Notte di San Lorenzo, La (The Night of San Lorenzo) Page #3

---

Didn't we, Dad?

Your mouth is still blue.

The rest of you, listen to me!

We know he wasn't alone.

Right, Dad?

Go back to San Martino!

Galvano Galvani,

take them to the cathedral.

Or we'll kill them all!

We're going...

but we'll be back. Right, Dad?

I'm coming!

We know he wasn't alone!

Right, Dad?

We're going back.

Or she'll have it here.

In the cathedral,

your bishop will protect us.

I'll take them just outside San Martino.

Corrado, wait.

We're going back,

but my mother-in-law can't keep up.

I'll take care of her.

Leave her at the Meridiana house.

She was born there.

Forgive me, but I'm afraid out here.

Say something, at least!

- Say something!

- Let's go.

What should we do? We are leaving?

First we'll bury the Sicilian girl.

Belindia!

If it's born...

The baby, if it's born...

you never know, what will we name him?

That's right!

Any name you want.

My father's name.

What was it?

God! What was my father's name?

Giovanni!

There aren't enough hosts for all of you.

There's been so much confusion.

Even if we divide the ones in here...

they're not enough.

Over there.

Let me think a minute.

We...

We have the bread.

Not the bread!

The Scardagli woman's right.

That's your name, isn't it?

Scardigli.

Scardigli, then.

Whoever has any bread,

break it into many pieces.

I'll consecrate it...

and He will help you.

What Saint's day is today? What Saint?

If you don't know, who does?

Saint Cyriacus!

We'll remember this unusual day

as the Day of Saint Cyriacus.

On this Saint's Day,

in the summer of 1944...

we all sought salvation

in the House of God.

Do not forsake me now.

My piece is too big.

What do I do? Chew it?

- Where are you hurt?

- Where is Luciana?

Stop. I said stop.

Stop. Stop.

Let me go.

I'll do it alone.

Alone.

Alone.

We kept going,

although we didn't know where to.

We couldn't hear the cannons anymore.

But Galvano wouldn't give us a break.

I could only think

of a wonderful thing that happened to me.

Signora Concetta...

couldn't stop at the house

where she was born, the Meridiana...

because it was burning.

That's when she put

two gold earrings on my ears.

She said,

"On a little girl, they'll be safer."

Cecilia, are you afraid?

When I'm afraid, do you know what I do?

I recite this rhyme:

"Dirt and soil. Job had a boil.

"Medication, medication.

Add some chicken defecation.

"And the dog and cat doo-doo.

"By tomorrow you'll be through.

"Sigh and moan.

"Stump of tree.

"Severed vine. Leave me be.

"Rise up, run from here.

Make my warts disappear."

They even carry away the dead.

No, I'm just tired. It'll pass.

- Where are they from?

- From Briolo.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes