Original subtitles

Hello!

Hi, Sandra!

Thank you for coming.

Good evening everyone!

Hi.

- Giovanni, you came! - I couldn't miss it.

- Best wishes! - Matilde, thank you.

- Now I want to dance with the president. - No!

Alfredo, that's an order!

- I don't know how to dance! - Come on!

Hi!

Stop!

My love! My president!

Now you come dance with me.

I'll rub it in your face!

Love!

Sorry.

- It's Niccolo. - What a drag!

Ready?

Hello, Niccolo?

Tell me.

What?

How did it happen?

When did it happen?

I'll be right there. Bye.

- Honey, are you here? - Something terrible happened.

- I have to go... - Now?

- My son called me... - There's cake!

Dolores, bring the cake! Let's go!

- Best wishes! - Thank you.

Love, help me.

How lovely! Thank you, love.

Good evening.

Mom?

Too late.

Just like that, all of a sudden?

- Lia? - Leave me alone!

I'm sorry, Agata, we've been arguing for years about my tardiness...

and I didn't even arrive on time to say goodbye to you one last time.

But we were fine, at least until the children were born!

Children, yes...

Now they already look so big!

And this little one? I'm seeing her here for the second time.

I should be his grandfather, but it's already difficult for me to be a father!

I'm a stranger in here...

like when I left home, many years ago.

They never forgave me.

What's going on?

The Finance Police are here, Mr. Picchioni.

- There's a check. - Why?

These are monthly changes on some funds.

These are Picchioni's customers.

It's me!

I am Picchioni!

- Nadia, what's going on? - Praise you!

- What? - Questioned over there!

Why do you talk like that?

I can't resist. There's a bad atmosphere!

- Woodpeckers? - Excuse me?

- Can I talk to you? - Sure.

If you want, you can call a lawyer.

I have nothing to hide.

- Follow me. - Yes.

- Do I need a lawyer? - I don't know.

I didn't do anything!

These are special clients followed by Laudati.

My operations have always been clear.

Indeed Laudati is in trouble.

- Will we all be investigated? - If she has nothing to do with it...

- No, it's all clear. - Then you have nothing to fear.

Captain, we're done.

Good morning.

Pack your things and leave the office.

No computers. Leave your cell phones on your desk.

Praise be with us.

Alfredo...

- What did you do? - I don't know.

- Gemma? - Love!

Not on that one!

- Sorry. Here? - Yes!

I have news: I am not among the suspects.

What great news! Then we can go to Sardinia and relax.

But what Sardinia!

We don't have a single euro left! We have nothing!

- And my money? - The Finance Police blocked it.

Your investments ended up in a Laudati account in Fiji.

You'll never see them again. Do you understand?

You didn't know anything?

None of us knew!

My money is gone too!

That asshole forged 40 signatures!

That's all.

What do we do now?

We have to make sacrifices and try with the lawyer to get the money back.

At least a decent amount.

- There's another problem. - Again?

- | guys. - Which ones?

| my children. I have children, Gemma!

I can't pay the rent on their apartment anymore.

So?

​​They'll have to stay with us for a while.

Are you crazy? Me, you and your children?

- And my niece Aisha. - Too!

- Lia has a daughter... - Then?

I ask for your understanding and flexibility.

This is not the time for controversy.

Please be understanding.

I'm going to find a good lawyer now, because I want my money back!

I will open it!

We'll get them back! That's not true...

What do you want? Go away!

Via!

- Not on that one! - This shop is a joke!

- You broke an 800 euro chair! - Fuck you.

Gemma and my children couldn't understand.

The money left was enough for a few months...

but I trusted in the esteem of my customers.

I had to commit and show courage.

The watchwords were: strength, courage and optimism!

Good morning.

Nice shot!

Aren't you ashamed to come here? You made me lose 430,000 euros.

I too have suffered damage, but I have never been investigated.

I came to ask you if you want to join a new fund...

which I'm trying to fit into.

Can I talk to you about this for a moment?

Do something...

- Yes... - Go fuck yourself!

- Don't scream like that. - Get him off the field!

Actually, walk him out.

You don't shout like that, for God's sake!

- What are you doing? - Excuse me!

- Don't put it there! - Where was it? Here...

- No! - Then put it on yourselves!

The original song was in G.

No, it was in A, I'll let you hear it later.

Good morning!

Dolores, what are these boxes?

They moved today, ma'am.

Whose piano is this? It's ugly!

It has nothing to do with design!

That's my mother's piano.

- Yes, but it doesn't fit here. - Where would you put it?

Nowhere, it's a question of furniture!

- That way you'll get the whole floor wet! - It'll dry.

They make me sleep in the gym!

- Do you know who hates the piano? - Who?

The one with the high heels at the funeral.

Dad's friend.

He's already breaking my balls!

Come on, let's put it there.

- Federico! - Darling, what's happening?

- Do you like the piano there? - No.

But it's an object very dear to them. Patience is needed; It's a difficult time.

- What are you doing? - We obey the mistress.

She hates her mom's piano!

I just said he wasn't feeling well there.

- Don't scratch the floor! - That way the mistress is happy!

- Can you call me "mistress"? - It's a joke...

You are a man without balls!

- Dolores? - Yes, sir.

- Do you think I'm a man without balls? - A little.

This was just the first day of the new life in the Picchioni household.

- Gemma, can I use the bathroom? - Busy!

Lia, can I use the bathroom? > Busy!

Dolores, I'm going to your bathroom because everyone here is busy!

- There's a bad atmosphere. - Very bad!

You'll send me to the neurologist!

Nothing was the same again. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Please, love, sleep.

Please, go to sleep.

Please sleep.

- What's happening? - Help me, please!

I have to finish a translation, otherwise they won't pay me tomorrow!

- Come on. - No, Mom!

You destroyed mommy!

You destroyed us too!

- Mom... - Now let's go to mom's...

- Are you crazy to open like that? - Sorry.

Then you can't come back at 4 in the morning!

Leave it alone! Give it to me!

- Hello, Aisha. - Who is the lady?

- Veronica. - She's an angel!

- You should see how it flies. - Forgive me, too many beers tonight.

- I'll put him to bed and go. - No, she's sleeping with me.

Do as you wish, you're in charge now!

Aren't you ashamed in front of your father?

What kind of life awaits me? What an ugly house!

Well done, Gemma! - What kind of life awaits us?

That's the same sentence I said. What a life I...

What kind of life awaits us...

There was chaos in the house.

Gemma and I no longer had any autonomy or privacy.

A disaster!

- Good morning. - Good morning, José.

Look how many shoes this bitch has.

- Love... Gemma? - I'm not at ease anymore.

Feel how peaceful it is this morning! Things have calmed down.

They have become disciplined, which is a great success.

You have to be patient. I miss you so much, you know that?

What's up?

Aisha, don't hide under | beds.

We were in company!

You bastard. Sorry!

He didn't even knock! Is this peace to you?

- She's a boor. - There will be no peace here anymore!

She's a boorish girl... She's a boorish girl!

Dolores' situation was also in the balance.

Very much in the balance... - Damn little ball!

- What happened? - Did she fall?

- The leg! - This one?

- No. - This one here?

- Don't touch it! How did you slip? - The ball!

Collect your daughter's toys!

Don't scream!

I'll scream instead! You're a pain in the ass!

It's just a knock, Dolores.

It's nothing, don't worry.

Where are you taking her? Don't tell her!

Which hospital? Otherwise he'll take me home!

Not even my sincere apologies made her stay.

In fact, he sued me and won.

Lia! Go to your mother! ELECTRIC GUITAR SOUND.

- You don't yell at a little girl! - Look at my tricks.

- You're crazy. He's three years old. - No one can touch my things!

Guglielmo, is there room in your company? NICCOLÒ AND GEMMA ARE FIGHTING.

Fuck you!

What did you say?

You're not supposed to touch me, do you understand?

- Whore! - Don't you ever dare again!

Guglielmo, sorry, I'll call you back. What's up?

- What happened? - Did you hear from your son?

- I heard "whore," who was it? - Yes! I told myself!

Sometimes I like to call myself a whore!

We can't go on like this!

- What do you have to do with her? - Why are you interfering?

Seize the opportunity.

You're a pain in the ass!

Your son called me a "whore" and you kept quiet.

Do you know what this means?

Gemma!

Gemma, you've seen what my son looks like.

That's strange. What was I supposed to say?

Nothing, I already understood everything!

They're just kids whose mother died.

My wife died!

- "She's dead to me!" How do you say that? - It's a figure of speech.

You never mentioned your wife and kids...

- Now you want to be a father? - I don't like this sentence!

So you don't understand... Where are you going?

I understood everything instead!

Stay here.

No. The taxi is waiting for me downstairs.

Our story was over anyway.

What kind of relationship ends when faced with the first serious problem?

The problem was that I was losing authority with my children.

They had such an annoying attitude, maybe they did it on purpose.

It was a way to get revenge.

They always made me look like an idiot.

I would like to know who drills at seven in the morning?

I It's crazy.

I have to deliver four translations tomorrow or I'll lose this job.

Do something!

Now it's going to stop, it can't go on! DRILLING NOISE.

Guys, did you call the plumber about the dishwasher?

I'm looking for a hostel. That's not possible.

They've been doing the work for two days.

Now I'll go and talk to him politely.

Don't drink from the bottle!

How does it occur to you to operate a drill at 7.15 in the morning?

Don't you know there's another family here?

The lady isn't here, I'm doing the housework.

- Aren't you the owner? - No.

Then tell the lady that no work can be done before eight.

Okay, it's my fault...

I got confused because it's already 8:15am in Bucharest.

Then move the clock from Bucharest to Rome!

All right! Then...

Yes, certainly...

Excuse me?

Are you also an expert in household appliances?

Sure! I fix everything. Washing machines, blenders...

dishwashers, everything!

We have a leak in the dishwasher.

- If you could check... - Of course, I'm available!

- Do you want to come now? - Now?

- Maybe! - Okay. I'll get the keys.

Opla!

Guys, she's not the lady of the house.

But it was you who made the mess! I'm sorry.

The lady is from Bucharest and knows how to do repairs.

Then I thought about the dishwasher. It's back there.

I'm going to see.

- There's a leak. - I'll take it out.

The problem is the gasket. I'm not sure, but...

Sorry, but when you take it out it makes noise.

Unfortunately it makes noise.

Now we need the parrot.

Let's go see what's down there...

Attention!

Done! It was too loose a bolt.

You need the 12 bolt and washer, otherwise it will come out again with the vibrations.

Thank you.

We thank Mrs...

Luisa Tombolini, nice to meet you. I'm your new neighbor.

Tombolini?

I'm the new neighbor.

Sorry! I made this up...

At first she was aggressive and I got scared.

Sorry for the noise, I thought it was later.

But don't worry, I'm done.

- Goodbye then. - Thanks.

But who is he? He spoke Romanian for an hour!

His offer is ridiculous.

For the whole night, it's too little.

These are the minimum rates, believe me.

- Dad, what are you doing? - I think she's a prostitute.

- I don't hear anything. - She's a whore. Listen!

Yes, but it's very physical work.

So, 250 all night?

- 250 is very little! - How do you know?

These things are known.

So 250 all night.

All right.

So she hears us too.

I don't know, this apartment has been empty for three years.

Be careful when you play, though.

What a drag! What does this house look like?

The other house was much better.

We can't pay for it anymore! Still with that house!

- Good morning. - What would you like?

Zucchini, potatoes, tomatoes, apples, lemons.

- How many? - Six kilos!

- Are you sure? - Yes, my daughter wrote it.

Let's not argue with her because I already have problems with her.

- You're a big family! - She wrote it...

It's eating up a whole apartment building!

Give me this stuff!

Leave the little girl alone in the kitchen?

There are open drawers and the knife. Lia!

- What happened? I was on the phone. - You can't just leave her here like this!

I wonder where I get it from! It must be hereditary.

- Did you buy an entire campaign? - I followed your list.

- I gained six kilos of everything. - Not kilos, Kiwi!

- You're hopeless! - What does it say?

Kiwi. Change your glasses.

You've pissed me off!

Now the three of us are going to have a nice talk!

Don't scream, I'll take Aisha to bed and I'll come!

What a drag!

Have I made you miss something over the years?

You're right, we've never missed the monthly transfer...

while you were hanging out with twenty-year-olds!

My love for Gemma was true.

- He has feelings! - Not "he", I'm dad!

A father who made a thousand sacrifices!

- Don't play the victim. - You left...

without asking what we and Mom were thinking.

I'm not proud of what I did, but I had my reasons.

After you were born, I no longer existed for your mother.

She had two kids to raise! You're just self-centered!

What do we have to do to repay you? Make the beds and set the table?

All right.

Do you know what I can't stand about this conversation?

We're talking about bank transfers, checks, cleaning...

but nobody thinks of our mother!

- What does it have to do with it, Mom? - She was the best of all of us!

Fuck you!

Let's put it underneath.

Aisha, I'll show you something.

Guard.

"Water the plants"...

They didn't water anything. They're both assholes.

The last one is always the most beautiful.

I was talking about the cigarette.

When I smoked, the last cigarette of the day was always the best.

Then I stopped.

I'd like to quit too, but it doesn't seem like the right time.

Goodnight, goodbye!

- Don't worry. - What?

Tomorrow the problems will seem smaller.

Okay...

- I'm coming back, good night! - Excuse me...

Without meaning to, I heard the argument he had with his children.

- Did you hear everything? - The walls here look like tissue paper.

Maybe they're right.

No no?

You don't talk to a father like that, even if he's made serious mistakes.

- I know something about it. - Of course.

- Good night, miss. - Would a beer help you?

- No, I have to get up early. - A beer, so he can relax a bit.

- I have so many things to do. - Courage!

- I'll climb over and get her. - No!

- Actually, you're stepping over her! - But how?

Do you want someone to see you come into my house in your pajamas?

No, that's the last thing I want!

Let's put some glass and bricks here, we can't look at each other...

You climb over, it's easy.

- My right leg is out of order... - Come on!

I fell off my motorbike.

You have to take it slowly and pull it towards

you like the armrest of a record player.

- He's as agile as a cat! - Slow down... Oh my God!

- I can't look under... - Help?

- Like this! - No, he didn't understand!

Lightly, towards oneself...

- Those slippers are cute. - Leave them alone and help me!

Piano...

- This is my house. - Very beautiful.

Here I removed the wall to give light.

- We heard when he did it! - I'm sorry.

I'm alone, one room is enough for me.

This is a beautiful space.

"Did you have fun with my husband? You ruined a family."

- "We have two small children!" - Oh my God! He calls at all hours!

- Damn you! - "You're a whore!"

I'm so sorry, I'm mortified.

These are the drawbacks of his job, some husbands throw away money like this.

- What job? - We know your rates well.

Good night, I'm going home. Thanks for the evening.

I don't have the keys, it's better if I go back through the terrace.

Excuse me, but what did you understand before?

Do you think I'm a slut?

- Everyone understood it! - Who?

With these walls, the whole condominium.

That was a woman who haunts me...

because I had to fire my husband!

Look at me carefully, do I look like a prostitute to you?

No.

I turn around companies on the brink of disaster...

and sometimes they even call me to fire me.

- Are you a "head cutter"? - Exactly!

I apologize for the misunderstanding. I beg your pardon.

But she doesn't look like a head-cutter!

- Do I look like a slut? - No!

The woman on the phone is crazy, but she's right to be exasperated!

But she doesn't know that it's not my fault, but the company's!

I feel so like shit...

that I spend my evenings looking for jobs for those I fired!

The rates were about this!

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

So she quits and then finds work again in...

I try, I try, I try! At least I try!

Find me a job then, I'm unemployed too!

Please go to sleep! Come on, it's late.

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

Please! It's my fault, it wasn't a great night...

No, maybe it's my fault. Sorry, I have a problem with my leg...

- You manage! Go! - I manage...

That trial against me seemed to have changed things...

but it was just an appearance. I was trying...

but I couldn't communicate with my children.

By now I was beginning to feel humiliated by myself.

So it's not an administrative job?

The night porter! The ones behind the counter?

No, the person who reported me must have made a mistake.

No, this is not a job for me.

I fixed it. Now you can play, try it?

- Now pay me! - You're crazy!

I don't want money, I want your CD...

I listen to you and tell you if you're good or a "dud".

All right.

- But you have to be honest. - Of course!

- Hi. - Thanks!

- Dad needed someone like that! - She would never be with Dad!

Already...

What a mess!

Guys? Are you there?

Have you mistaken this house for a landfill?

What a drag!

Does it seem normal to you that there are leftovers from breakfast at this time?

- Is it normal? - I have a daughter and a job!

- What did you do today? - I rang.

Perfect! It was hard to get the cups...

and put them in the dishwasher? - No.

- Was it tiring, was it heavy? - No.

How heavy those cups are!

I sent a text message at 8:46 am saying...

that I would be late.

All you had to do was open the freezer...

take the package of cordon bleu, put it in the oven...

and wait for it to thaw.

- Was it complicated? Don't interrupt. - Sorry...

If two twenty-year-olds don't know how to defrost food...

and prepare a decent dinner, Oo they are inept or they are very spoiled!

- Can I talk? - Yes.

- Did you remove the plastic? - What?

- The plastic packaging! - You can't put it in the oven.

Go, go!

- I didn't see the plastic. Sorry... - Of course!

The warm season is coming, where will you go camping?

I'm not thinking about holidays, with the crisis...

Don't be so dramatic!

Mr. Marchini, profits have dropped by 30%.

Yes I know.

The ownership does not want to close this location.

Many families would be ruined.

- Sure. - Someone has to make a sacrifice.

- Do you know who can do it? - No!

Competent people, those who have distinguished themselves, like you.

Sorry, but I don't understand.

She is a valuable asset to this company.

We are sure that by asking her to make a sacrifice...

she will be able to find another job right away.

- Are you firing me because I'm good? - Don't be emotional...

be rational.

- Do you want some water? - No, thanks.

Goodbye, Mr. Marchini.

Until we meet again!

It's 120 euros.

Hello? How are you? Good, thanks.

- I didn't understand. - There are people in line!

A job as a salesman is also fine.

I've spent my life convincing clients to buy stocks...

bonds, to manage assets.

Excuse me, the child is throwing a tantrum.

- What happened? - This is not our daughter!

Lia, come down and help me, I have the packages and the wheelchair.

Why are you screaming? Let's go to Mom.

- There was someone with a stroller. - Who?

- A gentleman with glasses. - This is not our little girl!

Lia, help me. I'll get the packages, you take the stroller and Aisha.

- What did you do? - What?

- Where is my daughter? - They switched my pram!

- How? - I left it at the supermarket!

You are crazy!

- What did you do? - We'll find her!

You are crazy!

- I'm embarrassed, you come in. - Lift the wheelchair for me.

Excuse me, where are the little girl's parents?

Here we are!

- My love! - Unfortunately the strollers were similar.

The girls are both black.

- You did something serious. - It's true.

- Documents, please. - Yes, right away. I apologize.

I advise you to take a long vacation.

- You're right. - It's obvious he's not well.

It's true, I have a lot of problems. I'm unemployed, I'm struggling.

- You have to solve them. - Of course, I can't go on like this.

- We won't file any complaints. - Thank you!

- Thank you, ma'am. - Goodbye.

Thanks again.

Sorry. "All's well that ends well."

No, you have to come with us. We need to do further tests.

- Right. - It's standard practice!

- That's right. - You're welcome.

Boys?

- Who is it? - Federico!

- Ice cream. - You're back!

- I got it now. - We cooked spaghetti!

I don't want to disturb you, I see that you are calm and serene, I'm happy about that.

- You eat the ice cream. - Don't bother me!

I would like to add that I am happy to see you happy...

since you look dead at home.

- No, the boys have passed... - Luisa, forget it. Let's go.

- Why? - So grandpa is happy!

He eats ice cream with you, so he relaxes.

What did I say wrong?

I told the truth!

- I'm sorry. - Do you see how they behave?

- Mr. Marazziti, please. - Good evening.

- I'm Luisa Tombolini. - Yes, I know.

Good. So, Mr. Marazziti...

the company appreciates his work... - Don't kid me.

Say what you have to say without wasting time.

Marazziti, with great calm and lucidity...

let's approach this rationally.

Ask me about my hobbies, my kids, and what the fuck I eat for breakfast!

Don't be so emotional.

Are you scared? Come on, tell me!

Calm down.

This company undoubtedly has difficulties.

Tell me you're firing me!

- Let me finish... - No!

- No, let me ask you something. - You're welcome.

- How dare you? - Good evening.

- Luisa! I'll call the director right away. - No, leave it.

Let me see what he did to you.

Treasure...

Animals!

Luisa? > Who is she?

I'm Federico.

- Hi... - What do you want?

The boys went out and I put Aisha to bed...

I was thinking maybe a plate of spaghetti...

You're not well. What's wrong?

- Are you okay? - Yes.

- Were you crying? - I miss him a little...

- You're hot! - I kinda miss the...

Don't fall! Help me.

- Slowly. - Here's the chair.

Do you have a thermometer?

- I lost it... - I didn't understand.

I lost it during the move!

I understand! Do you have any paracetamol?

- What? - A paracetamol.

- For... what? - I'll get the thermometer at home.

Look at that thermometer! He'll have to suck it!

I only found this.

Do you drink with a fever? Are you crazy?

- It's been a tough day. - Come on, come on!

- What is that? - It's Aisha's pacifier.

You suck it, it beeps and gives your temperature.

- Me? - Yes.

- Dai. - No.

There are no more thermometers!

- Don't shout. - Sorry.

- Ah... ah... - What did you do?

Come on!

Now be quiet, so he can give us the temperature.

Give it to me.

- 39.8. - That's a lot!

Yes! We need to lower it. How much do you weigh?

- How much do I weigh? - This is pediatric paracetamol.

Three drops per kilo, so you have to give me the weight.

Then what do you do...

- Will you change my diaper too? - Fun! How much do you weigh?

- Answer! - Don't shout.

Tell me, let's not waste time.

60.

180 drops, you will need the whole bottle.

One two three...

eight, nine, ten...

- 140, 141... - You're cute.

- You're very sweet. - 148...

And good.

I have never met a man like you.

My ex-husband would never have done that.

- Were you married? - Did I say ex-husband?

- Yes. - In the end I didn't marry him.

I'm not crazy!

Venantius...

What a shitty name!

Already...

I lost count. Let's do one thing, I'll put them all.

Now drink this.

This will break the fever. Come on, all in one go.

- It's bitter. - Of course, it's a medicine!

Force.

- Do you know what Venanzio did? - What?

He did nothing but talk... A bore!

He was talkative.

Then...

he had it small!

- A ballpoint pen! - That's your business.

- You too... - What?

- What do you say? - As soon as I touched it... finished!

Was he coming? These are misfortunes, someone like that is unhappy.

- You too? - What?

Why do you want to describe me as impotent?

Then they thought it happened because of Enzo.

However, Enzo didn't have a ballpoint pen.

No, he had a nice "rolling pin". Well done, Enzo!

Now rest.

"Luisa, you have brought dishonor upon the entire family."

"You ran away on the eve of your wedding to Venantius..."

"To live with a communist with an uncertain future."

"With this letter, I communicate to you my intention and that of your mother..."

".To cease contact with you."

"You are no longer welcome in our home and our community."

Come on!

Fuck you, you shitty scooter!

- What's happening? - Nothing...

I have an audition on the other side of Rome and this asshole isn't leaving!

Come on, I'll take you to the audition.

No, you also have the job interview...

Don't worry. Show me the way, let's go by car.

- I'm going, bye. - How are you coming back?

- By bus. - By bus?

Address and date of birth.

Good morning.

| We'll listen to the melodic ones tomorrow.

No, I'm the father of Niccolo Picchioni, a boy who has to audition.

- Can I listen to it? - No.

- Please. - Fine, but don't let yourself be noticed.

- Thanks! - Did you fill it out?

This is not good, you have to give me the E.

Take off that jacket.

Yes.

- Do you go to the gym? - Yes.

- Then open one! - Sorry, I'll do better now.

Let's hope so. Come on!

It's worse than before.

You have to give me the E!

Hands off! Let me do a solo!

If you don't have the E, what do I give you? E, E, E!

Traitor, you used to do evenings in Ariccia!

Go rinse your mouth at the fountain!

Today is a bad day.

- Keep pursuing your dreams. - At the gym, though.

- Are you kidding me? - No, we're kidding...

You look for the Mi, and when you find it, come back here!

I get angry easily!

You don't understand, you're missing the E!

You miss the E! You miss the E!

- I remember the faces. - Get your jacket!

- Who's next? - Me, Niccolo Picchioni.

- Niccolo? - Woodpeckers.

- Do you have a stage name? - No.

Find it, Picchioni is a loser name.

Start with the base.

I look at your smile in a photo.

You and I on the seashore.

We always played a game...

..whoever finds the most shells.

And you made me win.

Now you're gone...

..without telling me why.

And with you he goes away...

..a part of me.

The images are looking for me...

..they take me back...

..where everything was possible...

..in the dreams I had.

You will be a man...

..you will have children and a job...

..and you will be my pride.

You told me that and I smiled.

Now if I look at the sky, there is a light shining.

Your presence is stronger.

You are my lucky star!

INAUDIBLE VOICE

light up my destiny. You are my lucky star...

..that speaks to me closely.

- That's not good. - You don't sound bad...

but you're too adolescent, too dark.

People want lightheartedness, you're depressed.

That's why the world is going bad. You're depressed!

- Maybe it's our fault too. - Who are you?

- The father. - Only the father was missing!

What did you listen to?

You've been on the phone the whole time! How can you possibly judge...

Enough, we have to move on. Do you want to audition for us?

- What do you mean by depression? - Forget it.

No! What is depression?

People want to laugh, he makes us cry, people don't want to cry.

We want to laugh!

This isn't depression, it's soul! But you don't know how to perceive it anymore...

because you and we have become arid and self-centered!

- Speak for yourself! - Enough! Don't fight!

Take it away!

Once upon a time only mothers came, now even fathers come to bother us!

How much damage unemployment does! Why isn't he at work at this hour?

Next up!

Do you like my music now?

It's not really my genre, but the song is very beautiful.

It introduced me to a side of you that I didn't suspect.

The dedication to mom is very beautiful.

- The lyrics are by Lia. - It's beautiful.

Thanks anyway, Dad.

Come on...

My dad takes drugs, whatever the fuck.

My mom hasn't had sex in ten years, who cares.

My boyfriend is a man without principles, no matter what.

From the window of my room, depressed trees, soulless passers-by.

Despair flows across the asphalt that doesn't belong to me.

I'm lucky, I'm not here. Please declare me absent for everyone.

I don't answer anyone, they've disconnected my soul... who cares!

Well done, I felt the pain!

- Was I right to leave them alone? - Yes, a father must inspire trust.

I've seen certain faces! Let's hope so.

- Good evening. - Good evening, Amedeo.

- Who is that? - Amedeo, he lives above my house.

It has so many animals. When they all sing, it feels like Kenya.

- That's strange! - Yes.

GUITAR SOUND

You ran away in the night abusing my pornography...

a peddler of theatrical promises.

Like a whore without clients, you leave me an unknown soul of your color...

that observes me, judges me, avoids me.

I don't know how to use it, I don't understand it.

You fled into the night, taking the instructions with you.

I hate you!

It is dedicated to Aisha's father.

- Look. - What? What's up?

We look like a lovely couple with an adopted child.

- Beautiful couple? - Why?

You look like a Romanian nanny in your overalls and shoes.

I look like the little girl's grandfather. You look like her nanny and my caregiver.

Really? So I'll talk like this all evening!

I play Uncle Litio who had only one lung and walked like this.

Tonight soup and early to bed!

You don't walk crooked, it gives me a headache!

And shut your mouth, do you want flies to come in?

You're not walking alone! Go slowly, wait for me.

How did he get into trouble?

Don't be discouraged, life is still beautiful.

- Enough now, if anyone sees you... - Who sees me?

I was young.

I was strong, I was beyond.

I was... Now I'm not anymore.

Now, heroin, heroin addict.

This is a poem from '79 from the Castelporziano festival!

You copied it!

- It's ugly too! - But how...

I was in Castelporziano that evening, you copied it, you're a liar!

- Shut up! - Plagiarist!

I have nothing against reinterpretations.

So I take Shakespeare, change the commas and say it's mine!

INDISTINCT SCREAMS

It just is!

Poetry is made in garages, not in billionaires' homes.

I agree!

Did you steal the ashtray? Take it out!

Take Aisha to her room.

What happens?

What are you doing? This is hooliganism!

Get everyone out of my house! INDISTINCT SCREAMS.

Is this your house? The billionaire has a shitty house!

- You're not hungry! - What billionaire?

Go away or I'll call the police!

This is what it means to trust you!

Here are the results of the poem!

You know what makes me angry? The absolute lack of respect!

It had never happened before, I lost control.

This happens because you do nothing all day!

- Calm down. - Luisa, I know you're defending them...

but now let me talk to them. - Okay.

You're looking for a job, okay?

- Look who's talking. - How?

- Do you work? - Don't ever say that again!

I have always worked! Always!

- I have a little job. - Of course! A little job...

My newspaper wants to understand why a country like yours...

is unable to achieve a true generational turnover.

Young people here are like in the rest of Europe...

disoriented, disillusioned, without a horizon.

However, I am confident about Italy in the medium term.

Sorry, Elvira, I didn't know about the interview.

Come, Lia, let me introduce you to Richard, a journalist from the Guardian.

Richard Burke. Nice to meet you. Lia.

He will do a report on the Italian cultural situation...

and wants to know if young Italians are different from young English people.

I'm in a hurry, here are the translations of two stories, only the third is missing.

Lia is a promising poet.

He still writes everything by hand.

- Can I say something? - Sure.

We are very different because in this country we don't exist...

nobody cares about us. That's why we feel very free.

This is not a country for young people.

You were very clear.

- Lia! - Yes?

- I'd like to talk to you. - Do you mean professionally?

Also. I'd like to know the places you frequent and the people you know.

- Okay, give me your number. - 07960...

Massimiliano? Where are you? Come out, don't worry me.

Hi, Massimiliano!

Maximilian!

- Hi. - Hi, Dad.

- There's a guy outside with a parrot. - Amedeo? He lives upstairs.

- Maybe his son got lost. - He has no children.

- Massimiliano! - Amedeo, what's happening?

I lost Massimiliano. He's good, but if he gets scared, he'll be in trouble.

How old is he? - 7.

- Did you call the police? - No, it's illegal to keep it in the house.

- Did you adopt an illegal immigrant? - Adopted?

- I bought it, it's an expensive python. - Is there a python loose in the building?

A three-meter male specimen, but I'll find him.

What if he doesn't find it? > I'll find it!

You have to find it! We're in a condominium, not in Zambia!

- It's not here. - Not here either.

- He's not here. - I'll look in my room.

This is the last place to check. Ready? One, two, three!

Go! One, two, three!

To go to the bathroom, do I go to Luisa?

The python can stay there too.

Here it is! SCREAM.

Strip!

Take your daughter!

I don't want to sleep alone in there. Either you put me up or I'll go to a hotel.

- I'm going with her, I'm not at peace. - Then we'll all sleep in my room.

- We'll take turns on guard duty. - How?

I'll be the guard. Someone will relieve me after three hours.

Amedeo needs to be kicked out! Anyone who

keeps animals like that at home is an asshole!

There isn't one in the bathroom!

It almost seems like a family...

..which however creates panic without reason.

I'm reduced to being a sentry on nothing! What a humiliation!

If they're calm like this, I'll make them calm.

- Where are you taking me? - To see a very special place.

It's wonderful!

I come here to write my poems. I seek inspiration...

and I get high on Rome!

- You're a banal director. - Why?

You're static. This shot is old, let's do an "underground" shot.

There, you see, this way we are more dynamic!

Two dynamic idiots!

Here I meet my poet friends.

- Hi. - Hi, Lia.

- This is Richard. - Hi, Richard!

- Hi, Francesca. - Hi, Lia.

Do you come here to write poems too?

- No, I'm coming to read them. - What do you mean?

Here every tombstone is a poem, there are some wonderful verses.

This is "The Angel of Pain." Fantastic!

Many rock bands have used it for their album covers.

- But they were all metalheads. - It's touching.

Alone.

This tomb contains the remains of a young English poet...

who wanted these words on his tombstone.

"Here lies one whose name was written in water."

- Keats is one of my favorite poets. - Mine too.

- Really? - Yes.

This is one of the most beautiful places in Rome, in my opinion.

You are beautiful, Lia.

DOORBELL

- Duilio! - Hi, Luisa!

Hate!

Hi, Luisa.

Duilio, darling, what are you doing here?

- I didn't want to talk on the phone. - Sure.

- It's nice here. - It's a little messy.

- Come in, come in! - Excuse me?

- What a lovely surprise! - Listen...

- I have news. Are you ready? - Yes.

- I'm getting married! - Who?

I want you to come to the wedding.

At that time?

What will Mom and Dad say?

They are old now.

Dad is stubborn, he will never come to you.

Do it for me, it will make us happy.

Your shower is clogged too. Or is it a condominium issue?

0 it was the python... Sorry!

- Who is he? - Federico, this is Duilio, my brother.

- Sorry, I didn't know... - Let me introduce you, Federico.

- I'm unpresentable! - Nice to meet you.

Federico Picchioni: Sorry, I'm wet.

The glasses...

All right...

I'm going to get dressed.

If I stay here, I'll ruin the parquet.

- Do you shower with glasses on? - Yes, otherwise I can't see.

- The news... Tell me! - No!

- As long as you're happy! - I'll make a coffee.

Thank you.

Please do me this favor!

Luisa, understand me, I can't do it.

I beg you!

- I would be out of place. - Please, Federico.

I can't come to the wedding, I have nothing to do with your family.

- I told him we're engaged. - What? Are you crazy?

- I had to do it! - Why?

You came out of my shower half naked, in my bathrobe, you're talking about pythons!

I couldn't tell him your shower was broken, it wasn't credible!

Please, it's important to me to make peace with my family.

But I would be completely out of place.

- You would help me a lot. - Understand me.

- Please, that's all I ask of you. - Okay!

- Let's do this pantomime. - Yes, please!

Thank you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you...

- Coffee! - Sorry.

Let me drink coffee!

How beautiful!

- It's beautiful. - How exciting!

- I haven't been here in five years. - Five years?

- Stay close to me. - Come on.

Playing the role of the boyfriend made me anxious.

I wasn't the ideal man to introduce to a prudish father and mother...

who had repudiated her like in a 19th century novel.

Luckily the father was old and deaf...

and the mother was so excited, she didn't pay attention to me.

Actually I was just really scared...

that someone asked me what job I did.

Happy birthday!

- I'm going to hug my brother. - Go.

Luisa used to be picky and now she's with someone who's twenty years older than her.

Look at him, he has no charm at all.

- An insignificant person. - What was the thought?

- There's Venantius! - Who?

- The man I was supposed to marry. - The precocious one with the small penis?

- How do you know? - You said it when you had a fever.

- Really? - Luisa, what a pleasure!

Venanzio! How are you? You look good.

- You look great too. - Let me introduce you to Federico.

- Nice to meet you, Federico Picchioni! - Nice to meet you, Venanzio.

- Excuse me. - You're welcome.

- Come on, Dad wants to take pictures. - I'll leave you.

What job do you do?

I am an andrologist and urologist.

I take care of the vitals. Need help?

- No! - It was a joke!

- What do you do for a living? - The notary.

- Good heavens! - I have a notary's office.

Accident.

Given your profession, can I ask you for some advice?

- For her? - No! It's for a dear friend of mine.

- I'm very worried about him. - What's wrong with him?

"Ejaculatio precox".

- How old is your friend? - About the same age as me.

- 55... - No 1421.

Excuse me!

Up to the age of 30, premature ejaculation is

not a problem and can be treated with medication.

The problem starts after 35...

especially if the penis size is small.

Is that the case with your friend? In that case, it's serious.

I was at a conference in Chicago on this topic.

- He's taking drugs! - They only have a placebo effect!

The pharmaceutical companies are scamming you! The penis doesn't want a penis!

You must have understood that the problem

is mine! Do they do transplants in Shanghai?

What's the point of a Chinese penis? They're even thin!

This is how women laugh at me.

- Federico, sorry to bother you. - You're not bothering me!

I propose a toast to you, because you made Luisa happy!

- A toast to Federico and Luisa! - Thank you.

Hurray!

Thank you. Kiss!

No no!

- Kiss! Kiss! - No, please!

I noticed you tried this before.

- When? - The kiss was supposed to be fake...

and you stuck your tongue out a little. - What?

- A little piece of tongue. - I have a deviated septum...

a defective nostril, I snore at night...

my mother wanted me to have surgery.

If you hang on for ten minutes, I have to come up for air.

Maybe a little tongue... You stuck your tongue out like a cat.

Me? That's not true!

I left it parked at the exit, Like this...

My tongue has that posture.

- Does the tongue have a posture? - Sure.

- Come on! - You put it in on purpose.

I breathe through only one nostril...

so if you stick, you'll suffocate me. - Yes, I took your breath away!

Answer Niccolo, please.

Niccolo, your father is driving.

- He asks if Lia called you. - No.

- No, why? - Problems?

Didn't she say anything?

I haven't heard from her since this morning.

Are you leaving your daughter like this? I'll try calling her back.

Ring.

CELL PHONE VIBRATION What is it?

Why isn't he answering?

- What is it? - Lia left her phone here.

There's no point in us standing here talking, go find her from your friends.

- Okay. Shall we go on the scooter? - Yes. I know where to go.

No thank you.

Excuse me.

Hi. Have you seen Lia?

LIA CRIES What's wrong?

Don't go, don't leave me!

Come with me to London. What's keeping you here?

I have a perfect house for two.

If you don't like it, stay the same.

I don't care about the house, I want to be with you.

Me too.

No...

- I can't leave. - Why?

I have a daughter.

A daughter?

Yes. Her name is Aisha, she's three years old.

Amazing! You always amaze me.

- Is she with her father now? - No, Aisha doesn't have a father.

I left with you without telling anyone.

They must be going crazy, I have to call them. Where did I put my cell phone?

Here, call with this.

Sometimes I don't realize I'm a mother.

Nobody saw her, I don't know what to do.

Let's call the police station, that's it.

Hello, my name is Federico Picchioni, I live at Via del Giordano, 30.

I want to report my daughter missing.

Yes, I'm waiting, thank you.

Hello?

Niccolo, can you hear me?

Lia, where did you go? You can't disappear like this for three days!

- I'll call you back. - At least leave a message!

Where are you? Is this how people behave?

- Sorry, I'm in Florence with a friend. - Are you okay?

- Yes, is Aisha with you? - Yes, Aisha is with us.

Sorry, Dad. I'll explain everything tomorrow.

We're waiting for you, hurry up.

- Is he well? - He's in Florence.

- What is he doing in Florence? - I don't know.

- I made something. - Thanks, Luisa.

I'll take it.

It's not much, but there was nothing else.

There was only that...

- Aisha, mommy's here! - Sorry, daddy!

Don't ever do it again!

- You're killing people of heart attacks. - Okay, I promise.

- What you did wasn't normal. - Sorry. Honey, bye!

- This is Richard. - Nice to meet you, Niccolo.

This is Aisha. Hello, princess!

I didn't introduce you to my father.

- Pleased to meet you, Richard Burke. - Pleased to meet you, Federico Picchioni.

Shall we make the "nocchi"? Let's do them now.

What are nocchi?

Then I'll explain to you...

Let's make knots!

A strange harmony had descended upon our family.

Lia, perhaps in love for the first time, seemed more mature...

..more aware of being a mother.

Finally, Niccolo had also started to help our finances.

He had taken responsibility and as a first job it was good.

Richard was amazing, he loved that crazy daughter of mine so much...

who came from London every weekend.

Aisha loved Richard. - | no hair!

It was therefore inevitable that Lia decided to move to London.

- Let's take the suitcases downstairs. - Wait!

First, let's have a farewell toast! So...

To Lia and Richard: Have a good trip!

I wish you a beautiful and peaceful life together.

- I meant the same thing. - Sorry!

Best wishes, Richard. Take care!

- Let's go. - Stop...

I want a souvenir photo of all of you.

Richard does it, so you can be in the photo too.

- Thank you. - I'll take Aisha.

Honey, let's take a picture.

All together.

Smile.

The Picchioni family will drive you crazy!

Yes! Come visit us, we're waiting for you.

Thank you. Have a good trip.

Hi, Lia.

Hi.

- Call me. - You too.

Hi!

Hi.

Since I was right to ask her if she had taken everything?

He forgot his medicine!

You can buy the medicine again. They went to London, not to the Pole!

It's all easy for you!

Can I tell you something that bothered me a little?

- I can't keep quiet. - Okay.

You supported my daughter's decision to leave home.

- Me? - You said, "Start a new life."

- You're a little nervous today. - No.

Since you arrived, you have been interfering between me and my children.

- How? - I had started to have...

a relationship with my daughter, but now she's gone.

But I'm not surprised...

because your job is to send people away.

- Repeat. - Lia has left and I'm alone.

Are you alone?

Yes! Niccolo always has his headphones on!

- Are you alone? - Yes, very much so!

- Thank you! - It's an observation.

- Mine is an observation. - Hello!

Luisa?

Can you come here?

- Are you there? - What's up?

You're an asshole!

Are you not saying anything?

I finally took a job as a building manager.

Over time I have also learned to calmly take insults and bullying.

The work flowed without leaving any trace, only a lot of boredom.

Luisa and I didn't speak anymore. The only time I met her...

neither of them felt like saying goodbye.

My life was going smoothly.

I had learned to run the house like a good mother.

Dad, I've decided: I'm going to London, I'm going to join Lia.

I can't stay here, I risk becoming a vegetable.

Are you going away?

Why do you say vegetable?

- Then what money will you live on? - I'll find a job there.

At least I change, there I can find the space to do what I want.

I'm home in two hours.

You will never come back.

You will never come back.

What could I say to my son? Nothing. He was right.

Now I'm truly alone.

A banana, a pear...

two courgettes.

- How much is it? - Two euros.

You were fantastic! > You embarrass me.

Seriously, you surprised me.

Good morning!

- I'm the one who should thank you. - No, I'm the one who should thank you.

Being a night porter isn't much for a manager like you.

Instead you gave me hope again.

Thank you.

I love you, Giorgio!

- Thanks. - Bye.

Francesca, how are you? Good!

Why did you come? I miss you.

Do you miss me? A lot!

What are you doing? No, come on... Not like that...

Do you have garters?

I like it!

I'll release them.

Wait, or I'll scratch my legs...

Beat me!

Do you like it?

You're wild today!

Again! Leave your mark on me!

Still!

You're in heat!

Bell

George! Come in!

Did you forget your briefcase?

Giorgio, what are you doing? Again?

Giorgio, that's enough, our relationship is over!

We can't go on like this! Giorgio!

Please...

Giorgio!

Giorgio, that's enough.

I can't. I like someone else.

I like it a lot.

Who's the asshole? Yeah, he's a bit of an asshole.

Actually, he's a real asshole.

But I like it a lot because...

he's also the most generous man I've ever met.

Do you understand, Mr. Picchioni? Can you hear me?

Are you done trashing that couch?

If you're not at the door in ten seconds, you won't see me anymore!

Did you understand?

Ten, nine...

otto...

set...

six, five...

I'm early.