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Get a move on!

You'll end up in jail.

You want to lodge in my jar?

I'll sue you.

Yes, I'll sue you for illegal lodging.

You want to stay in there?

Then stay there! Stay there!

You'll starve to death.

With this I'll eat,

and you will eat, too.

Go buy what you need.

Thanks.

Come here.

There's more light.

The moon came out.

The moon just came out.

Hey, guys, let's take this bench

and put it over here.

Come on, guys,

let's put it over here.

Why did you leave me alone?

I want to see the moon, too.

Let me see it.

Let me see it.

No, no, don't lift it.

Turn me around.

Slowly.

Like that.

Good.

Come on.

Slowly.

Lay me on my stomach on the slide.

Turn it.

-On my stomach, on my stomach.

-On your stomach, on your stomach.

What the hell are you doing?

On my stomach.

I can see it! Stop!

Go back.

How beautiful it is.

You know, I feel like I haven't

seen it for over a century.

Look at it.

Break your neck, you old devil!

He's dead!

You've broken it, and I've won!

My jar.

My poor jar.

Fourth tale

He's my son.

Don't think that since

you don't see his mother here,

that we didn't want this little child

who was our first.

But the birth was difficult.

But you can't bury him until tomorrow.

You should have informed me.

To get here from Margari,

I walked one day and one night.

And I have to be back up there

early tomorrow for the cattle.

I'll carry it.

For tonight,

I'll leave it in the crypt.

What's the best place?

You can place it here,

where there is light.

In the middle.

Here.

Pardon me.

I'd rather move it where the other

people of our town are buried.

Here in the middle, on his own,

he could be afraid.

How much is it?

Three coins.

Six months later,

a board of 20 Margaritans

came down the valley

to claim their own graveyard.

Until the prefect receives us,

we won't leave.

I'm their priest,

and I speak in the name of God,

who sent us on this Earth not

only to live, but to live and to die.

The graveyard!

Shut up!

If a bad human law

denies the living poor

the right to have a land

on which, laying his foot,

he can say, "This is mine,"

it cannot deny the dead

the right to have a grave.

To that man and to his sons...

Where are you?

Stand up.

There.

This man's father is dying.

And he's the father of us all,

the founder of our village.

And now he wants to rest in peace

in the grave that he dug

with his own hands.

60 years ago, this man, now dying,

went up for the first time

on the lands of Margari

and built with his own hands

the first house with canes and clay.

Now there are many houses up there.

The inhabitants are more than 100.

But one gentleman, the baron...

Don't go away, sir!

Don't go away!

Baron!

But the baron of Margari

savagely denies us

the permission to bury our dead,

to keep them under our eyes

and to guard them.

We have been tolerating this torment

without crying until now,

content with praying, entreating

with hands joined this savage man.

But now that the father of us all

is dying,

Oh Christians, our dear old man,

who is longing

to be buried over there...

When you light your pipe,

it's a bad sign.

You're worried, aren't you, Dad?

You really think that

your father is a savage,

like that sort of priest down there

is saying?

Yes.

He is the savage, Francesca,

that old man.

He's dying now,

and I don't like to badtalk him.

That man has built on our lands,

not only without paying the rent,

but without even asking

for permission.

I mean, we're no longer free

to go for a walk on our own property.

The last time was 10 years ago.

Do you remember him?

I'm the one with the rucksack.

Mom, Ermanno, Valentina.

And that's him, the old man!

Yes, it's him.

He had brought us some ricotta,

do you remember?

You can't imagine

what kind of a man he is.

Authoritative, malicious.

It was a great trip.

It was a great trip.

Come on, give them the permission

to have a graveyard.

Everything would get quieter.

I'd like to, Francesca...

...but I can't.

I can't because, you see, Francesca,

the usurpation would take root

underground, with their dead.

I really think I'm on the right side.

You'll see, they'll be gone by now.

If the police don't escort them,

that old man is capable of having

himself buried alive in the grave,

as soon as they will announce

my refusal.

If you want to stay on our land

while you're alive, stay there.

But the abuse of having you

even after you're dead,

that I'll never allow.

Never!

I'm sorry.

I wanted to water him,

not you, Madam.

There's no more.

Come down!

Take him down!

Come down!

The gun.

Let's go.

Let's bury it first.

There is no time.

We have to be in Margari

before night.

We'll never make it, Captain!

Besides, you can't leave

an animal corpse unburied.

Sergeant?

Where are you?

I wonder if the father is still alive.

I hope he's dead.

Our father? Why?

It's better for him if he died

hoping to be buried in his land.

Be quiet!

If he's dead, he'll hear us.

I'm scared.

How will I get through the night

scared as I am?

And now, when it's trotting.

You're good.

But you can't do this.

The wind.

And the rain.

Are you sleeping?

Was it you again?

No.

But I heard...

Maybe you imagined it.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Run, go call the Captain.

-Anybody there?

-No.

Then go look around the house,

behind the mountain.

No one's in here either.

Captain.

There he is, our father.

He had himself carried

in the land that he had chosen,

where our graveyard

was supposed to rise

in front of his grave.

He wants to die in the open air,

among his people

and be buried underneath its grass.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

The police.

The police.

Help me get down in the grave.

Help me get down in the grave.

Throw me down.

Throw me down.

Throw me down.

Let him sit.

A chair.

A chair, come on!

All traitors.

Have someone take you back

to your bed, farmer.

-Traitors.

-Take him back home.

In your bed, farmer, it's much better.

Go give a hand to the guy

with the stakes.

You betrayed me, too, my son.

Stop standing around! Let go of those

stakes, take down the other ones!

You too! Come on, come on!

The cross and the plough over there.

You, go and pull down the walls.

Actually, no. Come here, you two.

Yes, you and you!

Follow the procession

up to the village.

But with respect and at a distance.

Macaluso, bring here the camera

that the baron gave us.

Stop, stop.

From there.

Give it to me.

Set the tripod.

I hope we'll know how to use it.

What's the matter?

What's going on?

The father is dead!

In front of similar demonstrations,

I demand a written order.

Come on, guys, go.

The father said that

now we can all wait together.

Epilogue

DIALOGUE WITH THE MOTHER

l had slept during the entire

two days of travel to Sicily,

where l had not been

since the death of my mother.

Somebody sent someone

to look for me.

l hadn't been able to understand

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