We Believed

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Put them all there!

Captain, we found this one.

Shout:
"Long Live the King".

Hang him! Burn everything!

CILENTO,

KINGDOM OF THE TWO SICILIES

Lazy bums! Get moving!

- Where are you going?

- Runnin', pa.

Mom!

There are men on the beach.

- What do they want?

- They want you.

- Who are they?

- The Capozzolis.

The Capozzoli brothers? Good lord!

I need the overseer, where is he?

In the olive grove.

Get your father, Salvatore.

Wait here.

Lady Maria, you're giving

all this money to them?

- Let me do this, Saverio.

- As you wish.

Farewell, Lady Maria, and thank you.

If the soldiers burn our town too?

They won't,

no one knows we're here.

Excuse me, sir, Lawyer Cucco is here

with Doctor Pinto.

- Where are the Capozzolis?

- They've vanished.

If the police find it and read

our signatures, we're done for!

That proclamation is too extreme,

I told you.

Asking for a Constitution

and aid from France,

you can't do that!

We have to take a step at a time.

We never should have trusted them.

We'll meet this evening

at the usual place.

No, with all the gendarmes around,

the rectory isn't safe anymore.

Come on in.

When my father died,

this door was painted black,

since then it's not been opened.

Today Mom unlocked it

and said:
"Go in".

Look!

Salt.

Give it here, it's French.

The Travels of Pythagoras.

A philosopher from here.

Zeno was from here.

The sect used to meet here.

- Now where?

- I don't know.

I do:
at the rectory.

Why don't we go too?

They're not there now,

they're not meeting for a while.

But there's something you can do.

What?

Go and get the proclamation.

The one read to the people.

If the police find it,

the sect is done.

Why him?

He's one of them, we aren't.

Sarraino won't give it to us.

Say the Capozzolis sent you.

But it's not true.

The proclamation has to be burned.

So, you got the courage or not?

- Yeah.

- It's for tonight.

But the town was just burned down.

- See, you're scared!

- I'm not.

I'll go tonight.

I told you over and over

not to hang around those two.

Know who the men in the boat were?

Bandits, murderers and brigands.

People who had to hide...

No, they're Carbonaris, Jacobins...

You're wretched!

You don't understand a thing.

You just parrot the words.

You're in with the gentry.

You take after 'em!

They're Jacobins in Paris

but here...

Let me bite my tongue.

No, actually...

I'll show you.

Come with me.

Take yourjacket.

- Evenin'.

- Evenin'.

Go inside.

Keep moving.

Lift that stone.

Lift it!

See where a part of the oil goes?

- Where?

- Take a good look.

Understand?

The gentry steal from farmers

even the miserable amount of oil

they sweat a day's work for.

But since I run the olive press

and I'm their right-hand man,

our family gets some.

- Not true.

- Smarten up!

The gentry, those Jacobins,

are people who rob the poor!

You've studied,

because we're rich now.

But your father was born a peasant,

never forget that.

Watch it.

If you talk about this secret,

I'll kill you.

Quiet, come in.

Take this paper.

Wait outside, I'll bring you a gun.

"This impoverished people,"

"moved by harsh,

positive desperation,"

"is here today to ask"

"the good government

of the Constitution of France..."

If anyone sees you, shoot.

Leave by the lower path.

Hide that paper.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Chop the others off too,

for all the towns around here.

Let it be a warning to them!

This is how they'll end up...

all the King's enemies!

Long Live the King!

I give my name to Giovine Italia,

an association of men

holding the same faith,

and I swear to consecrate myself

to constitute a nation, Italy

which is One, Independent,

Free, a Republic,

and to carry out

the instructions given to me

in the spirit of Giovine Italia,

by men like myself,

who represent the union of brothers,

and to keep its secrets,

even at the cost of my life.

I do so swear, invoking upon me,

the wrath of God,

the abomination of men,

the infamy of perjury

if I betray all or part of my oath.

I give my name to Giovine Italia,

an association of men

holding the same faith...

I give my name to Giovine Italia,

an association of men

holding the same faith...

Ladies and gentlemen,

may we have silence, please.

PARIS:

Thank you.

Vincenzo Bellini has been engaged

by the Paris Opera House.

The French may be forgiven

their volubility.

Now they will tire

of Constitutional Monarchy,

as they did of Absolute Monarchy

and then the Republic in all forms,

then the Empire, then the Monarchy...

For us Italians, it is not amusing.

Our liberation depends

on the French nation.

One day it will see

it is unworthy of such a mission

and will change its ways.

It will be what it should have been

and what we hope it will be.

Never fear, as always,

France will come to Italy's aid.

Marquis,

France has only aided us

when our ruin forestalled its own.

We have no debts of gratitude.

And we'll not accept

a graciously granted freedom.

What a sharp tongue!

Let's now hear our friend's music.

She's an extremely

seductive creature.

You can hope for a gallant adventure,

but don't fall in love.

She's seductive, but denies herself

at the crucial moment.

Might she have syphilis?

With the lives she and her husband

led, it's the least to expect!

It's time, let's go.

Here you are, Baron!

Princess, these are my friends.

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