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leaving his wife

and little daughter penniless.

-lf it hadn't been for all of you...

-Don't, Amelia.

Won't l ever see my father again?

He's your new father, now.

Aren't you, Giovanni?

Of course.

lf l didn't support them, who would?

But you.

You will go on calling me uncle.

There they are. l'll take Regina.

No, Regina's mine. Regina's mine.

Aim, fire! Bang!

Right between the eyes.

And now for the jackals.

Aim, fire!

Well?

Old fool.

Get back to the table.

Get back to the table, l said.

And you. Shame on you.

The table! Get going!

ldiot.

Shame on you, at your age.

There's an ocean between us.

Between me and the rest of you.

An ocean!

Talk, talk.

Buy machines.

The place is going to rack and ruin.

You'll find that mechanical reaper

up your ass, Mr. Modernizer.

You eat your meal.

You go to hell if you don't eat.

Piss in your pocket.

-Where did you hear talk like that?

-From a friend.

l mean, l'm not about to part with a cent,

or give away the tiniest piece of land.

You can believe me.

Big talk, my dear,

since your father prefers Ottavio.

Look, l only happen to be here

because all of this estate belong to me.

All of it to me! Else, l be...

You know how l feel about Ottavio?

Well, l'm envious. Yes, dear.

To be able to escape this family.

Just imagine how it would be

to spend all that money in six months.

A millionaire surrounded with whores.

An ocean of sh*t.

Oh, really, now!

What was the point in hammering

at the poor child like that?

l prefer educating my boy

the way l see fit.

Alfredo!

Don't worry. When he's hungry,

he'll come back. l assure you.

These aren't lice. They're roast

chickens, that's what they are.

Keep still, keep still.

A little fuzz on top,

and the rest bald as a cucumber.

Keep still, keep still.

Once a hunchback

Win a lady hunchback

Win her with a song

And a lot of little hunchbacks

came along

Came along

l'll never return home anymore.

l'm going to live with Uncle Ottavio.

Alfredo!

Alfredo, where are you?

-Evening, Signor Padrone.

-Good evening.

Come back to the house, you hear me?

Good evening, Signor Giovanni.

Hey, you.

-Have you seen Alfredo?

-No, l haven't.

Go to bed, pumpkin head.

lt's late.

Olmo.

-Olmo.

-What is it?

Come to bed.

You know l can't sleep if you don't.

lf my father was here,

they would never shave my head.

He would've shown them.

Once l heard him calling me

late at night from inside a well.

Alfredo!

Let's both of us run away.

Alfredo!

And l heard him once in an old squash

calling out to me. Olmo!

Alfredo.

And in a dark cellar,

from inside the bottle, l heard him call.

Olmo!

-Alfredo.

-Olmo.

Hey, let's see you fly, cuckoo birds.

No, don't, you're going to make me fall.

-Red, but not ripe.

-Your daughter?

Your daughter's marrying Mario,

the cripple, in August, eh?

-What do you think?

-What's the problem?

Go and dance.

Hey.

Hey, you, driver.

Come back here. Come back.

Don't leave that horse

standing there untied.

Come back.

You son of a...

l don't have the breath to

give a simple order anymore.

God damn it!

Listen.

Beautiful music.

Young people dancing, embracing.

Before the day's out, they'll be f***ing.

Anyway, this is no place for old men.

lt's a hot day, eh, Signor Padrone?

Who are you?

Sir, it's Erma.

l'm the youngest daughter of Adelina.

l'm not used to wearing shoes,

and my stupid feet swelled up.

But they're pretty, aren't they?

They're a present.

The padrona, she said they're Regina's.

Erma, come.

Erma.

Signor Padrone?

Signor Padrone?

Signor Padrone?

Don't be frightened. Don't be frightened.

Don't be frightened.

Take it.

You squeezed me, so l got scared.

-Milk her.

-But the cows aren't mooing yet.

Can't you see how full she is?

Milk her.

Squish, squash.

Cows full of milk and sh*t.

A curse.

A curse we carry with us.

lt grows worse with age.

You know what the worst curse

in the world is?

Hailstorms.

Not hailstorms.

That's no curse.

Milk and sh*t in the brain.

War and disease,

they're no curse, either.

Squish, squash.

Squish, squash.

The curse is when you can't do it.

Milk and sh*t.

Can't do it.

lt won't get hard.

See?

Put your hand inside.

Hey, Signor Alfredo,

nobody can milk a bull.

Go.

Go back to the dance.

Can l really go?

Go. Go.

Erma.

When the dancing is over,

tell them l'm dead.

Yes, signor.

Remember,

-l'm dead.

-Yes.

The padrone, my God.

The padrone is dead.

The padrone told me to say he's dead.

l was supposed to.

You think it could be true?

Pour the water out

so we can get the nightingale drunk.

Up to the top.

The padrone wants us to keep dancing.

He's giving us orders

even after he's dead.

Music!

lf only you could see

yourself now, Signor Alfredo.

This is no way for a padrone to die.

What did you have to

turn the cows loose for, eh?

So l'd have more work to do?

Maybe...

Maybe the truth is that

when a man does nothing all his life,

it leaves him too much time to think.

And thinking too much makes him...

Makes him stupid.

At least l knew who you were,

and you knew me.

l knew who gave the orders.

A big, ugly bull!

But now, who knows

what will happen without you?

l, Alfredo Berlinghieri,

being of sound mind and body,

wish to make

my last will and testament.

l hereby declare

my younger son, Giovanni,

as my sole heir.

And l leave to my elder son, Ottavio...

What did he say?

''To my elder son, Ottavio.''

...elder son Ottavio,

l leave an annuity of 5,000 lira a year,

to be paid to him for the rest

of his life by my sole heir,

Giovanni Berlinghieri.

And l also leave him my town residence.

Furthermore, it shall

hereby be understood

that the entire

Berlinghieri estate consisting...

Go back to bed, Alfredo.

Grandfather's not well. Go back to bed.

Consisting of

the entire Berlinghieri estate...

Grandpa's dead!

No. No. No, no!

-Consisting of...

-Grandpa's dead! Grandpa's dead!

...900 acres of cultivated land,

the family villa,

the farmhouses,

machinery and tools,

and all the livestock,

the cattle,

the horses and the pigs,

the sheep,

l give to my son, Giovanni.

This turban

once belonged to a hunter of tigers.

Uncle Ottavio, let me go away with you.

Why? Don't you like it here?

They're all liars.

-And where shall we go?

-On a sail ship.

-A sail ship?

-Yes.

Like this one?

Put that silkworm down!

-Put it down!

-Why should l?

Because you know

they're all in my care.

But l can touch all these silkworms

as much as l please.

You're stupid.

No.

You know, l'm padrone.

But the nests are mine.

Nobody's to interfere.

Why not?

Because l feed them, understand?

Set them down.

Only when l feel like it.

Even if you feed them,

the silkworms are still all mine.

And the fruit is mine, too.

And the mechanical reaper.

And the wheat is mine.

This worm is mine.

The cows are all mine.

Even the Dalco family belongs to me.

And you belong to me, too.

-You filthy maggot, let him go!

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