The Devil's Brother
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1933
- 90 min
- 110 Views
On yonder rock reclining
That fierce and swarthy form behold
Fast his hand his carbine hold
'Tis his best friend of old
This way his steps inclining
His scarlet plume waves o 'er his brow
And his velvet cloak hangs low
Playing in careless flow
Tremble!
E'en while the storm is beating
Afar hear echo repeating
Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo!
Tremble!
E'en while the storm is beating
Afar hear echo repeating
Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo!
Well, dark eyes,
who's your last lover, huh?
What success, Diavolo?
Great success with the prettiest wench
in all Christendom.
The devil with wenches.
Did you get a goose for us to pick?
"Goose" is the very word.
A skinny old lord
who simply stinks with gold...
...and his pretty wife...
an early frost on a December morning.
- Did you steal them?
- Of course not.
She knew me only
as the Marquis de San Marco...
...and as such, I could only sing her
a song and steal her heart.
And there was I, sitting
in the very same coach with them.
His Lordship,
that was her husband, sitting here...
...Her Ladyship, and what a ladyship,
sitting there.
And here was I, dressed as the marquis,
and what a marquis.
The gondolier
Fond passion 's slave
Will for his love
Each danger brave
Winds and waves
Both disdained
From his fair one's bright eyes
Be a glance but his prize
It is still something
Something gained
It is still
It is still
It is still
It is still
Lovely lady, this pearl grows yellow
against the marble of your hand.
Well, yellow or not,
it cost my husband 50,000 francs.
No.
And this medallion cost him 100,000.
- What a waste of money.
- Sir?
When even diamonds grow dull
beneath the sparkle of your eyes.
Oh, milord.
But isn't your husband afraid to let his
pretty wife travel with all these jewels?
- Oh, why, this isn't the half of them.
- No?
- Just wait till you see.
- What?
I'll wager this is the richest fruitcake
you've ever seen.
Too rich, milady, too rich.
Why, this road is overrun
with the worst bandits in Italy.
Oh, they'll never find my jewels.
Nor my husband's 500,000 francs.
Francs? Francs?
Who said 500,000 francs?
I was just saying, my love,
that you're far too clever...
...for those nasty, nasty bandits.
I wish I were as clever with popinjays.
And that's how I found milady's jewels.
As a marquis, I uphold tradition.
You hold up the coach.
Tonio, Alessandro, come with me.
I want a word with you.
Drink, for joy bestowing
Around, around, the wine is flowing
Wine's the soldier's shield
In the tented field
Wine's the soldier's shield
In the tented field
to help you, Father, dear?
Yes, there is. Stay away from
that poverty-stricken young soldier...
...or all the plans I have made for you
will be spoiled.
But, Father, I love Lorenzo,
and I'm not afraid of poverty.
But I am.
But, Father, perhaps Lorenzo
and I could save enough...
You'll marry Francesco tomorrow.
- But, Father...
- Not another word.
Glory's path while bravely pursuing
Love and wine his toils repay
Don't weep, dear.
What did your father have to say?
- I've got to marry Francesco.
- You don't have to marry anyone.
- Why don't you just flatly refuse.
- You don't understand.
It isn't that simple.
Father hasn't a lira,
and he's going to lose the inn.
Oh, if I could only capture Diavolo.
But, darling, you've been on his trail
for months, and he always slips away.
Yes, but each time
I've been a little closer.
And one of these days
he'll not slip away.
- Come on.
- Well, he won't go.
Well, don't sit there dreaming.
Do something.
Well, what can I do?
He won't pay any attention to me.
Why don't you give him a couple of:
- I don't want to do that yet.
- Why?
I'm saving it for the hills.
Come on.
"Saving it for the hills."
Just a moment.
- What'd you do with our money?
- I got it in the saddlebag.
You'd better give it to me.
It'll be safer in my hands.
Our life savings.
Wouldn't it be terrible
if we lost this?
After all the years
we have toiled and slaved for it?
Why, we've even gone
without the necessities of life...
...deprived ourselves of food,
actually starved.
But now we have our reward.
We can settle down for life
and live on the fat of the land.
Keep your hands where they are.
Hand it over.
There it goes.
After all we went through to get it.
Oh, well. Come easy, go easy,
that's my motto.
What do you mean,
"come easy, go easy"?
Now we've got to start all over again,
right at the bottom.
Why don't we start at the top?
- What do you mean?
- Well, why don't we become bandits?
Then we wouldn't
have to work hard anymore.
Let's get it the easy way.
We could rob the rich and give them
to the poor, and we could have all...
That's the first time
that you've shown any intelligence.
Well, it's the first time
you've listened to me.
You know, if you'd listen to me once
in a while, you'd be a lot better off.
I guess you're right.
Tell me that plan again.
- All of it?
- Certainly, certainly.
Well, if... If we became rich and...
And we robbed the poor and
we gave them to the bandits...
...and we could start at the top...
...and we'd get to the bottom
without working hard anymore.
We can't go wrong.
It's the law of conversation.
What do you mean?
Well, as ye cast your bread
on the waters, so shall ye reap.
- That's very well thought out.
- I'm glad you agree.
You know, there's one thing
that's bothering me, though.
What's that?
We don't know anything
about being bandits.
- I never...
- Why, it's simple.
We can be bandits.
It doesn't require any brains.
Come on.
Your money or your life.
Your money or your life.
Your money or your life.
What?
Your money or your life.
We're a couple of bandits.
We've come to take your money.
You wouldn't rob me.
I can't afford to give you any money.
I'm a poor, hard-working old man.
The father of 16 children.
It takes all I can earn...
...to put bread in their
I've got a sick wife...
...and Grandma don't feel so well either.
Look at me. Look at me.
I got one foot in the grave.
You wouldn't rob me...
...and see my little ones go without.
Would you?
Oh, thank you, sir.
From now on, I'll do the robbing.
On yonder rock reclining
That fierce and swarthy form behold
Fast his hand his carbine hold
'Tis his best friend of old
- Diavolo.
- Come on, boys. Run for your lives.
Run. Diavolo.
- Run for your lives.
- Come on.
- Diavolo.
- Diavolo!
- Run for your lives! Run for your lives!
- Run for your lives.
Tremble!
- It's Diavolo.
- Diavolo! Run for your lives!
Come on, hide.
What's going on here?
That was Fra Diavolo.
He's a bloodthirsty villain
and the terror of the countryside.
If you ever cross his path,
he'll cut your throat from ear to ear.
Have a care. Have a care.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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