Good Morning, Babylon

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Remove the scaffolds!

And this one!

Andrea!

Nicola!

Those two are always

something special.

It's finished.

Let's get down.

To jump down?

A chair!

I'm sure those who built this,

after completing their job

they would have stood here to

admire it like I'm doing now.

Those were great!

A miracle!

Here's to you,

Church of the Miracles,

and to our ancestors who

built it a thousand years ago

and to those who transmitted

to us this craft of ours,

made by our hands

and by our imagination.

Of course, I also drink

to your health

because you have restored

the facade to its former glory.

Please allow me to thank

my seven sons

who have been working with you

but, especially,

to raise my glass

to these two little rascals

over there

the two youngest

who have hands of gold,

of real masters.

Yet all you have proved skilled

so you should not feel offended

If I praise those two too much.

That's fine, father...

but you wanted us to reunite

in order to tell us something else

more important...

less pleasant...

Take it easy.

A son ought not to

upset his father.

I've decided to speak later

after the last dish.

Father.

You have started

and I have to finish.

Duccio is right.

This is a farewell dinner.

The work we have just accomplished

will be the last.

We are seriously struck by crisis.

The firm is in so much debt

I have to shut it.

My seven sons will decide

what to do, I will retire

in the countryside,

in the house where I was born.

You do know all the rest, don't you?

Those things were up in the air.

No!

I didn't know f*** anything!

I am flabbergasted!

This was supposed to be a feast!

And to think that

I even bought a gift!

This is a funeral!

And for me, isn't it?

Forgive me.

To our master!

So the brothers have decided

to sell off everything.

Yes, everything.

They'll open a great store.

And you, the children?

Yes, the "children" too.

We are to be vendors.

That will be enough.

This means you're going

to change profession?

All seven? Even the little

brothers with the hands of gold?

Yes. All seven.

We're about to recheck the accounts.

Not so loud,

you'll wake up dad.

- We shouldn't give up.

- We have both thought it well.

It's not in our interest to sell off.

The company can do without any workers.

The seven of us are enough.

Let's clear the table.

For a year...

For a year, we won't take any pay.

You, Pietro!

Don't get married right away.

And those who have family,

no more children!

Explain this to your wives!

Quiet!

Are you afraid that father

may hear us?

Leave it to me.

Duccio!

Explain yourself!

You're worried because

today father retired.

But we are both not!

Nicola and I went to see

our father in his house

in the country,

to say good buy...

We had decided to leave Italy

and go to America.

We won't return until we earn enough dollars

to buy our company back.

One day we'll work together again

in our cathedrals.

- I swear to you!

- Me too!

But you have to wait for us, father.

Do not die!

I will not.

They say if want to stay young,

live like the young.

So, I will stay a young man.

I swear to you!

What time is it in America?

It is morning.

Then, before going to sleep,

I will say to you: "Good morning

Andrea, good morning Nicola".

And then in the evening

I will say:
"Good morning

Andrea, good morning Nicola"

because it will make no difference.

You are two of you

and that's your force.

On the condition that

you will always remain equal.

Otherwise, you will become enemies.

Keep this in mind.

Forever and ever be equal

to each other.

This is your secret.

A secret known only by two,

is a secret kept by God.

Father, we are a little scared.

Good bye Italy!

F*** Italy!

- It seems we arrived.

- We're in America.

Who said that?

We salute you, America!

Bloody America, you'll become ours.

Instead, America did not become ours.

Time past.

We moved from state to state

while our jobs were getting more

temporary and more humiliating.

I miss four pigs!

Are they with yours, Andrea?

Ask me in English or I won't answer!

I'm going look for them.

Wait!

Where did you see them last?

On "rich".

Not "rich", Nicola! "Ridge"!

It's no use, Andrea.

It's not use at all.

No! If we only had

a better understanding

we would not end up here.

And we shall end up here forever!

No, Nicola! Repeat after me!

One, two, buckle the shoe!

Three, four,

knock at the door!

Five, six, pick up sticks!

- They fell off the cliff!

- They eat each other!

Take the others away!

This is horrible!

Horrible!

Good morning, Andrea.

Good morning, Nicola.

What the hell they think they do?

- Can you believe this?!

- The brakes are blocked, Jeff!

Just one moment!

One moment!

Sounds like foreigners to me.

Just take it easy.

There's no point...

It's Okay, folks, we'll be off in

no time. Just get back and sit tight.

It'll take some time to cool off.

No, we're not choristers in the opera.

Just a moment of nostalgia.

We are all craftsmen,

sculptors, plasterers, masons,

carpenters,

and painters.

We're going to San Francisco,

to the Great International Expo

to mount the Italian flag.

He and me are foremen.

We came directly from Italy.

The others were already here.

- What about the two of you?

- We are craftsmen like you.

From Tuscany.

We are the ones who restored

the Church of the Miracles.

Well, then...

what are you doing here?

We...

We...

I can't hear you well...

But what are you doing here?

Boys!

Come and see!

We did ourselves proud.

All the Italians did themselves proud

that year in San Francisco.

We were the heroes of the hour.

Nobody talked of anything

but us and our "Tower of Jewels"

Italian Foremen With Their Workers

We worked there as their laborers.

We made some money

and bought ourselves

some fancy new suits.

At the Expo, they were showing

the motion picture "Cabiria",

another great Italian success!

There was one man in the crowd wanted

to see the picture again at once.

By himself.

He paid for the theatre and orchestra.

That man, destined to have

a great influence over our lives,

was the most famous

film-director in all of America.

D.W. Griffith.

Send a wire:

"To Pastrone, director

of 'Cabiria', Italy.

Your picture

is greater than all of mine.

"Tonight,

you made me realize

the film I am shooting

is taking me off course.

I am cancelling it."

He said "cancel", Mr. Grass?

We already... we already

made the calls for Monday.

That's right! A hundred

extras, six automobiles...

- Won't we rehearse the actors?

- Wait a minute, just shut up.

Enough!

"And I don't know whether to

be grateful or... I hate you.

D.W. Griffith."

Never mind.

Artists communicate through their work.

There he is!

- Have the Italians done it again?

- How does it compare?

What impressed you most

about "Cabiria"?

Everything!

Everything? Could you be

a little more specific?

A sequence? Or an image?

The elephant.

The black elephant!

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