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It was spring 1943
and we were all young
and enthusiastic.
The war, however
had dampened our expectations
in the love department.
In fact, our entire attention
had shifted to the war department
where plans were afoot
to land Allied armies on Mussolini's big shiny boot.
And we knew British Commandos were sure to play a role.
The hastily conceived tactics had not had time
for even a preliminary reconnaissance
and the only known aerial photographs
of the Italian coast
had somehow been lost in the lab.
The whole thing sounded awful
but somehow seemed important and worth doing.
And the special boat section
of which I was a part
had cheerfully volunteered to lead the way.
Well, I say "cheerfully"
because we had all grown up with the notion
that the one great attribute of the Englishman's character
was his cheerful nature when faced with absolute disaster.
I mention this only because I recall
that on that particular night when we landed
I had an odd feeling that for better or worse
this theory was about to be tested.
(whispering): Go.
All clear.
Eric, take a reccy.
All right.
(men talking in distance)
Go.
(men speaking Italian)
(yelling in Italian)
You are spies.
British Commandos, actually.
You don't wear uniforms. You will be shot.
You're joking!
(protesting)
(children chattering)
Where do you think we're heading?
Still in the Apennines.
Tuscany, I should say.
Perhaps Amelia Romana, home of Dante & Verde.
That's why they made you Captain, eh?
Basta! Silenzio!
Do you know where we are?
Steady, all.
Quiet, Elwood! Enough!
Let's just keep it friendly.
Cinque! Otto! Sette!
Guarda che arriva.
Prigionieri inglesi.
(yelling in Italian)
Gelato?
Si, gelato.
Inglesi! Inglesi!
(singing in Italian)
Wanda.
Wanda!
Ci sono gli inglesi.
I think more English prisoners.
(singing in Italian)
Ma non e il caso! Lasciate li stare!
Just watch it, mate!
No! Don't provoke them!
Forza!
(giggling)
WANDA: Stupid Maurizio, such a little boy.
He wears the black shirt
and thinks he's somebody.
Sona arrivati. Ci divertiamo.
Renaissance, circa 16th century
I should say.
Yeah, well, it's a prison now, circa '43.
OSWALDO: Silenzio!
(plays tuneless fanfare)
(laughter)
Good morning.
You call this a prison? Here we go.
These guys must sleep in their uniforms.
Six teas, please.
Those boots haven't been polished
since they stomped on poor old Alabacinia.
(chuckles)
OSWALDO: You are... not talking!
Only marching!
All right, we heard you the first time.
(men chattering)
OSWALDO: Silenzio!
(door slams)
(chains rattling)
MAN: Gentlemen...
welcome to our little piece of heaven.
Once the digs of a Marquis
or somebody or other--
man was fresco-mad as you can see.
Oh, come on, lads. Welcome the new boys.
ALL: Hello.
I'm John Melville, senior officer here--
Lieutenant Colonel
Royal Coast Guard.
James Fletcher, Captain, SBS.
Oh, Eric Newby, Sub Lieutenant, special boat section.
Well, cheer up.
We can't all belong to a good regiment.
Someone's got to man the boats.
(laughing): SBS, eh?
Well, for being special, they do rather skimp on the uniforms.
Never mind-- Red Cross been very kind to us
very kind indeed.
Feathers?
Yes?
Would you and Bolo... Sir?
Would you both be good chaps...
Yes. ...and sort out some
inexpressibles and song for our guests?
(chattering and laughing)
MELVILLE: Our sleeping quarters, gentlemen.
Where hundreds of itty-bitty Eye-tie orphans
wet their sheets for years.
Lovely sense of history here
but a bit of a squash for grown men, I'm afraid.
(chattering and laughing)
Your privacy is at a minimum, I have to say.
Not that you'll need it.
None of us is likely to see a chicken's breast
or a woman's bottom until this war is over.
(whistling)
GIRL: Bon giorno! Bon giorno!
(speaking Italian)
Bon giorno.
( soldiers whistling, shouting)
Hello, hello, hello.
(soldiers shouting)
Here we are.
Help yourselves. One size fits all.
This blasted war-- it's every man for himself.
The crumpet are back!
The crumpet is back.
Singular.
Is back, are back...
All right, come on, lads. Come on, lads.
MEN: Oh, yes!
Look at that!
Oh, come on, ladies.
Oh, pretty things...
MELVILLE: They're locals, of course.
Yes, the-the Macaronis let them in
to pay their respects to the deceased.
Although I suspect that they haven't got a clue
who's buried there.
(laughing)
How brilliant.
(shouting)
Oh...!
Oh!
(plays tuneless fanfare)
E proibito!
(giggling)
E proibito! Guardare le fancuille!
Not allowed! Attenti!
Linea di tiro, tiro, rapido!
Oh, God!
(girls scream)
(coughing): Uh, sorry, chaps.
I should've warned you
(chuckles): they-they tend to pop off
if they catch us having a gander.
Shame, really.
Not that I'd remember
how to court one, it's been so long.
Still, it would be rather nice to... to laugh with them.
To spend an hour or so...
looking into those wondrously dark eyes.
Oh, well put, sir. Yes, quiet poetic, really.
"Wondrously dark eyes."
I must make a note
in my diary.
Very, very good.
Thank you, Bolo.
(laughing)
(greeting in Italian)
(bicycle bell ringing)
(children yelling)
Francesca, Francesca!
(children yelling)
(imitates battle sounds)
Ciao, piccolo.
Who is winning?
The Americani.
MAN (over radio): ...the United States and Great Britain.
- Bravo, - Churchill. Bravissimo!
Mama.
Mi auiti con la zuppa.
Si, si. Si, prendo.
MAN: ...the Emperor of Abyssinia...
E periocoloso.
Is dangerous to listen to that.
Danger is better than humiliation.
Adesso, mangiamo. E non ci...
Every day I try to tell my students about their past.
The genius of the Republic
the stupidity of tyrants.
But prudente, eh!
Si, si.
To be forced to teach children
under the photograph
of that play actor, Mussolini.
To live in fear of his Blackshirt henchmen.
I give lessons on Roman history
but I am forbidden to mention the crime of this sad war.
And now, am I not free to speak out in my own home?
Ma ecco. Mangia, mangia!
Si, "Mangia, mangia. Prudenza."
(knocking)
Chi e?
MAN: Eh, non rifuterete mica di nutrire un vecchio amico
che passa davanti alla vostra porta
con le scarpe loghere e la pancia vuota.
FATHER: Come in, Dottore!
Your plate is waiting to be filled.
Ciao, Salve.
Wanda.
Ciao.
Come in, Doctor. Sit down.
Grazie.
Si, prego.
Red wine makes good blood.
Un bicchiere al giorno leva un medico d'intorno.
(laughing)
Salute!
Fammi vedere le mani.
Gira.
Bravo.
MOTHER: Tell us the news, Dottore.
Who is sick? Who needs our prayers?
In other words, who drinks too much
and who got pregnant?
( laughing)
Oh, Madonna mia.
I have news.
More British prisoners arrived today.
They'll be glad to be out of the war.
No, no.
We'll need them to fight the Fascists.
Do they look fit?
Well, I don't know.
Oh, yes, fit.
Well, quite fit.
Hmm...
(tuneless fanfare plays)
(chuckling)
Sapete che la ginnastica fa
bene ai muscoli, al cuore.
E al salute sia del tratto intestinale
che del sistema nervosa simpatico.
Un corpo in forma favorisce una mente
sana e un'atteggiamento sano e attivo.
So che a voi inglesi piace essere arguti e spiritosi.
Percio dovete marciare.
Per almeno 15 chilometri al giorno.
Grazie.
Is anybody going to translate?
What on earth was that all about?
Doesn't anybody here speak Italian?
Out of luck there, I'm afraid.
Not at all similar to proper Latin.
Dreadful really, how they've butchered their own language.
Silenzio!
The Colonel say all English officer must march.
You capite?
March across campagna!
Prestissimo.
Esercizio.
For exercise you!
Excuse me, Sergeant.
There's no need for a forced march.
I shall lead the men in a calisthenics drill.
Yes, well, I don't suppose you could possiblyunderstand.
Anyway, it's an ancient set of exercises
developed by the Royal Regiment
of Volunteer Layabouts.
(laughing)
Silenzio!
Attenti!
Avanti!
March!
(plays tuneless fanfare)
(squishing)
Company!
I say, Newby, that's out of order.
Left, left...
ALL: left, right, left.
Left, left...
left, right, left.
( tuneless bugle notes playing)
♪ When Britain first at Heaven's command ♪
♪ Arose from out the azure main ♪
♪ Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main ♪
♪ This was the charter, the charter of the land ♪
♪ And guardian angels sung this strain ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia! ♪
♪ Britannia, rule the waves! ♪
♪ Britons never, never, never shall be slaves ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia! ♪
♪ Britannia rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never, never, shall... ♪
BOB: Heads up, lads.
Parcels have arrived.
(cheering)
Look what we've got for you.
Things are looking up!
(laughing)
Looky here, you lucky lads.
Who wants Plato?
"The Complete Works of Byron."
Not the book that won't sell.
Hey, Billy?
Life Magazine.
That's it.
And a little phrase book, "Say it in Eye-tie."
I'll have that.
Go on, two for you.
I don't know what that is; it's foreign.
What else you got?
Homer? Iliad? I'll take it, Bob.
Another one of those with nothing on the label.
"Good-bye."
Arms raised.
Arrivederci, Arriveder ci.
Arriveder ci, that's it.
(clears throat)
"Good morning, good morning," is, ah...
Side bends, five and five.
"Good morning" is "Buon giorno, buon giorno."
Buon giorno, Roberto.
Yeah, same to you, mate.
No, it's not "mate," mate, it's, uh, "Enrico."
Reverse!
What?
Well, my name in Italian is Enrico.
Well, I think it is, anyway.
Enrico?
Si.
Io Italiano.
Oh, right.
And I'm the Duke of North Umberland.
(tortured bugle plays)
Per favore British Officer hear informations.
Oggi gli alleati sono sbarcati al sud di Napoli.
Ogni atto di ostilita da parte delle forze
italiane nei confronti delle forze ango-americani
deve necesari immediatemente ovunque.
Tutti I prigioniere brittanici
saranno liberati.
American and British Army now come in Italy.
Italy Army no more we still fight.
(cheering and applause)
(tortured bugle plays)
The Colonel say
to you one word:
addio.
Subito.
Adios!
All go!
Buona giornata!
What the devil's going on?
At a guess, sir, I'd say we've been liberated by the enemy.
Good Lord!
I say, Sergeant, can I have a word?
What, what, what...
Quesca... what is going on exactly?
German come here.
Ah.
Where? Where?
Here!
Here come!
British?
British far away.
Ah.
Problema.
Go away. Go!
Molte grazie, bene, bene, bene.
All right, now, listen up!
Now I suggest that we gather our gear
and, um... make some sort of plan.
Sir, it might be a good plan to get ourselves out of here.
Thank you, Bolo.
Just an opinion, sir.
Eh... oh, all right, yes.
It might be an idea to try to get to Switzerland.
However...
there's no resistance movement in Italy as yet
so we can't expect any help.
And always remember
you can never trust the Eye-tie.
They might welcome the Hun with open arms.
Sir, with regard to those Germans you mentioned.
Might they be coming around relatively soon, do you think?
Ah, yes.
Good point, Feathers.
We need a lookout.
Any volunteers?
You, Newby?
There's a good lad.
Well done, lads.
Okay, Newby, let us know, loud and clear.
Yes, sir, loud and clear.
Come on, you two.
You've got holiday packing to do.
(bell tolls)
Guiseppe? Guiseppe, is it true what they say?
Yes, I heard it on the radio.
Badoglio, he asked for armistice
with General Eisenhower.
Do you swear?
Yes, of course.
Did the Americans agree?
Yes, we finally have peace now.
Yes, and my brother will come home.
So, now you won't have to fight!
(giggling)
Valeria, you know I was refused, no?
Yes.
(coughing): I have bad lungs.
Oh, poor little boy!
You can ask anyone. Everybody knows.
Ask my mother.
Your mother? Who knows the Mayor very well!
(giggles)
Ciao, Valeria.
Ciao.
Ci vediamo domani.
A domani. Good-bye.
Si, si, ciao.
Ciao, ciao, Guiseppe.
Ciao, Wanda.
Ciao.
So, you think the war is over, do you?
Yes, we do. And the best thing, you know what it is?
What?
We no longer have to see you in that ridiculous black shirt.
(laughs)
Listen to me: Italy is more than joking in the piazza.
Italy is a great nation that once conquered the entire world.
And with you, Maurizio, it will rise again.
Is that what you think?
With help from our German friends
we will achieve our destiny.
The Germans are not our friends.
Oh, yes, they are.
And they are the best soldiers in the world.
Their Panzer divisions are coming here
from the north any day.
Soon, Armistice will be over.
We will be back!
MELVILLE: Come on, lads!
Chop-chop.
Only the bare necessities.
(grumbling)
Onward ahead.
And the Alps, of course.
I believe that they can be, ah...
frightfully high in places.
(laughing)
(no audio)
Enrico, finito!
Just don't melt, will you.
(groans)
Bob, uh, I think I can walk on it now...
Don't be such a lummox, Newby.
If it's not broken now, it soon will be.
It doesn't even hurt.
We found you a mount, Newby.
Goes by the name of Mora.
Funny that.
I-I used to know a Mora.
Uh, yes, well, come on. Get a move on, lads.
BOB: You see?
You're like Fred and Ginger.
(mule braying)
NEWBY: Ginger's not Italian.
Good going, Mora.
Now, don't pay attention to him.
Listen to you, chief.
(braying)
Come on, Mora.
You're doing nicely.
We're only mates.
Hey, Eric.
(laughter)
(gasping and giggling)
Shh...
Newby!
Shh, shh, shh.
Come on.
Quello sull'asino, guarda!
(all chattering)
(giggling)
No, not at all.
Hey.
(laughing)
NEWBY: Hey! I don't...
No, not... not down here.
Not down here.
Don't go downhill.
No, no, slowly.
Wait, wait, no, wait...!
(mournful braying)
(all laughing)
Come back, Mora.
All is forgiven.
(laughing)
(gasping, yelling)
MAN: Get down!
Take cover!
Get down! Get down!
Newby, out of the way!
(heavy boot steps)
(cloth ripping)
(footsteps)
(sighs softly)
(mumbling)
Yeah, I'm going to break my other foot.
(scattered laughter)
Grazie, grazie.
Thank you.
(whistling)
(sheep bleating)
BOB: Let's take a breather, have a look at that ankle.
How are you doing, uh, Newby?
Uh, very well, thank you, sir.
Uh, it's much better without the mount anyway.
Yes, yes, I can imagine.
You've heard some news, have you, sir?
Yes, I have, Newby.
It seems Jerry is right on top of us.
Shame that, but we'll have
to shake a leg.
(chuckles nervously)
Um, Newby, I'm awfully sorry to have to tell you this...
Sir, I'd like to volunteer to remain behind, if I may.
I-I've had a bit of a word with a local chap.
It seems there's an abandoned villa up... up the way there.
Apparently, the caretaker is a bit of an antifascist.
Might be of some help to you.
Thank you, sir.
Well, um... uh, we better push off!
(men mutter)
Good luck, Newby.
Good luck to you, sir.
( bird screeches in distance)
(meowing)
Buon giorno.
Hello.
Buon giorno.
(gasps)
Papa, Papa!
Wait, wait. Buon giorno. Buon giorno.
Vai a casa subito.
Chi e Leu?
Oh, mia... mia friend.
Inglesi?
Yes, yes, inglesi.
Escapato?
Escape?
Yes, I escaped.
Um... English officer.
I'm a lieutenant.
Come ti chiami? Que nome? Name.
Name, name.
Eric Newby.
N-e-w-b-y.
Newby.
Now... N-N-Nowby.
No, no, no, Newby.
Yes, N-N-Nowby.
What you want from here?
What do you want, Mr. Nowby?
To be honest, I'm... I'm very tired
and I'm extremely hungry
and I would love to sleep in your hay for a little while.
Just for a little while
if that's possible.
Not possible.
Just for a little while, please.
I-I-I will be no bother.
No possible.
Vieni, vieni, vieni.
What?
Veloce.
(moans)
Andiamo.
You sleep in my house.
(chuckling)
I give you good bed.
Hay is for cow, not for people.
Cows, yes.
(chuckling)
Mr. Nowby...
I-I am Merily.
Merily. My name, Merily.
Grazie, Merily.
Tomorrow we bring dottore from Fontanellato.
(speaking in German)
(phone ringing)
(speaks German)
(typewriter keys clacking)
Abend.
Dottore, do I have a...?
(speaking Italian)
No hospital.
I can't go to hospital.
Take you to hospital.
No, it's...
Excuse me, senore, but the doctor
he brings me to help with English.
Hello. Hello.
Uh, mia nome...
No.
My name is Wanda.
(sighs)
My name is...
My name is Enrico
and I've really got a problem here, Wanda.
I cannot speak Italian.
Si, si, Enrico.
Uh, the doctor says, um, you must go to hospital.
I know. I can't go to hospital.
Why not?
Because the Germans will find me there.
No, they will not look in the hospital.
You must allow him to treat your foot
or you will not escape.
Trust the doctor. He's a good man.
I promise.
Si, si.
(speaking Italian)
(church bell ringing)
Enrico, you cannot escape unless you learn Italian.
Well, I have this.
Hmm, that way is impossible.
What-what other way is there?
I can help you.
Yes? Maybe.
Maybe I can come.
Th-That would be good.
I-I'd like that.
I will try.
Good luck.
(nuns speaking Italian)
Come soon.
(nuns speaking Italian)
(speaking Italian)
(bicycle bell ringing)
You have a visitor.
Only a few minutes.
I am his teacher.
The Blackshirts could come.
You mustn't be here.
Just one moment, please.
Hello, Enrico.
Hello. Um...
(clears throat): Hello.
Um, this is strudel, made from apples.
My mother cooked it for you.
Oh, th-that's... that's very kind of her.
Tell her... tell her thank you.
Thank-thank her for pudding?
Yes.
Say it.
Say...
Grazie per il dolce.
Uh...
Grazia daya pay dorche...
No, no, no, no, no. No, no.
Per il dolce.
El dolce.
Uh, grazie per...
...per il dolce.
Si.
Grazie per il dolce.
Not bad. Si.
Why don't you sit down?
And, um... I-I'd like that and...
Yes? Please?
Um... uh, per forvore...
Per favore.
Yes, per favore. Right.
Yeah.
I must... I must go now.
Oh, just one minute.
No, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait, soon, yes?
You promise?
Yeah?
Mmm-hmm.
Soon.
Ciao.
(quietly): Grazie per il dolce.
(shouting and dogs barking)
Yes, old man, that's my personal diary.
It's private!
(gunshot)
(dogs barking)
(church bell ringing)
WANDA: "Where is the station?"
(Newby speaks Italian)
No, it's not "ah," it's "eh."
(Newby speaks Italian)
Now it is better.
(Newby laughing): Yes, it's much better.
WANDA: So, "I have lost my ticket."
"I have... ow... lost my ticket."
"...ticket."
Let's see.
"I have lost my ticket."
Yes.
I'm... so glad you decided to come back.
Repeat: "I have lost my ticket."
(sighs): No.
I look forward to your visits.
Enrico, we are here to learn.
You must learn or you will not escape.
"I have lost my ticket."
O peso il biglietto.
Bravo!
Bravissimo!
Very good.
Thank you...
very much.
(clattering)
(speaks Italian)
Buon giorno. Buona sera.
Bene.
Buon giorno is only in the morning.
After, you must say buona sera.
Bonsara.
No, buona sera.
Buona sera!
Enrico, you are so...
What...?
English.
Yes!
"Battersby"?
Battersby?
My father teaches language and history.
In, uh, Fotanala...?
Fontanellato.
Si.
But first we lived in a small village in Slovenia.
For me it was paradise.
And then Mussolini ordered deportation.
You were displaced?
One day a letter came.
My father... oh, nothing.
What? Tell me.
No, no, no...
We are here to learn Italian, so...
It's not just that, is it?
What?
I mean, why you come here.
Y-You do like being together...?
Do you, just a little?
Una piccolo? Huh?
I will tell you.
I like it better than working in the bank.
Ah, better than the...
(speaking Italian)
What?
No, I have no fresh tomatoes.
WANDA: Enrico.
Enrico, you are strutting.
What do you mean?
You are strutting.
(laughing): Well, I do not walk like that!
Yes, you do that.
I do not!
Yes, you do that.
So straight, so stiff
so English the way you walk.
No!
Watch me, watch me, watch me.
You see?
You must walk calm.
Not rushed.
Enjoy your movement.
Enjoy my movement.
One step, then another.
So. So. Like an Italian.
Like this?
Like an Italian.
Like an Italian, like an Italian.
Enrico, what are you do...?
We must not allow it.
Why?
Don't you enjoy it?
Don't be stupid.
Of course I enjoy it, but we can't.
Yes, we can.
No, we can't.
We must not.
We must not fall in love, Enrico.
(laughing and singing)
(shouting)
Someone told the Germans we had an English officer.
What is to become of you?
I'll be all right.
I'm a prisoner of war.
Now, you tell them...
you took me in because of my ankle.
You had no idea who I was.
Tell them?
I shall tell them nothing!
(men shouting)
(nun shouting in Italian)
Silenzio!
( nun speaking sharply in Italian )
( men speaking apologetically)
Scusa.
Oh, oh..
Uh, toletta.
I need toletta.
No, no, no, no, uh...
Please, no...
(speaking Italian)
(all talking at once)
Toletta.
(speaking Italian)
Toletta. I need tol...
Mal di stomaco.
Si?
Stomach.
(laughing)
Stomach.
Si, yes, very funny. Si.
(speaking Italian)
Buona sera.
Buon appetito.
Grazie.
Uh, excuse me.
Uh...
(chuckling)
Toletta. Toletta.
No, no, no, toletta.
(yelling in Italian)
Diarrhea.
(groaning)
(laughing)
"Diarrhea!"
Diarrhea! Diarrhea!
(chuckling)
(knocking)
Inglese.
(knocking)
Inglese!
Enrico!
B-Buona sera.
Buona sera.
This is my father.
Hello.
Enrico Newby.
You are late.
Yes, yes, si, sorry, uh, mi scusi, my foot.
We have much to do.
Si.
Grazie for everything, Mr. Skof.
You're so very kind.
No, no, no, we do only for you
what one man should do for another.
Wear this.
Clothes for you.
No, no, these are too good.
Please, come here.
(speaking Italian)
Wanda, what do you think?
Do I pass as an Italian?
If you don't speak a word, you'll be fine.
Please, go.
Hey, hey, no time for that.
When will I see you again?
Come. When?
Be careful, please. Please.
Get in the car.
Please, hurry up.
(door shuts)
(engine starting)
Halt!
What is it?
Stay calm.
Sieg heil!
(speaking Italian)
Panzer.
Um, do we... do we have to do this?
It's the only way to Baruffa.
Well, I must say I'm feeling, um... very English.
Yes, you're very English.
But you must look Italian.
Put this on.
Yes, thank you.
(speaking Italian)
Ow... No, no, no, no.
(speaking Italian)
Dottore.
(speaking Italian)
Ciao, Enrico.
Ciao. Grazie, grazie.
They will let you stay only a few days
until we find a place higher in mountains.
Grazie. Thank you so much.
Prego. One of us will come.
Will it be safe for you?
Nothing is safe.
We no longer live in a time of safety.
Arrivederci. Thank you.
Prego. Stay off your foot.
I will.
Ciao.
(men speaking Italian)
Well...
(car driving away)
(speaking Italian)
I'm sorry. I don't understand
what you're saying.
I'm sorry... (speaking Italian)
You must go!
Excuse me?
Go now, per favore!
No, no, no, but you agreed...
Go! Why?
Hey, why? Why? Why?
Because I am afraid.
Just a few days.
Please, that's all I need.
My neighbors-- everybody knows us.
Nobody I can trust.
No more is anything the same.
Somebody see you, the Blackshirts
they will come to burn my house.
So, please, go.
Only that.
Go away!
Where am I supposed to go?
I can't tell you.
You must know somebody who can help me.
I know nobody.
I trust nobody.
Now you go.
Please.
Go to Vincenzo.
Go in the forest; there is a path, bene?
Then you will find the Piana del Soto.
Cross over and go high on the mountain.
Before the big rocks, you will find Vincenzo.
I think he is also afraid.
Do not say I sent you. Capisce?
Say nothing of me or my wife.
(woman yelling in Italian)
(pounding)
(yelling)
(men and woman yelling)
(dog panting)
(growling viciously)
Vincenzo!
Hey!
Buon giorno.
Oh, buon giorno.
Nero!
Buono, buono.
(clucks tongue): Dai, dai.
Are you Vincenzo?
Si, Vincenzo.
Um, mi scusi.
Mi uno officale inglese.
You're a British officer?
Si.
You escaped?
Yes, si.
My name is Eric Newby.
I'm, um, uno nomo Enrico.
Special Boat Section.
We have no boat here.
Yes, I know, but I just...
Bene tenente.
I need this stick, yes, oh, ah, yeah...
Vieni dentro.
Grazie...
Bene.
Lui e, this is Enrico.
Un inglese che e scappato.
This is Dolores.
The cousin of my daughter, Bianca.
Buon giorno.
Rosa?
Rosa.
Lui chi e?
E un ufficiale inglese che sta scappando.
Si chiama Enrico Newby.
Enrico Newby...
my wife, Rosa.
Nice to meet you.
Prego.
Accomadatevi.
Grazie.
(sighs)
What do you want, Mr. Enrico?
We no money, eh?
We poor.
Poor.
You understand?
Yes, I do.
And I'm willing to, um, work for my keep.
I like to work. It's good to work.
Um, work is great.
Ah, it's good to work hard.
Yes, it is, and I'm happy
to do so for a small bit of food
and somewhere to sleep where I will be safe
until I can go back to rejoin my army.
Nowhere is safe.
(sighs)
(knocking on table)
Uh, bene...
We give you food and a bed.
No money.
Grazie.
Prego.
Buon apetito.
Aspettami...
Buon gio... Wh-What do you want?
Is your father home?
Why do you ask?
Mr. Skof, we would like you to come with us.
Why?
The Commandant wishes to ask you some questions.
He has done nothing.
Venga.
You must come.
Per favore.
(whispers): It's nothing.
Don't worry.
Be strong.
Maurizio, you did this.
If he has done nothing, he will be allowed home.
Perhaps even this afternoon.
Mama? Mama?
Your father has done nothing wrong.
He'll be back.
We gain nothing by tears.
(sighing): Eccoci qua.
Buon giorno. Uh, buona sera, excuse...
You sleep on this.
But every day it must go away.
You capito? Si, yes.
You will wear my clothes all the way to Switzerland.
Switzerland, no, I'm not going to Switzerland.
I'm going south to rejoin my army.
Yes, but not now.
The fight does not go well at this moment.
Your leg is good?
Uh, yes, it's much better.
Bene.
Then you come work in my field.
Vieni, it make you strong.
Ow...
Ow, vieni qua.
(laughing)
All stones over my field
everywhere, put in this cart.
And then what do you want me to do with them?
I do not care.
At the top, my field is finished.
Throw them down the mountain.
Maybe they can roll all the way to Baruffa.
(chuckles)
(speaking singsong Italian)
Questa e Dante Alighieri. Dai, lavora, su.
(speaks singsong Italian)
♪ Non ci voglio tanto bene ♪
♪ Perche portiamo la camicia nera ♪
♪ Ci hanno detto che siamo da catene ♪
♪ Ci hanno detto che siamo da galera ♪
♪ L'amore con il fascisti no conviene... ♪
Wanda, are you all right?
Si, fine. Si, fine, tutto bene.
(singing continues)
Why'd you make this?
For emergency.
You hide, hmm?
For me?
Yes, you like?
What do you think?
I like.
Benissimo grazie.
No, no, no. "Molti grazie."
"Grazie tante, mille grazie."
Never, never, Enrico, "benissimo grazie."
Is better... "grazie di tutto."
"Grazie tutto"?
No, "di tutto."
Grazie di tutto.
Bravo. Grazie di tutto.
Thanks for everything. Yes.
I just wish I could repay you.
To repay, you must stay alive.
That's why I should be heading off soon.
Ah, the war in the south does not go well for English.
Germans are in every place.
They shoot many escaped prisoners.
I think it's time you go back...
work in my field.
Forza.
Right.
Dai dai.
(both laughing)
"Benissimo!"
Ho detto che il maiale non si tocca.
I maiale non si tocca.
Va bene, va bene, non.
Quello non s'interessa...
Mi piace il maiale.
E una questione di maiale e non maiale.
VINCENZO: Non si tocca...
E questione... salame...
Bene, maiale, non.
I maiale no bene.
ROSA: I maiale che si tocca e come quanto
il maiale fa il salame
e cose varie, va bene?
(indistinct voices)
Eat your food.
DOLORES: Siete ignoranti.
ROSA: Eh, che ignoranti, ignoranti...
"Maiale!"
(talking stops)
Pig... pig, huh?
You're talking about your pig?
Hmm.
Enrico, sei carinissimo.
(giggles)
You are so adorable.
Enrico!
Dinner!
(dog growling)
(whispers): There.
Very nice doggie.
Yes.
(growling continues)
(snarling)
DOLORES: Buona sera.
Buona sera, Dolores.
Wanda!
Buona sera, Enrico.
It's wonderful, wonderful to see you.
It's so nice, your friend come for visit.
Yes, it is.
You must have come from far.
Not so far.
He's so charming, our Enrico.
Really? Your Enrico?
I didn't know this.
They've looked after me well
although I can't stay here forever.
But I'm sure you'd like to.
DOLORES: We are so happy to care for Enrico.
As long as he needs us.
How are your family, Wanda?
The Blackshirts took my father.
Where?
German headquarters. He's still there.
Is it my fault?
No, no, Enrico, no.
These things are to be expected.
It is war.
You...
you look so well.
You also, Enrico.
I put peppers in the sauce.
The special way you like it.
(giggling)
I must go now.
When will I see you again?
You're safe; that's the important thing.
I needed to know that.
Wanda, there's something else I need you to know.
My friends and I-- we used to call Italians
Eye-ties and macaronis-- we were stupid schoolboys.
And now I'm thinking
that you've all done so much for me
and risked your lives for me, even, and...
I feel so, I feel...
I feel ashamed.
War has been my teacher, too.
Many things have changed.
Yes.
Many things, but not everything, right?
Not everything must change.
I wish you good luck, Enrico.
I must go now.
No, don't go.
Yes.
I must be home before dark, the curfew.
Oh... m-my bicycle is far down the mountain
and it is not so fast.
Wanda...
I'm so sorry if I've caused...
Please, please, stop always saying you are sorry.
That's all you English ever do.
"Sorry, old chap. I'm frightfully sorry."
Enrico, when something is impossible
people must face it
and not apologize for the pain they feel in they hearts.
It is a great pain I feel.
Such a great pain that it will never go away.
But I will never be sorry about it.
Never.
Durschsmcht alle nauser.
Ich will dab jeder meter des Gelandes
durschmcht wird-- vorwarts!
Die sieten strassen!
Die keller mussen untersucht werden...
...Mubihnen leider berichten einege inhrer landsleute
sind deserviet, und haben inre uniformen verseckt.
Wir musseum sie soforrt suchen.
Wanda?
Cia, Guisep...
You have become a Blackshirt?
No, it's not true...
Yeah, they made me an interpreter
because I know German, thanks to your father.
Wanda, I saw him today
in the orphanage.
Your goons took him away.
Wanda, please, you have to understand...
This is how I can help.
Grazie, I have no interest in Blackshirt ideas.
I must go home. Arrivederci.
(whispering): Listen first.
Then tell me if you're not interested.
We will make a time for you
to meet the German Commandant about your father.
He will then call his interpreter
which will be me.
And you pretend you don't know me.
I will then translate everything you say
so that he hears
the right answers.
(whispering): Will you trust me
on this?
All right, ciao.
Ciao.
Was haben wir gesagt, uh...
(pigs grunting)
(dog barking)
(speaking Italian)
Be quiet!
Shut up.
(barking)
Yeah, you too.
Carrissimo.
Shut up!
No! No!
(Enrico screaming)
(screaming)
Nero, Nero, no! No!
(dog growling)
Get out, bastard, Nero!
(screaming)
(dog growling)
(fabric ripping)
Adorable.
Whoa! Whoa!
Enrico, Enrico...
Dolores...
Amore...
(Enrico laughing)
(laughing)
(kissing)
(laughing)
No...
ROSA: Dolores!
Enrico! Dinner!
(dog barking)
Wanda Skof.
Ciao.
Wanda Skof
please tell Herr Commandant about your father.
My father has no interest in politics.
He is a simple schoolmaster.
Uh, none of our family has any interest in politics.
I only ask you for the sake of my mother
to let my father come home.
(laughing)
Enrico, you are coming, yes?
No, no, I don't think so.
Enrico, you must come.
No, I can't be seen.
You go, Enrico.
No, no...
A small party, ha?
Only friends.
Aye, Enrico
it will be good for you.
Si, not too bad for you.
Go.
Oh, si, si, si.
(laughing)
Tonight you will have fun, you know?
(giggling)
I promise.
I also promise.
Thank you very much.
That's very kind of you both.
You will enjoy yourself.
Are you a good dancer?
Yes, I am.
Oh, yes, dear. Bellissimo.
Oh, Dolores, you better watch your step there.
Yes, I do.
Oh!
(laughing)
(upbeat music playing)
(laughing)
You are a good dancer.
Oh, no, don't think so.
I'm a bit rusty.
We must practice, yes?
Oh, no...
Dolores.
Hey, ciao, bella.
Ciao, bella.
Come stai?
Non ti preoccupare, che poi te passa.
Tiene questo e buonissimo. Si, si.
Dai, dia, balle con me!
Ma io non sono una bambina!
You dance very well.
Grazie.
Prego.
Grazie.
Prego?
(both giggling)
Si, prego?
Si.
Prego...
I teseschi stanno arrivado adesso!
(screaming)
Attento, Enrico! Quick, go!
In diesem hause
gibtes Partisanen!
Alle Ausgange werdem herritisch
abjeriegelt und vontroller!
Everyone stay where you are!
I habe informationen.
Wir suchen nach einem Gerfangenen.
Vincenzo.
(speaking German)
Es gict kine zeit zu verlinenem!
Hop hop!
Ab zum landhaus.
Unser nochtes ziel ist?
(dogs barking)
(gasping)
No, no, no!
You hide the British prisoner here?
Non, non prigioneri! Non!
( arguing in German and Italian )
No prisoners here, no!
Stick with me.
(sobbing)
No, no!
We will find him!
Vincenzo!
Rosa! Rosa!
(sobbing)
Who is in there?
My room.
Me and Vincenzo.
Who is up there?
Nothing. Nothing.
You watch her.
Si, senore.
Sel una bougiarda.
(dog barking)
Ich will dab jeder meter
des Gelandes durchsucht wird!
Vorwarts!
Ja wohl. Ja.
Hier druben vielleicht?!
Los. Sucht die Gegend rechts von vir ab.
Uber hier!
Wir mussen den schneinehund finden.
Ja, hier.
Hier druben, hier.
Nast du was?
Nein.
Nat jemand etwas gefunden?
(creaking)
(sighing)
Blessed Dio.
Come. You must come.
Vincenzo
I can't stay with you any longer.
I can't put you or your family in any more danger.
The committee wants to keep you safe...
Committee? What committee?
The Partisans. The Resistance.
Now it begins.
No, you must tell your committee that I should go back...
No, no.
You tell them.
You.
(cowbells clanging)
(dog barking)
(speaking Italian)
Michael...
lui e quel tenente inglese delle truppe
il teneute speciale da soarco.
Tenente Enrico Newby.
You have a request?
Yes. I am going to rejoin my army.
I need information.
Mm. The time is not yet.
Your army is far away.
The winter is close by.
You will wait until it is safe.
I will not risk any more lives.
Tenente...
everyone here you see...
we all have sons, brothers or fathers
who are hunted by the Germans.
Every man and woman here believes you are
in as much danger as their young boys.
From their hearts
they wish to help you the same way they hope
others will take care of their own.
Capito?
Do you understand?
Si.
Bene. But if they shelter you in their houses
it is too dangerous.
Yes.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
Per favore.
You will allow me
to speak.
If they cannot have you in their houses
they will build a house for you, hm?
Signora, no, no, io experienso, huh?
VINCENZO: Experienza.
NEWBY: Experienza.
Sbarcano dal mare o ciei gli aerie?
Uh, maiale.
Maiale.
Prego, Senore.
Eccho perche non vengorio.
If you build a fire here, smoke going out there, eh?
Okay, yeah.
Ah!
Here, you see.
Perscappare.
Yes, um, emergency escape.
Escape? Si.
No, no, no, no, no, escape.
( pronouncing slowly): Escape.
Ah!
Emergency, dai!
Um...
grazie di tutto.
Prego.
Ah, hey, bravo!
Bravo.
Italiano correcto, bravo.
Do not wander too far, Enrico.
If you show yourself
everybody in the village will know, mm?
Remember, this is chippy, chippy Italia.
(chuckling)
(clicking tongue)
Speriamo.
(chuckling): Grazie.
Speriamo.
Grazie.
Well...
Um... Vincenzo, thank you for everything.
Ah!
(both chuckling)
Thank you.
Be careful.
Bye.
(rolling thunder)
After this, I will not feel clean again
until every filthy one of those...
Papa, please... Shh, not here.
Open the gate.
Maurizio tudpresto...
Papa!
You see these boys?
They have an interesting story
about an Englishman who lives in the mountains.
What are you talking about?
Go ahead. Pretend all you like.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Soon we will fill
your father's cell.
(panting)
(truck engine revving)
Penso diavere I tedeschi alle calcagne!
Stiamo calmi!
(speaking German)
Enrico.
Wanda?
Look at you.
What...?
What is it?
They know.
You were denounced.
It doesn't matter how or why or by who. You must go.
(barking)
What about you and your family?
We will survive.
Come quickly.
I will show you the way over the mountain. Come!
Such! Such! Such!
Viemi presto.
Wohin Sie?!
Presto.
No, this way.
Quick, come on!
(shouting in German)
I can't let them find you here.
I will be fine.
No, no, I won't risk it, I can't.
Enrico, you must go quickly.
You've all done enough for me.
More than enough, and... you need to stay here.
You promise me... Wanda?
You promise me.
What are you thinking?
It's my turn now.
What are you going to do?
It's for the best.
No...
Ciao, lads.
(gun hammer cocks)
Lovely little war
we're having, don't you think?
Guck mai nach was er im quicksadr hat.
Drop your bag!
Gut gemacht, Harry, gut gemacht.
Dem wird es jeht bitter schlecht gehen.
Komm runter da!
Los vorwarts, bewegung, runter den Berg.
Los!
(indistinct voices)
WOMAN: ...é rimastra sola?
WOMAN 2: Bella guerra.
Poverina pera.
Eh, si.
MAN: Nicht auf der stele tretaaen weitergehen.
(coughing)
(indistinct voices)
Excuse me.
Careful.
MAN: Bravo!
(cheering)
ERIC: In April, 1944
the remainder of the Allied invasion force
finally caught up with the Special Boat Section.
Our brief little operation had been a sort
of curtain-raiser to the epic battle that became known
as Primavera della Patria-- the rebirth of the country.
(cheering)
Buon giorno.
Hi.
(indistinct voices)
Finita! Finita!
(laughing)
Ciao, bella.
Ciao, stai bene.
Ci vediamo domani. Si.
(indistinct voices)
I was in the last boatload
of returning prisoners from Camp 79.
We were debriefed at the repatriation center
in Tilburg and given two months leave.
After the tedium of prison camp
travel seemed the thing to do.
And I had a pretty clear idea where I wanted to go.
(bell tolling)
Oh, Americani, te paiace come te sto a pulir le scarpe?
Tanta lucidatina...
(whispers): Wanda.
Enrico.
Amore mio.
Mio Inglese.
(Wanda sobs)
Oh...
Enrico...
nobody believed you would come back.
Well, I did, you see?
Yes, I see. I did.
Yes, I see.
(whispers): Enrico...
Miss Skof...
would you care to stroll in the piazza with me?
Yes, I would like to, very much.
Uh...
(chuckles)
(cheering)
(trumpet playing)
MELVILLE: Congratulations, Newby.
JAMES: Good luck, Newby.
And a happy life to you.
Seguita a scoppare.
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