Don Camillo Page #2

[... and the whole town watched | dumbstruck as the stones burned...]

[... which logic | would tell you would not burn.]

- Listen... - I want to know | how that pile of rock is burning.

- Stop, Don Camillo! Go back! | - Why are you interfering?

I'm not. It's silly | to put yourself in danger.

It's only rocks burning.

It stinks of petrol. | It could be...

...something else. - Like what? | - I don't know anything.

- Do you believe that... | - I don't believe anything.

You don't like your flock | to see you get bravery lessons...

...from an old reactionary priest!

- Stop! | - Like hell!

Go water your flowers. | We'll see who's afraid.

Stop, Don Camillo!

It would have been better | to let you go ahead.

The world's most reactionary priest | would have blown up.

- I'd have stopped in time. | - Why?

I knew that in the cellar | were 6 barrels of petrol...

...300 grenades, 95 rifles, 2 cases | of ammunition, 7 machine guns...

...and 300 kilos of explosives.

I inventoried your warehouse | before I burned it.

- I should kill you. | - Kill me? That won't be easy.

You've actually done me a favor.

That stuff | was weighing on my conscience.

You said there were 7 machine guns. | There were 8. Who took the other one?

I did. When the proletarian | revolution begins...

...stay far away from my church. | - I'll see you in hell.

[This lasted for years.]

[Lf Don Camillo couldn't stomach the | blows received from an aggressor...]

[... Peppone couldn't forget | the way the cursed church bells...]

[... had greeted his election.]

[A few days later, | Matuggia, the sacristan...]

- What is it? Who's there? | - I don't know. I think...

- What do you think? | - I saw... - Who?

- Last night... - Who do you mean? | - I saw Peppone leaving the church.

The Mayor? That's how | he's improving public places, eh?

I asked him to fix the tower, | but he's destroying it.

- Why didn't you tell me? | - I thought he'd come for confession.

- Confession! - Yes. | - Confession! - Yes.

I'll give him | confession alright!

- Don Camillo, put that down. | - What?

- Put it down, it's an ugly thing. | - It's made of poplar. It's light.

Throw it away | and don't think about Peppone.

How can I forget him if you're | sending his wife to me now?

- What is it? | - A baptism, Father.

- Who's his mother? - I am! | - Your husband is the father?

Who should it be, you?

- Why so angry? Doesn't your party | practice free love? - Oh!

- What will his name be? | - Libero Antonio Lenin.

Let the Russians baptize him.

Let's go!

I really gave it | to those godless people.

That was stupid. Call them back | and baptize the baby.

Jesus, you must keep in mind | that baptism is no joke.

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