A young Italian girl survives the horrors of war to marry, love, live, and become a modern woman.
(What is it, Germans?)
(I think it’s a Fascist unit. Run!)
They race off as the shooting continues.
INT. RIGACCI ART SUPPLIES – DAY
Bruno re-stocks the shelves. Leone sweeps up.
Silvana and Bibi burst through the door, out of breath.
(Silvana, Bibi, what’s wrong?)
(Ah… ah… nothing, Papa. We just… raced each other here.)
(Oh, thank goodness. But, you shouldn’t be running, Darling, you’re still not
healed from your surgery.)
(We saw soldiers, British soldiers. They were crossing the bridge.)
(Ah, thank God. Now perhaps, we’ll have peace, and I can get back to work.)
(Yes… work. Silvana, with the Allies coming, there’ll be plenty of jobs. You should learn English. Then you can work as a secretary or a teacher.)
(Teacher! Oh, that would be wonderful.)
The ROAR of PLANES comes from above.
Silvana comforts Bibi. Bruno looks out the window.
(It’s all right, Bibi. I’m sure the Allies are just flying over us to bomb the Germans north of here.)
(They would be, if those were Allied planes, but they’re not! It’s –)
The long loud WHISTLE of BOMBS falling fills the room.
BOOM! KA-BOOM! BLAM! The ground trembles as bombs EXPLODE. SMASH! The window shatters. Glass flies everywhere. Bruno bears the brunt of it. He crumbles to the floor. The others race to his side.
Leone eases Bruno into a sitting position. Glass shards are imbedded in his left arm.
(I’m all right. It’s not bad.)
They help him to his feet.
(Don’t worry, girls, I’ll get him to the hospital. You go home and tell Maria what’s happened.)
(Those damn Germans. It wasn’t enough to get me in the first war; they had to get me again in the second one!)
INT. CLASSROOM – DAY
A large, simple room – desks, chairs and a blackboard, with several cracks in it.
A BRITISH OFFICER (35), tall and well dressed, writes on the blackboard “My name is -”, then turns to the class. Silvana sits among TWENTY CIVILIANS and takes notes. The Officer smiles at her.
INT. RIGACCI KITCHEN – NIGHT
Bruno, his left arm bandaged and in a sling, Maria and Silvana watch as the power comes on and water start to flow from the faucet. They CHEER.
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