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And I saw them with my own eyes.

Dark things. Dark things.

Have you ever heard

of a certain Cunebardo, sir?

-Cunebardo?

-Cunebardo, Cunebardo.

Who used to say he would

have brought freedom.

Garibaldi! Garibaldi!

Yes, him.

He came by our land

and made the villages and the cities

rebel against the unjust laws.

Cunebardo ordered

that all the prisons be opened.

Good people were released,

but bad peopIe, too.

Bloodthirsty beasts,

enraged by too many years

spent in captivity.

There was a particularly

ferocious one.

Comizzi.

He killed human beings

just like that.

And one like him.

His assistant,

Rocco Trupia.

Comizzi and Trupia

stormed the countryside.

And those farmers who didn't want

to follow them, they killed them.

Comizzi and Trupia

took him away, too.

My husband.

I already had those two little kids

who are in America now.

Two days later,

I saw him come back.

He wasn't himself anymore.

He couldn't speak with his eyes

filled with the things he had seen.

-Nino, are you injured?

-No.

You ran away then.

They will kill you.

I can walk on my own.

He hid his hands

in a miserable way

because of the disgust

for what he had been forced to do.

He stayed in hiding for three days.

On the fourth day, he went out.

We were poor,

and we needed to work.

He went to work.

He didn't come back.

After three days,

I went to look for him.

Close the door!

Lock yourselves in!

Keep the score.

Shut up! Shut up!

Stop it! Stop it!

Go! Go!

Rocco Trupia dragged me along

with him to the mountain.

For three months, he kept me gagged

and tied because I was screaming.

And as soon as he came close to me,

I would bite.

Then, I was set free.

And after nine months,

a son was born.

But him, your son, what's his fault?

None.

But he looks just like his father.

What can I do if I start trembling

whenever I see him?

They left without my letter!

In a week, another group will leave.

We'll give it to them.

Are you sure you still want

to write that letter?

"My dear sons.

It's your mother,

that from this weeping country,

is writing to you ,

in your fair golden country.

Today, it's been 14 years

since you left,

and for 14 years your mother

has been alone waiting for you.

In a week, another group of wretched

peopIe will leave for the Americas.

And to one of them, the quickest,

the most Christian,

I will entrust this letter, my sons,

so that he can carry it

to your hands.

Second tale

MOONSICKNESS:

Bata and Sidora have been married

for just 20 days.

Bata has brought his bride

to his property,

a house with a pigsty,

isolated,

a one hour's walk from the town.

The 20th day

is now coming to an end

but Bata, tonight,

is delaying walking back home.

Bata, did you hear that?

Bata, did you hear that now?

Bata, what's the matter?

Don't get closer.

Don't be scared.

Don't get closer.

Bata, what's wrong with you?

Go home.

Lock the doors.

Close the windows.

Go home.

Don't be scared

if I pound against the door.

If I scratch it.

If I scream.

Do not open.

Do not open.

Do not open the door.

What's the matter?

I am sick.

I am very sick.

Now you tell me.

Now you tell me.

Don't do that.

I'm scared, too, you know?

Help.

Help.

What sickness?

What sickness?

The moon!

Be good.

Be good.

You had me marry him!

You had me marry him!

Everybody knows about it now, Tita.

Ours is the blame.

Ours be the punishment.

I...

I am to blame.

Because I hid my sickness.

I hid it because nobody

would have wanted me

had I confessed it

before getting married.

Now I am here before all of you,

and I will tell you

how my misfortune was born.

My mother, when I was young,

used to go harvesting.

That one time, the day wasn't enough,

and she kept working all night long.

Me...

She had left me among the ears

on a clear night,

exposed to the moon.

And I did play with that fair moon.

And the moon put a spell on me.

On every full moon,

the sickness overcomes me.

But it's a sickness

that affects only me,

the others have just to beware of it.

Just one night and that's it.

I, myself, forget everything

the next morning.

I hoped my wife

would be more fearIess.

But she is not.

We can arrange it like this.

On every full moon, her mother

will come up to stay with her

while I shut myself

out of my house.

Stop it.

Stop it now.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

On the next full moon,

I'll come to your place.

You'll scream more than me.

I won't come alone.

I'll come with Saro.

With Saro?

It was he who told you?

We'll tell him together

tomorrow morning.

We don't have other men

in our family...

I couldn't give him to you as husband

because he doesn't own anything.

But as a cousin and protector,

that dumbhead will know what to do.

You think that Saro and me...

You talk too much.

I'll go ahead and wait for you.

Your mother is right.

Next full moon , I'll come

to your husband's place.

And you call someone like that

a husband?

Sidora, who doesn't have faults?

Bata is sick.

What about me?

I have an even bigger fault.

You, Saro?

I didn't have the strength to recover

my wits and have you marry me.

You cut yourself?

It was the barber.

It's sweet.

I can't stand to wait a month

for the next full moon.

Don't worry.

There's still time.

The probIem will come

when the moon's horns are gone.

It's the first time we have guests

up here at Roba's.

This party is a little special.

Come here.

I want your mother and Saro

to be treated like special guests.

-Get the trousseau's table cloth.

-Yes!

I love you, Bata.

Do you believe me?

Forgive me.

Me? Forgive you?

Here they come.

What about having dinner outside?

Madonna, help me!

I am dying. I am dying.

I'll never ask you for anything again.

Never again.

Make me happy, just for one time.

Just once.

Just for tonight.

Would you like more?

I do.

She won't come out from over there.

The moon is whimsical.

She never comes out

where you expect her to.

But she and I

know each other pretty well.

And I know that tonight she'll

come out from behind the mountain.

There's still time for some grappa.

I distilled it with my own hands.

It's illegal.

So I keep it buried in the garden.

I tied this iron wire on its top,

and when I go to take it,

I can find it

by groping my way in the dark.

And if there is the moon,

I can see it with my eyes.

When there is a full moon, too?

No.

I am afraid.

Sidora, you already know

what it's like.

And Saro is a man.

But I'm an old woman,

and I'm afraid of everyone.

Hide me in the pigsty.

I'll lock myself in.

And he can be a wolf outside.

Mom.

Mom.

I'll go and take the pig in.

If I let it run away,

I'll be in big trouble.

No, no.

Water, water.

My throat is dry.

Where are you going?

Cool down, Tita.

We're lucky tonight.

The moon won't find us.

Is that him?

Saro!

Shut up.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

I can't.

Are you scared?

Are you scared?

He's in pain.

Where are you going?

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