Fiorile AKA Wild Flower Page #2

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Come, come.

Thank you, mister.

No, no, no!

Go away!

Go away!

What have they done to you?

What have they done to you?

Jean!

Duilio.

I am washing away the hangover.

Then I'll go there, and I'll kill him.

You are a good man, Duilio.

But you can also be a fool.

If you kill that Frenchman,

there will be shame for your daughter

and jail for you.

And ruin for your family.

If it's right that

the Frenchman dies...

I might be a coward,

but don't die.

Michel, my vest.

Elisabetta.

Thank you, my friend.

Jean, the mule, the mule!

Hey, Frenchman.

Would you like some ricotta?

Go away.

Go away!

Ready!

Set!

Fire!

"Dear Elisabetta...

I am taking advantage of the light

of the sunset to write you a letter.

Maybe later, in the dark of the night,

it might happen

that I will scream and cry,

but I hope I won't.

But I can't understand death.

The first instant I saw you...

...I loved you.

It happens sometimes,

and it happened to us.

I would have liked to tell you

about my sudden love for freedom,

which took me as far as here,

in your Tuscany.

I would have liked to tell you about

my desire to live in the New World,

where everything changes.

Rules that sound eternal get undone.

The estates of the various masters

get undone.

Friends make new friends.

And lovers bind themselves together,

like us.

Today, it is the seventh day

of the month of Fiorile.

That is what my revolution is called,

'The Month of Springtime.'

I hug you tenderly, my Elisabetta,

my Fiorile."

What have you two done to me?

What are you doing?

Stop it! Don't be like this!

I can't see you like this! No!

I swear I will make you happy!

- I swear I will make you happy!

- No!

Swear that you will have no peace

until the man

who had him die is found.

Swear to me!

You all have to swear to me!

Elisabetta never managed

to take revenge.

She died giving birth to a child

in the faraway town

where the family had taken refuge.

But it was after 100 years,

the legend says...

Remember that this is a legend.

...that one

of Elisabetta's descendants

took revenge on her behalf.

- What was her name?

- Elisa, and it was she who...

Wait, Dad, stop!

Mom, I have to pee.

Of course now.

Don't go on, Dad!

I want to hear how the story ends!

- I'll tell it to you!

- No! Mom, watch Dad!

I'll watch these two.

So, Dad? What did they do

with all those gold coins?

They bought everything you see.

The sons of the sons of the Benedetti.

When they came back to this area.

Up until down there.

- Simona, can you hear me?

- Yes!

Oh, they also bought the hotel

where we are staying.

It was the most beautiful villa

in the area.

- They used to live there.

- Come on, wait for her. Just wait.

Look what I've found, Mom!

Come closer.

Like Fiorile.

Where was I, kids?

Elisa, who made revenge.

Elisa had two brothers,

Alessandro and Renzo.

For Alessandro, the elder brother,

it wasn't enough to be rich.

That gold was cursed,

remember this.

And wealth is a hunger

you can't satisfy.

Alessandro also wanted to govern.

He wanted to be elected deputy.

He wanted to go to Rome.

Everything began

on a summer night in 1903.

On the eve of his campaign,

Alessandro gave a big dinner party,

like they used to do

during the Medici's times,

for the most influential families

of the area.

He had to amaze them,

to astonish them.

He was sure he could do it.

But Elisa, his sister,

hid a secret from him.

The villa was all lit.

- An orchestra was playing.

- At full volume?

Well, more or less.

Like a rock concert?

My dear Alessandro,

how shall we go on without you

in this wild village,

when you will be in Rome?

The problem is getting to Rome.

We must win the elections first.

You'll get there.

They need new people down there.

What's the matter, Elisa?

You are pale.

Am I ugly?

No. You are...

I know.

I am to be eaten tonight.

Yes, I feel in very good form, too.

However, I don't.

That's Francesco.

Treat him well, please.

- Welcome, Francesco.

- Thank you.

- Did you read my letter?

- What letter?

The last one.

You make me neglect

the other guests.

You look beautiful.

Alessandro!

To Rome, then, Benedetti.

But...

Did she call us Benedetti

or "Maledetti"?

Again?

Did you take your medicine tonight?

Even tonight? I thought...

No, it is exactly tonight

that you have to take it.

Do it now!

Oh, yes.

You came?

- Are you ill?

- Yes, yes. I feel ill all over.

But I feel good all over

since I started loving you.

And I can't stand to look at myself

with these women's clothes on!

It was the only way

to have you here tonight.

And try to act well, my love.

The party has to be successful.

I don't give a damn about the party!

No. These people have come here

for Alessandro.

They have to send him to Rome.

And when my brother will be in Rome,

you and I will...

Renzo?

Elisa, I was looking for my medicine.

Here, here.

- You are on my side, aren't you?

- Who, me?

Yes. You won't say anything.

You will keep the secret to yourself.

No. I mean, yes.

I mean, I understood.

I mustn't tell Alessandro.

But with that guy?

Idiot!

- Does he worry you?

- No, just a little.

Even if he tells Alessandro,

who do you think

is going to believe such an idiot?

Don't you ever call him an idiot!

Forgive me.

We must find Laura.

You go ahead.

Watch out!

What?

You forgot the wig.

Oh, God.

I look funny, don't I?

You are pretty.

I am a male. I am a male.

- Renzo?

- Yes?

How come the ladies are men?

Because Elisa said

that at the court of the Medici,

the women's roles

were played by men.

Excuse me. Gina is upstairs

in your study with her son.

She would like to salute you.

Alessandro,

I have to tell you something.

Sorry, I have to meet

guests upstairs in my study.

Have the guests move in the library.

Me?

- What am I supposed to tell them?

- Show them the antique books.

If you have any problems,

ask Elisa to give you a hand.

- It's exactly about Elisa that l...

- Go!

You shouldn't have come here

to the villa.

Mr. Alessandro, how could we leave

for America without saying good-bye?

The farmer gave us the rest

of the papers and money today.

Damn it, it's tomorrow.

I know, I know.

Tomorrow morning.

Everyone?

Everyone, I guarantee.

Everyone.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

No, no. The only way to thank me

is to leave as soon as you can.

And don't let Elisa see you.

She hasn't seen us, right?

- Which one is Elio?

- The one with the black threads.

Shag her, my son.

Shag her, at least for this night.

Alessandro! What's the matter?

How come you are here?

What about you?

Are you worried?

Just relax. Everything will be fine.

Yes.

I hope it will all be all right.

For everyone.

It will be fine.

The one of you

Dressed in green

May she set her little sparrow

Free from the birdcage

To let her freely sing

Opening the small gate wide

May she then let her meet

The little bird

That hops as lost in the snow

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