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We're friends of Mr...

Filippo Strozzi.

Let's speak Italian then.

Your Mr. Strozzi imbues us with hope

that one day

we'll be part of the same nation,

we who speak the same language.

It's precisely this

we love about him, isn't it?

The inspired faith of Mazzini.

Most of Europe's police forces

know that Filippo Strozzi

is Mazzini's code name.

You run no risk in this house,

nor does he.

Tell me.

Three years ago

you generously financed

the attempted insurrection

of the Sect of True Italians.

- And I should finance

this idea of Mazzini's too. - Yes.

Wasn't that defeat enough?

The True Italians are a sect

of rogues, we despise them.

They are ridiculous

compared to Mazzini's plan!

Sects, secret societies,

conventicles don't aid our cause.

There are few of you and

you're quarrelsome, ponder it well.

The most important thing

is to have faith.

- In God?

- In the people!

Do you know any plebeians,

apart your farmers and servants,

who certainly won't

open their hearts to you?

You have the look of gentry,

you own lands.

Yes, especially olive groves.

Our friend is in Giovine Italia

and he's a peasant's son.

We'll be giving him

the money we collect in France.

I see, wait a moment.

Shut up, those are secrets.

Here, read this.

This was put on the facade

of my building in Milan.

Even if I wanted to, I'm unable

to give you any money.

The Austrian governor hinders

the access to my patrimony.

You must regain possession,

for yourself

and for our cause.

I have no faith in this expedition.

But I'll have you meet

someone who can help you.

Not to please Mazzini,

who spreads bad rumors about me,

but for the passion

I read in your eyes.

Come with me, I'll introduce you

to Marquis Rosales.

Paris, huh?

- What do you do in Paris?

- We work with a physician.

- Why are you going to Turin?

- We're looking for squill.

It's an herb needed

for an expensive medicine.

The purest anywhere is near Turin.

Let's go.

Two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

TURIN:

- Salvatore, Rosa's coming up.

- Alright.

Did you get it all?

- All set, you'll sew that yourselves?

- Sure.

Get moving.

Salvatore, how do you like it here?

- Not bad.

- And Rosa?

She's getting used to it,

she may have a job with a milliner.

Then she might like this.

It's a gift from Paris.

Thank you, Angelo.

It's very elegant.

I don't know...

There.

Never forget,

we're brothers.

How've you dressed my Salvatore?

Looks like a ladies' man, huh?

- Did I cut the squill right?

- Yes.

We prepared it like you said.

- The doctor in Paris will be glad.

- I'll set the table.

- Don't, we're leaving right away.

- Won't you stay a while?

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