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I am the killer parrot

and if you don't sing I'll steal your nose!

You're tough, eh?

But you can't do anything against my...

sharp teeth!

Brave little rascal...

why are you here?

Ah, you're a tough one, eh?

You will never reveal your mission...

however I've tortured toughest people than you!

Funnier no, but tougher yes!

Hazelnut ice cream?

Milk cream? Strawberry?

Raspberry? Watermelon?

Mm...

Ah, don't tell me that you are one of those little soldiers who prefer chocolate!

Yes!

So then, soldier, off to our mission we go!

Chocolate ice cream, here we come...

- What's up? - Nothing. Nothing...

- Are you sure? - Mm.

You still haven't told me anything.

What would you like me to tell you? You're a good actor.

But?

But, but... For today you are done with your buts.

You are nerve-racking!

- Ah, I'm nerve-racking? - Yes, yes, yes.

You want the truth? I may consider you a good

actor, however, I'm not sure about one thing.

Tell me, Hamlet...

If I take you in one of my workshops you'll drop that too.

Like you did in Rome, with the Academy, with the studio...

I never dropped the theatre!

Never.

To the theatre then.

At least in Rome you learned to drink!

I underestimated alcohol in social situations.

The script...

Will you bring it to the stage, Cinderella?

And hurry up!

I'm curious, how is this text you are working on? I was told that it is peculiar.

It's not bad. It is centred on the life of a Vorwerk sales representative.

Ah... "Death of a travelling salesman... with a Bimby"?

It's called "Verde vita" (Green life). I

know, it's a little simple, but it's not bad.

What is it about?

The sales representative has a successful life,

while everyone around him falls into depression.

- What are you looking for? - That, the briefcase.

- And then? - And then move on to Herbalife!

What do I know? I'm not done reading it!

Do you want to put it on stage?

Yes. But, you know, it all depends on... - The money.

- Right. - Of course.

Why are you back?

Benito expected better results from the studio.

Or perhaps he was looking for someone to exploit in his... studio.

Well, knowing your father, probably the second thing!

Yes, but I want to be in theatre!

Are you aware that in Rome you could have become a "And with"?

"And with"'?

Have you seen on posters the performer's name preceded by 'And with'?

Like..."Death of a salesman... with the vacuum cleaner"!

No. With Giorgio Albertazzi, Adolfo Celi, Vittorio Gassman...

My God, they're all dead!

- And with... - Giorgio Greco!

Of course.

People say: "Greco is in it! I must watch this one!".

Could I become a "And with" here too?

"Verde vita"(Green life)... by and with Giuse...

Surely not Giorgio Greco.

Why are you being obnoxious?

You're going to audition, if need be, like everyone else.

Right, OK. What should I bring to the audition?

Something difficult, very difficult.

Difficult?

I'll think about it tonight, I'll let you know.

Alright, send me a text.

Actually, I won't even tell you. - Yes.

Let's improvise. - Improvising, sure, OK.

Mum?

Mum?

Everything's ready.

Thanks.

- Did you hear from him? - Who?

What do you mean who? That guy from Rome.

Stop it.

The wolf ate the little sheep...

My little sheep...

Lullaby.

Pretty girl.

The wolf ate the little sheep...

My little sheep...

- Giorgio? - Lucio? - Giorgio...

Lucio!

- Giorgio? - Lucio!

- Lucio, what are you doing here? - How is your mother? - Fine.

Listen, Giorgio, we've only known each other a short time,

but it seems to me that you put a lot of passion in what you do.

It would be a shame if you gave up theatre.

I won't... never!

Forgive me...

Forgive me if I tell you such things,

but we may never see each other again and I prefer to tell you what I think.

Right, I'll come up soon.

You seem to be a good person. Giorgio, you are special.

I feel that the stage is not the only kinship we have, you and I.

Come back to Rome, as soon as you can.

Soon.

Don't disappear.

- Hello - Aurora! What are you doing? - You were snoring.

- What time is it? - Midnight? I think it is midnight, yes.

But it's 03:00am!

Details.

Dad will kill you if he knew you just got back.

Since you came back he's focused on being pissed at you.

So you are pissed off because I took attention away from you?

Ssh!

No.

Anyway... I went out with Matteo.

- The 30 years old one? - Yes.

He paid for the cinema, the beers, the pizzas...

He took me back by car opening the door.

- Perfect. - Right? How do you know?

Everything was as I imagined.

Nothing... no spark.

- Aurora... - Giorgio...

- Aurora. - Giorgio.

Some things come when you least expect them.

You have to let yourself be surprised, right? Don't plan them, darling.

Sleep, Giorgio, it's late.

Oh, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Wait, stop.

Before interpreting, before acting, we must understand the text.

What are we talking about?

So, Romeo and Juliet is about love defeating hate and death.

Perfect, however it isn't all.

- May I? - Please.

That's something right out of the books, but you

cannot be an actress by simply analysing the text.

You need to find the emotion.

Even if you are young, you need to search an experience you already had.

- OK, I'll start over. - No, for today it's enough.

- Are you angry, Fra? - No, no.

- Now it's your turn. - Me? - Yes. I'm serious.

And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Spread thy close curtain!

love-performing night, and Romeo leap to these arms,

untalk'd of and unseen.

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites by their own beauties.

or, if love be blind, it best agrees with night.

Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron,

Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks,

till strange love, grown bold.

Come, Romeo,

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.

Come, gentle night, give me my Romeo!

and, when he shall die take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

that all the world will be in love with night

and pay... no worship to the garish sun.

Now that you have put yourself in Juliet's shoes, what do you think she feels?

- I think she wants to make love to Romeo. - Mm, makes sense.

She's an adolescent looking to know about sex.

I believe this. And I'm sure you do too.

Juliet is one of you!

The gender of the character isn't important.

What counts are the feelings that move them.

Actions stir feelings.

Right, good.

And with these words I'd say that the lesson is over. Class, see you next Friday.

- Well done! - Till next Friday, thank you.

- Good. - Thanks.

Didn't he write you today?

Mum, there's nothing between me and Lucio.

- Love is made of little things. - Yes, but I don't want to fall in love.

Are you sure?

- What's up with your sister? - Forget it.

- Come on, shall we begin? - Mm-mm.

OK, get comfortable.

Wait, Wait...

OK.

Love has many faces.

You can be in love with someone even if they make you suffer.

- Hello, guys. - Hello, Giorgio. - Hi!

- Thank you, good lesson today! - Thank you, bye.

Come, gentle night, and Romeo leap to these arms,

untalk'd of and unseen.

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites by their own beauties.

or, if love be blind, it best agrees with night...

- Hello! - Hello!

Marco, nice to meet you.

Juliet... Ehm... Giorgio, nice to meet you.

Juliet who has taken over me.

- Were you looking for Anna? - No. - Ah.

- How may I help you? - Wow... so professional!

- No, I came to talk to you. - With me? Ah...

- For the class. - Ah... for the class.

Let's sit down over there...

Why don't we go grab a beer? - Yes, alright.

Let me tidy up, put things right and I'm with you.

Ah, you know what? Everything is squared away already!

Damn it, these brooms always get stuck!

- There is a coffee shop around the corner. - Why don't we go downtown? - Yes, alright!

- So, you're interested in the theatre? - Yes, also.

What do you mean also?

I enjoy the training required for the theatre.

Ah.

Anna told me great things about your class.

Tell me, what do you mean by "training"?

Like...

- David Bowie. - Ah.

I haven't told you, I play in a band. We are called "Spiders from Bowie".

Wow! Fantastic!

So so. First you need to hear us play, right?

- What do you play? - The guitar.

You play covers, I'd imagine.

Yes, but we also have new tracks, I write them.

- Getting on? - Yes.

- Hold on tight. - Why? - What, are you afraid? - No...

His... "theatrics" is visible in everything he does.

When he sings, but especially when he acts in his videos.

In other words, Bowie is fantastic. I, on the other

hand, I'm not really comfortable playing in public.

It doesn't show!

Well, how is that relevant? Now you see me like this because... I feel good.

I'm not sure why, you strike me as... You seem a to be good person.

What is it?

Eh? No, no, nothing... you reminded me of someone who told me the same thing.

- Who is it? - Somebody...

Someone I met in Rome a few months ago.

Thanks. - Thank you. Ah, what an honour!

Oh, hi! - We are being served by the owner!

Please! Can't you see that I am only a mere busboy?

What so funny?! This is serious, real serious! Don't you believe me?

Don't you know the difference between a hotel owner and one who owns a café? No?

No.

- Mm? - No.

Have you ever seen a restaurateur washing toilets?

Sure, laugh! This is serious, very serious! And you laugh!

- What a character... - Yes, a little odd.

And so... Can I take part in the class?

I don't know. The class is for a limited number of participants. It is full, I mean.

So, what do we do?

For this class, nothing. But I can see if there are others scheduled.

Alright, too bad.

- Perhaps you don't need a full class... - Yes, right, perhaps!

Keep in mind that I don't have a job right now,

but I can always invite you to my first concert!

Deal.

I'll leave you my number so you can call me next week...

I already have your number.

Isn't it the number on the flyer you give out for advertisement?

335, yes.

OK... I'll go pay.

Wait! I'll pay!

No, impossible! The owners know me and would never make you pay.

- Alright, I'll bring you home instead? - I live close by.

- Ah, well, you are doing well. - My father is doing well, it's his house.

Good...

I'll see you.

Right.

right...

Lucio!

Yes.

Yes, I'm at 501. The hotel.

Right. Yes, I just came out of the lesson with Giuseppe.

- Is it on? - Yes, it is.

- Are you sure? - Yes, come on, it says REC.

- Do I look at the camera? - Not all the time!

Let's rehearse the track we recorded the other day, let's work on the rendition.

Yes.

Resign yourself... You know it ain't easy.

- Marco? - Eh? - Steady yourself. - You're right.

Finding ourselves, you and I, on the rapids!

- Come on, stop being silly! - You are boring!

When life undresses you, it takes you...

Why are you photographing me? I'll lose concentration.

When love is not enough and you want more...

- One more? - Let's take one together, come on.

You know it will never be... habitual.

Come on, concentrate.

Sometimes I would do... the impossible.

One more?

Come on, enough, I told you, you break my concentration. Put it down.

Ah, my goodness!

- In the nothingness that exists...

Come on, now there's the final pose. You remember it, right?

No, I'm nervous about this, I don't know how to do it.

What nervous? Move!

- We do it together. Ready? - Yes.

5, 6, 7... Eh!

- So sweet... I like it! - Guitar, guitar...

I'll steal it from you. I like it, it's cool.

- I'll steal your mic then. - At the next concert I'll play it. Yes!

- Do you have the Meduri file? - What?

- the Meduri file. - I don't know, I'll look for it.

So?

- Yes, sorry. - No, Giorgio, no!

Focus. That's what I'm asking you.

This is not a theatre, here people's lives are decided, directly or indirectly.

People's lives are also decided in the theatre.

Ah, yes?!

How? When you stage a tragedy, does someone in the audience die?

Why, when have you ever been to the theatre?

Keep looking for that fucking file.

Aurora... That's all we needed!

Shut up! Shut up, look!

Who is the father? - What does it matter?

Ssh! Mum is resting!

I'm the one in troubles. What does it matter?

What do you mean 'what does it matter'?!

You know who the father is, don't you?

- Did you get tested? Where did you put it? - What test, what are you talking about?

How do you know you are pregnant if you haven't tested yourself?

I'm late.

- And a woman knows. - You're late...

What woman, you are only a reckless little girl!

I can't go buy it myself, Dad would find out right away, they are all his customers.

You must go.

- Me? - Eh!

- Would they understand that it is for me? - I'd say.

What are you doing?

Maybe I'll get a miracle. - Stop it!

- But this way I don't get the miracle. - Ssh!

- Giorgio... - No.

- Giorgio, Giorgino, Giorgetto... - No!

Ask your boyfriend.

- What... - Mm...

- What boyfriend? - Marco.

- What boyfr... - Marco! - Marco? - Yes, him.

He's not my boyfriend.

Stop it, for months now you go around saying: "Marco... Oh, David Bowie!".

Hurry up, grab your bag, let's go get the test in Crotone.

"Marco... Oh, Marco"...

Marco, I love you.

Move!

- Oh! - Eh?

- Don't worry... - No, I'm not worried.

My sister has always had clear ideas

and I am sure that whatever decision she will make... it will be the right one.

- You two have a good relationship. - Yes.

So why are you making that face?

Because...

Because I was thinking that I would like at least five.

Five? Of what?

Five children!

Yes, one second, I'm coming. I understand, will you give me the time, please?

Aurora!

- Aurora! - Yes?

So?

Ah...

I have my period.

Hello!

Ah, thanks, Marco!

Perhaps you'll need it.

She has her period!

Do you ever think about becoming a father?

Actually, no.

Anyway, come on, I've already caused you to be late. Today it will be a night class!

- Sit down. - No, I can't, I have to go. How are you?

- Fine. Why? - Nothing. Alright, I'm off.

Wait.

- What is it? - Giorgio.

Giorgio what?

You know. - And what should I do about it?

You must understand he has a dream.

He can't afford to have dreams. Not like this.

Out there the world is cruel with everyone. Imagine with a...

With a what, Benito?

Your son is only a boy.

Yes, but there are things in his head that aren't right.

Too many things that aren't right.

Benito, each of us is responsible for our dreams. It's not up to us to...

Yes it is! I must... We need to at least offer some guidance!

Yes, but without hindering him.

- And don't say it is for his own good. - It is for his own good!

Then, if it is really for his own good, we must find another way.

- We'll talk about it when I get back. - No.

We must do it now, while we still can.

Yes, but now I have to go.

Benito, you know that this way you might lose Giorgio as well as me.

Don't joke about that!

It's a possibility, and you know it.

Alright! Then if it is just a possibility,

we will talk about it when and if it happens.

- Marco! - Giorgio!

- Marco! - Giorgio!

- Marco! - Giorgio!

Marco! - Giorgio! Understood?

Yes. Yes, I understand.

It looks easy, but it's... very difficult.

No, it's important. One must be focused on one's own position and that of others.

- Marco, steady. Breathe deeply... - Yes.

OK.

And... now?

And now?

Isn't there some other exercise to be done?

I don't know, we could do some trust exercises.

No, no need, I trust you.

I mean something more... something physical.

Physical?

- Yes, OK, grab a cube. - OK.

Sit down.

Here we are. OK...

Now I'll start massaging your face slowly. OK?

Alright.

Too intimate?

No, no, no. I thought it would have been something else, but OK.

OK.

- Can I close my eyes? - Yes.

Yes.

- It looks like a New Age thing, right? - A little.

It actually serves to charge your partner with energy.

Your partner.

They smell like...

ink.

No...

Wood. They smell like wood!

- Is this what a theatre should smell like? - I don't know.

When I was a kid I liked smelling my father's hands,

they smelled like earth.

- Listen, I... I'm starving. - Yes, me too.

Pizza?

Good.

- Let's sit there! - Yes.

This is what I call "represented happiness".

That is, a series of...

representations of life, behaviour... in cinema as in theatre.

I'll give you an example. Tell me about a famous film... "Gone with the wind"!

There's a wealthy girl, daughter of a wealthy man, obviously.

She gets married with someone, they go back and forth... He dumps her and leaves.

Excellent summarising skills! In the end

'Gone with the Wind' is not such a great film.

Mm, I don't like it.

It won seven... no, eight Oscars.

- Is that a lot? - I'd say! Anyway...

What do you notice in this film as in hundreds or thousands of other films?

How should I know?

That happiness, the happy ending, is always the same:

the male character reuniting with the female one.

Or vice versa.

Where are you going with this?

What if, in all the literature, theatre or

cinema of the last... three thousand years...

the happy handing, so to speak... was 'mixed'?

Like him getting involved with her brother or she with a female friend of his?

Exactly, exactly!

Could it be that some people think they are heterosexual

only because they have always seen love through heterosexual lenses?

You mean that if we had watched more films about homosexual love, we'd all be gay?

- You have something against... - No, no, no.

I meant that the happy ending between a man and

a woman has conditioned our idea of happiness.

- Interesting. - Are you pulling my legs? - No, no.

I like listening to you speak, you know a lot of things.

And what is this?

It is a monument dedicated to the "unknown soldier". It is better that it is unknown.

Why?

Because sometimes war give absolutions too quickly.

You know that famous photo of that soldier kissing a nurse in Time Square?

Come on, it is a very famous photo.

A sailor is celebrating the end of the Second World War

by kissing a nurse in the middle of the street.

- It's romantic, right? - I think so. - It isn't, no!

Because he simply grabbed the first girl who passed by on that street,

he held her tightly to him and kissed her.

- What an asshole! - What an asshole, yes!

Because he didn't even ask if he could do that. He just did it.

- That's not right! - It isn't right! No!

- Wait here. - What are you doing?

I don't like assholes! In your opinion who is the biggest asshole? Him?

Yes.

This is for all nurses in the world!

- Come on, a photo... - Go!

Come on, turn around! Oh, you're an asshole!

Oh, what's all this racket?

Go, go, go, go! - Let's go!

The beers!

The pizza! Grab the pizza, we'll eat it later!

- Is everything OK? Yes, yes, everything is OK.

Anyway Anna and I are no longer dating.

We took a break. But we remained on good terms.

Ah, OK.

It's just that I don't know... anything.

- I'm sorry, give me a moment. - Yes...

It's just that I felt a sense of uneasiness,

as if there was something else. I...

I have to run.

- What... are you leaving? - Forgive me.

How are you?

Fine, you?

I was thinking about you! How's your mum?

In a few months we will have to go back to Rome for a check-up.

I dreamt about you.

Really? A good dream?

Good, yes.

I'll see you soon then!

Soon!

- HOW ARE YOU? WE NEED TO TALK! - OK!

- Hey! - Hey...

I thought about what happened. And I wanted to tell you that...

I know what you want to tell me, because I've been thinking about it for days.

I don't know if you came here being sure of

anything, because I no longer am sure of anything.

Look I know what happened the other day is not bullshit...

Yes.

Yes, I know.

It's just that...

I'm afraid you might be...

curious.

No...

I'm not just curious.

I like you, Giorgio.

- It's all too fast. - Ah, yes?

You want to go back now?

But you... Is this really what you want?

Yes.

Stop it, you're tickling me!

You're annoying.

Good... Good... Very good...

What are you doing?!

A picture, you like them so much. - Come on, stop it!

Come on, you like pictures! Let's take one together.

Let's take one together.

- Smile though. - Go.

Where's the button?

- Here. - Come on.

That's enough, it is difficult to find film for this camera model.

Ah, yes?

Besides, you cannot flap them like that, they must be left in the dark.

I didn't know that.

Forgive me but, if it is so difficult, why a Polaroid?

Because photography is for me something private.

Besides, digital photos have no smell... Don't

look at me like that. They have no substance...

- We came out well, though. - So-so.

What so-so, come on!

- Marco... - Mm?

- What is it? - Open it!

I saw it and wanted you to have it.

- I'll open it. - Go.

Go.

- Are you always like that? - No.

I don't know how to explain it,

but when I'm with him, I feel good.

But...?

I don't know.

When we get back from Rome you must introduce him to me.

No! I don't think so...

How come?

He says we are

special

because it's just us.

But, darling, when you love someone,

you want the people you care about to know.

I wish that everything I do,

everything I feel was right.

Mum, I have the feeling that it's all too good,

and that all this may disappear like that,

just like it came.

I'm scared.

Could you pass me a tangerine?

Thanks.

Are you always so quiet?

What's wrong with you these days?

Have you argued with Anna again, Marco?

There are rumours that you were seen with Benito Greco's son.

It's a good family.

The Grecos, I mean.

What are you doing, Marco?

You know how it is, right? Rumours fly around, people talk...

You are Anna's boyfriend. You have to hold on to her!

- Marco! - Marco, finish eating!

What did you do? Must you always be on his case?

Isn't it time for you to go to bed?

You enjoy snoring, right? Go to snore then!

Marco!

The spokesperson states that David Bowie has departed peacefully,

surrounded by his family.

The disease stayed with him for 18 long months until today,

January 10, 2016.

A great loss for the music world.

We, the editorial staff of Apocalypse Wow

want to salute Bowie like this, among the heroes of the 20th century.

- Hey! - Did you hear?

Yes. I think I'll wear mourning clothing.

How are you?

I'm not sure...

- It is as if I'm losing an opportunity. - With Bowie?

No, you idiot! I was talking about...

I meant us.

- See you at the party? - Yes, I don't know what I'll wea...

Anna invited me to the party.

- And why would this be a problem for me? - Because you, obviously, will come with...

- Ah, right, it isn't my problem. - You, obviously, will come with me.

You, obviously, can forget about it.

Of course you wouldn't do a favour for your little brother!

I'm listening to this and I'd like to listen to... this.

Go!

- Ah, say hello to Anna. - So ugly!

Ugly!

- Sorry... - Here he is!

- Best wishes. - Thanks!

- I'll open it with the others. - What a nice party. - Thanks.

Hm, wait for me at the bar, I'll go get my parents and introduce you to them.

Yes.

- You look good in this suit. - We chose it together.

Come, let's get a drink.

Ah, Giorgio, these are my parents.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you! - Benito's son, right?

- Yes, do you know him? - Hm... no.

Nice music, right? Come, I'll introduce you to the DJ.

- I'd need to go to the lavatory. - It's over there.

What the fuck are you doing?

Coming was a fucking mistake!

- Occupied! - It's me.

Well? What's wrong?

Nothing.

- Then why aren't you over there dancing? - And do what? Anna is there...

- No! No... - Come on!

Come here.

Let's dance.

- Don't touch my ass. - My hand slipped.

Happy birthday to you!

- Are you ready? - We're on.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to Anna!

Happy birthday to you!

Cheers!

Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!

Come, Giorgio! You come too, let's take a picture.

Come.

No, wait.

Sorry...

Sorry.

Aren't they beautiful?

Beautiful.

Shall we dance, big boy...?

- Were you worried? - No, but I was sure you were bored.

I brought you something!

What did you bring me? What did you bring me?

- Again with this? - Drink and shut up!

Actually, a miracle is what I need.

- It's vodka! - Now it is holy water, little brother!

Let's dance!

Your attention, please.

It's time for some live music.

I wrote this song.

It's dedicated to a special person.

So... Why are you here?

Listen, I need to tell you something.

What? Yes, I also need to tell you something.

Mine is more important.

I'm not sure of the feelings I have for you.

What are you talking about?! - I don't love you anymore!

What?!

Yes, I know, I'm sorry to tell you this in such a moment.

You wait until my birthday to tell me? That song earlier, who was it for?

It wasn't for you.

You have someone else! - That's how I felt, I had to say it!

You're an asshole! Fuck you!

By the way, when we get back from Rome, I'll change the colour of the walls.

And within a short time I will convince you to change the ones in the living room.

- Is it him? - No!

- She is my new roommate. - Stop it!

No, I won't!

You only see your son, I'm invisible to you!

Your brother, cannot sit at the table with his phone.

- I just want to understand! - Ah, if you wish, I'll explain everything.

- Aurora! - What is it?

Everything seems so simple to me...

But isn't it early for an aperitif?

- We're here! - I'm coming!

- Hello, Giorgio. - Hello. - How is your mother?

- She's not well. - Ah, I'm sorry.

If you need anything, I'm here, eh.

Ah, he's the guy you told me about. Have I met him before?

- Yes, that's him. - Yes, we've met.

- Pleased to meet you, Marco. - Salvatore Russo.

- Did you tell him everything? - Hm... actually no. It was a surprise.

Salvatore asked me if I could recommend a decent person to him...

And honest. Especially honest.

You'll do a trial week, and if you are good, I'll hire you.

- I like things done right. - Yes, but for what?

I need someone to help me tidy up the place,

who welcomes guests for eighteenth birthday celebrations, and waits tables.

Someone handsome, so that girls see him and "splurge", understood?

What do you say? - I'm not sure what to say.

Well, you could say yes.

For now I need you half a day, Sunday and Monday afternoon.

- So? - So, alright, Yes!

- When am I starting? - For me, even tomorrow. 2:30pm.

But, please, dress a little less casual, OK?

It's true... a little less casual, because...

Eh, well, I do dress casually.

This is serious. Very serious!

- This is serious, eh. - Very serious!

Let's go.

- Thank you. Really. - Don't mention it.

Listen, I checked the bus schedule. You can come whenever you want...

So, what's wrong with your mum?

- She's not well. - Again?

She might lose her other breast.

- Is she having the surgery here? - No, in Rome.

Rome? So you're going too?

We're all leaving next week.

But as soon as... things settle, I'll be back.

Two months at most.

Perfect timing...

That's why it is important that you keep it.

You kept them?

And... I'll leave you the car keys too.

So you can come to work when you want and you can pick me up when I return from Rome.

Yes.

"I'm dying to see you."

"But sometimes...

fear wins...

fear that my family...

might know about us."

"The truth is no one will know that we love each other."

"We are two souls..."

how studious we have become!

I was doing inventory for Salvatore.

- Yes, but go to sleep, it's late. - Yes.

"We are sin."

"We are..."

"We are."

"Marco."

"Hail Mary, full of grace..."

- "The Lord is with thee." - Ssh...

"Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God..."

That kiss I did not give you that time, I have never forgotten.

In the car 100 degrees, outside 3.

Seated, talking, as always, you and I.

That kiss I did not give you that time...

I looked at you and couldn't stop thinking about your lips on mine.

- Your hand on my face. - In the car 100 degrees...

And that kiss I didn't give you became so intense that I have never forgotten it.

I looked at you and couldn't stop thinking about your lips on mine.

Your hand on my face.

And that kiss I didn't give you became so intense...

that I have never forgotten it.

That kiss I never gave you is like a song ended too soon.

When I think about it, I can still feel it on me, on my eyes and fingers.

A simple gesture can change everything.

That kiss I never gave you is like a song...

Now it's too late... - ..ended too soon.

It's over.

When I think about it, I feel it upon me, on my eyes and fingers.

I'm a boat anchored to the past.

One small gesture can change everything, but now it is too late.

..for a kiss I didn't give you.

I'm a boat anchored to the past.

I smile...

Everything will be fine, dear.

That kiss I didn't give you became so intense...

that I have never forgotten it.

That kiss I didn't give you

it's like a song ended... too soon.

If I think about it, I feel it upon me,

on the eyes and fingers.

One small gesture can change everything,

but now...

it's too late.

It is over.

I'm a boat anchored to the past.

I smile...

for a kiss I didn't give you.

- Close your eyes. Close them, eh? - Alright.

Give it here.

I got you this,

because the emptiness that existed between us, in

my mind, was to understand what we really wanted.

- Yes? - I called you earlier.

Yes, I was jogging.

- How's everything there? - Stable, for now.

- And how are you? - I am tired Marco, I am truly at my limit.

- Marco! - Coming! I finished. - Who is he?!

- Listen, can I call you later? - Marco, is everything alright?

Yes, I'll finish showering and I'll call you back. Bye.

Marco! Marco!

Giorgio?

So?

Aren't you going to say anything?

It's just that I didn't expect to see you...

Your mother called me with an excuse and...

Beautiful pick. Is it silver?

Yes... Yes, it's a gift.

Any romantic conquests?

No, what are you talking about... No, no, it's a gift from...

You look good. Do you still do theatre? Because you look like a mime!

No, I told you, I didn't expect to see you.

To see me. Yes.

I'll go back to your mum.

She will probably ask me to stay for dinner. Is it a problem for you if I stay?

No, because for me it isn't a problem.

No, for me neither.

So he says: "Your Holiness, the children aren't eating!".

"Ah, if they don't eat, no toys then!"

Well, funny!

He's always the same! He never changes. - Yes.

- Did you try the... - The ricotta cheese? Yes.

Marco!

You know what to do with it.

- Thanks for accompanying me. - Don't mention it.

Why so silent?

- Nothing, I was thinking. - About what?

Trifles.

Is it a secret?

No, it's that...

- I had a good time tonight. - Is that a problem? - No, no.

It's just that it has been a while.

For everything else... What do you do?

The usual. I have a small job, I play music and once in a while I jog.

- How come? - What? - You run.

It relaxes me, I stop thinking.

And... are you still doing theatre?

No, right now not at all. Giorgio is out of town.

- Are you seeing someone? - No. You? - Do you care?

Why are you laughing? - No, I wasn't laughing.

you were laughing!

Yes, but for nothing important really.

And is there anything that really matters to you now?

What was that old saying? "Do you have a rabbit in your pocket of what?"

It's for you.

Thanks.

It's just that...

I saw it and wanted you to have it.

Thank you.

Goodnight!

Goodnight.

Hey. Sorry I didn't wait for you inside but...

Don't worry about it. Do you mind if I drive?

No, I don't. It's your car.

How's your mum?

She's well.

Where have you been? I needed you! Where were you?

Gio...

Two shitty months and if I hadn't called, not even a message from you!

Does that seem like a normal thing? Were you waiting for me to leave?

Look, if you have something to say, you can say it, if you have the courage to!

- Giorgio, calm down! - Calm down my ass!

Are you going to keep yelling? Because if you are, I'll get off here.

Go, go!

Wait!

What? "Wait" for what? For you to yell some more?

You had to keep this, because my mother found it!

Let's move from here, please.

Tonight I am writing on paper...

because over the phone...

I wouldn't be able to tell you what I feel,

what I want...

..what I... what I want...

And this music, after all...

Do you want something?

- Are you hungry? - Yes, a little.

Mind if I smoke?

No.

How long have you been smoking?

For some time now.

- I'll get you an ashtray. - Thanks.

- Who was it? - Are you serious?

Who was it? Can I know?

What's happening? - What do you mean?

Tell me what the fuck is happening!

A few weeks ago my parents invited Anna to the house.

- Yes, but it's not what you think. - And how is it? How is it then?!

My mum was on me. My parents want to see me settling down and Anna is a good fit.

- Why, am I not a "good fit"? - Gio'...

I love you.

Do you really love me?

Yes.

And Anna?

Anna doesn't matter.

FOR GIORGIO

We live lives without conviction.

You might call me a know-it-all, but you would

need to have an opinion in order to criticize me.

And you, like many others like me,

before I started entering people's homes,

You live because you can't do anything else.

We have no idea on how we should live.

Our lives are too short to understand anything,

And other people's lives are never ... never an example.

Even golden existences are not without their degrading moments.

Our idea of life is an intuition, an induction from those who generated us.

Or, rather, it is a prejudice about what we could do

because they when they had the chance, they backed off.

Don't believe every thought you have.

Gio, this is the monologue from my last show, will you tell me what you think?

I am counting on it.

- Hey. - Come down. - I cannot.

It's Giorgio. Anna says hello.

- Come down! We need to talk. - Gio', it's late.

You'll explain it to me tomorrow.

Best wishes for the marriage, it's over!

Mum... no...

What are you doing? - What kind of question is that?

Get your ass off the bed.

Look at you, you dress like a child!

What do you want?

I want you to stop feeling sorry for yourself!

What do you know?

I know he ruined your life!

Yes, but he was the love of my life! - No, he was an asshole.

An asshole who made you live in secret something as beautiful as love!

What's happening? - Nothing!

What do you mean nothing? I hear you shouting from the street!

You wanted two females? Now you get the screaming.

Wash.

Wash, we're going dancing tonight!

Bye, dad.

What a loony bin this is!

Hi, little brother!

- Did you see Claudia? - I didn't understand.

- Did you see Claudia? - Here she is!

There you are!

- Let's go dancing, come on. - Obviously. Bye! - Bye.

Will you make me a shot, please.

Another one, please?

Honey, next one is on me.

And you, my love, take it easy.

But I'm suffering.

We're all suffering, my love.

- I told you not to overdo it... - And I did it. Where is my cocktail?

Here it is.

Oh, from the stage we look at them!

Let's go, thank you. - No, I'm not coming.

Come on, come, let's go home. - Bummer!

Fuck off!

Hello, honey.

Love, are you alright?

Come on, up, let's go eat something.

Come on.

Hey, who did this to you.

Someone... Someone I was with for five years.

And everything ended with a text message.

And he marries her, that frigid little girl!

What a shithead!

Who are you?

An angel, love.

- An angel. - An angel...

Come on.

Ssh!

My God!

It's dawn, the world lights up!

Hello!

My goodness, so many dads here...

Where is your brother?

Where is your brother?

Do you know why I will go to the ther... therapist one day?

Because I never had any kind of real conflict with my parents!

I mean, I'll explain.

You see me coming in this condition...

at dawn,

shoes in my hand

and you ask me where my brother is?

Mah!

Bitter life...

What did Aurora tell you?

That we'll have to pay for her psychologist.

- Why? - Because we don't punish her enough.

Dear, will you talk to Giorgio when he returns?

I don't know, Paola. I don't know what to do anymore.

- Bibì... - Eh, yes, Bibì!

What is it? What's the problem?

The problem is... I am scared.

Scared?! Of what?

What do you mean? You know, we have a son...

No, I don't know, Benito!

The problem is that we have a son who is...

Different. - Different, yes.

What do you know? At 14 he didn't even want a scooter.

And to say that I would have bought it for him in a heartbeat.

At 18 he didn't get a license, I had to insist!

- So what's wrong? - How can you ask what's wrong?

He doesn't like football, he doesn't like being here,

and he couldn't even find himself a serious boyfriend.

Ever since he was a child he could think only

about the theatre, the theatre and the theatre...

I'm scared, Paola.

Our son has a dream and I am afraid he cannot fulfil it.

Let me understand, in all these years you haven't had the courage to talk to Giorgio

because you are afraid for him?

But I love you! I love you, I love you...

Good morning.

Good morning.

Here we are...

- Was it you this morning? - Eh?

I woke up with the smell of incense and a bell-like sound.

- A Tibetan bell. - Ah! - Yes, it was me.

- Are you a Buddhist? - Mm-mm.

What's his name?

- Who? - The asshole!

Oh my God... What did I say yesterday?

A few but very clear statements.

How are you?

I feel...

empty.

Love, emptiness is the ideal condition to take flight

or to fall into an abyss.

And one does not always take flight on the first attempt.

Yes, but this is my fourth or fifth try.

Come with me. Come.

Do you see there?

"A cherry tree is a cherry tree".

And over there? "A peach tree is a peach tree".

"We can't all be cherry trees".

"As each tree blossoms according to its unique characteristics,

we too ought to live in the way that fits us best."

- What is it, a poem? - Also! that too, but it's not important.

Take it.

What is it?

It is the mantra I was reciting this morning: "Nam myo ho renge kyo"...

"Nam yo ho deng kryo"...

- You'll learn. - I'll learn, yes.

- You think I need it? - Well, it can't be bad for you!

- My number is on the back. - Ah, OK.

- If you'll need it one day... - Alright.

Honey, but... you can't go out like this,

not from my house anyway.

So over there I prepared a change of clothing for you. Go!

All right.

Thank you.

- Where are you going? - Leave me alone!

I need to talk to you!

- You... You need to talk to me?! - Yes.

We have nothing to talk about.

Everything we had to say we said to each other that night in front of your house.

Giorgio, Wait!

I need you. My body needs you.

Are you realising this now? What is it, sex withdrawals?

Are you insane?

Your little girlfriend isn't as good as me?

I'm not you!

I can't be like you. - What are you talking about?

You have your own house, your own money!

You can be as you are because you can afford it. I, on the other hand, cannot.

Don't touch me!

You'll always be Giorgio Greco while I'll just be a shitty faggot.

Stay with me...

I beg you.

Will you really be able to sleep tonight?

Eh?

I won't.

I look for you in bed and you're not there,

I look for your eyes that delve into my soul, I count the days since you are gone!

I swallow my heart every single night.

You really don't remember how we were?

What we were, no longer is, it is dead.

And, by the way,

best wishes for the wedding.

You're fired! - What are you doing?

That which you cannot do.

Get up! You cannot stay all day in bed doing nothing.

I just came back... Are you kicking me out?

I'm just saying that this place is not for you! and also...

Boys must be proud to be beside you!

Dad...

Why are you packing my things?

Because you need to do what you feel, dear.

Because you are not me.

Now go and live your life.

Hello, Giorgio.

Anna?

Marco told me you weren't coming to the wedding. So I asked around and...

I'd like for this conversation to remain between us.

Obviously.

I'll get to the point.

Has there been something between you and Marco?

- Explain. - You understood me.

Did you and Marco ever go beyond friendship?

You came all this way just to ask me that?!

Well, you wasted your time.

I'm sorry, but some people like to spread these... malicious rumours..

- I'm used to it. - So? - So, no.

No!

Marco and I are just... good friends

and I'm happy for the both of you.

Perfect.

All the best for your career... Giorgio.

And best wishes for your marriage... Anna!

Marco, did you hear? Also Harry and Megan are getting married.

Who?

What do you mean who? Harry! Harry and Megan.

And this?! You must take this off!

What will people think?

Leave me alone, mom!

Marco...

Your mother thinks I don't notice anything.

- But she's wrong. - Ah, yes?

Yes!

The fact that I don't often speak does not mean that I do not see certain things.

I really need to ask you this.

Are you truly sure about what you are doing?

What does it matter, dad?

I'm not the one who is choosing.

What are you saying?

Let me get ready, dad.

I have to go on 'stage' soon.

Are you nervous?

Very.

- You did it, eh! - Yes. At last, yes.

- "Nam myo ho renge kyo". - Excellent! Very good...

There.

A little of this... and you're ready.

Beautiful!

Thanks.

Uh!

Sometimes, in your life, you meet someone,

someone to whom you have nothing to teach.

Who, on the contrary,

with just a few moves, takes your life apart,

and analyses it in detail.

Despite having only just met you.

He meticulously labels the pieces and sends them back to you,

suggesting putting them back together in the right way.

Not like before, but in the right way.

For your own good.

It also happens that that person does not announce himself,

appears discreetly at the edge of your field of vision

until you are unable to see anything but him.

And that is the moment when something terribly wrong happens:

you're scared.

And the only person to believe this deception, after all...

is you.

You're scared!

You are afraid that everything you have patiently built,

your mannerisms, your jokes, your expressions,

your glances are no longer needed,

that after all, among billions of people,

you had the misfortune to have met one

who looked inside you and saw you for what you are, as not even you can see yourself.

You can't scream at him, you can't! And

something inside you tells you that you must not!

The fear of having to drop your mask is overwhelming....

paralysing.

And yet, something inside you

keeps saying that this is the way it should be, that this is how it works.

And only when you can expose yourself without fear of harm,

Then...

then it means that you have reassembled all the pieces

in the right way.