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- Mia.

Mia, I've been calling for two days. Where have you been?

Mia, listen to me, the shoot in Italy

is the only job offer you've got in a long time.

You have to come to terms with the fact

that you're not a teenager anymore.

I mean, you're not that fresh anymore.

You know the Hollywood standards, right?

So let's just accept this job, all right.

Sicily sounds great, it'll do you good.

- "Dear Mama.

Do you see me?"

- You look stunning.

Keep going.

Now turn around.

Look at me.

- Felix.

- Whoa, babe, come on, drink a little bit more.

Come on.

- What the fuck are you doing?

I'm, what are you doing?

Can you not do fucking coke while we're driving?

Can you drive and not do drugs?

Can you give me the fucking coke?

- Relax, okay.

For a change, I would really love it

if you just keep on doing what you do,

like enjoying the view and whatever is there,

and I do what I wanna do, okay?

- But what you wanna do-

- And you can maybe just stop picking on me.

- Felix. - Okay?

I've been alive for a long time.

- Felix, I'm trying to be present with you.

I'm trying to have a lovely weekend with you

and you just fuck it up as usual.

- Shut the up, okay? I'm driving!

I'm getting us to a beautiful place.

The only thing you do is like fucking give me a bad time!

- I'm gonna go like this.

- Just stop the car, just stop the fucking car!

Stop the car!

- Jesus Christ.

What?

What?

I asked you, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Huh?

Like you never do it.

- I can't take

your fucking bullshit anymore!

- Shut up.

Fuck!

- Mia, don't be silly, come on back.

Fuck you!

- I don't understand.

- Mm!

It's so good.

- It smells so good.

- Mia.

- And you,

what's your name?

- My name is Nino. Nice to meet you.

Ah!

I see you're a foreigner.

This is what we do in Italy, we kiss each other.

- Even if you don't know each other?

- Right, because we don't know each other.

It's way to make few people welcomed.

Well, Mia, I suppose you are here in Sciacca for?

- Work.

- For work? - Mm-hm.

- You mean you're looking for a job?

- Yeah, that's exactly what I meant.

I'm looking for a summer job.

- A summer job? Fantastic!

And pray tell, princess, what job will please you?

- Whatever job allows me to wear clothes for starters.

- Come on, come with me, I've an idea.

- Who are you?

Bye.

Bye.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

- Piero!

- Son of a bitch! - Watch your language.

- Vaffanculo, son of a bitch.

- Hey!

- Sofia.

What's this rediscovering our cultural roots thing,

a midlife crisis?

- No, darling, I just thought

Sicily would be a nice place for a holiday

and we haven't been back in years.

I thought, let's go home.

- Home, London is home.

Sofia, can you say something? Don't you agree with Mummy?

- I don't even know where we're going right now.

- Ah, Daddy's taking you to Sciacca.

- What is this Sciacca place, like next to Saint-Tropez?

- No.

Not exactly.

- Have you seen this girl?

- Are you sure?

- She's a famous actress. Look again.

- Come on, I know she's here somewhere.

- I don't understand.

- Yeah, this way, oh!

- Sorry.

- Let me help you.

You find yourself home at Mangia's.

It's just like a big cosmopolitan family, you know?

- Well, I just hope they speak English.

- Yeah, they will. Don't worry.

- Not now, okay?

- Oh, you still haven't told me which room you booked.

I hope you booked a master suite, right?

- It's a surprise, darling.

Oh, just have some faith, please.

- I hate surprises.

- Oh, is it not working again?

Listen, it must be you guys are doing something wrong.

Ah, okay, I'm coming.

- But...

What?

- Hey, kiddo.

Have you seen this girl?

- Repeat, kiddo, repeat.

- Hey.

I don't know, she disappeared since last night.

I'm asking around, okay.

No, she left everything in the car,

her purse, her cell phone.

What?

They moved the campaign up to when?

Oh, shit.

To hell with it, I'm taking the next flight.

Tell them I'm coming back.

I'll call you from the airport, okay.

Okay.

- And not even for a moment,

has humanity given up

on the oldest practice in the world,

to love,.

- Don't back away.

- I'm bringing good life to Sicily. Hi, Grandpa.

- Hey, Grandpa, you still working it, huh?

Maybe because unlike this one,

both of us have experienced the grand world.

- Look at you.

You don't look like a poor Italian immigrant.

- Times have changed.

I dominate the world.

I don't allow the world to dominate me.

I see you are still crying over that.

- Speaking about the devil, huh, Grandpa?

Look, here's someone who successfully sold his soul.

- Shut up, brother. Nobody cares what you say.

- Why the hell didn't you tell me he was back, huh?

- And why on earth should you be entitled to know?

- Because you are my fucking brother.

- Oh! - Look at you.

- Stop, the both of you.

So tell me,

how is New York?

I miss New York.

- Well,

unlike here,

life is perfect.

- What is he doing?

No, like seriously, why are we even here?

- I don't know.

You think you can manage,

or we need to spend the night in the car?

- Honey, I'm almost there.

I just need to understand some final details.

- It's been two hours

you are trying to understand final details.

Piero, Piero, Piero.

Listen to me carefully. - This one goes-

- Because I'm only saying it once, okay?

This camping crap is the last surprise

you're gonna be pulling ever.

You promised us a dream vacation,

and instead you want us to spend the night

in a tent like refugees.

I mean, why aren't we in the Mangia's resort?

What's going on?

- Because we are closer to nature, honey.

Come here, come here.

Look, come on, it's wonderful.

Look at that, it's beautiful.

Wonderful.

- The resort is also wonderful and comfortable.

- Yes, but honey, this,

look, I have to tell you that it's going to!

- Oh, my God.

- May I have a gin and tonic, please.

- In the morning?

- Like we never had a drink in the morning together.

- Phil.

- Actually, if I remember well,

last time I saw you was at your party in New York, right?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Antonia, can you take his order?

I think Luc needs me in the back.

- Can I help you?

- No,

not really.

- Going okay?

- Yeah.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

See you tomorrow.

Nino!

- What's going on? - Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go! - Don't tell me you know him.

- Who, that guy? No, I just met him today.

He seems like a creep. You?

- Honey, I don't, yet he's my brother.

Look!

- Wow.

It's breathtaking.

It looks like a movie scene.

- Yeah. This is one of my favorite spots.

I come here when I need to, to recharge.

It's a relief to know that certain things,

certain places will not change.

- I'd like to see the other places too.

- You work tomorrow?

- Only 'til lunchtime.

I have the afternoon off.

- Perfect.

Careful.

Look at this.

- Wow!

- It's amazing, you know.

Come on.

The key to miracles is to be found in Sicily.

The key to everything.

The purity of the contours,

the softness of everything.

The harmonious unity

of the sky and the sea with the earth.

Italy is nothing without Sicily.

- I'd like to love my land the way you love yours.

- You love Sicily until it becomes your land.

It happened to so many people.

Together, these are its words.

- Maybe Sicily will heal my heart.

Can you see me, Mama?

- 4500 years before Christ.

- Really?

- That's the Concordia Temple.

- Wow!

- Do you like it?

Hm?

- Where are you going? What are you doing?

- Come on, come on! - No, oh, my God!

Oh, my God, oh!

Oh, my God!

Come here!

So beautiful!

- Oh, my God, it's so cold.

No, it's too cold.

- Come on!

- No, it's cold, I can't do it.

- Come on.

Come here.

Ah! - Oh!

- I, my mum was keen on making sure

I knew how to take care of myself and my family.

- I introduce you to my mom.

Do you mind?

- Do I mind?

No, quite the contrary.

- Calcedonio is a Sicilian poet.

Do you know him?

- I don't, I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry. I'll give you a copy in English.

- Thank you, it's very nice of you.

- Thank you for taking me to meet your mother.

She looks very sweet.

- I know.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure you can.

- How come she doesn't?

- Yeah.

When I was eight,

my father left,

just like that.

He only left a note

saying he had to follow his path.

- What path?

- I don't know.

We hoped he reached our grandpa in New York,

but apparently he didn't.

- Was he a, an artist too?

- He was a sculptor as well, yeah.

- So your mother just?

- She fell sick after he abandoned us,

severe depression.

She never recovered.

She has good days sometimes, but you know.

- I'm so sorry, Nino.

- Don't worry.

I'm so lucky in many ways.

Look at this.

It's a gift for me.

- Hm.

- What about you?

I know nothing about you. Who are you?

What about your family?

- My mother died

in front of me.

She ki, she killed herself,

and that day, I, I think I, I think I died too.

- I'm so sorry, Mia.

Your father?

Who was he? - It was his fault.

I'll never forgive him!

Oh! - Mia, Mia!

Mia, Mia!

- What the fuck are you doing here?

Are you following me?

- Certainly not you, brother.

- You know each other?

- I told you, we met yesterday in the bar.

- That's right.

Let me take you to dinner,

so we can get to know each other better.

- I don't think that's a good idea!

- She doesn't want to get to know you better, Phil, go away!

- You look terrified, bro.

You should not think by now,

there is no competition between us.

You never win.

- Get fucking away, Phil!

- I'll see you, baby.

- Don't you babe me! - Let's go, Mia.

What's going on with my brother, huh?

Don't fool me!

I had enough with people fool me, Mia.

Do you know him?

- Yeah, I do, I, ah, I saw him several times in New York.

No, Nino, Nino, let me explain.

- Don't!

Always in my life, everyone that I love always chose him.

My father, Costanza.

- Costanza?

- How could I think to be good enough for you, huh?

- No, Nino.

- I was stupid.

You're both laughing at me when you are together?

- No.

Just, no, Nino, just-

- Don't!

- "Dear Mama.

This is my last letter to you."

- Okay, guys, are you ready?

Bambino, Benita, come here.

- Come on. - You stay there, okay.

Martino, go.

- Piero, Piero, why don't you go and spend

some quality time with your daughter?

- Darling, I- - You're always on the phone.

- I'm working, huh? Just give me a minute.

Why don't you drink something, huh?

- Get ready!

On your marks,

number, number three!

- Bella, so beautiful.

- The game is over.

- Sorry, why the game is over?

- Yeah, because it's-

Antonia, I'm sorry.

- Did you win?

- Yeah. - Okay, that's good.

- I got it, I got it, it's fine.

- Sorry.

Hi, Phil.

- Hi, Luc.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Hi, gorgeous. So you like it here with us?

- Yeah, I do, thank you.

- Good, because tonight, we are all working an extra shift.

- Perfect, I prefer not having too much free time.

- Antonia, are you okay with that too?

- Yes, yes.

- Good, workaholics.

For tonight, let's try to dress a little more fun,

because we are all working

at the annual party of La Contessa.

- What, Costanza?

- Sure.

- I don't feel like.

- I'll see you tonight.

Bye.

- And perfect.

I see you tonight,

babe.

- Nino.

- Costanza.

- Good evening.

You look very handsome yourself.

Mum, you remember Nino?

- Hello.

- Contessa, what an honor to be here.

- You're welcome.

- Costanza.

- Phil.

- You are gorgeous.

Hey, Grandpa, looking good, huh?

Mia,

you look beautiful.

- Yeah, right.

- You are the most beautiful one

with or without an evening dress.

You know very well that.

You know what I mean?

But anyway-

- Anyway, you wanna get out of here?

- Sure. You done for the night?

- No,

I start now.

- Phil darling, you're not leaving already?

- I can take you home, Mia, come on.

- Oh no, I'm good, thank you. I'm all set.

- Nino, come here.

- Now you can tell me.

- What the hell you doing here?

- I'm here to

find myself.

- "To find myself."

- Why are you laughing?

- I wouldn't have guessed

you were one of those stupid new age losers.

- We used to have fun in New York, huh?

And we still could.

When you going back?

- I'm not going back to that shitty life.

- Shitty life?

That's the life everyone dreams of.

- What the fuck is going on with you?

- What's the matter with you?

- You don't want to have sex with me anymore?

- Oh, fuck you, Phil!

- If you think you can fool me with that

"I'm a better person now," you can leave.

I don't bother push.

I'm not as stupid as my brother.

- You're half the man that Nino is!

You know nothing about kindness and compassion and love.

I'm not gonna have sex with you because you disgust me.

I deserve so much more than this.

I deserve so much more than you.

- Fuck!

- Mia?

- Everything okay?

- Not really.

- Problems with Nino?

- No, why should there be?

We're just acquaintances.

I won't be staying here forever.

- So you work here?

Oh, well done, didn't take you long to integrate.

- Do you need anything?

- I was looking for Nino actually.

Have you seen him by chance?

- No, he didn't show up today.

- Oh, well, he must be tired from last night.

In that case,

pour me a wine, rose.

I'll have it in my cabana in 10 minutes after my swim,

when you see me come out of the water.

- You really want to look like an idiot?

- That's a very good football!

- Game over!

Francesca.

- Don't panic, don't panic! - Oh, my God!

Ew, ew!

Daddy, be careful! - No, not there!

- He's dead, honey, I killed it.

- If you wanna go on being an ecologist,

you stay, but me and Sofia,

we, we're done with Amazonia, okay?

We're going to a hotel and sleep in a proper bed.

- I don't recognize you anymore.

First, the story that to reconnect with the roots

and then the camping.

Who do you think you're bullshitting, huh?

Tell me the truth.

- Okay.

We are broke.

- It's this damn Covid, damn Brexit!

Okay, I lost my job, almost lost the house.

- Sorry.

Can you say it again?

I-I thought I just heard you say broke.

- Yes, that's right, I am broke. The markets collapsed!

The banks have blocked my cards.

I have to settle a mountain of debt.

I, I don't know, I don't know what to do anymore.

We are penniless.

- And when were you gonna tell us, Piero?

We are your family.

When were you gonna tell us?

Huh?

- I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.

I just didn't want you guys to worry, huh?

I tried everything.

I tried everything, but now I need you to understand.

I need you to support me.

I just need some time, be able to come back.

- You cut the crap, cut the crap now.

We trusted you, we are your family

and you bullshitted us the whole time.

Why?

No.

You should have told us something.

- That's bullshit.

- "Dear Mama.

This is my last letter to you.

I am writing to go back in time

to find the reason why you left me

and why I am this way,

so close to you and yet so far from myself.

I still remember the first time you hit me.

I was just a little girl.

I ran away, I went to stay at Grandma's,

and when she took me back,

you looked at me with so much pain

and told me I had broken your heart.

Those words did break mine.

There were days you would not leave your bed.

I would bring you tea and sit next to you,

hold your hand just to remind you I was there.

The sad routine of a life in black and white.

The day you died,

everything I loved about myself died with you.

Do you see me now?

Do you hear me now?

Look where I am.

Look who I am becoming.

I intend to live, feel and love

every detail and every color

this passionate country has gifted me with.

'The key to miracles is to be found in Sicily,'

someone said.

Today, I choose to be a miracle.

I choose myself.

I forgive you, Mama."

- Nino, find your diversity.

It is in your diversity, you will find your magic,

and finally, you will fall in love.

- Well, not immediately,

but you and Dad are just not happy at all.

- You're the love of my life.

- I love you too.

- Ah!

My friend from America, huh, like Italian pasta.

Good, good, good for your six pack.

- No, I don't wanna be a model.

- Okay.

- Piero, where's your wife and bambino?

- Er- - Here we are.

- Papa!

- Sofia!

- Hello, everyone.

- I'm starving.

- Yeah, did you guys eat everything

or there's something left for us?

- Ah, almost. Nino, some plates for my family please.

- Hello, everyone.

- Hi.

- May I join you?

- Costanza, sit with me please.

- You're not eating?

- Yeah, no, I'm not, I'm not hungry.

- You know, I know who you are.

I know you.

I was you many years ago,

a young actress with my head in the clouds

and the world at my feet.

And most importantly,

I can see you.

I see the struggle,

the pain,

the ambition.

I also see the void

and the need to be loved,

to fill that void.

You know, my family is everything to me.

Do I have regrets for what I have lost?

I do, sometimes.

But you know, someone said

that the only talent we have is in the choice.

So be careful what you choose,

'cause it's gonna change your life and his.

- Are you saying I should follow my heart?

- Just follow your instinct, that never fails.

- Thank you.

- I know this song.

- Dance with me.

- To be or not to be, bro.

- Here you are,

the cherry on top of the perfect night.

- You miss him very much, huh?

- I don't, I hate him.

- I miss him too.

- Did you ever see him in New York?

- I saw him once.

He was so wasted, he didn't even recognize me.

That's all.

- You are saying you didn't look for him afterwards?

- For sure I did. He's my father.

I know where he lives, if that's what you're asking me.

But I do not wish to see him.

I prefer to drink my anger up.

- Hey,

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.

- Do you love her?

- Who, Mia?

Do you really know what love is?

- I have no clue.

But Filippo, I want to feel love.

- Filippo?

- Good luck, bro.

- Nino, Nino!

Oh!

Mia, wake up!

Mia!

Mia!

Mia!

Wake up! - What is it?

- It's Nino!

Come on, when will you get another chance?

- Hi.

- I'm sorry.

- Ssh!

Don't say anything.

I know, I was scared too.

- And now are you scared?

- No.

You?

- No.

Never felt so sure in my life.

- Because the loser that I am.

- You're not a loser.

- And still, you keep the family together.

- I'm still here.

- Oh, no!

- It's nice to watch you sculpt.

You can tell you love your job.

- Yes.

It's my life.

- How did you start?

- I start...

When my father left.

This stone,

the dream of transforming it and my life

into something that is mine

and mine alone that belongs to me,

that can't go away, you know?

Well,

that's how I started.

And now,

this stone,

hard and pure

is the essence of me.

- Sooner or later,

everyone comes back to the enchanted castle.

- What a beautiful voice you have.

- Thank you, Mia.

- Look at you. You truly are gorgeous in every way.

You shouldn't be ashamed of your beauty.

- Hm.

- Oh, look at how radiant my girls are today.

Mia, there's someone on the phone for you.

- On the phone?

- Yes, in the office.

- Who is it?

- I don't know. Anyway, he doesn't speak Italian.

- Nino.

- Who's Nino?

- Who's this?

- Mia.

Do you know how worried we've all been about you?

All your clients, Mia, this is so irrational.

What the hell is going on with you?

Do you have any idea how long it took for me to find you?

How hard it is to manage you?

Mia.

Mia, I'm talking to you.

- I'm here.

- Mia.

You've always been able to be professional.

Your career, the career that you have left,

the career you can still have

is only going to be about you being professional.

Check your Venmo account, there's enough money for a ticket.

Buy a ticket, get your ass on a plane to New York tonight.

- Okay.

- Good.

That's the Mia I know.

- Okay.

- Piero, are you guys leaving?

- Ah, the voyage of hope if we can manage it.

- Where's the car?

- When you're done chiseling stones,

there's always room in my house.

It's in a tent, but there's room.

- Thanks, Piero, I certainly come

and when you wanna get beat at soccer again,

you know where to find me.

- Bye, Piero.

Thanks for everything.

- Bye, bro.

Don't be a coward, huh?

Life's for those who challenge it,

not for those who look at it.

- Ciao, Francesca, ciao, Sofia.

- Ciao.

- Okay.

Bye.

- Ah, the bus is coming, baby, don't worry, huh?

- Shut up.

- Ah, amore, I love you too.

- I already miss you.

- What?

How did you know what I was...

- I feel you.

- Come with me.

Nino, Nino, come with me.

You're so talented, America will fall in love with you.

Like I fell in love with you.

You and me together in New York.

Real life, I can't hide here forever.

My career and yours.

Please, Nino,

leave this small world.

- But that's not real life, Mia,

success, career,

they don't exist without the wombs of my streets,

my squares, my sea, my people.

- No, but it is a small world, it's a small reality.

It's just a sliver of a world, if you could just-

- But for me,

hey, for those like me,

it's the glimmer of all possible lives.

This glimmer is freedom.

It's the choice to simply be what I am.

And I'm proud to be

a stonemason from Sciacca.

Want to dance?

- Dance?

But there's no music.

- Close your eyes.

- Lorenzo.

I'm not fucking crazy!

Uh!

- "Dear Mr. Ventivania.

We are pleased to inform you

that we will like to have the pleasure

of exhibiting your work entitled 'Mia'

during our next exhibition scheduled for October."

"Dear Nino.

When you read these words,

I'll already be back in America."

- And you'll think that America really does exist,

as it took me away from you, from us,

and I'm walking on it right now.

So yes, it is over between us, there is an ocean between us,

and yet, we didn't lose it,

because maybe life means losing something big

only to get it back in many small pieces,

making you feel like

you've never really lost anything at all."