The Illusion (L'abbaglio)

- Make yourself comfortable, Colonel. - Thank you.

I won't hide from you that I'm very happy to have you by my side.

This undertaking is perhaps the most risky of my life.

and I only want trustworthy people with me.

I am aware of all the gossip that is being said about you.

It is said that in Turkey you have become Muslim.

and that you fought under a false name.

It only happened once, actually.

My nom de guerre was Osman Bey.

My officers believe that you have taken on customs, habits, and thoughts from that country.

They consider you…

like an eccentric.

Why are they so angry with you?

- Because I'm not like them. - I mean, what are you like?

A free man at the service of freedom wherever it is necessary to defend it.

I'm here because I believe, like you, that the time has come.

to drive out those who hold the South and Italy hostage .

Yes, but the stakes are all in Sicily.

And the rumors coming from there are conflicting. What do you know about it?

I believe in Sicilians who speak little,

in those who are gnawed inside, they suffer.

It is a people who reveal themselves above all in silence,

in the words he doesn't say.

Good morning.

- Tricò Domenico? - Yes, sir.

- It was Antoninus Pius. - Tell us about your injured leg.

I was a child and I worked in a mill.

I turned the mill to draw water from the well.

One day I stopped because I was tired

and the master gave me a blow with an iron that crippled me forever.

But if I have to run, I run.

How did you get by?

I made do. A thousand jobs. I even worked as a bomb disposal expert.

They called me for the fire games during the patronal festivals,

then one day everything went up in flames and they blamed me,

but what did I have to do with it?

And I ran away to the continent.

And I did other little jobs always during the patronal festivals.

- Why do you want to go back to Sicily? - Colonel, are you asking me too?

To free her from these cuckolds.

Enlisted.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bless him.

Sorry, it came from the heart.

Ragusìn, do you know what they say around here?

"The best word is the one that is left unsaid."

- Oh, yeah? - Yes.

For me, the opposite is true.

The word must be clear, like oil

otherwise you won't understand anything anymore.

Don't worry, I'll hold my tongue from now on.

Actually, forgive me.

All right.

Let's move on.

Come forward, young man.

You are Marchetti Bepin, eleven years old.

- and you'd like to join us. - Yes, Colonel.

But you realize you're just a child. Do you know what awaits you?

- I'm ready to do anything for Garibaldi. - Are you alone?

No, my father is here too. Marchetti Luigi.

Doctor and patriot.

You've already enlisted him.

Well.

Now I'm enlisting you too.

Thank you.

- Are you the last one? - I think so.

- Come on, then, what are you waiting for? Hurry up. - Here I am.

- You are Spitale Rosario. - To serve you.

It says here that you were born in Palermo. Why do you speak like that?

Colonel, I left that city years ago and live up here in the north.

But I was from Palermo.

If you were from Palermo, you still are and always will be.

Furthermore, you hereby declare that you have attended

- the Nunziatella military school. - Yes, of course.

I happen to know that school well.

I entered at nine and left at 19.

I also entered as a child, but I was forced to leave before my time.

- due to a family bereavement. - Your father?

An uncle of mine, a baron. The only one who could pay the tuition.

Who were your instructors? Was Crisanti still there?

- Here I am, Crisanti. A good person. - Yes?

- And Major Salerno? - He's also a delightful person.

No, you Crisanti and Salerno cannot have known them,

They both left long before I arrived.

- Maybe I'm wrong. - You're certainly wrong.

And tell me, do you still have any knowledge of the discipline of weapons and shooting?

- Something. - Enlisted.

- Enlisted? - Enlisted.

Thank you.

Don't make that face, Ragusìn. With what awaits us,

Even impostors can be useful to us.

I brought Victor Hugo's poems to read.

for the Palermo nights, if we ever get there.

We'll get there, for sure.

Garibaldi never lost a battle.

But aren't you afraid?

Fear? I don't know what it is.

And then, dying to free Sicily from the Bourbons, eh? And unite Italy...

That's what we want, right?

And what are you laughing at?

Last night I arrived when it was already late,

and when I entered I found an old man

who prayed with clasped hands and cursed…

Where are you going, what harm did the King of Naples do to you?

What did the Bourbons do to you? Go home, you bandits!

And I immediately took his hat.

and I made it disappear…

As.

There he is.

Stupid!

Long live Italy! Long live the King!

Long live Garibaldi! Long live Garibaldi!

Where is the General going?

To look for the ships that are supposed to take us to Sicily.

They should have been here already, but they're not. We're off to a good start.

- Long live Verdi! - Bravo!

Long live Verdi!

But you're really good.

It's luck.

Hey, idiot, you're not a magician, are you?

- What do you say? - Of course I do.

Here they are! Here they are!

Are we all here? Cheer up, it'll pass soon.

"Saveria of my heart,

God willing, I am on a ship that will take me to you.

The weather is awful

and the boys are all throwing up.

I can't stop thinking about you

and I can't wait to hug you again.

The thought of seeing you again

It gives me strength and courage."

That…

Do-me…

nothing.

Lie on your back and stay stretched out.

Please, drink little.

My name is Rosa, I'm a fighter too. I'm from Savoy.

and I am here because I too, like you, want a united and free Italy.

Belly up.

- What's a woman doing on a ship? - Idiot,

she is Crispi's wife.

So, we have the ball and the shell.

We insert and roll up.

- Huh? - Let's roll it up.

Let's pretend I taught you anyway.

When you feel the ball, close.

- Eh? - Up, up!

Guys, when someone closes, they close. The word itself says it.

Crush…

Let's take this out and fill it up.

A…

Excuse me.

I was looking for Domenico Tricò. Lieutenant Ragusìn sent me.

Come forward.

Nail?

Look, I understood that you are Sicilian.

Take those bags and bring them here.

- Do I have to take them alone? - Yes, only you!

After the powder we close above.

Let's wrap it up nice and tight...

A kiss to the Bourbons.

Baroncino, look, you have to carry them on your shoulders.

And bring them here. Hurry.

Who.

With this one instead we make cannonballs for the Bourbons.

Pam!

What are you scared of? Are you Bourbon?

Colonel, we're bogged down.

We're here! We're here!

Let's go.

Here it is!

Marsala!

- Is it Marsala? - Yes, it's Marsala.

- Here they are! - Long live Garibaldi!

Dai! Dai!

Down!

Why are you stopping? We need to move the cannons to safety near the walls!

Get up, let's go! Get up, let's go!

What the hell…

Gather at the Marina!

Damn, they're after me.

- Go away! - Ouch!

- Who is it? - It's me, what are you doing here? Go away.

What you're doing, I'm running away from this hell.

You're also a deserter, go away.

Me? What are you?

Come on, let me in.

No, this is my hiding place. Find another. Cuckold.

- If they catch me, they'll shoot me. - And what do I care?

But I swear I'll report you first.

You are a cuckold, a scoundrel and a traitor!

All I need is for them to kill me. Come on, come in.

Me deserter?

I who made all the ammunition for Garibaldi on the steamer.

If it wasn't for me, how would he have made war?

What was he throwing at him, the stones?

Look, I also threw blood on that steamer.