All language subtitles for Nemiche per la pelle -2016-(M. Buy-C. Gerini) Eng. Sbt

(he sings a Chinese version
of "Fr�re Jacques")

Do you see, Doctor?
She's not reacting.

Come on, Clarissa!

She has obviously had a traumatic
experience of the rejection,

and she has taken
full responsibility for it.

- I should see him, rather than Clarissa.
- You'd be wasting your breath.

They're very
narrow-minded people.

They insist their Claudio is normal
and there's nothing wrong with him.

That's because denying
is the first reaction to a failure.

Three failures, Doctor.

We tried 3 times to make them...
you know...

Yes. However, Clarissa sees them
as personal failures.

- Excuse me a minute.
- Please.

Come on, honey. The Doctor
will help us, you'll see.

What is it?
I'm working!

What do you mean by "disappeared"?
Are you kidding?

We're down 5.8%,
do you realize that?

And the territory penetration index
has fallen by 12-13%.

This office is not a charity!

The crisis has hit
the housing market hard.

We're not in a "market" here.
This is not a "market".

We are the top of the top!

Luxury knows no crisis.
And neither does stupidity...

Who's in charge of this gem?

Paolo has renovated it beautifully!
Who's in charge of the sale?

- I am.
- You!

So?

50 days have passed and you haven't found
anyone interested in this masterpiece yet.

No wonder you haven't;
look at your face, it's gaunt and sad!

You're dressed like
an undertaker!

As a punishment, today I'll deduct
0.1% from your commissions.

Smile and be thankful
that I'm giving you a job.

Come on, go to work, quick!

Not you, Chang.

We'll do some training today.

Tell me you've found him.
Have you found him?

Gino...
Where is he?

Let me see him.
Where have you put him?

You don't want to see him,
baby.

- What do you mean?
- Something bad happened.

No! No!
Gino!

- OK, I think it's deep enough.
- Move aside.

(from "Gitanjali") "Thy world is weaving words in
my mind, and thy joy is adding music to them.

"Thou givest thyself to me in love, and then
feelest thine own entire sweetness in me."

- Bury him.
- Wrapped in the scarf?!

Huh?

It's my scarf!

I don't understand how you can be
so mean in such a situation.

It's a cashmere scarf!

Make the invoice in my name,
and then send it to me.

- Thank you, madam.
- I'm only doing this so I can reclaim VAT.

Come on, pay.
And hurry up!

(he speaks in Chinese)

Yes, the house is beautiful.

It's just that the balcony is
a bit cramped.

We had something airier
in mind, you know.

Yes, it's a bit small.

I understand.
Everyone has their own needs.

As we say in our profession,
"House and owner recognize each other",

and, therefore,
I don't like to insist.

Now you'll have to excuse me; I have
another appointment with a Korean tycoon,

who is in Rome and wants to see
the house again. He's very interested.

He should be here any moment.

Ah, here he is.
Mr. Chang!

- Good morning, Mr. Chang.
- Hi.

Well, since I have no other options now,
you can look at the house, if you wish,

and then I have this preliminary
contract for you to sign.

Excuse me,
where are your manners?

There should be some sort of
right of pre-emption.

Well, yes.

Let's make it 40,000.

I'm in a very bad situation...
You're embarrassing me...

To be fair, I shouldn't sell it
to either of you.

However,

in order to contain the advance of the "yellow"
people, who are buying the whole of Italy...

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

Thank you for coming.
This is just a little thing, but...

rites of passage are
fundamental.

- How I regret not doing anything for
my poor Tristano. - Tristano was unique.

So sensitive, so intelligent...
He had a good sense of humour.

- Was he a Persian?
- No, a Siberian.

The only cats
I'm not allergic to.

I can imagine your guilt.
It must have been terrible.

You can't imagine
how tremendously guilty I feel.

I'm thinking above all about Lucia,
who is in a lot of pain.

I'm considering moving
in here to be there for her.

Excuse me.

- Who is it?
- It's a patient.

- Paolo!
- Hi, Lucia. How are you?

- Am I disturbing you?
- No.

- This is not the right time, huh? - It's such a
coincidence that you're calling me today.

Listen... can we meet?

I need to talk to you.
I need to see you, Lucia.

So do I, Paolo.

How about 7:00 pm,
at the usual place?

I'll be there.
I'll be there.

Where are you going? The #710 bus will
drop you right in front of the office.

- Where's the bus stop?
- Right there. It's very convenient.

Go, go.
See you later.

My love!

How are you?

So do I.
Are you still in Lyon?

Yes, I'll see you tonight,
at the usual restaurant.

I got you a very nice present.

Go, go!

No, it's just a trifle.

Your princess is
waiting for you.

Paolo was a free man, with a free
and multicultural spirituality.

So, with a nobler and more
open-minded vision of the Church,

I thought I'd draw on
various traditions.

And I've brought some texts.

For example, these are
two suras from the Koran,

a Vedic text and an excerpt
from the Kebra Nagast.

Fabiola...

Darling... my condolences.

- He was my Paolo.
- Yes.

Err... I know this is not
the best time,

but there's something I need to
tell you as a matter of urgency.

"Urgency". I'll tell you
what the real urgency is.

That's the "urgency". Do you see her?
Get her out of my sight!

At least today,
get her out of my sight!

- Look at how she's dressed! She looks
like a sack of potatoes. - But...

I don't think we can get someone
out of the House of the Lord.

"House of the Lord"?
It's my house, for today.

I have rented it,
for my Paolo.

And you are my lawyer.
Who invited her?

I had to inform her.

It was inevitable, because it seems
that, the day of his death, Paolo...

called her.

He told me he was no longer
in touch with her.

Come on...

- Where is she going now?
- Excuse me.

That's my pew.
My pew.

- How can one dress so vulgarly for
a funeral? - Did you see her shoes?

I think Paolo called me because he wanted to
divorce her and get back together with me.

"O God, the source of mercy
and forgiveness,

"and the eternal joy
of Your saints (...)"

Lucia, darling...
my condolences.

This is not the best time, but I must
inform you of a very delicate thing.

You were Paolo's best friend.
Why are you going along with her game?

I won't let her intimidate me;

I was married to Paolo for 12 years, while
she was married to him for just 8 years.

So go to the lady, now, and tell her
I'm not moving from here. OK?

No, darling, don't move.

What did that slyboots say?

I wasn't able to explain to her either
that I need to talk to both of you urgently.

- OK, but what did she say?
- She mentioned the years spent with Paolo.

She spent 12 years with him,
while you spent 8.

One year with me is worth seven.
Just like dog years.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Rare steak & Bloody Mary?
- Yes. Make it a double.

OK.

12 years!

- How did my Paolo spend 12 years...
- ...with that dull woman?

Exactly.

The nerve of her,
wanting to sit in the front row!

On the bright side,
I'll never have to see her again.

I'm not seeing anyone.

- It's... - I know who it is.
Does he have the snails?

- Yes, madam.
- Pay him and send him away.

OK.

Close the curtain.

Do you remember?
Paolo brought you home.

You were so small
you fitted in his pocket.

The fact that you both passed away at
the same time is a sign, don't you think?

The only positive
thing is that...

I'll never have to see that boorish, rude
woman who took him away from us again.

- What's Mother Lucia of Calcutta
doing here? - Jesus!

I have summoned you both, because the
question concerns both of you... unitedly.

I repeat: there's nothing
that unites us.

I agree with her, for once.

Maybe you should sit down.
I'll explain everything to you calmly.

Well...

Paolo had recently discovered
he had a congenital heart defect.

He lived with it,

and it led him to express a testamentary
will... that affects both of you.

- "Both of us"... who?!
- Well, the two of you.

- Go ahead, Stefano. - Do you think
you can give orders in my house?

He's my lawyer.
I'm the one paying him.

Go ahead.

Your inheritance would be...
I mean, IS...

Is...?

...a boy.

- A boy?
- What boy?!

A boy...

- who will arrive tomorrow.
- But he never wanted children.

He's not Paolo's son, is he?
He's Paolo's son...

- He's the son of Paolo and... who?
- He's the son of Paolo and...

Who?

- M-maybe, about that matter...
- Please don't stammer, Stefano, OK?

Don't stammer, or you know
what will happen next!

- Let's keep calm.
- How can I keep calm?

So...

It was Paolo's wish that this boy
be taken care of by both of you.

In harmony.

But...
But...

- Doesn't he have a mother?
- Unfortunately, his mother died in an accident.

- This boy isn�t a jinx, is he?
- How rude! Poor boy...

"Poor boy"?
Poor us!

Or rather, poor you!
Leave me out of this, OK?

And you...
you Judas, you traitor,

- how long have you known about this?
- The boy is 7.

- 7 years!
- 7 years?

Well, he was born a year after their marriage.
Ours was happy for a much longer time.

I wouldn't be so sure
about that, sweetie.

- What are you implying?
- I can't say it.

I suggest that we stay on topic.
Let's get back to the point.

Right, let's get back
to the point:

you're fired.

Well, hmm...

So?

No, no, Stefano.
Don't look at me.

No, I can't.

You've always wanted a child.

Well, not "always".
"Always" is a big word.

Yes, I considered having one,
but that was ages ago.

Besides, I wanted
a little one.

Just for some days.

I... really feel inadequate.

Just the time to find
an appropriate solution.

I don't know...
This is a difficult time for me.

However, I feel my life
really needs a shake-up.

You make a good point:
a shake-up.

A shake-up is just
what we need.

It's a big change, though.
I'm not sure this is the right time.

I've felt ready for it for a long time.
It think it's an important step for us.

That's nice of you to say,
considering he's another man's son.

Hey, what do you think
of this?

Eh?

It's...

It's interesting.
It's interesting, indeed.

It's not innovative.
In my opinion, that is.

- You don't like it.
- I do!

It's just that I don't have
a place of my own,

where I can concentrate
and express my creativity.

But I feel good here.
I feel comfortable. I feel...

a positive energy,
I feel charged.

And I think it would be good for
you, too, to feel me closer now.

Incidentally, I've already loaded some
boxes and canvases into my car...

due to an eviction
notice I got.

"Boxes"?
"Eviction"?

Excuse me, darling: aren't you telling me
all this to ask me to move in here?

No, absolutely not.

This is a very difficult
and painful time for me.

I can't even breathe.

I'm not even able to go to the grocery store
and the laundry on the same day. So...

What's the problem, baby?

I'll go to the laundry.

- Ah.
- Come here.

- Shall I bring them upstairs?
- What?

The boxes.

No, no...

No, not now, because...

because I have to
host that boy.

Sometimes fate presents you
with some decisions to make.

And what do you need to do?
You need to be... permeable.

Like a cork in a current.

"Like a cork in a current".
It's a very beautiful image, you know?

I should use it
to do a painting.

Good. Do a painting.
But not here.

I can't let you do it here.
I said I'd take care of that boy,

but just because I'm single.

"Single", exactly.

It's all the same to you
whether I'm here or not.

No, it's not all the same.
If you stay here, the mess will double.

And here I was thinking of many romantic things
while I was packing those boxes. What a fool!

If that boy is more important than me...
you've made your choice, but stay with him.

- Are you really going to
stay with the boy? - Yes.

Can you believe it, Maurizio?
A son! A 7-year-old son!

And he led a double life,
just like Mr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde!

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

That's irrelevant.

Excuse me, madam,
may I ask you a question?

What is it?

Were you and your husband
in community of property?

What's it to you?
Yes... so what?

Then there's a big problem,
madam.

Why?

Since the child was acknowledged
by your husband,

he's the direct heir
to half of your assets.

So that fake goody two-shoes,

that slyboots,

that big bitch...

I'll take him!

- Where's the boy? I'll take him
to my place. - Calm down.

Wait here.

I know what you're trying to do.
But you won't fool me.

You won't fool me.

He's...

What's this?

This is the fruit of Paolo's
relationship with Mai-Hun-Hua.

- Mai... what?
- Hun-Hua.

It's Chinese.
I think it means "Lotus flower".

Nobody asked you
what it means.

That's why he used
to travel to China.

Paolo always had a great passion
for the Oriental Culture.

Is that what they're calling it now?
"Culture"?

What's the name
of this thing?

- Paolo.
- Paolo?!

Paolo Junior.

What an original name!

Are you really sure
he's Paolo's son?

- Of course!
- He looks nothing like him!

Look!

He made the same gesture
Paolo used to make.

Enough with the chitchat!
I'll take the boy. End of story.

If you think I'm going to leave a child who has
already suffered several traumas in his life

in the hands of a boorish, racist and
insensitive woman, you're sorely mistaken.

Paolo was my husband,
and this is his son.

A now that Paolo's gone,
he's rightfully mine.

- If Paolo were here...
- But he's not here.

But he's coming back.

Your dad is coming back.
Your dad is coming back, right?

- He doesn't know anything.
- Ah. What did you tell him?

That he's away on a trip,
but he's coming back.

- Well done.
- You have no balls!

So, what do we do?

I should inform the family court judge of Paolo's
will and your wish to exercise guardianship.

No, no judge. Let's wait
before filing for guardianship.

After all, this is just
a transition period.

Let us organize ourselves.

Come on.
Odds or evens?

Evens.

Six. It's even.
I've won.

So the boy will stay at your place for today,
and tomorrow I'll come to pick him up.

Come. I need to talk
to you urgently.

- I'm going, then.
- Yes.

- I'm going...
- Go!

OK. Let's go.

Can you turn down the volume
a bit or is it already too low?

Do you understand Italian?

Well, there's also a language barrier.
But that's not a problem for me:

I communicate with Pit Bulls,
Rottweilers,

rabbits...

When is Dad coming back?

Oh! So you speak Italian!

Huh?

What a bastard!
What a humiliation!

Well, these things happen.

If you think that, after working
my ass off all my life,

I'm going to let a snotty-nosed Chinese kid
take half of my empire, you've got it wrong.

I'm required by law to advocate the will
of the deceased and contact the authorities.

What law! Are you still talking
to me about the law?

Do you think it's legal to betray a wife for
years and then let her suffer the consequences?

Ouch! Your fingernail...

Listen to me very carefully:

until you find a solution,
the Chinese kid doesn't exist for anyone.

Go to China,
learn Mandarin or Cantonese,

and find an uncle, or a grandmother,
or a nephew, or a cousin...

someone willing to take the child.
We'll pay them and then... goodbye!

- But what about the DNA test?
- What DNA test?

I said, find a solution and send him
to a village in Manchuria.

I won't accept
the insult and injury.

Wipe your feet.

Ah!

Go in.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

What did you take?
No, wait, don't touch this.

This is Gino's ball.

Is he your son?

Yes... I mean... more or less.

There.

You can take off your jacket.

Here we are.

I'm hungry.

Are you hungry?!
Ah! You want to eat.

Let's see what's in here.

Sit here.

You know, I'm not very good
at buying groceries,

because there are all those people at the
supermarket with their carts and I get anxious.

Not to mention the small shops where the
owners keep asking you: "Anything else?"

Just a moment!
Let me think!

I'd kill them! Only metaphorically,
of course. I'm for non-violence.

Listen...
I wanted to ask you something.

Did Dad ever talk about me?

Never.

Never...

And did he ever talk
about Fabiola?

- I take a bath every Tuesday and Thursday.
- Good for you.

But today is...

The temperature is OK.

Aren't you putting in that thing
that makes bubbles?

That thing that makes
bubbles is carcinogenic.

Here you go.

Jesus Christ,
this is a straitjacket!

But there are some buttons.

Ah...

It has some buttons.

Good. An independent
child is a happy child.

Alberica, I'm exhausted!

This boy is a disaster!

He needs to eat, to sleep,
to bathe!

I can't take it anymore.
I'm really...

Besides, he stares at me.
He stares at me all day long.

There he is. You can't see him,
but he's staring at me.

And I don't know why.

No, no. I'm totally inadequate.

I'm only doing this
not to let her win!

Excuse me a minute.

Ah, Giacomo!
Hi!

Tonight?
No, I'm tired. Really.

I swear I'm dead tired. And I can't;
I have to take care of the boy.

May I...?

Shh! Shut up!

No, I don't want to cut you out
of my life. Really.

Yes, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Bye.

Hello?
Wait a moment.

No, no. This was Gino's,
do you understand?

I'm still mourning him.
Excuse me.

I'm sorry, but I put all blankets
in the top of the wardrobe.

Giacomo borrowed my ladder 2 months ago
and hasn't returned it to me yet. So...

Are you sensitive to the cold?

I saw a beautiful documentary where some
Chinese babies were being born in icy waters.

Or were they Russian?

Christ, who is it?

- Ah... good morning.
- Good morning.

Ah! Good morning!

What are you wearing?
A tablecloth?

I've come to pick up
the "little thing".

Look! You didn't even
buy him a pyjama!

Oh, God...

Come on, get him dressed.
Get a move on. We have to go.

- I want my dad. I don't know who you are.
- We're friends of your dad.

- Why have I never seen you
before, then? - Because...

Because we're secret friends.

"Secret", my ass!
Look: I'll show you some photos.

Look who's here: your dad.
See? And this is me.

Next photo. Again,
your dad and me, Fabiola.

Look at how he's laughing,
here, at the seaside!

Wait. Come here.
I'll show you something.

Isn't it beautiful? Look: your dad
with me in New Delhi, in 1990.

This was a rally for Kashmir.

This was in 1993. This was the
anti-Chinese protest...

Sorry, I mean... against the
government's rule of Tibet.

OK, he has understood.

Now you have proof
we are his friends. Hurry up.

He'll spend 3 days a week with you,
and 3 days a week with me. Let's go.

And this is the last time I drive all
the way across town at this hour.

We'll meet at 8:00 am
in Piazzale del Ciccio.

Do you see it?
It's here.

Be on time; some people
have to work in life.

I work, too.

And I provide a service
that is very, very...

- Is this yours?
- Yes, it's Gino's ball.

- I found it in the courtyard.
- The dog must have left it there.

- I thought he was dead.
- His spirit...

- Where's the boy?
- The boy? What boy, excuse me?

Bye.

Ruggero?

Hi.

Listen, I need you to do
something for me.

Do you see him?

No, you don't see him.

He exists, but he's never been here.
And he never will. OK?

If word of this boy goes out,
I'll make you swim back to Manila.

Back to work, everybody.
Come on, it's late.

Maurizio, take him.

Quiet!

And chew with
your mouth closed.

Listen, did your dad
ever talk about me?

No, only about
that other woman.

I didn't ask you that. You have to
answer only the questions I ask.

I don't like kids who talk too much,
do you understand?

In order for us to get along,
some rules must be observed.

Rule #1: This is my house,
and you're a guest here.

Rule #2: Don't talk to anyone,
especially to strangers.

Rule #3: No questions.

When can I go back
to my dad's?

Well...

Rule #3: no questions.

Good night.

Ah, there she is!

You're late.

Look, it's a miracle
I've managed to get here.

"Piazzale del Ciccio" is not listed
in my navigator.

OK, it's "Piazzale Mincio",
but it makes no difference!

I can only keep him
from Wednesday to Friday:

Tuesdays are my Philippine staff's day off,
and I need to rest in the weekends.

I can't keep him on Tuesdays;
I have a Master's course in feline anorexia.

And I think insinuating I have to keep him every
weekend is the wrong way to discuss the issue.

OK, I'll keep him every other weekend,
but you'll keep him on Tuesdays.

Didn't you hear me?
I have a course on cats on Tuesdays.

And I'd appreciate it if the boy consumed
less animal protein and more fibre. OK?

Thanks.

- OK: more protein and
less fibre! Bye. - Bye.

She's arrogant and rude!

I'll make him eat so much meat
he'll become even more Chinese!

Oh my God!
I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, Paolino!

I'm sorry,
but I didn't see you.

So...
You have to sit here.

Don't move. You must
always remain seated.

This is "Oliver Twist",
a wonderful book.

It's the story of a boy who...
Anyway, do you see that door?

You must never open it.
Ever! OK?

Everything's normal.

It's a normal mother-daugther
relationship.

A contentious relationship, at this age, like
during adolescence. You have to be patient.

I just wanted to play.

Do you think interrupting the therapy of
a cat in rehab is "playing"? No, it's not!

You were supposed to sit still
and read. You must obey me.

Why doesn't anyone obey me?

When can I go back
to my dad's?

No, no. What are you doing?
No!

No... it's Giacomo.

Hello, Giacomo.
I was going to call you.

Listen, this moment is
complicated enough...

No, no, no. Don't even try.
Don't even try!

No, I'm not talking to you.

Do you see him?

No, you don't see him.
You've never seen him.

And if anyone asks you who he is,
you don't know anything about him, OK?

This is Mr. Ruggero Politi. He's interested
in our penthouse. He would like to talk to you.

- Welcome. I'm Fabiola Conti. How are you?
- Ruggero Politi. I'm fine.

- What a beautiful child!
- What child?

- Ah, you mean him.
- Is he yours?

No... he's not mine.

He's his.

- Here he is.
- Ah.

And he's your husband,
I guess.

Who, him? No, he's not my husband!
Are you crazy? He's not my husband...

Speak in Chinese!

We speak two different dialects.
We're from different regions.

Nobody will notice!

How strange,
they speak two different dialects.

Look, this is not a language school.
We sell houses here.

Let's not talk about dialects.
You go. Take the boy away with you.

Come. I have many deals for you.
Have a seat.

Look at this.
Do you like it?

Lucia says that guns
should be banned.

"Banned"? Nonsense!
Ignore her.

The truth is that toys are expensive
and she's tight-fisted, she's stingy.

Do you know how much
I paid for this? Never mind...

Maurizio, set up the
game console for Paolo.

Yes, madam, right away.

Now you have all you need:
60-inch TV and games.

Are you happy?

- Are you playing with me?
- Who, me?

No, I never "play".
I work!

Bye, sweetie.

Have fun!

Bye, Paolino.

Lucia, open the door!

Shh, be quiet!

Don't play me for a fool;
where's this boy?

In the other room.

In the study I've asked you for months
to prepare my one-man show of paintings?

- And what would his name be?
- His name is Paolo.

Another "Paolo"?

- He's a child.
- Yes... of course.

Why? What did you think?

You're making me
doubt everything.

You've transferred
your insecurities onto me.

What?

You've done it for me, haven't you?
To free me of a responsibility.

To protect me from
this commitment.

Come here, baby.
Hug me.

I'm permeable to your needs
and requirements.

As you said,
"like a cork in a current".

- You could have told me.
- I told you.

How cute!

How are you,
little one?

- Do you have a PlayStation?
- Yes, in the other house.

Do you also have
another house?

But...

Wait a moment.

- Can I keep it?
- I think so.

- Where did you come from?
Who are you? - I'm Paolo. And you?

Paolo.
Ah. Like...

You can go.

Snail slime is regenerative.
It's good for your skin.

Do I have to do that, too?

No! You're a child. Besides, even if
you did this, you'd remain Chinese.

She should do this;
she's falling apart.

She's beautiful.

"She's beautiful"?
Where did you get all this loquacity?

Huh?

This morning you even talked
to that man. Maurizio told me.

You must not talk to strangers.

Rule #2.

He's nice.

"He's nice", "She's beautiful"...
Who am I? The Sea Hag?

Anyway, I've known him
for many years.

He isn't nice at all.
On the contrary, he's an asshole.

Look:

she's always late.

There she is.

Come on!

You're late again.
Have you seen the time?

Take it easy. I've had a very
delicate case of a Pit Bull...

Yeah, OK.
Bye.

Ah. I see you've got yourself
a playboy. He's cute.

How dare you say
such a thing?

- He's an artist of great sensitivity
and talent. - Right, an artist...

I bought him some underpants.
You owe me 40 euros, half the cost.

- 40 euros for some underpants?
- So what?

I told you: she's tight-fisted.

Can you get in the car?

You shouldn't make me
look bad to the boy.

And, above all, I'm against
toy guns, computer games,

and immoderate consumption of animal
protein, which is very bad for the child.

Really? I'll give him meat to eat anyway,
because animal proteins are noble proteins.

I'll tell you something else: you should
eat a steak, too. You look pasty.

Bye, sweetie.

You realize how arrogant
she is, don't you?

- Not to mention how she treats me
in front of the child... - Come on...

- Why aren't you answering?
- It's not my ringtone. It must be yours.

Mine? No, it's not mine.

Hello?

Don't listen to her, OK?

Just do as I say.

- OK.
- Good.

- Excuse me, Paolino. Did she
buy you a cell phone? - Yes.

Yes?

A cell phone... at the age of 7!
Can you believe it?

Don't listen to her. Don't trust her!
You must only do what I tell you, OK?

Go down to the courtyard.
Come on!

What happened?

- Anubis!
- He's a child. It happens.

Oh, the Protector of the
Realm of the Dead.

- Who?
- Anubis.

Ah.

- Come on, it's a ceramic dog.
- What are you saying?

It's a very valuable example
of archaeozoology.

It's very ancient.

Come here, baby.

Your neck, too, is an example
of archaeozoology.

It's very valuable.

- It's smooth and smells sweet.
- Thanks.

- Do you know what made me first
fall in love with you? - My neck?

- Not only that.
- Wait. Where's Paolino?

- I sent him outside.
- You sent him outside?!

You're irresponsible.
Really.

Archaeozoology!

No, Stefano,
we can't delay any longer.

The situation is deteriorating.

What?

She wants to file for guardianship?!
No, give him to anyone but her!

Bye.

Paolino?
Paolino, where are you?

I've lost him. She'll never
let me hear the end of it.

Paolino, where are you?

- There you are. I've seen you.
Get out of there. - Wait.

- I'll count to three. One, two...
- Wait! Wait!

Two and a quarter,
two and a half...

Paolino, you must obey me.
Come here!

Gino, is it you?
Oh my God!

Anubis!
This is a sign!

Gino!

Now that you're back,
I'll never leave you again.

Oh, God!

- Good morning. How beautiful!
- It's a miracle.

- Children are always a miracle.
- So are dogs.

Is he yours?

Paolo, go get changed.
You're all dirty.

Bye, Paolo.
I'm Marilena. I'll see you.

He could come to my place
for a snack sometime.

Yes, yes.
Let's go.

She's never been so kind before.
How strange.

You have 18 calories of time
to say what you need to say.

Well, I've found this Chinese gentleman,
his name is Zen Hua...

It doesn't matter
what his name is.

He could be a distant uncle,
but we'd have to forge...

Great! Forge it!

- No, I'm totally against it.
- Why?

It's very dangerous. And Lucia
wants to file for guardianship.

You bet!

By the way,
don't try to collude with her.

- No, no.
- Ah.

Time's up.

Words calling you
from the afterlife,

lost worlds with which
you come into contact...

Maybe we simply buried
the wrong dog.

I didn't see him well.
He had been reduced to a pancake.

Mysterious sounds...
Do you hear them?

Come away from the window,
or you'll get sad.

What are you looking at? We need happy faces
here. Smiling faces. Do you understand?

Marco Chang?

No, Marco Chang would be ill.

"would be" or "is"?

"is".

We're meeting with the
investors from Shenzhen today!

Go, go...

Did that fool, that idiot really
have to get sick today?

Lucia says bottles go into "Glass"
and caps into "Cans".

Is that what she says? I'll tell you
something, so you'll tell her, too.

I've got work to do. I don't have
the time to remove caps from bottles.

She can take care of those stupid things
because she has nothing to do,

except talk to animals, like St. Francis.
Do you understand?

Now be quiet and sit here.

Maurizio is coming.

Wait a minute...

I have an idea.

Obviously, even if it's an area
of high artistic interest,

obtaining the authorizations
won't be a problem.

Tell him.

What did he say?

Tomorrow morning you'll have the
signed papers, and the first instalment.

Ah. Good.

Very good deal!

You did very well.

Out of curiosity, what did he ask you
before changing his mind?

- If you are my mom.
- Ah. And what did you say?

I told him yes, and that's why
you love China so much.

You have to give me
half of your 7%.

Ah.

So?
Why the sad face?

- Will you read me a story?
- A story?

But... there are no stories here,
there have never been.

My mom always read me a story.
Didn't yours?

I don't remember mine.

Do you have a dad?

My dad... never mind.
Good night.

I'll give you my 3.5%
if you read me a story.

You'll give me... what?!

OK.

I'll read you this.

So...

"Prestigious 3-room penthouse,
large living room, kitchen,

"two bathrooms, view on Villa Pamphili,
120 square metres."

This is a "fairytale"!

About that 3.5%...

Do you have a
large glass cup?

No, we only have small ones.

A small one, then.
But warm it up, please.

- Where does this sugar come from?
- Where should it come from?

You only know
how to complicate your lives.

"You"... who? Why are you using the plural?
What are these summary generalizations?

These are the same criteria with which you are
parenting the child, and I'm against them.

The kid is fine with me:
burger, fries and 200" plasma TV,

instead of rice cakes
and Oliver "Jinxed".

It's a masterpiece of
world literature, you know?

I don't think it's a suitable read
for a child who has just lost his parents.

But transference and catharsis...

- I'm wasting my breath. You wouldn't understand
anything. - You understand everything, don't you?

- You haven't even realized he can't
read our alphabet. - He can't read it?!

He must go to school! And don't mention
private schools. I'm for public education.

- No, he can't go to school.
- Why not?

Because he's a
semi-illegal immigrant.

- If they see him, they'll take him away.
- Stefano is working on it.

Yes, he's working on it, but these are
delicate things. It takes time.

- Anyway, we only want to do
Paolo's will, huh? - Yes.

I have to go now.

How much is it?

Pay the bill. You still owe me
40 euros for the underpants.

- Geez! - You haven't been
together for a long time, right?

We haven't been... what?!

This is Mongolia.
This is Shanxi.

This is Qinghai.

Qinghai.

Qing...?

...hai.

We lived here, but we travelled a lot
because Mom was an interpreter.

If you pay 1 euro for your rifle,
and then you sell it to me for 1.50 euros,

how much do you earn?

- That I no longer have my rifle.
- Let's forget about the rifle.

- And let's talk about a bazooka.
Good job, Maurizio! - Thanks.

It's wonderful!

You're going back to your early
childhood, to your first treat...

Do your remember?
How wonderful!

It's just a childhood trauma.

Is it serious?

No. For example, he was dead,
but then he resurrected.

What's this?
Recess time?

I'm surprised at you,
Maurizio.

Do you know the story of the penthouse?
If you own one, everything is beautiful.

No, I don't know the story of the penthouse.
I know the story of the fairies and the castles.

- The one of the Three Little Pigs...
- I'll tell it to you, if you wish.

Ah. Good.

- Paulina?
- Good evening, madam.

Good evening.

How many times do I have to tell you
that Maurizio never dines with us?

I've made you some spaghetti with
artichokes, which you like so much.

Do you know my dad?

- I knew him, yes.
- Why? Don't you know him anymore now?

Let's say that
I haven't seen him much lately.

Have you finished eating?
I have to go. It's late.

I have to go to bed.

- I bet mine will win.
- Mine has trained.

- What do you want to bet?
- Dunno.

- A peck. If I win, you'll give me a peck;
if you win, I'll give you a peck. - OK.

Ready,

on your mark,

go!

Go, go!
Faster! Go!

- No, that's not fair!
- It's fair!

It's fair!

Fabiola, too, would get angry
when she was little.

- Did you use to play with her, too?
- Sometimes.

You must love her,

because she acts tough,
but she's good as gold.

Here.

It was very nice of you
to help me with the groceries.

And with the future!

I see a bird.

You're good.
Did your mom teach you that?

Yes.

Lucia?

And I see a cloud.

But...

Who's that dark-haired woman,
instead?

Won't she take you
to your dad's?

- Do you know my dad?
- No.

I see you're asking
too many questions, then.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- It has a wonderful exposure.
- It's splendid.

This is Architect Paolo Marganti's
last renovation.

It's perfect in every detail. He was
finishing renovating the living area,

when, unfortunately,
he... hmm...

- When will Architect Marganti complete
his work? - Well, soon. Very soon.

Hi. Do you remember me?

I'm Ruggero.

- Are you interested in the house?
- Definitely.

Hello. Who's here?
Paolino?

Honey?

Hey, look:
do you like them?

- Where are the canvases?
- They'll arrive.

- The relation between container and content
is everything in contemporary art. - Sure.

What's this?

- An attempt of avant-garde.
- Avant-garde?

I feel my chance has come.

Galleries will vie to display my art;
there's research in it.

Listen: you, who can write so well...
will you help me with the presentation?

Yes. What should I present?
I mean, what should I write?

About your perception, about the harmony
that arises between you and my works of art,

- about your rebellion and indignation.
- Really?

Maybe go easy
on your indignation.

- The important thing is to express
a strong feeling. - What about that?

Paolino did this.

- Ah.
- Under my supervision, though.

Excuse me,
where's Paolino?

- Who?
- Paolo.

Paolo!

I knew I shouldn't
have trusted you.

You all talk grandly about "responsibility",
but in the end you only think about yourselves.

I had only asked Giacomo to stay with the child
because I wanted to go to the movies tonight.

It's all your fault, because you refused
to switch your day with mine.

- Now it's my fault.
- Sure.

Try to call him.

He isn't answering.

What are we doing?
Where...

That's a seedy bar for a child.
Are you crazy?

- Where's the boy? Have you seen him?
- No. Why?

Because we've lost him.

- Who is this gentleman?
- Nobody. He's nobody.

Mysterious men, rifles, gambling,
penthouses instead of fairy castles...

- Is that how you intend to raise this child?
- At least I haven't lost him.

- Did he tell you about
the penthouse? - Yes.

He also showed me how to
get there on his smartphone.

How do you think
the boy got here?

- He may have taken a taxi.
- How could he have paid for it?

- How? With his money, of course.
- Money? Don't tell me you gave him an allowance.

- I told you I'm against an allowance.
- No, you're tight-fisted.

I'm not going to let him out
with no money, like an orphan.

- I'm speechless.
- Good thing, so you'll shut up.

There he is!

- Oh my God! Paolino!
- Paolo!

Who is he?

- What are you doing here,
with the child? - Hello.

When I'm interested in a house,
I always visit the area at night,

and I found him here alone.

OK. Walk around.
Thanks.

Let's go.

He said his dad is the architect who renovated
the house, and was supposed to come back today.

He read it in the tea leaves.

- Sometimes we do things with tea...
- So you are his mother.

- Yes.
- Yes.

- No.
- No.

I appreciate what you did earlier, but
it's not nice to talk to a kid at this hour.

He's very tired.

I'll settle up with you
when we get home!

Bye.

Wait.
Let's try to understand.

Go away!
I'm not leaving here.

Did you hear what he said?
"Go away."

- Did you hear?
- I heard what he said.

And I don't know where he got
this rebelliousness.

Paolino, listen to me.

Why did you run
away from home?

Did I do something that hurt you?
Or did she do something that hurt you?

I'm not leaving here.
I'm waiting for Dad.

Then you might as well stay here until tomorrow,
Paolo, because Dad isn't coming back.

You said he'd soon complete
the renovation here.

What?

Listen, sometimes we say
inaccurate things...

- Is he coming back or not?
- No, he's not coming back.

- Yes, he's coming back!
- Gosh...

Help me!
Say something, too. Please!

Listen: destiny is strange sometimes,
because it presents us with things...

Paolo, Dad isn't coming back,
because he's dead!

He's dead.

She's brutal,
but I'm a coward.

We were both really worried
about you.

Your dad's death was
a shock for us.

We loved him.

- I'm a despicable person.
- Indeed.

Listen...

couldn't you tell him that story
of the penthouse? I don't know it.

The story of the penthouse?

Yes.

"Penthouse with a view
on Villa Pamphili,

"120 square metres,

"three exposures."

You can stay here with me
as long as you like, you know?

Just don't make this face;

your father used to make
the very same face.

Come on...

Sleep now. This mushy stuff that jellyfish
is teaching you is unnecessary.

Good night.

I just needed some quiet to concentrate.
Everyone can make a mistake.

You don't simply make "mistakes";
you produce disasters.

You killed Gino. You forgot about the child,
and he wandered alone all night.

Contrary to common belief,
I didn't kill anyone.

OK. However, you don't care about
the things that are important to me.

- You only think about yourself.
- Really? Am I not important to you?

After 2 years together, you haven't even
cleaned out a drawer for me yet,

while he's immediately had your trust,
your attention, and also a room.

- But he's a child. - That child could have
been ours. We were good together.

Baby... ask me to stay,
and give me a part of your study.

I loved you.

This story teaches us that solidarity is
the origin of all beautiful things in the world.

What film did you see?! It's the story
of someone who never gives up,

and who walks over everyone and
everything to get what he wants.

What would the film's
message be?

Closing the deal with the
"Chinese uncle".

The message is that union is not strength.
Union leads to crises and debts.

It was great!

What "uncle"? Paolino has no relatives.
Stop the deal, or I'll fire you!

Why don't you come for dinner this
weekend? You'd make him happy.

Bring... that painter, too.

- Ah.
- Yes, yes!

- No, I'm coming alone.
- Did he already dump you?

Friday?

Hello?

Am I late?
No, it's in 2 hours.

Shall I bring the dessert
or the wine?

What?

Please...

- What's this?
- Thank you.

The Family Court,
following a report,

Your report.

Besides, you never presented
yourself as a social worker.

...has ordered the removal of the child
so as to define his position.

Are you sure?
Our lawyer...

Didn't your lawyer inform you of the
correct procedure?! Give me his name.

No, I mean we need to call our lawyer, because
we don't know by what right you come here.

Is it true that the boy is being used as a
mediator in the trade with some Asian partners?

- A "mediator"! I only asked him to
translate some things. - What!

Is it true that the boy is being used
as a fortune-teller?

A "fortune-teller"! I only did a favour to
an old lady, a crazy woman who...

What are you writing?
Why are you writing?

The father entrusted the child to us through
a testamentary disposition, and...

with our relationship, that is
truly based on civility,

we're taking care
of him jointly.

- Well said!
- Thanks.

He entrusted the boy to us.
He's ours. Period. Goodbye.

- I'd point out that the child is not a property.
- Don't take our words literally.

And stop writing.
You're making me anxious!

- The child will be transferred within
36 hours. - "Transferred"? Where?

To a more suitable place.

Wait... We were talking so nicely.
Where are you going?

Sit down.
Come on, sit down!

That was all.
Thank you.

I've figured you out.

How can we settle this thing?
How can we settle it?

I... don't think I understand.

Yes, you understand.

15,000?

20,000?

You've totally got me wrong.
And be thankful that I'm not reporting you!

25,000!

I tried.

I'm ruined... ruined!
He's a minor, so it's a criminal offence.

We should have reported his case
immediately, and filed for guardianship.

- However, due to this inheritance thing...
- Shut up, you inept bungler!

What inheritance?

Don't you realize someone tipped them off?
Is it difficult for you to realize that?

What inheritance?

Oh, what an idiot I've been!
What an idiot!

I always think people can change,
but you haven't.

You only did it for the inheritance.
You couldn't care less about the child.

I trusted you, you know?
We were building something.

OK, but what was I to do?
Put yourself in my shoes.

- Your shoes horrify me.
- Yeah, right. You're envious!

Anyway, initially I did it for the inheritance,
but then, with his pretty little face,

he made me change my mind.

So I told him to stop looking for
a "Chinese uncle". Tell her.

What "Chinese uncle"?

- Did you agree to do this for her?
- He's a lawyer.

Do you know this is a huge conflict
of interest? I can't believe it!

People like her are obsessed
with conflict of interest.

- Let me explain something to you.
- Sure!

- Everything is a conflict
of interest in life. - Really?

Do you know why she did it?
To take the child away from me.

And to solve her problems
at home.

It suited you.

That's enough!
Stop it, both of you!

I'm talking now!
And I'll decide what to do,

since all you've been able to do so far,
is argue with each other,

with a total disregard
for Paolo's will.

We'll do as I say,
and in accordance with the law.

The boy will be handed over
to the authorities.

What?

- No!
- Over my dead body!

Have you everything ready?
RC car, games... everything?

I'm putting in
"The Great Chinese Architects",

"The Truth About Tibet"...
It's all in here.

Listen: not only you "can", but you must
share your things with the other kids,

and establish relations of friendship
and solidarity with them.

Be careful: don't let the other kids
take your things. This is your stuff;

keep an eye on it.

Your food must always be organic,
and cooked the way I cook it.

Actually, you don't cook
very well.

It's true!

I have a surprise for you.
Are you ready?

1, 2, 3...

"We make your dreams come true"

Aren't we beautiful?

Take this with you; if you can't sleep
at night, you can read a story.

Look how sweet he is:
he gave you his ball.

Thanks, Gino.

Doctor?

Huh?

Don't you think it's their right
to feel unwell? Simply "unwell"?

- Come on, go ahead.
- No, you go ahead.

Come on,
put those few little flowers.

Paolo loved wildflowers.

Where did you pick them, sweetie?
In a field back there?

- It annoys me when you call me
"sweetie". - Really, sweetie?

OK. Come on.

Well, I thought
they'd look worse.

What a son of a...
He fooled us both.

- What...
- Jesus!

It's my phone. It's loud because
otherwise I can't hear it.

It's Stefano.

Hello?
So?

Really?

He hadn't sold his farmhouse.
That's where he was keeping the boy.

- What a liar!
- Liar, liar!

Besides, Paolo died
on that road.

Stefano told me social workers tend to take
kids to areas where they've already lived.

So he must be around here.

Close the window.
It's too windy!

Come on...

Gino is carsick. He needs
to get some air. Please.

- I'll turn on the AC for that rat.
- Are you crazy? He has rhinitis!

He's already died once this year.
You'll kill him again.

- Gino, how are you?
- What's he doing? Wheezing?

Look, if he vomits on the seat,
I'll leave you both on the road!

He won't!

Done.

Now my car will smell
of vomit!

No...

Listen, for Gino, you can just
use a make-up remover cloth.

Yes, I'll take care of him.

How many times have you been
to that farmhouse?

3, 4, 5...
I don't remember.

OK, twice.
Only twice.

Twice.
That's it.

- I can't even count them.
- "I can't even count them."

Damn it! Do we really have
to stop at this farmhouse?

Come on, please. It's 6:00 pm.
We'll go and look for Paolino tomorrow.

So...
The keys should be...

See? I was right.

This house is well kept.
It could be sold in 2 minutes.

It's a sure sale.

It looks just like
the other house.

What a musty smell!

Oh my God, look:

400 euros down the toilet.
Look!

He was also a fisherman.
And I thought I knew everything about him.

I wonder where he met her.

I wonder when he met her.

But, after all,

when a man leaves
a woman for you,

you can be sure that, sooner or later,
he'll leave you for another woman.

- He didn't leave you, though.
- Because she died before he could leave me.

No, because he really loved you.

It took me a while to understand,
but I eventually understood, you know?

With you, he felt...
he felt lighter.

He had all those concrete,
real things...

Well, maybe they were a bit tacky,
but he was happy.

It's really a beautiful place,
isn't it?

He had chosen well
for Paolino.

The lake is making me sad.

Besides, it's humid.

I'm taking the master bedroom.
You can sleep in the small room, OK?

- OK.
- Good night.

- What is it?
- Excuse me...

I can't sleep in the other room.
I'm sorry, I'm getting anxious.

Besides, the door doesn't close well.
Doors are transitional spaces...

- OK, OK... Sleep here.
- Oh, thanks!

- Not the dog, or he'll drool on the bed.
- Gino, get down.

What's that?
What are you doing?

Nothing. Just to have
some privacy.

The Berlin Wall!

- Do you wear that even when
you sleep with men? - Yes, why?

Because sometimes one wears lingerie, fishnets
and garters, and then only looks like a whore,

while you look nice like that.
You look sophisticated.

Ah, well... thank you.

Your skin is falling
to pieces, though.

- Yes.
- Thank you!

- Listen, does that snail thing work?
- Did he tell you about it?

What a telltale! I had asked him
not to say anything.

Of course it works,
there's nothing better. And it shows!

I strongly oppose beauty treatments
involving animals.

- Are you sure?
- They're great for your arms, you'll see.

- Who gives you these big snails?
- My father.

- It's the only good thing he does.
- Why?

Well, because...

when I was 5, he abandoned me
in a convent school. He left me there.

He said: "I'll be right back.",
but I didn't see him again for years.

- What about your mother?
- She left when I was 3.

Anyway...
what about the hottie?

- What hottie?
- The cool guy you're dating.

- Ah, Giacomo. Do you think he's cool?
- Sure!

Well... he left.

But it's for the best.
He's irresponsible.

You could have tried a little harder,
you could have fought a little harder.

For Giacomo?

No, I mean for Paolo.

You would have surely lost
against me anyway...

but you didn't even try.

What are you doing,
snoring?

No, it's Gino.
He has such a bad cold...

He also has a cold!

He's here, you'll see.
I feel it.

- Oh! Good morning.
- Good morning, darlings.

- We've come to see Paolo Marganti.
- How thoughtful of you!

- He's here, isn't he?
- Yes.

Paolo Marganti...
Here he is.

Err, no, unfortunately, there is no person
authorized to visit him. I'm sorry, darlings.

Look again, sister.
There should be a person.

Please... excuse me,
darlings...

OK. Then...

- Let's make an offering.
- No, you've done enough damage already.

Excuse me, but now I have
to ask you to leave, darlings.

Enough with the "darlings"!

- If a board of nuns existed, Jesus would
have already struck you off. - Sisters!

You're heartless!

Show them out.

Gino! Gi..

Gino!

Catch that dog!
Even the dog now...

Hey, wait!

Wait, wait!

- Gino, did you find him? Huh?
- What are you doing, talking to the dog?!

- He said "yes".
- He found him!

- How is he? What did he say?
- What are you doing, talking to the dog?!

Well...

Wait...

Where is he?

- There he is! Do you see him?
- Yes!

- Paolo! Paolino!
- Shut up! Let's keep quiet!

How cute!

Look at that "fox".
He's just like his dad, isn't he?

- Let's throw them at the window.
- OK.

Throw it.

Look: he's seen us!

- Hi!
- Hi!

- Paolino!
- Hi!

- The nun! Holy crap...
- Jesus Christ!

Gino!

Good boy!
Let's go.

My goodness,
it has a sinister look!

- What are you afraid of?
We're the bad guys here. - Shh!

- Where do we go now?
- This way!

Come, come!

Paolino!

- Paolino?
- There you are!

Easy.
Come.

Easy...
That's it.

Hi, Gino!

- Shall I get my backpack?
- Oh, your backpack! I'll get it.

No, don't get your backpack.
We've just come to see you.

If we take you away with us now,
then we'll have to run forever.

We'll do all the paperwork, and then
we'll come back and take you home.

No, we'll take him away now.
You said I have to fight.

Try to be reasonable.

No, you be reasonable; they'll never
give him to us. We are two women.

Besides, you're an affectless person with
a huge conflict of interest. I'm a disaster,

I can't keep a man, I talk to animals,
and I believe in spirits.

- Who would give me a child?
- Well, all in all, I would.

- Really?
- Yes.

Well... I, too, would give you a child.
After a cultural reeducaton, of course.

- Oh my God! The police!
- Who called the police?

- Oh my goodness!
- Let's hide here!

- I can't do it. I don't feel well.
- Shut up! It's all right, Paolino.

Come here, Gino!

Gosh... my phone!

- Hello?
- Don't answer!

It's Giacomo.
Hi, Giacomo. I'm in a delicate situation.

- "Delicate"! - I know I always
say that, but it's really delicate.

Are you having an art show?
He's having an art show!

- May I see your ID?
- She's on the phone! Wait a second!

Sorry, I have to go now,
Giacomo. I'll call you back.

Let go of her!

Tell me your names. You don't realize
how much trouble you're getting in.

Take them to the station
and keep them quiet!

- Don't touch them!
- Good! Very good!

Look, this jacket cost me
2,000 euros, so don't pull it!

"Repeated trespass.

"Attempted abduction of a minor,

"who had previously been concealed
from the Custody of the Law.

"Resisting a police officer..."

- "Resisting"?! No!
- No! There were 8 of them against 2 of us!

Your Honour, we must take into account
the genuine affection shown for the child...

albeit in a peculiar way,
I'd say!

- Is there any male figure?
- There are several.

Mr. Maurizio Alonso, Mrs. Fabiola's handyman.
He's a Bocconi University graduate.

- Mr. Attilio, Mrs. Conti's father.
- Present, Your Honour.

- I only have some small, insignificant
offences on record - Shh!

The here-present lawyer Stefano Lucenti,
the deceased's best friend,

and his partner, Marco Chang,
who is Chinese like little Paolo.

Are you together?

I'm here, too.

So, young man,
what do the tea leaves say?

She's a bad cook. She never buys groceries.
She talks to dead people, and is always nervous.

She's tough. All she talks about is
money, and she treats everyone badly.

They're not perfect. They fight all the time.
But they are my family.

The only one I have.

There's no doubt that the two figures
who are requesting guardianship...

constitute two very
bizarre prototypes.

Being firmly convinced that a family is the
place where care, and not biology, resides,

I see myself inclined to entrust the minor
to the guardianship of Mrs....

- Fabiola Conti, the father's next-of-kin...
- It's for the best.

Besides, she hates me!

and the figure who can offer
more stability.

"Dear Lucia, I know I've hurt you,
but I also know I've loved you a lot, and truly."

"Dear Fabiola, my love, I know I've hurt you,
but I also know I've loved you a lot, and truly."

"I know you always thought that you didn't want
children, that you wouldn't be a good mother.

"A mother is only someone who finds, for someone
else's sake, the generosity and courage

"that she's never had
for her own sake.

"I'm asking you to have this
courage for Paolo,

"and also to have the courage
to let her into your life;

"you'll both stop being alone,

"and you'll find out that
you're not so different,

"and that everything
can change."

Excuse me, but these paintings
look just like Paolo Junior's drawings.

Well, there's a certain
inspiration that...

By the way, can you keep the child next
Tuesday? It's my staff's day off.

But the judge said...

It's not that a friend can't keep the child
every time I need her to.

- Every time I am willing to!
- Yes, sure.

- What is it? - That painter,
that artist is looking at you.

- Yes, I've got it.
- Go, go!

Go, go!

- Is she yours? - Her name's Pepa. I saved her
from certain death on the motorway.

- How is she?
- She's doing great now. Aren't you, Pepa?

For any problem, abandonment trauma...
you can bring her to me any time.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Well done!

- How he looks at you!
- Well, he's cute.

"Cute"? He's cool!

However, that long-eared dog...
Where did he find her?

- He said he found her...
- She's not his!

- He borrowed her from
that lady over there. - Ah!

Which one?
Ah!

- She's not his!
- He's like that...

Looking at him,
he's more of my type, you know?

Watch out
or I might steal him too!

- What?
- Yes!

Shall we go have
some pizza?

- No!
- Yes!

OK, let's go!

English subtitles by
YRR and Alex

Translation of "Gitanjali"
by R. Tagore (1861-1941)