Red Like the Sky Page #5

will you ever leave me?

No.

Even if you meet other girls

when you grow up?

I don't want any other girls.

Let's go now.

After 3 years and 3,000 nights

Elisa, imprisoned in the castle,

was still waiting for her brothers.

What will become of me?

Will I be forced

to pine away in this castle

and die of sadness?

Is that the castle where

our sister is hidden?

Yes, and there is a Dragon

guarding the door.

- How will we ever get in?

- I'm afraid. I don't want to go in!

Me, neither! That Dragon

can shoot fire out of his eyes.

- But what can we do?

- I have an idea.

With eyes closed we can't see him.

- You're crazy!

- Maybe he's right.

It's true!

Even when we close our eyes

we know our way around.

Oh Lord, who gave

His only begotten Son to win,

with His death and resurrection...

All right.

What can we do at this point?

We could have

the little angel appear.

Felice could do it... Felice Cordero.

Is Felice here?

Boys, where is Felice?

Where is everyone?

Listen, Brothers!

The Dragon is coming.

We're not afraid,

in our blindfolds, we're invincible!

To arms!

Attack!

Save me!

What is going on here?

Have you all gone mad?

What are you doing here?

Aren't you ashamed?

- Look what they've stolen!

- The tape recorder!

What are you doing with this?

Who is responsible for this?

- Whose idea was this?

- Oh, no, sir!

We were just having fun

like the time we went to the cinema.

What cinema?

- Sister Santa, what cinema?

- I know nothing about this.

Here you are, you naughty girl!

Do you want to get me fired?

Is that what you want?

I'm sorry, sir, it's all my fault.

But it won't happen again.

It certainly is your fault!

- Take your daughter inside.

- I see...

that the boy responsible for this

has made you all forget

what it means to be honest.

I know quite well who it is.

He's not getting away with this.

This is Balleri's last day.

He's going home tomorrow.

That's all there is to it.

- What happened?

- Better not ask too many questions.

Let me have the best homework

later this morning,

to read to the parents.

I'm going home.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

In the castle, there was also

a terrible Witch,

the Dragon's assistant.

Beware. The flames of hell

will devour you

until your skin

falls from your flesh

and your very bones

turn to dust.

May! With your gown

embroidered with flowers

and your splendid blue mornings.

You perfume every path

and show us the way

through the darkest straits.

I brought you the best homework.

Next time you run away,

come and see me.

- Where?

- At the blast furnace!

- Sure!

- Bye, Ettore!

You may keep these.

Did you at least listen to them?

It's the end of the year.

I have no time to waste.

It's not a waste of time!

I know he gets carried away.

But he has his own way,

a unique way,

of looking at things,

discovering and telling about them.

He's completely different.

There's nothing wrong with that.

You do know that this school

is over 100 years old?

In all that time, life here

has gone very smoothly.

With no problems whatsoever.

And do you know why?

Because we have rules here.

To some people, they might seem

stupid and out-of-date.

But they permit these children

some kind of life outside

after they finish school.

These kids can't see, it's true.

But they're alive! They're full

of enthusiasm and imagination!

We aren't helping if we deny them

the freedom to express themselves.

- To hurt themselves?

- Why not? It's part of learning.

You spend time with them.

But I am one of them.

Freedom is a luxury that

we blind people cannot afford.

We, we... listen, I know what

your problem is.

You weren't in here as a child.

You could study and travel.

Why don't you want to give these kids

the same opportunities you had?

Because they don't have them!

They're blind!

- Maybe because you deny them.

- Are you finished?

I was the one

who gave Mirco the tape recorder.

Do you think I didn't know that?

That was very wrong. Anyway,

that doesnt justify his behavior.

One undisciplined boy may not

jeopardize the good of the others.

How's it going?

Okay.

- Are you glad you're going home?

- Yeah.

I listened to your tapes.

They're great.

I liked them a lot.

Listen, Mirco.

Listen.

You have something special inside.

Something unique,

that only you have,

that nobody else has got.

Promise me, when you leave here

you won't let anyone

take it away from you.

I really hope that

you'll be able to keep studying.

- Don Giulio?

- Yes?

You don't have to worry.

I didn't tell anyone that

you gave me the tape recorder.

Good morning, Don Giulio!

- Concettina?

- Yes?

Tell me something.

You've been here a long time.

What good is this school?

Who does it help?

We teach these children

to cane chairs, to obey us.

We boast

that we make good weavers

or switchboard operators out of them,

but you know what we really do?

We rob them of the best thing

they have at their age.

Their dreams.

I'm not educated.

I don't understand all this.

But if you don't like it

why don't you speak up?

I wish it was that easy, but...

I'm not the one in charge here,

there's a director.

I know, but if no one ever tells him

he won't know he's making a mistake.

If you're sure, do something.

Remember, it's important in life

to say what you really feel.

Even if someone else doesn't like it.

You don't want to have regrets.

DOWN WITH THE HEAD

OF THE CASSONI INSTITUTE

REFORM THE SCHOOL

UNITED IN STRUGGLE

WORKERS AND STUDENTS

Down with the head of Cassoni!

Down with the head of Cassoni!

Sir, excuse me.

The mayor's office

is calling.

The mayor wants to talk to you.

He sounds very angry.

What in the world do they want?

It seems all the students in the city

are on strike,

and there's a delegation of workers

from the steel mill.

What's it got to do with me?

They say that if we don't re-admit

the student who was expelled,

they'll close the blast furnace.

Mirco Balleri is staying.

I will take responsibility.

And I'm changing the show.

Don't get involved, Don Giulio.

What's the use?

What's the use of showing these kids

to their parents for a few hours

pretending that they're normal?

These kids are normal!

The parents know their children.

They know what they feel.

And if the kids do something good

do we have to negate it

because it wasn't our idea?

What are you talking about?

I'm taking care of the show

from now on.

My idea is better than yours.

I am still the director here.

Not for long.

Mirco, where are you?

Francesca, come down!

Look what I found!

Put those down, wait!

I'll take these, let go.

Sit down.

Don, these are the footsteps.

Kids, be careful.

There was stuff to hang over there.

What do we do with these?

Give them to me, I need them.

These were over there, would someone

please put them back?

Okay, I'll do it.

Kids, I'm counting on you

to do your very best, okay?

I wonder what my dad will say!

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