Don Camillo Page #7

We need lanterns.

I'll take the woods, | you the river edge!

If something happened to them, | God won't forgive any of you!

- You could have married them! | - What about you?

All you needed was an "Oremus".

Stop! Leave off!

Behave yourselves!

Calm down, for goodness' sake.

Leave me alone!

Listen to me!

The banns will be made | and they'll be married.

Refuse authorization | and I'll break your heads!

- You're not in command here! | - Stop!

- Settle your arguments here | and now. Do you want to fight? - Yes!

Then fight once and for all!

- Get the wedding clothes. The Bishop | will marry them. - The Bishop?

Yes! What do you think, | Bolshevik? Go!

Now let's get some sleep.

- Mr. Mayor, what a coincidence! - I'm | here because I have something to say.

- Look, he's hiding. - Who? | - Your friend, Smilzo.

What's he doing with the pen? | If he draws crows...

...Ill hunt him down. - People | who write on walls aren't my friends.

- Now I know that, Mr. Mayor. - You | see enemies everywhere. I want...

Come in, I'm painting too. | You can give me a hand.

Are you getting ready | for Christmas?

Christmas always arrives | sooner than expected.

I just came to tell you | that you have some nerve.

- Get that brush up there. | - Do you take me for a sacristan?

Inaugurating the park | on the kid's wedding day...

...is one of your criminal blows.

This way the Bishop | can bless the kids...

...and solemnize the family | reconciliation.

That will make it appear | that you did everything...

...and turned water into wine. | All to your benefit!

So inaugurate the Center too.

You know it needs another week to be | done. A gentleman wouldn't do this.

The Virgin doesn't have | a moustache!

Look how beautiful.

This is Peppone's baby, | Peppone's wife...

...and this is Peppone.

And this is Don Camillo.

So, will you delay | the inauguration for a few days?

Then it will all be ready | and we'll do it together.

Alright. Animals always | understand one another.

[The great day finally arrived.]

I don't understand, | the Bishop is always on time.

Have you seen the Mayor this morning? | I want to know what's happening here.

[What happened was this: Peppone | was trying to win this last contest.]

No, leave it there | so we can put it together fast.

He'll have to use the bridge, | he'll be half an hour late.

But we'll get to the | Citizen's Center...

...in minutes and we'll inaugurate it | before he does.

- Fine! | - Right!

Watch out, here he is!

Hurry! Take your places!

Remember...

...dignified indifference.

- An accident? | - We don't know, Excellency.

It's the Mayor!

Excellency! | It's only a breakdown.

- I see. Can I help you? | - I don't think so, Excellency.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

At my age, legs betray you.

Good day, my sons. It seems | there is nothing to do.

I'll walk there, very slowly...

I won't risk falling, | you're very robust.

Good morning!

There he is!

- He's walking! | - Walking?!

He's with Peppone!

Pay attention, now!

Excellency, | we were waiting for you here.

Don't be upset, | I wanted to take a walk.

The Mayor and his friends | accompanied me.

They are all very kind!

Hi, Dad.

Accept these humble flowers | with love and from our hearts.

How sweet, you're very good. | What is your name?

- He's my son Marco. | - He's as nice as his father.

- Yes, he is. Will we begin now? | - Yes.

I'm sorry, Excellency. | I must go.

- Why the hurry? - I'm inaugurating | the Citizen's Center in minutes.

- People are waiting for me... | - Citizen's Center?

- Don Camillo didn't tell me. | - But I...

- It would be an honor if you came, | Excellency. Please come. - Of course.

- And the city park, Excellency? | - There's time later for that.

- And the wedding? - They have | their whole lives ahead of them.

Here, we have | two meeting halls.

- Here's the gymnasium, the garden... | - It's magnificent... and very useful.

The Mayor should show you | his weapons warehouse.

I'm sure it's not | as well supplied as yours.

Don Camillo has a mortar | buried somewhere.

Didn't I tell you he's a dangerous | man? You wanted him... so keep him.

- This is our theatre. | - Thank you. - Have a seat.

What a big turn-out!

I'm happy to see | so many people here...

...and I'm glad I visited | this beautiful place...

...with all these useful | and pleasant things inside.

You're lucky to have one | who cares for you.

I must leave you now.

I must see the beautiful park | which completes all this.

Goodbye, my sons.

- Goodbye, Excellency. | - Goodbye, Mr. Mayor.

[The town had the joy | of forgetting its wounds that day.]

[There were no more Reds | opposed to Blacks...]

[... only good people having fun.]

How's it going, Papa Filotti?

Well, it's going!

- Watch out! | - Alright, sorry.

[While the Bishop napped...]

[... Don Camillo...]

Well, you know...

Bravo!

Well done!

I wanted to even the score.

That thing couldn't trick | me anymore.

The hinge is blocked.

The usual Vatican move... | Let's go, Maria.

[Political passions...]

[... inflamed later that day...]

[... and the people began to argue.]

[Unfortunately, Don Camillo | got involved in the debate too.]

Poor Don Camillo, I think | you need a change of air.

You must go to the countryside | for a rest.

The mountain air | will be good for you.

You'll miss the train, | Don Camillo.

Do you think so?

It's an express, | it won't wait...

...more than a few minutes. | - Just one minute more.

Poor Camillo, | you know they won't come.

I hoped someone | would have the courage.

Peppone made his threats | in every home today.

I know. He said if he saw anyone come | to say goodbye, he'd break his bones.

But, I thought...

...that maybe someone!

- Just one of them. - Men are men. | Remember Peter, he betrayed me.

I'm a poor fool. | Alright, I'll go.

I'm sorry | I can't take you with me.

You know I'll be with you anyway.

They'll be at the station, | maybe in the piazza...

Goodbye, Father, | have a good trip.

Here, Father! | All the best!

- Come back soon, Father. | - Goodbye, Father, have a good trip.

Thank you.

They're old dell'Abbruciata's | pigeons. I caught them in a trap.

Thank you, my sons.

Peppone's men said...

...if they saw anyone | in town say goodbye...

...they'd beat us up. So we came | here to avoid trouble. - Yes.

- Goodbye. | - Goodbye. Thank you!

My husband doesn't know, | but goodbye!

Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye. | - Bon voyage!

Thank you for everything.

Bon voyage, Don Camillo!

Before leaving our communal | territory...

...the people wished to offer | their regards...

...and express the hope | that you will repose...

...in your new residence. And you will | return soon to your spiritual mission.

Ah!

I couldn't let us look bad | to the reactionaries...

...those pillars of your church! | But we are not savages.

You behaved like bandits.

And you? You fought 12 men | and beat them all!

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