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FOR THE FIRST TIME ON SCREEN

MARIE CURIE TECHNICAL INSTITUTE

Freely inspired by the novel by Giani Stuparich

A YEAR OF SCHOOL

- Where's she from? - Sweden.

Has anyone seen her?

Excuse me. Move over, guys.

- You too. - Hey, who are you shoving?

- Let us look. - We can't see anything.

Boys, she's from a civilized country.

Don't make her regret moving here.

- What's your name? - Fredrika.

Did it go well?

What did they ask you?

Hey, do you smoke?

No.

Nice to meet you. Pasini. Can I call you Fred?

- And can I call you "asshole"? - Why, is there a problem?

Say goodbye from a distance, just to be safe.

Come on, we're going to Barcola.

It'll loosen you up.

For me.

For me.

Guys, what does a Swedish girl say after 100 blowjobs?

Go on, Mitis, let's hear it.

"I can't Swede-llow any more."

You're idiots.

Hi, guys. Hi, Antero.

- Why are you laughing? - Forget it. It's better that way.

How's it going, handsome boys?

Hi, Ali.

- Need a hand? - Yes, thanks.

Shall we go for a swim?

What are you doing tonight?

- The Ambush. - Bar Merda.

So in sync!

- Thanks. - Thank you.

What the fuck is that?

The hot girl's in our class.

She's Swedish?

Hey, Fred.

Pasini, I'm going to kill you.

I saved you a seat.

- May I? - Yes, of course.

Good morning, everyone.

- Good morning. - It's not a good one, Prof.

I see you're just as I left you.

The syllabus is intense this year.

Let's not waste time.

Last year, we studied the concepts of truth,

context,

and approximation.

Does anyone remember?

Turez.

Mathematical truths aren't abstract.

They depend on context and variables.

Yes. What else?

They're absolute.

No. They're relative.

Then so is my 3.

You wish.

They are absolute and they are relative.

So we must think of the world

as a larger system of truths

that goes beyond representations.

Prof? I need to pee.

Go.

Come on, open your books.

By the way, happy last first day of school.

Thanks, Prof.

Who's she?

Never seen her.

Things going well with your guy?

Yeah. You?

Hi.

- Are you Fred? - Yes.

Pasini told me about you. I'm Alice.

You know him?

Yeah, so do they.

Hi.

He's my ex's best friend.

Mitis.

We do health and social care, at the school across the road.

It doesn't even have a gym.

- Where are you from? - Stockholm.

My dad got transferred here. He works at Tarsilia.

Really? So does mine.

- He's a mechanic. - No way!

But it's a mess over there, isn't it?

They want to fire loads of people.

But the workers are going to strike.

What does your dad do?

I don't remember.

What's your last name?

- Sorry? - Sjöberg.

I'll ask my dad if he knows him.

- Bye. - Good to see you.

Nice to meet you.

Touch the line.

Turez's teammates will take off their shirts to tell the teams apart.

Pasini.

Pick her, go on.

Antero.

Vitelli.

Torrisi.

That's enough.

- Usai. - Oh, come on!

Sorry.

- Radusich. - You'd make everyone happy.

Come on.

Say it.

Fred.

So, are you taking your shirt off?

Vitelli, that's enough.

What the hell are you doing, Pasini?

Are you marking her or not?

Pass the ball.

Come on, move it.

Pasini!

Come on, guys!

Fucking unbelievable.

Fred!

Hey, Jordan!

Suits me, doesn't it?

Bye, Fred.

Come on, move.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Dad!

Are you hungry?

Hi.

- You okay? - Yeah.

What are you making?

Fruit salad.

Fruit salad?

That's not really a meal, is it?

How was it?

It was like the start of a porn film.

So it was good.

And you?

Wonderful.

- Chop off any heads? - None.

For now.

Me neither.

Fuck!

Look at that!

Take that!

No!

Stop, it's humiliating.

- Watch out! - Hey, Fred!

Whose is this?

It's mine, sir.

I was afraid it'd get stolen in the parking lot.

Come here, Pasini.

Sit down.

You think you're Picasso?

Not to brag, but yes.

Shall I throw it out, or will you?

In the trash?

Anyway, get your Vespa out of here.

Antero.

- A 9, again. - Thank you.

- But don't start crying. - Sorry?

Fredrika, 10.

Could you show these donkeys how you did your projection?

Draw your projection on the board.

Hey, Fred!

Those pants make your ass look great.

That's why I wear them.

Hey, Fred.

I'm coming over to your place tonight.

Sure, I can't wait.

- Marzi, leave her alone. - Fuck off, Pasini.

Don't listen to him. He's a binbin.

- A binbin? - A little jerk.

Him?

See you later.

If you want, we're going to Bar Merda at 9.

The one next to the school.

I'm not hitting on you. We won't be alone.

- I don't know if I can. - What do you have to do?

We'll see.

Bye.

Excuse me, you said you weren't hitting on her?

You can't fool me.

We were just talking.

Antero!

Are you free this afternoon?

Why?

To show me...

how you did that exercise.

Hi.

It's this way.

How are you?

Fine. You?

Me too. And you?

Fine!

And next year?

I'd like to study architecture in Florence.

And you? What will you study?

Building surveying.

I wasn't expecting that.

What were you expecting?

Literature, maybe.

You've always got a book in your hand.

That says a lot about you.

What's it about?

It's poetry. I couldn't explain it to you.

This one.

"We who think of joy as a slope to climb

"would be shaken, almost moved, to see it fall upon us."

Joy isn't something you reach.

It's more something that falls on you.

What fun we're having!

All masterpieces are tragedies.

I don't agree.

Why?

If something beautiful happens to us,

we enjoy it.

But if it's something sad, we write it down.

- I'm going this way. - I'm the other way.

Bye.

- Who invited her? - Sperminator.

- I knew you'd come. - Hi.

- You good? - Yeah, you?

I mentioned your dad to mine. He knows him.

- Oh yeah? - Are you kidding me?

Irene, what's got into you? Calm down.

Ask her what her father does.

She's got nothing to do with it.

I'll get you a beer.

Irene, give her a break.

Sorry about Irene. She flares up easily.

My dad handles the layoffs at Tarsilia.

And mine works for Forza Italia. You know Berlusconi?

Sorry.

- You're kidding! - What?

They're getting back together, damn it!

Come on, my mom's here.

Ali.

We're leaving you here.

Hurry up.

Bye, guys.

Bye.

- Where's the other one? - Round the back.

Is he always like this?

He drinks to stop thinking.

Let go of me.

What's got into you?

What are you looking for?

Mitis's balls.

Why are you laughing?

Doesn't your mom give you a...

"firewall"?

A curfew.

I don't have a mother.

No mother, no "firewall."

I'm out of smokes.

Here.

- We're going to bed. - Yeah, we're heading home.

We're going to the Ambush.

Bye, Fred.

You always kill the mood.

I'm going that way too.

One, two, three.

Leave it.

Careful...

No bigots, animals or women allowed.

Hi.

Your turn, Mitis.

One more drink and I'll try.

Don't be shy!

Easy!

Wait.

You're nuts.

The real question is: stoned or nuts?

That wasn't bad!

You can do better.

Without touching it.

- So good. - Thanks.

How do you recognize a stag that "billows"?

"Billows"?

- Isn't that it? - It bellows, you dummy.

Anyway, I can't hear anything.

Listen.

Okay, I'm leaving.

Careful.

- They won't eat you. - Cut it out.

Do you like it?

Yes.

You really work hard at it.

At what?

At playing the outsider.

Antero, have you seen Pasini?

- No, why? - I don't know where he is.

Giada!

- Where's Pasini? - He went for a piss.

- Did you call him? - There's no signal.

He seemed fine today.

Let's go look for him. Girls!

Pasini!

Pasini.

Everyone's looking for you.

- What? - Listen.

- Let's go. - No, wait.

It's the stags.

- I freaked out. - What's the matter?

The matter is we have to play babysitter.

Stay calm.

No. He's selfish, an asshole and a piece of shit.

- Piss off. - That's enough.

Go fuck yourself.

I wish.

Why are you laughing?

Come on, forgive me.

Please.

- Sorry. - That's right, apologize.

(singing)

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Guys, let's be serious for two minutes.

- Tetris or Bar Merda? - The Mandracchio?

- Where's that? - At your mom's.

Are you bored to death?

Yeah, totally.

We can't leave her like this!

Drink!

Chicken brain:

Hönshjärna.

"Hosanna."

- Skitstövel. - What's that?

- Sack of shit. - Not bad.

Not bad, the sack.

I know how to keep the night going.

- Time for the Ambush. - I think so too.

Let's all go, then.

Why "the Ambush"?

Sounds serious, this thing of yours.

Because once you're in, you never get out.

You're trapped.

Sounds like the Rotary Club.

More or less.

And what are your rules?

We've got loads.

No. 1: no canoodling with each other's moms.

Tell her.

Canoodling?

- To canoodle. - Ah, okay.

Too late for Mitis.

Next...

Members don't sleep with each other.

Easy.

Easy?

Yeah, since I don't fancy any of you.

We'll still keep our mothers out of reach.

Especially from you, Mitis.

She's going to...

Going where?

Better not to know.

Who left the door open?

Guess.

You're the one with the keys, and you're blaming us?

True, that does seem logical.

After you.

What is this place?

My grandfather had a print shop.

Damn, if only you used half your ingenuity

at school...

It'd be wasted.

Fred.

It's incredible.

All in.

My house,

my car.

And my grandmother.

No, grandmothers are off limits.

But that's all I had.

What are you doing?

Your turn, chickens.

No way. What about you?

I've got no money and no fear, my friend.

Holy shit!

Let me see.

Thanks, Fred.

Give it here.

Hold it for me.

- I'm good at this. - At copying.

Holy shit, I'm freezing my balls off.

Any plans for tonight?

I've got a birthday party.

I promised Ali.

Bummer.

That bad?

Can we crash it?

No.

Why not? We're not leaving you on your own.

Fred!

I want them.

Skitstövel.

And dumbass too.

- Sack of shit. - Well said!

I'm sleeping at Pasini's, okay?

Right, good night. Bye.

Hello, Mom? Hi.

I wanted to ask, can I sleep over at Antero's?

What, are you serious?

Hi, Paola.

Hi. Yes, we're sleeping at my place.

Don't worry.

Thank you too.

Bye, have a good evening.

What did she say?

To brush your teeth before you put your pajamas on.

Asshole.

- And your dad? - I texted him.

Good evening.

Your names.

Pasini, Antero.

They're with me.

Why are you laughing?

- I like it. - Thanks, Pasini.

- Something wrong? - What?

- Something wrong? - I need to talk to Antero.

Hey losers, what are you up to?

Your attention, please. It's time for cake!

Whose birthday is it again?

- Don't leave me alone. - Coming.

Let's get out of here. I've had it.

- What about the cake? - Who gives a shit!

Fuck, that belonged to my mother.

- This one? - No.

Is that your style?

It's not mine.

And this?

Drink? We drank.

Dance? We danced.

Fuck? We drank.

Whose turn is it now?

Never have I ever kissed my cousin.

- She was a distant cousin. - Sure.

She's still your cousin.

Never have I ever jerked off at school.

Never have I ever...

photocopied my ass.

Well, you didn't exactly strain yourself there.

- Cheers. - Cheers, angel.

Never have I ever cried since my brother died.

Me...

Never have I ever had sex.

Really?

Nobody's good enough for him.

It's not that.

You're drinking.

So?

With how many guys?

Three...

But the first one doesn't count.

Why?

Everyone knows the first one's just a warm-up.

To clear the way.

Let's play a game.

Turn toward me.

Do this.

- Why? - No questions.

Back up a bit. There. Don't move.

You have to kiss all of us.

Leave her alone.

- You've never done that with us. - True.

- Jealous? - Yeah, I have to say I am.

- You're on the couch. - There you go.

Antero and me together.

- We'll see. - We're all agreed.

Why aren't you answering?

Because I annoy her when I drink. I drink and I dance.

You dance really well.

The bed's made.

- Good night, Fred. - Good night.

- Good night to you too, Mitis. - Coming.

Good night.

For me.

Sandra.

See you, sweetheart.

Mitis!

- Hey, Ali. You okay? - What are those clothes?

You're not answering your phone.

I left it at the Ambush.

- You didn't go home? - Leave him alone.

Mind your own damn business.

She was there too.

- You all slept together. - That's ridiculous!

In three years you never took me there, but you took her?

She's just a friend. I see her as one of the guys.

Yeah, a real dude.

- You know what? - What?

I've had it. Goodbye.

Come on, Ali, let's go.

The end of border checks means freer movement.

From tomorrow, no more customs checks between Italy and Slovenia.

Guys, this is insane!

A first step toward a Europe without borders.

It will benefit...

- Happy? - Cigarettes will be cheaper!

- That's good, right? - Can't complain.

It's a historic change that will strengthen ties...

Just two minutes, I want to see.

Let's go fill up on gas.

Tell her the Yugoslavia story.

I'm a tour guide.

Shall we get some grilled meat?

Grilled meat, gas, beer and casino. Sold! Let's go.

Antero, want any smokes?

Yeah, get me some tobacco. Thanks.

- See you in a bit. - Yeah.

Miss.

Anything to declare?

Yes, I have tissues.

My phone.

Your phone...

A water bottle.

Are you illegally transporting gasoline in it?

No.

Your accent gives you away. You're a foreigner.

What do you have against foreigners?

I'm Swedish.

Your papers.

So,

born in Stockholm, 1.68 m tall.

Blonde hair.

Eyes...

Beautiful eyes.

Anything else?

You're single.

What?

Single.

No.

My papers aren't up to date.

I see.

I need to confer with my colleague.

Tell me, about the young lady here.

What do I tell her?

One moment.

There they are!

So what did you think of Yugoslavia?

How was the lesson?

It was something.

We're coming back from Rabac and, at the border,

a customs officer stops us.

My grandfather says, "The kid caught some shellfish."

The officer opens the trunk, and it was full of mussels.

Here we are.

This is you.

Thanks a lot!

Right, see you tomorrow then.

- Bye. - Bye, blondie.

And home we go.

You talk way too much.

- Stop. - Why?

She forgot her hat. I'll take it back to her.

Locksmith, locksmith, go fuck yourself!

Hey, guys!

What's going on?

Someone left us a nice present.

Go screw yourself.

I'm off.

Got your draft?

The first one, guys.

- Thanks. - And the second.

"Hi, Rosa.

"Would you like to meet up..."

She writes better than he does.

"...for a coffee..."

This is crazy.

"...tomorrow?

"Samuel." Sent.

No, you didn't.

- You sent it? - Yeah.

- Nobody calls me that. - Not even his mother.

Give me that.

It sounds so lame.

Guys.

I'm dead.

- I'm going to sleep. - Right behind you.

Good night.

Antero, you coming?

- Coming. - Good night.

- What? - A hickey.

Kids, coffee's ready.

I said coffee's ready.

- Bro. - Morning.

Thanks.

Antero?

He must have gone for a piss.

Have you turned into a chihuahua?

- Morning. - A very good morning to you.

Thanks.

Why are you laughing?

No reason.

I didn't say anything,

and you're laughing.

Come on, guys,

it's late. We have to get to school.

Relax, we've got time. We're having our coffee.

Sorry to interrupt, but I'm skipping first period.

- There. - I'm skipping the test.

And the three of us are going to class.

Later, nerds!

- Any coffee left? - Make it yourself.

It's gorgeous.

Beautiful, isn't it?

And the test?

You should've come. It was easy.

I can help you this afternoon.

As soon as the year's over, I'm out of here.

Where will you go?

To Istanbul on my Vespa.

Like my brother.

Good-looking guy.

More than me.

You look like him.

I know how you feel.

Is it true it gets better with time?

Yes, a little.

When you wake up,

you don't think about it right away.

Come.

Coming.

Shall we wait for Pasini and go to Bar Merda?

I don't know.

What do you have to do?

Nothing.

I'm having lunch with my dad.

Okay.

I have to go.

Perfect.

Yeah, see you later.

Bye.

What's up with her?

- Has she got a boyfriend? - How should I know?

What did you say?

- Are you fucking her? - No.

Swear on your mother.

You're weird.

Keep me posted.

Sure, see you later.

Cheers.

Have you ever seen...

an accident in a tunnel?

No.

Come on, focus.

The derivative of this function.

- The function... - That.

I don't know.

I came here to help you.

I stood a girl up to be here.

- Who? Eleonora? - She's hot, isn't she?

So hot!

You can go meet her if you want.

No.

- Why? - Because.

- Because what? - Don't feel like it.

- You're playing hard to get. - No, it's not that.

I'm in love with someone else.

Okay.

- As usual. - No, this time it's different.

Who is she?

Well...

What's she like?

She's...

Guess.

- Irene. - No.

Alice.

Not at all.

That girl in fourth year, what's her name?

She's tall, always at Bar Merda,

with a nose piercing.

No way.

Luisa?

Are you crazy?

I don't know... Chiara?

That only leaves me.

No, I'm kidding.

You're such an idiot.

I have to go.

What about your beer? You're ditching me?

I've got to go.

Will you do the exercises for tomorrow?

What do I owe you?

Don't worry about it.

Bye.

The Opicina tram had a stroke of bad luck

Hurtling down Scorcola, it knocked over a house

But thank God it was a working day

Inside was only the poor wretch who tried to brake

It's like the bora with its comings and goings

They said the world had turned upside down...

(singing)

(singing)

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I'll get something to drink.

Shall we roll one?

- A joint? - I've got nothing on me.

- Who's got the weed? - Antero. He's with Fred.

- Where are they? - Over there.

Pasini!

Why did you tell me to go over there?

They're the shits who didn't tell us anything, not me!

She had to pick one of you.

You thought it'd be you.

- You're in love. - Piss off.

Come back!

Are you out of your mind?

Your grandmother sends her love,

Riccardo says hi too.

- Alex and Franci say hi too. - Okay.

There. Anyway, we'll see each other later.

Mitis, come on, chin up.

- Yes, Mom. - And your books.

Don't bring me my schoolbooks, just underwear.

Underwear, then.

- That's right. - Okay.

I've got to go. My friends are here.

See you later, darling.

Yes, bye, Mom.

Thanks.

Leave it there, thanks.

Mitis,

what's with that face?

What face? Nothing's wrong.

Hello.

Naide!

Everything all right with my favorite patient?

This is Naide, my girlfriend.

If only!

God bless you.

The psychologist is coming to have a little chat with you.

It's not fair.

You can't get run over without everyone worrying.

Goodbye, kids.

Goodbye.

I missed you.

All three of you.

Next time, bring me a sandwich...

Mitis!

- We'll be back. - I'm not going anywhere.

Mitis!

Let go of me!

- Stop, for fuck's sake. - Let go.

Cut the crap.

What's wrong with you?

It's her fault.

- What are you talking about? - Why would you say that?

Why?

He got run over because he saw you two kissing.

What are you talking about?

And that's my fault?

There were two of us kissing.

There are two possibilities:

either you're stupid, or you're pretending to be.

Calm down a bit.

He's in love with you!

- So, your theory test? - I failed.

I made five mistakes.

- Who's doing the presentation? - It was meant to be Fred.

But we know where she is, or rather who she's with.

If Pasini doesn't manage to screw her,

he got smashed up for nothing.

Don't worry, he'll screw her.

Excuse me,

Mr. Parmeggiani is absent.

How was he today?

He seemed better.

You should go see him.

- I'm not the one he wants to see. - That's not true.

He'd be happy to see all three of us.

Are you mad?

When you sulk, you look about five.

What do you want me to do? Dance?

- Sorry. - What do you want?

- Shall we stay a bit longer? - No, I feel like walking.

I'll call you.

Bye.

You take this sheet of paper,

you stick it to your lips

and pass it to your right.

If the paper falls,

tough luck, you have to kiss.

If the couples are okay with it, obviously.

Come on, let's play.

Come on, man, we want a kiss.

Here's the first victim.

- And the first one pissed off. - Where's he going?

They were a couple.

- Is there a problem? - No.

I'm not so sure.

You're the one with a problem.

Everything okay?

Not at all! Aren't you going to say anything to him?

What do you want me to say? Look at him.

Forget it.

- She's made you stupid. - Do as he says.

His lordship is always right.

You can't say anything anymore.

And his lordship doesn't need to throw himself under a car

to get attention, does he?

Happy now?

Let me see.

What happened?

Why the fuck did you kiss him?

It's a game. What was I supposed to do?

Why didn't you say we were together?

You didn't say it either.

- Speak Italian, damn it. - Then speak Swedish.

He's doing it to get at me, you know?

It's just a competition.

So it's a thing between you two?

Yes, I know him well.

- Not that well. - But you do, I suppose.

What are you doing with me? Go be with him.

Go on.

Go fuck yourself.

You go fuck yourself.

FRED IS A WHORE

I've marked your mock exams.

It's better than last time.

Saletti.

Usai, good.

Mitis,

you made a mistake

in this exercise.

You'll come up to the board and we'll correct it.

Okay.

Fred, there's just a careless slip in the last exercise.

We'll have that removed.

Hi, Dad.

I want to go home.

Yes, now.

I don't feel well.

What happened? Tell me.

This town disgusts me.

And the little jerks who live in it.

Are you talking about anyone in particular?

Everyone.

I want to go home.

Have you ever noticed that if you put

an apple between two kiwis, they ripen faster?

That's because apples produce ethylene.

The ethylene spreads to the fruit around it

and makes it ripen.

You're the apple.

The apple? What do you mean?

They'll ripen too.

And you'll have helped them ripen.

What kind of lousy metaphor is that?

They hated me the moment they found out who you were. You know that?

And who'd want to be a fucking apple?

- Calm down. - No, I won't calm down!

Want to know what they did to me?

Do you want to know?

Yes, tell me, and I'll go see the principal.

They wrote on the school wall that I'm a whore.

Everyone saw it.

To them, I'm not an apple.

I'm a whore.

Fred?

I spoke to the principal and your teachers.

Today was the Italian mock exam.

They'll wait until you're ready to come back.

Don't worry.

Got it.

Let's take another.

A crazier one. Smile, please.

I want to see all your teeth.

Come on.

That's good.

One very last one.

This one, even crazier. Come on, here we go.

Make crazy noises.

Yes, this is your moment!

Good. Next group.

Fred.

Please, you can take a break.

How are you?

You stayed home a long time.

Are you ready for your final exams?

I'm not doing anything at the moment.

And afterwards, what will you do?

- Next year? - Yes.

I don't know.

At first I was thinking architecture.

But now I don't know.

Are you studying for the entrance exam?

No.

I don't know if I want to.

Listen, Fred,

I know how you feel,

but you're just giving them even more power.

They're moving forward,

and you're falling behind.

Don't waste time.

Title:

"Detachment in existence:

"a feeling of loss and alienation."

"To lose," transitive verb.

In the ordinary sense: to mislay something.

To lose a button,

your wallet, a ring.

In reference to parts of the body: to be deprived of them.

Either through a violent act:

to lose an arm, a leg, an eye.

Or over time, naturally:

"He lost all his hair."

In reference to vital forces that fail:

to lose your appetite, your sleep, your good humor.

In the figurative sense:

to be deprived of the regard

one enjoyed in the eyes of others.

To lose one's reputation,

esteem.

As an invitation to let go:

not to lose time,

to let it go.

Look.

Mind your feet.

The water! Turn off the tap, damn it!

Holy shit!

- It's a disaster. - Mop it up.

Watch the books.

Paolo, I can't do anything with this.

See, nobody ever took care of the plumbing.

It's a state school, so who gives a damn.

Michele, be careful.

I can't manage with the mop.

Bring the bucket.

Pass the mop.

So, are you coming to help or not?

- No. - Yes.

Don't all talk at once, we can't understand a thing.

This is going to take forever.

Truth or dare?

Please, no.

You want to start? Okay.

Dare.

Dare...

Tell Mitis what you told me.

- What? Tell me. - Nothing, don't worry.

He's afraid you'll get angry.

Go on.

I'm going to Bologna.

To study literature.

So you're leaving?

But I'll come back on weekends.

When are you leaving?

Probably after final exams.

You can talk about it. It's not taboo.

- I'm sorry, Pasini. - I'm not.

Next year, I'll be top of the class.

And you, Fred?

What are you planning to do?

I'm going to Florence.

She stayed nine months, turned everything upside down,

and now she's leaving.

My turn.

Truth, for all three of you.

Who wrote on the wall?

I won't get angry. I just want to know.

We don't know who it was.

But I promise you it wasn't us.

Okay, I believe you.

Go on, Pasini.

Yes. Fred, truth or dare?

Truth.

Who's your favorite?

Are you serious?

Yes.

Otherwise, you get a forfeit.

- You have to kiss Mitis. - What?

He's the only one you haven't kissed.

Excuse me?

Haven't you had enough...

Of what?

Ethylene?

The stuff you find in fruit?

Forget it. Come here, Mitis.

Close your eyes.

Some other time, pal.

Where are you going?

I'm stopping by home.

I'm having dinner with my dad.

See you later, maybe.

Okay, see you.

What are we doing tonight?

We're going to Opicina, aren't we?

Yeah, for Pia's party.

My boxers must still be in her garden.

I'll be right back.

Fred.

Literature?

You were right.

See you soon, then.

Antero.

The answer to Pasini's question...

It's you.

A YEAR OF SCHOOL

French adaptation: Léa Beaussier-Kieffer

Subtitling: TITRAFILM