Bread, Love and Dreams

BREAD, LOVE AND DREAMS

The story that we will tell you is an

imaginary one. Nevertheless a human story.

Some characters are seen

in the uniform of the military police.

But under every uniform

there is of course, a man.

As such, they feel love

and suffering like all of us

But when their humanity

goes beyond

the limits of disciplinary rules,

yet they know how to recover,

as in the tradition

which is the bright Corps patrimony.

I am sergeant Squinzi,

how do you do Sir?

I am sergeant Carotenuto.

A pleasure Sir. - Thank you.

Thank you Sir. Corporal Bolognini.

I am sergeant major Carotenuto.

It's a pleasure.

Corporal Sampieri Guiseppe, Sir.

Re-listed.

I am sergeant major Carotenuto.

Private Baiocchi Siro,

son of Antonino, re-listed.

- Your civilian occupation?

- Student.

- Which class?

- Fifth, Sir.

- I continued studies on my own.

- I see. And you?

Private Stelluti Pietro, son of Giuseppe.

This is my first enlistment, sergeant.

- Civilian experience?

- Farming. I assisted my father.

- Bravo. Tell me the village?

- Up there. Quite a climb.

Ah, always those mountains!

Oh yes, mountains!

- Are we ready?

- Yes Sir.

Stelluti!

- What has he tied to his luggage?

- It looks like a guitar.

A sergeant with a guitar

should be a pretty good man.

Coming around the curve.

Tell me something. How many

people are there in Saliegna?

plus a few hundred on the outskirts.

- And the crime rate?

- Very low. You will stay like a pope!

Let's hope all goes well.

In Romagne it was terrible.

Rough assignment?

Murderous. But still the country

is rich and nobody starves.

- And beautiful women!

- Have you been there?

- I met my wife there.

- How does she like living here?

- Pretty well Sir.

- No! It's hard to believe you.

When we are send

to a place like this,

you should take it like a honeymoon.

What else one does at night?

Here, they go to sleep with the chickens.

When does your wife arrive?

I am a bachelor.

The marshal looks angry.

- His face darkened.

- If he is crabby then we are fine.

Go, Barro!

- Hello sergeant.

- Hello Fantassine.

- Need some wood?

- Ask Caramella.

Our maid and yours as well.

Caramella? Beautiful name.

Go, Barro!

- What a beauty!

- She's a real devil too.

- Prostitute?

- No, just a little wild.

- Subversive?

- No.

Devil in the flesh through poverty.

They have given her the nickname

"Fantassine the hot bird".

They are arriving!

- Bombardment?

- No, an earthquake.

Over there.

- Earthquake?

- No, bombardment.

- Good morning, Marshal.

- Good morning.

Now we need a brass band.

What are they looking at?

Here everybody always looks at everybody.

- Eases up investigations.

- Yes!

- Where are the barracks?

- Far away, at the church square.

- There is the mayor.

- Good morning.

- You must be the new... I am the mayor.

- My pleasure.

- I go with you.

- Thanks.

This night you will sleep here.

There is no hotel in the village.

We leave early tomorrow

and the house will be all yours.

- Perfect.

- You want some vermouth?

Yes please.

That's the maid? Caramella?

No, I would like to

introduce you to my wife.

Excuse me madame. I'm mortified.

- Never mind.

- Marshal major Carotenuto.

No, thanks.

It is better to be married here,

or you'll risk nuisance.

- At my age.

- You must be kidding!

Giulia, the marshal says he is

too old to get married.

- Don't say that!

- You are too good.

You must have had

success with the ladies.

You are the archetypical seducer.

Isn't it?

She is right.

- A cigarette?

- No thanks. I smoke,

but here, I had to quit.

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