We Believed Page #8

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- Sit down.

Why does the Holy Father

not renounce his temporal power?

Why not?

May God bless you.

Stand.

Remove your vests.

By order of His Majesty the Emperor,

the Minister of State decrees

that the prisoner Antonio Gomez

is sentenced to hard labor.

Prisoner Carlo Rudio

will have his sentence changed

to life imprisonment.

Prisoners Felice Orsini

and Angelo Cammarota,

in accordance with the law

of June 10, 1853,

for having attempted the life

of His Majesty the Emperor,

have been declared guilty

and sentenced to death by the Court.

Angelo!

Domenico!

You've never loved the Savoys,

Domenico, I know.

But you must recognize that today

Vittorio Emanuele is King of Italy,

of a united Italy,

although still without

Rome and Venice.

The tree has been planted,

yet with diseased roots.

Unity was, for the Italians,

a powerful passion

which overwhelmed all other needs.

I'll remain silent,

until things take a definitive turn,

so not to be accused

of adding oil to the fire.

But the day will come when

I can say all I know and think.

Now Garibaldi wants

to conquer Rome militarily,

against the will

of the Italian government.

I know you'll run to his call.

What's happening

in the South is frightening,

brigands have taken over,

the State doesn't enforce the law

and no one trusts anyone anymore.

My dear Domenico,

look after yourself.

If you go through your village,

which you've not seen in 20 years,

please,

put a flower on Angelo's tomb for me.

Farewell,

your friend Cristina.

- Where are you taking this linnet?

- No one could care for it.

- My wife passed away a month ago.

- I'm sorry.

I said goodbye to the places

of our happiness, and left.

You're from Caserta,

don't you have anyone there?

We had no children,

but spent many years together,

lovely, splendid years.

And now it's finished.

You're young, you'll re-marry soon.

No, it's the world that's finished.

- Don't you see what's happening?

- You're right.

War, revolution, unity of Italy.

These fighters,

when they get up in the morning,

instead of trying to re-do the world,

that's been done and re-done badly,

if they listened

to the silence of that hour...

- You know what I mean?

- I don't really.

The moment when

birds still don't sing.

It's a magical moment,

made of everything and nothing.

Like this linnet.

THE DAWN OF THE NATION

Ladies and gentlemen, we're leaving.

- When you're ready...

- Coming.

- What's this trip got in store?

- Who knows, these days...

All aboard the carriage!

Domenico, sir, when you like!

The next station is Sala Consilina?

In three days.

- I'll meet you there.

- I wouldn't do that.

It's far away, how'll you get there?

- I'll get there.

- You won't.

And I'll lose a place,

you know how many I left behind?

I'll pay in advance

and even leave my knapsack.

As you like.

But I can't wait for you,

get there on time.

Go!

Forget that Spanish girl,

she'll cast a spell on you!

Leave me alone.

I have to get to Palinuro,

they say you can help me.

Go down to the port,

Armando's got a boat going.

Wait, don't be afraid.

I won't hurt you.

I took shelter here to sleep.

I'm going to Centola,

but it got late yesterday,

I was afraid I'd get lost.

Why are you with the goats?

Where are your brothers?

The soldiers killed them.

Soldiers? Why?

They said they were brigands.

- What's your name?

- Lucia.

I'd like a little milk.

Thank you.

Sit down.

- Do you know Father Carmine,

the priest? - I do.

- Does he live in the square?

- No, Don Tiburzio's there.

- Who's he?

- The notary.

And Father Carmine?

In a little house,

I don't know where.

Will I find him in church?

No, the earthquake destroyed it.

Mamma, you're not eating?

This is all we can offer.

We're poor.

What else, if we're

in excommunicated hands?

Not many people around

since the earthquake.

They all left.

I was tutoring only

Don Tiburzio's children in Latin.

And where's Caterina?

She's not here.

She's a servant.

Your sister

is a servant to Don Tiburzio.

Do you know who Don Tiburzio is?

The one who took

our confiscated things.

Nothing to say?

Say something.

At least say you're sorry.

It's your fault

that they got confiscated.

Because you couldn't ask for pardon,

you had to stay in jail,

you had to make Italy.

How long since mamma spoke?

Ten years.

If you want to sleep here,

there's straw bedding.

No, thank you,

I have to leave right away.

Move along!

Stop!

Halt!

- Where are you going?

- Reggio Calabria.

What's up there?

Get off, please.

Give me your documents.

Come on, unload them.

Alright. Thank you.

- Documents?

- Alright!

A soldier!

That's what they deserve!

That's 30 cents each.

Isn't it all included?

No, here you pay to eat and sleep,

but someone will have to sleep

in the hayloft, we're full.

Goodnight.

- I've got these.

- They're worthless.

They're out of circulation,

it's lire now.

I've spent them all,

these are mementos.

What great memories!

- What can we do?

- I'll pay for him.

Please, take this.

Thank you.

I was a tailor in San Leucio.

We had a hundred workers, made

the most beautiful silks in Europe.

I sewed clothes for the most

beautiful noblewomen in the Kingdom.

Now, there's nothing left.

No factory, no work, no silk.

Just poverty, horror and poverty.

You're right,

those from Piedmont

just brought poverty.

But that's no reason

to regret the Bourbons.

If you say so...

Garibaldi's our last hope.

If he gets to Rome,

he'll be powerful again

and we, in the South,

will get our land back.

Those from Piedmont

have to go back home!

- You're a revolutionary.

- Of course.

I believe in the unity of Italy

and you should fight with us!

Quiet!

Keep your voice down.

He's right,

it takes nothing

to call us brigands and shoot us.

Didn't the Bourbons do it too?

My father was killed like that.

He and his comrades

rebelled in Cilento

and were slaughtered as brigands.

The chief rebels

got their heads cut off

and stuck on poles.

The poles were put

in the square in Palinuro.

They were there for over a year.

Luckily my father's wasn't cut off.

Aren't you from Apulia?

Yes.

But I was born in Cilento.

My mother had to escape.

She told me these things.

What was your father's name?

Salvatore Tambasco.

What is it?

What's wrong?

You're pale.

You're sure your father

was killed by the Bourbons?

What do you mean?

Bourbon spies did it,

my mother told me everything.

He was in the Capozzoli gang,

ever heard of them?

Alright...

I'm going to sleep.

I feel very tired.

Goodnight.

What a strange man.

Know anything about him?

You've traveled together.

He's a man...

who doesn't talk much.

I know he's from Cilento

and carries a gun like you.

You have to fight with us,

you've got nothing to lose.

That's not true.

I have that linnet.

Wake up.

Do you have a horse, a mule? Hurry.

It's night, where'll you go,

and you're alone?

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