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What are you doing here?
Get out! This is my house!
You speak English?
Do you want to ruin me?
Go! Go, or I will call the police!
We - We no enemies!
You are English, aren't you?
You can only make trouble for me!
Please, Signore... you must help us...
What do you take me for? I have to protect myself.
We... yesterday... railroad...
We thought... goodbye, Italy, but then...
We - We very hungry.
My wife! She must not know you are here.
I'll bring food. Then you must go. Understand?
What are you carting today?
Wheat, why?
Hey! Are you asleep? Stop!
Why? You know me.
Good morning, Alfredo!
Don't be foolish, children, let me through.
I am traveling for the State and I am late already.
Shut up and pay attention! What have you to declare?
Sugar... eggs... macaroni... rice...
...coffe... tea... and roast chickens.
The whole black market... legal and illegal!
Inspect each bag!
Hands off my sacks!
Read this... if you can read.
What does it say there? State Mills, it says.
Would you have the courage to touch Government property?
You dare suspect that the bags contain contraband?
My poor friend! Suppose I should report you...
...and accuse you of mistrusting a Government official.
You would get at least five years hard labor!
But I am too good-natured...
Why didn't you speak up before?
Did I or didn't I say that I was working for the State?
All right, let him go.
What did you think I had in my cart? Englishmen, perhaps?
If you want to see Englishmen... go to Calabria!
There you will find as many as you wish!
Run for it.
Don't be afraid.
Are you English?
Yes... and it is too bad I don't talk much Italian.
I learned only a few words at camp.
"How are you?" "It is warm today." "Cigarettes." "To eat, to eat."
And... "pretty girl".
You speak Italian very well.
There, other shore... Switzerland?
Oh, no, much further.
And it is dangerous.
Something always happens. You understand?
Dangerous... many soldiers.
We will go only at night.
They have many boats... they patrol about 10 o'clock.
Calabria is too far away... there is only Switzerland.
Switzerland... that is a lucky country.
War is so horrible... But my father hopes for peace soon.
Someday I want to come back to Italy.
Hey, Johnny! Come back! Come back!
Ar... mis... tice!
Isn't this risky?
Oh, no! Allied prisoners are in town celebrating.
They are crazy with joy! The War has ended!
What happened?
Wait here.
Uncle! Come down quickly!
Englishmen? You crazy? The Germans are here!
You have to help them!
Easy... first they need civilian clothes.
Have you some old suits for them?
You two wait here.
Don't try to cross the lake!
You must reach Switzerland through the mountains.
Get to the railroad!
With luck, you may find a freight car to hide in.
Let me through! Let me go with my husband!
No, no, don't! What you are doing won't help us any.
We are escaped prisoners.
English?
I am. He is American.
Where do you want to go?
Switzerland.
Let them go... they are all right.
Is the frontier open?
Yes, hurry. The Germans may patrol here any moment.
Be careful in town. You may endanger our people.
Can I help you?
We are looking... My friend... and I...
Perhaps you prefer to speak French?
You are English?
And my friend is American.
We didn't know where to go, so we came here.
You did well.
But... we are not Catholics.
That doesn't matter.
They said we could reach Switzerland this way. True?
But you are not the only ones who want to get there.
Every day there are more fugitives.
There is nothing to fear.
In any case, you can't go any further tonight.
It will do you good to rest... you look exhausted.
We are very tired, but by tomorrow we will be all right.
I shall do my best for you.
I have another guest... an interesting one.
You have returned. What happened?
A terrible snow storm in the mountains forced us back.
Where is Giuseppe?
At the Inn.
We are desperate! For Heaven's sake, help us!
Go to the Inn... You're soaked. I'll join you shortly.
I have an idea...
Come with me. I'll get you one who knows the way.
We must cross the street very quickly.
I am afraid we are giving you a lot of trouble.
Don't be afraid. We're here to help each other.
One must not magnify one's fears.
Much would not have happened if we had been less afraid.
I shall cross first.
Giuseppe! The Priest is here.
I understand how unpleasant this waiting is.
I know those mountains. People freeze to death there.
They don't realize the danger!
The Germans are getting closer, Father!
At any moment they may arrive here!
You are not the only one who is in danger.
But how much longer must we wait here?
Giuseppe, can you start out tomorrow?
Maybe, but I can't promise.
Now I am going back home to see my mother.
When the weather improves I'll come for these people.
There is somebody else who wants to join you.
A young Englishman who came to me with his friend.
This is Giuseppe. You can speak in English.
He lived in America once.
Giuseppe will tell you everything you need to know.
Must you take all with you?
We will leave behind what we can.
I collected these papers for thirty years, Father.
These papers are more important than my life.
DEVELOPMENT OF EUROPE'S MINORITY PROBLEM SINCE 1815
Go to sleep... I will mend your stockings when they dry.
After my prayers may I have a Zwieback?
Wait... don't run barefoot over the cold floor.
I will carry you piggyback.
They are staying here.
That would endanger the inn-keeper.
You will stay with me.
Meanwhile, I am going to get you something to eat.
When you get to the church, go upstairs.
You will find somebody there.
Go ahead... there is nothing to fear.
We were sent here... Does the Priest happen to be here?
I have a letter for you.
I believe you can stay here.
Careful, Father... that puddle.
Bad weather... bad times.
Those people at the Inn...
Your "proteges"... they haven't left yet, eh?
They are probably leaving tomorrow.
Oh, there is no rush. Right now they are not in danger.
Two new ones arrived tonight, didn't they?
Yes, a poor woman and her son.
A few days ago she lost her husband... he was deported.
She was on their list, too, but she was warned.
These stories make your blood boil.
They'll pay for their crimes sooner or later.
Tell me, it is Giuseppe who will guide them, isn't it?
Ah, Giuseppe knows his business.
You're kind to take these poor people's fate to heart.
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