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Why don't those pigs let me pass?

Bastards!

l saw you.

l want to pass.

Come on!

-What did he say?

-Go ahead. Pass them.

Now, come on.

They're letting us through.

Go ahead.

Are they friends of yours?

They look like murderers.

No, no, they're not friends of mine.

l know that whenever they go out

like that, there's trouble in the making.

They revolt me.

l don't want to see.

l don't want to see anymore.

l'm blind!

Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, now. Try not to go blind.

Not on a curve.

l don't want to see. l don't want to see.

-l'm blind! l'm blind! Blind!

-No. No.

-Blind!

-No.

''Gives

''youth

''to mankind.''

Pietro, read aloud

what you've written there.

''Communism gives youth to mankind.''

And now Olmo will explain

what that means.

Well...

What does it mean?

lt means...

-Schoolmistress?

-Comrade.

Comrade schoolmistress,

l am close to 7 1 ,

and being a communist,

l find l still do for a woman

more than youngsters do.

You big bull,

we don't come here to be braggarts.

We come here to learn.

School's over for today.

Go on, we'll keep an eye

on the community house. Don't worry.

And we studied this whole bottle.

Well, shall we go?

What a rotten day.

l went into town with Alfredo.

-Look...

-l had no fun at all.

Drawn nicely, isn't it?

We walked around.

Drank a little bit.

You know...

You know how it is in the city.

l know. l know.

You know.

What a class.

The youngest must be at least 80.

The youngsters are dancing

at the Risotti barn, that's why.

You're wasting your time.

Giving lessons to four old men,

what good does it do?

l wanted to dance, too,

but l had to wait for you! No?

Dancing with that belly?

Anita. Anita. Anita.

No!

Anita!

l feel better now.

Yeah, l feel better, too.

Help.

-Eight. Six.

-Seven. Two.

-One. Eight. Nine.

-Three. Seven. Six.

-Nine. Seven.

-Three. Five.

-Eight. Eight.

-Six. Five.

What do you have inside that head?

What do you have?

-You have another woman.

-No.

-No?

-No, no. No.

No.

Come on, let's go dancing.

Have you ever danced in a barn before?

No, it's the first time.

Wait. Wait here.

l'll go get something to drink.

Wait!

-Two glasses.

-Thank you. l'll pay later.

Certainly.

Alfredo!

Alfredo, where are you?

Alfredo!

Don't leave me alone!

Alfredo.

What's wrong with her?

lt's nothing.

l don't see. l'm blind.

This music is so beautiful.

Please don't stop dancing just for me.

Play on. Play on!

Faster. Faster.

Faster! How wonderful!

Make me fly.

And to think

she has such beautiful eyes, huh?

Oh, yes. Very beautiful.

Alfredo, give me a kiss.

Look at the blind girl.

Would you like a drink?

No, no. l think you need a drink.

l know l need a drink,

and therefore if l need a drink,

l know that you need a drink,

and, therefore,

we should both have a drink.

-All right?

-Yeah.

-Blind, eh?

-You're not Alfredo.

Who are you?

How awful!

You have no pity for a blind girl.

Monster!

-Alfredo.

-Come on, stop this game.

Pretty, isn't it?

Alfredo, how could you do that to me?

You mustn't ever leave me alone again.

Oh, stop it.

You're outrageous.

l'm an animal de luxe.

This is my best friend, Olmo.

This is Anita. This is...

Anita, this is Ada. This is Anita.

This is Ada.

-lt's soft.

-lmagine if we had one like this.

-lt's warm.

-lt's warm. Yes.

Oh, it feels good. Oh, yes.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

This morning with an epileptic

and now with a blind girl.

One more like this

and you can open a hospital.

You're the one that's blind.

Are they ready?

A blind girl, huh?

Thank you. Thank you. You saved me.

l was afraid l had to go on all evening.

So you come in here all dressed

and perfumed to make fools of us.

Stupid, spoiled.

How is it you call us? Hicks? Peasants?

l know. You're right.

But it always happens like this.

l can't stand it.

So l close my eyes

and l bang into people.

Does it scare you to look?

What do you see? What do you see?

What does she see?

She sees someone who's so happy...

l don't want us to change.

l want everyone to stay still. Stay still.

Give me your hands.

Everyone give me their hands.

Put your hands here. Here, here.

Hey, look.

lt's horrible.

l'm sorry.

l apologize to all of you.

lt was just a stupid joke.

-lt was very silly of me, l know.

-Nothing to worry about.

l'm sorry!

l didn't mean to offend anyone!

Forgive me!

l'm not blind! Forgive me!

l can see very well! Look, l'm not blind!

l see all of you!

ls she drunk or...

Why don't you believe me?

lt was all a joke!

-She's not drunk. She's fantastic.

-l can see like you, and you!

She smokes, she drives,

she writes poetry.

She's very modern,

something you don't understand.

Hey!

Something you don't understand.

You're a country bumpkin.

-Help! Help!

-Wait.

Wait! l want to tell you something. Wait!

Don't fall.

Help! Everybody! Hurry!

And she's wild berries.

l'll kill them all.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Who are you?

You don't know me.

What the hell do you want?

You're boring.

My name is Ada Fiastri Paulhan.

l'm 21 , the worst age in the world.

My father designed the head of the king

on the 10 lira note.

So we've always been

surrounded by money

and never had any.

l'm an orphan.

Three years ago,

my parents had the bright idea

of organizing an Alpine expedition

for millionaires.

They disappeared into a crevasse

on the Matterhorn.

They died the way they lived,

beyond their means.

l have no sisters, no brothers.

l can live where l like

and with anybody l like.

The community house is on fire!

The community house

is burning to the ground!

The community house is on fire!

l don't want to.

l don't want to! l don't want to!

l don't want to! l don't want to!

No!

No.

Come here.

Kiss me. Kiss me.

Why didn't you tell me

you were a virgin?

Because you would never

have believed me.

That's right.

But aren't you Ottavio's mistress?

Ottavio's mistress?

No. Oh, no.

Wake up!

Pietro Pecurare!

Seventy-eight years old!

Wake up!

Farm laborer!

Wake up!

Exploited by the landowners!

Murdered by the fascists!

Wake up!

Vircimo Bonazza, age 7 4,

day laborer from the age of seven.

Exploited by the landowners!

Murdered by the fascists!

Murdered by the fascists!

Wake up!

Jofren Zuelli, age 72.

Wake up!

Farm laborer from the age of seven.

Exploited by the landowners!

Murdered by the fascists!

Wake up!

Open your windows!

Why don't you come down?

Wake up!

Don't you want to see?

Come down and look at them!

Wake up!

Wake up!

-Wake up!

-Wake up!

Look, there's no one!

lt's over. lt's all over.

-lt's the end.

-No.

-lt's the end.

-No.

No, no!

We're strong!

We're many!

We're united!

-They'll kill us all. They'll kill us all.

-No, no, no.

No.

Listen.

They're coming.

They're coming.

Yes. They're coming.

They're here. Look, Anita.

l'm not well.

-Could it be the baby?

-What a child you are.

There's time.

lt's finished.

Hey, did you see?

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