Don Camillo

[Here is the town. | A small world in a small world...]

[... placed somewhere | in the north of Italy.]

[There it lies in that slice | of rich, flat earth...]

[... between the Po River | and the Apennines.]

[There is dense, freezing fog | in the winter.]

[In summer, a burning sun hammers | down on the people's brains...]

[... and irritates them. Political | passions explode violently...]

[... and the fight is hard, | but men are always men...]

[... and what happens here | doesn't happen anywhere else.]

[We are at the start | of the summer of 1946.]

[A few days ago, there was | the election of a new Town Council...]

[... and the Communists | have gained the majority.]

Jesus, do you see | how far they've gone?

One day they'll even get in here | and trample our feet.

Sunday, when I said what | I thought of them from the pulpit...

...someone suddenly jumped from | a bush and beat me with a stick.

And you got him back. You're right, | blessed are the peaceful.

I was carrying a dozen eggs | and I was trying to save them.

It was dark and I couldn't see | who it was but if I knew...

You must pardon | those who offend, that is the law.

Just between us, | a trampling is good for you.

You'll learn not to do | politics in my house.

In your place, I'd have never | allowed Peppone to be Mayor.

None of the new councilmen | know anything at all.

The illiterate | are directing town affairs.

But you know | they had no time for school.

- Life is hard for those who work | the fields. - Whose fault is that?

It's the heart that counts, | not the grammar.

- Before you criticize, let them get | to work. - Nobody can discuss...

Listen to them now! | I taught them music!

Viva Peppone! | Say it with me, "viva Peppone".

Viva Peppone!

Peppone! | Say it with me, "viva Peppone".

Viva Peppone!

[This is Counselor Schiletti, the | only one elected by the opposition.]

[The other is Miss Cristina, | the town's old teacher.]

[She's 85 years old | and lives on memories.]

[These two have seen | something from the window...]

[... that is the end of the world | for them.]

[Will she wait to return home? No, | she's not afraid. She knows everyone.]

[And she has boxed all their ears | at least once.]

Hello? Hello? Hello?

You can hear nothing, turn up the | volume! Everyone has to hear this!

The final victory is near. | Unite!

Unite! | There, that's better.

You see that, Jesus? | They aimed their trumpet against us.

What can you do, Don Camillo? | That's progress.

Good day, Miss Cristina.

- Who are you? - I'm Gina Filotti. | Don't you remember me?

Gina?

Goodness! Now I have to look up | to see you. I'm getting smaller.

- You haven't changed. - I have. | Did you behave at boarding school?

- Yes, Miss Cristina. - You're | here on a terrible day. Look there.

Comrades!

Before giving the podium to the | comrade who came from the city...

...to celebrate our triumph | for the people and democracy...

...I want to tell you | great news.

We will soon begin building | a Citizen's Center...

...which will have | a library with books...

...a dance hall, a cinema | and other cultural activities...

...a gymnasium for physical | training and running track...

...that will be your home! | A Center for the people!

Citizen's Center! | Where will he get the money?

Now I've given you | the wonderful news...

...our delegate comrade | will speak.

Comrades, I'm here | to congratulate myself...

...and Comrade Giuseppe Bottazzi, | our friend Peppone...

...for the rousing victory | over the enemies of the people!

- Jesus, I'll make a march on Rome! | - Stop. This doesn't concern you.

Only in here | can you do what you want.

...but strong and... - Here, | I can? - Yes. This is your home.

We'll crush the class | that's exploiting us.

You must stay within the law | and we will...

...at the cost of nailing all enemies | of the people to a wall!

Meanwhile...

- Who is that? - Don Camillo. | - Make him be quiet!

You try, you'd have | to aim a cannon at the bell tower.

If he won't stop, we should | shoot him in the tower window.

You'd better kill him | on the first shot, he'll shoot back.

Why is he stopping? | Why is he letting them speak?

Is he one of them? I've always said | he was a Bolshevik priest.

Isn't that Mariolino | carrying the flag?

Yes, it's him! | He's redder than his father...

...standing on the platform. | A nice family of criminals!

Did you hear?

We will no longer tolerate any | attempts on our freedom of speech!

Those who hide | in the shadow of the Cross...

...and who seek | to misguide the people...

...are the same ones who betrayed | Christ many centuries ago.

They're attacking the Church! | They must be stopped! I can't stay.

Gina, it's you!

You look great! | Almost like a grown woman.

What should I look like, | a goat?

You used to. I'm busy now, | may I see you tonight?

Go on, ugly! | Go join your band of brigands!

Better my brigands | than your damned priests.

Comrades, | we have another comrade!

Peppone! He's beautiful! | He looks like you!

[Lf Don Camillo is ringing the bells, | it's not to celebrate his victory.]

[Lt is because he's happy | for his old enemy, Peppone.]

[Their struggle | has gone on for years.]

[They left for the war together | and returned together...]

[... always together | and always enemies.]

[One night an old abandoned house | began to burn...]

[... and the whole town watched | dumbstruck as the stones burned...]

[... which logic | would tell you would not burn.]

- Listen... - I want to know | how that pile of rock is burning.

- Stop, Don Camillo! Go back! | - Why are you interfering?

I'm not. It's silly | to put yourself in danger.

It's only rocks burning.

It stinks of petrol. | It could be...

...something else. - Like what? | - I don't know anything.

- Do you believe that... | - I don't believe anything.

You don't like your flock | to see you get bravery lessons...

...from an old reactionary priest!

- Stop! | - Like hell!

Go water your flowers. | We'll see who's afraid.

Stop, Don Camillo!

It would have been better | to let you go ahead.

The world's most reactionary priest | would have blown up.

- I'd have stopped in time. | - Why?

I knew that in the cellar | were 6 barrels of petrol...

...300 grenades, 95 rifles, 2 cases | of ammunition, 7 machine guns...

...and 300 kilos of explosives.

I inventoried your warehouse | before I burned it.

- I should kill you. | - Kill me? That won't be easy.

You've actually done me a favor.

That stuff | was weighing on my conscience.

You said there were 7 machine guns. | There were 8. Who took the other one?

I did. When the proletarian | revolution begins...

...stay far away from my church. | - I'll see you in hell.

[This lasted for years.]

[Lf Don Camillo couldn't stomach the | blows received from an aggressor...]

[... Peppone couldn't forget | the way the cursed church bells...]

[... had greeted his election.]

[A few days later, | Matuggia, the sacristan...]

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