Don Camillo Page #5

Then you know the ball field | is ready to inaugurate.

- What is this, monthly payments? | - Aren't you inaugurating this hut?

Don't get angry, I am not | having inauguration ceremonies.

I came to propose | a soccer match...

...between your "Dynamos" | and my "Braves".

Do you want to open your field | with a defeat?

Do you agree?

I agree. You'd better train | your little girls.

Will you come | to the procession, Mr. Mayor?

I've never missed | a blessing of the river.

I'll be there with the whole | Party section waving a flag.

- Not your flag! | - Why, does red hurt your eyes?

This is a religious, | not a political procession.

- Come without the flag | or don't come. - You're not II Duce.

Look at what I do to dictators.

Careful, you'll demolish | your Center that way.

[Because he could not come | with his flag...]

[... Peppone decided | to boycott the procession.]

[The town was warned | that whoever valued his skin...]

[... should not go.]

They're capable | of throwing a bomb!

The procession should be cancelled.

Do as you wish, I don't care.

What's going on?

I think we'd better go home.

- Goodbye, Father. | - Goodbye, Father.

Goodbye, Don Camillo.

Go home...

...this is none of your business.

Well, are we going, | Don Camillo?

The river must be beautiful in this | sunshine. I'd really like to see it.

Let's go, Lord.

They could have made this cross | a bit lighter.

Tell me, I had | to haul it up a hill...

...and I don't have your back.

Get lost!

- Get lost! - Leave him alone, | this way Peppone can't say...

...that not even a dog | came to the procession.

Jesus, hold on tight, | we're going to fight.

I'm not moving aside for you, | but for Him.

Then take off your hat.

Jesus, if the few honest homes | in this filthy town...

...could float like Noah's Ark, | I'd say, "Make the river..."

"...overflow its banks | and drown this town".

"But, as the honest people live | in the same homes as the criminals..."

"...you can't punish everyone | because of Peppone..."

"...and his godless | and lawless gang".

So I pray you save them from | flood and bring prosperity. Amen.

Amen!

[Lt was necessary for Jesus | to guard the river's calm.]

[When angered, | it caused grave damages.]

[A hat was found here once | in a hollow.]

[The river had drowned it | along with the sacristan.]

[The sacristan was | Miss Cristina's grandfather...]

[... and so, on every anniversary...]

You'll leave the family | when you teach.

You may even leave this town.

I'll work where you are | and we'll marry.

When I'm a teacher... | Why not when I have white hair?

Aren't 2 years too long?

Two years, a hundred years... You can | wait, right? Is that how you love me?

I don't want you to cry.

And all this time, we've had | to see each other secretly.

If we're caught, your nasty | father will break your head.

And your dirty grandfather | will close you in a convent!

If he did, | I'd burn the convent!

That's the best way | to accommodate things.

Miss Cristina!

- We're so unhappy. | - You're mostly stupid!

Did you have to choose | a convent burner?

And couldn't you choose one | of the crazies in your gang?

We didn't choose, | we found each other.

You're not only stupid, | you're unlucky.

Help us, Miss Cristina.

- Did you hear the bell? | - What bell?

The one in the submerged church.

It brings bad luck.

Does a future teacher | believe such nonsense?

- I didn't think you | were backwards. - I'm not backwards!

Tell him, Miss Cristina, | tell this fool it's true.

It rang when Tolli drowned in '86.

It rang when the girl jumped | from the bridge in '94.

- The last time was in 1912... | - Listen!

It's thunder! | Can't you see the clouds?

Do you think so?

This silly boy is right this time.

Are those filthy pants...

...the new political way | of showing legs? - I'm playing soccer!

The game! Who knows what | will be now? See you later, Gina.

Goodbye, Miss Cristina.

He's not a bad boy.

I'll speak to his father | and your grandfather.

If they insist, I'll give them a good | caning. These old idiots deserve it!

We want the game! | We want the game!

- Where were you? | - I... - Shut up!

We'll talk after the game.

Attention!

I only want to say one thing.

You're playing against | the reactionary team.

You have to win | or I'll break your heads!

Attention!

My dear boys, listen well. | I make no threats...

...but if there is one among you, | some brigand who doesn't fight...

...to the last drop of blood | I'll pulverize your behinds.

I am strictly neutral politically.

I have never been political | in my life.

You may all count | on my impartiality.

I beg you to remember | that only sport is done here.

We are not in Town Hall.

If there's no corruption, | we'll win.

- Where were you? | - At Aunt Marisa's.

No! Dammit!

Goal!

That can't be a goal!

That's the result | of your propaganda!

[At the end of the first half | there were no dead...]

[... on the field or in the stands.]

[Don Camillo's team | had scored two goals...]

[... and hoped to win two to one.]

If you don't score | in the first five minutes...

...Ill rip out your gut | and wrap it around your neck!

Goal!

I knew it would end like this! | Don't be upset!

[A few minutes from the end, | the teams were even.]

Hey!

Referee!

That's not a penalty!

Traitor! | Shouldn't I be angry?

Goal!

Shame on you!

- Jesus, why didn't you help? | - Why should I help you?

Your men have 22 legs, | their men have 22 legs.

I take care of souls, | not legs.

Did you look at that lousy | referee's soul?

He gave them a foul | that we should have gotten.

They want to kill me! | Save me!

Go back or I'll break your heads! | This is a sacred place.

Shame on you! Go back to your caves | and may God forgive you.

Make the sign of the Cross. | Hurry up!

The sign of the Cross stands | between you and this man.

It's sacrilege to violate | that sacred barrier. Leave here!

Vade retro!

Now to us. | May God punish you if you lie.

- What did Peppone pay you | so he'd win? - 2,500 lire. - Mh!

Get out!

Criminal! | Snake in the grass! Traitor!

Don't I have reason | to be angry?

Didn't I tell you | he could be bought?

Who offered that man 2,000 lire | for the same service?

Who can hide anything from you?

You bribed him | and you deserved to lose.

I accept that as penance...

...but seeing a team like that | lose, a team of real champions...

...it breaks your heart, | it cries for revenge! - Camillo!

You can't understand me, | sport is special.

- You either understand what I mean | or you don't. - I understand you...

...all too well. | When is the rematch? - Rematch?

It will be 5-0! | They won't even see the ball!

Goal!

[A few days later, old Filotti | called for Don Camillo...]

[... to speak to him | of an urgent matter.]

I need your | spiritual assistance.

Why? What did she do?

- I did nothing wrong. | - Be quiet!

Answer only | when you're asked!

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