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He needs help.

He's going to stop.

He's going to stop.

Don't listen to him!

Don't listen to him!

Go away! Go away!

Come away. Come away.

THE JAR:

That year was great

for the olives,

despite the fog that had oppressed

them during the blossoming.

Someone had expected it

and had ordered for his crop

a jar as big as an abbess

because the old enameled ones

were no longer sufficient for him.

Whose is this?

Don Lollo's.

Oh, we have arrived then.

I brought him this new jar.

You still have a long way to go.

But I don't know the directions.

Get back on the cart.

I'll show it to you.

Go, go.

You see that hill over there?

It's Don Lollo's.

If you go past that hill

and you'll get to the farm ,

it's Don Lollo's.

Then you go past the farm,

all the way down to the riverbed.

It's Don Lollo's.

Then you cross the riverbed,

and you go up the other hill.

Then you go down to the plane land,

and there you'll find Don Lollo

waiting for you.

What a great year!

Clean it then.

Stop it.

They're looking at us.

They're looking at you.

You're their Charlemagne.

Honestly, it makes me sad, Sara.

Why, what's the matter?

That God is unjust.

Do not swear.

Look at that kid.

He doesn't have anything,

yet he still has 60 years of life

ahead of him.

And I, who have all this,

how many years left might I have?

So, you don't like working for me?

I like it, Don Lollo, I like it.

Sing, then.

There it is!

There it is!

It's here, it's here!

It's here, it's here!

No, no, a little bit farther.

Here, here.

Listen, it sounds

like the Easter's bell.

Who did this?

Who did this?

Don Lollo!

Don Lollo, for Heaven's sake!

Let me go.

My poor jar,

what have they done to you?

Envy.

It was envy or infamy.

Where shall I find one like this?

Where?

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

Had I not left you alone,

you would still be healthy.

But now you're gone for good.

What am I going to do now?

Come on, look.

It can be repaired.

Only one piece came off.

It's a clean cut.

Maybe it was cracked.

It wasn't cracked.

It sounded like a bell.

And now I'll never hear it again.

Yes, you will.

You want me to believe in miracles?

There's still someone who does them.

Who?

The best potter in Sicily.

What, he's got magic hands?

No, not the hands,

but he's got a miraculous lute.

When it sets,

even a hammer can't break it.

And what kind of lute is it?

He knows the secret.

And where does he live?

Close by.

Very close.

Right in front of you.

We sent someone to call him.

If you turn around,

it's Zi Dima.

They say you...

They say you have a miraculous lute.

Let me see it.

If you talk like that,

you won't get nothing.

He doesn't show it to anyone.

He is jealous of it.

What do you say,

can my jar be fixed?

Can it be fixed?

-The lute.

-What?

The lute.

The court has passed the sentence.

But I warn you ,

even if your lute is miraculous,

I don't trust it.

I want it stitched.

Sir, are these your manners?

What is this Charlemagne's attitude?

I have to put oil into the jar.

Do you understand?

And I want stitches.

Lute and stitches.

I am the boss here.

No, not on my hunch, please.

Please.

What are you looking at?

Go to work, go to work!

See?

If you want it stitched, I need help.

If you want it stitched, I need help.

Hat!

Is it true that you saw

the lute's recipe in a dream?

In a dream, yes.

And what did you see in the dream?

My father.

-And he told you how to make it?

-Fool.

Why?

Do you know who my father was?

He was the devil who eats you up.

So you're the son of the devil?

Yes.

What I have here in my rucksack

is the pitch that will attack

all those who want to ruin jars

with these bad stitches.

Is the pitch black?

It's white.

My father taught me

how to make it white.

They'll acknowledge its power

when they'll be boiling inside it.

Down there, the pitch is black.

You understand?

If I smear it on your hand

and I clench it,

it will never come off.

Back to work.

Back off now.

Turn around.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Pull.

Pull.

Hit it.

Hit it.

And now, these bad stitches.

You, help me get out of here.

Help me get out of here!

Damn it!

Help me get out!

You stitched yourself in. Good.

You renovated it. Well done.

I see you didn't take the

measurements of your hunch, though.

Now you want to get out.

Fair enough.

By breaking my jar, you idiot!

This is my jar, and if it breaks

another time, who's going to pay?

So what?

You want to keep me closed in here?

No, no.

But before that, one has to see

what needs to be done.

What needs to be done?

What?

Help!

Help!

What are you doing?

If you don't want to break it,

I'll break it myself.

I'll make it roll down and break

against that wall, understand?

Wait, wait.

Let's think it over.

Let's think it over.

I'll help you get out of here.

Let's try slowly.

Like this.

This is worst.

It's worst!

It's the shoulder that's stuck.

And you have a lot of it on one side.

It's not my hunch that's big,

it's the mouth of your jar

that's narrow.

Down!

Down!

Stretch out your arm, like that.

You bit me!

You bit me!

Yes.

Go on biting.

Now I'll show you.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Like this.

No, no, please.

I am ticklish under my arms.

No! I said no!

Then you'll come inside with me.

Calash!

Hey, can you hear me?

For your own good,

I'm going to go see my lawyer.

But before that,

I want to do my duty.

I'll pay you for your work.

Everyone is a witness!

Five lire!

And the lawyer will say

how to get him out.

You don't love me, Don Lollo.

I've just been operated

for appendicitis five days ago.

If I laugh, my wound will open again.

Excuse me, sir.

What's so funny?

You have no worries

because the jar is mine.

And you, to avoid loosing it,

you want to keep him inside?

Stop it, stop it.

Do you know what this is called?

Kidnapping.

Who kidnapped him?

He kidnapped himself.

Actually, I could sue him

for illegaI lodging.

Why don't you send

the bailiff there for the eviction?

Help! It's reopening!

Please, Don Lollo,

come back another time.

I told you that it was not

the right moment.

Please.

No, no, Nunzia.

Let him stay.

I can give him my opinion.

Don Lollo, on your part, you have to

free the prisoner immediately.

The potter, on his part,

will have to answer

for the damage caused

because of his foolishness.

By paying me for the jar.

Come closer.

I have to speak softly.

Not as if it were new, mind you.

Why?

Because it was broken.

No way. Now it's new.

Better than new.

He says it himself.

Let him be the one to value it then.

In front of everyone.

I ought to pay you, sir?

Are you kidding me?

If I had used my lute only, my lute,

I wouldn't be in here now.

And I'll rot in here.

The lawyer hasn't considered that.

You hate me, then!

But not as much as I hate you.

You can't even imagine it.

You lack the imagination.

Take it down from there

and place it in front of the barn.

And take down that canopy.

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