Everybody Go Home! Page #7
- Year:
- 1960
- 120 min
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in the first line.
Now, with all that has happened
he had to leave his unit.
- I wouldn't want him to get punished.
- But, is he turning up?
Yes, yes, spontaneously.
Like you, in the command,
you're a big fish...
- I could arrange...
- Yes, yes.
I'll take care of the command.
Dear Innocenzi, the youngters
that want to renew...
the fascist army are more
and more.
But what we need is
Officers.
Well, very well.
He'd be glad.
I've heard... that it'll be
economic improvements. Is that true?
- What will they give?
- How do you mean?
A compensation and an
automatic promotion.
Well, fine, that was what
I wanted to know.
- Thank you. -I'll find out
better and I'll tell you..
Dad.
- Are you awake?
- Dad, I heard you.
Why didn't you get up, then?
I could introduce you to Major Nocella.
He's a wnderful person.
Dad, what are you
planning?
You talk, say, do, undo...
- Don't I count for you?
- But, why?
Don't you know that the Marshal
Graccianni has regruoped the Army?
Yes, of course I knew. So what?
I understand. You're a little
disappointed. Give me a kiss.
Before you stand for, take
two days off, ok?
We'll ask Major Nocella.
He'll give it to you.
I've made the chicory soup
you like so much.
Forgot about the soup. I don't give a
damn about Major Nocella.
Shut up. Talk quietly.
Young man, let's speak clearly.
So that you could study...
and become and Officer,
I've given my life.
- I've resigned eveything.
- Dad, think...
You seems crazy.
You want to sentence me to death.
The Americans are in Napoli.
- They're arriving!
- The Americans...
Idiot, I'm going to tell something that
nobody else know...
And don't tell no one.
No one.
- It's a militar secret.
- What news?
The Germans have a
secret weapon.
In a few days the situation
will change.
- Who told you that?
- In the Agricultural Consortium, a friend.
- The custodium?
- Yes, the Custodium.
And you believe him?
You naive...
Don't you understand that
everything is over?
What's over is your salary.
And do you know how much
is my pension?
What will we eat? "I find you thin",
of course, what do you want me to do?
Must I fast, starve to
Do you know I sold
my coat?
I sold my watches, I pawned everything.
What else can I do?
Even the violoncello I should... in exchange of
a bottle of oil or a piece of cheese.
You see what I get the fire from?
Paper balls.
Damn, Damn,
God damn the day you were born!
And I only thought of coming back
home. Do you know why?
Because I had forgotten
you were a...
I was what?
Speak!
- Annoying? -Say the word and
I'll hit you.
I even put a picture
on this room. Clown!
I'll burn this picture!
I'll destroy it!
- Dad, don't get mad.
- Beg my pardon, get on your knees!
- Listen, dad.
- The Major, say hello.
Please.
At ease, at ease.
- My son.
- My pleasure.
- A soldier of my son.
- Sapper Ceccarelli, Asunto.
Oh, a specialist.
Well, we need specialists.
- Are you coming too?
- Where?
- To the front.
- Where?
Not immediately. First we must go
to Germany to a training.
I've called Colonel Mirabille,
he'll wait you tomorrow at 8.
Let's do something...
let's gather here, tomorrow at 7 and go
together to the recruitment center.
Fervently,
enthusiastically.
Lieutenant...
You should clarify
my situation...
about my driving license you lost.
- What are you saying?
- Nothing, Major.
The Sapper Ceccarelli says that
he agrees. We're very pleased.
We'll find tomorrow morning
at 7 on the dot.
- Here?
- Yes, here.
- Thank you.
- Yes, Major.
It's 6, you said 7.
Where are we going?
Goodbye, pigheaded.
No, the door makes noise,
through the window.
It's plenty of potatoes,
and legumes too.
We can even get fresh beans.
that revives anyone.
- That's why you have an ulcer.
- Lieutenant, why are you like that?
The Americans are about to disembark.
As soon as they arrived
you'll come back home.
With my father?
Why not? He's a good man, I realized.
He was wrong, but he loves you.
On the other hand, the war os over.
Don't think about it anymore.
Up, strength, courage.
- Eh, Matia!
- What happens?
- We're going back to Villa da Terra.
- What happened?
We can't pass,
the station's been bombed.
- But, who will sign my pass?
- The Americans will sign it.
How can I come back home?
Bad luck...
What can we do...
- Let's go.
- Water.
Hands up!
Hands up!
- Is that true?
- Of course it's true.
What did they do in that train?
They're deserters.
You want half a lire and you
buy a Liquirizia.
We don't admit the price of betrayal.
Come on, let's go.
- Where?
- To the Command, walk.
Yes, yes, go.
Wlak.
Come on, walk!
But bring that and go
with your mum.
- Dad, dad...
- Look at what you have to see.
Stop, hold.
Two deserters.
- No, gentlemen, there's a mistake.
- Oh, really?... I'll show you the mistake.
Little Angel, go home and tell mum
I'll be late. Take the bike.
Yes, sir.
Sorry, they saw us with
the gun in the hand.
I took the machine gun away from
him, because I saw he was a kid.
A kid can't have a machine gun.
You two, if everything goes well,
you won't avoid hard labor.
I'm not capable.
Put a hand on his heart,
I have children, an ulcer, a wife
I have as well...
Ah! Look.
Look here... I have good things.
Things that were to Major's wife.
Ceccarelli... Don't.
A bit of conscience, they have a hard life
like we do.
Ceccarelli, you promised.
You musn't.
What does it matter? It's in his name.
To show gratitude.
- What's in there?
- Nothing.
Nothing, things you won't be
interested in.
How couldn't be interested?
It's food, good things to eat.
Things that confort.
Truffles, sausages...
Top-quality products.
Go away, before I change
my mind.
Go away.
- Let's go, Ceccarelli.
- Why are you running?
- Come on, walk.
- He won't change his mind.
- We've been lucky.
- Don't move or I'll shoot!
Watch how lucky we are.
Work, Work.
Someday I'll know who stole
the stuff from the packet.
Ceccarelli, they're going
to kill us working...
and you're worrying about
who ate your packet.
Stop, come her!
Come back!
Come on, keep working!
We're withdrawing to the North.
Everyone to the trucks, quickly.
Go to the country through
the road to Rome. Obey, soon.
Leave your work, get on the trucks.
We're going North.
Move, quickly!
Forward!
- To the North, the Americans are arriving.
Those are machine guns,
they're shooting on the streets.
- Then they're in the city.
- And they're moving us.
What's happening?
What's he saying?
I understood that civilians are
shooting at the Germans.
- They're not the Americans.
- I understand.
They're civilians that are shooting
at the Germans. They're not Americans.
Ceccarelli, what happens?
- My house is back there.
- Where?
Behind that wall, where the clothes
are hung.
They've shot the German comrades.
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