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I know.

I know what National Geographic documentaries say,

that starlings unite in this incredible dance

to protect themselves from predators and ward off attacks.

I know.

But I have another theory.

Hold on, you're like a dead weight.

There's traffic, even at this hour.

Sorry.

If we'd left a bit later,

at least we wouldn't have found traffic.

You know I have to get up early tomorrow.

If we'd stayed a bit longer...

It's like we ran away.

No, you said goodbye to everyone.

- But you didn't say goodbye to anyone. - Just Claudio.

The others didn't even notice.

Stop. I'll get some cookies.

Just a moment, I'll get some cookies.

These only have chocolate.

Anyway, I don't agree with your reasoning.

But it was an opening and people don't talk at openings.

- Good evening. - Hello.

You always say you get bored too.

But I have to go there.

That's 14.50 euros.

- Do you collect points? - Yes.

It so happens I do have the card with me.

Thanks.

This month, we have these bowls as prizes.

- They're handmade. - No, thank you.

Why not? Yes!

With your points I can give you three.

Can I have a bag?

- What's the use? - I don't know, but let's get them.

I have them too. They're handmade.

They're well made.

Will you give us a bag?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Careful or they'll break.

What have I done? You've been mad at me all night.

- Me? - Yes.

I was just sorry about the way we left.

Can I say it?

Excuse me.

All right, next time I won't come.

Why? What kind of answer is that?

You talk about your things,

I don't know what to say, I feel uncomfortable and I don't speak.

Sorry if it's about work.

But it's your work, not mine.

All right, thanks.

Once, you used to take it differently.

Once, we didn't go to openings.

Holy shit, with all there was to eat...

Wonderful food, did you see it?

At least the salad with pomegranate which you like...

I don't see why you should...

I liked it when you cooked for me.

Why don't you ever come to the restaurant?

When I come I eat by myself,

that's why I don't come.

Well, bring someone!

I don't want to go with someone, I want to go with you.

- With me? To my restaurant? - Yes.

- And who would cook? - You cook and then we eat together.

That's madness.

You know what drives me crazy?

First you chew my ear off saying we're never together,

that we never do anything together, that I'm never here.

Then I bring you to this event with me...

Why do you have to sulk?

Anyway, that's not it.

But I can't even point it out to you

or it becomes a tragedy.

- You threaten you won't come again. - I didn't threaten you.

You've had it in for me all night.

Why do you think I take you there?

Do you think I do it for me?

Meaning?

- What do you mean? - I mean, I think...

Nothing, drop it, Marta.

I'm not like you,

I can't just pretend everything's fine.

If I don't want to do something, everyone notices,

I just can't...

I can't hide it, don't you see?

So I'm a hypocrite?

Yes, what's wrong with that? We're different.

You're the healthy one, I'm the asshole.

It's no big deal, but we're different.

You know why we're different?

Because I occasionally try to get out of this fucking comfort zone

you're locked into...

What?

You said it.

What did you say?

Marta, I'm being serious.

- You said, "comfort zone"? - Yeah. So?

We used to laugh when people said...

I don't give a fuck! I'm speaking seriously!

Good night.

Will you tell me a joke?

I don't feel like telling jokes anymore.

You tell me one, seeing as you never do.

You know I'm no good at it. I forget them.

This is the problem: you solve everything like this.

You're not good at it, solved.

"I'm not good at telling jokes." End of story.

"I'm not a good cook." Solved.

"I'm not good at talking to people

I've already decided I don't give a fuck about...

You're wrongheaded."

The one about Marx who goes to heaven.

I can't take it anymore,

I don't know if it's clear, I'm speaking very seriously.

I think we should take a break.

You want to leave me?

Five.

Keep going!

Four, three...

Miss!

- Let me see. - My wrist.

Here.

- Giulia, you play. - I don't feel well.

- What's the matter? - A stomachache.

- Flaminia, you go. - No, I don't feel well either today.

What's wrong with you two?

You know you need a note from your parents?

- Yes. - Don't let it happen again, okay?

All right.

Beatrice, you go.

Chiara.

If it still hurts, tell her to see a doctor.

They've shifted the dates again.

- What? - The teachers' meetings.

- You didn't see the principal's email... - No.

Miss Marta, how can you ignore all the emails?

How do you do it?

I had a soccer game. The team will find another winger.

The guys from the linguistic high school are going for pizza afterwards.

I know, there are more exciting things,

but they're the no.1 pizza binge organizers!

- Word is they invited... - Word is?

Right, a sneaky move,

but we of the STEM have our responsibilities,

we never organize anything.

Let's say we're shy people.

Too shy, Miss Marta.

I was thinking...

Let's also have a pizza binge.

We'll show them that the STEM won't stand for it,

that we can organize a memorable pizza binge,

so they'll regret never having invited us.

There's a lot of us, more than them,

but we're alone, frightened.

We have to make ourselves heard. Shall we organize it?

All right.

- We'll see. - I know how it'll end up.

- How? - Over your dead body.

I'm so envious. How do you do it?

You just pedal.

I mean, to get out of doing things you don't want to do.

Just pedal.

"My wife and I went there for our 25th wedding anniversary.

And in this day and age...

We'll never set foot in there again! Never ever!

An infinite wait

and the amatriciana, cold and rehashed like this anonymous place.

Never again!

Never again!"

What is it? What did I do?

You obviously didn't read the email.

No, which email?

It seems someone said something,

they've extended the invitation to us at the STEM too.

Miss Marta, the pizza binge!

- Are you going? - Even though it's a defeat.

- Are you with us? - No, you know Miss Marta.

Just pedal.

I understand you.

I appreciate it.

They booked an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Pizza, Sushi and Tex Mex.

- Why hurt yourself? - Because I'm not brave like you.

At least, not enough to decline an invitation from people I don't like.

You're very brave.

- Bye. - Thank you, Miss Marta.

They've changed the front-door code again.

I've been locked out twice.

Luckily, the architect on the first floor opened for me.

Sorry.

I was late because of a late check-in.

- So business is going well. - Really well!

You don't know how many bookings!

Look.

These are the pictures for the ad. Now I'll change them.

This is another house.

- Another house? - Yes, also Sergio's.

- How many houses does he have? - Too many, lucky him!

This is his old office. He asked me to decorate it.

A slog!

We would have rented it anyway,

but one negative review and bye-bye "super host."

Never mind.

Did you know he's the new director of Astra Theater?

No. Good.

That's what I said.

It's a small theater but it does good things.

- Have you ordered? - No.

Good evening.

To start, two rice balls...

- Not for me, thank you. - Please.

I don't feel like them.

- Two rice balls and a capricciosa. - A margherita for me.

- To drink? - Two beers.

- Mid light? - Perfect.

I'll be right back.

- How did the audition go? - It was a self-tape.

And how did it go?

Good, I'm waiting for a callback.

Here's hoping.

Anyway I'm getting a taste for this B&B thing.

I just wrote a mini guide to the city,

where I recommend places locals go to.

I also put Antonio's restaurant in it.

I wrote to him but he hasn't replied yet.

But that way they'll become touristy.

- What? - The places, if you...

If you suggest them to tourists.

The special places will become touristy, right?

Go.

- No, my stomach feels tight. - A small piece.

- I don't want to. - I'll take the mozzarella out.

I'm not hungry.

This whole story about the B&B...

You guys should think about it too.

When you're away,

on vacation, you can rent out your house.

Yeah, we'll see.

- Don't you trust me? - Yes.

You said it was a good idea, you even gave me your house keys.

Antonio, huh?

He doesn't want to, right?

Remember it's your house,

fair enough that you live together, but you need respect.

I understand he's busy...

He left me.

He left me.

What?

- When did this happen? - What does it matter?

I thought everything was going well, I'm sorry.

No, it wasn't going well.

It wasn't.

That's why he didn't reply.

You could have told me, though!

I needed a moment.

- Is there another woman? - No!

A guy suddenly leaves you and there's no one else?

- No. - All right...

- I'll talk to him. - Stop it.

- I'll talk to him. - Please.

I'll call him pretending I don't know...

Stop it, fuck!

I didn't tell you because you make everything about you.

- It's not true. - Yes, it is!

You insist we have to see each other

because true sisters are also true friends...

Bullshit!

When we see each other, you do all the talking!

Enjoy.

Don't cry.

I can't bear it when you cry.

It's not my fault if it didn't work out how you wanted,

if you're a fucking landlady for fucking tourists,

instead of being an actress.

But don't come here to tell me how to live my life.

I know, what I'm doing is bad,

but how about what he did to me?

"To be avoided."

One of these days I'll stop.

When I'm not pissed anymore.

Yeah, you're right, I'm more sad than pissed.

Because when you have an idea of the other person,

when you understand the idea of the other person,

but then it suddenly seems that you got it all wrong,

you feel like an idiot.

I know you understand.

I know.

An idiot.

Where did all that love end up?

Where did all those moments end up?

When I was in his arms

and I felt relaxed,

at peace.

It seemed to me that whatever happened in the world,

in the universe,

nothing could destroy that moment.

Sure, no one would write love songs

if love weren't a big mess.

A huge mess.

Or simply a misunderstanding.

Antonio?

I came to bring you the keys I didn't know where to go.

But you came in.

I needed to pee, I tried calling you, but...

I had parent-teacher meetings.

- Where could I go? - To the café downstairs.

- Their toilet's gross, tell them. - Elisa, please.

I'm sorry.

All right.

I just wanted to be helpful.

All right, it doesn't matter.

I overdid it too.

Yes, a little.

- I apologize. - Apology accepted.

Shall I stay for dinner?

No.

- Shall I give you a hand? - No.

Go.

- Is today the sixth? - Yes.

We're trying to have a baby.

- A beautiful thing. - Yes.

We've been trying for a year.

- Sergio has slow sperm. - What?

Slow sperm.

- Slow or lazy? - I dunno, what's the difference?

Maybe that's why Antonio left you.

What?

You've never wanted kids, have you?

Antonio left me because he left me,

because he was sick of the things he liked about me in the beginning.

That's how it works, you love someone and then you stop.

Got it?

I don't want to talk about him anymore, I don't care about him.

Sorry.

Sit down.

You think we're going to eat that stuff?

This is why you don't eat!

I'll take care of it.

- What are you doing? - Ordering in.

I got you an appointment with Dr. Benati.

- Who? - My gastroenterologist.

Remember when I had an irritated colon?

She's very good. She sees private patients at the hospital.

It's definitely because of Antonio,

but you look peaky.

Maybe you're not absorbing nutrients well.

Oh, God!

I forgot.

Come.

Jirko.

If I were to give

a message to young people,

it would be: always do your best

and success will come on its own.

Hi.

Jirko.

I'm Marta.

What brings you to Rome?

The monuments? History?

The weather?

Or the food?

No, not the food. You're too thin.

I always imagined that Korean idols only drink bubble tea.

Even though I've never understood what bubble tea is.

Now Rome is full of places that sell it,

if you like I'll buy you some.

The places I like are a little bit different.

I'd like to take you out,

show you my Rome.

Don't imagine anything exceptional,

just windows, walls...

mysterious little squares...

the elderly, and then Madonnas.

Madonnas looking down at you from above, everywhere.

It's a pity you came into my life now.

What brings you here, apart from your sister?

- She's a tough cookie, huh? - Yes.

Since Mom and Dad passed she's become apprehensive.

And how do you feel?

- Nausea? - No nausea.

It's more a feeling like a tight stomach.

Before or after meals?

Always.

And when you eat, what happens?

- I feel like throwing up. - Every time?

Almost.

In fact, I've lost weight.

I believe it.

- Food allergies? - None.

Have you ever suffered from eating disorders?

No.

As a girl I went on diets for sports...

I eat in a disorderly way, I don't eat healthy.

But now it's different.

- How? - I'm not hungry at all.

Can you think of anything that may have triggered this?

Maybe the flu?

Sometimes gastroenteritis is enough to...

My ex.

He left me.

The stomach is our second brain.

A brain

which apparently needs an antiemetic.

Let's see what effect it has on you.

I don't know if I want it to stop.

Me too, when my husband left me I suffered so much.

I didn't eat for months,

everyone thought I was going to the gym.

A part of me was also pleased.

When did it go away?

When I left him too.

To truly separate,

like to truly be together,

it takes two, right?

Now you're getting a nice ultrasound.

It's a bit cold.

It's an angel's wing.

The devil has wings too.

TRATTORIA WITHOUTEND

Linguine's up.

Service!

Chef.

A tongue.

To follow: a salted cod and two artichokes.

I'll do the tongue.

I'll do the salted cod.

How long for the artichoke?

Three minutes.

Tongue in green sauce.

Salted cod... and tagliolini .

- Take the tongue out. - Isn't it the season anymore?

Exactly, this is boiled meat season.

We'll make meatballs.

Write.

Boiled meat meatballs with nettles.

Yuck!

- But... - They're very good.

- Can you eat them? - Yes, of course.

They're not poisonous.

What do you mean, how gross?

I'll print it tomorrow.

- Then you can taste them. - No.

- Bye. - Bye, Silvia.

Good night, Claudio.

She looks at you differently.

She knows you've broken up and she's getting ideas.

Get outta here.

And anyway, she likes girls.

Maybe she's bi, fluid,

pansexual like all the girls her age.

Precisely, I like girls my own age, unlike you.

Apart from the fact I'm her boss,

and to be honest, I'm not ready yet.

- What'll you have to drink? - Let's try the new whiskey.

What does you're not ready yet mean?

I miss her.

You asked me!

You miss her? Get back together.

Tell her: I was wrong.

I reckon she'd take you back.

I'd take you back.

- What kind of reasoning is that? - You're a good cook.

- Ah, that's why? - Yes.

- I don't know what you're like in bed. - Because you need me.

Let's try it, go on.

It's not as if when you leave someone you don't miss them.

It can happen, right?

You were together for so long.

I've always liked Marta, you know that.

You'll get over it.

It's good for you to have a change.

And it's not like you were happy before.

What the fuck does that mean?

- Happy... - You know what? Better this way.

This way you'll be more focused and you know why?

Because we're fully booked for the whole month.

An article came out

that I wanted to show you.

Lemme see...

Here it is.

"WithoutEnd: where Roman cuisine is born again."

Far out.

Even the reviews are good.

- How much did you pay him? - Nothing. I don't even know him.

There's only one bad review from this guy.

- Who is it? - A guy.

"To be avoided."

He changes username but it's always the same guy writing.

It'll be someone from the neighborhood who's jealous

because we steal his customers.

- "It didn't satisfy expectations." - Don't read it.

We don't give a shit and you know why?

We have four and a half dots and no one can take them away!

- We've made it... - Exactly.

We can make it to five!

- Did you set the alarm? - Yes.

Good night.

Night, man.

Sorry, I didn't realize that this was completely raw...

is it possible to just cock it a little bit?

Tartar is completely raw.

I know but... I...

I didn't realize that, sorry.

- I will ask the Chef... - i appreciate that, thank you very much.

He wants it cooked.

The tartare?

I told him but he doesn't know what tartare means.

- Who is it? - A guy.

Let's make him a nice hamburger so he feels at home.

Teo, let's hamburgerize.

Everything okay?

I think the battery's dead, I should have changed it.

I'll give you a lift.

- No, I'll go with Claudio, thanks. - He's already left.

What?

My car's just behind here. At this hour there's no traffic.

- Sure? - Yes.

- Of course. - Thank you.

- Where did he go so early? - Home.

He says it's his first day.

You can taste it.

- Wow! - It's a bit strong.

Sorry, it seemed like a cool place.

I don't know my way around yet, I haven't been here long.

Do you like the neighborhood?

Yeah, it's okay.

As long as it's not Trastevere.

You're not in touch with her anymore?

No.

That's why I'd prefer to avoid running into her.

I don't go to the places we used to go together.

I liked her a lot.

What happened?

You know...

Were you together for a long time?

Yes, seven years.

Then you must be avoiding a lot of places.

Yeah.

I know it seems, actually, it is total madness...

but that's how I feel.

It gets to me, I feel bad

just thinking about it.

So I avoid them.

It's happened to me too.

Yeah?

We were together for less time,

but in the end I changed cities.

- A different city? - Yes.

I was in London, but I didn't like it there anymore.

Once they asked for parmesan cream on calamari.

- What did you do? - Nothing.

They made pizza with pineapple.

- Anything went. - Just imagine.

Here it is.

I just knew it that he'd write something.

"One of the best hamburgers I've eaten in my life."

Five stars!

You like reading reviews, huh?

- It thrills you? - Yeah, I'm crazy about reviews.

But not only about us, about anything.

Why?

I find them touching.

Imagine someone who goes home

and reviews an electronic roller shutter?

- I read that one too. - An electronic roller shutter?

People do all sorts of things not to feel alone,

even review a roller shutter.

And you reading them...

This is me.

- Good. - All right.

Thanks again.

Thanks for this evening. Do you live nearby?

In Montesacro.

Are you insane? It's an hour by car.

No, I'm staying with my girlfriend who lives here.

She's not exactly my girlfriend, let's see what happens.

At least you're staying nearby.

Or I'd feel guilty.

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

Sooner or later one has to move on.

And you'll do it too.

See you tomorrow.

"Never again."

- What's this? - The Americans forgot it.

- What's it for? - You gotta take back the city.

What city?

How did you two meet?

At the Ancient Rice Ball.

You don't know it?

The best rice balls in Rome!

We were in line because it was closing,

I was the last and she was ahead of me.

- There were only two rice balls left. - Did you share them?

No, she took both.

- Did you say anything? - No.

But I thought, "What a bitch!"

Then?

We went outside to eat,

me with my pizza, her with her rice balls.

I watched her as she ate.

Was she sexy?

No, she was gross!

She peeled the rice balls like oranges,

she picked the fried bits off and only ate the inside.

The best bit!

I suffered like a dog.

- Did you say anything? - No.

I tried not to let her see me. She spoke to me.

What are you looking at?

That's how you met.

Yeah, that's how we met.

She wasn't eating the fried bit because she was on a diet.

THE BLOND TIBER

To Pier Paolo Pasolini for his love for the Roman people.

I discovered that's a frequent trait in sports pros.

- Is she a sports pro? - Yes.

She did artistic gymnastics, floor exercises.

She'd already stopped when we met.

She only ate junk food,

it was hard at first

to teach her to eat healthy.

I came up with all sorts of things to tempt her taste buds.

I was cooking all the time.

Back then, it was still only a passion,

I was about to graduate in economics.

You, economics?

Yes.

- Really? - That's where I met Claudio.

Yes, we graduated together.

Well, she was a girl...

She was unique,

different from the others.

I have to ask.

Why did you leave her?

It's obvious you still have feelings for her.

You do things in life that don't make sense.

I didn't think I'd miss her so much.

And they say we women are complicated,

but you men are the real mystery.

A mystery for me too.

Then what happened?

I stopped cooking for her

and I started cooking for others, I opened a restaurant.

We're well underway.

Though maybe what you want is to see her again.

Antonio.

Elisa, how are you?

- How are things? - Good, good.

- You? All good? - Yes.

- Sergio, all good? - Yeah.

All good.

How is she?

I haven't called her yet.

I'd like to call her back...

What?

Is she in a bad way?

Nothing doing, it's always off.

Maybe she blocked you.

Have you tried texting her?

- No. - Try it.

What the fuck do I write?

- "Surprise me!" - Fuck off.

"Marta,

I can't pretend I don't know,

I heard you're not well.

I'm writing this because I've been calling for days,

but your phone is always switched off.

Please, answer me.

I know everything."

Select product category.

Insert the amount.

Dispensing.

How are you doing?

- The nausea's gone. - Good.

- Pain, discomfort? - Nothing.

- Are you able to rest? - So-so.

The past few nights, I couldn't.

I go out for a walk and calm down.

It's normal.

Dr. Staglianò.

- The oncologist I told you about. - Pleasure.

The doctor knows, I don't like to beat about the bush.

I'm very sorry, but we've found some metastases,

as evidenced in your ultrasound.

One in the brain of one centimeter,

and one in the liver.

That's probably the one that is starting to bother you.

I've always thought of the liver as a cyclist's helmet.

Don't you think?

The left lung is free and the mass on the right is asymptomatic.

That is, it doesn't cause pain or other disturbances.

We need to do further tests

to ascertain the situation.

Do I need surgery?

Your tumor is at the fourth and final stage.

For this stage there is no cure,

but that doesn't mean we can't do anything.

Genetic testing has found

a good compatibility with immunotherapy, a bio pharmaceutical.

What does that mean?

We block the tumor from developing.

And we try to shrink it.

It's not a matter of rooting it out

but living with it.

One capsule a day,

you decide the time but stick to it.

Is that all I have to do?

No, naturally we'll monitor you

to see if the treatment is effective and adjust it if necessary.

Apart from that, nothing else.

Do you agree to follow the treatment?

Why wouldn't I?

Many patients throw out the box of medication

before even starting.

People do a lot of weird stuff.

If there are no more questions...

If I need to, I'll call you.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I know, it's a lot, all at once.

This is the good news, just focus on that.

And yes, the liver is like a cyclist's helmet.

Are you sure they didn't say anything else?

Nothing else.

Maybe next time I'll come with you.

We'll see.

You don't want me to stay.

Anyway, I'll only be a moment,

I'll go do the check-in and come back.

There's no need.

What are your next steps?

What next steps?

I don't know, will you take sick leave?

They didn't say anything like that.

If I go on leave, then what do I do?

You look after yourself.

We have so much to do,

fix up the house, I don't know.

Change the chairs.

- Did you read the email I sent you? - No, I lost it.

I'll send it again.

It's a mindfulness course, guided mindful breathing.

It's helping me a lot.

Maybe it will help you get through the treatment better.

Stop,

dedicate this moment to yourself.

Find a space where no one can disturb you.

Take your time, there's no hurry.

There's no judgment.

Now sit with your back straight.

Bring your attention to your posture

that musn't be rigid.

Take a few moments

to explore these feelings.

Let us bring our awareness to the level of physical sensations,

focusing our attention

on the sensations of the weight and pressure on the body.

Better, right?

What a day.

Better this way, right?

I should have done it before,

but better late than never.

You know,

thinking of Antonio doesn't hurt now.

Hi. A coffee please.

Free hour?

- Yes. - They're the best.

I have parent-teacher meeting but nobody signed up.

"Man is what he eats."

Feuerbach.

Which is greatly misunderstood,

everyone takes it as an invitation to healthy eating, but no.

- It's not? - No.

He meant

that we put our most important symbols in food.

That's why in one of his last texts he invented a specific term:

gastrotheology.

He claims

that we are what mystery feeds on,

we are the food that nourishes it.

Obviously, by mystery he means the divine.

- I'm boring you. - No, it's interesting.

Yes?

- Agostini. - Yes?

Vignali's grandfather's here for you.

- The grandfather? - Says only he could come.

Why don't they sign up? I might not have been here.

- But you are here. - Excuse me.

Coming.

You're lucky.

My students' parents don't even answer my texts.

You know I envy you?

I envy you a lot.

- It's on me. - No, it's on me.

I want this one, not another one!

But it fell on the ground.

I don't care, I want this one!

Hello.

- Can I help you? - Yes. A cone.

- Medium. - All right.

- Actually, no, large. - All right.

What shall we put on it?

Chocolate.

Dark chocolate, dark chocolate with orange, gianduja?

Chocolate... this one.

This is dark chocolate? Yes.

Then?

This one.

Here.

- Thank you. - Have a nice day.

Yeah, yeah, I'm back.

Listen, you need to learn to be on your own.

I can't always be here.

I can't be here all the time.

Look.

I got it for us, we have to give it a name.

Will you pick it?

All right.

Everyone with Alessia.

I really need it.

Hips in line, Alessia.

Mirti, I'll confiscate it, eh.

Go back to your exercises.

I have automatism, sorry.

Mirti has automatism.

Giulia, pull yourself up!

- You two, come on. - Please, enough.

Come on, come on.

Please, stop.

Go!

That's enough for today.

Recover.

On the floor, breathe.

Goodbye, Miss.

- Has the bell rung? - Yes.

It's official: I've gone deaf.

I like you.

Pardon?

You heard me.

Hang in there.

Come on.

Stop.

Quiet.

Is someone there?

No.

- It's your turn. - Here.

- Let's see you. - Here.

Give me yours.

- Tell me if I hurt you. - Slowly.

Oh my God.

Stop.

- Is it all right? - Yes.

- Does it hurt? - No, it's better.

Let's cover up.

Marta.

Hi.

Do we know each other?

Yes, we met at Antonio's restaurant.

I used to work there.

- Yes, you're...? - Silvia.

- How are you? - Good.

- And you? - Good.

Thank you.

For you.

Thank you.

- Did he bring you here too? - Yes.

And to Ancient Rice Ball?

No, but he told me about it.

Maybe he didn't like it that much.

No, we didn't finish the tour.

How is he?

I haven't heard from him since I quit.

- You quit? - Yes.

I'm interning at an art gallery.

To be honest, I'd forgotten I applied.

When they called I didn't know what to do.

I caused a bit of an upset.

And do you like it?

I don't know.

The thing is, I don't know what I want to do.

One day it's cooking, the next it's photography.

In the end, I never see things through.

I'd like to find something, but...

I don't know.

You'll find it.

It'll happen.

I don't know why I stopped you,

maybe I shouldn't have said these things.

But, look...

it's absurd, it's funny, it's fine.

Today I found out two of my students cut themselves.

- They cut themselves...? - Their arms.

What are their names?

Giulia and Flaminia.

Are they together?

I don't know,

maybe.

They're definitely having a hard time.

I cut myself too for a while.

You did?

You know when you take a cold shower?

And then your body feels reinvigorated?

- Yes. - It's like that.

I didn't tell anyone 'cause I was embarrassed.

At least they're not embarrassed,

they found each other, right?

I've always been embarrassed by everything.

- Really? - By everything.

Especially at your age.

My body, my hair...

Why your hair?

I don't know.

Do you miss him?

I miss someone holding me at night.

I miss feeling the warmth of a body next to mine.

Sometimes, the kisses.

But more than anything, I miss his jokes.

When he'd tell me one

it was as if he was saying everything was going to be all right.

This is me.

Well, goodnight.

Bye.

Why did the girl mushroom go out with the boy mushroom?

Because he was a fun-guy.

The therapy's doing its job.

The metastases have stabilized.

The one in the brain has shrunk 3mm.

Side effects? Mood swings, fluctuations in appetite?

- None. - Good.

We'll keep going like this.

- See you soon. - Goodbye.

I'm happy for you.

What are you up to at the moment?

I've started studying Korean.

Korean?

I'm jealous.

Jirko, don't make fun of my accent .

Marta.

How wonderful you came by.

Elisa's on her way, I hope.

Listen...

she told me everything, but I didn't want to hassle you.

I like this place.

- You know I'm always here for you? - Yes.

- A great exhibition. - Thanks to Lucio.

Here he is.

This is Marta, Elisa's sister.

- I've heard about you. - You have?

He's the nutcase who's followed me on tour all these years.

- You're the nutcase because you let me. - I could only trust you, right?

Here I am.

- Darling, will you take care of these? - At your command.

You made it.

Now I'll get the other flowers from the car.

Everything in a rush.

Now I'll go down, unload the car, and park.

- I'll come with you. - No, stay here and enjoy the exhibition.

I know her. Marta.

- Rebecca? - Yes.

Tommaso, my husband.

- Pleasure. - How are you?

It really shows, huh?

Tommy doesn't say it not to upset me, but I look like a whale.

I'm in my eighth month, crazy.

It's a boy.

We didn't want to know, but the ultrasound shows everything.

It's in 3D, it's like having the baby in front of you.

Do you want to feel him?

- No, no. - Why not?

- Go on, it doesn't bother me. - No, really.

I insist.

You can feel him.

We haven't seen each other for ages, with Elisa too.

Elisa and I were inseparable in high school.

When she invited me, I said, "I can't miss it."

Oh, God, did you feel it?

A kick.

He likes you.

- Show her the photos. - Sure.

It's so good to see you.

How are you?

I have stage-four cancer.

Pardon?

It's metastasized to other organs and might not be treatable.

Apart from that, all good.

- I nearly fell for it. - Me too.

- Here you are. - Yep.

A beautiful exhibition.

- Are you serious? - No.

But Sergio's happy, I think.

I cheated on him.

I know.

- Who with? - With Lucio.

- Lucio? - Yes.

Oh God.

He's been making advances since we met.

- I told Sergio. - That you cheated?

- No! That Lucio made passes at me. - What did he do?

He burst out laughing and told all our friends.

And so you cheated out of spite.

No, I cheated because I found Lucio endearing.

Banal?

And now?

It's over.

Good.

But the last time we did it...

- How often...? - That's not the point.

The last time we did it

I told him I was on the pill.

But you're not on the pill.

No, I'm not.

Oh, God, no!

- Am I a monster? - Yes.

Yes, you're a monster.

You've always been a monster.

You can only say that 'cause you're sick.

When I'm not here anymore...

No, wait. Stop.

Look at me.

When I'm gone,

rent out my house.

Or live in it or sell it. Do what you want.

But first throw a party.

What are you talking about? A party?

- Like this? - No!

A real party, with music,

good food, only people you really like.

And give everything away.

- What? - Yes!

Give all my stuff away.

And above all, stop wasting time on stupid things.

- All right? - Yes.

Live the life you want, with or without Sergio,

with or without kids,

but live your life.

All right?

Without chasing after bullshit,

lies.

Don't cry.

- Don't cry. - I'm not.

I promise.

Whose dog is that?

I told her to do what she wants with the apartment.

And with everything else too.

But I don't know if she really listened to me.

And I don't know if she'll remember.

I think life is worth truly living,

in spite of everything.

For everything.

Also for this.

For what's happening...

And for this.

For this.

For this, Jirko.

Who knows if Elisa will remember.

I really hope she does.

Feuerbach?

I'm in good company: Hegel and Schopenhauer.

Blank slate.

Whenever you want, we can go over it.

This evening?

This evening I have soccer...

It doesn't matter.

We'll do it another time.

- Do you have my number? - No, actually, I don't.

Yes... 0-0-0-0-0.

Here.

- I'll text you. - And I'll text you back.

Thanks.

What the fuck are you doing?

You're hurting him, stop it!

It's dead.

I'll take a photo.

- What's going on? - They're animals, they killed a pigeon.

We tried to stop them but they blocked us.

What?

Go away!

You're morons!

- Wait. - Don't throw him away.

We can bury him.

Let's bury him.

Well, pigeon, for those like you,

for those like us,

life is only a beautiful accident.

Fly high,

very high.

Don't give a damn about what people think,

because life isn't blood,

it isn't scars.

If you truly want to live,

love even if you're afraid of not being loved.

And look after people.

Even if sometimes it'll make you suffer.

And don't hurt yourself,

because life will take care of that.

But the most important thing is that tomorrow

there'll be a new dawn and a new sunset,

with or without you.

And now fly.

"NOW YOU HAVE MINE TOO!"

- Did Elisa tell you? - Yes.

It's not like I'm a stranger!

- Am I a stranger? - No.

I just want to know how you are,

all the rest of it, none of that bullshit interests me.

When you left I was in a bad way.

Very bad.

And then I found out I was sick

and everything changed.

I'm sorry.

I didn't have time anymore to think about us.

Of course.

- I'm sorry, really. - About what?

About everything!

I'm sorry about how it went.

That we broke up... That I left you.

It's different.

I was in a bad way too.

And it's getting worse.

I don't give a fuck about anything anymore.

I haven't been to any more openings.

All I'd like is to go back to how we were,

to look after you.

What are you talking about?

If we'd stayed together,

it would have been different

and it would have been worse.

Why?

I don't know.

Tied to a terminal patient for life, can you imagine?

Never knowing if you stayed with me

because you love me or out of guilt.

- What? - That's how it is.

- That's not how it is. - But it is!

I know that right now I love you,

I really feel it.

I'm serious.

I thought that my life would have been nothing but us,

the two of us,

but that's not how it was meant to be,

there was something more.

If you hadn't left me, if I hadn't gotten sick,

I'd never have known.

- You're better off now? - It's a good thing, yes.

It's awful, but good.

So, you're leaving me?

We're even.

We're even.

It's nice to know he still loves me,

don't you think?

It's nice to know

that someone loved me for a while.

No, you can't understand,

millions and millions of people love you.

But when you're not there anymore where will all this love end up?

All the love of all those people?

It's a bit like when you lose weight,

where do all those kilos end up?

Where?

I've always wondered.

The tests have shown

a certain instability.

The metastases have started growing again.

It could happen

that the tumor stops responding

to the treatment.

Isn't there another treatment?

We don't know how it will progress from now on.

Goddamnit.

- Where did I go wrong? - Pardon?

I did what you told me to do, where did I go wrong?

There must be something I could have done better.

We're complex beings

and will power doesn't come into it.

It's a mystery,

sometimes the system gets tangled up and...

There's only one living creature that never gets sick.

- And what is it? - The amoeba.

It does nothing all its life.

It doesn't even know it exists,

and it doesn't get sick, it's true,

but it can never learn Korean.

What does that mean?

Shit.

Radiatori pasta with rocket and lemon, it looks delicious.

I've never tried it.

It's the easiest pasta in the world,

Antonio taught me.

The secret is

this here.

Oil infused with chili

and lemon zest.

He said he'd put it on the menu and call it "Pasta a là Marta".

But he never did.

Here.

This too.

I'll bring this.

Thank you.

How are you handling the...

the separation?

- Sorry, maybe I... - The separation? Well.

It's good. Really good.

Thank you.

So, I invited you here because...

I wanted to tell you that I'm taking a long break.

- I'm going to travel. - When? Where?

I don't know, but it's going to be a long trip.

- Where? - To Korea.

- Korea? - Yeah.

Because of Antonio's restaurant we could never go anywhere,

so I've decided to see...

to see places I've never seen.

It's good, I mean...

Seeing places, traveling.

It's good.

This is why I want to ask you something.

- Two things, actually. - At your service, Miss Marta.

I remember when you started calling me that.

Giulia and Flaminia. I want you to keep an eye on them.

I don't know if anyone's monitoring them,

but I don't think their parents realize how fragile they are.

- All right. - Will you do it?

- You can count on me. - It's important.

Good.

You okay?

- You're sad. - No.

I don't know how to tell you, but...

But I know if I don't tell you I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

I don't even know how I found the nerve to come here.

But I have to tell you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you a lot.

I'm happy every day when I get to see you.

I just need

a quick glance in the school corridor,

a quick word.

I adore...

I adore your messy hair.

The way you don't do what you don't want to,

the way you pedal, like you're flying.

- Like E.T. - Exactly.

I mean, not like E.T., like Elliot, his friend.

He was the one flying.

The other day when you told me you liked me,

I felt so happy.

I thought my heart would explode.

You know?

Good.

- Good? - Good.

Because...

this is connected to the second thing I want to ask you.

Tell me.

Can you kiss me?

Can I kiss you some more?

Yes.

MAN IS WHAT HE EATS

I told you I have another theory about the starlings' dance, right?

I think that their dance, the shapes in the sky,

the murmuration,

they do it simply because they love doing it

and they know we love it too.

We always try to find a reason for all things,

a reason why.

Why do we love someone?

Why don't we love someone?

Why do birds dance?

Why do we feel sad for no real reason?

But most things in life,

including life itself,

don't have a reason why.

I wish I'd known that sooner.

You...

You still have time.

Thank you, Jirko.

Take care.

Three bowls

"This restaurant is one of the most healthy and authentic places

I have ever been to.

Antonio, the chef,

freely explores the Roman tradition.

It's a unique experience.

If you want to have an unforgettable meal

go to WithoutEnd.

And say hi to Antonio from me.

Marta."

So, there's Marx who dies

and goes to Saint Peter.

Saint Peter obviously sends him to Hell,

but as Marx arrives he kicks up a ruckus.

Lucifer calls Saint Peter, "Who is this guy?

He says all men are equal,

they all protest that the damned are here

and the others are in Paradise.

Get him out of here."

So Saint Peter sends him to Paradise,

hoping God doesn't notice.

Years go by, everything's fine.

Millennia later, Lucifer calls Saint Peter.

"Saint Peter, long time no see. How are you?

How did it end up with that Marx guy?"

"Who? Ah, Li'I Karl!

He's one of us, he's always with Jesus.

They have heaps of values in common."

"And Jesus has nothing to say about him?"

"No, on the contrary."

"And the Virgin Mary?" "She's happy too."

"And what does God say?"

"God?

Who's God?"

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