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We're on call. Get downstairs in ten.

Coming?

I'll kick your fat ass out of there! Make me late and you'll see.

C'mon, get down.

Giacomo!

Answer you twat!

Is that crap there too?

Gia'!

Giacomo!

You idiot!

I. EVAPORATION

How long to the hotel?

Just a few minutes.

Why is he going so slow?

Enough, it hurts too much.

What are you doing today at school?

- I've got a test, sis. - I've got a test too.

Tough, huh?

- What an idiot. - What an idiot.

KILLER SPREE IN THE ANCIENT SEWERS OF ROME

Fuck you!

Their good mornings...

Alarm: Breakfast for Ferrini.

Barbara and I are late. Can you stop by Ferrini?

No.

- Why? - I'm late too.

- Bye beautiful. - Bye.

It's the test.

Yesterday, the teacher gave Carlotta a demerit.

Why?

She was talking about the Babylonians and Carlotta started using her phone.

- Ooh... - Stop! I'll call the police!

What the fuck are you doing?

Send him off!

Go away!

- Dad, what does he want from Helver? - Move off!

- Chuck him out! - Go away!

- What has he done? - He can't stay! Period.

Fuck off and stink out the station with your friends!

Aren't you ashamed?

Hey dick-head, leave him alone!

- What was that kiddo? - Calm down.

You allow that cripple to speak like that?

Just go and let him be, he's done nothing to you.

Try me. You already know what'll happen.

Fucking commies, just see what happens to you.

We've got physio after school.

We go there and nothing ever happens.

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

Okay...

- Listen, you're not doing me a favour. - Thomas!

Hi Marinella.

- I'll take the princess to class. - No, we're fine.

No hassle! You always have so much to do, don't worry.

- Girls, wait for me! - Bye love.

I almost forgot! I really wanted to show you.

It's online since yesterday. What do you think?

AGRITOURISM "IL CORIMBO"

It looks good.

We already have reservations for Easter, amazing!

Anyway, I must go, it's late.

You're clearly invited to spend a weekend. What do you think?

Maybe.

Young man, if you put that back right away, I'll pretend I didn't see you.

What are we coming to...

We're coming to you

fucking off as you should. The old hag just had to fuck me off.

This shitty old hag.

This shitty old hag.

Ma'am, I'm asking for a favour. I only have two items.

- I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry too. - I only have to pay for these.

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

They're waiting for me, it's a medical emergency, but fine.

Fine!

I didn't think you were going to make it.

Sometimes I envy you...

You don't get to see what has become of people out there.

You envy me?!

The Frenchman showed up, are you happy now dad?

You should see him scream when I change his IV.

You'd just as soon kill me.

Then you can sell everything and squander the money.

These injections make him say a load of crap.

Best you treat him.

The worst thing about not being able to move

is seeing him everyday just waiting for me to kick the bucket.

What's wrong?

Just thinking.

- Random thoughts. - Bad ones?

Almost all of them.

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

You're healthy, you're employed, you have two kids...

It was better before.

Yeah, it was better before, but in life it's always better before.

- Will you knock it off with these alarms? - How?

- These are my days. - And what's next today?

Cleaning.

You know what? I'd love you as a wife.

Don't think so. I can't remember how to make love anymore.

Ball!

- Ball! - Wake up!

Ball, please! C'mon pass the ball.

There you go.

C'mon now, move it.

- What the fuck?! - Why do we get these morons!

What is he doing with that phone?

Put that thing away, you moron. What's your problem?

Go get that ball before we kick the shit out of you!

Hey, asshole!

And now, go fuck yourselves.

Destruction

Hey, what are you doing?

If you don't get out of here, I'll have to call the police.

Big fucking deal.

Please, just get out of here, I'm asking you nicely.

So, let me get this straight. You stand guard over an abandoned swimming pool?

- They pay me. - How much?

- Is it loaded? - What?

I bet you don't know how to shoot.

You shoot?

Shoot, why don't you shoot me? Go ahead, shoot me.

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

you don't have the guts, you're an asshole.

You know what? You think you're all superheroes,

with your pretty uniform, your walkie-talkie, that holster...

With that fat cunt face of yours, huh?

You, you're just nothing.

You're caged, dude.

Bye.

Hey, keep it up, you never know...

Bye.

Hey. Hi. How are you?

Can I come by?

Yes now. Come on, come on...

Please, it's about to rain, I'll be right over.

Okay. Okay. I'm coming. I'm coming.

What did you do today?

- You'll end up being beaten to death. - Whatever...

Your father doesn't say anything?

He used to get really pissed...

- And now? - Now?

What is someone who's fucked his family supposed to say?

Listen, I don't care about shit.

Just Barbara. And you.

- Do you like the sea? - Of course I like it.

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

- Where? Santa Marinella? - Wherever you want.

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

Why don't you marry me?

Come on.

Give me my fifty euros, I have another guy coming.

Yes.

They're in my jacket, take them.

Gotta piss and I'll leave you to your other guy.

because the volume on the tv was too loud.

Marta Pannone live. This is what happened.

The tv volume was too loud

and it triggered a fight which ended in a drama

yesterday, in the late morning, at via degli Ausoni

in the San Lorenzo neighbourhood of Rome.

A 75 years old man stabbed his sons of 25 and 26...

One at the chest and one at the abdomen, with a kitchen knife.

According to initial findings,

the 75 years old was staying in the home of his ex-wife and their sons.

A stormy tense relationship. They were sitting at the table...

He apparently turned on the tv on full volume. His son asked him to turn it off.

What's the matter?

Do you realise that you scream all day long?

- I'm really sorry. - I'll call the cops if you don't cut it out.

I'm extremely sorry.

My wife is sick, she suffers from severe depression.

Can I help you out?

No, unfortunately.

No, don't come in, I beg you.

Ma'am...

We won't bother you anymore, just leave us alone!

And what are you?

Did you fall in or what? Hurry up.

Relax Barbara.

Her progress is slower than we expected.

Barbara is strong-willed but it takes more than that.

To me it's as if she doesn't care at all.

As if she only does it for me.

That's normal, that's how children react.

At that age they tend to shut down under pressure.

I want to see her walk again.

Truth is you don't drive with a headache.

It can be dangerous.

What did you say?

That there's hope.

Mom also gave me this, but I don't know what it is.

Chicken. Do you like it?

- Stop! - Stop you bastard!

II. CONDENSATION

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

I didn't say anything.

It's delicious.

Why are you two acting like this?

Well, we're two men under the same roof.

You've got a lot of patience, don't you?

But mom doesn't like it when you two 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 honey.

But Enrico isn't reasonable.

He does stupid things.

He doesn't know when to stop.

I don't know when to stop, huh?

- Close the door, all the heat is coming out! - No, say it again.

Enrico isn't reasonable, he does stupid things... Say it again!

Try scaring your sister like that another time and...

And what? You're gonna beat me up? Huh?

I wish you'd hit me instead of moping around with that look of yours every day. Hit me!

- Go to your room. - Go to your room. Is that all you can say?

You know how pathetic you are? You and your fucking alarms, I pity you.

- You've screwed everything up since mom... - I'm not going to repeat myself, Enrì.

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

It's my fault if you have a shitty job, my fault if your cooking is shit.

It's my fault if you're a fucking failure.

You only have one fault.

You piece of shit.

Fuck you.

I hope you die. You piece of shit.

Thank you.

Don't forget the money, you didn't take it yesterday.

That's too much.

Stop letting your pride win and just realise that it makes you lose.

Come on.

- What the fuck... - Fuck you! I'm working.

- Can I come in? - No!

- Please, let me come in. - No, you can't.

- C'mon, let me come in. - No.

- No. - Please.

What the fuck are you doing? Hurry up!

Enrico, I don't know what you're looking for, but it's not me.

Darling, how are you?! I don't want to disturb...

Darling, forgive me for contacting you this late, but...

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

Darling, can I call?

I wanted to tell you something, but... given the time...

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

Who taught you to drive!

You're suspended until further notice.

The company has to answer to a passenger's complaint.

But I got cut off.

We were going to crash full on, I hit the brakes just in time.

Did you see the plate? No.

And there are no witnesses as far as I know.

You can't suspend me. Not right now.

Look Thomas

I know this isn't your trade, that you've had a rough year...

Nobody regrets this as much as I do.

You regret this?

Stay at home with the kids a bit. Get some rest.

Look I'll rest all day tomorrow.

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

- I can't afford it. - Enough.

- I have two kids. - Please.

I beg you.

- I beg you. - Enough.

Fuck!

Daddy...

Alarm: Barbara

Sorry I was sad yesterday.

I had a beautiful dream, I'm much better now.

Are you better now too?

Can we have breakfast first?

No sweetie.

Dad, what are you doing? Dad!

Dad I'm scared!

You seem to like it.

You seem used to that chair.

I've had enough.

Enough of playing it fine. Enough smiling. There's nothing to smile about.

Keep those legs straight!

- Daddy... - I can't stand seeing you like this anymore.

It's driving me crazy...

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

- Please... - It makes me want to kill him!

Sweetie?

Forgive me... Forgive me...

I want to be able to walk dad.

I know sweetie.

Can we have breakfast?

Of course sweetheart.

And can you make peace with Enrico?

- Hi. - Good morning sis.

Your breath stinks.

It might be yours turning back into your nose.

- Stop it. - It might be your feet.

They're really smelly.

Yeah, it's your feet that really stink...

Did you wash this morning?

- I'll get breakfast in front of school. - But it's really good.

Dad? Can we give Enrico a ride to school today?

Blood-filled hours in Rome. Last night's riots resulted in the death of eight people.

A sanitation truck hit a motorcyclist at six on the Via Appia at six this morning.

This is only one of many violent episodes that have shaken the Capital for days.

Close by, in Via Ruggero Bonghi, a tragic event took place inside a beauty saloon

where the owner stabbed his business partner seventeen times in the chest.

The man bled to death before getting to the hospital.

Dad can you turn it off?

Investigations are still underway to understand the dynamics of the incident.

Dad, could you please turn it off?

The madness that has taken over this city

- seems inexplicable. - Daddy!

Thanks, it was scary.

Dude hurry up, it's green!

Bro'...

You're alive!

Hi Gianlu.

You don't know how much I missed you bro'.

C'mon, when they'll all see you it's going to be havoc. Let's go!

I'm not coming in Gianlu.

I'm only here to make my sister happy.

Make me happy too, okay?

Well, at least answer my messages so you can tell me what the fuck you do all day.

I can tell you right now.

- But... What's the point? - Does there have to be?

Of course.

- Then consider it a sort of philosophy. - Meaning?

- I mean... - You think you're Socrates now?

Let me explain!

I think no one cares about anyone, that's it.

But we're all forced to be together, do you think that's fair?

- Mmm... I guess not. - No, trust me, it's not okay.

I know it doesn't sound nice, but honestly...

I don't feel like smiling at the cashier, leaving my seat to some old guy on the bus,

queue, do my homework, be nice and friendly.

Gianlu, I'm not nice and friendly. I wanna do what the fuck I want.

In the end, anyway, we're all just going to die.

So you steal mannequins from the Chinese store.

Exactly.

I'm sorry, but you say you don't care and then you go searching for approval online?

- I'm not looking for anyone's approval. - And what are you looking for?

Nothing.

Want some?

No, I don't.

- Your sister? - Growing.

Your dad? Is he still a personal chef?

I just remembered your dad when I asked him if it was McDonald's and...

- Take a video of me Gianlu. - What for?

Just do it.

What are you doing?

- And he laughs... - You do it too Gianlu. Here.

- No. - C'mon Gianlu, do it!

No bro! I'm not going to throw up in the middle of the pool!

- I'm not going to throw up in... - We used to do everything together Gianlu!

- Everything! - What the fuck is everything. What, huh?

Smoking weed at the park? Playing video games in your room? What? Tell me. Explain.

Then go jerk off playing video games. Just leave me alone, I've had enough!

- Don't you dare touch me, fucking psycho. - Shut the fuck up Gianlu!

- You don't tell me to shut up! You shut up! - Just shut up Gianlu!

- Fuck off. - You go fuck yourself, asshole!

- You think too much Gianlu! - And you just don't think at all.

You think too much. You're caged in, Gianlu. Caged in.

Listen come here.

Hey! Come back here!

Stop! You want to talk? I'm here, let's talk.

Just stop being a fucking psycho. I'm not going to throw up in the middle of the pool

but if you want to do something I'm here, we haven't seen each other in ages.

For fuck's sake.

- We're going to wait here another hour. - For what?

You said you were going to shut up!

All right, shut up.

I don't think I can... I don't have anyone who can cover for me.

I'll be fast. I need it.

It was around 3:30 to 3:35 in the morning.

- May I? - Yes.

Are you sure someone cut you off?

Of course.

You wouldn't be the first one seeing things lately.

- How's that? - Nothing. Usual conspiracy theory bullshit.

The smoke that comes out of the manholes when it rains.

A guy on Facebook says he breathed it and started seeing weird shit.

Everyone's sharing his posts.

Bullshit, like chemtrails and that kind of stuff.

Shit! I'll go see who it is.

Now take a second step...

I don't know anymore what's real and what's fake...

I see things that hurt... I just feel anger... I'm afraid of myself.

I need to talk to you

Dad what's happening?

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

Please calm down.

Just one sec...

Poor guy, he was so quiet...

Helver...

It's that beast, I'm sure of it.

And nobody's going to do anything.

Dad?

We'll park in the garage.

Dad!

What is it?

I don't know.

Daddy it's in here too!

Don't breathe in this stuff.

- I'm going to check on Ferrini. - No daddy...

Just stay in your room!

Mr. Ferrini?

He's dead.

You know what's the last thing he said before dying?

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Your name.

Okay, I'll get his attention, you come in and grab his pistol from behind.

- Fuck no. - Scared?

No, it's stupid. We'll give him a heart attack.

- All right I get it, you're afraid Gianlu. - Stop saying I'm afraid, I'm not.

- Then you're jerk. - I can go for his walkie-talkie at best.

- The fuck are we going to do with that? - It's that or nothing.

Whatever. Go around the pool. Don't shit your pants.

What's up bro? You feel better now?

Feel like being famous?

Hey put... put that gun down.

Gianlu stop!

It... it was just a prank.

Just a prank.

Gianlu...

Gianlu?

What?

Dad...

I fucked up dad.

LOST CALL

I need you.

I need you dad.

It's no longer my problem.

MESSAGE CANCELED FREE YOURSELF!

BLAME HIM

Marta...

Marta! Are you there?

Marta?

Marta?

Come.

Sit here. My love.

Mom...

Here sweetheart.

I missed you so much mom.

I missed you too.

Remember what I used to say to you?

You gave meaning to my life.

You are the sweetest boy in the world.

You were gentle... Alive.

the most handsome...

the one that cooked for me with so much love...

- The one who had a dream... - How did you end up here?

How did you wind up like this?

Whose bed is this?

I'm sorry mom...

This beard...

Those eyes...

Look how dirty you are.

You are different.

You are not my son.

You are not my husband.

Who are you?

It's me, mom.

It's me...

You were the sweetest boy in the world...

The most handsome...

The most gentle.

Now you're a failure.

You're empty.

My love.

It was him.

He left you alone...

And blamed it on you.

But it's all his fault.

We were a beautiful family.

And he ruined everything.

You know what to do...

You've always known.

No...

Free yourself.

- How? - How?

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

My love.

Do it for yourself.

For Barbara.

It's not too late.

AGRITOURISM IL CORIMBO PROJECT

- My turn. - C'mon dad, you're terrible.

- Do we have to kill each other? - Cool. You've figured it out.

Cut him some slack. It's me and you against the zombies.

- OMG... - Careful.

Dad you gotta reload the gun or you'll die.

- How do I do that? - Press square, here.

Geez, you're worse than France in '06.

- I don't get your slang. - Yeah, Fabio Grosso...

You know who he reminds me of? Franco

at the delicatessen by our first place in Rome.

Who's Franco?

They used to call him the poet of Prenestina. I couldn't understand a word he said.

"Hey mate, gimme some Bees and Honey"

- He tells this story to everyone. - Fair enough.

- C'mon, let me play now. - No, no! Why? No, be nice!

No, no, no, no, just let me play!

- Give it to me! Where is it? Stop! - Try resisting this, you little punk!

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

Hello, children.

- Stop it! - Good evening.

Hello mom.

Tired?

Dead tired.

The client is a Marquise, or at least that's what she says.

Her daughter wants to get married by the seaside,

while she's set on the St. Regis...

The agency ended up in the meat-grinder and the boss asked me

to mediate with the bride.

- So how'd it go? - She hung up on me. Three times.

- Ladylike. - Bitch.

Anyway, the mother is much nicer.

They have a super restaurant downtown.

They're looking for a chef. I mentioned you.

Why?

I just did... I shouldn't have?

I just don't see the point.

Well. We were just chatting.

- It's your profession, so... - I already have a job.

Soon I'm going to have two.

I know.

We have to go pick up Barbara...

- Wasn't it at nine? - Marinella just send me a message.

Her daughter is throwing up in front of everyone.

I have to finish the grant application.

My head is killing me...

The deadline is at midnight. It's soft money we don't need to give back.

Alright, I'll go.

End the game. I'll come with you mom.

- Don't worry, stay with Gianluca. - No, Gianluca...

I was about to leave anyway.

- Have you got your stuff? - Yes. Good evening and thanks again!

- Oh god, I didn't study shit for tomorrow. - Why, did I?

- Oh shut up, your grades are tops. - No way.

Whatever. See ya Gianlu.

Are you upset?

We'll get there.

Why don't you believe it?

Of course I do.

- Do you want me to drive? - You wish.

You could've sent him.

Smoking is bad for you.

Are you serious?

It makes your teeth yellow, causes wrinkles, cough...

Now I know why you're so ugly.

- You couldn't be gifted with a prettier mom. - Yes.

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

Why, what do they say?

It's very flattering.

- Like what? What? - Nothing...

Now, tell me what they say about you. Tell me what they say!

- They say... - You're too young.

- Too young? - It's better if you don't know.

- You need to grow a bit. - Whatever.

Too young... I'll fix this now.

You're just like your father...

- Marinella? - Cristina!

It's the flu. She's been sick since this morning

but didn't want to miss out on the party.

A great way to create an outbreak.

I'd rather create an outbreak than listen to her whining.

- How are you? You look tired! - Really great...

- Can I have some orange soda? - Sure.

- You should have asked Thomas to come! - He's working.

Ever since we bought that place outside Viterbo...

Ah, the farm!

What a great idea, when I told my husband he was ecstatic.

- Mommy? - Honey.

Can I take these home?

What could you possibly do with all those balloons, Barbie...

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

Thanks Disney...

- Those are Carlotta's. I'll buy you others. - But I want these.

Who can resist those eyes?

Alright. But not all of them, they'll never fit in the car.

Not next to your sister.

III. PRECIPITATION

Dad?

You feel like a chat?

It's been a while since we've talked, isn't it dad?

A father must punish his son.

A father must punish his son when he does wrong.

Fuck you! You hear me? Fuck you!

A father must always punish his son.

Daddy?

Enrico?

Piece of shit! You piece of shit!

It should've been you in that fucking car.

It should've been you who died. You! You!

Open the door!

Please!

- Punish him. - Please open the door!

Punish him.

DINNER FOR FERRINI

Daddy?

Enrico?

Daddy?

Daddy...

Daddy's not here.

And now you're fucked.

- Help! - You wanna know what's next?

I'll cut your fingers off and then we'll see if you still wanna act tough.

Fuck you!

Oh, yeah?

Daddy!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Stop!

What the fuck are you waiting for?

Shoot. Shoot...

Shoot me!

Daddy!

Stop it!

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!

I hate you...