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They called us. I'll wait for you downstairs in ten minutes.

Come on, come down!

Giacomo!

Oh, answer me!

What, that shit is there too?

Giacomo!

Giacomo!

Idiot!

Is it far to the hotel?

A few minutes.

Why is it so slow?

Stop, it hurts too much.

What are you doing at school today?

- Class test, girl. - I have a class test too.

Difficult, huh?

- What an idiot. - What an idiot?

Fuck you!

Their way of saying good morning.

Lo and Barbara are late.

- Are you going to Ferrini? - No.

- Why? - I'm late too.

- Bye, pretty girl. - Bye.

It's the class test.

Yesterday the teacher gave Carlotta a note.

Why?

Because she was explaining the Babylonians

and Carlotta started using her phone.

- You have to leave! - Stop! I'm calling the police!

What the fuck are you doing?

Send him away!

- Go away! - Oh!

Dad, what does he want from Helver?

- Move! - Send him away!

- Move! What did he do to you? - He can't stay here, period.

Go fuck yourself to Termini and stink with your friends.

Aren't you ashamed?

You fucking asshole, leave him alone!

- What did you call me, little girl? - Calm down.

- How do you let this retard talk? - Go away.

And don't bother him, he did nothing to you.

Try it. You know what I'll do to you.

Shitty ticks, see what happens to you.

We have physio after school.

We go there and nothing ever happens.

Today we're going to physiotherapy and I don't want to hear a peep.

Ok.

- Look, you're not doing me a favor. - Thomas!

Hi, Marinella.

I'll take the princess to class.

No, don't worry.

No, you always have so much to do, don't worry.

- Girls! Wait for me, okay! - Bye, love.

- Bye! - By the way!

I wanted to show you this.

It's been online since yesterday.

What do you think?

It turned out well.

We even have bookings for Easter, it's incredible!

Anyway, I have to go now, it's late.

You're our guests one of these weekends. What do you think?

- Huh? - It's an idea.

Kid! If you put it back right now, I'll pretend I didn't see.

Where are we going to end up?

Fuck off, lady.

Just like you should. This old bitch, bothering me.

This old bitch, bothering me.

Old bitch, damn it...

Lady, I'm asking you a favor.

I have just a few things.

Sorry, I'm in a hurry too.

I only have these to pay for.

- I don't care. - I'm late.

They're waiting for me for a medical need, but fine.

Fine!

I thought you wouldn't come anymore.

Sometimes I envy her.

From in here she doesn't notice what people have become outside.

You envy me?

Oh! The Frenchman has arrived!

Now you're happy, huh, dad?

You should see how he screams when I change his IV.

You'd be quicker, just kill me.

Then sell the shack and waste all the money.

The injection makes him say a lot of nonsense.

You take care of him.

The worst part of not being able to move

is seeing him there all day waiting for me to iron.

What's wrong with you, huh?

Thoughts.

- Scattered thoughts. - Bad ones?

Almost all of them.

With the year you've had, you're doing great, trust me.

You have your health, a job, two kids.

- It was better before. - Huh?

It was better before?

But in life, it's always better before.

- Can you stop with this alarm? - How can I?

- These are my days. - And what does your day say?

- Cleaning. - Ah.

You know what?

I'd really like you as a wife.

It's not worth it.

I don't remember how to make love anymore.

Ball!

- Ball! - Oh, awake!

Ball, thanks!

- Is he deaf? - Skinny, ball, come on.

There, good.

Come on, hurry up!

Oh, what the hell are you doing?

Why do we always get the idiots?

- What's he doing with the phone? - Put that thing down.

- Put it down. What the hell are you doing? - Put the phone away...

Go get the ball before we beat you up!

Come on, what the hell!

- Asshole! - Come here!

Shh!

Now all of you, fuck off.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

Oh, look, if you don't leave I'll have to call the police.

I don't give a damn.

Listen, do me a favor, leave. I'm asking nicely.

Let me understand. You're a security guard in an abandoned pool.

- They pay me. - They pay you. How much do they pay you?

Is it loaded?

What?

I don't believe you can shoot. You?

Shoot? You shoot?

Shoot. In fact, why don't you shoot me? Shoot me.

- I don't want to shoot you. - Of course you don't.

You can't do it. You're an idiot.

You know what the thing is?

You all think you're superheroes with this nice uniform, the gun,

the walkie-talkie, the belt.

With that dumb face of yours, huh?

But you're nothing.

You're in bad shape, little brother.

Bye.

Oh, check, I wouldn't want...

Hey, hi. How are you?

Listen, what do you say, should I come over?

Yes, now.

Come on, come on.

Come on, please, it's about to rain, I'll hurry.

Ok, ok. I'm coming, I'm coming.

Relax.

What did you do today?

You'll end up getting beaten to death.

Anyway...

Doesn't your father say anything to you?

He used to get mad.

And now?

What can a man who broke up a family say to me?

I don't give a damn about anyone.

I only care about Barbara. And you.

Do you like the sea?

Of course I do.

- Then I'll buy you a house by the sea. - Where?

- In Santa Marinella? - Wherever you want.

- And where will you get the money? - I don't know, I'll figure it out somehow.

Mm.

Why don't you marry me?

Come on.

Give me those 50 euros another one is coming.

Yes.

They are in the jacket, take them.

I'll pee and go. So I'll leave you to your other.

Because the TV volume at home was too high.

Mara Pannone live. Look what happened.

The TV volume was too high,

the spark that would trigger a fight that ended dramatically

late yesterday morning in via degli Ausoni,

San Lorenzo district, Rome.

A 75-year-old man stabbed his children, aged 25 and 26.

He injured one in the chest and one in the abdomen with a kitchen knife.

According to an initial reconstruction, the seventy-five-year-old...

Stormy relationships. Frequent tensions.

They were at the table.

He would have turned on the TV at high volume,

the son would have asked him to turn it off...

Yes, what is it?

Do you realize you shout from morning till night?

- We are very sorry, really. - I'll call the police if you don't stop.

I'm mortified, sorry.

My wife is ill, she suffers from severe depression.

- Can I do something? - No, unfortunately.

No, don't come in! Please, don't come in.

Madam...

Go away! Come away!

We won't disturb you anymore, but now leave us alone!

And who the hell are you?

Did you fall in the toilet? Move.

Calm down, Barbara.

Progress is slower than we thought.

Barbara has great willpower, but she needs something more.

It seems to me she doesn't care.

It seems she's doing it just for me.

It's normal. Kids react that way.

At that age, pressure tends to make them withdraw.

I want to see her walk again.

The truth is you can't drive with a headache.

There's a risk of getting hurt.

What did you say?

That we can be hopeful.

Then mom gave me some of this, but I don't know what it is.

Chicken. Do you like it?

Stop! Bastard, stop!

If you don't like it, next time you cook.

I didn't say anything.

It's delicious.

Why do you and Enrico act like this?

You know, we're two males under the same roof.

You must have a lot of patience, huh?

But mom isn't happy when you fight.

It's not easy, Barbie.

Do you love Enrico?

Of course I love him.

- Then why don't you talk anymore? - That's not true.

I do what I can, love.

But Enrico doesn't think.

He only does stupid things.

He doesn't know the meaning of limits.

I don't know the meaning of limits, dad?

- Close it quickly, the heat is escaping! - No, repeat. "Enrico doesn't think,

he does stupid things..." Repeat.

- Try to scare your sister again... - And what will you do? Hit me? Huh?

Better hit me instead of making that stupid face every day.

- Go to your room. - Go to your room.

Is that all you can say?

You know you make me pity? With these stupid alarms, you really make me pity.

You ruined everything when mom...

I won't repeat it, Enri'.

It's always my fault. It will always be my fault.

If you have a crappy job, it's my fault, if you cook terribly, it's my fault,

if you're a failure, it's my fault.

You only have one fault.

Piece of shit.

Fuck you. Maybe you'll die.

Piece of shit.

Thanks.

And remember the money, you didn't take it yesterday.

It's too much.

Forget pride, you always end up losing.

Come on.

- What the hell... - What the hell you! I'm working.

- Can I come in? - No!

- Well, will you let me in? - No, you can't.

- Come on, let me in. Please. - No.

What the hell are you doing? Move!

Enrico, I don't know what you're looking for.

But it's not me.

Dearest, how are you?

I don't want to disturb you...

Dearest, sorry for the time, I don't want to disturb you, but I wanted to...

Dearest, I hope you're well. I wanted to tell you...

Dearest, can I disturb you? I wanted to tell you something,

but given the time...

Dear, I wanted to tell you about the concert, can I call you?

How are you driving?

You are suspended until further notice.

We have to respond to a passenger's complaint.

But they cut me off.

We were about to have a crazy accident, I braked in time.

Did you get the license plate? No. And there are no witnesses, as far as I know.

You can't suspend me. It's not the right time.

Listen, Thomas, I know you're not in the business,

that you've had a tough year,

and I'm the first to be sorry.

You're sorry?

Stay home a bit. Stay with the kids, rest a little.

Look, I'll rest all day tomorrow.

Eh?

- But I can't... - Thomas, please.

- I can't not work. - Enough.

- I have two kids. - Please.

I'm begging you.

- I'm begging you. - Enough.

Damn!

Dad...

Sorry I was sad yesterday.

I had a beautiful dream, now I feel much better.

Are you feeling better?

- Can we have breakfast first? - No, love.

Dad, what are you doing?

Dad!

Dad, I'm scared!

It seems you like it.

It seems you're used to that chair.

That's enough.

Stop accepting everything. Stop smiling.

There's nothing to smile about. You need to keep those legs straight!

Dad...

I can't stand seeing you like this anymore.

It's driving me crazy.

- Dad... - It's driving me crazy.

- Please... - I feel like killing him!

Dad!

Love?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I want to walk, dad.

I know, love.

Can we have breakfast?

Sure, love. Sure.

And can you make peace with Enrico?

- Hi. - Good morning, girl.

Your breath stinks.

I think it's your own breath coming back to your nose.

- Stop it. - Maybe it's your feet.

Your feet stink.

Smell that foot odor.

Your feet stink.

Did you wash this morning, huh?

I'll have breakfast in front of school.

But it's delicious.

Dad? Are we taking Enrico to school today?

Hours of bloodshed in Rome, after violent clashes last night

led to the death of eight people.

Around 6:00 AM, an AMA truck ran over a motorcyclist on the Appia.

This adds to other similar incidents

that have shocked the capital in recent days.

Not far away, on Ruggero Bonghi Street, a tragedy occurred

in a beauty salon, where the owner stabbed her partner

17 times in the chest.

The man bled to death before...

Dad, can you turn it off?

- On the scene... - Dad, please, can you turn it off?

Dad, please!

The madness that has taken over the city...

Dad!

Thank you. It was scaring me.

Oh, move! It's green!

Bro!

You're alive!

Hi, Gianlu'.

I missed you so much, bro.

When the others see you, it's going to be crazy, let's go in!

I'm not going in, Gianlu'.

I'm here just to make my sister happy.

Make me happy too, okay?

Alright.

At least reply to messages so you can tell me what the hell you do all day.

If you want, I can tell you now.

Gianlu', come here!

Ah!

But what's the point?

- Does it have to have one? - Of course.

Then see it like philosophy.

- Meaning? - Meaning...

- Are you Socrates? - Let me speak!

I think no one gives a damn about anyone, really.

But we're all forced to be together. Does that seem fair?

Mmm... dunno. No?

No, trust me. It's not like that.

I know, it's ugly to say. But honestly...

I don't feel like smiling at the cashier,

giving up my seat to the elderly on the bus,

standing in lines, doing homework, being nice and kind,

because I'm not nice and kind.

I want to do whatever the hell I want. In the end, we all die anyway.

- So you steal mannequins from the Chinese. - Exactly.

You say you don't give a damn about anything

and then you seek applause in that group?

I'm not looking for applause from anyone.

- What are you looking for then? - Nothing.

Do you want?

No, I don't want it.

- Your sister? - She's growing up.

Is your father still a home cook?

What an embarrassment when I asked him if he was from McDonald's and...

Hey, make a video for me.

- What video? - Make a video for me.

What are you doing?

- And laughing. - Do it too, Gianlu'! Here.

- No. - Come on, do it, Gianlu'!

I'm not throwing up in the pool!

- Come on, do it! - I'm not throwing up...

We used to do everything together.

- What the hell did we do together? - Everything!

- What the hell is everything? - Everything.

Joints at the park? Playing PlayStation at your place?

- What the hell is it? Tell me. Explain. - Go numb your brain with the PlayStation.

Don't let me hear from you again, you've pissed me off!

Don't lay your hands on me. You look like a psychopath.

- You need to shut up, Gianlu'! - Don't tell me to shut up!

You need to shut up, Gianlu'!

- Screw you. - Screw you! Dickhead.

- You think too much with that brain. - And you don't think at all!

- Come here! - You're in bad shape, Gianlu'.

Listen, come here.

Oh! Come here!

Stop! Do you want to talk?

I'm here, let's talk. Just don't act crazy.

I won't puke in the pool, but if you want to do something, let's do it,

we haven't seen each other in ages.

What the hell.

- Wait here for another hour. - For what?

Did you say you were going to shut up?

There, shut up.

I don't know if I can. And there's no one to take over for me.

I won't take long. I need it.

It was 03:30, 03:35.

- Can I? - Yes, please.

But are you sure someone cut you off?

Of course.

You wouldn't be the first to see things these days.

- What do you mean? - Oh, nothing.

Conspiracy nonsense.

The smoke coming out of the manholes when it rains.

Someone breathed it in and made a huge post on Facebook

saying they started seeing strange things.

Everyone's sharing it.

But it's bullshit, like chemtrails, that kind of stuff.

Damn. I'll go see who it is.

Go with a second step.

Dad, what's happening?

I don't know. I'll be right back.

Please, stay back. One moment, ma'am. Just a moment.

Did you know him?

Poor guy.

Helver.

It was that animal. I'm sure of it.

And no one will do anything. In fact.

Dad?

Let's park in the garage.

Dad!

What is it?

I don't know.

Dad, here too!

Don't breathe this stuff. I'm going to Ferrini's.

- No, dad... - You stay in your room!

Mr. Ferrini?

He's dead.

Do you want to know the last thing he said before he died?

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

I'll distract him, you go behind and take his gun.

- Hell no. - Are you scared?

No, it's a dick move. He'll have a heart attack. - I get it, you're scared.

- Oh, I'm not scared! - Then you're an idiot.

The walkie-talkie at full volume.

- What the hell are we doing? - The walkie-talkie or nothing.

- Fine. Go around the pool. - Okay.

Don't shit yourself.

What do you say, brother? Feeling better, huh?

Want to become famous?

Oh, lo... Lower the gun.

Stop, Gianlu'!

It was just a joke.

It was a joke.

Gianlu'...

Gianlu'?

Tell me.

Dad...

I messed up, Dad.

I need you.

I need you, Dad.

It's not my problem anymore.

Marta.

Marta!

Are you there?

Marta?

Marta?

Here.

Sit here, love.

Mom.

Here. Love.

I missed you, Mom.

I missed you too.

Do you remember what I always told you?

You brought color to my life.

You are the kindest child in the world.

You were sweet.

Alive.

The most beautiful in the world.

Who cooked for me with love.

Who had a dream.

How did you end up here? How did you become like this?

Whose bed is this?

I'm sorry, mom.

This beard.

These eyes.

Look how dirty you are.

You're different.

You are not my son.

You are not my husband.

Who are you?

It's me, mom.

It's me...

You were the kindest child in the world.

The most beautiful.

The sweetest.

Now you are a failure.

You are empty.

My love.

It was him.

He left you alone.

And blamed you.

But it's all his fault.

We were a beautiful family.

And he ruined everything.

You know what to do.

You always knew.

No.

Free yourself.

How?

How?

I don't want to.

Yes, you do, my love.

Do it for yourself.

For Barbara.

It's not too late.

It's my turn.

Come on, dad, you're a "sauce wimp".

- Do we have to kill each other? - Yes. Exactly.

- You got it all. - Come on. It's us against the zombies.

- Oh my God. - Watch out.

But reload the gun, you're killing me.

How do I do it?

- Square. This one. - Ah.

My goodness. You're worse than France in 2006.

What are you saying? I don't understand you. - Yeah, Fabio Grosso...

- Who does he remind me of? - Who?

Franco. The butcher under our house in Rome. - He always tells that story.

But who is Franco?

They called him "the Trilussa of Prenestina".

I didn't understand a thing. "Hey kid, give me half a coin, let's go."

- You always tell everyone! - Well, it's fine.

- Enough, let me play. - No, why? No, no.

Stay calm! No, no, no!

No, come on!

Give it to me! Where is it?

- Stop! - First resist this, tough guy!

Stop! You're not tickling me, you're just hurting me!

- Hi, kids. - Stop!

- Good evening. - Hi, mom.

Run, or you'll die.

Mm.

Tired?

Mm. Dead.

The client is a marchioness, or so she says.

The daughter wants to get married by the sea, but she insists on the St. Regis.

The agency is in a meat grinder

and they asked me to hurry up with the bride.

- How did it go? - She hung up on me.

- Three times. - Nice.

Bitch.

But the mom is much nicer.

They opened a super restaurant in the center, you know?

They're looking for a chef.

I talked to them about you.

And why?

Like this. Shouldn't I have?

I don't understand what I have to do with it.

Nothing, I was just talking, like...

The topic came up, you do it for a living...

I already have a job.

And soon I'll have two.

I know.

Oh, we need to pick up Barbara.

But wasn't it at nine?

Yes, but Marinella just texted me.

Her daughter is vomiting in front of everyone.

No, that's not possible. I have to close the call for the agritourism.

I have a terrible headache...

It expires at midnight.

These are non-repayable grants.

Okay, I'll go.

Stop, stop. I'll come with you, mom.

Don't worry, stay with Gianluca.

- Anyway... - No, I was going.

- Do you have everything? - Yes. Good evening, thank you!

I haven't studied a damn thing for tomorrow.

- Why, do I know anything? - You have all A's.

- In what? - Yeah, right. Bye, Gianlu'.

Are you upset?

We'll make it.

Why don't you believe it?

Of course I believe it.

- Do you want me to drive? - Yeah, you'd like that.

You could have said no to him.

Smoking is bad for you.

Are you serious?

It gives you yellow teeth, wrinkles, a cough...

Ah! Now I understand why you're so ugly.

You couldn't have a prettier mom than me.

Yeah.

You should hear what your friends call me when you're not around.

- Why, what do they call you? - Well...

In certain ways.

Well, what? What ways?

- Nothing. - No, now you tell me what they call you.

- Why? - No, tell me!

- They call you... - You're little...

- Little? - Better you don't know.

- Grow up a bit more. - Alright.

Little... I'll handle this now.

You're just like your father.

- Marinella? - Oh, Cristina!

Flu.

She's been like this since this morning, but no way she'd miss the party.

- Great way to start an outbreak. - Of course.

Better an outbreak than tantrums all night.

- But how are you? You look awful! - Wonderful, look.

- Can I have some orange juice? - Sure, come.

- But why didn't you bring Thomas! - He's working.

Since we got that place outside Viterbo...

Oh right, the farmhouse!

What a great idea you had. When I told my husband, he went crazy.

- Mom? - Sweetie.

Can I take them home?

What are you going to do with all those balloons, Barbie?

I'll attach them to my bed, so when I sleep it looks like I'm flying.

Damn Disney.

They're Carlotta's. I'll buy you more.

But I want these.

How can you resist those big eyes?

Alright. But not all of them, they won't even fit in the car.

Not near your sister.

Ah!

Mom!

Dad?

Do you want to talk?

It's been a while since we talked, Dad.

A father must punish his son.

A father must punish his son when he does wrong.

Fuck you! Do you hear me?

Fuck you!

A father must always punish his son.

Dad?

Enrico?

Piece of shit!

Piece of shit!

You should have been in that damn car!

You should have died! You!

Open up!

Please!

Punish him.

Please, open up!

Punish him.

Dad?

Enrico?

Dad?

Dad...

Dad's not here.

And now you're screwed.

Help! - Do you want to know what I'll do to you now?

I'll cut your fingers off and see if you still talk big.

Fuck you!

Oh, yeah?

Dad! What are you doing?

Stop!

Stop it!

What the hell are you waiting for?

- Please, stop! I beg you! - Shoot!

- Shoot! - Dad!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

I hate you.

I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you.