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Hey, Libero, what's this for,

a wedding or a funeral?

There, in the vineyard.

Destiny.

Both born on the same day.

And destiny calls for a drink, right?

Signor Alfredo, you know how many

of us Dalcos there are now?

l've lost count.

Well, l know

that when we sit down to eat,

there are 40 of us at the table.

You're a lucky man, Leo. Admit it.

He may be a bastard,

but at least he's a boy.

Don't boys eat like everybody else?

What the hell is bothering you?

Mine was born first. lt's only natural.

First came the peasants of this world,

and then came the padrone.

Masters, peasants. Balls!

When you're born, you're all born equal.

All equal, huh?

You!

What are you standing there for?

Drink up.

Drink up, you bastards!

Drink with me.

Are we drinking or not?

Born together. Must mean something.

Probably means we die together.

You sh*t-pile philosopher.

l want mine to study law.

Mine thieving.

You might as well make him a priest.

Oh, this wine's not ours. Too dry.

l didn't like it, either.

Rigoletto, run down to the town hall.

Tell them the boy's name is Alfredo.

Berlinghieri, Alfredo,

born of Giovanni

and Eleonora ne Rosetti.

Leo,

what will you call yours?

What are you going to call yours?

Olmo.

Olmo.

Like an elm tree.

Born of the late

Oscar and Rosina Campo.

Oscar?

Oscar's been dead for four years.

That's the point.

Have some respect for the dead.

Oh, you bastards.

ln the deep of the summer

ln a heat that was stifling

There were born two male children

The distance was trifling

Rigoletto, here, have a drink.

Jackasses!

With the Pope as a peasant

Linked by fate in that hour

To the padrone's grandson

Heir to riches and power

What do you think, huh?

Leo. Leo, come on. You must try it, too.

l'm not climbing on that red devil.

l can't tell who rakes faster,

a man with a horse and a machine

-or a man with heart and muscle.

-Orso! Orso, come and see it!

-Go a little faster!

-We'll soon be able to tell.

There.

What? What is it?

There.

What's written there?

What do you think of that?

Half an acre in

10 minutes, all alone.

lt would have taken six men

at least half a day.

What about this?

Surely you can't call this a good job,

eh, Signor Giovanni?

-Look at all the hay it leaves behind.

-A little hay is nothing, huh?

You don't agree, huh?

Don't you realize, you dumb ox,

that this is

an imported piece of machinery,

and we're the first in the whole valley

to have a mechanical hay-raker?

Well, then blessed are

the last to have one.

Who needs a machine that looks

like a hyena, Signor Giovanni?

Nineteen!

They stink, and besides,

you're disgusting.

Hey! Twenty!

Twenty!

You haven't seen anything yet.

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