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Yes?

- Bad news, pal. - Damiano, I'm late. What?

I told you last night was a lucky night.

- And you just went home. - So?

I finally laid the legendary Beatrice Plana.

- Where are you? - I took her to the penthouse.

The one for private negotlations.

I couldn't resist telling her I live here, that I'm moving in.

She's hot, but a bit nutty

She left to buy breakfast and accidentally locked me out, I mean in.

Understand?

- Hello. Mete? - Yes.

I have to wait till she gets back.

See you later, at the villa.

Understand?

- I'm not sure she's coming back. - Why do you say that?

She invited me to her place tonight for a cosy evenlng.

- I said no. Of course. - She's not thinking straight.

Sure. But how do you know?

...to nurture, guide, and educate your children,

and to encourage them

to fulfil their dreams.

Do you, Sergio Ferri, take Virna Larena Colom as your wife?

I do.

Do you, Virna Larena Colom, take Sergio Ferri as your husband?

I do.

By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Hooray for the happy couple!

Mete, come here!

A bonsai, how sweet!

Thanks!

Thanks for the surprise.

Give me a kiss.

DRIFTERS

I told you Virna's place is a stopgap.

I just started work with Bruno, I'm getting organized... I'll leave soon.

You're nuts, where would you go?

You can stay there as long as you want.

What's Virna's is mine and what's mine is yours.

- Gonna buy that left-back? - I already did.

- Who? - Who...

- How are things shaping up? - It'll be a good year...

"It'll be a good year" but then...

- More water and the usual wine? - Fine.

Mete,

can we put the past behind us or not?

No.

Where are you going?

Mete!

Dear God, it's been ages!

Mr. Alfonso...

- How are you? - How are you?

I heard about your mother, belated condolences.

I hadn't seen her for years.

But Ms. Virna's a nice woman too, isn't she?

- Do they come here often? - Every Sunday.

What did your mother used to say?

"Fish for Mete, but I want to see it first."

She never trusted my judgement. Remember?

- No, I don't. - Well, you were very little.

- I'll go say hello to your father. - Okay.

"The signatures are quite rounded,

both in the individual letters and the way they're joined up.

Pen pressure is quite pronounced.

Both signatures feature the full name."

What do you think?

He spent most of his time at sea, or somewhere damp.

- That's irrelevant. - But it's correct.

- With regard to the report... - Hold on.

Why did you bring it up?

He has difficulty holding the pen,

he's suffered from arthritis for many years.

It's obvious because Mr. De Angelis was a calm person,

his handwriting was rounded, deliberate.

See how readable his jottings are?

So?

- It's as if... - What?

- As if he were short of breath. - Couldn't it be the arthritis?

Attorney, let's not try to be clever.

No, arthritis is evident before and after.

How can I put it, there's...

There's an urgency, as if he were in a hurry.

Maybe he'd just got home

and he was rushing to rewrite his will. But why?

- Good point. Why? - Our work stops here.

- We don't have to find reasons. - Of course.

- Who's there? - Mete, good morning.

- It's me, I'm in the kitchen. - Hello, ma'am.

- It's not Wednesday, is it? - No, Miss Virna sent me.

I brought roast meat, lasagna, sauces with eggplant and peas.

No, this isn't fair...

The defence is too far forward.

Beccucci's playing on his own... Mark him!

- Mete, how are you? - Pissed off.

Why's she moving in? Svetlana's working overtime.

- You promised, damn it. - I know, but her heart's set on it.

- Just for a few days. - What?

- I knew I couldn't trust you. - Be reasonable.

She's your sister. It's her place too, she wants to be in town.

She says it's too chaotic here with the preparatlons...

Plus... maybe you can talk to her.

- What about? - Talk to her.

She's depressed. She caused trouble at school.

I've seen her three times, I hardly know her.

I want to be frank with you.

They said she smokes joints.

Spare me the soap opera.

I don't have much choice now. But I'm out of here ASAP.

- Everything okay? - Fine.

He thanks you for the sauces and the eggplants.

- What about the gazpacho? - He didn't mention it.

No way...

- How much is this one? - 1,400 euros.

Forget it.

- This one too... - 1,800.

But it's negotiable.

It's a good deal, there's a room for Carlotta too.

And there isn't in the 1,400 one?

- It can be arranged. - Thank goodness.

- It's in Via delle Isole. Know it? - No, I don't care.

It's not a suburb, it's a major thoroughfare.

But you know how long eviction for rent evasion takes?

12 months! All at the expense of a stranger.

Everyone does it.

Isn't that right, Mete?

I don't think an eviction would help a guy get custody of his kid.

Exactly.

But apart from that, I've known you for 10 years

and you always say: "Everyone does it."

- What does it mean? - It's a just an expression, Bruno.

"Double park, everyone does it."

"Cheat, everyone does it." He thinks everyone's dishonest.

Bruno, I'm trying to help you, okay?

- Cool it. - No, it seems like it's my fault.

I don't know when I'll see my daughter again.

I don't even know where I'm gonna stay tonight.

- I'm trying to help you. - 1,800, 1,400, 3,000...

It's my fault for working in an agency

that only handles high-standard apartments?

Top-level apartments.

Top-level? Listen to yourself.

Mushroom salad and chicken for Damiano.

- Sonia, Via delle Isole, 60 m2... - Forget it.

- What floor? - High up.

- Not less than 1,600. - You're nuts.

But a room for Carlotta can be arranged.

Hi, mom. How are you?

I'm fine.

I'm at a work dinner.

- Know how much we earn? - Not enough.

I lent him 2,000 euros that I won't see again.

Don't be an asshole.

I can't make it on Sunday...

If you want to earn more, quit that shitty job.

- Mete and I have to work. - We'll set up a company...

...specializing in distrained property, people in debt.

- A goldmine! - People in debt, cool!

Come off it!

The client asked us to go on Sunday.

Maybe Francesca can come with Carlotta.

If she's still up when I get back, I'll ask her.

Goodnight, mom.

I don't have the heart to tell her.

Your mom doesn't know Francesca left you?

- They left each other. - Same thing.

It's different.

She'd been seeing another guy for ages.

Sorry, I'm going through a really rough patch.

I'm okay.

Take it easy.

Mete!

Are you here?

- Belinda, you're up already? - You already left?

I thought you were still sleeping.

I've got to run, I'm late for an appointment.

I'll call you when I'm done, okay?

Bye.

- At the bar? - Change of plan.

- Where are you going? - A special night at Rome 26.

You haven't been out for ages.

You're coming, right?

Wow, it's packed.

It's getting late, we're next in line.

It's busy, you'll have to wait.

- We're usually inside by now. - It's late, I'd better go.

Don't leave me with Damiano.

He drinks, gets excited... I'm not taking him home again.

God!

Look who's here. She drives me crazy!

- I'll explode... - The brunette?

Don't you realize that's Beatrice Plana?

God, she's so hot!

Stick close to me, or they won't let you in.

No such luck!

Well?

Bruno, are you coming?

Nice. Unusual.

- What are you doing? - It's hot!

- Who's he? - Dunno.

How old do you think she is?

Over thirty.

What are you gonna do? You've got no chance!

Where's he going?

It's not difficult, the weight underneath makes it easier...

- Cut it out! - I can't stand show-offs.

They only do it because they see single girls and...

- Are you single? - No, I have a boyfriend.

You look single, guys get the wrong idea.

You?

Cheers!

Coming?

I can't dance!

Bruno's putting on a show tonight, we'd better go get him.

What's up?

- Are you sad? - No, I'm not.

- Got problems? - No.

What a lousy car!

- Look. - What is it?

- A phone number. - Whose?

- What the fuck are you doing? - Are you nuts?

- We've got Beatrice Plana's number? - Who cares...

We've got her number. She never gives it to anyone!

I'd wait before calling her. She's a girl who... or maybe not.

- You take it, I won't call her. - Fuck off!

- That brunette? - Yes.

- How the fuck did you manage it? - Horny, obsessive, compulsive.

- How about breakfast? - Shit, Mete...

- Let's go home, it's late. - Cut it out!

Haven't you got a home to go to?

Too dangerous...

Nice, isn't it?

Miss Virna wants everything white.

Sugared almonds, tablecloths, curtains... all white.

These are for you.

- When will they be back? - Miss Virna will be back late.

Your father's not with her, he's sleeping.

He's never up this early.

A sauna's always a great idea.

Well?

- How about a chat? - What about?

You're still mad at me.

It hasn't been easy for me.

I messed up because I wasn't in love with your mom.

When you came along,

I tried to make it work, but it just didn't.

It couldn't.

Mete, I'm marrying the woman I love.

I'm happy.

It's unusual.

I hope you find someone to love

and that you're loved madly too.

Sorry.

Where are you going?

- I'm going for a shower. - Is that it?

And now for the best feature, this splendid panorama.

Make yourselves at home.

I'll stay by the door, it's faulty and sometimes gets stuck.

You could look at this view for the rest of your life.

- Let's not be hasty. - Of course not.

Hello, Mr. Borromeo!

Here already?

Of course, you're punctual. How's your father?

- Fine, thanks. - I'll finish up with these people.

Look around if you want.

But these people have precedence.

Obviously, you'll have to think it over,

but a lot of people have their eye on it.

The doubt remains and gnaws away at them.

They'll think there's no problem:

You're too young and you're poor judging by your clothes.

But then: "What if he's a millionaire's son?"

- "What if he makes an offer first?" - What are you doing?

Tonight, this penthouse will bewitch Giulia Montini,

an old schoolmate I found on Facebook.

You remembered her?

No, but at the last reunion this great piece of ass turned up.

I told her that I was in love with her at school.

I thought we were going out tonight.

No, you're going home. I'm with Giulia Montini from unit B.

Or unit C. Did we have units at school?

What do you do before a game of Risk?

You organize your tanks,

find your target, aim for it.

- Then there's the surprise! - What surprise?

You're setting a trap.

Questions are useless once a certain line is crossed.

When Cristina Montini comes in here, she'll have crossed that line.

- Want some advice? - Yes.

Call her Giulia all evening, especially if it's her name.

Giulia Montini... Who the fuck's Cristina?

What are you doing here?

- Looking at those cheques. - Petruccioli's?

I think they're forged, but it's an excellent job.

He has a feed store but hates animals. Weird, huh?

What's got into you?

Why?

It's 17:15 and you're still in the office,

looking at paperwork we have three weeks to study.

I respect your non sequiturs but we must provide more proof.

- Like what? - The arthritis, the sea...

It's as if you're just sowing the seeds of suspicion.

Graphology isn't a work of imagination.

- What about that then? - I'll prove it scientifically.

I've almost managed it.

In one line they use several handwriting traits,

even opposing ones, then drop them a few lines later.

As if a new thought or even a noise was enough

to change an entire personality.

When you're dealing with them, graphological tests are ambiguous.

It's impossible to find consistency in their handwriting.

Who are "they"?

I call them "drifters".

People who always seem distant,

inattentive.

You know, when you're with someone and wonder: "Are they listening?"

"Do they love me?"

"Have they understood?"

When you're unsure, maybe you're faced with a drifter.

They lack depth, they just glide over the surface of things?

No, they're not superficial at all.

They're aware of what they do, they take risks...

It's another world.

Drifters can experience wonderful or terrible things,

things that others don't even notice.

It's as if these experiences are carved into their handwriting

which becomes animated, variable.

They're a new, unforeseen category.

That's my scientific hypothesis:

An indefiniteness that defies classification,

that will rob graphology of its purpose.

Your mom would have loved this theory.

No one will write longhand soon, we'll end up jobless.

Or we could end up as drifters too.

My other hypothesis is that this is becoming more widespread.

Your other hypothesis is bullshit.

Maybe you're right about that.

Come on, we're tired.

How about going out tonight?

No, I've got Carlotta this evening.

Beat it!

Okay, sorry.

Belinda, what's up?

What?

Okay, I'll be right there.

What are you doing?

- Dunno, trying to clean up. - With a cup?

Sorry about the mess. The water came out of that thing.

- Why did you take that thing off? - I made a mistake.

But I don't want to go to the villa.

Wedding preparations are a real drag.

Come on, let's get some rags.

Hello, Mete.

How are you?

You're looking well, you know?

You're not happy I've moved in.

No, it's fine, it's just that at the moment...

things are chaotic.

- Like what? - Work.

Mom called and invited us for dinner tomorrow.

No way.

Please, dad's insisting we go. What will it cost you?

Belinda... plenty.

Mete, please.

We'll see.

- What's up? - Your left eye's darker.

Dunno... what the fuck?

It's true, I swear.

Yuck, it's filthy!

- Mete! - Did I hurt you?

For many years, scholars believed...

I like the Discovery Channel too.

I'd watch it all night in Madrid.

You don't go out?

Not always.

I'm in a phase right now, so I don't feel like it.

What kind of phase?

A phase, dunno.

It's obvious.

- I have a favour to ask. - What?

Can you pick up something from a friend tomorrow?

Why can't you go?

Dunno.

It's clearly not important.

You sound like an old man.

You don't want to go because you're in a phase.

Right!

Yes, but I'm busy tomorrow.

- Okay, we'll see. - No, we won't.

I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

Stay up a bit longer.

No.

If you want an unusual animal, we have snails.

- Good morning. - Morning. May I help you?

- I'm looking for Sofia. - The third one!

Sofia!

- There's another guy here. - Just a second.

Hi.

I don't know you.

Yes, but Belinda says you have something for me.

- Keep your voice down. - Why?

- Because. So she's back? - Yes.

Because mommy's marrying daddy, right?

- Let's go. - Where?

I want to come too, let's go.

I'll be back in a while!

She's nuts... Where are you going?

- I'll be back in 30 minutes. - No, at least 40 minutes...

Don't poke your fucking nose in. C'mon.

Know what that is? A magic doorway.

It's the entrance to the villa of a 1th century alchemist who...

Are you hitting on me?

- What? - Shut up. Magic doorway...

Nice, isn't she?

Was he on offer at the supermarket?

- He's my brother. - No, really? Him?

- Seems like a prick, but he's cool. - I knew you'd like him.

- She hardly said a word to me. - You don't understand women.

We crossed town with all that stuff?

Relax!

- Know how much you owe me, babe? - No.

I know you don't.

This plus the 300 euros you already owe me.

- I need it. - I don't have it right now.

You never do.

- Got 300 euros? - No.

I'll pay it back soon, I swear.

Who's that?

Who is it?

No, I'll come down.

It's for me.

I'll be back soon.

Don't cause trouble with your... pusher!

Hey, your grandma's the pusher!

- Where are you going? - Downstairs.

- In a hurry? - Let's go to the cafe.

- I brought sushi. - I don't eat raw fish.

I spent 40 euros, we'll eat upstairs.

- I need fresh air. - I only have an hour.

Can we go up?

- No, there's... - Who?

My sister and her friend.

The Spanish chick?

The hottie?

Let's go to the park, no one'll bother us there.

Why get paranoid if someone tells you "no"?

Imagine a container full of red balls

and these red balls mean "no".

There are also green balls that mean "yes".

When we get a "no", it's one less red ball.

So every "no" brings us closer to a "yes", right?

So I'm pleased every time I get a "no".

Are you smoking the same stuff I am?

- Hello, Bruno. - Say hi for me.

- Yes, I remember. - Say hi for me!

- Say hi for me... - I'll be right there.

I have a consultation in half an hour.

If he realizes I'm still here, he'll be pissed off.

Coming?

No.

- Why? - I'm staying with the girls.

Aren't you late?

No, I'll send a text message and go tomorrow.

Okay, I get it.

- Not going back to the shop? - Got shares in it?

- No, but the lady... - What do you care?

What time's supper?

Dunno, around supper-time.

Right, supper-time.

What a drag!

Yeah, what a drag.

I'll try calling again.

- I wonder what excuse she'll use. - She was with friends.

She said she'd meet me here.

Mete, I'd like to ask you something.

At the wedding reception, I'd like to read something.

I'd like to dedicate it to your father.

A friend suggested a passage from Schopenhauer,

but maybe a poem would be better. What do you think?

I don't know.

What's the matter?

- Nothing. - You're sure?

Maybe...

Maybe it's not appropriate to ask me certain things.

I'm still trying to accept the fact

that this man is part of my life, that he's back...

I understand, you know I've been discreet...

You don't understand.

You haven't lived through it.

One day you're playing with your father

and the next day...

...he's gone.

He disappears for six years.

I assure you, you don't understand.

Mete, we've discussed this many times.

I was very close to him during that time.

I know how much he suffered.

- Your mother's not blameless. - Don't mention her.

Sorry.

- You didn't even know her. - You're right, sorry.

I don't know why I brought it up, sorry.

Maybe because I've loved your father for 20 years

and I've thought about this day so much that I...

I'd like us to be a family.

A bit of a strange one.

I'm fed up with them.

Let's start without them.

Your dad could be here in five minutes or at midnight.

Midnight's more likely.

Belinda...

takes after him.

- May I? - Go ahead.

It's a special kind of roast beef.

I remembered that you like it.

Actually, I am hungry.

I really want you there on Saturday, I mean it.

Audrey's life is rather particular,

she's experienced unique things she can't explain.

I'm not the only one who suffers from memory lapses,

some people can't recall entire periods of their life!

For some reason. UFO films scare me.

A dark sensation that always terrified me.

Thanks to regressive hypnosis, I discovered I was abducted 20 times.

Oh please!

I was 7 the first time it happened.

My grandparents were driving me home from the countryside,

It was dark out. We got lost on a secondary road.

Grandpa lost control of the car and I flew out.

There was a blinding, white light.

The aliens weren't interested in my grandparents...

Belinda!

You're back. I'll be right out!

- Why didn't you come? - I messed up.

Sofia and Damiano stayed,

I wanted to rest, but then I fell asleep.

- How did it go? - It was just me and your mom.

You persuaded me to go.

I know, don't go on about it.

And dad?

He didn't show either.

Come in!

I was in the shower and saw all the bits of old soap.

My grandma used to make new bars out of them.

She grew up during the war. That'll be your bar of soap.

Know how polluting bubblebath is?

Did you see that documentary?

The English one where they go to people's houses

- and see how much they waste? - On Discovery?

- Yes, that's it! - No, I didn't see it.

You idiot!

Will you pass me the hotel soaps from my beauty case?

Did you rob the Hilton?

A friend taught me not to steal from the bathroom,

but from the maid's trolley.

I was in a hurry, I took loads.

- You don't pollute, but you steal. - Yes.

- Here. - Wait.

Your friend's a bastard, those poor maids will get the blame.

He said it was...

working-class expropriation.

At the Hilton?

Look.

We're getting loads of messages,

It's a weekend full of commotion.

Our team got off to a great start, but hasn't scored again.

That's antiquated reasoning.

Our league championship will never rival Spain's or England's

If we don't drop the idea that not scoring equals failure.

What use is a centreforward who doesn't score?

Let me finish.

A forward is the tool for manoeuvres.

He does a dirty job with his back to the goal.

I'll send him a text.

- "Dad, you're cool." - It's not live.

The wingers advance, pass to the forward and goals are inevitable.

That's too complicated!

Try explaining that to a centreforward

who turns up at training with a can of beer.

I'm talking tactics, theory. So the viewers can understand.

You're talking about beer...

There's too much theory Fans want goals!

- Let me watch it. - No, I don't want to.

He's not cool at all.

You know that he thinks you're depressed?

It's a step forward,

he used to say I was on drugs and kept bad company.

Just because of a problem at school.

A classroom was flooded and they blamed some kids.

I got dragged into it too.

- We're you involved? - Yes.

No.

Well, maybe a bit,

but probably not.

Got it.

I had a weird dream last night.

What about?

It was raining a kind of white slush

and puppets were destroying everything.

Then you showed up

and the puppets beat you to a pulp.

You died.

Sounds fun.

Hello, Beatrice?

- It's Mete. I don't know If you... - Why did you wait so long?

You took your time, you were pretty shrewd.

What matters Is you called.

I don't want to seem pushy, but are you busy tonight?

- No, I was going to ask you... - Know "The Rome"?

- Sure. - See you there at 21:30.

Confirm it... Actually, it's already a date.

I'm pleased you called.

See you later, bye.

Bye.

- Know where "The Rome" is? - What is it?

Nothing, I was...

- How many profused? - Seven.

- And filiform? - Six.

Okay, I'd say we're done.

- We're done? - Yes.

We're done...

- Okay, see you tomorrow. - No, you won't.

You're taking Carlotta to the exhibition.

I promised her, all the other parents have been.

Even Francesca, but not me.

Don't worry, they can't complain about our thoroughness.

Yes, but it's an important report.

Know how many other jobs it could lead to?

Yes, of course.

- Have you got the car? - Yes, want a lift?

No, if you're in a hurry...

Where are you going?

To pick up Carlotta and her friend from a party.

You can drop me somewhere.

What's the wicked witch in "Sleeping Beauty" called?

Who knows? Alice!

Cruella!

No, wrong!

- Who knows? - Maleficent.

Someone's daddy guessed right, well done.

But it doesn't count because he's not playing.

- Maybe we'd better go. - No, Carlotta's having fun.

Carlotta's having fun?

Let's at least wait for the cake.

You're grown up, you remember more things.

Even grown ups forget the Seven Dwarves' names.

Want to bet that daddy can't remember?

- What is it? - Oh dear, Bruno!

- I'm driving. - Daddy, you're always serious.

Okay, well...

Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Snoopy...

Snoopy!

- Snoopy! - Forget it.

- What'll we do now? - What's up?

I'll drop off Livia and spend time with Carlotta. Call Damiano.

- I've got catechism at:00! - I know, don't worry.

- Mom gets mad if I skip it. - Carlotta, we're going.

Better not answer, no!

Mete!

- Belinda. Where's Damiano? - He came to see me.

- Coming home? - No...

Come on. We're here.

Will you take me home, please?

Are you nuts? I have to take her to catechism.

- Your place is miles away. - Where the hell are we?

- How about skipping catechism? - Mete, cut it out!

Get out here, take a cab.

- Mete! - Hi.

I came to see you, but you were out so I stayed with Belinda.

- She's nuts. Where were you? - With Bruno.

- Want some? - No.

- Why? - Don't feel like it.

- Are you mad? - No.

- He's mad. - Why?

Forget it.

You're right to be pissed off.

- He hit on me. - What?

- I swear. - I believe you.

Can't you see she's stoned?

The other day, he hit on Sofia too.

She told me that joints turn him into an octopus.

- I can imagine. - Stop taking the piss!

I'm going, you're making me mad now.

Don't get mad. You're a man, I'm a woman: It's normal.

It's normal, but...

He said he gives good massages, what a cliche.

- You bitch. I didn't do anything. - If I lie, interrupt me, okay?

"I'll give you a massage, it'll help you relax."

He straddled me and I felt his hands getting lower.

He said: "Maybe I'll expose your back..."

- Not true. - You deny it, you swine?

I got up and he had a hard-on.

- No way! - Try and deny it.

It was normal, not hard...

- You're a real scuzz. - She's trying to get you mad.

- How about Chinese take-out? - No, I'm busy.

- What? - You're coming with me, right?

Oh, yes.

What a shame, we'd have fun.

- Can't you find an excuse? - Can't we?

- I'm sorry, but no. - We can't.

Why don't you come with us?

No, I don't feel like going out.

Will you be long?

Dunno.

Why did you say we were busy?

I have to do something tonight.

- Like what? - Stuff for work.

Don't go to my place when I'm not there.

You don't believe Belinda? She was stoned, crazy.

You think I'd hit on your sister?

Anyway, I think that Belinda and Sofia...

- What? - I pick up certain vibes.

If I had hit on them, where's the harm?

You don't understand shit!

Come on, Mete!

Promise you won't go back there.

Swear.

Okay, I swear.

A job like mine allows you to travel

and makes life interesting, always on the move.

For example, this month I've been to Paris, Barcelona and New York...

If I didn't know them so well,

I couldn't describe the Ramblas, the Sagrada Familia, Montmartre...

I'm always in a hurry: A rendezvous, a meeting,

an appointment... I'm always so busy.

I think that for today's women, professional fulfilment...

is crucial.

Crucial.

Yes.

This is the third year that I'll spend August on a boat: So relaxing!

It's the best way to meet strangers who love the sea as much as I do.

- That's the way to unwind. - Boats are relaxing.

I turn on my cell phone once a week, for important stuff.

But my colleagues know I'm on holiday...

so they leave me in peace.

Look me in the eyes.

No, we'll split it.

- Gallantry is a fake form of... - I'd like to.

For pity's sake, I know that.

I'm not insulting you,

I realized you're kind right away,

but the man paying because he's supposed to is a divisive act.

- Okay, we'll split it. - Good boy.

That's more like it.

Tell me a bit about you.

You haven't said a thing. Acting mysterious?

No, I'm just interested in your life.

Yes... make me talk to keep yourself hidden.

Sneaky!

I didn't think you were so sly.

I won't drive you home because I live close by

and I don't want to go home alone.

We've three options: Come to my place for a drink,

take the car and return it tomorrow.

Or call a cab, but they're tough to find on Thursdays.

Or come up, have a drink and sleep over...

and call a taxi tomorrow.

What do you think?

What a trauma! You know the Roosevelt?

- Where they took John Lennon for... - Right, there!

I used to visit a friend who lives there...

It was dreadful!

A real trauma, I wouldn't even take a taxi there now.

I read that women take three times as long

to recover from traumas.

Says a lot about the male-female dynamic, huh?

Oh God, what was I saying?

- I'm a bit drunk, aren't I? - You're beautiful.

You too.

No, I don't want to.

Get out.

What?

Why did you kiss me? We hardly know each other!

Get out, call a taxi!

- You said they were tough to find. - You know that was bullshit.

Yeah, I thought it was odd.

You're really leaving?

- Don't you like me anymore. - Of course, but...

Hello?

Send a taxi to Via...

What street is this?

No, actually no...

I've changed my mind.

- Are you asleep? - Yes.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Yes, it's interesting but...

You could do a lesson

about handwriting's most indicative characteristics.

It'd be great, lots of people would come!

Okay, I'll think it over and see if...

Excuse me a second.

I don't believe it...

I'm so sorry, there must have been a mix up.

I'll come to the office immediately.

- What's up? - Honey, wait a second.

Shit!

Where are you going?

Why are you dressed?

I was cold, I put on my t-shirt, pants...

- How about some coffee? - No, I'll go to the cafe.

What's up?

What's happened?

My life's shit.

All lies.

This city is disgusting.

They should burn it!

No, Beatrice, no...

What are you saying?

You're just on a downer because we had a bit to drink...

Come on.

I thought you'd left.

All men leave here before dawn.

They scribble me notes with their phone numbers.

Or just their e-mail addresses, can you imagine?

Your taxi will be here in 3 minutes.

Your jacket.

I'll call you on Monday.

I'll try to find the concert tickets and we'll go together.

Okay, great.

Did you enjoy it?

Yes.

Yes, very much.

Chin up, okay?

Chin up?

Why?

- Just because... - You feel sorry for me.

- No! - You wouldn't say it otherwise.

- No. - Why say it then?

- It's like saying "come on". - What do you think of me?

- I want to know. - My taxi's here.

What do I care? I want to know what you think of me!

What the hell do you think of me?

Bastard!

All bastards!

I hope something really serious happened to you.

Why?

Sorry, Bruno.

Please forgive me, I completely forgot.

- You're unreliable, you don't care! - I wasn't at home, my cell phone...

- You don't care about friends, work! - I didn't mean to, please...

I went or we'd have lost around 3,000 euros!

You don't care about money, you don't need it!

You don't need to work, you're rich!

But you still take advantage of houses of people you disdain, don't you?

- I apologized, what can I do? - It's too late to do anything.

You can't do this, how the fuck can you live like this?

- Can't you see? - Stop it.

I said sorry.

I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Carlotta,

but I have my problems too.

You've got problems? Let's talk about them!

Leave me alone.

- All of you, leave me alone. - All of who?

Hi.

Not answering?

Who keeps calling? What've you done?

You didn't sleep here last night.

I made it today. I haven't tried it, I waited for you.

- Have you had supper? - We're having it.

Damiano said there's a party at Palazzo Fendi tonight.

- Has he been here? - No, he phoned.

- Why didn't he call me? - He said your phone was off.

Right.

Get changed, we'll go together.

- Sorry, I don't feel like it. - We'll just stay a while.

Otherwise you'll be here in your underwear all night.

Belinda, you never go out.

I like it here.

You go. I'll wait for you.

Excuse me...

Got a light?

Oh you're Mete! How are you doing?

Say hi to Virna. Tell her to drop by the showroom.

Give her my best. Don't forget, all right?

Let's go. Let's go for a beer...

Beer... like a couple of losers. Some other time.

- We'll have fun tonight! - No, I'm bored.

I had a really shitty day.

Did you speak to Bruno?

Tell me later. Chill out for now.

- How about a drink? - No, I had two Mojitos.

Want a special Mojito?

Two special Mojitos! Thanks.

- Want to smoke? - Yes.

- It's hot. - You sound like an old man!

Look who's here!

Tonight's the night!

I'll call her.

What are you doing?

What's up?

You're dressed...

You said I'm always in my underwear.

What's that?

A coconut.

I'll give it to you.

You're tickling me.

- Are you awake? - No, go to sleep.

No, don't go to sleep.

- Go back to sleep. - I want you to hug me.

Know what we'll do today?

Have lunch at the seaside,

lie on the beach,

wait for the sunset.

Then we'll come back to Rome, rent a dvd, no, two dvds,

we'll go to my place, I'll cook you a wonderful dinner.

Then we'll lie on the couch and watch the movies.

How about it?

I'll make "Caprese".

The cake or the salad?

Both.

And you can stay the night.

Wait...

That is a great idea, I'd love it.

But Mete's dad is getting married.

- I can't come. - Right.

- Come over afterwards. - No.

I don't know what time it'll end.

How about some other time?

We'll have dinner, you can make "Caprese"...

How about it? Come on, don't be upset.

No, I understand perfectly.

One evening's as good as another, right?

- What are you doing? - Going to buy breakfast.

Cappuccino, croissant, a couple of muffins?

No, let's go have breakfast together.

Why? Sleep another hour.

An hour's as good as another. Same with croissants.

I'll decide. Where are the keys?

By the door. But leave them, I'll let you in.

What's she doing?

What the fuck!

Beatrice, honey, no need to lock up.

I'll wait for you, hurry back!

She may be Beatrice Plana, but she doesn't understand shit.

"I'm going to help mom. See you later."

She left to buy breakfast and accidentally locked me out.

I mean In.

- Hello? - Yes.

I have to wait till she gets back.

See you later, at the villa.

- I'm not sure she's coming back. - Why do you say that?

Do you, Sergio Ferri, take Virna Larena Colom as your wife?

I do.

Do you, Virna Larena Colom, take Sergio Ferri as your husband?

I do.

By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

- We've done it! - After 20 years, you idiot.

No!

Fuck, fuck!

- You came! - She wants to see the newly-weds.

- I've something for you. - Really?

For your research...

It's perfect.

Please, tell me nothing happened last night.

It sure did happen.

Okay, nothing happened.

- What now? - We'll forget about it.

Belinda, come here.

Let's go to dad.

Mete, come here!

Come here!

Yes.

A bonsai, how sweet!

- This is for you. - Thanks.

What a surprise! Give me a kiss!

Congratulations, dad.

Photo, photo.

The ball!

Let's play!

I know you're embarrassed, but do it for me.

Till now we've been playing around.

- Now for the showpiece. - That's all we need!

I don't know how It started

My everlasting love for you

You became my wife

You became my life

Passion's called for, with you

And a bit of craziness

You need intelligence

and a lot of heart too

It's not enough to sing of love

It's no longer any use...

Come on, Mete!

To tell you yet again

That there's nothing lovelier

Lovelier than you

You're one of a kind

Boundless as you want

Thank you for existing

Even as the years pass It doesn't wane

My endless desire for you

That mysteriousness you forever maintain

It sticks to me like glue

It must be those moments I have

Those minutes with you,

These may just be words but...

Mete, she didn't come back!

She didn't come back!

No, stop! Just a second!

I'm still locked in!

She didn't come back, I'm locked in, stop!

Will it rain?

No, it'll clear up.

She'll come back. Of course she will.

Damn!

Mete, the roof.

Close it!

The roof!

Put it up.

Put it up.

What the hell do you want?

BEATRICE, SORRY BUT I HAVE A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT.

I'LL CALL YOU SOON.

METE

- Which button is it? - Dunno.

I rented it. How the fuck do I know?

This is no way to drive!

Slow down, dad.

Any slower and we'll stop.

I don't want to die!

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