Don Camillo Page #6

How long has it been?

Since he made a hole in the wall. | It was right at face level.

We must have been 4 | or 5 years old.

A hole in the wall. | I'll put a hole in that creep!

Let's not exaggerate. | Who is the creep?

- Mariolino dell'Abbruciata! | - That anti-Christ?

The one who scored 2 goals | and wrecked half my team?

If your poor dead father knew | you were with a Red...

...he'd die! | - Red or not, we're marrying!

That's no way, she's too old | now to be slapped.

Think now, this Mariolino | isn't the creep you believe.

He's the flag bearer | for those mad dogs!

You're the mad dogs, | and whose fault is that!

Poverty drives them. | Old greedy men like you!

Miss Cristina said | you're a Bolshevik priest!

I won't listen to you. Go away.

You go to your room! You'll leave it | when you return to school.

[For weeks Mariolino | heard nothing of Gina.]

[One day he decided | to ask for Cristina's help...]

[... but Cristina had fallen | in her doorway...]

[... under the weight | of her 85 years.]

- Is she feeling better now? | - No, she called for the priest.

- She wants to see the Mayor too. | - The Mayor?! Peppone?!

What can she want from Peppone?

Would you like me to confess | a lot of filth? No, dear priest...

...there is none. I called because | I want to die with a clean soul.

So I'll tell you. In 1942 your dog, | the one with the chopped tail...

...came into my garden | and broke a pot of geraniums.

I forgive you.

- I forgive you for calling me | a Bolshevik. - That's unnecessary.

I called you a Bolshevik | like I called Peppone an ass.

Now dear Cristina, to clean | what you call your soul...

...you must confess | if you want to go to heaven.

I'm sure I'm going to heaven.

That's the sin of arrogance, | no mortal is sure of heaven.

No one, | except for Miss Cristina.

Because Jesus came | and told her she'd go to heaven.

So Miss Cristina is sure | she's going there...

...unless you know more | than Jesus does. - I...

Ah, there you are!

I forgive you for the frogs | you brought to school.

I know you're not as bad as you seem. | I'll ask God to forgive your murders.

Miss Cristina, | I've never murdered anyone.

Don't lie. Your people sent | away the King and his children...

...to a deserted island | to die of hunger.

Don Camillo, | tell her that's not true.

There were no desert islands, | no dying of hunger. They were lies.

It wasn't only us, | the elections sent him away too.

He had more votes against him | than in favor.

That's how democracy works.

What democracy? | Kings are never sent away...

You are the Mayor. | Listen to my testimony.

Neither the house nor the furnishings | are mine. Give my clothing...

...to the poor. You may keep my books | if you have need of them.

You must do the exercises | and study your verbs well.

Yes, ma'am.

I want a funeral without music. | Death is a serious matter.

I want a funeral as in civilized | times, with a flag on my casket.

- Yes, ma'am. - My flag. | The one there, hanging on the wall.

- My flag with the King's | insignia. - Yes, ma'am.

God bless you my son, | even if you're a Bolshevik.

I think | I have another thing to do.

That young couple...

I have no more time... | God will take care of it.

You have now heard | her last wishes.

As we are | in a democratic republic...

...I will ask the major parties | their opinion.

The reactionaries | can keep quiet...

...because we know you'd enjoy | a funeral enormously.

You'd like the Royal March | to be played too.

In honor of one person, | we cannot...

...disrespect the memory | of 100,000 men...

...who died to establish | the Republic.

I oppose the royal flag's display | at the funeral.

The time of sentimentalism | is over.

If she wanted the royal flag | she should have died sooner.

We don't agree with | the lightness...

...in which the memory | of a venerated person is taken.

On the other hand, | if we respect her wishes...

...we risk provoking incidents | which could offend her memory.

Therefore, we are also contrary | to the use of the incriminating flag.

What do you say, Father?

Before speaking, I will hear | the Mayor's opinion.

As Mayor, I must approve | your decision...

...but in this town it is not the Mayor | who commands, but the Communists.

As Party Leader, | I say your opinion stinks.

Miss Cristina will go | to the cemetery with her flag.

I respect her more dead | than all of you alive.

If anyone objects, | I'll throw him out of the window.

- Does our priest have anything | to say? - I concede to violence.

[Things happen in that town...]

[... where the sun hammers down | on people's heads.]

[Fists may be used to reason...]

[... but the dead | are still respected.]

Come in!

Gina!

- What is it at this hour? | - We want to be married.

- Weddings require two people. | - There are two of us.

Why are you here, | Mr. Cominform emissary?

I told you he'd get political. | Let's go.

No, let's stay.

- What happened to you? | - His family jumped on him...

...when they saw him signaling me. | Damned Bolsheviks!

Your people are so nice. | They beat you too!

You're a bunch of hypocrites!

Godless! I'll marry you | to scratch your eyes out!

- I'll marry you so I can smack you! | - Stop that, or I'll beat both of you!

The priest, | my grandfather, him...

...everybody beats me! | What did I do?

Calm down and tell me | what you want.

- We want to be married, now! | - You can't.

You're a minor, there's a law, | you need parental consent.

Right, our parents | will murder us instead!

- Let me think, I'll come up with | something tomorrow. - Marry us tonight!

- In a few days, | it won't kill you. - We'll see.

Why do you have to marry | this late at night?

I've never seen a couple | in such a hurry.

We can't leave town | without marrying.

When we're legal, | we're taking a train!

- I can't. | - You're the Mayor, right?

You're a minor. | You need parental consent.

They'd rather kill us!

We have to study the law.

There may be a loophole, I'll go | to Town Hall tomorrow and see.

Meanwhile, you can sleep in my truck | for tonight and you with my mother.

I'm not sleeping anywhere | if I'm not married.

If we can't marry, | we'll marry anyway...

...and you'll hear bells. | Come with me, Mariolino.

- They're crazy! | - You're the crazy one.

You men are all alike. | Didn't you understand?

They're doing something stupid.

Maybe they have already. | It's not so serious.

They are capable of throwing | themselves in the river.

Didn't you hear her say | that we'd hear bells?

What bells?

The bell in the river... | You think that...

Those idiots! If I catch them | I'll make them forget about...

- They'll hear the bells ring. | - And may they all be cursed!

Don't curse anyone | when you're about to die.

She's going to kill herself. | I knew when I saw the letter.

It said:
"If we cannot | be married..." My poor Gina!

You have to find them! | Do something! Move!

Gina and Mariolino went | to the swamp, ring the bells.

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