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I know You shed tears.
I know You continue to shed tears every day
because of man's ingratitude.
You choose souls,
and despite my unworthiness, You've chosen me...
to help You.
And the more these souls suffer
without the slightest consolation,
the more Your sufferings are alleviated...
in this consists all of my joy.
I know You'll give me what I need,
I know You will not refuse it.
I need courage.
I know You will provide.
Padre!
I'm Pio.
Father.
Franco, Franco, my husband?
Giulio?
Salvato? Giulio?
I don't know.
Oreste!
I'm still a man.
I'm back.
Viva l'Italia, viva l'Italia.
Vincenzo, put him in a chair, help him.
- I'm back. I'm back. - Uncle.
- Ciao, Elvira. - Uncle.
Look at you! My baby!
Look at you, your uncle is back.
Mom, mom. Mom.
San Giovanni Rotondo welcomes home
his brave and courageous soldiers.
- Viva l'Italia, viva l'Italia!
My husband?
I don't know, sorry.
Anna. Anna.
Look at you.
Angelo, this is the list of the dead.
Saponaro Nunzio?
I cannot read.
"I regret to inform you that your son, Saponaro Nunzio,
died from wounds sustained on 26th October while fighting on the Carso."
We have already lost one son on the Carso.
Your excellency, my husband?
What is your husband's name?
Giulio. Giulio Leogrande.
Hopefully, he will be back with the next group. Who knows?
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Cheers, yeah, cheers.
Look, instead of my eye.
We won!
Wine, man, wine. Viva l'Italia!
- Viva l'Italia! - Yeah!
Yeah!
Un brindisi.
- Sì! - Sì!
Yeah!
The sorrows for Italy and for the world
- is not finished.
Every people is still suffering of that
and every families are in grief or big sorrow.
It's terrible.
The king...
Uh...
Some intellectuals, some interested in the...
in the armies, militaries...
Uh...
Have convinced other people to make war or compel them
And the majority of Italians...
do not want war.
Christ...
offered Himself,
with His body,
with His flesh to the Father,
in similar way we offer of our self,
our bodies,
our flesh
to God
in, uh, union with Christ.
Sometimes this is suffering, sometimes not,
but the suffering in union with Christ
is a door to the Heaven.
This em-- suffering lived alone
is a door to Hell.
So...
you managed to avoid going to war.
You tried so hard
and you finally succeeded.
I'm ill.
If I wasn't, I'd be there.
You are no more than a whimsical child crying for his mother.
My mother is the Madonna.
Liar.
The letters you wrote to your devoted followers,
that's what get you out of your military service.
No.
Is that your little Madonna?
Tell me, where you weeping when you wrote this?
Was your hand quivering?
"I also must ask you a favor.
I would very much like for you to write to Donna Giovina Cevera
in order for her to put in a good word
with these butcher superiors."
"Butchers"?
Those officers were doing their duty. No more, no less.
And to you they are butchers?
I'm not scared of you.
I'm protected by the blood of Christ.
- You're a coward. - No.
- You're a little boy. - No.
No courage.
You ask others to have courage.
A coward.
- A piss-drenched coward. - No.
Let's talk about a real coward.
Let's talk about the trust, the few that loved you,
and the trust you fucking abused,
the fucking countless women you fucking had,
- your narcissistic... - No...No.
- ...way with-- - No.
- But here's where it gets better. - Shh!
You stop now, you stop now.
- In a few months-- - You say "Christ is Lord."
You say "Christ is Lord."
- In a few-- - You say "Christ is Lord!"
Christ is Lord! You say "Christ is Lord!"
You say it! Say it!
Say "Christ is Lord!"
Christ is Lord! You say "Christ is Lord!"
The primary source of all human oppression and exploitation
is individual property.
Oppression, you know what it is?
Oppression means cruel and unjust treatment.
It's what happened to you.
You work hard every day, right?
You work all day or not?
Do you ever stop?
This is not right, this is not fair.
Exploitation means that you're not the one
who takes the benefit from your work.
"In nature, everything is transformed.
Nothing is created and nothing is destroyed.
Following this natural law
that wants transformation
is the struggle for existence and the revolution."
Nature is a cycle of constant change.
The way Spring arrives after Winter,
or the way...
the calf grows into the milk-giving cow.
You know that, right?
That's what I'm saying.
We need change.
Change is a natural law.
The land and everything it gives us
belongs to everybody.
- Yes. - And one family can't control
- San Giovanni Rotondo. - Yeah, that's true.
Yeah, that's true.
What is he talking about?
He's talking about how we can get control of our lives.
I'm talking about freedom.
To have freedom, we must stop the exploitation by the masters.
Exploitation?
You spent your life in school.
- What are you saying?
You are an Alberizzi,
you're part of a landowner family.
- Calm. - That's true.
How was life in Bologna while we fought to protect you?
Is this not a contradiction?
You want to talk about contradictions?
You won right?
But what did you win?
This war led to nothing. Our sacrifices led to nothing.
Where's your husband?
She doesn't know.
Bring me a candle.
If a candle gives you light,
do not curse the candle.
Welcome, comrade. Welcome back.
How's everyone?
Please.
Please, have a seat.
Have a seat.
I introduce you to Luigi.
He's our young, radical comrade.
Pleasure.
My pleasure.
Now, in San Giovanni,
they say that I'm a revolutionary,
a fire starter, it's true.
But it's consciences I want to set fire to.
Yes, but let's focus on winning the elections now.
We need to speak of winning votes.
Do you think Lenin and Trotsky cared about elections?
Socialism is a process.
So, comrades...
You must be careful how you interpret
the great Russian revolution.
The world is not transformed
by following the plans that a prophet writes on paper
or preaches to the masses.
Their socialism is not ours.
Social revolution...
is not the creation
of one man's will.
Lenin is neither a leader nor a prophet.
He's a politician.
So...comrades,
we will not take power with violence,
but with the consent of the masses.
We put our flag in good hands
and we win.
- Raised high...
...for-- for all to see.
- Yeah.
What's going on?
Look at me.
We're not interested in people like you in my town.
Do you understand me?
Now leave and don't come back.
Get him in the car.
Let's go to the car, come on.
- Get out of here, asshole.
Get out of here, asshole.
Go.
Don't come back.
My dearest Father Benedetto...
If I could fly,
I'd like to shout.
I'd like to cry out to everyone at the top of my voice.
Love Jesus.
Love him who's so deserving of love.
But alas, my dear Father,
my soul is still strongly bound to the body
and many are the sins which impede the flight of my soul.
If you could pray that the Lord might be pleased
to shorten my exile,
and explain to me the origin of this blind desire I have
to depart from this life,
I'd appreciate it.
My sins are many and they ought to check my blind passion.
I ponder over them, yet,
I feel more and more attracted
by the desire to take flight from this world.
Do you recognize this?
Is this the work of the ogre?
Please keep me continually warned.
These used to belong to that poor little girl.
Her mother asked me to repair them.
She won't be needing them anymore.
And what was her fault? To be born poor?
In the gospel it is written
that it will be very difficult for a rich man
to enter the Kingdom of Heaven,
while Marx said so too, in his own way.
You're talking about the Kingdom of Heaven,
but here we live in hell.
I walk alone among them,
in front of their ailments,
their cries, their problems,
most unsolvable.
Here we need water, we need a hospital.
The little kid died because I could not get the medicine
I needed to save her.
We need to change things.
But we, the socialists, are divided.
We are against each other.
Luigi wants to talk about the brotherhood of the workers,
but here we only have the unemployed.
And most of them can neither read or write.
I know it is hard.
We are divided,
but you do not despair,
because whoever is not with you
is not necessarily against you.
Call them friends,
if not brothers.
And remember the words of the poor carpenter
when he said, "There is no greater love than this,
to give one's life for one's friends."
Friends, huh...
Even shoes are divided according to their social class.
I feel that sometimes
when I'm in the midst of prayer
that I'm just...
that I feel alone like I'm...
I feel not alone like lonely,
but alone like the Lord has abandoned me,
and I'm essentially talking to myself.
Do you feel in darkness?
Yes, tremendous.
Do you feel abandoned?
Yes.
And scared and baffled and confused and...
and like I'm sinning but I don't--
I don't know if I'm sinning or not,
because it feels like a sin to the question these things,
it feels like a sin to be angry with the Lord.
And I'm angry a lot.
I feel angry a lot.
- You know? - I can tell you,
the Lord hasn't abandoned you.
He's with you even in the midst of darkness.
You have to keep your purer life,
and receiving the sacraments.
It's the way, it's the only way
to be able to stay in the right road.
Without the Lord, you can't do anything.
I know.
The war...
took our two sons away from us.
They were both young.
We cannot find a reason to live anymore.
But if God wanted this,
even Him,
why does He want to keep us alive?
- To torment us? - No, no.
War is a terrible thing, Francesco.
And your pain is real, yes.
Do not let Satan take advantage of your suffering.
Do you understand?
Blessed is the man who endures the trial, Francesco.
When I was young,
my mother would do embroidery at home,
yes, sitting in a chair.
And, uh, I, sitting in a stool, looked up at the work...
but I would only see it from upside down.
I'd see the knots and the confused threads,
and I'd say to my mother, "What are you doing?
What is this?
Why is it so ugly?"
And my mother, she would lower the frame,
and she would show me the good side of the work,
and I would see all of the colors
were in the right place
and the pattern was beautiful,
precise.
I, like you now, can only see
the work from upside down
'cause I was sitting in a short stool, Francesco.
If you lift your spirit up in prayer,
the Lord will show you the design He has for you.
Calm.
Stay calm.
What are you guys doing?
We are we working the land that you keep abandoned.
They need it to eat.
So if you're not using it, we have the right to.
Socialism alone will be enough
to create the most perfect balance
between men, order, and peace,
because human beings, in their free development,
will understand that no man can be truly free and happy
- if not in the respect of all humanity. - What are you guys looking at?
Huh? Leave my land now!
Get out of here!
Leave now!
I'm gonna kill you all!
- Do you hear me? All!
- Get out of here!
Luigi, run!
- Run! Run! - Go!
Okay? All of you, guys, this is my land!
Hey, Luigi, if you ever come back here, I shoot you!
Listen.
Have the courage to do what you hear.
Come on, come on.
Work, work.
How about your man?
Any news from him?
Go and talk with some other woman,
I have a husband.
I go! I go!
I go!
I go! I go!
Salvatore! Salvatore!
- Salvatore! - Salvatore!
Salvatore!
Fast, fast!
- What happened? Salvatore!
Salvato!
A doctor!
What are you doing? Go back to work, come on.
Vincenzo, don't let anyone in.
Doctor's coming, get out.
Out!
Poor man, he made it through the war.
Tell them he's still alive.
What?
You go out, you tell them he's still alive,
or else things are gonna get ugly here.
I'll have no part in this. This man is dead!
I don't care, you tell them he's still alive,
that we need to take him to the hospital, okay?
I will not.
- No? - No.
So if anybody gets hurt it's on you, okay?
Everything is going to be alright, okay?
Now go back to work.
I'm not going anywhere.
I will wait here.
What are you saying? Go to work or you go back home.
Come on, go to work.
Look how good you are serving your boss.
It's the slave labor that made him sick.
Go.
It's the slave labor that made him sick.
What are you doing?
Go back to work or I'll send you off,
and I'm not paying you.
Go back to work. Go!
Come on!
- I'm going home. Fuck your pay. - Yeah, go home.
...the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
- Holy Mary, Mother of God...
...pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
...full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
That's the effect of the poison gas from the war.
He never should have been working.
What was he going to do? Starve?
So let's not let him die in vain. Hm?
Hi, Francesco.
- Hi. - How are you?
- Mm. - You gotta be strong, eh?
- Thank you. - You have to be strong.
Listen. Have you registered?
N-no, not yet.
You need to vote, brother. You need to vote.
It's our opportunity here. We have to stick together.
- Hm? - I will.
You already registered right?
Yeah, we already done, brother.
That's not the point.
You still talking about elections?
- Yeah. What do you think? - It is important.
It's our opportunity to act together.
It's time we start doing to them what they have been doing to us.
The two of you can't come in here.
Who says so?
We do. The socialists.
We're all from the same village.
Tell your friend to be ashamed.
Tell him he's so friendly with his masters
that now he has become their lap dog.
That's enough now! Hey!
Pay some respect for the dead!
They have no respect for the living.
And you have no respect for those who fought for their country.
You mean for your masters, right?
Some raw deal you got.
You're gonna pay for that.
I'll be waiting for you.
Don Anselmo, I wanna show you a thing.
You know, this is custom-made by my family.
My grandfather gave it to me, I'm gonna give it to my son.
It's a family tradition, you know?
Hold it, it's a beautiful gun, beautiful.
I know you like hunting.
Why don't you come hunt with us one day?
- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.
- For you, Father. - Here.
- Thank you. - Give it to me.
- Elvira. - Yeah?
- Give him the money. - Oh, okay.
Father,
we want to give you a little something for the parish.
- Next to my heart.
- Bruno. - Gerardo.
Let's go upstairs.
He's a friend of mine, Bruno Bevere.
My mom, my aunt.
- Elvira is, uh... - Hi.
She's Renato's wife.
- Uh... - Good.
A friend is here.
- Good evening, Renato. - Bruno.
- Father.
Join us, take a seat, Bruno.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
May I offer you something to drink?
Mm-hmm.
So, I was talking with Don Anselmo.
We were making final plans about the election.
I'm sure I will win. I mean, I have no doubt about it.
But you know, if the other side just...
If they create a riot, or if they--
if they, like, manipulate the actual voting,
that--that could be a problem.
That's why I am here.
I've been away at the front for so long.
You know, I fought for two years
and then I come back here, you know,
and I have to worry about all this.
The election.
I mean, this is insane.
These people, they've been working for us
forever, you know,
and now you're expecting them to vote.
I just-- you know, I don't get it.
They have no rights.
I mean, these people are, you know,
- nothing. - It's the first free election
we have in our country.
- Hmm. - You fought for it.
Appreciate it.
- Hey. - Who's there?
What's happening?
Come in here, come.
Michele, I want to kill him!
What's happening?
I should have killed them all.
Luigi Fiore said he will kill all of us.
Our cousin, Luigi.
We send this little punk to university
and he comes back with those ideas, huh?
Didn't they teach him this is Italy, not Russia?
Luigi Fiore and who else?
Who else?
And, uh...
Michele Russo.
Angelo Rinaldi, the doctor,
he cannot control them, he's too weak.
Two decorated for valor, you and you.
One wounded in war.
And now you,
the respectable people of this village
must be subjected to this.
These socialists need a lesson
about life and death,
but they don't believe, so...
they won't need a priest.
Otherwise,
they will end up preventing you from baptizing your children,
abusing your women.
They will kill the priests,
and use churches for barns.
There's someone out there!
Get down, get down. Move, move!
Diana.
- Get down, get down.
Stay back, stay back.
The weapons.
Bless me father for I've sinned.
My last confession was 160 days ago.
Since then...
I've been feeling a lot of anger,
especially toward my son.
I shout at him.
He doesn't listen to me.
He reminds me
of my mother
who died a year ago.
I still hold a lot of resentment against her.
Lately...
I've been observing my...
my daughter...
as she washes herself.
Her body's changing.
Her nipples are changing their color.
I look at her body,
I feel aroused.
- No. - I can't help it.
- I, uh, I don't know how to-- - No.
You have a darkness in your heart.
It manifests itself as evil.
Evil you perpetuate on your family with
no apologies, no...
There's no contrition in anything you have to say,
you relish in it.
It's unacceptable.
I would assign as penance for your mother and your son
that you fast on bread and water for the next week.
You say three Hail Mary's and three Our Father's
everyday for the next month.
As for your daughter, there is no penance that's adequate.
Be grateful I'm not God.
I'm just a friar who prays.
It's beyond me.
This is beyond me.
I would bar you from communion until the last rites,
save for Christ's compassion.
Go to God.
Don't come to me, go to God.
God cannot help me.
God can help you.
God is capable of pulling the highest good out of the worst tragedy.
God can help you.
Go to God.
I think God doesn't exist.
Why?
If you continue behaving the way you're behaving,
you're going to hell, you understand that?
You understand that?
I don't know if there's hell.
You don't know if there's hell?
- No. - You will when you get there.
Get up and get out. Get up.
Get out.
- I have a question for you. - Shh! Shut the fuck up!
Say "Christ is Lord."
Say it, you say "Christ is Lord!"
Get out! Get out!
Please, God,
please bring our Papa home
to be healthy, safe, and alive.
Where are we going?
We're going to the elections.
What means elections?
That's a good question.
Elections are a game, a game we need to win, Diana.
- You see? - A game?
We're gonna vote over there.
- I'll see you later. - Alright.
Okay.
Thank you.
Put the cross by the hammer and sickle.
Yeah, it is easy. Put the cross...
You gotta put the cross by the hammer and sickle.
By the hammer and sickle.
I've split them apart
and I'm keeping them for myself.
There's your glory for you.
Stay in your place.
Do not compete with me
for things you cannot make a claim to.
The last five years of misery
will be nothing to what is to come.
A hundred million dead, that sounds right, yes?
Amen.
The election was a fraud, we won the votes.
We were robbed!
Fuck all those guys!
My brother is the mayor.
We were robbed.
That red flag will never be raised next to the tricolor.
You got it? Come on.
Vincenzo, you know what you're going to do?
You tell them anyone who supported the other side,
they no longer have a job.
Okay? I don't wanna see them ever again.
Giuseppe.
Help me!
Help! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Help me!
You are a socialist now?
What are you doing here?
To tell you're fired. They don't want you anymore.
And how I'm gonna feed my children?
Let the socialist feed them.
Fine.
Fine?
My husband is gonna come back.
He will take care of us.
Your husband is dead.
He's not coming back.
How you know?
I saw him.
I've loved you my whole life.
I was born four times.
The first,
from my mother.
The second, when I received baptism.
The third, when I entered this order.
And the fourth,
when the Lord came to visit me.
And since that visitation, Father...
this desire
has been growing continually in my heart.
It is now what I would call a strong passion.
I have in fact
made this offering to the Lord many times...
by seeking Him to pour out upon me all the punishments
for all the sinners and all the souls in a state of purgation.
Even increasing them
upon me a hundred-fold,
so long as He quickly admits to Paradise,
all the sinners and all the souls in purgatory.
But I should now,
formally,
might to make this offering
to the Lord in obedience to You.
This is my purpose.
And more than that it seems to me
that Jesus really wants this.
I'm sure You have no difficulty in granting me this permission.
Please bless me, Father, and pray for me also.
Your friend, your brother,
Pio.
- We won! We won! - We won! We won!
Today is our day! Today is our day!
For reason of public safety,
you must postpone this ceremony.
- What? - It's a prefect's order.
You're not the mayor, Angelo.
The vote wasn't valid. I won.
Get out of here! Go back home.
What did he say?
They want to postpone the ceremony.
But it is our right, we won.
Who ordered them to do so?
It's an order from the prefect.
I won't tell you again, just go home.
You go home, Gerardo, we stay. It's our building now.
I'm gonna get the flag and stick it into your ass, you hear me?
- Out! - Fuck you, Gerardo!
- You go! You go! - Fuck you! We won! It's our right. Right?
Fix the bayonets.
We won! We won!
- Back off!
We won! It's our right!
Okay, guys, okay, it's better to go home.
It's too dangerous, okay? We return another time, okay?
Prepare to fire!
Let's move, come on. Let's go, let's go.
- No, no. - Come on.
- What-- No! No! - We return another time, guys.
We return another time, guys. We return another time.
- No, we won't go. - We're not going.
- Leave! Get the fuck off! - We won't go!
- Leave! - You fucking bitch!
You don't talk to me like that!
- We won!
Open the door! Open!
Get out! Get out!
- Get out! - Fire!
Fire!