Les Carabiniers

Let it roll!

Military march, take one!

"More and more...

"I strive for simplicity.

"I use worn metaphors.

"It's what's basically eternal.

"For example, stars resemble eyes...

Or death is like sleep."

Military march, take one.

The riflemen

Michelangelo, come here!

Mama! The riflemen! Mama!

Shut up, miss! Hands up!

Mama!

Shut up!

Hands up!

We did nothing!

Move!

Over there!

On the double!

You're crazy.

We've done nothing.

We didn't say ya did!

I did nothing, either.

And I said I didn't say ya did!

So why'd ya come?

We got a letter for ya.

A letter from who?

A letter from the king.

A letter from the king?

What a joke!

Yes, a letter from the king.

I don't believe ya.

Here it is.

Let me have it.

It's not true!

Look!

Look...

The king.

"Mo-bil-i-za-tion."

What's that mean?

War.

The king wrote ulysses and Michelangelo!

Great!

There's something I don't understand.

What?

Why'd the king write to me?

He wants a personal favor.

The king? From me?

Yes. You'll see.

Let's go inside. I'm freezing.

During the hard times we're going through...

With suffering saddening the people...

The police should take into consideration...

How to distract the population.

Sit down!

We've been on the road.

Take off your coat.

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Coffee?

Ok.

Got a cigar?

Ok.

Here.

Oh, sorry. The electricity's off.

My wife's gorgeous.

She has heart-shaped lips.

I love that.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

If the king wants a favor...

It means he considers me a friend.

Yes.

Really... the king considers me his friend.

Yes.

Right?

Yeah, sure.

"Mobilization." that means we gotta go to war?

Yes.

When do we leave?

Today.

Shit!

Why?

Because.

War's no fun.

On the contrary.

What'll become of us?

Right.

We'll be ruined.

On the contrary. You'll be wealthy.

How so?

How?

Yes, how? That really interests me.

We'll explain it to you.

You'll enrich your minds by visiting foreign countries.

Then you'll become very rich.

You'll be able to have whatever you wish.

Ok.

But where's all that?

With the enemy.

You take it from the enemy.

Not only lands and herds...

But houses, palaces, cities, cars...

Movies, dime-stores, stations, airports...

Swimming pools, casinos, theaters...

Bouquets of flowers, arches of triumph...

Cigar factories, printing plants...

Lighters, airplanes...

Ladies of the world.

Freight trains.

Fountain pens, jewelry shops...

Alfa romeos, Hawaiian guitars.

Splendid landscapes...

Elephants, locomotives...

Subway stations.

Rolls royces, maseratis...

Women who get undressed.

Locomotives!

Diamonds!

Maseratis!

We can really have all that?

Yes, all that.

Oh, that's nothing.

I got a question.

Wherever they go, they can take what they want?

Yes. I just told you that.

Wonderful!

What's wrong?

Go on, asshole! Go to war! Fast!

I don't know...

Sure. Go on.

Assholes.

So, what's going on?

I'm hesitating.

Why?

Why?

Why?

You say it, but it's not true.

It is, too. Ya don't know what war is.

You'll see. It's extraordinary.

Won't we be punished for stealing?

No.

In war, anything goes.

What's to prove that?

The proof...

The king's letter.

- Here. - It proves nothing!

Of course it does.

Each soldier can do as he wants...

In the name of the king.

So, sign it.

Yes, sign it.

- Ok. - Get my pen from the Jeep.

I got a question.

Go ahead.

In the war, can we take slot machines?

Yes.

No charges if we take old men's eyeglasses?

Can we break a kid's arm?

Both arms?

Stab a guy in the back?

Rob apartments?

Burn towns?

Burn women?

Yes.

And steal classy pants?

Yes.

If we want, we can massacre innocent folks?

Yes.

Denounce folks, too?

Yes.

Eat in restaurants and not pay?

Yes, yes. That's war.

Yes.

We'll have a lamb to celebrate.

Bring me a horse!

A velvet dress for me!

And some ribbons!

A Max factor lipstick.

And a washing machine!

Ulysses!

Yes?

Don't forget!

No.

Hurry!

Bye, Cleopatra!

Hum! Up!

Go! Quick!

Bye!

Bring me a bikini!

What?

A bikini!

What do soldiers do before battle?

Before battle, soldiers are afraid.

We landed in Italy...

And lined our path with a thousand bodies.

We're gonna take a hit!

We saw grenadiers die without a cry...

Generals with gaping bellies...

Bloody uniforms, holes for eyes.