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ULMA
Region of Baden - Württemberg Summer 1985

This is certainly the most
bitter disappointment

that our family has ever had.

I'm very sorry Mr. Father.

If I were allowed to reply though..

No, you are not allowed to.

Your failure is to be considered final.

You will leave your studies today
and come with me to Pavia,

hoping that some of my workers

be so generous as to take
you on as an apprentice.

Mr. Father please, Pavia no, I can recover.

I can recover the lost year.

Please not in Pavia.

Please not in Pavia.

Pavia no.

Please, God, please.

Please, God, please, please,
please, God, please.

God, please. Please, God, please.
God, please.

God, please, please.

"Three random reasons why
being sawed off is death.

Reason number one: I failed.

There was one thing I had to do,
study, and I wasn't able to.

Reason number two: I will
lose all my friends.

Of the bond with my classmates,
soon nothing will remain.

They will continue to move forward
together and I will be forgotten."

Hey, Pezzali!

Now your mom is going
to have a heart attack.

"You are wrong, classmate
of whom, precisely,

I don't remember the name anymore.

The problem is not my mother."

You will spend this summer
with us in the shop.

"But my father."

I understand, Dad.

- Sure. - Mh.

"Well, I thought it was worse. I
thought they'd make me do..."

Ah!

And, of course, you'll
also do the funerals.

All funerals.

No.

"And here we come to reason number
three: funerals all summer long."

The 883!

Max Pezzali and Mauro Repetto!

883!

Oh, we've been looking
for you for three hours.

I knew you were here.

I Joy Division...

..I'm not punk and we know it.

But in '76, in Manchester,
the Sex Pistols performed.

Three guys attend the concert:
Peter Hook, Terry Mason

and Bernard Sumner, the
future Fifth Division.

The next day, Peter Hook
enters a record store,

buys a bass and starts a band.

I mean, without the Sex Pistols
we wouldn't have Joy Division.

It all started with punk.

Massimo, you swear to me that you
won't tell this stuff to girls?

Because it's the perfect way to
not get laid, you know, yeah?

Yes, Cisco, I know, I'm just telling you.

Oh, but remember, because
chicks hate know-it-alls.

Because we don't give a
shit when they broke up

le "Fruit Joy Division".

- Musicians get laid,
know-it-alls don't, okay? - Yeah.

Anyway, come on, enough with
this post-failure depression.

We have to move on, we have to grieve.

These are exactly the
things that happen in life.

Oh, anyway, I mean, let's remember that
it could always have been worse, eh.

Worse?

And how?

No. In fact, from... from a
scholastic point of view,

failing is already rock bottom, but, for
example, your mother could have told you:

"This summer you won't go
to Lignano with Cisco."

No, Massimo.

No, Massimo, what a drag.

What a drag, Massimo, what a drag!

That is, I have to go to Lignano
with Nemorino? Me and Nemorino?

But what a horrible vacation is this?

Massimo, why did you do this to me?

I can't trust anyone anymore,
not even you, you understand?

From my best friend.
Massimo, why did you fail?

Me and Nemorino.

Me and Nemorino, in Lignano Sabbiadoro.

"Cisco is right.

Why did they fail me?

How did I fall so low?"

..and I'm going to Lignano with Nemorino.

We will never find out.

"A question I've asked
myself a million times.

In the end I answered myself
that it all started a year ago,

in a place I've never been

and it even has a shitty name: Cesenatico.

Marisa is tired and doesn't want to go
to the bonfire, but Marica insists.

He says that Maurizio will
probably be at the bonfire,

met on the beach that same morning

and much appreciated by Marica

for his undeniable talent
in playing rackets."

But then I don't even know anyone.
Come on, what am I coming to do?

Come on, we're only here for half an hour.
You know how much I like it, do it for me.

"If Marisa had been more resolute,
I wouldn't have failed."

Okay, but we're only here for half an hour.

"Raffaele, known as Lello, loved
spending his holidays around

with his van converted into a camper.

The goal is to arrive in Morocco in October

and go further and further
south to chase the summer.

In theory, he would have a
half-appointment in Cervia

with some of his friends from West Berlin,

but getting there seems quite complicated.

Lello, who made fatalism
a reason for living,

changes his plans to an unknown fate.

If Lello had followed the original plan,

I wouldn't have failed."

"Marisa, who until that moment had
only been with Riccardo Bettelli,

she had never met a boy as
beautiful and sensual as Lello."

Listen, but...

..will you take me with you to Morocco?

Yes, yes, of course. Um, now
we understand, come on.

"If Lello and Marisa had taken
precautions that evening,

I wouldn't have failed."

I am really happy with this van.
Thank you very much.

- Eh, so many memories. - Yes, eh?

Maybe I'll change its color.

I made this color to go to Morocco.

- Ah. - But you do it.

No, no, for goodness sake.

If... it's okay like this,
I'll keep it like this.

Thanks, then, goodbye.

Until we meet again.

Huh? Did you see that bomb of a car?

Dad, why did you buy this shit? It stinks.

In the meantime, we really
needed it in the shop.

And when will we ever get
a deal like this again?

Do you remember Raffaele, Gianca's son?

He was a free spirit, he
traveled, he played music.

Oh, this summer he got a
girl from Lodi pregnant.

Now he works as a clerk at Bonelli, the
home appliance store in the center

and so he doesn't need the van anymore.

What are you doing?

I'm going to get an Arbre Magique,

because in fact there is a terrible stench.

"If Marica hadn't convinced Marisa,

if Lello hadn't missed the exit,
if they had used protection,

but above all if Lello hadn't
forgotten the most beautiful cassette

of the world in the stereo of
the van he sold to my father,

punk wouldn't have changed my
life and I wouldn't have failed.

Ramones, Clash, Dead Kennedys
and of course Sex Pistols.

And that's where the questions began."

Arturo, I can understand that
you don't have the first albums

Minor Threat, but damn, the Stooges.

Why does no one listen to punk in Pavia?

"Why doesn't anyone listen to punk in Pavia
and why didn't I discover it before?

And then, who was I before punk?

And finally, the most difficult
question of all: who am I today?"

So, Massimo, you have minus
3.25 and minus four.

So, since you're fixated, the good news

is that you can put these
fucking contact lenses.

Well, and is there any bad news?

No, instead there is another good news.
With contact lenses...

Yes, yes, yes.

Okay, okay, come on, I'll
take them, I'll take them.

"I don't know if it was
the glasses, the music,

but a beautiful period began.

Now I had new friends.

There was Luca, called Nemorino...

..Paul and Andrew.

Everyone's obsessed with music, with punk.

All of whom, like me, didn't
have much in common with Pavia."

Rob Younger is not a valid
example, because he is a surfer,

he is not a musician.
- But in fact that's why

that I was just at the
first Radio Birdman album.

Guys, if we continue to mix
punk and proto-punk here,

we're not getting out of this anyway.
- He's right... - Guys!

But what the fuck do we care?

"And of course there was Cisco."

We have to think about pussy.

"With Cisco it was a little
different, he had always been there.

Cisco didn't care about
music, school, or Pavia.

Cisco didn't care, period.

Cisco was the punkest of us,
he just didn't know it."

"I remember the endless
concerts from that period,

the music that makes your ears ring,

seeing the sunrise with girls
whose names I didn't know

and the headache at 5:00 in the morning."

Massimo, but it's 5:00 in the morning.

Eh, I know, but we had a problem

with Cisco's little engine, which...

"For every night out with
friends, there was a failed test.

Every binge was a failed class assignment."

Pezzali?

Pezzali?

"I didn't have my glasses
anymore, I knew a lot of songs,

I had friends, but who was I really?

I knew it.

I definitely found myself
being the failed idiot."

So? Did you write everything down?

- Yes, Dad. - Eh, let's repeat.

What, we repeat? We don't have
to take back the Falklands!

Come on, they're funeral flowers.

I don't want to make a fool of myself.

Let's repeat.

I arrive at church before everyone else.

I place the crowns
symmetrically to the altar

and with diagonal and above
all clearly visible ribbons.

And why?

Because whoever paid the
crown wants it to be known.

Good! And then?

Then I place myself in a
secluded spot, but not too much,

because if they needed
me, I wouldn't know why,

they need to know where they are.

And I wait for the very long mass to end,

at the end of which I follow the
undertakers to the cemetery,

where I will reposition the crowns,

always strictly symmetrical,
for goodness sake,

and I wait again.

"But this time they can
all go fuck themselves.

And this for all the days
that God will send on earth,

until the end of this infamous summer,

to be precise, the 18th of
my pathetic existence."

What do you play?

- What are you playing? It's a funeral.
- Last chance.

- Jump up and don't say anything.
- Come on, we'll talk to your father.

Max, look, nothing's happening, eh.

People still die, even without you.

This week alone I made eight.

- Eh! - Eight deaths in one week.

It's normal, it's normal, because
rather than staying here in the summer,

people die. But are you
done for today at least?

No, I have the last one. Then I'm done.

Max, jump up, come with us, please.

I swear, I'll make you talk about music
until the toll booth, I promise.

Cisco, don't be a pain in the ass.

I told you he wasn't coming.

Okay, I tried.

If I fuck, I think of you.

Okay? See you in September.

"'Rather than stay here in
the summer, people die.'

Absolute truth.

But, if you think about it,
what Cisco didn't know,

it was that my summer was
about to take a turn

totally unexpected."

Can you offer me one?

"Oh, fuck!"

Yes, yes, yes, yes. No... sorry.

"Just so we're clear, she's
Silvia Panayiotopoulos.

Half Greek, half Pavia, famous for being,

without a shadow of a doubt, the
coolest girl in the world."

And...

She's my grandmother.

- Ah. - Grandma Adele.

Condolences.

You're Pezzali, right?

"Okay, stop everyone, he knows my name.
How the fuck is that possible?"

And this is Pierluca. Cute, but
ultimately nothing special.

This?

This is Pezzali. He says he's
punk, but he's just a real loser.

He thinks that's the only one they sawed.

No!

Yes.

It's me.

I'm Cinzia's cousin, I
think she's in your class.

Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes.

"Ah, ecco!"

Friendly!

They sawed you off, huh?

Yes, um, yes, but...

..there's something underneath.

That is, if you miss two
more classes, they fail you.

I mean, music definitely has
something to do with it.

In this shithole, as soon as someone
goes half against the grain...

So you're doing funerals now?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Here I am... No, because my parents have...
they're in the loop.

No, I do something else in the summer.

Eh... travel.

In the summer I travel a lot
and in fact I have this van

which I use as a camper...

..because I travel a lot...
- What were you saying before about music?

No, eh... Ah, about music, yes, because...

..I basically have my own project, eh...
what can we say...

..it's based a lot on English punk rock.

I don't know if...

..mhm, no.

Let's say London in the
70s, Notting Hill and...

..Camden Town...

Eh... how boring to talk about music.

I don't like it at all. Talking
about music is one thing...

..no, I like making music, that's it.

Oh, so you're a singer?

Yes. Yes.

Yes... I sing, I play, I do...

- ..a little bit of everything.
- Silvia, shall we go?

I arrive.

Listen, you're here, right?

Here? Yes, yes, of course,
and who's moving?

And do you want to have
a beer this evening?

I don't want to be alone
with my mother, I swear,

I can't stand it anymore.

If you don't have anything to do.

No, no, that's okay.

Yes... but... tonight?

I don't know, I had something...

..but no, oh well.

I'll move something, okay.

Okay, I live in Cinzia's building.
You know?

Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, perfect.

- Shall we say nine? - Great.

- Bye bye.

"Incredible, Silvia Panayiotopoulos,
called 'Silvia Athens' for convenience,

he asked me out, me!

Thank you, Cinzia, for telling her my name.

Thank you, Grandma Adele,
that you are dead.

Thank you, Silvia's mother,
for having a relationship

extremely conflicted with your daughter.

But above all, thank you, Pavia, for
being more desolate in the summer

of El Paso which, for those who
don't know, is a desolate city

between Mexico and the United States, and
that does not provide valid alternatives

to beautiful girls like her."

HI.

So? What do we do?

Well, I've got a range of
possibilities lined up, now...

At that time...

No, no, no, you have to raise your elbow
and your neck has to be straight.

I can't do it, it makes me laugh.

No, the important thing is
that you take nice big sips.

to appreciate the flavor well. Trust me.
There it is. Did you see?

- Here. - I can't do it.

No, I mean, it's actually normal to
be a little awkward at the beginning.

That is, it takes years and years
of experience in Dublin pubs.

Have you been there?

To Dublin? No, no, no.

But I read a very interesting article

on Irish double malt beers.

You know I've never drunk a dark beer?

I like.

Yes, technically it would be dark.

- Dark beer.
- I've never even been to this place.

My friends always go to Bar Lux.

Well, then, "friends", I've known
them for less than a year,

since I moved for the umpteenth time.

What's it like to move...?

In what sense?

To change place, that is,
to live somewhere else.

I have always been here in Pavia.

So, let me think.

I was born in Athens and
my parents separated

that I was very little.

Then my mother immediately got involved
with this one who kept moving around.

and we were in London for a while, then
in Madrid, then two years in Bologna.

And then my mother broke up with
this guy too and we're in Pavia.

And then she was born here.

Well, a lot of places.

Yes. Moving is always different.

Usually, terrible, because
you lose all your friends

and you have to start all over again.

But sometimes it's liberating.

And you start to develop this
very strong sense of adaptation.

How did I do?

Well.

Listen, but this music thing,

Cinzia told me that you're like a punk.

Yes and no. I mean...

..is a bit reductive.

It's such a complicated
panorama that I can't...

it's also hard to explain to you.
- Okay, but what you play is punk?

Uhm, no...

It's a little more contaminated. I
have different influences, also...

Yes, I understand, but like?

Uh, like...

..like take the Clash...

..at least the ones in
"Give 'Em Enough Rope"...

..but you take away Joe
Strummer and add Joy Division.

Massimo, I don't understand
a damn thing you're saying.

Well, in...

But like, if I asked you
to do a song for me...

..could you do it?

"Fuck!"

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

- Sure! - Really? Come on. - Yes.

- But it's really cool. - Huh.

Nobody has ever made a song for me.

Eh, I'll do it.

What's the problem?

"Fuck, fuck."

You seem like a smart guy, though.
How come they failed you?

Uh...

..failed...

..can I tell you the truth, right?

"And I explained to her my theory of
Cesenatico, of Raffaele called Lello,

of the box found in the van,
of the fate that wanted it

that I discovered punk
and that they failed me.

Things I hadn't told
anyone, not even Cisco.

Things that I didn't even have
the courage to confess to myself

and I would have continued for another
1,000 hours if she hadn't decided

to change my life forever."

Shh.

"And suddenly, time stopped.

The Ticino was no longer the Ticino,
which is shit, but the Nile,

the Ganges, the Euphrates, the Indus,
the Orinoco, or any other river

of those who give rise
to new civilizations.

Pavia became Luxor, Jerusalem, Damascus.

And fate, which I thought
was evil and vengeful,

he didn't want me to fail.

He wanted me here, at this
exact moment, kissing Silvia

and to experience the most
beautiful evening of my life."

Here I am.

Look, I wasn't kidding
about the song before.

When I come back, let me hear it.

Sure, no, no problem, I'll...

..but exactly, when are you coming back?

Um, well, early September, I think.

Like everyone.

Com... What is the name of
the village you're going to?

Uh...

..Sunny Village, in Palinuro.

Why?

No, no, just like that,
maybe I had been there.

But no, I haven't been there.

Listen, thanks for tonight. I just
didn't know who to go out with.

- I had fun, a lot. - No, me too.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

HI.

"I love you, Silvia!

I love you like I've never loved anyone.

Don't leave, please, stay with me."

- And don't forget the song.
- Yes, yes, yes, of course.

"But... wait a minute, everyone stop!

But like, are we together now?"

Why the fuck didn't I ask him?

"And who knows what he wanted to say?

with 'I didn't know who
else to go out with'.

But what the fuck is Palinuro?

Where the fuck is he?

But why do people go there?

Ok, one thing at a time.

The song. The song, shit.

How hard can it be?"

- Silvia Panayiotopoulos? - Sì.

- "Silvia Atene"? - Eh.

But did you fuck?

I mean, Nemorino, everyone
here fucks except us.

Everyone, damn it, everyone.

Cisco, please, this is serious.

I basically promised her I
would write her a song.

What the fuck kind of
fucking promise is that?

Massimo, you can't play shit.

- And indeed, exactly. "Silvia Athens".

I'm amazed, look. I'll deny I said that...

..but I'm really proud of you.

Anyway, you're in deep shit.

No, but that's actually
why I was calling you.

- Your brother. - Huh.

Eh, he's doing his military
service in Belluno, right?

Well, it's very difficult for me.

understand the mental connection you made.

No, I mean, if you're doing your
military service in Belluno...

..what the fuck do you need the
guitar you just bought for?

You are completely crazy.

I mean, aside from the fact
that it's an electric guitar,

but if he finds out,
he'll kill me, you know?

That's right, if he finds out,
Cisco, but he doesn't find out!

I'll get it for him, then as
soon as he gets back on leave,

I put it back in its place
without him even noticing.

Come on!

But what is it?

But what is it?

Eh!

- Massimo! - Dad!

But can't you see that I'm working?
But at least knock!

Listen, Massimo. I've been married
to your mother for 20 years.

and I've never seen her suffer so much.

You have to meet us halfway, you
can't piss us off like this.

What the fuck! First you
fail, then you torture us.

So, first point, I don't like it at all

this attitude you have.

Then, as you know, I
have a passion for music

and I'm trying to cultivate it and
you as a parent should encourage it.

Then, if you had me take a
guitar course when I was little

instead of that fucking
Greco-Roman wrestling,

we weren't here now, in
this tragic situation.

Because, Dad, this is a tragic situation.

The tavern. Tomorrow I'll free up the
tavern for you, so you can practice there.

And that's great news.

It makes a difference, excellent.

Of course, it all needs to be cleared out.

In exchange, you make
deliveries in the morning.

No, Dad, please, no deliveries.

Do you want to be a musician or not?

Massimo, do you remember
where you have to go?

Yes, Mom, yes.

In via Garibaldi, 28!

Listen to my voice.

Tulips delivered.

Let me guess, for the
girl on Corso Garibaldi.

I mean, we're really losing
control here, though.

Bigger every day.

I don't know who this
mysterious suitor is, but...

..but also for traffic.

Massimo, we signed you up for Taramelli.

At Taramelli?

Yes.

Why the fuck do you want
me to change schools?

I did everything you asked me to
do: the funerals, the deliveries!

They're all on vacation.

I'm here with the social life
of Saint Anthony in the desert!

Look, I don't like the weird
friends you made at Copernicus.

- Taramelli is more respectable. - Yes.

Mom, what strange friends?

I've known Cisco since elementary school
and it doesn't seem like much to me.

who failed me in elementary school.

And then Taramelli is not respectable,

Taramelli is full of posers.
You are condemning me,

this is a sentence, mom! - Massimo, listen.

I won't let you go through
another year like this, okay?

Listen to mommy.

Come on, go make this delivery.

"If the transfer is added to the rejection

in another school, the reasons
why 'being sawn off is death'

they become four.

I will be left completely alone.

But what did I have in my head?

Learn to play guitar in three weeks

and write a song for a girl who
knows what she's doing now?

What an asshole!

How deluded!"

My God, what a face!

Look, forget it.

Come on, come in, go.

So you don't want to go to Rome?

No.

I just started this job and
I don't want to change.

But then to Rome to do what, excuse me?

I don't know, but if you don't go to Rome,
this guy will keep sending you roses.

- He's not one to stop. - Oh well!

I understand. But look, I'm even
saying it against my own interests.

I mean, with the money he sends us,
my parents paid for their van.

But it can't go on like this.

Well, first of all, thanks to him
who sends you here every day,

you and I became friends.

Maria, then, we became friends
because they are two solitudes

who meet. The only two assholes
left in Pavia in August.

If I just think about it,
look, it makes me angry.

Here, no, I prefer not to, better not.

I'm nervous, the coffee isn't.

Massimo, but you can't take a
change of school that badly, eh!

I mean, there are other
things too, like the guitar.

How's it going?

Keep...

..honestly I even feel a little ridiculous.

Me with this guitar, like Kiss,

what the fuck does this "Gianna,
Gianna" sound like, look...

I even learned it, but that's not it.

I don't understand how he could
have thought that was possible.

something like that.

In my opinion, you have some things to say.

I mean, I think I'm good at
figuring out who's good.

In my opinion...

..you have talent.

Maria...

..with all due respect...

..what the fuck do you know?
Sorry, huh, no, really.

I mean, you're a lawyer. You don't
understand these things, artistic things.

Then, if we want to console
the troubled teenager,

let's console him, go.

Maybe I have something that can help you.

Do you remember when I was at that
anti-piracy conference two months ago,

where exactly did I meet...?

They showed us this videotape

still unpublished in Italy...

..which seems to be becoming very
popular among the youth of Milan.

They're an American band
that makes amazing music.

Eh, and why did I come to mind?

Because they don't play
any instruments either.

"Chuck D, i Public Enemy, i
Beastie Boys, gli N.W.A,

they were telling me that guitars
were no longer of any use

and that a geek like me
had everything he needed

to make music."

Yes, good morning.

I would like to speak with one of
your guests, Silvia Panayiotopoulos.

"Pana" what?

Panayiotopoulos.

Ah. - Panayiotopoulos.

Um, just a moment and I'll have her call.

Thank you.

What the fuck!

- Hello? - Silvia, hello!

HI.

Who are you?

Maximum.

Maximum!

- Bye bye!

Sorry, it's a complete mess here,

I think I wanted to send you a postcard,

then it slipped my mind, sorry.

Oh, no, of course not! No, you're welcome.

No, because I also had a lot...

Silvia!

Coming, Coming, Coming. And nothing,
how are you? Everything okay?

Yes, everything is fine,
everything is in order.

Really good, really good, good, good.

No, I was calling you because
you remember the song?

That... I mean, I'm moving on, eh.

The base is practically ready
and now I'm writing the text...

..and I wanted to ask you a question...

..I mean, I wanted to tell
you something, actually.

I don't know why I said "question".

But I wanted to tell you
something important.

Hmm...

..nothing, practically...
- Come on, Silvia. We're leaving.

- One moment. Come with us.

Silvia...

..I-I miss you. I mean, I don't...

Just a moment. I'll be
right there, right there.

Come on, handsome, okay.

- We'll talk later, okay? - Silvia?

There's someone calling
you, a boy, I think.

Yes, he is an animator. You can't
understand how funny he is, he kills me.

- Oh, an animator. Actually,
I think I have to go...

There was a time when I too...

Massimo, it was really nice to hear
from you, huh. Thank you very much.

- Hello, hello. - ..Animation, make a...

"An animator? Oh well, what's the harm?

I don't think it's appropriate
for me to act jealous.

And then those are professionals
who do their job...

..which is precisely acting nice.

Words have never been a problem for me,

but of course, after this phone call,
the lyrics of the song could not

than talking about broken
hearts, unrequited love,

maybe even some asshole
village entertainers

but fortunately they die early."

"The rest of the summer

I spent it practically
buried in the tavern.

So focused that I didn't notice

that summer was practically over."

What the fuck are you doing?

Well, the first night at
the disco went badly.

They didn't let Nemorino
in, that was predictable.

The problem is that, once inside,

all the dancers were, I won't tell
you, 30 years old, but almost.

- Ah.
- I'm aiming for this one, half Creole,

half eastern, Indo-Pacific area, right?
Just to be clear.

And I approach with my...
with my pace, that...

..do you know my step?

My step, the very famous one.

No, I don't remember it.

Okay, and as I get closer, this
one looks at me for a moment,

he looks me up and down and
says, "Hey, get out of here."

That is, in the end she wasn't
Polynesian, but from Brianza.

"Out of the ball".

Look, people are rude, anyway.

There I understood, Friuli is not...

..it's not the right place to fall in love.
- Mh-mh.

- No, Massimo. - Oh, yes.

- Did you really do it? - Yes.

But fuck, now I can't hang
out with you anymore.

- Okay, listen to her first. - No.

No, I love you, I don't want to hear this.

That's "Silvia Athens",
it's the forbidden dream

of 85% of males in Pavia,
between 16 and 35 years old.

She's a bitch conformed to the Pavia good

that eats you and regurgitates
you, like a mother swallow.

Okay, so in the evening on the embankment?

The evening on the embankment
has a very specific name.

It's called: "I'm pissing myself
off at home before leaving"

"and you're the only one left."

I think he told you that too, right?

Not to mention that you go
to school together now,

so if you make a fool of yourself, you
have to see it every day afterwards.

What do you mean "we go
to school together"?

Massimo, everyone knows that
Silvia makes Taramelli.

Eh, well, that could be trouble.

But think how wonderful it
would be if we got together.

All the recesses to hide us.

Do...

Massimo, you're not getting together.

And if you believe it even for a moment,

then you're not an incurable
dreamer, but you're an idiot.

And if you play her that
tape, well, then, my friend,

you are going to have a
very difficult year.

"But what do you know, Cisco?
What do you know about love?

With your go-go dancers and your bar tips.

What do you know about how
I feel when I see Silvia?

No, when we kissed

I felt that she felt something too.

I couldn't have dreamed that."

Thank you.

- Bye bye.

"No, the ass fucking that
always comes in the end.

This is the worst thing that could happen.

Alessandro Tizzi, graduated last year

after two years as a school representative
and three times Mister Liceo."

There's one offer you
absolutely can't refuse,

why am I giving you philosophy, which
I have practically never used,

at half the price, even though
it should be worth much more.

And why?

Because it has my phone number in it.

But let's do this: if you give
me yours, I'll also give you

Latin literature at half the price and
I'll give you astronomical geography,

that it doesn't take much anyway.

Let's do this: we'll meet at the exit
and maybe I'll buy them for you.

Mhm, I'm counting on it.

- See you then. - Bye. - Bye.

Hi Silvia.

- Massimo! - Hello.

He how are you?

Everything is fine.

No, it's just that you're back,
I thought I'd say hello.

Sure.

Well, bye then, see you around.

Y-yes.

We are in the same school now.

- Ah, are you coming to Taramelli? - Yes.

It seems incredible.

Anyway, no, I was looking for
you because... Do you remember?

I told you that...

Listen, do you mind if we talk about
this later, because I have to go in?

Yes, yes, that's fine.

HI.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you...

..before leaving I was really upset...

..and that evening too...

..well, it was something like that, right?

For you too, right?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, of course.

Sure, you're welcome!

- I'm glad we cleared things up.
- Oh, thank goodness!

- Okay. - See you then. - Yes.

HI.

"That's right, I was wrong.

I don't know what I expected.

For a moment I thought that Marica,
Marisa, Raffaele called Lello,

the van, the punk and the failure
were part of the same plan.

And instead I find myself
back where I started."

"Nevertheless...

..when all seems lost...

..when it seems like in places
like these nothing ever happens...

..that the world out there
goes on without you,

that we can't get out of here

and that everything seems like one big funeral
that has been going on for several decades,

Suddenly extraordinary things
happen that change everything."

Ah, the repeater.

But if it arrives late
on the first day too,

we're off to a very bad start.

Come and sit here in the front row.

"Suddenly you realize that Marica, Marisa,

Raffaele called Lello, the Ramones
cassette, punk, the failure

and Silvia were a very complicated design

who wanted you to arrive at
that desk, on that chair."

Hi, Mauro.

Maximum.

But why Massimo?

Max... beh...

..sounds better.

"And that's the beauty
of extraordinary things,

that when they happen, not
everyone realizes it."

No, I prefer Massimo, thanks.

"But obviously I couldn't
know all this yet."