

And destiny calls for a drink, right?

Signor Alfredo, you know how many

of us Dalcos there are now?

l've lost count.

Well, l know

that when we sit down to eat,

there are 40 of us at the table.

You're a lucky man, Leo. Admit it.

He may be a bastard,

but at least he's a boy.

Don't boys eat like everybody else?

What the hell is bothering you?

Mine was born first. lt's only natural.

First came the peasants of this world,

and then came the padrone.

Masters, peasants. Balls!

When you're born, you're all born equal.

All equal, huh?

You!

What are you standing there for?

Drink up.

Drink up, you bastards!

Drink with me.

Are we drinking or not?

Born together. Must mean something.

Probably means we die together.

You sh*t-pile philosopher.

l want mine to study law.

Mine thieving.

You might as well make him a priest.

Oh, this wine's not ours. Too dry.

l didn't like it, either.

Rigoletto, run down to the town hall.

Tell them the boy's name is Alfredo.

Berlinghieri, Alfredo,

born of Giovanni

and Eleonora ne Rosetti.

Leo,

what will you call yours?

What are you going to call yours?

Olmo.

Olmo.

Like an elm tree.

Born of the late

Oscar and Rosina Campo.

Oscar?

Oscar's been dead for four years.

That's the point.

Have some respect for the dead.

Oh, you bastards.

ln the deep of the summer

ln a heat that was stifling

There were born two male children

The distance was trifling

Rigoletto, here, have a drink.

Jackasses!

With the Pope as a peasant

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