N (Io e Napoleone)
NAPOLEON EXILED:
Portoferraioo March 4o 1814.
Same dream again.
The foulo bloodthirsty beast
is reigning over the island...
that's been reduced
to a heap of corpses...
and I kill him!
to bring you breakfast...
Good morning, Master Martino.
Good morning, Master Martino.
I wonder about the recondite meaningo
perhaps a sign of fate...
- What is it?
- Your sister...
I'm not hungry!
- Ordered me...
- Take it away.
Which draws me to...
- To bring you breakfast. Good morning.
- Did you hear me?
- Yes.
- Well?
Yes.
Close the door.
Which draws me to the object
of my sacred hate.
Martino, you'll be late for class!
Why are you standing around?
Bring him breakfast...
- and help me with the mattresses.
- Yes.
Dunce, I'll come back
with the hatchet!
Sir Ferrante,
he said he isn't hungry...
I'm going to give
your sister a hand.
- What did she say?
- I don't know.
Mad.
NAPOLEON AND ME:
Good morning.
Hello.
- Good morning, how are you
- Fine, thanks.
- Good morning, buy something.
- I'll be right back.
- Good morning, Professor.
- Good morning.
Come on, come on!
So, the arrogant,
reactionary ogre...
asked Buchettino:
"How did you climb up there?"
Buchettino,
who was a free spirit...
responded... colon...
open quotation marks.
"I'd be a dullard to tell you!
You'd climb up here and eat me."
Close quotation marks.
- Pietro, bring me that paper.
- Me?
Yes, come here. Let me see.
- But I didn't do it.
- What is this?
The Army of Elba, he said so.
Bruno, who might this be?
- Our new king, sir.
- Since when do we have a king?
Napoleon will become king of Elba!
Napoleon?
For your information...
Napoleon is coming here in exile!
From the Latin word exilium...
which means, out of the city.
He was thrown out
because he's a scoundrel...
and thus, will be tried
and executed.
He deserves any death he gets.
- Why, Ferruccio?
- He's an arrogant reactionary.
Like the ogre of Buchettino, worse!
Marcellino!
- Because he's a dunce!
- Yes! You.
He's a lump of poo.
- Yes!
- He's a son of a gun!
- You.
- Son of a pig!
- You.
- Piece of poo!
- You.
- He's a fart!
- You.
- Piece of sh*t!
Worse! He's a traitor, tyrant,
and assassin.
An assassin who killed
thousands of young people.
In one single battle,
Imagine our island deserted.
Everybody dead.
King my foot,
he'll get the reception he deserves...
he'll be booed!
Rotten cauliflower in his face!
Dead cats and rotten onions!
Good morning, sir.
I warned you, Master Papucci...
leave your political ideas
outside the classroom.
- Are you unable to do that?
- It's painfully difficult.
I don't intend to make you suffer,
Master Papucci...
so go outside with your ideas
and say goodbye to your pupils...
who are no longer.
- Pupils?
- Yours!
Leave. You can leave now.
Forever?
In aeternis.
Okay.
I thank you.
Dear children...
goodbye.
Remember, rotten onions!
Now, children, hands folded.
"Salve regina,
mater misericordiae..."
Come, Uncle Egisto
will introduce you to His Majesty.
May 18o 1814o
the scoundrel has arrived.
At dawno
the English ship "Undaunted"...
anchored off the coast
of Bagnaia...
he set foot on the island
this morning.
I tooo wanted to look at his face...
so I joined the crowd of fools
who welcomed him...
with the blessing
of Mayor Egisto Lonzi Tognarini...
Grand Knight of Peckers.
Welcomeo Your Majesty.
of his grimace...
more foul than how it has been depicted
by ass-kissing painters.
The crowd is enthusiastic
about something worse than them...
who charms and captivates them.
The more they venerate
that bloodthirsty being...
the more I hate him.
Good morning.
- I said good morning.
- Good morning, Ferrante.
Most of the cargo has been loaded.
- Did you see him?
- No, I was busy.
Are you ready?
Brother, I'm confused.
Are you setting sail or not?
They should have cut off
his head...
but instead they make him
our sovereign.
What does that have to do
with your departure?
You're mixing work and politics.
Tell me why! I'm an imbecile!
I consider it philosophically
correct, ethical!
Politics at the expense of others...
removes you from duties
and real life, which is elsewhere.
Elsewhere, in the shop?
You lost your job, you surround
yourself with faded books...
containing no trace of reality.
- Let go of my arm!
- Answer me, are you setting sail?
Is that a question or an order?
If it's an order, let it be clear
that I take orders from no one.
Understand?
Holy Mary...
Quietly!
- Careful!
- It's your brother's lunch.
Room service! Absurd!
Careful!
- Sorry.
- He's so lazy.
plus these bales of buckwheat.
When your brother's ready,
they'll set sail.
Martino won't go.
You must go, Oreste.
I know your wife is ill...
at the end of the month.
- May I speak to you?
- Quiet!
So, it isn't possible?
Master, if you command me...
If you command him...
You be quiet!
Go on, I'll see you at the pier.
So I'll have to set sail,
with all the things I have to do!
Try to understand, I want to stay
and see what Napoleon does.
Are you fighting?
Diamantina, your brother won't leave
because he hates Napoleon.
- Yes.
- I hate him too...
but what does that matter?
I don't feel like leaving
for three months.
I feel uneasy and wary,
I don't know why.
Marseilles, Genoa, Barcelona,
Gibraltar, Lisbon!
- Some people would pay to do it.
- Exactly!
Don't you want to be a writer?
New worlds, customs, traditions.
A writer mustn't go
dawdling around...
he must be the eyes and voice
of his country.
I must stay here
and see what that scoundrel does...
and bear witness to it.
Uneasy and wary my foot,
I know why you don't want to leave!
What do you know?
That old, foul,
Miss Big Buns is back.
- Quiet, you idiot!
- I'll speak when I please.
You're no Jacobin,
you're just the Countess's plaything...
and she's a whore!
What are you saying, you idiot!
- She's a Baroness, not a Countess.
- She's not a whore!
How dare you, you spinster!
- How dare you?
- How you dare!
Don't you dare touch your sister!
Dreadful rats!
- You're nothing but beasts!
- What did I do?
So?
Truce! Truce!
- Truce!
- Truce! Truce!
- Shame on us, we're siblings.
- We're shameful!
What did dad say before he died?
- I know.
- Let's say it again.
- "Be a mother to him".
- "Be a father to him".
Both.
- We love you...
- Yes.
That's why we tell you
to not lock yourself in your room...
acting as if you were
Dante Alighieri and we were...
- Two lumps of sod!
- Yes.
Now be good, go pack,
and set sail.
No.
- Mirella?
- Yes.
Put all his things in a sack...
and place it outside
because I am leaving...
but you're not staying
in this house, get out!
- Ferrante...
- Don't Ferrante me!
Do as he says, actually...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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