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This is "Don't beat around the bush."

Come on, go, you.

Come on, it's your turn and
then I have an early turn.

Okay, come on.

Honey, mommy is coming.

Raffaele, did you put on
your diaper last night?

Heard? This simplicity?

You can only get it with
a classical guitar.

If you start with an electric
one you'll only hurt yourself.

You are very good.

I don't know if I'll
ever get to this level.

But no, no, it seems to me
that the desire is there.

With a little effort I'm
sure you can do it.

Actually, let's do it like this...

..to encourage you I'll also give you
a little discount on the guitar.

- Thanks! - Come on.

- And let me know how it goes, eh.
- Sure, and thanks again.

Forget about it.

- I'm going on lunch break.
- Lello, what the fuck did you do?

What the fuck did I do, Mr. Bonelli?

That boy wanted to buy
a 700,000 lire guitar

and you sold him a 200 one!

What the fuck is your
head telling you, huh?

But the boy is now
approaching the instrument.

It seemed premature to me at the very least

sell him Jimi Hendrix's guitar.

Who cares! We are here to invoice.

If that boy changes his mind,
then that's all the better.

will you buy another instrument
here with us, right?

Shall I warm it up for you, Lello?

No, no, thanks, that's fine.

"It's a strange feeling when
you realize that your life

it has become very different
from what you had dreamed.

And all you can do is ask yourself...

..'But how could this happen?'."

The 883!

Max Pezzali and Mauro Repetto!

883!

- Bye bye.

Do you want a coffee?

Yes please.

Which then, in practice...

..it's about going around
making people sing

with the writings underneath.

But what writings?

Look, you see, it's not
even easy to explain.

Basically, the words of
the song are superimposed

and as the song goes on, the
writings become more colored.

- Understood? - No.

Here, in fact, it is not clear.
Enough, I do not do it.

But then, I say, how can something
like this be successful?

But who might be interested?

I don't even know if I'm
suitable to be a presenter,

because I'm not a presenter,
I do many other things.

Type?

Well, like, I'm a DJ...

..I am a village
entertainer, I am a singer.

But then, sorry, you do all these things.

In what sense?

No, I mean, maybe you could
be a different presenter.

A presenter who does all the things you do.

Do the program, though...

..do it your way.

Mhm.

I think it's the day...

..worst of my life.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, but look, I
repeat, eh, at first I was skeptical,

very skeptical, but then this
friend of mine made me think

that these things might be
right up my alley, you know?

And then I have a lot of strings: singer,

tourist entertainer, impersonator.

Well, if you called me
you know what I can do.

It's just this friend of mine
who made me connect the dots

and these things of mine,
inside a container like that

that you have in mind, might work.

I'm so sorry, where's Silvia?

Who the fuck is Silvia?

My friend, the blonde one,
was here this morning.

Ah, Silvia, yes. Look, a fantastic girl.

I've been talking all morning
about very profound things,

It opened up new horizons for me.
- But where is it now?

I don't know, she was waiting for you
and then she went back to Parma.

- In Parma?
- In Parma, excuse me, in Piacenza.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, but we shouldn't have all
these great expectations, eh.

I mean, in the sense, the program is
something for a few, a niche thing.

We don't expect all these big numbers.

Listen, what did you want to call it?

"Karaoke"?

But what an absurd name is that, excuse me?

This is definitely the
worst moment of my life.

Love.

Hey, what the fuck are you doing?

What are you doing at
this hour under my house?

Um, I was waiting for you.

How much?

From... And why didn't you go home
to sleep? Where have you been?

In Milan, I told you.

Then I remembered that Pezzali
and Repetto were there

and I went to visit them, and
then it got late and then...

Who the fuck are Pezzali and Repetto?

But like "who the fuck am I"? I've
told you about it a thousand times.

They were on Italia Uno,
they were called I Pop,

now they are called 883.

They made this song that's on the radio,

which is called "Don't beat me up",

to which I modestly contributed too.

But did you sleep with them?

No, no, no, what are you saying?

That is, yes from them, but not with them.

In another room, in another bed,

which if you really want to
know, is Sandy Marton's bed.

But who? Sandy Marton the singer?

Ale, what are you saying? He
retired, he's no longer a singer.

He lives in Ibiza now, that's
why the bed was empty.

Okay, but Silvia, did you cheat on me?

Ale, I just told you that I
slept in Sandy Marton's bed

and you ask me if I cheated on you.

Do you realize the provincial mentality?

You're making a tragedy
out of me going to visit

of my friends in Milan, artist
friends who are carrying on

a very important project and
they asked me for a hand.

Sorry if I sometimes deal
with things a little higher

compared to what is the weighted
average for fucking exams

to become a lawyer!

Sorry, sorry.

Silvia, are you leaving me?

You don't like me anymore?

Ale, I honestly don't know.

And now what do I tell Grandma Margherita?

What does Grandma Margherita
have to do with it now?

It's just that we're
organizing his birthday party.

and you know how much he cares about
you, he's always asking about you.

Is Grandma Margherita the one
from Udine or the older one?

Guys, I'm telling you, we
can't go on like this.

I'm not your fucking chauffeur.

Meaning what...

..I could be, but well paid.

Damn, every 24 hours you make me come
to Milan for a different emergency.

At that time?

How did it go with Panayiotopoulos?

How the fuck do you know?

Who do you think gave him
the address in Milan?

And right.

How the fuck did he know where we were?

You see? I have too many
problems these days.

I'm starting to miss things.

Alright, did you fuck or not?

No. Cisco, is it possible that
you're thinking of nothing else?

I mean, have you ever thought it
could be more complicated than this?

I knew it.

You always and only
manage to disappoint me.

Ok, let's go, I left the
car in the second row

and in Milan they get
pissed off straight away.

"You've got something extra,"
then suddenly that's enough.

"The province is shit,
nobody gives a shit,"

"the album has no title". Oh!

But that's not the title,
Mauro, that's not the title.

He's missing something, that's
why he doesn't want us to do it.

What do you mean you don't
make the album anymore?

Cisco, why the fuck do you
think we made ourselves come?

to pick up in Milan?
- I thought you were finished.

Excuse me, how the fuck do I know
how long it takes to make an album?

No, sorry, this is an absolute tragedy.

It's not a tragedy.

We're obviously not ready to make an album.

It's a thing that happens.

- No, it really is a tragedy.
- Of course it is a tragedy, Max!

But why do you always have
to downplay everything?

- I'm not downplaying it!
- Of course you are downplaying it!

Cecchetto is right.

Some mythical pieces are missing.

Max, the pieces we made are legendary!

But of course they are
legendary, they must be.

What the fuck do you know, Cisco?
What do you know?

You've never heard a song
like the ones we've done.

Okay, but I was going on trust.

I said, "My best friend Max, as my friend,"

"if he says he's going to make an
album, then he does it." - Of course.

It's not like he's just going to give
up and leave me in the shit like that.

I like the songs, just...

What do you mean "you're in deep shit"?

I made a...

..an offer to take over the
management of Jolly Blue.

Are you stupid?

How did that come to your mind?

How much did you spend?

Look, I took it as a sign of destiny

the fact that I came
there and inspired you.

You made a song about it
and my brilliant plan

it was based on the fact
that you two assholes

you made a successful album.

And by the transitive property of the turn,

I was also making money as the owner

of the original arcade
from which it is taken

883's big hit album.

It was a perfect plan, but as usual
you have to ruin everything.

Cisco, sorry, but your reasoning

it's completely up in the air.

But do you think someone can
change their life like that?

And why, how does one change one's life?
Let's hear it.

I'll tell you, without big
announcements, without too many plans.

We change, period.

Ok.

Can you give me a ride home?

I mean, after all the
mess you've made for me,

Do you want the tear at home too?
Look, you are shameless.

Thanks, eh.

Nail.

Come on, Repetto, come up,
I feel too sorry for you.

Maximum...

..so you don't live in Milan anymore?

Well, first of all I never said I would go

to live in Milan.

I always said I would go
to Milan to make a record.

Point.

We're reviewing some things now.

So you're not making the album anymore?

Dad, but I don't like
this inquisitorial tone.

I mean, we're making the record.

Of course we'll make the
album, just with...

..of more dilated times,
which are then normal.

Dad, you who don't understand
anything about record times,

you're right to say random things.

Listen, Massimo, now we have
to understand a little.

No to university, no to a
contract with the Red Cross,

you don't want to give
us a hand in the shops.

Eh, my boy, you have to do something.

And in fact I was making a record, dad.

That's what I did.

Which is not a simple thing,

so it's normal for the
times to expand a bit.

But did they at least pay you?

Massimo, did you sign anything?

Look, on TV they always talk
about billion-dollar contracts.

what do singers do. Even yesterday,
what were we watching on Due?

Okay, there was that guy, the one
from Florence. Do you remember him?

So, we are discussing the
contract, the contract.

It's just that it takes a little
time to iron out those differences.

which inevitably arise...

..when...

Actually, I have to go make an
urgent call now, because...

..it's an urgent call.
Boiled always excellent.

And...

Yes, good evening, I'm
Max, Massimo Pezzali.

Good evening, I would like
to speak to Silvia, please.

Ah, Alessandro's grandmother.

90 years old.

Congratulations! Damn!

Yes, eh, but can you tell
me when he's coming back?

Ah, he sleeps outside.

Hello grandma.

Did you see what a beautiful party it was?

You're eating something, right?

Do you remember Silvia? I
introduced her to you last year.

Come on, I'll show you something.

When my house was a mess, I slept here.

Between the third and fourth
grades there was almost a year.

I didn't know, you never told me.

Eh, I know, because I only talk about
universities and weighted averages.

Come on, Ale.

So shall we see each other tomorrow?

Mh.

Listen, Silvia, I'm not stupid.

I know how you see me, I'm
not stupid, I get it.

And I also understood
that we are breaking up.

But...

It's just that it's not easy
to become another person

from one day to the next.

Who the fuck can do that?

Think, I also heard your
friend's song, by...

..now it comes to me, eh.

Di Pezzali, Pezzali!

And think, I understood who Pezzali is.

Yes, he went to high school with us, he's the
blond one with his hair up to this length,

strange, but nice.

Why are you laughing?

Why?

Oh, I told you this one was closed too.

Okay, there's the distributor,
come on, let's do it quicker.

Come on, Mauro, but quickly, please.

And why?

What why?

No, why do I have to hurry?

We have nothing to do.
We have nothing to do,

We've been trying to buy
cigarettes for an hour.

Then we will go to Cisco who
will show us the arcade

that will ruin it and
then we will go to sleep.

And tomorrow the same,
but without the arcade

because we will have already seen it today.

Nothing, he doesn't take deca.

Do you have two fives?

Listen, but in your opinion...

..did we have to sign a contract?

I honestly haven't thought about it.

But singers and rock stars
actually sign contracts.

Yes, Mauro, the rockstars,

but we don't exactly have rockstar faces.

In my opinion we are really
close to being remembered.

like the two idiots from Pavia who
thought they could destroy everything

and instead they find
themselves doing exactly

what they did a year ago.

Or rather, a dick.

Or rather, a dick.

Eh?

Well, you don't have to
imagine it that way, eh.

No one's been in here for six months.

But now we'll calmly fix it, get
going and make it new again.

Then thanks to Nemorino we have
now also solved this light thing.

In what sense?

Sorry, didn't you do the professional ones?

Don't they teach these things?

Cisco, I attended hotel school.

And why aren't there
electrical panels in hotels?

Come on, go on.

Yeah, Cisco, it's not doing so well, huh.

It's the arcade from when we were kids!

- Yes.
- Now I have a dream too, not just you.

Hmm, now I'm the one who
doesn't have a dream anymore.

I heard your song on the radio last night.

Truly?

Yes, I caught her twice.

Damn, you heard one of our songs!

We've been playing for two years.

Max, it's...

..it's beautiful.

But is he serious?

I never understand when he's
serious and when he's joking.

Yes, he is serious.

- I mean, are you serious?
- Are you serious?

Go away.

I don't want to see you anymore.

You have to finish the album.

Who cares what those people in Milan say?

What the fuck are you doing? You
give up after the first difficulty?

Oh!

Go, move! You must go, go.

Here we have the situation under
control, Nemorino takes care of it.

Oh, and guys?

Eh?

Tell those in Milan that
you have a title...

.. "Jolly"...

.. "Blue".

Beautiful!

Go fuck yourself.

- Nemorino? - Eh?

As?

But, Mauro, the more I think about it, the
more I am convinced that "The problem"

if it was a fucking song.

I mean, she was honest.

Evidently not honest enough, I don't know.

I told you before, Cecchetto
didn't understand a damn thing

of what we wanted to say with this song.

Nothing, shit, zero.

No, I don't think so, not at this point.

And let's tell him again, though!
If we believe it, let's try again.

And maybe that's the point, we
tell them the same things better.

Let's really write what
it's like to be here.

Let's do a...

..let's write our hymn to boredom.

This is what this fucking city deserves.

- Exactly. Exactly! And do you
know how we start it? - How?

We start it with you and I always
talking about the same things.

Yes, then...

Because that's what we do, Mauro,
we always say the same things.

So wait, I have a thousand
ideas about this, because...

..I've already started writing some stuff.
I need the notebook.

Ok.

- Ok, are you there? - Yes.

At that time...

..let's try again.

♪ We talked about it a
lot many years ago... ♪

♪ ..how cramped this city is for us... ♪

♪ ..of his people and his manias,

♪ two discos... ♪

- Two discos...? - Huh?

Two discos...?

And... very few tobacconists.

Eh, no, we use it after "tobacconist".

In the next verse.

And... sorry.

- He. - Mh.

Now it came to me.

Simple, simple.

It just is!

- Why? - Simple. Oh, then here.

Handsome!

It falls better.

Real.

- You're welcome. - Nice.

- I'm going, okay. - Go.

♪ We talked about it a
lot many years ago... ♪

♪ ..how paranoid this city is... ♪

♪ ..of his people and his manias... ♪

♪ ..two discos and 106 pharmacies. ♪

But I'm not capable of fixing it here.

Here you need a good electrician.

Did you keep anything aside?

And sure, what the fuck do I look like to you, someone
who would throw himself into something like this?

without having a parachute?

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

- Oh! - He!

Huh, now?

- I don't know. - What don't I know?

I don't know, Mauro, I don't know.

I mean, this is our last chance.

If we screw this up, we
can't make him another one.

- It's this. - It's this.

The more I think about it,
the more convinced I am.

which isn't that different
from "The Problem".

- No, well, this is much nicer
than "The Problem." - Yes.

This is a spectacular piece, I mean,
it's the most beautiful piece

what have we ever done, you understand?
It's more.

Yes, but then he already said that
there is a lot of talk about it.

next summer. - No, fuck, fuck.

This is our summer.

Summer 1992, the summer of 883, period!

Now our motto must be only one...

.. "Zero dignity".

Let's break. The fuck. To everyone.

Pierpa!

Damn, guys, you're giving
me a heart attack!

We have an emergency.

We made a new piece and it seems to us...

..beautiful. I mean, he
says it's beautiful,

I say that summer won't save us, but...

I actually said a whole
series of other things,

like the concept of zero
dignity, which is the concept

that brought us here.

- What the fuck does Pierpaolo care?
Let me tell you something too.

What are you talking about? Give me that
thing, come on, give me this cassette.

It's definitely the best piece you've done.

Oh, see?

But really, eh.

I mean, there's more talent here than
half the songs we play on the radio.

That is, absurd, incredible, exact words.

But, of course, that's no good at all.

Why is it not good, Pierpaolo? Why?

Guys, damn two, that's
exactly what Cecchetto

he had asked you not to do.

Don't talk about the province,
those fucking Pavia!

We need a song that gives
the album its title.

Look, you have a stubborn head.

But you just said it's the
best piece we've done.

It's a beautiful piece, but an album
can't be called "With a Deca".

We need the piece, what the fuck!

We need a big song that will
then give the album its title.

Guys, I don't know.

We were supposed to deliver
the masters on Monday,

now there's not time to
think about a new piece.

Come on, summer is over.

No, no, no. Summer is not
over, stop saying this stuff.

Pierpa...

..we only have you.

Only you. So if you...

..believe in us, if you really
think we have talent...

..now it's time to tell us.

Where did you record these tapes?

Yes!

Yes!

Guys, but...

..what the fuck is this?

But how far is this place?

I didn't understand.

Let's say it's a developing
situation, though...

- Yeah, a little underground. - Yeah.

Literally, because it's underground.

But, guys, be careful, because surprisingly

I don't mind this place. - Eh!

It has its own truth. It's a
bit like your creative nest.

- Yes. - Right?

Eh, come on then, let's
get started, shall we?

I have a good feeling about it.

I say that we're going to
lock ourselves in here now,

give us a couple of hours, we'll come
up with a great piece that people

in 20 years he'll still remember it, huh?

Come on guys, come on! What the fuck is it?

- Come on, let's get started.
- Come on, okay, come on.

But how many advertisements do they make?

Come on, guys, I never said
it would be easy, huh.

Let's not start.

No, actually that's exactly what you said.

Oh, by the way, even Bowie did
the same with "Life on Mars".

He sat in front of the television
with his nice notebook.

I don't believe it, but they did this
before. Haven't they done this before?

But what the fuck kind of
coffee do people drink?

In my opinion, there weren't all
these commercials in Bowie's time.

But this could be one thing

that we could put in the song, right?

That?

This consumerism thing.

"This consumerism thing," like what?

That is, what does consumerism do?

I don't know what consumerism does,
it's a... not... but I mean...

Well, it makes people buy things.

Yes, that's the definition of
consumerism, Mauro. I mean...

The correct definition of consumerism.

- The definition... Eh, but Mauro,
then I... - The right definition.

- And I put in the song the
definition of... - No...

So, guys, so, I'm fed up, huh?

Do we want to go and oxygenate our brains?

Do we want to go and eat something? Huh?

There isn't a typical little
restaurant that might delight us

with some typical local things
from this nice little place

- Where do you live? - Yes.

Do you want to try? Come on.

So, I have the toast with ham and cheese.

and ham and cheese.

Okay, let's do it...

..ham and cheese?

Alright.

- Where are you going? Guys,
where am I going? To the toilet.

Strange that you haven't
written a song about it yet.

"The toilets of the bars of Pavia".

Let's think about it, maybe.

But don't we know each other?

Well, no, I don't think so.

I don't know, I feel like
I've seen you before.

- Oh, no, that's right, I've
already seen you too. - Eh, see?

I used to play a while ago.

You may have heard me playing around.

- Also... - We play too.

- Ah. - Yes, yes.

What tool?

No, no tools.

- But how come nobody? - No.

What are you playing if not...

Ah, you're the one from the store.

You sold me the electronic
drum kit and the Roland.

We play those. That's where.

Yes, here we are... yes.

- No, nothing, I don't remember. - Oh well.

But yes, it could be me.

I played the guitar instead.

I was... I was good. I traveled
a lot and played music.

Do you see this?

Once on the Rambla, while
I was doing a solo

with some guys from Malaga,
they told me it seemed

that I had eight fingers.

And they even gave me a nickname.

- It was... - But you don't play anymore?

Eh, no, it's just that I
screwed up one summer.

It's just that I had to go
to Morocco, then I got lost,

I caught one and... the
oldest story in the world,

a great classic.

And with the guitar you don't
pay for your diapers...

..and the bills.

And then there is the
condominium adjustment,

the facade works to be redone,
then there is the stamp duty.

My van was no longer running well.

It never ends, never, never.

Don't do the same stupid thing I did, guys.

Don't get fooled.

Because it's just a moment
that everything ends.

Dreams, I mean.

And growing up sucks.

Now I'm going to be late for
work and get yelled at.

Understood?

Scolded...

..at 30 years old.

Understood?

A piece of shit.

But sorry, you didn't tell
us what your nickname was.

Eh!

It potentially speaks about all of us!

Exactly! I understand, because the
dream is something that concerns...

I understand this too.

Oh, Pierpaolo, let's take
the toast away, let's go.

No, but don't they even
let us eat them here?

No, guys, I'm talking to him. Excuse me, can
you organize the table for me for a moment?

No, no, no, Pierpaolo, we understand
what the song is supposed to be about.

But did you understand
while I was in the toilet?

Pierpaolo, we're in a hurry, we have to go.

Come on, really? Well, I
was joking before, huh.

If the song now talks about the
toilets of Pavia, I get pissed off.

I mean, a metaphor is needed.

Eh, I know, but something that...
Magazine. Vogue!

- Vogue. - Vogue.

- Vogue.
- Vogue is beautiful, Vogue is beautiful.

Vogue. Vogue faces, Vogue faces, period.

- Nice! - We'll make it in time, right?

But, guys, I don't know.

I hope so, it depends on a lot of things.

More than anything, I don't
understand a damn thing right now.

We now have three hours to record a piece

that you didn't even write?

No, no, we have it... We're writing
it, it's all in our heads,

now we have to...

Which then, I mean, exactly, if you
think about it, what you were saying,

it's a piece that talks about
us without talking about us,

who talks about Lello without
talking about Lello.

- Who the fuck is Lello now?
- Lello is the one from the bar.

Guys, you're confusing
me so much, aren't you!

Beautiful, period.

Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no.

Eh, I need... Oh, too beautiful for...

Pierpaolo, anyway thanks
for helping us, not...

I mean, it's not for everyone, so...

We came to you like two madmen

and you followed us to Pavia
and that's not a given.

Yes.

Unexpected. Anyway...

No, I was saying... Us, period.
This closes everything.

You are the first group I produce.

But really?

What do you mean? That is, in the sense
that before you only produced soloists?

No. - Ok... no.

- You are the first group ever.
- The first group.

I've never produced anything before.

But sorry Pierpaolo, but what the fuck!

I mean, we thought you were
a really famous producer.

And no, you thought wrong.

You two assholes, one and two...

..you are my big break.

So now we go and record a song

that will go down in music history, okay?

Come on, let's go!

Come on, come on, come on, let's go.
Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, come on, guys!

- Oh, Pierpaolo! - Hey, hello!

- Do you need it?
- No, don't worry, I'll do it.

Thank you, Franco, we got it. Thank you.

What are you doing?

Sorry, but didn't Claudio tell you?

What?
- Eh, we have to record the new 883 single.

I knew we had the jingle
studio until tonight.

- You knew wrong, thanks. - Can we, Pierpa?

Yeah, go, go guys, go. So...

Go, go, go, go.

No, it's yours. It's yours,
this is yours, sorry.

In my opinion...

Are you guys there? Okay.

Wait.

Pier, can you raise it a little?

♪ Usual night of wolves in the Bronx, ♪

♪ in the club they're
playing a Stones blues, ♪

♪ shady individuals at the bar counter ♪

♪ Whiskey and Daisies pies. ♪

♪ All of a sudden... ♪

No, no, no, guys, guys, wait a minute.

I'm pretty sure it's called
"Margaritas," with a T.

No, Pierpa, you're wrong. It's Margaridas.

No, trust me, I'm a few years older than
you, I don't know how many I've drunk.

It's called "Margaritas." - No,
no, no, guys, it's with an N.

With the N? “Margarines”?

My mother always uses it for tiramisu, yes.

What the fuck does tiramisu have
to do with it? Come on, Mauro!

- What the fuck do I know? You wrote it.
- The cocktail, not the dessert!

- Ah, the cocktail. No, of course,
then it's with a D. - Tiramisu!

Alright, do it however the fuck you
want, just finish the verse, okay?

Oh!

Done, beautiful, it's perfect.

Guys, this is cool, okay,
okay, okay, come on.

Please, come on. - Thanks, Pierpa.

- Bye, bye, bye. Come on, guys.

Ah, no, no, no, wait, wait.

Oh, thank you!

Come on, it's late, come on!

- We have to see Claudio.
- No, guys, look...

We need to see this for a second.

- One second, one second!
- Guys, where are you going?

That's what I was trying
to tell you, he just left.

It is not true.

But maybe if you hurry you'll
find it in the parking lot.

Yes please!

Claudio!

Guys, where were you? I've
been looking for you all day.

Why?

Weren't we supposed to meet yesterday?

- No no.

No, Claudio, you told us to take a moment,

that it was early for the album and
to update us, right? - Exactly.

- Did I tell you so? - Yes.

But no, it doesn't seem
like it to me at all.

Ok, anyway I received the RadioTER data.

"Don't beat around the bush" is
being heard by everyone, everyone.

There isn't a radio station that
doesn't play it 20 times a day.

We absolutely have to make
another single right now. - No.

"No" what? "No" that the data has arrived?

"No" that everyone is listening to it?

- "No" do we want to make another single?
- No, Claudio.

- "No"... that we have to make an album.
- Exactly.

We have to make an album because
this is the summer of 883.

Yes. That is, we have the missing pieces.

And what are these pieces about?

Don't tell me about Pavia
or I'll vomit on you.

- No! No, no, wait a minute.
- They don't talk about Pavia.

- I mean, one, yes. - One, just one.

One talks about Pavia,
but the other doesn't.

The other is a song about dreams.

On the end of dreams.

It's a song for those who didn't make it

to keep dreaming and gave up.

But not all the way.

This song is for them.

I go?

Actually no, I mean, it's mostly

for those who don't even think about
giving up, they don't even think about it.

- Yes! - But thank you!

Who keeps fighting, who
cares who tells them?

how they should live,
what they should dream,

who they should be.

It's a song that speaks to everyone.

Of all of us.

Because it's like we are superheroes.

Our superpower...

..they are our dreams...

..and we will never give up.

Yes?

Yes, I'm Max, is Silvia there?

Yes, I'll call you in a moment.

Hi Silvia.

Sorry, I did it as soon as I could...

..I have to talk to you too, I
have to tell you something. - Max.