[whistling]
[man] Does it hurt?
Fascism is pain, Todaro.
Be happy.
A vial of this, when the pains become strong.
Thank you. You're welcome.
[Todaro] Be happy.
Fool, pervert, syphilitic.
The only pain he knows...
is the one his wife makes him feel.
When she spanks him in the evening.
Salvatore.
Your disability is a blessing.
Are you using that shameful word too?
I like "invalid."
So?
Retired.
More dead than alive.
But alive...
is beautiful.
My prisoner and under my care.
I'll take you to Montenero.
On the coast where you can see the sea.
We'll cultivate the land, raise animals.
Even bees for honey.
The child is weak.
He'll grow up with clean air,
away from war, and no one will harm him.
And we'll always have food.
Because we'll grow our own food.
In winter, I'll make you warm soup.
And we'll always go to bed early at night
because we'll be tired.
We can live well, Salvatore.
Calmly.
Happily.
Rina wants you to accept the minimum option.
The disabled pension.
[Todaro] What do you see?
[reading in Homeric language]
[speaking in Homeric language]
[Todaro] Happiness, my Rinuccia, is not something I demand.
It's for the contented.
A fulfilled feeling.
A stationary state.
[woman 1 humming]
[woman 2] This wind, I know where it blows all these boys.
[humming]
It blows them to death.
♪ In my heart when you look at me ♪
♪ A desire that never leaves me ♪
♪ My life trembles close to you ♪
♪ I forget the world, and you know why ♪
[in chorus] ♪ I want only one hour ♪
♪ I who can never forget you ♪
♪ To tell you again in my kisses ♪
♪ What you are to me ♪
♪ I want only one hour ♪
♪ To tell you what you don't know ♪
♪ And in this hour I would give ♪
♪ My life for you ♪
Assembly!
You can never tell.
Some soft, thoughtless, swollen-headed fool...
thinks submariners don't really fight.
Bullshit!
[all] Utter bullshit! Maximum bullshit!
Commander. What's your name?
Electrician Efisio Careddu, Commander.
At your command.
You stay on land.
As you can see, we're the last to leave.
Germans attack in packs, we don't.
We are Italians.
And we are alone.
The king, with all his majesty, is not here.
Il Duce isn't here to lead you.
I am.
Mommy isn't here either.
There's Marcon.
And anyone who starts crying, I'll throw them into the sea.
[woman 2] My Gigino is a cook. And he's going to die like a mom.
He's going to die to feed his comrades.
I still have his essence on me, but it's not disgusting.
Now, I haven't even thought about washing it off.
This boat is great.
Look at it.
Touch it, listen to it.
In moments of despair, it will tell you what to do.
Our trench is invisible.
And the enemy is far away,
protected by layers of water
and steel, by thousands of millimeters of artillery,
by lethal technology
that our poets can only imagine
behind their inlaid desks.
But it's there...
somewhere, with their hearts beating,
exalted by the courage of their British philosophy
and full of fear.
Just like us.
Don't pretend not to be afraid.
Don't despise fear.
Embrace it.
Own it! [all] Aye, Captain!
Ready to move.
[woman 2] I ran after him from afar.
Nunzia and Angelina were there too, but we didn't say goodbye.
We were caught up in our thoughts,
which were surely the same, but they were ours.
And we were silent, thinking about them,
with the wind tossing our hair.
You never know.
[woman 2] Our thoughts were embracing these boys for the last time.
These boys going to war, nervous and boiling with blood.
I know that these boys,
with their smooth skin and carefree smiles,
should be fishing for pearls.
And yet they embark to make war.
I know they won't return.
They have mothers, sisters, girlfriends.
They should be here, watching them disappear one by one
into the belly of this iron fish.
They should see them laughing and joking for the last time.
But they're not here.
We're the only ones here.
There are also the virtuous ones, the ones who don't let themselves be touched,
but by this hour, they're already asleep.
So it falls to us to accompany them and mourn.
Why?
You don't have to be a fortune teller to know they won't return.
And if they do return, they won't return the next time.
Or they won't return the time after that.
You don't need to be a fortune teller to know that at the end of the war
when the reckoning comes,
we'll discover that most sailors have died.
Then we'll cover our mouths with our hands.
What a waste of life in that coffin.
Ambush?
And do you think they gave us
a submarine to go on a pleasure trip in the lagoon?
[in Venetian] We're entering the area, anything that sails
with a cannon or a blowgun mounted on deck, we'll sink it.
[in Venetian] Atlantic,
get ready, shit yourselves!
[in Venetian]
Yes, you and me against everyone.
But to get to the Atlantic, you have to pass through Gibraltar.
Gibraltar is a nasty beast.
This boat has already been to Gibraltar
In June, just after the war began.
With Captain Cristiano Masi.
Why didn't he make it to BETASOM? Eh?
Here.
Yes, but it's our luck.
He was chased off by the English fleet,
and took refuge in Ceuta.
[in Venetian]
It may be.
But I'm telling you that the Strait of Gibraltar
is already a problem because of the currents,
without needing the English to shoot at you.
There you go, look here.
Eh.
[Todaro] It's narrow…
but there's space.
And so?
Huh?
No.
Are we idiots?
We're not… I can't hear you! Are we idiots?
We're not… I can't hear! Are we idiots?
We're not idiots! Oh! Mariani…
There's a matter to settle here.
[Todaro] We were wondering: "Are we idiots
or aren't we idiots?"
[all] No, we're not idiots!
We're not idiots! We're not idiots!
There you go! Ah!
♪ The art of the sailor is to die at sea ♪
Today sea hare with garlic and oil? Fool!
[whistle]
[in Neapolitan] What are you listening to? Eh?
What are you hearing? Here, listen.
[indistinct dialogue from headphones]
Oh, listen. Radio Andorra.
If the Duce could hear us.
[in Neapolitan]
[music from the radio]
[Todaro] And since the art of the sailor is to die at sea,
here we are, on the submarine called Cappellini,
73 meters long and seven meters wide.
Armed with two 100mm cannons and two twin 13mm machine guns,
four 533mm torpedo tubes at the bow and four at the stern,
and a supply
of 12 533mm torpedoes, 300 cannon shells.
And 3000 machine gun bullets.
They consider me the craziest and most exalted captain
of the Italian Royal Navy.
An ascetic, a fakir.
Maybe even a fortune-teller.
I know that I fell with the seaplane
and now I have an armor of iron and cord.
The Greek spirit spoke to me through Betti, the tailor.
He protects and governs my destiny.
My victory is the battle.
Ah damn, that whore of your mother.
[Murmuring]
Oh, come on! Oh, oh! Where the hell are you going, huh?
- Fool, I'm first. - But what do you mean "first"?
We're in alphabetical order!
My name is Bicienzo, with a "B".
- I'm right after Alfredo. - But go back!
- That whore of your mother! - Oh, do you want to calm down? Damn it!
[in Sicilian] Guys! The shower is broken.
[all] No!
[in Sicilian]
- Bono, I'm a son of God! - Go take a shower.
Will you stop driving my dog crazy?
[in Neapolitan]
Yes.
Gigino, do you know all the dishes from your house?
No, sir.
I know all the recipes for all the dishes from all the countries of all of Italy.
Good.
There will come a time when you won't be able to cook good things.
So when I order you to, you will recite the dishes...
always, continuously, like a prayer.
Yes, sir.
- Carry on. - As you command.
[a man speaks in Sardinian on the headset]
The modification of the use of summer daylight saving time
will continue even beyond October 12th.
[in Sardinian]
[Piras] I have a message for Commander Todaro.
Are you there? Over.
A message for you, Commander.
I'm here, over.
[Piras] It's a personal message, Commander,
from my cousin, Careddu Efisio, whom you left on land.
Three days after departure, he was hospitalized
and urgently operated for peritonitis.
If he had left, he would have died.
Careddu wants to convey his gratitude to you
for understanding that he wasn't well,
saving his life.
Along with his, also that of his whole family,
including, with permission, mine.
- Thank you. - Commander.
Commander.
[Todaro] The sailors call me magician Bakù.
They even drew it on the false tower.
I'm not upset, in fact, I have fun.
But I really see things.
I see the enemy when it's about to arrive
and I position myself with the cannon ready.
Another thing I see is that I will die in war.
But in my sleep, they'll never get me when I'm awake.
Depth charges from English destroyers.
We have a passage of 20 meters and a depth of 70 meters.
It surpasses periscope depth and goes down to 80.
Five degrees down.
We have to make them explode above us.
[explosion]
[explosions]
It exploded above. It's pushing us to the bottom, stabilizing.
If we go down, we'll stay there.
Electrical system damaged. Carbon dioxide is rising.
- Helm hard to starboard. - Helm hard to starboard!
- Rudders rising. - Rudders rising!
- Rudders stuck descending. - Engines reverse half.
- Air to surfacing. - Almost out of expelling air.
We're under 100 meters and dropping.
- Sulfuric acid from the batteries! - Masks.
[metallic clank]
- Plug the hole! Plug it! - A cushion. Seal the leak.
[indistinct voices]
Over 120 below.
We have to surface before we implode.
[coughing]
[Todaro] Dear Rina, at home who complains about the bad butter
poke an eye, because they deserve a bad existence.
These boys have more terror in their bodies than blood,
but they don't complain.
They turn weakness into devastating strength.
As tense as they are, waiting for something,
they could pierce the hull of a destroyer with a fingernail.
They're ready.
And unarmed.
Fuses replaced.
Air to the tanks, all that's left.
- Rudders rising. - Rudders rising.
[breath]
It's moving. One hundred and ten.
Minniti, what's above us?
It seems clear.
One hundred.
Mine anchor cables.
We're stuck.
Don't even think about it. Prepare the tower.
Don't even think about it.
That's mine.
Flood the tower.
What's wrong? Can't you do it? He can, he can.
Depth? Twenty-five meters.
Engines ahead slow.
Honor and eternal memory
to the sailor motorist Vincenzo Stumpo.
[Stumpo]
Commander, the stern cannon is out of order.
Proceed with the repair! Aye, aye, sir!
Mulargia, don't you like fresh air?
Fresh air stinks.
What do you call this smoking technique?
"A fogu aintru."
"Fogu aintru?"
"With fire inside." So the enemy can't see you.
Put on some music.
Tell the cook to make gnocchi! Yes, sir!
Gnocchi.
With semolina or water and flour?
[plays "Submarine Song" from the turntable]
[hums]
The batteries are repaired, no leaks.
Some bolts are missing and the generators aren't charging.
How long? An hour.
[Todaro] We don't have an hour, Stiepovich.
♪ To hit and bury every enemy That comes across the path ♪
♪ That's how the sailor lives ♪
Battle stations! Move, move! Let's go, let's go!
[indistinct chatter]
Mulargia, lay it out! Ammunition, Chierici, quick!
Ready! Fire! Take this!
["Submariner's Hymn" continues]
Here! Here, you ugly bastard, here!
Do you like it?
Go, Mulargia!
[Todaro] I don't have the power to award a medal
to the brave gunner Mulargia, but…
I intend to somehow decorate him.
From this moment on
you may address me informally.
You may speak to me…
saying "you."
"Commander."
Oh, see? Good. Gnocchi!
[cheering]
Go! Where are the plates?
Great, Gigino! Let's go.
Here. Thanks.
Is there Parmesan? A little.
Let's eat! Pass, go ahead.
Here.
Pass the plates.
Plates, guys. Take, come on.
The plates. Thank you.
Pass. We're missing… we're all set here.
First course. We're ready.
Go. Oh!
How many did you make, Gigino?
Then… enjoy your meal!
[laughter] [all] Enjoy your meal!
There's the truffle dog and the gnocchi dog.
[laughter]
[Todaro] Rina dear, maybe the Greek meant
that hiding isn't enough to avoid being seen.
Nothing's happened for a week.
During the day, we sail submerged, at night, we surface,
far from the purpose of this mission
which is called Ambush.
Drinking water is scarce.
[Gigino] Just talk.
[Todaro] Gnocchi are a distant dream.
The sponge cake.
The amaretti.
The marzipan.
The ladyfingers.
The Mantova cake. The curly cake.
The seven-pot cake.
The walnut cake, rice cake, ricotta cake.
The pumpkin cake.
The casatiello and tortano.
The Capri cake.
The Milan cake.
And the almond and chocolate cake.
The krapfen, strudel, roccocò.
Biscuits in all ways, pastiera, Sicilian cassata,
cassatina di Pozzuoli, pinolata, meringue.
[Todaro] This is united Italy, Rina.
Here a person from Livorno and one from Sicily are more than foreigners.
They're inhabitants of two different planets
far apart in language, culture, temperament.
Yet, it's precisely the crucible of all dialects.
Small artifacts and great works of ingenuity,
obtuse pagan beliefs,
the egalitarian revolution of Christianity
and the old relics have merged.
It's our treasure.
Hey, Poma? Yes, yes.
What are you doing, praying?
Are you quite religious? Yes.
Well, me too.
I wanted to show you something, come.
Look at the crucifix I got.
Can you give it a kiss?
Oh, what the hell are you doing? [all] Oh!
Are you crazy? You're despicable, Leandri.
You're a piece of shit.
Don't blaspheme the Lord, don't you dare!
Stop!
Nothing is allowed in this submarine!
I was joking.
You shouldn't! He's right.
But how am I supposed to know he's a fanatic? Tell her things too, in Italian.
Tell me "I'm a bigoted fanatic", and I won't show it to you.
Calm down!
You throw this thing away now, understood?
But why throw it away? It's silver. Everyone calm down.
Come on, take it off. Come on. Oh.
I'll take it off, but I won't throw it away!
My God! God, you must forgive us!
What nonsense we're doing!
You must forgive us, you must...
Ouch, I broke my hand.
[Todaro] This chaos, wonderful and rotten...
is Italy.
Rina dear, be proud of our fight
and pass on this pride to our son.
And have patience if I can't deliver messages to you.
We only turn on the radio in extreme cases.
My back hurts, but I don't touch the morphine, even though I want to.
How much I want to.
I practice yoga when I'm sad
because I nostalgically think of Sottomarina, of Don Voltolina
who doesn't eat to feed someone who's hungrier than him.
So I cure the pain of distance with an even stronger pain.
I call Marcon and ask him to speak to me in dialect.
The honey of the home language cradles me.
I don't feel farther away anymore, but exactly there.
Eleven o'clock, Commander. Do you see it?
An eight-thousand, ten-thousand ton merchant ship.
Good, Morandi.
It's dark.
A cannon at the bow.
Listen. It's not visible.
You can't tell what flag it is. No, Commander.
It has a cannon.
It sails with lights off in a war zone. I'll sink it.
Dive? No. Battle stations.
Battle stations! Ten degrees left rudder!
Full power to the engines. Full power to the engines!
Lower the Breda! Hold the bow!
Raise the Breda!
Open! Unlock it!
Ready? It's armed!
Tore, why don't we go down and sink it with torpedoes?
Poma has a broken hand, he can't fire.
[explosion]
Lower the aim, one thousand meters! Come on!
Fire! Fire!
Closer!
Poma! Hey!
[screams of pain]
Poma!
Move!
Come on! Let's go!
[indistinct voices]
Two degrees left!
Come on, two degrees left!
One degree up!
Fire!
One thousand meters! Keep, maintain, maintain the aim!
Closing! Armed!
Go, go, go! Fire!
[indistinct screams]
[muffled voice] Commander!
Commander! Leave it to me, leave it to me!
Enemy cannon out of action!
[groans of pain]
[Todaro] Call three guys, have him taken downstairs.
No!
I saw the leg, Commander. Leave me here.
I want to see the enemy sink.
[groans of pain]
[Todaro] Lesen, come to course 0-9-0 and launch a 533 torpedo.
[Lesen] Coming to course 0-9-0 and launching a 533 torpedo.
You were right, Commander.
This boat is great.
It's a beautiful machine!
And this is a war of machines.
And peace, will be a peace made of machines.
One day machines will even think.
And reason.
They'll be better than men.
[Stiepovich] One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.
Missed target. Long shot!
Do I repeat with a 30-degree elevation? [Todaro] No.
Mulargia? [Mulargia] Yes!
Continue maneuvering to approach. Maneuvering to approach.
Sink it. Aye, aye!
[Stiepovich] They're Belgians, Commander.
Yes, and they should be neutral.
I'll point it out.
[explosion]
Maximum alert for any aerial threats.
Two men in the water! Approaching from the left, Commander!
[whistle]
Another three towards the bow!
[screams]
What do we do, Commander?
[pained groans]
Tore, the Nazis leave them at sea.
What do we do?
We pull them up.
Mancini, throw the line!
Nucifero, the lifeboat! Aye, aye.
[in French] Do you speak French?
I speak Italian.
Identify yourselves.
Third Officer Jacques Reclercq.
And what was the merchant ship called? Kabalo, Belgian flag.
Neutral in the war. And why did you shoot?
Do you also speak Italian?
[Speaks in Flemish]
Flemish.
How many lifeboats did you put in the water?
[Translates into Flemish]
[Speaks in Flemish] Two.
You know I can't take you on board?
[Translates into Flemish]
[Speaks in Flemish]
Provide them with comfort items.
Bring water, supplies, and blankets, move!
Do you have a compass and a sextant?
[Speaks in Flemish]
Yes. I'm leaving you water and supplies.
We're at 31 degrees and 80 north, 31 and 30 west.
[Translates into Flemish]
Where do you want to go?
[Translates into Flemish]
Madeira.
Maintain this course.
[Reclercq translates into Flemish]
Put them back on the lifeboat.
Let's go! Move!
[In Flemish]
Jacques!
Let go!
[Todaro] For submariners, there are no dedicated tombstones
or manufactured crosses.
To submariner Danilo Stiepovich...
lieutenant of the Italian navy, who died a hero,
we offer our inner mourning...
and a coral cross.
The same coral that another hero loved to fish,
seaman motorist Vincenzo Stumpo,
coral fisherman from Torre del Greco...
to whom we also send our heartfelt regards.
Attention!
[whistles]
[In Flemish]
Lieutenant Reclercq, translate for your compatriots.
[Reclercq translates into Flemish]
The survivors from the second lifeboat have been rescued
by a steamship with a Panamanian flag.
[Reclercq translates]
No other boats in the area are around!
[Reclercq translates]
Secure the lifeboat well with the ropes.
We'll tow you to the area of Santa Maria delle Azzorre.
[Reclercq translates]
Stay strong, and everything will be fine!
[Reclercq translates]
Thank you.
[screams]
[indistinct screams]
[coughing]
[laments]
[whistle]
[laments]
Listen to me well.
I know, many of you are not prepared for this.
It's okay to fire on the surface,
to risk your life against the enemy.
We enlisted with this idea of sacrifice.
But to expose ourselves to planes openly
to save strangers...
who under the guise of neutrality
were perhaps in service of the English.
Why?
[Todaro] It's not just about saving them,
it's about sacrificing ourselves
and pushing ourselves to the limit of human endurance.
to bring them ashore.
Lieutenant Reclercq, translate.
Everyone must be aware.
We are 300 miles from Santa Maria delle Azzorre
which is the nearest safe harbor to disembark the survivors.
[translates into Flemish]
[Todaro] Being overloaded…
we won't be able to maintain a speed greater than six, seven knots.
[translates]
So we'll have to endure this situation for about 48 hours.
I want to be very clear.
Taking on board the castaways from the Kabalo,
means breaking the rules that have been given to me.
Of this I am aware and I take responsibility.
[translates]
[Todaro] If upon return my decisions are not approved
are not appreciated, then remove me from command.
But here, now my decision is made and it is irremovable.
We sink the enemy iron, without mercy, without fear.
But the man we save.
[translates]
[Todaro] If you can manage through all these bodies, Gigino,
distribute some cognac to those who need it.
Take it to the black guy, the one with the burned face. Go, go.
[Todaro] The three wounded will remain in the officer's quarters, where they are now.
Three of us will assist them.
I will share my cabin with Commander Vogels.
The same will Captain Fraternale with Lieutenant Reclercq.
Some may be very uncomfortable
in the boatswain's storage.
Three, even more uncomfortable, in the latrine.
Five in the kitchen, standing, by force.
But the others who remain…
will have to stay in the turret,
because there is no other place.
The place is atrocious, it fills with water…
even sailing on the surface, but there's no other way.
With the help of Commander Vogels,
rotations of three hours will be arranged
to evenly distribute the sacrifice.
It must be clear that, in the event of enemy attack,
the boat must submerge, to protect the crew.
If this were to happen,
there will be no chance of survival in the turret.
The words with which…
I want to conclude this communication of mine
are not mine, but those of the Japanese Emperor Mutsuhito.
He spoke them at the beginning of the Russo-Japanese War of 1904.
"May life continue normally.
Let everyone do what they must."
That's all.
The Japanese won that war.
Did you hear the Commander? Something to do!
Selvaggio, wash up!
I hope you're not offended.
And especially that you're alive.
I noticed, when you came on board, that you didn't have any.
Thank you, but aren't they yours? I have others.
Thank you very much, Commander. You're welcome.
Do you speak languages other than Italian?
Portuguese…
English, French,
Latin and ancient Greek.
Cigarette? No, thank you. I don't smoke.
Your parents must be proud of you.
Enough.
He doesn't like what I do. And do you?
By now, yes. That's what matters.
Yes, Commander.
Do you speak other languages?
French…
and German out of necessity.
[in Flemish]
Oh! Oh, oh!
What the hell are you doing? Bastard!
Piece of shit, what are you doing?
What's going on, Commander?
[distant shouting]
To arms, Commander! To arms!
[groans]
Have they caused serious trouble?
Fascist.
What did you say? "Fascist?"
I am a man of the sea!
Each of you, Italians or Belgians,
will slap these shameful men
who have jeopardized our lives.
[coughs]
We won't kill them, nor throw them overboard.
We'll slap them.
You start.
[in Flemish]
[pained groans]
[Todaro] Dearest Rina…
I softened up and took pity.
After Stumpo and Stiepovich,
I had no desire to leave more bodies at sea.
I gave them the punishment of fathers.
So many slaps that, if they survive,
compared to that, the memory of the shipwreck will be sweet.
It's daytime, Tore.
We need to go down.
If we dive, those in the tower will drown like rats.
And if we don't dive, the English...
will sink us.
I don't recognize you.
We're at war.
Down there. They're English.
[explosion]
We have to dive.
Reduce to three knots. For the love of God, let's dive!
No, let's wait. Keep the course.
No. They'll let us pass.
Leave it to me.
Commander Salvatore Todaro from the submarine Cappellini.
Italian Royal Navy.
They understand perfectly.
[explosions]
You never know.
We are transporting the 26 survivors of the steamship Kabalo
that we sank three days ago
at position 31 degrees and 80 north, 31 and 36 west.
We request clearance to be able to disembark them in a safe harbor.
[in English]
I'll take care of it, Commander.
What are you doing, Mulargia? I understand you, I just want to help!
I'll sting them good, so at least we can survive.
You can survive, you have a family. Mulargia!
I've decorated you. You don't have to call me "you," but "tu."
[in English]
[Todaro] Dearest Rina, today is an auspicious day,
because there is a barbaric heroism
and there is another in front of which the soul begins to weep.
The sailor who wins is never so great
as when he bows before the defeated sailor.
Today, we and our enemies, together…
we have been saved.
[Gigino] You've never eaten them, eh? No.
It's very simple, put some oil in the pan to fry.
Garlic. Yes, put capers, olives... Gigino?
Is there almost nothing left? Little, Commander.
Reclercq, what do you eat in Belgium?
[Speaking in Flemish]
Fried potatoes.
What do you eat that's good? What's the national dish?
Our national dish is fried potatoes.
But fried how?
Fried.
Fried. In the pan.
Did you hear? Yes, sir.
Do you know about it? No, never heard.
Sure?
I know roasted potatoes, baked, stewed, in ash,
à la lyonnaise, in a bowl, but fried…
I swear on my mom, never heard of it.
Are they good?
Good? They're fantastic.
And where did you learn it? We made them ourselves. Invented.
Can you believe it? It seems strange.
What?
[Speaking in Flemish]
Is there any lard left for frying?
Yes, sir. Show it.
That's the lard! Show it to him.
Yes. Raimondi…
[Speaking in Flemish]
This is it. We have this here. Is it good?
[Speaking in Flemish]
[grunts]
Okay. It's pork fat, we fry them in beef fat.
Ah, sorry. [Speaking in Flemish]
But it's okay. Okay?
Then you will teach our cook how to make fries the Belgian way.
[Speaking in Flemish]
Yes, it's easy. I'll show you. Give me a knife and a potato.
Hey, Raimondi. Potato and knife to the gentleman.
Here you go. Thank you.
[Speaking in Flemish]
But this one doesn't cut.
Can I?
Yes, cut, cut. Go ahead. Thank you.
[Speaking in Flemish]
He's cutting.
Commander, but up to here… eh.
[Speaking in Flemish]
He knows how to do it better.
[Vogels speaks in Flemish]
He's showing how to cut. Yes.
[Speaking in Flemish]
Fried. Fried.
Here...
Good. The fried potatoes.
You've outdone yourself. They're good.
They're really good. Really good.
How good they are. Good.
Bravo, Gigino. I didn't expect it.
Bravo, Gigino. [Gigino laughs]
Bravo. Hey!
Bravo. Bravo.
Raimondi.
Gigi, can you play us a song?
A song! Commander.
Do you mind? Please.
Go ahead, Giggi.
[plays "'O surdato 'nnamurato"]
♪ You're sure of this love ♪
♪ As I am sure of you... ♪
♪ Oh, my life ♪
♪ Oh, heart of this heart ♪
♪ You were the first love ♪
♪ And the first and the last For me! ♪
♪ Oh, my life, oh, my life ♪
♪ Oh, heart of this heart ♪
♪ You were the first love ♪
♪ And the first and the last For me... ♪
Well done, Gigino!
[in unison] Gigino, Gigino, Gigino!
Bravo!
Bravo, Giggi!
Tore.
It'll be a girl, Vittorio.
I'll call her Marina.
I won't see her.
And you'll take care of her.
Do you have children, Reclercq? No, I have no children.
Then have some. Have many.
I don't know how to thank you.
There is a way. Tell me.
What's written there?
Do you know which text it's from? No.
It could be the Iliad.
What does it say?
It's a genealogy, there are many in the Iliad.
Could you translate it?
It says: "There lived Sisyphus, the craftiest of men.
Sisyphus, son of Aeolus, who had Glaucus as his son...
who in turn fathered Bellerophon.
Perfect, without blemish."
Is that it?
That's it.
[speaking in Flemish]
We were carrying English aircraft.
Certainly.
Go on.
[speaking in Flemish]
You know, in your place, I would have left you at sea.
It's war.
[speaking in Flemish]
Why did you save us?
Because we are Italians.
[speaking in Flemish]
I have four children. Tell me your name
so the children will pray for those who saved their father.
Tell them to pray for Uncle Salvatore.
[Reclercq translates]
Salvatore. Thank you.
[Todaro] We are ready to set sail, dearest Rina.
I am ready again
to strike and sink all the enemies I encounter on my path...
and to become again
invincible...
invulnerable,
when I save their lives.
Amen.
[Todaro] This is how it has always been done at sea.
And this is how it will always be done.
And those who don't do it
will be cursed.
[plays "Un'ora sola ti vorrei"]
[Gigino] Venetian liver, creamed cod,
sardines in saor, bigoli with anchovies.
Boiled spider crab, fish stew, rice and peas,
stuffed duck, castrated lamb, polenta with mushrooms.
Vegetable broth, chicken, hen,
capon, meat broth.
Boiled meat, meat reboiled French style, picchiapò,
tripe tied with eggs, military-style liver,
castrated lamb Financière, sweetbreads in bottle.
Coraletta, buttered trotter, tongue in salmì.
Semolina pudding, giblet rice pudding,
rice, potato, and mussel casserole, rice sartù,
tomatoes with rice, rice arancini, supplì,
stuffed pasta, meatloaf, cod meatloaf.
Cilento-style hard-boiled eggs, stuffed, stuffed pigeon.
Pigeon timbale, chicken fricassee.
Chicken marsala, peasant-style,
in egg sauce, deboned,
stewed, peppery, sauce, fricandò,
black pudding, polenta with sausages.
Macaroni frittata, shrimp frittata,
frittata in all ways.
Frog risotto, mussel risotto,
telline risotto, mushroom risotto, pea risotto, Milanese-style.
Tagliatelle with prosciutto ragù.
Pasta and beans, pasta and chickpeas, pasta and potatoes.
Pasta and potatoes with provolone, pasta amatriciana,
pasta alla gricia, pasta with garlic and oil.
The cookies, the peppery mussels.
The cacciucco, the fish soup, the soup with mackerel broth.
The bread and egg soup, Queen, Spanish,
stuffed, with lentils, with frogs, the snail soup.
The cardoon soup, the sautéed soup,
the pancotto, the farinata, the bread soup.
The ribollita with black cabbage, the minestrone in all ways.
The Israeli couscous, the milk soup,
the Mille Fanti soup, the married soup,
the chicory soup and scarorella, with ricotta.
The semolina soup, with breadcrumbs, the bagnacauda.
The veal stew, the vitel tonnè,
the capon in bladder,
the zucchini scapece, the stuffed zucchini.
The broad beans and chicory, the friarielli, the green beans with béchamel.
The boiled beans, alla uccelletto.
Baked cardoons, sweet and sour small onions, stuffed celery.
Artichokes a funghetto, mushrooms in sauce.
Oil-preserved mushrooms, mushrooms in all ways.
Potatoes in all ways, spinach, asparagus,
turnip greens, broccoli, cabbage.
Russian salad, fish with breadcrumbs, stewed,
cod Palermo-style.
Fried mullet, sole with wine, red mullet with prosciutto, alla marinara.
Baked red mullet.
Red mullet Livorno-style. Tuna in all ways.
Marinated anchovies, fried anchovies,
anchovies in orange sauce, stuffed sardines.
Octopus and potato salad, baby octopus Luciana-style.
Moray eel Caprese-style,
stewed eel, eel in all ways.
Roasted eel, red mullet in acquapazza.
Cod mousse.
Cornet and dried cod, dried cod with olives,
mock fish.
English roast beef.
Genoese-style beef.
Buffalo pizzaiola Eboli-style.
Rabbit Ischia-style, kidneys à la Parisienne.
Florentine-style roast loin, Tuscan-style pork liver.
Cabbage pot, scagliozzi.
Fried pizza, and focaccias in all ways.
Donuts, "donzelle," crescentine.
Castagnole, rum baba.
Sfogliatelle, struffoli, zeppole, scauratielli.
Cream puffs, Saint Anthony's cream puffs,
Saint Joseph's cream puffs.
Cartellate with honey,
cartellate with grape must, krapfen, strudel.
Rococo, biscuits in all ways.
Caprese cake, Milanese cake.
Almond and chocolate cake, Mont Blanc, puddings…
in all ways.
Pudding.
Baked fresh figs, whipped cream.
Milk standing up or Portuguese-style,
brûlée milk, brûlée wine, visciola soup.
Visciola compote, apricot, pear,
quince, dried fig preserve,
jellies.
Pepper stew, eggplant parmigiana.
Eggplant in all ways.
Bread fritters, apple, rice, polenta fritters.
Spaghetti with clams, with mussels,
with small hake, with anchovies, with cuttlefish, in salad
pappardelle with hare.
Potato gnocchi, polenta gnocchi, semolina gnocchi.
Ziti Sangiovanniello-style.
Potato cavatelli, fusilli with Veluozzi.
Macaroni with tomato sauce, macaroni pie.
Stewed macaroni, with ragù, Sicilian-style, Bolognese-style,
French-style, macaroni in all ways.