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Come on, move it!

You've got an hour.

What are you looking at? Move!

Come on!

Francesco, sir?

Did you know

that Mellucci is a sorcerer?

He knows how to fly us out of here.

Are you serious?

I believe in these things,

don't joke.

I'm not, he can't do it

only because the bars

are in the shape of a cross.

Sorcery can't work.

Damned crosses!

Pass the bowls around.

Domenico, sir,

are you coming in there too?

- Today we all eat the same.

- I'll come when it's ready.

Meat for everyone today.

Now don't say His Majesty

doesn't care about you!

Not much meat left.

Can I do something?

You can grate some cheese.

Today's Easter, everyone gets meat.

Nice glasses!

I feel we'll be home by next Easter.

It's a real holiday today.

What's going on? Why the bell?

Shout:
"Long Live the King!"

You have to shout it!

Long Live the King!

Ready.

Aim.

Will you shout it or not?

Long Live the King!

Fire!

This was the noise?

It can happen, my men are zealous.

Let's go.

- There's a problem with your legs?

- No.

You're not walking normally.

We know you've had problems

with your sight, too.

Wouldn't you like to be treated?

You risk going blind.

Rumor has it that Ferdinando

is considering a generous act,

he'd like to free many prisoners

on the day of the Assumption,

from among those

who've asked for a pardon.

Sorry, a pardon

or a grace from the Virgin?

Don't be so funny.

We know you're hotheaded.

Why not?

Why do you think

it can't be done this way?

A document like this

would be a political act.

I don't think so, it might seem

an act of cowardice.

Stop, we've demonstrated

what there was to demonstrate!

I can't stand being given

lessons on dignity.

A pardon, petitioned collectively,

would be compatible

with the dignity of everyone.

Domenico, sir, what are you doing?

You shouldn't treat

even a worm like that.

Forgive me, all of you.

That's how

the Mazzini followers behave!

Skunks and traitors!

You did right, Domenico.

- Shut up.

- Yeah, shut up, the two of you.

They'll be sent home, understand?

- You're right.

- Knock it off!

The Marquis weakened for a moment.

They'll never petition

the Bourbon for a pardon.

These men are monarchists,

Savoy or Bourbon, no matter,

they're in cahoots with the King.

Stop it, it's true they're

monarchists,

but they've been chained like us

for all these years.

Let's try not to become brutish.

To the Chamber!

Lock it!

It's a trick!

They break the rules

and are taken to the Chamber

where they make an agreement

with the commander.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

I'd hidden a scrap of paper

under a rock, it's gone.

Only someone in here

could have taken it.

- They're betraying us.

- Damn them!

They'll ruin all our sacrifice.

They were holed up like owls,

now you'll see how they bite us.

Baron?

Do you know

I petitioned for a pardon?

I know.

My family needs me back.

- My wife is dying.

- You told me.

I have to go home!

Calm down.

Don't think I'm collaborating

with these owls,

as Lord Sigismondo calls them.

I'm no informer.

No, you're not an informer

or a coward.

But our only weapon

is not to petition Ferdinando.

Look at Michele.

He's seriously ill.

And he's here because he knows

there's no other way.

Good luck.

Lord Sigismondo of Castromediano,

Duke of Morciano

and Marquis of Cavallino.

What is it?

The commander is waiting for you:

you'll be leaving too.

It's impossible he signed

a plea in secret.

Sigismondo has important family.

Not only at court,

also among the clergy.

What? Quiet, he's coming.

So?

He began with the usual story:

"The sovereign is clement,"

"he pardons those who deserve it..."

I said I refuse his clemency,

I didn't ask for it.

He grinned,

as if he didn't believe me.

Do you think the King

would release Castromediano,

without being sure

of convincing him?

Maybe he was reassured

by the Bishop of Lecce.

It's all a farce!

It's always the same story,

the gentleman saves face

and comes out nice and clean.

Think he'd have told us

if he'd petitioned for pardon?

Traitor!

It's not true!

- You believe me?

- Certainly.

Do you believe me, Domenico?

I didn't ask for anything.

Try to rest.

Lord Sigismondo,

now that you'll be free, please,

go to Monte Sant'Angelo,

and tell my overseer

not to abandon my farm.

You know, abandoned houses are lost.

Stop it, leave him alone.

Lord Sigismondo, you can do

what you like down there...

Stop it!

They're inflicting the worse kind

of torture on him!

They want us to believe

he's a traitor, to divide us.

Go away!

Calm down, try to rest.

Yes.

Are you ready?

Mr. Domenico will accompany me.

At your orders...

Duke, sir!

I can't stand the idea

of traveling with them.

- I don't deserve that.

- They're unfortunates.

Let's get going.

- Farewell.

- Farewell.

Duke, come along.

Close the gate.

Get moving!

Duke, sir!

No soup or bread as of tomorrow,

then we'll see

if you still feel like celebrating.

Let's go.

They let me bring newspapers.

You can read for yourselves.

Could I speak to the Duke?

We'd like to know

what's happening outside.

We'd like to know

if the traitors are free.

Lord Sigismondo is back here,

as you see, he's no traitor.

What about the others?

Stop it, he should rest,

get some rest yourselves.

His stay in Naples was a fight

against every sort of perfidy.

- How's the Duke?

- Fine, go to sleep.

Why don't we have them come in too?

Our secret meetings

have such value

in those poor wretches' eyes,

who've suffered even more than us.

We have the memory

of conversations, readings,

we can even think of a future.

Instead, what's in their memories?

Their fields, irretrievable work,

lost families.

I'd say to call them too.

You, Baron, what do you think?

Yes, we could call them.

What do they understand

about the intrigue of Cavour,

the intentions of France,

the secret contacts with exiles?

Let's first try

to understand and discuss

what backing to count on,

then we'll explain it to them.

We'll talk it over

in the next few days.

So, the newspapers?

Read for yourselves.

Domenico, this is for you.

There's an article by your friend

Cristina of Belgiojoso,

about what happened in Rome when

they tried to set up the Republic.

You'll understand a lot of things.

Great news!

Cavour is sending troops to Crimea.

So Piedmont will have the support

of Europe's major countries.

So, it's the right moment!

That is, if Mazzini doesn't come up

with one of his crazy ideas.

A good bottle is in order!

Look what I've been keeping.

Watch for the guards.

- Long Live United Italy!

- To Piedmont!

- Long Live the Savoys!

- To the war in Crimea!

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

To King Vittorio Emanuele.

LONDON:

Cammarota, the vaults are damp,

how can the fuses not go out?

This fuse has been studied to keep

burning at the water's surface.

How did you come by these maps?

The Cathedral Chapter financed

some work on the vaults.

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