Allonsanfan (Allonsanfàn)

During the restoration

- May we proceed, Your Excellency? - Yes, read me the notes again.

- To His Excellency, the Minister of... - Enough. Tell me about the prisoner.

Imbriani Fulvio, aristocratic family.

Get him!

An officer under Robespierre, exiled, a jacobin,

charged with planning the revival of the Sublime Brothers sect,

along with Govoni Filippo, Grand Master of the sect.

During his interrogation, he refused to tell where Govoni Filippo is hiding.

It is thought more useful to free him,

so that he might lead us to the last members of the sect.

We also spread the rumor that Imbriani

had betrayed the Grand Master.

You are a free man.

Imbriani Fulvio, you can go freely!

Me?

This being a Te Deum day, His Excellency shows magnanimity.

Be thankful and join the general rejoicing.

You can go now.

Come on, rejoice!

Is that you?

Lionello?

It's you all! God! How silly I am!

I...

Forgive me.

I have been feverish this past three days.

Traitor!

Louder! I can't hear you.

I can't hear you. Louder!

Traitor!

This 23rd day of the month of Brumaire in the 28th

year of Robespierre's, Marat's, Babeuf's Revolution,

the tribunal of the Sublime Brothers is meeting here.

You, Fulvio.

Fulvio Imbriani, have been arrested on the 7th of this month.

Your arrest curiously upset our Grand Master,

almost like a sign... of his own downfall.

Since that day, we have not heard from him.

It seems...

Some people say...

That you have,

under torture, revealed where he is hiding.

Are you telling this to me?

To me who...

No, it must be the fever.

I will close my eyes, and that nightmare will vanish.

There.

Don't be silly.

How dare you? I taught you everything you know!

You betrayed us.

- What did you tell them? - Who spread that tale?

We are falling into the police's trap. Tell these idiots!

It's me, Fulvio.

I don't believe you betrayed us.

Let's follow the trial's rules.

What trial?

Do you want the police to find us here?

Let him talk!

Did you look under the wisteria?

Did you look under the wisteria?

What wisteria?

Filippo used to spend hours there all alone.

What is this?

I don't have my glasses. Giovanna, come here!

Wait! Come on, read this.

- Me? - Go ahead, Giovanna. Read!

To my Sublime Brothers.

I consider this year, of which end I will not see,

and which is my forty-fifth,

to have been negative overall, and I have no idea how to remedy the situation.

I only have courage left.

Enough to end my days.

I forgive no one, and I ask forgiveness to no one.

If ever there is a different world, peaceful and happy,

what will it think of all this?

Probably what we think about cannibals, about witch hunt.

Witches?

About human sacrifices.

Farewell. Filippo.

This can't be Filippo.

It's not him.

Filippo is my age. And this is an old man.

It's him, Fulvio.

Hey, you! Please, just a moment.

Please, call them.

Run and get the police.

Don't run! Don't look at him.

You will never forgive me for having accused you.

I won't let you go if you don't forgive me.

Let's go.

Let's split up.

- Let's hide for a few days. - Count me out!

Don't look for me.

I'm already here.

Do you want to get arrested? In your family's house?

My sister asked me to come home. And this is still my home.

Am I wrong or your father disinherited you ever since you fled for Paris?

He died 7 years ago.

And your brother took his position in the government.

You idiot!

That's precisely why the police won't look for me here!

Forgive me. I need some rest. Now!

Forgive me.

Don't trust them.

- They will betray you. - Who can I trust?

I'll introduce myself as one of Fulvio's friar friends. Then, I'll see.

And do you think that they won't recognize you?

No. It's been years since they last saw me.

And I am a good actor too, Tito.

Fulvio!

- Is that your sister? - No.

That is not Esther's voice.

That's her.

Fulvio!

Fulvio!

Fulvio!

- Fulvio! - My little Fulvio!

My little bird!

Fulvio!

My little Fulvio!

- Fulvio! - I'm here, Esther.

I'm here, mother.

So, he's my nephew.

They gave him my name.

Fulvio! Come here.

I'm coming.

My little bird, you are going to catch a cold!

Come inside!

No. I'll go with you. Better like that.

My dog. He is still alive. I am sure he heard me.

Come on, go! Never take that off, or they will recognize you.

And tell them you have a fever.

If I am not back in an hour, it means I am staying.

Fulvio!

Eat. That's it, good boy!

I'm sorry, Father. Don't you think that children have lost their table manners in these days?

Isn't it true?

What were you looking at, Fulvio?

Mother. She is all orange colored.

What a day!

Should I have the curtains closed, Esther?

No, the sun is setting. The light does not annoy me.

And my color is not orange, as Fulvio said earlier.

What do you mean, your color?

When he was a child, Fulvio used to say: "Let's close our eyes

and imagine what color everyone is."

He saw me as violet.

And father was black.

And you, Costantino, what color were you?

I forgot.

I would like to know, Father, if Fulvio...

You can't have forgotten!

Sky blue! I see Costantino as being sky blue!

No, not sky blue!

Sky blue is the color of happiness, as Fulvio used to say.

And for him, nobody was that color.

He saw him as being green.

Just like a cabbage.

And my uncle, mom? What color did he see himself as?

Gold! He always had an eye for grand things.

- Yellow, you mean? - No. Gold.

I want my brother back.

Tell him to come back. We will think about the amnesty.

We need everyone to rebuild the peace.

We even need musicians.

And Fulvio was a good violinist.

Apparently.

Perhaps, this time, he will be a success.

Can he also bring his child, right?

I want the child too.

So, I have a cousin? Why didn't you tell me?

- Where is he? - Far from here.

With my uncle?

Far from him too.

You see, Fulvio.

People like your uncle even had to give up, because of their ideas,

that you will know and judge later,

the joy to stay with their child.

What's the matter, Concetta? Speak.

Close that door.

If the reverend, friend of my Fulvio, is feverish, then he must drink this.

Pour it.

Made in the year that Fulvio was born.

Drink, reverend Father.

Drink, my little bird.

- To Fulvio! - To Fulvio!

To Fulvio!

What is he doing? Praying?

Father, you are tired. And feverish. Your room is ready.

- Who is he? - Esther's husband.

He is a friend of Fulvio. Perhaps, Fulvio will come back here.

Is he getting more reasonable, then? Better late than never. Are you happy?

I'm happy for you.

Your brother is learning that it's easy when you're 20...

- Do you want some? - Learning? Fulvio?

Learn from who? From a guy like you?

Sagen Sie es zu mir? Are you talking to me, Sir?

No, Father. Excuse me.

Nobody insulted you. Why are you insulting my husband?

Because it's too easy to remember Fulvio now.